(imagine his lisp bc i'm struggling to write it in)

Tw: 2000s era view on gay people idk

The first time you met him was in a bar where you overheard some women shitting on him and his bass playing. In all honesty you adore the bass, the thick strings and the deep notes that settle deep into your chest. Bands like Primus and Tool that were more bass heavy bands definitely had your heart ensnared. Liking Dethklok was more of.....a happy accident? Let's be real everyone on the god damn planet loves them it's next to impossible to find someone who hasn't even heard of the band. It always saddened you to hear people talk shit on bassists especially the under appreciated bassist of the world's BIGGEST band. You also might have had a few drinks too many, in your defense this was an outing with some close friends. More or less you socked a bitch in the jaw after she told Murderface to go unload the band's instruments. The chubby grump didn't have any time to react as he watched your friends drag you, kicking and screaming, out of the bar. It definitely left a huge impression on Murderface as very few people will legitimately stand up for him.

Months pass and Dethklok plays their next show, somehow you managed to win VIP pit tickets to said show. Thankfully this show's venue has a legitimate stage with thousands upon thousands of seats and a wide open pit space. Unfortunately you're squished somewhere in that pit about a hundred feet from the stage. As the show plays on into the night the crowd barely thins out but it thins out enough that you're able to get about fifty feet away from the stage. "Alright we're gonna play one last song for you guys and then um we're leaving. This show kinda sucked, uh it was really fucking boring and you all sucked as a crowd." Despite Nathan's harsh words the crowd cheers loud enough to burst someone's eardrums. Then even LOUDER than that "Bloodtrocuted" closes out, you feel the bass deep inside of your chest even if it's barely there. Basking in the music you feel someone's eyes on you from the very stage in front of you. Your eyes follow the feeling onto a certain bass player jamming out on the stage. His yellow green eyes peering out directly at you, face filled with concentration and determination. It sends chills down your spine and a blush rolls onto your cheeks in one hot wave. The concert ends with nothing truly eventful coming to pass, which you are thankful for given Dethklok's track record. You're grabbing band merchandise from one of the stands, a commemorative t shirt with the tour dates lining the back. Well trying to when a klokteer grabs you by the arm proceeding to drag you away from your beloved souvenir.

It's an extremely long walk but soon you realize where you're headed. The Dethbus was now towering above, its intimidating size and red glow creating a foreboding atmosphere. Finally stopping at the door to the massive structure a figure confidently stands waiting rather impatiently. "I WOULD'VE DONE IT MY SELF IF I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA TAKE SO LONG! Jesus christ!" A calloused hand grabs your free wrist tightly and yanks you inside of the Dethbus rather roughly. Your heart skips a beat, being this close to him was insane! To be honest you'd always enjoyed his boldness and idiotic antics, in fact you found it oddly attractive. "What's um going on..?" You try calling out but it comes out so meekly you're not sure that Murderface even hears you. That is until he snaps back to look at you with an annoyed expression. It's enough to make your face go pink, from embarrassment or maybe finding his expression absolutely adorable. Thankfully the dumbass doesn't notice so he continues making his way to your mystery destination. Finally, after many stairs and even an elevator you reach a wide open room where the rest of Dethklok sat. "What the fuck is this Murderface?" Nathan grumbles out. "Yeah ams hims your boyfriends?" Skwisgar says with a mocking laugh. "HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" Murderface shrieks out, stamping his foot like a child. "I told you guys he's here to back up my story!"

Murderface quickly regales the band with the story from the other night of you socking a bitch in the jaw. "THIS IS THE GUY!!!" He grabs your shoulder shaking you aggressively as he speaks. The band members eyes all lock onto you, suddenly you're the smallest person in existence with a bit fat red arrow practically pointing right at you. "Um y-yeah....I did...I did that...." You whimper out to the judgmental men. Nathan's eyes squint tightly while looking directly at you. His mouth opening and closing as he tries to think of the words he wants to put out into the world. "I think what nathan wants to say is we kinda don't care anymore Murderface." Pickles says while shrugging. Murderface scoffs loudly throwing his hands into the air in disbelief. "WHATEVER AT LEAST SOMEONE HERE CARES ABOUT ME!" He stamps his foot again then yanks your arm towards him as he storms off. "I CAN'T BELIEVE THOSE ASSHOLES!! Beg me to prove my story then act like they don't even care, what dildos." You listen the entire walk as Murderface grumbles to himself. Most of it is nonsense but you can make out key words like the members of his band and "dildos". Before you know it you're sitting in a bedroom decorated in expensive historical artifacts. Your wrist is finally freed from the rough grip as Willy boy flops onto his bed. "Soooooo what do you wanna do now?"

Months pass by and during that time the two of you begin to grow extremely close to one another. Murderface even opens up to you about a lot of his insecurities, it's honestly not hard to tell just from having a conversation with the guy but he's got self worth issues. That doesn't stop you from falling madly in love with your all time favorite bassists either and oh god did you. His hair, his lisp, his face, his eyes even that pudgy body of his made you melt. Honestly it was getting difficult to hang out with him because of how much you wanted to smash your lips into his. So after months of the two of you hanging out non stop, you totally ghost him. You weren't sure which incident put it over the edge, maybe it was the time he went off about some random historical rant that ended in him showing his dagger to you. Or the time he groaned for an hour about how pissed off he was at Toki for stealing the Planet Piss copyright. Of course he listened to you too, but those times were a different feeling for you. Opening up about your father passing away when you were young not to mention him being able to relate in some ways. Those were huge moments for you, because he for some reason listened AND cared.

POV FIRST PERSON (you)

God I really fucked up this time, I just couldn't help but crumple beneath the pressure. It was dishonest to not tell Murderface about your feelings for him bot to mention some other secrets. I really liked this a lot better when I was just the number one Murderface fanboy. Groaning allowed my face squishes back into the spring mattress, it was left laying on my floor as I had been too lazy and broke to buy a frame. When I heard a knock on the door, I cringed internally at the sound knowing who it was. Of course that psycho would find my address it would be disappointing if he hadn't found it. Begrudgingly I rise from my cocooned state to at least go to the door, there's no way he could see me right now. My eyes were puffy and red from crying so much over not being able to see him. I even went on ignoring his constant texts and calls through those months. It hurt more than anything to do that to Murderface, especially after seeing how everyone treats him. I think I was his first real friend in his entire life and I really fucked up on this. The worst part was watching his texts, sometimes he would grow extremely distant and angry. Other times he'd come back begging to know what he did wrong, most likely while absolutely shit faced. I didn't reply to a single one of them and now he was here at my door. I was now looking through my peephole at a nervous William, not Murderface, but William. He was so nervous but so truly himself and not the person he gives out onto the world. A scared and insecure man who I am deeply in love with despite his flaws.

I couldn't even begin to tell him I'm trans OR that I'm in love with him. But in my heart I knew I had to confess at least one of these deep truths had to be said tonight. So with a shaking hand I reach out for the door knob, clutching it in a white knuckle grip I turn it. Leaving the chain still attached to the lock at the top I don't bother poking my face out to look at him when I ask. "Can I help you?" My voice shook and had a dryness from crying so hard. Overall wasn't thinking about how horrid I would sound until now. "YOU'VE GOT A LOTTA NERVE IGNORING ME! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? AREN'T YOU MY BIGGEST FAN OR SOMETHING?I CANT BELIEVE YOUR AUDACITY, NOW LET ME IN!" His large arm reaching in and up, before I can react he's unchaining the door and shoving his way in. Panicking I slam my body against the door but I am too late and my body is colliding with the wall.

My vision goes black for a few seconds as I feel someone's arm reach out to grab me. He was inside of my apartment and trying to save me from hitting the floor because I couldn't face him. When my eyes fluttered open a concerned face stared back down at me. I'm coming to when he hefts me onto his shoulder with an exaggerated groan. "Put me downnnn." My voice comes out soft and pitiful, not to mention croaky. Roughly I'm thrown onto my living room couch by the very clearly pissed off Murderface. "WHY DID YOU TRY GRABBING THE DOOR ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID OR SOMETHING? This is exactly why you should have just LET ME IN!" He shouts out, meanwhile I'm still trying to sit up in an attempt to get my head back on straight. Once I do I bury my face into my hands and pull my knees up into my chest. Not only was my head pounding but my heart was tearing through my chest with how hard it was beating. I listened as Murderface absolutely went off about how selfish I was for totally ignoring him like a dildo. But i wasn't taking it in my mind and actually processing the information. Because my mind was shouting at me to confess. Before I knew it all my head lifted, my eyes meeting his as his mouth clamped shut so fast I heard his teeth crack together.

"I'm in love with you." Is all I can say before I burst into loud, ugly sobbing tears. Through clouded eyes I was able to see the look of shock and horror that came across his face. The room became deathly quiet as I watched him walk towards the door unable to help myself I bury my face into my knees. I hear his boots stomp then pause, then the click of the door. After a few agonizing seconds I hear that familiar stomp coming towards the couch. Then the couch dips next to you, the loud breathing coming from Murderface wasn't helping my anxiety much. "Like for real....?" My head snaps over to glare at him "Yes like for real!!" "Are.... are you sure....?" He asks again, brow furrowing in disappointment. "Oh my fucking god YES! I've been in love with you as a fan and even more in love with you as your friend!" My breaths are big and heaving from the constant flow of tears. "Oh my god...." He says holding his head in his hands, elbows sitting on his shaking knees. Then total silence once again as he stared at the floor for what felt like hours. Clearly Murderface was struggling through some kind of internal struggle involving my feelings towards him.

Was he disgusted that he was ever friends with a gay man? A gay transgender man was an even bigger stretch for this man to understand let alone accept. My world was crumbling down around me, knowing that I had to deal with the consequences of merely existing. "They were just making fun of me for this." He says as he throws his head back into the couch with frustration, face contorted into a deep frown. Arms crossed against his chest as he grumbled to himself. His head finally popped back up from the soft cushion when he rubbed his brow with his finger. "Can you say something....?" I say with a frustrated voice. "GIVE ME A MINUTE IM FIGURING IT OUT!" He screams back at me to which I punch his shoulder roughly. His faces snaps to look at mine as he reaches over and shoves me hard. The exchange ends up resulting in a very pathetic cat fight of slapping hands until he grabs my wrists. "Don't ever tell anyone we did this but I wanna try something." Murderface says clearly embarrassed. Before I can let the words leave my lips his own mouth is smashing into mine, his tongue slithering into my open mouth. I'm so caught off guard that I hardly notice when he pushes me back onto the couch so he's straddling me. Sadly before I get to kiss him back he pulls away from me, his breathing ragged and desperate. "Fuck.....man I think I'm gay. This blows, the band's totally gonna make fun of me for being gay!"

My expression must be something because Murderface looks annoyed at me now. "WHAT'S WITH THE LOOK? WERE YOU MESSING WITH ME? I swear to god-" "No!! No, I just didn't expect this." I quickly cut off his half baked attempt at a threat. "Does this mean you like me....?" "I think I love you too, god dammit. Why did it have to be me? I like women" He cries out with frustration. "Hey! Being bisexual isn't a bad thing! Just because people don't accept us doesn't mean there's something wrong with us!" I say punching him hard in his left titty. "OW MAN FUCK YOU!" Murderface says while clutching his bruised nipple beneath his blue t shirt. "Shut up, we can have this conversation later, make out with me now." I demand as I grip tightly onto his shirt and pull him back down towards me. His face going bright red as he finally smushed his lips into mine once again. God he's an awful kisser, this man gets no action and it shows. But it was the best worst kiss of my entire life, and it got really messy. Before I can say anything his hand is reach under my shirt, gripping tightly onto my side. Panic floods my mind as a quickly tap the man who's about to start dry humping my leg. He doesn't budge so i have to pull away from him before the other half of my identity was revealed.

Before I can say anything my door slams open once again as the rest of Dethklok floods into the room. "HA MURDERFACE YOU AMS TOTALLYS GAY!" Toki shouts out followed by the click of a small handheld camera. "Aw man, I can't believe I lost my bet with you Skwisgar. Please don't make me kiss Nathen." Pickles whispers the last part to Skwisgar, a look of dread growing on his face. "No you ams has to pays up!" He said shoving the smaller man into Nathan, who grumbles at the sudden contact. "Nathen buddy-" "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!" Murderface shouts at the group while trying to hide my face. "Plbt blehh get your finger out of my mouth man it's all calloused." Nathan completely ignores the situation by looking towards the corner of the room awkwardly. "Charles....Charles sent us to get you." He says eyes flickering to look at the two of you for a second before looking away again. "Look Murderface we don't really care that you're gay or whatever but you still have to show up to stuff!" The band continued to argue as I watch Murderface try to get the rest of the band out so he could get some. I feel a warm smile stretch on my face as I watch them all attempt at dragging him out of my apartment.

depending on how im feeling after posting this i think i might make a second part including side characters (likely the second post will contain charles abigail and knubbler !! and maybe even some smaller characters that i feel deserve more love) anyways uhuhuh first official MTL post except it.. actually isnt, ive written for knubbler and the dethklok minute host before so yeah very nervous about this since im still trying to find my footing in how i wanna write the characters, so heads up that this might be VERY OOC and what better prompt to do than do one of my "i dont know what to write" ones written with reader as their partner vague mentions of like. sexual stuff but nothing explicit, i still wish to keep this blog as sfw as possible, really just implications of it than anything also some characters had bonus hcs of cuddling so uhuhuh

WILLIAM MURDERFACE X FEM/NB GERMAPHOBE!READER - HEADCANNONS

a/n: love this idea icl because of how icky murderface is (i love him)

Imagine muderface with a s/o or crush that says the weirdest stuff, like some stuff that they have been through. It is so random! Like those tik toks that say "the Egyptians believed the most significant thing you could do is die" in the most randomest of situations.

Like imagine just chilling out doing nothing and y/n looks over at muderface and says "would a zombie apocalypse be a formal event? Like your buried in your best clothes?"

It woukd very so cool if you could write something for this but if you don't want to that's cool!

Just wanted to share my thoughts. No one I know watches Metalocalypse.

Thank you!!!

Have a wonderful day or night!!

(I didn't really check my grammar or spelling that well, I am sorry)

Murderface with an S/O that says ~random~ things!

“The color is actually named after the fruit.”

You baffle him daily. He never asked to be spoonfed random trivia, shower thoughts, or absurd hypothetical questions. And yet, here he was, eating it all up.

When William was first met with your verbal hijinks, he was just so, so confused. Why did you know this? Why were you telling him this?

“What?”

“Orange. Like, people just described the color as yellow-red or something before the orange fruit was spread around Europe and they got a new word for it. The color is named after the fruit.”

“…Okay???”

For a while, he thought you were trying to give him clues about something. He was just extremely suspicious of you. Like, surely there had to be a reason behind it, right? Well, no, and he soon just found it was a quirk of yours.

He was always told to shut up whenever he tried to pipe in or had an interesting fact to share, so you defying one of the fundamental rules of his life is a bit jarring.

As he grows closer and more comfortable to you, he gets used to your pondering and even begins to consider them. Maybe you have a point?

“What’s the minimum amount of ducks do you think it would take to fully kill an adult rhino?”

“I don’t fuchkin’ know. Probably a schit ton.”

“I bet, like, five. They’d just swarm him.”

“You are scho wrong. He’d schtomp them all to a pashte.”

Well now he’s gonna stay awake all night thinking about it. He can’t decide if you’re the stupidest person he’s ever met or the smartest. Either way, he gets a little flustered when facing the seemingly infinite expanse of your mind.

After a while, he begins to pick up your habit. In his own Murderface-way, of course. He had a pretty obvious interest in things like car mechanics and war history, but now he’s more willing to share all of what he knows with you. He’s really excited that someone finally seems interested in what he has to say, no matter how meaningless it is.

And once that door is open, he becomes more willing to open up on a deeper level. Even though he’s a dumbass, he does have a depth of intelligence, even if he isn’t great at articulating it. Be patient and you’ll get some fascinating conversation from him.

“Even if there isch a God…like, what the fuck, man?! You juscht gonna leave us all down here to suffer and schit? I might as well ignore you juscht to schpite you! What a dick move.”

William never realized how valuable it was to him just to be listened to. Simply talking to you slowly becomes one of the better parts of his day, everyday.

It takes a lot for Murderface to love and it takes even more to love him back. But the effort is well worth it with these types of riveting discussions;

“You have to fight a bug that’s 100 times its original size and you get one weapon from the medieval era. What is your bug and what’s your weapon?”

Pairing: William Murderface x reader

AN: ANON THIS TOOK FOREVER IM SO SORRY!!!

Request: Your reader's first time with Toki was so amazing! Can we uhhhh get the same but with Mr. Murderface, please? 🖤

Warnings: FUCKING, probably ooc, gender neutral reader 😎

i love writing for murderface he's such a fun character to write for

murderface catches the other members hitting on you

william's had the hots for you for a while, but due to his insecurities and feeling inferior to everyone

he's struggling, but if he sees anyone else hitting on you??

poor guy loses it

he pouts, he whines, he shows, he even gets a little teary eyed

but he quickly swipes the tears out of his eyes; he can cry about this later, NOT in front of your face

he's expecting that you're going to chose any member of him

he knows how he can be and he knows he isn't the greatest looking guy

he may put of the tiniest bit of a front to make you think he's cooler than he actually is

but he still feels like everyone else in the band is so much hotter and cooler than him

and then the anger sets in

as soon as you're out of ear's reach, he loses it on whoever it was flirting with you

murderface goes absolutely ham, tearing apart the member for not giving him a chance and for trying to get with his crush (everyone, and i mean EVERYONE can tell he likes you)

he's embarrassed and upset, and it'll get even worse if you heard him

he just wants you all for himself; you're the only person who even notices him in a good light

Sure!!! I love murderface so much and I would do anything for this man

-it all started with you being hired to be Charles assistant

-when he first met you, he was speechless, to have such a beautiful person talk to him without being disgusted was weird to him

-ever since that day he’s been taking more and more showers just to try and not scare you away

-he’s very touchy with you but try’s not to make it so obvious,

-like he’ll try and sit as close to you as possible and brush his arm against yours. And he’ll pretend not to pay attention and walk into you,

-he’s so touched starved, another thing about murderface is that he’s still a virgin…

-every time another band member says something about you in a sexual way he gets jealous, once got into a fight with pickles about it. And that’s how the band found out he was head over heals in love with Charles assistant.

-he stares at you for a long time just admiring your beauty

-the other band members always tease him about his little crush on you, sometimes around you

-he admires everything you do, how you always check up one him, the way you always help him, the way you- oh my god… he’s head over Fucking heals

-his realization of this didnt make things easier, he got scared that if he told you you’d reject him just like everyone else

-but finally he got enough courage to tell you.

-he made sure it was as perfect as you, 

-he made a little letter and dropped it by your room, the letter read “dear ____ I need to tell you something very important, please come outside. You’ll find me around the back”

-and with that, you left your room and went to see what he wanted,

-he had this whole scenario planned out in his head, you’d come to him he’d confess his feelings and then you’d live happily ever after… hopefully

-you walked outside and saw him, you walked over to him

-“hey murderface! Do you need anything? I saw your letter” he turned around to reveal he was in a black and red suit holding flowers in one hand

-“ah! Yes hey ____ I need to tell you something, I know if I keep this hidden any longer I will go insane”

-and just like that he poured out all his feelings for you.

-went he was done he was a blushing mess, he couldn’t look you in the eyes, but he managed to hand over the flowers to you, 

-you took them and had blush all over your face

-as he was looking down at the ground he spoke again “I get it if you don’t like me back-“ you cut him off there

-your lips came crashing into his and your hands on his face

-you pulled away after some time “will, I would be stupid to say I don’t like you back! I always liked you and I love the way you play bass” and with that your lips found his again

I’m kicking and crying and screaming right now-! Thank you so much this is a huge compliment! I’m super excited to try my hand at the other band members ^^

I’m all seriousness I’m glad I was able to accurately portray his character, maybe I just watched the show too much but oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯