crunch asmr

This is going to be an archive of the poems written by pickle and dill under various circumstances. They could vary in size depending on what we want to do. We may also independently publish poems on our own to get an edge on each other going forward with this Furthermore, there are plans to maybe publish short stories together under “unique” circumstances for fun. I hope you all enjoy.

An ASMR Script about a mysterious young man and a very cheery archivist. Set in a sci-fi setting with minor lore and emphasis on emotional interaction.

As the sun sets over Nileswaram, Inspector Rajan Menon receives a chilling radio call: the infamous serial killer Ripper Chandru—believed to have vanished after fourteen ritualistic murders—is spotted near the Karinthalam railway crossing. Haunted by the brutality of Chandru’s killings and the eerie calm that always followed them, Rajan races toward the location, memories of blood-soaked crime scenes clawing at his mind. Each murder was a message: a mechanic with his skull shattered in precise blows, a couple found eyeless in bed with a cryptic phrase scrawled in grease—*“They were dreaming too loud.”* No clues. No patterns. Just silence and dread. Now, as Rajan approaches the tracks, the air thickens with fear. He sees a figure in a brown shirt, walking slowly, something heavy glinting in his hand. It’s not just a man—it’s a myth, a ghost, a nightmare made flesh. And Rajan knows: this night will not end quietly

They used to be my bestfriends, brothers, you name it they were there. One day I had to move away. When I moved everything changed. Now I'm back and they think I'm still the same girl I was six years ago. They don't understand how much has changed, even my feelings for them. They think I'm still their bestfriend. Angel thinks I'm his. He doesn't understand I'm no ones. I belong to myself.

Within this aging time ,will this war be bitten by the use of ..feeding myself from it .If I were you I would rather die than being like ----them .

Kim Juran, who was sentenced to death for an unknown crime, received an offer......that will change his life. Follow Kim Juran on his journey to the mysterious Adventure.

I like you, ever since I've met you..." "Do you like me too?". . . . . . . . . . . . . . I thought I was unlucky at that time, but I think I' mm happy to see myself forget my feelings for him. B ut until I met my best friend. "Alexa Diané, I love you so much!!!" "W...what?" It was unexpected for a timid person like me would make an admirable person fall head over heels. It started with our freshman. When our school introduced a few selected students from other countries. First, he was my enemy then the next day he's attitude was nicer, which I hate. a nd my new chapter of the beginning is starting. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ray Jones who lived a quite normal life. That is until his mother woke him up one night because of an natural disaster. That would also be the last night he would be alive.

The world of Rostos is a beautiful place alive with magic, with natural wonders such as flying fortresses and underwater cities. The Rostos live in peace. But something that is too good cannot last long. Beneath their peaceful exterior, the warriors of Rostos constantly fight against danger to preserve peace in the world. In one corner of this world lies the Ironwill Empire. Centered around the imperial family, a symbol of power and authority. But not everything is good. There are snakes that are always plotting and circling around the imperial family, looking for an opportunity. Citizens calling for change are lighting the flame of revolution. The nobles who secretly wield coercion behind the mask of justice. A man who lost his loved one and vowed revenge. A woman who vowed to go to the end of the world to protect her precious people. As the imperial succession battle begins, will it bring greater chaos or bring much-needed stability to the empire? The fateful events have already begun to set in motion. In this situation, the 17-year-old Prince of the Ironwill Empire is living in peace. As if he doesn't know the cards, fate has dealt him. The chains of fate are already surrounding him. Soon he will be plunged into a fateful event that will lead to the fall of the empire. Can he escape the fate assigned to him? Or will he just remain as a forgotten name in history? Let's find the answer in the story of the "Crown," which is majestic but also symbolizes "Cruelty".

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"