It was so fucking stupid and if you'd have told Karl 2 months ago that right now, he would be sat on his bedroom floor with a full and sealed can of monster genuinely debating fucking himself with it, he would have slapped you across the face and called you a fucking moron. But he was OR Karl gets fucked with a can of monster. (posted by anonymous on ao3) if anyone in this fanfic doesn't feel comfortable with this I will delete it

this story is about and enderman hybrid named ranboo, this will include warnings so don't worry, this also includes shitty writing and mispells

Autistic Tommy, autistic + ADHD Techno, injured Tubbo, an anxious Wilbur Family trouble, difficult pasts, angst, fluff, love and the reminder that as a family, you can get through anything This book is just insane (even by my standards)