#varg x pelle

[lords-of-mayhem]

Varg x Pelle Playlist

We'll Never Have Sex

Depollute me, pretty baby. Suck the rot right out of my bloodstream. Oh, dilute me, gentle angel. Water down what I call being grateful.

Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me, not to take me home. It was simple, it was sweetness. It was good to know.

You look perfect, you look different. I don't wonder about your indifference. If I said you could never touch me, you'd come over and say I looked lovely.

Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me, not to make me cry. It was simple, you are are sweetness. Let's just sit a while.

Depollute me, gentle angel. And I'll feel the sickness less and less. Come and kiss me, pretty baby, like we'll never have sex.

Would That I

True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree, a willow dancing on air before covering me under cotton and calicoes over canopy dapple long ago.

True that love in withdrawal was the weeping of me, that the sound of the saw must be known by the tree. I fretted fire, but that was long ago.

With the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet like the ashes of ask I saw rise in the heat. Settle soft and as pure as snow, I fell in love with the fire long ago.

So in awe, there I stood as you licked off the grain. Though I've handled the wood, I still worship the flame. Long as amber of ember glows, all the "would that I'd loved" is long ago.

Suck It And See

Your love is like a studded leather headlock, your kiss it could put creases in the rain.

You're rarer than a can of dandelion and burdock, and those other girls are just post-mix lemonade.

Jigsaw woman with horror movie shoes, be cruel to me 'cause I'm a fool for you.

That's not a skirt, that's a sawn off shotgun and I can only hope you've got it aimed at me.

You have got that face that just says, "baby, I was made to break your heart."

Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet

Head like a steel trap. Wish I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I don't just want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness.

I will never end up like him. Behind my back, I already am. Keep a calendar, this way, you'll always know the last time you came through.

Oh, darling, I know what you're going through.

Tempest in a teacup, get unique. Peroxide princess shine like shark teeth. It's a sign, what if you peaked early?

Cotard's Solution

And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares? I'll stay awake tonight.

Cry my name, remind my brain of my identity. Rolling my third eye into the back of my head and squinting through the black

It's times like this that make me wish that I wished that I were dead, I don't wish I were dead. But somebody's got to go.

I wanna make my murder look like a suicide, but they'll all know that the body's mine.

Carving my initials in the back of my hand, in case of losing track. I forgot, remember to forgive.

It's times like this that make me wish that I wished that I could live, I don't wish I could live. But somebody's got to stay.

Oh Ana

I'll be God, I'll be God, I'll be God today. Hold my head under the bath and breathe away, slit my wrists and watch that blood evaporate.

Ante up and play that God a poker game, walk away with all our little God's spare change.

I'll be with you still, you are the angel that I couldn't kill.

I'll fake God, I'll fake God, I'll fake God today. Hop up on a cloud and watch the world decay.

Person In The Mirror

The person in the mirror lookin' like they wanna fuck me. I ain't thinking straight. No, wait. Yeah, I must be. All of y'all be rusty, but I know what I'm doing.

So, I think that I can trust me, trust me.

I wanna feel handsome, I wanna feel pretty. If you want me to dance, you can take me to the city. I like taking chances and I like taking pities.

If that's too much for you, I'll find another one to mingle, mingle. You fuck like you're single, I feel like a monster. I'll put on a show.

[princess-lvcifer]

Euro's mobile phone:

[rhaenyrathecruell]

Me 🤝 posting mayhem memes

[child0feden]

BABY NAMES, PART I

- okay, wether you guys want it or not, here are the names with their meanings found on websites and what i imagine some of the babies to look like! but i will never name them in the works so if you do not like these names, you can replace them for whatever you want, i would actually love to hear the names you guys think they would like or your thoughts on these that i chose! i know i am not all that great with names at all but i tried to pick nice ones and ones i think actually fit the father… i think this is honestly a little too long and in depth like oh my god, i do not know where this came from, i was not feeling all that inspired tonight then boom… so enjoy this lol…

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ PELLE “ DEAD ” OHLIN

dad! pelle has a daughter named calliope ohlin and a son named casper ohlin��

- calliope means “ beautiful voice ” from greek κάλλος meaning “ beauty ” and ὄψ meaning “ voice ” in greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine muses!

calliope looks exactly like you! she has your hair, your eyes and just so many of your features, she looks like your twin! the only thing she inherited from pelle was his bone structure and that only really starts to show when she enters her teenage years! pelle absolutely loves this though, he thinks it was one of the major reasons he was able to open his heart to her so quickly after she was born, because she just looked so much like you… she was so undeniably your daughter, your child… whenever he looked at her soft face, looked into her gentle eyes, all he saw was a mini version of you, someone he knew he just wanted to shower in love and support, someone he knew he needed to protect…

casper is the opposite and looks exactly like pelle! he has his bright blue eyes, his blonde hair that only shines brighter in summer, his bony nose and a similarly indented chin! this is why in a similar opposite fashion, pelle felt it was harder to immediately bond with his son after the birth, he felt it was harder to open his heart to him because of how much of himself he saw in his son… how much she saw his younger self, how much he felt like he was looking into a mirror of the past! pelle was just so afraid of tarnishing your son, of somehow corrupting him and his happiness by simply being around him… because all he saw was his younger self, all he saw was the child so long ago that would soon run into so much cruelty and sadness in life! but of course, with a lot of support and reassurance from you that he would never hurt your son, that your son would only ever see him as his father, he was quick to open his heart to him too, just as he did for calliope…

as a father, pelle is beyond subtly proud of the name calliope for his daughter! he thinks it just fits her so well! he thinks she has such a creative soul, even when she was so young with her little messy finger paintings and scribbled crayon drawings, he immediately knew he had a strong creative and inspired soul… so much like him, as you say to him which always makes him blush and feel even more shy pride! and calliope is absolutely his muse, she became his muse right alongside you the second she was growing in your womb… he adored drawing you when you were holding her in your stomach and now, he loves to draw her as he sees her! every time he looks at her, he feels a rush of inspiration and a want to craft! both you and her are his muses, eventually his son too!

BÅRD “ FAUST ” EITHUN ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

dad! bård has a daughter named selene eithun…

- selene means “ moon ” in greek! this was the name of a greek goddess of the moon, a titan! she was sometimes identified with the goddess artemis!

selene looks almost exactly like bård but she does have a fair few of your features too! but when you look at her, you mainly see bård… she has his brown hair, his big brown doe eyes and his pronounced, naturally slightly pouted lips! she certainly got his height too! despite being a pretty short and petite child, she hit a major growth spurt in her teenage years and is just a little taller than the average girl! but when she was a newborn and toddler, she was definitely one of those chunky little babies! she had the chubbiest little apple red cheeks and pudgy arms, bård thought she was absolutely adorable and always claimed she just had to be the cutest baby in the world, she was too perfect to him! he loved peppering so many kisses to her chunky arms and chubby cheeks when she was a baby, he bathed in the glory that came with hearing her high pitched giggles and squeals as he did it, he could not get enough of seeing a gummy smile with just a few tiny teeth showing through stretching across her rosy red cheeks! it just manages to wash away so many of his insecurities, his fears that maybe he is not a great father…

when selene was a newborn, bård was very aware of the meaning of her name and got her a little astrology mobile to go in her crib instead of the usual sheep or animal one! not to mention how many glow in the dark stars and moons he stuck up on the ceiling of your shared bedroom in your apartment when her crib was in your room… bård thinks the name fits her so well, she is his treasure, his moon! when she is old enough to not choke on things, he buys both you and your daughter a matching necklace, both silver chains holding one half of a shiny moon! to be honest, a lot of his gifts to her in life, from the moment she was born, revolve around astrology and especially the moon! he is absolutely the type of father to fully support her childhood dream of wanting to become an astronaut!

older! bård definitely gets a moon tattooed somewhere in his arm sleeve tattoo, likely when she is in her teenage years! it is a beautiful tattoo dedicated just to his moon… he likely has a star tattooed somewhere on his body too but from when he was younger, it was one of his first few tattoos and it was dedicated you, his special star, the love of his life and mother of his child!

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ ØYSTEIN “ EURONYMOUS ” AARSETH

dad! øystein has identical twin girls named alva aarseth and audra aarseth…

- alva is the feminine form of alf! derived from old norse alfr meaning “ elf ” in norse legend this was the name of king, the suitor of a reluctant maiden named alfhild! she avoided marrying him by disguising herself as a warrior, but when they fought she was so impressed by his strength that she changed her mind!

✩ audra means “ storm ” in lithuanian!

both alva and audra just look like complete doubles of øystein, they look like factory made female replicas of him! sometimes you spend minutes studying their faces, trying to find any traces of your own genes in their appearance but you find very few… they have his natural blonde hair, his small button nose, his soft face and so on… they just mirror all of his physical features! and it only got more and more noticeable as they got older, especially in their teenage years when both decided they wanted to dye their hair black after looking at old pictures of their father! øystein went through a crisis in the early months of their lives, he liked to dress them identically because he thought it was funny to see double of his baby but the humour would quickly turn into panic when he realised he could not decipher who was who… that’s why the both of you spend time stitching their names into clothes whenever they get new dresses or onesies! he does get much better at knowing who is who within a couple of months, he just found little ways to differentiate them! and that is when he finds it funny to dress them in the same outfits once again, seeing them in the exact same outfit, with the exact same ribbons in their hair just makes him laugh so much! øystein is also incredibly smug about how much they look like him, he is just so smug and proud…

whenever a storm rolls around, with rain hitting against the glass windows of your shared apartment, øystein likes to hold audra on his hip and stand in front of one of the windows, looking down at her as shadows of water droplets reflect inside through the window and against her curious face, watching with a small smile as her wide eyes follow the raindrops and her little hands grasp his sweater tightly… audra lives up to her name in two ways! one way being that she loves storms, she was never scared and afraid of rainstorms or thunderstorms! she always just wanted to sit at the window with her father whilst you built a pillow fort with alva! the second way being that she was an absolute storm of a child… she was hyper and rowdy, every time after playing, the apartment would look like a tornado had run through it!

VEGARD “ IHSAHN ” TVEITAN ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

dad! vegard has a daughter named violet tveitan…

- violet is derived from the english word violet for the purple flower, ultimately derived from latin viola! it was common in scotland from the 16th century, and it came into general use as an english given name during the 19th century!

violet is a very balanced mix between both you and vegard! she has your eyes but his frizzy and curly black hair, she has your nose but his mouth and an abundance of other little features… both you and vegard see the others features so strongly in her! he thinks she looks like your twin and you think she looks like his! the only thing the two of you can absolutely agree on is that your genes never stood a chance when it came to his hair! literally the second you told him you were pregnant, he knew that baby was going to have his hair, he just knew it! because the hair type is pretty particular and specific when it comes to care and washing, vegard likes to be the one to help her with it! he is more than happy to help you learn how to deal with her hair better too, obviously, but nothing makes him happier than sitting her on his knee and tying her frizzy black hair into little pigtails with little purple ribbons…

i feel like the name violet would come after a lot of thought with vegard, he was thinking about names every day right after you told him you were pregnant! but the two of you could just never decide on a name, nothing rolled off the tongue right before violet popped into his head when he saw you, late in your pregnancy with a very sizeable bump, wearing a deep violet maternity dress… he just thought the colour was beautiful on you, hugging your bump that cradled his baby… once the name was decided, ihsahn was determined to paint her already prepared wooden crib a light violet purple before you gave birth! not to mention how many little violet bows and outfits he buys for her with what little money he has… i feel like he would even switch his usual guitar picks to glittery violet purple picks just for her, to honour his little girl during emperor shows in the most subtle yet thoughtful way!

a slight bonus one here because i have not made his dad! headcanons yet but i wanted to include him <3

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ VARG “ COUNT GRISHNACKH ” VIKERNES

dad! varg has twins with the daughter being named vígdís vikernes and the son being named vidar vikernes…

- vígdís is derived from the old norse elements víg “ war ” and dís “ goddess ”

✩ vidar derived from old norse víðarr, which was possibly derived from víðr “ wide ” and herr “ army, warrior ” in norse mythology víðarr was the son of odin and grid! at the time of the end of the world, ragnarök, it is said he will avenge his father's death by slaying the wolf fenrir

whilst vígdís and vidar are twins, they are not identical twins! they actually look pretty different from each other… surprisingly, vígdís looks more like her father whilst vidar looks look you! it turns into a kind of daddy’s girl and mama’s boy situation too… at first, varg was not a super overly loving and father towards his little girl, it took him some time to fully open his heart to a daughter, took him a little while to allow her to practice braiding his long blonde hair with colourful ribbons! but he so obviously loves her, so obviously loves both her and his son! he softens a whole lot and almost entirely drops the front he was putting up of being a headstrong and ignorant guy! when he sees how happy it makes her to be able to play with his long hair and feels his hands braiding her hair, it is worth it… it is beyond worth it for him! with vidar, i think varg would really want him to toughen up and be a manly man, even as a child but that is extremely quick to drop too! especially when you tell him it is just… really not okay, that it will only upset his son and feel like he can never be good enough! he drops all of his bullshit after a good talking to from you because deep down all he wants if for you and his children to be happy…

no one in this world can convince me that varg would not want to name his twins some really norse names, some really strong and kind of uncommon names! he spent months during your pregnancy reading through mythology and history books, looking for meaningful names, unique names… he wants names that highlight their norse blood! even if you, their mother, yourself are not… i have no doubt in my mind that he would have at least two songs inspired by their names, made for them! the first majorly soft thing varg did towards your son was buy him a little wolf plushie from a store! it’s kind of ironic considering the mythology lore behind vidar and fenrir but it was cute nonetheless and the first bit of major affection he showed towards him when he was still a baby!

[kaijukomrade]

If anyone is interested in a Lords of Chaos rp DM me or LMS. I’m mostly interested in writing as Faust or Pelle but I’m always open for ideas. ( Also I don’t want to hear your opinions about RPF or anything of the sort so don’t waist your time)

MUST BE 18+!!!

[fuhlensworld]

୨⎯ Red waves ⎯୧

Pelle ohlin x Reader

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Tw:period oral,AFAB! Reader,cursing,hair pulling,pet names, reader being in pain from cramps,oral fem receiving,slight fluff,slight cnc, Dom!pelle

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Laying in bed,you wiped little tears off your face, your cramps had been so painful and your boyfriend Pelle had been gone all day with the band working on their new song. You were curled up in your favorite fuzzy blanket, the stuffed animal Pelle had bought you in hand,when you heard the door open and your boyfriend call out to you.

“Sweetheart I’m home dude varg was getting on my last fucking nerve tod- baby? Oh baby are you okay?” He says as he walks into the room and sees you a crying mess in your shared bed.

“Y yeah m’just having really bad cramps”

You say as you sniffle and look at him with glossy eyes.

“Aww my poor baby” he says as he pulls you in for a hug,

“You know what would make you feel better” he says with a smirk on his face

You assumed he meant a nice movie and a cuddle sesh but oh we’re you wrong.

“What?” You say as you move to get in a more comfortable position

“If I gave you some head” he says as he rubs your tummy

“Pelle no! Thats nasty im not gonna let you give me h head when I’m on my period!” You said to him, even though some head sounded good right now you never had it when you were on your period so you were unsure.

“Oh baby but I wasn’t asking you” he cooed as he pulled the blanket off of your body and got on top of you and started to plant sweet but firm kisses along your jawline moving down to your neck.

“Fuck Pelle please let’s just do something else” you pleaded with him, it’s not that you didn’t want him to eat you out, you were just embarrassed,what if he was grossed out?

“Shhh baby let me make you feel good you’ll like it I promise,also you don’t really have a choice now do you?” He let out a light chuckle before pulling your pants and panties down,you hid your face in embarrassment but he didn’t care he started kisses your thighs and finally moved his face right at your pussy, he let out a groan as he kicked a stripe from your entrance all the way to your swollen clit.

“F-fuck Pelle please oh my god”

You moaned out forgetting about ever feeling embarrassed in the first place, “that’s right baby just relax, god you taste so damn good” he said diving right back into you, after he spent some time licking your entrance he focused on your aching clit,sucking and giving it little kitten licks.

After some time you felt that knot of pleasure in your tummy coming undone and you grabbed onto his hair and grinder your hips against his face, desperate for more

“Fuck Pelle im gonna cum please please” you moaned out as he gripped into your hips tighter,that’s definitely gonna leave a bruise. Finally the cord snapped and you screamed Pelle’s name as he gave your pussy tiny kitten licks to help you come down from your high.

“You did so good baby” he says as he comes up to kiss you, you didn’t care that he had your blood all over his face, you just wanted to taste him.

You made out with him heavily as he gripped your hair trying to pull you in closer.

“I love you baby” he said as he peppered kisses all over your face

“I love you too now let’s clean this blood off” you said with a light chuckle.

The rest of the night was filled with cuddles and kisses from Pelle!

An:AHH THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT SORRY THIS KNE TOOK SO LONG IVE BEEN BUSY, FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ANYTHING!!!

[plusvanity]

Some silly little HCS for my fics:

NPD x NPD

-you might think this is the worst combo imaginable and you're damn right, except that they actually make it work because Abbath is overt while Varg is (for the most of the time) covert

-they're practicing mirroring and enabling one another to do stupid and impulsive shit, so they only get worse

-cocky bastards, inflated sense of self, grandiosity and all that jazz that basically hides raging insecurities. One wants to live it up like Lemmy Kilmister while the other is dreaming of being a dictator

-the empty schizoid core dilemma: Abbath is a fucking alcoholic because he cannot stand his own emptiness on a sober and lucid mind. Varg is arguably better because he wants to remain sober and as sharp as possible because he knows that when he drinks a little whisky he's the bottom of Abbath's jokes

-the Dead Mother concept

-Varg inevitably becomes overt because his false ego grows like a tumor on Abbath and it makes things harder for both of them

-narcissistic rage and pity parties

-they never actually give one another narcissistic supply because Varg is too fucking proud to admit he likes taking it up the ass while Abbath doesn't know how to talk with mean girls (especially those who piss while standing, have scars on their faces and like setting shit on fire)

-pyromaniacs, thought it was worth mentioning

-friends with benefits is just an excuse for being deprived together

-Abbath actually makes the fatal mistake to fall in love with Varg and he's massively disappointed when he sees Varg growing a beard instead of tits but he's sad and lonely anyway so he'll take whatever he gets. He's no high maintenance

-Varg is an asshole and breaks Abbath's heart as if it wasn't enough that Abbath breaks his liver every night in Apollon

-neither one is optimistic about the future and that's for a good reason

NPD x ASP

-you would assume that this isn't healthy because Varg can do the automatic bitch move of 'swallowing' Pelle's personality whole but he doesn't. He behaves exemplarily because he's desperate to find someone to love him despite being a sore loser

-the shared fantasy: they both live like elves in Tolkien's little fairytale (although Pelle lives like a strigoi in Transylvania) because real life just sucks and because they're both so deeply misunderstood

-both are very bad at communication, especially Pelle, but Varg is naturally quite observant and tries to find out what's bothering his lover. When Varg is silent, it is mostly because he's either entirely collapsed (narcissistic collapse) or his ego is injured. Pelle usually gives him space, but if Varg doesn't get better in a few days, he'll eventually try to talk with him, which is very tricky because Pelle doesn't speak Norwegian

-nerdy sleepovers braiding their hair together and watching Pelle Svanslös (the 1981 version)

-both are big introverts, but the difference between them is that Pelle is asocial while Varg is prosocial (he still needs narcissistic supply even if he prefers solitude instead of human interaction. It's quite complex and disappointing)

-they both read one another like open books because they have seen everything the other can offer (the good, the ugly and that weird thing in between)

-Pelle's emptiness and ego-death is different from Varg's narcissistic emptiness, but they find comfort in one another no matter what. The most powerful thing that Pelle told Varg was 'if you don't have any sense of self and you are just a mirror that can reflect anything, why not try to reflect me instead of the anger of your parents?' because in this way, Pelle gave Varg a chance to be a better, less hateful and less vindictive version of himself. Of course Varg is still struggling and probably always will

-they desperately need love and they're emotionally depended on one another. Once Pelle cracked Varg's defense mechanisms and vice-versa there was no turning back, they had to be the other's salvation

- trust issues rule over them. Very careful with people around them, they're both paranoid and highly protective with each other

-Varg doesn't look for narcissistic supply in Pelle because he doesn't want to take all of Pelle's energy. It's a boundary that he has for himself in order not to ruin their relationship, so he uses fanboys like Fenriz to tell him how great he is and all this nonsense

-they do love each other deeply. Even if they never experienced true love before, they know that their feelings are true and it's the only thing that makes life bearable

NPD x ASPD

-this is where all the scary shit begins

-every failed psychopath is a narcissist (this should tell you a lot about narcissistic rage because they can't be anything but angry losers)

-partners in crime (or rather Varg is Faust's little chewing toy)

-what happens when you take the ego and the super-ego of an individual? You're right. All you're left with is great, kinky sex. (Freud would've laughed. It's a good joke, actually)

-Faust can and will make Varg worse. It's a matter of time until he breaks Varg's core

-church burnings, vandalism, robbery, murder, gay sex, cannibalism and whatever else you would expect from two mentally deranged, ego-dystonic young and highly hormonal bastards

-Faust's chronic and incurable boredom is just what makes him get an interest in Vikernes in the first place. What they have is not a relationship to him, but an opportunity to have fun

-manipulation, gaslighting, abuse, etc. It's basically a Killing Stalking situation but Varg isn't going down without a fight or a good fuck

-drunk non-consensual coitus

-one of the dirtiest moves Faust does on Varg is shaving his head of after a nasty fight, so he strips him of all of his integrity and dignity to show him who's the boss (for a bit of context: it's Varg's fault that he tried to run off with their stolen money)

-they do a lot of crazy shit but get rid of the evidence. They firmly believe the police are dumb enough not to get them

-the empty schizoid core x2 again, although one of them is even worse

-Faust is able to get Vikernes through the full cycle of narcissistic emotional outbursts from total collapse to needy borderline to secondary sociopathy while Varg is only able to get Faust pissed

-buried past, non existent future, just live in the moment. Carpe diem, brothers ✌✌✌

-the lone wolf and the hungry tiger archetypes. The consumption is visceral and that's all I have to say

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 31

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27 @shroomje

Oystein had gone through some of the old material him and Dead had worked on prior to his death. Just playing it on the guitar made him feel a deeper connection to the place he used to be with his music. He started writing different things down on a piece of paper when he noticed the picture of them with their corpse paint on sitting in the bottom of a box. He picked it up and heard the sounds of the paint rolling around in the box and started applying his corpse paint.

He remember the first day that Pelle had sat him down and explained what the paint was for. The feeling he wanted to give people with their music. He missed the feeling of just playing music with his friend. He missed shocking people with how crazy they could be. Now things felt so tangled in bullshit that he couldn't enjoy it anymore. He stared at the photo and started doing the corpse paint out of routine. It never looked as sharp or clean when he did it.

When he finished he got lost in his head thinking about all the things he wished he could go back and fix, getting Pelle some real help being one of those things. Never interacting with Varg being another. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the front door open.

"Oystein? Are you home? I have groceries." Y/n called out as she slid things across the floor with her foot while holding bags in her arms. He didn't know what to do. He started to panic knowing he couldn't take the paint off that quickly and if Y/n saw him she would probably be confused as hell.

"Baby?" She called out again and he sighed knowing he didn't have any other options. He opened the bathroom door and came out to see her standing there out of breath from carrying things. He doesn't say anything and she doesn't need him to.

"Hey... come here." She walks over and takes his hands to lead him to the bed. He sits down silently next to her and she tucks his hair behind his ear. She knew how hard things had been for him recently and just looking at his eyes, she knew he was wrecked.

"I know you don't like when I put this on." Oystein said looking at his hands and Y/n shook her head.

"Hey, I never said that. I love your corpse paint." Y/n pressed.

"But you don't love me as Euronymous. That part of me is a bad person-" Y/n gripped his face and shut him up with a kiss. She didn't care that it was smudge his paint or that it would get on her face. He needed to know that she loved him right now. She got up from the bed and straddled his lap, feeling his hands run under her shirt to touch her skin. She pulled at the strings of the cape and started pulling at his clothes. When he was sitting on his bed completely naked with Y/n on top of him, he pulled away. He looked at her, his corpse paint smeared all over her face from making out.

"You don't have to do this." He wanted her to know that he understood why she didn't like the person he was when he was wearing this paint. She pulled her shirt over her head, still in his lap, breasts now exposed in his face.

"I know I don't but right now, I need you to know that I love every part of you. The man I love is right here." She put her hand on his heart.

"I love you Oystein. I also love the artist in you that goes by Euronymous and if I have to fuck his brains out for him to know that, I will do it." Y/n said making him groan. He lifted her up from his lap and yanked her shorts off with her panties pushing her back on the bed and yanking her hips towards him. When he pushed his cock into her, she let out a moan and buried her face into the mattress. He pounded into her from behind, the sound of skin slapping against each other as he fucked her roughly made his stomach burn with lust.

"Oh fuck! Euro." He heard her moan his name and he reached down to yank on her hair pulling her against his chest.

"I want to hear you scream my name when I fuck you." He bit hard onto her shoulder and she cried out.

"FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME UNTIL i CAN'T STAND EURONYMOUS!" Y/n's pleas were answered as she wrapped her arm around the back of his neck, one of his hands on her clit, the other across her chest to pinch her nipple as he fucked into her. They had never fucked like this before. It was different but it felt amazing.

He could feel himself about to cum and shoved her back onto the bed. She flipped over and watched him stroke himself roughly but when she crawled towards him, he yanked her by her hair to throat his cock. She took him all the way in, gagging and spitting all over his thighs as he fucked into her throat, cumming hard and loud feeling her swallowing every bit of his cum.

He twitched in her mouth for a few moments before she pulled off of him and pulled him to lay on the bed next to her. She lit a cigarette and handed it to him as they cuddled into one another. He looked at her face and rubbed at some of the paint and spit.

"Doesn't look so bad on you." Oystein grabbed a tissue and she took it from him with a smirk.

"I think Pelle would probably disagree." She joked using her spit to try and wipe some of his paint away. Oystein laughed thinking about what he would say if he knew they were fucking in the corpse paint.

"He would probably make a joke about us being necrophiliacs." Oystein shook his head hearing Y/n laugh.

"Maybe for your birthday I'll suck you off in full corpse paint." She teased.

"Mmm I like the sound of that." He smirked as he ran his fingers over the smears of paint along her breast. He could see small bruises forming on her hip and his teeth mark on her shoulder.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked rubbing her bruised hip.

"It was a good pain. I liked it." She blushed resting her hand ontop of his. She leaned across the pillows and kept working to rid his face of the smeared paint as he sighed.

"You look exhausted baby." She comments making him snort a laugh.

"Well fucking kind of takes it out of me." He jokes but she shakes her head.

"I know it does but your eyes look tired. You look rundown like you aren't sleeping well." She tossed the used tissue and started on a fresh one.

"I haven't been sleeping well on the nights you aren't here. The nightmares get worse and when I wake up and you aren't here, I just sort of panic. I usually just stay up and start writing." He explained taking another drag from his cigarette. She frowned at him and stopped wiping his face.

"You can always call the house Oystein. You know that." She reminds.

"I know I just...need to figure out how to deal with this shit." Oystein looked over at him.

"But you're going to stay tonight right?" He asked trying not to sound desperate.

"Did you want me to stay?" She asked stroking his hair.

"I always want you to stay." He drew circles on her thigh and she leaned down to kiss him sweetly.

"Then I will stay." She rested her chin on his chest and he let out a breath and smiled at her. He moved so that he was hovering above her and she was able to lay on her back. He was already semi-hard again and ran his fingertips up and down her thigh. She gave him a sleepy smile as she lifted her hand to his cheek and rubbed her thumb over the skin.

Oystein gripped his cock and ran it over her clit a few times making her jump at the sensation. She chewed on her lip as he teased her before gently sliding into her wet folds again.

"You're ready for another round?" She questioned but he shook his head no.

"We just fucked...I want to make love to you now, is that okay?" He asked pulling out slowly but she reached down to stroke him.

"Yes baby that's fine." She pulled him back inside of her and he moved his hips slowly, kissing her neck and peppering light ones over the teeth print on her shoulder. Her soft moans reminded him to keep the pace slow and thrusts shallow. He loved that he could have both with Y/n. He could have wild fucks and soft lovemaking and still feel her love. She gripped his bicep and he stared down at her watching her face as she tightened around his cock.

"I love you Oystein. I love you so much baby." She whined throwing her head back into the pillow. He leaned down and suckled her neck as he finally cum inside of her for the second time that night. She wrapped her arms around him and let him rest his weight atop her body, going soft inside of her and falling asleep soon after.

Nightmares couldn't reach him that night. He was far too blissfully exhausted to be haunted.

[vidavbooks]

The Dark Circle - Euronymous x Reader

Warning: This is based solely off of Rory Culkins version of him. Mentions of self harm and death.

Story Masterlist

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It was 9:30 PM and here I was, worrying over how I look for some guy. This day last year I swore off men and fell into a deep depression. Celia knocks on my door and tells me the cabs here. “It’s so early though?” “You promised to bring drinks!”

I curse to myself as I quickly grab my bag and money to stop by the store on our way there. I tell our cab driver to stop next to the store and I run in quickly and grab 3 cases of whatever alcohol seemed dark and what could get me drunk.

I payed and walked out of there running back to the car. “Astrid what did you even get?” “I don’t know Celia! I don’t go to parties and you know that can we just go now.” She chuckled at my frustration and the car started moving.

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On our way there we picked up all of Celia’s friends and we all got out of the car once we arrived. I got out but had to take a breath before going in. “Astrid? You good?” Celia spoke up to say. “No..Ceils I haven’t seen this guy in months! I made out with him and kinda went ghost.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Here just put on some lipgloss and get in there! I want to see boys too.” I nodded and took a breath and following behind Celia trying to act cool. I walk in holding the drinks and I follow the other girls downstairs into what looked like a cave.

I made eye contact with some man with brown long hair and he motioned over to some table to put the alcohol on. He came up to me and I couldn’t spot Euronymous. “Well hi pretty lady, my names Varg.” I gave him a quick smile.

“Um hi, have you seen Euronymous?” He rolled his eyes at me. “God who even cares about him right now.” I smiled again but more awkwardly as a tension grew when more and more people came to the table to grab drinks. “Well he invited me so-”

I hear the steps behind me and I turn around and am greeted with the only other face I knew that wasn’t Celia. It was him and god did he look 10x better than I remembered. I turned away from Varg and walked to him. “Hey, long time no see.”

I nodded as I smiled at him gently. “Yeah no kidding..how have you been? A record store must be a lot…” He nods as I follow him to one of the many couches. “I’ve been alright, and it is a lot to work with but with my music label theres some cash flow to work with.” We sit on the couch somewhat distanced.

“You have a music label? That must be nice.” He smiled a bit and nodded as he held that eye contact. He always hold that eye contact, reminds me of what he said when we met. Look at me when you talk. “Yeah it’s working pretty well. That guy you spoke to, Varg, is one of the people who is signed. His work is pretty good.”

As the night went on more and more people went home, Celia left with some guy. All of her friends also left with other guys, I think I saw Varg leave with 4 girls. The only people left were me and Euronymous. One of his band members, Faust, lived in the record store with him but he went up to their beds already.

We kind of sat there in silence as the music played on the record player in the back. “I’m sorry about Pelle again…” He shook his head no as he took a sip of the vodka bottle then handed it to me. “It’s fine, we all saw it coming really.” I took a sip and kind of got closer to him and leaned my head on his shoulder.

“Yeah but it still hurts, for me I was stuck in a deep depression and I still kind of fall back into it. But yet I’m too much of a pussy to do anything.” I kind of chuckle to myself as he does to and nods. “Yeah no he would blatantly cut himself on stage and in-front of us. We kind of got used to it and blood just on the floor.”

My eyes kind of widened in shock. “That…that’s something. Well if you ever want to talk to someone you know I’m-” I was cut off by a hand to my face and him pulling my head up to kiss him. I set the bottle to the side and moved to sit on his lap. He continued to kiss me and grab my waist as I hold onto his face.

We continue like this for 30 seconds and then I pull away to catch my breath. I sort of chuckle as he smiles when our foreheads press together. “I was kind of pissed for Celia showing up here and talking about me but it did end well.” He nodded as he pecked my lips again.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

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Authors Note: HEYYY! guys so i’ve been linking so much stuff and making master lists and this story has its own masterlist so you guys can find everything you need! my requests are always open and i will write for so many more people from different shows and movies, love you all thank you for the support!

[thirtyratsinasuit]

Writing for the actual Øystein Aarseth is fuckin weird. Same with Pelle and Varg.

For starters, Pelle needed psychological help. Øystein used this as a gain for his band. Even though several people who knew Pelle personally and said he was never depressed, he just believed he was meant to be dead, doesn’t help Øystein’s case one bit. He was a sack of shit.

Varg is also a sack of shit. His TikToks are enough proof of that, (ashamed to be related to him but whatever.)

If I see one more fuckin “Varg x Øystein” one shot I’m going to lose my shit. It’s disgusting. As I mentioned before I am very distantly related to him, I don’t need to be seeing fics about my murderous family member and his victim floating around. Ugh I can’t believe I had to post this.

Edit;; I hate having to clarify lords of chaos isn’t really that weird to write about since it’s so far from the truth. Granted, I won’t write for LOC Varg, but I’ll gladly write for Eurory since this blog is mostly for Rory Culkin.

[lords-of-mayhem]

Masterlist Of Fics

A masterlist of all the fics I have done so far. Any explicit fics will be marked with a *

Go Forward Slowly (Dead x Euronymous)*

It wasn’t the first time Øystein had imagined Pelle after his death. He’d caught flashes of him everywhere off and on, mostly looking at placing Pelle used to frequent and sometimes still seeing him there. Out in the forest, it would be like nothing had changed. He’d imagine Pelle darting through the trees, chasing after God knew what, only catching glimpses of blonde hair through the greens and browns of the forest. 

Running Damage Control (Dead x Euronymous)*

Pelle glanced over his shoulder to look at Øystein, giggling at him and obediently tossing the knife into the fallen leaves on the forest floor. He kept running, though. The realization hit Øystein a moment later that Pelle was no longer running after something, he was running from Øystein. And he wanted him to chase.

Atone From The Same Prayer (Faust x Occultus)*

“You’ve got to be quieter,” Faust murmured, pressing closer to his back and sliding a hand over his mouth.

Jane Doe (Faust x Occultus)*

Long stretches of pale skin were exposed to him, but it wasn’t normal paleness. It was a sickly color, not like anything Varg had ever seen before. The body was completely bare, splayed out on the bed and not even a sheet covering his naked body.

The Rest Around My Heart (Necrobutcher x Hellhammer)*

Jørn’s warm hands held onto his waist, using it to pull him back into every thrust. He was grateful for that too. Jørn steadied him in a way he wouldn’t be otherwise, guiding his motions and letting him simply lay there. Jan considered that maybe he was just grateful for everything when he was drunk. 

You Treat Your Mouth As If It's Heaven's Gate (Varg x Faust)*

“How would you have done it?” Faust asked and it took a moment for Varg to realize he was serious. He genuinely wanted to know how Varg would have killed him that night, tone no longer playful in the same way it had been.

A Little Too Much, A Little Too Soon (Varg x Faust)*

Everyone else was so blissfully unaware of where they’d snuck off to and what they were doing. He wondered if their friends had even noticed they’d disappeared yet. 

Praying In Tongues, Let Your Blood Speak For Me (Dead x Occultus)*

He looked up at him with eyes blown wide, watching Pelle as though he was a God coming down from the Heavens. Blind worship in his face, waiting for whatever salvation Pelle could offer him. And Pelle would give him salvation, continuing to let his blood flow over him in small waves. Occultus kept his mouth open, tongue out and waiting, treating Pelle’s blood as though it was the blood of Christ himself and savoring every drop he was allowed.

A More Intimate Affair (Poly Mayhem And Co)*

Øystein figured this was just an inevitability. The choice to put a bunch of hormonal young men in the same space was bound to have consequences.

Baby, We're The New Romantics (Occultus x Faust)*

"It’s okay. I’ll be gentle,” Faust assured him.

Lamb To The Slaughter (Varg x Euronymous)*

The boy had no sense of survival, no cautiousness about him. He happily followed an older man, one he didn’t truly know very well, down into the darkened underside of his shop. They were alone together with no one expected to come by until the following day, yet Varg still acted as though nothing bad could happen to him. Another way he behaved like a child, having the naivety and blind trust of one. 

Please Don't Stop The Rain (Euronymous x Faust)

He was used to the rain by now and it even gave him comfort at times. This was one such time, it made things feel more comfortable. It was cold and wet outside, yet he was cuddled up in Faust’s bed where it was dry and warm.

In The Interim (Euronymous x Dead)*

“You fucked up the makeup,” Øystein teased, echoing Pelle’s earlier words back at him.

Burning Through The Galaxy (Euronymous x Dead)*

“Most people would give a warning,” He explained and Pelle tilted his head at him, almost as though the thought never even crossed his mind. Øystein would believe that. It was clear Pelle was confused, not picking up on the social etiquette associated with this sort of thing.

All Apologies (Euronymous x Varg)*

After the first drink, it had been extremely easy to hand another to Varg and watch as he drank that one too. Varg didn’t hesitate after that, drinking anything he was handed because it made him feel included. Øystein lost track of how many he’d had, but after a while, Varg was swaying on the couch.

Remember When The Boys Were All Electric? (Faust x Occultus)*

A collection of ficlets of Faust x Occultus, each chapter focusing on a different kink.

Socially Constructed Sabotage (Euronymous x Dead)*

“Do you need me to be gentle, Øystein?” Pelle asked in a tone that left Øystein wondering if it was a genuine offer. The blonde crawled onto the bed with him and slid between his thighs, ignoring the fact Øystein was still clothed. He placed himself there like he belonged, spreading his thighs to be the perfect space for him. He didn’t stop until he was pressed as close as he could manage, leaning over his body and trapping him down to the bed. “Does the idea of giving your virginity away frighten you? Do I need to be soft and sweet while I take it?” 

Mariners Apartment Complex (Varg x Euronymous x Faust)*

The white walls of the laundromat made the young men wearing all dark clothes stand out, immediately catching Øystein’s eyes. Although, perhaps the phrase “boys” was a more accurate descriptor. Both looked young, neither appeared older than teenagers. They sat close together, passing a cigarette back and forth between them. One glanced around almost obsessively and Øystein wondered if he was looking for something particular. 

Depollute Me Pretty Baby (Varg x Faust)

“Your hair is so tangled,” Varg murmured through the darkness of Helvete. He normally hated curling up on the filthy mattress Faust had more or less claimed as his own, but he supposed he was feeling particularly needy tonight. It had been hours since the shop had closed for the night and Faust had encouraged him to lay down with him, enticing him with the promise of kisses and movies. 

A Boy With Kaleidoscope Eyes (Cellophane Flowers Of Purple And Blue) (Jynkky x Occultus)*

Jynkky was captivated by him and watched him for a while, wishing he could know him and join in whatever fun he was having. It seemed some force out there was listening to his wishes because the man caught onto him staring eventually, looking back at Jynkky and smiling. With his head turned, Jynkky could now see the man had purple wildflowers sticking in his hair. He reminded Jynkky of an American hippie that he had seen in magazines that the rest of the band had made fun of him for owning.

Cicada (Varg x Blackthorn)*

"Sick of his own face, sick of his skin, of the dark, he crawls outside himself to sing."

And Suddenly, I Was A Lilac Sky (Euronymous x Dead)

Øystein hadn't ever particularly cared that he couldn't see the world in color. He knew some people laid in bed every night, worrying they might never meet their soulmates and he knew plenty that raved about how perfect the world was once color seeped into it. He didn't lose any sleep over seeing in black and white, though.

[princess-lvcifer]

god, i wish i never spoke 𖤐

[child0feden]

in light of me getting a traumatic ( i am dramatic ) blister on the heel of each foot because of my new combat boots, here is some kind of crack post thing about you getting kind of sore from shoes with some of my favourite metal men but not all of them… blisters absolutely suck and i hate them lolol…

carries you home effortlessly on their back, holding your shoes in their hand and openly loving it, does not complain once and just keeps looking back at you for a smooch : bård “ faust ” eithun | vegard “ ihsahn ” tveitan | gylve “ fenriz ” nagell | conrad “ cronos ” lant

still carries you home effortlessly on their back, holding your shoes in their hand and secretly loving it, does complain over dramatically every minute on the walk home about how they told you not to wear those specific shoes and grumbles under their breath whenever you kiss their head as an apology but does not resist the smooches : øystein “ euronymous ” aarseth | varg “ count grishnackh ” vikernes | tomas “ samoth ” haugen

physically not strong enough to carry you home no matter how skinny and small you are, is very sad about this and just gives you their shoes instead, walking home in their socks or barefoot next to you wearing their much bigger shoes as they hold yours in their hands : jon “ metalion ” kristiansen | pelle “ dead ” ohlin | harman “ demonaz ” naevdal | ivar “ zephyrous ” enger

does not carry you home, kind of mocks you and will only carry your shoes for you, making you walk home bare foot or in socks and only feels bad when you give him the silent treatment : andreas “ bsod ” betinger

[blueberrypancakesworld]

~ Lords of Chaos 2018 - Masterlist ~

Info : All the fanfictions in this masterlist are not meant to glorify the real events and are only based on the actors fo the movie

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Euronymous

°Flower in hell->fem reader, fluff, tiny hurt, comfort, no use of Y/n

°Music, beer and touch->fem reader, fluff, kissing, making out

°NSWF Alphabet-Euronymous

°Princess and the Vampire->fem reader, big fluff

°Get ready boys(all of Mayhem x reader (implied))->fem reader, fluff,comfort

°Fluff Alphabet - Euronymous

°All the best in pink (sequel to Princess and the Vampire)->fem reader, fluff

°Eyes on you in the short skirt->fem reader, making out, kissing, tiny fluff

°Victim of faith->fluff, hurt/comfort, smutish, fem reader

°Old Love and Old friend->male reader, fluff, kiss

°Guitar and bands->fem reader, fluff, falling in love

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Pelle/Dead

°NSFW Alphabet-Pelle/Dead

°Your pain is my pain->fem reader,angst, hurt/comfort

°Expulsion of the one->(Euronymous x fem reader x Dead) fluff, comfort

°Fluff Alphabet ~ Pelle/Dead

°Pelle/Dead - NSFW - Drabble

°My cold and heat->fem reader, making out, fluff, Part.1

°My heat and cold->fem reader, smut, kissing, Part.2

°Dark Happiness->fem reader, hurt/comfort, angst, implied self-harm

°He is true Black Metal->male reader, fluff

°Halloween->fluff, fem reader

°Dead-A boyfriend like Satan->male reader, fluff, hurt/comfort

°A normal day->fem reader, fluff, kissing

°Love in Spring ->Fluff, hurt/comfort

°My heart ->fluff, smut

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Faust

°NSFW Alphabet-Faust

°Pregnant? And a wedding?->fem reader, fluff, hurt/cmomfort, emotional

°Mine and only mine->fem reader, fluff, comfort, dark theme, smut

°Happy Birthday...somehow->fem reader, fluff, tiny comfort

°Fluff Alphabet - Faust

°Cuddle Concert->fem reader, fluff, comfort, cuddling

°Satan's rebirth? Or a demoness after all? (Sequel to Pregnant? And a weeding?)->fem reader, fluff

°Dark Party with an Happy End->fem reader, fluff, falling in love

°Pink and Black->fem reader (black metal & bimbo style), fluff, getting to know eachother, fluff

°Goth Girlfriend->fem reader, fluff, kissing

°He is true Black Metal->male reader fluff

°Goth Girlfriend Part.2->fem reader, fluff, healthy relationship

°Oh my Satan a Baby->fem reader, fluff

°Blood->FTM reader, use of Y/n, fluff, period

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Varg

°NSFW Alphabet-Varg

°The ribbon of music->fem reader, angst, fluff

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Hellhammer

°NSFW Alphabet-Hellhammer

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Necrobutcher

°It's over->fem reader, fluff, hurt/comfort

°Necrobutcher - NSFW - Drabble

°Party and a cold Night->kissing, fluff

°Jealousy - Headcanon

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Occultus

°NSFW Alphabet-Occultus

°Quiet and Loud->fem reader, fluff

°Slow and eternal->fem reader, fluff, slowburn

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[haywire-hetfield]

I’m borederline sleep deprived rn sorry if this doesn’t make much sense.

I love the idea of Faust being terrified of being too much of an alpha to the point of him practically hovering over Euro instead of touching him. Just perfect *chefs kiss*

Honestly this is making me feel like writing a Faust/Euro fic.

Oh man you mentioned him being a traditional- yet chill and respectful alpha - I think he’d mesh well with my favorite alpha trope, the overly possessive alpha. When other alphas try to flirt with euro, something in him snaps. He shoves away the other alpha and threatens to fight them. Euro would totally be into it ( in the movie he was just a little too into the violence if you catch my drift ) and excited at the idea of Faust finally being rough in bed, only for him to immediately go back to treating Euro like glass. And Euro is just baffled, wondering if Faust will ever be actually rough.

Idk my brain is actively rotting the more I think about this it’s like I have too many thoughts to type them out. I’m much better at talking😅

If you have other omegaverse loc ideas you want to share I’m all ears 👂 you have great ideas - 🐈‍⬛

You're fine, it makes sense!

I loooove traditional alpha Faust in this sense, it fits him so nicely I think. (I think especially about the scene where he's like guiding Occultus by the arm when he's already walking in that direction. Like there's 0 practical reason for him to be physically guiding him, but he still is and that is sooooo)

He also 100% will fight other alphas if they're getting a little too close or familiar with him. (This is based more around the interviews irl Faust has done where he's talked about how it used to take a lot for him to actually get angry/physical.) I think he'd normally be so cool and composed about things, but it just sets him off.

It surprises Euronymous the first time it happens and he's definitely into it, but Faust is very scared of frightening Euronymous. (Even though let's be real, that's not happening.)

Euronymous gets whiplash from the way Faust can punch another alpha then turn right around and hold his hand like he's delicate.

I think this results a lot in Euronymous purposefully trying to get Faust into scenarios where he'll fight with other alphas.

I can also see Faust accidentally getting too rough with him and realizing how into it Euronymous actually is.

I want to note too that Euronymous bosses him around in the movie and it's the cutest thing. (Him telling Faust to turn the movie down and him immediately doing it. Him telling Faust he's gotta listen to Varg's tape and Faust catching it as soon as he tells him to. Him telling Faust "okay that's enough 😑" when he's smashing that car windshield and Faust going along with it)

Here's some of my personal omegaverse headcanons for LOC (I could talk for hours):

I'm a firm believer in omega Varg, although he WILL try to present himself more as a beta or alpha. (I can see him going at either angle. Presenting himself as a beta gives him the advantage of acting as though he's above it all, he doesn't deal with the same animalistic urges alphas/omegas do. Presenting as an alpha gives him the advantage of seeming in control.)

100% deals with internalized hatred regarding being an omega.

Occultus is an omega, just a very loud and hyper one. He tends to be on the nicer side, but he can be a lot to deal with and it can lead to confrontations (thinking particularly about Varg snapping and punching him.) This is usually accompanied by one of the others stepping in to defend him.

I particularly enjoy the dynamic of loud o!Occultus x quiet a!Faust.

Pelle is either a beta or an omega. If he's an omega, he tends to just ignore the fact he is one and honestly treats other people the same way. He generally doesn't think about it too much unless he's forced to. (Heats and such)

I can see Metalion as being any presentation. (If he's an omega, he's o4o with Occultus.)

I'm actually a big fan of alpha Euronymous, but Euronymous who is just the biggest failguy of an alpha ever. He's awkward, he sucks at being commanding, he's short, he's not really that strong, he's awkward with omegas, it's always fighting for power with the other alphas. (He's like a chihuahua that always barks and growls at the bigger dogs, not seeming to realize they're tiny.)

Blackthorn is an alpha and he is having the least fun time out of everyone. Alphas scare him and omegas scare him more.

Necrobutcher is a beta, although I could also see him as an alpha. If he is one, he does not usually act like it, though. He's usually pretty relaxed and only acts like a stereotypical alpha if he needs to.

Fenriz is an alpha (potentially a beta, but I'd put him way closer to the alpha side.) He tends to be chill-ish, but nowhere near the same level as Faust is. He's a lot more likely to snap quicker/more easily. Thinking particularly about him shoving Pelle at the party. (Man was NOT playing 😭)

Hellhammer is an omega, but you would never be able to tell it. He doesn't try to seem like an alpha, but that's usually the vibe people get from him. He's overly flirty, he's loud, he isn't afraid to fight, etc.

Manheim is a beta or an omega. If he's an omega, he's the most traditional/stereotypical one out of the entire group.

Atilla's an alpha/stereotypical and he's closer to the most traditional one out of the group.

[ghrecords]

The Death Archives: Mayhem 1984-94 - Jørn “Necrobutcher” Stubberud (Hardback) Editorial: Ecstatic, United States, 2016 ISBN 10: 0997285036 / ISBN 13: 9780997285031 On Order (2 weeek(s) aprox.)

Mayhem are the most influential Black Metal band in the world, and obviously no strangers to controversy. Death Archives offer never before seen photographs and unique insight into one of music’s most extreme subcultures.

During the band’s ongoing career, now spanning thirty years, bass player and only surviving band member from the original line-up, Jørn “Necrobutcher” Stubberud, has collected enormous amounts of photographs, video diaries and memorabilia. In this unique documentary book, Stubberud shares the first groundbreaking years of Mayhem’s existence including their first photo-sessions in full corpse regalia; recording sessions, and exclusive stills from live video footage of their earliest gigs. In Necrobutcher’s Death Archives he shares rarely seen photos of the band before death of singer Pelle “Dead” Ohlin and murder of guitarist Øystein “Euronymous” Aarseth.

Once Mayhem established their unique sound, The Norwegian Black Metal scene grew ferociously and globally finding common ground in violent imagery, horror iconography, fierce anti-Christian views, which ultimately led to over fifty church fires, among them the iconic Fantoft Stavkirke in Bergen. The violent nature of the music also led to the brutal murder of Øystein “Euronymous” Aarseth in 1993 by Varg “Count Grishnak” Vikernes internationally known as Burzum.

Today, Norwegian Black Metal is one of the most distinct and controversial subcultures in the music world, its popularity spanning globally from China to Mexico. The book is not only a documentation of a band – it is also a story about Norway, and a unique Norwegian subculture where a deep fascination for authentic Nordic culture and nature is deeply immersed.

Death Archives: Mayhem 1984-94 by Jørn “Necrobutcher” Stubberud with Svein Strømmen & Christian Belgaux

Published by Ecstatic Peace Library with afterword by Thurston Moore Release date 6 June 2016

Ecstatic Peace Library is an art and culture press founded by Thurston Moore of Sonic Youth and visual book editor Eva Prinz in 2010.

Hardcover, 191 x 266 mm, 255pp

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