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pinkaditty · 2 months ago

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Who's Passing NNN? Tokyo Debunker

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a/n: this is extremely low effort but in my defense im pretty sure i was drugged on halloween. *ahem* originally this was SUPPOSED to be low effort but clearly i got way too into it. anyways. i’ve been working a lot lately which is why i don’t have many works out rn! i work weekdays from 8 in the MORNING so it’s a lot going on but i use what little free time i have yk? ntm i have MULTIPLE projects im also working on 4 a different site so it’s a lot. i don’t think anyone’s gonna read this but im working on being a vtuber so its lots of prep lmfao! and with that, my weekends are mostly spent sleeping or with friends, but i really enjoy my work. ill be going back 2 school eventually so i need 2 figure out how the hell im gonna make that work, but i will. amen. pray 4 me y’all. oh also reqs r still being worked on i promise. just gotta get this fucking schedule under wraps. anyways. this came 2 me on a random sunday (betraying the lord as usual) and i decided. lets write porn. i wanna do something silly bc my friends have been panicking abt climate change and its rubbing off on me. amen! quick disclaimer that i write these under the assumption the tokyo debunker boys are at least 18 years old. they appear to be present at a university considering there are professors and a chancellor. not to mention the boys drink, smoke, gamble, and refer to themselves as adults.

summary: who out of the tokyo debunker boys will pass nnn? who will fail? cliche i know but let me have this

cw: jerking off i guess. mc mentioned but no physical appearance described. MINORS DNI!!!!!!! Frostheim || Vagastrom || Jabberwock || Sinostra || Hotarubi || Obscuary || Mortkranken (before you ask vagastrom and jabberwock r already written jus not posted yet)

MINORS DNI AS PER USUAL TY FOR RESPECTING MY BOUNDARY!

Frostheim:

Jin Kamurai: Pass

Pretty touch and go with this guy. He’s never heard of it before, so when it’s a sudden trend around campus, he’s not visibly piqued, but he is… interested. Outwardly, he’d think it’s absolutely fucking ridiculous. Inwardly? He’d want to do it to prove something to himself. Of course, on the rare occasion he has an odd dream… well, he prioritizes his own pleasure over some pathetic game.

He finally wakes up from a rather interesting he just had after lounging around and avoiding his work. You’re supposed to be coming soon to drop off some documents. Maybe that’s why you were in his dream. Hmph… What, he dreams of his… servants, now? Rolling over proves to be a challenge when his half-hard cock jumps at the slightest shift of his sheets. Now this? Well, he won’t hesitate to take care of it. A simple pillow will do the trick. In mere moments he’s humping into a large pillow, burying his face in one end and thrusting his hardening clothed cock in the other end. The friction more than satisfies his needs. He’s so focused on it that his vision swims, most of his body going slack except for his arms squeezing the pillow taut to his chest and his hips insistently searching deeper, warmer, and wishing for wetter, tighter. When it’s all over, and his focused expression melts into a slack-jawed, bleary-eyed one, he knows he’d much rather stay here, in his sheets. His warm, sticky release, however, will eventually turn uncomfortably cold, and he knew you were on your way.

Tohma Ishibashi: Pass

He’s participating because he knows Jin is participating. That’s really all there is to it. He’s not interested in any clout or anything, just thinks it’s funny. He doesn’t do this too frequently, but often enough to keep his rocks off, you know? Sometimes, though, he doesn’t really get any free time for months cleaning up after Jin, so… It’s those times that are more interesting.

He tries rather hard to go slow for the sake of savoring it, but fails miserably - it’s been months, after all. His uniform is much too hot to be doing this in, but god forbid he waits another minute. A sweaty collar and cum-stained slacks could be washed, anyway. Despite starting with slow strokes, before he knows it, his hand is wrapped around his dick, rubbing furiously like there’s no tomorrow. His other hand claws into the bedsheets beneath him, pulling them every which way. His face contorts into a number of different expressions: his jaw clenched tight and his eyes narrowed harshly, or his jaw slack with his tongue lolling out and his eyes rolling to the back of his skull, or even his lips pressed tight together to stifle moans with his eyes screwed shut just as well. Regardless, he’s enjoying himself and desperately trying to keep a hold of himself. Finally, when the wave of pleasure comes, he presses his face into his pillow, knowing it’s hopeless to attempt to keep quiet. He spills more than he intends every single time, and when he collapses on himself, feels his dampened body melt into his equally dampened sheets. His hair is disheveled, his uniform is sloppy, and his monocle slips off his face. Fuck. He’d have some washing to do.

Lucas Errant: Pass

Do you think this guy masturbates? Like genuinely? I don’t doubt it but I think if he was challenged to go a month without it he’d manage fine. I think, at best, he does it when he’s so fucking exhausted from studying that he can’t focus.

Like, he’s studying one night. An itch makes itself known, but it’s easily suppressed. He smoothly focuses on his work. The itch rises again. He ignores it again. His leg begins to twitch. He ignores it even more. His leg starts bouncing without him realizing it. He presses a hand down on his knee, purposely avoiding touching his thighs, and attempts once again to focus on his work. The itch spreads, reaching from his groin to his legs, slowly crawling up his back. He still stifles it and forces his eyes to absorb the words on the paper of the book in front of him. The itch reaches his neck, creeping up his spine to his face. Suddenly, he’s flushed, and he realizes that, despite his best efforts, here he sits: half-hard, not absorbing the information in the book, his breathing heavy and his vision swimming. Damn! He allows himself the slightest freedom, knowing that will lead him to the gates of release whether he wants that or not. When he’s covered in his own sticky release a few minutes later, clarity hits him at last. He bites his lip and suppresses a groan as he stuffs himself back into his pants, shaking his head to rid himself of the cloudy orgasmic feeling. Finally, back to work.

That being said, November is a cinch… unless this happens.

Kaito Fuji: Fail

I don’t need to explain myself I think lol! Horniest virgin on the face of the earth. Yes, he fails, to thoughts of you, at that! I’m even willing to bet the one time he tries, he fails accidentally via wet dream. Sucker! It’s surprising, though… When he puts his mind to it, he really can keep his hands off himself… for less than a month.

It’s late at night and he’s not studying, rather rolling around in his bed, back and forth, trying to resist the insistence of his cock, pressing into the mattress at full mast. He huffs face first into his pillow, feeling his cock strain against his underwear. He could stand this for a little longer. Just a little longer… November just started, sure, but if he beat his record of one week, that’d be accomplishment enough for him. He has to resist the urge to whine as he rolls over again, his cock pressing and pressing and pressing against all things within reach. He rips the covers off of him, frustrated, feeling warm from the heat of his arousal anyway. He could get through this, right? His fingers grip his shirt collar, bunching it into his fist. His other hand gripped his phone, as though using it to ground himself. He shifted the screen to his face. Maybe he’d be able to find something to take his mind off of things. He opens WickChat and scrolls, searching for a distraction. However, the gods must be against him, because all he can do is open his chat with you, and pretend you’d sent him nudes. He tosses his phone back onto his bed, clenching his hand into another fist before it could drift any further towards his groin. He bites furiously on his fingernails, burying his face into his pillows. His cock continued to beg for attention.

a/n: well, i hope u enjoyed! im so tired and i have work in 6 hours. goodnight lmfao!

note that i appreciate likes, comments, and reblogs!! im not open for reqs atm, but please feel free to just hop in 2 give little random thirsts or something, i don't mind!

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bxd-decisions · 2 years ago

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! CATCHING YOU WITH A SEX TOY ⸻ TOKYO REVENGERS (3)

SYNOPSIS︙What they do when they catch you with a sex toy!

PAIRING︙Baji x AFAB!reader, Chifuyu x AFAB!reader + Kazutora x AFAB!reader

GENRE︙headcanons, smut

WARNINGS︙MDNI!, Fem bodied!reader, sub!reader, dom!Baji, Dom!chifuyu, Dom!Kazutora, fingering, masturbation, squirting, oral sex (f!receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, usage of sex toys, possessiveness, jealousy, ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18!!!!

AUTHORS NOTE︙Enjoy!! If you wanna be tagged in future fics, send me an ask!

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK APPRECIATED

◈ KESUKE BAJI

He isn't a jealous type. In fact, he is glad you can be sexually independent in some way.

But he also can't deny how the thought of you fucking yourself with a vibrator in front of him turned him on.

He found the small vibrator under your pillow, and man, his thoughts went wild. He wanted to see you fuck yourself with it. He wanted to use it on you. He wanted to see you beg for him to use it. He wanted to fuck you.

Thus, you found yourself being extremely flustered when he was holding the toy up in the air with a devious smirk on his face. You knew where he was going with it.

Baji has caught you many times masturbating, he didn't think anything wrong of it, he knew you had your own need and he wasn't always around.

But on this day, he urged you to lay on the bed, stripped to your underwear with him settled between your legs, the vibrator gently running up and down your inner thighs on a low setting to tease you.

You were squirming, and whimpering under his touch, eventually the begging started, "Please Kei… please… so wet…"

How could he resist your begging? He was quick to move your wet panties aside and hold the vibrator against your sensitive clit on a high setting, making you whimper and moan his name over and over.

The moment you squirted because of the toy, he finally lost his composure and fucked you senseless. Until you were squirting on his dick.

◈ CHIFUYU MATSUNO

He is a shy and babbling mess. Chifuyu was so embarrassed and flustered when he walked in on you fucking yourself with a dildo. He at first turned around and left the room before you noticed he was there, but when he heard HIS name falling from your lips, it was over for him.

He turned back around and slowly approached the bed, swallowing the lump in his throat as he settled between your legs, taking the toy away, "Let me take care of that, baby…" his voice was filled with desire and his eyes had a lustful glow as he dipped his head down and flicked his tongue over your needy clit.

You were at first, just as flustered, but the way he decided to take care of you instead of watching you beg for him, that embarrassment was quick to go away and turn into desperate moans of his name each time he flicked his tongue over your sensitive clit.

He soon enough filled your hold with his long fingers and curled them into just the right spot over and over, having you whimper and tremble as you fell over the edge.

He looked up, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean, smirking at you, "Fuck baby… wanna fuck you…"

It was definitely a long night for you.

◈ KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

Kazutora is possessive and very jealous. Even when it comes to a sex toy. That's because he gets insecure and thinks that you aren't happy with the way he fucks you.

Kazutora was quite upset when he found your little vibrator. He kept quiet about it for a few days until he walked in on you actually using it. The way your face was contorted in pure pleasure completely broke the guy and he marched to the couch, taking the device from your hand and tossing it aside.

He hovered over you, glaring down at your flustered face, "You think you can do this shit, huh? I'm the only one allowed to make you feel that good, baby…" he whispered into your ear as he began to unbuckle his pants and hastily pull it down with his boxers.

You bit your lip at the sight of his pretty dick, hard and leaking of precum. It was always a beautiful sight.

He swiftly, and harshly pushed his throbbing cock inside of your needy hole, earning a moan from your lips, "F-fuck… kazu…" you whined.

He growled and began to thrust himself inside of you with a brutal pace while his hands touch and grope every curve of your body, loving the way you cry and beg for him.

TAGS: @tokyometronetwork @bajiissofine @benkeibear @noelledleapier @rindousfavoritewife @wildartist

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shiongenkai · 4 months ago

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Tokyo Debunker Headcanons

I'll probably add to this list again, so this isn't all of them forever, but here's some things I like to kick around in my brain about...

Jin

His style of playing chess is extremely close to Yuri's, and vice-versa. He'll deny it if you point it out though.

Kaito

He's just like his grandma when she was young, and she finds it fun to tease him about that (even if he doesn't realise that's why she's teasing him).

His bow aim depends on his own confidence for the most part, but also on how his bow is feeling, so even if he's perfectly confident, his bow will miss to mess with him sometimes

King thinks he's striking out with Luca and the MC daily, but the two of them always clench their fists in pure adoration when he leaves. 'So pathetic we can't NOT want him' vibes.

He got along with Zenji before he died. Sometimes he can still see him, but can't recognize that it's Zenji due to him appearing like the shadowy monster figure.

He's able to see the tree on Towa's hill, which is how they originally became friends.

Lucas

Him and Lyca occasionally meet up to discuss new things they've learned about Japan and exchange notes on slang they don't understand

Sho

ADHD king who channels his restlessness and pent up energy into different hobbies and sparring.

Always jumping to a new thing since he gets bored easily and tends to pick up on the basics intuitively.

Haru

He has a difficult time accepting genuine help outside of his immediate circle of Towa and, very very recently, Ren. He's fine leaving what he considers basic tasks to others (even if his definition of 'basic' is still much more involved than others) but when it comes to lessening his own workload, he's super avoidant of it

On that note, king doesn't get nearly enough sleep. He tends to snag small hour naps throughout the day rather than sleeping for an extended period of time. He feels too restless otherwise.

Despite seeming like he's willing to spend a lot of money on things that don't really matter (tracking devices, new fliers, etc), he virtually never buys things for himself or his own sake outside of drinks at Rui's bar. A $100 purchase for someone else is worth more to him than a $2 purchase for himself.

Towa

He and Shion have a rivalry over Haru, which Haru doesn't know about. Towa is very proud he gets to stay by Haru's side while Shion can't. Shion will die mad about it.

His perception on what's dangerous to humans has been skewed by being around Edward and Shion, so he thinks anything that hasn't killed them is safe enough for humans too (even when it's not).

Haru banned him from visiting Sinostra

He knows about Haru hanging out at the bar but doesn't mind it as much as Haru thinks he does. He prefers to chill at the hill anyway, and Haru can't see the tree.

Ritsu

Ren forced him to join his game guild for the invite bonus, and both of them expected Ritsu to hate it, but Ritsu accidentally got super, super into it. More into it than Ren. It is insufferable for them both

He has behavioral models for everyone, including anomalies like the ZipperCrocs and Peekaboo.

He is insanely, terribly gullible, and the other first years have a field day messing with him over it.

Leo has him blocked on WickChat after Ritsu quoted one too many stupid laws at him.

Zenji

He became scared of ghosts after coming to Darkwick since he realized they were real at that point.

He's the 'He asked for no pickles!' for Jiro, and has carried that over even though nobody but Haku can hear him advocate for his brother.

He sneaks out at night a lot to go watch people sleep, not because he's trying to be a creep, but because he likes to see people look peaceful at rest. He misses that sensation.

He created videos before he died, but rebranded after he died to capitalize on the idea of 'famous artist dies and works become more valuable'.

Yuri

He's a germaphobe, but only outside of the medical contexts. He obviously keeps clean for operations like a doctor should, but he doesn't freak out if he gets blood on him, or so on. If blood or dirt gets on him in any other context he freaks out.

He has OCD tendencies and likely OCD itself, but he's horrible at diagnosing himself with issues, and doesn't trust other doctors to do it for him.

The aforementioned difficulty also extends to physical issues like injuries, but he's more willing to rely on Jiro for those.

He is unironically a fan of Leo's TikTok and regularly watches his content.

#tkdb #tokyo debunker #jin kamurai #kaito fuji #lucas errant #sho haizono #haru sagara #towa otonashi #ritsu shinjo #zenji kotodama #yuri isami #edward hart #shion genkai #im staking my claim as shions number one stan. he hasnt even arrived #but im waiting #eset td

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failgirl-debunker · 14 days ago

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Tokyo Debunker: Epic the Musical

Odysseus

Options:

Honor Student: Self explanatory. Our main character who goes through so much. Plus our general consensus as a fandom is wanting her to just snap and lose it.

Lyca: Literally just to Subaru’s much more fitting Penelope. Lyca, bless him, is a bit too simple to be the mad lad genius Odysseus. But they are both feral and loyal.

Alan: “When does a man become a monster…?” You can see my vision here. He’s the Captain of the roughest house in school and a damned good Captain at that. But he’s in a constant struggle with himself to not teeter off into irredeemable violence, but when he does it’s for a just cause (Dante aside).

Penelope

Options:

Honor Student: Here we go again. Not only does it give our Odysseus so many more options, but Penelope would be such a good solid role for our sweet MC to grow into. She’s durable, and even when not being confrontational she’s crafty. She’s a survivor. We just want this for her personality so badly.

Subaru: Okay but undoing the tapestry every night for years and begrudgingly offering top notch hospitality in keeping with tradition is so Subaru coded. And just give his relationship with Lyca I just think it’s a shoe in. However, it still works even with MC as Ody!

Haku: Perfect in the event of MC as Ody. It’s an intelligent role, a well played calculating role, one that shows strong resolve and loyalty and adoration… but it’s also a very passive role. Perfect for Haku . He doesn’t have to fight anyone or do anything, he just has to be charming enough in the face of abhorrent people and clever enough to string them along. Haku embodies both of these traits. He’ll plan and plot and delay but above all he’ll be… Waiting… waiting… waiting…

Telemachus

Okay respectfully I don’t think we can cast anyone as babygirl Telemachus. If MC does take ins if the two main roles it implies a maternal standing on whichever *love interest* would be playing him. So unless we give this a spin it’s just gonna be a little weird.

Athena

Options:

Ritsu: We don’t have much to work this and this is a stretch but just… hear me out, let me cook, reserve your Judgements. Athena is portrayed as extremely “my way or the highway”, she’s thorough and calculating and can be helpful but her biggest flaw is a lack of empathy. Ritsu does not offer empathy and it’s something he will likely have to go through as a character if he wants to grow — just like Athena did. They’re both pleasant enough but they’re also woefully head strong and set in their ways. And frankly they both seem to have a serving of Daddy Issues in their plates. Again, this isn’t perfect, but I’m trying.

Zeus

Options:

Tohma: “The blood on your hand is something you won’t lose. All you can choose is whose…” I think Tohma is the scariest character in Tokyo Debunker, I’m not even gonna front. He’s dangerously smart and cunning and he’ll get his way. “Tell her I’m the judgement call, the kind to make her kingdom fall.” I think his goal is to have Jin’s Kingdom fall.

Eurylochus

Options:

Alan: The greater good, willing to get his haves dirty for the greater good, will do what it takes to ensure the wellbeing of his house, he doesn’t necessarily choose violence first the way Eury would at times but what’s gotta be done will be done. There’s a stoicism but they both still ooze humanity. That stoicism is a wall not just to protect themselves but to protect others and sometimes that wall is a self isolating fortress where their own feelings are sidelined. They both feel deeply but they’re realists and sometimes feelings are a hindrance.

Polites

Options:

Rui: He’s helpful and supportive in a way that hits different from Haku but like with Polities there’s something about it that doesn’t always feel strictly platonic. Polites and Rui are each their own kind of tragic, but unless he’s forced to clean up after Ed and Lyca Rui’s just a very upbeat guy!

Polyphemus

Options:

Lyca: Simple lads. Polyphemus isn’t an unsympathetic character. When you step back and look at it, Ody essentially killed Polyphemus’ Polites when he shot the sheep. Now imagine the sheep is Subaru. (How many times do I reference Lyca & Subaru as a duo in this post…) I know it’s not the most enviable role but I do feel strongly about it suiting Lyca. Lyca and Polyphemus aren’t stupid characters and they’re more than just dangerous brutes, both were denied the circumstances that would’ve led to better development for them.

Perimedes

Options:

Ren or Sho: I'm not going to explain it. I’m just going to…

I don't love anybody that’s my power

Cause if I got nothing to lose

Then I got nothing to fear

And there's no way I'll get bruised

If I don't let anyone near

Cause it's me, myself, and I

Can't fall if I don't fly

Can't fail if I don’t try

I’m in my comfort zone

I'm in my comfort zone

Elpenor

Options:

Kaito: Butt-monkey. The Kaito Fans will never seek my friendship, but they will seek my mounted head for their walls.

I died, but nobody noticed.

I died, but nobody cared.

God, I’m sorry, but even in a cast where Sinostra and Tohma are romantic options I still think Kaito is the worst fucking one.

Aeolus

Options:

Towa: Playful, childlike (childish), mischievous to a dangerous extent, and it’ll never ever be his problem. If you get hurt as a result of his actions then you’re at fault for not playing his game right. Them’s just the facts. If not for a later role fitting Towa on a much deeper level this would be a shoe-in for me. It still is. Towa is. Basically this character and a later role combined. Plus!! Hems surrounded by cute little minions! Towa would love cute little minions!!!

Haru: Somewhat the same as the above but imagine it’s only directed at Reb and no one else. Dude broke windows to get in touch with Ren about his car’s extended warranty.

Poseidon

Options:

Jin: It’s a vibe. I don’t have a great deductive reasoning for this, it’s just a matter of desperately wanting to cast but not having enough to work with.

Lucas: My boyfriend hit me with the ol’ “hear me out” while showing him my list. Lucas is our very good boy but consider… Lucas’ brother in the place of Polyphemus. The relentlessness takes on a new context. He can’t let go and he cannot learn to forgive. Narratively Lucas seems to be on the path to something a lot darker than the character we currently know him as and I could 100% see him having a complete 180 in regards to the fate of his brother.

Hermes

Options:

Haru: The very very first casting that set off this entire collision of brainrot! I used to have Hermes songs on my Haru playlist. I could just say that Hermes canonically twerks and bring up how Haru constantly references asses and leave it at that but. He’s helpful in a chaotic way, he’s devious, he’s cunning, both of them have speed/motion related powers and they’re both just extremely silly flirty characters. “And I call this root… Holy! Moly!”

Haku: No one comes in clutch like Haku. Nuff said.

Circe

Options:

Leo: It can only be Leo. Leo can only be Circe. This is non-negotiable, I will not be hearing any alternatives, discussion and sharing opinions is a healthy thing to do but I think I’m right in this.

He’s not a player, he’s a puppeteer.

Tiresias

Options:

Subaru: Their powers are a little similar, Tiresias seeing all of time and Subaru seeing the entire history of things he touches. Both are reasonably burdened by their powers and Subaru in particular feels a great sum of guilt and shame regarding his stigma. I know I mention vibe a lot… but there is also a bit of resonance between these two characters.

Jiro: This was my original pick because of how somber he is. I don’t think he’s a bad choice either — good news, bad news, he delivers it thoroughly and completely. It’s just reality to him.

Scylla

Options:

Honor Student’s Anomaly: This is purely self-indulgent. <: Don’t you think her monster design merged with Scylla would be so cool? I do!!!

Argos

Options:

Edward: He’s an old ass man (dog) that’s so close to the sweet release of death. yes this is meant to be silly but it’s also a fun suggestion my boyfriend, a man who wants to do things with Edward I dare not repeat 🍆, is the one who suggested it.

Antinuous

Options:

Taiga: So let’s just… ignore some of the darker stuff in this character. The personalities are practically spot on. They’re arrogant, domineering, violent, and they’re more than brawn given how calculated they can both be. Also imagining the line, but from Taiga… “whatchu gonna do about it, champ?” Chills.

Calypso

Options:

Towa: He’s obsessed with the idea of soulmates, everyone in the fandom has mutually agreed that he’s a softcore yandere, he’s canonically extremely childish and demanding, and just look…

You're adorable

Bow down now to the immortal Calypso, here to entertain

But fear not, I bring no pain

'Cause we've got

All we could want here

All we could need here

Under my spell, we're stuck in paradise

No one can come nor go, my island stays unknown

Rui: He’s also very hung up on the idea of love, but! He’s also cursed into isolation because of his inability to safely touch others. I think if you put Rui in a situation where even platonic love is something he’s denied he’d get a bit corrupted by his loneliness. Calypso is way less sympathetic due to the SA of Odysseus in canon, but in Epic it’s not implied particularly so it’s easier to give her some grace there and acknowledge that she too is essentially cursed in her exile.

This is just a mention but I also considered listing Zenji here since he is also denied the ability to touch… but the thing is I feel like Zenji’s twist would be he’d relate more to Odysseus than Calypso. Because he has touched and he has loved and restraining someone the way he’s been restrained would be ghastly to him. I’m not saying Zenji has more morals than Rui, I just think the unfairness of that situation would move their hearts differently.

Besides, overall I think Towa is a shoe-in for this role. I just wanted to provide in-depth alternatives.

Apollo

Options:

Zenji: Their identities are intrinsically tied to an iconic instrument and the production of music and the arts. They’re charming and romantic to a fault!

Haku: Purely vibes! Pure true vibes! Immaculate vibes!

Hephaestus

Options:

Sho: This is very blasé reasoning. Hephaestus works on contraptions and machinery and Sho is the one who most prominently works on stuff in the garage other than sometimes Alan.

Aphrodite

Options:

Romeo: Self-obsessed with his own beauty to the point of making it everyone else’s problem? Petty and spiteful? LET FICO BE THE GODDESS OF BEAUTY, YOU COWARDS!!! I feel just as strongly about this one as Leo being casted as Circe.

Ares

Options:

Taiga: The Ares’ to his Lulu’s Aphrodite. Short-sighted, violent, impulsive, an absolute power house of danger and antagonism. Plus just think of all the cute animatics where Ares and Aphrodite work together against Athena.

Hera

Options:

Yuri: okay again, this is even more of a stretch but hear me out. Put down the tomato — hey! I see you in the back, put it down!!!… Yuri’s fake hype for himself and constantly being pissy. I think that works for Hera. Not so much Yuri being a disco queen, but you know, we love to see the antsy tsundere cutting loose. /lh

The Winions are all played by Peekaboo but Haru’s Peekaboo in particular is Princess Winion. Please imagine the crazy little dance.

Also Jiro as honorary Hades. Maybe Yuri is his Persephone if that’s your ship. Maybe MC is his Persephone (my preference).

Charybdis played by Calamari’s Calamommy.

#tokyo debunker #epic the musical #im so tired #I added a read more #sorry yall I know how much of an eyesore big posts are in search

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tobiasdrake · 2 months ago

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Digimon Adventure: Our War Game, epilogue

Well, we finished the movie but I wanted to take a moment to go over these epilogue slides. Especially for those fans who only know the OVA from its appearance in Digimon: The Movie, where the slides are skipped over so it can move on to adapt Hurricane Touchdown.

So, in the wake of near-nuclear annihilation how is everybody doing?

We close out Takeru and Yamato's story at the barbershop. It seems Sho has convinced Yamato to fucking do something about his scraggly-ass hair.

This somewhat bridges the gap between Our War Game and 02, where Yamato's hair is still a bit unkempt but no longer looks like a porcupine died on his head and he kept it as a hat.

Jou finished his entrance exams and looks like he's about to drop dead on the spot. Diablomon really fucked up this kid's day, and he still doesn't even know any of that even happened.

Speaking of people who have no idea what happened, Mimi is home from her Hawaii trip and everybody's got suntans. The Tachikawa family is as close as ever.

Hikari is still at that birthday party despite Taichi screaming at her multiple times to drop everything and come home. She has elected to invoke the rule of Go Fuck Yourself, a popular choice among women who've been treated rudely by domineering men.

She, too, remains blissfully unaware of the horrifying fate that nearly befell Tokyo today.

Yamato's grandma seems to be enjoying the peace and quiet since Yamato and Takeru ran off.

Nobody ate any of Yuuko's destroyed cake. Diablomon truly did get the last laugh in the end.

Koushiro finally gets to go home after what must have felt like ten years in Susumu's office.

The Digimon return to Gennai's secret mansion to continue... Whatever they're doing with their lives.

And this is the big one. Sora types out an email to Taichi that reads: "Dear Taichi. I'm sorry. Thank you for the present. Sora." Then we close on the true final shot of the film: A picture of Sora, smiling and wearing the hairclip that Taichi gave her.

As with Yamato's haircut, this also serves to bridge the gap between series as 02 will see Sora no longer covering her hair with headgear. The emotional landmine Taichi stepped on has finally been cleaned up.

So. How we feeling about this film.

Assessment: My biggest complaint is that not one of the show's three female characters got to actually do anything.

Half of the cast was written out, with only Taichi, Yamato, Koushiro, and Takeru having any significant roles - and Takeru's really stretching the definition of "significant" there. That's fine, but it does bug me that not one of the show's women apparently warranted any serious inclusion.

I think that's why they gave Yuuko so much screentime. To compensate for the fact that all three of the Chosen Children girls were excluded.

Diablomon is... pretty straightforward. It's a buggy Digimon made of bugs who eats data, and its eating of data causes more bugs. There's something simple and childlike about its demeanor right up to the end, but any sympathy I may have had for it vanished instantly with the reveal of the nuke.

That the nuke was not a reaction to Taichi and Koushiro but rather something it did right at the start of the film really gives it a lot of added menace that didn't seem present in its earlier stages. And yet it's not super clear if Diablomon even grasps the severity of what it's doing.

But it's unambiguously both aware of and complicit in the nuclear threat. That didn't just happen by accident as a result of a bug. The whole thing with the clock shows that Diablomon knows it launched a nuke and is making a horrifying game out of it.

Which is... All it really does. It doesn't feel like it's trying to destroy the world on purpose. It would have fired more than one nuke if that was what it wanted. It just feels like it's playing games. With extremely high stakes.

What an odd creature.

The stuff in Shimane with Yamato and Takeru was a lot of fun. XD More than I expected it to be. I kinda love the barbershop randos.

Sora and Taichi's drama seems like it's meant to be the emotional center of the film. This is what we open on, and it's what we close on. It's something we keep coming back to as the OVA progresses.

But it's also kinda flat due to Sora basically being a glorified cameo like Jou and the other girls. Without giving Sora any kind of active presence, there's not really anywhere it can go. All we can do is listen to Taichi wring his hands and complain about the drama they're having until his email arrives and it suddenly stops happening.

It's hard to do interesting interpersonal drama as a solo act.

I think the missile itself is the breakout star of this OVA. If there's one thing Our War Game is remembered for, it's... Well, actually, it's the debut of Omegamon. But if there's two things, then it's being the one where an evil Digimon tried to nuke Japan.

All in all... still a fun OVA. Now, there's nothing left between us and Adventure 02. The old guard are retiring to middle school. It's time for a new generation to take over.

#digimon #digimon adventure #revisiting digimon #revisiting digimon adventure

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rottenzombrainz · 3 months ago

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Tokyo Debunker FriendFic (Zenji + Ed)

Beginning notes:

my second fic in my tkdb FriendFic series! based off a pairing @aayakashii mentioned in an ask response >w<

I also sprinkled in some Kirisaki brother content because I love them and you should too!!

Ed might be a little ooc, he's one of the characters I don't study under a microscope...

sfw(obvs),spoilers for Zenji's lore and Ed's too ig

Jiro was on his way to Obscuary, unknowingly being watched over by his dear older brother. It's quite dangerous around Obscuary, after all. Zenji wanted to make sure he was safe.

The dark eerie forest surrounding the dorm was extremely off-putting... but somewhat inspirational too. Maybe Zenji will write his next ballad about this place?

"Edward. Where's Rui? I need to pick something up from him."

It was just like Jiro to so fearlessly stride through the dingy woods, walking with purpose as he made his way to get some herbs from Rui. The charming reaper was usually tending to the garden at this time...but he was nowhere to be found... however, there was another familiar face occupying the garden.

Jiro spoke coldly as he crossed his arms.

"You can just go in the cellar and grab what you need, no need for Rui's blessing. I'm looking for him as well... I'm not feeling well."

"Oh, I remember you. Zenji Kotodama, isn't it?"

Jiro cocked his head.

"If you're not feeling well, you should see someone at Mortkranken or the infirmary. I'm busy right now but if you tell me your symp-

Ed's crimson eyes stared directly into Zenji's. Could he see him too? Or perhaps he was mistaking Jiro for his big brother?

Jiro's brow furrowed at Ed's words and interruption. Just as he was about to correct him, Rui came jogging over.

"Big J! Hey! You haven't been waiting for me long, have you? My bad~"

Ed smiled brightly at Rui's presence and opened his mouth to speak. Rui flashed him a scowl.

"Ed, can you clean your own room? Just this once? I need to help out Big J!"

The lethargic vampire sighed, eyes flashing back to Zenji.

"Fine, fine. I'll just have our other guest keep me company."

"My my, it's not often I see such a kind soul stay in this mortal plane post-mortem. Will you keep me company for a little?"

Rui rolled his eyes before gesturing Jiro to come with him. Zenji bid goodbye to his little brother as he left. He felt comfortable leaving him in Rui's care, Rui is a good man. However... Zenji didn't feel the safest with the sanguine-sucking captain of Obscuary.

Zenji swallowed his fears and took a step forward.

"But of course! Who would I be if I passed up such an opportunity to mingle with the esteemed captain of Obscuary?"

"Great. I have this YouTube video I wanted to show Rui... but it seems he's too busy to indulge in me. "

Zenji lit up at the mention of "YouTube".

"You enjoy watching online videos? That's simply wonderful! Oh, do I have the channel for you!"

Ed's head cocked to the side.

"Really? How about we talk more in my room. I don't like being outside like this, even if it is always night here."

Zenji nodded, following Ed as he turned into a bat and flew into his room through an open window.

Ed's room was... atrocious, to say the least. Zenji had never seen such a filthy and unkept place. The stench alone could kill him all over again. And what's that weird liquid in that jar over there?

"My apologies, it's been a few days since Rui's cleaned the place"

The unsteady poet nodded, forcing a smile on his face. Ed patted the spot next to him on his bed as he pulled out a large tablet, holding it far from his face as he squinted and slowly tapped at the screen.

"Ah, here it is! Isn't this adorable? It's a cat playing the piano!"

"Oh my! This is the cat's pajamas!"

He turned the tablet towards Zenji, showing him the aforementioned video.

"'The cat's pajamas'? Now, that's a phrase I haven't heard in a while..."

"Yes! Language changes and evolves, just like the people who speak it. But I believe nothing holds a candle to the lingo used decades and centuries ago!"

Ed smiled in agreement before going back to tapping away in his tablet.

"My new dear friend, if I may, I'd love to show you the YouTube Channel I mentioned before. It's one of pure creativity, and unfortunately overlooked talent!"

"Oh? Please, do show me!"

The vampire happily handed over his tablet to Zenji who began typing away at the device in a similar manner to Ed.

"Zenji Kotodama Official?"

"Yes! This is where I post all of my best works! My dear friend Haku records and uploads them for me. Kudos where kudos is deserved!"

Ed hummed in intrigue as he browsed through Zenji's most popular uploads. His best one had 20 likes. He tapped on one of Zenji's music videos, Zenji hovering over his shoulder to gauge his reaction.

"Oh my! This is wonderful!"

"Is it not? I pour my heart and soul into my work! I'm over the moon that you enjoy my art!"

The pleased nightstalker nodded as he began to watch another one of Zenji's videos.

"Ah, yes... Your passion reminds me of how tasteful music was back in my day. I need to show this to Rui and Lyca, they'll love it!"

Zenji stood up and spun around with joy.

"Your kind words humble me, new dear friend. Shall we continue basking in the joy of inspired art?"

Ed let out a yawn as he placed his tablet back onto his bedside cabinet.

"Perhaps another time. I'm feeling quite tired, I had a very busy day after all. It's not often I go outside."

"But of course! Get your well-deserved rest, new dear friend! I will return at a later date- when you are feeling more energetic."

The vampire nodded, lazily waving goodbye to Zenji as he phased through the window. Just in time too, Jiro seemed to have finished up getting what he needed from Rui.

Zenji walked with Jiro until he reached the grounds of Mortkranken. He watched with pride as his brother diligently carried boxes of herbs before turning around and making his way back to Hotarubi.

"You were out for a while. Did you get swept away by inspiration again?"

"No, dear Haku! I made a new friend today. The esteemed captain of Obscuary!"

Haku greeted - or more so asked in place of a hello- once Zenji returned to Hotarubi.

"Oh really? Good for you. I'm glad you're back, I was getting worried."

"Oh, Haku! Your concern brings my heart great joy, dear friend!"

"Mmh-hm. I need to go help Subaru with something. Wanna come with?"

Zenji shook his head.

"No, not this time. I have to create a new song in ode to my visit to Obscuary."

"Alright then, good luck."

Haku waved as he left the room, leaving Zenji to his art and practice.

Ending notes :

as of finishing this fic up, it's 5:09 am. So if anything sucks, blame it on the fact that it's so early for me!

You may have already noticed, but I kinda like to embody the "main character" of this FriendFics through my narrator. I had fun writing similar to Zenji :D

If you have an idea for one of these FriendFics™, don't be afraid to send in an ask! I really enjoy writing these

#tkdb #tokyo debunker #tdb #tokyo debunker headcanons #tokyo debunker fanfic #friendfic #tkdb friendfic #edward hart #edward hart tkdb #zenji kotodama #zenji kotodama tkdb

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 5 months ago

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Thank you for responding to my request about how many kids the tenjiku boys would have, I loved it!

I think Ran would be the one who would end up with 3 children, he was surprised because it wasn't planned but then he ended up bragging about it to tease Rindou. I see him as a girl's father but in my head he would have a girl and two boys (needless to say, she would be his little princess). Rindou also gives me girl's father vibes although I think he would have two boys and the Haitani family would definitely be stylish

Can we consider the children adopted by Izana and Kakucho lucky? A home, a close family and I think it would be a lot of fun too. Izana and Kakucho's children would be close not only because of their parents' friendship, but because they once got up to something and it ended up being fun, after that they are always getting together and maybe even the Haitani children are showing up and giving some ideas of what to do

Maybe Hanma and his children are the terror of the neighborhood, this guy doesn't like boredom and would definitely take his two boys to get up to mischief in Tokyo or they will disturb Kisaki (poor Kisaki)

I absolutely agree about Koko! In my head, Koko is always telling some gossip to her children and the children have fun listening to their father talk (light things obviously) and I can see them being stylish too, I always thought Koko's look was cool

I agree about Mucho. I see his children having good manners and surprising maturity for their age (maybe I'm crazy but I have this thought because of what Kakucho said about him and the way he acts/talks)

Shion is definitely the childless uncle, in fact, I can see him being an idiot sometimes and wanting to brag about being the only one without children (he says he just prefers to have fun) but I can see him being a good uncle and the children love him because he doesn't set limits and always teaches the children something new

I can totally see Mochi being the father of a girl! And she would definitely be his little girl, a very happy little girl! Mochi would always be carrying her on his shoulders and she really loves that

About Sanzu and Kisaki, I agree but I'm torn about whether they'd like to have kids. I probably have a distorted view of Kisaki because he seems like a busy man to me so he probably wouldn't think much about having children. And about Sanzu, it's the reason you mentioned but I find it funny to think about his reaction if his child made a mess (afterwards he'd have fun cleaning things up because that must be satisfying for him)

No need to answer this if you don't want to. I'm glad you read it but I also wouldn't mind hearing from you if you have anything else to say about them or what you think. I love your HCs, I always have fun reading them! Thanks for writing them and stay hydrated. ❤️

I'm glad you did! Mochi's actually the only one I have hc's on with the whole girl dad/ boy dad thing, I don't really think it matters that much anyway.

Also if Izana's or Kakucho's adopted kids ever called themselves lucky, the two of them would definitely correct them by saying they're the lucky ones because they got to adopt them.

No one can prove it was Hanma and his kids, you have no evidence of that! (he covers it up well and always plays innocent if ever asked)

I do think Koko's kids would be dressed extremely well, I think they'd be big eaters like their father too.

Mucho's kids would be the best behaved but still have their moments too

Mochi sitting and having tiny tea parties with his daughter too

See I think Kisaki would've always assumed he'd have kids because that's just what you do/ is expected and he definitely seemed to have thoughts about a perfect future. (Ok we're about to heavy into vibes and hc's here since we didn't really get a lot of his background in the canon). But I think he does have a lot of love to give and I think he craves love too, as well as affection/ people caring about him. Like he comes across as a child who was ignored/ only seen as someone with good grades which is why he latches onto the idea of Hina, the only person who was nice to him/ maybe his first friend. I think he would like the idea of having a family/ people to come to home to because deep down he seems a bit lonely. And in a timeline where he doesn't become obsessed with Hina, I think he would reach these conclusions too. (He 100% doesn't need kids for this, since you can have a family without kids but the topic is kids so that's what we're talking about rn). I do think he would have a lot of unpacking to do, even in the good timeline first but I think he would make a good dad.

I think if Sanzu did have kids he would hate it whenever Senju babysat them though, she would be all energetic and make a mess with them by having glitter everywhere or mud in the house and Sanzu would just be like 😑

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers spoilers

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ultimaid · 7 months ago

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Do you have any headcanons for what Kirumi's childhood was like?? Asking for scientific reasons

STARES DIRECTLY AT YOU. pluto you are not prepared for what you have just asked me. i have so many headcanons that i’ve just adopted as canon in my mind.

kirumi was born to upper middle class parents on the outskirts of tokyo. not quite in the city, but not quite in the country either.

her father was rarely home as he was the sole breadwinner, and her mother struggled with an undiagnosed mental illness, likely depression; she was also physically ill often. she was a former career woman who was forced to stay home due to her illnesses, but even with physical proximity to her daughter, they struggled to bond. she would often scold kirumi for crying.

kirumi was a… strange child. she met some milestones, like grasping objects and walking, extremely early. talking, however, came late.

kirumi was never close to either of her parents. she became fiercely independent from a very young age. by the time she was four or five, she was making her own simple meals and cleaning up after herself. she walked to and from school on her own every day. she didn’t mind. her mother would praise her for being able to take care of herself, and considering how little praise she got overall, she soon developed a complex about being able to do things without help.

school was a struggle. kirumi excelled academically, often having the highest grades in her class, but had a very hard time making friends. other kids found her intimidating and unapproachable; her blunt manner of communication did her no favors either. she would also often volunteer to help clean up at the end of the day, so she got a bit of a reputation as a teacher’s pet.

in an effort to be more likable, kirumi started making snacks for her classmates and bringing them to school near the end of elementary school. the other kids loved her cooking, and kirumi learned that doing things for others was a good way to get them to like her. for the first time in her life, she wasn’t lonely. it was a new feeling, but one she became obsessed with.

her reputation improved greatly in middle school. she would make food for her classmates, help them with homework, take over cleaning duty when they had somewhere to be… sure, she never had close friends like her classmates did, but this was so much better than the nothingness she was used to. so what if kids still teased her behind her back for her monotone voice and peculiar way of dressing? at least they talked to her now.

still, though… even as her service to others got rid of a bit of that loneliness, she still felt like a complete outsider. like no matter what she did, there would always be a layer of glass between her and her peers.

she began working as a maid at age thirteen. partially to have something to do after school, partially as a way to hone her skills in housework. soon, though, word got out about her talents. by the time she was fifteen, she was getting requests from high-profile clients in major cities. she still did well in school, but she was rarely home. she liked it that way.

some of her clients were kind people. some were not. but kirumi had no concept of standing up for herself. after all, this was the only way she had to be independent, receive love, and have a purpose. her career became extremely important to her, and she became known as the maid who would fulfill any request given to her. any request.

selfishness is a foreign concept to her. if she is selfish, nobody will love her. she must give and give and give in order to be cared for. it seems very simple to kirumi.

she’s accepted at this point that to have a real friend, or a romantic partner, or anybody who sees her as an equal would be inherently selfish, so she eschews the idea. this is how she was meant to live. this is how she was meant to be. constantly subservient. constantly giving.

#asks #danganronpa #drv3 #kirumi tojo #you have no idea how often i think about kirumi’s childhood.#please god ask me more questions about it i need it so bad.

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keouil · 1 year ago

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root yourselves beside me

yaga finds out the hard way his third years have no concept of boundaries. 4k. gojo/shoko/getou. fluff. also on ao3.

It starts with someone getting sick in class.

"So like I was saying last week," Yaga gestures to the blackboard containing a small-scale map of downtown Tokyo. Sniffle. "There are still some areas in Nippori and Mejiro prone to winter curses, no matter how outdated they’ve become in this century." Sniffle. "It mostly has to do with the rapid temperature drops and most of the area being residential condos, meaning a younger workforce," Sniffle. "But generally speaking, jujutsu sorcerers are disposed every December to do an annual cleaning of the—"

A sneeze.

"Oh my god, Shoko! Are you trying to inhale the entire room?" Gojo snaps at the same time Getou turns to her and asks, "Are you feeling okay?"

They exchange looks. Gojo only barely manages to dodge the smack to his head.

Yaga didn't mind his students, maybe even tolerated them from time to time. He'll admit he wasn't necessarily jumping for joy when the school board delivered the student packet to his office a month before orientation day, frowning at the familiar last name and worrying over the two that weren't. Tokyo rarely took in female sorcerers, most of them fleeing to Kyoto the moment their cursed energy manifested in favor of a kinder teaching environment. Tokyo always lost the betting pool on taking in clan kids, Kyoto and Hokkaido making a strong case for their traditional curriculumn fitting them more.

Their test scores were all over the place too—a mix of highs and lows—not to mention the disproportionate level of raw cursed energy within all three of them and the almost unnatural way they wielded it. A six eyes user, a cursed spirit manipulator, and a reversed curse technique healer. Safe to say they were an unpredictable bunch, and Yaga was the one tasked to soldier them down into a passable team.

Only at the rate they were going, it was highly unlikely.

Shoko sniffles again. "Shutupgojo," she tries to say, only to slur the words because of how muffled her voice sounds. "m' sick, yu idot."

"Is that the same cold going around the school?" Getou asks, brows furrowed in concern. "Nanami called in sick last week. I had to take over his mission."

"It is flu season right now," Yaga remarks, not bothering to scold them for interrupting him for the nth time. Instead he gestures to the three of them in warning. "And sorcerers or not, your third year is the most brutal. So make sure not to catch anything."

Shoko sneezes again, looking the most miserable and scrawny they've seen her.

Gojo turned to look at her then. "Why don't you just heal yourself?"

Shoko just sniffles some more, looking pointedly—if not a little accusingly—at Yaga.

"We're still studying her technique," Yaga says lowly, suddenly all too busy with himself and the blackboard and making a pointed attempt to ignore Gojo and Getou boring holes down his back. "It's—ah—well, we don't get an RCT user very often."

"And so?" Gojo prompts. "What's that got to do with her healing herself?"

"She is right here," Shoko mumbles, wiping her nose with the tissue Getou passed her. Sniffling, she adds tiredly, like she's already made bed with it, "They just don't want any unauthorized use of the RCT if they can help it."

Gojo scoffs. "Well that's bullshit," he's already waving his hand around and bringing her chair closer. "Shoko, I'll heal you myself."

Now it was Yaga's time to smack him over the head.

"You can't even heal a bug yet!" Yaga waves at finger at him threateningly. "Let alone heal your own bruises. Like I said, RCT is an extremely polished technique that needs the utmost concentration and control. If even Shoko can't get it right just yet, there's no way you're allowed to even try healing Megumi's skinned knees."

Gojo pouts. "But—"

Getou faces him. "Yaga-sensei is right, Satoru," he placates. "If we can't understand Shoko's technique and get in under control, there's no telling what you could do with yours. You could do more harm than good."

Shoko let her head fall on the desk, groaning and making incoherent sounds of death. They think they can hear her murmuring something along the lines of feeling like death, until she says exactly, "I feel like death."

Getou inches his chair closer. "Do you want anything?"

Yaga notes the sincereness in his tone and has to school his expression into something more neutral. That’s… new. He knows the third years had gotten somewhat acquainted ever since the Okinawa incident, always insisting on doing group missions then and almost never letting anyone—juniors included, much to Nanami’s chagrin—go out alone and without a buddy system. He had to reason with the higher-ups that they'd probably just felt shaken somehow, and to give him as much grace period as possible until he felt they were ready to get back into the swing of things.

It's easy to forget, Yaga thinks when he looks at Getou rubbing a consoling hand on Shoko's back and Gojo trying to peek out from under where her head was buried in her arms: how young they were.

If he had to come up with however many bullshit lesson plans he had to make to justify the in-person classes in lieu of field work, Yaga didn't mind staying up late every night to catch up with.

And when he sees Gojo and Getou getting into another ill-timed bet on who can make Shoko laugh first, Yaga notes, maybe it's all worth it in the end.

All for the good of the team.

Taking the Tokyo Metropolitan Subway is a mandatory rite of passage for any student in Jujutsu Tech.

Yaga insisted they use public transport as much as possible, arguing about its unrivalled efficiency in getting to places faster than any chartered car ever could no matter it’s convenience. Navigating the subway and monorails took some getting used to, but once mastered, any self-proclaimed Tokyo-ite should be able to walk the bustling Asakusa station with their eyes closed.

Only Yaga didn't trust the third years not to push each other on the rails for whatever immature reason they came up with on the spot. They were all temperamental and teenagers like that.

Enter Ijichi.

"Um," Ijichi starts, looking around the busy station and fidgeting with the straps of his bag. It was more packed than usual for a Tuesday afternoon. "Don't you already have a PASMO card, Getou-san?"

Getou glances at him briefly. "I do," he holds up the familiar pink commuter pass, before gesturing to Gojo behind him, who was trying to drag Shoko into a tanghulu stall. "But Satoru doesn't. And he doesn't know how these machines work, either, so."

When they arrived at the station a few minutes ago, it was glaringly obvious just how much of a sheltered life Gojo had lived. Ijichi tried his best not to let the incredulousness on his face show out of respect. It was hard not to, though, when Gojo really did not know shit about anything: the queues, top-ups, line transfers, etc. Ijichi's almost entirely sure he saw smoke coming out of Shoko's ears when he proudly declared never having been on a train in his life and why should he even get a commuter pass when he has a chauffeur. Getou only just about stopped her from slicing him in half in the nick of time.

Now they were queueing up to get a one-way ticket for Gojo on the shinkansen. His senior who should have been listening and taking notes and maybe learning a thing or two about commuting in the busiest area of Japan. But instead, he's dragging Shoko from one confectionary shop to another, buying every hypoglycemic pastry he can find and forcing her to tell him which one she likes.

"Suguruuu," Gojo whined in a high voice when they came back, arms full of take-out bags. "I wasn’t sure which one you liked, and Shoko was being a brat and wouldn't tell me, so I got you one of everything! You too, Ijichi!"

Ijichi expected Getou to chastise him for the waste of money, time, resources, his patience, etc. But instead is surprised when Getou just looks up from the machine and gives him a small smile.

"Thank you, Satoru."

Gojo's grin only grew wider. "Not a problem!"

Getou turned back to the ticket machine and double-checked the train times. Only Ijichi noticed something was slightly off. He wasn't as focused as last time, now that he'd secured the ticket and was waiting for the machine to dispense it. He had one eye on the screen, while the other kept glancing at his side, at Shoko who was inching closer to the ticket gates. She doesn't get a few steps in before Getou nods his head firmly in her direction.

"She's doing it again," Getou warns. "Gojo, grab her."

Gojo didn't have to be told twice. "Gladly," He reaches out and catches Shoko just as she was about to scurry away, trapping her in a back-hug that rendered her completely immobile. Gojo rested his chin on the top of her head and sighed dramatically. "Always like this with you. Like clockwork."

Ijichi must've looked as confused as he felt, because Getou turned to regard him with mild amusement.

"Shoko has this rather annoying habit of going straight for the female-only train," Getou explains, turning back to exit out of the machine portal. "Completely understandable, of course. But it's annoying when we get off at the station and can't find each other right away."

"Yeah, Shoko, what's that about?" Gojo looks down on her. "You worried about perverts on the train or something?"

Shoko tries to shove his arm off. "I'm a sixteen-year old girl living in Tokyo," she hisses. "Of course I'm worried about being groped on the train."

"Like we'd ever let that happen," Getou mutters under his breath, and Ijichi notes, with a tone of annoyance. They must've had this conversation before. Fishing the loose change from the machine, he stands up and flicks her forehead playfully. "How many times do I have to say it? You're safe with us."

"Don't worry," Gojo winks down at her. "We're the strongest."

"Please come up with a new catchphrase," Shoko elbows him on the side. "It's getting old."

The train ride back to school is.. something.

True to their word, Gojo and Getou immediately planted themselves in between either side of Shoko, to her obvious and verbal dismay. Grab my ass one more time, Gojo, and you won't have a hand to jerk off with next time. Ijichi stood by their side, hands clasped firmly around his backpack and looking up at them in thinly veiled awe. They stood so tall and imposing and just.. grand. It was even more obvious mixed in with the corporate slaves, nondescript suits and heels doing nothing but emphasizing the undeniable.

It's moments like that where Ijichi is reminded how some people were just born for this:taking the local train home but somehow still looking like they weren't cut from the same cloth as everyone else. Gojo and Getou nearly always turning heads where they went and Shoko so effortlessly exuding the very embodiment of a cool girl.

Gojo turned to him from time to time, making sure he wasn't suddenly being crushed into the rush hour crowd of Asakusa. "You good there, Ijichi-kun?"

"Y-yes," Ijichi stammered gratefully in return. "All good, Gojo-san. T-thank you."

Getou tried not to let it show, but Ijichi saw the subtle looks he kept throwing at anyone who so much as inched within five metres of their space. Gojo was busy chatting Shoko up and talking about his latest progress in Zelda, hands going a mile a minute demonstrating his different battle strategies. Shoko rolled her eyes but Ijichi heard her indulgent follow-up questions.

Every time the train hit a bump, he saw Gojo and Getou instinctively reach out to steady Shoko. She glared at Getou's hand on her back.

"Off."

"No," Getou insisted, but the conviction in his voice didn't feel as strong as it usually did. He must not be used to saying that to her. "Unless you want to start actually holding on to the railing this time?"

Shoko grimaced. "Do you know how many bacteria are passed on to those things every day?" she points to the handle on top of her. "And you want me to subject myself to that?"

"Exactly," Getou looked at her knowingly.

Shoko huffed, crossing her arms and staring straight ahead in defiance. She hears Gojo chuckling by her side, shutting up when she shoots a glare his way.

"Then just this once."

Ijichi shuddered at the thought of crossing any of them. He wasn’t an undeniable, and when he sees the kind of attention they attract on this random nondescript day he was tailing them, decides he doesn’t want to.

The text message Ijichi shoots Yaga as they find their way to the school is riddled with so much question marks and asking—nearly begging—him not to shadow his seniors ever again, ending it with only the vaguest alludement to a possiblequestionablemaybe homoerotic dynamic between them.

Yaga sees the last line of the text and deletes it just as fast as it came.

"Whose jacket is that?" Yaga asks.

They're in the morgue for Shoko's private lesson. Reverse Curse Technique users only spawn once every few generations, if at all, and so the higher-ups were on his back to train Shoko to be the most competent she can be. If only she wasn’t wearing an oversized uniform that was nearly drowning her.

"I'm not sure," Shoko looks down. "We all share clothes."

Yaga pauses. "Why?"

"Makes it easier on laundry day," Shoko shrugs, reading over the medical textbook.

Yaga eyes the length of the uniform. It had to be at least five sizes larger than her usual.

"But don’t you guys do separate days?" Yaga inquires.

Shoko held up a hand. "Hold on, sensei," she reaches behind her and feels around for the name tag stitched into every student's uniform, tugging it out to read it. "It's Gojo's. Makes sense. I already found at least five candy wrappers just in his front pocket alone."

"Do you need more uniform sets?" Yaga asks, laying out the gauze pads and alcohol. A body ripe for examination lay before them. "I thought we gave you enough during the summer."

"I have enough," Shoko answers, picking up a cavity injector and turning it over in her hand. "But they just aren't as warm."

Yaga opened his mouth to clarify, before a loud clang of metal on metal alerted them of another presence in the clinic. Yaga already felt them before they even made a noise, hovering just outside the door for half an hour. Really, he should commend them for being able to hold out that long.

"Oi, you two," he calls out tiredly, not even bothering to look up from the body on the table. "Come out now."

The doors to the morgue creak open slowly, hesitant footsteps pattering in. Shoko took one look at the intruders and was already reaching for something pointy to throw at them.

"Not this again," Shoko curses under her breath, curling her fingers on a particularly sharp-looking scalpel and aiming it their way. "I said no intruding on private lessons!"

Getou missed being skewered by half a margin. "A dart scalpel again? Really, Shoko? It's getting old." He parrots back to her, holding his hands up in surrender when she picked up a needle. The silver glinted under the fluorescent lights. "We just wanted to make sure—"

"Oi!" Gojo interrupts them both, going straight for Shoko and Yaga. "You can't just casually say you’re going to excavate a transfigured human over breakfast and walk away just like that! Like what does that even mean?

Shoko directs a glare his way. "It means exactly what it means, idiot."

"Don’t call me an idiot!" Gojo flares, gesturing to the decaying corpse and turning to face Yaga. "Yaga-sensei! Are you sure she can do this?"

"Excuse me?!" Shoko bristles, standing up and directing the needle at him. "What did you just say?!"

"Shoko," Getou starts, softly at first, well-timed caution clinging to his voice. "You barely eat at the cafeteria because you don't know where the meat comes from. You won't touch anything on the train. Utahime has to beg us to take you out into the city every now and then. Are you sure you can be around all this blood?"

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't just somehow patronize and doubt my competency as a medic at the same time," Shoko breathes once, twice. "And ask you guys again, while I still have all shreds of my patience, to kindly fuck off."

Gojo plays with some of the tools in the shed. "Honestly we really would," he accidentally nicks himself on a lancet and drops it, metal on metal vibrating against the sterile room. Shoko winces at the sound. "But if this is anything like last time and Yaga had to call us in the middle of the night because you fainted in the morgue, why not just save everyone the time and crash now?"

Getou smacks a palm down his forehead. "Satoru, that's not—"

But Shoko was already on her heel, making a beeline towards him with nothing but female rage and the sharp end of a surgeon's knife. "Say that one more time pretty boy—"

"Oi, you three."

Gojo only narrowly avoids being sliced in half by the equally menacing timbre of Yaga's voice. Getou snaps to attention right away. Shoko is still looming close over Gojo, who looked like he shrunk about a foot shorter and was now clinging and petting her hair. Yaga felt like putting a stop to whatever this was growing into. The third years had this rather annoying habit of talking over each other and overpowering whichever conversation they were having, and it wouldn't do to become a habit.

No team of his was going to be this disorganized.

"Yes, sensei?"

Getou. Really, at least he had one kid who had a good head on his shoulders.

"Are you guys done?"

Shoko at least had the decency to put the knife down and look sheepish, Gojo snuggling up to her closer in return. Getou smartly shut his mouth.

"You know for someone so concerned with hygiene," Gojo tugs at the neck of his uniform, trying to fashion it into a hood on Shoko. She slaps his hand away. "You wear my clothes a lot."

Getou coughs in the back of his hand. "Like you don't wear mine."

And then Yaga could only look on in horror as all three of them monopolized the conversation again, idle comments morphing into on a full-on debate about the etiquettes of clothes sharing and the potential hygiene crisis it might cause. Somehow, someway, the conversation morphed into culprit blaming of who was in charge of which chore on which days and really, gojo, that clan kid excuse will only get you so far.

It ends with Gojo all but picking Shoko up from the stool and hoisting her over his shoulder, her protests be damned. Getou just smiles at Yaga patiently, like this was the most normal thing in the world and his students had absolutely no regard for boundaries whatsoever.

"Gojo," Shoko warns in a low voice. "Remember what I said about grabbing me again and not having a hand to jerk yourself off with if you did?"

Gojo only smacks her behind playfully. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours, babe."

The door closes with Yaga's jaw permanently drilled into the floor.

"Shoko, do you have another cigarette?"

This is the first thing Getou says as he opens the door, eyeing the one on Shoko's lips. Yaga really, really discouraged his students to take on vices that were detrimental to their health and competency as sorcerers, but God knows trying to tell Shoko to do anything was like arguing with a brick wall. Gojo failed multiple times but kept trying. Getou was smart enough not even to attempt.

But Yaga knows Shoko at least held some semblance of begrudging respect for him, as their principal and the only authority figure in her life who was capable of signing off on her admission papers to her coveted medical school, and so tempers down to at least one stick in his presence.

It's why he keeps her in the morgue half the time, no-smoking rule strictly enforced.

He knows it's more a solitary thing for her to do, the smoking; and so when Shoko does that thing and tries sneaking away to smoke one out, all three of them are already standing up and following her.

Shoko blows out a puff. "Nope. This is my last."

"Give it to me then."

Getou stalks closer, stopping just a hair's breadth away from her. Ringlets of smoke marry with the air, Getou breathing it all in and not once breaking eye contact with her. He nods again at the cig on her lips.

“Can I?”

Yaga observes them closely. Shoko wasn't known to be someone exceptionally affectionate. Of the three of them, she was the only one who probably valued—and encouraged—that line of demarcation the most. He's almost entirely sure a beating is coming for Getou to be so all up in her space without warning. Even Gojo is looking at both of them patiently.

And so it came as a complete shock to Yaga, then, when he sees Shoko slowly get up on her tiptoes and stop just an inch away from Getou's lips. They were so close it looked almost like they were—

"Oi," Gojo snaps his fingers at them, sulking. "None of that."

Shoko just smirks into the cigarette, before pulling it out and placing it directly in Getou's mouth. The same cigarette. Then she winks at Gojo when she lowers herself back down. Gojo immediately intrudes and gestures wildly at the offensive cigarette, protesting the indirect kiss they just shared and none of you would even give me a peck on valentines day. Yaga glances at Getou and notices nothing but amusement—maybe even a little pride—playing in his eyes.

My god, Yaga looks on in horror, He actually enjoyed it.

"And you," Gojo spun on his heel, facing Getou who looked far too satisfied polluting the air. "Enough with the smoking. It's hard enough we have one chain smoker in this relationship, do you have to be the second?"

Yaga very nearly throws himself off the rooftop.

Jesus Christ.

Yaga finds out the hard way his third years have no concept of personal space.

The signs came easier for him now that he can brace himself for it: Gojo constantly needing to have some part of his body surgically attached to one of theirs, Nanami telling him he overheard Shoko in Getou's room early in the morning, Getou's almost constant protectiveness over them both.

But it's not until he visits the dorm, rather, that Yaga gets the most brutal awakening.

For safety purposes, the female and male dormitories were separated into different buildings. There's enough scare of cursed spirits to go around, and the school really didn't need the extra headache of trying to contain hormonal teenagers with growing bodies and temperamental outbursts in one area. It was better this way.

It took two semesters into their first year for the complaints to start.

"But sensei," Gojo says in class one day, when Yaga is busy drawing figures on the blackboard for their upcoming lecture on oni and Gojo is impatient. "Isn't it more dangerous for her to stay in that building all alone?"

Shoko twists the soft flesh on his elbow. "Again, she is right here!"

Getou is no help. "I agree with Satoru," he admits, already rummaging through his bag for a pain-relieving patch. "There's like 6 of us in total here, Shoko. It's safer if we all stick together."

"Oh shut up, you two," Shoko snaps, glaring at them both. "You just want me in the bedroom next to you so someone's there to bail you out when you guys break curfew."

Gojo's eye twitches. Getou has a vein in his forehead threatening to pop.

Yaga turns around slowly, so painfully slow, that it seemed almost an eternity passed by the time he levels both of them with a look that communicated barely restrained patience.

"You what."

Shoko leans back further into her chair, smirking. She was looking too pleased for their comfort. Gojo had half the mind to tip her chair back if only he wasn't sure Getou would tip his for even thinking of doing it.

Yaga looks at them coldly. "Someone explain right now."

So that was that. Gojo dropped the idea and Getou stopped insisting on moving her into their dorms, Shoko reasoning that she much prefers a break from all the "testosterone" and "masculinity" she's already being subjected to every single day. Yaga's sure he's seen both of them walk out of the female dormitory building well after midnight more often than not, but let it be because good companionship always bred good teamwork. They were being trained as a three-man cell after all, and far be it for him to get in the way.

Or so Yaga thought.

Yaga rounds the corner into the common area of the male dormitory, mission packets at hand to distribute to Gojo and Getou, when he hears a distinctly female voice coming out of Getou's room.

Laughter. Giggling. And maybe even—

"What the hell is going on here?"

Yaga forces the door open, bracing himself for the worst.

Gojo was lying on his stomach all over Getou's bed, too-long-limbs falling off and taking up more than half the bed. He had his head buried in Shoko’s middle, hands wrapped around her waist. She was busy flipping the pages of a book on Getou’s bedside table, judging by the archaic cover. Getou was on the floor, arranging bags of take-out food.

Getou is the first to spring into action. “Yaga-sensei!”

"It's not curfew yet!" Gojo bristled right away, leaping from the bed and pointing to the clock. "It's only 7PM!"

"I know that, Satoru." Yaga eyes them cautiously. "I mean.” He takes a calming breath. “What is all this stuff? "

"This stuff?" Gojo looks down at the discarded clothing on the floor, looking far too relaxed at the prospect of multiple undergarments haphazardly thrown about and Yaga is so scared to confirm if any one of them belonged to Shoko. "They're clothes."

Getou swears under his breath. "No shit, sherlock."

Yaga counts to three in his head. "I'm only gonna ask this once,” he breathes out. “But what is Shoko doing here?"

"She's helping us choose outfits for our date tomorrow," Getou replies casually.

Yaga deflates. Oh. That he knew. "I see—"

"Have you made the booking, by the way?" Shoko finally says, reaching for Gojo's phone and bringing it up to his face to unlock it. "We need to let them know we’re a party of 3."

"T-three of you?" Yaga stutters.

"Yes, sensei," Gojo looks at him unsurely. "Didn't we tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Yaga shrieks.

Gojo loops his arms around Getou and Shoko, grinning.

"We're finally official now."

#sashisu #satoshoko #sugushoko #satosugu #gojo satoru #getou suguru #ieiri shoko #jujutsu kaisen #fic

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greatwyrmgold · 7 days ago

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If you could make one change to Oshi No Ko, what would it be? (Change can be of any magnitude and scope. Frankly I just want to hear what your beefs with it are, as I’ve forgotten after scrolling through so many posts.)

I haven’t read/watched it but some of my friends have.

Alternatively, tell me about a Factorio production-line configuration that you like (on account of being easy to make, or elegant, etc.)

I'll do both!

One Change to OnK

"One change" is an extremely vague term. For instance: Changing the Movie Arc so that is paid off more of what was set up prior to and during the arc, without disrupting the early story's themes, would do a lot to improve the story. But while "make the Movie Arc good instead of bad" is technically one change, it's obviously not what you're asking.

My ambitious-yet-probably-reasonable "one change" would be to make Hikaru Kamiki a more internally consistent character. From what I hear through the grapevine, Aka Akasaka did not fully figure out what Ai's murderer was like until the Tokyo Blade Arc or so; from what I read in the last volume, he also changed his mind after establishing Hikaru.

Ideally I'd like Hikaru to be consistent with the most interesting version of his character—a self-loathing kid who was victimized by the entertainment industry like Ai, who genuinely loved her and was loved back, but took her apparent rejection badly and made the worst impulsive decision at a crucial moment.

But even if Hikaru was consistently the lying-eyed murder-cult leader from the last few chapters, that consistency would clean up some of the problems around Hikaru. For instance, Akasaka probably wouldn't have written the bit where Hikaru got CSA'd if he knew Hikaru was just a bad apple.

If even that's too broad a change, I'd probably go with "have the events of the chapter 143 conversation between Ruby and Aqua pay off".

I'm not just talking about The Kiss, but that's the elephant in the room. I don't ship Aqua and Ruby, but their relationship (including the incest-y bits) is interesting. There's a lot to dig into there! There were only two wrong ways to handle that: Have Aqua and Ruby break character to make the ship work, or pretend it never happened. Akasaka chose the second option, which probably isn't as bad as the first, but I still hate it.

Hopefully that answers your question.

Factorio Production-Line Configuration

I like custom production lines that adapt to the very specific circumstances where it's built. My brain acknowledges the many benefits of furnace stacks and main busses and so forth, and I use them when relevant, but deep in my heart I love the spaghetti and try to find any situation where I can use it.

For instance, consider that one time I set up flamethrower turrets.

Did I need to deliver this by train, using the same fuel tanks to deliver the crude and pick up the petrol elsewhere? Of course not. Did I need to use light oil at all instead of just fueling the flamethrowers with crude oil? Nah. But light oil gets a 10% damage boost, which is just enough to justify making things needlessly complicated.

#oshi no ko #factorio #ask

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voidsentprinces · 7 months ago

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Need an anime where our perspective is another student who watches as the guy who is clearly been selected by the universe to be the anime protagonist avoids it so hard. But the universe keeps throwing classic anime tropes at him. Dude specifically switches seats with another person so he isn't sitting at the front, the back, the side near the door or anywhere near the windows.

Dude is on his 7th apartment (and counting) because the universe has dropped

Entire Mecha on him (with a space princess was inside/he bought the princess an apartment and promptly left)

A quirky magical girl character (he left the apartment to them)

A ghost of a vengeful spirit (wasn't able to get his deposit)

A kaiju attacked, almost got recruited to a Super Sentai team in the process. He left the apartment to the team.

Spirit of his ancestor showed up claiming he was mythically prophesized to a special power. Couldn't get any sleep and left.

Played a video game, screen started glowing and a mysterious voice began speaking to him. Burnt down that apartment.

Fully eats his breakfast before leaving and walks on the walls of the various residences to avoid any "On-the-Way-to-School" encounters.

A time vortex opened up to him while he was cleaning the classroom. With apologizes, he threw the PoV character into it. And they got stuck in a fantasy world for half a year.

He has become extremely adapt at dodging trucks. Maintains a perfect diet and eats slowly so he doesn't choke to death or get a heart attack that might also send him to another world.

He woke up with technocolor hair the first day of school. He smacked his hair so hard the color came out and then filled it in with black marker.

A magic sword found its way to him. He turned it over to the police. They tried to make him a rookie detective, he declined.

Until recently he took his lunch to the middle of school swimming pool. Then Swim team tried to recruit him and now he's eating in the bushes right outside of campus.

Purposefully gets average score on tests. Does not engage in study sessions.

Attends no festivals. Whatsoever.

Mom almost died. He revived her through sheer spite, he was 3. Ensures his dad is always around for family visits. Lives with his family despite them thinking he's self-sufficient enough to live alone.

A gang showed up to try and fight him. He convinced them they have the wrong school and sent them to America.

Whenever something weird happens, he packs up and leaves school early. Including the time there was a bomb threat.

Sometimes gets a chill down his spine and sure enough finds a classmate looking at his fondly and immediately turns them down on the spot. 13 guys and 2 girls so far. 5 nonbinary aliens who have been posing as classmates to learn more about human society.

Got lost in the woods once and fell into a pit discovering an ancient civilization of mole people. Climbed out and promptly walked in a straight line until he got home somehow.

Has an extra set of clothing for all members of the student body in case quote, "Ecchi bullshit ensues." Incidentally, he is also really good at dodging the female student body.

Is not studying to go to Tokyo University or become an idol or work an office job. He's aiming to immigrate to the middle of the Netherlands and hopes nothing interesting ever happens to him. But he cannot risk going to towns specifically labeled "Nothing ever happens here" cause he tried to move out to Rural School three weeks ago and there was a zombie out break, a vampire serial murder, and a string of UFO sightings all within a week.

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Olympic triathlon star vomits live on air after swimming in River Seine

Paris authorities and the Summer Olympics Organising Committee on Wednesday allowed the triathlon competition to take place. They assured that the water in the Seine had been cleared of sewage and was now safe to swim in.

An Olympic triathlete vomited on live television after swimming in the Seine River in Paris on Wednesday, raising concerns about the level of pollution in the river. The event was initially postponed on Tuesday morning after test results showed the water was “too polluted,” but it ended up starting 24 hours later than scheduled.

Canadian triathlete Tyler Mislawchuk, who placed ninth, threw up shortly after completing the challenging race, which consisted of a 1.5-kilometre swim, a 40-kilometre bike ride and a 10-kilometre run. Television cameras captured this unpleasant scene, as well as many other athletes lying on a mat trying to catch their breath.

Kazakhstan’s Ekaterina Shabalina also admitted to throwing up after the Seine swim.

Mission to clean up the Seine River

The French government has spent €1.4bn (£1.18bn) to make the river safer in preparation for the Olympics. A World Triathlon statement released on Tuesday said the following:

“Following a water quality meeting held at 3.30 a.m. on July 30, attended by Paris 2024, World Triathlon, their technical and medical delegates, the International Olympic Committee, Météo France, the City of Paris and the prefecture of the Ile-de-France region involved in the water quality tests, it was decided to postpone the men’s triathlon competition, which was due to take place at 8 a.m. on July 30.”

Swimming in the Seine has been banned for more than a century due to high levels of pollution and the possibility of becoming ill by accidentally swallowing the water. In an attempt to avoid possible health risks, some athletes even go to extreme measures: for example, American athlete Seth Rider said he does not wash his hands to develop a resistance to bacteria. He claimed:

“In preparation for this race, I knew there was going to be some E. coli exposure. So I’ve been trying to increase my E. coli threshold by exposing myself to a bit of E. coli in day-to-day life.”

Belgian athletes shocked by Seine

A Belgian Olympic champion competing in the women’s triathlon final “felt and saw things we shouldn’t think too much about” during her swim in the Seine at the Paris 2024 event.

Triathlete Jolien Vermeylen, 30, who finished 24th in the final with a time of 1:59:44, told Dutch TV channel VTM after Wednesday’s competition that she knew the river had been deemed safe enough to compete in after last-minute tests but did not want to think too much about the water quality. She said:

“I drank a lot of water, so we’ll know tomorrow if I’m sick or not. It doesn’t taste like Coca-Cola or Sprite, of course.”

The level of E. coli in the river was 10 times higher than the permissible standards set by sports federations in June. However, after tests on Wednesday morning, the bacteria level was deemed safe enough to continue swimming.

Anne Hidalgo, the mayor of Paris, recently highlighted the cleanup work by swimming in the river. She said:

“It’s sweet and wonderful and the result of a lot of work. I remember at the very beginning in 2015, when we began our campaign for the Games, the international triathlon federation said: ‘Why not a triathlon in the Seine? Will athletes be able to swim in the Seine?” Today we can say they can.”

Triathlon Results at Paris Olympics

Alex Yee won the men’s triathlon, securing a fifth gold medal for Team Great Britain at the Olympic Games. He improved on the silver medal he won in Tokyo three years ago after working hard to overcome a 15-second gap to New Zealand’s Hayden Wilde. In the women’s event, Frenchwoman Cassandre Beaugrand won the women’s event from the leading four, with Great Britain’s Beth Potter taking bronze.

The athletes will remember these medals for the rest of their lives. And not only because they are now Olympic champions, but also because of the intrigue and postponement of triathlon competitions due to the pollution of the Seine.