#eddsworld one more hour

[apluckedturkey]

One More Hour (Tomtord angst AU)

Trigger warnings: double suicide / substance abuse / they literally never confess their feelings

A comic for this au that I never finished- and with how long the script for it was makes me not finishing it make sense.

Below the cut is the rest of the script for the comic and the au, and the song it was named after.

This au contains dark topics and descriptive content, it isn’t silly haha I apologize. Please proceed with caution 😔

Trigger warnings: double suicide / substance abuse / they literally never confess their feelings

First a summary of the whole au then the rest of the script for the comic

The story is called One More Hour,

So, basically Tom had abusive parents when he was a kid and Tord helped Tom get through everything and they were the closest of friends, and ended up living together with Edd and Matt when they were done with high school. Tord ends up leaving and Tom gets really pissed off and sad, and eventually goes berserk in monster form sometime like.. maybe a year or two after tord left (the events of The End didn’t happen)

Tom gets captured by the government and experimented on, Tord reads about it in the news, and since he’s the leader of the Red Army he has the power to get Tom back.

When Tord gets there and breaks Tom out, Tom immediately turns back into a human and hugs Tord, crying- making a kind of funny spectacle where all the restrained guards and scientists are confused and baffled, even Tord’s soldiers are in disbelief as Tord hugs and coddles this once ferocious killing machine

He helps Tom escape and Tom ends up working for Tord while in monster form to take over the world, but Tom starts drinking more and becomes more and more unstable, so pretty quickly Tord decides to have Tom closer to him and get him out of that environment.

Tom had been on the front lines, where it rained bullets and the ground was covered in bodies and blood because of him, in monster form he’s bulletproof, but he remembers everything, even the taste

Tom and Tord start enjoying their time together, thus this scene.

But the thing about this scene is that it’s the most important because it’s right before Tom kills himself, he’s been planning to for awhile, and Tom wanted to spend more time with Tord before he would never see him again, but they end up in a little disagreement, and Tord decides it would be better if Tom took some time off, so Tom makes a failed effort to stay.

Tom comes back later to find the paperwork finished with Tord asleep on his desk holding a picture frame of all of them, but with Tord blacked out in marker, Tom had done that to every picture of Tord in the house after Tord left.

Tom realizes Tord had been crying and leaves and drinks more.

That night Tord finds Tom in Tom’s quarters, it’s a complete fricken mess, Tord drags Tom off the bed and put him in the bathroom, making him vomit everything up while Tord strips the bed (Tom pissed himself), puts on new sheets, then puts a metal chair he found in the tub, strips Tom and puts him on it, washing him off. After he gets Tom cleaned and dressed, with no protest, (Tom was silent the entire time, disassociating while Tord berated him with worry and sad anger,) Tord lays Tom on the bed and starts cleaning up all the empty bottles, trash, floor, cleaning and vacuuming, throwing away torn up furniture and broken dishes and glass- not having told anyone about what happened. Tom had been tearing up his place in anger, at himself, for making Tord cry and many other things.

But once everything is cleaned up he falls asleep in a chair by Tom’s bed. Tom wakes up. Goes into the bathroom. And Tord wakes up to a gunshot. He’s devastated and he calls paul and Patryk crying and sobbing over the phone, they end up having to drag him from the body.

After that Tord obsesses over his work, he trains his soldiers in person, he gives inspiring speeches, and even goes out onto battle fields. He ends up quickly spreading his influence over the entire globe, him being a mechanic who’s able to build advanced technology helps.

Tord ends up completing his mission to rule the globe.

He goes back to the spot Tom died, and shoots himself.

continuation of the comic at the top

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Tord: tom, if you wanted to earn less you could have just said so, you do not have to say another word, I will move you back to that old job of yours pronto! *Reaches for some files*

Tom: NO!

Tord: *bites his lip amusedly*

Tom: Now give me those papers! If you keep crushing them they’ll be so wrinkled and ripped we won’t be able to read them. *starts to pick the papers up off the ground*

…. Why am I your assistant anyway? Did no one sign up?

tord :... It is funny actually. You see, being by me all day has the downside of my position

Tom; as leader?

Tord: yeah. The assistants that signed up are not soldiers, like you, so they can’t defend themselves if someone comes after me, but the soldiers that signed up are completely incompetent when it comes to filing.

*they both smile*

Tom: And there was no one else better for the job? I find that hard to believe.

Tord: oh, there were certainly better people for the job.

*there's a pause*

Tom: Then why me?

Tord: because out of everyone *touches tom’s hand* I trust you the most.

Tord: and you certainly keep better company. *leans back and puts his own hands face down in his lap and looks away*

Tom: Even when I trip you in the halls??

tord : *relaxes and smiles. He laughs* yeah. You know, *he turns back to tom* edd would always think I was just being clumsy, he only found out it was you who kept tripping me after I broke my nose

Tom: *laughs* oh fuck! I remember, holy shit! I felt so bad that I kept apologizing , and when Edd came into the room I started running my mouth about how it was me who’d done it!

Tord: *laughs* I still have the dent!

Tom: *touches it* oh god- yeah- your nose didn't have that before

*there's a moment of silence as they reminisce*

Tord: *worries on the side of some papers, and glances at tom, keeping his head down* So uh.. You have not been drunk in a while…

Tom: *taken aback and confused* Is that an invitation?

Tord: *eyes widen at the misinterpretation, leans back and puts hands up* No no! *sighs and relaxes, turning away while rubbing the back of his neck while smiling in embarrassment* I have been *blinks and lowers his hands face up in his lap* or- have not been- *leans his head at his words* seeing you fill up your flask as much *he looks at tom*

Tom: *folds arms and raises brow* Is that the only evidence I haven't been getting drunk as often? *he lowers his arms and avoids eye contact, putting his hands into his pockets while putting weight onto one side in his stance* isn't being- *flicks hand out in aggression and looks at Tord* isn't a bodyguard or an assistant or whatever- not supposed to get drunk on the job anyway? What are you trying to say?

*There's an awkward moment of silence where Tord stares at Tom in surprise and begins to pick at the papers more. Tord ends up looking down at the little mess he’s made, he disapprovingly sweeps it off the side of the desk. They both watch it flutter to the floor and watch it land.

Tom stands awkwardly with one hand still out and one in his pocket, he puts it down to his side. Tom sighs, looking distressed at Tord,, his standing position shifts to look more unnatural and awkward, feet closer together and glancing this way and that. He huffs and furrows his brow, looking down on Tord*

Tom: Would you get up now? You’ve been sitting on those bloody papers this whole time, we’ll never get through this whole stack.

Tord: *looks sad and conflicted* right. *phases to deadpan and looks at the papers* I better get through this *he gets up and turns around, picking the papers up from the desk and avoiding eye contact* you can go tom, I will finish up.

Tom: *confused and surprised* really? Why??

Tord: I thought you would want a break.

Tom: well- *runs hand through hair* When would I start my shift again?

Tord: *worries on the papers he’s gathered, while facing away with a moment of silence* when you want to.

Tom: um.. Are you sure? *leans to the side to get a view of the stack*

Tord: yes. I have kept you long enough. I am sure you are tired. *closed off*

tom : *worried* well yeah but- *smiles awkwardly*

Tord: I will be all right tom. *view of toad looking darker a d blunt and tom confused and conflicted*

*silence then Tom leaves without saying bye.*

Hours later.

Tom: *gently knocks on Tord’s office door, silence, then Tom enters* Tord? *quietly with guilt*

Tord: *asleep in his chair with his head covered in a folded arm, he’s facing away from tom, all the papers are done.*

Tom: tord? *He steps closer and closes the door, then walks over to the desk. Tom looks like he feels bad. Tom notices tord’s holding a small picture frame. Tom’s curious enough to slowly take it and examine its contents. It's a picture of the whole gang with tord’s face blacked out harshly in permanent marker. Flashback of when tom got so mad when tord left that he ruined all the pictures of tord in the house. Tom holds the picture in both hands now, looking at it in pain.*

You kept it.. *he looks to tord, looking hurt.* why..?? *tom furrowed his brow, then looked back and passes his thumb against the glass covering Tord’s outline in the picture, staring in silence. The room feels so large (wide shot then small shot of toms eyes looking over to tord and examining him.

Tords hair is a mess, his eyes are red and puffy, his sleeve is still wet along with the desk.

Tom looks solemn and conflicted. He puts the picture gently back into Tord’s hand, looking scared then paces away. Thinking in Conflict. He turns around and stares at tord* fuck *he furrows his brow, looking sad, angry and hurt. Quickly he takes a swig from his flask, putting it back in his pocket he stands for a bit before hesitantly leaving, looking back, and stopping a few times before leaving*

This would be for the first half up until tom kills himself

This would be the second half where tord is taking over the world, obsessing over his work up until he kills himself

Extra one 🤫this would mostly be Tom on the battlefield and him deteriorating. And Tord telling Tom he’s moving positions, so he won’t go into battle again

[theboxfort]

WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK FOLKS

#PATSWEEP!!! 🔛🔝✈️🛩🛬👨‍✈️🛩✈️🛫✈️🛩🛫🛬🛩✈️🛫‼️‼️‼️

SEMI-FINALS!

[sintiancat]

Surf & Turf Wars (x reader)

(A/N: In this story 'the end' didn't happen, hence tord being here. also this is just a silly story i wrote based on one of the eddisodes as you can see!! since i can't find a lot of eddsworld + reader </3. might make a pt2)

(f/d): favorite drink

It was the middle of summer, and the house felt like it was on fire.

You were sitting (slouching) on the right side of the sofa, with Tord and the rest sitting at your left as they, absentmindedly, watched television.

 It really didn’t help that the couch wasn’t that big. It made everyone even more sweaty as you all were hunched together. You grimaced at this, starting to wave more the hand fan you had, to try and give yourself some air.

The five of you were sweating a lot. Sighing, your gaze averted to the right, eyes landing on the grey cat who occupied all the fan to herself. Purring as she rolled on her belly.

‘’Good for you, girl… Good for you.’’,  you mumble with a frown, your wrist feeling numb from all the fanning.

‘’Ugh, it’s so hot.‘’ Tom complains, wiping some sweat out of his face.

Tord groans, nodding slightly. For once, he seemed to agree with Tom on that one.

‘’You’re so hot.’’ Edd spats out, his eyes then opening wide, realizing what he’s said. ‘’Oh. Wait, no. You… suck?.’’ He mumbles, more sweat coming out of his forehead from how hot the house and everything was. ‘’Wait, what did ya say?’’ He eyes Tom, as he quirks a brow.

‘’I don’t remember! It's too hot.’’ He says again, melting more on the sofa.

‘’You’re too hot’’. Edd smiles proudly at the ‘new comeback’ he made, looking back at the TV.

The interaction made you smile. Amused, you glance at Tord, whispering.

‘’Does that count as flirting?’’ You chuckle, finding the situation funny.

‘’Mmh? What'd you say?’’ Tord blinks, getting out of his daze as he registers your words. ‘’Does what count as flirting?’’. You shake your head, muttering a never mind as you look at the Cola commercial that was presented, becoming quickly distracted to even notice Tord stealing your hand fan, a tiny smile of mischief on his face as he starts fanning himself. Relaxing more onto the furniture.

You then hear the window opening, and lean forward to see Matt sighing pleased, ‘’Ah, much better!’’ He says as a breeze passes past him, his hair catching on fire. You shrug as he seems to not notice, your attention going back to the commercial

‘’Are you so hot you’re melting into your sofa? Then you need the ice-cold drink in your mouth! Survive the heat with Cola. Cool Cola.’’ Edd perks up, lifting himself up from the sofa and smiling.

‘’Are you guys thinking what I’m thinking?’’ He asks all of you, excitement obvious on his tone. You hum, thinking of drinking a nice, iced beverage.

The guys, however, seemed to think all of different stuff.

‘’I hope so.’’ Tom then says, smiling.

‘’Let’s go to the beach!’’ ‘’Coconut bra!’’

‘’Iced (f/d)!’’

You snort, a bit confused as how Matt seemed to get his hands on a coconut bra, while Tord stared at it.

‘’Finally! That five-hour drive was worth it.’’ You say, stretching yourself as you all get out of the car. ‘’Definitely.’’ Tom mumbles, looking at you up and down, mesmerized by the outfit you chose to wear to the beach. When you look up at him, his eyes widen and he quickly looks away, coughing and putting a fist near his face to hide his blush.

‘’Sun on a beach!’’ Edd throws out a pun, his mouth agape. ‘’It’s… beautiful’’ He takes his sunglasses off to look around the beach, a cute smile tugging at his lips, his eyes closing as he feels the cool air on his face.

‘’How are you holding up, Matt?’’ Tord turns around to search for the mentioned. Now that you were all sitting on the inflatable sofa with your towels placed, only he was missing.

‘’Oh, don’t mind me! Just taking precautions.’’ He says, as he grabs a huge, family-sized bottle of sunscreen, bathing himself on it. The guys stare in disgust at how all the sun screen covers him, meanwhile you stare in disbelief as he wastes all the sunscreen you bought for everyone on himself. The sunscreen quickly vanishes, his skin absorbing it.

‘’Matt, dear. That- was supposed to last for all year.‘’ You say, body trembling slightly. But the ginger doesn’t seem to hear you, as he puts an umbrella hat on, walking as he knocks people over with the hat. ‘’All that sunscreen, my money, gone just like that huh.’’ You sit back on the inflatable couch, looking down with wide eyes as you stare at your sandals.

Tord pats your hair, shrugging. ‘’Meh, it’s not like the rest of us need or even use the sunscreen.’’

You roll your eyes at this. That was exactly the problem. The last time you all went to the beach, Edd and Tom kept whining to you like little kids all next week ‘cuz of their burning skin. Tord tried to play it cool, but it was so obvious he was suffering too, you remember how his skin was peeling off the days after. Yikes. The only one who was fine was Matt, as he always uses sunscreen.

‘’Suuure.’’ You say sarcastically, but finally deciding to let them be as you put your sunglasses on and get into a comfortable position.  ‘’Just don’t come whining to me when I’m right.’’ Tord holds back a smile, waving you off.

‘’Ah, don’t you just love the beach?’’ Matt says now sitting with the rest of you, a controller in his hands as he plays a video game base on the beach. (Ironic) He then blends a banana, throwing the peel away. Edd, who was beside him scoffs.

‘’Hey, don’t litter!’’ He reproaches Matt, his head turning back as he hears a man slipping on the banana skin. ‘’Ahhh yes, not a care in the world.’’ Matt relaxes as he continues playing, his gameplay not lasting long as it suddenly turns off.

You tilt your head. ‘’What happened?’’ You ask, seeing Matt throw the controller to the ground as he pouts. ‘’It turned off! How could this happen?!’’ He crosses his arms pouting, making you giggle at his dramatic reaction.

‘’There’s a lot of other things to enjoy!’’ Edd says, suddenly with a can of soda in hand. Tom nods, agreeing. ‘’For me, it’s the cool, refreshing sea breeze’’ He says as he moves his right hand in a breeze motion. You turn your head as you hear footsteps approaching, it was a worker with a refreshing beverage. ‘’Sir, your sea breeze’’. He says, giving the drink to Tom.

Tom then starts drinking the sea breeze, and you can’t help but stare at it, crearly thirsty. The taller one notices this, and stops drinking to offer it to you, leaning closer. ‘’Hey. Want some?’’ He offers it to you so casually, that you don’t notice the faint blush on his cheeks.

You smile a bit flustered, but nod nonetheless as you start drinking from one of the many straws the drink had.

Tord huffs, crossing his arms as he sees you two interact. Suddenly, an idea pops onto his head. Whistling, he looks away and waits for Tom to take a sip of the drink, to then slap his head from behind the couch, making him spill the drink.

‘’Ugh. Why, you…!’’  Tom quickly hands you what what’s left of the drink, to then pull Tord by his red t-shirt. You deadpan, ignoring the two of them fighting and Edd telling them to knock it off. As you take in the ‘Sea breeze’, you look to your right, noticing someone was missing.

‘’Hey, where did Matt go?’’ You ask to no one in particular, making the guys pause a second to process what you said. Some seconds in silence passing, to then go back to fighting as if nothing.

'Ah, why do I even bother'. You think, sipping on the iced drink.

‘’Hey, beach buds!’’ A man with glasses and a clipboard approaches your group, ‘’Surfing hard or hardly surfing! Am I right or am I right?

This makes the guys halt in their tracks, as they stare at him in silent.

‘’… Cool, cool. Are any of you signed for the fun-petition?’’ He asks with an annoying, but cheery tone.  The norwegian quirks a brow ‘’Huh? That’s not a word.’’

‘’Well I never claimed-‘’ ‘’You suck’’

‘’He’s right, that’s not a word. You do suck!’’ Edd points out

The guy was about to respond, but was pushed to the ground by a taller dude. ‘’Out of the way!’’ The blonde dude says, lading on top of the poor guy and then laughing as he’s about to go away. Edd frowns, and approaches the guy.

‘’ You can’t walk over people like that, man. Not cool.’’ Your friend says, and you decide to ignore the fact that he was standing on top of the clipboard guy, who was still knocked out cold. ‘’So what. What’cha gonna do about it, huh?’’ He mocks Edd, his two other friends laughing with him.

‘’Us against you. The fun-petition.’’ ‘’The losers don’t get to come back to the beach.’’ Tord says with his arms crossed, pointing at the sign that confirmed it. He was now standing at Edd’s side, Tom doing the same.

‘’Deal. And we get your girl.’’ The dude says, making you spill the drink and cough. ‘’What?’’ You stand up, shocked. Edd quickly gets you behind him, staring dead in the eye at the dude. ‘’No.’’ The man scoffs, rolling his eyes ‘’Not her! Her.’’

‘’Coconut bra!’’ Tom exclaims, wearing a coconut bra.

‘’Oh.’’ ‘’Deal.’’

You’re not sure if be offended or glad at what just happened, ‘’What…’’

I still wonder where Matt went to though. Huh.

‘’Let’s start the fun-petition, then!’’

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''Okay! Uhm.'' You look at the clipboard in your hands, unsure on how you ended up being the judge for this competition.

‘’So, the first event is the…sand eating contest.’’ You announce, trying to hide your confusion for this weird start. Shouldn't the event be something like who makes the best sandle castle instead?

Your thoughts go away as soon as you hear eating sounds and sand. Quickly looking up from the paper, you find Tom bending over as he grabs fistfuls of sand and stuffs them into his mouth.

You gasp, now even more worried about this. Checking the clipboard again, you realize the paper was stuck together. ‘’Dude, wait! The first event is the watermelon eating contest!’’ Tom spits out sand, looking at you with widened white eyes.

‘’The what?!’’He says, and you look over to a table, Tom doing the same. There were the watermelons, with Tord on one side as he smiled ‘innocently’ at Tom. Edd waving at him with an actual genuine smile.

‘’Sorry Tom, paper was stuck together- let’s start now.’’ you apologize, cheeks red from embarrassment.

[miffysstash]

Eddsworld Tom/Reader Headcanons

Dates He’d Take You On: 

Dates are sporadic, whether it be to the local bar for a few drinks or to the local skating rink to go around the rink a few times together. He sometimes takes to band concerts or underground concerts if they’re in town, especially if it’s an indie band you really like. He’ll be holding your hand the entire time as you cheer and raise your other fist into the air at the band, his eyes half-lidded with a smile as he doesn’t look away from you almost the entire time. Like you and your thrilled reactions were enough of a show for him.

As stated before, he takes you on dates to the local roller rink close to his house. If you’re not very good at skating, he’ll help you from behind. One hand is located at your hip while the other holds your hand to help your terrified form keep balance.  “Hey, it’s ok (Name). Baby steps, you won’t get it right away.”  After a bunch of practice, you're skating side by side. Holding hands as you dodge passer-by’s and talk about whatever life is throwing at the both of you.  “Hey, you’re doing great babe. Proud of ya.”  He gently squeezes your hand in reassurance that his words are genuine, knowing his voice may sound sarcastic.

There’s also late-night rendezvous with him, whether it be him practicing chords on Susan or just chatting in his room or your apartment with a couple bottles of alcohol (or mocktails for you if you don’t drink).  He’ll chat about his roommates, whom you’ve met on a few occasions, or bands that he’s recently discovered. His head will be in your lap, your fingers dragging through his hair as he rants to you,  “My stupid friends did something stupid like always. One of these days they’re gonna get us killed I swear to God.” “Tom, did you join them though?” “...Maybe?” 

He tells you all the things the three of them get into and on rare occasions the antics they had with his former roommate. You think his name was Tord? You thought he was great at coming up with stories until he came to your apartment one day with a spaceship. “Hey (Name)” He waved nonchalantly.  “Hi, Tom’s partner!” His friends called out.  Meanwhile, your coffee was now dropped and spilled all over your balcony floor as you stared up in disbelief. 

Romantic Stuff He Does:

This man truly doesn’t really change in a relationship, plain and simple. Of course, he does the usual romantic stuff like holding your hand and giving you affection behind closed doors but he treats you the same around others like he did before. He’ll joke around with you like he would before he confessed (although sprinkling little flirts and pet-names into it),  “You’re an idiot, and I love you so much for it babe.” Of course, he doesn’t think you’re an idiot, you both know this. Behind closed doors though? Tom loves to hold you close as you cuddle, sure he loves to be held but to have you in his arms gives him a sense of almost overwhelming comfort. 

He’ll hold onto one of your hands the entire time and just inspect it, whether the lines of your palm or any scars/marks you have on them to remember every last detail.  Places gentle kisses on your hand and forehead as well.  As cliche as it is, he loves mumbling sweet nothings to you. He can mumble to you for hours. “You’re beautiful, ya know that (Name)? I could be here for hours with you and I wouldn’t complain one bit.”

You also noticed he starts to smell less like alcohol and more like a nice light cologne when you get further into your relationship. He starts frequenting the local bar less and less, even on his own when you don’t go there on a date.  When or if you bring this up, he shrugs “Haven’t had a reason to go lately.”

[dollcherray]

₊⊹ HIGHSCHOOL SWEETHEARTS 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ EDDSWORLD WITH A HYPER FEMININE S/O

ᯓ★ Pst! Cherry says: YIPPEE, EDDSWORLD CONTENT! i've been hyper fixating on eddsworld lately so decided to work on some hcs about them for the fandom, eat up children!! and also... I'm FREE!!! i finally solved what i had to solve so i have more time now, reader is gn :) THERE'S NO TORD IN THIS.

✧₊⁺ Type: Headcanons, Romantic/platonic(?), Fluff.

꩜.ᐟ Music: Highschool sweethearts

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ EDD

۶ৎ He thinks you're adorable, really! the first time he met you, you were wearing a white soft dress that had black details on the garment neckline along with black heels and white socks, your hair was tied up on a ponytail with a big white scrunchie that had a bow attached to it and Edd was fond of the style the moment he saw you.

۶ৎ Edd is very chill about it, he doesn't care about how you dress and how much you use makeup and bows, as long as you're happy, he's happy!

۶ৎ The only thing he's not really happy with is the shopping sprees you drag him into, don't get him wrong, he's happy that you know your style but, shopping for it almost every week and dragging him along with it kinda bugs him out because you always make him carry the hundreds of bags.

۶ৎ Edd tried to voice his annoyance to you many times, but everytime he sees the happy look on your face, he just sorta sucks it up and be your bag holder for the rest of the shopping spree, Edd has a weak spot for your smile.

۶ৎ And of course you use that weak spot to your advantage when you ask him if you could do your makeup, he may try to play tough and reject it at first but like i said, just use his weak spot that he'll eventually give in.

۶ৎ Edd doesn't really do skincare but wouldn't mind doing it, i think he would be chill about it honestly.

۶ৎ Everytime he's going to gift you, 50% of the chances is that he's giving you dress or heels, the other 50% is either makeup or accessories, because he's that supportive of your style. 🫶🏼 (and he doesn't really know what else to gift you)

۶ৎ Edd thinks this style of clothing really fits you, you look very delicate and pretty with it, so expect him to compliment every time you put together a new outfit.

۶ৎ If someone judges you for the way you dress, he would defend you but wouldn't try to make a scene, it would be more in a chill way, saying things like "hey man, that's not cool" and etc, if the person still try to be rude Edd would just distance you both from them.

۶ৎ overall very chill but supportive :)

꩜.ᐟ MATT

۶ৎ You guys are twinning.

۶ৎ Matt is not a hyper feminine person like you, but he is quite the feminine guy, so he may borrow a shirt or a bow from time to time, just don't forget to ask for him to give it back. (or he may legit steal it from you 👀)

۶ৎ When he first saw you, he was in the mall with Matilda and oh boy when he set his eyes on you, he gave one of those dramatic loud gasps that you could hear it from across the mall, like Matt chill it's just a person wearing a pink shirt from your favorite brand.

۶ৎ He wouldn't really wear makeup but if you ask to do his makeup Matt will gladly accept it!! if you do something more pinkish he'll adore it!! i like to hc that one of his main favorite colors out of the many he has is pink, so he'll be really satisfied with it.

۶ৎ He'll gladly go on shopping sprees with you, you two would be full of shopping bags in under 2 hours, you guys would be walking with a whole new wardrobe in your arms.

۶ৎ Selfies, LOTS of manicure and/or pedicure selfies, skincare nights EVERY NIGHT, you guys would have a whole new album of photos!! 99% of these photos are written "Besties 4ever" or something between these lines in them.

۶ৎ This man is like your fucking soulmate, if you offer him to wear a skirt he would honestly.

۶ৎ Just a silly duo.

⋆.˚ TOM

۶ৎ He has a love hate relationship with it, same reasons as Edd its just hes more passive-aggressive with it.

۶ৎ not that he really cares what you wear, its just the way you drag people in it that kinda pisses him off but, he tries his best to be supportive of it.

۶ৎ Everytime you guys are one of your hundreds of shopping sprees and you make him carry something, he'll grumble under his breath and begrudgingly take one of the bags for you, because, well, its you.

۶ৎ If you ask him to let you do his makeup, he'll instantly say no, like stop asking and scram off.

۶ৎ But if you really insist on it, like really annoy him about it, he'll eventually give in out of irritation, only to regret it moments later when he sees the "pink mess" (in his words) you did on his face.

۶ৎ Man walked out of your room looking like a drag queen.

۶ৎ Tom is also the type of man to not do skincare but wouldn't mind doing it, so if you offer him to do it for him, he'll accept it and thank you for taking care of him. (cutie)

۶ৎ Sometimes he doesn't understand why you wear so much pink, honestly, but he isn't the best one to complain anyways, since he (like the others) mainly wears one color.

۶ৎ Grumpy cat.

[bogwaterparasite]

Could you please do 2004 Tord x reader, pls? He's my comfort character x(

(btw, pls make him as an adult if ur comfy with that! The TeenTord headcanon makes me uncomfortable x(

(not forced!)

Hello why of course!! I’m gonna be completely honest, last I watched Eddsworld was back in 2014?? So my interpretation might not be the best 🙏🙏 either way I hope you enjoy!!!

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Pairing : 2004Tord x Reader

CW : none

Wc : 639 (wow so short)

A/N : I actually quite enjoyed this one? Im writing this at night and I didn’t have much of an idea of what else to do/ where to take it, but lowkey I can see it possibly becoming an actual story rather than a one shot. Who knows, maybe if I’m feeling inspired I’ll make it into a series

Sypnosis : You’re a mechanic working late one night when someone bursts into your workshop

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The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered garage. It was well past midnight, one of those rare moments when the world seemed to pause, allowing you a precious slice of personal time. Your own projects—the ones that never made it to the top of the priority list—were finally getting some attention.

Being a mechanic wasn't just a job; it was a calling. Each day brought a wild mixture of characters: stubborn old men who looked at you with skeptical eyes, convinced that youth equated to incompetence; entitled customers who argued over every dollar; self-proclaimed experts who believed YouTube tutorials made them equivalent to professional technicians. You'd seen it all—or so you thought.

The sudden crash of the workshop door made you jump, your wrench clattering against the concrete floor. A lanky figure burst in, light brown hair slightly disheveled, eyes wild with an intensity that immediately set your internal alarms ringing. Your gaze shifted towards the window, the LED sign with the words “Open” was shut off.. there was no way he actually thought the shop was open.

Before you even had the chance to protest, to tell him that right now you weren’t under working hours, blueprints exploded across your workspace like a paper hurricane, accompanied by several heavy metal boxes that looked like they'd been "borrowed" from somewhere decidedly official. Immediately, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, who the hell was this lunatic?

You didn’t have much time to question his theatrics as he soon began to explain his plan. Something about a robot.. approximately 10 meters tall? Looking down at the prints on your desk you weren’t able to tell if this was just some geeky fascination or something that you should genuinely be worried about. Regardless, it was something way out of your budget and league. Despite your interest and knowledge on cars, you weren’t so sure it applied to.. this..

"Look man, I dunno…" you started, your voice wavering between professional skepticism and genuine confusion. "I'm a mechanic, not a manufacturer. A twenty- thirty.. something foot robot? That's way beyond the standard automotive repair."

The stranger—dressed in a vibrant red hoodie that seemed almost too casual for the plans now scattered before you—let out a low chuckle. It was the kind of laugh that suggested he knew exactly how ridiculous this all seemed, and yet, didn't seem to care one bit.

"Not asking for mass production," he said, his accent carrying a hint of something Nordic—Norwegian, maybe? "Just one. Perfect prototype. Think of it as... a special order." His hands remained casually stuffed in his hoodie pockets, but there was nothing casual about the calculation behind his eyes.

The blueprints were meticulously detailed. Intricate mechanical designs intertwined with what looked like weaponry specifications. It was.. almost scary, how someone as simple as he looked was able to acquire such things, ones of such magnitude to say the least. This wasn't just a robot; this was something more. Something potentially dangerous.

"Split the profits," he continued, watching you carefully. "Fifty-fifty. All I need is your technical expertise and this workspace for a few weeks."

Something told you this was more than a simple business proposition. The boxes of materials, the precise blueprints, the way he'd so easily found his way into a private workshop, everything screamed of a deeper, more complex story.

And yet, a part of you was intrigued. Curiosity had always been your weakness, and this stranger had just presented a puzzle too compelling to dismiss.

"Who are you?" you found yourself asking, knowing the answer would likely raise more questions than it would resolve.

The smile that crossed his face was equal parts charming and dangerous—the smile of someone who knew exactly how this conversation would end, even if you didn't.

“My name is Tord, What about you, Stranger?”

[c0la-queen]

I’m begging for more EDD X READERS AND TOM X READER PLSPSLPSPSL I NEED MORE EDDSWORLD CONTENT UGHHHHHHH🙏🙏

Turn the Noise Off | Eddsworld Tom x Reader

HELLO, HI OH MY GODS!!! I am BEYOND happy to provide more Eddsworld content for you!! They've been one of my longest and most present hyperfixations for years, those four boys bring me so much serotonin. Since I don't write for him as often as I should, here's some Tom content!! I hope you enjoy and please feel free to ask for more!! Waking up to your request made me feel so so nice!

Warnings: Comfort, Fluff, Astraphobia, Tom is a big softie and I'm RIGHT

Words: 2.3k

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Fear can be irrational.

You know that. That's why children and even adults can be scared of silly things that reasonably can't hurt them.

Clowns, darkness, dentists, enclosed spaces…

…thunderstorms.

You weren't sure why exactly you were scared of thunderstorms. It had been like this since you were little. The moment you noticed the faintest flash of lightning, you'd rush out of your room and wiggle your way into your parents' bed, fearfully awaiting the booming noise that followed. Now, as an adult, you can handle it in minor doses. Light rain, faint thunder; it made you apprehensive, but you could distract yourself enough to stay calm. It was the stronger storms that set you off.

Like now.

It was probably around 6 or 7 p.m. The sun had set half an hour ago, leaving the sky outside the window an inky black. You were alone in the house - the boys had left to go shopping and pick up dinner. Knowing them, they'd probably be gone for another hour or so.

Normally, you wouldn't be so bad. You were an adult. You can handle a silly storm.

Not this time. Not tonight.

Your noise cancelling headphones were dead.

Sure, you could stick them on the charger easily. But they would take too long to charge. The storm would probably be gone by the time they finished. And in the meantime, you would have still been stuck in this same position. Besides, your brain was running off anxiety, you weren't exactly thinking clearly.

You were in the living room, since you had been watching one of your favorite shows on TV previously. The storm had interfered with the connection, so you couldn't continue watching it in the time being, even if you wanted to. Feeling antsy on the couch, and not being able to find a comfortable position on the soft cushions, you had slid yourself down to the carpeted floor instead. It was soft, but the texture was still a little rough against your skin. It kept you grounded slightly. Enough to know you were there, in your body still. Legs pulled up to your chest, you hid your face in your knees, eyes shut tight. You listened to the torrents of rain crash against the roof, the walls, the windows, battering at the house like an intruder attempting to break in. The thunder rattled the earth, shaking the ground with the power of its volume. Despite the little voice in your head telling you that the storm would pass, you couldn't help but be afraid.

You were going to die. You were going to die. You were going to-

You flinched when something touched the top of your head. With a wet gasp, your head shot up. Was it really an intruder, entrance hidden underneath the violence of the storm?

No, it was… Tom. Dressed in his normal hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. He knelt on the floor in front of you, making sure he was level with you. Even though the black hue of his eyes made it impossible to see any emotion in them, you saw that his lips were bent into a soft frown. Concern. His lips moved, going to speak, but his words were drowned out by a crash of thunder. You involuntarily whimpered, unable to hold the noise back from your throat. Burying your face back in your knees, you missed the way Tom's eyes widened as he realized what was happening.

The hand on your shoulder slid down to your bicep. You could feel the warmth of his skin seep into your bones as his fingers wrapped around it. He pulled -

-and then you were surrounded by the warmth. Your face pressed into something warm. Solid. The familiar scent of coffee and something woodsy with the faintest hint of smoke - fire or cigarettes, you could never figure out - completely filled your senses. It was Tom. He had pulled you into a hug.

You felt your muscles go slack. Pulling your face from his chest, you peeked up at him. He was already looking down at you. Still no emotions in those eyes. But you felt his hands cup your cheeks, gently, as if you were made of glass. His thumbs swiped away the tears that you hadn't even noticed were spilling. They stung your cheeks.

His voice was soft, like he was speaking to a frightened animal. That's what you felt like at that moment.

"Talk to me, sweet girl."

Something in the back of your brain slid into place at the name. An instinctual piece of you that melted into his arms, knowing you were safe right there. You fought past the thick lump of saliva in your throat to speak. Voice raw from tears and anxiety.

"It's just.. the storm."

"I gathered that much. What is it the storm itself? Or something about it?"

There was no malice or bite in his voice. Only tenderness and worry. Care.

"It's, um, the thunder? Or how- how loud it is. And how the rain is loud. It's stupid, I know…"

You sniffled and looked down at your lap, fidgeting with your fingers. Tom said nothing. It scared you for a moment. That fear intensified when you felt him move, beginning to slide you out of his embrace. Your fingers flew up, curling into the fabric of his hoodie as you clung to his shoulders. He did think it was stupid. He was going to leave you all alone, make you get over this by yourself-

"I'll be right back, baby. Gotta let me go get something."

Finally, you relented. He set you back on the carpet, standing up. You stared at the floor, listening to his socked footsteps fade away. You silently counted the seconds until his footsteps returned, his legs coming into your field of vision. Something fell onto your head before you could look up at him. It was fabric, and carried that woodsy scent of his. Your hand curled into the fabric, pulling it off your head and into your lap. Even in the limited light, you could identify the blue color. It was his hoodie.

Eagerly, you slipped it on over your t-shirt. He wasn't too much taller than you compared to the others, but the material still swallowed you in a way that you loved. It was like a safety net for your brain. When your head finally emerged through the hood, he was already sitting back down in front of you. The smile on his face made your heart skip a beat. It wasn't often you got to see him being so soft.

Tom reached forward, slipping something slightly heavier onto your head. When it was over your ears, you felt all the noise in the room disappear. You looked up at him in awe, making his smile stretch further. He had brought you his own noise cancelling headphones.

With the sounds of the storm cut away, you focused in on his appearance more closely. Since you were wearing his hoodie, he was left in a t-shirt. His hair was mussed, strands of it out of place. You figured he had recently gotten out of bed. When Edd had announced to you that they were going out, you assumed he meant all four of them. Tom must have chosen to stay behind. You weren't sure if it was because of a simple lack of desire to leave the house, or if he didn't want to leave you in the house by yourself. The idea of the latter option made your heart speed up, even if it wasn't true.

You noticed he was looking at you expectantly. When your head tilted in confusion, his shoulders shook. He was laughing at you. While the rare sight warmed your cheeks, you pouted at him in embarrassment. Why was he laughing at you?

Your eyes followed his when he motioned down. His phone was in his hand, screen towards you as it sat open to Spotify. Your gaze raked down the playlists on display. The Best Ska, Quiet Rainy Days, Shut the Fuck Up, Tord-

This were his playlists. You looked up at him in shock. To some, this may have seemed mundane. Unimportant. But you knew better.

In a house with boys who had never known conventional forms of affection, you had learned to spot the little things. To read between the lines of their words and actions.

Music was one of Tom's love languages. It was no secret to anyone that the man loved music, playing bass was his joy and passion during the moments that he didn't have a camera in his hands. For him, sharing his music with others was a show of affection, a glimpse into his brain through lyrics and instrumentals. And right now, he was letting you look through his Spotify playlists and choose one to listen to. Sure, you had listened to his music before in the car, when he had control of the aux. But during those times, he picked the playlists. Now, he was giving you control. It felt… vulnerable, in a way.

Carefully, hands trembling lightly, you took the phone from his hands. You could swear that from your peripheral vision, you caught him grinning. Almost like he was amused with how reverently you treated this act.

Then, you focused your attention on the playlists. There were a lot of them, you realized as you scrolled. Some of the names made you laugh softly. But then, one playlist caught your attention.

She's Standing Outside the Bar with Me while I Smoke

That was way too specific to not be something important. The playlist cover was a picture of a blurry figure standing outside of a building, looking up at the stars. Smoke from somewhere off camera gave the picture a hazy filter. With a jolt, you realized it was a picture of you. You recognized the building, it was the bar in town that Tom liked. The memory hit you suddenly.

It was Tord's birthday, and the boys wanted to go out drinking to celebrate it. Not wanting to miss out on the celebration, you had tagged along. None of them minded.

The bar was nice. You saw why Tom favored it. The décor was all dark wood and dark accents. It was crowded that night. Judging by the big group at the corner of the place, it was likely some kind of party. Maybe a bachelorette, or someone else's birthday. At some point, it had gotten too loud. Even from your little booth on the other side of the room, the music pulsed loud enough that you felt it throb in your head. To try and lessen the inevitable headache coming your way, you followed Tom when you noticed him slip out of the booth and through the front door. The night air had been a comfort to your senses. Tom had seemed surprised to see you, but didn't complain about the company. The two of you stood on the little wood ramp in a peaceful silence. At some point, you had gotten distracted by the night sky, spotting Orion's belt. He must have taken a picture of you during that time, between puffs of his cigarette.

Your cheeks heated up. That meant… this playlist.. was made for that memory. For you. You clicked on that playlist.

Tom must have noticed your blush, because he raised an eyebrow questioningly at you. Shyly, you showed him the playlist he selected. It was his turn to look away, flustered. But, you spotted a smile on his lips.

You set the phone on the ground between the two of you, focusing on the song that was playing. It was slow, calm, and so very Tom. The lyrics made something tight press against your chest. This was how Tom felt about you. This was a hint of how he saw you. You could feel his eyes on you, trying to decipher your reaction.

Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes. He looked more antsy than you had ever seen him. It was important to him that you liked it. You made sure that your eyes held all the adoration you felt for him. It must have worked, because you noticed the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks. His chest moved in what you recognized as a huff, then he reached an arm out, pulling you into his arms once again. All over again, your body melted into his hold. You closed your eyes.

No storm could reach you here.

You were safe.

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Edd huffed as he opened the front door, shuffling in to try and escape the rain. Tord and Matt followed behind him, holding the grocery bags while Edd carried the takeout they had gotten everyone for dinner.

Just as Edd was about to call out, announcing their presence, Tord's elbow jabbed into his side. He grunted softly, then glared at him. Before he could snap, ask what the hell that was for, Tord pointed off to the side. Edd's gaze followed that direction.

Sitting on the living room floor was Tom, his back pressed against the couch. You were in his arms, face buried in his chest, wearing his hoodie. Edd recognized the black and white checker pattern on the headphones you were wearing - they were also Tom's. Both of you were fast asleep, chests rising and falling evenly.

Edd felt all his annoyance with Tord bleed away into tenderness at the sight. Joy filled his chest. He just couldn't help it as he shuffled the takeout bags onto one arm and pulled out his phone, snapping a silent picture of the two.

Muffling little giggles, Matt quickly ushered Tord and Edd into the kitchen, leaving you and Tom to sleep undisturbed.

[salad-006]

Beginning my no eddsworld challenge: day one

I've had an idea for a fnaf security breach au for while now, atleast a year because i posted these designs first last winter. WELL I've been thinking about actually doing a bit more with the idea lately? So i decided to make more of these freaks

Here's some wip lore i have for those that want it

Takes place somewhere in the 80s-90s, i haven't placed a single time period yet. Instead of the pizzaplex is falls more into just a straightup indoor amusement park. Instead of just the one set of bots we've got a bunch of dupes scattered around, most of them are custom designed for the area and are bolted down. However there are still free roaming robots, like 1-3 sets that are all locked down to one corner of the park.

Greg ends up inside after hours again, and he gets chased like before. This time he comes across One nice freddy, who's sitting half disassembled in maintenance. So, begin the horrible disassembly of the other robots. Chaos ensues, something something idk. I'll figure out more later

OH YEAH and for the bonnie fans: instead of getting murdered he's got like a Crusty situation going on. Some guy up top just decides we need to add a new character, and instead of making a bunch new stuff they just replace bonnie. They could be like mid renovation too, so there's random signs of bonnie still scattered around

[coralpolyp]

I'm not dead!

Hey look here's a redraw of the really terrible bit of digital art I did for last year's Mar13 day as proof! Apparently I didn't even finish the first one on time! Yikes!

I'm well aware that it's been a minute or two since I last posted anything on here or on AO3 - to be more precise, it's been since Splatoon 1 died and I wrote that 8000 word depressing thing - I don't know why 8000 words always seems to be my sweet spot, but it's good to know that I have one. That being said, and with Side Order: Dark Side Mix currently MIA, I thought it'd be a good idea to to have what it is that I'm doing right now on-record in some capacity, for the one or two people who were wondering.

The next few weeks are exam season, so I don't think it's going to be smooth sailing per se, but Dark Side Mix will be completed. After running into a snag with the opening act - namely with the fact that it sucks - I started reworking the entire fic from top to bottom under a new name...and then I lost motivation to do that because perfectionism set in, and I haven't really touched it in a little while.

In the time that I've been away from it, I feel like I've become increasingly aware of how that perfectionism negatively effects me and my work - namely the fact that very little of it actually exists. I mean, sure, people seem to like the stuff that does exist, but there isn't much, and a lot of things are unfinished - usually because I placed too much value on the potential of "the idea", and spent so long labouring over the start of it that by the 10,000 word mark I had realised the flaws of the idea and lost interest in it.

I can't help thinking that's a bit lame. Every other writer has 100s and thousands of words of terrible amateur works they can go back to and laugh at, before they created the masterpieces they're known for now, and my story is that I just kinda show up every once in a while.

I think there's a real beauty to that - creating for the sake of creation, with no fucks given. Maybe this isn't the finest example, but I finally started listening to My Dad Wrote a Porno recently and...I mean... the sheer lack of fucks given is well and truly a gift that keeps on giving. Same goes for Philosophy of the World. Or SMG4 back in like 2014. Or old Eddsworld stuff. There's just a certain carefree joy (or existential dread in the case of the Shaggs) to it all that you never get anywhere else. It's like the difference between a 30 second gesture drawing and 6 hours of carefully-deliberated-over anatomy.

All that is to say - Dark Side Mix is a fundamentally flawed story. It is not high art, it never will be. I should probably just get it out there in it's entirety for the world to see in the time I have available to write, and then move on to the next "brilliant-idea"-that's-actually-just-ok. Nobody likes an "idea guy" - what good is it to spend one's entire life going around saying "I never finished this story, but it was great in my head, and the bit that you can actually read was alright too,"? Creativity should be about getting in there, making a mess, and having fun - let fanfiction be fanfiction, with that being addressed to nobody but myself, because nobody else needed to hear it.

Oh, also, another reason for my absence besides creative block and exams - I'm getting into comics! That, and practising my art fundamentals a whole bunch - I don't think my drawabox is particularly interesting to look at, so I haven't exactly been posting it. I've decided that I want to try giving an idea I had for what would've been another depressing Squid Sister 8000-worder the comic treatment, although you shouldn't expect to see that anytime soon, considering how long it's gonna take, and the fact that I would want to release something like that in no more than two parts.

[slowlyshamelesscolor]

Yandere Eddsworld Hellucard Headcanon

Authors note: This is based on the eddsworld character, not the real person, because the real one is a pedo, so please do not jump me for making this.

Content Warning: stalking, allusions of murder, toxic relationships, cyberstalking, kidnapping, and indications at potential emotional or physical violence.

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT ⚰️🕊

I honestly regard hellucard as an obsessive stalker yandere he fell in love with you at first sight even though you two barely spoke.

You began to see Hellucard showing more frequently wherever you were. You attempted to tell Edd, Tom, Matt, and Tord about it, but they believed you were being crazy.

Hellucard will stalk you for 20 hours. I am not exaggerating. He will even stalk your online accounts. Hellucard acts like a creepy paparazzi, following you about and snapping photos of you. He has a whole hard drive full of photos and films of you.

Hellucard is incredibly pleasant and loving towards you, but if he perceives that someone is attempting to steal you away from him, he will behave aggressively toward that person. Do not be surprised if that person is missing or found dead.

If you reject Hellucard, he will drop the nice guy act and be very angry at you. You should also sleep with one eye open because if you fall asleep in your bed and wake up tied to Hellucard's bed, but do not worry, he is very sweet and will not hurt you unless he has a reason to.

[dogboyships]

Promo Hour ^ω^

Hello! You can refer to me as either Goober or Dogboy. I am 17 years old (february 8th) and my set of pronouns, in order, are he/him, it/its, she/her, paw/paws/pawself and they/them.

I am a furry, therian (bork) and fictionkin rolled into one. My special interest right now is That's Not My Neighbor.

My most recent F/O is Matt (the character) from Eddsworld, though my main F/O is Ches (Chive in the english dub) from Metal Family. I'd rather not have doubles interacting. The rest of my F/Os can be found here.

I follow from @goobergender.

(divider by @.animatedglittergraphics-n-more)

[toph3r-marshmell00w]

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Hewo!! ☆

I'm topher! I also go by toph, tophie or marshmellow :33 I'm a British, scemo, furry artist! Also a self proclaimed, nerd and geek! I will post my art, reblog, moodboards, random opinions, maybe even use this blog as a little journal! Another thing, I am the biggest tophfucius shipper, I will defend them with my life 🙏

My pronouns are he/thon/they/ze/xe + any neos ^^ do NOT use she/her or it/it's on me. It makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

I am genderfluid + xenos! I am pansexual as well as aegosexual!! :3 I am ambiamorous ^w^

I am in many fandoms, for example we haveeee my fav rn, clone high!! Then we have others like fbacc, fnaf, yfm, eddsworld, sandersides, furry, vocaloid, total drama(minor), MLP, South Park, SML, Invader Zim, FRED figglehorn, welcome home(minor), super Mario, smiling friends, hunter x hunter, rick and Morty(minor), tally hall, horrible histories, football (+ 442oons, I'm also a Bayern Munich supporter!!:33), and probably more I can't remember!! XD But I'll mostly be posting about clone high!! ^^

If you'd like to play games with me, I'm up 4 it but i don't play roblox (srry roblox players) , I used to but I'm more interested in minecraft ^w^ I play both java and bedrock! :DD

My music taste mostly consists of scene music of course as well as emo! Sometimes I like to listen to hyperpop, rock, metal, fangame/fandom music, music boxes(mostly the fnaf music boxes), game soundtrack, vocaloid, music from the old internet and sometimes weird al!! :DD I also have a soft spot for shakira (aka my wife/hj <33)

WHOOP WHOOP!! I'm also a juggalo! :33 my fav song from ICP is confederate flag! ^_^

I have quite a few favorite youtubers! These include, FRED (ofc) , memeulous, Danny Gonzalez, drew gooden, Kurtis Conner, tomska, markiplier, jacksepticeye, saberspark, Flamingo, one topic, TUV, messyourself, imallexx, willNE, James marriott and MUCH more!

I am very very VERY interested in history, I love it so much! Everything from the stone age to the 2010s! I love it!! I do hours of research, make powerpoints, factfiles, read about it etc!

I am also quite interested in things like world cups (precisely the 2014 world Cup), Maned wolves and lop bunnies, graphic novels and space! I love doing research about them and picking up random facts + key info about them! If anyone would like to hear me ramble about em please dm I AM BEGGINGGGG <33 I'll also listen to you ramble aswell :33

In total, I have 6 collections: badges/pins, posters, plushies, figures, stickers and cans! ^^

Other random stuffffzz!!

I'm a multi shipper and I ship like anything except proships :3 Though for clone high, I don't really like joanabe, Joanfk, candidworth, jfgogh (I don't get this ship I'm sorry) and harrucius (I mean it's cute but it's just not 4 me ^_^) My fav ships are tophfucius, tophabe(pls don't bully me 😭), joanrriet, Vanceaser, jfabe, butlertron x scudworth (I dunno the ship name 😔), kahlopatra, tommatt, paultryck, poly Martians, scutters (Scott malkinson x butters, one of my fav rarepairs <33), tophdi, jfucius, harold x leshawna, harold x Ezekiel, Ezekiel x Justin, Noah x Cody and like so much more ships that I can't even remember TwT

I'm a copinglink! My copinglinks are topher bus(CH), benatar (YFM) and tom(EW)!! Copinglinks are a coping mechanism to deal with stress, trauma, or other issues by identifying as someone / something knowingly, willingly, and actively! :3

Kinlist!! :

Top kins: Topher bus, Gandhi(CLONEHIGH!!) , pip pirrup, benatar, puff puff, tom (EW), Confucius(CLONEHIGH!!), pinkie pie and Heidi Turner!!

kins: Matt, Rainbow Dash, Twilight, axel chains, joan of arc(CLONE HIGH SEASON 1), van Gogh(CLONEHIGH!!), JFK(again CLONE HIGH!!), stan marsh, Cody and harold(TD) and Kyle(fbacc)!!

Forgot to mention but Im a shifter :3 (current DR is clone high :D)

OHHH ANDDDDD my birthday is 27th Feb! ^^ so erm that's cool :DD

Here's some of my art!

BOUNDARIES AND DNI LIST‼️

DNI LIST!

・basic DNI criteria (homophobes, transphobes racists, ped0s etc)

・PROSHIPPERS AND COMSHIPPERS.

・People who ship irl people.. That's just weird.

・people who bully/send death threats over ships..

・Anti-xenogenders.

・n@z1s

・ableists

・People I know irl.

・AI artists

・anti-furrys

BOUNDARIES!

・ Idm how old you are, you can interact but if you are above the age of 21 please don't dm me or become close. I have bad experience with people 20+ but idm if they interact or reblog or whatever just as long as they don't try to get close.

・I AM A MINOR‼️ please be aware of that when talking to me.

・If you need someone to talk to/vent to I'm here! ^^ but please ask before venting. Also remember that I am not a therapist and I won't be able to respond to all your vents. Another thing, don't just use me to vent. I'm not your own personal therapist that will help you with your problems :/ if venting is all you want to do with me then you are blocked.

・ do NOT use fem terms on me. Only masc or gender neutral :3

・I have a fear of ladybugs/ladybirds. Please do not bring them up or send photos of them or anything like that, it makes me incredibly uncomfortable, unsafe, anxious and very scared.

・As an artist, I do not like people reposting my art on other apps. I don't care if credit is given i am still incredibly uncomfortable. If you'd like to use my art for a profile picture or anything as such (like that'll ever happen) please ask :)

・DO NOT STEAL OR TRACE MY ART.

Thank you so much 4 reading!! I hope i can make some friends or mutuals! :DD

I hope everyone has a wonderful day/night!! Remember to stay hydrated and take care of yourself <33 love y'all!!/p :33

[chuuyascumsock]

MY DARLING POOKIE !!!

I'm so sorry for the late reply T-T. life is being a bitch :/

but OMG IM SO FLATTERED THAT YOU FEEL HAPPY WHEN MY USER COMES UP? Literally all i want is my mooties to know i love them so much???? 💐❤️

ily guys MWAH!!!!!!

but, anygays,

How are you snookums?

and i agree, WHO EATS PIZZA AT 8AM????? WHAT?? I thought pizza was like a lunch/dinner kinda thing... but i cant talk cause i dont rlly eat pizza that much-

ALSO THE DRAWINGS WERE SO CUTE??? i feel bad now cause i have no clue what eddsworld is but now i really really have to know or ill lose my mind!!!

and, side ramble, im going on some camping thing this weekend, BUT THE THING IS. I dont want to go. but i dont have a choice??? like ive never rlly been camping before and i feel kinda awkward around the ppl its with?? idk

so hopefully i definitely become one with the wild 😋

How are you? how's life been?

HEYYYY POOOKIEEEE ❤️

Glad to hear from you again, thought I lost you and was mourning like a widow 🙏😔

I’m good, I dyed my hair once more (just added pink onto the fading blue so now the tips are purple <3).

We don’t open at 8AM (we open at 10:30, which there were customers who came in as soon as we opened) but I was in the back for two and a half hours prepping the dishes (spreading dough on pans and etc. which I could be spreading your dough, if you catch my drift 😏).

It’s okay that you don’t know what Eddsworld is lol, it was popular back in like late 2000s, early 2010. There was an animator named Edd who made wacky little animations of him and his friends going on made up adventures, but he sadly passed away from cancer in 2012. One of his friends is continuing his legacy and they still create animations in honor of him which I think is super sweet :] (honestly Edd was a main inspiration for me to get into drawing self-art and such). But yeah 🫶

I love camping, wish I could go with you, we could be filming the best analog horror tapes known to man (where my horror analog girlies at). I hope you make the most of it though and have fun. Tell me how it goes <3

I’m going to see a movie today (the new Quiet Place movie) and then I’m going to eat dinner with some friends at ihop 😌 I’m just hoping nothing goes wrong because Libby and I have been having some small issues with Teagan lately (he normally is a super great friend and I’ve rarely had any issues with him since I’ve known him since middle school), but he’s been acting off and I just want us to go back to normal when he wasn’t passive aggressive about things that shouldn’t matter (like boys). I’ll never let a man come between my friends and I, but I will if they’re being mean to Libby (hi snookums Ik u see this 😚).

But YES GO BE ONE WITH THE WILD, say hello to the bears for me 🫶🫶

[eddsworld-the-masquerade]

New theme song! With vocals AND lyrics :D

This one was largely inspired by Massive Attack and their album "Mezzanine" which I listened to on loop while working on backgrounds for VN. Very different vibes compared to the old theme XD I might make a tamer version for the actual main menu.

Lyrics and some of my ramblings about the song under the cut! ALSO, headphones recommended for full experience (there's a lot of panning and phasing)

So as was with the old theme, the guys are each represented by instruments.

Edd is the lead synth (Cat is another synth that supports him), percussion/drums and all the SFX and weird noises on the background. He's got the most presence overall cuz it's his world. He's the glue that ties it all together.

Tom is the bass. He's mostly on the back but he's nearly ever present with the richest widest sound and can be heard most when others shut up lol.

Matt is the keys. He's got his own solo part, in the bridge. In the chorus him and Edd play the same notes one after the other, as if trying to get the upper hand. Most noticeable when each of their parts are playing louder.

Tord is the guitar playing the bass notes, in the chorus. This wasn't exactly intentional but his instrument chiming in only in the chorus is almost a reference to him not doing much talking. Also, in the first half, it's playing relatively normal, but in the second half, there's a lot more legatos and sliding up and down, as if he's letting himself get a bit more lose, dropping his usual class pres persona

Overall with this song I wanted something extremely textured, like a dozen of kittens purring into the ears XD I don't know why but textured songs with lots of sounds are becoming my jam lately.

It's less reliant on Eddsworld's jingle now, able to stand on its own. Though I couldn't help myself and sneaked a reference to it in the verse, the last four notes playing by the lead.

And now, the lyrics!

(I wrote them in like an hour, and I'm no poet, so forgive me if these sound too corny)

No rest for me Under the undying moonlight. A silent plea Echoing through the dark of night. (Come set me free) Heartbeat gone null, Body's numb and vision turned blurred white. No wish but one - For you to come and hold me tight. No future, No time. No meaning, No rhyme. No senses, No feelings. No life in These beings. No rest for the wicked (Come set me free) No rest for the wicked (Come set me free)

[vanderlindepounder]

What are some art or artists that have inspired you?

this is such an interesting question . since as of recent i have been thinking about relearning how to draw and change up my style . i feel very stagnant as of late (and since i really wanna start posting to tumblr a lot more and want to begin drawing mine and other people's characters !!!! i feel like learning Again would be a fantastic start)

(also, being in a stagnant state of art, i'm in a REALLY stiff pose, flat and lifeless colouring style - sorta position, i feel like i could really break out of that if i just KEEP on drawing and KEEP on looking at references and KEEP ON developing everything im doing)

As of now, I've been looking at the Homestuck^2 style, i'm so in love with the roundness and how simplistic everything is and how fun and fluid everything is

@/doeiika is also a massive inspiration, i realize how much of their Pizza Tower fanart i've seen and ive fallen in love with it all again

Disco Elysium was a massive changer when it came to how I draw . i redid Kim Kitsuragi's portrait ages ago and it forever revolutionized how i colour each piece of art . however that spark is slowly making its way out and i've been thinking a lot of transitioning to a sort of cel-shaded theme for most pieces . I think (i used to cel-shade but i'm not too sure . That's what transitional periods are for!)

team fortress Two was one of the biggest turning points for how i draw and design characters, it was one of my biggest hyperfixations back in the day (i have 2k hours clocked in and i haven't touched it since), one of the best pieces i ever did was back in 2020 and it still gets plenty of love today . it made me realize how fun it is to use super geometric shapes

YOU are also really up there . yours and cupid's ocs (I LOVE YOU MOONE) are one of the main reasons why im getting back into both drawing AND WRITING !!

@/nxbellion on Instagram was massive during my eddsworld phase (BACK IN .. 2020) .

Ponytown as well ?? I used to be MASSIVE on there and the way how i used to colour my ponies forever changed how i colour things now, mostly with the excessive use of highlights on literally EVERY piece . i think a lot about how i could utilize this later on (or maybe turn it down :( )

A further shortlist includes Darkest Dungeon (Video Game) @/jamisonrivv the whole soyjack ordeal (against my will) @/senkkei Red Dead Redemption (ALL MOTIVATION BABYYY) Don't Starve

[baconcolacan]

What’s the Safe AU I’m seeing?? I’m hunting your blog for 2 hours now and scanning your ao3 😭 please I beg of thy, I crave happy family war criminals

Alsooo out of curiosity- do you think Rtom or tord could heal if taken away from their situations? Or have they already lost their marbles. There is no super glue orrr thems gone. Cause I could maybe Rtom possibly healing himself and learning to be happy but Rtord is more difficult cause he’s already so powerful and stupid… may be too late for the sewer rat, bath and body works can’t heal stinky to the soul.

Sorta high- sorry for typos and general confusing-ness I craft into my wording.

Safe AU?? Im assuming you mean Stay anon, hahaha. If that IS the case, the Stay AU is a personal ew timeline of mine that can be treated like regular Eddsworld, just with the catch that an apocalypse happened a few centuries ago, and it’s got a more ‘realistic’ take than a cartoony one.

As for the Regimen asks….well, I doubt it would be healthy for ANYBODY if Tom and Tord stayed together in this universe. They can heal, on a personal level maybe (I’m all for second chances), but a relationship is out of the cards.