#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.

[shadowmor]

Ren and Jiro are both INTP

Original:

(Idk from who is this)

[kusanagihaku]

they nom !! 🍡

suggestions from @ramstead @vioisgoinginsane @tohmaenjoyer @fairytalesandsacrifices @bubblegumjudas ( ´▽` )ﾉ

[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.

[imaginate-with-me]

Imagine the headcanon: MC doing a study session with the second or first year ghouls…

Luca would be so sweet, happy to explain things you don’t get and open to asking you questions if he’s confused. If you’re struggling really badly, he may worry for you and try to help find you outside sources… overall a good study buddy, so long as you don’t need him to draw you visuals when explaining things…

Kaito would probably be just as, if not more confused than you! He would try to make it seem like he understands everything to impress you, but he also wouldn’t want to give you the wrong information by mistake! While you may have asked to study with him, still getting use to life at Darkwick, Kaito would probably be the one benefiting more since now he’s super motivated! Or a nervous wreck…

Leo is canonically smart; he fits into the dangerous “bored genius” category… He’ll roll his eyes if you’re struggling at a “basic” concept and then suddenly flip to his sickeningly sweet mode to tell his followers he’s studying with his senpai. Possibly not the best study buddy… but if you catch him in a good mood he may help you out with relatively few sneers.

Sho is also canonically smart, and will tease you less if you need help. However, sitting and doing homework together or reading about his brother’s work doesn’t appeal to him… studying would probably consist of him cooking while you can throw out questions occasionally. Once you’re done, he’ll serve you whatever he’s made.

Towa wouldn’t be very productive… I’m not entirely sure how he’s been passing thus far… he would love to hang out with you but would probably get bored sitting and staring at books for hours. One minute he’d be poking through a textbook and the next he’d be thrusting flowers in your face for a snack break.

Ren may not admit to wanting to spend time with you, but I don’t think he’d mind your company if you were quiet. He could be working or playing a game while you finish up homework. If you ask him a question he’d definitely comment on how you’re older so surely he should be the one getting help from you. After an awkward pause he me cough out the answer if he knows.

Ritsu is always busy, and he’d charge you, though perhaps at a discount rate, if you asked to study with him. Unless you really know your stuff, it may be better to keep any questions to yourself before your partner regrets collaborating with you… if you were actually struggling, he’d send you books and notes to familiarize yourself with.

Both you and Lyca try to study… but Lyca gets confused trying to read and you have no idea what anomalies the textbook is talking about so you struggle to explain to him. Not a terribly effective study buddy, but he tries… I can see you both going through all stages of grief trying to study together…

You’d probably get an earful from Yuri for not being able to grasp concepts. However, as much as Yuri’s insults annoy you, he’s pretty good at explaining things, especially anomalous or medicine related. However, he’s incredibly busy so good luck getting him to actually study with you. You can try texting him an occasional question though.

Jiro is good at simply explaining things and he is less likely to remark on your lack of knowledge compared to some of the other ghouls… if that was all, he’d be a good study buddy, but he’s busy like Yuri and may suddenly have to leave to get treated… so perhaps texting him any questions you have would suffice.

[jeun-bug]

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

[midoalan]

*horny gripping y'alls shoulders and digging my nails into your skin like claws* ALAN BIRTHDAY TAROT SSR IN 12 DAYS *violently shaking y'all like limp rag dolls* ALAN WEARING A MAJESTIC TAILORED GREEN SUIT

[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.”

[notverydaily-rui-mizuki]

day 8 - I'm honestly running out of ideas.

But here's Rui in the onsen outfit c:

[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.

[tzutako]

Maybe I’m pulling this out of my ass but isn’t it rumored that seeing a Like Dove means someone nearby has a crush on you? Personally I think they’re used to spy on Darkwick students but at the same time EHEHEHEH SHO HAS A CRUSH ON LITTLE OLD ME??? BATS EYELASHES BLUSHES

[kusanagihaku]

I think for all of haku’s jokes about wanting to undress mc he’d blue screen the moment you ask him for help dressing (i.e., pulling up a zipper at the back of a dress etc 🌶️⬇️)

thinking about the way sinostra’s outfits for next chapter are kinda ?chinese-themed and how romeo might send mc a qipao… and how knowing romeo he’d get those expensive types with a button-up back or a open lace back or some deep zipper that will be impossible for you to do up yourself…

anyway you trying on the outfit and realising there’s no way you can get it on yourself & sos-ing haku (he was nearby? you were meant to meet hotarubi anyway?) and when he comes over he’s greeted with you lifting your hair from the back of your neck and asking him to please help do up the buttons/zip

haku having to take a deep breath before cracking some joke about how he’d prefer to undress you instead of doing this because he sees how the end of the zipper is right on the curve of your ass… and how you’re clearly not wearing a bra because all he can see is the dips in the base of your spine and the smoothness between your shoulder blades…

haku putting his hand on you, his fingers resting on your handles and thumb pressing right into the top of curve of your ass so he can pull the zipper up and as he does pull it up he lets his pointer drag along the expanse of skin and he thinks faintly you might be shivering under his touch but he’s not sure?

(you definitely are, because haku’s pointer is cold as it trails up your back and the light grip he has on your waist is tightening and you can almost imagine the way he’d grip you if he were–)

but then the zipper reaches the top and it’s over and he has to let go of both the zipper and your waist and how he has to live with this image forever of your back and how this qipao hugs you in all the right places

you thanking haku after and musing about how difficult it’s going to be to get it off and haku blue-screening for a moment at the thought of peeling it off you before he swallows and jokes that if you need help undressing you know who to call

i have to lie down down thank u

[imaginate-with-me]

Imagine: Taiga looking you up and down, a perplexed expression on his face. You certainly seemed familiar, he just couldn’t quite place it.

“Gahaha!” He burst into laughter, moving the gun away from your drooping head. “Who the hell are you again?”

You didn’t look up. It wasn’t fair. In his own delusional way, Taiga remembered Romeo… he remembered Hyde and Jin… he remembered Harry Haru! So why didn’t he remember you? Did all the moments you share mean so little to him that they were so easily forgotten?

Taiga lifted his gun, giving his head a scratch. You clenched your fists and tilted your head up to bat away the tears of frustration brimming your eyes.

You… your expression… it was really pissing Taiga off. Just who did you think you were to be following him around, nagging him about this and that, ignore his questions, and now you were crying?

The room was awkwardly silent besides your shaky breathing.

“Please… Taiga….” You whimper, wavering eyes meeting his. “I love you… so, so much… but I don’t know how long I can continue to love a man who asks me who I am every goddamn minute!” You snap, shaking and dropping to the floor.

“Love, huh?” Taiga gave a bored look, twirling his gun around. He heaved a sigh. “I’m tired. Get out.”

“Taiga… please…” you squeeze your eyes shut, silently begging he’d remember you… praying that his memory would get better… hoping that somewhere inside him he still loved you… wishing that if he didn’t, you’d find the strength to move on… were you a fool for dreaming?

You could hear his gun click, his voice emotionless as he began to count down. Looking up, the ceiling lights above cast him in shadow. He seemed unrecognizable. Was this how he always felt? Looking at silhouettes of vaguely familiar people, yet unable to recall who they were.

You stumble to your feet, grabbing the muzzle of the gun and placing it against your chest. “Pull the trigger, or don’t… you might as well have already killed me… bang…!” You mouth the last part with a sad smile before stumbling out of his room.

Taiga clicked his tongue, tossing his gun onto the table and flopping down into bed. Throwing a blanket over his head, part of him thought maybe he should have shot you for making his head hurt so much. He didn’t understand who you were, why you were so upset, or why his chest felt so tight watching you cry. He racked his brain to try and remember who you were… but your pathetic expression was now etched in his mind. Crying. Crying… crying….

He curled up in a ball. His heart hurt. His head hurt. Remember! Why couldn’t he just fucking remember?! … Remember…? Remember what?

…he sat up. Oh yeah… Suddenly, it dawned on him.

He was hungry.

[moononabudget]

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

[nachiah]

I really enjoyed chapter 15. More backstory being slowly unveiled while more crumbs are dropped along the way. There was something Zenji said that brought a thought that was lingering in the back of my mind for awhile. (IFYKY). I'm not sure of the exact timeline of when Yuri left Frostheim, but I've been wondering about why he's immune to Jiro's stigma. What if it's a matter of trust? With Jiro's VERY logical nature, I don't think he was a transfer. He fits the description of Mortkranken too well to go anywhere else - especially given his strong drive toward academics. In his affection lines, he's alluded to the fact that he taught himself much of what he knows. “What’s the purpose of educational facilities like this? You can learn everything you need through self-study.” “I read books every day, not just in the fall. I like medical journals best. I don’t remember what made me start reading them.” “I attend classes every day since Yuri does, but sometimes they mark me as absent. I’m supposed to reply when they say my name? I didn’t know that.” Anyway - that was a long way to say I strongly believe he was not a transfer. Back to my point: It's possible Jiro struggled quite a bit after the clash. I'm sure if he had anyone in his life (Zenji aside) before he "sent general students and ghouls alike to the infirmary" (I don't remember the exact quote of the rumor), they'd be scared of him after that. Then you have Yuri, who was betrayed by his own house (according to him, but we don't know the whole story). He comes to Mortkranken where another betrayed, lonely soul resides. For all we know - since they both are medical practitioners to some degree - they might've worked together before. What if all they had was each other? Then at some point, either an experiment goes awry and Jiro accidentally poisons himself to near-death, or it's a deliberate attempt. Why wouldn't Yuri take every risk to save him? But because of the trust he has in Yuri to not hurt him, the effects of his stigma are nullified? With the way it works, I have every reason to believe he wanted those that hurt him to hurt just as much - and in the same way. If there's no fear they'll hurt him, perhaps it wouldn't trigger? But I think it needs to be to a point where there's not a shadow of a doubt. If Zenji were alive, he'd probably be immune as well. I plan on writing more about these two - spanning from blooming friendship and more. (At this rate, I'll need to make an AO3 account or something so they'll be easier to find. I have every written work backed up on a personal Discord server, so it wouldn't be too hard.)