#tom yelling at tord

[d34d6unny]

[nev3rlaand]

Yaoi

[baconcolacan]

Doodling gay people. Still cant handle it. Return to this reaction the last time I did it.

[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?

[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.

[tophatthesilly]

ELLO

WELCOME TO MY LIL BLOG GEHEHHEHEHHEHE If you made it here you probably found me yelling being silly in ur comments or somehow stumbled here bc of my other acct @tophatstintin gegehehhehhehehhehe:3

U CAN FIND MY STUFF WITH "tophat's stuff"

I tend to reblog tintin related things sjsnksksdjdbje

LIL INTRO

Name: Tophat Nationality: CANADAIN HBUGVYFCDCFGH Ethnicity: SRI LANKAN Pronouns: they/her (i mostly use they/them but i don't mind if u use she/her :3) NONBINARY :3

STUFF IM INTO RN (and favorite characters):

LORD OF THE RINGS/ THE HOBBIT-(Pippin)

BEYBLADE BURST-(Wakiya)

TINTIN-(I LOBE THEM ALL JNHBUGVCTR)

OBJECT SHOWS (bfdi, ii, hfjone, bfkfc, object manor :3-(don't really have one lol)

SMG4-(SMG3)

EDDSWORLD-(Tord)

A.V.A/A.V.M-(purple) DANDADAN-(okarun)

SHIPS I SHIP

LOTR/HOBBIT: Bilbo x Thorin, Sam x Frodo, Legolas x Gimli

BEYBLADE BURST: Rantaro x Wakiya, Valt x Shu, Ranjiro x Aiger

TINTIN: Tintin x Haddock

SMG4: Smg4 x Smg3

EDDSWORLD: Tom x Tord DANDADAN: momo x okarun

i haven't really done object oc's for lotr/hobbit, so if u have any suggestions on what objects they should be, feel free to suggest them :3

also as u can probably see, i haven't really posted much here and on my other acct in a while. its bc im having some family problems and i don't have my phone, so i can only post wb doodles for now :'[

ALSO FEEL FREE TO DM ME IF I FOLLOW U BACK :3 I DONT BITE HBGVYFCTDXRGVYBH

also i got some oc's gegehehehhehheheh

tophat, Yara, and Xavier are my osc OC's, the country ball one doesn't have a name lol (i'll just call it CB for now lol), TOO (The Only One) is my A.V.A/A.V.M (animation vs animator/animation vs minecraft (Allan Becker)) OC, and Theodore/Theo is my hobbit OC.

Tophat and CB both use they/them

Yara and TOO use they/her

Xavier and Theo use they/him

[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

[blackleger]

Tord: We were having sex, and out of nowhere, Tom stopped and said he loved me. Then he slapped my butt and yelled, "Giddy up, pony!"

Paul: ...

Tord: I think I'm going to marry him.

[pineappleciders]

hihi! i just found your blog because of your Eddsworld x reader post and it was so cute, i love how you write for the characters. i also saw that your requests were open, and i was wondering if you could write the main 4 boys with gn!s/o that is a singer/songwriter and plays different instruments like piano and guitar. thank you <3

EW main 4 with a musical S/O

includes: edd, tom, matt, and tord

A/N: i am assuming you meant the ew main 4 as you mentioned it!!!! apologies if it isn't what you meant :P also thank you :))

edd

he 100% spies on you when you're rocking out or writing songs. like he thinks it's so interesting. he would just ask to watch but he knows you wouldn't want someone hovering over you while you do your thing

he looves to draw you playing the guitar in his sketchbook,, like he already draws u a lot but he has little shitty doodles of you playing instruments and singing on his wall with lil music notes and everything

lots of music puns.

"hey- hey Y/N. what do you call a musician with problems?"

"what?"

"a trebled man."

if you ever fully produce and release a song, he makes a little animation to it and put a drawing of him smooching u on the cheek at the end. (iknow this is really specific but tell me u don't see this happening)

claps for you when you sing. like in a crowd he'd stand up and clap really obnoxiously and yell "YEAHH WOOOHOOOO GO Y/N" n it'd be really embarrassing

"hey, you see that person- right- right up there? yeah, yeah that's my S/O. i know, they're so great." he says to the person next to him with tears in his eyes

karaoke nights. you two go to a karaoke bar and sing your hearts out. he's absolutely awful at singing but he LOVES it

tom

your guitar and susan have a makeshift wedding, and tom is crying the entire time, walking susan down the aisle while you play wedding music

if you started like shredding on an electric guitar or bass he'd just sit on the bed and ogle like a lovestruck idiot. like he's soooooo in love

he's super impressed, and he'll say it sometimes but be all awkward about it

"you're really good at that stuff, Y/N. i mean- seriously, it's impressive." he's like looking away and scratching his neck

he low-key feels kinda insecure about his own music skills. i think he'd like to write his own songs but hates sharing them, and he's kinda mediocre at playing the bass so when he sees you absolutely destroying the piano or something he deflates

asks you to help him get better at guitar,, which ends up with you like. holding his hands over the correct position on it behind him and it's super awkward and he gets really flustered

you both write songs about each other and you both nearly faint when you see each others songs

sometimes he gets shit-faced and shows up at your door like crying with his bass and a whole speaker system set up outside and just plays a love song he made for you while sobbing his 'eyes' out

matt

he's like, insisting that you play professional classical music or something. like his eyes are glittering talking about having a duet together on stage

he probably has like a play about himself and he begs you to play the music for it

he's constantly asking you to play him stuff. like every now and then he asks you to sing him a lullaby when he goes to bed and he falls asleep in your lap

or sometimes he asks you to play a popular pop song on guitar, and he sings along (albeit terribly)

speaking of singing, he ALWAYS starts singing when he hears you singing or humming. like it's a reflex to sing along. he sheepishly apologizes if you deadpan at him though

when introducing you to someone he wraps his arm around your waist or shoulder and pulls you close and flashes a shiny grin, showing you off

"heh, yeah, this is my S/O, they're a singer and musician. they can play the guitar, piano, violin.. yeah, i'm a pretty cool guy- i mean! uh, they're, pretty cool. yeah. that's what i said."

when the person starts talking to you about your talent goes to you he'll whine and try to get their attention back on him. he knows you're super cool and awesome and have an amazing voice and a beautiful face but this is about HIM and HIS beautiful face!!!

tord

sometimes he walks in on you strumming your guitar or singing a little tune, and he'll lean on the doorway with his arms crossed just listening

he thinks it's super cool, and sometimes he'll ask you to play one of his favorite songs

subconsciously starts humming your songs around the house, and might get a little flustered if you mention it

definitely borrowed your guitar one time and probably broke one of the strings. he got absolutely terrified and locked himself in his room waiting for you to get home

"tord! i'm home! what's- *gasp*"

absolutely quaking in his boots. safe to say he got a good smack on the head and had to pay to get it repaired

he loves to listen to you sing or play piano through the walls. he finds it less awkward than being in the same room, and the muffled effect makes it strangely calming

like matt he pulls you close and brags about your talents to people you meet. with a huge grin too. he thinks he looks so cool but he actually looks like a huge douchebag

he actually looks like a huge douchebag in general. but he's your huge douchebag🥰

this is random but i feel like all of them are the type to show up outside your window in the middle of the night, hold a speaker over their head and play peter gabriel to win ur love. they're such fuckung geeks

[colamasteredd]

Took you long enough!

Edd thought it would be a good idea to take a "shortcut."

Again, I'm sorry Tom.

Yeah yeah I know. It's fine. I'll just be in my room.

Anyways, hey Tord.

Hey Edd.

TORD!! WHAT THE F-

Well maybe next time don't take too long.

THATS STUPID!!

Tom stop yelling! What's-

HE TOOK OUR F*CKING DOORS!!

Tord?

Hehehe.

@t0rdp0sting 🤔

[littlefanficprincess]

Found your pretty face

"Oneshot"

Pair: Red leader/Tord x reader

Song: Panic room by Au/ra

Part 5 (Finale)

(A/n): I am just adding my own art since I ran out of gifs

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"The base is under attack!"

A voice yells, an alarm following after it. The mood suddenly changes, panic entering (Y/n)'s brain.

Tord turns to her with a stern expression "Head to the safe room, immediately" He commands her, looking her in the eyes.

He didn't say much after that, rushing out of the room. (Y/n) could hear is rapid footsteps becoming quieter.

'Right, safe room. Just go to the safe room...' The (h/c)nette's face becomes pale, when realising. 'I don't know where the safe room is'

Opening the door, (Y/n) peaks out of it. Her (e/c) eyes scan the hallway, finding it empty. "Okay, so no enemy soldiers, but also no red army soldiers that can show me the way" she mutters.

She strolls through the hallway, cautiously looking around. Her (e/c) eyes notice a shadow on the wall, but it quickly moves out of her sight. She runs after it, hearing the person match their tempo.

Now knowing that they were running from her, she calls out "Hey, stop right there!" She reaches for her gun, trying to catch up to them.

Finally, she find them standing infront of the lab. Their back was turned to her, their big black coat hiding their appearance. Their figure was tall and a bit scruffy.

They turn around to reveal a man with messy brown hair with a unshaved beard. They hold up a regular gun towards (Y/n), before it transforms into something more futuristic.

Her eyes looks at his hair, before looking down at the green hoodie underneath his coat "Edd..?" She mumbles with a shocked expression.

Edd's brown eyes widen, regonises the voice. He slowly lowers the gun as his eyebrows furrow "(Y/n)?"

There was a silence between the two, both shocked to see eachother at a red army base. Edd looked like a homeless man, and (Y/n) was in a red army uniform.

His brown eyes shift over to the left, before they widen. "(Y/n), look out–!" was the only thing he could tell. A bullet flies through the air, coming right for the girl. In a split second, it hits her Pinkie finger and blow it off her hand.

(Y/n) screams agony as she crouches down on the ground, holding her bleeding hand. It felt like hand was aflame, eyes prick in the corner of her eyes.

Looking from the hurt soldier, back to door and then back, Edd thinks between his options. He opens the door and goes in, closing the door behind. A regretful expression fades on his face as he reaches towards a case that stood at the end of the room.

Betrayed, (Y/n) looks heart broken as Edd dissapeared from her sight. She hears Tom's voice, seeming not too far. "These guys are weak, how did they even get here" It sounded like he was getting closer, another person with him.

"(Y/n)! Are you okay?" Matt's voice call out, running towards his old friend. He crouches next to her, checking on her.

"Edd, he went in there" (Y/n) mumbles, pointing shakingly with her injured hand at the door. She was still shocked by the blow, trying her best to calm her breathing.

Tom approaches the door, opening it. The room was isolated, a case in it was open and empty. "He took the time machine" Tom conclude, seeming to very annoyed. "Matt, take her to the health station. I'm going to get another time machine, Edd is going back to kill himself"

The ginger was surprised by Tom's explanation. He nods and helps (Y/n) off the floor. He felt bad, seeing her so shaken up. He walks her to the health station, being greeted by a nurse.

She sets (Y/n) down on a bed, walking to get some bandage. Matt couldn't stay, as he had to follow Tom to another time machine. The girl was alone, watching as the nurse wrapped her hand in bandage. She was happy she didn't get worse.

There was a knock on the door, it sounded like metal hitting the wood. The door handel was pushed down and the door opens, revealing Red Leader. His single looks over to the nurse and then over to (Y/n), he clears his throat "Mrs. Soro, can you give us some privacy?"

The nurse give the quick bow, walking out the door. There was a silence after she left. (Y/n) looks up at him, waiting for him to say something.

Tord let's out a sigh, before taking a seat next to her. He grabs her now four fingered hand, his thumb softly stroking it. His eyebrows furrow as he observes the spot where your Pinkie used to be. "I should've gone with you, you wouldn't have ended up like this" He mutters, his heart aching.

"It's fine, it was out of your control. I'm happy that I didn't get shot anywhere vital" A small smile appears on (Y/n)'s face, her gaze was slightly turned down.

Tord's mechanic hand takes ahold of her jaw, pushing it up to meet his gaze "I can't just watch you get hurt, you mean too much to me"

His words make the girl widen her (e/c), looking shocked at him. When she first met him after all these years, he was cold. But now, he felt sincere, like a different person. She didn't notice that the space between them became smaller.

His lips met her, (Y/n) notes how surprisingly soft his lips. She begins to kiss him back, placing her none injured hand on his shoulders. It felt kinda like a reward, after all they went through. Their moment of peace.

They part for air, looking at eachother, his red mechanic thumb brushes over her lower lip "You'll be on my side for now on, I promise you won't be hurt again.

┏━°��� 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

Tom walks through a door, holding a file. He approaches a desk, placing the file on it "Here is the file you requested for, (Y/n)"

The one sitting at the desk grins "That's not what you're supposed to call me". She leans on her hand, where a mechanical pinkie attached to it.

"I am not going to call you that"

"Who is higher position here, hm?"

Tom sighs, pinched the bride of his nose "Yes, Crimson general"

[thepolysworldau]

Tom, tell Tord or Susan gets it

Heh..y-you are joking right?

AHA! YES!

Tell her now or the guitar dies!!

H-hey, we can talk this out, huh? I can buy you more mirrors?

I will go to your room right now!

NO!

Hey, can you stop yelling? I can't hear the tv-

[obsessivelyloved]

Takes place during the psych ward fic.

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Tord went silent after you broached the question. His mouth was a hard line and he kept his eyes downward at his hands. His jaw clenched.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to answer,” you say gently. “I’m sorry for pushing.”

He shakes his head. “No, no… It’s alright. I understand talking about what happened is supposed to….” he trails off again. A small tight smile appears on his face as he looks up at you. “Help me get better.”

Tord takes a deep breath and sits up straight. “I hadn’t meant to kill Jon. Really, I hadn’t. Poor guy was just at the wrong place, wrong time, when my flatmate and I… were having a drunken sprawl.”

You nodded, trying to keep an encouraging expression. “And Jon was your… neighbor?”

“Yes. He was the nicer one. It’s a shame that it was him and not one of the other three. They were a near constant pain in my ass. One of them was always upsetting my…” Tord grows quiet as remorse crosses his face. “Edd still hasn’t visited?”

You shake your head. Guilt crosses your face as your eyes dart to the reinforced window of the room. The guard wasn’t paying attention. You clasp your hands and lean forward, elbows resting on your knees. In a hushed voice, you rush out, “I’m not supposed to tell you this, but I think you deserve to know what happened. He’s still being kept in the institute up north. Him and… Tom. Matt’s family took him in and he’s under housewatch.”

Relief and anger flash side by side on Tord’s face. “I told them that Edd and Tom had nothing to do with my decision,” he says through gritted teeth. His voice rises with anger. “I told them that that prick Eduardo started the whole damn thing when he-” he cuts off, giving you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t yell.”

You both sit in tense silence. Then, he opens his mouth again. “I wasn’t trying to kill Tom. We didn’t always see eye to eye, but I’ve never wanted to kill him. That night, we both just… had too much to drink. So we took our fight outside. And, well, you know the rest.”

You nervously tap your thumbs. As much as you hated to push, this was more than Tord had ever spoken about that night. “I-I’d like to hear it from you, in your own words. If you feel up to it, that is.”

Tord frowns. He reaches up to scratch the scar on his face.

“Well, Eduardo came outside. Yelled at us to take our, and please excuse me for using this word, fag fight inside. Edd had been hovering next to the living room window and he rushed outside. Of course Eduardo couldn’t keep his mouth shut. His whole damn posse came out and egged him on. He…” Tord rubs his face. “It’s hard to remember, you understand? I was drunk. All I can gather is he insulted Edd. Called him nasty things. So I pulled my gun out and shot him.”

You take a sharp breath of air. “Except it hit Jon instead.”

“Yes.”

[baconcolacan]

The T4T tomtord has me thinking DEEPLY like….

As kids Tord would be just the most UNBEARABLE egg there is out there. He’d be hanging out with Tom and just ask shit like ‘Hey Tammie? Do you…ever feel like you’re someone else??’

SURPRISINGLY he’s the reason Tom gets an early awakening cause he keeps using him as a fucking soundboard for his eggthoughts and Tom’s just ‘Ohhh yeah I get it now’ and knows he’s a boy from a young age and it takes Tord until at LEAST sophomore/year 10 to realise he’s trans.

And yes, he still used Tom as a soundboard for all those years until then. Tom TRIES to give him hints, he never catches them.

[ryemackerel]

[1/4] TORD - CREATURES FROM MUM’S BASEMENT BACK IN 2017!

Tom: “So first of all we have our drummer, the og drummer ever since we started the band. Always loves to smash shit and yell at the top of his lungs, and if you got someone that loves to destroy everything and anything around him, then you got yourself a good drummer.

This fucker pounds on that shit like hellfire. Talk about a song with a really-REALLY fast beat, tell Tord to drum, like, “Hey, bitch. Go drum for this song,” and what do ya know? He’s already on his feet SPRINTING for that drumset.

He’s a great guy. Keeps the energy of the group really going. You’ll never get tired recording a song when you got Tord around. Unless you’re tired of his ass, then that’s another story, lol.

And yeah. I ran out of nice things to say. Uh. Fuck this who am I kidding I was lying he’s a total prick. Complete asshole and SMELLS like an asshole.”

Tord: “Sounds like someone’s self-projecting.”

Tom: “Oh and SPEAK OF THE DEVIL. Here you go guys, here is Captain Stinkass Bitchass Motherfucker himself.”

Tord: “Says the fucker that stunk up and clogged the toilet last night.”

Tom: “EH EH EH! LET ME FINISH! Self-proclaimed “bodybuilder” but actually rots in his room reading hentai mags all-fuckin-day and couldn’t even get a girlfriend once in his lifetime.”

Tord: “You’re saying this shit and I’m sitting here with *THREE* boyfriends now.”

Tom: “Make that two once I dropkick your ass out of here, mother fucker.”

Tord: “Love you too, stupid bitch.”

[wrong-villain-au]

Introduction to blog:

This is an au that basically like, what if tom was finally done with the eddsworld gang pushing him around, and he wanted to finally be the one to get the last laugh (yes I know, how cringe)

Where the au is taking place currently:

Post-end, tom hasn't taken over yet but is making plans to, he has also gotten Paul and Pat on his side

ASKS ARE:

OPEN, PLEASE ASK ANYTHING TO TOM

(or me if ya rlly want, but I'm only answering questions Abt the au)

Characters you can currently talk to:

Tom (likes to be referred to as blue leader, Leader, or Thomas. will probably get mad and not answer your question If you use his casual name, because it reminds him of edd and Matt)

Do not ask Tom about:

Susan, (he misses her very much and is trying to either move on and get another bass, or send Paul and Pat back to the house to search the rubble)

Edd and Matt (he does not want to even think about them currently)

Characters that u will be able to ask in the future if this blog gets any asks or "traction"

Edd:

Tord:

Matt:

Paul:

Pat:

As the au goes on and we get into "wtfuture", and angsty territory, you will be able to speak to matt less and sometime characters won't want to answer questions due to their mood from the last ask, or depending on what part of the story we are on >:))

Explanation of the au so far: ↓

Basically like:

in the end part where tord goes "my hat! :3" he said "classic stupid tom"after,

and as soon as tord presses the red button to shoot himself into the robot, tom goes

"classic. stupid. COMMIE!!" as he jumps onto tord, lashing out at his eyes, but instead of tord getting sucked into his robot, it's tom

He goes on a rampage, with the robot, like tord did, but it was honestly just button mashing lmao

Edd comes home like in the end, but to find tom going on a rampage, and tord stumbling out of the house, almost tripping over all the rubble

"I thought we were.. I thought we were friends!"

"friends?... FRIENDS??!, DO FRIENDS PUT EACH OTHER IN LIFE THREATENING SITUATIONS, HUH EDD?!, or should I call you Edward now?, Edd is a buddy name. You aren't a buddy to me."

He blasts off with the robot, as tord did

"SO LONG, EX FRIENDS!, DESTROYING THE WORLD ISNT GONNA TAKE LONG, SO I WOULD RECOMMEND FINDING SHELTER OR SOMETHING, BUT WHAT DO I CARE, RIGHT?"

Tord points Edd and Matt to the pad with the buttons on it and they start clicking random buttons, until

*EXPLOSION*

The robot explodes, and tom falls onto the grass

Paul and Pat rush to the robot, hoping to find their friend, tord. But instead find tom, take him into the car to get him medical help, as they question him as to why he was in the robot, and where tord was

Edd drops to his knees, regretful of what he did

Matt was doubtful of tord, as he thought of the room earlier with the buttons in it, and how tord was so quick to tell them to go to the button pad to destroy the robot

Tord passed out from blood loss

Edd rushed to tord's side, picking him up, he ripped off some cloth from his hoodie to tie up tord's scars.

Matt picked up a card on the floor, it was addressed to an apartment!, he gave it to edd

Edd looked at the card and it's adress

"Hey!, I know where this is, maybe tom had this apartment set up when he stormed out.."

wait. Was he thinking of moving out because of how we acted...? Edd thought

"Edd..? Are you ok there?"

"... Yeah, I'm fine ^_^, we should make our way over there so we could set tord down on the couch or something and look up how to help him, he's not looking too good right now."

Ringo runs out to edd from behind the house, covered in dust

"RINGO!" Edd yelled, as a tear went down his cheek. he passed tord over to matt, and opened his arms for Ringo to jump into

He welcomed her into a warm embrace, of which, he didn't want to let go of her ever again,

When he finally let go of her, she jumped into the pocket of his hoodie and fell sound asleep

Matt gave tord back over to edd, he did not want to carry someone all the way to the apartment

They slowly make their way to the apartment complex, as Edd carries tord there, Ringo in edds pocket, napping, and Matt following closely behind

Hope y'all liked my rambling :3

Ask away at tom, and I he will answer <3