Imagines of Metalocalypse

Nathan would not be willing to share his partner with others. I think Nathan was raised in a very traditional home and wouldn't really enjoy the thought of a partner who isn't monogamous, even if he's aware of it going on and is able to participate. If his relationship with Trindle was any indication, Nathan likes all of his partner's romantic/sexual focus to be on him, and I think he'd start feeling insecure and sad if his partner focused that on someone else.

Pickles on the other hand would be very cool with it. I think he enjoys being monogamous with certain partners who want that, but he's totally up for a relationship involving multiple people if everyone's on board and having fun (because that's what Pickles is all about, right? having fun!).

Skwisgaar actually prefers poly relationships, so his partner's in luck. They take some of the pressure off of him. He's really great in the bedroom, but I have a feeling that when it comes to actually being in a relationship, he can be sort of lost and unsure of what to do (he didn't exactly have the best role model in that department). So being in a relationship with multiple people ensures that the pressure of conversation or entertainment isn't squarely on his shoulders.

Toki's fine with hooking up with lots of groupies just for casual sex, but I think his romantic relationships outside of that are strictly monogamous, so that's a no-go. If he has a partner that's his partner, no one else's, and he can get really protective of them, if not a bit territorial.

Murderface is just fine with it. Multiple people want to be in a relationship with him?? He'll take it! He'd be a very exciteable and willing partner, always going out of his way to make them happy so they stick around. He can get a little nervous about it sometimes (more partners means more of a chance to mess things up) but some physical affection usually makes him feel more secure.

Charles likes the idea of a poly relationship. He's a very busy man. He knows realistically there's not much of him left at the end of the day to completely satisfy his partner, so he knows it's probably best if his partner could rely on someone else for their needs, too. But in practice? I don't think he'd enjoy it. I think it would make him feel useless and unnecessary.

From the “garbage can cologne” line in Going Downklok, this leads me to assume Nathan actually has a pretty refined sense of smell. No Axe body spray for this dude. In fact I wouldn’t be shocked to discover he had some sort of expensive signature cologne. Métal by Nathan Explosion. With notes of bergamot, black pepper, cypress, and a hint of gun powder and ambergris.

Pickles, as we know again from Going Downklok, does not have a refined sense of smell. Usually his personal odor (we can call it an odor, unfortunately) is a wonderful mix of stale weed, sweat, pee, and vomit, with the one bright spot being the coconut oil he uses on his dreads when he remembers. On the rare occasion he wants to smell “good” he’ll spritz up an overwhelming cloud of Givenchy Gentleman or Drakkar Noir and call it a day (he still has bottles of these left over from the 80s, someone please help this man).

Skwisgaar doesn’t wear cologne. From my brief research, it seems wearing fragrances isn’t a very popular thing in Sweden. His personal grooming is impeccable, though, so if anyone catches a whiff of something off Skwisgaar it’s most likely the mint from his shampoo and conditioner. Groupies have even said he doesn’t even smell of sweat after having sex, but rather earthy and crisp, like a clear stream running through a mountain meadow.

Toki...oh, Toki. Usually he smells of modeling glue and strawberry shampoo. Depending on what he’s been up to he might also smell like fire, and not in a sexy way, more like an almost-burned-down-the-kitchen way. Isn’t really one to use deodorant, either, so sometimes he gets a little ripe, but actually his natural musk is surprisingly pleasant.

Canon gives us a good idea how Murderface smells, doesn’t it? Poor thing. Sweaty boot feet, strong body odor, baked beans, etc. He has to shower, though, right? When he’s freshly-bathed I imagine he smells quite nice even though he probably doesn’t wash with anything fancy. Irish Spring soap, Head and Shoulders 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner, Old Spice deodorant. The trick is getting him to wash every day.

Only the best for Charles. He has a handful of expensive colognes he likes and will cycle through them depending on his mood and his plans (he thinks this makes him quite impulsive and fun, bless his heart). Creed Aventus, Valentino V Pour Homme, Helmut Lang Cuiron. Deep, rich scents applied subtly to a few pulse points - the insides of his wrists beneath his cuffs and on his neck just below his collar.

Nathan feels your head thump down on his shoulder and looks at you in confusion. You fell asleep? So early? The two of you had been watching TV and sharing some junk food. He shrugs and tries to wake you up, but you’re out. Instead of turning off the TV, though, he clicks the volume lower and puts an arm over you. Once or twice you wake up for just a second when he laughs too loud at something, but otherwise it’s a peaceful rest and you feel secure with his heavy arm around you.

You and Pickles are smoking in his bedroom and having fun, sprawled out on his mattress and giggling together. You’re resting back on his stomach, using him as a pillow, when suddenly you just feel so tired. Pickles is in the middle of rambling on and on about some old band he used to party with, and when you don’t crack up at the end of the anecdote, he peeks down at you and realizes you fell asleep! A nap sounds pretty damn good, actually, so he puts out his joint and decides to doze with you.

Skwisgaar is playing his guitar in the back of the limo as he and the guys and a few friends of the band drive home from a long night out. It’s quiet and dark back there. The excitement is over for the day, and most everyone in the car are nodding off in one way or another. As Skwisgaar continues to softly play he notices your eyes closing and your posture relaxing. Just as you’re about to fall asleep at some weird angle, he pauses his playing to draw your head down onto his shoulder, and that’s where you stay until the limo pulls up at Mordhaus.

Toki wore you out big time today. An amusement park, dinner, dancing and drinking afterwards. Now the two of you are back at the hotel playing video games on the suite’s TV. Toki’s showing no signs of slowing down or getting tired, but you want to sleep so bad. You tell him you’ll sit the next round out and just watch him play, but you make the mistake of putting your head down on his lap. Within minutes you’re fading in an out, missing chunks of the game, but his thigh is just too comfy. Just before you really go under you feel a hand petting your hair like a cat.

Murderface has no idea what to do when you fall asleep on his shoulder. You’d been helping the guys with the new album, offering a fresh pair of ears on a few problem spots, but before too long Pickles and Nathan got into a long conversation and brought the rehearsal to a standstill. Skwisgaar and Toki went off and practiced their parts together, which left you and Murderface on the sofa, and now he’s blushing and silently panicking because your cheek is smooshed against his arm. He tries to raise his arm up, but that only invites you to snuggle in closer and put your head on his chest. He keeps trying to whisper “Guysch? Hey guysch?” as loud as he can in the hopes of getting some help, but to no avail. He’s stuck with you.

You and Charles don’t often pull all-nighters, but sometimes the work demands it, and you don’t mind helping him. But it’s tiring, monotonous work, with papers and folders spread over the table by the couches. Around 1 AM both of you start yawning despite the pot of strong coffee Charles has a klokateer bring up to the office. Finally he concedes...”Perhaps we should, ah, sleep in shifts. By all means, you go first.” You feel a bit guilty about taking a nap and leaving him to work, but you curl up beside him on the couch with a throw pillow. Before too long, though, you stretch out in your sleep and unknowingly drape your legs across his lap. An hour later when you wake up, there’s Charles, going through receipts and spreadsheets, using your shins as a second table.

Nathan just...stares. For a really long time. Like a really long time. He has to make the appropriate room for this information in his head, but once he’s done, he sort of blinks and returns to the moment. “Holy shit, you’re not kidding are you? Hoooooooly shit. I’m gonna be a dad? Fuck. Wow. Fuck.” He’s clearly excited about the idea but he’s in so much shock it probably won’t register with him properly until 3am when he remembers he should probably call his parents and tell them they’re going to have a grandkid.

Pickles goes bug-eyed. “Yer kiddin’! ...Yer naht kiddin’? Jesus Christ! We’re gonna be parents??” He puts out his joint, fans the smoke away, then cups his girlfriend’s face in his hands. “This is crazy! This is so fuckin’ crazy.” He kisses her. “Parents! Us!” And he kisses her again. He’s happy, but she can tell there’s this undercurrent of immediate stress.

Skwisgaar figured it was only a matter of time, so he’s not really that surprised when she finally tells him. He’s heard so many “I’m pregnant” speeches over the years, and his girlfriend seems to have that in the back of her mind when she very shyly and carefully informs him. He has to reassure her of how much he loves her and how committed he is, and to prove it, he has Charles find the paternity waiver she signed when they first met, and he tears it up in front of her. “How many times I gots to tells you? Ams wantings to bes withs yous. Ands our child.”

Toki lights up brighter than a firework. He can’t stop hugging her and kissing her and giggling. “Oh wowee!! Wowee!!!” He picks her up, gives her a twirl. More kisses! More hugs! He wants to know everything right away! “Whens the baby ams gonna gets here? How ams it gonna comes out?? What we gonna names it?? What you thinks its favorite color ams gonna be???”

Murderface kind of recoils a little at first. “Scheriouschly? Like, right now? You’re pregnant right now?” Slowly, he puts a curious hand on his girlfriend’s stomach. “Scho it’sch in there? Right now? You’re schure? Woah...” Later that night, when he thinks she’s asleep, he puts his ear to her stomach and listens. “Hey kiddo, what’sch up? I’m your dad...can you hear me in there?” And she falls asleep to the soft sound of Murderface whispering to their unborn child.

Charles, of course, had been planning this with his girlfriend for quite some time, so he assumed he would know what to expect when the announcement finally came. But when his girlfriend tells him, it hits him in a way he hadn’t foreseen. His eyes well up, he can barely get a word out. All he can manage is a little “that’s wonderful” before he’s overwhelmed and hugging her tight.

Nathan is very careful around them. Walking on eggshells, afraid of making things worse. He’s big, he’s loud, he’s annoying, he knows it. He figures it’s probably just best to make sure his partner has snacks and a comfy place to chill, and otherwise he gives them some peace and quiet. But eventually his partner seeks him out for hugs and reassurances, and Nathan realizes he has the ability to help more than he thought.

Pickles‘ solution is to smoke the problem out. If his partner needs a distraction from their worries, he’s got the best weed money can buy, an insane amount of junk food, and all the cuddles and affection his partner can stand. Plus, let’s not forget he’s the king of back rubs. His partner could probably talk him into a full body massage.

Skwisgaar knows what his partner needs. A little TLC. A nice romantic evening where they don’t have to think about their problems and can just lay back and let Skwisgaar do all the hard work. And if they’re not really in the mood for something like that, that’s okay too. Skwisgaar is perfectly fine lying in bed with his partner and lending a sympathetic ear while he gently scores their worries on his guitar.

Toki says why worry about work and bills and all that boring stupid stuff! Let’s go on vacation! The bigger, the better! So he flies his partner halfway across the globe and makes sure they’re given the royal treatment wherever they end up. He doesn’t even understand why his partner needs to worry about work or money! He has all the money they’ll ever need, no big deal! :)

Murderface is way more understanding than his partner would’ve suspected, and he’s not opposed to crawling under blankets and spending the whole day in bed holding his partner if that’s what it takes to help them feel better.

Charles is a man of practicality. He sees a problem and wants to fix it, and that goes double for any problems his partner may come up against. Stress at work? He’s bought the company and replaced the manager giving his partner a hard time. Bills? He’ll sit with them and very patiently help them make a budget and figure out a savings account. No judgement, no pressure, just love.