Eddsworld Matt Fanart Novels & Stories

Matt left and came back in a jiffy “That was quick,” Calla said “Yes, I was the one who kept what I went to pick and I didn't want to keep you waiting” He responded “Oh, so what do we have?” Matt brought out an old map sketch, the paper was brown and one could tell it was an old paper. The strokes of the brush were not of standard quality either, so it could stand in for a copy. They all watched Matt in confusion as what he was doing wasn't clear to any of them.

No one wanted to be associated with that figure. "Eh Han, are you still angry? I'm sorry, yes, I'm just a big body. But if my face is still cute like V BTS right? Isn't it? Yes, yes, no time!” After that, Matt laughed to himself as he took the mirror and looked at his face. He even still managed to take some pictures with I*******m effects. Hana shuddered in horror, I swear, this is the first time she's seen the true nature of a Matt who has been known to be a professional.

“Thanks for having my back. Through all of it.” Matt shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal. “Always.” “Even when I’m annoying.” He smirked. “Especially then. Keeps me on my toes.” “Cool. Good to know. I plan to be extra annoying tomorrow just to keep the balance.” He groaned. “I regret everything.” I grinned. “Nah. You love us.” “Unfortunately,” he muttered. “I’m going to start putting that on merch. ‘Rain: Loved Unfortunately.’” “I will burn it.”

When Beta Zack finished reading I can feel my mate's emotions, he is very touched but he didn't want to show his emotions. I can feel his pain, his love for his mother. I can read Beta Zack's emotions and mind. Beta Zack thinks 'He deserves all the love in the world, he looks so painful, his mother after so so many years wrote to him. should I go console him? But he doesn't like to show his emotions.'

This was the usual Matt walking towards me as I got out of the car – dressed very casually in baggy shorts and a loose, faded T-shirt from University of British Columbia, dirty blonde hair showing some streaks of gold of the sun. My friends said that he was very hot, that he looked like a younger version of Bradley Cooper's lighter hair. Sure, he was handsome, but he wasn't a movie star to me. beautiful cinema, but only Matt, the boy I had grown up with. — Merilee? He cocked his head in puzzlement. Your blue eyes, the color of fine jeans

"Listen, I've got to run but I'd love to hear what all else goes on today. Brenna, can you send me an email tomorrow?" "Sure." She nodded. "But if everything works out the way my brother hopes, you and the whole world may find out at the same time." He grinned. "I'm not sure I want to know what that's about. Just email or text me if I need to see something." He rose from the chair and shook hands with both of them. "Thanks so much for doing this," Matt said. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. " "Hey! I'm excited I have a fan who likes my character so much that getting my autograph is one of her special wishes. Good luck, guys And Brenna? Don't forget to keep me posted."

He then threw a glare towards my direction before sending the driver a go signal. “What?” I asked laughingly while caressing the big teddy bear on my lap. The other stuff toys that I got from the fans were beside me and nearly occupying the whole space. There were chocolates, hand written letters, a sketched portrait of mine, and a few bouquet of flowers. “What? We’re late for your photo shoot, Astra! I told you to avoid interacting with your fans too much ‘cause it’s taking a lot of your time.” Matt ranted, looking extremely irritated while facing his phone, probably exchanging messages with the photographers of my next photo shoot.

My grip tightens and I swear I growl at him. “Link, how about you shut up or I’ll kick your ass and I won’t be as nice as she is,” Matt says, glaring at him. His gaze is ice cold. I stare at Matt, fascinated. His whole body took on a dangerous and feral air. His stance is rigid, but he seems poised, ready for anything. It’s his eyes that stand out the most, they’re a light brown, almost yellow color, that gleam with something I can name but it’s terrifying.

"If I’m going to be the Noir to your Syndicate, I need respect. No more 'Charity Case' talk. No more bullying." We went to Matteo’s room—the only one I hadn't seen. I expected weapons and leather, but the walls were covered in digital canvases and hand-drawn sketches. "Who did these?" I asked, walking to a large frame. "I did," Matteo said, looking uncharacteristically shy. Matteo? The bruiser of the group was a digital artist? The pieces were incredible—schematics of engines, portraits of the family, and then I saw it. A digital painting of a girl sitting on the estate’s porch, looking out at the rain. It was dated a year ago. It was me.

Alpha Elijah praises, adding a shade darker to my already red cheeks. -"You make me proud." Matt states. "The pack is captivated – no, better, the pack is in love with you. What you just did was very honorable and very Luna-like." His words strike a chord in my heart. I can't help but smile brightly and feel like a walking, talking tomato. -"Thank you." I timidly say. Artemis howls proudly, in the back of my head, at our mate's words. Matt and I sit there, losing ourselves in each other's eyes – me staring at his ocean blue ones, he staring at my umber ones – as we sit next to each other, letting everything around us fade into the background until,