#dethklok fanfiction

[possibly-in-mordland]

What would Toki's idea of a perfect honeymoon be?

Toki x GN!Reader | The Ideal Honeymoon

Masterlist

Post Type: Headcanons

Warnings: Nothing

A/N: Totally taking ideas from Safiya Nygaard's Japan videos and some of Emirichu's videos here lmao. Also, my google history looks like I just got married- Also also the only thing i really know about japan is food so...

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Ok so Toki's ideal honeymoon would totally be a trip to Japan

And while there he would totally wanna go to one of those really hard-to-get-in cafes like the Kirby cafe or someplace that serves studio ghibli-inspired food (or even a cat cafe!)

I can easily imagine him wanting to hit up some of the vending machines to get ✨canned bread✨

Def would want to visit some of the ancient temples

And the beaches

This boy is so wholesome the entire time btw

"Y/n! Looks at the kitties!"

Probably wants to stay at someplace like The Ritz-Carlton Nikko, but at some point wants to stay at one of those capsule hotels

Thinks it would be fun to go to the Harajuku district and see all the shops

GHIBLI MUSEUM

GHIBLI MUSEUM

GHIBLI MUSEUM

Wants to see Mt Fuji

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[princess-lvcifer]

[mentally-unwell666]

you know that feeling when you find a fanfic that’s literally a work of art but than you discover that it’s not finished and will never be finished because it was uploaded two years ago and the author hadn’t come back for it and you are afraid that they are dead or something

anyway still patiently waiting for Skanktuary to write the final part in the Knuckle Down series

(I will sacrifice my firstborn child for this fic to get updated)

[basu-shokikita]

This is my Roman Empire. What prompted him to say this

[rayrayrazorfang]

something fun is going down on AO3

[neopolitangumdrops]

Shimmer in the Dark Ch. 1

I'm making a Metalocalypse fanfic about my Mtl OC, who goes from posting makeup videos on the internet, to then becoming the makeup artist for Dethklok.

Chapter 1 is finally out, just click the link below~ Shimmer in the Dark

[rottingvulture]

I want to read fanfiction rn but I don't know what fandom I want to read for so imma let yall vote

[chordsykat]

Joy of joys! It's the Where Can I Read the Dethkomic?! Master Post!

Hello and welcome to all the new and returning Metalocalypse fans here on Tumblr. Been quite a pile of excitement in the MTL fandom, lately, and I understand some of you have interest in reading my as-of-now 2 volume, ongoing, action/adventure/drama Metalocalypse fancomic. In order to make it easy on you all (and me, who has been providing links like crazy on an individual basis for more than a hot minute, hehe) I have compiled the following for ease-of reading!

What is Dethkomic? As it (kinda) says on @dethkomic's very own Tumblr page, this is a fancomic, written and drawn by yours truly, unassociated with anything official. As of this writing, there are two "Volumes", each consisting of 4 issues a piece. The story follows Dethklok and their all-girl-lady-centric counterparts, Baen-Shee, as they discover the magic of friendship... as they go on an epic quest to restore the kingdom of... as they deal with the highs and lows of superstardom, relationships, loss, bears, assassins, world domination, literal and emotional transformation, and the prophecy that ties them all together. I made it as a way to pass the time back when the movie was first announced and it continues to keep me entertained as we wait for the Army of the Doomstar's premiere (EDIT: We are no longer waiting and it was brutal!) Hope it does the same for you! Here's where you can read it:

Volume 1 (issues 1-4, complete):

On Tumblr: https://dethkomic.tumblr.com/komic

On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2479018

Volume 2 (issues 5-8, complete):

On Tumblr: https://dethkomic.tumblr.com/komic2

On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3355594

And there's also a groovy entry on the whole thing over on the MTL Wiki, if you're interested. That said, hope you like it! Will there be a third Volume? Depending on how the movie goes, and whether or not interest tanks (happy to say I don't see that happening anytime soon - thank you, readers!) there just might be. :) (EDIT: There definitely WILL be a Dethkomic 3 - and here's the trailer: https://dethkomic.com/post/752759703412654080/a-wild-dethkomic-3-trailer-appears)

Happy reading! And remember: Dethkomic loves you!

[pipartuuli]

Don't Touch

Don't touch Skwisgaar.

One-shot Skwisgaar character study during the events of the movies and the time in between. Rated T for references to drug use, canon-typical violence, and descriptions of the aftermath of Toki's abduction.

Read on AO3.

[roguegreaser]

SCREEEEAMS ?!?!

ok ok i know nobody will know what the fuck im talking about BUT THIS HAS TO BE LIBERASHURBANIPAL???? I FREAKING SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THIS GUY IT HAS TO BE HIIIIIIM

i know liberashurbanipal showed up in literally two or three panels of planet pissed BUT I LOVE HIM HE’S SO STUPID SOMEONE NEEDS TO KILL HIM THIS INSTANT [/pos]

i hope its gilgamesh brah…. sniffle… i need to see him again sometime soon hfhfhghgghff

[PAPATOES — PLANET PISSED, AO3] [CLOUDCHASER2000 — PROPHECY OF THE WATER GOD, AO3]

[fathercharlesoffdensen]

Kloktober 2023, Day 20: Self-Insert / Original Character - I wrote an OC called Wanda into a Metalocalypse story I wrote for Hearts & Guts 2010 (anyone else part of the Brutal Business community [for Charles/Nathan shippers] back in the day via LiveJournal? Just me, then?). All of my OCs/self inserts these days are thinly veiled attempts to hook up/work with various band members/managers, which is probably more fun for me than anyone else, so I will probably keep them private (ssshh).

[princess-lvcifer]

Rewatching Metalocalypse after 4 days of finishing it and TAKING NOTES every episode to psychoanalyze the characters and writing fanfics as if this shit was Attack on Titan or Game of Thrones is CRAZY but idk I'm doing it

[loser4loserswhok1ll]

Who Cares What's Behind.

nathan explosion x pickles the drummer

smut, minors dni

loosely based on the song passenger by deftones

not proofread i aint doin allat

note: just finished this at literally 1:53 am if you see fuck ups, no you didnt.

the apartment was cramped, shitty and stuffy, and it smelled like piss and weed and alcohol practically all the time. there's not one specific culprit for that, all of them are at fault. you shove 5 to-be rockstars in one apartment and it's going to smell bad. beyond the smelling bad, god, there was absolutely no privacy. they shared rooms, sometimes bounced between rooms depending on who is being pissy with who that night. the previous week had been tense. everyone's picking fights, especially murderface and magnus. magnus can't get over not getting what he wants, and murderface is tired of feeling like he's being treated like a kid. its making the other guys tense too. nathan has been taking the brunt of it. when fights happen, he has to take on some metaphorical father role, and it is so draining. the nagging and the yelling and the pointing fingers is all getting to him. its in his shoulders, making him scrunch them up into himself. it makes him seem somehow bigger than he is. pickles has had to step in too, and that's when you know things have gotten too intense. once the pair got that tired of it, they silently agreed to do one of their favorite things.

it was a relatively loud night. skwisgaar was yelling about a broken guitar string that he swears murderface broke, but murderface said it was magnus, and magnus is saying skwisgaar is just lying to put the blame on anyone but himself. it was like listening to middle schoolers tussle over who skipped in the lunch line. it was mind numbing, but luckily the ruckus was distraction enough for pickles and nathan to slip out of the apartment unseen and alone. they walk silently to nathans car. that old beat up thing. once in, nathans hands grip the wheel enough to make a squeak noise from his sweaty palms against the leather. the engine roars, like a cat with asthma, and pickles is still in awe that this thing runs. its the equivalent of riding just the skeleton of a horse at this point. the wheels crunch gravel and rock as the car pulls out of the driveway and off onto actual road. pickles leans up and turns on the radio, sifting through the channels of way too much shitty pop and wife beater country.

nathan reaches one large and tense hand over and clicks the knob, shutting the radio off. "put on your seatbelt." he mutters. pickles smirks and sits back in his seat. "yer just gonna rip it off of me in a few minutes, big boy." pickles knew how that name made nathans jaw clench and his thighs tense. "just put the damn seatbelt on." nathan doesn't so much as glance at pickles, eyes trained on the road and mind elsewhere. pickles rolls his eyes but listens, his seatbelt clicking and letting nathan know it's on. the ride is silent, just the sound of breathing and unspoken need on both ends. pickles feels a sense of anxious excitement crawl in his skin once the tree line of the park they tend to visit comes into view. it's not big, this isnt the midwest. but its empty enough at night for it to feel huge. or maybe its the buzz in pickles brain that he gets coming here. he pavloved himself into getting horny seeing that treeline, and nathan probably feels it too. its a very quick routine. find the spot most hidden, park, and the engine hardly has time to slow to a top before nathans pulling the lever to lean his chair back and pickles climbs out of his seat. the seatbelt hits the wall with a dull thud and metal clink, and nathans chair is pulled as far back as possible.

theres not even a word exchanged as hot breaths become one air and tongue fights tongue. pickles tases faintly like cheap beer and he chuckles at the taste of mint in nathans mouth. he pulls back panting. "dude, did you brush your teeth before leaving?" he says it with a chuckle and crooked smirk like nathan should be embarrassed. "i knew i wasnt gonna wanna do it later." nathan grumbles, voice more hoarse than usual. the rumble of it shoots through pickles body. nathans voice has always felt like standing right next to an amp blasting bass. the way it vibrates through the floor and air and fills your throat and makes your heart constrict. a big hand grabs the nape of pickles neck and tugs him into another heated and way too sloppy kiss. theres spit everywhere, its animalistic. dogs in heat, and the way they rut against eachother does nothing to ease those claims. pickles tugs his jacket off like its burning his and tosses it onto the passenger seat. this is quickly met with nathan mimicking the action, his own jacket being thrown on top of the smaller one.

pickles shifts, his back arching around the steering wheel as to not hit the horn. he's something of a professional at this from how frequently he's in this position. as uncomfortable as it is, grinding through and against way too tight jeans is even worse. pickles hands reach down and pull at his belt until its loose, the button and zipper on his jeans undone not long after. nathan, breathing like a pissed bull under pickles, quickly works on his own jeans. theres a harmonized moan as freed erection touches freed erection. thats always nathans favorite part, the melody of it all. pickles voice compliments his so well, its hard not to think of sex with him as something close to sharing a microphone. its something like co-writing lyrics once nathans hand wraps around both twitching dicks. thats pickles favorite part, the sharing. their precum mixes into a collaborated lube and pickles places his hands on either side of nathans head, knuckles white as he fingers dig into the torn seat cushion. nathans practically silent, all of his focus put into watching pickles chew on his bottom lip and furrow his brows.

nathan can feel that vein on the underside of pickles dick twitch and he pulls his hand away. a whine rips through pickles and he picks his gaze up to glare at nathan, though its a very harmless glare. "i want to fuck you. c'mon, get up here." nathan doesnt even let pickles attempt to move before hes grabbing his thighs enough to leave reminders of his fingertips for tomorrow. he tugs him up, positioning pickles exactly where they both know he belongs, speared on nathans cock. "cool it, big guy. yer gonna tear me apart." pickles reaches over to the glove box and punches it open, impatiently digging for the bottle of lube they keep handy. once his fingers curl around the familiar shape, he grins that same crooked smile and holds the bottle up, shaking it tantalizingly from side to side. nathan swallows thick, and pickles eyes lock onto the way his adams apple bobs. thats all he needed. he flips the bottle and squeezes some of the really fucking cold lube onto his fingers. he pushes the bottle into nathans hand as his own reaches down behind him to begin prepping. the lube makes him shiver, its cold. it was in the car all night, to be fair. that doesnt stop him from pushing 2 fingers in and biting his lip. nathan watches intently while he covers his cock in the cold substance.

one thing about nathan is that his eyes trail across pickles body and to the points of interest, yes, but he loves to observe every little flutter of pickles eyelids or the way his nose scrunches. his face is nathans favorite, and nathan loves knowing what pickles is feeling just by his features. the noises too, god. pickles sounds like a groupie if nathan didnt have the visuals to pair. "nate, 'm ready. fuckin hurry." pickles pants out, and nathan wastes no time. he wipes the lube on his hand onto pickles shirt, earning him a small eyeroll and it makes him chuckle deep in his chest. that chuckle was enough to distract pickles from the fact that nathan had aligned himself already. just as soon as he looks down to realize that, nathan starts to press in. its a pressure, then a tightness, then a damn near painful fullness. it makes pickles mouth hang slack and a groan rip out of him like a mating call. nathan holds onto pickles thighs until hes fully seated, and they sit there for a moment like that. nathan lets his eyes flutter shut, letting the sensations be his sole focus. there was always a pause before the real animal fucking began, a small moment of connecting and unspoken intimacy. neither guy would admit it or bring it up, but they both crave it. so its become solidified as a necessary step. once the ache is faint enough, pickles lifts himself up on his knees, nathans dick nearly leaving him, before slamming down and making nathan bare his teeth with a groan. pickles leans back, elbows propped on the dash around the wheel, back arched, and staring down at nathan. this is where the switch begins.

is always something of a friendly fight between them, who can get who to cum the fastest. but its never a real competition, they always tend to cum together or right after the other. and when pickles feels his dick bob and twitch as he bounces against nathan, he assumes tonight will be one of the nights where the competition becomes a shared finish. nathans head is thrown back against the seat, his eyes half lidded and trained on where his dick disappears into pickles. pickles eyes were fluttering, then closed, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in a crooked smirk. a growl rumbled deep in nathan and his hands reached up to pickles hips. pickles eyes opened and he understood. he placed one arm above his head against the roof of the car to prevent his head from hitting it. he stopped bouncing just as nathan started to thrust. its his verse now. he pulls and pushes, fucks up into pickles like he weighs nothing but means everything, and all pickles can do is take it. only he could take it. their moans get louder, thrusts sloppier, and pickles stutters out a warning. "nate'n, nate'n man, 'm close." and nathan only responds with a grunt and impossibly harder thrusts. pickles feels the air punch out of him with every thrust, and nathans panting and huffing and growling like a beast. its somethin about this forst, the night, this car, and its always something about pickles. it doesnt take long before pickles is cumming onto nathans shirt, staining it with wet spots and translucent white splotches. he clenches around nathan, the walls of him fluttering and threatening to swallow nathan whole. just like usual, nathans verse ends way too soon after pickles cums, and hes spilling deep inside of him like he was born to do this.

panting, sweaty, the car is hot. the windows have fogged and all the pair can do is giggle to themselves. pickles doesnt bother to pull nathan out of him as he leans forward and places a small kiss on nathans lips. "fuck, nate. you were rougher den usual. somethin on yer nerves?" pickles kows well that everythings been rough at home with the guys. nathan just grunts. hes never been one to talk after sex, though sometimes if the fuck inspired him he'll whip his notebook out and scribble down some lyrics for a song. it always makes pickles laugh. this time, nathan just lets his eyes close and hands knead pickles thighs. its kind, like hes relaxing for the first time in forever. which really, thats the truth. "nate, ya gonna let me go?" and nathan grunted and pickles understood. he always understood. they always understood eachother. pickles just sat on nathans lap, still full, but letting himself cool off. nathan let out a sigh and opened his eyes, looking down at pickles. "we should probably... head back." he grimaced as he said that, looking out the passenger side window. pickles nodded and slowly rose, a spill following after nathans limp cock. he pulled his jeans and underwear up, fixing himself up like usual. nathan lay still for a moment before fixing his own jeans and pulling the lever to put the seat back in place. "lets home the apartment isnt a wreck when we get back." pickles comments while he lazily throws his jacket on, handing nathan his. they clean the car up, the usual routine, the collective least favorite part. as nathan revvs the engine and begins to drive, pickles looks over at his cum splattered shirt. he digs through the glove box for some napkins and reaches over, doing what he can. nathan glances between him and the road. "what're you doing." and pickles smiles up at him. "cleanin ya up. you make such a mess, big guy." he teased and he could tell nathan felt a little something for the gesture. it was evident in the flex of his jaw as his teeth grinded. pickles pulled away and tucked the tissues into his back pocket to throw away later.

the ride home was silent then, both guys drained and dreading what hell they were gonna come back to. as they pulled up, there was surprisingly no screaming or yelling loud enough to hear from the apartment. the pair shared a questioning glance before climbing out of the car and up to the door. pickles opened it and magnus was asleep on the couch. god, he snores like geriatric. "christ, he needs a cpap." pickles whispered as they entered the apartment and quietly close the door. they try to be quiet as they walk through the living room and down to the hall to go to their shared bedroom. nathan sighs and pickles groans at the sight of murderface curled up in nathans bed. they share a look and nathan speaks up. "ill take murderfaces bed." pickles chuckles and elbows him gently. "im surprised yer arent just gonna rip him out of yer bed." nathan shrugs. "i dont feel like listening to him bitch. you have fun with his sleep talking." nathan smiles slightly as he says the last bit, which earns a whispered "dammit." from pickles. the two separate and clamber into their beds for the night. theres a tension gone from their bodies tonight, not for long probably. tomorrow will surely be more bitching and whining. but thats nothing to think of right now. despite the random muttering and snores from murderface across the small room, pickles falls asleep damn near as soon as he hit the mattress. nathan stayed up, staring up at the ceiling. he lets his eyes close after some time, but his head is still swimming with ideas of lyrics and metaphors and the noises he tore from pickles not even an hour before. once sleep takes him, its peaceful. a dream of being bigger than he is, of the band being bigger than it is, and he feels calm.

[trinscabbage]

Dethrut

A Skwistok omegaverse au fic. Finally finished it!

8.3k words 2 chapters Skwisgaar Skwigelf / Toki Warooth Tags: Omegaverse, Heats, Ruts, Possessive Behavior, Scenting, Nesting, Fluff and Smut, Knotting, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Established relationship, Alpha!Skwisgaar, Omega!Toki

"Has Skwisgaahr been a total knaht head lately or ees eet just me?"

PLEASE reblog and kudos and comment if you read okay mwah mwah

[thesimonthedevious]

CHAPTER 3 OF GIRLKLOK: DETHDINNER A story about COMZ, a girlband that have more to do with Dethklok and the Prophecy than they could ever know.

Sleep, again, evaded most of them. Olena tossed and turned in her bed, grumbling, finally opening her eyes to peer at her room. She sat up. Eyes were on her, but she wasn’t sure why, or where from. Had she tried harder to look, perhaps at the portrait on the wall, she might have seen its eyes moving, watching, until the stranger slid the piece of wood back into place. The subtle ‘thuck’ was enough for Olena to call out; “Hello?” Nothing. She got up, taking her pale silky house-robe and wrapping it around herself. Opening her door, Olena let out a little squeak when she seen a figure just passing her door; but it was just Skwisgaar with the light on his phone. He snapped his head round, accidentally blinding her. “Ah, sorries.” He scoffed, “Thought you were – well.”