KING I"How was I going to know that they were going to rip us off?" Satyr asked annoyed lighting candlesMore Like This
"We don't have electricity Sigurd, I just I thought you said they were going to pay us three hundred, not fifty. That barely covers anything!" Frost yelled back trying to find some bottles for recycling "we have no food, we only have beer."
"Hey you were with me."
"That's not the point Sigurd, we're going to have to sell shit to make it by this month, this is fucking just don't talk to me." Frost left the room and came back with a bag "bottles?"
"Under the sink." Satyr sighed and lit another candle
"Tomorrow we have to sell shit, that's final, you don't need three guitars." Frost cut his eyes in the dim light "is the water on?"
Satyr shrugged as Kjetil turned the sink on "apparently."
"Good I'm taking a shower, I'm so sick of barely scraping by."
"Well you didn't have to move in." Satyr said a little annoyed
"You don't need a drummer then I take it?" Frost asked pilling the
Tied in Bronze Chains Teaser"You're doing amazing!" Ravn yelled over the drum blasts, and then he realized Kjetil had his big headphones onMore Like This
Frost looked over and saw Olav give him a thumbs up, he nodded and moved his legs faster to the guitar in the headphones. Olav opened a beer and sat on the table while Frost drummed his soul out.
"Damn." He laughed as his girlfriend came up and hugged him
"He's fast." she said astonished "I mean it's different in person."
"Yeah he is." Olav nodded as she sat next to him on the table
The machine gun slowed down with the song and he threw the drumsticks to his side and stood up "fuck!" he yelled victoriously
"Keep that up and one day you'll be in a band!" Ravn laughed and sipped on his beer "we have until April to finish." He said messing with his girlfriends red hair "want a beer?" he asked him
"Nah." He said moving his hair back "wasn't good enough."
"What wasn't?" the woman asked
"The solo." Frost replied like everyone should have known, he wrapped his fingers up again
A Touch of Satyr and FrostWassup? Ozzie here again.More Like This
I'm back from a mammoth week of metal madness. First, I went to the Summer Slaughter Tour with my sis and her new boyfriend. Yeah, I know. Third wheel. But I didn't mind... much. I've known the guy for years. He's a cool bloke; a death metal buff and a comic book collector. He's like the... oh, never mind. Anyway, back to the metal. We get to the hotel where the tour was held, tickets and ID at the ready... at least, so I thought. My sis had forgotten her ID, so she wasn't allowed through the door. She was maaaaaaaaddddddd. So she had to wait outside for her ID to be "delivered." What a horrible night to have a curse! I went on ahead to catch the first couple of acts. They were awesome. The Faceless from America and Aborted from Belgium. They kicked ass and took names. Aborted kinda surprised me though. The lead singer was insane, throwing himself about the stage like a epileptic monkey. I was actually quite close to the stage, so I got the a good view of the
It Feels so Cold... Satyr sat beside him and smilled:More Like This
-Guess what. - he said. Frost shook his head - No idea?
-I got us a show!!! - the singer and guitarist was visibly happy. It was the yard of 1994 and that would be their 1st show. Frost wanted to share his happiness, but he grew paller. Slowly, the smile on Satyr's face vanished - Aren't you happy?
-Of course I am! - that was true, the point was that he was scared. Damn scared of the crowd. Damn scared of the crowd that claimed for true Black Metal. He wasn't sure if he could make it, he felt like shit. He was sure Satyr would fire him when he found a better drummer.
Frost sighed, sadly, and looked to the sunset:
-Are you okay? - Satyr asked - Come on Frost, Euronymous is dead and the Count is in jail, now black metallers are allowed to laugh!
His joke didn't work and Frost grimmaced; he had been a close friend of Euronymous and Satyr was always for
Eternity 17 Satyr sat on the floor, and wondered if a dog waiting for his owner would also feel what he was feeling; longing. He picked up his phone from his pocket and called the tour manager:More Like This
-Remember the tour this month?
-Of course! You guys are going to do it great!
There was a little silence, both shock and surprise:
-You heard it, cancel the tour. - Satyr got impatient - Or I'll do it myself.
-Can I ask you why?
-Frost broke a leg. This time is serious, really serious. So cancel it.
-I can find you a replacement drummer and...
Satyr huffed and puffed and turned off. Then he looked among his millions of contacts for the organization of the festival they were supposed to go. He found it and called the man:
-Hi. It's Satyr. From Satyricon.
-So, any news?
-Yes. I'm canceling
Roadkill Extravaganza 10 Frost sobbed, his forehead against Satyr's chest. He felt miserable, like if there was a void on his heart, getting bigger and bigger and dragging the rest of his body to the vacuum. There was a storm of feelings too; love, misery, hate, fear, anger, devotion, shame, loneliness, love, pain and love.More Like This
He could feel the singer cherishing his long black hair, and he felt warm while embraced on his arms. Then he heard the singer calling him, in a very soft voice:
-I'm sorry. - the drummer sobbed, and the singer pulled him closer:
-It's okay. - Satyr said, truely - It was my fault, I should have noticed there was something wrong with you. Besides - the singer bit his lip,ashamed - I've seen you crying, I should have talked to you before.
They got into a sepulcral silence. Satyr looked around; they were completely alone, and he knew the backstage party would only end at 3 a.m. He picked up his mobile phone from h
Roadkill Extravaganza 12 Frost felt immensaly surprised; he just wanted a kiss, an innocent kiss... and now Satyr was stripping him off! The drummer couldn't help but smile while his lips were devoured by the singer... but suddenly all stopped:More Like This
-Shit! - Satyr whispered, breathless; he couldn't believe what he had done. He, that thought he couldn't feel anything towards friendship with the drummer... he was sit in the top of Frost, both shirtless. The smile in the drummer's face was gone:
-What's the matter? - he asked - Didn't you like?
Satyr bit his lips; the problem was that he liked it... He thought for a while, now he was doubting himself! And if in fact all he wanted was the drummer? But if it was just something because he wanted to cheer up Frost? He didn't want to see the drummer hurt, he didn't want to play with his feelings.
So... what should he do? He rolledto his side and laid beside the drummer, who looked at him, worried:
America x Reader - Victory kissA victory kiss - America x ReaderMore Like This
(This fanfic will be my brief re-introduction to fanfiction, hopefully I can pick up the pieces and get over my fear of creative writing.)
"The Japanese have surrendered. I repeat, the Japanese have surrendered. We've won the war! I repeat the United States has won!"
You crawled indoors from a long day's worth of factory work to hear a plate being dropped dropped from the other room. You jumped slightly in surprise and you her an Erratic scream. "Great more shit I have to pay to replace." You mumble before dragging yourself into the small apartment's kitchen, pastel walls with cream patterns taunted you as they peeled from the surface. You glare at them as if to say "stick back to the wall you son of a hitch or so help me" but your glares are interrupted.
"YES WE'VE DONE IT LOVE." Your half cousin Alice screamed as she rushed over and tackled you. You toppled backwards onto your sore back, landing with
TO YOU ASPIRING ARTISTS...FROM JOE MADUREIRAHere's some of the most amazing and invaluable advice you'll most-likely ever get from one of my good colleagues and legends in comics/gaming, creator JOE MADUREIRA. It's what i've been preaching to you aspiring artists since i arrived on DA, but i think his POV says it perfectly:More Like This
*WARNING: SOME MATURE LANGUAGE*
"DO YOU REALLY WANT TO BE A SUCCESSFUL ARTIST?
Or a successful WORKING PROFESSIONAL?
Believe it or not there is a difference. I'm not usually a soapbox type guy, I don't like instructing people, and I think I'm a terrible teacher. But hey, it's Friday and I'm in a strange mood. So here goes:
I've noticed that a good number of my fans happen to be aspiring artists themselves. This is for all you guys. I get asked constantly: "Where should I go to school?" "What classes should I take?" "What should I study for anatomy?" "What pencils and paper do you use?" "Should I be working digitally now instead of traditionally?" "How do I fix my poses? Learn composition? Perspective?" "When