It's good to be back and I hope y'all are ready for the next rendition of Winter Wonderklok! Twelve days of Metalocalypse holiday magic and chaos leading up to Christmas. Feel free to create anything you like: words, pictures, music, random headcannons, a collaboration with a friend, anything goes!
As always, I encourage two things with my challenge. 1) if you don't feel like the prompt for a certain day, go ahead and do something else or skip it. Heck, there are some days on this list where I myself don't have anything in the chamber. You are more than welcome to make Wonderklok your own if you don't feel a spark with any prompt. 2) have fun and try something new. Not everyone celebrates Christmas. I challenge anyone to look into other holidays that occur during the same season and create something that inspired them. It's fun and that's how Twinkletits became Jewish in my universe. 'Try something new' applies to forms of expression too. Got some music ability? Try making a song. Been doodling with no art skills? Come up with a drawing for one day. This ain't serious! Get goofy with it.
And now, for some clarifications
What do you mean by ‘OC Special?’ (recycled from the 2023 post) I am an OC (original character) writer. Many of my friends are too. The few prompts that are labeled ‘OC special’ are meant to encourage use of OCs, interaction with other OCs and even creation of new OCs. I would love for people to take the opportunity to create someone or something new or try something they’ve been meaning to for a while. Challenge yourself! But if that isn’t your style, that’s okay too. If you do not want to use or make an OC, you’re more than welcome to use a canon character of choice instead.
What do you mean by 'White Elephant?' White Elephant is a gift exchange game similar to secret santa except you aren't assigned a person and you are able to steal a gift from someone if you like it enough. In my experience, this game gets WILD. I almost witnessed family members throw down over a FitBit. Just think of what Dethklok could be fighting over. I've included a video that demonstrates how it works for further reference
Where DID that mistletoe come from anyway? You don't know! I don't know! Nobody knows! Did you know that the Celtic Druids of the middle ages considered mistletoe a healing plant because of its ability to bloom in winter? And Norse mythology considers it a symbol of fertility and vitality along with love? Take that information as you will.
What do you mean by 'The Nutcracker?' Probably the most definitive Christmas ballet, it takes place on Christmas Eve in the dreamy imagination of the young protagonist, Clara, and her nutcracker doll. Tchaikovsky's music, the wide cast of characters and all the interpretations of the costumes and set dressings make for a world of opportunity for the day. Honestly it'll be a great refresher to look back on the ballet.
I encourage you to use #WinterWonderklok2025 when you post your work. Love keeping things organized. Good luck everyone! Can’t wait to see what you can come up with.
Huge shoutout to @papabigtoes for the poster. Your art is always appreciated and thank you for bringing the vision to life. You're the best!
Oh and one last thing! If you want more Metalocalypse fun or to be part of a creative community, consider joining the Doomstar Multiverse discord server! That's where you'll find yours truly and some other mutuals hanging out. (18+ only)
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Clear Text List:
Dec 13th Acting like the Grinch
Dec 14th White elephant gets too heated
Dex 15th Where the hell did that mistletoe come from?
Dec 16th OC special: in charge of appetizers
Dec 17th DethTradition
Dec 18th Candy cane aesthetic
Dec 19th Snowed in
Dec 20th OC special: ice skating
Dec 21st The Nutcracker
Dec 22nd Making a holiday cocktail
Dec 23rd Last minute run
Dec 24th OC special: that one weird but cherished decoration
[Tainted star, cracks her whip, tides of blood churn into sea…Thunderous space, ticking time, frying flesh, delivers thee…]
!!!!!!!
Thunderhorse did as commanded, sending Glaucus directly to his master-
Brizo, O, Mother Prophet!
M-Mother! I return from the Acheron current-
One moment, good Glaucus...
It appeared she was busy combing the hair of a water spirit.
One of the orca sisters, to be exact. In these metaphysical waters, she preferred the name Tethys.
Almost there. How did you get it so tangled in here? Did you fall asleep near low tide again?
It must have happened when I was at the rubbing beach. Didn’t even notice something was caught until I uh. Laid down. On it.
Have you seen the four at Deus Keep today?
Not yet…
Hah.
Those two haven’t been able to stop moving. I think they’re going crazy waiting on me.
The other two sisters, Leucothea and Cymopoleia, were trying on Nathan’s clothes, playing with a sea cow to occupy the time;
♪Magnetizing Gravity, aaaa-aaaah♪
♪Magnetize the Galaxy, aaaa-ah!♪
Huh.
I uh… kind of understand this top dress. It’s like you are walking with a sheet at all times. Not too hot, but just right for when a cold wind comes by.
I’m still trying to understand the headband, myself… Ugh! You nail her scowl, how do you do it so well?
...I’m scowling?
...Am I?
Oh, ‘Leia! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-
AM I?
AGH!!!
As the spirit of violent sea storms provoked her sister into a tackle, the Whale Prophet finally caught what was tangled within Tethys’ locks of hair - a sea urchin.
AH-HAH! Got it!
<<CRUNCH>>
Fuel from the Elysian Reef. Eat… You look burnt, in more ways than one.
Mph-Thank you, Mother…
I... I believe I found him.
His soul is in the underworld, even closer than where you said it would be.
Death took him onto the ferryman’s boat. I can’t help him at those depths - the pressure makes me too feeble, I nearly didn’t make it as is. Should we be worried about who he’s with?
You said Death? He’s the only amiable one of the Four Horsemen.
That being said, his brothers follow close behind... and they mean trouble. Murder amuses Death… Plague follows Death… Pestilence brings Famine… and hunger for conquest wakes War…
They will eat any hope left in Murder if they get their hands on him. He’ll be beyond saving if his heart breaks and stops beating…
…Not if Dethklok can help it.
We cannot change fate, but we can lead it to a different tide.
I can reach Charon once he crosses near Andromeda’s Crevice... He knows Death well… We shall see.
…Why do you say you “believe” you saw Murder?
Glaucus scoffed.
Well… the troll saved my life! That seems… awfully out of character, doesn’t it?
The Prophet couldn't agree less;
Not if you reminded him of something he cares about… Hm.
I expect you to get some rest. We’ll talk more on this soon.
Attention!
Sisters of the sea… It is time to give Nathan back her things.
Yes, Mother.
As much as I wish to… I cannot join you - I have a long night ahead of me. I’ll be back before the next moonrise.
…Okay.
…Be safe!
You, too.
…
Before-before you go!
Glaucus struggled to swim up to Tethys.
Bring this clam to him. It’s a chest.
Go rest, Glaucus. NOW.
I-I will, Tethys. Don’t worry.
You look like shit.
Thank you. It’s almost as if I got eaten by a troll, today.
…Well. Don’t do that. If you die, I’ll kill you.
Hahah. Noted… I’ll see you when you get back.
The three orcas swam to the surface, donning their true forms once out of the metaphysical currents.
Breaching the surface, they breathed in the metallic-tasting air, and knew they were close to the band, finally making it back to…
A | Affection: How do they show love? Are they touchy, verbal, or more subtle?
~I like to believe that Toki is very touchy and clingy. If his partner isn't very into physical affection he'd gladly do things for them/verbally tell him how much he loves them. Overall he's very affectionate, his love language being primarily physical.
B | Butterflies: How did they behave around their partner when they first fell in love? How did they confess their feelings?
~he would be very shy once he catches feelings, occasionally doing something stupid or unsafe just to try and impress his crush (which would work on occasion). He would be a train wreck of babbling nonsense once he finally tells his crush about his feelings. If his crush didn't share his feelings, he'd be alright (-ish, more than likely would sob for days)–but if they did return his feelings he'd be over the moon, quite literally.
C | Cuddles: Do they like to cuddle? How do they hold their partner / like to be held?
~hes very big into cuddling and comfort. His favorite cuddling positions would be big spoon/little spoon and having his partner lay on him. If he were to be the one getting cuddled, he'd prefer to lay on his partner's chest–but he also enjoys wrapping himself in a blanket and having him and his partner cuddle like that.
D | Domestic: What is Domestic life with them like? Do they take over chores?
~he'd definitely try to make his partner's home life with him as comfortable as it could be. He genuinely loves mornings where he wakes up beside his partner and just lays with them. He would help with chores as much as he can, splitting them 50/50 with his partner.
E | Ending: How would they break up with their partner?
~he would most definitely be devastated and hesitant. Non-stop crying and nights awake. He would still love you, he's just like that. He would absolutely yearn for you with every night you spend away from him. If you were in the band, he would try to avoid you and give you as much space as you need while still struggling (more than he already has) to play and keep up with the band.
F | Flaws: How do they handle their own / their partners flaws?
~he doesn't exactly know how to handle his own flaws, to be truthful he is a very flawed man–and he would definitely try to help both himself and his partner as much as he could. He would take classes if they helped him and his partner, even if he finds the classes themselves boring.
G | Gestures: How do they express their love? What are their Love languages?
~he is into all five types of love languages. He would most prominently use physical affection and words of affirmation(as mentioned in A). He tries to keep his partner as happy as he can, practically singing praises in both his mother tongue and in English while simultaneously holding their hand or hugging them.
H | Honesty: How honest are they with their partner - even when it's hard?
~he tries, he really does–but he gets so scared of hurting his partner with his words that he just shuts down. It would take a lot of time to be completely honest with his partner. to be fair he can't help it–he grew up with family and friends that would be dishonest to him and he just internalized that and (sort of) did the same to others.
I | I love you: Who said it first? How often do they say it? Do they show it without words?
~he would say his first 'i love you' while first confessing to his partner. He says it as much as he can because he truly does, he would be lovestruck and would tell his partner every single day he breathes. He would show his love through actions whenever he can't say it verbally–doing things like kissing his partner's hands or making them food (even if he sucks at it.)
Author's note: Now I have to work on J–Z (｡ﾉω＼｡)
Can you do Skwisgaar x Reader enemies to lovers style?
Skwisaar Skwigelf x Reader : Enemies to Lovers
a/n at the end!
no warnings, just alcohol consumption. no use of y/n
gender neutral (reader is a guitar player !)
“Seriously?!” you exclaim, nearly jumping up from your seat.
“That’s correct,” your stoic-expressioned band manager responds. “You’ll open for Dethklok on a tour spanning 6 months and travelling across the globe. I’m sure I don’t have to explain how important this will be for the band, and your individual careers.”
You’re nearly giddy at the prospects. With the fame and fortune amassed by Dethklok, such an opportunity is nearly a godsend for your prospects. Your band had a decent following, but had recently hit a plateau in gaining traction in the music industry. You could finally see a light: the opportunity for a big break had fallen neatly into your lap, the label on the package reading ‘Dethklok’.
As your band’s manager further explains the details, you fall into your own flurry of thoughts and further away from the discussion being had by the rest of the band. You’d heard plenty of stories about the members of the infamous band. While you admired their musicianship, you couldn’t help but wrinkle your nose at their more… distasteful behaviours. Public stunts, drunken or drug-fueled bender antics, unrest, violence and chaos. All of which was neatly squared away behind their wall of fame and a mass hoard of wealth. Not to mention the sexual deviance, groupies entering and exiting Mordhaus in droves and typically at the behest of one man. The idea disgusted you: the famed guitarist using his power to compel the hearts and bodies of thousands, who are quickly discarded afterwards. You feel a disdain for Skwisgaar Skwigelf as a guitarist yourself. Can a person be so skilled at the instrument to have people collapsing at his feet at all hours? Is he even so great at all?
In what feels like a blink of time, you’re boarding a tour bus with Dethklok, having spoken with them only in pleasantries thus far. Skwisgaar had taken your hand, bowing and kissing your ring finger with a smirk. You withdrew quickly with a scowl, but he didn’t even look at you: instead opting to gloat in the direction of his bandmates.
You settle your things in an open bed space, silently cursing your manager’s ‘draw straws’ method of deciding who will bunk with whom. The Swedish guitarist you had the misfortune of being paired with lies languidly on the couch, fingers flying over the strings of his custom Explorer. He stops playing, setting the guitar down beside him and propping himself up on his elbow.
“Why ares you alls the ways over theres?” he asks teasingly, and you tense.
“Comes heres,” he inquires again, his voice deep and breathy.
“No,” you respond defiantly after a moment, crossing your arms and turning to face him fully.
“No?” he repeats, dumbfounded.
“No. I’m not some plaything for you to mess around with. I’m a musician too, a guitarist at that. Also, we’ll be working together. I suggest you treat me with a little more dignity than one of your damn groupies,” you growl, shoving your headphones on and climbing into bed, slamming the curtain rod shut in one clean motion. You don’t see the Swede clench his fist, gritting his teeth in seething anger and humiliation at being rejected.
Over the next few weeks, you come to realize something. Skwisgaar is petty. Extremely petty. Every communication, even when essential, is met with some trivial insult besides a vague acknowledgement. He interrupted and spoke over you at meetings, and smugly reveled in any downfall of yours, no matter how inconsequential. You aren’t proud to admit it, but you quickly began to return in kind, wanting to stand up for yourself. You don’t even bother to stick around for Dethklok’s performances after yours, instead heading straight back to the bus or to a bar to get some time to yourself. If he’s going to behave so immaturely, he doesn’t deserve your acknowledgment of his guitar skills.
When you finally do listen to their playing, it isn’t all that willingly. One of your bandmates had absolutely insisted, claiming they’d ‘never heard live music so compelling’. You figured since Skwisgaar isn’t the only member of the band, and he’d never know if you stuck around backstage or not if you were quick about it, you may as well. As you step off the stage and walk back to the dressing room, Dethklok passes you. Skwisgaar looks down his nose at you with a smirk. Instead of challenging or antagonizing him like you usually do, you simply avert your eyes and keep walking. Today’s performance was harsh on you, with technology malfunctions and on-stage miscommunication. You’d nearly tripped over the bass player’s wire, and were just about ready to pack it in for the week. By the time you stepped off stage, your exhaustion had carried you back to the closest rest area: the dressing room. Flopping onto the couch (after having swept off a slew of beer cans and bottles), you switch on the main stage monitor. You barely have the energy to groan at the camera’s immediate focus on the blonde guitarist, but bear it anyway. Your breath truly leaves you, however, when he starts playing. The intro to the song is slow at first, quickly ramping up to highlight Skwisgaar’s spirited guitar playing. You watch the screen in amazement as his fingers glide effortlessly over the neck and down the body of the guitar. Throughout their performance, you see none of the bravado you’d grown so accustomed to. His typical smirk is gone, replaced with a solemn expression of focus. You’re almost impressed by his dedication to the guitar, completely ignoring groupies taking their tops off and throwing things at the stage. None of it seems to faze the blonde, and he continues to play with ease.
You jump up as their last song ends, not wanting to be seen by the guitarist. You’re stopped short by your bandmate, who begs you to join them and Dethklok for a leisurely night of drinks and merriment.
You’d been hoping that the alcohol would give you the courage to be honest with Skwisgaar about what you thought of his performance, but you’re three drinks in and still can’t look him in the eye. The members of Dethklok have already drunk a lot: Toki and Murderface in a heated debate about something inconsequential, and Nathan and Pickles having a lively drinking contest with a few of your bandmates. You sit in awkward silence next to Skwisgaar, staring into your drink and wishing it’d magically give you the right words to say to the guitarist. From the corner of your eye, you see him sip his with a placid disinterest. Something in the scene compels you to remain quiet.
It’s been a while since everyone but you and Skwisgaar dispersed. Moving off and splitting into one group or another, musicians were set sprawling across hotel rooms and parking lots. You and Skwisgaar sit in the same spots you started out in, silently sipping respective beers. Your head is almost spinning, but you’re not quite there yet. Luckily, though, you think it just might be enough.
“You played well,” you say, not very loudly but loud enough to be audible to him.
He stays quiet for a moment, taking another sip.
“Thank yous,” he responds in kind, before taking a breath. “Yous too.”
You’re stunned for a brief moment before the alcohol takes over your tongue.
“You listened?”
“Everys nights,” he responds in thick Swedish timbre.
Your brain can’t quite catch up to your mouth as you speak.
“Why?”
He stalls temporarily, his expression puzzled.
“Yous ams a good player. Whys would I not?”
You could laugh. Instead, you take another swig.
“You think so?”
You turn to him, and the halfhearted smirk dies on your lips when you look into his wintery eyes. His features are still and solemn. Cliché as it is, you lose yourself in his eyes, examining every speck and transition of color. He stares at you just as intently. You don’t realize how close the two of you are until his breath dusts your warming cheeks. He glances down, his eyes slipping closed. You feel your eyelids get heavier, and your lips touch his. They’re soft and much gentler than you expected based on what you’d heard about the guitarist. He takes his time finishing the kiss, giving you a soft smile you’d never have expected from the Swede. He stands, taking your hand gently to guide you out of the cramped room and back to your tour bus. You can’t help but feel giddy, knowing you’ll be spending the next 5 months together with Skwisgaar.
A/N:
Thanks for your request, it's my first! Enemies to lovers is something I've never written before, so forgive me if it isn't the best! I always feel like it's difficult to come with convincing/compelling reasons that characters would go from hating each other to loving each other, particularly with such specific/particular characters such as the guitar god himself. I figured the best way is to exploit his guitar prowess! Hopefully it was suitable :) thank you for reading!
"And all the songs we sang
become soundtrack of my soul"
The drawing for the Outpost fic's last scene is finally done! aka Toki's definition of feeling safe :3
I just noticed that Murderface and Skwisgaar are both sleeping similarly to how they've slept in that family au drawing lol. Some things never change.
"God's favorite fucking boy band"
