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basu-shokikita · 1 year ago
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Obsessed with the fact that we got a throwback to the iconic Vallhaska moment in the Army of the Doomstar movie.
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toomanythoughts2 · 12 days ago
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Headcanons of Nathan sharing happy childhood experiences with his bandmates because they all have shitty childhoods and he loves tolerates them.
Nathan pours warm laundry on Toki when he's in his room. Toki is so happy when he does this because it's always so warm and everything smells so nice, and Nathan is saying stuff like, "Are you all warm now, little buddy?" and it makes him feel giddy. Also very regression coded.
When Murderface is suffering from nightmares, Nathan will touch his face and glide over the ridges and contours of his facial features to lull him back to sleep. Murderface always acts like it won't help but the affectionate touch always knocks him out in seconds. It's a very private thing that happens between them and Murderface doesn't like the idea of people knowing and making fun of him.
When swimming, Nathan will pick up his band mates and throw them as far as he can. Pickles will usually get the most distant being smaller than everyone, but Toki will ask for it the most. He also plays other games like Sharks and Minos, Colors, and Marco Polo. He will judge the others diving board jumps, play ring toss, and time races. He'll ask them to perform handstands, which Skwisgaar is exceptional at, and do flips in the water. Afterwards, they all get naps in their chairs because swimming knocks them all out.
Nathan will remind Skwisgaar to put lotion on his hands after practice because the strings dry out his skin. If he doesn't do it, he'll put it on himself, which usually includes him pulling on his fingers, pressing into his palm, and rotating his wrists. Skwisgaar never says anything about them but he will admit that his hands feel better when he does that. Nathan will also remind Murderface to put on his eczema cream and will put it on him when he tries to fight him about it.
Nathan is the reason that the other band members like Disney so much. He was the OG Disney adult of the group and had to basically bribe them to go to Disney. He planned the whole thing, showed them hidden Mickeys, taught them how to use the Fast Lanes, told them specific history of the rides and even some notorious bad visitor stories. He made sure they got good seats for the parades and the fireworks, and even let Toki climb his shoulders for a better view. He would have picked up Pickles but he was content standing next to him. He made them fall in love with going to Disney because his parents did the same thing for him.
He regularly has "sleepovers" with Pickles. Usually held in his own room, Nathan will go all out and rent a movie, get popcorn and candy, get into his nice PJs, bring out comic books and soda and all the stuff that he used to do while at a sleep over. They would build a fort and drink and smoke while watching "Transformers" and make bad commentary about the movie like they were on "Mystery Science Theater 3000." They would then fall asleep with the lights still on at around 3am because they were too busy laughing and giggling at each other from the exhaustion to actually fall asleep.
When Mordhaus (apartment) got storms, he would calm down Toki and Skwisgaar by teaching them all of the old sayings of what thunderstorms, lightening, and thunder are. "Thunder is just god going bowling and getting a strike." "When you hear lightening, that's because god sneezed." And he would teach them how to calculate how far away the lightening is by counting the seconds between a lightening flash and the sound of thunder. They would still be a little shaken up, especially Toki, so he would try to keep them as calm as possible.
Nathan has a secret language that only him and other bandmates know. It's incredibly stupid and easy enough to decipher, but its the fact that they have it that makes it special. Sometimes they use it during meetings to talk to each other without others understanding them. They'll tell jokes, talk trash, or just say nonsense cause they can. Over time they forgot about it but by that point it didn't matter because they've been friends for so long that they naturally created their own language with English.
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livestock-and-bibles · 4 months ago
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Things I've Noticed During My Several Rewatches of The Doomstar Requiem
(Lock in, this is gonna be long)
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Murderface is the only one out of the group to have a completely obscured face, possession foreshadowing perhaps? Also he lacks the golden streaks on the halo-esque circles behind them. Inch resting... (Not gonna talk too much abt when the scene goes red and the beam behind Murderface is dripping blood because I believe it's already been talked about before by others, and I don't want to include anything in this post that's already been discussed) Also I love how all of their weapons match their instruments
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The way Toki doesn't even flinch when he gets alcohol poured on his wound is heartbreaking, likely either because the torture his parents put him through as a kid has given him a wicked pain tolerance or because he's so dissociated, similarly to how he behaves in Dethfam when his parents are around or Dethzazz when he's mentally in the punishment hole (I do believe this sort of catatonic state he's in is what's causing him to seem so much worse off than Abigail—though his untreated diabetes + Magnus targeting him more because of his relation to Dethklok probably also adds to it—he's likely not really eating or taking care of himself)
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At first I thought that Magnus was feeding them dog food, but on closer inspection I actually believe it to be human remains. Yeesh. You can see it really looks like muscle fibers, and there's bones, as well as skin that still has hair on it. Magnus Hammersmith they could never make me like you
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On the table is the Klokateer from Tracking/Ishnifus and The Challenge!!
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I think it's interesting how much Nathan's fantasies look like Toki's! I just think it's neat! They're more similar than they seem :)
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This is the most expressive we've ever seen Charles and it makes my heart hurt AUUGHH
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The way Nathan licks his lips/teeth after the "How can I be a hero when my dick's as big as a shoe" line. DISGUSTING /affectionate
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Does this fan look familiar? He should, because it's Dethklok's son, Fatty Ding Dong!! Good to see he's doing well lol, and his real name is Rick, we can also assume that at LEAST four years have passed since season 1, since in season 1 episode 10, he's said to be 14. Since he has a roommate now, he is likely to be around 18 years old
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(Apologies for the low quality screencap I had to nab this from Youtube) I kind of wish that the animators didn't change this original animation for the end of The Fans Are Chatting. I just feel like Nathan pushing away the Klokateers is more symbolically relevant. Nathan is quite literally pushing away the safety and security his avoidance has given him, the hologram disappearing and the fans leaving is a metaphor for the fact that he can no longer keep himself deluded into thinking that everything is fine, he can't hide from the truth anymore
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Almost all of the Rock A Roonie Fantasy Camp counsellors came to the Dethklok audition, there's even the depressed blues guy in the background. There's also Sammy Candynose from Snakes 'n Barrels, so I like to think that Pickles told him about the auditions
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There's also the guitarist from Get Thee Hence
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Toki's shadow!!! The wings!!!
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The animals they take the form of match two of the guitars Brendon Small created with Gibson, The Thunderhorse and the Snow Falcon :D
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It's super tiny but their smiles :'))!!! Also the way their parts play on different sides when you listen with headphones but then combine at this part makes me so crazy. Not only does Toki challenge Skwisgaar and inspire him to get better, but they're also having fun! Which I can imagine never really happened when he played with Magnus
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Probably just an animation error but Skwisgaar is animated as his present day self here. Idk, just thought that was interesting
I think the order of the rest of the band joining in on the background vocals is really interesting, it goes: Skwisgaar, Pickles, Nathan, Murderface. Personally I choose to interpret it as a representation of how long it took each member to warm up to Toki as their rhythm guitarist, Skwisgaar was super fast since he was the one to choose him, Pickles was the one wanting a new guitarist in the first place, Nathan and Magnus seemed to be close, so it would definitely take more time for him to accept Toki as the whole Magnus situation would still feel a little raw, and Murderface is a professional hater so of course it took him the longest
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I really love just how soft and content Murderface looks in Toki's fantasy. We all know he has a softer side and I think that either Toki perceives it, or possibly Murderface shows it towards him (Which I can believe because they're often together and they get along pretty well, Toki is probably the person Murderface gets along with the best actually)
I also want to mention that at this part of I Believe, Toki is no longer singing along with the other's background vocals, and is harmonizing with himself, which gets really sad when you realize that it's because this was just Toki remembering this to keep himself sane and he's actually kidnapped, hurt, and alone. Ouch :(
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The drunk driver who crashed into the Jomfru brothers is the same guy who crashed into Nathan's second grade class in Dethgov. I guess there's only one drunk driver that exists in the Metalocalypse universe lol
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I think we as a fandom need to appreciate Eric Jomfru more. He's such a real one. The way they make you care about him after he's already gone is so evil lol /affectionate
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The way the Klokateers join in on this song makes me wonder if perhaps they view each other as brothers, or if there's just like a strong sense of brotherhood between them
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The groupie on the left can actually be seen in Fatherklok at the beginning of the episode, as one of the women Skwisgaar has been with, so y'know what? She has valid reasons to be mad honestly
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Murderface's pose up top always sends me, sir please calm down, keep it together king
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Murderface holding his wrist :(
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If you look closely, you can actually see that the Revengeancers are eating Ishnifus. Which is just,, utterly horrifying
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In between the shots of the band and the assassin, there's so many inconsistencies in the placement of the characters. For the last two images, I just like to rationalize it as Pickles immediately attempting to run away, then noticing that the rest of the band is still there and being like "Oh shit we're squaring up? Ok I guess". I know it's just so Nathan can be in the center when they use the Dethlights but I just think it's funny
Also in the second to last picture, the way Murderface, typically the most cowardly of the band, isn't looking at the assassin, but instead, is looking worriedly at Toki, makes my heart hurt. I adore their relationship
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Murderface is actually sleeping in Nathan's bed here. If you compare different shots of their bedrooms and beds, it's clear that this is Nathan's, you can tell from the striped pillowcase. I'm not gonna talk too much about this, mostly because I want to make a separate post talking about how Murderface is seen more than once sleeping in Nathan's bed when he's hurt/unwell. It's very sweet lol
ANYWAY! Thanks for reading these rambles, I love The Doomstar Requiem so much! I might make a post like this for Army of the Doomstar as well, and also just some analysis posts if I get the confidence lol. Big thanks to @ratskal for watching this a dozen times with me and pointing out things too. (I actually reached the max limit of pictures allowed in a post which is a little funny, I am so normal about this show /lying)
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dichromaticdyke · 1 year ago
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ALRIGHT I'LL POST MY ANALYSIS OF THE MTL JERK-OFF SCENE HERE TOO.
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you're welcome @ogurizz
for reference, this is a character analysis based solely off the scene in "Writersklok" where Nathan explains their "process" to Abigail. yes, i'm serious.
nathan:
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sleeping on the floor with piles of booze and drugs, not surprising there. though out of everyone who’s still asleep, he’s the only one who’s at the very least stirring, and he’s checking the time. he’s aware he has to be at least somewhat responsible for the band getting up and working, but he doesn’t want to.
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then for breakfast, he’s just staring angrily at his plate of meat and eggs and potatoes. kind of unenthused, like this is the meal he used to eat in his football days just to bulk up—there’s no joy in it, it’s just routine.
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the most emotion we see from him in this scene is when he’s jacking off, he looks both intense and and also like he’s VERY pent up. which i think is reminiscent of how he’s the one who craves a romantic connection the most. even though he does have casual sex, it doesn’t seem to be fulfilling him.
pickles:
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passed out in his bathroom, clearly hungover and had a rough bender the night before. there’s something very lonely about it—despite them all being addicts who love to party and binge drink, pickles is still the one who does it to the most excess, and that’s so common that it’s normal for no one else to be around afterwards. they know he’ll be “fine.”
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and he is, he gets his cinnamon buns, indulging in something that we know makes him very happy. his face there looks a bit happy but also a bit unsure. i mean based off the framing of this shot, it’s implied they’re all having breakfast alone. which might not be true, they all do seem like they could be together in the same room since they’re each in different areas, but that could also just speak to the familiarity they have with each other. even when they’re alone, that’s their spot.
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but back to pickles, casual smirk while jacking off. not much to say except—this one’s for you pickle fuckers.
murderface:
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he’s also been drinking. the way he’s positioned too, his arms crossed like they usually are reflects his typical disdain and anger that he carries through life. he can’t find a moment of peace, even when sleeping.
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he’s clearly not getting enough sleep, though, likely still troubled by something, whether it’s anxiety/insecurity or nightmares about his father, and so all he has for breakfast is coffee.
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again, he seems most at peace while jacking off, and he’s also really focused. we know he’s not getting as much action as the rest of the band, but he’s at least found a way to deal with it so he doesn’t get too frustrated.
toki:
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funnily enough, he has the easiest time sleeping. i think that’s crazy given his TRAUMA, but he clearly has a routine he sticks to. he’s got his sleep mask on, he’s sleeping in his clothes on top of his bed like a heathen—whatever it is, he knows how to get comfortable, and honestly? probably just having a bed AT ALL is better than his childhood, so that’s all he needs.
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then he has just a very simple cereal for breakfast—even though he could have anything he wants, and even though he DOES indulge at times, he prefers the simple things in many cases.
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and he jacks off like a maniac: not only is he using that intense focused face he makes while coloring and texting (clearly coloring, sex, and social interaction all fire off the same synapses in his brain) but he’s also. not in his room. @supersaturnnyoomkitty and i have talked about this before and we don’t know where the hell he is in this shot. but he’s not comfortable jacking off in his room, probably because of all the creepy pictures of his parents staring at him.
skwisgaar:
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my babygirl…sleeping with a bunch of groupies who he’d just spent the night with. i always think it’s interesting that he lets his groupies stay the night, i think he longs for the closeness/intimacy of sharing a bed with someone after sex, but he’d never admit it.
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at breakfast, he just looks bored. he had a beer and nathan’s coffee mug and waffles, but all he’s interested in is his guitar. that’s all he’s ever truly interested in, regardless of who else may or may not be around.
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and then he’s naked when he’s jacking off. because of COURSE he is. besides guitar, sex is the only thing he’s good at, he takes it very seriously, very intensely. besides guitar, it’s probably the only worth he thinks he has.
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and then none of them really feel like recording. not because they’re dispassionate about music, obviously they’re not. they all care deeply about music and dethklok, even if they’re just terribly lazy. because they have gotten so used to the rockstar lifestyle that it’s easy for them to fall back on base pleasures, even when they’re all clearly suffering from loneliness or trauma, and they can just WORK ON THAT if they made music together, if they worked together as a BAND a FAMILY. but they don’t always want to, because it’s gay to care.
i spent way too much time looking at this scene to write this, i deserve recompense.
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polyklok · 2 years ago
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When they’re down bad
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Dethklok and their massive, throbbing crush. You can interpret this as and xReader, xOC, or even towards each other idk I don’t make the rules.
Nathan Explosion
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Unlike the other members, Nathan has had experience with actual girlfriends (rather than just flings) before, and so can identify the difference between attraction and actual romantic interest pretty quickly.
But he’s still a total idiot about it. He basically hasn’t developed his flirting style since high school; he hasn’t needed to. He’s famous! So, he just sorta forces himself into their attention all the time. He purposely bumps into them, asks to borrow random things, always stands or sits next to them. He just wants to constantly be around them.
He tries to start conversations too but, my god, he’s so awkward! They’ll be sitting in silence together and he just shouts “MAN, THIS WEATHER IS CRAZY.” While it’s been perfectly sunny for three days straight. BTW, he’s always yelling around his crush. It’s partly because he’s nervous, partly because he’s trying to assert his “dominance” (he doesn’t have any)
He tries to drop not-so-subtle hints about his feelings. Like, there will be a couple in public, clearly on a very romantic, cheesy date and he’ll be like “THAT LOOKS FUN, WE SHOULD DO THAT SOMETIME” to his crush. Or if there’s a kissing scene in a movie, he squeezes their hand or something. Just, out of the blue.
In general, he’s pretty obvious and is sort of a disaster, but it’s cute and oddly charming. 7/10 because I suddenly decided I’m ranking them
Pickles The Drummer
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If Nathan was a disaster, he’s the end of the world
He desperately tries to play himself up in front of his crush, specifically trying to seem more classy and sophisticated, which are two things Pickles is not. He’s the kind of guy to try to be suave and lean up against a wall and then immediately eat shit, falling to the floor.
He likes to talk around his crush but never to his crush, ya’know? Like, if they are in a room, he’ll speak all loudly to a group about how cool he is and all the things he’s done. But in a one-on-one convo, he’s literally shaking and sweating and nodding along like his brain isn’t in full panic mode (it is). Because he physically can stand how gorgeous his crush is and how obsessed he is with them.
He’ll probably try to drink more than usual to calm his nerves, but it really makes it worse. Cause now he’s a bumbling idiot who’s only talking about how ‘damn pretty’ they are and threatening to get into a fight with the bartender.
Eventually, he does calm down. And he gets to be his natural, funny and relaxed self around them. His heart still flutters, but the anxiety doesn’t consume him like it used to and he has a real conversation with his crush and it feels like he’s falling in love all over again.
Like in most situations, Pickles is kinda a wreck. But he needs time and the right amount of booze to be a pretty great guy, 6/10
Skwisgaar Skwigelf
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Sound the fucking alarms because this Swedish whore has himself a crush. Seriously though, the realization hits him like a fucking truck. He’s just like, wow this person is hot and I like spending time with them and they have a great personality and they’re funny and they make me feel nice and HOLY FUCK
He gets so pissed. Like, genuine anger at himself and them and everyone else in the world because something is wrong. He can’t bring himself to take it out on them, so he just always scoffs and ignores them for weeks on end. But the whole time, they’re in his head. He feels all warm and fuzzy in more places than just his dick for once.
Eventually, he stops being just a baby and gives them a weird, half-assed apology his ego is still fragile, ok?! And starts flirting. Hard. Constantly praising their body and making unsubtle sexual innuendos, it’s the only thing he really knows how to do in this situation. God forbid they giggle or flirt back, because his face is gonna turn completely red and he’ll need to excuse himself for a 10-minute freak out.
Skwisgaar just feels so many strong emotions, and these new, affectionate ones are just kicking his ass. There’s a good chance that he gives up because he just can’t handle it. But, he might just persist and slowly open up and let them in.
He’s pretty much a noob for these sorts of things. He’s a sex god, not a Prince Charming. 3/10
Toki Wartooth
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Toki is actually more passive when it comes to romantic feelings than you would expect; he can accept potential love interests as friends very easily. But once someone has embedded themselves in his brain as more than just a groupie or a good friend, my man is COMPLETELY ride or die
Doesn’t make any effort to hide it either. He gets all giggly around them, biting his lip, twirling his hair, kicking his feet. He’s seriously smitten and everyone can tell, including the crush. He won’t deny it either, “Of course I’s likes them! Who wouldn’ts?”
His wooing methods are completely cheesy as well. Like, leaving a large, lovey-dovey gift basket on their doorstep or writing awful poetry for them completely in Norwegian. In fact, he’s pretty much always getting them little gifts and they’re all genuine, even the stereotypical ones.
He also gets very, very touchy. Greeting them with hugs and holding hands and even little surprise kisses. He knows that they’re not technically dating, but he still sees them as his one and only, so he already begins cementing himself as their partner.
Although, if they don’t show any interest back, he’ll stop after a week or so simply because he gets bored easily. I’m not gonna sit her and act like he doesn’t have the patience of a four-year-old.
Man goes all in with his flirting but it fizzes out very quickly. 7/10
William Murderface
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I was wrong about Pickles; THIS is the ultimate disaster. Poor guy really can’t take it, he’s so flustered and anxious and a bit furious at the whole situation. William is so fueled by hatred and hostility that he can’t fathom the fact that he genuinely likes someone and craves their love. For him, it feels like he’s gonna die without them and yet he refuses to go within a foot of them.
Most of the time, he just stares at them with his angry look on his face. If they ask what’s wrong, he just mumbles and walks away. But really, he gets so excited that they talked to him, even though he immediately fucked it up.
Maybe with some time, he can find a slightly better way to deal with his intense feelings. He mostly just needs to learn to relax and have some confidence, but those are both things he has never been good at. But, if he does manage do to so and have a conversation with them…it’s still pretty bad. He’ll stutter and stumble, walking on eggshells because he knows that he has a tendency to say stupid shit.
Even if the relationship doesn’t ever go anywhere, there’s a very good chance he’ll be this nervous around them for months, possibly years. If his crush manages to get the message and starts encouraging his ‘advances’, it’ll still be a while until he’s anything less than a wreck.
Someone please help Murderface, he’s dying out here. 2/10
Btw I wrote this last night and am posting it without much proofreading so sorry if it’s awful
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anothertransauthor · 8 months ago
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hiya !! this is a bit of an odd request but is there any chance you'd be willing to write pickles x reader , where the reader has shied away from alcohol / substances all their life until they start embracing them after becoming close with pickles ? all good if not , thank you and have a great day !! o7
Oooh i kinda adore this trope ngl. keep coming with these bangers im so excited!
Only With You
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Summary: Dethklok's newest babysitter has been observed to be quite the dildo. They never want to drink with them, smoke, or generally party with them in a significant way. Pickles opens his own investigation into them and starts to genuinely enjoy the time they spend alone. Maybe he'll lower their walls, and open them to some new mind-altering experiences.
Warning: obvious drug and alcohol use, as a general pot user I'm going to be as specific as possible. I'm going to make this as fluffy as possible but there might be some suggestive content. Reader has they/them pronouns
Word count: 2345
"What are you? Schome kind of fucking schquare?" Murderface quipped, a mischievous glint in his eye as he nudged Nathan playfully. "Yeah, come on, don't be a dildo," Nathan retorted, his deep voice rumbling with frustration as he batted Will away from him.
Their banter filled the cramped bar, the air heavy with the scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke. Neon lights flickered overhead, casting a dim glow on the worn-out furniture and peeling wallpaper. As the tension between Murderface and Nathan escalated, Toki attempted to intervene, his gentle voice drowned out by Skwisgaar's disdainful remarks about both of them being a "lady dildos." The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, their argument blending with the other patrons' raucous laughter and clinking glasses.
Feeling overwhelmed, y/n glanced around the bar, a headache forming from the noise. Just as they were about to suggest leaving, Pickles came to the rescue, a mischievous smirk on his lips.
"I know a quiet spot; let's dip while they're distracted," Pickles suggested, his voice low and inviting. The air was heavy with the scent of cigarette smoke and distant laughter, creating a hazy ambiance that enveloped them both.
Y/n hesitated, a flicker of concern crossing their features. "I don't know, Charles might kill me for leaving them by themselves," they replied, their voice tinged with uncertainty.
Pickles waved off their concern with a casual shrug. "He'll get over it as long as they don't drive. Then again, they wouldn't leave without me. So therefore, we can hang out in a cool alleyway while they drink themselves to the ground."
With a sigh, y/n bit their lip, their mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Despite their hesitation, the allure of escape beckoned, tempting them to leave the chaos of the bar behind.
After much internal debate, y/n finally nodded and walked with Pickles into the alley. It was nothing spectacular, but the relative quietness offered a welcome respite from the clamor of the bar. The cool wind brushed against their skin, causing goosebumps to rise on their arms.
"So uh...this is where you run off to when they get loud," y/n remarked, their breath forming wispy clouds in the frosty air. "Shoulda known to check the alley."
"Aww, you look for me?" Pickles teased, his voice laced with amusement as he pulled a joint from his pocket.
Y/n watched in awe as Pickles took a long drag, the smoke swirling around him like a halo. The air was thick with the scent of cannabis, earthy and pungent, mingling with the sharp bite of the night air. "For as much as you brag about being rich, you think your lighter could use an upgrade?" y/n teased, their voice laced with amusement.
"Eh... this lighter and I have a history," Pickles chuckled softly, leaning against the cold brick wall. "I smoked my first ever blunt with this Zippo... would you believe I stole it from my dad?"
As Pickles continued to talk about other crazy stories, y/n found themselves drawn in by his easy charm and effortless charisma. They watched as his fingers traced over the worn metal, the flickering flame casting dancing shadows on the alley wall.
"Yeah...I believe it," y/n replied, their voice soft with admiration. "So you've been smoking a long time, huh?"
"For as long as I can remember, y'know, before I got into the other shit," Pickles admitted, nudging a crate beside him. "You've been standing a while; you should sit."
Their body moved instinctively, gravitating towards Pickles as they settled onto the crate beside him. With a sigh of relief, y/n felt the tension begin to melt away, replaced by a sense of calmness in Pickles' presence.
The silence between them was almost palpable, the only sound the soft rustle of the wind and the occasional clink of cans on the ground. Despite their attempts to enjoy the tranquility, y/n couldn't shake the nagging feeling of restlessness that gnawed at their mind.
"Wow..." they laughed awkwardly, their fingers fidgeting with their sleeves. "A whole five minutes without being asked to partake...must be a new record."
"No sense in pushing it; it's a waste of good pot," Pickles remarked casually, his demeanor relaxed and nonchalant. "Besides, the first high will be shit if you don't know what you're getting into."
Y/n nodded in agreement, their gaze drifting down to their hands. "You just make it look so easy..."
Pickles tilted his head, the crimson strands of his hair falling over his shoulder as he regarded y/n with a knowing smile. "Make what look easy?"
"Everything!" y/n blurted out, their words tumbling out in a rush of emotion. "Just...everything you do is effortless. You make it look so easy to talk to people and operate under pressure like nothing affects you. I want to relax, and I want the rest of the band to like me...and I shouldn't be rambling right now, but it's like I can't stop myself because my brain just won't—"
"Shut up?" Pickles interrupted gently.
Y/n blushed brightly, their cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "S-sorry..."
"No...like your brain just won't shut up? I get it. Hell, why do you think I smoke this stuff?" Pickles reassured them, nudging them with his shoulder. "It's not easy being so laid back; it takes practice."
"Practice?" y/n echoed, their curiosity piqued.
Pickles nodded, his gaze steady and unwavering. "Gotta practice not worrying what other people think. I'm fucking famous; who cares what nobody at the bar has to say? It's vain, I know, but it works. It's easy to be friends with people when you can shut off that little nag in the back of your head. You just have to stop assuming people are out to get you."
Y/n nodded in understanding, their thoughts swirling as they absorbed Pickles' words of wisdom. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, the silence punctuated only by the soft sound of their laughter and the occasional drag of the joint. Despite the cold, y/n felt a warmth spreading through them, a sense of peace settling over their troubled mind. As they sat side by side, y/n couldn't help but admire Pickles' easygoing demeanor and the way he seemed to effortlessly navigate through life's challenges. For a moment, they forgot about their worries and insecurities, lost in the simple pleasure of his company. And as they took a hesitant puff of the joint, feeling the smoke fill their lungs and the tension melting away, y/n realized that maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.
Their eyes wandered over Pickles, taking in every detail with an almost reverent appreciation. Each freckle, every smile line, and the faint scars that adorned his skin told a story of a life well-lived, adding to his allure in the dimly lit alleyway. Despite the chill in the air, the warmth emanating from Pickles enveloped them, comforting and reassuring like a soft embrace.
As they sat there, a thought lingered in their mind: why was everything about him just so perfect? His casual demeanor, his effortless charm—it all seemed to come naturally to him, effortlessly captivating those around him.
Caught off guard by Pickles' quizzical expression, y/n felt a blush creep into their cheeks as they realized they had been caught staring. But Pickles' playful demeanor quickly put them at ease, his snicker breaking the tension that hung in the air.
"You see something you like?" he cheesed lightly, dramatically waggling his brows.
"No- I mean yes- I mean- shit.... uh-"
"Relax, I'm messing with you," Pickles chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. "I gotta teach you how to flirt."
"Heh...um, actually, I was maybe wondering if I could try..." y/n trailed off, their gaze flickering towards the burning joint in Pickles' hand.
"Holy shit, you actually wanna smoke with me?" Pickles exclaimed, genuine surprise coloring his tone.
"Well...kinda. Maybe it won't be so overwhelming if it's with you..." y/n admitted, their nerves beginning to dissipate in Pickles' reassuring presence.
"I'll take care of ya, don't worry," Pickles reassured them, passing the dutchie with a gentle hand. "Don't try to show off, ok? Baby hits..."
After calming their shaking hands, y/n carefully placed the joint between their lips, their senses heightened as they inhaled deeply. The taste was harsh, earthy, and unfamiliar, causing their shoulders to tense with each choppy cough.
"Deep breath. You're gonna choke no matter what, you got virgin lungs. 'S normal," Pickles reassured them, his voice gentle and reassuring.
"It tastes like dirt..." y/n grimaced, their discomfort evident in their expression.
"Well, it's weed; it's gonna taste bad," Pickles shrugged, his easygoing demeanor soothing y/n's nerves. "Take one more, then pass it back."
With a nod of determination, y/n took another deep breath, the smoke swirling around them in ethereal patterns. Despite the initial discomfort, a sense of calm washed over them, easing the tension in their shoulders and allowing them to relax fully in Pickles' company.
Pickles extinguished the joint with a flick of his wrist, the ember sputtering out as he tucked the carton back into his pocket. Leaning back against the cool brick wall, he regarded Y/n with a curious expression. "So, short stuff, how do you feel?" he asked, his voice tinged with genuine interest. Y/n raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in their eyes. "You're one to talk," they scoffed, a small smile playing at their lips. "I feel…slow, but in a good way. Like, I can finally think clearly, funnily enough."
"Yeah?" Pickles raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Yeah...is this how you feel constantly?" y/n returned the question, genuinely curious about Pickles' experience.
"More or less," Pickles snorted, kicking around some cans on the ground with a lazy gesture. "I could get used to this," y/n mused, a sense of contentment settling over them like a warm blanket. "It feels…easier to talk as if a barrier was temporarily moved to the storage room of my brain. This is nice. Thanks, Pickles." "Hey, any time," Pickles replied, a genuine smile gracing his features. "You remind me a lot about myself, actually."
Y/n tilted their head curiously, they scooted closer to Pickles, craving his warmth in the chilly night air. "How so?" they asked, their voice soft and curious. Pickles paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he considered his response. "I used to worry about how everyone perceived me," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "I was always so…strung up, like the world was out to get me." He chuckled softly, the sound rough and raspy in the stillness of the alley. "I know I'm nothing but a pampered, rich airhead," he admitted, his gaze flickering away for a moment before returning to meet y/n's eyes. "But I know this job keeping us out of trouble isn't exactly the easiest. If no one else is on your team, you can relax knowing that the world's best drummer is." Y/n felt a flutter in their chest, their cheeks flushing as they met Pickles' gaze in the dim lighting. His words were simple, yet they held a profound depth of meaning that resonated with them. "Pickles, I—" they started, their words catching in their throat as they struggled to articulate the whirlwind of emotions. They leaned away slightly, suddenly self-conscious about intruding on his personal space. But before they could retreat too far, Pickles grinned cheesily, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "Geez…you really are the coolest," they blurted out, a shy smile tugging at the corners of their lips. Pickles' grin widened, his laughter echoing off the walls of the alley. "You think?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.
The air between them crackled with anticipation as y/n struggled to find the right words, their gaze locked with Pickles' in an unspoken exchange of longing and desire. In that moment, everything else faded away—the noise of the city, the chill of the night air—leaving only the two of them, suspended in time. Pickles waited with bated breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he silently urged y/n to speak their truth. He could see the turmoil in their eyes, the raw vulnerability laid bare, and he felt a surge of tenderness wash over him.
Finally, y/n took a deep breath, their voice trembling slightly as they found the courage to voice their feelings. "Everything about you has always been cool," they began, their words soft and hesitant. "I wish I could say I was jealous, but…I don't think that's it." A flicker of understanding passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken attraction that had simmered beneath the surface for so long. Pickles' heart soared with a newfound sense of hope, his gaze never wavering from y/n's as he silently encouraged them to continue.
"Oh?" he prompted, his voice gentle but filled with anticipation. He knew what they were about to say, could feel it in the way their gaze lingered on him, and he silently willed them to take the leap. Y/n hesitated for a moment, their mind racing with a new uproar of butterflies. But then, with a surge of determination, they pushed aside their doubts and fears, allowing their heart to lead the way. "How do I say this…" they trailed off, their voice barely above a whisper. "Other than I just don't want tonight to end…" And in that moment, the weight of their confession hung heavy in the air, the tension between them palpable. But before either of them could say another word, Pickles closed the distance between them, his lips capturing Y/n's in a tender kiss.
Time seemed to stand still as they melted into each other, the world fading away until nothing was left but the warmth of their embrace. And as they pulled away, breathless and exhilarated, y/n felt a sense of peace settle over them, knowing they had finally found the courage to speak their truth. "Me neither," Pickles whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and affection. "Let's make tonight last forever."
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ok that took a really really long time. now time to go back into my writer whole. Leave more requests for me :DD
EDIT: HI so for some fucking reason in the translation from docs to tumblr, half of the fucking fic was just OMITTED. HOW DID I NOT NOTICE UGHHHHH im so sorry yall if the pacing felt weird. thats what i get for not proof reading before i post but i was SO EXCITED to have another bomb fic doneeeeee.
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twigg96 · 1 year ago
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Twiiigg i have an idea, how would Dethklok + Charles react if someone walks in while they're having an intimate moment with their s/o?? Teehee 👁
OMG @gogomeaty 😏 I love this idea! Let's goooo!
Nathan - Despite his outward appearance Nathan is a very gentle lover. He would never take advantage of his partner in anyway. Public sex is not something he has ever thought of in his life and while it's not off the table for him it would need to be discussed in detail with boundaries clearly drawn. But in this instance that never happened. He and his partner were in the supposed privacy of his room. His large calloused hands sweetly caressed their supple thighs as he went to work on them. His mouth doing dirty things that had his partner pulling his hair and moaning so ever lewdly. Just as they were about to get to the good part... the door burst open, Murderface leading the whole band into the room despite the way Nathan scrambled to cover both him and most importantly his partner. "Hey, Nathan... do you think this milk went bad Pickles told me juscht to usche it but-" Murderface went silent staring at the two in shock. "Were you two... FUCKING?!" Pickles laughed elbowing the bassist in the ribs. "Dude, they totally were." Toki was disgusted and ran out of the room while Skwisgaar smirked and winked. "Can I join?" Nathan felt so overwhelmed and embarassed. His whole body felt hot and chest felt tight as he growled. "Get the fuck out NOW!"
Pickles - This man is the king of oral. He is not afraid of using his prowess on his partner whenever and wherever was the most convenient for the both of them. He loved having his partner's legs wrapped around his head squeezing his earrings and gauges into the sides of his head, his tongue ring bringing his partner to bliss over and over again. Pickles had no humility and would go down on his partner in the middle of the living room while they watched a movie. It was during one of these times that the rest of the band came home early from bar hopping and just so happened to see Pickles enoying his partner like they were the last meal he was ever going to get. The redhead didn't even stop. Just held his hand up in acknowledgement as the boys all stared in various forms of disgust and amazement and continued with his ministrations. Nathan was the only one with the good sense to leave on his own accord. But after the others realized that Pickles really wasn't going to stop for anything including them they left feeling violated and a little disturbed.
Murderface - William is a very loving and sweet lover. He takes his sex life very seriously and while he may "Brag" about it to his friends. Making wild and unbelievable statements about crazy sex acts he did with his partner, Murderface is incredibly respectful while in the bedroom and would never do anything that would make his partner uncomfortable. Public sex while in theory is hot, is something that gives him hives thinking about. So he personally likes to keep things secluded to the bedroom or somewhere more private if he can help it. If any of the band ever walked in on him mid-fuck he would loose his absolute marbles on them. Screaming profanities would only be the beginning. William would throw whatever sharp object he could reach first at whoever had interrupted them. And it would be up to his partner to keep him from gutting whoever was at the door with his favorite knife. He took his partner's modesty seriously and was an EXTREMELY jealous man after all. There would be no sexy times that night after whoever walked in left (screaming in terror). Instead William and his partner would need to talk. About what just happened. He would need to be assuaged that he was really the only one for them. Cuddles would be a must for him afterwards with his partner allowing him to run his fingers through their hair.
Toki - While he is very proud and prominent with his PDA Toki doesn't actually want to be caught in the act with his partner. Believe it or not he is a rather modest and shy lad when it comes to his sex life and doesn't so much as like to kiss and tell. So if he and his partner were to get freaky in a public place he would take extra procausions to make sure that no one would be able to walk in on them. He would order the gears to stand gaurd at the doors, close the shades so no paparazzi can get shots of his naked back, and even go as far as to place a pen or pencil on the doorframe so that he can hear if it opens during. However things happen. Sometimes he gets distracted and forgets to close the blinds the full way and pictures are taken. Sometimes his bandmates still barge in whether he wants them to or not. He always is a burning mess of embarassment when it happens. Screaming and throwing things is his go to especially if it's just a family member. But if it's the press... he shuts down. It's not until Charles goes out of his way to fix the situation that he starts to relax again.
Skwisgaar - This man lives for sex. Every bit of it, every position, every thrill. He loves on his partner like it's the last day either of them will ever live. However he has standards from past experiences. Public sex is off the table. He has an image to uphold. Quite literaly. He is the fastest guitarist in the world. He can't damage that simply because he's feeling saucy at the dinner table. He will always tease his partner. But never go farther than that in a public space. In the bedroom however... Oh Boy. He is all over them like icing on a cake. That comes back to bite him in the ass sometimes however whenever he forgets to lock his door and poor Toki comes strolling in asking when their next practice session is. Or the gears come in begging for him to go to Charles' office. Skwisgaar doesn't stop however. He has no shame in his own domain. He knows he is doing no wrong in there and refuses to stop until both he and his partner are completely satisfied.
Charles - Poor poor Charles is used to being walked in on by now. He loves his bois more than anything in the world but GOD DAMN does he wish that he locks on his doors were stronger sometimes. Charles is the most dignified man on the face of the earth. He wouldn't be caught dead trying to do anything naughty to his partner out in the open... HOWEVER he has gotten into the habit of being blatantly honest with his man sized sons by telling them when he's planning to get laid so he can maybe have some alone time with his partner. This has seemingly helped... at first. That is until Nathan and Pickles both realized they could use this information to their advantage and sabotoge Charles' sexy time to get whatever they want...
Magnus - He would straight up slice a bitch if they ever walked in of him and his partner fucking. Especially Dethklok lol
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chewing-drywall · 4 months ago
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What I think of metalocalypse ships
Skwistok- it's. Okay? I can see why it's a thing as they're the most conventionally attractive, they have a funny dynamic and they technically do work well together but it's just bland. Personally they really fit the rival siblings sort of vibe, skiwsgaar bullying toki because that's what older brothers do and they just seem like very close friends that mean a lot to eachother then anything super romantic/sexual (or if anything i love a solid qpr). IF ITS DONE CORRECTLY and you actually flesh out both charecters I've read a couple fantastic fanfics but otherwise it's a 6-7/10 for me.
Nickles- fuck yea, pre-klok snb pickles and young Nathan? Fuck yea. Late deth-klok emotionally constipated co-parents? Fuck yea. They already care about eachother so much from contributing so much to the band, and they've known eachother forever. Love it 👍👍👍👍 10/10
Dickface- kind of what happens when fandoms don't want to include the less attractive charecter, and as someone who does like murderface this isn't the greatest ship BUT I see why it exists. The Christmas special? Great! 6/10
Nategail- eh. It could've been SO GOOD GUYS I LOVE ABIGAIL!! But unfortunately it just was NOT fleshed out enough and if they gave us reasons to care about the ship then sure but CMON that proposal scene was so fucking awkward. 5/10
Now we get into the rair pairs
Natecharles- fuck yea any creations I've been surrounding this ship have been very high quality and I think it's sweet. 8/10
Skwisgaar/murderface- I actually really like this one WHEN. Skiwsgaar is the one that first starts liking murderface not the other way around. It can be used to show that regardless of appearance it turns out that people will like you for being YOU and it's generally pretty nice.
7/10
Nategaar- aha yea give it to me, it's like. Yea. This ship shakes my head like an etcha sketch. It's the most musically driven people in the band, the most most likely to pursue music afterwards if the band ever ended, both perfectionists when it comes to their creations and they both have a tendency to work until they drop. Yes. 9/10
Magnus/Charles- the only reason I even mention them is because @feeshies wrote the most in-depth fic I've honestly read to date surrounding this paring and the characterization of both of them has honeslty made me like them as a whole. I love the idea of the DRAMA when magnus got kicked out to also lose another person he cared about and Charles choosing the band over him, as a tragedy enjoying YUM
Pickles/toki- ehhh, there's just too many parental caregiver vibes for it to really work. They both deeply care for eachother and they obviously are very close but yknow it's not like a actual relationship type thing. 3/10
Tokigail- not my fave but honestly not horrible for a show with like a single female charecter. I don't think their good in like an actual relationship but I love the idea of a very closeknit friendship forged from sharing horrible experiences. 4/10
Hammertooth- such a landmine I'm not even going to talk about it
Poly klok- yes. Just, as a queer person who is also aromantic I get such joy seeing them all together and happy, no matter the dynamic they all have lovely chemistry and i love scenes where their all just hanging out and having fun
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deada55 · 29 days ago
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Kloktober 2024 day 31: Your choice
Here’s how I envision the night after the end of Rehabklok. In the name of the father, the son, and the holy Slay, all blessings be upon you this Kloktober and forevermore.
"Jesus fucking Christ it's late."
"Mosts of our shows go like this, Nathan."
"Yeah, but I don't know. Time zones or something." Once his corpse paint was smeared onto his sweaty shirt and thrown down on the floor, Nathan rested his head on the edge of the dressing room counter.
"Are we schtill going out tonight?"
Skwisgaar groaned and bent forward to spray dry shampoo at the crown of his scalp. "I don't knows if I wants to."
"What do ya mean, guys? We haven't been here in years!” Pickles grinned.
"Yeah, because you refused to fucking play here and Charles doesn't like your fucking brother enough to contractually make you do it. And the show was an hour behind while the fucking police pulled you out of the harbor."
"Yeah. And?"
Pickles had gotten out of wearing corpse paint due to the time it took to find the extra drumset and rearrange the stage, since the hoverdrums quickly became a series of Australian offshore pollution fines. Instead of futzing around with cold cream, he mopped his face with a hot, vaguely herbal towel and checked that his dreads were properly perched on his head. As if to add insult to injury, whenever his dreads weren't secured, there was a big black sunspot waiting under it, and it had a powerful habit of making eye contact with everyone taller than him (which was... almost everyone) whenever it didn't have some hair over it.
"Yeah, so it's late, I'm tired, and you're relapsing after a week out of fucking rehab." Nathan stood up, tossed his hair over his shoulder, and did tricep stretches as he turned to get himself a clean shirt from a klokateer holding a rack.
"Nathan, alcoholism is a disease," William started, with his hands clasped behind his back as he started to pace around Pickles like a dumb kid. "And we realize our arguments are powerless against the disease. Right? Nathan?" Nathan grunted and let his belt out another notch.
"Wait, did you fuckin' go to Al-Anon?" Pickles didn't know whether to be touched or disgusted. Out of all the groups he did at Malevolent Creation, Al-Anon (after all, he was once the miserable little child of an alcoholic, right?) never lost its nervous, delicate atmosphere like AA and NA did. He didn’t absorb any pointers on how to live “day by day” from how badly everyone else's dads treated them when they were kids. It wasn't his thing.
"Yeauh, Charles made us." Since the show ended late, the takedown was late and it made sense that the line of sluts might not have finished their paperwork yet, so Skwisgaar was picking his guitar back up.
"Yeah." Nathan punctuated the silence and leaned against the door.
Pickles took a deep breath and relaxed his shoulders... Expensive ass rehab's expensive ass meditation classes weren’t a total waste.
"Well, uh... thanks, guys, for worrying about me, I guess. As for my sobriety, I'm glad I could do it and it was a valuable learning experience but I'm not going to-"
"Who said we were worried?" Nathan looked up.
"Well what the fuck are you going to Al-Anon for?"
"Look, Pickles, you're an alcoholic. You couldn't stay sober for a week, now you're giving up and it's-"
"Dood! Are you blind or did you forget that I fuckin’ saved your sorry ass from that fuckin’ crock-pot car bomb drum machine? Are you kidding me?"
"That's not what I'm talking about!"
Before they could fight anymore, one of the klokateer roadies knocked on their dressing room to get them to the "backstage" area tent in case they wanted to lay a groupie. Out of the line, as bumpy and wide-hipped as a dairy herd's line to the milking parlor, only a few were real standouts... Instead of taking a few for later at the hotel or using the false dressing room attached to the whorish holding pen, half of them were invited out to a bar they'd rented a top level of. It's no fun watching an empty bar, right? It was all part of the Dethklok local economy boom... Some franchises will outsource workers from states away when their actual workers purchased Dethklok tickets. Some waitresses made careers working like travel nurses for Denny's.
At the upper level of a yuppie bar made out of an old, old movie theater, full of baroque wooden accents along the walls and a ten foot tall chandelier with the dustiest, rustiest glass crystals you've ever seen. It was a beautiful bar, but too big to be so kitschy, full of lucky townies and hot metal sluts with post-show wet panties. The crowd roared behind them.
Nathan found Pickles at the VIP bar with a pint glass of ice water and a cigarette. Swallowing away the nausea, he took a seat alongside him.
"Hey."
"Hey, dood."
"About earlier..." Nathan hesitated so long that Pickles spoke, assuming that Nathan didn’t have anything to say.
“It’s alright. I’m not angry about it. I’m happy to be back, and I’m going to talk to Charles and the stage designer about taking the hoverdrums out. I can’t do that shit, man.”
“No, Pickles… Look,” Nathan leaned his forearms over the bar. He caught Pickles’ eyes once, but within half a second retreated to looking at the bar top. “Thanks for coming for us. That was… some really crazy shit. I don’t know, well- uh, I don’t-'' He raised his fist in front of his nose and tried not to breathe too deep, until he was finally able to let out a strangled burp and keep going. “I don’t know if I’d do that. And, uh, I didn’t worry about you, because, you know,” Nathan waved his hand around the converted balcony where Toki was scarfing refreshments and playing brickbreaker on his dethphone, Skwisgaar was being served shots of Rumplemintz with his head in the lap of an otherwise gorgeous medium-skinned girl whose nose was so broken that she constantly breathed out of her mouth, and Murderface was scoring out on 4’s and 5’s so hard that it belonged on WorldStar.
“We don’t interfere with uh, with that, so I wasn’t worried, but I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Robot death is brutal but, uh, being dead isn’t good for the band.
“I’m not apologizing but I feel bad about the rehab thing, too.” Nathan’s hands crept up over his face, with the weight of his head resting on pointy elbows. “It was a Charles thing. I kinda agreed with it, but it’s garbage to make you do that. If you wanted to go you could have,” He lowered his hands and picked at the tabletop. “I mean, look at James Hetfield…”
Pickles rolled his eyes, but the comparison game wasn’t worth playing. “I get what you mean, Nathan. It means a lot. We’re good, ok?”
“Cool. So… Can I order a drink?”
“Sure, hold on a sec.” Pickles held up a finger and chugged the ice water. When he tipped the glass, the “water” shimmered around the melted ice in the top of the glass, almost like oil, or vodka…
“Pickles…”
“Relax. Out of the too’a us, I’m not the one whose had a goddamn liver transplant.” He waved the bartender over. “Two jager shots and two bottled Yuenglings.”
“Gross.” When Pickles elbowed him, he couldn’t help but smile.
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weapon-xox · 6 months ago
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Peak sleeping hours for the band were anytime between 5am to 2pm. Charles had time.
The empty halls of Mordhaus were just that; empty, quiet. There was no life in these halls, except for the occasional bustle of a tired Klokateer on patrol, hardly awake enough to notice Charles, which meant he was hardly doing his job of protecting the band.
That wouldn't do, but the Deadman didn't have time to worry, here on only one mission;
To see his band, something he'd been planning to do but, there hadn't been a peaceful moment in between renovations until now.
Charles made his first stop; Williams room. Poking his head in briefly, the room was an unusual disaster, clothes tossed about, empty take out containers and garbage, and a smell. It made Charles stomach churn, he couldn't stay here long, a quick glance at Murderface sleeping in his bed and more so cuddling his blanket rather then covering himself. Charles found, despite all of their past quarrels, he still missed the bassist dearly.
Skwisgaar and Toki made it easy, the two of them wrapped in Skwisgaars soft faux fur blankets, Toki tucked into Skwisgaars side as the two Scandanavians sighed in unison. Charles found himself missing Tokis insistant prodding, Skwisgaars dry humor. There was a dull pang in his chest, and Charles had to leave.
His next stop was Pickles, the drummer wrapped tight in his blanket, so small and curled up in the middle of his bed with his pillows thrown to the floor. Nathan must have bundled him like this Charles decided, he'd seen it before. A coping mechanism Pickles used as long as Charles could remember, he couldn't help but smile. Old habits die hard.
Charles finally made it to Nathans room, looking up at the grand and beautiful doors, his heart fluttered. It'd been many months since he'd been back here, specifically, inside the walls of Mordhaus. He'd watched from afar, but he craved this, he needed to be close to the frontman again.
He stepped inside the room this time, he knew Nathan was a heavy sleeper, the usually over-bearing presence soundly asleep on his back. He looked around the familiar walls, dark, the room lit only by the moonlight that flooded in through one large window. Charles had always admired Nathans eye for interior design, his room probably being the most beautiful spot in Mordhaus, in Charles own completely unbiased opinion.
But he didn't have a lot of time, he could hear the band in his head, telling him how gay it was to be thinking about Nate's design skills rather than admire the man himself, the real attraction. He smiled fondly, and stepped towards the sleeping lyricist.
He was beautiful. His sharp features soft, thick eyebrows furrowed in slight worry. Nathan didn't ever move or talk much in his sleep, but his face alone always gave him away.
He was having a nightmare, and Charles chest hurt, thinking of all the times he hadn't been here to comfort him. He'd make up for it now, cupping Nathans cheek, thumb soothing against a high cheek bone and almost immediatly Nathan leaned into his touch. Charles paused, took in what he could of his face, of his large and soft body. He brushed his fingers through oil slicked hair, a frown settled on usually stoic lips.
Charles knew he was wasting time. He shouldn't be here, not yet, and before Nathan could jolt up from his sleep in a cold sweat Charles had already been gone.
The frontman pressed a hand to his damp cheek, the ghost of a touch lingered, and it felt so familiar...
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taintingimagination · 1 year ago
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Toki Wartooth • NSFW Alphabet
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Author's Note: This is my first time really using Tumblr, so the formatting for posts aren't where I want them to be right now. Anyways, let's see how these do!
A = Aftercare: Absolutely! He's a sweetheart and adores showering you with hugs and kisses. Depending on how rough the session was, he'll run you a bubble bath or massage you.
B = Body Part: His favorite part of you is your waist. He likes to wrap his arms around them and hold you. He may be a little territorial so he'll hold them even outside the bedroom. On himself, probably his abs since he talks about them the most.
C = Cum: On your face - he's a fan of facials. He doesn't mind finishing inside you either.
D = Dirty Secret: Toki wants to completely own you. He's been shadowed by Skwisgaar for a long time, so he wants at least something to himself that Skwisgaar hasn't done ten times better. Possessive on an insecure level, he needs reassurance.
E = Experience: Toki has decent experience, mainly groupies. However, he doesn't let that ruin his time with you since you're the only one who matters.
F = Favorite Position: Toki likes when you're on your knees. Overall, any position that makes you look completely helpless.
G = Goofy: Not by a long shot. This man is in his own world, completely focused on all the ways he can fuck you. Though, say I love you once and he might crack a smile and giggle.
H = Hair: Toki keeps it trimmed regularly, whether if it's neat or not depends.
I = Intimacy: Very intimate, very passionate. No matter how rough and demeaning he is to you in bed, he makes sure you're okay with it first. Affection is his love language.
J = Jack Off: It's canon that he (along with the rest of the band) regularly jack off. Sometimes, he'll make you do it to him.
K = Kinks: Toki is into S&M, mainly because of repressed trauma. He enjoys the power he feels from seeing you hurt and helpless during sex. He has a harness under his bed just for you. He also enjoys softer, more domestic kinks like dollifacation.
L = Location: Preferably in the bedroom, he would rather have your body seen by him and to take his time with you.
M = Motivation: Just the pure thought of you. Some motivators for him is neck kissing and you facing him in his lap.
N = No: Toki doesn't want his back touched, nor does he want you to pull his hair. He also doesn't want to hurt you badly, nothing beyond spanking - choking is a risk.
O = Oral: Blowjobs are reals cool! As stated above, he loves to give you facials. He talks trash about going down on a girl, but he's very sweet with you when he does. Yes, his mustache tickles your inner thighs.
P = Pace: Slow and rough.
Q = Quickie: Toki isn't much of a fan as he prefers to draw out the session, but everyone gets desperate. He'll do quickies in reserved places in public, and even on the tour bus or backstage.
R = Risk: Toki is only game to experiment if you are. Every once in awhile, he learn some new BDSM tricks and want to show you. Mainly, he just does what he already knows.
S = Stamina: Excellent. Though, most of his sessions are heavier on foreplay than fucking, he can go all night if he wanted.
T = Toys: Toki sometimes uses toys on you. He could either be generous and just use a bullet vibrator, or keep a butt plug or dildo ready to occupy one of your holes while he uses the other. But, he feels confident enough in bed that his fingers or dick is good enough.
U = Unfair: Toki the Tease. All this dude does is make you anticipate by stretching out foreplay or going slow in sex. Verbal teasing like degrading, also yes. He'll take any opportunity to make you look less than him.
V = Volume: Compared to the rest of the band, he makes a lot of noise. Instead of grunts or soft groans, he'll moan boyishly.
W = Wild Card: Toki likes seeing his partner's makeup run and smudge down their face. He'll even doll you up so he can fuck your throat or make you cry, just so he can watch the mascara bleed down your cheeks.
X = Xray: Toki is packing, have you seen him in that thong..? I see at least eight to ten inches in there.
Y = Yearning: Toki isn't as open about his sex drive, but he's just as bad as the rest of the band.
Z = Zzz: Toki watches you fall asleep, then he falls asleep himself. It's soothing and healing to him in a way.
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basu-shokikita · 11 months ago
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Dethklok's reaction to knowing they're gonna die
So here I am on my bullshit once again. Just wanted to talk about that one scene from AOTD 'cause it's been haunting me lately.
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First things first, the way Nathan's expression contorts with fear upon realizing that he might have fucked up, and now they're all gonna die.
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Immediately Pickles' breath hitches up as he tries to confirm the information. Nathan is not any more optimistic the second time.
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Then this: Pickles tries to hug Toki, who barely reacts, standing very still instead. Now this one stuck with me, why? Because Pickles is very obviously trying to keep up his 'motherly' role be there for the youngest one. Because of Toki's attitude towards Skwisgaar during AOTD, Pickles can only have concluded that the little guy wants to be physically comforted. So, that's what he does. He goes in for the hug, because Toki must be really scared of death, right?
Now I don't doubt Pickles' good intentions, but I think he's also projecting a little. He's the one having the most visceral reaction to what Nathan said. He's upset, he's terrified, he wants out. He wants to be comforted but how can he be when he's the one supporting everyone? He can't break down, he's been the backbone this whole time. So he clings to Toki, and feigns a protective role when really all he wants is to be protected right now.
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Then you have these two. Skwisgaar is hunched, head hanging low, barely showing emotion. Just like Toki, he is shocked.
Murderface is avoiding sadness as ever, venting instead with his favorite projection device: Planet Piss. He's not sad about dying, oh no, he's mad he never finished Planet Piss! And he's gonna be a loser for it and that sucks! But he's not sad, he's just angry, obviously.
Skwisgaar doesn't even try to be a smartass or sarcastic. He's just defeated, it's not just them that are gonna die, everyone will. Everyone will die and nothing will matter. Nothing will have mattered at all because they will all be gone. Definitely think it's interesting that the guy with the biggest ego in Dethklok is the one thinking about how it's not just them that will meet their end, but the rest of humanity as well.
Murderface then is less mad, and more like relieved. He won't be a loser and he won't be seen as a loser because no one will be around to judge him. Speaks a lot about his fear of rejection and constant attempts to fit in. There's no one to fit in with if they're all dead.
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And then we get to this, this. The callback to the infamous 'Sees you in Vallhaska' scene. This little thing right here drives me insane because, I can't believe they referenced to that scene, and because, god, the context is so much more different now.
Back then it was just the two of them, about to be slashed by MMA. And that's when Skwisgaar turns to Toki and tells him he'll see him in Valhalla. But it was just the two of them. (Important to note, though: in the season 2 finale Skwisgaar and Pickles are stuck in a similar situation but Skwisgaar doesn't initiate any interaction, and it's Pickles instead who does it, wanting to confess he managed to suck himself off before dying.)
But here is the whole band, the whole band is about to die. Scratch that, humanity as a whole is gonna vanish.
And Toki, right after Pickles tried to comfort him and he didn't react, Toki walks to Skwisgaar. He walks to Skwisgaar and only addresses him. And he says that he'll see him in the afterlife. He doesn't tell this to Dethklok, he doesn't even tell this to Pickles who just tried to support him. He doesn't even say it to Murderface who was talking to Skwisgaar just a few seconds ago. No, he says it to Skwisgaar only.
Toki tells Skwisgaar that they'll hang out everyday for eternity. And there's most likely at attempt at cheering Skwisgaar up, or even cheer himself up, or both, really. But he doesn't look thrilled about it either, he doesn't want things to end up like this. So it ends up coming as a (death) sentence, rather than comfort. And that's what Skwisgaar senses too, he knows Toki is reluctant and so is he because, fuck, is it really gonna end like this? And he's mad but so helpless too that he asks if Toki's implying they're going to hell.
And it's such a cold thing to say for sure but let's be honest the way Toki worded it didn't sound great. Not that he can be blamed really, their situation is so fucked up anyway.
But the most glaring thing about it all for me is the acknowledgment Toki has of their bond. Rather than wanting or wishing to stay with Skwisgaar forever, it's more like he knows, he feels in his heart that that's what's going to happen to them. And maybe it's not the best situation but at least they'll have each other. And that's just incredible to me.
Because back then, Skwisgaar spoke to Toki when it was just the two of them about to meet their end. Here, Toki is choosing to address Skwisgaar only when they're all about to kiss their lives goodbye. It wasn't just circumstance back then, nor is it a coincidence now, these two are tied in some way that goes beyond regular life and death, and they know it. And in a way, it's not really their choosing. It's just the way things are.
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toomanythoughts2 · 3 months ago
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Murderface reads to me as someone who would have a battle jacket.
Like, his vest he wears everywhere, even as a kid, gives me battle jacket vibes. But because he had like no money growing up, the only patches he could get were from shitty bands that he didn't really like for either really cheap or by stealing them. He also can't sew, so he would either beg his grandma to do it or use safety pins. But it was a hot mess with patches, buttons, and layered fabric. Just all over the place.
But once he got into Dethklok, something he had to do was get rid of the patches/buttons/fabric because it was advertising other bands, and they couldn't do that. It's the one time he actually listened to Charles and Nathan about something pertaining to the band. So for years, he went without adoring anything on his jacket, but he still collected patches/buttons/fabric from concerts they did go to. Especially once he was able to actually go see bands he loved and got their merch, he was all over their merch table.
He would dream of how to configure the best-looking battle jacket in the world. But he still wasn't allowed to wear one because it's advertising. So, years go by, and Murderface's dream of creating the best battle jacket fades away. Until Toki picks it back up. Toki had always wanted one of his own, but his inexperience and fear of being made fun of stops him. But he collects all kinds of things that he loves and will even collect patches for Murderface. Toki knows they can't have battle jackets, so he makes them in secret. They're crudly made, but they have a lot of soul put into them.
Somehow, Murderface finds Toki making one. And Toki is afraid that Murderface is gonna make fun of him or that he's gonna get in trouble with the band, but he does neither. Murderface tells him that it's looks off balanced and to switch the patches around to make it flow more coherently. And that's when Toki realizes that he could use Murderface. They have a talk, and Toki hears all of Murderface’s love for his jackets and how his dream is to make the best one. So Toki suggests that he make them anyway, and that Toki will help him. Charles and Nathan just said you couldn't wear them, not not make them.
So Murderface starts constructing battle jacket after battle jacket with Toki, using all of his collected pieces. Toki sees this as an arts and crafts club and loves spending time with Murderface making jackets. Murderface helps construct the pieces together while Toki sews or pins the pieces. Toki even learns how to put in metal studs or spikes.
The band realizes that they've been spending a lot of time together and find out that they've been making jackets together. Soon enough, it's a group activity. Pickles brings out some of his old battle jackets of when he was younger. Skwisgaar shows the band pictures of different variations of his early jackets that were destroyed sometime in his childhood. Nathan brings in his own collection of patches/buttons/fabrics to make his own. Nathan has choice paralysis though so the band has to help him map out the jacket. It's the most coherent the band has been in a long time, working on making their own jackets. Charles is shocked the next time he sees them when he realizes that he got through an actual productive meeting.
Bonus: The band makes Charles a battle jacket out of the leftover scraps and patches and buttons to show their appreciation for his hard work. Charles accepts it then shows the band his own jacket he made decades ago from his closet.
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skwigelfskwisgaar · 1 year ago
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A Headcanon Dump 2 - Electric Boogaloo
Because I needed these out of my head. No, I won't apologize for these.
Skwisgaar may have jumped from band to band out of sheer boredom, but another glaring issue for him was addictions. He gets dumped by his 2nd band for being a raging addict and manages to get clean, then follows through on it with the rest of his bands. When he's the only one sober enough to play competently, it gets annoying at best or devestatingly tempting at worst.
This also ties in with his other much less obvious addiction - sex, and women and their attention in general. At first, it was something he could do to show he wasn't just big talk - on top of craving some kind of maternal figure for a time to pamper him - that eventually spiraled into his new addiction. Due to the rather toxic enviroment the boys surround themselves with, based on dated stereotypes and what not, no one bats an eye at Skwisgaar falling dick first into a pile of women. Unfortunately, this also became a double-edged sword, where Skwisgaar feels pressured to perform his best in this area, too.
His worst point was immediately after Toki's kidnapping. He hits hard drugs, a first for him with the band. I like to think Pickles immediately tries to sober him up enough to at least not become completely useless. Pickles may be the first band member to really see what Toki really means for Skiwsgaar outside of their call response dynamic on stage.
This said, Skwisgaar probably hates being around Toki post-DR, to see how much mental damage the kidnapping and torment did to his best friend. He can't stand Toki when he is age-regressed because to Skwisgaar, it's a reminder that they didn't try hard enough to find him. It breaks his heart to see his friend literally losing grip with reality, all because they were too busy partying to go find him sooner. He tries to make it up to Toki when he is back to himself, but there's a deep guilt that eats at him for not finding him sooner, for choosing to go back to his addictions and relapsing instead of trying to help find him.
I want to believe that Pickles kinda let the others know what was going on with Skwisgaar when he first got high with them after the kidnapping. Pickles, despite being completely anti-sober, realizes that perhaps there are people who need to be limited if not cut off, and with Skwisgaar he tries his best to limit his access to whatever potent drugs he has on hand.
By the time AOTD rolls in, Skwisgaar has been sober again, mentally strained from the ordeal with Toki, and doesn't have a stready friend to rely on like he used to. Since Bookklok, he and Toki drifted apart so much that even if he is glad that they rescued Toki and he's back he can't really get over the damage Toki's book did to him.
They try to talk about it, realizing that perhaps their dynamic may have changed permanently, and Skwisgaar feels like he lost what he used to have with Toki - a wonderful friendship that got destroyed by his ego and pride. He apologizes, sincerely, but he feels like Toki and him lost trust in each other; Skwisgaar trusted Toki to keep his secrets instead of using them to cut him down, and Toki isn't over the whole 'party to forget' era that the band engaged in to avoid facing the reality of his absence.
Nowadays, he doesn't get high, but when things get to be too much or they push him too far, he drinks and drinks until he blacks out. When he's drinking normally, he gets incredibly flirty with everyone except Toki; it has led to some awkward situations and accusations, primarily from Murderface, to which Skwisgaar says was done in jest.
Skwisgaar has gone to Twinkletits on very few occasions, mostly to get anxiety meds and to cope with his newfound loneliness in the band. He's been encouraged to seek new connections or change up the ones he has now.
Speaking of which, he and Magnus used to be best friends. So much so to the point that when Toki started hanging out with him, Skwisgaar felt double betrayed by the fact that Toki effectively replaced him .... and so did Magnus.
Post-AOTD, Skwisgaar has a hard time finding that comfort he used to have - his anxiety is wearing him down, and the need to constantly improve and perfect his craft keeping him on edge. He's trying to keep himself together, by doing self-care routines and reminding himself he does care and he does matter. Time will time how well he learns from his mistakes and hopefully be able to shed the crippling anxiety and stress of this work.
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gointothevvater · 1 year ago
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Dec 16 Black friday
Today's guest star is @m3gahet's Robin! 🖤
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"Do you think she'll like it?"
Rolling his eyes, Charles smirked and pointed out, "You can always include the receipt, if you're that worried about it."
Mirroring Charles's smirk, St. Cecilia agreed, "True enough." She hadn't known Robin all that long, and she was terribly worried about giving a terrible gift. Christmas, her mother had once told her, is only as good as the gifts you give. She needed something excellent. Rifling her way through a stack of ridiculously soft cashmere sweaters, she came away with a pretty white one. She had the same sweater in baby pink, and it felt like wearing a warm cloud. She so hoped Robin would like it. "I have a custom guitar being made for Skwisgaar, and Pickles should be easy, too."
Seated on the boutique's little bench, Charles said, "He usually is." There was laughter in his voice.
"Mm-hmm." Pointlessly checking the sweater's price tag, St. Cecilia said, "Honestly, it's the rest of the boys I'm worried about."
"You don't have to buy for them, dearest," Charles said as he stood.
"They're your family, Charlie. Of course I do."
Charles hummed before he asked, "And what is it you're getting me?"
"You?" The laughter came then, and St. Cecilia smiled when he slung an arm around her waist. "I'm not getting you anything."
Leaning in to press a kiss to her temple, Charles whispered, "You're a terrible liar."
How he managed to make an accusation sound like dirty talk was beyond St. Cecilia, and to cover the needy tremble in her voice, she asked, "Why should I get you anything?"
"Why should you not?"
She shivered when his lips slid against the sensitive hollow behind his ear. "You don't deserve a Christmas present," she teased. Slipping free from Charles's grip and heading toward the front of the store with Robin's new sweater in hand, St. Cecilia called over her shoulder, "You're definitely on the naughty list."
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the-loveliest-lotus · 1 year ago
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Kloktober 2023: Day 8 - Mermaids or Monsters
Featuring Vater Orlaag x my OC Lucy Skye Desmond, and the Siren song from 'O Brother, Where Art Thou?'
Vater Orlaag had been the stand in captain of his ship since the ship’s captain Salacia had been seriously wounded in the last battle. A group of rival pirates had put up more of a fight than they had anticipated, and they had left the battle with quite a bit of damage to the ship.
These waters were uncharted, and there had been rumors of sirens and mermaids in the area. Though, in all of his years on the high seas, he had never actually encountered one in spite of the rumors of them in other areas that he had sailed through.
There was a flash of regret at his own hubris as he heard music coming from a group of rocks on the horizon. There were nine figures there, and a melody so haunting that it wrapped around his spine and gripped at his heart like a vice, compelling him to move as though his limbs were no longer his own. There was one voice that stood out, a feminine voice that called to him.
♪Go to sleep you little babe, go to sleep you little babe
You and me and the Devil makes three
Don't need no other lovin' baby♫
The other men were already jumping overboard and he found himself in the water and swimming toward her before he could even think about what he was doing. As he came upon her, she was lounging on a rock, her hair and her tail were a brilliant rainbow, and her eyes the deepest blue. As he got closer to her, he wondered if he could drown in the depths of her eyes alone, and he found that he wanted to drown if only it was by her hand. She ran a hand with sharp claws through his long red hair and he let his eyes drift shut as her beautiful voice led him further into the depths of her spell.
♪Go to sleep you little babe, go to sleep you little babe
Come and lay your bones on the alabaster stones
And be my ever-lovin' baby♫
She ran a taloned claw over his bottom lip, a little half smile playing on her lips. “What are you doing in our waters, sailor? Don’t you know what kind of danger you’re in?”
He shivered at her touch, his pupils wide and a burning need consuming him. “We lost a battle, we were headed back to Tortuga to get our ship repaired.”
She laughed, the sound warm and stoking the flames within him. “You’re a long way from Tortuga, darlin’.”
“I’d rather be lost in your beauty than be anywhere else, I’d let myself drown in your eyes if it meant moments with you,” he felt drugged, consumed by something that he didn’t understand, but he had never wanted anything more in his life.
Her eyes widened slightly. Oh, she wasn’t used to them sweet talking her either, not like this. Usually, they were back to screaming the second that she stopped singing. As if on cue, the melodies around her ceased and his shipmates started screaming as her companions revealed themselves. But he just kept gazing at her with awe and wonder. She put a claw under his chin and drew him into a kiss, and it felt like white hot fire under his skin. She wrapped her arms around him, and with webbed fingers and sharp claws sunk into his shoulders, she dove with him into the depths, kissing him until she took the last of his breath away. He gasped at the water as he felt the pain and anguish of his body transforming, but he held her gaze, letting himself drown in her eyes as he was reborn.
Quick note: The nine mermaids were Lucy, Nathan, Pickles, Murderface, Toki, Skwisgaar, Dick, Charles, and Magnus. Because why not?
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