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thefloatingstone · 4 years

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imagine: fell papyrus cooking "spaghetti"

“what d’you mean you’ve never cooked spaghetti before?”

Edge ignored him, looking over the instructions on the packaging as if he was trying to scare a confession out of it.

Sans was sitting at the small kitchen table with his feet resting ontop of it as he rocked his chair back far enough to defy God. At any other giving time, Edge would have said something about this, but right now all of his energy was being used to to just make the damn spaghetti and NOT engage in a long winded back and forth with his brother’s doppelganger.

Sans seemed to have other plans, “no seriously, dude. how do you just go through life… not having made spaghetti before? you seriously mean never? not even by accident??”

“By Accident.” Edge echoed before he could stop himself, putting the packet down. “How does one ‘accidentally’ make spaghetti?”

Sans shrugged. “hey man, don’t ask me. it’s just…” He broke eye contact, scratching at his collarbone as he seemed to fish around for the right words. “ok. lemme say it like this; what did you usually cook back at your place?”

Edge had turned to fill the pot with water. He used the moment to try and think of a way to answer the question without Sans seeing his expression.

Since he and Red had started living with their counterparts, the spikier brothers had done their best to give off as much ‘don’t ask’ energy as they could regarding their own universe, and thankfully it seemed Sans had picked up the hint really fast. Papyrus was not that easily placated though. He seemed almost insistent on learning what Edge and Red’s home life had been like. At first Edge thought it must have been out of some sense of wanting to welcome them into this new house and universe better. Make the two of them ‘feel at home’ as it were. (probably the most misguided intention Edge could possibly think of. If someone wanted him and Red to feel more at home, they’d make things the exact polar opposite of where they had come from. Some part of him thought ‘literally anything different would be an improvement’ but he was too cynical to believe it was impossible for things to be worse. There was always room for ‘worse’. Life liked to remind him of that.)

After a few days he’d finally had a realization, however. Behind the friendly, welcoming smile and outstretched arms, Papyrus wasn’t constantly asking for details out of some kind of ‘let me help you feel at home’ mentality. Papyrus was… Edge wasn’t entirely sure. With anyone else he’d say they were looking for information to figure out if Edge or Red would stab them in their sleep or not. And yet Papyrus didn’t give off that kind of impression either.

Edge didn’t know what it was he was trying to learn from them, and the fact that he didn’t know bothered him all the more. Thankfully, the Sans of this universe saw where the line was way before his brother did, and was quick to step in if he saw either Red or Edge start to bristle under Papyrus’ constant questions.

Sans being the one to ask any kind of ‘what did you do back home’ question was a rarity.

Maybe that’s why it felt safe to answer.

“Usually whatever we managed to get our hands on.”

If Sans was taken aback by the answer he didn’t show it. “that never include spaghetti? like… ever?”

“No.”

Edge was stirring the noodles as the water boiled. He was supposed to stir them, wasn’t he? He shouldn’t have thrown the package away after reading it. Having an audience was breaking his concentration.

“i guess its kinda hard to just carry noodles in your pocket,” Sans reasoned.

Edge waited for any follow-up thoughts but Sans remained silent, seemingly content with just staring at his back as he tried his best to remember what the next step was supposed to be.

Having another monster’s eyes boring into him from behind was a feeling that had lost none of its ability to make him feel… weirdly threatened. It was nagging at him, telling him to do something about the eyes watching him. That it wasn’t safe. And no matter how hard he tried to tell himself to just relax. That it was just Sans. That, as far as he knew, Sans was not gonna leap across the kitchen and try to shank him while his guard was done. Old habits died hard.

Even without remembering the next step in the recipe, Edge could tell something had already gone wrong. The spaghetti looked limp and waterlogged.

Without letting any emotion slip into his face or posture, Edge picked up the pot, walked to the dustbin, and dumped the entire mess into it before walking to the sink.

“woah. er… ok. bit of an overreaction, but sure,” Sans said. Edge could still feel his gaze following him around the room. It was making him prickle.

As soon as the pot was rinsed and put on the rack to dry, he straightened his gloves, and then left the kitchen as if he’d been completely alone. Not even giving Sans a glance in passing.

“uh….” Sans watched him go. “ok then.”

Finding himself suddenly alone, Sans looked from the doorway, to the trash, to the stove, and back to the doorway again.

“i guess i could just order take-out.” he slumped. A light frown played on his features. “the heck just happened, anyway?”

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#C-Puff answers #Imagines #Undertale #UT AU #Underfell #UF!Papyrus #Sans #writing #prompts.#bublp0pr

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fangirltothefullest · 5 years

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I needed that #if sad check this tag thing tonight. I’m in the dark, I couldn’t play vids with noise or really focus on the ones with much text because my head is all fuzzy right now, but the pics and gifs helped. Just wanted to say thanks, it doesn’t fix things but it’s keeping my thoughts a little brighter than they were before I started which means a lot with this sort of thing. So yeah, thanks 💜

I’m so glad it could help! It won’t fix problems but it’s a soft and nice distraction for a while sometimes~

#bublp0pr #tashi answers

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it-is-yshea · 4 years

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19?

Would you go back in time if given a chance?

yea... and also stay there?

there are many possibilities that we all want to fix like saving the library of Alexandria or even stoping the invention of plastic....i think that's it

#maybe also stopping the spaniard occupation before it even started lol #or for more personal things...not being in my recent school #ask #bublp0pr

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theheadcanonzone · 6 years

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you say "dog" like we don't know Magnus has an entire //pack// of dogs of varying breeds, coats and sizes because he has poor impulse control and will adopt anything that loosely fits under the definition of canine in a heart beat even if he has 21 back at home. "It's your fault Luce! An entire year without any dogs on the moon... imagine how many dog experiences i could have had in a YEAR! I need to make up lost time"

He loves them all and no matter how many there are or how much room they take up, he will try to share his bed with all of them so none feel left out

#taz. taz headcanon #headcanon time #submission #submission sunday #taz balance #magnus burnsides #lucretia #mod lulu #bublp0pr

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sevenrelics · 6 years

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saving face - 2.4k

@bublp0pr said: (i don't really do the whole writing request thing often so i hope this isn't too specific or long or i'm not doing this properly. If so i'm so sorry!) Could you maybe write something where a slightly older Angus starts dating someone but hasn't told anyone about it and Taako, Merle and Magnus come together to try to figure out why he's been so distracted and strange lately?

No worries, you got it down perfectly! I had a ton of fun writing this, tysm for the idea!

Happy Pride! 🏳️‍🌈✨Send in a ship (or anything else!) & a prompt and I’ll write a drabble! "It's teenage rebellion," Magnus states, his lumbering form jolting Taako's shoulders as he shifts on the bleachers. Someone's just made a goal. Taako couldn't say by who, but there's definitely been some sort of sports victory on the field. Judging from Merle's grumbling, (though he claims to not care in the least for Angus, nor his high school soccer victories) it's not for their side.

"Teenage reb—,” Taako repeats, disdain lacing his voice. "Mags, it's Angus, his idea of rebelling is doing the dishes when Lup forgets," he says, which is not entirely true. Lup most definitely doesn't forget, but weasels her way out of her share of kitchen cleanup with the excuse of "reaping business", or just disappears until someone else sucks it up and cleans the mess themselves. It's not reaping business. Ever. From what Kravitz groans about over a glass of wine on their couch, Lup doesn't even do her job when she's on the clock.

Regardless, Angus has been acting strange, and Taako is determined to find out why.

"It is!" Magnus protests, and the woman behind them wrinkles her nose at either the volume of his words or the way he continues elbowing Taako as he noisily claps at the kicking of a ball. Home-run, or whatever.

"No, it isn't," Taako repeats, and scoots closer to Merle. "He's just been weird lately. He usually can't shut his damn mouth about school, but now he doesn't tell Krav and I anything beyond his grades. Which we know! He stresses over an A minus!" he snaps, and tosses his hands in the air. He doesn't mention he and Lup doing the same thing before being accepted into the IPRE. They weren't members of Fantasy NASA for nothing. "He’s— He's not getting bullied, he knows too many defensive spells for that," Taako continues, dropping his hands back in his lap. "No drugs, his asthma would fuck that up for him. And he's out late constantly!" Taako snarls, raising his voice to be heard over the crowd's cheering.

"Sounds like teenage rebellion to me," Magnus says, shrugs, and grabs another handful from the crinkled bag of chips between them.

Taako huffs. Magnus's solutions so far have boiled down to 'wait it out', or, occasionally, 'get him a dog', neither of which Taako is keen on. Sure, elves have plenty of time, but Taako has never been particularly stellar at managing it, nor mastered the art of patience. He prefers not to think about how much time Angus has.

And on the dog point, they have Magnus, who is just as friendly and eats twice as much, so Taako neglects to see how bringing another animal to their street would help his situation at all.

Another cheer interrupts the biting retort formulating on his tongue, and Taako reluctantly rises to his feet to clap alongside his two friends.

Angus is important to him. More so than he'd like to admit, actually. He's wormed his way into his l in a way that only his boyfriend and those who have spent a century in his company have. It's impressive. Taako's heart is a no-go zone, a big ol' void of non-trust, and yet, here they are. Taako is sitting on an awful metal bench, surrounded by sweaty people and the stench of bad chili-dogs to watch his kid play a sport he has zero knowledge of.

So, for once in his life, he rolls his eyes, sucks a breath through his slightly crooked teeth, and lowers his pride to ask a favor.

"Merle," Taako wheedles, drawing out his old friend's name. Said dwarf continues to stare straight ahead, dull gray eyes locked on the field. Damned dwarven stubbornness.

"Merle," Taako presses insistently, expertly styled (if he does say so himself) eyebrows raised expectantly.

"Nope." Merle shifts beside him to reach across Taako's lap to snatch from the greasy, crumpled bag of chips that Magnus has decimated. Taako briefly wonders if they've coordinated this with the specific intent of annoying the shit out of him. He glances at Merle out the corner of his eye, attempting to look at least somewhat affable as he tucks a lock of bottle blond hair back into his cap. Not the most 'Fantasy Vogue' choice, but Ren tells him it's what people wear to these types of events.

After a few moments of Merle pointedly not meeting his eyes, Taako frowns and scoots closer to Magnus, which ick, but serves to show his point well enough. Well, fuck. He's never trying that again. Nope, nuh-uh, no chance, zero, zip, zilch. Putting his pride on the line is bad enough, but not getting any results? A million times worse.

On the other hand.

If he doesn't figure this out, he'll go who knows how long without Angus's constant chatter, which, rather reluctantly, he has to admit he misses a little. He'll have to keep leaving dinner in the fridge, continue having only half-conversations with his kid, and Kravitz will have to put up with even more late night grumblings and admissions of concern from him.

He stifles a groan and huffs. "Can't you just check—“

"No."

It's silent other than for Magnus rustling his snacks, and the noise of plastic on foil grates on Taako's ears.

There's a sigh from his left, and Taako's ears perk. "S' not sick, if that's what you're asking," Merle says, his gravel voice music to Taako's ears.

"You're sure? Because you gotta admit, he's acting fucking weird—“

"Didn't say I knew what was up with the brat, just that he's not sick. Sick kid couldn't have made that goal," Merle grumbles and points towards the field, and sure enough, shouts and screams erupt as students swarm Angus. Despite not knowing what in hell is going on, Taako's chest swells with pride for his apprentice.

"Nice hole-in-one," Taako says when the game ends, slinging his arm around Angus's shoulders. The kid's about his height, now, which aggravates him beyond belief. Fortunately, he still has his hat. You always count the hat.

"That is actually one hundred percent wrong," Angus replies, though he's smiling brightly between ragged breaths.

"Psh. Par, then?" Taako goads, and Angus's shoulders shake with laughter beneath his arm. It's... warm. Familiar. Much closer to the Angus he remembers a few weeks ago. They walk to the carriage, still linked though Taako's blouse is bound to smell like grass and sweaty human by the time they arrive home.

They're only a few feet away when Angus stops in his tracks, halting both of them in the process. "Oh," he says, and guilt flashes across his features. "Sorry, Taako, I have something I need to do. After school. Now."

Fuck. There's all their progress today down the drain. Kravitz, Barry, and Lup are all working today, Merle and Davenport are boating, or whatever it is old men do with their time, and Magnus is. Well. Taako would prefer to not be around him after the number of mediocre cheese fries he's devoured. One hundred years of sharing a bathroom with him were more than enough, thank you very much. Without Angus, it's an empty house for him tonight.

It's out of selfish need and mild concern that he raises a single eyebrow, and places a manicured hand on his hip. "Like take a shower?"

"Well, later— yes, I guess, but I really—“ Angus stammers out, the words tripping on his tongue. His hands move to play with the frame of his glasses, a nervous habit Taako can recall all the way back on the Rockport Limited six some years ago.

"Uh, nope. Not today, boychik," he says, and ignores the sharp mix of confusion and disappointment that immediately blankets Angus's expression. Taako briefly toys with the idea of saying 'fuck it' and letting the kid go do whatever it is that he's so set on. It goes as quick as it comes— this is a conversation that, like it or not, they need to have. After a second, Angus nods, and Taako steers him by the shoulder over to an empty bench.

"Sit," he instructs.

Angus's brow furrows, and he opens his mouth as if to protest. Taako cuts him off with another stern look, which fuck, he really hates doing. Being bad cop is always Kravitz's job— nothing gets the point of 'don't go out in poor weather' across like a lecture from the literal Grim Reaper.

Angus sits.

One quick call and subsequent portal later (courtesy of Lup, who is more than happy to have an excuse to skip out on paperwork), they're standing in the kitchen of their home. Angus toes off his soccer cleats before moving with careful footsteps to the kitchen table. Taako's heart aches a little at the forlorn expression and the way he tiptoes around him as if expecting a lecture. Which, fuck, depending on how this conversation goes, might be the result he receives. Though he wants to know, it scares him a little. If this is something big, and Angus doesn't trust them enough to reveal it, or worse, it's too late to act on it, Taako isn't positive he can handle the fallout.

"So," he begins, and draws out the chair opposite Angus. "What's going on with you?"

Angus's eyes snap up to his, and his hands once again flit to his glasses. Not a particularly good sign. Taako resists the urge to pin them down with a spell. "What?"

So that's how they're playing this. "You know what," he says, and raps his glossed nails on the table as an outlet for the nervous energy that boils in his veins. Fuck it, he thinks, and cuts straight to the chase. "Are you injured?"

"Injured?" Angus echoes, sending a cursory glance over his limbs, then shakes his head emphatically. "No."

"Being bullied?"

"No?"

"Sick?"

"What—“ Angus blinks, and lowers his backpack to the floor with a soft thud. Obviously anticipating a longer conversation than their run-of-the-mill passing quips in the past few weeks. Thankfully for him, Taako would prefer to not drag this out any more than necessary. "No," he stresses. "Not sick."

"Merle chooses now to be the only time he's right?" Taako mutters, and Angus purses his lips in a way that reminds Taako distinctly of Kravitz when Lup's jokes have gone on a tad too long.

"Then what's up with you?" Taako asks, and folds his arms across his chest. Angus doesn't respond, and Taako feels his nails digging crescents into his bare arms.

"Got all night, kiddo," he continues, and though Angus's eyes don't waver, he isn't forthcoming with any answers. "Every one after that, too" he tacks on, though Angus knows just as well as he does that Taako isn't committed enough to remain on his case about this unless he's in severe danger.

"It's nothing bad," Angus promises, the words coming out of his mouth in a hurry. He runs a nervous hand through his short curls, then opens his mouth, and pauses. He drops his hands to his lap. Angus McDonald has never been at a loss for words in his life, and Taako doubts now is any exception— frankly, he knows more than the majority of adults, sure as fuck more than Taako does. Which does nothing to assuage his nerves, because it means if Angus won't tell, something deeply, deeply wrong is occurring.

Angus finally breaks his eyes away and turns them to the ceiling as he briefly clasps his hands, and whispers something Taako can't pick up from across the table. Theatrics seem to run in the family, genetic or not. Taako finally understands how fucking infuriating it can be. Will that stop him? Absolutely not.

A deep breath. "I've been seeing someone," Angus says, and Taako's heart catches in his throat.

"Oh," Taako says, and he's certain his eyes are wider than Magnus's upon seeing a puppy. "Oh," he continues, and hears a shrill laugh escape from his throat.

"Well. Is he nice?" Taako asks, because that conversation had occurred already, at two am on an emotional Tuesday morning Taako doesn't remember too fondly. It had involved nearly using Magic Missile on an intruder that opened his bedroom door at ungodly hours of the morning, only to have said intruder start bawling over a fact Taako'd already known (because really, no straight kid could ever contain that much sass, even if it's just from mimicking his far superior teacher).

Angus only stares at him. "You're not mad?" There's a note of disbelief in the words, and Taako smiles despite himself. Still surprising people, even after years of being around them. Angus's eyes are wide behind his dirt-streaked frames, and he reminds Taako of the little boy on the Rockport Limited. Unsure, a little trepidatious, and filled with energy.

"Mad?” Taako grins, and leans forward, hair spilling out of his unforunately colored baseball cap. "Kiddo, I'm fucking thrilled. Nerd boy's finally caught a man." Angus flushes, but smiles back. "He cute?"

"Oh, very."

"Excellent," Taako says, pushing the flat of his hand against the table as he rises. "Well, I won't keep you."

"What?" Angus moves to stands as well, his hands fluttering at his sides.

"You're still showering," Taako continues as if Angus hadn't interrupted at all. "And change, too. Grab something from my closet." Angus's jaw drops, and he shakes his head with such vehemence that Taako is shocked his glasses don't fly off.

"What, pumpkin? I didn't make you miss your date, did I?" If he had, Taako knows he'll feel genuinely awful, though he'd rather not dwell on that unless fully necessary.

"Taako," Angus starts, and the smile on his face curls into something a tad more mischievous. Reminds him of someone, actually. "Did you miss me?"

"Don't push it."

Taako notices in the next few days that Angus is home remarkably more often. Though nothing has changed, not really, the conversation itself seems to have drawn them back together. Dinner isn't left in the fridge much anymore, and when Angus goes out, he's often wearing something Taako recognizes. Even if the patterns are far more conservative than what Taako would've put together.

It takes a few weeks, but one night there's a guest at their table.

Kravitz insists they don't intrude on the pair while they "study and snack". Of course, Taako takes it upon himself to make the occasion something out of Angus's nightmares, mildly embarrassing the kid, and poking fun every time they cross paths, even when Kravitz rolls his eyes and apologizes in his stead.

He does have a persona to keep up, after all.

#Taz Fanfiction #Taz Fic #Taz Balance #Taakitz #Taako #Kravitz #Angus McDonald #Magnus Burnsides #Merle Highchurch #Fluff #Long #god i'm so sorry if the read more doesn't work #bublp0pr

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drundertalescum · 6 years

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fanart based just on your quick mspaint one. I couldn’t manage to get him to have sharp edges… but still! Echo’s such a sad papyrus :/ (..and i love sad characters ;D)

He looks wonderful and perfect! :D

#the great echo #@me #bublp0pr #he's very good #submission

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papyrussuggestions-archive · 6 years

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Can i have a hug? Please? The best and greatest hug you have to give to someone who utterly doesn't deserve it but needs it and wants it anyway? You always did believe in people even when they didn't deserve it... So can you please do it just this once more?

OF COURSE YOU CAN HAVE A HUG, FRIEND!! THE IDEA OF HAVING TO DESERVE A HUG IS SILLY! I SAY YOU DESERVE A FANTASTIC HERO HUG... BECAUSE I WANT TO GIVE YOU ONE!!

#bublp0pr #PAPYRUS MAIL

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namethefallen · 6 years

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bublp0pr replied to your post “buff in progress - Act One complete”

oooh if Papyrus is the fallen "human" I wonder if maybe this mix up leaves Frisk to exist as this fallen "monster" like act 2's name suggests... Who knows? I'm just speculating XD It could mean any number of things heheh

#bublp0pr

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tini-ballerini · 6 years

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@bublp0pr asked:

Dvd commentary? I’d be interested in when they don’t dodge pap’s big bone attack in Bystander Effect

It’s not a bone. It’s a BONE. If there was ever a time to use theoretical caps lock to describe something, it’s now, with this attack.

It’s immense, and sliding toward you at a rate faster than you can dodge it.

Can’t go around it. Can’t go under it. Definitely can’t jump over it.

Gotta go through it.

You react on instinct, feeling the shimmering azure ocean around your soul evaporating as a burst of fire consumes it all at once, lowering your center of gravity further and narrowing your eyes before launching straight forward toward the bone. The orange glow of your Soul seems to grow, like a physical thing, casting its shade across your skin, an ember becoming a wildfire all at once.

It surrounds you, and you impact with the BONE, and then the feeling of solidity gives away through your system and– you’re not sure if it passes through you or if you pass through it, but suddenly you’re rolling onto the ground and coming to a stop on your back on the opposite side of it, breathing heavily, all of your limbs tingling with aftershocks.

Your soul drifts back down into your chest, and all at once the battle is over.

You take one big breath, before dissolving into absolutely hysterical giddy giggles.

“ Wow .” you breathe, eyes wide, staring upward and carding your hands through your hair as though trying to hold your head on straight. “ What was that ?! That was fantastic, oh my stars , Papyrus, you’re incredible! That thing was massive , I knew you were holding out on me, I just knew it !”

From The Bystander Effect, Chapter 21, Fate Works in Reacharounds. (x)

Hoooo, one of the most fun scenes I ever got to write! Papyrus as a character is my absolute favorite in all of Undertale, and I really wanted this fight to carry a little bit of a lot of things; I wanted it to feel fast-paced, intense, but with a distinct sense of reluctance from both parties? Papyrus does NOT want to be fighting the human, and I really wanted that to show. But once the MC made it clear that she could more or less hold her own, the fight could take on a more friendly, supportive spar type of atmosphere.

The final attack was something I had more or less planned for a while, actually. I knew that I really wanted to keep the MC’s capabilities realistic, so having her jump over it of her own power was a no-go, but I was also disinclined to have Papyrus ‘help’ her, if that makes any sense. That’s partially what gave me the inspiration for “Can’t go around it. Can’t go under it. Definitely can’t jump over it.”

From that perspective, where else can you go, but through it? It was also a thematic constant for the MC’s character arc, as well-- the Bravery response would by nature prompt her to leap straight through it.

As for the magic? Well, that’s a little personal flair. We have in-game confirmation that the Red Soul has a sort of magic to it that allows it to push through otherwise unblockable attacks (see, the final attack in the True Pacifist run), and I have a personal headcanon that is taking shape in Bystander Effect that Determination in general (no matter the color of the soul) can prompt timeline shenanigans and at the very least saves and loads. Sort of, “Driving Force” to survive and all that.

Once I got that established however it was more or less just having fun imagining what the other soul colors’ personal magics would be. Patience and Bravery were pretty easy to decide on, if a bit more... creative to implement, in Bravery’s case. Kindness and Perseverance too. And I’m looking forward to writing in Justice’s soul magic, as a gentle spoiler. ;)

Most of the scene played out like a movie when I was first writing it, but the ‘aftershocks’ part was a specific detail I felt I had to include, since once I had written the MC passing through the bone I actually had to sit back for a moment with a serious case of adrenaline jitters. Felt like a static shock, and seemed fitting for the scene.

#t1f #bublp0pr #t1f asks #dvd commentary #submission

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