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malebodyexhibit · 2 years ago

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Pygmalion (a Next Door Boy tale)

You’ve been hearing a lot about the Next Door Boy agency. It’s was a sleeper hit with traction having only been among the wealthy. Now more terms and conditions are being laid on with the public gaining more and more interest in its services. I managed to ride the coat tails during its debut. In fact, I was one of the first hundred clients to try it out. I was a 63-year old business man who had a large amount of capital, even after my divorce and child support. When I was selected as to premier the service, I was ecstatic. But the wait for the actual service date was torture. You see, they had to find consenting adults to be the talent. Finding attractive, young men to be hosts to an older clientele would be hard. Whenever they found one for me, then I’d be able to try it.

But I had particular taste in who I wanted to be. I offered to help find talent and the company agreed. When you offer the amount of money desperate old men would pay to be a young fuckable hunk, it was easy to find Owen. Owen was an 18-year-old high school graduate. He had high dreams of becoming a Chaturbate star or OnlyFans model. He really worked that body of his. In my chats with him, he really detailed his workout routine, his diet, and his hygiene. It was important to him that others found him hot and sexy. I assured him that with his body, he was certainly a prize, but that he could make more money with this new company.

He signed on. He hardly needed to be persuaded! I spoke with Owen a great deal. In fact I knew him while he was a football player. I’d cheer for him during home games. My own son idolized him. My son went on to college while Owen stayed and worked out, trying to be that sex symbol. In my talks with Owen, I asked him what he wanted to do with his life. Owen said again the OnlyFans stuff, but when I pushed him further, he was at a loss.

“I’m not gonna let myself get old, Mr. [Redacted],” Owen said. He flashed me a cocky smile, running his hand through his curly hair. “I’m gonna settled down with someone and retire on the beach.”

I gave a pained smile.

Owen underwent the procedure to install the implant. He just wanted the money and didn’t really want to discuss the conditions of our deal. Finally we settled that I would co-inhabitate him for a half-a-year with me taking control every two days a month. He agreed to be placed in suspension due to not wanting a temporary body (which is basically being a roommate in someone’s mind with other displaced consciousnesses) or being in my old, out-of-shape body. I would spent two days living his life, enjoying his youth. As you imagined, I spent the first few times working his cock raw, playing with my abs, and trying to flirt with his straight friends.

Things really progressed slowly. Adjusting to the disorientation took a lot of time, so when the half year was up, we spoke again about new conditions. He really liked the money, but I felt bored in his small life. There was working out, hanging out with friends, and nothing else. I decided to offer him a place at my home in a larger city. There he could enroll in college courses or take up a job. He tried to tell me he wasn’t interested in those things, but I practically begged him that I was interested and wanted to experience those things as him. He didn’t have to go there. It would only be when I was him. So our new conditions were set up. I would be him for two days a week. He made sure I stuck to a strict diet and workout routine while I was him. I agreed. I started to enjoy his grind for a perfect body.

While I possessed him, I went to classes. I chose art courses for Owen because it was something I didn’t have a chance to do in my life, and it wasn’t heavy on studying or reading. Jobs for college students are usually pretty light so I got a gig at the school. The job I chose for Owen was a Math tutor on the days I possessed Owen. I knew math pretty as I was an accountant, so it didn’t feel out of place for me. My life felt so much better now that I could do something other than working out. I actually made plenty of art friends. I also had the benefit of ‘running into’ my son.

I chose the same college as my son, Levi. At first I assumed I chose it because it was convenient. But subconsciously, maybe I wanted to be closer to him. He always idolized Owen. Maybe I could show him a better Owen to idolize. When I ran into Levi, he almost didn’t recognize me. While possessing him, I usually kept Owen’s bro fashion sense: gray sweatpants, an Underarmor compression shirt, and briefs. I felt it made me unique among the hipster types in the art classes. But sometimes I decide to try something more risqué (think crop top tees, or tight jeans that show the outline of a jock strap). That’s when I ran into Levi. My lower abs peeking from a crop top tee. I was free balling in sweatpants with my dick outline obvious to the eyes. We were awkward at first, but we started talking about high school. I was able to flip through Owen’s memories and be convincing. We went out to eat dinner (I was stuck to getting something high protein for the diet condition) and walked in the park. As a couple months went by, Levi mentioned wanting to go on a camping trip with me and his friends. His dad used to take him camping before he divorced his mother. He missed those days. (Oh.) I was excited and realized that there were another three months before new terms could be made. I apologized to Levi that I couldn’t but maybe the next year.

We didn’t make much contact after that. But in my old body, I found Levi visited more often. It was I who offered a camping trip. Escaping into Owen the past months had calmed me. I had been livid with Levi’s mother during and after the divorce. We disagreed about everything even though we had a good few years. Things gotten strained when I couldn’t continue to live a life of lies. Now that I calmed, I actually managed to strike a comfortable friendship with his mother. And with her agreement, we decided to surprise Levi with a… goodbye camping trip of sorts. A goodbye to those bad memories and the old marriage. His mother didn’t like camping much, so it was more of a backyard camping situation with his mother sleeping in a cabin while he and I slept in tents a stone’s throw away. It was remarkably peaceful. The trip was about 8 days and I missed the possession session with Owen.

Owen continued his thing while I was away. He stay at my house was secret. He was usually out of the way, but whenever Levi came over, he had to be out of sight. He did want to reconnect with his old friend, but Levi finding his dad living with his old high school friend would be super weird. Owen usually busied himself cam whoring or working out in his private gym.

When the time came for new set of conditions, Owen actually declined to continue. He had saved up enough money and wanted to live his own life. I didn’t want that. I managed to convince him to stay. There’d be no easier money than this.

I wanted more of Owen’s time. I wanted to go camping with Levi as his friend. I wanted to get more serious with his education and career. I offered a suggestion. It was the one of the first serious suggestions of the time of this nature. Others have made similar serious suggestions, but quickly backed off when there was pushback from the company and host. I pushed forward, particularly because I managed to talk Owen into it.

I wanted to live a quarter of a year as Owen entirely. I didn’t want to do the six days possessed then one day normal type deal. I wanted to sleep and wake as Owen. Of course the company altered this as much as they could. I would co-exist with Owen. We’d switch off who was in control. This would be so that Owen wouldn’t be in a sleep-type purgatory for months since he vehemently disagreed with being me. The company couldn’t offer a temporary host for that long. Also, the company wanted to test this type of set up. It could open new doors for business.

It started really well. Owen would wake while I watched his life. He’d make his breakfast, work out, masturbate, etc. I’d take over and head to class. It was so mundane like putting on a suit for work. Sometimes he’d have me do the workout and masturbation while he would listen to lectures (well, we both listened to the lectures; I was just in the backseat). Eventually we’d argue in our head about what to do. I masturbate to men; he masturbates to women. I want to suck cock; he wants to fuck pussy. Most of our arguments were about sex. To get back at him, I remember just hooking up with guys as often as I could. When I was in control, was when I was in some guy’s hole. I think that was what caused the error. Whenever one of us was in the backseat of our mind, we could still observe and feel what was happening to our body, but when there was a repugnant or painful stimulation, we sometimes involuntarily dissociated ourselves. It’s a bit freaky. One minute you’re helplessly watching yourself fall, preparing for hitting the ground, then the next second, an hour went by. I think that happened to Owen. In the backseat of our mind, he watched helplessly as I sucked cock with his mouth and got fucked in his ass by another guy. I could sense him still, but he was quiet. Over time, it grew dimmer and dimmer until I felt I was utterly alone.

Next Door Boy reacted… curiously. It wasn’t that they were excited or upset, but they just wanted all the information on what happened. They decided to remove me from the host to see if Owen would recover. A week had gone by. Owen’s body still lived. It was sustained by an automatic response to breathe, but it needed to be fed and taken care of.

It seemed to be a lawsuit in the works, but they seemed to find a practical solution.

They stuck me back in Owen’s body. Now my body. My old body was on ‘vacation’ and would only occasionally come back. I tried to keep up the appearances of Owen and myself before it got to cumbersome. And my life truly was in Owen.

By that time, Levi and I as Owen went our camping trip. We had a blast with our friends. I felt Levi and I grow closer, and while it felt strange to feel this way towards Levi, I reminded myself I wasn’t his father anymore.

My old body would leave some money for Levi and his mother. The rest would be funneled secretly to Owen’s body. I would still have some measure of wealth and a younger, youthful body.

It’s been over half a decade and I graduated college with a dual major in Art and Accounting. I’m able to pursue an art career. I entered into a loving relationship with my husband.

The circumstances with Owen and Next Door Boy might’ve inspired the universal conditions that aim to protect the host, but I’m not at liberty to discuss it. I no longer use those services, in fact Levi and I laughed as we read the stories of middle aged men using young men to fulfill their sex lives. “How desperate do you have to be?” Levi asked me.

“I don’t know,” I said, truly not sure how desperate I had been. “But I’m glad we have each other.”

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hourcat · 1 year ago

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I'm fairly certain you've done this before for Piarles, but no. 12? 👀

12. Whoops I accidentally fell in love with the sex worker I've been involved with (OnlyFans, exotic dancer, full-service, whatever)

Charles, nursing the world's most irritating headache, doesn't think twice before pressing FaceTime on Pierre's contact information. It's been—well, exhausting doesn't cover how stretched thin he'd gotten at work today, the grad students working alongside him somehow managing to push all of his buttons at once like they're freshmen again. He loves being the head of the research department, he does, it's just…sometimes, the work feels too big for him.

That's usually where this comes in—Pierre.

It's a little embarrassing, if he thinks about it for too long, how this all came to be: Charles had been shut in during the pandemic, desperate for any kind of connection, and he'd shelled out a pretty ridiculous sum of money over the course of the first year on OnlyFans, of all things. Specifically, the OnlyFans of one Pierre Gee, who's just about the most devastating camboy Charles had ever scrolled past. The first video of him fucking himself and his hand, back-and-forth in the most hypnotizing manner Charles had ever seen, was enough to sell Charles on the first one-time payment.

And that was three years ago. Pierre had reached out to him after the first year of Charles' faithful subscription to ask if he'd wanted anything specific, as he's somehow the biggest subscriber Pierre has, and that's…kind of how this all started. They talk offline often, not even necessarily for sex, and Charles would call him a friend if he didn't fantasize about Pierre fucking him on camera for one of his triple-diamond exclusive videos so frequently.

"Charlot," Pierre answers as the call connects, expression warm and filling Charles' screen in a way that makes his stomach twist. "How are you, cherie?" He looks…glossy with sweat. Charles raises a brow. Pierre sees it. "I am just, ha, getting off work." He winks at the lazy joke, then uses some discarded item of clothing from offscreen to mop up the sweat on his forehead.

"Of course you are," Charles answers flatly, although he can't swallow the giggle when Pierre rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. "I am too, although I'm sure my day was less exciting than yours." It must be something, doing what Pierre does. Charles spends all day cooped up in a library while Pierre probably gets to work from home and play with himself to his heart's content. The thought of him alone pleasuring himself makes Charles shiver. He can't think about that, not right now—he hadn't called for Pierre to get him off, he'd called because he wanted to hear Pierre's voice and talk to him.

"Exciting is not the word I would use," Pierre hums, settling back in whatever he's sitting on so that the camera briefly slips off his face and onto his (of course) broad, bare chest. Charles swallows thickly. "Today was not exactly a thrill to work."

The thought piques Charles' interest, despite himself. "Oh?"

Pierre grimaces. "Weird client," he answers. "Asked for something…" he wrinkles his nose at the thought of it. Charles is even more curious, especially because the list of things Pierre does do is so long that there's not a thing he can think of right now that would make him react like this. "I came, but like. It took some extra effort."

It's crazy, how he talks about sex so casually. Charles can't even say the word cum without turning purple with embarrassment, and here's Pierre, just blase about having to orgasm while on FaceTime. He hadn't even blinked. "Oh," is all he can muster in reply. The world is just different for the two of them.

Pierre can see it on his face, apparently—the disbelief. "But you did not call me to talk about my day," he murmurs, mouth curving sweetly into that smile Charles likes to pretend is just for him. "How was your day, ma belle?"

Better since you picked up, he wants to say, and almost does. But he can't make this weird for Pierre—not after everything he does for Charles, all the calls he takes and the friendship that he continues to accept despite the strangeness of it. He's watched Charles jerk off to one of his new videos over FaceTime once or twice. Friends don't exactly do that with one another.

"Long," is what he settles on, and Pierre laughs brightly, bursting through his speakers.

"I thought you liked things long, Charlo," he teases, and Charles feels the way his ears just start burning. "Sorry, sorry, bebe, I shouldn't tease."

"It's fine," Charles answers, and is surprised that he means it. It makes this normal, almost. "I don't know, people are stupid and I wanted to talk to someone who, you know. Wasn't."

At that, Pierre's expression shifts ever-so-slightly. "People are stupid," he agrees softly. "In fact, you might be the only not-stupid person I've ever met." He smiles, small at first but slowly growing until it's stretched across his face so genuinely that Charles is breathless from it. He can't imagine knowing Pierre outside of this safe, digital space: he's certain he'd make a fool of himself a thousand times over if he could feel the warmth spilling off the other man in waves.

That fact doesn't stop him from being a fool here and now, though. "Are you doing anything tonight?" Charles blurts the question like he's a kid in class with the answer, and immediately feels the embarrassment of it burn in his cheeks. So obvious in his yearning that he feels like he's being branded with it.

But Pierre's smile is unchanging. "Nope," he responds, popping the 'p' for emphasis. "I have all the time in the world for you, Charles."

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talisidekick · 10 months ago

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From what I'm seeing here, and this is just an outside observation and not a verified fact, but it appears anyone commending on the predstrogen/predesterone/avewy issue, largely making independant blog posts in solidarity and support of the banned account are having those posts flagged, taken down, or made unrebloggable. Given I made a post on this a few hours ago which you can see below with the link (maybe), we'll see how long mine lasts.

There are people documenting this, taking screenshots, and saving responses. I'm not sure how far Tumblr staff will take this, but it appears the choice for the moment is to go nuclear. If my above linked post gets reviewed and terminated, and likely this one will too if that's the case, then I might just have to have a discussion about where I'm going to take my online presence given the stance the CEO of Tumblr is taking on how transgender users on this site are allowed to be treated, which summed up is: as verbal punching bags who have no choice but to take threats of violence, abuse, harassment, and stalking from bigots or risk having your account deleted for speaking up. There are a lot of cool people on Tumblr, some fantastic history, and an amazing supportive community, don't get me wrong. But there's no reason all of that can't exist elsewhere if the Terms of Service are only going to upheld against trans people and bigots are afforded perfect immunity.

It was shit like this, that made me choose Tumblr over Reddit and Twitter. I will 100% delete my account and move elsewhere if I'm unwanted because of my gender identity. If I have to exist solely on Ko-Fi, Youtube, and Twitch. I will. Not even lying here, I will make a wholesome OnlyFans account to repost or remake my blog posts there if there's no other option. Over 1000 of you who've taken an invested interest in my ramblings and impassioned statements, if I'm not wanted on Tumblr, I won't disappear on you. You may just have to see me post elsewhere. I'll let you cross-post (with correct citations of the source (ie a link to the page on the site I made it)) wherever you are. If it comes to it I'll delete my biggest posts (which frighteningly have reached way more people than I ever expected (how did I manage to be seen by 30k of you?!)) and make them elsewhere because I won't be a part of the engagement cycle on a platform that doesn't want people like me.

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rhondafromhr · 5 months ago

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Little snippet from something I’m cooking up where Linda and Zoey become toxic besties and combine their powers for evil <3

Summary: Linda Monroe walks into Beanie’s one day and Zoey is enamored with her rudeness to Emma, her commanding presence and her general rich energy. She manages to impress Linda in turn with her rarely used barista skills and a carefully placed spit wad in Becky Barnes’ coffee, leading to the two becoming fast friends. As it turns out, they both have a lot to learn from each other and when it comes to sabotaging everyone standing between them and what they want, they’re much more effective as a team. Hatchetfield has never seen a more iconic duo. Or a worse menace to the public.

Every shift at Beanie’s might look slightly different from the last, but there are a few constants. Zoey can always expect a never ending parade of annoying, entitled customers who are awfully picky about their coffee for people who have no idea what they’re ordering. She would bet her entire nonexistent life savings that for every twenty people who ask for ristretto shots, only one actually knows what that even means. She usually doesn’t bother. She just pulls regular espresso shots, and poorly at that. It’s not that she can’t properly tamp the coffee grounds, it’s that she’s not going to bother when these people are adding fifteen pumps of vanilla syrup and literally aren’t going to be able to taste the coffee, anyway. Her drinks rarely get sent back and when they do, she just remakes them the exact same way and the customers almost always say they’re much better and go on their merry way, further proving Zoey’s theory that they have no clue what they’re talking about, they just like being high maintenance.

She’s guaranteed to be asked for things that literally don’t exist and expected to make them happen somehow. She has no idea how it would be possible to make an iced cappuccino (the whole point of that drink is the extra foam and the milk has to be steamed to create it), but that doesn’t stop people from asking for it. She’s just taken to ringing up a cappuccino and making an iced latte (complete with a generous wad of spit, naturally); it’s easier than explaining that iced cappuccinos aren’t a thing, then trying to argue and getting herself all worked up like Emma always does. Zoey can see why she smokes so much weed. She definitely needs it.

Luckily, it’s also guaranteed that at least a few of these extremely picky people who are perpetually confused about what they’re ordering will toss a few spare coins (or, on occasion, a whole dollar) into the tip jar and she’ll get to take a break from it all to sing the tip song and give them all a performance to rememember, a brief high point on an otherwise dull day in their otherwise boring and pathetic lives. She considers it a public service, honestly. Plus, there’s always a slim chance that a Broadway casting agent will just happen to be rolling through this nothing, podunk town on an extended layover or something and catch her at just the right moment, realize she’s exactly the triple threat they’ve been looking for and cast her in their next big production, whisking her away to the bright lights of New York City and securing her the ticket out of here she’s longed for since she was thirteen.

Deep down, she knows it’s unlikely. That’s not how casting usually works. People land big roles by trending now. Everybody knows that. Besides that, most people coming to Beanie’s are loser townies without any connections in the musical theater industry. Broke loser townies, if the way they tip is any indication.

The next customer who walks through the door is none of those things. Without a word, she immediately commands the room, despite her short stature that’s only mildly offset by the black, heeled boots that probably cost more than Zoey’s Onlyfans nets her in an entire month. Her jeans are perfectly tailored and she’s wearing the same sleeveless, white designer turtleneck that Zoey’s been trying to find a dupe of for months now and damn it, she’s wearing it way better than Zoey would have. She even manages to pull off one of those black brimmed hats that all the cool hipster girls who actually enjoy drinking their whiskey neat wear. She makes it look trendy and elegant. Zoey hates her. At least she does until the woman struts up to Emma at the register, a condescending scowl on her face.

“Welcome to Beanie’s, what can I-” Emma starts, but the woman cuts her off.

“Large, extra shot, extra hot, no foam latté with almond milk and light cinnamon. And do make sure it’s no foam and light cinnamon, I have places to be today and I don’t have time to wait around for you to remake it if you screw it up. Surely, even you can manage that.”

“Uhh, sure thing,” says Emma, the weariness and irritation apparent in her voice. Zoey’s certain the woman would have gotten an “Uhh, fuck you” if Nora hadn’t already gotten on Emma’s ass about her customer service and threatened to fire her earlier this week.

Zoey has to talk to her. She needs to figure out what her deal is so she can steal it. When Emma takes a name for the order and wearily heads over to the espresso machine to start making the drink, she has her chance.

“Nora says to go take your ten,” Zoey says “like, right now. I’ll make the drink.” Emma eyes her suspiciously, but shrugs and hands over the cup, all too eager to go hide in the back room.

Zoey carefully removes the portafilter from the machine, dumps out the condensed puck of espresso grounds from the previous order and carefully rinses it out. The baristas here should be doing that between every single drink, but rarely bother. In a place where literally spitting in the coffee is common practice, keeping the equipment clean isn’t exactly high on the priority list. She places it below the coffee grinder and measures out just the right amount of espresso grounds, gently tapping it against the counter, then takes the tamper and presses down with a steady, even hand to compress them, carefully twisting it as she pulls up. She inspects the puck and is pleased to see that there are no gaps, then gingerly wipes the excess grounds off the metal edges with her finger and twists the portafilter back into its place on the machine, then hits the button to begin pulling the shots. It’s been a long time since she bothered trying to make halfway decent coffee. She’s a little rusty, but it’s coming back to her.

She fills the steam pitcher with almond milk and begins aerating it with the steam wand, leaving it at the surface for only a brief second before fully immersing it, so as to create as little foam as possible. She presses the back of her hand to it and when it’s so hot that she can’t help but wince, she knows it’s ready. She taps the steam pitcher against the counter until there are no bubbles whatsoever, with such force that a few stray droplets of extra hot almond milk go flying and hit her wrist. She pours it into the paper cup over the shots, painstakingly straining out the foam with a spoon and then skimming the little bit that remains off of the top. It’s almost complete. She just needs to figure out what this woman’s definition of “light” cinnamon is. She settles on one more forceful shake and one daintier one.

Finally satisfied with her work, she lids the drink and all that’s left is to hand it off to the woman - Linda, according to Emma’s messy scrawl on the cup. She tries to figure out something cool to say, something that will make a good first impression, but won’t come across as trying too hard.

“Here’s your coffee,” she says “my coworker would have just screwed it up, so I made it.” Real smooth. It’s far from her best work, but she couldn’t think of anything else.

Linda practically yanks the coffee from Zoey’s hands. “What, do you want a medal or something? I’ve been waiting for three minutes, I have places to be!” She takes a sip and her face softens just a touch, her lips pursing in reluctant approval. “Acceptable. Better than that big chain coffee shop across the street does it, anyway. Those idiots always get it wrong. Honestly, how hard is it to follow simple instructions?”

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mariacallous · 14 days ago

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One of the more persistent concerns in the age of AI is that the robots will take our jobs. The extent to which this fear is founded remains to be seen, but we’re already witnessing some level of replacement in certain fields. Even niche occupations are in jeopardy. For example, the world of OnlyFans chatters is already getting disrupted.

What are OnlyFans chatters, you say? Earlier this year, WIRED published a fascinating investigation into the world of gig workers who get paid to impersonate top-earning OnlyFans creators in online chats with their fans. Within the industry, they’re called “chatters.”

A big part of the appeal of OnlyFans—or so I’m told—is that its creators appear to directly engage with their fans, exchanging messages and sometimes talking for hours. Relationship simulation is as crucial an ingredient to its success, basically, as titillation.

Of course, a single creator with thousands of ongoing DM conversations has only so many hours in a day. To manage the deluge of amorous messages, it’s become commonplace to outsource the conversations to “chatters” paid to sub in for the actual talent.

These chatters used to mainly be contractors from the Philippines, Pakistan, India, and other countries with substantially lower wage expectations than the US. But, increasingly, human chatters are getting replaced by AI-generated stand-ins.

A number of different startups now sell access to these AI chatters and other generative AI tools—and they say business is booming.

“A lot of creators were like, hey, there’s a need,” says Kunal Anand, the founder of a startup offering an AI OnlyFans chatting service called ChatPersona. “We built our own model with data we got from a lot of creators’ chats.”

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OnlyFans did not respond to repeated requests for comment.

The field is already fairly crowded. Some of the better-known tools have on-the-nose names like FlirtFlow, ChatterCharms, and Botly. Another competitor, the relatively generically named Supercreator, has a suite of AI tools, from AI-generated scripts to an assistant called Inbox Copilot that algorithmically sorts simps, moving “spenders” to the top of the list and ignoring “freeloaders.”

Eden, a former OnlyFans creator who now runs a boutique agency called Heiss Talent (and who would only speak on the record using her first name, citing privacy concerns) is an enthusiastic adopter of this tech. She represents five creators and says they all use Supercreator’s AI tools. “It’s an insane increase in sales, because you can target people based on their spending,” she says.

One of the features scans for fans who haven’t been active in a while, and then automatically sends a message when they log on for the first time. Eden says that the creators take over from there, but having a robot get the ball rolling is remarkably efficient, resulting in at least one $1,000 tip from a conversation initiated by AI.

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camilaflores · 14 days ago

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INTRODUCING:

NAME: Camila Flores

NICKNAME(S): Cam, Mila, Flores

AGE: Thirty-three

ZODIAC: Saggitarius

RESIDENTIAL AREA: Jackson Hill

OCCUPATION: Tattoo artist and owner of Tit for Tat Parlour

LENGTH OF RESIDENCY: All her life

POSITIVE TRAITS: strong, quick-witted, protective

NEGATIVE TRAITS: impulsive, stubborn, vengeful

A LITTLE MORE:

Trigger warnings: abandonment tw, child services tw, miscarriage tw, addiction tw

Camila knew the feeling of abandonment and loneliness long before she could place it. Placed at four years old, she grew up in homes that were often crowded where she received the bare minimum— until she was swept up and taken elsewhere.

The moving from place to place happened more frequently as she got older. The placements were worse and worse, mainly because no one really wanted to take in older kids with a slew of issues due to the trauma they'd lived through.

Much like the children in the home, she was troublesome. It wasn't because she wanted to be but she didn't have any other way to get the emotions out nor did she have the skill to verbalize what she was going through. Therefore she found herself falling into the wrong group, using alcohol and drugs as a means to escape the world she was in.

Eventually, she found herself in a bad relationship that ended with her being pregnant. It was the one good thing in her life, until it disappeared too.

The constant loss made her find solace in art, using it as an outlet to get her emotions out when nothing else worked. She dabbled in many mediums but always returned to drawing. A few pieces were sold to friends and family, using the money to keep herself afloat until the last few years before she turned eighteen when things turned south in the homes she lived in.

Eventually, after a fight that almost got her put into a juvenile institution, Camila left to live with her friends, going from couch to couch until she reached the age of eighteen and was no longer considered a ward of the state.

From then on, she began to work odd jobs until someone mentioned an apprenticeship. It took her many years to finally find a shop that would take the chance on her and she completely fell in love. It wasn't the easiest of experiences as she was often seen as less skilled than the more seasoned artist but she kept her head down and continued to train at her art.

Without money coming in, she decided to dabble with onlyfans and found herself making good income. A lot of it she managed to save as she continued to live with roommates, until she had enough saved up to buy a space of her own. It took years; a lot of sweat, blood, tears and hard work for her to finally be able to open up her own shop and for it to grow the reputation that it now has in town.

POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS:

FOSTER CARE: Some of the people she would have grown up with while in the system. They could have looked out for each other, maybe they lost touch or did their best to keep in touch. Camila ran off before she turned eighteen so this could potentially be the person she stayed with if they're older

EMPLOYEES: She owns a tattoo parlour called Tit for Tat that she payed for and has owned for the last few years. These people would have helped her take it off the ground and she's internally grateful for them.

EXES: People that she was with throughout her life, even the big ex that she finds herself going back to even though they're kind of toxic for each other. He would have also been the guy she was with during high school potentially.

BAD TINDER DATE: She uses the app as a hook up site, even using her only fans at times as well so this could have been one that went bad or they could have just hooked up and then not gotten along or she ditched them.

CAT AND MOUSE: A person that she hasn't given a chance to because it's so much more fun just making each other jealous and kind of playing pull and push. There's some feelings, but she isn't sure what yet.

#camila— introduction.

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animehellscape · 2 years ago

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Trigun Streamer/Youtuber AU

I've got this AU stuck in my brain and I wrote all sorts of headcanons, so here you go. Its messy, but if you want to see more hmu in my ask box or whatever (begging, pleading)

Livio is faceless

He plays lots of FPS and Minecraft

Wolfwood = Markiplier Vibes

He LOVES scary videogames

Wolfwood is his username. Game nicknames are usually "Wolf" or "WoofWoof"

He does occasional chaotic irl videos

Everyone knows he's dating someone, no one knows who it is.

He keeps it vague. "Partner" "Fellow Gamer" "Housemate"

Raises money for mental health services

Started very early online and grew huge

Vash = Chill Streams

Doesn't do one specific thing, but streams almost every day.

Adorable background, and lots of adorable stream icons

Has an OnlyFans

"Why are you so shit at this game??" "YOU TRY PLAYING A SHOOTER WITH ONE ARM"

Charity streams for accessible gaming advancements

Everyone knows about his boyfriend, but no one knows that it's Nick

Cries a lot about how thankful he is to his supporters.

Raised the money for a fancy prosthetic via his streaming

Somehow he was around before Wolfwood, but no one believes him bc it was a different channel with VERY different vibes. Also, his voice-over was very fem (he's ftm)

Nai isn't a streamer, but he manages Vash. He edits Vash's highlights for YT, mods most streams, and wrecks haters with the most fury.

Meryl streams, but she's HUGE on YouTube for her modern news. She makes a lot of video essays and constantly gets harassed by Fox News

Milly is a Vtuber. She's got a cute little anime girl image.

Regularly posts her gains on Insta

Everyone is so shocked to find out she's so buff

Legato is a simp for Nai. He watches "Millions Knives Best Moments" comps (and makes them) of clips from Vash's streams.

Roberto doesn't understand anything but his Niece brings him on and has a vtuber rig for him. He thinks it's cute but doesn't do much social media.

#love4Roberto was all over when he went to rehab. It wasn't a public situation but Milly went on hiatus for a while and people found out.

Roberto cried when he found out how much people cared about him.

Zazie is a troll but in an ironic way. They fly around different stream chats and donate huge amounts just to cause chaos

They're actually such a good soul. They raise money for all sorts of environmental preservation and do a variety of streams

They love to roast people who try to misgender them

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