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[mossywillows]

@eddsworldweek Day 3: Ellsworld So since the entirety of “The Dudette Next Door” was just Tord and Edd being creepy douches and anything that happens in Ellsworld is the opposite of Eddsworld, I was thinkin’ cookies.

[neutrallibrarian]

@eddsworldweek‘s Day 6: Teensworld! In which Edd is willing to fight a heatwave to get that cola ice cream goodness.

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Today is sunny, minimum amount of clouds dotting the sky, and oh, yeah, hotter than a damn frying pan. And that’s without mentioning the humidity of it all.

Edd would regret dragging him and his friends outside, but the prize is worth braving through the summer’s first heatwave. It absolutely is worth becoming uncomfortably sticky and melt-y, flushed red skin giving him a resemblance to a brown-leafed tomato, fingers burning from touching equally burning hot surfaces. It’s a mantra to steel his resolve during the wait for the city bus. His hoodie is tied around his waist, an extra layer of protection against the cooking bench, and he is this close to risk public indecency by taking off his shirt. Though, that’d leave more exposed skin for his friends to stick to, determined as they are to avoid touching all but the necessary spots of plastic, metal, and lacquered wood of the bus stop.

Tom leans heavily against Edd, hair drooping despite its products. “Why are we suffering?”

“Cola ice cream.” Edd half-heartedly elbows Tom, accepts his new existence as a human lean-to.

For some reason, Tord stubbornly wears his black coat. Tom and Matt were sensible enough to take their hoodies off, but Tord? It’s like being in a furnace just looking at him. The weather doesn’t seem to affect his attitude in the least.

“You need an intervention if your cola addiction is this bad.”

“Says the guy in black in 30° heat.”

Tord scoffs. “It’s called fashion, Edd, keep up.”

“Black’s in now, but I like my purples better.” Matt confirms, his tall stature somehow conforming to Tom’s side and spilling over his lap.

Tom swats at him, groaning, “Stop talking about black clothes; just thinking about wearing any is melting my bones.”

The bus rides into view down the street, parking at the boys’ stop. There’s a bit of a scramble to get on what with Matt and Tom almost boneless in the heat and Tord needing frequent breaks from helping Edd support them. It’s satisfying yet guilt-inducing to shoot him “I told you so” looks every time he stops for a breath.

Once inside and in their seats, they spread out more from each other, skin temperature too hot in the cool vehicle. Tom and Matt are still useless dead weights and probably seconds away from falling asleep, but their blissful expressions are funny enough to energize a chuckle from Edd. Tord’s less likely to drop from heat stroke, though his hair did in his steed. It’s strange to see him without the little horn tuffs, just as it is seeing Tom’s hair not defy gravity.

It seems like mere seconds pass when they reach their stop, and his friends don’t hesitate to voice their disapproval. But they follow him off the bus, if only because he’s a human walking cane for two out of three. Finally, the ice cream shop is in sight. Its sale signs announces all the flavors available for a discount, including his precious cola flavor. Going into the store is as tricky as the bus, but they make it work. They have to make it work this time; failure when dessert is literally right there is not an option.

“Whew, thought we’d never make it!” Edd sighs, drinking in the cold and the menu behind the cashier.

Tom tugs on Edd’s sleeve. “Ice cream. Now. Before I die.”

Matt pipes up, weaving a hand through his hair, “My hair’s fizzing.”

Tord slings Matt’s free arm over his shoulders and sets an easy pace to the counter. “Stop talking and start walking.”

They place their orders, then Tord takes Tom and Matt to a table, leaving Edd at the register. This wait is nerve-wrecking since his goal is so close yet so far. As though as all the energy the weather sapped out of him is returned tenfold, and he strums his fingers on his forearm. A tray is filled with bowls of different ice cream, Edd eyeing the light brown one like a starving wolf, and he picks it up carefully, wanting neither wrath nor spilled sweets. The walk to his group is slow and steady.

The bowls are distributed once they arrive and they dig in, Edd finally melting after taking that sweet first bite. He’ll never let them convince him his cola ice cream quest isn’t genius after this.

[corpse-rat]

Eddsworld Week: Day 7- Free day

I’ve been given too much freedom

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[moved-to-rebelpapermaker]

A special release for Day 3 of EddsworldWeek, here’s a snapshot into the newest and more wacky future aus I’ve written! Description below: Standard army bases, of which Red Army’s mostly fit the description, come equipped with intercom systems. These are usually set up in a tucked away room, often with surveillance equipment, and are capable of transmitting all across the base. As it turns out these rooms are very often not guarded, and if you really wanted to take control of it, you could. This is the story of a pair who managed to keep hold on the broadcasting longer than any others, and the hijinks that occurred in their base during this time.

[mossywillows]

The 7th and final day of @eddsworldweek : Free Space Man, what a ride! I wanna thank you guys for another fantastic Eddsworld Week and for finding a way to spark both creativity and art block at the same time. Can't wait 'til next year!! Okay cool, Ima go take a nap.

[neutrallibrarian]

Last day for @eddsworldweek! I used the Free Space for a murder mystery. (It’s not really a mystery.) You can read it on AO3.

I can’t wait to join in again next year!

Tom inspects the messy study, the bullets holes in the walls leading to two bodies slumped against a desk, and then the bodies themselves. Bing and his assistant, Larry, have guns in their hands, but the expression of shock immortalized on their faces suggests the attack came out of nowhere. Edd’s pawing through any leaning tower of blueprints and files to find evidence of a vengeful outsider. Matt is distracted by the full body mirror by the bookshelves while Tord creeps closer to the door every time Tom takes his eyes (?) off him. Deciding he’s not nearly drunk enough for this, Tom pulls out his flask and drinks deep.

“It was Tord.” He accuses after the burn in his throat settles down.

Startled, Edd drops a stack of files. “What? No, it’s this guy.” He thrusts an open file at Tom, showing off the picture of a brunette man with unusually large eyebrows.

“Okay, one: that man is not anywhere in the mansion; and two: Tord’s been trying to leave to get rid of the weapon and gun powder residue for about seven minutes now.” At Tom’s pointed glance, Tord freezes from reaching for the doorknob then backs away with a confidant smile.

“Edd, you know Tom is always trying to blame stuff on me.”

“Oh, so that’s not a gun in your pocket?”

Tord immediately drags his hoodie down when Edd and Matt’s attention snap over to him. It only accents the pistol in his front pocket more.

“No!” Tord denies.

It’s hard to believe they came for a movie and now have to solve (or cover up) a murder thanks to good old trigger-happy Tord. At least Tom is enjoying how uncomfortable Tord is as he tries to adjust his hem. Edd hums, pondering the overwhelming evidence.

“I don’t think it is him, though.”

Yep, not nearly drunk enough for this.

“He does have a gun, Edd.” Matt reasons. He’s now Tom’s favorite person in the room.

Edd dismisses it, “He always has a gun. He’s never ArmaLite after all.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess it wasn’t him then.” Matt is no longer Tom’s favorite person.

He sighs and accepts the inevitable. After Edd and Matt get distracted by what they were doing before, Tom looks the other way as Tord slips out of the room. Though, he glares at him when the police arrive and ask what everyone knows of the crime.

[corpse-rat]

Eddsworld week - Day 2: AU

I haven’t seen this around any, so let me introduce a DR. Horrible Sing Along Blog AU!

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[neutrallibrarian]

Day 3: Ellsworld + Future Era for @eddsworldweek! This feels rushed, sorry.

You can also read on AO3.

“So how’d you get the specs?”

Tamara looks away from Matilda and Ella on the couch with their younger selves to her younger self sat next to her on the side chairs. Hm, how to answer without spoiling everything?

“Did Tori leave to make it in the big city yet?” Best to establish where she is in the past first.

“Yeah.” Tam narrows her eyes(?). “Don’t tell me she actually gets filthy rich.”

Well, this’ll be easy, Tamara thinks as she takes a gulp from a bottle of beer then hands it to Tam. “In a way. She’s a robotics inventor specializing in prosthetics.” Among other, more destructive inventions.

Tam spits out her gulp of alcohol, eyes white in shock. “She gets a conscience?”

“Sweet kittens in a cereal box, no! She’s still a gun toting maniac with a side of bitchy sass.” Tamara manages to explain between crackling guffaws. Ella, Matilda, and their younger selves glance at them then Ella resumes chugging a whole liter of cola with the other three cheering her on.

Tam giggles along. “Whew, reality’s safe from breaking itself then!”

They laugh themselves breathless, startling their friends into asking for an explanation. Once they’ve calmed to snickers, Tam and Tamara exchange a mischievous look.

“Oh, just how Tori got a conscience and helps out in nursing homes.” Tam did her best at a nonchalant tone.

Younger Mati and Ell are dumbfounded, but Older Ella and Matilda catches on and giggles.

Ella adds on, “Did you tell her about the time Tori went on a nature hike and hugged trees?”

“I forgot about that.” Tamara has a serious need for air, but she wheezes out, “What about the time she played paintball with actual paint?”

“No way!” Ell cries out, seeing through the misinformation and chuckling.

“Wait, what?” It takes Mati a bit longer, but she’s snickering with them.

Ella recovers first. “Tori’s still Tori, but she does help out more.”

“Yeah, apparently she invents better prosthetics.” Tam tells the other two. It spirals into a discussion about what technology the future has thanks to Tori.

The older women stay quiet on this, dodging any questions about what exactly Tori’s company has done. It’s better to keep the Red Army and its leader a secret; Ella demonstrated that time paradoxes are a thing and no one wants another glitch in time. But the visit continues to go well and satisfies Ella’s cola addiction.