milliways_bar | Entries tagged with skwisgaar skwigelf

cheevy.livejournal.com

[OOM: Perhaps you remember a very tall blonde Swedish guitarist. Perhaps you remember a very short Irish poet-turned-rocker. Perhaps you remember that they don't like each other much, in ways that normally end at the short Irish one being uncharacteristically nasty to the tall Swedish one.

Normally.

After a few years of that, there comes a point when things don't go so well in ways that will still be echoing loudly more than ten years from now.
Warning for cussing, violence, butchered English, unnecessary cruelty, and casual destruction of souls.]

The Door swings open, and through it steps a short fellow with a mane of black curls and a brown leather trenchcoat, his left arm in a sling. Only after the door shuts behind him does he notice where he is.

"Fuck. Fuck." He spins around and rattles the doorknob. When it doesn't open, he rattles it again, then growls and smacks the door with the palm of his unbroken hand. He turns back and scowls towards Bar, addressing the slab of wood in a voice too quiet for her to probably hear. "Oh, you can just go to hell."

The old rocker shuffles over to the couch and tosses himself into it, lying down on his side half-curled in front of the fire. He closes his eyes to block out the world, but it's probably apparent to anyone close by that he's not asleep. You can tell by the scowling and twitching -- the latter being a side effect of both the pain medication and a deep desire to not be near himself.

Warning: Raging fluffy emo rocker. Approach at your own risk. (But do approach, the mun neglects this game too much.)

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

It had been a while since Skwisgaar had come to the bar, but that was because he'd finally been busy enough back home that he hadn't gotten bored and needed to come to the bar.

In any case, he'd taken over one of the chairs near the fire, fingers moving near-ceaselessly working on first one song, then another, never going through anything completely and bouncing back and forth between a good twelve or fourteen songs.

He had Pompeii with him, the dragon perched on the back of his chair with the princess doll, chirping away at her and waiting.

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

Since the pup was whining at the mun for the past week, even going so far as to post in dear_mun about it...

HERE'S A TOKI.

Toki was really rather not doing much lately, just working as he always did on his model planes and getting snarked at by his comrades. It wasn't all good, however, or even all that great.

There'd been a secret that he'd stumbled across that'd been eating away at him for the past couple months, and he only told one person. Or maybe two. Whatever, nobody who needed to know knew it and that's what made the knowing more painful.

So ~~emo~~ Toki is ~~being emo~~ at the piano, playing ~~emo~~ renditions of Tool and A Perfect Circle, just because he can.

Botherable!

dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Pickles and Miniver make it to Sweden on their vacation and go to a show, where the front man is none other than the legendary guitarist, Skwisgaar Skwigelf. Rated L for lewd. Warning for sex, threesome, and plenty of violence, blood, mayhem and metal. Standard fare for the boys, really.]]
Far be it from letting a little thing like the Bar go to waste!

Pickles bops on in, listening to his mp3 player, and drops down at the bar, patting her, "Hey baby, you know how to do." And with that, he had twenty various cocktails and bottles at the ready.

He'd been up all night, but mostly due to his weird sleep schedule, and the fact that a special someone was home and he didn't want to waste a waking moment.

Botherable!

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

Skwisgaar was back again, mostly because he'd gotten bored at home and things were far more interesting in the bar right now.

Why no, he had no idea that he was a part of the cause, furthermore, if he had known he probably wouldn't have cared, this was actually pretty cool.

Just at that moment he was sprawled across a chair near the fire, as he so often was, picking away at what may or may not have been his portion of the previous jam session. In any case, it was hardly enough to do any sort of damage, it was just catchy.

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

"No seriouslies," Came the voice as the door opened, "Dis is de bests way ever to finds a time of practice, ja? Don't gots anybody to be bother us when we's is makes thing all smooth."

Because most of the people here wouldn't know whether they'd got it right yet or not anyway which was really the point, "Beside, is how me and Toki makes up Yardwoolves. Because we's is have a space to work, and nobody to be bothers us."

Why Skwisgaar was suddenly so caught on the idea of jamming in the bar was anyone's guess, just one of his weird little ideas that he wouldn't let go of, this time, however, he was dragging company along with him, Pickles had been complaining about not having time to work on another translation from the Necronomicon, and Toki had said he wanted a drink, and Skwisgaar had put two and two together and come out with three.

(Three pups, two muns, crazy-fun-times plot! See backroom for details. Feel free to tag in here and threadhop a la a party thread, or even more fun, whip up your own musical entrance post, whatever works for you!)
Eta tinytags: Broadway Goes Brutal plot, Hedwig

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

OOM After their fight at too-damn-early in the morning (or perhaps too-damn-late at night) the guitarists go home.

Warnings for the usual when it comes to these two, sex, drugs and Rock & Roll.

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

After having searched Mordhaus high and low, Skwisgaar (and Pompeii) had decided that there was only one place left for Toki to be hiding. So, even at this hour, enter guitarist and dragon.

Neither of them spotted their erstwhile companion (not that either of them looked very hard) right away, so they headed over to one of the couches near the fire, the blonde flopped down, carefully, so as not to knock the dragon from his shoulder, and hauled his guitar into his lap, playing something that wasn't much of anything.

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

[OOM: The moron twins have a little discussion involving Toki's childhood, and then wake up Nathan in the most unorthodox way they can without going into his room. Warning for sex, as usual.]

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

Toki and Skwisgaar spent most of the day in bed.
Not that this was anything new, but they actually were sleeping, which was rare. Apparently, serenading a dragon with their music took a lot out of them, and they spent a good amount of time recuperating. When asked about their tardiness to practice, they gave the usual excuses. After all, only four of them knew about the bar.
When asked what really happened, Toki whispered to Pickles, who eventually got around to telling Nathan what the truth behind it was. Dragons in the bar. OF COURSE.

But that was the day and it was well into the middle of the night already when Skwisgaar and Toki showed up in the bar, not to give another performance, but just to relax and talk. The younger of the two had been around earlier, but went to get the blond after his boredom increased to the need for it.

They were cozily flopped across the couch. Well, one was, at least. The younger one was sitting in front of the couch, watching the fire and eating snacks.

Botherable, even at such a late hour.

[OOC: Two muns, Two Pups, have at!]

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

Outside, by the lake, there's a Rock God.

He's not doing anything of much consequence, really. Just throwing chunks of meat into the water, watching tentacles of his squid friends come to pluck the hunks of beef from the thin ice. It was like feeding the ducks, only more brutal.

Toki is botherable.

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

Toki's at the piano, playing another medley of modern music in a classical style. He definitely needed some off time from thinking about things, and now that it was the new year, he wanted to start fresh, start happy.

Not that his music reflected this, it was all rather morose.

Botherable!

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

There was a blonde rockstar in the bar. Again. This really wasn't such an uncommon occurrence after all.

Nor was the fact that he was sprawled in one of the chairs near the fire picking away at some not-quite song, trying to force it into shape. That was just how he operated, really, if he couldn't make something work he'd dump it.

There was a new-penny colored dragon perched on the back of his chair with a small doll, a princess apparently, given the tiara, dress, and the long flowing hair. The dragon was sitting and waiting, whistling occasionally when it didn't like a particular sound. Probably Pompeii was just waiting for him to leave the guitar unattended so he could strip it down for nesting materials.

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

Toki's sprawled on the couch, inasmuch as he ever truly sprawls. He's mostly covered by a blanket and is reading another comic book, with a bowl of candy within reach and a mug of hot chocolate chilling on a nearby table. There's an addition to his hair, a braid with a red, naturally warm bead at the end. He wasn't going to take it out for a very, very long time.

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

Skwisgaar had been in the bar for a while already, of course, that didn't mean he wasn't still oblivious to things, which was why when he stood up from the couch to go get himself another melonade, he was surprised when he made it all of two steps before falling flat on his face.

His reaction, once he'd picked himself up and made sure he wasn't bleeding, was somewhat predictable: "Oh whats de fuG#s is goings on abouts in de place here?"

Yep, mistletoe

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

OOM: After the World Championships, two young guitarists meet, sparks fly, and a legend begins.

This takes place around 1998, and warnings for >:C! faces, yelling, sex, and robot butlers.

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

[OOM: Toki and Skwisgaar celebrate Christmas. Toki, for one, approves of dragon training. Millitimed to Christmas, Warning for bandcest. ]

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

OOM Week Two of Yule. Gifts all over.

Warnings for tattoos, dragons, more dragons, paper cup abuse and guitarists being cute.

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

Toki is at his door. He opens it.
"Damn!"
And closes it.
Opens it again!
"Dammit!"
Closes it.
Slowly opens it?
"Dammit to hells!!"
Closes it.

...

Opens it REALLY FAST!
"Oh for cryings out fG#s sake!!"
Closes it.

This is an experiment in progress. Come ask what he's doing!

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

OOM: Skwisgaar & Toki have more yuletide celebrations

Warnings for painfully cute, windowsex, and surprisingly nothing else.

oh-wowee.livejournal.com

Toki Wartooth was a man of progressive and forward thinking.

Which is to say he was seen as somewhat eccentric by his peers. Not every death metal rhythm guitarist on Earth was the type to love working on model airplanes or carry around a teddy bear when he was feeling particularly needy. Not every death metal guitarist ate an inordinate amount of sweets and played DDR.

Hell, not even ONE of his peers did any of those things, in whole or in part. And Toki was just beginning to realize that. He was chewing on his thumbnail, both legs drawn up to his chest as he leaned his chin on his knee, staring out through the observation window, brow furrowed in thought.

He had a lot to think about.

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

There was, once again, a rockstar in the bar.

This wasn't, by and large, a wholly remarkable occurrence, there were, after all, quite a few of them around, now and again.
This one was, however, the only one worth mentioning. At least, if you asked him as much.

Just at the moment he was trying to play three Christmas carols at once, mostly this was just to get them out of his head because they were more dangerous inside it than out, no matter how mangled the sound.

At least his amp was off?

Feel free to interrupt, he needs it, really.

dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com

There's a Rock God drummer who liked to think that he could survive on alcohol alone.

He wasn't that far off from the truth, really.

He's currently playing the empty bottles he's got around him. It's like Stomp only more brutal.

Come say hi!

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

Skwisgaar was... well, he was in as good a mood as he ever was. He miiiight even have been smiling. Sure, it was late, it was late back home too, but just at the moment he didn't really care. He was sprawled in one of the large chairs near the fire, guitar in his lap, one foot propped up on his amp, the volume low for once.

He was made of smug, perhaps more so than usual, picking away at something that was an unholy union between Flight of the Bumblebee, Beethoven's fifth, and Pachelbel's Canon in D.

Judging by the partially-covered bitemarks up and down his neck, someone had found a new hobby.

dats-dildoes.livejournal.com

OOM: After their argument yesterday Toki and Skwisgaar go home.

Warnings for yelling, sulking, reminiscing about growing up, and of course, guitarist!sex.