#runke snogge

[pipartuuli]

"Shouldn't eat that shit, you know. It'll kill you."

From @supersaturnnyoomkitty 's lovely fic "Virgo, Scorpio Rising". 🖤

[leshiyy]

So, here is my first try to create my own comic.. and it's about how I see Toki before Dethklok

(all dialogues are in Norwegian)

CONTINUED IN THE NEXT POST

[secret-tacos]

never noticed he came to help in army of the doomstar T.T

[nyoomkitty]

Klok of the Hill

[vicekings]

Comm of Runke for @supersaturnnyoomkitty

[tiredpacdad]

Sketch dump!!

unrelated to the sketches but look who came in the mail!!!! He's so soft

[gibbouschild]

drew a Christmas Runke for @pipartuuli because she organized our little Secret Santa trade but didn’t participate.

Merry Christmas bby ☻

[dichromaticdyke]

Fic request/AU: Toki never auditioned for Dethklok and it’s always been a one guitar band and they are still world famous and wildly successful.

One night Skwisgaar hears something in the studio to find a spy has broken in! The spy who calls himself Toki is cornered and Skwisgaar takes the interrogation into his own hands to determine who this spy is and what he wants.

i wasn't sure where to take this, but you accidentally inspired a perfect concept in our dms.

With a sudden intake of breath, Skwisgaar snapped awake, still clutching his guitar in one hand and a notepad of scribbled tabs in another. This wasn't the first time he had fallen asleep in the studio while working on new Dethklok songs by himself, and he was certain it wouldn't be the last. Nathan and Pickles pulled their weight fine enough, but William was far too willing to get complacent with his own output. At times like this, he wondered if he should have let Dethklok become a two-guitar band.

He stretched his arms over his head, eager to get back to his firm bed that would, hopefully, realign his spine after it had been bent over the desk for the better part of eight hours. In doing so, he caught sight of something in the corner of his eye. He tightened his grip on the neck of his guitar—he wasn't normally wary of intruders, knowing full well that Klokateers had methods of keeping them out, but that didn't stop his instinctual worry.

As he stood, he heard a slight high-pitched noise, almost like a yelp, coming from behind a few stereo speakers. He charged in the direction of it, his guitar held high above his head. Behind the speakers, he saw, was a man—a man with long brown hair and white and black face paint on.

"Jeg beklager!" the man cried as Skwisgaar cornered him. "Jeg beklager!"

Skwisgaar sneered, slowly lowering his guitar. "Norska?" he asked.

The man nodded, hesitantly.

"Eugh." Great. If there was one group of people he hated more than the Danish, it was the Norwegians.

"I didn't mean to scare you," the man continued in Norwegian. "I just—I had to—"

"This is a secure compound," Skwisgaar told him in Swedish. "No one should be here—especially not Norwegian black metal wannabes."

"I'm not a wannabe!" The man crossed his arms over his chest. "My name is Toki Wartooth, and I'm the lead guitarist of Horse's Dick!"

Skwisgaar grimaced at the name. "I'm sure it sounds like dildos. How hard could it be to be a black metal lead guitarist?" he asked with an eye roll. "Don't you have a church to burn down or something? Get out of here."

"No!" Toki grabbed onto Skwisgaar's wrist. "I came all this way!"

"For what? Want to burn down Mordhaus, too? You have about five seconds before I call the Klokateers here to have you killed."

"I can't tell you why I'm here..." Toki looked down at his feet, not releasing his grip on Skwisgaar.

While he did seem significantly younger than him, and a bit shorter, Skwisgaar could tell just from the faint outline of his shirt that this man was jacked. If Skwisgaar tried to get physical with him, he was sure he would lose.

And truthfully, he didn't have his Dethphone on him. He couldn't contact the Klokateers fast enough. He would have to get this Toki guy out of here on his own.

So, he feigned interest. "Whatever it is you wanted, I can't give it to you if you don't tell me," he said.

Toki frowned. "Well, my bandmate—his name is Runke Snogge—he doesn't like digital music. He hates Dethklok. But I heard you had a new analog recording format..." He trailed off, looking down before finally letting Skwisgaar go.

It was making sense now. He wanted to find a way to record his dildo black metal records onto water. He wanted to scoff at this idea, tell Toki that the highly complicated and expensive technology it took to produce HEARD wasn't something to be wasted on his stupid amateur music. Instead, he deflected: "Water records can only be recorded in Mordhaus. You don't even have a guitar or your friend."

"Yes I do." Toki pointed past Skwisgaar, who turned his head. Against the wall, near the door to the studio, was a haphazardly duct-taped Flying V guitar. "I was gonna try to record some of my tracks...but you were here..."

Skwisgaar sighed. This man was just so pathetically earnest, wasn't he? "Even still, without your friend, you won't be able to record your songs on water—"

"He's outside."

Skwisgaar narrowed his eyes. "What."

"He's outside. He didn't want me to come all this way by myself. He's waiting for me... Damn it, I should go."

And this time, as Toki made to leave, it was Skwisgaar's turn to grab his wrist and stop him. "Wait." He cursed himself for what he was about to do. "Just...wait ten minutes."

--

Dick Knubbler let out a yawn as Skwisgaar begrudgingly gave him a cup of coffee. "Alright babes, you ready?" he asked. Skwisgaar had been lucky that Dick hadn't been too far from Mordhaus at the time of his call, though he did wish that the man had slept in...well, any kind of clothing. Lending him his own robe was another sacrifice he was making tonight.

"Readies!" Toki said, his guitar strapped over his shoulder and plugged into the amps of the recording booth.

"Readies," the man known as Runke said, notably less excited than Toki.

Dick hit record, and the two Norwegians inside the recording booth began to record their first song: "Release Me from Conservative Hell." As they played, Dick swiveled in his chair to face Skwisgaar. "You know, the other boys aren't gonna be happy about this."

"Ja, I knows." Skwisgaar finished his own cup of coffee in one prolonged gulp.

"And you certainly don't let anyone else use the recording booth. What's this about?"

"Nothings."

Dick smirked, peaking over his shoulder at Hestkuk. Toki was in the middle of playing an agonizingly slow chord while Runke shrieked some nonsense about hating his life, or whatever. "Norwegian men are kinda cute, aren't they, babe?"

"I's has you killeds too, Knubbler."

[burgerlabs]

for some reason that one quotes website writes runke snogge as "vrunkus snorge" and i cant fucking get this out of my head im in tears over this dumbass misspelling

[tokifuckingwartooth]

i have such a weird hyperfixiation with runke snogge. like it’s not even funny anymore bro i just want to know more about him and his friendship with toki

[pipartuuli]

A slightly belated Christmas present for my co-conspirator and fellow Hestkuk bros appreciator @supersaturnnyoomkitty of a ~19 year old Toki ruthlessly beating Runke with a throw pillow for cockblocking him on a Midsummer double date camping trip gone awry (Runke’s a vocal boy… their tents were too close… Toki’s date did not like that.) RIP Runke and the pillow.

Merry Christmas!!

[popop-maru]

Runke Snogge metalocalypse edited to remove the corpse paint for a friend

[secret-tacos]

[nyoomkitty]

They aren’t thrilled about the passage of time.

(Feel free to use these as pfps or icons!)

Runke decided to be festive as well.

[monsterhighlovurr]

My preklok/earlklok timeline

Toki discovers guitar at 10/11 via Runke Snogg running errands for his family. He introduced guitar to his family and promptly gets “punished” he practices guitar in secret and around age 15 after many fights about running away to America to become a famous rockstar he gets kicked out/runs away for being “unruly”. His parents genuinely expected him to only last a day out on the streets and come back but he never does. He comes to America and celebrates his 16th birthday homeless on the streets. He survives by playing guitar and getting spare change and doing shady under the table jobs. He joins Dethklok and turns 17 shortly after.

Nathan and Skwisgaar are 19, Nathan became preoccupied with starting a band at around 16/17 after being influenced by his friends and getting disintrested with school. He is constantly told he is too stupid to get a real job and he should just do what hes good at, which is football instead and get a scholarship, he is told football is his only real chance at a decent life. Nathan does neither. At 17 he begins to ask around and try to convince his friends and anyone who will listen to create a band with him. No one is interested and Nathan doesnt want to do football or do a regular jackoff education so he gets desperate. At age 18, a couple months before graduation he drops out, moves out to live in his car, and begins desperately searching wherever he can find for bandmates.

Skwisgaar has recently travelled from Sweden to America at age 18, desperate to start a new life because he is tired of these short lived bands in his bumfuck town. He desires something greater, he knows its out there for him. He quits hid last band on a whim after growing bored and frustrated at there lack of passion, packs up and leaves without telling anyone, and flies to America, shortly after arriving he celebrates his 19th birthday and meets Nathan at a local pub. They get to talking and find they have a common interest, death metal. They become close friends very fast and celebrate Nathans 19th together.

Murderface is 20, hes known Nathan since childhood but they pretty much never interacted. Murderface graduated to the dissapointment of his principal. He moves out at age 17 with no backup plan and bums off of his friend. His friend gives him an unltimatimate after a year of his bullshit, find a job or leave. Murderface finds another friend to bum off of and lives there for another year and a half. He moves back in with Stella after getting kicked out and manages to live with her for only three months before getting determined to find a job. He runs back into Nathan, a childhood next door neighbor he occasionally interacted with before moving as a kid, and convinces him to let him in his band. Nathan is suspcious but desperate and determined, and lets Murderface in. To his surprise, Murderface is actually *good* at bass, in fact, maybe the best there is. So hes got a guitarist and a bassist.

Part 1

[thatsmybreadandbutter]

Runke Snogge deserves banana stickers, by domplerng on Instagram.