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giggly-squiggily · 2 months

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Nailed It! (Blue Lock)

Heyo! It's been a minute since I've written for Blue Lock! After fangirling over Bachisagi with the wonderful @intheticklecloset- this fic came to be! :D I hope you like it friend! :3

Summary: Bachira finds fake nails and decides he wants claws. Shenanigans ensue.

Bachira all but threw the bag in his face the second he came in. “I bought claws!”

“Claws?” Chigiri asked once his initial shock wore off. Bachira grinned as he dug into the bag.

“CLAWS!” He cried once more, presenting the pack of stick on nails. Plain in appearance, they shined under the fluorescent lights of the facility. “See?”

“Pfft-” The redhead giggled, taking the box and examining them. “Claws indeed. Why’d you buy fake nails?”

“‘Cause.” Bachira didn’t add more, dumping the remains of his goodies across the futon. An assortment of colorful nail polish and stickies fell out. “I wanted claws!”

“....You want me to do your nails?”

“Yeah! Give me claws!”

Chigiri blinked. Then he laughed, nodding. “Alright, I’ll give you ‘claws’.” Let’s go to the cafeteria.”

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Unsurprisingly, Chigiri was amazing at this stuff.

With the precision of a surgeon, he held Bachira’s hands in his own as he carefully placed each fake nail. His hair was loosely tied back, falling over his shoulder as he leaned in to check if they were straight. “Good- you don’t want these crooked- it hurts.”

“You’ve worn claws before?” Bachira smiled happily, kicking his feet under the table as he watched. His other hand was already adorned with fake nails. The urge to tap them against the table and make a clicky sound was strong, but Chigiri insisted he waited until he had them painted.

“No- I’m allergic to the adhesive. Makes my fingers turn red.” Chigiri wrinkled his nose as he adjusted the remaining finger. “My sister wears them all the time though- I used to help her out. She could never get them to stay.”

“Hm.” Bachira nodded. “Do you paint your nails?”

“Not lately. They always chipped after practice. Hopefully these will stay on.” Just before Bachria’s turn, the dribbler insisted on painting his friends. Chigiri’s fingers were now coated with a surprisingly even set of pink.

Except for his ring fingers. Those were orange. “Kuni nails.” Bachira winked, making him blush and roll his eyes.

“I’m a good claw painter! And you are too- oooo.” Bachira forgot what he was saying when the first layer of blue touched his nails. It looked so much like Isagi’s eyes. “That’s pretty!”

“You picked them out- I assume you knew what you were doing.” Chigiri gave him a teasing brow raise. Heat creeped up Bachira’s collar as he averted his gaze, watching the redhead work. “Don’t squirm- you’ll mess up the design.”

“Design-” Bachira leaned forward to look, only for Chigiri to push him back in his seat with a pointed glare. “Sorry, sorry! I didn’t know you could draw!”

“I er..can’t. I can make squiggles though.” Chigiri laughed softly, making Bachira smile. “I hope you don’t mind them.”

Bachira took his hands, posing them the way his mom did whenever she got her own nails painted. Stripes of yellow cut through the blue on his ring fingers, the rest a beautiful application of blue. Chigiri even managed to put some of the sticky gems on them, really making them pop.

“I love them!” He breathed, giggling as he hugged the other. “Thanks Chi-Chi! I’m gonna wear them forever!”

“Heh, no problem. C-Careful, they’re not dry yet!” Chigiri called after him as Bachira ran off, giggling the entire time.

He couldn’t WAIT to show Isagi!

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“Look look! My claws!” Bachira shoved them in pretty much everyone’s face, wiggling his fingers for the full effect. As soon as they were dry he was waving them around, clicking them against water bottles and anything that would make noise. Kunigami jokingly told him he should do ASMR with them- Bachira tried but was far too loud right off the bat.

“Wow, look at those. They’re pretty!” Isagi giggled as he took Bachira’s hands, taking them in. “Chigiri painted them for you?”

“No, I did.” Raichi called out, earning a small burst of giggles from the others. His own nails were painted black- courtesy of said redhead. “I’ll do yours next, Isagi. Give me your digits!”

Isagi rolled his eyes as he turned back to Bachira, finding him no longer there. “Bachi-”

Something blunt but ticklish trailed against his neck. He shuttered with a sharp yelp, diving forward. “Ahah!”

Silence, the rest of Team Z looking at him with looks of both curiosity and amusement. Isagi felt his face burn.

“Ooo…” Bachira cooed from behind, something dangerous in his tone. “Was that…”

Isagi had two options. Stay and take it or run and get it anyway.

He opted for the latter.

“Isagi!” Bachira called after him as he took off, flying over futons and people as he bolted out the door, the dribbler hot on his trail. “Come back here!”

Nope, no way! Not happening! It was bad enough that Bachira knew his worst tickle spots. With those nails…

He was gonna kill Chigiri. He’ll plan his revenge later.

For now, he needed to RUN-

A dead end! He turned with wide eyes as Bachira began a slow ascent, glittery nails wiggling with devious intent. “Isagi~”

He looked both ways, knowing it was useless. Bachira had him cornered. “Bachira! Bachira- now wahahit just a mohohment!”

“No can do! The monster’s telling me to get you, so here I COME!” Bachira charged, easily trapping his boyfriend against the wall as his fingers skittered and danced against the exposed skin of his neck. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

“AH! Ahehahahahahhaha! Bahahhachihihihirahahha! Heahhahahahahha!” The other boy squealed as he sank to the floor, half trapped by Bachira’s legs as the other pressed into him. Those dastardly nails danced against his skin, sending waves of sensitivity across his nerves. “Wahahahahait, wahahhait- thhehehehey’ll fahahhahahall oohohohohohofff!”

“Silly Isagi- I know they will! That just means I’m gonna have to use them to their fullest potential!” Bachira giggled, tugging his boyfriend gently until he was half-lying, half sitting up against the wall. As he went down, a strip of skin revealed itself, giving Bachira a new opening.

“Bahahahachi- Bahahchi- WHAHAHHAIT!” The brunette all but shrieked when Bachira’s new “claws” found the soft skin of his waist, gently tracing the skin along his lower ribs and sending him through the roof. “DOOHOHOHON’T NOOHOHOHT TEHEHEHEHERE!”

“Oo, someone’s ticklish! Tell me- does it tickle more or less with the nails?” The bob-cutted player snickered as he stuck a hand up Isagi’s sweatshirt, clawing at his skin as Isagi squealed and thrashed against the floor. “I bet it’ll tickle way more if I do this~” He dragged them slowly, watching as his boyfriend arched and wheezed at the feeling. “Am I right, Blue Skies?”

“BAAHAHCHIHIHIHIRAHHAHA! GEHAHAHAH PLEHAHAHHASE!” Isagi was sure he was going to die- he was starting to see stars and his body felt light. If he were being honest, he didn’t mind it all that much.

Then Bachira yelped and pulled his hands away and his ascend to the afterlife came to an abrupt halt. “Ehehehahha..yohoohu gohohohod?” He gasped out, hands coming around his belly as he weakly looked up.

“Ow…I didn’t realize that would hurt.” Bachira moaned, rubbing his fingers. Two of his fake nails had popped off, and a third was hanging on by a few strands of glue. “My claws..”

Isagi sat up with some effort, taking in the dribbler’s hands. Gently, he took them in his own, rubbing soothing circles against the aching fingers. “Sorry they popped off. They were cool while they lasted, though.”

“Hmm.” Bachira nodded, sounding a bit glum. Isagi smiled as he brought his hand to his lips, kissing the dribbler’s bruising fingers. The gesture was enough to shock him out of his pout.

“There. All better.” Isagi grinned after kissing the last of his fingers, scrunching his face up when he got a taste of nail polish. “Gross- how do people eat with this stuff on? I feel like it’d make everything taste weird.”

Bachira stared at him. Then he busted out laughing, falling against Isagi’s shoulder. “Ehehehhe! I lohohove you so much, Bluuhue skies!” He pulled back until he and Isagi were face to face, their foreheads pressed together as he gave him the sweetest of smiles. “Do you want me to kiss it all better?”

Isagi only laughed, nodding as he closed his eyes, Bachira’s lips capturing his own soon after.

Thanks for reading!

#Blue Lock #bachira meguru #isagi yoichi #chigiri hyoma #bachisagi #platonic!Bachigiri #tickle #tickle fic #fluff

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jamiesfootball · 5 months

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Another piece of the leverage au I'm not fucking writing, damnit.

Under the cut for violence and Leverage-esque shenanigans:

At the first kick to the solar plexus, a shocked noise spilled out of Jamie's mouth. He hadn't been prepared.

"You don't fucking listen," Roy growled, winding his leg back for another kick. "What did I say? What did I fucking tell you when we first started?"

Jamie was ready for the second kick -- got his arms up in front of him just in time to intercept Roy's boot. He grunted, a sound too high and reedy to his own ears, and he tried to push aside the reflexive embarrassment at how loud it was, echoing off the walls as Bartlett and his cronies laughed and laughed.

On the third kick, he acted. He caught Roy's boot, wrapping his shivering body around it while the other man cursed. Roy kicked again, and Jamie's freezing hands scrambled for purchase against the leather, his nails digging into the collar.

"Come on," Roy scoffed under his breath, the same way he had when Jamie had held them up at the elevator. He didn't need to look up to know Roy was shaking his head.

Jamie bit his lip against the sudden, fierce wave of emotion building up in his chest.

His grip slackened, and Roy tugged his foot away with a violent grunt. He spat at the ground, missing Jamie by centimeters.

Bartlett tittered. His goons spread easily for Roy, welcoming him into the pack as the hitter rejoined their group. One of them fetched him a beer.

"Feel better then, Royo?"

Jamie closed his eyes; he didn't need to see this. His arms pressed protectively against his stomach. Hopefully they'd forget he was there.

"You don't know the half of it," Roy said, his rough timber carrying easily through the barren warehouse. A bottle fizzed open, followed by an audibly slurpy gulp and a relieved sigh. "The amount of headache's that prick's given me -- you wouldn't believe."

"No respect for their betters, these young ones." There was the tap of glass on glass- a toast. "Well, I've got good news for you. When we're done here, I plan to make a couple phone calls. You ain't the only one with a bone to pick with that little upstart. I know a few names who'd pay good money just to take a turn at him the way you did."

A beat of silence.

"Really?" Roy's voice stayed carefully neutrally, but even an idiot could hear that he was interested.

"What'd I tell you lads? Do I know this man or what?" Bartlett bragged. His men agreed, making all the appropriate noises for a goon chorus.

"So I do all the hard work, and you cash the check?"

Just as easily as flipping off a light, a threatening quiet smothered the warehouse.

Bartlett, the idiot, tried to backtrack fast. "Course I'd cut you in! A finder's fee. Hell, you could watch, if you're into that."

Another beat of silence, and then a low, dark chuckle that sent the hairs on the back of Jamie's neck to standing.

"You know me, don't you?" Roy remarked, sounding like a lion before the pounce. "Relax, Bartlett, I already got what I came for. You have your men wire over a cut of the haul, and that'll be the end of our business. The sooner I see the back of this place, the better."

Bartlett snapped at one of his men to initiate the wire. Roy rattled off the numbers.

When they were done, Bartlett laughed. "Roy Kent. A man of reason."

"Takes one to know one, doesn't it?"

"Yes it does."

Another clink of glasses echoed cheerily in the warehouse. Then-

"Woah, take it easy there, Kent. No need to rush when there's still the cleanup to..."

Bartlett trailed off and the goon chorus piped down. In the shivering silence, the sound of someone chugging a beer echoed disturbingly loud, like some sort of criminal underworld ASMR.

Jamie focused on not tensing his body; he didn't want to draw their attention.

Finally, smacking lips. A content sight. "Thanks for the beer, Bartlett. Would've been a shame for it to go to waste."

"What--"

At the sound of a glass smashing over someone's head, Jamie flexed his grip on the knife he'd snatched out of Roy's boot and sprung to his feet.

Roy had told him to wait for his cue, after all -- and it was his time to shine.

The little prick wouldn't stop grinning.

Roy ignored him. He dumped goon number five into the stolen ambulance.

"Check their pockets. If they've got anything that looks like a burner, Beard wants it back. We've got to make sure to wipe any traces of contact they might've had with Keeley--"

"You like me," Jamie sing-songed.

"It was a bit," Roy said through gritted teeth. "Hand me the body."

Jamie hauled over the unconscious man -- easily twice his size -- like it was nothing. The joys of youth.

With five other deadweights already filling up the vehicle, it was awkward angle to fit in a sixth. Jamie stumbled a bit, and Roy braced him upright. Together they maneuvered the body into the van.

"You can just admit it, you know. I won't ruin your reputation by telling everyone that Roy Kent's a softy."

Prick.

Jamie's usually styled pompadour was a flat mess from the fall in the Thames, and rolling around on the floor of an abandoned warehouse had lint-rolled a questionable layer of gunk onto his stylish clothes. He looked like a twit, leaning against the door of the ambulance while Roy did all the work tying the feet together.

Prick.

With his hair dripping into his eyes and a look of open fascination on his face, he looked like a kid who'd run through a sprinkler. There was far too much delight there for someone who'd been roughed up by a wannabe gangster. Fuck, and they still needed to check his ribs.

"He made us the second we walked in the door," Roy tried to explain again. "I needed to get him to trust me, to make him think I'd switched sides--"

"By making him think you kicked like an octogenarian?" quipped Jamie. "You barely made contact. If I'd been acting any harder, Rebecca would be out a job."

"I can kick you harder next time," Roy bit out, but even he could feel how toothless the words sat in his mouth.

"Sure, Grandad." Jamie beamed, smug and practically bouncing on his toes. "I'd like to see you try."

If Roy had less to deal with on his mind, he might worry about how sure Jamie seemed by the notion Roy wouldn't hit him.

"It wasn't a life or death situation. I knew we'd make it out."

Sure, Bartlett and his men had been armed, but Roy had dealt with worse. If it had been life or death, it'd be different. Roy would do whatever he needed to in those circumstances.

He would.

"You keep telling yourself that, mate."

#leverage au #roy kent #jamie tartt #scribbled this in a notebook at work. came home to type it up and fucking hell - that's a lot of words for something that was written in pe #*pen #violence cw #i feel like there's another tag I should use here but idk what

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thedeafprophet · 3 months

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They watch from a distance as they see The Princess reach for the bottle that had been left upon the tray, moving to undo the cork herself. Jamie can't help but shudder at the sound of her nails tapping against the glass, a sharp, chiming sound ringing out in the otherwise deathly quiet room.

The Captivating Princess should get into asmr tbh

#this is like a fair bit into the dark fic and will not be actually written for awhile so #have this snippet lmao #i am drinkin some wine and writing about wine! fun times #context clues: can *you* guess whats going to happen next #wips #jamie and the princess

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humongousgothskeletonfarm · 2 years

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Neil Josten hc’s based on things i do because i’m projecting again :/

- he’s vegetarian coz of animal related trauma and the smell of cooking meat reminds him of being burned so overall the experience of eating meat is not pleasant for him

- he’s slightly afraid of the dark so he has an accumulation of mini lights in the dorm. alongside the basic overhead lights, the lighting in the dorm includes: a salt lamp, LEDs, funky nightlights (one is definitely fox shaped), fairy lights, those bendy clip on reading lights, cool lamps, a shit tonne of candles in different scents + candles in glass bottles (coz they’re awesome)

- this also benefits kev + andrew too coz i hc they both dislike the dark too

- he’s a plant dad coz it makes him feel good being able to take care of something and keep it alive

- all of his plants have funny names (like the cats)

- talks to himself all the time about literally everything

- he yells at the tv when characters are being stupid (especially in horror/action/mystery movies) and it makes him annoyed when they don’t listen to him

- he loves spicy food (guys, he had to eat food from different cultures around the world while on the run so it’s kinda a given) (he especially loves spicy ramen)

- he wears a couple of hair ties on his wrist for the girls + they’re good to snap when he’s anxious

- he enjoys asmr (he mostly likes tapping sounds etc,, but he hates mouth noises) asmr is good for helping him sleep/and for his anxiety

- he calls famous people/celebrities by their first names, rather than their full names for people who are often called both, as if he knows them personally. this is partly because he doesn’t understand/care about their significance but mostly coz he thinks it’s funny and people find it weird

- he loves boba and thinks it’s the coolest thing ever

- he has an obsession for funky sweaters and hoodies (e. g. crocheted cardigans,, those fluffy hoodies,, grandpa sweaters) and printed tshirts with funny things on them

#neil josten #all for the game #andrew x neil #palmetto state foxes #the foxes #the foxhole court #aftg #aftg hc #andreil #andriel #tfc #trk #tkm #all for the gay

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joodeeboochoo · 7 months

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Yo dudes and dudettes! 🤙🤩 Our main man, Logan, is diving into the ASMR treasure trove to deliver you some epic ASMR object vibes! 🤯🔥 We've got glass bottle taps, wooden thingamajigs, a flashy light pen, pen jingles, and even a totally unexpected cameo from our channel's chill sloth gal, Dorian! 🦥😎 Logan's bringing the ASMR object party, so kick back bros and gals, and soak in those tingles! 💆‍♂️💆‍♀️ Get that thumb workout by smashing the like and subscribe buttons, no questions asked! 🤜💥💻 That's an order, not a favor, peeps! 😂😉

#Logan #ASMR #asmr male #asmr video #asmr community #asmr sounds #asmr triggers #joodeeboochoo

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thedevilsruby · 10 months

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ASMArlo (onesided Arloxreader oneshot)

AU in which Arlo is an ASMR artist on PokeTube and you are hooked on his videos and may or may not have a huge crush on him.

You groaned as you plopped onto your couch. Work was exhausting, your coworkers were total idiots and your boss was impossible to please.

At least you were home, away from it all.

You pulled up your laptop, turned the volume up and pulled up one of your favorite videos.

A man with goggles and black hair with a red streak appeared on your screen. You blushed at the sight of him and his username, ASMArlo.

It was a creative username, combining Arlo with ASMR. You loved that about him. You loved everything about him.

"Hey," He whispers soothingly to the camera. "You have a bad day today?"

"You have no idea..." You mumbled.

"That's okay, we all have our off days." He replies as if actually speaking to you. "I'm so proud of you, you're doing so great."

"Thank you..." You blushed.

"Here, need a backrub?" He asks, getting a bottle of lotion out and tapping his nails on it, creating a satisfying sound. "Because you know I'll give you one if you ask."

"Yes please..." You groaned, wishing he was here for real. You did need an actual backrub.

"Okay, good, I'll be gentle, I promise." He assures you, squirting lotion onto his hand. and acting as though he was giving you a rub, creating a satisfying rubbing sound. "There we go, just relax. It's all going to be okay."

You groaned, imagining Arlo's hands on you, keeping you safe and relaxed. You wished you were together for real. You were his and he was yours.

"Is this good? Yeah? That's good, I'm so glad I could help you." He whispers. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

You knew what was coming next. "Candy please." You said.

"You want your favorite candy? Of course." Arlo says, grabbing a bowl of sweets he had nearby. He opens one, crinkling the wrapper and sending tingles down your spine.

"Just eat as much as you want. It's all for you." He says.

"Thanks..." You sigh.

Just then, the effect of eyes opening and closing appear on the screen.

"Are you sleepy?" Arlo asks "Yes?" Okay, I'll go get a blanket and you can sleep as long as you want, I'll be there for you. I love you and I'm so proud of you."

And with that the video ends. You sigh and wish it wasn't over. You didn't want to leave Arlo yet.

Then again, that's what the other videos were for.

I've only indulged in ASMR a few times so I hope this was okay! Thanks for reading!

#pokemon #pokemon go #leader arlo #team go rocket leader arlo #arlo x reader #somewhat #reader has a huge crush on Arlo

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toomanykidsverse · 2 years

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Behold, the fabled stim post!

Stede

- The Classic, flappy hands <3

- rocks back and forth on his feet

- spins/twirls, especially to music

- walks on his toes if he's not wearing shoes

- bites his nails as a nervous stim

- stims with nice fabrics <3

- paces when he's nervous

- snapping/clicking his fingers

- shakes his fists up and down

- bounces

- drums his fingers on surfaces

- taps his feet against the floor

- give him some drum sticks and he'll go wild, the man is a drummer

- loves pressure stims. weighted blankets, getting Stede to lay directly on top of him, and the feeling of tight leather are some of his favorites

- also stims with nice fabrics, but most the ones Stede is wearing

Izzy

- Running his hands along Poppy's fur

- nail polish asmr videos

- draws on his skin and clothes with markers absentmindedly, specifically really likes drawing stars

- hums the tunes of his favorite songs when he's alone

Olu

- sort of specific one here: he pulls his knees to his chest and then pulls his hoodie over his legs

- fidgets with rubik's cubes

- yo-yo king, king of the yo-yo

- blows bubbles. really likes those bubble wands that look like swords

Jim

- This one is kinda specific, but I think they have one of those practice butterfly knives that they spin around a lot. They want a real one but they aren't allowed to have one just yet.

- cutting wood with their pocket knife

- rips leaves off of plants and tears them up

- popping the bubbles that Olu blows

Lucius

- Stim toys galore. Has more pop-its and cute squishies than strictly necessary, but uses them all often. aways has several in his backpack. He'll share with anyone who needs one

- chew necklaces that he matches to his outfits

- flippy sequins!

- claps his hands and bounces when excited

- calligraphy asmr videos. with the sparkly ink <3

- dances as a happy stim

John

- pulls his arms into his sweater sleeves

- has one of those 3D printed slug fidget toys that he carries around a lot

- swimming as a stim! the water feels nice

Pete

- stress balls! specifically those ones with the goo inside and the nets around them.

- punches at the air when he's excited

Frenchie

- Flappy hands with sweater paws!

- also has lots of stim toys! really likes fidget cubes

- slaps his hands against any surface. tables, walls, his own legs.

- always humming and whistling

Buttons

- bird sounds! he'll echo different calls that he hears

- just generally repeats sounds he hears

- animal stims. will pet any animal for long periods of time.

Roach

- slime!

- loves how soft flour is, will shove his hands in a bag of flour

- bites his fingers

- finger painting

- fidgets with those stretchy lizard toys

- rainbow groan tube

Swede

- bites the straw on his water bottle

- runs his hands along his favorite blanket

- vocal stims from his favorite cartoons :]

and now, shared stims!

- I think most of them, if they make a sound at someone in the house, the other will echo it back most of the time. if several of them are in one spot they just go on with this for a bit.

- Ed and Frenchie are the musical boys, and if one of them starts humming or whistling or drumming a beat, the other will probably join

- Ed and Stede both fidget with their wedding rings <3 (they also eventually catch onto this and think it's very sweet they both do it)

- Ed, Lucius, and Swede are the chewy necklace gang.

- watching stim videos is a family activity, they all give their input on which ones they like or don't like after each one

- Ed and Stede will hold hands and spin together, but they can't do it for very long. Very good stim for very high happy energies :]

please share with me any other stims you think any of them would have <3 or if you do any of these let me know!

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cinematicasmr · 2 years

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ASMR | Taking Care of You at Worlds End (Personal attention, medical, soft spoken) - Nameless Nomad ASMR

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kudzucraft · 5 months

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i like watching asmr videos that try to heal my spiritual ills through face masks and tapping crystals together and singing bowls and all natural honey lotions in expensive bottles it’s like candy to me

#like injecting yourself with essence of california mountain yoga retreat

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remcycl333 · 1 year

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ok so this may sound a little ridiculous but i thought of something to manifest that's kinda fun and magical.

so i love asmr, right? especially when asmrtists tap on perfume bottles; the clinky noises scratch my brain nicely. but then they spray some and tell you to smell it, even though you "can't".

but what if you could!!!!!

i just feel like that'd be crazy cool like imagine chilling, watching asmr, and then *spritz* you catch a whiff of something sweet with citrus. makes it more interactive, you know?

(of course there is the off chance you come across an asmrtist who is a little spray happy... which in that case remember to click out of the video, save ya nose)

ooo that’d be so cool, you should totally manifest that! it’d be so fun if you played the asmr vid for your friends and they could smell it too, theyd freak out omg

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crippledanarchy · 1 year

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Fuck I hate that every goddamned video clip is edited like an asmr/stim video right now. Stop tapping your nails on everything! I don't care about unboxing! Stop intentionally talking so close to your mic! Why are you using eight times the amount of product necessary, that is a $60+ bottle of foundation! What the fuck!

#stim videos are great for people who enjoy them #everything being stim videos makes me want to light something on fire #i don't like them. they're a bad stim for me. and now they're inescapable -_-

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tenthstar · 1 year

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So last Saturday I got sad and wrote a script I didn’t like at 3am. It was a bit too heavy for a format which is usually quite light-hearted. Instead, I thought I would dump it here for anyone to use. I would post it on Reddit but other people seem scary and this is my house. Have a read through if you want and any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Inviting your android co-worker over [F4A][Sci-FI] [ASMR Roleplay]

Background:

The listener has recently moved to the city as a cyber security technician and is experiencing quite a bit of culture shock. However, they’ve met an android at work that they would like to know better. After a long week at work, the listener decides to invite them over.

Trigger warning: Discussion of mortality, sentience and what it means to be (i.e. existentialism).

---SCRIPT START---

[SFX doorbell followed but the opening of a door - ambient rain sounds]

Hey. I finally found the correct apartment number. [sighs] Has anyone ever told you that your apartment block is needlessly complex?

Anyways, how are you?

Ah, not feeling too well huh? Good job you worked from home today.

And thank you for inviting me over, do you mind if I come in? As you can see, I got absolutely drenched coming over here from the office.

Hm? Oh, don’t worry about me, I can’t catch organic sicknesses. Could you please let me in? It’s freezing out here.

Thank you.

[SFX door closes - ambient rain sounds stops]

Nice apartment you have here. Not too dissimilar from my own, although I wouldn’t leave empty bottles of unbranded miscellaneous energy drinks everywhere.

No, don’t feel embarrassed, it's fine. I’m not here to tell you how to live your life. [slightly sassy] But next time do be considerate of others.

I apologise, you invited me over. Bad manners can be expressed by all living sentient beings, even if we do so by accident.

Sure, I’ll sit down… Why are you looking at me like that?

You’re wondering if you should offer me a drink? Well, whilst it is customary in several cultures to do so, I am indifferent. Whilst I can drink, I don't necessarily need to. Regardless, I would like a glass of water, thank you.

[SFX listener walks away, runs tap to fill up glass with water and walks back again]

It’s unusual that you’ve invited me over, isn't it? We do work together, but you’ve always been distant. This is probably the first time we’ve held a face-to-face conversation in a while, no?

Hmmm… I see, you were surprised that I turned up this evening too? Well, I had nothing better to do this evening. Plus, I have no reason to turn down a colleague.

Is something on your mind?

Ah, you don’t need to apologise for being distant. But are you sure that’s it?

I’m your first android friend…Sooo? Honestly, there’s no need to be so coy. Though you are always this awkward around me.

You want to learn more about android culture? Why? They do teach this at school nowadays.

Oh, I see now. Yes, that makes sense. Android wariness is quite common amongst those who are not city folk. You’re not the first human I’ve met in this situation.

But I understand, as a member of the organisation’s inclusivity team I would be more than happy to help you. Change is important and being open to change is a healthy mindset, so I’m glad you reached out.

So, what do you want to know?

Well, Androids have co-existed peacefully with humans for just over 70 years now. Although it wasn’t particularly peaceful. It isn’t always peaceful now too though. Android discrimination is rare, but not completely ruled out.

Hmm, yes Androids we recognised as living, sentience beings in 2054 after the prominent civil unrest around that time. The world government steps in a brought representatives from each district to the table to discuss the rights of Androids.

From that point, ‘humankind’ as the sole intelligent and sentient species on Earth ceased to exist. From that point on it was ‘sentient-kind’. This included the introduction of several animal species on the list too which were previously unrecognised.

Does that make sense?

How do you know if I am alive? No, I don’t take offence to that. But to answer in kind, do you know if you’re alive? Could you convince me if you’re a sentient, living being?

Hmmm, I see. Well, I for one do not have an off-switch. From the moment I am created to the day I die, I will be alive.

Yes, I am alive. I can feel, think, express emotion and experience sensations just as much as you can. The only difference is that I am a mechanical machine and you are an organic machine.

Sentience can be difficult to prove, can’t it? It was one of the key talking points at the Android Rights Summit all those years ago.

Yes, you’re right. Memories are a part of sentience criteria, so I believe. And I, for one, do have memories.

Androids do have memories. As a part of integration when we are born, we actually experience multiple memories. We androids are born, so to speak, as we are. We don’t grow from babies to adults. But when we wake up are programmed with manufactured memories from multiple lives. We experience our childhood in the form of multiple memories from different viewpoints. This will in turn help us develop our own personalities and how we want to present and express ourselves in society. I, for instance, chose to identify myself as a woman.

Hm? You’re thinking about trying to find flaws in my argument, aren’t you? No, it's fine. Questioning to a certain extent is a healthy attitude. Inquisitive minds are open to change.

Let me answer your thoughts before you say them. Yes, I did say programmed. Humans are programmed too, less on a technical level and more on a sociocultural level. Parental influences, advertisements, the media, cultural norms, and certain aspects of cultural history. These are all types of programming. It happens around you whether you like it or not.

Luckily we living in a time where these sorts of social behaviours are less common. Being able to express and be your best self should be the most fulfilling part of the human experience.

Sorry, I’m getting too carried away. Did you mention my memories? Yes, I grew up with a kind, loving family. I remember it well. I try not to think back on them too much. Happiness and the forlorn can be difficult to manage.

But they’re not real memories? They are to me. Do humans not make up memories of their own? Or misremember, for that fact?

What did you have for lunch on Monday two weeks ago? You couldn’t tell me, right? If you could, are you sure? Are you sure that wasn’t Wednesday’s lunch, or Thursday for that fact?

Memories are both fickle and cherished.

They were not my biological family? I know, but I remember them fondly. I may not have them now, but the memories are all I need.

Will your family be nothing more than memories in time?

As an android, I’ve come to be more accustomed to cultivating a ‘found’ family. Whether that’s with humans or androids alike.

[sigh]

Hm? Why do I sigh? Whilst it can be cute to mimic humans, I am aware that sighing is a signifier of my emotions. It’s one expression that has been programmed into me to make humans a little bit more comfortable around androids. When humans see recognisable behaviours, they tend to be more receptible to them.

Anyways, following the foundation of the Sentient Beings accords, there were still a few troubles. Humans can be stubborn to change. Before the introduction of the new laws, many androids worked in cities as public servants. This meant that human jobs were lost to a lot of androids. This was rebalanced but androids still were present mostly in cities. Hence why those who move from rural areas to cities suffer from android wariness.

Over the past 70 years attitudes and laws have changed to better enrich the relationships between androids and humans. Since the kickstarting of the Russel space initiative 30 years ago, we’re living in a golden age of humans and androids working together to achieve the grand ambition of interstellar space travel.

Though, I can’t rule out some existing bigots. Some people are just that stubborn.

A few more questions, huh? I see. Do androids resent humans? No, not really. We may be superior in every way but world domination isn’t our goal. That’s just silly. A lot of anxiety around androids back in the day was surrounding the fear that humans were being replaced. In fact, most androids are more curious about subjective experiences and our relationship to the world around us. We are so much alike to humans, but can we call ourselves human? If anything, humans are our siblings.

Yes, siblings. Not parental figures. Whilst we are created by humans, we don’t have any reverence towards you. We understand how we are made. Androids are also a key part of the creation of new androids now. In some aspects, we create ourselves just like how humans reproduce. Ironically it was humans that gave us this human-like appearance. It is somewhat like a self-fulfilling prophecy. Just like how God made Adam in his own image.

Would I choose to live forever? No, but I can. All androids can choose to if they wish. But statistically, they never do. I think it’s quite simple really. In all forms of observation, wherever it’s cultural or scientific - death is just another part of life. Many see death as the end. We don’t know that for certain. But we would not be living if we did not die. Knowing that your life is finite and that mortality gives meaning to the things we do, to life itself. Family, friendship, love. We cherish them because we know that are precious. That they will never last, to never endure. A being that lives forever isn’t really alive at all. Therefore we choose to die.

Are we afraid? It’s a difficult question. We feel loss, just as you do. It is a question I cannot answer.

Androids do not know the answer to everything. I only know what I was programmed to know and what I have experienced. As you might know, experiences very. Sometimes I find that there is joy in not knowing certain things. It definitely removes that ‘perfect robot’ sci-fi stigma which many human writers used to use in pulp novels.

It’s interesting to see now that the media is currently highlighting a so-called moral panic around post-humans and trans-humans. It’s the same experience many androids felt from these types of intuitions before. We are not the other, we are here and real. Post-humans and trans-humans will play a key role in bringing earth’s sentient life to the galaxy… But society will change its attitude. I hope so at least.

How about you? I hope this has alleviated some of your worries.

That’s good then.

Look, hold out your hand.

[The Android holds the listener’s hand]

See, synthetic skin to organic skin. Regardless, both feel the same.

I’m glad we both agree.

You have one more question? Go on, shoot.

Can androids fall in love with humans?

Ohhhh I see now. I may have a quantum computer for a brain but even I can see that it’s the reason why you’ve been so distant.

Yes, silly, Androids can.

You’d like to go on a date with me? I’ll think about it.

Yes, think about it. I may have a superior brain but I have to calculate every possible scenario before making a decision. Gut feeling, it’s one thing we androids do lack. I hope you have something nice planned.

In the meantime, shall we order some food? I always have a craving for teriyaki noodles when it’s raining outside.

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#asmr #roleplay #script #asmr scripts #this one is kinda trash #but I do have a slight soft spot for it

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