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Still | Tord x Reader

Had this one in my files for a bit, so I figured I'd post it for you guys!

Warning: Angst? Kind of? Tord has childhood trauma, he was a child soldier in my timeline, get this poor man some therapy

Words: 1k

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It was too quiet.

Fuck, it was way too quiet.

There was no sound that could drown out the sound of your beating heart, pounding rapidly in your chest as your dreams slipped away from your memories.

Night terrors were the worst.

They always felt so real, so horrifying, so deadly.

You never remembered what they were about. When you inevitably woke up in the morning, the events that plagued your dreams always disappeared in a matter of seconds. Like mist escaping your hands no matter how tightly you grasped.

The only thing left in the end was the fear.

The paranoia.

It was worse when you woke up at night.

In the darkness, there was no banishing your fears. There was no sunlight to chase away the monsters. No sounds of the boys bustling about in the kitchen, starting their days. No sound of Edd cooking breakfast, Tom yelling at Matt to hurry up in the bathroom while Matt blared his upbeat morning music playlist to get him hyped for work, not a care in the world while he did his skincare. It was just… silence.

But you had one saving grace. One hope to calm your frayed nerves.

One person that you knew would be awake.

The hallway didn't ease your paranoia at all. The shadows crawled along the walls, reaching towards you like they were going to swallow you up. Shapes and figures loomed just beyond the light, waiting to lure you in. At least, that's what it felt like.

You shook your head to banish the thoughts of monsters and shadows. There was nothing there, you told yourself. Nothing there.

Your steps hesitated when you reached the door beside yours.

The lights were off.

The lights were never off.

Was he asleep this time? Did he change his mind about the offer he made you? Did he decide to abandon you, leave you to become a victim to the horrors waiting for her in her dreams?

Your breathing wavered as you brought your hand up to the door. Should you knock? Should you wake him up and risk making him grumpy? Or should you abort the mission, head back to your room with your tail between your legs and waste the midnight hours away by doom scrolling on your phone?

Anxiety eventually won out, and you knocked gently on the wood.

For a minute or two, there was nothing. Silence. You hated silence.

But then, there was shuffling. A groan and something hissed in a different language - you recognized it as a swear.

The door opened.

Tord looked like shit.

He was in a t-shirt and boxers despite the autumn chill. His hair was a mess, sticking up in various places. His skin was pale (paler than normal), with dark circles under his eyes. A thin sheen of sweat cloaked his skin. His sharp silver eyes were dulled, clouded over with sleep. A lazy storm churning in the sky in the hours before the rain fell.

This was such a bad idea.

An apology was on the tip of your tongue, starting to turn away from his door, but he stopped you. Put his hand around your wrist and gently tugged you towards him.

Don't be silly. Come inside.

Maybe this wasn't the worst idea.

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It was one of those nights. The nights when midnight hits and the house is still but Tord remains unable to sleep. Unlike usual, he isn't alone. His too quiet room is filled with her presence. Her even breathing keeps the thoughts from his head. He could feel her arm pressed against the side of his leg. She was there. Somewhere. He was not alone.

Her whispers broke the silence. He'd never complain. She wanted to know if he was awake. He couldn't push the words out from his mouth. So instead, his hand found her calf next to his torso. His heart pumped faster when he felt the shiver through her body.

Silence. She wasn't sure. He moved his fingers, letting her know he heard her. He was awake. He was alive.

She spoke again. The softness in her voice made his chest ache. Since when could voices be so soft? She couldn't sleep either. Something about the stillness was unnerving. For her, it was anxiety. Paranoia, as she'd say- she always did have a knack for invalidating her own feelings. He wasn't so lucky. His hatred for still nights couldn't be medicated away. It was trained into him. Survival instincts that had been coded into him when he was young. Too young.

He closed his eyes tightly. Almost perfectly he could picture that forest. Frost on the trees, frozen ground underneath. A deadly chill in the air that slowly seeped into every fiber of his bones. The beautiful night sky a deception to the danger in each corner. If he focused, slowed his breathing, he could hear the footsteps of the lynx that had been hunting him for the past 5 hours. How many miles had it been following him for? Why was it toying with him instead of sinking its teeth into his flesh?

He went too far into his memories. Felt the claws tearing through his clothes, ripping into the skin of his back. Felt the pain course into his body, too hot and too cold all at the same time. Heard the gunshot echo through the clearing and felt the dead weight drop on top of him. He could hear his father's words as he was brought to the medics; You let your guard down, Sønn. Jeg er skuffet over deg.

A hand moved on top of his, squeezing his fingers gently. The pressure was enough to bring him back from the forest. Bring him in from the cold. To her. To the warmth of home.

His back throbbed, the claw shaped scars along his spine all too fresh in his mind.

She whispered his name. Small. Tired. Vulnerable. Searching for comfort. Searching for him.

He squeezed back. Letting her know that he was right there.

She was not facing the stillness alone.

And neither was he.

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You | Tord x Reader

Here we go! I'm sorry if this isn't my normal quality, I wrote it while fighting off a headache... but also, I wanted to be a little silly! Because these are silly guys! I hope you enjoy the slight cliffhanger I left it on, hehe! Mwah, mwah!

Warnings: Tord is a bit of a weirdo, stalking behavior, obsession, Tord is 100% making assumptions about you and your personality, love this little freak <3

Words: 1.5k

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Being a quiet person is not always an easy thing.

Some people would think it was. You never have to worry about saying the wrong thing. There were less chances of you offending anyone from your words.

Or, some people think the opposite. "I could never handle being so quiet" they say. It must be a headache to be around so much noise.

And… they were right, in Tord's opinion. It was nice to not have to get stuck in awkward conversations. He had the added bonus of being intimidating, so people eventually got the hint and stopped trying to talk to him. However, he also had to keep enough Advil on hand to tranquilize a small horse, considering he decided to live with the three loudest motherfuckers on the planet. Pros and cons, and such.

There were times when it proved to be nice, though.

Like right now.

The odd occasions where he had the day to himself. Tom and Matt were at work, Edd was visiting his parents, so that left Tord to his lonesome. What a great day.

As much as he would have liked to spend the whole day in the house, he couldn't. He needed to go grocery shopping - the fridge looked abysmal. At least it was warm and sunny outside. Still, he dragged his feet. He really didn't want to go to the store.

Ugh.

He was the son of the Red Leader. He had seen much worse shit. He had killed men in cold blood without batting an eye. He was not going to be bested by the looming possibility of social interaction.

…maybe he needed therapy?

…

Nah.

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If Tord ever managed to invent a time machine, the first thing he was going to do was find the person who developed wireless earbuds and give them a kiss.

Being an intimidating looking person was a great way to ward off unwanted conversations. But there were always people who had no sense of self preservation and chose to try and talk to him anyway. Wearing earbuds while he was out helped with that. Nobody was stupid enough to try and deliberately get him to take his earbuds off. (Except Edd and Matt, but they know that they'll get away with it.)

The basket handle on his arm was starting to dig into his arm as he stood in front of the pasta aisle, watching his pet idiots (roommates) argue on the group chat over what type of noodles to get. Edd wanted Ziti, Tom wanted Angel Hair, and Matt wanted Bowtie… for some reason.

Tord was busy calculating the risk vs. reward of banging his head against the shelf until he bled out of his ears when it happened.

You happened.

Through his music, he heard the sound of laughing and giggling. He glanced to the side, expecting a gaggle of obnoxious, immature 20-something year olds with the sole purpose of ruining everyone else's relaxing shopping experience. And that's mostly what it was. But, standing in the middle of them was you.

Hello, you.

You were laughing, just like the others. But not the fake laughter of conformity - no, it was real, genuine laughter. Tord didn't think he had heard anything so beautiful. He even paused his music just so he could hear it in its pure form.

The more he looked, the more he saw of you. You were like the sun, so golden and bright compared to these others you were standing with. He could tell you weren't like them, he could tell you weren't using some made up personality to try and fit in.

What the hell were you doing with people like that?

Then, you were moving. Your little group had apparently decided the joke wasn't funny anymore, so you were moving on. Disappearing into the next aisle. Disappearing from his life.

Tord threw a couple boxes of noodles into the basket without even looking at it, shoving his phone back in his hoodie pocket and moving on to the next aisle. He pretended to deliberate over what brand of laundry detergent to get as he subtly watched your group at the other end of the aisle. He was able to get a better look at you.

You were wearing a brightly colored cardigan, wool by the looks of it, that perfectly matched the colors of your earrings and purse. You liked to coordinate your outfits. You had on a little skirt that teased just enough of your thighs to draw attention without being slutty, but you also had black tights on. You liked to look attractive while still feeling like you were being modest. Your earrings and the clip in your hair looked like they had been bought from the girls' department store in the mall right across from Matt's store, that was always playing mind numbing pop songs and had unicorns everywhere. You liked cutesy, almost juvenile things.

Tord wanted to know more. He wanted to know everything about you.

--

A peaceful day all to his lonesome where he would force himself to get groceries before wasting the day away on the couch quickly shifted - now, he was spending the rest of the afternoon with you.

Well, almost.

You and your friends were walking around town, enjoying the warmth and dipping into any stores that caught your attention. Tord was also walking around town, a good distance behind your group, enjoying your warmth and drinking in every detail he could get.

And he had learned plenty.

He had no idea why you were friends with these people. From what he could tell, you were stifled in this group. They would talk over you, ignore things that you pointed out, refuse to go to stores that you wanted to go to, tease and taunt you, and walk ahead of you. Despite it all, you always kept a smile. You kept shining, kept illuminating the area around you.

They don't deserve your light.

Oh, but you knew that, didn't you? You knew, but you were so sweet and gracious that you gave it to them anyway. Maybe if you shone bright enough, warmed their skin enough, they would finally give you attention.

Tord would give you that attention. He already was, and you weren't even giving him your sunlight.

And he never would ask you to.

No, your sunlight was going to be a gift that he had to earn. It would be a blessing that he was going to work hard to have bestowed upon him.

He would never exploit you.

Like they did.

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Tord slipped into the coffee shop, running a hand through his hair. The warm weather was causing a light amount of sweat to gather on his skin.

He pretended to look across the overfilled menu, taking in the names of all the absurd drinks available. He already knew what he was going to get.

"Hi, welcome in! What can I get started for you today, sir?"

The barista was smiling at him too much. Her eyes drifted down his chest, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. Her pupils her dilated. She was checking him out.

Not that he cared. On an objective standard, she was pretty. But she didn't shine. She wasn't sunlight. She didn't brighten up the entire room just with her smile. She didn't make the birds sing by just looking in his direction.

She wasn't you.

"Iced Americano."

"Will that be all for you? We have a whole menu of signature flavors. I'd recommend-"

"Just an Americano."

The barista blinked in surprise when he cut her off. Typical. A pretty person with a shallow mind that couldn't comprehend the idea of a person not being interested in them. She huffed softly before ringing him up and telling him his total.

He paid, then turned to go sit and wait for his order to be made. He didn't get very far, though, before he almost ran into someone.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I totally wasn't looking where I was going!"

It was you.

You were talking to him.

You were looking at him.

You were so warm.

"It's fine."

As Tord fled like a fucking coward, you gave him a sweet smile. You smiled at him. And he just walked away. Asgardians above, his father would have been so disappointed in him.

His phone buzzed in his pocket as he sat at a window table, watching your friends snicker at the coffee shop mascot.

"Mate, you've been out shopping for like 4 hours. Where are you?"

Edd's voice drifted out from his phone speaker as Tord pressed the screen to his cheek.

"Something came up."

"Did you get the bowtie noodles? Did you? Tord?"

There was a muffled 'Matt, get off me' and some shuffling fabric before Edd's voice returned.

"The fuck do you mean something came up?"

Tord glared at the boy you were talking to, watching you give him an adorable pout. Oh, the things Tord would do to you.

"I found the perfect girl for us."

#eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #eddsworld tord #eddsworld tord x reader

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Hi hello sorry! Classes have been kicking my ass!!

How would we feel about exploring the idea of a Tord x Reader where it's in Tord's POV and it's Joe Goldberg (from You) style inner monologuing? Like he runs into Reader randomly one day and suddenly decides he needs to know EVERYTHING about her.

Might play with this idea if the neurons allow it...

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Set the World on Fire | Chapter 0

Summary: We meet our protagonist, and her life is changed forever.

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: Violence, death, anger, panic, angst

Note: Here we go, the first post for this series! Now, keep in mind that this is the prologue, so its main purpose is establishing the background for Reader, mostly their backstory! I do hope you all like it! Mwah, mwah! Now, sit back and enjoy as we take our first step into the world of Set the World on Fire.

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One of the worst feelings in the world is noticing the signs after tragedy has already struck.

When you look back at the events leading up to the disaster and realize you should have seen it.

Worst of all, you could have stopped it.

As you laid in that hospital bed, you remembered a conversation between your parents that you had overheard.

It was an ordinary day with your family. Despite having your own apartments, you and your siblings were all lounging around your parents' house. After your annual post-dinner Thanksgiving hike, you all wanted to spend the rest of the day lazing about. Over the idle chatter of the television, you tuned in to what your mom and dad were saying.

"I just can't believe the state of the world today."

"You know, if they hadn't elected that idiot as president, this would have been over a lot sooner."

That's where their conversation bled into white noise for you. It was just their typical bigoted political talk, which you learned to tune out.

But now, looking back at it, you recalled bits and pieces. Something about soldiers, a terrorist group in Europe. Communists, your parents had called them. At first you thought nothing of it - looking at the bright red flag on the wall across from you, you weren't so sure.

There had been a few mentions of some kind of rebel group on social media, - white college kids who had never seen a hard day in their life had made TikToks talking about how brave the rebel group was for standing up to the corrupt governments of the world. You had ignored it, scrolling away to compilations of cats doing stupid things and pushing the rebel group completely out of your mind.

Then there was the weird behavior.

Your parents had decided that you and your siblings' main Christmas present that year was a vacation to Germany. You'd be staying during the week before Christmas, coming home for the traditional Christmas Eve dinner with your extended family. They even rented an adorable AirBnB with three bedrooms (you and your sisters in one, your brothers in the second, your parents in the third) that was a perfect walking distance from several things in town. Including the town square, a cute area with an open air shopping center and other tourist-y things.

Despite the weather being clear and the warm sun contrasting the December wind, there were very few people out. The only other people in the town square with your family were other groups of tourists. There were, of course, the people running the shops and other essential jobs, but not many other locals. What locals did have to come out were rushing past quickly, not saying a word, and keeping their eyes on the ground. It was something you had noticed and off-handedly noted as… weird. It was like they were nervous, or didn't want to be around the tourists. Still, you pushed it to the back of your mind and went about having fun with your sisters.

That's when it happened.

There was a loud bang, like something heavy hitting the ground. It echoed through the air, making everyone in the town square stop and look at the sky, looking for the source amongst the roof line. Then the gunfire started. You couldn't see what was happening at the other end of the town square, but everyone began to scream and run away from that direction. Towards where you were standing.

It was chaos everywhere. In their rush to get away from the danger, people weren't paying heed to what was around them. They ran, shoved, and abandoned food and drinks. One man in a business suit ran past you, his shoulder slamming into your chest and knocking you onto the ground.

When the world stopped spinning and your breath returned to your lungs, you realized you were alone. Your family was nowhere in sight. The only thing around were… bodies. Tourists and locals, limp on the ground with blood pooling onto the earthy tiles beneath them. You laid on your back, too shocked to move.

Shouting and footsteps drew your attention to the side.

Soldiers.

But not just any soldiers. No, you knew those uniforms.

American soldiers.

There was a small group of them, forming a circle. Among them was a man with a different uniform. You weren't well versed in military ranks, but he must have been the superior officer. In the center of the circle of soldiers was two civilians, a middle-aged couple. The two were begging, pleading for their lives. It took you a second to notice that they were speaking in English, trying to tell the soldiers that they were Americans.

The soldiers either didn't hear or didn't care.

The superior officer turned his back and, with a simple wave of his hand, their death sentences were signed. Two gunshots, and they were dead.

You didn't even notice you had instinctively closed your eyes. Your blood rushed in your ears, your mind racing.

It all blurred together after that.

Your fingers slid along the fabric of the blanket as you watched the doctors work. They milled around the med bay, speaking to each other in a language you couldn't understand. There was no urgency to their voices, no rush in their steps. No emergencies going on. The calm after the storm. Your gaze lingered on the red sweaters underneath their white coats.

You weren't sure how long you had been laying in that town square with your ears ringing. Staying on the ground had saved your life - the American soldiers must have assumed you were just another corpse among the pile of others they had left. You only came to when you heard new footsteps. You cracked your eyes open.

It was more soldiers, but this group was in a different uniform, one you didn't recognize. They were walking slowly, guns holstered, taking in the devastation that had been left behind in the peaceful little town. Some were crouched beside the bodies of civilians, shoulders slumped and heads hung low in grief.

You would have stayed where you were, stayed silent and unnoticed out of both fear and shock, but your body had other ideas. A sudden, horrible cough wracked your body, one you couldn't have even hoped to hold back. The soldiers, now alerted to the existence of a survivor, were at your side in an instance. One of them gently helped you sit up, keeping a hand on your back as you continued to cough. Another spoke rapidly into a radio, saying words you couldn't understand. You recognized it as the language the locals had been speaking in - likely German.

They had whisked you off into the building you were in now. Introduced themselves as soldiers in a rebel group, calling themselves the Red Army. The same rebel group that had been so prominent in the media, yet you had regretfully ignored.

The last thing you remember is looking at the bodies of the older couple that had been shot by the soldiers.

They were your parents.

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So, here you sat now, in a hospital bed in the small base's medical wing, processing what had happened. You watched the doctors flit around the room, unhurried. They swapped words in German, occasionally glancing over at you to make sure your vitals were still steady - the only patients in the wing were yourself and a soldier with a cold, placed on the other side of the room as you.

All of the soldiers had been kind so far. The ones that found you had all been supportive, insisting on carrying you to their vehicle despite your assurance that you could walk. They had conversed with you on the ride to the base, asking you questions about yourself and telling you things about them. Even involved you in some of the gossip about other soldiers. The doctors and nurses were all gentle, talking to you with soft words and sweet smiles. Checking over you for any injuries, giving you medicine for the bruise you had on your side (you had been thrown to the ground much harder than you realized at the time). They checked in on you periodically, making sure your water glass stayed full and offering you snacks to tide you over until dinner. The nurse that brought you dinner even let you choose what to put on the little television mounted on the wall.

It was a much warmer welcome than you had expected. It made you feel… happy. Cared about.

You liked it.

In the dark of the night, you'd guess midnight, you sat in the quiet medical bay, thinking. The lights were out, all the staff had retired to their own quarters. The soldier with the cold was fast asleep.

Everything that had happened ran through your brain. Thoughts running too fast to hold on to.

You were the only survivor that the soldiers could find.

They tried to reassure you, told you that maybe there were some survivors that had gotten out of town, fled elsewhere. Maybe your siblings were still out there.

You weren't so sure.

It was like a gut feeling, an ache in your heart. Deep down, you knew. They were all gone. You were the only one left.

You just knew.

But there were no tears. Every possible tear that could have fallen evaporated before they even escaped your body, heated by the rage kindling inside of you.

The Red Army soldiers knew that it was the Americans that had attacked, and they knew why it had happened - the Americans had been given information that there was a Red Army base in that town. It was bad information, and the Red Army knew that. But they had never expected the Americans to do this. They had thought they would send a surveillance mission, a small group of spies to scope the base out.

Not a slaughter.

You were angry. Your parents, your family - they had been murdered by the very same military that was meant to protect them. You had no doubt that the superior officer you had seen there would be welcomed home as a hero, given medals with no thoughts of the blood trail he had left.

You were beyond angry. Your entire body felt too hot. It felt like there was a scream trapped in your chest that you could never possibly get out.

You wanted revenge.

And you knew just how to get it.

There was a name, a title, that the soldiers had spoken. Like a rumor, a folktale. Spoken with hushed awe, like a hero of mythology in the same vein as Heracles or Perseus.

The Red Leader.

You knew that he would be the key to getting your revenge.

There, in the dead of the night, as the black sky shown through the window with no stars, no moon, only clouds - something changed in you.

Your mother had always said that you had the same fiery stubbornness as your father. A sturdy, unmovable sense of determination once you had set your mind to something. It was that stubborn determination that fueled the fire inside of you now.

You never imagined that determination would get you all the way to the top.

#eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #eddsworld tord #eddsworld tord x reader #eddsworld red leader x reader #eddsworld red leader #set the world on fire

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Set the World on Fire | Mood Board

[Warning: Images of weaponry, dark images, sharp teeth!]

^^^ This is the song that serves as the main inspiration for this story! (JT Music is one of my guilty pleasures, he makes straight bangers)

Okay, here we go! This is a little peek into what kind of story that Set the World on Fire is going to be!

As you can probably tell, this story is going to be pretty dark, and is going to have themes of violence that are typical for stories about militaries and such.

Reader is going to be an enhanced soldier, done through scientific and chemical means.

One of the main themes of Red Leader and Reader's dynamic is going to be that of a guard dog ready to attack the moment that it's master gives the command.

This story takes place in a world where Red Army has taken over much of Europe already, and it will have a dystopian/futuristic setting to it.

I have like a faint timeline for this story, but I'll mostly be figuring it out as I go! I'm not good at setting up strict timelines for each chapter!

I do have some really exciting ideas for this story, though, and I'm really excited to get started on it and share it with you all! Once I start posting it, I'd love to hear you guys' comments and theories about the series in my inbox!

I'll also be starting a tag for the series on this post and I'll put it on every post relating to the lore of the series, so it's easier to find!

See you all in the prologue! Mwah mwah!

#eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #eddsworld tord #eddsworld tord x reader #eddsworld red leader x reader #eddsworld red leader #set the world on fire #Spotify

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SORRY FOR SPAM POSTING BUT IM AT 52 FOLLOWERS??? HELLO??? IM SOBBING???

I know it's a small number in the grand scheme of the internet, but I never expected to even get any followers???

I'm glad you all enjoy my silly writings so much! It's something that I really love doing and I don't plan on stopping anytime soon!

I love you all, and I hope you'll stick around in the future!! Mwah mwah!! 💚💚💚💚

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Alright, results are in! I'll be starting on Set the World on Fire, a Red Leader x Enhanced Soldier Reader series!

I'll make a post with a few general details and a moodboard to give you all an idea of what kind of series this will be! I'm excited for you all to see it!

#eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #eddsworld tord #eddsworld tord x reader #eddsworld red leader x reader #eddsworld red leader

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I really like the hybrid eddsworld guys :) it was so silly. Do you plan on making more about them?

I'd be willing to, if you guys wanted it!!! Tomorrow night is closing night for the performances (it's been going AMAZING) and I've got a few smaller events through the week, but I should have my usual free time back by next week! So I can start working on whatever series wins the poll and other stuff! If you have any specific questions about the AU, I can happily answer them! I'll also brainstorm with my bestie on some other ideas and headcanons to give you guys!

I'm glad you guys like it so much! I love the silly guys and hybrid stuff is so fun to me! I can also do a switched up version with Hybrid Reader if you guys wanted it?

Let me know in my ask box!!!

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This is not writing related, but just a little piece of trivia from my daily life that I think is fun and interesting.

Currently, I'm at approximately 42 light cues saved onto the light board for this musical that we're doing (Catch Me If You Can). This is the most light cues I have ever done for a single show before!

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THE HYBRID DRABBLE WAS SO GOOD IM ACTUALLY BARKING

OMG THANK YOU!! I originally was trying to put it into like- fully fleshed out story form, but it was taking a really long time and making my brain hurt, so I decided to shorten it into a drabble ! It turned out a lot better, I think.

As a treat, I'll give you guys a few additional tidbits about the AU that I didn't mention:

Since Matt was the first to "find" Reader, he considers himself entitled to the first of the cuddles from her.

That night, where Reader met Tom, before she walked into the kitchen, Tom and Matt had been in human form and had been having a conversation. Tom had come looking for Matt since he'd been missing for two days.

Tord came looking for them both two days later because Edd was pissed that they had both gone missing.

Edd chewed all three of them out as soon as Reader went to work.

All four of them hate every man in Reader's life. In their opinion, none of them can be trusted around THEIR girl. Plus, she doesn't need anyone except them.

Tord's scars from the Lynx are visible when he's in his canine form. Reader is very curious about them but likely assumes they're just from a scuffle with another dog.

Tord is as quiet in canine form as he is in day-to-day life.

Edd herds Reader towards bed if she stays up too late, and will even lightly snap his teeth at her (not aggressively) if she gives him attitude about it.

There was one night that Reader and Edd were the only ones in the living room, watching TV with Edd laying across her legs. Reader swears up and down that his eyes turned neon green when the TV hit them a certain way. Nobody believes her.

Matt is very territorial over his spot on the bed.

He gets huffy when the others play fight too rough. Will leave the fight and sit to the side, fixing his fur and huffing dramatically.

Tord has a bombastic side-eye.

Tom tries to act all macho and keep Matt in line, but it always dissolves into the two of them play fighting.

Tord likes to walk pressed against Reader's legs, circles around her legs when she's standing still, and always sleeps/lays down facing the door.

Edd will join in the play fighting, but if the boys take it too far or Reader wants them to stop, he'll growl or grumble at them.

His dramatics can rival Matt's when it comes to Reader telling him what to do. He'll give her serious attitude that a dog should not be capable of.

The boys are just a smidge perverted - even in this AU. They can't help it! Reader is just so pretty, and she's too ditzy to realize that she shouldn't be walking around the house in a crop top and underwear in broad daylight. Plus, as far as they see it, she doesn't mind. She doesn't kick them out of the bathroom while she's showering, so clearly she's okay with it! Don't think about the fact that she doesn't realize they're anything more than big dogs, it's fine-

#eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #eddsworld tord #eddsworld tord x reader #eddsworld tom #eddsworld matt #eddsworld tom x reader #eddsworld edd #eddsworld matt x reader

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Hybrid Boys AU | Drabble

Warnings: No interactions in their human forms, though those forms are hinted at subtly a few times, perverted boys if you squint, I honestly had fun writing this, let me know if you want to see more of this AU

Words: 2.9k

Author's Note: Heavily inspired by the Call of Duty "Woof Woof" series by charliemwrites ! I love their writing and I highly recommend checking it out!

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Imagine being someone living a perfectly normal, content life. You have your own little house, a place just for you, that sits right on the edge of the woods. You have a comfortable job that pays well and isn't too mentally or physically demanding - hell, you could even say you even liked your job.

It was your day off, a day completely to yourself. All of your household chores were done, communication with your job was muted until tomorrow. You had the entire day to laze around. And that is exactly what you did. It was rainy and gloomy and sleepy, so there was no reason to leave your bed for a long time. Drifting in and out of sleep, watching Tik Toks, and reading on your phone. It wasn't until probably around noon that you finally dragged yourself out of bed to eat. Since you were planning on cooking something big for dinner, you had something simple and easy for lunch.

After that, you decided to treat yourself and do some self care. Everything shower, shaving your legs, skin care, and repainting your nails. You finished it all around 3 p.m. and, dressed in fresh lounge clothes, you made yourself a comfortable little spot on the couch to binge through one of your favorite shows until dinner time.

That's when Prince showed up.

Not the singer. He has nothing to do with this.

Prince was the name of the big, orange wolfdog that you found in your backyard that day. He had gotten your attention with his barking. None of your neighbors had any dogs that you knew of, so there was no reason there should have been any dogs in your yard. So, you went to investigate.

The dog looked pitiful, soaking wet and covered in mud. He had been barking at one of the puddles of mud that the rain had created in your grassy yard. It had made you laugh, because he almost seemed… offended? Like he was yelling angrily at the puddle.

He must have heard you laughing, because his focused turned to you. For a few minutes, you and the dog just stared at each other through the glass. Then, he 'boof'ed. He didn't really seem aggressive…

Naturally, you opened the door.

Maybe baby talking a random wolfdog - that likely came out of the nearby woods - wasn't the best idea. But hey, you weren't exactly known for making good ideas. Why would you need to think when there was a big, gorgeous dog just waiting to be pet?

Not that the dog seemed to mind. He accepted your pets happily, despite your caution approaching it. Your sister was a dog trainer and had taught you years ago how to properly introduce yourself to a wild dog. You went through every step, keeping your distance, angling yourself away from him, extending your hand without looking at him, staying completely still, etc. It wasn't necessary, though, because as soon as he got a sniff of your hand, he was all over you.

About 30 minutes later, you were standing in your kitchen looking at a freshly dried, freshly fed Prince laying on the cool tile. You had decided to name him that due to the majestic way he walked and because after you got the mud out of his fur, you had to practically drag him away from the mirror. You had never heard of a narcissistic dog, but boy, did this dog love looking at his reflection.

You called up your sister after that, chatting with her on speaker phone as you cooked pasta for dinner. Based on the picture you sent her and the verbal description of the way Prince was acting, she gave you tips and advice on how to properly care for your new dog. You felt yourself grimacing at the news that you would need to give him a mainly raw meat based diet. Raw meat, regular grooming, mental stimulation, plenty of exercise, and, of course, lots and lots of love. Once the phone call was over, you sighed and sat down on the couch with your bowl. Only to be met with Prince with his chin on the couch cushions, staring intently at your food.

Damn the dog distribution system.

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It was two days later that Monster came into your life.

Prince had proved himself to be quite the cuddle-bug. Every second that you weren't at work, he was practically glued to your legs. Every night, you would step out of the shower to find him waiting outside the bathroom door. (The first night, he had tried to push his way past you to follow you into the bathroom, then whined like a baby when you closed the door in his face.) Every bedtime, he jumped up onto your mattress and made himself comfortable in the crook of your legs.

That's why you thought it was odd when you woke up without him.

It was the middle of the night, and your groggy brain struggled to catch up with the present. The bedside clock read 1:45 a.m., though the numbers were blurry. Why were you awake? Oh, yeah. There had been a dog barking. Prince? No, it sounded muffled, like it was outside.

Where was Prince?

You figured he must have gone off to investigate the barking. After a moment, you exhaled deeply, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes.

It would probably be a good idea to bring him back to bed, so he doesn't try to pick a fight with whatever stray is in the yard.

As you climbed out of bed and stumbled towards the door (you didn't bother to put on any further clothes, since your neighbors weren't close enough to see you - leaving you in a crop top and underwear) you didn't think about how quiet the house was now. In your half asleep daze, you didn't register that the barking had stopped. Nor did you pick up what sounded like hushed murmurs coming from the kitchen - which ceased altogether when you yawned loudly.

No, when you stepped into your kitchen, the cold tile raising goosebumps along your arms, all you saw was Prince standing in front of the sliding glass door and a brand new dog standing on the other side. This one was smaller than Prince, but still big enough to be recognized as a wolfdog. It had light brown fur and impossibly dark eyes. Oddly, you got the feeling that it was glaring at you.

Upon your arrival, Prince sneezed softly - his version of a snobby huff. Only acknowledging him with a hand through his fur, you passed by him and crouched in front of the glass. The dog on the other side took a wary half step back. This one wasn't going to be as trusting as Prince was. No matter. You knew how to handle this.

With a hum, you stood and walked off to the other side of the kitchen. The two dogs watched you curiously as you dug through the fridge for a moment.

Prince barked in indignation when you walked back over with a container of deli ham. You giggled as you had to keep him pushed away while opening the door. The new dog moved back onto the grass as you stepped out, though he stayed at the edge of the porch. Eyeing you.

You set the food down on the concrete, as close to him as you could get, before moving away from it. You stood flush to the glass doors, ignoring how Prince was pawing and whining for your attention.

You watched as the brown dog's eyes slid from you to the food and back again, before very slowly inching closer. You made sure to stay still.

It sniffed around for a few seconds, then dug in.

After that, you had no trouble getting him to follow you into the house.

Seemed like the way into his heart was through food.

It wasn't too long after getting him properly wiped down that you wandered back to bed and fell back to sleep with the familiar weight of Prince beside you, now joined by another.

Later, you'd blame it on sleep, but his slightly intimidating appearance prompted you to settle on the name Monster.

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Soldier made an appearance another two days later.

You had finally found the time to go to the store, after being swamped with work and having two big dogs to take care of. On the bright side, Prince and Monster got along great. Sometimes you thought they actually knew each other, with the way they acted. Whenever Prince was swarming you and pushing against your legs, Monster would bark and nip at him. Though, that would just turn into the two of them play fighting.

It was already dark by the time you stumbled through the door with too many bags hanging off your arms. You had to buy two collars, two sets of dog bowls, plenty of non-destructible toys, treats, chews, and food that would fit their wild appetites. If your sister hadn't been on shift when you decided to come in, you would have been hopelessly lost within the aisles of the pet store. You made a mental note to get her an extra special gift this coming birthday.

You hummed softly as you set all the bags on the kitchen table, too lost in your thoughts to notice an obvious lack of dogs swarming you. You had decided to get Prince a lilac collar and Monster a deep blue one.

A particularly aggressive bark from Monster caught your attention. He never barked like that, not even at Prince. Your blood went cold. What could have gotten Monster that riled up? Why was Prince not barking? Where were the two of them?

Calling out for them resulted in a scrambling of claws against tile. Your boys came out of the hallway, tails wagging and perfectly okay. You leaned down to pet Prince when you suddenly stopped in your tracks. Standing in the hallway was… a third dog. This one was bigger than both Prince and Monster, with caramel colored fur that stuck up in some places. Its eyes were… strikingly silver, gluing your feet to the floor.

A third wolfdog? How did it get into your house? Why were Prince and Monster acting so calm now, after Monster had barked like that?

You barely registered Prince bumping against you, too busy tracking the newest dog's every move. It walked through your kitchen nonchalantly, sniffing the shopping bags as if it had lived here its entire life. It didn't seem to be acting threateningly in any way. The opposite, in fact - it was probably the most relaxed one of all of you.

Prince sniffed your cheek, the loud inhale of air next to your ear bringing you back to reality.

Hesitantly, you cooed at the new dog, holding your hand out to it. You made sure to keep your eyes on the floor, as to not provoke it. From the corner of your eye, you watched the dog stop and stare at your hand. Less warily than Monster had been, but still on guard, it walked closer and sniffed at your hand. You felt its nose move from your palm to your wrist to your forearm, before moving back down and running its tongue along your wrist. The cold sensation made you involuntarily giggle.

As unnerving as this third dog looked, it seemed perfectly calm.

After setting out food for the newest addition, you went about wrangling Prince and Monster to get their collars on. Prince was as happy-go-lucky as ever, but Monster seemed off. He seemed tense. Which, on the surface, is a weird thing to say. But these dogs had proved to be the most expressive animals you had ever met. The emotions displayed in their actions could almost be mistaken as human. Monster kept looking back at the new dog every so often, ears twitching or huffing softly before turning back to you.

After the three were settled down, you had a moment to think.

Prince was settled on top of your legs, Monster just shy of your feet. The new dog was laying on the rug, facing the front door attentively. Almost like a guard dog.

Or… a soldier.

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Life with your three wolfdogs was turning out to be hectic.

It had really only been a week since Prince had shown up at your door, yet here you were with three of them. Prince and Monster hadn't changed, still tussling whenever they had the chance. Soldier didn't really bother to stop them, though he nipped and snapped if they got too close to him.

You noticed a couple of things about Soldier. Firstly, he was quiet. You hadn't heard him bark or growl at all. Sure, he would sneeze and huff, nip at the other two or snap playfully at your fingers for treats. But he was never vocal. The second thing you noticed is that he was always alert. If not for his lack of a collar or chip, you'd have thought he was someone's security dog.

The three of them seemed to be best friends. However, sometimes it proved to be a disadvantage to you.

Like when you were trying to shower.

Unlike when it was just Prince, you couldn't keep them out of the bathroom. Even if you tried, you could only push one of them away while the other two simply slipped past you. After a couple of times, you stopped trying.

The weirdos just sat there while you showered. All laid down on the floor, just outside of the glass shower door. You brushed it off as them simply being clingy. They probably liked the cold tile, too.

Prince had just gotten done licking the condensation off the glass, when they all suddenly sat at attention. Even Monster woke up from his nap, staring at the door alongside the other two. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked in that direction, trying to figure out what had caught their attention.

A loud bark from outside sounded. The three dogs all scrambled to their feet racing out the door - ignoring your protests. With a sigh, you shut off the water and grabbed your towel to follow.

You wanted to hit your head on the wall. Here you were, dripping water all over your kitchen floor, wrapped in only a towel after a perfectly good shower had been cut short.

Loitering outside of your kitchen was a fourth wolfdog. This one was the biggest of the four of them, bulky with chocolate brown fur and eyes to match. By the time you had actually gotten out to the kitchen, Prince, Monster, and Soldier had just been sitting in the kitchen, staring at him. You felt like you had just walked into the middle of a members-only meeting.

The final dog shifted its focus onto you when you walked in. You would almost call its gaze scrutinizing, like it was judging you. You stared back.

After a few moments, the dog chuffed. It pawed at the door, not even struggling to reach the door handle. You chewed on your bottom lip, deliberating. Was it really a smart idea to let this random, massive dog in? Nothing bad had happened the first three times that you did it. But that luck couldn't last forever, could it? Could this dog be the one to get aggressive, to attack you and possibly inflict major injury?

For some reason, your gut told you it wasn't. That it wouldn't.

You decided to trust that feeling.

You let the dog in.

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Superhero turned out to be the leader of the four.

That's the only way you could explain it. The other three seemed to naturally listen to him. They followed him on walks, behaved when he snapped at them. That's not to say he was set apart from them. He still played with them, still joined the cuddle piles. But there was a clear sense of respect. Some innate canine instinct that recognized him as some sort of pack alpha.

Maybe that's why you butt heads with him so often.

It sounds ridiculous on paper; getting into arguments with a dog. But Superhero had some serious attitude. Your best guess was that he wasn't used to someone challenging his authority, or trying to boss him around.

But you weren't one to give in, either.

There were times where he would try to herd you in a certain way, trying to get you to go where he wanted, if he deemed your destination unsatisfactory. You would always push back, clicking your tongue and glaring at him.

You even had your sister come visit to see if she could find a way to train it out of him. She couldn't even get him to crack.

So you were stuck with a dog that would mouth off to you every time you tried to get him to do something.

Oh, well. At least you would always have something warm to cuddle. Or several somethings.

Your life was going to be so much more interesting now.

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[c0la-queen]

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[c0la-queen]

Heya, I just sort of stumbled across your blog and I’m genuinely so impressed by how good your writing is! I ended up binge reading a bunch of your works lol. I was wondering if I could request something for Eddsworld? Honestly, your last Tord piece has been stuck in my mind so I was thinking of a situation where the reader is either uncomfortable because of some other guy or even something more dangerous like being followed and Tord ends up being involved. I know it’s really cliche but I’m interested in how he would handle it and what he would prioritise first. Obviously, I know you’re gonna be busy for a while so don’t feel pressured to get this done soon or at all if you don’t feel up to it. Hope you have a wonderful day/night ❤️

HIII OMG reading this made me so giddy!! I had free time this weekend and your request got my neurons firing so I HAD to write a piece for this right away!!! Thank you so much for your sweet words, and I hope you enjoy it! Mwah mwah!

Scary Dog Privilege | Tord x Reader

Warnings: Creepy incel guy, heavy misogyny, homophobia if you squint, I cringed writing this guy, Tord makes a threat

Words: ~1.9k

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The windows were down on Tord's car, letting the breeze in. It whipped your hair around, sometimes blowing a few strands into your face. It only made you giggle. A huff to your right drew your attention to the driver's side. Tord had one hand on the wheel, his other arm rested on the windowsill. His vape was in his hand.

"What are you laughing about over there?"

He blew a cloud out of the window before answering you.

"You're being silly. It's cute."

You settled back in your seat as you came to a stop at a red light. Without the rumble of the engine, the music playing from the speaker floated out into the town around you. You glanced at the display screen on the radio. fuK u lol by CORPSE. Your head bobbed as you took in the sights of the town. There was an older couple in the lane beside you. The woman seemed to be eyeing you suspiciously. It didn't bother you, though. You looked down, smoothing down the fabric of your outfit. White skirt, black tights, strawberry cardigan, and pink converse. Heart shaped earrings danged from your ears, and a matching heart shaped purse was at your feet. You felt cute and happy. Tord had, at least, put on a different outfit for your date, rather than wearing his usual red hoodie combo. It was still red themed, but you didn't expect any less. If your boys were anything, they were consistent.

You and Tord had always been opposites in most things. He was all doom and gloom, ice cold glares, vapes and cigarettes, black clothes and heavy rock music. He was blunt, he seemed apathetic, and often was rude. You were energetic and sweet. You loved bright colors and cutesy things. Cake and frappes with lots of whipped cream. You loved to share compliments with others, had a big heart, and cared deeply for others. That's not to say that you and Tord were incompatible - your relationship had been going strong for a couple of years now. Your opposite traits seemed to balance each other out. When you got too overwhelmed or worked up, he was there to douse you with a healthy round of realism, grounding you back to the present and calming you down. You were there when he started to feel like he wasn't himself, when he started to slip back into the person he was forced to be in the cold winters of Norway, you reminded him of the warmth of home.

And, over time, you developed similarities. Before you met him, you had dipped your toes into anime, but he let you watch them with him and soon it became a tradition of yours to binge-watch shows together. Tord had stopped drawing since high school, but watching you mindlessly doodle on blank paper while he tinkered away at his work desk reminded him of the joy it had brought him as a teen - so he started again. Plus, he had a brand new muse this time. Or if there was things that one of you enjoyed doing that wasn't quite the other's thing, that was okay too. Tord would sit at the kitchen table while you baked, scrolling away on his phone and occasionally showing you Tik Toks that you'd like. You would sit on his lap while he played PC games, either playing calmer games on your Switch or watching his gameplay until you fell asleep.

It looked strange to others, but for you and Tord, it worked.

You zoned back in as the car pulled into a parking space. Tord turned to you as he parked.

"Where'd you go, hm?"

"Nowhere. Just thinking of you."

Tord gave you a scrutinizing look, attempting to see if you were lying to him or not. (He always said you had a knack for downplaying your feelings. You insisted you had no idea what he was talking about.) Seemingly satisfied with what he found, he hummed and shut off the engine. You climbed out of the car, stretching out your legs.

The manga store that you and Tord liked to frequent was only a 20 minute ride into town from your neighborhood. It wasn't a little hole-in-the-wall, five sets of aisles in a tiny room type of place. This store was actually fairly popular, seeing an average flow of customers throughout the day. It helped that the owners had implemented a café area, where you could order anime character themed drinks.

The girl working the café counter waved at the two of you as you walked in. You smiled and waved as you walked over. She was familiar with you, since she worked on a lot of the days that you came in. You and her got along really well.

"Hi, Ruby! You dyed your hair a new color! The lavender looks really good on you."

"Thank you! I did love the red, but it was starting to get a little boring for me. Thought I'd spice it up."

She set down the equipment she was cleaning and walked over to the register.

"You guys gonna have your usual or do you wanna try something new?"

Tord was likely going to just have his usual drink, but you decided to give a new drink a chance. You looked up at Tord.

"I wanna try the Squirtle Sour Candy Boba."

He nodded, then ushered you off to the aisles. That's how things usually went during your outings here. He'd order your drinks while you went wandering off into the aisles, and he'd find you after the drinks were ready. It had taken a bit of argument between the two of you for you to give up trying to pay for your own drinks - he was just as stubborn as you were sometimes. You came to a compromise, though, when he let you buy your own manga and merch.

As usual, your first pit stop was to the romance manga. There weren't too many other customers - an older alt couple looking at the Jojo manga, a teenage boy at the BL section, and a small group of teenage girls giggling softly in the isekai aisle. You hummed softly as you looked over the covers, seeing if anything new caught your eye. You stopped once you reached the section you were looking for. Komi Can't Communicate.

You crouched down so you were level with the more recent volumes. Most of the time, you bought three volumes at a time. You huffed softly when you realized that this time, they were missing one of the ones you needed. Volumes 12, 13, and 15 were there - but no volume 14. With an exasperated sigh, you reached out and picked up volume 12, only to nearly drop it when a voice startled you.

"You know, there are more tasteful series that you'd probably enjoy more than that one."

You looked to your right. Someone had walked into the aisle with you when you weren't paying attention. It was a man, looking to be in around his 30s or so. You could feel yourself fight back a physical reaction to his appearance, and not in a good way. He had on what you could recognize as a Deadpool shirt on underneath a black zip-up hoodie that looked like it hadn't been washed in far too long. The ensemble was topped off perfectly with a leather necklace cord and a metal pendant that you would've guessed was a Naruto symbol of some kind (admittedly, you had never watched Naruto, and Tord mentioned that it wasn't really worth it in his opinion.)

Alarm bells were going off in your head at the sight of him.

"Oh. Is that so?"

As you stood up straight, you gave him a smile that you hoped wasn't too obviously forced. If he noticed, he didn't care.

"Since you're here by yourself, clearly you're a female of sense. You should start off with Dragon Ball. It is the very zenith of anime culture, and anyone who hasn't experienced it doesn't deserve to call themselves an anime fan."

Your alarm bells got louder.

"Actually, um, I know what Dragon Ball is. I've watched it since I was little - my older sibling showed it to me."

You hated the way an excited glint flashed across the man's eyes. He stepped a little closer to you.

"It seems I was right about you. You do have taste. It's not every day I meet a female who is familiar with real anime. Usually its only females who have been brainwashed by social media to think that they're bisexual, who come in here to read trash like Haikyu."

He stepped closer again. You tried to subtly shift backwards.

"Shows like that shouldn't even be categorized as anime. Its all woke propaganda that makes females change their dating standards for submissive men. But I can tell that you're different. You-"

"There you are."

Something solid and warm pressed against your back. You felt yourself immediately relax in Tord's presence. Turning to him, you gratefully took your drink from his hand.

His eyes weren't on you.

Tord was staring down the man in front of you, eyes the color of cold steel. He was easily taller than the other man, and definitely stronger. The man seemed to cower slightly.

"I was, uh, just talking to the lovely girl here-"

Tord cut him off by saying your name. Only when you tilted your head back to him did he finally glance at you.

"Get your other two volumes."

He didn't need to tell you twice. Ignoring the now blubbering man, who was once again the focus of Tord's piercing gaze, you dipped down and grabbed volumes 13 and 15. You could look for 14 some other time.

"Go to the plushie aisle. I'll meet you there."

You only spared one last glance at the man before slipping past Tord, heading around to the aisle filled with plushies and other merch. You couldn't see or hear Tord and the man, and you weren't sure you wanted to.

Standing in front of the bin of plushies, you slid your phone out of your purse and pulled up your private messages with Edd. You typed out a quick message to him.

'Tord might beat a guy to death.'

Edd, who was working on some commissions today, replied fast.

'Nothing new. What was it this time?'

'Creepy guy wouldn't leave me alone. Gave off incel vibes.'

'Yikes. I'm on Tord's side. Hope he kicks the guy's ass.'

Before you could continue the chat, you felt arms wrap around your waist. Tord rested his chin against your shoulder.

"You shouldn't tattle on me to Edd."

"Edd doesn't care, as long as you don't get yourself hurt. What did you do to the dude?"

Tord huffed. He was grumpy.

"Told him that if he was ever a creep to you again, I'd saw his balls off with a rusty scalpel and shove them down his throat. It was effective. He ran away, like a little bitch."

Despite it all, you couldn't help but giggle. You turned, and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

"My hero. Let's go look at the Jujutsu Kaisen section."

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[c0la-queen]

Hey! Just to let you guys know, my writing might be on pause for a little bit - it's musical season for my theatre program and I'm the head light tech, so the next two months is gonna be pretty busy for me, and I've got college classes and exams coming up as well! I'll try to get some writing out where I can, but I just wanted to let you guys know I'm not internet-dead and that I'm all fine! Feel free to keep sending in requests and I'll get to them when I can!!

Love you all!!! Mwah, mwah!! 💚

[c0la-queen]

Obsessed with the idea of Tord with a darling who is the complete opposite of him. Pink and black relationship type vibes. He's all brooding and ice cold glares, bitter coffee and heavy metal songs. But you. You're energetic and always have a bright smile to share, sweet frappes topped with more whipped cream and caramel than actual coffee and love songs like Laufey. It's a very odd sight when encountered in the wild, but you two have learned to ignore the double takes you get when you go to the local anime/manga place together.

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[c0la-queen]

I absolutely LOVE your writing, it's so nice to see eddsworld content especially this good <33 can I request Tord with a very shy partner? No pressure ofc, take your time!

Thank you!!! My neurons were absolutely firing with this piece, for realsies. It may not be exaactly what you envisioned? And I was trying not to make the Reader be the stereotypical "uwu im so shy sowwy" kind of shy? You know what I mean? Either way, I hope you enjoy, and if its not quite what you wanted, PLEASE feel free to send me an inbox message letting me know !!!

Run, Rabbit, Run. | Tord x Shy! Reader

Warnings: Mostly Tord's POV, not the fluffiest? it has a happy ending, but Tord is naturally a kind of fucked-up person.

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Tord had a problem.

He doesn't have problems often, and certainly not problems he can't solve.

It wasn't every day that he wanted to be around someone - craved it. He acted like he only tolerated his roommates, kept the truth locked away under thick layers of steel.

But you. He sought you out, needed you like it ached. Your presence.

You, however, ran from him. Every time. Fled like a rabbit that had caught a glimpse of the stalking wolf. Scurried back to your burrow, safe and protected by densely packed earth. Where he could not reach you. It grinded at his patience, made him clench his jaw hard enough to crack a tooth. He walked into a room, you found an excuse to walk out. It was a constant among the chaos and unpredictability of their house.

The one thing that he needed like a dying man, and he couldn't have it. You wouldn't give it to him.

A problem.

He was going to fix this problem, if it meant the death of him.

And who was he but a stubborn man?

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His opportunity came during a lazy Sunday afternoon.

The other three were all out, running errands and such. You were still home. Doing laundry, from the sound of it. He wasn't surprised, you liked to use Sunday as the day to do your household chores, reset for the coming week - not that he had been paying attention to your habits. No. Just coincidence.

From the garage, he could hear you. The wall that his workbench sat against was one that was shared with the laundry room, so it wasn't difficult. If he sat still, focused enough, he could practically imagine it. You, in your crop t-shirt and little sleep shorts that you always wore when you did laundry. Hair pushed out of your face. Dancing along to the music that he could hear playing from your phone - doing those silly, awkward dance moves that you did when you thought nobody was looking.

He wanted to be there. It was selfish, he knew. But that little undamaged piece of him sitting in his chest longed to join you. Insert himself into the little life that you had carved out for yourself in their house. Slot his own being so nicely beside your peace and quiet. You were so… unlike him. You were soft, sweet. Like the skolebrød of his childhood. You were vanilla and sugar. Unmarred by anything horrible in the world. That self-centered part of him wanted to take. To clamp his jaws down around your hind legs and sink his teeth in when you tried to escape.

Tord was moving before he even realized it.

You had moved out of the laundry room. Your music faded as you walked further into the house. If he remembered correctly (That phrase tasted bittersweet on his tongue. As much as he craved you, he didn't want to admit how actively he was chasing you. A wolf that resented the rabbit.) you would set about doing the dishes after depositing your empty laundry basket in your bedroom.

His mouth was dry. So he moved to the kitchen. To get water. (That's what he would tell you. That's what he would tell anybody who asked.)

The switch from the garage to the house was always jarring to the senses. The garage was cold, unprotected from the autumn chill. But the house was warm. Welcoming. Safe. (You were inside.) It was like sitting under a hot shower after catching hypothermia.

He stopped in the doorway.

There you were. In the kitchen. Dishwasher open. Your smartwatch was discarded on the kitchen table alongside your phone and water bottle. Music was still playing from the device's speakers. You were, just as he guessed, wearing your crop tee and shorts. (The collar was hanging low on one of your shoulders, bearing the skin to his vision. His hands itched.) You hadn't noticed him yet. Little rabbit unaware of the danger that lurks in the forest underbrush.

It was something beautiful watching you in your own little world. In public, you were so small. Reserved. Put a cork on your personality so that nobody could truly see who you were. To you, it felt like security. If nobody had access to your identity, then nobody could take it away. Nobody could judge you. Even home, with the boys, you were less than yourself. Not to the same degree, but still limited. They didn't take offense to it, they knew it wasn't you distrusting them. It's just how you were. But here, when you thought you were alone? The cork was removed and he loved to watch the bottle overflow.

You spun on your heel and nearly dropped the bowls in your hand from how hard you flinched at the sight of him. He could see the way that you drew in to yourself, made yourself smaller.

"Oh, um, hey. Tord. I didn't… realize you were home."

There was something tight in his chest at the way you looked so nervous. You shifted in your spot, looked anywhere but at him. He wanted you to look at him.

"I am."

You only answered with a soft 'oh' before turning back to the dishwasher. He remained still, watching. Clearly, you were looking for a way out, a chance to flee. Something he wasn't going to let happen.

"I should probably-"

"You keep avoiding me."

Your head shot up, looking up at him with wide, pretty eyes. He dug his fingernails into his palms.

"What? No, no I haven't- I haven't been-"

"Do not lie to me."

It was cruel, yes, but it gave him the desired effect. You clammed up immediately. Shoulders slumped. Gave him just a little inch, but that was all he needed to take a mile. He stepped closer. You stepped back.

A snarling, drooling, hungry wolf, closing in on its prey.

Your back hit the counter. He stepped forward again.

A trembling little rabbit, cornered with nowhere to go.

He stopped a foot away from you.

"I have tolerated this for months. For months I have watched you run from the sight of me alone. As if the very idea of being in the same room as me is too much for you to bear. Do you even have any idea what you do to me? Do you know how it kills me?"

He could feel the way that you tensed up. A spike of anger stuck into his chest, burning hot. You weren't looking at him. You were looking at your shoes again. He forced his words out of his throat in the form of a growl.

"For fuck's sake, look at me. Look at- Look. At. Me."

Frustration boiled over, bubbling and spilling over the sides of the pot and he wasn't able to put the lid on it fast enough. He reached up and grabbed your jaw, holding it firmly between his index and thumb. Forced your eyes to focus on him. Only him.

A sick part of him preened at the little gasp that came out of your throat.

But you kept your eyes on him. Good girl.

"Tell me why you have been avoiding me."

His voice was softer now. He hated how much pain he could hear in it. How it trembled. He had hoped you wouldn't notice. But you did. Your mouth opened. Then closed. You swallowed thickly. Then you spoke.

"I thought…. thought you didn't like me."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Him? Not like you? How could you think that? He could only hate you as much as a hunter hates Mother Earth for blessing him with food.

"You just… always seem so.. annoyed at me whenever I try to talk to you. And you never really… really talk back.. Just kinda… give short answers. I thought you found me annoying. I didn't want to keep annoying you. So I just… just backed off…."

He took a moment to process that. Let it all sink in.

He couldn't help it.

Tord began to laugh.

Through his laughter, he noticed you pout, heard a soft whine leave you. A groan ripped through his laugh at the sight. As if his body was working on autopilot, he surged forward. Pressed his lips to yours. He felt your gasp against his lips, then felt your melt into the kiss. You kissed back.

When his oxygen began to run short, he pulled away. Not too far, though. Kept his forehead pressed flush to yours. Took in the sight of you. You, panting softly, lips swollen from the kiss. Looking up at him through your pretty eyelashes.

"I have never hated you, kjære. I am… aloof. I have a resting bitch face. You are not the first person I have unnerved. But.. you are the first that I have wanted to be close to. If you would have me."

Courtesy. Formality. Tord was a stubborn man, and when he managed to get a taste of blood, he clamped his jaws down tight and didn't let go.

And this rabbit laid down in his teeth willingly.

You smiled.

"I'd like that. Yeah."

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RAGHHHHHHHHH

Could you ever so kind and provide some general dating Headcannons for all the four boys?? 🥺👉👈

Maybe some extra with red leader or someone else if you’re fine with that??? 🥺💜

Mwah mwah you have amazing work <3 /p

Oh my gods I am SO sorry that this is so late!! For some reason, Mr. Tumblr decided not to notify me about your ask?? And then I was at my bestie's house this weekend, so I haven't checked my inbox until now. Begging for your forgiveness rn Anon!!

Also literally kissing you for asking for Red Leader!! Mwah, mwah!!

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Edd

If you are dating Edd... girlie I am so sorry for your sanity.

Don't get me wrong, I love Edd! He was my first Eddsworld love, my pookie bear for real! But he's the biggest bastard of the entire gang and I stand by that.

Calls you dumb pet names to try and make you laugh. Sugar Tits (regardless of gender or lack thereof, might I add), Baby Doll, Sexy.

He WILL grab/slap your ass all the time. Even in public. Only grins when you glare at him.

This man is a horrible influence. It will be so hard to get your shit done if he has decided that you need to be spending time with him. Why worry about work or chores when you could be all cuddled up with him and Ringo on the couch?

Will sulk if you reject his attempts.

If he's trying to get shit done and you're pestering him for attention? He will drop his basket of laundry or the dishes in his hands in a millisecond.

If he's working on a commission or animation, he'll let you sit in his lap in his chair, let you sit all pretty for him while he works. When he finishes, if you've fallen asleep by then -which you usually do - then he'll carefully move you both to his bed and snuggle up to you and take a nap with you.

Speaking of cuddling, he does naturally run hot. Comes with being a big boy <3 But if you don't enjoy that, then he'll use his powers to cool down his skin for you. Anything to keep cuddling!

He also uses his powers whenever possible. Will abuse them without shame. He puts things on the highest shelf, just so you have to him for help. He'll put patches of ice on the floor under your feet, just so he can catch you before you fall (he'll never let you actually get hurt), and uses his super strength to scoop you up randomly and carry you around.

You cannot show your text messages to ANYONE. He will say filthy things, just to fluster you. Horny Bastard. Finds ways to turn even the most mundane conversations into teasing.

He'd do cute couple things with you, like painting together and swapping canvases every 5 minutes. His favorite is going to cat cafes. The cats literally love him, its like he's made of catnip with how they swarm him.

Physical affection is a huge thing with him. Even little touches throughout the day, like ruffling your hair as he passes by, or a big hug from behind while you fix food.

Overall, big teddy bear that just likes to see his darling blush.

Tom

As I've stated in previous works, Tom is a secret romantic.

He's not a traditional romantic like Matt, but he's romantic in his own way.

Likes parallel play a lot. Finds it relaxing to just sit in his room, testing new songs on his bass while you lay on his bed reading a book. Or in your room, lounging on one of your plush beanbag and organizing his Spotify playlists while you fold your laundry.

Dates with him consist of record stores, concerts, and late night walks.

He'll sing for you if you ask him to.

Very down to earth, both as a person and as a boyfriend. If you have problems, he'll listen patiently until you're done, then help you brainstorm solutions. He doesn't downplay or ignore your feelings, but he doesn't jump to emotions like others might.

He tends to sleep in late on his nights off, since he's more of a night owl than anything. You know that, so you've made it a little tradition to fix him coffee around 11. You know exactly how he takes it, and he always thanks you with a kiss on the cheek and a sleepy, mumbled "you're the best."

Very caring. He'll make sure you've eaten and had water. Will usher you to bed if he can see that you're tired, or do your chores for you if you can't do them for whatever reason. If you can't sleep, he'll make you a mug of chamomile tea and sing you a little lullaby.

When it comes to his monster tendencies, he tries to keep you away from it all. He's bitter about what he is, and he thinks that you're better off separated from that side of him.

At the start of relationship, he'd get angry if you tried to push it. He'd snap at you, distance himself, not talk to you for maybe a couple of days. Further on in the relationship, though, if you push the issue and reassure him that you love every side of him, even the monstrous one, then he'd be more willing. Willing to let you in, to let you see that part of him. He'd be nervous about it, but he'd do it because he loves you.

Matt

He is a traditional romantic! His Mama raised him right, and he drinks his Respect Juice.

Makes sure you two have date night at least once every week. Dressing up nice, going out to dinner or a play, taking a walk through the town to wind down the night. Heading back into the house, changing back into comfortable clothes. He'd wipe your makeup off for you, if you wear it.

Absolutely the kind of guy to get down on his knees in front of you and unbuckle/untie your shoes or high heels for you. He's just so devotional.

If, for whatever reason, you guys are unable to have your date night, he'll make it up to you in some way. A bouquet of your favorite flowers sitting on your bed with a little note. A passionate kiss before one of you has to leave the house. A heartfelt love letter sealed with wax.

Makes sure to text you throughout the day with sweet messages. Compliments, "I love you"s, selfies, updates on what is happening at work. Or just reminders that he's thinking of you. Misses you.

Likes to cook meals for you if its just the two of you at home. Breakfast is his forte, but he's not the worst at following a recipe.

Always amazing for advice. He'll let you talk to him while he hugs you from behind. If it's something sad, he might cry. Just the idea of you going through something negative makes him sad, too.

If he doesn't have advice for you, he'd do anything in his power to find someone who does. One of the other roommates, or even his mother, if you're comfortable with it.

Speaking of his mother, she absolutely adores you. Since Matt has such a good relationship with her, he's already told her so much about you. She thinks its wonderful that her baby has fallen in love. After a while, Matt will even bring you along to his lunches with his mother. You two hit it off instantly.

If you're okay with it, then Matt would love to show you off on his social media. He thinks you're so gorgeous, the entire world should know that he managed to land you. Its never anything invasive, and he always gets your permission before he posts things. Blocks any weird or gross comments.

Loves going on shopping dates with you. Most of the time, its at the mall or a mall in a different town, because he loves walking around and window shopping. Occasionally, he'll take you to more expensive stores. It doesn't bother him, he loves spoiling you. No matter where you two are, he'll buy you anything that you want. If you are adamant to spend your own money, he won't put up too much of a fuss, though he does prefer to pay for you.

He'll do that couples trend with you where you find nail polish that matches the other's eye color.

Gift giving is just one of his love languages in general. It makes him so happy to give his loved one things that he bought. For you specifically, he'll also throw in hand made gifts. He may not be the most talented artistically, but he'll stay awake late into the night, sitting on the floor with a YouTube tutorial playing, paper and cardboard scattered around, a pencil between his teeth, paint on his hands and smeared on his cheek. The end result may look a little crude, but he'll still present it to you with pride. And, of course, you always love it.

Tord

Tord is probably the most romantically stunted of the four. Its not that he doesn't love you, far from it really. He just grew up in an environment where love wasn't freely given, and was often limited for appearances.

His father, as the Red Leader, insisted that he keep a professional and feared image. So, Tord never saw him being affectionate with his mother.

It might be hard at first. You'll struggle. You two may fight. But you'll always make up in the end. He'll listen to you, try to understand your point of view.

He's not against physical affection, but he's able to live without it. Will indulge you whenever you ask. If he's busy, which he usually is, he'll let you drape yourself over him from behind while he sits in his chair, letting you rest your cheek on the top of his head and watch him work.

More than anything, his love language is words of affirmation. Despite being a man of few words, he'll always give you praise. He'll make sure you know that you are his, he is yours, and he loves you. Nothing will change that.

Scary dog privilege. He'll always walk just behind you in public, keeping a guiding hand on the small of your back. Stays alert of you surroundings and the people around, so that you don't have to. You don't even have to worry about people approaching you in public. One piercing glare from Tord is enough to deter anyone.

Not the best at giving advice to problems. He'll listen, but sometimes he can't quite understand why something is an issue. Doesn't invalidate your feelings on purpose, it just happens inadvertently at times. Always, ALWAYS apologizes and holds you close when he realizes what he did.

His preferred dates are nights in at home. Cuddled up on the couch with takeout watching shitty rom-coms. Cooking food that he ate growing up in Norway while you sit at the kitchen table watching. Going to the convenience store at midnight to get Ben and Jerry's in the middle of anime binges.

You become his crutch. When he's having bad paranoia on nights that are too quiet, he'll seek you out. Just having you lay in bed with him, warm and solid and breathing, always calms him down.

He will never let you meet his parents. You are one of the very few good things in his life, and he wants to keep that away from his fucked up home life. Might let you meet his little sister, but not for a long time.

Surprisingly, he does tend to talk more when its just the two of you. He allows you into his head, verbalizing his thoughts to you. He'll ramble about his projects, tell you about the history behind his culture, or rant about things that annoy him. Denies it vehemently in front of others.

He is a huge tease, second only to Edd. What's dangerous is how casual he is about it. Loves making you squirm, and he'll never even change his expression. Sometimes he won't even be looking at you, but rest assured that he is swimming in satisfaction over how flustered you are.

Red Leader

I have so many thoughts about him. Oh my lord.

This is going off the scenario where Reader is a Red Army soldier and met him through the army, after the events of The End.

I want to clarify that this is NOT following the events of TBATF!!! This is my own Red Army timeline, what I refer to in my Eddsworld bubble as "The Bad End"

There are two ways that you'd be able to catch Red Leader's attention. Either you are an extremely talented soldier that does well among your peers, enough to earn the praise of your superior officers and eventually Red Leader himself. Or, you were assigned as his personal assistant to help with paperwork and meetings, but you were so good at handling his temper and attitude that he found himself surprised.

The latter of the two is my favorite, so I'll be working under that one.

Before you, Red Leader had been through several assistants. None of them lasted more than a month. By nature, he was a moody, temperamental man. The stress of the army and oncoming war only made that worse. He saw those previous assistants as nuisances, only getting in his way. He would yell at them, berate them, drive them to the brink until they beg Paul and Pat to transfer them.

When they assigned you to him, they expected the same thing to happen. The two even made bets on how long you'd last. On your first day, Red Leader was nasty to you. Gruff and rude. But... you bit back. That took him by surprise. Instead of taking the insult and shuffling out like a puppy with its tail between its legs, you pursed your lips and gave him a stern look and talked to him in a way that nobody dared to. He should've been angry. Should have screamed at you, discharged you from the army in a heartbeat.

Instead, he found that he quite enjoyed it. He enjoyed your spitfire. Not that he'd let you know. He only gave you a noncommittal hum and dismissed you with a wave of his hand. But... he kept you around. Even found excuses for you to come into his office more than necessary. His penchant for teasing came back full force. He'd poke and prod, finding ways to make you react with that fire he so loved.

It takes a long time for him to finally make a move. Probably takes a near-death experience for him, or an injury to you for him to realize that he wants this. He wants a future with you.

At first, he may seem a little cold in public. Not to the degree that his father was - he promised himself that he would never be like his father. Simply a more... professional air about the entire thing. It was more out of anxiety than anything. He didn't want to make you a target, didn't want to cause you to get hurt. As his army grows more powerful and takes over more and more countries, he grows more comfortable with PDA. He knows that when he is the most powerful man in the world, he doesn't have to worry about anyone hurting you.

He would probably treat you more like a spouse than a girlfriend/boyfriend right off the bat. He's older now, thinking more about the future than the present. He already knows that he wants to be with you forever, so why go through the formalities and hassle of dating?

Always makes time for you whenever he can. If he's in a meeting with his generals or another world leader, he'll sneak text messages to you. Doesn't give a shit if he's caught. What are they going to do to him, Red Leader?

If he's cooped up in his office all day, his door is always open to you. Loves having you drop by unannounced to bring him food or coffee. He'll let you climb into his lap while he works, or sit behind him in his chair and cling to him. Even if you're just sitting in a separate chair nearby, working on your own stuff. He's happy.

If you want to continue being a soldier, or his assistant, he'll let you. But he's also perfectly happy to have you simply be his partner and not have a care in the world. You could sit all pretty in his quarters waiting for him to get off duty, or use the time to pursue your own hobbies and interests. As long as you're happy and cared for, it's okay with him.

Spoils you rotten. You're Red Leader's, so of course you only deserve the best things. Anything in the world you want, you only have to ask for it. It's yours. He would raze entire cities just to see you smile.

He does enjoy taking you out on dates. While also spending time with you, he sees it as a way to show you off to the world. Dressing you up in the finest clothes that he got you, the prettiest jewelry that he bought. Taking you to restaurants and operas where everyone can see you hanging on his arm. It makes him puff up with pride.

When the two of you are alone, he's so adoring. Loves snuggling. It's a struggle to convince him to let you out of bed in the mornings, he'll just be clinging to you. If you do somehow manage to escape his grasp, he'll catch you around the waist and drag you back to bed. Won't stop until Paul or Pat message him to get his ass out of bed. He always grumbles about how "it's my damn army, I should get to sleep in as long as I want".

Sometimes, at night, he has pains in his right shoulder, the side where he's burned and amputated. It can range from a dull ache to excruciating pain. On nights that it hurts too much to move, you'll scramble out of bed and get his medication from his nightstand, gently coaxing him to take it. You'll hold him and comfort him until the pain subsides and he falls back asleep.

He doesn't like to talk about it, really. It feels weird, letting anyone see this part of his life. Letting you see his vulnerability. Letting you see him.

But he does.

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