Streaming Is Way Too Hard
{Scene of getting grabbed by the scruff by a mod while drawing a 10-tag image that borders on pure filth}
{Scene of getting stream-banned mid-commission while excitedly drawing tentacles after a donation came in}
{Scene of expressing true paraphilia through perfectly ordinary household objects}
I've been following this bitch since her very first stream and yeah, she's completely unhinged lmao
Like why is someone who belongs in the deepest, darkest corners of the internet clawing her way into the daylight so hard lol
No wait — maybe she's planning to terraform the daylight into the dark side and drive everyone insane together...
Still, I can't find a single stream half as entertaining as hers anymore...
Other art streamers, girl cam rooms — none of them come anywhere close to whatever charm she's packing. I just don't feel like going.
Is this... the power of maximum I-cup milkers?
Ngh~... Noona, I think my lower half is about to explode...
It had been a full week since my stream ban was lifted, and in that time I had drawn a truly staggering number of paraphilia pieces.
Starting with the 240 slippers and the 280 feet, all the way through to the pencil-sharpener noona and the onee-shota pencil.
For the entire week my heat was in full swing, and I could hear the voices of inanimate objects. Every time I went live I produced another deviant masterpiece, and even the viewers who flooded in after watching those unhinged clips gave me a standing ovation.
Was this what people called regret, obsession, mental collapse?
The "fake maniacs" who had been exposed to genuine madness for a while all raised the white flag and begged me to stop, and I smiled happily, convinced I had finally whipped my audience into shape.
But if there was one bad thing that came of it all—
Not telling you to show it or anything, I'm genuinely just curious — when are you doing a face reveal? From the way you talk it doesn't sound like you're one of those faceless dual-types who never plan on showing at all.
—was that a plague of toxic face-reveal addicts had started to appear.
Maybe it was just the destiny of every faceless dual-type streamer.
As more viewers poured in, more and more of them started getting curious about my face, and every time it happened I had no choice but to give them some vague non-answer.
Of course I did.
Tilt the camera up even a little and a pair of fluffy ears would appear — the kind that made you want to reach out and stroke them. How exactly was I supposed to go public with those?
Even if I wanted a face reveal, I couldn't do one until I used the Transformation Magic the Fox God had told me about.
So I hedged, in a regretful little voice, with something along the lines of "someday."
"If you saw my face after staring at these baby softies, it might kill your libido — kidding, kidding. I want to show you, I really do, but I just can't yet. Once things get sorted out I'll reveal it right away, so wait for me, okay?"
The newly arrived face-reveal faction and the paraphilia faction that just wanted art streams kept up a blood-soaked free-for-all.
Once the chat turned into a gladiatorial arena, the stream atmosphere naturally went to pieces, and I let out a long, heavy sigh as I watched my broadcast slowly fall apart.
"I've been saying this every single day for days now, haven't I? I even put it in the notices. Why are you all so desperate to see someone else's face?"
I used the "freeze chat" function I'd gotten used to over the past three days and kept going.
"I've held back for days, but from now on anyone who so much as baits the face-reveal topic is getting banned, no exceptions. It's written right at the top of the stream window, isn't it? This is not a girl cam stream — it's an art stream. I honestly don't know how many times I have to burn this into you before you're satisfied."
They kept asking even though it was written right there for them to see. Wasn't that deliberate? Like toxic viewers trying to poison the stream atmosphere on purpose.
I banned every single viewer who had so much as mentioned a face reveal, and after one brutal round of mass executions, my viewer count was down to half of what it had been.
Still, that was twenty more than a week ago.
A hundred-person suicide squad, huh... That might actually be pretty decent.
When I unfroze the chat, the people who had always just quietly watched the art stream cheered.
With all the toxic face-reveal viewers gone, the remaining ones decided it was time to start shitposting among themselves.
One nightmare scenario after another, but the viewers I had left — weird as they were — at least listened when I talked, so I addressed them in a gentle voice.
"You do know that shitposting is a crime on par with mentioning face reveals, right? Things were chaotic just now so I'll let it slide this once, but from here on out, please restrain yourselves."
The moment I finished speaking, the kind remaining viewers plastered loyalty emotes all over the chat.
I thanked them and went back to drawing.
"I'm so emotionally wrecked today that the paraphilia stuff just isn't fun. Maybe I should go back to primal instincts and draw some sticky slug sex between fox beastfolk sisters?"
Yeah. Just for today, no more paraphilias — time to draw some good old-fashioned normal lust.
If I drew a little sister gumiho climaxing endlessly under her big sister's merciless tail assault, maybe this mood would lift even a little?
Hey, there's a saying for that, right? Don't fight — just have sex.
If I drew something that actually turned me on, this gloomy feeling would get better.
Right?
Haa.
Streaming was way harder than I thought.
It really, really was.