井吹龍之介

This is an independent RP blog for Ibuki Ryunosuke from Hakuouki: Reimeiroku. [Also for Hakuouki SSL] Feel free to leave an ask or start up a new thread! It might take a little bit, but this blog is open to RPing with anyone~

[ibuki-ryunosuke]

BITCH

B I T C H

W E  B A C K

[ibuki-ryunosuke]

//Super OOC, but I feel like I need this here. 

So I know I haven’t been on here to actually RP in a stupidly long time, but I wanted this update on here since, well, none of this would have happened if I hadn’t made this blog. Please excuse me while I be super cheesy and word vomit a bit. ;w;b

Back how ever many years ago when I made this blog, I had no idea how to RP and I just fumbled around in the fandom to have some fun. Just by chance I picked to RP Ibuki (even though I knew very little about him) and it just so happened that meluee decided to RP kosuzu-shizu. It was almost... expected(?) for us to interact with each other since the characters are canon, but I’m so glad we did end up talking.

There were so many great times trying to figure out each other’s time zones (12 hours apart lol), RPing feels with our dorky babies, joking around about prawns and cinnamon mochas, drawing things for each other, and yelling at each other to go to bed. Even after we stopped RPing, we remained super close.

This year, I traveled to the other side of the world and had the honor stand beside Kosumun on her wedding day as one of her bride’s maids.

Dear ~~Kosumun~~ (man, I haven’t called you that in forever XD)

Thank you so much for being an awesome friend for so many years. You are an amazing, beautiful person and I am so glad to have met you here. (and now in real life too!!) Thank you for all the things you’ve done for me. From sending me good morning messages, to letting me stay at your place and running out to spudshed at 1 in the morning with me to get frootloops. I have so many amazing memories with you from staying up and crack-posting in the haku-fam to all the new adventures we had together in Australia. I’m really shit with words (as we have learned years ago here in the RP) but I just want to say I am so SO thankful that we are friends and that we finally got to meet. ...because we decided to like dead samurais and RP dumb babies. _(:’3 Enjoy your time in Japan. Stay safe and take tons of pictures (and remember Yamazaki is dead ;7; //shot) 

[sakuyaaa]

OtomateWeb over at Twitter uploaded a new Hakuouki Reimeiroku artwork and news:

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[gogoutori]

No one asked for Heisuke including myself, yet here he is….

[gogoutori]

dumb samurai protags

[gogoutori]

Okita: “Look Hajime-kun. It’s snowing!~” Saitou: “…” Inner Saitou: 'Is2fg souji get that away from my tea I will cut you.'

There is so much snow here rn that it has worked it’s way into my doodles OTL

[gogoutori]

adorable dumb married babies uGH _(:’3

[ibuki-ryunosuke]

//Haku art onto the Haku blog~

[ibuki-ryunosuke]

I really love your art! Ibuki is one of my favorite characters. I wish there was more art for him.

//Thank you so much anonbro!! <3 Oh man, I hear you though. There is a severe lack of Ibuki fanart in this world. _(:'3 There needs to be more~~

[ibuki-ryunosuke]

Imagine Ryunosuke getting fucked hard against a wall by one of the Shinsengumi boys.

//what the fuck anonbro omg

[gogoutori]

look at this brat

I want 10

[gogoutori]

got a bad case of the Okita feels out of the blue.

here’s a transparent little shit for your blog

[gogoutori]

Yay Okita!!~ I realized I hardly ever draw him in his western outfit…. IrememberwhynowOTL

Here’s another I started on, but didn’t like how it was turning out (everything just looked too weird) so I didn’t finish it. ;w; sorry~

[hishighnesskazamachikage-blog]

[“Why don’t you just use what’s in the budget to buy the decorations?”]

Kazama waved a hand as if the idea were a particularly annoying insect. “The budget is small enough as it is, but it’s being split between decorations and food. Naturally, school health requirements apply even to food for special events, which makes it a bit more pricy. Even if some of the students and teachers brought in dishes they’d made themselves, Kondou-sensei wants to reimburse them for a percentage of the ingredient costs. What’s left over is enough to either pay back the art department for a portion of the supplies, or cover half of the gym in mediocre decorations. It’s been agreed that the former is a better use of the funds.”

Kazama leaned back in his seat, folding his hands into his lap, still observing the other. While he was personally quite fond of Ibuki, he was quite sure that that fondness wasn’t mutual, and it was no surprise to him that he’d tried to talk his way out of working with him. He began again, “In addition to that, I’m sure Kondou-sensei made the decision to go through with the dance, despite the low budget, in an effort to strengthen inter-class relations and to build student pride and confidence. I don’t particularly wish to disappoint him.”

He had a respect for Kondou-sensei, but beyond that was the looming threat of Oikta making his school life a living hell if this dance failed and it were his fault. That was a nuisance which the blond could do without, thank you very much. He allowed some of that worry to leak onto his features. “What do you say? Will you help me?”

[ibuki-ryunosuke]

Ibuki played with the top of the soda while listening to the blond go over where the money was being spent for the event planned. The way Kazama spoke, his tone, and how he conducted himself all seemed very business like. Ibuki looked up at the other across from his and imagined him in a business suit and tie rather than the school uniform he was currently adorning. The mental image alone almost make him chuckle, but if Ryunosuke was completely honest, he could see Kazama being a CEO of a big company someday. For a 'high school' student, Kazama seemed to have wisdom far beyond his years, even if it showed through in little ways such as planning events like this.

[“In addition to that, I’m sure Kondou-sensei made the decision to go through with the dance, despite the low budget, in an effort to strengthen inter-class relations and to build student pride and confidence. I don’t particularly wish to disappoint him.”]

Ibuki pouted thinking the elder was using a guilt card on him. "I'm not Okita-senpai." he said bluntly. "I-I mean...I wouldn't want Kondou-sensei to be let down either. He's a good guy and all, but..."

Amber met red and Ryunosuke could a new emotion bleeding through onto Kazama's face. One you don't see on CEOs and fancy businessmen or 'high school' students past their years in wisdom. It was such a foreign and strange look to see on the upperclassman's face, it really didn't suit him at all. It was look Ibuki wasn't sure he wanted to see on the other's face.

[“What do you say? Will you help me?”]

It wasn't quite pleading, and it definitely wasn't begging, but Kazama Chikage, President of the student council was asking for his help.

Heaving a sigh, Ibuki averted his eyes and answered; "Okay. I'll help you."

He wasn't sure why Kazama didn't just go to Yukimura-chan since he seemed so smitten with her. She's such a helpful girl, she would surly say yes in a heartbeat. Maybe he could ask for her help later...

Clearing his thoughts with a shake of his head and sending his blue mop flying about, Ibuki cleared his throat. "So what exactly do you need?"

[ibuki-ryunosuke]

-excuse rusty writing have not done this in forever- tsuki flicks her tail back and forth questioning if she should greet the blue haired boy the way she usually does. With a giggle she takes in a deep breath "IBUKI-SAN" she runs head on, right when shes about to tackle him she morphs back a white fox.

((it's all good because I haven't done it in forever either so I'm pretty much a rust bucket too - heyyyyy))

The moment the shout reached his ears, Ibuki braced himself for the pouncing he knows will soon happen. Except this time the force that knocks into him is much, much lighter. With a blink, amber eyes peer down to the ball of pure white fur in his lap. A chuckle escapes past his lips while he scratches behind a fluffy ear."It's been a while since I've seen you."

[ibuki-ryunosuke]

-Stares at- I'm hungry...

What was this guy's problem?

"Well don't look at me for food."

[hishighnesskazamachikage-blog]

Normally, Kazama would have scolded whoever it was that had knocked into him, but as luck would have it…

[“What where you’re goin—… oh.”]

His previous smile hadn’t yet left, and almost brightened at his good fortune. “Ibuki-kun, just who I was looking for.” He slung an arm around the younger student, leading him back towards the student council room and ignoring the previous attitude and the fact the poor boy looked like he thought his mouth had just gotten him into trouble again. “I have a matter I must discuss with you. It’s of utmost importance and I’m afraid it can’t wait, so I’ll write a note to excuse you from your next class. Kondo-sensei has already approved,” —which wasn’t quite true, but he had told Chikage to handle it, “—so there shouldn’t be any problem.”

They reached the room in record time, despite having to dodge around every other student in the hallway, and Kazama gestured for Ibuki to pick one of the other chairs while he took out two bottles of soda Shiranui kept in the fridge under the desk. If he was going to drag the boy away from class and into his domain to enter into a project with him, he saw no reason not to at least be a good host to the boy. And dammit, Shiranui had enough energy as it was without that extra sugar.

May as well cut to the chase before the kid has an aneurism. “Kondou-sensei wants to have a school dance,” he started, sitting down and handing one of the bottles to Ibuki, “but there isn’t enough room in the budget to hire someone for it, so he’s put the student council in charge of organizing the event and gathering students and faculty to help with different aspects of the event.” He paused a moment, ruby eyes scanning his face carefully to see if he could guess where this was going yet, then locking gazes. “I’m in charge of the decorations. To be quite honest, I lack all but the most basic artistic ability, so I wouldn’t be able to assist any students working under my direction in that way. I need help; a second in command, if you will.”

Another slight pause, taking the small seconds it took to take a sip of his own soda to observe his companion. Then he looked him in the eye again, pleasant smile gone for the moment and a serious expression in its place. “I’d like you to do that.”

[ibuki-ryunosuke]

Somewhere in his still reeling mind Ibuki registered that he was being pulled along the corridor (away from his painting), with Kazama prattling on along the way. Ryu was too busy wondering how he managed to not set the student council president into a rage of insult laced lectures and hand-out detention slips to actually pay attention to what the other was saying.

It wasn't until a soda was handed to him that Ibuki took in his surroundings.

[“Kondou-sensei wants to have a school dance,”]

Right... he heard something about that earlier this week, hadn't he? Probably from Okita no doubt. The boy listened on as the other explained further, stopping every now and then to add emphasis or... to intimidate him? At least it seemed that way. While the crimson stare wasn't hostile, it was still one that made Ibuki want to shy away. Not that he had been to any business deals before, but he would imagine it would feel something like this.

[“I’m in charge of the decorations. To be quite honest, I lack all but the most basic artistic ability, so I wouldn’t be able to assist any students working under my direction in that way. I need help; a second in command, if you will.”]

The confession caught him off guard, if anything. Kazama obviously had great leadership skills, but Ryu wondered what other talents he had beyond that. (Wooing ladies didn't exactly seem to be one of them either.. From what he saw, Kazama's tactfulness women rivaled that of Nagakura-sensei's.) 

[“I’d like you to do that.”]

"..Eh??" Ibuki blinked. Him? Really? He thought everything the elder had said over in his head, mulling around the idea of taking on such a project. Being asked personally to take charge (or at least partial charge) of such an important task... He stayed uncharacteristically quiet while red eyes scanned him again. Finally he spoke up;

"Why don't you just use what's in the budget to buy the decorations?" he asked as if it were the most obvious thing Kazama hadn't thought of. He took a swig of the soda while awaiting a response.

[hishighnesskazamachikage-blog]

Kazama walked the halls of the Academy, lost in contemplation. Earlier Kondo-sensei had visited the student council room and conveyed them the task of coming up with students to help with the upcoming school dance. The catch was that because of budget restrictions, no professional companies could...

[ibuki-ryunosuke]

The second hand ticked far too slowly on the clock above the classroom door. Did the teacher really have to milk every last moment out of a class ending in two minutes? Apparently so. Heaving a sigh, the teen glanced across the room and out the window, not bothering to listen to this week's assignments and letting his mind wonder.

A few days ago, (at the start of the week) Ibuki finally submitted his first piece to the school's art board. After the consistent nagging of his few friends and upperclassmen who happened to steal glances inside his sketchbook, Ryunosuke gave into the positive peer-pressure. He spent hours on the piece he brought to the board and at the time, he was satisfied- proud even. But every time Ibuki walked past the case, his eyes couldn't help but pick out one more mistake he didn't catch before.

'Those colors aren't blended as much as they should be...'

'That line should have been a bit thicker..'

'Maybe this could have used more blue..?'

The mental checklist ran on and grew with every passing by the board. While it did pester the boy's thoughts, it also spurred him on to practice more and more, improving all the while.

'Next time, I'll submit something even better.' he thought decidedly as the bell finally rang throughout the school. Quickly cramming his books into his bag, Ibuki joined the few students flocking too the door, eager to have a few minutes of socialization in the halls before next class. He darted down the hall to take one more look at his painting to take a few more mental notes. Next period was free, so if he hurried, he could probably use one of the art rooms to start the base colors for another landscape piec--

BUMP~

Wrapped up in his thoughts, Ryunosuke walked headlong into another person making their down the hall. The impact only bumped him back a step, but with a few blinks his loud mouth was open again before he even looked up. "What where you're goin--... oh." Oh wasn't the best choice of words, but what else do you say to the student council president after you just walk into him and start mouthing off? Ibuki Ryunosuke had never been particularly spectacular with words.