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Posting the smut fic I wrote for @triplefaggot’s birthday! 🥳 🎂 Apology scene gone wrong, or something.

Heed the warnings and I hope you enjoy some really weird and silly sex by yours truly.✌️ Explosionface deserves more appreciation!

Link here

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silly 🤭💖

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Kloktober 2024 Day 28

Conspiracy theory or propaganda

So today's entry is special because it's possibly my last one unless I managed to do something else in the following days, and because it covers two prompts at once. The aforementioned, obviously, and also the one about OCs.

I already posted about Molly during last year's Kloktober though it's not necessary to check that one to read this. She just...certainly appears here.

“Rivalry turned friendship? Did the long time feud has finally come to an end? Dethklok’s guitarists Skwisgaar Skwigelf and Toki Wartooth were spotted in the Bahamas beaches very cozy with each other!” The Dethklok Minute Host said, as footage of the pair flashed on the screen. In one of the photos, Toki was hugging Skwisgaar from behind, in another, they were holding hands while walking along the shore. 

“In fact, fans are beginning to theorize that there might be something more amongst the musicians!” He continued, as a third picture showed their grainy silhouettes in what seemed to be an intimate moment under an umbrella.

“I’ve known ever since I first saw Dethklok live.” A brunette girl with low ponytails declared on camera. She was wearing a shirt with a badly edited image of Skwisgaar and Toki. “Their energy on stage, the sexual tension…” She giggled, adjusting her steamed glasses. “It’s clear they’re not just bandmates, they are f-”

“I used to dream about them making out during a show or something.” Another girl was shown. She had long black curls and half-lidded eyes. “Or one of them confessing their feelings during an interview, you know? I can’t believe they’re finally together!” She jumped in excitement. “So excited for the next Dethklok concert!” 

“Duh, Skwistok is, like, legendary amongst musician pairs”. A blond girl with short hair declared. “They’re soulmates, it was clearly about time for them to realize that.” She shrugged. “Toki even dated a woman that looks like Skwisgaar!”

“Conspiracy or truth?” The Dethklok Minute Host pointed at this screen. “Are Skwisgaar and Toki exploring something else besides death metal harmonies? Guess we’ll have to find out! Stay tuned for the next Dethklok minu-” The TV was turned off before he managed to finish.

Charles turned with the remote in his hand. “I thought you promised me you’d be careful, boys.”

“Hows was we supposeds to knows about the papapizza was in the beach too?” Toki threw his arms in the air. “You tolds Toki you has reserveds it for us!”

“Well, see, that’s the point.” Charles said. “You’re not safe anywhere from paparazzis. That’s why I told you to be careful.”

“You didn’ts says dats expleaseticivelies!” Skwisgaar countered with an accusing finger. “You didn’t says dats at alls!”

“I did, in fact, I said it, uh, many times.”

“You lies! You lies through yours mouth!”

“I believe the expression you’re looking for is lying through your nose and-”

Toki gasped, covering his mouth. “Yous calling me a liar?”

“I don’t-”

“You calls us liars?” Skwisgaar frowned. “You ams aware dat ams homes of phonics and we cants fires you for dats, rights?”

“Alright.” Charles raised his hands in an attempt to stop the nonsense. “I’m merely trying to protect your privacy like you asked me too, but if you want the press to accost you about your relationship then by all means go ahead.” Without expecting an answer, he left.

“He gots mads.” Skwisgaar said.

“How ams they always know?” Toki was looking at the ceiling. “How can theys know befores us?”

“Whats?”

Toki gazed at Skwisgaar. “The goils. They says they knew we ams in loves since forevers ago. Hows?”

“Eugh, Tokes, de fans ams insane, remembers?”

“Ja, buts…” Toki seemed unconvinced.

Skwisgaar suddenly turned serious. “Wells actuallies, I knows somet’ings abouts dat.”

Toki turned to him, intrigued.

Skwisgaar took a deep breath, like he was about to reveal the most compromising information in the world. “Dey has a special cults whats reunites every fridays nights. Dey gathers in a circles wif a candles and pickstures of us in de middles…” He paused. “And dey prays to…”

“Whats?!” 

Blue eyes bore into him. “Ams you shores yous ready for dis?”

“Yeah! What ams dey prayings for?!”

“Homos sex!” Skwisgaar blurted with a cackle and Toki rolled his eyes.

“Ha has…very funnies, Skwisgaar…ams totallies dyings from laughters…”

“Oh, come ons!” Skwisgaar hugged him by the necks. “What ams you worrieds abouts? They knows nothingks!”

Toki forced a smile. “Ja, yous probably rights…fans ams weirdos…”

“They ams.” Skwisgaar turned on the TV, except this time he was looking for a different channel. “Just delusionals peoples.”

“Ja…”

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The battered man was dragged by a couple of individuals wearing long, dark cloaks. Their faces darkened, they wordlessly brought the man inside a basement, where many more people in the same attire were reunited. 

“Agh!” The man screamed as he was shoved inside. He was so roughed up he couldn't tell if the light was red or it was the blood in his eyes. “Let me go!” He tried to free himself from the handcuffs to no avail.

One of the cloaked individuals whispered to what seemed to be the leader of the place.

“Bring him to me.” The leader said, in a surprisingly effeminate voice. 

In a flash, the man was tossed into the cold concrete, and the cloaked people gathered around him in a circle. They all held the same book in their hands though he couldn’t see what it was. The leader approached him and they all began chanting incomprehensible words.

“What is this?! Where am I?!” He felt something wet under him and looked down to realize the floor was stained with blood. When he looked up, he saw the leader being handed a guitar that she handled like a weapon. “No!” He tried to escape when she walked closer but he was surrounded by all sides. “Why?!”

The leader’s hood fell on her shoulders, revealing a brunette girl with low ponytails. The light was reflecting on her glasses and didn’t allow him to see her eyes. “Why?” She repeated, still raising the guitar in the air. “Well, for Skwistok.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t take it personal.” She said, completely devoid of expression. “You’re just a sacrifice to preserve Skwistok.” She paused. “So they’re always together.”

“What the hell are you- no, no, no! Wait! No-” The guitar crashed against the man’s head, cracking his skull in half. His torso fell on the floor, lifeless as the chants grew louder.

“Skwistok real! Skwistok real!” The group recited, raising their arms in celebration.

The girl smiled, wiping the blood off her cheek as someone took away the guitar. A new candle was lit and added to the hundreds of candles surrounding the basement.

Outside, a sign on the door read “Skwistok Cult”.

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Kloktober 2024 Day 26

Post-apocalypse or Cyberpunk

Army of the Doomstar is a pretty apocalyptic setting so I had to come up with a different one for this prompt. It's still the end of the world, though more scary, somehow.

At the same time, I wished for Skwisgaar and Toki to have a heart to heart talk before the series ended so this is me doing an attempt at that.

Skwisgaar slowly slid down on the dirty floor, trying to steady his breathing. His arms were wrapped around himself like protective guards against a world that he could no longer recognize. To say he was scared would be an understatement, he wasn’t even sure he’d make it alive. Or, rather, he wasn’t sure how much time he’d be alive. 

In the chaos, amidst the explosions and deafening screams, they had gotten separated. His memory was cut in fragments. At some point they were all together, surrounded by their usual Klokateer guard, getting distracted by ads on a big screen. Suddenly, something fell out of the sky and everything turned white. When Skwisgaar opened his eyes again, he couldn’t recognize where he was anymore. People around him were either motionless or screaming and there was smoke all over the place. A rugged hand pulled from his and he let himself be led away from the chaos.

And here he was, in the remains of what had probably been a school, watching the news in a small, old TV, reporting the same phenomenon happening all over the world. Here was, unsure whether he’d ever seen his friends again or die in some abandoned building.

Alone.

On reflex, he looked for the guitar when he remembered it was broken in pieces when he fell on it. At the time, he could barely register it but now he felt a pang in his chest. Chuckling, Skwisgaar hit the back of his head against the wall in frustration. The world was seemingly falling apart and he was thinking of his guitar like a lost lover.

“Skwisgaar?” 

Toki reluctantly stood in the doorframe, as if unsure whether he was allowed to be there or not. Covered in dust and blood, Skwisgaar wondered if he looked the same. 

“Ams you- how ams you feels?” Toki eventually asked, still awkwardly looming in the entrance of the room. 

“Bads.” Skwisgaar snorted.

“Ja…” Toki swayed a little before coming in. Because Skwisgaar’s reaction wasn’t immediately defensive, Toki felt encouraged and sat down next to him. Watching the reports on TV, he asked. “It really ams…overs nows, huh?” He smiled sadly.

Skwisgaar bit his bottom lip, seeing his homeland in shambles on the small screen. “You seems okeys wif dats.”

Toki stared at him though Skwisgaar didn’t return his gaze. “Ams nots, I…” Slowly, he looked down and held onto his knees.

If the situation were any different, Skwisgaar would’ve joked that at least the world didn’t have to hear Toki’s shitty playing anymore. And it would’ve made Toki angry but it would’ve lightened the situation a little. Right now, however, all of that felt distant and impossible to seize. Even though it had only been a few hours, his old life felt light years away from him. 

“Ams just glads amsnt alones.” Toki finally confessed. Silently, he let his head rest against Skwisgaar’s who, for once, didn’t reject the contact. 

Everything was cold and intimidating except for Toki’s cheek on his shoulder. It formed a knot on Skwisgaar’s throat that, no matter how many times he swallowed, wouldn’t disappear. “Hey, Tokes?”

“Mmh?”

“Ams sorries.”

Toki raised his head. “Whats for?”

“I didnts knows how much you resenteds me…” Skwisgaar said, staring at a hole from which he assumed rats would come from. “I didnts know how much I horts you wif mines…behaviors.” He sighed, his gaze now wandering over the window. The helicopters flew in circles. “I justs…” He hesitated. Amidst the debris and death, did any of that matter?

“Thanks you…” Toki chuckled softly. “And ams sorries too…for wantings to ruins your lives and alls dats…”

“All dats.” Skwisgaar repeated with a snort. 

“Ja.” Toki smiled at him. After a few moments, it faded away from his face. “I just wanteds you to sees me.” He looked down, almost ashamed. “Alls this time…I wanteds you to sees me…”

Skwisgaar waited for him to continue, so when he didn’t, he was disappointed. “Dats its?”

Toki raised both eyebrows. “What you means?”

When Skwisgaar turned to face him, it made him wonder when was the last time they spoke to each other genuinely. “You just…wants me to sees you? Just dats?”

The blue in Toki’s eyes, already usually pale, seemed almost entirely decolored under the gray light. His gaze transfixed Skwisgaar in what felt like the longest seconds of his life before something seemed to click. Though when Toki opened his mouth, there was a loud rumble coming from above. 

They both looked up and it had gone quiet again. Suddenly, there was something that felt like a crash, shaking the foundations of the building. In a matter of seconds, it all started collapsing as cement, wire and wood came apart. A big piece of concrete fell right between them.

“Skwis…” Toki was wide-eyed from panic. The exit was blocked with rocks and falling debris.

And yet, seeing the fear in Toki’s eyes, prompted Skwisgaar to calm down. “Toki…Toki!”

Wordlessly, Toki stared at him while the world was ending right in front of them. 

“Alls sees you dere, okeys?”

Toki smacked his lips together and nodded. “Okays.”

Skwisgaar smiled, Toki being the last thing he saw before everything turned black.

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silly quick doodles for @basu-shokikitas 's latest kloktober entry ! the magnet one is a trace from the original 🤭

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Kloktober 2024 Day 23

Dethklok as a diff. music genre

I had to take the chance to use this prompt to shove Dethklok into something that’s very different from them, while still making it fitting somehow. I think I managed.

May the metal gods forgive this brutal affront. 🙏

“You’re up in 5, boys.” Charles announced, then readjusted the mic on his headset. “You can play the footage from last week’s coverage.” He said, while walking away. “Mhm. We’ll work around that.” 

“This sucks.” Nathan sank into the chair as the stylists fixed the contour of his face. “Why do we have to perform? We already know we’re gonna win the Best Band award!”

“It’s for the fans, dood.” Pickles said, red extensions being glued to his scalp to cover his bald spots. “You know how it is.”

“Fuck the fansch.” Murderface spat as a stylist trimmed his mustache. He displayed a bowl cut from having his hair straightened. 

“Ja, fucks them!” Toki agreed, blush being added to his cheeks to make him look more child-like. “Rights, Skwisgaar?” He turned to his bandmate.

Skwisgaar, already dazzling, was too focused practicing dance moves on the corner to listen. He spun around, silently counting the rhythm with one hand. 

“Skwisgaar!”

“Eugh?” He raised his eyes and found 4 pairs of eyes on him. “Heugh…ja.” He blindly agreed then went back to dancing. 

“Yeh, whatever, but we gotta keep up the pretense, you know?” Pickles shrugged, glancing at his nails while the stylist tied his now full mane into a low ponytail.

“Fuck that!” Nathan slammed the table of the vanity set as he also got his ponytail made. “I just wanna fuck groupies but I have to pretend to be a hopeless romantic or whatever!”

“Well, ya kinda are, so…”

“Yeah, but-”

“Boys, let’s go.” Charles re-materialized again to drag them to the stuff. 

Amidst groans and complaints, the 5 members followed him as an assistant handed them their headsets for the shows. They were all wearing white tracksuits, each of them sporting their very own personal color. Red for Nathan, green for Pickles, blue for Skwisgaar, purple for Murderface and pink for Toki. 

“Remember: you sing, you dance, you leave.” Charles said, as they all took their positions behind the curtain. “Do not go off script. I can’t handle another mess like the one from Amsterdam…are you listening, William?” 

“Yeah, Yeah…” Murderface waved his hand dismissively. “I get it, no politics.”

“Showing your underwear is not-”

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, the guests you’ve all been waiting for!” The announcer began. “They’re the terror of every teenage girl’s parents’ wallet! And every teenage boy’s parents too because now their sons all want to let their hair grow!”

“That’s your cue.” Charles said, standing to the side.

“The worldwide famous boy band that’s breaking new records every week, though they prefer to call themselves a Men’s band…D-Clock!” 

The crowd went completely wild, despite them still being behind the curtain. 

“But who are the guys behind the latest musical boy craze? Should we go over every member of the band?”

High pitched shrills reacted in response.

“Alright, I’m seeing tired dads in the crowd, haha…”

“I’m gonna kill this guy.” Nathan announced.

“First we have Nathan, the rebellious leader of the band! Curt and blunt, the fans love his bad boy allure!” 

“I’m gonna mince you to death.” Nathan said, though stopped mumbling when Charles glared at him.

“Then, there’s Skwisgaar, the absolute heartthrob of the band. The best dancer of the group and the most popular member, he’s said to love all women equally!”

Skwisgaar didn’t even react to his own description, still going over his routine in his mind.

“Pickles, the older brother of D-Clock! He’s the voice of reason and often the one calming his bandmates! Aw, Pickles!”

“Okei, he’s startin’ to get on my nerves.” Pickles mumbled.

“William, the…the prankster! Haha! Don’t we all love a good joker!”

“What?!” Murderface practically yelled. “That’sch it?!”

“And, finally…Toki! So cute and innocent that it makes your teeth rot! Every girl dreams of hugging him!”

“Ja, whatevers.” Toki rolled his eyes. 

“Give it up for D-Clock!” The announcer said and the curtain began going up, exposing them to the blinding lights and hysterical crowd crying for them. “Tonight, they’re gonna perform for us their latest single: You’re the Only Girl for Me!”

Slowly, the lights dimmed out, only the ones on top of them remaining as an angelic halo over their heads. A synthetic bass started playing and they all walked forward with Nathan at the center. Assuming their start poses for the choreography, Nathan pressed his earphone further into his ear, but right before he began singing…

“Ahhh!” Nathan woke up screaming and drenched in sweat. Panting he glanced around to recognize his good old Mordhaus bedroom. “Oh, God, that was horrible…that was fucking horrible…” He laid on his bed again and closed his eyes, trying to resume his rest.

He couldn’t imagine a fate any worse than being in a boy band.

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Kloktober 2024 Day 22

Too much booze or too much sugar

In Dethwedding, Skwisgaar mentioned that he had to take care of a wasted Toki before so I like to imagine it's not that much of an uncommon occurrence. Just the idea that Toki is still kind of seen by the others as Skwisgaar's problem appeals to me a lot, lol.

Additionally, I think alcohol awakes contradictory feelings inside Toki. Feelings that he doesn't want to acknowledge otherwise.

Toki felt the contents of his stomach force their way out of him, his body propelling itself forwards. He retched pathetically inside the toilet, expelling whatever else he had left inside him with labored breaths.

“Just lets it go.” Skwisgaar said, holding Toki’s hair to prevent it from getting stained with vomit. Almost as if obeying him, Toki’s abdominal muscles contracted, making him throw up again. “Theres, theres…”

Unable to trust his body, Toki remained there still, looking into the dirty toilet with wet eyes. As seconds went by, he grew assured he was safe from any more vomiting. His breathing was also returning to normalcy. Toki wiped his lips and nose and sighed in relief,  burying his face into his other arm.

“Yous done?”

“Ja.” Toki said, voice muffled.

“How ams you feelingks?”

“Likes shits.” Toki chuckled, throwing his head back to gaze at Skwisgaar.

Skwisgaar furrowed his brows. “When ams you gonna learns? Every goddamns times-”

“Oh, shush, shush…” Toki silenced him and decided to settle his head in Skwisgaar’s lap. The latter groaned but didn’t do much to stop him. Skwisgaar was less reluctant to physical closeness when it was just the two of them.

And that was certainly the case right now, huddled in the toilet stall of  a restroom of some bar whose name Toki couldn’t recall right now. No way in hell the other three would come checking in on them, they were too busy partying with a bunch of strangers.

“Why ams I de ones dats gotsa takes care of yous sloppies mess…” Skwisgaar grumbled, not even looking at Toki. 

If Toki was feeling any snappy, he would’ve replied that it was because everyone knew he was a doormat. That they took advantage of him because he was incapable of refusing a task if cornered to it. But honestly, he was glad it was Skwisgaar and not anybody else’s, so he simply smiled while watching him complain about his bandmates.

Most of the time, drinking made him more feisty towards everyone and especially Skwisgaar. Other times, drinking made him feel funny in his tummy when he gazed at Skwisgaar. As if he were only capable of doing extremes, either finding Skwisgaar the most unbearable human being alive or being utterly captivated by…everything about the guitarist. 

Skwisgaar seemed to notice his eyes and he glared at him. “Whats?”

Shame was not a concept familiar to Toki when he was inebriated. He just kept staring at Skwisgaar’s features, wondering how it was possible for someone to be as attractive as he was talented. Even under the flickering and broken lights, the damp and sweaty hair sticking to the back of his neck and the pronounced eyebags from severe lack of sleep, Skwisgaar was the most beautiful thing Toki had ever seen. 

And whereas he’d normally be jealous of that, tonight he was admiring. Tonight, his ego took a backseat in the neverending spectacle that was Skwisgaar Skwigelf.

“Yous just gonna stares like a dildos de whole times?” Skwisgaar asked, the irritation seeping in his voice. 

Toki grinned lazily, stretching his arms. “I ams drunks and you cants be mads at me.”

Skwisgaar snorted. “Says who?”

“Mes.”

“Pffts.” Skwisgaar rolled his eyes. However, he was wasted too, and it was no fun to be mad while drunk. “Yous a pains in de ass, you knows dat?” He said, trying to hold back a smirk.

Toki wanted to retort that so was Skwisgaar but he felt so stupidly euphoric all of sudden, so safe and protected. With his head between Skwisgaar’s thighs and Skwisgaar gazing at him, it really was like nothing else mattered. Nothing besides them right here and right now.

And that feeling stretched to the end of his fingertips, making him reach for Skwisgaar. His hand held Skwisgaar’s, fingers tangling together and palms pressing against each other. Skwisgaar raised his eyebrow, though he said nothing about it and that only made the fuzziness inside Toki increase, as stupid as it was.

Skwisgaar’s hand was so warm, unlike the cold concrete under them. He was always warm in the most unexpected of times, Toki thought. Always confusing Toki about who he really was, about what really laid under those seemingly distant blue eyes. 

However, when he dared to take another look, he saw himself reflected. A distorted and goofy version of himself, with a ridiculous silhouette and shape. Shaky and flimsy, the polar opposite of how Skwisgaar appeared to Toki right now. Sharp, handsome and so painfully real that it was clashing with the dream-like texture of Toki’s current state.

But that was exactly how they saw each other, wasn’t it? And it was exactly why Toki refused to call the tremor in his chest for what it was, and why he had avoided doing so all these years. Why he only allowed himself to feel it when he lacked self-control like right now. 

 “What do I have to do…” Toki whispered to himself in his native language.

Skwisgaar blinked. “Whats?”

Toki giggled, gesturing at Skwisgaar to come closer. And so he did, shortening the space between them with curiosity. And it would’ve been so easy for Toki to close it himself. To stop lying to himself and take a leap of faith…

The distance between them, however, was not just physical, Toki was reminded when he saw Skwisgaar’s confused stare. 

Something inside him swelled and he shoved Skwisgaar’s dumb face away from him, laughing. “Yous looks stupids.”

Annoyed, Skwisgaar pulled away. “Yous stupid.” He said with a frown.

Toki smiled, even more amused by the fact that Skwisgaar had no idea how right he was. “I ams.”

Music blaring in the distance, Skwisgaar offered Toki a judgemental look. As if he was trying to figure out what the hell was going on through Toki’s head. Eventually, he sighed and looked away. “Idiots.” He mumbled.

The next few seconds remained in relative silence. The ecstasy was slowly washing away, replaced by the permanent inadequacy Toki was more or less used to, exponentially increased because of the alcohol.

“Skwisgaar.”

“Euh?”

Toki hesitated a little. ““If ams always an idiots…” He trailed off, unsure. “Wills you alsways takes care of old Tokis?”

Skwisgaar’s eyes returned to him, though they almost seemed accusatory this time. “I guess.” He shrugged. “I don’ts really has a choice.”

Toki bit down his bottom lip, trying really hard not to feel so relieved over such a non committal response.

It occurred to him that maybe there was nothing he could do to seize the gap. That maybe these semi-private moments were as close as he’d ever get.

And maybe that should be good enough for him, he suggested to himself, lightly squeezing Skwisgaar’s hand to reassure himself.

There was a squeeze back, though Toki could’ve hallucinated it from his intoxication and relentless hope. Just like he could’ve sworn Skwisgaar was glancing at him, but when he looked at him again, the guy was focusing on an arbitrary spot on the floor.

Yeah, maybe that had to be enough for him. 

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Kloktober 2024 Day 19

What if they never got famous?

If there's something I love doing to Dethklok is putting them in different universes so of course I was going to do this prompt!

I took a bit of liberties with it, and not only is this an AU where they never got famous, they're also not complete yet. As such, the dynamic is quite different, lack of fame and success aside.

Please enjoy my version of Dethklok subjected to capitalism~

Skwisgaar unadjusted his tie almost as soon as he sank his weight on the chair. He closed his eyes and massaged his temple, breathing in the busy atmosphere. The place was packed with chattering people, mostly drowned by the loud rock music coming from the speakers strategically placed all over the bar ceiling. 

It was Friday night which meant the working week was over and everyone here was getting ready to forget their responsibilities for a couple of days. 

“Pickles says he’s gonna be here in five.” Nathan informed, staring at his watch. Just like Skwisgaar, he was still wearing his suit except his jacket was hanging on the top rail of the chair.

“Means he ams gonna be here in tens at leasts.” Skwisgaar snorted and grabbed his beer mug.

“Or more.” Nathan said, pressing on his watch. “Dude, this thing is awesome.”

“Whats is?” Skwisgaar asked, only barely putting down the glass to see what Nathan was doing. 

“This watch, man. I can do anything on it.”

“Eugh, rights.”

“No, seriously…” Nathan glanced at the speakers, currently playing ACDC hits. “Watch this.” With just a few clicks, the music suddenly changed to Dethklok. The bartenders looked at the speakers in confusion.

And so did Skwisgaar. “Whats de…how you does dats?”

“The owner of this bar, man. He gave me access to the blueteeth shit or whatever the other day. I think he loves me.” Nathan said, gesturing at the outright corner of the bar.

When Skwisgaar’s eyes followed, he saw a serious, glasses-wearing man in a suit looking at the clientele with a severe expression on his face. The change of music didn’t even seem to bother him as much as the college-looking kids that were spewing beer on the floor did. 

“Hmm, he does looks kinds of homosgays.”

“Right?”

“Yelloooo!” Skwisgaar felt a hand on his shoulder and there was suddenly a red head in his peripheral vision. 

“Pickles!”

“Oh, Pickle.”

Their dreads-wearer friend flashed a grin at them. “What’s up, doods?! I see ye’re all in costume.” He said as he took the remaining seat on the table.

“Nots everyone ams so luckies to owns at a musicks store-” Skwisgaar started.

“And sell drugs to kids.” Nathan completed. “Are you still doing that, by the way?”

Pickles winked and pointed at his friends. “Anytime, my friends.” He glanced at the ceiling with curiosity. “Dood, they know our music?”

“Oh, I just put that.” 

“You whet?”

Skwisgaar gazed into the cream and gold of his beer, only barely registering his friends chatting over their songs as he lost himself in his thoughts.

For the most part, he was over his frustrated rockstar dream and was content with playing with his friends occasionally. In nights like these, though, he wondered if there was an alternate timeline where they made it. Like, really made it. Went platinum and sold out shows in iconic stadiums. A universe where everybody knew their names…

Well, maybe that was dreaming too far.

“So, anyway, how's work?” Pickles asked.

“Oh, you know, the insurance is brutal.” Nathan said. “Today I witnessed my coworker kick out an old lady dying of cancer. Just brutal stuff, man. People there have no souls.”

“Yeh, I bet.” Pickles turned to his other friend. “Skwisgaar?”

“Eugh, I feels likes ams going to starts shittingks numbers.” Skwisgaar ran his hands through his hair with exhaustion. “Dey ams talkings about promotingks me though.”

“No wey!”

“They are?”

“Ja…” Skwisgaar paused, staring at the bowl of chips in the middle of the table. Courtesy of Nathan, of course. “But dey wants me to cuts mine hairs.”

“Dood, no!”

“That’s fucking brutal…”

“Are ye gonna do it?”

“Fucks no!” Skwisgaar shoved a couple of chips inside his mouth. “Dis hairs ams the only things capitalism hasnt takens aways froms me.” He swallowed. “Dey cans fucks off.”

“Well said, buddy.”

“Yeh, I mean they already make you tie it up.” Pickles poked at Skwisgaar’s hair bun with his finger. “There’s gotta be a limit, man…”

“Eugh, yous rights, why ams I keepings dat here?” Skwisgaar untied his hair and shook his head as if to free his mane. “Fucks dese regular jack-offs.”

“I hear you.” Nathan agreed.

Pickles looked like he wanted to say something, though when he opened his mouth, an entirely different voice made itself heard.

“Guysh! Hey, guysch!” Someone called them and they all turned to see its owner getting closer. “I’m here!”

Oh, God.

“Who the fuck invited Murderface?” Nathan inquired, glaring at his friends.

Skwisgaar scoffed. “Whats you lookingks ats me fors? I don’ts even has his numbers!”

“Yeh, dood, you’re usually the one invitin’ him!” Pickles countered.

Nathan slammed the table. “That was once and- oh, hey, Murderface!” He faked a smile at the guy, who was now standing right between him and Pickles.

“Hey, buddy!” Pickles followed, smiling as well though his was more believable than Nathan’s.

“Hey.” Skwisgaar said, too lazy to smile. 

Not even bothering with courtesies, Murderface started complaining. “That schtupid V.I.P. guy almoscht doeschn’t let me in! He thought I wasch underage” He clicked his tongue. “Yeah, right, I’ll schow you who’sch underage, aschole!”

Skwisgaar held the bridge of his nose, already feeling exhausted. Murderface was their occasional bassist for when they played gigs. Emphasis on occasional, since it wasn’t like their audience was very attentive to the bass. Plus, Murderface could be kind of difficult to deal with. 

“Ha ha.” Nathan laughed stiffly. “How did you know we were here?”

“Huh?” Murderface stared at Nathan like he was stupid. “Well, becausche Picklesch invited me, obviouschly.” 

“Oh, he did, huh.” Nathan gave Pickles a death look and Pickles shrugged silently.

“Uh, I did, h-huh…” Pickles chuckled nervously. “W-When was that agehn?”

Murderface was now judging Pickles. “When we were schmoking at Knubbler’sch house?!”

“Oooh, right, right…” Pickles seemed to remember. “I was really high, back then, haha…”

“Hey, where’sch my chair?!” Murderface yelled. Suddenly, he was propelled forward and almost fell on Nathan.

“Hey!” Nathan almost barely held him in time. “What the hell, dude?!”

“I founds you, you motherfuckers!” A stranger pointed at him furiously. 

“To-What are you doing here?!” Murderface was aghast. “You’re not even old enough to be in a bar!”

The stranger, who indeed didn’t look a day past 16, had short light brown hair and was wearing what seemed to be a school uniform. “I gots my ways.” He crossed his arms, smiling smugly. 

“I-I’m gonna rat you out!” Murderface threatened. “It’sch illegal and-”

Abruptly, the kid slammed Murderface against the wall adjacent to their table. “I kills you if you does dat. I fucking kills you.”

“What the fuck is going on?!” Nathan whispered to their friends.

“I don’t know but I wanna watch.” Pickles whispered back. 

“Okay, okay!” Murderface raised his arms in fear. “I’ll give you your money back, juscht let me get my wallet….” When Toki released him, he slowly reached for the pocket in his pants before surprising Toki with a right hook directly at his face. “Hah! I got you, aschole!”

“Dood…” Pickles sounded disappointed.

“No honors…” Skwisgaar commented.

The kid groaned, covering his face with his hand. He was crouching down in pain, which relieved Murderface, but then he swung the same fist at Murderface’s stomach. “Fucks you!”

“Oh, that’s clean.” Nathan said.

“Pretty good…” Pickles nodded.

“Alright, alright!” Murderface yelled when the boy trapped in a headlock. “I’m gonna preschent you to my friends! Remember I told you I had a band? This is them!”

Briefly, the stranger raised his eyes to gaze at them. Frowning, he looked back at Murderface. “You don’t has no bands! Yous a frauds!”

Skwisgaar chuckled. Well, he wasn’t that far off. 

“Yeah, I do!” Murderface struggled to release himself to no avail. “That’sch Nathan, he’sch the vocalischt and that’sch Picklesch and he playsch the drumsch…and-and-” He pointed at Skwisgaar with urgency. “That’sch Schkwisgaar, he’sch the guitarischt! Remember you wanted me to introdusche him to you?! There you go!”

Still immobilizing Murderface, the kid stared at them, his eyes growing wider by the moment. “Wait, forreals? You ams Dethkloks?”

“Yeah.” Nathan sounded annoyed. “Who the fuck are you?”

At once, the boy released Murderface. “Ams Toki! Ams such a huge fans of yous!” He held Nathan’s hand in a one-sided handshake. “I loves you musics!” Then, he hugged a very confused Pickles.  When he spotted at Skwisgaar, though, he turned coy. “You has the best guitars ever…”

Skwisgaar smirked, pleased by the turn this encounter had taken. “Thanks you, I does.”

Murderface finally re-emerged from the floor, massaging his throat in pain. “You want him to give you guitar leschonsch, right? I can get them for you.” He paused and stretched his vest straight. “For a prische.”

“Lessons?” Skwisgaar repeated, ignoring everything else Murderface has said.

Toki twiddled his thumbs timidly. “Um, ja, I plays guitars too…” He took a long look at everyone, seemingly in deep thought, and dropped his arms. “Buts I change my minds.”

“I really don’t know what’s going on.” Nathan said once again.

“Yeh, no, I’m lost by this point too.” Pickles agreed.

Taking a deep breath, Toki stood straight and shot Skwisgaar a piercing gaze. “I wants to join the bands.”

Several “What?”’s went off in confusion, but Toki, looking completely determined, didn’t lay off his eyes from Skwisgaar, and that made the latter only slightly intrigued. Who was this kid and why was he so convinced that Dethklok was accepting new members?

And, in a world where the most exciting thing for Skwisgaar lately was to get an unexpected discount at a restaurant, this is the kind of sudden flame his life needed.

For the first time in a while, Skwisgaar smiled with both his lips and eyes. “Let’s hear you plays, den.” 

[mirrorshards]

stoked about karaoke anime

[mirrorshards]

Kloktober 2024 Day 17

Use the ghost of a dead character

This was actually the first entry I wrote for the event. It was like I got possessed by something. You could even say I was possessed by the ghost of someone. Just kidding.

Anyway, for day 17 you get more Toki trauma. Can be sort of read as a follow-up of yesterday's entry though it's not necessary to read that one beforehand.

Toki opened his eyes and he was in that goddamn basement again. He couldn’t count the days he had been stuck in there. At some point, they had started merging into each other. It was like it was one, huge, never-ending day. 

And he was chained, and he was bleeding. And his whole body hurt so much but Magnus’ words hurt even more.

“Nobody is coming for you. Nobody cares about you, Toki.”

“Dat amsnt true!” Toki protested and the glint of Magnus’ eyes was so scary that he could only look down. 

“Dethklok isn’t coming because they don’t love you, they never did. They just used you because it was convenient. You’re just like me, Toki.”

“No, dey ams my brothers! Dey loves me!”

“That’s what you’ve been telling yourself this whole time. That’s what you wanted to believe. But they’re selfish assholes that only think about themselves.”

“Noes!”

“Accept it, Toki! Nobody has ever wanted you, not even your parents! You’re gonna die alone…” Suddenly, the skin of Magnus’ face melted away, revealing the bones of his rotting skull. “You’re gonna die like me!”

“Noes! Noes!” Toki shut his eyes…

And opened them in his room. “Noes!” He screamed again, struggling with a chain that wasn’t there anymore.

“Toki!” Skwisgaar’s voice came into his auditory field and he was wrapped between slim yet firm arms. “Ams you okeys?”

He was gasping for air and he could feel his heart pounding on his ear. “It ams…he says…”

“Shhh…” Skwisgaar rubbed the side of his face against the top of Toki’s head. “It amsn’t real. Just a dumb, dildoes, nights mairs.”

Toki’s eyes welled with tears, well-aware that was only half of the truth. “He says dats to me…all de times…” He sniffed softly. “Whens I…”

“...Ja?”

“He says dats…nobodies loves me…” As he talked, the sob was creeping up his throat. “Dats I…woulds dies alones…dats you didnts…”

The grasp Skwisgaar had on him suddenly released and Toki looked up in fear, only to be faced with Skwisgaar’s deep blue eyes. “You ams not deres anymores. You ams here.” After a pause, he added. “Wif mes.”

Toki’s breath hitched, fighting the urge not to sob, but when Skwisgaar’s arms wrapped around his waist, his soft golden mane nuzzling against Toki’s jaw so gently, the tears started to flow. He gazed at his warmly-lit room, the plane model that he had been teaching Skwisgaar to build earlier, the guitar resting against his night stand. And the sob inside him started to soothe.

Skwisgaar pulled back a little and watched his face. He had that severe look in his face, the same one he directed to him when he didn’t practice, but instead he leaned in and kissed Toki’s forehead. So sweetly, that Toki could’ve started crying again. 

Or, he could cup Skwisgaar’s face and kiss him on the lips. So, that’s what he did. And when Skwisgaar kissed him back, he couldn’t help shedding one last tear. 

Except this one was of happiness.

“Thank yous.” He whispered against Skwisgaar’s mouth. 

“Pfft, this amsn’t no charities.” Skwisgaar said, with his usual arrogant tone, though when their eyes met, he smiled. “Feels bettors now?”

Toki nodded and nestled against him on the bed. They just stared at each other for a really long time.

It was hard to believe sometimes. Even though it’s what he had always wanted. Growing up in a loveless family made him feel like maybe he didn’t deserve any type of love. That even though he had done nothing wrong, maybe he shouldn’t have been born. That he’d die as lonely as he felt every single day he spent in that cold and cruel house. And so many things that happened to him after he escaped did nothing but reconfirm that fear. 

If he were to be honest, Toki wasn’t even sure anymore if Magnus had actually told him those things, or if it was just his deepest fears talking back to him while he was on the brink of death.  

He stretched his hand to stroke Skwisgaar’s cheek. And Skwisgaar leaned into the touch, like a cat welcoming his owner back home. “Whats you thinkingks?” He asked.

Toki smiled. “Nothings.”

It was really hard to believe sometimes. 

That he wasn’t alone anymore. 

[mirrorshards]

Kloktober 2024 Day 16

Costume Party or Sleepover Party

Because of Dethzazz, I'm convinced Toki has confided in Skwisgaar stuff that he hasn't told the rest of Dethklok. They just have that Scandinavian bond, you know?

And, like I said the other day, I'm a big fan of Toki's early days in Dethklok so here's another entry focusing on that!

Toki hugged a pillow, reluctantly glancing at Skwisgaar’s profile. “Ams this reallies okays?” He eventually asked. 

“Ja.” Skwisgaar said, looking at the old digital alarm clock by his night table. 2 AM.

He was sleeping, or at least attempting to, wearing nothing but a couple of white briefs when Toki stormed into his room. The youngest claimed he had seen something horrible in his sleep and that he couldn’t stay in his room for the night. 

It was not a first for Toki to want to stay in Skwisgaar’s room instead of his own. In fact, the kid appeared to be pretty fond of Skwisgaar, often choosing to spend time with him over the rest of his bandmates. It was only the slightest bit endearing, that Toki seemed to hold him in such high regard. 

As for Skwisgaar, he couldn’t deny he too enjoyed having a fellow Scandinavian that shared his passion for the guitar. And, he’d never admit this to him out loud, but Toki had a bit of a charm that made him very easy to like. So, it wasn’t hard for Skwisgaar to exercise some patience with him.

“And yous not mads about this?” 

“No.” Skwisgaar turned around, glancing at the ceiling.

“You sures?”

“Ja.”

“Reallies?”

“Ja.”

“Reallies?!”

“Toki!” Skwisgaar chuckled and Toki pretty much instantly deflated.

“Sorries…” Toki said, looking down.

“It ams okays.” Skwisgaar laid on his side, his face resting on one hand. “Yous always saying dats. Whys?”

“Sorries? Wells, yeah, I cants helps it-”

“No, nots dat. Well, dats too buts, eugh…” Skwisgaar gestured at the air. “I was referrings to how you always asks if people ams mad.”

“Oh.” Toki straightened up all of sudden. “Uh…”

Skwisgaar raised an eyebrow, intrigued but unsure if he should inquire any further. 

The pillow sitting on Toki’s lap tightened under his arms. “It ams…weirds to explains…” He said, still averting his gaze.

“Eugh, you dont has to talks if you donts wants it…” Skwisgaar’s eyes strayed into the darkness he was slowly growing accustomed to. “I ams not goods with de emotionals bits anyway.”

“My moms and dads…they was always mads at me…” Toki continued regardless. “Always lookings angry and disappointed. And the adults in the town, too. They lookeds at me like I was trash. I never understands what I did dat makes them all so mad…” He let out a shiver and Skwisgaar could tell he was shaking. 

“Tokes,” Skwisgaar reached out to him. “You really donts-”

“When I tries to makes friends with the kids, they was nice to mes and I has funs…but thens come another days they avoids me too. They hates me and I asks them why but they wouldnt even looks at me…” 

Skwisgaar just stared at his silhouette in silence. He had sort of gathered that Toki’s childhood wasn’t great though at this point that pretty much seemed like a requirement to be a great musician. This definitely seemed a bit out of the ordinary, however. 

“There was a girl…from the church…” Even with the dim light, Skwisgaar could make out the faint smile on Toki’s face. “She mades me feels like…something I never felts before. She was different, I thoughts…She was specials…”

Already dreading the rest of the story, Skwisgaar asked. “Ands?”

“I brings her a flower to tell her my feelings and she…drops it. She seems scareds of me, I thinks. When I asks why, she says beings wif me is bad omens. But I still dont understands the reasons…”

At this point, Skwisgaar was completely sat up, almost scared to break the silence with a noise.

“She says dere ams something wrongs wif mes…dats no one can fix.” Toki said in a choked up voice. “And I will always be alones…no one wills…” His head hung down and he placed his pillow in front of his face to hide it. The bed trembled despite Skwisgaar not moving at all. 

Skwisgaar placed a hand on Toki’s shoulder. He knew there was nothing he could say to take back all those years of loneliness and abandonment. He knew that very well. There was something he could give him, though.

“We ams not like dems.” He said softly. “We ams not going to starts hatins you one days. Dat ams imposskibles.”

Sniffing, Toki turned to him. “Yous promise?”

Skwisgaar smiled. “Ja, littol dildo. You gotsa play guitars for us now, remembers?”

Toki giggled. “Thats true.” After a pause, he added. “Yous so easy to talks to, Skwisgaar.”

“Pfft, I doubts that.” Skwisgaar said, remembering his mother chastising him for being the complete opposite.

“Ams serious!” Toki dropped the pillow. “Moidaface ams always saying yous an asshole…”

“Whats?! He says dats?!” Skwisgaar squinted. “Dat littol-”

“He ams wrong.” Toki shrugged with a smile. “I feels I can tell anythings to yous.”

“Eugh, dats a bits…”

Toki got under the covers without losing the smile. “Now you tells me something abouts you.”

“Euh, euh…” Skwisgaar quickly tried to look for a fact about himself that wasn’t too revealing nor too humiliating. “My first loves was de fats, olds libraries ladys from my school.”

Laughing hysterically, Toki rolled on the bed. “No ways!”

Skwisgaar snorted. “Ja, I loves when she leans towards me with her old ladies perfumes ands…”

Like that, Skwisgaar started telling Toki a bunch of random trivia about himself. Some of them factual, some of them a bit embellished but Toki seemed entertained all the same, nodding along and encouraging him to continue at every turn. Skwisgaar didn’t know anyone would be so interested in him, not for his musical skills or his sexual prowess, but just for being himself. 

Toki’s town was right about him, in a way. 

He was one of a kind. 

[mirrorshards]

Kloktober 2024 Day 15

One Year after AOTD

Back with more Kloktober posting!

It’s been over a year since AOTD came out and I like to believe things got better for the boys after they helped saving the world, so…here’s something about that. 🌟

“Just ones more! Just ones!” Toki insisted with a smile.

“Dats what you said de last times.” Skwisgaar feigned exasperation, but he looked just as happy. 

“This time ams forreals.” Toki bit his bottom lip, glancing at Skwisgaar’s mouth. “Ams promise.”

Skwisgaar wrapped a hand around Toki’s waist, bringing him closer. “Dats so?”

Toki nodded, but he also probably would’ve nodded at anything by this point. 

“Comes here.” Skwisgaar whispered and they smooched each other loudly. 

“Wowee…” Toki was left in a daze once they broke it off. “Okays, just ones more!”

Skwisgaar cackled, lovingly looking into Toki’s eyes. “I thoughts you hads promiseds.”

Pursing his lips, Toki gave Skwisgaar a wet puppy look. “Buts…”

“Buts nothing you littol trickers…”

“Oh, Skwisgaar!” Tok whined, his expression turning miserable at once. He turned away, sadly. “You ams so means…”

���Eugh, I ams means?” Skwisgaar chuckled.

“Ja…” Toki was completely brat mode, pouting and frowning. “You ams means and donts lets Toki be happies…”

“I donts-” Skwisgaar repressed a laugh, though when Toki didn’t react, he grabbed him by the chin and turned his face towards him. “Heys, heys…”

Toki refused to meet his gaze. “Means Skwisgaar.” He mumbled.

“Comes on…” Skwisgaar was trying his best not to smile, failing considerably. “Tokes, looks at me…” When Toki finally did, Skwisgaar let out a soft chuckle. “Donts be sads…” Then, he leaned in and-

“Ye guys know we’re still here, right?” Pickles interrupted in disbelief., sitting several feet away from them on the couch. They were in the movie room.

With puckered lips, Skwisgaar and Toki turned to their bandmates. While Toki seemed mostly confused, Skwisgaar raised an eyebrow at them. “Ja, so?” To emphasize his indifference, he put an arm around Toki’s shoulder. 

“Well, don’t do that in front of usch!” Murderface complained.

“And why the fucks not?” Far from the spoiled attitude from earlier, Toki had switched to full aggressive mode. “You guys can do whatever you wants too!”

“Yeah, but…” Nathan intervened, visibly feeling awkward. “You guys are being so…r…romantic…” He said, like the word was hard to pronounce. 

“Nethans, you weres all over the Trinity girls back dens!” Skwisgaar said, grimacing. “Makings us witness yous slobber, eugh, disgustingks…” He shook his head in disgust. 

“Uh, her name was Trindle-”

“That’s what ye two are doin’ now!” Pickles pointed an accusatory finger. 

“Oh, whats? I didnts know I was cheatings on Skwisgaar and tryings to explodes him and kills mine self!” 

“Heugheugh, so you ams the hypers fans whats cants helps but wants more of mes?” Skwisgaar asked Toki, already over the discussion.

Toki smiled innocently, batting his eyelashes at Skwisgaar. “Wells, you knows…”

They started whispering sweet nothings to each other again, like the other 3 weren’t watching the whole exchange. 

“Ye know what, just play the next movie.” Pickles rolled his eyes.

Nathan grabbed the remote control, browsing through the Dethflix catalogue. “Uh, Whiplash?”

“Looks Skwisgaar!” Toki turned to the screen. “It ams dat ones roms and coms!”

“Whet?” Pickles squinted at the couple. “Dats nots-“

“Euh, I remembers dat!”

“Well, I don’t wanna watsch no schtupid romansche movie!” 

“It’s not a-”

“Yeah, we have enough of that right here.”

“Whats ams dat supposeds to means?”

“It’s not about t’at at all!” Pickles took the remote from Nathan and pressed the play button. “Just shaht up and watch it!” 

He felt proud when the whole band settled in quietly and watched the screen. Well, not for long because Skwisgaar and Toki resumed their chattering soon enough. Clicking his tongue, Pickles glanced at his phone to see the time, though the date distracted him. Why did it feel oddly familiar? 

Oh.

Pickles rested his back against the couch, overwhelmed by the sudden memory. A year ago they saved the world, almost losing their lives in the process. A year ago they survived the Metalocalypse while millions perished. A year ago their fans came to their rescue and, together, they could defeat Salacia. 

Somehow, it felt like an entire lifetime had gone ever since and Pickles would like very much for it to stay that way. He didn’t miss feeling responsible for everyone or having to fight constant panic attacks because the end of the world was coming. He just wanted to be Pickles.

It did have consequences on them, however. Nathan was definitely more considerate now and Murderface was opening up more rather than being defensive all the time. And Skwisgaar and Toki…well, whatever that was. 

In all seriousness, Pickles didn’t know what was weirder, that they defeated a gigantic whale that wanted to bring doom to Earth or that Toki and Skwisgaar were all over each other like a couple of teenagers experiencing love for the first time. He would’ve never imagined there would be a future where he’d miss their stupid fights. Well, they still argued, but it wasn’t the same knowing the reconciliation would have them sloppily making out on the kitchen’s counter or something equally off-putting.

Himself? He was fine. He still liked to do drugs and get drunk, they just weren’t his primary reason to live anymore. And that was a good thing, probably. 

“Murderface, don’t keep all the popcorn for yourself.” Nathan whispered, though it was loud enough that everyone heard it.

“I’m not!”

“Heys, I wants some popcorns too!” Toki complained, though he kept both arms wrapped around Skwisgaar. 

“Heugheugh,I gots some pops corns for yous down heres…” Skwisgaar offered.

There was some rustling and Toki gasped. “Haha! It really ams corns shapes!”

“And it shores ams gonna pops, heugh-”

They all groaned and Nathan took the remote back, turning up the volume and filling the atmosphere with the sound of drums. “Just try not to fuck while we’re in the room, okay?” He yelled over the racket.

“Whats?!” The guitarists asked in unison, their hands on their ears.

“I said don’t fuck in the room!”

Toki and Skwisgaar looked at each other, then back at Nathan. “Whats?!”

“I said-” Nathan was about to yell again but he changed his mind mid-sentence. “Nevermind.” Pickles snorted and Nathan turned towards him. “What?”

“Nothin’.” Pickles shook his head, trying to pay attention to the movie. 

He had a far more important reason to live now. 

[mirrorshards]

Kloktober 2024 Day 12

Tattoos or piercings

Been wanting to give a try to Ladyklok for a while now and today's prompt was a pretty good excuse for that! And, of course it's Skwistok.

Sketch by @mirrorshards from one of our convos about genderbending Dethklok ❤️

Toki didn’t know about it at first. She only noticed when she kept noticing a glimmer everytime Skwisgaal talked, like a reflection bouncing off a shiny object. It was when Skwisgaal laughed that she saw it.

A perfectly round silver ball sitting right at the center of her tongue. 

“Whats?” She asked, because Toki kept staring at her tongue.

“Oh.” Toki looked away, feeling stupid for being so obvious. “I didn’t knows you…gots that.”

Skwisgaal’s eyes went wide. “De piercingks? Ja, I gots it done the other nights. Pickle helpeds me.”

“Pickle?”

“Ja, she numbs my tongues with ice and then stabs it with a needles. Ams totallies brutal.”

“It ams sounds painful…” Toki was already shivering from the idea. 

“Wells, I was looking into her eyes so I didnts realize until its had happens.” Skwisgaal shrugged. “She ams a total pros, gots me sittingks in de reclining chairs and alls dat.”

When she said it like that, it did sound quite intimate so Toki tried to ignore the pang of jealousy in her chest. “Um, and why you does that?”

Skwisgaal smirked at her, elbowing Toki. “Oh yous, donts acts like a prudes now.” 

“Whats?” Toki was confused.

Realizing Toki wasn’t lying, Skwisgaal blinked. “Waits, you really dont knows?”

“Noes?”

Skwisgaal started laughing so loudly, that if they weren’t in her room, it would’ve attracted the others’ attention. It was nevertheless still embarrassing, however.

“Whats? What ams it?” Toki asked, only to be ignored by her laughing friend. “Skwisgaal!” She shook her.

“Fines, fines!” Skwisgaal pushed her away. “Dey says it feels good when suckingks dicks.”

“...Oh.”

“Ja, de feelings de metals against de sausage…” Skwisgaal said, dragging down her bottom lip with one finger. “It ams like, amazingks or whatevors.”

Toki got so distracted looking at the way Skwisgaal’s finger trailed over her lips that she almost forgot to keep the conversation going. “S-Soes you hasnt trieds it, yets?”

“Noes.” Skwisgaal put her finger down. “It horts like hells for a few days, so I didnts wants any dicks nears me. But it ams fines now, I thinks I can tries tonights.”

“Hmm…” Toki hummed, distracted. “I wonders what ams dats like…”

“Whats whats like?”

“The piercings on their you know whats…” She tried to picture herself as a man, getting head by a woman with a piercing in her tongue. Her head bobbing up and down as she took her length, the piercing sliding against his member, rubbing and-

“Woulds you know?” Skwisgaal asked, interrupting Toki’s fantasy.

“What you means?” Toki was confused.

“What it ams like.” Skwisgaal said, rolling her eyes like it was obvious.

That wasn’t any less confusing. “But I don’ts…”

Skwisgaal silenced her by cupping the side of her face and mashing their lips together. At first, Toki’s eyes widened, completely thrown aback by the sudden contact, but then she realized she didn’t care and closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of Skwisgaal’s lips pressing against hers.

It’s not like she hadn’t seen Skwisgaal do this before. She liked to offer fanservice because she knew that’s what the fans liked, so she often touched and kissed Nat during concerts because they were the two most popular band members. Toki had also seen her makeout with Pickles when they were both really wasted. And she also liked to fluster Murderface with dirty comments just to piss her off sometimes.

With Toki, though? Nothing, to the point she wondered if Skwisgaal found her ugly or something.

And she was so goddamn glad to be proven wrong.

As she spread her lips open and Skwisgaal slid her tongue in, Toki had to hold back a moan. It’s not like frenching The Skwisgaal Skwigelf was enough, she also had a tongue piercing that was numbing Toki’s senses by the second. 

The cold piece of metal created a contrast with Skwisgaal’s warm tongue, its shape making itself noticeable when everything else was wet flesh against flesh. Skwisgaal moved it in circles, creating an arousing pattern for Toki whose imagination was already flying way too high. Just when he was about to grab Skwisgaal’s waist, the latter pulled back, wiping her mouth. 

“Dat ams de gist of it, pretties much.” She said so casually, like she had shown her a new guitar riff or something.

It took more than several seconds for Toki to recover, already missing having Skwisgaal against her. “I don’t thinks I gets it.” She said, though her squeaky voice indicated otherwise.

“Whats?” Skwisgaal raised her eyebrow, like Toki had said something insane.

Toki cleared her throat. “It ams too fast soes I didn’t gets time to…understands…” Her voice trailed of as Skwisgaal’s judgemental eyes laid on her. Shit, had that been too obvious? 

“You says it was just okejs?” Skwisgaal asked, in a grave tone.

“Kinds of…” Toki averted her gaze, fearing that if they locked eyes then her true intentions would be found out.

Skwisgaal snorted. “Dat ams too bads.” She said and Toki tried not to show disappointment. 

Before too long, however, Skwisgaal grabbed her face and kissed her again.

This time it was more intense, more passionate, as if the lead guitarist was trying to seduce her, unaware that said event had already taken place a long time ago. Skwisgaal pushed Toki to her bed, straddling her right after before resuming the ferocious makeout. This time, Toki allowed herself to moan, to kiss her as deeply as she could, to touch her under the pretense that it was all part of the context. 

When Skwisgaal started sucking Toki’s tongue, her half-lidded eyes on Toki as she went up and down, Toki thought it would be the end for her. How was she supposed to keep her facade up like this? How was she supposed to pretend she wasn’t already crushing on her? How was she-

“What ams you doingks?” Skwisgaal asked, when Toki tried to undo her bra. 

Her brain went blank. “I…”

Skwisgaal sat up, chuckling. “I guess it was enof dis times.” She said, cracking up when Toki stammered in response. 

“I guess it amsn’t bads…” Toki sat up as well, feeling like gravity had made her crash too hard at once. 

“Maybes a goods equivalents would be suckingks you clits, heugh?” Skwisgaal said. Suddenly, she the smile dropped off her face and she leaned closer to Toki.

The proximity was disorientating yet the proposal was even worse and Toki froze, gazing at Skwisgaal’s lips.

But then Skwisgaal was laughing again. “Ams kiddings! Gods!” She glanced at Toki, still cackling. “Yous not a lesbos, rights?”

“W-Whats?” Toki turned red. “Of course nots!”

“Goods.” Skwisgaal chuckled, shaking her head.

As she watched Skwisgaal straighten up her clothes, Toki couldn’t tell if she had gotten lucky or cursed. 

Because she somehow wanted her stupid bandmate even more than before. 

[mirrorshards]

Kloktober 2024 Day 9

Use someone's parents

I was initially not going to do today's entry but I realized couldn't miss the chance to address Skwisgaar's issues with Servetta. Or, well, one of many I suppose.

Thank you Servetta for helping create this deeply traumatized guitarist that I love!

Skwisgaar walked into the classroom. He could notice the eyes on him, and it made him apprehensive, but he didn’t want to show it. Instead, he just sat in his usual seat at the end of the left, right by the window. 

A group of girls whispered nearby him, and clearly they weren’t being quiet enough because he could still hear them. 

“My mom said his mom is…a disgusting person.” One of them said.

“Yeah, my parents told me not to talk to him.” Another replied.

“I think she tried to sleep with one of the teachers!” A third girl said. 

“No way!”

“Yeah, Ebba told me!”

“Ew, then he shouldn’t even be here!”

Skwisgaar glared at the girls and they stopped, pretending to look away. As soon as he laid his eyes off them they started whispering again, except this time he couldn’t hear them anymore.

He watched the snowfall out of the window, wiping his eyes before the tears had a chance to drop. He didn’t need to add ‘crybaby’ to the rumors about him and his mother. 

Not when so many of them were true, anyway.

–

A group of boys ran away when they saw Skwisgaar coming. Laughing and stealing glances at him, they disappeared into the crowd in the hallway. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened, so when Skwisgaar reached his locker, he wasn’t exactly shocked.

There were scribbles all over it, insults to him, his mother, crass jokes, obscene drawings. Pretty much the usual stuff. He was a little surprised when a postcard came flying out when he opened his locker, though.

It was a picture of his mother from the 1956 Miss Sweden contest. Someone had drawn nipples and a bush over her bodysuit and written on the side: “I came to this picture 100 times last night. And you, Skwisgaar?”

“Oh, my God, that’s horrible!” A feminine voice said and Skwisgaar turned in her direction. 

It was Hilda, the appointed nice girl of her class. She had shoulder-length black hair and big auburn eyes and was staring at his locker with horror. Or, wait, was her name Helga?

“Eh, I’m used to it.” Skwisgaar said, tossing the postcard into the nearest trash can. 

“It’s still terrible.” Hilda or Helga replied with her arms crossed and a judgemental look. Skwisgaar noticed that there was a girl by her side. She was biting down her lip, like she wanted to say something.

Skwisgaar knew that look damn well.

“Is it true your mom slept with Erik from 9th grade?”

“Krista!” Her friend scolded her.

“What? You wanted to know too!”

“What are you-”

“Probably.” Skwisgaar closed his locker with a slam, startling the girls. “I don’t really care.” He turned his backs on them and walked away. 

It was always the same.

–

“Dude, Skwisgaar.” 

“Yeugh?” Skwisgaar raised his eyes from his guitar. He was tuning up by the ear.

“You told me you didn’t have a mom, dude.” Matthew said. He was the curly-haired vocalist of the American band Skwisgaar was currently part of  and he was a constantly smoking weed. 

“Uh, ja.” 

“Well, I looked you up last night, dude. Since you said you were famous in Sweden…why didn’t you tell me your mom was a total hottie? I would’ve so banged her!”

“What? Show me the pics!” Rick, the drummer, yelled from the other side of the room.

“I wanna see too!” The bassist, whose name was something like Ryan, joined Matthew on the couch. “Woah, no way!”

“Yeah, dude…”

“That’s one hot slut!” Rick exclaimed, peeking at the phone from behind the other two.

As he watched his bandmates fawn over what were presumably pictures of his mother, Skwisgaar was reminded of a feeling he thought he had left behind just like his hometown. 

That ugly, ugly discomfort when people spoke about his mother. Made him feel so powerless and vulnerable, even though it wasn’t on him.

Even though none of it was on him.

–

“Yeah, I heard of you.” One greasy manager told him, slinging an arm around Skwisgaar’s shoulder. 

He was at the New Year party of a big label. He had been invited by one of his ex-bandmates because he briefly replaced the guitarist of one of the bands they represented and he would never turn down free alcohol and drugs. 

The only downside was the annoying people that acted familiar with him. Like this jack off.

“Skwisgaar Skwigelf, right?” He said, with a drunk breath. He was a middle aged man, his gray hair slicked back and wearing a couple of sunglasses even though it was night. “Your reputation precedes you.”

“Eugh, rights…” Skwisgaar said, already annoyed by the proximity of the man. He hated when people got on his face like that. Unless they were floozies, of course.

“I actually worked in Sweden some years ago.” The man continued. “Your mom was a total sensation back then.” 

“Ja, she was a bits ofs a celekbrities…” Skwisgaar said with disinterest, mildly relieved the conversation was just boring, rather than uncomfortable. 

The man leaned in to whisper into Skwisgaar’s ear. “They say she slept her way to the top…” He placed his hand on Skwisgaar’s waist. “What about you?”

Infuriated, Skwisgaar shoved him away and left, gripping the drink in his hand.

“Hey!” He heard the man call him. “I was just joking, come back!”

There it was again.

That feeling he had worked so hard to abandon.

He hated it.

–

“What ams this?” Their latest addition, Toki, had been snooping around Skwisgaar’s stuff for a while. He was a bit like a child, excited over everything and constantly asking questions. He reminded Skwisgaar of an overstimulated dog. 

“Mmh?” Skwisgaar kept fretting mindlessly and Toki showed him a magazine with himself on the cover. “Oh, dat ams and olds thingks…when I was just gettingks starts…”

Toki paged through the magazine, searching for the Skwisgaar article. “Founds it! Buts I can’ts reads anyt’ings…” He sounded dejected.

“Dats woulds be because it ams in skwedish.” Skwisgaar said, still playing. 

“Waits! It shouldn’ts be thats hard…” Toki squinted at the text. “En…kommande…gita-gitarr? Gittartala- Oh, it ams too hards!” He started looking at the pictures instead. “Wowee! Why ams dat a pages rippeds of?”

Skwisgaar flinched unwillingly. “Eugh…it has somethingks I didn’ts wanna sees…ja.”

Toki tilted his head, awaiting more information and Skwisgaar swallowed heavily.

“It, was, eugh, my moms.” He tried to say casually.

“Oh…”

The pace of Skwisgaar’s playing increased unconsciously. He closed his eyes, feeling his body tense up, his heart rate picking up. 

…But nothing happened.

Confused, he glanced at Toki, who kept inspecting the magazine with curiosity. “So cool…” He whispered in awe at some picture of teenager Skwisgaar posing with a guitar.

“Yous not goignks to ask abouts dat?”

“Whys?” Toki turned the magazine upside down, confused. “I donts gets this…” There was a cryptic illustration on the page. 

“Because it ams my moms?!” Skwisgaar asked, in disbelief. 

Toki’s stupidly innocent eyes laid on Skwisgaar. “Buts you donts wants to talks about it.” He said as if it were obvious.

“W-Well, ja, buts everyones always-”

“Parents ams hard.” Toki said, and it was like the naivety had left his face suddenly. “And…we ams not thems.” His eyes were hard, as if he wasn’t just talking to Skwisgaar anymore.

Come to think of it, Toki hadn’t really talked about his parents either, had he?

And, instead of the discomfort Skwisgaar had grown used to over the years, he felt something different. Something he hadn’t felt since he was a child, since his mother cradled him in her arms and sang lullabies for him. 

He smiled, embracing the sentiment. “You ams wise for a littol snot-nosed brats, heuh?”

“Ams not a brats!”

Skwisgaar chuckled with fondness. “Thanks you, Toki.”

Toki blinked, scatterbrained as ever. “Whats for?”

Without replying, Skwisgaar looked out of the window. The snowfall was inclement as ever.

But things weren't the same anymore.

[mirrorshards]

Kloktober 2024 Day 7

Furryklok or Demonklok

Today’s entry is a companion piece to @kaanagen’s fanart because I got inspired while we were talking about it. 🔥

Set in an AU where Toki hasn’t left his family yet!

Photo credit

Toki wiped his bloody nose, holding back the tears. It had been years since the last time his parents beat him this badly. The basement? Sure, that was like his second room by this point. But being so brutally assaulted, to the point of blood…

Just because he dared to talk about his one dream, about his aspirations to be a musician…

He choked back a sob, more disappointed in himself than anyone else for ever having thought that the people that raised him would react differently. They didn’t even like having music played in the house. Of course wanting to be a guitarist would be blasphemous to hear for them. He was an idiot. A stupid, naive idiot.

But no more of that. That Toki was done for, soon to be buried.

Determined, he searched under the pile of straw and spotted it. The book about satanic spells and rituals that he had researched when he first acquired an interest in death metal. He knew his parents cleaned his room every now and then so the book would be safer here, amongst the litter and rubble that only Toki was in charge of cleaning.

He already knew what page to go to, he had already marked it. It was page 242, how to summon a devil.

Evidently, Toki thought it would be cool to summon your own guardian and thus protect himself from harm, while also enacting revenge on those who wronged him. The only reason he hesitated was, well…the possibility of hurting his parents.

Despite everything, Toki didn’t want to hurt them. They were the only people Toki really knew, after all. What was he supposed to do without them?

Against his will, he felt his reluctance come back to him, and he was about to close the book when a drop of blood fell on the page. Abruptly reminded of what they had done to him, Toki made up his mind.

With his own blood, he painted a pentagram on the wooden floor and placed his battered guitar at the center. Then, he closed his eyes and began chanting, picturing a future where he was allowed to be who he wanted to be. To do anything he wanted to do. A future where he could be free.

Music would be his freedom and he was willing to pay with his soul for it.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling and a light pierced his eyelids. Alarmed, he opened his eyes and found the ground was splitting in two, red blaze coming from where it had cracked. Terrified, he fell on his knees and began to pray for forgiveness.

When he looked up, he saw scarlet smoke was now emanating from the cracks and invading the basement. And within the smoke, there was a dark figure, approaching him with inhuman movements. He screamed in horror, wanting nothing more but to escape yet his body was frozen from the sight. A noise that could only be defined as an electric guitar riff resonated in the air.

“Nows, nows…” A deep voice spoke as the smoke slowly dissipated. “Who dares awakes me from mines slumber?” Blue eyes materialized, penetrating Toki with his gaze.

And yet, rather than be intimidated, the color eased him. It was a beautiful shade of blue, one of Toki’s favorites in fact. The color of the sky, or, well, heaven.

Heaven…

The silhouette stepped out of the smoke and Toki’s eyes widened upon witnessing its appearance.

What appeared to be a slim, naked man with flowing golden hair, cascading way past his shoulders, presented itself before Toki. It was holding a guitar, like a warrior with an axe, and eyeing him with interest. It was so beautiful that Toki would’ve thought he had summoned an angel instead, until he noticed the horns coming out of his forehead and the pointy ears emerging from his mane.

“So it ams you.” The demon said, leaning down to hold Toki’s chin between its fingers. “You looks like a good meals.”

As tempting as it was to gaze at the demon up close, Toki removed himself from the demon’s grasp. He tried his best to remember the Latin lessons his father had forced upon him during childhood. “M-Mihi nomen est…”

“Nej, nej,” The demon waved its hand. “Is understand everies lanksgage.” Its eyes spotted Toki’s guitar, now miraculously repaired, on the ground. “Ams this yours?”

Toki nodded and the demon proceeded to ditch his own guitar, which disappeared into a scarlet cloud, and picked Toki’s. Its long fingers began playing a monstrous solo on the guitar that, moments ago, was completely destroyed. It was sublime, it was godly, it was unlike anything Toki had ever seen.

“Whats yous name?” The demon asked, still fiddling with his guitar so freely that it almost felt obscene to watch.

“T…Toki.” He answered with cheeks flushed.

“Wells, Toke,” The demon hummed with a smirk. It was so tall, so tall that it was towering over him. “Does you have anythingks for me?”

Completely hypnotized, Toki was unable to answer. Though something in his mind was exceedingly clear.

He had gotten his wish.

[mirrorshards]

A special kind of Wonderful