#despairless

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@ trinitytalents asked: ☂

warm & fuzzy: accepting

walking down the path, ibuki suddenly feels something softly hit the top of her head. she glances upward to see dark clouds were there weren’t any a moment ago. and before she knows it, it’s downpouring. normally, ibuki loves to run and dance in the rain, but she had just finished fixing the horns in her hair and couldn’t afford to have them come undone so quickly.

she was about to take off running for the nearest building, when suddenly the sensation of rain falling on her stops. the musician looks up to see an umbrella, and following it down, she finds it attached to a hand, an arm, and...a person!

“oh! hey! ibuki’s grateful for the help!” she said cheerfully, looking the girl up and down. “but ibuki doesn’t recognize her savior! you some kinda maid??”

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@str0ng-fuj1saki asked: “ Mioda-san, how do you get your hair so spikey? Is it with hair jell of sorts…? It reminds me of… Ice cream cones!

"“huh??

”ibuki had been completely zoned out and didn’t see the petite girl come up to her. but she was glad to see such cute girl!

“oh hey, chihiro-chan! ibuki’s hair, huh?” the punk rocker contemplated that for a long moment before answering, “well, it does involve a lot of styling, but a girl’s gotta have some secrets!”

ending her words with a wink, it seemed about all she would divulge. but then, in a voice barely audible, she whispered to the programmer, “though it does involve some grueling dark magic!”

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the lonely musician sat on her bed, plucking the strings of her guitar. she wasn’t feeling especially creative today, and so was having trouble coming up with any new lyrics or rhythms. but, the twang of the strings brought her a comfortable peace.

ibuki mioda was feeling bored today, a feeling she did not enjoy. she always felt the need to be busy, to be doing something, anything, and thus couldn’t stand the nothingness of boredom. she considered going out for a walk, but she wasn’t sure she had the energy. she could play a game, but nothing sounded appealing. and so she sat, slumped on her bed, strumming her strings absentmindedly.

she was hoping something would happen. something to pull her out of this lull of dullness. for someone to show up outside her door. to come and bring some new adventure and excitement to ibuki.

@corpseblade​

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ibuki was staring hard at the screen in her hands, tongue stuck out in a look of concentration. suddenly, she let out a disgruntled sigh as she lowered the game she had been playing. she took a quick break and glanced around, noticing one of her classmates nearby. perfect! she thought to herself.

“hey chiaki-chan!” she yelled across to her fellow student. the musician got up from her seat and ran over to chiaki, talking as she did so, “hey hey there’s this really tough boss ibuki just can’t seem to beat! can you help her? pretty please??”

@eludum​

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once again, ibuki found herself heading towards the nurses office. ever since a certain student, who happened to work there, had so gently taken care of ibuki when she sprained her wrist, ibuki seemed to get hurt more and more often. sometimes she’d even get “injured” twice in one day.

as the musician skipped into the office, she announced her arrival with a shout, “heyyyy, mikan-chan! ibuki’s back! this time she got a big sliver in her knee.” as she relayed her newest wound, her face melted into a pout, trying to win the sympathy of the poor girl she kept pestering. “it really really hurts, and ibuki needs an expert nurse to remove it!” with that, she hopped onto the nearest bed and held her knee close to her chest to show off the menacing piece of wood.

@despairharmony​