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My Dungeon Meshi Modern AU Thoughts Instead of Writing My Economics Research Paper lmao

Ughhhh,,,, okay have been thinking about them all day and if one person manages to make it through the void and hear me out and talk about them with me then I’ll be happy lol.

WARNING: this is stupidly long, like I spent an absurd time writing every single little detail down. With that being said here we go:

cw//mentions and minor graphic descriptions of death, bullying, discrimination, injury, abuse, trauma, mental health issues, and abandonment

• Laios

- currently 26 and living with his sister Falin

- studying zoology part-time at the local college

- mostly does night classes since he works 1-2 jobs during the day to help pay for his and Falin’s tuition and apartment

- he and Fallin took their dog Muimui when they moved out, they also feed the local stray cats

- lived on a farm with his sister and parents when he was a kid, and is where his love of animals comes from

- however did not have the best of childhoods, as he was a frequent target for bullying due to having undiagnosed autism, and his father was very much a “nothing is wrong with you, toughen up the world isn’t going to coddle you” kind of person

- this was further cemented when he cried going hunting with his dad for the first time and refused to eat any of the deer or rabbit they had caught

- his mom had her own mental health problems that she was never diagnosed for, so often she fell into the same mindset as her husband when it came to Laios’ and Fallin’s behaviour, only she was more erratic due to her fear of one or both of her kids becoming like her

- never forgave his father after he sent Fallin off to a private middle/high school far away from their home, little did he know it was because the severe bullying Fallin was receiving was too much for her, and he wanted to send her away before she got hurt or worse

- nearly tried to run away at 16, however was caught by the police almost immediately and returned home

- completed his high school diploma and took off with Muimui without even saying goodbye to his parents, Fallin nearly joined him in the city but since she was still under guardianship of her parents, she couldn’t leave until she became an adult

- once graduated, she reunited with Laios in his apartment where they now live

- works nearly full-time at Senshi’s restaurant and works part-time as a janitor at their local zoo (he wants to be close to the animals lol)

- very busy but he makes it work, Marcille and Kabru have no idea how he does it without any meds or caffeine

- either has a worn out picture of him and Falin with their old dogs, or has a hand-made drawing of his theoretical strongest monster in his pocket that he looks at whenever he needs inspiration

- both him and Falin live wayyy out of the city center since rent is fucking abysmal downtown

- insists on taking the bus or walking everywhere since taxis and buying a bike costs too much, even if the commute is like 2 hours with 3 transfers

- despite this, he still has a drivers license

- the kind of guy you would expect to be eating leafy green tofu bowls from your local hipster vegan bistro, but is actually the kind of guy who eats the dubious $4 ground beef chubs and off-brand deli ham from walmart

- socks and slides with free college club t-shirts and cargo pants from the gap that come with like 50 pockets so he can carry all his stuff (the stuff mostly being dog treats and loose bird feed) bro has no drip aside from one outfit put together by Marcille

- uses the same highlighter blue and yellow adidas backpack he’s had since middle school, carries literally everything in there

- doesn’t listen to music, but if he does it’s rain/nature sounds with the $2 headphones you get from the dollarstore

- not much of a gym freak and usually just goes casually, prefers sports to working out (will have a protein shake but does not invest in creatine or other pre-workout supplements)

- either uses the same recyclable water bottle with the label torn off from a pack of 50 he got 3 years ago, or just uses one of his protein shake bottles I can’t decide

- hangs out with Marcille and Falin the most often (since Marcille constantly makes excuses to study with Falin at their apartment), sometimes gets smoothies or juice with Kabru if they run into each other

- hangs out with Senshi and Chilchuck less often, their time spent together is usually limited to having a beer after closing the restaurant or meeting together with everyone else to have dinner every couple months

- goal is to become a wildlife biologist when he graduates

- more to add if I think of it

• Fallin

- currently 23 and lives with Laios

- in her second year of studying veterinary medicine at their city’s main university

- grew up with Laios and her parents on their farm, also developed a deep love and appreciation for animals early on, but while Laios was more interested in the study of their behaviour, she was more interested in healing them

- also has undiagnosed autism like her brother, only when it came to her behaviours, she stood out a lot more and was subsequently bullied heavily for stimming, having major sensitivities to light and sound, self-isolating, talking to inanimate objects or “ghosts”, having a special interest in things like bugs or plants, and having a very specific schedule that adults had to help her with

- never really understood why adults or other children treated her differently, as she thought it was normal for everyone, however was still affected by having no friends aside from her brother during her younger years

- the bullying got so bad that kids began physically tormenting her, and since she never told Laios (who was in middle school and couldn’t always be with her), there was essentially no one to defend her

- very sadly culminates in an incident where she was intentionally locked in a graveyard overnight, and although she didn’t sustain any injuries she was fairly traumatized by the event, it was the final straw for her father to send her away to a private school at 12 years old to finish her education

- moved to a different city the next year where she stayed in dormitories, had her own room due to enrolling late

- also initially had a hard time making friends, and often cried since she couldn’t be with Laios, however no one bullied her for her autism and most often ignored her or gossiped

- had Marcille as a “buddy” to help her get acclimated to school life, however their relationship was quite awkward initially as Marcille thought she was unnerving and frankly a little stupid, however was completely shocked at Fallin’s nearly perfect grades

- school policy at that time stipulated that students had to return to the main hall for dinner at a certain time, however when Fallin doesn’t show up, Marcille has to look for her

- she finds Fallin at her secret hangout spot, similar to her dungeon in the anime, a corner with a group of trees and thick bushes that opened up into a grassy nook and a little pond, there they talk about what she does there and why she skips

- also similar to the anime, a fox (rather than a slime) catches them by surprise, but as Marcille tries to get it to run away by throwing rocks at it, Fallin stops her and explains it never comes closer than the tree line, she then points out that hurting while it’s already injured (has a slight limp) will cause it to die, allowing for the prey animals like squirrels and rabbits to eat away at most of the fauna surrounding the school, basically emphasizing the importance of all animals in an ecosystem and how it’s wrong to try and shift the ecosystem solely for our comfort or benefit (cheesy I know but it’s for the plot)

- she then offers Marcille the raspberries that grow on some of the bushes, and soon after Marcille asks if she would like to be friends

- they remain as friends in school only for another year, as Marcille graduates early and leaves Fallin behind much to her heartbreak, however does promise that she’ll visit and reunite with her soon

- by the time she graduates, she moves in with Laios and begins attending the same university as Marcille, there their friendship is reaffirmed, and they both start to develop feelings for one another

- full-time student but does work a few shifts at one of her university’s coffee shops whenever she can (tends to feel guilty about Laios helping her out with tuition on top of taking care of everything at home)

- in the honours program, and although she gets good grades her commitment is often questioned due to her habit of skipping

- reason for skipping is because she often does volunteer work at a nearby veterinary clinic

- unlike Laios, Fallin likes to bike to and from her classes

- it’s her main source of exercise, though she also does go to the gym if she has time, girl is absolutely built and is much stronger than she appears

- lives off of daily sweet treats and fried bologna sandwiches or tomato soup made by Laios

- frequently raids the raspberry bush growing outside hers and Laios’ apartment building, as well as the crabapple tree that technically belongs to the house next door but has its branches growing over the fence separating them

- also does not rely on excessive caffeine, but she does enjoy tea and coffee unlike Laios

- has a fjällräven backpack that Marcille gifted her for her birthday, mostly full of her textbooks but she does use it to carry rocks or sticks she finds interesting

- water bottle is a very dented bright pink hydro flask (also gifted to her by Marcille)

- has the jean shorts, tucked in t-shirt, and long cardigan look on lockdown, also wears hiking boots or converse, rarely is she seen in flipflops

- no make-up either, Marcille had to practically beg her to at least start using a clear lipgloss

- isn’t picky about music and usually just listens to whatever Marcille or Laios plays, sometimes she indulges in some lofi hiphop beats if she’s studying

- obviously best friends with Marcille but does not know she has a crush on Marcille, and thinks that her intense feelings of love and happiness are just normal girl friendship feelings (oh you poor thing)

- only vaguely knows of Senshi through the leftover food Laios sometimes brings home after his shifts, with Chilchuck she is more familiar since she sometimes visits him with Marcille on the weekends

- favourite thing is when her, Laios, Marcille, Izutsumi, Chilchuck, and Senshi all gather to get dinner together

- when it comes to her parents, she still maintains contact unlike Laios, though her messages tend to be generalized or cordial (not necessarily her intention it’s just she isn’t sure what to talk about in regards to her life beyond school)

- goal is to become a travelling wildlife vet

- more to add when I think of it

• Marcille

- is currently 26 and lives by herself (due to it being a modern au I’m imagining all races have the same lifespan of around 70-80 years)

- had probably the most normal upbringing and early adulthood out of all of the characters, both of her parents were very loving and attentive, always encouraging her and supporting her keen intellect through her hobbies

- however, they weren’t always around due to being very busy as government lawyers and often working late, she has very distinct memories of winning math and science awards as a child, looking out towards the crowd only to see her parents weren’t there

- was generally quite lonely during her childhood since she had no siblings or cousins to play with, a similar situation at school where most kids considered her stuck up or bossy when in reality she was just smart and was blunt about telling people when they were wrong about something

- is very close with Chilchuck, having known him and his family since she was little, although them all getting together was fairly rare, some of her fondest memories have been when they’d go on family trips together and she would get to play with Chilchuck’s daughters

- lost touch with him from ages 9-15 but reunited with him at 16 while he crashed at their place after his work injury and during his divorce, became very close with him during this time and developed a deep familial fondness for him despite all his teasing

- at 19 years old, she suffered a great deal of mental anguish as Chilchuck began to lose contact with her, Fallin was considering moving to a different city for university, and her father died due to a very sudden and unexpected stroke, she felt as though everyone in her life was slipping through her grasp and as a result, developed severe depression that would last until she completed her masters

- luckily, she had a good support system during that time and she was able to make it through the worst of it, however she still does struggle with motivation over simple tasks such as doing her hair or brushing her teeth

- her mood and outlook is much better though, having mostly returned to the same bubbly and dramatic personality that she once had

- is best friends with Fallin, and met her while at private school, mostly explained above, but her initial reaction of Fallin was quite negative before switching around after she realized that her way of thinking isn’t always the right one, even if the facts are right, her perspective and way of interpreting them isn’t always going to be sound

- this new perspective is what caused Marcille to become so enamoured with Fallin, eventually becoming a stupid crush that sticks with her to this day

- has her own studio apartment downtown, brand new building and everything (both parents are government lawyers so you can imagine the kind of money she has lmao)

- has a fawn floppy-eared bunny named Ambrosia

- despite her wealth, she doesn’t look down on her friends whatsoever, if anything she buys them expensive gifts as an act of kindness rather than an act of arrogance or condescension

- in the middle of attaining her phd in microbiology while doing independent research specializing in the study of telomere function

- attends the same university as Fallin

- graduated from high school at 16 and was done with her undergraduate by 19 and her masters by 21, a lot of people tend to think she’s full of herself but she often disregards them as people who don’t try hard enough

- born to carry her baby blue apple ecosystem in a cute tote bag, forced to haul her 7 biology textbooks in an ugly ass dark purple swissgear backpack she picked out when she was 12

- she has an unhealthy addiction to coffee and diet coke, literally cannot function without at least one per day

- cannot cook to save her life, lives exclusively off of pre-made grocery store meals or the sandwiches her university’s grab-n-go store sells, the kitchen aid mixer in her kitchen is practically a decoration at this point

- is actually the kind of person to be eating the leafy green tofu bowl from the local hipster vegan bistro

- has her own car and license, but lives close enough to her university to walk, Laios cannot fathom why she pays insurance every month for it but hardly uses or let anyone else use it

- I personally think she likes to rollerblade too

- jogging is her main form of exercise, but will also do yoga or calisthenics occasionally, probably the type of person to fall for a juice cleanse scam until Laios or Chilchuck scolds her for not eating enough

- I feel like she would be an intense swiftie (sorry :3) other than that, she likes the typical pop radio stuff that is played constantly

- at least she’s not a Stanley cup girl, she will use her scuffed gallon water bottle with the printed times of day until she dies

- very fashionable and loves to wear makeup, like wide leg pants or pleated skirts with penny loafers and cutesy blouses, a firm believer that any Korean makeup brand is far superior than anything Sephora could offer

- practically attached to the hip with Fallin, girl will find any excuse to study with her (the most pathetic sapphic ever someone put her out of her misery)

- otherwise, she’s buddy-buddy with Laios and Kabru but that’s about the extent of it, she’s known Chilchuck since she was little so he’s like an uncle to her

- she is quite friendly with Senshi and enjoys his cooking but hasn’t known him for a long time like the others, Izutsumi she treats like a little sister/niece and is always buying her things

- more to add when I think of it

• Chilchuck (you can tell he’s my fav because he has one of longest backstories lmao)

- currently 49 and living with Senshi and Izutsumi

- owns a two bedroom bungalow outside of downtown but still within the city, saved up for it after his divorce

- used to live in the suburbs with his ex-wife and daughters, but before that it was a shitty apartment close to where Laios lives now

- teen father, had Mayjack when he and his wife were 17 and had to graduate early so they could move out, they had Fullertom soon after and then Puckpatty by the time they were both 20, they got married at 22

- since neither could afford university at the time, Chilchuck went straight into a locksmithing trades program so he could have a decent income, his father had instilled a deep sense of responsibility and honour towards being a provider so he threw himself into his work which caused his and his wife’s initial frustration with one another

- when he was done apprenticing and when the kids were old enough to go to school, his wife went to university to begin studying teaching so she could become a professor, despite having to be home more often, Chilchuck still remained somewhat emotionally detached from his family

- by the time his daughters entered middle school, they had bought a house in the suburbs and his wife became qualified to teach

- feeling pressured by the mortgage, debt, and having to save for his daughter’s college, he began drinking more and taking a lot more hours at work, if he wasn’t working he was at the bar with his coworkers, he often didn’t come home until it was very late

- the final straw for his wife was when he showed up to work severely hungover and exhausted, then proceeded to nearly die in a home renovation project (passed out standing up and fell of a 20ft scaffolding, broke his hip and pelvis pretty badly as well as his humerus and quite a few of his ribs, also had a life-threatening brain bleed due to a skull fracture)

- at that point, all three of his daughters were already in university or trade school so his wife moved out and sold their house while Chilchuck was recovering in the hospital, she moved into a townhouse closer to the city’s main university where she still lives now with Fullertom

- having basically nothing in his savings, he crashed at Marcille’s parent’s place until he could save up a bit and get an apartment or townhouse (he and Marcille’s dad were friends in high school), essentially lived on their couch for about two years

- during this time, he became known as “Uncle Chil” by 16 year old Marcille and he developed a close uncle/niece relationship with her

- teased her as much as any uncle would, but also took her out shopping every couple of months, could never afford the stuff she wanted but he always got her lunch

- eventually, he saved up enough for the down payment of the two bedroom bungalow he lives in now and moved in, initially lost touch with Marcille but started being there for her more after her dad died, even began getting in touch with his daughters again at Marcille’s suggestion

- from then on, he took his work life more easily and tried to make time for himself in between shifts so that he didn’t feel he needs to drink himself stupid every time he came home, tried to pick up multiple hobbies and eventually settled on pottery making and brewing his own alcohol (that he sells…. mostly lol)

- meets Senshi at 42 when he is called in to install the locks and security system of the new restaurant Senshi is building, initially they had not been super friendly with each other, as Chilchuck found it infuriating how Senshi kept on wanting changes to be made to his security system, and how he was basically a walking construction accident waiting to happen

- once everything was finished however, Senshi offered Chilchuck a free dinner at his place as an apology for being stubborn, and unable to say no to free food (and alcohol) Chilchuck agrees

- they become friends after the dinner, however proceed to dance around each other for another 4 years until Marcille threatens to tell Senshi about Chilchuck’s feelings if he doesn’t confess himself

- Chilchuck does eventually confess (during a very charged “guy’s trip” to a resort in Mexico) and they start dating, after the trip, Senshi and Izutsumi move into Chilchuck’s place where they still currently live

- thanks to living with Senshi, Chilchuck adopts a more healthy lifestyle where he stops smoking, eats more, and drinks less, in return, he helps Senshi manage Izutsumi during her teen years as well as help out around his restaurant when he has time

- is generally living comfortably now, with a nice salary and more free time to commit to his hobbies, despite this he still deeply cares about his work and is a union man at heart who is always willing to rally behind his coworkers and organize when something happens

- mostly listens to 80s dad rock and some 90s grunge, is very proud of his CD collection

- dresses similar to Laios, however ditches the college club t-shirt and cargo shorts for polos shirts and chino shorts or dress shirts and casual slacks, also wears tacky boomer sandals for his feet or his construction boots

- drives a land rover defender that he bought in high school, cares for it deeply but isn’t a car guy by any means, he does the bare minimum maintenance to keep it safe and functional

- carries his minimal stuff in a sling bag and lunch cooler, but he also has a survival backpack in the back of his land rover for emergencies

- is a Stanley cup owner, has two, one from the 70s that his dad gave to him, and another white modern one from Marcille, his older one is covered in princess stickers from when his daughters were young

- pretentious black coffee drinker, makes fun of Izutsumi all the time for the amount of simple syrup and cream she puts into her iced coffee

- is okay at cooking, but is definitely more of a grill master, never ask him to deep fry anything though

- is also surprisingly handy thanks to the skills his dad passed onto him, speaking of his family, he isn’t very close to his mother and siblings since they all moved back to their home continent after Chilchuck graduated, he still sometimes travels alone on special holidays or on the anniversary of his father’s death but only if he can afford it

- is now a supervisor of his own crew, initially he wanted to own his own locksmith company, but he also wants to retire soon so he needs to save up as much as he can

- has two main friend groups, one he refers to as “the freaks” which includes Laios, Marcille, Fallin, Kabru, Izutsumi, and Senshi, and the other he refers to as “work” which includes Namari, Mickbell, Kuro, and Dandan

- is closest to Senshi and Marcille, seeing them as his family, however is a bit more distant with Izutsumi since he doesn’t want to automatically take on a “step-dad” role in her life, the reasoning mainly stems from his respect of her and her decisions on who she gets to let in her life, but is also because he wants to avoid things becoming awkward between them

- is, if not begrudgingly, friendly with Laios and Fallin, deep down he cares about them more than he lets on, is mostly cordial with Kabru

- is surprisingly close to Namari, however they keep their relationship strictly within their workplace and the bar they sometimes hit up afterwards

- is closer to his ex-wife and daughters now, having dinner once a month at his ex-wife’s house, they still haven’t really reconciled but they’ve allowed each other to move on

- more to add when I think of it

• Senshi (also super long please forgive me)

- is currently 52 and living with Chilchuck and his adopted daughter Izutsumi

- lives in Chilchuck’s house, but used to own a condo near the restaurant he used to work for

- when he was a child, he lived on an entirely separate continent in the remote far north, the village he grew up in was known for its mining industry, most of the community including his parents were miners, however an accident killed his father and cancer killed his mother when he was a baby, so his father’s friend Gillin took Senshi in when he was 2

- due to the mining culture surrounding the village, it was expected that Senshi also become a miner when he grew up, this coupled with the hyper-masculine ideas of honouring his late father and carrying on the bloodline, made Senshi not really put in much effort into school since he believed it had no use for him, a decision that would later hinder his career and degree options greatly

- once graduated from high school, Gillin immediately had Senshi take his safety courses and get his certification so he could get a job as soon as possible, with some references from Gillin himself, Senshi was able to land a beginner’s position within the company Gillin was in

- worked 7 years mining coal until the mine ran dry and he had to look for work elsewhere, jumped positions between 3-4 companies over another 8 years mining iron and copper until he landed a 2 year contract at a remote but booming silver mine

- was put into a 6 man team composed of himself, Gillin, Brigan, Invar, Totan, and Noor, where they would descend into a highly unregulated and dangerous mountain mine and extract the massive veins of silver, they all were paid well, but the conditions were next to abysmal

- 1 year and 9 months into the contract, a rockslide on the south side of the mountain caused a cheap tunnel support to collapse over the only exit leading out of the stope they were mining in, effectively trapping them indefinitely

- luckily they had a ventilation shaft, but none of them could fit inside and escape or yell for attention since they were trapped over 200ft deep and 500ft in the mountain, so their only option was to ration their food and wait for help to arrive

- they do try to escape in other ways, such as mining through the collapsed support, however this only leads to injury among the group, and as much as Senshi wanted to help, he was under strict instruction by Gillin not to over-exert himself, even though he wasn’t a kid anymore, he still had the most strength and wits among them all, this also results in him receiving the most food much to Brigan’s rage

- in an attempt to be useful, Senshi started drawing up the maps of the mine to see if there was a tunnel close by they could mine into

- as more time passes and they realized no one would be coming to help them, their escape attempts become much more desperate, one attempt to blow up the collapsed tunnel entrance with their remaining explosives leads to the death of Totan, another attempt to start mining over the collapsed tunnel entrance leads to the death of Noor, one last attempt to remove the panelling lining the ventilation shaft so they could be able to fit through leads to the death of Invar, leaving only Brigan, Gillin, and Senshi left

- after six weeks of being trapped under ground, Brigan mentally snaps and tries to cannibalize Senshi so they could eat his flesh, this leads to a physical altercation between Gillin and Brigan which ends in an unstable overhang of rock to collapse and crush Brigan and for Gillin to succumb to his wounds and exhaustion

- alone and starving, Senshi realizes he is now skinny enough to fit through the ventilation shafts and crawl his way out, he uses a combination of ropes and support spikes to help aid him, but soon quickly realizes he mostly has to navigate in the dark

- for two more weeks, Senshi follows the map he memorized and the feeling of airflow to make his way out, only surviving off of his remaining water, in the end he managed to crawl out of a shaft just outside the mining camp

- relived and also deeply saddened, Senshi remains near the shaft until some workers doing a perimeter check find him in the morning, he is promptly taken into the hospital to treat his injuries

- after explaining the situation to the police and his boss, his boss offers him a $30,000 payout to keep quiet and say nothing, the officers say it is possible to take his boss and the company to court, however it would likely put him into massive debt trying to find a good lawyer, in the end Senshi takes the money and leaves the camp for his village

- what’s left to him by Gillin is another $50,000 in savings and property assets, the rest is given to his remaining family, the first thing Senshi buys with the money is his adamantine pot and mythril knife, using both to make a soup Gillin would often feed him, and leaving five bowls of it outside of the collapsed silver mine before moving out of his village for good at aged 35

- he moves to the continent and city where all the other characters are currently living, buying his condo and deciding to enter into 4 year culinary school program

- during these 4 years, Senshi comes to realize that cooking is his true passion, finding it immensely rewarding and fulfilling, and even though he didn’t make many friends due to his unorthodox taste and recipes, it was still the most happy he’s ever been

- about 1 year after graduating and getting a job as the main line cook for a high end restaurant, Senshi meets and adopts 5 year old Izutsumi

- he initially sees her wandering around the green belt outside and behind the restaurant, kicking rocks and occasionally running and hiding in trees, he was always worried she was homeless, however would always see she was gone by the time he was done his shifts

- around five months of this, Izutsumi notices and begins to approach Senshi, as if she had wanted food, Senshi would usually offer some of his packed lunches or leftovers and she would always accept and sit next to him while they ate

- Izutsumi usually never spoke but was always ravenous, Senshi often worried that she was being abused, but whenever he would ask she would always say no, and since she was a healthy weight and never had any bruises or welts, Senshi reluctantly believed her, after that though he began packing more food

- eventually, a woman (Maizuru) approaches Senshi after one of his shifts and bluntly asked if he would like to take care of Izutsumi from then on, baffled he asked who she was and why she knew he was feeding Izutsumi, and she explained that she is her caretaker

- she also explained that since Izutsumi seemed to trust and respect Senshi the most, that he would be the best person to give her a chance at a normal life and raise her into an adjusted adult, due to the fact that she has no regard or interest or respect in her or the rest of her foster family, she then conceded that her question was rather sudden, but still implored Senshi to take her into his care or otherwise she would be forced into an orphanage

- thinking of Gillin, and with the wound of his crew’s death still in his mind Senshi, perhaps impulsively, agrees to take Izutsumi in, much to Maizuru’s delight and thankfulness

- the next day, she returns with Izutsumi and her things and tells Senshi that she will handle most of the legal paperwork aside from the few forms that he will have to sign

- from that point onward, he took care of Izutsumi and made sure she got through school, although she wasn’t completely responsive and obedient, he was still very patient and understanding with her, except for the first few times she would keep on running away from school to join him for his lunch breaks

- they have a very trusting relationship with one another, and Senshi is the only one Izutsumi will open up to, Senshi often encouraged her talent of athleticism by signing her up for various sports, he was and still is very attentive towards her needs and is always feeding her the things she likes (and dislikes)

- Senshi works at the restaurant for another 9 years, simultaneously saving up for his own restaurant and saving for Izutsumi’s college, at age 45 he meets Chilchuck during the construction of his restaurant and they form a close friendship

- subsequently, he is introduced to Marcille, Fallin, Laios, and even Kabru, but still mostly interacts with Chilchuck and Itsuzumi

- however he is quite close with Laios since he works as a server at his restaurant and is very enthusiastic about his cooking technique, flavour pallet, and types of dishes he serves

- at age 49, he officially opens his restaurant and starts dating Chilchuck, the three of them all move in together and become a household unit

- is now very happy with where he is at in life, works and manages his restaurant while still making time for Izutsumi and her hobbies, is very close with Chilchuck and becomes the first person he opens up to about his past and what he went through, generally the grossest and most sappiest old couple you will ever meet

- made a Senshi-sized hole deep into the fabric of Chilchuck’s home, converting his backyard into a full vegetable and flower garden that he maintains, is super proud about it and often leaves the prettiest flowers on Chilchuck’s side of the bed or in a vase on Izutsumi’s bedside table

- head-chef and owner of his restaurant, his favourite part is being able to cook what he wants for a very specific audience (people like Laios)

- his food is not super high-end but also not like a family diner either, a healthy mix of both, like kid friendly while still being classy and opulent enough to take someone out on a date there

- drives his beloved suzuki carry to and from work every day, does a good job maintaining it on his own despite it being boring according to him

- I honestly don’t really know what Senshi would listen to, I feel like the most in character for him would be folk music from his home country or bossa nova i can’t really decide

- coffee with lots of sugar but no cream or milk, prefers drinking black tea with milk and honey if he has a choice

- bag is a basic backpack with minimal items like wallet, keys, lipbalm, mints, etc… always has a change of clothes in case his gets dirty at work, also has extra hair and beard nets, some stuff for Izutsumi is in there too

- water bottle is also a vintage stanley cup, but his is wayyy more dented than Chilchuck’s and older (from like the 50s) refuses to buy anything else until it is unusable, has had the same piece of duct tape sealing a leak near the bottom for the past 20 years

- also can’t decide if he’s a t-shirt or Hawaiian shirt kind of guy, probably a healthy mix of both, also mostly wears shorts or a kilt-like garment native to his home country, lives exclusively in sandals you will never find him in close-toed shoes unless he’s working

- funny story deriving from this fact, the first impression Chilchuck ever had of Senshi (aside from “damn he’s kinda hot”) was “oh my god how the fuck is this guy not dead” due to the fact that Senshi showed up to the construction sight with flip flops, no safety helmet, and no safety vest on whatsoever

- more to add when I think of it

• Izutsumi (still a cat-girl in this universe)

- currently 17 and living with Senshi and Chilchuck

- used to live with the Nakamoto’s as a foster child, however hated living there due to the unfamiliarity and attempts at sweeping her past trauma under the rug and refusing to treat her for it

- life before the Nakamoto’s is fuzzy, it’s implied by her councillor and confirmed by Maizuru later on that she was raised by her mother until she died or abandoned her at 3 years old, was then placed into the care of another foster home who physically and verbally abused her, keeping her chained up in the basement most of the day and hardly feeding her, if not forgetting about her all together

- she was taken in by the Nakamoto’s at aged 4, and had a very hard time managing her due to her stunted social skills, anger issues, and delayed language development manifesting itself in avoidance behaviours such as running away and lashing out violently

- had frequent nightmares during this time, resulting in her becoming very clingy during the night

- would often run away to the green belt close to her house, the same green belt that was connected to Senshi’s restaurant

- initially only approached him because of the smell of food, her prior abuse and malnutrition resulted in an early form of binge eating, so she often sought any sight, smell, or taste food as a way of safety and comfort

- unlike all her previous caretakers, she found Senshi to not be malicious or uncaring towards her, especially after he started sharing and bringing food for her, her ease around him didn’t go unnoticed by Maizuru who then offered Senshi the deal to take care of her

- initially hated living in Senshi’s condo since the small space reminded her of the basement she was kept in, but soon found it to be much more comfortable if she could smell the food Senshi would make

- Received counselling for her trauma and slowly began to get better, however she would still frequently act out or skip school as a coping mechanism, however, Senshi helped her regulate her energy and emotions through signing her up for various sports, she did volleyball, hockey, wrestling, swimming, etc… until she settled on gymnastics and Muay Thai

- has somewhat of a complex towards love and attachment, in that she doesn’t fully believe an individual cares for her or loves her so will often do whatever she likes both because she doesn’t think it affects the other person that much and because it will prevent people from wanting to get close to her and have a meaningful relationship, a complex that stems from her past abuse

- is now in a much better headspace than she was in, as she has two caretakers who are patient and understanding with her, but are also willing to discipline her and prepare her for the outside world, she also has a good external support system and even a friend at school whom she often hangs out with

- she is currently in her junior year of high school, with decent grades, but only because Senshi and Chilchuck want her to do well so she has more options for university

- her best subjects are science, phsy ed., english, has a hard time with social studies and math

- her one friend her age is Tade as they both are frequently sent to the after-school homework program to help improve their grades, Izutsumi is usually good at shouldering off her homework to her in exchange for ice cream or food, but she’s usually caught and forced to do double the work

- Tade is also a foster kid of the Nakamoto’s, in fact she was the one Izutsumi would usually go to sleep with if she had a nightmare, so they never hang out at her house and either stay at Izutsumi’s house or hang out at the local park/mall

- is very talented athletically, and has won multiple awards at gymnastics and Muay Thai competitions

- still a ravenous eater, but with a crazy fast metabolism so she gains almost no weight, still picky with vegetables and mushrooms but will still eat them as long as their hidden in her food well enough

- coffee flavoured milk drinker, if there’s even a hint of bitterness in her coffee she’s throwing it out

- is into most old alternative or indie rock, appreciates Chilchuck’s taste in music immensely, she’s been learning how to play the bass recently

- has been learning basic recipes from Senshi and can manage a few dishes on her own, is much better at baking overall, never leave her alone with the blowtorch or barbecue though

- aside from sports, she enjoys playing video games and sleeping, she likes mostly storytelling or competitive console games like Skyrim, God of War, and Call of Duty

- bag is a simple black backpack that has all of her papers and textbooks haphazardly shoved in with no regard for neatness or organization, on a good day a pencil will be in there too

- water bottle is non-existent, she uses drinks from the school water fountain as an excuse to get out of class and wander around for a bit

- is old enough to drive and has her license, but doesn’t have her own car yet and still has to catch the bus, if she does drive it’s Senshi’s suzuki, Chilchuck let her drive his land rover once and she backed into a pole

- lives in crop tops and shorts, is actually quite fashionable but doesn’t have the energy or motivation to pull anything off, either wears converse, slides, crocs, or doc martens as footwear, most would describe her style as grunge-ish

- makeup is hit or miss, sometimes she can muster some concealer and eyeliner, but for the most part she just washes her face and nothing else, she is big into jewelry though and likes to wear lots of accessories

- has been allowed to pierce her ears quite extensively, as well as her nose, however both Senshi and Chilchuck have drawn the line at any other face piercings until she’s an adult, much to her dismay

- outside of Senshi, Chilchuck, and Tade, she is probably the most friendly with Marcille and Fallin as they frequently visit and interact with her, Marcille especially loves to spoil Izutsumi with treats and gifts since she never had a little cousin growing up

- Izutsumi likes Fallin for her quietness and ability to keep out of her business, however saw first hand how weird she can be when she held up a massive rhinoceros beetle without even flinching, also when she kept on excusing herself to their backyard to go snack on their strawberry plants

- Laios and Kabru she knows of, also finds Laios to be very weird but is less friendly about it than she is with Fallin, his lack of understanding of social cues also confuses her

- more to add when I think of it

AND THATS IT!!! This was stupidly long, I hope I didn’t bore you to death lol. I’ll probably do another one of these so I can include Chilchuck’s daughters, Kabru, Namari, etc… maybe with some additions to the main cast, but yeah that’s about the extend of it, hope you enjoyed :3

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #laios touden #falin touden #chilchuck tims #senshi of izganda #izutsumi #marcille donato #modern au #farcille #chilshi #labru if you squint #dungeon meshi minor characters #this took me forever I am so exhausted #I kinda wanna make a fic out of this but I have no idea what plot line or what character I should even focus on lmaooo #hooray for hyper-specific character interpretations!!

[leilakisakabiri]

request: Hi can you do where the reader is wearing Gavis hoodie and she accidentally stains it and starts freaking out. Thank uuu and i love ur writing

I Got You (Gavi)

Summary: You need Gavi to come help you after you get yourself into a bad situation.

Warning(s): None

A/N: Thank you so much for the request and for your support! Requests are open. Currently working on The Promises We Keep Pt 2. Also, guys if I haven't done your request yet, don't worry, it probably means it's gonna be a long one.

Word Count: 3.1k+

Masterlist

It was a Saturday night in Barcelona, and you were holed up in your room, feet tucked under you, a knitted blanket over your shoulders as you read over the words in front of you for the hundredth time.

While the city was alight with people getting drinks, dancing, and laughing, you silenced your phone, closed your blinds, and put your headphones on to quiet any outside noises. 

You had decided to stay in this weekend, caught up in writing an essay for your criminal law class that was worth 50% of your grade. Safe to say you did not take it lightly. You had been hunched over your computer for the last nine hours, brain numb and fingers aching as you had tried to come up with a thesis and strong argument for your essay. You had blocked out this weekend to finish the essay, letting everyone know ahead of time not to contact you unless it was an emergency, including Gavi. 

Gavi had been gone for the last couple of days, traveling around Europe for the last leg of La Liga, and he had been adamant about spending as much time with you as he could once he got back - before his summer schedule kicked off. However, that hope was quickly cut short when you informed him you most likely wouldn’t be able to see him at all this weekend due to you being stuck finishing your essay. 

Although he had tried to convince you to change your mind, bribing you with the idea of endless cuddles and then promising to be as silent as possible while you wrote when his first idea didn’t work, you relented, knowing that having him around would be a major distraction, one that you couldn’t afford. 

“I’m sorry Pablo I don’t think I can this weekend. What about Monday?” You asked hopefully. 

He sighed over the phone, his face pulling into a frown, “I can’t. We’re leaving Monday morning for France.”

You bit on your lip, feeling bad, “I’m sorry I just really need to focus this weekend.” 

He nodded, “I get it. It just sucks. I wanted to see you at least once before I’m gone again. But it’s fine – I’ll survive.” He replied dramatically. 

You grinned, “Well I’ll miss you Pablito.” 

“I already miss you.” 

The smile on your face only grew as your heart warmed at his words, “I’ll text you if anything changes. Have a great game, I’ll be watching.” 

He gave you a wink, “Damn gotta show off now that my girls watching.” 

You giggled at him, “Bye Pablo.” 

He mocked your tone playfully, “Bye Y/n.” 

That was last week, and now you were nose deep in your essay, textbooks scattered around you as you looked for possible quotes to strengthen your thesis. You had been so busy scanning the words on the page that you hadn’t noticed your phone buzzing non-stop next to you. 

Once you saw the glow of your phone screen curiosity got the better of you and you flipped it around seeing you had eight missed calls from your best friend. 

Your eyebrows knitted in confusion, it was almost two in the morning, she would for sure be at a club right now, happily dancing the night away with your friends, so why was she consistently calling you? 

The phone buzzed once again and this time you were quick to answer. 

“Hello, Gia, what’s going on?” 

Her voice was slurred on the other end, but you could sense the panic regardless, “Y/n? I don’t know where I am, I was with the others but then I went to the bathroom, and I then couldn’t find anyone anymore. And this guy won’t leave me alone-”

“Gia, where are you? I’ll come get you.” You cut off her rambling, already rushing to put on your shoes, essay long forgotten. 

She hiccupped, “I’m at Macarena. I’m sorry no one else answered.” 

“No, no problem at all. I’m coming right now, Gia. Don’t move. I’m glad you called.” You comforted her. 

The club was only a twenty-minute walk from your house, and seeing as you didn’t have a car or the time to wait for public transport, it was your best option. 

You cursed yourself for not answering sooner as you rushed to get your keys, grabbing a random hoodie on the way out. 

Although summer was beginning to creep into Barcelona, the nights were still chilly with cold winds rushing through the area. 

You sped through the streets, walking with purpose as you finally reached the club. You were severely underdressed for the club wearing a random hoodie and yoga pants. You saw the line for the club was still extremely long, wrapping around the corner and you knew you had no time to waste. 

You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself, you were never one to break any rules or ask for any special favors, but now seemed like a good time to start. 

You walked up to the club bouncer, ignoring the nasty look the guy at the front of the queue was sending you, “Excuse me. I need to get in right away, my friend is inside alone, and I need to help her.” 

You heard the guy next to you scoff. 

The bouncer looked at you unimpressed. “Sorry sweetheart. You want to get to her, you have to wait in line.” 

You relented, “Sir please, just look at my outfit,” you said gesturing to yourself, “clearly, I’m not here to party, I just need to get my friend and leave. You can even come with me!” 

He gave you an apprehensive look, taking in your appearance, “I can’t leave my post.” 

You groaned, “Fine, then can someone else escort me? I can literally call her right now. She’s not in the right head space.” 

He squinted his eyes at you, “You look familiar.” 

It finally clicked. This is where you had gone with Gavi and his team, celebrating after they had won a final a few weeks ago. They had treated you like royalty, blocking off a whole section just for you, the club owner even making an appearance to congratulate the team.

You didn’t like to use the fact that you were dating a well-known athlete as a way to get special privileges but if it meant helping your friend then you would do it. 

“Yeah, I was in VIP a few weeks ago. I know the owner, so please let me in.”

“What’s his name?” 

You racked your brain trying to think of that night, “Santiago. It was Santiago!” You replied, finally remembering. 

The bouncer gave you a once over before he finally nodded begrudgingly, “Fine – but be quick.” 

You heard the other people in line begin to argue but you quickly thanked the bouncer, rushing inside, not wanting to wait long enough for him to change his mind. 

God bless Gavi.

The place was packed, bodies pressed together so closely that you had to squeeze in between heavily making out couples and groups of friends to make your way to the middle. The strobe lights were going crazy, changing every few seconds to the beat of the music. There was a DJ booth twenty feet above the crowd playing EDM Spanish music and the crowd was going insane, chanting along. 

You hit your head on your forehead as you realized you forgot to ask her where she was. 

You pulled out your phone, letting out a breath of relief when she answered, “I’m here Gia. Where are you?” 

“I’m at- I said no, stop, I’m at the bar.” She huffed. You felt your anxiety rise, who was she talking to? 

“Ok, I’m coming.” 

You pushed through the throngs of people, finally spotting the bar, seeing her leaning against the counter, hands flying as she argued with someone. 

You walked towards them hearing the tail end of their conversation, a bad feeling in your stomach.

“Gia!” You yelled, coming to stand next to her. 

She gave you a relieved look, falling into you, the effort of standing up being too much. 

You caught her, hugging her back. 

“Oh wow – two for one. I got a buddy that would love you.” 

You steadied Gia looking up to see the guy she was talking with giving you a smirk. 

You held his gaze, annoyed, “No thanks. We’re leaving now.” 

You went to turn but he caught your wrist pulling you back, the drink in his hand sloshing,

“Woah, don’t go yet, the fun’s just getting started. Look my buddies are in VIP we can hook you up.” 

You yanked your hand away, giving him a disgusted look, “First don’t touch me. Second, we’re leaving.” 

“You’re not leaving.” He persisted. 

You raised an eyebrow, “Fucking watch me.” 

He reached for you again, but you were prepared, grabbing his hand, and flinging it off you, as you weaved into the crowd, ignoring his shouts. 

You let out a breath as you stepped outside of the club, grateful for the cold air after sweating through your hoodie in the packed club. 

You adjusted your hold on Gia, holding her waist as you started the trek back to your apartment. 

She stumbled over her steps as you walked, giggling, “Oh my god Y/n your bleeding!” 

You gave her a confused look, dragging her, “What?” 

She giggled again, reaching for your hoodie, “It’s coming from your stomach, look it’s red!” She pointed at your shirt. 

You looked down and you stopped in your tracks, breath hitching as you began to panic, “Oh shit Gia I’m wearing Gavi’s hoodie!” 

She stopped as well, letting go of you as she plopped onto the ground, staring up at you,

“So?” 

“So? He’s going to be so mad at me. That dick spilled his drink on me. This is a white hoodie – who knows if it will come out?” You stressed.

“It’s-" she hiccupped, “fine.” 

You shook your head, “No It’s not it’s his favorite hoodie, I didn’t even realize I was wearing it. Fuck, I have to clean as soon as we get home.” 

You started walking before you realized she wasn’t following you. 

“Gia?” 

You turned around to see her slumped against the sidewalk, eyes closed. 

You rushed to her side, shaking her, “Gia? Gia, are you okay?” 

She hummed, “I don’t feel so good.” 

“Can you walk? We’re almost halfway there.” You asked, helping her sit up so she was leaning against you. 

She groaned, “I’m going to throw up.” 

You looked around anxiously, unsure of what to do. You had left the main strip of clubs and restaurants, and were now on a back road, walking in an area that was dimly lit and that you weren’t too familiar with. 

“I can call an Uber.” 

You reached into your pocket, cursing yourself as you realized you had forgotten your wallet in the rush to get to the club. 

“Shit, I don’t have my wallet. Do you have yours?” 

“Antonio.” She groaned, leaning her head against your shoulder. 

You let out a huff, contemplating what to do. You attempted to get her to stand up once again, desperate to get out of the area, but she couldn’t stand, and you weren’t strong enough to carry her the rest of the way. You chewed on your lip debating a solution, but you didn’t want to do it unless it was the absolute, last, last resort. 

You spent the next five minutes calling all your friends, but no one answered. You groaned, frustrated, knowing you had run out of options. 

You heard your friend beginning to doze off and you shook her, “Gia stay awake.” 

She moaned, “Y/n I really don’t feel good. I don’t know what’s wrong.” 

Your finger hovered over the contact, and you finally pressed it, feeling the guilt build inside. 

It rang seven times before going to voicemail. You called back. 

On the third ring, the line finally connected, 

“Y/n? Why are you calling me so late?” Gavi’s voice was thick with sleep, his words murmured. 

Hearing his voice sent a pang of relief through you, and suddenly you didn’t feel so alone,

“Gavi I’m sorry. I really need your help.” 

He was up in an instant, wide awake, “What’s wrong?” 

“I’m stuck in the middle of the road with Gia. She got drunk and I went to get her but now I’m worried there’s something wrong. She can’t get up and we’re all alone. I don’t have any money. I called our friends, but no one answered, I-I didn’t know what to do.” You rushed out. 

You heard his breath accelerate on the other end of the line, “Ok don’t worry baby I’m coming. Send me your address, everything’s going to be okay. Just stay on the phone with me.” He reassured you. 

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you, “Thank you so much Gavi.”

You heard his car door open, “Anytime. If anything happens like this again you call me first, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

You stayed on the phone with him, rubbing Gia’s shoulder to comfort her, readjusting her whenever she began to doze off. 

Finally, you saw a familiar car pull onto the street, and you waved your hands, trying to get him to see you. 

The car made a quick turn and then Gavi was rushing out, a worried look on his face, 

“Oh thank god you’re okay. I was so worried.” 

“I’m so sorry for waking you. Thank you for coming.” 

“Y/n stop apologizing.” He said, helping you carry Gia to the car. 

Upon feeling that she was being lifted, her eyes shot open, “Y/n what’s going on?”

She glanced over to her left seeing Gavi before she turned to look at you, it took two seconds for her eyes to widen and then she was whipping her head back, “Gavi? The hell y-you doing here?” 

You giggled at her abruptness, “I had to call for help.” 

She turned to you, snuggling into your shoulder affectionately, “You’re the best Y/n. She was a rockstar today.” She spoke, as you both pushed her into the car. 

Gavi raised his eyebrow at you as you both got in, “A rockstar eh?” 

You rolled your eyes, “She’s just spewing nonsense.” 

Gia groaned in the back, hands clumsily coming to slap your shoulder, “Ehh don’t lie Y/n. You should have seen the way she talked to those guys – even I was scared.” 

You saw Gavi’s grip on the steering wheel tighten, his posture stiffened as he looked over at you,

“Guys? What guys?” 

You opened your mouth to reply but Gia beat you to it. 

“This one guy, he kept trying to get me to come with him, but then Y/n was like no way we’re leaving, and then he started hitting on her, but then he tried to grab her, and she karate chopped his hand! He was so embarrassed!” 

You felt yourself blushing at her recollection of events, “I did not karate chop his hand!” 

“Yes, you did. It was like in midair when he was talking about his friend that liked you, and then I blinked, and it was gone!”

“Did he try anything?” Gavi’s voice was hard, as he looked at you.

You shook your head, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “No don’t worry. We were fine.” 

You felt his body relax under your touch, and one of his hands came to grip your own, “You should have called me sooner. I’m sorry you had to deal with that asshole.” 

You felt your heart flutter at his words, “Don’t worry I handled it. But thank you, next time I will.” 

Soon you were pulling up to your apartment and hauling Gia up your steps. 

“I really wish we had an elevator right now.” Gia groaned as she was being half pulled, half carried up the steps. 

You made eye contact with Gavi after hearing her statement, and you had to bite your cheek not to laugh out loud, 

“You and me both G.”

Finally, you reached your apartment, and all let out a sigh of relief as she fell onto your bed, passing out almost immediately. 

You cringed as you saw her head land centimeters away from the sharp edge of one of your textbooks. 

You reached over, clearing the space so she was able to sleep without the risk of a concussion. 

You looked up once the area was cleaned to see Gavi looking at you intently, a weird expression on his face almost like he was stuck in his thoughts. 

“What? Is everything okay?” You asked unsure, looking down at yourself. 

That’s when you realized. 

You were still wearing his hoodie, the one that had a massive red stain on it now thanks to the jackass at the club. 

You had completely forgotten about it. 

You quickly apologized, “Gavi I’m so sorry. Gia called and I was so worried so I grabbed the first thing I could find – and then the guy kept grabbing me and had this drink – anyways,” you let out a huff, “I’m really really sorry, I can buy you a new one.” 

Gavi stared at you in surprise, shocked by your outburst, “Y/n relax. It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry I know how much you love this sweatshirt.” 

Gavi shook his head slightly smiling, you were just so adorable, and he physically couldn’t hold back the words he’d been dying to say any longer, “I love you more though, so it’s fine.” 

“Wha-what?” You stumbled over your words, clearly not expecting such a big revelation.

“I said I love you.” He said it with so much confidence, almost like he was reciting a fact, something that couldn’t be changed, and you melted a little at how sure he sounded. 

You didn’t know what to say, your brain still playing those three words on a loop. He loved you. He had said it first. 

The silence stretched on and now it was his turn to get nervous, “Is that okay?”

Your mouth was still open in shock, but you quickly recovered, 

“Yo-you love me?” Your voice cracked. 

“Well, yeah… why would I not?” He asked, eyes locked on yours.

You shook your head, a smile gracing your features as you took a step closer to him, “I love you too, and I’m sorry-”

He cut you off with a sweet kiss, pulling you closer into him, as he slid his hands under the sweatshirt, fingers gently squeezing the soft flesh of your hips. 

Your lips moved in sync and your hands went to play with his hair, gently tugging. 

You heard him let out a groan and you bit his bottom lip instinctively. 

He pulled away out of breath, a dazed look in his eyes, “Joder, you can ruin all my hoodies if this is how you apologize.” He muttered breathlessly. 

You rolled your eyes, smiling as he brought you back into him for another kiss. 

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[chvnnie]

Felix’s nose scrunches as his fingers tap aggressively on his keyboard. Up, up. Left, right, left, left. His tongue pokes out, top teeth digging into the muscle as he starts to lose control of the fight. The tiny health bar on the bottom of the screen is turning red, draining with each hit he can’t seem to dodge.

One solid hit from his enemy, and the character on screen crumples into nothing. All bars drained, the screen turning dark as the battle is lost.

SMUT - MINORS DNI

“Fuck.” He curses lowly, pushing the headphones down around his neck. Elbows resting on the desk table, his head finds home in it. The monitor on his right pings over and over, lighting up with comments.

seriously? you lost to that guy?

it’s okay, lix! you did your best!

cuss again, that was sexy

Felix sighs, picking his head back up and muting the chat. The insistent pinging noise makes his head hurt, and after a very frustrating lost, the last thing that would help even out his heart rate is an overflowed chat box.

When he started streaming, he really didn’t expect his channel to sky rocket like this. For a few months, his viewer count stayed low — the average hung out around 50 per stream. It made him happy that anyone really cared to watch, so he wasn’t holding out hope that the number would increase.

Then, a popular streamer shared his channel. Cool, he gained a handful of followers and viewers from that. Another streamer promoted him, stating that not only was he good at the games he played, but his deep voice, pretty freckles, and septum piercing added to the charm of his channel. From there, the viewer count went from a few hundred to a few thousand.

Felix didn’t really care why people were watching, just that they were. If they wanted to listen to him talk, great. If they wanted to watch him play, awesome. It didn’t really matter — not when a new zero was added to his checks monthly.

Most of the time, he has a lot of fun with it. Trying new games, doing all night streams, responding to questions hurled at him during downtown. Rarely was this a stressful gig.

But this stream was one of the few frustrating ones. No matter what the battle, Felix couldn’t pull through. At the beginning, he laughed it off. Can’t win ‘em all! But by hour three, his patience has started to wear thin. Ears tinged red with annoyance, blood pressure raised due to the frustration. He needs to destress.

He needs you.

Rolling up the sleeves of his sweater, Felix puts his headphones back on. “Okay.” He says with a sigh, right hand going for the mouse while the left disappears under his desk. “Let’s try this again.”

While his character runs across the grass fields in search of energy, his fingers wrap around the rough fabric of your leash. For the past hour or so, you’ve been asleep. Curled up under a blanket with your head resting on his sock clad foot.

It’s a nice setup for you — a fluffy mat for you to rest on, spacious with as many blankets as you could want. A little resting place for Felix’s pet, keep him company during the game and helping him out when he needs a break.

And fuck, does he need one.

A few gentle tugs wake you up, the bell of your collar jingling as you start to stir. Once he feels your head move, Felix pats his lap.

You’re a good pet — obedient, well trained. Follows directions perfectly. So you know exactly what he wants when he scoots his chair out a bit so you can kneel comfortably. With a yawn, you reach for the drawstring of his joggers. Felix pets your head, smiling down at you and mouthing a quick “thank you” before his attention turns back to his stream.

His cock is half hard when you pull it out. You wrap your fist around the length, resting your head on your thigh as you slowly start to jerk him off. A happy hum comes from your boyfriend before he starts talking to his audience again, walking them through his plan to finally win against this enemy.

Like his hips aren’t bucking slightly when you squeeze his cock, quickly hardening in your hands. Fuck, he can already feel the stress rolling off him in waves. All thanks to your tight grip and the smooth flick of your wrist.

A bit of precum decorates the head, sparking under the purple LEDs. You had planned to tease him for a bit, working him up until he can’t take it and manhandles you. But you can’t help the way your mouth waters, needing the taste of him on your tongue.

Felix exhales a shaky breath with your lips wrap around the head of his cock, tongue drawing circles on the slit to lap up the cum. “Hm? Oh, I’m good.” He says, responding to a comment on the stream. “Just got the chills.”

You smile, ego boosted that just a little bit of your mouth can get him so worked up. You pull off his cock for a brief second, spitting in the length before you take more of him. If there’s anything Felix loves, it’s sloppy head.

Especially when there’s an (unknowing) audience.

It’s getting harder to focus on the game, spacing out as you start to deep throat him. Though you’re muffling the sounds, it’s hard to miss the way you choke when he hits the back of your throat. The messy sound of slurping as more salvia covers his length.

Fuck, it’s dripping down to his balls. He’s going to lose his cool.

Trying to mask a moan with a cough, Felix moves his character onto the next location, seeking out an enemy to battle. “Where should we go next?” He moves closer to the microphone, making sure that the only thing it picks up is your voice and not the jingle of your bell. “I was thinking-fuck-m-maybe-“

You’ve started to bob your head faster, a hand cupping his balls and smothering the spit across them. That, mixed with the way your tongue is swirling around the length, has pushed him over the edge.

“I’ll be back.” He mumbles, quickly shutting off the microphone and switching the screen to a standby slide. Once he double checks that everything is turned off, he throws his headphones on the desk and lets his head hit the back of his chair. “God-fucking-damn.”

Felix’s fingers lace through your hair, helping move your head a little faster over his cock. Fuck, this is euphoric. This isn’t the first time you’ve blown him during a stream, but it is the first time that he’s had to pause it because of your mouth.

He’s dizzy. Sweating. So close to the edge that he could almost cry.

“That’s it, puppy.” Moans are intertwining with his words, deep voice becoming pitchier with need. “Doing so good, fuck-“

The praise just makes you more eager, squeezing his balls a little harder. You don’t let up, even as your boyfriend tugs on your hair, taking control of the movements. His hips move quickly, nose pressed against his pubic bone as he fucks your face.

“Want a treat, huh?” He says breathlessly, cock twitching in your mouth.

You nod eagerly, looking up to meet his dark eyes. A part of you wishes his viewers could see him like this — flushed, sweaty, fucked out. All because of you.

The eye contact doesn’t waver even as he fills your mouth, cum rolling down your throat. Your eyes flutter shut, savoring the feeling of it’s warmth. There’s so much of it, a steady flow pooling in your mouth. Once he’s sure he’s done, Felix pulls out, letting you swallow it whole.

Patting your cheek, he gives you a warm smile.

“Go back to sleep. I’m sure I’ll lose again.”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #lee felix smut #felix smut

[s0lam33y]

riri williams hcs

she loves reading, she’s always ready some psychology book and she always lets you lay in her arms while she’s reading. [she lights candles in her room while she reads too]

her garage is your second home, she lets you have your own little area and you always watch her work from there.

Scenario 1:

you sit next to her as you watch her work, holding a wrench in hand and waiting for her to command you to hand it over. She can’t see you since she’s beneath a car but you can definitely see her. Her toned arms and her abs peeking because her shirt is lifting up.

You glance at your little corner of the garage, there’s a little mini fridge, a small carpet with a bean bag on top.

“Gimme me the wrench, ma,” She orders and you do. But she pauses briefly as it disappears under the car along with her hand.

“Wrong size, baby,” She chuckles as she slides out and stands up.

Her arm secured around your waist and she kisses your shoulder.

“If you really wanna help me out, go sit there and look pretty f’me, I’ll see you on my break.” She says while watching you roll your eyes.

she’s always laying in a bean bag in the garage.

she loves herself an oversized suit but doesn’t really mind wearing a dress. [she owns so many sets of grills it’s insane]

she loves putting her thumbs in the dimple of your backs, and rubbing up on your thighs.

she loves watching criminal minds.

You always find her taking a bath when you walk into her dorm. Always. And she’s always scrolling through her phone.

when the two of you go to Chicago, she’s always in a white shirt and some overalls because she’s fixing cars for extra cash.

Walks around your or her dorm in baggy sweats with the band of her boxers showing and a sports bra at all times.

She’s a gym rat….I need to be put down

doesn’t matter of small or big you are, she can pick you up and doesn’t mind it either.

Her style is immaculate and consists of cargo pants, shorts paired with either tight shirts/ crop Tops or loose tops, whichever fits the weather. She always has the best shoes and buys you any pair you want.

She’s rather sleep than go out and when her friends ask her to hang out, she begs you to say y’all got plans.

She loves to lay her head on your thighs and lap. Or your chest, whichever you’re in the mood for.

She always massages you, whether it’s a simple rubbing of your thighs or her straddling your back while you watch your favorite show.

Scenario 2:

Riri’s hands work into your back as you continue to watch T.V. You can feel her eyes on the screen and you look back only to find her wide eyes glued to the screen. Her hands pause as she continues to watch and you ache for her to continue.

“Sorry, baby,” She grins.

She’s always driving you around, whether it’s five minutes away or five hours away.

When she plays her video games, she puts it down when you come in and pisses all her friends off because they’re mid-game.

“Yo, ri, man, c’mon, get the girl later! We’re close!” One of Riri’s friends groans over her headphones.

You had walked past her in shorts and she had grabbed you before you had a chance to get any further.

Now you’re straddling her and her hands are on your ass like there’s no tomorrow.

“Nah, the game can wait, I’ll come back tomorrow.” She says, cutting them off as she slides her headphones and tosses them God knows where while lifting you up.

She doesn’t like showers together, she’d much rather have a bath with you. But she won’t bathe till she showers.

She’s not a FaceTime girl because of how packed her schedule can be, she’s rather text than anything else. So when you miss her, you’ll have to settle for texting.

She’s made you your own gauntlet before and it shoots out bubbles because she don’t trust yo ass to actual firearms.

50 % of y’all’s hangouts are in her dorm room that’s basically yours because of how often you come by.

On your birthday, She rewrites your cards over and over because she’s not the best with putting how she feels on paper.

She’s all about grand gestures since she ain’t good with her words. She’ll take you to a field of flowers, a high-end restaurant, she’s done ridiculous shit like pull up yo your house with a boombox as an apology.

Her favorite show is insecure, idk I feel like she’d love that show.

She’s always telling you she loves you.

A/n: Ive been too drained to write a full length story for x reader and shuriri, please enjoy this in the mean time!

#black panther #riri williams #riri x reader #riri williams x reader #ironheart #ironheart x reader

[layingatyourfeet]

unforgettable 

hizashi yamada x reader

cw: fluff, established relationship, radio show host Mic, both Mic and reader are UA teachers, absolutely self-indulgent because i’m soft for this man

wc: 947 words

every friday night in your household is the same. Yamada is peppering your face with kisses and you are trying to push him away, shoving a mug with freshly brewed coffee and bento with his favourite sugary snacks in his hands. pressing the last quick kiss to his lips you kick him out of your apartment, screaming “you’re gonna be late, idiot! your listeners are waiting!” and slamming the door shut trying to contain your laughter.

30 minutes later you put the headphones on and tune in to listen to his radio show.

every friday night he tells you to not stay up all night to listen to him, you have the unlimited subscription to his voice after all, and you just put on the most serious face and nod in agreement. and yet you both know that you’re gonna be up, listening to him, doing errands around the house, grading homework during commercial breaks, taking a bath when the show is about to end and crawling under the covers by the time he comes back home.

this night is no different and you feel giddy when your hear Yamada’s voice, just as hyper as when he’s at school talking to his students.

“weeell heeello hello hello my dear listeners! this is Put Your Hands Up! radio and your loyal host Present Mic! how are we feeling this friday night? my little helpers told me that you wanted the theme of tonight to be LOVE? oh listeners, is that what the sakura season does to you? well, i would gladly oblige but only if you promise me to PUT! YOUR! HANDS! UP! to hug someone you love! and don’t forget to call to talk about love and send your requests! aaand OFF WE GO!”

god he’s goofy. goofy in the best, warmest way you could imagine and you smile at the thought that both his loud, goofy, eccentric and tender, soft, loving sides are all yours.

almost every song is a request from his listeners: a guy telling that he’s gonna propose to his girlfriend in 2 weeks, an elderly woman asking to put on the song she had her first dance to with her husband 50 years ago, a bunch of teenagers asking for a loud love song they can dance to, a song to daydream about their crush to, a song to show that they feel like they love the whole world tonight, a song that feels like being in love… it’s a non-stop stream of love stories of any sorts, and if someone isn’t asking for anything specific he picks the best ones for the listeners mood.

you listen to every question, answering them as if you were his co-host, and you’re almost too caught up in your talk to the bathroom mirror when you hear the next question.

the voice on the other side of the line is so unsure it makes you feel for the person calling.

“hello, m-mister Present Mic. i n-need your advice. i gave my classmate chocolates for the valentine’s day, and and and white day is coming soon and i’m worried he won’t understand or he won’t return my feeling or, or, or i don’t know and i just need your advice” this voice is oddly familiar. distorted by the phone and radio waves, you still hear someone you already know. well, at least if you were hosting the show together Yamada would’ve reacted way faster than you, just like he did right now. “come on, listener, i know that having a crush could be terrifying, but i also know that you’re extremely brave because you’ve already done your part and confessed your feelings! you know, even if he won’t return them, i want you to keep being brave and keep showing this world your love. but i will cross my fingers for the next four days and hope he’ll say yes! is there a song you want to request for tonight? and OI! if he’s your classmate, aren’t you up too late?” he finishes with a quick laugh. his voice was surprisingly soft for this whole speech and you can’t help but wonder, did he see himself in that listener? was he reminiscing about his school days? “i will go to bed right after the song! i promise!” the unsure stutter is gone, and she sounds absolutely relieved. “i… can i request heroes by david bowie?” “coming right up, listener! enjoy and don’t forget what i told ya! keep being a hero with a big loving heart!”

and it all clicks. you know this girl. she’s your student and you can’t help but wonder if Yamada recognised her voice. and you know that you’re gonna root for her, even tho you know love could be quite cruel to both heroes and quirkless people alike. but you also know that without love none of you would’ve become the people you are now.

“and i would love to end this beautiful night with a song of my choice”, Yamada’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “it’s unforgettable by nat king cole, i hope you enjoy and don’t forget that love is what keeps us moving forward. see ya next week, listeners! Mic signing off!”

by the time Yamada comes back home, you’re about to go to bed. he’s puts two paper cups of coffee and some fresh pastry on the table, smiling apologetically. “i know the coffee is pretty shitty, but that’s the only thing i found this early” “it’s my favourite one” you smile, wrapping your arms around his waist, placing a soft kiss on his jawline.

and yes, you do think that he’s unforgettable too.

#hizashi yamada x reader #present mic x reader #present mic fluff #bnha fluff #mha fluff

[udovaintomyheart]

Ways you can help get Shadow and Bone S3 + Six Of Crows Spinoff

Stream Shadow and Bone S2 on Netflix:

this is the most obvious and yet time consuming way that you can help. it is rumored that Netflix values completion rate, hours watched, rewatch rate, and number of new viewers. This means it would be best if you could get friends and family who might not have seen the show before to watch it all the way through.

If that isn't possible, the next best thing we can do is stream! This means to watch the second season all the way through, start to finish. You don't have to physically be watching of course, you can have it playing on a device in the background as you work, clean, cook, ect.

Ideally, the volume on your device should be more than half. You can use headphones if you don't want to hear the sound, or place it in a different room. Just remember to check up on the device every 2-3 hours to make sure it is still playing the show.

From my experience, Netflix will stop the season at the beginning of episode 4 if you haven't been jiggling the mouse or adjusting the volume, brightness, ect. So, I just change the subtitles or brightness every now and then to make sure Netflix believe I am actively watching the show.

How to stream on PC/computer:

Go to Netflix.com (you can use the Netflix app but you won't be able to mute the tab if you do it that way)

Choose Shadow and Bone S2 Ep 1 and let your device play through it. You want the sound on the Netflix tab itself to be higher than 50%.

Now that you have it playing, you can mute the tab on your device (I use Google Chrome but, I'm sure other browsers allow you to mute as well!)

To mute the tab:

right-click the tab, and then you will see "mute site". go ahead and click on that.

Tablet/Phone:

Go to the Netflix App

Click on Shadow and Bone season 2 and start from episode 1 at the beginning.

Because there is no way to mute the tab, just use headphones or put the device somewhere if the sound bothers you.

You might also want to keep your device connected to a charger as it can drain the battery a little.

please continue to stream shadow and bone! and start if you haven't already.

TV:

Go to Netflix on your remote/application

Play Shadow and Bone s2 all the way through

This is best if you are cooking or something where you can hear the show from the other room and can click "continue watching" when need be.

Other ways to help:

Say you are unable to stream, that's ok! There are other ways you can help Netflix know that we want Shadow and Bone renewed for a third season and a Six Of Crows Spin Off.

Use hashtags! Rumor has it that Netflix cares most about Twitter, so please use that platform the most if you can. (I know that is a tall ask haha) Here are some super important ones:

#Shadow and Bone

#Six Of Crows Spin Off

#SOC Spin Off

Talk about it on Social Media:

Whatever platform you use, please share Shadow and Bone content, like, comment, put the posts on your stories, make edits, talk about the plot, what you liked, what you didn't, just talk about the show!

Join the watchparty:

This is more like a blend of the two ways to help. Kanej Breakdown on Twitter hosted a watch party on April 1st and 2nd and it went super well! The idea was we all watch using a Google Chrome Extension called Teleparty (you can also just watch the episodes listed for that day at that time if you don't have PC/ Google Chrome) and tweet using the hashtags listed above. This allows so many tweets to be sent under those hashtags, and gets it trending. They are hosting another watchparty today as well as this weekend.

We want to stay as high as possible to finish out these 28 days (important for Netflix's renewal system) so, please, please if you are able STREAM!!

#shadow and bone netflix #shadow and bone #six of crows #shadow and bone s2 #shadow and bone season 2 #sab #s&b #sab s2 #sab season 2 #s&b season 2 #shadow and bone s3 #shadow and bone season 3 #six of crows spin off #six of crows spinoff #soc #soc spin off #soc spinoff #shadow and bone watchparty #kanej breakdown #netflix streaming #streaming guide #grishaverse

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

I need to know more about the 1920s and 1840s cookbooks if you are willing to share! How did you acquire them?

What recipes have you tried and how did they turn out?

Any fun (mis)adventures with them? (Ingredients not sold any more or that don't mean what they meant back then, etc)

Gladly!

(Edit: I am putting this under a cut, as it has gotten very long!)

(I apologise for the state of my phone camera! I tried my best! You drop your phone in a wet trench and it's never the same after...)

So, a few years ago I ended up helping at the bring and buy book shop that ran in my local village, where I was mostly the muscle who hauled around, went through and put out the boxes of books that would get donated (and there were a lot!)

The idea of going through the donations was to weed out books that weren't able to be sold on, whether they were in too poor a condition (mouldy, incomplete), something we already have a million copies of (50 shades), or just wholly unsuitable! (I'll leave that to your imagination!) I didn't mind doing it as I could just pop in my headphones and zone out for a couple of hours.

So, there I was one Saturday, listening to my tunes and sorting through donations when I came across a very old, grungy book, held together with sticky tape and with only its front cover. Now, old books fascinate me, so I opened it up to the copyright page and almost fell over when I read MDCCCXL - 1840! At that point I knew this thing was coming home with me! And for a grand total of 25p, it did!

If you can't see what the cover says, it's 'Domestic Cookery By A Lady.' This is also repeated on the copyright page.

Look! Isn't it awesome? Now, I would love to show you every page, but there's a lot, and I'm showing you two books, so you'll just get the highlights, I'm afraid.

First things first though, here's something that I love about this book.

See that? The pages all still have indents from the printing press, even after 183 years!

The contents! As you can see, this book covers a lot! It's not just recipes. There's directions on carving, guidence on servants ('One is never to retain a cook who is not fond of her occupation.' for instance, and 'A servant must possess a natural regard for cleanliness, or all the pains in the world will never render her cleanly.'), guidence for servants (aka, how to clean everything!) a wide variety of recipes as well as how to pick the best produce and when certain things are in season.

And just as this book couldn't get any more awesome, it's got pictures too!

Go look at that last picture again for me. You see those dark splodges on the right of the page? Know what they are? They're fingerprints! Fingerprints! Proof that somebody touched and used this book all those years ago! You can't tell me that's not awesome!

I will admit that I have not tried any recipes out of this book, so no misadventures, but I love reading them. There are some that I'm not sure I'd even want to try!

Stuffed cod's head, anyone?

Mock turtle soup?

Of course, if you want real turtle, there's also how to kill and prepare one of them...

How to make coffee.

Also, how big is this blooming cake!?

Not to mention the time it will take!

Anyway, Tumblr has a photo limit on posts and I still have another book to show you, so I will leave you with this final remark on cooking for the poor, especially the bit about the crust of bread.

Mmm, yum!

Onto the next book!

It came from the same place as the last, but this time at the grand cost of 30p! (Inflation, y'know?)

This one is a cookery textbook from Strathearn College, Edinburgh. Copyright page says 1925. Cool, right? Ah, but it gets better!

Ann Burlt Oct 9th 1929. She's the original owner of this book! And she made lots of notes, too!

At a guess, these were her favourite recipes, what page they were on and how many eggs they required.

And one she didn't like! I was pretty sure that there was one recipe that was crossed out with a NO! next to it, but I couldn't find it, so maybe I was wrong.

She also amended some recipes:

Additionally, there's also a few extra special things in this book too that I at least got very excited over:

Bookmarks! This one is a scrap of newspaper, sadly no date on it.

A mini booklet regarding changes to telephone charges. Now, remember that this cookbook is from the 1920s.

Look at the second paragraph on the left. 1970. 1970! This book was still being used in 1970!

And this one, which doubles as both a recipe and a bookmark! And must have been in that book for a while as it's stained the page!

I have tried one recipe out of this one, which was a Roly Poly and was very tasty! I would show you but it would seem I have one more image I can add to this post, so instead I will use it to show you something I never, ever, want to have to try, ever!

Sardine Eclaires? Really?

Excuse me while I go quietly vomit somewhere...

Anyway! Thanks for the ask! I love being able to show these off and wildly flail about things that I think are interesting, and I hope you enjoyed the ride too!

#asks #antique cookbooks #history #heather goes on a special interest ramble and drags you along with her #these two books are the best 55p i have ever spent #and one day i will get that 1840s one restored when i can afford it #i don't dare to take off the sticky tape for fear of damaging it

[foxgloveinspace]

Please always ramble in the tags 😭🫶🏼✨ reading tags are some of my favorite things, esp yours tbh

I hope your weekend was good dude! And I hope your migraine fucks off quicklyyy!

I’m trying to get some studying done today, it’s not working yet, but I’m trying!

PS link for your 14K FIC?!?! FUCKIN DUDE THATS AWESOME IM SO PROUD AND SO HAPPY FOR YOUUU!!!

@a-little-lynx

Good Luck Studying!! I hope you find your groove, and it goes really well!! This is my favorite rain noise video on youtube if you like those, I put it on when I need to drown out the rest of the world for reading, haha.

My migraine is already going away a bit, I turned off my headphones, even tho I was listening to The Summoning as a little, 'its been one year since i heard you' celebration, but I can do that later too.

I would link it, but its not posted yet🙇, I'm waiting till it's done before I post it, cause I have discovered through trial and error that that is best for me (*looks sadly at my now mostly abandoned Dune fic that I will finish one of these days but I don't know when it'll be.*)

I don't even know if I'm half way done with it even, I don't even know if I'm gonna post it as chapters? or post it as a really long one shot (but from what I hear, it's best to do it as chapters cause if you get passed 50k you can't edit it after posting, oof. I always forget tags). I think if i do, do chapters, I just finished the first one, haha. It's like, a dream come true though? cause SamTron/SamRinzler is one of my longest running ships (I'd go as far to call it my rare pair otp, haha) and Tron: Legacy is my favorite movie of all time, and I've wanted to write a long as fuck fic for them for years and years and years, so now that I'm finally doing it!!! Ugh. I'm just. so giddy about it, and I hope I am getting their characters right (even tho I've watched the movie about 50 times at this point and have the freaking.... script memorized at this point.) And!!! Yeah.... I'm so happy about it... I'm also being so so self indulgent with it (for me this means adding in little details that don't really matter, like the fact that Sam keeps body armor drinks in his fridge instead of like Gatorade, or that Quorra is a picky eater now that she can, ya know, actually taste things besides Energy on the Grid...... I am uhh, assuming you've watched Tron/Tron: Legacy Cass, if not its a-ok, I just realized some of this makes no since haha.) I am just.... really getting into it?

I'm also trying to keep the main plot under covers until I post it, cause I feel like the anticipation of keeping it sceret will motivate me to beign able to finish it!

#hihi!!! #a-little-lynx #i mean.... if you want I can send you a link to my most popular fic?? it's about 36k long. I just don't know if you'd like the ship haha. #theres a an age gap (but everyone involved is of age in my fic!! I don't write about anything but adults!) #and the ship is controversial in the main part of the fandom. but its 1158 kudos and 318 bookmarks and its my little baby I'm so proud of < #It's even on page one now when you sort by kudos!!! that's such a big deal in fandom haha. #I want to go back and write the little one shots I have planned in that universe but I don't have the motivation for it sadly... maybe in #the spring I'll have the motivation #oh...its uhhh its a Luke x Percy fic. Idk if you ever read PJO #A lot of people hate Luke and any Luke ship. Idk....... the fic kinda possessed me when I was writing it haha. much like this tron one is. #anywayyyyyyyy. #it's a super soft fluffy falling in love with your enemy when he's no longer your enemy fic. 'hes seen the worst parts of me and decided I #am still worthy of love' ect ect. It also takes place mostly in a coffee shop! and it's just.... cozy fluffy winter christmas vibes haha. #uhhhhh.... yeah... idk. #lots of rambles about lots of things this time haha

[bi-galacticgargleblaster]

Yooo are you looking for a new phone (in the UK) but have no idea where to start?

Martin Lewis (like with so many other things) has your back with this:

There are A Ton of filters (whether it has a headphone jack, screen size, release date, etc) and you can specifically search for refurbished phones to reduce the environmental impact of getting a new phone (they're much cheaper also)

I used it to get a replacement for my fairphone 3 because much as I love the sustainability principles of the fairphone, it does kinda suck as a phone and I can't afford £600+ to upgrade to their newest one

My new (to me) phone cost under £160 (including postage and a screen protector add on) and was super easy to choose because I could filter for exactly what I was looking for. Other sites I was looking at had the same refurbished phone listed for £250+

If you're looking for something simple then you can get phones for well under £50, and if you're looking for something very high end and new then you can still make sure you're getting it from the place that'll give you the best price

#useful #ref #mobile phone #Martin Lewis

[cg29fics]

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Countdown to the final chapter - 4 - left to go. You can also read the complete fic on Ao3 or FFNet - CreativeGirl29

Previous: Chapter 50, Goodbyes.

Chapter 51. Persuasion.

Virgil released a heavy sigh, as he glanced around his empty ward room. It was only 5am, his father was currently at the hotel and getting some much-needed rest. It had been agreed between them both that Jeff would spend the evenings at the hotel, under the condition that if he was to have a nightmare he would contact his dad via his watch. Virgil had stuck to this arrangement, knowing that if he didn’t his dad would find out via one of the nurses and he would then refuse to leave him alone. The reason he was awake now though wasn’t because he’d been having any bad dreams, it was because he had woken up in pain an hour before, one of the night nurses had given him some pain relief straight away but unfortunately, he hadn’t yet fallen back asleep.

Instead Virgil lay there pondering the past 3 days that had passed since his brothers and grandma had flown back to Tracy Island. For Virgil it had felt like a lot longer. Boredom had quickly settled in without his brothers for company, his father had done his best to keep him occupied but it wasn’t the same as having four brothers and their constant chatter nearby. He certainly hadn’t regretted insisting that they return home. Especially, since they had been called out on a mission within 6 hours of announcing International Rescue were back in business. Virgil had begun to naturally worry about his siblings being out on the field without sufficient rest. However, Jeff had helped with the anxiety he had been feeling by having the communications from the rescue fed through to both of their watches.

Releasing another deep breath in frustration at the lack of sleep he had gotten, Virgil racked his head for some way to stop his wondering mind. Looking at his bedside table, Virgil smiled when he received the answer he was looking for. Pulling the bear that Alan had gifted him into his arms, Virgil pressed the belly of the aptly named ‘Ally Bear’ and chuckled when it growled back. He then reached out and picked up his music player, put the headphones in, and turned it on. Virgil smiled as he breathed in the magical sound of Liszt’s, La Campanella. Then pulling his Ally Bear into his arms, Virgil closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

… …

8am:

‘Well, would you look at that.’ Jeff said to himself, when he stepped into his sons’ private room. Virgil was fast asleep, his arm was wrapped tightly around the bear which clung to his chest, while his headphones remained in his ears and his music player rested on the bed, and a carefree smile adorned his face. Watching Virgil sleeping like this, Jeff couldn’t help casting his mind back to when his son was very young and would carry his childhood toy Boo Bear everywhere. The thing was practically attached to him and it became a nightmare to prise it away when they needed to wash the thing. Jeff chuckled to himself as the memories of his son as young boy continued to conjure in his mind.

“I bet you wished you had a camera?” Doctor Sylvia said, bringing Jeff out of his thoughts.

“He would probably throttle me if I took a picture,” Jeff chuckled, greeting Gerry with a friendly handshake, “how was he during the night?”

Gerry opened the file he held in his hand. “He woke around 4am needing pain relief.”

“Oh!”

Gerry placed his hand supportively on Jeff’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Virgil only came off the intravenous drugs yesterday morning, he will get used to the pills, it will just take time.”

“I know,” Jeff sighed, “I just hate seeing him in any pain.”

“That I can understand!”

“He keeps trying to hide it from me, last night he insisted that he had been okay, and the tablets were working.”

“He’s trying to protect you?”

Jeff nodded. “Kids! They are so reliant on us as children, but as soon as they realise we’re not indestructible they start trying to do everything they can to protect us… Plus, Virgil’s got that damn Tracy pride!”

“The double whammy!” Gerry chuckled.

“Yep!”

Gerry pointed to Virgil. “Looks like he’s stirring.”

Jeff moved over to Virgil’s bed and dropped into the chair, smiling as he watched his son yawn and open his eyes, and immediately become embarrassed by being found with the bear in his arms. “Morning.”

“Morning dad,” Virgil said, trying to suppress a yawn and hide the bear at the same time, “morning Doc.”

“Good morning Virgil,” Gerry replied.

“So, what’s the days schedule?” Virgil asked, finally managing to stuff the bear under the blanket.

“Well,” Gerry began, trying to suppress his laughter, “we’ve got you booked in for some light physio on your shoulder later this morning, followed by some routine checks on your back and legs.”

“Any idea when I’ll be able to get the leg casts and this back support off?”

“I’m afraid they will have to stay on for several more weeks yet,” Gerry confirmed.

Jeff squeezed Virgil’s hand softly. “You can’t rush your recovery son.”

“I know… It’s just, I really want to go home!”

“Unfortunately, with the severity of your leg fractures and back injuries, that won’t be happening for a while.” Gerry explained

“Oh!” Virgil sighed, the disappointment on his face evident.

“I’m sorry I can’t give you better news.”

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault,” Virgil replied. “I guess I’m just a bit homesick... How long have I been here anyway?”

“Nearly two and a half weeks!” Jeff stated.

“Is that all?” Virgil questioned. “Feels like I’ve been here for months!”

“Mm, it certainly does,” Jeff agreed.

“We could change the scenery for you, well at least for a short time,” Gerry suggested.

“How?” Virgil and Jeff both asked.

“Well, you are completely free this afternoon. If you’re feeling up to it Virgil, and since it’s such a nice day, then we can sort you out a wheelchair.” Gerry acknowledged Jeff. “You can take him outside to the hospitals gardens and have lunch together.”

“Sounds good to me, what do you think?” Jeff said, glancing towards Virgil.

Virgil smiled and nodded enthusiastically at his father.

“Good,” Gerry responded, “now, do you need any medication?”

Virgil shook his head. “Pains not too bad.”

“Define, not too bad?” Jeff questioned

“Around a three.”

“Virgil, you told me the same yesterday evening and I know you needed some pain relief in the night.”

“Oh,” Virgil replied, “you know about that?”

“Yes, I do!” Jeff scolded. “Virgil, you shouldn’t keep hiding how much pain you’re in!”

“Sorry dad... It’s just… I don’t want you to worry.”

“I’m afraid you can’t stop the worrying, no matter what you tell me. It’s been ingrained in me ever since I became a father!” Jeff informed him. “Now, how bad is it really?”

“Promise not to freak out?”

“How bad?” Jeff questioned, a look of concern creeping onto his face.

“Around a six, maybe slightly more.”

“Right, I’ll go and get you some pain killers,” Gerry said, leaving the room.

Virgil looked at his father apologetically. “Sorry.”

Jeff shook his head at Virgil, while stroking his hand through his hair. “Don’t be!”

… …

After Virgil had been given his medication, a nurse had entered to help him get washed up. While this was taking place, Jeff had decided to exit the ward room and go and speak privately with Doctor Sylvia. “There’s absolutely no chance that he can come home?”

Gerry shook his head. “I’m sorry Jeff, I can understand that after everything he’s been through you want to get him back home, and yes, it would probably help with the emotional healing. Nevertheless, he still needs a lot of medical help with his physical recovery.”

“What kind of things?” Jeff enquired.

“Quite a lot!” Gerry sighed. “Are you sure you want to know?”

Jeff nodded. “Please tell me.”

“Firstly, there’s his back fracture, which will need to be frequently examined. Secondly, because of the break he suffered to his legs, and being treated for compartment syndrome, we will need to run consistent checks and scans. Plus, we really don’t want him putting any weight on his legs for quite some time yet, so he will be confined to a bed, soft chair or when necessary a wheelchair… And unfortunately, that’s not everything!”

“What else?” Jeff asked, almost afraid to know the answer.

Gerry looked at him sympathetically. “Virgil’s ribs are still healing, the other cuts and bruises he suffered may have nearly disappeared but we really should keep an eye on some of the ones that haven’t, and we will need to continue with the light physio on his right shoulder. Finally, there’s the pain that he’s very obviously suffering from because of all these injuries.”

Jeff grew quiet contemplating what Gerry had said, eventually he decided to speak. “We have a lot of medical equipment back on the island, we couldn’t have managed with his initial injuries, but maybe we can now.”

Gerry shook his head. “I’m sorry Jeff, even if you do have the equipment to treat him, do you have anyone who has the experience and the know how to look after him?”

“Well, usually any medical help comes from Virgil and Brains.”

“Brains, is that his real name?” Gerry questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s a nickname that stuck,” Jeff said, with a slight laugh, “and he definitely lives up to it!”

“So, this Brains would be able to follow any medical instructions we were to give him?”

“Yes,” Jeff confirmed.

“Mm… Well, I’m willing to talk to him and see how much knowledge he does have, would that be possible?”

“Definitely!” Jeff nodded enthusiastically, feeling like he was finally winning Gerry over.

“Okay, then I’ll speak to him, but I’m not promising anything,” Gerry said firmly, “Virgil’s health comes first!”

“I completely agree!”

“So, if I don’t feel that Brains would be able to handle everything then we agree to keep Virgil here a little bit longer?”

Jeff nodded his agreement and then checked his watch. “I’ll contact Brains now, and tell him to expect your call.”

Gerry smiled at Jeff’s enthusiasm. “You’re eager!”

“It’s just… I really want my boy back home!” Jeff stated, before glancing towards Virgil’s ward room. “Gerry… Can we please keep this to ourselves for the moment?”

“Yes, of course,” Gerry responded. “Any particular reason why?”

“I don’t want him to get his hopes up… And if you do say yes, then it would be a wonderful surprise for him!”

“No problem Jeff, I’ll let you know my verdict as soon as I can.”

… …

Later that afternoon:

Virgil held his breath in anticipation as his father pushed him towards the automatic doors which led to the gardens. He hadn’t realised how much he had missed the outdoors. The feeling of the sun shining down upon him, the soft breeze blowing through his hair, or the beauty of birds, butterflies and other insects flying by. Now, though as doors slid open and the sights, sounds, and sweet summer smells hit him with their full force, he suddenly realised what he had almost lost.

“There are some great sights for you to draw here!” Jeff grinned, stopping by a bench which overlooked the flower garden.

“Mm… Yes,” Virgil mumbled.

Puzzled by his son’s response, Jeff looked down at Virgil and frowned with dismay when he saw the tears he was shedding. “Virg, what’s wrong?”

Virgil sniffed back the tears. “It just fully hit me… How much was so nearly taken away!”

“But it wasn’t!” Jeff assured him.

“I know,” Virgil replied, wiping his eyes, “I’m crying because I still get a chance to experience all of this!”

“Are you sure?” Jeff asked, sitting himself down on the bench and taking his sons hands.

“Yes dad,” Virgil nodded. “these are tears of happiness!”

Jeff beamed at him and held him in his arms for a short time before sitting himself back up. “Now how about some food?”

Virgil grinned at his dad. “Yes please, I’m starving!”

Two hours passed by with father and son eating and chatting away, until Virgil began to grow tired and slipped into a restful sleep. Jeff had remained outdoors with him, happily watching as he silently slept. Eventually, realising this wasn’t the short nap he’d expected it to be, Jeff gathered their things and began to bring Virgil back to his room. Stopping when he saw Gerry Sylvia making his way towards them.

“Hello,” Gerry whispered, so as not to disturb Virgil, “how was the outing?”

Jeff smiled. “Really good, thank you for suggesting it.”

“No problem,” Gerry replied, “are you heading back to the room?”

“Yes,” Jeff said, “I think the fresh airs going to keep him asleep for some time!”

“Let’s walk and talk then,” Gerry suggested, taking the wheelchair for Jeff so he could manage the bag he held.

“So, have you spoken to Brains then?” Jeff questioned, once they had entered the lift which would take them back to the ward.

“Yes, and I can understand now why he got his nickname.”

Jeff released a light laugh. “If it wasn’t for that man, I don’t know how I would have ever realised my dream for International Rescue.”

Gerry nodded as they both exited the lift. “Well, he certainly as fantastic knowledge of the medical field.”

Jeff grinned at Gerry. “Does this mean what I think it does?”

“Yes,” Gerry confirmed. “Virgil’s going home!”

#thunderbirds fanfiction #cg29fics #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds original series #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #thunderbirds fandom #tagficgone #virgil tracy #Jeff Tracy #thunderfam

[pics-and-fanfics]

I’m not safe

Here’s a full recount of the events that happened earlier after I got home that led me to cry for somewhere around 15-30 minutes

1. My mother comes into the living room, where I’m watching a YouTube video on my phone, headphones in

2. She tries to play with me (she was bullying me)

3. She yanks my earbud out of my ear then runs off (I should remind u she’s like 51-ish)

4. I go to look for her

5. I find her in the kitchen a minute or two later

6. I tell her to give me my earbud back

7. She takes it OUT OF HER FUCKING EAR! AND HANDS IT TO ME!

8. I find my drink under the living room table

9. I can’t find my phone (seconds after the drink)

10. I go back to her, telling her to give me my phone back

11. She runs off

12. I chase her, and grab the back of her shirt to keep a hold of her

13. I let go for two (2) seconds

14. She tries to run off again

15. I chase after and grab her shirt again

16. I get my phone back

17. I look for my headphone case

18. I go to the kitchen to tell her to give it back

19. She tries to gaslight me

20. I tell her, multiple times, to give it back

21. She goes to the bathroom

22. I go to the living room

23. She comes in, headphone case in her hand

24. I tell her to give it to me

25. She says no

26. I walk up to her, getting in her face (as close as I can bc I’m shorter than her)

27. She puts her other hand up, and I push it down

28. She slaps my hand

29. This repeats x2 more times

30. I have to give her a hug to get my headphone case back

31. I do it, and i get my headphone case

32. She thinks it’s funny to squish me and I try to twist away bc she’s choking me

33. I sit down after she leaves the living room, calling my best friend

34. I start talking to her

35. My mom says “awww, are you tattling on me to my mommy?” (Mocking me, bc that’s who I used to call before I learned she couldn’t keep her mouth shut)

36. I tell her I’m taking to my bestie (I’ll call her Madison for this)

37. (Remember I’ve got my earbuds in, on a call w/ Madison)

38. My mom starts going ballistic, accusing me of hiding her phones (1 personal, 1 work)

39. I tell her I didn't

40. We go back and forth before I mute myself on the call bc I’m starting to cry bc that’s what happens when I’m angry, and I hate it

41. She starts going through my backpack, and I tell Madison I’ll call her right back before hanging up

42. My moms screaming at me, saying that I hid her phones bc she took my stuff

43. (Spoiler! I didnt!)

44. Guess where they were?

45. Guess

46.

47. WOW!

48. They were right behind her, not even 10 feet from where she remembered putting them!

49. I DIDNT EVEN KNOW WHERE THEY WERE

50. SO IM LIKE

51. “WOW! THERE THEY ARE!”

52. (She found them before I saw them btw)

53. She’s mad at me, I’m angry and crying

54. I tell her that she’s bullying me, her LITERAL CHILD!

55. Her response?

56. Somewhat along the lines of

57. “If you think I’m bullying you, you’ve got a fucked up sense of reality”

58. And she’s cursing me out (all while I’m still crying)

59. I tell her she’s being a jerk

60. She flips me off and leaves the kitchen, where we had gravitated, which is where her phones and my backpack were

61. She goes outside, I get my food out the oven

62. I call Madison back

63. And I’m talking to her, still upset, crying, and interrupted every few seconds as I sniffle and take a breath and try to catch my breath and cry

64. I’m barely forming coherent sentences bc of all this

65. I talk to my bestie, Madison, while I try to eat

66. I find out my food wasn’t even cooked all the way thru

67. So I’m sat there, from 4:46 to 5:12 (24 minutes) talking to her

68. I eventually move to my room after throwing the food away bc I’d lost my appetite

69. I continue the rest of the call (I don’t know how long I was in there)

70. (Dining room portions of the call + my bedroom part of the call = 24 ish minutes)

71. While I’m still on the phone w/ Madison, I look up my therapist’s office

72. I hang up soon after, and start typing this on notes so I have an easily accessible copy for Tuesday, when I go to my therapy appointment (that’s where I am rn)

73. I’m going to copy and paste this then publish

74. I’m then going to try to get in contact with my therapist (going into the future now)

75. Please wish me luck, I don’t feel safe here

76. These events are getting more often, leading me to calling Madison in tears more often)

#i’m not kidding #i’m not even joking #i’m not okay #i’m not ok rn #i’m scared #I’m scared for my life rn #I’m not safe

[henqtic]

FIVE INCOMING . STEVE HARRINGTON X BLACK!READER

word count: 1045 . warnings: pregnancy ( readers pregnant ), suggestiveness 

summary: tonight, you decided to hear what steve had to say to the baby.

note: i haven’t FULLY written anything in a little bit, this was the first thing i could write out in full in months ( rip half written draco and eddie blurbs in my drafts ) so this may be just a little dusty :)

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almost every night, at 10:27pm, you’d pause the music playing through your headphones, wrap the cord around them, unplug it from the cassette tape loaded with what you liked best, and place it on the side of your body. 

just to hear the sound of his keys jingling through his hands, not stopping until the right one getting pressed into the hole of your door. a smile would arise on your face, big and full at the long routine, tradition of him stepping out of those shiny work shoes, throwing the keys somewhere on the island in the kitchen, coming back with a warm glass of milk and kissing the very top of you hair.

“hey sweetheart, how was your day?” he’d ask, always glancing around your face, as if he'd forgotten any part of it the hours he was away, not letting the glow that bounced off of it from the shea butter you applied stop him

and he’d pull himself away for only a second to sit the cup down somewhere so that he could help you sit up from your resting position, with your head on the arm of the couch and black braids hanging down, in order to drink from the glass in a way that it wouldn’t spill all over you. 

“oh it was just the same,” you’d sigh airily, however unremarkable it was not mattering anymore since he was here now, “incredibly boring, lifeless, and peaceful without you in the house,” you raised your eyebrows with an enclosed smile at the slide in of the insult, holding out your hands to receive the warm cup.

a hum, an unconvinced, never offended hum, because he knew you were lying.

it was more exhausting really, a never ending cycle of lying around, cooking up about thirty different snacks that were all of the odd things you could find in your kitchen, reading up on the never ending lists of pregnancy, parenting, and birthing books steve had left around, and calling up his mom to get more and more insights into her boy as a baby.

“peaceful? without me? c’mon, [ your name ], wives don’t lie.”

“i’m not, y’know magazines are much better companions than you.”

“oh please,” he’d snort, and find a bonnet laying somewhere around to place on your head instead of having you lift your ever so fragile arms and do it yourself. 

once you were done, he’d take the empty glass from your hands, kiss the thick mustache it left, and leave it in the sink for the morning. 

he’d kiss you all the way to bed, from your forehead, to your eyebrows, eyes, cheeks, nose lips, hands, until you were tucked away in bed and he could shower for the next fifteen minutes.

he’d return, in nothing but his boxers and the soundless call to slip under the sheets with you, pull the blanket down to the start of your thighs, and lay his head on your rounded stomach so that he could talk with the baby growing inside of it like his best friend. although dustin liked to respond in forms other than kicks and languid movings.

the only difference tonight was, you’d usually be asleep.

you knew as tiresome dust and debris clouded your eyes, and the big read numbers of 10:50 beamed through it all. but this time, you thought to switch up the routine, just a little bit. only to hear whatever heartwarming things he had to say.

heartwarming being what you expected, this was more of heart collapsing, heart punching, heart stopping and revelrous reviving at the very chance it had heard something wrong as his talks and murmurs and promises stirred left. completely left, like a wrong exit that led you to another state.

“steve, six is way too many,” you whispered into his ear, an airy coat to your voice as you tried not to laugh out loud at the image of your baby and their five other future siblings sitting in the back of some van on some road trip he'd just come up with.

“honey it’s past your bedtime, just go to sleep,” he attempted to dismiss you, shushing you softly as he scooted his head further back so that your nails could dig further into his scalp.

“and six is past my pushing limit.”

“we’ve had six children before,” he tsked, twisting his body around to look up at you with those big brown eyes, all homey and squinted with that trace of feigning anointment and ignorance as you attempted to deny both of your skill sets, “lucas, max, dustin, will, mike, erica.”

“did i push any of them out of my vagina?”

“mentally.”

“steve.”

the minute you started dating him, it seemed that not only the title of mrs.harrington had slapped itself onto you, but also designated babysitter. honestly one of the best babysitting jobs you could’ve never got paid for.

“fine, fine, okay, what about. . . five?” he offered, furrowing his eyebrows together to make his fake attempt at a thought of compromise more believable. 

not working at you heckled out a sound that would make your neighbors think you were watching the comedy channel late at night.

so funny that it made your husband upset at the fact he couldn’t come up with that joke, face remnant of a brick wall with absolutely no sort of amusement quality to it. 

“okay, i’m sorry, i just– you think five it that much different than six?”

a straight lipped silence was your answer.

“look, how about this. . . three. four if i really need you.”

the squinting curtains he placed over his eyes rose as his spirits did, four was a big family, big enough for the two of you.

“four is a great number. but what do you mean if you really need me?” his voice echoed the regulation of your term, and he smiled amused at the implication. you nodded with a similar expression as you kept eye contact and continued rubbing his scalp.

“because every other day eating out isn’t needing me. . .”

“hey now, that’s only because it’s recommended for pregnant women.”

you weren’t quite sure if that was truth or lie.

“recommended?”

“mhm.”

“by who?” he challenged.

“any pregnant women you ask.”

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[tenta-tickles]

Splatoon 3 Promo Kids HCs

Me and my friend were talking about the promo kids so I made some tk hcs for them!

Hcs under the cut :]

Yellow Team

VeronIKA (She/They)

50/50 Lee/Ler

Not super ticklish compared to the others

Has this cute high pitched giggly laugh thats just really loud and catches people’s attention

Starts tk wars to watch others get wrecked lol 

Usually takes pics and videos of the others, Steph asks her to send it to em

Lil buddy likes to get into their shirt and cod does it tickle

Worst spots would probably be her stomach n feet

AnemoneNo1 (She/They)

60/40 Lee/Ler

Pretty damn ticklish, has a hard time fighting back because of it

Squeaky laugh with lil snorts every now and again

Likes to boast abt their wins n such, gets tickled by the others to bring them down a peg

Tako (their gf) absolutely wrecks em all the time, plus Tako is stronger

The best at video games out of everyone on both teams, has gotten challenged to beat a level of a game while getting tickled, has lost every single time

Worst spots are her hips and neck

YARRwhal (He/Him)

30/70 Lee/Ler

Acts as if he’s not ticklish, he totally is

Very ticklish and the others didn't know for a long time

Seriously he's so fucking cute when tickled he has this snorty loud laugh thats just so contagious

He gets really embarassed about his laugh, doesn’t really like it

Ever since the others found out they wreck him regularly

Kinda has the same thing as Anemone, bragging about splats n what not, also gets wrecked because of it

Worst spots are his ribs/sides and knees (and behind them)

Stephaine (She/They)

Ler, just straight up ler (Has never been in a lee mood but doesn't mind getting tk'ed)

Scary fuckin ler

Like she's so sweet but she can also tickle you to tears

Has wrecked everyone on both teams at least once

She's gotten gang wrecked before because of course they wanted revenge, she got em back for it

Keeps pics and videos of the others getting wrecked or in stupid situations, absolutely uses it as blackmail

Loves to “bully” the others but does deeply care about them

Worst spots are her underarms and feet

Purple Team

TakoTruck (She/Her)

50/50 Lee/Ler

Averagely ticklish, kinda what you'd expect from a person

Has this cute but kinda deep laugh, very much like belly laughter, it just kinda makes you smile when you hear it its great

She’s stronger than most of the others because she uses a Hydra Splatling, wins a lot of tk fights because of this

You may accidentally get smacked if you tickle her, reflexes and all that

Worst spots are her underarms n back

Hirooooo (He/They)

60/40 Lee/Ler

Hesitant to tickle people, shy ler

Really ticklish though

Cute squeaky kinda high pitched laugh, it never gets old 

Bonus if you tickle him long enough he snorts and his laughter gets really bubbly

He jumps like a foot in the air everytime someone surprise tickles him its so fucking funny

He’s super easy to sneak up on too since he wears headphones like, all the time

Worst spots are his lower back n knees

kAyOSs (He/They)

50/50 Lee/Ler

Honestly is just here to vibe

Has a loud kinda wheezy laugh, his friends worry but he's fine

Usually joins Steph in wrecking people cause he likes seeing his friends laugh but otherwise he’d just sit and watch

Like Hiro he’s really easy to surprise tickle, he just kinda spaces out a lot

A good friend of Steph so they usually sit next to each other at tables n such, Steph reaches over and squeezes his thigh under the table, he fucking knees the table because of it and the others have gotten so used to this happening they don’t bat a eye anymore

Worst spots are his ribs n thighs

C4L4M4R (They/Them)

30/70 Lee/Ler

Is the 2nd meanest ler in the friend group

They can and WILL target your weakspots from the get go

Strategic ler

They've gotten gang wrecked too and hoo boy it was brutal (Less than Steph's but she's more of a fighter than them)

Adorable giggly n snorty laugh that totally doesn't suit their personality but everyone adores it so much

Sometimes when they're practicing aim in the lobby while waiting for a car or bus to come pick em up n drive em to the battle area someone will usually sneak up behind them and just drag a finger down their back, they screech at this and its hilarious

Their worst spots are their back n neck (also maybe feet idk)

#splatoon tickles #promo kids #surprised that tag isn't taken yet #if i draw stuff of these guys i may have to make character specific tags for tks #since they'd show up on the regular tags

[angrypedestrian]

The timing is finally right and I can respond to a tagged prompt!! @explosionshark tagged me asking for 5 songs I'm into recently, so let's see if I can actually remember any of them. I finally subscribed to a streaming service (Apple), so I've been digging into all sorts of random music corners I don't normally spend too much time in, so a couple of these picks are real big, obvious songs, but fall under the category of I don't think I've ever listened to this on headphones before??? Which is a very particular fun kind of novelty. For me.

GODDAMMITALL by The Wonder Years The Greatest Generation is ten years old and I am consequently made of dust. But this b-side that TWY unearthed and re-recorded like the two tracks they did celebrating The Upsides and Suburbia, I've Given You All..., is honestly probably one of the top five TGG tracks, which is saying something. TGG is my (and MANY others') favorite wonder years record, and this song fits in so squarely that I almost lose my mind every time I think about it. Like come on "I'm a sweater that you've given to Goodwill, or lied about and sent to the landfill" is a LINE. Also I am going to rip my vocals cords to shreds screaming the GODDAMMITALLs on that last chorus when I see them in the fall. Def Leppard-Photograph File this under one of those "I never listened to this song with headphones for the first 33-ish years of my life" songs. The production on this song is just fucking insane. It's SO tight. I recently read a theory breakdown of this song that Stereogum did, which I only understood maybe 50% of, but even with that 50%, I learned so much about why this song works the way it does. It is perhaps THE perfect hair metal song. IT JUST SOUNDS SO GOOD GUYS. THE ARPEGGIO GUITAR IN THE CHORUS.

The Pharcyde-Passin' Me By Another one of the I never listened to this on headphones before songs. I was introduced to this track via the Aggressive Inline video game soundtrack in the early 2000s (1. I know of ancient extreme sports video games you have only dreamed of and 2. yes I am one of the whitest people alive on earth). I always enjoyed it, but I had no context for it, and was just much more walled off from hip-hop when I was a young teen. But this song fucking slaps and the sampling in it is unparalleled. And the "my dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well" verse lights up my brain in the best fucking way.

Hot Mulligan-The Song Is Called What It's Called I was always fine with Hot Mulligan, and enjoyed a lot of their songs, but never really got them. I am just too old and decrepit, and not young and hip enough to listen to the number 1 hot new band, but with this record I finally got it. Or HM is old enough now and has been at this long enough to make something more appealing to my ears, which is obviously what every band should strive to do. But this song in particular does it for me. It's mostly a road song, which I have a love for, but it just feels like a particular distillation of everything this band has been building towards their whole career. Why Should I Watch is a special one, and I hope whatever legacy they leave remembers it that way.

Bad Operation-What Keeps Us Moving This. Is. New. Tone. There's no other band out there doing what Bad Operation is doing. They coined a term for a new wave of ska, one that is truly diverse, accepting, and engaged in away it hasn't been since 2 tone in the 70's. And they did it while making the BEST ska of this decade, if not this century. They are my favorite current ska band, melding so many influences, remaining political in a direct way that still integrates with their music, and just making shit you can DANCE to. Also this is A Summer Song, fucking rock this shit at your next barbecue! No one is doing what Bad Operation is doing, I hope they make 75 more records, and also that I can finally see them live soon.

Tagging anyone who wants to do this, but @unsungfury, @pivitor, @whatthehelliswrongwithhim, if y'all want to, I am particular interested in your answers!