#tord x patryk

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Repost bc why did tumblr hate on pattord?? The fuck?? Yall better eat this bc I’m working on my midterms 😍

[teary-eyed-tiaras]

Hey, pssst, I made an Eddsworld Carrie AU fanfic that's 80,000 words longer than the actual book, please go read it and give it a chance. It took a long time and i put my whole Eddsworldussy into it.

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Reader Gets Turned into a Vamp

Tom x Reader

Summary: Tom and Reader used to be a pair of monster hunters with a specialty in hunting vampires. Of course, as life would be unfair to the two of you, Tom got turned into a vampire many years ago by Tord. Throughout the years, Tom would always keep away from you. A flat-out refusal to get near enough to be enticed by your blood. He can only do so much to protect you this time when Tord as coven leader decides to pay your shop a visit and get rid of Tom's distraction so-to-speak. In the end, reader gets turned into an immortal leech, the kind that Tom promised you would never be.

Tw: mild blood and injury, minor violence, near character death

Tom slammed through the door, the ache in his shoulder barely even registering. He let out a snarl at the offending vampires that turned to lunge at him as soon as he barged in, using his jowls to rip the throat of one young rogue. The other was quickly pacified with a swift slash to his throat along with a kick in the groin. The only goal in mind was to get to the alluring scent of blood upstairs. The shop that you worked in was in ruins, shelves knocked over and broken glass vials crunching underneath his feet as he charged through the hall. He got to the base of the stairs, hearing whimpers of other wounded rogues in the middle of the stairwell. Tom cursed, knowing that Tord’s men were already there. When he caught wind of a small group of vampires rounding on your side of the town you lived in, he knew he had to get to you even through the consequences.

Once he reached the second floor all he had to do was round the corner to find Tord looming over Tom’s prized possession. You were limp in the arms of the coven leader, neck bared by the strong grip that the vampire had on you. His sharpened claws were careful with the fragile flesh of your neck, thumb feeling for your fluttering pulse under the frigid skin of his finger no doubt. Tom felt a growl bubble out from his chest without meaning to, gaining the attention of his superior. His head snapped up in search of the source of incompetence, piercing red gaze finding Tom’s trembling figure. 

“Ah, Thomas. How rather surprising to see you, especially since I am certain that you were stationed elsewhere.” The last bit of the sentence was made into a hiss as his red glare got sharper. “I thought we were clear that you were to go on a coup with Patryk’s division” 

“And I thought,” Tom could feel the anger inside of him start to boil over as he advanced onto the elder’s space, “we were clear that they were to be kept unharmed.” Tord’s grip on your neck tightened, Tom noticed how your brow furrowed as a low whine found its way from your throat. 

“Ah, yes, well. They seem to be your weakness and I can’t be having any weak links in my coven. You are of great use to me, Thomas. You will serve to bring me the position of reigning elder in the community, therefore I have to get rid of any distractions.” He sniffs, body moving to turn back to the mortal in his hold. Tom saw the way Tord’s fangs elongated, flashing red eyes narrowing as he was about to bite your jugular. A growl bursted out of his chest as he barreled towards his sire. The other man seemed to expect this already, side stepping carefully over the floorboards to be a few feet away. 

“Come now, Thomas. I do not recommend fighting me right now when the blood moon is out no less.” 

“I would be able to contend with you then, Tord.” Tom glowered at the other. Tord’s smug face faltered, brows furrowing into a stern glare.

“The gall you have to claim you’re as strong as your sire is laughable. You insult me. Now, shut up, and stop being a pest.” The elder seethed with a flick of his wrist towards Tom’s form. The other vampire felt a sudden pressure on his neck, shouting as he was flung back into the far wall. The portraits that were hanging fell to the floor just as he slid to the floorboards after them with a groan. He rubbed the back of his head, vision blurry as he tried to focus on the form of the tall vampire again before he was flung back to the other wall. He heard Tord huff out a small chuckle at the sight, the noise only fueling Tom’s anger. 

He took to his feet, the hair on the back of his neck raising as he sidestepped another one of Tord’s force attacks. As an Ancient, he was able to do weird magic like that. It frustrated Tom to no end sometimes. With little fanfare, Tom took the wall closest to him to push himself at Tord. Just as he was about an arm’s length away, he tilted on his heels, dodging Tord’s nasty swipe. He could feel the air move above his head where Tord’s claws ripped through the air. He didn’t hesitate to clamp down on his coven leader’s exposed shoulder with his own elongated fangs as the other man recoiled back for another attack. The vampire snarled, gasping as Tom flung his head back, nearly pulling Tord’s shoulder with him had it not been for Tord clawing at his face. Tom let go, using his leader’s brief stupor to move back, grunting as he dodged another attack before dashing to your side. He heaved you up in a bridal carry, ignoring the angered shouts of the other as he rushed to leap out the window. 

He didn’t turn back to look at the shop again as he continued to run through the forest at the edge of the town, ignoring the screams and cries he heard from the rest of the burning buildings. Although he was a vampire and didn’t need to breathe, it felt as though the rush of adrenaline coursing through his body was making his chest pinch tightly. Might’ve been the anxiety that suddenly crept up on him. He didn’t stop running until he got to a clearing. The big blood moon was the only thing that was illuminating the scene, its orange glow basking everything in an eerie light. 

He let out a breath, shifting you in his hold so that he could gaze at your face as he placed you down on the patch of grass. Tiny little yellow flowers had sprouted over the spring mornings, their delicate petals sagging underneath the body that lay atop them. He muttered a curse as he brushed some stray hairs from your face, his attention being snatched by the moving form of his lover as your eyelids fluttered open.

“Tom…?” You groaned out, sitting up among the ticklish grass. The movement elicited a sharp gasp as you felt a sharp pain erupt in your abdomen. Tom moved closer to you, holding your hand to his chest as he shushed you gently.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, a little bewildered. He hadn’t smelled any blood from you throughout the time that he was at the shop. Your parted lips formed a grimace as you moved a hand to press against your lower stomach, fingers coming back drenched in crimson.

“What?” You faltered, feeling your hands start to shake from the realization. The pain seemed to increase tenfold once you knew that you were bleeding. It felt like being torn apart from the inside. Tom stared at your drenched hand in strange horror as the scent of your blood elicited a burning desire to clamp his fangs over your pulse point, wherever he could get a taste of that delicious blood.

“I wasn’t hurt before, wh-what’s going on?” You whined as more pain shot up your spine, causing you to clamp your jaw tight. Tom shook his head to clear the unnerving thoughts. Now was not the time. He hovered over your form, gently coaxing you to lean further back so he could get under the clothes that covered your middle. He winced at the sight of the blood that seemed to just seep from your skin, unable to find a cut or laceration that would cause it. 

“It hurts so much.” Your eyes clamped shut as you held onto his buttoned shirt, your fist curling tighter around the fabric. His hand went to cover yours. Thinking about it more, it dawned on Tom that it could be Tord’s magic. He could feel the fire inside of him strike up again as he realized it was the coven leader’s doing. Through all that he’s done for the man, is this any way to repay him. Tom’s free hand reached to cup one of your flushed cheeks as tears collected on your bottom lashes.

“I think this is Tord’s magic.” His murmured words rang clear in your head as your eyes widened in realization. It made sense that it was ancient magic, it felt like you were burning.

“Tom,” you panted, blearily feeling Tom’s hold on your hand tighten over his chest, “I think i’m gonna die.” The grass below you was wet with blood, a sick feeling beginning to claw in your chest at the sight. If your head were any clearer, you would be moving away from the poor flowers. Tom sat stockstill, the crease in his brow pinching tighter before he was swallowing. Your eyes fluttered, feeling fainter as the moments passed. You looked over at your immortal lover, finding beads of sweat on his brow. Your lips parted to ask what he was thinking about, words escaping you as thoughts of your impending death hit you. If you knew you were going to die today, you would've given the cat that was always at the shop’s windows a feast.

“Hey…” You began softly, his grip on your hand tightening as his head shot up from where it had dropped against his chest. His expression looked troubled as he looked at you. It didn’t settle your nerves at the moment. He held a finger to his lips, head tiilting from side to side as if listening. Tom’s head swiveled to look around the clearing. You tried following his gaze but the sharp pain returned, eliciting a gasp from you. 

“They’re coming.” Tom’s tone sent a shiver down your spine as he pressed against your prone form, one arm cradled you to his chest while the other began to reach down to press against your wound..

“I don’t want to go, Tom.” You whispered, feeling his head shift to look at you as black spots began dancing in your blurry vision.

“Hey, stay with me.” His tone finally showed worry as he tilted your head towards his face. You could feel your eyes start to close, beginning to get comfortable in his hold. Even though your immortal lover was a vampire, he was still warmer than the cold of your bed you had to face every night. He started saying a few more words, panic seeping into his pleading but you couldn’t really understand it.

 He could save you, but it would put too much of a risk on both of you if either person died without the other.

“My love,” He tried, palm finding your chest. His own slow heartbeat thudded away in his chest as he felt the way yours was beginning to grow faint. Fingers skimmed over your warm skin, fingertips feeling the slow vibrations of the only thing that kept him going. “Love, look at me, come on.” Tom swallowed back the lump in his throat as your head tilted towards him just a little. 

“I can save you, you just have to trust me.” He could almost feel your hand tighten over his own weakly. He gave a slight chuckle at the warmth he suddenly felt. The noises of the coven were getting louder, no doubt sourcing the smell of blood in the air as they hunted for the two of you like hound dogs. The beasts that they were. That he was.

Tom took a breath as he caressed your face with his icy hands, moving some loose strands of hair aside before caressing your neck with his thumb. Your heartbeat was a dull thing now underneath warm skin. He closed his eyes as his fangs elongated, the hunger that had been simmering under his skin this whole time finally resurfacing again. It was harder to control this time. Focus, his mind hissed, he had to remember that this was a transforming bite. He had to put intention behind the force of his jaw, not only to feed but to have you drink his blood as well. 

He moved back enough to look at your closed eyes. Just like this, he could pretend that it was one of those slow mornings the two of you shared so long ago, when he was able to hold you closely without having to worry about rules or his own bloodthirst to satiate. Never with you. It was never supposed to be you. You were supposed to be kept out of this life as the monster that he was, but you were stubborn. 

This was the last time he was going to see you as a human. He brought his mouth to the crook of your neck. His hunger was a roaring thing now, willing him to bite into delicate flesh and drink from the source that he’s been wanting to claim ever since he turned. His lips sealed over your neck to lay an open mouth kiss to the skin before letting his fangs plunge over where your pulse was the strongest. Tom felt you jerk in his arms as a surprisingly lucid yelp escaped your lips, the action causing him to almost falter before the taste of copper saccharin blood coated his tastebuds.

In an instant, he felt the monster inside him snap as power surged through him like a lighting strike. A feeling of near orgasmic euphoria washed over him, a deep seated groan slipping from his mouth, eyes fluttering closed. His hands trembled as he clutched onto your form tightly, gulping copious amounts of blood as he tried quenching the immense hunger that burst from the pit of his very being before snapping out of it. He shuddered at the sight of all the blood smattered over the collar of your shirt, raising his shaky wrist to a bloodied fang. He sliced his own pale skin, bringing his bleeding wrist down to your parted lips. Tom watched intently as you took small gulps, the furrow in your brow never leaving as your face began losing some of its glow. He knew it would take a little before the transformation was complete so he took the chance to lick around the puncture wound on your neck once more, saliva closing the bite marks until they were small indentations. A rush of endorphins suddenly surged through his body, making him gasp at the flurry of emotions he was bombarded with that surely weren’t his own. He looked down at you, watching as it almost seemed like you were sleeping. Even so, he was still experiencing this rush of emotion. If he focused hard enough, he could sift through them, finding tendrils attached to you in some way. Somehow he knew. Is this what being a sire was like? Just as quickly as they came, it seemed like they were dispersed somewhere in his mind. It felt like they had been tucked away carefully in the back of his head somewhere, leaving him a little dizzy.

He was probably dazed over the thought that he had finally put a claiming bite on the one person he promised he would never put one on. He thumbed the wound gently, a lick of strange arousal finding its way from the pit in his stomach at the thought that you bore his mark now. He grunted at the intruding thought. A snap of a twig made him snap out of it completely, putting him on edge. Just across from the clearing, he could see the flashing red eyes of a very angry coven leader. Tom made sure to step in front of your prone form as he took to his feet, meeting Tord’s fiery gaze head-on.

“Thomas,” a seething growl found its way in the tense air of the cold night. Tom shifted, shoes crunching in the loose dirt that had been kicked up by his scrambling earlier. The action caused Tord to pause his advancement, eyes boring into your limp figure on the grassy plane just at Tom’s feet. “What have you done?”

“I saved them.” Tom panted, feeling his fangs elongate again as Tord tried getting near. 

“You sired them?! You seething imbecile. You dare sire someone under my leadership. There are rules, Thomas.” Tord hissed, flicking his wrist so that the rest of the coven came out from the clearing’s edge, previously covered by the shadows the trees provided. Tom took a step back at the sight of them all. Their eyes were glowing red as they closed in. 

“Take the fledgling away before they turn feral.” Tord grunted, flicking a wrist towards Tom while he was distracted by Paul and another vampire who came closer to you. “And you, you will be punished for this, Thomas.” He sighed as Tom squirmed in his invisible grasp. His feet didn’t touch the ground as Tord teleported the whole coven back to the dwellings of the grand castle all the villages around feared.

“No! Don’t take them away from me!” Tom growled, jaws snapping at a vampire that was passing by with you in tow. Your face was still slack, still unconscious from the vast changes your body was facing. Immortality sure was a heavy thing to bare. Tord tutted at the display. 

“Oh, Thomas. How pathetic you are. Here’s hoping that they won’t cause much trouble in the dungeons. It would be a shame if I had to cast them into the sun so prematurely.” He gave a smirk as Tom froze, mouth snapping shut as he watched you be taken down the winding halls. Tord laughed sinisterly at the look of sorrow that crossed Tom’s face for a second before an icy mask took its place. “Now, let us discuss the terms of your punishment, yes?” He says as he turns towards the opposite side of the castle with a struggling Tom in his hold.

The end.

[milly54321]

Info o mnie!

Fandom:

Eddsworld

Gumball

Bluey ( mam ********** lat a oglądam Bluey i nie nie mam 9 ani 8 ani 10 ani 11)

Shipy

Bluey x Coco ( Bluey)

Paul x patryk ( Eddsworld)

Yan x yuu ( Dalej eddsworld)

Tom x edd ( Eddsorld xd)

Tord x Tori ( Eddsworld)

Bingo x Lila ( Bluey)

Ship what hate

Paul x Tord or Izzy ( Izzy is Tbatf character)

Tomtord ( Eddsworld)

EdMatt( Eddsworld)

Yan x Paul or Pat ( Eddsworld)

Bluey x Rusty ( Bluey)

Bingo x Zara ( Bluey)

DZIĘKI ZA UWAGA MOJE CZEKOLATKI 🍫🍫🍫🍫

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Anyways...but uh...since I'm into Eddsworld

Mayhaps...you might want to send in Eddsworld ships for me to doodle in the ask box? 👀

I'll (basically) do anything other than these 4:

Tom x Jon(I headcanon them to be siblings, makes my personally uncomfortable)

Paul x Tord(I headcanon Paul to be his dad so yea)

Patryk x Tord(same reasons)

Anything proship(Ringo x Edd, Fundead Kid x Tord, Beaster bunny girl x Edd, etc.)

So yea other than that I'm open to all AUs and ships! I might not know entirely what the AU *is* but yknow lol I'll look around to get a general feel first >;) but dw if it's not one of those things above idc how weird or random or rarepair it is, send 'em in!/nf

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patryk fixing up his reckless husband

[petsemataryau]

Presenting an Eddsworld AU nobody wanted nor asked for! (Made by @wormghost )

Extended information under the cut!

This AU is a spinoff of “Artificial Heart”, another vastly canon divergent Eddsworld AU of mine! To make a long story short, Tord takes over the world, marries Patryk, and gets inevitably assassinated by Tom.

This is a “what if” alternate universe; What if the loss of his husband drove Patryk mad with grief? In his compromised state (and given that zombies do exist in Eddsworld canon), he buries Tord in the “Pet Sematary”

Tord comes back, or, does he? He’s somehow more violent and bloodthirsty than when alive...

This AU is just something fun and self indulgent! I’ll use this blog to post content for it!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

May i have the main bois, neighbors, and Paul and Patrick (idk how to spell his new and i hate it) with a s/o who's a slime rancher and get to interact with the slimes

Edd

Absolutely loves the Slimes!

Especially the Lucky one that hangs out at your ranch quite often. It resembles Ringo a little.

He's kinda disappointed there's no cola-based Slime.

"You have Slimes made of literal HONEY but not cola??????"

"Edd I love you but wtf--are you saying you'd eat a Cola Slime if it existed???"

"............."

Matt

Crystal Slimes are his favorite.

Just bc he can see his reflection on their surfaces.

He likes hugging the (safer) Slimes, mimicking the Pink's :D faces unironically.

He was willing to buy a Gold plort from you (to fashion into a gucci mirror, of course)..only to feel betrayed as you named your price.

"B-B-But...not even a discount for your boyfriend????????"

"Nope, this is serious business."

Tom

You show him a Heavy Metal Rock Slime (I hc the Secret Style Slimes are a subspecies).

"Hey babe! I call this one Tom Jr!"

Tom thinks it's kinda cool. Occasionally he'll poke its gelatinous body or one of the rocky spikes out of pure boredom.

This Rock Slime in particular seems to be calmed by his music...much to your annoyance, since the music box you used back on Far Far Range had no effect.

Tord

Takes immediate interest in the plorts.

The Slimes are cool on their own, but he's looking at using Boom plorts to fuel his robot's rocket thrusters and other machines.

Anytime he buys one from you, he jokes about when he can start paying you "with a kiss" instead of newbucks or whatever currency you use.

You never fall for it, being like "honey this is how I've been making a living on that planet for years and I'm not about to give that up."

Eduardo

"Slimes?? Gross wtf" he says before knowing anything about the Slimes.

Even after showing him ones you brought back to Earth, he just stares at their stupid smiling faces with disgust.

"How can they be so damn happy all the time?"

Eventually he warms up to them after some interactions.

The Rad Slime's aura never harms him, and he thinks it's pretty cool. He'd totally upgrade his satellite dish/superpowers with a plort as a flex on Edd.

Jon

Slimes??? That are cute and squishy???

Consider him sold.

He loves the Puddle Slime especially. They're shy in nature and easy to take care of, so he basically adopts one!

It's in the backyard pool that he visits everyday from there on.

You still gotta get the plorts to make profits, but you're happy that he's happy.

Mark

Thinks they're fascinating, but he's not sure why their remnants are so popular in the market nowadays.

"So you make profits off of their..excrete?"

Once you explain how plorts have benefitted society, he understands better.

The Phosphor Slime would prob be his favorite, especially the Angelic subspecies.

He likes how soft their light is and just how pretty they look in general.

Paul

Although Slimes aren't exactly made for combat, he finds them to be cute! Why would anyone wanna use them for war?

But maybe educating him on the "plortonomics" behind their benefits was a mistake.

Paul bought some Fire and Boom plorts off of you and tried using them for jet fuel (at the exact same time).

Aaaaaand he may have accidentally recreated a solar anomaly on Earth.

You never sold another Fire or Boom plort to him again.

Patryk

Like Tord and Paul, he's interested in the plorts. Especially Dervish, Boom, Rock, and Rad ones that can enhance the Red Army's technology.

He'd learn as much as he can about them and how to use them efficiently (while helping you with your business).

Like this man is taking notes even tho you reassure him it's not necessary.

As for the Slimes themselves..he thinks they're neat.

[idanart]

Yo y mis dibujos deformes xD

Pero bueno espero les guste

Las Ships que están ahí son tomedd, Mattord y Paultryk

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Fun death!

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Inspo below, also a rant but im sleepy so it sucks :3

Patryk and Tord’s relationship is like veil, because they both just bang and then get confused when they like each other.

Tord has a crush on pat which he denies bc he needs a fucking therapist. And Pat is unable to see the little hints his boss leaves. “He said I looked okay today.. i wonder what he meant” and tord is gripping the walls like “I WANT HIM SO MUCHHG!!!”

[icanstandromanoff-blog]

Some old art to put out there (really old, so it’s extra bad smh)

[eddsworld-solar-au]

(2/?)Solar au: Red alert

{ships in future parts: Pat x Paul, TomTord and cola losers)

Author: @mary-boppins

[ A dystopian society set on being equal… yet some are more equal than others. The elites are held above all for their powers and abilities yet those like werewolves and vampires are beneath all… maybe its time that changed]

part: 1 2 ...

-11 years ago-

"Warning, Red alert, we repeat red alert all citizens should stay inside until further notice!", the transmission blared through all the districts, no context was given but no one cared, they followed blindly, ducking into their houses.

"Dad? What's happening?" A small boy squeaked, pulling on his dad’s ripped up sleeves.

"Nothing, just follow me okay?" The man said calmly before starting to bark orders at the group before him. "Hurry! Get the pack out of the clearing! We can't risk anyone's lives!"

The werewolves scrambled, pulling the younger ones out of the clearing. The young boy was paying little attention, however he'd spotted some smartly dressed humans through the trees; being young and curious, he ignored the orders in favor of seeing what was going on. He crept through the trees with ease, this was his home after all. The boy used a bush for cover and watched as a few armed men and women came back through the gates that kept everyone in... and more importantly kept the outcasts out. Up front a man carried a young boy, probably around the age of seven in his arms, the boy was unconscious, filthy and bruised.

"He really packed a punch for such a small kid..." one woman said as they came past.

"You can say that again... never seen anything like it" a man, seemingly younger than the other soldiers replied, "you think it was a fluke or... is he one of those stronger ones?"

"He can't be-"

"Will you two shut up!" Snapped the man holding the boy "our job was simple and this kid messed it up...now I want to get back so they turn these damn sirens off!"

Before the young cub could hear any more he was pulled up from the ground.

"Paul! What are you doing here!? You heard the orders."

"But... dad..." he whined

"No buts boy! Soon you will be leading these lot! And we can't have a rule breaker as a leader... get your act together!"

-present day-

"Yuu! Round up the cubs, will you? And get them to the lake" Paul ordered, running a hand through his matted hair.

"It's not as easy as it looks Paul... but I'll try" with that the blonde male rushed off to get the younger pack members down to the lake. Pau had been up for some time now with the plan to get things in order but then the cubs had rolled around in the mud and started to play fighting in the rain, which meant now they needed to be forced to rinse off. Yuu was right it wasn't an easy task, the cubs were hard to contro. Too young to understand rules; too small and fast to catch. Most had a habit of wiggling loose and climbing around and down people's backs. The leader let out a yawn, stretching out his arms.

"You should sleep..." commented one of the elder members "you work yourself too the bone..." the woman was sweet, she was past her days of hunting and now just watched the cubs.

"I will don't you worry... once the hunters are back and I know they're safe" he sighed "I'll take a break then"

The women sighed, knowing that was the best she could get "well okay Pau..." she turned around the see Yuu getting tackled by three of the pups "oh... dear, get off of him! Get to the lake!

Come on..." They all hopped up, rushing off into the trees.

"Sir!... it was another bad hunt" sighed a rather tall male, he was leading five other werewolves.

Paul was talking to one of the female members having to quickly dismiss her when the hunters came in "What? What happened?"

"We got a few rabbits and a fox, it might be the rain Sir but... I don't know why our hunts keep failing"

Paul rubbed at his temples letting out a long, exaggerated sigh "I'll... figure something out... can you go back out in a few hours?"

"We can try... we will rest and go back out... right men?". The others nodded quickly before dismissing themselves to get some rest, the tall male patted Paul's shoulder and sighed "you should sleep too sir, maybe join us if you can. We could use you in a hunt"

Paul didn't rest... instead he just kept worrying until the second hunt, again it failed, they brought back another fox and two more rabbits. They skinned it, cooked it, well to the best they could with a fire and then shared it out so the pack could sit down to eat, Pau looking dead to the world. 

"Pau? Dude... sleep please" Yuu said as he finished off his food, the two had been friends for years now and the blonde male seemed to be able to get to Paul. "You look dead...".

The rest of the pack looked towards him, all as concerned as Yuu. Paul sighed, quietly looking around before standing, discarding what has left if his food in front of the cubs who all scrambled and fought over it.

"Fine... Yuu, you're in charge until I wake up...".

Yuu nodded and waved the other off, everyone going back to there conversations and food. Paul would try and sleep, but he doubted sleep would come.

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[cawwriting]

Wounded

(Commisioned by @ask-a-freckled-sky thank you!!!)

Across the purpled sky of a shifting horizon was a pebble of darkness, a moving reflection across the staled clouds, something or someone was laid out on the ground and yet didn't seem to be animate; this was very unlike its very hectic surroundings of burning foliage and injured soldiers.

The moaning and groaning of creaking trees who couldn't handle the weight of the wind swirling around said pebble was almost all that could be heard, that was, if there were not two men currently on the search for this pebble, screaming out its name, and frantically pulling up rubble until on that horizon they grabbed something soft, something unlike everything else around them. Whatever they grabbed was warm and even slightly sticky with… something red. It was their pebble- Jean.

The first man went by Paul, He upon feeling the warmth, immediately pulled Jean out from under the rubble, taking him into his arms and then pulling out his walkie talkie to signal his partner, Patryk, that they had completed the mission and found soldier number 342, he also told him his location in order to airlift Jean back to base.

Within a matter of moments a man with longer brown hair and green eyes arrived on the scene panting because he had run to the location from where he had been searching. Patryk, as everyone called him, knelt down next to Paul who was clutching a heavily bleeding jean. He had been shot multiple times and one of those bullets went through his leg, hitting the femoral artery. Pal had placed a tourniquet but Jean was still going into shock from the bloodloss. Patryk quickly took off his jacket and placed it over jean, its a main goal when someone goes into shock to keep them warm.

Soon they were in a plane, it was the one Paul and Patryk had arrived in to find Jean, you see they were his lovers and nothing burns more than losing your love to the hatred of another soul. They had all joined the red army at a relatively young age, around 19 and 20 but were all now in their late twenties and early thirties. They had gone to boot camp together and even were coincidentally placed in the same bunk room. It wasn't long, maybe a few years, and they had all claimed the rank of second in command as well as each other's hearts.

As Patryk flew the plane Paul was desperate in the back of the plane, heart pounding so loud he could barely hear the whirring of the loud engines. Blood coated his hands as he slowly released the tourniquet  allowing dark red rubies to shoot out in spurts from his leg. Jean had been unconscious when they found him and if nothing was done he would likely die soon. Paul started by adding pressure to the wound with his hands, he had to slow the bleeding if he were to get a bandage on it. He used his free hand to fumble in a first aid kit for thick cloth that was bandage like- it was meant for situations like this, next, he started to place it on his leg and every time it bled through he would add more bandages. “PATRYK GET US HOME.” Paul yelled, hopelessly forming another tourniquet on his leg as tears streamed fast down his cheeks and ran into the stubble that coated his chin.

Suddenly Jean’s body began to seize, Paul was not prepared for this type of medical emergency he was not a field medic he was a soldier and mechanic, nothing more and nothing less. He sobbed harder and worked to hold his body still, it was becoming scarily obvious that they may lose Jean to the cold grip of death However as the engine’s cut off Paul stumbled back away from the body to allow more qualified medics take his place. He fell back into the passenger seat of the plane and completely broke down, he was covered in the cooling blood of one of his lovers and he had watched him lose just so much blood. One person can only take so much. It was so much that he didn't notice the arms of his other lover, Patryk, were wrapped around him. His eyes were focused on Jean’s body which was being rushed into the red army base.

Patryk’s words were hard to hear it was like he was so far away and Paul just couldn't get a hold on himself, that was- until he heard the voice of his leader breaking through the barrier. “What happened out there? It was supposed to be a simple extraction procedure! Jean could die!” He was angry, taking Paul, his friend and beloved, by the front of his turtleneck.  

Paul couldn't even make out any words, he was just not there it was like he was on another planet mentally, and his body was just stuck here. Soon enough everything went black and he lost consciousness

When the world finally became clear again paul was met with the smell of burning iron and the site of bright white fluorescents, he jumped up in a panic, heart racing again and blood still staining his clothing. That was when a soft clean hand gently grabbed hold of his, it was Tord. “Paul… Its okay everything is okay. Relax and sit back down- or better yet go take shower, you smell.” How could tord be so calm in a situation like this? This was their shared boyfriend’s life on the line for christ’s sake!

“...no” Paul murmured under his breath, standing firmer and jerking his hand away. “I cannot relax when our boyfriend could be dead and I couldn't do anything to help!” He was yelling in the waiting room, tears starting up all over again as he fell to his knees at Tord’s feet looking absolutely pitiful. However there was someone who looked even more calm than Tord, at least with tord you could see the small wrinkle in his brow that signified stress, with patryk not a trace of fear or even anxiety could be seen on his features- he looked just utterly calm

All of this was far too much, Paul moved to storm from the room only to collide with a man dressed in scrubs- the doctor. They both fell backwards and hit the tile though neither of them were seriously injured. Once apologies had been explained Paul came back into the room and sat to listen to what the doctor had to say to them.

The doctor cleared his throat and then started very sullenly, he swallowed. His leader was in the room- how could he tell him his lover may not survive the procedure needed to save his life? “Ehem- well- It seems the blood attempted to clot in the leg where the tourniquet had been placed and forced Jean to suffer a massive heart attack on the table; he survived but it will leave him prone to having them in the future. The loss of blood forced him into shock at the same time and we still are not sure if we can revive him if he decided to flat-line again.” The doctor paused and looked at his audience of three, gauging their reactions and then continuing. “He will be open for visits in thirty minutes just in case he does not survive.” Before he could be scolded and or confronted by one of the three men he fled to continue stabilizing their lover.

Paul gave in and turned to Tord, today had been such a heart wrenching trip he couldn't even produce any more tears as show of how scared he was- he just looked so cold and was even shivering lightly. He buried into his shoulder and choked up, wrapping messy arms around him. “Go take a shower Paul- we are not going to visit Jean if you stick to high heaven and look like you committed a murder.” Tord’s words were stale and sharp but Paul understood he was shifting into his cold exterior to keep from showing how worried he really was for their lover.

When Paul made it to their room he sped past Jean’s bed and things, hurrying straight to the shower and watching as red swirled around the drain. He sunk down to the floor of the tub/shower and let the water wash over him, pulling the blood down into the plumbing to never be seen again. “I-I am sorry..” He sniffled and then said, blaming himself for not being able to help Jean’s condition. Though he was preemptively mourning he made sure to time his shower well so that whenever he would return to the waiting room it would be time to visit with Jean.

When he arrived the others were waiting on him, Red taking Paul into his arms when he entered, hugging him close to his chest and sighing. “It's time to visit him Paul- let's go see how our soldier is doing.” He said this with a certain tenderness to his voice which brought a smile to paul’s face.

Soon they arrived in Jean’s hospital room. He was attached to so many tubes and wires he looked like he had been in a train wreck when in fact he had been in something even worse- a war.

The three men circled around him, Paul and Tord on one side of the bed and Patryk on the other .Jean’s eyes were barely opened, his skin deathly pale and his lips were faded and chapped. He looked like he had shook hands with death and that was simply because he had. “Oh god… Jean how are you feeling?” Patryk started, hoping to somehow stirr him into being more awake for them. “I’m so sorry..” Paul followed up, leaning over and kissing his cheek. Tord stayed quiet, just observing his lover with morose eyes.

Jean, after a few moments spoke up, absolving their worry with just a few words. “I… I love all of you so much” His voice was weak and yet it was filled with hope and a confidence that only psychics have, he even had a small glimmer of a smile curving the corners of his lips. “You all have done so much trying to help, but really i'm not dead yet and I don't plan to be for a very long time” He followed with a weak laugh, looking to paul first who had been desperately caring for him on the plane. “My love, please- please do not be sorry you tried your best and I am so damn grateful to have you in my life.” He next turned to Tord, it was as if he were saying his goodbyes. :Tord, my brave red leader, my dear, thank you for remaining strong when I know you out of all people want to worry and fuss about me.”

He ended on Patryk, leaning up with a pained wince to kiss his cheek. “Its okay pat, I understand your effort to keep up your tough guy resolve but really it is unnecessary, you are aloud to be scared- hell! I am scared! I was shot!” Him and patryk shared a laugh before he continued. “My beautiful Patryk, you are simply divine and I want you to look out for this one okay?” He pointed to Paul.

They all shared a laugh at that and then leaned in to all hug and love on Jean, Paul started it by peppering his face in kisses, avoiding his oxygen mask as to keep him healthy and alive. He was afraid any sudden move would hurt him. Tord followed by nuzzling against his chest and neck and then Patryk finished up by lightly hugging him. It was all a sad and yet picturesque moment for them.

Six weeks later Jean would be fully healed and able to go back to his room, and when he got there the boys had the surprise of as lifetime waiting for him. A king sized bed so they would no longer share bunks. “SURPRISE!”: They all shouted and then rushed Jean in a hug who instantly teared up.

“I love you guys..”

[lucya-mort]

Among my friends and mutual from Twitter acquaintances there is a local joke about eddsworld x madness combat AU. And now I want to show you Tom in the role of a Tricky the Clown. Instead of a road sign, he uses a harpoon. There was an idea to draw another bottle of Smirnov, but I was too lazy. As well as small sketches with Tord as Hank and Paul and Patryk as Daimos and Sanford