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What do you think of the loser before you who used his talent to kill? Hoshi Ryouma roleplay blog, also open to answering your questions!

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@ultimvtecosplayer

Rousing from whatever little sleep he had crammed in before dawn, Hoshi wondered why there was something hard pressing against his toes. He peered over the blankets, only to discover that he had been poking the footboard. What the hell?

He rolled from bed, struggling to stand, and stumbled to the bathroom. Supporting his hands on the washbasin, he stared at his reflection. The usual fish-like eyes stared back, inhabiting the usual round face; however from his neck down Hoshi’s entire body had lengthened.

Was this another one of Monokuma’s ploys? Only one way to find out. Taking each step with utmost care, he walked to the dining hall, expecting to find the bear and whatever new motive he had in store within.

Instead, he found Shirogane... or someone who looked the part. With how much his world had shifted, Hoshi couldn’t be sure of how short she was, but there was no doubt that he dwarfed her by a large margin.

“Shirogane. So your height’s changed, too... Hmph, I wonder if this is one of Monokuma’s plots.”

[kiibogonta]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 3 of Ignition, my pet project born from my desire to write about a hypothetical world where Hoshi and Nidai meet, is here! There’s a super shounen tennis game spectated by some other characters who join it to do some cheering from the sidelines!

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Since this is a Hoshi roleplay blog I figured some of you might be interested in my Hoshi fanfiction. I’ll try to get the replies I owe done today but if I don’t this is why! Unless it’s a good day it’s easy to deplete my writing energy reserves...

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the-sweet-puppeteer:

The horse puppet spoke. “Wow!! That guy voice is deep as the ocean!! He’s right Shikakun, you shouldn’t judge this man by his appearance! You dumb deer!” The deer puppet made a few weeping sounds. “Aww..but it’s a compliment…He took it the wrong way. I’m very sorry..please forgive me Ryoma..” After the performance, Koga brought both his puppets down.

“Forgive my children. I’m Koga Mitsunari, the ultimate puppeteer. The horse is Umakun, The deer is Shikakun. They like to….talk a lot.”

Dumbfound, Hoshi watched the show unfolding before him in silence. “Good grief, you ain’t half bad at this shtick. I’ve seen far less convincing madmen in prison... The line between talent and lunacy’s pretty thin, uh?”

“Hmph, I noticed,” he said. “The deer’s right, though. I was the one jumping to conclusions too quickly... My bad. I’ve still got a ways to go.”

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siren-hatane:

The woman blinked twice, retracting the hand she’d nearly outstretched to offer for a handshake. What a… bizarre response. “Um… well, most of mine aren’t available to do anything right now.” Either they still had classes or they were online, so it wasn’t as though she could physically reach them. She’d only been wandering the hall when her self-musing was picked up by the ears of this stranger.

Her curiosity was piqued. What was it that closed him off so much that he didn’t want to reveal his identity? “I’d like to know your name, at least.”

“My name, uh?” Hoshi shook his head. “It’s the one thing I’m not allowed to throw away, even though it’s long lost its meaning...” The press had his name regurgitated ad nausea on its covers for weeks; he wondered if there was anyone who hadn’t heard of it at least once. “I’m Ryoma Hoshi.”

He lowered the edge of his beanie, casting a shadow over his eyes. “That being said, it’s best for you to keep your distance from the likes of me.”

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@buglullabies​

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Hoshi didn’t like going to cafes, but his sweet tooth, signaled by the cocoa cigarette dangling from his lips, always found a way to push him to visit one from time to time. Although he would have preferred to avoid the crowd, pastries just didn’t taste the same after being carried around in a bag. He would take his order, eat, and leave without partaking in any form of human interaction.

Unfortunately, his height substantially increased his stealth levels, leading to someone innocently taking the free seat in front of him.

“Gonta.”

Hoshi glanced at the counter where the waiter would soon be preparing his order. Rats. In retrospect, eating pastries was the epitome of uncool.

“Haha... You’d think so, right? I came on a whim, is all. Do you want me to, uh, treat you to something? Maybe an éclair and a latte?”

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OOC: Sorry that my posts aren’t exactly the most description-heavy... I’m more of a dialogue person so it’s easier for me.

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@tiredbeanie

“Well, I suppose that’s true.” And with things like Halloween parties, she got to dress up. No formal wear or anything, just costumes. That was one of the parts she always enjoyed. Still, having to help set up was a pain, and no doubt she’d be asked to make a selection of songs for the gathering, no payment for it either. The least she could do was be compensated for her work… “A shame the set-up and take-down is so much work.”

“Ah, I don’t think I’ve met you before.” She noted, looking down at the smaller man standing beside her. Late introductions were better than none, she supposed, offering her own name to the tiny stranger. “I’m Wrenne, Wrenne Hatane.”

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“Indeed... though if you’re able to work together with everyone else, it’s not as much as you’d think.”

“Hmph, it’s not like I’m anyone worth meeting. You’ve got a good name, but maybe it’s best for you to leave it at that. Go back to where your friends are, and be stupid with them while you still can.”

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shlim-azl:

He smiled at the former gold medalist tennis player. “I see, I see.” He snatched the cigarette from Hoshi and stuck it between his pastel pink lips. “I don’t think something is going to happen.” He removed the cigarette from his lips and he sighed. “You’re acting like a curse is going to be placed upon me.” 

“Mm…I dunno. I guess we can start out with formalities? I’m not a fan of formalities, but eh. I’m Kira. You are…?” He felt like he should know the other’s name, but he did not. 

Hoshi was taken aback by the other’s gesture, for it was the kind of behaviour he had come to expect from other inmates. Was this kid some sort of delinquent?

“Hey, what’re you doing?! Give that back—”

Then he saw the kid placing the candy in his mouth.

“...Nevermind. You can keep it. Hmph, not one for formalities, and not one for good manners either. That’s a funny name you got... I’m Ryoma Hoshi. Not that I deserve to carry that name these days.”

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“I miss the days when there was only one party I didn’t want to go to." The woman understood the point of school events like the ones being talked about now- bringing students together, cooperation... especially around the holidays. But why did they all have to be mandatory...?

“You tell me... Running away doesn’t cut it anymore with so many committee members around, and there are only so many times I can come down with the flu.

Although, when you get to it... it can be kind of fun.”

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the-sweet-puppeteer:

@tiredbeanie liked the starter call.

The deer puppet covered haft of the puppeteer’s face. “Awww….He’s soo cute. Hello there little man, how do you do?” The deer’s voice was light, yet high-pitched; it’s almost hard to believe it’s coming from tall man behind the hand-made puppet. “I’m the master’s happy-go-lucky deer…what’s your name sweetie?”

Hoshi’s eyelids slanted over his eyes as he looked up to scan the deer and its puppeteer. “Cute? Don’t you think it’s rude to judge people you’ve just met based on their appearance?” He shook his head and stuck a cocoa cigarette between his lips. “Hmph, whatever floats your boat. I’m Ryoma Hoshi... or whatever’s left of him.”

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//so i realized there is no dr rp list so reblog this post so i can make a new list. i know the blog isnt up yet but ill set it up as we go

[rpmemes-galore]

The Office — Season 3  {Sentence Starters}

“That’ll show ‘em.“

“That’s a ridiculous question.”

“I’m sorry, what was the question?“

“Congratulations, universe. You win.“

“Sorry I annoyed you with my friendship.“

“Okay, that’s a lot of good ideas. Thanks.”

“What is going on? What are you doing?!“

“Am I a hero? I really can’t say… but, yes.”

“I don’t think you know what you’re saying.“

“Hello. I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.“

“Are you all right? This must be so awful for you.”

“It was a weird day. I accidentally cross-dressed.“

“We just… we never got the timing right, you know?“

“Fool me once, strike one. Fool me twice… strike three.“

“No need for consternation. Everything is under control.“

“I love inside jokes. I’d love to be a part of one someday.“

“Do you really expect us to believe that you’re another person?“

“There’s too many people in this world. We need a new plague.“

“It is an outrage, that’s all. They’re making a huge, huge mistake.“

“I miss the days when there was only one party I didn’t want to go to.“

“I don’t want to blame anyone in particular. I think everyone’s to blame.“

“Do you really not expect me to throw you up against that wall, biatch?!“

“I just want to lie on the beach and eat hot dogs. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.“

“When I die, I want to be frozen. And if they have to freeze me in pieces, so be it.“

“I’m crying, and nobody can hear me, because I’m terribly, terribly… terribly alone.“

“And it feels like somebody took my heart and dropped it into a bucket of boiling tears.”

“There’s no way it’s fine, I’m sorry. If I was you, I would just freak out and get really drunk.”

[ultimatebabyfaceyakuza-deactiva]

@tiredbeanie

“You!”

Fuyuhiko had finally tracked down this little bastard. The bastard who had just recently cost the lives of a good number of his men. Nobody kills his men and gets away with it!

He spotted the smaller ultimate in the streets, at first hard to spot due to the number of people present but he found him. Grabbing a hold of the other’s collar he lifted him up to his face.

“You got fucking guts to take out my men you bastard!” He spat, full of bitterness and wrath. “Looks like I’m gonna have to show ya what the fuck happens to someone who messes with the Kuzuryuu clan!”

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What a surreal week. Foiling the tennis tournament the mafia had hosted in one of their private yachts had been a big mistake, but Hoshi had lost no time in setting the score straight. A Twist Serve can go a long way in wiping out an entire organization when you’re playing with a stainless steel ball.

He had been careful to bash skulls in only during the dead of the night. Even in the dark, hitting a target from afar posed no challenge to the SHSL Tennis Player, but his looks were far from typical: Anyone who caught the briefest glimpse could easily narrow their target down to the tiny teenager.

And so Hoshi found himself in the hands of one of his enemies (although not one as tall as the others he had done in, he noted). In the eye of the storm of fury the other was brewing, Hoshi found a pool of calm within him. If this was how he was to go, so be it.

“Uh, so you’re the one calling the shots for those chumps. I would never have laid it down on a kid. Guess children aren’t as innocent as they used to be... so, what’re ya gonna do? Put me in your playpen?”

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shlim-azl:

The smallest of smiles tugged at the corners of his mouth. “It’s not safe to be around me, either.” Kira provided no explanation. Obviously he was a member of the supernatural considering his ears and tail, but he harvested a much deeper, darker secret. Seeing the cocoa cigarette dangling between the ex-tennis player’s lips, he narrowed his purple eyes. He had no idea they still made those. “Well, I’m not leaving. You’re the least boring person I have come across and I come across a lot of people on a daily basis. Hm…If you’re so unsafe to be around, then why don’t you walk away? It may safe me from a pending disaster you may bring me.”

“Uh, you got me there, kid. Thing is,” he said, taking the cigarette out off his mouth and waving it around, “it wouldn’t be cool of me to walk away. If you stay and something bad happens, that’s on you.”

“Hmph, but how hypocritical of me. I’ve still got a ways to go.” Hoshi sighed. “I ain’t got patience for busybodies, but if you only want to talk, then shoot. What did you have in mind?”

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[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in an elevator together.

Having seen someone already in the elevator, Hoshi had hesitated to step in, but figuring it would be a quick ride he decided to join Gonta in the way down. It was a decent enough arrangement—whatever space Gonta occupied in excess, Hoshi left empty.

The elevator, however, had other plans, and stopped dead on its track somewhere between floors. Well, wasn’t that ironic.

“Ngn… where’s the emergency bottom?”

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shlim-azl:

He swallowed a sigh and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes in annoyance. “Do you always push away people like this?” This time, he sighed. “Actually, I am really interested in murder cases. I think it’s really neat how many methods there are. Anyway, who said I approached you because I want to yap about murder cases? I like normal conversation, you know.”

Hoshi stuck his cocoa cigarette between his teeth. “Hmph, I knew it. When something happens over and over again, you start being able to read it in people’s faces. I don’t blame you for it, it’s just...”

“...It isn’t safe to be ‘round me, even if it’s only to talk.”

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The askbox was turned off... that wasn’t very cool of me.