#Tord would be more subtle

[baconcolacan]

Muehehehe and AHAHAHAHAHAHA couple

[almighty-letu]

In wym, what if they switch places? What if Tom was the yandere and blue leader, and Tord the just a guy kidnaped? Or what if he still was red leader and end up in that situation. How that would be?

I think Blue Leader is more subtle and laid back when it comes to his affections toward Tord. He would still show him off and brag to his soldiers like "Look at my husband! Have you seen my husband? Isn't he gorgeous?" But he would be patient and play the long con to wait for Tord to reciprocate his feelings, almost playing hard to get kinda? Like "yeah I kidnapped you to be my husband, so what? You want a medal?" To the point of frustrating Tord because how dare he put him in such a impossible situation and not do anything about it? Tom would also occasionally play and sing for him to try and woo him.

[crowscanread]

So it's been 2 months since I posted chapter 1 of Within Your Tender Care... ._.

Have a sneak peak of chapter 2 under the cut vv (cuz I feel bad that it's taken this long)

I also made a playlist because why the hell not

Matt observed Tord take a few small sips of water from behind the kitchenette counter.

The ginger usually had trouble when it came to picking up on the true intentions of people, even his friends, beyond the words they said at face value. Matt still wasn’t the best at it even with his memory back, but he had improved on sensing others’ emotions, specifically Tord’s. He was practically attuned to the slightest change in the air whenever the Norsk’s behaviour would shift.

He could just see that Tord had something on his mind. Something more than hunger gnawed at his insides. Something that cut much deeper than this internship. Something that led to this blatant disrespect of self-care. Something Matt would not stand for!

However, the redhead held his tongue for the time being. Right now, he needed to focus all his energy on getting his partner out of this undoubtedly dreadful state. As the self-proclaimed king of self-care, he was already cooking up the perfect plan to help Tord, but as of now, he actually needed to get cooking.

He knew exactly what to make for the Norsk and grabbed the package of bacon from the fridge.

He was somewhat decent in the kitchen, but he was by no means perfect. Lately, it had been Tord who handled most of the meal duties, so he was perhaps a little out of practice. Matt was more well-versed in baking. He and Mark would bake together on occasion, but he could cook something as simple as bacon without setting the kitchen on fire, hopefully.

Once the skillet was resting on the stovetop, Matt tore into the packaging.

The subtle scent of something metallic emitted from the raw meat.

[four-bastard-bustle]

Elaborating on the other character's Deals as well for fun

Tom is a juvenile starman in this AU and was sent down with a mentor to learn the proper ways of being a starman deluxe when he grows up, but his mentor was immediately killed by Buzz Buzz. So Tom just aimlessly wandered a bit until he was captured by the happy-happyists who were gonna make him their new idol or something when Edd came along and rescued him! For a moment Tom assumed Edd was gonna beat him up because he's the boy from the prophecy but Edd just said "Why would I do that? Why are we even enemies?" and that convinced Tom to join him! But now he's also grappling with some guilt about being The Traitor Starman

Tord has an older brother in this AU who's Red Leader (stole this idea from mxttellion's red army headcanons) but he's not leading an army that's gonna take over the world he's just the leader of a gang of misfits, The Sharks. Well that doesn't sit well with Tord's parents At All, which is why they send their younger, non-troublemaker son off to boarding school. Tord misses his family real bad and later on there's a tearful reunion between him and Red that goes a bit hand in hand with Edd's troubles

Edd is a very normal kid. He's not a super genius like Tord or a powerful alien like Tom or even a revived PSI user like Matt. He's just some kid with the weight of the world thrust upon him. All of a sudden he's at the center of a prophecy and has to save the world from ultimate demise. Not to mention his neighbour has turned to the dark side and gone from a laughable bully to a genuine force of evil. He's so overwhelmed by all this. He doesn't want any of it. He wants to go home. He wants to lay in his mom's arms and eat his favourite meal. He wants to be carefree like his friends in the clubhouse. Edd also feels like he could have stopped Eduardo from going down the path of giygas. Maybe if he had been a bit nicer this wouldn't have happened (it still would have and he has to accept it) (we're also playing with the concept of edd going mad with power cause y'all know i love that, but that's gonna be more of a tiny subtle theme in which he gets overzealous with his PSI abilities, sees other people who came into contact with PSI lose their minds like mr carpainter (jon in this AU) and monotoli (mark in this AU) and he realises he's gotta dial it down. But like i said this one's more subtle)

(digging in your inbox at lightning speeds) hi hi hi hi eddbound matt. whats his deal. who killed him and why and can i help kill him /positive

Matt, the stuck up son of the stuck of major of Threed, bought a bunch of votes for prom king, and then someone tries to play a prank on him at prom because he has PSI powers but it goes HORRIBLY WRONG and then he dies and later is revived by giygas like the rest of threed's deceased and his first thought is "i bought all those prom king votes FOR NOTHING!!!"

the team later recreates the prom for some gay shenanigans and wholesome team building

Very important details also 👇

[obsessive-sin]

Pls do some breeding kink hc for tord 😭

Haven't had the energy to write recently but god this lives in my head rent free. This man is MENACE

- It starts out subtle. Once Tord cum inside his s/o, he'll stay inside them for just a little longer. He'll stop them from trying to get up, making the excuse that he just wants to kiss them once more before finally pulling out.

- He becomes fixated on making sure he's inside his s/o when he cums, even if he has a condom on. Any time his s/o suggests he pulls out (whether that be if they just want to watch him cum or have him cum on them), he argues heavily and presses himself as deep as can inside them.

- At some point, Tord stops being as subtle and goes full on, "I love filling you with my cum :)" and his s/o figures it out.

- If his s/o is okay with it, he'll go all out. Often, he'll tie them up and just fill them over and over until the both of them are exhausted. Praises them and rambles about breeding them and raising a child (even if his s/o can't get pregnant, he'll talk their ear off unless it bothers them).

- Will also cockwarm them for increasingly long periods of time after he fills them. He'll hold them there, murmuring praise and sweet nothings as he presses kiss after kiss onto their skin.

- Tord is a big fan of plugging up his s/o's hole and will experiment with different kinds of plugs if his s/o is fine with it. Tries things that range from regular plugs to vibrating plugs. His s/o's gotta feel pleasure too :).

- Going back to the tied up thing, Tord would research the best positions to keep his s/o in and then just. Pound them until either his s/o uses the safe word or until he's satisfied (while also making sure his s/o is satisfied). Whichever comes first. Absolutely loves how his s/o writhes and can't seem to stop clenching hard around him when he cums inside them.

[obsessivelyloved]

I’m an idiot and deleted the original post instead of the reblog so I have to repost it :(. I’ll fix it up later when I have time but for now, here’s the fic again. Takes place after this little fic.

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No matter how many times you called out for him on the watch, Edd wasn’t answering. You wanted to cry in frustration but you had to keep going. You had to get out of… wherever you were and avoid those endo robots.

You’ve never hated anything more in your life.

Each time you had to turn back around with your flashlight, the fear never went away. It got worse when some of the endos actually started moving. And eventually, you had no choice but to go inside a room and lock the door.

As you hugged your knees, sitting against the door, you chewed your lip. Maybe the endos would forget about you and leave? You really hoped that’s what would happen.

Tears fill your eyes and you sniffle. Across the room something moves. You can hear its fans whirring and its subtle movement. Quickly, you turn your flashlight on and see two broken animatronics slumped on the ground not far from you.

Neither of them was in very good shape. From what you could see, one was missing his right eye and the other was missing his right foot and left leg. Both had long sleeved shirts, the colors on both bright and oddly enough, reminded you of Tord’s outfit.

If you hadn’t heard the moving you would have easily thought that they were harmless.

Your hands shake. But the flashlight soon dies and you’re left in the dark. Things just keep getting worse and worse. Your mind races as you press yourself against the door. You can’t help but sniffle again.

You can hear one of them, or maybe it’s both of them, shuffle and move in the dark. Now’s an appropriate time to cry, you think. It’s not like there was anyone around to make fun of you anyway. A sob leaves your mouth against your will.

Instantly, three red circles glow. All it takes is for one animatronic to lunge out at you, one red eye getting close to you, and you’re crushed in the arms of one of the animatronics.

“No!” you scream. “Let me go! Let me go!”

Neither of them answer.

You’re quickly passed to the other animatronic and tightly hugged to his chest. You don’t stop screaming or crying. It gets worse. The animatronics chest starts to heat up and for a few minutes you’re scared you’re going to be burned to death. That’d be a terrible way to go.

You cry and sniffle but as what feels like hours pass, the animatronic doesn’t get any hotter. In fact, it actually feels kind of nice. The other animatronic rubs your back and a music box starts playing.

Your eyes grow heavy against the animatronics soft shirt. You wriggle one last time before against your will, you sink into sleep.

* * * * * * * *

“Hey there boss, been a while huh?”

Red stood there in the doorway, hand clenching the doorknob tightly. He couldn’t begin to describe how he felt seeing the child in his old friend’s arms, fast asleep. It wasn’t like he had time to process it all anyway.

Loud thundering footsteps echoed through the halls and he quickly stepped in and locked the door. There was no need to wake the child. Not after they were finally sleeping.

“Good to know our systems are connected and the tracking still works.”

Red pressed a finger to his lips.

Paul rolled his only eye.

A message appeared on an old server, one that Red hadn’t touched in a long time.

📩Paul: Kid’s out cold, it read. Pat’s heater still works and it did the trick.

Knowing that the other two could see, Red nodded. He sat down next to them as quietly as he could. I thought you two had been deactivated. Neither Tord or I could reach you two, he sent back to both of them.

📩Pat: We were. The kid’s crying woke us, forcing our systems to activate. Poor thing was sobbing their eyes out in the dark. Pat shifted them in his arms. Probably just tired. Kids aren’t supposed to be up this late.

Red closed his eye and leaned against Paul.

Thank you for putting them to sleep. I’ve been chasing them all night.

Paul snorts at that but none of them send any more messages. They’re all more than content to stay like this. Together again.

It’s even greater when morning comes. The office systems are finally back online and connect to Red once again.

Pizzaplex closed for maintenance, a message plays across Red’s eyes. Unknown when opening again.

He repeats the message to Paul and Pat.

“Good,” Paul said. “Now take the kid with you. I’m sure Tord would love to play.”

Red shakes his head. “No. They need more sleep. And you two are coming back with me. It’s ridiculous that they never even bothered to try and fix you.”

Neither of them says anything. Pat shifts the kid in his arms and turns his heater back on. The three of them stay together for a few more hours, taking comfort in each other’s presence.

After Red’s sure that the child has been asleep for at least eight hours, he instructs Paul to hold the child and carries Pat. Surprisingly they stay fast asleep the entire long trek to the daycare. They even surprised Red by staying asleep as he switched back with Tord and then back again inside the dark daycare.

They’re unceremoniously swaddled in blankets and laid on a mat. All three animatronics keep an eye on them, once again huddled close together.

* * * * * *

You wake to a bunch of lights turning on, confused and relieved to be alive.

“Good morning sunshine!” Tord chirps, peeling the blankets off of you. “Say morning to our friends!”

Oh god the two broken animatronics followed you up here. However you got here. Actually, Red probably hunted you down after you fell asleep and brought you here. But why were the other two here?!

Tord gives you a little poke and you blurt out, “Morning!” Just as you did to Red that night, you book it up one of the play structures.

You hear Tord sigh but you can’t hear what he tells the other two. Wait… Is it really morning? What happened to Edd?

“Edd!” you whisper to your watch. Your heart sinks as you get no response. You try again and again until you lay down, eyes stinging and your stomach rumbling. You really hoped he was okay. And that the two broken animatronics didn’t kill you

[jelly-fried-rice]

Hello!!! i hope ur doing great!!

So may i request Matt x tom in which matt confesses to tom in the most absurd way possible? :D

Oh my lord first ask here we go- I imagine he wouldn't do anything too drastic or absurd, but this is definitely out of the norm. Just as if he never really dated someone seriously before so he goes searching in ways to let someone know they like them and he comes across a bird website without reading it's for birds-

[[Edit: oh my god this whole thing deleted itself sorry this took so long- Luckily I keep short back ups in my google drive when I write. And sorry it's not my best work, but these are drabbles after all]]

Matt x Tom

Matt confessing to Tom in an absurd way.

As much as Matt comes off as a confident guy, he over thinks a lot. And with overthinking, comes extensive planning and researching. Lots of note taking

He likes Tom as much as he likes himself, but he never had to impress himself before so he wouldn't know what exactly gets people "wowed"

Matt searches of subtle ways that you can confess to someone, but something that would make an impact for sure! And what better resource to use other than trusty Google?

He used Tom's laptop instead of using his phone like a normal person. Probably just to get time to talk to him and bring up conversation. Well, it worked!

Ignoring the fact he didn't check the domain of the website or the title of the article, he quickly got to reading.

Dancing? That's a way to confess to someone and attract them to you? He did take ballet in year 4 of school- No. He hasn't practiced in years so he wouldn't be up to perform.

Building? Like, what, a house? No, he couldn't do any arts and crafts let alone a whole building.

Singing? A love confession through a song would be sweet- if he could only remeber the lyrics of any song. He could hum for sure, but his memory was never the best so memorizing lyrics could take months!

Rocks! Well, more like pebbles and stones to be exact. Something that looks pretty and would be easy to carry? Matt can get behind that! It would be a sure way to get Tom to notice his feelings towards him, right? Sentimental things seemed to be something Tom cared about, since he had the same guitar bass for years and kept his childhood bear in mint condition.

With a short shout of "fuck", Tom has retracted his foot from the floor only to find a smooth and pointed stone. He raised a brow in annoyance and sighed, bending over and picking up the amber stone. It's pretty for sure, but nothing he would think about at first glance.

He placed it on his desk, to question Tord later on about it. Lord knows this was one of his stupid ways of minorly inconveniencing the Brit in his day-to-day schedule.

"Tord better have a good excuse for putting tiny hazards in my room again-"

He turned to his bed, only to have the utter look of disbelief on his face.

A whole pile of pebbles and small stones, neatly piled on his freshly made bed. Either Tord was seriously fucking with him or it was the other two. He leaned towards the ladder, mostly due to the fact that Tord would have left his bed a mess or even hide the stones underneath the covers, the messy way it was before he got back home. But now it was neatly made along with a large pile of rocks sitting innocently enough on top.

And with a quick knock and no other warning, Matt barged into Tom's room. Which was quite odd seeing as Matt usually hated to invade someone else's personal space in such a way.

Matt looked as if he were the one supposed to be in shock.

"Tom! Uh, you were out with Edd minutes ago- I promise I have a good explanation!" Matt scrambled to hide the bag behind his back, but it was no use. The clinking sound of stones clashing against each other was a dead giveaway, not to mention the guilt on his face alone.

That's when Tom remembered the tab left open on his laptop. The bird courting rituals- surely Matt wasn't doing what he thought he was?

"Matt, you DO realize that certain birds give stones and pebbles to thier potential mate, not humans. Right?"

...

A long, uncomfortable 5 seconds of silence passed. At this point Matt didnt bother to hide the bag in his hand any longer. He looked disappointed, but also nervous since he knew Tom had common sense and put two and two together. Wait- since when did his face suddenly feel so hot?

"Y-you mean I gathered all these pretty stones for nothing?"

The dark eyed man approached the ginger calmly, taking the bag and placing those on his desk along with the amber stone. He pulled in the taller man into a comforting hug and sighed.

"I accept the pebbles and your silly confession Matt. But lord help me if I find a pebble in bed while I'm sleeping tonight."

[secreteddsworldblog]

Can I Buy You A Drink?

Eduardo x M!reader

You really don't know how you thought going to a bar to drink Diet Cola all alone was a good idea. Though you're not really in the right set of mind to make reasonable choices.

 You've recently had a mutual break up from a long term relationship. Years, not petty months, walked out the door. Regardless if you were the one who brought up the conversation when confronting your Ex about the change of mannerism towards you it still hurt. You still felt like the Dumpy. 

Even a month now since the night it ended you still felt an overwhelming sense of loss. You're no stranger to the feeling though. You've actually had worse relationships you rather not think about unless you want to go into a fit of sobs between Cola sips. 

"Another diet cola please," you had already gone through a few cans but didn't want to stop. It's your favorite drink. Why not indulge in things to make yourself better? You're actually really picky with what you drink. Nothing makes it past your lips unless its water, milk, and Cola. 

"You've had enough, sir!" The bartender was in the middle of drying a wet drinking glass with a yellowed white rag. 

How dare he deny you, you're a paying customer, and in pain, "I know when to stop!"

From just the right distance away to hear the exchange sat Eduardo who was had been deep in thought about his own moarning. He always considered himself a tough man, the definition of machismo, someone who can't be knocked down. 

Many would say he has no right to feel the way he does after how he behaved before the life changing event he had to go through. But sometimes it takes a rude awakening to trigger a well needed over due self reflection and change in character. 

Eduardo's head perked up the moment he heard a man ask for another diet cola. Who orders diet cola at a bar? Besides him that is. If someone can enjoy a diet cola enough to drink it everywhere then obviously it's someone with good taste like him.

Temporarily getting out of his own head he got up and reached the counter, " Bartender, I DEMAND you bring a pair of diet colas for my friend and I!" 

"FINE, Mr Eduardo," the bartender slammed the glass he was working on down and went to get the cold refreshments firmly holding them out, "But this is all either of you is getting tonight."

"Whatever," Eduardo passed one of the cans over to you, "Cheers!"

You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel a little bit of second AND first hand embaressment. It's not everyday a cute rando just comes up and makes somewhat of a scene for you. You have a feeling he's the kind of guy who calls out underpaid fast food joint employees when they put pickles in his friends bugers when they asked for none. 

With the sound of a 'Tink' from cans tapping you lightened up a little. It would do you some good to know new people. Not in a thottie way. You've had to move  homes for a fresh start, staying in that house with the memories were only going to make things harder for you to recover from, so you're actually in unknown territory.  

"So what's a guy like you doing drinking cola all alone?" Eduardo glaced at you from the corner of his eyes still letting the diet cola can hover next to his lips after the first sip. You didn't know what he meant by 'a guy like you'. Though you weren't the most traditionally masculine looking bloke at the bar compared to him. You wouldn't go as far as calling yourself an E-boy but you're definetly decked out in more of a casual alternative attire. Some would call you a pretty boy, like your Ex before he stopped-

"Probably for the same reason you are?" It was strange to see someone else drinking the same thing alone- Unless this is normal for a guy like him. He didn't look like a traditional loner but weirdos come in all sorts of flavors. You knew that fairly well. 

Other broken souls in the bar are getting properly drunk and a man out with the boys would only drink non-alcoholic beverages if he's the designated driver.

"I see... You come here often?" He lowered his drink to have his other arm reach over to scratch the back of his head. Eyes avoiding yours. 

"No. I'm fairly new 'round these parts," You paused for a second deciding to say something risky, "Do you want me to come here often?" A little flirting never hurt anyone. It might be too soon to get back on the sattle but you weren't looking for anything serious any time soon nor were you planning to go far while you're still healing. You just miss being who you used to be before devoting yourself to you Ex. Your confidence wasn't always real but you'd love to go back to being the cocky flirts you used to be. Seeing just how many people call fall for you knowing you can have absolutely anyone. 

Eduardo seemed to almost spit his drink seeing his subtle attempt at hitting on you be returned. "A-Are you serious?" His eyes widened a little looking at you. He must have been on the market and unsuccesful for quite some time hm? He hadn't been seen in a serious relationship since the one with his own Ex, Laurel. 

"Why wouldn't I be?" You flex your classic side smirl and eyebrow raise. You might be a little rusty and you could use some practice in the mirror before trying that on anyone else.

Eduardo seem to have trouble thinking of what to say next only to be saved by his phone ringing, "S'cuse me, I have to take this-". On his phone Mark's icon and name popped up. 

Mark had it together and seemed to have taken the loss a lot better than Eduardo. He was the more mature one of the trio and because of that he took it upon himself to look after eduardo  remaining roommates with him. 

As Eduardo went to a less crowded corner of the bar you checked your own phone. 

You had roommates of your own. Some pals who ARE locals of this town. One of them even owns a music shop a few blocks form the bar. You couldn't trust yourself to exist alone after the break up so they were nice enough to let you move in as long as you helped around the store and did you part of house chores. 

You scoffed at the text from Kasey the other roommate who has an online business and likes to call himself an 'influencer.' 

[Kasey]: Are you still being a lil bitch baby? Where are you? Bill and I are going to lock you out of the house if you stay out late again.

With a roll of your eyes you respond back saying you'll be home in a bit. Even though they were nice enough to take you in the dynamic between the three could be considered playfully rude but tipping too close over the line into toxic. Kasey could say 'Fuck you' and you could say 'Eat my ass' then go out for a movie. 

"Sorry about that. My roommate was checking up on me". Eduardo sat back down looking at your face wondering why you looked peeved. 

Rent must be terrible in this town. It seemed everyone had a roommate. "That's fine. So were mine. I have to split actually-" You got up slyly putting your coat jacket on waiting to see if the man really was interested in you enough to say anything about seeing you again.

"O-Oh wait. How often are you thinking of coming by this spot?" Eduardo didn't have many people to see when he left home. Aside from a stiff friendship with Tom. Since the incident they've bonded over their hatred for Tord. They took turns doing each other's interests like watching a sporting event when it's Eduardo's turn to pick the activity or going to a concert when it was Tom's night. It would usually end in some fight over bashing each others choices but they always silently made up and made plans for another night. 

"Mmmm. I don't know really," it was the truth. Even if you were to say what days you'd potentially show up it wasn't for sure. You'd play hard to get but this could become a good friendship. Someone who isn't calling you slurs, reclaimable between you and your roommates among themselves of course, and someone who might actually like you. "Here, let me save my number in you phone-" You reach out placing you hand on his forarm that held the phone testing to see if he'd flinch or push you away from the gentle touch. 

Eduardo felt goosebumps from around you touch. You could have sworn you saw a hint of green blush on his face. No one really touches him besides Mark when he pats Eduardo on the back when he things he needs it. "S-sure". 

You glided your hand from where it was to his hands sliding the phone out from his grasp. Your brain did a buffer effect when seeing the person that was his lock screen. A guy with small eyes, light brown hair, and blue button up. Who was this? This better not be some unnamed boyfriend. You didn't take him for a cheater. You still saved your number on his phone but took a mental note not to flirt as much until you know for sure the guy was single. Even if it's just casual the last thing you want to be is a homewrecker. 

You handed the phone over back to him, "See ya." Okay, you can spare a wink before walking away from him. 

Eduardo sat there confused. That really happened. He really got someone's phone number. He took one last sip from his diet cola before setting down the money to pay for their drinks. 

Authors note:

What's up fellow LGBTs. I didn't see any xM!Reader content much less for Eddsworld charas so I took it upon myself to actually provide for any of the other losers who simp for Eduardo. Might do a love triangle down the line tho- 

[nuge]

Wait! I’m the worst at keeping up with hockey news, I know the whole thing with Pld being traded (and him wanting a trade) but what happened between him and Tords?

(Sorry if it’s random, I just curious over your post over feeling less bad)

ok so basically last year PLD was their top scorer last year. this season torts, according to pld’s agent, was trying to “expose” pld.

during a game against Tampa, pld was on ice for only 3:55 and lost an offensive puck battle. after the game, torts was like “oh you’ll know when i bench a player” not being subtle at all. torts went on to say that players have to earn their minutes the “proper way”.

shortly, pld requested a trade during late December 2020, after signing a 10 million dollar deal during the jackets training camp. pld said that the trade request doesnt have anything to do with torts. torts said he would never give anyone special treatment no matter how ‘big’ of a player you were. he also said that the locker room is fine without pld and they’re ‘transparent’. y’all can prob read between the lines that this was PR 🥴 i mean u can say it was ‘irreconcilable differences’ between a player and their coach but that seems to minimalize that.

another point is that - if torts wanted to leverage pld for a huge blockbuster trade, why didn’t he put him in more so the rest of the nhl can see what a huge asset pld would be? torts said he wouldn’t stand in the way if a player wanted to leave but then benched him for the rest of his time here. so. take what you will with that.

anyway do u remember how torts tried to break into the flames locker room after the flames put their 4th line as starters and then a huge brawl came out of that cause torts then put the nuck’s 4th line out? not saying that is the same torts but maybe it’s the same torts.

[musicollage]

Tore Brunborg. Slow Snow, 2015. ACT 9586-2. ( Guitar, Electronics – Eivind Aarset )    ~ 

[ Album Review | London Jazz News ]

Tore Brunborg hasn’t had the international acclaim of other Norwegian saxophonists such as Jan Garbarek, from an earlier generation, or Marius Neset, from a later one. But a career stretching over more than three decades has seen him perform with stars including Manu Katché and Pat Metheny. British audiences have heard him with John Taylor in the Anglo-Scandinavian trio Meadow or, more likely, in pianist Tord Gustavsen’s quartet. His typical contribution to a Gustavsen gig is to supply whisper quiet accompaniment to the leader’s devoutly devotional piano, then bring things to a long-awaited climax with some relatively unrestrained tenor sax preaching when Gustavsen eventually finds his gospel groove.

The first track here replays that arc rather precisely, with Brunborg himself furnishing the soft piano chords that establish the atmosphere, fully two minutes before the saxophone joins in. It sets the style for much of the set. Pleasant if not especially striking themes and simple motifs. A disinclination to use three chords where two will do. Harmonic or even melodic movement emerging slowly. Unhurried, understated, and a thousand miles from the clattery rhythms and bustling lines of contemporary New York post bop.

It is a familiar musical neighbourhood – most jazz listeners would take this for an ECM recording in a blindfold test – perhaps even a little too familiar. Steinar Raknes on bass has some fine grooves. Per Oddvar Johansen on drums is not given a lot to do much of the time, but does it unobtrusively well.

The secret sauce here is Eivind Aarset’s guitar, whose sound has so many dimensions it must arise from some kind of fractal process. The easiest contributions to peg are the ocasional Frisell-ish twangs and brief fuzz-filled outbursts. But there are a host of other subtle colourings and commentaries. His constantly changing additions to the soundscape are an excellent, electronically enhanced complement to the solidly rooted lyricism of the saxophone. Like Brunborg, he is more likely to hint at deep feeling below the surface than indulge in anything more demonstrative – sometimes Scandinavian jazz can seem very English that way. But the combination is transformative, producing a carefully wrought session that is more than the sum of its parts.

[baconcolacan]

Haha you're probably so sick of these au swaps but im really invested!

I imagine if S!Tom and R!tom changed places spiritually instead, just imagine R!Tom waking up (in S!Toms body) freaking out because 1 he cant see shit and 2 someone is hugging him from behind?? Stay Tomm from the other hand..Oh..god. I doubt he'd be able to defend himself with R!Toms injuries

HAHAHA NOT AT ALL! Its good brain exercise for my creative flow, I dont mind the au swaps at all.

Oh definitely, R!Tom would NOT handle suddenly being blind too well. He'd probably think Tord had done something to him while he was asleep, plus he HATES physical contact so he would definitely freak out and start kicking/hitting at whoever is hugging him. This of course causes S!Tord to yell and curse "AY FY FAEN!!" which would only DOUBLE R!Tom's panic at hearing an (almost) familiar voice speak Norwegian. He'll tumble out of the bed in his panic and back away as much as he can until his back hits the wall, but he won't move since he cant see, though his fight instincts will be dialed up HIGH and will be ready to retaliate if anybody even comes CLOSE. Then...he starts seeing heat signatures. Which freaks him out EVEN MORE. "Owwww fuck! Thomas what the hell was that for?!"

The figure on the bed says, and Tom has no doubts that it's Tord. He growls and somehow his throat makes an animalistic sound, which, huh cool, but also not his main focus right now. "You stay the fuck back Larsin or so help me god I will KILL you."

That seems to make Tord pause on the bed. "...Kjaere that isn't funny."

Tom bears his teeth and somehow they feel sharper, he hears Tord pull in a quiet breath. "Come any closer and we'll see who's laughing you bastard."

They stay in silence for a while, and Tord's....fidgeting? On the bed. "What...is going on? Love are you...okay? What-" "Do NOT fucking call me that." Somehow his words sounded jumbled, a clicking noise in his throat followed after his growl. "Kjae- T-Tom..." That makes Tom pause at least. Tord never really called him Tom- at least not when he isn't trying to annoy him- plus...the way he said it seems...different somehow?? "Please...be calm, your hound, you're starting to trigger a shift...doesn't it hurt??" His what?? What in the world is happening?? "What are you-" Suddenly a door bursts open and Tom is back to raising his hackles. An actual goddamned hiss tears out from his throat as a new presence runs into the room. But...the scent (?) is familiar, and....he doesn't feel threatened by it. "...Daddy??"

Pup. Puppy. His (?) pup. His child- what??? he doesn't have a child!! - his pup. He makes a few clicking sounds before he could stop himself. The new presence stops. Then chirps. Suddenly he's all fours and running towards his pup the kid (?), he feels something lashing behind him as he curls himself around the kid before leaning up to growl low at Tord still on the bed. "...Uh...pappa??" The kid burrows himself closer to Tom, who calms down a bit at the action and lowers himself just a little. "What...is happening??" "I...don't know, puffin...." It takes a while, but eventually, AK manages to corral his dad (?) away from his papa. Meanwhile Tord makes a call to get Bing down to the cabin to find out just what the hell is going on. Why is Tom acting so strange?? ...And how come a partial shift didn't seem to hurt him?? ---- So....his eyes are back. Thats...wow, weird?? But....it seems like he's lost every other sense he had as a hellhound. Everything feels dull and limited. He cant feel any heat signatures, scents dont differentiate each other anymore. He can't feel the thrum of his hound in his veins. His body....ough fuck, holy hell. What the fuck ate him up and spat him out??? He sees all the bandages on him, and wondered how the fuck he wasn't dead yet. A door opened. Tom looks up and almost reels back in shock. T...Tord?? No, wait, how could...he's young, 30 at most, there are subtle differences to him, but he looks exactly like his husband used to when they were in their 30s. ...And why is he dressed like a douchebag?? What the hell?? "T...Elskede?"

'Tord' seemed to come at an abrupt stop as the door closed behind him. His one eye went wide, though it wouldn't be obvious to outsiders, Tom was extremely familiar with Tord's emotions when he tried to keep them subtle. Then a smile crawled up his face. And it looked too cold. "Hm, interesting..." Tom found himself wincing at the tone of voice 'Tord' used. It sounded too hollow, too distant, too...eerie, he supposed. His husband never spoke to him like that, as if he were some interesting toy. "I was wondering if you ever picked up on my language...." 'Tord' approached him, and suddenly all of Tom's senses were screaming at him to get out- His hands stopped before he could lift them. He was strapped down. What the hell?! "Have you been keeping secrets from me, Thomas?" 'Tord' was at his side now, and Tom flinched when his flesh hand came to caress the side of his face. "Did you study my mother tongue for me?" 'Tord' chuckled low, a cruel little laugh, as he gripped at Tom's chin to forcibly make him look at him. "I feel so touched!"

Tom felt his blood go cold. This man....isn't his husband....

"Won't you say it again, Thomas?" Red frowned at him, trying to look pleading, but his grip deepened more and more as Tom kept his silence, enough that his fingers were starting to dig into his skin. FUCK! THAT HURTS! Tom growled and pulled his head away, only for Tord to grip at his cheeks and yank him back towards him as he cried out. "Oh, no no no no no!" Red tutted at him as he held his face in a bruising grip. "You don't get to play with my feelings like that Thomas! How could you say something so sweet then suddenly act so cold??" Red tilted his head. "That's not very nice you know."

Tom scowled up at him. "Go fuck yourself, Larsin." He hissed.

Red chuckled. "Oh well." He said before letting Tom go only to grab him by the neck and slam him backwards on the bed, causing Tom to yelp and choke as the hold on him tightened.

He tried to break out of the hold, humans weren't as strong as hounds. But....he can't. What in the world is happening?! "I don't mind doing things the hard way."

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hahaha I did have fun! As much as I could on a business trip anyway lmao. And the rest was good and well and long <3 I saw lots of birds.

[the-stoned-priestess]

Hello,

I’m happy to have found your space and am enjoying reading your posts and readings.

If possible, I would really appreciate a reading from you about my life over the next 3 years please. My initials are KM.

Thank you very much, I am grateful for any guidance you are able to provide! ⭐️

Thank you! Welcome to my blog! 🥰

My readings are no longer covering future-related questions for free. Sorry if this is an inconvenience.

Past was about expansion, movement and time spent away from home, romance, meetings and gatherings, new opportunities, and long distance communications.

You may have wanted to speed things up, subtle a matter of concern, or branch out on your own.

Someone has caused you to make changes in your thinking or current plans and a better arrangement may have been made.

In the past you were in a positive frame of mind and unusually light or confident due to a new discovery or your thoughts were turned tord love an romance.

An unpleasant occurrence has risen with a friend over something that was misrepresented or misunderstood.

Now, things have shifted toward delays, setbacks, and reassessments; Mental, physical, or emotional exhaustion. You are longing for something interesting to happen, but depressed by obstacles and in no mood for any further demands.

You want or very soon want a friend or lover to return, or a real relationship based on tenderness and mutual enchantment, nothing less.

You have or will experience a let down or disappointment, but will have an off button that will allow you to withdraw from stress rather than be hurt or emotionally overwhelmed.

You are or will very soon feel restless and unhappy due to setbacks, disappointments, or delays, and you won’t want to put anymore effort into anything.

The work that you ordinarily love to do will become unbearable chore and you will be frustrated in other areas as well.

This is not a propitious time for any venture, and a rash decision could result in loss. It will also be very hard for you to keep the faith and not get slipped into negative thinking or race conscious beliefs.

When you seek the reason for a negative situation, it only serves to amplify the condition in height and the frustration, because where thoughts go, energy flows. When you are in tune with God, the right answers come. You need more perspective.

It is best to not forge ahead blindly. Slow down, plan carefully, and proceed with caution. Get a second opinion if necessary.

[statistically-unlikely-monster]

Jon’s Not Dead- Prologue

1280 words. It kinda sucks, but I never been good at beginnings. :/ Hope you enjoy!

Bad days are hard enough, but bad weeks are even worse. Especially for Tord and his loyal soldiers, Paul and Patryk. Tom destroyed the giant robot, his arm and face was brutally ripped up in the crash, his plan for world domination was dismantled, and any sort of pity from his former friends was lost. In short, so much bad luck had hit him at once at he felt physically winded.

He was in his base’s common room, reading manga as Patryk tended to his damaged arm. It was beyond saving according to the medic and would soon need to be amputated. Tord wasn’t looking forward to the loss of an arm, but he figured that at least he wouldn’t need to have it constantly injected with pain killers.

“This might sting a bit,” Patryk warned his leader, dabbing the injection site with a bit of alcohol. 

Tord hissed at the sudden pain, but forced himself to stay still.

“Sorry sir,” Patryk apologized, sticking a needle full of novocaine into the spot, “There, that should keep the pain down a bit.” He unrolled a roll of bandages, and wrapped the arm like mummy, “The amputation is some time this afternoon, sir.”

“Good. Anything on what happened to the loser and his friends?”

“If you mean Tom, him and the others got apartments somewhere in town. I don’t think they’ll be after us anytime soon.”

“What about that other house I blew up?”

“The remaining two moved into the same apartment building. I don’t think they know it was you.”

“Good...Did Paul ever come back from his recon mission? I haven’t seen him all day.”

“I don’t think so. I wouldn’t worry about it though. He probably got lost or something.” 

“Let’s hope so. Last time he went MIA, he got his hand stuck in a slushie machine at a 7/11. I still don’t know how he managed that one.”

With a shrug, Patryk got up, “I’m gonna go call him. Need anything while I’m gone sir?”

“A cigar would be great.”

Both went silent upon hearing a loud thud on the door. After a few seconds, the person on the other side started banging on the door as if trying to break it off the hinges. No one was supposed to know about the location of the base. Shouts and rabid screaming could be heard from the other side.

“...Sir, I think you should get it.” Patryk whispered, his heart racing.

“No no no. That’s clearly for you. You should get it.” Tord returned.

“Oh, I insist you get it.”

“As your leader I command you to get it.”

“...Yeah, that’s fair.”

Pulling his gun off his back, Patryk crept to the front door with cat-like steps. The pounding on the door continued, progressively getting harder and harder. Patryk slowly unlocked the door, only for it to fly open and smack him in the face. 

There, bright red and shaking from pure fiery rage, was Eduardo. (Or as Tord calls him, cheap ripoff Edd.) Paul was passed out from being used like a knocker, hanging limply from Eduardo’s clenched fist on the back of his coat. Behind Eduardo was a significantly less angry Mark.

“YOU! I GOT A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU!” Eduardo growled, lunging at Tord like a wild beast.

Tord flinched. The only thing that saved him from Eduardo pummeling him was Mark, whom had him by the shoulders, “Eduardo, le-”

“SHUT UP MARK AND LET ME GO!” Eduardo roared, dropping Paul like a sack of potatoes, “HE’S THE MOTHERF*CKER THAT KILLED JON! LET ME AT HIM!”

“No!”

Several things had taken Tord off guard with this one moment. First, someone actually found the base and got past the guards. Second, this civilian beat the snot out of Paul and managed to land a hit on Patryk. Third, he was being threatened. Someone was actually threatening the leader of the Red Army. On one hand, Tord was impressed, but on the other he was just confused.

“H-How? How did you even get here?” Tord asked, pulling away from Eduardo as he swiped at him.

“You are the only warehouse in the area with a Red Army symbol on it.” Mark explained, sounding ultimately unfazed by the situation.

(Flashback)

Paul and Patryk finished off the last of the spray cans. Both were covered in sweat from being out in the sun painting the side of the warehouse. Tord, smiling genuinely for once, handed them each a bottle of water as they climbed down from their shaky ladders.

“This is perfect. You two did great,” Tord applauded them, “Now there’s no way we can forget where the base is.”

Paul threw his coat onto the dirt, and guzzled his water, “I’m just glad to be done.”

“Sir,” Patryk asked, “Couldn’t this reveal our location to our enemies? This isn’t exactly subtle.”

“Hmmm...Nah, it’s fine.” Tord replied.

(Back to the present)

“...Okay, in my defense, it seemed like a good idea at the time,” Tord sighed at his own stupid decision, “Wait- how are you two not dead? I had guards stationed around every entrance. You should have more holes than swiss cheese.”

“What guards? We just walked in the front door.” Mark asked.

Tord then remembered something very important. Most of the soldiers were off that day.

He groaned, “Forbann helgen og alt det gir- fine. What do you two want?”

“REVENGE FOR JON YOU SON OF A NORWEGIAN PROSTITUTE!” Eduardo roared, snapping at Mark in an attempt to free himself. Mark only wrapped the material around his fist. 

“...Norwegian prostitute?”Tord muttered in confusion at the insult, getting up from his chair and setting his manga aside. He groaned, “Look. If I bring your friend back, will you leave me alone?”

“Can I get at least one punch in?” Eduardo asked, seeming to calm down a bit.

“Ugh, fine. One punch,” Tord agreed begrudgingly.

With a sh*t eating grin, Eduardo reeled back his fist, and punched Tord with full force in the gut. Tord toppled over like a fallen tree, groaning and clutching his stomach in pain. 

Patryk chipped in, finally recovering from the hard blow to the head, “Are you okay sir?!”

“Call the medic,” Tord groaned, “I think there’s internal bleeding.”

“That’s what you get for promising a bunch of bs!” Eduardo replied, “There’s no way that you of all people could bring him back.”

Tord slowly stood back up, using Patryk’s coat and Paul’s head to pull himself off the ground, “I can. There’s this book I used to come back from being a zombie.Patryk, bring me the intercom phone.”

Patryk ran to the other side of the room, and came back with a small, Nokia style phone with a Red Army symbol painted on the back. Tapping in the room code 777, he called the only other soldier in the base, “Hello, Dr. Devin? Remember that book I gave you? …No, the black one. It says Necronomicon on it… What?... How did you lose it?! It’s huge!... What little witch girl?... Sønn av en- I said not to bring friends here. Do you know where they live?... Okay. Thank you Dr. Devin. I’m coming down actually. I got punched, and I think something may be broken… Ok, goodbye.”

With a sigh, Tord hung up the phone, “Great. Just great. The book was stolen by some kid named Kate. We can find her tomorrow… I’m going to the med bay. Patryk just- put them in in the cells for now.”

“Yes sir,” Patryk replied as Tord limped to the med bay, “You two, come with me.”

[water-hates-learning]

Exist to Die and Still Live On

@mushroomminded wanted angst. I deliver angst.

WARNINGS: Major and multiple character death, implied suicide, murder, mind break, emetophobia, severe bodily harm, wibbly wobbly timey wimey bullshit, The End, angst with no happy ending

Read at your own risk.

(Title from Duck or Ape by Roar)

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Matt’s choking and all he can do is put his face in his hands and wait. He can feel Matt’s hands, slippery with blood, pawing at the hem of his jeans, the gargling gasp as he tries to speak through the cut in his throat, the desperate whimpers of his dying friend.

“I’m sorry,” He says into his palms, unable to look, to cowardly to face what he’s done, “I’m sorry but I have to do this, I have to fix this! It went wrong! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” His face is hot and wet with tears but he still won’t look. It’s only when Matt’s pawing hands stop grasping for him that he glances between his fingers.

All is still.

There is a subtle and rhythmic tink-tink-tink from the kitchen where blood is still dripping into the sink.

He draws in a shaking breath and puts the knife to his own throat.

****

Tom catches him breaking in through a carelessly unlocked window in the middle of the night.

They fight. And, of course, Tom’s drunk.

Tom’s drunk and Tord doesn’t mean to push him that hard. He doesn’t mean to but he does and Tom’s head crashes against the edge of the window.

The wet snap sounds like damp stick being ripped apart. Before he can take in the damage, before he has to look at the wrong angle Tom’s head is at, he flees down the hall. He’s messed up again and he’s learned the hard way that there’s only one thing he can do to set it right.

****

“Stop it!” His voice cracks, breaks, choked by his tears, “Stop it, I don’t want to do this anymore! Just stop it! Please, just stop! sTOP STOP STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP!”

****

When he dies for the first time, it’s an easy death.

He’s old and he’s the only one whose heart is still stubbornly kicking. Although by now, even that stubbornness is fading. He’s sitting quietly, facing the ocean, just taking it all in. He hasn’t seen them in decades, not since he left that day. Somewhere along the line, he just decided to never come back.

So he closes his eyes and lets out a sigh, a last breath, and lets go.

But when he opens his eyes again, something’s gone wrong.

****

Tord keeps trying.

Again and again and again and again.

Reset.

Reset.

RESET.

R E S E T.

No matter what he does, no matter how it ends, he ends up in that hostel in Norway, cold and alone and screaming.

He always wakes up screaming.

****

“The universe is fucking with me,” He says bitterly into coffee so black he can see his exhausted expression reflected back at him, “Or someone’s fucking with me. I…I’m stuck. I don’t know what to do.”

“Sssoooo you’re telling me that you’re stuck in some kind of time loop?” Edd looks skeptical but not dismissive.

“Yes,” Tord says tiredly. He appears well rested, fresh and ready for the day. But there is tired sickness to every line of his body and a defeated blankness behind his eyes.

“You don’t look very panicked about it,” Edd goes to take a drink of Cola and frowns into the empty can, “How many times have we had this conversation?”

“Many times,” Tord murmurs, watching his old friend rise from his chair and head over to the fridge, “I haven’t exactly been counting but…it’s been…a lot…”

Edd hums thoughtfully as he reaches into the fridge and pulls out another can, wedging his finger under the pull tab, “Well, maybe you just need to—ghck!”

His words are cut off by a wet gasp as the pull tab snaps and wedges itself in his throat. Blood sprays from Edd’s neck and paints the fridge red. He drops his can and falls to the floor, gasping and pawing at his neck.

Tord watches this happen with an almost bored look on his face. And it might have been boredom if not for the way his hands are shaking around his coffee mug.

When Edd stops twitching, Tord pushes his chair back and goes to retrieve the gun from the back of the cabinet in the sitting room. Then he has to go find Matt and Tom.

****

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!? WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS TO ME!? PLEASE, JUST STOP! I’D RATHER DIE THAN GO THROUGH THIS ANYMORE! I’D RATHER BE DEAD! I’D RATHER….I’d rather...I’d rather be dead…please…just let me die…”

****

All the times he’s scraped his plans, all the times he’s changed his mind, all the times he’s turned his back on the Red Army, he’s failed in the worst ways possible.

All the times he’s followed his original intentions, all the times he’s gone back to get what he left behind, all those times he’s tried to get away without getting them involved, they’ve always caught him.

Every time they’ve caught him, he’s forced to kill them and then himself so he can start over.

He doesn’t want them to know. They can’t know. They can’t get involved.

But every time, the universe works against him.

****

Except for the one time it doesn’t.

Except that it kind of does.

He’s tries.

Goddamn him, he tries.

He tries to sneak in, only to get caught by Tom.

He tries to drive them off and only succeeds in pushing Tom away.

He tries. He tries so damn hard.

He rips out his own heart and grinds it to dust under the heel of his own stupid robot because, goddamn him, he just wants this to end.

It’s too late. Too late to recover this timeline, too late to save anyone.  He has to destroy this one and start over again and he can’t take it anymore!

“But I thought we were…I thought we were friends…!”

“Ha, no! What would I need friends for when I’ve got this!? I’m unstoppable!” The words tear open his chest and taste like poison on his tongue. He nearly chokes on them. Not his words, not what he wanted to say! But it’s too late, they’re out there, and he all he can do is laugh in maniacal state of panic because, god, what did he do to deserve this? He just wants it to end, please, god, let it end.

“Hey! Sunshine-lollipops!”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“Take a seat!”

This timeline, too, has failed. He has no choice. He sees red, edges blurring through tears, breath choking in his chest because he’d been so close. But of course Tom has to screw things up. Tom, always butting in where he doesn’t belong. Stupid, drunken, unhelpful, annoying, freak-faced Tom.

The blast from the rocket exploding makes the ground shudder.

Matt is screaming. Edd is howling. Tom’s gone under a pile of rubble.

Tord can’t breathe. He panics, sputters words out and flees. He’ll come back and kill the other two later and reset everything. He’ll start over and everything will be okay.

The harpoon tears through the cockpit—tears through his plans—and scores his side like cold fire. Tord chokes on a sob, struggling with the controls, struggling to set things right. Hell, if he could just crash this damn robot into his old friends then maybe they could all die and he could try again. Even if he wants out, even if he doesn’t want to do this anymore, anything’s better than ending like this. Anything’s better than ending with their hatred and their scorn and their lost everything; no memories, no home, no nothing to their names and it’s his fault.

Struggle all he wants, the cogs and gears and winding forces of the world turn against him. They’ve finally steered him onto the path they want and they’re not letting him go.

When Paul and Pat haul him from the crash site, he vomits hot blood and burning stomach acid onto the scorched grass. Chokes down his sobs because if this is how he has to live then, damn it all, he’s not letting his men see him break. Not completely. Not yet.

There will be time for breaking later.

****

“Reset…” He whispers hoarsely into the shadows, barely audible over the beeping machines, nearly delirious from the drugs in his system, “Reset…please…j-just let me…one more time…reset…reset…”

****

Red Leader is sick, they say.

Red Leader is crazy, they say.

Red Leader can’t die, they say.

Red Leader is dangerous, they say.

Red Leader wants three specific men dead.

And they say he will stop at nothing to kill them.

****

The word “RESET” is painted in red beneath the symbol of the Red Army.

****

There’s not much of Tord left, when they find him.

Whatever was there has been scratched out with panic and fever and desperation, with tears and screams and blood.

There is no Tord anymore.

Just Red Leader.

And Red Leader is insane.

[manushoe]

Okay, I can see some of your points there. But listen, I can completely back up Tord being in England at a young age and having a strong accent. I know people who've kept their accent when they moved to America when they were THREE. Plus, in the older episodes before 2008, Tord clearly didn't have a super strong accent, just ever slightly Norwegian. But after he moved away for a few years, he re-gained that strong accent.(Jamie did the wrong accent, but it was very prominent either way.)next,,>>

So you’re going off crappy audio and the fact Tord barely has any sentenced lines. Okay. I’d like for you to turn your attention to this video where he clearly has a Norwegian accent and actually has full out sentenced lines. “Ever slightly Norwegian”? Yeah no, sorry. I don’t think so. Reason why he “re-gained” a strong accent was because of the recasting. You can’t judge a character for branching off from two separate voice actors, because here’s the thing, no voice actor is the same. They tackle the role differently. So therefore you can’t use that as a source. It’s like saying a hospital is horrible because the surgeon fucked up your surgery, but then saying the hospital is absolutely amazing because the revision turned out perfect…by a different surgeon. You would obviously want to focus on the surgeon who performed well than the hospital as a whole.

“I know some Norsks so therefore I can speak for the entirety of them and say they all naturally hate light-hearted sugar*-coated la la music”. Okay. So do my Minnesotan friends. Does that mean they all hate it? No, because not every single living being from a different country or state is going to hate exactly the same thing. I’m just saying. When I research, I try and find as many different opinions and sources as I can. Does that mean I can speak for them? No, it doesn’t, but I can use common sense and I doubt every single Norsk has one same opinion. You never know, some could find happy-go-lucky people refreshing. Some could have it grow on them. This bit isn’t about Tord. This is just me bashing you for only seeing shit in black and white. Moving on.

Again, ASPD can come from childhood trauma. You want me to be specific? Abuse or neglect from parents. Bullies can play a part, but that’s not where the main source comes from. They don’t have a close connection to them as family would. You can’t develop ASPD solely from bullies even if they were over-the-fucking-top, like what you see in movies over-the-top. Let’s say they were. Unlikely, but they were. A good parent would immediately notice something was wrong and proceed to fix it regardless if the child doesn’t speak up. So then the only outcome would leave the child with depression or anxiety or both depending how consistent they were bullied. That’s why that can’t work or else we’d have a bigger percentage of people who are ASPD sufferers.

My Tord has no parents, the caretaker at the orphanage was shit, and he dealt with bullies. That whole “dramatic” thing is why he behaves so fucking terrible as to bring a real gun to a paintball match later on. There is a reason why it’s so fucking “dramatic”. How is that hard to understand? Do you want me to tell you how I developed ASPD? Because it wasn’t as “dramatic” as that. I wasn’t abused as much as him, but you bet I was neglected by my parents, especially by my father. I went to school with so many fake fucking people (not really bullies) and was left out of everything. I knew what betrayal felt like in 4th grade. My grandmother had to pick me up from school, and she still worked so was barely home. Same with my grandfather. I don’t even want to go over what two out of five of my uncles did… (:

Even with all that, my behavior’s not as bad as Tord’s. I had to make things “dramatic” to fit. There are different levels. It depends what someone goes through. Who knows, maybe I made it for personal reasons? Anon, do you have ASPD? No?? Then shut the fuck up. On to the next…

What child isn’t a happy little shit? I’m talking about toddler age. We’re talking about the time when there were barely any children who weren’t social and outgoing. In a real setting, kids didn’t give a fuck if they were bothering somebody. They’d still try and play with them. Even I was a happy little shit. Way calmer than the rest, but still. I handled things the wrong way. I dragged other kids into trouble, but it was fun. I can see a child Tord doing that with Edd, Matt, or Tom. A child doesn’t give a fucking shit what another child acts like until they fully process what their parents or peers are influencing them. They just want to have fun. That’s mostly what they care about at this stage. It’s not that hard to understand.

Did you also forget that Tom’s father was killed right in front of him while he was a toddler? That would traumatize any kid. That’s when Tom started to change. Now if you meant children as in pass the toddler stage, then that still wouldn’t make sense for Tord to dislike Tom, because Tom had already changed the day when his father died. Toddlers wouldn’t dislike another toddler unless that kid was a bossy little bitch because they ruin the fun. Tell me what overly happy kid ruins the fun? Tell me what child knows what feminine or masculine even fucking means?

You’re talking to someone who not only was a babysitter for a long ass while and seen it all, but someone who’s been through an actor’s course…and they teach you how to act like one. Honestly, the only time they get upset is someone saying they have cooties, having their toys taken away, or being pushed way too hard. Who even holds a grudge starting from a young age like that, lmfao? I’ve had this one kid follow me around all the damn time teasing me about having cooties. Do I hold a grudge on him today? Fuck no, because that’s stupid. We all grow up at some point and see that, it’s common sense. 

So that being said, that debunks your reasoning behind Tom hating Tord teasing him for being girly back then. I don’t mind Tom being friends with Edd first, by the way. My entire point was that Tom and Tord were friends first before they became enemies regardless who they were already friends with.

Excuse me, but “boys will be boys”? Did you seriously just use that? Lmfao. I don’t know what you identify as, but if you don’t identify as a boy and been friends with a ton of guy friends, then you shouldn’t fucking talk, hun. I’ve been in a group of guys in high school, trans or not. Everyone got along despite being “assholes” to each other because we don’t take things that seriously among friends. If we know we fucked up with someone in our group, we apologize. Just a simple “Hey man, I’m sorry, my bad. We cool?” “Yeah, we’re cool.” Fist lock and shoulder pat. That’s if an argument breaks out, nothing overly serious. Granted arguments are more aggressive, but that’s because we don’t express our emotions as easily as females do. Most of us are emotionally constipated. HEY, SOCIETY! THANKS! I’ve been with enough guy friends and gal friends to know each side fairly well. I can tell you that females hold grudges more than males do, and that’s not even an opinion. It’s social experimentation. Why do you think there’s more drama amongst gals than guys? Lmao, a subtle teasing won’t hold a grudge, especially if it’s from way back then. We all know Tom is stronger than that. I can also say guys treat gal friends way differently than they treat guy friends. I don’t need to explain how I know that because it’s obvious. I can’t say anything about non-binary folk because I’ve only been friends with two so I’ll leave that area alone.

This, by the way, wasn’t up for discussion, Anon. Maybe if you would have set your biased opinion aside from your first ask, then I would have written my explanation in a way for an open debate. This just tells me you want to argue over a fucking webtoon series. How about you respect someone’s headcanons and not spend 3 hours of your life trying to make a bullshit point. Neither of this is canon. Therefore, neither of us are right no matter how realistic we get. Because it’s fucking EDDSWORLD. So sit the fuck down before you hurt yourself. Don’t tell me “but you just disrespected mine”. Yes, because you came onto my blog asking for it. Now please get the fuck off it, thanks.

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the other three being yanderes for tom? he doesn't get enough love

You're right, he doesn't and he deserves to be loved. Thanks for the request <3

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Say what you want about Tom, but he wasn’t stupid. Although he was slightly drunk often, or just buzzed, it didn’t mean he didn’t notice the changes around him. His boyfriends were weird, but they had never been this weird. At least, not recently. Sure there were times in high school that Tom could say they were lunatics but they had each chilled out after they graduated.

The changes went from subtle to flat out What Is Up With Them.

From what Tom could tell, it started when Edd insisted that someone sleep in his bed nearly every night. He didn’t actually mind that, so long as he got a night free to himself when he didn’t feel like having anyone hold onto him all night.

It escalated from there. Everyone had their own little thing, but Tom noticed, he really did and at this point, he wasn’t sure of what to think about it. He’d never had a relationship like this. What was normal and what was just his boyfriend’s being them?

Tord was more handsy in public, Matt was Matt, just escalating his compliments mostly towards Tom, and Edd seemed to love drawing Tom more than anything else and absolutely needed to know where Tom was at all times. Someone always had to be holding his hand when they left the house. Each of them was meaner when the neighbors aimed a comment towards Tom. It was. Tom didn’t know where to begin with his feelings about it.

He was flattered? Irritated? Worried? For sure a mixture of those and more. But any attempt at bringing it up was brushed off.

“Psh, you're imagining things,” Tord told him. “I’ve always loved holding each of you in public. Shows everyone who you all belong to.”

“Why wouldn’t I tell you how handsome and lovely you are?” Matt asked him.

“I like drawing you! Your eyes are easy to draw. And why wouldn't I want to know where you are? What if someone hurts you and leaves you stranded?” Edd said nothing else about it.

It went like this every time, so Tom didn’t bother anymore. If his boyfriends decided to be weird as hell, he wouldn’t stop them. It wasn’t hurting him and he loved them, quirks and all. Now if only they would stop ambushing him with kisses and compliments to fluster him…….