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I had an idea for a smut fic that was so filled with Dom!Dewey goodness and praise and edging - that i had no choice but to write it my own damn self. Dewey x fem!reader
@go-commander-kim, @heresathreebee and @hoodoo12 the smut muses themselves - I hope I made you proud.
You did not want to be there, but you stayed, playing the supportive wall flower girlfriend. His colleagues were nice enough, and you were warm and cordial you just did not initiate conversation. There was a few small talks with some parents “my son just raves about him”, “my daughter won’t stop ranting about how there aren’t enough girl groups in the punk genre because Finn showed her,” (You recommended The Slits to show her daughter). Your brain was being loud, you were worried you would say something dumb and embarrass him so you kept it to the state of the weather and how are you for the most part.
“Are you okay baby?” Dewey whispered to you as he kissed your head. You smiled and nodded trying to assure him. You were having a bad anxiety day, just a little more keyed up than usual. So you put on a brave face for him, because you knew he would do the same for you. “You sure? We don’t have to be here,”
“I’m sure, it's okay,” you pressed. “Look, there’s Freddie’s father you said you wanted to talk to him about a donation for a soundboard - go,” with a flash of “We will talk about this later” he turned around and greeted Mr. Jones. That should get him off your back while you calm yourself down. There was wine but you did not touch it, so cold water for you it was. After an hour or so, despite the compliments on your outfit and the comments about Dewey just “lit up” whenever he talked about you, you sat down and let the scene play out. You grinned and said thank you but your brain would not let you enjoy it, it just kept yelling back at what an embarrassment you were and how they were only nice to you on his behalf.
“Baby,” he said putting his arm protectively around your waist. “We’d better get going, it’s kind of late,”
“Only if you want to,”
“We’re going,” he said with finality. Out of habit, you swallowed back a yes sir, and got your coat.
On the drive home, he kept his hand on your thigh.
“It’s okay baby,” he soothed. “You did great tonight, and you look killer, really,”
“Thanks, hon,”
“Seriously, are you okay? You seemed pretty keyed up,” he asked.
“Honestly, yeah I’m just- I didn’t get a lot of sleep and I don’t know, my brain is - loud.” You fumbled for an explanation.
“I see,” he said as he pulled into the driveway. He sent you ahead, as you unlocked the door he pushed back your hair and placed gentle kisses on the back of your neck. When he felt you relax, he carried on getting in that little spot behind your ear. Making you melt a little as you both fumbled into the house. You turned around as you kissed him, taking off your sweater and dropping your purse.
“You are gorgeous,” he muttered between kisses, you pulled away and focused on undressing him. “Hey,” he stopped. He held your face forcing you to meet his gaze; “Look at me,” you did. “How’d I get so lucky?” You sighed and smiled as if to say “you’re too much”. “Go, in there put on that outfit I love, and wait for me in bed.” Oh, you gathered. It’s that kind of night, got it. “Go on baby, do it for me?” You turn around and do as you’re told.
He came back in a few minutes later, taking in the sight of you, and smiling at the sight. You propped yourself up on your knees, showing him the whole outfit. He walked up to you, charged more like, and kissed you deeply. Dewey laid you down getting on top of you. You reached for his t-shirt trying to pull it off, but he shrugged you off as he kissed his way down your torso, stripping the lace panties off you. You ran your fingers through his hair as h cradled your thigh kissing all the way down to your folds.
He began to work on you the way you liked as you gave a sigh, his tongue going in a zigzag motion as he circled your clit. You let out a whimper, as he went lower letting his nose get your clit as he dove his tongue inside you. Letting you squeeze and flutter around him. But he knows you though, he knows when you are close.
“Oh God, oh…” you gasped your voice hitching. “Oh fuck baby,” gripping and pulling his hair. As if it were an afterthought, he began peppering kisses up your other thigh, you let out a whimper of disappointment. “Please? Please, sir can I-?”
“No sweetheart, not yet, you can’t cum until you answer a question for me,” he muttered in your ear, gripping your face right under your chin. He let go of you to undress. Still straddling you, he pulled his t-shirt over his head, leaning over you again, pinning your hands over your head, grinding against your hips as he bit and kissed your neck. “Who’s my good girl?” He growled in your ear, instead of answering you slithered your way to get on top, pulling his pants off. You kissed his neck, as he flipped you over replacing his hand on your throat. Shaking his head at you in a warning, you opened your mouth in an offer. “No baby, answer me,” his fingers found your clit. You spread your legs wider letting your moans and sighs let loose as you rut against him.
“Please!” You whined, stamping your foot on the mattress. “Just let me cum,”
“You like my fingers?” You nodded eagerly. “You want your toy instead?” Your fingernails dug into his shoulders as you adamantly shook your head no.
“Want you,” you breathed grabbing his hips. “I want you,”
“Maybe I’ll give you a little incentive,” he said as he pushed into you, aggravatingly slow. You squeezed and clenched around him and you could tell that he was having a hard time making his point. “Now,” one singular thrust. “Who’s my good girl?” He carried on, very slowly. “You can come as soon as I hear it, I’ll fuck you just like you like,” you fought back, pushing against him, trying to get some relief. “Do you want to come baby?” There was a warning to his voice.
“Yes,” you whimpered so frustratedly, it wasn't like you to act like a brat.
“Then don’t fight me,” he said with finality. “Do as I say, or I get up, and you can’t use your toys, is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” you grumbled. He lifted your legs higher on his hips as he pounded you a little faster the angle letting him go deeper.
“That’s it,” he hissed. “Who’s my good girl?”
“Muh-me,” you breathed, in reward he escalated his rhythm, gripping your ass as he pounded you. "I am, I am, oh god," Your noises increased and all there was left was breath, and pleasure, and please Dew don’t stop. He turned you over for doggy style, gripping your hair as he grunted “who’s my good girl?” You dutifully answered. “Me,” the second time he made you say it, was hard. But not as hard as the first time, you were notoriously not good with compliments. Admitting you were anything but just okay was not easy for you. Dewey slapped your ass once, as he carried on his rhythm, his hips slapping against you as he hand readjusted into your hair.
Who’s my good girl?
Me.
He twisted his hips in a way that hit your favorite spot just right. When you came you saw stars. He was not far behind you as he spilled into the condom dropping net to you, you were shaking and trying to catch your breath. He held you, kissed your head, as you tried to come down.
“I know you did not want to be there today,” he mentioned as he smoothed the hair off of your face. “But I want you to know I appreciate it, I really do, but baby you do not need to put on a brave face for me honey, nothing is worth you being in that state. But you did so well, and everyone loved you,” you smiled at him nestling in his arms as he held you tighter, pulling the cool bedsheets over you both.
“All for you,” you whispered.
“You’re my good girl,” he says into your hair as you fall asleep.
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I heard him say in all seriousness, that he called his grandmother first when he was nominated for a Tony and thought “no way I’m going to fall in love with him, surely that would be stupid,”
thinking about how i saw alex brightman perform at the 2016 tony's and was like "surely this man will have no lasting impact on my life😃"
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I would very much like to gently run my nails up and down his back please and thank
Lmao I didn't wanna send an ask on my main but I really enjoy the way you draw Beetlejuice, he's adorable. Would scratch under his chin 10/10 -saucymangos
Thank you so much @saucymangos !! I feel like I've finally settled on a good style for him and it means a lot to me that people actually like it agsgdjdn
#come here bug i'm gonna give you kisses and scratches! >:-3#beetlejuice the musical#beetlejuice x reader#my little love bug#art#beetlejuice#drawing
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So I had a Zoom meeting with Alex Brightman today and he said "Yeah, I don't get why people put Beetlejuice and Lydia together. That's straight up pedophilic and it's not ok. Even if they are fictional. We say that in the show. Like come on "
ALEX BRIGHTMAN SAYS BEETLEB@BES, DNI
But reader inserts are ok. He says the bugman needs love.
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Leading Man: Chapter 5 (2/2)
So I wrote too much and had to do a 5a and 5b situation. Thanks again to @littledanette for messaging me "hey, where's that fic?" blame her for this. I'm pretty sure she and I are the only one who likes it. Oh! Read part one of this chapter here.
neck, for Nurse Rosetta and I like got stuck on a, uh, like a skinny kind of, I’m making the hand gesture which is great for an audio medium I am so good at this, Jesus Ben, il coso dei cavalli che spinsano? Come se dice?!”
“Like a carousel?” Ben answered. “What the hell did you just do? You sound so angry?
“YES! God help me, a carousel,” she said. “Oh, hon I’m sorry that was Italian,”
“How many languages do you speak?”
“Just two! And a bit of French,” she explained. “So, yeah punchline, I got stuck on a carousel tangled in a stethoscope. While people cheered because they thought it was part of the show.”
Caleb listened impatiently, waiting for her to plug his project, an album that he wrote, that Jonathan mixed, and produced, Maya had lent some vocals on a few songs, but did not want to do anything too substantial because the show she was in would not allow her to throw herself in a tour. Maya was excited for it. So she said anyway, the loser host sorted asking her about feminism and double standards that she sees within her community. Then, Caleb heard it; “The double standard is, so pathetic, they don’t even try to hide it; I see it in theater, I see it in rock n roll constantly people ask me if I’m a dancer if I’m a groupie. God forbid I do a musical, people love to ask me if there’s any drama, if I hooked up with someone, I get asked who I know, that one pisses me off. Guaranteed no one ever asks Alex Brightman who he slept with to get a role,”
Caleb rolled his eyes, she would promote someone that she barely knew, over her own project. When the host asked about her, she talked how excited she was to play Janis and that she had seen the fan theories that Janis and Veronica were related in some ways. “I love when people put together theories and all that stuff!” At long last she mentioned that Caleb had an album coming out, the host asked her if Caleb ever felt threatened by her success, Maya wisely did not answer.
The interview later resulted in a fight, Maya whining that she was just going with what he said, and that if he liked he could get her a meeting with her publicist if exposure was his real problem. As usual, he ranted, she was not fucking getting it.
“Okay,” she ranted. “Then help me get it,”
“My point is you would rather push someone who is a total stranger to you, then the person who you’re actually dating!!” Caleb shot.
“I don’t-,”
“No one asks Alex Brightman who he slept with,” he recited in a high pitched mocking voice.
“They don’t?” She tried. “And we were talking about theater, I talked about your album, Marcus even said they would play it on the next Last Podcast episode,”
“Yeah the track with you on it,” he said. “You know if you devoted more time to music and touring you wouldn’t have to waste away doing some campy bullshit like a musical, you’re a rock star babe not a chorus girl,”
“I’m a story teller,” she corrected, “I danced for Alice Cooper .
“I wanted to be with Joan Jett, not Bernadette Peters,”
“I can be both!” She maintained. Alex is both, at least he could be, she wanted to say, but thought against it. “And it’s not much different anyway, I promoted your fucking album shut up,”
“Don’t tell me to shut up!” He snapped. Maya furrowed her brow she was angry but the second he acted so childish she stopped caring. They were supposed to go to this party. tonight. Maya had to go, Kerry their Ms. Norbury was expecting her, Caleb had announced that he was not in the mood to bring out with some prancing attention-seeking assholes. When she asked him to go to the party anyway, he flopped on the couch pouting. Maya pinned her hair back so it fell delicately framed her face. Once she was dressed, black crop top and high waisted jeans with her high heeled Docs. Shrugging on her wine colored leather jacket, ignoring Caleb’s eyes burning into her back as she left for a party without him.
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Leading Man: Chapter 5 (1/2)
A peek into Maya's relationship with Caleb is taking a turn. Alex is mentioned in this chapter but he does not appear. On with the show!
“Here we have Maya freaking Tesoro,” Ben Kissel announced. “Here on the LPN Show, to talk to us about life, music, sexuality, Maya oh my god, what a get,”
“Dude, shut up,” she pushed. “You guys had Dan Ackroyd on the show, for the love of God!” she joked. “Also my middle name is Contessa.” Ben laughed.
“You’re name is a fucking mouthful dude,” Ben noted.
“Well it’s not as easy as Benjamin Grant Kissel,” she quipped. “It is super long though, my real name anyway,”
Caleb Paulson sat in his seat on the train, with his earbuds in listening to his girlfriend laugh and fawn over some podcast loser. Talking about how she wanted to
“Well, whoever you are we’re happy to have you,”
“The pleasure’s all mine, really, I’m a huge fan of all you guys,”
“Are you really?” He asked chuckling.
“This is going to sound so weird, but I feel like I know you, already, kind of?” Maya mentored. “I listen to you guys, all the time, like Kinda Fun, and Last Podcast, and of course this,”
“Wow, really?” He said sounding touched.
“Dude, I was around when it Cave Comedy Radio,” she quipped, grinning, she got to dress a little more casual today, in just a pair of jeans and her docs, with a black cardigan. “Oh, my God, Ben…you don’t remember?” Maya asked, feigning hurt.
“What don’t I remember?” The host looked panicked. “Have we met before?”
“Yeah, dude,” Maya mentioned. “You guys did a show at the Creek and the Cave? It’s okay this was like, years ago, and you said on Roundtable that you didn’t have a working stove,”
“Oh my God you brought me the lasagna!” He recalled. "You're the one who brought me the lasagna,"
"Yes!" She said excited. "I just-could not let you eat papa John's for God knows how long.”
“That was so sweet of you,” he said laughing. “And I lived!”
“Yeah! You will notice it was not in fact poisoned,” she quipped defensively. “Okay? Like Jeez, but yeah I bought a pan special because I did not want to ask for it back, and once i got home I’m planning all this shit you can microwave and just zap, like you’re a starving child I’m sponsoring, just - in the arms of an angel...” Ben roared with laughter. “But yeah, I have always wanted to be on Last Podcast technically, but I’m happy to be a part of this. Also, LPN exclusive, I had the biggest crush on Marcus for awhile, this was before I knew Carolina was a thing, and I love her too so,”
“Well, we’re happy to have you, now the point of this is to be very informal so it’s not like, an interview, so this is for purely selfish reasons do I ask- holy shit you worked with Alice Cooper?!” Maya laughed. “Like, as a dancer? You worked with Alice Cooper,”
“Yeah, that was my big adult decision, because both my parents are not fans of that genre, like, they come to my shows but I told them do not come to a concert. They seem okay with that, because it’s a whole other level, covered in blood, dancing, half naked, ballet in front of your mother. Oh, in a cage no less,”
“God, I could never, I did a live show in front of my mother, and even that was uncomfortable,”
“I know people who have done, like, Hair! In front of their mother you would think your mother was the first person to see you naked, but - no it doesn’t make it any better,” Maya mentioned laughing. “But yeah, my first decision as an adult, was to run off and join a rock band, I have a ballet background, and Alice uses a lot of dance and choreo in the show, that’s how he met his wife and it’s the sweetest story ever, but yeah no, everyone asked me if I had like, a rape whistle or something with me - I have never felt safer.”
“So you really like horror and all of that?” Ben asked. “I know you’ve talked to us about it, but how long have you liked it?”
“Oh god, I can’t remember not loving horror, and working in close proximity with Rob Zombie, was like, a master class in all things horror. What he forgot I’ll never know,”
“Do you freak out when things go wrong on stage?” Ben asked.
“No, I love it,” Maya answered. “That’s not even sarcasm I live for stage mishaps it kills me every time, one time my stethoscope was caught in my-
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He wins by existing.
No shut up about whatever movie supposedly has perfect casting. Alex Brightman has an actual genetic mutation that lets him do the Beetlejuice voice without hurting his vocal chords so he can switch back to singing smoothly. He wins.
#alex brightman#beetlejuice the broadway musical#AND STILL NO TONY#broadway musicals#simp respectfully
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Oh baby, you tried so hard.
Watch "Teen Titans vs Beetlejuice - Teen Titans Go! "Ghost With the Most"" on YouTube
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Alex Brightman, I love and respect you but why would you work on this show?
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100 Smut Dialogue Prompts
1) “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”
2) “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”
3) “How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?”
4) “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”
5) “You look good all soaking wet.”
6) “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”
7) “Oh my god you’re so much better than the last person I was with.”
8) “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”
9) “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”
10) “Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.”
11) “I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”
12) “You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.”
13) “Touch yourself for me.”
14) “Do you think you deserve to be punished?”
15) “You take my fingers so well don’t you?”
16) “Shut up and take your pants off.”
17) “When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me.”
18) “Are you wearing my shirt?”
19) “Do you need me to finger you first?”
20) “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”
21) “Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!”
22) “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”
23) “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.”
24) “Maybe if I punish you it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time.”
25) “Do you want it on your back or would you like to be on your stomach?”
26) “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.”
27) “Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”
28) “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”
29) “Take it off. Slowly.”
30) “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
31) “Why don’t you go put on something pretty for me?”
32) “Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.”
33) “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”
34) “I love the sounds you make when you come undone.”
35) “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”
36) “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”
37) “Did I say you could stop?”
38) “I need you. Now!”
39) “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”
40) “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.”
41) “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”
42) “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”
43) “Don’t you want to play with me?
44) “Yes! I mean yes, Sir!”
45) “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”
46) “Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”
47) “You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?”
48) “I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin.”
49) “You look so good on your knees like that.”
50) “I only want to please you.”
51) “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”
52) “Are you going to be good from now on?”
53) “Is that a tattoo?”
54) “These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.”
55) “Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”
56) “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”
57) “I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.”
58) “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”
59) “So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you want it so bad you’d better start taking it.”
60) “Please? I’ll be good, I promise!”
61) “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.”
62) “I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”
63) “Open your mouth.”
64) “I never knew someone could cum that fast just from a few fingers.”
65) “Pull my hair!”
66) “If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed.”
67) “If you want to cum you’d better beg.”
68) “You know I don’t like to be teased.”
69) “Come here, baby, let Mommy/Daddy take care of you.”
70) "Say my name over and over again and, once you think you’ve said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s making you feel good.“
71) “I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”
72) “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”
73) “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”
74) “Wow, I think you’re blushing even redder than the vibrator inside you.”
75) “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”
76) “I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.”
77) “Tell me what you like.”
78) “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”
79) “Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?”
80) “How do you feel about two at once?”
81) “Is that a thong?”
82) “Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.”
83) “Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?”
84) “I love it when you dress up for me.”
85) “Did you dress up just for me?”
86) “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”
87) “Think you can handle that much?”
88) “Mmm, good morning to you too.”
89) “Just pull the car over!”
90) “What’s wrong? I thought you liked teasing.”
91) “Aww, is my little princess/prince getting shy?”
92) “Come on, take it all on your own like a good little pet.”
93) “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”
94) “Be a good girl/boy and do what I tell you.”
95) “That tickles.”
96) “Were you touching yourself without permission?”
97) “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”
98) “I see the gift I got you fits well.”
99) “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”
100) “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”
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A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror
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It goes without saying beetleb*bes arent welcome here
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I’m melting. I’m a puddle. This is the only photo that matters.
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Beej coming up behind you while you do stuff, wraps his hands around your waist and whispers in your ear "you look good enough to eat right now, darling~"
@ whomever sent this, you're just trying to kill me tonight aren't you
Bonus:
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all i care about rn is this picture of Alex thank you
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“The one where she’s a brat” “the one with the ball gag” and “the cute one with the hug” respectively
I know it's like one of the most common writer's problem, but titling fics is hard
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Dream A Little Dream of Me
Beetlejuice x reader
The fic has everything! We got angst, we got fluff, and we got a smidge of PG-13 smut just for you.
My favorite headcanon (That I thought of) is that Beetlejuice loves being sung to, just turns our little demon to mush. This song is one of my favorites. An intruder comes into reader’s home and our bugman is there to put the fear of God/Satan in him.
special thanks to @go-commander-kim for holding my hand through this. As well as @beej-juicy for giving me a list of awesome headcanons that kindled this fic right here.
On with the show!
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#beetlejuice x reader#musical beetlejuice x reader#brightjuice because i am weak#fanfic#minors dni#beetlebabes fuck off#alex brightman
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WELL NOW I AM.
anyone else worried that, if we ever stop wearing masks, your smile is gonna be freakish bc of how much effort you have to put into showing people you're smiling under your mask?
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