#ITF cast

[ssreeder]

*Semi-spoilers*

Sreedy, why do you not love me? Why must you hurt me so? I am on Chap 12 and still get get over the death that happened in Chap 6. Like this felt like the Boots betrayal all over again. You made me like this character. Then *boom* dead.

You couldn't even give them a cool death? Not one where they could sacrifice themselves for the greater good?

Then... AND THEN.... you didn't even talk about them in your Author's notes?! (Because of this, I'm holding on to the delusion that they are still alive-somehow)

In my mind, Sokka was just confused. Or this character had a clone or something. They are not death (I have to believe this for my sanity)

When I catch you, Ricky, when I catch you.... 🫵🏽😑

Alright, off to the chapter 🫶🏽 (still am obsessed with the story)

I feel like Shens death either hits people really hard or not at all. You’re spiraling in the ao3 comments about him is seriously so funny. You’re not the only one who isn’t over his death & I am so sorry! (I’m not actually sorry haha Shen was always gunna die but I did allow him to make it all the way to book 3! So yayyyy?)

Ok!! So I actually purposely didn’t give him a dramatic death because unfortunately he was a common foot soldiers and people viewed him as expendable because of that & he was tossed aside like garbage the moment his purpose was served.

& YOU CANT CATCH THE RICKY THE RICKY CATCHES YOUUUUUU MWAHAHAHA :D

thanks for the ask Dr sue lou I hope you continue to enjoy hehe

[bluebellhairpin]

When people greet the cat with more enthusiasm in the mornings than they do you, you start to think it's time to work on that separation anxiety so you can move out.

[sunnyyflowerrs]

our song

yuuji asks megumi what their song is. cute itfs established relationship fluff. minor 268 spoilers. very silly and unserious. under the cut! ~800w

Sunlight filtered through the window, casting an orange glow in Megumi’s bedroom. The two of them were sitting on the bed, doing nothing but enjoying each other’s presence. Yuuji’s head was rested on Megumi’s chest, and music was softly playing from his phone as he scrolled through some dumb app. Megumi had a book open on his lap, a new release on penguins migration patterns that he’d been meaning to read.

“Hey, Megumi?” Yuuji said, the music from his phone stopping as he paused.

The name catches him off guard, as it always does. It’s still new and fresh, and with where his boyfriend’s head is precariously rested on his chest, Megumi is sure that Yuuji can hear how his heart speeds up.

“Yeah?” Megumi responded, not looking up from his book. It was a futile attempt to seem disinterested, an act where Megumi pretended as if he wasn’t holy distracted by the feeling of Yuuji’s warmth. He’d been on the same page for 30 minutes, barely advancing a paragraph.

“What do you think our song is?” Yuuji asked, his head at a weird angle to catch his eyes.

“Our song?” Megumi echoed, giving up on his reading act to meet Yuuji’s honey brown gaze.

“Yeah, like a song that encompasses our relationship. I saw a Tiktok about it.”

“You know I don’t listen to music much.”

“Yeah, yeah, you have a soul of an old grandpa and no creativity.” Yuuji laughed, the complaint lacking any real bite.

“Old soul,” Megumi corrected. “What do you think is our song, then?”

“Hmm.” Yuuji’s eyebrows furrowed like they always did when he was lost in thought. “Oh! I know! Hakari introduced me to these english rappers and I love them. I think I might even change my type.”

“Really?” Megumi said, eyebrows raised in surprise. Yuuji took his type seriously.

“Yeah. I’m thinking of changing my intro to, ‘Hi, I’m Itadori Yuuji, and I like tall woman with a big ass, like Megan thee Stallion”

Megumi sighed, “Or, you could just say ‘Hi, I’m Itadori Yuuji.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“I’m confused. If I’m not your type, then why date me?” Though it was meant to be lighthearted, Megumi did wonder what made his boyfriend choose him. He might be tall, but he wasn’t as well endowed in the ass department.

“What do you mean?” Yuuji said, tilting his head like a confused puppy. “That’s completely different! Type has nothing to do with who you love”

“I-“ Megumi blushed at his blunt confession, and desperately wished of a change of subject before he turned into a tomato. “Shut up. What does this have to do with our song?”

“Well, she has this one song, Wanna Be, and I think that could be our song!” Yuuji said, excitedly. He pulled up a music app on his phone and suddenly the song started playing through the speakers.

As the music played, Megumi just stared at his boyfriend incredulously. “What.”

“You don’t think this is us?”

“No?”

Yuuji shook his head. “Wait, wait, see i translated the lyrics-“

“You translated the lyrics?”

“And here she says ‘if he don’t wanna be saved, don’t save him,’ and isn’t that what I said to you? During the battle?”

Megumi just continued to stare at him in disbelief. “I don’t think that’s what she meant. At all.”

“And here at the end,” Yuuji continued, ignoring him, “the other rapper is hyping her up, saying ‘Go Meg, Go Meg’, and that kinda sounds like your name!”

“Your english accent is horrendous,” Megumi commented, at a loss for what to say.

“Whatever, that doesn’t matter. what do you think?” Yuuji looked at him, now sitting up. He had so much excitement in his eyes, Megumi felt like if he voiced his true thoughts it would be like kicking a puppy in the face.

That doesnt mean it’s easy to come up with a compliment though. “Um,” Megumi started, reaching for anything positive to say, “it’s really something.”

Yuuji frowned. “You don’t like it,” he pouted, joy in his face dimming.

Fuck. That was the wrong thing to say. He was so bad at this. “No, no,” Megumi backtracked. “It’s so … us.”

At that, Yuuji smiled. “Then, it’s set! It’s our song.”

Megumi smiled softly at his boyfriend’s wide grin. Even though it wasn’t his first choice, or even in his first hundred choices, it was still theirs, and how Megumi not love anything that was theirs? He opened his book again and trained his eyes on the paged he’d try to read a thousand times, failing at hiding his blush. “Yeah, it’s our song.”

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if you made it this far, thanks for reading!! this is such a dumb idea but i heard the song and needed to write them with it, but it was way too short/plotless to go on ao3 so i plopped it here. hope y’all enjoyed!

the song in question:

[osoro-sh1ronagebyokken]

Seong Hansoo/Hansu x Former Delinquent Reader!

For more chapters; read at ao3 right now! At this link.

Chapter 1

“...Have I been here before..?”

The fluorescent lights lit above the large room, Osoro pictured it to be plain and boring, with white walls with wall mats for not breaking your neck or head when hitting the floor, and light blue, light pink, and yellow mats on the ground. Perfect for a boring dojo that Osoro stumbled across. There was a certain warmth in the room, of course, it was not only the window that was casting light inside the room using the bright, warm, and unbearable sunlight that filtered across the room, giving light to the shadowed, dim Taekwondo Dojo.

Osoro's eyes lingered around the dojo, a little curious for a while although she was about to leave the Dojo till a certain voice stopped her tracks and made her turn around to look at the looming figure. "Oi, who are you?"

She saw a man looming over her, he had to look down since she was a little small despite being 5 '4, she's still too small for him and she had to do the same but except she had to tilt her head up. She saw a man no—a boy, a boy with brown hair, his physical fitness is muscular although his fit isn't being covered thanks to the taekwondo uniform and the black belt around his waist.

Osoro contemplates for a second, trying to think of who this man was till a light bulb in her head appeared (imaginatively) as she came into realisation that his man was the so called; “Taekwondo Legend” or the “Korean Legendary Taekwondo Master” in the news that appeared in her television a few weeks ago. The one that uses Kyokushin Karate (9th dan) and Taekwondo (ITF & WTF).

She looked at the figure before her, they were the only ones inside the Dojo so there’s no way their fight might get interrupted. Seong Hansu.. Osoro thought, but she just stood tall even in front of the legend. “..I don't know, call me whoever you like. Taekwondo Legend.” She said—perhaps a little too rudely.

There was something nostalgic towards this man, and the aura he emitted that made Osoro talk to him more.

Hansu chuckled at Osoro’s response. “Oh, so you already know me?” He said, raising an eyebrow while gawking at Osoro’s tough, stuck-up demeanour. “Of course I do,” Osoro gestures both her hands towards both her sides, looking at Hansu with a stern look.

Hansu looked amused with her mannerism. He found it rather funny and entertaining rather than annoying and rude, despite her tough and tough facade being present. It seemed familiar in some way but he ignored the thought and said with a small chuckle. “So what is your name, princess? You know mine after all”

“As if i’ll tell you,” Osoro said and Hansu chuckled at her stubbornness rather adorable and chuckled at it. He smirked and said. “Oh,” Hansu said, in a teasing manner, “And why is that? Are you afraid I'm gonna make fun of it?”

Osoro said the next sentence bluntly. “No, you're too ugly for it.” Hansu barked a little laugh about being called ugly- but without any warning. Osoro raised her hand and karate-chopped his head lightly, and he pretended to be hurt by her attack. “Owie,” He said in a taunting manner. “You're far too young to be this feisty. What are you? Eleven years old?” Hansu said, and Osoro corrected him. “Actually, I'm fourteen.”

Hansu raised an eyebrow, not expecting someone to be that short in height. He thought that she looked young but not that young—and rude. “Just fourteen, huh. I didn't think you'd be this young yet still this rude.” Hansu pretended to pout, but he chuckled and ruffled Osoro’s black hair.

Osoro tied her hair into a low ponytail using a white hair tie, a strand from her hair reaching towards her nose. She tied it if they were gonna fight–

“Hmph!” Osoro said, motioning her hand and shoving a small box full of green tea packets. A little flushed, yet she maintained her composure. Hansu looked at the green then to Osoro. He was about to speak but his already agape mouth was interrupted by Osoro’s reasoning.

“D...don't get the wrong idea! I didn't make it for you! I just… This was for my mom! And I bought too much this morning. So, you can have the extras!” Hansu arched an eyebrow at this statement. Laughing a little as he playfully rolled his eyes. He felt a little suspicious at this sudden gift. He felt a little suspicious. “So your mother wanted green tea huh? And you buy this much?” He sneered, teasing Osoro a little.

“Yes! I’m giving it to you! Childish Taekwondo Player.” Osoro huffs, looking at Hansu with her narrowed, defiant eyes. “Now take it before I take it back.” Hansu lazily smirked at this so-called ‘threat’. “Childish huh? Look who's talking. You're far too young to be calling adults childish.” Osoro glared at him. “I know my words.” She said, sharply.

“Is that so? Now I'm interested. Come on, do you have anything else to tease me with?” Taunting playfully, Hansu really didn’t expect what she was going to say next. “Yeah, imagine wearing your Taekwondo uniform outside.. Embarrassing..” She said, in a sarcastic and taunting manner. “If it's about honour and pride, just tell them you love taekwondo. No need to be freaky with it.” Osoro said, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms, turning her upper body to the side but her head was also tilted to look at him.

Hansu let out a small scoff at her small tease. He crossed his arms, finding her statement amusing. “First of all, I wear my taekwondo uniform all the time. Second of all, what's wrong with it?” He replied, with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

“It's weird..” Osoro said, her voice decreasing a little yet filled with a hint of jokingness that she failed to hide. “Imagine a soldier alone in the streets acting gay and stuff, weird. And- is it really a symbol of honour..? Or a symbol of laziness to change?" Hansu tried his best to hold in his laughter after hearing what Osoro said. He found it incredibly entertaining how a kid this age could be so rude.

“Symbol of laziness?” He repeated. “You know that I'm considered a national Taekwondo Representative of South Korea right? Wearing this uniform is a symbol of my pride and honour as a great taekwondo practitioner.” He said proudly, but Osoro still said; “Yeah.. great freaky practitioner..”

This made Hansu laugh slightly after she called him freaky practitioner. He decided to tease Osoro more. "Freaky practitioner? You little brat, what about you? Do you do any sports?"

But he wasn’t expecting something like.. A kick on the wall, just beside his left hip. He didn’t even realise how strong this kid is to almost break the Dojo’s wall. "..Wanna know?" She said, in a low tone while smiling blankly, her eyes didn’t curve like a crescent when she smiles but there's a certain menacing feeling to it. “How I can knock you out, freaky practitioner?” She tilted her body towards him while she said that. She unhooks both her arms, to her sides. Leaning closely as he looks back nonchalantly.

"Knock me out? Brat, I've taken down people much bigger than you.” He proudly said as Osoro just looked at him blankly, and while he's distracted— “You couldn't knock me out even if you wanted-" A knife hand strike—a karate-chop was delivered on his head with some of Osoros’ strength on it.

He was immediately thrown off guard by that sudden attack towards his head. Her strength can hurt him. She felt a little bad but she just placed both her hands on her sides, leaning back her body looking confident.

He winces slightly from the contact, taking a step back. He gently pulled his hands towards his head, and he looked at Osoro with slight shock. “Damn Brat, I didn't think you could actually hurt me with that karate chop” He pretended to be annoyed, but he wanted to know who this helluva of a kid is. His voice is laced with slight hoarseness—and in pain.

Osoro didn’t miss a single beat of his face and decided to— “J-just call me Osoro!” She said, sharply and impatiently. She pushed his head down so he’d sit on the floor, and he winced once more since she held his head where she karate-chopped him.

He huffed slightly in frustration but reluctantly sat on the floor. He crossed his arms and looked at Osoro with furrowed eyebrows, his tone holding a hint of annoyance. "Brat. That hurt more than I thought it would"

He looked childish, and acted childish. Is this really a champion–? Osoro thought, wanting to karate-chop him again but that would only be worse so she— “H-here,” She said, handing him headache medicine that was made of natural ingredients, but disguised as a local medicine brand. “I-it's not that I'm giving you this or anything! Just don't get used to it!”

Hansu examined the bottle before taking it. Before he’d pop the bottle’s cap open, he asked while he poured out one pill to take. "Thank you. Wait.. Where did you get this anyway?" He asked.

“Where else, dummy?” She said, “In my pocket!” She uttered in a deadpanned tone, pointing at her all black outfit, pointing towards her punky leather jacket with a white blouse popping up, a red tie inside. Her short black skirt, and white above the knee length skirt.

Hansu raised an eyebrow when she responded with a deadpan tone. He was still a bit in pain so he didn't feel like arguing with Osoro. "Alright then." He said before putting the pill in his mouth and swallowing it. He sighed as he placed the bottle down beside him, holding his temple in pain.

“Stop acting like it hurts, I didn't even put much strength to it.” Osoro said, sarcastically and Hansu chuckled slightly. “You might not have put that much strength to it but it still hurts regardless. It stings like hell.” Hansu said, his tone still holding a hint of pain but he tried his best to hide it.

“Who's the child now?” She said, emitting a soft sigh—wanting to continue the conversation a little longer. Hansu winced slightly before grinning a little. He looked at Osoro with a slightly cocky expression, still rubbing his temple. “Still you, kid. You're the one who decided to karate chop my head for no reason.”

“Yeah, I did it for no reason. And I would do it again.” She said, playfully but she’ll actually do it. 100 percent not clickbait—

Hansu let out a soft scoff and chuckled. He smirked once more before responding, his tone still playful and mocking. “You really are a feisty kid. But I will make sure you won't karate chop me next time.”

“Yeah, I will choke you the next time I see you.” Osoro said, gesturing her hands on her hips. To be fair, Hansu was quite surprised that Osoro said that she’ll choose to choke him the next time she sees him. He raised an eyebrow in slight shock. “Wow, you're seriously planning on choking me the next time you see me? Crazy much?”

“Dumbass much? Of course I won't, I rather stay in the shadows than be hunted by your crazy fangirls.” Osoro said, disbelieving this man is a legend at both Taekwondo and Kyokushin Karate in martial arts.

Hansu let out a sigh and couldn't help but laugh at her response. He smirked and gave Osoro a knowing look. “Crazy fangirls huh? Those fangirls might hunt you down once they find out you're the one that decided to karate chop my head.” He teases.

“I'll make sure to wash my hands with bleach, I just touched your crusty head. Ew.” She said in a slightly defensive manner, yet still playful and Hansu rolled his eyes and chuckled when Osoro said that. He gave her an annoyed look, although he was clearly enjoying himself with her teasing. “Crusty head? My head ain't crusty. It's smooth and flawless.” He said jokingly.

She eyed his hair, it looked hella messy but still a cutie. "Really? I don't think so, but let's karate-chop it again for measurements." She said and Hansu couldn’t help but smile at her snarky comeback. He let out a soft scoff before speaking, his tone still playful. “Oh, so you want to karate chop my head again? Go on then, have a go at it.” He responded. He was amused by her attitude and he was willing to take another karate chop if it would make her feel satisfied.

“I will d'arce choke you instead, dealing with karate-chopping your head is a hassle.” She said, pointing a finger at him while also being sharp and snarky. Hansu raised an eyebrow, surprised that Osoro suddenly decided to change from karate-chopping to a d'arce choke. He smirked and chuckled, his tone slightly amused but also intrigued

“A d'arce choke huh? If you think you can even pull that off, go ahead and try.” He said. “I'd rather go bathe in bleach, or go bathe in bleach after I touch you.” Hansu let out a soft scoff and laughed a little at her response. He looked at her for a moment before speaking, his tone slightly playful.

"Bathe in bleach huh? You really are a rude much.” He said. “But I'd rather you not bathe in bleach, or touch me. I'll take the karate chop any day" He smiled, yet it looked so sweet and.. Immersive at the same time for Osoro.

“Oh really?” Then another knife-hand strike delivered to his head, this time it was faster and harder.

"You said you'd take the karate-chop any day." Osoro also decided to sit on the floor in front of Hansu. Hansu winced slightly as he rubbed his temple, he then gave Osoro an annoyed look but he still had a hint of playfulness in his tone. "Yeah, I did say that. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna take it without complaining about the pain" He said with a sarcastic smirk.

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Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59738917/chapters/152374465

[k-martins]

May i rant?

The way Gege implies that Naoya and Mei were pedos and then never properly addresses it is really disappointing. Why bring up a horrific issue like that? It serves no purpose. He already made Naoya a total dick with a murderous streak and Mei a greedy bitch without regard for people. They were already obviously terrible people without the additional child predator label.

Like if he’s gonna write characters that way then have them face consequences or if he wants them to get away with it at least write more about the victims so the audience can see how tragic their situations are

Better yet he shouldn’t write that at all and just focus on more character development for the main cast

Ah, little anon, I understand that feeling. Mei Mei and Naoya are two annoying little shits and the way Gege wrote them creates this feeling of "these horrible people are always getting away with it, when will justice be served?". It's frustrating, disgusting and unnecessary. After all, as you said, they've already been presented as nasty people, so why add the list of sins to "child predator"?

Actually, this is a very serious question and I'm just a profile that talks nonsense about ITFS.

But I'll do my best to explain my point of view and why I think Gege is doing an interesting job with his manga.

Well, I'm going to talk about Mei Mei because her situation is much more complicated.

She is a jujutsu sorceress who only cares about her own personal gain, not caring much about the situation if it is sending money into her pocket. So far, we have the character established and, although it is a somewhat altruistic attitude, it is not all bad. She's still there doing her job, still exorcising curses, still giving Yuji a choice between facing a high-grade curse or the humans transfigured by Mahito. Mei Mei is a greedy bitch, but a greedy bitch who does her job at the end of the day (which is expected). Until this moment, we can only consider her an eccentric character.

The issue becomes complicated when we observe her relationship with her younger brother, Ui Ui, a 12-year-old child who is subjected to her sister's technique which consists of suicide, from what I understand. It's a strange relationship, uncomfortable to watch and irritating (Yuji's face is the reaction of all of us seeing it). There IS something strange about these two.

Then we have the Malaysian scene.

I have my own opinions about this scene, but let's move on to what most people think happened. Mei Mei is naked next to her brother suggesting they sleep together. If incest doesn't shock, pedophilia does. And it makes it even worse because this scene takes place after Nanamin says how he would like to go to Malaysia and then he dies. It is at this moment that her question comes:

"Why bring up a horrible issue like this?"

Yes, why Sensei Akutami?

Why put in this horrible scene while we're still dealing with Nanami's death?

Why give Mei Mei, the greedy bitch, Nanami's dream and dirty it with this horrible, heavy-handed insinuation?

Why do I have to watch someone horrible live while a good person dies? … Oh.

Well, this is the point.

In JJK, the world is unequal. Megumi said that herself.

Good people like Nanami, Nobara and Yuji are killed and destroyed while horrible people like Mei Mei, Naoya and Sukuna get what they want. Therefore, their depravities have no consequences. That's why Mei Mei went to Malaysia, that's why Naoya didn't take any more damage, that's why Sukuna beat Satoru.

Gege is laying his cards on the table and saying "Good can lose and evil can win. Nanami's die while Mei Mei's enjoy peace."

This is one of the reasons I believe that even though JJK is a shonen, there is a possibility for Sukuna and Kenjaku to prevail. There's this not-so-small chance that we'll see our good guys blowing up while the bad guys rest in a hotel in Malaysia.

Who knows.

Gege Akutami is unpredictable and there are more names to cross out in his Death Note.

So, to recap, Gege is purposely making bad people with terrible morals "win" to show how unequal and unfair this world is. Good doesn't always win.

It is revolting? For sure.

Would you like justice to prevail? Obvious.

Think this could happen? Perhaps. I dream of this moment.

Well, I hope I made my point clear.

I'm not good at writing analysis or playing characters. But that's more or less how I see Gege's script choices.

Sorry if I didn't talk much about Naoya. I don't remember much about his character other than that he was a misogynistic piece of shit and wanted to kill Megs. I need to reread the manga.

Thanks for the question, little Anon! I had fun writing it! :D

[gnomey22]

Hi! Hope this ask finds you at a good time.

I was wondering what your favorite members of the Failtopia cast are to write about? From both seasons.

Chi is far and away my favourite character to write, I'll start with that. Whenever I get the opportunity to write her, my fingers type at an insane rate, I'm constantly getting fun ideas on how to characterise her, and what insane situations she can get herself into! I think my writing style really started to form when I started writing her in ITB.

Other than that, Erica and Bo have such good lore surrounding them, I always enjoy delving into that, Chat is a lot like Chi in their insanity, making an effort to actually characterise C!Fail feels rewarding, and Simple Bob's inner monologue comes almost as naturally to me as Chi's does, I'm not even sure why, and I've definitely gotten into the groove of writing Lanc after how long ITF has been going on.

[echoweaver]

Hey, to any of you TS3 content creators willing to take requests -- I think we really need an invisible version of the ITF soil rugs.

We can make greenhouses, but once the space is enclosed, you can no longer plant things directly in the ground. You can use planter bowls, but those don't accept trees.

ITF soil rugs solve both this problem AND the "unfinished room" moodlet one gets from making a room with no flooring. However, the unnaturally green grass is rather creepy. I experimented with CASting them, but I haven't been able to get a look that's as natural as just using terrain paints.

I bet this is easy to do! I just have no idea how to do it.

[monkey-d-momo]

My thoughts on the One Piece Live Action after that first trailer

After I could settle a bit after all my excitement after that trailer and see few reactions here and there, here's my honest thoughts on the live action.

I admit, when they first announced it, I was disgusted. I knew I would have still watched it, but I had very low expectations for it. Then it got announced that Oda was heavily involved in the process and later on the cast was revealed and I started having a little hope. And the more and more news we got about and seeing everyone involved just being in love with One Piece made me excited for this live action.

Don't get me wrong, I know it won't be perfect. Hell, the anime isn't perfect! So why would the live action? I know people will point out everything that isn't the same or things that they don't like, and even if it is just a small thing, they will criticize the live action badly, but why? Nothing can be perfect and not everybody will like it, but just because you don't like it or don't like live action in general means the live action will be bad. Some people will like it, and that's okay.

Also, we need to realize that even if there's now a live action of One Piece, the original manga is still there. Even if the live action is the best thing ever, it won't replace the manga. This live action is just another way to get people into One Piece and for old fans to rediscover this world and this story. I know some people are against adaptations, and that's fine, but that doesn't mean you should ruin this for other people because some really like to rediscover stories they liked, over and over again.

I've also seen some people complaining about how scary Buggy looks. Honestly, I'm not and I've never been scared of clowns. I grew up with a professional clown in my family so I'm really used to them. So I can't really judge that. But to me, this reaction from some people just shows how those people never read the manga. And that's okay, reading isn't for everybody. But before making a complaint about it, know that first, the manga, especially in the beginning, is way darker than the anime, and that in the manga, when Buggy is first introduced, he is indeed scary. So it works perfectly. It's my opinion, of course, but yeah, I'm already in love with live action Buggy.

As for the small changes, like Usopp's nose or Sanji's eyebrows, I don't mind them to be honest. The characters are so much more than their character design.

We have to keep in mind that this live action will be different from the manga, and that's okay. One of my other fandom is The Maze Runner. If you don't know, The Maze Runner is a book trilogy that got adapted to cinema. The books have a lot going on inside them and so the movie made HUGE changes to the story. The second and third movie aren't even the same story as the books, they changed that much. Still, a lot of people in the fandom love the movies and even some prefers them to the books. I personally prefer the books, but I like having two stories with the same characters.

And as for the CGI and the overall looks of the live action, I'm not too concerned. I don't really mind if it's not perfect, I think the characters and the vibe of One Piece is more important than that. Let's remember after all that a lot of people never read/watched One Piece because they didn't like the art style, but still, One Piece is the best-selling manga of all time.

I will be surprised if the live action goes for more than two seasons, but even if it doesn't, it's fine by me. It's not like we don't have the manga anymore. It's gonna be fun will it last and it's gonna bring attention to an amazing piece of media that is dear to my heart. So it works out for me.

Also, one point that makes me very happy about the live action is the fact that Sanji's actor, Taz, has been trained in ITF Taekwon-do, which is a martial art I teach and that I've been doing for 18 years now. And I'm just so happy about it since Sanji is my favourite character.

[murfeelee]

Get to know you - Sims Style

Thanks @descendantdragfi here and @obscurus-noctem here for tagging me! ❤️

What’s your favorite Sims death? Every death is hilarious--fire and drowning are iconic, ofc. My fave sims GHOST, however, is the Haunted one from SN, and the Hologram one from ITF.

Alpha CC or Maxis Match? Alpha CC. I don't mind Maxis Match in TS3, but EFF NO in TS4--get that clayfied crap out of my face, alpha all the waaaaaay~!

Do you cheat your sims weight? YES, I use a weight gain mod.

Do you move objects? MOOOOOOOO! 🐄🐮

Favorite Mod? I juuuuust made a whole post drooling over my faves.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack? TS1 Makin Magic. Iconic.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing? aLIVE.

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? My avatar sim, Sakura Rain, the time-traveling Japanese cherry-tree faery of the Unseelie Court. (She's inspired by all my fave pink-haired anime characters.)

Have you made a simself? Yes, but only when I play The Sims with my family members, and we take turns making each other and our home. It's so much fun.

Which is your favorite EA hair color? White. Especially after TS4 came out with no CASt or color wheel and I couldn't even recreate my main sims like wtf. I have a type, EA!

Favorite EA hair? PFFT! 🙄 I can't stand most of the hairs EA makes in general, especially not the ones for male sims, as most of mine have very long hair.

Favorite life stage? Young adult, by default. But as more mods have been made for kids (No Stretch, Child Magic, Toddler Interactions) I have been enjoying child sims FAR more than I used to.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? I'm a builder--that's how I got into TS1 way back in the day. I like decorating interiors--my exteriors are usually sad, I suck at using CFE--and just cluttering up my lots. As a fandom-inspired storyteller, I rely on in-game interactions to give my sims the poses/scenes I need, so having deep and immersive gameplay that allows me to recreate whatever fandoms I want is key.

Are you a CC creator? Unfortunately.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad? A "sim squad"???

Do you have any sims merch? No, but I want one of those plumbbob headbands so I can dress up as a sim on Halloween. XD

Do you have a  Youtube for sims? Technically no. I got into making TS3 machinimas inspired by my favorite music a few years ago, and would upload them to Youtube cuz that's what everyone did, but omfg all the recent changes in copyright and music policies has made it SUCH a headache uploading ANYWHERE--including Tumblr!

Like, my most recent IWTV insp. machinima on Tumblr has that stupid Copyright Guidelines thumbnail on it, even though Tumblr ACCEPTED the video and let it go through--it plays! It's not removed, so wtf??? No matter how many times I tried reuploading it I got the same problem--this BS is more trouble than it's worth, tbh.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing? My gameplay will always look a bit pudding, but I think/hope I'm getting better at recreating different fandoms, and getting the level of detail down just right.

Who’s your favorite CC creator? It takes a village. There is no ONE creator--especially since all my OG faves retired a long time ago: Luna, @qingshuangtongzi, Hekate999, etc. And new simmers pop up everyday that blow my mind, so yeah, it's just the community at large, really. 💚💚💚

How long have you had Simblr? 2013--this July will make it a full decade. Tumblr's trash but it's also the absolute best, LOL.

How do you edit your pictures? I suck at editing--in GIMP I just tweak the "Curves" brightness & saturation when the in-game lighting is hot garbage, then call it a win.

What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite? (TS1) Makin Magic, (TS2) Apartment Life & Night Life are tied for witches & vampires, (TS3) Supernatural, (TS4) Vampires. Like, Supernatural changed my life, I seriously doubt I'd've kept playing TS3 as long as I have without SN. I also love World Adventures and Into the Future of course, but Supernatural gave us Witches, Faeries, Werewolves, (I'm not even gonna talk about TS3's busted Vampires like how the EFF were they "updated" or "fixed" when we STILL didn't get a functional coffin, like what frikkin vampire would sleep on a frikkin altar exposed to the sunlight like a effing BUFFOON, EA?!) and all kinds of fanciful content that I just can't live without. Hands down. 🧙🪄🧙‍♀��✨

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Y'all know me--if y'all want to do this, too, just say I tagged you! <3

[simlicious]

Just curious: Your Downloads and Mods folders are huge! How long does the game load for you?

hi @cas-sims!

I have not played Sims 3 in a regular world for years, mainly because I also had trouble with heavy lag and it ruined the fun 😥 If I actually want to play, I need to do a lot of optimization beforehand! My test save that I use for testing and making screenshots for my CC is on a CAS world which has only 4 lots on it and loads pretty quickly. The drawback is that there is no scenery at all for outdoor pics and it does look very bland. It's just a flat green grass area with a road on it, that's it. It takes just under 5 minutes to load the game and the save (I actually timed it). My game runs on a PCIE4 M.2 SSD, I bet this definitely helps with the loading times! I also have a good chunk of CC as merged packages. I also use the HQ mod for my screenshots, and because of it, my game is lagging very badly, especially when applying CASt patterns to objects (which makes actually decorating/making the previews for my patterns a game of patience). I do have the smooth patch, but I think my game has a lot of optimization potential still.

stead of having 3x the amount of CC installed in one game.

I know from some gameplay simmers that they often get rid of store stuff they do not use and disable some EP's and SP's they rarely use (like ITF and Island Paradise, which are known to be especially laggy). I'm sure you know this, but in case people read this who are new to TS3, the AnyGameStarter tool at MTS has this functionality and can create profiles so you can have several "separate" games with different mods and CC. Gameplay simmers tend to pay attention to how CC performs in-game/they look at polycounts beforehand, and also reduce their amount of mods. They also tend to play in worlds that have optimized routing. Also, merging CC is a must. It might also be a good idea to make 2 or 3 different profiles with AnyGameStarter and play with different CC in all of them and if you get bored, you can switch over to another profile and play a different save with different CC. My game is definitely overdue for a refresh, and I plan on using the Sims 3 Performance Guide on Steam to get it into a more playable state. It is one of the best performance guides I have come across, so maybe it will help your game too?

[ancient-cats-unite]

Piledriving Trouble

Corrupted Psychocat got his Zombie Talent!

Corrupted Psychocat got a recent request to join the Zombie hunters. They only knew some, like Cataur and Thaumaturge (ironically, both hate his guts.) Also Inspector Gabriel was there! Maybe they could talk more detective stuff!!

Psychocat ate his warped cereal and got to meeting them. They were cleaning up Into The Future Outbreaks for Catfood. Inside the trailer transporting them, there was Housewife, Shigong, Musashi, and Gabriel. A stake was driven behind him, ripping his cloak.

"Hey!"

A vehicle driven by a gruffy cat in a dusty cockpit backed up. Her paws were callused and she had a death glare.

"OI! Get the hell outta my way! I drive my stakes wherever I DAMN PLEASE!"

"Piledriver, its eight in the morning, loosen up dearie. Hey, Psychocat."

Housewife Cat was tying her apron behind her. Shigong and Ectoweight Cat were sparring. Piledriver scoffed, scaring Lil' Flying Cat half to death with a stake driving straight up them.

"Hi Housewife! Whats up with her?"

"Piledriver is a bit cranky in the morning. Welcome!"

Seafarer was at the way back with Catarzan, fishing up some mackarel.

"So you add a little garlic and.. voila."

"Thanks Seafarer. Barely got to eat. My wife is a black hole."

Catarzan munched on the fish. Thaumaturge and Gabriel sat next to Musashi, talking about nothing in particular. Extra Life Cat was playing with Musashi's spectral cat. Psychocat slid next to Gabriel, much to the demon's dismay.

"Heeeeeeeeeey Gabe! Hows my favourite detective doing?"

Psychocat stimmed, making a mini blackhole. They grinned while the detective sighed.

"Hello Psychocat. I didn't know you were here."

"Well I got my Zombie talent soooo I get to see you more! Boop!"

Psychocat poked Gabriel in the cheek.

"Oh joy. Did Piledriver give you a hard time?"

Thaumaturge said, noticing her come aboard.

"Yeah! Whats her problem? Grandon Corps has tons of money, get her something to manage that anger!"

Piledriver Cat got out, parking her piledriver at the edge of the trailer.

"Must be a good time at parties, eh? Probably doesn't go to them, she's got no friends?"

"Uh.. Psychocat?"

Piledriver Cat walked over. Chills ran throughout the trailer.

"Bitch could put R.Ost to shame! She's that much of a pain! How does Miter Saw deal?"

"Psychocat?"

Piledriver was above him. Thaumaturge could see her baleful glare.

"She should shove those stakes up her dumb, brute a-"

"PSYCHOCAT!"

Psychocat was expecting Piledriver to get riled up, but didn't expect her to punch him smack dab in the face.

"Oh shit!"

Psychocat was knocked to the floor. In a desperate attempt, he opened up a portal to teleport away. The malovent force threatened to suck the two up. The trailer moving was no help, sucking up poor Extra Life Cat.

"Language! Someone stop them!"

Housewife cried. Ectoweight yanked Psychocat away and Gabriel held Piledriver. He had to use two hands, Piledriver was a relentless one. After a while, they quit squirming.

"The minute we're done this, you're dead meat."

Piledriver Cat casted daggers at him. Psychocat gulped.

"Piledriver sweetie, come sit with me. Psychocat, go sit with Inspector Gabriel please. I want peace and quiet, even if I have to tie you up!"

Piledriver Cat sat next to Housewife, sulking. Psychocat grumbled. The ride there was less hectic than normal. Gabriel and Musashi managed to rescue Extra Life Cat from the vast expanse of space.

The gang stopped at Greece. Either Piledriver's punch screwed him up or his portals aren't working, but Psychocat couldn't get a single slow proc on Cavadear Bear. Luckily Shigong managed to Zombie Kill it before it could cause trouble. After that was over, they set up camp so they could head over to the next outbreak in a couple hours.

Psychocat should probably sleep with one eye open, especially with a pissed off Piledriver.

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//Hallo! I finished up ITF outbreaks! I probably should have done them earlier to be honest. Have a funny little drabble of Psychocat and some Zombie Killers!//

[focryst]

us (itf & orv enjoyers) 🤝 TASTE 😌 omg i'm genuinely so happy we share two incredibly niche interests <333 sldfkjslfj no bc that cliffhanger should've been illegal!!! i fully agree tho it's still one of the most profound shows i've watched to this day like. it's insane. i will literally never forgive them for cancelling it fr even on my deathbed I WILL NEVER FORGET

also not sure if u saw but a few months ago dominic mitchell (the creator) made a fundraiser to write a screenplay for the 1st episode of s3 which is !!!??!? i don't think a whole s3 is likely tho but still, it's nice to see people are still thinking about it a full 10 years later 😭❤

oh god i'm so sorry this is so late of a reply! missed out on a few asks ;o; the thought that goes on behind the show oh god. in its setting, in the characters, and just in general how the main/side cast interacts with the society around them... ;o; truly, truly profound. it honestly has some of the most memorable emotional sequences in all of my tv watching history tbh

BUT ALSO I DID!!! i occasionally hop on to dominic mitchell's twitter just to see if there are any updates LMAO i know they've been pretty vocal about wanting to make a s3 ever since well... the awful news of cancellation from all those years back, so i'm just as glad as you are to see people still giving love and support to the show and its creators ;o; <3 even enough to fuel a fundraiser holy shit

[harrietcainsfans]

Happy 26th birthday, Harriet! 17/09/19

[babygirltroybarnes]

Ways in which the group relates to one another

Britta & Shirley - they both are actively and purposefully trying to be good people. they’re both very concerned with their moral compass, but just have different standards for ethics: Britta has her activism and progressivism, and Shirley has her Christianity. Both are seeking for moral guidance, just in different places.

Britta & Pierce - they both tend to be the ‘butt monkey’ of the group and the things they do and say are made fun of more frequently than the others’.

Shirley & Pierce - they both are older than the rest of the group members and feel they do not get enough respect because of it

Shirley & Annie & Jeff - they all seem like calm presences but have anger/bloodlust simmering/hiding underneath

Annie & Britta - they are both shown to have unexpectedly dark and graphic imaginations at times.

Troy & Jeff - they both learned they do not constantly have to put up a masculine or uncaring front, and through their friendships with others have allowed themselves to be softer and more open with their emotions.

Britta & Abed - they both deal with the suggestion that they’re an emotionless robot; Abed’s been implied by others to be one several times, and Shirley and Abed himself call Britta a robot in Abed’s Uncontrollable Christmas.

Abed & Annie & Jeff - all have family problems that have caused them to cling to their new found family at Greendale. In Jeff and Abed’s case, it’s parental abandonment at a young age; in Annie’s case, it’s her family disowning her when she got addicted and went to rehab. All three of them, at certain points, have tried whatever they could to keep the group together as it was. Addendum; all three have dealt with being bullied in the past.

Abed & Jeff & Pierce - they all have the potential to become, as well as the fear of becoming ‘the villain’. Pierce is the most obvious, as in season 2 he basically ends up inhabiting the role of villain within the story; he’s cast in a villainous position in AoG, AD&D, Celebrity Pharmacology, ItDF, Applied Anthropology, and the paintball season finale. It is easy for him to be the villain as he holds generally discriminatory opinions and is self-centered and insensitive. Abed struggles with good and evil in season 3, most notably in VSA where he learns to use empathy to interact with others and in ItF where he becomes Evil Abed when faced with a distressing situation. His hyperawareness of the roles people inhabit in a story might cause him to be aware of his own potential to be the villain- this happens in Heroic Origins. Jeff is sometimes put in opposition to the rest of the group, such as in Environmental Science where he acts in his own self-interest, and Biology 101 where he nearly attacks the rest with an axe. His struggle to be a better person shows his desire to do better by people and be the hero of the tale instead of the villain.

All seven of them - never know when to stop and always take things too far

[rivetgoth]

I am rewatching In the Flesh for the first time since I was like 16 or something and man if you remember my ITF era you’re entitled to a senior citizen discount I mean it because ooh boy… It was my all time favorite show in the WORLD as a teenager lol. It’s genuinely surreal rewatching it right now and seeing all these characters for the first time since like 2015 or whatever, like it feels almost like seeing high school friends for the first time since graduating or something wtf. Also funny cuz I cannot stop having dreams abt it 😭 I’m 1 episode from the end and have a LOT of thoughts about how much of it still holds up, overall I do think it’s good but in particular I think season 1 is AMAZING, I’d say near perfect writing that’s so tight and thoughtful and atmospheric and thematic, while season 2 has some good moments and characters but suffers from being too drawn out with too much filler/unresolved storyline, and I’m not just talking about the unfortunate cliffhanger caused by the show being unfairly canceled 😔 Oh also there is like. weird and obvious racism in the casting that’s like.. really impossible to ignore. 2 black women in the entire series one dies brutally ep 1 scene 1 and the other is the least sympathetic villain in the series 😭 I like Simon and Kieren a lot (and a lot of other characters like Jem and Philip) but Rick remains my favorite character from the series even as an adult. If you haven’t been closeted in a conservative Christian household you wouldn’t get it.

[k-martins]

Words: + 2K Prompt: Pocky Game Warning: We don't have many spoilers here, except that this takes place after episode 6 of season two. Maybe alert to swear words and Megumi's bad mood. A/N: I can say that I became obsessed with pockys after I saw them in that Yuji bag, and then I discovered this game and my hands itched to write something, although I don't know if I'll do a part two of this. If you don't know the game, it's more or less this: "The Pocky game is a party game played with Pocky, a Japanese chocolate- or candy-coated biscuit snack. Two participants place the Pocky between them “Lady and the Tramp” style, and try to be the last to hold onto the biscuit, often resulting in a kiss." So yes, someone needed to write this with ITFS!

“Did you spend all your money on sweets?” Kugisaki clicked her tongue as she looked inside the paper bag, looking irritated, but Megumi knew she had a wicked smile on her face. "What's wrong with you? Five years?"

“ Hey ! I need to be fueled up for the movie!” Itadori defended himself, throwing himself awkwardly next to Megumi, causing the table to shake. “They are promising that this will be the most exciting film in the saga. I have to be ready to face any anguish!”

As serious as Itadori's tone was, as if he truly believed this, Megumi had His doubts. There is little chance that a generic American horror film – which had as its main theme people with mutant loveworm genes, by the way – would be so exciting to the point that Itadori would buy a bag full of various sugary freaks. Honestly, this was much worse than the purchases Gojo made for home when he took care of Megumi, and the man with white hair and eccentric taste in facial accessories had soda flowing instead of blood through his veins.

 Kugisaki shook his head lightly. She cast her sharp, questioning gaze at Megumi.

“Since you read about this thing and aren't a lunatic fan, respond. That is true?"

Megumi sighed audibly, ignoring for the sake of his sanity the delighted look Itadori had on his face. Instead of thinking about how the boy next to him seemed overjoyed with the information, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and opened the cinema's official website, turning the screen to show Kugisaki the information about the films currently showing . If the girl was surprised that he had found her so quickly, she didn't show it beyond a mischievous smile. It's not like Megumi has visited the site several times since Itadori mentioned how excited he was for the film, reading the synopsis and wandering through reviews of the previous films to find herself in the middle of the low-budget Hollywood mess. Of course he didn't do that. He just coincidentally had the site saved in his bookmarks bar.

“In an audience of thirty, twelve people gave a score equal to or above six.” He read it with a frown. Thirty people watched this? He expected a little less...

“Oh, that’s actually good!” Kugisaki praised, punctuating his words with a slap on Itadori's arm, which Megumi only escaped being hit by cowering closer to the wall. “Looks like your Worm Man movie isn’t that bad.”

“It’s a Human EarthWorm, Kugisaki.” Itadori whined, taking a pink rectangular box out of his – apparently inseparable – paper bag, with simple drawings of strawberries decorating the packaging.

“Oh, whatever.” Suddenly, the girl's chocolate brown eyes lit up in what Megumi could tell was pure ecstasy. He shrank further between Itadori and the wall. Somehow, that look was much more worrying than Kugisaki 's evil smile . “Oh, is that strawberry pocky ?! Give me one!” She jumped across the table, snatching the package from a very confused Itadori's hands, taking out one of the artificial strawberry flavored sticks. Her face was flushed with excitement. “Man, I was so excited to buy them! I've always wanted to try it ever since Saori mentioned the game, but my grandmother never let me. Something about 'being modest' or something.”

Kugisaki 's flawed and agitated logic . What did strawberry pockys have to do with games and her grandmother?

Beside him, Itadori laughed brightly as he pulled out a toothpick from the box, placing it between his lips like a cigarette.

“Ah, I know this game.”

"You?"

"It is clear!" The boy exclaimed, looking particularly offended by Kugisaki 's skeptical look . “I played this with my classmates in elementary school all the time. It was like a ritual throughout the party.”

Megumi is starting to feel uncomfortable with this conversation. Not that it was the first time he couldn't keep up with Itadori and Kugisaki 's energy and high spirits . Normally he would be content to just listen to the exchange and offer a shrug if asked about anything. Only this time, it really seems like these two are speaking another language.

As if he had read Megumi's thoughts, Kugisaki pointed the pocky at him, the broken tip over the separation between the strawberry topping and the chocolate rod.

“What about you, Fushiguro? Did you also play pocky when you were a delinquent ?”

“Can you not call me that?” He snapped, hoping he could hide his two friends' blushes behind his uniform collar. His times in elementary school beating up bullies weren't shameful after all, he never regretted it, but ever since Kugisaki and Itadori found out they both became insufferable about it. With a sharp frown due to the direction that strange conversation was taking, he questioned back: “And what the hell is this pocky game you guys are talking about?

Both Kugisaki and Itadori – after all, they were definitely sharing the same neuron before they even met – looked at each other in a silent conversation before gasping in surprise and dramatic scandal, with their hands on their chests like Victorian virgins and wide eyes. They learned that from Gojo , obviously.

“Fushiguro, how come you don’t know the pocky game?!” Itadori asked, loud enough to make Megumi's ears feel hot. “This is the most popular game among us normal teenagers.”

Normal teenagers? Megumi could retort against that.

“You, as a popular delinquent at school should know!” Kugisaki followed, nodding as if he couldn't believe what he heard, feigning Oscar-worthy desolation. "Deplorable. When I thought you were a little fun….”

With that, Megumi was one wrong word away from ripping off those damn pink pockys from Kugisaki and punching Itadori in the head to get that mocking smile out of him, but after noticing the looks of two eavesdropping couples, he was content with just crossing your arms over your chest and sulking. He's not going to give these two any more reasons to publicly embarrass him. That ridiculous scene of hugs and needy whining whenever he talks to some random girl is enough .

“Are you going to continue acting like children or are you going to explain to me what you’re talking about?”

If he noticed the bite and harshness in Megumi's tone, Itadori didn't show it. In fact, he boldly laughed as he rested his face in one hand, a chopstick between his fingers.

“It's just a silly joke. You put a pocky between your lips and try to eat it with small bites.”

Megumi waited longer – something really interesting and worth noting – but apparently Itadori had already finished the explanation, diverting his attention to the spinning movements he was making with the pocky between his fingers. Megumi wasn't the type to notice other people's abilities outside of battle, but there was a certain beauty in the way Itadori could handle the fragile stick without breaking it.

His attention was distracted by Kugisaki who was extending the pink box towards him.

“Live a little, big boy! Get one and try it.”

Something is wrong. A little voice in Megumi's mind whispered.

Kugisaki 's almost genuinely docile smile – and when it says 'almost', it means that Megumi doesn't believe in the softness of the girl in front of him at all –, or maybe it was Itadori himself sitting next to his with an amused and kind of curious, seeming really interested in his next move, which made the hairs on the back of Megumi's neck stand up like those of a skittish cat.

Something is very wrong.

Hesitant and perhaps too suspicious, Megumi took one of the pockys and placed it cautiously between his lips, feeling the sweetness of the glass on the tip of his tongue. The taste was predictably sweet and artificial. The strawberries were lost in the exaggerated amount of sugar, but the memory of them was still there, a note just for memory. Maybe it was a little greasy and easily too cloying for his taste, but it was a bearable sweet treat. It would hardly become his favorite snack, but the vanilla and dark chocolate cookies were delicious.

Kugaisaki 's smile grew, now revealing white teeth, cheeks pushed up.

That's when he realized his mistake.

Honestly, Megumi was waiting for something terrible to happen. He waited for the taste of pepper, or Kugisaki 's loud laugh as she revealed that there was no game of pocky , that she only invented it to see Megumi eat the sweet stick like a rabbit devouring a carrot. Anything like that. However, he was caught off guard by Itadori's palm manipulating the back of his neck so that he was looking at his face from just a few centimeters away.

The dirty glassy lips opened to bite the other end of the pocky , inching just a millimeter towards Megumi's own lips. It was a very close call that their noses didn't touch, but Megumi could still feel the ghost of Itadori's breath mixing with his own, even hear the clicking sound as the boy's teeth closed the distance and devoured the toothpick between them. Two more bites and Itadori would touch his lips. One more and then Megumi would taste the taste of strawberry glass directly from Itadori's sugary lips.

The world seemed to catch fire around them.

Maybe it was, because when Megumi jumped back, his mouth open in shock and shame, his entire face seemed to have been licked by flames, putting embers in his ears. Even though there was now quite a distance between Itadori and him, the vivid memory of honey-colored eyes sparkling with amusement and flirtation still echoed in Megumi's vision, painting his face the same shade as the strawberries drawn on the pocky box . His heart beat wildly inside his chest and cold sweat ran down his back.

What the fuck was that?

As if that wasn't enough, Megumi's breath caught as he watched Itadori, who hadn't looked away from him, finish the pocky , greedily devouring the part where Megumi's lips, teeth and tongue had touched. The pink-haired boy finished by wiping his lips with his thumb. He had a satisfied smile.

“Mm…” Itadori hummed. “Looks like I won.”

“Huh , what?” Megumi stammered uselessly, having a faint awareness of how pathetic he looked with his face red and his mouth open like a fish out of water. Damn Yuji Itadori !

A click and a flash were what took him out of that limbo.

"There is! Just look at your face!” Kugisaki cackled, turning the phone screen to Megumi. In the small illuminated rectangle was displayed for all to see the red, pathetic mess he had become, a reflection of his state of mind. Humiliating. “I'm going to send this to Maki-san ! Let’s put it in our graduation video!” Before Megumi could give any response to that – what, he doesn't know, but he would think of something at the moment – Kugisaki slammed both hands on the table and stood up. “It’s our time! If we don't want to miss the worm man movie...”

“Human EarthWorm, Kugisaki !”

“Alright, you crazy fanboy , let’s go!”

Megumi barely registered what was happening. He couldn't have imagined what had just happened. Or can you? He was so tired after that mission and being dragged by Kugisaki to meet that girl – Ozawa I-don't-know-what – who could very well have hallucinated with Itadori's face so close to his, their noses almost touching, their lips mere centimeters away?

Maybe Megumi should go home.

Take a long nap and think about anything other than the way Itadori's lips look shiny with glass . Would it taste as sweet as it looked?

Then, as the world hated Megumi and his entire family generation, the said boy with strawberry pocky hair and bright smile, turned to him with the most delighted and amused expression he had ever seen. Much happier than any memory that a past crush could generate – not that Megumi was being petty about it.

“Aren’t you coming, Fushiguro?”

Oh yes. They were going to see a movie.

Megumi needed to get his head on track.

“ Su-sure .” He stuttered, hoping that his quick movement in standing up had hidden his still red face.

It didn't work, as Kugisaki elbowed him, his feline smile even wider.

“ Wow . You didn't really know the game. She looks like a schoolgirl.”

“Shut up, Kugisaki .”

The response he received was just a loud laugh before she went off to buy popcorn, probably intimidating the attendant looking for a discount on the themed buckets .

As soon as Kugisaki was out of earshot, Itadori leaned into Megumi's space, his voice low and warm near his shoulder, while his caramel-colored eyes still continued to stare at him with amusement.

“You don’t need to be shy, Fushiguro.”

“I’m not shy.” Megumi retorted, perhaps too quickly and defensively.

That's when Itadori let out a bright laugh that certainly didn't make his heart skip a few beats.

Of course!

It's just the heart attack taking him early.

“Ah, fuck .” He grumbled, turning towards the exit.

That was it. Megumi was leaving.

Fuck Yuji with his movie and Nobara with the pockys .

“ Hey ! Wait!"

Itadori grabbed Megumi's wrist, his grip firm yet surprisingly gentle.

The pink boy looked genuinely sorry as Megumi looked at him, his tanned face contorting into a kicked-puppy expression that would have been adorable, if Megumi hadn't been fuming with embarrassment, anger, and distrust.

Nothing good came when Itadori looked at him like that.

As if noticing Megumi's emotions, Itadori smiled tenderly.

“Sorry about that. I wasn’t trying to embarrass you.”

“You didn’t do a good job.”

“Okay, I think I deserve this.” Itadori scratched the back of his head, before his countenance radiated with a dangerous glow. “Hey! If you want, I can teach you how to play later. That way you don’t have to run away like a scared cat every time you play.”

“Do you want to get punched, Itadori?” Megumi huffs, impatience beginning to throb. He pulls his wrist from Itadori's grip, who wisely steps back with his hands raised defensively. “I will not participate in your silly games with Kugisaki. Forget it."

"Okay, okay. It was just an idea.” Itadori hummed, crossing his arms over his head. His gaze didn't leave Megumi's face for a second as he added, more carefully: "But, if you want, the invitation is extended."

Megumi sneered.

Why would he accept this invitation? He didn't mind Kugisaki and Itadori's childish pranks as long as they didn't harm him. Playing pocky will be no different. Plus, it's not like they have many parties to go to or opportunities to play these types of games. It wouldn't make any difference. Kugisaki and Itadori can stay with their games while Megumi stays with his books, completely at peace, without thinking about how Itadori's lips looked unbearably seductive when tilted towards him, nose almost touching his, brown eyes burning with a different fervor. and totally chilling. No, he wasn't thinking about that, much less about how easy it was for Itadori to handle him easily, firm despite the tenderness of the touch, his calloused palm holding Megumi's neck as their faces got closer and their breaths mixed.

No, Megumi definitely wasn't thinking about that.

In fact, he was starting to find Itadori's worm man poster very interesting, completely forgetting that brief moment when Itadori wiped his lip, insatiated after devouring the indirect kiss with the taste of strawberry pocky .

Yes, he totally forgot about that...