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indie private canon-divergent shinsou hitoshi.  follows from quirkburdened

[puppeteeriing-deactivated202501]

Things Joel said during Windows Destruction Starter Meme

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, I got to put in a password for this?” “Yeah, thanks for ripping me off.” “I think I’m slowly beginning to realize exactly what this is.” “INSTEAD OF ACTUAL MATH, THEY JUST PUT EVERY NUMBER IN THERE AND SAID “YOU FIGURE IT OUT!” “What year is this? It’s year ZERO.” “Is this Chinese Bonzi Buddy?” “Why in sweet nuclear Christ is this in my disk?” “That’s…..that’s a purebred camel man….it’s great….” “Camel Joe, is that you?” “Wise up. You’re an adult now, you gotta pay taxes.” “Somebody spat on the motherboard.” “Memory test. And there’s like a snake on it.” “Not only is it saying “ow”, as in “please stop, this hurts”, but it’s also doing faces at me!” “We made a Windows 98 shittify itself into a portable Gameboy version!” “It’s not that long until this thing starts making noises at me, it’s like hissing at me like an angry fucking cat.” “The power of nuclear Christ compels you!” “As they say, a picture speaks a thousand words.” “It’s a little old, 2002.” “When Mario stopped using mushrooms he went for meth instead.” “The trick is to, just spam it, right?” “Yes, we’re really getting to that authentic 2002 experience!” “I can’t tell if it’s a slayer solo or my computer screaming in agony.” “It’s in. The shit is in, yes.” “What is my name? How about EXPAND DONG?” “How bout you go in here, you monkey fuck?” “Mmm, absolutely, give me that too!” “Alright, now that we got that, it’s time to add some wacky effects!” “We’re making a monster here, alright?” “I’ve had the worst fucking day of my life.” “The jam….jamm…..jammnest…” “Who’s been drawing dicks?” “It’s like a nuke about to blow off and we’re sitting here at the safe distance.” “When I was 5 or 6 years old, I asked my dad, “Dad, what is technology?” and my dad says, “It’s magic.” “Ahahahaha, this doesn’t look fishy at all!” “What is this beast on my floor?!?” “Oh my god, yes, YES! I want the gun!!” “Please, give me Jesoos!” “The Pope! THE POPE!!” “OH THERE’S A BURNING SUPER-DEATH SWORD!!!” “Are you sure you want to can…..cancell?” “Nobody sent any! They had to close it down!” “It pains me to do this……and it’ll be the only one ever…..” “This is the worst idea since I drank a martini with my eye.” “I thought everything was fine. But no. No no no.” “This is a sign of confused bewilderment.” “Look at it! It’s the worst thing ever!” “I blame you! You did this! YOU DID THIS!” “THIRTY? Wait, one is not enough??” “It sounds like farting in a bathtub.” “*Laughing* This is the worst image!” “It’s like a whole Twinkie!” “Will this look good? Or will it look…….bad.” “Cut to the chase, and do what we should have done.” “I don’t want to watch the weather, I want to fucking download MIDI’s!” “Enter location? HELL. In, I guess, Michigan.” “It’s a screaming fucking cat!” “That cat spooked the shit out of me, what the fuck?!?” “There’s no fucking way this is Comic Sans.” “It’s working! It’s working!!” “Can you see me? I can’t see you!” “I put spinning spaghetti….in…..here….” “And God was dead.” “I’m going to snort some MP3 files…” “What is this shit? Grand Dad?” “OH DUDE IT’S ALL COMIC SANS!” “I sexually identify as an attack helicopter.” “Whatever’s going on here, I don’t like it. I don’t like it, I don’t like it one bit!”

[leneemusing]

misc sentence starters

“  i wish i knew how to talk about it.  ”   “  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ”   “  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ”   “  i wish i could hate you.  ”  “  take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while.  ” “  i need you to trust me.  ”   “  i missed/miss you.  ”   “  she/he won’t listen to me.  ” “  let me do this for you. please.  ”   “  is there anything else you want to say to me?  ” “  tell me something happy.  ”   “  promise me.  ” “  i just want/wanted to help.  ”   “  let me explain.  ” “  i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me.  ”   “  i’m on your side.  ” “  i’ve got your back, okay? ” “  please, tell me you have a plan.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ” “  don’t go. please.  ”   “  i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be.  ”   “  talk to me.  ”   “  i did what i had to do.  ” “  we can’t keep going on like this.  ” “  i’m just tired.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it.  ” “  it’s better to expect disappointment.  ” “  hope is dangerous.  ” “  i like seeing you smile.  ”   “  you look beautiful.  ”   “  be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”   “  i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “  i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.  ”   “  have a drink with me.  ” “  she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice.  ” “  you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “  can i help you?  ” “  i thought you’d like this.  ” “  do you wanna get out of here?  ” “  walk with me?  ” “  well, shit.  ”

[spiralrole]

I love you and if you want I'll call you king, but why do I lie awake each night thinking INSTEAD OF YOU IT SHOULD BE ME

indie private hitoshi shinsou- as played by bus.

[memeingovermemes]

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[memeroundups]

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and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence }

Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.

My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.

Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.

My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.

Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.

My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.

My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.

My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

Your muse is temporarily blind.

My muse is temporarily blind.

Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Your muse has blackmail over mine.

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Mun chooses.

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[quirkburdened]

We’re playing in-character truth or dare here!  The password is ultra!

[spiralrole]

SU!shinsou would be a lapis.  his gem is one of his eyes.  (i’d love to interact with other folks’ su verses!)

[spiralrole]

hxlfsoul‌:

HE HAD WAITED UNTIL HITOSHI GRABBED ONTO HIM TO MOVE ANY FURTHER, gently wrapping his arms around the other, one hand carefully messing with the ends of the other’s hair. ❝Come on. You don’t need to cry, Hitoshi… I’m not angry at you, I was just doing what you asked..❞ After all, why would he ever abandon the other? Shoto had already shown how desperate he was for Hitoshi to stay by his side.

It took him a few minutes to get a hold of the other & pick him up, standing himself as he headed out of the room. ❝I’m going to put you in the bath for now, Hitoshi, & I’ll make you something nicer than salad if you stay there & clean yourself, okay? I’ve left some spare clothes in there already for you to get into… I wanted to be prepared for when you wanted me again. We can watch that movie too, can’t we?❞

        “Y-yeah...” Hitoshi sniffled, fingers buried in the other’s shirt.  He didn’t care if he was right or not.  He just didn’t want to die.  “I’m sorry...”

        Being picked up was... strange.  It made him feel tiny and vulnerable, but there was no way he could walk in this kind of shape anyway.  He waited patiently as the bath was drawn and undressed, before letting Shouto put him in the bath.

        “...Stay with me?” he asked quietly.  Shinsou didn’t know who he would be if he was left entirely by himself.  He didn’t want to think about this whole situation.

[horrificmemes]

Give my muse three fears you think they have, and they will order them from what scares them the least to what scares them the most.

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hxlfsoul‌:

HE HAD SPENT DAYS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR WAITING FOR HITOSHI TO CALL FOR HIM WITH A BOTTLE OF WATER & A TUB OF SALAD BY HIS SIDE SO THAT HE COULD CARE FOR HIM WHEN IT HAPPENED, but he’d expected the other to hold out for longer than a few days & he couldn’t say the lack of strength, something he’d grown to associate with his Hitoshi, wasn’t a disappointing thing.

He unlocked the door & pushed it open, using his foot to move Hitoshi out of the way as he did so, having half-stepped into the room when the door was open enough. The tub of salad was in his free hand, water bottle balancing on top, as he did so. Once he’d gotten inside, he shut the door, kneeling down by Hitoshi. ❝Here.❞ He murmured, handing them over. Everything in the salad was large enough to eat with fingers, Shoto not daring to offer Hitoshi any weapon, even a utensil.

❝Are you sorry you sent me away, Hitoshi? It was mean of you to do so, you should apologise. We don’t send people we love away, do we? I was just doing as you asked of me, so I’d suggest you think carefully before you decide to start shouting like you did before.❞

             ( i know you couldn’t survive without me, my hitoshi. )   

     Shinsou couldn’t help it, and by the time he was fumbling with the cap on the water bottle, most of his face was wet with tears or snot.  Shouto really was waiting for him.  He hadn’t just abandoned him to die.  He drank as much as he could before he started to dry heave, clutching at his stomach.

    He glanced up at Shouto with a surprising vulnerability in his eyes, like he was a child looking up at a parent.  Perhaps it was much the same, in that Shouto totally controlled whether he lived or died.  “I-...”  tears welled up in his eyes again before he grabbed onto the sleeve of Shouto’s shirt and buried his face in his shoulder.

   “I’m sorry,” Hitoshi muttered into his shoulder, sniffling again.  “I’m sorry.  I won’t do it again.”  He’d say any pitiful words the other wanted as long as he wouldn’t be left in the dark again.

[spiralrole]

hxlfsoul‌:

HIS GRIP ONLY TIGHTENED THE MORE HITOSHI SPOKE, hands trembling. ❝No!❞ He yelled, letting go only to reach for the knife & hold it to the other’s neck, eyes full of terror, evidently brought on by the idea of Hitoshi leaving. ❝You don’t get to leave, that’s not your choice, you have to stay! If you leave, I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you-❞ Perhaps an empty threat, considering how desperate he seemed to be to have Hitoshi around, but it was still somewhat viable considering he didn’t even seem to know what he was doing.

❝You need to stay here! You’re meant to stay with me, Hitoshi, that’s fate- Fate gave me you & I’m not letting you go, not now! Not ever! You don’t get to leave me, you don’t-❝

    Shinsou’s eyes bulged, staring down at the knife.  He couldn’t move an inch without risking himself.  Shouto was dangerous, quirk or no quirk.  He’d have to convince him more slowly, then.  “Alright,” he tried to put on a more reassuring presence.  “You’re right.  I won’t leave.  We can be together for now.”

    Still... the mention of Shouto not ever letting him go sent shivers down Shinsou’s spine.  How long would it be before he could worm his way out of here?   ...He couldn’t give up hope, either way.  There were people who would be saddened if he died or disappeared entirely.

[spiralrole]

hxlfsoul‌:

WHILE BEFORE HIS EXPRESSION HAD ALWAYS HELD SOME TONE OF FONDNESS OR SOFTNESS, now it was stony, nothing short of furious. ❝Alright.❞ The calm, kind tone of his voice didn’t match the anger that burned behind his eyes. ❝I’ll leave you alone, Hitoshi. All by yourself.❞ He stood up & turned away, headed towards the door. ❝Have fun, I won’t come back & bother you more.❞

Maybe this was cruel of him, but if this was the way he had to teach Hitoshi that there was no one else there, that Shoto was all he was getting, then so be it. He could survive a few days away. ❝Just remember. You asked for this.❞

                                               ( he could sulk for a few days, at least. )

    At first, being left alone was a relief.  The dark and the quiet were comforting, like a blanket, even if it was so dark in here he couldn’t see his hands in front of him.  For the first time in a while, Shinsou was able to sleep.  It was a long time, perhaps half a day, before Shouto’s absence was truly noticed.  At first he tried to ignore it, it wasn’t like he could control or predict what the other did.

     Perhaps a full day had passed before he felt the absence deeply.  Still, he buried his head in his hands and tried to ignore it.  No way he was going to bow down to Shouto after all that, even if he was growing thirsty.  He would rather stay like this.

    Another day passed, and Shinsou scratched at his scabs, trying to keep some sort of sensation.  Perhaps what was under his nails was blood.  He couldn’t tell.  More than anything, he wanted to go home, and he dreamed of it uneasily.  He dreamed of his mother, as she had been when he was young, and he dreamed of having enough to eat and drink, and not being afraid.

   The third day came and Shinsou lost his nerve.  Screamed to prove that he was still there until he could scream no more.  Only then did he paw at the door gently, resting his ear against it to listen for any slight movement.  Before he could say anything, tears were running down his face.  Strange, since his mouth was so, so dry.  “Sh-...  Shouto?” his voice was weak.  No reply.  “Shouto?  I...  Please...”

[hxlfsoul]

THE IDEA OF LETTING HITOSHI LEAVE TERRIFIED HIM, that much obvious by the way he grabbed his wrists, holding tightly. ❝No. You’re not leaving me, I won’t let you.❞ If Hitoshi left, he’d forget him, everyone did eventually. He didn’t want him to go, didn’t want to be forgotten, didn’t want to be alone. ❝& I wanted to hear if you were pretty when you screamed. Some people are pretty when they hurt, Hitoshi, but others are just so ugly… but you’re pretty. You’re so pretty…❞

It made him want to keep a tight hold of him, to never let him go & to keep him by his side. ❝You don’t get to leave until I say you do, you understand that, right? If you’re good & stay… I’ll treat that wound & I won’t stab you again.❞ At least, he would try not to.

[spiralrole]

      Shinsou’s good-natured expression faltered at that.  This wasn’t going like he wanted it to- quite the opposite.  What would he do?  He couldn’t just hurt someone who was obviously just hurt himself.  Shinsou knew what it was like to be so lonely that you felt like you were made of glass that could shatter at any moment.

       “Please, Shouto...  Just let me go.  I won’t tell anybody about what happened.  I’ll treat the injury myself.”  He knew he was on the verge of begging, but he didn’t care.  Hitoshi didn’t want to have to fight a friend like this.  “We can still be friends afterwards.  I’ll come and hang out with you still.”

[hxlfsoul]

SHOTO DID NOT STAND WHEN HITOSHI DID & INSTEAD ELECTING TO SIT ON THE FLOOR & POUT AT THE FACT HIS HUGGING HAD BEEN CUT SHORT. ❝… Was I not supposed to do that? Don’t people hurt each other when they care, Hitoshi?❞ It was confusing for him to see someone so angry over what was a normal part of life, of caring for someone, no matter the nature of that relationship.

❝Of course you’re not a doll. You’re my Hitoshi. Am… I not supposed to treat you well when you’ve been good the last few days? Would you rather I just hurt you more?❞ He didn’t understand what the other was expecting of him, what he wanted out of Shoto, but he wished he did.

[spiralrole]

      “Stop hitting me!  Stop cutting me!  Let me go home!” his voice took on a desperate tone at that.  He wanted to go home more than he had wanted anything in his life.  Perhaps more than he had wanted to be a hero in the first place.

       “Please, just...”  he slid back down, folding back in on himself.  “Leave me be.  I can’t take this anymore...”  He wanted to see Aizawa-sensei, to have him tell him what to do.  No way he could face his former teacher like this.  He was weak.  A real hero could have bust out of this prison easily, whether through wits or pure physical strength.

[spiralrole]

hxlfsoul‌:

IT WASN’T A DIFFICULT QUESTION TO ANSWER FOR MOST, but he didn’t like to admit his vulnerability & the true reason he’d decided to take Hitoshi for himself. ❝You were the first person to treat me like I was worth something, like I was human. You understand, don’t you? All I’ve ever been is a tool to my father, a monster to the media… A demon to the rest of the world. You knew that pain of mine, Hitoshi, but you treated me with kindness even though you didn’t know who I was.❞

It was disgustingly sentimental & he didn’t like it, but that was the truth of the matter. ❝You acted like I wasn’t worthless, you smiled at me when no one ever had… Why wouldn’t I have chosen you?❞

     And at that, Shinsou faltered.  He couldn’t bring himself to fight against Shouto, at least not yet, if he really did care about him.  Few people did, even if Shinsou was loathe to admit that.  He had always driven away other people.

      “You should have just said that,” he grumbled.  “You didn’t have to hit me or stab me or anything.  You’re a good friend either way.  Just let me go and we... can forget about all this.”  At least as long as Shouto stopped burning down buildings.  He couldn’t in good consciousness ignore that.  He just wanted to keep being friends with Shouto.

       “Right, Shouto?”