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"Good enough" | Tord comfort fic
Hey hello hi, I decided to write a little comfort fic for all the folks out there who are experiencing burnout at the moment. I know I for one am feeling it like a ton of bricks- Anyways, please enjoy and remember to take care of yourself <3
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8:00 pm. Finally, the day was over.
You felt yourself practically melt into the plush mattress of your bed the minute your body hit it. You were tired, that was certain. If it hadn't been for the thoughts in your mind running rampant, you probably would've passed out right then and there. You groaned, rolling over and squinting your eyes at the bright LED display on your phone. So many drafts, unfinished artwork, a few assignments that were passed due.
Truth be told, you were unsatisfied. You got a good amount of work done through the day but you couldn't seem to shake the feeling of dread that was hanging on your shoulders. It seemed to weigh you down, making even the most basic of tasks the hardest to complete.
Your thoughts were immediately interrupted by a quiet knock at your door, followed by a man's voice that seemed to have an accent, "Hello? Are you in there?" he called out to you from the hallway outside your room, waiting for a response before making any attempts to open your door.
"Yeah I'm here. Come in." You replied plainly, sitting yourself up and rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to make yourself more presentable. The man opened the door, taking a few steps inside and offering you a gentle grin as he spoke, "Ah, there you are! How are you doing?" He came a bit closer, taking a seat on the edge of your bed as his grin faltered ". . You seem different, is something going on?"
Truth be told, Tord could read you like a book. From small body movements to the tone of your voice, he could tell if you were doing well or not. Sure, he didn't always know what exactly was wrong, but he could tell, and he always tried to fix it.
You sighed, deciding to be honest, knowing he would pester you to no end if you didn't tell him, "I'm just falling behind a bit. Projects are piling up and it's a little too much."
Now his attention was completely on you, his expression shifting into a bit of a smirk as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in, "Creative burnout got you down, ah?" You nodded wordlessly, knowing full well that the inventor would understand entirely, "Well that won't do, let's fix it hm?"
Next thing you knew, he had picked you up and begun to dance around in a goofy manner, swinging you around with a wicked grin as he struggled to hold back his childish giggles, "LET'S GET THOSE CREATIVE JUICES FLOWING AGAIN, COMRADE!!"
You couldn't help but squeal, finding a bit of comfort in his touch even if it was for the goofiest reason. He was trying, and that's something he doesn't do for just anyone.
"OKAY OKAY, PUT ME DOWN!!" You squealed, barely able to contain your own laughter as he continued to swing you around. Eventually though, he came to a stop and fell back onto your bed with you locked tightly in his arms. Various plush toys and blankets went flying upon the impact, covering the both of you and muffling your laughter. He brushed a blanket aside to reveal your face, his ecstatic grin still plastered on his face.
"Look, Y/N.." His tone took on a serious yet caring nature, his smile softening as he continued to hold you, "This isn't abnormal. You're not weird for struggling with these feelings. More importantly, we have ways to.. how you say.. cope, with these emotions." He brought his hand up to your head, ruffling your hair affectionately, "And hey, I'm right here to help if you get stuck on anything! You know I'd never leave you behind."
A gentle sigh seemed to leave the two of you as the weight of the universe began to lighten. He was only one person, but you knew he was here to help, here to stay.
"Sometimes a little back up is all you need, ah comrade?" He smirked, his usual cocky demeanor returning, "Believe me, you're doing just fine and no matter what anyone says, I believe you're good enough."
He pulled you in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as an act of comfort ". . Now then, how about we practice some self care, hm? I believe snacks and a movie would be nice right about now." He held you a bit tighter, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up, holding you in his arms as he began to walk off.
"How about return of the insane zombie pirates from hell four?"
Some things never change, but maybe it'll get a bit easier.
#eddsworld#eddsworld fic#tord x reader#eddsworld tord#tord x reader comfort#im so tired omfg please#tord cuddles please#tord my beloved
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"It'll be okayy.."
REQUESTED BY : @ilikebreadx3 !!!!!
OC X CANON
{Classic Tom x Miko (THEIR GORGEOUS OC <333}
To be honest, it had been SUCH a shitty day for Miko. Quite literally from the moment she woke up, as when she had tumbled out of bed, exhausted from a lack of good sleep, she had face-planted, getting a small bloody nose. Deciding that despite the rough start, things could get better, she got ready - which was also ended up badly, as she got a bit of her face wash in her eye.
Maybe she should've taken all the signs and just gone back to bed, but alas, she was a bit more stubborn than that today. She was SO sure it'd turn out her way..
Easy to say it didn't do so. Here she stood, tears rolling down her face, in front of her boyfriends apartment door. With a slightly shaking hand, she gingerly knocked on the door, rocking back on her heels as she waited for Tom to answer.
After what seemed like an enternity for the saddened Miko, his door swung open, showing a very tired looking Tom. His spiky hair was tussled, clearly he had just gotten up out of bed. A bit of concern flicked on his mostly unexpressive face as he motioned for her to enter into his apartment. He wrapped an arm around her torso, leading her into his room,
Tom was a man of few words, rarely speaking - mostly to his few close friends, and of course Miko. So, it surprised her a little when she heard the familiar british accent, "..You wanna talk 'bout it?"
Miko shook her head, feeling tears welling up in her eyes once again, "No.."
He shrugged, before shoving Miko onto the bed, who yelped, "Tom-!" Immediately after she was lying down, Tom flopped onto her, his face buried in her chest, arms around her torso.
Tom mumbled incoherently, before the sounds of his soft snoring could be heard.
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Edd and the Fortress of Trust Issues
"TORD!"
He barely had time to respond as Edd barged into his room. His hands were laced around Ringo. Her fur looked like phosphor and illuminated the cat as if she were a glow stick. Edd seemed to barely restrain from slapping Tord.
"I told you not to use my cat for your experiments!" Edd shoved Ringo towards him in exasperation. Tord took Ringo in his hands, examining her.
"She only glows a little! She's fine!" Tord sat Ringo down on the table. She stretched and flopped down in bliss. Edd pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
"Can you undo the glowing," he asked through grit teeth. Tord shrugged, which began to piss off Edd even more.
"You SON OF A—" Tord ducked out of his room. Edd chased after him. In a fit of adrenaline, Tord forgot to watch where he was going and ran into Tom.
"Dammit, Tord, watch where you're going! What's going on," Tom asked.
"Tord turned my cat into a glow stick. That's what going on!" Tom's black eyes widened.
"You're telling me that wasn't me imagining it when I was drunk!?"
Tord and Edd denied it in unison.
"Now what?" Edd and Tom looked at Tord.
"How am I supposed to know?"
"There's got to be something you can do!" Edd exclaimed. Tord folded his arms in exasperation.
"If you're so smart, why don't you fix your cat!"
"I would IF I KNEW WHY SHE WAS GLOWING IN THE FIRST PLACE!" Tord held up his hands in surrender and went back to his room. He came back with Ringo and a jar of green liquid.
"So I found this article where they implanted fluorescent protein from a jellyfish into cats—"
"Let me guess, you managed to get the protein and put it into my cat," Edd interjected. Tord grinned sheepishly.
"Wasn't that article from, like, twelve years ago?" Edd looked at Tord with murder in his eyes.
"Tom, are you TRYING to get me killed!?"
"Yeah, it's fun to watch." Tord rolled his eyes and looked at Edd.
"Anyways, the only way to fix it would be just to get the protein out."
"Alright go do it!"
"I'm going, I'm going!"
Hours went by as Edd and Tom sat in the living room, waiting for Tord to finish undoing his mistake. Tord popped his head into the living room.
"Good news," he said, holding up Ringo, now back to normal. Edd grabbed Ringo and held her close. Tord flopped onto the couch and turned on the TV.
"I am never trusting you near my cat again."
Tord's words of protest were only drowned out by Tom's laughter.
#eddsworld#ew tord#ew edd#ew tom#eddsworld fic#my fic#first eddsworld fic!!#this took a lot longer than it should have#idk why but writing the eddsworld boys is hard for me
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“Edward,
I won’t try to fluff you up with flattery. Hate to ask you a favor like this, considering you did so much for me and the town, but I’ve got a problem I can’t handle on my own.
A new group of bandits who call themselves the Red Rangers have been robbing the town like mad and pillaging homes in the dead of night. I’ve tried hired help, but these new bandits I’m dealing with are slicker and slimier than others I’ve dealt with. I didn’t want to drag you into this, but I need your help. You’re the best detective I know.
See you soon,
Sheriff Thompson”
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Detective Edward Gold and Prince Matthew Montgomery make their return to Spitbucket, USA to help their friend Sheriff Thompson deal with a group of devilish bandits called the Red Rangers.
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NEW RUSTY YANOV TERRACOMETS EDDSWORLD FANFICTION READ NOWWW
#eddsworld#saloonatics#eddsworld saloonatics#sheriff thompson#detective gold#edward gold#prince matthew#ew edd#ew tom#ew matt#eddsworld fic#rudy.writing
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I STUFFED A GOOD BIT OF MY EW WIPS INTO A MESS. NONE OF THEM ARE FINISHED. BARELY ANY OF THEM ARE A FULL PAGE!! HAVE FUN!!!!
#man im sorry#i just needed smth to do w these#i hope i get around to finishing them one dayy#pls tell me if any of them seem even the slightest bit interesting#eddsworld fic#eddsworld fanfiction#ew fic#my writing
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I'm gonna turn @past-repair into a comic. I wanted to do that in the first place, but felt nervous about it.
But since I'm just making comics for the heck of it now, might as well. Right?
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Dibujo TomTord/draw TomTord
#on it boss 🫡#OK BUT HAVE YALL READ THE TOMTORD FIC ON AO3 CALLED OF FLESH AND BONE#its so good so far like i need more chapters NOW#definitely got me back into this fandom#my art#teeth art#tomtord#ew tord#ew tom#eddsworld
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Happy Birthday, Spare Changes! I’ve redrawn the prologue image a year later.
#spare changes#eddsworld#clord#eddsworld spares#minkart#digital#fanart#i’ll replace the image in the fic soon…#redraws
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No no your fine! (Btw this is the same anon who asked the question), but um could you do something with Tord with this sentence? “stop looking at the door, please”
(Preferably with reader; but you can decide if you’d like to add that)
I haven't written anything this long in like two years
CW: Kidnapping
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One moment you were walking home, the next, you were tied up in some guy's car, lying in the backseat. He looked giddy at the road as you screamed and begged through the gag in your mouth. He looked pained as he met your eyes in the rearview mirror.
“Stop tugging against the rope. You’re going to hurt yourself,” he scolded. Like he was really concerned for his victim. “We’ll be home soon.”
You trembled, unable to stop yourself from tugging frantically at your wrists. The longer this went on, the more you felt as if someone was continuously dumping you into ice water. From your hogtied position on the seats, all you could see was the blue sky steadily dulling. It was hard to tell how long you lay there before the car stopped.
The man opened the car door, carrying a duffel bag on his shoulder. You couldn’t see any recognizable sights.
“You poor thing” he crooned, pulling you closer to him. He inspected your wrists, clicking his tongue. He bends down and slings you over his other shoulder.
Frantically, you darted your head around. Houses went on for all you could see. There were no road signs, and no people outside. No eyes to see you carried inside. The door closed and tears blurred your vision. He set you on a couch, humming.
“No more tears, love. I’ll take a look at your wrists and get you out of these nasty ropes.” He wiped your face with his red sleeve, much gentler than you would have ever expected.
Hope bloomed in your chest. Maybe you could punch him? Or just, something! You had to be able to do something.
He left the room and returned with…. pink fuzzy handcuffs? It was so absurd you almost stopped crying.
“I’m sorry,” he says gently. “It was the only thing I could find on such short notice. I’ve got another pair coming in the mail, you’ll enjoy that color much more.”
He sets the handcuffs down next to you, reaching down into his black jeans. Out of his pocket, he pulls out a switchblade. He firmly grabs your wrists, pulling them as far as he could from your body.
You sit as still as you can. With wide eyes, you watch as he cuts through the rope. You barely move your hands an inch out of the ropes before he swiftly closes the cuffs on your wrists.
Fuck.
Fuck.
He pats your cheek, smirking. “Doesn’t that feel better?”
You don’t bother trying to answer. Drool dribbles out of the corners of your mouth, pooling around the gag.
Your kidnapper stands up straight, rolling his shoulders. “As much as I’d love to get you used to the house, my roommates will be home soon. They’re a bit… much. I don’t want to overwhelm you even more, sweetheart.”
Nausea rolls through you. Your face felt hot and sticky, a fresh wave of hot tears starting again
The man’s face softens. He reaches out, cupping your face. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but you’re going to be fine. Let’s get you to my room and you can get cozy and start settling in.”
He gathers you into his arms and over his shoulder again. This time, all you’re interested in is the blurry floor. Down a hall you go and into a bedroom. Laid down on the bed, you stare down at your wrists. From what you could see beneath the cuffs, they were an angry shade of red, rope marks snaking around your wrists. Tugging made it worse, pain shooting up your arms.
The man moved around his room, singing under his breath. You couldn’t make out the words or what language it was.
“Up we go now, dearest,” he says as he gently sits you up against his pillows. He has a different gag in his hands.
As soon as he takes out the one you have, you rush out, “I won’t scream!” Your voice is hoarse and your throat is dry. He paused, eyebrows furrowed and you added shakily, “Please. I-I promise I won’t scream.”
He sets it on his nightstand beside the bed.
“A single shout from you and it goes right back into your pretty mouth. Understand?”
You violently shake your head. “Y-Yes. I, I understand.”
He smiles at you, sitting down next to you. “Good. It’d be such a shame if your first night home was… unpleasant.”
You tense, turning your head away from him. Your heart races as you look around his room. Against his wall was a bookshelf, with both books and robotic parts. A TV was raised flat against his wall. On his dresser was….. Pictures of you.
Your hands grow clammy as your mind struggles to process what you are seeing. Pictures of you. Are on. His dresser.
What the fuck. What the fuck.
His eyes follow your line of sight and he cheeses at you.
“They’re my favorite ones,” He chuckles. “It took me a while to get them. You’re hardly ever outside your house without work clothes.”
You sitting in a nook, curled up against a wall reading a book with a mug of coffee steaming on the table in front of you. You planting flowers. You excitedly looking at something, clearly beyond a camera.
You in a cafe. In front of your house. At the mall. You don’t recall a single memory of the man beside you. Of ever seeing him in these places, much less someone pointing a camera at you.
“How long have you been…” your voice comes out in a hoarse whisper. “How long have you been watching me?”
The man leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. “Too long,” he mumbles against your skin. He kisses you again, not minding the tears.
“Tord!!”
You jerk your head to the bedroom door. Hope rises against your better judgment but you have the sense not to scream.
The bedroom door opens to reveal a brown-haired man in a green hoodie. “Tord, we found the- Oh, hello!” He smiles at you, eyes warm and face nonchalant. Like this was normal. “You’re here much earlier than expected.”
You say nothing, staring wide-eyed.
He turns to the man -Tord you’re assuming- and scolds him.
“You were supposed to wait until we had dinner ready!”
Tord sheepishly shrugs. “They were walking home! It was perfect timing!”
The brown-haired man rolls his eyes and sighs. “I’m truly sorry,” he tells you. “But I suppose it’s good to let you get settled in first. I’ll be back with a hot drink.”
He closes the door and like clockwork, you burst into sobs. You try to stifle them as best you can. It would be best not to test how loud it would take for you to be gagged again.
You stare at the door as Tord pulls you close. “Oh honey,” he murmurs. “It’s going to be alright.”
Tord grabs his remote on his nightstand and turns the TV on. You don’t need to look to know you’re hearing your favorite show. All you can do is helplessly stare at the door and strain your ears to hear how many other people are in the house.
“Tom, move your damn vodka out of the fridge! You don’t need the whole pack cold at once!”
One.
“Oh so you can have all your soda cold but I can’t have my smirnoff in there?”
Two.
“Not all of it’s mine! Some of it’s for Tord’s partner.”
“Oh! They’re here?! I want to see them!”
Three.
“Wait until dinner. I’m sure the commie’s got his pants down by now.”
“Oh that’s just gross! Don’t talk like that Tom, it’s very rude. They in fact both had their pants on and clothing intact when I popped in.”
You don’t hear more than three voices bicker and move around. But still, it’s…. a lot. Four people total are keeping you in this house for god knows what reason. You refuse to think about the clothes comment. You wouldn’t you wouldn’t you wouldn’t or you were going to puke.
“Stop looking at the door, please.”
You nearly jump out of your damn skin hearing Tord’s voice. It snaps you out of your thoughts. You sniffle, taking deep breaths. You turn your attention to the tv and desperately try not to think about what fucked up situation you’re in.
#tw yandere#yandere tw#yandere#yandere tord x reader#tw kidnapping#yandere tord#yandere eddsworld#cw yandere#yandere fic
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damn these bitches gay as hell !!
full pic w/ doodles & close-ups + extra thoughts under the cut ^_^
hehoo..im fixated crazy on eddsworld.. mini tords inspired by @/weebnordlord on instagram !!(linked) i love their work so so so much, genuine huge inspiration 2 me :3
ne.way ! might post more later :3 have been working on this 4ever... goodnite tumblr i love u
#feesh art#eddsworld#ew fanart#ew tord#ew tom#tomtord#ew matt#vampire matt#ew edd#yaoiworld#im actually so done w this drawing dawg#vampire matt u are so special to me hes all i can draw#and fucked up tord#writing a half-fic based on this but its not going so well..maybe not to share..hrrg..
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omg just found yr blog and i love your writing!!!!
could you do a tord x reader where he calms them down from being overwhelmed?
Of course! Here ya go >:]
Too loud
Ship: Tord x Reader
Type: fluff, slight angst, oneshot
Everything was loud. Too loud.
Tord had asked you to come to a party at one of his friends house with him, and you had agreed, thinking it wouldn't be so bad.
Unfortunately it was worse than 'so bad'. It was awful.
It was crowded, loud, and way too bright.
It hurt.
It took a while for Tord to find you in the crowded house. You were in the corner, completely overwhelmed.
He noticed immediately.
"min kjærlighet?" Tord asked as he approached you, taking notice of your overwhelmed state.
He hated seeing you upset, it broke his heart..
"C'mon, let's find somewhere quiet.." He said with a firm but gentle tone.
He gently grabbed your hand and lead you to the backyard of the house, and had you sit down at one of the chairs on the nice little patio.
He rubbed your back gently and whispered soft reassurances to you as you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down.
"That's it, min kjærlighet. Deep breaths. I'm right here.." Tord whispered, gently rubbing your back and shoulders.
He knew how to calm you down, as he had many times before.
After a while, you finally calmed down. Your breathing slowed and the tears that were once silently falling down your cheeks had stopped.
Tord smiled and put his arms around you, gently kissing your head.
"Let go home, ok?" He asked softly.
All you could do was nod and smile gratefully.
Tord made sure to walk around the side of the house to get to the car instead of going inside, not wanting to overwhelm you again.
He kept one of his hands in yours as he drove home with you, soft music playing on the radio the whole drive home.
#eddsworld#tord eddsworld#eddsworld tord#tord ew#ew tord#tord x reader#fanfics#fics#fluff#slight angst#comfort#eddsworld x reader#x reader#x reader oneshot
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Could I possibly get a Tord x Reader comfort fic—?
YES HE'S SO SCRUNKLY AND COOL <3
You and Tord had known eachother for awhile now, having met him through your best friend Edd years prior. If there's one thing you've learned about him through this time is that he brushes off alot of issues.
However.. that was about to change.
Your hand carefully turned the knob to Edd's front door, the wooden frame creaking as you slowly made your way in. Naturally, you took a seat on the couch and pressed your hands to each of your cheeks, allowing a heavy sigh to escape from your chest.
"Ughhnnn.. I swear, people can just be too much sometimes.." The words left you, the pressure in your spine decreasing slightly as you relaxed into the couch.
"Ah! Y/N!"
An accented man called out to you as he peaked out of his bedroom, his usual smile beginning to falter at the state of yourself. "Uh.. Long day or something? You look like hell."
He kept a calm expression, a smirk tugging at his lips, begging him to keep his usual cockiness even when something was clearly off. You sighed, pulling a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapping it around yourself "You could say that. Just.." You struggled to find words for a moment, grasping at anything you could to continue the flow of your sentence only for it to be cut short with a groan.
The Norwegian man was off, his aura becoming less smug and more.. concerned? No, that couldn't be it. Maybe it was pity, or just some kind of excuse for him to get close enough to push you off the couch? He took a seat, your thoughts being instantly brushed aside as he wrapped an arm around your blanket covered figure, pulling you in and resting his head on yours.
"You know, life is not made to be easy." He spoke plainly, his voice keeping it's usual pitch as his expression became laced with empathy "-But that does not mean you deserve to suffer in it." A hand began to brush over your head, offering comfort as he continued "Life can and will try it's hardest to bring you down, but I know you, Y/N. You always bounce back, even if it takes a little while." His trademark grin returned "And even if it takes years, I will be right by your side."
This was unexpected, and quite frankly, concerning at first. His intentions are clear though, he simply wants to help, and honestly? You're alright with that, even if he is sketchy at times.
"Thank you, Tord."
"Is not a problem, old friend."
#eddsworld fic#tord x reader#comfort fic#ohhh hes so scrunkly i love himb#this is very fun#im abusing my tag privileges at this point
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TW: next picture has blood!
Fanart for @baconcolacan! Based on his ao3 fic Regimen!
I've already openly discussed how much i love his fic! Go check it out if u have the time (though i highly suggest checking out the warnings and whats it about before jumping into it)
This isnt usually my art style, but i tried to adjust to the semi-realistic way Neil makes them, and it was fun! :] (Had a bit of a stroke learning how to post here, hope im doing this right)
#regimen fanart#ew tom#ew Tord#Regimen#eddsworld regimen#Regimen AO3#TomTord#TordTom#Love me some war military fics#tw blood#toms and tords relationship is so messed i cant stop reading#war sure fucks you up
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Two kings Tord needs some lotion, ashy af boi
I think he needs a lot more than that...considering the above lol.
"What are you smiling at, Commie..??"
I like to think theres a bit more to it too
#eddsworld#ew tord#ew future tord#Two Kings ao3#tomtord#tordtom#implied bc this fic centers on that relationship#Unlike the other Tords I draw TK Tord in certain ways#just subtle little changes depending on#well what he can see and who he is with#dandraws#mr-3rr0r#anonymous#asks#Also Two Kings' narrative isnt over btw#Kings Crossing and Castling are just two out of 5 acts#Im not committing to it yet bc of the million other projects Im doing but#ye lol
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Summary: On his quest for world domination, Tord develops a serum that will turn a man into a giant, horrible monster. But after countless failures, he finally realizes what he was missing to perfect the serum formula all along; and he will help him, willingly or not. Dark and angsty Tomtord fic. WARNING: Torture, blood, foul language, and drug use; viewer discretion is advised
Author: @heather1815
Note from submitter: OH MY GOD This is my all time favourite fanficition!!! It is written so so so beautifully and the plot is incredible!!! The way the author crafts the storylines and characters' point of views is a masterpiece! If you like angsty slow burns or Eddsworld, I really really recommend giving this fic a shot!
#official fic poll#haveyoureadthisfic#pollblr#fanfiction#fandom culture#internet culture#fanfic#tumblr polls#fandom poll#My little test subject#eddsworld#TomTord#Paultryk#mind the tags
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I'm reposting this but its a total one shot because I am lazy. Kinda proud of exactly two sentences here.
Four star general Paul Bartek needed a haircut. Badly. Even his second in command Patryck Halter, who had the second stupidest hair in his entire squadron had started to make snide comments about how Paul was about to become the Polish equivalent of David Bowie. While Paul never took the bait, the Dutch's taunting was starting to get on his nerves and it was only so long before the poor man snapped. I mean where did Patryck even have room to talk?? His bangs looked like actual bird wings sprouting from his head, he had to pin them back to keep them from obstructing his view. Ugh, At least both of the men had the decency to not style their hair like the rookie. Who was idiotic enough to gel their hair into gods-forsaken horns on their head. Paul had no earthly idea where the kid got enough confidence to go gallivanting about with those monstrosities perched on his head. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep drag from his cigarette, it wasn't his fault the damned zombies had gotten the base’s only hair stylist fairly early on. Oh well, she had always cut way too far around his ears making him look like a głupek. Anyways he could give himself a haircut later, right now he had a much larger and more demanding problem than “personal hygiene” at least considering the literal undead attempting to claw through the walls of the hastily made safe house.
#Am i gonna get in trouble for not calling the Pau and Pat?#ough#long post#I might continue this if i figure out an actual plot#feel free to give help or smtg#eddsworld fic#ew Paul#ew Patryck#goofy as hell frfr
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