little-murmaider - Tumblr blog

[little-murmaider]

Reminder to myself to make a Dethklok Ultimate Running Playlist.

please tell about your very specific doomstar workout (im compiling a doomstar running playlist but i’m still working on the order)

Here is my very specific Doomstar running workout which I’ve used to train for my hometown’s Firecracker Four Mile Run, a race I’ve run every Fourth for July for the past four years.

The Birth/Fata Sidus Oritur/One of Us Must Die: Start jogging at about 40-55 percent ability.

Magnus and the Assassin-The Fans are Chanting: Gradually build your pace until you are at about 80 percent ability. Adjust your gate to the tempo of each song. Depending on your speed, by the end of The Fans are Chanting you should have run ~a mile to a mile and a half.

Abigail’s Lullaby: Walk.

Some Time Ago: Begin building your pace again as this song picks up speed. You should be at about 70 percent ability by the time Toki comes in.

The Duel: GO HARD. This is the song where you break out into sprints. Every time the song switches between Toki and Skwisgaar start sprinting harder–between 80-90 percent ability. I structure my runs so at this point I am on a track, but if that’s not an option try to do this part on a flat clear surface. Push yourself as hard as you can run until Toki fucks up, then come down to a jog at about 30 percent ability. Begin building again when Skwisgaar says, “I wants you in dis bands!”

I Believe: This song is PERFECT for a steady jog. Figure out what works for you: I have a long stride so it’s better for me to hit the ground on every other beat. But you can easily take shorter steps to hit it on every beat.

A Traitor Amongst Them: Walk.Training/Do it All for my Brother/Before You Go: Steadily rebuild your pace until you’re running at about 50 percent ability.

The Answer is In Your Past: Build to about 70 percent ability.

The Depths of Humanity: More hard sprints starting at “Beware….” Build to about 90 percent ability. Pause to reflect on how proud you are of Skwisgaar during this song. Look wistfully in the middle distance. This is critical.

Givin’ it Back to You: Another steady job at about 40-60 percent ability.

The rest of the soundtrack: Freestyle baybee! Sometimes I’ve had the energy to go extreme hard on Morte Lumina through Blazing Star, sometimes I need to walk the whole thing. Know your body’s capabilities and adjust as needed. I can cover about 3-4 miles with this workout depending on my pace. Keep in mind I was a very good county and state ranked sprinter in high school, so I’m less concerned with covering distance than I am with using my speed in shorter bursts in order to build endurance. If that doesn’t work for you that’s fine! Doomstar is a great work out soundtrack regardless. I’ve also used it to lift. Have fun!!!!! 🏃‍♀️

[little-murmaider]

😺

[little-murmaider]

Nathan always hyping up Skwisgaar is so special to me Skwisgaar will say the most insane combination of words ever known to man and Nathan will just be like “yesssssssss exactttttttlyyyyyyy.”

[little-murmaider]

Tried to post this before but I don’t think it posted

Audios from the April 9th Maryland show had an absolute blast

[little-murmaider]

Skwisgaar doodle

[little-murmaider]

the best thing about that clip of skwisgaar talking about eclipses is that it marks the return of info dumping skwis....a relic lost to times (the early mtl seasons)

i hope brendon makes him say more stupid facts during this tour i love skwisgaar most when he thinks he's knowledgeable about shit he's such a stupid little idiot i love him

[little-murmaider]

Týr may not be brutal, but his heart is in the right place!

[little-murmaider]

the problem with having a decade old tumblr blog is that there are posts on it from a decade ago

[little-murmaider]

Ship trope I'd love to see more of: "Are we in love? I mean, yeah, probably, but that's a problem for future us. Right now we're just trying to make it through the Plot."

[little-murmaider]

Hey lads it's been a while uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh have some Nategaar soft porn. This doc was named "Nategaargle These Balls."

Skwisgaar awakens to the weight of Nathan’s arm draped across his torso. Close-clipped nails graze a lazy loop across his abdomen. Skwisgaar stirs, comfortably pinned to Nathan’s chest. Warm breath puffs rhythmically against the back of his neck.  “Good morning,” Nathan murmurs into his shoulder.  Skwisgaar giggles, a shiver of pleasure skittering up his spine. Nathan shifts to press his lips to the space behind his ear. “Sleep well?” His hand drifts down, combing the soft down of Skwisgaar’s pubic hair. “Nathan,” he sighs. 

 Nathan murmurs, “shh,” and closes his hand around him. His thumb glides over the tip of the head, already slick with precum. Teeth sink into Skwisgaar’s earlobe and he arches involuntarily, his backside pressing into Nathan’s suspiciously still hips. The laugh that rumbles through the shell of Skwisgaar’s ear is fond but a little mean, and the combination makes Skwisgaar a little dizzy. At once the covers fly away and Skwisgaar is flipped onto his back, wet heat closing around him. He shudders, grips the sheets. Whites out, a little. Nathan pulls off, bites the inside of his thigh. “You close?” “Uh-huh.” Nathan readjusts, his lips brushing over the angular wedge of Skwisgaar’s hip bone. But instead of continuing, he lifts himself onto his elbows. He chuckles at the whine of displeasure that escapes Skwisgaar like helium from a party balloon, languidly crawling to the top of the bed and dropping beside him. “Hey.” His voice rolls at the bottom of his register. One hand cradles Skwisgaar’s cheek; his thumb strokes the skin beneath his eye, his fingers gripping around his jaw.

“I want you to look at me when you finish.” Skwisgaar knows Nathan has charisma. He stood beside him as he whipped crowds into a frenzy by the sheer force of his magnetism. But to see that power up close, and have it all exclusively focused on him—it’s mesmerizing. It’s like being swallowed by the sun. 

Distantly he wonders if this is Nathan’s aim, if this is what truly gets him off. To make Skwisgaar look at him like one of his billions of starry-eyed fangirls. To know the spell works on someone who knows him as intimately as Skwisgaar does. 

The embarrassing, mewling, desperate whimper Skwisgaar makes when he finishes is mercifully swallowed by Nathan’s kiss. 

He loses himself in the kiss a little, feels bereft when Nathan pulls back but is immediately relieved when he sinks his thick fingers into his mouth. Skwisgaar tastes the salty sting of himself and watches Nathan obidiently, waits for permission to stop. Nathan hums, pleased and smug, and allows Skwisgaar to clean up. 

After, Nathan holds him. “By the way,” he says, nudging his nose to the underside of Skwisgaar’s jaw, his fingers tracing patterns on the base of Skwisgaar’s spine. He’s being really tender (too tender a faint voice at the outeredges of Skwisgaar’s brain warns). “I deleted a bunch of tracks from the new album. They just weren’t brutal enough you know?” “Mm.” “I need you to re-record all of yours, Toki and Murderface’s parts. I’d ask them to do it but nobody can do it like you.” “Huh” “Also,” he presses his lips each of his closed eyelids. “Some dildo execs from the label are coming by tomorrow and they expect to hear a demo. So I need you to do this all today.” He trails his mouth down to find Skwisgaar’s. The kiss is languid and destabilizing. Skwisgaar melts.  “Sound good?” Skwisgaar feels the mechanisms of Nathan’s trap closing in on him. He knows if he agrees to this, he’s giving Nathan the greenlight to pull this move every time he wants to dump the album. He’s saying that all it will take to get him to scrap months of dedicated, meticulous work and start from scratch is one knock-out blowjob. It will ruin his life. But in this moment he’s too deliriously happy to care. “Whatevers you says, baby.”

[little-murmaider]

What if I came out of MTL Hiatus to post Nategaar soft porn. What then.

[little-murmaider]

Yeah.

What if I came out of MTL Hiatus to post Nategaar soft porn. What then.

[little-murmaider]

Hey lads it's been a while uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh have some Nategaar soft porn. This doc was named "Nategaargle These Balls."

Skwisgaar awakens to the weight of Nathan’s arm draped across his torso. Close-clipped nails graze a lazy loop across his abdomen. Skwisgaar stirs, comfortably pinned to Nathan’s chest. Warm breath puffs rhythmically against the back of his neck.  “Good morning,” Nathan murmurs into his shoulder.  Skwisgaar giggles, a shiver of pleasure skittering up his spine. Nathan shifts to press his lips to the space behind his ear. “Sleep well?” His hand drifts down, combing the soft down of Skwisgaar’s pubic hair. “Nathan,” he sighs. 

 Nathan murmurs, “shh,” and closes his hand around him. His thumb glides over the tip of the head, already slick with precum. Teeth sink into Skwisgaar’s earlobe and he arches involuntarily, his backside pressing into Nathan’s suspiciously still hips. The laugh that rumbles through the shell of Skwisgaar’s ear is fond but a little mean, and the combination makes Skwisgaar a little dizzy. At once the covers fly away and Skwisgaar is flipped onto his back, wet heat closing around him. He shudders, grips the sheets. Whites out, a little. Nathan pulls off, bites the inside of his thigh. “You close?” “Uh-huh.” Nathan readjusts, his lips brushing over the angular wedge of Skwisgaar’s hip bone. But instead of continuing, he lifts himself onto his elbows. He chuckles at the whine of displeasure that escapes Skwisgaar like helium from a party balloon, languidly crawling to the top of the bed and dropping beside him. “Hey.” His voice rolls at the bottom of his register. One hand cradles Skwisgaar’s cheek; his thumb strokes the skin beneath his eye, his fingers gripping around his jaw.

“I want you to look at me when you finish.” Skwisgaar knows Nathan has charisma. He stood beside him as he whipped crowds into a frenzy by the sheer force of his magnetism. But to see that power up close, and have it all exclusively focused on him—it’s mesmerizing. It’s like being swallowed by the sun. 

Distantly he wonders if this is Nathan’s aim, if this is what truly gets him off. To make Skwisgaar look at him like one of his billions of starry-eyed fangirls. To know the spell works on someone who knows him as intimately as Skwisgaar does. 

The embarrassing, mewling, desperate whimper Skwisgaar makes when he finishes is mercifully swallowed by Nathan’s kiss. 

He loses himself in the kiss a little, feels bereft when Nathan pulls back but is immediately relieved when he sinks his thick fingers into his mouth. Skwisgaar tastes the salty sting of himself and watches Nathan obidiently, waits for permission to stop. Nathan hums, pleased and smug, and allows Skwisgaar to clean up. 

After, Nathan holds him. “By the way,” he says, nudging his nose to the underside of Skwisgaar’s jaw, his fingers tracing patterns on the base of Skwisgaar’s spine. He’s being really tender (too tender a faint voice at the outeredges of Skwisgaar’s brain warns). “I deleted a bunch of tracks from the new album. They just weren’t brutal enough you know?” “Mm.” “I need you to re-record all of yours, Toki and Murderface’s parts. I’d ask them to do it but nobody can do it like you.” “Huh” “Also,” he presses his lips each of his closed eyelids. “Some dildo execs from the label are coming by tomorrow and they expect to hear a demo. So I need you to do this all today.” He trails his mouth down to find Skwisgaar’s. The kiss is languid and destabilizing. Skwisgaar melts.  “Sound good?” Skwisgaar feels the mechanisms of Nathan’s trap closing in on him. He knows if he agrees to this, he’s giving Nathan the greenlight to pull this move every time he wants to dump the album. He’s saying that all it will take to get him to scrap months of dedicated, meticulous work and start from scratch is one knock-out blowjob. It will ruin his life. But in this moment he’s too deliriously happy to care. “Whatevers you says, baby.”

[little-murmaider]

What if I came out of MTL Hiatus to post Nategaar soft porn. What then.

[little-murmaider]

two moods for tonight

[little-murmaider]

Six years ago I went on a 30th birthday trip to New Orleans with my six best friends and one night I took a picture of an ornament of a Blonde Buff Centaur because it reminded me of Skwisgaar in The Duel. It has been six years. My friends have still not let it go.

[little-murmaider]

based on this short fic by @little-murmaider!!