#'hey varg who the fuck are these'

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

hey, I'm a new reader and I love that you write dark stuff! you asked for unhinged requests.. i hope it's not too unhinged <3 a chillout evening with euronymous hearing music and smoking pot at reader's flat. the house party slowly comes to an end and he's the only guest left. He talks about hating posers and that he admires pelle for cutting himself on stage. he wants to try it too - now. both are super drunk and stoned, he gives reader the knife. after a bit hesitation he gets what he wants and it really turns him on. It leads to nasty sloppy bloody sex with a very submissive and masochistic Euro. Could also fit to Kappa!

My dearest nonnie, thank you for this request! 🫶🏻

Creep

Summary: After a night of party and unprompted celebration, some matters with your boyfriend take a drastic turn in a very different direction…

Pairing: Euronymous x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Content Warnings: Trve Kvlt Smvt 18+!, Unprotected P In V, Implied Substance Use (Pot And Alcohol), Kink Acceptance, Consensual Cutting, Blood Kink, Submissive!Euro, Dom!Reader, Reader and Øystein Are Painfully Lost For A Hot Minute, Pet Names/Honorifics, Implied Aftercare, Varg Vikernes Slander 💅🏻

A/N: I believe that by now we all know that I'm writing about Rory portraying Euronymous and not the edgelord with a patchy mustache 💀

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @b4sementgrl @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess @doddernix @svgarcaine

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here

- Creep By Radiohead

Accompanied by a long, dragged out yawn, you let your back fall against the cozy mattress of your messy bed. You stretched your tired body and felt like sinking into the fabric of your soft duvet, uncounted amounts of Tequila shots and a bloodstream saturated with THC doubled down on you after hosting a rather impromptu party with Euronymous and his friends from the Black Circle at your place.

"Øystein!", You called out to your boyfriend who waddled towards the bed while simultaneously stripping out of his clothes up to his shorts, "C'm here…I wanna cuddle you!"

Your voice slurred a bit but you didn't care. As long as your head wouldn't start spinning just now, you'd manage.

"On my way!" Euronymous stated, stumbling towards the bed and flopping himself right next to you face first before he turned on his back with an exhausted groan.

"Next time you better warn me before you just bring your greasy boy horde here, Øystein!" You teased whilst closely snuggling up to him, cradling his lean statue in your arms.

"I did!", He mumbled with a wide, zooted-out grin on his face, "I texted you 20 minutes before!"

"You know what I mean." Your elbow playfully nudged his side before he scooted closer into your embrace, sighing contentedly.

"Yeah, yeah…sorry, won't happen again. But it was nice, no?" His temple leaned into the crook of your neck and you felt his warm breath, heavy with hints of weed and alcohol on your collarbone.

"Yeah, unexpectedly nice but I've been wondering why Varg's never around to party." Your furrowed your brows just a little at the thought.

"You mean Christian?", Øystein snarled in an unmistakably derogatory tone, "Fucking poser if you ask me. He's too busy being a boring prick with his no alcohol, no party and no meat policy."

"Kinda no pussy policy, too, huh?" With your comment you elicited a loud and hearty laugh from your boyfriend's mouth.

"Oh, absolutely! Dude ripped off his cringe Scorpions patch and thinks he's the big deal now…stupid poser…" Euronymous mumbled into the skin of your neck before he looked up at you, his bloodshot eyes searching yours.

"Mmm…babe? Can I ask you something?" His lips pursed a little, sparking your curiosity.

"Sure, what's up?" You met his drowsy gaze with a warm smile.

"Uhm, I don't want to sound like a complete nut job, but..", He huffed reluctantly, biting down on the insides of his cheek, "But I think it's pretty cool what Pelle did at our last gig, you know, the…well, y'know?"

"The….cutting? You mean that?" Your brows arched a bit further in a low wave of concern.

Of course you've supported your boyfriend at their last gig, just like every gig before that but what happened on stage that time had been something a little very outlandish, even to you.

"Yeah, uhm…", Øystein stuttered somewhat insecure, nearly tripping over his own words, "I…okay, so…I think that was really…like really damn true."

"Okay…" You reciprocated slowly, the creeping feeling that this was not being all to it dawning on you, "....and?"

"And…ugh…" Euronymous shimmied himself out of your hug a little to properly look at you, "Hear me out, okay? I-...I know it sounds fucking deranged but…maybe…I'd like to know how that feels?"

His voice rendered lower with every word until the last bit of the sentence was nearly inaudible.

"Oh…", It fell from your lips a little clueless, "I mean…I couldn't stop you from doing it, but.."

"That's not…", Øystein interrupted you, his pale cheeks flushing with a tint of red, "It's not…I…fuck….I'd like you to do it. Thought about it since the last show. There, it's out now."

He made a move to turn his head away from you in shame but before he could, you cupped his jaw with the palm of your hand and guided him back to look at you. So many alcohol and weed spiked thoughts ran through your thoroughly intoxicated mind that you hardly knew what to say about it and of all things possible it was an upright "Are you sure about that?" that rolled over your tongue.

"Yeah." He muttered, eyes widening in uncertain anticipation.

"Okay, uhm…so…don't you think that…that we should maybe do this sober, babe?" You suggested, watching how his cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red.

"No, yes, ugh…I…can we maybe just try it? Now?" You took notice of the almost needy desperation in his voice and you'd be lying if you said it wasn’t doing something to you.

"Now?" You inquired a bit taken aback.

"Yeah.", Øystein nodded, scooting further away from you until he raised his torso off the bed, reaching for his pants, "Here…with that."

His slightly trembling fingers fumbled around the waistband of his trousers, fishing for a hunting knife that he started to carry with himself in a sheath on his belt a while ago. As soon as he had pulled the sharp metal blade from its casing, he held it up to you and your eyes widened at the dedication in his proposal.

"The sharper the better… Pelle told me.", Euronymous stated with a tremble in his tone, "Takes less effort….y'know."

"Uh, wow, uhm…you really want that, huh?" , You took the handle from his grip and studied the shape of the blade cautiously, "With all due respect, babe, this looks really sharp…"

"Fair enough…" With your eyes trained to the blade you sat yourself back upright against the headboard of your bed.

"Okay…so…so how do we start this now, huh?" You mumbled more to yourself than to your gradually more excited boyfriend.

"Like…where would you want me to cut you?" It rambled out of you.

With an equally puzzled face, Euronymous took a seat in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest while looking at the knife in your hand.

"Not my arms, that's for sure…thighs, maybe?" He suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.

"But, like, the top, yeah? I'm not gonna cut you on the insides." A slight shudder went through you just at the thought of possibly cutting too deep on the inside of his thighs.

"Yeah, yeah…of course, that's good." He replied with a shaky voice.

"Okay, so, am I just gonna…", You inhaled sharply to steady yourself, "Am I just gonna do this now or what?"

"I'm ready, I trust you, babe." Øystein wiggled a little in his sitting position, "Do you want me to help you get started?"

"Yeah, I think that wouldn't be too bad…" At that he reached for your hand that was holding the knife, cupping it and slowly bringing it towards his thigh, pointing the sharp tip right against the delicate, pale skin of his leg.

"Are you really sure about this?" You asked once more, just to be sure.

"Yes. I want that, been thinking about it for so long now…" Euronymous answered in heavy breaths, feeling the tip of the blade on his skin.

"Okay…so…" You slowly lowered the end of the blade onto his skin, applying a very careful amount of pressure.

The device was indeed so sharp that it broke through the first layers of his skin like a bread knife through room-temperature butter.

"That's is…" Øystein encouraged you and with that you slid the blade over his thigh, a bright red stream of blood pooling at the incision right away.

"Fuck.." Your boyfriend exhaled while he threw his head back.

"Fuck, what? Is it bad? Do you want me to stop?!" You were ready to pull the blade back at any second.

"No, more…please…, Ma'am." Euronymous pushed between trembling lips and his intonation shot right through you, sending a jolt of arousal right to your cunt.

With the knife in your hand and your gaze transfixed on the first cut, deeply red droplets gathering all over it, you placed the blade a little lower, repeating the same motion, ripping his skin and drawing even more blood.

"Shit…fuck….feels so good, Ma'am." He huffed, sounding…grateful.

"Good god, such a good boy for me, huh?" You jumped right into his headspace, shamelessly indulging in it.

"Always!" Øystein groaned out as you left another shallow yet efficient cut on his thigh.

With a subconsciously forming grin around your lips, you noticed how your boyfriend's cock started twitching in his briefs.

"Aww, is that making you hard, Øystein?" You pushed only to be hit by: "Just one more, please, one more and I'll fuck you so good, Ma'am, I promise!"

With eyes wide and an already throbbing cunt, you cut over his thigh once more, eagerly awaiting his reaction.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" He pressed a guttural groan through trembling lips before unceremoniously slapping the knife out of your hand and practically pouncing on you.

Before your intoxicated brain could truly fathom what was happening, Euronymous shoved his shorts down to his knees for his hard on to slap against his lower abdomen in a wet thud as he pushed his crotch between your legs.

"Shit, you really needed that, didn't you?" It cascaded out of your mouth as you felt him drilling into you.

"Yes, fuck…yes, Ma'am, thank you!" He whined against the shell of your ear as he started fucking into you at a reckless pace.

With every needy thrust of his hips against your lap, you felt the blood, still oozing out of the cuts, sticking against your thighs. Lewd, wet and squelching sounds from his cock pushing in and out of your cunt mixed in with the slapping of skin against skin and you could hardly hold on to yourself because Øystein never ever went that feral on you just like that.

"Such a good, needy boy for me, filling me up so fucking good!" You praised as your eyes fluttered shut, your entire body buzzing with physical sensations.

Every roll of his hips against you had you tethering on the edge of orgasming already. In your thoroughly intoxicated state, you could hardly tell whether or not your pussy was contracting all around him by then or not. Every sensation was fading into the next one, making you feel like cumming on his cock for as long as Øystein kept fucking into you.

"Oh, God, fuck….shit…" It spilled out of his mouth as he hammered himself into you one last time.

"Ma'am, fuck…." Euronymous groaned into your ear right before you recognised his cock twitching and pulsing inside of you, pumping his load deep into your pussy.

"You good?" It left your mouth in heavy breaths.

"Uh-huh…" He muttered before collapsing right onto you, his face hidden deep into your neck.

"Shit…that was something…", You tried to catch your breath while wrapping your arms around his sweat coated back, "You did so good for me, love."

"Really?" Øystein hummed into your skin.

"Of course you did. We gonna take good care of those cuts tomorrow, yeah?"

#tam rambles #asks are appreciated #asks are always open #rory culkin #euronymous x fem!reader #euronymous x reader #euronymous #euronymous × you #euronymous smut #rory culkin lords of chaos #lords of chaos

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 29

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

"You didn't have to waste your Saturday. You could have enjoyed sleeping in." Oystein said as he leaned against the wall outside of the studio. She had encouraged him to get back into the things he loves the most which was his music so when he called up the band and said he wanted to record, they were eager to get in the booth with him.

"Sleeping in is no fun if I don't wake you up with a blowjob so I might as well spend it listening to you create music." She smiled making him look over at her.

"You're perfect, you know that?" Oystein said almost emotionless.

"Yeah I know. You're so lucky." Y/n teased before leaning over and kissing him. Hellhammer emerged from the booth and gave Y/n a wave.

"Hey we're ready to record guitar, if you are." He said as Oystein pushed off the wall. Oystein kissed you again before he followed him into the booth. Y/n walked to the vending machines to get food since they hadn't stopped for breakfast. The door opened again and she heard a sound of disgust.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Varg appeared looking annoyed.

"Making latkes, what the fuck do you think I'm doing here?" Y/n matched his energy.

"He's bringing you to recording sessions now? Great, two fucking annoyances to put up with." Varg spat.

"You know, you talk a lot for a guy who was practically handing out hand jobs when you first met Mayhem...don't think I don't remember you." This caught Varg's attention.

"You sat in that chair for like two hours waiting for a moment to try and talk to him and now you look at him like he didn't give you an in." Y/n chuckled.

"An in? I paid for his fucking studio time, I paid for the record, you don't know shit you cunt." Varg stepped closer to her.

"You paid because you wanted a way in and you didn't pay, your mommy did. You're just some leech who wants to take over something you had no hand in creating." Y/n laughed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You know, someone should really put a curb in your mouth. You run your ignorant mouth about things that would get you beaten and strung up someplace else. Perhaps I should remind you of the scum you truly are." She could feel Varg's breath on her face. She wasn't intimated by him in the slightest.

"You light a few churches up and suddenly you think you can throw around threats of violence? You a tough guy now Varg? You're a rich little prick who's mommy and daddy paid to get you out of their hair." Varg slammed his chest into Y/n and she hit the wall hard.

"Shut your whore mouth. You keep talking and I might just take that little bitch boyfriend of yours off his pedestal. He would make a real nice bitch in prison for arson." Varg gritted through his teeth. Y/n wasn't scared of Varg. The things he said to her didn't bother her until he brought up Oystein.

"You don't even know him. You suck dick of a guy who pretends to be something he's not. How pathetic are you?" Varg chuckled.

"I guess it would take a poser to spot a poser." Y/n was prepared as he stalked back towards her but Hellhammer opened the door and he halted in place.

"We're ready..." Hellhammer looked between you two and Varg stormed past him, knocking him out of the way.

"You okay?" Hellhammer looked her over and she gave him a nod.

"You can go in the studio if you want to wait with us. You don't have to sit out here." He offered kindly and Y/n smiled.

"I appreciate the offer but could you actually do me a favor? Can you tell Oy-" She stopped herself.

"Can you tell Euronymous that I'm going to head home?" She used his stage name, knowing the Hellhammer didn't mind if she used his real name but it felt silly when she only ever called Hellhammer....Hellhammer.

"Are you sure? Did Varg...did he do something to you?" He extended a hand out touching her arm and she shook her head.

"I don't want to cause any issues. He hates me but he also hates Euro so I think the both of us together might ignite a war and I want you guys to get some actual recording done." She tried to play it off.

"Fuck him. He's an asshole. Don't you ever think you don't have a place here with us. It's what Pelle would have wanted." She had never heard him talk about Pelle. She didn't think they were particularly close but she knew that being in a band together, living with one another, you had to have some kind of closeness.

She reached out and kissed Hellhammer on the cheek.

"Thank you, really. I'm okay. Take these snacks, fuel up and make some black metal music. I'd say kiss my boyfriend for me too but-"

"I gotta draw the line somewhere." He laughed. Hellhammer took the snacks and walked back into the studio with the others and Y/n watched Oystein from the door as he played. She smiled seeing how lost in the chords he was playing. Music was a real passion for him and she wanted him to keep playing. She hated that someone who loathed him so much tainted the band he loved so much.

#R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x YN #Film: Lords of Chaos #Alkaline #Alkaline series #One Shot Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #29/35

[jackie0lantern]

REQUESTS!!

Hey hey! I’m a 16 y/o who’s writing smut out of spite!

Who I write for!

ATSV-

Pav!

Hobie

Aged up!Miles

Miguel O’Hara

Peter b Parker

 Benjamin Reilly (I mean if you into that.)

LAYLA

Rio and Jeffery (I feel like these guys would probably be a package deal.)

Who I won’t-

Gwen (fucking hate Gwen.)

Mayday. That’s a baby ya weirdos.

Hazbin hotel/helluva-

Alastor

Blitzø

Stolas

Angel dust

Charlie/vagi again with the package deals

Asmodus

Fizz

Striker

Millie/moxie

Sally may

Loona

Vortex

Who I won’t-

Nifty

Beelzebub (idk why but nah. No hate!!)

Deathgazm-

Zakk

Brody

LORDS OF CHAOS-

Dead

Euronymous

Necrobutcher

Hellhammer

Foaust

Who I won’t-

Varg. (full hate for this dude.)

ATWOW-

Norm spellmen

Jake and his wife package deal.

Aged up!neteyam

Aged up!loak

Aged up!rotxo

And anybody after that.

Who I won’t write for-

Tuk. Leave her along 

Tmnt 2014-2026

Raph

Mikey

Donnie

Leo.

(That’s it for now my request are open!)

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Smut-❤️

Fluff-💞

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Platonic- 💛

#atsv #atsv smut #atsv x reader #atwow smut #atwow x reader #avatar smut #avatar x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader #deathgasm #deathgasm x reader #deathgasm smut #lords of chaos #lords of chaos smut #lords of chaos x reader #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss smut #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2016 smut #tmnt 2016 x reader #tmnt 2014 x reader #tmnt 2014 smut #tmnt 2014

[tyrannosaurus-trainwreck]

I finally found one of the “Is the metal band Nazis?” sites again.

Apparently Nazi bands have their own fun little acronym now? National Socialist Black Metal--NSBM--as opposed to Red and Anarchist Black Metal, or RABM.

The reason it can be a bit difficult to figure out sometimes, aside from a lot of the music being in languages you don’t necessarily speak and also growled/yelled/Gregorian chanted over half an orchestra and three drummers, is that it’s like Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon.  The fun new project you’ve found and really like can have completely innocuous music and aesthetics, but then you look it up and find out that 5/6s of the members’ main gigs are with Nazi bands. Which, you know, if the goal is “Do not give Nazis money”...

But the documentation section of the lists is fucking wild.  You’re going through it and it’s like:

“They had a Nazi guest artist one time but kicked them out once everyone was like ‘Hey, they’re a Nazi!’ and haven’t hired any known Nazis since then.”

“They claim to be apolitical and have made no political statements in their entire twenty-year history.  The band members have only ever been associated with this one project, which exclusively sings about a Cthulhuesque space slug they made up.”

“This band has only ever worked with this specific anti-fascist label, but their drummer is an admitted cannibal.”

“They say they’re not political but they keep collaborating with Nazis.”

“Their frontman stabbed a guy in a bar for looking at him funny, but not in a Nazi kind of way.”

“Well, uh, here’s their last album cover...” and it’s just “This image is blocked due to legal restrictions in your country! :)”

“Pinned top post on all their social media is ‘Nazi punks fuck off.’”

“Frontman is a convicted pedophile with no known opinions about white supremacy.”

“They’ve never said anything one way or another, but they’re signed with Nazi Record Label for Nazis.”

“Lead guitarist burned down a church one time but has consistently maintained that it was due to Satanism, not Nazism, and insists that Satan doesn’t discriminate on the basis of gender, sexuality, color, or ethnicity.”

“Last side project was doing main vocals for that guitarist who stormed the Capitol on January 6th.”

“Varg Vikernes.”

#metal bands are just so *gestures vaguely* #at least it makes it very funny when people start clutching their pearls about rappers' alleged history of dealing drugs

[kleenexwoman]

You're sitting at the counter of your favorite dive when Eddie Munson sidles up to you.

"Hey," he ventures. "Sweet Maiden patch. I'm Eddie."

"Like the corpse!" you laugh, referring to the grinning mascot of the band.

"Yeah!" He slides onto the barstool next to you, eyes twinkling. "So. You listen to Ozzy?"

"Ozzy Osbourne is a Catholic weenie who probably says an Our Father every time he jerks off," you opine. "Tony Iommi is classic, but if you want real heavy, you want Japanese doom drone. Come over to my place and I'll put on a Boris record. It's so sludgy it'll give you an ear infection."

"What'd you say about Ozzy?" Eddie's eyebrows shoot up.

"Dude." You lean in and whisper low into his ear. "He thought it was a stuffed bat."

"No way." Eddie shakes his head, but smiles. "I will not sit here and listen to this slander."

"Look, I know from hardcore," you insist. "I caught one of GG Allin's kidney stones in the face at a live show in Dee-troit once. Had pinkeye for a month from it."

"That's fucking gross." Eddie makes a face.

"Or Varg Vikernes of Burzum," you continue. "Burned down multiple churches as a sacrifice to Odin and stabbed that guy from Mayhem to death. Now that's some real shit."

"Uh... huh," Eddie says, inching away from you on his barstool.

"I mean, too bad the motherfucker is an actual literal Nazi," you continue. "I gotta kill him on sight."

You don't remember how many beers you have had tonight. It's been that many.

"Sounds... good," Eddie says.

"But yeah," you continue confidently, certain that you've wooed him with your brilliant knowledge of the most intense acts on the circuit. "I've heard of you, man. You went and killed all of those jocks and shit, right? Got off on a total technicality? You're like, my hero, man."

"Thanks." Eddie stares at the mirrored back of the bar, frowning distantly. Probably unimpressed by the meager liquor selection. The only thing that's not white or brown is a dusty bottle of Apple Pucker that's there in case someone brings their normie girlfriend. "Okay. Uh. I'm gonna go see what's on the jukebox."

He gets up and walks away. You finish your whateverth beer and look around for him, but he's gone.

You can't wait to tell all your friends about meeting Eddie.

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #heavy metal #varg vikernes #gg allin #burzum #ozzy osbourne #boris #iron maiden

[lords-of-mayhem]

hey all im saying is that if you write a thesis about how loc made you unwell i would read the hell out of it

like ik how it personally is making me worse, i need to know what its doing to others desperately

Okay, so. I'm gonna just throw all my thoughts that I currently have here. No promises on how coherent I'll be.

A lot of it is just based off of how violence is portrayed in the movie.

The parallels and foreshadowing in this movie fucks me up so much.

The scene of Euronymous simply saying "Scorpions?" to Varg and walking away from him paralleled by him telling Varg later, "I attracted people by saying you can't have this, you're not worthy."

Euronymous saying "nothing could stop me" cut immediately by Varg staring in the mirror???

The way Euronymous gives a speech that Varg overhears in the restaurant that Varg later parallels in the bar, trying to get the same adoration and it just doesn't happen?? Ough

Euronymous: We're not just a fucking metal band. I'm sick of all those speed and death metal bands, all that Swedish shit. All they do is celebrate life and party, they should just call it life metal. We play black metal, true Norwegian black metal. Varg: Exactly, posers claiming to be Satanists when all they wanna do is drink beer and have a good time. I hate that, all those death metal kids with their stupid Morbid Angel t-shirts. Making a trend out of something that was meant to instill fear.

Also I know I've said this before, but SOMEBODY in production has a blood kink. I refuse to believe otherwise.

There are at least 15 separate shots of men with blood splattered across their faces in this movie. I didn't even carefully examine every scene, I just kind of skimmed through the parts I knew of right off. (The show scene, Faust's murder, etc.)

And the way blood/violence is presented is so horny for no reason?? Like Occultus having his mouth wide open while Pelle's blood is actively pouring onto his face? This????

Who asked for this? ^^^^

Another thing is the parallels between Pelle and Ann-Marit. I KNOW I've gone on and on, but it fucks me up. There was no reason she needed to look so similar, down to their outfits being similar.

The multiple shots of Varg ass naked and fucking?? (This caught me so by surprise the first time I saw this movie, like why did they need to do that lol)

Euronymous pinning Manheim down while he encourages Necro to cut him? Lives in my head rent free.

The pure sexual tension in the Varg/Euro church burning scene. Like they had a cute little date and then the most homoerotic stare-downs ever. The way they smile at each other and the little hug :(

Then this gay shit

On the note of gay shit, there's not a single reason why Faust needed to touch Occultus as much as he did, yet here we are.

On the topic of Faust, there was also not a single reason why he needed to double take watching Euronymous piss. (keep your eyes to yourself girlie <3)

Emory Cohen also being so phenomenal at expressions really fucked me up in this movie, particularly him breaking up with Euro and him killing him later. He's so talented and it makes me so insane

Emory Cohen in general is just such a fantastic pick for this role, he's hands down my favorite casting. He's similar enough (especially irl Varg's arrogance that he captures) while also making the character his own is such a good mix. Plus, knowing that having a Jewish actor playing him pissed irl Varg off is a bonus.

Side note, but Pelle's dad leaving that voicemail while he was killing himself? It gets to me, man. It gets to me. (And while we're on the topic of parents, Faust's mom yelling in the background while he's getting arrested? Oh lord)

The Varg/Euro tension while they played with Atilla??? Hello???

Blackthorn decorating Varg's room for when the interviewers come by is also something I think about a lot. It doesn't fuck me up in the same way the others do, but I love that little scene. And him offering tea at possibly the worst time

They were sharing the same brain cell in this scene fr

The ending will always fuck me up the most. The shots of them all having fun intercut with Varg/Blackthorn/Faust getting arrested, Euronymous' memorial, etc. If you want to be really emotionally unwell, I highly suggest listening to this while watching it.

Everyone's reactions were sooooo good too

If you want something depressing to think about too, you can think about the fact Necrobutcher was probably just finally moving on from Pelle's death, only for Euronymous to die as well.

#i'm probably missing so many things #but here is a short list #lords of chaos #asks

[haywire-hetfield]

LOC making Varg be excluded was so weird. Real life Varg was beloved. He was charismatic, kind, funny, and according to Euronymus himself, Euronymus’s best friend.

So the tension? The exclusion? People not really seeming to vibe with him? Just really confused me.

Dude I don’t know much about manhiem. Attila though, man had great hair imo especially when his sides where shaved. I haven’t thought about them together but it could be cool - 🐈‍⬛

I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply to this. I had a paragraph typed out and then this was me for the next 14 hours

I'm conflicted on how Varg is presented in the movie. I completely understood why they wanted to make him seem more like an outsider and just this weird guy who wasn't really fitting into the group.

It also made for some hilarious moments because you would not believe how many times I've rewatched his little Nazi rant and laughed my ass off at everybody's reactions.

(Half were wondering "goddamn is this bitch still going???" and the other half were just "bitch what the fuck???" But hey, it's okay. Sometimes you misjudge the vibe of the function.)

I also wonder if something important was cut from the movie or if they'd originally wrote it differently because the murder scene between them doesn't make sense to me. Because Euronymous says "you're my friend" (which I could write off as him just trying to get Varg to, you know, not kill him) but Varg also says "you only pretend to be my friend."

And I was like??? When did he EVER treat Varg like a friend in the movie? (in ways that weren't clearly meant to be getting Euro something he wanted, like him giving Varg the necklace)

I really wonder if the movie was originally written in a different way or something that would make more sense.

I really like Varg's character in the movie even if it isn't realistic. (LOC is one of those band movies that I enjoy for what it is rather than looking at it as trying to be an accurate depiction. I think it definitely helps that it was very clearly presented as something that WOULD be inaccurate in ways. "Based off of truths and lies")

Also this is just a sidenote, but the sudden cut to Varg butt-ass naked and fucking? Caught me SO off guard the first time I watched it.

And Atilla DID have some great hair. Also I think it was an amazing choice to cast Atilla's actual son to play him in LOC. He did a fantastic job.

#asks #lords of chaos #rpf

[josibunn]

bye i luv your writing so if your comfortable w it can i get a euro × fem!reader where they are both different like aesthetic and belief wise, and because of that reader always gets judged for being with a guy like euro (euro definitely gets teased for being w a girl like reader too), and euro comforts her be he notices shes acting weird but pretending shes ok, then she accepts the fact that it doesnt matter if there different from each other, be at the end like luv each other mwah mwah type shit LMFOA tyyyy

awww this is so sweet :( I kinda relate to this! being semi-christian and all. I hope you don’t mind that I took a religious approach, thank u sm anon!!

mentions of religion, sfw but a little angsty. euro is very gentle with you here :3.

you always felt…weird out in public with your boyfriend. he’s black coffee, you’re strawberry boba. he’s black cat you’re the fluffy bright bunny. you’re barbie he’s oppenheimer lol. and of course it didn’t bother him, never ever. he loved you, you’re a bright, beautiful thing. so sweet and gentle to everyone you meet, always lit up a room.

you though, you were always in your head about it. you didn’t fit each other at all, in your head that is. you didn’t like the same music, styles of clothing, you didn’t even have the same beliefs. you grew up christian, in fact, that was what led you to meeting euronymous.

you walked in his shop with a bright smile, holding pamphlets close to your chest that wielded your pretty cross necklace in your long white frilly dress and pink cardigan. your pumps clacked the ground as you looked around the store, “wow,” you thought. “so many…colors. noises. genres. people.”

and he caught you as soon as he came in, snickering with faust as you looked around. “hey miss, can I help you? you wanna buy somethin?” he called to you, snapping you out of your thoughts. and immediately you thought he was beautiful. his aura was just something..different. something enticing.

you blush, “no, although I like it in here, i’ve never been in. is it music? I like the art,” you make conversation, internally cringing at the blood on a cover. “that it is, my music. what’re you doing on this side of town?” he asks as you walk closer to the counter, even though he knew. he knew that pamphlet through and through, though he’d never seen someone that looked like..you..holding it.

he thought the same about you. right away actually, though he wouldn’t admit it, not to his friends at least. “oh!” you remembered why you came in in the first place. “with the recent church burnings that’s been happening, my family and some of the townspeople wanted to invite any and everyone to a small gathering! it’s just food and discussion, mostly what we could do to chip in with a rebuilding of old methodist across town, the most recent one.”

he could tell my your kadence you were a bit nervous, mostly because his friends started surrounding him, listening to you, amused faces glancing back at each other. but he was attentive, watching your lips shine in the light and your lashes fall against each other as you scan him.

“and of course if it’s not something you’re into i’m not forcing you, but know we welcome you with open arms if you decide to pop up. I know the other, older ladies scream and shout about it,” you give a small smile, it almost knocks wind out of him. fuck, what’s wrong with me right now?

“when is it?” fausts ask. “tonight!” you extend your arm out for him to grab it, but euronymous grabs it instead. “thanks but no tha-” “well think about it. thanks.” euronymous cuts off Varg, who glared at him. you had a feeling they wouldn’t, but you smiled anyway, your hand touching your necklace out of anxiety. “great! i’m [y/n], i’ll be greeting at the door if you decide to come, so you won’t feel isolated by unfamiliar faces.” you shake his hand and keep steady contact for a little too long, his cheeks a little pink.

you turn your back and walk out, giving a quick wave before leaving, letting out the breath you didn’t think you were holding.

… … …

it was only euronymous who showed up, in secret. you watched him appear out of the darkness, shock and fluster filling your chest as you gasp softly, a smile growing. “hi!” you greet with a giggle. “hey, uhh. sorry my friends didn’t come.” “it’s fine! you did and that’s perfect. I have to stand here for a few minutes but you could go in if you want.”

anxiety filled him, all those weird ass old people judging him, itd be better to go in with you instead. “uhh,,can I stand out here until you go in? being..new and all.” and you happily obliged, and when you did go in he watched you and you only, watching as you speak to the crowd passionately with that same smile, and it was up from there.

you remember that day like yesterday. you love him, of course. of course. he was everything to you, and he support you, your dreams and beliefs, as you did him. but you knew what they said about you, what they still said about you.

3 month mark hit. “you’re still around?” “didn’t think this would last this long.” you’d hear when you’d come over to hang out in the den.

6 month mark. “doesn’t this like..go against something? is this allowed? surely that god of yours is looking down like ‘what the fuck??’” he’d ask as you sat next to øystein on the couch, playing with his hair happily. and for someone named cristian, it was funny that he was the only one pestering about it. “n..no. no. what about him would go against anything?” you’d say with a bit of attitude, that would just receive a laugh, and even when øystein told them off and comforted you it still made you feel bad inside.

a year. itd died down after a while, but one day while you were over you got caught in a fight.

you were helping clean up, weaving through øystein and varg as they continued to argue for the umpteenth time. “you think i’m gonna take advice about my fucking band from someone like you? christian??” euro spits. “that backstage pussy is fucking with your head, you’re gettin’ fuckin’ beside yourself.”

“fucking with my head?? you’re a dating a christian bitch that braids hair in fuckin circles with a fat ass cross around her neck, don’t talk about fucking with people heads. you’re far fuckin off from what you even started.” the argument carries upstairs as euronymous fires off at him, and you look at up avoid tears from falling, trying not to let the already eyes on you get to you.

hellhammer comes up and rubs your arm, kissing the top of your head, “he doesn’t mean it, yknow that. he’s just mad.” “no, no he does, and that’s ok. I think ima leave, actually.” and with that you pack up and leave without notice to øystein.

you never actually told him how it made you feel, you didn’t think it was a big deal. you could get through it yourself. but when you get in your head it all floods back to you, you find yourself tucking your necklade under your shirt, keeping your plans from him, you almost felt..ashamed. you knew he didn’t mind but what if it got to him? what if he couldn’t take it anymore? fuck.

and one day before you go out on a double date, the thoughts and recurring memories got to you as you got ready. you were looking at yourself in the mirror of your room, your outfit laid out already as øystein waited for you downstairs. he wasn’t oblivious, of course. he knew it was getting to you. in fact he distanced himself from from the group unless it was about work or music, varg at least. he’s do anything to protect your heart and keep you in his life.

you sigh, looking at the necklace you always wore sit pretty on your dresser. maybe I should..try his style out. maybe he’d like you more, maybe they’d except you.

so you grab a dress reserved for funerals, a black, frilly thing that exposed little to no chest and some black heels, dumbing down your makeup a bit and leaving your hair down. as you glance in the mirror at yourself, you try and convince yourself you like it, he’ll like it.

he checks the time before heading upstairs, “hey, song bird?” he calls before coming in. “you ready?” he begins to speak but he scans you over, his brows furrowing in confusion. “oh, yes sorry, girls gotta look her best,” you try n joke, but he doesn’t follow.

“do you like it?” you ask, staring at his puzzled face. “uhm, sure, yeah yeah, you look nice.” he says, walking over. “don’t forget your necklace though,” he grabs it and goes to pull your hair back but you stop him, “nono it’s ok, I don’t wanna wear it tonight, s’fine.” you shrug.

“what? why? your moms gonna kill you, you know she senses shit like that in her sleep,” he jokes and goes back to try n put it on, but you stop him again. “no reason I just..don’t want to. don’t I look nice without it?” “I-..you like nice all the time sugar, but you always wear it. why not tonight?”

nervousness flush over you, and you stammer over your words, but he’s not having it, sitting the necklace on the dresser and crossing his arms. “baby, talk to me. what’s on your mind?” hes speaking softly and you’re looking down playing with your nails, so he squats, getting under your face. “[y/n], what’s wrong? did I do something?” he cooes, rubbing your arms.

“no! never I just..I wanted to wear this for you, try something new.” “ok,,and that’s fine, but are you trying something different for you or for me?” “..does it matter?” he scoffs, “yeah? what happened to that yellow dress you picked out, we just got? you were excited about it. and you never wear black, like, ever. I don’t even think you own black underwear.”

“I just wanna blend in with you, make you happy. isn’t it like..annoying when your friends say stuff like that all the time?” you say shakily, and he catches it, his heart dropping, he knew it would come sooner or later. “no, of course not. they say annoying shit all the time, doesn’t get to me.” he sits down and pulls you in his lap, rubbing your arms.

“is this what’s been bothering you? the shit they say about you and me?” you sigh and roll your eyes, “øystein..they’ve been saying it for a year. and I don’t really care but you like..that doesn’t make you feel weird? embarrassed? you don’t practice what I practice and they’re always on your a-ass about it, so it’s just..i’d rather get away from it with you and them than continue the bullying.”

“no? why would I be embarrassed? it’s what you love, and I love it about you. like, they’re not my fuckin’ girlfriend and they’re definitely not my parents, I don’t give a fuck. you know we’re nothing alike, right? you like..you like that irish whiny guy,” “hozier,” you correct with a slight smile, “right, and I love my music. I like black, and red, you don’t fuckin like black. you like pink, n’ I fuckin hate pink.” he pulls at your dress, making you giggle.

“but you know what I do love? I love you,” he kisses your lips softly. “and I love you in pink, and you love me in black, and I don’t mind your music just how you don’t mind mine.” he kisses you cheeks. “and I love you, and I love you and I love you. I love you. they’re not my fuckin’ girlfriend, I don’t give a shit about what they think about you.” he cups your cheeks as you smile.

“your parents didn’t even like me at first, and your friends didn’t either. I remember that much,” he chuckled. “but yknow what? you love me, and I love you. right? you’re not goin cold on me?” he asks and you giggle, shaking your head. “exactly. I don’t care about that shit, at the end of the day, it’s us. me n you.”

“me and you.” you say softly, and he smiles. you rub the bandages over his knuckles lovingly, the bandages you had to put on him after the altercation with Christian, and you remember he did that because he loves you, and accepts you. “so it doesn’t bother you?” you ask once more.

“no baby,” he giggled. “I love it, bible study isn’t that bad. the grannies love me and I eat good, so i’m chillin. now take this off, please. I love you in bright colors.” he taps your knee before you stand, giving him one more kiss. “you love me,” you sigh in a smile, “I love you. so so much, i’ll be out there while you change, kay? let me know what you wanna put that back on,” he refers to your necklace, and you smile.

so you sat in his van, singing along to whatever was on the radio as he held your hand, glancing over you with a smile as you look out the window, your necklace glistening in the light.

I hope this was good enough i’m so sorry if it wasn’t!!! I enjoyed it though, it resided with me and past situations actually. hope u enjoyed, thank u sm for reading :3 love u, mwah mwah mwah!

taglist: @vanlisbon @sugarinte @monkeyfart @444rockstargf @bambi-horror @u1trear0tic @auggiethecreator @bluemercy2 @lankysimp @wonkinoo

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous smut #x black reader #lords of chaos #euronymous #lords of chaos smut #eurory prompt

[vargonautic]

just lads, bein pals, getting married n stuff

Adriàh and Oyu from one for my many unfinished original stories [fingerguns]

#'hey varg who the fuck are these' #WELL LEMME TELL YOU i barey know myself but im in love with them so #here they are #my boys.......... #pirate boys........ #SPACe PIrate LADS #when i learn how to read and write all write their story :> #anyway therye cute and do pirate things in space and kiss a lot #:D #elalavelladigitalart #space pirate boys #Oyu #Adriàh Tall

[euronymous-files]

Hey. Welcome to Euronymous Files.

  The reason behind this little project is to help counterweight the ongoing shitstorm created by few individuals, including Øystein's murderer and amplified and parroted back ad nauseam by his gang of brainless fanboys. For years we have witnessed people online spewing the same trite comments, unproven rumors and outright lies... I lost count of all the times I read stuff like "everybody hated Euronymous", declared with such dismissive tone, as if they had the printed list of all these "everybodies" ready at hand. Needless to say, when asked, none of them has ever been able to give a decent source: they would just get angrier, repeating "everybody knows" and feeling offended for being asked to prove their claims.

So... driven by respect for his life and work, not to mention some frustration and a good amount of lockdown-fueled boredom, I decided to disprove the idiots in a constructive way... by exploring the web to find interviews and quotes by people who knew him personally, as well as people who didn't but were inspired by him in some way. Not to prove that “nobody hated him”, but to prove that there are many people who still respect him and cherish great memories of him. I wish these people were louder than his haters, but it’s sadly the other way around.

It’s important that the information gathered in this blog gets around. People need to hear the other side of the story. Spread it. Reblog it, repost it, spam it relentlessly to your idiotic varg-loving friends, do whatever you want. Credit the original source rather than this blog, I don’t care: I’m anonymous for a good reason, this shit is not an ego trip. I’m on a mission.

I should also point out that I don't care for drama and I won't engage with his murderer's fanboys. This is not why this blog was created: it's an archive, not an open forum. Any user who will try and stir shit up with me will be blocked. I’m also kind of a bitch, in case you hadn't yet noticed... and old enough to have run out of patience for humanity before the turn of the century, which is likely even before many of you were born. So don’t go cry to mama if you annoy me and I bite back. That's it, thanks for coming to my TED talk. For more info, check out the F.A.Q. page.

Hail Euronymous

Hail Satan

E.  -------------------------------------- euronymous-files.tumblr.com

EDIT:

I also feel like I should add one thing and make it clear: if you believe that Oystein killed Pelle, first of all you can go fuck yourself, and second stay away from this blog, because here we share the truth, not some crackpot conspiracy theory born out of hate for someone you never knew. People like these are nothing but vultures, bored trolls, sterile haters and fangirls with too many hormones and too few neurons who don’t know what they’re talking about and whose crass ignorance can be easily spotted. People like these need to be called out, and I always will.  If you happen to read that kind of unfounded bullshit and accusations, by all means tell the author what you think but please don’t do them a favour by reblogging that crap. Don’t help them spread lies. 

#euronymous #oystein aarseth #mayhem #files #archive #black metal

[metalheadsforblacklivesmatter]

What do you think of metal elitists who claim to support Black Lives Matter, yet they'll condemn others for liking Avenged Sevenfold while they themselves like Burzum?

I think this is a good example of how posers will mimic a community to come off as "intimidating" with little consideration of the beliefs behind the culture they're copying.

The Metalhead culture, like punk culture in general, is about having a community where you feel safe being yourself. It's supposed to be a community that's accepting of everyone. Black people, Jewish people, women, etc. It IS NOT a community that gatekeeps anyone, but we WON'T support people that glorify violence against people based on race, religion, gender, or anything else they can't change. As I've said before. Punk culture is about fun for everyone, unless you're not for everyone.

Yet people mimic it because they think it's "edgy" and "intimidating", and that's poser shit.

I think of it a lot like this. You get these rich white boys that want to be "intimidating" so they appropriate Black culture and call it "gangster". That's poser shit, and it mimics, repeats, and reinforces harmful racial stereotypes. It completely disrespects Black Culture, and has no consideration for what Black Culture is.

Metalheads have to say "Hey, fuck off with that shit. We don't support fucking fascists." when they see another metalhead supporting fascists.

Just like when we see poser white kids appropriating Black culture, we have to say, "Hey, fuck off with that racist shit. You're making Black people look violent."

Because Metalheads should be a community where people feel safe to be their authentic selves, and if we don't let Fascists know that they aren't welcome here, they'll take that as an invitation. Fuck, the punk community is STILL fighting the ramifications of Nazis joining punk culture in World War 2. That's why punching Nazis is such a huge deal in the Punk community. Don't let them feel welcome.

You like Nickleback? Rock on!

You like Skullhead? Fuck off with that shit, or I'll make you fuck off.

-Fae

Thank you to @silentaugur for helping me talk through this and find the appropriate way to use white kids appropriating Black culture, without enforcing racial stereotypes.

Tl;Dr- Real metalheads wouldn't gatekeep someone for what they like, be it Nickleback or Avenged Sevenfold. They DEFINITELY wouldn't support a racist or antisemite.

If you're confused as to what Burzum did, here's the link.

Meanwhile, Avenged Sevenfold supports Black Lives Matter

#metalhead #punk #metal

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series PRT 25

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

TW: Antisemitic verbiage, hate speech

Oystein had gone to work the next few days trying not to smile so much. Y/n called the shop everyday and they talked for almost an hour. The others thought he was jerking off in his office because he kept locking the door. The last thing he needed was any of them getting suspicious or asking him too many questions about his private life.

Today was different though. She walked through the door with a smile on her face and a brown bag in hand, ignoring everyone else in the shop.

"Hey." Oystein couldn't help but smile looking at her.

"Hi, I brought you lunch." She held the bag up and he laughed.

"I didn't even order anything yet." Oystein looked in the bag and she rolled her eyes.

"As if you weren't going to order from us anyway." Y/n leaned on the countertop and Oystein leaned forward to steal a kiss.

"Thank you. You want to stay and eat with me?" He asked extending his hand. She nodded taking it and following him down stairs instead of to his office.

"Let me grab a drink." He had never taken her down to the Black Circle hangout. She waited in the doorway as he retrieved a coke and a beer from the fridge. She doesn't bother talking to any of the others. She keeps her eyes on Oystein but when Varg stands up, both their attention is turned to him.

"Aren't you a Jew?" Varg blurted.

"Excuse me?" Y/n responded.

"I was going to ask what your thoughts were on these church burnings but then I realized how disgustingly Jewish your last name was." Varg's words were dripping with disdain but everyone else remained silent.

"Back off Varg." Oystein crossed the room towards Y/n but she held up her hand letting him know she was okay.

"That's a lot of talk coming from a guy who had to change his name to fit into his own bullshit narrative." Y/n's words made some of the others look at Varg confused.

"You know, you have some nerve coming in here. You aren't one of us. You could never be apart of what we're creating." Varg seethed.

"You're hanging out in the basement of a record shop talking about idiots who burn buildings down as if that's going to overrun the faith of those people. Newsflash, dumbass...they're buildings. No one was praying in them anyway. They were all rundown and considered historical." Y/n argued.

Varg made a move towards Y/n and Oystein put his hand on his chest.

"I'm serious...back off." Oystein was stern making Varg grit his teeth.

"I don't care if you're fucking her or not. She doesn't belong down here. She clearly doesn't agree with things the Black Circle does so she needs to be gone...now." Varg locked eyes with Oystein and he knew how tense the situation was.

"You're fucking a Jewish chick?" One of the others asked.

"Who I fuck has nothing to do with any of you jerkoffs." Oystein spat.

"Then don't bring a kike in here!" Varg challenged.

"Trust me, I don't want to be in your black metal circle jerk-" Varg shoved Oystein and this time the room moved. Hellhammer stepped into Y/n's side and pulled her back into the hallway to get her out of the fray as Oystein and Varg started arguing. He escourted her back upstairs and he told her to stay in the office. When Hellhammer got back to the bottom of the steps, Oystein ran into him.

"Is she okay?" He asked in a rush.

"She's fine man...but he's right." Oystein looked offended but Hellhammer quickly explained.

"She's not safe around Varg. You know that. He's fucking crazy with that Nazi shit. You know I don't have a problem with her at all, just maybe keep her from downstairs." Hellhammer watched Oystein's face soften before giving him a nod. They both could hear the others talking about gassing her just a few steps below but Hellhammer put his hand on his shoulder.

"Fuck them. Just go eat lunch with your girlfriend man." Oystein continued up the steps thinking about what Hellhammer had just said. He hadn't actually talked to Y/n about being exclusive but he knew that he wasn't seeing anyone else. He could only assume she was only talking to him as well. He also made a great point about Varg.

For some reason, Y/n was able to get under his skin like no one he had ever seen before. It was scary. Oystein walked into his office and saw Y/n sitting in the chair in front of his desk.

"Are you okay?" He asked frowning. He sat across from her sitting the drinks down on the table. She nodded her head.

"Are you burning churches down Oystein?" She asked sounding exhausted. He let his head fall slightly and she sighed.

"Please tell me I'm not going to regret getting into this with you. I need to here, out of jail, not dead. I can't handle losing anyone else." She explained reaching out for his hands.

"I know. I don't want you to regret being with me. I want to give you a reason to be a proud girlfriend." Oystein tried making her laugh.

"You just trying to slip that in there huh?" She put her hand on his cheek and he gave her a soft smile.

"I'm sorry that the answer to your question is disappointing but I won't be involved moving forward. You have my word." Kissing her hand.

"Good because I'm not visiting my boyfriend in lock up." She smiled making him laugh.

"Wow you wouldn't visit me? Not even to sneak in some good food?" Oystein teased.

"Not even then. You'll have to tough it out but you'll definetly need to cut all that pretty hair if you have to do an extended stay." She ruffled Oystein's hair and he leaned over kissing her lips. The two of them heard the others being loud downstairs and he walked over to lock the door so they could enjoy their lunch together. This is the life Oystein never expected to love but sitting in a record shop that belonged to him, with the girl he loved, eating his favorite food...this is the life he never dreamed of but was damn happy to have.

In the back of his mind though, the fear of having someone so precious to him near people as violently motivated as Varg put him on edge. He had to keep Y/n safe from this world.

#R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x Y/n #Film: Lords of Chaos #Alkaline #Alkaline Series #One shot series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #25/35

[dykecassidy]

varg

hey thats your boy

Sexuality Headcanon: man who knows at this point. the one that lines up with tiger. Gender Headcanon: man. who the fuck knows. whatevers fun that day. A ship I have with said character: literally the only good one is tiger/varg. thats it. husbands only zone. A BROTP I have with said character: oh, beef. its a one sided brotp but. yknow. A NOTP I have with said character: none, actually. now that i think about it.  A random headcanon: i know its canon but. but he has fluffy little deer tail.  General Opinion over said character: a bastard. terrible. horrid little man, but hes fuck tall. i love him.

#ask #thank u #commandermeouch

[madokasoratsugu]

i thought of a cindphenon au i honestly dk what to do with: ceo lucette is "kidnapped" by 16yo varg on his summer vacation bc his local museum's ghost (who's his great great great great etc granddad) apparently cant move on unless he knows that the royal family (that lucette's a descendant of) is safe

ft. fritz as very confused ghost, varg "stole his dad's car to drive to the next town and kidnap the most influential figure there" leverton, lucette "im a 35yo ceo but this is my life now i guess" britton, and waltz as varg's best friend who kickstarted it all bc of his weird obsession w history

also ft. : myth as the exasperated museum curator who just wants these fucking teens to stop breaking in, rumpel as the too enthusiastic librarian who unknowingly enables waltz, and karma as lucette's secretary and definitely egging waltz on whenever everyone is on group call

rod is just another fellow student who gets dragged into keeping secrets bc waltz cant and wont shut up about his findings !! hey what the fuck random stranger who has the last name widdensov !!! dyk youre related to the royal family too !!

man i just want varg to eat a hamburger tbh

#cinderella phenomenon #cinderella phenomenon visual novel #bluh bluh text

[markmichaud4-blog]

Momoyo - South Shore R&M Exclusive Interview with Johnnie & Devin

They both look relaxed and happy as they both sit in overstuffed chairs in the lounge of the local recording studio in West Babylon. It’s the last day of September, and Johnnie, along with his band Momoyo are in the recording studio working on new material for their sophomore record “As a Ghost”. While the rest of Johnnie and Devin’s bandmates are out in town, they just wanna kick back and chat.

Released in November of 2018, Like a Flower, Momoyo’s debut album sold over 700 records since its release. The band had just got off tour last month, playing shows and promoting their new EP “The Heroin Sessions” which came out this past July. Their new record, “As a Ghost”, is set to be released sometime in November. 

HOW DID YOU HOOK UP WITH THE OTHER GUYS IN THE BAND?

Johnnie: Well, it started out in spring of last year. My old band had just dissolved and I was starting to become musically, I don’t know- I just knew I needed to make music. I called my friend Terry up and he was like, hey, I got these three guys in Wading River looking for a singer and you might be the right fit for them. I got their demo in the mail the next day on like a fuckin’- cassette tape, and after it took me an entire day to figure out how to record over it I ad-libbed the lyrics and had it ready by midnight. Sent it back to them and I was the vocalist of the band before the sun had time to set again. 

WHAT WAS THE PROCESS OF YOUR FIRST TWO PROJECTS, ERIRI AND BLUE LIKE?

Johnnie: Eriri was the original demo tape I just talked about. It was also the original name of the band, so when we put it up on bandcamp we decided the name was more suitable than just “Demo Tape”. “Blue” was our first real, like, album I guess, although it wasn’t recorded in the traditional way. It was just live rehearsals of songs I wrote we mixed and mastered with the DAT’s.

Devin: We were originally gonna have more songs on “Blue” because we compiled the songs from two 4-track cassette recordings, but two of the songs corrupted completely and we couldn’t use them, so it just became a six track EP.

WHAT WERE THE TWO SONGS THAT COULDN’T BE RELEASED?

Devin: Ironically enough, they were both covers. One was “Still Remains” by Stone Temple Pilots and the other was “Bankrupt on Selling” from Modest Mouse.

WHAT ABOUT YOUR SELF TITLED EP? 

Johnnie: Same thing as Blue. Just live rehearsals of three B-side songs that we knew weren’t gonna make it on the album. They were recorded during our pre-production sessions, actually.

WHAT WAS RELEASING LIKE A FLOWER LIKE? HOW LONG DID IT TAKE YOU GUYS TO PUT THAT RECORD TOGETHER?

Johnnie: We started working on songs for Like a Flower in May of last year, so really only six months. Releasing my first ever professional record was pretty crazy. We had songs actually played on the radio the night it was released.

Devin: Yeah, some local radio station found our stuff under the “just released” section on bandcamp and played “Maybe” on it. I remember everyone in the band freaking the fuck out once we found out, meanwhile Johnnie was on his phone the whole time. We all looked at him like, “isn’t this awesome, dude?” and even though he seemed super down he was actually texting his girlfriend in all caps about it. [Laughs]

CAN I ASK WHAT SOME OF THE SONGS ON LIKE A FLOWER ARE ABOUT?

Johnnie: Well, some of the most notable ones with stories would be “To Lose Control”, “Where I Belong”, and “Like a Flower”. “To Lose Control” was written about my friend Sean who passed away in a car accident a few years ago. “Where I Belong” is about my own acceptance of death at one point and the visualizations of not being able to, I don’t know- come back to life I guess. It’s kind of like, what my thoughts are before and after I die. “Like a Flower” is about my struggles with my past relationship which turned out to be extremely traumatizing.

SO I TAKE IT THAT ALL OF YOUR SONGS ARE SINCERE AND AREN’T JUST STORIES? 

Johnnie: Yes, I don’t like the idea of making up a character and writing as them for the sake of writing a song. I like to write about my own experiences; experiences and feelings I’ve had that have an impact on me still to this day. I’m a very, uh, emotional and affectionate person. It’s easy for me to hurt, and I still carry it within these songs. 

IS THERE ANYTHING ON THE ALBUM YOU WISH YOU COULD REDO?

Devin: We both regret changing some last minute things due to overthinking, like the riff on “Wake” and just some stuff in mixing we could’ve done better.

Johnnie: The riff in Wake is definitely one. There’s also some songs I wish we would’ve swapped out for other ones, but, what’s done is done, you know?

WHAT WAS TOURING THIS PAST SUMMER LIKE?

Devin: It was awesome, to be honest. Playing my first outdoor shows with hundreds of people in the crowd is something I won’t ever forget. 

Johnnie: Yeah, I loved it, even though they drove me fuckin’ insane the whole time. But I loved playing shows with people like Jimmy from Vasoline Trip and Aaron from Decrep(itude). I think my favorite part of the whole tour was covering Dead & Bloated with VT and being able to sing that intro through a damn megaphone. 

YOUR LATEST RELEASE, THE HEROIN SESSIONS WAS VERY DARK AND VISCERAL IN NATURE. WHAT’S THE STORY BEHIND IT?

Johnnie: Well, I’ve been going through a lot of fucked up shit lately. Fucked up enough I’ve gotten myself in bouts of drug abuse and whatnot, totally not cool by the way. I wrote those three songs at probably the highest and lowest points of my life, which I had hit in maybe days of each other. I told the boys, I was like “I need to get these songs recorded.” We rehearsed them, but it sounded too light and clean for what they actually meant. So, I unleashed my inner Varg Vikernes and dug up old equipment like a broken wired Beta58a and soundboard, along with a bunch of old interfaces so everything just sounded fucked up and heavy. I got myself high and recorded those songs on whatever shit I had at the time just so I could get the same intensity.

Devin: Not the whole story, by the way. He also got naked and carved his wrists up with pieces of a glass bottle he broke in the booth before recording them. He made a fuckin’ mess, it was brutal.

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE SACRAMENTO INCIDENT?

Johnnie: [Laughs], yeah we can talk about that. We flew out to help support our friends in Maliciously Unstable. I was in a really bad state of mind to begin with, and Sacramento is a place I was dreading of going to for reasons I can’t say. After the show, someone in our circle who’s like a fuckin’ fiend came up to me and was like, “Hey, you wanna do speedball?” and I said “fuck yeah”. I was in the hospital being treated for a cocaine, heroin and morphine overdose about six hours later. Bad stuff, man.

WHAT ARE THE CURRENT PLANS FOR THE BAND NOW?

Devin: Really to just get this fucking album out on time. I will say though, we are ahead of schedule and doing a great job so far.

Johnnie: We’re gonna get this album done, play the promo show somewhere hopefully nearby, mix and master it and hopefully have it done in time for the release next month. After that, oh, who fuckin’ knows?

WHO WERE SOME OF YOUR INFLUENCES GROWING UP?

Devin: For me, personally, Joey Jordison is my biggest idol. He always has been since I was little.

Johnnie: This is kind of a sad list, but Chester Bennington, Scott Weiland, Mitch Lucker, Chris Cornell, Fenriz and Corey Taylor would have to be my main ones. I grew up idolizing all of them; they’re all someone I wish I could be when I’m older. Chester will always be my number 1 though. Always has been.

HOW DO THE COMPARISONS TO HIM MAKE YOU FEEL?

Johnnie: I honestly don’t know. It’s probably the best compliment I could get, but at the same time, it makes it seem like I go out of my way to sound like him.

WHAT CAN WE EXPECT ON YOUR NEXT RECORD COMING UP?

Johnnie: If Like a Flower made you sad, this next album will fuck you up, man. I didn’t hold back at all. Some of the songs on this record could’ve killed me if they wanted to.

ANY CHANCE I COULD HEAR ANYTHING BEFORE IT’S RELEASED?

Devin: Well, the three songs on the Heroin Sessions are gonna be on this next record, and our studio deadline is the 11th of November. I’m sure we’ll get you something early.

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I wanna thank both Devin and Johnnie for taking their time out of their day to talk with me about their music. I can’t wait to hear their new album and what it beholds, and I wish them the best! Let me know who you want to interview next by e-mailing me or sending me a direct message.

[nothingman]

Recently, Profound Lore Records announced a new 12-inch EP from Disma, an American death metal band that’s existed for well over a decade. The band’s frontman Craig Pillard is considered a pioneer of the genre due to his work in Incantation, one of the early innovators in New York City’s death metal scene. He is also considered a fucking Nazi.

Sturmführer’s Ich Kämpfe album cover

Outside of Pillard’s main gig, he has a solo project called Sturmführer, a name derived from the paramilitary rank within the Nazi army that best translates to “assault leader.” Under the Sturmführer name, Pillard has released records that feature swastikas in the artwork and are put out on labels like Satanic Skinhead Propaganda—an imprint that, before closing in 2013, handled records by other metal bands that traffic in overt racism. But by becoming part of the Profound Lore fold, Pillard is no longer just on the cultural fringes. And his involvement there says something striking about modern metal’s ongoing Nazi problem.

Profound Lore, along with labels like Southern Lord, specializes in some of the most progressive, interesting metal being made today. Glance over its discography and you’ll find releases that rarely adhere to one sound but often push boundaries—be it Full Of Hell’s abrasive noise-metal, Krallice’s experimental black metal, or even Dälek’s off-kilter hip-hop. Come March, you’ll also find the new album from Pallbearer, a Georgia metal band with potential to be a huge, Mastodon-style crossover act. If so, it could similarly bring more mainstream exposure to Profound Lore, which only makes the label’s seeming lack of an ethical line all the more troubling.

If Disma were an isolated incident, it’d be easy to chalk up its signing as an outlier. But Profound Lore has, time and again, supported artists lacking any moral compass. After Cobalt kicked out its vocalist, Phil McSorley, for making homophobic and sexist statements on the Facebook page of his other band Recluse, it then welcomed Lord Mantis’ Charlie Fell into the band. Unfortunately, Lord Mantis had released the infamous Death Mask, an album featuring controversial cover art (drawn by the similarly provocative Jef Whitehead) that was labeled as transphobic. When confronted about it in interviews, Fell shrugged it off by saying he sees all people as “laughing, eating, smoking, dick sucking, cum loving, piss-in-the-mouth monkeys.” It seemed Cobalt had merely swapped one ill for another.

Deathkey’s Hammer Of Aryan Terror album cover

But metal’s ongoing problem with bigotry extends well beyond Profound Lore and its roster. Black metal pioneers Mayhem spent this past winter touring with Inquisition, a critical darling who’s also been lumped in with the white power movement. Most of those accusations stem from frontman Jason “Dagon” Weirbach, whose side project, 88MM, boasts a name that alludes to the preferred artillery of Germans in World War II—and even more symbolically, evokes the “88” code employed by neo-Nazis, as a stand-in for “Heil Hitler” (“H” being the eighth letter of the alphabet). 88MM also once released a song titled “14 Showerheads, 1 Gas Tight Door” on the Satanic Skinhead compilation Declaration Of Anti-Semetic Terror, and it once released a split with Satanic Skinhead’s founder, “Antichrist Kramer,” who has a well-documented history of association with openly racist and anti-Semitic bands preaching fascism and ethnic cleansing. Put it all together, and you’d make a reasonable case that—at the very least—Weirbach has a real blind spot when it comes to cultural sensitivity. You might also accuse Weirbach of being a fucking Nazi himself.

Plenty of people did just that in 2014, after Decibel ran an interview with Daniel Gallant, a one-time Canadian skinhead who abandoned the movement and has since worked to expose the tactics used by white power groups. Gallant says that, while driving a tour bus for Inquisition, Weirbach and drummer Thomas “Incubus” Stevens both gushed over his swastika tattoo (which he’s since had removed), with Gallant claiming Stevens even talked about his own beliefs in white supremacy. In a separate interview with Decibel, Weirbach denied he had any Nazi associations—“I’m not a Nazi,” he said flatly—though he had a slightly more muddled response when asked how he would describe his reaction to seeing Gallant’s tattoo, as well as to what it represented:

I can honestly tell you that I never flat-out said I thought it was a horrible thing, or that I was against it, but never did I say I was with it and that I believed in it. What I have always told people is I understand it. I understand that when you look at history and what was happening at the time, whenever you put yourself in everybody else’s shoes—and if you’re smart enough, and you have... maybe common sense is not the word, but you have an understanding of why things happen in history and in humanity the way they do, it doesn’t matter how ugly it is to you or how great. It’s simple physics. It’s nature. Things happen. Earthquakes happen. You know? Bad, good—things happen.

Echoing this “hey, shit and Holocausts happen” attitude, Weirbach similarly shrugged off whether he might be attracting Nazi fans with his music (“[If] they like the music we’re doing, then they like it”), as well as any questions about Kramer:

If I knew he was a white supremacist, truly, would I work with him? Well, there’s a fine line, because even though Inquisition is not a white supremacist band, it gets into the area of, well, here’s a friend who may have evolved into something that is not my business, but now is working for the band. So, for the band, of course, I would not have worked with him. We would not have… it would have been very difficult. It would have affected maybe our friendship or something, because people don’t like being judged, even though ironically we’re talking about everybody judging each other.

Amid all this prevaricating, Weirbach said he also believed Kramer couldn’t be a white supremacist because he had a black friend, defended his signing with the German label No Colours because “it was the only reputable label in the underground willing to sign us,” and claimed that his sampling of Hitler speeches in his music was “neutral,” seeing as, come on, he’d also sampled the line “Hitler is dead.” The No Colours affiliation is notable given that it’s often regarded as a National Socialist black metal label (NSBM, for short), having released records by bands like Absurd, the band responsible for the murder of Sandro Beyer, later putting Beyer’s grave on an album cover and seeing member Hendrik Möbus describe Beyer as a “leftist faggot.” All told, despite his saying “I’m not a Nazi,” the interview did little to clear up the lingering question of whether Weirbach and Inquisition are, in fact, Nazis, or whether they merely flirt with Nazism for shock value like so many other assholes on the internet right now (and, in some cases, in the White House). Because you can say you’re not a Nazi all you like, but repeated actions to the contrary are far more indicative of the truth.

Weirbach’s tourmates in Mayhem have a similar history of harboring some disgusting views, though these have long been given a pass because of the band’s legendary status—and also because it is riddled with clearly insane people. Still, its almost cartoonish extremity doesn’t excuse stuff like drummer Jan Axel Blomberg, better known as Hellhammer, saying this in black metal history book Lords Of Chaos: “I’ll put it this way, we don’t like black people here. Black metal is for white people.” Nor does it give him a pass on his championing Emperor drummer, Bård Guldvik Eithun (known as “Faust”), in the documentary Until The Light Takes Us for killing “a fucking faggot.” Then there’s Varg Vikernes, the poster boy for racist metalheads, who played in Mayhem before he murdered its guitarist Euronymous, and a man who has openly propagated Nazi ideology—and has even been convicted of inciting racial hatred against Jews and Muslims.

Marduk’s Frontschwein album cover

While Vikernes is an extreme example, many of these black metal musicians—as well as their fans—tend to adopt Weirbach’s attitude that adopting Nazi imagery is purely an aesthetic choice, one that comes with the sort of implicit air quote that’s become all the more recognizable beyond the music scene. As Stereogum’s Doug Moore pointed out in a recent column, many of these attitudes read like the defenses of 4chan “edgelords,” whose own spreading of gas chamber and “greedy Jew” GIFs are just their way of being provocative—“shit-posting” the world, hoping to trigger a few normies. For some black metal fans, the offensiveness is just as easily dismissed as part of the package, and if you’re triggered by it, that just means it worked. Moore notes that a recent San Francisco show shut down by protests over Swedish black metal band Marduk—a group that’s demonstrated a two-decades-long fascination with Nazism—was just a blip in an otherwise-unimpeded tour in front of fans who, if they’re not embracing that, tend to rationalize it away. For the most part, those within the black metal community seem to shrug that it’s all just inherent to the art.

Granted, it’s already easy to regard black metal as being a purely fringe interest, appealing to just a select few anyway. It’s intense, jarring music that can also be totally goofy, and it doesn’t garner a quarter of the press that bands like Metallica and Mastodon pull. Still, black metal’s Nazi problems just represent the most radical, unabashed expression of a bigotry that bubbles under even crossover acts within the broader genre. Deafheaven guitarist Kerry McCoy used homophobic slurs on Twitter before his band enjoyed crossover success (which was all swept under the rug once the group became favorites of the press). Even Slayer’s Tom Araya recently went after “snowflakes” while offering up some gay slurs (the brief controversy over which hasn’t seemed to affect its booking a tour alongside the politically charged Lamb Of God).

And when metal musicians do get punished for saying and doing deplorable shit, it’s usually comparably light—and quickly forgotten. Pantera’s Phil Anselmo having a festival appearance by his band Down canceled after he yelled “White power!” and threw up a Nazi salute on stage led to a self-flagellating apology video and a Rolling Stone interview where he tried to refute decades worth of racism accusations, but ultimately did little to damage his current career. Disma was only kicked off the Maryland Deathfest and Chaos In Tejas line-ups after other bands threatened to drop out; meanwhile, it’s promised more live dates this year to back up its Profound Lore release. As for Inquisition, it seems posing next to a swastika flag and working with known white supremacists is fine so long as you give an interview where you say you’re just interested in, like, exploring all the world’s political philosophies.

But at a time when fascism and Nazism aren’t just things kids play with for shock value—when they are, hard as it is to believe, actual growing concerns here in America and abroad—metal bands should no longer get a pass on this stuff. Yes, Motorhead’s Lemmy collected Nazi memorabilia and even David Bowie flirted with fascist imagery. Yet neither of them were releasing songs called “Crush The Jewish Prophet,” nor were they commissioning album artwork from known white supremacists. There’s an important difference between extremism for art’s sake and art that actually promotes extremism. Metal’s tight-knit community would only be strengthened by kicking out those members who are hurting what has become such an increasingly progressive form of music with such ugly and regressive views. And wouldn’t it be nice if they could pick up a record about death, violence, and apocalyptic doom without also worrying they’re supporting a bunch of racists?

via A.V. Club

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