i'll do anything.

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indie rp written by bones (28, it/its they/them) exploring the consequences of obsession in a digital age, parasocial bonds, and fandom echo chambers.

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[shigetaharua]

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-- love that powerʻs parents wanted to adopt to continue their artistic legacy and give opportunity to a less fortunate child or whatever white savior bullshit and now their son is an unwell freak

[adorajpg]

"we— we did, yes." embarrassment isn't the right word for what beck feels, though it's something on the cusp of it. maybe he should feel ashamed of how eagerly he'd booked yet another solo stream with bluebell. he had barely let the call end before he was opening up his browser to book another.

yes, beck knew he was the type to fixate. it had been racing for the longest time. he'd always loved cars, the way it felt to drift along the road, to have pretty boys fawning over the hood of his car after he'd blown ahead of everyone else. but even the sound of an engine roaring to life offered little excitement once bluebell had entered his life.

bluebell was perfect.

her words cut through what ever anxiety induced panic ran through his thoughts, and beck lets himself smile back. he catches a glimpse of it on his screen, wincing almost and making a mental note to hide his own camera.

tall... did he like tall guys? or was beck tall in a way that was intimidating, looming ove bluebell like some of the other fucking creeps in their dms. the thought makes him want scoff. no, beck was different from them. he was nice, attentive, more than happy to listen to every little insight into her life bluebell was willing to offer. he should do the same for them when they asked so sweetly, shouldn't he? "ah... I'm... 5'11. is— is that tall? or, I mean, is that around where you were thinking?"

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"mhmm! i knew it!" bluebell did not, in fact, have a specific height in mind, but that was certainly tall enough. not too tall. just right.

"youʻre a good height. most people like men who are taller than six feet... but i prefer someone your height. and you look so strong, too~" the streamer giggles and bites their lip. the streamer was just so grateful for beckʻs loyalty. she had no idea how to repay him.

"am i the only streamer you watch, beck? you donʻt seem like someone who watches a lot of online content." say yes. say yes. in fact, beck seemed terribly offline. he could stand to watch bluebell a bit more. bluebell gets giddy when he sees beck in the chat, so eager and sweet.

"you like cars, right? i donʻt talk about cars very much..." a pout. an apology. bluebell wonders if thereʻs a cute way to dress like a mechanic. or an f1 racer. "sorry if iʻm not very interesting, but maybe i can play more driving games. just for you."

thereʻs no manipulation or empty promises. as long as mario kart counts. bluebell would do anything for her fans. she exists to make them happy, doesnʻt she? "would you like that?"

and isnʻt that a reciprocal relationship?

[satoransky]

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[250318]

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BASICS FULL NAME: nam-gil 'halo' kang GENDER: trans man PRONOUNS: he/him DOB / AGE: 17 march / 26 OCCUPATION: fansites for idols

SEXUAL PREFERENCES ORIENTATION: homosexual POSITION: switch verse

PHYSICAL HAIR COLOR / STYLE: black frequently bleached blonde / short mullet EYE COLOR / STYLE: dark brown / downturned almond HEIGHT: five feet four inches BODY TYPE: soft pear AESTHETICS: trust fund baby, designer everything, scrolling through instagram and feeling a sense of failure and discontent

NOTABLES

idol megafan whose wealthy parents fund his extremely expensive hobbies

always traveling to meet and greets, concerts, or pop-ups

shy, constantly accused of hiding behind the camera

feels entitled to his idols' time and affection after all the time and money he's spent. plans his entire life around seeing and being seen by his favs.

[innerchildabortionclinic]

I hope i'm your favorite losing dog to bet on

[rainyearning]

"It's not my fault.. it's the fault of capitalism." The bunny rolled his eyes, checking on his manicured nails. "I bought all of it together when I moved in here, guess the warranty is over and so now everything breaks." Aiguo grimaced a bit, pleased, that Foster seemed to be able to fix mostly anything. That made it easier, meant, he didn't have to go pay someone to come fix them. Yes, he had better ways to pay Foster for his service, something they both liked. "I guess I would have to pay lots of money for new things and repairs." He hummed shortly. "But you know, whenever I ask you to fix something, you seem oddly happy." He smirked. "As if you need this, to feel needed?" He chuckled while getting comfortable on the couch, blanket over his legs while he sat on the couch, watching, how Foster fixed his toaster. "You know it's always worth it to come help me, while I am sure you love doing these things for me, we both know I also happily give you a ride in return." Having an older lover was nice, Foster was useful, could build things and even more important, was anything but disappointing in the bedroom. Sustaining, long lasting, passionate, eager. "You fix this and then I will happily remove my little blanket, because I don't wear pants right now."

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"mm, seems like youʻve seen right through me," foster confirms deadpan. itʻs nice to feel needed, sure, but itʻs moreso about the exhibition. aiguo gives it up whenever he wants, yes, and the sex is great. his bunny is sweet and eager and beautiful, but foster craves more. loves to spy on aiguo and see him in moments not meant for foster. that is the thrill. that is where the pleasure lies.

that is what the secret cameras are for. planted into the little electronics and appliances aiguo is constantly pouting at foster to fix. itʻs easy, but not too easy. just on the right side of thrilling. foster isnʻt sure if aiguo would ever let him touch him again if he knew just how deeply the elder has rooted himself. he knows aiguoʻs every move and breath, every turn and twitch in his sleep.

"and what if i want you to keep the blanket on?" foster muses and turns to look at aiguo. "presumptuous to assume i want whateverʻs under there, hm?" there was fun in teasing aiguo. his sexuality and beauty were so obviously his weapons of choice, and isnʻt it exhilarating to dull the blade? or, at least, pretend that the blade has been dulled?

[keroinnie]

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"you've stood here for a while," power comments as he makes his way over to the pretty thing that had caught his eye at the art exhibit. he wasn't doing a performance piece tonight. the venue had worried it would be too messy. instead, he showcased his photography and mixed media wok. a new venture for him, though his audience had already expressed appreciation in his ability to maintain a shock value outside of his endurance work.

the value was not as polished, but it existed, nonetheless.

"what do you think of it?" what they stood in front of was a photo series documenting one of his in-studio endurance pieces: hanging upside down from the ceiling for six hours. he had cut his own foot before hand in hopes of getting a decent shot of crimson pouring down his form but to no avail. he had to phone one of his friend to drip black pouring paint down his legs.

the photos turned out fine. you can't see his face. there's a video that accompanies the description of the works. the entire six hours he spent hanging upside down.

this was not about him, though, it was about the patron who acted as judge, jury, and executioner. beautiful things and people mattered to power. at least a little bit. so of course he wants to know what they have to say,

@sovrumana

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"will you be honest with me?" the streamer pouts, tilts their head as they fiddle with the hem of their oversized hoodie. the hoodie her favorite fan had sent oh so generously. so sweetly. it's baby blue and soft soft soft. bluebell wears it during his usual streams and blushes roses when others compliment him. he never mentions who it's from. it's a secret, she had teased with a lilt. now, as they video chat one on one with the fan in question, bluebell is nothing but doe eyes and lips bitten red. they hope they look cute. they hope they can make the other understand how important his attention is. how bluebell adores their fans and how he can't possibly live without him, much less his absolute favorite. bluebell prioritizes her fans... why shouldn't they do the same? it was only fair. that was love, wasn't it? blood for blood.

"am i the only streamer you watch?" oh, bluebell is hurt. "one of my mods said they saw you in someone else's chat when they were defending me. they said you were saying nice things about that streamer." it's not nice. it's bitter metallic. "you said you loved me yesterday. did you lie?"

@sqnctuary

[kpop-bbg]

[yutomiyasu]

I.N Snap! Cuteness! What an Idol!

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-- starter call for halo and/or power

[cosechadehuellas]

Marina Abramovic y Ulay, The World is My Country. The Sex Life of Flowers, 1982

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BASICS FULL NAME: power utjesenovic ; professionally known as 'vuk' GENDER: trans man PRONOUNS: he/him DOB / AGE: 31 december / 24 OCCUPATION: artist (mixed medium, endurance/performance)

SEXUAL PREFERENCES ORIENTATION: bisexual (masc leaning) POSITION: dominant top leaning verse

PHYSICAL HAIR COLOR / STYLE: black / short messy mullet EYE COLOR / STYLE: dark brown / downturned almond HEIGHT: five feet eleven inches BODY TYPE: inverted triangle AESTHETICS: tortured artist, child prodigy gone rogue, rhythm 5

NOTABLES

was once known as a child prodigy in oil paintings but quickly rejected traditional technique to emerge in his own shocking style

artist famous for his ability to push the limits of himself and his audience's stomachs

romantic at heart, loner

obsessed with pushing boundaries of the human body and the ethics of performance art. will do anything to be remembered.