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what do normal people do?

like what do people who don't go on tumblr and read silly little fics do? I can't imagine getting home and not immediately checking my tumblr, wattpad, ao3, or c.ai. they must be so bored. how can they watch a movie with a hot character and not immediately search for books or bots on them?? i feel so bad for them..💔🙏

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Sorry that i havent been posting ive got gnarly writers block 😣😣 Ive been very slowly working on stuff for both edd and future tord. However I might be starting a Blog for my art soon!!

Beware. It’ll probably be a lot of selfship art….Double beware if you’re one of the two who knows me irl bc I might draw naughty stuff….😛

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Can you do a eddsworld x arcane au

I don’t really do AU’s but I like the idea of this 🤔 maybe someone who’s better at doing AU’s can do this

I feel like tord would be jayce just because he’s an inventor who rose to power in their government 🔥🔥 or maybe he could be jinx and Tom could be vi

IDK I’m spitballing

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Kit!

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The creepypasta x reader tag when it comes to having to write for anyone but toby 😢😭😭😡🤬🤬😭😭😢🤬😡🤬🤬

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Sorry for being dead guys I got wrapped up in tf2 brainrot

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AMEN!!

the true defining difference between eddsworld and ellsworld is:

tomtord hates each other, but tamtori is in hot lesbian sex with each other can i get an amen

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hngggghhh,,,, amphibia tattoo, ,,,

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OH OH UHMMMMM WHATCHA THINK ABOUT A LITTLE DRABBLE OF TORD TAKING CARE OF SICK READER?? I’m sick and I’m in HORRIBLE misery :(

NO RUUUSHHH!! <333

Sorry this took a while to get to anon, I hope you felt better not long after you sent this ask! Enjoy the sick fic fluff:)

-Jun

Sick Fic(Tord x Reader Fluff)

tw: none

Tord looked down at his watch, noticing the way it showed just past 10 in the morning. He had let you sleep in, knowing you had a late night yesterday despite your shared texts last night of you promising you’d be ready for him to be over no later than 9am. Now he was at your door, having knocked once and not hearing a peep. He squinted at the door like it was going to open for him. 

“Where…” He muttered, deciding to take matters into his own hands and seek you out from your bedroom window. Wasn’t the first time he did this. He had gotten an earful from you the last time he did it though. He smirked, you were cute when you were flustered. Especially if he was the one to make you flustered. 

But before he could step from the porch, the door opened. His mouth parted to greet you in that playfully annoying way he always did before the words were dying in his throat at the sight of you.

Your shirt was rucked up slightly, showing a peek of the soft skin of your stomach, pajama pants barely covering mismatched socks. His gray eyes snapped back to your face, hearing the way you sniffled and instantly noticed the pink of your nose and the fatigue apparent in your features. It looked like you hadn’t slept a wink despite your sleep-rumpled appearance.

“So you’re sick." He stated more than asked, earning an eye roll from you.

“Yeah, sorry, I meant to message you earlier that you shouldn’t come over, but I fell back asleep before I could.” You murmured, voice sounding scratchy as hell. Near a croak. He frowned. Stepping forward easily, he laid the back of his hand against your forehead, clicking his tongue in disapproval at the temperature he was met with.

“Can’t you do anything right.” He scoffed quietly, moving through your doorway before you could respond. “I’m staying here with you. You clearly can't take care of yourself in this state.” 

“I-” You began, feeling like you should defend yourself.

“No, you’re getting back into bed while I make you something to eat and get you medicine.” He turned back to you, noticing the way you hadn't moved from the door. “You haven’t eaten yet have you?” You shrunk back sheepishly. He tisked. 

“Klovn, get back to bed.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he heard you scuffle in place. He opened his eyes, seeing the way you held yourself when you were self conscious. His gaze softened slightly.

You blinked as he approached you in that calm way of his, eyes searching your tired ones. You felt awful honestly. You woke up to a dry scratchy throat, an irritated stuffy nose, and your skin felt as though it was too tight for your bones. Awful. And he could see it in the way you watched him blearily. His hand reached up to cup your cheek, thumb drawing soothing circles over your heated skin.

“My søt, you need to rest in order to feel better.” He leaned in softly, lips meeting your forehead. He pulled back with a frown, not liking the fever that wracked your body. “Let me take care of you.” He murmured, looking at the way you blinked slowly. It looked like you were about to cry. He tucked you into his arms, pressing your head lightly into his shoulder as you sank into his embrace with a sniffle. It was a few moments of the two of you standing there before he was humming at your little nod and ‘thank you’ you laid against his neck. “Go. Bed.” He ordered, pushing you away lightly. 

You sniffled, this time from your stuffy nose. 

“Okay.” You said weakly, turning back to head down the hallway to your bedroom. “Don’t burn the kitchen down.” You heard the way he grumbled loudly at your retreating back as you grinned to yourself.

 *

You blinked awake at the light prodding to your arm over the covers, turning with a grumble as you saw Tord looking down at you the way a cat greets you in the mornings. 

“I need you to try eating something before you sleep more, kjære.” He said softly, voice tender in a way you hadn’t heard from him in a while. The first time was when he uttered the three words that made you melt after your first real fight. His gaze was as honest as he’d ever been, the look made you feel something you had carefully tucked into your ribs for later. 

You pouted, tucking your chin into the blanket as you tugged it up with a hand. He huffed, amused. 

“Come on.” He coaxed you with a kiss to your forehead, helping you sit up as you stared at the bowl with a small bit of soup. Your eyebrows raised, looking back up at him as he sat next to you. You knew you didn’t have any canned chicken soups lying around, having run out of them last week from a couple weeks of late nights at work.

“What?” Tord squinted at you as if offended. “You know I can cook sometimes.” Making you smile at his tone. He pushed the bowl into your hands, arms crossing over his chest in wait as you brought the spoon to your lips. Though you barely could smell it through your stuffy nose, you favored the warmth the porcelain seeped into your fingers. He watched in patient silence as you nearly finished the small portion before you were handing the bowl back to him. Only a small bit of the soup left. “Thank you.” You whispered, closing your eyes as the warmth of the soup eased your throat some.

“No sleeping yet, nydelig.” He murmured, shifting to turn to the table at your bedside, picking up the medicine you had stashed away behind your bathroom sink cabinet. “This should help you feel better too. Disgusting, but you have to take it.” He saw the way you grimaced as he handed you the bottle, taking the cap off for you and the dose cup it came with. You blinked as you watched him pour the medicine for you, the amber liquid looking unappealing.

“Down the hatch.” He said, raising his brows at your hesitance. “You were practically shoving this down my throat when I was sick, don’t make me do that to you.” He huffed, earning a whine. 

“Fine.” You grumbled, tipping your head back to swallow the medicine quickly. You gagged at the taste, shaking your head as he chuckled. You knocked his arm with yours, handing the bottle and cap to him.

“There we go.” He said, kissing the back of your hand before he got up to take the bowl and medicine back to the kitchen and bathroom respectively. You watched him go, head still feeling muddy with tiredness as you laid back down. You turned, laying on your side now as you fiddled with the loose thread of the pillow case. His footsteps padded down the hallway to your room again, door closing slightly behind him until there was only a crack of light between the sunlight of the hallway and the dimness of your room. The Norwegian moved to the other side of the bed, mattress big enough for the two of you to sleep comfortably together. You looked at him in surprise again. 

“You’ll get sick.” You whispered, watching the way he shrugged noncommittally. He took his phone out before moving under the blanket with you. 

“I’ll be fine, go back to sleep. You’ll feel better.” He said, squinting down at the screen before scrolling up. You sighed, tucking a cough into the blanket around your fist. He looked at you then, eyes roving over your face. He turned to face you, fingers tucking hair away from your face.

“Sleep.” He whispered, caressing your cheek as your eyes fluttered shut. 

“Thank you.” You whispered again, tucking your chin back under the sheets.

“Klovn.” Tord muttered, 

“Don’t thank me for this.” Was all you heard before you drifted to sleep. 

Fin.

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Wuh luh wuh..? 🥺

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Me getting sad there’s no new fanfics on the ew x reader tag (I can literally just write more)

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edd insisted

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i think i have a type for men who have a crazy amount of power but were abused during childhood

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every time i post a new work my butt clenches so hard and i almost shit my pants

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Me when I have 11 requests but idk what to write

(I’m so sorry help help please help me)

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HELLO!!! based on ur most recent Edd request, can i request something similar but with tom and/or tord?

Hi Anon,

It might not be the same playful vibe as the one with Edd, but I think anything with Red Leader needs a little more;)

Enjoy!

-Jun

Early Mornings

Tord(Red Leader) x Reader Fluff

Tw: mentions of previous burn scars

You woke slowly, feeling sluggish in the early morning of the day. You had settled onto your right side before you woke up, gripping the bedsheet as you stretched your arms out over the bed. You moaned slightly, humming as an arm wrapped around your middle. Despite the early time that you didn’t like waking up at, this was usually the time Tord got up for work. A hand smoothed over the warm skin under your sleep shirt, the Norwegian’s nose burying into the back of your neck. Surprisingly he kept still instead of rolling out of bed with a kiss. You waited a few seconds, expecting him to stir again but being surprised at the light snore he let out in your ear. You stifled a noise, moving an arm to caress his side as his front was pressed against your back. He usually never cuddled this much in the mornings, so you weren’t complaining.  

His puffs of breath tickled the back of your neck the longer you laid there, making you squirm away from him. 

“Don’t leave.” He croaked out roughly, making you turn your head to look over your shoulder at him. His eye was still closed, brows pinched together. A frown tugged at his lips, only being soothed when you ran a hand over his cheek as you turned around in his hold. 

“Hey, I’m not leaving,” You said softly, moving to place a kiss over the crease in his brow. It eased significantly as you ran your fingers through his dusty blond hair. The hand that was around your waist, smoothed over your skin as he moved back from being plastered against you. You missed his warmth as he moved enough to look at you. His silver eye traced over the features of your face for a second before he was leaning in to give you a peck on the lips.

“You ok?” You asked after a second, knowing that he usually wasn’t this affectionate right off the bat in the morning. He nodded shortly, nuzzling into the hand that was resting against his cheek.

“Mareritt.” He murmured into the quiet between you two. Your eyes softened, moving close to leave another kiss to his forehead. 

“I’m here, you’re ok.” You assured him quietly, smoothing a thumb over the skin just below his left eye. His sleep patch was removed from over his right eye gently, he watched silently-almost reverently-as you turned slightly to place it on the nightstand.

“Jeg elsker deg.” He whispered, reaching for your hand as you moved to lay back down comfortably on your side. You gave him a small smile, bringing his hand up to your lips.  You kissed his knuckles, taking care to kiss over the bruised skin lightly. Most days he came back unscathed, but some days were worse than others.

“Come back to me in one piece today.” You said to him, seeing the way his silver eye flashed in recognition. 

“As much of me as I can bring back.” He let out a huff. You rolled your eyes, smile tugging at your lips.

“Alright, Red Leader.” You teased, earning a nip to your own knuckle as he laced your fingers together in his hold. 

“Careful, I may not be so gentle with the rest of you later.” He replied, smirk playing over his mouth as you heated up at the idea.

“Only if you get home at a good time.” You shot back, making him groan.

“Only for you.” Tord answered, starting to sit up. Your eyes followed him, watching in appreciation as the covers slipped from his chest. The scars adorning his body looked faint in the early light of the morning. Adorning the planes of muscle carefully sculpted through years of training and fighting. For everything he’s ever wanted to build for you and him. An empire. 

You were about to say something before he leaned down, tipping your chin up with a finger and kissing you on the mouth again. You hummed into it, feeling him nip your bottom lip as he pulled back. 

“Du har mitt hjerte.” You said to him as he began moving out of the bed. He smiled, something small and quiet. The scars on the right side of his face stretched slightly as he did so. 

“I know.” He turned around, giving you his back. You saw burn scars and the small ones that were left behind from that one time with his friends from his past on his side as he lifted his arms up to stretch his shoulders. He sighed as he leaned to grab his robotic arm from next to the night stand. You closed your eyes as you heard it click, knowing the way it perfectly aligned onto the divot of his arm. 

Tord moved to the wardrobes around the room, piecing together his uniform one by one. Piecing together his armor for the day. Until he turned back around to you, catching sight of the wide look.

“What?” He asked, shifting as he fit his boots on. The high collar of his jacket feathered over his cheekbone before he moved back to look at you.

“Just you.” You breathed. The Red Leader was standing in your room. “Tord Larsson.” You hummed. 

“Just to you.” He responded back, moving to your side on the bed. You leaned back, tracing over all of him. He seemed so powerful. “Stay out of trouble.” He murmured, leaning down to give you one more kiss before he was leaving the room.

You watched as he left before your head hit the pillows again. What a morning.