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penny00dreadful · 9 months

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This is so fucking stupid and I'm not sorry. Inspired by this video of the two guitarists from DragonForce taking the piss out of Sabaton(affectionately).

Jeffington: Just ended your whole career on live 😘

Eddie scrunched his eyes closed then wrenched them open again, trying to make sense of what he was seeing on his screen. It was too early in the fucking morning for this shit.

Whatever.

He buried his face back in between Steve’s shoulders and allowed himself to fall asleep once more.

Corroded Coffin had only started making it big in the early 90’s when they split right down the middle. As time went on they started to drift towards different subgenres. Jeff and Grant had wanted to explore a more international sound, while Gareth and Eddie were happy to stay in the power metal scene with just a touch of neoclassical.

They had tried to make it work, but the sounds were just too different and while Eddie and Grant wanted to continue on with lyrics full of fantasy and gothic romance, Jeff and Grant had wanted to focus more on ‘the human condition’.

So they separated. Eddie and Gareth had kept the Corroded Coffin name while Jeff and Grant travelled, exploring their sound.

There was no animosity. They were all still the best of friends. Even as Jeff and Grant had settled in Stockholm, where they had quickly shot to stardom with their new band members, Eddie and Gareth made their home in California enjoying their own success. They met up as often as they could, whenever tour dates aligned or they were booked into the same festivals.

Eddie and Steve were godfathers to Grant’s youngest daughter.

He and Gareth had been groomsmen in Jeff’s wedding.

They were solid.

Which was why the text from Jeff was more exasperating than worrying.

Plus it was like… nine in the morning which, granted, wasn't early, early but Eddie was a damn rockstar.

And he might have lost track of time reading last night and stayed up until four but that's besides the point.

But then Steve was handing him his morning coffee with a kiss, saying Robin had sent him a link to something and fine. He’d go watch whatever stupid shit Jeff pulled.

Eddie settled back into bed because he could and it was a Sunday.

Sue him.

But he couldn’t decide if he should be fake-mad or wildly entertained because the link Robin had sent opened the VOD about an hour into the stream, just in time for Grant to say “Should we do Corroded Coffin?”

Both Jeff and Grant were sitting in Jeff’s studio space in front of Jeff’s computer with a range of instruments behind them, grinning at each other.

“Oh shit, definitely!” Jeff stood and seemed to think about it for a second before picking up one of his guitars, a bright acid green with black tendrils running throughout. “The most dramatic of the bunch,” he leaned into the mic, gesturing at the guitar before taking his seat again, “just like their frontman.”

Eddie rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless.

“You think you can shred like Munson?” Grant asked, leaning forward and starting to tap out drum beats on the laptop.

Jeff scoffed. “Yeah right. Let me just play at five-fucking-thousand bpm and sing at the same time. It’s gonna be an approximation at best.”

Surprisingly enough the music they came up with did sound very close to Corroded Coffin’s sound. Grant relied heavily on the kick-drum and high hat to a ridiculous degree for Gareth's part and yeah, fair.

Gareth did love his high hat.

Jeff played the fastest guitar riff he could muster which honestly wasn’t that bad. He couldn’t go quite as hard as Eddie could but guitar was always Eddie’s first love and he was a master at his craft. Jeff gave the camera a cheeky wink as he used the computer to speed the guitar solo up, making it sound far more complex.

“I swear to god,” Eddie muttered to himself, “if they insinuate that I do that, I’ll fucking-”

“Eddie would never.” Jeff said, responding to someone in the chat who’d asked that very question.

Grant looked up with a sly smile. “Oh, god no. He’d never. He’s too proud for that.”

Cheeky bastards.

“You know what this needs?”

“Female backing vocals?”

“Yes!" Jeff snapped his fingers. "Exactly. Like something pulled from Jackson’s Lord of the Rings!”

“Oh come on!” Eddie pouted, but even still he could tell they weren’t actually making fun.

A notification popped up on Eddie’s phone.

Gare-Bear: Have you watched the stream?

Eddie: Watching right now. They’re starting on the lyrics.

Gare-Bear: Did Robin send you the link?

Eddie: Yeah.

Gare-Bear: Okay, keep watching.

Eddie: 👍

By the time the guys had hashed the lyrics out, punctuating them with high falsetto points that freaked Jeff’s cats out, Eddie was giggling into his coffee. The lyrics were so comically bad but they were so Corroded Coffin at the same time.

I wear armour and I am sad. I'm all alone and I am sad. Such a lone wolf am I. Except I'm not because here comes this hot man who's totally not my husband. Bats and demons and darkness and death. Bow down to me. Kneel before me. I am your master. This is about sex. Oh, look, a dragon! I'll suck your blood then I'll fuck you through the wall. Except I won't because you're an allegory for my husband again. I'll fuck him instead. Every song involves him in some way. Because I'm a big fucking sap.

And then it happened. That crafty wench.

A message popped up in the chat.

BuckyBirdie: Needs more dick sucking lyrics.

“Holy shit.” Grant whipped out his phone. “R- Birdie? Is that you? Stay right there, hold on.”

While Jeff continued to play through the guitar, Grant disappeared, raising the phone to his ear before coming back a few minutes later and whispering something to Jeff.

Jeff’s whole face split into the most mischievous of smiles and Eddie only had time to think oh no before Robin’s face appeared, joining the stream with a tired if not slightly manic expression, all topped off by her yummy sushi pyjamas.

The first thing Grant said to her was “What fucking time is it over there, Birdie?”

“I dunno.” She shrugged, looking down at her watch. “Like half six in the morning?”

“Oh. Could be worse then.”

“I haven’t slept yet.” She said with a bright smile.

“Dude! Why not?”

“I got into cryptography again last night and I haven’t stopped. Don’t tell Steve.”

Oh, I am so telling Steve. Eddie thought to himself.

“God. What a fuckin’ nerd.” Jeff punctuated his statement with a loud strum of his guitar.

Robin stuck her tongue out. “Takes one to know one.”

“Ouch. Right in my middle schooler heart.”

“Anyway, a little birdie told me you boys need some backing vocals?”

Eddie didn’t know how he was going to get her back for this, but he was sure he’d be able to figure something out eventually.

Like banging pots and pans in her hallway while she slept off her cryptography binge.

Though it was almost worth the hilarity because noted lesbian Robin Buckley happily sat there, singing about dick and tongues and assholes in a high ethereal voice that was then layered behind Jeff's.

By the end, the chat was going wild asking when it was going to be available to stream because even though it was a parody song, it was annoyingly catchy. Just before they signed off, Jeff and Grant let their audience know they’d ask Eddie and Gareth for permission before they’d do anything.

Eddie minimised the video and opened up his chat with Gareth.

Eddie: You wanna let them release it?

Gare-Bear: Fuck yeah!

Eddie: Awesome.

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mlmxreader · 6 months

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Unexpected Guest | Tomas Vrbada x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Can I request one from Smoke with the prompts 7 and 16?? ❞

: ̗̀➛ it feels like you and your boyfriend never get any actual time together

: ̗̀➛ swearing

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Tomas rarely got the chance to see you; between working to establish a new clan with his brother and attempting to juggle Johnny Cage and Kenshi and everyone else along with it, he rarely got the chance to actually be your partner and to be present.

He didn't mean to let you down so often, but it was difficult; of course, you understood more than anyone and you encouraged him to let you down if it meant that he could be there for his brother, especially.

You knew that the betrayal of Bi-Han still weighed heavily on his shoulders, you couldn't blame him. But things did get a little easier for you both when, after some pretty awful personal circumstances, you ended up moving in with Johnny Cage.

You were glad of it, really, and even agreed to work on Johnny's social media accounts when he asked you; you never expected him to be so generous, giving you a roof over your head, paying you a more than healthy wage for your time - even on days you didn't work, he still paid you - and letting you keep all your money.

No rent, no bills, no food and drinks to buy; you didn't have to worry about anything except Tomas.

You missed him, in all honesty, when he wasn't around. When he didn't call and text, you always wondered if you would get a call from Kuai Liang to say that something terrible had happened.

Yet tonight, as you sat on your bed with your earphones in, listening to 'The First Soldier' by Sabaton, you had an odd feeling; your window was wide open, big enough for Johnny to get through - as he had done before when he had forgotten his keys - and the rain had only just stopped.

You were all alone in the mansion, with Johnny out on a recent press tour for his latest film, and you couldn't sleep for some reason. Something deep inside your stomach had told you to stay awake, although you couldn't say why exactly. You figured it was probably just nerves at being left in charge of the entire property on your own.

But when you heard a scuffle, and what sounded like a grunt from your window, you froze; your shoulders became tense as you grabbed your phone and pulled up Kenshi's number. Your thumb trembling as you held it over the call button.

But then you caught a glimpse of silver hair as the sneaky phantom pulled itself through your window, and you breathed out a sigh of relief. Tossing your phone aside, you were quick to put your earphones away as you watched Tomas haul himself onto the bedroom floor with a firm thud.

He smiled when he stood, dusting himself off.

"I wasn't sure if the door was locked," he explained, his features all a dull pink, "and I wanted to surprise you."

You couldn't help but to laugh softly, moving over on the bed slightly to make room for him; keeping your gaze on his frame as he kicked his shoes off and unzipped his hoodie, closing the window before he practically launched himself on the bed beside you and grabbed your laptop. Big grey eyes staring at you for a moment as he cleared his throat.

"Sorry if I scared you."

"You didn't," you reassured gently, leaning into his side and wrapping your arm around his tightly, your head on his shoulder. "You wanna stay the night?"

Tomas nodded, opening the laptop and shoving it onto your thighs. "If you'll let me?"

"Tomas…" you grumbled, grinning at him for a moment before shaking your head so fondly. "Of course I'll let you - it’s just an excuse for me to have an opportunity to show my feelings.”

Tomas was about to open his mouth and ask what you meant, when you moved the laptop aside and straddled his waist; he smiled as he chewed at the inside of his lip, the weight of your hands on his shoulders all too familiarly heavy as he let out a quiet sigh.

His hands settled on the sides of your thighs as he leaned into you slightly, hoping that you were thinking the same things that he was; his heart pounding in his chest.

Every kiss always felt like the first one, every date always felt like the first, and every time he stayed the night, he could have sworn that he had never done it before - but maybe that was more because of the frequent distance and the lack of contact.

The second that you leaned down slightly to kiss him, Tomas couldn’t bite back his grin as he eagerly kissed you back, groaning softly when your hand found its way to his hair, gripping the soft grey strands tightly to keep him close.

He almost didn’t want to pull away, but his chest began to feel hollow and tight, and he knew that he needed to take a breath; guilt washed over him when he broke the kiss.

“I’ve missed you,” you said softly, gently tracing his bottom lip with your thumb. “I’ve missed you so fucking much, Tomas.”

Tomas smiled, leaning into your touch when you gently rested your hand against his cheek, just shy of closing his eyes as he swallowed thickly. “I missed you, too… maybe one day, we’ll have time.”

“Time has never been on our side,” you told him quietly, shaking your head. “You know that.”

“But,” gently, he held your wrists, pinning your hands to his chest just above his heart. “We make it through, don’t we?”

“I suppose…”

“Just remember it’s for love,” Tomas gently pleaded. “Just… please, don’t give up on us.”

“Give up?” You scoffed, daring to laugh for a moment. “I’d never give up on us - you’d have to drag me away kicking and screaming and clawing at the floors and…”

“And?”

“I’m pretty sure you’d also have to deal with Johnny,” you joked. “He’s been rooting for us since day one.”

“So has Kuai Liang,” he admitted with a soft laugh. “So, what film did you have in mind?”

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snapghoul · 6 months

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Holy fuck Johnshi history nerds scratches my brain so damn much i NEED to hear what types of history they delve into

I unfortunately don't know too much about Kenshi but my guy just gives the vibes of knowing the historical events and people that coincide with the Heroes and The Last Stand album by Sabaton (like the Battle of Shiroyama, Bull Allen, all that lovely stuff)

Johnny however is definitely a movie nerd. Whether it comes to the movies plots, how they're made, the special effects, actors or any of that it feels like he's research them to hell and just ramble to Kenshi while the two were watching said movies (especially if they're watching a movie that Johnny himself is in)

And I will gladly tell you. These two have so much information in their brains, they rival a library. And Johnny will 100% research every bit he could on a film just to tell Kenshi. They end up not even watching, just Johnny spewing facts.

Ok now what nerds they are:

☯︎ Johnny does have extensive knowledge on films, he has so many books of film history. He knows the evolution of the camera and how each works, the different eras (German expressionism, Solviet Montage, French cinema), about matte paintings, the introduction of horror. He loves film history.

He also loves cultural history, such as Sento and the Taira Clan. He loves reading into different counties and digging into bits of historical records that most don’t know about. He loves ancient Asia, loves reading about the origins of martial arts, about wars and weapons. But also clothing, food, entertainment, social status.

Johnny lives for art history.

☯︎ Kenshi is a psychohistory nerd. He loves to ask “why” likes to try and figure out what caused this action or behavior in history. Such as why WW1 veterans where treated as if they were crazy instead of being provided help with the ptsd.

He also knows a little too much about medicine history. He unsettles himself with the knowledge that he has. But he eats it up. History of the Lobotomy, disturbing, but that doesn’t stop him. One that he finds funny is “female hysteria cures” because how did some write this down with a straight face? Especially the ancient Greeks and their belief that the womb was a separate being and it would kill a woman if she didn’t have children.

Kenshi’s secret history is fashion and the evolution in each country. Japan is obviously his favorite.

☯︎ Before Kenshi was blinded he’s read everything, owned so many books. Now, he can read with Sento, but last time he did that his ancestors smacked up side the head with their spirit form. He had a very colorful conversation with them about it when he meditated.

Now that he’s with Johnny, he has the actor read to him. Hands him a book that he know he likes and Johnny will read it without hesitation. Although the medical history books make his question things, which in turn makes Kenshi smile when he hears Johnny’s little “what the fuck?”s And “huh?”s.

#mk1 #mortal kombat #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #mk johnny cage #johnshi #mk1 johnny cage #kenshi mortal kombat #mk kenshi #mk1 kenshi #snapsasks

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skinslip · 21 days

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@ratsally tagged me to shuffle my favorites playlist and post the first 5 but I did 10 because Ratsally did 10 :3

Lucero "She Wakes When She Dreams"

2. Crystal Furs "Too Kind to be Cruel"

3. Femme Fatality "Luminol"

4. Machinae Supremacy "Persona"

5. Pallbearer "A Plea for Understanding"

6. Jess and the Ancient Ones "Sulfur Giants"

7. Night Runner "Starlight"

8. Ghost B.C. "Rats"

9. The Protomen "Breaking Out"

10. Sabaton "Carolus Rex"

Tagging: @legendofathembo @predatory-lesbians @hocuschlocus @audley-and-cherry @dreamgirleviil @arobutchsab

#Spotify

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the-marron · 11 days

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When I was a kid I used to love Britney Spears. Her music videos fascinated me - they were colourful and they seemed to have a story to tell, so I adored watching them and making up my own stories that went along with what was happening on the screen. I didn't know English back then at all, so I didn't understand a word, but her songs brought me joy and I adored her.

When I got a bit older, around maybe 8 or 9, it turned out that liking Britney Spears is BAD TM. Because she is a stupid blonde, you see. My parents told me I was too smart to listen to trashy pop. They helped me get the CDs, yes, but they were always given to me with a 'eh, I hope you will grow out of it soon'. I was a smart kid, I shouldn't listen to stupid things.

My peers also mocked Britney, telling me all the other artists that were better to listen to, like Christina Aguilera. She was the smart, edgy blonde, so if I had to listen to silly songs, then I could at least pick a more mature, better option.

There were other artists I listened to, of course, it's not like Britney was the only one that spoke to me, but when I learned English enough to understand what the songs were about, I grew to like them more - the songs about trying to be your own person, about not accepting what other people tell you you should be. About parents deciding what you should do and like. They resonated with me, even though I was 'too smart' for that sort of music.

As most kids do, I started to hide it. When I was 10, maybe 11, I made a very good impression of being over it. I listened to Rammstein now, sometimes to Linkin Park. It was much better, according to many.

My dad told me he was proud of me when I told him I enjoyed Sabaton. "Finally, you grew out of your stupid era!"

I was sufficiently shamed by that point to never mention my Britney Spears phase. It was the butt of jokes at family dinners still, because it was such a funny thing for a kid to like silly music. Now that the kid was over it, we should mock it as viciously as possible. Just in case said kid wants to revert to the old ways.

To be completely honest, I copied that approach - my victim of choice was Adele. It was in high school already, and I absolutely abhorred her songs. I found them whiny, overhyped, unnecessarily tearful and man-oriented, they all sounded the same to my ears, so whenever someone said that their favourite song was something of Adele's, my first thought was 'but you are smart? Why her?'

Fast-forward to now, and with Britney Spears's book released, it turns out that listening to her is okay now. It's feminist. It's fine and even good to say outright that you are a fan. Because she is a victim of abuse now, so it's fine and morally correct to like her. Her songs and lyrics have value now. Curious.

The thing is, I truly did grow out from my Britney phase. I retain some sentiment for a few songs, but either it's simply not who I am anymore, or I successfully eradicated my interest in her to stop feeling ashamed whenever her name comes up in a conversation. Doesn't matter which one it is, the effect is the same.

However, now I am old enough to see that what was done to my Britney phase, I applied to other singers - Adele, Billie Eilish, to name a few. There is always a woman singer to hate, someone whose lyrics and music "you are too smart to enjoy".

There is no real take away from it really, all of that are just musings born out of an idle mind, but now I believe that songs are a bit like poetry - you either connect with it or you don't, either it touches you or it doesn't. One person will see themselves in Adele, someone else will find themselves mirrored in Billie Eilish, someone else feels seen whenever they listen to Mitski. It's a universal feeling we all experience, to like a song and think 'wow, this speaks to me!', we all just have different tastes and different experiences.

I just know that right now, I no longer want to be the person who says 'I thought you were smarter than this?' whenever someone shares their favourites.

#britney spears #but it's also about taylor swift now #marron on the rant #marron gets personal

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mothwingwritings · 1 year

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Taming Of Beasts

Fem!Reader X Zenos Yae Galvus

I wrote this right after I finished StormBlood a few months ago. Zenos is def one of my fav villians in Final Fantasy and I wanted to take a stab at trying to write something for him. :) I hope I did him an ounce of justice.

This is supposed to take place sometime between Heavensward and Stormblood. Ala Mhigo is still very much going through some shit in this little fic (and so is the reader, for that matter).

(Also Stormblood is free right now so if you have any interest and haven’t played, now is the time to act!!!)

Warnings: War, death, blood, spoilers possibly up to the point of stormblood? But not anything huge.

Victory had become too easy.

Over the past several months the thrill of the hunt had significantly waned, each battle presenting itself with less resistance than the one prior. Every adversary faced was now more apt to cower, roll over and submit then to stand up and fight. The empire’s spreading influence was quickly becoming far too overpowering for these backwater colonies to handle, and it was painfully apparent with each visit Zenos made that these hunting fields had long since held any interesting sport. Citizens who were once so eager to fight for their homeland now bared their stomachs like whimpering, scared dogs.

His father and the legion commanders saw it as a good thing, satisfied that the illustrious Garlean Empire was finally achieving what it rightfully deserved. With every passing day more land was claimed by the empire, and with the land came influence, victory, and boredom.

The successes were too easy and each day that dragged by in Ala Mihgo had grown lackluster to the empire’s crown prince. What was once an exciting hunting ground was now a barren isle, the lands that had brought thrilling promises of conquest now plagued by dwindling opposition, souring the once sweet experience he found roaming these fields.

Each step of his heavy sabatons sunk him into the earth, the dirt path softened with the spilled blood of the fallen. Droplets of the viscous red liquid stained the sole and sides of the dark metal, the agonized expressions of the corpses reflecting back off their bloodied surface as he paraded by. Soon those bodies would be carted away, dumped in some unmarked mass grave to rot deep underground. There was neither honor nor peace in their passing, their miserable existences snuffed out as easily as blowing out a candle.

He smiled.

He was making his way towards a line of soldiers and survivors, and though the latter of the two outnumbered his battalion, they were far too broken to pose a threat. The group consisted of a varied mix of individuals, men and women, young and old, huddled together shoulder to shoulder. Most wept, while others remained silent and quivering. Held firmly in the soldiers grasps, none of the prisoners dared make eye contact with the approaching prince.

None save for you.

Wild was the only way he could describe you, ready to lunge at him the moment he took a step too close. Covered in blood, hair matted and tangled, outfit torn to shreds with gaping wounds peering out through the cracks, you were truly a sight to behold. It was obvious you had fought hard to earn your spot amongst the survivors, and judging by the more kempt look of your compatriots, you deserved it far more than they did.

While most of the prisoners shared a soldier keeping them in check, you had your own personal guard holding you under firm lockdown to prevent you from breaking free and causing issues. The soldier watching you seemed haggard, as if restraining someone as tiny as you had taken a great deal of effort. Zenos internally scoffed at the scene. There was no place for weakness in his battalion, he made note to exact due punishment later.

“Sir,” one of the men spoke as he approached, imperial salute following his words, “We have cleared the area. There was some opposition, but it has been dealt with.”

Zenos’ masked face scoured the surrounding area, finding far too many of their own men’s bodies mixed in with the mongrels. “Dealt with you say, but it seems you had quite the time taking over one small village.”

The soldier addressing him stiffened. “… It’s true, my lord. They did put up more of a fight than was anticipated. There is no excuse for the amount of lives our side lost.”

“If you are aware of that then it should have been avoided,” his cold words made the soldier visibly uneasy, his weight now shifting unsteadily between his feet, “but that may be addressed later. I see we have some cornered animals in our midst.”

The man quickly nodded, relieved to have the heat taken off himself. He turned to the disheveled group, causing them to flinch at the recognition. “These are the enemy survivors, all of them active members of the resistance. Some, once trained, we believe may make fine soldiers. The others can be used as slaves, in the pleasure quarters, or as bargaining chips. Should my lord will it, we can instead kill them.”

A jolt passed through the crowd, a wave of sheer terror and indignation flashing across their muddied, bruised faces. Even you, staunch as you remained, shuddered at the flippant words that spilled from his soldier’s lips. The lot of you was nothing in the face of the Garlean Empire, and it horrified you that you lived or died at the whim of one man.

He did consider ending you all, leaving your final moments to be filled with dread and the futility of your efforts. How fitting it would be to have the final thought to flit through your fading conscious be your own ineptitude, the frailty you exuded trying to preserve your own existence for a chance at freedom. Your subjugation was inevitable, but he supposed being spared watching the rest of your brethren and kin being torn down until they were all nothing but toiling and obedient pets, cannon fodder, or corpses could be considered a nicety.

Mere inches separated you from the crown prince, and he took a moment to fully take you in. The unrestrained malice and fear dancing in your wide eyes, the tightly clenched fists held in place at your side, the deep grimace that engulfed your entire face. Your body shook in the guard’s hold, each quake relaying how clearly upset you were to be ensnared in this situation. If he ordered them to let you go, what would you do? Attack him the moment you were given leeway, or would you crumble to your knees in despair?

Musing on it piqued his interest. Hunched over before him, you looked so insignificant. Shuddering as you glowered up at him, he could tell you were on the brink of collapse but were doing your very best to hide your feebleness from him.

Your animosity was palpable, the kind that only comes when someone is pushed far past their limit. Your home, your family, your friends, his men must have taken it all from you. And now that you were captured, the torment you faced was sure to be dragged on, only guaranteed to end with your gruesome and painful death.

Zenos wondered if you realized how lucky you were to have survived to this point. Like a phoenix, you had risen from the ash of your past life, born into a new life of combat and strife, forged by the hells of war. The situation that was forced upon you was a truly wonderful breeding ground, an opportunity to mold you into something extraordinary.

But was it enough? You certainly had the look of a mad dog about you, but to show the true colors of a feral beast you would require more time. You needed more experiences to break you, rebuild you into a seething vessel of hatred, an avatar of merciless revenge.

If the process didn’t destroy you, how much more interesting would you become?

A slow smile crept across his lips.

There was a woman next you, older than you by at least two decades. Her manic eyes kept flicking to you, her chapped hands violently wringing the tattered rags that once resembled a dress. She seemed worried for you, and judging by the way your eyes darted to her every so often, softening with each quick gaze, it was fair to say she was someone important to you. Was she your mother, or perhaps an aunt? She was too old to be a sibling, but too young to be a grandparent. Maybe just a kind older woman you took a shine to? It mattered not, her end would happen regardless of her relations.

Zenos lifted his hand languidly, stopping once it had pointed to the woman beside you. She grew pale as he singled her out, her knees knocking so hard he was surprised she still stood. His hand swept over the remaining people, indiscriminately landing on two other elderly captives. An intense wave of unease spread throughout you, accented by the intense quiet that fell over the small crowd.

His lips parted, the words spilling out in a bored admonishment, “These three are past their prime and have no further use in this world.”

You froze, your face twisting into a look of unadultered dread. You knew what was coming next.

“Kill them.”

Without further fanfare, the soldiers nearest each of the chosen drew their weapons and fired. Three bodies fell with a uniformed ‘thud’ to the ground. Fresh blood streaked across your cheek as your companion made her way to the ground. Screams erupted around you, broken and gasping for their stolen loved ones.

Though your mouth had fallen open in shock, no sound spilled out.

The look of anguish the spread across your face was so appealing that he almost considered praising you for it. Cold, agonized distress suited you just as much as bitter rage.

With a flick of his wrist, he continued doling out fates. “The two on the end look sturdy enough to be soldiers, the three in the middle can be tasked with menial labor, and that one over there I am sure can find work in the pleasure quarters.”

“And what of this one, sir?”

The guard holding you gave you a rough jostle, seeming to bring you to your senses. Your eyes traveled slowly from the body at your feet to Zenos himself, the heartbreak you were suffering flickering out as it was once more replaced with thrumming anger. You gritted your teeth, eyebrows cinching as your chest began to rise and fall with erratic breaths. You were doing all you could to keep yourself together, but the final thread holding you was stretching so thin…

Zenos took a step towards you, the motion putting you on alert. You must have been ready for a death order, trying to make peace with the fact that this is how it would all end for you. With another step he was upon you, his regal form hulking before you. Your eyes fixated on his concealed face, a tempest of emotions swirling within them.

His hand reached out towards you, and though your eyes sparked with a look of apprehension, you remained still. He latched on to your chin, giving a small pleased hum as he felt your flesh quiver in his hold. Upon contact, your face twisted into a look of sheer disgust which he found quite amusing.

You winced as he jerked your head this way and that, assessing the different angles of your face. Even covered in grime you were lovely, surely in more peaceful times you were sought after amongst the rabble to wed. His eyes flicked over your body, taking in each curve and valley viewable to him, the cuts and bruises that littered your skin only made you look that much more appealing.

“This one will serve me directly.”

Your eyes widened, a moment of silence spreading amongst the soldiers as they cast each other sideways glances. “My lord, are you sure,” the man holding you finally broke the silence, “This one is… Well, they are a bit unruly sir.”

He held back a laugh at the blush that passed your cheeks, affronted by the soldier’s choice of words. He guessed unruly was not how you would choose to be described in this situation.

“I can see that,” Zenos spoke plainly, releasing your chin from his grasp, “However a new personal servant is needed since one has recently passed of old age. This woman is lively and can handle the strains of the job. She will be trained in the role, broken down as many times as it takes till she understands her place.” He turned his back towards you and began his departure, his dull tone calling back over his shoulder, “If she can’t adjust to the position I will kill her myself.”

“Then do it.”

He stopped in his tracks, your shaky words the first time he had the pleasure of hearing your voice.

“I’d rather die than serve you.”

Your voice warbled, but your message was loud and clear. It was a declaration you wanted people to hear. Was it to try and inspire your fellow man that lined up beside you, maybe place an ounce of fight back into the shackled and broken? Perhaps it was an attempt to boost confidence in yourself? Maybe it was simply an act of rage-filled defiance towards the man who personally led the charge which slaughtered your kin, their blood still freshly smeared across your hands and chest.

It struck him then that you looked beautiful like that, scowling and full of fury, soaked in the blood of your loved ones and enemies alike. It surprised him that a mere pest could hold such radiance, his attraction to you stupefying as he turned towards you, your crazed eyes boring straight through his mask, locking with his own.

“Silence,” the guard holding you gave you a violent shake, “How dare trash like you address Lord Zenos that way, you impudent-“

“Enough.”

Zenos lifted his hand, the sharp command causing both you and the guard to instantly still, your eyes quickly casting to the ground in dismay. He could practically hear your thoughts as he made his way back towards you. Surely this was your now end, there was no way the crown Prince of the empire would let such insolence stand. You would be made an example of, another death to add to the killing field.

The thought annoyed him. Why were you so eager to die when you showed such promise?

He towered before you, his armored hand once more latching to your chin, forcibly tilting your head until he held your watery, conflicted gaze. He could feel you vibrate with anxiety in his hold, your jaw clenched so tight your face had turned red.

“What is it about the battlefield that makes people like you want to throw them self into deaths embrace so carelessly, I wonder? Is it lack of faith, or the overwhelming fear of the odds being stacked against you? Is it the heartbreak over having your loved one cut down before you? Maybe you are just tired of the inadequacy, of being so powerless before true might?”

Your face morphed into a look of disdain, a fresh tear sliding down your cheek carved a clear path through the filth that had accumulated on you.

“Don’t you find it a waste? All that potential building up inside of you, mounting with each hopeless assault against your people… I can see it in your eyes. The hunger to strike me down right where I stand,” he tightened his grip, causing you to cringe, “It’s an admirable quality to have, even for a cur such as yourself.”

Abruptly he pulled away, your head lulling forward from the lack of support. Zenos turned on his heel, stepping away to carry on with the next order of business.

“You have your orders,” He called briskly over his shoulder, “Make sure they are carried out with haste.”

The soldiers nodded, immediately falling into action as Zenos began his departure. He glanced once more over his shoulder as you were dragged away. With the wind no longer in your sails you were much more malleable, putting up little to no fuss as the soldiers ushered you to your fate.

The boredom he had long been suffering from started to diminish as he considered the future. A smirk ghosted his lips as he turned forward, a low hum accentuating his hurried footsteps.

“Who knew such an intriguing find would be buried within this rubbish,” he spoke in barely above a whisper, the words intended for no one but himself, “I am quite interested in what you will become, my little whelp.”

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thefathersbride · 4 months

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Spell your url ✧˖°.

Spell out your URL using song titles that can describe your muse/OC, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL!

@cove-holdens tagged me for this game, thank you! This was really hard, I cannot remember with how many songs I was like "this is perfect for X or ship Y" - only to realize that they did not have the right starting letter :( But, here we are, I managed! :) I am tagging, without any obligations as always, @glowwormsmith @jacobseed @starsandskies @illithiad @alyssalenko @theviridianbunny @baldurians @fenharel @ginadotjpg @honeypunks and... YOU YOU YOU YOU and YOU!

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T - THE GOOD LIFE by THREE DAYS GRACE. "the good life is what I need, too many people stepping over me. the only thing that's been on my mind, is the one thing i need before i die" for Daphne Bosworth

H - HAD ENOUGH by BREAKING BENJAMIN. "when all is said and done, i will be the one, to leave you in your misery, and hate what you've become" for Eleanor Strand and Joseph Seed

E - EVIL by HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD. "evil, am i evil, through the empty eyes of you people? evil, i am evil, or are your eyes deceitful?" for Daphne

F - FIREDANCER by POETS OF THE FALL. "But fire doesn’t dance to their dictates. and now you’re dancing with the greats, let the fools have their fates, for time it never waits" for Iris Hawke

A - APOSTLE by DARKHAUS. "you gave words that were true, and you have made my life brand new. i was lonely and you were the only thing keeping me in line" for Eleanor and Joseph

T - TYRANT by DISTURBED. "but the love turned to hate we kept pushing away, and the words that came out turned it into a mess, and it's like pulling teeth 'cause you'll never confess." for Eleanor and Joseph

H - HAMMER OF DAWN by HAMMERFALL. "i can't pretend, never let it go, 'cause everything comes with a price. what you have done, what you put me through, the devils incarnate is coming for you" for Jayna Cousland

E - EMPIRES by RUELLE. "empires rise, empires fall. we live or die to take the throne. empires rise, empires fall. we live or die to take the throne. only one will stand at the end of it all" for Daphne

R - RISING SON by STURM UND DRANG. "can't you see me coming, coming for you baby? coming there to take you from the light. can't you hear me calling, calling for you baby? so you better take on to the night, i'm the rising son" for Jayna

S - SURVIVOR by 2WEI & EDDA HAYES. "i'm the survivor, i'm gonna make it, i will survive, keep on survivin'" for Caivyre

B - BEYOND THE HORIZON by POETS OF THE FALL. "beyond the horizon, i’ll follow where love has gone. twilight finds me here alone. beyond the horizon, i see your love shining, oh. my ghostlight, my afterglow" for Iris and Anders

R - RAISE YOUR GLASS by PINK. "so raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways, all my underdogs. we will never be, never be anything but loud and nitty-gritty, dirty, little freaks" for Caivyre

I - INTO THE HEART OF DANGER by BATTLE BEAST. "walk into the heart of danger, and don't let the darkness enchain you. walk into the heart of danger, face your fear" for Iris

D - DEFENCE OF MOSCOW by SABATON. "they don’t belong, we stand our ground, a million strong. we are ready for their strike, face the army of the reich. a million strong, this is our land, they don’t belong." for Dagmar Trevelyan

E - EVERYTIME WE TOUCH by CASCADA. "your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky, they wipe away tears that I cry (that i cry). the good and the bad times, we've been through them all, you make me rise when i fall" for Dagmar and Cullen Rutherford

#my OCs #OC: Daphne Bosworth #OC: Eleanor Strand #OC: Iris Hawke #OC: Jayna Cousland #OC: Caivyre #OC: Dagmar Trevelyan #this is a good basis for any potential playlists i might wish to create later

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asimpforthe80s · 5 months

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"Do not give up, do not surrender!" The voice yelled...

Starring: Eddie Munson x Blind!Reader

Warning: blindness, fluff, no real warnings? Oh wait, drugs.

Being blind was something you despised. You hated being blind as it only gave you problems. You didn't have many friends, and your family members often tripped you just for fun.

It was a pretty usual day at Hawkins High School until you ran into someone. Eddie 'the freak' Munson. The two of you quickly became friends, and he helped you around with your blind person cane. Made sure no one tripped you at school, and he helped you read in class.

It had been a year since you met him.

"Eddie, y'know since I'm blind.. could you just.. describe what you look like?" You asked. The two of you were in his van smoking weed again. "Huh... Uh... Well. I'm a white guy with long hair, and I wear all black. Also, my voice sounds pretty sexy if I do say so myself." Eddie said, not sure what else to say.

"Yeah, but I mean like, colors 'n shit.. and is your hair straight? Curly?"

"Oh, right, so, uh. I have dark brown hair, curly as hell." Eddie responded, feeling a bit stupid after forgetting about your blindness. "Cool.. what about me?"

"Oh, right, uh. Your hair is also curly but it's more brownish red, uh, you have glasses and some braces. Your skin is pasty white. You're kinda short, uh, but it ain't too noticeable. Oh, and your voice is also great, but I think you already knew that." Eddie said, taking a drag of his joint. You laughed a little at the small comments about your height. "Okay."

"Oh, one more thing..." Eddie said, stopping. "Yeah?"

"I uh, kinda have a thing for you... But it's fine if you don't like me back." Eddie said, going a slight shade of pink. "Your voice tells me you're either embarrassed or nervous." You paused. "You don't have to be."

"Wait, really? I mean, uh, I was going to ask if you... Maybe wanted to go out with me, if that's okay?" Eddie said, still a slight shade of red. "Yeah, sure.. just remember to not take me to the movies or something like that.."

"Im not that stupid!" Eddie exclaimed. “You sure?” You teased with a small smile. "Yeah. I might be, uh, an idiot, but I'm not that stupid." Eddie said smiling, blushing a bit. You laughed a little. “And you’re really, really sure that you aren’t stupid enough to take me to the movies?”

"I'll never take you to the movies, I promise." Eddie said, making a finger gun and a finger snap. “I know you well enough to be aware that you’re making finger guns at me, but you’re to forgetting to remember that I can’t see, even after we just discussed it.” You laughed. "Crap, I did it again, didn't I?" Eddie laughed, feeling quite embarrassed. “Seems like it.” You laughed.

"I'm so sorry. Guess the pot is making me kinda stupid." Eddie said, laughing still feeling a bit embarrassed. “Not a first. Not for you at least.”

"Huh? You don't mean- Wait, you mean to say-?" Eddie asked, his face going a light shade of red. “I said that its not a first that the pot is making you a little stupid.”

"Oh, good! I thought you were calling me stupid-" Eddie paused, now with a smile on his face. "Wait, you think I'm stupid?"

You laughed. “Sometimes, but not all the time.”

"Huh, well that's a relief... Wait, uh, you've thought I was stupid before?" Eddie asked, blushing again. “I dont think you’re stupid in general, just that you’ve done stupid things.. quite often”

"Fair enough, yeah." Eddie said, smiling and taking another hit of his joint. You laughed and took a hit as he passed it over to you.

"So, uh, do you think you're smart?" Eddie asked, taking another hit of the joint. “I know how to read braille and even know sign language, and I’m blind.. yes, I’m calling myself smart.”

"That's true, yeah." Eddie said, nodding slightly. "Oh, speaking of. Have you ever heard of the band Sabaton?" He asked, randomly changing the subject. “You’ve only shown me like a gazillion times.” You smiled.

"Oh... Yeah, I guess I have done that, huh?" Eddie laughed, running his hand through his long hair and sighing. “Yeah.. and Metallica.. and AC/DC.. aaand iron maiden.. basically every rock and metal band you love.”

"Damn, I'm way more predictable than I thought. You think you're smart, guess you're a smart ass, too." Eddie laughed. “Too? Excuse me, mr. I call myself smart while stoned”

"Well then, Miss. Smart-ass, what, you want me to call you stupid then?" Eddie chuckled, blowing out a haze of smoke. “No, but you shouldn’t call yourself smart if you’re completely stoned.”

"True, you wanna know something?" Eddie said, smiling as he paused. “Sure?”

"I'm not even high." Eddie blurted out, giggling slightly. “Oh, but i can hear the difference of your sober voice and your stoned voice” you giggled. “Explain that”

"Uh... Uhhh... Wait, you can hear the difference? Shoot, what does the stoned version of me sound like?"

“Stupid and high pitched”

"Well, you're right on the stupid part, but it's not high-pitched, you just imagined that." Eddie said, giggling. “Nah, you sound high pitched compared to your sober voice”

"Oh yeah? Then describe what I sound like when I'm sober." Eddie asked, smirking slightly. “Your voice is more husky and low, kinda sexy… -as some people might say.”

Eddie went a light shade of red after hearing your last few words. "Ah... Who says that? I gotta know." He asked smiling slightly. “N.. no, I’m not telling you who thinks your voice sounds hotter than Master Of Puppets”

Eddie smiled widely, chuckling as he took another drag of his joint. "Okay, that joke was actually pretty good, but I gotta know!"

“Not telling!”

"Oh, really? Then guess who gets their joint privileges taken away?" Eddie asked, his smile slowly turning into a smirk. “Heyyyy!”

"What, too far?" Eddie chuckled, "Well, you gotta tell me the person's name now, or you're not getting your weed back."

You groaned. “Fine, i do..” voice barely a whisper. "Speak up, didn't quite hear that." Eddie chuckled.

“I-i do..”

"Hm? Still didn't quite catch that." Eddie chuckled, smiling widely. “I think your voice is sexy, okay!” You said a little louder than you should’ve.

Eddie went a dark shade of pink as he looked down, not expecting a confession like that. "You... You do?" He asked, his voice a soft whisper.

"Yeah.." You answered, cheeks slightly more pink. "Uh, got it. Thank you... What do blind people like to do for dates, out of curiosity?" Eddie asked, trying to change the subject.

"Coffee dates, for example.. late night cuddling.. cat cafés are a personal favorite along with late night cuddles.."

"Uh... Cat cafes? Oh, that sounds like- Wait, did you say... Cuddling?" Eddie asked, his face slightly more red than before.

"Yeah? For example, cuddling while the other person reads or tells stories or something.."

"Oh. My. God. You just... Made that sound so romantic." Eddie said, his face even more red. "It is! And it's so comfy for me too, cause I get to just lay there all smuggled up with them while they read me something.. maybe they'll even let me fall asleep, that's even better."

"And, uh. If I were to do something like read to you, while you were snuggled up in my arms, you'd like that?" Eddie asked smiling, blushing even more. "Obviously." You smiled.

"Oh my god that actually sounds really amazing-" Eddie said, before pausing. "I uh, really, I mean like REALLY want to do that with you." He finished, now as red as a tomato.

"Come on then, guide my blind-ass to your room." You held your hand out in front of you, not towards him because he was beside you and you. Are. Blind.

"Alright." Eddie chuckled, reaching out and helping you up. "Okay, uh, I'm gonna have to be your eyes for this part. My place is actually only a few minutes away." Eddie said, grinning like an idiot.

"Really?" You already forgot that you were in his van. "Yeah, uh, why do I feel like you forgot about that part?" Eddie chuckled, leading you outside the van. "Cause I did."

"Well, at least you admit it." Eddie chuckled, leading you down the sidewalk and to his trailer. "We're here." Eddie said, smiling. "Okay then." You kept holding his hand.

"Okay, uh, once again, I gotta warn you. I share this place with my uncle, and uh... There's, uh, there is some stuff in there that he's left around." Eddie said, blushing a bit as he fumbled for his key before unlocking the door. "Doesn't bother me, since I won't see it."

"Oh, right, I uh, guess that's true." Eddie said, chuckling and opening the door, leading you inside. "Okay, uh, come on." He said, holding his hand out for you to follow. You felt him tug on your hand slightly and you started following him. As you followed, you could feel Eddie's hand gently caressing yours as you walked toward a door near the corner of the trailer. "Okay, yeah, this is my room." He said, reaching for the doorknob.

"And hey, I know you well enough to be aware that your room is probably the messiness thing I'd ever see, if I could see."

"It's... Yeah, it's messy. And there are, uh... Some things you might notice that, uh, look kinda weird. So, uhh, just ignore those, please?" Eddie asked, blushing slightly as he opened the door to his room and motioned for you to follow. "Like what? It's not like you've got a bunch of sex toys in here.." you muttered. "And how can I not ignore it?"

"I- uh, well, you see- You know what, let's just not think about that, okay?" Eddie said, blushing even more and opening his bed side table, revealing a stash of, let's just say, adult toys.

You located his bed and slowly sat down. Eddie watched as you slowly sat down and felt a bead of sweat roll down his face. "Um, uh, you're uh, not upset at all, are you?" He asked nervously. "About what?"

"About the, uh, you know, uh, the, uh, adult funtime stuff in my bedside table." He said, his voice going a pitch higher than it usually did, as he tried to sound normal. "Y-you have that..?" You asked. "How many times are you gonna forget that I'm blind again?"

"Oh, uh, right." Eddie said, blushing more, but deciding to not explain to you why he has them. "Okay, I'm so sorry for acting like an idiot, I-I'm uh, gonna go put those away real quick." Eddie said, walking over to his bedside table and grabbing the stash he had in there.

An obvious red tint came to your cute and already pink cheeks. "Yeah.."

Eddie walked back over to you with his arms behind his back, but his face was as red as a tomato. He was silent, but you could hear his heart pounding. "Uh, you, uh, comfy in my bed?" He asked nervously, sitting beside you as he looked down.

"Uhm, yeah.." You nodded, blushing like an embarrassed teenager. Eddie smiled a little at your blush. "Okay um, what do you want to do now? We could listen to music, or... Idk..." He said, still looking down.

"You're a dungeon master, right?"

Eddie perked up at these words. "Oh, um, yes, actually. Why, uh, do you wanna play dungeons and dragons?" He asked, smiling brightly as he looked up at you.

"Well, I can't see what I'm doing.. but if you want, you could read the campaign to me?" You asked, locating his shoulder and resting your head there. Eddie looked so flustered, blushing like an idiot, but nodding slightly to your request. "I-I um, I'd love to. Do you even know what a dungeon master does?" He asked, trying to suppress his blushing.

"Makes the story and how much damage each monster has and can give?"

"Yeah... Yes, uh, that's it actually. We're just missing, uh, the rest of the group. Do... Do you want me to call some of your friends over?" He asked, still blushing, looking down at you slightly.

"Or.. we can cuddle while you read me it?"

Eddie went silent for a second, nodding slightly. "O-Okay, yeah, let's do that. Okay, uh, so, do we like, do we want blankets or anything?" He asked, blushing more, his voice going slightly higher. "Sure.. And I know you're nervous, I can hear your voice getting high pitched again.."

Eddie went a deeper shade of red, blushing more, but still nodding. "Alright, let me just get a few things ready." He chuckled nervously, moving over to his closet to grab an extra pair of blankets, putting them over you and himself as he sat down with the campaign notes.

He laid against the headboard, sitting up just enough to be comfortable and read the notes as you laid down on his chest, arms around him and his legs on each side of you.

Eddie started reading slowly out loud, blushing occasionally as he spoke. "You find yourself in a large, grassy field, surrounded on all sides by dense woods. The only sign of other people nearby, is a faint glow in the distance, coming from a light source, the light being barely enough to read by." Eddie said, glancing down and noticing your arms around him and a small smile.

After a bit, you could tell by the sound of Eddie's voice and the light outside that the story was nearly over and Eddie was preparing to read the final bits of the final battle. "So, it all comes down to this. With the king dead, all of the goblins prepare to face their fate, but then, a voice is heard from within the forest, screaming to the goblins, 'DO NOT GIVE UP, DO NOT SURRENDER!' The screams continue, until a group of people emerge from the forest and charge at the goblins, fighting to the death to keep their freedom."

Slowly, his words became blurry as you fell asleep. Peacefully on his chest, you went limp. A few seconds after you fell asleep, Eddie gently put the campaign notes down and then started to slowly stroke your hair. Eddie smiled at you as your head lay on his chest, blushing softly, knowing how close you two were, and feeling your peaceful breaths.

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oneshortdamnfuse · 28 days

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Bro you did such a good job mapping out Ghost songs I should start and I was wondering if you could recommend songs from Amon Amarth :3

Aww hell yeah

I've been a fan of Amon Amarth longer than Ghost. You have no idea the euphoria I felt when Ghost had announced Amon Amarth would be touring with them last summer. I never in a million years thought that I'd see them live, but I did and they were great!

This is what their stage looked like:

They're called "Viking Metal" sometimes because they often sing about Norse Mythology and Viking history, but they're a Melodic Death Metal band. All their songs are great fun and there's opportunities for fan interaction in a lot of songs.

For example, in the following songs:

Raise Your Horns - Fans raise their drinks into the air when he sings "raise your horns, raise them up to the sky" as he's referencing drinking horns (not devil horns).

Put Your Back Into The Oar - Fans sit on the ground or in their seats and "row" their "boats" when he says "row." Frontman Johan Hegg shows great crowd control in this moment.

Heidrun - When Johan sings "Who's the goat? Who's the goat?", fans shout "Heidrun! Heidrun!" (Heidrun is a mead producing goat who feeds Odin's army of warriors in Valhalla)

While they have these "fun" standalone songs, they also have themed albums. One of my favorites is an album about Loki called "Deceiver of the Gods." Some of my favorite songs on that album are:

Deceiver of the Gods

As Loke Falls

Father of the Wolf

Shape Shifter

Their probably most well known song - and it is honestly one of my favorite songs by them, is Twilight of the Thunder Gods. Sabaton did an awesome cover of it, too.

Some other ones I love include:

Guardians of Asgaard

Raven's Flight

Tattered Banners and Bloody Flags

The Pursuit of Vikings

All of their songs are pretty heavy, but they're like Ghost in that they're theatrical. Johan Hegg has a deep gutteral voice, but his singing isn't "muddy" on stage. It's like annunciated growling 😅

I recommend listening to one of their "fun" songs first and then exploring one of their albums. 😁

#amon amarth #asks

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butane-muses · 15 days

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OF MYTH AND MYTHRIL || closed, with @firestormmaidenanddragon

BARGHEST FIRST FELT like she was falling. A rather decent height, it felt like. What fully roused her to her senses, however, was the harsher slam of her body against something soft, and dry-feeling— rather rough, too.

She was thankful enough to have had her armor upon her for the time... alas, the landing had shaken her body, enough to leave her slightly dizzy. However, as she rose from the rugged surface, she let a low growl loose between her teeth.

Around her was an open field, its features torn and blasted in places... ravaged, as through battle. Needless to say, this was not Chaldea, nor its simulator. The faerie searched the air in a panic as she got upon an armored knee, looking for any magical sign or mark of an exit-point to have fallen from.

But... in the end, she could only scowl to the sky. "Of course, there is none..."

However, something else soon caught her ears, her gaze— over a tall hill to her left, the sounds of marching, and chatter, all from an assembly of what looked to be... soldiers? They looked to be a far distance off, in the least.

The Servant soon rose upon her sabatons, leaning back to ease the strain upon her body, and turned towards the group, greeting them with a loud call:

"Hail, fellows! Alas, I am rather... erm..."

Wait. Something wasn't right. They were getting louder, and closer— raising tools—

A harsh impact met her breastplate, nearly forcing her off her feet. Her legs were quick, however, allowing her to plant her boots to the ground before she quickly shoved a gauntlet ahead of her face. A couple more projectiles glanced and sheared off of her armor then, and as her weight stabilized, they did little to move her body.

The same, however, could not be said of her peace of mind. "W-Wait— I SAID, WAIT!! If ye of harsh gaze do not... cease thy volley..."

Already, she felt those blazing chains lashing out from her gauntlet, swatting at the barrage that came. With a spare hand, she gripped at the mana coalescing at her palm, its fiery light glaring, forming, into the outline of her blade...

"—Rrrgh, confound it! Stop this, lest I use force...! I am armed!!" she roared aloud. "Do you hear me!?"

#( have a seat! ) // ic.#( chatting by the fire ) // rp.#( devour as the moon does the sun ) // barghest.#( where adventurers tread ) // fantasy verse.#firestormmaidenanddragon

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ofdetonation · 1 year

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Sometimes I have a rough time imagining what Katsuki would regularly listen to for music. General consensus is rock / metal music, obviously. But there's so many subgenres to that too: we're looking at combinations like alternative, pop, synth, grunge, electronic, punk, progressive...

I also listen to rock a lot. Linkin Park, Shinedown, Starset, Fall Out Boy, AC/DC, Bon Jovi, Guns N' Roses, Mötley Crüe - it's my go-to genre, and you'd think that'd help, but LMAO I don't want my taste to influence his.

I could say that Katsuki would listen to at least some of them, but I lowkey think he'd also go with more local bands too; you know, like ONE OK ROCK, or MAN WITH A MISSION. Those are popular + recognisable Japanese rock bands - and lmao, the latter did Merry-Go-Round, the second opening of season 5 - but I think he'd like those bands.

Oh, and Rammstein. He's a fucking nerd who named his moves HOWITZER Impact and Strafing PANZER. (And to add onto his huge fucking nerdiness, I bet he listens to Sabaton, because I am 99% certain that he's a history nerd and that's why he's using Prussian / German terms to name his ultimate moves.)

He does like some pop music though; there's an occasional cherry-picked song among the multitude of rock and metal, but he'd rather die than admit them.

#💥 | I’D DEFEND KATSUKI BEFORE MYSELF. ╱ ooc.#💥 | ARROGANT BOY‚ CALM LIKE A BOMB. ╱ hc.#/ i was thinking very hard about this and this is my conclusion #/ he falls asleep listening to this music too fr like if you tune in #/ and u hear rock blasting thru his headphones while he's resting #/ don't be surprised #/ it's his favourite genre. end of story

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mlmxreader · 4 months

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On Top | Tomas Vrbada x m!reader

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↳ ❝ You could do it with prompts 39 and 50 with Smoke and M reader ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Tomas rarely get any time together.

: ̗̀➛ swearing

↳ @vampiboi

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There seemed to be something in the air. As although you tried to desperately, you simply couldn't fall asleep, even as the clock was ticking towards seven o'clock in the morning; with 'Firestorm' by Sabaton blared in your ears through your ear buds, you fidgeted.

The blanket was so soft and so warm, but you simply couldn't fall asleep, even though your pillow was cold and the temperature of the room was even colder thanks to Bi-Han sleeping above you.

Sharing a room with the Grandmaster wasn't exactly perfect, as his snoring did tend to wake you ever now and then from his place on the top bunk, but you had hoped that he would allow his brother, Tomas, to swap.

For years, you and Tomas had been together with the intention of marrying, but Bi-Han was stubborn, and wouldn't allow the swap to happen. You grabbed your phone, quickly texting Tomas to ask if he could sleep; you had an answer within seconds saying he couldn't.

So you put your ear buds in their case, and crept out of the room; thankful that he was literally next door.

You shed the hoodie you were wearing, exposing your boxers and your torso before you fell on top of him, sighing heavily. Immediately, Tomas put his arm around you and smiled to himself as he hummed softly under his breath.

He always loved holding you close, feeling your skin on his and your breath fanning across his skin; silence was comfortable, a soft fluffy blanket that fell over the entire room as you closed your eyes for a moment.

Just listening to him breathe and inhaling his scent.

His hand moved down, grabbing the side of your thigh and pulling you over a bit more so that your chest was against his, straddling his waist. You hummed, gently tracing his chest as you sighed and dared to smile to yourself.

You did always enjoy that, just being in each other's presence and knowing that nobody was going to leave or walk away; knowing that you were both safe and you were both comfortable.

You shivered a little, reaching down and pulling the blanket over your shoulders; Tomas smiled, biting back a laugh. You playfully smacked his chest as you rolled your eyes.

"Don't laugh at me."

"I'm not," he muttered quietly, chewing at the inside of his lip to try and hold it back. "I promise."

You hummed, trying to sound like you were suspicious of him but failing miserably. You adored him, every single inch.

From his thick thighs that jiggled when he walked, to his dense arms and his soft stomach that hung over the edge of his trousers; by all means, Tomas had beef to him, but you were always thankful that he never looked like those actors in the films with fake six packs who didn't eat enough.

Tomas was big, he was strong; he was fat and he was gorgeous.

You adored every inch; every spot of skin was always littered in soft kisses when you spent the night together. Soft murmurs of how much you loved him vibrating across his body and making him giggle at the tickling sensation.

You always liked to make him laugh; you could listen to a sound like that for years and repeat, and it would always sound like the first time. Tomas would always be your favourite person.

You knew that he felt the same about you; how much he loved to kiss and touch you whenever he could, and how he never liked anything better than making you laugh.

The only thing that really stood in the way was time; you were often helping Kuai Liang around and doing a bit of everything from maintenance to training, whilst Tomas was often sent out as the errand boy by Bi-Han.

You hardly ever saw one another, always so tired by the end of the day that you just couldn't wait to get back into bed and fall asleep; but it didn't put a strain on the relationship, as you both knew all too well that you loved each other too much to let anything fade like that.

Of course, you would have liked to have spent more time together, but duty came first. It always did.

"Can I sleep on top of you?" You murmured quietly.

Tomas smiled as he ran his hand up and down your back. "Sure. But only if I can sleep below you."

You nodded, shifting around so that you could properly cuddle into him, holding him tightly as you felt your eyes start to close, your breathing steadying.

Maybe that was all you needed, just a little bit of time with the man you loved for once.

A little bit giddy, Tomas looked over to his bedside table, and made his mind up; it had been on it for a while, thinking about asking you to be his husband at last, but he had never found the time to be able to ask - he knew now, though, that he would ask in the morning.

He would ask when the dawn was glittering across your face and you looked like heaven; so peaceful and so serene.

He would ask just as your eyes would open, before you could get the chance to yawn.

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