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Ibuki Mioda indie roleplay blog // Penned by That one asshole

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thewriterandthekiller:

She let out a strangled squawk as she was dragged off by the brightly coloured musician. “B-b-but I only need one set.” She managed to stammer out., Trying to keep up least she lose her shirt to the other girl.

“Only one set?!” And hide all that skin?! Ibuki cannot let this happen. She wants to, no, she NEEDS to get Toko a new set of clothes! “Toko-chan needs to bloom like the finest rose! Ibuki-chan needs to see Toko-chan in pretty clothes! Or the world will blow up!” It will blow.

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@the-blxcksmith-and-the-sk8terboy

“Is this the only metal Utano-chan makes?” Ibuki asks as she looks at it. “Ibuki-chan wants to hear Utano-chan scream!”

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@thewriterandthekiller

If toko fukawa was expecting to be a shut in her whole life she’s got another thing coming. Ibuki has deeply fallen in love with Toko’s aesthetic. Soft library shut in. It’s so totally banging! But you know what would be more banging? A makeover. She wants to see Fukawa in shorter skirts! 

“Ibuki-chan knows what’s wrong with this!” She says as she skims through Toko’s wardrobe after violently breaking in with one solid kick to her door. “Toko-chan has only one set of clothes! Ibuki-chan can fix this, we’re going to play the ‘Match Up’ Game! Quick, toko-chan, to the mall!” she grabs toko’s shirt

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despairadox:

Enoshima didn’t seem shaken by the uncharacteristic deep yell; perhaps because she had seen and heard stranger things in her life. Ibuki seemed to be eccentric type and that sat pretty well with the Fashionista, the world could alway use people who were a little harder to predict.

“I,” “Buki,” “Mio,” “Da.” Junko would copy the other’s little intro, she would say it a few times as if she trying to get a feel for the name. Almost as though she was tasting wine or something like that.

“It’s a pleasure, I say a pleasure to meet you too!” Junko would cheerily reply with a big cheesy looking grin. 

Ibuki has seen stranger things too than an extremely beautiful girl play along with her jokes. She did go to an all girls school. But there is something about this bountiful bouncing goddess that made the singer’s gay little heart tremble with joy! Maybe it’s the big smile she has. 

So when she hears Enoshima say her name back to her, it just sort of makes her day.

“The pleasure is mine!!” She says in not a first person sense, maybe because she’s overwhelmed. “What brings Enoshima-chan to the lair,” As in the school, “Of Ibuki-chan!”

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// Like for a starter and I will personally come into your tumblr IM and throw an idea at you

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despairadox:

Junko would admit that she didn’t know this person or even what they were doing, she would be lying to herself if she denied founding the entire situation funny.

“It’s pronounced Ark-an-saw, you big dummy.” Junko would correct with a small smile, her tone suggested that she was only teasing the stranger. The fashionista would shake the other’s hand before continuing to speak. “Good morning to you too. My name is Junko, Junko Enoshima.”

║ ◎♫♪♫ ║ “HhwhaaAT? This whole time?!” Ibuki had no idea it was pronounced like that, or maybe she did and she’s just playing who knows. But the other seems happy to correct, and Ibuki is happy to be wrong.

“I,” “Buki,” “Mio,” “Da!” She claps in between, kind of like a cheer leader. She says it out for the other, and now raises both her hands into the air, a deep yell, which is uncharacteristic for her cute voice “Ibuki Mioda!”

IF the universe went her way, there would be some sick fireworks right now. “Ibuki-chan is so happy to meet Enoshima-chan!” the name sounds familiar

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║ ◎♫♪♫ ║ “Ibuki-chan has located a CD under her bed that she didn’t notice she bought!” She narrates. It’s a great CD too. Who will she talk about it to?

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ultimatetalentizuru:

Hajime had just been zoning out, thinking about various things. So he’d probably looked like he was in a worse mood than he actually was. This of course changed when Ibuki threw her arms around him without warning and started hugging him tighter then a bear. 

“Ack! Ibuki..I..can’t…breathe.” she was squeezing him so hard, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. 

║ ◎♫♪♫ ║ Ibuki squeezes for a few more seconds, thinking it’s working until Hinata is nearly out of breath. she then lets go, and is very happy! Hopefully this cheered him up. Little did she know if she held on for a little bit longer there’d be a body announcement. 

“Exorcised! Good morning Hajime-chan!!!” She says proud of herself! 

[kodokumi]

I feel ya, Ibuki

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// ME WHEN IT HAPPENED THO

[thewriterandthekiller]

“W=what? N-n-no!” She stuttered out, backing up suddenly. “I suffer stage fright!”

Partially true, she didn’t want to run the risk of fainting on Stage and letting Syo run loose.

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║ ◎♫♪♫ ║ “Just imagine the crowd in their panties!” That’s what she does! It’s a lot of fun. She thinks this will help the other girl too. 

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@hxpelessnurse

║ ◎♫♪♫ ║ “Ibuki-chan would die for Mikan-chan.”

[thewriterandthekiller]

“Siren call?” Touko looks confused for a second. “Wait, you came because of my singing?”

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║ ◎♫♪♫ ║ “Huuhuu!” She puffs out her chest, all proud of herself for her BnE over the sound of music. “Ibuki-chan most certainly did, Siren-chan.” She says as she gives the smelly girl a good nickname. It’s not nice to insult people, so smelly-chan was way out of the question. “Ibuki-chan has the best ears in the world! Bats cannot compare.”

“So will siren-chan join my band?” She asks like out of the blue. Yeah. Please join Ibuki’s metal band she’s all alone. 

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despairadox:

Enoshima had been preoccupied with her phone, so she didn’t actually notice Ibuki approach her. Junko was certainly surprised by the girlish yelling though her react was an understated one, no big sudden movements.

 The Fashionista blinked a few time before smiling and responding with.

“Keeeeeeentucky!” 

What better to reply then with another state?

║ ◎♫♪♫ ║ “Arkansas!” Which she pronounces the wrong way. Like Ar-Kansas, instead of Ark an saw. She is very happy the other is playing along though, and she gives the stranger a raised hand for shaking. “Good morning!!” 

She does not know who she is, or what she is doing here, but she is both beautiful and fun. What more could Ibuki ask for a stranger? 

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🎶??

Send 🎶 for a starter incorporating part of a song I’ve listened to recently.

║ ◎♫♪♫ ║  That’s one good looking boy!!! Ibuki wants their attention, maybe to sit down and talk for a bit. She finds there’s a certain thrill of meeting new people. And even though they seem to be in a rush, she still wants to give it a shot! 

“Boy!! Where do you think you’re going~? Where do you think you’re goooooin, gooooooin, boy.”

Send 🎶 for a starter incorporating part of a song I've listened to recently.

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thewriterandthekiller:

“Will you remember me? Remember me for center-” She paused and spun around, her mouth hanging open.

“Howthefuckdidyougetinhere?” She shrieked, looking around to see if anyone else heard her. “W-what do you want?” She managed, before moving to the door to close it, swearing that she locked it tight before hand.

║ ◎♫♪♫ ║ “The door~ Ibuki-chan has been lured in here by the powerful call of the siren.” She sings to the other, like in response to Toko’s previous singing. She bounces over to the other girl, who is pretty and smelly! What a good combo for a girl with a voice like this. Ibuki’s always wanted to talk to someone capable singing the vocals part in her band. 

Ibuki also fails to mention the unorthodox way of GETTING IN. Which includes BREAKING THE DOOR DOWN. But that’s such a minor detail! 

[thewriterandthekiller]

Sings in her room as she writes.

“Some legends are told, some turn to Dust or to Gold, but you will remember meeee! Remember me, For Centuries!”

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║ ◎♫♪♫ ║ What is that splendid noise that Ibuki hears from down the hall. Sound proof her bottom, nothing escapes these echo locating ears. She follows the sound to a door that she’s never been to! And her eager heart thumps in her chest. Someone who sings that well should sing WITH HER. It’s only logical sense. 

Ibuki tries to open the door and jostles the handle. Who locks things anymore? Maybe if she can’t open it with a turn of the knob, she can hipcheck the door open. Like what is a small door to the might of Ibuki’s curiosity.

Regardless of what personal invasion technique she uses, Ibuki breaks into Toko’s room. And she does it with a joyful exclamation. “AHAH!” Who was singing but a very smelly girl!