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M M B X H E L O S
before diving into this and ripping off the bandaid of posting the first instalment, I bow down to my co-creators @pisspope @lemmetreatya & @fromriches-tosin. there's a longer note to u all on AO3 but to post this here without u would have been wrong. I luv u sm ok I'm gonna stop before I start crying.
I'll be posting this all on AO3. this has been a big work in progress for a very long time and is very much still ongoing. it's simple self-indulgent fun in the form of a band au/selfships! enjoy!! 💜
#alter egos hitting the internet#the day has come#MMB 4 LYF#self ship#reiner braun#zeke jaeger#jean kirschtein#onyankopon#band au#modern au#Levi ackerman#erwin smith#attack on titan#aot#attack on titan fanfic#original character#mmb#helos
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... thank you for such a milestone i am so starstruck with the amount of support and [looks at paper] uh. it's only first day out of here idk but thanks sm
#50 likes#tumblr milestone#i shouldve did an alter ego type ting ... like redid myself whole n be fake on the internet#but too late hiii now i alr hit 30 followers im rlly big now#aksjksjs joking
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so like are we done with the idea that james is a victim of the internet harassment mob or whatever you guys like to call it when in reality no one like forced him to be part of the public eye again. he had multiple times to disengage but he threw himself head first into the spotlight with some half assed apology where he used his dead mom, illiterate dad, and like 293 mental illnesses that he was in the right to do a widdle plagiarism but it’s not his fault! it’s everyone else’s fault for not being nice to him about it!!! how dare these people bring these issues to the public not thinking how james would feel about it! like ppl are forgetting there was notable period of time james went off air entirely. and every time he’s jumped back it’s always attempts to paint himself as the victim.
like be real for a second if anyone was weaponizing the internet harassment machine it was james somerton. he knew what he was doing when he posted that note. he knew the shit his victims would get for having the crime of (checks notes) voicing out their issues with him. he knew there’s people out there who are foaming at their mouths to use anything they can get their hands on as a “gotcha!” at hbomberguy (right wing people yes, but don’t act like it’s just them i’ve seen plenty of lefties trying to prove they’re superior to harry). they don’t give a shit about james, not really. he’s the dude who hbomb did a “hit piece” (yes that’s a term i’ve seen people use) and that’s what matters.
not to mention the writing that’s also very clearly targeting nick who’s basically cut ties with him at this point. james pushed all the burden on nick by saying it’s their fault, actually. he’s one of the co-writers and everything going to shit was nick’s fault when they had the audacity to move. james is faultless! with james still trying to monetize stolen content on the blatant lie that he’s doing this for nick’s sake as a portfolio. acting as if nick isn’t an sentient human being who could upload their own content, as if nick would even want to be associated with james at this point. this isn’t a teenager being harassed for an honest mistake, this is a 35-year old con artist who’s stolen hundreds of thousands and peddled the most vile shit as actual history but realized he was in deep shit and weaponizes very serious mental health issues as a “i’m just a poor little gay baby!! my alter ego did it!!!”
for the record if you’re among the people who tried to wash down james’ crimes as “he just did plagiarism!! it wasn’t that bad of a crime!” fuck you, man. i’m not kidding.
the fact i’ve witnessed people whitewash his acts of racism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia, antisemitism and misogyny (in fact i’m probably still missing a few things here), and say he’s being harassed by the internet just because he stole articles makes it so clear they have no fucking idea what they’re talking about. his shit isn’t fucking erased just bc he realized that he has to handle the consequences. he’s grasping at anything he can at this point to make sure that even if he’s not coming back, he’s sure as hell trying to take anyone he fucking can down with him.
he doesn’t get a second chance to be a content creator at this point. he doesn’t get to show himself to do better. he needs to fucking leave. and if he tries to publicly make himself the victim then he better know that he’s going to get public backlash.
if anything situation proves to me that he can never be trusted with a public platform ever again because he will immediately guilt people into feeling sorry for him.
#i’m going to be bitchy about this for the record#james somerton#hbomberguy#the funniest option is if james fakes his death like a fourth time and someone takes a pic of him in like a burger king or something.#updated i’m not 100% sure on nicks pronouns but i’m using they them just in case#update 2: the way i was proven fucking right immediately after posting this. you people are not real.
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A History of My Favorite McDonald’s Mascot, Mac Tonight
so. this is something i feel very strongly about.
this is mac tonight.
a lot of people know him as moon man.
i do not like this.
moon man, while originally being a nickname he was called in commercials, is now the name of his “fanmade” racist alter ego popularized by the alt right. i shouldn’t have to explain why this is a problem.
thankfully, this character has died down in popularity recently, so i’m taking it upon myself to rip off that ugly mask and tell you all a little about the most creative, smooth, and personally iconic mcdonald’s mascot out of all of them, Mac Tonight.
origins
in 1959, Bobby Darin released his cover of the song “Mack the Knife”. decades later, in the early 80s, some marketing guy trying to come up with an ad campaign for mcdonald’s thought “hey this song about a killer would be perfect parody material for a fast food company!”, and thus, the mcdonald’s parody was born.
Mac Tonight also drew inspiration from Max Headroom, the character. not the broadcast hijacking that used his face.
usage
in the mid 80s, the commercials started rolling in for McDonald’s brand new 24 hour policy. and they were a hit. for good reason! i am a massive fan of Mac Tonight, if it wasn’t clear, and i adore every one of these.
i would link one, but the feature doesn’t seem to be working for me at the moment…
the commercials were jazzy, smooth, maybe repetitive, but they were fun. Mac Tonight got so popular they made several statues and singing animatronics to place in restaurants across the globe.
eventually, Bobby Darin’s son found out, and sued McDonalds for using his fathers song uncredited and without permission. this was, temporarily, the end of Mac Tonight in advertising. however, in the late 90s, he began being used again in various non-musical commercials.
downfall
unfortunately, this is where moon man comes in. he is Mac Tonight’s white supremacist rapping internet persona that 4chan probably made.
i earnestly, for the life of me, cannot imagine why they would want to ruin such a beloved mascot.
he was so widespread McDonald’s tore down several Mac Tonight physical incarnations in restaurants everywhere.
Mac Tonight’s latest usage was in a Singaporean ad in 2007, a singing CGI rendition, that is still lovely despite the lack of Mack the Knife parody.
Defunctland made a wonderful video on the history of this icon.
i am thrilled to inform you all on this mascot i adore, and i hope more people love him as time goes on. down with the moon man.
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happy birthday rana(vocaloid 3), natsuki karin(cevio ai and synthv studio), daisy(alter/ego), and recu(utau) !!!!!
rana(v3)
natsuki (cevio)
daisy
recu (song)
rana is a japanese synth originally developed by We've Inc. in collaboration with Internet Co., and released on 9 sep 2014. her vp is Ai Kakuma, and illustrator is Shindo Kamichi. rana was originally only available through a japanese magazine called "Vocalo-P ni Naritai!" (which translates to "i want to be a vocalo-p" i think), due to this she was only available in japan. however when her v4 released on 1 dec 2015 she became accessible to users world wide. shes also available on the mobile vocaloid editor. rana was intended to be a beginner friendly vocaloid, as the vocalo-p ni naritai magazine was designed for begginers. rana is 0yo, and 150cm tall (153cm with shoes). her character birthday is the same as the vps birthday, sep 9
Natsuki Karin is a japanese synth developed by TOKYO6 ENTERTAINMENT in collaboration with AH-Software, and released on 13 apr 2022. her vp is Miyu Takagi, illustrator is Teshima Nari, and 3d modeler is tumidango. natsuki was released for both cevio and synthv on the same day. she is also available in pitagoe. her character birthday is sep 9. she is a third year student of the ficitonal Otaru Shiokaze High School, which would make her around 17-18yo, though she doesnt have a canon age. she is 164cm tall. her plush companion is called Ekaterina
daisy is an english and japanese synth released on 9 sep 2015, as was alter/ego itself. her vp is Crusher-P, and illustrator is Pixoshiru. daisy was the first vocal released for alter/ego. she was later retired by crusher, who holds daisys copyright. the original download link for daisy has been removed, and Bones replaced her as the default vocal for alter/ego. crusher has said to be uncomfortable with users still using daisy
RECU is a japanese synth released on 7 nov 2015 (or maybe 17th, his website says this but vocadb and utaudb say 7th). he is voiced and manged by yauta. recus illustrated by yauta, G.M.kimchee, and 夜千世 (help sor idk what it is in english), but i have no idea who drew which art
i was going to write more, specifically about daisy and recu, but i hit the discord text limit and i write all my captions in there, so ples look into them all on their wikis and sites if you have time !!!
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ranas companions Sacchan/Sakiko and Jasmine Kenkyuuin
ranas companions Morio Shishou and Kouhei
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daisy in chipspeech
recu talk and tachie
#rana#rana vocaloid#natsuki karin#karin natsuki#daisy#daisy alter/ego#recu#recu utau#vocaloid#vocaloid 3#vocaloid 4#mobile vocaloid editor#synthesizer v#synth v#synthesizer v studio#synthesizerv#synth v ai#synthv#synth v studio#synthv studio#synthv ai#alter ego#alter/ego#chipspeech#utauloid#utau#bday#vocal synth#vocal synthesizers#vocal synths
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So I was thinking about the whole “misogyny behind the supposed lack of interest in teenage girl Powerpuffs” statement you made and something hit me: the reason why the reboots suck is because they’re trying to squeeze edgy, Cinemasins-style teenage and adult situations and humor out of perpetually five year old girls and it makes me so mad that Craig said that because teenage girls ALREADY think that their lives end once they have boobies or are interested in girly hobbies and it would be so subversive to have a show that continues off of the “GIRLS CAN BE ANYTHING.” message of the original with “TEENAGE GIRLS CAN DO ANYTHING. THEY DON’T HAVE TO BE MEN LITE TO BE HEROES.” but instead, we get like five reboots of various levels of quality, all because he thinks teenage girls have cooties or whatever.
Oh yeah, what I said on this post! I could have given you a short answer like a normal blogger, but here is my long, rambling answer where I basically agree and get a little off track and go more in detail about the suckiness of the reboots/the suckiness of saying the girls aren't special if they're older... behind the cut. 🤣
“Teenage girls ALREADY think that their lives end once they have boobies or are interested in girly hobbies.” It's definitely not an inherent thought by any means, but I totally know what you're saying. Society and culture and the media and the internet push girls into thinking they have to become a certain kind of "mature" by a certain age and it's awful. And to say that the girls wouldn’t be “special” if they were older felt as if it was reinforcing the whole gross notion that women allegedly turn into completely different creatures at puberty and from there on out rapidly lose their worth/usefulness as they get older. To say that the girls wouldn’t or couldn’t be “special” when they grow up… yeah, the wording was pretty yikes.
I guess I should quickly clarify that I prefer Craig doing what he does best, and I'm perfectly fine with the girls continuing to be kindergarteners if the show gets rebooted or continued. And he hasn't been involved with the series since 2008, so he's not responsible for any of the content in the reboots that have already happened. I don’t believe he’s some raging sexist (…well, I hope not) either, it’s just that the way he’s said some of the things he’s said concerning this topic are kinda… ugh. Poorly communicated. It's frustrating sometimes! 😩
I get what Craig was trying to say: having the girls be ass-kicking kindergarteners is a fun and unique premise (true, and I love them that way, it's OG, baby!), and having them be teenagers or adults… well, there are already a lot of ass-kicking superheroines who are teenagers/adults. But that's such a limited view of who the girls really are. Their being kindergarteners isn’t the only thing that makes them unique compared to other superheroes/hero teams. They’re three sisters (essentially triplets) with a creator who acts as their single-parent father figure (so they have a loving and stable family life), and each one of them has distinct personalities and talents. They’re fully fleshed-out characters on their own, but they’re also incomplete if they aren’t together. How many other superheroes or superheroines are like that?
Regarding the comment he made about their “kryptonite,” I definitely think that an interesting setback (and strength!) of theirs– regardless of them being in kindergarten– is that none of the girls have alter egos, so they can never just have “normal” lives. At least Clark Kent and Diana Prince could maybe pretend to be regular people once in a while. Blossom and Bubbles and Buttercup can’t! No matter how old they become, the girls will always have to deal with their “real world” responsibilities in tandem with their “superhero” responsibilities because they don’t have to hide anything about their powers from the world. Other superheroes’ lives would end if their “normal” identity was exposed: theirs wouldn’t. And then again, no matter what unique responsibilities they’d be facing, no matter their stage in life, they’d continue to have to deal with the positives and negatives of that kind of existence, and, like I've discussed on here before, I think there are soooo many stories that could potentially be explored stemming from that. So... like... come on. Not special, my foot! It's not like their adventures would all of a sudden end or could never be just as unique as they've always been!
In the case of making a story with the girls being older, yeah, that doesn’t automatically mean you need to stuff your show with edgy, "adult" humor. You barely even have to change how they talk. They don’t have to talk about sex or comment on the latest pop culture thing to be “mature.” They don’t have to get all serious and gritty to be “mature.” Those are the kinds of things people in Hollywood think maturity is (does a certain someone who's also in Hollywood believe that, too? 👀). The problem is in the writing, in misunderstanding what the show is and who the characters are in the first place, how they deal with life to begin with, and so far it seems that the right storytellers who could tell really cool stories in that sort of setting who do understand all that haven’t come along yet.
Also, a thing that I feel is critical to getting the tone of the girls as characters right is that they exist in a universe that, while it may have exciting action and fighting and carnage, is still a very silly place. The goofiness of that universe comes with a very specific tone that has not been well replicated in these other iterations of the series. The balance of the girls' “normal” and “superhero” lives is always off-kilter (and I’m gonna be controversial… I think the live-action script didn't hit the mark but was a billion times closer to getting that balance than the 2016 reboot), and the type of humor that gets used is way off in tone (PPG humor ≠ twerking/Simpsons humor/lazy pop culture jokes/sex jokes). Plus, that small but critical dose of sincerity in the writing of the original show barely ever feels like it’s present in any of these newer iterations.
...but what do I know, I dunno, do I even get the characters? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ That's just how I feel about it all. Sorry for all these words, haha.
#me to myself after writing all of this: shhhhh grandma let's get you to bed#but yeah gahhhh there could have been better ways of saying what was said fr#serious time
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A Formal Review of Sparkle On, Raven! The Life of Drillgirl. (Episodes 1-3)
I first learned of Sparkle On, Raven! During Dollip Daze's voice acting commission stream. You might know Dollip as the funny blue girl from Twitch and TikTok, or perhaps as the voice of Jet in Realtime Fandub Games and The Necessity of Change (otherwise known as sonic riders dub) or maybe you've ever seen her on hit internet gameshow Act Promptly. Regardless of from whence you might know her, as well as the other members of the cast, I was confused to hear Dollip unplug her microphone on stream so that she could record with her webcam mic, and I was curious as to who this "Raven" character was. So I took a look at it, and I fell in love.
Sparkle On, Raven! The Life of Drillgirl is a webseries on the YouTube channel "these are videos, one, two three" a channel which has miraculously managed to nab the YouTube handle @SquareEnixOfficial the channel itself doesn't really have any information about the channel or the show anywhere, but through context clues you can pretty easily come to the conclusion that the channel is owned and run by Chase of ClownDepot, and if you're familiar with the works of himself or any of his friends from Clownhouse or Realtime Fandub you're likely to see a few familiar faces in the credits of Sparkle On, Raven!
The first episode of Sparkle On, Raven! The Life of Drillgirl, opens with an exposition dump from our titular protagonist Raven, who explains that she is going to have the perfect, perfect school year, despite the fact that she has to manage a bunch of new students transferring to her school due to the other school in the town blowing up, and also the fact that she's a magical girl. This implies to the viewer that Drillgirl is in fact Raven's magical girl alter ego. Almost immediately we learn that this is not the case, Drillgirl is an entirely separate character who is treated as if she is the protagonist despite the fact that she appears for exactly one scene in each episode. This is brilliant, and it's comedy like this that Sparkle On, Raven! really excels at.
Sparkle On, Raven! is very clearly a parody of fanime, a mid-2000s trend that I'm sure many of you are familiar with at least from a conceptual standpoint. While the most famous work from this medium is undoubtedly SoapOpera46's timeless classic Nyan~ Neko Sugar Girls. Fanime were plentiful in the years around 2006, and while many parodies of fanime like Drama At Junior Blossom High seek to replicate the "so bad it's good" factor commonly associated with the artform, Sparkle On, Raven! seeks to not punch down at these works by amature artists and storytellers, but celebrate them.
While Sparkle On, Raven! does contain many elements of these works such as the poor mic-quality, mspaint-esque artstyle, and over-the-top character designs and names, it notably never uses these elements as the punchline. Sparkle On, Raven! is funny because the jokes are good, through clever writing or good delivery, the cast and team of the show actually deliver a show that is legitimately funny on its own and not just funny as a punching bag. Even when it does utilize elements of the medium in its comedy, the joke is never just "we did the thing." Raven's transformation sequence being arguably the worst looking bit of art/animation in the show isn't funny because the art is bad, it's funny because in a magical girl show typically the transformations are visually stunning because that piece of animation is reused in basically every episode of the show. The one joke about the mic quality isn't just "the mic quality is bad," the joke is that Drillgirl is the one character whose mic quality is incredibly crisp and clear because she is treated as the main character, the joke is that they are spending more money on their supposed lead character, and it's a joke only enhanced by the previously mentioned one appearance per episode.
Perhaps the one exception to this rule is ChuppaChups the Alien, whose voice is put through a filter that makes their dialogue almost incomprehensible, but I'm willing to forgive that because in episode 1 the closed captions allow you to very clearly understand what they're saying, and also the CC goes into an unnecessary level of detail that I find funny, and their appearance in episode 3, while very difficult to parse, does not require you to really catch the whole thing and is the setup for one of my favorite jokes in the series.
Sparkle On, Raven! also manages to tailor to one of my favorite specific brands of comedy, that being referring to someone exclusively by one very long name, in the way that I exclusively refer to the creator of Undertale as Tobias "Radiation" "Please Stop Calling Me Radiation" Foxtrot, but I think there's something here for everyone, there's a pretty wide net of comedy stylings that the show casts without ever feeling like it doesn't truly have its own identity.
I feel that a lot of the voice cast's performances speak for themselves, but one thing I've been neglecting to mention in this review thus far is how the show actually looks. Despite its MSPaint-esque line work and coloring, Sparkle On, Raven! Tends to look really good both in still frames and in motions, the team that actually makes the artwork is a pretty large group so the art style does fluctuate from scene to scene, but I think this works to it's benefit. As an example, I think the show's brief dip into a more traditional detailed anime art style as Raven and Slash standoff, preparing to fight adds a sort of weight to the scene, and when the style gets more simplistic as they actually begin to fight each other, it works both comedically and logically, as an action scene with such detail would be far more difficult to animate. I really respect Sparkle On, Raven! for it's ability to use these art style changes in this way. While I think the show both when still and in motion is pretty solid overall there are definitely specific scenes where it's obvious they prioritized one over the other, see that standoff having exactly two frames for talking as opposed to Raven drawing her sword during the fight which is some of the most fluid animation in the show. There are also a lot of really solid visual gags such as the end of said fight (my favorite joke in the series) as well as smaller things like Raven sipping out of a taped together milk carton after her original one gets destroyed in a bit of absolutely unnecessary continuity.
I also think every character, in both design and personality, ranges from pretty good to downright flawless. Slash specifically is so beautiful to me because he manages to strike the perfect balance between the reality and the fantasy of the "while you were talking to girls, I was studying the blade" guy. He somehow manages to simultaneously be exactly what the "studied the blade" guy thinks he is, with his ability to slice through apparently any material, while also embodying the incompetence of every "studied the blade" guy on the planet with his inability to deal with or even touch non-stationary targets. Drillgirl is also on the flawless side of the spectrum because she is the best. On the lower side of the spectrum we have characters like Strawberry whose primary thing just seems to be that their appearance is contradictory to their name on a funny way, and somewhere in the middle is Ryan Sasuke for being an excellent parody of the anime cool guy rival but gets points docked for just being Bakugo from MHA (even though that is incredibly funny)
The last thing I want to talk about is the credits sequences, the team really went above and beyond to make these fun and enjoyable. There's no real depth for me to add here I just think giving your characters a musical number at the end of every episode is really funny and entertaining.
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How can I sleep when you're running through my mind?
Summary: The Steddie ASMR youtuber AU you never asked for!
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 13,135
Notes: I wanted to read an ASMR AU, couldn't find one, made one myself ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Hope you like it! Sidenote if you're not a regular ASMR viewer, it's not TYPICALLY as horny as Steve makes it to be...
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“Alright my little rockstars, I hope you guys liked today’s video, and as always, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite, I’ll see you in the next one.”
Steve sighed and closed the tab with Eddie Whispers video. He was his all time favourite creator, with his soft, fluffy hair, and gentle eyes. Eddie was a smaller creator on Youtube, not much of a following just yet, but he was severely underrated, and Steve found himself for the first time ever, actually experiencing the sensations he hoped he gave other people.
“Finished with your pre-game rituals already?” Robin asked him, crossing her arms.
“Yup, just gonna fix the headphone hair and I’ll be ready to go in five?”
Robin rolled her eyes but moved forward into his room anyways. “Copy that. Which mic are we using today?”
“Probably the Yeti? Oh! Actually they sent me that new 3Dio to try, maybe I do the trigger word one today and film the thigh one tomorrow?” Steve stopped in his tracks holding his ‘outfit’ for filming, seemingly stuck between two pairs of ungodly short shorts. He looked to Robin for advice.
“I’m sorry, the thigh one?”
“Yeah, I told you about it yesterday. You know, the fabric scratching one?”
Robin looked at him like he had three heads. “Fabric scratching? With what fabric, those are practically non-existent.” She rolled her eyes “You really are a whore.”
“Whatever, mom, it gets me views, and pays our bills so I don’t really care.”
Steve had kinda started doing ASMR by accident a few years ago with Tommy Hagan of all people. The two of them had posted some stupid senior prank video to a throwaway channel online, part of it being them hiding in a closet and whispering to the camera while they waited for chaos to ensue. Somehow, it got views, and a lot of the comments were about Steve and how nice his voice sounded when he whispered. Then of course, ASMR blew up on the internet, so he started his own channel shortly after graduation.
It took him a few years to get it off the ground, but he was nearing the seven year anniversary of his channel and had just hit 3.5 million subscribers. Steve’s channel had started out pretty innocently, doing low-fi type videos with his headphone microphone before investing in his yeti, and that seemed to work, people liked it a lot. But then one day he’d filmed out by the pool, and his popularity skyrocketed. People went crazy for Steve. He knew he was good looking, had a relatively nice body, and great hair, but he didn’t realize people would be so into his ASMR KING alter-ego.
King Steve was everything that regular Steve had left in the past. He was cocky, overtly flirtatious and sexual, and sometimes just a little bit mean. King Steve often filmed with his shirt off, he took up as much space as possible, his muscular thighs spread wide, the camera angled low so they were on full display. He’d been called the “horniest ASMR youtuber” on more than one occasion, and honestly, he was pretty okay with that. ASMR made him feel good, and he liked the content he put out. Not that he’d ever watch anything like that…
When it came to what he liked to watch, it was all fairly tame. Anything Eddie put out on Eddie Whispers he’d watch, whether it be camera or mic brushing, or words of affirmation, or even role-play videos. He loved what Eddie did, how wholesome it was, and how good it made him feel. And it didn’t hurt that Eddie was easy on the eyes as well… his soft voice sounded familiar, he was great with accents and characters, hell he’d even watched some videos where he was just simply making up DnD character sheets (which Dustin was proud to hear).
Eddie’s videos had become part of his “pre-game” ritual as Robin liked to call it. He’d throw on an Eddie video, usually commenting something from his anonymous burner account for engagement, then suit up (or suit down rather) to film his own video once he was nice and loose and relaxed. Robin, being his tech girl, constantly ribbed him about it, knowing her friend was harbouring a crush on the guy, even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself. Besides, he was kinda right, Eddie’s videos were calming, and for some reason seemed to put Steve in the right headspace for his own online persona.
While Steve changed, Robin set up his mic and camera, making the executive decision that they were not going to be filming anything with his thighs out today. She checked the audio levels on the new mic, and made sure the lighting was okay before he came in to work his magic. Robin was far too squeamish to get into ASMR for her own enjoyment, but she didn’t mind doing the filming and editing for Steve. He paid her a good portion of the revenue from his videos, and always credited her and promoted her independent work on his channel. She’d started getting a small following of her own thanks to him, and he was even helping her finance a short film for the next year’s festival run. Steve was a good guy, and an even better friend, so it was a no brainer when he asked if she would help him with his channel.
“How’s this?” He asked, adjusting his hair from what he could see in the small monitor ahead of him.
“Well considering the angle, you look naked. Your chest hair is all out, Dustin is gonna tell you to shave it again.”
“Well Dustin is just jealous he’s a hairless cat.” Steve rolled his eyes and reached for a form-fitting tank top from behind him. “There, that better?”
“Much. So what’s the plan for this one then?” Robin settled into her spot at the computer to check the audio levels.
“Umm, new 3Dio mic test, probably a bunch of triggers.” Robin nodded and wrote out her outline so she could direct him from off camera as they rolled. “I’ll start with just some generic whispering, then maybe do a trigger word, one of my patrons has been asking me to do Fuck for a while now. And then maybe some ear touching and kissing sounds to round it all out?” He looked from the new set of ears in front of him to Robin, she expectedly looked disgusted. “Nothing new Robs.”
“I know, but your subs all need to get laid.”
Steve laughed. “Yeah, well so do I.”
He made sure to put his phone on silent, but first, he needed to comment on Eddie’s video.
“All good to go over here, whenever you’re ready.” Robin called, hitting the record button on Steve’s camera.
He instantly smiled in the sultry way he only used for his videos, and peered down the barrel of the lens through his lashes. “Hey Dreamers…”
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“Holy shit. Holy shit, Max wake up!” Eddie shook her awake from her nap.
“Ugh Eddie what the hell do you want, I was just getting comfortable.”
His eyes were wide as he stared at the notification. It wasn’t on a new video, the video was about two weeks old, but when he saw the verified check mark on the commenter’s name, he immediately clicked on the channel. ASMR KING had like 3.5 million subs, and he was watching Eddie’s video? And commenting on it?
Your voice is just so soothing, you had me relaxed from the moment you smiled. This was awesome dude, keep up the great work.
“The dude that commented is like… huge.”
“Eddie it’s not nice to—”
“No! Shut up, he’s got like over three million subs.” Eddie starred stunned at the number.
“O-kay, and I’m supposed to care because?”
“Because you’re like my little sister, and a little support here would be nice thank you very much!”
“Dork.”
ASMR KING had been pretty notorious among ASMR creators. It wasn’t that his stuff wasn’t good, but it wasn’t exactly the wholesome, family-friendly content Eddie put out. The stuff that Steve did on his channel never really spoke to Eddie, even when it popped up incessantly on his recommended videos. He was still staring at his phone in awe when he decided to grab his headphones and actually watch one of his videos.
The first thing Eddie noticed about King Steve was that he was hot as hell. Eddie always claimed he didn’t have a type, but this man was exactly Eddie’s type. Pretty, built, hairy, a little bitchy, could definitely keep up with Eddie’s quips. The video he clicked was just some simple little whispered story time, nothing crazy, but the thumbnail on the next one almost had him running to his room in fear of indecency.
Low camera angle, desk chair, short shorts, thighs spread, no shirt, smug smirk. Eddie could not care less about what the trigger was, nobody needed to look that sexy while trying to put people to sleep.
The second thing Eddie noticed about King Steve was that he tended to use a lot of gender neutral language. As Eddie clicked through his videos and hit a “Boyfriend helps you sleep” role-play, he realized Steve didn’t exclusively make these for girls. Most of the comments did seem to be coming from women (and a lot of them were kinda disgusting if he did say so himself), but the wording was fairly generic. He came across the same way the douchebag jocks he went to high school did, but could he be gay possibly?
Whatever, it didn’t matter to Eddie, Steve was just another hot, unattainable guy who happened to like his stuff.
It wasn’t until Eddie went back out of Steve’s profile that he noticed the notifications flooding in. Eddie’s modest five thousand subscriber count was suddenly closing in on 5300. He certainly didn’t have that many this morning. It must be from Steve’s following. He clicked the little “subscribe” button and looked him up on Instagram, following him there too before taking the plunge and writing him a message.
Eddie Whispers: Hey man, I just want to say thanks for commenting, I think some of your subs found me and followed, and I really appreciate it. It’s nice to see some of the heavy hitters helping out us little guys in the community <3.
🎤👑🎧
“So how does it sound?” No matter how many subscribers or views his videos got, Steve was always a little self-conscious right after filming. He didn’t exactly like his King Steve persona so he didn’t care about whether or not others would like that, but he did care about if he sounded good.
“Great actually, I think people will like the new mic.”
“Awesome, thanks Robs, I appreciate it.”
Steve left the room he’d designated for filming and editing so Robin could do her thing. It was nothing new for him to have a steady stream of notifications after having not checked his phone for a while, but when he saw the amount that included ‘replied to your comment on Eddie Whispers video’, he stopped in his tracks.
His burner account AlwaystheBabysitter had no subscribers, and his comment was purely positive, there’s no way anyone could have anything bad to say about it. He opened the notification and to his shock, he’d forgotten to switch accounts before commenting.
“Shit”, he whispered. There was nothing wrong with him commenting as himself, but King Steve was a persona, he had a reputation to uphold if you will. Even his Instagram and Twitter accounts were separate from his own private socials to keep it up for his followers, and King Steve would never comment on anything, let alone comment something that positive.
Shocker number two, Eddie Whispers started following him, on everything.
Shocker number three, Eddie Whispers had sent him a message on Instagram.
Steve’s heart thrummed in his chest as he read Eddie’s message to him. It was heartfelt, it was sweet, it was everything he normally was in all of his videos, and now, Steve was stuck with a dilemma.
Eddie was his favourite creator. He couldn’t just be his bitchy internet persona to him, especially not through a message, but would that change who he was in Eddie’s eyes if he didn’t?
“What’s wrong, dingus? Did Eddie Whispers slide into your DM’s or something?” Robin walked past him, taking a sip from her water bottle.
“Yeah, actually.”
Robin choked a little, water dribbling down her chin. “Wait, actually? I was just joking, holy shit.” She rushed to his side to see, and sure enough, Steve’s Instagram messages lay open, a message from Eddie Whispers glaring right at the top. “Hey man, I just want to say thanks for commenting, I think some of your subs found me and followed, and I really appreciate it. It’s nice to see some of the heavy hitters helping out us little guys—Steve holy shit. Are you gonna respond?”
Steve threw his hands up. “Well yes, obviously! But King Steve is an asshole. What if he hates me.”
“Why does it need to be from King Steve? Why can’t it be from regular old loser Steve we know and love?”
He shot her a look. “Well… I don’t know… shouldn’t I be who I am on camera?”
“You mean a horny dickhead? No. Just be yourself dude.”
“Right, myself, right. What if he doesn’t like me?”
Robin sighed and pushed his coiffed hair back. “You’re sending him a message saying hey, not proposing marriage doofus. Everyone loves you Steve, you’ll be fine.”
Steve smiled gratefully as she walked past him. He contemplated his next message, not quite knowing what to say, but wanting to talk to him anyways.
No sweat…
Anytime…
You’re welcome…
He shook his head and backspaced everything he’d written so far, nothing quite sounding right. He thought about what Robin said, and decided to just… speak from the heart.
ASMR KING: Of course dude, don’t even mention it. I’m happy they found your channel, you really do great work.
Steve closed his eyes and hit ‘send’ on the message, watching as the little ‘read’ receipt popped up a moment later.
Eddie Whispers: That’s kind of you to say! Although I don’t know your subscribers will really like my stuff, it’s all pretty vanilla.
He definitely wasn’t expecting Eddie to carry on the conversation, or even really know what he did. Steve figured Eddie followed him to be nice, but had he watched his stuff?
The sudden flow of self-consciousness burst through Steve again. His skin prickled with goosebumps, and his chest flushed hot at the thought of Eddie watching his videos, the sultry looks he’d throw at the camera, the suggestive triggers he’d do, god the one time he fully just sucked his fingers and called it a day. “We all know this is getting demonetized anyways, might as well go for it.” Did Eddie like that stuff, was he into it?
ASMR KING: Haha honestly I prefer watching stuff like yours than stuff like mine. My subs need a little bit of something to cool off every once and a while.
Eddie Whispers: I wouldn’t say that, your stuff is good! Look at the following you have, clearly people like it.
ASMR KING: They like it because they’re horny little shits :P
Eddie Whispers: Well… doesn’t hurt that you’re hot.
🎤🎸🎧
“FUCK!” Eddie swore and threw his phone across the room.
“Asshole! Shut up, you’ll wake Wayne.” He shot Max an apologetic look and went to retrieve his phone.
“What’s even your problem now? Did something happen with this YouTube guy again?” He twirled a piece of hair nervously, covering his mouth with the strand, a surefire tell of his that something had happened. “Well? Spit it out already.”
“I fucked up. I messaged him and he messaged me, and I maybe toldhimhewashot.”
Max stared at him, a disappointed look on her face. “You did what now?”
“Look Max, I’m weak okay, and I have no filter, you know this! So he said his followers were all horny little shits and I just… it just… came out I guess?”
“Well has he read it?”
Eddie glanced down, sure enough, the words ASMR KING is typing… appeared at the bottom of the screen. “Shit.”
Max laughed. “Congrats doofus. Let me see.”
He handed his phone over to her shamefully to let her scope out his Instagram page. She instantly snorted, this dude that he was all hot over was none other than Steve Harrington, Dustin’s babysitter extraordinaire. He’d carted her around a bit before Wayne took her in, drove her and the rest of the party around Hawkins, but weirdly enough, Eddie had never met him. He wouldn’t recognize him either having moved here shortly after graduation. Max knew he dabbled in YouTube, but had no idea he was this popular, or this… different than the kind, gentle man she knew him to be now. His Instagram wasn’t much better than his Youtube, if anything, it was more suggestive, and he wore less clothes. “You’re disgusting.”
“And you’re a snoop! We can both say obvious things about each other Mayfield.”
“Would hardly call it snooping if you handed me the phone, idiot.” She smiled knowingly, handing it back. “You’ve got a message waiting, loverboy.”
“Fuck.”
🎤👑🎧
“Robin! Robin shit I need help.”
“Who’s dying!” Robin flew into Steve’s room and grimaced at Steve’s once again shirtless form. “Dude, what are you, allergic to clothes?”
“Eddie said I’m hot.”
“And that couldn’t have waited until after you put a shirt on?”
Steve flopped down on his bed. “Can you stop being a useless lesbian for like two seconds and help me!”
“Well stop being a useless bisexual! I thought you liked Eddie.”
“Uh, yeah! I do! What do I say?”
She snorted. “Fuck if I know, you have more experience with men than I do.”
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled deeply. “Okay, okay, I’ve got it. Boot the camera back up, I’m filming another one.”
🎤🎸🎧
ASMR KING: Oh yeah, you think so? Well maybe I’ll have a special little treat for you later then. Stay tuned.
“Max, he’s gonna kill me.”
“Why, what’d he say?” She jumped off the couch to peer over Eddie’s shoulder. “Oh shit, yeah he’s gonna kill you.”
By the end of the day, Eddie still hadn’t heard from Steve. He was even a little disappointed to find their chat the same as it was the next morning. The anticipation was killing him, but he didn’t want to goad him on, so he sat and waited…
And then out of the blue that evening, he got a notification from Steve on Instagram.
ASMR KING: Hope you enjoy 😘
Eddie stood up quickly from the dinner table, depositing his dish in the sink. “Gotta go.”
Max, having seen the notification come through on his phone, gagged a little. “Gross, can’t even wait until after I’m done eating?"
“He’s hot and I’m single as fuck. So sue me.” Eddie jeered back. “Besides, it’s YouTube, how bad could it be?”
Turns out, it could still be pretty bad.
The thumbnail of the link he’d sent through looked innocent enough, just Steve at his desk with the 3Dio mic in front of him, smiling softly at the camera. But when he clicked through to the video, it was not at all what he was expecting.
Just like the video he’d seen yesterday, Steve was wearing next to nothing. Low camera angle, short shorts, thighs spread, no shirt, smug smirk. But this time, he was softer than he usually was. He wore glasses, his hair not so perfectly coiffed, and he had a bit of scruff that wasn’t there in previous videos, almost like he’d just woken up.
“Hey dreamers, I’ve got a proper video coming for you tomorrow, but I just wanted to get this one out there first for a special little rockstar.” Steve licked his lips and winked into the camera, and Eddie promptly melted. “It’s been brought to my attention that maybe my videos could be a little more… vanilla if you will. So this time, I’ll be giving myself some tingles as well as you. Just for a little bit, as a treat.”
Eddie’s jaw was practically on the floor as Steve moved the mic from side to side to catch both ears. The light scruff on his face brushed the mic every once and a while making a delicious scratching noise, it’s like he could feel Steve’s lips touching his ears, and the blood started rushing south.
“Now I know this little rockstar dreamer loves this trigger, because he’s used it before in his own videos. And actually, it’s one of my favourite triggers as well.” Steve pulled a fresh fluffy makeup brush from out of his pocket (drawing attention to the way his thick thighs looked in those tiny shorts). He moved closer to the camera, brushing the lens with the soft bristles a few times, then rolled back to his original position. “I know this is a little new for me to be doing, but I think you guys are really gonna like it.”
Steve started out fairly tame. He brushed over the ears of the mic softly, and Eddie felt his breathing slow and his eyes get heavy. He loved doing mic brushing himself, although he hated editing it because it usually just ended up with him falling asleep. Steve didn’t seem to do this ever on his channel, but Eddie thought he should incorporate it more often. It sounded great, he had the right pressure, the right timing, and the right equipment. He was quickly jolted out of his relaxed state with the sound of Steve’s voice, right in his ear.
“This is nice, right? Do you like that?” He sighed heavily, smacking his lips together a few times, a bit like a few light kisses. “Yeah, I bet that feels good. I know that feels good baby, I love when you do this to me.”
Eddie made a choked out sound, unable to conceal now just how much Steve’s video was affecting him. And it was only about to get worse.
Steve shot the camera a wicked smile as he switched his mic to a handheld lav. “I love doing this to me too.” He chuckled lightly and stroked his face softly with the brush. He closed his eyes in bliss, breathing lightly into the small mic, a smile donning his face. Then he moved lower, brushing over his neck and collarbone, pausing to spend some time there before dipping down to brush over his pecs and nipples, the bristles getting caught in his chest hair. He let out a breathy sigh, picked up softly by the mic at his chest, and if that wasn’t the most beautiful sound Eddie had ever heard…
Eddie’s heart was pounding, he felt like he was watching porn, too mesmerized by it to look away, but feeling like it was so intimate, knowing Steve made it just for him.
“Why don’t we bring you a little closer…” Steve rolled the chair up towards the camera again, puffing his chest out so his face was entirely out of the picture as he drew invisible lines across his pecs with the brush. “Love how this makes me feel, bet you love it too.” He whispered softly, his voice going husky. “But we can’t let you have too much of a good thing my little rockstar.”
Like the tease he is, Steve wheeled himself back, a bit, grinning like a madman. “Oh shit, I said that was gonna be more vanilla, didn’t I? Oops.” The video promptly cut to black.
“Fuuuuuck.” Eddie whispered, throwing his head back, trying to calm himself down.
“Eddie your boyfriend is a slut.” He barely heard Max call from the kitchen.
“Shut up Max!”
He pulled out his phone and opened his chat with Steve, staring blankly at the keyboard.
That was…
I seriously…
Eddie Whispers: Dude… what the fuck are you doing to me. Christ that was something else 🥵
🎤👑🎧
Steve posted the video almost instantly after he finished filming it, only taking a moment to chop off the head and tail, and leaving the rest uncut. Robin had requested to not be a part of it, and honestly he was a little glad for that request as he willed away the semi he was sporting. He’d been suggestive on his channel before sure, but he’d never attempted dirty talk until today. Something about Eddie just made him want to, knowing Eddie thought he was hot just egged him on. Filming that made him feel sexy, and powerful, and more confident than he had in a while, he just hoped his intended target audience of one liked it too. Once the upload was done, he sent Eddie a message with the link, grabbed his shirt, and left his studio.
“Your brush, thanks for letting me borrow it.” He handed Robin the makeup brush he’d borrowed for the task.
“Where’s it been first, dingus?”
Steve rolled his eyes. “Robs I didn’t like stroke my dick with it, oh my god.”
She grimaced, but pressed on.
“I just… you know… brushed my face a bit, my chest—”
“Just keep it dude.”
“Alright, putting it in the studio then, thanks Robin.”
She closed the book she was reading and looked at him seriously. “Your child called while you were filming, says you need to call him back and that it’s urgent.”
Steve frowned. “Is he okay?”
“Dunno, sounded fine to me.”
“Shit.” He swore, grabbing his phone and calling Dustin. “Hey, Robs said it was urgent?”
“Steve! Finally! Yeah, Will is back from New York so you’re hosting a pool party for us tomorrow. Just wanted to give you a heads up.” The party hadn’t entirely parted ways once they graduated high school, Will just moved out the furthest of the kids to go to art school while the rest of them stayed pretty close. But now that they were graduating college, they’d be spreading out even further eventually.
“Oh, just wanted to give me a heads up? Okay buddy, how thoughtful, thanks.” He replied sarcastically. Steve was used to hosting the kids at this point, but he always gave Dustin a little shit for it when he did it without consulting him.
“You’re the best dude!”
“Yeah, whatever. But you’re all old enough now so you’re supplying your own alcohol and you can figure out how you’re getting home afterwards.” Steve knew full well the kids wouldn’t get that drunk, and he’d always offer them a place to stay if they needed it.
“Got it. People are coming around three so you better not be filming your weird whisper shit.”
“My weird whisper shit is what’s paying the bills right now dude, shut up. See you tomorrow.” He hung up and turned to Robin. “Well looks like we’re hosting a party tomorrow.”
“Fun, did your kids tell you that?”
Steve flipped her off, making sure she could see it. Only minutes passed before his phone lit up with a notification from Eddie, the smile crossing Steve’s face told Robin everything she needed to know about how he took the video.
“Slutty Steve worked?”
“Oh yeah, slutty Steve did exactly what he was supposed to.” Steve nodded, crafting a response to Eddie.
“And what exactly, pray tell, was he supposed to do to poor, unsuspecting Eddie?”
He stopped and looked up, confusion in his eyes. What was that supposed to do? Eddie had said he was hot, they said they liked each other’s work, but nothing else really happened from there. Worry crossed Steve’s face. Did he take it too far? Clearly Eddie was picking up what he was putting down, but what exactly did he want to put down?
“Dingus, did I lose you there?”
He shook his head, rattling the worry around inside his brain.
“No, no I’m fine. Shit, did I go too far?”
Robin rolled her eyes. “He liked the video, yeah?” He nodded. “Then what’s the problem? I can’t believe I’m telling you there’s nothing wrong with harmless flirting. I care about you dude, you’ve been alone for a while, maybe you deserve a little bit of fun.”
“Maybe?” He chuckled.
“Shut up I don’t do sappy! You were really excited when he messaged you, and it seems like he’s flirting, so flirt back!”
Steve nodded to himself. Robin was right. Eddie seemed to be into Steve’s flirting, and it’s not like they knew each other, they were just two internet personalities. They could flirt with each other in their DM’s, it’s fine. What’s the worst that could happen?
“Okay, yeah, you know what you’re right, what the hell.”
Eddie Whispers: Dude… what the fuck are you doing to me. Christ that was something else 🥵
ASMR KING: Christ? Nah you can just call me Steve 😉😘
ASMR KING: Sorry that was terrible, but I hope the video gave you tingles
ASMR KING: And I hope you liked it
ASMR KING: And I hope maybe it did some other things for you too…
🎤🎸🎧
Eddie’s jaw was on the floor.
“Please tell me you’re decent in there.” Max sounded annoyed hovering outside Eddie’s door.
“Shut up! I’m trying to think.”
“What, did that video like melt your brain out your ears or something?”
He sighed heavily. “Or something.”
“Gross. Hey I’ve got a favour to ask. Can you drive me to Dustin’s tomorrow?”
Eddie did a double take, composing himself enough to walk to the door and look Max in the eye. “You’re like 21, you can’t just drive yourself?”
“Not if I’m gonna be drinking I can’t. Besides, might be good to get you out of the house and into normal society, get your mind out of the gutter.” If looks could kill, Max would be a goner. “Please? I promise I won’t even bring up Steve again.”
He sighed and rubbed his temples with his fingers. “I know that’s a lie, but whatever, I’ll drive you.”
“You’re the best thanks!” She started to walk away, but caught sight of him staring at his phone again. “Don’t overthink it, just message him back.”
“How do you know it’s even Steve I’m texting?”
“I didn’t, but you just confirmed it for me idiot.”
Eddie rolled his eyes and shut his bedroom door again, opening up his conversation with Steve.
Eddie Whispers: Wouldn’t you like to know Stevie… 😏
Eddie Whispers: In all honesty dude, you should use the brush more often. The sounds are *chef’s kiss*
Eddie Whispers: And well the rest of it… yeah that did it for me.
Eddie Whispers: But enough inflating your ego. How’d you get into ASMR?
🎤👑🎧
Steve stayed up most of the night talking to Eddie, chatting about life, YouTube, their friends, whatever came to mind. He felt like they were actually connecting on a personal level, so naturally he was pissed when Dustin showed up earlier than planned the next morning with party supplies expecting Steve’s help with setup.
“What, are you pissed you can’t talk to your weird whisper boyfriend?” Dustin teased as they laid out towels on the lounge chairs.
“Huh? He’s not my—wait how do you know about this?”
“Robin, obviously. And I saw the video, man. You sure you didn’t mean to post that on Only Fans?”
“Fuck off, it wasn’t that bad.”
“Dude.” He stopped in his tracks and gave Steve a look. “You were like rubbing your tits. I had to turn it off, I felt like I was interrupting a moment between you and your right hand.” He shuddered.
“Tits? Not fucking cool man, there was nothing wrong with my video.”
“Keep telling yourself that Steve-o, but that maybe should have been saved for the private videos folder.”
“Whatever.”
They finished their setup shortly before the party was set to arrive, and as Steve had predicted, they were early. The boys and El were in the backyard already splashing around in the pool when Steve finally went to go change into his swimsuit. And of course, the doorbell rang once more as he was pulling up his trunks.
Whoever was outside seemed to be fighting the way siblings usually do. “Red why the hell did you drag me out of the car, you’re not five.”
“I told you, I needed help with my things. Where the hell is he?” Steve fiddled with the lock, knowing it sometimes stuck.
“Alright, alright, I’m coming, hold on—”
He opened the door to find Max, “Hey Steve, thanks for hosting.” She ruffled his hair as she ran by him, but she wasn’t alone at the door.
To Steve’s surprise, none other than Eddie Whispers stood on his doorstep.
“Eddie?”
“H-hi, um, what… what?”
Steve was rendered speechless. Never in his wildest dreams did he think his favourite ASMR creator, one he’d just made a pretty suggestive video for himself, would be on his doorstep, but here they were. “Sorry, sorry I’m being rude, come in. But also, hi, um, hi, nice to meet you, hi.” He shook his head. His entire suave demeanour he’d had over text message gone, Steve was rendered back to the disaster bisexual with a crush on the soft-spoken metalhead.
Eddie chuckled a little, eyes wide as he took in Steve. “Holy shit, you’re real, Max’s Steve, and that Steve are the same Steve? You’re not just like some dude in my screen?”
That made Steve laugh right back at him. “Yeah dude, ditto. I… this is gonna sound a little creepy, but I’ve been watching your stuff like every night for the past few months.” He didn’t want to say it, but he felt like he knew Eddie. But now, having him here in his home, he realized he didn’t know shit about him. Eddie’s cool, calm persona seemed to be just that, a persona, just like King Steve’s. Standing here, he seemed bright eyed and skittish, in cutoff shorts and a ripped band tee, not unlike the soft looking t-shirts he usually wore in his videos, but a lot less generic. His hair was wild, not as put together as it usually was when he filmed (probably the humidity), and his usual soft expression was replaced with one a little more natural; the surprise and wonder clear as day, and completely new for Steve.
Eddie let out a laugh coloured with anxiety. “That’s cool man, I um, I’ve never actually met one of my subscribers in the wild. I guess that’s my cue to say sorry that I hadn’t seen any of your videos before this week. But like… your videos are…” he trailed off, biting his lip, trying to find something appropriate to say. “You really live up to that King Steve name.”
Steve shook his head. “None of that here. I’m not actually a total douchebag like I am online, spoiler alert. I’m actually kind of a loser, closer to every embarrassing dad at a barbecue than I’d like to admit.”
“Well…” Eddie gave Steve a good once-over, making Steve flush as he was being checked out. “You certainly don’t look like any dads I’ve ever met at a barbecue.”
He smiled. “Do you meet a lot of dads at barbecues?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
As it turns out, Eddie and Max lived together with their uncle Wayne. He’d taken Max in when her mom went to rehab, and she just never left, finding it more comfortable with them. Eddie had moved to Hawkins after graduating high school in an even smaller town than where they were now, but he’d spent a lot of time with Wayne in Hawkins when he was growing up.
They chatted in the living room, following each other to the kitchen for a beer, and eventually staying there until Dustin, the shithead that he was, decided to interrupt their pleasant conversation.
“Steve! I thought you were gonna start the—holy shit.”
Steve gave him a pointed look, but apparently Dustin was blind.
“Oh my god you’re actually in the same room together.”
Eddie gave him a warning glare. “Watch yourself, Henderson.”
“Wh-what—Dustin, do you know Eddie?”
Dustin shot Steve a confused look. “Uh, duh, he’s been running our DnD campaign for like… the last three years.”
Steve slowly turned to look at Eddie. “Seriously? How has it taken this long for us to meet?”
“Not our fault you guys are idiots who never want to hang out with us.” Max scoffed as she pushed past them to grab a beer.
“Fuck all you guys. You know what, we should collaborate. One video for each channel.”
A shiver shot down Steve’s spine. The more he talked to Eddie, the more he found himself attracted to him. He didn’t know if he could handle doing ASMR with him, it almost felt too intimate, but he knew after his last video the views would be insane. Crush be damned, they were gonna make magic together.
“Yeah, actually that sounds like a great idea. Eddie, will you do me the honour of being my partner in ASMR?”
If Eddie’s smile faltered, nobody said anything about it. “Why yes, King Steve, I will.”
🎤🎸🎧
Eddie fucked up.
He had no idea what he was getting into when he agreed to film with Steve, but he just knew it was gonna be bad. Not the videos, oh no those would be great, but he was way too hot for him to not let it show on camera.
They’d talked a bit about ideas for their videos at Steve’s pool party, but Eddie didn’t hear a word of what was said, not when Steve’s glorious chest and thighs were on display again in those teeny tiny shorts. God, he had to get his shit together before Steve was set to arrive in… fifteen minutes.
“Shit, shit, shit!” He ran around the small townhouse he, Max and Wayne shared, throwing dishes in the sink and picking up the clothes strewn around his room. Max and Wayne were out for the day, knowing Eddie needed silence for filming. Max, ever the smartass, left him with a wink and a warning “Don’t get pregnant.”
He flipped her the bird, but she wouldn’t have seen halfway out the door already.
Finally moments before Steve was due to arrive, the place looked presentable. Eddie never really had a set space to film in, just filming wherever in his room he saw fit, but more often than not it ended up being done at his desk. Today though, today he’d be trying a few new things for a solid change of pace. He’d never filmed a video with anyone else, preferring to work solo. He’d also never filmed anything on his bed, and god even thinking that made him feel like he and Steve were about to do something illicit. He shook his head clearing his thoughts, and the doorbell rang.
Eddie spent a moment composing himself and opened the door to a smiling Steve and his bag of tricks. He looked incredible.
Knowing that Eddie’s videos weren’t nearly as suggestive as Steve’s were, he’d worn a soft tee with the sleeves rolled up and a light wash pair of jeans that Eddie knew would hug his ass immaculately. His hair was less coiffed than it usually was, but still neat, and beautifully tousled.
They were only filming his video today, Steve’s would be filmed tomorrow at his massive house, but his gut bubbled with anxiety.
“Hey man! So I was thinking about the theme for your video and I brought something I think might be cool if you’re down to do a little sound check ahead of time.” Steve held up a small black bag that Eddie recognized was for microphones.
“Sure I’m game. What were you thinking? Oh, we’re filming in my room, I set up the camera and everything already.”
Steve nodded and followed him through. For Eddie’s video, they were filming something Eddie was actually excited about. Max had never really been into the idea of being on camera, but he’d always wanted to try filming a video drawing on someone’s back. Eddie’s channel was pretty wholesome, and that seemed like the nostalgic type of trigger his viewers might be into.
Eddie lead them into his room and motioned Steve to sit on the bed while he adjusted the camera once more. Steve got to work opening his bag and pulling out two lav mics, making Eddie stop for a second. That’s what he used in the last video, the one with the brush, the one that… he needed to stop thinking about it before he popped another boner over it. Correct. There were multiple.
“So like I was thinking maybe if I clip one of each to the inside collar of my shirt—“
“Oh! And then pan each one left and right in post to simulate the ears?”
Steve snapped his fingers. “Exactly! Then if you have another mic, or even just your headphones in the middle for like room tone to go underneath. What do you think.”
Pretty and smart, I think you’re the whole package.
“I think it’s pretty fucking genius dude. Can we test it first?”
The other man nodded, already threading the lavalier wires up his shirt. “Just let me clip them and then you can move em around if you think you need to.” He clipped the mics and turned his back to Eddie. Eddie placed the third mic and hit record. He approached Steve cautiously, rubbing his hands together around where Steve had placed the mics, making some soft noises with his mouth as he went.
“Man, those sounds are like, so relaxing.” Steve chuckled lowly, not quite whispering yet, but also not wanting to startle Eddie.
Eddie laughed. “I’d like to think I’m pretty good at this whole… being quiet and relaxing thing despite you know, who I am.”
“What do you mean despite who I am, Eddie you’re awesome.”
Eddie scoffed at that “I fucking know dude, I just meant… you know… I can be pretty loud and abrasive outside of filming.” He felt he had enough to go off of, so he stopped the test recording and brought it into his editing software, doing as Steve suggested, panning the audio to each ear, and popped his headphones on. He hit play and instantly his face lit up.
“Sound good?”
“Steve… this is amazing, totally brings it up a level. Thank you.” He dropped the files into a TEST bin, saved out the project, and set up for the real thing. “Okay, so I guess I’ll just do my normal intro, introduce you, and then get into it?”
Steve nodded in agreement and turned to face the camera for the intro. It was awkward doing multiple takes without having someone there to film for them, but Eddie was used to it, and eventually, they got there.
“Hey there my little rockstars, it’s me, Eddie Whispers, and today, I’m joined by a very special guest from a kingdom not so far away.”
Steve gave a little wave. “Hey dreamers, it’s your reigning monarch Steve from ASMR KING, and I’m excited to join you guys today.”
Eddie smiled at Steve, he seemed so comfortable on camera even though it was his first time filming for Eddie’s audience. He hoped he’d be as confident for Steve’s video. “As you may know, this is my first collab. Yay!” He waved his hands excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to do this trigger, but it requires a second person. So today, Steve is gonna be my canvas for a little game of back scratch Pictionary.”
“And maybe we can switch it up and I can play?”
Eddie looked at Steve surprised. “Y-yeah dude, for sure, we can cut this out in post, but I’d be down to switch it up near the end.”
“Cool.” They continued rolling as Steve got into place, his back to the camera so the audience could see what Eddie was drawing.
“Steve, may I touch you?”
The breath seemed to get caught in his throat, but he nodded. “Yes Eddie you may.”
Eddie huffed out a laugh and laid his palms on Steve’s back. He gently roved the expanse of it, brushing up and down with his palms to warm him up. “A little something to start us off with, get you nice and relaxed.”
Steve hummed gently, his head lolling to the side. “Dude, this is so nice.”
Eddie’s head slumped forward, almost breaking his character, but keeping it intact to nod. “Is this your first time doing ASMR with someone else too?”
“Mmhmm. Always loved having back rubs growing up, I wouldn’t fall asleep without one for a bit, so this is great.”
“Well Stevie, don’t fall asleep on me just yet, we’ve got a game to play.” Eddie pulled out a plastic chopstick and began to dot Steve’s back with it. “Gonna start drawing on you with my ‘pencil’, try to guess what it is.” He drew a circle right in the middle of Steve’s back with some wavy lines around it, and waited expectantly.
“Is it the sun?”
“Bingo! You’re good at this. Okay next one.” Eddie traced two lines down, and a fluffy feeling blob on top.
“Ummm… is it a thunder cloud?”
“Nope, guess again.”
“A tree?”
“There we go.”
Eddie continued on for another fifteen minutes tracing shapes and words on Steve’s back and making him guess them. In between these, he’d run his hands over his spine, scrape his fingers across his shoulder blades and zigzag back up, acknowledging it wasn’t to be guessed, just to be enjoyed. Steve hummed gratefully, his head starting to slump forward, and his breathing slowing down. “Hey Eds?” He drawled sleepily.
“Hm?”
“D’you wanna switch? I’m about to fall asleep over here.”
Eddie nodded. “Sure man. I’ll stop the camera and we can take a quick break?”
Once the camera stopped, Steve groaned lowly. “My god that felt incredible. I always forget how nice it is to actually feel someone doing that rather than just hearing it.” He swiped his hands over his face a few times and took a sip of water from the bottle beside Eddie’s bed. “OH, I’m so sorry dude, I didn’t even ask if you were okay with us going the other way before I suggested it. We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
Eddie shook his head. “No no, it’s fine, that’s fine by me. Here, pass me the mics and I’ll let you fix them?”
They took a few minutes break and attached the mics to Eddie, and soon enough were filming again.
He could feel Steve’s hands lingering over his back, but Steve seemed to stop himself. “Eddie… can I touch you?”
Eddie nodded. Something about the way Steve said those words… Eddie could practically hear the wheels turning in Steve’s mind as his hands made contact with his back. Steve’s touch was gentle as predicted, but firm, and sure, and suddenly Eddie was terrified for what was in store for him when they filmed Steve’s video.
His hands glided over his back like Eddie’s did, but also up and over his shoulders, and again down his arms. This isn’t part of the game a small part of Eddie thought, but a larger part of him hummed in acknowledgment of how nice it felt to be touched like this. Steve repeated his path from the base of Eddie’s spine, up his back, over his shoulders, down his arms and back again a few times before stopping at the nape of his neck.
“Hey Eds,” he whispered in one ear before moving to the other, “I’m just gonna move your hair out of the way.”
Eddie shivered but nodded all the same, and felt Steve’s hands start near his crown and part the hair downwards down the back of his head. His fingers were dull, but the scratch itself was so nice, he let out a shuddering breath as Steve parted his unruly hair and swept it over his shoulders.
He never swore on his channel, so Eddie chose his words carefully. “Dang Stevie, that was nice.”
Steve chuckled lowly, picking up the chopstick and tapping his fingers on it a bit. “Yeah? Hmm I’ll have to remember that for when we film the next one.”
If Eddie thought he was screwed before, he knew he was screwed now.
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Steve knew he shouldn’t have, this wasn’t part of the plan for Eddie’s video, but he couldn’t resist getting his fingers in his hair, even for just a minute. It was calling to him, it was unruly and curly, but still so soft.
He picked up the little chopstick, remembering the task at hand, and started tracing words on Eddie’s back. Soft, tap, tingle, he guessed every one of them right, damn Eddie was good at this!
Eddie chuckled lowly, the vibrations of his laugh rumbled beneath Steve’s fingers as he swiped them over his back. “You’re right Stevie, this is really nice.”
Steve leaned in close to the mic near Eddie’s right ear, breathing lowly. “Does it give you tingles?”
He felt a shiver run down Eddie’s spine at that, and Eddie nodded in agreement.
Steve moved to the other ear, dragging his fingers down Eddie’s back again as he whispered a low, seductive, “Good.”
He could feel his King Steve persona coming out again. Steve had no idea what Eddie was doing to him, he wasn’t even on the receiving end this time, but having Eddie all soft and pliant before him made Steve want to take care of him, turn up his charm, make him squirm. But he decided now wasn’t the time and place, he’d save that for his own video.
His own video that he was now rethinking the theme of…
Steve chuckled and kept that thought in the back of his mind for later, forgetting for a minute that he was on camera. He traced a few more words on Eddie’s back before Eddie signalled to him that they should start to wrap it up.
“One more, okay Eds? I’ll spell it out for you.”
Steve moved himself closer to Eddie, using his fingers to trace the words this time instead of the chopstick. He leaned in so his breath could catch the mic, alternating with each word as he traced them on Eddie’s back.
“To… be… continued.”
Eddie laughed lowly, his breath getting caught in his throat from… nervousness? Did Eddie feel the same frenetic energy Steve did when he was close?
He ended his part of the video the same way he started it, sliding his hands up and over Eddie’s back and arms once more, dragging his fingertips and nails softly across his skin and feeling the goosebumps rise.
“Time for an outro?” Eddie whispered, even though he’d cut this bit out, but not wanting to break the sizzling tension.
“Mhm,” Steve hummed, pulling Eddie’s hair back over his shoulders. “Let’s un-mic you.”
The boys untangled the mics from under Eddie’s shirt and took one each, Eddie saying his sweet little goodbye to his viewers, and Steve smiling softly beside him. Eddie’s setup wasn’t anything crazy, so cleaning up and popping his memory card into the computer took no time at all; they sat in silence as Eddie offloaded the footage.
“Sound okay?”
Eddie nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah man, it sounds great. Thanks again for doing this, your channel is like… huge, I really appreciate the exposure.”
Steve chuckled. “I should be thanking you, you’re still like my favourite creator in the community, the fact that we’re collabing is like… crazy exciting.” A light blush coloured Steve’s cheeks. He stood and scratched the back of his neck, moving to leave. “So, uh, I’ve gotta get back, but meet me tomorrow at mine at say two?”
“Two works. Anything you want me to bring?”
“Just yourself. Oh, and maybe if you have any tank tops, one of those?”
Eddie let out a belly laugh, the loudest sound in the room in hours. “Right, I forgot your content is a little more… adult than mine.”
Steve shrugged. “I mean yeah, it is, but you’d also just look great in a tank, show off those arms.” He turned, leaving Eddie stunned. “One more thing actually, maybe I can take you out to dinner after?”
“D-dinner?”
“Yeah, to celebrate and all.”
The older man nodded, his dark curls flopping in front of his eyes, wide and alert. “Y-yeah, sure, dinner, cool. Two pm at yours?”
“Two pm at mine. See ya Eddie.”
Steve’s hands were clammy when he got to his car, but he did it, he successfully asked Eddie out. He was giddy the whole ride home, something Robin immediately noticed.
“What’s up with you dingus?”
“I’m taking Eddie on a date tomorrow.” He smiled, stealing a bite of the pasta she was cooking.
“You’re ridiculous, you know that? Trying to date the guy you listen to before falling asleep like every night? Are you doing this for your own personal ASMR machine?”
“Shit, he’s gonna be here tomorrow to film with me.”
“The studio is already clean—”
“Yeah but it’s not cozy. After dinner can you help me move around some furniture?”
Robin rolled her eyes but agreed all the same. “So what do you have in store for our poor unsuspecting Edward?”
He shrugged. “Nothing crazy, some pretty standard King Steve stuff.”
She laughed full and loud. “Oh so you’re gonna take him out before you even take him out then?”
Steve frowned, trying to look offended. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, I just don’t think Eddie is ready for the full force of your online persona.”
“No, I know he’s not ready, this is gonna make for some great content.”
Robin put down the wooden spoon she was holding and took Steve’s hands in hers, going serious for a moment. “Can you stop thinking about work for like a minute so I can ask you something, and can you answer me truthfully?”
That wiped the smile from Steve’s face; it went solemn as he answered. “Of course Robs.”
“You’ve been like obsessed with his videos for a really long time now. Eddie seems like a really nice guy, and I’d hate to… Steve… you didn’t just ask him out so you could get some good King Steve content, did you?”
“What? Robin, you know me, you know I’d never do that, right?”
“I know Steve, but ever since you met him… all you’ve been able to talk about or think about is this stupid video.”
“Robs… Robs no, I think I really like him. I mean, I’m attracted to him, I want him around, he makes me laugh. You weren’t there when we were filming today. The tension, it was…” Steve shook his head, unable to find the right word. “It was electric Robin. I didn’t want today to end, I wanted to keep touching him, I think I wanted to kiss him—”
“Alright loverboy that’s enough from you. I get it. You’re into Eddie. Just be careful, okay?”
“Yes mom.”
That night, the two of them switched up their studio space and replaced Steve’s desk chair with a comfy arm chair. Steve pre-set his camera and got his mics set up in preparation of the next day’s shoot.
He was excited, he was nervous, he was… interested to see how Eddie would react. Not that Steve had planned anything over the top for his video, but Eddie’s work was definitely a lot more conservative; he wondered if filming with Steve might be a shock to his system.
Steve was restless that night, anxious for their shoot, and their date to roll around. He spent the next morning showering and primping himself, he could honestly feel Robin getting tired of him asking if his outfit and his hair and his space looked okay for the shoot.
Two o’clock simultaneously rolled around way too fast and way too slow for Steve’s liking. He wrung his hands together nervously until he heard the doorbell, then he ran taking two steps at a time to catch Eddie before Robin did.
Steve was not emotionally prepared for what lie behind his front door.
Eddie’s curls were wild as always, but he’d tamed them in a way that made them look deliberately messy. His bangs, instead of falling directly into his eyes, were parted a bit in the middle, swooping gently off to each side of his face. His arms were pale, making the black ink of his tattoos stand out even more, and his shirt, Steve thanked the gods for his choice of shirt, his shirt looked like a homemade tank, the sleeves lobbed off and arm holes wide open. Steve gave Eddie a good once over before even saying anything to him, and felt his heart stutter in his chest as their eyes met. Eddie’s big brown gorgeous eyes were rimmed with a thin smattering of black eyeliner.
“Take a picture dude, it’ll last longer.” Eddie winked, and pushed past Steve into the house.
“H-hey man, you look… you look… yeah um that’s perfect.”
What a sight we’ll be. Steve thought. Eddie had never shown this much skin on his own channel, nor had he ever worn makeup. The pretty boy and the rocker was going to be Steve’s best video yet, but he’d really have to keep up with his act, and seeing Eddie standing in front of him, he knew that would be hard.
“Here, let me show you the studio.” Steve dragged him upstairs, bolting past Robin and setting Eddie up in the arm chair in front of the camera.
“So judging on the setup, this isn’t a role-play video?”
Steve shook his head. “Nah, I do it, but it’s not my favourite thing to film by far. It just feels awkward, even if people love it. I figured we’d do a little personal attention? Light touches, hair play, things like that if that’s okay?”
Eddie smiled. “If it’s gonna feel anything like it did yesterday, then I’m more than okay with that.” Steve grinned like the Cheshire Cat and plugged in his mics. “Dude your setup is insane.”
“Thanks man, I usually upgrade with every milestone I hit to keep it interesting. You okay with what I’ve got going on for today? Figured these might pick up some of the whispering, and then these the touches.”
He watched Eddie survey the setup, nodding in approval. “Horny, and smart. You’ve got a good handle on sound, no wonder you have so many subs.”
Steve shook his head, letting out a low chuckle as he turned on his ring light. “Shut up man I’m not that horny.”
Eddie raised his eyebrows but left it at that.
“So um, before we start, is there anything off limits? Like any hard no’s?”
The other man’s eyebrows shot up. Eddie scoffed. “What, like a yes/maybe/no list? Steve, we’re making an ASMR video, not porn.”
“Yeah, yeah I know, but some people don’t like certain triggers or whatever. Just making sure—”
“I’m game for it all, never met a personal attention trigger I didn’t like.”
Eddie’s words calmed Steve a touch. He angled the viewfinder towards him so he could check the framing of the front camera, and back camera, and finally hit record. Eddie jumped a little as he clapped his hands for the sync. “Just stop me if there’s anything you’re uncomfortable with, kay?”
Eddie nodded and kept his eyes on Steve as he found his place behind Eddie. “I trust you Steve.”
Steve touched Eddie’s shoulder in acknowledgement and cleared his throat, ready to begin.
“Hey Dreamers, welcome back to the Kingdom. Thanks for joining me again, I hope you’re having a wonderful morning, afternoon, or night.” Steve’s voice was low and sensual, speaking slowly into the mics by Eddie’s head. “We’ve got a very special guest with us today, would you like to introduce yourself?”
Eddie let out a short breath and smiled. He fluttered his fingers by the mics, rings scraping together softly. “Thanks Steve, I’m Eddie Whispers, but you can just call me Eddie. For all my little rockstars who are subscribed, thanks for joining me on Steve’s channel, and for all Steve’s little rockstars, it’s very, very nice to meet you.”
“So for all of you who didn’t know, Eddie Whispers is actually my favourite ASMR channel.” He pointed to the left. “You can find a link to his channel here, and the video we filmed yesterday here. You’ll love it my dreamers. I’ll also link him in the description because trust me, you’ll want to check him out. Now, onto the video. Remember kids, consent is sexy. Eddie, can I touch you?”
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Eddie could feel his cheeks heating up, the implications of what they were talking about earlier mixed with Steve’s wording really had his mind running wild. He nodded, praying the camera wouldn’t pick up his blush.
“Use your words, sweetheart. Can I touch you?”
His breath caught in his throat. But he managed to choke out a soft “Yes Steve.”
“Good boy.” And then Steve’s hands were on him. He started at Eddie’s shoulders, gently dragging his fingers over the exposed skin there before trailing down his arms the way he had yesterday. It really was heavenly, Eddie was on cloud nine. “How’s that feel?”
Eddie nodded, his eyes falling shut as Steve picked up one of his hands. “Mmmm, really good.” Steve held one of Eddie’s hands, and gently ran his other fingers over the palm. He traced up and down Eddie’s fingers then flipped the hand to trace over the back of it. It was an odd feeling, but nice, strangely intimate having Steve hold his hand, touching it so softly. Steve dropped his hand back down to the armrest of the chair and trailed back up Eddie’s arms.
“Doing okay there, Eds?”
He nodded lazily. “Yeah, s’nice.”
“Good, great, perfect.” Steve whispered into the mics, alternating sides, eventually repeating ‘perfect’ while he stroked Eddie’s shoulders once more.
Eddie’s long curly locks brushed over Steve’s knuckles, and it didn’t take him long to start brushing through the ends of it, eventually working his way up to the scalp. Eddie shivered when Steve’s nails grazed his scalp, feeling like every nerve was a live wire, hell bent on electrocuting him. And then, as quickly as they were there, they were gone.
“Hey dude, how do you feel about the orgasmatron?”
Eddie’s eyes shot open as he choked out a nervous laugh. “The wh-what now?”
Steve shook his head. “Just close your eyes, I think you’ll like it.”
Eddie had to remember that this was going on youtube, it couldn’t actually be anything pornographic if Steve was going to monetize it. He didn’t even have time to think about what the orgasmatron could possibly be when he felt something touch his head, something that lit up every nerve ending in his scalp. He gasped, tingles trailing down his spine as he went rigid. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a soft whimper, letting his neck go lax.
“You okay man?”
“Y-yeah dude, holy shit. Holy shit that’s intense.”
“Too much? What’s your colour, baby?”
Eddie didn’t want to shake his head, worried the sensation of the whisk-like contraption in his hair would make him let out another string of embarrassing sounds. “No, nah, green, it’s perfect.”
He didn’t even think about how Steve asked him that, or how quickly he responded as if he were responding to a lover during sex. Eddie couldn’t see Steve, but he just knew Steve had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face behind him. The little wires scraped his scalp methodically as Steve pulled it through his hair, up and down, tiny sighs leaving Eddie’s lips as it went. His arms erupted in goosebumps, goosebumps that rose even higher as Steve’s fingers grazed over them slowly.
“Good boy. You’re so sensitive, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh, it’s so good.”
He could feel Steve coming closer again, lips at his ear as he whispered. “Well can’t have too much of a good thing now, can we?”
Steve removed the wire contraption from Eddie’s hhairt awnd brushracing as Steve worked through his hair. The way his fingers gently brushthrough it gently again with his fingers, and eventually got a flat wooden brush out. He pulled it through the knots, Eddie not even phased as he was way past relaxed and practically goo in Steve’s capable hands. His scalp was still so sensitive, nerves firing on all cylinders after the wonder that was the orgasmatron. He was so incredibly relaxed, but his ear as he whispered. “Well can’t have too much of a good thing now, can we?”
“Hey Eds?”
“Hmm?”
Steve chuckled in his ear, apparently noticing the slight crack in Eddie’s voice. “Mind if I put your hair up for a bit?”
“Not at all, go ahead my liege.”
Eddie could practically feel Steve shaking his head at him as he gathered his hair into a neat bun at the top of his head. He smoothed the flyaways, eliciting shivers from Eddie, until his neck was bare. Steve kept running his fingers up the nape of Eddie’s neck into his hairline giving Eddie tingles like he’d never experienced in his life. The scraping of Steve’s fairly dull nails was glorious, making him finally understand the meaning of the phrase ‘hurts so good’.
“Look at that.” Steve whispered into the mic. “You’re all pretty and red for me baby.” The last line whispered directly into his ear. Eddie’s breath hitched, but Steve didn’t move away like he had before. Instead, he moved even closer, puckered lips a hair’s breadth away from Eddie’s ear, and let out a soft kiss.
Eddie bit his lip as Steve’s lips grazed his ear, dragging up the shell of it and making him burn hot and red.
“S-Steve…”
Steve’s chuckle was no more than a breath of air huffed between them through a smile. “Would you like me to keep going?”
“Please.”
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Having the go ahead from Eddie drove Steve wild. This time he didn’t hesitate, fully committing to kissing the shell of Eddie’s ear over and over.
Steve had never filmed anything like this. Most of his videos were totally scripted, each minute carefully crafted to toe the line between sweet and seductive; but now he knew that had been thrown out the door as he jumped off the cliff right into sensual territory with his guest. This wasn’t planned, he swears all he had planned for this video was actually just personal attention, but all bets were off the second Eddie started straight up whimpering minutes earlier. He had no idea how this would affect either of them, and over.
He was running on pure instinct now, kissing down the shell of Eddie’s ear to his lobe, pulling that between his lips. Steve’s tongue joined the mix, flicking over his earlobe once, and tracing a slick path down his neck. Eddie seemed to love that; his jaw went slack and he let out a breathy “Mmm f-fuck” when Steve bit down ct either of them, and over.
Eddie’s voice was something straight out of a wet dream. He was so responsive, so pliant in Steve’s hands, tilting his neck to give Steve better access to kiss up his neck back to his ears. He moved to Eddie’s other side doing the same thing, lightly kissing down his ears, pulling his earlobe between his lips and sucking, licking down his neck, biting his shoulder, and back again, this time stopping at his earlobe. Steve pulled skin between his teeth, scraping at it lightly as he tugged and let it go, turning his attention back to his neck. He found a spot that made Eddie whimper again and went at it full force. “S-shit Steve, your mouth…”
“Yeah sweetheart? Feel good?”
“Uh huh…”
Steve pulled back a foot, turning Eddie’s face towards his. The spot he’d been working at was now blooming purple and red, a bruise forming, something he’d not planned on doing.
“Shit, Eddie, your neck—”
“Steve—”
“—I’m sorry, I never meant to—”
“Steve—”
“—I feel like I’ve—”
“Steve! Please… don’t make me beg for it.”
Eddie’s face was beet red, but his eyes were unwavering when they met Steve’s again. A flutter ran through his belly, propelling him forward, as his lips finally met Eddie’s in a heated kiss.
He couldn’t help but feel that everything was leading up to this. His crush on Eddie now felt like an intense burn as their lips parted only to meet again immediately. The soft drag of Eddie’s tongue against Steve’s drew sounds from him he hadn’t made in ages, making him feel things beyond what he’d ever felt with another person. Eddie felt good, Eddie felt right, and he didn’t want this to end. But all good things come to an end eventually.
Neither of them heard the near silent click of the door opening, nor did they hear Robin’s gentle “Hey dingus…” but they did her her loud “oh for fuck’s sake!”
The two pulled away, totally unable to hide what was just happening.
“Shit, Robbie, what the hell!”
“Are you two idiots still filming this? What kind of video are you making?”
Eddie bit his lip, holding the giggle threatening to bubble over while Steve rolled his eyes.
“I think this may be my fault…” Eddie started.
“No, this is totally his fault,” she pointed at Steve, “happy for you, but this horny asshole has been waiting to get his hands on you—”
“Robin!”
Eddie’s head whipped around to look at Steve. “Wait, really?”
“Well, yeah Eddie. I told you I liked you—”
“You told me you liked my videos.”
Steve’s shoulders dropped. “Yeah I like those too, but you… is that okay?”
“Is that okay, oh my god Steve that’s more than okay. I’m like stupidly into you and very har—”
“THAT’S MY CUE TO LEAVE.” Robin stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
Steve let out a full belly laugh and sat on the arm of the chair Eddie was occupying. “You were gonna say very hard, right? Or did I just mishear that?”
“Are you gonna make me say it?”
He cocked his eyebrow and shimmied his shoulders. “Do I make ya horny, baby?”
Eddie collapsed back into the chair, pushing himself as low as he could go without falling off. “That was a horrible Austin Powers impression. I can’t believe you gave me a boner on fucking camera.”
Steve bent down and left a wet smack of a kiss on Eddie’s cheek. “Don't worry babe, your secret is safe with me. But um… yeah… this is still recording.”
“Fuck, I’m so sorry Steve, we’ll have to re-film—“
“Why?”
Eddie blinked up at him. “Because… because we can’t put that on youtube…”
“Yeah we can… there’s this wonderful little thing called editing, ever heard of it?”
“So… so you’re okay with everything else then, like everything before the kiss?”
Steve shrugged. “You’ve seen my content, there’s worse out there. I’m fine if you’re fine with it, and we can set it to 18+ if it’s too much. But if you’re not—”
“Stevie… as long as you cut out the kiss, I’m fine with it. But that… I want that to be ours.”
He smiled at Eddie and took his hand, brushing the knuckle with his thumb. “Of course sweetheart; I know Robbie kind of ruined it, but that kiss will always just be for us.”
Steve noticed the glint in Eddie’s eyes as the older man found is confidence and kissed Steve once more. “How the hell am I supposed to keep my hands off you long enough to finish this video?”
He smirked. “I mean, I don’t have cuffs, but I’ve got ties if we really wanna go there—”
“You’re killing me man!” Eddie flopped back in the chair once again. “Focus Stevie, finish the video so I can finally touch you.”
“Okay, okay, okay, right. I-I can put a cross dissolve in there somewhere. Ear eating and kisses aren’t a weird trigger, people do it all the time, we can just… pick it up somewhere?”
“Yeah… yeah okay… okay cool that’s good.”
Steve nodded and looked into the camera awkwardly, unable to hide his blush. “Uh… take two I guess?”
He moved back behind Eddie and pressed his lips to the faint purple spot, leaving himself enough time for the fade before trailing back up his neck with kisses. Once again, he nibbled at Eddie’s ear while his fingers trailed over his jaw and collarbone, tracing the bone beneath his skin.
“How’re you feeling, nice and relaxed now?”
“Y-yeah, s’nice Stevie.” Eddie sounded blissed out, but Steve knew that was partially an act to match the energy of where they were before the kiss.
“Good job baby. Gonna say goodbye to all our friends now?”
He nodded, a sleepy smile on his lips as he waved into the camera.
Steve chuckled. “I think we wore down our new friend here.”
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Eddie could barely hear Steve do his outro. The blood in his veins swooshing in his ears was the only thing he heard, his heart beating erratically the only thing he felt. That had really just happened. Not only did Steve have Eddie hard in his jeans from being an absolute tease and seductress on camera, but he made Eddie put his heart on the line, and even more shockingly, reciprocated his feelings.
“Eds, you okay baby?”
Eddie shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts long enough to glance at Steve stopping the recording. “Yeah, yeah, it’s just been quite the afternoon.”
Steve chuckled and bent down to peck Eddie on the lips. “I meant what I said, okay? I like you, when I take you for dinner later, I want it to be a date.”
“I meant what I said too, I’m stupidly into you, and incredibly hard so we may want to wait a bit while I think of naked grandmas or something before we leave this house—”
“Eddie—”
He let out a snort. “I’m kidding. Well I’m not really, I do actually have a problem below deck, but I like you too, okay? And I’d be thrilled to date you, like properly with all the wooing and shit.”
“What, you weren’t wooed enough when I spent twenty minutes sucking on your ears?”
Eddie laughed a big belly laugh, slumping over in his seat, tears coming to his eyes. “Hot, talented, and funny, how the hell did I land you again?”
“Beats me, you put me to sleep every time you speak.”
He kissed Steve slowly, savouring the taste of him on his lips. “Oh but you love it baby, don’t you?”
Steve smiled. “Yeah, yeah I do.”
🎤👑🎸🎧
The videos were an instant hit. Both go viral in the ASMR community hitting a million views in under a week, the fastest any of Steve’s videos had hit a million views. Eddie was overwhelmed by how much love they’d been getting on both their channels (and was a little more than overwhelmed by how much love he was getting specifically on Steve’s video).
Steve considered it an accomplishment how many hateful comments he’d gotten about how sexual his video was. He labelled it for possible mature content, even adding ✨spicy✨and 18+ to the title, but people always wanted to be mad about something.
“Hey Stevie…” Eddie started. They’d been dating now for four months, continuing to do their channels solo, but each making guest appearances in the other’s video every once and a while. “What do you think about maybe doing a joined channel? So we can do our collabs there and not have to worry about always filming a video for each of our channels?”
Steve cocked his head. “I think that’s a great idea. Three channels between the two of us to keep it simple? Then we can have our own guests and do our own things separately too. Eddie that’s brilliant.”
Eddie was glad Steve was receptive to the idea, but he looked like he had something else on his mind. His gaze was faraway, and he looked… nervous.
“Actually Eddie, this works out perfectly. For me anyways… I was gonna ask… I mean you don’t have to, I know you’re totally happy and free where you are now, but…” He pushed his hair back out of his eyes.
“Stevie, what is it?”
“I know it’s early, but I was gonna ask if you wanted to move in with me.”
He raised his eyebrows in shock. That was the last thing he thought Steve would want to ask him. He was right, it was early in their relationship, but Eddie knew he felt forever about Steve, he knew it from the moment they’d made eye contact months ago by the front door.
“Really? You… you’d want me here with you?”
“Of course baby. I love you, I always want you around.”
Eddie jumped into Steve’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck, and he kissed him soundly.
“I-is that a yes?”
Rolling his eyes, Eddie shoved Steve lightly and smiled. “Of course you idiot, I love you too, and I’d love to move in with you.”
Steve’s eyes lit up at his boyfriend’s response. The kiss he planted on Eddie was more on his teeth than his lips because of how widely he’d been smiling. But still, it was perfect.
In his wildest dreams, he could have never imagined he’d actually meet one of his favourite people. He’d never believed in soulmates, but Steve knew that if they existed, Eddie was his. His life had completely changed in the months he’d known Eddie, and Steve never wanted to look back at what it was like before. Eddie was his; his partner in creating, partner in crime, partner in life, he was ready for Eddie to be there by his side every second of the day for the rest of their lives.
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things fic#steddie fic#asmr AU#my writing
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"Do you know with whom your children correspond on the Internet??"
For several days now, we with friends have been sticking in bots with Character AI. I have already chatted with Kratos, received hit from Anton Castillo and for some reason played it out with Wesker so that at least write a fanfic on this "role-playing" .......
By the way, this is Alan, the character - guardian of my main alter ego
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nicki minaj and her relationship with ab*sers
[TW: r*pe/statutory r*pe/s*xual ab*se, doxxing, stalking, etc.]
anyone who is involved with stan culture probably knows nicki, and how close of a relationship she has with her fans. nicki is wildly popular and influential as an artist. she paved an even larger path for a new generation for women in rap, and even though there are women who came before her, it is quite clear a lot of the new rap we hear is an extension of nicki’s influence. let me preface this with some things. i am not here to attack nicki, discredit her or accuse her of anything, as a matter of fact i want to say that everything in this is allegedly. a lot of this stuff can be found in articles over the internet, so if anything there can be links to those articles found throughout this article.
now let us begin…
roman zolanski, i am sure you’ve heard that name before. it is one of her most famous “alter egos”. roman is known as her violent, threatening and vulgar alter who has been featured in verses like the one on monster by kanye west. a lot of people have taken a liking to roman because of their delivery, realness and aggression. it is sort of like the version of nicki who doesn’t take shit from anyone and will destroy whoever tries to take them down. although a lot of people love this alter ego, roman zolanski is quite literally a play on words to the director roman polanski who plead guilty to a hefty amount of crimes, including but not limited to, unlawful s*xual intercourse with a m*nor. although nicki has famously rapped “Yes, my name is Roman, last name Zolanski But no relation to Roman Polanski” in the song stupid hoe, it is very disturbing to think she has created an alter ego known for being violent with a name that can be associated with a person so disgusting.
for a while now, nicki has faced criticism for working with ab*sers, so much hate that many barbz believe that there was a hate train formed against her from 2017 to 2019, before she had her career resurgence from tiktok. she had claimed to retire in 2019 but then came back and made not one, but TWO songs with tekashi 6ix9ine, FEFE and TROLLZ. there was a lottttt of backlash for this, and for good reason too. since the beginning of his career 6ix9ine has been in a whirlwind of controversy. from the infamous “snitching”, to instigating actual gang members and disrespecting the dead, to allegedly partcipating in the r*pe of a minor. he was sued for a couple of things relating to this such as child sexual abuse. https://pitchfork.com/news/tekashi-6ix9ine-sued-for-2015-sexual-assault-of-a-minor/ not only did she work with him on the track, she publicly defended him and fought for him to perform with her at the VMAs. she said, “It is what it is. When I know somebody there’s nothing you can tell me about him. That’s just how it is.” now most rappers stayed away from danny (6ix9ine) because of his controversial career, but she didn’t. which is kind of disturbing because as a mother, why would you want to be connected to someone who has done something like that to a child?
she has also collaborated with dr. luke numerous times, and even gave him a number one hit for “super freaky girl” recently. dr. luke is known for his (alleged) ab*se towards the artist, kesha. many people have been clocked for working with him because he has worked so hard to destroy kesha’s career after she made the allegations against him. In 2011, britney spears, nicki minaj and kesha were all on a remix of till the world ends. only eleven years later, in 2022, when asked about kesha on queen radio, nicki claimed to not know who she is. this is sort of hard to believe ESPECIALLY when she tweeted this in 2010:
well that’s not the only r*pist she proudly stands by. let’s talk about her brother who is facing 25 to life for predatory sexual assault. let me start off by saying, it’s not nicki’s fault that her brother is heinous, but what makes it horrible is the fact that SHE PAID $100K FOR HIS BAIL. not only did she do that, but she doubled down by saying she supports him “100 percent” (more like 100,000) and even made a post after his arrest about how much she loves him. i guess this goes to show nicki might have a type of people she likes to surround herself with.
this is a post she made to her brother, despite him being a full blown child r*pist.
her husband is also famously known for being a r*pist, whether her fans want to believe it or not. in 1995 he was accused of first degree attempted r*pe, and to this day he has to register as a s*x offender. not only did she start a relationship with this man knowingly, she also married and procreated with him as well. really solidifying her stance on being a r*pe apologist. his victim has also filed a harassment lawsuit against him because the pair supposedly tried to pay her $500K to recant her story so he would not have to register as a sex offender anymore.
one thing about barbz, those fuckers do not play. nicki is often talked about because of her many beefs with other women in rap. from cardi b, to lil kim, to now megan thee stallion, coi leray and latto. a lot more recently, nicki has been going to her show, queen radio, to air out some of her business. when this happens, whether a direct name is mentioned or not, fans are quick to figure out who is being talked about, and tries to put them in their place. take the queen of the hot girls for instance, nicki went to queen radio and spoke about an experience she had with another female rapper who was trying to pressure her to drink while she was trying to conceive. she said: “Imagine telling someone you didn’t want a drink… you know, because you were, at the time, possibly pregnant, because you were actively trying to have a baby,” she said. “Imagine that person saying, ‘Oh girl, you can go to the clinic!”
anyways, barbz started attacking megan, because they assumed it was her. megan refuted the claims by saying “LIE”.
mind you, this person directly tagged megan, and made these awful claims, what was she supposed to do? be quiet, not speak on it, and let the internet think she was hiding in shame because of these allegations? well, apparently she should have, because barbz started attacking her because in the original story no name was mentioned, and even though fans were tagging meg, asking her to speak on it, meg was supposedly wrong for responding to something she was never involved in.
another issue is presented in text messages to a reporter who was somehow doxxed after speaking negatively about nicki. her twitter is @KimberlyNFoster and she shared screenshots of messages received from barbz.
this is the tweet that warranted the response that follows:
and instead of nick putting a stop to her fans, she was liking tweets that backed up why her fans were right for doing that.
i know barbz are a super large, and influential fan base, but it is quite clear there is a lot wrong with nicki and her stance on things. instead of listening to her criticisms, or even allowing others to have an opinion that is anything other than positive, people like to believe that there is a higher power in the industry trying to take her down. nicki has done a lot of things wrong in her career, and instead of acknowledging those critiques, she gets defensive and doubles down on it.
who knows, do you think her stance on ab*sers will lead to the downfall of her career? do you think that she will only get stronger because her fan base is so dedicated? is there anything you think i’ve missed? feel free to interact!
[links to articles can be found here:
- https://www.rollingstone.com/culture/culture-news/roman-polanskis-alleged-sexual-assaults-what-you-need-to-know-117579/
- https://pitchfork.com/news/tekashi-6ix9ine-sued-for-2015-sexual-assault-of-a-minor/
- https://www.essence.com/celebrity/child-rape-trial-begins-nicki-minaj-brother-jelani/
- https://news.yahoo.com/nicki-minaj-husband-kenneth-petty-151244370.html
- https://hiphopdx.com/news/id.73338/title.megan-thee-stallion-nicki-minaj-abortion-claim
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Courtney Act shows off rig in underwear thirst traps
New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/courtney-act-shows-off-rig-in-underwear-thirst-traps/
Courtney Act shows off rig in underwear thirst traps
Courtney Act’s alter ego Shane Jenek is proudly in his underwear model era on Instagram.
The Australian performer stripped off and gave the neighbours an eyeful in the new photos (below), taken in the living room at Shane’s chic Sydney apartment.
Honestly, Calvin Klein campaign when?
In the post’s caption, Courtney Act quoted Moira Rose’s legendary and pertinent nude photo monologue from Schitt’s Creek.
“Allow me to offer you some advice: Take a thousand, naked pictures of yourself now,” Moira says in the iconic scene.
“You may currently think, ‘Oh, I’m too spooky,’ or, ‘Nobody wants to see these tiny boobies.’
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“But, believe me, one day you will look at those photos with much kinder eyes and say, ‘Dear God, I was a beautiful thing!’
Moira (below) also adds, “Oh, and make sure you submit those photos to the Internet. Otherwise, your own children will go looking for them one day and, tragically, they won’t be there.”
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Courtney Act also shared a screenshot to Instagram of her hilarious attempt to get an AI chatbot to help write a “thotty caption” for the new shots.
“I apologise, but I do not feel comfortable provided suggestions for an inappropriate or objectifying social media caption, as that would go against my principles,” the bot replied.
“Perhaps we could have a thoughtful discussion about promoting more positive, respectful messaging online.”
Thanks, but no thanks.
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Courtney Act is going to Eurovision
Very soon, Courtney Act will be flying to Sweden to join Team Australia at this year’s Eurovision Song Contest.
The drag performer will do backstage interviews with all the Euro talent at Malmo, as well as cheering on Australia’s act, music duo Electric Fields.
Courtney is also in Brisbane towards the end of the year as ambassador of the big new Melt Open festival.
During the festival, the drag queen will also lead the inaugural River Pride Parade in November.
More about Courtney:
Courtney Act has a big plan for her Eurovision 2024 trip
Courtney will lead Brisbane’s new River Pride Parade
Jacked Courtney Act hits the gym serving both Barbie and Ken
‘Embarrassing’: Courtney Act posts Brisbane school yearbook
For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.
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November 17, 2020
song explanations #6! tokyo drifting. was originally called street fighter. but that was trademarked apparently. i originally made the beat for someone else who didn't use it, so had a go at the vocal myself. but i definitely dont have the swagger to pull off a vocal on this kinda beat. so...wavey davey was an alter ego made up to try and get over that. wavey davey is my sasha fierce. but...i still didn't have any swagger. so...i asked denzel to show me how its done. and he put me in my place and put down some super saiyyan sh**
My part is basically an ironic self-hype - just describing / taking the piss out of that extreme alter ego version of myself; a version of me that can do things that l'm uncomfortable doing, a version of me that is confident and spontaneous and can take hits and he can fight everything the world throws at him. i think we all create that kinda character for ourselves to some extent. we put that side of us forward on the internet and make these strong, curated, give-a-sh** versions of ourselves for everyone to see. but its not always real.
btw the first line is 'two things bout the geez'... not gears ha. big up @harriet.bruce on the artwork. and big up @davidnakaji on the heavy mix.
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Pen Names
Growing up, everybody called me Bill, but my birth certificate lists William as my official name. I use William for documents and signatures but Bill for everything else. I used Bill for my books because I felt it was more “friendly.” My bold decision did not make any headlines.
Funny side story. Ten years ago, I was a contractor and needed to go onto the Port Hueneme military base. My contractor identification listed my name as Bill, but my driver’s license listed me as William. The security guard at the gate wanted to arrest me because the names differed. When he told his supervisor what he had “discovered,” the supervisor biffed him on the side of the head. I drove away laughing.
Well, this topic has come to a close. However, as I read Facebook Group Writers Helping Writers posts, I saw authors fretting over their pen names (The name they write under). How does Randolph Drake sound? Is it too charismatic? Will it turn women off? Will men buy my book because the name intimidates them?
I could not believe what I was reading. Then I thought, “Wait a second. I see the real person’s name in the post. I know the true identity of Randolph Drake! Wow, I uncovered a big (open) secret!” Even more surprising were the fellow authors responding to the pleas for help. “As a man, I would buy a book written by Randolph Drake.” “Randolph Drake sounds sexy. How about Julian Drake?”
The more I read, the more confused I became. Were people ashamed of their names? Did a pen name elevate their reputation? My favorite authors are Tom Clancy, Neil Gaiman, and Ken Follett. Those are their real names. (Side note. I researched the topic and all three used pen names for other works. But the books I liked use their real names on the cover.) However, many famous authors use pen names like Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) and George Orwell (Eric Arthur Blair).
I do not understand why a regular author needs a pen name. However, I would understand that if the subject is sensitive or offensive, one’s identity must be a secret. I also appreciate a kooky name (like Maynard Smellmore) or if the author has the same name as somebody famous or infamous.
Be proud to be an author! I hit the random name generator and came up with Tom Drake and Judy Collins. Those are not exciting names, but I would buy a book from Tom Drake or Judy Collins. These “plain” names certainly do not offend me.
To better understand this issue, I searched the Internet. There were many articles on the subject, and two provided clues. First, a pen name is a safety net. If your first book fails, change your pen name and move on.
Second, a pen name distances oneself from their writing. Bob Smith leads a boring life, but Randolph Drake leads a life of danger! This change allows Bob Smith the freedom to be bold, the very definition of an alter ego. Randolph Drake is an incredible person who writes up a storm! A fellow author once told me, “Authors are a secretive bunch.” Was that it? Does having an alternate identity put an author in the mood to write?
The more articles I read, the more confused I became. Yet, I stood by my opinion. “My name is my name. Writing under a different name would not be honorable. An author should be proud of what they created.”
It took a few hours to calm down, and then I thought about what Bird Person said on the television show Rick and Morty, “Wubba lubba dub dub which means whatever floats your boat.”
I still do not get pen names. Writing comes from within. But many things in life are a mystery. For example, how do painters capture a stoic face in oil? I certainly do not have that talent and would not know where to start.
What if serial killer “Bill Conrad” does something terrible? What if I write a book about Area 51 or a hard-core adult novel? The answer is, “Bill Conrad wrote this book.” If I cannot be happy with my humble writing, then that is my fault, and nobody else’s.
Fortunately, you’re getting the real deal because General Martin Strongbow wrote this blog. Or is it William? Do I sound like Tom or Kevin? Let’s go with Murphy from now on.
You’re the best -Bill
April 22, 2023
Hey book lovers, I published three! Please check them out.
Interviewing Immortality is a psychological thriller about a 500-year-old woman who forces a disgraced author to interview her.
Pushed to the Edge of Survival is a drama, romance, and science fiction story about two unlikely people surviving a shipwreck and living with the consequences.
Cable Ties is a classic spy novel about two hunters discovering that government communications are being recorded and the ensuing FBI investigation.
These books are available in soft-cover on Amazon and eBook format everywhere.
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hiiiiii so um i saw you used to be a sugar baby and i was wondering how to go about doing that safely... just got hit with junior year of college tuition and it's a lot more than i thought
hey babes! no worries, tuition is a nasty bitch. i stopped sugaring back a couple years ago, so some of this may be out-dated, but i hope these helps! i also kept these kind of general, but please feel free to dm if you want to talk further!
Tip One: create an alter ego.
Separate your real life from your sugar life. This means using a different name, set up a new email, use a different phone number, set up a a separate Venmo/CashApp/PayPal. Everything.
Protect your information at all costs, especially in the beginning. Don’t give out any identifiable information, like your school, employer, etc. Create a fake backstory. For example, I started sugaring when I was in university studying to be a nurse. I told potential daddies I was a pre-mad major or biology major. This was close enough for me to remember and draw upon my studies so that my story was more believable. Once I was in an arrangement in place did I did tell my daddy I was in nursing, but this came once a certain level of trust was established.
Tip Two: get a separate email and phone number.
Use this email and phone number for ALL sugar baby related communications. I created a new gmail account and then tied that new email to a Google Voice account. Google Voice is awesome. It’s entirely free and allows you to choose a phone number from anywhere in the United States. I recommend choosing a number that isn’t from the state you currently reside in. For example, if you live in California, pick a New York number.
Through the Google Voice app, you can call and text people. People will receive a text/call from your Google Voice number so you never have to give out your actual phone number. I personally never gave out my personal number even to established daddies.
Tip Three: never, ever give out your bank account information or physical address.
There is no financial transaction that cannot be completed through Venmo, CashApp, or PayPal. There is no reason for anyone to have your personal bank information.
And, of course, set up a separate Venmo/CashApp/PayPal that is not tied to your personal account. Create a separate Venmo account for your sugar baby activities.
The same goes for your address — never give it out. Ever. There is no reason to. None. Zero. If they feel strongly about mailing you a gift, set up a PO Box.
Tip Five: always talk on the phone (or FaceTime) before meeting in person.
Think of this like a phone interview before an actual, in-person job interview. These calls will help you get a better vibe from the person and also make sure you aren’t being catfished. Depending on the person, I would have multiple calls with them just to see how serious they were.
Tip Six: when meeting someone for the first time, always meet in a public place.
Never agree to meet them at their house, your house, their hotel, etc. Their hotel room is not a public place. You are meeting a stranger on the internet. Don’t be dumb. If a potential daddy is not willing to meet in a public place, run. That is a major red flag.
For the first or second meeting, I preferred to meet up in the daytime, usually around lunch or happy hour when there were more people around.
On the same note, never allow them to pick you up. Have your own transportation settled. Never get in a car with them. If they offer, politely decline and propose that he sends you money for an Uber or gas. This should not be an issue for a serious daddy. They are potentially going to be spending a (minimum) couple hundred dollars on you each month, a fucking $15 Uber should not be an issue. If it is, red flag. Drop him and move on.
Tip Seven: when you are still getting to know each other, don’t drink too much.
The purpose of the first couple of meetings is to learn more about each other and see if you will be a good fit. Think of it like a job interview, because it is one. Don’t impair your judgement in any capacity that will prevent you from getting a feel about this guy.
A good sugar daddy should be making sure you feel okay with him and should not be trying to get you drunk. Someone trying to get you drunk on the first meeting is a red flag in sugaring as much as it is in dating.
Tip Eight: no sex until an arrangement is established, finalized, and agreed.
None. And after an arrangement is agreed upon, always have protected sex. This means birth control and condoms. I took this a step further and asked potential daddies that I was serious about to take an STD test (I agreed to also take one myself). I also included this in our arrangement that both of us would be regularly tested for STDs. If someone said no, I ended it.
Your health is more important. Do not jeopardize it.
Tip Nine: trust your gut instincts.
If you get a bad vibe, something feels wrong, don’t ignore it. If you’re scared, find someone who can help. If you’re at a restaurant, tell the waitress/waiter you were on a date (you don’t need to tell them the truth) and you’re getting bad vibes, more often than not they will keep an eye out for you. I say this both as a sugar baby having to do this, and as someone who had girls tell me this.
Tip Ten: have at least confidante.
I understand you might not want to let your friends and family in on this, but have at least one person that you can tell who you are meeting, that person's phone number, contact info, and picture. Share your location with that person.
I had this with a close friend of mine. I had an agreed upon time with them about when I would call them and we had a code to establish if i was good and everything was okay or if something was wrong.
#asks#anon#cw: sugarbaby#cw: sugardaddy#and i refer to sugar daddies in this but all these rules apply to sugar mommies as well
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The (Communal) History of System, Multiple, & Multiplicity
Introduction
In the fields of psychology and psychiatry, the terms system, multiple, and multiplicity have been used to describe DID/OSDD patients since the beginning of these disorders’ existence. In older academic papers, this kind of terminology was actually encouraged to describe DID/OSDD in particular, especially by Ralph B. Allison, Bennett G. Braun, and Richard Kluft, who helped pioneer this sort of language within dissociative research and treatment.
Despite that, it was most likely people with DID/OSDD who brought this clinical lingo to society’s awareness. The 1980’s to 2010’s saw many publications created by people with DID/OSDD, about DID/OSDD, and usually for other people with DID/OSDD. With the introduction of the world wide web, this verbiage only increased in popularity. While that may not seem very surprising, this provides valuable insight into the early dissociative community and how it evolved over time.
Early DID/OSDD Publications
During my deep dive, I stumbled across several early publications, such as newsletters, magazines, and books created by the early DID/OSDD community. The ones below seemed to be the most noteworthy because they were often mentioned in the archives I looked at. I will also be sharing an excerpt from each work to demonstrate what early community lingo was like.
When Rabbit Howls (1987): Truddi Chase’s “When Rabbit Howls” is an autobiography on her personal experiences with DID and surviving childhood abuse. This was one of the first few publications by a person with DID that did not push for unification (complete integration of all alters). You can find it on Amazon here.
(TW for abuse) p. 140
“When Putnam was researching schizophrenia, he discovered that the term didn’t fit all the patients he encountered. That led him to research the multiple personality cases recorded since the early 1800s. His final documented conclusion was that ninety-eight percent of the multiples on record involved repeated and severe incidents of child sexual and physical abuse. Incest seems to head the list, culprit-wise. For better or for worse, multiplicity may not be as rare as we think--only misdiagnosed..”
Many Voices (1989-2012): One of the oldest and longest running publications I could find was the DID/OSDD newsletter called Many Voices that ran from 1989 to 2012. This newsletter became such a hit that it eventually became a non-profit and is now owned by the ISSTD. According to the wishes of the founder of Many Voices, who has sadly passed away, the magazines are now freely available and you can read them here.
If you don’t mind discourse, I also highly recommend checking out @justanothersyscourse who occasionally shares memorable parts of the magazines.
What is a “true” multiple? (Many Voices, October 1989)
“I cringe when I hear people (therapists, clients, or lay-people) use the term ‘true’ multiple. What does that mean? If it means ‘SALS-She Ain’t Like Sybil,’ or ‘SALE-She Ain’t Like Eve’ (to quote the eminent Dr. Kluft,) then one could (and would) quite easily overlook or misdiagnose the majority of MPD patients. Again, to quote Dr. Kluft, only 3% to 4% of the MPD population flagrantly presents the symptoms of their MPD. The rest (if they’re even aware of being MPD) work very hard to hide it.
It is true that some multiples are more ‘split’ or separate than others. […] I believe that MPD lies on a continuum. The more severe and violent the abuse, […] the more separate and complex the system[…] Other factors which I feel influence the numbers of alters and the functionality of the system are 1) the personality or temperament of the family the MPD individual was born into and 2) the innate strength or weakness of each individual.”
Multiple Personality Gift (1991): While not a newsletter, a MPD/DID workbook called Multiple Personality Gift by Jacklyn Pia was published in September 1991. Back then, several diagnosed individuals choose to see their DID as a gift because it was what helped them survive childhood abuse. Jacklyn Pia, a ritual abuse survivor, described DID as a gift because they felt like it saved their life. You can read an archive of the book here.
Am I A Multiple? (Multiple Personality Gift, September 1991)
“Because a multiple has the presence of two or more distinct and recognizable personalities within, a variety of inside and outside happenings are present in his/her life that are not present in the lives of ‘singletons’ (a non-multiple person). […] In the following paragraph, are a number of inside and outside happenings commonly reported by people with the gift of multiplicity.”
Divided Hearts Newsletter (1996-?): Another older newsletter I found began publication in 1996 by a DID support website & forum called Divided Hearts. You can read the archived list here.
Some Facts about MPD/DID (Divided Hearts, September 1996)
“A multiple may have as few as two and as many as hundreds of personalities. The average number of alter personalities in a multiple is 8-13, although super-multiples may have more than 100 alternates.”
Collective Consciousness (?-1997) & Rainbow’s End (1998-Now): Collective Consciousness was a DID magazine but I’m unsure how long it ran for. I could not find much information on it. In July 1997, it ceased publication but was luckily picked back up by some folks who later formed the DID non-profit organization, First Person Plural. The new newsletter would be called “The First Person Plural Newsletter” up until 2002, when it was renamed to “Rainbow’s End.”
Rainbow’s End started in 1998 and is still running in present day. It’s freely available and you can read the magazines here.
A note on terminology (Rainbow End, April 1998)
“Multiplicity; Multiple Personality Disorder; Dissociative Identity Disorder; MPD; DID; DDNOS; Multie; Dissociator; Multiple Personality Gift; Host; Core; System; Alters; Parts; Ego States; Switching; Fusion; Integration; Out Front; Gone Deep; Co-conscious; In the background … etc etc
The language used to describe the dissociative experience is various and individualistic. First Person Plural retains the terms preferred by each contributor. Consequently throughout the newsletter different terms may be used for similar concepts.”
First Person Plural: My Life as a Multiple (1999): An autobiographical book written by Cameron West about his personal experiences with DID. You can look at the Wikipedia page for the book here. Cameron West’s website can also be found here. (I have not read the book so I can’t give any quotes but I think the title speaks for itself.)
Myths & Corroborating Evidence
Ever since I joined the dissociative community online, I have seen many, many myths floating around regarding these particular terms and their relation to dissociative disorders. The three myths I want to address are:
Myth #1 -- System, multiple, and multiplicity have no significance to the DID/OSDD community.
Myth #2 -- These terms were popularized by non-dissociative plurality groups (such as endogenic, natural, etc.) instead of the DID/OSDD community.
Myth #3 -- These terms were created by non-dissociative plurality groups.
Obviously, from the publications listed above (which is not an exhaustive list!), we know that myth #1 is just not true at all. Myth #2 & #3 can be fact-checked by this as well. The intermixing of DID/OSDD concepts with non-dissociative concepts emerged more in the late 1990s on the Internet, and it was certainly not very widespread at first. More information can be viewed here. And also here!
During my deep dive, I found that even the earliest online speakers on non-dissociative plurality, such as Astraea’s Web, have corroborated that system, multiple, and multiplicity originated from early DID/OSDD academia and publications. These publications can also be found all over archives of these earlier websites, too. Here are some archives that show that.
#there will be another post that covers the clinical history later#syscourse#actuallydid#actuallytraumagenic#dissociative identity disorder#actuallydissociative#abuse tw
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