#asmr sweeping sounds

[soundsofelise]

Here's a video of me sweeping my kitchen, bedroom, and living room. I recorded this with my phone (Samsung S23). Let me know if you have any requests! Thank you! :)

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[snobgoblin]

..................you ever just realize why you have certain traits suddenly

[misasimagines]

bathtime w/ Jiro (Tokyo Debunker)

included characters: Jiro (Yuri visits, but is not the focus)

rating: SFW but suggestive. Reader is Lustful.

warnings: reader is lustful but respectful. Jiro is naked. GN reader. Reader and Yuri are not necessarily besties.

First Tokyo Debunker fic after being a dead blog for months :thumbsup:

He looked worse than he normally did. It was hard to determine his state on appearance alone, given that he normally had dark circles, a pallid tone to his skin, an empty stare, and hair that was several nights past simple bed head. However, you were familiar enough with his movements by now, how calculated and deliberate they usually were, to tell when something was different, and today they were definitely different. You had positioned yourself in Mortkranken to keep an eye on him under the not untrue guise of hiding out from Romeo and Jin, both of whom were demanding your presence for various tasks you had no responsibility to complete. Your phone lit up constantly while Romeo sent you increasingly deranged threats for not answering him. You flipped it over, screen side down.

Jiro stood at the desk in the back of the room preparing Yuri’s tea. He had a teapot in front of him and a few small canisters of tea leaves he was mixing from. You'd watched him do this plenty of times before, his actions, the sounds, even the smell of the tea was like some kind of elevated ASMR video. Today though, instead of relaxation, you felt a grating sense of wrongness. He moved slower, like through something viscous and dense, and took several seconds to decide on what teas to use when it normally seemed arbitrary he was so decisive and instant. And then it happened. He did something you'd never seen him do before. He spilled tea leaves all over the floor.

You let out a soft gasp and sat up instinctively.

He stared, expression unreadable, down at the mess and you felt a little sharp prick in your heart at how absolutely exhausted he seemed. There was no way of knowing what he was thinking, but there was a universal sense of disappointment in that sidelong stare he gave the wasted tea leaves. He stood for a second more and then lumbered across the room for the broom.

“Let me help,” you offered, hopping up from your seat and hurrying over to him.

“Why? It's not your mess,” he responded in that monotone voice of his, grabbing the broom and turning back to clean up.

“Right. I don't have to help you anymore than you have to make Yuri tea every day,” you reached for the broom and grasped the handle, not quite prepared to wrestle it from the man you regularly saw hauling corpses to the morgue over one of his broad shoulders, but threatening nonetheless.

He stared down at you, his glasses sliding down his nose. “He'll complain if I don't. It's a hassle. I won't complain if you don't clean up after me.”

You frowned at his succinct, pragmatic answer. “Maybe I just want to help you because I care about you, then.” You tugged at the broom. To anyone else, you might have felt embarrassed being so forthright, but Jiro’s bluntness rubbed off on you in his presence. Besides, it didn't feel like a great revelation to share. You did care about him, and by this point, he'd have to be in serious denial to not notice it.

Jiro stared at you a few more seconds, then relinquished the broom. “I'll get the dustpan then.” He acquiesced in a way only Jiro could acquiesce. 

You scoffed quietly and started sweeping the mess into a neat pile while he shuffled back across the room to retrieve the dust pan. He returned and crouched down to hold it so you could sweep up the tea and a fair amount of dust. Looking down at him, you saw just how, dare you say, fucked up, his hair was. It was a bona fide rat's nest, there may have been rats living in it currently, and you weren't sure if the slight discoloration on his bangs was dirt or blood. 

Without thinking, you reached out and plucked a little piece of fuzz from his head and flicked it into the dustpan below. He stared up at you, utterly silent. You stared back. Seconds passed as you processed what you just did and he seemed to understand it no more than you did. “When was the last time you bathed?” You finally broke the silence. There was no point in beating around the bush with him, he surely wouldn't with you.

“Hmm,” he stood up and trekked over to a trash can to dump out the pan. “Before we autopsied that anomaly with 5 heads.”

“That was on Monday.” 

“Yes.”

“It's Friday.”

He turned to look at you, “Oh. It's been four days.” 

Did he not know the date?? You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm yourself. “And sleep? When did you last do that?” You pressed.

Jiro blinked slowly at you. 

You were going to kill Yuri, but that was for another time. This time, you had a giant, dirty, and sleep deprived Jiro to take care of. “You HAVE to take a bath and get some sleep.”

He considered this long enough to give you time to take another deep breath and prepare to nag him. “Okay,” he turned and started shuffling towards the bathroom, only to stop suddenly and put his hand against the wall to steady himself.

Rushing over, you put a hand on his arm in case he collapsed. “Jiro!” 

He blinked away the dizziness, nausea, lightheadedness, whatever he was feeling in that barely reanimated body of his, and barely straightened up. He seemed to have the intention to respond to you in some way, but the energy to do so was missing. He shuffled another step forward and you went with him. If this was how it was going to be, you clenched your jaw, this was how it was going to be.

He regained enough strength on the way to the bath that you felt confident he'd be able to survive cleaning up at least. You rushed in and around getting the water up to a warm temperature, grabbing a towel, and pushing him the last few steps towards the tub.

“It would be faster to take a shower,” he commented, kicking off his shoes.

“Do you think you have it in you to stand in a shower long enough to get clean?” You retorted with a raised eyebrow. You lifted the glasses from his face and set them carefully next to the sink.

He let you take his glasses with the familiarity of having had you done it a hundred times before. A hundred times might have been a bit off, but you'd maneuvered them off his head a few times when he was nearly passed out over an operating table and when he had blood all over his hands and couldn't wipe them off himself. It was an action not unusual for you two, which is why the tilt of his head came so naturally when you reached for them. Lifting back up, he started unbuttoning his shirt. “Maybe not. I could also faint and drown in the tub.” 

“That’s why I'll stand guard to check on you every few minutes to make sure you haven't inhaled lungfuls of bathwater,” you promised, avoiding looking too closely at his scarred back as he shrugged out of his shirt. You grabbed it up before it hit the ground and set it aside on the counter.

“Because you care about me?” He asked.

If a person could turn to sand and crumble away or deflate like a balloon and fly around the room making a pitiful little whining sound, you'd have done either. It was one thing to say it yourself to nag and scold him for his poor self care practices. It was another to have it thrown back at you in a way where you couldn't tell if he was teasing you or just earnestly asking. Face flushed an deep red, you turned around to give him privacy (and hide your blush) and stood at the door. “Because I care about you,” you agreed, regardless of the embarrassment.

A minute or two passed and you heard the sound of the water sloshing as he got into the tub. 

You held his towel in your folded arms, facing the door intently. “Just make a noise or something every few seconds so I know you're not drowning, okay?” 

He was quiet.

“Any sound,” you insisted, drumming your fingertips over your arms.

He was quiet, the water was not sloshing.

“Jiro?” You called behind you, suddenly very tense.

He didn't respond and all you could hear was your own heart hammering in your ears. He'd passed out and was currently breathing in water and soap. You'd have to haul him out of the tub and try to perform CPR, but would that work? What if you broke his sternum, could he survive that level of damage when he was already so weak? A million visions of Jiro’s untimely death flashed in your head and made your chest tighten.

You spun around, already halfway towards him before you realized he was fine.

He was resting his head on the back of the tub, looking at you with the smallest curve to his lips, his eyes shut slightly in contented amusement. He might have let out a rare bit of laughter if only he weren't so drained.

Your chest tightened and you considered a few choice words to call him for scaring you like that, but they all caught in your throat. As sweet as he looked, that barely there smile on his face, he looked so worn out and fragile sitting in that tub that could barely even fit him. You took a few steps toward him and set the towel down on the counter. “You scared me,” you admit.

“Sorry.” He responded, his smile had started vanishing, less because his amusement faded and more because the urge to sleep was becoming too strong.

You watched him for a second more and he made no move to start scrubbing himself down or washing his hair. With a sigh, you rolled up your sleeves and crouched up on your knees next to the tub. You had filled it with an absolutely absurd amount of soap and bubbles, so there was no chance of seeing much more than the top of his chest and his knees that poked out over the water. “I'll wash your hair, so take care of the rest of yourself, alright?” You pushed.

He nodded.

You filled your palm with a bit of shampoo and foamed it up between your hands before diving into his mess of knotted hair. You had seen dolls at second hand shops with fewer knots and less tangled hair, and some of those had gone through the dryer or maybe a wind tunnel. You took your time, scrubbing down to his scalp with your fingers as tenderly but insistently as you could.

Jiro relaxed into your touch, slumped so fully into the bath that you had to gently lift his head to reach the back of it. He let out a quiet hum of satisfaction when you raked your fingers up the nape of his neck. His eyes were fully closed now, his eyelashes thick and dark and brushing the tops of his cheeks. Without his mask hanging down around his chin, you could see the cute little beauty mark under his mouth. Droplets of water rolled down his neck, over the little star shaped scars, down his chest and-

His eyes opened slowly and he looked up at you. It wasn't particularly different from how he usually looked at you, and maybe that's why it felt so much more intimate than you were used to. If you let yourself get caught in these thoughts, it would recontextualize everything between you and nothing would make sense anymore. You felt paralyzed by him, by your thoughts, by your hands in his hair, by the slow rise and fall of chest and the shifting of bubbles. “You stopped,” he announced, his voice not betraying any real tone of displeasure, but you felt it nonetheless.

“Oh!” You got back to scrubbing, carefully working through the knots, carefully controlling your breathing. “Sorry,” you mumbled. You rinsed out the shampoo, dumping little rinse cups of water over his head, your hand over his eyes now both to hide his near unblinking watch and to prevent soap from getting into them.

You rushed through conditioner, getting as much of his hair as saturated as possible (you had no clue when he'd use it again, after all), and pulled your hand back to stand up. “Okay. Just finish cleaning up and then rinse that out and you'll be right as rain,” you lectured as robotically as you could. The bubbles had started to pop and dissipate and any glances down at him were revealing more that you thought appropriate to see at the moment.

He wrapped his fingers around your hand as you retracted it. His hands were wet and his fingers slightly wrinkled from being under the water for so long. He pulled your hand inward just slightly, enough to indicate he was asking you to come back, but not enough to force you or pull you down.

You settled back on your knees in front of him. He looked pitiful, in the cutest way possible. His hair dripped water down his cheeks, his entire body barely fit into this tub and still he was cramped down into it, reaching up for you like he could pull you in with him.

His lips parted slightly and the pins and needles feeling in your calves erupted.

“Jiro- AAARGG!” 

You shot up, Jiro's hand slipping from yours as you turned to see Yuri pointing at and screaming at you. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?!” Yuri demanded, expression crazed with suspicion.

“I was washing his hair!” You insisted, guilt tinging your tone, and then realized you weren't at fault here. He was the culprit. Plus, he'd interrupted whatever moment you were about to have with Jiro. His second major offense. You clenched your hands into fists. “Which he hasn't done in four days since you never give him any time to take care of himself!” You snapped.

Yuri withdrew in indignation, “How dare you speak to me that way, worm!” His hand pressed to his chest, over his heart. “Jiro has 24/7 care from the world's best doctor and foremost researcher on anomalous medicine. He should be grateful!”

You were ready to throw hands when Jiro spoke up. “Yuri, I'll finish up here in a few minutes and bring you tea after.” If only he knew the amount of blood he just prevented from being spilled.

Yuri bristled and rearranged his lab coat. “You do that. I'll be in the lab and you,” he pointed at you again with distaste, “will be going anywhere but here!”

Waving an annoyed hand at him, you retorted, “Let me just wash my hands and I'll be on my way.”

Yuri glowered at you and opened the door to leave, “Don't forget my tea,” he commanded, slamming the door behind him

You positively steamed while washing your hands in the slightly cool water of the sink. You couldn't even ask “who does he think he is” because he had to announce it every five minutes. Dr. Yuri Isami, genius and visionary. Best doctor ever, blah blah blah. Distracted with frustration, you almost forgot Jiro was soaking in the tub behind you until you turned to dry your hands and leave and caught him sitting up and staring at you again.

He was running a washcloth down his shoulder and arm when he spoke, “I'll let you help me again.”

You snorted. It seemed so flippant a conclusion, and yet… you weren't ready to walk away without one last question. “You're capable of doing this yourself. Why would you let me help you?”

He considered this, wringing the washcloth out over his chest, sending a cascade of soap bubbles and water down his skin that you watched with nothing more than scholarly interest. He didn't even look at you when he answered, his voice as cool and apathetic as always, “It must be because I care about you.”

[vexx-ation]

365 Albums in 365 Days: 259/365

Date: Monday September 16th Album: Vox in Vitro Artist: Michel Redolfi Released: 2004 Genre: Ambient Review: Congratulations to Redolfi for producing the first album to give me night terrors. The first half of this album is pretty typical, ethereal ambient fare, with sweeping harmonies and dial tones punctuated by the delicate sound of wind and the auditory equivalent of fallen snow. This beauty lulled me to the throes of sleep pretty quickly, which proved to be my fatal mistake: this album switches to french asmr whispering about midway through, and my foggy brain took the ragged breathing and barely audible murmurings about as well as one might expect. Beautiful album, but my sleep paralysis demon speaks in French now. Favorite Track: Vox in Vitro

[dimension20npcofalltime]

My Favourite Tags / Reblogs of Round Two

Yeah sorry this one's long

#the yogurt man deserves this

Loose Duke did NOT hide for nearly an entire season in a spaceship’s vents, personally haunting Emily Axford the real person’s mind, to lose. - inkytrinket-irii

#loose duke is the only npc that gets better the less you see him

#hell yes! BIM SWEEP!#all the calroy girlies see his canon artwork and run for the hills. pathetic.#that man is a slice of cake and he’s sexier than any pink​​​-haired twink you could possibly draw

#chose calroy bc of that one monologue that out of context makes a crown of Candy sound like the most intense historical war period piece#to ever exist#also bc I did not watch sophmore year

#calroy sweep are you kidding#the gayest slice of cake to ever live

#hardest decision of my life 5ever#shit in your mouth vs watch me shit? how could i ever decide between those two?#(it was calroy easily)

#voted ox just so it's not a complete wipe. he's a Good Boy and i'm love him#but he doesn't stand a chance against the unhinged all-consuming-devotion dykery that is wuvvy

#i love garthy but Aelwyn has been giving me brainrot for the padt few months#the kind of character you want to snap in half and then cry about it

#it’s tough because aelwyns whole deal makes me cry#but on the other hand garthy is hot as hell

#ough this is hard#on one hand aelwyn is v complex and is central to adaines development in fhsy#on the other hand... garthy's voice is hot as hell and they are chill as hell#i GUESS ill pick aelwyn. im just saying i hate asmr but if it was garthy i think all my stress would melt away

#GUYS COME ON I KNOW GARTHY IS HOT BUT.#LOOK AT HER#SOPPING WET CAT OF A GIRL ALSO REMEMBER WHEN SHE WALKED INTO A LUDICROUS PARTY#OF HER OWN MAKING#SMASHED TWO BOTTLE OF LIQUOR AND MAGICED THAT SHIT STRAIGHT DOWN HER THROAT???#she is so everything to me Adaine in the first minutes of the campaign immediately tries to murder her#she shut down her mind to survive torture and kept her personality in a black box only her sister could open#sibling relationship of all time guys

#i love them both#but it has to be john feathers#most guy of all time despite literally being a bird

#if you're not gonna beat up a bunch of angels to give your wife tax advice don't even look at dale

#WHY is esther losing!!!#justice for my girl#my girl has the only braincell in NYC#released from her curse and immediately jumps the hot firefighter#nothing but respect

#one of the very few acoc characters i'll vote against without hesitation#ESPECIALLY for baron my god i love that little freak

#baron you funky creation from aroace fear

#i love dr lugash so fucking much#but you really put him up against annabelle cheddar? the most dyke 5ever?#i love her sm

#lugash would want you to vote annabell#because he is lgbt ally

#why does raghs art have him dressed as a dad at a barbecue#actually you know what he IS gay and it makes sense for him to be that flavor of gay

#plug's gonna lose a poll the same day he's gonna die- tomorrow

#Wilma!!!#or did y'all forget our education on docking

#vote caramelinda my god she deserves this win#also she's canonically lesbian. dyke rights.

[warmspice]

cleaning asmr but its the sound of a broom sweeping and then the odd sneeze that gets more and more frequent as the audio goes on

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hi hello !!! I'm here for the Redacted Audios match-ups, sooo Here ya go !!!

Punching Bag by Set it off, I love that band. I've been listening to them since middle school. I like when it says, “So say goodbye to your Mr.Nice Guy you got your wish, he’s rotting in hell..”, cuz that’s when the beat drops and I just like how it sounds. 

So I took the test just for this and apparently I’m type 5 “the investigator”. I don’t really know much about this but hope that tells you whatever you need to know. 👁👄👁👍

Not really, but I do love watching movie and drama video essays as background noise while I’m doing something else.

I didn’t have an imaginary friend...so…💀👌. Nah you know what let me make up one. His name was Bob the builder and he was the filler for my absent father figure. 😀👍

I usually end up falling asleep while listening to ASMR, I mean one of the reasons I love ASMR is cuz its great background noise.

I’ve never really wanted to change my name, but I think names like Hyacinth and Rain are pretty cool. They sound like character names and also I love nature so it’s like the perfect match up.

At the moment I really like listening to Milo’s play-through of the Mortuary Assistant. I just find it entertaining to watch and, again, I like to put it as background noise.

Ollie (sorry), I just don’t really find him interesting at all. Which I get he isn’t trying to be a super complex character, like that isn’t his purpose, but because I just don’t have much feelings for him.

H2O just add water and Mako Mermaids were my shit when I was little, and even now I still go back from time to time, I’ve watched all the seasons of both series multiple times over and to this day I continue to be a mermaid fanatic.

I LOVE HUXLEY WITH ALL MY HEART !!! LIKE HE IS SO WHOLESOME AND COMFORTING I JUST WANT TO HUG HIM.

Not really, at least not that I know of, but I do love knowing random fun facts about miscellaneous subjects. More specifically about Greek mythology, space, and folklore.

Gatorade with a ham sub sandwich.

I don’t really know if you are asking about music or ASMR so I will give you both. I’m currently obsessed with ‘EPIC the musical’ . It's a musical about the Greek poem ‘The Odyssey’.

My guilty pleasure is, very predictably, ASMR. I just find it relaxing and I love the stories that can be told through. 

Other stuff about me: I’m a Taurus and my mbti is INTJ. uuh I don’t really know what else to say so I hope this is enough info about me. This was pretty fun. I felt like I was having an interview about myself. :]

Ahhh, a Type Five, INTJ, oh, that is fun (and the same stats as Sherlock Holmes probably). Intellectual, curious, thoughtful, always thinking, always learning… I think a little serenity might do you some good.

Something about the way you talk about background noise while you work and relax makes me wonder how busy your brain must be; does that make sense? (I’m the same way, like I need mental fidget toys to focus properly?) I imagine Cam would be so helpful in that respect, with his even voice and his soothing demeanor.

You know what would be so lovely that I could absolutely imagine? Cam strikes me as a pretty old daemon, not as old as Vega but older, distinguished… the type to love Shakespeare, Dickens, the classics. Just imagine leaning your head on his shoulder as he reads to you, whatever book of whatever country’s lore your heart fancies that day. You get a nap, he gets a snack, everybody’s happy~!

Song:

When your legs don't work like they used to before/ And I can't sweep you off of your feet/ Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love/ Will your eyes still smile from your cheek

I don’t know how I feel about mixing Cam with Ed Sheeran either, I’ll admit, but it’s the vibes. Man strikes me as a romantic who likes a slower, sweeter kind of song- the kind you don’t necessarily dance to but hold each other and sway, you know? (Also, to throw a little bitter in with that sweet, he would actually love you until your legs don’t work like they used to before… and then some. Probably forever.)

Runner-Ups:

Lowkey, I like Morgan for you because he gives off a lot of the same vibes as Cam: sweet, understanding, a good listener. Elliott, I like for you because he would have lost his mind at your absent father figure joke. Don’t ask me how I know that, but he just would definitely have that sense of humor. It would make him literally lol, and that’s just fun /pos

Note: I feel you I’ve had Warrior of the Mind stuck in my head for weeks

Tell me about yourself, answer some fun questions, and I’ll match you with the Redacted boy I ship you with the most! 💌

[devilisln-moved]

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒.

muse name. Matt Murdock favorite nickname. Double D least favorite season. Winter, but tbh, he doesn't like Summer either. He just doesn't like intense weather in general. Honestly, I bet he loved living in San Francisco simply because it's pretty much 60 degrees (15, for the sane people that use Celsius out there) year round. least favorite—- hot or cold? We're gonna take this as a continuation of the previous question and elaborate. Matt prefers mild temperatures, so he generally likes Spring or Fall more than Summer or Winter. Ideally, he would enjoy living somewhere with very mild seasons. The extremes of either temperature bother him intensely, with or without layers. least favorite holiday. I dunno. n/a? Matt likes an excuse to throw a little party. least favorite food. processed or anything with a lot of preservatives least favorite flavor. chemical least favorite drink. Dirty Martini, especially if it's too dirty (for those of you that did not have a partner that was obsessed with cocktails for awhile, a Dirty Martini is a gin or vodka martini cut with olive brine, usually garnished with several more olives than usual). least favorite sound. Grating sounds, high pitched, abrupt (like a slamming door, gunshot, even a popped champagne cork would startle him if it caught him off guard), anything abrasive that most people wouldn't like are magnified for him. As for unique peculiarities, I think he has a touch of misophonia, although I wouldn't necessarily call any irritation it may cause unreasonable. He hates ASMR. least favorite tv shows. Specifically he's not a fan of copaganda and most court shows. You know, the difference between reality and fiction is really too stark. Generally tho, he doesn't engage very much with television for extremely obvious reasons. least favorite area of school. Anything that involved a lot of writing. It's not that he can't, it's just he has a rubbish attention span for that sort of thing. Also, his hand writing is terrible. least favorite aspect of their job. Having to make the choice between ethics and income. least favorite trait in others. Abuse of power least favorite place. I don't think he's claustrophobic, but I don't think he likes small spaces much either. least favorite thing to talk about. Whether or not he should be doing Daredevil things. least favorite daily chore. Dusting/sweeping least favorite type of clothing. I don't think he's that picky? Like he knows how to dress himself, but he keeps his wardrobe fairly simple since aesthetics elude him. least favorite superpower. Since he has superpowers, I'm going to take this question much more literally. I think if he could turn down any sense back down to a manageable intensity, it would probably be his sense of smell. On a day to day basis I imagine more things smell very bad to him than very good. least favorite thing about falling in love. Lying least favorite thing about death. That half the time people end up coming back.

tagged by : stolen from: @griim tagging: free for all~

[avtechnologysworld]

Creating Customized Music Playlists for Each Room

As part of my automation proposal template, I wanted to explore creating customized music playlists for each room in the home to enhance the listening experience based on the activity and vibe in that space. Having the right music play depending on where you are can really elevate your mood and immerse you in whatever you're doing. Let's break down how to curate playlists tailored for different rooms.

Introduction

We all listen to music differently depending on our surroundings. The type of music you enjoy while cooking in the kitchen probably wouldn't be your first pick for relaxing in the living room. Customizing playlists by room allows you to set the right sonic atmosphere for each area of your home. With the right tunes, you can optimize your experiences and get more out of your favorite activities in every space.

Living Room Playlist

The living room is where many of us spend our downtime relaxing, entertaining guests, or gathered with family and friends. Its playlist should feature:

Easy listening/chill music: Acoustic tracks, melodic indie, jazz, classical and lo-fi beats provide a mellow vibe perfect for hanging out and conversation. Artists like Norah Jones, Jack Johnson, Radiohead and Tycho set the tone.

Pop/rock favorites: Include your go-to pump up songs, popular hits from the last few decades, and classics everyone knows. This keeps the energy upbeat without being too intense for background music. Think The Beatles, Ed Sheeran, Foo Fighters.

Movie/TV soundtracks: Sweeping scores help set a cinematic mood when watching shows or films together. Composers like Hans Zimmer, John Williams and Michael Giacchino know how to elicit emotions through music.

Reminder of recent favorites: Scrobble the last month's most played tracks on your phone or streaming service to keep the living room playlist fresh yet familiar.

Kitchen Playlist

Getting in the zone while prepping meals requires a bit more lively music versus the living room. The kitchen playlist should:

Feature upbeat pop/rock: High-energy, danceable songs you can bop and jam to keep you engaged yet not too loud to overcome dialogue. Artists like Bruno Mars, Lady Gaga, and Panic! At The Disco work well.

Include throwback hits: Nostalgic favorites spark joy and take you back to carefree times. Think The Beach Boys, Michael Jackson, Britney Spears.

Incorporate world music: Latin, Afrobeat, k-pop bring global flavors to complement your culinary creations. Artists like Carlos Vives, Fugees, BTS add extra flavor.

Consider podcast favorites: For solo cooking sessions, download your most enjoyed podcast episodes for entertainment.

Home Office Playlist

Getting focused work done at home requires neutral, non-distracting tunes. The home office playlist aims to:

Feature instrumental music: Soothing piano, guitar, strings aren't competing for your attention like lyrics might. Try classical composers, acoustic jazz standards.

Include lo-fi/chillhop mixes: Laidback, mellow electronic beats provide a calm backdrop without noticeably absent lyrics. Artists like ChilledCow, Darius, Saib deliver.

Add white noise/ambient sounds: Natural elements like rain, ocean waves, or coffee shop ambiance mask distracting noises. Channel ASMR vibes.

Save calming spoken word: Ephemeral poems, lectures on intriguing topics engage your mind without thrills or intensity getting in the way of productivity.

Bedroom Playlist

Winding down before sleep necessitates music that calm and relaxing your body and mind. Aim for:

Acoustic guitar/piano instrumentals: Simple, reflective melodies ease tension and slow your breathing. Try artists like José González, Mason Bates, Yiruma.

Bedtime story podcasts: Soothing voiced narrators read calming fiction, poetry or fables. Calm and Headspace have great options.

Brainwave entrainment tracks: Binaural beats or isochronic tones facilitate relaxation and easier falling asleep. Apps like Brainwave Generator and Neural Harmonizer provide these.

Sleep sound effects: Gentle crackling fireplaces, rainfall, or nature ambiance covers distracting noises. Sounds True makes wonderful compilations.

Automating Playlists by Location

To make these room-specific playlists automatically play based on where you are, you can set it up through smart speakers, smart displays or home theater receivers connected to your home WiFi network. Use IFTTT applets or Stringify flows to trigger playlists switching between Google Home, Amazon Alexa or Apple HomeKit enabled devices based on which is detected closest to you via Bluetooth or location services. This way, the right music is always playing to match the vibe and enhance your experience wherever you are in the home.

With some thoughtful curation of genre, mood, tempo and individual track selections tailored to each space's intended use, automated, location-aware playlists can truly optimize the soundtrack of your smart home. Playing the right music depending on your room lets you get more out of activities while seamlessly setting just the right ambiance. With a little initial effort, you'll be serenaded by the perfect tunes no matter where you wander in your abode.

[soundsofelise]

Here's a video of me sweeping my kitchen, bedroom, and living room. I recorded this with my phone (Samsung S23). Let me know if you have any requests! Thank you! :)

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Photo was taken by Bob van Aubel from Unsplash.

[fall1ngfeather]

Honestly. Real talk. Not liking the Cecil sweep. I didn’t care about Nightvale when it came out. I came to dislike it as the fandom grew. Was relieved when it finally died down some. And now it’s all crawling out of the woodwork again. 

And honestly he doesn’t even sound sexy. Everyone’s like “Ooooh he’s got ASMR voice” but every clip I’ve heard of him sounds like the most passionless, bored, “someone handed me a piece of paper with a script on it and I’m not allowed to read this room until I’m done” stuff imaginable.

[warystares]

IS HE OUT OF HIS DEPTH ? perhaps. could anyone have ever anticipated that such an awkward, abashed young boy from the bayou ― all muddied bare feet & brambles and not a lick of prospect to pair to the lint lining his pockets ― might find himself HERE ? he thinks in specificity and sweeping generalizations all the same ; no, surely there could've been no guess that lucky remy luck would've turned up a WORLD-RENOWNED professional card shark poker player, much less that he might need to weave through the expensive and extravagantly-adorned patrons of new york's prestigious METROPOLITAN OPERA HOUSE to make an appointment he'd be unwise to miss. ( is he running late ? no, not anymore ― though two fingers are quick to catch his collar and loosen a button in the elevator as even a narrow chest heaves against its cotton constraints to catch the breath stolen from abused lungs by a six-block sprint. ) fifteen seconds of smooth jazz & solitude is more than enough for remy to collect himself, wipe the sweat from his brow and stride toward the door with all the confidence of a young man who was not just running for his LIFE.

to his credit, remington suspects there to be very few ― if any ― a fool who would not sprint at the whim of one MS. LIENA CHEN. though a rapport does not extend far behind them ( has it been even half a year yet remy's been in the city ? and how long after had it taken him to get entangled in the jade tribe ? no, okay, admittedly not very. ) his instinct for self-preservation allows him a keen sense for when to submit. and right now ? well, the moment he opens the door to her office, remy has no doubt he will be in the presence of a PREDATOR. oh, but she does it so well, even remy's got to admit ; all poise & grace, pristinely wrapped and delivered in a neat package of velvet elegance. perhaps the most dangerous hunter of all ― one outfitted with all the smooth charm and honeyed talk to LURE her prey in of their own volition, unsuspecting. it's inspiring, really ; remy often finds himself drawn to her office like a ( pesky, annoying ) moth to a wonderfully luminescent flame.

so he slinks in when she beckons as if he'd not just RACED there, strays toward the nearest chair and melts into it. ❝ have you ever considered recording audiobooks ? asmr, even ? that's autonomous sensory meridian... ❞ remy trails off as icy blues eye her curiously, thinking better of the soapbox he's about to ascend. ( or, at very least, opting to exchange it in favor of another. ) ❝ disregard. i'm sure you already know. point is, lovely voice. feels worth mentioning in a place chock full of 'em, i'm sure you must not hear it enough around here. ❞ ignore the grin, an attempt at charm ; so maybe she intimidates him a little. he'd CUT TIES and pull out his passport if he didn't want to be here. he needs a little more intrigue in his life ; card tricks keep him comfortable, but he's grown tired of simple tricks alone.

❝ since i last saw you ? ❞ remy takes a moment as if to consider his answer, but he expects this action alone is enough to tell her what she needs to know. ❝ nothin' of any real import, i'm afraid to say. you know i hate showing up empty-handed, especially at your door. my mama raised me better than that ― ❞ no she didn't. sounds real nice, though, don't it ? ❝ ― but i also don't intend to waste your time, not for nothin' you already know. but what i can tell you is i'm workin' on it, and these hands won't be empty for long.❞

WHO: Liena Chen & Remington Luck (@warystares) WHERE: Liena's office, Metropolitan Opera House

As a child, Liena was often compared to a mouse. She had a way of tucking herself into corners and making herself undetected until she chose to present herself. Becoming one with the shadows was a habit of hers, and as she grew up, she learned to wield those shadows to her benefit. She transformed herself into a snake--- a quiet, deadly creature just waiting for the right moment to strike at her prey.

And how did she manage to go from a quiet, hidden little girl to an empress of the city? Easy--- she sought out other creatures of the night, both shadows and devils alike, and tucked them under her wing. REMINGTON LUCK was one of the individuals she took a keen interest in. The boy had access to The Old World Casino, and Liena was more than happy to take any information she could get in order to remain on top of her enemies. It was a quid pro quo of sorts--- he shared any relevant information about the Burning Gods' operations, and she'd offer him praise and an assortment of teas and baked goods. Everyone leaves happy.

She listened to her office door open and close, not even bothering to glance up from her work. She knew it was him--- no one would dare barge into her office uninvited, after all. ❝Remington, come in.❞ Her voice was soothing as she continued filing paperwork, finally glancing up at her guest, ❝Any new information about the casino?❞ 

[the2headedcalf-moved]

whenever you have free time, check these out:

articles/essays

the real tragedy of beth march (i recommend this on every chance i get. it's why i find beth to be the most fascinating character in little women)

remote control (read this because of sufjan stevens. a very good account of the tonya harding scandal)

my grandma the poisoner (the horror i experienced the first time i read this is unparalleled. completely, utterly disturbing)

the empathy exams (you've probably heard of this and, yes, it deserves the hype)

exploring q slur (sigh) desire in hbo's succession (on the homoerotic undertones in succession's both seasons. need i say more?)

celebrity culture is burning (this is from march 2020, after gal gadot posted that atrocious imagine cover)

the age of instagram face (spot-on criticism of instagram beauty culture, fantastic read )

the lawless energy of teen-age girls (this is a new yorker piece on an excellent photography collection depicting teenage girlhood)

youtube channels/videos

liziqi (her videos will undoubtedly make you feel better on an off-day, especially on the cold winter days to come!)

goodnight moon (you will not believe the effort put into these themed asmr videos. check out her babblebrook series for cozy fantasy vibes)

asmr in movies & tv (ignoring the one of harry potter, this playlist offers quite a satisfying experience)

barbie movie clips (you did not know you needed this. it's a playlist of scenes from old barbie movies in extremely high definition)

reading my old diary like it's a work of classic literature (such a fun, light-hearted concept! watch this if you feel heavy and need a lil' something to cheer you up)

the immersive realism of studio ghibli and why miyazaki's films sound pretty (watching video essays on studio ghibli films is the highest form of self-care)

that time disney remade beauty and the beast and why the music in the live-action disney remakes is worse than you thought (disney-bashing is another great form of self-care)

how coraline borrows from ancient forms of storytelling (more specifically, it's a video essay on how coraline utilizes classic horror/ghost story tropes. very fascinating)

is titanic good, actually? (a lengthy video essay on the sweeping, epic tragedy that is titanic. enjoy)

parasite - the power of symbols and parasite's perfect montage (on the magnificent brilliance of bong joon ho's parasite)

misc.

the mytholadies podcast (very easy listening experience and fascinating explorations of your favorite ladies from mythology. they also do themed episodes every month!)

all three hadestown albums on spotify: concept album, original cast recording (live), original broadway cast recording (if the myth of orpheus and eurydice lives on your mind rent free, you need to listen to these. my personal favorite is the original cast recording, but all are fantastic)

the husband stitch (the chilling short story by carmen maria machado from the collection 'her body and other parties'. this is a favorite of mine)

the lottery (on the off-chance you haven't read this unsettling masterpiece, do it now)

artist searches childhood bully on facebook, doesn't expect to find this (this comic changed my perspective on everything)

subscribe (another comic i keep thinking about, this one's a critique of youtuber self-care culture)

this post (directs to one of the best writing resources i have ever come across)

[ejunkiet]

in the afterglow

this sort of came out of nowhere, but HuxDami would not let me be ;u;

redacted asmr: huxley/damien, rated mature, 1.7k wordcount.

Damien’s always appreciated the afterglow. Immediately follows HBS.

--

Reaching up, Huxley cups his jaw, his palm warm and callused, the warm sweep of his thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. His voice is soft, still roughened by sleep when he asks, “Can I kiss you again?”

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in the afterglow

It’s always an - experience, waking up in someone else’s apartment.

There’s that first initial jolt of realisation - that lurch in his stomach when he realises he doesn’t recognise the room, before the memories filter in, and oh.

He doesn’t - do this, often. Or at all, really. A few quick, fumbled moments during highschool, and that one night stand back during his first week at DAMN with a shifter he’d met at a club.

The sex had been good - really good, in fact, the memory of quick hands and their hot, searing mouth keeping him company for several months after the fact. But he’d woken up alone back in his place, and they hadn’t left a number.

He’s not used to - this.

The warm arm around his waist, holding him close. The feeling of safety that accompanies it.

Huxley.

He’d cleaned them up as best he could with his shirt and gotten them both into boxers before they’d both fallen asleep on the sofa, curled around each other in the afternoon sun.

Damien has to stop himself from pinching his arm to check if he’s dreaming - as he’s not. If they’d established anything earlier, it was that fact. Even if everything else still feels so unbelievable.

He shifts a little, grimacing at the way his skin sticks to the leather of the sofa beneath them - and god, he doesn’t want to think of the mess right now, even if he can feel it, the slick-wet-stickiness of it - twisting until he can peek over his shoulder. He can just make out the broad expanse of Huxley’s shoulder, the toned line of his neck.

‘Hux?’ He tries, but his voice is soft and husky, barely audible in the hush that’s taken over the room in the late afternoon. He can feel the brush of Huxley’s breath against the nape of his neck, the press of his cheek to his shoulder blade. He can’t help the way his lips curl at that, bringing with it a curling warmth, even as he clears his throat and tries again.

“Hux?”

“Mmm?” Huxley’s voice is little more than a hum, low and deep. He sounds half-asleep, words just beyond him, and it’s the way he sounds during those early morning conversations, when Damien drops by to ask if he wants to join him for an early run.

(He nearly always says yes.)

“We should probably move.”

He lifts his arm to make the point, the leather releasing him with a loud suction noise. It’s ridiculous enough that he can't help but bark a laugh, and after a moment, Huxley joins in, his laugh low and husky, soft in a way that worms right into the center of him, warming him from the inside out.

“Yeah… you may have a point.”

Still, he doesn’t move - well, except to nuzzle at the space between Damien’s shoulder blades, a low hum rumbling out of him, vibrating against his skin - and as much as he likes the feel of it, the point still remains.

“Hux,” he reminds him gently, his hand finding his around his waist and squeezing gently. He gets a soft harrumph in return. “Really. We’re a mess.”

He hums again, deep and low, and Damien shifts in his arms, snorting when he sees that his eyes are shut.

“Come on, big guy. I didn’t tire you out that much.”

Pushing up onto an elbow, he takes a moment to just look at him. Huxley has creases from the couch cushions on his cheek, his hair a tangled mess across the pillows - and Damien remembers the softness of it yesterday, twisted beneath his fingers.

Damien can’t help the smile that makes its way onto his cheeks, before he leans down to kiss him, softly. It’s little more than a brush of his lips, but it makes him shiver, releasing a breath, his mouth curving into a smile.

Huxley lets out another soft hum, his eyes slipping open until he can meet his gaze.

“Hard to remain asleep when you wake me up like that.”

Propped up on his arm like this with Huxley looking up at him, a soft smile playing on his lips, all Damien can remember is the hot sweep of his tongue against his skin, the way his arms had felt around him, holding him close.

Reaching up, Huxley cups his jaw, his palm warm and callused, the warm sweep of his thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. His voice is soft, still roughened by sleep when he asks, “Can I kiss you again?”

“Yeah. Please.”

He cracks a grin, that flash of white teeth against full lips, before his hand is slipping to the back of Damien’s head and pulling him in closer, and his mouth is just as soft and warm as he remembers, gentle, so fucking gentle as his hand cradles his cheek.

Damien is breathless when he finally pulls back. “Fuck.”

Hux huffs out a soft laugh, his eyes as bright as his smile. “Yeah.”

“...but we really should make a move.”

He laughs again, warm and husky and soft. “Alright, alright. I hear you. Come ‘ere.”

“What-” Strong arms wrap around his waist, anchoring him to the hard planes of Huxley’s body as he leverages himself upright, shifting until his feet are on the floor again, except - Damien is still in his lap. “Huxley-”

“S’okay, dude. I’ve got you.”

He sputters as Hux shifts his grip, slipping his hands beneath his thighs until he can hike him up into his arms. His fingers dig into the broad expanse of his shoulders, scrabbling to find his balance as Huxley gets to his feet, heading towards the kitchen, and really this was - ridiculous. “I can walk.”

Huxley huffs, in disagreement this time, drawing back enough to meet his gaze.

“Damien, I’ve got this. You gotta be sore, after all that.” There’s a twist to his lips as he says it, a frown pinching his brow that Damien wants to smooth away with the base of his thumb.

And Damien is sore, but in the best way; one that’s fullbodied and comfortable, leaving him floating, completely out of his fucking head. He's always appreciated the afterglow.

“...Fine. But we’re not making a habit out of this.”

Huxley grins, another flash of white teeth, bright and happy. “Fuck yeah, dude.”

–

The first priority on Hux’s list apparently is breakfast.

He walks them both into the kitchen, his palm warm on his skin, rubbing lazy circles into the base of his spine that makes him want to melt before he places Damien on his feet next to the kitchen island.

He flicks the coffee machine on as he rounds it, ducking to start pulling out pots and pans from underneath the stove, and Damien can only watch, worrying his lower lip between his teeth.

“What are you doing?”

He snorts as he throws a dish towel over his shoulder, washing his hands at the sink. “What does it look like? I’m making you breakfast.”

Another flush of heat rushes through him - his ears, his cheeks, and fuck, why is he making this so awkward? “Oh.”

Hux chuckles as he pulls down the eggs from the cabinet, grabbing some fruit from the refrigerator before tossing him a grin. “Take a load off, dude. This won't take long.”

True to his word, it doesn’t, the pan sizzling with oil before long as Huxley works on putting the ingredients together for an hearty omelette - cheese, mushrooms, onions, and some leftover ham, tossing the onions onto the heat as he sets about beating the eggs.

“Do you have any plans for the day?” He asks as he works, that warm, affable smile on his features, and he’s so handsome that Damien loses the ability to speak for a second, flustering over the words.

“I- no.”

“Great. Me neither. Want to hang out?”

Damien laughs. He can’t help it. It’s just - he’s so nervous, and Hux is just - he makes this look so easy. And it should be easy, and it will be. Once Damien can get his damn head straight and stop freaking out, feeling as if the other shoe is gonna drop any minute.

“I’m sorry,” he says as Huxley catches his gaze, that little furrow in his brow again. “Yeah. Yes. I’d love to spend the day with you. It’s just - I feel like- I’m a mess.”

Hux frowns, putting down the mixing bowl where he’d been beating eggs together and wiping his hands on the little dishcloth he’d thrown over his shoulder - fuck, he’s cute - before making his way back over to him.

He takes his face back between his palms, and Damien feels warm and safe. “You’re not a mess.”

He snorts, and it’s wet, and fuck. He really shouldn’t be this emotional - he has better control than this. “I am. But I’m working on it.”

“If I can do anything-”

“You’ve done more than enough already.” His lips curve into a smile, and he twists his head to the side, just enough that he can press a kiss against his palm. “You keep saving me, you know that?”

He means more than just today, more than just this, and Huxley knows it, a flicker of emotion crossing his expression, but before Damien can ask about it - he leans in again, meeting his lips in another kiss, slow and soft.

“You saved me too,” he reminds him. “We saved each other. And you’re saving me again.”

“How so?”

“By being in my life. Keeping me - grounded.” His lips quirk at that, and Huxley grins, that light from earlier entering his eyes again. “I couldn’t have gotten through this without you.”

His chest aches. His eyes fall to Hux’s mouth again, and he kisses him again, so fucking gently, but instead of taking him apart, it feels as if he’s putting him back together. Safe.

He reaches up, burying his hand in the tangled mess of Huxley’s hair, holding him close as the kiss deepens, the heat rising, and Damien has to remind Hux to turn off the stove before they get completely sidetracked.

Still, it’s another hour before they finish making breakfast.

[soothifying-sounds-asmr]

Mystery Sound Contest 2022 Answers and Winner Revealed! (Fullscreen Encouraged)

Hello everyone, it’s finally arrived! I highly encourage you to watch the video because it took a lot of time, but if you can’t for any reason, here’s a quick recap for you:

Thank you to nosmore, xandie, Nic, and dana for your generous donations! You raised the grand prize total from $10 to $70 and it went to a great cause!

Sound #1 was not guessed correctly by any players. There was a wide range of guesses including two people guessing a pogo stick, two people guesses it was sweeping with a broom, and someone guesses it was a trampoline! The answer is actually much simpler: poking styrofoam. Here is a timestamped link to the original video by ASMR Bakery.

Sound #2 was guessed correctly by a few people. The majority however guessed it was ice cubes! This is very very close, everyone who guessed this got partial credit. The correct answer was actually marbles in a glass jar, which a few people did guess! This sound was taken from a favorite video of mine and I was hoping some people would recognize it. Here is a  timestamped link the original video by Dana ASMR. (Who I love and miss so much)

Sound #3 was guessed correctly by one person. Two others were very close. The majority guessed the sound was frying food. That’s also a very understandable answer, these kinds of sizzling fizzy sounds all sound alike haha and I do love posting those kinds of sounds. However, that wasn’t the answer this time! The correct answer was: fizzy hair mousse / shampoo! Scalp massage and hair care videos are my number one favorite kind of asmr video! This sound was taken from a video by ASMR Twix, who I also love so much and recommend highly. Here is the original video!

In the end, five people had guessed one sound correctly and four of these people had also guessed one additional sound semi-correctly. The four finalists were @floralovebot, @leylin3, Mary (who guessed via email), and @macaroniandcheese!

One of these four also guessed a second sound semi-correctly. The winner of the Mystery Sound Contest 2022 is...: @macaroniandcheese!

Their guesses were a sponge, marbles in water, and shaving foam! I thought that compared to the others, their guesses were the closest to the actual answers of Styrofoam, marbles, and hair mousse.

Their charity was Paws with a Cause. Their mission statement: Paws With A Cause® enhances the independence and quality of life for people with disabilities nationally through custom-trained Assistance Dogs. PAWS® increases awareness of the rights and roles of Assistance Dog Teams through education and advocacy. 

$70 was donated to support their mission! On the donation, I added a note that said the money was raised through you guys generous donations and kind hearts! <3

And thus ends the Mystery Sound Contest 2022! Thank you to everyone who played along, donated, and followed the action. I hope you had fun <3

Here I’m going to tag everyone who entered who gave me a url. Thank you so much for playing along! @floralovebot  @25-worms-in-a-trenchcoat​ @procrastisnack @longhornletters @perspicat @syellowtails @even-in-winter @leylin3 @semi-charmedkindahlife @elaina-writes-things @onelonesock @kirincult @beautifulterriblequeen @aquietquixotic @macaroniandcheese @floridianfireflyfaith​

[guilty-pleasures-abound]

Maybe I'm the only crazy person who wants this but?

One of those ambience/asmr room videos (example) but it's Rick's garage; you could have bubbling beaker sounds, typing, pen and paper sounds, shuffle of tools in a toolbox, light music in the background... hell, I'd even take the occasional Rick burp lol.

I'd love more Gravity Falls ones too; there's a couple general ambience ones on YouTube already that just feature soft music and a static exterior shot of the Mystery Shack, which are nice, but one inside the Mystery Shack with appropriate sounds to go with that would be so cool. Inaudible talking from the gift shop, sweeping/cleaning sounds, nature sounds like birds and insects or maybe even some rain, maybe hear Stan doing his Mr Mystery spiel here and there, or him singing what he's doing.

Could easily do Ford's lab, too! Lots of the same sounds as Rick's garage, but maybe throw in the low hum of machinery, or the occasional dice roll as he takes a little break to work on a DD&MD campaign, or some kind of mysterious creature shuffling around.

Oo! Ship and ocean sounds on the Stan O'War! Could do waves lapping, rain on the ocean, whale songs, the crackle of a radio, the gurgle of a coffee maker.

Idk I just think they would be so fun and relaxing.