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Collision Chorus, Chapter 1

Fandom: Eddsworld

Rating: T (subject to future change)

Relationship(s): Tom/Tord

Tags: Alternate Universe - Bands, Pining, Angst and Feels, Fluff and Smut

Word count: 4,749

It would be easier if he could just forget, but Tom has known for a long time that he isn't the lucky sort.

Silver Among Scales by @feistymuffin​ (feistymuffin)

“Seajaccos,” Jack says, enunciating clearly even as he smiles.

“Shajakos,” Mark says, and immediately frowns. “That wasn’t right.”

“No, it wasn’t,” Jack laughs. He shifts himself on the piled coils of Mark’s body, getting as comfortable as possible when half-pinned by an enormously heavy naga. “The, ah, the J is softer, and the “sh” at the beginning is more… more like “shya”. Shya-jahk-ohs.”

“Shya-jak-oss,” Mark mutters, frowning harder. He kneads his knuckles idly into Jack’s stomach, making his skin sing with feeling. “Shya… Shya-jahk-oss? Shya-jahk-os?”

“Very close,” Jack tells him, smiling. “The “os” is longer, like “oh” with an S on the end.”

Mark sighs, resting his forehead on Jack’s shoulder. “These fae names are worse than anything else on the planet, I swear.”

“You’re not wrong,” Jack chuckles. “Why d’you think I go by Jack?”

MMMMMMM OKAY SO @feistymuffin is amazing, as we all know, and Silver Among Scales was no exception, holy heck. I absolutely L OVE mythical AUs and the designs for Mark and Jack where so vividly described, this was SO fun to draw!! Lmao poor snek Mark. don’t worry bud, you’ll get it right eventually.

Spacial Awareness by @feistymuffin (feistymuffin)

Big, watery, intelligent blue eyes accuse him of everything he’s guilty of in this job...

Okay so I kinda dabble in poetry and I’ve been super inspired by a bunch of fic titles and this is basically a fanfic version of a book spine poem, if you will.

Enjoy.

It Started with the Rain.

The moment I met you, I’d been Blessed with a Curse.

I had become The Monster’s Darling,

And now I’m Coming for you and your Simple Existence.

Please Hold My Heart Until it Beats.

It Doesn’t Matter to the Sun,

But Without a Doubt,

We must Cease Production of a Destructive Breed.

I think, though,

That I’ll Keep You.

Because you have taught me the Color Theory

Of the countless confusing Dimensions of this world.

You have taught me The Art of Cultivation,

That has provided us a Feast of Starlight.

And sometimes I think about How the Stars Guided you Home.

And I realize

I’m Yours.

((ayye guess who isn’t dead))

I’ve been staring at my other drawing of FOS mark and I couldn’t stop thinking that it was just horrible?? so I’m like fuck it imma redraw it completely. s o here it is whoop?? im so much happier w it now?? I still can’t draw Mark and it makes me wanna hurtle myself off of a building