#varg answers

[vargmageddon]

wasnt me boss. pusy jacking nation'

IF NOBODY GOT ME

[lords-of-mayhem]

Blackthorn describing Die Hard 2 as being about someone "dying hard twice" IS hilarious enough on it's own, but even more so when you remember Varg explicitly asked him if he'd seen it and he said yes. Like, has he seen it? Did he lie to Varg? Is he just really bad at describing things?

[darklydeliciousdesires]

listen i knowwwww hes a fucker of a person but would you ever write for varg because omg he was so hawt back in the day!

Hi nonie!

Truthfully, it's because he's - as you've coined it aptly - a fucker of a person that puts me off writing for him. But the boy was cute, I have to give him that. I would have had a good ride on that pony, given half the chance, I have to admit. Haha!

As for writing for him, no idea! I get minimal interest in the BM fellas I write for as it is, so hmmm. Dunno. Leave it with me, yeah?

[turbofhag]

how many varg patches does it take for a vest to get too suspicious lmao

[p1nkprincess444]

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cheating female!reader x euronymous

word count: 1,652

contents: 18+, cheating

You had been dating Varg for some time now, but your relationship was anything but healthy. Unbeknownst to you, Varg had been cheating on you for months. None of his friends even bothered to tell you, or even warned you when you had come over to see him and he had a girl in his bed.

You had a bright smile plastered across your face as you knocked on the door to the house where all of the bandmates resided. You were met with an exhausted looking Euronymous as he opened the door. He flashed a soft smile at you in return before moving aside allowing you in. 

“ Is Varg upstairs, ” I tried to keep my voice softer and quiet as I could tell him and probably the rest of the house was hung over.

“ Yeah- I think he came home. ”

You nodded in response as you made your way up the staircase. You crept quietly down the hall not wanting to wake anyone. Your hand grasped the cold metal of the knob as you twisted it before slowly pushing open the door. Once you caught a glimpse of the scene in front of you your heart dropped to your stomach. Him and another girl were in bed together. His hand was clasped over her mouth as he fucked her roughly from behind. He failed to notice you until he heard the thud of your bag dropping to the floor. His thrusts never slowed and his gaze never left yours. Tears were clouding your vision as you quickly snatched up your bag before you descended down the hall and then the stairs. Euronymous watched as you rushed out of the house before he could even ask what your problem was. His questions were soon answered a few minutes later when Varg and a random groupie came stumbling down the stairs. Euronymous always knew Varg was an asshole but he couldn’t believe he would cheat on a girl who was devoted to him completely. 

You didn’t answer Varg’s calls because you knew they were just weak attempts to “win you back”. You groaned softly when there was a knock on your apartment door. You crawled off your couch as you opened the door ready to tell Varg off but instead you were greeted by Euronymous.

“ What are you doing here? ”

“ I’m not really good at these things, but uhm- I just wanted to check on you, ” his eyes glanced over your disheveled hair and puffy lips and eyes. “ I know Varg’s been calling but you shouldn’t answer. ”

I smiled softly as I looked up into his shiny blue eyes, “ Do- Do you want to come in? ”

He answered your question with a quick nod as he stepped inside your apartment. His eyes wandered around the colorful apartment as he joined you on the couch. He knew you didn’t quite fit the metalhead aesthetic, but he found your apartment sort of sweet. 

“ You deserve better than Varg, you know, ” his voice was almost gentle as he looked into your eyes.

“ You think so? ”

He nodded in response before pressing a deep kiss to your lips, “ Let me show you what you deserve. ”

You didn’t push him off as his lips connected with yours once more. He moved his lips down your neck as he laid you down on the couch. His hands reached for the hem of your top before pulling it over your head. He followed this by pushing down your pajama shorts, his eyes traveled over your body before his hands move to firmly grip your hips. 

“ How could that fucking idiot cheat on you, ” he murmured this more to himself than to you as his hands moved to unbuckle his before he tossed it to the floor.

He pushed down his jeans and boxers just enough so his cock could slide out. His hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock as he rubbed the head against your panties. A soft groan left his lips as he felt your wetness soaking through your panties.

“ You want me to fuck you baby, ” his voice was teasing as he slowly hooked your panties with his fingers before yanking them down your legs. He pushed the head of his cock inside of you eliciting a soft moan from your lips. He fucked you with only the tip until he had you begging for more of him. “ You want more of my cock baby? ”

“ Please- just fuck me, ” my voice was full of need as I rolled my hips forward desperate to have more of him inside of me.

A smirk graced his lips as he saw your desperation. His hips slammed forward into yours earning a loud moan from you. His pace was slow yet deep causing small noises to slip past his lips. “ You feel so good baby- you’re so fucking tight- ” 

He moved one of your legs up onto his shoulders before his hips snapped forward. Loud groans were tumbling past his lips as his cock slammed against your cervix. He leaned down smashing his lips against yours before wrapping his hand around your neck. 

“ Does Varg fuck you like this- He know how to make you scream? ” His words were practically taunting you as he sped up his thrusts. “ Fucking- answer me, ” his grip tightened on your throat before you responded by shaking your head. A grin plastered across his face as his hips rutted into yours. 

You were starting to see stars as he continued his abuse on your cunt. You swore if he came inside of you none of it would spill from you. You couldn’t even understand what he was saying as he thrusted deeper into you. 

“ Wh- what, ” my voice was shaky as Euronymous’ thrusted up hitting my g-spot effortlessly.

He couldn’t help but smile as he watched you fall apart with each movement of his hips. He mumbled something in Norwegian that you couldn’t quite make out before he pressed a deep kiss to your lips. A groan slipped past his lips as he felt your cunt squeezing him impossibly tight signaling your impending release. He gave one more deep thrust before you came around his cock. 

“ Fucking cumming already? He really must not know how to fuck you, ” he laughed before flipping you over onto your stomach, he followed this movement by pulling your hips up to meet his cock. 

His thrusts were brutal from behind as he mumbled praises in Norwegian. His hand left your hip before he landed a sharp smack against your ass eliciting a soft cry to fall past your lips. His thrusts never slowed even when he could see you becoming overstimulated. Your tears and drool were collecting and soaking into the soft fabric of your couch as you babbled incoherently.

“ You gonna cum again already princess, ” his tone was playful as he slammed into you harder, sending you further into the cushions. Euronymous’ abuse on your dripping cunt was unrelenting as he neared his release. “ Come on baby, you can give me one more. ”

Pathetic mewls were the only thing passing your lips as he pounded into you. Not a second later you felt his cum shoot deep inside your cunt before you came again. Drool slid past your lips as Euronymous placed small kisses to your shoulder before laying you down on the couch. He cleaned himself up before pulling his boxers and jeans back up. He rolled you onto your back once more as a grin adorned his face when he saw your disheveled state. He picked up a tissue using it to wipe away your tears and drool.

“ You look so perfect, ” he pressed a kiss to your lips before pushing your legs apart again.

“ No- no I- can’t-  ”

He pushed his fingers into you slowly fucking both of your cum back into your cunt, “ just one more baby.. Last one I promise. ”

You hesitantly nodded as he slowly pushed his fingers into you. Your head fell back against the arm of the couch as he used his thumb to roll circles into your clit. He watched you falling apart while his fingers curled inside of you. He watched for every small reaction and expression that crossed your face. He moved down between your legs before he withdrew his fingers. He smiled as a small whine fell from your lips once he stopped. He watched as you lifted your head to see what he was doing.

“ Don’t worry I’m not done, ” his words were paired with a grin before he buried his head between your thighs. 

Your head fell back into the arm of the couch once more as he used his tongue to fuck you. It was the first anyone had ever done this for you and every flick of his tongue and circle his thumb made on your clit made you feel like you were on cloud nine. Varg was selfish when it came to most things so it was no surprise that he only cared about himself during sex. Your brain was completely fogged as Euronymous’ assault on your soaked cunt was building to another release. You let out a loud cry as you squirted onto his face. You were at a loss for words as your head spun before Euronymous pulled away. He had a sly grin plastered on his face as he sat up licking his lips. He wiped his face clean before cleaning you off as you watched him through half-lidded eyes. 

“ He ever do that for you? ” 

I shook my head as I looked up at him, “ never. ”

He pressed  a kiss to your lips before standing up and tossing a blanket over you, “ leave him. ”

“ What? ”

“ You can do better than some asshole who can’t make you finish. We’re gonna do this again sometime. ”

You responded with a nod before you watched him leave your apartment.

[plusvanity]

Varg always gets very emotional when asked about Euronymous on twitter, basically always answers those questions while ignoring other "on-topic" questions. u can almost see where exactly he's lying by his reaction. it's funny how he claims that he doesn't care abt Euronymous anymore 😭

He had been obsessed about Øystein since the start.

I talked a bit about this in another ask. How Varg seems people is very simple. He practice something called 'splitting'. It's either all good or all bad. 'All good' people can turn to 'All bad' people and vice-versa in no time. Borderlines do the same.

At first, he admired Øystein (this is undeniable), and he wanted to be like him, so much so, that he quickly became envious and frustrated. He saw Øystein as a rival, a danger, someone that by merely breathing was rising Varg's anxiety and stress level, someone whom he had to eliminate one way or another. This is a very primitive mentality, but what else do you except really?

For a pathological narcissist (someone at the high end of the spectrum), everything is a competition, and fury is what fuels them.

You can't blame Øystein for sharing the animosity with Varg towards the end of their 'friendship' because you can tell by how he always presented himself, he was such an insufferable presence in the black metal scene. Incapable of making friends, hostile and a 'poser', he wanted Øystein's position of power, prestige and admiration.

Burning churches was satisfying for a very short while, but as his infantile frustration grew, other thoughts occurred.

Even after he took an innocent man's life, he was not pleased, and the reality is that he will never be. Even dead, even after decades, Øystein holds power over him. Why? Because Varg has a massive inferiority complex. He knows he will never be 'good enough' of a musician, of a men, of a father or of a husband. He hates himself. Deep down, he knows he ruined his life, but he refuses to be in touch with his shame. Why? Because he would collapse so badly, his fantasy about himself would crumble to the ground. Admitting who he really is (as a failure) is mental s*****e. He is miserable inside out (look at how he looks at his age).

He is very reactive and emotional when it comes to Øystein and it's because he knows he's still the dirt under Øystein's shoe.

He can tell he doesn't care as much as he wants to, but the reality is so painfully obvious, it's pathetic.

His biggest achievement is no achievement at all. It's a shame.

[the-old-mayhem]

Sorry if this has been asked before, but I’ve never seen it answered as explicitly at least.

Do you guys know of any very factual sources about the actual forensics around Øystein’s death?

I ask because, I’m sure I remember reading on your page before something about him having a wound in the eye socket. Given that it went to court, there must be *some* degree of publicly accessible official info out there. Even things like the number of stab wounds being given as 23 seem to all stem from the same tabloid source just rehashed in perpetuity.

Not saying I necessarily doubt that it really was that many, but a tabloid journal is hardly the most reliable source. It just slightly baffles me the lack of “hard” information out there, even from 1993.

I am pretty sure it can all be found in Black metal media book, which contains newspaper articles from the trial, and about the case in general.

The thing is, I don't have that book easily accessible, it's all on my email and I don't feel like digging atm, sorry.

But I asked other admin and she also said it's in the BM media book. Besides, 23 stab wounds were mentioned by Varg many times, because he constantly complains that they counted random cuts Øystein got while running down the stairs after breaking the lamp on the wall. I don't see why he would lie about it in this case, because he complains he was wronged and there were not that many stabs.

As for the eye socket, it appears in the article and also Hellhammer had mentioned it in the interview from the 90s.

Varg claims he stabbed him in the forehead or temple or something like that? But it was the eye

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 26

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

Oystein had spent the week thinking about what had happened with Varg and Y/n. Hellhammer was right. This place wasn't safe for her. Hell, it wasn't safe for anyone that wasn't in the Black Circle. Varg had beat the shit out of some people he deemed posers on the spot and he didn't care who had something to say about it.

Between the random girls that came in to get fucked and the hardcore anti-human guys that came in spouting off about one superior race or some other bullshit, Oystein spent more time in his office with the door shut than he did downstairs. The energy was too tense and toxic for him to think.

He jumped at the sound of the phone while he was in the middle of reading through some music.

"Helvete." He said without much enthusiasm.

"Hey, I didn't hear from you for lunch so I wanted to call and make sure you weren't dead...or a sudden vegan." Y/n laughed on the other end of the phone.

"Hey- yeah no I'm not really hungry today but I'm glad you called. I wanted to talk to you about something." Oystein said with a sigh.

"Oh no...did you get kicked out of the club for fucking a Jewish girl?" Y/n teased but Oystein didn't think it was humorous. His silence made her clear her throat.

"Is everything okay? Did something happen?" She was concerned.

"I don't' think you should come by the shop anymore." Oystein didn't want to piss her off but that's not what he was getting. She seemed saddened.

"I mean...if that's what you want." She was somber.

"You didn't do anything wrong baby. I just don't want them to have access to you like that anymore. The people that we've been attracting through here, it's just not safe." Oystein explained.

"I mean...are you upset with me about what happened-" He cut her off quickly.

"Absolutely not. Varg's a fucking asshole and you always stand your ground to anyone who comes at you like that. I just don't want to put you in a bad situation where there's only one exit and I'm outnumbered." Oystein could hear a chuckle.

"What? You gonna fight for my honor?" She teased.

"If I have to...I probably won't survive it but it would be worth a shot." Oystein was glad she understood and wasn't upset.

"I just don't trust anyone with you. You're too important too me." Oystein clarified.

"Yeah I hear that you kinda love me or something." He smiled hearing her say it.

"Shut up asshole." He rolled his eyes as she laughed.

"Well if you aren't going to let me bring you lunch, why don't you come by and have lunch here. It's not like you're in the next town over you stalker." Y/n joked.

"The building was vacant!" Oystein defended.

"So is a lot of other real estate you freak." She yelled making him shake his head.

"Are you going to come over tonight?" He asked changing the subject.

"No I'm working a few extra hours tonight and I promised to hang out with my dad. We can spend some time together this weekend if you aren't hosting the dickless militants in your basement." Y/n suggested.

"That sounds good. I'll see you for lunch in a few hours, I've got a shipment coming in and I imagine the people I pay to work here won't actually do shit so I need to label and stock it myself." Oystein heard a knock on the door and Faust started to walk in without an answer.

"Sounds good, I'll see you in a few." She hung up the phone and Oystein removed his glasses.

"Yeah?" He asked seeing Faust look around.

"Is your girlfriend hiding in here or something?" He asked curiously.

"Why the fuck would she be hiding in here?" Oystein asked defensively. Faust put his hands up.

"She usually brings you lunch. I didn't mean anything by it." Oystein relaxed and gave him a nod.

"I'll be going to the shop to get lunch later once I get the shipment off the truck and tagged. Anyone downstairs?" He nodded his head towards the door.

"Um yeah a few of Varg's hangarounds are waiting for him. He's supposed to be here soon I think because at least two chicks have already come in here looking for him." Faust explained. Oystein made a face of disgust.

"This place is turning into a fucking nightmare." He raked his hands down his face and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Hey I wanted to ask you..we haven't really talked since the other night...when I told you guys about that guy..." Oystein looked at Faust and didn't want to think about that night. He knew his freedom relied on everyone keeping their mouths shut but Varg wasn't someone who could be controlled.

"Are we good? I mean...you aren't like..." Faust pressed.

"Faust, I couldn't careless. Fucking do what you want. I'm just trying to run a record shop." Oystein tried to make it sound minimal which seemed to appease him but Faust had literally murdered someone. The amount of stress and fear that Oystein held onto while he was at work made his stomach sick. What was once his dream, quickly crashed and burned into this stupid desire for people to fear them. All he wanted to do was get back to what he loved, which was the music.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Slow and eternal - Occultus x fem!reader

warning : slowburn (as good as it can be in a One-shot), the dark circle being the dark circle, friends to lovers kinda

Summary : A poser or a true demon in the end, the group didn't know yet. But no matter what they knew, Occultust and Faust couldn't get her out of their heads.

Info : So a request for @sweetest-catha I hope you like it and sorry for the longer wait I really had not the most time. But again have fun reading ;)

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Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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Helvete. She had heard about the infamous store in the scene. Had been shown photos by her friends and the press. Had heard her fans talking about it on her own tours and concerts. The new band that had emerged was "Mayhem".

But she didn't see it as a threat to her music, she saw it as a way to make the best out of all the shit in the world. There needed to be more darkness in this overly wholesome world if you asked her.

But wasn't that the answer any satanist would give? But when she finally stood in front of it, it was something she hadn't expected. Although there were a few customers in the store, it seemed like everything.

Actually, even if she had wanted to come here, she had to admit that it was more her orientation, she wanted to go to the city recording studio for a new song and not here. But what did that mean, maybe it was fate and in the end she would find her destination. A dark satanic world of her own.

Where she liked to be herself. Still wondering if they would have that one thing. That one particular cover. But as soon as she entered, the smell of cigarettes and beer hit her, not unfamiliar but almost too much on a morning when she had enough oxygen and wasn't about to pass out.

Looking around, she had to admit that she felt a certain comfort but with a naive charm. She knew that she wasn't necessarily significantly older than Euronymous and yet the group seemed so much more bursting with energy it impressed her a little. Because she herself knew that the world had turned against her from the beginning, and not just because of her choice of musician and genre.

With a small grin on her lips, she began to go through the shelves. She saw one or two familiar albums before stopping at the one that made her smile. ,,What are you smiling about, sweetie?" she heard an almost cheerful voice and looked next to her.

A young man no older than her was standing next to her, a wide grin on his lips and broad sunglasses hanging from his black sweater. ,,Hi, I was just looking at the plates, you've got some good ones," she replied, pointing to a few of them and hearing the long-haired man giggle, which he found more than amusing. ,,What do you mean, darling? Euronymous the owner" another one came up to her, stood next to the guy and put a hand on his hip.

She looked into his blue eyes and saw that he was sizing her up, judging whether she was good enough for your store or just a poser. ,,Sweetheart or poser girl?" asked another and she recognized the tall one as Faust had seen his picture from the police station after being questioned about the murder of a man.

But no one could really ask if it was true, at least not yet. ,,I like poser girls," the shorter one commented, introducing himself as Occultus and simply grabbing her hand and shaking it, but the grin didn't leave his lips.

Something that also made her smile slightly the energy of the group was so different individually that it was almost ironic how they all belonged together. ,,If you have no idea, get out!" she heard Varg shout from behind the cash register. She knew the album he had made well but it wasn't necessarily her favorite.

Looking back at Euronymous, he had folded his arms and was pointing to the door, ,,Get out or something will happen," he threatened, but something told her he wouldn't dare. It seemed to be either the over-interest of his two friends or the slight flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

He was bluffing. ,,Well then, the poser girl is leaving now...but I'd have a look at one of the records, maybe you'll find something nice," she countered with a smile, turning on her heel and disappearing from the store with a wave. She left the boys slightly puzzled, but it was mainly Occultus and Faust whose grins only widened.

Because what at least she couldn't know was that when she gave the next concert, Occultus and Faust would be there as well as the whole circle. Everything about her was impressive, even if she wasn't the main singer, the boys recognized her despite the demonic masks.

The masks, which seemed to come from hell itself, covered the faces of the band and yet they recognized the young woman behind the mask. ,,She's epic," Faust heard his friend say as they both took another sip of beer and watched the demonic guitar solo they were about to witness. It was impressive how she could use her fingers to create such a beat for the band, it was as if Satan himself had taken over.

Even if she didn't notice the group in her frenzy, she put a lot of effort into this concert and it was well worth it. Because only a year later the band's new album was released and she wanted to see how well it was received. Or whether the boys had done their homework and now knew who they were or perhaps had a little more respect.

They had developed into decent Satanists and not thirteen-year-olds. When the door opened again and her arrival was announced, a small smile stole onto her lips. ,,That's right it's her" she heard the band founder murmur and the others scrambled out from behind the curtain. Not letting on, she went to the same shelf as a year ago, looked at the album and couldn't help but smile.

,,You...you...you were incredible," stammered the two friends who had dared to come to her, seeing Occultus trying to hide behind Faust and the other one the other way around. The two of them seemed too dazzled by her power on the guitar, at least from the outside.

,,Yes... really incredible," the two mumbled again and she couldn't help but giggle - the two of them were kind of cute and even if she didn't want to admit it at first, they were somehow adorable. ,,Thank you both," she began and held out her hands to them, which they shook and pulled into her arms with a surprised noise.

,,Tell me...would you like to be invited for a pizza?" she asked, gesturing with her head in the direction of the pizzeria opposite. Shabby and old and yet the best pizzas in town, as they all knew. Their hearts beat faster, it almost seemed like a date.

But even she couldn't deny the beating of her heart, they were already somehow in love. ,,You bet!" they exclaimed and she suddenly felt the two of them stand next to her, put their hands around her and the three of them smiled as they left the store. Feeling the fast but sweet kiss on her cheeks as the two kissed her as a thank you.

Not knowing that after the pizza date there would only be more opportunities to find out that their hearts beat for her and her heart beat for them. But above all, the black-haired Occultus would never forget this satanic goddess.

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[livingdeadgirlstuff]

Silk Ribbons, Euronymous

Desc: Euronymous x Latina reader meets in his record store before running into each other again.

Warnings: Afab! reader. Alcohol consumption.

12:42 PM l AUGUST 21st

You didn't know you were gonna end up outside of "Helvete", a dark record store containing only pure metal. You weren't particularly excited at first but seeing how excited your little brother Fabio was definitely brightened the moment. Walking in the both of you caught the group of men's attention, and sure enough all eyes were on you. Your low rise boot-cut jeans, short tank top ending right below your belly button showing the perfect amount of skin and your hair. Your hair was in two braids, braided in was silk ribbon.

"Hey Lil Bo Peep I think you got the wrong place!" One of the men mocked before snickering with the group. "Ignórelos" you quickly told Fabio before placing a hand on his back, walking with him throughout the store. Soon enough Fabio gasped quickly grabbing a vinyl "Mira tienen Metallica!" He shouted jumping up and down in excitement, you couldn't even reply you just smiled seeing him this happy. "Dámelo. Te lo voy a comprar" Hearing these words come out of your mouth made Fabio ecstatic, hugging you with all his might you thought he was about to kill you. After finally peeling him off of you you grab the vinyl and walk towards the counter, making eye contact with the man behind it. He was intimidating and the smirk falling on his lips didn't help the intimidation. "Will this be all for today?" before being able to answer a man next to him speaks up. "Psh Metallica? Shits for posers. Why don't you listen to the real dark and heavy stuff Lil Bo Peep?" The nickname falling out of his mouth again and his opinions about your brothers vinyl made your blood boil.

"My apologies for my associate Varg, he has his..heavy opinions. Soo is this it for today?" The man behind the counter who you assume runs the place speaks up with a smile, hmm cute you thought. It's like a rare sight seeing this dark and scary Satan worshiping looking guy smile so sweetly at you...unlike Varg who is throwing daggers at you and your brother. "Yes it'll be just the one METALLICA vinyl" you emphasize Metallica looking straight at Varg giving him an innocent smile after.

After chuckling to himself the man in front of you hands you the vinyl, not ringing you up. "What-" "On the house. Gift for the little man back there." He leans to the side sending a smile to your brother who's hiding behind you. "Wh- Really?" The smile on your face makes him feel something in his gut, a good feeling. Fabio lights up after you explain the situation to him, smiling so hard that you bet it hurt. "Dile gracias." you tell him making sure he thanks the man. "thank you" Fabio says shyly peeking his head out behind you.

"No problem kid, you're being raised right. Around good music." You and Fabio smile at him before leaving the record store all giggles and smiles.

"What so now you're just giving stuff away?" Faust questions "Don't question my business morals now" Euronymous says before rolling up the magazine on the counter and smacking it lightly against Faust's head and walking away.

9:03 PM l AUGUST 23rd

Euronymous found himself walking into a bar after a hellish day at the store...and with Varg. He needed something to take his mind off of everything, and getting wasted was the perfect thing to do so. Except something catches his eye. Silk Ribbons. He recognized the ribbons and braids I mean no one else wore their hair like this.

You're sitting at the bar drinking the time away expecting a date but it's been almost an hour and a no show. You planned to finish your last drink and go home not wanting to waste any more of your time until you hear a familiar voice behind you. "Ribbons?" You turn around and there he is. The pale long haired man from the record store. "Ribbons?" You questioned the nickname "Yeah cause of um-" He awkwardly points towards your hair "I uh never got your name." "Y/N." "Y/N. Hey how's the little guy and the vinyl? He like it? He questions before pulling the chair out next to you and taking a seat. "Like it? God he LOVES that thing. Won't stop playing it on repeat." You chuckle to yourself before taking the last sip of your drink. "Seems like a die hard Metallica fan. I'm uh Euronymous" He quickly introduces himself realizing he got your name but you never got his. "Euronymous." You repeat to yourself before smiling at him "It's nice to meet you again Euronymous."

And there it was. That nice feeling in his gut again.

The clock now reads "9:56", almost an hour has passed and you've come to the conclusion that Euronymous isn't as scary as he seems. Euronymous learned a lot about you and your brother, he could tell how much you cared for Fabio. Like seeing a proud mother talk about her son. You and Fabio moved to Noway after the passing of your father, you guys were never close but he left more than enough money to do what you and Fabio always dreamed of. Traveling. So you guys left the one bedroom apartment in LA and moved to Europe. Now living in a two bedroom home big enough to keep both of you happy, you guys finally felt like you could breathe.

"Shit- I gotta go I told Fabio I would be back at 10" You started scrambling, getting your bag and getting up from your seat you leave enough cash to pay for the two drinks you ordered the hour before. Euronymous is a bit disappointed he actually enjoyed your guy's conversation but he knew it had to come to an end. Euronymous followed behind you trying to catch up with your fast steps, trying to spit out his question he struggles a bit but after mustering up the courage, he asks. "Can I uhm get your number maybe?" "You trying to take me out?" You jokingly reply "M-maybe." His response makes you smile, god he was awkward but he was trying. You don't say anything until you're in the drivers seat of your truck. "Hmm I don't give my number to strangers you know...but you've proven to me your not a bad guy" He's a bit hurt at first but hearing the second part made him visibly light up, and watching you take out lipstick out of your bag confused him for a second until your holding his arm writing your digits in the deep color. Euronymous doesn't say anything but smiles a bit not being able to contain that feeling in his gut anymore. Once you're gone he carefully makes sure he gets back to the store without smudging the lipstick before writing it down on a piece of paper he found lying around on the counter.

"The fuck are you smiling about?" Faust interrupts Euronymous's thoughts, finding it weird seeing his fellow guitarist smiling so weirdly at a piece of paper. Euronymous doesn't reply, instead throwing the closet magazine in his reach at Faust before climbing into his bed. Smiling.

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Fenrir

Other names: Fenrisúlfr, Hróðvitnir, Vánagandr

Parents: Loki , Angrboða

Siblings: Hel, Jörmungandr

Consort: Angrboða

Offspring: Hati Hróðvitnisson, Sköll

Mythology

*As a disclaimer with mythology. A lot have been lost to time. There are theories and attempts to reconstruct things although we may not truly know. A lot of lore has been Christianized like the Poetic Eddas.*

The Binding of Fenrir

The binding of Fenrir have many iterations and telling. The general story goes that the gods found Loki's children. They feared Fenrir because of his rapid growth. Some instances that Odin feared his fate and trying to delay it. The gods decided that they would bind Fenrir. As in Ragnarok Fenrir would kill Odin.

They threw Jörmungandr into the sea and Hel into Helheimr but they took Fenrir with them to keep an eye on him. Tyr was the only one who approached and fed him. As Fenrir grew the gods decided that he would not stay and tried to trick him into fetters. Fenrir broke every fetter until Skirnir went to the dwarves challenging them to make a chain that he could not break. The dwarves answered this challenge. They made a chain from the sound of a cat's footfall, the beard of a woman, the roots of a mountain, bear's sinews, fish's breath, and bird's spittle. They named this chain Gleipnir.

The gods challenged Fenrir to break Gleipnir but he knew this was a trick. He said that he would do so only if one of the gods would place his right hand in Fenrir's mouth as a pledge to free him if he failed to break the chain. (In Germanic culture, your right hand was used to swear an oath, and oaths were very serious. "oathbreakers" were sent to Náströnd as long with murderers and adulterers.)

Tyr was the one who stepped forward and placed his hand in Fenrir's mouth. But when Fenrir couldn't break free and the gods didn't keep their oath. He bit Tyr's hand off.

Járnviðr

A forest located east of Midgard, inhabited by trollwomen who bore jötnar and giant wolves. 

Gylfaginning

Þá mælti Gangleri: "Skjótt ferr sólin ok nær svá sem hon sé hrædd, ok eigi myndi hon þá meir hvata göngunni, at hon hræddist bana sinn."

Þá svarar Hárr: "Eigi er þat undarligt, at hon fari ákafliga. Nær gengr sá, er hana sækir, ok engan útveg á hon nema renna undan."

Þá mælti Gangleri: "Hverr er sá, er henni gerir þann ómaka?"

Hárr segir: "Þat eru tveir úlfar, ok heitir sá, er eftir henni ferr, Skoll. Hann hræðist hon, ok hann mun taka hana. En sá heitir Hati Hróðvitnisson, er fyrir henni hleypr, ok vill hann taka tunglit, ok svá mun verða."

Þá mælti Gangleri: "Hverr er ætt úlfanna?"

Hárr segir: "Gýgr ein býr fyrir austan Miðgarð í þeim skógi, er Járnviðr heitir. Í þeim skógi byggja þær tröllkonur, er Járnviðjur heita. In gamla gýgr fæðir at sonum marga jötna ok alla í vargs líkjum, ok þaðan af eru komnir þessir úlfar. Ok svá er sagt, at af ættinni verðr sá einna máttkastr, er kallaðr er Mánagarmr. Hann fyllist með fjörvi allra þeira manna, er deyja, ok hann gleypir tungl, en stökkvir blóði himin ok loft öll. Þaðan týnir sól skini sínu, ok vindar eru þá ókyrrir ok gnýja heðan ok handan. 

Then said Gangleri: "The sun fares swiftly, and almost as if she were afraid: she could not hasten her course any the more if she feared her destruction." Then Hárr made answer: "It is no marvel that she hastens furiously: close cometh he that seeks her, and she has no escape save to run away." Then said Gangleri: "Who is he that causes her this disquiet?" Hárr replied: "It is two wolves; and he that runs after her is called Skoll; she fears him, and he shall take her. But he that leaps before her is called Hati Hródvitnisson. He is eager to seize the moon; and so it must be." Then said Gangleri: "What is the race of the wolves?" Hárr answered: "A witch dwells to the east of Midgard, in the forest called Ironwood: in that wood dwell the troll-women, who are known as Ironwood-Women. The old witch bears many giants for sons, and all in the shape of wolves; and from this source are these wolves sprung. The saying runs thus: from this race shall come one that shall be mightiest of all, he that is named Moon-Hound; he shall be filled with the flesh of all those men that die, and he shall swallow the moon, and sprinkle with blood the heavens and all the air; thereof shall the sun lose her shining, and the winds in that day shall be unquiet and roar on every side

Völuspá

40. Austr sat in aldna í Járnviði ok fæddi þar Fenris kindir; verðr af þeim öllum einna nokkurr tungls tjúgari í trölls hami.

In the east sat the old woman in Iron-wood and gave birth there to Fenrir's offspring; one of them in trollish shape shall be snatcher of the moon.

Thursatru and Rökkatru

Anticosmic Norse Paganism or Thursian sorcery venerates the Thursian giants. This is a Left Handed Path tradition. In the Thursian tradition Fenrir represents primal forces and chaos.

Definition of Anticosmic

Anti-Cosmic Satanism, also known as Chaos-Gnostic Satanism and Anti-Cosmic Gnosticism, is a belief system that believes that the Demiurge imprisoned humans with Cosmic Chains, holding us back from our true freedom in Chaos and Limitlessness. It believes that through the liberation of our mortal chains, we will once more return to Tohu/Ain - nothingness

The Aesir representing the Demiurge powers. Ragnarok freeing the chains and bringing everything back to the Ginnungagap.

The Thursar, the Old Norse primordial Giants, are seen as the more destructive forces raised against that cosmic order of the creation even into the given final culmination of Ragnarök or Ragnarökkr.

Abby Helasdottir coined the term Rökkatru. This is separate from the Thursian path.

Rökkatru's primary focus was the third pantheon of underworld Gods. These include Hela, Loki, Angrboda, Sigyn, Fenrir, Jormundgand, Narvi and Vali, Surt, Mordgud, and Mengloth, among others.

Working with Fenrir

*Please know basic protections and energy work before attempting any deity work.*

Offerings: Blood (when making oaths), Dragonsblood, Frankincense, Meat,

Rituals

⬩ Some practitioners can do a ritual to Fenrir to initiate under him when ready. This is not recommended for those not ready and or those who have any doubts about it. Breaking this oath as with any oaths for other deities will result in consequences.

⬩ A blót for Fenrir. Offer him the finest of meat.

⬩ Ritual for strength

⬩ Thursian rituals

Altar

Set up an altar/sacred space for performing rituals or giving offerings. Items may include

⬩Altar cloth

⬩Candles (color doesn't matter, black is fine)

⬩Cup or chalice

⬩Incense and incense burner

⬩Offering bowl

⬩Statues of Fenrir, wolf statue. Carvings of his name in runes. ᚠᛖᚾᚱᛁᚱ

For more information on basic deity work and altar setups check out the deity work post

Experience

In my personal experience in talking to people who worked with Fenrir. I've met a practioner who didn't think Loki was Fenrir's father. That Fenrir is not bound. He doesn't appear to be bound. He answers those who are strong and come in time of need. He is distant and quiet at first but will become more vocal over time.

I have also come across ideas of a priest and priestess of Fenrir. Priestess having deep connections with him. This tied into the concept that priestess had intimate and deep connections to gods and those of primal and primordial nature. Priest had deep connections to goddesses. This concept is in Greek mythology and heiros gamos.

Fenrir the one of primordial fire, chaos and the primal current. The one who is a shapeshifter. Father of wolves. Looks for those who are strong for he sees true strength. A test, a trial for those who are true. He is a serious deity. He sends a storm in his blessing.

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A Wolf's Eye

This little story is meant as a present for an artist I admire, who became a friend and someone I respect and care for a lot. I first wanted to draw something, but I’m better at writing than drawing. I’m no “writer” though, by any means, and probably write stories like a 15-year-old with too big a will for happy endings and sugary love.

This is based on something I used to do when I was a very bad student at school. I’d ask for some imposed terms I have to use. Not just mentioned in a description but integrated into the story in a coherent manner. When I did that at school, I would even ask for the hero of the story, and once wrote the marvellous adventures of a mouse. But for this one, I gave myself the courtesy of choosing the protagonists. One would expect Pelle and Varg, but they’re much better in their hands than mine, so I went for the pair I’m the most comfortable with.

Here is what I asked for, and the perfect answers @plusvanity gave me : 

A colour: titanium white An animal: wolf A country: Sweden An household / everyday use item: a warm blanket A season: winter A song with lyrics OR specific lyrics: For Emma - Bon Iver

-Me before starting it : This is going to be so easy, I was already planning for winter and the lyrics are so fitting! -Me after writing about 50 words : Fuck me…

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The sunset was stretching its golden beams across the landscape. Sat on the roof of the cabin, basking in the fainting warmth of the sun, was a blonde haired man. His eyes were closed and his mind was wandering. Winter had a way of sneaking memories in there, mostly bad, sometimes good. He shook his head to push any unwanted thought away. He wanted a clear mind so he could come up with new lyrics.

Being alone and just looking at nature was a good way to do that. He would often do it as an escape, since his younger years back in Sweden, and the habit has stuck with him. However, it was less and less of an escape and he truly enjoyed these rides now. It helped that the scenery was different from what he was used to, bringing something fresh to his sore mind. Yet, Norway was similar enough to Sweden in its decor to give him this sense of home and comfort that his old home didn’t give him anymore.

He would admire the landscape, see it move and change to become what he wanted. From a warm orange sunset, he would imagine a dark blue cloudy sky instead. All those beautiful evergreens, he would picture them dead with charcoal black bark. Where there is a house, in his mind it would turn into a castle made with old grey stones and lit by torches. In a window, there would be a shadowy figure cloaked in darkness, its watchful eye towering the scene. It would be cold, rough and gloomy, just the way he likes it. Later, he would pull out some paper and sketch his visions to turn them into something more tangible. He would scrap many, but some would be true to the images in his mind and worthy of keeping.

The sound of a door opening and some steps coming from the porch underneath him tore him from his reverie.

“Pelle? It’s getting dark, where are you?” “Up here” he answered, waving his hand. “Why are you on the roof?” he asked, slightly annoyed to have to step out in the cold. “The view. Come join me” he offered, pointing at the ladder. “I don’t deal with heights very well. Can’t you come down?” “You make me come down.” he dared him.

Øystein groaned and left, slamming the door shut, enough to make the wall and the windows shake. The blonde chuckled. For some strange reason, his friend’s temper would always bring a smile to his face. He resumed his contemplation but now, his mind was blurred, like an old television that got stuck between two channels. He sighed and climbed down carefully. Night wasn’t yet covering their part of the world, so he made for the trees instead of going home.

He walked on a path he knew as it was too late to venture in any new direction. His steps were confident, each one taken exactly where he had to in order to avoid a cavity here or a stump there. This allowed his mind to wander once more, free from any other thought. It was one of these moments ; your mind is invaded by a melody, it’s nostalgic, distorted like an old record, and it feels eerily familiar even if the name eludes you. There were no words, only notes that escorted his stroll in the forest.

He stopped and blinked a few times, adjusting to the unexpected drop in daylight. It felt as sudden as an eclipse, plunging the forest in darkness right after he realised he had wandered away from his regular path, too lost in thought. He fumbled carefully, going from a tree to another, taking slow steps until there was no tree left so he had to walk blindly, both hands in front of him.

Tripping on a shrouded obstacle, he ended up with his hands and knees in the cold snow. He was about to get back to his feet when he heard a low growl. As far as he knew, there were no dangerous predators in this forest, he would have noticed by then. But the sound filled him with a sense of dread he never felt before. Daring to lift his head, he looked around and was met with two bright golden eyes surrounded by titanium white fur that almost blinded him. The creature’s outline started to appear inch by inch as Pelle got used to the obscurity. It was a wolf, a huge one, and it was only a few feet away from him. He was frozen in fear save from the slight tremor the cold gave him as it crawled into his skin from his hands and knees.

The wolf started to inch closer and closer at an agonisingly slow pace when all it had to do was pounce on him to tear him up. Pelle hoped this was a dream or an hallucination, that he got lost in the forest and was now slowly dying of hypothermia, his mind protecting him by creating this weird fantasy. The wolf came close enough to sniff him and circled him before it sat, his mesmerising gaze locked on Per.

“We trip, we fall, we get up and try again until darkness becomes light and there is nothing left to fuel our fears. Only then can we live. Only then we are free.”

His voice was deep and distant, like the echo of an ancient deity that took pity on Pelle in his dying moments. The wolf came to his side, its icy fur grazed Per’s body and it took him a few seconds to understand it was offering help. He held onto him and lifted himself up, realising the cold had numbed his legs so much that they were shaking as he straightened up. The wolf retreated into the depths, leaving him alone with his freezing body and clouded mind.

A faint light caught his eye in the distance. Unconsciously, he knew he had to go that way. Gradually, it became brighter and his path was visible. However, he kept his attention to the source, understanding his surroundings from sole peripheral vision. From an unknown shape, the light became a rectangle. A door. A strange figure appeared in its frame, it was short, had long hair and wore a cloak of sorts. It came out from this divine gateway and seemed to float above the ground. Taking his steps at the same time as the figure, Per circled it like a predator would with its prey, avoiding the light and placing himself to the side of whoever it was.

“Pelle! It’s really cold now! You’ll freeze to death!” “No, I won’t” “Fuck! Don’t startle me like that!” “Sorry, I won’t do it again.” he promised, his playfully smile hinting otherwise.

Øystein opens his arms to invite Pelle inside. He meant inside the house, Pelle understood inside his arms. So that’s where he went, sliding his arms around the Norwegian and laying his head on the guitarist’s shoulder.

“You’re cold!” “And you’re nicely warm.”

Giving up, the shorter man wrapped his singer with the blanket as best he could, shielding him from the cold.

“Come inside, please.” “Were you worried about me?” “...Always.” he answered in a whisper.

He noticed Øystein was blushing. Or was it only the cold? Pelle didn’t care, he found it cute. He’s warming up already, but from the inside, from this foreign feeling of being cared for.

In the distance, the wolf was watching. His fur so white made him stand out from the fainter tone of the snow. As the wanderer he is, the lone wolf invites to explore the trails yet unblazed. Would Per understand this sign? Would he travel on this foreign road? Only time would tell, but Pelle would not forget his fall into the uncanny valley any time soon.

[haywire-hetfield]

Can u write Dead/Euronymous smutfic? I really like ur writing and it's obvious ur really talented :]

Aw, thank you! And of course 🫰

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

Warnings: Past character death, ambiguity, hand jobs

Words: 2,550

“I’m sorry about all the blood,” Øystein wasn’t sure if he’d imagined the words at first. The voice was unmistakably Pelle’s, but that was hard to accept given the fact that the last time Øystein had seen Pelle, he’d been cleaning the blonde’s brain off of the wall. 

There was a presence behind Øystein, almost as though someone had climbed into bed with him and slid close to his back. Arms wrapped around his waist and a body cuddled against him.

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

Sometimes, he’d even hear Pelle moving through the house. Øystein had never realized how distinctive Pelle’s footsteps were during life, but he knew they were his when he’d hear them. But none of that was as tangible as this. He’d never felt Pelle even reaching out, let alone actually touching him. 

His hands were cold as they slipped around Øystein’s waist, settling beneath his jacket and pressing against bare skin. They’d always been cold, though. The man had always seemed dead long before his time and Øystein had once joked that Pelle dying as a child had left residual effects on him, but that didn’t feel as funny now as it once had.

“You’re not real,” Øystein whispered out into the darkness of his room, unsure of what else to say. If he needed to say anything at all, he wasn’t sure what the social etiquette here was. 

Pelle’s hands pressed against the skin of his stomach more firmly, fighting the allegation. It all seemed so real, so tangible. He couldn’t fathom how his brain and body was conjuring this up if Pelle wasn’t actually there, but he also couldn’t believe he was. Maybe his brain needed him to believe this wasn’t real. 

“Does it matter?” Pelle asked him in return, voice just above a whisper. 

Øystein stayed silent for a moment, unsure of how to answer that. He didn’t know if it did and he honestly didn’t think he was ready to think too deeply on that. Maybe he could just let this happen, letting this section of time exist as it was. Until he was ready to examine it, maybe it truly didn’t matter if Pelle was real or not. That was a problem that he could sort out at a later date. 

“I don’t think Varg will work out,” Øystein told him, breaking the silence and opting for a subject change. Pelle let out a noise of acknowledgement, staying quiet. By now, Øystein could imagine that Pelle knew when he had more to say on a subject and knew when to stay silent to let him continue. “He’s just so…He isn’t you. You weren’t even you sometimes,” He continued, opening up more than he usually could. 

He thought it was perhaps a bit depressing that the only person he could open up to was a dead person. He’d always had issues communicating, especially when it came to being vulnerable. It made sense that he was opening up to the imagination of Pelle now, he’d always been the one he felt safest with in life. 

“I was always me,” Pelle said and that was what truly scared Øystein. 

It was more distressing for Øystein to view Pelle as a multidimensional person. He preferred to pick what parts he liked of Pelle and regard that as Pelle’s “true” self. Anything outside of it wasn’t him being himself, it was someone else entirely. But Pelle brought up the terrifying prospect that his view on things wasn’t accurate and he was inclined to believe him. 

Maybe every time he’d lie in bed, unmoving and unspeaking for hours, that was a part of Pelle. Each time he would do something that was enough to even disturb Øystein and then just stared at him, a vacant look in his eyes as though he was somewhere else entirely, that was Pelle. Every conversation they would have that led to him talking about how he felt like a corpse that was still able to walk around and Øystein could just sense how genuine he was being, that was Pelle. 

“No,” Øystein said suddenly. “You weren’t always you,” His tone was decisive, leaving no room for an argument about it. Pelle sighed as though it was a great burden to not push back against the notion, but he did thankfully let the topic drop. 

There was a long period where neither said anything. The silence grew uncomfortable very quickly, feeling too cold and eerie. It reminded Øystein of the day he’d found Pelle’s body, the total silence that he’d never experienced before that day. Death carried a certain stillness that made him sick to his stomach. It had been as though the air in Pelle’s room was stagnant, not moving one way or another. 

“Do you think Varg hates me?” Øystein asked after a few seconds, deciding to default back into the previous conversation. Lately, his mind had been very narrow. If he wasn’t thinking about Pelle, he was usually thinking about Varg in some capacity. Pelle made a noise that was hard to decipher, one Øystein wasn’t sure he’d ever heard him make. Not that Pelle was very easy to read normally, but he was even more difficult now. 

“Why are you so obsessed with him?” Pelle questioned and Øystein immediately felt himself tensing up. The accusation set beneath his skin in an unpleasant way and the fact it came from Pelle made it worse. 

“I am not obsessed with him,” Øystein told him simply and hoped that would be the end of the conversation. Pelle had always been good at reading when he didn’t want to talk about something and mostly respected his wishes. This would hopefully be one of those times where he just let it go. 

Øystein turned over, dislodging the arms from his waist. He halfway expected Pelle to disappear when he moved, to vanish into the air or for his body to wake up. He wasn’t sure what state he was in now. If Pelle was another hallucination or a dream. Hell, maybe he was a ghost that had come back to haunt him. It wouldn’t surprise him, given how Pelle had been plaguing every facet of his life in some way. 

Pelle remained as Øystein flipped over to face him, though. His look was exactly how Øystein remembered him to be in life. His blonde hair was partially obscuring his face and the way the moonlight hit his skin made it look impossibly paler, almost translucent. He didn’t look real, although he hadn’t looked real even when he was. When their eyes met, Pelle’s chapped lips curled into a small smile. 

“Would you like me to take your mind off of him?” Pelle asked, putting on the same coy voice Øystein was so familiar with. They’d done this a few times before and Øystein didn’t need him to elaborate to know what he was getting at. He had to consider it this time around, though. 

He had his own reservations about sleeping with another man when Pelle was alive, the fact he was a ghost or some variation of ‘very not real’ only complicated things further. He’d also heard a story about a guy who caught a rare disease from fucking a corpse. He didn’t know if that was even real or if he could catch that from whatever state Pelle was currently in, but he ultimately decided he’d take the risk. 

“Fuck it. Yeah. Take my mind off of it,” Øystein told him, purposefully calling the situation an ‘it’ rather than ‘him.’ He couldn’t admit Pelle was right and that his mind was caught up on Varg. Pelle didn’t call him out on it, he just smiled and gave a small nod of his head. 

“Get on your back,” Pelle advised gently and Øystein went willingly. He’d just accepted his situation by now, deciding not to stress about it too much right now. In the morning, he’d be better equipped to deal with whatever he was experiencing now. This could be a weird dream and there was no sense in worrying over dreams. 

Øystein watched Pelle as he shifted closer to his side, reaching beneath the blankets to rub at him through his boxers. His hands had always felt nice, long and skilled at whatever he was doing at any given moment. He curled his bony fingers around Øystein’s cock through the fabric, stroking along the skin. It was teasing, just enough to rile Øystein up and get him hard, but not enough to actually get him off. 

Øystein was patient. He knew Pelle had always followed through and he didn’t see any reason why he’d stop now. He could feel himself hardening beneath the touch, cock beginning to leak precum into his boxers. It made the fabric stick and drag along his skin, applying an amount of friction that was bordering on painful. As if Pelle could read his mind, he pulled his hand away. 

“Take them off,” Pelle encouraged. Øystein moved to comply embarrassingly fast, but he chose to ignore the giggle it drew from Pelle. It wasn’t like he could share the experience with Øystein to anyone and laugh about it, and Øystein honestly didn’t care if Pelle judged him. He focused on kicking his boxers off, not caring about where they landed. His legs spread easily, giving himself more space. 

Pelle seemed to take this as an invitation, moving to settle himself in between Øystein’s legs. He fit between them easily and watched Øystein for a moment. Øystein peered back at him through the darkness, noting how similar and different he looked from Øystein’s usual conquests. 

He was pretty enough in the face and his long hair made him look more like a girl. Øystein had slept with women who were far less pretty and feminine in the face than Pelle was. His body was less impressive. He lacked any soft curves, body flat in some places and bones jutting out in others. Scars littered his body, all of varying depths and shapes. Most were lines, although very shaky ones, all a bit jagged. He looked like a corpse that had risen from the grave, eyes sunken and unfocused. 

It was an odd mixture. He was both beautiful and horrific, and Øystein found himself wishing to stare at him for the rest of the night. 

Pelle distracted him a few seconds later, though. His hand reached back out to Øystein and wrapped around his cock once more, touching bare skin this time. At first, he just focused on the head and spreading the precum that gathered there. Once he seemed satisfied with the slickness on Øystein’s skin, he began stroking. He started slowly at first, although his movements didn’t seem unsure or nervous. 

In fact, he never had seemed unsure or nervous about this in the entire time that Øystein had known him. He wondered if Pelle had experience before him. Surely, he must have. Nobody was that confident without trying it at least a few times. He’d honestly expected Pelle to be a virgin in general and he wasn’t sure the man had ever gone beyond touching, maybe he never had at all before his death. He might have died a virgin in that regard, he considered. 

“Does that feel good?” Pelle asked him. Øystein gave a small nod, but his breathing caught in his throat and his hips jerked when Pelle rubbed a finger over the sensitive head. “You’re still so responsive,” Pelle noted with a smile. Øystein decided to just close his eyes and to try to focus on the pleasure. 

Pelle tried out a few different speeds and levels of tightness before he found one he deemed correct. Occasionally, his hand would twist slightly once he got closer to the head and it made Øystein’s toes curl each time. He lost track of how long things went on like that, finding it easy to lose himself in the feeling and maybe this was exactly what he’d needed. If Pelle was a figment of his own mind, it made sense that he was giving him what he actually needed. 

“You’re warm,” Pelle murmured to him through the darkness. A moment later, Pelle’s free hand reached out to play with his balls. The sudden coldness was a shock to his system and made him squirm, but Pelle’s hand quickly warmed up against him. He wanted to point out he wasn’t actually particularly warm, Pelle had simply always felt like a corpse. He kept the thought to himself. 

“Just keep going,” Øystein encouraged instead. “I’m close,” And that seemed to be enough to distract Pelle, giving him something else to focus on. Both hands applied a bit more pressure and he was unsure of how Pelle was so able to focus his hands on two separate tasks. 

The hand on his balls was a bit uncoordinated at first, but quickly adapted. Both hands moved smoothly over his skin, enhancing the experience. The final straw was when Pelle began messing with his frenulum, thumb rubbing over it with every other stroke. 

It was the most sensitive spot on him and he found himself getting closer. He let out an embarrassing noise that he’d deny making later on, but he couldn’t bring himself to care at that moment. All his brain was focused on was making sure the pleasure never stopped until he was done. Luckily, Pelle didn’t make any signs of stopping or even slowing down, moving faster if anything. 

“Fuck,” Øystein whispered out into the darkness, feeling himself being pushed over the edge. At the first realization that Øystein was coming, Pelle slowed his hand down to avoid overstimulating him. It reminded Øystein of just how much Pelle had come to know his body during life. He knew exactly what he needed and when, and gave it to him without even hesitating. 

He stroked him through it, ignoring the mess on his hand. He’d never minded things feeling sticky or gross and Øystein was suddenly grateful for it. His hand only moved away from him once he knew Øystein was completely done, letting go of him carefully. 

Øystein felt boneless as he laid in bed. His body tingled in some places, nerves alive and overwhelmed. He was even more tired than he had been before, feeling as though he’d run a mile. Pelle was quiet as he moved to lay down next to him again and Øystein stuck out one arm easily. 

Pelle laid himself close, resting his head on Øystein’s arm and they were both silent outside of Øystein trying to catch his breath. Øystein was once again struck with the problem of not knowing what to say to Pelle, nothing seemed like the appropriate thing. Instead of risking saying the wrong thing, he chose to say nothing at all. And in the morning, Pelle was gone again.

[aoikasaa]

here we have the final line-up with all the charms together ! please take note some backgrounds colours are subject to change due to colour printing issues, but the designs will remain the same :"))

pre-orders for these charms are open on my ko-fi shop here, with further details below the cut - if there are any interested in group orders, please read point one !

do read the description of the ko-fi page thoroughly (especially those who want to purchase Fritz or Varg charms), as it highlights the differences in charm options.

my ask box is also open if there are any other questions - take note that all questions will be answered publicly for the sake of the general audience, so please use the anon function if you wish to preserve anonymity!

will they be available internationally? yes ! but as i’m not based in the US, shipping to US and other parts of Asia/the rest of the world starts from usd$9 as i’ll be using registered mail;; if you have a few friends in the same region as you, I’m open to group orders to help with shipping costs ! however, as shipping is charged by weight, please take note for group order managers/admins that I may contact you for further shipping charges. do contact me if you plan on opening public group orders so I can help out by reblogging/notifying others ! :DD

will Evermore versions be available? unfortunately, i don’t think so unless this original batch does extraordinarily well haha// due to the style of the merch, it takes a long time to produce and i simply don’t have the time to dedicate to so many characters again;; but if i change the designs…simplify them…hm…but then they wont match the og ver charms hrngh….i dont know haha !! im thinking about it !!! i really am !!! but ultimately this is very much a passion project for me so it is at the whims of my limited time and energy :“))

how long will they be available for sale ? this series of charms will be available for pre-order until 10th January 2024 if you’re unable to purchase at this time, i will likely be opening a second sale after a local con during May 2024. however as this will be leftover stock sales, i cannot guarantee that the character you want will still be available then.

i can't pre-order now, and i’m worried leftover stock won’t include the charm i want. will you open pre-order sales for this set of charms again? maybe not. it depends on how well the sales of this initial batch does, as merch production can get quite expensive…if there’s not much demand in this first round of sales and I’m unable to justify the high production+shipping fees, i may not be able to have a second sale. however, i am considering making other cindphenon merch as well (evermore charms, physical fanzines, but mainly Fritz + Varg related merch like a standee)! considering my schedule, these will most likely only be available post-May 2024, but i will keep you all updated on this here on my tumblr or on my art twitter under the same username (aoikasaa) !

[crazysnor1ax]

It’s about time I make a werewolf AU for DST.

Lore under cut:

This is my werevarg AU, starring Willow and Walani as its MCs!

Walani has discovered that, after a recent trip to the Lunar Island, she is now cursed with Lycanthropy and turns into a very violent, Varg-like monster every full moon. Willow is there when she changes for the first time, and is the only one who knows for a while. They have to figure out Walani’s curse and her behavior in her Varg form together-but who’s to say whether they’ll get any answers? Plus, I do suppose it’s only natural they’d get close during the process, maybe closer than either of them were expecting 👀

[plusvanity]

same anon here! thx for answering <3 but if he's not a psychopath/ sociopath how do you explain his murder? genuinely curious

His crime was motivated by envy. Envy is a powerful sentiment rooted in self-doubt, a complex of inferiority, poor emotional intelligence, and a lot more things that one shouldn't be proud of.

Childishly, he got frustrated over the title and the prestige that he couldn't obtain, so he decided to eliminate the object of his frustration (Øystein).

The most primordial difference between psychopaths (factor 1), sociopaths and narcissists is motivation.

In Maslow's hierarchy of needs, psychopaths have on the highest level physiological needs : money, power, sex. In other words, what is at the very base for a normal person, it's at the top for them. Contrary to narcissists who have self-esteem needs at the top.

You will never find psychopaths on the streets doing crimes. You will find them in high-status positions, as politicians, successful businessmen, judges, etc.

Now talking about the differences between narcissists and sociopaths. They can look the same from the distance, they can both commit crimes.

What I believe that Varg did was switching from his standard narcissistic state to a secondary sociopathy. This can happen when a collapsed narcissist (devoided of any narcissistic supply) gets pushed and pushed far beyond his limits by something or someone so frustration that it makes him lash out. Don't forget that a narcissist already has low empathy, very low tolerance to stress and high paranoia. So, from the start, a normal person wouldn't be able to do what Varg did.

Varg got so mad that he drove for 5-6 hours in the middle of the night with one thing on his mind. This was his secondary sociopathic outburst.

The opposite of becoming secondly sociopathic, is becoming borderline. A collapsed narcissist, stripped of all supplies, that lost his independence and can't get back on his feet, neither is pushed to the extreme of acting out (what I earlier explained) becomes needy. In fact, there are theories that suggest that every borderline is a failed narcissist and every narcissist starts as a borderline (look that up).

If he was fully a sociopath, he would've committed more than one crime, wouldn't be able to maintain a long-lasting relationship, wouldn't stop at JUST receiving admiration on the Internet.

Narcissists are prosocial creatures, not antisocial. What is the most important for them is receiving praise and endless admiration.

Varg is chronically online, highly dependent on the reactions that he gets. He still talks about Øystein because he knows that what generates him more controversy and reactions and because he will never get over his envy. This is how he keeps himself relevant, how he keeps himself alive.

Sociopaths are even more violent and they act on impulse at all given times, can't have relationships, and in general, they are big scammers, not 'online influencers'.

Psychopaths aren't in jail, or on the streets. They're the guys who want to rule the world and probably do. End of story.