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[plusvanity]

Bergen's hillbillies with moonshine

[starryxxeyedmoth]

Frog man 🐸💚

[anne-ragen]

My old drawing of Abbath from 2025

[erbodd]

What if? - Happy New Year

This is a very short story that was inspired to me by @plusvanity 's latest fanfiction Clarity in Kerosene. I strongly recommend reading it, and especially if you want to better understand this short drabble.

The first part is @plusvanity 's part, the second is my view of what comes next.

Grabbing the bottle of wine he went out in the cold, behind the house to have a small break. He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag out of it, almost wishing he could choke on the vaporous poison again. Hit after hit, a gulp of red wine followed to drown the bitterness in his soul and take away the visceral truth that he held the title for the biggest idiot in the human species.

He couldn't even chuckle at the irony of it all. One time wanting to be there for his mother to repair their broken relationship and she couldn't fucking care less.

He could imagine Olve choking on his own spit from guffawing at the hopeless pit he dug for himself in unawareness. Only if the bassist knew the tragic comedy that Kristian won with his final denial. He could almost hear his good friend calling him an underdog for choosing motherly love instead of drugs and alcohol.

But when did Olve become a good friend? 

Kristian must've been out of sync with his own personal chronicles because he couldn't find the exact moment in which he allowed the bassist to climb up in rank. What a strange anomaly . He couldn't be thinking at that clown in his most crooked and vulnerable shape.

His mind shifted focus, eventually wondering what were the others doing while he was loathing his existence, hiding from plain sight in the darkness.

They must be living the time of their lives.

The sound of footsteps muffled by snow pulled him from his thoughts. In the darkness, he couldn’t quite make out who was walking but he was certain they were getting closer to his location. Holding the neck of the wine bottle firmly, he got ready to defend himself if needed but relaxed when he recognized him.

“What in the living Hell are you doing here?” “I felt something was off with your story, so I came to check if my hunch was correct.” Olve explained, taking a drag of his cigarette. “Why did you lie to me?”

Varg noted the use of “me” instead of “us”, showing how he was the only one who counted. He still replied, not in the mood for an argument.

“It was supposed to be just my mother and I tonight. I wanted to mend our relationship but she had organized this stupid party I knew nothing about and-” “And now you’re the idiot.” “Right.” he conceded before adding : “Asshole.” “Righteous.” he snorted. “Don’t you want to escape from this?” “I do, but then I’d only be digging my grave more.” “You really think it can get worse than her ignoring you like that, and I bet, treating you like a servant?”

Olve was shooting in the dark there, but Varg couldn’t keep a straight face, meaning he hit right.

“Come on! We’re having fun and I want you to be part of it. It’s not the same without you.”

What kind of confession was that, Varg wondered. Yet somehow, it echoed the one he made to himself mere minutes ago. Maybe Olve as well had grown into considering Varg a good friend and he wouldn’t be surprised about it. Giving one last look inside the house where he clearly wasn’t missed, he agreed. Olve’s face lit up and they went back to the party together.

Varg’s arrival was celebrated and soon, Varg had a beer in his hand and Olve’s arm on his shoulders. Plenty of drinks and weed later, it was getting close to midnight. Everyone moved naturally closer to their partner, and Varg noticed Olve came closer to him, somehow as expected. They were standing by the corner of the room, where Varg had more or less retreated.

“Ready to start the new year with a blast? I feel this one is going to be really good!”

Varg simply nodded. They all counted the seconds down together and come midnight, kisses were being exchanged. Varg felt his friend leaning closer and laying his chin on his shoulder.

“I’m not drunk enough to kiss you.” Varg flatly stated. “But I am.”

Those were his last words before he clumsily grabbed Varg’s chin and connected their lips. He was smiling as they parted.

“Happy new year.” “Fuck off!”

Varg pushed him away and looked at their friends with a slight panic, but no one seemed to have noticed them thankfully.

[divider created by @sisterlucifergraphics]

[blackmetaltv]

Can you imagine having a coffee chat with the one and only ABBATH? My friend asked me this and I have to say, it would be one hell of a conversation! Who knows, maybe we'll even get a glimpse of his infamous crab walk over our lattes.

[nihil08]

Album cover by Old Funeral - Our condolences, 1988 -1992.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 573

Gif NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted 2020

*This is the kinda dumb stuff that pops into my head at 3am... ╮(─▽─)╭

[blackmetalthot-blog]

Interview with Abbath