Hello, all! I’m London and I’m relatively new to Tumblr. I do cosplays and I write a lot, so I figured I should post it!
A bit about me:
I’m 16 and go by any/all pronouns. I really like Green Day and the Linda Lindas. I’m a band kid (😱), but I’m in percussion, so it’s fine.
Currently working on:
Red Leader Tord cosplay
Eddsworld x reader but Alice in Wonderland
Fandoms:
Eddsworld, Deltarune, Undertale, ROTTMNT, Sonic the Hedgehog, FNF, the Pitt, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, HTTYD, Killer Chat, probably more (I’ll add as I remember)
Current hyperfixation:
Eddsworld
What I WILL NOT write for:
Straight up, explicit, nasty smut (I’m a minor, guys 🥺👉👈)
Incest
Yandere/obsession (it makes me sad :< though, I will write cannibalism cause I think it’s interesting) TBD on whether or not this changes... (Maybe yendere!reader???)
If anybody has requests for a fic/ oneshot/headcanons, please let me know! I will also try to answer any/all questions you may have about cosplay. Thanks and have a good day/night!
Being the new hire is so scary because wdym there’s a bunch of regulars that WE all know and you have to sit there and smile like the fraud that you are.
Ranking the boys based on how good they are at giving hugs:
Edd - Big bear hugs. Instantly makes you feel better.
Tom - Despite how mean he tries to seem, he gives great hugs. He usually runs pretty warm, though.
Matt - Usually goes for a side hug. Unless you initiate an actual one, he won’t give it to you
Tord - Unfortunately, he’s pretty thin and almost wiry. He usually doesn’t ever hug people. He doesn’t touch other people. Unless it’s Edd. He’d crawl on that man like the roach that he is.
(Dw abt why Matt’s pink and not purple my phone doesn’t work :<)
Thomas (Tom) Rockwell - he/they/it
Tom actually likes school fairly well. There’s not a lot other than the awful food and subpar teachers that they can’t handle.
His favorite class is percussion class! A lot of people don’t know, but bass players usually get thrown in with all the silly little drummers because of marching band, and they stay there!
Can’t play drum set to save its life, but he enjoys all the other aspects like triangle, bass drum, and sometimes, if he’s feeling up for it, they’ll pick up a pair of mallets and play a marimba or vibraphone.
They HATE math. But he’s one of the top of his class. Despite how dumb he acts sometimes, he’s crazy book smart.
Tom is a year younger than the other three. He met Matt through mutual friends, and slowly got to know the other two as well.
Tom doesn’t talk about their home life much. They don’t like it there. He crashes at Edd’s house a lot more than he probably should.
Band takes a lot of his time, but he enjoys going to concerts and sometimes symphonies when he gets the chance.
When he’s old enough, he gets his drivers license and a job ASAP. He doesn’t want to get stuck with his parents for longer than he needs to. His first job is at a Guitar Center probably.
He’s never had a girlfriend. Never had any interest between band and schoolwork. He’s kissed a boy on accident, though. It was just a normal day at an after school band rehearsal, and he tripped over the synth chord, smashing lips with one of the trumpet players. He didn’t much mind it, but apologized profusely.
Slight lisp because of braces. As someone with braces, it’s never been prominent, but some words are more lisp-y than others!
Tom doesn’t hate Tord!!! They think he’s a bit strange, but he’s just cautious. No hate yet!
Has a friend in band named Aileen (pronounced eye-lean) who he constantly sings “Come On, Eileen” to.
Favorite bands/music in general:
PEAK SKA ERA!!! AQUABATS!! REEL BIG FISH!! OPERATION IVY!! LESS THAN JAKE!! He also enjoys bands like Green Day (who doesn’t?), Rancid, Blink-182 and NOFX. If he’s feeling frisky, he’ll listen to Avril Lavigne.
Matthew (Matt) Harvest - He/him
Matt doesn’t like school much. He’s alright in his classes, but there’s nothing special about it.
He really enjoys theatre. He loves being in the fall play, and enjoys doing lights for the spring musical!
He’s not very confident in himself or his appearance. He had a ton of acne that he was made fun of for in middle school, and it stuck with him through high school.
Constantly picks at his face.
He doesn’t think he can sing very well, so he’s never tried out for the musical.
Favorite musicals are: Mean Girls, Hadestown, and The Sound of Music.
Matt has had a couple girlfriends. Both of them were in theatre with him. One of them lasted for 3 months, the other lasted 10. Each of them broke up with him because it got stagnant after a while. Matt isn’t very good when it comes to relationships.
Matt hadn’t really grown attached to either of them enough to be upset. He’s still friends with them.
Matt makes Edd, Tord, and Tom come out to his performances. They groan and complain, but they go anyways because they support Matt and almost everything he does.
He really wants to join choir, but is too scared. He knows a few people in there, but not enough to make that decision.
Matt lives with his divorced mom. She lost a decent amount of money in the divorce, but recently she’s been making bank.
Favorite bands/music in general:
Matt mostly listens to musicals when he does listen to music. He’s not a big music guy overall, however, and will listen to whatever someone puts on.
Edward (Edd) Gold - He/him
Let’s face it, he’s not very good at school. Tord often helps him with homework. He’s decent at English, though, which he helps Tord with sometimes.
Edd loves his art, obviously, but he doesn’t really enjoy art class. Yes, Tord is there with him, but the teacher doesn’t really understand Edd.
As an art class, it’s important that the teachers can connect with their students. Unfortunately, Edd and the art teacher don’t get along. There’s no direct reason. They just don’t vibe.
Edd won’t let that stop him from making art, however.
Edd and his mom live with his grandpa. His dad left at a pretty young age, so him and his mom moved back in with her dad to take care of him after Edd’s grandma passed.
Edd’s mom adores all of his friends, and would take Tom and Tord in if she could. They sometimes confide in her about their family struggles when it becomes too much.
Edd and Tord had been really close friends since the fourth grade, when Tord moved to England. However, Edd and Tom seem to click in a way that Tord and Edd took a bit longer to.
Edd’s a big movie guy. His top 3 are the Wedding Singer, Wayne’s World, and Shaun of the Dead.
He also really likes Star Wars and Star Trek.
Edd likes Star Wars better and thinks the prequel trilogy was fine. (BITE ME)
He plays lots of COD. And Fortnite. Dw though, he’s chill.
Favorite bands/music in general:
He listens to Gorillaz, Tenacious D, and Bo Burnham. I feel like he’d also listen to the Beatles cause his cat’s name is quite literally Ringo. He listens to video game music when he’s drawing or he just needs to lock in in general.
Tord Larkken- He/him
Tord’s quite a strange student. He’s had a 4.0 throughout his entire high school career, yet he’s constantly sleeping in class, having his friends take notes for him, or just not showing up.
His favorite class is probably either history or art. He enjoys history because he likes learning about war, but Edd is in his art class. Interpret that as you will.
He has 2 older friends that he made his freshman year. They were seniors named Paul and Patryck.
Tord Doesnt do much at school. He doesn’t enjoy it, but he doesn’t hate it.
He does, however, have a slight distaste for Tom. Tom just came in out of nowhere, and started getting closer to Edd. It ticks Tord off.
Other than that, he’s pretty chill with most people. He doesn’t talk much. He’s self-conscious about the way his voice sounds with his accent.
Tord’s father is the leader of the Red Army. His mother died during his birth. Tord has a decent relationship with his father.
He gets military training from his father’s friends. However, he really enjoys building, inventing, and fixing. He could build a basic circuit board with his eyes closed.
Probably wants to join robotics, but is scared of what his dad might think.
He plays games with Edd at his house all the time.
He and Edd also have weekly art competitions that Matt judges. Tord often draws… well… you already know. Not for the competitions, though. He’s not that far gone yet.
Favorite bands/music in general:
Norwegian Black Metal. All. Day. Long. He’s so very proud that the single best type of music (in his opinion) came from his homeland. He also listens to what Edd listens to, gritting his teeth as he tries to make himself enjoy it. He also likes Vocaloid. He’ll never admit that, though.
That’s it! You can kinda tell that I think about some more than others… but that’s ok. Thanks for reading :P
Curiouser and Curiouser (Eddsworld x reader x Alice in Wonderland) Chapter 1
A/N: There are 2 songs in this chapter (this is a Disney movie, guys, don't look at me like that) and I've linked them at the bottom. This was actually really fun to write! Although, I'm only 9 minutes into the movie... Irregardless, enjoy all 1,647 words!
This story starts in the beautiful land of England. It was mid-19th century Oxfordshire on a beautiful day. The bees were buzzing, the butterflies were flying, and a young girl, [Name], was reading under a broad oak tree with her mother.
Well, she wasn’t really reading. She was busy climbing the tree, her leg dangling in front of her mother’s face.
“[Name]…” Mother warned.
[Name] sighed. “I’m listening, mother.”
Mother continued reading. [Name] was still sitting in the tree, fidgeting with a flower crown she’d made while her cat, Ringo, observed from further out on the tree branch.
[Name] placed the flower crown on Ringo’s head. However, it was far too big for the poor cat and fell over her eyes. [Name] giggled, trying to keep quiet so her mother wouldn’t yell at her, as Ringo pushes the flower crown off her head.
Her giggles were interrupted by her mother, who had been hit on the head by the flower crown.
“[Name]?” Mother said, sterner than before. “Would you kindly pay attention to your history lesson?”
[Name] leaned forward, lying down on the tree branch and adjusting her puffy, baby blue dress. “I’m sorry,” she started, her words dripping with sarcasm. “But how can one possibly pay attention to a book with no pictures in it?”
Mother closed the book, crossing her hands over it in her lap. “My dear child, there are many good books in this world without pictures.”
“In this world perhaps,” [Name] muttered to herself. “But in my world, the books would be nothing but pictures.”
“Your world?” Mother asked, astonished. “What nonsense. Now, from the beginning…”
Mother droned on once more, leaving [Name] to fantasize.
“Nonsense?” she questioned. “That’s it, Ringo!” [Name] picked up the cat, placing her in her lap. “If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is.” Ringo nodded along to what she said, seemingly understanding. “Because everything would be what it isn’t.” Ringo shook her head. “And, contrariwise, what it is, it wouldn’t be.” [Name] picked Ringo up again. “And what it wouldn’t be, it would.” She booped Ringo on the nose. “You see?”
[Name] slid off the branch, her mother too engorged in the history book to notice, sneaking away. Ringo let out a confused meow.
“No,” [Name] said, shaking her head. “In my world, you wouldn’t say ‘meow’. You’d say ‘yes, Miss [Name]’.”
Ringo meowed again as [Name] picked her up from the branch.
“Oh, but you would,” [Name] argued. “You’d be just like people, Ringo.” She carried Ringo through a field of daisies. “And all the other animals, too.” [Name] set Ringo down. She began to pick the daisies. “Why, in my world,” she sang, voice sweet as honey. “Cats and rabbits would reside in fancy little houses. And be dressed in shoes and trousers.” A flower fell onto Ringo’s head and she began to play with it, her tail swaying as she pounced on the delicate petals.
[Name] continued to sing, lying down in the flowers. “In a world of my own…” The daisies swayed in the cool breeze. “All the flowers would have very extra special powers. They would sit and talk to me for hours.” The petals seemed to dance along to her voice. “When I’m lonely in a world of my own.”
A bird as blue as the sky flew down, chirping along with [Name]. “There’d be new birds. Lots of nice and friendly howdy-do birds.” The bird landed on a branch, watching as she fantasized about her wonderland. “Everyone would have a dozen bluebirds.” The bird flew off the branch, landing in a pond to have a bath. “Within that world of my own.”
[Name] scooted closer to the pond, dipping her fingers in. “I could listen to a babbling brook.” She withdrew her hand, the water being quite cold. “And hear a song that I could understand.”
[Name] rested her head on her hands, looking down into the pond. Ringo sat beside her. “I keep wishing it could be that way…” Her reflection seemed to sing her sorrows back to her. “Because my world would be a wonderland.” She touched the water once more, watching the ripples distort her face.
But in the reflection, [Name] no longer saw herself, but a pudgy, brown rabbit walking on his hind legs. That wasn’t even the strangest part! He was wearing clothes! A green jacket and khaki-colored trousers. He also had spectacles! It was an interesting sight indeed.
The rabbit whistled a fast-paced tune as he walked to the edge of the water. He jumped onto the rocks to cross the pond.
Ringo meowled, pawing at [Name]’s arm to alert her of the strange being.
“Oh, Ringo. It’s just a rabbit with a jacket…” she perked up at the unusualness. “And a watch!”
“Oh, my fur and whiskers! I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!” the rabbit exclaimed, hopping much faster now.
[Name] stood up, still addressing Ringo. “This is curious. What on Earth could a rabbit possibly be late for?” She leapt across the rocks to the other side of the pond, following the rabbit and leaving Ringo by her lonesome. “Please! Sir!”
The rabbit continued to run, shouting “I’m late! I’m late! For a very important date! No time to say ‘hello’, goodbye! I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!”
[Name] continued to follow. Ringo had finally caught up. “It must be awfully important.” She monologued. “Like a party or something. Mr. Rabbit? Wait!” She ran after him once more.
The rabbit once more ran away. “No, no, no, I’m overdue! I’m really in a stew!” The rabbit went into a tunnel, coming out again to say, “No time to say ‘goodbye’, hello! I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!” He dove back into the tunnel.
[Name] ran up and crouched down to peer into the tunnel’s entrance, Ringo just at her heels. “My… what a peculiar place to have a party.”
Ringo meowed at the entrance. [Name pulled her away, chastising her. “You know, Ringo, we really shouldn’t…” she grunted, trying to squeeze herself into the tunnel. “Be doing this.” [Name]’s voice echoed in the dark space as she crawled through it. “After all, we haven’t been invited.” She turns to look at Ringo as she speaks. “And curiosity often leads to troub-oh!”
[Name] shrieks as she tumbles off a ledge. Ringo almost falls in after her but catches herself on the ledge.
“Goodbye, Ringo! Goodbye!” [Name] calls up. She falls almost all the way down. Eventually, she rights herself, her dress puffing up and acting as a parachute. “Oh!” she gasps. “Well, after this I shall think nothing of falling down stairs.”
[Name] floats to the bottom of the hole, seeing and touching many strange things on her way down.
“Goodness,” she sighs. “What if I shall fall right through the center of the Earth? And come out the other side where people walk upside do-ah!”
[Name]’s skirt shifts, causing her to fall. She quickly fixed her positioning, and her skirt fluffed up once more. “But that’s silly. Nobody- “she gasped, spotting the brown rabbit, seemingly walking on the ceiling. She touches the ceiling and tumbles over, realizing she had been the one upside down. [Name] stands up and calls after him. “Oh, Mr. Rabbit! Wait! Please!”
She runs through the halls, coming to an intersection. [Name] hears a creaking sound and spots a small, white door. It slams once she reaches it. She opens it to find another, smaller, blue door. She opens that one to find… yet another door. There was a fourth door. Then a fifth… sixth… seventh… eighth… until she could finally crawl through a hole in the wall.
“Curiouser and curiouser,” [Name] marveled. She had entered an empty room. At the other end, there was a small red curtain. She hurried over to it, and pulled them back, revealing a tiny door that she could not fit through. She tried the handle anyways, and-
“OW!” the door handle shouted.
[Name] recoiled. “I beg your pardon!”
The door handle, albeit a bit shaken up, responded in a posh manner. “Quite all right, but you did give me quite a turn.”
“You see, I was following- “
The doorknob interrupted [Name]. “Rather good, what? Doorknob? Turn?” The doorknob let out a chuckle at his own pun.
“Please, sir, I- “
The doorknob disregards her. “Well, one good turn deserves another.” His expression turns sour. “What can I do for you?”
[Name] brightens slightly. Maybe you could get through? “I’m looking for a brown rabbit. So, uhm, if you don’t mind…” She leaned closer to the door, peering through.
The doorknob let out a confused interjection before realizing what she needed and opened his mouth, well, keyhole.
“There he is!” [Name] shouted, leaning back. “I simply must get through.”
The doorknob moved the handle, not allowing her to grab it again. “Sorry. You’re much too big. Simply impassable,” he dismissed.
“You mean impossible?” [Name] corrected.
“No, impassible. Nothing’s impossible.” The doorknob chortled before sobering up slightly. “Why don’t you try the bottle on the table?”
[Name] gave a confused glance to the doorknob. “Table?” If you remember, the room had been empty before. Suddenly, a table with a small vial on it appeared seemingly out of thin air.
“Read the directions.” The doorknob was finally useful. “Directly you’ll be directed in the right direction.”
The label on the vial said, ‘drink me.’ [Name] considered it. “Better look first, for if one drinks much from a bottle marked ‘Poison’, it’s almost certain to disagree with one sooner or later.”
The doorknob piped up “Beg your pardon?”
“Just giving myself some good advice. But…” Was she really going to trust some strange vial and a talking doorknob? She figured why not?
[Name] popped the cork and brought the vial to her lips.
