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I wouldn’t normally ask for this but can yall please give me ideas for some fics 🙏
I’ve been trying think of some but I can’t
If u do have a idea please check my master list bc I do have some rules! 🤍
Just put them in the ask box! Also they don’t have to be fix ideas it can just be anything u want (maybe in just bored 💔)
One day I am gonna grow wings
Angst, fluff
TW: mentions of d3ath, mentally unwell?
Notes: I think I did well on this and I hope you all like it too, any feedback in welcome🤍
The rain was pouring outside, each drop hitting the ground violently as it came down. The warmth from inside the house was making the windows fog up.
She sat on the floor and rubbed off the condensation and stared through the little gap she had made. She was so into her own world, that she didn’t realise that someone was behind her, watching her as she looked out into the view in front.
The person moved to stand next to her before hesitating to sit down. The sound of movement made her snap out of her trance, she looked at the person and smiled before looking back outside the window.
“Axl, what did I say about coming to mine without asking?” She asked, her voice soft and calm.
She turned to face him, waiting for a reply or a hum of acknowledgement.
He stayed silent, he wanted so desperately to say something but his mouth stayed shut.
“Tell me. You know you can.”
He sighed and laid down on his back, his arms crossed against his chest.
She looked as he laid down, confusion was painted across her face, he remained silent.
“Ax, come on, tell me.” She placed a hand on his arm. He immediately tensed up then relaxed.
He sighed again, he pulled her down to lay beside him.
They both stared at the ceiling in silence, it felt like something, or someone, was going to explode. Everything felt too much for either one to handle.
“I don’t wanna be here anymore, I can’t deal with it.” He said, his voice was deep and had a sense of vulnerability.
She sat up and watched him, unsure of what to do or say.
“Are you sure? What makes you think that Ax?”
He sighed, sitting up after her, his eyes fixed on the floor, it was as if he was scared to look at her.
“Yes, I’m sure.” He nodded. “I’m not why I think like that to be honest, I just feel as if there’s some sort of freedom in death.”
She grabbed his hand and held it tightly in hers, not wanting to let go.
“Ax, speak to me, tell me everything, it will make you feel better, I promise.”
He sighed again, she noticed his eyes were glassy with tears.
“I don’t know what I mean, some days I wanna die and others I wanna be free, it’s so confusing, I really don’t know how I feel.”
She nodded. She understood every word he said and how he felt.
He looked at her, some tears were falling down his face, he didn’t notice.
“I know how you feel Ax, I felt the same way.”
He grabbed her shoulders tightly, afraid to let go, as if she would disappear as soon as he did so, afraid that she might get up and leave him at that time of vulnerability.
He pulled her into him, her face in the side of his neck, his arms moved to wrap themselves around her, his grip tightened and loosened.
“What do you mean?” He asked, his voice cracking.
She moved her face to be in front of him, she still remained close.
“When I was a teenager, I felt the way you do now, I also told myself that one day I was going to grow wings and get out of everything through death, and no other way.” She managed to get one of her arms out of his grip and moved it to his face, placing her hand on his jaw.
“How’d you stop thinking about it, I’ve tried to make it stop but I can’t, I just can’t, I’ve tried every way.” His tone made him seem like he was a child who had just got screamed at.
“I tried to end it, but it didn’t work, then I realised there were more positives to life than negatives, it took a while but I got there in the end, I try to look on the good side of things rather than focus on the bad.” She rubbed his jaw and stared at him.
He didn’t say anything back, she didn’t expect him to. He stared back at her, eyes darting to different parts of her face.
The two sat there in silence, looking at each other, each other's company making them feel safe.
He placed his head on her shoulder, she could feel him smile.
She moved her hands to the back of his hard and started to play with his hair.
“Stay here with me for a while Axl, I don’t like the idea of you being alone right now.”
He hummed in acknowledgment.
He pulled her close again and didn’t move. He actually felt like someone understood him for how he felt, someone who he could talk to and relate with.
I fear yall are NOT ready for the fic im currently writing. (Might be out tomorrow or Saturday)
Like genuinely, it’s heartbreaking (in my opinion) and it’s based off a Radiohead song.
Also it’s gonna be about/reference a sensitive subject so there will be warnings🤍
Yall are not ready at all 🗣️
Here's the prompt for the Izzy Imagine ^^
Y/N, the reader, is Stephanie Seymour's sister. She gets dragged by Steph to one of Axl’s parties, where she always feels invisible next to her gorgeous and popular sister, who attracts attention from all the guys. At the party, Y/N develops a small crush on Slash. Encouraged by her sister, she gathers the courage to hit on Slash only to be rejected and insulted by Slash, who is drunk at the moment. Heartbroken, she runs out of the party in tears. Then she bumps into a hot guy named Izzy. Noticing her crying, he gently asks why she’s crying and reassures her, telling her that he’d love to have her number because he finds her beautiful.
Fluff and Angst included pls 🩷
This is my first time actually trying to make a fic so I really hope yall like it. If you want me to write anything just ask and I’ll do it but I do have rules!
Your beautiful. (An Izzy stradlin imagine)
Notes: fluff(I think), angst(I think)
•••
I was laying on the grass in the garden, basking in the cool of the early evening, listening to every small sound of the Malibu wildlife.
The faint ring of the phone coming from inside the house broke me out of my trance, I sighed and sat up, rubbing my face before I stood up and walked inside.
The phone had stopped ringing by the time I stood up but it rang again as soon as I walked in through the door.
I picked it up, and my sister, Stephanie, was on the other line.
“Hello?”
“My boyfriend’s hosting a party tonight, I think you should come, it starts in two hours.” A hint of excitement in her voice.
I raised my eyebrows, unsure of what to say.
“Uhm… sure why not.” I shrugged.
My sister made a happy noise.
“Great! See you later!”
The phone hung up before I said bye.
I shrugged again, not quite sure of what I was going to get myself into.
I walked upstairs and into my room. I went over to my wardrobe and looked through every item of clothing I owned before picking out a long black dress that I forgot I owned.
I did my hair and makeup the exact way my sister taught me a few years ago.
•••
I had been at the party for a few hours now. The music was blasting and people seemed to be enjoying themselves, the environment was great.
The party itself was alright, my sister and her boyfriend were in the spotlight, obviously. Was I jealous? Did I feel invisible? Maybe, but that’s what happens when you have a famous sister.
I was sitting outside, a glass of wine in my hand. My sister, her boyfriend and several other men were sitting in front of me, there wasn’t really much conversation going on but I enjoyed the company.
That’s when I saw a man with long, curly hair walk out the house. I eyed him as he took a swig of whiskey straight out of the bottle then lit what I assumed was a joint.
Stephanie saw that I kept on staring at him when I had seen him several times earlier.
“Go talk to him.” She smiled.
“Why? I barely know him.” I laughed.
“Go on, just do it.” She urged me.
“Alright.” I smiled and got up.
I walked over to the man and stood there awkwardly, waiting for him to notice.
I cleared my throat to get his attention, he looked at me as if I was crazy.
“Who are you?” His breath reeked of weed and alcohol, it was not a good mix.
“Y/N.”
“Right... I’m Slash…what do you want?”
“Just wanted to say that I think you look good and I would wanna speak more.”
He gave me a weird look, as if I had just insulted him in every way shape and form.
“No, you're not really my type, actually, you're nowhere near.” He laughed with his slightly slurred speech.
I smiled and nodded, and walked away. Tears were in my eyes, threatening to spill.
I made my way back over to my sister and picked up my bag before quickly walking away. I could hear her and her boyfriend call out to me but I ignored them, I didn’t want to cause a scene, it was their party, their moment, not mine.
The tears were falling down my face by then, blinding my vision, everything was blurry. I probably walked into so many people but didn’t realise. Why was I so bothered by a drunk man’s words?
I opened the door and walked out. I wiped my eyes and yet again, walked into someone.
The person grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back to stand in front of him, he moved his hands to my shoulders and stared deep into my eyes. I looked around, unsure of what to do or say, his eyes felt like bullets to skin.
“Are you okay?” His voice had an insane amount of concern.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” I nodded, even though he had just seen me crying.
“No you're not, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to though… my name's Izzy by the way.”
“I pretty much got called ugly, some man said J wasn’t his type then said I was no one’s type… I’m Y/N.”
The tears were back again, slowly spilling down my face. I didn’t even notice until Izzy wiped them away.
He sat down on the path, I sat next to him. There was a moment’s silence, it was peaceful, the faint noise of music from the house, the odd car passing, it was calm.
A few minutes passed before Izzy spoke up again.
“You're not ugly, nowhere near, if anything the man was probably the bad looking one, men who looked bad always have a big ego but are fragile at heart and take it out on others.” His voice was soft.
I hummed.
“Don’t listen to some men, one day you will find someone who loves you, the way you look and your personality.”
I looked at him, he was leaning forward and was staring at the bushes in front of him.
He looked at me for a moment then looked straight back in front of him, he seemed… shy?
“Can I have your number?”
“Huh?”
“Your number, can I have it?” He looked at me.
“Sure.”
I rummaged around in my bag and pulled a pen, I grabbed his arm and wrote my number down.
His face softened, he stared at me the whole time I did so.
“There you go.”
“Thanks.”
I stood up and he did the same, he placed his hands back onto my shoulders, staring back into my eyes again.
“You're beautiful, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
I smiled.
He pulled me in to give me a hug, my arms stayed by my side, unsure of what to do I slowly moved my arms around him.
The wind was cool, the music drowned out, it felt like it was just us two in the world.
We stayed like that for a while before he let go and looked at me again.
“I’ll call you soon.” He smiled and walked away.
I watched as he walked away, I went in the opposite direction, smiling to myself.
Finally someone who actually liked me for me.
How would yall feel if I started to write fics?
I wouldn’t do anything weird to me (smut) but I would do some sweet things, maybe some sad things and things that come to mind.
If I did it would probably take a while bc im very slow with planing and writing but I would try to be as quick I can. Also don’t expect the best thing ever 🙂↕️
About me and my blog
About me:
My name is Lola and I use she/her pronouns.
Very boring stuff I know but who cares.
My fav bands are Guns N Roses and Ghost (im also seeing these bands live 🙂↕️)
About my blog(important-ish!):
This blog is a safe space for anyone and bullying will NOT be tolerated here. 🗣️🗣️(louder for the people in the back)
If you want to talk about Guns N Roses or Ghost or just anything in general (no weird stuff though please 🙏) just ask me in my ask box and I will most likely reply.
LINKS:
Masterlist link
When I saw the post about the new GNR drummer on instagram and looked at the comments seeing things like “Um who is this guy” “No bring back Steven Adler or Matt Sorum” What I have to say about that is You can’t be too sure if they asked them or maybe they didn’t ask them because Steven and Matt have their own separate lives. I do truly hate it when some GNR mistreat new GNR band members. It’s okay if you don’t know who they are and I understand we all want the original line up back. But sometimes it’s good for new things to come. I have a feeling the new drummer will do amazing. It’s just annoying when some gnr fans are not pleased with new gnr members just cause they aren’t the original members. Anyways that’s what I think about this whole situation. I hope you can agree on this and others will too 💗
This.
As much as I wanted Steven back I’m happy that Isaac is in the band and is ready for this new chapter.
I think it’s so rude that people are annoyed and begging for Steven/matt.
Again, personally I am very very happy for Isaac.
He looks so proud in the photo on insta 🙂↕️
New drummer shown.
How we feeling? I heard he’s a great drummer but I don’t know who he is 😣
If anyone knows please tell 🤍
Whatever new drummer gnr has I wish this person the best and hopefully the fans don’t blindly hate because I’ve seen fans complain about Frank’s drumming by calling it computer programming
I also wish them the best too.
Yeah, I’ve seen people call Frank boring ect, I don’t get why people can’t be happy 😒
Hope Frank does well with whatever he may do next
So frank is done and the tour is coming up like that was out of nowhere
Tour should be canceled at this point
I don’t think they should cancel the tour .
I think that they have already found a new drummer and that’s why they posted.
But obviously people have different reactions to the news.
WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT THE UNRELEASED SONG ‘CORNSHUCKER’
ITS SO GOOD AND THE LYRICS ARE SO DIRTY AND FUNNY
listen to it yall 😣
GUNS N ROSES WORLD TOUR 2025
Because what you want and what you get are two completely different things
happy pride month !!!
remastering my introduction post!
⋆˚ about me 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
hi my name is sam. i love jeff buckley, all things chris cornell, bob dylan, la guns, and guns n' roses. i do make art, and im planning on dedicating my instagram to showcase it! (@slashwifey)
i also frequently create bots on character.ai, and i'll share my accounts at the bottom of this post in case you're interested. one account is mostly dedicated to guns n' roses bots, whilst my main doesn't have a main focus. p.s. you can dm me for my ao3 username!
⋆˚ writing 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
who i will write about: izzy stradlin and axl rose primarily, but i don't mind writing about all of the main members of gn'r. i will also write about chris cornell and jeff buckley!
what i don't/won't write about: any weird kinks (for example: piss, shit, and the like), im also not too experienced with doing headcanons for people, but maybe someday i'll start doing them! for now, i'll just be doing oneshots for anybody that requests anything :)
that's all! + my asks are open to requests!
⋆˚ character ai 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
my main: myizzystradlin
alt account: myaxlrose
instagram for requests on c.ai, etc: slashwifey
⋆˚ i think about this photo everyday . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
slash and duff ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
Guns N’ Roses win the Michael Jackson video vanguard award, VMA 1992 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
But i wish you were right here ۶ৎ
Izzy Stradlin in shire
"Back then he was Izzy Bell. He looked a lot like Nikki Sixx"
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The ads on a weekly basis and soon found their next bass player, Izzy Stradlin, who went on to gain fame as rhythm guitarist for Guns N’ Roses. “Back then he was Izzy Bell,” says Santalesa of Stradlin, “He looked a lot like Nikki Sixx and had a lot of energy. He was very enthusiastic.” (This contrary to the current heroin chic persona Stradlin sports today.)
Santalesa goes on to say that Stradlin was always more of a punk at heart, counter to Shire’s melodic power metal sound. He says “[Izzy] wanted to do a Ramones song and I added a solo, so everyone thought that was funny. He was the first guy I saw wearing creepers so he was ahead of his time.”
Ultimately, Stradlin would leave the band when “his friend Bill Bailey came from Indiana in 1983, so he started doing his thing with him.” (Bill would be GnR singer Axl Rose.)
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I've pulled razor blades on myself -Axl
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How do you explain your volatile nature? When I get stressed, I get violent and take it out on myself. I've pulled razor blades on myself but then realized that having a scar is more detrimental than not having a stereo. I'd rather kick my stereo in than go punch somebody in the face. When I get mad or upset or emotional, sometimes I'll walk over and play my piano
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A psychiatrist has diagnosed Axl's problem as manic-depressive disorder,
a condition that can cause people to swing from impulsive, reckless, and argumentative fits to catatonic and suicidal periods.
"I can be happier than anybody I know," Axl says. "I can get so happy I'll cry. I can get completely opposite, upsetwise."
Many manic-depressives turn to drugs or alcohol to lessen the pain of their illness. Although Axl takes lithium to combat the disorder, he thinks it's ineffective and claims to be in control of his moods.
"Did you ever see that movie - I think it was Frances?"
Frances Farmer, an actress, was institutionalized because of her emotional outbursts.
"I always wonder if, like, somebody's gonna slide the knife underneath my eye and give me the lobotomy. I think about that a lot. "Was I, like, a major dick last night?"
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We got rained on a lot. Which is good 'cause we had no shower.
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Axl Rose, 24: "There's a lot of violence in the world. That's the environment we live in and we like to show what we live in rather than hide it and act like everything is nice and sugary.
Slash: We lived in a one room studio with holes in the ceiling. We got rained on a lot.
Izzy: Which is good 'cause we had no shower.
“The West Hollywood sheriffs have got to be the biggest fucking pigfaces I’ve ever known. They know our name, too, because of all the things that have happened.” - Izzy
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