I'm Not OkayThe incredibly tall, strikingly handsome, blonde-haired man inhaled sharply on his cigarette, before expelling the smoke in a weary sigh as he watched the sunset fade and the sky overrun with a rainbow of dark, sensual colours.I'm Not Okay7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Duff McKagan stared over at the large, luxurious hotel where the party was still continuing, and felt a lump rise in his throat. Swallowing it painfully, he unscrewed the top off the bottle of Smirnoff Black vodka and took a large gulp, attempting to numb the pain of his broken heart.
How much of a dirty liar he was, giving that speech to all the half-drunk guests on how he wished Slash and Perla "all the best for the future" and "good luck" and all that crap. He smiled bitterly as the vodka began to kick in, and he pulled up the sleeve of his smart black tuxedo, revealing new, old and fresh scars snaking their way round his wrist, and continuing all the way up to his shoulders. He thought of the lunacy of it all, and laughed humorlessly. He, Duff McKagan, cheer
Little Padded CellAs I stare at the walls night after night,Little Padded Cell5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I see the ever increasing drawings,
wishing for a final goodnight.
Their faces twist and spin,
Asking me why i've brought them into this hell.
"Why?" I reply,
"To have some company in this little padded cell."
Like A dream Part 2 Izzy's POVLike A dream Part 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Treader loved the park. He could run around free as long as he wanted. Smiling Izzy put his attention back to the book but had to fight to keep his eyes open. As he lost it he curled himself together to a ball and started to dream....normally he dreamed just shit but this time.....
~opening his eyes he noticed the warm wind and the relaxing sound of the open sea. He liked it veery much and just wanted to turn on his back as.......someone giggles.Then something like a red flash. Tilting his head, Izzy nearly purred as he felt the soft touch from Axl on his neck. It had to be him be
A Day Out In London - Part 1A Day Out In London - Part 1/3A Day Out In London - Part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Right then." Slash stood in the doorway leading into the bunk area of the Guns N' Roses tour bus, hands on his slim hips and his top hat askew over his flyaway jet curls. "We're in London, there's a whlole day ahead of us, and it's sunny. Any ideas as to what we should do today?" he looked expectantly at the tree pairs of bunks where the other four members of Guns N' Roses plus their now missing manager lay.
Axl Rose lifted his head from a top bunk, and rubbed his sleepy dark eyes. "Ohh, jee-sus..." he moaned. "What time is it?" he ran his hands through his tangled, shoulder length hair.
"Around nine-ish..." Slash answered, watching Axl affectionately. "He's so cute when he's just up..." he thought to himself.
"Any particular reason why you decided to wake up up at the crack of dawn?" Izzy Stradlin asked, clumsily climbing down from the bunk he shared with Duff McKagan and sitting on the end of Duff's bed, reaching for the hairbrush buried under the lyri
Play Time's OverPlay Time's OverPlay Time's Over7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lance? Toad asked tentatively.
What, Toad? Lance answered from the thing the Brotherhood called a couch.
Can you help me with something?
Depends. It doesn't involve looking under your bed again, does it?
The last time Lance had looked under Toad's bed, he had been looking for a bar of soap for Toad's monthly bath. Lance had quickly decided that if the soap had found its way under there, it hadn't survived very long. No, it did not matter that the soap was not a living thing, and therefore could not technically die. It had not survived.
No, it involves something else. Toad said, scuffing his toe on the floor.
Lance thought for a minute. He was incredibly bored right now. He had read this magazine at least ten times before, and counting the dead flies in the corner could only keep one occupied for so long.
Yeah, okay. He said with a shrug. Well, as much as one could shrug while lying on th
A Day Out In London - Part 3A Day Out in London Part 3/3A Day Out In London - Part 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ohh, what a day! Axl groaned, kicking off his black DCs and pulling off his black shirt, showing his washboard stomach and long, black pendant hanging in the middle of his chest. We spent loads! Alans gonna kill us
No, Axl, Alan will kill you and Izzy only, you were the only two who felt the need to buy each and every bottle of alcohol in Harrods, at 30 fuckin pound a bottle! Duff replied, tossing his red Keep the Faith hippy t-shirt over the arm of one of the black, squashy leather sofas, and lying down on the white, fluffy rug on the laminate floor in the lounge area.
It wasnt that much Izzys voice was muffled as he spoke while he pulled off his grey sleeveless Slipknot top, throwing it on top of Duffs t-shirt and rifling through the numerous Harrods bags that took up most of the floor, eventually surfacing with a bottle of expensive Fre
A Day Out In London - Part 2A Day Out In London - Part 2/3A Day Out In London - Part 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Around an hour later, the band were dressed and ready to go. "We're goin' round London, gonna have a good timeeee..." Axl sang out melodiously, skipping round the parking lot where the bus was parked.
Slash smiled. "Where to first, then?"
"I say...Hamley's!" Izzy announced. "Then Harrods! Then Budweiser factory, then the London Eye!"
"Sounds awesome!" Duff exclaimed. "Onwards!"
The band had known Hamley's was a big store, but they hadn't known exactly how big.
"Wow..." Steven let out a low whistle. "This place is huuuuge..."
"Five floors...all with toys...oh myyy..." Duff gazed around the ground floor in wonder.
Slash didn't say anything; he simply stared around a the countless shel
Like a Dream Part 4 Axl's POVLike a Dream Part 45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There. The quietness came back. And Jeffrey was gone. On the other hand it was so relaxing. Axl moved his hand around but there was only darkness. "J...Jeffrey?"His body felt heavy and now he couldn't even more around anymore as he could fell a soft touch and someone talking. Was this Izzy? A bit shaking, the readhead held up his hand as someone grabbed it. Slash! He let go again and started to sob. Izzy will never come back to him.
Son Gorin's bio part 1Name: Son Gorin 孫悟綸Son Gorin's bio part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Relatives:: Goku and Chichi (parents) Gohan and Goten (brothers) Radditz (uncle), Gyomao and Bardack (Granpas) Videl (sister-in-law) Pan, (niece), C17 (boyfriend)
Born: October 20th 761 (1 week after Radditz arrival)
Race: half Saiyan, half human
Stats: (end of Z)
height: 1m 65cm (5'4")
weight: 59kg (143lb)- hey, all muscles!
likes: fighting, training, eating, relaxing
dislikes: morrons, wannabes, math
Forms: normal, ssj, , mssj, ssj2
Special moves: Kamehameha, Taiyoken, Kienzan, Bukujutsu, Shunkanido, Supernova missile (a manovrable focused Kamehameha), Fire arrow (a straight ray of energy, like the Freezer-beam, but with both hands), lighting claw. (energy around her hand in the form of long claws)
character summary: basically she wants to get along with as much people as possible and is able to c
Del Suicidio: Canto IDel Suicidio: Canto IDel Suicidio: Canto I5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
De las vociferaciones de navajas
y su apacible canto.
Con la boca retorcida
y un silencio impuro
se evocan vetustas melodías
de cánticos en sulfuro.
Los dedos plateados y filosos
teñidos con un cielo escarlata
despuntan en mis ojos,
- cual antiguo romance sodomita -
y me besan, con sus labios rojos:
la piel se abre y se marchita...
bórrame con tu lascivia cortante
de las estrellas y su brillo;
sobre el ósculo moribundo de tus hojas
En los planos más altos de tu conciencia -suicida-
elevaré mi espíritu y transmutaré
tus marcas en portentos divinos.
Profile- Ghost FaustusProfile- Ghost Faustus7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Name: Ghost Faustus
Nickname: Other kids call him Frankenstein-boy, Ronnie calls him Patches.
Age: Has a 17-year-old body, though his actual age is unknown.
Socioeconomic level: Currently, upper middle class. (Before that, living-in-a-secret-lab class.)
Birth date: His creator-father Tierlynn let him pick his birthday, because Tierlynn didn't want Ghost to associate the day of his 'creation' as his actual birthday. Ghost chose April 6, the same as his favorite scientist, James Watson, one of the discoverers of DNA.
Birth place: His dad's lab, somewhere in Germany.
Describe their dwelling/house: A scientific laboratory, hidden away somewhere in the world (a different lab than the one he was born in). It's essentially one big lab room, with a couple of beds. (Until recently, he had shared a bed with his father)
Occupation: Student in
The RecordHe found a record in the garbage. There it was, without a sleeve, label scratched and stained beyond recognition, lying among the used papers and yesterfoodstuffs of a spilled-over trash can on the side of the road. He picked it up and brought it home to listen to. Its mystery intrigued him.The Record4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had never heard the band before in his life. None of the songs sounded even vaguely familiar to him, and when he played the record for his friends, none of them had heard it either. He even asked around near where he had found it, but no one seemed to know anything about it. The record was a complete enigma. But he liked it.
As time went on he fell in love with the music- the sound of the singer's voice, the twang of the guitar, the soft ripple of the piano, the low buzz of the bass, the drama of the drums. He had no idea who they were, or when the record was made, or where it was recorded- no identification whatsoever. But that didn't matter to him. Romeo asked no name of his rose.
Even the fla
Stradlin-Rose Production 55The camera came on, and Izzy Stradlin waved at the camera in a busy street. Wassup, people? Izzy here. Were in the land of the Big Apple on tour right now, so were coming to you LIVE FROM NEW YORK!!! He shrieked the last part as a car drove past.Stradlin-Rose Production 556 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Well, MY PANTS are currently in the land of the Big Banana, if you catch my drift. Axl Rose replied, smirking. And anyway, were not even in New York. Were back in Indiana visiting your family, dipshit.
Izzy gave the camera the finger. I want none of that bullshit today, Axl, I told my parents youre on probation from The Special Unit at the hospital, so therefore you must be on your BEST BEHAVIOUR, got it?
If you suck me off, then yes.
Oh, and I also told them that youre a closet homosexual who keeps trying to make passes at me. Izzy smiled childishly. So any gay-talk you try and start to make me look bad wil
12 Days of Borderlands12 Psychos shouting12 Days of Borderlands3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
11 Grenades bouncin
9 Bandits looting
8 Rockets launcing
7 Sniper rifles
6 Moxxi pinups
3 Rakk hives
2 Mini Steves
And a Mothrakk in a dick tree!
Stradlin-Rose Production 77The view of a messy lounge came into view, and the vision was blurry.Stradlin-Rose Production 776 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nananananananananananana BATMAAAAAAAAN!!!!! A figure ran through the shot, naked, screaming at the top of his lungs.
Fucks sake, Axl, how old are you? Izzy Stradlin sighed from behind the camera.
Axl stopped, and turned to the camera. Why, hello, Izzy! Didnt see you there! He grinned widely. Are you liking my costume of superior-awesomeness?
The invisible-costume-thats-invisible-to-the naked-eye-that-only-you-can-see? Izzy questioned sarcastically.
The very same! How did you know??!!
Cool! Can you tell me how to do it??
No. Its a secret. Izzy deadpanned.
Aaaaaaawwwwwwwww Izzzzzzzzeeeeeee Axl pouted at the camera and did his best puppy-dog sad-eyes.
Dont do that. It makes you look like youve got a spatula up your ass.
Axl scowled. Ass
Guilt - Part 2Guilt - 2Guilt - Part 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Axl..." He could...hear? Had he actually survived?
"Axl, get up..." Hold on...that voice was familiar...but from where?
"Axl! Get up now!"
Axl's eyes snapped open, and was momentarily blinded by a flash of white. His eyes soon adjusted, and he sat up. White. He was surrounded by white. "Am I...?"
"At the moment, you are dead, yes." the voice behind him spoke again.
Axl unsteadily pulled himself to his feet and turned round to see where the voice was coming from. There, standing a small distance away, was Izzy.
"Oh my God...Izzy!" Axl raced over and hugged Izzy tightly. "I'm so sorry, it was all my fault you died...the train! I-"
"Axl...ssssshhh." Izzy stepped forward, and silenced Axl with a soft kiss. He stood back, and smiled wistfully. "That was all I ever wanted...too bad I didn't live long enough to get one..." he laughed quietly.
"Wha...uhm..." Axl was speechless with bewilderment.
"Okay, Axl, listen to me." Izzy's tne turned serious. "My suicide was my fault, not your
I Wanna Watch You Bleed One late night on the sunset strip, while everyone was walking their own separate ways, there was a young red head prancing his way through 'the jungle' of a sidewalk. Where he was going, no one knew. But with hair teased that high and the look in his eye told you to get out of his way. He looked from the left, and to the right. With his eyebrows narrowed and his mouth tightly closed, W. Axl Rose stopped at his destination.I Wanna Watch You Bleed5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just as he was about to enter, a man with overly done eyeliner and a beer gut stared at the young rock star.
Axl looked right back at him with a piercing stare. "You want somethin'?" he snapped.
"N-no..." The man stammered.
"Well to bad 'cause you're gettin' somethin'." Axl sneered as he walked towards the man. Soon they were hurling fists and biting flesh until the beer-gutted-man pulled out a knife and put it to the singer's valuable throat.
"Not so tough now, are ya?" he panted. Axl did
MSN chat with GNR[November-Rain62 has entered the conversation]MSN chat with GNR6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
[SnakeHat has entered the conversation]
November-Rain62: well, hello there! how are you?
November-Rain62: so heroin, women, alcohol and music?
SnakeHat: fuck off
November-Rain62: is that a yes then?
SnakeHat: im working
November-Rain62: on what? :S
SnakeHat: why do u keep using smileys on every line? ur not a 13yr old wannabe, yknow
November-Rain62: you did NOT just insult the smileys!!!! and i hate it when you answer a question with a question ¬.¬
SnakeHat: no i insulted u
November-Rain62: ...thats not very nice ='[
SnakeHat: wasnt trying to be
November-Rain62: so you hate me then? T^T i feel unloved!!!
SnakeHat: ...remind me again how old you are?
November-Rain62: physicality of a 24-year-old, mentality of a 2-year-old!
SnakeHat: and the intelligence of one too, by the looks of things...
November-Rain62: HEY!!! that was UNCALLED FOR!!!!
SnakeHat: id say it was perfectly called for tbh
Stradlin-Rose Production 50The shot of the camera was blurry, and as it was brought into focus, Axl Roses face was seen, breathing heavily and looking dishevelled. Er, hey, everyone now, contrary top popular belief, I have NOT just been fucking my cameraman right now, I-Stradlin-Rose Production 506 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Oh, for fucks sake, get on with it! Izzy Stradlin snapped from his position behind the camera. If were at least gonna make a Production out of this, and our 50th one at that, I kinda wanna STAY ALIVE long enough for it to be over!!!
Stop bitching, already! Axl waved a hand dismissively. I mean, sure, its pretty fucking frightening and all, but-
Stevens on the fucking loose, you douche! Izzy shrieked. His chest hair will kill us all! ITS MULTICOLOURED!!!!
Iz, calm down, I-SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITE!!!! Axl ran off out of the shot, screaming like a banshee. HE FOUND US!!! RUN FOR YOUR VIRGINITY!!!! AND YOUR LIFE,
Stradlin-Rose Production 97The front door of a high-priced hairdressing salon came into view. The logo of the salon was zoomed in on, then back out again.Stradlin-Rose Production 977 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Behind the camera, Axl Rose snorted. "Fuck, he really couldn't have picked a worse place than this...here's Stradlin/Rose Pruduction number 97. I'm Axl Rose, your cameraman. Where is the host, I hear you ask? Where is my partner in crime, and full-time lover, Izzy Stradlin? Fret not, dear viewers, for all will become clear in a matter of minutes..." Axl pushed open the door to the salon, and stepped inside.
"Hello, how can I help y-" Izzy Stradlin looked up from the front reception desk and widened his eyes in surprise. "What the fuck are you doing here? Are you making this into a Production?"
"Yup. I thought it was pretty cool."
"This is embarrassing..." Izzy ran a hand through his hair.
"Explain why you're here then, and lessen the embarrassment a bit."
"Okay, well, hello all, as you probably already know, I'm Izzy Stradlin. Following our last Production whe
Stradlin-Rose Production 78The camera came on, and Izzy Stradlins face was visible peering into the lens. I think its working again Stradlin-Rose Production 786 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Excellent. Axl Rose replied, moving the camera around. If that fucking cop had broke it when he chucked us in here, I would have opened a can of whoopass on his ass!
Oh yes, and THAT doesnt sound like a line from The Fresh Prince of Bel Air
Hey! Dont mess with the Banks, bitches!
Izzy sighed and slid down against the wall of the jail cell. Axl, stop talking like a 1980s black person or Ill kill myself right now.
I bet you dont have the balls to do it, metaphorically AND literally speaking.
Watch me. Izzy turned to the wall and began hitting his head off it repeatedly. And-Im-go-nna-ig-nore-the-comment-you-made-a-bout-my-gen-der-just-there. He said in between whacking his head.
Oh well, while Izzys busy commiting
Chocolate Buttons"Chocolate buttons, la la la, how chocolatey they are, doo-bee-doo, I love them so, la di da!" Axl Rose sang out cheerfully, skipping through the door of the large apartment with a bag of Cadbury's chocolate buttons.Chocolate Buttons7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Chocolate buttons, oh chocolate buttons, I love them sooooooooo!" he finished, striking a pose and holding the buttons up high.
"Axl? What're you singing about now?" Izzy Stradlin appeared from the kitchen, long black hair tied back from his face in a black bandanna and his big, dark grey eyes hidden behind a pair of FCUK designer glasses.
"Buttons, Izzy! Chocolate buttons!" Axl turned to Izzy, dark blue eyes shining in childish happiness. "The almighty buttons!"
Izzy smiled warmly at Axl's expression. "Where's the rest of the guys? All out?"
Axl nodded quickly, throwing his long red hair around. "Yup! They're at a press conference for...something!"
"If you say so..." Izzy shook his head. "Can I have a button then?"
"No!" Axl clutched the buttons close to his chest. "MY b
Stradlin-Rose Production 98The camera was brought into focus, and a library was seen. The place was silent, except for people whispering to each other.Stradlin-Rose Production 987 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"God, what a fucking dive." Izzy Stradlin commented loudly behind the camera. "This is really the asshole of the town."
"It's a library, Iz." Axl Rose came into the shot. "They're all fucking dives."
"You shouldn't be saying that about your workplace, you know."
"Well, I didn't want to work here! Alan was the one who bribed the librarians into giving me the job, since I couldn't be fucked going to look for one myself."
"And you called me lazy? At least I tried to get a job!" Izzy replied. "How long have you been working here so far?"
"Umm...an hour and a half-ish. Introduce us, we need to officially start the Production."
"Fine. This is Stradlin/Rose Production number 98. I'm Izzy Stradlin, your cameraman." Izzy stuck his hand in front of the camera and gave a thumbs-up.
"And I'm your host, Axl Rose!" Axl jumped up and down.
"Now, it's your turn to give our viewe