author is sleep deprived

(Yes the title is from sofia the first, yes I'm laughing at it, I find it funny-) In which Phil has created the Antarctic Empire from the ground up and takes in Techno and Wilbur along the way, and raises them while also ruling his kingdom. Tommy, sixteen, lives with Tubbo in an orphanage, the two of them running around in the cold streets of their town. After a hectic day of getting separated from Tubbo, getting into a few fights, and ending up in an entirely new town, he comes across Phil, and saves him from an assassination attempt by smashing a plate over someone's head. So then both Techno and Wilbur decide to see who this kid is, and Tommy sure is endearing, in the way that the first time they spy on him, he starts a fight in an alleyway over a bag of cookies. (and then Tommy basically gets kidnapped into the royal family, but like, legally, y’know?)

Test bed and beta chapters plus plot bunnies. The latest in the long line of Bunny farms! Where I can write scenes without bothering with the background story and build the rest around them later or post starter chapters for new stories! Random chapters that don't yet fit anywhere also occasionally make an appearance! Enjoy my madness!

It’s been four days since he became an Avenger, four days since Thanos snapped, four days since he and Nebula were left stranded in space, four days since he lost Tony, four days since Earth’s Mightiest Heroes lost. He wouldn’t consider himself mighty, not then, not now. Or… Peter doesn't get blipped, but Tony does. Where does he go from there?

Angel Dust's contract doesn't have an out clause, which is illegal, even in hell. Husk isn't just going to sit there and let that shit stand.

Waking up a few thousand years after your death to find a hero school built on your grave isn't the most fun experience. That, Izuku Midoriya can definitely say with confidence. He knew he died. He had to have, after all, his head was still severed from his neck. But the fact that scared him the most now was how he was back. And it took all of his strength not to constantly be seeing himself as a monster.

And with a final thrust of his hips, Dazai kissed Chuuya's cheeks. And praised him for his marvellous service and patted his head. "What an adorable lewd toy." Chuuya shivered and gulped weakly.His insides felt hot and good and he liked the warmth of Dazai's semenAnd he detested Dazai to a gross extent.He was ashamed and disgusted. Or,Dazai the malevolent beauty loving his darling doll.

Im horny and want to write alot ALSO I MIGHT WRITE RANDOM ANGSTY SHIT? I DONT RLLY LIKE ANGST

Angel felt himself float, infatuated with the hope that Husk felt something, anything for him, and would continue to grant him this comfort. Angel just wanted it to last. And it did. Husk let him drape his arm around his shoulder and pull him into a flirty side hug. And outside on the streets or relaxing in the front lobby, Angel found that Husk’s wings began to fall over him impulsively, keeping him close and keeping the cruelness of hell away from the both of them. It was more often than most Husk and Angel would be the last to go to sleep, mostly because Angel got back so late–yet Husk was always waiting for him when he got home. On those nights where Angel was too tired to walk up the stairs just yet, Husk would sit him down at the couches and hand him a cold glass of whiskey. They’d talk until Angel’s voice was low and tired, and real. Or; Angel and Husk's love language is touch. They seriously can't keep their hands to themselves and this begins to cross some boundaries, begging the question: what were they? Could two shitty addicts perhaps be good for each other? Or or; Pure huskerdust fluff!!!!