#the wickerman mtl

[lucyskyedesmond]

CHAPTER 20 of THE WICKER MAN

Chapter 20 is finally up and it is here! Happy May Day everyone!!!

This is 100% based on the image that accompanies Dance Macabre by Ghost.

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Kloktober 2023: Day 3 - Mordhaus Costume Ball

I have had the intrusive thought of Vater Orlaag dressed as Black Beard loosely based off of the version of Black Beard from Our Flag Means Death for two or three weeks now. This is probably rated about Teen and as usual includes my OC Lucy. 1,711 words below the cut. <3 Also wanted to mention that Charles' costume description was inspired by this post by @chordsykat

“Master, you’re certain that I’m the best choice for this?”

“Out of anyone here, you’re the best at masking yourself.” At least, he was the best at it other than Salacia, but Salacia couldn't exactly go to the Ball even disguised, the Dead Man would recognize him immediately.

Vater Orlaag nodded, but internally he felt the equivalent of a long-suffering sigh.

~~~~~

The Mordhaus Costume Ball was, in a word, opulent. The room that the band typically used to put on performances for new Klokateers was cleared out and decorated with Victorian Gothic décor, and they were calling it the “Mask of the Red Deth” Costume Ball. It was mostly other celebrities who had been invited, metal musicians and musicians that the band had simply met with throughout the years, but there were also some actors milling about and a few high-ranking Klokateers who were in attendance as guests, a reward for their service to the band.

Everyone in the band was dressed to the nines: Nathan was wearing a black ruffled shirt and leather pants that tied rather than buttoned up. His mask was a leather skull in metallic gold. Murderface wore something more period accurate for nobility that had actually made him feel attractive when he looked in the mirror, a black and red mask complimenting the outfit. Toki wore something that looked almost like a dark Viking outfit in blacks and greens with a mask that had long golden horns as part of it. Skwisgaar looked elf-like, opting for a more androgynous costume in whites and golds, and accented with silver elf ear jewelry combined with a wire wrapped mask.

Pickles looked, in a word, stunning. His dreads were up, and he was wearing tight leather pants, knee high boots, and a black shirt underneath a black and red leather trench coat with pointed shoulders. His mask looked like a black and red skull, emphasizing the theme of the Ball. Lucy was in a corseted black and blood red ball gown with spider web mesh sleeves and a traditional French style corset top, straight lined at the top allowing for what most would consider a minor wardrobe malfunction, something that she had convinced Charles to allow her to get away with because she was “in her own damned ‘haus and the French used to do this as a fashion statement.” He had only agreed because the look genuinely was elegant, if not distracting. The front of the skirt only just covered her, showing off the same spider print mesh on her legs, and the back of the gown trailed slightly. She held a fan in her hand all night, and her leather mask was an intricate black cat with red, silver and gold detailing, matching the elegant collar that she was wearing with rose details tooled into the leather. Her hair was down, but there were two braids that started near her forehead and met and the back of her head like a crown, her bright rainbow hair juxtaposed with her outfit, yet somehow meshing with it perfectly.

Dick was wearing something that could be better characterized as steampunk than anything else, playing up his cybernetic eyes almost as though they were part of his mask. Even Charles was dressed up, his outfit featuring a sleek black corset that emphasized his form and a mask that looked oddly like a darker version of Facebones.

The party was in full swing, and everyone was in bright spirits, mingling, dancing, and socializing. Lucy was having a relatively in-depth conversation with Pickles, when he walked into the room. Lucy happened to glance over at the door just as he was coming in, her hand stopping mid-fan. She lost any semblance of what her best friend was saying in that moment, her eyes drinking the man in. His mask was simple black leather, only covering around his piercing blue eyes that looked like they had thick black eyeliner around them. His long, flowing wavy hair and beard were midnight black, almost as though he had dyed it just for the event, and it looked as though there was smoke coming out of the intricate braids on his beard that were curled outward. The outfit that he wore was entirely made of leather, tight leather pants hugging thick, strong thighs that left nothing to the imagination, a leather jacket that was missing one arm revealing an arm that was toned and strong, leather half gloves, and several belts, one of which had a holster with a dagger in it. He must have stood at almost 7 feet tall and he was buzzing with an intense energy.

Lucy was so busy ogling the man that she hadn’t noticed that Pickles had followed her gaze and had gone silent, now ogling him himself. “Holy shit, dood. Look, I know ya gaht first dibs, but if ya strike out er if he’s down fer a little Double Trouble, come get me, ahlreet? Fuck.”

Lucy nodded, not taking her eyes off of him. “Yeah. Gods, that’d be hot… Who the fuck is he?”

“I don’t know, but if ya don’t get over there, someone else will.”

She was already turning to start walking over to him, “You sure you don’t mind if-“

“Luce, that someone else is gahnna be me in about 5 seconds, go.”

Pickles did not need to tell Lucy twice. She was walking at a speed that indicated any semblance of dignity and restraint had already gone out the window. When she got closer, she made sure to walk with a confident stride, walking right up to him with a wicked little grin on her face.

Vater had seen her walk over, and was currently doing his absolute best not to openly stare at her chest. It didn't help in the slightest that he had an irritating attraction to this woman since the first day that she popped up on the Tribunal's giant screen during a meeting. He didn’t want to allow himself to get distracted, but part of the success of his mission of getting the information that Salacia had wanted was blending in, and that meant social pleasantries. Even still, he was hoping that she wouldn’t prove to be too much of a distraction.

Lucy stopped in front of him, her eyes full of Devilish promise and offering her hand to shake his. “I couldn’t help but notice you coming in from across the room and I had to come over to compliment your costume and introduce myself.”

He didn’t get where he was without knowing how to be charming, so when she offered her hand, Vater took it and brought it to his lips, kissing it and nibbling the knuckle slightly all while looking her in the eyes with a gaze that could have been hypnotic. Lucy bit her lip and visibly shivered, her pupils dilating from the sheer intensity of the moment, making him grin at her reaction. “Your costume choice is rather stunning as well.”

"Holy sweet Jesus, his voice." She had the thought that he could read her the period table of elements and she'd still listen without complaint. Lucy blushed and stepped in a little closer to him, reaching out and running her hand slowly and deliberately down his exposed forearm, “Why don’t we go get a drink and chat, maybe get to know each other before I inevitably drag you out of here with me?”

He chuckled darkly. She was wonderfully brazen. Perhaps he could find all the information that Salacia had needed from her. There was some distant part of his mind telling him that he was lying to himself and not to allow himself to get distracted by the slip of a woman, but that part was being loudly drowned out by the warmth of her body now very close to him and the sound of her sultry laughter.

The two of them talked for a while, Vater finding out absolutely nothing that Salacia needed and forgetting about the mission entirely after about two minutes of being in her presence.

When she finally officially invited him back to her room, Lucy raised a playful eyebrow at him, “What’s the chance you swing both ways?”

He looked at her inquisitively, and then saw her look over at Pickles, following her gaze. The Drummer was in rare form tonight, the man cleaned up well. It certainly wouldn’t be Vater’s first time with a man. There was a predatory smile on his face that made Lucy’s pupils dilate and her body shiver. From across the room, Pickles glanced up at the two of them, and seeing the look on the tall man’s face it was a wonder that he didn’t bolt across the room at them.

Pickles had a cocky smirk on his face as he approached them, walking straight up to Vater with an unholy amount of confidence, “Well, hey d’ere, tall, dark, an’ dangerous. Yah ready fer a little Double Trouble?”

There was a dark little chuckle that had Lucy and Pickles weak in the knees as the three of them walked out, one of them to each of his arms, barely making it to Lucy’s room and not coming out until sometime the next afternoon. Lucy and Pickles practically limped down to the kitchen, using each other to keep themselves upright, grinning like idiots, and Vater left with two phone numbers and very insistent “call me’s” and “get home safe’s” from the two of them.

~~~~~

When Vater arrived back at the bunker, he went immediately to see Salacia, knowing that he was hours late for the previously planned private debriefing. He was still in costume and looked as though he had got no sleep.

“What did you manage to find out?” Salacia asked him, already having the needling feeling that the mission had been a failure.

Vater looked at him, wondering if he could bullshit his way through the fact that the mission itself had failed before it started. “I was able to determine that the band can be… very persuasive… when they want to be Master.” He kept the fact that he now had two of their phone numbers to himself.

Salacia eyed the love bites on his servant’s neck and scowled.

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"Come. It is time to keep your appointment with The Wicker Man." ~Lord Summerisle (Christopher Lee)

Welcome to my (@the-loveliest-lotus) sideblog for my Metalocalypse OC, Lucy Skye Desmond. ♡ This is my pinned post, will edit this as links and my other OCs relevant to Lucy are added to the Wiki, or if I use her in other stories. ♡

Important Links:

~Read 'The Wicker Man' on AO3 (Explicit; Lucy is solo polyamorous)

~OC Wiki Entry for Lucy

~OC Wiki Link for 'The Wicker Man'

Playlists:

~Lucy Skye Desmond

~Angie Desmond (Lucy's Mom)

~Roger Desmond (Lucy's Dad)

~Jimmy Desmond (Lucy's Uncle)

~Babette Dufresne (Lucy's Aunt)

Ship Name Tags (Underlined Tags are also Linked to Playlists):

~Pickles the Drummer: Double Trouble

~Magnus Hammersmith: Monochrome Rainbow

~Dick Knubbler: Rainbow Sunshine

~Blues Devil: Rainbow Blues

~Vater Orlaag: Acid Witches

~Toki Wartooth: Sugar Blotter

~Skwisgaar Skwigelf: Deflower Power

~William Murderface: Rainbow Fite

~Charles Offdensen: Leather and Lace

~Nathan Explosion: Acid Explosion

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Kloktober 2023: Day 2 - Favorite AOTD Scene

Most if not all of my Kloktober responses are going to include my OC Lucy because I love my sweet summer child and that is currently where the Muse is striking me. <3 This is what would happen if Lucy had been at Ishnifus' funeral with the boys.

Murderface, Lucy, Pickles, Toki, and Skwisgaar were all sitting in a pew at Ishnifus’ funeral, set slightly apart from everyone else. It seemed as though Pickles was the only one who was able to keep it together. Normally, Lucy wouldn’t be like this at a funeral, especially for someone who had been as helpful and kind as Ishnifus through everything that had happened to them. But Lucy had already dealt with flashbacks from PTSD before Roy Cornickelson’s funeral, so after that absolute fiasco and everything else that had been happening lately she was full of nervous energy.

Her leg was bouncing a mile a minute and she was leaned back against the pew with her arms folded across her chest, her gaze ahead but hearing nothing, trying to focus on her breathing. She ran a hand down her face. This wasn’t working. Lucy glanced at Pickles, then glanced around her. She pulled out a weed vape and took a hit, but she ended up underestimating the pull that she took on the pen and started coughing, loud. Trying to cover her coughs and control her breathing was just making it worse, and everyone was starting to stare. She was grateful that Murderface and Toki were currently in the middle of outbursts of their own because at least she wasn’t the center of attention. ‘Thank the gods for small miracles.’

Pickles gave her a look and said, “Auntie Lucy, little help here, please.”

Lucy looked at him, feeling somewhat guilty, and whispered, “Listen Ma, Auntie Lucy’s just trying to hold off and not go do nose candy with a clown right now, I’m losing it.” She didn't mean to get snippy with him. He had to feel as though he was herding cats right now, and she of all people didn't want to be someone who Pickles felt as though he needed to wrangle. She took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, I'm just not ok right now."

He frowned and sighed, he knew better than anyone about her trauma. Pickles just said, “I know,” and squeezed her shoulder briefly before turning his attention back to her other bandmates.

Things seem to calm down even if she was nowhere near her baseline of calm, and she was able to at least stop bouncing her leg. And then Murderface let out the loudest fart with reverb that she had ever heard in her life, and with the weed having kicked in, she started laughing and couldn’t stop.

“I’m sorry,” she tried saying in between laughter. Eventually she was able to calm herself, but everything was quickly turning into a shitshow. And she was still full of nervous energy even if it had dulled down slightly, feeling like she just wanted to crawl out of her own skin. Then she looked up and saw Charles looking down at them. He gave her a look and a beckoning motion with his hand. Lucy glanced at Pickles who looked miserable, but he gave her a little nod. She walked upstairs to where Charles was, grateful to be away from the immediate area of the funeral.

Lucy walked up to Charles with a smug grin on her face, taking in the red robe that he was wearing. Damn, he looked good in red. This was definitely a nice distraction. “Forgive me, Father Offdensen, for I have sinned,” she said, biting her lip.

His lips tugged in a smile in spite of himself. “I thought you were raised Pagan?”

She walked closer to him, “I was, but you know, there’s something about blasphemy that gets ya going when you’re told by everyone around you that you’re going to Hell when you’re a kid.”

He shook his head, smirking, “As much as I’d love to get ah unprofessional right now, I think maybe we should wait for me to take your Confession until after the funeral.” She smirked back at him. They had been using that as a code word for their kinky little get-togethers since when she was in the band early on.

She sighed and said, “I suppose,” in a tone that told him that she didn’t really mind. Lucy leaned over the railing, and Charles stood next to her and did the same. “I’m guessing that you could tell from here that I was losing it.”

“You could have powered a small village with the energy coming off of your leg bouncing,” he said dryly.

She laughed softly, “I’m definitely a bit tense. Thanks for getting me out of the thick of it.”

Charles wasn’t going to tell her about more Prophecy details yet; he’d wait until Pickles got up there. For now, he put a hand on the small of her back, rubbing lightly. She relaxed a little. This was definitely better than doing nose candy with a clown.

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Kloktober 2023 - Day 18: Inspired by a Metal Song

I have no idea *why* this visual popped into my head while I was driving and listening to Touch Myself by the Genitorturers... But it did and now you all get to visualize it too.

Featuring a shared dream between Vater Orlaag and my OC Lucy. Part of this is eventually going to find its way into The Wicker Man, though it is likely going to be longer and more explicit there (and without the Devil's Rejects Captain Spaulding reference at the end.)

WARNING: NSFW and Monster Fxcking Ahead. Enjoy ;)

Everything was a foggy haze. Long limbs walked through a strange abyss, searching for something that he couldn’t remember. The sound of a hiss, and then a sudden pain in his leg that made him wince and cry out. And then, bliss. Numbness. Everything became a damp haze, euphoric and sensitized. His limbs were heavy and he could barely keep himself upright.

Clawed hands were on his calves, moving upward, the claws biting into his skin as they moved, the pain mingling with the euphoria in the most delicious way possible. Some dim part of his mind realized that his clothes were gone. A sudden feeling of warmth had him crying out and moaning into the abyss, and his hand drifted sluggishly toward the head that was currently resting between his legs. He felt his knees buckle, but then suddenly he was being held up by something strong. An arm? No, there was no real joint to it, and arms didn’t wrap around quite like that. A taloned hand reached down and felt scales, and it pulled him out of the haze just enough to look down at what was happening to him.

Her hair was moving in his hands, and he dimly realized that it was alive, small tongues coming out to taste the air and taste him. He met her eyes, beautiful blue slitted eyes that looked back up at him as though she wanted to swallow him whole. His body was frozen, unable to do anything but allow her to continue, though the thought of doing anything else in this moment was enough to make him feel an ache that threatened to split him in half. The euphoria was Divine, and she was using her split tongue up and down his hard length as her snakelike tail constricted slightly around his chest making air that much harder to breathe. Her rainbow scales were iridescent, glittering in this strange foggy haze that they were in, and his broken moans filled the air.

In the abyss, as he climaxed, memories long lost flooded to him, as though she had cut through some haze that had been placed over him by an outside force. Vater woke up, sweating and with a wet spot in his pants. He didn’t even care to notice and he grabbed his book of shadows, turning to the dream section and writing everything down furiously, starting with the memories that had returned to him at the climax that were already starting to fade, as though that thick haze were coming back to plague him.

In Mordhaus, Lucy woke up in a sweat with a start. Dick woke up at her yelp and looked at her, concerned. “You have another nightmare, kitten?”

She looked over at him, trying to figure out how to explain being a snake woman blowing the mysterious energy that kept appearing in her dreams and nightmares. “Eh, 50/50.”

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The Wicker Man Chapter 18: I Will Be Here

(Clickable text above or copy and paste this link to read: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35746018/chapters/128902396)

The post-trial after party gets a bit wild. Now that Lucy is officially free, Pickles and Dick feel a bit freer about expressing their feelings to her.

Includes NSFW content with Dick Knubbler x Lucy

Reposting this picture that I drew way back when to accompany this chapter now that it is finally done and up.

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Chapter 17: The Trial

Pickles and Lucy spend some time together before Lucy's trial, and then the trial finally takes place. Will Lucy win? (Of course she will.)

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Center: A child is having a tantrum on the floor. Kicking and screaming and, dangerously, smashing tester bottles around them. There's glass and perfume everywhere. Does your OC feel inclined enough to protect the child from themselves? Would they find the parent? They'd have to step over the child in order to leave. They might step on them by accident.

The scents of the perfume department were overwhelming Lucy. She was never a fan of the cloying floral scents or soft musk that seemed to be the norm in most perfumes, and right now it was overwhelming her senses. All she had come in this store for was a new jacket to modify with all of the patches she had been collecting over the years but didn't have room for on her main jacket.

She took the center aisle, since there didn't seem to be anyone forcing the godawful samples on people in the middle aisle, and then she saw a little girl, sitting on the floor having an absolute fit. Internally, she sighed. It's not like she could just step over the kid, she could end up hurting her.

Even though she didn't want her own kids, she wasn't heartless. Lucy walked up to small screaming child, wondering where her parents were and why none of the perfume counter employees were doing anything. She crouched down next to the girl and said, "Hey kiddo, what's going on?"

The child looked at her, and then was so distracted by her wild hair that it seemed to keep her from crying. "I... I can't find my mom." She sniffled, "Everything smells bad and I just want my mom!" She looked like she was going to cry again.

Lucy said, "Hold on, hold on, it's ok. Come on, we'll go find your mom. I hate the way it smells over here too." She stood up and held her hand out to the girl. The girl took her hand and they walked quickly out of the perfume department. “What’s your name sweetie?”

“Stacey,” she said.

“Well Stacey, I’m Lucy.”

Stacey looked up at her again, and said, “Are you a fairy?” She looked at the child confused, and she said, “I’ve never seen someone with rainbow hair before.”

Lucy smirked, finding that surprising considering how many fans she had seen in the audience of theirs with rainbow hair. “Can you keep a secret?”

She nodded her head, “I’m actually a witch. I do a spell every month to turn my hair rainbow.”

Her eyes lit up, “Really?”

Lucy nodded, “You have to keep it a secret though.”

“Ok!” Stacey was smiling as they reached the customer service area. Her mom came back quickly after the announcement was made.

When her mom showed up, she seemed grateful, but still looked at Lucy funny for how she was dressed. Lucy held back an eyeroll. She said goodbye to Stacey, and then on the way out she heard, “Mom, when I grow up, I wanna be like the pretty rainbow lady!”

She chuckled to herself as she made her way back to the exit, this time making it through the center aisle and outside to where the rest of the guys were waiting for her.

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5, 14, 18 for lucy :>

Thank you <3

5. Is there any significance behind their hair color?

Honestly, I just think rainbow hair looks so badass, I'm a fan of rainbows, and it seemed like something that could work as a detail in that universe without really being out of place. Metal chicks can totally rock rainbow hair and have it make sense. I also wanted a cute bonding scene for her and Pickles for when he dyes her hair the first time (which I actually took inspiration from thatwritingho's Memento Mori which has a scene of Olive getting her hair dyed).

14. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

I did answer this one, but I'll link it here. :)

18. What is the most recent thing you've discovered about your OC?

The most recent new attributes for her have been related to her role in the prophecy. As The Sacred Flame, she is the feminine Divine that flows with the masculine Divine that the boys have to create that pentagram. Basically the flow between the points.

The new part is that as The Sacred Flame, she has the ability to illuminate the shadows for those who are willing to see the light. Some people will even help to stoke the fire within her soul and help her burn brighter. But it's double edged, as there will be people (like her former abuser, but some unexpected others) who will be uncomfortable with the brightness of the light, and could try to dim it.

I realize how cryptic and prophecy like that sounds, lol.

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4 and 14

Eee, thank you for the asks. <3 This is obviously about my OC Lucy. 4. In developing their backstory, what elements of the world they live in played the most influential parts?

So, there was the aspect that there's a certain level of mysticism in Metalocalypse, not overtly so, but there's trolls and unicorns and literal Eldritch gods. That was something that let me play with the idea of an OC that committed a murder that was a ritual sacrifice.

Another aspect was when I created her in 2021, there was really no indicator of any type of feminine balance within Dethklok. And even still with Pickles and Toki being called more of a feminine aspect of the Dethklok "family" it still works for Lucy so I've kept it. In Pagan practices, there is the Divine Masculine that is the power and the force, and the Divine Feminine is the flow. Lucy was designed as The Sacred Flame, the flame that flows between the masculine points of the energy that they form. (The Sacred Flame role has since developed a bit, but that was and is an important element of it).

Her knowing Pickles and being close to him during childhood was also pretty critical, so she basically moved from childhood.

I think this answers the question, but I feel like I could ramble, lol.

14. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

I guess when working with her personally, idk about for other people who might want to engage but for me:

-1. She's got C-PTSD and certain symptoms related to that, but she maintains her hopeless romantic side while also being skittish about new relationships when they are at a deeper level from the get go. (Lucy is non-monogamous for those that might see this and don't know that.) So basically emotions = complicated.

-2. A lot of what she does hobbies wise, life wise, etc, is on a death/rebirth sort of cycle because of her role as The Sacred Flame.

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I finally got my giant ass Word Document with all of my Wicker Man scenes that I've been writing in a solid order and divided them into estimated chapters (I'm sure it will change with time.) Right now it's over 70 chapters. 👀

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2 and 17, please! (Gointothevvater 🖤)

Thank yoooou. <3

2. Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind?

Mainly, she was meant to be an emotional support for Pickles and give him something when he was younger since his childhood was such garbage, and a main squeeze for Dick Knubbler, and the polyklok idea was there and inspired by thatwritingho's Memento Mori. Everything else has sort of evolved from that point, but those were the two characters who really came to mind when creating her initially, plus the non-monogamous reverse harem aspect of her.

17. Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story?

What's funny is honestly I am so glad that I took a long hiatus because certain things that I had for her I was able to change before it was too late, and I can use magick to fix the things I regret later (I have a couple Aces up my sleeve that I can't currently spoil, but yeah, fixable.) If I had kept writing it, honestly would have been screwed. Wouldn't have been able to write in Orlaag in the way that feels so obscenely natural that it's absurd, wouldn't be able to work out the character death fix-its I have planned (not really a spoiler as I added the tag to the story, lol) as well as I have, it'd be a hot mess, lmao.

I will say I love her rainbow hair. I adore it. She is my rainbow baby. It is an absolute nightmare to draw. XD