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modx-reborn · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 10: Priests with Sapnap

...It's in the title.

MINORS DNI!

Have you ever seen the cathedral in the afternoon? Rays of golden light transformed into halos of gold and oranges, red specks filling gaps between pure white streaks, the air filled with specks of dust that drift and paint the cracks between each colourful display of devotion. Candles of every kind, pillars and tealights, long burning towers of wax that are lit day in and day out, melting and painting old stained wood with pools long since forgotten and uncleaned.

There is piety in the air and whispered hymns on the lips of every soul that passes through those doors, head bowed and hands offered in prayer and repentance, and yet one resounding set of steps is all it takes to taint and defile, the solid click after click of your shoes against polished tile is a simple rhythm that sinks sin into the very stone foundations of the cathedral, rot seeping into the roots and curling around the heart of the church.

A demon in all but reality, and a saint in all but name, the dear priest and host of your affection is standing as he always does, clothed in his robes and hands ringed in rosery, lips moving through prayer after prayer as the air fills with thick incense. The censer long since sat upon the main altar, a centrepiece to the flowing wreaths and displays of devotion through fruit and wine, the ash that falls and spills from the gaps tells of age and endless nights in the fogs of devotion.

There is something in the way he moves, black hair so messy in comparison to the pristine press of his cassock, the black fabric barely missing the floor as he walks, broad shoulders filling out the edges and drawing the eyes of sinners and believers alike, there is a fire in the way he preaches, hands raised and eyes alight in the low light of the candles before him if it were not for his occupation one could have taken him for the sinner with the depths of his stare.

And yet it is you that walks before him, waiting as the members of the parish leave smiling and bidding you a good afternoon and well wishes as you stalk towards him, fingers dragging across pew after pew, smiling as he watches you, stepping back only as you draw near, hips bumping the alter he had preached before, black robes staining with ash as the censer rocks against the jostling movement.

He would call you temptation, a sin wrapped in the softest of hands, a smile so warm should not shudder through him leaving heat in his veins, the nickname given to him by the flock should not linger in his ears as you purr at him 'sapnap', he is devoted and pure, untainted and yet as you cage him, run your fingers up his clothed chest there is a wavering chill akin to his first prayer of the day, that first moment he runs his thumb against his rosery and dips his head but this…

This is the feeling of your fingers cupping his face, the soft drag of skin against skin, the smell of mint and the communion wine of your breath as you draw closer, smiling as if you are not trying to defile him, drag him down into the depths of your lust. And yet he cannot find it in him to pull away, to stop your lips from tracing their way down his neck tugging the neck of his robes free and leaving deepening marks that will be repented for and remind him of the corruption he had endured, taken from you.

You were still a member of his flock even now as you paint sin into his skin, he would bear this burden, take your lust and spin you anew in the light once again, but first, first, your dear Father Sapnap would have to bear the knowledge of the sin he was about to commit, of how this altar would be forever stained in sweat, tears and sin.

First, he will have to cry your name to the heavens and beg god for you to keep touching and taking from him as you had planned.

#kinktober 2022 #c: sapnap #mcyt smut #k: religion #k: corruption #mxad

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toiletwipes · 2 years

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FROTTAGE/GHOUL • DAY SIX OF KINKTOBER

Summary: Murder is not okay, we can agree on that. But refusing to communicate after coming back from the dead is morally worse. Can confirm.

Word Count: ~2.3k words

Character: Sapnap

Warnings/Notes: Thought I'd go with first person and also a male reader! Ayo frottage and also a ghoul lover so morals are very loose here. I do not condone murder only poor communication in relationships. Also this might be an unhealthy relationship. Also hella emotions

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tag list: @oyakuya @ruminationnn @despicablenotions @grrrlsagainsthumanity @wolfie-doggo @boiled-onionrings @struggling-with-time @midnighthasstruck @modx-reborn

“Hey, don’t look at me, you got yourself into this mess.” Still struggling to get out of the binds, I let out a frustrated groan, my limbs aching. My muscles relax and I’m still tied to the headboard, still glaring at this man. “Look, you wanted to help, I said no. That should’ve been the end of it, if you had respected my decision, right? We can agree on that, right?” His voice, though it’d been my favorite thing at some point, is grating my ears.

He was being stupid and I wasn’t going to let that happen, isn’t that what friends do? Stop stupid decisions?

“You were going to turn yourself in, and if they found out what exactly you are, you’d be stuck in some lab, tested on for the rest of your life, I did you a favor!” I say, tugging on the rope and grit my teeth in pain. How could he be so good with ropes?

“And you think Ben’s parents are thrilled that their son’s murderer hasn’t been found yet?” I turn my head away but he makes a sound. “No, see, that’s what I don’t get.” His hands, adorned with rings and scars from over the years, reach for chin, gripping it in his fingers and turning me to look him in the eyes. “You teach me what’s right and what’s wrong, then you tell me that turning myself in for murder is wrong?”

I kept staring into his eyes, I didn’t have an answer for him. None that would solve our problems and get this rope off.

“I let you go, you see Ben’s parents crying over a picture of their son and what are you going to do? Walk right past them knowing they would’ve had an answer but you’re the one that’s blocking it?”

“If it meant you get to live another day free-”

“Babe, you forget.” He laughs, letting go of my chin, pushing my face away. “I’m dead, I have been for years, and you still can’t let that go!”

“How the fuck am I meant to get over it if you’re still fucking walking around and doing dumb shit?!” I shout, kicking my legs out at him but he just grips the bottoms of my ankles, pulling them straight.

“You get over me by leaving this fucking piece of shit town and moving on with your life. Not stay here and cover my ass for murder.” He does not have a point. He does not get to be right. I don’t say anything right away though, and he just scoffs, letting go of my ankles and sliding off the bed.

“You made me promise to never leave you or did you already forget that?” He steps with a hand on the door knob.

“What?”

I struggle with the ropes but I manage to pull myself into an upright position, grunting as I spoke, “you made me promise while you choked on your own blood, that I wouldn’t leave you, Sap, you made me promise. How could you forget that?” I say through clenched teeth, tilting my head back. If I cried now, I would never live it down. Maybe. If he ever let me out.

He turns around, shaking his head, mumbling shit till he looks at me. “I would never do that to you!” He says, eyes wide and full on glaring at me.

“Yeah unless you were dying.” Taking in a deep breath, I look him in the eyes. And you were, and you did, and you made me pinky promise that no matter what, I wouldn’t leave you alone. And when you stopped breathing—” I choke on my own tears, I don’t really think about this memory often, it hurts too much, especially with how our relationship is now. “— they had to drag me away from your body, and everyone, EVERYONE told me that it was too soon, that they were sorry, that you shouldn’t have died. That I shouldn’t have blamed myself. I organized your fucking funeral, you asshole! And you had the nerve to crawl out of your grave and tell me that I need to get over it. Fuck you.” Breathing in shallow breaths, I look away, closing my eyes. That felt good to get off my chest.

“You never told me any of this.” A laugh bubbles out of my chest, is he serious?

“How could I? You refused to see me, you told me to stay away.” I let my head hang back.

“That’s not fair, you should’ve told me.” He says and oh, did that make my head boil.

“Yeah? You know what’s also not fair?” I couldn’t wait for this one, couldn’t wait till I dropped one of the cruelest things on him like he did to me. Had to go to therapy for this one and he forgot the whole thing. “Asking me to marry you when you were dying.”

“You’re lying.”

“Oh yeah? I am? Check my dresser, top left drawer in a velvet box. Should be the prettiest ring in there. With our initials engraved.” I say, closing my eyes and keeping them close when I hear him stride across the room with loud steps, flinging the drawer open.

The softest box in the roughest hands.

“No.” He whispers, and when I look at him, I can see his hand covering his mouth, could see his eyes water, even from my spot.

“Told me you were waiting for the perfect moment, and well, you were dying.” I try to laugh but the tears catch up to me too.

He leans over the bed with the ring, gripping my arms. “You should’ve told me, if not about the promise then the fucking ring, I wouldn’t have-” his voice cuts off and while I’m trying to see past the tears, a few of his drop on my exposed skin.

“What? You wouldn’t have pushed me away? Told me that you didn’t love me anymore?” Yeah, I couldn't go to therapy for that one so it’s been boiling inside for a while. “It’s not like you still do, so what does it matter?” I shrug as best as I could, but he can see it as easily as I feel it. It hurts so fucking much. But it feels so good to throw it back in his face.

“‘Cause I lied,” he croaks, head dropping as he squeezes my arm, and he drops the ring on my stomach, reaching over me to untie me. “I lied because I thought it was easier for you to move on and stay away from me. I was so close to killing you too I-” and when the ropes were off my wrists, he threw them to the side and he pulled me into his arms.

And as much as I am full of anger and rage, it feels good to be this close to him without him pushing me away. It felt good that he pulled me into him. My wrists hurt like a bitch, but I still throw my arms around his neck, squeezing my eyes shut as I breathe him in. He still smelt like he used to.

“I missed you so much-” I cry into his shoulder, soaking the fabric, and digging one of my hands into his hair, tugging on the locks.

“I missed you too,” he gasps and steadies himself on the bed with a hand, holding me with one arm as he nearly falls on top of me. “I’ve- fuck, I’ve missed you too.” And because we’re both pretty much crying, his arm gives out, and he completely lays on top of me. I threw my legs around his torso, holding him as close as I could. “How can I make it up to you?” He asks, somehow separating the two of us, my legs wrapped around his middle but he still sat back on his knees.

"You wanna make it up to me?" I ask, he nods and I pull on his collar, bringing his face close to mine. "You make it up to me by staying away from that fucking police station.” And getting my bearings together, I knew that I either leave this room alone in tears, maybe blood, or maybe I don’t leave at all, maybe I get to stay in his arms this time.

“Let me beg,” he asks, when I push on his shoulders, feeling too much emotion for this to be the right thing. “Let me beg on my knees.” He moves back on his knees, nudging himself between my legs, pinning me down with that intense stare of his. "Please, let me beg for your forgiveness."

"My forgiveness?" I murmur, it would take years of begging and despite myself, I wanted to hear it. I wanted to hear him beg and weep at my feet. Watch the fat drops streak down his face, soak his skin and tint it red. I want him to see him grow hungry for my touch, my voice.

I wanted him to do what I did for years up to this moment.

"You want to beg, then by all means..." I tell him, leaning against the cold bars, trying to hold my own and maybe last a few moments. Make the most of this.

He nods, leaning on the back of his thighs and kisses up my leg. I moved my leg, though, in doing so, I opened myself wider for him. His eyes flicker downward, I know what he was looking at. Of course, I'm affected. Been hardly touched by anyone during this rough patch of my life. This rough patch that began and will end with him.

He mumbles sweet words, until I tell him to speak louder and of course, his mouth always proved to be useful. Trailed soft kisses on the supple skin of my thigh, traced shapes into my thighs, I turn my head, closing my eyes. Course that's when he wants to scrape the inside of my thighs with his teeth, my eyes flying open without pause. I catch his stare an instant, locking the two of us in a silent standoff.

"What do you say, babe?" He asks, speaking the words into my kneecap with a kiss, leaning back and giving me space.

I hum, stretching my arms, moving to kneel in front of him as well when I lean over him, stroking the stubble on his chin as I move my hands from his throat to his jaw, cradling him and tipping his head back. "You can do better than that." And one of my hands slide down, scratching softly with my fingertip till it rested at the base of his neck. I could feel him swallow.

It's thrilling to experience as his eyes fluttered close and his mouth dropped open, but I was getting impatient. If he was to beg for my forgiveness, the performance is lacking everything I need. Most importantly, the actual begging.

"Please, I've been a jerk but- fuck," he hisses under his breath as I drag my hand down, down till it reached the waistband of his pants.

I moved my hand away, speaking as his eyes flew open, "you're supposed to be begging, aren't you? Why'd you stop?" I pout, stroking the side of his face and the next few moments are music to my ears. The way he trips over his words, the way he gives me a look through his lashes, how his hips buck up against the faint touch of my hand. And every time I stopped, one of his hands came up to grasp at my shoulder, eyes closing.

After a while, I couldn't tell you how long we continue this, I see it. I see the wetness under his eyes, watch them drip faintly. I couldn't help myself when I reached out to lick it off his skin. His sharp inhale is in my ear and he begs through a strangled moan, "please, I'll be good for you, just let me- I wanna touch you so-" and he stutters when my hand fully wraps around him, stroking as slow as I wanted. And the moment he moans instead of begging? I stop, pull my hand out, snap the waistband.

I'd even leave him there if I had any strength in me, just to see him cry. But that's the fucking thing. I would never leave.

“One last try, hm?” I say into his ear, relishing the way he heaves breath after breath, letting him calm himself before he begins speaking, voice shaking as words leave him. Filthy words that send volts straight to my dick.

And at some point, I take pity. I let him touch me, let him kiss me, let him take me into his mouth and make me see stars.

Holding himself above me, kissing me hard and pressing his chest against mine, his hips rut against mine, groaning into mine when our two dicks glide against each other. I smiled into his mouth and quietly said his name, sighing as I wrapped my hands around both of our cocks, setting a fast pace that had him whining into my mouth. "Too fast, I'm-" Sap's whines cuts the air but I hope he does, hope he cums too fast and his head spins. Hope it feels good.

And yeah, it's a lot for me too, just his voice alone makes me want to push him on the bed and take what I need from him. Having him this close, this needy after an emotionally draining couple of years… I deserve an orgasm. I paint his stomach white with my cum, breathing heavy with a smile as he bites down my skin and coats both of us. He doesn't stop there. After he ruts in my palm the last few times, he moves down the bed, licking every drop spilled on my stomach. Threading my fingers through his hair, my mouth is dry with a need to praise him. But no words come out.

And when he peers up at me, I don't know what to do with myself.

#ktober 22 #c: sapnap #k: frottage #au: ghouls #au: monster #k: monster

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elijahjellyblock · 6 months

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Lots of Dsmp art i did over the years, some from my attempt of doing a dsmp art challenge that i stopped half way through.

any dsmp fans interested in my art i would love a follow, wanting to see how the fandom is here, since i only was in the fandom Years ago on twitter. i am quite baby here u_u

#dsmp #dsmp fanart #dream smp #c!sapnap #c!wilbur #c!tommy #c!techno #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #c!dream #c!quackity #ghostbur #c!karl #hoodedjelly art

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hiding-in-the-vault · 4 months

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More Power Trio AU!!! Final part of whatever this is.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Sapnap would then proceed to say he did believe Dream (or else he wouldn't have tagged along on this adventure), but didn't realize how bad it was :)

#dreblr #power trio #c!dream #c!sapnap #dsmp au #cw excessive scarring #vault arts #back to working on nml lol

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jjoneechan · 1 month

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just remembered I never showed my concept for nether satyr/centaur c!sapnap

#artists on tumblr #do not repost/steal #no ai/ no nft #fanart #sapnap #c!sapnap #sapnap my beloved #sapnap fanart #dsmp fanart

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routeriver · 2 years

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chasing ghosts

#dream smp #dsmp #quackity fanart #jrrart #c!quackity #c!sapnap #c!karl #c!slimecicle #i had a vision this morning then boom here’s c!quackity angst #i am very excited for his lore stream can u tell

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infizero-draws · 18 days

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these freaks AGAIN? when will i be free..

#dsmp #c!wilbur #c!quackity #c!karl #c!sapnap #karlnapity #quackbur #tntduo #fanart #smoking tw #ok off the bat I DONT SUPPORT IRL WILBUR ANYMORE. OBVIOUSLY. anyways with that out of the way #what if they were all happy little freaks together. what then #karlnapity all have wedding rings btw but i specifically showed wil's hand to show he does not have one #hes part of the polycule but in a more like. distant/surface level way. karlnapity are married and then wilbur is also there.#as q's eternal boytoy or something. and that works for them. thumbs up

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bluerasbunny · 2 months

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and what if i start posting sapnap, huh. what then?

#c!sapnap #dsmp #dsmp fanart #sapnap fanart #i love c!sapnap so much dude hes so awesome #queueskies #bun arts

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dreamhot · 1 year

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quiet on set !!!

AT THE ELEVENTH HOUR i present my @dreblrtine-gift-exchange piece for my giftee, @amethystcove !! the prompt was dsmp actor au, so i took the opportunity to draw one of my fave ooc moments of all time. sorry this is so late, but i hope you enjoy <33

#lee.art #dsmp #dreblrtine2023 #c!dream #c!sapnap #c!techno #c!tubbo #this is so much messier than i wanted it to be but . life comes at u fast

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worldisrevolving · 3 months

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some c!dnap because i haven't posted art in ages

#dream fanart #sapnap fanart #wrld.art #dreamnap fanart #dreamwastaken #dreamnap #c!sapnap fanart #c!dreamnap #c!dream fanart

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kelongt · 2 months

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Dsmp animatic because idc that it's dead :')

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modx-reborn · 2 years

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Mod- Mod I have something to say

Imagine a wolfAU thingy- I dont know what you would call it but just- how do I-

Screw it , Ima just rant rn

Male Dispersal Wolves leave their packs to find a mate so they can start their own pack and you can often time's find them in small groups , normally wolves from the same pack and it can be from 1 - 6 wolves in a group , so just imagine this group is Dream , Sapnap , George , Punz , Wilbur , all wolf hybrids

Now listen- imagine being a lone wolf , not really looking for a mate or anything and you stumble upon this group deep in the woods , your first reaction is run and theirs is something along the lines of just 'breed' because they haven't seen another person ages and are willing to fight eachother to have you

Wolves are simple , whoever is the strongest gets the prize , just thinkin about how each one of them sneaks off with you in the middle of the night to breed without the others knowing

Now you have this group of males wrapped tightly around your finger

I would add a shit ton of more details but I've already typed way too much so- mm

Me and my animals hey Mod- I need to stop- but also no- MO D , halp me

God, I am so sorry it took so long to get to this!

But let's feed these worms, I am gonna write a little background and then short individual bits for each!

Sure it was probably better to stay in a group and stay with your 'Pack' but honestly, you're grown now, old enough that you don't want to be babied or taught something you already know well so instead of sticking around you chose to roam, to run off and enjoy the adventure and explore the greater world and enjoy all that your pack had never stayed by or dared to explore. Now you had the freedom to enjoy everything you never could have, and sure maybe it was stupid to go alone, alone without saying anything but those regrets can wait for later you have a world to see.

Those first few weeks had been hard, roaming was a lot of work and now you were a little more confident and a little more ready to actually get further out than just the plains you had settled in temporarily. Or you had been, till a few days ago you had encountered a small group of fellow wolf hybrids, the group of men were kind of scraggly and had all turned to stare at you the moment you had entered their sight, sure you had been around other wolves in the past but after deliberately leaving your pack the last thing you needed was to accidentally stumble into another one.

So with a rushed 'bye', you had bolted, not waiting for the group to respond or truly understand what had just happened bar the fact that they had just seen a new person, it was probably for the best.

Or it was till one of them had shown up at your campsite, scuffed and stained with mud and dirt, panting and eager to show something off, dropping the gift and making the basic niceties to be allowed to stay by your fire. These visits would happen more and more often, always with something of need or worth with them and maybe that was what kept you in the area, or maybe it was what the visits had become...

Dream's Visits:

When dream visits it is still with a gift, be it food or materials, he is often leaving items for you before he approaches you, starting his coaxing through worming in as the provider and savoring the moment he sees you wearing one of his more material gifts, living for the moment you let him into your tent. Sure it had begun pouring down rain and returning home would have been extremely hard but not impossible, who was he to turn down a chance to be close to you, to feel you under him and enjoy how you would feel wrapped around his cock as he fucked you into your bedroll.

"Look so good in my gifts, will look even better on my cock, keep you fucked dumb and full of my cum, make sure all the others know your mine, they can visit and they can fuck you but your mine. You wear my gifts and your gonna keep letting me back, keep letting me fuck you, won't you? Won't you?"

Wilbur's Visits:

Wilburs visits are often in the early morning, full of grabbing hands even at the first visit, trying to tug you off to see things, do things, to just fill the need to explore. Sure with sweet words and a few well-placed looks he is able to get you to look forward to his visit a little more each time and before you know it the next time his hands are reaching for your own it is to drag you off and 'Show you something' that something being the sun rising as he fucks you into the dirt of the hill he had dragged you to.

"Fuck sweetheart you feel fantastic, a perfect little pet to fuck full and keep dripping with my cum. I know you let the others fuck you, and that's fine you can fuck them, but your my pet, and I will make sure you remember that, I'll let you whore around and fuck as you like, but at the end of the day you will call my name when you cum and you'll drip with my cum..."

Sapnap's Visits:

Sapnaps first visit is with dream, leaning off to the side as they chatter at you, trying to get you to talk back to them but when dream leaves he lingers leaving a few fire starters, and then heads off with an awkward wave. All the other visits he makes are the same, a little awkward but ultimately you let him closer enjoying the excitement he shows for certain things and how he is always ready to help you set up your fire to burn through the night, it is one of those nights when you let him even closer, bent over one of the log seats with his body pressed against your back.

"Fuck, so warm, so sweet and pretty like this, wanna keep you under me, buried in you and fucking you whenever you need it. Would look so good having you like this, no sneaking off just roll over and fuck you like you deserve. Wanna fill you and see it take, wanna know that it's me you think of when your alone, sweet thing, so sweet..."

George's Visits:

When you first meet George it is a little awkward, he lingers on the outskirts of your camp before running off, he does this a few times, once coming with dream and sapnap as well, but the moment he starts to actually try and interact it is a little blunt and short as if he doesn't want to be there and yet he keeps coming back, keeps talking or sitting with you by the fire. Then one night he stays longer, later, and ends up falling asleep on you, softly wrapping himself around you and dragging you to the floor with him, you end up joining him in sleep only to wake up as in his sleep had begun rutting against you, waking up and snapping into action when he felt you try and move.

"No, no stay here, god you feel good, warm, and fuck. Even just sleeping by you is good, wonder if you feel as good as my dreams did, wanna know how you look taking my cock, my cum dripping out of your, maybe I'd fuck it back into you, make sure you feel as I fill you again. Wanna see your face as I fuck you, hear you moan and shine for me, you will moan for me, won't you? Lound and pretty, fucked out on my cock with nothing but the feeling of me stretching you open as you cum..."

#c: dream #c: sapnap #c: wilbur #c: georgenotfound #dsmp smut #possessive behavior #k: hybrid #k: breeding #k: praise #k: degradation #mxad #anon response

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