#pickles the drummer imagine

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In ref to the fluff prompts can you do pickles the drummer with yearn and/or upset thank you 🔥🔥🔥

U and Y w/ Pickles the Drummer (fluff alphabet)

i need to find more shrimp recipes- or rather fish in general. idk whats going on but ive been craving fish so bad lately grrr prompts: upset, yearn notes: reader is gn but the post mostly focuses on pickles, written on mobile cws: alcohol mentions

UPSET

crack open a beer and sit with him somewhere and hes going to let you talk for as long as you need. hes not the best at comfort but he can be a good listener when he wants to be- when it comes to you. drunken heart to hearts arent all that unheard of between the two of you when its just the two of you sitting together

he tries to cheer you up in passing with flirting- he lets you know how much he likes you... even if sometimes the wording makes him come off as lustful. ragging on whatever or whomever has upset you is another common way for him to show his support

when pickles is upset he tends to drown it out with booze, he tries not to spill it to you but he just gets so heated and hung up over things that youre going to find out sooner or later- sometimes he outright comes to you to vent when hes intoxicated enough... him coming to you drunk and vulnerable becomes less of an occurrence with time, overtime he doesnt need to be drunk out of mind to seek you out. he eventually trusts you enough sober to talk

YEARN

yearns a lot and he shows that through touch- the moment he comes back to you after touring hes going to put his hands on you in some way. in a hug- with his hands on your sides or hips... or tugging your face to him for a nice long and overdue kiss... or just tugging you into his side to walk with you. things like that!

of course thats all assuming hes not going to take you along with him during tours, afterall the band has the means to house you! maybe if he can convince charles and the others that youre not going to mess with anything...

hides his yearning (poorly) but the second hes with you hes going to verbalize how much he missed you and that hes going to make up for lost time in any means possible

[discountskeppy]

the family dynamic is very serious

[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

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(Drops this little preview here and runs away, tripping and stumbling over while doing so.)

(For all Metalocalypse fans who also fw Power Rangers, I got something cooking rn that I've been working on since last September 👀.)

Also here's the thumbnail I'm working with:

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Skwisgaar render study with some silly doodles to go alongside bc why not?

Nathan on the mini bike by @dalldovs.

[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.

[infecteddaydreamz]

those doodles i kept talkin about tbh :3 theyre v small but ehhhhh what if i didnt care all that much LOLL anyway gothsgaar and fairy princess toki

also little pickles doodle down below, he just would take up SO much space if i put him above

i <3 sluts pickles LMAO pls dont mind how bald he is 😭

also little story time my dad saw this drawing of pickles and asked why i "put him in goth bitch attire" ???????? like???? not sure what it meant but it was kind of funny LMAO

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hellooo could you do something with Pickles the drummer and he and his current s/o have their first kiss but it ends up also being his s/o's first kiss in like ever,, can be like a drabble or hc thingy whatever feels right to you

Thank you 🔥🔥

Pickles stealing your first kiss

METALOCALYPSE READER SPOTTED OMG HAAAAAAI HAAAAAAAAAI MY MTL ROT MAY BE DORMANT RN BUT THIS MAKES ME SO SO HAPPY OOOOOUGH

Notes: reader is gn, written on mobile, admins rusty with writing mtl so bare with him💔

CWs: alchohol mentions

"Like... never ever??"

He can't believe it, actually- a total babe like you? You've never kissed anyone? Ever?

Of course he's not going to be mean about it, at most he might tease you- he was your first? Just know he's doing that little smirk of his whenever the fact crosses his mind

As for the actual kiss....

It really depends on the scenario but he tends to fall between tender and rough- he's passionate but not overwhelming!

WILL rest his hands on your jaw or waist, looooves getting you nice and close to him in general

His breath reeks of alchohol, though.... hopefully you don't mind that toooooo much!

Definitely the type to chuckle a bit if he's already had a drink or two- buzzed but not drunk

[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

[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:

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a cranky Pickles

[seestorimperator]

Kloktober day 3: Mordhaus Costume Ball

I think we've all had this idea, but I regret nothing! Lol . The dragon was a massive thing, something like eight feet tall, with a tail that dragged a few additional feet behind it. Spikes ran in a line from its forehead to the tail's tip. Its scales were shiny and blue-black, save the smooth jet of the throat and belly, and its eyes were narrow and blue, glowing in the dim light of the dining hall. Its mouth was open and baring long, dagger-sharp teeth.

The party had been in full swing for hours, and only after all this time did the dragon pull off its head.

"Heugh." Skwisgaar attempted to wipe the sweat from his brow with his forearm, but the strange plastic-y material that made up his gleaming scales did little but make his forehead itch, and he sneered.

"You were the dragon?" Pickles stood at his side, thoroughly pickled and grinning.

"Ja." Skwisgaar shook out his hair, grateful he'd thought to put it into a ponytail before he'd gotten into the costume. "You ams a pirates?"

"Yeah!" Pickles pointed a finger at him, a familiar, shit-eating grin creeping its way across his face. "You're a dragon."

Skwisgaar raised a brow. "I ams." It came out sounding like a question.

With a snort of drunken laughter, Pickles asked, "That mean you're a furry now?"

[sichore]

Picklejam: tender, loving, epic slowburn about how love is a choice even in the face of an eldritch destiny and a looming apocolaypse

Charlonyx: chaotic, slapstick, decade+ of bad puns and freaky sex while arguing over budgets and surveillance