Thinking about @dobythealpaca ‘s murder au men cuz HRGRHRHRHTHRH 👁👁 🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚
two posts in a day, what the hell
I overheard a conversation today between two people and I immediately knew I had to draw it as these guys-
"An Eye For An Eye"
I have nothing to say, enjoy 😗✌️
Old men that still listen to vinyl and give me a lecture if I show them a meme. Maybe take my phone and swipe through my camera roll too while they’re at it
old men old men old men old men i owe old men my life
Just some teenagers hanging out
My entry for dobythealpaca's dtiys. I highly suggest checking them out. Their art is amazing
Just cleaned up my whole workspace then went to sleep with a kiss on the forehead and cuddles. That's some domestic fluff if I ever heard it and I'm sorry for flexing on you all so hard I really am, but like I'm just saying, you wish your partner was this considerate, I know you do man
Trigger warning: depression, sadness, self harm, drinking
The blade made another cut into his thigh. The crimson blood trickled down his leg. Tears slid down his face as he covered his mouth to muffle his cries.
"Tom, are you taking a shit?" There was a bang at the door.
Tom took a deep break, quickly calming himself down, "Uh, yeah! I'm almost done."
He quickly cleaned himself up and hid the evidence. He buttoned his pants, examining them to make sure no blood had gotten on them, then turned the faucet on. Tom washed his face, washing the tears away, looking good as new.
The door clicked open, and Tom was hit with a cool breeze. He went to the kitchen to refill his flask.
"Took you long enough! Are you getting sick?" Edd placed a baking pan in the oven. He had gotten the interest in baking lately, but nobody was complaining.
"Uh, no, not really."
"Drinking this early isn't really good for you, Tom."
Tom looked over at the clock on the stove. Edd was right, it was only 11am.
"I'm saving it for later." Tom twisted the cap shut and walked too his room.
He set the flask on the bedside table and sat on the bed. Taking his shirt off, Tom layed back and fell asleep.
Only to be asleep for a couple of hours. His peaceful slumber was interrupted by a knock at his bedroom door, and Tord flicking his lights on.
Tom groaned, turning his body and placing his pillow on his head. Being asleep was the second best thing to being drunk. It kept him out of reality.
"Thomas, it's time to get up. I need you in the lab."
Tord ripped the pillow from his head, "Yes, now."
Tom sighed and sat up. He followed Tord to his lab, and sat himself on the examination table.
Tord has been helping him try to control his monster form. They've been working on serums and exercises.
"You'll need to take off your clothes. I need to do a full body examination before I give this to you," Tord flicked the needle before setting it down.
Full body examination? Oh no...
"W-What? Why? I'm not doing that."
"Thomas, we've done this so many times before. Why is it a problem now?"
Tom fiddled with his fingers. It's been years since he had harmed himself, and he didn't want his friends knowing about it. He didn't want to make them feel bad for something that he should have control over by now.
He looked up at the scientist, who was now coming closer to him.
"What's going on? I know it can't be an STD, you haven't been layed in a while."
Tom saw the concern on Tord's face. He wanted to comply and be good for Tord, since he was helping him. But he didn't want anyone to know about his problem.
He felt a cold hand on his shoulder, "Thomas, you know everything remains confidential in here."
And he was right. Tord had never talked about it once to anyone else. He always texts Tom, or comes to him in private.
"Fine..." Tom felt tears filling in his eyes. He hoped Tord wouldn't tell the others.
He was kind of hoping Tord would bandage his thighs correctly, since he didn't do it himself. And God, did they hurt.
"Very good. You're already halfway there."
Tom unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down. They has stuck to the dried blood, and he felt them peel off. It was painful, but relieving.
A hot tear slid down his face as he let his pants drop to the floor. He looked away in shame, not wanting to see Tord's face.
"Tom..." He heard Tord's voice quiver.
"I-I'm sorry! Please don't tell anyone. I've been trying to hard to contain myself, but it gets so hard. I can't even explain how much I don't want to be alive right now!"
Tom sobbed into his hands. He had broke.
But Tord was determined to keep him together. He wrapped his arms around the sobbing man, rubbing circles into his back.
"Everything is going to be okay," Tord ran his fingers through Tom's hair, comforting the man.
After Tom had calmed down, he sat back on the table, wiping his face.
"Let's just do this."
Tord nodded in response and quietly examined Tom, and gave him the shot of serum.
"Wait, don't put your pants on yet."
Tom watched as Tord dug around in a drawer, and pulled out peroxide and bandages. He doused a few tissues in peroxide and cleaned Tom's wounds.
Tom relaxed on the table, feeling the pain start to go away from his thighs. It felt even better when Tord rubbed a cream on it, the coolness invading the heat.
"You're lucky this didn't get infected. It's swollen as hell."
Tord placed a large bandage over the wounds, and rubbed Tom's knee.
"Thomas, you need to talk to someone about this. Maybe if you talk to Edd-"
"No. I don't want anyone knowing," Tom's voice cracked. He didn't want to start crying again.
Tord took a deep breath and cleaned up the lab as Tom put his pants back on, and walked out.
"Wait, Tom! One more thing," Tord ran after him.
He hugged Tom again, this time kissing his temple. He noticed Edd walking in the hallway, and stopping to look.
"What's going on? Is everything okay?"
Tord felt the smaller man jump in his embrace, and immediately pushed him away.
"Uh, yeah! Everything is fine!"
Tom quickly walked to his room, and shut the door behind him.
Edd turned to Tord, "Is everything okay?"
Tord nervously moved his arms, "Uh, sure. I can't really say."
Tom walked in the house. He had gone out for some more alcohol. He opened the door, and immediately ran into Matt.
"Hi, Tom! Let's go," Matt ushered him to his bedroom.
"Wh- Matt! What are you doing?"
Matt stayed silent, and continued to push him.
They walked into Tom's room, revealing everybody sitting in his room. Matt locked the door behind them, and guarded it.
"Tom, what's going on? I know something has been wrong with you lately." Edd set down his can of cola.
"I don't know what you mean." Tom's strategy was refuse, refuse, refuse. Refuse it all.
He looked over at Tord, who looked down and concerned.
"Did you tell them?"
Tord shook his head, "No, but you are."
"Tell us what?"
"Nothing. It's nothing."
"Liar," Tord mumbled.
"Tom, you've been in the bathroom for long periods of time. You've been tired a lot more. You look absolutely exhausted! You haven't been eating as much either. What is going on?"
Tom already had tears streaming down his face, "I-I told you. It's nothing."
"It's obviously something. We're here for you. Whatever is going on, we'll stay by your side."
"Yeah. We love and care about you," Matt set his hand on Tom's shoulder.
"I-" Tom started to sob.
Matt immediately hugged him from behind, Edd following after.
"Things haven't been okay lately. I just- I just don't want to be alive right now."
Tord joined in the group hug, "Show them your legs."
Everyone stepped back, mostly in shock.
"What?" Edd's voice sounded small.
Tom sobbed harder as he pulled down his pants and revealed the bandages.
Matt covered his mouth and gasped, "Oh, Tom!" He hugged him again.
"Everything will be okay soon. We're here for you, always!"
Edd and Tord joined the hug again, "Matt's right, Thomas. If you need help with anything, let one of us know."
"Yeah, we love you, Tom."
Tom sobbed at the words. He knew his friends loved him, but it was always comforting to hear the words again.
After a few minutes of hugging things out, Tom finally calmed down.
"Hey, Tom." He felt Edd rub circles in his back.
"You're sleeping with me tonight."
Family au ig
Tom: Why are you making french toast? we just ate.
Edd: It's for Ringo.
Tom: Why are you making Ringo french toast?
Edd: He doesn't know how.
Gift for @depressedbat bc they need hug and cookie :3
Tord: *flirts with tom*
Tom: *flirts back*
I found this in my drafts and i thought it was funny
yummylotion (on instagram) made an eddsworld x evangelion au and i loved it so i made some doodles