#tokyo debunker idea

[kittygrimm88]

I have a theory about who MC shouldn't trust as Taiga told her.

Instead of anyone from the ghouls, the ones she shouldn't trust are the professors like Hyde. The theory that goes with this one would also be that she isn't actually cursed but something completely different. After seeing how the academy was doing with Lyca, it would make a lot of sense.

[jeun-bug]

hello ! i love you all!!! i’m also so so scared of world chat

[aayakashii]

"Go inside. Immediately." Romeo lightly pushed you inside his obscenely wide bathroom and pointed at the tall wooden stool propped in front of his bathroom counter.

"You really don't have to do this..." you dragged your feet slowly and stood awkwardly beside the seating, staring at yourself in the mirror.

You had a full face of makeup, carefully and masterfully applied by Romeo himself after he required your presence in Sinostra for a special night. Some rich student decided to celebrate their birthday at the casino, and Romeo would be damned not to take that chance to drain their pockets for all they were worth.

What was your role in it? Romeo wasn't really sure. But he did make sure, however, that you were there and impeccably attired.

And he did a great job, if he must say so himself. Especially with your eyes. They looked striking and sharp, and he watched all night, with smugness and a bit of a weird discomfort he couldn't quite understand, how so many students seemed to willingly trap themselves inside your gaze. If Romeo could have gotten a nickel for every student who complimented your eyes, he was pretty sure he could have made some solid cash.

Alas, he didn't, so he could only listen as stupid boy after stupid girl after stupid boy after stupid girl came and went, complimenting his very own work of art. The makeup. Obviously. Makeup is artistry, after all. You just happened to be a convenient, compliant canvas (that he kept close to himself all night).

Or so he kept saying to himself.

"Quiet." He hissed, closing the door to the bathroom and making his way towards you and his counter. He unceremoniously grabbed your shoulders and turned you around, with your back now facing the mirror.

"If I don't do this, you'll definitely do a terrible job removing your makeup, then you'll get acne because of those clogged pores, and THEN you'll be even more of an eyesore for me. In the end, I'm doing this for MY sake. Sit down and shut up." He rambled on, satisfied enough with his excuse, as he thoroughly washed his hands.

"Sure..." you said, rolling your eyes, disbelief making itself clear on your voice as you sat on the wooden stoll.

"Do you have any allergies?" He rummaged through the drawers of his counter, carefully selecting a whole collection of products and placing them right next to you. Romeo flipped his hair as he admired himself in the mirror for a second.

"No, siree." You answered, feet dangling as you read the flashy labels of the products.

"Good." He huffed. "Lean back on the counter and close your eyes. Don't open them, otherwise you're gonna get itchy eyes and I don't wanna hear you whine."

"Ooookay." You muttered and leaned back, doing as he said. You knew there wasn't much reason for you to discuss with him when he had his mind set on doing something his way, so you just chose to accept your fate.

Romeo opened a bottle of ridiculously expensive micellar water and poured it on a makeup wipe, shuffling closer to you as he leaned down to apply it on your face.

As much as he tried not to focus on your face as he slowly dragged the cotton pad on your skin, Romeo couldn't help but observe all of your minute details.

He couldn't help but notice how your pores were a bit bigger on your cheeks and how you had the thinnest, almost imperceptible, crease lines between your eyebrows. Probably from furrowing them on the daily, and knew he probably contributed to the etching of those lines on you. He thought of maybe getting you your own jade roller but dismissed the idea with a shake of his head – why would he willingly spend his own money on someone else? That would never be his brand.

He noticed the acne scars on your cheeks and your forehead and scowled. Not at the markings per se, but at how his mind immediately raced to imagine how you looked during your teenage years. You were probably a mess, even more unkempt and disastrous than you were as an adult – a pitiful ugly duckling; something completely unrelatable to Romeo, who had perfect porcelain skin his whole life (a courtesy of being born with a golden spoon in his hands).

And yet, it still frustrated him how he would never be privy to the life you had before meeting him. He would never see you grow into yourself, like a baby deer with shaking legs finally learning how to trot a little less clumsily. Romeo would never be part of a whole chunk of your past, and deep inside, it upset him.

And the fact that he was upset made him scowl ever harder. His fingers unconsciously pressed down on your skin more forcefully, and you winced.

"Hey, don't use so much strenght." You murmured, holding his wrist with one hand. Romeo clicked his tongue, shaking you off.

He grabbed another cotton pad and applied a dab of moisturizer, resuming his ministrations with less intensity.

And with them, his eyes focused on you again: on the dark circles under your eyes and your darker eyelids. On the fine smile lines on the sides of your lips and the bunny lines on the bridge of your nose. He analyzed every patch of discoloration and hyperpygmentation on your face with some sort of secret reverence that he wished eluded him, but didn't.

After all, you lived through joy, sorrow, anger, and despair, and your skin told your story to those who could see it up close. You were an open book for him, someone who could read the words carved in every little detail of your face. He could almost claim he knew you best just from that. What he didn't know, however, was if you were brave or just plain stupid.

Romeo knew his flawless appearance wasn't exactly the blueprint for courage. He donned a mask of perfection in order to stay in control: to control how others saw him and to control how he saw himself. The more poreless and uniform his skin was, the more things could stay the same, with money in his pockets and people under his command.

And so, he hid his traumas under retinol serum and rosehip oil and infrared lights. Fake it till you make it, or so his mother would say after it all came crashing down.

Romeo knew better than anyone else that he couldn't be as vulnerable as you. Vulnerability would mean assuming his losses and bequeathing the only power he had.

So if that meant you were just a bit stronger than he was, just a bit more courageous than he was, then maybe – maybe – he could quietly admit to himself that he admired you.

He would never ever say that to your face, though. Fuck no. That would never be his brand.

[danieyells]

Since Towa only eats plants and Taiga presumably only eats meat I like to imagine them sitting next to each other with equal plates of food, and Towa isn't touching his meat at all and Taiga isn't touching his salad or whatever

And Towa looks over at Taiga's plate and looks at his

And reaches over to take Taiga's greens

And Taiga pulls a knife out but in the same movement Towa swaps the plates, giving Taiga his meat and starting to eat the veg Taiga wasn't eating

And they just stare at each other for a minute before Taiga nods, puts his knife away, and starts eating like "pleasure doing business with you"

(And if you ever talk to Towa about Taiga at night he calls him "Flytrap". And Towa gives him a little anomalous flytrap to mark that he's been given a plant nickname! And Taiga eats it because it's an anomaly and it's delicious! And Towa is really, really happy about it because he also would have eaten it!!!)

(of course if Towa ever learned that Taiga gives Haru trouble he would hate him for all eternity. Troubling Haru is an unforgivable crime. He might even rename him to something poisonous. . . .)

[ox-imagines]

Tokyo Debunker as Romance Tropes

Feel free to ask me to write a longer imagine/oneshot for any of these!

Pt. 4 | Sinostra

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7

Ritsu - Stuck in an Elevator

You were at a business conference and your work friend left you to go to the bathroom, telling you to go ahead to the next workshop without them. You waited a minute but gave in, worried you’d be late and not wanting to get chewed out by your boss for it. No one else was on the elevator but as it was closing, an arm stuck through, stopping the door. A put-together young man stepped in and promptly introduced himself as Ritsu Shinjo, though you didn’t understand the formality of introducing yourself to a stranger on an elevator. As the machine rose, it shuddered, stopping. The lights flickered for a moment, ultimately staying on though you were a bit panicked. Your new acquaintance, Ritsu, reassured you, pressing the emergency call button and speaking calmly to the operator. Once the line cut off, he sat in the corner, gesturing for you to do the same. His polite, friendly disposition helped put your nerves at ease and he talked with you the whole time the two of you waited, asking for your number once the elevator started moving again.

“Make yourself comfortable. What are you here for?”

Taiga - Bet

Taiga isn’t exactly a romantic, to say the least. When he asks you out, you agree, not having the slightest clue what you’re getting yourself into. He asked you out because someone bet that he couldn’t get you to say you love him, and Taiga loves gambles as long as he knows he can win the gamble. That being said, he took the bet and is determined to see it through. It’s a longer task than he’s used to, and sometimes he starts to get distracted or bored and think how many things he could do with you that would be more fun than trying to court you, but he puts the thoughts aside and reminds himself of his goal. Fortunately for him, he ends up getting you to say those three little words after almost two months, but unfortunately for him, by that time he’s also fallen for you just a bit. He tells you about the bet over lunch one day not long after, catching you off-guard and upsetting you, and he tries to tell you to relax and that it doesn’t change anything, because now when he tells you he loves you, he’s pretty sure he really means it.

“Would you sit down? Lulu doesn’t like it when I cause a scene, he says it drives casino patrons away or sum’n. Be glad I took the bet, we wouldn’t be together otherwise.”

Romeo - Your Boss

Romeo has high expectations for everyone around him, especially those he’s in charge of. As such, he tends to be a very demanding, occasionally overbearing boss. He also definitely picks favorites. You follow his instructions well as soon as you start working under him and it catches his attention, him commenting on your performance and adding to your workload. Over time, he notices the quality of your work worsening and calls you into his office. He starts ranting at you about how he’d expected more from you and he’ll have to let you go if you can’t handle your position. As he raises his tone he notices the way your shoulders are slumped and the tired look in your eyes. It’s not that you haven’t been doing your best in your work, he genuinely did just put too much on your plate. He would be remiss to let go of someone who actually did their work properly, so he lowers his voice, clearing his throat softly and sitting back down across from you. You feel a gentle pressure under your chin: his finger, lifting your head so you were looking at him.

“Fine. I’ll reassign some of your tasks, you’re a good worker. And take care of yourself… I can’t have you out there looking like that, you’re gonna scare off customers. I’ll bring some skin and hair products to your dorm later.”

[moononabudget]

Haku Kusanagi in Tears Of Themis Chibi/doll style ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[yuri-is-online]

THE FUCK YOU WILL!!!

[kaitofuji]

anyways. au where the MC literally can’t die until their actual death date (a year from when they were cursed)

[tkdb-confessions]

WAIT TRUE He does 😮

[12am-motivation]

may the tkdb gacha gods bless our pulls...

[ghoulspaw]

Thinking about tiny tkdb dolls wearing their episode outfits (like, a la sunny angels vibes)

[blundering-thoughtless-hooligan]

Romeo doesn't bother knocking on Taiga's door anymore. Nine times out of ten he doesn't even hear it, anyway. So it's 4a.m. and he lets himself in and sits on the edge of the bed.

He's been thinking. Well, 'thinking' is putting it flavorlessly. He's been...remembering. And seeing. And his brain feels like it's been tumbling through the universe, or maybe left in the dryer too long.

He's thinking back to their mission earlier, when the anomaly kept fucking teleporting back and forth, and he couldn't fucking hit it because he couldn't predict where it was going to go, and he was getting agitated because he only had one round left. And he's thinking about how Taiga sidled up behind him like a big, lazy cat, left hand holding him steady by the hip, right hand sliding along his arm to his hand, and neatly slipped two fingers under his glove and over the back of his hand.

And how he whispered "Malab" into Romeo's ear, and something changed. Because then he could see where the fucking sightless blur of too-many-limbs-with-too-many-joints was going to be next, and where it would be after that, and where it would be if he didn't shoot it, and what would have happened if he blew it up five minutes ago instead, and he ended up missing the shot anyway because he couldn't make sense of it all, and, and, and-

And now he's sitting on the edge of a sleeping Taiga's bed, not fully remembering how he got there.

//

@scorpiuslucci

Despite what most might believe Taiga was actually quite a light sleeper, or could be, though only if needed, like a guard dog always keeping one ear perked up.

Lulu was safe, he'd always been safe, Taiga has never been alarmed by his presence. Yet there was still a weird inkling, like a sixth sense alerting him to Romeo being near.

So this was what had Taiga blindly pawing at the sheets, searching for Romeo, not quite awake but not fully asleep anymore either. Once he'd caught the edge of Romeo's sleeve between his fingers he relaxed, releasing a small sleepy sigh and mumbled out a barely audible 'Lulu.' as he gave the sleeve the tiniest tug, urging him to come closer.

[askallianything]

ATTENTION ALL GHOULS (especially the nice ones!!)

I'm hosting a funeral for myself and you're invited!

Like all funerals, you need to wear black and talk about me the entire time. Other than that, there's no guidelines!

The party will be somewhere in Obscuary! I haven't actually contacted the Obscy ghouls to ask if it's okay... but it's probably okay!

Make sure you come or else my soul won't properly be put to rest!!! And RSVP ASAP!

-Allister J. Doe

It seems she forgot to add a date in time.... Or maybe mun just wants to give the other roleplayers all the time they want to prepare for the party funeral

[danieyells]

ANYWAY FOR MY BIRTHDAY @jinkamuraisqueen HAS GIVEN ME THE POWERS OF A GOD

(it was not actually for my birthday but it happened to be on my birthday so for me it's for my birthday)

i am losing any productivity i had hoped to have today to this! I have to make doctor's appointments!!! And clean my room!!!!! But instead I am playing with dolls!

I didn't even edit this one much he already had a crazy expression.

OKAY. OKAY. I'M GONNA BE PRODUCTIVE NOW. THANK YOU AGAIN ASH YOU A REAL ONE

[melyapperofthecentury]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIRO KIRISAKI!!!

[penguinsfandomstore]