#i know we will never see tord again but they should post him saying he likes men with no comment whatsoever

[sheriffthompson]

tomatt is canon idc what they say

#the sheriff speaks #i have been enjoying the pride stuff from em this month! aroace edd is awesome #bi tom is real and while they probs want matt to be an ally he is pan to me #i know we will never see tord again but they should post him saying he likes men with no comment whatsoever #also seeing katya n kim again would be cool

[random-blfan]

Alsar 66: New Quest

8 am.

I walked down the street in the morning sun, opened the guild door for the first time in three days, and Tord-san-san was sitting at the counter with a sleepy face.

"Good morning, Tord-san. Yesterday, I heard from Mr. Malik that there is a  quest for us. Is it posted on the bulletin board?"

"Good morning! Yes, it's posted on the bulletin board ... The solo quest  has 3 subjugations of A rank class monsters. The party quest is an escort mission that requires an A rank member in the party. I think it's probably that quest. "

As he spoke he shook his head lightly to get rid of drowsiness, then greeted me vigorously as usual then told me the contents of the quest.

It's difficult for me to subdue by myself without any means of attack, so it seems impossible for me to solo. Is it possible for multiple people to take a solo quest?

"This solo quest, for example, is it impossible for me and someone else to take it?"

"No, it's possible. Just be sure to take the quest as a party, and any number of people is fine in solo quests!"

"Is that so ... Thank you."

I wonder who to take along to do the quest.

First of all, I'm terribly inexperienced, so I'd like to gradually gain experience with quests.

"Is it a party quest?"

"Yes. It's supposed to be a party that includes an A rank, but the only parties here in Pedrel that have A ranks are Ren's [Luche] and Janna's [Casablanca]. Though Janna-san had taken this client’s quest before, they didn’t get along at all ,it seems like it went terribly, so it can be said that it’s perfect for Luce. " (It's suggesting that the quest can pretty much  only be taken by them)

"Ehh ..."

Originally there are only about 50 people in A rank, but is it a dangerous quest to specifically ask for an A rank?

What kind of person is the client who didn't get along with Janna?

If we don't take this  quest, no one will, so that person will be in trouble ...

Should I consult with those three?

"I see.... Thank you very much. Then I'll consult with Chris and the others and decide whether we want to take it or not. I'll see you later.

"Okay. I'll be waiting for you!

The last time I saw him, he was kind of gloomy, but I'm glad to see that today's Tord-san is more cheerful.After all, cheerfulness suits Tord-san, doesn't it?.

With that in mind, I headed to the 5th floor, where those three should be.

But really, why the hell are we on the top floor ......?

The stairs are pretty steep for me, but I'm sure the adventurers who stay here have strong legs and feet, so I'm sure it's not hard at all.

"I think Fer-san was the closest to the stairs… Is Fer-san here?"

"Yes, it 's open."

I knocked lightly on the door of 503 and heard Fer-san’s reply from inside, so I opened the door and went in.

It seems that preparations are complete today, and while turning his back, he wraps a dark brown waist pouch-shaped storage bag, Magic Bag, around his waist.

"Good morning, Ren-kun. Did you see the bulletin board?"

"Good morning, Fer-san. No, I haven't seen it, but I got the specifics from Tord-san”

"I see.... In the meantime, I'll go get the other two and we'll talk over breakfast downstairs.

Fer-san turned around and came up to pet my head, greeting me with a fresh morning smile.

People in this world really like to pet my head, don't they?

I feel like I've been patted a lot since I came here.

I guess I'm small, so I'm easy to pet.

"Okay"

When I replied, Fer-san grabbed my hand and we left the room to go to the one next door.

"I'm going to talk to Sig, so Ren-kun ask Chris, okay? ... Sig? Are you awake?"

"Understood"

I walked down the corridor a bit, listening to Fel calling Sig through the door, and knocked lightly on the door of room 501 where Chris was sleeping and called out to him.

"Chris-san? Are you awake?

"Yes, I'm awake. ...Good morning”

“Good morning. You're all set for today aren't you?”

As soon as I called out to him, the door opened with a bang and Chris-san peeked out.

I was a little relieved to see that he wasn't naked today, but was properly dressed.

"Fufu, too bad for you I’m wearing clothes ~?" (He’s kinda suggesting Ren wanted to see him naked)

"HA!? Not in a million years! Let 's go!" (The line here is something more like: there’s no way that’s the case, or smth along those lines, sounds pretty tsundere to be honest)

"Yes, yes ~"

Perhaps Chris read my thoughts, he leaned against the door and made fun of me with a grin.

I turned my back on Chris and started walking, but I'm sure he saw my cheeks turn red. The evidence of this was the giggling that followed me from behind.

"Hey Ren. Good morning"

"Good morning, Sig-san"

"Your face is bright red, did Chris tease you again?"

"Uh ..."

Sig-san's room was next to Chris-san's, so we got there quickly.

Apparently the redness on my cheeks hadn’t disappeared , he looked at me while telling me so, and I looked down to hide it.

"Okay, Okay… We'll talk about the quest downstairs while eating breakfast, right? Let 's go, Ren-kun."

"Okay…"

Fer-san gently pats my head and puts his hand on my shoulder leading me to the first floor.

It seems like Sig-san and Chris-san are following us from behind.

It seems that Chris and Sig are also following from behind.

When I got to the first floor, I was escorted to a table in the dining area like the last time, and they pulled out a chair for me to sit on.

"Ren-kun did you eat already?"

"Oh, yes, so I'll just get a drink today."

As before, the three asked for breakfast, and I started talking about the request quest while drinking orange juice.

By this time, the redness in my cheeks had receded, so I spoke normally.

"-So it's a solo  quest, but I'd like someone to go with me ..."

“Though I saw it yesterday I thought that this solo quest is a tough one for Ren-chan to go…”

"Ah, is that so?"

Chris-san tells me when I ask the three of them.

I didn't check the bulletin board properly, but that's true ...

 "Ah, indeed. First, it takes time to get to the site, and It's a pretty steep mountain, Oscar and the others can't climb it, so it's going to be tough for Ren, who's not very strong yet, and I think the other two will be difficult for Ren as well, so leave it to us this time.. "

"That's right. There were three quests, so let's take one each."

"Then we'll go  separately, and while we're waiting, one by one we'll go on a date with Ren-chan"

If the three of them, who are senior adventurers, say so, then they must be right.

I can't help it, if I force myself to go and become a burden, so I'll just give up this time.

A date in the meantime...that might be nice too...

"Okay, then what about the party  quest?"

"It’s an escort to La Serna. It's a 10-day round trip. It's an easy job to take because the departure date and time can be anytime between July 10th and 15th."

"La Serna?"

It is the first time I have heard of such a place.

A 10 days round trip means it is farther than Calhea. (I wasn’t sure how to romanize カリェーハ but I left it the way the previous translator did…)

"Yes, the Calhea meadow and the village of Bayunov are north of Pedrel, but La Serna is the exact opposite, it’s a city in the south. The roads are well maintained and usually do not pass through dangerous places, so a B-rank or C-rank adventurers are enough as escorts.There are also stagecoaches that connect towns without hiring guards in the first place, so many people go by that”

"And yet, they’re asking for an A-rank, or rather, us, Luce?

According to Fer-san, if guards aren’t really needed then why are we being assigned to do it?

"Are you really worried?"

"Well, if there was a problem, the guild wouldn’t accept the requested quest, so it must be fine ... what should we do? Should we take it?"

Is the client someone very worried about the journey?

When accepting the  quest, the guild side also confirms the identity of the client, so there seems to be less trouble.

So I don't think I'm going to get involved in a crime, and it's a new place for me, who has rarely left Pedrel.

Maybe I want to go there ...

"I don't know if it's right for me to accept a quest like this, but I've never been to this place before, and I want to go there. Of course, I'll also do the quest properly”

"If that's the case, should we take it?"

"Let 's do it "

"Then let's finish eating and go to the reception."

So it seems that I don't have to worry about getting involved in crime or anything, and it's a new place for me as I've hardly ever left Pedrel.

I kind of want to try going…

I'm not sure if I can decide not to accept a request like this. But I'm still excited about the new quest.

As soon as we finished eating, they all went to sign up for a solo quest and I took care of the party quest”

The desired departure date is July 11.

The blueprints for the house would be finished by then, and the three of them were told that if the solo quests went well, they would be done by then, so we decided to do it that day.

I'm looking forward to dating each of the three until the 11th.

TN: Sorry about the late update,  I’m starting exams this week but I’ll try to have the next chapter as soon as possible.

Take care∼

#Alsar translation #Alsar c66

[skyfarer-pyrrhus]

Skyfarer Christmas Fanfic~

Written by Elijah Fry Beta by Westlie Faire

-=-

Set some time in Lustrum during the break (between season 1 & season 2):                        One night in Lustrum, Selmer, Marion, and Lizzie were making snowmen in the wintry snow. Selmer’s snowmen were big and muscular with Kipper snacks as decorations. Marion’s snowmen were short, but had strong arms, and were decorated with bolts and screws. Lizzie tris making snowmen, but just din’t have the spirit to do so. Selmer notices this and asks Lizzie what’s wrong. She pouts and looks at the ground, saying, “Why are we doing this? Should we just go back to the ship?”

            Selmer replies in a cheerful surprised manner, “What do you mean, Lizzie? We are making snowmen for the great old Santa Claus!”

           Lizzie looks confused and ask, “Who’s that?”

           Selmer nearly drops to the floor, but catches himself. He was at a lost at what Lizzie said. He thought everyone knew who Santa Claus was. Marion also heard what Lizzie said and looked at Selmer with a concerned look. Selmer acknowledges the look and walks towards Lizzie. “Well, Santa Claus is a jolly man, who bring gifts to all. If you have been a good little boy or girl this year he will give you a present.”

           Lizzie was still lost. “Well… why has he not given me a present, Selmer?” She turns away from Selmer and continues, “I never have been a bad girl. Nope! Never have been, I can swear on my coal pile and the whole ship. I have never.” Lizzie knees down to the ground, “So if I wasn't bad… Why hasn‘t he given me a present yet?”

           Selmer looks to Marion for help. Marion stops working on her snowmen and grabs Selmer’s shoulder. Pulling him away from Lizzie. She whispers, “Do you think that the orphanage never gave her any presents?”

           Selmer looks a bit confused at her and says, “What do you mean the orphanage will give her presents? It always has been Santa Claus that gives the presents. But…” Selmer starts to think for a bit and he comes to realization, “What if Santa Claus didn’t know where Lizzie lived? That- that means she’s never gotten a present from him! Oh no! Look, Marion we got to make sure that Santa Claus comes this year!”

           Marion face-palms, but agrees with Selmer that she should have a great Christmas so, she rushes back to the locomotive to look for Elijah and Westlie. Selmer stays behind to look after Lizzie. He walks up to her and kneels down to see what Lizzie was doing. She was doodling on the snow-making a snowman. He then looks at Lizzie and asks, “Why don't we make snowmen together. Maybe if we make the best snowmen Santa Claus will come!”

           Lizzie turns excitingly, “You really think so, Selmer?” saying it with a twinkle in her eyes, “Oi! I bet ya, Lizzie!”            Marion runs to the locomotive. She eventually gets there and knock the door down. She searches for Elijah and Westlie. She finds them in the kitchen reading newspapers and drinking hot cocoa. Marion breaks their concentration by saying, “Lizzie needs our help!”

           Westlie immediately bounces to her feet, “What happened? Did she get lost or kidnapped?”

           Elijah does not get up and continues drinking his hot cocoa. “No. Something worse has happened.” Marion replies. Westlie gets more nervous and asks, “What happened! You got to tells us Marion.” “Well she… she.” Marion says with a sad voice. “She…”

           “What? What did she do?!” Westlie replied.

           She does not believe in Santa Claus!” Marion says.

           “What?” Westlie ask in confusion.

           Marion said it again but with out stuttering, “She does not believe in Santa Claus, Westlie. Oh, that poor child. Those people who took care of her probably never gave her any presents or made any cookies. Oh the horror.” Marion turns to her side covering her sad expression.

           Westlie sits back down angrily, “Is that it?” Elijah tilts an eyebrow tords Westlie saying, “What do you mean “”Is that it.”” This is a big concern Westlie!”

           Westlie shoots a glare at Elijah, “What are you talking about? My family did not celebrate Christmas and look how well I turned out.” Elijah smugly tilts his head downwards towards Westlie. She quickly says, “Don’t answer that question. But, really I don’t see the problem here. I think that believing in something that is not real is a waste. It’s better that she does not believe!”

           Elijah gets up from his chair to put away his empty cup. “How can kindness be a waste? Christmas is about giving to each other. Just because you didn’t have the opportunity, does’t mean Lizzie should either.”

           Westlie sits there for a bit thinking. “I guess.” She says annoyed.

           “Great! Then we are all the same page. But some bad news; isn't Christmas today?” Elijah says looking at Marion.

           “Is it?” Marion goes to her calendar that is posted in the engine room. And there she saw that it was indeed Christmas Eve. She then rushed towards Elijah and Westlie. “O no! What are we going to do!?”

           Elijah ponders for a bit and says, “Well we need a Santa Claus suit and need some decorations for the ship. Hmm, I got it! Marion you stay here and put up decorations while Westlie and I find the suit.”

           Westlie rolls her eyes. “Why do I have to help?”

           Elijah frowns and says, “Captain, you are the leader of this locomotive and one of your crewmates needs help. Are you just going to sit there and do nothing?”

           Westlie starts to shake her head yes, implying that she was not going to help, but in the corner of her eyes she sees Marion about to cry. She sighs, “Fine… I’ll help.” she says while getting up.

           Marion’s face changes from sadness to joy. She rushes towards Westlie and gives her a grand hug. “Thank you, thank you, oh thank you, Captain! We will make the best Christmas for Lizzie!”

           Elijah chuckles to himself when Westlie is released from Marion’s hug. “Alright then, we will leave you to decorate the locomotive!” Elijah says while grabbing his coat.

           Marion asks, “We really do not have any Christmas decorations laying around, what should I do?”

           Westlie just hands her a bag of sovereign and says, “Go wild. We should be back soon.” Elijah and Westlie both head out to look for a Santa Claus suit.            They look high and low in Lustrum, but none of the shops have a Santa Claus suit. Westlie is getting more annoyed than usual. “Really this is just a waste of time Elijah. You still need to learn how to drive the ship. Not waste our time with this.”

           Elijah stops where he was and turned to look at Westlie, “Listen Westlie, Christmas is a special thing not just for family, but for friends and colleagues. It’s a time of year to be together. You’re are not alone any-more; You’re with us. Trust me I know. Plus, Captain Fitzroy would always celebrate it.” Elijah takes a breath and continues, “And this will the first Christmas without him since I join the locomotive.”

           Westlie could tell that not celebrating Christmas would hurt the crew more. She now knew that this was not just for Lizzie, but for the crew. She puts a hand on Elijah’s shoulder and says, “I didn't know that.” She moves in front of Elijah and continues, “So let make this the greatest Christmas of all!” Elijah smiles and nods his head. They continued the search for the Santa Claus suit.

           Westlie suggests that they go and ask Lavinia if she has any. Elijah agrees and they head to the bar that Lavinia was in. While walking, they notice Sebatsian walking around with a red wagon filled with boxes. He seemed to be looking at a list. Elijah and Westlie decide that they didn’t want to bother him and continue to walk towards the bar. They head in and notice that Lavinia was just hanging around. Westlie approaches her. Lavinia raises an eyebrow and ask, “What are all ya doing here. I thought you guys were taking a break.”

           Westlie replies, “We are… but we are wondering if… you had a…” Westlie was a bit embarrassed so, Elijah broke in and asks, “Do you have a Santa Claus suit?”

           Lavinia just starts laughing out loud for a few minutes. Before calming herself down to answer the question. “For what? You guys are funny, but I must ask. Why do you guys need a Santa costume?”

           Westlie angrily looks at Elijah and he just shrugs. She turns back to Lavinia and says, “We are celebrating Christmas and Lizzie never had a real Christmas before. So… Do you have one or not?”

           “I have everything, Lavinia answers back, “And if I don't have it, I will eventually get it. Sooo you are looking for a Santa costume… Hmm, I’ll be right back.” She leaves the bar, but quickly comes back with a red hat and red robes. It was the full set of a Santa costume. “Is this what you’re looking for?”

           Elijah perks up and says, “That’s it! That’s the one.” Lavinia sets it on one of the tables.

           Westlie look at it and then looks at Lavinia asking, “How much will it cost?”

           Lavinia thinks for a bit and says, “Eh its Christmas Eve, you guys can just have it. It appears that we have a lot of these.” “Great!” Westlie replies while grabbing the costume and rushing out. Elijah follows, but walks. Just before he headed outside, he turns and says, “Thank you.” and then walks out. Lavinia smiles then goes back to the bar for a drink. Elijah catches up to Westlie. He asks, “Why did you just take it and ran without saying thank you?” Westlie looks at him and says, “Look! She might have changed her mind, so I had to act fast.” Elijah giggles to himself. Westlie takes a breath and ask Elijah, “So who is going to wear the costume? Selmer might be a good option.”

           Elijah shakes his head and says, “No, Selmer also believes in Santa. So, I think it should be you.” “Absolutely not!” Westlie replies firmly.

           “Aww come on now, this will be perfect for you. The one who never celebrated Christmas, will become Christmas. So poetic, if I do say so myself.”

           “Still no!” Westlie says.

           Elijah sighed and stopped walking, “Come on! Do it for Lizzie. This will be her first Christmas ever and Selmer and Marion have to be there.”

           “Why can’t you wear the costume?”  Westlie asks.

           Elijah just points to his eye-patch.

           Westlie turns away from Elijah to think. “What about Sebastian?”

           Elijah shrugs and says, “It might work, but who know what he is doing now. He might not be back for the celebration.”

           Westlie scowls, but then looks at the costume she holding. She thinks for a bit. Her thoughts bring her to Captain Fitzroy, and she asks herself what would he do. Then she does a long sigh. “Fine.” She said angrily.

           “Great, let’s head back to the ship before Lizzie does. Also we will use the pillows on the ship to fatten you up.” Elijah starts running towards the locomotive. Westlie follows.            They get to the locomotive and notice that it is covered in decorations. Westlie has a mini heart attack thinking how much Marion spent, but ignores it. She knew that Christmas was going to happen soon, and they didn’t know when Lizzie was going to get back. They ran in the locomotive seeing more decorations in-side. Marion was there making the final touches. She even found a small tree that she put near the kitchen, and everywhere that one looked was a Christmas decoration. She notices that costume that Westlie was holding and smiles with joy. “Oh you guys got the suit. Hurry up, they are not back yet.”

           Westlie nods and heads to the Captains room while Elijah heads to the bunkers and grabbed all the pillows that he could find. He then thew them into the Captain room without entering. Westlie quickly puts on the costume. It felt weird a first, but surprisingly it fit perfectly. She puts on the fake beard and then stuffed the pillows into the suit. Elijah was at the hallway, making sure that Lizzie or Selmer do not walk in. Westlie came out and asked, “So how do I look?” in a deep manly voice. Marion puts her hand on her face in shock. While Elijah turns to see. It was perfect. Too perfect, Elijah thought. They both give a thumbs up.

           Westlie smiles and ask, “So what do we do know?” Saying it in her normal voice. Elijah perks up saying, “We wait. Let them enjoy the decorations. You will know when it is time to come out.” saying it with a smile. Westlie agrees and hides in the Captain's Quarters.            Selmer and Lizzie took all day building snowmen. They tried making one great big snowman at first, but Selmer had an idea. He thought, that if they made a bunch of snowmen, then Santa Claus could not ignore their appreciation of him and that he would have to come. So right out-side the city, were a bunch of snowmen. All in different sizes and with different costumes. Selmer noticed it was getting late. He went towards Lizzie who was making a small snowman. “Well Lizzie it time to go.”

           “Oh, but let me just make one more. Then we can head off, yeah?” Lizzie saying that while giving the puppy eyes towards Selmer.

           Selmer scratches the back of his head and then sighs. “All right. One more.”

           Lizzie jumps in glee and continues working on her small snowmen. Selmer looks at it and asks, “Why are you making one so small Lizzie?”

           Lizzie just works and says, “Well with all of these snowmen around, I want him to notice the one that does not stand out. He will see your snowmen.” She points to a ten feet tall snowmen Selmer made. She continues talking, “But I want him to notice mine. No matter how small it is.”

           Selmer smiles and says, “Oh I bet that’s the first one he’s going to see when coming to Lustrum!”

           Lizzie smiles and says, “I hope he does.”

           Selmer waits until Lizzie finishes. She makes a small snowman with a little red hat on it. It has no arms or legs, just a ball with a face, smiling up at the sky. She then goes to where Selmer is and hold his hand. Selmer and Lizzie start to head back to the locomotive. They eventually get back, and notice all the pretty decorations outside the locomotive. Selmer and Lizzie look at each other with excitement and both start to run towards the locomotive. They enter and see the Christmas tree near the kitchen, fully decorated. They notice that Marion and Elijah were waiting for them. Elijah was sipping on another hot cocoa. While Marion was patiently waiting for them.

           “Oi, Marion, did you do all this?” Selmer asks.

           Marion shakes her head in agreement, “But there is still one more thing that need to be done.” Marion said. She then pulls from her pocket a small, yet, bright star ornament. Selmer eyes widen, but Marion looks at him and gives him the look that pretty much says, “This is for Lizzie to put on the Christmas tree. Not you!”

           Selmer acknowledges her look and turns to Lizzie, “Come on Lizzie you get to put the most important part of the Christmas tree.”

           Lizzie looks in amazement at the star. Marion hands her the star slowly. Lizzie quickly grabs it with both hands, so it won’t drop. Selmer says, “Hold onto it pretty tight.” As he lifts Lizzie onto his shoulders he heads towards the tree.

           Lizzie looks a Marion and ask, “Where am I supposed to put it?” Marion smiles and says, “Right on top of the tree,” Lizzie nods and slowly places it on top of the Christmas tree. Everyone started to clap. Selmer put her down onto the floor. As he did, foot steps could be heard from the hallway. Lizzie and Selmer quickly looked at who it was... And it turned out to be Santa.

           Selmer yells out, “O my god! It’s Santa!” And he shakes with joy. Lizzie hides under Selmers legs, not knowing how to react.

           “Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!” And the hour strikes midnight.

           “They told me I was crazy, but here you are. The real deal!” Selmer says with excitement. Westlie (Santa) walks towards the kitchen table all holly and jolly. She sits down and ask, “So what do you want for Christmas?”

           Selmer rushes towards Westlie and sits on her lap. Westlie bites her tongue so she wouldn’t show discomfort. She thought that Lizzie would be the one who would be sitting on her lap, not Selmer. “So! I would like more Kipper snacks. Oh, and more ammo for my fire-arms. Please pretty, please!” He says with joy.

           Westlie looks towards Elijah for help, but he is just laughing. Then she looks towards Marion, who notices. “Hey Selmer.” Selmer looks at Marion, and he notices the evil fire in her eyes, while smiling. He gets the hint and leaps off of Santa. Westlie takes a deep breath of relief. Then she scans the room for Lizzie. She was hiding under the table near one of it’s legs. One of her eyes were peering out and looking at Santa.

           Westlie does a grand smile and leans in towards her. “And what do you want for Christmas?”

           Lizzie looks a Marion for guidance. Marion does a soft smile and says, “Go on. Tell Santa what you want.” Lizzie looks back at him and slowly walks towards him. She leaps onto his lap and says, “So I guess you really did see my mini snowmen.”

           Westlie was a bit confused, but she did not let it show, “Aw, yes.! I did see it while coming to Lustrum. So… What do you want for Christmas, Lizzie?”

           Lizzie took her time to think. She thought about money, food, or hot cocoa. But then she stared at everyone who was looking at her. They were all smiling. She looks at Santa and says, “All I want is to be together with my family!” Marion sheds a tear of joy. While Selmer does an audible “Awwwww.” Elijah just smiles and tilts his head slightly.

           Westlie smiles under the costume and says, “I can make that happen.”

           Lizzie then turns back and says, “I also want color crayons for my drawings!”

           At that moment Westlie realized that they did not buy any gifts. She looks at the crew, who were also in shock excepting Selmer. Before anyone else talked, there was a knock at the locomotive. Selmer quickly shuffles towards the door. He opens it and saw Sebastian with tons of gifts in a wagon. “Sorry I’m late, but Santa took his time with the gifts.”

           “What do you mean, Sebastian? Santa is right here!” Selmer says.

           Sebastian peers in the locomotive and notices the situation. He then turns to Selmer and ask, “Can you help me with the gifts?”

           Westlie sighs in relief, knowing that Sebastian just saved her life. “Welp I have to go now. There are other children that need gifts.”

           She walks towards the door and walks out and leaves.

           Elijah stands up and says, “I just remembered that I have to get Westlie from the bar. I’ll be right back.” He quickly grabs a case and walks outside. Lizzie and Selmer don’t bat an eye, because they start opening their presents. Elijah follows Westlie, heading to a bar where he can gives her clothes to change into. While walking back to the locomotive, Elijah looks at the sky and laughs, “You should have seen yourself, when Selmer was sitting on you.”

           Westlie punches his right shoulder hard, “I am never doing that again.” Elijah brushes his right shoulder and says, “You won’t have to. I think she believes now.” he says with a smile. They reach the locomotive and enjoy a grand old Christmas all together!

#:) #pyrrhus fanfic #elijah #westlie #marion #selmer #lizzie #christmas #god this is so cute it gives me diabetus

[misty-doodles]

I'll never say: Chapter 2

Ship: Tord x tom x matt x edd, Paul x Patryck.

Warning: Triggering content, mild gore

Edd woke with a dazed feeling. His throat burned and his whole body felt heavy. Opening his eyes, he found himself tied to a chair. He was sitting at a table, tom, and matt on either side. 'What's going on? How did I get here?'  Edd thought to himself, looking around the room for a possible exit. The walls and floor were a dark grey color and there was one single iron door.

"What the hell…?" Tom groaned. Edd turned back to the table. Tom looked confused and slightly irritated.

"Tom!" Edd gasped "You're awake!"

"Yeah edd, where are we?" Tom murmured.

"I… I don't know" edd said.

"My face…" matt said suddenly, startling both edd and tom.

"Matt! You scared us" edd said.

"Why is that the first thing you said?" Tom asked in an exasperated tone.

"I don't know! Is my face okay though?" 

"Yeah, its fine" edd shook his head. Suddenly the door opened and a young woman walked in. She had short black hair pulled into a high ponytail, a black hoodie, dark grey high-waisted jeans, and black combat boots. She sat down in the chair across from edd.

"So, you're finally awake. Took ya long enough" she chuckled.

"Who the hell are you?! Why are we here?" Tom spat. 

"Where are we?" Edd added.

"My my, you sure ask a lot of questions. At least one thing about tord is he's rather silent." she smirked, seeming to enjoy provoking the men.

"You- DID YOU HURT HIM?" edd shouted, scaring matt and tom as they'd never seen him so angry. Just being near her made his blood boil.

"So you do care for him. Hmm, I guess it's only fair I answer your questions before I ask my own. My name is tay, and you are currently in the black army's questioning room. I'll get to why you're here in a moment."

"What makes you think we'll answer your questions??" Tom growled.

"Because I know you care for tord," they stiffened, waiting to see what she'd say. "And I know you'd be oh so upset if tord were to, how do I put this, be so injured it'd destroy any life he ever had." She had a dark look on her face.

"We'll answer your dumb questions!" Tom said lowly, eyes flashing purple. Tay didn't miss this but didn't comment. 

"Just please don't hurt tord!" Matt pleaded. 

"Let me ask you this, what is Tord to you all? Answer truthfully." She said in a serious tone.

"He's our…" Edd hesitated. Did he really want to be the reason tord suffered more pain? "He's our boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? All of you?" Tay snorted. Edd felt rage rush through him and an insult was on the tip of his tongue.

"Shut up! Our relationship is perfectly fine!" This time it was Matt who yelled, again startling his lovers. Even tay seemed surprised for a moment, but a sadistic grin suddenly appeared.

"I wouldn't have taken you as an intimidating person, but you seemed to do just fine. I wonder what I could do with you…" she murmured. It seemed like she was talking to herself but due to the nature of the room, everyone heard.

"If you so much as lay a finger on him I swear I'll-" Tom was interrupted by tay.

"QUIET! I wouldn't go around threatening people who have far more control. I have to deal with your 'dearly beloved' later and if you want him back in one piece then its best not to put me in a bad mood." Tom looked like he wanted to object but instead held back. "Good" 

"What do you want from us? From tord?" Edd asked. It took a lot in him not to raise his voice.

"Simple, I want to know the location of the Red Army's bases. With this knowledge, we can purge them and rid the world of their pathetic existence. Tord knows this and we are going to get it. I simply captured you because I know tord care about you. You being here will hopefully be enough. Tord should know by now we aren't holding back."

"You're a monster!" Edd growled.

"So is Tord." Tay stood, smiling evilly. "Now if you excuse me I'll be off. I have someone else I must see. Ta ta!" With that, she was gone. That pink familiar gas filled the air and soon the three of them passed out.

 

 

Tord woke, blinking to clear away the post-sleep blur. He was lying on the cold stone floor. "Good morning princesses." Said a young woman who went by the name of tay. Tord's head shot up and he stared for a moment in fear

"What…?" Tord murmured tiredly.

"I see your friend gave you his hoodie. Must be cozy, it's a shame it won't last long" Tay smirked. Adrenaline rushed through his body as he remembered the blue hoodie that hung off his thin frame.

"He's not my friend!" Tord said. It was a lie, tom was more than just a friend to tord. But tay could never know that.

"So red leader, what do those men mean to you?" Tay asked.

"Nothing. They mean nothing to me." Tord lied. It was for their own good. He shakily sat up, ignoring the pain.

"Oh? Is that so? We asked them and apparently, they're quite close to you" She smirked evilly. When had they talked to them? What did she mean by close? If she knew that meant….

"I… I lied to them, I never cared." Tord said in a dead tone. He may be a good liar, but three against one was hard to match.

"I think that's a lie…" tay said, leaning in closer to the scarred male. Tords eyes widen in surprise and he prayed his face didn't reveal how terrified he was.

"You-"

"I see that look in your eyes, you can lie all you want but your eyes will always tell me the truth." Tay said, giggling maniacally.

"Shut up!" He snapped.

"Tsk, tsk" she clicked her tongue. "When will you learn Larsøn? I'm in control here. I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson" A wide smile appeared on her face. She took a step back and disappeared into the darkness, only to return with a shiny metal bat. 

"What are... What are you doing? " tord asked, breath picking up. Tay twirled the bat like one would a baton, a smile ever present on her face. She tossed it up in the air before catching it and holding high above her shoulder.

"Don't worry Larsøn, it'll all be over soon" With that, she brought the bat down on his leg, a sickening crack sounding. Tord screamed out in agony. Tay did it again, and again, blood splattering everywhere. She moved on to his right arm, hitting it again and again until it was almost impossible to tell it had been an arm. 

"Stop! Stop please!" Tord wailed, shaking his head back and forth. Of course she didn't listen, hitting his gut. It wasn't as hard but it was still painful. Toms blue hoodie was splotched with deep reds and purples.

"Black and blue suits you. I feel bad for, tom was it? His hoodie won't last this playtime" She said, dropping the bat with a loud clunk. Tord whimpered softly, tears staining his pale and bloodied skin. He just wanted to go home, curl up in his parent's arms and let them protect him from the world's dangers like the childhood he knew so well. Paul and Patryck were probably worried sick, and despite what he was told Tord knew they were looking far and wide for their son. He was tired, so tired. Tord's eyelids grew heavy.

"Don't fall asleep yet, we still have the main event!" Tay cackled, stabbing tord with a syringe filled with a blue liquid. With a gasp, Tords eyes flew open as a rush of energy pumped through his veins. The only thing that stopped him from moving away from the crazed girl in front of him was the pain the bloomed everywhere on his body. There was a loud thump of heavy boots against the stone floor before a man entered the room. He had brown hair brushed to the side and unique black eyes. He wore an outfit similar to tay's, black baggy shirt, black jeans, and black combat boots.

"T-Tim?" Tord croaked. Tim was Tom's older brother, and tord could never imagine him working here. Tim gave him a sad smile.

"I'm sorry. I really wish things were different…" was all he said, scooping tord up in his arms and walking alongside Tay. So Tim was captured too? How many people's lives were they willing to ruin just to break him? So many people were being put through hell, and it was all his fault. Tord was snapped from his thoughts as he was thrown onto his bed, jostling his arm. He let out a scream of pain and looked up quickly to his torture. Tay had a sadistic grin on her face, In her hand a simple hammer.

Tim grabbed him and shoved him up against the wall, holding him there and stretching out his left arm. Tay grabbed a thick nail a few inches in length and placed the tip to Tords forearm. His eyes widen as realization dawned on him "No, no no no no no nono–" tord's pleas were interrupted by his own violent screams. Tay hammered the nail deep into his flesh, her laughter filling the air along with Tords screams of pain.

Once she was satisfied tords arm was nailed onto the wall, leaving him in pain as he was forced to hold it up so the nail wouldn't rip through his flesh. Tay wasn't done though. No, she was far from it. She grabbed another nail and did it again, this one a few inches away from the first. She did it again and again until there were at least 12 nails holding up his left arm. She did the same thing to his right arm, commenting on his screaming offhandedly. Finally, she was done and got off the bed to take a look at her work. 

"Let's go, we have things to do" she giggled almost psychotically. She tossed the hammer over her shoulder, it bouncing and falling behind the bed. She left the room and it was only then tord realized he was alone. Where were they? What did they do to his boyfriends? Were they hurt? This only made Tord sob harder. He couldn't handle the thought of being the reason the loves of his life died. 

The door to his room opened the three men he didn't recognize entered, carrying the three aforementioned men he'd just been worrying over. They were all placed in their beds and the men left as quickly as they came, sliding a medical box between the wall and Edd's bed. They still looked to be peacefully sleeping but Tord didn't care. If someone didn't get him down this instant he was sure he'd die of pain and blood loss. 

"Help! Help Please please I can't -" Tord gasped, finding it hard to get the words out. His throat felt tight and he could hardly breathe, let alone talk. "I can't take it. Please, it hurts, F-fuck! Im sorry, I'm so sorry please help me. Edd, Tom, Matt!" He screamed out in desperate hope. Thankfully fate seemed to pity him at this moment, as he shouts awoke all three men, and they immediately looked to him 

"Tord! What the hell?" Edd screamed as he jumped up and raced over, tom and matt right by his side. He looked absolutely horrified and at a loss on what to do. His beautiful green eyes were wet with tears

"Tordy!" Matt cried, tears welling up in his crystal blue eyes. He looked around to try and find a solution. The hammer! They didn't know…

"Hammer, its.. its under the bed. Get it, please hurry up!" Tord said, pain and sobs making it difficult to speak. Edd nodded and quickly retrieved the object in question, cringing at the dried blood that caked its surface.

"Don't worry tord! We'll get you… We'll get you down I promise" edd stammered weakly. He looked on the verge of a breakdown but forced himself to remain strong for Tord's sake. He really didn't deserve them in his life. Edd stood on the bed, moving to Tord's left and taking Matt's overcoat to use as leverage. Tord bit his tongue and focused on matt, who was on his knees in front of him and gently holding on to him. It was comforting, and tord took in Matt's scent of strawberries.

"Did that girl do this to you?" Tom asked. Tord nodded, unable to make himself talk. All that left his mouth were wails of agony. He didn't know what hurt more; having nails hammered into his arms or having them pulled out.

"Shh, it's gonna be alright," Matt said softly, running his hand through messy brown hair. He tried to focus on the feeling, his nails scratching his scalp. Even so, he couldn't ignore edd prying out another nail, it fell to the bed and joining the pile of the others. Matt murmured soft words of reassurance and comfort but it did nothing for the bleeding communist.

He hummed an unfamiliar tone, and while Tord may not have known what the ginger was humming he did know he liked it and would have to ask him about it on a later date. He desperately wanted to cling onto him, to hold onto to him like a frightened child would do to their parents. But his arms were unusable and even the thought of moving them had him trembling. With a groan, edd pulled the last nail from his arm, it falling limply to his side. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly. It hurt. Everything hurt so much he didn't know if he'd survive. People died of shock all the time.

"Shit! He's losing blood, fast!" Edd said. Tord cracked open his only working eyes to see edd panicking. He lifted his head and mustered up what little strength he had left.

"Box... First- first-aid box by…" tord hung his head, sobbing pitifully. He couldn't get the words out, pain numbing every working part of his brain. He could hardly hold himself up anymore but wasn't ready to rip his arm off.

"By? By where? Tord I need you to tell us" edd practically begged. He looked desperate, and he was crying as if he was experiencing tord's pain.

"Edds bed… be- between the wall… Please just get me down…" tords speech slurred. He was losing his will to fight and his eyes drooped dangerously. Edd nodded and rushed over to find it.

"Tord, babe, I need you to stay with us okay? You need to stay awake." Tom had a worried look on his face as he spoke, using a soft voice usually reserved for late-night talks. 'Talk to us, okay? I know it's hard but talk to us" Edd returned with a white box and pulled out a roll of gauze and alcohol. He poured the alcohol over Tord's arm while matt comforted him. He kept him up so the nails wouldn't rip his arm.

"It hurts... It hurts… It feels like it's tearing through my arm. It feels like my arms the only thing holding me up. I can't take it anymore. I… I" Tord sobbed louder, unable to utter another word. He just wanted to die, crawl into a ditch and never leave. Tord wasn't ready to face the world anymore, he was only 24. Barely even an adult. Edd began to apply the bandages.

"Don't think about that honey, try to focus on something else…" Matt soothed. Tord tried to calm his breathing but it was difficult since edd had started on his other arm.

"Remember that time we went on our anniversary date and bought edd a cola with his name on it?" Tom said. It seemed he was trying to stir some good memories.

"Yeah- yeah I remember that. He was so happy I thought he was gonna explode" tord giggled softly, which was followed by a scream as edd pulled out another nail. His voice was horse at this point. 

"I was so happy that day" edd murmured softly. All his focus was going into tord and he seemed a bit hesitant to speak.

"Yeah, tord was blushing like crazy.." Tom said in what appeared to be a teasing manner. Tord had to appreciate him for it.

"Edd's really cute when he's excited" tord bit his lip, more tears streaming down his face and copper filling his mouth from how hard he'd been biting. "Like a... Like a puppy.." His Silver eyes drifted to his arm, watching in horror as edd pried at another nail. The sight of blood and his own bruised and mangled flesh making him feel sick. Tord breathing began to quicken and he wasn't entirely sure why the sight had affected him so badly. All he knew was that he was hyperventilating and his sobs became loud and gut-wrenching.

"Hey, hey look at me." Matt said quickly. "Focus on me and tom okay? Don't look at what Edd's doing."

"Yeah, look at us, it'll all be over soon," Tom said. That was the wrong thing to say as tord shrieked, shaking his head wildly and banging it against the wall several times until matt stopped him, placing his hand behind his head to prevent any damage. Edd and Matt were both shocked and tom was just trying to figure out what he'd done wrong.

"Tom! What did you do?!" Edd cried out.

"I don't know what happened!" Tom said. He had tears in his eyes and a look of guilt was written on his face.

"I'm almost done, just two more" edd groaned. He worked as fast as possible, pulling out the bloody nails a little more roughly than he should have. It didn't matter though because it was his last one.  "Done!" 

Tord collapsed limply into Matt's arms, body trembling as he gasped and cried helplessly. After he removed the now damaged hoodie, Edd quickly rinsed out his wounds and bandaged them. He sat down next to matt. "Shh, shh it's okay now. You're safe now, we're here." Matt mumbled softly. Tord wailed in response, clearly in his own worlds of pain. It was hard to tell what tord was going through but all they knew was it wasn't good. Tom leaned against Matt's shoulder, grabbing Tord's left hand gently and cradling it within his own.

After 10 minutes of calming words and a warm embrace tord finally calmed down. His breathing returned to a normal pace and he snuggled closer to his ridiculously tall boyfriend. His eyes fell upon the now stained and ripped hoodie. "Sorry bout your hoodie tom" tord whimpered tiredly.

"It's fine tord, it's not your fault anyway." Tom said. Edd smiled, removing his own hoodie and offering it to tord. He looked startled at the fabric.

"But I might mess it up.." Tord said. Edd only smiled.

"I don't care, just take it. I don't want you to be cold" edd said sternly. Tord sighed in defeat and allowed edd to put the hoodie over him. It was big on his thin body, but it still provided him with that warmth and safety he couldn't have. The sweet smell of cola enveloped him and he went back to cuddling matt

"There, see? All better…" Matt smiled.

"All better" tord repeated. His eyes drooped but he fought to keep them open. Fear of worrying his boyfriend overriding his need for sleep.

"It's okay now, go to sleep. We'll be here…" tom said gently, brushing a strand of caramel hair out of tord's face. Tord was really in no place to object, so he simply subcame to the calling of sleep.

_______

3 months ago

"GODDAMNIT!" Patryck screamed, slumping over and tugging roughly on his hair. He failed! He not only failed at his job as Red Leader's right-hand man but as his parent. In just a few moments everything was ripped from him. "H-he's gone… Tord's gone and we may never see him again!" Patryck's voice cracked with emotion. 

"Don't talk like that!" Paul pulled him closer and Patryck could see those Silver eyes wet with tears. "We're going to get our son back. Fuck, our son is going to be fine!"

"He's been kidnapped by the black army, the strongest army to ever exist! Tord is bleeding out and so broken he didn't even put up a fight!" Patryck sobbed loudly, staring aimlessly at the burning pile of rubble. As much as he wanted to believe tord would get out of this the rational part of his brain told him the chances were very low. 

"Patryck!" Golden eyes met grey. Paul looked extremely hurt and Patryck felt bad for making him this upset. "Tord is the strongest person I know, and I KNOW he won't just kick the bucket. S-so we're going back to the base, fixing ourselves, and finding our child" determination burned behind those pretty Silver eyes. Patryck nodded slowly, picking himself off the ground. He had a hand pressed firmly over the bleeding gun wound in his stomach. 

Paul helped him to the car and messily wrapped his abdomen in gauze before jumping in the driver's seat and speeding off. Patryck forced back any tears and put on a stone-cold face. He couldn't afford to show any weakness. "It's going to be okay"

"I know that. I'm going to make sure we find him" Patryck said. He kept his eyes straight forward. Paul spared a worried glance his way. Finally, they arrived at the London base and made their way to the infirmary. The nurse didn't ask any questions, just grabbed a few medical supplies and ushered them over to two available cots. She was quick in bandaging up their wounds.  Once fixed, the two men hurried out.

"Patryck…" Paul mumbled in a slightly worried tone.

"Gather our strongest men, we will start our search tomorrow morning. We shall meet in sector A meeting room in 20 minutes.." Patryck said. His face was blank and his voice was emotionless.

"Of course." Paul sighed. They walked their separate ways.

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[tordcallout]

callout for @nyadmin

this callout is best read on desktop.

this callout contains: racefaking, blackfacing/brownfacing, pedophilia, incest, grooming, systemfaking, antisemitism, nazism, cult jokes, and more.

his current url is nyadmin. his twitter is adminpowers. his discord is ROMY O NO#6477. click here for a list of past names. click here for a list of his past urls. his other blogs are: amblyopic, racefakery, todayphobe, exadmin, askmychampion, and supercrushhighschool.

tords past callouts: one, two, three.

the rest of the callout is under the cut.

racefaking:

tord claims his mom is white and native and that his father is half black and half white. people who have known tord irl in the past say that his dad is not half black and those who’ve known him online say tord has never mentioned it before or joined in when they discussed issues related to being black. he also refuses to ask his dad for any photos of his grandmother who he says is black.

in the past tord has tried to claim that he doesn’t benefit from white passing privilege despite being extremely pale.

photos of his parents found on facebook show that neither his mom or dad have anything resembling ethnic features. his mom’s hair is dyed blond but regardless they both have basic white features:

below is proof that the woman shown is tords mom:

tords own blood related brother, felix, claims he doesn’t know where tord is getting their black heritage from:

below is a screenshot of an anon on mikas blog asking if tord has ever said the n word in front of him:

on 8/23/18, tord made this post. in the post he says this:

if it isn’t clear, he basically just said that he is white.

there’s also this screenshot from an older blog of his:

and if that wasn’t enough proof that tord’s racefaking he has also done both blackface and brownface. however, before we get to that here’s some more:

tord wondering if he could participate in the black men smiling tag and blackout.

now for the moment you’ve all been waiting for. tords blackface and brownface.

the first image is the brownface, the second is blackface.

on the left tord has obviously edited his skin to appear darker. in his blackface cosplay he claimed he wasn’t actually painted black and that the snapchat filters were making him darker. this is clearly a lie considering nearly all snapchat filters lighten your skin and this filter is no exception:

here is the filter applied to a white person, and as you can see, her skin is smoothed out but it is no where near dark the way tord appears in his selfie.

adding onto this, if you look closely at tords selfie you can tell the outside of his lips have a very pale ring around it. this is obviously because he didnt do very well coloring in his skin. you can also tell there is a grainy texture on tords skin but not anywhere else in this image, more evidence the image was edited.

more info on the blackface cosplay selfie can be read here and here.

you must either be on desktop or reading this post through a chrome browser to view this part, apologies. in these posts tord has a conversation with someone named frost about his callouts and being mixed. please keep in mind that the conversation in that link took place on may 7th of 2018. meaning, that in the past tord agreed to stop claiming to be mixed black and native but then threw that all out the window and began to reclaim it again.

grooming, incest, and pedophilia:

i was very hesitant to include this however, many people have said they feel the same way about this so it felt important enough to have its own part. multiple people believe that the relationship between tord and his brother felix is extremely inappropriate. the way he interacts with his brother is really something he needs to re-evaluate.

this isn’t meant to be about kin drama or anything of the sort, i’m only stating this because of the way tord and felix take kin so seriously. he and felix often match kins which isn’t an issue in itself, however, the only kins they typically match are those of which have a canon romantic relationship; and if not canon tord will still tag felix in ship art of their kins, as seen here. 

when you visit the op of that post, you will see that it is tagged as both “shipsworld” and “tordedd”. the art is very obviously ship art anyways.

tord is obviously one of his main ids, so to tag your own sibling in ship art of your main id with one of theirs seems incredibly off. not to mention the very large age gap between tord and felix in the first place.

this isn’t a recent thing of theirs either, they’ve been doing this for years now. couples they’ve kinmatched have been: greg and rose from steven universe, eliza and alexander from hamilton, and penny and billy from dr. horribles sing a-long blog. along with tord and edd from eddsworld and romeo/admin and jesse from minecraft story mode who are not canonly dating. there are most likely even more than those listed above.

there aren’t screenshots of them both being kin with these characters, but the hamilton one isn’t hard to believe considering tords main id used to be alexander hamilton from the hamilton musical.

to add onto this, felix apparently had a set of ocs and a persona oc at one point. his oc skit, was to represent himself, and his oc aiko, was implied to be skits romantic interest.

here is a photo of skit, as you can see skit represents felix. you can also clearly see that aiko is labeled as skits “enemy and crush”, confirming that these two characters are supposed to have a sort of romantic relationship.

now here is a photo of aiko. as you can see from the relationship box, it is 100% that skit and aiko are supposed to be in a romantic relationship or something similar to that.

now the reason this i’m telling you all of this is because of on tords old deviantart, he has a folder of art of his kins. in that folder you could find images of skit and aiko along with one of aiko on her own, implying that tord kins her.

to make things even weirder, the photos added to this folder of skit and aiko are incredibly romantic in nature, hugs with hearts around them and a photo where the two of them are basically kissing with a heart above the two. the folder also includes more romantic tordedd art as well.

back to their matching kins however, as stated before, tord and felix kinmatch jesse and romeo/admin from minecraft story mode. i know little to nothing about this game, however, i do know that tord ships these two characters together. felix kins jesse and tord kins romeo. 

UPDATE: i have been informed that the ages previously listed here were a mcsm fans headcanon ages for the characters and that they do not have canonical ages. however, it does prove that there are fans that would see the ship as a pedophilic one due to hcs of romeo being 30+ and jesse being >20.

now, here is a disgusting screenshot of tord saying he’s going to show his brother porn. i’m sure this was meant to be taken as a joke but i find it highly disturbing due to the fact that at the time of this screenshot being taken felix would only be 12 years old and tord would’ve been 16 years old.

i am in no way trying to say tord is a full on pedophile, not am i accusing him of having romantic or sexual feelings for his brother, however, i am saying the way he interacts with his brother is not okay and that he needs to learn how to separate friend interaction from sibling interaction.

cult jokes:

tord previously had a cult joke in his about: “mixed but i drank the racefaker koolaid”. when told about this, he refused to remove the joke and tried to hide it under the guise of the phrase being “aave” (his explaination was that black people like to drink koolaid). he was messaged by someone on his blog @/racefakery who asked for him to remove the joke from his about, as it is incredibly insensitive to joke about something like that where everyone can see.

in the conversation, tord doesn’t take the person who messaged him seriously at all and says “i don’t see why i should care?” about cult victims. i don’t think i have to explain how horrible and insensitive that is to say.

the joke continued to stay in his about for nearly a month after this conversation. on top of that, tord never apologized nor admitted that cult jokes are just as serious as jokes as any other traumatizing kind of event.

UPDATE: after doing a little digging, i found an older blog of his. in the links of this blog there is this: “thanks for reading and welcome to the lonely hearts cult” at the end of his links. so there’s another cult joke made by tord.

nazism:

tord has had multiple accounts of him being antisemetic, however, for this we are going to focus on the fact that tord is kin with habit and kinned eridan.

archive of this page.

habit from everymanhybrid is a canonical nazi. this was displayed on tords “alters” blog. now even if were going to pretend tord is a system here, unless tord is comfortable with antisemitism there is no reason for his “alter” to kin a nazi. all alters share similarities with their hosts, this mainly includes moral standpoints, saying tords “alter” is okay with kinning a nazi but not tord is the same as saying you can have one alter be a terf but the host isn’t. it isn’t simply isn’t possible. anyways, here’s evidence of habit being a nazi:

the person he claimed to have possessed was josef mengele. i don’t want to repeat the things he did but you can google it if you’d really like to know of it.

on top of habit being a nazi, here is a list of his “hobbies” & crimes he’s commit:

as for eridan, his main goal from what i’ve been told was to “wipe out the landwellers”, as he is a “seadweller”. his whole character is a metaphot for nazism, eridan being hitler and the “landwellers” being jewish people. if you want more info on this it can be found here. not sure why you would though.

tord was also briefly friends with ethan, a known nazi & rapist, for a while. there’s a lot of screenshots and information on that. you can read it on this google doc.

systemfaking:

this one isn’t going to take very long to explain because of how blatantly obvious it is but tord is systemfaking. from what i and quite a few others can tell, one of the biggest implications is that tords “alters” would reblog one anothers posts and talk to each other via the posts. there a many reasons this makes no sense:

if his alters are conscious enough to have their own blogs and set up themes similar to tords, why do they need to reblog one another’s posts to communicate? at that point, they should be able to speak via headspace.

these posts of his alters interacting with each other are made just seconds apart from each other, it is literally impossible for anyone to shift this fast, the average shifting time is 5-15 minutes. however, these posts aren’t even made a full minute apart from one another.

this is a post where tords “alters” habit and cora are interacting on a post.

if you look into the source code of these two posts you will find that they were made literally not even a full two minutes apart from one another. the original was posted at 8:10:46 and coras was posted at 8:11:10. like i already stated, this isn’t possible in systems.

tord and his “alter” gem do this again. gems first reblog of this post was at 17:51:49. and their second reblog of the post was at  17:53:48. under 5 minutes apart from one another, meaning tords reblog must’ve been around 17:52. but it just isn’t possible either way.

you may think that this is all that tord has done, but it really isn’t. despite all the information in this callout there is still a lot here that isn’t shown. this was thrown together as a sort of “birthday gift” for tord. i hope you appreciate your gift, tord.

#racefaker tord #nyadmin #fatphobe #amblyopic #r slur

[water-hates-learning]

nobody knew (and nobody knows)

Crossover with The Magnus Archives podcast because this idea has been bothering me for a while now so I finally just wrote it. Whatever. Not my best work.

Mild spoilers for the end of S1 of The Magnus Archives. Takes place after episodes 39/40 of the podcast. Also contains headcanons, lots of swearing, and the implication that the main EW boys don’t follow the standard laws of time and space. Post The End EW time.

In other words, this is bullshit.

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"Case number zero-one-one—"

“Six-six-six.”

“Mr. Ritehill, please.”

“Whatever.”

“Statement of Thomas Ritehill, regarding an…unusual trip taken by himself and his companions in January 2007. Statement—” 

“And the shit in 2014.”

“[sigh] Regarding the trip in January 2007 as well as the disturbances on 31st December, 2014. Statement taken direct from subject, 14th November 2016. Interview conducted by Johnathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Before you begin—why are you just now giving a statement?”

“’Cause a bunch of shit went down and somebody needs to hear about it. M’friends don’t wanna talk about it. And if I have to sit on this bullshit by myself anymore I’ll explode.”

“Right. Erm. Statement begins.”

“…now?”

“Yes, now.”

“[mumbling]…can’ believe you’re using a damn tape recorder…what year is this…[sounds of container being unscrewed]”

“Mr. Ritehill—”

“Call me Tom, god. And let a man have his damn vodka. Holy shitake on a sled, lemme just. Fuck. Okay. So, back in 2007, the four of us were bored, right, and Tord—this is when that commie fuck still lived with us—Tord—”

“Full names, please.”

“Christ, okay. Tord Lesion said we should go to Hell. So we did. Just the tourist route, ya know, got to see our personal hells and shit. Won’t bore you with the details. So yeah, me, Tord Lesion, Edd Golding, and Matt Harvice took an elevator to Hell, had a good time, got some souvenirs, and came back. Whatever.

’Cept when we were leaving the…the devil holding the door for the exit said they’d see me in six months. And it was like, haha, mate, yeah, sure, whatever, funny joke. I didn’t mention it to the guys and I didn’t think about it again. Couple months later, Edd’s digging a hole in the back garden and comes up with this door all covered in symbols ‘n stuff. And we’re all a buncha dumbasses so we go down it. Deal with some Indiana Jones traps, beat off a killer mummy, find a mysterious treasure box—you know the drill. So Tord opens the box and then…I dunno. Everything went dark.

If you ask any of the other three, they’d probably just tell you that I was unconscious. They said there was nothin’ in the treasure chest but I’m pretty sure the jackasses kept it for themselves and didn’t tell me. Probably for the best; I just woulda spent it on alcohol.

Anyway, from my perspective, we fell down a hole. When Tord opened the box, the floor dropped out from underneath us and we fell into darkness. I couldn’t see or hear the others, I was just falling in darkness. Or maybe floating. I dunno. Kinda…felt like forever and no time at all. I know that doesn’t make sense but you lot probably hear shit like that all the time. So I’m floating there and it’s dark, pitch black, but I can still see my hands in front of my face, like there’s a light shining only on me but there isn’t a light. Kinda like how someone looks when they stand in front of a black backdrop; the background’s all dark but they’re, like, normally lit or whatever.

And I wasn’t really scared ‘cause it’s not the weirdest thing that’s happened to me. I was just kind of waiting for something to happen. Because something always happens.

Didn’t have to wait long.

I felt something slide its hands around my neck from behind, felt its fingers on my windpipe, its thumbs at the base of my skull. I kind of expected it to be cold, like icy or something. But they were hot, like someone with a fever, uncomfortable. Made my skin prickle. It said…something. Couldn’t tell you what it was now, only have the vaguest sensation of—of a voice, talking to me, right in my ear, hot breath on my skin. I kept thinking I could see it moving out of the corner of my eye but if I tried to turn my head to look, it would start squeezing my neck until it had cut off my air supply.

Sometimes I think I can remember that it had promised me things. Sometimes I think it might have said something about a fight or a war or something. A lot of the time I pretend the whole thing was because I was blackout drunk. But I know that last bit’s not true because I hadn’t been drinking that night. And I wasn’t too worried because, I mean, weird stuff happens to the four of us all the time, stuff that no one even remembers. We’ve been through…three? Zombie apocalypses now? Hell, Matt’s led one of them. All of us have died and come back to life. And—and the thing is, right, the thing is that no one else remembers it. I’m pretty sure there’s stuff that’s happened that we don’t even remember. Tord said somethin’ once about crossing time lines or some shit but I dunno about any of the string theory, philosophical bullshit.

All I know for sure is, that night, in the black that wasn’t dark, with this thing’s hands around my neck, a demon crawled inside me.

A demon crawled inside me and it lives there and it’s so. Fuckin’ angry. Or maybe I’m angry. I don’t know for sure anymore, it’s been too long.

But—[container unscrews, long pause]—mm, anyway. The thing with its hands on my throat somehow—it somehow pries my mouth open. Gets its fingers between my teeth and wrenches my jaw apart so hard it aches. And then there’s this…this purple thing. It looks darker than the black but it’s purple and maybe that’s just because it’s beyond human comprehension or some shit. Hell if I know. It got closer and closer and for the first time in there I was scared. I was fucking scared and I thought—I don’t know what I thought, all I remember for sure is this—this blinding panic. This kind of raw, mind-numbing terror that made my heart beat so hard it hurt and it was hard to breathe and all I could hear was this rushing sound in my ears as this—this cloudy purple thing got closer and closer. I tried to get away but I couldn’t move, I could only sit there and watch.

And it—it…it just…”

“Mr. Ri—sorry. Tom. Do you need a break? We can take a moment to—”

“No. If I don’t…if I don’t say it now—if I leave this room—I’m not comin’ back. And I gotta get this out. [a deep breath, let out slowly] Just…remembering it now…it still scares the shit outta me.

So this cloud thing…it…crawls inside my mouth. And I can feel it. It tastes like…like how ash smells? Or maybe like someone filled my mouth with ash. And embers. Because it was hot and it didn’t exactly burn, it was just—like that moment when you drink some coffee and it’s still hot but not so hot you burn your tongue but still hot enough you gotta sip it. You know what I mean?

And I can feel it s-sort of wr-wriggling…wriggling and squirming to get inside me and I’m t-trying to push it out with my tongue or—or close my mouth or something. Anything to keep this thing out. B-but it keeps flopping around and pushing itself inside my and I’m—I’m ch-choking on it, gagging, and I think I was crying and trying to scream and this thing—[gagging sound]”

“Tom—”

“N-no, no, stop, shut up, let me just—finish. Okay? Don’t! Don’t fuckin’ touch me! I’m fine! Just let me give my damn statement and get out of this place. It smells like death in here.”

“I…I apologize. Please continue.”

“It went down my throat. I could feel it sliding down my throat, feel it under the fingers of that thing that still held my mouth open. It was lighter than candyfloss but I felt it like I’d swallowed a chunk of bread without chewing it enough. It was gross and it was horrible and it was terrifying and I don’t think I’d wish it on anyone. Even that bastard Tord.

And then it was just…done. The hands were gone, the cloud thing was gone, and I was laying on the couch in our sitting room, gasping at the ceiling. Edd was the only one in there, watching the telly. Said he was too tired to carry to my room and then laughed at me for passing out. Maybe I shoulda said something then, should have told him what had just happened, what I’d seen. But I didn’t. Instead I ran to the bathroom and threw up. And it just never came up again, never had a reason to say anything. I kept getting distracted by things.

I didn’t know what had happened until the end of December, in 2014.

You remember that year? It was really wet. Kept raining but we hardly got any snow. Freezing cold but just…no snow, not really, nothing that really stuck.

Anyway, Edd had been on the roof fixing the satellite dish during a rainstorm. He ended up having another dick measuring contest with one of our neighbors, Eduardo. Um, I dunno his last name, actually. Var…something. Var…there was an “L” in there somewhere. Sorry. Can’t remember. Eduardo had this, like, “alien” satellite or something and I guess it was radioactive or whatever. Anyway, he and Edd both ended up with superpowers for 24 hours and I can see by the look on your face that you think I’m takin’ the piss and I swear to fuck I am not. You can look up the incident report yourself, probably. But I bet the coppers only wrote something about property damage due to gang violence or some bullshit. Might be pictures our there somewhere but I dunno how to find them. I’m afraid I’d see myself if I did.

So Eduardo punched me, like, three blocks. Should have killed me. Instead it just…it felt like something clicked into place. And I remembered that demon that had shoved its way down my throat. It was like it had been waiting for this.

It hurt, that first time.

When your body’s stretching and your muscles are tearing and your skin is warping and your bones are snapping and cracking and breaking into new shapes. It hurts like a son of a bitch. I wanted to die. But mostly I was just angry. I was so fucking angry.

Don’t remember much while I was…changed. Flashes of stuff; tearing through building, smashing cars, attacking Eduardo and Edd. I think I might have ate someone. I try not to think about it.

Eduardo hit me with something, some kind of energy beam, I dunno. Sent me flying and ripped that smoke right out of me. I remember it flying away, remember the feeling of it ripping out of my throat and tearing off into the night.

But whatever it had done was kind of…stuck to me, I guess. I can still turn into a monster. Almost did when Tord showed his damn commie face again and blew our house up. You can look that up too. 27 Durden Lane. Nothing but a crater now.

[a pause, sounds of container unscrewing, another pause, the thud of a fist hitting the table]

And the only fuckin’ reason I’m telling you people this is because—fuck it, you probably already think I’m insane—there’s some kind of big…bad thing on the way. Fuck if I know. Just. I just…feel it. Can smell it. Or something. Taste it like some dry fuckin’ rum in the back of my mouth. Maybe the world’s ending for real this time. Maybe everyone will actually remember it. I don’t know.

But this place fucking stinks like a bunch of rotten bodies, like that musty attic stench with dead bugs everywhere. And you don’t believe a damn word I’m saying because you think I’m just a drunk. Ha. I can’t even get drunk anymore.

Whatever. Believe what you want. We went to Hell and I’ve got demon powers. The end.”

“…right. Um. Is the whole…demon powers the reason why your eyes are like…that?”

“What? No. This is just ‘cause my mum’s a bowling ball. They’re hollow. See?”

“O-oh my god. State—statement ends.”

[click]

“I will admit I am…extremely skeptical of Mister—of Tom’s statement. It sound positively ludicrous, the delusions of a schizophrenic at their worst, I’d even hazard. I’d disregard his statement entirely if not for the visceral reactions he showed to some of his own words—though that only proves that he believes they’re true.

But his eyes…Christ, I’ve never seen anything like that. He could obviously see but they were just. Black pits in his head. Gone. He stuck his fingers in them. Not the worst thing I’ve seen, all things considered, but one of the most…disturbing? Uncomfortable, may be the better word.

Tim was able to find a police report on the incident at 27 Durden Lane on 13th March, 2016. It was written off as an accident but with some additional digging he managed to find…more. The rubble and blast patterns look more like they were caused by external explosions. Tim says it looks like a bomb went off. Or several bombs. The neighbor’s house—the residence of one Eduardo Varela, Markus Barnes, and Jonathan Rees—also sustained serious damage. Jonathan Rees reportedly died at the scene due to serious injury.

Martin managed to dig up a few photos from the incident in 2014. Most of them aren’t the best quality and it’s hard to tell what’s happening except for bright flashes of green. But one very clearly depicts a monstrous shape, as big as a building it looks like, with horns on its head. It’s hard to tell in the photograph but it appears to be purple. There was a reported explosion in a local park around the date Tom Ritehill claims he transformed into a monster, and there is a crater there from the police report. But that’s all the evidence we can find to support his…stories.

We tried to get into contact with Eddward Golding and Matthew Harvice but neither of them were very forthcoming. Edd Golding declined to comment altogether and Matt Harvice was…he was difficult to talk to. It was as if he kept losing his train of thought. I doubt he would make for a reliable source.

There was also an attempt to contact the individual Tord Lesion but none of the information we were able to find was up to date. The only thing Tim managed to scrounge up was an old wanted poster,  several months out of date, with Tord Lesion’s image on it. He appears to be in a military style uniform with a shotgun. If Tom Ritehill’s claims that Tord is starting a personal army are to be believed, then I suppose this would be a reason to trust his word. Maybe.

[sigh] I suppose we could investigate these claims more in the future. Though I am very much inclined to ignore them.

End recording.”

[click]

“Supplemental.

It just occurred to me that it’s been very nearly four months since the incident with Jane Prentiss. This place has been scrubbed within an inch of its life, nearly burned with chemicals, steamed so badly that it made my eyes water with the lingering chemical smell when I finally came back from leave. It’s been so thoroughly cleaned that a blind dog trying to sniff his way out would have run into the walls.

And yet…and yet Thomas claimed he could…he could smell the death. He said…dead bugs. Specifically dead bugs. And decay. And I can’t…stop thinking about those tunnels…and what could still be down there.

…end supplemental.”

[end of tape]

#8ball fics #i don't feel very confident about this writing to the point where i almost didn't post this

[theweaponizedtoaster]

This is basically what tord says in his 2012 video paying respects to edd and why he left eddsworld

''Hello. It's Tord from Eddsworld. In this video, I'll explain why I left Eddsworld and for what reasons I did. But first, I would address the recent events.

I read comments saying 'Oh, Tord is a bastard for not being there, Tord should have been there, Tord should go to his funeral', all that.

Quite frankly, I didn't know anything about Edd's situation since I'm not in contact with either Tom or Matt, Edd was my only source of information so I only knew what he told me, and the last time I spoke properly to him was I think February, so yeah, I haven't been updated at all. But I would have been there if I knew what was going on. I wanted to visit Edd, we talked about visiting but he always told me he wanted to be out of hospital and be fit for fight if I was to visit him because Edd didn't want us to spend all the time in the hospital, which is fair but, I wish I had went to visit him because now it's too late.

Edd and I started talking back in 2004 so, he was a great friend for 7 years which is a long time. Specially considering it's an online friendship and I think the first time I met him was in 2006 when I visited London with my parents so we met at Trafalgar Square and went around London, and that was right after he had gone on his first chemo so, he was in pretty bad shape, and seeing him progress from there getting better and better it was good, but it's a shame what happened. I'm truly sorry for his family and his friends and I wish I could have been there.

Now, over to the points: why I left Eddsworld and what my reasons were, and I want to address one thing first and that is, whatever you see on YouTube channels, Facebook pages, it is not me. Pages saying 'Oh this is Tord from Eddsworld, oh this is why I left', whatever. All those are frauds, I have never made a page about myself or anything regarding Eddsworld. I'm always anonymous when I'm online, I don't bring up my name or anything because that's exactly my point, cause' people will go 'Oh! it's Tord from Eddsworld, Shit!' and that is what I wanted to avoid, one of my main reasons for leaving Eddsworld. People say I left Eddsworld to pursue my own artistic career, and that it's true because I don't want to leech of Edd's success and have all its fans come over to me and just look at me for being a part of Eddsworld, I want to build my own name, which I have done to some degree and it's not bad, trust me.

People also say I left because Tom and I didn't get along, that it's not true because I haven't spoke into Tom since 2006 or something, maybe before that I don't know; I remember Edd saying something when he was having technical problems and Tom and I was left to speak with each other rather than having Edd to speak with. And it's true, we found out we weren't really fond of each other, but Tom didn't like that I made fun of him for his religious views, and that is all right, Tom if you're watching this I want to apologize, it wasn't really nice of me, I'll [learned/own?] that. Tom also broke contact with me when I made a comic about him and that was the nail in the coffin. I think Tom was also a bit disappointed that he wasn't on ''The Dudette Next Door'', I remember he was really upset about that, but that was a group project between me and Edd; Edd animated one scene, I animated the next, he would animate the next and so on. So Tom didn't had anything to do with it, so, I don't know, neither me nor Edd saw that it was necessary to have him in there; and that was before Matt was part of the team so, he wasn't there either.

Some people also say I left Eddsworld to go to school and, it's true I go to school, but my time in Eddsworld never had anything to do with my school work, it didn't interfere on any matter or anything, so that it's not true that I left Eddsworld because of school. And some people say I moved to America, that it's not true, I've always lived in Norway and, yeah I would met Edd like four times maybe so, for people holding grudges against me for not staying with him until the end, sorry, I haven't been able to; I wish I could but I'm a broke student so, there you go.

Tom said something about why I have to exclude the whole Tord character from the show, and that it's because I felt the character was too personal, he basically bears my name, my full name, so I don't think it's appropriate to have like, this character giving out my name and everyone thinks 'Oh, that it's Tord from Eddsworld'. I also like to address that we need to be able to tell the difference between the character and me, because I'm the voice actor and the character is just some parody of me it's not like, people think 'I'm a communist, I'm a gun fanatic, I'm addicted to hentai'; communist, no, my political views do not suit the communistic views, and I don't own a single gun, never mind fire one. When we made the character I was like 14 and you know how 14 years old are, like now when playing Call of Duty and they think they're weapons expert and, that's what I thought except, back then it was Time Splitters 2 I think. Regarding the hentai, I'm not a fanatic, I don't love hentai, I'm not addicted to it, it's fun to draw I guess, I draw some hentai, but that's because I'm bored; and if it is to get views, that's a really cheap way to get traffic on your pages, to just draw some boobs and...[the last seven words I can't make it out, something about women in some clothing I believe]

I don't know what more to say; before I end it, I want to once again tell Edd's family, his friends, I'm truly sorry for what is happen, and I wish I could've supported you, but as I explained I haven't been able to because I didn't know what was going on, I didn't know what had happened before the YouTube video was posted and, yeah, like I said before Tom or Matt, I don't know, them, I didn't get any text or anything.

So, to Edd''.

#eddsworld

[eddtober]

Eddtober Masterpost: About, Rules, Boundries and Prompt Lists.

I hadn’t done anything about it until now due to no response - however the wonderful @ldhenzel​ suggested that I do it this way for mobile users. 

About Eddtober

Eddtober is a list of prompts made in an effort to encourage the Eddsworld Fandom to spread their wings of creativity beyond the norms that they are used to, during the month of October.

It is all without harming others or causing drama, a neutral ground for all fans of Eddsworld to come and have fun, no matter what side of a discourse they’re in.

It hopes to promote inspiration beyond the usual angsty and over-dramatised content, to revive a spirit in Eddsworld that hasn’t been seen in many years, and to stretch the invitation to all who can create.

Eddtober calls not only the artists who have a talent for drawing, painting and so forth, but also: the authors (fanfics, journalists, essayists, diarists, poets, ramblers), the cosplayers, the video-makers (animators, video essays, memers, youtubers) and all those who want to be inspired with unconventional creativity.

Eddtober’s motto for the fandom it came from is this: To come forth, be inspired and break from the old and the mold!

With that out the way, buckle up. This post is gonna be a long one under the cut.

RULES 

Base Rules need to be set so everyone can participate in Eddtober safely and in a fun way. Please read them carefully!

Always tag it with #eddtober. Gore and related NSFW is allowed in the challenge, but please tag it as #Eddtober gore, etc. Also, no shortenings or reimaginings of those tags, so the minors on this site don’t find it on accident. Though many of us may be over 18, please keep these things in mind.  

Be Sensitive and Respectful to Others. I know many of us here in this fandom can take easy offence to certain types of art, so please consider and think on your creative piece before you post.

Credit Where Due. This should be blatantly obvious right now, but please, please don’t steal other’s creative fanwork or post it without credit. Always have permission from the creator to post something of their’s, and always have their username when you post it, not just ‘credit to the artist’. If you do not follow this, actions will be taken for your consequences.

Keep yourself chill. You can do one prompt for Eddtober, some of the prompts or all of them - up to you! It’s understandable if life gets in the way. The goal of Eddtober is not to do every prompt, but to be inspired to create fan-content in a way you usually wouldn’t have.

Spread the word. This is less of a rule and more of a personal request from Admin Panda, but since she doesn’t have many social media accounts you’d expect, spreading word of Eddtober would mean a LOT, so they can join in the fun too!

Sharing is caring. Reblogging and sharing from your fellow creators doing Eddtober would be great to give them a motivation and confidence boost!

Go Beyond the Boundries of Your Imagination. The whole purpose of Eddtober is to promote new, fresh things to come up in the Eddsworld fandom and break a cycle of the same old that’s been there for a while. Take a leap, spread your wings, do your best, and go have fun.

BOUNDRIES

Most of this list will be related to Rule Two of Eddtober:

Be Sensitive and Respectful to Others.

Quote:

‘I know many of us here in this fandom can take easy offence to certain types of art, so please consider and think on your creative piece before you post.‘

Whilst Eddtober is a fun, neutral place to spread our creative wings, there are boundries that need to be taken in order to keep everyone safe. Which means certain parts that are usually seen as ‘common’ within the Eddsworld Fandom will not be acceptable in the challenge.

Edd Gould’s death. Admin Panda wishes to make it clear that creative pieces that draws clear lines to Edd’s passing IS NOT okay. This includes Edd in hospital for cancer, Angel Edd or any AU that depicts him as a divine being of any sort (including Blessworld) unless Tom, Matt and/or Tord are also similar divine beings in the AU. Here at Eddtober, Edd's life is something to be celebrated, not his death. While Admin Panda isn’t 100% offended by this, many others are and it should be more recognised as such.

Sinsworld. Believe it or not, the sinsworld tag was specifically made back in the day to keep the porn out of the main. But due to a certain in-fandom event, this intended action has been long-lost. Because of all of these events, any sinsworld (porn, lewds and related NSFW) that’s Sinspired by the Eddtober prompts WILL NOT be accepted into the event by any means. This is because many in this fandom are minors/underage and more who are 18+ are repulsed to porn and such (Admin Panda is part of the latter group). So please, it is fine to be sexually inspired by the prompts, PLEASE keep your Sinsworld content away from the Eddtober tag - don’t put both tags into that post, essentially.

Abusive/Self-Harm Creative Content. No. Just. No. Death or pain like this isn’t allowed to be depicted in the challenge and should never be romanticised or supported. Eddtober aims to be a safe and uplifting space for all creative people, no matter what their space is at the moment.

More sensitivities and boundries will be added onto this list as Admin Panda recieves questions and requests for this area through the askbox here.

PROMPT LIST

Quick reminder: when this list says ‘create something for’, it’s not just referring to fanart - it refers to any medium, digital, traditional or unconventional, that can be used. The challenge here is to be creative as possible, not to stay conventional.

The List features Admin Panda’s Commentary. Some useless, some useful.

Create something for Edd. (Not his real-life counterpart, but the character. That needed some clearing up based on 2017’s results.)

Create something for Tom.

Create something for Matt

Create something for any pre-legacy season episode, except WTFuture. (You can do WTFuture if you want, but seeing that much of this fandom is currently made of people who came in after The End… It’d be worth having a crack at pre-legacy episodes.)

Create something for the crew’s symbols.

Create something for Superhero Alter Egos! (It doesn’t have to stop at PowerEdd’s canon either! Go nuts! Give Edd and his friends new superhero alibis and outfits!)

Create something for Supervillain Alter Egos! (Reminder that it doesn’t have to stop at the ‘Green/Blue/Purple/Red Leader scenario! Again, go nuts! Get wacky if you must!)

Create something for Minor characters of the show. (Except the Neighbours - they already have their own prompt.)

Create something for descendants of the main four guys. (Sure, you can make it about the love children of your favourite ships, but the point of this prompt specifically is to not be ship-related. See if you can come up with descendant characters from the bloodlines of the main four.)

Create something for Tord. (He’s late in this list for a reason. Trust me.)

Create something for the neighbours of 29 Dirdum Lane. Are Kim and Katya still there, or are there newbies in the street?

Create something for the neighbours of 25 Dirdum Lane.

Create something for unlucky things happening to the guys, or one of them. Feel free to go as dark or as humourous as you like!

Create something for genderbends of the guys, maybe as if the Ellsworld we know never existed. Or you can stick to canon, up to you.

This prompt is a wild card. Do with it as you wish. (In 2017 everyone was told to quote: ‘go whole hog on this’. The next thing we all knew, everybody literally drew pigs with the guys. That wasn’t supposed to be literally taken, but by god it was hilarious.)

Create something for your crew. Whether you’re the main character with your friends or have OCs taking that place or a mix of both is up to you.

Create something for an AU of Eddsworld. You can make one up on the spot, or even fan content for an AU that already exists is cool too. (As of rule number two of Eddtober, the Blessworld AU will not be accepted for this prompt. I know it is a popular AU, but if you have any issues with this, please contact me in the blog asks myself.)

Create something for Eddsworld as a video game. Whether it’s concepts and covers for your own ideas or fanart for games in the making such as Eddsworld Armageddon, up to you.

Create something for Todd, or whoever the ‘Tord’ figure is of 25 Dirdum Lane.

Create something for a Saloonatics-WTFuture Crossover. (What? Shenanigans could be made here, guys. Just take it!)

Create something for the future selves of the guys. Or if you want to take it up a notch, make your own versions of them! Have them all be hobos (#HoBrosforlife), or have cola not be banned in the future… up to you!

The End who? Create and elaborate on how you would finish off the Eddsworld Legacy season. (For the purposes of this prompt, I can accept an angsty end for this, but I personally do not recommend it. The Eddsworld fandom has had enough unnecessary angst already.)

Create something for Zanta. (I guess you could call him a Nightmare Before Christmas, then.)

Create something for an Eddsworld movie. Whether it’s stuff for the Eddsworld Fan Movie or your own ideas, up to you!

Create something for the deal with Tom’s eyes. If you want to call them that.

Pick a song, any song, and put that on repeat. Use it as inspiration to create something in relation to Eddsworld.

Create something for Edd Gould himself. Not his character in Eddsworld, the real-life person.

An obligatory prompt without Eddtober in the beginning: create something for Edd’s birthday. (This was made into a prompt and will permanently remain as one as Edd’s birthday shouldn’t be taken away from today.)

Create something for someone/multiple someones in the fandom who inspire you - even the small artists and writers and such who are just starting out!

Are you afraid of the dark? Are you getting goosebumps? Create scary/monstrous/terrifying things happening to the guys. Interpretation and how far you go with it is up to you.

Happy Halloween! Create something about the guys on this special spooky day. Interpretation is up to you.

If you have any questions, concerns or queries as to all of this, don’t be hesitant to come shoot an ask through this blog. Have fun and a safe Eddtober!

#Eddsworld #Eddtober #Eddtober 2018 #founder chris talks #Eddtober Fixings

[will-you-be-my-savior]

asks for 08/20/18

tord has a surprise for you spoon.

anonymous asked:

Hi Tom!

tom finds the fact that he is the first one you choose to talk to funny as he can’t even give you a response at the moment.

(24/40?)

tom would love it if you could ask questions. he really wants to have thumbs again.

anonymous asked:

Hopefully, Tom can get his thumbs back soon. I know I'd go nuts without thumbs of my own. -Glitchy Anon

Tom: *whine*

Tord: if i could make it go faster for you i would.

Tom: *huff*

(25/40?)

anonymous asked:

At least there's more for Tord and Matt to cuddle with while you're like this. Is Tom like a giant heater in this form? -Glitchy anon

Tord: … yes and no… he’s just as warm as he was before, with the slight added bonus if a thin layer of fur. but… he doesn’t even fit on the bed like this and so far he’s refused to let us try matt’s idea of sleeping in sleeping bags on the floor with him… none of us have gotten the best sleep these past few days.

(26/40?)

anonymous asked:

can i pet him (*´∇｀*) -shy anon

tom examines you, especially your hands. he finds them clean enough to touch. you are allowed to pet him though he’d advise you to avoid his limbs and mouth as they are deceptively sharp.

(27/40?)

anonymous asked:

Why not make a giant nest of pillows and blankets? Those can be so comfortable sometimes and Tom can keep you warm. - Glitchy Anon

Tord: and that had been my suggestion. which he shot down as well. don’t know why.

(28/40?)

anonymous asked:

Wow, a nest of pillows and blankets would have been fun. What about a pillow fort with an open top? Those are really fun and comfortable! - Glitchy Anon

tom glares at you. if he could talk he’d be telling you not to give them any ideas.

(29/40?)

anonymous asked:

What's wrong with pillow forts? They let you kind of let loose the inner child and have fun. Maybe you guys could at least take naps in one and set up some books or games for when the three of you just want to block out the rest of the world? - Glitchy anon

tom never found the idea unappealing. he’d ask you to stop if he could.

(30/40?)

spooncryptid asked:

Hewwo! I’m back!!

Tord: good! now close your eyes!

(31/40?)

spooncryptid asked:

Oh?? Ok! //puts paws over eyes//

tord is placing something around your neck. you’ll be very happy when you open your eyes.

(32/40?)

spooncryptid asked:

What is it? Can I open my eyes now??

Tord: yep. *is holding one of matt’s mirrors*

(33/40?)

spooncryptid asked:

//opens eyes//

tord shows you the mirror.

(34/40?)

~~~

endragoneel asked:

oh! hey tom! hey y’all! how’d the picnic go?

Tom: *chirp*

Tord: it was nice.

(35/40?)

endragoneel asked:

awesome~ ! whatcha doin now? :D

Tord: paperwork mostly.

Tom: …

(36/40?)

spooncryptid asked:

Oh? Oh! Ooh!!!

Tord: so… what do you think.

(if you’re curious that was a pic of my kitten. why the quality was so bad)

(37/40?)

anonymous asked:

Glad you guys had a fun time on your picnic. -Glitchy anon

tom is twitching expectantly. two more asks.

(38/40?)

anonymous asked:

Someone's excited.

if tom could talk he would say “no duh!”

(39/40?)

you- YOURE SO SOFT ヾ(@^▽^@)ノ - shy anon

tom appriciates the compliment and the ask.

*poof*

and you’re petting his head…

…

and he’s gone…

(40/40) (M!A 1 end)

endragoneel asked:

you okay tom?

Tom: FUCK YES I AM! I HAVE THUMBS!

spooncryptid asked:

It’s pretty!

Tord: … is that all you’re gonna say?

anonymous asked:

lmao that was fun while it lasted ~

Tom: SHUT UP I HATE YOU!

spooncryptid asked:

Im a cat!!! Im a cat I’m a cat!! //runs and jumps around the room happily//

Tord: and there’s the reaction i expected!

endragoneel asked:

NICE!!

Tom: YESSSS!

anonymous asked:

lmao what if i m!a-ed tord into a cat for uh... 5 asks. only five lmao just to play with spoon

… he’ll hate you as much as tom does… it is done.

spooncryptid asked:

//stops before running over and rubbing face into Tords leg// thank you! Thank you!!!

tord is chuckling.

*poof*

….

the only way to describe the sound he just made is a yowl.

(1/5)

endragoneel asked:

i image it’s really rad to be able to talk again~ (although i kinda wish i had that ability to shapeshift too~...)

Tom: yes it is!

anonymous asked:

OH NO another one (＞人＜;) do m!a’s hurt? are you okay tord? - shy anon

… do you expect him to answer as a cat? if he could he’d tell you that no it does not hurt and that no he is not okay. tom is a shapeshifter! he’s used to this.

spooncryptid asked:

//runs and hides spooked by the transformation//

tord finds that unimpressive… yet oddly enticing.

(2/5)

spooncryptid asked:

//pokes head out// what happened?

Tord: *meow*

(Tord is very unhappy…)

(3/5)

spooncryptid asked:

//crawls back out up to Tord// cat?? //sniffs//

Tord bats at you. He does not like being sniffed.

(4/5)

endragoneel asked:

i- oh frick. uh... i don’t know much about cats.

Tom: why would you need to?

spooncryptid asked:

Mrow! //bats at Tord//

Tord did not appreciate that but the human part of his brain understands it.

*poof*

Tord is relieved.

(5/5) (M!A 2 end)

endragoneel asked:

*points to tord* well... i guess it over now so that’s good!

tom left the room already. he’s in his work room now.

spooncryptid asked:

//runs and hides again//

Tord: i don’t think it’s gonna happen again. you can come out.

anonymous asked:

How cute was Tord as a cat? I missed it. -Glitchy anon

this should answer your question.

~~~

spooncryptid asked:

//pokes head out// cat??

Tord: i was the cat… now i’m not… it is so strange to go from two legs to four…

spooncryptid asked:

//comes out// its a lot faster tho!!

Tord: maybe, if you know how to walk.

spooncryptid asked:

Mm, I’m hungry, dyou have food??

Tord: cat food or people food?

spooncryptid asked:

Food food!! Tasty food!!!

you’re a cat, he doesn’t know what you find tasty. just pick something.

spooncryptid asked:

Meat!! Hungry!

Tord: … how about some bacon. i’ll get some for myself too.

spooncryptid asked:

Ooo!! Yummy!!!

Tord: yes very. can you keep up now?

spooncryptid asked:

Yea!!

Tord: good! follow me.

(2 asks until you get to the cafeteria)

spooncryptid asked:

Bacon bacon!!

tord agrees!

anonymous asked:

lmao he’s bother by the legs? i’m curious.... m!a tord to having spider legs for hm... 3 asks! so like, spider centaur lmao. he can still talk.

… come back and ask this tomorrow. we don’t need to spook spoon a third time tonight.

spooncryptid asked:

Im have all my legs legs leg leg!!

Tord: i’m glad you like your gift.

???: what would you like red leader?

Tord: just my normal dinner, extra bacon.

???: sir is the bacon for the cat?

Tord: yes why?

???: cat’s can’t eat red meat sir.

Tord: that would matter if this were a normal cat but as it is anything but i’m fairly certain it can eat bacon.

???: … yes sir. *gives him his dinner with extra bacon*

spooncryptid asked:

Bacon!!

???: OH MY!!!

Tord: i told you it wasn’t a normal cat. now come on crypt, we’ll eat this in prince’s office.

spooncryptid asked:

I want the bacon!

Tord: and you’ll get it. in just a second. prince! you in there!?

Matt: *through door* yeah! come on in!

spooncryptid asked:

Bacon time!!!

Tord: yes bacon time.

Matt: you’re sharing bacon!? That’s a new one!

spooncryptid asked:

Mattie!! I have all my legs!!! I'm a cat!!!!

Matt: yes you do! *picks you up and puts you on his lap* i’m happy for you. *pet*

Tord: *hands matt some bacon* i’m just glad it worked.

Matt: *holds bacon out for you* yup.

spooncryptid asked:

//eats the bacon and purrs//

Tord: glad to see you’re enjoying yourself.

Matt: awwww! cute!

spooncryptid asked:

Mmm, pets, pets are good

matt is happy to oblige.

spooncryptid asked:

I miss getting pets

matt is saddened. he pets you with enthusiasm.

spooncryptid asked:

You give good pets Mattie

Matt: thank you! tom thinks so too.

Tord: *SNORT*

spooncryptid asked:

Dyou give Tord pets too?

Matt: …

Tord: what’s with that face?

Matt: *zips his lips*

spooncryptid asked:

Dyou get pets Matt?

Matt: i get brushies!

Tord: we go over him with a tooth brush some times. i don’t know why he enjoys it.

Matt: *happy bat noise*

spooncryptid asked:

A toothbrush? That's weird

it is actually a thing. it’s how they groom baby bats in captivity.

spooncryptid asked:

//rolls on back// do pau and pat get pets?

Matt: your tummy is so soft!

Tord: that would depend on if they want pets.

spooncryptid asked:

Mm, imma big chubby cat

Tord: if you keep eating like this you most certainly will be.

Matt: did you tell it about its surprise?

Tord: oh my god i forgot! and you remembered! good job matt!

Matt: *really happy bat noise*

spooncryptid asked:

Surprise?

Tord: take a closer look at your paws.

spooncryptid asked:

My paws?

Tord: just don’t rip up the curtains.

Matt: when i press on the toe beans out pop the…

spooncryptid asked:

CLAWS!!

Tord: you’re welcome.

Matt: i got you a scratching post. it’s in tord’s room.

spooncryptid asked:

I HAVE CLAWS I HAVE SCRATCHIES!!!

Tord: just pay attention to where you’re scratching and i won’t have to get claw caps.

#eddsworld #ew tord #ew tom #ew matt #savior au #ask response #spooncryptid #endragoneel #anon #shy anon #lmao anon #glitchy anon #mod x #M!A 1 monster tom #M!A 2 cat tord

[shitpost-tom]

Eddsworld Theory

I have a theory about Tom.

I am unsure on how to word this to start soo.. Theory: Tom is actually a calm drunk and drinks to keep himself calm-ish.

I know this seems weird and unimportant, but hear me out here. During the period of what we call “Eddsworld Legacy” (the episodes after Edd’s death), the characters are changed from what we can refer to as “Personas” to “Characters”, because they wanted to separate the people from the characters (I swear I heard it in the Documentary of Eddsworld but I couldn’t find it- so just believe me here b/c I swear up and down that I remember that being said somewhere). Meaning, we can somewhat separate Eddsworld Tom from Legacy Tom (we can also separate them somewhat from the fact that during Legacy, Thomas had full creative control over his character (before the most he had was control over his lines I do believe)). So taking that into account, this means we can take what happened before Legacy as a grain of salt ( not everything though, as somethings haven’t really changed. Though you should take this theory with a grain of salt). Now that we have established that in this theory, I am not taking before-Legacy Tom into account, we can get onto why I am writing this. 

First off, what made me connect some dots, were these lines from one of Tom’s posts:

To go over the information, he says that in his mind, Tom’s eyes are black because he shared a body with a demon- later stating it was specifically what he calls a “Rage Demon” (which is pretty important to the theory), that can take “full or partial control ... but could also be summoned with the right spell.” He even tagged it as “ew monster tom”, confirming that, THAT Tom is about what he means, or exactly what he means. The words “rage demon” caught my eye. Why? Well as we see in the episode(s) “The End” , the animatic has these:

(This is most likely a good sign of Monster Tom, as we can safely say that the demon sharing a body with Tom is some sort of weird cloud:

So having smoking eyes would make sense as a sign of the demon.)

I find these rather interesting considering the circumstances. Tord wants his old room back, Edd allows it, Tom states that, that’s his room, Edd says he can have his old one, Tom points their attention to the fact that his old room is now a swimming pool, he gets crushed by a sofa (again), and Edd joins in with Tord and says “classic stupid Tom”. Already he would most likely be under a lot of stress, but after Edd says “classic stupid Tom”, this is when Tom gets livid, and storms out of the house like we all know. One thing that we don’t see Tom doing in the episode, is drinking. Of course, there are large gaps/time skips, though I doubt he had time to drink then, as I do not think he even had his flask with him. An episode such as “Space Face”, we do see him drinking. Examples: 

Tom brought a cup of cola out to Edd, and had a cup himself. As seen here, we can safely assume that it is some sort of alcoholic beverage (most likely Smirnoff). 

Here we see Tom taking a drink right after shooting Matt with a laser. He seems to be very calm.

Here, Tom is seen drinking again, right before they are about to enter the trash disposal. He is seen holding the flask many times before this, but none actually showed him drinking.

Just in case my point wasn’t clear enough, here he is again. Drinking. This was after the montage, so it could be assumed he may have been drinking then as well. Or not. I am not sure how much a flask can actually hold, or what the bloody hell is inside of it. 

At this point, the story takes a turn, and they are found to be falling towards earth. Tom is knocked out, seen here:

Tom see’s the danger, as seen here:

So, it might as well be safe to say that Tom would remember that the stick being shoved in his face by Matt, caused him to end up like the picture above. When Edd managed to stop the spaceship, Tom, like the rest of them, slams into the windshield, and we see Tom as awake again. Here, is when this happens:

This proves that Tom is quiet while drunk (at least most of the time), and that Tom knows when he is shitfaced. This is also showing that Tom doesn’t seem to be too terrible concerned about himself at the moment, as he is calm in a way. Though we don’t see Tom drinking that much throughout the episodes, it can be implied at times. Like in Power Edd, where the flashback shows Tom with a red cup, and red cups usually mean alcoholic drinks in the media. In Saloonatics, Tom can be caught taking out a flask and having a swig from it. 

This could mean that Tom normally has his flask on him, though he is not seen drinking in the episodes a lot (I assume the actual reason is that they did not feel like Tom should be drinking at the time). One reason why he is not drinking some of those times, is because he may feel like he doesn’t need to, or because he may want a clear head (ex: Fun Dead). Seeing as he is seen drinking in a few episodes such as Space Face (part one and two), Saloonatics, and implied drinking in Power Edd, we can pick up small patterns (though these may most likely be just a coincidence). Tom either drinks for fun, or in situations that might make him angry (this may be a stretch). 

One thing that the episodes with tom drinking, or implied drinking have in common for sure, is that Tom is calm. To a degree that is. He never seems really mad, or really emotional for that matter (though being really happy seems to be an exception to this rule). 

Now that I feel I have provided enough evidence to give: 

A.) Tom is a calm drunk (if such thing exists) B.) Tom tends to drink in situations where he may want to stay calm and happy.

I will go into how this may tie into The whole Monster Tom thing. As stated before, Thomas said that in his head, Tom was sharing a body with a demon that could take partial or full control of Tom whilst he was angry, and that could be summoned with a spell. The key phrase is “take partial or full control while Tom is ANGRY.” What isn’t Tom while drunk? Angry. He can be sarcastic or sassy, but he never fully snaps at anyone. He seems to have this “I honestly couldn’t care,” vibe coming from him when he’s not being sarcastic, or otherwise clearly caring.  So I feel I have enough evidence to make this statement: Tom drinks to calm himself down or at least dampen his anger, because he rather not reveal that he shares a body with a demon that takes over when he is angry.

Summary: Thomas said that in his mind, Tom shared a body with a rage demon that could take partial or full control of Tom when he’s angry, or can be summoned with the right spell. Some episodes Tom is seen drinking, or it’s implied that he has been, or will be (it may also be implied that he carries his flask around with him), and when those moments (or episodes) happen, Tom can be described as “Calm”. Or at least not at the point of lashing out like seen in The End. Putting these things together, I have come to the conclusion that part of the reason why Tom drinks is because he needs to stay undercover, and not show that he shares a body with some demon.

(Honestly it probably would have been easier to just say what I thought and not go through all of this most likely useless work, b/c I have troubles putting my thoughts down sometimes, but I hope you get the point.)

((This can’t even really be considered as good enough ground because Monster Tom can’t be considered cannon unless the ones now in charge of eddsworld confirm it. So really, I guess this is more just some food for thought.)) 

Sources: 

https://thetomska.tumblr.com/post/164676621268/why-are-tom-from-eddsworlds-eyes-black-or-would

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4q8QqrGnbM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uy4ksRIwOzQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ux0ERfzDSU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ts8-ycqCik

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5oqqtWCJR0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pbBI1dmJX9c

#Eddsworld Tom #EW Tom #Monster Tom #Eddsworld Theory

[nekoluver]

TomTord Week Day 3 - Redemption AU  This may have ended up more of a post-The End fic than a true Redemption AU.... 

- - - - - - - -

               Everyone thinks he’s dead. When that harpoon pierced through his robot, they assumed he’d been destroyed in the crash. He survived. He tore himself out of the wreckage and flopped down on that bloody earth to observe the aftermath of his failures. He allowed himself to be dragged away, patched together, and propped back on his feet like someone’s Frankensteinian art project.

               He didn’t want forgiveness- didn’t deserve it anyway. It wouldn’t change what happened, and it sure as hell wouldn’t fix anything. Tord never had a family, but the boys in that house had come the closest. They were the family he’d never asked for. He’d never wanted to get so attached, and had hoped (like a fool) that those feelings would dissipate in their years spent apart.

               I. AM NOT. YOUR FRIEND!

               The declaration still echoes through his mind at the worst opportunities. It should not hurt as much as it does, but something shattered that day. His friends made him week.

               In the years following the disaster the Red Army has completely fallen apart. Tord lost his passion for the fight, and despite his best efforts everyone could sense the change. It’s hard to lean an army of renegades when your heart isn’t in it. Paul and Patryk stuck around for a while, likely as a result of some displaced sense of duty or obligation. Tord didn’t have the energy for it- for them. They expected things of him that he could no longer deliver. He had already proved that he wasn’t fit to lead the army, and having his right-hand men around only served to pour salt in the wounds. They deserved better than a broken shell of a leader.

               Recent history has found Tord spending more and more time lurking in the areas his former housemates frequent. He knows it’s likely some sort of masochistic desire he should have squashed a long time ago, but he can’t be bothered to care. Watching them heal from the disaster- to mourn and laugh and move on- it hurts. It’s a pain he deserves, but it still hurts.

               It’s a cliché horror movie night when Tord is forced from observation to action. It’s dark with clouds blocking the moonlight, rain falling in sheets, occasionally broken up by flashes of lighting. He’s watching the blurry figure of Tom stumble his way out of some back alley bar, clearly well on his way to black out inebriation. Tord cringes somewhat watching him take another swig from his flask before stumbling down the steps and into the rain.        

               Tom looks up at the sky like it offended him, and Tord tries to find amusement, although he’s never really enjoyed seeing his friend steadily drink himself to death. He tries not to think about how much fuel he’s personally added to that fire with his mistakes. He’s so lost in thought that he nearly misses the burly figures emerge from the door and start gesturing at Tom. They appear to be yelling, but Tom just flips them off and finally starts walking away.

               One of the cowards jumps down and clocks him upside the head once his back is turned, sending him sprawling onto the dirty concrete. He doesn’t move right away, and Tord leans forward from his vantagepoint, squinting to try and better make out what’s going on. He’s too far away to be able to tell if Tom’s still conscious, and he feels the moment wrench anxiety in his stomach. He forgets to breath until Tom struggles up onto his hands and knees.

               His breath is abruptly knocked out of his lungs again when one of the goons throws a knee into Tom’s exposed gut. He barely has time to flop onto his back before both men are throwing kicks at every inch of his vulnerable body that they can reach. Tord can’t quite remember deciding to intervene, but he finds himself with one assailant unconscious at his feet and the other staring down the barrel of his gun. “Take your friend and run,” he chokes out, voice gritty from lack of use. The man doesn’t move, so Tord makes sure he can see him cock the gun. “Now!”

               The man was sizing him up- Tord knows he doesn’t possess the most threatening physical presence- but the oaf isn’t quite stupid enough to challenge a loaded weapon. Thankfully, he finally relents and gathers his now half-conscious companion, leaving Tord to re-holster his weapon and rush to Tom’s side.  

               “Come on Thomas, we have to go.” Tord slings an arm around Tom to support his weight and drag him to his feet. “The police will soon be on their way. Come on!”

               Tom’s half-conscious, drunk and bloody, but he starts walking with Tord to the end of the alleyway. It’s then that he stops, much to Tord’s frustration, and blinks blearily at him. His eyes narrow and he leans in closer before leaning back again. There’s a pause before, “Tord?” It’s quiet, slurred, and marked with disbelief.

               There isn’t time for this right now. Tord hoists Tom up by the waistband of his pants and half-drags him the rest of the way into the street. He’s staggering under his weight, but forces himself to move briskly to his car. Tom protests everything with a few garbled curses and groans, but he’s too weak to put up much of a fight. Idiot.

               Tom is passed out cold by the time Tord makes it to his apartment, which is all well and good except it means Tord trying to sneak him in when he’s all dead weight. Tord is panting, clearly out of breath when he finally makes it to door, luckily able to find the key and make it inside before anyone took notice. He flops Tom onto the couch and goes to grab the first aid kit.

               It’s as he’s dabbing at a split lip that Tom flinches slightly, and the tension in the room skyrockets when his eyes blink open. Now that they’re no longer obscured by darkness and rain, it’s harder to hide. There’s a long silence where neither of them moves, Tord too afraid of setting Tom off and Tom- Well. Tord can’t begin to guess what’s parading through that vodka-addled brain right now.

               “You’re dead.” Those two words drop like a sack of bricks and Tord finally lowers his arm and rests both hands on his knees. He can’t bring himself to meet Tom’s eyes, so instead busies himself studying the differences between metal and flesh.

               “Apparently not,” he finally mutters in response.

               “You blew up the house.” There’s no emotion behind the words- they’re merely statements. Either Tom is still too drunk to fully grasp the situation or things are about to get very ugly very fast.

               “Yes.” Tord does his best to keep his tone neutral.

               “I loved you.”

               Oh. The confession had been delivered with the same flat tone as the rest, but it echoes in Tord’s ears like the aftermath of a gunshot. His head whips around and he stares at Tom, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. Surely he misheard. “What?” it’s barely a whisper, so he’s not sure Tom even hears it.

               “I miss you.”

               Tord wants to scream. Words like these should never be spoken like this. It feels sick- he feels sick. They churn in his stomach like burning acid, and he hates Tom for speaking them like facts instead of feelings. He can feel it welling up in his throat and isn’t smart enough to prevent what comes out next, “What is wrong with you?”

               Inky pools flash dangerously, and Tord knows with absolute certainty that he’s messed up. “What’s wrong with me?” There’s a growl in his voice, and Tord briefly regrets wishing for an emotional response. “You almost killed us and you’re asking what’s wrong with me?”

               “Thomas I’m sorry, I-” he’s cut off by a hand fisting in the front of his shirt.

               “You don’t get to be sorry you commie fuck!” he’s much closer to shouting now, practically spitting the words in Tord’s face. “You don’t get to be sorry when you come back and pull that shit! You don’t get to be sorry for lying and turning them against me! You don’t get to be sorry for bruising Matt’s face! You don’t get to be sorry when you destroyed our home! You don’t get to be sorry when you killed someone and would have killed us if I hadn’t shot you out of the air!”

                He’s breathing hard. Tord tries to focus on that, but he’s dizzy. His heart is pounding so hard that he can hear it in his ears. After all this time, he never realized. They really think- Tom really thinks-? “I never would have killed you, Thomas!” he exclaims in disbelief.

               “Bullshit.” There are tears welling in Tom’s eyes. His voice is shaky, but his face is still contorted in absolute fury. “That’s fucking horse shite and you know it! You would have killed anyone who got in your way you fucking psychopath! You wo-!”

               “Stop.” He can’t take it anymore. It’s every nightmare he’s ever had all mixed up in a single moment. He knows he fucked up, but to have his failures thrown in his face like this? He wants to be angry, to fight back like he used to, but he’s too tired. He can’t play this game anymore.

               Tom’s eyes are narrowed into thin slits. “Don’t tell me what to do, asshole!”

               “Okay.” Tord’s defeated tone apparently pisses Tom off more, because it earns him a bruised cheek. He tries not to see the irony as Tom lands hit after hit on an unwilling opponent. Finally Tord lightly grabs his fist and asks gently, “Are you done?”  

               He catches him as Tom falls forward, sobbing into the fabric of Tord’s shirt. Tord is startled to say the least, unprepared for this change of mood. He does know what to do, so he starts rubbing circles on his back like Edd used to do when one of them was sick. He doesn’t have any other options- doesn’t know what to do or say. He can’t fix this. He was a fool to come back, but he’d known that from the start.

               It isn’t clear who moves first or how exactly they end up pressed together, blood mixing with clash of lips and tongues. It isn’t love or passion; it isn’t really what either of them want. It’s anger and sorry and pity and regret. It’s all of the things neither of them have the words for. It’s tearing each other apart bit by bit in the most excruciating way possible, because throwing punches is no longer a sufficient means of punishment. It’s destroying their entire world all over again.

               Hours pass and finally things are quiet. The city is quiet in the way it only is after a storm and just before the dawn. It should be peaceful, but while the tension may be gone, all that’d managed to take its place is the flat sort of exhaustion that comes after a truly horrific loss. Tord is wrapped up in Tom’s arms, marked and spent. They’ve been silent for some time now, and he isn’t eager to shatter it just yet.

               He feels Tom press a kiss to his hair, and the gentleness of the act cuts deeper than a blade ever could. “I want you gone before I wake up,” he whispers softly.

               Tord’s arms are wrapped around his waist and squeeze tight for a moment before going slack. “Okay,” he agrees.

#tomtordweek #tomtord week day 3 #post the end #angst #so much angst #ew tomtord #eddsworld #fanfics

[bpdpaul]

hi um!

so ive decided to do a kin call finally bc ive been really missing my friends this past forever and i havent been feeling myself (read: unbearably lonely) and im really! missing everyone!

i have um, a handful of kins and canons but really! since m in a rly big edd shift! i want to find them first!

i have some memories catalogued somewhere but ill just name some!

!! the end didnt really (???) happen in my canon, in fact tord had never really left in the first place !!

me! -m edd! trans demiboy but! i use she/he pronouns -m v chubby and i use my hands a lot when i talk -i love to smell like vanilla! and i like to sit around in short pajama shorts and i draw cats on everything -i have been bribed with coca cola and nos energy drink on many occasions

tom: (found!!!!) -i miss him a lot -he loved instruments -torn relationship with tord, they didnt like talking but it wasnt like they hated each other. i think they were getting better though, and actually beginning to like each other -p relaxed and everything but always lowkey worrying himself over smth

tord: -miss him too! -he was always laughing over smth! idk if he just thought the things we said/did were ridiculous? or if he just thought they were cute? -Tough™ but actually a huge softie -he really r e a l l y liked to make coffee in the mornings for everyone

matt: (FOUND!!!) -literally the bestest??? omfg -always tried to be super understanding and so sweet and everything -he loved taking selfies so i always surprised him with a camera -beST LAUGH! like so cute and honestly aaaa i miss his hugs!! he was really a great guy

all three of my roommates: there was smth between us m pretty sure, but as dense as i am, m not sure. everything was v loose,,,, m v unsure of my own feelings, i love all three of you guys but m not sure just how far the love extends? oh oh oh well

eduardo: -we had a sort of friends w benefits thing going with a lot of insults -i hate to admit it but he always knew what to do to make me feel good, especially when we’re just holding each other and ughfjsjs -i dont want to go into this too much, he was never really close but he held me the most and thats pretty irritating -still miss him,,,,,, unfortunately

jon: -so sweet? what the heck -didnt know him too well be he always joins me when i go for walks around the block -he loves my cat and he said if he could he’d have his own -honestly wish we’d talk more

mark: -quiet literally all of the time??? -seems okay but then again he just,,, doesnt,,, speak,,,,,,, -rarely joins jon and i on walks but it happens sometimes and jon seems happy abt it -i wish i had more to say but i really dont, he seemed to be more relieved when eduardo or jon spoke for him so maybe i should just listen to them more to know more abt mark,,,,,, or maybe just say hi myself

paul and patryk: -tords friends? from work or something i believe, i dont see them often -sometimes they come over for holidays so i always plan for that, they seem nice and tord likes them so?? -we should talk more! id love to get to know you guys!!!

thats it for now! if you want to know more mems just message me! or send an ask! or like this post! and ill message you!!! please, i would love to find everyone again!!

#eddsworld kin #ew kin #ew kincall #kincall #edd kin #personal #mems #m already excited!!!

[bluegreenamber]

The Prince (4/4)

((AN: So um. Hi? Here’s the ending to the story that literally no one ever wanted nor asked for. It only took me like two years to finish the last chapter. Oof. Sorry about that. Completely lost my inspiration and my obsession with the fandom. Not really an excuse, but I doubt anyone will really read this soooo. If you do read this, I hope you enjoy the story at least. It’s kind of a mess of two different writing styles cuz me and my writing have changed so much since 2017. Regardless, this is probably the last fanfiction I’ll post here, especially for EW. Idrk why I’m doing it now after so long of a hiatus, but I kind of wanted some sort of finality I guess. I honestly hated having an unfinished work published. Whatever, I’m rambling into empty space. I’ll cya ‘round. Who knows, maybe I’ll find another reason to dive back into a fandom here someday. But for now, Kat out.))

One of my dads would have nightmares sometimes.

No one had ever really been surprised by this. Most people with PTSD ended up with a couple of bad dreams at some point. 

My dad’s were very serious. Often, he would wake up in the middle of the night paralyzed or panicked or even violent. He’s sleepwalked once or twice. The medicine he takes helps, but there's nothing better for him during all those times than my other dad. 

My dads have always loved and cared for each other deeply and unconditionally. They have always been each other’s everything, their support and advisor and comforter and partner. They've always been able to solve each other’s problems, when they themselves weren't the problem, that is. 

We kids tried to help best we could, and we succeeded to some extent. Our parents loved us as much as they did each other. But they kept some things from us. We didn't know all the things they were going through, so of course we couldn't do as much as they could for each other. 

But there was the rare occasion when we had to step in. 

My dad hated the war. He hated talking about it, dreaming about it, thinking about it. It was the source of a lot of his problems, so naturally he despised it. The only thing he owned that could have reminded him of that time was the medals he had earned, and even those he kept locked in a small box hidden in the bottom of a dresser drawer. 

That's why we were all so surprised when he bought a rifle. 

When questioned about it, he excused it as wanting to “finally face his fears head on” and “not letting his past trauma keep him from all the possibilities of his future.” 

We bought it for the moment, but we all kept a close eye on him. And we were not disappointed.

He started acting funny, doing things he never would've normally done. He stopped taking his medicine. He took his medals out from their spot and laid them out on the mantle. He could regularly be found cleaning his gun, paying it a lot of attention and caring for it. He watched the news, specifically political things, and even war documentaries. He barely talked to any of us anymore, even my other dad. 

This was going too far for a simple epiphany. 

Then, he started disappearing. He just left sometimes, not telling anyone when or where he was going. And he had always told my other dad everything when he went out. 

I had to find out what was going on. 

I watched my dad very closely in the following days. Finally, I saw him sneaking out the door while everyone else was gone or in their rooms and decided to follow him. He took the car out towards town, and I followed him secretly on my bike. 

After about twenty minutes, we arrived at a strange building. It didn't look neglected, but it certainly wasn't new. It didn't have any labels or decorations on it, despite it being in the middle of the city. 

My dad parked right in front of it and walked up to the door confidently. He looked like he was definitely comfortable here. 

I chained my bike around the corner, watching him from the shadows. He opened the door without any hassle. Apparently it was just unlocked already. 

After a beat, I slipped inside as well. The interior was dark, the hallway I had stumbled into plunging into a twilit darkness as soon as the door clanged shut behind me. I realized then that I had no plan, no idea what I was doing, and no way to navigate this strange place. The only thing guiding me at this point was the fairly straightforward hallway illuminated only by a few flickering bare bulbs… and the faint sound of voices coming from the other end. 

When I finally crept up to the room where the voices originated from and peeked in, what I saw made me do a serious double take. The first thing I zeroed on was my dad, who was standing at a long, round table with several other people. All of them looked a little rough around the edges, though some had more subtle tells that only a child of a war veteran could really see. I knew instantly, instinctively that all of these people had served in the military. That should have been reassuring, should have made me think that my dad had just started going to some sort of veteran group meeting, but something felt off. Maybe it was the guy at the head of the table, the obvious leader of the group. He had a metal arm. 

Normally, prosthetics wouldn’t affect me. I had seen enough of them amongst my dad’s war buddies and viewed them with a sort of respectful reverence. But this… this was not a normal extension to work as a helpful tool for those in need. This looked like something straight out of a Marvel movie. This metal arm was a weapon, period.  

It also didn’t help that the owner of the arm was practically shouting his impassioned speech, his face radiating pure hatred and raw power. I had no idea what he was talking about, but that didn’t stop me from noticing the spittle flying from his rapidly-moving lips. His eyes seemed almost to glow red from utter rage. 

And my dad was listening with rapt attention. He was nodding and even loudly chiming in his agreement at some points. I felt vaguely sick. This wasn’t my dad. The man who had raised me to always be compassionate and patient and loving towards everyone and everything would never in a million years agree with whatever vile, twisted things were escaping this metal-armed man’s mouth. There must be something more to this. 

I took another look around the room to try to find the “something else.” The others around the table were much like my dad: listening to and agreeing with everything that the leader was saying, without question. Like soldiers to their commander. Was that it?

Before I could further ponder the state of these people’s minds, I felt rough hands grab onto my arms and lift me into the air. I cried out in surprise, kicking at my captor. It was no use, however. The person’s grip was like iron, and they effortlessly dragged me into the meeting room, stunning everyone within to silence. 

After a moment’s pause, the armless leader smiled at me with little warmth. “Well, well, well, what have we caught today?” 

“Let go of me,” I snarled, tacking on a few more choice words at the end that described exactly how I viewed the people currently holding me hostage. My protests were futile. 

The leader continued to stare at me, evaluating me, seeming to search my very soul with his piercing eyes. “You seem like a smart one. Which means that you know too much. Which, of course, makes you a loose end. A very disposable loose end.” 

A shiver of fear traveled down my spine. I couldn’t help it. Despite my desire towards defiance, I was in unknown (and quite possibly hostile) territory. What he was insinuating… I felt my stomach sink with dread. 

The best plan would most likely be to stall for time, maybe appease him just a little. “I don’t know anything! I don’t know where I am or what’s going on. I don’t know what this is or who you are.” And I didn’t even have to lie. 

He chuckled lightly. “Why, how rude of me. I am Red Leader, and this is the beginning of my army.” He swept his arm across the room, indicating all of the others gathered.

I narrowed my eyes at him, determined to play his game if it bought me any time. “Okay then. Does ‘Red Leader’ have an actual name?”

He seemed to find humor in me, at least, if his smugly amused smile was anything to go by. “Of course. This vessel was called… hm, I believe it was Nick. But you may call me Tord.”

The name immediately set off a million bells inside my head. This was the final one of the four boys in the photograph. Tord. Could he be The Soldier? Or something else? 

Also, did he say “this vessel”? Could he have meant… his body? Was he possessing someone else, someone named Nick? Questions whirled around in my mind, but they were interrupted when Tord raised his hand at the person still holding me.

“So now, I believe that you know too much,” he said to me before turning his attention back to my captor. “Motley, you know what to do.” 

My indignation at having been so blatantly tricked quickly turned into fear as I heard an actual growling sound come from the humanoid thing behind me that I still hadn’t gotten a good look at. Squirming desperately, I was about to resign myself to my fate when a shout rang out among the otherwise silent room. 

“Stop!”

Everyone’s head simultaneously turned towards the source of the loud cry. It was, of course, my father. His protective parental instinct must have broken whatever spell Tord had over him when he realized that my life was in danger. 

Something seemed to twitch in Tord’s smirk. “Oh? Is that insubordination I hear, soldier?”

My dad physically flinched. I started struggling again in the arms of who I assumed to be Motley. Whether it was out of anger for my dad or in an effort to draw attention away from him, I wasn’t sure. Regardless, it did nothing. There was no way I could escape by myself, and all eyes remained on my dad. 

The brief flash of fear in my dad’s eyes faded quickly into defiance. He only had to take a single glance at me, and his entire face contorted with the protective rage only a parent can truly experience. Tilting his chin up determinedly, he declared, “Yes. Yes, it is.”

Tord’s expression was utterly unreadable, and that was even more terrifying than the violent anger I was expecting. He opened his mouth to say something--perhaps to order the rest of his army to attack my dad, perhaps to order Motley to finally finish me off, perhaps to deliver a long-winded speech only storybook villains are capable of, perhaps even to grant us mercy--but never got the chance. Even from here, the entire room could hear the giant clang! as the door to the outside of the building swung open and hit the wall with great force. In the utter silence that followed, the rapid footsteps echoing down the hallway were almost as loud. 

To my somewhat surprise, my other dad burst into the room with all the grace of a hurricane. With me out of the line of sight, his eyes immediately locked onto his partner for life, and he rushed with open arms towards the collision of awkward limbs tangling. It was only when they were both wrapped up in each other that I realized that he was crying. I knew that there was going to be a hell of a conversation later, but it seemed that this moment required no words. 

The most interesting part, though, was Tord’s face. His mouth was open in a comedic “o” of surprise. In fact, he almost seemed close to tears himself, strangely enough. “Pat?” he whispered, his eyes locked on my tear-streaked dad. There was no acknowledgment of his quiet, almost fearful voice, but there was no need for it. 

Before anyone could react, Tord collapsed to the ground, glowing red eyes rolling into the back of his head. I watched in numb horror as a strange mist the same color as his eyes escaped out of his mouth and nose. Instead of rising like mist normally does, however, it sank into the floorboards. When the last of it had dissipated, I felt the huge arms encircling me finally loosen and release me. 

I dropped heavily onto the ground, my knees buckling underneath me from lack of use. At the loud thud, my dads finally unlocked their embrace properly and, at the sight of me on the floor, rushed over towards me. It felt like heaven when their arms wrapped around me--a sharp contrast to the arms that had been slowly crushing me not moments ago--and even them fussing over me incessantly was comforting instead of the usual annoying. 

Over their shoulders, I could see the rest of the army coming out of a sort of a daze. Many were blinking rapidly as if waking up from a dream. Many were reaching out and finding their own forms of comfort in human physical contact. Many were speaking lowly with one another, confused expressions on their faces. A few were even wandering out of the door already. Overall, though, it felt like things were going to be alright. Tord’s powerful influence had disappeared with the mist.

Speaking of which, I watched as Tord’s body rose from the ground, groaning and eyes widening with bewilderment. Nick, I think was his name. I half-expected the others in the room to remember what his body had done as Tord and be afraid of him, but they accepted him as fast as any other soldier. The moment I saw his first smile, I decided that things would most certainly work out after all. 

When we all gathered the strength to stand up, my dads practically carried me outside the dreaded building. They settled me in the backseat of the car while they put my bike on the car’s bike rack, speaking softly to one another as they did. I was so utterly happy to see their reconnection, the renewed spark of love between them, the one that had been missing for weeks now as my one dad descended into a war-crazed madness driven by otherworldly forces. 

We drove home to be greeted by my very worried brothers who had been waiting impatiently ever since my one dad had told them he was going out to track down the other. All of us exhausted, we ordered delivery and spent the evening on the couch in a great family pile. After what had happened that day, it felt like bliss. 

It wasn’t until I returned to my room to turn in for the night and saw the picture on my bedside table that I realized that the last of the four boys wasn’t in fact The Soldier. I almost laughed as I stared down at the finally clean photograph. My English teacher would be so disappointed in me; we had read through Machiavelli’s entire book during her class. Of course, the guy who craved power, who used fear to enforce it, was The Prince. 

Tord was grinning up at me, his hair pointed up into twin devil horns and a small crown insignia on the gun he was holding….

I was suddenly shaken out of my thoughts by muffled screaming. I was moving in an instant, speeding over to the other side of the house in the direction that the sounds had come from. Sticking my head out of the kitchen window, I couldn’t help but be surprised at what I saw.

The house next to us had a glowing green light spilling out of it, lighting up the entire neighborhood in the dark of night. 

I grinned, the small part of me not completely exhausted filling with relief. The adventure wasn’t over yet.

Because it seemed that our neighbors were having a bit of… paranormal trouble.

#writing kat #ew fanfiction

[monsters-and-men-make-monsters]

Dumb Luck

Vapor was running as fast as he could with the weight of his tail, he had slipped up and was spotted by one of his former soldiers. Thanks to Pat and Pau he wasn't allowed a choice other than to lead or live on the run. A strange man stumbled out in front of him, seemingly from nowhere. He looks terrified, trying to hide in case this was one of his former soldiers. A tall, thin man stood before him. He looked to be in pain and confused, his one, pale blue eye was clouded and his breathing was pained and rapid, even with his slow movements. Cain: what? What's going on? Who are you? Vapor is about to start crying right now. "D... don't take me back... I don't want to lead." Cain: what? What are you talking about? What's going on? He started to realize this wasn't one of his men. "We... we need to go, I'll explain when they can't find me." Cain: who? Who's coming?" "The army." He reaches out to take the other's arm to pull him along. Cain stops dead in his tracks for a moment, breathing rapidly before wrapping his arms around Vapor and holding on tight. The next thing Vapor knows they're in the air. He lets out a soft squeak. "They have helicopters looking for me!" Cain twitches and starts flying lower, weaving around and between anything in his path. He just tries to stay still. "There's an old theater I'm hiding in. It's a bit run down but should be easy for you to spot... I need to pack up and move soon." Cain barely registers what he's saying but hears enough to know to look for a theater. He lands near on in an alley, his wings seeming to be forcefully pulled back into him and his tail cracking as it shrinks away. He flinches at the cracking sounds, eyes a little wide. "We... were close. It's this way." He starts to lead the way, keeping an eye out for the red army Cain follows him without thinking. He sees the coast is clear and pulls Caine into the building once they reach it, leading him up some stairs into a projector box that had a sleeping bag and other supplies. Cain: ... What... Where are we? Who are you? Why is the army after you? "We're in Italy, my name is Vapor Hansen... And the army is after me because I can't risk becoming a monster again leading them. They're along to murder and threaten children to reach their goals..." Cain: ... Leader? I should... Go... He looks afraid. "Why? I'm... not a monster anymore..." Cain: ... I... Maybe... But... He seems to be fighting with himself. "What's wrong?" His eyes look broken and terrified. He's been through hell. Cain: ... What army were you running from? "The Red Army." He can't lead them again. He can't! Cain: ... Where are... No but... They fall to their knees looking dizzy. He kneels down. "Do you need any food or water?" Cain: no... We... But... He starts groaning. The fighting is getting worse. He rests a hand on his shoulder. "Just breathe for now... you... might be in a different world than before..." Cain: we... We need to... To stop fighting... We can't... Can't think... "Try just talking and coming to an understanding." He thinks the is just a case of mpd. Cain: we can't! We can't... "Shh, you can, just take it slow, get to know each other." Cain: we can't! No! His voice changes to something very familiar... Cain/Soldier: god dammit Jehovah! just back off! He jumps at that, eyes wide. "Oh... you know... I've seen worlds where Toms and Tords get along. You just need to breathe and talk." Cain/Soldier: it's not that fucking simple! Cain/Beast: every wrong move we make feels like claws digging into us! "Because you have to learn to work together, fighting is what's causing your issues! Act like the adults you are and TALK!" Cain: DON'T YOU THINK WE'VE TRIED!? his eyes glow and smoke. "Then how about talk with a third party there to stop you if you start fighting.?" Cain: we... We can try... "I... could be that third party... but we'd have to work on it after getting out of the city... My former army is ruthless, they don't care who they hurt or what they destroy to achieve their goals." Cain/Soldier: that's not what the red army is supposed to be... "I... was a monster before when I led them... And they decided to stay monsters after I vanished and..." He grips his right arm tightly. Cain/Beast: ... you... regret it... "I do... I did horrible things and encouraged cruel behavior in my men." Cain: ... how can we help you? "I can't let them catch me... they'll force me to lead and if I try to change things to be kinder they might just rebel anyway, kill me, and cause so much more destruction... their hunt for me limits what horrors they can do." Cain: so... you need to get away... we can do that... "Really?" The hope in his voice was kind of heartbreaking. Cain: yeah... gather... no ... but.... he breathes deeply. Cain: gather what you need... He packs everything he has into two bags, a third one he was wearing never touched. Cain: now tie them together tightly... we'll be waiting outside... they limp out of the building. He ties the bags together and puts them on his back. Cain changes drastically once he's outside. the body of a cheetah, a feathery tail, large claws and fangs, two huge feathery wings and a long angular canine head. his body is covered in soft crimson down except his underbelly and his face, both having a thick gray fur instead. He walks over a bit curiously, head tilted slightly. Cain is bigger than he appears at first glance, around the size of a large horse. he kneels down, waiting for Vapor to climb on. He climbs on, clinging to Cain so he wouldn't fall. as soon as he's sure he has a tight enough grip he takes off running, gathering the speed needed to take off like this. He held on tightly, relieved that his former army hadn't gotten this far yet Cain took off, keeping low to the ground to avoid the helicopters. he flew for miles.

so this RP has been going on since late October and i thought i’d post it. i got permission first of course. 

#monstrous leader #rp logs #lostinthxvoid #story #i'll add more tags later

[weliveourdream]

Hola everyone.

Okay, let me just tell you about my current situation: right now I’m sat in my bed, it’s eleven minutes past 3 am. Yes, I should be asleep. But am I tired? No, of course not. Why am I not tired? Because I just got home from an amazing concert and I need to share it with you guys.

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Right now I’m close to being deaf, my legs are killing me, I surely sound like the most extreme chainsmoker ever, so my voice is nearly gone, and I’m just overall so exhausted that I can already tell that it was an amazing night. I’m literally drunk on happiness and excitement. This was my second concert in a matter of the four past days and I couldn’t be happier, no joke. It may sound like I’m completely done, but trust me, this is like the peak of feeling perfect for me. There’s nothing better than concert exhaustion, I love it. And speaking of concerts, I’m of course here to tell you everything about those two past nights, that again showed me how deeply in love I am with live music and that there literally isn’t anything better than that. Okay, let’s get right to it.

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Monday night – The Academic

Some of you may know these Irish boys, most of you probably don’t. And that’s a problem, a really really big problem, because these guys deserve far more attention than they are getting right now. I’m serious. I personally have to thank my go-to concert ticket platform for recommending this band to me, I would have never known that they were having a concert here without seeing it on my page. The funny thing was, I just saw their name and picture and immediately knew that they had to be an indie band – and of course they are. I even recognized them, so they are one of those bands, where I’m in love with one or two songs, but never really take notice of their names and so on. But oh god, that was a mistake. Because these guys are literally amazing and I’m so so lucky that I got to see them live, especially at such a small venue. I mean, I was literally about two meters away from the stage or even less, it was so cool.

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Apart from that, the concert was really fantastic. You could really see that they enjoyed being there and that they were thankful for the sold out show and that so many fans and other people came to check them out. I mean, they are all pretty much at my age and right at the start of their career and you could see that. I seriously can’t wait to see them get more and more attention and become one of those big indie bands that sell out huge venues and headline festivals. I know that these boys got it in them, there’s no doubt. Especially after experiencing them live. Craig, their lead singer, really has an amazing voice and overall they were just so great.

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Oh and speaking of the lead singer, here comes the crazy part of this night. So, I stood there in the crowd with my friend and the show had just begun. And suddenly she tapped me on the shoulder and was like “hey, doesn’t the singer look a little bit like Martijn?”. And I starred at her and was like “whaaat? No, of course not. No.”. And then I turned around and looked at him and then it hit me. This guy seriously – and I’m not joking – could have been Martijn, if his face was just a bit slimmer. Guys, I nearly went crazy. I mean, my brain didn’t know what to do. What do you do when there’s a guy in front of you who looks exactly like someone else, but you know it’s not him and still can’t handle it properly? I just starred at him, to be honest. My friend said that she actually watched the shock spread across my face. I’m sure it was a weird and funny sight. But hey, it was actually the biggest bonus ever, because now I know what Martijn would look like if he was the singer in a band – and holy moly, he would look good. I’m just curious whether anyone has ever told Craig that… Oh well.

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Thursday night – The Wombats and Co.

And here we are again. A show that just ended four and a half hours ago and a show I still have to process. God, it was so so amazing. I don’t even know where to begin. Okay, I’ll just start at the Co.-part, their two support acts. Number one: The Night Café. And number two: The Magic Gang. Both were more than fantastic and I’m so happy that I got to see them both, as I adore their music. I gladly got to the venue pretty early and ended up in the fourth row, where I stayed throughout the whole show. It’s so cool, when you get a perfect spot at a concert without having to push past people and fighting for it. But I have to say, those two support acts couldn’t have been any more different. I mean, yes, they both played indie pop/rock music and they both were incredible, but besides that they were so different. The Night Café literally consists of four young guys, probably all younger than me, that looked so chilled up on that stage, that if I hadn’t known we were standing in a concert venue, I would have thought that they were playing at home in their garage. It was seriously that chilled. And they were all wearing lounge/sportswear, which just added up to that. But I absolutely love their music and their set was pretty cool too, so it was all good.

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The Magic Gang were just as fantastic, but like I said, also different. Older, wiser, more put together and maybe a little more awake, I would say. Oh, and they are from Brighton, which just made it even better. Once again you could really see that they had fun playing on that stage for us and that made me happy too. I also have to mention that their music is even better live, it gives it another touch of coolness. And that pretty much sums up their whole set – it was just so cool. Really really awesome.

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And now we’ve reached the main act – The Wombats. I actually have a little story with these guys, as it was my second time seeing them live, if the first time actually counts, which I’m not so sure of. It was at Reading festival in 2016, but my mum and I were far too late for their set, so we only got to hear like three songs or something like that. Does that count? I hope it does, but of course I had to see them live again, to experience the whole thing. And god, was it worth the wait. They were so so so damn good. It was like a huge party, one that I never wanted to end. I absolutely love that they had a great mix of old and new songs and that they could really show how talented they are. They truly deserved the show to be sold out.

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There were also some funny parts during the show. The first when Murph’s, the lead singer’s guitar suddenly died and they had to stop in the middle of their song “Emoticons”. But instead of just standing there, we decided to finish the song ourselves and just sang the chorus for about two minutes until the problem was solved. What a great crowd, am I right? Oh, and the second funny incident happened closer to the end of the show during “Let’s Dance to Joy Division”, when suddenly two guys came up on stage, dressed in these huge wombat costumes, and started to dance and jump around. I’m still not quite sure whether it was a prank by their team or if it’s a usual part of the show. I hope it was a prank, that would make it even better.

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But besides that, the whole show was truly incredible. Like I already mentioned, it was a huge party and just happy vibes all around. I loved the dynamic of the crowd and the overall atmosphere. And I’m so so happy that I got to see these English guys again, the full set this time. Oh and I also have to mention that their bassist Tord was literally the cutest ever. He was jumping around the stage the whole time with the biggest grin ever on his face. His happiness was so contagious, so thanks for that.

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So yeah guys, there you go. Another two nights, another two mind-blowing concerts. I’m so so thankful that I got to experience these and that I’m able to see so many bands live. It’s literally my kryptonite. I also have to thank tonight for reminding me of why I am here and doing all this. Live music is literally the best thing ever and I know that I’m doing the right thing by moving to Brighton to lay the foundation for a career in that sector. As always, I hope you enjoyed this post and please don’t hesitate to leave your comments down below. Oh and I hope you’re all doing good and wish you an awesome weekend. And, of course, thanks for reading. x

It’s never enough Hola everyone. Okay, let me just tell you about my current situation: right now I'm sat in my bed, it's eleven minutes past 3 am.

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