#modern!axl

[ovlxo]

Modern Axl x Reader Part 1

So I've never written anything before, long time reader but I just can't get a modern Axl scene out of my head, so here's part one, if this proves to be a success I will post a second part.

Warnings: Smut, Mature content, Minors DNI

You’ve just arrived home after a few weeks out in Paris, modelling. You pull your car into the drive and Axl opens the door, your stomach fills with butterflies as he walks towards the car. 

“Baby! I missed you so much” you get out the car as quickly as you can and run to meet him. He picks you up and spins you around, your legs resting on his hips as his eyes meet yours. 

“Not nearly as much as I missed you, sugar” his lips meet yours and the two of you enter into the deepest kiss. You inhale the scent of his cologne, leather and tobacco. 

“I’ve got so much to show you! I was thinking we could have a little fashion show of our own?” Still in his arms, you gesture towards the pile of bags in your car. 

“Absolutely baby, but first, I need to show my girl how much I really missed her”. 

He carries you into the house, tongues entwined almost the whole way to the lounge, he lays you down on the sofa, reaching for the waistband of your denim shorts. 

“Axl! Let me shower, I’ve been on the plane for hours!” You exclaimed, holding his hands to pause his adventure. 

“Like I care, I wanna taste my baby doll, now.” He gives you a stern, seductive look, pinning your arms to the sofa and reaching for the top button of your shorts. Trailing kisses down your stomach, his hands travel up your white, satin vest top, feeling that you’re not wearing a bra he teases your nipple bar whilst rubbing the outside of your red, lace thong. 

“Mmm you feel so good baby”. Axl hums as he presses his nose to your thong, taking a deep inhale before ripping the fabric from your body, burning your hips slightly, quickly fixed as his tongue plunges inside you. You reward him with an involuntary moan as your hips jut towards his mouth. Sucking and licking your clit alternately, his hand moves quickly from your nipple to your now dripping pussy. 

“Axl… please” you moan, finding your fingers entangled in his red locks. 

“Tell me what you want, baby girl.” He almost growls as he continues his perfect assault on you. 

“Y-your fingers. Please… Ax-ahhh” before you’ve even finished your sentence, two fingers plunge deep inside of you, feeling his rings pressing on the edge of your entrance. You feel his fingers teasing your G-spot as he continues to suck on your clit. You feel your muscles clenching around his fingers, and fireworks brewing in your tummy. 

“You… taste… so… good…” Axl growls between licks as he senses your climax and increases the pressure of his fingers. 

“Oh my God! Ax, I’m gonna c-“ overwhelmed with pleasure you feel yourself completely let go, your orgasm saturating Axl’s tongue as you explode. Your body entering a stage of both complete numbness and overwhelming ecstasy. You lay on the couch, completely relaxed, exhausted and unable to see completely straight. You're brought back to reality slowly as Axl climbs on top of you, kissing your lips softly and brushing your hair out of your face. 

“I love you so much, (Y/N) Rose.” His deep voice runs all the way through your body as you return his kiss, shaking away the spots in front of your vision. 

“I love you too, Axl Rose.” A hazy grin splits your face as your hand gets lost in his hair once more.

“So, you said something about a fashion show? I’m hoping there’s some French lace in those cases.” Axl motions to the car as he sits both of you up on the sofa.

“Plenty, my love. I thought about you every day.” Stroking your hand down his face with your legs thrown over his lap. 

“And I, you. I’m so happy you’re finally home” He runs his fingers down your thighs and you suddenly feel fur rub against your feet. 

“I think somebody else missed me too.” Leaning up your tickle Dijon under his silver tabby chin. “Hello Mr, has Daddy been taking care of you?” Dijon leans into your hand enjoying the petting and purring loudly in appreciation. 

“I’ve done my best sweetheart but we all just miss you too much, a man can only feel so loved with a just a couple of cats in bed.” Axl draws out the sentence as his hand trails towards your inner thigh, smiling down at Dijon. 

“I can’t tell you how happy I am to be home.” You feel a swell in your heart at Axl’s words as you lay back down on the couch enjoying your husbands magical touch. 

Eventually finding the strength to peel himself away from you, Axl heads outside to bring your suitcases inside. 

“You really don’t know how to pack light do you, baby.” Axl chuckles as he lifts your fourth suitcase through the door. 

“Most of those are gifts! I promise.” You hang on the of the doorframe in your husbands over-shirt feigning innocence at your large amounts of luggage. 

“As long as you’re wearing them, I’m happy.” Axl heaves your final cases over the threshold and locks the doors. 

“I did promise you a show.” His hands are around your waist, green eyes piercing your soul. You place a gentle kiss on his lips before his takes you into a deeper one, biting onto your bottom lip and squeezing your peachy cheeks. 

“I’m the luckiest man alive.” He whispers, pulling away from your lips, you don’t notice his hands have stopped squeezing until a hard smack meets both of your cheeks. Suppressing a moan by biting your lip, he pulls you closer, repeating the smack but harder this time. 

“I think I better slip into something a little sexier.” You growl as your thigh brushes your husbands rock hard mound. 

“I’ll meet you in the bedroom, sugar.” He gives your ass one last hard squeeze, leaving deep imprints, and the heat once again pools between your legs in anticipation. 

#axl rose smut #axlrose #modernaxlrose #smut #axlrosexreader #gunsnrosessmut #gnrsmut #modernaxlrosexreader #axl rose #modern axl rose x reader #axl rose x reader #guns n roses smut #axl rose rough #axl rose rough smut

[just-barrow]

Richard Fortus and Axl Rose in Glasgow (27 June 2023)

#this is the absolute cutest #modern day axl my beloved #guns n roses #axl rose #richard fortus

[slvshlvr]

Hi! I was wondering, if you could do some christmas fic with current Axl x reader, like they are spending the entire Christmas day together, cuddling, joking and generaly doing some sweet stuff, and they end up having sex, idk I think this would be cute

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬 // 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐱𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 <𝟑

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ! 🎀

Reader’s pov !

You were spending the day with your boyfriend axl, it was Christmas and you were first supposed to stay at home alone and watch movies but when you’re boyfriend asked you to come spend the day with him you couldn’t say no.

You had been shopping a little together and just cuddled in his couch watching movies.

You were laying on his chest watching home alone when he got up kissing your forehead. He walked away towards the kitchen and you sat up a little confused. He came back holding some gifts placing them on the table and kissing you.

“These are for you love” he says looking down at you and smiling. He knew you didn’t want him to get you anything, you didn’t need anything.

You looked at him a little upset but seeing him smile you couldn’t be mad.

“Don’t be upset” he said while sitting next to you hugging you and handing you present after present.

You had opened almost all of them except two, he had gotten you a purse and some makeup he knew you liked.

He handed you the second last gift watching you unwrap the present your mouth forming into a smile, he had gotten you a pair of matching underwear he knew you liked from Victoria secret. Reaching over you hugged him.

“You really bought these just for a you to get a better view though right?” You asked smiling and looking at him.

He nodded picking them up and putting them next to you “I know you like them” he says handing you the last present , a gift bag.

You smiles opening it taking the paper away from the top of the white Christmas looking gift bag just to reveal a toy. More specific a sex toy. You closed the bag and smiled gigging and looking at axl shaking your head.

“It was the one you wanted right?” He looks down at you grinning. You just nodded your head kissing him.

He kissed you back deeply before reaching his hands over to your hips and moving you up into his lap making you grind against his lap. Moving your face over to dig it into his neck you keep grinding on his lap knowing his jeans are getting tighter. You moan softly into his ear and that was all it took for him to lose control.

He lifted you up a little just to get enough space to pull his boxers and jeans down a little his already hard erection jolting out against his stomach. He kisses you and tugged at your dress “can I take this off?” He asks.

You smile nodding. Even though he knew the answer would be yes and even though you didn’t mind him just taking it off it was still nice to hear him ask.

He took your dress of smiling and caressing your body “you’re so beautiful” he says moving his hands over to your bra and unclipping it taking it off. He groaned his hands roaming over your now bare breasts and hard nipples.

He kissed you neck moving downwards kissing your breasts and licking around your nipples making you giggle. He spanked you his hand print burning on your ass cheek as he took your panties off rubbing the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Can I?”

You nod you head smiling. He layed you down on the couch and you wrapped your legs around his torso. You took a deep breathe while he thrusted himself inside you letting you adjust a little before he started moving.

Hip hips moving against your thrusting his cock in and out of you causing you both to moan and groan out loudly, his balls clapping against your ass.

He reached his head down kissing you and nibbling on your ear groaning your name while going faster.

Once he hears you let out a faint moan and whispering “harder” he didn’t even think twice. Groaning he grabbed your hips and thrusted into you harder.

He could feel his erection twitching inside you knowing his close he looks down at you and nods.

As he nods you know he’s giving you permission to come, not resisting you let go. Coming around him while he finishes inside you, filling you up.

He waits a little letting you both calm down before pulling our resting his forehead against your and kissing you.

He gets up getting a wet towel and drying himself off before getting between your legs cleaning you up. He reaches down and picks up his boxers putting them on you and putting his t shirt on you as-well. He smiles picking you up.

He walks upstairs with you laying you down into his bed before walking over to his closet and getting a pair of boxers for himself. He puts them on before climbing into bed next to you pulling you into his chest.

He kissed your head and looked down at you stroking your hair slowly before your exhaustion caught up with you, both of you falling asleep tangled in each others arms.

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 ! <𝟑

#axl gnr #axl rose #glam rock #guns n roses #hard rock #18+ only #axl rose fanfic #axl smut #smut #current axl rose smut #fanfic #spicy content #fluff #christmas #modern #axlrose #axlrose smut #current axl rose

[incorrect-guilty-gear]

Axl: Sol is right. Sometimes I don't listen.

Axl: That's what he said, right? That I don't listen?

#source: modern family #Incorrect Quotes #Axl Low #Video Games #Guilty Gear

[celebrityresidence]

Architectural Elegance Meets Rock Legend: A Glimpse into Axl Rose's Malibu Mansion

This captivating image showcases a segment of Axl Rose's iconic Malibu mansion, blending modern architectural design with the essence of rock 'n' roll. The photo reveals the mansion's grandeur and unique style, reflecting the personal journey and legacy of the Guns N' Roses frontman. Nestled in the serene landscapes of Malibu, this property is not just a luxurious residence but a symbol of Axl Rose's enduring influence in the music industry and his personal taste in sophisticated living. Visit: https://www.omnihomeideas.com/design/celebrity-homes/axl-rose-house-in-malibu/

#Axl Rose #Malibu Mansion #Guns N' Roses #Rockstar Home #Celebrity Residence #Architectural Design #Modern Luxury #Music Legend #Interior Design #Malibu #Rock 'n' Roll #Celebrity Lifestyle #Iconic Property #Luxury Estate

[axlsthighs]

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#trying to stay awake in this airport and my brain is just filling with scenarios of like a modern!Axl spoiling you like a sugar daddy #like first class and departure lounge #designer shops #only the best food #lord when will it be me

[junkyardromeo]

sorry but that dixie rock rap shit fucks . james thesis statement. also waylon james thesis statement but if waylon was 22 years old rb thats what he’d be makin too hashtag fuck that nashville sound make that shit dirty make that shit rough make that shit cynical n mean

#sorry. sorry. but this is. waylon to me this sis or waylon n im like th modern day 2024 waylon im him im that guy im like if waylon was #also axl rose #it complicated but that’s where we at kiss my ass idc #dixie forever kiss my goddam southern confederate ass #n that’s what it is #i don’t fucki n care #im drunk n i am so honest rn #south gonna rose again fuck all thsi s bullshit this is honest james #m beer drunk n the world is beautiful in true n by that i mean im in dixie n i’d never pray to be nowhere else #dixie beautiful n teue n it ain’t gonna che he #always dixie to me. dixie ain’t dead #slammed like 8 beer in an hour n its so beat tilt j tre #DIXIEEEEEE!!!!!!!! helllllll yea bc #dixie forever n ever n ever im never gonna be nothin more than a southern prettyboy with a guitar n that’s all good

[seat-safety-switch]

Glues! You might not be aware of it, but adhesives rule the world around you. No matter what two objects you want to stick together, some egghead in a chemistry lab has worked out an elaborate concoction that will do so. Now you just need to figure out which one it is, and also read some instructions for the first time in your life.

I've never liked glues, probably because of the aforementioned "read the instructions" thing. They either set too fast or not at all, and they make a sticky mess when you knock them over onto your precariously-balanced workbench full of other failed projects. For me, the correct fastener was a bolt, or a rivet, or if you put a gun to my head some kind of stupid finger-pinching clippy thing that would work twice and then break forever.

Nowadays, things are going in a different direction. Fasteners vibrate and come loose. Bolts would rather not stay bolted, if it's all the same to you, pip pip cheerio, sorry about your axle there chap. They also cost money, which bosses don't like. So, automakers and engineers use more glues. Glob goes here, then job goes here. This means that, whenever something else they make breaks, you're going to be spending all afternoon slowly heating up and forcing apart some sticky mess. As a cool bonus, it will also fill your work area with deadly fumes.

What finally turned me in favour of glue? The local autobody shop had to throw out a whole bunch of autobody epoxy. This stuff is hyper-sticky, meant to glue whole cars together. All I had to do was pour it into their dumpster, and then back my rusty shitbox of a daily driver in there. Sealed up all the rust holes, and probably permanently entombed some of the trunk mice in there as well. No more wet feet! No more poop in the glovebox!

Sure, when it comes time to change the rear tires, it's going to kinda suck to get them off the wheel. Hey, wait, when they pop a hole in them I can probably just fill them up with glue too! What idiot ever thought to put air in tires in the first place? Get with the modern era of industrial adhesives, suckers.

[azsazz]

Break Up in a Small Town

Modern!Cassian x Archeron Sister!Reader

Summary: Based off of the song Break Up in a Small Town by Sam Hunt: You and Cassian have broken up and everything in town reminds him of you. It's inevitable that he sees you around, and it's hard for him to be okay when he sees you with your new man.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, drinking.

Word Count: 4,489

Notes: Small town Cassian giving me life rn.

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Cassian knew he would see you around.

It’s hard not to see someone he knows every time he leaves his house—the town has less than a thousand people for fucks sake. There isn’t a day that goes by where someone doesn’t stop to talk to him while he’s putting gas in his beat-down Ford Bronco or chatting him up while he tries to pay for his food in the drive through. 

And normally, he welcomes it. He loves to shoot the shit with people he’s known since he was young. He’d run into Tarquin the other day at Walmart while he was picking up a rack of beer for tonight's party. He hadn’t seen the team captain of the high school football team since he’d heard Tarquin received a full scholarship to Ole Miss. He was the only one on their team to do so, though Cassian also had recruiters watching him at games. Thanks to a nasty red-flag tackle by Jurian which left his ACL torn during the championship game, they’d pulled their offers back quicker than a greased pig. Hybern High went all for nothing that year.

He still looked sheepish when Azriel’s mother had checked him out at the grocery store, even though he’s been of age for a few years now. Cassian’s cheeks flushed under her knowing look: she’d caught them more times than he could count when they were teenagers trying to find a way to sneak booze without her knowing.

The party is in full swing. Drinks are flowing and Kallias has taken over the speakers to play his mixtape. The bass is so heavy Cassian can hardly hear the words, but Vivianne’s vocals are grating, pitched too high and not on key with the rest of the notes. He shares a look with Azriel, who cringes, but clinks his beer against Cassian’s before throwing the whole can back.

Cassian follows suit, downing the cheap beer like it’s his job. It’s not his occupation, no, that would be working on cars down at Bryaxis’ Axles, but it’s pretty much his secondary one. He trails Azriel into the kitchen, wading through people gyrating on the makeshift dance floor. They round the counter laden with alcohol—tequila, empty fruity vodka shots that Mor has forced him to take with her, and some concoction of juices and multiple alcohols that nearly burned off his nose hairs when he smelt it—and make way for the fridge where he’d stuffed his beer. It better still be in there or there will be hell to pay.

“When’s Rhys coming down again?” Cassian asks, taking the beer from Azriel as he rises. He tries not to let his fingers brush his quiet friends. They’re marred and Azriel doesn't like when attention of any kind is brought to them, even though Cassian and Rhysand had never held it against him.

A house fire was the rumor around town. But Azriel had only set it straight with him and Rhys at a sleepover one night, when it was going on four in the morning and they were sleep deprived and drunk off their first beers. Maybe Azriel had thought they wouldn’t remember the next day, but there was no way Cassian could forget that his step brothers had taken the lighter fluid form the garage and set his hands ablaze because of their sadistic tendencies.

Azriel’s mother had taken him and moved as far as she could with the money she was saving up, but they’d only made it a few towns over, and Cassian is thankful. Azriel’s father had never shown his face in the years he’s lived here.

“No idea,” Azriel responds, stepping aside to let Thesean into the fridge. The fucker dips his hand right into Cassian’s box of beer, pulling one out before diving in for a second. Cassian grits his teeth but when the other man straightens he notices how glazed over his eyes are, and Cassian knows his threats won’t land. “You know he’s got that internship up in New York.”

Right, while Cassian could only afford to go to their local college, Rhysand’s parents sent him to the most expensive one they could buy him into. And Azriel’s had a job since he was a teenager, when hacking into cameras around town for fun turned into something that made serious money. He bought his mother a house and everything, even offered a room to Cassian, but Cassian wants to make his own way, even if he is living in a run down apartment across town. It’s his, and he worked hard for it.

“Shit, you’re right,” Cassian sighs. It turns into a full on glare when the backdoor shoves open and Balthazar stumbles through, arm wrapped around Emerie for support. The man’s eyes light up at the sight of him and Azriel, while Emerie parts with a sour look in his direction, slinking off into the living room.

“What’s up?” Balthazar slurs, leaning heavily against the counter. He looks like he might slide right off of it, but neither he nor Azriel do anything about it.

“Hey, Balth,” Az greets, popping the top of his beer so he has something to do. They’ll be trapped with the talkative man if they don’t think of an excuse to leave soon. 

Balthazar’s eyes light up at the sound of the can cracking open, but neither of the men before him offer to get him one. No matter for him, he pulls a joint from the pocket of his jeans and a bat shaped lighter from the other, flicking it to life and setting the tip ablaze.

“You guys hear Feyre might be pregnant?” He says through a deep inhale of smoke. Cassian shares a look with Azriel, who never seems affected by any of the small town gossip. He never seems affected by anything, really.

His heart skips at the thought of Feyre. Not because of her and whoever the father of this maybe child might be, but because he’s reminded of you, her sister, the girl he’d lost. Gods, did Cassian fuck up royally when it came to you. 

He takes the bait. Anything to get his mind off of you. “No fucking way.”

Balthazar smiles smug, holding the joint out their way. Cassian declines with a wave of his beer, but Azriel takes a hit, obviously uncomfortable with how crowded and rowdy the party has become.

“Yup. Apparently it was a one night stand with ‘the most beautiful man she’s ever seen,’” he bats his eyes like a simpering girl, voice pitched high in his best impression of the youngest Archeron sister.

Azriel answers through a puff of thick smoke, his voice already scratchy with it. “But isn’t she with—”

“Tam? Yeah, man, I thought so too.” 

Cassian sighs, looking at his beercan. It’s full, so there’s no excuse for him to turn away and grab another. He’s wracking his mind for anything he can use as an excuse to escape the conversation, his night gone sour now that his mind is on you. It likely will be for the rest of the night too, and he’d rather sit on his futon and wallow by himself than to stay at this party.

“Speaking of Archerons,” Balthazar says, taking the joint back from Azriel. “How are you and—”

Fuck it, Cassian thinks, because Balthazar is totally drunk enough not to notice his full beer. “I think I need another drink,” he states, and Azriel glares as he abandons him with Balthazar. That man can gossip for hours, and luckily, silent old Azriel is the perfect listener.

“Isn’t the fridge right behind you?” he hears Balthazar ask Azriel as he retreats, but he doesn’t care. He shoves his beer onto the counter as he makes his way towards the front of the house where his Bronco’s parked.

He hasn’t had that much to drink yet, not even a slight buzz has kicked in, or it’s been dulled from Balthazar's painful topic of gossip. Cassian slips through the crowd as easily as a six foot five man can, girls trying to lure him onto the dance floor and guys clapping him on the back, rallying him for the next game of beer pong. 

Cassain politely declines, reaching for the knob just as it pushes open and his heart stops. 

It’s you. 

His breath is forced from his chest by your beauty. You look amazing as always, hair done up to perfection and eyes alight with the shots you’d taken for confidence, a part of you knowing that you might see him here tonight. You’re laughing with Elain and Feyre who cling to your sides, and Nesta brings the Archeron clan to a close. Your steps falter and grin drops when you meet Cassian’s eyes.

Your mouth parts as if to say something, but Nesta’s interrupting and shoving you inside with a grumble and a curse spat Cassian’s way. His heart shatters again as he watches you walk deeper into the living room without a glance back at him.

He clenches his jaw and steps out into the cool night.

⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅

You haunt him.

It’s a week later and Cassian hasn’t stopped thinking about you. How…good you looked, glowing and laughing whole-heartedly with your sisters when he’s hardly been able to even get out of bed. You’re still burrowed too deep in his heart. Your eyes, your nose, your lips, your hands, your—

He knows you haven't left town, but it feels like you have, with the way you’re avoiding each other. And you seem to be a professional at it, since it's been almost two months since the night you left him. He was a fool to let you go, not fight for you the way you surely wanted because he had accepted failure all too easily. You had made more than one good point. Cassian can’t be what you need.

Cassian hadn’t seen you at the football game tonight. The Velaris Stars had made it to the championship game of the season and everyone in town had come out for it, as the only exciting event for all to enjoy.

He’d gone with Azriel, of course, and even Rhysand had responded to his video of the winning touchdown. The popcorn had been fresh and the air was jovial, the night ending on a high note. The team is going to state.

Fiddling with the stations on his radio at the red light, he doesn’t realize that you’ve pulled up next to him until your giggles filter through the cracked window of your car and his heart stops. He thinks he hears you sometimes, telling him to knock it off when he’s had one too many beers or makes an ill-timed joke. The height differences in your small car compared to his tall one make it difficult to look, but he sits straighter and cranes his neck to see out the passenger window, and yep. It’s definitely you.

In your white Nissan he knows better than his own car. That thing is always breaking down. His heart pinches in his chest when he’s reminded of the time you’d taken it out into the fields to go stargazing. It wouldn’t start and your phones had died. Instead of walking ten miles back to town, you’d asked him to stay up with you all night under the stars, laughing and kissing like it was your last night on Earth.

Cassian wonders who's working on your car now that you’re no longer together.

He doesn’t know why you’re laughing, but he revels in the sound of it even though he feels like shit because he’s not the one making those noises coming from your mouth. Cassian wears a soft smile, thinking about all of the good times you’ve shared, until he notices the hand on your thigh.

The smile falls right off of his face.

His knuckles turn white from how hard he grips the steering wheel. The bright red of the streetlight pours into your car but he can’t see the passengers face, all he knows is that’s a man's hand holding your leg and soothing over it with his thumb. His teeth grind. 

You refuse to look his way. Surely, you must know that you’ve pulled up beside him at this Godforsaken light that for some reason will not turn the fuck green. No, they want him to sit here and see what he’s lost, how happy you are with someone new.

And when the light finally changes he can’t seem to move. He sees your fleeting smile as you take off and he’s left reading that silly bumper sticker Nesta had slapped on the back bumper when she was the one who owned the car, the ‘honk if you like reading smut’ in thick, bold letters laughing at him in the face.

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The worst part about this breakup is, everywhere he goes reminds him of you.

You used to hang out with the same group of people but since the breakup happened Cassian didn’t want any of them to be stuck in the betweens of your fucked up relationship. He couldn’t even suggest trying to be friends because the thought of that alone made him want to throw up. He could never be friends with you, he doesn’t want to, because knowing you in the way that he did and not being able to touch you and hold you and fuck you like he did was much too painful. He kept Azriel in the breakup and let you have everyone else.

When he goes to the McDonald’s for lunch he sees the booth you’d spent almost two hours in, wrappers from ice cream cone strewn about the table because you asked shyly if he would judge you if you went back for a second cone and he grinned mischievously and asked if you wanted to bet on who could down more ice cream. He won, of course, but it had been a valiant effort from you nonetheless.

When he went to the library to return the book he hadn’t even cracked the spine of. He thought reading would help take his mind off of the breakup but Cassian didn’t have the energy. Gwyn was at the front desk, glaring up at him as he slid the book across the counter for her to return. The workspace was filled with art supplies, a post-it note with Feyre and your names scrawled on it and he remembered that the both of you host a arts and crafts day for the children in town once a month. Gwyn had caught his eye and shooed him away. Nesta would have been proud of the shy girl.

When he drives down the country curves, avoiding the crossroads to your house completely. All of the places he’d haphazardly pulled over when you were searching for a place to have sex. But there’s no privacy in these small towns so the back of his Bronco would have to do. It was spacious, but never the place he really wanted to take you in. He wanted to give you a proper bed and worship you like you deserved. If you’d only given him a few more years he would have his own place, though you merit a plush, large bed instead of his paper thin futon.

Cassian stops into Alice’s cafe. It’s fairly early in the morning, but the place is still packed because it’s one of the only restaurants in town. Somethings off about him today, though, and maybe it’s because his mind hasn’t stopped working overtime, trying to figure out who was in that car with you.

Why hadn’t he been driving? Did you want to drive or was he so pretentious that he wouldn’t take you around town? Does he even have a car? He can’t stop overanalyzing the situation and he’s sleep deprived. All he wants is a fucking coffee and the town doesn’t even have a Starbucks yet, so he has to park his car in the overflow lot and go inside. He doesn’t want to be bothered, but the cafe is crawling with townies, so it’s inevitable he’ll see someone he knows.

He doesn’t expect it to be you. 

It’s not like you’re sitting in any of the booths that line his path to the ordering counter. His eyes seem to gravitate towards you no matter where you are, and your playful flirting is unmistakable. He knows, he’s been happily on the other side of that banter before.

Cassian’s gaze locks on you first. You look perfect, unfazed by anything happening in the loud cafe around you. Dishes clang together as the waitress gathers them. It’s Cerridwen, and her twin Naula is manning the espresso machine, Cassian notices when the waitress nods her direction, letting you know that your latte will only be a few more minutes.

“Take your time,” you reassure, eyes sparkling as they move back across the table. Cassian wishes that Cerridwen would move out of the way so he can see who you’re smiling at. “I’m in no rush.”

And then she steps away and his world comes screeching to a halt.

He knows who was in that car with you because he’s sitting across from you right now, a fox-like smile on his face.

Eris Vanserra.

The most pretentious of the Vanserras, if Cassian does say so himself. They’ve never gotten along, mostly due to the fact that Eris is a raging, rich, dick and he’s from the boonies. The Vanserra’s are some of the wealthiest folk in town, their father, Beron, a successful farmer. They own half of the land in this town and then some.

He knows that Eris can take care of you, money wise, but does the asshole please you in bed? He looks like he’s all take and not give. He knows that Eris has a working car, a nice one too, so he doesn’t understand why you were driving him around that night, but it doesn’t seem to matter at the moment when all of the thoughts racing through his head incinerate with his anger.

Cassian’s fingers curl into fists.

Of course it’s Eris. Of. Fucking. Course. It. Is. It couldn’t have been anyone else? Not Bron or Hart or even Lucien? The nicest of the Vanserras? Cassian knows he’s been in a steady relationship with Elain since they were in middle school, but still. Isn’t it weird to be dating the brother of your sister's boyfriend? Cassian sure as fuck thinks so.

This is utterly ridiculous and he’s raging. He needs to get out of here before he picks up your latte and brings it over to you, shoving Eris further into the booth so he can slam his hands down on that table and yell, “Why him?”

Cassian abandons the idea of getting coffee and spins on his heel, ignoring some of the people who try to greet him, leaving the cafe as quickly as he can. 

⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅

“You knew?” he asks into the phone. The bite of pizza in his mouth turns to sludge and he feels betrayed, but he’ll let Azriel explain because surely his best friend hasn’t kept the fact that you’re seeing one of the Vanserra’s a secret from him. 

Azriel shrugs, and something shuffles across the line. “I uh, I’ve been talking to Gwyn.”

Ah. So he’s finally trying to make a move on the fiery redhead from the library. He’s proud of Azriel on the inside, but it doesn’t reflect in his tone because he’s hurt by the subdued man’s actions.

“And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“You never want to talk about her!” Cassian’s dumbstruck. He’s never heard Azriel so loud, irked by his sad nature. His mouth parts even though he doesn’t know how to respond but that’s more than okay because Azriel’s not finished yet. “It’s been months, Cass. You can’t expect her to wallow in sadness for the rest of her life.” And, ouch. That one felt like a direct shot at him. “She was bound to move on at some point and Eris treats her well enough, if that’s what you’re wondering.” It wasn’t, and that just stings more. 

Cassian’s reply is quiet, throat tight. “I’ve got to go.”

Azriel sighs down the line, sensing he’s fucked up. “Cass—”

“No, it’s cool, Az. I’ve just got shit to do. I’ll talk to you later.” He hangs up on Azriel’s protest, making a face at the half eaten slice of pizza in his hand. Cassian tosses it back into the box and sits further back in his chair, running his fingers through his almost too-long hair.

Fuck. He can’t sit around and think about you and Eris together or he’ll actually go nuts. With a grunt he stands, swiping his keys from the bowl by the door. He has to work out his frustrations, and there’s only one thing that can help him with that.

He’ll go to work.

⋅���∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱

“Cass?” Helion calls, “What are you doing here?” 

“Just need to work off some frustration,” Cassian says, cringing at the hard edge to his voice. He flings his keys on the top of the tool box before slipping into his grease-stained shirt. He shoves his finger into the button to raise his car on the lift, snagging his safety-goggles from the shelf and sliding them on. 

Helion appears, sliding back into the open doorway of his office, a teasing grin on his face. “You know, when I was your age, working off frustration meant—”

“Now’s really not the best time, Helion,” Cassian responds, taking his quarter inch wrench and walking beneath his car, examining the underside. He knows exactly what needs to be done, all of the parts that he can’t afford on his meager wages means that he has to purchase them slowly, one at a time, and it’s likely that the new parts will be worn in and rusted by the time he even comes close to finishing this project.

Fucking small towns.

“Girl troubles?”

Cassian shoots him a sour look that only makes the older man laugh. “Isn’t it always?”

“When I was young,” Helion starts again and Cassian rolls his eyes. The owner of the mechanics shop always starts his stories with variations of ‘When I was your age’ or ‘when I was young.’ It’s annoyingly endearing at the best of times, but right now, it’s down right infuriating, especially since Cassian wants to be alone. “I had a girl too. She was everything to me, and I had plans to marry her.” The older man's tone goes soft, longing, and Cassian pauses his work to look over. “A pretty thing, long, amber hair and all soft smiles…”

“What happened?” Cassian asks, but is weary, already sensing how this story might end.

Helion shrugs, as if after all of this time it doesn’t bother him. Clearly, it's not the case and Cassain wonders if this is his destiny, to end up like Helion, alone and longing for the woman he’s lost. His heart aches.

“She got away,” his boss answers sadly, eyes dull. “I couldn’t be who she wanted me to be, so she left me. Found herself someone better off than me.” Cassian wonders who it could be. Helion was born in this town and never left, never wanted to, but he’s not sure if it’s because the woman he is still so clearly in love with is here and he’s waiting for his chance to be with her, or if it’s because the man has nowhere else to go. 

“Sounds similar to what I’m going through right now,” Cassian sighs, shoving his goggles up on his head. He’s clearly not going to get any work done, so he slumps into the extra chair by Helion's desk, a frown on his face. “Helion? Is there something you would do differently?”

The older man sighs, assessing him deeply. It makes Cassian shift uncomfortably in his seat. 

And when he speaks, it’s exactly what Cassian needs to hear. “I would’ve gotten the hell out of dodge, had I been smart.”

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The drink he had at Rita’s hadn’t been a good idea. His stomach is in knots, and the alcohol hadn’t helped loosen them in the slightest.

Is he really going to do this? 

He had the entire night to think about his plans, his future. Had Helion been honest when he said that he should’ve left town to avoid the heartbreak that plagued him? Could skipping out actually help mend his aching heart?

It might be worth a shot.

Cassian’s backpack is light, stuffed with only the necessities. He’d called Rhys on his drive back to his apartment, and he’d offered him the second bedroom at his apartment for the summer if the Bronco could make it all the way up to New York. 

It would be a change, a big one that makes his heart pound in his chest to even consider, but if fleeing town like a coward will help him heal from the breakup, it might be worth the shot. 

He decides that he has enough money to make it to New York, and he’ll call Azriel when he gets there, or when he’s on the road and bored of seeing only the highway. He knows Az will be hurt, upset that he didn’t tell him in person, but he’s still mad at the quiet man for keeping your relationship with Eris a secret.

Azriel was being a good friend to you, that Cassian knows, but it still hurts. It hurts to think about Azriel hanging out with you and your sisters and their boyfriends, how he might even actually get along with Eris somehow. The thought of being friends with Eris Vanserra has always been foreign to Cassain.

He takes a last look around his apartment. Azriel will send down the rest of his stuff later, he knows it. His lease ends soon anyway, so if he’s going to leave town, now is the perfect time.

There isn’t anything in this apartment he’ll miss. He’d thrown away the things he kept from your relationship in a fit of rage when he found out about you and Eris. He’d regretted it immediately after.

Cassian loses a breath. A fresh start in a completely different state. This is what he needs.

He shuts off the lights and turns the knob one last time before stepping into the new chapter of his life. New York, here I come.

The streetlight spills through the open crack, illuminating the figure on the other side, hand poised to knock. 

Cassian stills, hand so tight on the knob he thinks it might warp, the sight of you in his doorway a shocking surprise.

You’re twisting your fingers together nervously, shifting on your feet like you’re not sure what you’re doing here at all.

“Hey, Cass…”

#cassian acotar #cassian x reader #cassian #acotar #acomaf #acowar #modern!cassian #azsazz

[gremlintheslut]

Kinktober list

If you think the list needs changing then put your suggestion in the comments or in my ask box. Once the vote it over the list will not be changeable.

Sorry guys I'm not gonna be writer anything for wrestling anymore I have no motivation to write anything for WWE at all as I lost interest in wrestling a while ago. There will be replacement posts made I'll post the new list once I have written them.

The order of these will probably change too

Day 7 body worship and group sex Nikki sixx, tommy lee and Vince Neil (80s)

Day 8 marking/ biting and breath play Axl rose

Day 9 orgasm denial and toys Slash

Day 10 69 and boot worship Izzy stradlin

Day 11 hate sex power switch Axl rose

Day 12 dry humping and public sex Duff Mckagan

Day 13 object insertion and sexting modern slash

Day 14 face sitting/fucking and degradation Steven Adler

Day 15 forced feminization and jealousy Axl rose

Day 16 overstimulation and breeding Duff Mckagan

Day 17 water sports and femdom Steven Adler

Day 18 impact play Axl rose

Day 19 stupification Slash

Day 20 pet play masterbation Vince Niel

Day 21 dirty talk and tender sex Izzy stradlin

Day 22 suit and uniform Axl and his police hat

Day 23 masked Duff Mckagan in a scream mask

Day 24 remote control toy and public Izzy stradlin

Day 25 guided masterbation Steven Adler

Day 26 oral fixation Vince Neil

Day 27 camera Nikki sixx

Day 28 aphrodisiac and overstimulation Tommy lee

Day 29 voyeurism and sensory depravation tommy lee and Nikki sixx

Day 30 mile high tommy lee

Day 31 new toys Slash

#kinktober #kinktober list #nikki sixx smut #tommy lee smut #vince Neil smut #axl rose smut #slash gnr smut #slash smut #duff Mckagan smut #izzy stradlin smut #steven adler smut #guns n roses smut #motley crue smut

[barbariankingdom]

Steam locomotive wheel castings are heavy and expensive and generally unique to that class of locomotive, so instead of changing out an entire axle, like modern diesels-electric locomotives. Steam locomotives have tires, or steel loading surfaces which contact the rail. These wear out over time and are replaceable without having to scrap the entire wheel. The process for replacing these tires is called sweating, which takes advantage of the expansion of metal as it is heated. Shown above is the heating element connected to heat the tire for its removal off the wheel center.

This is a 63 inch diameter driving wheel for Southern Railway 2-8-2, 4501, being restored back to operation in Chattanooga Tennessee, at the Tennessee Valley Railroad Museum.

[ovlxo]

Axl Rose Favourites

A Favor by @axlsangel

Bad Mood by @duffslut

Bandanna by @axl-rose-lover-1987

Breeding Massage by @duffslut

bump and grind by @skinomyteethh

Don't ask twice by @duffslut

Golden Brown by @ovlxo

Hangers Down by @slxyangel

It's So Easy by @lost-in-the-80s

Let me do It for you by @duffslut

Lick me like a candy by @duffslut

Middle of nowhere by @duffslut

Modern Axl Rose x Reader Part 1 by @ovlxo

Modern Axl Rose x Reader Part 2 by @ovlxo

Modern Axl Rose x Reader Part 3 by @ovlxo

Morning Sex by @oldschoolimagineblog

My little girl by @vaginalsauce

Need You by @niksixx

NSFW Alphabet by @tobybestupid

Oblivious by @rockthingsbymeg

Sharing the bed by @duffslut

Sleepy eyes by @vaginalsauce

Smokey kisses by @vaginalsauce

Smoking Kills by @axlrosebaby

Still mad? by @duffslut

Stressful Times by @lost-in-the-80s

Stuck in quarantine by @oldschoolimagineblog

The prettiest by @vaginalsauce

Touch me! by @duffslut

You better obey me by @duffslut

“You Don’t Really Hate Me” by @axl-rose-lover-1987

1982 by @lost-in-the-80s

#axl rose #axl rose smut #axl rose x reader #guns n roses #guns n roses smut #gnr #axl rose imagines

[just-barrow]

(x)

#axl rose #duff mckagan #guns n roses #modern day axl my beloved #back on my old man axl bullshit #so bummed i can't attend this tour #but i am thoroughly enjoying all the videos and pics #god he looks hot

[sparkarrestor]

Bulleid's Proposed Locomotives

So it turns out Bulleid had so many of his designs dropped for one reason or another, and since I can't stick with a single project for more than a few seconds, I wrote up histories for all of them!

Enjoy the ramblings of a madman who spent a good long while finding free number slots for them.

Southern Railway Warship Class

The Southern Railway was the most financially successful of the "Big Four", but this was largely based on investment in suburban and main line electrification. After the successful introduction of the SR Schools class in 1930, the railway had lagged behind the others in terms of modernizing its aging fleet of steam locomotives, as they were more focused on Electrification. Following the retirement of the general manager of the Southern Railway Sir Herbert Walker and Richard Maunsell the Chief Mechanical Engineer (CME) in 1937, their successors considered that the time had come to change this situation. In March 1938 the new general manager Gilbert Szlumper authorized Oliver Bulleid, Maunsell's replacement, to prepare designs for twenty express passenger locomotives. The deteriorating international situation prior to the Second World War was an additional factor in this decision.

Originally, Bulleid had wanted a 4-8-2 Mountain Type, but the Civil Engineering department had resisted this based on size and weight, so a 2-8-2 was chosen instead. Bulleid had worked with Gresley on his P2 2-8-2 express engines, so he already had some background knowledge, especially with the P2’s problems and ideas on how to solve them. Of course, due to the war, they were classified as heavy mixed-traffic engines to get around wartime regulations.

They were built with high-pressure 280 PSI boilers and three 18inx26in cylinders, as well as being the first engines to use Bulleid’s chain-driven valve gear, though the middle cylinder had to be inclined steeply to clear the first driven axle. The boiler was partly welded to save on cost, and the inner firebox was made of steel. The Southern had no facilities to build these boilers, so it was subcontracted to the North British Locomotive Co., as well as Beyer Peacock. They were also fitted with Bulleid’s Air-Smooth Casing. Unlike later designs that utilized this, the casing on the Warships both served their function purpose as labor saving as well as being able to be passed off as some sort of streamlining. How Bulleid got that one through during the war is a mystery! The Warship’s were also the first to use Bulleid’s Firth-Brown Wheels.

10 of these engines were constructed in 1940. More were set to be produced, but once again, the Civil Engineering Department expressed their discomfort at such a large engine running at high speeds with only a single pony-truck in front, despite other engines of a similar design getting on fine elsewhere. This would lead Bulleid to designing and building 30 of his well-known Merchant Navy Class 4-6-2s. 

They were named after Warships as a way to increase morale, with 11D1 being officially named “Dreadnought” in April 1940. They performed well in service, hauling heavy passenger and express goods, though the Chain-Driven valve gear was sensitive and required high maintenance, as well as the oil-bath having leaking problems, contributing to wheel-slips(Though the extra wheel helped negate this as well). The casing, while it did save on labor during cleaning, and the more streamlined appearance helped with publicity, it made maintenance hard to carry out. Surprisingly, thanks to their different front ends, they never really experienced drifting smoke like Bulleid’s Pacifics.

All 10 of the engines would be passed into British Railways, numbered 37001-37010, where their duties mostly stayed the same. 11D8 “Black Charles'' took part in the 1948 locomotive exchange trials, where it was compared to LMS Duchess pacifics and LNER A4’s and A2/2s, where it performed favorably, though the chain driven valve gear and its oil bath still caused headaches. After the Crewkerne incident, BR chose a rebuilding program of any engines that still used Bulleid’s Chain Driven motion, however, as the Warships had required far less modifications that the Pacifics, they were on the bottom of the list in the rebuilding program. In the end, only 37003 “Triumph”, 37009 “Warspite”, and 37010 “Exeter” were rebuilt in 1956, 1957, and 1959.

Despite their status as a class with very few engines, all ten would survive until the end of southern steam, going between 1965-1966.

Two are preserved, both being rescued from Barry Scrapyard in Wales. These examples are Class Pioneer 11D1 “Dreadnought”, as well as 11D3 “Triumph”.

Stats

Power Classification - 8MT

Built - 1940 to 1941

Boiler Pressure - 280 PSI

Cylinders (3) - 18in x 26in

Wheels (Driven) - 6ft 2in

Wheels (Leading) - 3ft 1in

Wheels (Trailing) - 3ft 7in

Wheels (Tender) 3ft 7in

Tractive Effort - 40,640 lbf

Total Length - 74ft 8in

Fleet

11D1 (37001) - Dreadnought

11D2 (37002) - Anson

11D3 (37003) - Triumph

11D4 (37004) - Vanguard

11D5 (37005) - Ark Royal

11D6 (37006) - Audacity 

11D7 (37007) - Valiant

11D8 (37008) - Black Charles

11D9 (37009) - Warspite

11D10 (37010) - Exeter

Southern Railway Prototype Light Pacific

(Pic by Sttophat on twitter)

     In 1941, Bulleid had introduced his Warship Mikado's and Merchant Navy Pacific's to become the main motive power for the Southern Railway’s Express passenger trains, though while they performed well, they were restricted by their weight, especially since the condition of the rails were hampered by the Second World War. Initially, trains on the lighter sections were handled by the Q1 0-6-0 freight engines and other, older engines, but they couldn’t handle the faster trains that were anticipated after the war. There was also the planned electrification of certain areas after the war, so the new design also needed to handle freight traffic as well, fast enough to not impede electric services.

     What was decided on in the end was a downsized version of the Merchant Navy’s, fitted with the same design theory of the Q1’s to create a “Light Pacific”. The Locomotive was completed in 1942 alongside the Q1’s, and was trialed for a short time before entering service. It was deemed a success, and numbered 21C201. It was powerful enough to handle fast, heavy trains, as well as having an extremely light axle loading for a pacific at 16.5 Tons, enabling it to be used on almost every part of the UK Network as a whole. However, Bulleid decided to go with a different approach, creating simply a downsized Merchant Navy with no Q1 elements. This would increase the axle load, though this wasn’t much of an issue, as the Battle of Britain and West Country Class Light Pacifics still had a high enough route availability for the work they were assigned. Thus, the “Q1 Light Pacific'' would remain a one-off.

     During the war, No.21C201 would actually travel a fair amount, and would regularly venture out of Southern territory, its light axle-load coming in handy. After the war however, it would mostly stay in the South. Performance-wise, it seemed to inherit all of the good qualities from the Q1’s and the pacific’s. The light-weight was already a plus, coupled with a great, free-steaming boiler and additions that made the driver and fireman’s life easier. However, it also inherited the bad aspects as well. The chain-driven valve gear was a well-known headache on bulleid locomotives, but there was also the issue that its light-weight caused. The regular Light Pacifics had trouble starting heavy trains thanks to their weight, but No.21C201 had it worse, especially with the well-known issues with the oil bath the valve gear was situated in. The light weight would also affect braking power as well, making unfitted trains harder to stop, a trait inherited from the Q1’s.

     No.21C201 (Now Renumbered 34000) was not considered for rebuilding like the other Bulleid Pacifics due to its one-off status. It would be given a general repair in 1960 before spending the rest of its life at Nine-Elms, mainly working express and semi-fast goods trains and the occasional passenger turn during peak period and summer excursions. It was withdrawn from service in 1966 and broken up at Eastleigh. 

Stats

Power Classification - 6MT

Built - 1942

Wheels (Driven) - 6ft 2in

Wheels (Leading) 3ft 1in

Wheels (Trailing) - 3ft 7in

Wheels (Tender) - 3ft 7in

Boiler Pressure - 250 psi

Cylinders (3) - 16.5in x 24in

Tractive Effort - 28,145lbf

Total Built - 1

Southern Railway L1 Class

Bulleid designed these locomotives during the Second World War, but construction didn’t begin until 1946. They shared many components with Bulleid’s Q1 0-6-0 goods engines, and were essentially the Q1’s with an Air-Smoothed Casing and a bigger boiler (though the firebox was identical with that of a Q1’s).

Twelve of these engines would be constructed between 1946 and 1948, with the final 3 being built by British Railways. They were originally numbered 22C1 to 22C12, though they were renumbered in 1949 to 36101 to 36112. They were originally meant for short distance goods and passenger services, though they never really found their footing in this role. The passenger trains that usually necessitated big tank engines were already being handled by electric engines, and everything else usually required smaller and lighter engines, which meant that, despite inheriting the power and efficiency of the Q1, the added weight and size meant that they were barred from where they could be most effective. The goods work they were meant for were also in the care of both Q1’s and Maunsell’s Q Class, as well as the many N class moguls already in service. In the end they spent their time hopping from shed-to-shed before settling on ex-LSWR territory, and even venturing into Western Region territory.

They were withdrawn between 1962-1964. Only one survives, 22C9 (36109) on the Bluebell Railway.

Stats

Power Classification - 5F 4P

Built - 1946 to 1948

Boiler Pressure - 230 PSI

Cylinders (2) - 19in x 26in

Wheels (Driven) - 5ft 1in

Wheels (Bogies) - 3ft 1in

Tractive Effort - 30,080 lbf

Southern Railway Dock Class

After the Second World War, many of the Southern Railway’s shunters (mainly those at Southampton) inherited from pre-grouping companies were worn out and needed overhauling. As such, Bulleid opted to replace them outright with his own design of 0-6-0T, with a short wheelbase of 10 feet to enable it to negotiate the tight curves. Like many of Bulleid’s designs, he equipped it with a relatively high boiler pressure.

Six would enter service in 1946, and while a total of 18 were planned, this would never come to be, as Eastleigh works was not in a position to build new locomotives with the backlog from the war. In the end, the southern found it cheaper to purchase ex-USATC S100 dock shunters, as they fulfilled most of the requirements needed.

They were numbered C201 to C206, and were renumbered to 30071 to 30076 in British Railways days. The first, 30071, was built with the Idaglass boiler lagging and casing as used in the Q1 class, while the other 5 were built with conventional boiler lagging and tanks. 30071 would be rebuilt like the others in 1953.

The class would lead uninteresting lives as dock shunters in Southampton and Dover until their withdrawal between 1961-1962. One was initially purchased for preservation but the deal fell through. None are preserved.

Stats

Power Classification - 3F

Built - 1946

Boiler Pressure - 220 PSI

Cylinders (2) - 16in x 24in

Wheels (Driven) - 4ft 6in

Tractive Effort - 21,276 lbf

#oliver bulleid #what-if engines #train #I have way more of these if you guys want to see them #or maybe I'll just do it anyways lol

[talonabraxas]

Nuit XVII The Blue Star Talon Abraxas

Nuit is esoterically associated with Sirius or Sothis, her star of manifestation. To be clear, Sirius is here a symbol and analogy for the supreme principle, the ‘unmoved mover’, by which things appear to come into existence by Its presence—and not by any action on the part of the principle, which does not act. Nothing in nature is separate, having its own cause as though self-contained. Our planet system and Zodiac is part of a vastly greater star system. Sopdet, the Egyptian name for Sirius, the ‘sun-behind-the-sun’, is also the name of the goddess that gives birth to the star of Venus. It has the literal meaning, ‘triangle’. During the time of the solar conjunction or occultation of Sirius, the legend of Isis has it that she hides herself in the swamps of the northern Delta (‘triangle’) region to give birth to Horus. Originally, Set (as ‘seven’) was the only begotten son of Nuit. The pairing of Isis with Osiris was a relatively modern version of the legends of Isis that was better suited to the disposition of ancient Greek and Roman men than the original stellar myth—by ‘myth’ we refer to oral tradition, not something imagined.

Sirius forms a group of stars with Betelgeuse (Alpha Orionis) and Procyon, called the ‘winter triangle’. This embraces much of the constellation of Monoceros, ‘Unicorn’. Four other stars, Pollux, Capella, Aldebaron and Rigel (left foot of Orion) form the ‘winter hexagon’. This establishes a geometric relationship between Sirius and Orion, which symbolises the heavenly Sah or Holy Spirit. Thus the Nephilim, sons of the Ancient Ones, are sometimes called the Children of Orion, identifying them with the primordial. The geometry of the triangulation of Sirius with the hexagon, or hexagram by extension, automatically declares the Cube of Space, as can be seen by the diagram above. This configuration involves seven stars in all, thus proportionately mirroring the seven bright stars of Ursa Major, the ‘axle of the universe’, rotating while always pointing to the Pole. That is in fact the esoteric meaning of aleph, which corresponds to the eleventh path and Tarot trump The Seer Aleph is not, as has long been supposed, the ox that ploughs the field but is the ox that turns about the wheel or swastika of the stars. --Aquarius: Egyptian Tarot Nuit XVII

[arashi-no-saxlphone]

ok but no actual fun ask now bc i want to be sending more of these: what is one random thing that you think axl would really really enjoy, whether for a reason or for no reason at all, either in gear universe or in modern day

This is such a good fucking ask. Answer: Silly Straws. He would sip, watch the liquid spiral up, laugh, and it would come out of his nose. Megumi thinks this is cute and charming - Sol thinks it's gross. The next time he and Axl meet for drinks they each get a whiskey, Axl pulls out a silly straw, and Sol just gets up and leaves. "Chief come back! I was just playin' around!"

But sadly, he's a Badguy, not a Sillyguy (he'd turn back around once Axl promised to put the straw away)

#sairambles #guilty gear #axl low #sol badguy #megumi #ask #thank you poppet this is so good