This Is How It Would Be If I Was An OFC In A Self-insert Fanfic About My Beloved Rock Band With Time

Supernatural

Harvelle`s Roadhouse

It was too early.

Jon Bon Jovi and Richie Sambora in their previous incarnations as duet of bards in medieval Europe (I'm thinking Italy). So I guess you can say they're still in the 80s, but it's 1480s.

Here I imagine them being kind of travelling musicians - in this particular scene they're performing on a medieval fair, connected to some seasonal festivity; and there always are other places for them to play at, as well as to meet their fellow musicians. I'd say they're doing great.

Aside of aesthetic there's another reason why I chose middle ages as a setting. Sometimes I learn things that make me think we, our society, our rules and laws and those cishet men of power who write them, are still mentally living in some clone of the ancient world. This feeling haunts me, and it's my healthy way to express it, apparently.

I love the result, and I love being inspired again after such a long period of emptiness. Great thanks to fandom for making me feel alive.

Fanfic illustration

Description of the scene: 

Dr. Sixx introduces beloved patient to the dark secret hobby, showing him an obscure album filled with photos of his tortured victims.

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Body is just a body.

Mötley Crüe after a show. Shout At The Devil era. Part I.

Nikki under a blood moon

Sometimes she leaves me alone, this venomous little serpent. But far more often she entwines my neck and makes me cry by her toxic whispering.

I'm tired of waiting

An' closing my eyes

I'm asking myself

Why is it all my horizons

Are so far away

I look in the mirror

Don't like what I see

In my reflection

A stranger is staring at me

Looking for love

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I understand these lines exactly how they're illustrated.

Man sees a stranger in the mirror, and this stranger looks so longing-for he begins to drill with eyes a lyric hero. And I believe this passage has a continuation.

When I had listened to these words closely, joyful relief and stupid giggling started to tear me apart, because it seemed like a clear allusion on slash (and selfcest). Which would mean classic rock is not entirely soaked with heteronormativity and toxic masculinity.

I know what the song tells about further. But I better close eyes on it and leave my delight untouched.

One more dose for Sixx addicted

Glam metal quintessence:

Look like women, talk like men, play like motherfuckers, as Dee Snider said one day.