- SHAMELESS

i don't pay my rent, but i'm fucking gorgeous (nico bianchi)

[semiprcious]

tctentanz:

*               NICO .               /               INTERACTIONS               !

between nico and parker, cups flying from tabletops was not something that made axel raise his brows anymore. he had grown adjusted to their explosive tendencies.   “   me   ?   ”   the accusation made axel glance over his shoulder so he could sneak a peek at their drummer, in obvious distress over the pair of missing drumsticks.   “   haven’t seen them.   ”   axel even raised his hands into the air, as if he was surrendering to the truth. with hands up, the brunet turned on his heels to now fully face his friend. his words drew a long and displeased sigh.   “   you gotta play. don’t you have another set of drumsticks with you, anyway   ?   what’s the last place you’ve been, just go looking there.   ”

“i don’t want another pair of drumsticks,“ nico huffed. he peered across the room with a haughty look on his face. his mouth quirked  to the side momentarily, as if he was contemplating just where they could be. he wiped his hand over his forehead, “and what if i just don’t want to play, huh?”

there was a teasing lilt to his words, but he stopped itself before it became too playful. “last place i was- was here.” he was sure of it.he double-checked the area again. coming up empty-handed, he shook his head unhappily. “i’m not a fucking slob. i don’t just lose things. someone is hiding them”

[semiprcious]

prkcr:

“i dunno,” retorted parker with a scoff, though he continued on with sharing his thoughts. “it was so crowded that you could’ve been there with my fucking porcupine and i still might not have seen you once all night.” 

“don’t count on it. i would never be seen anywhere with your goddamn hellion of a porcupine,” nico wrinkled his nose, before raising an eyebrow, “and i suppose you didn’t mind the lack of personal space.”

he laughed, “even if you were your girl all night, i’m not completely without manners. i would have at least gone up to say hello.”

[prkcr]

RENEGADE LANDS FIRST MAGAZINE COVER!

the publication was founded in 1985 and has introduced readers to many musical acts over its thirty - three year tenure, so landing the cover story of alternative press magazine is certainly an enviable accomplishment. this august, everyone in the industry is scheduled be jealous of hardcore punk band renegade, who will be monopolizing the publication’s front page with variant editions for fans of every taste. the new issue is on stands now, so readers can go snag one with their favorite member on the cover from anywhere music - related magazines are sold! tell the cashier that @viralgossip sent you and there might just be a little discount applied to your purchase! 

mentioned: @tctentanz && @semiprcious

[prkcr]

“why didn’t i see you the other night?” wondered parker casually, glancing over at his bandmate as they both readied their equipment for today’s rehearsal. ( axel and jules are milling around somewhere too, but he remembered seeing them at chris’ album release party. nico? not so much. ) “were you even there?” / @semiprcious​

[semiprcious]

“was i even there?“ nico rolled his eyes, “if i was there, you would fucking know.”

there’s more than one reason he was a no-show at the party, but those are things he cares not to divulge. he rolls his eyes, “i usually make myself known, don’t i? ”

[semiprcious]

@zlbby​

it was chilly-- for an la summer, anyways. nico stood in a shadowy corner, beneath some errant scaffolding, and adjusted the collar of their jacket. there was an underlying tension in the air, a silence stretched so thin that it was wont to snap. they ignored it. 

“better out here than in there,” they said finally, more to themself than anything. 

it begged the question, of course, if it really was. in there, there was music, so loud it barely registered as anything other than an aching pounding throb, there were flashing lights and sweat-slick bodies, place after place to lose yourself. 

and here? well, the crisp breeze sent shivers down their spine, reminded them exactly of where they were. but wait-- was there such thing as being too present? nico dug their hands into their pockets in pursuit of an answer or a cigarette.

they came up with neither.

“zib,” turning to their companion for the first time since they had made it out of the club, they pressed their lips together in discontent, “i’m out of lights.“

[semiprcious]

nickythegiant:

“i don’t mind doing both, but it’s up to you, dude,” he said with a shrug. “what’re you drinking?”

“i don’t know,“ nico cocked his head to the side playfully, “you tell me.”

[semiprcious]

@jucles​

“lighten up, loser. you always look like someone kicked your puppy” nico put on a jacket and headed for the doorway, “i’m tired of looking at your face and i’m going out. you can sit there and pout or you can pretend to grin and come with.“

he paused, “don’t think too hard about your options, jules. i don’t have time for that either.”

[semiprcious]

nickythegiant:

“are you sure?”, he asked, still feeling awful. “i’ll pay to get it dry cleaned and delivered or whatever for you,” he said. he nodded, “of course there’s no strings attached, it’s just an apology beer, the least i could do, y’know.”

“i mean, if you’re offering, you can pick it up,” nico grinned, “i’ll gladly tell you where to send it. but honestly, wouldn’t you rather just get another drink?”

“i’m absolutely parched.“

[semiprcious]

@tctentanz 

“i swear to god,” nico swung his arm, whacking an empty cup that had been on the tabletop into the air, “i cannot find my fucking drumsticks. if i find out you had anything to do with this--”

he cut himself off, shaking his head slowly, but the unspoken threat still hung in the air menacingly. there was a moment of silence as nico swept his discerning gaze across the room once more. after determining that the aforementioned drumsticks were not, indeed, somewhere on his person or the last place he had left them, he jutted his chin out in defiance.

“i swear to god that i don’t need you shits anyways. you don’t want me to play? fine. i won’t play.”

[semiprcious]

hi!! so i’m the worst at intros, but i’m a and here’s nico giuseppe bianchi, the drummer for renegade. he’s a selfish italian boy who decided their actions don’t have consequences and lives in a scarily burden-free world. 

i have-- a more detailed bio in the works, but here’s a base intro. TW please be warned of mentions of drugs, drinking, organized crime and otherwise sensitive subjects.  like to plot?

「 ASH STYMEST, MALE, 24, RISE AGAINST. 」┈ did you read that latest viral gossip issue on NICO BIANCHI?  he/they are the DRUMMER in RENEGADE, one of my favorite HARDCORE PUNK groups. they’ve been releasing music for FIVE YEARS now, but viral gossip has only been talking about them for the last MONTH. get this, i think i heard THEY HAVE TIES TO THE SOUTH AFRICAN MOB. they’re known as the SHAMELESS of the music industry, since they have a rep for being UNINHIBITED but VINDICTIVE, but who knows. maybe that will change once they become #1.  

BACKSTORY

nico was born to a single mother in capetown, south africa. she was heavily connected to the mob (a branch of the sicilian mafia), a powerful and usually stern woman, but, as soon as nico was born and she looked into his eyes, she became afraid.

no, not because she hated him, but rather because , in that moment, she had never loved anything so much. he was her little prince, the only thing she had ever had all to her own-- and, because of that, she would never be able to deny him anything.

so, though he was taught from his other 'Family' members to be tough and self-sufficient, to shun weakness, and to make sure no one ever got the best of him, he was also spoiled, allowed to do whatever he wanted without fear of consequence.

to be fair, this lack of restriction allowed nico to live honestly at an early age. by sixteen, he was out as being bisexual to everyone who knew them and he had no shame about it.  

but it also led him to have no shame about anything.

he had no problem with subjecting others to casual cruelty. he was callous and self-absorbed. he never really had to stop to consider how others felt or what his actions really entailed for others. he lived in a self-indulgent and lascivious world and didn't care for anyone else's perspective.

he was... flamboyant, magnetic, reckless, full of sharp edges. he still is. but back then, he was a bull in a china shop. he pulled you in, so he could trample you. with every kiss, he consumed.

and then--- he left the Life.

make no mistake. it's not that he had any qualms with the oft violent and corrupt lifestyle of those associated with the mob.  he had never even been close to a good person-- he didn't suddenly develop a moral compass, feel compassion for the people he hurt.

he just- he couldn't stay.

look, im not saying he has a bunch of diamonds somewhere in his home. but i'm like- i'm not not saying it, okay? there’s a reason his url is semiprcious and its bc.... well, that’s between me and god. the point is-- he's out of the life. he's not here in la to get intensely involved in the criminal underworld. he's here to have fun, to break hearts and take no shit from anyone.

he’s here. he’s queer. he’s got eyeliner smudges all over his hands, fingers that are stained from chain-smoking cigarettes. he’s sharp as a whip. he’s mean as a snake. he’ll be kind to you long enough to charm you, drop you as soon as he loses interest.

they just... do what they want. they always have.  it’s been 24 years. no one has ever told them no. they’re not going to start listening to people now. 

MORE

so... gender is a lie.  though they do mostly identify as male, they do tend towards nonbinary descriptors.

as for their sexuality-- they suppose the technical term would be bi or pan, but the truth is the best descriptor for their attraction is that they’re a narcissist. they like people who give off the same vibes as they do. 

nicknames? do they give condescending names to everyone? hell yeah. will this piss off your muse? probably. will they stop? no. 

are... they having an ugly realization that, for the first time in their life, their band members won’t let them get away with... everything? yeah. 

nico loves to go out and does smoke and drink, but he stays (mostly) out of drugs. WARNING: he is not v considerate of people who rely on drugs/addiction. this is less due to demonization of the drug and more because of the fact that he feels like it makes them weak? this is a very toxic thought, but nico ... doesn’t care.

look... he’s a bad. he’s cold, self-absorbed, narcissistic, flamboyant, vain, clever, persuasive. don’t let him get close to u... bc... why be nice? this is a cruel world, babes. u gotta look out for urself.

i hate this ugly. 

i really do. 

POSSIBLE CONNECTS

one night stands

current flings (if he calls u... an ice cream flavor... its bc you’re the flavor of the month, not bc ur sweet... watch out)

exes on bad terms that nico literally pretends never happened which probably makes ur muse angry

party friends

party enemies (ur... too wild or u cant match his wildness)

[nickythegiant]

he lounged against a chair, a beer in one hand and the other tapping against his thigh as bobbed his head to the music playing. parties weren’t really his thing, they were one of the only things he didn’t like, one of the few that made him feel overwhelmed, but he did anything his management recommended he do. he looked around at the others present, nearly all of them several years his junior, and sighed, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he took another swig of his beer. he was just about to stand when he was bumped into, the rest of his beer falling onto someone else, “shit, fuck. shit, i’m sorry. i’m fucking sorry,” he said, his face apologetic, “i’m sorry. can i get you a beer or some paper towels or something to make it up?”

[semiprcious]

“don’t be,“ nico leered. most of the drink had landed squarely on his jacket before sliding off, but he still made a show of shedding it. it hung on his index finger limply, before he shrugged and led it slide to the floor.  

“too much effort to take it to be dry cleaned,” he said finally. nico took a seat and propped his chin on his fist, raising an eyebrow,  “i’ll take a beer, though. so long as there’s no strings attached.”

[ibbyfashion]

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