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[murderfacefancam]

pickles the type of dood to fart and hold the covers over his lover *cough* nathan *cough* , but gets upset when its done to him, *cough* NATHAN *cough*

awh man i think im coming down with the sickness ;(

[ask-but-beware-the-consequences]

Oh to go on friender benders every year, strictly alone together, just the two of you to drink and lovingly stare into each others eyes among roses on a trip in Europe. Must be my fav """friends"""" activities.

(After that Nickles moment on the concert) Nathan is still in that pink haze, brain is a mush.

Aand this is the last piece of the Spring collection, the 5th piece! ^^ (It's not summer until I finished all my exams, okay? xd)

[chunglesworth]

SNEAKY Kloktober day eleven… Inspired by ur culture… I’m from British 😁

[trinscabbage]

I've said it before, but I'll say it again: I would do ANYTHING to have access to the version of the internet in the dethklok universe.

I don't care as much about living in universe, but IMAGINE AO3. Imagine the insane fan discourse. Imagine the "I slept with each member of the band 🧵." Imagine the detailed fan wiki pages. Imagine the 50 Shades of Gray origins but dethklok. And fanfic being turned into movies.

We'd know exactly what they'd post on social media and the public's perception of them. Think of all the insider information we have as viewers of the show and what they allow publicly. All those social media workers must've been there for a reason.

The genuinely accurate sex write ups. The HOURS of video essays explaining the fandom drama. Miles to scroll through on tumblr. Fuck, there could be GENUINE shipping wars knowing dethklok.

IDGAF if I sound like a fangirl from 2013 rn. I am cringe but I am free. And I think about this a lot

[toomuchbloodinmyalcoholsystem]

same energy

[twigg96]

If u havent already done it,, hcs for dethklok w a very physically affectionate s/o ? Like one that is always down to cuddle n stuff

Hello my sweet Anon! No I haven’t written anything like that yet!! I hope you like these HCs

Nathan - While Nathan himself is a gigantic teddy bear who is touch starved beyond belief. He does find the act of being propositioned with cuddles and touches to be bloody vomit inducing for several reasons. The first being that cuddles and intimate touches took just that... intimacy. And truth be told Nathan wasn't the best when it came to that realm of being. Sure he could pretend. But he hated how nervous he became when his leg touched his partner's, uncertain if the tingles of excitement he felt were ever reciprocated. He hated how sweaty his palms became holding his SO's knowing full well that they could feel just how moist he was becoming just thinking of where that could lead. Marriage and kids of course... and he hated that his mind took him down a futuristic rabbit hole that got his heart broken more times than he ever realized. But his partner... never seemed to mind. Their head on his chest during movies they listened to his heart beat and breathed with him through the panic. Kissed his sweaty knuckles and eased a hand over his bouncing knee. They whispered that they were scared too. But that was an important part of intimacy no one ever talked about. The anxiety and the fear that came with every touch the one that eased with time and with every breath shared until it was hardly noticed anymore and soon two souls became one.

Pickles - The little drummer was not a man who was overly touchy to begin with. People could thank his abusive parents and sketchy past for his fear of intimate touches. He'd duck away from a hug faster than most at the beginning of a relationship. He wasn't repulsed by touches. He'd probably even pull his partner in for hugs and cuddles. But he had boundaries he expected his partner to understand and respect just as he knew his partner had their own he would respect over anything else. There were times that he would pull his partner into his embrace all day. Most of those times alcohol or other substances were involved, other times he or his loved ones were in a heightened emotional state. He hugged people the tightest then with all his heart and soul. He held them to tell them he was there. He wasn't going anywhere. Burying his face in the crook of their neck, his beard scratching against the skin of their neck he held them tight to help them relax. And when his asthma hit and his anxiety washed over him the most was when he needed his partner to step in and return the favor.

Murderface - William likes to pretend that he is as macho as they come. And sure he pretends for a while. He pretends that he's a sexual extraordinaire, has a 20 meter defeater, and lives without a single fear in the entire world. He pretends for a while when he first meets his partner... because he never expects to catch feelings. He ever expects to see them again. But the fact of the mater is... Murderface is entirely too scared... for much of anything when it comes to anything intimate with his partner especially when he starts a relationship with his partner. It takes a long time for him to open up to his partner. To let them touch him so intamatly and with so much trust that they won't hurt him. Because the truth of the matter was that was what he was scared of most. Getting close. Comfortable. Then being discarded and forgotten like yesterday's trash. He hated that feeling. He hated it more that he had grown used to it. So when the couple were watching one of his favorite movies... maybe a boring documentary and his partner's full attention was on the screen not on their phone, not talking to some other guy... he felt himself grow comfortable... wrapping his arm around their shoulder he pulled them close kissing their temple.

Skwisgaar - For the Swede cuddling and touching came in the form of sex so often that he became complacent to the idea that cuddling only came to those in the throws of passion. When his partner tried to hug or hold him in public it sprang to life a problem the blonde had to either excuse himself to the bathroom for. Although many times he simply would try to pull his partner into the alleys and closets to get some alone time. One night when his partner comes to bed they wear the most revealing clothes they could find, crawl into bed and cuddle up close to him, their fingers ghost his skin as they lay sweet kisses across his collar bone, neck, and jaw. Just when Skwisgaar is positive he's getting lucky, his partner pulls away. Touch therapy. That's what they call it. They want to retrain his brain into learning they can touch him without always getting laid. At first he fights the idea. Then his partner cuddles close once more telling him to close his eyes. He does, not because they said so of course... but because he was getting blue balls and it hurt... But... eventually he understood. The quietness, the sensuality without the sexuality... it was nice. Comfortable.

Toki - This boy is just as touchy feely as his partner. It makes other people uncomfortable how clingy they are to each other. Stage 5 clingers would not be a stretch to describe either of them. Velcro Partners. If they're seen apart it's not because either of them want to be alone.

[writersmilex]

hey bb! may i request drunk! reader x drunk! pickles? a sprinkle of trauma bonding (mommy issues) and a sprinkle of fluff and understanding would mean the whole world to me :3

Hammered Slander

Pickles The Drummer X Fem Reader

Summary: (Y/n) and Pickles decide to go out together and just get drunk and complain about mothers, as you do.

Note: Hi Stranger! I never experienced mommy issues in any way, I’m not sure what having mommy issues feels like, to be honest, so the mother is just nagging basically... I think.

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It’s a regular event between (Y/n) and Pickles, from the very first day they met. It’s easy to make friends when drunk, and apparently, Pickles and (Y/n) got along so well that they woke up hangover together. It’s ironic that (Y/n) can still remember it. It’s okay if Pickles doesn’t.

20-year-old (Y/n) woke up in Pickles’ motel room on the floor, he was awake but hallucinating in the bed. And… The rest is history.

~~~~ Years later, Dethklok is the most dominant band on the planet. Hanging out with her friends is rather difficult these days, and she cherishes every moment she can whenever. What’s even rarer is hanging out with her closest friend: Pickles. Just the two of them, she would have really liked to have spent time with him by now. And while phoning Pickles as the band is on tour, (Y/n) finally decides to just ask him! “Toki really can hold his liquor when he gets really drunk, it’s probably the saddest thing I’ve ever seen, yo.” Pickles cackles from the other side of the line, causing (Y/n) to laugh as she hears Toki complain in the background. “Anyway enough about me, how are you doing?” There is a lot of commotion on the Drummer’s side, which is most likely the band in the background. “I’m fine. It's kind of quiet with you guys not around. But I’ll manage.” Which is the truth. (Y/n) has been staying at Mordhaus to keep things a little in check for the band. The castle-like structure really is very quiet with them around. “Kinda miss you guys…” She admits shyly. “Aww… (Y/n). Hey Fellas! (Y/n) misses us!” She can hear Pickles announce to the room loudly. (Y/n) can’t hear the reactions very well, but she can hear Toki shout. “Ams misses yous too, (Y/n)!” in the distance. Toki’s antics never fail to make (Y/n) smile. “Hey, Pickles. We can go for a drink and catch up when you’re back. Just the two of us? Like old time.” (Y/n) feels slightly bashful while asking, much to her relief, the Drummer chuckles. “Sure we can!” He replies with glee.

~~~~ Back from the tour and was well-rested once again. (Y/n) and Pickles have finally decided to go out together for drinks. Pickles had always found it interesting, how the atmosphere completely changes when it’s just him and (Y/n) together without his bandmates and friends. More surprisingly, this atmosphere has never changed in all the years he has been friends with her. And he likes it that way. He could tell this was gonna be a drunk night, as he saw (Y/n) already downing her drinks quickly. Surely something must be on her mind. He doesn’t think about it much as he gets drunker as well, the two friends swaying on their barstool and partly leaning on each other to maintain some balance. Giggling the night away.

“Alright, alright, alright! Listen, listen, listen.” (Y/n) giggles and puts down her whiskey glass, already getting pretty hammered after her fourth glass, switching from plain beer to win to spice her drunkenness. Pickles responds with his own laughs, being unable to keep his head up straight and repeatedly as if his neck is giving into the weight of his head. “I had another call from my mom recently, you know?” (Y/n) shakes the whiskey glass she is holding, hoping it will magically refill again. Pickles snorts, “Yeah?” He gestures for her to resume. “I haven’t spoken to her in years, since she ruined my brother’s wedding. She was literally asking if I had a boyfriend yet!” (Y/n) raises her voice, announcing to the whole bar her story. It’s getting late so the bar is quite empty. Not to mention that the remaining people are doing their best to ignore the two very loud and very drunk people at the bar. The poor bartender is cursed to serve the other people there. He cut those two off an hour ago.

“Typically mum, always butting in my personal life! Because she doesn’t have one!” (Y/n) laughs loudly at her own witty remark. Pickles follows suit with her, the commotion in the nearly empty bar to get more obnoxious on their end. It causes a group of three people to leave money on their table and leave the building altogether.

The Bartender is trying to focus while going down his resupply list and partly keeping an eye on the drunk people who are half a meter away from him. Just to make sure they don’t break anything. Even if it’s the drummer of the greatest Metal band on earth slouching at his bar.

“I swear that woman can’t let go of us! Me and My brother and I.” (Y/n) slurs, tracing the rim of the glass with her finger, it doesn’t make that pretty sound that wine glasses usually make. “I remember when she blamed her divorce on us… That woman is crazy and Dad couldn’t take it anymore, I wish he had taken us with him.” her gaze turns solemn, despite it being years ago, it still hurts. Those hurtful words that her mother said to her in the heat of the moment, if only her mother had apologized for that, their relationship might have been better today.

“duuuude,” The drummer leans completely on (Y/n)’s arm, clutching a bottle of a famous whiskey brand in his hand. His legs are bouncing against the foot of the stool, a subconscious habit. “Be glad that your mom even acknowledges your existence!” Pickles argues, “I am the drummer of the very best baaand in the fucking wooorld yo!!! Not e-even thaaaat, Not even that impreeesses her!” He slurs and slams his hands flat on the bar, which causes the bartender to flinch at the noise. He about had it with these guests. If one more thing happens he is going to kick them out for the night so he can close the bar.

“It’s aaaalways about Sssseth. Fucking asshooole! He ruinzzzz everythinggg he touches!” Leaning forward he rubs his face in his hands, “Women…” He grumbles in his palms. If (Y/n) was sober, she would have thought twice about what he just said. But right now she couldn’t agree more. “Fuckinnnnng bitch, just wants mmmmy money.” He complains quietly. (Y/n) already knew that Pickles’ family was practically leaching off him. She had noticed that already. At first, she expected all of Dethklok's families to be begging for the band’s money. Later she realized that the family dynamics of Dethklok is rather abnormal for the most part. “Well? That Birth-giver o’ mine is a real piece of work. And you haven’t met her yet.” (Y/n) pipes in with more stories of her mother. “And I don’t want you… That when you meet her… That you don’t, okay?” She mumbles with a hint of confusion, almost like she doesn’t even know what she is talking about. “I swear, me and my… I mean me and my brother and I. We were just accessories to her, seriously! Dad too, probably!” When she slams her glass on the table, causing one empty bottle to topple over, that’s when the bartender had it.

“Alright, you two need to leave my bar this instant!” The bartender had enough, slammed his notes on the counter and called the bouncer over to give him a hand. ~~~~ The bounce pushed (Y/n) and Pickles outside roughly. (Y/n) was able to keep her balance however, Pickles stumbled and tripped onto his knees. “Just go home!” The bouncer waves the two drunk people off and goes back inside.

(Y/n) dusts off her knees and stands up, swaying in her stance and looking at the entrance of the bar, “How rude…” She grumbles and looks over to the Drummer and grabs him by the arm to get him to stand up. She wastes little time and goes to walk in the direction that she believes is the right direction.

“Wheeere arrre we going???" Pickles sounds more confused than ever, looking around the now dark streets quizzically. “We are, We’re going home I think?” (Y/n) giggles quietly. Too drunk to even realize where she is taking Pickles to. The two friends will discover later the next day while nursing a hangover. ~~~~ Waking up with a pounding headache has become a regular thing lately. (Y/n) is having a hard time opening her eyes, and when she does she is greeted with the floor of some castle-like bedroom, the floor is covered in both rubbish and clothes. This scene makes (Y/n) feel nostalgic. Somewhere she has seen this before. Of course! How could she forget? “Had a good sleep?” Comes the voice of Pickles. Looking up, (Y/n) finds the man in question sitting up in bed. It is nearly just like when she first met him, and she could not help but smile at him. ________________________________

I haven’t taken requests in years, I actually have quite a strict rule list when it comes to requests. But I’ll let this one slide. 

Thanks for reading, - Smilex

[goblin-a-gogo]

This week on the Dethklok Minute— rumors on Dethklok drummer’s illegitimate daughter has been confirmed as true!

Our sources say she is being referred to as “Lasagna”.

Little Lasagna has wormed her way into Pickles the Drummer’s heart, and as such the heart of millions of women coming forward claiming to be her mother.

How did she manage to get close to the band, something that many other fatherless children failed to do?

How long does Pickles plan on keeping this kid?

And who will be revealed as her biological mother?

Find out tonight on the Dethklok Minute!

[cladestruction]

a cranky Pickles

[ladyzamos]

I'm gonna make a post. Sorry if it's bad. Here's my thoughts about a prompt that no one asked of me. Someone who does actual (read: good) headcanons please feel free to use this for your own imagines.

Prompt: How do the men of Dethklok feel about being the little spoon?

Nathan- Nate is a big softie underneath his constant projection of brutality, we all know this, but he's not a cuddler unless you're someone he's really close to. Being with countless groupies has eroded his sense of non-sexual physical intimacy, so the first time his partner tries to spoon him, he'd be pretty weirded out. If he likes you enough, he'll tolerate it for a while. Eventually he'll realize that he actually kinda really enjoys it, though he'd probably rather rip his own eyes out than admit that. Nathan is more the type to be the big spoon if he's in the mood to cuddle at all, but that makes the rare times you can hold him even more special for you both.

Skwisgaar- This man does not want to be touched during sleep. He has his favorites among his regulars and he's fine with holding them until they fall asleep, but inevitably he'll roll away before closing his eyes. The first time his partner tries to spoon him, he'll bolt. Playing his speed scales for a while will relax the strange fluttering in his chest. He just can't deal with that level of vulnerability. The next time his partner curls around his back, he won't run, but it'll be a while before he can fully accept and enjoy the embrace.

Murderface- The first time his partner spoons him his whole body tenses and his walls thunder upwards. He might even ask them what they're doing in a snappy tone, but as your hand strokes his side gently, he melts. You can always tell what kind of day he had by how he wants to sleep. If he's had a tough day he wants to hold you; if he's had a tougher day, he needs you to hold him. He won't ever admit how much he loves being the little spoon, but you both know.

Toki- Toki accepts being the little spoon easily because it's not a big deal to him how he gets his hugs and cuddles as long as he does get them. He prefers to sleep face-to-face, holding hands, so that if he happens to wake up, he can see you're there. Now though, if he rolls away at night, he pulls your arm with him.

Pickles- It's hard to get Pickles in a bed. He gets so messed up that tables, couches, and the floor are perfectly good places to crash. He didn't even have a bed for most of his childhood, just a futon that was always folded up into a couch. If you do get him in his bed, he's a wild sleeper, sprawling and rolling. Spooning him might be the only way to get him to lay still. He doesn't say anything for or against being the little spoon, but he does seem to get more restful sleep. On the days that he goes to bed as opposed to passing out somewhere, he'll scoot his back right up to you so that you can put your arm around him.

[writingismetal]

Hello. I am mentally ill. Uh. Ask for stuff okay

[gogomeaty]

Dont let Skwisgaar in the sun for too much because he's going to turn red

[ask-but-beware-the-consequences]

I saw a drawing and I couldn't resist. It's so them 💙 Summer collection piece number 2 ^^

Original with signature is below the cut:

[sandelure]

Eventually I will reveal to the world the glory that is my Metalocalypse OC Sierra but for now she remains in the Shame Circle that is my discord rp server

[junkh3ad]

Dethklok at the beach and it's just pickles reapplying sunscreen every hour and sitting under an umbrella because he's a redhead and he'll fry out in the sun (he still ends up getting sunburn from the short time he's in the water)

And Skwisgaar also gets burnt and complains about it for a whole week and it's even worse because I'd imagine he'd wear a speedo and so his LEGS are red as shit.

Nathan tans. Like really tans and he's got a sunglasses tan line cause he's a little dumb.

Toki, for some reason ALSO tans? So hes got all these girls fawning over him at the beach because he's buff and tan and he's just building a sand castle half the time.

Murderface does not move from his beach chair and burns on his shoulders and complains the whole time but in the way a father would when you know he's still enjoying himself.

[twigg96]

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