#Crispy!Edd

[crispycookedcat]

Bites pencil

Figured while i try to find an order of the paul pat comic I post some work of the main four! or well, my take on them. Tord yall already met (crusty hoe). But these are the others! I know Edd looks like Pond Edd but I didn't intend for him to look like him, he is just chronically tired.

N e way, the next page will come soon but I need to figure out an order to put them in. My eddsworld boys will be used with the tag # Crispy so they can be easily found! Ill also be using it for the Paul x Pat Angst au. ^^

[marmalade004]

Messed around and remade an old au

[doubledyke]

dissociatED: ch. 1

Eddy is depressed and goes to Ed for help.

**details are subject to change cuz im essentially making this up as i go along, with a pretty vague outline.

Eddy's teal '91 Camaro rumbled through the parking lot of Peach Creek Rolladium, and stopped in the usual spot in a far corner, under the shade of a tree. For most people, arriving twenty minutes early would provide plenty of time to spruce up, get inside, and clock in. For Eddy, it was a crunch.

Booming bass from his souped-up sound system rattled the rearview mirror, making his pre-shift primp a bit dizzying. Ever the trooper, he pushed through and tousled his hair, swiped gel through his brows and practiced an unconvincing smile. Countless keychains rattled when he shut off the ignition, silencing the thunderous engine and stereo. He adjusted his seat to it's original position and threw his head against the back. 

Eddy liked his job at the roller rink, since it gave him the opportunity to show off his impressive skate skills - plus the uniform was cool. But since graduating two weeks ago, he couldn't help but wonder where his life was headed. Mister Big Shot was finishing his first year in college, having graduated early; The Lump had his art and a fawning girlfriend. Eddy had...

The ashtray opened with a click and he plucked out the crispy half-joint he'd been nursing over the past few days. It didn't take a lot to get him where he wanted to be. He lit the blackened end and took a stale drag from his poor rolling job. Despite quickly feeling sufficiently fuzzy, he decided to finish it, knowing that the flavor would be even worse if it sat any longer. When it got too hot to hold, he tapped it out on the underside of the side-view mirror, then flicked it onto a pile of roaches he'd later gift to Ed. 

After catching a glimpse of the time, he accepted his fate with a grumble and pulled himself out of his slump to rifle around the glove compartment for some cologne. With a few spritzes, he was ready to grace the masses with his presence. Just in case, he tilted the rearview down for one last ogle.

In his altered state, the glassy eyes that looked back looked just different enough to make his heart skip. From this angle, and in this lighting... His hands shot up to press and pinch at his features, attempting to convince his uncooperative brain that he was tripping.  

Family members had often commented on Eddy's resemblance to his brother, but he was quick to disagree. He, of course, insisted that he'd inherited his mother's natural good looks, while the rest of the men in his family shared an uncomely mug. But in this drug-induced frazzle he felt unable to pull away from the menacingly familiar eyes that followed as he squirmed. 

Any other time, Edd's voice nagging him about what to do would've been brushed to the back of his mind. Now he was desperate to remember what guidance his friend had for moments like this. 

His chest tightened while one hand white-knuckled the steering wheel, the other clutching at the front of his shirt. Unseen hands clenching his neck made it impossible to swallow the growing lump in his throat. Now sweltering, the cabin was shrinking around him.  

Five things you can tas- wait no... Was it three things you can smell? Am I s'posed to be holding my breath?

Just as his vision became spotty, he shouldered the door open with a metallic crunch. He'd barely made it over the door sill when the otherwise empty parking lot echoed with the splattering of his stress response onto the black top.

He wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm and released a sickened groan. After ensuring that he was indeed alone, a shaky hand turned the key, still in the ignition. The stale air from the vents made it a little easier to breathe and gave him the wherewithal to dig his phone from his back pocket. Trembling thumbs composed a simple message to his manager.

sick cant come in

-

Eddy's parents were familiar with the signs of depression - after all, facial features weren't the only things their sons had in common. They'd seen many of the emotional and behavioral disturbances that plagued their firstborn passed on to their last. Despite their wealth of experience, neither were any good at addressing the issue in any meaningful way.

Eddy Sr. was of the opinion that mental illness was all a big ruse perpetrated by pansies who didn't want to get a job. The real psychos were the ones down at the state hospital who'd murdered people - or in severe cases, were cross-dressers. Of course his son was sad: he hadn't been laid in 18 years! A nice lady friend would be just the thing to help him through this transitional funk. 

His mother knew better, having experienced severe postpartum depression after her first pregnancy at the tender age of 16. She knew her sons' plight but was nonetheless at a loss. Her standard offering of consolatory cooking wasn't cutting it this time. Haunted by memories of her eldest's many attempts on his own life, she did what she the best she could to alleviate the youngest's misery.

"Eddy you're wastin' away in here! Unless you're sneakin' food again, I don't see how ya haven't starved to death." She stood in the doorway, the light from the hallway allowing a glimpse at the unmoving mass on the bed. 

It had been a week since Eddy's dissociative ordeal and by now the physical symptoms were overshadowed by unrelenting mental static. Recurring nightmares meant that most attempts at escaping his waking misery with sleep were a gamble. It was all he could do to get a glass of water since the once ordinary interior of his home now seemed unfamiliar and surreal. Chronically sour stomach allowing, he'd pinch from dishes of leftovers his mother stored in the packed fridge, but hadn't had a proper meal in weeks. Even showering had become an arduous task requiring intense mental preparation.

He'd worked his way up to shift manager at the beloved rink, but an inability to get out of bed cost him the only source of stability left in his life. So much for that "work family" the boss always touted. At just 18, he was plagued by uncertainty regarding his future. From what he could tell, he'd undoubtedly end up bagging groceries or scrubbing toilets for the remainder of his days. It wouldn't be long before he shacked up with a barefoot and pregnant Lee Kanker at the Park N' Flush. Or worse, he'd end up working under his dad at the dealership, wearing a kipper tie and sipping whiskey for breakfast. His eyes shot open to clear the gruesome images from his visual cortex. He was brought back to his bedroom where, after a lag, he processed what his mother said. Fifteen hours of sleep a day failed to provide the energy required to respond to his mother.

"Honey, that school Eddward's going to ain't but a couple hours away. When was the last time you seen him?" Eddy's mouth tightened upon hearing his friend's name. "Er, where's Big Ed? That guy's always a hoot and a half..." She suggested while rounding the darkened room to gather dirty clothes and empty cups. There was no response from inside the comforter cocoon. With a deep breath she slung the laundry over her shoulder and sat at the foot of the bed.

"Son, I want you to know that I love ya." She placed her free hand on what she guessed was his covered leg. "No matter if you're a queer, or if you're normal."

Eddy couldn't stop his face from contorting at her well-intentioned but clueless attempt at offering comfort. The last thing he needed right now was to open a Pandora's box of faggotry. Instead, he pretended to be asleep and devoid of thoughts about his brother, the future, being a homo, or "Eddward".

"Well, anyway, Dad's grillin' tonight." She grunted as she rose from the bed. "I'll bring ya a plate when it's ready, and you better eat it!" She knew he wouldn't, but a mother can't help but try.

-

Two more weeks passed before Eddy's father burst into his room to deliver an ultimatum: 

"Alright son, listen up. You gotta get a goddamn job, learn a goddamn trade, or ya gotta go." The hulking man grimaced into the void of his son's room before flicking the light switch with his thumb. "And for Christ's sake, eat somethin'! Your mother's liable to have a conniption and I ain't dealin' with two of ya sad sacks." A slamming door ended their only interaction in recent memory.

Eddy rolled over onto his back, squinting at the now illuminated ceiling. His head rushed, causing spots in his vision when he sat up for the first time in a couple of days. Clammy hands rubbed harshly at his eyes while his father's demands sunk in. Still blurry from the adjustment, he scanned the vaguely familiar surroundings and let out a hoarse whine. He swung his legs sluggishly over the bed side and took a sip from an old glass of water on the night stand. 

Simultaneously blank and bustling, his thoughts were difficult to organize. With no solid concept of how much time had passed, he was dumfounded when his phone indicated that nearly two months of his life had been squandered. The revelation made his heart palpitate, brought him to his feet and sent him barreling into the bathroom.

He cursed himself upon finding that the entire five foot mirror was covered by crudely ripped cardboard he'd taped up in the early days of his fugue. 

"What kinda nutjob..." His voice barely cracked a whisper after being scarcely used for so long. Shaky arms pulled him onto the bathroom counter to begin peeling the blue masking tape from each corner. Piece by piece the corrugated coverings slapped onto the counter, gradually revealing the young man's likeness.

"Oof," he exhaled. Kneeling closely before the glass, he chuckled darkly at his haggard appearance. Dark circles exaggerated the bags below his eyes. Shadows of sparse facial hair further aged his overly mature face, and his naturally blushed skin was pallid. Most notable was the bit of weight he'd lost by subsisting on fingerfuls of cold lasagna and meatloaf. He raised a scraggly eyebrow at the subtle differences in his shirtless torso. The looseness of his shorts only served as a reminder of how hungry he was. 

"Weird." 

After shedding the rest of his stale clothing, and ensuring that the water was sufficiently scalding, he stepped in. Luxurious pressure pelted his atrophied muscles, sending a shiver down his spine. Several minutes beneath the soothing downpour made gradually him feel like himself again. The zesty aroma of his favorite bar soap invigorated his mind enough to assess his situation.

One thing was for sure, he didn't want to be depressed and on the street. Or worse, depressed and attending school. The reminder that he'd lost his job of more than two years made his heart sting. Despite threatening to walk out every other day, he'd gotten comfortable at the rink. Who wouldn't want to get paid to yell at kids? 

He turned to let the water smack his face and conceded his only option.

-

A job at the automotive assembly plant was mindless enough; if Ed and Jonny could do it, it couldn't take more than one braincell. With Ed's referral, and due to their high turnover rate, Eddy was offered a job on the spot.

He quickly got the hang of the process once his fingertips were accustomed to being burned on the machinery day after day. The toughest part so far was maintaining his already tenuous grasp on sanity during the ten hour days. 

"I'm tellin' ya! Look it up, 'queen shape shifts during press conference'. A minute thirty into the video, her eyes go all weird. I heard it's a third eyelid..." Jonny shouted over whirring machinery. "Makes ya wonder who - or what's livin' among us, huh buddy?" He nudged Eddy's bicep and let out a curdling cackle.

"Yeah, well I heard that if you hold the new $10 bill up to the light, you will see the ghostly face of H.G. Wells!" Ed added at a tinnitus inducing volume. The volley of conspiracies would often continue for the entirety of their 3:30 p.m. to 1:30 a.m. shift. Being stuck between his dopey coworkers was more likely to have him considering offing himself than the depression. Whenever he opened his mouth to protest an especially egregious remark, he was conveniently interrupted by a headrest in need of a cover rolling up to his spot on the line. 

He soldiered on for two months because the pay was double what he made before. The drivel between Ed and Jonny was soon a welcome distraction from his brutal inner narration. Having a routine helped Eddy begin to feel normal again and his mental fog was dissipating. With even slightly clearer thinking, he realized that the whole "blue-collar" thing wasn't for him. 

If not for his peace loving comrades, Eddy would've been involved in several skirmishes with the good ole boys that made up most of the plant's workforce; he didn't get what was so funny about knowing how to style a pair of overalls.

"Double Dee is right, Eddy. You are indeed, uh..." Ed's eyes darted while he tried to recall the word. "Truculent." He tutted, using one arm to restrain the fuming flamer.

"Truck-yer-WHAT?"

The plant itself didn't exactly accommodate a man of such short stature. At six-foot-six, Ed cheerfully offered to give his vertically challenged pal a boost if they were on a particularly height dependent rotation. Understandably, Eddy wasn't too keen on being hoisted into the air just so he could do some lousy job. It was either struggle through it, or quit entirely. Naturally, he chose the latter. 

-

Ed and May moved in together the summer before senior year. The one bedroom hutch wasn't exactly in livable condition when her late father left it as a pathetic attempt at reconciliation. But as far as they were concerned, the house of a dead, chain smoking hoarder was an expedient escape from their turbulent home lives. 

Before leaving for college, Edd insisted on helping make the "home" - he used the term loosely -  more comfortable and less pathogenic. In his non-expert opinion, the structure should be condemned, but he'd long grown out of his habit of snitching. Though outwardly selfless, the project served as distraction from the anxiety that had reached a peak at the time. Overwhelming as it was, he was able to make several repairs and address the most emergent safety concerns though some of the issues were admittedly beyond his scope. He finished by decluttering and decontaminating the derelict domicile, and left behind a spare copy of "How To Clean Practically Anything" with hopes they'd build upon his work.

"This edition includes a comprehensive stain removal chart!" Edd gushed while pointing at the book's cover. The couple obviously weren't as ecstatic as Edd anticipated, staring blankly at the virtually spotless interior. He rationalized it as simply a delayed reaction. Unsurprisingly, the fruits of this labor of love were spoiled by the third month they'd been in the home. What kind of wack job wanted to clean after working all day? It was lucky for them that Edd hadn't returned for a visit in the year since.

Eddy had only been by a handful of times - you didn't need a degree to know that any space Ed occupied for five minutes would end up a sty.

"You're givin' 'em a book?" He'd gibed, watching Edd prop his gift on the freshly polished breakfast bar. "That's actually the perfect spot for it since it'll probably end up being used as a plate ." 

Since he was leaving the plant, he knew it would be shitty not to accept when Ed invited him over after what he gleefully deemed his last shift. 

His assumptions about the place were confirmed as he followed the path Ed was kicking through scattered shoes, an overflowing hamper, and stacks of half unpacked boxes in the entryway. The commingling of burnt bong resin, stale incense, and long forgotten bags of trash evidently didn't bother Eddy's begrimed brotherly figure in the slightest. 

"Ed, you-know-who's gonna bust an artery when he sees... and smells this place." Eddy warned with a scrunched nose. He used his steel toe to gently nudge an unlabeled jug of green liquid he could've sworn was glowing.

"You're tellin' me! Maybe I will finally get to experience the dark side of the Dee..." He grinned before hanging a left in to the small kitchen, flickeringly lit by one exposed fluorescent tube. From the dust caked fridge top, he grabbed a tightly rolled bag of cheese curls, then a dented two liter from inside. Eddy waited where Ed left him, gaping at the teetering towers of video tapes lining multiple exterior walls.

The living room was surprisingly undecorated, with only one of Ed's prized posters hanging randomly. Countless fast food bags and cups littered a small glass-top coffee table. The lumpy green futon against the wall cracked under Ed and Eddy's weight as they sat together. After a short pause, the men cracked up in unison. Eddy popped open one of several un-chilled beers he'd filched from his dad's stockpile in the garage. In one breathless gulp, the can was emptied of its bitter contents.  

"You heard from him recently?" Eddy asked as casually as he could while stifling a belch. 

Eddy found himself talking to Ed's exposed crack as he crawled across the un-vacuumed carpet to push in the unknown tape poking out of the VCR on the floor. 

"I missed a call from him uh... I think it was y-yes-terday." The last word was broken by a grunt when he lifted himself back onto the couch. Eddy watched with a cocked eyebrow while the man dusted the imbedded debris from his palms. Ed shrugged and presented an expertly rolled grape blunt. "We are playing phone tag now." He bit his lip excitedly before giving the wrap an indulgent sniff, lighting an end and huffing down an inch on his first pull. 

"Damn," was Eddy's response to both Ed's impressive toke and the lack of an update on Edd. "Wonder what Poindexter's up to anyway..."

Ed was clearly not paying attention; his squinting eyes were glued to the comically oversized rear projection TV, watching the tape's pre-movie trailers. 

Same ole lump.

-

An hour in, the slack jawed Ed was engrossed in a bizarre '80s horror movie about malevolent yogurt. At least, that's what Eddy gathered from the few glimpses he caught in his cross-faded daze. He'd been staring at the cracked ceiling through most of it with his head pressed uncomfortably against the wall behind them. Normally the two would have to remind themselves to keep quiet while May slept in the next room. But conversation had been sparse that night. Eddy's mind was at it again, now going back and forth about whether to return to the plant the next day. Of course, he didn't want to, but he wasn't sure if he should hold out until he found another gig. 

He could just imagine what Edd would say: "Eddy, abandoning one's job without providing written or verbal notice in accordance to company policy is not conducive to successful employment seeking in the future. Not to mention the loss of reliable income. And-"

/What does he know?/ Eddy interrupted the hypothetical chiding. Besides, he'd managed to save up a decent chunk of change since he went straight home from work. Having hyped himself up with the fake disagreement, he huffed and crossed his arms. A sudden wave of heat washed over his body and reddened his face. It was the same feeling he got any time he and Edd would have a real argument. He felt overwhelmingly guilty that most of his thoughts about his best friend recently had been negative. The guy was only looking out for him, after all. Or it could be the six beers he'd guzzled on an empty stomach. He closed his lolling eyes, overcome by a sickening urge to expel something from his gut.

"Ed, am I a bad person?" He instantly regretted blurting out such a desperate question. It was bound to happen when he drank: he became an unbearable sap. Add to that a few healthy smacks of Ed's favorite strain, and he was surprised he hadn't embarrassed himself sooner. Being cautious not to turn his dizzied head too quickly, he checked for a reaction from the red-eyed giant beside him who was adjusting from terrible posture and blinking quizzically.

"Whadja say, Eddy?" He hollered over farcical screaming that accompanied the flashing images on screen. 

"Am I a bad person? Like, I dunno evil or somethin'?" 

It had been quite some time since Eddy came to Ed clawing for reassurance like this. As kids, and into their early teens, it was fairly a common occurrence. It was clear to his closest friends that Eddy not-so-secretly harbored profound guilt and embarrassment about the avaricious antics of his youth. In their opinion, he'd more than atoned for his actions when he was pummeled mercilessly in front of his entire peer group. But he worried he'd gotten off too easily. When the shame became unbearable, he'd go to Ed with a myriad of troubled questions, as if he were some sort of jaundiced magic eight ball - sometimes even giving his sticky shoulders a shake for good measure. 

Once the words finally slogged from his brain to his mouth, Ed slipped into the nostalgic role with ease.

"My sources say no." Two index fingers raised to accentuate his judgement.

"Then I'm a loser, right?" The futon creaked with the sudden movement of Eddy scuttling across the cushion to cling firmly onto the pilled fabric of Ed's hoodie. The stench of alcoholic breath mere inches from his face didn't faze the blissfully blazed Ed.

"Don't count on it."

Eddy's bottom lip bulged out pitifully. Before the malodorous mystic could get back to his entertainment, another question was posed in earnest.

"D'ya think Double Dee hates me?"

Ed crossed his arms and shook his head while the pathetic man stared up through wide eyes.

At this point in the trio’s friendship, Ed was used to Edd and Eddy’s frequent fallings-out and knew the drill: they’d come to blows, ignore each other for a while, and suddenly one day things would be back to normal. Stubborn as they both were, it wasn’t uncommon for their spats to last days, or even weeks. With this being the longest stretch of silence between his friends thus far, Ed was obviously concerned, but knew better than to press the issue. Being the middle man was easy enough, providing the occasional update when they'd inevitably ask about each other over the phone. It was only a matter of time until one of them - usually Eddy - would crack.

"Very doubtful." 

Eddy's face pressed hard into his friend's chest, letting out several muffled sobs. Without hesitation, the taller man rubbed his heaving back and rested what chin he had on the accommodating dome below. His one-armed embrace tightened. Loosened by inebriation, Eddy's body melted into the claustrophobic affection. They relished the sentimentality for a while with only the occasional snivel breaking the silence. 

"Aww. There, there, little man." Ed smiled and smacked his buddy's back with enough unintentional force to make him flinch.

There had been several of these moments between the boys throughout their years of friendship - something that was unbeknownst to the third member of their trio. Both of his friends were happy to lend Eddy a shoulder, but Ed did so without the garrulous deconstructing and overanalyzing. And it was way less embarrassing to cry in front of the lump. 

"Am I a fag?" Eddy sniffled and slipped from Ed's painfully loving grasp, watching the trademark goofy face morph into a facetious pout. He nodded slowly.

"Signs point to yes."

[ask-tord69]

How do you and Edd prefer your bacon? Thick slice, thin slice, chewy, crispy, etc.

i like thick Crisp bacon and I think edd likes chewy thick bacon.

@eddasks

[angelinaslxt]

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[blazedrawsstuff]

Caspian Lochlyn, son of The Water Demons from "Are You Afraid of The Dark?" Sidenote, that green stuff is not slime, it's green seawater.

Caspian Lochlyn

Son of The Water Demons

Parent

The Water Demons

Age

14

Killer Style

Nautical style, I mean come on, were you expecting anything different from a WATER demon?

Freaky Flaw

Flaws are a bit subjective don't cha think? Some folks would say I'm "greedy" and "a swindler", I'd say I'm doing what I can to give myself the best treatment.

Pet

June, my pet clam, my precious pearl-making princess!

Favorite Activity

Aside from pursuing financial efforts, I'm into boating and decorating my room.

Pet Peeve

Don't ever steal my stuff without asking, especially if you value being able to sleep tonight.

Favorite Subject

Economics, if you wanna get the most bang for your buck, you gotta nail the basics.

Least Favorite Subject

Advanced Maths. Because I'm bad it? Quite the opposite, actually. It's just such a snorefest.

Favorite Color

Navy Blue, Gold, and Red

Favorite Food

Tempura shrimp, I like all kinds of seafood really, but Tempura's got that crispy texture that just can't be beat.

Friends

Richard Blackview (OC)

Abilities

Underwater Breathing

Caspian is able to breathe underwater as if he was on land.

Immortality

Due to being undead, he is immortal

Skillset

Deception

Caspian has been known to use several tactics to swindle others of their money or valuables

Navigation

Naturally comes with his boating hobby, he is good with directions.

Personality

Caspian is a swindler. A selfish, overly ambitious, arrogant swindler. He has no problem cheating others out of their money and valuables when it suits him. He is does not have much sense of fear of punishment, confident in the idea that he won't get caught, and if he does, he'll find a way out of it.

That being said, there is a sweet side to him, since he loves his pet, has some profound views on police abuses of power (though part of it is because he's a scammer), and his friendship with Richard is surprisingly healthy.

Trivia/Additional Information

Caspian's first name comes from the Caspian sea while his last name comes from the term "loch" meaning "lake".

His birthday is October 15th, which comes from the day "The Tale of The Water Demons" episode of Are You Afraid of The Dark debuted on TV. This makes him a Libra.

His headcanon VA is Matt Hill, who voiced Ed in Ed Edd and Eddy (specifically when Ed does his impression of Eddy). It would have been Tony Sampson, but he has since retired from voice acting.

His personality and VA came from the fact that the above mentioned Tony Sampson, who voiced Eddy was Shawn Mackenzie, one of the protagonists of the episode "The Tale of The Water Demons"

His hairstyle was based on Lorenzo from the Total Drama series.

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📺 Cartoons I grew up with: Rugrats, Courage the Cowardly Dog, The Powerpuff Girls, Johnny Bravo, Dexter’s Laboratory, Aeon Flux, Sailor Moon, Daria, Beavis and Butt-Head, Clone High, Samurai Jack, Scooby Doo, Freakazoid, Recess, Family Guy, Futurama, Spongebob Squarepants, Dragon Ball Z, Mission Hill, The Simpsons, etc.

🌲 Favorite scent: Japanese Cherry Blossom perfume, sandalwood, and this candle I got from mainstays that’s called “Starlit Skies” which is a combination of blood orange, sandalwood, and jasmine. It’s like the only scented candle I love that doesn’t hurt my head lol!

Tagging (no pressure!!!): @archeryqueen95, @heatherannchristie, @bloodychamber, @bentcoppers, @alwaysupatnight, @lilmissuncreative, @onyxheartbeat, @blondiest, @all-star-avocado, @eizagonzalezs, @ondinaaa, @weloveachother, @musicrunsthroughmysoul, and anyone else who wants to do this!💕

[arttrampbelle]

May kanker from ed,edd,and eddy is a treasure.

[protobro-rs-artblog]

Here Day 9

So I had an funny idea to spin a wheel of minor character having fan kids with the main four. So here Peter(Edd x Pat’s Child) and Dirk(Tom x Ross/I want this chicken to be crispy’s child).

[cursed-saphire-hart]

Oki. Im not suggesting anything-

But I am calling it XD

I'm a shipping addict and @ask-edd helps me get my fix.

For me atleast, Robby is a cranky chicken loving dude who is begrudgingly friends with Hellu, and Chris is a social media wizard who likes going to spooky places to take pics than go on endless rants about them.

Their fun at parties XD

Robby - Crispy chicken guy from WTFuture

Chris - Phone dude from PowerEdd

[crispycookedcat]

"All Good Things End..."

He would say casually while swirling a petri dish lightly in his unscarred palm, digits clung onto the short walls of plexiglass in soft delight. "Did you know that, Edward? Good things come to pass, no?", he whispered out to the air before abruptly turning to face his guest. The man gagged and bound having been quiet thus far for the past several minutes that dragged on betwixt them both. He would click his tongue, grey optics sparing his body a once over before turning back with an unanswered question. It was rather amusing, to see him go from rambling on for hours to being silent. His silence was usually unsettling to him, well, in the past of course. Before any of this occurred, before any incidents, any need to "strike it big", before he even considered being the leader of an aggressively powerful army that had spanned out into several takeover operations, failed zombification trials, and of course the rare monster outbreaks. So many coups were held, so many rebellions repressed, a lot of cohesion, bribes, deceit, /murder/, all such delicate and hard painstaking work. While he was planning utopia, /he/ just had to go out and put forks in his way. Really? A zombie-run and themed amusement park? Openly allowing mutations? Unsolicited use of public property and unwarranted destruction of his own personal robot and near murder? Well, that last part was on himself. He did technically fuck that up on his own. Goddamnit. "You know, Edd," the Norwegian starts with a slow pander towards his unconscious friend, middle-aged body strapped into place with tough leather restraints, "I missed having conversations with you lot. Matthias, Thomas, you. The hijinks we would get into, teasing our neighbors, fighting our movie theater clones, visiting Hell, joining the army, ironic isn't it." "I never thought to believe I could have had as much fun as you made it out to be. And then some when I left, too. You went and got irradiated, becoming neigh powerful, being able to fly like the superhero you wished to become." He would drag on, preparing and sterilizing thread and needle to stitch his old friend back up. "You know, I think it is pretty kind of you to do something like that. Like Matt and his vampirism, or Tom and his inner demon. Because now I get to study you all up close! Think about it, an army ready to enforce all things good with your help. Your blood, Matt's blood, Tom's blood. It's embedded in you. My final steps to release this corruption with a fine-toothed pick." He would say, moving to stitch the other arm and fetch bandages in the overhead cabinets. "All it took was nearly 20 years of constant squabbles. Speaking of, I've missed many personal celebrations with you lot, yeah? Who's birthday was it last, was it, Thomas'?" He would grow quiet as he would bring the bandages to the counters to cut and measure while prepping some towels and alcohol. His brow would arch down, his marred face frowning in heavy thought as he brushed the soft gauze and wrap with a calloused thumb. "It was difficult doing things alone, Edd. But with this, I have a start and a subject in mind. I really couldn't have done /this/ without you Eddie." Tord would utter, a soft frown on his lips. "It's a shame that you weren't more cooperative though, comrade. Welcome to the Army."

(Listened to Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin while drawing and writing this, I'm so tired but hey! Here he is, the rat man himself.)

[hxrryhxlland]

forgive - Harry Holland

a/n - oop- another angst sorry lmao. this is personal, something i’ve been thinking a lot about recently. hope you enjoy x

warnings: angst

description: it was time to remind yourself of your beating heart

Sometimes forgiving yourself can be the last step of choosing to leave a part of yourself behind. whatever that be.

Packing up bags around the house at 12:34pm felt like forgiveness. it felt like you had finally let go of the guilt you felt by up and leaving someone who no longer felt the same way about you and couldn’t recognise that.

letting go of that shadow following you was probably the hardest moments of your life, undeniably you hadn’t fully finished healing from the soul who used to be.

the fallen fairy lights stared at you like a fly on the wall, you wondered if this confusion was regret for a second. regret that you had stayed around and dealt with what he had given you for the last year, never being home and never being able to move past what you desperately wanted to leave behind.

you walk out the door that day without seeing or feeling a drop of life, almost watching your happiest moments turn into something you had never seen before - blind love.

something like a mental fog had just paved the way for you to fall into those tracks.

the one where your normal reality had become his. what he wanted.

now there you were, seeing all you did be undone by freedom. a sense of finally seeing yourself again, a smile, a sigh of happiness. something that had been hidden for too long.

you thought that was the way it was meant to be, always alone, never put before work or his feelings. never being understood and treated as second best. slowly something crept up behind you and whispered in your ear that this was a false reality.

this wasn’t what was meant to be there.

the air felt thin, crispy as you took a cold breath. eyes closing for a second to imagine what would happen if you tried again… knowing you’d been that route many times, packing and unpacking.

you took it as a sign that you’d finally made it to the car this time without a second thought, usually it was the window where you changed your mind.

you’re fighting with something that isn’t you, internally you’re screaming at him. telling him he needs to stay and see that you’re always there waiting and he never stops to see you. fighting that away is hard, but your heart tells you that now is the time.

when the house is finally out of sight, it’s like a year long weight is lifted, so many strangled and teary breaths leaving your lungs.

The wind is strong this time, more than usual. the orange and brown leaves touching the ground like you wished you had done a different way that first time.

your bones rubbing together like a lifeless thing in a casket, sore and brittle from the emotions.

weird how something internal could present itself like that… it was almost like heartbreak was real.

forgiveness wasn’t on the cards yet, you needed to feel the guilt rather than push it away like you had been doing for so long now. you needed to feel something.

forgiving yourself would come eventually, for now you needed to remind yourself that you’re human.

— tag list —

if you want to be added plz let me know x

@theliterarymess @tombob2005 @a-danish-gurl @tommysparker @duskholland @un-limit-edd @lost-aesthetic-of-past @ab1ga1l @the-hollands-own-my-heart @unsaidholland @mapater151 @hollanderfangirl @gayfeministbroadwayyeet @perspectiveparker @im-salt-but-not-salty @greenorangevioletgrass @musicalkeys @euphorichxlland @writertoo18 @pensivepeter

[cola-losers]

why not just keep it as extra crispy guy?

I'm just very particular in how I do things. My tagging system is

"they get their own tag if they're popular enough* or if they have a canon name/title**"

And with very select exceptions*** I don't use fan names

He didn't really have a canon title per say but now that he has a canon name I can give him a proper tag

*All the canonically unnamed characters like Mystery Girl

**Aka what they are credited as if they were voiced (Like how thanks to ask-edd the Milkman is called Milton by a bit of the fandom however, he is simply credited as the milkman)

***Ellsworld versions of the neighbors/paul & pat, fan nicknames for the clones, Bing never being called "Bing" in the show proper but I still tag him as such because it's easier for people to find them that way

[gladtrashboi]

@edds-cola-can ‘s tord design in a nutshell

tord: hey do you wanna-

fuck, i have a lisp. i can’t just say rice crispie treats out loud.

-blue bar?

[pensight]

A list of names for three siblings that will be updated periodically.

This is, for example, a good list for if your cat has three kittens.

Groucho, Harpo, and Chico (The Marx Brothers)

Lock, Shock, and Barrel (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Larry, Curly, and Moe (Three Stooges)

Bubbles, Buttercup, and Blossom (Powerpuffs)

Winnifred, Sarah, and Mary (Sanderson Sisters)

Snap, Crackle, and Pop (Rice Crispies)

Brittany, Jeanette, and Eleanor (The Chippettes)

Alvin, Simon, and Theodore (The Chipmunks)

Rock, Paper, and Scissors

Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Executive, Legislative, and Judicial

Bed, Bath, and Beyond

Chocolate, Marshmallow, and Graham Cracker

Eenie, Meeny, Miney (and Moe)

Huey, Dewey, and Louie (Ducktales)

Yao, Chien-Po, and Ling (Mulan’s three friends)

Ash, Misty, and Brock (Pokemon)

Wendy, Michael, and John (Peter Pan)

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail (Peter Rabbit)

Mario, Luigi, Peach