#edd yells

[hypersexual-edd]

I'm gonna bitch some more feel free to ignore it

The Problem has not gone away but it HAS compounded stupidly with my hormones to both be typically inconvenient but ALSO to make my trauma flare ups too bad to do anything physical. Period. The shame has jumped through the roof so I can't even Think about wanting anything without feeling like i should cry and throw up. I don't know how to talk about anything to do with it and i feel horrible that anyone even knows I'm Having these kinds of issues. Like, the rest of my mental health is doing better but this specific thing is kind of a dumpster fire and is whipping my OCD tendencies into a froth. I hate it. I do not like that I have this thing. I have to stop typing now bc the Shame Hell is coming for me

[mkorpse13]

been thinking about this expression sarah made all day

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[d34d6unny]

[ryemackerel]

Edd: Matt, is it recording?

Matt: Mhm. You’re good to go, hun.

Edd: Okay. Hope the auto-captioning works. Uh, so let’s start this off by saying HI EVERYONE! Uh, end of the year message here. Something-something, merry Christmas! (Tom: LAME!!)

Matt: A VERY HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND CHEERS TO THE NEW YEAR!! EXCITED FOR 2017!!!!

Edd: Haha! Okay! But seriously this time, thank you all so much for being an important part of our lives, whoever this may be directed to.

2016 was one hell of a ride, and I’m really happy to have met all the people who made it better. It had its ups and downs, but— haha— I’m genuinely really thankful to have my loved ones stick around and help me out whenever I needed it most. To my family, friends, and 3 hubbies, thank you all so much! Merry Christmas, and happy 2017.

[All 3 clapping! The others go to Edd for a group hug, and yes, that includes them pulling in Tom.]

Matt and Tord: LOVE YOU TOO, EDD!!! (Tom: …Lame.)

Edd: Was that good? I kind of made something up on the spot!

Tord: HAH! Better than what I could’ve done.

Matt: Okay! Anyone else want to say some last words? Actually. I’ll go first.

Um! I’m so so very happy of the people in my life and the experiences and the love from this year! You all mean so much to me, and I could NEVER trade in anything else to replace the joy that you have all given me. I love you all so so much, thank you, a million times THANK YOU, for everything! Take care of yourselves, and as always, LOVE YOU!!!

[All 3 clapping, Edd and Tord yelling]

Edd: I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN IMAGINE MATT!!!

Any of you two want to go?

Tord: Uh… Hehehe.

[Tord and Tom look at each other with a very mischievous smile]

Tom: Eat my jolly jingle balls.

[Tom and Tord CACKLE SO LOUDLY AND HIGH FIVE in front of an incredibly confused Edd.]

Edd: Okay then.

Tom: Hah. Okay fine, fine. Uh. I don’t like Christmas, but have a nice occasion of whatever you celebrate, and have a safe one. And yeah. Take care, peace.

Okay, you, Tord. Go.

Tord: What the hell do I say?

Matt: ANYTHING! Let it out to your heart’s content!

Tord: …Ok. Thank you all. And… love you.

Edd: One last group hug before we end the recording?

[rogueddie]

Part one

Steve has so many questions, especially once they get in Eddies van. Everything is different- from the shops to the people. Even the trees look different. He wants to know why.

"We already told you," Dustin sighs. "Time has passed, fashion has changed, whatever."

"But why?" He leans forward, jabbing his finger at one of the shops. "Why did they change the colors?"

"I don't know!"

Dustin doesn't yell, not like his father would. He doesn't do anything other than groan too, encouraging Steve to keep asking questions. He even dares to stick his tongue out when he finally starts complaining, asking Steve to shut up.

By the time they pull up outside a small, wooden cabin, Dustin looks ready to strangle him.

It's kind of funny.

"Alright," Eddie finally speaks up. "Let's go."

He quickly jumps out, jogging around to catch Steve as he steps out, throwing him over his shoulder. He laughs when Steve yells, trying to kick him.

"Don't be a brat, Harrington!" He cackles.

"This is why you aren't cool like Robin!" He yells back, twisting around so he can tug at his hair. "You're a meanie."

"Ow, dude, not the hair!"

Someone clears their throat, making Eddie stop walking. Steve tries to wriggle around, trying to see who it is, but Eddies jacket blocks his view no matter what.

Someone snaps their fingers, after a moment, and Eddie gently lowers him back onto his feet.

The man standing in front of the cabin door looks stunned, when Steve turns around. He blinks at the group for a second, before silently pointing to Steve.

"We don't know," Robin answers. "He's been like this for a while."

"Let me guess; parents aren't home. Again."

"They're busy!" Steve defends.

The man snorts, shaking his head. "That's what you always say, kid." He steps aside, nodding towards the cabin. "Come on, she knew you were coming."

Before Steve can step inside, following the group, the man stops him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Kid," the man clears his throat as he crouches down. His hand is gentle on his shoulder. "You doing ok?"

"I'm fine."

"Steve. This is probably very confusing and scary, I know, but you need to trust us. We want to help you."

Steve scuffs his feet on the floor, grumbling, "yeah, I know."

"So if you're not ok, you can tell us."

"Yeah, I know."

The man stares at him for a moment, before nodding. "If that changes, let us know, ok?"

"Ok."

"Good. Come on."

The inside of the cabin is cozy. Cluttered. Lived in.

"Hello Steve!" A young woman greets. Her hair is shorter than his, Steve notes. And she has a nice smile.

"Hello."

"I am Jane, but you can call me El." She offers her hand.

He shakes it automatically, a little surprised when she doesn't let go. "El?"

"That is what my friends call me." She gestures towards the two pillows set out on the floor, in front of the TV. "I am going to find out what has happened to you. It won't hurt."

"Uh, right. What- uh..." He looks to Robin, who nods encouragingly. "What do I do?"

"Sit with me."

She gently tugs him over, sitting on one of the pillows. She smiles at him when he hesitates, waiting, patient.

He keeps quiet, looking to the others when she pulls out a blindfold.

"It helps her think," the man explains.

Steve nods, even though he doesn't understand what that means.

For a moment, nothing happens. They sit there, almost silent- the static from the TV starts to grate his ears, especially with how close they're sat. But the others look tense, impatient, so Steve tries to stay where he is. He tries to behave.

Until he spots blood.

"She's bleeding!" He points out.

He goes to jump to his feet, but a hand quickly lands on his shoulder, pushing him back down.

It's Robin.

"It's ok, she's ok, it's just a nosebleed," she says. "It's harmless, really. She knows what she's doing."

Robin stays next to him. She even lets him hold her hand when he reaches out for her.

It's not long, after that, until El lifts the blindfold off. She looks confused.

"Well?" Dustin snaps. "What is it? Is he ok? Did someone do-"

"Hey," Eddie gently interrupts, leaning over to bump their shoulders together.

"He is ok," El says, once Dustin relaxes a little. "But I... don't know how this happened."

"How do we change him back?" Eddie asks.

"I can't, I'm sorry. But it is taking too much power to sustain itself."

"Wait, wait, wait," Robin rubs at her forehead. "So, you can't change him back but, what, eventually he will on his own?"

"Yes."

"How long will that take?" Dustin asks.

"I am not sure. Maybe a week? Two?"

"And until then he's just stuck like this?"

"I am sorry, Steve," El says, turning to him. "When it is weaker, I might be able to help?"

"That's ok," Steve quickly reassures her. "I will be ok. I know how to take care of myself."

"What?" El tilts her head, confused.

"Kid, you're staying here," the man says.

"No, Hopper," Robin cuts in, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "I'm gonna take care of him. He's, like, my soulmate! And he likes me!"

"Woah, hold on," Dustin says. "That's not fair! He's my family!"

They continue to argue for an hour. It's mostly playful, but Steve kind of likes it. He's never had anyone fight over him before.

"He is staying here," Eddie finally speaks up, when it looks like the man- Hopper- is about to explode. "Neither of you two have thought of a single excuse for your parents. And you can't leave him in that big house on his own. He's safer here."

"Oh, fuck," Robin suddenly jerks upright. "What the hell do I tell Keith?"

Part Three

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[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 98

Part 1 Part 97

It’s fucked up, but Steve’s never been happier. He’s not sure how much of it’s the drugs, and how much is the relief, but it sits like a weight on his chest that he never wants to shake off.

There’s a constant stream of visitors. Ms. Byers, who’s taken to cupping her cool hands around his face and kissing his forehead each time. Uncle Wayne, who’s calluses are starting to become as familiar as Edde’s to the skin of Steve’s palms.

Barbara and Carol, attached at the hip in a way he can’t parse. He doesn’t think he was gone that long. How did this happen? But he knows that flirty smile, knows what his best friend’s fingers trailing over Barbara’s shoulders means.

Tommy doesn’t come. It shouldn’t hurt, but – But. Something inside him tightens and contracts. It might just be his heart.

Jonathan and Nancy come together. Jonathan’s bubbling over with apologies, contrite in contrast to Nancy’s fuming.

“You should have called me,” she says, curly hair practically raising with the power of her ire. “I could have helped.”

From his seat by Steve’s side, Eddie huffs and puffs and barely holds back his yell. He doesn’t see the way her fists are curled, can’t see past the veneer of control that hides the worry behind it.

“I was possessed, Nance,” Steve replies, smiling up at her. His face hurts with all the smiling. “I didn’t even know who you were.”

She sputters and stalls while Jonathan stands beside her, shooting worried looks out of the corner of his eyes.

He can almost feel the hole they’d left in his brain. The shape of their outlines at high school parties and in line at the cafeteria. Nancy’s firmly raised hand, Jonathan’s slumped shoulders. It’s filled now.

He wants to fill it with more memories, so many that the bad ones just shake loose.

“Oh, alright,” she huffs, settling down on the other side of the bed, far away from Eddie’s twitching fingers. “But that won’t work as an excuse next time.”

The kids are easy; they come in a pile, stacking against each other in his room’s doorway until Dustin comes pouring in, everyone else after him. They all crowd onto his bed with no regard to his personal space. Even Mike slinks onto the end to sit with sullen shoulders and shining eyes. 

They’re like puppies, yapping over each other for his and Eddie’s attention. Will’s planning a new campaign, and his eyes light up when Steve agrees to play.

Chief Hopper comes next with a girl hiding behind his back, clutching onto the hanging lapel of his jacket. Her head peaks out behind him, curls springing wildly from her scalp as she smiles shyly at Steve. 

“I know you,” Steve says.

The chief huffs, as the beams, and says her part in their little play, “I found you.”

Steve shuffles up in his bed, not looking as he feels Eddie prop up pillows behind his back. He holds his arms out and open, waiting even as his muscles begin to strain. 

She shuffles out from behind Chief Hopper, head down as she climbs onto the edge of his bed, butting her forehead against his chest like a cat. He puts his arms around her, slow as he feels what he’s come to find out are burns of varying degrees. No one will tell him what they’re from, but Carol had looked especially shifty when she’d witnessed the bandages being changed. He elected not to ask.

The girl doesn’t put her own arms around him, just lets her hands settle into her own lap and leans in. 

“You really are a supergirl, huh?” Steve asks, reaching his hand up to play with her curls. His splinted finger knocks against her skull once before he holds it back as best he can. 

She leans back to beam up at him, eyes alight. “You can call me El”.

They probably both look stupid, smiling at each other, one of them all banged up, the other in what must be Chief Hopper’s cast-offs. 

Hopper clears his throat when the silence lingers. He stomps in his clunky work boots over to the seat beside Eddie and sinks down, almost reclining into it despite its straight back. Eddie curls away from him, glaring at the man like he’s got a live grenade. 

Or like he’s been searched for drugs before and doesn’t want the fuzz to be sniffing around. Steve laughs, loopy and pleased while they both look at him with the same furrowed brows and worried frowns.

“You alright, kid?” Hopper asks gruffly, reaching out to put his meaty hand on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve winces, feels the bandages pull until Hopper drops his hand. 

“Did you know she was real?” Steve asks, reaching out to pull one of El’s bounciest curls atop her head. It all goes straight and taught and then bounces back into place.

Hopper snorts. “Where do you think she’s been living?”

“Oh,” he replies. 

His brains clicking in his skull, weighed down by morphine and too much sleep, but when his gaze flickers around the room, he recognizes the awkward grimace on Eddie’s lips.

“You knew,” Steve accuses, finger pointed toward Eddie’s face, to emphasize who he’s accusing. His finger shakes unsteadily until Eddie snatches it out of the air and pops it into his own mouth to bite down. “Ow, what the fuck?”

Eddie’s dimples pop around it as he nibbles into the knuckle one more time before letting go with a suctioning pop. “Don’t be mad, Stevie,” he weedles, looking up at Steve through his lashes with wide, innocent eyes, even as his prominent dimples give away his amusement.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Steve’s slightly damp finger flicks Eddie’s nose until he hisses and snatches Steve’s hand to interlace their fingers with a shrug. “I thought it would be funny.”

It’s hard to hold a grudge when El giggles, light and airy as it breathes life into the room.

“He’s got you there, kid,” Hopper replies, reaching out again, this time to ruffle El’s hair. 

Steve huffs, “whatever, man,” but his lips are little traitors and they can’t stop from turning up at the corners. “See if I introduce you to the next superhero we meet.”

Eddie squeezes his hand, familiar callouses scraping against Steve’s palm. “You’ll introduce me, Stevie.” he replies. Steve closes his eyes as he feels warm lips on the back of his hand. “You love me too much.”

Steve closes his eyes against the feeling, still smiling even as his healing skin pulls, and his finger feels unwieldy and wrong, and his head aches and floats up toward the ceiling. 

Yeah, he really does. 

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Part 99

[katyawriteswhump]

What happens in ’88, stays in '88 💝

@steddiemas ‘ends and beginnings’ prompt, ‘first’ @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt, ‘midnight’ and @steddiebingo fill, ‘room-mates au’ thank you to everyone who runs these lovely events💝

Rating: M; WC: 986 CW: mentions of smoking and drug use, sexual content (not particularly explicit); Tags: roommates au, idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, Buckingham. Summary: University room-mates Steve and Eddie have gone from hating each other to getting along just fine. Then they go and spoil it all by kissing and exit strategies must be deployed… right?

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The catastrophic first kiss occurred in Chrissy and Robin’s dorm room, during their end-of-semester party.

Chrissy and Robin were making out on a huge beanbag, engaged in some serious mutual boob grope-age. Steve attempted to look anywhere-but-there, while Eddie cracked up at Steve's hilarious blushes. With Debbie Gibson’s ‘Shake your love’ blaring from the stereo, he gyrated around Steve, hips wiggling, only a channel of steamy air between them.

“Wanna dance, Big Boy?”

“There’s only us four! Not that kinda party!”

“What kinda party is it then?”

“I dunno, I…”

Eddie was being a total dork, sambaing crotch-to-crotch with a wide-eyed, scared-shitless increasingly-pissed-off Steve.

Eddie grinned like an idiot. So did Steve. Okay, maybe he wasn’t that pissed off.

It happened.

Steve grabbed a handful of Eddie’s hair, mashing their faces together. Eddie plunged his tongue between those perfect teeth and invaded the rear of Steve’s jeans, enjoying a handful of that glorious ass.

They staggered apart when Chrissy whooped ear-piercingly loud, and Robin launched a party-popper above their heads.

The naked horror in Steve’s eyes reflected Eddie’s car-wreck of a reality-check.

“Fuck,” muttered Steve, plucking a streamer from his hair.

Eddie grimaced dramatically. Still wouldn’t have minded another taste of those saliva-soaked kiss-swollen lips.

They figured it out next morning, while packing to leave. Obviously, it was BAD. They’d hated each other for the first month of being roommates, had only recently figured out how to be friends.

“What happened in ’88, stays in ’88, right?” said Steve, neatly folding his underpants, which he ironed. Ribbing Steve about it would never get old, though right now, Eddie wasn’t in the mood. “Start next year like it never happened.”

“Okay.”  Eddie swallowed hard. Nope. Don’t care. “No calling over the holidays. Zero contact.”

“Wasn’t gonna call anyway.” Steve’s tragic puppy-dog eyes undermined his bitchy tone.

After Steve hauled ass with his army of Armani suitcases, Eddie muttered: “Preppy douchebag.”

…

Steve struggled through Christmas. His parents' New Year’s Eve soiree was another matter.

“You really haven’t a girl to invite?” asked his father. “Never mind. I’ve asked the Wheelers. Including Nancy.”

His father winked.

Steve needed ‘out.’ He told them he’d had an invite from Chrissy—whose dad was running for Congress, so they’d not argue—then spent New Year’s Eve driving.

Dreaming of the day he’d be brave enough to simply say ‘no.’

And dreaming about Eddie, which knotted his insides and made him utterly miserable.

It would be good to figure things out alone.

Or not.

When he arrived at uni, Metallica blasted from his dorm-window and shook the foundations of the building.

“What the fuck?” yelled Eddie, when Steve edged their door open.

“Nice to see you too, Munson.”

Eddie had returned early, so his uncle could meet old friends. Wayne wanted to skip the reunion for Eddie, who in turn told a white-lie about an unmissable New Year’s Eve gig.

Steve sighed, shoulders slumping: “I’ll sleep in Robin’s bed. Got a key.”

“Yeah, to her room. Not their house.” Edde beamed daftly. “Fancy a little breaking and entering?”

Steve didn’t. Besides, as Eddie pointed out, they’d gotta negotiate the awkwardness sooner or later.

“Oh, I’m over it,” Steve said tightly. He wasn’t, but Eddie clearly was, so…

Eddie shrugged. “Guess I better find my headphones.”

“Nah, leave your music. Just… not too deafening.”

It was better than the torturous silence of his pointless thoughts.

He’d missed everything about being with Eddie. Even the stuff he hated himself for, like how he’d bitch when Eddie ‘borrowed’ his shower-gel then practically get high inhaling Eddie-ness tinged with those dark-cherry aromas. He missed even the stench of Eddie returning from a late-night Corroded Coffin gig, wired, sweaty… smokin’ hot.

He’d missed their casual banter most of all. Everything was so messed-up now.

He sat on his bed, face-palming with a slap.

“Got a few beers in,” said Eddie. “Not enough to get smashed but—”

They sat perched at the open window, so Eddie could smoke—couldn’t risk setting off alarms when they were the only students around to blame. This had become a late-night ritual, sometimes sharing a joint, giggling, stargazing.

Tonight, they shared a single beer and laughed more than ever before.

They kissed.

’Course they fucking did.

…

This time, Eddie wedged his hand down the front of Steve’s jeans. They mauled each other’s mouths like their lives depended on it.

Eddie wound up crashed against Steve, who was flattened against a wall, pants half-mast, while they hand-jobbed each other silly.

“Whoops,” panted Steve, once they were both thoroughly sticky.

Eddie lifted his chin from Steve’s shoulder to check his watch. “11.37 pm! Still ’88, dude.”

“Yeah, yeah. What happened in ’88, stays in ’88.” Steve nudged Eddie off, shivered. The radiator struggled to replace the warm air they’d let out while stargazing.

He looked so sad that Eddie wanted to kiss him again.

As if it might kiss away the dumb feelings surging in his own chest.

“Fucking HATE New Year,” said Steve. “Gonna shower.”

Eddie joined him. They kissed under the trickle of warm-ish water and then they were totally ready to jerk-off together again. So they did.

“Shit!” yelped Steve, striding from the bathroom with his towel around his waist.

Eddie, already in bed, was fantasizing about licking Steve’s chest. It took a moment to clock why Steve was so distressed.

Midnight had passed.

It was 1989.

Steve stood there, motionless, staring at Eddie, like Eddie could fix this somehow.

Which actually, he could. He rolled out of his bed and into Steve’s: “C’mon, Big Boy, room for two.”

Steve grinned and climbed in, and they snuggled together for warmth.

“We got a whole year to screw this up now, Harrington,” he murmured into Steve’s fragrant blow-dried hair.

“Or make it work?” whispered Steve, waaaaay too earnestly. “Happy New Year, Eddie.”

“Back at ya’, Babe,” smiled Eddie.

If just for now, it was.

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No pressure tags: @wheneverfeasible 💚 My stranger things fic on AO3

[c0la-queen]

Still | Tord x Reader

Had this one in my files for a bit, so I figured I'd post it for you guys!

Warning: Angst? Kind of? Tord has childhood trauma, he was a child soldier in my timeline, get this poor man some therapy

Words: 1k

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It was too quiet.

Fuck, it was way too quiet.

There was no sound that could drown out the sound of your beating heart, pounding rapidly in your chest as your dreams slipped away from your memories.

Night terrors were the worst.

They always felt so real, so horrifying, so deadly.

You never remembered what they were about. When you inevitably woke up in the morning, the events that plagued your dreams always disappeared in a matter of seconds. Like mist escaping your hands no matter how tightly you grasped.

The only thing left in the end was the fear.

The paranoia.

It was worse when you woke up at night.

In the darkness, there was no banishing your fears. There was no sunlight to chase away the monsters. No sounds of the boys bustling about in the kitchen, starting their days. No sound of Edd cooking breakfast, Tom yelling at Matt to hurry up in the bathroom while Matt blared his upbeat morning music playlist to get him hyped for work, not a care in the world while he did his skincare. It was just… silence.

But you had one saving grace. One hope to calm your frayed nerves.

One person that you knew would be awake.

The hallway didn't ease your paranoia at all. The shadows crawled along the walls, reaching towards you like they were going to swallow you up. Shapes and figures loomed just beyond the light, waiting to lure you in. At least, that's what it felt like.

You shook your head to banish the thoughts of monsters and shadows. There was nothing there, you told yourself. Nothing there.

Your steps hesitated when you reached the door beside yours.

The lights were off.

The lights were never off.

Was he asleep this time? Did he change his mind about the offer he made you? Did he decide to abandon you, leave you to become a victim to the horrors waiting for her in her dreams?

Your breathing wavered as you brought your hand up to the door. Should you knock? Should you wake him up and risk making him grumpy? Or should you abort the mission, head back to your room with your tail between your legs and waste the midnight hours away by doom scrolling on your phone?

Anxiety eventually won out, and you knocked gently on the wood.

For a minute or two, there was nothing. Silence. You hated silence.

But then, there was shuffling. A groan and something hissed in a different language - you recognized it as a swear.

The door opened.

Tord looked like shit.

He was in a t-shirt and boxers despite the autumn chill. His hair was a mess, sticking up in various places. His skin was pale (paler than normal), with dark circles under his eyes. A thin sheen of sweat cloaked his skin. His sharp silver eyes were dulled, clouded over with sleep. A lazy storm churning in the sky in the hours before the rain fell.

This was such a bad idea.

An apology was on the tip of your tongue, starting to turn away from his door, but he stopped you. Put his hand around your wrist and gently tugged you towards him.

Don't be silly. Come inside.

Maybe this wasn't the worst idea.

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It was one of those nights. The nights when midnight hits and the house is still but Tord remains unable to sleep. Unlike usual, he isn't alone. His too quiet room is filled with her presence. Her even breathing keeps the thoughts from his head. He could feel her arm pressed against the side of his leg. She was there. Somewhere. He was not alone.

Her whispers broke the silence. He'd never complain. She wanted to know if he was awake. He couldn't push the words out from his mouth. So instead, his hand found her calf next to his torso. His heart pumped faster when he felt the shiver through her body.

Silence. She wasn't sure. He moved his fingers, letting her know he heard her. He was awake. He was alive.

She spoke again. The softness in her voice made his chest ache. Since when could voices be so soft? She couldn't sleep either. Something about the stillness was unnerving. For her, it was anxiety. Paranoia, as she'd say- she always did have a knack for invalidating her own feelings. He wasn't so lucky. His hatred for still nights couldn't be medicated away. It was trained into him. Survival instincts that had been coded into him when he was young. Too young.

He closed his eyes tightly. Almost perfectly he could picture that forest. Frost on the trees, frozen ground underneath. A deadly chill in the air that slowly seeped into every fiber of his bones. The beautiful night sky a deception to the danger in each corner. If he focused, slowed his breathing, he could hear the footsteps of the lynx that had been hunting him for the past 5 hours. How many miles had it been following him for? Why was it toying with him instead of sinking its teeth into his flesh?

He went too far into his memories. Felt the claws tearing through his clothes, ripping into the skin of his back. Felt the pain course into his body, too hot and too cold all at the same time. Heard the gunshot echo through the clearing and felt the dead weight drop on top of him. He could hear his father's words as he was brought to the medics; You let your guard down, Sønn. Jeg er skuffet over deg.

A hand moved on top of his, squeezing his fingers gently. The pressure was enough to bring him back from the forest. Bring him in from the cold. To her. To the warmth of home.

His back throbbed, the claw shaped scars along his spine all too fresh in his mind.

She whispered his name. Small. Tired. Vulnerable. Searching for comfort. Searching for him.

He squeezed back. Letting her know that he was right there.

She was not facing the stillness alone.

And neither was he.

[conchiferrous]

two doodle page commissions from recently

[IMAGE ID, IMAGE 1: Doodle page featuring Rolf and Kevin from Ed, Edd n' Eddy. Drawing 1: Kevin hands Rolf a valentine card, but he's looking away shyly. Kevin says: "I felt bad that I didn't get you anything last year so.. Happy valentine's day... Dude." Rolf looks at the card, dumbfounded with big eyes and question marks over his head. There's an arrow pointing to Rolf's head labelled "meaningless gesture." Drawing 2: Rolf is screaming at Kevin and pointing at him while Kevin looks off into the distance, exasperated. Rolf is yelling: "Rolf has had enough of your tomfoolery! I challenge you to a duel!" The drawing is captioned: "Third time this week". Drawing 3: Rolf is riding on Victor's back and Kevin is riding on Wilfred's back. Both of them are holding a lance and a shield, but Rolf's lance and shield look a little nicer while Kevin's lance has scotch tape showing and his shield looks scuffed. Victor is walking forward and Rolf is looking over at Kevin, eager, mouth open like he's talking to him but no dialogue is written. Kevin looks annoyed, and Wilfred just stands in place, wall eyed. Drawing 4: Small drawing of Rolf and Kevin walking and talking together while Rolf plays with a yo-yo. They're both smiling. Drawing 5: Chest up drawing of Rolf and Kevin looking at something to the left off screen. They both look bewildered.

IMAGE 2: Doodle page featuring Kevin and Ed from Ed, Edd n' Eddy. Drawing 1: Ed stands behind Kevin while Kevin stands in front of his bike protectively. The front tire on his bike is deflated and Ed tells him: "I saw on TV how to fix a bike once." Kevin, panicked, responds: "NO, THAT'S OKAY!" Drawing 2: Ed and Kevin look at something curiously off screen. They're drawn from the side and Kevin has to peek out from behind Ed. Drawing 3: Kevin stands inside his house and is holding a VHS box for a movie. He looks annoyed, his free hand on his hip, and says : "Aw man! I rented Attack of 100 Giant Squids & Nazz didn't want to watch it with me." In the window behind him, Ed is sprinting towards him. Drawing 4: Ed holds up a comic book called "Killer Pig" smiling, and says: "Wanna read the new comic I got?" Kevin responds: "Are there girls in it?" Drawing 5: Ed sits on his armchair, and points to something to the left off screen while kicking his legs. He says: "This is when the needle man shows up!" Kevin is hiding behind the chair, panicked, and peeking out from behind it. His back is pressed up against the chair. He responds: "Wow, that's great..." Drawing 6: Ed and Kevin are sitting on the floor, and Ed is holding a large bowl in his lap. Ed says: "I make my own popcorn sauce!" and text behind him reads (it's gravy). The gravy is covering the popcorn entirely, and Kevin looks over at it, disgusted. Drawing 7: Kevin and Ed are sitting on the floor watching TV. Only the top of the TV can be seen. Ed points at the screen and says: "This is the funniest part!". Text above it reads (most gore ever in a movie). Kevin looks disturbed. Drawing 8: Kevin and Ed are sitting on the floor, with their backs pressed up against each others'. They're both reading comics. Kevin's is called "mutant lymph node" and Ed's shows an advertisement for a yo-yo in the back. Kevin looks at Ed, looking aloof, and says: Pretty cool, I guess..." Ed looks back at Kevin, positively giddy. END ID]

[hypersexual-edd]

Hi it’s me again back to complain some more bc this blog is appropriate for it

Having another hypersexuality spike. It’s Bad. It’s infecting my dreams and shit. Unfortunately it coincides with trauma in just such a way that I can’t do much about it. I’m So uncomfortable and deeply deeply ashamed about it, even more than usual, and I know I’m making the people I care about uncomfortable also. It just sucks I wish I simply did not have this symptom it benefits absolutely nobody. I’m going to mostly keep trying to not focus on it?? Bc damn if I don’t feel like a sex pest but also like I’m doing hypersexuality wrong

[mkorpse13]

This is a tough one.. what do you guys thinks?

[ededdneddy-artrefs]

[little-spades]

Stress regressor Tom!! And Caregiver Edd but he actually has 0 clue what is up with Tom, BUT, wants to help :,] He never asks whats goin on, either- he just. helps.

He's thinkin like 'Tom is acting like a toddler? Ok. Uh. What's, like, the opposite of a toddler. Parent? Adult?Ok. I can do that.' — after so many whacky adventures its hard to bat an eye at anything out of the ordinary- so he just GOES with it and does the best he can to keep Lil Tom happy- well, not crying!

Even awhile after he never asks, he just gets more willing to help . Screams and sobs into my hands!!!!! So many thoughts!!! Sorry if this is messily done i am so silly rn

so many eddsworld agere thoughts. like a prophecy was blasted into my skull while I was zoned out

[thezoneblurbs]

Eddsworld Minific | PIZZA :D

the void consumes 😀🫶

Anyways,

Eddsworld Gang x Reader

CHAPTER 2

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You had gotten up and grabbed a remote, already familiar with their location by Edd's tv. It made you think of the last time you came over, and both of you had stayed up late playing various games. The memory made you smile as you popped the remote into the wheel accessory.

Speaking of the devil, Edd had peeked out into the living room. You both locked eyes before he spoke, he looked happy- excited even?

"Hey, I'll be over in a minute guys, I just gotta watch this pizza and then I can play."

Matt turned his body and held the back of the couch to look at Edd. The sight was slightly amusing to say the least, making the smile from earlier linger. Tom looked up from his phone, between you and Edd. His movements were hard to miss and momentarily you both held eye contact.

"Cool, you can join after this race then."

Tom had a smug grin on his face as he looked at Edd, knowing that his bluntness would push his buttons. Like predicted, Edd rolled his eyes and went back into his kitchen.

The casual closeness between the guys made you wanna speak up so bad with small talk, but all the words died in your throat. Nothing felt like the right thing to say so you stayed quiet.

Matt had switched the mode to three player versus and picked Luigi as his racer. Tom chose king boo, which was what you'd guess he'd pick besides bowser based off of looks alone.

You picked your favorite racer, earning you a questionable look from Matt and Tom. However, you had played against Edd, who is quite possibly the most competitive man on earth, multiple times.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you focused on the screen, trying to lock in. On the inside though? Oh you were so cocky right now. Come on, these guys had no idea what was coming and it was hilarious.

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Matt was a little cocky himself, seeing as he picked his favorite character and bike. He felt like this was just gonna be another one of those games where he wins by a landslide.

Glancing over at you, he noticed how intensely focused you looked. He hadn't even chosen a track yet. It weirded him out a little but he promised to give Edd the benefit of the doubt about how "swell it would be to meet y/n."

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Tom was thinking about Susan, more specifically some riff he recently learned. He had a lazy smirk on his face as he zoned out thinking about how cool it sounded.

He wasn't paying much attention, and probably wouldn't unless he was yelled at/for or unless the race started.

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"Have any tracks in mind y/n?"

Matt spoke up, mindlessly browsing through the different tracks available.

"Hmm, you guys ok with mushroom gorge?"

You knew a few tricks for it and wanted to see if they'd know them or not. Tom shrugged and Matt clicked on mushroom gorge, not having any complaints. Matt nodded and clicked on the mushroom cup, selecting mushroom gorge.

After having played with Edd so often, you've learned a few speed run tricks, mostly to keep up with his competitive and sometimes cheating ass. Part of you was glad he was busy tending to pizza right now.

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The race had ended and Matt's jaw was on the floor. Not only had you beat him and Tom, but it was by an extra thirty seconds too. They slowly turned to look at you, but you were already too busy stuffing your face with pizza.

"How the hell did you do that?"

Tom spoke up, referring to the race that had just occured. Matt was waiting to hear from you as well, but he knew damn well you were that good because of Edd. He shot a dirty look towards Edd in the kitchen, but Edd was too busy listening to the background music from the game and dancing as he watched the pizza bake.

"Uhh I dunno, I just put the pizza into my mouth-"

You spoke up after swallowing a bite of pizza. Tom deadpanned,

"Not the pizza, the race you ditz."

It took a second, but then it dawned on you.

"Ohhh yeah. I just play with Edd a lot."

Matt groaned and threw his head back, and Tom scoffed. This made you chuckle and they both gave each other a look. You didn't know what the look meant, but Matt spoke up before you could ask.

"Whatever. From now on me and Tom pick the maps."

That was fair.

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After the supreme pizza, everyone had played a few rounds of Mario Kart. It didn't take long for Matt and Tom to grow disinterested, so you suggested that you all watch horror movies. Everyone agreed and Tom got first pick.

He decided to start of with Tucker & Dale vs. Evil, and Edd put it on. Matt got up and started to make popcorn in Edd's kitchen, saying, and I quote:

"I can't sit still for the first part of movies, so I'm gonna go make popcorn."

Edd quickly grabbed blankets, enough for everybody somehow, and got comfortable on his spot on the couch.

"Y/n, do you wanna sit on the couch with us? I can make room."

You looked over at Edd, who was offering space that pretty much didn't exist with all three of them on that couch. He was making that stupid pleading face under his blanket and it was hard not to give in a little.

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Zomg :0 who should pick the next movie lol

[eddsworld-nonsense]

What does anger and cooling down after look like for the main?

Now, to me there is two different states of "anger" you could be talking about: Something meant to be more comedic and unserious, and something meant to be actual unadulterated rage. I am going to discuss the second because angst

Edd tends to bottle his emotions, so when anger does come to front it can be explosive (literally). He doesn't get violent, but due to his powers sometimes things will break. Mostly he just yells, not thinking about what he is thinking because its just the floodgates being opened

He doesn't like how he can get, the aftermath including a lot of blaming himself until he just decides he was wrong. In some cases, he is still upset but decides to "let go" because its better. As he gets older he gets better at talking and communicating with the others, though.

Ringo is also a big help, though sometimes it does look like he is angrily petting a cat who has no awareness of said emotions.

Matt isn't easy to anger, so typically when he gets mad it is hard for him to let go. He does like to use his back log of gossip and observations to make what he has to say sting like hell.

He doesn't apologize unless he is actually sorry, which leads to a lot of friendships ending because of a small argument he wouldn't let go. Though when it comes to his "actual" friends, he takes some time to reconsider their side and eventually apologizes

But even then, it is hard to get Matt actually angry in the first place, his ability to "read" people so well means he easily sees all sides. This doesn't stop petty small arguments, though, but those are more of the first category

Tom is almost the polar opposite, quickly getting upset at even small things. Typically he TRIES to keep his emotions at bay, but he can only take so many small inconveniences before he physically changes because of it.

Surprisingly, in recent years (especially after Tord's incident) Tom has gotten really good at talking about how he feels before things become a serious issue. Is something is annoying him, he will tell you.

As for the aftermath, he typically passes out and wakes up to drink. He will go MIA for a few days if the argument/transformation got really bad, but again it has been a while since this has happened.

Tord is usually too doubtful of their own thoughts to actually get angry (they assume they are wrong, not who/whatever they are mad at). That said, the times they do truly get angry, things get bad. Tord's loud and typically brash personality gets completely nullified, that scary kind of silence

And, once again because of how rare it is for them to TRUST their anger enough to act on it, they tend to get smug about whatever they did when enraged.

If anything happens for there to be some kind of doubt after the fact, though, they do something similar to Tom and just become a shut in for a while, sulking in their guilt

I could probably ramble more about specific incidents, but that is my general idea of it all