Kloktober 2024 Day 6

Kloktober 2024 Day 6

Road Trip or Drug Trip

I love thinking about how a lot of Toki's life experiences where with Dethklok because prior to that he was pretty much isolated from the world.

Today's entry is an example of that, featuring my holy trifecta: Toki, Skwisgaar and Pickles. Because, of course, Pickles can't be missing when it comes to recreational drugs ;)

When Toki saw Skwisgaar and Pickles hanging out in the living room of their apartment, he got curious.

Ever since he joined Dethklok, he had practically clung to Skwisgaar like a baby koala would to a mother. He was the one he felt closest to, in more than one way.

And, Pickles? Well, he was no Skwisgaar, though he was pretty approachable too so Toki walked up to them to ask them what they were up to.

In an almost solemn manner, Pickles tapped at the sofa he was sitting on, and Toki sat next to Skwisgaar, leaving very little space between them. Skwisgaar barely reacted.

“Toki,” Pickles leaned in, like he was going to open his coat and show him the rarest candy in the world. “Have you ever tried acid?”

“Acids?” Toki repeated in confusion. “Whats lemons tastes like?”

Skwisgaar groaned and Pickles let out a belly laugh. “Nuh, nuh, I mean…” He stretched his hand in front of Toki and opened it. A single orange square with a green skull drawn on it laid on his palm. “This.”

“Wowee…” Toki inspected the tiny drawing. “What ams this?”

“Whaddya think?” Pickles grinned at him. When Toki didn’t seem to understand, he stuck his tongue to reveal a white square on his tongue. 

“Oh!”

“Ja, Tokes, we ams doingks drugs.” Skwisgaar said, resting his back on the couch. “Kids hours ams overs.” He closed his eyes, seemingly relaxed.

Pickles gave Toki a mischievous look. “Unless you wanna join the adults.” 

“Uhm…”

“Pickle, no,” Skwisgaar intervened, still with his eyes closed. “He ams goingks to flips out and thens I’ll has to takes cares of him. Likes always.” He muttered the last two words.

Ignoring his bandmate, Pickles offered his palm to Toki. “So?”

“Mmh…” Toki’s gaze alternated between the drug and Skwisgaar. “Mmh…” He kept looking, undecided. “Okays!” He accepted, took the small tab and put it in his mouth before he swallowed. 

“Atta boy!” Pickles patted him in the shoulder, chuckling.

“Now whats?” Toki asked.

“Now…” Pickles laid down on the couch. “You wait…”

“Oh…” Toki frowned in disappointment.

He hated having to wait.

–

Bored off his mind, Toki fell asleep on the couch, only waking up when Murderface dropped beers in the kitchen and Nathan yelled at him in frustration. 

The initial grogginess didn’t wear off after a few seconds, and Toki felt slow and kind of stupid, but not in the way weed made you feel slow and stupid. Not in a happy, funny way, no. It was daunting and he felt weirdly empty and lost. Like there was something off with him. Like there was something really wrong with him. And what were those moving spots on the wall, were they always there? Wait, where did they go?

“How is it goin’, Toki?” Pickles asked with a sleazy smile, he was now smoking a blunt. “Feelin’ it yet?”

“Uhm…” Toki gazed at his surroundings, trying to find the spots again. “Ams…” The patterned floor seemed to be moving now. “What ams happenings to mes?”

“Ye’r trippin’, dummy.” Pickles said. “Do ya like it?”

“Uhm, n-nots reallies…” Toki replied, feeling like a stranger in his own body, in his own home. “Cans I stops?”

“Dere we goes…” Skwisgaar shook his head. “Now he ams goingks to cries and ruins my trips.” He clicked his tongue in frustration. “Dis is fuckingks dildoes…”

For some reason, rather than wishing to prove Skwisgaar wrong, Toki felt weirdly enabled by the commentary instead. “Ahhh!” He cried, huddling to Skwisgaar for comfort. “Dis ams scaries! Makes it stop, Pickle!”

“Toki, gets off me…” Skwisgaar grumbled, though he hardly did anything besides that. 

“Ahh!” Toki lifted his feet off the floor, convinced he had just seen a squared snake slithering around. “What the hecks?!”

“Haha, he said heck…” Pickles giggled, amused by the sight. 

“Skwisgaar!!!” Toki shook the guitarist’s arm. “I don’ts likes this!!”

“And I don’ts likes you clinginks to mine arms but whats cans I does…” Skwisgaar stared at the ceiling. “Eugheugh, dere ams somes guitars floatingks deres.”

Pickles followed his gaze. “Oh, yah, that’s totally sick, dood.” He pointed at a spot on the ceiling. “They have like, little stars all over and they are twinklin’, twinklin’...”

Toki raised his eyes and saw nothing but the white boring paint and the fluorescent light blinking, attracting moths. “Why amsnt I sees the sames things yous see? Why amsnt I on de sames trips you has?! Whys?!”

“Toki.” 

“Whats?” Toki looked down in despair. 

Pickles was smirking at him. “Just let it flow, dood.” Then, he blew smoke into Toki’s face…

…And it was like he was transported into a different world. He glanced around and he was floating on a big white guitar. More specifically, a Snowhorse Explorer. The sky was shifting colors in irregular shapes and lines, constantly everchanging, constantly moving. Unlike the sky, the guitar had a permanent form, moving forwards and carrying Toki with itself. 

Curious, Toki peeked to see what was under and spotted rocky mountains, covered with polka dots of different colors. It made for quite the beautiful sight. However, when he looked closer he realized the dots were actually skulls. Hundreds, thousands of skulls all over the mountains. And some of them still had eyes, glaring at him with such hatred that he was instantly reminded of his parents.

“Ahh!” He looked away, clutching onto the guitar for the lack of anything else to hold.

“Toki.” A deep voice resonated and Toki tried to search for the owner to no avail. The guitar vibrated under him when the voice spoke again. “You gotsa to calms down.”

“Skwisgaar?” 

“Ja.” Skwisgaar said. “Dis ams likes a guitars solos. Yous controls it.”

“I does?”

“You have the power, Toki.” Another voice said, up in the sky and Toki looked up. There was a beer bottle amidst the chaos. “Make it yer thin’.”

Before Toki could say anything, however, the sky abruptly turned into a whirlpool, pulling Toki inside. The guitar accelerated and Toki had to grab onto it so as not to fall. He wasn’t scared anymore, though, just curious about where it all led. Well, he was maybe still a little scared, except the curiosity weighed more.

As they approached the inners of the swirl, the colors began vanishing, turning into blinding white instead. The buzzing in Toki’s ears was deafening, so much that he couldn’t hear himself screaming anymore. He couldn’t feel his hands either, or the rest of his body. It was as if he was fading away, disappearing into the light, so he closed his eyes…

And suddenly everything stopped. 

Toki opened his eyes to a completely different sight.

It was still colorful, albeit slightly less chaotic. Purple blue skies and magenta clouds decorated by flowers. Pink sand with big gummy bears on one side, and fresh green grass with mushrooms on the other. Kitties floating on gigantic candy. And rainbows, so many rainbows. All over the place.

It was beautiful. 

The Snowhorse descended to let him down on the ground, where Toki began happily exploring. He could even spot a castle in the distance and, somehow, he knew in his heart that it was his. That this was all his.

His heart swelled with happiness.

–

“Uhh…he hasn’t moved in a while.” Pickles said, eyes reddened but slightly worried. “Should we call the ambulance?”

“Eugh, no ways, we’ds gets arresteds.” Skwisgaar replied. After a moment, he turned to Toki, whose eyes were closed, and he smiled. “He ams enjoyingks it.”

“He is?!”

“Ja,” Skwisgaar leaned down and picked his Snowhorse. “Soes lets not ruins dats.” Unceremoniously, he began fretting on the guitar. 

And it turned into the most beautiful music in Toki’s world.

KLOKTOBER DAY 6: Road trip or Drug Trip

They're going to the beach!!!! :D And skwisgaar is (rightfully) pissed because he is sitting on the worst part of the car

Moments Later:

Day 9 - Use someone’s parents 【 KLOKTOBER 】

Well, you heard it here first, folks.

Little side comic for my SBCF24 debut, Sacred Bodies.

ba'it babies? important.

Kloktober 2024 Day 3

Horror Movie Crossover

I love horror movies and I love Skwistok so I tried to tackle a very popular trope often seen in horror movies featuring, well, these guys.

I think it's pretty obvious movie which movie I'm referencing so I won't say it, haha.

Toki barely managed to close the door before Skwisgaar lunged at him. “Stops!” He laughed, though he didn’t really push him away.

“No ways…” Skwisgaar hummed, stealing kisses to Toki’s neck. “We ams finallies alone…” Slowly, he worked his way up to Toki’s jaw. “Dey was drivins me crazy, you knows?”

“Ja…” Toki half-assedly agreed, the attention too distracting. “Dey was…”

“Hm…” Skwisgaar licked the outline of Toki’s ear. “What you says we…” One of his hands suggestively squeezed Toki’s side.

“Buts…” Toki weakly protested, as Skwisgaar’s hand dove inside his shirt. “It ams soes nice outside…” Everyone had gone to swim at the lake because it was so damn hot and Toki wanted to get changed to join them. Because it was summer and it was…a vacation, right? Toki was pretty sure of it but Skwisgaar’s fingers were making him question reality. 

“We has times…” Skwisgaar said in a throaty voice, before his lips suckled the skin on Toki’s neck. “We has lotsa times…”

Any reluctance in Toki’s mind faded away the moment Skwisgaar’s eyes laid on him, his own eyelids growing heavy. As their mouths met, Toki decided to put the swimming plans on hold. 

It wasn’t all that recent since they started messing around, though they still hadn’t told…anyone, really. Honesty, it just added to the thrill of it, to keep a secret that big from the rest of the band. 

So, when Charles suggested they take a few days off recording at some random cabin well within american forests, the excitement was palpable. They would be free to disappear to get raunchy together, without having to justify their absence to the other three, which would sometimes happen back in Mordhaus. 

…They just didn’t expect for the trip to be in a car, so they couldn’t sneak in any incidental gropes or whisper dirty things in each other’s ear like they would’ve on a plane or bus. Of course the moment they freed themselves of his friends was meant to end like this. 

Not to mention, Skwisgaar wanting him so badly was a turn on in itself. 

The bed squeaked under the weight as they continued making out. Skwisgaar quickly got rid of his shirt, his lips returning to Toki’s with urgency. Aroused, Toki reached for Skwisgaar’s belt and undid it in a matter of seconds. He had barely taken it off when he heard a creak outside their room.

“Waits.” 

“Whats?” Skwisgaar’s face was buried in Toki’s neck.

“I heards somet’ings.” Toki whispered, gesturing to the door when Skwisgaar lifted his head.

Frowning, Skwisgaar glared at the door. “Who ams there?”

No response. No noise either.

After a while, Skwisgaar shrugged. “Maybe it ams de winds.”

“J-Ja.” Toki chuckled and they continued as if nothing had happened. 

Toki took off his shirt and Skwisgaar’s lips began tracing a loving path down his abdomen. Toki closed his eyes and sighed, focusing on the sensation of skin against skin and the warmth of Skwisgaar’s touch. So, it was to his utmost surprise when Skwisgaar suddenly stopped.

“Da fucks…” Toki heard him say and he opened his eyes.

Skwisgaar was staring at the door in disbelief. When he turned to look, he saw it was slowly opening, as if someone had pushed it. “Wha…”

“Alrights.” Skwisgaar got off the bed, annoyed. “Who ams it? Dis amsnt funnies.”

“Skwisgaar!” Toki tried to hand his shirt back at him but Skwisgaar wasn’t listening, grabbing his guitar resting against the wall instead. 

“Betters not be any dildos fans!” He said, wielding the instrument as if it were a sword. In a way, it made sense that the one that would turn Skwisgaar violent was being interrupted from having action. “Wells?” Upon meeting no answer, he disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.

“W-Waits!” Toki tried to follow him, but something was in the corner of his eye. 

He turned and saw the silhouette of a big, tall man. He was wearing a hockey mask, strands of straight white hair coming out of the sides of his face. His skin was pale like a dead man’s and there was a red glow coming out of his eyes, piercing through Toki.

“Skwisgaars!” Toki yelled in horror, too frozen to move.

Hurried steps came back into the room and Skwisgaar appeared again. “Whats?”

“L…Looks!” Toki pointed at the window, only to see there was nothing now. “Whats?! I-I swears…dere was ams…scaries mans…”

Thankfully, Skwisgaar didn’t doubt him, walking to his side instead. “Dis places ams givinks de creeps.”

Toki nodded, looking out of the window in disbelief still.

Where the hell did they get themselves into? 

Kloktober 2024 Day 4

Dressed to Kill

As a Skwistok shipper and fellow Skwisgaar objectifier there was no way I wasn't going to use this prompt for my own mischievous means.

The image below isn't really meant to give an idea on the vibe of this entry, but rather to illustrate of how I felt writing this. Or maybe it is both ;)

“Eugh…ams you readies?” Skwisgaar asked.

“Ja!” Toki was sitting on his knees, with his hands over his eyes, but he turned around towards Skwisgaar’s voice. “Cans I see?” Tentatively, he began spreading his fingers over his face.

“Waits.” A soft, leather-y surface grazed against Toki’s digits, stopping him at once.

“Whats?!” Toki bounced on his legs like an overstimulated rabbit. “Whats?!”

He heard an exhausted sigh. “Fines. You can looks.”

Gasping excitedly, Toki lowered his hands and his jaw almost dropped over the sight.

Skwisgaar stood in front of him with his arms crossed and physically looking down at him. He was wearing a strapless black leather bodysuit with a lace up corset, perfectly cinched at the waist. Black fishnets and thigh high black boots heightened his slim legs. His arms were partially covered by long black leather gloves and his neck displayed a thick black choker with a metal adornment at the middle.

“Wowee…” Toki let out, for a lack of a better word.

“I ordereds a cool leaders outfits…buts I didnts looks at de picktors on the webs…” Skwisgaar glanced at his own attire with dissatisfaction. “Dis ams totallies for a ladies…”

“You looks incredibles…” Toki was finally able to formulate words.

“Pfft, more likes stupids.” Skwisgaar rolled his eyes.

“Ams you kiddings?” Toki spotted the abandoned bondage whip on the ground and handed it to Skwisgaar. “Dis ams amazings!” Admiringly, he dragged himself closer to touch Skwisgaar’s thigh. The combination between the hard nylon and tender skin delighted him. “Woo…”

Skwisgaar stared at Toki, still unconvinced. “You really thinks dat?”

Because he was still on his knees, Toki quite literally had to look up to the blond which only made his appearance more enticing. “You can looks at my pants if you donts believes me.”

Skwisgaar snorted. “But you ams hornies abouts anyt’inks I does.”

“Oh, ams sorries!” Toki threw his arms in the air. “Forgives me for beings supportives all the times and attracteds to yous!”

Suddenly, Skwisgaar seemed to be in deep thought. When he spoke, his tone had completely changed. “Gets on de beds.”

Not needing to hear that twice, Toki ran to the spacious white bed and jumped on it before facing Skwisgaar again.

Skwisgaar smirked, satisfied by the quick obedience. “You wants me to dominates you?” He agitated the whip in the air as he approached the bed.

Toki nodded vigorously.

“Yous gonna do anyt’inks I wants?” Skwisgaar said, sinking the heel of his right boot on the footboard.

Toki nodded again.

“Absolutelies anyt’inks?” Skwisgaar insisted, leaning toward Toki.

“Ja…” Toki whispered, instinctively spreading his legs as he watched the whip get closer to him. When it grazed his crotch, he swallowed in anticipation.

“No questions, heugh?” Skwisgaar lifted the hem of Toki’s shirt with the whip, exposing his bare abdomen. His eyes lascively wandered over Toki’s abs, the accelerated rise and fall of his stomach. “Goods reactions…”

Skwisgaar always liked doing this, to bask in the power he had over Toki. And, while in their daily lives this annoyed Toki, inside the bedroom it was completely different. He held his breathing in anticipation.

“I needs you to does somet’inks for me, Toki.”

“Yes!” Toki shouted, instantly embarrassed by his own reaction. “Um, I means…yes?”

Skwisgaar smiled, resting his elbow on his leg. “You wants to knows?”

When Toki nodded, Skwisgaar gestured at him to come closer. Already incredibly pent up, sat up so Skwisgaar could whisper in his ear.

His voice was low, his breath tickled Toki. “I wants you to…”

“Yeah?” Toki was impatient.

After a pause, Skwisgaar continued, pronouncing every word slowly. “I wants…you…to practice…the guitar.”

Hypnotized, Toki nodded. “Ja, I wi- wait, whats?!”

Chuckling, Skwisgaar pulled away. “You heards me.”

“Wha- ams you serious?!” Toki was aghast by the sudden turn. “Nows?”

Skwisgaar raised a judgemental eyebrow at him and he ironically looked the most in-character with his outfit so far. “Ams deres a problemks?”

There was nothing Toki wanted more than to object, to recriminate him for ruining such a steamy moment, until the sight of Skwisgaar reminded him there was something he wanted even more than that. “And afters…?”

“Shores.” Skwisgaar shrugged with indifference, and it was so fucking annoying but Toki unfortunately wanted him even more now.

“Fines.” Toki got off the bed, annoyed but motivated at least. “Ams gonna gets my guitars.”

“Alls be right heres.” Skwisgaar said and Toki turned to him to see him resting on his side, his head resting on one hand, looking infuriatingly complacent. So many thoughts passed through Toki’s mind then and there, but none of them even remotely normal.

“...”

“Wells, what ams you waitingks for?” Skwisgaar said, waving a hand at him. “Goes, goes gets the guitars.”

Toki growled before leaving the room. He really was infatuated with the most annoying person in the world, he thought before cracking a smile.

God, he was so going to wipe that stupid smirk off his face later.