#sodafics

[sodalitefully]

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You’re on a road trip — you’ve been driving for hours and it’s late in the afternoon when you finally pull up to a gas station in a nameless small town somewhere in the California desert.

The sun is beating down hot, but the station attendant? He’s hotter, shiny black leather breaking up the dull gray landscape that stretches for miles, pointed boots covered in dust and a bandana that waves playfully at you in the warm breeze. You can’t take your eyes off him as he fills up your tank, he tosses you a crooked grin when he catches you looking.

You linger at the station longer than necessary, stretching your legs and clearing your head. It’s been a long time since you’ve had good company, even if all you exchange is placid smalltalk about where you’re from (nowhere) and where you’re going (anywhere). The empty highway calls you when the sun starts to flag in the sky, but you don’t feel so directionless anymore. Wherever it takes you, you know you’ll stop here again on the way back home.

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#sodafics #kinda #just some musings #wrote this in sort of a gothic tone but I’m also getting BIG pinup pose vibes from these pics #might need to give it another shot #go for something a little more teasing ;) #slash #saul hudson #gnr #gnr imagine

[louie-posting]

Okay update: i got the wafer sticks, they have been sprinkled onto the cocoon ✨✨

ok the sodafication begin

[streetlegal1978]

not the scotch & sodafication of bob dylan….

#my posts

[rhalgrs]

ao sodaf posting

#idk what to say specifically #i was looking at old screenshots of him

[gumballrightfoots]

“ i love you”

CHOKES SOBS DIES CHUGS GRAPE SODAF

FALLS THROUGH THE FUCKING FLOOR

[sodaf]

gnbrk -> sodaf. that was easy why didn't I think of that as a username before

#also why did chsnging my username change my profile picture to thw one my main blog has.

[romanticpapers]

#SoundCloud

[gayspock]

what soda am i im a pisces and my birthday is next week

pisces are like fish innit so i just get some sea water and put it in those sodafication machines <3 

#cowgxxrl #what are those machines called #WAIT ARE THEY REAL #OR ... WERE THEY IN SILLY WONKA AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY? #WAIT.

[weldnas]

chouf chouf hadak zamel dlouis rah dayr chi sadaqa katwqef lih!! ash had zehar ash had sodaf, s7oooor

[sodalitefully]

Our names in lights – Slash/Duff oneshot

Inspired by some of Slash and Duff's onstage antics, a bit angsty. Enjoy!

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Duff McKagan.  

Bassist for Guns N Roses.  

Human equivalent of a Golden Retriever.  

Boyfriend to one very, very lucky lead guitarist… who dreads the conversation he’s about to have with the man he loves.

“Babe, I need to talk to you for a minute, okay?”

Slash stamps down the post-show high as well as he can and tries to speak in his Serious Voice, the tone that already has Duff’s metaphorical tail between his legs as Slash pulls him around a corner into an empty hall backstage. It's plain on his face that he knows where this is going, he knows what he did, and Slash wants to hold him and promise that it wasn't his fault but this isn't the time or the place for reassurances.  He’ll try to be gentle, but that doesn't change what needs to be said:

“Duff.  C’mon, look at me.  There’s going to be a million cameras out there, alright?  We have to be extra careful, especially after the way we were acting on stage tonight.  No more of this " — he shakes their linked hands, — “if we want to keep this thing private, okay?  Can you do that for me, baby?”

Duff breaks Slash’s gaze and stares down at the toes of his cowboy boots, anxiously grinding one of his soles into the concrete floor.  His hair is stringy with sweat and it hangs in front of his face, but even with his downcast eyes obscured he's the very picture of chastised contrition.  His shoulders are shamefully hunched and he's chewing lightly on his bottom lip as if to keep it from quivering.  One hand is tightly clasping Slash’s, and the other is clenched in the fabric of his shirt.

The whole scene is like a dagger in Slash’s heart.  Fuck, he hates it when he has to be firm with Duff.  It’s not Duff’s fault that he's such a perfect boyfriend, so generously affectionate and loving that he has a hard time reigning it in at the appropriate times.  And it’s not either of their faults that slipping up in front of the wrong person or camera could spell the end of both their careers.  Slash would never risk putting Duff through that — he was too selfish to let him go, but he'd do anything in his power to make sure that nothing got in the way of the dream Duff worked so hard to achieve. 

So they had both agreed that it would be best to play just-friends in public.  But the thing is… Duff has a hard time following through. This wasn’t his first time slipping up, nor will it be the last, but Slash still feels like the most ungrateful asshole of a boyfriend in the world every time he has to call him out.

Duff nods quickly, still not meeting Slash’s eyes.  A barely-audible sigh escapes his throat as Slash untangles their fingers and places both of his hands on Duff’s arms, a purely platonic gesture belied by the hushed words Slash leans in to whisper: “After we get through this, I’ll make it up to you at the hotel alright?” A hint of a sultry smirk appears as his eyes flick down to Duff’s lips.  “… I got some ideas when you were grinding on me during the show tonight."

Duff nods again, but he can see the come-on for what it really is — a courtesy, Slash trying to prove that he's not mad when by all rights he should be.  Or maybe even an incentive, to ensure Duff behaves himself for the rest of the night.  

Each of his fuckups is a reminder that he’s the weak link in their relationship, he’s the over-emotional mess who can’t keep himself in check.  It’s a goddamn miracle that he hasn’t gotten them caught yet… He could never forgive himself for doing that to Slash.

The guitarist might be one of the smartest, toughest people Duff has ever met, but deep down he's shy and sensitive.  If the media found out about their relationship, the fallout would hurt him badly – they both know it, but Slash still loves him enough to take the risk. 

And how does Duff repay him?  By humping him like a dog in front of 20,000 people, that's how.  God, the thought of it now makes Duff feel sick. 

Slash takes a step back and turns to lead them back through the maze of corridors, tossing an encouraging grin over his shoulder as he does so.  Duff does his best to return the smile.  Mentally, he avows to be perfect — not to earn a reward that he doesn't deserve, but to prove that he can pull his weight in this relationship, that Slash doesn't have to keep covering for his mistakes.

The corridor grows brighter ahead of them, illuminated by the glittering flare of cameras flashing. Slash greets the assembly, Duff trails behind at a safe distance with his head bowed and his hands shoved in his pockets. For both their sakes, he thinks, he better not fuck this up.

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#thursday oneshots number four! #only a little bit late... #i wrote most of this one a loooong time ago #so i think my preferred characterizations have evolved a bit since then #but i'm still happy to have finally finished it #it the pov change confusing? #i've always liked this particular brand of angsty misunderstanding #sodafics #gnr #slash #duff mckagan #sluff #saul hudson #guns n roses

[knightbug]

welcome

main blog is @rhalgrs rb blog is @gnbrk

Interests include:

FFXIV - I'm on Zalera as Ao Sodaf

Ecology

Ultrakill, risk of rain

Old plays, classic literature, solarpunk sci-fi books, classical music

ofc some of this stuff changes a lot but these are my biggest interests as of rn

I try to keep up with tagging but i get lazy 👍

#pinned #about

[neovitae]

Togo : 2ème congrès de la SODAF pour donner un nouveau souffle à la dermatologie

... de la SODAF est placé sous le thème « Formation des ressources humaines en dermatologie et renforcement des systèmes de santé en Afrique ». from Google Alert - "ressources humaines" -H/F http://ift.tt/2psYRDh

#ressources humaines #NeoVitae #Google Alert - -H/F

[rhalgrs]

happy pride, dumping my queer ocs on you. ao sodaf is a trans bi man. tamarind is [handwaves vaguely]. teel is genderless. rosemary is bigender. rivienne is a lesbian. bough is a trans lesbian. muna is bi and a trans woman. blaer is agender

#I have more but #was thibking about it and i only actually have one oc ive actually established as straight and cis lmao #i kind of want to draw some of them with their pride flags but i haven't drawn anything in a while so #I'll just think about them #for the record im a gay trans queer man yay #also i just dont have labels for some of my chsracters but these r ones ive actually thought about

[partyunknown-blog]

Check out SoDaFs new song “Soulmate” on soundcloud now!

#newmusic #dark #rnb #hip-hop #ambient #earlyrelease #xo #ovo #soulmusic #newartist

[sodalitefully]

sluff fake dating would be fun?

FINALLY getting the chance to start responding to these! Just got a couple more so hopefully will work through them in the next week or so

Said I wasn't going to write and then I did 😅 here's a drabble and an extra idea:

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Slash was looking everywhere but at Duff — silently gawking at the decor, dropping his eyes down to his lap, fidgeting with his rings and shirt cuffs, jiggling his leg under the table...

It was driving Duff's nerves absolutely crazy.

"You — you know we don't have to do this if you don't want to.  I appreciate you trying and all, but — "

Slash's gaze finally shot up to meet Duff's.  "Huh?  No, I'm fine, I'm not backing out."

"Cool, cool.  It's just, you seem a little on edge..."

Slash's leg stilled and his fingertips spread flat on the table.  Duff could tell he was thinking, he knew Slash's expressions better than anyone.  Still, the short pause felt like an eternity.  He braced himself for whatever potentially-devastating thought Slash had to share.

"It's just... When you suggested we" — his voice dropped and he leaned across the table — "pretend to date.  I wasn't really expecting all this."  He made a small gesture vaguely indicating their surroundings, his eyes darting over to the other tables and the stony-faced waitress who had grimaced at his sneakers when she seated them.  "I've never done the whole, fancy restaurant, win-and-dine thing before, you know?"

Of course.  When had Duff ever seen Slash take a date out for fine dining? He overdid it, trying so hard to impress Slash, to show him what a relationship could be like, that he ended up making him uncomfortable instead.

"We could go back to my place and do pizza and a movie instead," Duff blurted.

Slash blinked.  "I thought the whole point was for us to be a convincing couple in public?"

It was just an excuse to spend time with you.  "We'll have plenty more chances for that next week.  Maybe I was jumping the gun with this whole date-night cliche.  We should start with something more familiar," he reasoned.  "You've been wanting to show me The Thing, right?"

Slash lit up, the discomforted edge vanished from his eyes.  "Did you really get it?"

"The director's cut," Duff informed him proudly.

Slash was already sliding out of the booth, grabbing Duff's hand to lead him out of the restaurant. Duff happily stumbled after him, failing to suppress a blinding grin with Slash's warm fingers curled around his palm.

--

Also, how about a fake marriage?

Slash wasn’t born in the us, and he didn't get his us citizenship until after he almost got deported for trying to use an expired visa on tour (something like this happened irl, but I don't have the details handy..)

Due to legal complications (maybe relating to his various brushes with the law in the past), resolving the matter isn’t so simple. But they have international tour dates to make, they don’t have time to sit around and wait for bureaucracy to do its thing.

So Slash and Duff come up with a plan. They’ll get Slash a green card the old fashioned way – by getting married. Of course, it has to be a reasonably convincing marriage to work, so they’ll tell everyone that they were in a secret relationship for months. Their friends and family easily accept the lie — so easily, in fact, that Slash and Duff each start to see their relationship in a different light.

#sodafics #thanks for the request! #slash #saul hudson #duff mckagan #gnr #guns n roses #sluff #reply

[sodalitefully]

Not That Type – slash/duff, A/B/O AU

So, this idea appeared a while ago when I was listening to an interview Slash did with Howard Stern and started thinking about what kinds of invasive questions reporters would ask in an a/b/o universe... It was originally just the first part, but I added the second scene this week which is why this is a day later than usual. Sfw, suggestive but not graphic.

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"Aw, come on... I'm not like that!"

Slash was visibly flustered, his voice rose in pitch and Duff resisted the temptation to squeeze his reddening cheeks.

"No, seriously, I – " He pursed his lips as the voice on the line cut him off.

Slash was sitting with his back against the headboard of the cushy hotel bed, wrapped up in a complimentary white terrycloth robe, with freshly-washed hair soaking his collar and the telephone receiver cradled at his shoulder. He was in the middle of an interview, and Duff, for his part, was being perfectly quiet as he waited on the couch for Slash to finish.

This was nothing new: even now that they could afford their own rooms, Duff still spent most of his time in Slash's suite. And they'd learned long ago that it was best not to let on that there was anyone else in the room during interviews – it raised too many questions that they didn't care to answer.

"No, people have this idea that – just because I'm in a band and I'm... you know, an alpha…" Slash always stumbled on his words when he was embarrassed, it frustrated him sometimes but Duff found it endearing. "But I'm really not one of those guys who'll like, pick fights with other alphas and come on to every omega they meet. I just wasn't raised that way, you know?"

Duff had heard this line of questioning a million times before. If only he had a nickel for every time Slash had tried to explain that just because he's an alpha and a rockstar, that doesn't mean he's an asshole, he doesn't throw his weight around and get whatever he wants, and he can't just tell Axl what to do because he's an omega, it doesn't work that way!

But the press never listened. Honestly, Duff was glad he was just a common beta, if it meant he had to deal with a little less bullshit.

Really though, part of it was just Slash himself. Alpha or no, somehow he always managed to attract attention – much of it undesired. There was just something about his look, his riffs, his mystique. Reporters, managers, and omegas... everyone wanted a piece of Slash.

Duff was the one who got him, though.

—

"Jesus, that guy was like a fucking shark! You'd think he was scenting me through the phone line." Slash dropped the receiver on its cradle with a forceful good riddance and an irritated pout.

"He sounded like a jerk," Duff sympathized, climbing onto the bed to reclaim his spot straddling Slash’s thighs. "Beta?”

“I think so. Don’t be jealous?” He leaned up to peck Duff’s temple and gave him an imploring look, but the corner of his lips gave his teasing away.

“As if,” Duff scoffed. “…He should learn to mind his own business.” He parted the lapels of the robe and lay his hands on Slash’s warm chest as it rose and fell with his laughter.

“You gonna teach him a lesson, sweetheart?” he gently prodded, looking up at Duff with fond amusement, hooded eyes and curled lips. “Gonna defend your alpha’s honor?”

“I’d teach him a lesson with my fists if you’d let me…” Duff played along, half serious.

“No one lays a hand on you, you know that.”

The words slipped out as a growl, and Duff tipped his head forward to chuckle breathlessly into Slash’s shoulder.

“Christ, Slash…”

“Aw, don’t make fun of me baby, you know I can't control that sometimes,” he whined, tugging on a lock of wet hair and twisting it around his fingers. A drop of water landed on his collarbone.

“I wasn’t!" Duff giggled again, feeling uncharacteristically bashful. "It was sexy…”

He watched the droplet trace a path down Slash's bare chest, avoiding his gaze to hide his warm cheeks. Slash had dated betas before, but Duff had never been with another alpha, and sometimes Slash’s idiosyncrasies still managed to fluster him.

“Oh?” Slash sounded pleased. That was more than enough encouragement for him, he didn’t hesitate to get to work on Duff’s shirt buttons. His calloused fingertips grazed Duff’s skin, and he squirmed on Slash’s lap. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting so long, you’ve been so patient all afternoon while I’ve been stuck in interviews…”

“Typical selfish alpha behavior,” Duff sniped, but he was already unwinding the sash around Slash’s waist.

Slash rolled his eyes. “Not you too…” He buried his fingers in Duff’s hair and pulled him close for a kiss. “I’m sure there’s some way I can make it up to you…”

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#sodafics #if you’re wondering… #I imagine duff riding slash in the next scene #:) #I’ll have this up on ao3 tomorrow probably #sluff #slash #duff mckagan #saul hudson #gnr #guns n roses #surprisingly this is my first abo au #i mean the first one I’ve POSTED lol #gnr fic #gnr fanfiction