~After the end~ Tom drank heavily in "celebration" of shooting Tord with a harpoon. Unfortunately, he overdosed and died. The afterlife wasn't what he thought it'd be, if you could even call it that. He awoke as a kitten. Somehow, he finds himself in Tord's care. Warning- Strong language, gore, lime (just kissing). Highest rankings: #1 in tordtom #1 in afterlife #1 in ewtord #1 in ewtom #1 in eddsworld #1 in tord #1 in tomtord (EddMatt included)

Sequel to "Cat Eyes". Tord's leaving was difficult for both himself and Tom. Tord must trek the road that Tom once strolled down, now with more bumps and turns, along with an always present sense of danger. Tom must do everything that he can to rescue his lover, and find a way to get him back to his old self. Highest rankings: #1 in afterlife #1 in ewtom #1 in eddmatt #1 in owl #4 in ewtord (Eddmatt included)

The Stanley Parable game was one of interest to (Y/N), she played it often. However one day the narrator had enough, his punishment for ruining his game was to bring (Y/N) into it. (Disclaimer: Blood mentions, torture and fluff| None of the pictures or characters are mine.)

Rivalry in between two elite hitmen known as Banjo McClintock and Ricky Goldsworth gets more heated by the day, spiralling towards disaster as they battle on wich of them gets their hands on the famous detective C.C Tinsley faster. //warnings// Violence, murder, blood and gore, slowburn, angst

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.