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[lords-of-mayhem]

[lords-of-mayhem]

Just some reminders:

Pelle was 22 when he killed himself.

Øystein was 25 when he was murdered.

Faust was 18 when he murdered someone.

Varg was 20 when he murdered someone.

The eldest among them was Metalion and he was only 26 when Øystein was murdered. He was 23 when Pelle died.

I think that it often goes overlooked how young all of them truly were.

[veritablevent]

women have to live with the constant awareness of the possibility of getting raped even in the most innocuous of situations, and people still have the audacity to present this awareness as drama and fearmongering. if you help out an elderly man with getting his groceries into the house and he rapes you, you are the dummy for not thinking it through. but if an elderly man invites you into his house on the pretense of needing help with the groceries and you refuse, you are a paranoid (and heartless!) bitch. schrödinger's rapists: every man could be one, but also no man is, so how dare you think about it.

[anxietyproblem]

[braindeadgal666]

I'm utterly disgusted by what occurred on Bondi Beach. It's absolutely atrocious how so much hatred could fester into something so horrific and evil. My heart is broken for the lives that were taken and for those who were injured.

15 innocent lives were taken, the oldest being an 87-year-old Holocaust survivor and the youngest only 10 years old.

I'm angry, I'm sad and just heartbroken.

[untruthme]

Rewatched Lords Of Chaos, why was there a whole scene where Øystein watches Per stand butt booty naked in the forest? What was Jonas' method?

[braindeadgal666]

Thought I was the only one who thought this. That and the scenes with Euro and Varg, especially the part before he killed Euro and held his chin. Suuuuuuper weird 😬

[happypanda101]

“He sat on his lazy fat ass all day—“

HE WAS GRIEVING. HE WAS GRIEVING OVER HIS DEAD FRIEND.

Irl pic of me getting my hands on Kristian snnsns

(Okay this is my last black metal related post tonight I promise lol)

[dmc-original-art]

My Charcoal drawing of Dracula. Drawn using charcoal and inktense blocks

[braindeadgal666]

Incredible 😲 😍

[black-dead-goat]

am I the only one who thinks they look alike...

[abyssalwoods666]

I've been thinking about this....thank you op

[the-old-mayhem]

Isn't this the same woman that Varg wrote cringey love letters to? Gay 🤣

[braindeadgal666]

......I can't unsee this 😅

[braindeadgal666]

I can't believe it. Just found out this legend died and my heart is broken. Rest in peace to the Prince of Darkness, you'll never be forgotten 😌🦇

[black-dead-goat]

My old silly sketches. Pelle and the cat

[the-old-mayhem]

"Pelle was convinced about his feelings and gave all his energy to being able to practice his art. It is admirable, but it cost him his life. I want to encourage you to believe in yourselves and dare to do your own thing. But it is not worth sacrificing your life for the art.

Everybody who appreciates Pelle can honour him by not showing the “post mortem” pictures publicly, and also help his family to get others to stop displaying them as well." - Anders Ohlin (Live in Zeitz booklet) 🦇

Stop posting DOTBH, don't be a 🤡

@the.old.mayhem on instagram

[lucydixon]

A Garden of Plenty

GIF AND Request made by @sweet-dr3amer

Summary: You tell Pelle that you want a flower garden.

“I want a garden,” You muttered one morning, still in bed. 

Pelle’s forehead was resting against yours on the pillow, and his eyes were closed, but you could tell that he was awake. 

You could always tell whether or not he was sleeping. 

“What kind of garden?” He muttered softly, not opening his eyes. 

“A flower garden.” 

“Hjärtat, there are flowers everywhere outside.” You watched the corners of his lips twitch upwards as if he was fighting a smile.

“I want to pick out my own flowers,” you huffed dramatically, watching as his nose scrunched up cutely from the puff of air. “Not just wildflowers. They’re pretty, but I want lilies and pansies and flowers that don’t grow in the meadow or around the house.” 

“Do you know how to plant a garden?” Finally, his eyes fluttered open, and you could see a hint of mirth as if he already knew the answer. 

“Well, no, but-” You sighed. “I could figure it out.” 

“Where are we going to put this garden?” he asked softly, inevitably caving once he saw your little pout. “It’ll get ruined by a party, you know.” 

“Then we’ll put it down by the trees.” 

“Flowers need sun, Hjärtat. They won’t grow by the trees.” 

“Well, then what about in the meadow?” You suggested 

“You want to dig up flowers, then plant more?” Pelle couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped past his lips. 

You loved hearing him laugh. 

It distracted you for a moment, and he took the opportunity to nuzzle the tip of your nose with his. 

“They’d be different flowers,” you said once you’d snapped out of your daze. “We’ll go to the library and get a book on gardening.” 

“My mum has a nice garden.” Pelle had your hand in his and was playing with your fingers, looking at them instead of meeting your gaze. “I used to help her when I was a boy.” 

“So you mean to tell me that you’ve been a gardening expert this whole time?” You gasped softly, flexing your fingers against his. “And you’re sitting here letting me ramble like a fool?” 

“You wound me,” You joked, clutching your chest dramatically with your free hand, somehow managing to do it quietly and not too abruptly. 

“c’mon, baby.” You pouted. Your voice had a slight whine to it, but there was still that underlying playfulness that had him flashing you his teeth. “Teach me how to garden. Please?” 

“We’ll need seeds.” He breathed, rolling his eyes when you peppered his cheeks with grateful little pecks. 

You’d fully expected to end up going into town alone, sure that Pelle wouldn’t want to leave the house. But, to your surprise, you didn’t even have to ask him. 

When you peeled yourself out of bed after another half hour of staring at eachother and muttering softly, to get yourself dressed, so did he. 

You drove to the closest nursery, just at the edge of Oslo, and couldn’t help but notice the ever-so-slight glimmer of excitement in Pelle’s eyes when the two of you were flipping through the seed display, trying to pick what to take home with you. 

You took turns picking, and Pelle vetoed a few of yours and told you it wasn’t the right season to be planting them, which was when you’d realized that he’d done a lot more gardening with his mother than he’d originally let on. 

The way he was talking, he seemed like some kind of expert. In your completely inexperienced eyes, that is. 

When the two of you got back to the house, you headed straight for the treeline instead of going inside, hand in hand with the seed packets tucked securely in Pelle’s back pocket. 

You tried to pick a spot that didn’t already have a bunch of pretty flowers already growing in it, and settled for a patch of grass with just a few poking out from the tall blades. 

“Probably should’ve brought a shovel,” you frowned, inspecting the grass, trying to figure out how to plant the seeds without one. “Can’t we just sprinkle ‘em on there?” 

“No, Hjärtat.” Pelle huffed out a soft laugh, lying in the grass like a fallen tree branch while he looked up at you with clear amusement. “We have to dig.” 

God, you loved seeing him outside like this. It was the most lively he’d been all week, and thinking about it almost made your chest ache. 

“Well, how are we gonna-” You started, but stopped when he just rolled onto his stomach and started digging with his hands. “Oh.” 

The two of you spent a good hour digging up all the grass. You opted to use a stick to loosen it while Pelle was perfectly happy using his hands. 

Halfway through, he held a worm he’d found right in front of your face to show you and you’d shrieked, scrambling away in a fit of choked laughter while he sat there looking awfully pleased with himself. 

Once you’d scattered the seeds in the now loose earth, you seemed to realize at the same time that you had no watering can or anything you could use as one. 

Pelle looked from the pond across the meadow, to the dirt, back and forth with a look of contemplation of his face before wandering over with you hot on his tail, wondering what he was planning. 

You watched him scoop up some water with his hands and jumped when he whipped around and started running towards your little makeshift garden, dripping water the whole way. By the time he made it there, there was only a few drops. 

You joined him in his attempt and you both took turns racing across the meadow with palmfulls of water, laughing until you’d tired yourselves out and collapsed in the middle of the clearing, breathing raggedly, side by side in the grass. 

“I had fun today, Hjärtat” he muttered softly, brushing his fingertips over your cheek. 

“Me too.” You smiled warmly, leaning into his touch “Thanks for helping me. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” 

“Probably killed all the seeds,” He hummed and you laughed. 

“I love you, you know.” You breathed, rolling over to peck him on the cheek. 

“I love you too,” Pelle pressed his lips to yours and gave you a rare hug, pulling you into his chest, where he held you till the sun went down.

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics

[the-old-mayhem]

I sent the transcript of the infamous "Pelle killed himself heh it was so cool lolz 🤪 👉, here is his skull piece, see ya" letter Øystein sent to Morgan 2 weeks after Pelle’s death to chatgpt, and asked it to analyze the letter and the style of writing / emotions of the person who wrote it. I know how literally everyone on God's green earth takes this letter at face value and I was wondering if AI can, unlike so many people, spot the cracks in Øystein's tough facade.

I changed names and places so it wouldn't connect it to Pelle and Øystein because I wanted 100% unbiased opinion. Sure thing, it saw right through Øystein's bs:

[braindeadgal666]

Mind blown 🤯

[eatmarcus]

you couldn't pay me to take this band seriously

[thegeekgoddess13-deactivated202]

I'm so mad that Saturday Night Live made fun of Aimee's teeth. I thought that we agreed ages ago that it's not okay to poke fun at someone's looks.

Who could possibly look at this sweet girl and think it's okay to make fun of her?!? She deserves so much better!!!!

[sorrowandpride]

Pure Øystein Quotes

•"[About Mayhem’s former rehearsal place] YEAH, the toilet was dangerous too!! It smelled worse than the old goats behind.“

•”[About the setbacks Mayhem’s faced] It’s only an uphill slope, it goes up!“

•"I think it should not be necessary to pay $15:- for a record when it costs $ 3:- to make it. So i’m [sic] doing this just to help out and spread the underground stuff, all over the world.”

•"[About selling butyric acid] […]stinks like a mixture of rotting potatoes and NECRO BUTCHER’S socks.“

•"Write us, mail is fun!”

•"Support your underground scene! Cooperation, not competition!“

•"he he.”

•"[About bands he’d be willing to sign to his label] Also I love Satanic bands, but I don’t care if they sing about eating carrots, if the music is good.“

[frankiefridayyy]

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