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ask-dan · 4 years

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((Mod. Post the fic.

((Alright okay. If you don’t know about the band Ghost, you’re gonna need some context here. They’re basically a satanic church metal band of sorts (so expect satanic references n shit) who’s lead singer is like the satan pope, also called a Papa. Dan has hots for Papa III, which Tord takes advantage of. Also content warning for choking))

“What do you think, look accurate enough?” Tord asks, standing before Dan in the living room, dressed to the nines in Papal robes with gloves and face paint modeled after Papa Emeritus III. “I know it’s not Halloween just yet, but it doesn’t hurt to practice the makeup and make sure everything fits.”

Dan looks up from his GameBoy to see what Tord’s referring to, but once he lays his eyes upon Tord’s wardrobe, he’s speechless. Something deep within him clicks on and sends a blush to break out across his face.

“U-Um. It uh, it looks great-” He manages to say after a bit of hesitation. His blush and struggle to speak immediately piques Tord’s interest, so he steps forward towards him slowly to see how he’d react, getting close enough for their shoes to touch.

“You sure? I don’t think the face paint is clean enough, why not get a closer look?” He bends down so his face is a mere inch away from Dan’s. He watches as Dan’s face only gets redder, his breathing quickening a bit as well.

“Nope, l-looks good to me-!” He tries to back away, but is only able to go so far before the couch stops him.

“Aww, what’s the matter?” Tord smirks, about to lay the ultimate trap card. “Afraid of upsetting your Papa?”

Dan shudders at Tord’s choice of words. His legs shift as he tries to push back, but he’s trapped. He knows Tord is aware of his effect on him, but he doesn’t stop. “No worries my little ghoul-” he begins closing the already small gap between them, “-I know what you want.”

He rests his hand on Dan’s cheek and closes his eyes as their lips meet. Dan goes to put his hand on Tord, but he’s stopped.

“Ah ah my little ghoul, let your Papa handle this.” He gently pushes Dan’s hand away and continues the kiss. This position is killing his back though, so he pulls away and takes his place on the couch next to Dan. “Come, sit on your Papa’s lap.” He smiles and pats his lap to further entice Dan, though it wasn’t entirely necessary as he was gonna go regardless.

Now nestled in his Papa’s lap with their legs perpendicular to each other, Dan looks sheepishly to Tord, who could not look more smug if he tried. Tord pulls him back in for another kiss, resting one gloved hand on his back and letting the other explore Dan’s legs. He runs his fingertips over the inseam of his pants, gently pressing them in a few times the further up his thigh he reaches. He can feel Dan begin to tense up and shift a bit as he continues, getting the impression that he’d like to go a bit further.

Taking mercy on the poor soul, Tord moves Dan to where he’s laying on the couch in front of him. He undoes the button and zipper on Dan’s pants and pulls them down just enough to where he can get at Dan’s underwear. He slides them down as well and begins to rub his outer lips just a bit before sliding his middle finger up and down through Dan’s slit. He can’t feel anything through his glove, but he can tell how eager Dan is just by looking at him. He continues this for a good minute, getting Dan panting and quietly moaning already. Once he feels he’s had enough, he very slowly pushes his finger tip into Dan’s entrance, watching him shift and squirm and seeing his face heat up further as he makes eye contact with Tord. His eyes seem pleading as if he’s begging for more. Tord obliges and inserts the rest of his finger into Dan, getting knuckle deep. Dan bites his lip, trying to stay relatively quiet, but that’s not what Tord wants to see.

“It’s okay my ghoul, sing for your Papa, let our Father in Hell hear your beautiful voice.”

Dan nods at his request, taking a shaky breath and parting his lips to allow whatever sounds may come out. Pleased with his obedience, Tord continues prepping Dan. He slowly slides his finger in and out of him with long, slow strokes. Dan is much more vocal now, which Tord absolutely adores hearing. His pants and gasps fill the air and only get louder as he picks up the pace, his slow strokes becoming faster and less steady. Dan’s starting to tense up more, feeling himself ready to burst, but before he can Tord removes his finger.

“Noo…” Dan whines, but Tord only shushes him.

“Patience, my ghoul, patience. Trust your Papa knows what he’s doing.”

He pulls Dan’s pants and underwear the rest of the way off of him before he undoes enough of his own costume to pop his dick out. He pushes Dan’s legs apart just a bit more before sliding into him as far as he can. Dan makes a half gasp-moan in response, not expecting him to be that long. Although since he’s not as wide as Tom is, it doesn’t take as much time for Dan to give the okay for him to go. Tord slowly and methodically times his thrusts into Dan, gradually building up speed. Dan, having already been on the brink of climax, is getting closer to his finish a lot faster than Tord is. But as he mentioned, he knows what he’s doing. Going based on how loud Dan’s moans are, Tord waits until Dan’s almost there before stopping all movement.

“Fuck- Papa, please!” He stares pleadingly at Tord,

“Please what, my ghoul?” He returns Dan’s desperate plea with his own sarcasm

“Keep going..” Dan mutters, making a vague grabby motion with his hands.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. We must cum together for Lucifer’s son, but I’m not nearly close enough.” Tord says only a little patronizingly. “I could keep teasing you until I finally get there, but we’d have to start and stop so many times. How’s about instead...:” He reaches down and pulls Dan into a sitting position by the neck of his hoodie. “...you help me out here?”

Dan looks up at Tord, but there’s no sympathy in his eyes. He knows what he must do. He takes Tord’s dick into his mouth a bit hesitantly, but before he can do much, Tord takes control. He pulls Dan’s hair tight in his fist and shoves himself down into Dan’s throat. Dan gags and sputters, but Tord doesn’t take notice. The sound of him helplessly choking on his cock as he fucks his throat is too enticing for him to stop. Dan has a death grip on Tord’s legs, trying to signal him to slow down, but as he continues, Dan’s grip lightens. The lack of oxygen makes him weaker, which is just perfect for his Papa. He continues facefucking him until he can tell he’s about to pass out. At just the right time, Tord pushes Dan off, allowing him to fall back on the couch. He coughs and gasps for air, unable to get it in fast enough. Taking advantage of his opportunity though, Tord inserts himself back into Dan and pounds into him with reckless abandon. Dan tries to scream, but he can’t catch his breath long enough to do it. A silent wheeze is all that’s heard from Dan as he reaches the strongest orgasm he’s ever felt in his life. Tord follows soon after, filling his little ghoul with copious amounts of his seed.

They both remain almost motionless, save for their panting. It takes a good minute or so for them to come down from their respective highs and a little longer for Dan to catch his breath, but once they can both speak, they share a look

“How was that my dear?” Tord smiles lovingly at Dan, proud of how good of a sport he was during all of that.

“Good…” is all Dan can manage at the moment. Tord pulls out of Dan, spilling his cum onto the couch cushion under them. Tord makes a note to clean that up later before going to pick up Dan.

“C’mon Dan, let’s get you in the shower.”

#ad ask #ad dan #ad tord #ad writing #ad polydan #aubdawgdrawz

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prettyswellbois · 4 years

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Lazy days w/ the boys

Edd

-These sorts of days are pretty common for you. Sure, Edd’s gonna keep working on his art and all, but he’s not letting go of you no matter what.

-Most of the time, y’all’ll order pizza and throw in a movie, though it’s not like you’re paying any attention to it. As previously stated, Edd is a cuddle bug and these days are no exception.

-You’re gonna fall asleep. He knows and accepts it. He encourages it, in fact, especially if you have a hard time sleeping. You just look so peaceful and the boy wants to keep you like that as long as possible.

Matt

-These days are fewer than Edd’s, on account of Matt wanting to go out and do things with you bc he’s a romantic boyo, but they’re just as enjoyable.

-A lazy day with Matt isn’t exactly lazy so much as it is stay-in-the-house-and-get-up-to-cute-couple-shenanigans. He’s gonna wanna do some makeup on you (doesn’t matter if you’re a boy or a girl or anything in between. He likes to do this stuff and thinks you look good.) and maybe listen to you tell stories.

-KEEP HIM AWAY FROM THE KITCHEN FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE. He knows he could burn water, but will that stop him? a b s o l u t e l y n o t . You’e gonna have to be 110% of his impulse control.

Tord

-These days are few and far between, what with him being the /leader of an army/, so you cherish them like you cherish the sun in winter.

-Tord rarely gets to spend quality time with you, so on these days he’s super affectionate. Cuddles? Yes. Kissing you all over? Hell yeah. Just holding you and talking? Oh he’s all over that.

-Sometimes he’ll be whispering sweet nothings in your ear, other times he might be singing old old songs. If you really wanna see him reminisce and get dreamy and all that jazz, ask him to tell you a story. Most of them will be his memories, but occasionally he’ll tell you stories he heard when he was a child.

Tom

-Days like this are whenever you need them to be. Just had a stressful test? Lazy day. One of y’all going through a depressive episode? Lazy day. You just wanna be with each other? Lazy. Day.

-On these days, Tom puts down his bass, places you in his lap and lets you talk. He knows it’s not good to bottle these things up, so he’s willing to listen as long as you need. If you can’t get the words out or don’t have anything to say, he’ll just hold onto you.

-He’s not very good at this whole relationship thing, so he hesitates to initiate these times. Once you get him started, however,,, o h b o y . He’s not letting you go, unless it’s important. Before starting this, make sure you have nothing important going on, cause you sure won’t when you initiate cuddle time.

#lazy days #yall #i need requests #i know #no one will see this #but please #eddsworld #eddsworld imagines #ew imagines #ew #ew tom #ew matt #ew edd #ew tord

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whyareyoureyesblack · 7 years

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All His Boyfriends are Dead (pt 10, End)

It took several more minutes for Tom and Matt to get the last of the concrete out of the way, and once they had, Tom barked a series of curses. Matt shouted for someone to bring them shovels and crowbars.

Jon’s casket was buried upside down, the lid facing the ground, and they either needed to flip it or break it open.

That got Pat and Todd’s attention, both moving to take a look as if they thought Matt and Tom were joking. Pau busied himself with helping Tord stand on very unstable legs with his arms around Tord’s waist to take his weight without complaint. Edd lingered behind them, gathering up the candles and book carefully.

Tord explained breathlessly, trying not to lean too much on Pau, “It’s so that in case he woke up as something ungodly and tried to dig his way out, he’d only dig deeper… Jon’s parents are very superstitious, so they took many precautions when burying him. Concrete, carvings, blessings, candles, buried upside down. I believe they even had coins put over his eyes- they enjoy covering all bases.”

“They’re paranoid.” Eduardo grunted, avoiding even looking at Tord as he carried Mark over to the grave as well. His burn ravaged chin rested on Mark’s shoulder, casually holding onto Mark like toddler. Mark didn’t seem to mind the hug like hold, relishing in it even. “They’re so worried about being wrong in any sort of belief, so they try all of them in this weird collage of the worst aspects of each. It was hell having dinner with any of them.”

Tom scoffed that they probably weren’t too paranoid considering that their son really was about to get revived by something less than holy. Which earned a sneer from Eduardo, and Mark laughed. With almost flourish, Mark introduced Eduardo to the men around him, as if the bitter response was a cue, a good sign of friendship. Mark didn’t remember a majority of their names, but he didn’t seem bothered when he was corrected.

It took nearly everyone’s help, save Tord, Mark and Eduardo, to dig out enough space in the narrow grave and to flip the coffin, during which there was cursing, and muttering about this all better being worth it.

Tord kept his mouth shut where he sat outside the grave, knees to his chest as he tried to hide the way he was twitching. His eyes were sore, and he felt sure that they were glowing again every few blinks but no one seemed to notice, too preoccupied with trying to leverage Jon’s coffin without slipping or losing the inches they gained. For some reason, despite the company and casual noise that he had missed, Tord found himself feeling more anxious than he had the entire night. Ready for a last performance, and afraid that the smallest thing could cause a halt.

Eduardo changed from his tux beside Tord, into a much cleaner long sleeved shirt and a thin coat with a deep hood that he used to hide the burned rot lacing up the back and sides of his head. Matt casually called that Eduardo could try wearing a beanie, that it would hide the burns better and would probably look very cute. Eduardo scoffed that Matt probably couldn’t see well without eyes, and that he’d rather not, but he didn’t sound too sharp.

Eduardo also exchanged his suit pants for loose black ones, but he kept his shoes, muttering about how expensive they looked. He sourly mentioned that he was missing fingers (three; middle and ring finger of his right hand and his little finger on his left), and Tord tried a gentle answer that they must’ve been cut off after he was found in the ash of their house.

For a brief moment, Eduardo simply glared at his own incomplete hands, and he startled Tord when he finally spoke to him directly. “…When did you get home?”

Tord’s aching hands played with the stones on his necklace, and he admitted that he had arrived maybe five minutes after the explosion. The police and ambulance and firetrucks were already there, and they immediately barred Tord from getting any closer than the front lawn before he could rush in. He had to be stopped by several officers before he was finally dragged away to an ambulance to be watched as the last of the smoldering wreckage was put out.

“I believe it was at that exact moment that I decided to do all this,” Tord finished. He felt that he probably would cry if his eyes didn’t feel so sore and dry. If he didn’t worry that he’d start bleeding again. “I was finished with watching my curse take things from me, and I was ready to take back for once. Thus, necromancy… It’s silly that I decided on this, yes? But at least it’s working, unlike everything else I’ve tried.”

“You…. you’re an idiot.” Eduardo answered back tiredly, but his voice wasn’t cold. It sounded sad, irritated, but not cold. Still, he didn’t reach out for Tord even though they were sitting beside each other.

Mark grabbed one of Eduardo’s hands, curling burned fingers together as he offered both Eduardo and Tord a concerned look. Neither of them looked back.

Tord didn’t complain about Eduardo avoiding him, he understood. His clothing and body was coated in dirt and mud, his fingers were in stained bandages, and his eyelashes and cheeks were touched with drying blood. To embrace someone so obviously drenched in their crime was something Tord couldn’t ask Eduardo, let alone any of them, to do. He was lucky the others had been so willing before.

It was probably for the best anyway; if Eduardo had been welcoming and had hugged him and kissed him and comforted him then Tord probably wouldn’t be able to keep his secret much longer. Then he would be stopped for ‘his own good’ and Jon would be alone. Which Tord would never let happen. Not to any of them, never again.

It took long stressed moments for Jon’s coffin to finally be flipped, then a few more as Edd and Tom struggled to pull out the nails on the coffin lid.

Tord was lost in thought so he at first didn’t react, but he blinked and laughed off concern when Pau lightly shook his shoulder. With a bit of help, Tord stood up to see as Tom pull open the coffin to reveal yet another explosion victim resting in a bed of thin rot soaked satin.

Jon could maybe pass as a person coated in makeup. The color of his flesh was molten from a very rotten dark pink to a peeled black that stretched tightly. Spots of red touched his cheeks and chin and throat, showing the muscle with dark molded edges. His hair was dark and short with curled darkened ends that stuck to the raw skin on his head. His suit was dark blue and stuck to him closely, a gleaming rosary looped around his throat with the cross falling low enough to touch his stomach. His body was limp and sprawled in the tight space from all the jostling of moving the coffin. He almost seemed to be normal with large smears of ash over his skin, spotty at worst.

Pau asked aloud why Jon seemed not to be as… damaged as Mark or Eduardo before anyone else got up the courage to. Even Tom seemed hesitant to ask, tired from digging and yelling.

Eduardo and Mark glanced at each other, unsure.

Then, Mark mused that Jon had been sleeping between them when the house exploded, and it was likely that their bodies had shielded him from the brunt of it.

Eduardo muttered about it apparently not being enough, considering that Jon was still dead. Which made all of them quiet down solemnly. Mark pressed his burn laced cheek against Eduardo’s shoulder.

Tord said nothing. He tasted blood on his tongue.

The herbs scattered a bit when Tord crumpled them in his fingers, the jar nearly slipping from his hand. Tom poured the water into Jon’s mouth, and nearly hit Eduardo with it when he threw the bottle from the coffin. Eduardo snarled at him to watch it, but the argument cut off right when Tord sliced open a ninth final fingertip, hardly hesitating to look at the skin there and the lines already climbing over the bumps of his skin like veins. Tord couldn’t help the shuddering breath he took at the stab that came from each finger. Four drops of dark blood touched and slipped at Jon’s darkened cheek like morbid tears.

When Pau reached to his hand to bandage it, Tord ignored him, quickly and messily wrapping cloth around the bleeding finger. Pau complained, backed up by Tom and Pat, but Tord just flashed a tight lipped smile, saying that the bleeding would stop in just a moment.

Tord swayed as he let Pau guide him back to sit down just a foot or two from Eduardo and Mark. Todd was more than a little hesitant when he placed out the candles, now touched with melted beads that had dried in fragile lines down the sides. Pat didn’t instantly let go of the book, his stitched hands straining from how tightly he gripped the spine. Neither seemed to miss the way Tord’s hands shook, but they found their complaints quieted by Tord gently shushing them as he took his items. Pat stepped back, looking unsure and torn but Todd didn’t move for a moment.

Tord lightly pulled Todd’s lingering hand to his mouth where he pressed a cold kiss to Todd’s knuckles.

“I’ll be fine,” Tord promised, voice not even managing to sound sure.

After a second, Todd stepped away with a sigh, to stand next to Edd, who lightly nudged him in an almost friendly, affectionate way.

It was impossible for Tord to ignore that all of them were watching him with varying worry and panic and helplessness, he could feel the stares from all sides besides the grave.

Matt wasn’t the only one grumbling uncomfortably when Tord lit the candles with hands that felt like they were being pried open at the slits in the pads of his fingers.

Tord placed his hands over the flames, a foot away, and instantly it felt as if he had set the backs of his hands inside the fire. The pain almost caused him to choke, but he managed to stifle the noise before any of his surrounding men heard him. He barely managed to get a breath in before he started the chant, which surprised even him when it came out in a strong voice.

Tord was blind from the second he opened his mouth, the gleam of his eyes making everything both very bright and very dark. The words sent an icy stab down his spine, through his chest and he couldn’t even flinch, his body frozen, locked in place by the pain scalding the backs of his hands straight to the bones.

Only faintly did he realize that a subtle wind had picked up.

Tord felt like he was being crushed, his chest constricting as if it were about to cave in on him and puncture his screaming lungs. Instead of feeling lighter like before, he felt heavier with each word slipping from his lips, everything pressing on him like lead weights. He was sure claws were raking down the insides on his arms, razor nails slicing into the skin of his cut fingertips and dragging through the flesh seemingly all the way to his shoulders.

Only faintly did he feel himself shaking, a shiver seeping from his entire body and into the ground like a wave, like a screen cutting through him and taking something into the rustling grass. Tord’s mouth was full of sharpened ends digging into his tongue and gums and teeth. He could feel his heartbeat in his fingertips, but he couldn’t feel it in his chest.

He was cold. He was trapped, crushed by the words and the power and his curse. Like he was dying. All of which he expected to feel. Still, the fact that he knew this was going to happen didn’t soften the pain even in the slightest.

Only faintly did he hear someone calling his name, unsure who it was. He couldn’t tell because his ears were ringing.

Then it was over, the last word gasped into the air, sounding as pained as he tried not to show. He felt numbed, entirely empty, entirely gone.

His body started to fall forward and his hands slapped onto the ground to catch himself. It worked for a second.

Then it didn’t.

He collapsed, no longer able to keep himself up, and everything in his mind went witheringly blank.

Only faintly did he feel something grab him.

It wasn’t like dreaming. It wasn’t like thinking. It wasn’t like much that Tord could recall, except maybe those times when he had to be sedated by doctors and the lingering effects of the sedatives seeped like dregs in his brain.

Tord couldn’t see or hear or feel anything. He felt gone. It could’ve been seconds, or minutes, or hours before Tord found himself slowly becoming aware again. For Tord, it was like days had passed with him in nothing but a stifled darkness where he both felt nor thought nothing.

In truth, it was twenty or so minutes.

Tord could hear voices, sounding uneasy or panicked or angry or sad, but he couldn’t understand what they were saying. His head felt both empty and too full, so it was like just hearing the noise but not the words. Muffled through ears that were still ringing.

Tord’s eyes ached, his eyelids weighing tons. It felt impossible to open them as if they were glued shut. They still felt like they were glowing, and he wondered if he was crying again. Very dully he could feel something touching his face, the warmth surprising. Comforting.

When he managed to open his eyes, his vision was clouded with red gleams, everything blurry. It took a bit more time, along with very gentle touching under his eyes. Then he saw a face touched with dark burns and paled red flesh and eyes- eyes that were the dullest shade of blue, the whites a very dull gray instead of white. Even altered with death and eyes just a ghost of what they used to be, Tord knew him.

Jon.

“G… Guys! Oh thank-! I think- I think he’s awake! His eyes stopped glowing,” Jon nearly shouted, sounding ecstatic and relieved. To Tord, he spoke in a more gentle, pained voice, “Tord. Are you okay? Tord, honeybee, can you see me?”

Tord let out a breath, a sigh or a whine, it was hard to tell with how soft it was.

“Hey- dove. You’re… you’re quite a sight- for sore eyes,” Tord let out a weak chuckle. He wanted to reach out, but his body felt heavy and hard to move.

Jon sniffed as if he had been crying, letting out a shaky sigh of relief, and he pulled Tord closer, burying his face against Tord’s collar bone. Tord only then realized that he had been resting in Jon’s lap, leaning on his chest. He couldn’t recall when he had been picked up.

Tord felt no pains, maybe a bit of soreness, so he didn’t complain about the tight curl of arms around him. His head was the only argument his entire being offered, feeling dull and sluggish and ever so slightly achy near the nape of his neck, as if he had been hit there.

Tord couldn’t make much sense out of the growing babble around him, knowing he was being spoken to, but he didn’t understand any of it. Shouts, insults, sighs and even groans, no matter the tone or what voice he recognized, none of the words sunk into his foggy thoughts.

Perhaps he was doing it on purpose, only because he knew that if he heard the questions, the accusations, he would have to answer them.

The only voice he made himself hear was Jon’s, who pulled back from him after a moment to just speak in that soft, gentle tone that Tord last heard in dreams and as a message on his phone reminding him not to worry about dinner.

“They- they told me what you’ve been doing- what happened. Eddie and Mark helped me out of the- grave and told me everything… You’ve been asleep for a while, we were thinking about bringing you to the hospital- but Todd, I think, said that it would be too risky so we’ve just been waiting for you to come to on your own. Then you did- but your eyes- they were unfocused and- glowing and you wouldn’t answer any of us. You worried us sick, Tord. You looked- dead or possessed. You scared me to death.” Jon kissed his forehead, and Tord slowly absorbed the words, the meaning sinking in almost reluctantly. Like he didn’t want to hear or understand anything that was being said.

“I’m-”

“Don’t you fucking dare say you’re okay.” It was Tom who cut off Tord’s strained voice, sounding horribly upset.

It took a lot of strength, but Tord managed to lift his head. It took just a second for Tord to realize that the surrounding area was brightening, the graveyard much lighter with the sky touched with a gray rather than a near black. Dawn was coming, the sun was slowly inching into the sky over the headstones.

A few steps away, Tom was hugging himself, folded up in Matt’s arms, looking like he was crying, like he was furious. Like Matt was the only thing holding him together.

“Tom…”

“Shut up,” Tom snarled, his posture backing up to curl against Matt’s chest, Matt nearly burying his face in Tom’s hair, “I don’t want to hear anything that you have to say… Do you have any fucking idea how terrifying it was seeing you fucking drop like that?! You said you were going to be okay, not that you were going to pass out and become unresponsive and stop breathing- You fucking asshole-!”

Tom trailed off, biting on the insults as he leaned back against Matt.

“We thought-” It was Pau that Tord heard next, with such a scared voice, sitting almost curled up in a ball against a headstone beside Tom and Matt. Todd was leaning against the same gravestone, one of his thin hands calmly dropped down onto Pau’s head, almost impulsively trying to sooth him as Pau spoke past a slight hitch, “-We- We thought you died for us, Tord. We thought you died bringing us back- I- we can’t-”

Todd’s voice broke in firmly, smoothing Pau’s wispy hair, “You scared us, Tord. You can’t just revive a bunch of people who love you and have them watch you pull this stupid witch shit- You just can’t. It’s not fair.”

“Not to mention you left us with a bunch of anxious guys we don’t even know. Pat and Pau and Tom almost had panic attacks- and I didn’t even know zombies could have those.” Edd added, voice solid and guarded, and Tord glanced with hurting eyes.

Edd was standing with Pat, where they both stood posed almost in mid-stride a few steps from Todd and Pau. Pat’s hair was a mess, as if he had been tugging at it, and Edd was holding both of his hands, as if he had tried to stop him from panicking. Grounding him.

Pat was breathing in slightly uneven huffs, looking like he was about to sink to the floor, but also like he was about to sprint at Tord, perhaps throttle him for freaking him out so badly. He settled for nearly barking in a somewhat choked, angry tone, “You liar! You’re such a fucking liar-!”

Edd muttered a light curse of “your stitches- holy sh- Pat, wait-” when Pat started to pull away from him, as if he was going to run, and switched clumsily from holding Pat’s hands to catching him around the waist. Pat didn’t even seem to have enough energy to fight, or maybe he just didn’t want to, and he let Edd grab him.

“Let him go. Tord deserves to get his ass kicked for pulling this on us,” Eduardo’s icy voice drew Tord’s glance from where he sat with his arms crossed, just on Tord’s other side. His hood was up and Mark was leaning against him with an arm over Eduardo’s shoulders. Both looked guarded and tired with burns lacing their expressions to make them look like hurt reminders of the curse that took them, the curse that led Tord to where he was now.

Edd said while trying to pick Pat up better, Pat not even struggling, just glaring, “Well, probably, but after what just happened we should make sure Tord’s really okay before-”

“He’s not okay. I thought we already covered this when he passed out?” Mark interrupted, his tone clipped and bitter. Something about his narrowed expression was almost as bad as the outright sneer on Eduardo’s face.

“Then we probably shouldn’t kick his ass! Unless we want him to actually die-”

“At least then we’d actually know what’s happening, instead of being left in the goddamn dark.” Tom snapped, anger wild and unfocused. Matt murmured softly to Tom with his burn cracked lips against Tom’s head in an almost scared kiss. Whispering about it being alright.

Tord took a hitched breath, tried to sit up better. Jon tried to hold onto him, to keep him from pitching over onto the ground. Onto now very dead grass.

“I- I’ll tell you-”

Pat spoke before anyone else could. “What? What will you tell us, Tord-? That nothing happened? That you’re perfectly fine even when you’ve been bleeding-!”

“I’ll tell you what I’ve done to myself! What- I… What I am now.”

The cemetery became silent as if Tord’s desperate raw voice was a scream.

Everyone froze, everyone flinched. Expressions of worry seemed to be slapped off, leaving just shock. Just confusion. The sun was rising higher, touching gray stones with pale light, exposing the open graves far behind where Jon was holding Tord. Where Jon was trying to get Tord to look back at him.

Jon’s voice shook, almost whispering as his gray touched eyes switched from Tord to Eduardo and Mark, as if they were in on some sort of joke. “Why- Why did you say it like that? Like you’re- Like something-”

Todd was a statue. His voice was cold with a realized dread, and he was leaning on the gravestone behind him more for support. “Oh. Oh, god. Oh no.”

“Like you’re dead too.” Matt finished the thought that Todd nor Jon could, expression scared, half hidden in Tom’s hair. As if he couldn’t bare to look straight on. His grip on Tom seemed even tighter, now no longer just holding Tom together, but himself as well.

“You- No. Tord, no.” Pau almost spoke to himself, sort of pressing himself against the grave stone. Into Todd’s leg. Trying to back away.

Pat and Edd staggered as if the both of them had lost all ability to stand, Pat tripping and leaning against Edd as Edd seemed to hold the both of them up on instinct alone. Two rag dolls touched in rot and fear.

“You didn’t-” Edd threw out with a suddenly very hard voice despite the way he faulted, his voice for once sounding like it was on the verge of anger.

Eduardo cut through the shock, through the disbelief as the others argued with themselves more than they did with Tord. He said what they thought, what they feared, with a tone so flat that it almost sounded like he was admitting defeat.

“You’re dead. You died getting us back- You’re dead too, like us! You killed yourself, you fucking killed yourself!”

“… Technically, yes…” Tord admitted in a very small voice, eyes slowly taking in the shock of his men.

Devastation, and confusion and fear and worry, and rage, and a sadness he himself remembered mirroring when he lost each of them one by one was now revealed without any sort of hesitation as the dawn touched the dead. In the brightening sky, he took in the rush of mourning with exposed rotten skin and spotted holes in their cheeks. Their pit eyes, their dead stares and burns and cuts and stripped bones. Their bright clothes that Tord had bought himself for them that stood out on their paled sickly colored flesh, but showed a reminder. Showed what he was trying to get again. What he had lost, and what he now had back.

Like he had ever since the night began, Tord continued, “But I’m not dead like you, loves. I’m a… severe step up from- being just a member of the undead. I’m- I am what most would call a lich.”

“What. The. Fuck.” Tom spoke each word through a gritted exposed jaw, as if it were the only way to keep his voice from breaking. “Is a lich?”

Tord glanced down for just a moment, and, with a bitten groan, he used aching hands to push up his sleeves sloppily, just up to his elbows.

As he moved, he reported in a very calm, slightly hitched voice, “According to the research I’ve done, a lich is a being of the damned- basically, a dead sorcerer or witch. It is known mainly a creature of evil, either an embodiment of greed or risky power or stagnated death- however, all of this stems from the idea that a person who becomes a lich was actually looking for immortality, which wouldn’t be right in my case. Becoming a lich is more of a side effect for me, a result of basically using my mortality as payment for doing things no one is meant to do…”

Jon almost seemed to want to stop him, but his burn touched finger tips paused when Tord prompted his explanation by holding out both of his exposed arms for all to see, palms up. And Jon saw the lines. They all did.

The bandages on the tips of his fingers, once fresh only hours ago, were soaked thoroughly by so much blood that they looked more black. But that wasn’t what Tord was showing them.

From those sliced dripping fingers, over the creases of his palms and the flat of his wrists, and stretching out along the soft flesh of his inner arms, black veins printed clear unnatural roots under paled skin. They faded to gray and disappeared deeper, seemingly tracing his main veins that once pumped blood.

“W- When- Did you get more tattoos?” Jon asked in a breathy shuddering tone, as if he knew the question was ridiculous but he desperately posed it anyway. Tord offered a sad look, expression soft, guilty.

“These aren’t tattoos, dove- They’re a side effect of becoming a lich. One of a few other things, from what I read, though I’m not entirely sure to what lengths it goes,” Tord spoke clearly, sounding honest, maybe even interested, “These are meant to show that I’ve officially become a damned creature, and, apparently, a warning against touching.”

“A warning against touching? Why,” Matt sounded breathless, scared, voice just barely loud enough for Tord to hear.

Tord gestured with stained hands to the ground. Under him, around him and Jon and Eduardo and Mark, the grass that was once green and healthy was now flat and dead and browned in a large messy circle. The dawn break brightening sky made the sight so much more apparent than it would’ve been minutes ago, the dull coloring almost making it seem like a large black scar in the cemetery grounds. Tord shook his head, as if what he was saying sounded silly.

“I wasn’t expecting this, but I do recall this being a sign of a lich- bringing death with a single touch. Like a grim reaper of sorts… I suppose I’ll have to invest in gloves in the future, but that won’t be much of a concern for any of you. Even if I find a way to give an illusion of life back to you all, I can’t inflict death on men that have already died-”

“Tord, what the fuck have you done to yourself?” Mark asked in a breath, horror in his expression as he looked at the floor of dead and the black veins spreading under Tord’s skin.

Tord didn’t look up at the stares he knew he would see, the fear and worry. The betrayal at hurting himself. Instead, he kept his eyes on the black spider web thin veins seeping across the inside of his arms and hands, and the dead brown grass under him. The rising sun revealed the signs as clear as the red still staining his lashes.

“I. I did the only thing I could think of. And, honestly, I- I’m happy. I didn’t care about my mortality, or soul or anything, so long as I could get the ones I love back… I don’t mind any of this- I mean, it was a bit more painful than I thought it would be, as well as a bit more, um, external, but I’m fine with it and it’s past now that I completed my rituals anyway. A few other side effects I can handle. They’re all worth it to have you all.”

No one spoke, absorbing his words, trying to understand what was being said. What happened, and what Tord had done.

After a heavy moment of Tord just waiting, Jon was the first to react, the first to move. Slowly, Jon’s hand reached out, sickly pink on the knuckles and burned in uneven shapes, hovering just a second over the black lines on Tord’s arm. With a whimper to his voice, Jon touched his skin and pulled his hand closer to him.

Jon didn’t dare put much pressure on them, as if he feared they would spread, and spoke quietly, but even so, everyone heard him, “Tord… this isn’t some sort of side effect… You’re dead.”

“So are you,” Tord answered, not arguing, his tone calm and factual. He shifted his own hand so that Jon’s palm touched his. Jon seemed to flinch and Tord noted that, surprisingly, Jon’s hand seemed warmer than his.

“That’s-” Pat started struggling against Edd again, but something about the way he moved made it seem like he was holding onto Edd’s arms, “That’s beside the point, Tord! We already died-”

“From my curse.” Tord finally lifted his head, and met eyes with the wide dark sockets. Pat struggled to argue.

“That’s different!”

“No, it’s not. My curse killed you all because I loved you, and I brought you back and paid the price for the same reason.”

Matt spoke when Pat failed to come up with an answer, but all he could get out was a shaken accusation, “You- you killed yourself.”

“So? How is than any different from my curse killing me like it was going to eventually?”

“Your curse wouldn’t have killed you-” Edd tried in a short tone, but Tord sighed, as if he had heard this many times before.

“It would’ve killed anyone I let into my heart, and it already had. It would’ve made me alone and bitter and scared. It made me guilty for simply being human and loving like anyone else. If you think none of this would’ve killed me in the end, I’d have to disagree, love.”

Tord’s straight-forward tone, his calm expression made it clear than any argument brought up was one that Tord himself had likely asked. They couldn’t surprise him, they couldn’t argue. They could be mad, they could be upset, they could mourn the loss of his mortality, his humanity, but they couldn’t do much else.

Todd suddenly let out a deep, heart broken sounding sigh, sliding down the gravestone he had been leaning on until he was sitting shoulder to shoulder with the still huddled up Pau. Todd placed a thin hand to his head, and let out a bitter remark, “God, this is all so morbid.”

That earned a few equally sour, yet slightly surprised chuckles from Mark, Pat, Tom and Matt. Pau seemed to instinctively hide his face in Todd’s shoulder, and Todd didn’t seem to notice.

Both Tom and Matt ended their forced sounding laughs with curses, sounding tired and upset and defeated. As if they lost the reason to stand, together they slowly sank to sit on the ground, where dead grass touched alive green, and they seemed to shake a bit as they held each other and muttered repetitious swears. Mainly ‘fuck you, Tord’ and ‘shitty excuse for the love of our lives’.

Pat laughed a bit harder than anyone else, and leaned fully back against Edd, putting his stitched hands up to cover his face. Edd shifted to hold him better, but kept his attention on Tord even when Pat announced in a muffled, tearful sounding voice, “I fucking hate you, Tord. I hate you so much-”

“You’re one dead dumb ass,” Edd said, not even laughing, not even joking. Tord was sure by the way the bandanna was moved that Edd was offering him a very dull smirk, as if he wasn’t surprised in the most bitter ways. Edd’s tone was solemn, and he moved a bit more so that he was sort of holding Pat up and sort of hugging him as if on impulse to comfort.

Tord expected this, the anger and the desperate sadness.

But he was a bit caught off guard by Jon suddenly holding his hand harder and asking in a very soft whisper, “There’s no way to fix this?”

“No, dove. And I wouldn’t want to anyway- I meant for this to happen, and I’m beyond happy that I can be with you all, even if we’re technically dead. We can’t lose each other anymore.” Tord stated gently, and Jon let out a pained groan, a cleared pink liquid touching at the gray parts of his eyes where they had started to decay. Jon curled into Tord, tucking his head against Tord’s chest and throat. Where Tord’s heart no longer beat.

Tord placed an arm, ignoring the twinges of pain and the black veins marking him as damned, around Jon’s back. He placed a few soft kisses to Jon’s hair.

After a moment of just holding Jon, Tord felt a warm hand touch his cheek. When he glanced at Mark and Eduardo, he noticed that dark liquid was streaming from Mark’s eyes and catching on his burned streaks and cuts. Mark was crying, a very upset twist to his slit and darkened lips.

“I- you,” Mark struggled to speak, as if each word hurt him, his hand slipping to clasp at Tord’s sweater and bunch it in his shaking black laced fingers almost desperately, “Y- You’re a disaster of a person-”

Mark broke off, but didn’t look away, didn’t let go. As if he feared Tord would disappear if he blinked or loosened his grip.

Tord offered a sad smile, and pressed his chilled lips to Mark’s quaking knuckles. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Mark sniffed and continued to weep into his own shoulder as he held onto Tord’s sweater.

When Tord looked up with tired, pained eyes at Eduardo, Eduardo was already staring at him. He never stopped. Glaring, fixated on Tord like he was too angry to think of words or a response. One of his arms was around Mark’s waist, supporting him.

For a long moment, they just looked at each other, Tord waiting for Eduardo to either hit him or yell or break down crying like Mark and Jon and Pat. He didn’t.

With spots of burns stretching over his cheeks and chin and staining him in black and sickly red and green tinges where his skin peeled with rot, Eduardo spoke in a voice that was hard enough to hurt like a hit.

“You better not ever drop like you did tonight. Ever. No more fucking lying either. You’re going to tell us everything about this bullshit lich crap. Everything. No hiding anything, no white lies of fucking half truths. If I find out that you’re just going to break our hearts by dropping dead someday, then I swear to god- I’ll make you fucking wish you left me dead… Got that, Tord?”

Tord swallowed almost painfully at Eduardo’s arrangement, at his offer, his threat. It was touching in the weirdest way, this sort of promise, and only because it was from Eduardo.

“Of course. I know you will- I wouldn’t expect any less from my star.”

Eduardo reached out with an incomplete set of fingers, grabbing one of Tord’s bandaged dead hands, just hard enough to make Tord wince at the sudden bolts of pain that shocked him down to his bones. Both pain and the awareness that this was the first time Eduardo willing touched him since reviving made Tord jolt. And then, smoothly, Eduardo leaned to him, and placed his charred lips against Tord’s cold mouth. A very solid kiss full of pressure and anger and relief and determination that tasted just a bit like blood and a bit like ash.

Tord almost wanted to cry again, just out of happiness. And perhaps a bit of exhaustion.

The bitter sneers around Tord continued, from insults and bitter cries to just sounds of mourning. Tord didn’t respond to them, knowing that they were hurting and that they had every right to. They didn’t want reason or answers, they knew what they needed to at the moment. They just needed to cry and comfort and express.

Around them the dawn was getting brighter, revealing open graves and dead grass and the deceased slowly accepting death and loss and life. They needed to leave soon, Tord knew they did, but he wanted to give them some time. Let them sob and let them laugh and let them cling and whine. As the living do, as he had done for them once upon a time.

They would be gone before the beams of actual sun flitted on the morning fog, leaving empty coffins and dead grass and the quiet of the graves.

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OOHH MY GOOOD fuckin’ beautiful. What a bittersweet ending- Let those dead boys live happily tho, they deserve a nice relaxing night after this one. Fuck I loved this story so much. I forgot liches even existed hwoo. Thank you again for this amazing story- ily 💕

#submission #polyworld #goresworld #all his boyfriends are dead #fanfic #aubergine-jeans

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themeanbeanwrites · 7 years

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Spooky kisses tordmatt (sfw)

Since @the-milk-was-expired was so thirsty for this fic I decided to post it here also I would've posted it sooner but tumblr was being a bitch

Matt was in the bathroom applying red lipstick for his Marilyn Monroe costume, Edd was showing off his cat costume to Tom (who was dressed as a skeleton). Tord was still in his room putting on his costume, which was of course tuxedo mask. Tord soon had his costume on and headed toward the living room, which was getting set up for a Halloween party...well not really a party just four losers eating food and playing games ment for 12 year old slumber parties...anyway Tord couldn't help see Matt angrily reapplying his lipstick as he walked past the bathroom. Tord just stood there admiring Matt in that iconic white dress, his bare legs sticking out. Tord just stared well until Matt noticed, "uh can I help you Tord?" Matt asked a tint of pink on his cheeks. Tord blinked blankly snapping back into reality. "Oh uh I just really like you're costume! Uh who are you supposed to be?" Tord asked obviously already knowing the answer. "Oh I'm that famous american actor...uh Marilyn Monhoe!" Matt exclaimed "You mean Monroe?" Tord corrected. "Uh yeah! Anyway what do you think about my costume?" Matt asked turning completely toward Tord, his dress twirling slightly. Tord could feel the blood rush to his face, "Y-yeah you look great, but doesn't she have blond hair?" Matt gasped "you expect me to hide this beautiful natural ginger hair! Never!" "I was just- "Hey guys are you ready yet the party is about to start!" Edd yelled across the house. "Yeah we're coming!" Matt yelled back walking to the living room, Tord followed. "Sorry I took so long makeup was a nightmare" Matt chuckled. "What are we going to be doing tonight anyway?" Tord asked. "Oh I figured we'd play some games then watch a movie!" Edd explained. "What kind of games?" Matt asked. "Since Tom let me borrow his smirnoff bottle I'd figure we'd play spin the bottle!" "Ew edd that's gross...and gay" Tom groaned. "Yeah and I what if I got tom!?! There's no way I'm kissing that thing" Tord rudely remarked pointing to Tom. Edd scoffed "fine we won't play it but we can still play seven minutes in heaven!" "Isn't that worse?!" Tom asked slight worry in his tone. "No all you have to do is stay in a closet for seven minutes....it's up to you what you do in there" Edd wiggled his eyebrows as he said that last part. After a pause of silence everyone sat down in a circle, Matt across from Tord, and Tom across from Edd, with Matt sitting next to Edd and Tom and Tord sitting next to eachother. "Alright who should spin?" Tord spoke breaking the silence. "You should!" Edd answered quickly "Why me?!?" "Cause you asked" Tord sighed and grabbed the bottle placing it in the middle of the circle and spinning it. The brunette could feel heart pounding as he nervously watched the bottle spin rapidly around and around, till slowly slowing down then finallg stopping on.... ....Matt Tord could feel his face heat up under his mask. "OK IN THE CLOSET" Edd yelled opening the coats closet. "W-wait!- Tord managed to stutter before Tom shoved him and Matt the closet and slamming the door. Tord was now basically touching touching noses, so close they could feel each other's breathing. After what seemed like an entirety of slience Matt finally spoke "T-tord can I kiss you?" Tord could feel his entire face heat up, he nodded unable to speak. Matt reached and took Tord's mask off revealing Tord's red face and wide grey eyes. Matt dropped the mask and grabbed Tord's face gently pressing his lips against Tord's. Tord kissed back feeling lipstick stain his lips.

The ginger pulled back only to plant kisses all over the Norwegian's face. "M-matt stop you're getting lipstick everywhere" Tord weakly spoke, Matt didn't acknowledge him though he just kept giving small kisses making the smaller male groan and squeak in embarrassment. Soon seven minutes have past, of course Matt and Tord wouldn't know because they were too busy smooching. Edd unknowingly opened the door, "alright guys time to- woah" Edd blushed. Matt and Tord stared back both clearly embarrassed. "If we left them in there any longer they'd be fucking" Tom chuckled. After Edd and Tom made fun of Matt and Tord for a good solid ten minutes they went on with the night, ignoring all the lipstick stains on Tord's face.

#ew tordmatt #ew mattord #ew tatt #ew tord #ew matt #ew fanfiction #my writing

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ew-trash · 7 years

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Boys reaction to crush or lover covers his face in kisses and it's not until he sees his reflection and sees his face is covered in lipstick kissies (in his respective colors of course. I just love lipstick kissies they're so cute asdghjkl)

Tom blinked in the mirror dark blue lip stick peppered his cheeks lips and jaw at first it didn't register but the moment he realized how his lover's been kissing him his cheeks went deep red and the problem here is...it's water proof so getting it off took forever. But fuck deep down that's hella hot...Edd is a blushing mess through the kissing process where he tried hard to kiss back but you just wouldn't sit still long enough for him to do it. He stared at himself now with a bashful blush....you should wear green lipstick and kiss him more often MATT IS A PERFECT BOY OKAY? he giggled and grinned through the kissING process and grabbed your face kissing back leaving his lips with smeared purple lipstick along his lips and jaw he at first didn't like the mess on his face cause oh no his face is dirty but then again you did pick a DaMN nice shade of purple he cleaned up his face and kept the purple on his lips..Tord knew the moment you kissed his cheek and his lips you got lip stick on this man's face. He stood there rubbing his cheek with his palm spreading it when he as trying to clean it. He lowkey loves it but yet kinda not a fan since he's a big bad boss man and doesn't need his lover to be getting makeup. All over him...how ever the mark on his neck made the man blush rather deeply. Damn you're hot...wait is that a hickie under that red smear? You little minx. Eduardo just stood there with a big dumb grin on his face as he stared at himself. It was you smothering him in your smooches and love and BOY lemme tell you He couldn't br any happier. You're too damn cute and the shade of green fits him..and you just perfectly...he is going for second smooches. Mark stared for a bit you somehow kissed his eye probably from his struggle he knew how hard make up was to get off and it looked like you punched his eye with your lips. He snorted a small blush on his face..he respects the colour you picked aND adores your kisses don't get him wrong.but damn it is all over him and he's gonna get you.JON IS A BLUSHING MESS HE JUST CAN'T STOP STARING AT HIMSELF the blue lip prints on his cheeks nose for head and lips maDE him blush like crazy...but he is a happy boy and he loves your kisses.

#Yas #eddsworld #anon #Matt eddsworld #insert #reactions #xreader #Tom eddsworld #Jon eddsworld #Edd #eduardo eddsworld #tord

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mattfic · 3 years

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canon call shit ?? i dunno,

Not sure how these really work but here we go!

My name’s Matthew Grievings, I’m a fictive from Eddsworld. I’m looking for Tom, Tord, and Edd specifically, though I’m happy to talk to any other fictives or kins from my source!

In my “canon” (I’m not entirely sure how these things work, so spare my soul) the End hadn’t happened quite yet. I recall basically everything before that, though watching Legacy episodes do feel strange, since I don’t exactly act like that mostly.

Tord did leave, and I haven’t seen him since he did, but I do miss him.

I’m about 5′7″, I mostly just wear purple and black hoodies, sometimes jeans but mostly shorts or pjs. I’m very affectionate, mainly physically or whatever the compliment one was. I’m just affectionate is the point, I guess. I’m not super hygienic like most people tend to think, but my skin is pretty clear and I genuinely am confident in myself and my actions and how I look. I have blue eyes and ginger hair (though not nearly as bright orange as the show colors it), and I’m basically covered in freckles. I like painting my nails, but not much else like makeup or anything. I’m polyamorous (though I wasn’t dating any of you), Bisexual, and practically hoard gender identities and labels though you all still usually used he/him for me, mostly due to the ease of it. I had a fine childhood, my parents were well-off, though I sort of completely cut myself off from my family due to how emotionally distant they seemed. They were always busy. I’m neurodivergent, and I stim (mostly motions, but some verbal stims as well). Edd would make me safefoods because some had textures, and Tord would usually help me when I was overstimulated or understimulated. Sometimes we’d have movie nights, and I was/am very cuddly and would fall asleep sometimes cuddling you guys. Sometimes I’d wake up and someone had carried me to bed (unsure who), or we’d all be in a big pile of warmth and sweat and drool. It was gross, but nice. In the winters sometimes when my room was extremely cold I’d try to come into you guys’ rooms, though Tom would always kick me out. Tord was a sort of 50/50, sometimes he was busy or out of the house, but if he was in bed or was heading to sleep or wasn’t busy he’d go to bed with me. Edd almost always said yes, even if he was doing stuff he’d let me go to bed in his room and fall asleep with me later. We all had little jokey fights often over dumb things like the best Dorito or Gatorade flavor, though it almost never turned into actual fights.

Edd, you were a bit chubby, and you gave amazing hugs and were nice to cuddle. You didn’t initiate physical affection much besides hugs, but you were always happy to receive it and give it back if I cuddled you or held your hand or anything. You mostly wore tshirts and hoodies, and a mix of jeans or shorts. In the mornings you’d usually be wearing pj pants though. Your room was almost always unlocked, and we could talk for ages, though you were often drawing while we did.

Tom, you were a bit messy and never really initiated conversations or affection but you were a good listener and always accepted my affection (and I think you liked it, though I doubt you’ll ever give me a yes or no). You’d insult me jokingly, but when you did hit a bit close to home you always made sure I was okay with it. You were good at respecting boundaries. Your door was usually locked, and when you were awake there was still only a 50/50 you’d open up, but when you did sometimes you’d play music for me or let me talk with you for hours (though you always seemed a bit annoyed). I looked up to you, you’re cool and people liked you.

Tord, you were a bit awkward with affection but you were happy to initiate cuddling or hand holding or hugs or anything, and sometimes you’d let me play with your hair. Your door was mostly locked but you’d basically always let me in when I asked. I was learning a bit of Norwegian for you, though usually you’d just laugh at me because my accent speaking it or saying it strangely. You were usually fine with me kissing your forehead or cheek platonically, in private mostly, though the others didn’t seem to give a shit. I did try to kiss you before in your room, and you let me, though you seemed really shocked and awkward afterwards and we never talked about it again. I was pretty close with you, you were a great listener, and you were happy to talk back with me too. You kicked my ass at mario kart, and shooter games like COD. When you left you gave me an emergency number to call to talk to you, but I lost it and I hate myself for losing it because I missed you so much.

If any of this sounds like you or you remember any of this, please contact me. I miss you guys a whole lot, and I’d love to see you all again. Even if this isn’t 100% sounding like something you’d remember please contact me, even if there’s a small chance it’s you I want to make sure. Thank you. Even if none of this applies to you, if you’re seeing this you’re probably a canon call acc or eddsworld-related, so I’d really appreciate it if you could rb or anything to help!

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heyitstords · 6 years

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My College Makeup Essentials

Happy summer 2018 to me!!! My semester finally ended a week ago and now I’m just so relieved to finally have the time to breathe again. I’ve been completely MIA in this blog for the past few months and it’s mainly because I really focused on my studies (heh) and the blog was left behind.

But hey, now that I have two months to myself (before I start my third year in college - WTF right), I have decided that it’s time to return to blogging. There are a lot of things I’ve been meaning to post, and I’m really excited because I feel like I finally have the time to edit and create again. I’ll start with something light: my college makeup essentials. Back in high school, I never really cared about makeup and skincare and stuff like that. I don’t really know what happened or how it all started, but all of a sudden I was sucked into this black hole of beauty products and I can’t seem to escape.

My makeup routine is pretty minimal, mainly because 1) I’m always running late to my first class of the day, and 2) the weather in the Philippines + the fact that I walk to almost all my classes in UP makes it very difficult for the makeup to stay on my face and not melt off. You can still find me a sweaty mess at the end of the day, but at least I still try. The products listed below are numbered in the way I usually do my makeup every morning. It’s a right balance of drugstore and not-so-drugstore makeup, I would say. These products work for my slightly oily skin and they also manage to survive despite the humid weather in the Philippines. Enjoy!

1. The Body Shop Vitamin E Moisture Cream - I really like using this as a daytime moisturizer because it’s hydrating, transparent, and lightweight.

2. Bioré Face Milk SPF 50+ - I never saw sunblock as an essential step in makeup, but after reading multiple articles, I finally caved in. This sunblock is perfect because it’s lightweight and it doesn’t leave any white streaks on my face. I mix this with my moisturizer and apply it on my face before I begin with my makeup.

3. Lucas’ Papaw Ointment - This is my new ride-or-die lip balm, I swear. It’s thick, but it’s not sticky. It’s so moisturizing, and you really feel the difference on your lips. I used to think Burt’s Bees was the best, but after trying this, I think I have found my new favorite. My dry lips have never been happier.

4. Glossier Stretch Concealer in Dark - This jar has been with me since my first year in college, and it’s still here with me until now. This is so seamless on my skin, and it doesn’t feel like I have anything on whenever I use it. It’s really natural-looking and breathable; totally my favorite concealer.

5. L’Oréal Lash Paradise and Maybelline Lash Sensational - I’m still on the hunt for the perfect mascara that won’t smear on my bottom lash line, but so far, these two (kind of) do the trick. The Lash Paradise is good for thick, voluminous lashes, while the Lash Sensational is good for the long yet natural-looking eyelashes. (Still on the lookout for the best waterproof mascara, though)

6. Maybelline Fashion Brow in Brown - Fairly simple. I don’t give my eyebrows that much thought in the morning, so I just use the wax to make my brows look fuller and thicker!

7. Milani Luminoso Blush - This is my new favorite for a healthy-looking glow on the cheeks. It’s both a highlighter and blush, so it really makes my skin look awake and healthy.

8. Becca Shimmering Skin Perfector in Opal - My new ride-or-die highlighter. This was a gift from a friend, and it blends in beautifully with my morena skin tone. It gives me this glow-from-within kind of highlight, and it just makes me look healthier and more alive. (I need it to look like I had eight hours of sleep when I’ve only had three ha ha ha)

9. The Body Shop Lip & Cheek Stain in 03 Red Pomegranate - The most perfect natural-looking stain, I swear! It stays on forever and it really looks beautifully natural on the lips and cheeks.

10. Pili Tinted Lip Balm in Barely There (Left) - For days when I want to wear something more than a stain but less obvious than a lipstick, this is my go-to item. It’s a reddish-pink balm that really compliments my skin tone. (Also, it’s locally made!)

11. Maybelline Creamy Matte Lipstick in Nude Nuance (Middle) - I use this lipstick for the days when I just feel like wearing a dark nude lipstick. It’s a matte brown nude, but I usually just blot it on my lips since it’s really pigmented when applied directly from the tube.

12. Happy Skin Shut Up & Kiss Me in Slaying It (Right) - This is my MLBB lipstick. It’s close to the natural color of my lips, but it’s just better. It’s this relatively dark, reddish-brown nude that I can’t live without. It’s comfortable to wear and it’s hydrating since it has shea butter in it. (It’s also locally made!)

13. The Face Shop Oil Clear Blotting Pact - I use this to touch up my skin throughout the day. My skin tends to get oily in the afternoon, so I just use this to mattify my T-zone and other parts of my face that need saving. Absolutely life-changing.

Aaaand that’s it! What’s in your makeup bag?

Always,

Tords

#makeup #college #makeupbag #blogpost #personal #minimal #naturalmakeup #collegemakeup #naturalcollegemakeup #collegemakeupessentials #heyitstords

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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Masterlist: Eddsworld x Reader

Edd

HCs: Edd x Musician!S/O

HCs: Edd x Cosplayer!S/O

Future!Edd cuddling fluff

WTFuture

Matt

Love confession fluff

Shopping together

Vampire!Matt x Knight!Reader

HCs: Matt x Tailor!S/O

"If your name is Junior" Vine jokefic

Tom

Tom meeting Skid & Pump (FNF/Spooky Month crossover)

"I brought blankets, takeout, and your favorite movie" prompt

Nightmare hurt/comfort

Monster!Tom x Reader

Monster!Tom x Scientist!Reader

Future!Tom x Cyborg!Reader angst

Tord

Future!Tord x Future!Reader Angst

The End angst (Tord + Sibling Reader)

Dread Potion

Neighbors

Post-Beaster Bunny hurt/comfort (Eduardo)

First kiss (Eduardo)

Dread Potion (Eduardo)

Eduardo x Witch!Reader

Eduardo x Reader (who has anger issues & is Jon's s/o) angst

HCs: Neighbors with a Punk!Fem!S/O

Paul & Patryk

Patryk stealing S/O's makeup

Other Characters

Monster!Tamara x Reader

Reject Clones caring for kittens

Misc/Various

Male Cast's reactions to Rancher!S/O(Slime Rancher crossover)

Edd, Matt, Tom, and Jon getting the "shovel talk" from S/O's brother

HCs: Main 4 with a Blind!Sassy!S/O

HCs: Main 4 reacting to their crush housing the Rejects (Spares)

HCs: Cuddling w/ the Main 4

HCs: Main 4 meeting & falling in love with Reader (Friday Night Funkin universe)

HCs: Main 4 meeting S/O's dad (Tankman)

HCs: Main 4 + Animator!Reader

HCs: Main 4 reacting to Tomatoredd's crush on Reader

Main 4 reacting to Mute!S/O speaking for the first time

Eduardo & Edd fighting over Reader (Poweredd)

Tord & Tom fighting for Reader's love

(Crack) HCs: Explaining FNAF lore to the Main 4, Future Edd, Eduardo, & Scribble Tom

Male Cast's S/O owning a bakery

#eddsworld x reader #ew x reader #x reader #masterlist

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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MaY i have a Patrick x reader where Pat steals readers make up and reader asks where it is and finds him with the makeup puting it on him and reader just kinda helps him out

"Even my makeup's gone??? Damn..can't have shit in this army." You grumbled as you looked everywhere for your makeup kit. It was just eyeshadow, blush...the simple things that made you feel less bland.

But on the one day you had off, when you were planning a date night with Pat...your makeup was nowhere to be found.

You've asked several of your comrades, including Paul, if they knew where it was. He mentioned Pat being sort of sneaky, but he just assumed he was getting ready for tonight. That prompted you to immediately search for him.

When you first got to know him, he sorta chastised you for wanting to wear makeup. His excuse was "you should be more worried about surviving than your looks", though you knew he meant well.

But for him to steal your makeup made you pissed off. For all you know...he could've thrown it out already.

You were gonna strangle him if that was the case.

............

Eventually you found Pat's room and barged in, fully irritated at the mere thought of him disposing your makeup.

Were you overreacting? Maybe. Did you care? Not at all.

"Pat I swear to god if you threw out my makeup I'm cancelling the reserva-"

"I-I didn't! I swear!"

You stopped short as he turned away from the mirror, holding one of your eyeshadow pallets. And you were stunned to see that he was actually wearing your makeup, specifically eyeliner and blue and red eyeshadow, which he...somewhat blended well?

'Wow he..actually looks kinda hot..' You definitely didn't expect this from him at all.

"I take back what I said..it..i-it actually looks nice" Pat was still frozen on the spot, not daring to move as you approached him.

But you weren't enraged anymore. Instead you were smiling. "See? I told you so. How come you did this in secret?" You tilted your head. "I thought my makeup was gone forever and I got worried."

"I-I didn't want Tord..or anyone else knowing.."

"Not even me?"

"........."

You sighed and cupped his face. "My dear Pat, even guys can rock makeup, and if anyone's got a problem with that..they got a problem with me. You don't have to be ashamed. I think it looks pretty hot on you."

Pat seemed to be charmed by your words, as he smiled back at you and relaxed. "Thanks..s-so you don't mind me going out like this?"

"Not at all, babe." You kissed his cheek before taking his hand. "But seriously..just ask if you wanna use my makeup next time, okay?"

"Yeah..I'm sorry.."

Seeing him avert his gaze made you frown for a bit. But soon an idea came to mind. "Hmm..maybe I can add a few more touches."

He looked up at you, growing a bit flustered. "Well..I mean if that's what you wanna do then..alright."

With a chuckle, you just guided him over to the bed, having him sit while you retrieved your makeup.

Then you got to work making your boyfriend both pretty and handsome.

#clanask #anonymous #eddsworld x reader #ew patryk x reader #ew pat x reader

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whyareyoureyesblack · 7 years

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All His Boyfriends are Dead pt8

One last graveyard, containing all three of Tord’s most recently loved, his most recently deceased. Tord drove with one hand holding Pau’s the entire time, and listened to casual conversation and jokes. Tord parked the car behind a row of trees before turning in his seat to address the guys in the back. He explained that they had to be careful this time- this graveyard was actually normally patrolled by groundskeepers- and they had to hurry before dawn started in a few hours.

Tom snorted from where he was once again curled up to Matt’s side, their arms looped together. He asked if Tord even had a plan.

When Tord looked away, Todd groaned, “We’re cutting this incredibly close, Tord.”

Tord tightened his grip on Pau’s hand, a bit defensive as he admitted that he had done as much as he could get done within the past two months. He had rushed, but he mumbled about him just being tired of being alone for so long. Pau frowned. Edd laughed fondly, not bothered, and Pat let out a sigh.

“Tord, you lovely idiot,” Pat announced, not unkindly, “You’re lucky I already pushed you in a hole tonight, or I’d do that right now.”

Tord took no offense, smirking shyly as he explained how far he had gotten in means of planning. Which wasn’t entirely far at all.

They would first go to the top of the hill to get Mark, who was, like Pau, buried in a mausoleum. It would require actually using the hammers to break the standing stone encasing his casket if they couldn’t get the lid off, which would undoubtedly cause a lot of noise. Matt sweetly reminded Tord that he was going to let someone else shatter the casket this time with a flat stare that Tord didn’t argue with.

After they woke Mark, they would collect Eduardo, then finally Jon, who were buried next to each other on the other side of the hill. Tord had no plan for preventing them from getting caught by the roaming groundskeeper, which was bad for multiple reasons that Pau muttered about until Tord kissed his hand to calm him.

Tom suggested pushing the keeper into an open grave, and Pat responded with a wince, saying that could be plan B. He wasn’t too fond of the idea of burying a person alive. Tom snapped that he said nothing about burying the guy, but Matt shushed him and agreed with Pat.

“It is a bit dangerous, Tom. He could hit his head and die or something.”

“Do you guys want to get in or not?”

Todd ignored the slight challenge that Tom directed towards everyone, actually reaching out to pat Tom’s head in dismissal, like one would do with a puppy. Tom scowled, but he surprisingly didn’t complain.

Todd mused that some of them could just distract the groundskeeper, make sure that they’d be too busy to notice any noises they would make. Some of them could do that while the rest of them ran up the hill with Tord to wake up Mark. It wasn’t a sure plan, but everyone agreed that it was better than just walking right in.

Tord hesitated, obviously uncomfortable with letting any of them out of his sight, but he earned comforting ruffling of his hair as the not-really-alive men in the back piled out of the car. Pau offered an unsure reassuring smile with his rotten blushed cheeks, and squeezed Tord’s hand before they both joined the others.

It was spoken in low tones, and agreed upon that Edd, Tom, and Matt would be in charge of distractions, while Pau, Pat, and Todd helped Tord with the revival process. Pat and Todd packed up the duffel bag, grabbing shovels and large hammers that were somewhat slipped under the seats. Pau seemed unwilling to step too far away from Tord as Tord continued to brain storm with the other three about what they could use to distract the guard.

“We can scare him away by using our zombie looks! That way we can work our strengths,” Matt offered, pointing at the rot cracked half of his face.

“Yeah, that could work. We’ll just show him Edd’s legs,” Tom said almost playfully, but it was hard to tell, “No amount of makeup could make someone’s legs look like that. If that doesn’t work, showing him Edd’s face should do the trick.”

Edd scowled behind his bandanna. “He could just think it’s makeup. Then he’d just chase us for trespassing.”

“-Which would still give Tord the opening to get inside,” Tom finished for him, smug with split gray skin.

Edd seemed to think for a moment, holding up a skeletal finger as if he had an argument, but then he just let out a huff and admitted defeat with a shrug.

Once everyone was ready, they crossed the dark space to where the cemetery started. The fence surrounding the place was tall and locked, spaced apart with large brick pillars. Inside, moonlight peeked from the clouds to touch dark yards of graves.

The groundskeeper was nowhere in sight. They needed to change that.

Tom borrowed a hammer, bringing it down on the padlock with such a loud clang, that Edd joked that it should’ve woken the dead. The padlock broke off after two hits, Tom throwing it and the chain aside. The group rushed in, hiding behind a large bush just on the inside of the pillar holding up the large fence. Tord had to be dragged into the leaves by Pau, just spacing slightly from the clangs stinging his ears.

Only Edd remained out, swinging the gate shut just in time for a shout to come from a bit down the path leading into the rows of headstones.

The hidden group watched as Edd whirled at the call, noticing the flashlight and the sound of running feet. Edd paused hardly for a second before leaning back on the gate, bringing up one of his exposed bone legs, his skinless fingers dancing on his greened flesh knee. Like he was lifting up a skirt he wasn’t wearing to expose his ankle.

The groundskeeper seemed to stall a moment just as the flashlight beam fell on Edd like a spotlight. He was either caught off guard by the thinness and lack of flesh of his legs, or he was just confused by Edd’s pose.

“Edd, what are you doing?” Pat whispered viciously. Edd didn’t drop his odd stance, but he spoke softly in response.

“I’m showing him my leg? Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?”

“Oh my god, not like that,” Matt gasped, a laugh choking his scolding as he struggled to keep his voice down.

“You’re supposed to scare him,” Tom hissed, “Show him your face or something! We need to get him out of here!”

Edd offered a one shoulder shrug, his hand moving from his knee to his bandanna. With a single finger, Edd pulled the cloth down almost teasingly to show off his bare flesh stained jaw and gaping holes in his cheeks, and his dark pits for eyes. His skeletal leg was still posed up, his bared toes pointed just so.

The groundskeeper was unnerved, asking what Edd was doing.

Tord almost coughed a laugh, hand slapped to his mouth. He wasn’t the only one.

“Edd, stop flirting with him and do something! We don’t have time for this!” Pat was the only one able to keep a stern tone.

Edd let out a groan, slipping from his pose as he announced, “Alright, alright. No scandalous ankle flirting, I got it- I’ll do it your way.”

With his jaw still exposed, Edd casually strolled away from the fence. The groundskeeper yelled at him to stop, backing up a step or two, but Edd suddenly bolted up to him, snatching his flashlight. Edd then ran, heading the opposite direction that Tord had pointed out before. The groundskeeper yelled for Edd to stop before rushing after him, chasing the dancing yellow beam.

“Oh no, we’re going to have to help him,” Matt pushed up from the bush, chuckling. Matt hesitated a moment to give Tord a kiss to his forehead and a cheerfully soft, “Good luck, love” before he took off after the groundskeeper, nearly hitting a few gravestones.

Tom huffed, his face betraying how much he was enjoying this, and he waved a thin hand at the remaining four. “Hurry up and get that Mark guy. We’ll meet you at the bottom of the hill if we can shake the groundskeeper. If not, see you guys back at the car. Keep the coffin smashing quiet.”

Almost with a wink, Tom raced to follow Matt.

“You’ve fallen in love with some really weird people,” Todd stated after a moment of quiet, standing from the bush with a bit of difficulty. Tord flashed a wide smile, letting Pat and Pau pull him to his feet.

“I only fall in love with the best.”

“Alright, lover boy, enough of that.” Pat lightly brushed some leaves off Tord’s front.

“We need to move fast, but would you please tell us if it gets too much for you?” Todd mentioned, not for the first time since they left the car.

Tord didn’t miss a beat, taking a few steps forward into the lead with a call over his shoulder, “Just follow me, loves. Mark’s mausoleum is in the near center of the cemetery- Try not to trip.”

Then he stumbled over an uneven piece in the sidewalk.

“That’s what we should be telling you,” Pau grumbled with concern, grabbing Tord’s arm to steady him, and Tord shakily laughed. He promised that they would stick to the walkways.

The walk to the mausoleum was more of a brisk jog with walking breaks between. Tord nearly fell a few times, and almost walked face first into a monument during a momentary dizzy spell, which he brushed off as just being tired when Pat grabbed his elbow and steered him for a few steps.

Somewhere in the distance, they heard more shouting, and Todd laughed.

After the walkways and halfway up the hill, Tord ended up hunching over with his hands on his knees, heaving and huffing that he was out of shape. His body was aching violently, making him feel exhausted and twitchy with pain. There was a very slight whine to each gasp of air Tord drew in.

Todd tried to speak his concern, but Tord was convincing. His shaky smile and slight gasp of ‘please’ had Todd sighing worriedly, but Todd agreed to go ahead to get the mausoleum open for them. Pau’s cold hands smoothed down Tord’s shoulders, wiping sweaty hair from Tord’s eyes.

Tord tried to laugh it off, but a coughing fit suddenly seized him. His hand slapped over his mouth as Tord’s caught breath rushed out in wheezing, painful sounding coughs.

Pat stabbed his shovel into the ground, joining Pau in helping Tord stay standing.

Only when tears spiked his eyes, and Tord’s lungs felt like a single large heartbeat in his chest, did the coughing ease.

With a sore voice, Tord tried to speak, pulling back his hand as he gasped for air, “I’m fine. I’m fine, loves. I’ve just got a stitch in my side, that’s all. Sorry-”

When he blinked open his teary eyes, he noticed that both Pat and Pau didn’t move, didn’t speak. Their hands were on his waist, on his arms. One of Pat’s hands was curled around Tord’s wrist, holding it in a way to show the palm. The bandages there were splattered with thick red in a small puddle. Tord felt a shiver run down his spine, not sure what to do.

“Tord,” Pau started in a voice that was softer than Tord expected, “… What’s wrong with you?”

“N- Nothing.” Tord swallowed, now distinctly aware of the copper taste in his mouth.

“This is nothing, Tord.” Pat surprised him by sounding terrified when he spoke.

Tord tried to yank back out of their hands, squeezing his bloody hand into a fist to hide the evidence, but he could feel it on his lips. He managed to break their holds, stumbling a bit.

“I’m fine,” Tord said sternly, nervously. His voice was raw, but he was able to breathe.

“No, you’re not. Something’s wrong, Tord.” Pat nearly snapped.

“No, I’m- I just bit my tongue, I swear.”

“You’re terrible at lying, Tord,” Pau’s tone made his voice feel louder than the low volume it was at.

Tord flinched, “Please, trust me when I say that it’s not that bad… Please. I absolutely promise both of you, it’s fine. I’m exhausted, I’m an idiot. I bit my tongue and didn’t want to show you because this is how I know you would react-”

“We’re not doing this anymore,” Pat interrupted, voice turning cold.

“-What?”

“We’re not reviving any more of these guys tonight, it’s too much for you. We’ll come back another day after you’ve rested up.”

“No-”

“Tord,” Pau tried, reaching for him.

“No. I’m getting everyone tonight, I have to,” Tord argued, but made no move to shove Pau off, “I’m fine! I just need you all. I can’t leave Mark, and Eduardo, and Jon here any longer. I won’t.”

“Tord, please. This is for your own good. You said it yourself, you’re exhausted. Pushing yourself to get it done in one night isn’t going to make a difference. You can get them later,” Pat said, his expression looking more guarded and uncomfortable than commanding.

“I’m fine, Pat, please-! Trust me. I’ve always been tired. I can only sleep when I get you all back, please. Please, Pau. Pat. Loves… I’ve planned to do this for so long, I always sat back while you all died, I can’t just leave them again- Not even for one night. Please,” Tord’s voice edged desperately.

Todd broke the tense moment by calling from the mausoleum, “Hey, I think I found Mark… Everything okay? Tord?”

Tord’s unstained hand reached out to touch Pat’s neck, guiding him closer so that he could speak to the both of them in a hushed voice.

“Please- I promise it’ll be alright- We’re almost finished.”

Pat and Pau stared at him a moment, looking torn and upset.

It was Pau that let out a groan, turned his head and called up to Todd, “He’s fine. He just tripped again.”

Tord let out a breathless sigh of relief that ended with a shaky, “Thank you, sweets-” and Tord kissed Pau gratefully. Pau let out a soft moan, slipping from the kiss to bury his face in Tord’s sweaty neck, hugging him. Tord looked up at Pat, eyes sad.

Pat took a moment more before he looked away. “This is the last straw, Tord. I swear to God, if you end up getting any worse, I’m going to shove you back in a grave-”

Tord yanked him into a kiss, whispering ‘thank you’ against Pat’s thin torn lips in such a happy voice that Pat just sighed. Pat pulled away quickly, taking his shovel and Tord’s hand, and starting up the rest of the hill without another word. Pau lingered at Tord’s other side, watching him with dead hands jumpy and ready to steady Tord if he faltered again. Which he didn’t.

Mark’s mausoleum was bigger than Pau’s had been, set with standing encased coffins rather than crypts. The space was large enough that it could probably fit all of them, if three of them weren’t busy running all over the graveyard.

There were four stone caskets on their propped stands, two at the far back under the stone cut window, and two at the front- three of which were empty.

Mark’s name was engraved on the one nearest to the door, the only one sealed, and smoothed so that it was hard to tell where the lid began.

Tord didn’t even complain when Pat pointed to one of the other caskets and demanded that Tord sit down. Tord slipped into a corner, pouting only for show for Todd who offered a smile when he passed. While Todd and Pat started testing the top of the smoothed stone, Pau helped Tord sit down to rest and wipe his hand clean of blood.

“Just… tell me if you, if anything- bothers you?” Pau stumbled over his low words, seeming to have a hard time speaking, but Tord smiled affectionately at the worry, touching Pau’s rot sprinkled cheeks.

“Of course.”

Pau didn’t seem convinced, but he nodded and went to help Pat and Todd with the casket.

The stone was too smoothed, so they ended up resorting to just breaking it open like Tord originally planned. Todd was the first one to bring the hammer down on the heavy stone, it jumping off bluntly with a loud noise. With a wince, Todd continued to crack down on the casket. While Todd worked near the head of the coffin, Pat tried smashing the foot of the coffin lid. The harsh connecting noises bounced off the dense walls around them, and though they worried about the sound they didn’t stop.

Once they broke off a good majority that was sanded to a smooth lip, Pau stepped up and rammed the crowbar between the parting that they exposed. With a bit of shifting, Pau managed to get it pried up, but it took all three of them to shove the heavy lid off. It met the floor with a sudden sound that made Tord flinch.

With Mark’s actual coffin now revealed, Tord was the one that instantly tried to open it. Which didn’t work. It was jammed, and Pau used the crowbar to leverage it until the lid came up with difficult shoves and a heavy dragging sound as the polished wood scrapped the stone box around it. Inside, Mark was quite a sight.

He didn’t so much have flesh as he did have exposed muscles, a dulling red color edged with black burns and deep rotten gashes along his cheeks to show the inside of his gaping jaw. The edges of burns seemed to make watercolor stains down his slightly ragged throat and chin. His hair was much shorter than Tord recalled, it having been burned and trimmed, but the thin dark blond still reached his cut eyebrows. The thin skin over his eye sockets was mainly scar tissue, slits of red rot crossed over and around them like morbid makeup. The way he was crumpled, his body flat and limp under his pressed suit, made Tord want to cry all over again.

“It was a house explosion?” Pau asked softly, and Tord sniffed.

“Yes- The three of them died in the same one. There’s a reason all of them had closed casket funerals.” Tord lightly shook his head, clearing his throat. “I should be able to fix a majority of the superficial damage later. For now, let’s get him out of here, shall we?”

Pat and Pau hesitated long enough for Todd to take matters into his own hands, standing beside Tord and handing him the jar and the bottle when asked. Tord cut open another finger, Pau hissing in surprise and Pat and Todd just wincing. His blood on Mark’s face seemed much darker than his paled exposed muscle.

Tord set up his candles and book on the casket beside Mark, having to take a slow breath before starting. He ignored the way his own body felt like it was zapped with electricity the second he set his hands above the lit candles, mainly just hoping for a little less blood now. The words felt like they cut his mouth, left his tongue raw. His eyes brightened, blinded, he saw nothing but white between blinks. He barely managed to get the last word out before he finally realized that he was tilting back.

Pat cursed loudly, stumbling to catch Tord as he fell back off the casket. Tord’s head felt full of cotton, so he didn’t say anything as he slumped into Pat’s arms. The weight of him brought them both back until Pat hit the wall a few feet away, supporting Tord’s upper body, his legs dragging on the lid and nearly knocking over his candles.

“Tord, this is exactly what I was talking about. You’re exhausting yourself,” Pat huffed, “You almost passed out-”

Tord was unable to say anything before Mark jolted upright in his coffin, thinned blonde flying up in wisps. Tord blinked the last of the lasting blindness and light from his eyes, and he struggled to get up.

“M-Mark-”

“Tord, careful,” Pau cautioned, watching Tord clumsily push back onto the coffin before he was already trying to step off.

Mark moved almost comically slow, head turning to look at Tord’s call and the noise. The cuts in his neck leaked black onto his crumpled suit collar. Expressionless dark pits, almost reflectively dark, settled on Tord, and something about his face changed. The spotted burned tissue tightened the gashed rot around his eye sockets. Confusion.

Todd grabbed one of the candles Tord knocked over, his other hand grabbing Tord’s arm to get him to slow down. “You’re like a little kid, calm down. He’s not going anywhere.”

Tord allowed them to slow him, but only slightly and only because his legs still felt unstable. Mark was moving before either of the other two let Tord go. He hesitated just long enough to look at his hands and body, but then didn’t seem to care much beside a mild wince.

It was only when Mark climbed from his casket that Tord noticed that Mark was missing a leg. One of his pant legs was empty and useless under him seemingly from the knee down. A good portion of his leg had either not been found after the explosion, or it had been cut off after his body had been recovered due to there probably not being much to save in the first place.

Todd and Pat let go of Tord, seemingly tempted to help Mark, but neither seemed to want to leave Tord’s side.

Mark had to hold onto his casket when his only foot found the ground, slumping and nearly falling. He seemed to look down at himself for a second, as if betrayed, then he looked up at Tord. Mark shoved himself off the casket, just enough that he could reach Tord. Tord caught one of his hands, the other dead red rotten hand finding hold on the monument that Tord was sitting on.

Tord tried to say something, but Mark shakily pushed himself up so that their lips met.

Tord blinked in surprise, but instantly kissed back against burned smooth skin that was traced in gashes. Mark’s hand went from the monument to clawing at Tord’s shirt for a hold. It felt like breathing, pulling Mark in closer to just sink into him. Then the moment and the relief was gone, Mark inching back too quick, and suddenly Tord jolted when a sharp slap connected with his cheek.

The sting and burn shocked Tord enough that his hold slipped on Mark, and Mark fell from the stand onto his back on the cold stone ground. The red and black rot touched hand that hit Tord was up in almost threat, Mark’s expression enraged from where he glared up from the floor.

And Mark’s first words after being dead for months were raw, “I can’t believe you. You’re an absolute moron, Tord.”

Tord was touching his aching cheek, seemingly in shock. Pau was reaching for his arm, probably trying to get a look and see if there was any real damage.

“Yes, I am,” Tord responded in a stunned sort of voice, blinking glossy eyes, “But what reason am I one now?”

Mark’s expression contorted, looking pained and angry.

“You came back. You should’ve stayed out,” Mark’s voice broke off dryly, oily black rot seeping from his eye sockets.

“W-wait, what are you talking about?”

“The house, you idiot! I thought you at least got out, but no! You came back, you died with us! You should’ve stayed out-” Mark snapped, but it almost sounded like a sob. Then Tord realized that Mark was crying.

Tord was shaking as he slipped from the casket, slowly reaching out to Mark.

“Mark, wait- Please, you’re confused-”

Mark kicked Tord hard, causing Tord to stumble more, lose his balance. Tord hit the ground on his knees and aching hands, and he let out a hiss of pain. There was a gasp to his voice.

“Confused,” Mark repeated, managing to glare despite the obvious hitch in his voice, “You’re damn right, I’m confused! Why the h-hell did you come back in?! Why couldn’t you stay outside? You didn’t have to die with us-”

“Mark, babe, I didn’t die,” Tord crawled closer to him, ignoring the bruises and the aching stabs that seemed to touch him down to his bones. Mark was shaking, black tears seeping into the burned cuts on his cheeks and chin. Tord reached out and touched Mark’s face with bandaged hands, feeling rough split skin as he tried to sooth, “Babe, I’m not dead. I didn’t get back to the house until it was already a smoldering pile of ash. I wish I had been inside too, but I wasn’t. You three were already dead when I got there.”

Mark stared at him with leaking eyes, expression twisted with pain and frustration.

“T-then why are you here-? Where-?”

“I brought you back, babe. I’m bringing you all back. After you and Eduardo and Jon died I realized I just couldn’t stand this anymore- this is the only thing I could do.”

For a moment, Mark seemed confused further. Then his eyes widened, and he slapped Tord once again, the noise echoing from the stone walls as Tord’s head spun slightly.

Todd made a very loud uncomfortable noise, like a gasp, and Pat and Pau winced.

“-Necromancy? You resorted to necromancy, lapin?” Mark’s voice was not cold, and his sliced lips were twitching at the corners. The same hand that hit Tord lightly reached up to curl along Tord’s jaw, and there was a choked bitter laugh to his next whispered words, “You absolute idiot…”

And Tord was pulled into yet another kiss, a desperate sort of kiss. Tord kept his hands down, using them so that he didn’t fall over, and letting Mark lead. It was Pat to interrupted after a long moment.

“Tord, he hasn’t drank the potion yet,” Pat reminded sharply, and Mark pulled back.

“… Right,” Tord breathed, thoughts slow, and he sat back on his legs.

Todd was the one that handed Tord the water bottle, and he stuck close even when Tord handed the bottle to Mark. Mark just stared at it a moment until Tord told him it would make his body stable. When he drank it down, the pink seemed to fill the cuts on his throat and soaked in like water in soil. There was a slight popping noise, and Mark wiped his mouth and eyes, none of the cuts straining or splitting open further like they had threatened to before.

After drinking, Mark spoke in a much smoother voice, though it was still a bit hitched like crying. He asked who was standing around Tord, something about his expression saying that he already knew.

Tord gestured to each of them, stating names with fond, tired tones. Mark nodded, not looking at them so much as scanning them, taking note of their discolored skin and stitched body parts and missing eyes. It only took a second for the impression that Mark was going to hit Tord again to settle in the air, then Todd was grabbing Tord’s arm and dragging him up to his feet, out of hitting range.

When Tord noted that they were going to be getting Eduardo next, Mark looked unsure.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine to do that? It could be risky. I mean, isn’t necromancy dangerous? I definitely feel like I read that somewhere.”

“Dangerous?” Pau repeated, throwing a very uneasy look at Tord.

“Well, yeah. I studied a bit of black magic bullshit about a year or so ago for my thesis paper. That’s how I first met Tord, in this really dark book section. Necromancy was supposed to be one of the most harmful of magics or something like that,” Mark explained, but Tord waved him off with a single hand and a single nervous laugh.

“It’s honestly not as bad as it’s rumored to be,” Tord stated, turning his imploring eyes on each of his boyfriends, “A few side effects and it’s given a bad reputation all of a sudden. Trust me, I’ve looked into every little detail about this, and it’s not that terrible. A bit exhausting, but I assure you nothing bad will come of me waking up my last two beloved deceased. Besides, it would be very unfair to wake you but not Eduardo or Jon.”

That had Mark sitting up straighter, his excitement betraying his clear worry. In a handful of minutes, Mark was getting changed, and the supplies were packed up.

Pau and Pat kept a close watch on Tord, Pau actually jumpy and inching towards him the entire time while Pat just seemed uncomfortable. Mark kept on his suit pants, refusing to struggle changing due to his lack of a good portion of his leg, but accepted the slightly snug purple turtle neck sweater that hid the savage slices on his throat.

Todd agreed to carry him, but he made Mark promise not to slap Tord again- which made Mark bark a laugh but he agreed, and, if he had eyes, he would’ve rolled them. Down the hill, Pau held onto Tord’s arm while Pat walked behind them, making sure Tord wouldn’t fall. At the bottom, they were surprised to find Matt, Tom, and Edd waiting.

When Todd asked what happened to the groundskeeper, Matt answered, “Well, Edd kind of ran into a gravestone and fell. The guy got a good look at Edd, threatened to call the cops, and Tom kind of pushed him into an open grave.”

“Tom-!” Pat started, but Tom dismissed him.

“Hey, he’s not dead. He’s just trapped in a really deep hole.”

“That was supposed to be Plan B.”

“Whatever. He’s in a hole that way if you want to help him up.”

“Are you guys serious,” Mark asked curiously, and gained three new stares.

“Oh, so that’s dead boyfriend #7. A bit gooey, but still looks pretty nice for dying in an explosion. 7/10 not that bad,” Edd stated in a friendly tone, his bandanna once again on his face. Todd glanced at him.

“Have you been ranking us this whole time?”

Edd didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yup. Don’t worry, Toddy, you’re one of the highest ranks. In fact the lowest rank is only about a 5, which is honestly better than I was expecting for a bunch of dead guys.”

“I better not be the 5,” Tom grumbled.

“Hey, we’re burn twins!” Matt announced cheerfully, ignoring the slight argument beside him, and Mark quirked a severally burned and gashed eyebrow.

“Are we seriously just going to ignore that Tom pushed a guy into a grave?” Pau interrupted, and Tord snorted a tired laugh.

“I mean, he’s not the only one pushing people into graves,” Todd responded. Pat shrugged.

“At least Tord deserved it.”

Mark looked at Tord, “You were pushed into a grave?”

Tord paused a moment to lightly nuzzle Mark’s mangled cheek, “I’ll tell you about it on the way to get Eduardo.”

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I fucking love Edd-

#submission #what is happenin' there tord you ain't doing so good >:V #polyworld #goresworld #fanfic #aubergine-jeans #all his boyfriends are dead

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