#But Patryck really is dumb
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Who is the killer?
So the killer is probably Lydea, the twins or Astrid.
If Lydea is involved, she is the one behind the scenes, the "your majesty" on the other end because she didn't kill Nadja and Olivia and I believe that both Juliana and Nadja's deaths are connected.
Same for Astrid. I don't see her getting her hands dirty.
I had considered maybe the twins killed, either for Lydea or Astrid but why? And the murders seems personal, especially Nadja's. And as far as we know it, the twins weren't close to Nadja or Juliana.
And I can't help but keep coming back to Vasili for some reason. Logically any of the bastard children, Vasili, Bas and Marguerite or even their mother would benefit from the Act going through, so killing them seems detrimental. If Bas or Vasili has a hand in any of this, it's not tied to the Act. It was either a rejected lover and/or revenge plot but I have a hard time believing that because of Nadja's death.
So in conclusion: I have no fucking idea lol
#I don't believe that its Marguerite or Patryck tho#Marguerite was only 13 when Juliana was killed#Plus it wouldn't make any sense for her to murder the women#And Patryck is too stupid for it#Astrid could be faking her ditzy act#But Patryck really is dumb#So the puppet master is either:#The queen Astrid or Lydea#And the killer is either:#The twins Collette or the mafia#Cop2#crimes of passion 2#choices#pixelberry#playchoices
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I have HC of Patryck
He does the maniac laugh when he starts a plane because he a lil goofy like that ( actually it’s because he’s really excited and he does not know how to release that energy instead of becomes a evil laugh and Paul think he gonna die every time )
(Stupid drawing so people can read my dumb text)
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A proper introductory post for myself
hey. name's lance. sometimes i go by the names of my kinlist, so don't be afraid to ask as to what my name is at the moment.
i'm a fan of Mother Mother, My Little Pony, Furbies, Pokémon, and uuuhhh... more stuff, but those are typically what you'll probably see me yapping about on this blog.
favourite albums are, as stated in my bio, The Sticks and Very Good Bad Thing, however, those are only my top two faves - I also really like Eureka and O My ♥.
various lists under the cut, these will likely update in the future. :3 (btw there is no dni here because i find them a little dumb. if you interact with me and your vibes are a bit off to me i'll just block you lol)
Friends:
@ask-causes-and-curses
@edd-ska
@superawesomelurkaccount
[more friends to appear in future! ^^]
collective gender tag: #Funhouse Gender Basement! <- subject to change
headmate list, plus post tags:
-Dirk Strider | (no tag applicable, check out @tirneaustestifled!)
-Tab Incredibox (blame Lilac for getting us into Incredibox /j /lh) | #lab reports
-Ryan Guldemond | #ryan's rants
-Molly Guldemond | #molly's musings | @bitchycreationthing
-Jasmin Parkin | #jasmin's junk
-Gerard Way | #gee gabs
-Sharpay (Typo!Eddsworld) | #pay's ramblies
-Patryck (Typo!Eddsworld but also Canon!Eddsworld to a degree) | #pat speaks
-Tord Larsson | #tord talks // larsson
-Tord (Canon!Eddsworld) | #tord talks (yes we share a tag. deal with it.)
-Oleander/Lee (host) | #Speaksies! | Oleander
otherkin theriantypes:
-Mosquito
-Alicorn
userboxes (semi-outdated but i like 'em all too much to remove 'em!):
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#intro post#pinned post#me#my introduction#my intro#info post#my info#i'm not tagging the fandoms#there's too many here xD#updated 2/18/24 - i'm actually a we! system vibes!!! ^^
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Okok really tough question for you: u know how ur Paul and Patryck are like The Duo right? But what if u couldn't pair them together, who would would be Patryck's bestie? If that. Makes any sense Im sorry HDKBF
Honestly? The safest bet would be Tord, at least with my headcanons: both nerds who would support eachother's real dumb ideas and plans. And would 100% hype up eachother.
If i feel completely crazy and I'd go full silly mode, i could even say Matt. Just because I can see them getting along over their chaotic ideas and maybe some hobbies they share,,, thinks hard.....
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I'll never say: Chapter 2
Ship: Tord x tom x matt x edd, Paul x Patryck.
Warning: Triggering content, mild gore
Edd woke with a dazed feeling. His throat burned and his whole body felt heavy. Opening his eyes, he found himself tied to a chair. He was sitting at a table, tom, and matt on either side. 'What's going on? How did I get here?' Edd thought to himself, looking around the room for a possible exit. The walls and floor were a dark grey color and there was one single iron door.
"What the hell…?" Tom groaned. Edd turned back to the table. Tom looked confused and slightly irritated.
"Tom!" Edd gasped "You're awake!"
"Yeah edd, where are we?" Tom murmured.
"I… I don't know" edd said.
"My face…" matt said suddenly, startling both edd and tom.
"Matt! You scared us" edd said.
"Why is that the first thing you said?" Tom asked in an exasperated tone.
"I don't know! Is my face okay though?"
"Yeah, its fine" edd shook his head. Suddenly the door opened and a young woman walked in. She had short black hair pulled into a high ponytail, a black hoodie, dark grey high-waisted jeans, and black combat boots. She sat down in the chair across from edd.
"So, you're finally awake. Took ya long enough" she chuckled.
"Who the hell are you?! Why are we here?" Tom spat.
"Where are we?" Edd added.
"My my, you sure ask a lot of questions. At least one thing about tord is he's rather silent." she smirked, seeming to enjoy provoking the men.
"You- DID YOU HURT HIM?" edd shouted, scaring matt and tom as they'd never seen him so angry. Just being near her made his blood boil.
"So you do care for him. Hmm, I guess it's only fair I answer your questions before I ask my own. My name is tay, and you are currently in the black army's questioning room. I'll get to why you're here in a moment."
"What makes you think we'll answer your questions??" Tom growled.
"Because I know you care for tord," they stiffened, waiting to see what she'd say. "And I know you'd be oh so upset if tord were to, how do I put this, be so injured it'd destroy any life he ever had." She had a dark look on her face.
"We'll answer your dumb questions!" Tom said lowly, eyes flashing purple. Tay didn't miss this but didn't comment.
"Just please don't hurt tord!" Matt pleaded.
"Let me ask you this, what is Tord to you all? Answer truthfully." She said in a serious tone.
"He's our…" Edd hesitated. Did he really want to be the reason tord suffered more pain? "He's our boyfriend."
"Boyfriend? All of you?" Tay snorted. Edd felt rage rush through him and an insult was on the tip of his tongue.
"Shut up! Our relationship is perfectly fine!" This time it was Matt who yelled, again startling his lovers. Even tay seemed surprised for a moment, but a sadistic grin suddenly appeared.
"I wouldn't have taken you as an intimidating person, but you seemed to do just fine. I wonder what I could do with you…" she murmured. It seemed like she was talking to herself but due to the nature of the room, everyone heard.
"If you so much as lay a finger on him I swear I'll-" Tom was interrupted by tay.
"QUIET! I wouldn't go around threatening people who have far more control. I have to deal with your 'dearly beloved' later and if you want him back in one piece then its best not to put me in a bad mood." Tom looked like he wanted to object but instead held back. "Good"
"What do you want from us? From tord?" Edd asked. It took a lot in him not to raise his voice.
"Simple, I want to know the location of the Red Army's bases. With this knowledge, we can purge them and rid the world of their pathetic existence. Tord knows this and we are going to get it. I simply captured you because I know tord care about you. You being here will hopefully be enough. Tord should know by now we aren't holding back."
"You're a monster!" Edd growled.
"So is Tord." Tay stood, smiling evilly. "Now if you excuse me I'll be off. I have someone else I must see. Ta ta!" With that, she was gone. That pink familiar gas filled the air and soon the three of them passed out.
Tord woke, blinking to clear away the post-sleep blur. He was lying on the cold stone floor. "Good morning princesses." Said a young woman who went by the name of tay. Tord's head shot up and he stared for a moment in fear
"What…?" Tord murmured tiredly.
"I see your friend gave you his hoodie. Must be cozy, it's a shame it won't last long" Tay smirked. Adrenaline rushed through his body as he remembered the blue hoodie that hung off his thin frame.
"He's not my friend!" Tord said. It was a lie, tom was more than just a friend to tord. But tay could never know that.
"So red leader, what do those men mean to you?" Tay asked.
"Nothing. They mean nothing to me." Tord lied. It was for their own good. He shakily sat up, ignoring the pain.
"Oh? Is that so? We asked them and apparently, they're quite close to you" She smirked evilly. When had they talked to them? What did she mean by close? If she knew that meant….
"I… I lied to them, I never cared." Tord said in a dead tone. He may be a good liar, but three against one was hard to match.
"I think that's a lie…" tay said, leaning in closer to the scarred male. Tords eyes widen in surprise and he prayed his face didn't reveal how terrified he was.
"You-"
"I see that look in your eyes, you can lie all you want but your eyes will always tell me the truth." Tay said, giggling maniacally.
"Shut up!" He snapped.
"Tsk, tsk" she clicked her tongue. "When will you learn Larsøn? I'm in control here. I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson" A wide smile appeared on her face. She took a step back and disappeared into the darkness, only to return with a shiny metal bat.
"What are... What are you doing? " tord asked, breath picking up. Tay twirled the bat like one would a baton, a smile ever present on her face. She tossed it up in the air before catching it and holding high above her shoulder.
"Don't worry Larsøn, it'll all be over soon" With that, she brought the bat down on his leg, a sickening crack sounding. Tord screamed out in agony. Tay did it again, and again, blood splattering everywhere. She moved on to his right arm, hitting it again and again until it was almost impossible to tell it had been an arm.
"Stop! Stop please!" Tord wailed, shaking his head back and forth. Of course she didn't listen, hitting his gut. It wasn't as hard but it was still painful. Toms blue hoodie was splotched with deep reds and purples.
"Black and blue suits you. I feel bad for, tom was it? His hoodie won't last this playtime" She said, dropping the bat with a loud clunk. Tord whimpered softly, tears staining his pale and bloodied skin. He just wanted to go home, curl up in his parent's arms and let them protect him from the world's dangers like the childhood he knew so well. Paul and Patryck were probably worried sick, and despite what he was told Tord knew they were looking far and wide for their son. He was tired, so tired. Tord's eyelids grew heavy.
"Don't fall asleep yet, we still have the main event!" Tay cackled, stabbing tord with a syringe filled with a blue liquid. With a gasp, Tords eyes flew open as a rush of energy pumped through his veins. The only thing that stopped him from moving away from the crazed girl in front of him was the pain the bloomed everywhere on his body. There was a loud thump of heavy boots against the stone floor before a man entered the room. He had brown hair brushed to the side and unique black eyes. He wore an outfit similar to tay's, black baggy shirt, black jeans, and black combat boots.
"T-Tim?" Tord croaked. Tim was Tom's older brother, and tord could never imagine him working here. Tim gave him a sad smile.
"I'm sorry. I really wish things were different…" was all he said, scooping tord up in his arms and walking alongside Tay. So Tim was captured too? How many people's lives were they willing to ruin just to break him? So many people were being put through hell, and it was all his fault. Tord was snapped from his thoughts as he was thrown onto his bed, jostling his arm. He let out a scream of pain and looked up quickly to his torture. Tay had a sadistic grin on her face, In her hand a simple hammer.
Tim grabbed him and shoved him up against the wall, holding him there and stretching out his left arm. Tay grabbed a thick nail a few inches in length and placed the tip to Tords forearm. His eyes widen as realization dawned on him "No, no no no no no nono–" tord's pleas were interrupted by his own violent screams. Tay hammered the nail deep into his flesh, her laughter filling the air along with Tords screams of pain.
Once she was satisfied tords arm was nailed onto the wall, leaving him in pain as he was forced to hold it up so the nail wouldn't rip through his flesh. Tay wasn't done though. No, she was far from it. She grabbed another nail and did it again, this one a few inches away from the first. She did it again and again until there were at least 12 nails holding up his left arm. She did the same thing to his right arm, commenting on his screaming offhandedly. Finally, she was done and got off the bed to take a look at her work.
"Let's go, we have things to do" she giggled almost psychotically. She tossed the hammer over her shoulder, it bouncing and falling behind the bed. She left the room and it was only then tord realized he was alone. Where were they? What did they do to his boyfriends? Were they hurt? This only made Tord sob harder. He couldn't handle the thought of being the reason the loves of his life died.
The door to his room opened the three men he didn't recognize entered, carrying the three aforementioned men he'd just been worrying over. They were all placed in their beds and the men left as quickly as they came, sliding a medical box between the wall and Edd's bed. They still looked to be peacefully sleeping but Tord didn't care. If someone didn't get him down this instant he was sure he'd die of pain and blood loss.
"Help! Help Please please I can't -" Tord gasped, finding it hard to get the words out. His throat felt tight and he could hardly breathe, let alone talk. "I can't take it. Please, it hurts, F-fuck! Im sorry, I'm so sorry please help me. Edd, Tom, Matt!" He screamed out in desperate hope. Thankfully fate seemed to pity him at this moment, as he shouts awoke all three men, and they immediately looked to him
"Tord! What the hell?" Edd screamed as he jumped up and raced over, tom and matt right by his side. He looked absolutely horrified and at a loss on what to do. His beautiful green eyes were wet with tears
"Tordy!" Matt cried, tears welling up in his crystal blue eyes. He looked around to try and find a solution. The hammer! They didn't know…
"Hammer, its.. its under the bed. Get it, please hurry up!" Tord said, pain and sobs making it difficult to speak. Edd nodded and quickly retrieved the object in question, cringing at the dried blood that caked its surface.
"Don't worry tord! We'll get you… We'll get you down I promise" edd stammered weakly. He looked on the verge of a breakdown but forced himself to remain strong for Tord's sake. He really didn't deserve them in his life. Edd stood on the bed, moving to Tord's left and taking Matt's overcoat to use as leverage. Tord bit his tongue and focused on matt, who was on his knees in front of him and gently holding on to him. It was comforting, and tord took in Matt's scent of strawberries.
"Did that girl do this to you?" Tom asked. Tord nodded, unable to make himself talk. All that left his mouth were wails of agony. He didn't know what hurt more; having nails hammered into his arms or having them pulled out.
"Shh, it's gonna be alright," Matt said softly, running his hand through messy brown hair. He tried to focus on the feeling, his nails scratching his scalp. Even so, he couldn't ignore edd prying out another nail, it fell to the bed and joining the pile of the others. Matt murmured soft words of reassurance and comfort but it did nothing for the bleeding communist.
He hummed an unfamiliar tone, and while Tord may not have known what the ginger was humming he did know he liked it and would have to ask him about it on a later date. He desperately wanted to cling onto him, to hold onto to him like a frightened child would do to their parents. But his arms were unusable and even the thought of moving them had him trembling. With a groan, edd pulled the last nail from his arm, it falling limply to his side. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly. It hurt. Everything hurt so much he didn't know if he'd survive. People died of shock all the time.
"Shit! He's losing blood, fast!" Edd said. Tord cracked open his only working eyes to see edd panicking. He lifted his head and mustered up what little strength he had left.
"Box... First- first-aid box by…" tord hung his head, sobbing pitifully. He couldn't get the words out, pain numbing every working part of his brain. He could hardly hold himself up anymore but wasn't ready to rip his arm off.
"By? By where? Tord I need you to tell us" edd practically begged. He looked desperate, and he was crying as if he was experiencing tord's pain.
"Edds bed… be- between the wall… Please just get me down…" tords speech slurred. He was losing his will to fight and his eyes drooped dangerously. Edd nodded and rushed over to find it.
"Tord, babe, I need you to stay with us okay? You need to stay awake." Tom had a worried look on his face as he spoke, using a soft voice usually reserved for late-night talks. 'Talk to us, okay? I know it's hard but talk to us" Edd returned with a white box and pulled out a roll of gauze and alcohol. He poured the alcohol over Tord's arm while matt comforted him. He kept him up so the nails wouldn't rip his arm.
"It hurts... It hurts… It feels like it's tearing through my arm. It feels like my arms the only thing holding me up. I can't take it anymore. I… I" Tord sobbed louder, unable to utter another word. He just wanted to die, crawl into a ditch and never leave. Tord wasn't ready to face the world anymore, he was only 24. Barely even an adult. Edd began to apply the bandages.
"Don't think about that honey, try to focus on something else…" Matt soothed. Tord tried to calm his breathing but it was difficult since edd had started on his other arm.
"Remember that time we went on our anniversary date and bought edd a cola with his name on it?" Tom said. It seemed he was trying to stir some good memories.
"Yeah- yeah I remember that. He was so happy I thought he was gonna explode" tord giggled softly, which was followed by a scream as edd pulled out another nail. His voice was horse at this point.
"I was so happy that day" edd murmured softly. All his focus was going into tord and he seemed a bit hesitant to speak.
"Yeah, tord was blushing like crazy.." Tom said in what appeared to be a teasing manner. Tord had to appreciate him for it.
"Edd's really cute when he's excited" tord bit his lip, more tears streaming down his face and copper filling his mouth from how hard he'd been biting. "Like a... Like a puppy.." His Silver eyes drifted to his arm, watching in horror as edd pried at another nail. The sight of blood and his own bruised and mangled flesh making him feel sick. Tord breathing began to quicken and he wasn't entirely sure why the sight had affected him so badly. All he knew was that he was hyperventilating and his sobs became loud and gut-wrenching.
"Hey, hey look at me." Matt said quickly. "Focus on me and tom okay? Don't look at what Edd's doing."
"Yeah, look at us, it'll all be over soon," Tom said. That was the wrong thing to say as tord shrieked, shaking his head wildly and banging it against the wall several times until matt stopped him, placing his hand behind his head to prevent any damage. Edd and Matt were both shocked and tom was just trying to figure out what he'd done wrong.
"Tom! What did you do?!" Edd cried out.
"I don't know what happened!" Tom said. He had tears in his eyes and a look of guilt was written on his face.
"I'm almost done, just two more" edd groaned. He worked as fast as possible, pulling out the bloody nails a little more roughly than he should have. It didn't matter though because it was his last one. "Done!"
Tord collapsed limply into Matt's arms, body trembling as he gasped and cried helplessly. After he removed the now damaged hoodie, Edd quickly rinsed out his wounds and bandaged them. He sat down next to matt. "Shh, shh it's okay now. You're safe now, we're here." Matt mumbled softly. Tord wailed in response, clearly in his own worlds of pain. It was hard to tell what tord was going through but all they knew was it wasn't good. Tom leaned against Matt's shoulder, grabbing Tord's left hand gently and cradling it within his own.
After 10 minutes of calming words and a warm embrace tord finally calmed down. His breathing returned to a normal pace and he snuggled closer to his ridiculously tall boyfriend. His eyes fell upon the now stained and ripped hoodie. "Sorry bout your hoodie tom" tord whimpered tiredly.
"It's fine tord, it's not your fault anyway." Tom said. Edd smiled, removing his own hoodie and offering it to tord. He looked startled at the fabric.
"But I might mess it up.." Tord said. Edd only smiled.
"I don't care, just take it. I don't want you to be cold" edd said sternly. Tord sighed in defeat and allowed edd to put the hoodie over him. It was big on his thin body, but it still provided him with that warmth and safety he couldn't have. The sweet smell of cola enveloped him and he went back to cuddling matt
"There, see? All better…" Matt smiled.
"All better" tord repeated. His eyes drooped but he fought to keep them open. Fear of worrying his boyfriend overriding his need for sleep.
"It's okay now, go to sleep. We'll be here…" tom said gently, brushing a strand of caramel hair out of tord's face. Tord was really in no place to object, so he simply subcame to the calling of sleep.
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3 months ago
"GODDAMNIT!" Patryck screamed, slumping over and tugging roughly on his hair. He failed! He not only failed at his job as Red Leader's right-hand man but as his parent. In just a few moments everything was ripped from him. "H-he's gone… Tord's gone and we may never see him again!" Patryck's voice cracked with emotion.
"Don't talk like that!" Paul pulled him closer and Patryck could see those Silver eyes wet with tears. "We're going to get our son back. Fuck, our son is going to be fine!"
"He's been kidnapped by the black army, the strongest army to ever exist! Tord is bleeding out and so broken he didn't even put up a fight!" Patryck sobbed loudly, staring aimlessly at the burning pile of rubble. As much as he wanted to believe tord would get out of this the rational part of his brain told him the chances were very low.
"Patryck!" Golden eyes met grey. Paul looked extremely hurt and Patryck felt bad for making him this upset. "Tord is the strongest person I know, and I KNOW he won't just kick the bucket. S-so we're going back to the base, fixing ourselves, and finding our child" determination burned behind those pretty Silver eyes. Patryck nodded slowly, picking himself off the ground. He had a hand pressed firmly over the bleeding gun wound in his stomach.
Paul helped him to the car and messily wrapped his abdomen in gauze before jumping in the driver's seat and speeding off. Patryck forced back any tears and put on a stone-cold face. He couldn't afford to show any weakness. "It's going to be okay"
"I know that. I'm going to make sure we find him" Patryck said. He kept his eyes straight forward. Paul spared a worried glance his way. Finally, they arrived at the London base and made their way to the infirmary. The nurse didn't ask any questions, just grabbed a few medical supplies and ushered them over to two available cots. She was quick in bandaging up their wounds. Once fixed, the two men hurried out.
"Patryck…" Paul mumbled in a slightly worried tone.
"Gather our strongest men, we will start our search tomorrow morning. We shall meet in sector A meeting room in 20 minutes.." Patryck said. His face was blank and his voice was emotionless.
"Of course." Paul sighed. They walked their separate ways.
#eddmatt#eddmatttomtord#eddtord#eddsworld#ew edd#ew tom#ew tord#tord#tom#edd#matt#angst#tomtord#nails#gore warning#blood#paul#patryck#paultryk
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Oops so have a future au
And a lot of dumb doodles for it.
Ok and some deets to the au cause it’s? Wild lol.
So have a long jumble of an explanation of stuff about it. And 90% based off my personal hc’s/it’s my city now/and just for funsies.
First off Tord isn’t evil in this au/or evil as red leader. He’s just a stupid chaotic bastard man. Often just makes poor impulse choices and doesn’t think shit through. As leader he acts really strict and serious and does genuinely wanna make the world a bit better of a place. Behind the scenes he’s a neurotic goober who skitters around his lab and gets into lots of weird shenanigans. Patryck is his right hand/best friend and helps keep Tord in line, he’s the stern serious and almost robotic type. (He will tranq dart tord is he’s out of hand or needs a nap, cause tord will stay up like 36 hours working on robotics or other weird science projects)
Pat for as serious/cold he is as ‘leaders right hand’ is the type who’ll catch a solider and tpose at them ‘no one will /ever/ believe you’ nature. (Then pat is 5′2″ of cold doctor fury with robotic eyes for ‘surveillance and monitoring and the ‘come on pat it’d be cool let me make you robot eyes cause ur vision /sucks/’’. Pat when he’s not working loves Disney movies, and trying to drink out of a cup of wine precariously perched on his chest.)
(Tord pat and pau met before the events of the end and were all soldiers together and just goofing and getting up to shenanigans and accidentally ending up w/ an army under tords control, cause he’s charismatic + other dumb plot bits I came up w/ to fill the gaps)
Obs rebel leader tom, and matt’s tom’s partner in leading. Tom’s a grumpy little hecker who just most of tom and tords rivalry is built off of misunderstandings and little mistakes between one and other that kinda festered into nasty feelings. Cause tom’s temper and Tord impulsive nature not meshing well. (Not to mention my hc low empathy tord/poor at expressing his feelings clearly). He’s been sober for a few years now, and kinda lives in the constant state of now he’s got to much energy/clarity and doesn’t know what to do w/ it half the time.
(Like Tord built the visor for tom when tom lost his eyesight, and was ‘well intentioned’ but tord kinda installed it/put it in w/o asking as a surprise but it didn’t go over well, cause having a bit of tech jammed into his face w/o being asked, and lots of shit like that ramping out)
Still working on fleshing out some bits (like some of the stuff w/ matt more)
tords become a hair monster/wildly long hair. Then Edds big tough softie who loves his big feral cat/idiot bf. Joins pat in the ‘stop the idiot from accidentally blowing himself up squad)
Main ‘dramatic’ version of the au, is Tord and Edd were dating and got in a huge fight over one of Tord’s less thought out choices, and edd ended up storming off (and p much got in a terrible accident and was thought to be dead) so Tord spent years working on building a time machine (site wtf future) to try to go back and fix things/undo his fuck ups. Cause he makes dumb mistakes a lot and doesn’t fix them in a ‘normal’ way but has to go down the most convoluted route to solve problems
Ships in the au are tord/edd and matt/tom (then bonus mention Pat and Tord are queer platonic partners/ best friends.). Tord/edd cause I mean? Tords pretty much a feral cat of a man and edd loves cats.
Oops but tldr they a bunch of idiot goobers and I could go into it a lot more but yeee)
Also Patryck says transrights.
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rough draft #1 of upcoming Red Army fic
“Paul felt his excited, dopey smile reach his ears from the way he felt them both slightly poking outwards as he watched the Red Leader give all the new recruits a tour around the base.
‘Knock it off,’ the bad-tempered Polack elbowed the Dutchman roughly in the side which sent him wincing and rubbing the spot where he was elbowed. ‘You want the recruits to think you’re a brainless dumbass who can’t think for shit?
’There was a look of great hurt in his sad, blue-green eyes at what Patryck had said to him. He wasn’t sure why, but ever since he joined this ‘Red Army,’ the Pole would always be harassing him verbally and physically whenever the Red Leader wouldn’t be looking. And for whatever reason, it started to get even worse today, on the day of the arrival of all of the new recruits.“
Not edited whatsoever, or if it was it was just minor edits here and there. I’m gonna stop here for the night because tired. It’s 1 AM in the morning and I have counselling and guitar lessons tomorrow so I’m gonna go to sleep.
I know I shouldn’t spoil my fanfic, but... Basically, Patryck is going to be abusing Paul and harassing him and bullying him to the point where he starts beating him up and maybe even breaking his ribs or something. And Tord would bully Patryck and beat him up not because he knows Paul is being bullied, but because he didn’t like how moody Patryck always was and unwelcoming to the new recruits. And Tord starts to take his anger out on all the new recruits and Patryck but never on Paul because Paul is the favorite and the right hand man.
This is kind of a “dark” fic but really uh it’s more of the gritty reality of what it would be like in Tord’s Red Army. I mean, if there are people going to be in a Red Army that have guns and stuff, what if there are traitors and etc? Of course Tord would be merciless and etc I mean he’s supposed to be an insane and immoral character. This fic isn’t being written as a “crack” fic for laughs. It’s moreso just me writing how sick and twisted Tord truly is, but seriously writing him and not writing him in another piece written for shits and giggles. Writing him in his true menacing and freezing cold state, how dangerous and manipulative and machiavellian he can truly be.
What I mean to say, is that I suppose it’s more of a character study than anything, wherein I’m deepening the personality traits and characters of Paul, Patryck, and Tord. In the past, I’d usually write Paul as the dumb character who was always friendly and nice and clumsy, while Patryck would be grouchy and stern and easily upset and moody and impatient. But I’m going to write Patryck in this fic as abusive because it would be interesting plot-wise. Tord will probably start off charming and charismatic to the new recruits, that is, until one of them fucks up in some way, and then he suddenly flips his psychopathic “switch” and he coldly stares into their eyes, almost as if he can see their soul, and well, y’know, reprimands them in a very harsh way or punishes them in some way.
I dunno. Prattling. I’m going to sleep. It’s much too late here. 1:45 AM and all. Signing off I s’ppose
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Eddsworldkin Canon Call (again)
Hi! I’m Edd and me, Tord, and Tom are looking for our Matt, Paul, Patryck, and the neighbors!
We have a lot of memories, but the basic summary is that me and the squad got close back as kids. Tom and Tord both had really bad parents and my mom was really distant. I worked through high school to buy us a house, and once i managed it everyone moved in pretty quick. I was really sad when Tord left and missed him all the time, which is why I was so happy when he came back!
Me,Tom, and Matt were polyam dating before the events of the end. The end happened, but Jon didn’t die, he was wheelchair bound however. The three of us moved back into a house together a couple of months later because we were all mentally ill and depended on each other. Tord came back about two years later and knelt down, offering to let us shoot him for what he had done, but instead we just brought him in and fed him and let him rest with us. Over time we all became close again. Tord was dating Paul and Pat, and they eventually moved into the house next to ours! The neighbors moved in the house on the other side and came to visit often! Me and Eduardo got pretty close.
Tord eventually joined in the dating pile with me, Tom, and Matt also. Everyone was a polyam mess tbh.
He still quietly managed the Red Army, which eventually rose to be a global power that was very kind and fair to the public. Paul and Pat adopted a little girl later on, and we all took some part in raising her.
If this sounds at all familiar message me! I’ve already got Tom and Tord, but we really miss Matt and Paul and Patryck and Eduardo and Jon and Mark and anyone else who might have known us, we’d love to find any of you guys and talk again!
We are all 19 and up, if that’s a problem. We’d kinda prefer other adults? Especially in the cases of Paul, Pat, and Matt since we dated.
It’d be cool to have this signal boosted as well maybe? Thanks!
Also, @Matt, Tom wants me to say “Get your dumb handsome face over here we miss you”
#eddsworldkin#ewkin#patrykkin#paulkin#mattkin#eduardokin#jonkin#markkin#ive posted this before but im boosting it cause we miss everyone a lot#canon call
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Eddsworld Canon Call!
Hi! I’m Edd and me, Tord, and Tom are looking for our Matt, Paul, Patryck, and the neighbors!
We have a lot of memories, but the basic summary is that me and the squad got close back as kids. Tom and Tord both had really bad parents and my mom was really distant, so Tord moved in with me pretty young and the others followed soon after. I was really sad when Tord left and missed him all the time, which is why I was so happy when he came back!
Me,Tom, and Matt were polyam dating before the events of the end. The end happened, but Jon didn’t die, he was wheelchair bound however. The three of us moved back into a house together a couple of months later because we were all mentally ill and depended on each other. Tord came back about two years later and knelt down, offering to let us shoot him for what he had done, but instead we just brought him in and fed him and let him rest with us. Over time we all became close again. Tord was dating Paul and Pat, and they eventually moved into the house next to ours! The neighbors moved in the house on the other side and came to visit often!
Tord eventually joined in the dating pile with me, Tom, and Matt also. Everyone was a polyam mess tbh.
He still quietly managed the Red Army, which eventually rose to be a global power that was very kind and fair to the public.
If this sounds at all familiar message me! I’ve already got Tom and Tord, but we really miss Matt and Paul and Patryck and Eduardo and Jon and Mark, we’d love to find any of you guys and talk again!
We are all 19 and up, if that’s a problem. We’d kinda prefer other adults? Especially in the cases of Paul, Pat, and Matt since we dated.
It’d be cool to have this signal boosted as well maybe? Thanks!
Also, @Matt, Tom wants me to say “Get your dumb handsome face over here we miss you”
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