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Title: Black Gold
Authors: tetrabella and igloomy 
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Nathan / Skwisgaar
Warnings: Silliness, hugely long fic. Prepare for time commitment.
Disclaimers: Skwisgaar Skwigelf, Nathan Explosion and all other characters and trappings of the television show Metalocalypse are the intellectual property of Brendon Small and Tommy Blacha, used without ( Read more... )

There were rainbows, gayness, zombies, ponies, and Dethklok.
( Idiocy was had. )

Title: Deth the Halls - Metalocalypse Xmas 2008
Rating: PG for a little violence, a little drinking, and a lot of fluff.
Characters: Dethklok, Charles, Jean-Pierre
Warnings: Crazy Toki, will make you crave sweets, no sex, fluff. 6500 words of feel-good Christmas fluff.
Disclaimers: I do not own nor profit from the use of the characters of ( Read more... )

CH3

Pickles’ bedroom was dark and gloomy. Nathan could barely make out the poky silhouette of Pickles’ scrawny body underneath his thin comforter. The little redhead groaned and shifted slightly under the covers, untangling a freckled arm from his bedding and throwing it over his eyes.

“Dood. Not cool. Gerr outta my room,” mumbled Pickles.

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CH1

“Wait, wait wait. You’re making usch practische the same schit we did yeschterday?”

“Yah… uh.. I don’t think it’s good enough,” mumbled Nathan, flipping through tabs for the new album. He glared as Murderface muttered viciously under his breath while tuning his bass.

Toki and Skwisgaar were bickering ( Read more... )

Acoustic Insomnia

The blonde looked like shit, if you’ll pardon my French. Or his Swedish. Or something.

Skwisgaar hadn’t slept in four days, and not from lack of trying. He’d had more alcohol, nicotine, barbiturates, and opiates than any functioning human being should ever ingest. Pickles was a pretty handy guy to have around when you ( Read more... )