#Normal Eddsworld angst

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yo! This is a (kinda) normal Eddsworld ask blog!!

Dont ask nsfw or mean stuff, yk dont be a jerk

No kissing hugging or anything romantically affectionate to the guys please! (I would be okay with this if this wasnt a lore related ask blog!)

(i somtimes spell stuff wrong, please dont make fun of me for it)

i also use some headcannons so, i list them below :3

Edd- acesexual (i think i spelt it wrong but whatever), a bit chubby, Smokes weed with Tom and MIGHT have a crush on tord and has ADHD.

Tom- Bisexual, Stoner, trans, a bit tanner than og tom, has a secret crush on Matt. Has autism.

Matt- Pansexual, pointy ears, sometimes uses makeup, self counsious about his looks. Autistic!

Tord- Gay, drinks with Tom SOMETIMES, light scars on arms (they r from his job), works on cars. Audhd!

anything can happen in this blog! if you want a plot, start one! just no killing ppl.. like ships n shit r ok, and some small angst, but no death or nsfw (Like sex n stuff). when a plot starts, try not to change to a different plot untill the first one ends

ALSO, i use my own art sometimes to respond, so please don't rush me!!

also i will make more detailed art replies! i kinda just need an art tablet, which i don't have yet

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[sillymaxing]

Eddsworld Future HCS

This is actually based off of my Matt Angst ask tbh. I think I’m just gonna roll with this timeline for a lot of my works.

Anyways, here’s how each character ended up getting captured by Red Army.

CW: Vague starvation, guns, blood & violence, imprisonment, implied torture, gore, depictions of war

Tom

Tom was the first of the three to be captured by the Red Army.

He left the makeshift shelter he made with Matt. They needed food. They hadn’t eaten in a few days, and Matt wasn’t looking good. So, Tom was the one who had to go out to get food.

Nobody knew about his monster form. But having it gave him a bit more energy.

Of course, using that extra energy meant exposing some of his monster-like features. Claws, tail, purple scaly skin. It was a last resort, really.

He had tried to disguise himself best he could. Long trench-coat, hiding his hands in his pockets, hiding his face underneath a hood.

Things actually became a lot easier when he took out a stray Red Army soldier and stole their uniform and gun. Apparently, a protein bar in the solider’s pocket was enough to tide Tom over. He didn’t have to maintain a monster form anymore. At least for the next little while. He needed more food.

But when someone that looks to be a soldier is found away from their station, questions arise.

And when that stray soldier attacks another soldier, normally backup is called.

The Red Army soldiers stationed in Tom’s general area were all called to hunt him down. Obviously, Tom shifted halfway to his monster form to run. He would’ve shifted all the way if it weren’t for him being so malnourished.

The chase didn’t last long. At least no bullets were shot, as the men had been instructed to not hurt Tom too severely.

Although, a taser and a tranquilizer was enough to get Tom on the ground, groaning and heaving as soldiers approached him.

Black spots littered his vision and the world was spinning. He could hear shouting, feel hands in his hair, metal click around his wrists. Just as he felt himself being lifted up off the ground by his shoulders, he was out cold.

Tom is transported to a lab. It’s more like a prison cell with medical equipment.

Matt

Matt is captured maybe a week after Tom is.

Matt had been eating scraps out of trashcans to get by.

The one time he braves a walk into a rundown abandoned convenience store, two strangers try to force him to the ground, talking about how much money they’ll make.

They seem to be in their own worlds for a second, and Matt takes that opportunity to get up and book it.

He could hear gunshots and shouting. Adrenaline fueled his every step.

Up until there was a loud bang and a flash, and Matt was on the ground. Nothing even hurt yet. He tried to scream, but all that came out were gurgles. Matt didn’t even have the chance to register his missing jaw before he was unconscious.

Soldiers caught up to the two bounty hunters. But upon seeing the state Matt was in, the bounty hunters were detained as they waited for Red Leader to arrive to the scene.

The moment Tord saw the state Matt was in, the two bounty hunters got bullets straight to the face, no questions asked.

Matt was rushed to a hospital. Tord’s best doctors got on the job of keeping him alive and implementing a prosthetic.

Edd

Edd is the last one to get captured. It takes two whole years for the Red Army to track him down. Tord assumed he was the leader of the resistance, but could never pinpoint where he was.

Edd continuously works to fight against the Red Army. The resistance is certainly smaller than the opposing army, smaller than most factions, but it’s nothing to scoff at. The resistance is ruthless. Merciless to soldiers.

It actually takes several spies to organize an ambush on Edd.

They get Edd while he’s sleeping. It takes five soldiers to restrain Edd. They take him out to the front of his bass, as he is forced to watch as Red Army soldiers capture every resistance member who surrenders, and kill ever member who fights or runs.

After enough blood is shed, and Edd is shaking with grief and rage, he gets knocked in the back of the head, and everything snaps to black.

He’s transported to a cell for interrogation. And he won’t be leaving for a long time.

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[enigma-absolute]

What is Eddsworld about?

3 British idiots (and occasionally an additional Norwegian one) have silly misadventures in a long-running animated webshow. There’s been zombies and clones to fight, movies to make and even a trip down to hell AND Atlantis. It’s a bit of a wacky show.

To make a short story long, Eddsworld was made initially in 2003 by Edd Gould, and featured him and his friends as the main characters. Over the years after Gould passing from leukaemia in 2012, the show, show crew and fandom has seen some rocky times (I could make a tome of lore about all this but NO THANKS), but is still a fond spot in many people’s hearts - including mine. Without coming across it in late February 2013, I genuinely wouldn’t have a foundation for my current art style and the push to pursue my passions in animation.

That and if you come into Eddsworld fandom (not recommended if you go into the main body, just find a few folks and stick with them), be expected to draw a LOT of hoodies and develop an annoying (affectionate) habit of making puns.

So who are the three British idiots anyway? Keep in mind: while they were initially based off IRL Edd and his friends, they’re not the same as them and are seperate things. It’s seen as VERY disrespectful to keep using IRL surnames for the characters, so we often substitute our own made-up or similar-sounding ones.

Edd: Head of the trio, brown hair, green hoodie. Looks like the most normal. Is not, really. The artistic one and pun-maker. Loves cola to a fault, to a point where in canon, his future self went back in time to kill his past self because cola got banned globally. (And it’s the highest ranked Eddsworld episode and the one with the most views.)

Edd is my personal favourite character and I will fight on the hill for him to have a good Edd-centric story that isn’t about shipping him with the other lads or as an angst punching bag. He doesn’t even get enough fanart as the title character of his own show! Let my boy have PEACE AND A FUN TIME FOR ONCE.

Tom: Blue hoodie, spiky hair, weird eyes. The grumpy ‘voice of reason’, but he is also not immune to the Shenanigans. Often the alcoholic, but less so in canon. Has a beloved monster form since it was seen in the eddisode PowerEdd. If you’re asking why his eyes are Like That, we don’t have a concrete answer either. Are they voids? Portals to other things? Just black? Who knows? (The void though is my favourite bc it’s funny.)

Tom is one of the more popular characters of the fandom, and I can see why! However, as an Edd girlie myself, I will admit that it has been a bit TOO much to see over the years. Him and the Norwegian character, but that’s another story.

Matt: Ginger, purple hoodie and green overcoat. Highly narcissistic, with (and I quote the theme song here) ‘the intelligence of a kitchen shelf.’ Can often be found admiring himself in mirrors. Surprisingly has the highest body count of all his friends from over the episodes. Was at one point, a vampire from a Halloween special - that has still carried through into many fanon designs of him. And he was also leader of a zombie army too.

I remember a time when Matt wasn’t so popular as Tom and the Norwegian one, but now he’s just very shipped with the rest of his mates and given plenty of fanart as he likes. And good for him! Now at this point you'd expect me to talk about the Norwegian.

And you know what? No.

I respect him, I can enjoy him as a character and part of the unit with the boys, I can enjoy some takes on the concepts his latter days brought to the table, but overall? I would like to see him Goncharov'd OUT of relevancy.

That character has done too much damage on the fandom, tbh. The days in the fandom where he was basically nonexistent were peaceful. The final episodes of the Eddsworld Legacy season were a flashpoint (derogatory) and while it did unearth old (metaphorical) cursed relics from under the surface, I'm becoming more convinced by the year that he and his last two episodes have done MORE harm than good - stretching even into now!

I'd rather be careful to talk about him. And we don't make any mention of the person he was inspired by, just for the sake of the IRL man to be LEFT ALONE. As should most of the others and their families who played these characters.

Speaking of these kinds of things: A warning.

As for the more recent episodes in the Eddsworld Beyond season: tread with caution. From the first proper episode, people from the crew have been kicked off for genuinely serious reasons that are too dark to explain here and discourse has been rife about the current showrunners.

If you decide to take a look at what had happened - take everything with a grain of salt and come to your own conclusions. The bias can be easy to fall into one group or another so I strongly don't recommend to go looking for it. If you're here for a fun time, do NOT go near the discourse. Especially on tumblr.

So, rant aside, I'll stop myself here. If you want some recommendations on where to begin on Eddisodes:

The Zombeh Attack Trilogy (yes it's spelled like this on purpose): The lads encounter zombies. Not all of them will survive.

Ruined: The lads investigate an egyptian temple.

Spares: The lads get cloned by an evil director. Who is also an idiot.

Hello Hellhole: The boys go to hell. For a vacation.

Moving Targets: The boys join the army.

The Zanta Claws Trilogy: The lads encounter and fight against a Zombie Santa Claus. Shenanigans ensue.

Matt Sucks: Halloween special in which Matt is bitten by a vampire.

Moviemakers: The lads make a movie.

WTFuture: Edd and his friends are chased after his murderous future self. Fan favourite, and if you only watch ONE Eddisode, I HIGHLY recommend this!

Hammer and Fail (Parts One AND Two): The lads try to renovate due to Matt's kleptomaniac tendencies. (Also the introduction to fan-favourite side characters.)

Space Face (Parts One AND Two): The last of Edd Gould's work and animation before his passing and the start of the Legacy season. The lads get abducted by aliens.

Hide and Seek (minisode): Matt tries to play the titular game.

Fun Dead: The lads go to a zombie-infested theme park.

Mirror Mirror (minisode): We meet the genderbend version of the lads and spend the time with the girls, Ell, Tamara and Matilda! (I've also lost count how many times I've cosplayed as Ell. Best girl, you can't change my mind.)

PowerEdd: Edd gets superpowers and has a rivalry with his neighbour.

Saloonatics: The radically different art style and some of the story was quite divisive among fans upon release, but has now become a beloved cult classic. A spiritual sequel to WTFuture, we go back in time and encounter 'ancestor' characters of the lads in the wild west.

Surf and Turf (Part One): (Shh part two is currently in production) The lads go to the beach. What could go wrong?

Should be all I can wholeheartedly recommend to a first-time viewer. If you decide to take the plunge, good luck!

[snzysimper]

Alright, here we go. This is probably the longest thing I’ve written in such a short amount of time and been happy with. It’s probably not 100% what you are used to, but what matters is that it was fun for me to write. If this somehow magically happens to blow up, who knows? Maybe you’ll get more content like this.

I’m thinking about writing a different ending for this, just so that the people who enjoy more fluff can appreciate this.

Regardless, enjoy.

All Good Things Come to an End

3k words

CW: trauma(?), brief mention of character death, angst

Fandom: Eddsworld- Red Army

|| I am allowed to write what I want and I would appreciate you keeping whatever rude comments you may have to yourself ||

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It had been nearly a year since the falling out of Tord, otherwise known as “The Red Leader”, and his 3 former roommates. Everything had gone fine up until he nearly killed Tom, did kill one of the neighbors, and blew up the house. But that was ok. Who has time for friends when achieving world domination? The world isn’t going to take over itself, you know. Besides, he had other friends. Well, not exactly friends. More like people who were forced to obey him. Two in particular; Paul and Patryck. Not to say that they didn’t care about him. They were the ones who rescued him after his giant robot exploded. Although they obeyed Red Leaders every order, that doesn’t mean that they did so correctly. They were the ones who crashed a plane which resulted in a zombie apocalypse. Despite all of this, Red Leader finally accomplished his goal. With him in control, things slowly began falling apart. For civilians at least. For Red Leader and his army, everything was sunshine lollipops.

For the most part.

Recently, Red Leader often could be found thinking about his old friends. Especially Edd. He could live with never having to see Tom or Matt ever again, but not Edd. He was different. For some reason, he felt almost..guilty? The look of pure shock, sorrow, and betrayal on Edd’s face when Red Leader had said that they weren’t friends had haunted him for years. He longed to see him again, even if it were only for a second. Just to make sure that he was safe and hadn’t been killed off in the war. He would never forgive himself if he had indirectly killed his best friend. He kept this all to himself, but that doesn’t mean that no one noticed his change in attitude. Paul and Patryck sometimes asked him about what was on his mind. He eventually opened up and explained how he was feeling. He trusted the two of them more than anyone else. Despite him often being snarky and blunt towards them, they held a special place in his heart. They were the first people to join his army and were always the first to offer assistance with whatever he should need. While they did their best to comfort him, it didn’t help ease the pain much.

With fall rapidly turning into winter, Red Leader longed for Edd to be there with him. He was always so kind and nurturing during the cold days of winter. They would sit on the floor in front of the TV, wrapped in blankets, drinking hot cocoa to their heart's content, and spend time talking about whatever came to mind. Now it would never be the same.

“You have a fever.” Paul removed the thermometer from Red Leader’s mouth. 38.4°C. Red Leader got up from the couch where he had been sitting. “I’ll be fine.” He headed towards the door, but not before Patryck had seized him by the wrist. “No.” He began leading him back to the couch, but Red Leader wasn’t going down without a fight. “Get off me!” Patryck normally would have obeyed, but not this time. Not with his leader in such a state. Paul got up to assist Patryck in putting Red Leader back on the couch. His attempts to free himself from their grasps were all in vain. He just didn’t have the energy. He eventually gave in and allowed them to sit him back down. Red Leader crossed his arms and frowned facing the ground. “You are to stay on the couch until we say otherwise.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Red Leader looked up at Patryck with only his eyes. “I didn’t realize you were the one giving orders around here. I expect you would like me to go out and watch the prisoners for you as well?” Being low on energy wasn’t going to stop him from speaking to his men in a disrespectful manner. “Well, I am today.” He pointed at himself with his thumb. “And I will be until you are better.”

Red Leader sighed. “Fine. Whatever.” He fell over onto his side, his arms still folded. The Norski muttered some sort of foreign profanity under his breath. Patryck faced Paul. “Come on, we need to go get supplies.” Turning back to Red Leader, he very sternly said, “And you better stay put. I don’t care if we have to tie you down with rope. You are resting.” The two headed out of the base, leaving Red Leader alone in the common area.

It was just him and his thoughts with nothing to distract him. He once again began to think about old times with Edd. He was always so gentle and understanding when he was ill.

“Lay on the sofa. I’ll be back with some medicine. I promise I’ll be quick.”

“Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’ll be back as soon as I can. Don’t worry, when I come back, you’ll have me all to yourself.”

Edd would never force him to do anything he didn’t want to, although he would heavily suggest doing so. He almost always would give in to Edd’s requests. How could he not? He was always so patient and kind. Red Leader shivered. He felt like he was outside in the snow with nothing but a t-shirt, despite having on his hoodie and his uniform. He aggressively rubbed his nose in an attempt to relieve the itching sensation. He tilted his head back slightly as his breath began to hitch. “Hhh hH-nkkt!” He held his nose shut as he sneezed.

“Come on. Don’t do that. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“So what? It’s better than me sneezing and getting you sick.”

“I don’t mind. Just as long as you’re feeling better. So please, don’t hold your nose. Besides, you’ll feel better if you let them out.”

He sniffled, not wanting to drip snot onto himself. “H’tkkchh!! H’kkccht!” He had to admit, not allowing his sneezes to come out at full force hurt his already pounding head. It hurt. Everything hurt. He ached all over, his throat was sore, his head was pounding. He was overall miserable.

“Here, I have some medicine for you.”

“snDff, th-thanks.”

“You’re welcome. I’m going to heat up some soup for you. Stay right here.”

What he wouldn’t have given to have been back home, his real home, curled up on the sofa with Edd, watching whatever happened to come on the TV. He sniffled, trying to think of something other than the already perfect life he’d once had. No matter how hard he tried, his mind kept going back to memories of him and his friend.

“Please take the medicine.”

“No, it tastes like chemicals.”

“And there’s probably a reason for that.”

“Case in point, I’m not taking it.”

“Your nose is so stuffed up, you probably won’t be able to taste it anyway. Please just take it.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. Memories of the strong relationship he’d once had had taken over his mind. He had bottled up his feelings of sadness for too long. He reached his breaking point. He began crying, tears rapidly running down his face. “God DAMNIT!” He grabbed a pillow from the sofa and chucked it full force at the wall. He brought his knees to his chest and sobbed. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry! I-I-!!” He shouted in emotional pain as he lowered his head. He had no problem being loud and letting everything out. He was all alone. No one was there to see him as such an emotional wreck.

Right?

Having tired himself out from crying, Red Leader fell asleep for a good long time. Not to say that it helped much. When he woke up, he was still exhausted. Someone had thrown a blanket over him while he was asleep. He glanced out the window wondering how much time had passed. He looked around the room. Paul and Patryck still weren’t back? He groaned. His head was pounding and his nose was so stuffed up he could barely breathe. Upon further inspection there were some grocery bags on the ground by the door as well as a note that had been left next to him on the couch.

“ ‘There’s medicine, tissues, and some cough drops in one of the bags along with other supplies we needed. Be back in a bit.’

-Patryck”

He tossed the note off to the side. Where the hell would they have gone? Technically they weren’t permitted to leave the base without permission, but Red Leader was too tired to care. He mustered the energy to get up on the couch and walk over to the door and grab the supplies. He found several packs of tissues, cold and flu medicine, cough drops, and cans of soup. He rolled his eyes. Having to pay for guns, tanks and other various weapons and technology didn’t exactly leave them with much money for common household utilities. They didn’t even have a can opener, let alone a microwave. He staggered back over to the couch where he put the supplies on the couch next to him. He picked up one of the soup cans and attempted to open it with a knife. He eventually managed to make a big enough hole to be able to drink the broth. Despite this, his stomach still hurt from not having consumed any actual food. “Hhk’tcch!! Eh’schh!! H’mptch!!”

He tried to go back to sleep, but he was abruptly woken by chaos from outside the base.“Hold still, you’re only making things harder for yourself.”

“Get off of me. I didn’t do anything illegal.”

“You are being ordered to remain silent.”

Red Leader groaned. From what he could hear, Paul and Patryck had a new prisoner. The last thing he felt like was interrogating someone and finding a new cell to keep them in. After a bit more struggling, Paul and Patryck entered the base, leading a man with his hands and legs tied. A cloth had also been shoved into his mouth. From what he could see, Paul and Patryck had had to beat him up a bit in order for him to comply. “Jævla, what did you two do this time?” His already hoarse voice was even more shot from yelling and crying. Paul shoved the man to the ground causing him to fall to his knees. “We decided to hunt him down.” Red Leader groaned, getting up from the couch. Removing the cloth from the man’s mouth, Red Leader kicked him in the stomach, to which the man fall forward onto the floor. He might have felt like hot steamy shit, but for now, he had to look professional. He was about to carry out his usual routine of laughing and going through the whole process of what being held captive would entail, but he suddenly stopped.

“Edd?”

The man glared at him. “What the hell do you want?” It was clear that the man had no difficulty recognizing his former friend/roommate. Red Leader looked up at his men. He was suddenly filled with rage. “What did you do to him!!” He pushed Edd to the side with his leg so he could confront the two. “What is wrong with you? Why did you capture him! He hasn’t done anything bad.” Patryck had no problem retaliating. “What we did was bring you your precious friend. All you ever do now is mope around telling us how much you miss him. So we captured him and brought him to you.” Red Leader sighs. “Untie him.”

“Are you certain? He is most likely going to try and-”

“Now.”

“…yes sir.”

Patryck and Paul left so that the two could be alone. Red Leader glanced in his direction every so often. Edd had been tied down to a chair by Paul so that he had no chance of escaping. Red Leader took some time to study him. He had changed a lot since he had last seen him. He was taller and more muscular. He had a much paler complexion than he used to, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He had grown facial hair, making him look older, despite only a few years having passed. “Edd-”

“Shut up.” The man glared at Red Leader, flipping him off. After a few more minutes of silence, Edd looked back up at him. “You’re a bastard, you know that?” Red Leader sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for things to happen the way they did.”

“Bullshit. You knew what you were doing. You would have killed us if you had gotten the chance to. You almost did kill us. You’ve killed so many other people. What’s to stop you from killing your friends too?”

“I-”

“Oh. Wait. You have none.”

The heater turned on, humming quietly. It had been a while since it had been used, so it was covered with a layer of dirt and dust. The air filled with the smell of burning dust. While Red Leader was happy that it was starting to get warmer, it came with a small price. He rubbed his nose, trying to be as discreet as possible, but Edd knew him too well. He sat quietly, waiting patiently. “H’ktcch!! Kt-CHss!” He did his best to be as silent as possible, but it would be near impossible to expel the irritant from his nose while doing so. “Hmpt’chh! Hh hhH-!! Hh’gGesshs!!” Damn it.

Edd smirked. “You’re pathetic. Just as weak as you always used to be.” Red Leader couldn’t help but agree with him. While Edd’s reaction to him showing signs of illness felt like a stab in the chest, he knew he had no right to complain. Not after all that he had done. “He’schh! H’chhs! K-tchiih!!” Edd rolled his eyes. “Are you quite finished?”

Nope.

“Hn’kkchh!! Hhm’pptcch!! Hek’tchh!”

“You disgust me, you know that? If I get sick because of your disease ridden ass, you will have hell to pay.”

After a short moment, the sneezing had subsided. For now at least. Sniffling, he thought about something he could do to try and make Edd not completely hate him. After a moment, he got up and walked over to the pantry where he dug around and found a can of cola. He stashed them in the back of the pantry. He walked up to Edd and put it in his lap, refusing to make eye contact. “I thought you outlawed this years ago. Or was it more of a direct target?” Edd looked down at the can of soda that lay in his lap. “You think this is going to change my view on you?” He looked back up at Red Leader. “You said it yourself, Tord: who needs friends when you have control of the world? For you everything has been perfect. No one in your way and being able to do as you please. Not for us though. Our lives have been nothing but hell. Even the slightest mistake can result in capture and being held hostage by you and your army.”

Damn, it had been forever since someone had called him by his true name. No one in his army even knew his name. He made himself clear that they were to refer to him as The Red Leader. Being called Tord almost hurt. Too many memories.

This was a mistake. He decided that having Edd there only made him feel worse. He wasn’t the same sweet, gentle, caring Edd he used to be. This whole thing was a mistake. Why couldn’t he have just been happy with what he had? All the time they spent together, all those adventures. They were nothing now. He had just taken it all for granted.

He pulled out his knife and walked over to him. Edd laughed. “What, you're going to kill me off as well? I wouldn’t put it past you.” Tord carefully sliced through the rope holding him to the chair. Before he could back up to let him stand, Edd shoved him out of the way, picking up the fallen cola can. “Good bye, old friend.” Opening the can of cola, Edd headed for the door. “Should we meet again, I hope you’re able to put up a better fight.” He slammed the door behind him, once again leaving Red Leader alone in the base.

“I’m sorry. It’s our fault.” Tord was curled up in the corner of the room, quietly sobbing. The two soldiers felt horrible. They thought bringing his beloved friend to him would help, but it only made things worse. Once Red Leader was over his cold, they would most certainly be punished. After a moment of thinking, Paul walked over to him, kneeling down. “Hey,” he smiled at him. “Why don’t we watch a movie? Then you can get some sleep. You’ve had a long day.”

Reluctantly, Tord nodded, getting up from the floor. Perhaps this was the start of a new friendship-

No. This wasn’t the same. And it never would be. Nothing could ever fill the empty space in his heart which had once been occupied by his dear friend. There was no fixing what had been broken.

As he slept that night, he dreamt of himself asleep with his head on Edd’s lap. Even if it was just a dream, it made him happy to be with the real Edd. The Edd that he knew and loved. The Edd that he had broken and destroyed. He would have loved to stay there forever. But all good things must come to an end.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. It’s easiest to just wait it out. Besides, I don’t have to burden you with taking care of me.”

“You’re not a burden to anyone. Never say that about yourself. We’re best friends. We’ll always be there for each other! Now, try and take a nap, alright?”

“sNDDFf!! Ok.”

“Sleep well, Tord.”

END..?

[gaywatermelonbread]

Gonna uno reverse ya here. How bout YOU share something bout your ships 😤

sure, but you better tell me yours after.

♡__________♡

German Circus - Edward Richtofen x Andy(semi not but kinda self insert). The main one is with Ultimis Richtofen, to which I make it very clear that realationship COULD work only if Richtofen is willing to change...but he doesn't and continues the cycle. A tragic love story that was truely one sided

Clown Lillies - Takeo Masaki x Andy. A more healthy relationship and genuinely a more happier one...kinda. Mostly becuase Andy KNOWS of the cycles and trying to repeat his mistake he made in the other cycles. A more softer and happier ship with a side of angst

and thats about it. I don't normally get into self inserts due to the last fandom I was in *ahem*eddsworld*ahem* but yea. Andy just his own charater at thia point, but I consider him as me

[side-scribbles]

HELP I HAVE TOO MANY ANGST IDEAS I CANT FOCUS ON ONE ENOUGH TO WRITE A CONISTANT STORY BUT I REALLY WANT TO WHAT D O ?

[dingbatnix]

My Masterpost: )

•Call me Bat!•

Main account (to clear up some miscommunication): @roomofartisticcatz

Old blog (might probably be dead but I dunno): @eddsworldgt

Everything else: (a work in progress)

Most of these will be g/t, if any aren't, well, I dunno if I'll mark them as normal. Probably not : )

Eddsworld Oneshots

Mcyt Oneshots

Fun little noms comic

Chapter Stories:

Venture Masterpost

Dream is just minding his own business one afternoon when a party of hunters manage to stumble across him. He manages to dispatch them easily enough, but when he roots through their stuff, he finds something...surprising. Something that shakes things up a little. Granted, finding a tiny teenager in a cage would usually shake things up more than 'a little' for most people, buuut...Dream wasn't someone that could be considered 'most people.'

AO3 link cause tumblr's link system is fucked

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Vague outline

Vague Tommy lore

Bad, Ant, Tommy, and George reference

Dream + Tommy reference

Antfrost reference

Maneater Masterpost

Giant Dream, tiny smp but with my own plot

giant!Dream, tiny!smp

Plot list (working on an updated one rn)

Art from far in the future of the story

Ask for headcanons

Snippet

If Dream tries to eat one of his friends

(ignore necessity for now, I need to move it to oneshots. It is no longer a part of the Maneater storyline)

Necessity (noms/death)

Fanart

Fanart 2

Warden Masterpost

(non-g/t, technically)

Dream's mask breaks while in prison, revealing his most closely guarded secret: His status as a warden hybrid. Unfortunately for him, wardens are...really hard to kill, so that makes his body and organs and everything really... valuable. Quackity exploits this.

AO3 link (has more chapters than on Tumblr)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Dream reference

Why Quackity didn't die in the cell when Dream's mask came off

Warden snippets

Fully colored Dream reference

Fanart (by squishy)

Post-prison Dream, Sapnap, and George reference

Blob Masterpost

After Dream blows up all of Tommy's stuff, again, the teen finds a strange, little white creature. It's face has the same smile as Dream's mask, which disturbs Tommy, but it seems...innocent enough.

It's also hurt, and Tommy would feel bad if he left it to die.

A03 link (had more chapters than on Tumblr)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Art for chapter 4

Can Blob be hurt or die

The First Masterpost

Immortal Dream never escapes prison. The descendants find him, years and years later.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Concepts:

Blind

Dream is blind, George is a borrower that lives in his house

Icegogs (noms)

Just George made out of ice

Batty

Bat hybrid brothers Punz, Dream, and Purpled, following their adventures after their colony is burned out

Found (ask/snippet)

Confined

Dream's a sizeshifter who has to regularly return for giant size, but he doesn't account for the prison

giant!Dream, tiny!Punz

Accidentally

Punz accidentally shrinks himself right before the final vault

giant!Dream, tiny!Punz, giant!Foolish

Axolotl hybrid!dream (noms-ish)

Art

Art 2

Ask 1

Long story thing w/roman

Dream and Tommy are brothers, but Dream is tiny.

Camp camp ramble

Eternally respawning angst (brief fatal noms)

Dream and George are friends, but...there's a famine, and Dream doesn't want George to starve to death

tiny!Dream, tiny!Sapnap, tiny!Bad, giant!George

Tank

Dream gets caught and accidentally starved by Wilbur. Oh, Tommy's there too.

tiny!Dream, tiny!Tommy, giant!Wilbur

Rambles:

Sticky traps

Bottles

Skulls

Favorite trope

Forgetful Karl with two small borrowing friends

Continuation of forgetful Karl and his borrower friends

Food in stomachs (short but I think it's neat)

Sharp fangs/teeth

Old blog stuff (@eddsworldgt):

(note: these are all older and were written a while ago, so my writing isn't that...great. oof.)

Text

Tom gets a text from Tord. That's...odd. Usually they try to avoid communicating with each other.

giant!Tom, tiny!Tord

Stitch

Matt and Tom come screamimg into Tord's room, hands covered in blood. Something's very, very wrong.

tiny!Edd, giant!Tord, giant!Tom, giant!Matt

Caught

Tom gets kidnapped–and he's tiny. Fuck.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Art

King Matt Au

Matt's the king, and there's this pesky giant hanging around his walls. It's what he gets for saving it, he supposes.

Art

Fall

Nightmare

He didn't do anything! He was just trying to mess with some tech he had been given! What went wrong?!

tiny!Tord, giant!Tom

Web

The itsy bitsy spider...

tiny!Matt, giant!Tord

Borrower Tord Au

[sunny6677]

Romantic Tropes With The Eddsworld Boys! Part 2.

Enemies to Lovers! PART 1

Tw: profanity, angst, enemies to lovers.

Edd:

- You had moved in a couple of days ago, and already, he had hated you.

- For one, you were basically nothing like him, well at least to him you weren't. You didn't like coke at all, you were pessimistic as hell, you hated drawing. You were basically the complete opposite of him. You were like a second Eduardo.

- Only you didn't get along with either one of them.

- Usually, anytime you saw eachother, you'd both immediately begin to bicker. Especially when you would shit talk his precious Cola, he'd get really pissed at you for that.

- You'd tell him how naive and dumb he was, how annoying he truly was. You would often go for the things that were very noticeable in his personality. While he'd usually never insult you, he thought of you as some annoying pessimist with a personality that would practically ward anyone away.

- Then, it was during one adventure(or should I say eddventure), that you had decided to screw with him. You had hidden away his colas, thinking it would just be a harmless prank. But then gradually it turned into the both of you at the top of a building with both Matt and Tom in danger. You had also attempted to kill eachother multiple times so that was something.

- You two screamed at eachother, blaming eachother for what had been happening. It had only gotten to a certain point when Tom practically had to yell in order for you both to stop fucking arguing and just help them out already.

- Edd immediately ran to help Tom, who had been dangling from the edge of the roof with a hoard of zombies dangling under Matt's feet, who had desperately been clinging to the rage demons legs. You ran as well, and saw that Edd couldn't pull the both of them up. Hesitantly, you ignored your doubts, ran behind Edd and grabbed onto him.

- He was confused by what you were doing, but you had only yelled for him to just trust you. You pulled, and he pulled. It was a struggle, especially with the tension of one of them possibly dying in the air, but eventually the two of you managed to get both Tom and Matt back onto the roof and safe.

- Of course, you still made fun of Edd. Saying how he ironically needed you to help him. He was offended obviously. But he was just relieved that his friends were safe and somewhere deep inside of him, he was relieved you were okay too.

- A good two weeks after that, during an event he had been going to with the others to take their mind off of their old friend(Tord) showing up and ruining their house, he had found you in the corner of somewhere. Confused and having the urge to poke fun at you, he went up to you.

- But you were injured.

- You were injured pretty badly, blood dripped down from a scar on your cheek. And a scar that passed through your thigh and onto the bottom of your leg. You had a blackeye as well.

- Obviously, he was concerned. It was normal to be concerned for someone with such a grave injury, right? He knelt down, and told you he'd find something to bandage you up with.

- Conveniently, he had found a bandage nearby and took it to you straight after. While treating your wounds, he had asked a question: "Who.. did this to you?"

- Not thinking much of it, you had answered with; "I dunno, but some guy with a red hoodie and odd hair saw I had somethin of value to him most likely, and basically broke me to bits. He ran off with my purse that had whatever the hell it was. Either he was stealing my purse for some reason, or I really did have something of value."

- He immediately recognized that description. Tord. But.. why did he hurt you? Surely it wouldn't have been necessary even if you had something that was of value to him, right?

- He had then begun to tell you about the incident that occurred with his house, you had seen it after all. Upon you learning that Tord was the same as the guy inside the robot, you had suggested that maybe to be more careful he just shouldn't be so trusting all the time.

- But he had suggested back: "Maybe you should be more careful, none of us know what he could possibly pull next!" You asked, "Why do you even care? Don't ya hate me because of me hating your damn Cola?"

- ...

- You were right.

- Why did he care?

- Dodging the question, he moved onto another topic and kept treating your wounds. After the two of you managed to part ways, forcing a goodbye, he had been placed inside of his own thoughts. He didn't know why he even cared.

- Over the course of a few days, the question only became more prominent in his mind. He would often find himself staring at random parts of you. The bright/dark shade of e/c in your big/small eyes, the longness/shortness of your h/c hair, the way the sun reflected on you. Your lips.. wait, what?

- He sighed in a frustrated way at his desk, he was just trying to draw and yet he couldn't seem to get you off his mind. His pencil danced along the delicate surface of the paper. And immediately, it stopped. Great. Now he had been drawing you due to the fact he had been thinking of you so much.

- He grumbled, and crumbled the paper and threw it in the trashcan. Looks like he was going to have to come up with a plan for this.

- Sooner or later, he had found himself rambling to Tom and Matt about you and your stupid Cola hating presence mockingly staying stiff in his mind. The others only watched as he continued on, and Tom then spoke: "I don't know man, sounds like you've got the case of L.O.V.E Syndrome."

- "L.O.V.E... wait, no I don't! We're enemies for christs sake!" Edd snarled, making aggressive gestures towards him as he stood. Tom took a sip of his smirnoff, "Ah, the sweet sound of denial." Edd only got angrier, "I'm not in denial! They've just.. been on my mind a lot, is all."

- "Well, for someone with such a deep hatred for them, you do seem to talk about them a lot. It's almost like you actually care about them." Tom teased, making Edd feel an odd hotness rush to his face. "I do not! Your- your the one who cares!" Defensively, Edd yelled back with his eyes looking like some anime tsundere girl.

- "Wha- how do i-" Tom sighed, "Listen, Edd. Maybe you should consider the possibility that you might not hate them as much as you think you do." Tom tried to say as straight foward as he could, and oh boy did Edd follow his advice.

- It was only a few hours later he actually decided to admit to himself that he.. didnt hate you. In fact, he loved you. But why?! Why did he find himself falling in love with his rival of all people?! He just didn't understand.. he didn't understand himself.

- As his own unhealthy way of coping with his newfound feelings, he acted a lot ruder to you than he was before. Which was.. incrediblely obvious. You could tell something was up, usually he never was THIS mean. Was he planning something? You didn't exactly know yourself.

- Come to think of it, you didn't know why you had found yourself feeling the way you did either. His appearance seemed to catch your eye a lot more than it should've. His bright smile anytime he had seen cola, the way he looked anytime he laughed, his big adorable green eyes.. wait what?

- You had already known what this meant, you were in love, obviously. But you didn't understand why it was him that you had fallen for. Like Edd, you developed your own little coping mechanism. And that was just avoiding him. Anytime you went outside of your house, you peeked to see if he was out there, and if he wasn't you went to where you needed to be. If he was, you'd just stay in.

- A few times, he had seen you shut yourself back in. He had found himself kind of.. sad you weren't coming out as often as you usually did. Was his rudeness making you not want to come out? Was he really that mean? Ugh.. he was so frustrated.

- This kept repeating until one fateful day when the both of you had went to the same carnival conveniently. The bright lights didn't blind him enough to make him not recognize that it was you. You were sitting on a bench, alone. Depressed looking and eating your cotton candy like there was no tomorrow.

- He couldn't keep his eyes off of you, something in him told him that you and him needed to talk. With a deep breath, he listened to the voice and headed towards you. "Hey." He greeted you awkwardly. You noticed him, and tensed. "Um.. hey?" You said, visibly nervous.

- He sat down on the cold bench, and you looked at your legs awkwardly. "The weathers lovely, isn't it?" He smiled in an attempt to cover up his tension, you responded while looking down: "Not really, I'd say it may be a bit too cold out here."

- You two began to talk, and it gradually turned into casual conversation into confrontation. Edd asked you why you hadn't been coming out as often, and if anything he had been doing made you feel that way. Afraid of your true feelings being found out, you snapped: "No! There's nothing I want to talk about! I just want you to leave me the fuck alone!"

- Tears welled up in your eyes, as you began to run off in an attempt to escape. You heard him behind you, calling out for you and telling you to wait. You didn't listen, and only hid somewhere in the hopes that he'd never find you.

- Unfortunately for you, that wasn't the case. Because after a full 7 minutes of looking around the area, he walked by and found you. He slowly and gently approached you, sitting down next to your crying form.

- Placing a hand around you(which only made you tense up even more), he tried to gently get you into telling him why you had been behaving the way you did. After 2 minutes, he had finally gotten his answer, but it wasn't what he was expecting. Under the pressure of all the questions, you yelled: "Because I fucking love you, goddamnit!"

- "...what?"

- You broke down whimpering after that, strangely apologetic. Rapid shades of red rushed across your now red velvet face, "I dont.. I don't understand why I feel the way I do. I've never been nice to you and you've never been nice to me at all. So why do i.."

- "Well, I don't understand that either but.. I do understand how you feel. Because i.." He gulped, "I like you too."

- You certainly weren't expecting him to say that.

- After a minute of bickering.. somehow.. again... you finally asked: "Well.. what does this mean for us now? Does that mean we're.." Edd laughed awkwardly, "I guess it does! Haha.." The soft smile on his face brought you a sort of relief.

- "Can i... can I kiss you?" You asked, not daring to hide your desires any longer. He looked nervous, but he replied: "O-Of course you can!.."

- He leaned foward slowly, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. You leaned foward, and before you could snap your eyes shut: the softness of his sweet red lips met your own, the exciting yet nervous rush of being kissed overflowed you.

- Edd was happy that he had finally gotten how he felt off his chest. But boy, was this going to be an awkward thing to explain to his friends.

Matt:

- It's kind of understandable why the two of you didn't really get along.

- You. The for some reason mirror hating, self loathing, intelligent person. And him. The mirror loving, narcissistic, stupid man.

- It was obvious why the two of you didn't click at all. Tom and Edd only watched as the two of you had argued, both of them sipping their own favorite beverages. It seemed Matt had found his Eduardo.

- From then on, it was more of a petty rivalry Matt had formed with you more than an actual rivalry. Constantly trying to compete with you in random things, even the things he didn't like. Insulting you every time he was able. You had engaged in this rivalry, doing the same things back most of the time.

- Though usually you'd often agree with his insults, so even if you were his enemy, he'd run off because he felt bad.

- It was only on one day that had once been just a simple little competition for who had the better fashion skills, that you two had actually worked together. Gradually, a competition turned into a literal war.

- Items were being thrown around as fire caught throughout the entire building. Matt had been stupid enough to by a potion from some strange man in a alleyway, and to give it to the people who would be watching the competition thinking it would make them like him more.

- But it only made them like him a little too much. To the point where the potion had accidentally gotten to the other people and made them like you, which caused a total war zone. While Matt had a Matt-gasm over how loved he was, you had to drag him off somewhere.

- You told him that you had a plan, and he had to go along with it. Picking up a bottle of the potion you had found, it was labeled- "DO NOT POUR WATER ON YOURSELF AFTER DRINKING THIS. THIS WILL MAKE THE EFFECTS GO AWAY."

- Matt, in a serious tone of voice went: "Y/N.. I understand what I must do.. I must.. not give them water!" You faceplate, "No, or else this entire fuckin planet will be consumed by your fanboys and fangirls. And I don't want that, now come on!" You dragged off the sad looking Matt to go search for some water.

- After nearly being killed by the infected people and Matt because he didn't want the facts to go away, you managed to find a water hose and poured it all over the infected ones. They returned to normal, and made Matt feel very awkward with their mean stares.

- He hated you even more now, or at least he thought he did.

- On the same day his house had been destroyed, he and the others had found you injured. There was now a big ass would on your left cheek. And your house was destroyed as well. Matt, being petty and childish tried to say that he wanted to just leave you. But Edd, being the nice guy he is, decided you could go with them.

- Matt was obviously very unhappy with this, but Edd managed to convince him after he said he'd give him a mirror if he would let you stay. Matt carried you along with Tom, and due to that, got a closer look at your injury.

- "Did Tord hurt you too?" "Tord?.." You repeated that name, a bit confused. "The commie bastard who blew up our house and yours." Tom said, making you understand a bit better. "Oh, yeah.. I think one of the parts of his robot that exploded fell onto my house and destroyed it. I didn't really manage to dodge in time, heh." You giggled nervously.

- Matt looked away, seemingly deep in thought. Then he spoke again; "Well, worry not! I shall not rest until we find that pest who destroyed your house, your cheek and most importantly.. my FACE." His attempt to cheer you up had just turned into him talking about his face. Unsurprisingly.

- "But.. don't you hate the-" "For them, their house, and my face!" Matt cut off Tom, resulting in Tom giving him an annoyed glare. You laughed lowly, for someone you didn't like all that well, he could actually be kind of.. wait.. no, you hated him! There was no use in feeling anything positive towards him! Was there?..

- When you moved into their house and the friend group, you had found yourself going into your room a lot. And usually the one man that clouded your thoughts was Matt. You'd often bet he was probably doing something stupid that very moment(which was usually true), and wonder what it was.

- Thoughts had been clouded with the question of why he was so narcissistic. I mean, he didn't look that good to you. His hair was as fluffy as a cloud, and as orange as a tiger lily. His porcelain, perfect blue eyes.. those perfectly soft li- wait what?!

- You layed there, shocked at your own thoughts. Putting a palm on your forehead, you looked down. What had been going on with you lately?! Surely you couldn't be succumbing to that ridiculous narcissism of his!

- You stayed there, silent and in surprise. You needed to take in what you had just thought. You couldn't be.. in love with a complete narcissist, could you? Especially the man who tried to kill you once?

- You hoped to God it wasn't true, that you were just being silly or.. something.

- But you knew God couldn't lie to you, that irresistible smile and English accent told you the answer enough. His image layed mockingly in your head, taunting you with those deep blue eyes of his. And just like that, you knew you were unfortunately.. in love. With the guy who tried to kill you once.

- ...

- Yeah, maybe this wasn't exactly healthy?-

- But how had you even fallen for him so fast? It was like you immediately succumbed to him and didn't even realize it.

- Now there you were, flinching anytime you heard him speak and awkwardly trying to seem normal. But pretending to be normal only made you seem less normal. The stammering, the correcting of words, the constant blushing, the oddly more mean comments than usual.

- Matt would mope, and that would be all that it would take for you take back a mean comment. God, you really were in too deep, weren't you?..

- His cheerful "Yay!" anytime you did so just made your heart burn even more with the sense of knowing this was the choice that your heart had made.

- Meanwhile, he had been experiencing some things of his own. But due to his total stupidity, he didnt even realize it.

- Your precious e/c eyes were a source of annoyance for him! That stupid adorable smile anytime he did something questionable just made him rage! That laughter that sounded like a birds sweet melody.. oh, it just made him quiver with rage!

- He had been rambling to the others in those exact words when you weren't there, making Edd just roll his eyes. "Geez Matt, you'd figure you'd just stop talking about them if you hated them so much." He mumbled. "What?! No! They're simply too annoying to not talk about!" Matt responded.

- "They're too annoying to not talk about? With how you describe all the traits about them that annoy you, you'd figure it'd be just because your in love and are scared of the possibility of making fun of you because of that." Tom said, a dark expression on his face.

- "What? No! They just plague my mind with their annoyingness.. is all." Unsureness clouded inside his mind. "Oh, okay." Tom agreed surprisingly well, and went back to drinking his smirnoff. Matt decided to go to his room after a minute or two, to think about what Tom had said.

- After a minute of staring at a picture of you, man's legit gasped and went; "I'm in love with Y/N! And they're my enemy!"

- ...

- "Eh, this can work out fine!"

- With that, Matt began his plan to somehow swoon your heart, even though he had somehow swooned it on accident without realizing.

- Long story short, when carrying out said plan, it didn't exactly go as well as he intended?

- He had been trying to take you out for dinner, but for some reason he really wanted this to be secret, so he didn't tell you where on earth he would be taking you. You, tired as shit and it being like 3 in the morning, obviously tried to decline the offer.

- As he was trying to convince you, he had been stupid enough to say: "Please! I've been wanting to do this for days! I love you way too much not to take you out on a fancy dinner, especially considering your the one I love! And-" "..wait.. wHAT-"

- Let's just say you were as red as a pepper upon hearing that, and so was he upon realizing that he had just given himself away. "Uhh.. listen, I know this is kind of odd to want considering how i and you treat eachother usually but.. do you wanna go on a date? I'd really love for us to get married and have children and name them all "Little Matt" and-"

- You put a finger on his lips. You sighed, "We can go on a date, but I'm not gonna let all the other stuff happen just yet." He dramatically gasped, and squealed. Tightly, he hugged you, not letting go.

- You know..

- You never pictured the literal guy who tried to kill you and you ever doing this. Ever.

[michu-writes]

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Character lists

Omori

Inside Job

Ninjago

The Cuphead Show

Eddsworld

BFDI / BFB

Sonic *Please specify if you want boom, movie or normal version please! I also do not write human!reader*

Gravity falls

Adventure time

Gorillaz

Mandela Catalogue

The Walten Files

Helluva boss

Moominvalley

The Owl House

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Can I request a Clingy!monsterTom x Depressed!Reader? Maybe with cutting and suicidal thoughts?

I sure can!!! I LOVE angst!!!!!

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Fandom: Eddsworld

Character: Tom

Reader: Depressed

Fic type: Comfort/angst

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING: This WILL heavily mention suic/de, blood, and perhaps other triggering topics, read at your own risk!!

Notes: People, I'm not trying to make depression and similar illness romantic, this is simply for comfort.

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I hate everything.

Well, not everything, but the majority, y'know? Everything just...sucks. Life in general, it's all terrible.

People are terrible. Sure, I've found a few choice people that aren't the bane of my existence, but even they have their flaws.

Am I saying that I'm some heaven sent angel? Hell no I'm not. I'm just as terrible if not more! I hate everyone, including myself.

Am I lying? Yeah. Do I have a crush on someone? Yeah. Am I gonna do something about it? Nope.

Why should I? It's not like I'll be here longer anyways...

I'm planning to kill myself.

Am I scared? Kind of. But at this point I don't care. I'm always scared anyways. Always on my guard around people.

Most people don't know the fear and pain of constantly feeling...numb.

It's not like I never feel anything, it's just so rare. My most common emotion is pain. I just want to curl up in a ball and die. But all I can ever being myself to do is cry, and even that's a rare occurrence at this point.

I feel so alone.

Friends? Yeah I have a few.... they're all a bit odd in their own way. Can't complain though, they're like family to me.

My real family? Not many immediate ones, plus, I moved to England five years ago. They called me everyday for the first couple of months. Nowadays, I can barely get a text back... I get that they have their own lives in their respective country, but man, it just makes me so cold-feeling...

I guess where I was going with this, is that I'm scared. Not of my inevitable death, but everything else.

I'm scared of anything and everything now that I think about it. I don't exactly mean common fears they talk about in elementary school, I'm talking real world problems.

I'm scared of failure, not sure why. I've failed enough in my life....it shouldn't even faze me at this point.

Im especially scared of people.

My friends? Yeah them too. What if I make a fool of myself and they think I'm an idiot? What if I make the wrong move, and they hate me? They probably hate me enough as it is...

That why I won't confess to Tom. He'll hate me afterwards. There's just no point in ruining something for nothing in return.

These were the thoughts that ran through my head as my arms and legs were sliced up by a blade driven by my own hands. It's wasn't like it hurt. All it really did was sting, I'm just that used to being hurt, I suppose.

As I was wrapping up my little 'session' I heard a knock on my door,

"(Y/N)! You in there? It's dinner time! I made breakfast for dinner!" A British accent leaked through my door.

I didn't scramble around at the thought of him walking in, my door was locked after all. It's not like I'm that stupid.

" I'll be there in a few minutes, Edd." I spoke back in a raspy voice, not bothering to yell. Edd has good ears, he can somehow hear a whisper from across the house.

It takes me a minute or two to get up and walk into the bathroom that connects to my room. I stumble a bit with the loss of blood.

Once I get in there I take a quick shower, just barely long enough to stop the bleeding and make it appear as if you just took an actual shower.

Once I get out of the shower, I slip on my (favorite color) hoodie.

That was an easy part of hiding my self abuse. Everyone in the house wore a hoodie of their own designated color.

I also slipped on a longer article of clothing to go onto my legs. Couldn't let them see my thighs either.

Once I finished the rest of my cleaning up, I headed out of my little bathroom, and in front of my door. I took a deep breath, put on a smile, and walked out.

I got about halfway down the stairs before a screech startled me, causing me to trip a bit,

" (Y/N) IS HERE! YAY!" The high pitch British scream could only belong to the narcissistic ginger known as Matt.

Once I got my balance back into my feet, I continued down the stairs and greeted Matt with a wave.

" Yeah she lives here, idiot. She's not going anywhere." A deeper voice had spoken, I turned around and Tom was there as expected. I smile shrunk a bit at his last comment.

" Sup (y/n)." You snapped out of your thoughts and responded with a casual 'yo.'

The three of us then heard a thick accent cursing in the kitchen, no doubt it was Tord,

" For jævla skyld! Just let me have the last piece!!"

Sure enough, when we walked into the kitchen, Edd and Tord were fighting over the last piece of bacon. I let out a sigh, and the two boys finally acknowledged our existence. That alone didn't stop their argument though.

I didn't even bother attempting to break up the fight, I never could anyways. Their little fuss always ends one of two ways. Edd steals the bacon from under Tord's nose, or vise versa.

I just grabbed a small portion of food, and sat down.

I knew I would be gone by the end of tonight...but I wanted to taste Edd's cooking one last time.

Something interesting happened, instead of one of the two boys getting the bacon, they halved it and sat down. Of all my four years living in this house with these people, they've never shared their bacon.

Strange.

Dinner wasn't as talkative as it usually was when we all ate at the table. Usually we'd all have a big group discussion about our day, or week. Tonight was quiet, giving me an opportunity,

" Hey, guys?" Each one of their heads turned to me, and Edd signalled me to continue,

" I just wanted to say, thank you." Their brows furrowed but I held out a hand to tell them to let me finish,

" You four have helped me with so much over the past few years. From when you let me live here when I couldn't find proper housing situations, to letting me borrow the car. I just wanted to formally tell you all how grateful I really am. You are truly the kindest people I've ever met." As I went on talking, I realized how bad of an idea this actually was.

I mean, will they get suspicious? I'm just showing gratitude right? It shouldn't sound like a cry for help or anything...

As I snapped out of thought for the fiftieth time today, I notice that all of the boys have some type of smile on their face, even Tom!

Edd was smiling like a proud mother,

Matt was smiling giddily,

Tord had a smug, 'cool guy' smile,

And Tom had the smallest smile that made my heart melt.

I awkwardly continued my fake smile, and sat down.

Conversation continued on as would on a normal night, with the topic being past pleasant memories.

I volunteered to wash the dishes, it was the least I could do. There was only one problem. For some ungodly reason, Tom had insisted on helping me.

I couldn't figure out why at first, untill it dawned on me that he probably needed something from me.

So as I scrubbed the forgetten food off of the ceramic plate, he rinsed and dried them. We did this in silence, aside from the running water. Tom's the first one to break the tension filled silence,

" So, how have you been?" It was such a simple question, I could have simply faked a toothy grin, and said that I was great. I could have thanked him for asking. I could have asked him back.

But I only did one of those things.

" I've been doing just as good as I always do." I reply with a small sad smile. I tear my eyes away from the dish water," How about you? You've been awfully quiet tonight."

He chuckles lowly," Just had a lot on my mind, trying to face some of my problems, that's all." I stop what I'm doing and look over at him,

" Do you want to talk about it? I think the others are asleep already."

Normally when Tom is having any type of problem, he comes to me for advice, or even just for someone to listen to him rant when he's drunk. I even gave him a spare key to my room if he ever needs me while I'm asleep. He's offered the same for me, but I told him that I have a counselor. I try not to lie to my housemates all the time, only when necessary.

He simply shakes his head in response," Nah, this is one I have to deal with on my own," I sigh,

" Alright then, but keep my offer in mind. Just try to remember to see me before I go to bed, I'm...going to bed early tonight. I have something to do tommorow." He nods in understanding.

After we finish the dishes, we say our goodnights,

" I'll see you in the morning, (y/n)." I give one last fake smile,

" Same to you, Tom. Sleep well." I see him nod and walk down the hall as I close my door and lock it for the final time.

I walk into my bathroom and look into the mirror. All I see is a monstrosity of a person glaring back at me.

The bags under my eyes had only gotten worse after the sleepless nights I spent writing my suicide note.

I decided to skip reading over it one last time, I want nothing that could alter my decision at hand here. If I read my dying love letter that's written to Tom, I might stop myself in some kind of silly hope that everything could be okay again. It was too late for all that now.

So, I grabbed my blade that had served me well over the years, and stepped into the bathtub. I didn't cry, I didn't shake in fear of what I was about to do. I sadly smiled instead. As I took my hoodie off, revealing a tank top that no one knew I owned. I set my hoodie softly onto the floor, and turned on the hot water.

I took a deep breath in, and sigh, grabbing my blade and getting to work on my first artery. It took me a couple tries to find it.

But once I did, it started the red tint in the once clear bath water. I took in a shaky breath, adjusting to the dizziness of loosing so much blood so quickly.

At this point I couldn't even hear the bathwater running, everything was muffled.

I reached to turn it off, and a hand was placed onto mine. It takes me a good second to register that there was someone next to the tub, yelling my name right next to my face.

I try my best to focus on who could have caught me. Yet it's so difficult to take in my surroundings at this point.

So as I stare at the person beside my bathtub with fading eyes. I feel pressure on my wound, and see something being wrapped around it.

I start panicking, trying to say no, to let me die.

But I just can't. I just watch as my life is saved against my will.

Suddenly I can see that I'm moving, I can't figure out how until I notice the arms carrying me bridal style to a soft surface. That's when I lost consciousness for the next hour.

I didn't exactly 'wake up' more like fazed into existence. It's like I just gradually became aware of what was around me.

I became aware of the sobs coming from my bedside, and of the pressure squeezing my hand.

I forced my eyes open and tried to sit up. Yet I instantly regretted my decision, pain shot throughout my body. I glance over to my hand and up the....purple arm....

Who is this? Or perhaps I should say, what is this?

It's some kind of...monster? Hybrid? It looked kind of human... I could only see the torso and up. Even then, the arms grew bigger the farther down the arms stretched, and turned a deeper and deeper shade of purple. Horns poked out of the head laying slightly onto my shin, poking me a bit.

" Am-" I hold my throat. That hurt. I clear my throat of the mucus and start again as the unknown monster wakes up,

" Am I dead?"

The monsters head shoots up, and I can't help but recognize the 'eyes' that I've grown to love.

" T-Tom..."

He tries to smile for me, but it twists into a sad frown as his black orbs start to water,

" (Y/n)....(y/n) you're...y-you're okay! You're okay..." He said this over and over again as he cupped my cheeks with his transformed hands.

I grab onto his forearm to steady his shaking. This was starting to scare me.

I had never seen this man shed a tear in front of me, yet alone bawl into my shoulder like he was doing now,

" Tom, it's okay, I'm right here." I whispered this, and many other reassurances into his ear. Confirming to him that it was going to be okay and that, to my displeasure, I wasn't going anywhere.

He seemed to get angry after a few minutes, he ripped himself away from me and took hold of my shoulders,

" WHAT IF YOU WEREN'T RIGHT HERE? WHAT IF I HADN'T OF WALKED IN!! WHAT THEN HUH? YOU WOULDN'T BE RIGHT HERE!!! YOU'D BE GONE!! I would have...lost you..." He slid down the side of my bed as he finished his outburst. He sat crying into his knees.

I didn't know what to do. Is he mad at me? But despite the questions, I acted without thinking.

I began to run my fingers through his hair, almost brushing it. He seemed surprised at first, before he leaned into my touch.

" I'm sorry Tom. I didn't think it would effect you like this..." All was silent for a few moments. Until,

" Why..?" He sniffled a few times before I could respond.

" Why? Why what?" He looked up to me,

" Why would you try to leave me?" I couldn't even bring myself to say anything after that. Tom seemed to sense the frog in my throat, and continued,

" You don't realize, (y/n). You don't realize how special you are. To your family, your friends. I mean bloody hell (y/n)! What about us?! Edd would be heartbroken! And how are we supposed to explain something like that to Matt?" I avoided the possible eye contact and twidled my thumbs in my lap,

" What about me (y/n)? How am I supposed to go on living with myself if you, the love of my life, killed herself?" My mind went blank. He took my hand in between both of his,

" I know this isn't the greatest time for this, but if it'll boost your self esteem even a little bit, I don't care about embarrassing myself. (Y/n) (L/n), I am deeply in love with you, and have been since you moved in. I've loved you since you helped me to bed when I came in drunk all those years ago. I've loved you since you beat my Pac-Man score at the arcade, I acted so mad, but you were just so cute so excited like that... (Y/n)... Please let me help you love yourself by loving you..."

By the time he was done with his speech, I was in tears, a small frown on my face. He seemed to get the wrong idea as he instantly dropped my hand and got up,

" I got the message, I'll just uhm... I'll just g-" I grabbed his hoodie strings and pulled him in for a kiss.

We could both tell that there would be many more to come.

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I'm sorry if it's extremely long, I just love to write angst haha...

[drake-the-incubus]

8, 13, 19 for the ask thing!

8. Do you listen to music as you write? If so, share a song that’s been inspiring you lately.

I do! I can only write while listening to music. As for songs that inspire me to write, I’m listing to Male/Deeper Nightcore Songs lately. One being Infected, though I haven’t written much lately due to stress financially :(

I need to write for Trust no One and finish my last chapter draft, then write it. Then! We might have a video game version of it!

13. Is there a trope you wouldn’t write if it’s the last trope on Earth?

Omegaverse. Hands fucking down. I don’t mind reading some subversions of the trope but I fucking actually hate it. Albeit I roleplay it with a long standing friend. I hate the trope. As well I’m not for... Angst with a happy ending. If I’m writing you a sad ass, multi-chapter fic, I don’t want to make it happy in the end.

But mainly because I’m depressed for the second one and if I stopped being depressed I’d enjoy it more I think.

19. Who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? Why?

Easiest Characters:

Tom, Paul (Eddsworld)

Eridan, Kankri, Karkat, Sollux, Dirk (Homestuck)

Felix, Drake, Xavier and Lucifer (Original Characters)

And because I’ve mentioned it in passing

Prussia, Romano, Canada (Hetalia, albeit i haven’t written for it in 7 years?)

Hardest Characters:

Edd (Eddsworld)

Feferi, Nepeta, Equius, Tavros, HIC, Meenah, Dave (Homestuck)

Asmodeus, Ustros, Satan, Suzie, Skye, Caimen, Arian and Zimone (OCs)

Why are the easier characters easy? I’ve obsessed over them all a lot. And spend most of my time writing them and projecting onto them, however I’ve actually Roleplayed them specifically for years.

All the OCs are mine and it’s because I’ve made the former more aspects of my personality and spent more time on it.

The harder ones are because a) I’ve struggled writing them so never tried, b) hate the character or c) it’s Edd.

To expand, Edd hits hard because while I normally would be stuck as him, I’m also... upset writing him? I can never decide how I want to portray him and the worst part is, having the creator dead makes me feel iffy of what I do. Trust no One is an experiment with him and seeing if I can break that loop, but also why the next chapter hasn’t come out yet.

I forgot what characters are hard for me in Hetalia. But those are equal difficulties for me, and easiest challenges for me. Basically if you gave me a prompt about Tom alone I’d excel. And Drake is my passion project book main character.