#charles offdensen x you

[the-s1lly-corner]

Charles Offdensen x reader who makes music

Was gonna make this a duel post with knubbler but then I realized I already... wrote that..

Notes: reader is GN, established relationship, admin has never written for Charles before so expect this to likely be ooc

CWs: none

supportive of you, he buys anything you put out- merch for example

if you do concerts, hes also going to go to them as well

he offers you some ties to companies that can help boost you, producers or just ways to get your music out there if youre smaller

but if youre a more private artist, and dont want to be huge?

he can get behind that, and hes going to respect that

politely listens to anything you hand to him

oh this man is in love if you ever dedicate anything to him and only him

thinking about that extra where hes rapping in his office, growing the idea of him showing you some of the things hes made

i doubt he would be interested in putting anything out to the public, having something private between the two of you is enough for him

sometimes you both sit down and comes up with things together

its... actually a little sweet

[ir0n-moon]

The most genius, galaxy-brained type of Charles ships are the ones where people ship him with ocs or s/i's who are like. Funny, bold, spunky, kind of brash and rebellious-type of characters idk it just always complements him very well

[twigg96]

I’m STARVING for Charles Offdensen content, so may I have something like High School Sweethearts that meet again at a ten-year reunion or s’mthing? If fanfic slots are open, I’d like one. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.

Hello my sweet Anon! Yess we Stan Charles!!! I hope you don’t mind but I kinda went a little wild with this one!

Until Next Time

Warnings: indicates smexy times if you squint, lost love found again.

Pronouns: They/Them, S/O, Partner

Summary: Charles Foster Offdensen was a little wild and wacky in his younger years. He did a lot of things he truly regretted. One such thing was losing touch with the love of his life. But fate tends to bring people back together in the funniest ways. Maybe it was Karma. Or maybe it was sheer dumb luck.

Panting breaths and glistening skin glossed in the neon light of stolen store signs. The feel of slick sweat under fingertips and drag of nails on sensitive skin. The smell of intoxicating incense whipping across bodies making sweet unbridled love. With a shiver and a contented whine Charles laid his head on his partner’s chest not minding the mess he would have to clean in the morning. He could feel their every breath. Hear their racing heartbeat through their ribs as he traced patterns into their sides. With a shiver, he could feel their fingers gliding through his waist length hair. “Have you decided yet?” His partner whispered almost so quietly that he could not hear. Charles hummed lazily, turning his head to meet his partner’s intense gaze. “I promise. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He muttered, wrapping his arms around and under his love. “I saw the letters, Charlie.” They huffed. Cocking a brow Charles shook his head, sitting up on his elbows to get a better look at his partner’s face. “Babe… I really don’t understand. What letters?” He asked. Rolling their eyes his S/O turned their head away from Charles. “Don’t try to hide it.” They bit out. “The acceptance letters.” Oh… fuck. Charles swallowed thickly, shifting uncomfortably. “You… ah… you saw those?” He asked meekly, wincing at the glare thrown his way. “How could I not when they were just lying on the fucking table, Charles!” Cursing his lack of organizational skills, the recent high school graduate shook his head. “Look… I was going to say something but-“ Suddenly Charles was sitting on his knees, face to face with his S/O, their hands on his chest as they cut him off. “But what?!” They snapped, shaking their head angrily. Behind them the tapestry of the American flag they “decorated” with the anarchy symbol in dark spray paint fluttered with the movement of the A/C. “You were just going to say ‘I’m so sorry, I know I said we were going to have this great life. Ya know, get married, start that group we always wanted to, use your skills and mine combined to dismantle the world's governments after graduation but instead I went behind your back and put in applications to move across the country without you’ and you just expect me to accept that?!” Charles shook his head feeling so confused and conflicted. Everything was so overwhelming. “No… I wanted you to come with me.” He whispered. Silence. “With you?” Was all that was whispered back as painful tears rolled down their cheeks. “Darling… how would we ever pull that off?” They asked sniffling and swiping at their running makeup as Charles wiped away the tears. “I-I don’t know. But you could always apply-“ they shook their head cutting Charles off once more. “I dropped out, remember… no way an Ivy League would ever take me.” They sobbed. Charles hummed pulling his lover close and kissing their hairline, thinking about what his partner said. “We could move into an apartment… I could help you get your GED… it’ll be tight but if we both work full time…” His S/O looked at him with large pleading eyes. “And lose your full ride by not choosing to go full time and live on campus? Baby please don’t do that. Not for me.” They whispered through heavy sobs. Pulling them close to his chest, he held them close, running his fingers through their hair as he rocked back and forth soothingly. “Then… I just won’t go.” He said finally. But his partner laughed deviatingly. “We both know that’s not true Charles Foster Offdensen. Jesus Christ… When will you ever just wake up….”

Wake up…

Wake up…

The words rang out clearer and clearer in his mind, morphing from his lover’s sweet sorrowful voice into a frank Midwestern accent. Blinking bleary eyes, light assaulted Charles’ eyes. Grumbling, he grasped for his glasses blindly on the nightstand. “Oh thank shit! Charlie you’re finally up!” Pickles stood before Charles, his voice thick with worry. “What is it, Pickles?” Charles asked groggily, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he sat up slowly and pulled his glasses into place. “The haus is on lockdown… the gears sent me to find you. Something about a break in… I was the only one awake still so they sent me in to wake ya.” Pickles’ breath smelled of booze and weed but Charles knew better than to dismiss him. “Ok… thank you Pickles. I’ll, ah… I’ll look into it.” He muttered, rubbing the sleep out of his face and puling on the robe he had hanging at the end of the bed for safe keeping. Pickles shuffled his feet anxiously, obviously eager to tell Charles more but not willing to take the wrath of an uncaffeinated CFO. Staring expectantly at Pickles, Charles went about getting his suit ready on the bed. “Is there… ah… something else you need Pickles?” He asked with an air of slight annoyance. The drummer nodded, twiddling with his thumbs. “T-The gears said this is very important… like ‘Get dressed in the Command Center'' serious.” Charles nodded curtly. He understood.

Charles found the time to at least pull a pair of dress slacks on before walking into the Command Center. He was met with his general of command shaking his hand firmly as the other dutiful Klokateers fluttered around the two helping Charles to appear presentable, fixing his hair, changing his top into a dress shirt, tie, and blazer. “Good morning, sire. I apologize for the inconvenience.” The hooded man said. “It’s no inconvenience. As long as we keep the boys safe. That’s all that matters.” Charles hummed, turning to the wall of monitors. The general nodded his cloaked head in understanding. “Sire an anarchist terrorist group has infiltrated the grounds. How do you want us to proceed?” Pointing to the monitors the general directed Charles’ gaze to several different monitors. “Have any of them attempted to enter the building?” Charles asked, watching the figures dressed in all black sneak around the grounds of the building on the night vision of the camera systems. The general nodded shallowly. “Their leader… This one there.” The general pointed to a figure that sparked something… vaguely familiar in Charles. But the CFO brushed the feeling off focusing on the task at hand. “What’s their history? I want this terrorist group’s name. I want every member’s names, addresses, and family pets. I want it all!” Charles ordered, listening to the gears around them work, typing on the many computers searching the digital databases for any information they could provide him. Watching the group slink across the security cameras Charles growled as they spread out ducking behind several blind spots and disappearing from sight. Pointing to several of his high ranking Klokateer members Charles walked to the door. “We’re taking them down now before they have a chance to act.” He growled, marching down the hall to face the attackers.

The gears had moved in front of Charles as they approached the lone pillars. Strapped to each base were 5 charges of C-4 all blinking and armed. The sight sent shivers up Charles' spine as the gears moved into action to disable the bombs. How many more were there? How many more could there be? Glancing around in the dark for any signs of movement, Charles held his phone to his ear calling the Command Center. But before the phone can connect, it is ripped from his hand as a knife is pressed to his throat. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” A voice rang out of the darkness, muffled by what Charles could only assume was a mask. The gears turned to look at their leader but the sharp knife merely dig deeper into his throat. Holding his hands up slowly, Charles stayed as calm as possible. “Keep working.” He ordered his gears, glancing back to the person in black with the familiar voice. “I’ll handle this…” The person laughed, the sound, almost intoxicating and pleasant if not for the circumstances. “Oh, Charlie… you lost your grip on everything already…” the voice muttered lowly, passionately, their blade lowering just enough for the CFO to face them. Lifting the mask Charles’ ex grinned deviously up at him, eyeing his figure in the dim moon light. “It’s been a long time. You’re a sight to see, Charlie.” They whispered, brushing his hair back behind his ear. Charles hummed, pulling away from the touch as if it had burnt him. “It has…” he whispered. “Why are you here? Why with them?” His ex shrugged much too playfully for the situation at hand. “Awe… come one Charlie. Didn’t cha miss me? Not one bit?” They mused, standing on their tippy toes. That’s when Charles saw it. The sheer manic gleam shining in their eyes. One he was too familiar with after weeks of fighting so many others like them off. The pain that filled his chest was immeasurable. They were a revengencer… maybe once they had liked Dethklok. What they stood for. But now. They were corrupted by the curse of Salacia… Charles knew. But who would believe him? Especially his beautiful, wonderful ex who he had loved. Who he probably still loved. “I-I did. I-I still do.” Charles whispered. Oh how he wanted to scoop them into his arms and pull them to a safe place and try to talk sense into them. Maybe with a little confidence he could get them to stay in one of the cells until they woke up. Or maybe he could sneak them into his room? But the thoughts were merely fleeting as his ex S/O began to laugh a hearty belly laugh. One of those belly laughs that cracks the ribs and aches the sides. “You’re such a charmer Charlie.” They crooned, stepping away from him. “You always were, ya know. It’s why I fell for ya in the first place.” Pulling a small detonator from their pocket they giggled twirling it around in their hand like some sort of sick toy. “Ya know… you’re really lucky Chuck.” They muttered, stepping farther into the darkness. “I dismantled my best group after seeing you at your first UN press conference. These idiots know shit about dismantling governments. They bailed when I mentioned the word bomb.” The terrorist hummed pressing down on the button making cute confetti spring from the bags of C-4 and rain from all areas of the haus. “You should really upgrade your security, babe.” They whispered tossing the detonator on the grass in front of him. Fuck… glancing up Charles met their eyes. Love still shown deep inside, deep beneath all the drugged mania they were forced to live through. “Until next time, mon amor.” They purred, sending a sensual wink his way before disappearing into the pitch blackness of the night. Yes. Charles thought leaning over to pick up the toy detonator. Until next time, my love.

[gointothevvater]

Thinking about Charles getting St. Cecilia a new collar post-AotD, and her leaving the old one and her pick necklace, both of which were gifts from Pickles, somewhere safe, where she doesn't have to think about them anymore. I think AotD is probably the end of the Pickles and Ceelie story. I think they've both finally moved on.

[writersmilex]

Rescue Mission

Magnus Hammersmith X Fem | Reader

Summary : (Y/n) goes to save Toki and Abigail by herself. And have a reunion with an old lover.

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"Bastards!" (Y/n) angrily slams her hands on the table as she watches the remaining band members party like there is nothing going on.

"they really think they can avoid what's going on? Just like that?!" (Y/n) sneers in frustration, turning away and leaving the room.

"I wanted to help find Toki and Abigail. But Offdensen won't let me..." She crosses her arms as she walks down the dark halls of Mordhaus and moves into her room. "It's too dangerous, he said." She Looks over at her desk filled with various clues she had taken from the systems to find their location. Along with the memories of the beginning that she can still remember so vividly. (Y/n)'s eyes shine as she has made a breakthrough in her research. Her gaze set upon the location she is sure to find her missing friends.

"Don't worry Toki, Abigail. I'm coming for you." Her fists, resting on the desk, clench in determination.

~~~~

With the research she has done, it was quite easy to find the location that (Y/n) suspected where her friends would be. You remember the place vaguely. This is where the band had their audition for a second guitarist, much to Swkisgaar’s dismay at the time, he scared away most of the people who tried the audition, except one: and that was Toki.

(Y/n) was there when it happened, and that’s when she met Toki for the first time, a hopeful and ambitious kid with noticeable musical talent, if he could keep with someone like Skwisgaar. (Y/n) was impressed as well and took a liking to him quickly, he is naturally likeable, always has been… Thinking about Toki saddens her now, she misses him so badly. Her stupid friends think they can ignore the situation which angers her. Going after Toki and Abigail by herself is the best way to cease all the mixed emotions she is feeling. She is gonna get an earful from Charles when she gets back… And maybe from Nathan as well.

Upon arriving at the place, it wouldn’t be smart to face whoever took her friends head-on. (Y/n) can pick fights with other women in bars but this is not a bar sadly. She’ll take an entrance by the side to get in unnoticed. It wasn’t a good idea to come without a solid plan, in the desperation to get Toki back there wasn’t a plan at all. The best she can do is to sneak in, and get her friends out. It’s the next best thing! (Y/n) is flexible enough to crawl through a broken window, heart racing, there is no way back now. Only forward, and that’s exactly what she is going to do. (Y/n) likes to imagine that she is in a stealth video game, it helps her calm her nerves a little bit. She didn’t come completely unarmed, she has a hunting knife that she bought while out with Nathan, it will surely be useful now… For example, he knocks out a skinhead-looking fellow with the hilt of the weapon, and takes the keys that were dangling from his belt. She has a feeling that these keys will take her where she wants to go.

She tries the keys on the nearest door she finds. The metal door creaks and groans as it opens slowly, light from the hall seeping into the dark room, then the light hits two individuals that (Y/n) recognized instantly.

It’s Abigail and Toki, huddled together in each other’s arms, quivering and cowering. They look injured. The two squint in the light. "(Y/n)?" Abigail tries to look at the figure obscured by the shadow's light. But her silhouette is recognizable. "(Y/n)!" Toki squeaks, his whole expression lighting up with a newfound hope. (Y/n) enters the room, smiling at her friends. "I'm here. Here to save you." She slowly approached her horrified friends. The faces of her friends fall when another shadow joins the light. An all so familiar figure.

"(Y/n) watch out!" Abigail Cries and tries to warn her. Unfortunately (Y/n) is too slow to react. Before she could even turn around to see who was behind her, she struck on the head, knocking her out cold before she could even hit the ground.

The figure is standing over the unconscious (Y/n) on the ground. Toki and Abigail cower in fear. ~~~~

(Y/n) groans in pain as she comes to, she is seated upright in a chair. Her neck hurts from the uncomfortable position and she can feel a liquid trickle down her temple. Her wrists and feet were bound to the armrests and chair legs with ropes tightly, surely it would leave marks on her wrists.

Once she gains her bearings she looks up and makes eye contact with a familiar face. A face she had come to hate, “Of course, it’s you…” She hisses at her ex-lover: Magnus Hammersmith.

"You're still as surprising as always (Y/n)." Magnus says, sounding amused. He then leans forward, one of his forearms resting on his knee, curly hair swaying slightly. His expression softens a little, “And still as beautiful as the day you betrayed me.” He admits, reaching his hand closer to gingerly taking a strand of (Y/n) hair within his fingers, feels soft…

(Y/n) scoffs at him. She jerked her head away from him, her hair slipping from his grasp easily. "There is no time for catch-up. I'm here to get what is dear to me." She says, staring daggers at him. "and you are not one of those people anymore." She sounds so cold. Naturally, that is. Magnus knows her, she won’t let anyone get in the way of the things she wants. And right now, all she wants is her friends. He looks affected by (Y/n)'s words. It seems that his feelings are unrequited now. After he was kicked out of the band, and dumped by her, he spent months mourning the end of their relationship. Even after that, there is a part of him that still misses her, and now seeing her again has rekindled that fire.

Mangus leans back and crosses his arms, sighing in disappointment "Just hand me my friends and walk away… Revenge is for pussies." (Y/n)'s tone is direct, not wasting any time. "you don't see it, do you!" Magnus raises his voice and stands up, leaning over her, "doesn’t matter, you'll see it soon." He caresses her knuckles with his fingers, something he used to do often back then.

"Lock her up, but hurt her and you’re dead" Magnus orders two cannibals while pointing in the direction of the dungeon. The cannibals grab (Y/n)'s chair and drag it away from the former Dethklok member.

"You're gonna pay for this!" (Y/n) screams at Magnus as she disappears into the shadows.

~~~~

(Y/n)'s chair is pushed into a dark basement. The force causes the chair to tumble onto its side. (Y/n) groans in pain as her head makes a quick impact to the floor. She is still tied to the chair, stuck in the side and not able to move. The door closes and locks. The room is completely dark. It takes a moment for (Y/n)'s eyes to adjust and see a figure move slowly towards her with caution.

"(Y/n)! Are you hurt?" She can hear Abigail's quivering voice. She then feels someone fumble with the ropes, first her arms and then her legs. Once (Y/n) is free from her restraints, she crawls over to embrace Abigail tightly.

"oh God, Abby I'm so sorry I failed to save you and Toki, I'm so, so sorry." (Y/n) pleads for forgiveness into her friend's long and curly hair. Hugging her tightly in order to comfort her and herself as well. Abigail hugs (Y/n) back with the same force. Squeezing her back firmly. "You tried (Y/n), you did your best," she mumbles in response. While it was foolish to come along, the effort is still admirable.

"(Y-Y/n)?" a meek voice joins in. Toki crawls forward to the two women. (Y/n) gasps upon the sight of one of her dearest friends. She lets go of Abigail and wriggles out of her grip to shuffle over to Toki and embrace him. "(Y/n)? Am-ams yous real?" Toki questions shakily, moving his shaking hand to pet (Y/n)'s hair, which does feel real.

"I'm here, Toki. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come alone." (Y/n) remains a firm hold on her friend's shoulders, trying her best not to cry at the state Toki is in. Squeezing him securely, she turns her head to plant a kiss on his head, she has never done this before, but it felt right to express her affection like this. He needs it... One of her hands gently rakes through his hair to keep him close.

Toki starts to sob, clutching (Y/n) like his life depends on it, chanting her name over and over, like a prayer. Abigail shuffles over and joins the little group huddle. (Y/n) continues to mumble her apologies to the other two. Toki and Abigail give her a squeeze in response.

Over the course of a few days, (Y/n) did her best to stay as strong as she could. Although Magnus didn't seem to want to torture her. But it still hurt (Y/n) to watch her friends get hurt. If only she could get her hands on Magnus’ neck, she would snap it twice, decapitate him for good measure and then keep his scalp as a trophy. Her nails have been scrapping against the armrests of the chairs she gets tied in out of sheer anger.

(Y/n) got tied to the chair again and could do nothing but watch her friends being tortured. The feeling of helplessness eating away at her. Beating herself up for being so stupid in coming alone, beating Magus’ up mentally for being a pussy.

All she could do was pray that Dethklok would finally grow some balls and just get here already. Hopefully the fans would eventually realise that a band member is missing, that would surely motivate them.

~~meanwhile~~

Charles massages his forehead in a mix of frustration and exhaustion, there is no evidence of Toki’s and the producer’s whereabouts yet. Not even that… (Y/n) has gone missing now as well. One Kloketeer walks up to the Manager with purpose, seemingly having no information to share. "Sir, from the evidence found in Lord (L/n)’s room, it most likely they went out to find Toki and Mrs. Remeltindrinc." The kloketeer announces in a rather hurried tone.

"sir, (Y/n) has gone missing as well." a kloketeer announces to Charles, who sits up straight upon hearing the news. "what?" his tone is mixed with anger and astonishment. He should have known that (Y/n) would go after Toki and Abigail by herself.

Charles lays his face in his hand in disappointment. Glasses falling crooked upon the movement.

"damn it (Y/n)..." Typical (Y/n) would rather solve problems herself, and as usual she got in trouble for it.

~~~~

Being a hostage of Magnus and his goons felt like it was going on forever, but it was probably just a week or 3. Her wrists feel raw from the restraints, she’s exhausted and nearly completely burned down from her emotional distress and what is clearly a trauma that is developing.

She doesn’t have the energy to fight anymore, breathing hard to control herself. Toki and Abigail are hanging upside down on a cross. (Y/n) can’t stand to see Toki’s face like this, full of pain. He didn’t deserve any of this! He’s probably going to think that this was all his fault, which it really isn’t. If he is going to think like that, (Y/n) will have to remind him every day that it’s not his fault.

The door is suddenly kicked open, revealing the rest of Dethklok!

"Took you fucking long enough." (Y/n) complains as her adrenaline is kicked into action and she starts thrashing in her restraints. Murderface rushes over to her and he unties her, while the others save Toki and Magnus. "It wasch really difficult okay." He dares to argue back while lifting (Y/n) out of the chair, putting her arm over his shoulders to aid her balance. The others help Abigail and Toki down.

(Y/n) gets a feeling, a gut instinct. There are some loose ends she has to tie up. Surely if she didn’t it would haunt her for the rest of her life. (Y/n) wriggles out of Murderface’s grip and moves over to hold Abigail, she feels kind of cold. She squeezes her firmly to share what little remaining warmth she has herself.

Once the band is reunited, the prophecy has begun and that masked assassin is defeated, he is completely disintegrated, which is probably the most brutal thing (Y/n) has seen in a long time.

The red light dies down as (Y/n) leans over to Abigail to whisper something to her. "There is something is have to do." She says and lets her go to leave the building.

"Do what?" Abigail asks, she doesn't get an answer to her question as (Y/n) has already disappeared.

~~~~

Magnus was able to escape the building, shocked by what he had witnessed. He clutches the gaping wound in his chest, he fears that he won't last very long if this injury is left untreated.

It takes a moment for Magnus to notice the shadow looming over him, once he notices, Magnus slowly looks up in fear. But that fear dies down as soon as he sees who is standing over him.

"(Y/n)?" He spits out a bit of blood while croaking out her name. The look in her eyes is not as hateful as it was before.

(Y/n) looks apologetic, getting down on one knee in front of Magnus to converse with him. “You hurt my friends, Magnus. I cannot forgive you for what you’ve done. Revenge is for pussies." She says in a judgemental tone and takes out a handkerchief from her pocket that she takes on her person most times.

Magnus hisses in pain as she puts pressure on the bleeding wound. "But I… Missed you. And I know I kind of screwed you over too." (Y/n) admits sadly, looking Magnus in the eye. "And I'm going to grant you a second chance." She raises a hand on his cheek to keep his focus on her while she talks. "Don't make me regret it." (Y/n) Then grabs one of his arms to guide it over his shoulders, helping him up, taking him away to get help.

Magnus doesn't fight her and lets her take him away from all this. and like an angel, she grants him another chance at life, simply because she still has a soft spot for him.

~~~~

Magnus doesn’t remember how he got here when he awakens in a hospital bed, all alone. (Y/n) has disappeared, she had simply dropped him off it seems. He takes a moment to think before looking around the room. At the side of the hospital bed is where he finds something out of place. There is a bloody handkerchief and a small note. It reads:

'Contact me when you are ready.' - (Y/n) (L/n)

Followed with a phone number.

___________________________________________I swear to you, I want to write a sort of aftermath that I’m going to write later.Thanks for reading.

- Smilex 

[dethbug]

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MTL Rarepair Month 2023

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After a long wait, the calendar for Rarepair Month is here for May 1-27! Thank you as well for those who participated in the survey! I tried to keep in mind of everyone's suggestions!

What is Rarepair Month?

From May 1-27, this event is dedicated not only to unpopular and rarer type of ships, but to any rare pair platonic/romantic!

As doing daily challenges may not possible for some, I am including weekly challenges!

Each week has a theme, and you can use that however you want to! You can replace a day’s theme with a weekly theme, write one fic per weekly theme each week, center a theme around the challenges, anything you want! How you complete this challenge is up to you!

Excluded Pairings

Note: While these pairings are excluded, you are allowed to write OT3s of these popular ships (Ex: Charles, Pickles, and Nathan). The decision to exclude these pairings was based on AO3’s relationship tags (the pairings with over 100 fics) and just general fandom knowledge.

Skwistok (Skwisgaar Skwigelf/Toki Wartooth)

Nickles (Nathan Explosion/Pickles the Drummer)

Narles (Nathan Explosion/Charles Foster Offdensen)

Chickles (Charles Foster Offdensen/Pickles the Drummer)

FAQ

Can I post content somewhere else other than Tumblr/AO3?

Yes, you can! I might only see the challenges on tumblr, AO3, and Instagram but you can always double post to get more traction!

What is the hashtag?

please use the tag #MTLRarePair2023! (Optional but encouraged!)

Do I have to do all 27 days/Do I have to complete the weekly challenges?

It’s all entirely up to you! If you want to do one over the other, both, and/or work on them separately it’s up to you! You are not obligated to do all 27 days or all 4 weekly challenges. The point of this challenge is to have fun so where’s the fun in being stressed out?

Can I write crossover pairings? (I.E Nathan Explosion x Eddie Briggs from Brutal Legend) Self-inserts/OC x character pairings?

Of course! It wouldn’t be a rare pair event without some crossover or OC pairings now wouldn’t it?

If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out to me, but remember there is no limit to this, just do what will make this fun and easier for you! Good luck!! (Any questions will be tagged as #MTLrarepair2023qanda so be sure to check that out if you wanna see if your question has been answered!

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The Prompts:

Week 1 (1-6): Movie Premiere

As anticipation over the new movie comes near, what are your predictions? Or wish fulfillment? Alternatively, what are some movies, songs, etc you want to write a fic based around? Or some movie you can see your rarepair fitting well in?

Day 1: The Opening Act: How would the first scene or first act begin? Any establishing characters making an appearance? Alternatively, use this to post the first chapter, scene, etc to any series, fic, comic, etc! 

Alternative Prompt: Movie night

Day 2:  The Soundtrack: Using any song that reminds you of the film, write a fic based around the song!

Alternative Prompt: Dancing in the Rain

Day 3: The conflict: There can’t be any movie without some conflict so what is your prediction for the conflict? Is it a misunderstanding? Doomstar related?

Alternative Prompt: Final Words

Day 4: The Endgame Couple: What is the moment that makes it official your rarepair will be canon?

Alternative Prompt: What could’ve been

Day 5:  The Finale:

Alternative Prompt: Confessions

Day 6:  The sequel: You can use this day to write about any potential sequel ideas you might have or alternatively, something you wanted to write that fits this week’s theme!

Alternative Prompt: After the War

Week 2 (7-13) The Forgotten:

A week dedicated to the minor characters, background characters, anyone you feel should’ve gotten more screen time. While the main cast is allowed, try to make the other characters the main character/focus point of the story.

Day 7: Remake- recreate an episode, scene, season, or anything really into your rarepair- give them the love they deserve 

Alternative Prompt: Birthday Wish

Day 8: Anti-hero/Villain Redemption: Maybe the villains were onto something-maybe they can be fixed

Alternative Prompt: Forgiveness

Day 9: Female Exclusive: I can’t exclude the main cast because there is no females, diversity win 

Day 10: Background Character Unveil: Find a background character (someone with NO lines or importance) and basically treat them as an OC-free design template- alternatively, create your own background character

Alternative Prompt:  Road trip

Day 11:  Side Character Exclusive: While the focus is side characters (characters who appear occuringly or at least in more than one episode), you are free to use one-shot characters as well!

Day 12: OC Exclusive: It can be OC/ OC, OC/Character, whatever you want as long as an OC is the main character! For an extra challenge: Make someone's day by writing their OC!

Day 13: Free Space 

Alternative Prompt: New Rarepair (make up a ship that has 0 tags on tumblr/AO3 or use one you’ve never written)

Week 3 (14-20) Alternate Universe:

Alternative Universes and Rarepairs go hand in hand so why not dedicate a week exploring that? Perhaps there's even an AU of an AU with your rarepair you want to explore or you've always wanted to write an AU that wouldn't have worked for your plot. Use this week's theme to go outside the box a little and explore the various possibilities you can do!

Day 14: Florist & Tattoo Artist AU / Coffee Shop AU

Alternative Prompt: First Date

Day 15: Fantasy/Magic

Alternative Prompt: Childhood

Day 16: Monsters 

Alternative Prompt: Costume Party

Day 17: Hanahaki: A disease where flowers will grow in the heart of the infected from unrequited love. The cure can be to either surgically remove the roots but risk death or never feeling attraction towards the person again or confess/have the love turn requited.

Alternative Prompt: Flowers  

Day 18: College/High School

Alternative Prompt: Graduation

Day 19: Fairytale 

Alternative Prompt: Soulmates

Day 20: Free Space 

Alternative Prompt: First Meeting

Week 4 (21-27) General Week:

With this month coming to close, try to write about more of the simpler things in life. The domestic stuff that you may have been avoiding to write. Use this week to try out new rarepairs by using any day/alternative prompts you didn't get to use.

But for those looking for something a little more fun to end the daily prompts on, I've used obscure/outdated tropes for the alternative prompts that you are more than free to use!

Day 1: Proposal

Alternative Prompt: College Radio

Day 2: Concert

Alternative Prompt:  Unwanted Gift Trope

Day 3: Domestic Life

Alternative Prompt: Telephone Booth

Day 4: Eras (80s,90s,00s, etc)

Alternative Prompt: Waterbeds

Day 5: Double Date

Alternative Prompt: Video Store

Day 6: Wedding

Alternative Prompt: Miscommunication 

Day 7: Free Space

[angelthedrummer]

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🖤Blog Status: Active

🖤 Blog Type: Self Shipping

🖤 Blog Birthday: January 23rd, 2024

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🖤 Hi!! You can call me Angel. I am 22 years old, Christian, as well as bisexual and autistic. This here is my selfship blog! My F/O is Pickles The Drummer from the show Metalocalypse ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ I have been selfshipping ever since I was a kid, but I had no idea until now that there is a community surrounding it! Really excited to be able to be a part of this community <3

🖤Likes: Retro and Y2K aesthetics, any cute and pink aesthetics, history, true crime, learning about animals and nature, skincare and fashion, art, synthwave, dnb, pasta, salty food (french fries my beloved uwu <3)

🖤Fandoms: Metalocalypse, Skyrim, Fallout, Disney/Pixar, PS1/PS2 style horror games (like Puppet Combo), Nancy Drew, Studio Ghibli, Toontown Rewritten, Animal Jam, The Eltingville Club, X-Men

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Self Shipping Information

🖤 Romantic F/O: Pickles The Drummer (:: my hot mess🥁❤️)

🖤Platonic F/Os: Toki Wartooth (:: sweet little bumblebee 🐝🍯), Skwisgaar Skwigelf (:: ice king ❄️☁️), William Murderface (:: needs a hug 🧸🥲), Nathan Explosion (:: himbo emo 🥀🐺)

🖤Familial F/Os: Charles Foster Offdensen (:: you are my dad...your my dad! 🤗☕)

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🖤 If you are a misogynist, LGBT+phobic, ableist, racist, and/or just a bigot of any kind, a proshipper, etc, you are not allowed on here!!

🖤 If you ship yourself with Pickles The Drummer. I love him so so much and I don't feel comfortable interacting if you also ship yourself with him. However I am fully comfortable with sharing platonic and familial F/Os, so if you want to interact you are more then welcome to! ^_^

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That is all of my basic information about myself and my blog! Hope we can all become friends, so feel free to send an ask, send a message in my DMs, or interact with my posts. Thank you for reading and I am so happy to be a part of the selfshipping community <3

[fictionkinfessions]

I'm a fictive who sourced from Charles Offdensen of Metalocalypse fame.. I don't talk about it a lot, I don't let people identify me with my source usually, but I guess I want to get this off my chest ; I love my boys. I never said it, I think. Never used the word love, for sure. But I love them so much, why else would I have done what I did? Anyone who kins/IDs/sources the band, just know that I love you more than I could ever manage to say. You're my boys forever.

x

[polyklok]

Request rules/Masterlist

Rules

I write headcanons and oneshots, focusing on Dethklok romance. I will write anything regarding,

Dethklok

Inter-Dethklok ships (skwistok, nickles, etc)

Dethklok x Reader

And all versions of polyamory within the group!

I’m ok with Charles, but probably not Magnus or Abigail. Idk, just not a huge fan of them.

I’m going to use mostly gender-neutral language for the reader, although I’ll probably make them AFAB unless asked otherwise just because that’s how I naturally am.

I’m pretty excepting of most scenarios within fluff and angst with a few exceptions;

Major character death

Alpha/Beta/Omega stuff

Cross overs from other fandoms

Unrequited love (in relation to a dethklok character, I mean)

(I can’t think of more right now, but this list might get bigger later)

As for smut;

I will not write anything requested from a minor, and I also strongly ask that minors DNI with my NSFW content

Direct rape is not ok, but I’m willing to write non-con as in a consensual role play scenario (before and aftercare will be included, to show that Y/N consents)

Not writing rape includes not writing anything with blackmail sex, forced kink, or unknowingly drugging Y/N

Y/N must be within the age range of dethklok, which means no younger than 20

No incest or bestiality

 KINKS THAT WILL NOT BE INCLUDED; Feet, water sports, scat, gore/torture, sounding, feeding.

I’m fine with most (note; not all) versions of domination/bdsm

When requesting something, I ask that you be specific and polite.

Masterlist

Physique/Appearance headcanons

Nathan

Pickles

Skwisgaar

Toki

Murderface

Important Dethklok videos

Some random Dethklok fluff

How Dethklok Shows their love

Dethklok with a crush

What makes them soft vs What gets them hard

Smut and fluff alphabets

Nathan

Requests filled

Insecure Murderface X Female!Reader

Murderface x Insecure Female!Reader

Murderface ranting on a date

Soft Vs Hard, Charles Offdensen edition

Skwickles headcanons

Aftercare with Nathan Explosion

Dethklok on their wedding day

Murderface x Punk!Reader

Doing Pickles’ Makeup

Murderface with an S/O that says ~random~ things

[xenogendersgalore]

Blog Introduction!

Hello lil ghouls! We’ve finally decided to try and write fics for the fun of it. This specific post will include;

Alter Introductions

Characters we write for

Taken anons (will change over time once we get more anons)

Rules / DNI stuff

01; Alter Introductions!

So since we are a pretty big system, there will be different alters to write different fics. That means there will be some changes in how people write. Here’s a lil introduction of the alters who will probably write on here! (We are a DID system)

Skully | Ageless | They / Xe / She / It / Static | Signs off with; - 🎞️

(Is most likely to proof read since they don’t like spelling errors / Tends to take longer while writing fics since xe is very precise / the one most likely to be writing a lot of the fics)

Jules | Ageless | It / She / They / He | Signs off with it’s name

(Adores writing for the slasher flicks / tends to forget to proof read so there may be a couple spelling mistakes / tends to write Headcanons more than full on fics)

Characters we write for!

Slashers!

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

- Bubba Sawyer

- Drayton Sawyer

- Nubbins Sawyer

- Chop Top Sawyer

- Thomas Hewitt

- Sheriff Hoyt

Halloween

- RZ Michael

- Michael in general

Bowers Gang - It

- Patrick Hocksetter

- Belch Huggins

- Henry Bowers

- Victor “Vic” Criss

House Of Wax

- Bo Sinclair

- Vincent Sinclair

- Lester Sinclair

The Lost Boys

- Marko

- Dwayne

- David

- Paul

- Michael Emerson

Scream

- Billy Loomis

- Stu Macher

- Randy Meeks

Sometimes They Come Back

- Richard Lawson

- Vinnie Vincent

- David North

Misc Horror Characters

- Billy Lenz / Black Christmas

- Brahms Heelshire / The Boy

- Chromeskull / Laid To Rest

- Asa Emory / The Collector

- Norman Bates / Psycho

- Jack Torrance / The Shining

- Doomhead / 31

- Rusty Nail / Joyride

- Harry Warden / My Bloody Valentine

- Jason Voorhees / Friday The 13th

- Jeepers Creepers

- Hush “The Man”

Slenderverse!

Creepypasta

- Jeff The Killer

- Ben Drowned

- Eyeless Jack

- Homicidal Liu

- Ticci Toby

- Jason The Toymaker

- Laughing Jack

- Glitchy Red

- Lost Silver

- Bloody Painter

- X - Virus

Marble Hornets

- Tim

- Brian

- Jay

- Alex

- Masky

- Hoody

- Skully

EverymanHYBRID

- Evan

- Jeff

- Vincent

- Habit

TribeTwelve (We Don’t Support Adam Rosner!!)

- The Observer

- Firebrand

- Noah Maxwell

Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2!

- John “Soap” MacTavish

- Captain Price

- Simon “Ghost” Riley

- Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

- Gary "Roach" Sanderson

- Phillip Graves

- König

- Kim “Horangi” Hong-jin

Metalocalypse

- Nathan Explosion

- Toki Wartooth

- Skwisgaar Skwigelf

- Pickles

- William Murderface

- Charles Foster Offdensen

Taken Anons!

None currently but will be listed if we get some!

Rules / DNI Stuff!

DNI Stuff!

- System Fakeclaimers!

- Homophobes

- Basic DNI criteria’s

- Haters In General

Rules!

- Only send requests to ask box plz! (We won’t get upset if you slip up tho)

- No heavy gore

- No NSFW things

- No suicide, racism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia, zoophilic type stuff, pedo stuff, grooming, anything like that, no smut at all!!

Blog will be updated if there are new characters we like!

[black-klok-youth-pastor]

[OC Profile] Cordelia Lillian Offdensen

Because I am now contractually obligated to infodump about her now. Some parts might have been influenced by other fan fics ,but I either have permission and/or at least gave them enough of my own twist that I'm copying other people's homework too much Spoiler warning for all of Metalolcaypse so far (this is all pre-movie so if my predictions are wrong, oh well). Also content warnings for: pregnancy-related death, child neglect, sexual harassment, alcoholism, and parental death, as well as bits of canon typical dark humor.

Born May 13th, 1945

Died October 3rd, 1993 (...probably, I'll explain in a bit)

Voice Claim: Rachel Bloom/Laraine Newman (if we have to follow the pattern of the other Dethklok moms)

Face Claim: This lady from Writersklok

Personality: A well-intended and kind, but very troubled woman that has trouble being taken seriously despite being rather intelligent and ambitious leading her to unhealthy coping mechanisms such as drinking and casual sex.

Character Inspirations: Cutie Cutie Cupcake (BoJack Horseman), Meredith Quill (Guardians of the Galaxy), Paula Small (Home Movies), Paula Proctor (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend), Misato Katsuragi (Evangelion), Annie Hughes (The Iron Giant), Peggy Olson (Mad Men), Halley (The Florida Project), Mina Harker (Bram Stroker's Dracula)

Music Tastes: The Amazelingtons, Blue Oyster Cult, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Electric Light Orchestra, Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, Elton John, Nina Simone, Fleetwood Mac

Bonus playlist

Backstory

She was Salacia’s consort in a past life, unfortunately, she was slain in a siege alongside their unborn child. He tried to resurrect her using a certain kind of purple magic...it did not end well. Cordelia would sometimes have past life nightmares about this with zero context as to what was happening.

She and Salacia met by chance in 1965, back then being a mere law school student; while Salacia was happy to see his beloved wife again...this time he had more ulterior motives convinced that it was part of the Prophecy (if still having to create the Sal persona for obvious reasons). Which he was right, but for the wrong reasons since Charles was an accidental pregnancy so she had to drop out of school and the two had to elope. Her parents were pissed of course and they did not see Cordelia or Charles until he abandoned the family some five or six years later.

Even though Salacia can technically be in two places at once it's pretty taxing (as well as worries that his other self was starting to develop a personality and will of his own) and eventually just to started to realize the more practical problems of his facade such as...oh yeah and his presence having bits of the plague that cause sickness if not death in some people to the point where people assumed for years that Charles was chronically ill. He might've been an asshole for abandoning them, but financially supported them in secret and had them under surveillance by marking them as "people of interest". Although even if he didn't have high hope for him, he had quite a few other children on standby.

Mysterious checks from the government she didn't question aside it was a bit difficult being a single mother in the 1970s albeit was able to get work as a paralegal at the slightly dubious Ensiferum & Associates. So because of this, she was pretty much what you think of when "Gen X mom" comes to mind, with Charles being very much a latchkey kid who more or less raised himself at points. Not for lack of trying since she was capable of being a very loving mother, but was severely overworked and self-medicated with alcohol to cope with the stress of working as an unmarried woman during Mad Men times and general untreated mental health issues. In fact, it was to the point where Charles feeling the need to take care of other people's needs above his own partially explains why he's slightly messed up as an adult. And yet she's among one of the more competent employees at the firm when sober (gee why does that sound familiar?).

Was generally supportive of Charles's goals, but was terrified of him abandoning her much like his father so she definitely didn't take Charles heading off to boarding school well (although she at least had the decency to not say it out loud) and was enough of a mess to require intervention so she at least mellowed out in her final years before peacefully passing in 1993, her lifespan cut tragically short due to a combination of the Salacia plague still affecting her body years later and alcohol abuse.

...which is the version I usually go with in my fics, but personally, I think it's funnier and opens more story potential if she survives to the series' present day, but is just locked out of the loop of the whole "son being the manager of the world's largest band/economic force and later a cult leader" thing. Like I'd probably figured she get along with most of the Dethklok moms (except for maybe Molly but even then because the latter is a massive hypocrite), and Dethklok for themselves for that matter, especially Toki, which Charles would be a bit conflicted about the latter even if she is trying to make up for her previous faults as a mother. I guess for now it's sort of diverging paths, but at least until the movie comes out "dead mom" is the main timeline for my fics.

Overall Charles has a...complicated view of his mother, on one hand, her neglectful parenting did cause a fair amount of emotional scarring that hasn't healed even decades later and severely affected his interpersonal relationships even as an adult, but on the other hand, was at least aware of her struggles with the benefit of hindsight and wouldn't be half the man he was today without her influence.

[sneakyfordethklok]

Intro and Request Rules/Masterlist

Hey y'all! My name is Maggot or Michael (he/they/it). I am a huge fan of Metalocalypse, and also love writing and drawing. This secondary blog was specifically for me to post my writings about Dethklok.

MINORS DNI

Rules

I write headcanons, one-shots, and other such writings with the members of Dethklok. I will do:

Inter-romance between members of Dethklok

Dethklok x Reader

Charles Offdensen x Reader

If you would like Magnus, Knubbler, Rockzo, or other side characters I may not accept the request, depending on what you are asking for. However, I may be able to arrange it if I am not busy with other requests.

Unless otherwise specified, I will use gender neutral language, with an AFAB body architype. Gender identity, race, creed, sexuality, disability or lack thereof, body type, and brief descriptions of the Reader are all open for tweaking if so requested! :)

Examples of Accepted Scenarios and Asks:

Fluff

Angst

Major character death

Major injury/hospitalization

Unrequited love (within reason)

Smut (more on this later)

Pregnancy / Childcare

Poly romantic situations

Comfort for sickness, mental health, trauma, etc.

Examples of What I Will NOT Accept:

Any smut requests submitted by a minor (I WILL check)

Direct non-consensual smut. Dub-con and non-con specifically within the confines of consensual BDSM/Kink are acceptable, but are required to include aftercare.

Any Kinks including feet, scat, watersports, excessive gore, sounding, feeding, vore, inflation are all strictly disallowed. I will not make concessions on this.

Any asks depicting active abuse will not be allowed. Spousal, sexual, verbal, child, etc. Asks requesting comfort for past trauma borne from abuse are perfectly acceptable.

Any asks requesting age-play, age-regression, ABDL, etc will be denied and result in a blocking. No exceptions.

Incest, bestiality, and other illegal grossness is not allowed. Fuckin' obviously.

Some Accepted Kinks for Smut Requests:

BDSM/Kink in just about every form, except age-play (see above)

Pet-play, Master/sub, impact-play, bondage/shibari, doll-play, primal-play, training/discipline

Alpha/Beta/Omega (with exceptions)

Breeding / fixation on semen

Body worship

Oral fixation

Exhibitionism / humiliation

Voyeurism (CONSENSUAL)

Tentacles (If you can think of how to make this work with an au or something.. fucking good for you, do it). Also includes monster fucking, oviposition, etc.

Erotic asphyxiation (Choking)

Edging / denial

Roleplay

Wax-play

Happy requesting~!

William Murderface Headcanons

[normanblowup]

Hardly Living & Not-Yet Dead Pt. 2

MTL OC Lillie Ann x Charles Offdensen

Summary: Lillie is not the only one of the pair hiding a dark truth, Charles grows fonder of his favorite author.

Warnings: 18+ NSFT, darkish content, stalking, voyeurism, masturbation, paranoia-inducing, hallucinations, nightmares, and break-ins. Charles is a nasty, nasty man. also pov changes when it’s on Charles’s portion of the story, but goes back to first person for Lillies.

Words: 1,323

A/N: heyy!! i’m really sorry for being gone so long, i’m gonna try and write and draw more. this is what i have for right now, i hope you like it!!

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Charles steps out of the bookstore, holding the newly signed copy of his favorite Lillie Ann novel. His heart is pounding and he’s pretty sure his face is beat red, but the thrill of meeting the object of his desire keeps him from feeling embarrassed. A klokateer holds open the car door, Charles slides in and settles down.

As scenery passes by the window, Charles lets his mind wander. How would Lillie react if Charles asked him out? What would Lillie look like if Charles pinned him underneath himself? Charles contemplates this as he traces Lillies signature with his finger, delicate as ever so as to not ruin the autograph. His hands are shaking and his pulse is quickening, there's nothing more that he could want other than to have his love pinned down beneath his hands.

Charles shakes his head as Mordhaus comes into view. He puts an end to his foolish fantasies, realizing there’s no point in daydreaming about something that’ll never happen. Especially, with the role he plays in this world. He can’t stray from his boys, it would be catastrophic.

Charles’s dress shoes clack against the stone as he swiftly makes his way to his office. The door is locked, as always, and he steps in with a barely concealed fervor. Although he may not be able to have Lillie for himself, he can still watch him from afar— or rather from his laptop—right?

He pulls out the bottle of brandy from his desk drawer, he takes a swig before bending lower to grab his laptop. He recently had some klokateers install cameras in Lillies house, to make sure he wouldn’t get robbed or anything, of course! It could never be for personal reasons, Charles couldn’t allow that.

Charles pulls up the live footage. He drums his fingers on the wood of his desk, waiting impatiently for Lillie to appear at his own front door. He anxiously takes another drink of brandy and sets it to the side just as the handle of Lillies door is twisted.

The footage crackles as Lillie walks into his living room, seemingly batting away something that remains to be unseen. This isn’t new to Charles, he knows everything. Perhaps, the only thing he doesn’t know, is the reason why Lillie is plagued with visions. But he has no time to speculate as the blonde man sits down on his couch, rubbing his hands down his thighs and back up again.

Charles squints at his screen, aching to see more as Lillies head gently rests back against his couch. Charles has seen this before; again, he knows everything. He knows the little gasps Lillie makes when he touches himself for the first time in awhile, it’s not often that he gets a reprieve or even some time alone.

Lillies breathless voice can be heard through the shitty speakers of Charles’s laptop, and it’s now that Charles starts to hope that he locked his office door. But he doesn’t have time to get up and check, there’s no way in hell he’s going to miss this.

Lillies slender hand wriggles it’s way into his pants, rubbing himself through his underwear. Charles slowly leans back to do just the same. Charles doesn’t often have much time himself, but he can understand Lillies appreciation for foreplay. Lillie quickly undoes his pants, pulling them down half-way to let his member spring free. He’s not fairly large but he’s exactly what Charles needs.

Lillies fingers travel through the wiry hair around himself, gently rubbing at the base of his shaft as his other hand reaches slightly down to fondle his balls. Charles’s breath catches in his throat, he has the perfect angle to see Lillies hands rubbing and squeezing at himself. Charles grunts and rubs the leaking head of his cock, pulling it free from its confines just as Lillie had done.

Lillies wanton moans are echoing through Charles’s office, practically forcing groans and grunts to fall from Charles’s own mouth.

Charles almost feels guilty as Lillie suddenly goes rigid and cums rather fiercely into his own hand, sometimes he forgets that the other man is a virgin. Charles tries to hurry his own orgasm, to catch up with Lillie. Thankfully, Lillie continues to stroke himself even after he gets overstimulated. He whimpers and cries as Charles finally comes undone himself, watching as Lillie slows down and drag his fingers through the cum now staining his shirt and thighs.

Charles reached forward to grab a tissue to clean himself up, watching as all Lillie does is wobbly walk towards the bathroom for a shower. Another pang of guilt snaps it’s way through his heart, what would Lillie think if he knew Charles was watching him? Surely, he wouldn’t enjoy it, who would?

Charles decides to call it a night as he hears the quiet sound of Lillies shower turning on. He tucks himself back into his slacks and shuts off his laptop, feeling almost sorry for what he just did.

Though, he decides, there’s no harm in what Lillie doesn’t know.

He stands up, checks his suit for any stains (luckily, he cleans up well), and sets off outside his office. He heads up to the recording studio to check in on Dethkloks progress with the new album, those boys are starting to get on his last nerve.

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I close my eyes as water droplets run down my face, I’ll have to do another set of laundry tonight it seems. As the water crashes down on my back, a creeping feeling slithers it’s way through my chest. I feel eyes on the back of my head, but no shadows to accompany them. That’s rather odd.

Often times after I finish a novel, I get some time to myself— no matter how brief— and I tend to consider them “vacations.” I grab a towel and head to my bedroom, flopping on the bed and thus beginning my vacation of sleep and sheets.

I drift off quickly, exhausted and worn down so completely. My dreams are filled with fire. There’s burning rocks and a river full of corpses, I row down it, watching as faces long past scream and cry in agony. They seem to call my name but it’s not one I recognize, I’m curled up against the back of the little wooden canoe I’ve found myself in and I cry out for help just as they do.

But if I’m the one they look to, who will come to save me?

My heart thumps and I start to fear it may burst out of my body, black inky hands writhe from the water and clutch at the sides of the boat, rocking it to and fro. They jostle me and cry out my name, they screech and holler and pound against the wood.

I jolt awake as a rather loud crash resounds from inside my kitchen. This isn’t a dream anymore, I realize as a cold sweat comes over me. I jump to action, hastily put on a pair of sweatpants and the baseball bat I keep besides my bed.

I creep out from the hallway, watching in the shadows as a rather large man in a black hood—strangely like the ones I saw at the bookstore today— rifles through my pots and pans.

My heart stops and everything goes silent as I gather my courage. I charge at the man and swing my bat as heavily as I can, and it’s not until I hear the most satisfying of sounds that I begin to calm down. The man’s skull cracks so loudly it practically deafens me, and he only stays upright for a few seconds before he flops to the floor.

I’m hasty as I call the police, and it’s not long before I’ve tied up the man for good measure and sit on my couch, just as I had earlier, to wait for the authorities to show.

[rammy]

insane double feature for the ask game incoming but tell me about either n gin or charles offdensen or both IDK

IM DOING BOTH. HI

n. gin first (wife privileges)

sexuality and gender i thinj hes bisexuals with like kind of a male preference. His gender is unknowable like honestly he's got some kind of .. Genderous Swag .. to him in a way I cant describe. and is one of those characters where literally any gender headcanon i've seen I've just been like "yea I can see that"

my OTP with n. gin is with MEEEEEEEEEEEE no but actually i'm like at least a little endeared when people draw him with n. brio ig. I don't know if i'd call what is happening with him and cortex a Ship not even in an "I dislike this" way i'm just like Woah. That's Crazy. N. Gin so freaky. Like it's beyond my perception of a normal Ship they're not even a Divorced OTP like cortex/brio they're just. Involved in such a strange way. But my selfship is the one true romance relationship I am invested in with him honest to god not even kidding that's my wife

BROTP idk I think its cute when he's like nina's designated batshit insane babysitter for the day. I liked seeing them kill ppl together in tag team racing when you played it. maybe i'm biased because I also love nina (*cortex voice* MY DAUGHTER)

NOTP i'm sorry him x n tropy is kind of nothing to me but maybe that's because I'm not that interested in n tropy like idk he's blue and British. it's not bad though i'm just like Eh

Random headcanon idk i like the idea of his palette change in twinsanity and eventually the radical ent. games being that he's like basically undead and all corpsey but he's still kickin like all the crazy shit done to him like the missile life support system is no matter what happens still. SUPPORTING. the hair color change is unrelated he just realized he's goth so he dyed it. I like how he acts like such a 2000s mall goth XD random wafflez no preps type of guy at his old age. cute.

my overall opinion on this character is that we're married

CHARRRRRLEEEEEEESSSS TIMEEEEEEEEEEE

Gender and sexuality headcanon honestly for the most part for years i've been on board with him being a trans male and gay but the more people posting about butch cfo the more it starts to embed in my brain. it's inspired.

OTP umm I enjoy seeing nathan/charles content it's cute i know I have my nathan/pickles bias but idk.. it's cute.. plus I've seen people make nathan/charles/pickles content before it was cool. also just pickles/charles i see very little of but I do kind of see the vision. all the Charles x dick knubbler fan art i've seen is pretty cute too

BROTP I loveeeeeeee when people draw charles and abigail and knubbler being dethstaff friends. bonding over those stupid assholes they work for. i understand why they went with abi leaving to like. Live her own life away from the inherent fuckedupness of working for dethklok but in a world where there were more episodes and they got the chance to like. Write her more as a character and give her more content then i'd like to see her bond with at least the dethstaff I can see it more than her palling around with actual dethklok to be honest. Also Im sorry I have to say it I want more cute dethstaff art with edgar included HE'S WORKING THERE TOO!!!!!!!!!! COME ON. anyways.

idk if I have a "NOTP" with him I mean I've seen him and magnus as ex lovers(?) which i guess I haven't been sold on enough. I've also seen him shipped with fucking idk melmond MELMORD THATS HIS NAME IM TOO USED TO CALLING HIM ARIN HANSON.

Random headcanon idk does me thinking he's autistic count

My opinion on charles offdensen is that his butch swag is what brought him back to life

[papabigtoes]

Nathan x Charles? If you're alright with that :Shy fingers:

Yes! My bad for taking a day longer than my usual obscure schedule, felt a bit under the weather yesterday but after a great discrud chat and brainstorming with @lifesabook last night, i got back to the delish fan fart grind and decided a good settin would be with shakespeare

(I tried to post this but it spat it back to me saying it was flagged, so they’ll be under KR this attempt! it’s Nathan getting help blocking stuff for a hypothetical metal Shakespeare event, no blood but in the warm up some booze. alas, the tumbls is not a fan of Shakespeare-tier suggestive humor, le sigh!)