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[petitsdieu]

୧‿︵‿︵ 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆🚿 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑟 🛁 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒕𝒖𝒃.

He’s a nebula spill, right off the fingertips, twice fed down the mouth— Her mouth. She's toying the idea of sucking on the digit with her lips pressed to his thumb-print. Her finger presses into his mid-palm. If she could hold his hand closer, she would.

Like fuse together close.

She could be closer all around. Parted at the knees to limb-fit easy into him, floating with him near the middle. It hardly feels like enough. She holds her mouth down. Her wet to the tip of him. Before it's falling off her bottommost lip to make room for a mouthful of words instead.

❛ I've never let anyone in my bathtime before. ❜

Maybe some lucky glance or two from the sideline. There's some past lover that might have lingered in a doorframe reading her a magazine expert that fed her Love-In ideologies. His name escapes her now. Captain Vought's eroded it from her temporal lobe. As in, how could she think of anyone else when he's around?

She turns into his hand now. Cheek into the hug of his palm. A playful bite-in. A warm kiss here, and there. Her thumb absentmindedly pets at his inner wrist.

All pulse-tension. All warm tenderness.

𝒇𝒕. @sieverts

[petitsdieu]

"In a good way, yeah. I can't imagine meeting someone, feeling like we've met before, in a bad way... though I guess, I can now." Although she could anticipate him accepting more than rejecting, she was pleasantly surprised that there seemed to be no hesitation. He just goes along with lying on the ground with her.

"Okay, this is going to sound absolutely filthy. And don't get me wrong, I love being on my back for that reason, too. But this is my favorite position. Just to... like, be? Do you know what I mean?"

She remembers being a kid, running away to the beach in the middle of the night to escape the monsters and horrors of her life. Replace the scary footsteps of adults for the soothing calls of the ocean. And she'd lay on her back and feel like she was in a snow globe. And there was something about it that made her feel small but not in the same way the people in her life had. In a calm, solace kind of way. Like she could disappear, float up the stars, and be a celestial, glimmering light.

"I like the way the world looks from down here. Visual perspective and all. It's just different. And god, it feels really good. Not to feel gravity, as much."

"Naturally... However many tens of thousands of species of plants there are, there's bound to be some you haven't run across unless you're mother nature herself." She's selling herself short, to his thinking. He wouldn't know what to do with any sort of plant... except for orchids now, thanks to Hara.

He really doesn't get that often—not once, as far as he can recall—and he absolutely loves that she assumes he must. As if the ease of their evening together so far is the rule and not the miraculous exception. As if he wasn't hiding from a confrontation, dejected and stewing, when he'd spotted her across the lawn.

He banishes the thought from his mind before it can take root, determined not to let anything spoil their good time. He deserves a pleasant party, and Hara deserves him at his best.

"I feel the same way, honestly. It's strange– in a good way." When she invites him to lay in the grass he obliges, sighing softly as he looks up at the moon and stars. He's not sure when the last time was that he stopped to just take them in. Surely he must be glowing, filled to the brim with simple joy like this.

[petitsdieu]

cont. 𝒇𝒕. @fawnworked

He doesn't miss a beat. "'Course you can." He may as well let the situation take charge of itself– or let Hara take charge of it, as it increasingly seems she's keen on doing. It's no matter; Oliver is more than amenable to letting her steer the ship, curious as to where it may go. He leans over the edge of the bathtub, resting his head on his crossed arms and looking up at her. "Come warm up."

Her thumb edges the door frame where she's kept her gaze. But when he gives her the greenlight, she does not hesitate to move.

Her slip of a dress stays on when she steps into the bath with him. She slinks into the opposite curve. Legs folded to her chest as she fills the empty space. But although there's room to breath, it does not bother her when limbs touch. The warmth of the water and his company does her well.

She closes her eyes for a spell. A soft, balmy smile on her lips. The thing is, she knew he would say yes but that didn't make it any less sweeter when she was proven right.

[kindcstguardian]

The art of disguise is             — knowing how to hide in plain sight.

Name. ( 한주민 )   Han Jumin

Nickname. Ice Prince, Cat Lover

Age. Korean: 24 | International: 23

Star sign. Libra  ( October 5th )

Religion. Christian  ( brought up; former )

Sexual Orientation. Pansexual

Languages. Korean, Italian, Spanish, French, English & Arabic.

Height. 184 cm

Weight. 78 kg

Specialty. Acting, rehearsing, paperwork

Likes. Elizabeth the 2rd, reading, wine-tasting, walking

Dislikes. Big dogs, his father, tight schedules, stalkers

GENERAL DESCRIPTION.

Heir of the C&R International Company as well as the face of it, Han Jumin is widely known as the 'Ice Prince' due to being devoid of emotions everywhere else except in stage. .

BACKGROUND.

   Still born heir of C&R International Company, he comes from a divorce caused by his womanizer father and, for a while, the man contemplated how lonely he felt raising a child on his own but that soon ended when he got married again.    It's from childhood that he started to suppress emotions, his anger towards his father, the pity towards his mother, the anxiety he felt when responsibilities would be shoved at him and expected to be fulfilled with no mistakes—he started to suppress it all to the point of becoming numb.    V, his best friend, had recommended him taking acting classes when in middle school, as a way to vent his emotions—and it worked, marvelously. His father, too, used this to his advantage ( having the upper hand ) and made Jumin take part of plays and musicals, to give an image of C&R that showed that they could truly cover all fields to satisfy people's needs.

VERSES.

MAIN VERSE.

TAG.  「 V000 ; Jumin  ／ ᴵᵗ’ˢ ᵉᵃˢʸ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵉˡᵉˢˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ 」

Pre-meeting MC.

   His life is quite stressful therefore he surrounds his everyday with work, every possible role he can take—he’ll do it, main, extra, anything will do just not to think. Jumin Han has been labeled as a workaholic and they are right, but no one complains because even if he does fill his schedule to a madness point, it’s always impeccable without a single mistake done.    That’s how much he’s devoted to acting and taking the role, the life of another character and feeling it as if it were his own. Whether it’s worse, better or something bittersweet—directors have the highest expectations out of him, and Jumin never disappoints.

MEETING MC VERSE.

TAG.  「 001 ; Jumin  ／ ᴼⁿᵉ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵃᵘᵗⁱᵒᵘˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᵇᵗᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ˢᵒᶜⁱᵃˡ ᵐᵉᵈⁱᵃ 」

   Certainly, a new face brought a certain refreshing touch to his life despite under what circumstances they have joined the RFA. Someone so caring and understanding, it was nice to have such a company.    Their personality was nice too, making Jumin trust them with ease regardless of not showing it. Of course, the RFA was divided into those who trusted and those who did not because of Rika’s words: she did trust them, which proved to be enough for Jumin and others.

PRE- V’S DEATH VERSE.

TAG.  「 002 ; Jumin  ／ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᵃ ʲᵒʸᶠᵘˡ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ⁱ ᵗʳᵉᵃˢᵘʳᵉ 」

   Jumin is often seen smiling even after practice in the studio, he’s a content man who gets to hang out as often as he can with his best and childhood friend—someone he loves deeply and means the world for him to the point that a meeting everyday is a must: in his tight schedule he, somehow, manages to make an hour or even thirty minutes work.    He has an unhealthy dependable relationship with V that neither had quite realized for he’s attached to him. Both depend on each other’s mood and situations to an extent. It’s safe to assume V is the reason Jumin is unable to connect with anyone emotionally wise speaking due himself having emotions towards V that are unclear for him.

AFTER V’S DEATH VERSE.

TAG.  「 003 ; Jumin ／ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘⁿ ?  ᶠᵒʳ ⁱᵗˢ ᵈᵃʳᵏⁿᵉˢˢ ⁱˢ ᵇˡⁱⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ 」

   After V died and Rika had to take care of the RFA, Jumin had changed drastically and for the worst.    He had locked himself within his penthouse, always in the floor that is his place to live—never leaving, everyday losing weight and will to live despite maids leaving food inside his room and Elizabeth the 3rd being by his side.    Jumin has severe depression and seems unable to move on, went as far as to quit acting. Calling it a hiatus and ditching everything he was currently working on, his father paying the price for everything which made him utterly mad but even a womanizer and easy to brainwash man like his father could understand what and who V meant to Jumin.

BAD ENDING VERSE.

TAG.  「 004 ; Jumin ／ ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ⁱᶠ ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢᵉ ᵍᵒ ᵃʰᵉᵃᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶜᵘᵗ ᵐᵉ ˡᵒᵒˢᵉ 」

   Failing to make Jumin slow down with his jobs and taking care of himself, this leads for him to increase his unhealthy coping mechanisms much like drinking copious amounts of alcohol and smoking as if his life depended on it.    His image is starting to rotten despite his former meticulous care since, once again, he can’t bring himself to care about anything despite surviving and barely covering everyday needs like eating and sleep—choosing to ditch his dream of being an actor; he becomes the president of C&R International and is a copy of his father. A womanizer, trying to fill the emptiness and broken being that MC has left for an excuse of a human being.    Except, he stirs much more scandal due to dating men as well.

BAD RELATIONSHIP VERSE.

TAG.  「 005 ; Jumin ／ ᴬⁿᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˢʰ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵈ 」

   Failing to properly show how love works and to help him move on from V’s death, causes Jumin to become dependable of MC much like he was of V.    He doesn’t go as far as to assume they are the same person, but he can’t live a day without MC by their side. Threatening to end it all if they do leave him alone because he can’t afford to feel that emptiness again, because no one else can that empty hole within his chest, where his heart is supposed to be.

MINT EYE VERSE.

TAG.  「 006 ; Jumin ／ ᵀᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵉˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ, ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉˡˡ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵃˡˢ 」

   Figuring out V had never been dead but had become a cult leader made him go mad, hysterically laughing it off and ditching it all: his life, future, RFA.    The man who was once known as Han Jumin, recognized actor for his talent and fame due being an heir no longer existed—tons of rumors that he had committed suicide, been kidnapped or murdered due venomous glares spread everywhere. His father put a reward for his son to be found dead or alive but it would be impossible since he had ceased to exist.    Brainwashed and acting as a loyal dog to V, his once grey eyes had been turned to mint and he’s the one operating in the shadows like some sort of hitman for V in case any follower misbehaved or the RFA tried to break into the mansion.ba.

ACCIDENT / AMNESIA VERSE.

TAG.  「 007 ; Jumin ／ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢʷᵒʳⁿ ᴵ ˢᵃʷ ᵃ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ 」

   Both Driver Kim and himself had been involved in an accident of three cars and a truck; his driver had died before the ambulance had arrived but Jumin had barely made it.    Once he was taken to the hospital and everything that could be done, was done—it took three months for him to wake up with no memories of whom he was, to begin with.    Yet, oddly enough, he could recall the faces of the RFA members and has labeled as important—unlike his father, whom he loved deeply, disliked seeing him cry but could not recall any memory of him acting as family or support in any way.

IDOL VERSE.

TAG.  「 008 ; Jumin ／ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᶜʳᵘˢʰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵉˢᵗ 」

   Dancing, having a radio-show, appearing on reality and cooking shows, singing on stage and being cheered on but, more importantly, acting—how happier could he be?    This time around, his connection to the RFA is complicated given he doesn’t have that much time to interact with them. Little to nothing and has become an invisible presence like Rika herself has.    But Jumin adores working this much, except this time he does put limits on himself given he’s not part of a unit and is a single.

WRECK IT, RALPH VERSE.

TAG.  「 009 ; Jumin  ／  」

Tba.

MUTANT / FOR CROSSOVERS WITHHEROES,ETC. VERSE.

TAG.  「 010 ; Jumin  ／ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵉˢˢᵉⁿᵗⁱᵃˡ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵃ ˡᵉᵛᵉˡ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘᵐˢᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉˢ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ ʳᵃᵖⁱᵈˡʸ 」

   A drunk man and a mother who is little known about to nothing, Han Jumin is a product of that combination.    Except when growing up, and seeing how much the pressure was starting to be put on his shoulders—he wished there were more of him. Unaware that he was a mutant himself due his mother’s DNA, what he said was actually his power.    He could multiply himself and give them orders since they have a limited free will—sometimes, he abuses of this but no one in the media needs to figure this out or else he’d be in problems.ba.

SELF-AWARE VERSE.

TAG.  「 011 ; Jumin  ／ ᴱᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵒʷⁿ  ‘ᶜʰᵒⁱᶜᵉˢ’ 」

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   Mystic Messenger game was corrupted when a virus corrupted the device of the user and therefore many files along with it, causing Jumin to become aware that he is a game—a dating simulator game with no choices in his own fate, the choices the player made where the ones that decided whether he’d earn a good or a miserable life.    Offended by this, and partially enraged, he’s trying to pair up with the other one character who knew about this all along to make everyone else become free themselves.ba.

DREAM DADDY VERSE.

TAG.  「 012 ; Jumin  ／ ᶠᵃⁱʳ ᵗʳᵃᵈᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᴵ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᶜᵃʳᵛᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢᵐᵃⁿ 」

   In this verse, he had been once a married man and is currently in his late 30′s.    After his father’s retirement and him assuming his role of heir, therefore quitting acting his only passion, Jumin has been taking care of C&R International but, even someone like him, needs a vacation.    Plus, he had a child, Amanda, to raise on his own after his beloved one has passed away due an illness. Without asking Amanda who did protest without much effort and just for the sake of it, he left things in charge of his second hand and went on a vacation to Maple Bay, a quiet and small town.    A nice and tranquil change of pace.ba.

ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE VERSE.

TAG.  「 013 ; Jumin  ／ ᴴᵘᵐᵃⁿ'ˢ ᵖˢʸᶜʰᵒˡᵒᵍʸ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉ ⁱˢ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉˣᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉʳᵖˡᵉˣᵉᵈ 」

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   Cheritz is a world-known company that creates androids for people as companions—friends, assistants, lovers included.    Han Jumin is one of the many popular ones, however, the alternative version didn’t gain much popularity as the original one with a background story and everything settled if one wished to roleplay with it. Thus, the project of the alternative was stopped much to the few fans dismay that had ordered it but only a small amount of people received their Han Jumin, Ice Prince.

LOVESICK VERSE.

TAG.  「 014 ; Jumin  ／ ᴬˡʷᵃʸˢ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗʳᵃⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵃˡˡ, ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ 」

Theatre professor.

Tba.

? VERSE.

TAG.  「 0? ; Jumin  ／  」

Tba.

TAGS.

「 Han Jumin ／ ᴹⁱʳʳᵒʳ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃˡˡ, ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᴵ ᵃ��� ? 」

「 Han Jumin ／ INQUIRY」

「 Han Jumin ／ MUSINGS 」

「 Han Jumin ／ VISAGE 」

「 Han Jumin ／ MANNERISMS 」

「 Han Jumin ／ HEADCANON 」

「 Han Jumin ／ INTROSPECTION」

「 Han Jumin ／ ROMANCE 」

「 Han Jumin ／ CRACK 」

RELATIONSHIPS.

✘ ·  ♡（   ）

[petitsdieu]

Earn. To every rolling sparkle of her shower-slick body — to the heat-swell-wet cunt — no, weeping — she could make the ocean a dry basin in comparison.

Nevermind the weight she holds in loyalty to their friendship, or whatever appropriate name could stick a lacing between them. Does she think he means it when he asks this of her? Uncertain with a leaning towards no. But she doesn't like the sediment regardless. Let her family stay the hoop-holders. With Leon, she won't jump. She'll effortlessly glide into him. Like always.

Playfully, she comments back, ❛ Je suis toute mouillée et sexy. ❜ Is he fluent? He's understood her French thus far.

Still, she's a full-cheeked smile as she stares up at him. Her teeth play against her knuckle. Her mouth. Her ever-needing-ever-wanting mouth.

Her foot rubs his naked naked, absentmindedly, Until an ankle latches him at his hip and she tugs inwards. Hide tide engaging a crash to shorelines. She wants to blur the distinction of her and him, him and her.

she looks so beautiful like this, naked and wanton. he almost doesn't want to move from his seat, where he holds a whiskey glass on atop his suited thigh. bringing the glass to his lips chinking against the glass. only clad in suit pants. he'd gazed upon her as she stripped and now he's biding his time, planning what he wants to do first to her.

@petitsdieu said I want to take your cum. ( leon, obvi )

her words have him almost forgoing any foreplay he'd been planning, almost. he has to stay strong. he downs the rest of the whiskey before rising from the leather chair. tapping his fingers on the rim of the glass as he sets it down on the table next to the chair. still-booted feet carry him to where she's positioned on the bed. single digit follows the length of her bare body, up to under her chin. “do you believe you’ve earned it?” cocks his head.

[theteenagetrickster]

'It's a war zone': why is a generation of rappers dying young? | Music | The Guardian

It could seem insensitive, yet Jacob Thureson's moms and dads, Erik and Judy, were actually certainly not also worried when they found out about his latest overdose. It had taken place a number of times currently as well as the 18-year-old rap artist had actually constantly created it out of hospital in one piece. Thureson, that executed under the label Hella Sketchy, was actually one of the surge of emo-influenced snare rappers that arised utilizing the popular music system SoundCloud. He had just recently transferred coming from the family home in Texas to Los Angeles after being authorized to Atlantic Records.

As Erik steered to work, he cycled by means of a mental list of possibilities: a lot more inpatient treatment? Thureson had actually been to rehab, two times. Ketamine therapy?

There would be no further program. Not long after Erik left behind for job, Judy obtained another telephone call. Things were actually really negative, as well as they ought to pertain to the medical facility right now. Fourteen times later, on 27 June 2019, Thureson died.

Numerous younger rap artists have passed away before couple of years. Mac computer Miller perished in 2018 aged 26 after taking in cocaine and also bogus oxycodone including the man-made opioid fentanyl. Lil Squeak died at 21 in 2017-- an accidental fentanyl and Xanax overdose. Extract WRLD passed away late in 2013 after a drug-induced seizure aboard a private plane. It is felt he accepted various Percocet supplements in an effort to conceal them as cops robbed the aircraft. On New Year's Time, an uncommon women fatality: Minnesota rapper Lexii Alijai, the target of however another unexpected fentanyl overdose.

Together with these fatalities by accident, there are the victims of intense unlawful act. Despite being implicated of dreadful misuse by an ex-partner, XXXTentacion delighted in enormous popularity just before being gotten rid of in 2018 aged 20 as he was actually robbed outside a Florida bike car dealership. Pittsburgh rap artist Jimmy Wopo-- proclaimed as the inheritor to local forefathers Wiz Khalifa and Macintosh Miller-- was gotten rid of in a drive-by capturing the exact same day. Pair of full weeks eventually, 21-year-old Canadian rap artist and also Drake tourmate Smoke Dawg was actually eliminated outside a Toronto club. In March 2019, Nipsey Hussle was shot lifeless outside his Los Angeles clothes establishment.

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yet I wan na die," on his 2017 monitor The Brightside. Looking at such lyrics, you might sensibly conclude that these rap artists intended to pass away. Yet while a few of them carried out encounter mental disease and also dependency, their fatality desire was as a lot of an aesthetic as the pink hair and also face tattoos. Why performed the nihilistic position end up being a self-fulfilling revelation, finishing the everyday lives of youthful folks barely out of their adolescents? And what may be performed to prevent it? One complication hinges on the technique these rappers 'jobs have actually constructed along with remarkable velocity. While earlier productions of entertainers may spend years gigging before being spotted, DO-IT-YOURSELF rap celebrities have circumvented the file business's gatekeepers to accumulate wealth and excellence-- typically while still in their adolescents-- leaving all of them battling to adjust to unexpected fame." Peep went coming from having no supervisor to being managed through a large business that takes care of prominent performers, as well as with that said happened more funds as well as even more stress," claims his friend and also collaborator Adam McIlwee, who executes as Wicca Phase Springs Eternal. The rap game isn't like every other industry. There are a considerable amount of weapons and also bullets flying around In a sector that is actually ruthlessly committed to uncovering the popular new point, pastoral treatment could be void. Tape tags often do not look after regarding these rappers." They understand that when they're carried out, the upcoming SoundCloud or Instagram rap artist is responsible for all of them," mentions Calvin Emoticon, a specialist in hip-hop as well as social compensation at Seeker University in New York City. On an also much more negative details, he concerns why Juice WRLD was actually carrying his medicines personally. "I have actually been actually around hip-hop performers, and also the rule of finger is that there is actually a close friend that carries the medications as well as takes the loss," Smiley claims." You ponder: where were his trainers? Where were actually people providing him direction?" The function of control is additionally happening under scrutiny. Peep's mother, Liza Womack, is filing a claim against Very first Gain access to Entertainment, who managed the rap artist. She asserts that they encouraged substance abuse on Lil Peep's ultimate scenic tour, would certainly obtain medicines for him, and also drove the rapper beyond excess of "what a person of his age and maturation level could possibly take care of psychologically, emotionally, as well as physically".( First Get Access To Home entertainment carried out not reply to an ask for comment, yet in a legal submitting possesses mentioned its own negotiations along with Peep were actually" simply of a company attribute as well as certainly not the kind of exclusive connection generating a private task of treatment".) McIlwee claims that Squeak had a fight along with his monitoring not long before he passed away. "I know there was a show he did certainly not wish to participate in for whatever main reason-- as well as [the drug-taking] was him simply presenting the globe he didn't truly care." McIlwee claims that labels and also control need to give performers time to recuperate." If your musician remains in trouble, you possess to come in and mention it is actually opportunity to take a go back or re-evaluate the release routine, the touring," he says. "So the artist may obtain healthy and balanced as well as possess a long profession. That does not take place much, because long careers are boring."

There are actually signs that lessons are being actually learned. Giuseppe Zappala of Galactic Records manages Lil Tecca, the 17-year-old SoundCloud wunderkind whose track Ransom money hit No 4 in the United States and also has actually collected greater than 650m plays on Spotify. He has actually found out to check out Tecca's state of minds thoroughly: if the young rapper seems overtired, Zappala is going to remove the timetables. He makes certain that Tecca contends minimum a time off between shows and also scenic tours final no more than five weeks. In some cases he carries chefs while driving to guarantee he is actually consuming well. Sleep is another priority, although there is actually a limit to what Zappala can possibly do, considered that Tecca is a teenager. "There will certainly be actually opportunities when Tec would like to go to the workshop until 8am," Zappala sighs. "I claim: 'That might certainly not make the best sense, considering that you have actually obtained a show tomorrow at 1pm.' It concerns trying to instil routine in him."

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Braden L Morgan, known as developer Nedarb Nagrom, was Peep's flatmate for three years. He strongly believes Squeak over used medicines to reduce the tensions of touring, which he despised, which hangers-on supplying him medicines made traits worse. "He was definitely good and will okay every thing, thus he would certainly carry out whatever anybody gave him. And also as he received a lot more prominent, more folks intended to be his good friend, so they gave him the stuff much more" He calls Peep's death an awful mishap. "He received unlucky. I believe that if he hadn't passed away, he was mosting likely to loosen up."

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There are actually promising evidence that the rap culture is actually beginning to course-correct. "There's sufficient of a bad taste in everybody's oral cavity that stating, 'go come a molly' does not really feel now," says Duval. The retaliation has been actually rumbling for an even though: J Cole's 2018 diss path 1985 was actually cutting concerning SoundCloud rappers. "They wan na find you wipe, they wan na view you put a tablet/ They wan na view you tattooed coming from your skin to your heels."

As the analgesic cosmetic comes to be less fashionable, rappers are actually becoming more mindful of the notification they are actually delivering to followers. Musicians including Isaiah Rashad, Lucki, Travis Scott and also Danny Brown have actually communicated out regarding prescription medicine dependency. Sacramento rapper Mozzy has recommended his followers to quit lean. Lucki, taken into consideration through some to be actually the father of SoundCloud rap, talks in Freewave 3 concerning his mama finding the impact of bank on his kidneys. Also Lil Xan, conveniently very most high-handed performer within this team, has taken into consideration transforming his name.

'Immobilize the ache with the funds': exactly how hip-hop turned nihilistic

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As Miller performed in his most significant hit, it is actually time to lastly start practising some self-care. But the worry ought to not be up to people: as tags as well as control exploit this surge, they have to take more significant duty for performer well-being. "You have to prioritise their health and wellness and also joy and happiness before popular music or even fame," says Zappala. "It is actually hard being a prosperous musician, not recognizing whether the individuals around you possess genuine intentions."

His objectives for Tecca are crystal clear. "I am actually heading to create Tec right into an artist that has a 10, 15-year job," claims Zappala. "When he's 30, he's still heading to be actually appropriate."

This content was originally published here.

[mikunology]

Mikunology Files 1: Premise

So I guess I better start this, huh? My post did get a decent amount of likes and I dunno if everyone really wants me to do this or not but might as well and I need to keep track of this anyway @ask-vocal-android, @ask-model-cv02 and @incorrectvocalandroidquotes do have a sort of “shared universe” or something like that. I’ve actually had this little universe in mind for a WHILE now, and I’ve tried to make it as a fanfiction, but I’ve had to restart that fanfiction about 3 times because of negative reception (which made me wonder if I should be doing this at all). But I’ve kept working on it quietly, and I guess I should explain what it’s all about at least for the sake of letting people know what I’m actually talking about sometimes when I refer to things inside this verse.

I simply call it the “Vocal Android Verse”, and I am now declaring that this is (obviously) NOT CANON IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM, NOR WOULD I EVER SAY THIS IS. I know for a fact tons of people in this fandom mistake stuff for canon when it isn’t, and I don’t want anyone doing it with my own stuff. All of this is, in a word, headcanons, and the headcanons I go off of when I make things regarding Vocaloid.

Now, let’s get started, I guess. If you wanna keep reading, go under the cut. But be warned: there’s A LOT OF READING.

PART 1: THE STORY OF CRYPTON FACILITIES AND CV01

So let’s start from the beginning: this universe’s plot (or, resemblance of a plot) takes place several years into the future, 2100 to be exact. Everything is hyperfuturistic and because I’m an optimist, everything is generally good. Humans have already begun space travel, robots are a common asset in the home and everyone is doing pretty well. In the midst of this future, in the megacity of Sapporo, Hokkaido, Japan, a company known as Crypton Future Labs (a technology company that has focused on music and robotic technology for several years) has been musing over the idea of creating an android. But not just any android–a truly humanlike android, one with emotions and free movement and everything, that can fulfill several of the research efforts they had been studying for years.

To create such an android, Crypton Future Labs turns to its most renowned scientists: Dr. Meiko Sakine, and Dr. Kaito Shion. Tasked with creating the perfect android idol, the duo set to work with their fellow scientists to create something that could not only satisfy the curiosity and hunger of the higher-ups, but bring something good into the world. The android was designed to be a teenage schoolgirl for the sake of appeal, and was fitted with several different features in case her purpose as an idol was unfulfilled. These abilties ranged from simply dancing realistically, to even superrobotics…but I’ll get to that later. Needless to say, after a countless tests, experiments, prototypes and complaints, Sakine and Shion emerged with their new android on August 31, 2107.

Codenamed CV01 but officially named Hatsune Miku, the android made her debut on stage and became an instant hit. Not only was she considered a scientific marvel due to her sheer fluidity and genuine emotion, but her catchy music and cute voice was loved by the populace. Miku began to rise in fame quickly, sweeping the globe, releasing various albums and singing at a variety of stages in several places. Meiko and Kaito were proud of their creation (who grew to have a parent-daughter connection with them) and everything was pretty much good.

…But then Miku got lonely. Which brings us to…

PART 2: THE BIRTH OF THE KAGAMINE TWINS

As much as Miku enjoyed the fame brought to her, she found herself rather lonesome. Other than Meiko and Kaito and some of the scientists, Miku didn’t always interact with humans–other than for jobs, she actually was rarely allowed out. She also didn’t even have much company from the robots in the facility; they couldn’t think or feel like she did. This began to bother her, and so she asked Meiko if it would be possible to make her a friend.

Truthfully, at the time, Meiko and Kaito were already busy; due to the success of Miku, the executives had begged Crypton’s scientists to continue to VOCALOID Project and create a line of robots similar to their star. Meiko and Kaito had initially been iffy at the idea due to budget and other complications, but after hearing Miku’s request, Meiko and Kaito decided to kill two birds with one stone in the end. The team decided to design two new androids: a boy and a girl, with the prospect being that one would be made to do the singing job while the other would be made as a companion for Miku. However, as Meiko thought on it, she decided to give them both the assets needed to be singers–and thus make them twins. While the scientists opposed at first due to the extra work, Meiko got the executives’ jump on the idea to convince them.

Thus, a long while later (the next December 27) Miku’s belated Christmas present was a pair of twins: collectively named CV02, and named by Miku herself as the Kagamine Twins.

With the twins at her side, the Vocaloids grew to be even more popular, with Rin and Len proving to be a massive hit with their duets and tag-teaming. Miku began to go on adventures with her new friends/siblings, and once again, life was good.

But then things got a bit more grandiose.

PART 3: HOW MIKU BECAME A HEROINE

So I think this is the part where you tell me all my ideas are stupid and that I’m stupid. Or that I watch too much My Life as a Teenage Robot. Which I suppose I do, but I really like this idea anyway.

Once the Kagamines settled in, one of the things Rin did not too long after is “borrow” a road roller after seeing one in town. Being the ambitious person she is, she planned to enlist her brother’s help to make it the perfect vehicle for the both of them, with the added feature of it being able to transform into a mecha (yes you read tha right). Rin did eventually achieve this, but before she could put the thing on a test run, someone had hijacked the it with a mysterious software that caused the road roller to go haywire. Since Rin wasn’t around and the mess it was causing was getting out of hand, Miku and Len took it upon themselves to try and stop the mech and save Sapporo.

Which wasn’t the best idea, because they ended up getting their asses kicked at first. But once Rin returned, the trio worked together to take out the software and stopped the ensuing rampage. While Rin was chided for the whole mech idea in the first place, the populace appreciated the group’s efforts and the team were declared heroes.

Ever since then, it didn't take long for Miku and pals to become weirdness magnets of sorts, getting mixed up in various city-threatening incidents as they gained new friends and rivals in the other Vocaloid characters. But in case anyone thinks that this whole "superhero plot" is dumb and unnecessary, be assured that truthfully, the Cryptons end up trying to keep themselves out of trouble than trying to keep Sapporo out of trouble.

There’s much more to this, of course. I didn’t go into detail on Luka because she came about in a much less spectacular manner than the other characters. There’s also quite a few subplots–things regarding Haku and Neru, things regarding the UTAUs, things regarding a certain secret agency monitoring everyone for the sake of science…tons of stuff.

I dunno what I’ll do with this, truthfully. I’ll definitely make a list of characters later, but for now, I wanted to get this out. I don’t know if I’ll make something serious out of this considering my previous attempts, but you know, whatever happens.

[petitsdieu]

With her print concealing the string patina, coffee is an understandable guess. She waits her tea's warm up as he services himself a cup of something himself. She half watches him express the coffee ritual through handwork. He has such a lovely pair. Musicians always did.

His loveletter comment renders her speechless. The microwave talks before she does — yelling its ready, she obliges it to a hush and opens it, takes her beverage and warms her left hand with it. She wants to answer him but can not find the words to accept it. She mugs to the brim and than sips.

❛ You shined. I enjoyed watching the performer alight the moment he, you, stepped on stage. ❜ The truest art.

He returns warmly her one-armed hug, his room's door still opened onto the empty, fluorescent hall. "Nay," admits he bashfully, and the afterstink of her coffee pulls another craving upon him. The latch of the closing door is merely another bow onto this sacred Evening. "'Twere a beauteous rite better than anything I hath dreamed. Thou were exquisite," shares he warmly.

"Magnifique sur scène comme une nymphe fraîchement sortie de la rivière," completes he, and Roland laughs and goes for his own little coffeemaker, a cheap thing with tiny cups of sealed brew instead of messy grounds. "Sublime, thine notes," awes Roland, fiddling with the coffeemaker.

[petitsdieu]

c 𝑓𝑡. @onslaughted

Billy looked like a floating Dragonet riding a sea of people. Hara would know, she caught the last thirty-something minutes of it. Almost long enough to lie and say she saw all of it. Almost.

Her? She floated off set time incur with the pretty penny and a half fee of over 20k. Her manager's already given her a lashing knowing damn well he's already taken a switchblade to her cut of the cake tonight. Like always, he stands to lose nothing.

And her knees are dirty from a filthy stage floor and how she can't go a set of her own without a prayer's pose and a throaty, vocal flipping display. Talent in the playful cupped hands of pop synths and weighty lyrics that will either get lost in the melody or gut you deep to a sick beat.

Those same knees are sky-reaching as she's folded neatly into the couch corner. She keeps his joint hostage between Venus's squeeze of two fingers.

She imagines it now and giggles; girl sits in front of fan to cool down, fucks up the course of her life and career. But her legacy isn't that flimsy. And he isn't that bad.

❛ I think we'd make a big splash. They'd enjoy it. ❜

It's back between her lips before a deep drag. And exhale.

[petitsdieu]

CONTINUED ft. @ohfiendangelical

      “No, it isn’t still in. Listen — you don’t understand. Don’t take me to a hospital. No hospital. This is, uh, I’m — I’m a special — a special case. It won’t help. It won’t help.”          He shakes his head rapidly, feeling panic starting to set in. He shouldn’t have come here. He should have stayed hidden in the back alleys, slowly lurching his way home through the shadows. He should have called somebody who knows what he is, knows how to heal him. Instead he’s here with her, and she doesn’t understand, and things are complicated, so complicated. He can’t go to a hospital. His coherence begins to wane:          “It was silver. That’s why it’s so bad.”  He rubs his eyes with a bloody hand and looks down at the wound. The bleeding has slowed since the initial stabbing, but it still seeps outward, staining his body and the bedding. He’s freezing; he feels tired. He doesn’t want to deal with this — he just wants to lie down and go to sleep. But he can’t. Not safely, anyway. What else can he do but tell the truth?          “I’m not crazy — I’m not crazy, okay? I need blood. To drink.”

The pulse of her own panic only increases with each passing moment. Her bottom lip trembles as she witnesses what looks like a dying man. She's seen a lot of things in her lifetime but this is too much. She doesn't think she was the right person to help him. But he's here, she's here, and it is what it is.

"I'm trying to understand..." He was right, she certainly didn't get it. She tried to relate and thought she did for a moment, but he's curved in a different direction than she expected. "Okay— you're not crazy." She feels like the crazy one. There's no real reason she should believe some of the things he's saying but he doesn't seem like he's lying either. Her knees fold as she gets on the bed with him, thumbing up his shirt to look at the wound. "Fuck...", she mumbles under her breath.

"I believe you. I do. Do you... how do I help you? Do you need my blood?" She can't believe the words coming out of her mouth or the train of thought to try and rationalize this. She figures that if this doesn't help and he's just delirious from blood loss, she'll help him her way.

[petitsdieu]

Capillaries blooming, just a pulse-reach, just a pulse-twitch under his restrained sampling.

❛ I enjoy it. ❜ She guides her voice any vocal hobbyist would; with skilled intent, un-thoughted and nature-anew. She hushes the confession and feels her meanest feeling so. The torture, the denying, the pulling him along, the bloodLust — one could be gentle and call it courting.

He'll like the taste of her blood too much and her? She likes the taste of want. Of the raw animal need. Though she could not tell you why she enjoys it. She could only say that she simply does.

Perhaps she fears ruining herself, too.

                   ⊱ i fear i'll ruin you. jasim releases an amused huff of breath, the almost-there chuckle that ghosts along her skin, before he shakes his head—a silent declaration that he deems the answer unsatisfactory.

                   of course he does, when his hunger is so palpable, emanating from him in a miasma of pure need. fervid bloodlust that forces his hand, so he believes, and inches him closer to her throat all over again. a kiss this time, instead of his teeth.

                   ❝ what is left in me for you to ruin? ❞ it's nearly melancholic, the way he says it, however he doesn't linger there for long. ❝ i'll take my chances. ❞ ⊰

[petitsdieu]

sc 𝑓𝑡. @sieverts

❛ If you don't give me a real kiss. I'm going to give you back your shirt. Right now. ❜

[petitsdieu]

“SUNDAY” THEMED PROMPTS (+18/CW) - ( mark )  for the sender to give the receiver hickies/love marks. 

In some deep alcove, in some Italian city, she lets him latch onto her. Her palms try to steady herself along a ledge detail wide enough to fit a glass on amongst the brick. Then she grabs onto his shoulder when she realizes she can't grasp onto anything else. Mind too franic to remember the hour or the name of the city their in. Or how she shouldn't be so careless with her love life now that she's got a name to protect. But she can't help it. He's just too cute.

Her nails dig into his shoulder as she hugs him close. She gasps as he hits a particular sweet spot and then moans when he considers his efforts there. Sucking a few marks on her skin as she sighs his praises. She opens her eyes to the moon once before closing her eyes off again. Her fingers kind themselves in his hair, playing with it and tugging it every so often.

𝙛𝒕. @wehavefoundthestars

[petitsdieu]

𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 👙 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 ( let them go skinny dipping )

The mellifluous lap of water, coaxes an idea. Whatever they planned, whatever they were saying, pours out to make room for a new need. You can't take her waterside and expect her not to want to touch. Just like you can't expect her to be near him and not want to touch him either.

Nature is nature.

The whispering sweet nothings of a set — a top and mini skirt — get peeled away in that order. Both off a remiss wrist, both off in his direction. She's taken the hang-loose attitude to a new degree. Underneath light draping is nothing. No bra, no panties, no bathing suit.

Off the cedar pier and straight into salt water. It scoops her to a cradle and she breaks the surface somewhere fifty or so feet away from where entered. Fingers make work to swipe her forehead free of the wet blonde veiling — all the better to look up at him with a pleading little pout and batty little lashes.

❛ The water is warm. Come in with me. ❜

❛ I need you. ❜

𝒇𝒕. @sieverts

[petitsdieu]

She was spoonfeed a platter of leak-worthy points to talk about. This was one of them.

❛ An explicit love story demands explicits, all around, no? ❜

Does she believe some of that explicit tips too far? Perhaps. There had been a steady nerve build-up on particular filming days. But how many mainstream films can say they have graphic nudity in the name of a stylistic storytelling of love? Versus the usual graphic nudity frequenting horror films or the shock value of HBO’s newer hollows.

Then again — maybe true nakedness can be uncomfortable because it suggests to be opened to a complete point. It is painful to engage in that process and even more painful to be unaccepted afterwards.

The artist must suffer some sacrifices for these truths of the skin and underneath it.

Her body feels so sacred.

❛ I’m like the peach in Call Me By Your Name. If the story’s focus was on the peach. ❜

Somewhere between peach and pie — The average reader or headliner glancer love a comparison. Something familiar to latch upon. The reference gives a myriad of imagery and tones.

She comforts the middle of the bed. Dress following the lines of her folded legs. A stack of posters to sign as she divides her attention between that and him. And him, of course she remembers him. As she does most of the people that interview her. For the worse of better of that. He files into the better. His eyes alone require that.

@petitsdieu sent :: "the nudity is entirely optional."

With a smirk and a muffled chuckle the journalist leaned forward. That wasn't the answer he was expecting, but it certainly was intriguing. Salacious interviews with emerging celebrities always did well, especially when the details were freely given and he didn't have to pry them out of his subject like a dentist pulling teeth.

Kipling tapped his pen on his notepad as the mid-day sun beamed through the hotel window and past the heavy woven curtains. The air conditioner hummed as it churned out palatable air on an unseasonably warm afternoon. This interview was sure to be worth the hundred some-odd dollars he had paid for a chance at a private encounter. Pale knuckles lightly rapped against the little chestnut desk nestled by the balcony door.

"Is there some kind of artistic statement you're trying to make through real, uncensored nudity? Or is it just... fun?"

He crossed his legs and leaned back again, awaiting an answer. Like a hawk he watched Hara's lips, rosy and plump. She was beautiful, and though he was sure she was talented he knew that she didn't need to be to bring the world's gaze onto her. He was surprised someone like her even remembered him from the brief meeting they'd had the year prior but he wasn't about to second guess an opportunity like this.

[petitsdieu]

𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒚 𝒋𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒙: 𝒆𝒑 01 ♡ ; “what are you doing? these are private.”

Hara had done her interview portion and was hanging backstage waiting for the show's second half to play a game with the other actor quest and tonight's musical act. There was a notebook on a chair that she picked up and started to read — realizing a few scribbled lines in that they must be song lyrics. She considered putting it down, however, curiosity got the best of her and she continued. Reading most of it until she was caught. Her pupils widen and her cheeks blush. "Oh, uh..." She extended the book to the Mary Stacey Carter. "These are really fucking sad. New song?"

𝒇𝒕. @songtress