#i am now slightly worried about the state of this one anime boy's liver but i'm sure it's fine

[knbposting]

at this point i have no idea if it's a headcanon or if it's just canon, but kagami's 24 maji burgers has got to come from somewhere. he generally eats a lot of food, my hypothesis is that he's a growing boy, he's a teenager, and he's really tall/strong, therefore his basal metabolic rate is probably really high. add onto that all the exercise that he does

kagami also goes all-out during practise. he's always training until he's out of breath, always striving to improve himself. on top of that, he talks about going on runs sometimes too (in order to help him think things through and regulate his emotions, my sweet boy). therefore i can only imagine he's hungry all the time.

his burgers are a particularly specific demonstration of him choosing to eat that, though. walk with me here. maji's/fast food joints are pretty inexpensive and they have yummy food. he didn't have a lot of pocket money growing up so it makes sense that he'd want to go somewhere cheap. then it becomes normal. then he starts buying more to the point that he actually feels full.

i think the 24 burgers thing is a gag. first and foremost, i think it's just an exaggeration for the hahas and i agree, it's pretty funny. it makes sense that someone so huge like old kagz would want to eat that many burgers in one sitting, but let's put this thought aside for a moment and consider alternative reasons for his 24 burgers. it is 24 burgers, by the way. two dozen burgers. mental

anyway. assuming that maji's is just a mcdonald's substitute, here's the nutritional information for 1 cheeseburger:

15g protein for 300kcal isn't bad imo. he's got a decent amount of carbs in there to fuel him, and honestly the fat isn't great but he's eating at maji's he's not going there for health foods. (also kagami doesn't care about health foods, king)

my belief is that he probably read in a fitness magazine about the importance of protein and calorie intake for building muscles, and thought of maji's. i reckon he doesn't track macros or calories because he doesn't want to have to do the maths, but he knows that if he eats enough, it doesn't matter.

kagz has mentioned before that when he's with people he thinks would care, or they've been weird about it before, he will order 12 cheeseburgers. let's say that this was his first solid quantity before he ended up raising that number, the bigger he wanted to get. in 12 cheeseburgers, there's 180g of protein (3,600kcal). hell yeah, dude! that basically covers his general intake goal for protein (if he was actively tracking it, which, again, i doubt -- but let's call it a ballpark). in 24 cheeseburgers, there's 360g of protein and 7,200kcal. that is definitely too much protein to eat at once and expect any extra benefit, but he's not eating this every day so it's not so bad. and again, i have a feeling his calorie requirements are going to be super high due to all the contributing factors i mentioned before.

in conclusion, i think kagami read one thing once about having to get over 200g protein if you want to bulk up (which he has always wanted to do, he's always aimed for being big and stocky), and ran with it. 24 cheeseburgers fulfils his protein requirement so he doesn't have to do any maths, and it leaves him feeling full.

i do just want to point out that mcdonald's cheeseburgers are, according to google, about 200yen each, bringing the 24 order up to ¥4,800 (£25GBP/$31.40USD) which is not an absolutely insane cost for eating out. of course he also orders fries and a drink but he seems to prioritise his burgers so i cba to look up those numbers. he's a king ordering like one fries to 24 cheeseburgers ratio tho. no wonder he likes maji's so much if it's cheap and cheerful and completely eradicates any concern for getting enough protein. we're talking GAINZZZZ BABY

#kagami taiga #tw food #tw calories #tw eating #hcs #i really love food n nutrition im very interested in it #i am now slightly worried about the state of this one anime boy's liver but i'm sure it's fine #kagami says something in late s1 when he's running on the beach #and it's like something something he was feeling like there was too much to think about so OF COURSE he goes for a run #which is really sweet (everything he does is endearing) bc i just love to think of him as trying really hard against his hot temper #and im not going to call kagami stupid because i dont think he is - i just think he doesnt LIKE thinking things through and takes everyone #really literally at face value #add in some translation issues and the fact that he goes through life assuming that people are picking on him #and of course he's gonna be somewhat highly strung #anyway. who had this meta on their bingo card for today

[nightmarebard]

Know which cards to throw away, and knowin what to keep.

An unlikely friendship is formed between a ghoul and a sentient deathclaw.

 Basically the origin story of the friendship between mine and @nightmarecleric‘s character from our friends Fallout themed fate campaign. 

“Them’s the breaks boys!” Says a scratchy voice coming from a hooded figure sitting at a table piled with old, worn cards and caps among other ‘valuables’. Smoke curls up from a lit cigarette that illuminates the figures face without showing too much to the other people crowding the table. Cards are thrown down with a dull thud as the figure stands up and starts to collect their winnings when a hand grabs their arm. Looking up the shrouded figure sees a large raider type looking extremely pissed off at his loses.

“Where you going friend?” He asks, his mouth full of yellowed cracked teeth quirks into a smile. “Aren’t you gonna stay and drink with your new friends.” He gestures to the rest of the smokey dark bar the poker game had been taking place in.

“I hate to, ah, cut and run but I got places to be boys.” They say with a shrug which was apparently the wrong thing to say. The huge lug of a man pulls them forwards to face him causing the hood to fall backwards and reveal their face. A rough, craggy, face with pure black eyes gone wide at the sudden jerk of their body. A look of recognition comes over the raiders face realizing his recent poker buddy was in fact a ghoul all along.

Despite the darkness of the bar it seems as if everyone was suddenly looking in the ghouls direction, they just have enough time to mutter out a “God. Fucking. Dammit.” before they are quite literally thrown onto the floor the raider and about thirty of his friends about to jump the ghoul.

“Wait!” They yell and that alone causes a pause. Just long enough for them to reach up and take the cigarette out of their mouth and stub it out on the floor then place it in their jacket pocket. “Saving that for later, go ahead.”

The first punch hits so hard their head snaps back and hits the ground causing a horrible thump. The rest of the beating is a little fuzzy until they’re being thrown out the back door of the bar along with their old wrinkled grocery bag a few moments later. The ghoul rolls into a ball on the cracked ground groaning. A rib was definitely at least cracked and what little of their nose that remained was pouring blood.

“Fucking smoothskins.” They mumble out once they have just a moment to catch their breath, rolling towards their worn grocery bag to find it empty. They sigh out feeling upset but not disappointed. Another groan of pain comes when they try to sit up, knowing what a sorry state they’re in they just lay back on the ground listing to the dulcet tones of Cab Calloway coming from inside the bar. At least the stars looked nice.

“Whatever you did must have really made them angry.” A deep, rumbling voice reaches their ears. Looking over to the source of the voice they’re not expecting to see a huge deathclaw looming over. If the ghoul hadn’t have just been beaten into a bloody pulp they may have gasped but for now they could only muster a question.

“Was that you, big girl?” They says hoping maybe they were just having a delayed reaction to the drugs they had taken just before the poker game started.

“Boy actually, and yes.” He says taking a few more steps forward, the ground shaking just a little as the deathclaw approaches. For a moment the ghoul expects to get mauled, instead a clawed paw reaches down to them. They raise what would be an eyebrow if they had any hair but clasp the offered appendage nonetheless. As the new comer pulls them to their feet they inhale sharply as they start cursing again.

“I didn’t do shit to them but they fucked me up anyway. Holy shit, I am very broken.” The deathclaw looks at them with as much worry on his face as it can muster with a muzzle instead of a mouth. The ghoul leans heavily against him breathing a little shallow.

“I can help you, if you’ll trust me.” He says and the ghoul can feel the rumbling of his voice as they lean against the beast.

“Well, I don’t think I have much of a choice Mr. Claw. Besides if you haven’t already gobbled me up I don’t think you would once you get me back to your lair. Which probalu is flawed logic but I have a head injury” The laugh catches the ghoul off guard almost throwing off their balance before the deathclaw catches them again in their paws.

“I should probably be introducing myself, excuse my rudeness. I’m Melville.” He says pulling the ghoul back to leaning on him.

“Hm, that’s a real distinguished name for a deathclaw, I like it. I’m Chopped Liver, Chop for short. Nice to meet you.” Chop says leaning even heavier against their new friend who just scoops them up in their arms effortlessly. The deathclaw snorts in what almost sounds like another laugh.

“No you’re not.” He says as he begins to walk towards a destination unknown to the ghoul who honestly couldn’t care less. The deathclaw had offered help and if he was planning to kill them it’s not like anyone would miss them. Also, they felt oddly safe in the huge arms of the deathclaw.

“No, I really am. That’s my name.” They say flinching as Melville jostles them slightly as he changes directions. “Well, it’s what I call myself anyway. I’m sure I had a real name once upon a time. Whoever that person was is dead, so.” There’s no anger when they said this just resolution.

“Chop it is then. If you ever want to get into the deep cut of that we can, for now this is it.” Melville says sitting Chop down as gently as he can with his giant claws in the way then turning away. Chop now being on the ground gets a look at their surroundings seeing a metal canopy above them. To the right and left is more of the same and to the front a big wide open shed door. Barrels and bags also just laying open nearby, one of which the deathclaw is simply nosing his way through. The fabric under the ghoul seems to be pelts of some unfortunate animals poorly skinned. Then something is slid across the ground and hits the ghouls ankle. Chop leans forward and picks up the stimpak investigating it before promptly shoving it into their side enjoying the feeling of their bones mending themselves.

“Well it’s not exactly the kinda high I’m used to but it definitely feels just as good right now.” They say sitting up now and rubbing their side. The deathclaw gives them an unreadable look before sitting down on the pelts next to them.

“So, why did those humans decide to try and mutilate you?” He asks and Chop shrugs.

“If i’ve learned anything since waking up it’s that most damn smoothskins will take any opportunity they can to fuck with people like me.” They say folding their legs under them pulling out the cigarette from their jacket pocket they had stowed earlier then looking around eyeing the barrels. “Can I smoke in here? Nothing will explode right?”  

“You may, I suppose it won’t hurt anything.” Melville says with a nod. The ghoul pulls out a worn zippo and lights the slightly crushed cigarette after a few tries.

“I was just trying to have a friendly poker game that’s all. I wasn’t cheatin’ or anything.They were just really sore losers.” Chop says exhaling a puff of smoke watching it dissipate. “Once they saw I wasn’t human they lost their shit.”

“I can definitely relate to that I have been shot at many times before they realize I’m sentient. Also after.” Chop wrinkles their nose up in disgust.

“That’s fucking the worst. You’re no different than them just cause you’re uh, big.” Chop looks up at the deathclaw.

“Neither are you.” Melville responds.

“Maybe so.” Chop grunts and flicks the still burning ember of what was left of their cigarette out the open shed door. They fall silent after that for a few moments, nothing but the sounds of the wasteland in the air. Chop figures they should be making a move to leave their new friend to find a place to bed down for the night when the deathclaw speaks again.

“So, are you any good?” It catches Chop off guard. “At poker.” He clarifies. Chop thinks about it for a second before chuckling to themself.

“Well, you gotta know when to hold ‘em, and when to fold ‘em.” The deathclaw tilts their head seeming confused. “It’s a song, I may sing it for you later if you get me good and drunk.” They say.

“If you stay for the night I’m sure I can get a good grip on the concepts.” He says carefully, Chop regards them for a moment. Then deciding that they may as well stay since they had nowhere else to go.

“Well, I can teach you a little but I can’t give away all my secrets. You did save me from having to roll my way to a medic.” The deathclaw stands and turns in a circle clawing slightly at the pelts under him before laying down curled up. Chop throws themselves down against the fur trying to get comfortable. Melville huffs out hot breath that Chop feels across their shoulder before a paw reaches out and pulls them against his chest. The scales are a weird texture but warm against their skin and without thinking they settle in for the night.

“Well, first off you gotta get yourself a real good poker face…”

#original writing #oc writing #fallout original character