#Tour Bus

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Citroën U55 Cityrama Currus, 1955. A sightseeing bus that was built for Parisian tour operator Groupe Cityrama. It was based on the chassis of a U55 truck. The top deck had a glass roof that could be opened up. The design was inspired by the iconic Bateaux Mouches that cruise the River Seine and the buses were built by Paris’s oldest coachbuilder, Carrosserie Currus. The fleet has long since been retired but in 2022 it was revealed that the last remaining U55 Cityrama is to be restored

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The Belzebubs ride again!

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REMA | Candid Photo

[lascitasdelashoras]

led zeppelin tour bus

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[meikadonnelly]

|| nikki sixx ||

nikki sixx x fem!reader

nikki is your best friend and you’re on tour with motley crue.

fluff/angst on nikki’s side.

tw : nikki gets angry and may be triggering

You hear the crowd still screaming and clapping as the boys come back onto the tour bus at the back of the venue. You glance from the magazine you’re reading to watch as Vince walks in, followed by Mick, and then Tommy, however Nikki isn’t there. You smile at the three of them as they walk loudly onto the bus. They all sit down near you and you put down the magazine onto your lap. “You guys sounded great,” you say happily. “I’m a little tired so I came back about fifteen minutes ago,” you tell them.

“It was packed in there, even backstage!” Tommy says with a smile.

You laugh. “Plenty of opportunities for people to pick fights then,” you joke which makes the others smile.

“Yeah well, we’ll have to see what Nikki can tell us when he gets back,” Vince says, laughing a little. You raise an eyebrow.

“What?” you question.

“Apparently Nikki had a run in with some guy backstage,” Tommy explains. You sit forward, putting the magazine next to you.

“What? Where is he?”

Tommy shrugs and you stand up. You walk down the bus to the front. You walk down the small steps and off the bus. You look to the right to see a few men walking around in their backstage uniforms but no sight of your best friend. You then turn to look to the left when your vision is blocked by a body. You trail your eyes upwards to see Nikki look down at you. “What’re you doing?” He asks.

“I was coming to look for you,” you tell him. He raises an eyebrow.

“Why?”

“Because apparently something was going on,” you reply with a slight frown at his blunt tone. He doesn’t say anything and walks onto the bus to which you follow. “Nikki,” you say. He keeps walking to the back of the bus where he disappears to climb into his bunk. You stop where the others are with your hands on your hips, looking at where Nikki just was.

“What the hell happened?” Tommy asks. You shake your head.

“No fucking clue,” you reply.

“Want me to talk to him?” He asks. You don’t reply but walk past them to Nikki’s top bunk where he’s laying on his stomach, facing the opposite way with his hands under his pillow. You look at him with your arms crossed. His bunk is about head height so you’re face is next to his.

“Nikki.” You say sternly and he groans. “Don’t ignore me Nik.”

“Leave me alone.”

“You’ve known me long enough to know that’s not going to happen.” You mutter and he finally turns his head to look at you, his head still laying on the pillow. You tilt your head slightly.

“What happened?” You ask.

“Nothing,” he mumbles. You let out a small sigh.

“We both know you’re not telling me the truth Nikki.” You say sternly and he opens his eyes to look at you.

“Some guy was saying shit,” he admits.

“About?”

He pauses, still holding eye contact. He sighs and moves to get off his bunk. He stands in front of you. “What was it about Nikki?” You ask again.

He sighs again and look down. “You.”

You frown. “And?” He looks at you.

“What do you mean ‘and’?” He questions.

“Who cares if a random guy says something about me?” You ask him.

“He can’t just go around doing shit like that!” he says a little loudly. “If he says something and I hear it then i’m gonna say something!” You glance at his hand.

“So if all you were doing was saying something, then why are your knuckles red?” You question which makes him look at his right hand. You watch him think of what to say.

“I don’t understand why you aren’t more upset about this!” he says loudly and in a higher pitched voice than usual.

“I don’t know why you are!” You yell back.

“Because you’re someone I care about and i’m not just going to let someone do that!”

You sigh and look down. “I get that, okay? Believe me. But you’re getting into fights over it. You’re going to ruin your career. What if you get in trouble, or get hurt? What if you hurt your hands and can’t play bass anymore Nikki?” You defend. You watch the thoughts race through his mind as he stares at you, his arms crossed. By now, the others are looking down the bus at us.

“How the hell am I meant to just not do anything about it?” He asks, frustrated.

“Ignore it! Keep walking and come to me!” You reply in a slightly angry tone. “Talk to someone about it Nikki.”

He sighs again. “Sorry,” he mutter quietly before turning and walking off of the bus again. You don’t call out for him but walk over to the others who just saw the whole thing.

“What the hell happened?” Vince asks.

“He got into a fight,” you reply, glancing at him.

“Did he win?” Tommy asks to which you look at him with an eyebrow raised. “Sorry.”

“I’ll be back,” you say, walking away.

“Where are you going?” Tommy yells after you. You turn around.

“I’m going to find Nikki, who knows what’ll happen if I don’t.”

“The venue’s huge, you won’t be able to find him,” Mick says bluntly.

“Well, I might as well try.” And with that, you walk off the bus. You look around before looking along the side of the bus to see Nikki leaning against it, his arms crossed. You walk over and stand next to him silently for a moment.

“I’m not mad,” you finally say. “I didn’t mean to yell.”

“I know,” Nikki replies quietly with a slightly defeated tone in his voice.

“I just…” You pause for a second and sigh. “I just don’t want you to get hurt or ruin your career.” Nikki doesn’t say anything and continues looking forward at the business around you. “The last thing I want to happen is for you to throw away all your hard work over some comment about me,” you add.

“I know it was stupid and I’m sorry okay?” He says defensively which makes you move to stand in front of him. You put each hand on his shoulders and look up at him.

“I promise you that it doesn’t bother me when people say stuff about me. So please don’t think you have to defend me.”

He looks at you and nods. “Okay,” he mutters. You drop your arms to your sides.

“So are you okay?” You ask him.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he assures before putting an arm around you and starting to walk towards the door of the bus. “Are we good?”

You smile. “Of course.”

[digitaltourbus]

I can't believe people call Frank Iero "mouse" behind his back... 😱

[rain-loves-scallops]

Don't be ashamed, part 3

A Rain fanfiction.

CW : a slight mention in passing of non-consensual touches/action, nothing graphic.

The next weeks, it was as if Rain had regressed to his previous attitude from when he was first summoned Topside. He was withdrawn, quiet, and, when his packmates tried to pry to see what was wrong, he would be snappy, his instincts telling him to hiss, growl and bare his fangs. His already thin frame even seemed to lose a few pounds from the stress of his upcoming heat.

“I have to get a grip… It’s only a heat.. It happens many times a year.. I’ll be okay…” Rain told himself to try and calm himself down.

Then, the day of the tour departure came and the bassist was the last of the ghouls to climb in the tour bus, carrying his go bag, a pillow, a blanket and a plush blue octopus that had been with him since his first day Topside and had never left his nest before. It had seen better days, but Rain had scented it well enough that it reminded him of his own nest, no matter how far from the Abbey he was. His heat had kicked in during the night and, as he stepped on the bus, every male ghoul present picked up on his pheromones. He knew they were staring. Every single one of them. He quietly slid into his bunk and hurriedly closed the curtain, knowing this would do nothing from shielding his scent from the pack.

******

For a lot of people and ghouls, Phantom was perceived like a kit. Last one to be summoned, rushed at training to play guitar to replace Aether who had retired from the band. At the beginning, he had been a quiet ghoul who took a while to find himself but, after almost two years, he had become a matured ghoul who was always willing to goof with others and have fun.

The young quint had always had a soft spot for the water ghoul, as soon as he was summoned Topside. He couldn’t put a finger on it, suspecting a blend between Rain’s naturally gentle personality and the androgyny the older ghoul displayed with such ease. Of course, now, he had noticed the change in Rain’s demeanour when the tour dates had been announced, and, despite really wanting to know what was wrong, he kept to himself. However, when Rain climbed in the bus and went to settle in his bunk, Phantom finally understood what was happening with him. One whiff and it was clear that the bassist was in heat. Clear for everyone around him, seeing how they all looked at him with desire in their eyes. However, no one in the pack would do anything without Rain’s consent. That’s how it was within a ghouls’ pack. Down below, things could be very different, a ghoul in heat always having to be on guard because he or she risked getting jumped on with or without consent. Phantom knew it very well, having vivid memories of how it was back then. However, he couldn’t understand why Rain was acting like this now. He knew he was safe. He knew his pack mates would respect him.

A few hours later, when everyone had settled and calmed down, Rain quietly stepped out of his bunk to make his way to the bus’s kitchenette to get something to eat. As he was rummaging the mini fridge, he almost jumped out of his skin as he felt someone behind him.

“Phantom ! Satan ! Warn a ghoul before sneaking up behind them like that !” he exclaimed, his heart jumping in his throat. He looked down at the energy drink in his hand and quietly sat it back in the fridge. It might not be a good idea, after all.

“Sorry ! I didn’t mean to scare you ! I just.. eh.. I was hungry as well.. And.. uh.. Yeah.” Phantom smiled, trying to appear casual.

Looking at the younger ghoul’s lavender eyes, Rain sighed softly and relaxed, letting some of his barriers down, his shoulders slumping slightly. It was hard to be always on guard like this. With a nod, he grabbed two juice boxes from the fridge, handed one to Phantom and reached for the cupboard above the fridge, retrieving a bag of roasted seaweed chips before going to sit at one of the seats that were situated besides the bus’s window where Phantom came to sit besides him, the two slightly facing each other.

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Creator: Ryan Chang 

Copyright: Yu Jia Ryan Chang

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[bawltongue]

(jonathan davis x stealth transmasc reader <on t, post op top surgery>. takes place in 1996. Korns’ tour bus breaks down behind a gas station. reader stops to get gas at same gas station. reader bumps into Munky, who invites him back to the bus after they chat to meet the other guys and get stoned. Jon and the reader get flirty, Jon takes him up to his bunk and shows him “something cool”.)

Tour Bus

18+ !!!!!!!

warning: substance use (alcohol, marijuana), smut, (ftm) anatomy, lots of swearing

Jonathan Davis x Transmasc reader

"Ding-ding-ding"

"Fuck. Twelve miles left." You huffed out as the low fuel meter rung at you. You had been driving for about 3 hours now, not realizing you should've pulled over for gas a while ago before cutting it so close. It was a long way back home from your grandparents' house. It was great grandmas' funeral, and you couldn't afford to miss it. Despite the fact that you really wanted to go to this concert around the area the same day. The family needed you there, and you would've felt heartless to miss it. You were forced to take your cousin along with you, them snoring in the passenger seat for the last hour and a half leaving you with nobody to talk to. It was almost a blessing in disguise; you guys didn't always get along, especially not when you're forced to spend extended time together.

It was a pretty humid day out. The sun had been assaulting your senses all afternoon and it was finally starting to set, casting a warm orange-pink glow over the sky. Your surroundings seemed so barren with your car being the only one in sight on the highway; it really looked like the dawn of the apocalypse.

A few more miles out, a neon red sign flickers in the distance beckoning your attention. Blinking away the haziness in your eyes and squinting, you're able to make out what it says; "Gas". You let out a raspy sigh of relief and sped up a little, finally pulling up to the first pump you see.

Five miles left. Jesus fuck. Barely made it.

Parking your car swiftly and gathering up a crumbled twenty dollar bill and some quarters, you flick your snoozing cousin in the forehead.

"HUH?"

"I'm going in to get us gas, butthead."

"Man whatever. You interrupted my wet dream."

"Eugh... go back to sleep so you can't speak."

"Ugly son of a bit-"

Before he could finish, you slammed the car door and stretched your limbs, walking into the gas station.

Twenty on pump three please, twenty on pump three please…

You repeated in your head, always a little anxious for social interaction, despite how brief it may or may not be.

Opening the door, you observed the emptiness of the interior. The lights were somewhat dim, the sound of gas station hot dogs rotating in their nasty little machine rung in your ears, and there was quite literally nobody there, except for the cashier. At least you thought so until you saw a head pop up from behind the snack section in the corner of the store. You pay no mind to it started making your way towards the cashier, grabbing a Reese's peanut butter cup and dropping it in your pocket swiftly. Before you could confront the clerk, the sound of chip bags and tin cans hitting the floor made your ears perk up.

“Fuck!” You jumped a little as the sound of a disgruntled man’s voice cursed from not too far behind you. Unable to help yourself you turned around. He had dropped everything in his hands. You took in the man’s appearance immediately. Physically, he was interesting to look at. Frizzy dark brown dreads with streaks of blonde and orange, large dark circles under his eyes, very tall - at least 6 feet. He was wearing a tattered, striped sweater, kinda inappropriate for the hot weather that’s been scorching the south area you were in. He looked…. Familiar.

“Shit lemme help you out, man.” You stepped over to where he was crouched on the floor, bending down next to him.

“Oh, thanks!” His stoic and annoyed demeanor changed quickly the moment you offered to help. You try to make yourself appear as casual as possible as if you weren’t dissecting his familiarity. On the ground laid 3 packs of beer and 2 family sized bags of chips. How the hell was this guy even carrying all this?

“Hah! Crazy. I dig your shirt, man.” The stranger gestured to your stained Korn t-shirt. You looked down having forgotten what you were wearing.

“Oh, thanks! Yeah they’re like, my favorite ba-…” you cut yourself off as the realization hit you.

“Oh my GOD. Dude, you’re in fucking Korn! I KNEW you looked familiar! Holy shit! Oh my god- you’re Munky!” You practically yelped as your heart skipped about six beats. Immediately feeling embarrassed the second after you opened your mouth.

Munky laughed, flattered. You began telling him about how you wanted to go to their show the previous night but couldn’t make it due to your grandmothers’ funeral. How it was such a crazy coincidence that they ended up in the same direction that you were heading in, and it was even crazier that you had both ended up at the same gas station.

“Yeah, you know it’s a good thing there’s a gap between shows or else we’d be fucked. The second leg of our tour doesn’t start for another week. The bus is broke down in the back so we’re sorta stuck here for the night.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

"Dude, that sucks. I'm sorry to hear. I wish I was good with mechanics or something, but I think I might be kinda useless in that area. Is there anything I can do for y'all though since I'm here?"

“Well, not really... I mean, we’re bored as hell over here and we got all night. You seem pretty chill so… You wanna maybe come check out the bus and meet the guys? Have a couple beers with us?”

You took a deep breath and tried to play it cool. Not only was Korn your favorite band; but man, something about these guys turned you into a total flamer. How the literal fuck were you being invited into their tour bus right now? Is this real? A dream? Delusion?

“Dude, that’s like- so cool of you. I’d love that. Thank you! Are you sure it’d be cool with everyone?”

“Yeah, we all love meeting new people. Plus we’re just chillin’, stranded on the side of a dirt road. Why not?” He smiled warmly. He really seemed like a nice, down to earth guy.

"Usually, we have a few roadies with us to hang out-but it's just us this time around. Haven't really met anyone cool enough to grab yet."

After paying for the beers and snacks, he had you follow him out of the back door of the little convenience store. You took the Reese's out of your pocket and started unwrapping it, about to stress eat.

"You better hide that shit from Jon, he'll deepthroat that thing."

You smiled and dropped it back in your pocket as your heart skipped a beat. Lo and behold, the beautiful, weathered presence of Korns’ tour bus stood before you. It was getting more difficult to hide your expressions of disbelief. Which turned into borderline dissociation once Munky creaked open the door of the van to let you both inside.

You scanned the interior, instantly noticing the other guys. Head and David were sprawled out on a thin mattress on the floor. Head bundled up in a stain covered blanket surrounded by bottles of beer and candy wrappers. Him and David engaging in a friendly conversation. Fieldy was bumping some hip hop music on the radio near the front of the bus, bobbing his head, rapping along with a joint between his lips. It was dimly lit in there, totally dark outside now with only a few lamps lit around the bus. The whole inside was foggy with a layer of smoke from the countless bowls, blunts, joints and cigarettes that’ve been smoked in there within the past few hours. It stunk of weed, tobacco and alcohol. Maybe even a hint of puke. Needless to say, not a pleasant scent. You noticed Jonathan was nestled up in a teeny bunk bed, a half drank bottle of Jack Daniels by his side. He perked up when he noticed you walk into the bus, and it made you instantaneously shy as a jolt of electricity and anxiety sparked in your body.

“Yo guys, this is our new friend!.. er uh… what’d you say your name was again?”

“Y/n. It’s really fucking cool to meet you guys.” You managed to say without stuttering.

“Y/N! Make yourself at home!” He smiled and took the stack of beer from your arms, setting them down on the floor. You went around individually introducing yourself to the guys, who all seemed pretty down to earth. Head, Munky and David were really goofy, fun presences already. Fieldy was a little bit standoffish and in his own world. You had Jonathan left to meet, and your heart was fluttering. You had had a little crush on him since you first started listening to Korn back in 93’. The fact that you had the chance in this moment to meet Jonathan Davis was utterly freaking you out. He was laying in his bunk, turned around awkwardly to look at you with glassy eyes. You didn't really know how to or whether you should even approach him, he looked like he had awoken from a nap when you first entered.

"Hey." He waved to get you attention.

"Oh shit, hey."

"You alright? You like, zoned out there, dude." Jon smiled softly and extended his hand down to you, still laying in bed.

"Pft, yeah I'm cool. Just... just tired. Uh... I'm y/n. Honestly, I'm like, not even believing I'm really meeting you right now dude." You extended your hand back to shake his. It was clammy. In fact, both your hands were.

"Heheh, thanks for digging my band. Means a lot. Did you get to come to the show tonight?"

"Nah man, I had to uh, go to a funeral."

Jons gaze softened, and he furrowed his eyebrows in sympathy. "Shit dude I'm sorry to hear that. Sounds like you need to unwind." He hopped down from his bunk and patted you on the back as he stumbled over to an ashtray, pulling out a quarter smoked joint and heading back over. You could tell he was already slightly intoxicated.

He grabbed your wrist and lead you over to a cluster of beanbags in the corner of the bus where he slumped down and patted the spot next to him. Your face was hot, but in the darkness it was too hard to tell.

"Fuck, I didn't realize I needed this until now." You threw your head back and smiled, a relieved look on your face.

"Here, you get the first hit. You deserve it." He put the joint up to your lips and lit it before you could even register that you were inhaling. Jon was staring at your lips while you were doing so the whole time, not shifting his gaze as he took a hit himself. You looked away shyly, exhaling a huge cloud of smoke. It was already making your head feel a bit fuzzy.

The both of you went back and forth engaging in conversation as Jon kept lighting and holding it to both your lips. There was no telling how much time was passing as you both got higher and higher, Jon crossfaded from the alcohol he had earlier. You talked about movies, music, a little bit about family too. You told him about your great grandmother briefly, to which he was very sweet about. He provided you comfort and reassurance. Out of all the guys, you didn't expect Jon to be the most eager one to talk to you, but he had been very obviously fixating on every word you said. It was hard to tell if it was because of how fucked up he was, or if he just really liked to hear you talk.

"Yo, your eyes are glossy as FUCK." You snickered, suddenly realizing how stoned you both were.

He laughed and patted your shoulder. "Shit, it's a good thing we don't have to give a fuck. Nobody else is here but us."

You smiled, but it quickly faded as you realized your cousin was still waiting for you in the car. "FUCK, Jon, I-I totally forgot my cousin in the fucking car! Hold up!"

You shot up and borderline threw yourself out of the door, almost greening out when you stepped down from the bus. The sky was completely black, and you had no idea how many hours had passed by since you first entered the gas station. All you knew was the anxiety and guilt that flooded through your dizzied, intoxicated mind.

"DUDE!" You stumbled to your car, now parked and sitting in a parking space rather than by a gas pump. "I am so fucking sorry!"

Your cousin sat up from the driver's seat, rolling the window down with an expression that bore into your soul.

"Are you fuckin' serious man? What the fuck were you doing for two and a half hours? I went into that gas station three separate times and not even the fuckin clerk knew where you were! I was about to ditch you and tell your parents you went missing!"

"I'm so sorry. I can't even begin to explain myself dude. You seriously wouldn't even believe me. I'm really so-"

"Nah dude. I don't accept. You really pissed me the fuck off tonight, man. Did you just like, wake up this morning and decide to be a prick? You just like to inconvenience me?"

"Don't be a fucking dick. You're not making me wanna step into the car with you again for another hour."

"What other choice do you have? You gonna sleep at the gas station? Just get in the fucking stupid car already so we can go home- wait, who the fuck is that?"

You sneered, face hot and about to snap back before you felt a hand grip your shoulder.

"Hey, y/n. Coming back to the bus?" You spun around to see Jonathan, lightly squeezing you. Your cousin was staring at the two of you with an eyebrow raised, simultaneously pissed off and confused.

"I-uh, well, I don't-"

"You were gonna spend the night, right? I got so much more green for us to plow through in there, man." He winked at you.

"What? The fuck? If you're gonna go be gay and get high in a stranger's dingy ass van, go fucking do it. I don't actually give a fuck. Just tell me now so I can drive myself home."

"Man, you suck!" Jon laughed out, his eyes almost closed from how puffy his lids are. "I think y/n's gonna stay with me in our faggy little junkie orgy bus. You know, so we can be gay and get high?" His hand moved from your shoulder down your arm to grip your wrist a little firmly. You felt your cheeks burn. The nerves in your body were going insane with the sudden touchiness and abrupt possessiveness.

"That sound cool?" Jon looked down at you, raising his eyebrows awaiting your response. "No pressure" He silently mouthed.

"Fo sho'! I was just gonna let him know. I'll see you at home, jerkoff." You stuck your tongue out at your cousin, clearly boiling with annoyance but unable to formulate a response.

"Whatever, I don't give a shit what you do. You're annoying. Don't get killed." He shrugged aggressively and rolled the window back up.

Jonathan tugged you lightly to turn back in the direction of the bus and smiled at you, earning a smile back. He moved his arm up around your shoulder as you walked back together, ignoring the sound of your car peeling out of the parking space and your cousin laying on the horn. Despite the attitude, you actually did feel kind of bad for leaving him there for so long.

"Aren't you glad you get to spend the night with me-uh, us instead of that dickhead?"

"Yeah dude. I really appreciate it. That car ride would've had my mouth watering for a shotgun within the first five minuets. Thank you." You blushed and continued walking alongside him.

"Good. I was hoping you'd say yes. I kinda wanted an excuse to get to know you a little better anyways." Looking down at you, he smiled coyly and traced a finger against your shoulder in little circles. It gave you goosebumps.

Am I imagining things, or is he being flirtatious with me right now?...

[daisyducklover2021]

Relaxing in the luxury RV!

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Ikarus 620 Cabrio, 1962. Ikarus was a Hungarian bus manufacturer with a history dating back to the late 19th century. They made 7 of these open buses for sightseeing tours in Budapest in the 1960s and early 70s. All of them were scrapped in 1975 but more recently a bus enthusiast has converted a regular 620 series bus to make a replica. Ikarus went out of business in 2003

[90s-2000s-barbie]

December 9, 2007

[musicalislife]

They got green lights💚

Video from @gregorzalokar instagram story 2023.07.20.

[wiiildflowerrr]

@Ashton5SOS: Eating off a box on the tour bus, living the dream out here ladies n gentlemen...

1 September 2016

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Layne Staley used to ride the Sepultura tour bus after shows. Nice guy, funny and genius, he made a little song making fun of me "Pygme from the jungle'. A girl had shaved his eyebrow and Igor Cavalera "helped" him by drawing a new eyebrow on his face USA -Ozzy, Alice in Chains and Sepultura - 1992

source: Silvio bibika

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Pinkshift September 2023