#tchort

[ancient-qveen]

Terje "Tchort" Schei in EMPEROR (1993)

theres not too many solo pictures of tchort from his time in emperor unfortunately. All of the pics above except the 7th are from emperor era 1993.

And here's a couple excerpts from Black Metal: Evolution of the Cult book. I knew that Tchort was charged for assault but not the details. And I didnt know about his firstborn? :(

there's more tchort in group pics here

[princess-lvcifer]

This photo is insane on so many levels...

[child0feden]

gorgeous men, truly just absolutely gorgeous men…

[wakeupandsmellthecarcass]

He's the guitarist of the 3rd attempt now♡

Carpathian Forest, Tchort @ Blastfest Bergen 2014

[freyamiwc]

very close to turning this into an account where i write fanfiction and hcs..

maybe im just lonely and need a man (cough, cough, the guy five rows infront of me when i saw slipknot last night)

[funeral-division]

💋MISSING YOU💋

Pairing: Vegard Ihsahn x Fem!Reader

Synopsis After coming to the terms that your boyfriend will be leaving for 4 days due to a gig, you try to beg him to stay which eventually leads to a passionate time spent in the bedroom

Warning/s: No use of Y/N, brief angst, smut, fluff, mention of pet names in Norsk, p in v, implied breeding kink, mention of drinking, reader's first time, slight degradation, squirting.

"Please!" You plead up innocently, tugging on his shirt. Ihsahn looks into your eyes. His gaze grows dark with frustration as he sighs.

“We have discussed this princess. The road is no place for a beautiful woman like you.” He grabs you by the arm and pulls you back against him. Ihsahn cups your face with slender fingers, drawing you into a passionate kiss. “You don’t understand how much I would love to have you with me on the road. But this city is too dangerous for a beauty like you love, you wouldn’t be safe.”

"But you'll be with me" Ihsahn kisses you again, gently running his thumb down your cheek.

"You are quite hard to argue with, you know that? But you still can’t come along. You need to keep yourself safe. I’ll buy you a souvenir from Oslo.”

"I don't want a souvenir, I want to be with you!" He sighs heavily once more, releasing you from his grip.

“As much as I would love to take you with me, you have to accept that you cannot. Oslo is filled with the most wretched scum and villainy in all of Europe. They’d tear you apart the moment they laid eyes on you love. Just look into a mirror, you’re too beautiful for them.” His voice grows softer and almost remorseful. “And I won’t endanger someone so precious.”

You stare up with the most dejected expression whilst he wraps his arms around you, trying to soothe you.

“I’m sorry. You’ll understand someday. Oslo is filled with drugs. People that use them, deal them. There are pimps, and criminals, and murderers. I know you don’t want to believe that, and I hope you never have to. But for now, I need you stay safe love.”

"Who's gonna give me snuggles..?" You stare up, tears welling up inside your eyes. His lips curl into a wry smile.

“How can I resist that, huh?” Pulling you against him, Ihsahn gives you another kiss on the lips. “I’ll make it up to you when I get back love, okay?” He leans down, gently pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

“I’ll bring you home something from Oslo to show my love for you. Something nice, just for my beautiful, precious love. I think I’m leaving you with enough cash to get by in the meantime too, right love?” Ihsahn presses kisses all over your face. “Will you wait for me, my dear?”

"But I wanna be with you.." His tone grows a bit more stern, perhaps trying to teach his young girlfriend a lesson.

“This is the real world princess, there are things that you want but can’t have. I’m sorry I can’t take you with me. You have to accept that. Now, will you wait for me?” You just remain quiet and motionless, sniffling sadly with your head lowered. Ihsahn reaches into his trouser pocket, pulling out a wad of Norwegian kroner.

“Here’s some money. Enough to get you some food if you get hungry.” He cups your face and smiles. “I’ll be back before you know it my love. But promise me you won’t do anything stupid while I’m away. I don’t want to see you in any danger. Be good while I’m gone, okay princess?”

"But you still have 15 minutes!" You call out desperately once you see him try to turn away and head to the van. Faust watching with a sympathetic smile, Samoth smoking a cigarette and Tchort checking the equipment.

"You’re insatiable love, aren’t you?" Giving you a pat on the head with an amused chuckle, he holds you close under his arm. “Come with me my dear, I have one last gift for you before I go.”

You follow your love into his room. He pushes back his leather-bound journals on his writing desk, unearthing an expensive, jet black Gibson. He runs his fingers lightly over the fretboard and strings, as if he’s caressing the skin of an angel itself.

“This was my first guitar love. I don’t play it often anymore, but I keep it close to me. Here.” He places the guitar into your arms. “Keep this safe for me love. Don’t ever let it out of your sight.”

You coo up, holding the guitar tightly, as he catches your pleading yet innocent expression. Ihsahn sighs, a warm smile curls on his lips as he presses a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Alright, you win. Here’s a few more.” He plants a flurry of kisses on your face, each more passionate, and deeper than the last. “That should be enough kisses to hold you over, right love?”

"You have the most adorable little pout, you know that?" Gently taking your chin, Ihsahn smiles adoringly at you. "The most beautiful woman in the world can’t handle waiting for her boyfriend. Do you think you can be a good girl while I’m gone?"

You coo out sadly, looking down before he sighs and sets you on the soft covers of the bed.

“Don’t be like that now love.” Taking your face in his hands, he presses a flurry of kisses on your face, neck, and all the way down your chest. Once he is finished he gives you a playful squeeze. “Good girls get their reward. You’ll get mine when I get back, okay princess?”

"But.. please" You put a little hand to his chest in desperation, staring up with a pained look.

“Please what love? Are my kisses and affection not enough for you? I’ve already promised you a reward when I get back, and an expensive gift. What more could you possibly want?”

"Please" You sniffle up again, this time slightly tugging on his band shirt and leather jacket, the many chain necklaces and spikes clinking together.

“Alright, you win. I’m starting to run out of time anyways, and it seems my love for this adorable, beautiful, and very persuasive girl can’t satisfy her.” He gently pushes you down onto the mattress beneath you, his lips locking with yours. “I’ll give you two more gifts. My touch, and myself.”

You let out a small squeal, momentarily forgetting about your sadness as your back hits the mattress with a soft thud, arms immediately travelling to cling to his shoulders.

“You’re so warm love. So sweet, and pure. It’s a shame to leave you for a few days. But that will make the reward for a good girl that much sweeter, huh?” His voice grows deeper, his kisses and touch more passionate. Ihsahn runs his hand along your side, squeezing gently at your waist.

Ihsahn kisses your collarbone, and your neck. The way he touches you feels so genuine, so passionate, so pure. You can feel the love in his motions as he kisses down to your chest. Your boyfriend slowly slides you out of your shirt, and his tongue glides up your chest as you arch your back reflexively.

"Remember when we first met?" You giggle up breathlessly. Ihsahn chuckles warmly, his eyes half-lidded with passion.

“I will never forget the moment I met an angel. My first thought was ‘I wonder how she tastes’."

He moved a little closer, feeling the heat of the room and the alcohol intoxication slowly penetrating the body.

"I think you're very pretty and interesting.... May I have you for myself tonight and we talk in more private space?.." He moved a little closer, feeling the heat of the room and the alcohol intoxication slowly penetrating the body.

His voice sounded seductive, but also slightly nervous, as if he suddenly had a rush of hormones that he couldn't even resist. Despite his seemingly confident image, he remained just a shy teenager.

"I don't really fuck with people" You murmur, clearly out of it. Eyes dazed and glassy, just like a porcelain doll.

Vegard's smile quickly disappeared, his hand was still on your shoulder, but now his eyes looked at you with a slightly sad expression, but with all this he was able to calm his hormones and hide them into a "box"

He slightly lowered his head, now looking into your eyes. He was just about to pull his hand away when he realized something.

"And who exactly did you say that you didn't "fuck" with?" His voice sounded a little more serious, but that was his hormones talking.

You just stare up tiredly whilst batting your lashes. Smiling idiotically you sway shyly with your hands by your sides before flat out fainting.

Vegard barely managed to catch your body as you lost your balance, quickly carrying you away to the other room to put you on the nearest couch.

He was shocked by such a sudden situation, as all of his romantic fantasies and plans were shattered in a second, and he simply wanted to just lie down and die. However, he wasn't exactly about this. Vegard was smart and knew what to do in this situation.

"Hey! Hey!" He started patting you on the cheeks, kneeling down to meet you at your level. He was getting really nervous, not knowing if he should do something like "mouth-to-mouth" or not.

But, after all, he was afraid of giving you this intimate contact, so that only his hands were caressing your cheeks and talking to you to make you come to your senses.

"Darling, what the hell happened to you? Come on, wake up!" It's not until you let out an almost snort like sound, tossing does he calm down and stare at you with an almost dumbfounded expression.

Seeing how easily you began to sleep in an unfamiliar place and in the hands of an unfamiliar person, Vegal felt a strange sense of calmness like never before in his life. Sitting down next to you on the couch, he decided not to move from his place, and at the same time, he simply leaned his back on the back of the sofa, waiting for you to awake.

Vegard could not believe that he had managed to meet you by luck. He felt like this was the most beautiful and interesting person he had ever seen, which made something inside of his soul to burn.

He decided to be bolder and started holding your hand. He really wanted to feel you closer. His breathing was heavy, he closed his eyes, feeling a rush of hormones, and a slight feeling of happiness. In silence, he sat and just held your hand in his warm embrace.

His mind filled with the purest fantasies: a pleasant atmosphere, just you and him, slow music, and maybe some delicious food. He just wanted to hug you tight and not let go, to know that you are with him. His heart began to beat faster, he took a couple of shaky breaths, but continued to cling to your hand.

You were an angel...

"Ihsahn!" You snap him out his trance before he grins and deeply thrusts into you, causing a lewd squeal to part your lips. He chuckles at your sweet expression before pushing all of him in.

"That enough to last for 4 days?" He patronisingly pouts before hearing your soft whines of pain and immediately switching to an expression of concern. "Darling? Are you okay?"

"First time" You sniffle up and he mentally smacks himself. He lets you adjust to him, softly coaxing you down with sweet kisses.

"You okay, min kjærlighet?" He murmurs softly before he watches your pained expression morph into one of pleasure. His grin slowly widens pounding into you, and watching sweet giggles and gasps escape your lips as you cling tight to his chest.

You clench down like a vice, babbling incoherently as you look up with your glassy and unfocused eyes. He chuckles softly, kissing your forehead.

"Slow down, min kjære, jeg ikke forstår" He murmurs lowly into your ear as he watches you get all shy and red around him speaking his native tongue.

"STOP" You squeal out and he giggles devilishly before snapping his hips and watching you whine and strain out as you clench around him and cum quickly.

"I didn't know you were a squirter" He grins playfully before tucking you in bed with food, a blanket and medicine for your stomach.

"Goodbye, min engel, I'll be back before you know it" he watches you drift off to sleep before smiling sweetly to himself and going outside to the van.

"Min engel?" Faust snickers as soon as he gets to the van. They all heard it, obviously. However, no one said anything.

"Just shut up and drive" Faust rolls his eyes and places one hand on the gear stick and the other on the steering wheel.

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Date: 06/01/2025

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Signed: @Funeral-division

[mck160604]

More tchort!

What is going on?? Tumblr keep rearranging it!

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Lakeside Light - A Samoth/Reader One Short Story.

I'm in my long haired men era, besties. Also, the creativity is coming back with a boom, it seems. Another bit of (early 1990's) Samoth smut for my babes to enjoy, the other guys in Emperor get a brief mention, too. Inc. Faust being a little demon, because he has that vibe about him!

Words - 2,985

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“What do you call four black metal musicians lost in a forest?” 

Ihsahn is the first to turn back and look at you, shrugging with a small snort of laughter. “I give up. What do you call four black metal musicians lost in a forest?” 

“Emperor.” 

Your joke has them all laughing hard, Faust then turning, gesturing all around with a small flourish of his arms. “We are not lost! I know exactly where we are.”  

“You said that ten minutes ago, and we are still no closer to where we began,” Samoth speaks, the tall, impossibly attractive man stationed at your side. He then turns to you, giving you a soft nudge with his elbow. “It is a good job I at least know exactly where we are. Him? Broken compass.” 

“I heard that,” the broken compass throws back over his shoulder. 

“You were supposed to.”  

They hired you to take their pictures out here. The comedy of their rapport with one another is a very welcome addition. Not all of the bands you’ve ever been tasked to photograph have been quite so friendly. These young guys, they don’t take themselves as seriously as some of their contemporaries you could name, but for professionality's sake, will not.  

“You don’t live too far from here, do you?” you ask, falling back into conversation with him. He was the one who first reached out to seek your services, and all throughout the day, he has been the one you’ve gravitated toward as well. That gravitational pull? Entirely mutual.  

He points to a slightly higher cluster of trees in the middle distance, the evergreens thickly frosted with a liberal dusting of snow. “My house is just through there. Small place, but it’s nice. There’s a beautiful lake about fifteen minutes away from it. You should take some pictures around there, too.” 

“Not today, man,” Faust speaks, his ears picking up on your chatter. “My fucking balls are frozen.” 

“Didn’t mean of us, I think she’s got enough already.” Turning to you, his expression is questioning. “If you’ve nowhere else to be today, I could take you there?” 

“Tomas, stop trying to get in her underwear.”  

Faust and his mouth. You’ve a feeling it’s a regular occurrence. Smiling, he laughs softly through his nose, shaking his head while running a hand through his silky locks, his cheeks pinking a little. “I’ll push him off a cliff, one of these days. It’s only because he’s a decent drummer that’s prevented me so far. Yappy bastard.” 

You’re actually a little disappointed that your time with these guys is coming to an end, the hilarity of them bantering with one another especially, but getting to extend that time with the one who’s caught your eye the most? You’d be a fool to refuse. Besides, with your photographer’s eye ever roving, keen to capture as much of the natural beauty of the area as possible, it’s truly an opportunity you cannot refuse. 

“Sure, sounds great.” 

A wolf whistle then sounds from ahead. “Hey, make sure you use a condom,” Faust speaks, turning to point at his bandmate with a wicked grin. “You don’t know where he’s been, but we do!” 

More laughter abounds, Ihsahn and Tchort clutching their sides as they double over. Samoth is far from impressed. 

If there was a nearby cliff, you feel Faust be sailing straight off it about now. All jokes aside, you return to your cars after a further ten minutes of trudging, the other three getting into the one driven by Ihsahn, Samoth, or rather Tomas, as he insists you call him, climbing into yours.  

“Go about three kilometres up this road, then turn left at the white houses,” he speaks, warming his hands as the heater radiates into life. “Mine is the one with the black door.” 

You have to wonder how remote it is, to be able to identify the house simply as the one with the black door, but once you arrive, you see why. The small side road contains only five little houses, his the second one along.  

“Leave your car here, you can’t drive to the lake,” he smiles, glancing at you as he steps out of the car. “Trust me, it’s worth the walk.” 

Following him, you can't help but admire the tranquillity of the place. The air is even crisper and clearer, carrying the scent of pine and fresh snow somehow more intensely perfumed there than up in the thick of the forest. He’s very lucky to live so close to this, you think, the city dweller in you experiencing a little pang of envy.  

He leads the way down the narrow path, occasionally turning his head to make sure you're keeping up. His confidence in navigating this terrain is apparent, and you find yourself appreciating his ease in the natural surroundings. 

“You’ve got a good eye for locations,” you comment, trying to match his long stride. 

“Thanks,” he replies, his voice warm. “I spend a lot of time down here. It’s my escape from everything.” 

It doesn’t take long before the trees part, revealing a picturesque lake, its partially frozen surface illuminated brightly under the afternoon sun. You pause for a moment, taking in the breathtaking view, the peacefulness of the scene a stark contrast to the lively banter of the band you so enjoyed earlier.  

“Wow, this is beautiful,” you say, setting down your camera bag. 

Tomas smiles, clearly pleased with your reaction. “I thought you’d like it. Ready to take some more photos?” 

You nod, already mentally framing the perfect shots. As you begin to set up your camera with a different lens, you can’t shake the feeling that this day has turned into something quite different from your initial expectations. After all, the man who you’re accompanied by is yet to truly tear his eyes away from you. 

Aiming your camera, you capture a few shots, turning to zoom in over where the surface of the lake has thawed a little, the water shimmering like a cluster of jewels bobbing across the surface. He stands quietly to your side while watching you work, a soft smile playing on his lips as he observes your dedication to your craft. 

"Do you always get this absorbed in your photography?" he asks, his tone genuinely curious. 

"It’s hard not to," you reply, adjusting the focus. "Capturing moments like this... it’s always exciting for me, to find new and beautiful things to photograph." You can’t help yourself then, raising your camera to click a couple more, but not of the lake. Of him. 

He drops his head momentarily, his face partially hidden behind his long curtain of brown and blonde-streaked hair. With the sun backlighting his handsome features perfectly, you know it’ll make for a captivating photograph. “Don’t think a woman has ever referred to me as beautiful before.” Looking back up at you again, the intensity of his stare has your stomach fluttering pleasantly. God, those eyes are so blue.  

“I could have used many other adjectives.” A smirk teases your lips, very pleased with yourself that you have him alone. Flirting with an audience – and one as noisy as one third of that audience happened to be with his regular chipping in – has never been in your interests. You’re much more comfortable being brazen solely in the company of the man you wish to reveal that to.  

His eyebrow tugs up slightly, lifting his chin. “Such as?”  

“Well...” Placing your camera down inside its open bag, you step toward him, a flirtatious smile widening your mouth. “It’s more of a statement.” Raising your hand, you grasp the silver Mjolnir pendant around his neck, gently moving it back and forth along the chain. “Sexiest man I’ve seen in quite some time, and definitely one I know I could have a good time with, should there be you, me and a bed involved.” 

A quiet, yet filthy chuckle rumbles his throat, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. “You’re forward. I like that.” 

“Why waste time, right?” you reply, your voice sultry and teasing. 

Without further hesitation, he leans closer, his body heat seeping into you even through the layers of your winter clothes. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “So, I’m taking you home, then?” he asks, his voice a seductive whisper. 

“You’d better be. I’m not having sex with you out here in minus ten degrees.” you answer, Tomas chuckling quietly. The anticipation between you is palpable, the quiet surroundings amplifying the intensity of the moment. 

His lips finally meet yours, a gentle yet passionate kiss that has elation winding through you immediately. The world around you seems to fade away, the serene lake and the crisp winter air becoming mere background to the heat of his kiss, the sensation of his tongue rolling sensuously against yours.  

His hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss gains fever, your fingers moving to tangle in his hair. The need in his touch matches your own, the cold air forgotten in the heat of the moment. His breath mingles with yours, the taste of him intoxicating. 

Tomas pulls back just slightly, his forehead resting against yours, both of you catching your breath. "I can't wait to get you home," he murmurs, his voice laced with desire. 

“Mmm,” you hum, kissing him again. “Same.”  

Gathering your belongings with haste, you set off back through the trees, the route seeming to take much less time than it did to arrive. With every step taken, the palpable tension only grows, each shared glance and fleeting touch igniting sparks of anticipation. The shared silence only serves to add to it, the energy between you both crackling in the cool air.  

Once through his front door, and with heavy winter coats and boots shed, your kisses resume, Tomas steering you in the direction of his bedroom to the right of the small, single-story home. Clothes are discarded in a trail leading to the bed, the two of you eager to feel skin against skin.  

The bedroom is warm, a stark contrast to the frigid outdoors, and the heat between you both only intensifies as your bodies fall onto the bed. His hands are everywhere, exploring your body with a fervent need that matches your own.  

Each touch sends a flurry of glimmers down your spine, igniting a fire that consumes every part of you its blaze rushes against. When his fingers finally settle within the velvet folds already dewy with want, his breath hitches, teeth softly nipping your neck.  

You moan soft on a breath, and he kisses it from you with lazy heat, fingers still stroking deftly with a deliciously gentle rhythm, sinking down to push within while his thumb gently rubs heat at your bud. Dexterity in shades, this man, hardly surprising for a guitarist. Finger precision is a hallmark of their craft, after all.  

Euphoria begins to pulse, white-hot embers crackling at the base of your spine, panting against his lips as fervent kisses gain further urgency, his groan quiet yet sinfully deep when you reach to begin caressing his cock. A shift of his hips gives you better access, your hand clasping gently, pulling along the length of him, feeling his teeth crush a bite upon your lower lip.  

You stroke him with a little tease, edging on firmer pressure only to draw back, your thumb swirling over the head of his cock, smearing precum around, feeling him jerk against your grasp.  

“Fuck,” he hisses, “you’re too good.” 

You move your mouth to his neck, kissing the column of his throat. “I’ve only just started,” you chuckle richly, tongue wetting a line where gritty stubble flecks his pale skin.  

“And if you keep on like this, I will be finished much too soon.” He grins widely, shared laughter softly rending the air, kissing you again before he slides from your grasp, lips planting heated kisses over your skin until his mouth is level with where his hand has conjured nothing short of magic.  

He guides a long, slow lick right through your folds, focusing intently at you over the rise of your breasts, eyes lust blown and dark, repeating the action, the nectar of your cunt soaking his tongue. Heat suffuses through you, your hands lacing into the long silk of his hair, your hips rising off the bed as your body vies for more purchase. 

It is granted, circled licks rolling over your clit, and you feel him smiling against you when he hears your breathless whine in response to it, his lips enveloping your swollen bud in a suck. The pressure is soft at first, quickly intensifying, backing away when you jolt, his tongue returning to you.  

The pleasure of it settles deep, winds around your bones, has you gasping with every keen flicker, his fingers sinking back into the plush of your cunt, angling to stroke exactly where you need them to be. Sparks burst, flames licking your blood as the pleasure skitters wildly, his free hand moving from its place curled around your thigh to press against your lower abdomen. You have no idea how, but the action only makes your pleasure further radiate, crying out as every lick intensifies over your swollen bud.  

He seeks to make you shatter against his mouth, and when you do, colours spark behind your eyelids as it coils and then strikes like a viper, your hands tightening in his hair as you cry out. It leaves you breathless, trembling and wracked with oversensitivity, Tomas grinning at the mess his mouth and fingers have left you in.  

“You’re... fucking amazing,” you pant, watching him reach for the bedside table draw, pulling a condom out. 

He tears the corner of the packet with his teeth, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m even better with my dick.” Those words cause excitement to fizz through you, in no doubt his statement will most definitely be fulfilled as he rolls the thin tube of latex down his ample cock, guiding it to your folds.  

The friction of him rubbing himself along your slit, cockhead nudging over your clit has you panting, that little edge of tease amping your need. He pushes, splitting you around him as he slides into your cunt, a low groan gravelling his throat.  

Out of all the beautiful views you’ve gazed upon today, this one tops the list, watching as he pulls your legs flush with his chest, turning his head to kiss your ankle as his hands glide in a deft stroke over your shins. 

He fills you completely, bottoming out and dragging back deliciously slowly, letting your feel every ridge of his cock as it parts your soaking walls. Those first few contained thrusts sear into you, glimmers flaring over your nerves in an endless bloom of ecstasy, Tomas leaning to press his lips to yours in a kiss steeped in honeyed embers as he drags your insides slowly.  

A sudden, sharper roll of his hips forces a cry from you, your legs forced back into the cradle of your elbows, watching him enjoying how well you bend as he sucks your nipples. His hands are freed now that you hold yourself spread for him, clenching a hold upon your thighs that leaves red crescents upon your skin.  

All that was contained is quickly forgotten, your cries filling the room as you’re pounded into the bed, the friction perfect from the tilt of your legs, your cunt hugging his cock deeper. You feel as if you are splintering beneath him already, sharing further kisses steeped in filthy heat, watching as he sits back on his heels to view the sight of him arrowing your soaking little hole. 

He slows a fraction, thumb moving to gently press at your clit, rubbing in gentle circles, and you feel comets streaking beneath your skin as a result. God, what a good choice it was to act upon your flirting with him, now receiving perhaps the best fuck you’ve had in months, your legs tensing as the pleasure winds tight, the ruck of his hips hard, hipbones digging into the back of your thighs as he adds speed once more.  

The unfettered vigour of it has you both ascending sharply, you the shore his waves break against savagely, his groans steeped in salt and grit as he fucks you furiously. It fractures, and you clamp on him tightly, pleasure rolling over you, his cock pulsing through every wave of your undoing as he comes shortly after the nirvana of it sets you completely adrift.  

“Fuck,” you pant, stretching your legs out again, his head softly thudding to your chest, body collapsing atop yours as his chest heaves. “That’s one way to warm up after being cold all morning.”  

“I think I need to go and throw myself into the snow to cool off again,” he jokes, pulling from you and removing the condom. You feel empty without him there, but after disposing of the filled latex he returns to you, pulling your legs apart once more. “I’m not going to, though. Quite happy where I am.” 

As his mouth reconnects with the ruined mess of your cunt, so are you.  

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Fandom: Black Metal Musicians

Release Date: 01/11/1982

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CRONOS

QUORTHON

》 IHSAHN

SAMOTH

TCHORT

**FENRIZ

FROST

SHAGRATH

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(*) Will not, under any circumstances, write smut

(**) If you're into them then I won't deprive you ig

Credit/s: @peculiar-666 @fawndollie @bucciniexe for the dividers

[ancient-qveen]

EMPEROR visits Kerrang! office in London (July 1993)

featured in Kerrang! magazine (no. 452 17 July 1993)

Their reviews have me sobbing 😭 "shit" "metal for children" "Ihsahn refuses to even touch the sleeve" "repulsive" "This music doesn't exist to us" "the girls on the cover were even uglier than the music" "Emperor are clearly tempted to tap their feet but instead, they turn it off and snap it in half" lmfaoo

pls oh how I wish there was a video documentary of them in the office. They were such little edgy shitheads. Whenever looking at these pictures, I had always been too busy staring at them to notice that one image of all the shit they broke in the office lol

Also why tf does it say Mortiis? Did they really confuse Tchort and Mortiis?? Fuck kerrang. At least they gave their split album 5/5.

Bonus pic taken on the same day they went to Kerrang office but this was taken outside of a record store on Carnaby Street in London. Also love how Bård is standing a foot closer to the camera and is still shorter than Ihsahn hehe ૮₍˃̵֊ ˂̵ ₎ა

[child0feden]

terje looks like he goes absolutely nuts for some somnophilia and i am talking about damn near every era of him too…

just thinking about him sliding his rock hard cock right into you when you are deep in sleep beside him with your back pressed up against his chest as the two of you cuddle up in the spooning position… just thinking about him bringing his calloused fingers down into your panties, rubbing them against your clit and pushing them into your cunt and teasing you for a little while to make you soaking for him as to allow for his thick cock to slide into your cunt with ease… just thinking about how he probably would not even bother to fully remove your panties, he would just push the soft cotton down your thighs far enough to make room for his cock to easily slide in and out of your cunt as he fucks into you from the side… just thinking about how he would fuck you so lazily but so desperately, he woke up at some ungodly hour of the night craving you and he needs you but he is just so tired, his slow and messy thrusts into you only show that as his hooded eyes droop even further from the pleasure of being so deep inside of your warm velvet soft cunt and the euphoria of feeling you clench around him so tightly in your sleep… just thinking about him burying his tired and heated face into your messy bed hair, his deep and guttural moans right in your ear are what wake you up from your deep slumber in his arms along with the feeling of euphoria stemming from down under in your cunt… just thinking about how he would start littering sloppy and open mouthed kisses on the flesh of your neck when he feels you rouse from your sleep at the feeling of him fucking into you, he can only suck a blossoming bruise on your skin and moan when he feels your hand reach up to grasp onto his long hair as your push your cunt further onto his cock, suddenly addicted to and wanting needing more of the pleasure that has just awoke you… just thinking about how he would mumble an almost unintelligible and almost slurred apology for waking you up, an explanation for how he had just woke up craving you so deeply and how he just needed you so badly… i just… arghhh…

i really definitely need to write some more about this :(

[vinylspinning]

Emperor: In the Nightside Eclipse (1994)

I'm not one to collect picture discs, but when I found this eye-catching, limited-edition 2019 reissue of Emperor's seminal first long-player, In the Nightside Eclipse, for a relative bargain, I wasn't about to get fussy.

But I do find it remarkable that this symphonic black metal (heck, symphonic "any metal") watershed turns 30-years-old this month and that its music has endured, even transcended, some of the unfortunate crimes perpetrated by three of its four performers.

I'm talking about the shocking arrests and subsequent jail sentences served by rhythm guitarist Samoth, bassist Tchort -- both of whom spent 16 months behind bars for burning historical churches -- and drummer Faust, who did 14 long years for murder!

Luckily for music lovers, if not their victims, In the Nightside Eclipse had already been recorded in July of 1993 -- not long after the release of Emperor's influential self-titled EP, and obviously before justice caught up with the musicians.

So the tapes just had to wait until the start of '94 for final mixing by Emperor's creative driving force: chief songwriter, vocalist, lead guitarist, and keyboard player, Ihsahn, who was thankfully smart enough to keep his nose clean.

Mind you, this precocious, satanic little Mozart was barely 17 when he wrote all this!

Remember that as you spin, or re-spin, astounding creations like "The Burning Shadows of Silence," "The Majesty of the Night Sky," and the epic "Into the Infinity of Thoughts," all of them so intricate in their construction, so difficult to play, and that's besides the added layers of synthesized symphonics and demonic choirs so expertly arranged to complement all that metallic mayhem.

At the same time, Emperor's favored lyric obsessions -- pre-Christian Viking history and pagan rituals, vampires and Transylvania (note the Trascău Fortress pictured above), basically anything freaky and occult -- are evocatively addressed on tracks like "Beyond the Great Vast Forest" and "Inno a Satana."

There's even a nod to Tolkien via the ornately gothic cover art designed by Kristian Wåhlin (a.k.a. Necrolord, of Sweden's Grotesque, and the artist behind other famous LPs by Dissection and At the Gates), depicting an army of orcs on a midnight march to the fortress of Minas Morgul.

Look it up ... I believe there are several cozy AirBNB's in the vicinity.

But seriously, look closely and you'll also see a miniature of Gustave Doré's Death on the Pale Horse, which graced Emperor's aforementioned self-titled EP, and reflects the fact that two of its stone-cold classics -- "Cosmic Keys to My Creations & Times" and "I Am The Black Wizards" -- were re-recorded for In the Nightside Eclipse.

What else can I say about this essential heavy metal album other than it epitomizes the genre's fundamental search for bridging the horrifying and the sublime, the perverse and the divine, the grandiose and the grotesque, and all dichotomies under the sun.

... and under the night-side eclipse.

p.s. -- In 1999 the album was remastered and reissued with two bonus tracks: Bathory's "A Fine Day to Die," and Mercyful Fate's "Gypsy," which shed light on early influences, also including Venom, Hellhammer, and Celtic Frost.

More Emperor: Emperor EP, Anthems to the Welkin at Dusk.

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