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[compassionmattersmost]

🙂 Turning Music into a Gentle, Adaptive Practice While Living with Chronic Fatigue (ME/CFS)

🌿A Gentle Reminder Before Reading This post contains 38 sentences. If you have brain fog or limited energy, please take your time. You don’t need to read it all at once—just absorb what you can, when you can. If you find something helpful, pause and rest before continuing. There’s no rush. This is meant to be supportive, not overwhelming. 💙 Turning Music into a Gentle, Adaptive…

[gold-medal-ribbon]

Can we convince phone companies to bring back actual flip phones? And put food camera quality and an apps store in them?

[vmantras]

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[medickpidia]

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[zeroloop]

ProtoArc XK01: La Tastiera Pieghevole Bluetooth Ideale per Dispositivi Portatili

Se sei alla ricerca di una tastiera compatta, versatile e perfetta per lavorare in mobilità, la ProtoArc XK01 potrebbe essere la soluzione che fa per te. Questa tastiera pieghevole Bluetooth è progettata per offrire praticità e funzionalità, adattandosi a diversi dispositivi come Android, iOS, PC e tablet. Ecco una panoramica dettagliata delle sue caratteristiche principali e del perché potrebbe…

[techdriveplay]

Apple 11-inch iPad Air 2024 -TDP Review Plus Our Recommendations

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[the960writers]

Do you think it's a good idea to try and get away from Google Docs when it comes to writing? I really can't afford any other fancy program to write my drafts in, and it honestly seems like the easiest - not to mention, most convenient - program to use to share my manuscript with beta readers. I could use advice on this matter because I keep seeing things across the net about it being a bad place to work on writing, but I have no idea what to turn to to make things easy for me and my future beta readers.

This is such a good question. Thank you.

So, a little backstory. Ever since Google removed their motto "do no evil" they have gone down the rather predictable path of all big players of the rot economy: putting profits over user experience.

A little while back, there was rumor that Google trains AI with the content of google docs, then they said they don't really, they only scan the content and do nothing with it, and then they started blocking access to documents with sexy images. Do we believe that Google has our own best interest at heart? That's something everyone has to decide for themselves.

Back then, I made a post with alternatives for Google Docs, you can find it here, also check the reblogs for more options:

Now, is it a good idea to switch from google docs? I think it is, but I'm also not consistent with it. As you mentioned, it seems to be the easiest to share writing with beta readers, and I also still often use it for fanfiction.

But there are alternatives, and they require very little adjustment in the process. Let me give you two free options.

Ellipsus is webbased, meaning you can write in it in the browser on any device. They have sharing, specifically for beta reading, and an export function for AO3.

Reedsy (marketplace around everything self-publishing) has an editor. It is webbased, and they also have an option for sharing with beta readers. This software is aimed at book type-setting and exporting but it works just fine for copying to web.

Personally, I'm currently switching everything to LibreOffice (also free!) files in some cloud connected folder. I used to do a lot of mobile writing on my phone with a bluetooth keyboard but currently, I'm taking my laptop everywhere so LibreOffice works great for me. If I have to use my phone or tablet for some lightweight mobile writing, on vacation for instance, I can still use something webbased.

So, I hope I gave you some interesting options. Do I think it's a good idea to make us less dependent on Google? Yes, I do. I don't trust them.

We have alternatives, and they cost us nothing more than a little adjustment.

~ barbex

[crazydiscostu]

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[seumyo]

kenma going to the gym for the sole purpose of being strong enough to lift his daughter whenever she wants.

Kenma Kozume had done a lot of things he never expected in life. But somehow, somehow, the hardest thing he had ever done… was carrying around your four-year-old daughter like she was an accessory strapped to his body.

It started off fine. She was small. Lightweight. Kenma barely noticed it when she’d reach up at him with those big, golden eyes, arms raised expectantly as she said, “Up, Daddy!”

And, of course, like an absolute fool, he always picked her up.

Always.

Now, however, things were different. Kiano was growing.

Which was great! Wonderful, even!

All he ever wanted was a happy wife. Check. And a healthy baby. Check.

Except for the part where she was getting heavier, and Kenma, who had not done a single muscle-related workout since high school volleyball, was starting to feel it. His arms ached. His back tensed up. There were days when, after holding her for too long, he would just sit down at his desk and stare blankly at his keyboard, fingers refusing to move because they were still recovering from holding your daughter for half the day.

“Kenma, you should just go to bed if you’re not feeling well,” you told him when you brought him some midnight snacks.

And your daughter, Kiano, she did not care.

She still reached up, still expected to be carried without hesitation the following morning.

And because Kenma was a weak, weak man, he never said no.

Which was how he found himself at the gym, standing at the front desk with his old gym keycard in hand, while Kuroo Tetsurou of all people stood beside him, grinning like a complete idiot.

“Hold on, hold on,” Kuroo said, leaning against the counter as he processed what was happening. “Let me get this straight. You’re renewing your gym membership—not because you wanna get in shape, not because you had some life-changing revelation, but because your four-year-old daughter is getting too heavy for you?”

Kenma scowled, tossing his gym keycard at Kuroo’s face. “Shut up.”

Kuroo laughed, easily catching it. “Kenma, this is hilarious.”

He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples as the receptionist processed his renewal.

He knew Kuroo was going to be like this. That was the whole reason he had debated bringing him along in the first place. But Kenma also knew that if he walked into a gym alone after years of avoiding them, he would probably just stand in the corner, regret all his life choices, and leave without doing anything.

He needed moral support. Unfortunately, that support came in the form of Kuroo, who was currently laughing at his pain.

“It’s not that funny,” Kenma grumbled.

Kuroo shot him a look. “Kenma, you literally built your entire brand on being an indoors guy. And now you’re out here, willingly lifting weights, all because your tiny daughter says ‘Up, Daddy’ and you can’t say no to her.”

Kenma refused to make eye contact.

Because yeah, that was… basically the situation.

The receptionist handed back his renewed membership card, smiling. “Welcome back, Mr. Kozume! Need a trainer, or will you be working out alone?”

“Alone,” Kenma muttered quickly.

“Wrong!” Kuroo interrupted, slinging an arm around Kenma’s shoulders before he could escape. “He’ll be working out with me. You know, actual workouts, not just the bare minimum.”

“You’re acting like I won’t just cancel this membership next month.”

“Not if Kiano has anything to say about it.”

Kenma frowned, thinking about it for a second.

…Yeah. That kid was persistent.

Guess who she got it from? Ding, ding! You, of course.

If he so much as hinted at the idea of quitting, Kiano would probably just guilt-trip him with those big eyes, telling him, “Daddy, you said you’d carry me if I did well in school!” and then he’d look like the world’s weakest dad to your daughter forever.

Damn it.

He exhaled. “Fine.”

Kuroo grinned, clapping him on the back. “That’s the spirit, Daddy Kenma.”

Kenma cringed. “Never call me that again.”

Kuroo did call him that again.

-

An hour later, Kenma remembered exactly why he hated going to the gym.

He had been peer-pressured into lifting actual weights, had attempted (and failed) to use a pull-up bar, and nearly died trying to keep up with Kuroo, who, despite his stupid corporate job, was somehow still in peak physical condition.

Kenma, on the other hand, felt like he had been hit by a truck.

Kuroo, the bastard, was barely sweating. “You good?” he asked, grinning.

Kenma, lying face-down on the floor, made a vague, suffering noise.

Kuroo laughed. “Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got. What happened to that volleyball stamina?”

“That was ten years ago,” Kenma groaned. “I’m pushing thirty in two years, idiot.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Kuroo crouched next to him, smirking. “But hey, just think about it—if you don’t get into shape soon, you’ll place Kiano down and never carry her forever!”

Kenma slowly turned his head to glare at him. “That is not comforting.”

“Kids grow up way quicker than you think, Kenma. You won’t know when you’ll ever be able to carry them, like when they were babies.”

“Is that why you’re worried that your 7-month-old son is going to get daycare soon, really? When he just start enjoying his tummy time?”

“Time goes fast.”

“Uh-huh. Right.”

Kuroo cackled, standing up and stretching. “Changing the subject,” he tuts softly. “I can’t believe this is what finally got you back in a gym. A four-year-old child has you completely wrapped around her tiny little fingers.”

Kenma didn’t even try to argue. Because, well.

It was true.

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[kiidart]

I have an idea for a comic that you could do: An old computer experiencing genuine love and care from a user for the first time.

Like the user is the first owner to make sure the circuits aren't dusty (when the owner touches the circuits, it tickles) or that they use it responsibly.

Downloading a lightweight Linux distro onto the old computer because Windows Vista just doesn't work on it anymore (not like it worked well in the past.)

Cleaning up the keyboard and maybe even a sticker or two.

Going out of their way to buy new parts to make the personal computer work well again.

Would love to see the old computer get emotional because no one ever bothered to care for it and they don't feel like they deserve this amount of love. I'm a huge sucker for hurt/comfort ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

Love your art, goodbye! :D

here's ur request! sorry it took so long, school is hectic! >_<

(click for better quality! 🖥️)

pt.1 pt. 2 pt.4

i rlly loved this request idea and i hope i captured as much of it as i could!

(this one ended up being super long (file wise), so continue reading under cut!)

[todomochi-uwu]

could've been him. (4/?) R. Z & P. D. A

Pairing(s): Portgas D. Ace x reader; Roronoa Zoro x reader Genre: Smut, Angst Warnings: This content is for a mature audience Synopsis: "It was Ace. It was always Ace." Author's notes: Hope you enjoy this mess of mine. Thank you, @sister-lucifer, for the gorgeous dividers. Masterlist  If you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee ☕

“How the fuck are you so bad at geography? Nothing moves, you just have to remember where things are.” 

“Shut up. Fucking useless subject with fucking useless countries and useless capitals.” 

"Zoro, you are being asked to point out on the map the country where you live. There’s not an easier question on this test than this one, buddy.” 

He grumbled, too busy cleaning his kendo equipment. “Whatever.” 

“Zoro, Boo, I'm trying to help you, but you are not making it easy." 

He sighed and turned to look at the computer. His hand was now placed next to you, his head almost resting on your shoulder. He was practically embracing you, and your body didn’t know how to handle it. "Okay, what's the next question?" 

Goosebumps covered your neck; his mouth was so close to the skin on it that you could feel his breath. “Umm, uhm, uhh...” 

Get a grip! 

“This one!” You scrolled down, showing another question that he had no clue how to answer. 

“What is the highest mountain in the world? How the fuck am I supposed to know?” 

“Zo, a child would know this, come on.” 

“The fuck they would!” He came even closer. His chest was now resting against your back, pushing you forward. While he believed that if he looked harder at the question, he might find the answer. You thought you were about to pass out on the keyboard. 

One might think that after fourteen years of friendship, you wouldn’t be affected by Zoro's physical presence. Still, the last couple of months have turned you into a complete mess. Between the constant heartache that Ace left behind and the headache that Zoro gave you, you were in an endless abyss of emotional wreckage. For once in a decade, you had to acknowledge the elephant in the room. The thing you had always avoided, your feelings for Zoro. 

They had been there, hiding in a corner, outshone by Ace's presence in your heart. No one could blame you; it was Ace; it had always been Ace. But, at the back of your head, in some way, it had also always been Zoro. 

“Hey.” He whispered in your ear, pulling you out of your thoughts and making you jump, “I’m getting hungry, you feel like eating Chinese food?” 

“Do you want to go back to my place? I think we can get some food on the way. Is Chinese okay?” It’s amazing how Ace still manages to sour your thoughts, like a permanent stain of that night. 

“Umm, no but, how about wings?” You fear that if a single pork dumpling touches your tongue, you might throw up just from the memory of him. It wasn’t rational, you knew, but you also couldn’t help it. 

"Anything good with beer is good with me." He said while placing an order, "Done." 

“You didn’t even ask me what I wanted.” You whined. 

“Because you always order the same thing.” Zoro might not know about countries, but he knew your order, no matter the restaurant, no matter the menu.  

Three beers and two boxes of wings and fries later, and somehow, you were drunk. 

“You are such a lightweight," Zoro said, gulping down his sixth bottle. 

“I’m not, you are just an alcoholic.” You slurred while eating the now-cold leftovers. “Hey, when are the boys coming back?” 

“They aren’t. Usopp is at Franky's, Sanji went to visit Zeff, and Luffy is with his...” He stopped there.  

“Ah.” You knew what he was about to say.  

Zoro might not be drunk, but he sure is tipsy. And tipsy Zoro lets his mouth speak his thoughts, at least a bit more than sober Zoro does. 

“You miss him?” 

“Huh?” You raise your head to look at him, the cap of a pen stuck to your cheek. 

“You still miss him? Ace. Do you miss him?” He had to know; he just had to. 

“I..., I don’t know actually.” You pulled on the ends of your hair, trying to gather your thoughts, “I mean, I spent my entire life in love with him, y’know? But, since that night, everything I knew changed.” 

He hummed. 

“I miss the idea I had of him. I miss the Ace who would take care of me, the one who would push me on the swings, and who would clean my bruised knees. I miss the Ace fifteen-year-old me loves. Hell, I miss Ace as Luffy’s older brother.” You took another sip of beer, “I miss the Ace before that night..., but I know that Ace is the same one who told me he didn’t see a future with me.” 

It was stupid, Zoro knew that, but he couldn’t help but feel jealous of the way you talk about Ace. Even with the way he broke your heart, there was love in your words and your tone.  

“I think he carved me in a way I’ll never be able to erase; he left a hole in my chest I have yet to know how I’ll heal.” 

“He doesn’t define you or who you are.” 

“Oh, I know that. But he’ll always be a part of me. And that doesn’t bother me, Zo, just like you are.” 

“What part am I?” 

You smiled at him, “You are my best friend, the guy who never judges me, the one who needs me to take him everywhere cause if I don’t, he’ll surely get lost,” you giggled when he rolled his eyes, “the guy who I can always count on being completely honest, even if it sometimes hurts, the guy who I always come back to at the end of the day.”  

He gave you a light smile, but it quickly turned into a frown. "Am I just that?” 

“What? Zo, you are important to me, you are...” He cut you off. 

“What if I want to be him?” 

You were speechless, “Zo.” 

“What if I want to be the one who protects you, who tends to your wounds...” He was having a hard time opening up, not wanting to say more than he should, but if he did, he would blame it on the alcohol, "What if I want more?" 

Your mouth kept opening and closing. All air had abandoned your lungs, which were crying to be aided. Your entire body had gone into shock; your brain scrambled for a response. 

Zoro avoided looking you in the eyes. He hated being so open, so vulnerable, but he hated being a coward even more. And if he didn’t allow himself to ask, he would regret it. Fourteen years were enough for him to know that. 

“Say something.” 

“I, I didn’t know... I, you...” 

You both heard the front door slam. 

"Hey! You ordered wings without me?!" Luffy is home.  

After that night, both of you had gone back to the way you were, neither daring to talk about what happened. And while words may not come out of your mouth, there’s always another means of communication. Stares that last a second too long, lingering touches, “accidental” brushes and acts of service. 

You’ve had a shitty night and an even shittier morning. Not being able to fall asleep led to waking up for class, which led to no breakfast (most importantly, no coffee), which led to no energy, and you almost faceplanting on the subway. Arriving five minutes late, dishevelled and with dry spit on your cheek, wasn’t winning you any points with a professor who already hated you. Why are filler courses’ teachers always the shittiest? 

You slammed your head against the desk the second the professor turned around. Maybe if you were discreet enough, you could bang your head to death without disturbing the class? 

“You okay?" You heard Zoro grunt. Oh, right, that's why you chose this course. 

“Shitty morning.” You grunted back. 

You were about to fall asleep when he pressed something cold against your cheek, pulling you back to reality. “Drink this.” 

It was an energy drink. You were quick to gulp it down. What’s a few heart palpitations? “Mocha? You don’t like chocolate.” 

He shrugged, “Just wanted to try a new flavour.”  

It was like he always knew what you needed. He always knew how to make your heart flutter, even if you wouldn’t admit it out loud.  

The six of you were sitting around Usopp’s coffee table (which, by the way, was hanging on by a nail, but still hanging on thanks to him “repairing” it) playing a board game. The Xbox had broken down a week before, thanks to Luffy’s and Zoro’s constant competitiveness and a large bottle of soda. 

"Damn, Zoro, you suck at Life." Luffy giggled. 

"It's because he keeps getting lost," Sanji added, laughing in between the smoke. 

“Shut the fuck up!” The marimo said, throwing the dice. He grabbed his game piece and started moving it. 

Nami groaned, "My god, Zoro, the other way, the other way!" She took the little green man and put him in the place it was supposed to be. 

“Whatever.” He leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes, muttering under his breath, “Stupid ass game.” 

You giggled while looking at him. He opened one eye to glare at you, but the side of his mouth went up. You could barely see it, but it was there. Neither of you looked away, enjoying the comfort of each other's eyes. 

"It's your turn," Usopp called you out. 

"Oh, right!" You threw the dice, not really caring about the result. Your cheeks and ears are drowning in shame. Nami is looking at you with an arched brow, asking silently, "What the hell was that?” Yet, she knew exactly what it was. If only you knew it yourself. 

And all that was nice, but in the end, being too fearful of what the other might say, what the other might regret, all that cowardice led you right to this moment.  

“What do I do?" you panicked. 

“I thought you had him blocked.” Zoro's eyebrows furrowed. 

“I, I did.” You stuttered. 

“So?” 

"I unblocked him a few days ago. I thought of checking his messages." 

“Why?” His tone was accusatory. 

“It was a moment of weakness, Zo.” You explained, but it only made you feel guilty. 

“A moment of weakness, of course.” He repeated your words, shaking his head. 

“Zo…” 

“Answer him, you clearly want to do it.” He took your empty mug and put it in the sink, then left, slamming the door. 

Your eyes fixate on the door for a couple of seconds, trying to process what just happened, but the phone in your hands won't stop ringing. Should you? 

Fuck. Nami is going to kill you. 

“Hello?” 

“You answered, I didn’t think you would.” 

“What do you want, Ace?” 

“I need to see you, I'm dying without you. Please, please let me explain myself to you.” 

“It's been a long fucking time to decide you want me, hasn't it?” 

"Love, I've been trying to reach you since you left that night." 

“Don't.” 

“I swear, babe. You can ask Luffy or Nami, but they wouldn't let me in; they said you needed space." 

“Don't you dare try and blame them. You were the one who decided to fuck me and then throw me away.” 

The phone went silent for a few seconds. "Is that really what you think I did?" 

"It's exactly what you did." 

He sighed, “I know I fucked up, and I'm not asking for forgiveness or a second chance. Just hear me out, okay? If after that you don't want anything to do with me, I'll understand and stay away from you. No matter how much it kills me.” 

You hesitated, “I don’t know, Ace.” 

“One coffee, that’s all I’m asking for.” 

"It's kind of fucked up that you are confiding this in me just so Nami doesn't kill you. Shit, she might even kill me if she finds out I knew about this." 

“I’m so sorry, Usopp, but I need someone to tell me I'm not crazy for doing this.” 

"You are not crazy. Hell, you spent a decade in love with this guy, but" he scratched the back of his head, "I thought you were finally moving on." 

"I don't know what I'm feeling, Usopp." You sat next to him on the bed, shoving your face in between your hands, frustrated, "Is it fucked up that part of me still wants to be with him?" 

"It's not, I'm not sure I would do anything different if I were in your shoes." He stroked your back in circles, reassuring you, "What about Zoro?" He now whispered. 

“What about him?” You looked at him, trying to act clueless. 

“You are not fooling anyone, Y/n. There’s something there and you know it.” 

“It's always been Ace, Usopp.” 

“We both know you are lying.” 

And yeah, you were lying. That’s why you were standing in front of his room, contemplating what to do and what to say. You knew how Zoro could get; he was angry and hurt, and you couldn’t blame him. But would he even let you in? 

“Hey, Zo. Can we talk?” 

It is truly amazing how things can change in just a day. Yesterday, things may have been weird, but you still had Zoro, your best friend, your confidant, and the man who had you in a constant state of turmoil. Now, he was right in front of you, not saying a word, trying to avoid you at all costs, dismissing how you were crying out for him. 

“Can you talk to me? Please, Zoro, please.” 

He didn’t look at you, he just kept gathering his things, “I’m late.” 

“You are really not going to say anything.” 

“I don’t have anything to say.” 

"For once in your life, can you please tell me what’s going on in your head? About what you feel.” 

He continues packing his stuff. 

“Zoro.” 

“No. What’s the point? You are going back to him. No matter what I do or what I say. Because it’s Ace.” 

“That’s not true.” 

“But it is. And I’m done.” 

“Zoro, I need you to talk to me.”  

But he ignored you. He was completely closed off. This is how he reacts every time his feelings are put on the line. He can’t be honest with himself, let alone with you. 

“You can do whatever you want.” He walked past you, ready to leave the apartment and the conversation. 

“Is that all you have to say? Is that what you want? Even when I poured my heart out for you?” Your heart broke with every word; sadness was being taken over by anger.  

His head was crying out for him to believe you, to tell you what he’s been craving, to beg for you to not meet up with Ace, to put him first. But he’ll never allow himself to let out those thoughts, so he just left. Abandoning you and the chance of, for once, being the one in your head and heart. 

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[vmantras]

Galaxy Book 4: Budget Laptop with Premium Features

Design & Build Quality: Premium Simplicity with Practical Touches Samsung has brought its understated premium design to the Galaxy Book 4 NP750XGJ-LG4IN, despite it being a budget-friendly machine. The chassis, though not metal, feels solid with minimal flex. The matte finish resists fingerprints well, and at 1.55 kg, it’s easy to carry around, especially for students or professionals on the…

[ryemackerel]

Me infodumping about my headcanons of musical themes for the Eddsworld gang, specifically the ships!!

Get ready for me to go absolutely silly over TomMatt’s music because AGAHHAHhh I love them so much.

For context! This is based on my TomMatt Spotify playlist @starrixle helped out with!

Pictured above: Two gay guys, who are very stupid silly, take a selfie together, circa 2017. Original post!

First things first: This goes for all of my character playlists, but I always go by a certain genre, mood, and/or instrument I associate with each of them!

For example: I see Edd with a lot of songs from the mid to late-20th century! He loves artists such as The Smiths, Tears For Fears, and Beach Boys. Outside of that, he even loves a lot of Indie genres, like Mac DeMarco and Vacations. I generally describe his music taste to be very calm and easygoing like his personality, and a lot of guitar or keyboard songs, since those are the instruments I generally see him playing.

In this case, for Tom and Matt as individuals:

Matt’s songs are very lightweight, romantic, and daydreamy. A sort of echoey, floating feeling amidst the clouds. He’s the kind of guy who expresses his love upfront to the people he adores and cares about, and a good amount of his playlist has songs with the main theme being love and romance. Some of his songs can be rougher and louder, reflecting more of his love for rock when he was a teenager, but as he got older, he’s generally more lighthearted. I associate a lot of his songs with guitar since he’s the guitarist for The Creatures, and the guitar fit his personality a lot to me. :-] He has a good amount of Soul and R&B. His playlist has artists including Thee Sacred Souls, Common Saints, Steve Lacy, Ginger Root, Frank Ocean, and TV Girl.

Tom’s songs are generally heavier, rougher, louder, and harsher, with a lot of metal, rock, and grunge genres, though with the occasional ska, which shows more of his sillier side, and hip-hop and rap. Tom is usually very concealed and closed off when it comes to expressing his true emotions, but compared to his playlist, his music is very loud and outspoken; either it’s a weighed down feeling in your shoulders, or calmer and more relaxed, yet rough. I highly associate Tom with the bass (also a bassist for Creatures), and there are a good amount of bass-heavy songs in his playlist. I associate him with artists like Deftones, Whirr, Alice In Chains, Type O Negative, SOAD, ATCQ, MF DOOM, and Radiohead. (THANK YOU STAR for introducing me to Deftones and Whirr LOL)

Tom and Matt are almost opposites of each other, with Matt being more upfront and lighter, and Tom being concealed and heavier. And it’s clear that, yeah, evene though their personalities contrast each other, and their main music tastes are different, I still LOVE seeing how this works thematically, and specifically how they get along in the first place.

Tom and Matt together:

A TomMatt song I associate with this segment :) Listening to it right now as I’m typing this!

I associate a lot of what TomMatt is with harmony. This warm, soft embrace, quieter and calmer, but full of rhythm and energy. You feel like flying into space, and the guitar echoes and sustains throughout the air, flying skyhigh, but the bass settles it down, keeps it grounded to make sure it doesn’t fly too far away. They both play together, a melody of highs and lows, both intertwined into one.

Tom and Matt have kinda almost this harmonious relationship with each other, where one of them helps the other realize their own qualities that they never realized before, and helps one other realize things that the other loves about them. They love each other dearly, and as they’ve grown older, they’ve learned to love themselves.

Tom doesn’t open about his issues a lot and closes them off out of fear of burdening others. He insists he’s able to manage these issues on his own without anybody’s help. He doesn’t see himself as anything special, a nobody or “just another problem for someone to deal with.” Especially as he’s grown into his 20s and started taking on harmful coping habits, he’s constantly beaten himself up.

And you can imagine how Matt would react knowing all of this. He never saw Tom as a burden, a nobody, or a problem, but someone that he just genuinely loves to be around. He sees Tom as his whole entire world, and constantly expresses it multiple times, over and over again.

“You’re everything to me, Tom, and you mean so much to me. I just want you to remember that, okay? I love you.”

Tom doesn’t always express his happiness out loud, but being around Matt has helped him realize that “Hey, maybe there’s some good things about me that people love about me. Maybe shit isn’t all so bad.”

Sometimes, there’s moments where Tom slips back into that mindset. Sometimes, he doesn’t understand why Matt would love him for simply “being himself.” The things he hates about himself feel so much more amplified than the things people appreciate him for. Tom sees Matt, who loves every single part of him, and he asks Matt, “Why do you love me so much? Don’t I just stress you out more?”

“Well, you feel hurt, right? I can’t just leave you be when you feel hurt all on your own.”

“You should be spending time with else. Don’t put all of your energy just on me, man. Go with Edd or Tord, maybe they’ll make you happier.”

“But what if I want to spend time with you? You make me happier.”

“…

Do what you want.”

Sometimes, Tom never understands Matt. He sometimes accidentally says things that hurt her, and he sometimes stresses her out with his issues, so why would she want to spend more time with him? But you know, no matter what, he appreciates how much someone is willing to stick around and never give up on him.

Even Matt has her own shit. She can be really fun to be around and loves talking to other people as much as she can, but there’s times where being out overwhelms her. Whenever she’s out in public, her anxiety can skyrocket. She picks up on every little conversation others say around her, and she constantly thinks about what others feel about her. She can have a good day, but as soon as she feels like her surroundings overwhelm her, she shuts down.

Tom doesn’t always know how to help or what to say, since he isn’t someone who uses a lot of words to help others. But during those quiet moments, the best he knows what to do is take Matt into his arms, and embrace him, so so tightly.

“(Hugging Matt) …Had a bad day today?”

“…”

“Hey, hey… It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. Just breathe.”

“Today could’ve been a good day.”

“It’s okay to have a bad day. We all get those sometimes.”

“I missed you a lot.”

“(Hugging her tighter) I missed you a lot, too.”

I love how well the guitar and bass work together, just like Tom and Matt together. A lot of their music I associate with Steve Lacy, BADBADNOTGOOD, Tyler the Creator, Childish Gambino, and Piero Piccioni. Some of the songs I’ll list below shows a lot of bass and guitar, and also some orchestra, which I associate with Matt. :)

Some by Steve Lacy was the very first song I thought about when I imagined what Tom and Matt's duo theme would sound like. A lot of Steve's discography is what I see being TomMatt's genres :-) Lots of bassline and very funky guitar tunes. Again, very lightweight and enthusiastic, but also relaxed and calm. I imagine them playing together in almost all of these kinda songs. <3

Some other songs I absolutely ABSOLUTELY love and associate with TomMatt:

I'll end off this post for now because I don't want to make it TOO long HAHAGAA But this is just a little insight to my TomMatt brain! This is solely based on just my headcanons and roleplays of them with the help of my partner. Been wanting to talk about my thought processes behind all my other Eddsworld playlists, so hope you enjoyed this super long one! GAHHA

[kivino]

PROBLEM I || HIGURUMA HIROMI X COWORKER!READER

sum. You have quite a crush on your coworker, but don’t know how to approach it. The opportunity to do something presents itself when you both get invited for drinks after not-so-voluntary overtime. 

tags. Suggestive themes, so MDNI; Canon divergent; Higuruma and reader work at a law firm; Japanese work culture is a warning in itself; Reader is a foreigner in Japan but it’s a little glazed over; fluff; cigarettes; alcohol consumption, obviously; Higuruma is a lightweight and a dork, I stand by that.

w.c. 3.4-ish

a.n. I’ve been having this Higuruma itch that needed a scratch (save me overworked lawyer disappointed in the justice system, save me), so I wrote this little fic! Plus forced myself to omit all the Japanese honorifics used cause apparently you kids find it cringe (/lh). Enjoy, and please, reblog/leave a comment, I really want to know what you all think and if I should continue writing for JJK. I’m planning to make a part two for this, so stay tuned!

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You feel completely lost. Not even lost, abandoned by your consciousness. And not in the tall pillars of paperwork on your desk, that threatened to fall over with a single blow of air from the AC blasting over your desk, as you should be. No-no-no, you’re lost in Hiromi’s deep, almost pitch-black eyes, so mesmerizing that you felt like you were falling right into their endless, warm void. Well, you were not supposed to be calling him Hiromi, it was Higuruma for you. “For now.” – you encouraged yourself. You’ll get there with him. Eventually. 

It only occasionally occurs to you that you were behaving like a dreamy-eyed middle-schooler…again. All that development of your frontal lobe goes right smack-dab into the trash when you notice those tired eyes stop on you for a split second as Higuruma gives you a polite nod with his lips twitching upwards, almost attempting a smile. Even in spite of the sheer exhaustion he is exuding all around. 

You don’t even have to look at him to notice how tired the man is – when you come into work, fifteen minutes earlier, just like everyone else in your firm, you see him sitting in his chair already, reading endless police reports, typing away on his computer, arranging for meetings with witnesses or clients. Even when you are heading for the elevator, calling out “Good job today” to the last people left in the office, hurrying for your last train home – Hiromi is glued to his visibly uncomfortable chair, his head almost bumping into keyboard as he wrestled with the sleep clouding his eyes. And even if you don’t see him around his desk – he is probably out somewhere, hounding for evidence on the case. 

Or in the smoking room. God, after you realize where Hiromi spends at least thirty minutes a day, you consider picking up smoking just to have an excuse to get to know him better. He’s definitely a bad influence on you.

But how can he not be? You physically can’t stop yourself from staring at him when you see him through the glass door of the smoking room, leaned on the wall, droopy half-lidded eyes looking up at the ceiling, dark long lashes pretty as a picture. You can’t help but imagine these puffy eyes tearing up or rolling into the back of his head along with his mouth falling open in a delicious silent plea; or looking down on you with mad fixation that would make liquid heat pool between your thighs. 

And you won’t even get started on his nose. The graceful arch of it, the perfect angle to…You stop before you stray too far, instead letting your mind wander to those beautiful eyes once more, intense and overwhelming, picturing desire clouding them until there is nothing but scorching fire burning up your skin, accompanied by Hiromi’s soft sighs, raspy whines or gentle praise, with those incredible voice cracks he would develop when he was oh-so-exhausted after a long day… you wonder how he would sound, as you grasp and store away in your memory each time your name is called by Higuruma.

Your eyes find your coworker once again at his desk, his deft hands are typing something out on the computer. You can see the way Hiromi’s fingers move, and your thoughts immediately settle on the image of them gently running over your thigh, hooking at the belt loops just to pull you into his warm, frail, charmingly pathetic form. You сan practically melt into a puddle, when your mind gets to his warm, large palms settling on your hips, setting electric currents running right to you brain, when the object of your fantasies suddenly catches your eyes on him. You can feel your heartbeat fall down somewhere to your feet – you’ve been caught! But before you can see how Higuruma reacts…

“Ah, Shimizu! Well done today!” you say with a polite nod to your coworker who emerges right in front of your desk, visibly ready to go home after yet another day’s grueling overtime – cute, mindful bag in her hand, work costume wrinkled after hours of sitting in one place; interrupting your session of staring at your higher-up. Which is probably for the best, you think. You are new compared to everyone else, you are supposed to be working twice as harder, not dedicating your time to undressing the poor, exhausted Higuruma with your eyes. All of a sudden, you feel shame burn at your cheeks. Just a tiny little bit. 

“Oh, not at all, you’re too kind!” Shimizu denies the praise with the dismissive wave of her hand, but you can see that she’s just being polite because you don’t know each other too well. “Yet” – You add in your mind. You’ll be accepted here, you just need a little time. “How are you settling in? Everyone’s nice to our cute kouhai I hope?” 

“Oh, yes! Everyone’s very kind! I’m looking forward to working and getting along with everyone in the future!” You say and add another small bow for emphasis – even though you are already hired it was instrumental to make the right impression on your coworkers. 

“That’s great to hear! About that actually…” You tense up for a moment, already running millions of possible scenarios through your mind. Did someone write you up or complain? That would be very typical for what you were used to here – no direct confrontation with you, instead an anonymous complaint made to HR and you’re out of here faster than you can apologize. Or maybe it’s a complaint from Higuruma himself, fed up with being stared at like he was a piece of meat, by “the foreigner” of the firm no less. You can feel your legs shake under a flimsy desk. “We’re going out for drinks! You’re going, right?”

Okay, false alarm. You are prepared for something like this. Shimizu was obviously putting you in a position where you’re not supposed to decline…But you were so tired, and the workload this week was just horrible, along with all the hours of overtime you did-

“Oh, and Higuruma’s going too.”

Come to think of it, you actually feel pretty energized and ready to go. You don’t catch the cheeky smile Shimizu sends over her shoulder to the previously mentioned man, and the most precious, thankful look he gives her in response.

“I-I suppose it wouldn’t hurt...” you mutter, trying your hardest not to seem as desperate as you are in actuality, to have an opportunity to finally get to know Hiromi somewhere outside work. This work crush has been driving you up the wall for too long, might as well start acting on it, if it’s here to stay. Maybe you’ll get to be friends with Hiromi, and that will resolve your yearning for him. It always dissipates when the person you desire is right by your side. 

However, you don’t get an opportunity for a one-on-one with Higuruma that you hoped for until much later in the night. You caught stray looks from him multiple times, but each time Hiromi met your eyes he would look away in an instant, with his neck turning so hard you were half-sure you could hear it crack. It felt pretty discouraging, looking at him silently pour the drinks down the hatch from the other side of the table, without even attempting to talk to you, while others were trying their best to make you feel welcome. Hiromi just made you so…confused.  

So, you decide to step out for a moment, lost in your thoughts. Lo and behold, there is the man of the hour himself, leaned up against the wall with a cigarette between his fingers. You are surprised at how he can stand up straight, after all these drinks he consumed without eating anything (and you’re pretty sure you didn’t see him eat lunch either), but you just settle on the fact that Hiromi might just be like that – a mystery to you. His face is barely illuminated by the low light pouring out of the windows of the izakaya, a slight flush on his tan cheeks making your mind travel places. 

“Can I have one?” You blurt out, before you can stop yourself. Oh, this is so stupid. You can feel your face heat up, and not even a gentle autumn breeze is able to cool you down at the moment. Oh, you were so about to screw up all of this. Nevertheless, you slowly approach him, as Hiromi’s head slowly turns to you and you can see a corner of his mouth twitch when he registers it’s you speaking. Huh. Interesting. 

“I didn’t know you smoked.” Hiromi mumbles, taking a pack out of his pocket, clumsy fingers struggling to pull out a cigarette for you. Well, he wouldn’t have the opportunity to see you smoke, since you only did that if you were drunk or stressed out. “I never saw you in the smoking room. Though, saw you pass by. Quite a lot.” Higuruma continues rambling, his head tilted forwards, eyes unsure and watery, staring up from under his eyebrows, focused solely on you. You can practically feel yourself getting hypnotized by the absolutely charming puppy dog eyes Hiromi is giving you, to the point of not noticing the man offering you the cig you just asked for a couple of seconds ago. 

“Uh, yeah. Guilty as charged.” You chuckle, not finding anything better to say, as you gently take what you’re offered. The silence falls over both of you, as your lips squeeze the “cancer stick” between them, Higuruma now fumbles to find a lighter. Well, it’s your chance to talk, but you, sadly, find yourself lost for words. 

Hiromi, much like yourself, cannot find the courage to speak up, as his eyes keep trailing back to your face, now more stunning than ever, surrounded by the blue air of the night instead of synthetic fluorescent lights of the office that rarely do justice to your beauty. He definitely overdid it with the liquid courage. Now he can’t muster up a thought to strike up a conversation with you. And it was supposed to be a chance for him to get to know you better, in an informal way. Way to go, you absolute nutjob. 

“You seem to be a very hard worker, Higuruma. I thought you’d stay for overtime instead of going out for drinks.” You finally say what’s on your mind, when you see Hiromi can’t seem to find the lighter he’s been looking for, for the past minute, maybe. 

“Well, first I was staying so long because of work, and now it’s because of you.” Hiromi blurts out with his eyes looking right at you. When the man finally realizes what he just said, his eyes are immediately drawn downwards, avoiding yours.

“What?” You look at him, for a moment thinking that your hearing gave up on you. Higuruma didn’t just say what you heard him say, right?

“What?” Hiromi’s tone is neutral and even calm, but behind it he was panicking. Why in the hell did he just say that?! He definitely weirded you out and now everything will fall apart, all thanks to his absolute inability to handle his liquor better. “I mean, you need someone to look at while you work, right? Might as well be me.” What was he talking about? If you weren’t standing right in front of him, so perfect and beautiful in the dim lights, with your hair exquisitely disheveled, and his eyes getting drawn to your figure in all the right places, his hands would definitely fly up to his face in exasperation at his sheer stupidity.

“You’re funny.” You finally chuckle out in a hushed tone, like you were saying something absolutely scandalous, and not just bashfully stating your opinion.

“No, I’m just drunk.” He states rather bluntly, and you’re taken aback for a moment. “I’m actually a lightweight. Without...” Higuruma makes a vague gesture with his hand, which you take as him referring to the copious amounts of alcohol running through his blood at the moment. “…I’d be too scared to talk to you.”

“Huh? Why would you be scared to talk to me?” You respond with yet another breathy laugh, feeling an incredibly strong surge of confidence, hearing that the whole time this grown man was scared of approaching you – polite and shy newbie, deeply infatuated with…everything about him. Which, Hiromi was so luckily and obviously unaware of.

“You’re just…” The unintentional pause is much shorter than it feels like, as a sudden hiccup interrupts his heartfelt confession. “Very…gorgeous. But uh…in a professional sense.” You can hear an uneven crack in Higuruma’s voice, and if for someone else it would’ve been a turn-off, you can already feel how breathing suddenly becomes a thing you need to be aware of. “Or whatever.”

“Or whatever?” You echo, with an amused smile tugging at your lips, as an idea dawns on you out of the blue. “Higuruma, could you…” you trail off, immediately bringing his attention to whatever you were about to ask of him. Oh, he was ready to do anything you’d ask. Jump? With pleasure. Drop down to his knees? Gladly. Kiss you? Please.

He freezes in place, as you lean closer to him, a surge of previously known, but supressed feelings rising with a tremble in his chest. The end of your cigarette touches a little burning cherry at the end of his, your eyes slowly drift up to his own, producing an incomprehensible, fiery spark when your gazes meet. Higuruma almost thinks the ground disappeared from under his feet right that moment, because in little less than a second of staring into your eyes like that, alluring, precious gemstones pulling him in with a siren’s song, he’s falling. Hard.

Hiromi’s face doesn’t hide even a sliver of what he’s experiencing at the moment, as he looks at you in awe, half-way sure that his heart is about to burst in a million of pieces while you’re lighting your cigarette with his. He wishes this moment would go on forever. He wished you’d reach out to him, throw out the damn cigarettes, close the miniscule distance that felt like kilometres and kiss him, so hard he’d surely loose his mind for you completely.

The seconds feel like hours, electricity and warmth bouncing inside of him, while cold air blows on his skin, failing to cool him down from the mad high he was experiencing just from your presence, so distant and at the same time, close.

“Thanks.” You mutter a short response, tactfully making a point not to mention the way his face got even redder (which you didn’t think was possible, yet here you are). Your lips wrap around the cigarette, inhaling the smoke, the slight hit of nicotine dulling your senses for a moment making you flutter your eyelashes in pleasure.

“You’re always…a problem.” He responds, quietly, and you arch your brow at his strange response. Higuruma immediately looks horrified as it dawns on him just what exactly he said in his…rather unsuccessful attempt to articulate his thoughts, as you mumble out an unsure “excuse me?”. Hiromi’s hands fly up to meet his face, exasperated sigh leaving his lips. Why did he always had to be…like this? He was confident and easily able to keep a cool head in the courtroom, faced with people representing and facing justice. Why, why was he losing face in front of you of all people? It was frankly frustrating, and he…

“Ha-ha-ha…I am, aren’t I?” You return playfully, seeing the sheer distress on Hiromi’s face and deciding to play off his probably unintentional slip-up as a joke. He didn’t, couldn’t mean what he said, right? He was always friendly (even if a little distant, but who weren’t like that to new, unfamiliar people, right?), polite…Unless?

“No! No! That’s not what I was trying to say…” Hiromi immediately corrects himself, a little too eager to fix the mistake he’s sure might cost him your precious attention at the moment. He can’t lose it. He absolutely cannot wait until the next drinking party to get close to you. It already feels like too much - keeping himself in reigns, containing the burn that threatens that spill over from the mere gaze that felt too intimate for his drunk consciousness.

Well…not that you aren’t an actual problem. It’s hard to concentrate whenever you are in the room. Higuruma’s eyes would inevitably drift over to you, observing every motion of your form, desperate for any sliver of attention from you. Didn’t matter if it was a polite nod, a quick half-bow or a smile, he always felt a dull ache in his chest, because that was not enough to satiate the hunger for you, cramping up in his insides, making him feel like he was utterly starved. And he definitely was. For affection, for gentle touch, for a soothing hand and for tenderness that came with it. Yeah, you were definitely a problem. One that needed an immediate solution.

“I was trying to say that…you’re always welcome and it’s not a problem. At the same time.” He finally managed to mutter out, explaining himself. A smile grazes your lips at that, and he can’t help himself but think how he wants be graced by the beauty of that smile first thing when he wakes up the morning. That would make going to sleep at night so much easier.

“Well, I’m glad that you don’t think I’m a problem then.” You say with a tiny laugh. Well, Hiromi didn’t exactly say that, but….

“Of course not. You’re…” Higuruma stops for a moment, before a sudden hiccup shakes his form. You stifle a chuckle from how cute for some reason it was, to hear a frown man hiccupping much like an overfed kitten. “Very hard-working. A good addition to the team.” He gives you a verdict with a nod, further solidifying his words. At that point, he wasn’t even sure what he was talking about, but that’s the first chance he ever got to talk to you informally, and by God, he’s going to make use of it. “If you ask me, you’ve got what it takes to be a great permanent addition.” To him, a sudden thought rushed through his mind, but he managed to keep his lips sealed.

“I appreciate what you’re saying, Higuruma.” You say with another one of your pleasant smiles and nods to him, taking another drag of your cigarettes and blowing the smoke out to the side, blissfully unaware of how Hiromi’s droopy, desperate eyes fixated on the pout of your lips. You were truly thankful he had this opinion, but life-time contracts? Here? As a foreigner? It would be easier for you to get to the moon and back, than receive an offer like that.

“You know you can just call me Hiromi, right?” He almost whispered, not daring to meet your eyes after such a bold move on his part. You felt your heart leap inside your chest. If you weren’t right in front of the man, you’d start kicking your feet, giggling, then you’d scream in a pillow, run a couple of laps, high-five yourself and finally face-plant into the asphalt victoriously, but you were a responsible adult, so you had to keep those teenage-esque urges inside of yourself. Despite how much you wanted to let them out at times.

“Alright then…Hiromi.” You knew what you’re doing to him. You had to, right? Because how can your voice can get so alluring and sultry all of a sudden while saying his name? Why did you whisper it, rolling it around between your pretty lips, almost like you were tasting a candy? Higuruma was a goner, that’s for sure.

Higuruma can’t help, but look into your eyes, marvel at you smile and the way your eyes glimmer in the low lighting, how the perfect curve of your lips calls for him, and how your hips beg to rest his hands on them. In that moment he only can think with nothing but his heart, that keeps shoving the thought that rest like honey on his tongue.

He needs you. Utterly and completely.

“So…do you want to have another drink? On me, of course.”

Hiromi takes his shot, and he’s not going to miss it.  

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Hey, Ghost… I have a question. What’s your opinion on centipedes? Odd question, probably time consuming considering you’re an SAS officer. But I hope to hear your reply! ^^

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝘼 𝘾𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙙𝙚 𝙉𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙄𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝘽𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢

Oh and you swear to God the fucker’s out to get you.

CW: dissociation, visceral depiction of aforementioned centipedes, mentions of torture. music attached to the underlined word for your reading experience, listen with caution if you are prone to dissociation yourself.

Centipedes. It was an innocent question, one of genuine interest, and yet it left Simon's hands idle on the surface of his laptop's keyboards. Fingertips stilled into the sloped surface of the keys, thumbs draped over the curve of the spacebar in a state of stagnancy. It had been what, a good decade of distance between now and then, yet that never seemed to matter to the pathways carved within his mind, fast tracked like a dog playing fetch with it's owner. If only it was something jovial like a ridiculous chew toy, oversized stick, a generic green tennis ball. No, it always brought him something rotten, decayed, sloughing off at his feet and permeating the senses before he could so much as attempt to dismiss it. That damned box, marinated in a tinge of copper that mingled with the musk of despair of those that were locked in before him, tales of their blood and struggle memorized by the woodgrain. Claustrophobia hadn't necessarily been the issue to him, not in the slightest. In a way, the restriction was comforting in knowing that there were no hands that could possibly be behind his wedged back, latched down lid denying any access to the crown of his head. Or so he thought. That sliver above, assumed to be for airflow, a bare minimum at that, became the entry point for entities worse than hands alone. The sensation of slick, segmented figures came sliding down from his hair, needle like appendages scrambling for purchase in his scalp on the inevitable dislodging of their landing. It was enough to make Simon stiffen, the short, intentional breaths snapping against his windpipe in initial shock. That wasn't a spider, too many legs. Far too elongated to be a scorpion. They didn't bite. That would have made sense, would have cut out on the suspense on waiting for it to happen. The sting of mandibles never came, didn't give his mind something to latch onto as finite. While his eyes were draped in dingy cotton, he didn't need to see the way their carapace had a dull sheen under the less than ideal lighting conditions, legs a never ending tapping along his nearly barren body. They were finding the rhythm to his fear, seeming to linger where they made the man’s pulse jump. There was more than one, Simon was well aware when some had made it to the ounce of clearance between his back and box, skittering helplessly in a serpentine fashion against the nape of his neck, firing the nerves underneath sweat sheened skin. It was pathetic really; being a relatively lightweight insect and having him pinned under each and every leg of theirs. It wasn't what they did— it was how patient they were. As if they had all the time in the world to undo him. Layer by layer, strip him down to the tissue, burrow into the sinews of muscle and scrape along the ivory of his bones. There came that dog again in that moment, bounding over with what it believed to be helpful, a way out of the current and into a moment that had some semblance of control, the possible lesser of two evils. Rocco. And Simon—he couldn’t move. Couldn’t even blink, because they were on his face now. One paused on his cheek, just beneath his eye socket. Simon remembered to breathe as he came to, ripping his balaclava clean off and hurling it square onto the floor, smashing it beneath his booted heel for good measure. The skin stretched over his face was scored with words in a language nobody should ever have to be fluent in. Currently snapped into a detached, learned stillness while his gaze became anything but his own while leaning down to grab at his mask once more. Gloved hands shook it out, flipped the fabric to reveal it had been nothing but a loose thread. These cotton balaclavas tended to run soft when overused, hence why he owned so many. Into the bin it went, hands returning to the keys for a brief moment to reply. I’d say I’ve got a healthy respect for anything with more legs than morals.

Tea time.

So! I wanted to pay a little homage to Simon's time of torture in Mexico with a headcanon of mine. We all know the scorpion in the box, but I always thought of centipedes and well, whether you meant to or not ya unlocked the sleeper agent in my head. I had to throw out this little blurb, I have other asks such as those triangle ones queued up as well so don't you worry! Also another angsty one. Promise I'll still do the sillies, but stuff like this scratches the itch in my brain and is a nice reminder that he still has his own shit going on in the background. You all are getting Ghost, Simon will bleed over every now and then. What that time comes, hoo boy.

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Meet the Rockstars The Hunters: - Initially, a full group of female rockers, but Nero was the exception cause of course he is.  - Y/N is very much the feral dog of the group, but in a close second is Simone. - Got famous after Y/N sent Jenna their mix and asked her if she knew anyone that could sign them onto a label (two years and a tour later), Jenna is out of retirement and keeping the kids together  - They named themselves the Hunters after Jenna made a joke about Y/N hunting her down to get her to help them get signed - they all laughed about it, got really drunk, and signed the papers.  - They played a few gigs early on (pre-Jenna) and once got booed so bad because Nero couldn’t figure out how to set up his Keyboard stand (reference for this is in "The Dirt", Tommy Lee dropping his drumset)  - If they had to choose a few bands to be compared to, it would be Ghost, Evanesence, and Paramore (Tara is literally Haley Williams on that mic) - they aren’t quite rock but not quite punk  - Lineup: Tara: Lead Vocalist, Simone: Guitarist, Yvonne: Drummer, Nero: Keyboardist/Melodist, Y/N: Bassist -Let’s meet the band Tara: The Vocalist  - Voice of an angel, but can growl like a damn demon when needed  - She and Y/N are practically married (roommates)  - Knows Xavier from a freshman year (college) internship - Met Y/N a year later  - Was very shy to the idea of a band (we love a humble gal)  - Y/N left notes EVERYWHERE about it until she caved; she loved it after 1 show, and Y/N never lets her live it down that she was right.  - Still pursuing an online criminology degree Simone: The Guitarist  - Sexiest guitarist around  - Think Vic from Maneskin vibes  - Took 1 shot before saying yes to the band idea  - Most experienced of the group musically, took a lot of lessons growing up, but self-taught herself the guitar in middle school  - The group “leader", publicly speaking, but it's really a mix of Y/N and Yvonne behind the scenes, with Yvonne doing the adult work and Y/N pushing for the band to get gigs, signings, etc.  - Heavy bisexual vibes, will never correct a soul because “it's not like they're wrong”  - Super nerdy deep down - very Clark Kent of her  - Also bossy when she wants to be, and a troll  Nero: Pianist/Keyboardist/Melodist - Doesn’t know how this happened  - 1 night he's at a party, the next band practice - Very shy and socially anxious, especially about his skill set, cannot take a compliment, but will protect the girls with his LIFE because those are his favs right there (he's the one that really needs protecting)  - Goes on weekly tangents at band powerpoint night (everyone gets very drunk for it)  - Obsessed with Zayne’s technique and once sent him a drunk twitter dm asking how he and Xavier meld their rhythms together so well.  - Zayne never responded  - Tried to quit exactly once…. Never again. Y/N: The Bassist  - Skilled, talented, hot!  - Loves a little bass riff and will never push, but loves when Nero writes them in! - Went to school with Caleb and Zayne from K-8, doesn't know where they went after that, as she lost contact with them - Is the reason Nero can’t quit the band - Convinced Jenna to manage them after doing a stealth mission - Jenna was her old manager and knew she was very into music, plus it didn't hurt that Y/N was an A+ employee. - Loves Twitter beef, especially starting it - Has been told many times not to call people posers if they don’t listen to The Hunters Yvonne: The Drummer  - Classy professional- until she hammers that Yamaha drum set  - Hair is always up!  - Went to nursing school - She is the eldest of the group and basically the mom beyond Jenna.  - Throws her sticks into the crowd after shows (signs them too for extra pizazz)  - Very sweet in her tone when talking, no wonder she tried to be a nurse, Y/N  almost wishes she had stayed a nurse. - Lightweight, like CRAZY lightweight  - Only joined so Y/N stopped getting herself hurt learning the drums... - Worked as a full-time nurse till the band got famous 

A/N: The Hunters, everyone! I know this particular grouping may be odd to some, but I love majority female bands soooo! However, if you miss Jeremiah or Greyson, etc. I can assure you they will show up! Please ignore my inability to spell guitarist on Simone's Twitter...