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#ULTIMATEMUSICIANS   :   an   independent   and   private   writing   /   aesthetic   blog   for   IBUKI   MIODA   AKA.   THE   ULTIMATE   MUSICIAN   ,   from   the   spike   chunsoft   franchise   ,   DANGANRONPA   !     (   canon   divergent   and   headcanon   based.   )     themes   of   :   murder,   torture,   suicide,   brainwashing   and   more   will   be   present.   over   eighteen   only.   as   symphonized   by   kj.

❛   yoohoo         !         where’s         my         favorite         bubblegum-haired-finger-lickin-guitarist         ?   ❜          ibuki   chirps   out   ,   holding          (          rather         precariously          )          a   freshly   tuned   guitar   behind   her   silhouette.   lips   puckering   slightly   ,   she   hums   to   the   tune   of   alice   cooper’s   poison   ————   the   song’s   been   stuck   in   her   head   for   days   ,   which   means   it’s   become   a   problem   for   everyone   in   her   vicinity.

❛   there   you   are         !         i         was         beginning         to         think         the         zombies         recruited         you         as         their         new         ringleader.         wanna         guess         what’s         about         roughly         half         my         size         and         i’ve         got         hiding         behind         me         ?   ❜   

i’m   hanging   by   the   noose   of   their   lamp   cord

❛        GUESS   IT   COULD   BE   TAKEN   THAT   WAY   ,   HUH   ?     ❜     magenta eyes scan over his relaxed stance. it’s not like she hadn’t heard of him before. no matter where you were from, the name kakashi garnered respect.     ❛        not   much   to   go   off   with   a   name   like   the   copy   ninja   .   .   .   but      you   could   say   people   painting   you   larger   than   life   is   actually   to   your   benefit   as   a   ninja   ,   right   ?     ❜     the air he carries is cool        ————        which means he was either absent-minded or confident enough in himself to not have to worry about others around him. she supposed the latter is a fair conclusion.     ❛        i’m     gonna     be     completely     honest     ,   they   were   pretty   spot   on.   especially   since   you’ve   for   sure   got   the   whole   BROODING   /   MYSTERIOUS   vibe   down   to   a   science.   we   just   need   to   get   you   some   eyeliner   and   BAM        ————        you’re   the   new   kazekage   !     ❜ 

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❝Oh ! No… um ! A-A cosmetologist is basically!… A person who provides helpful treatments to skin, hair, and nails! I cut hair, and do make-up, paint nails, and even give massages on occasion… it’s similar to a beautician, but the main difference is that I am licensed to recommend all sorts of products to assist in these sorts of things.❞

She stands with a proper and stiff posture suddenly, smiling all the way. Apparently she hadn’t come across somebody who mistook her title for a sort of fortune teller before, but that doesn’t deaden her excitement in any way!

❛        NO   WAY   ,   THAT’S   SO COOL   !     ❜     ibuki themself, was moderately familiar with doing things like dyeing hair or painting nails, but she was nowhere near an expert. she considers herself lucky if she can give herself a manicure and not waste half the polish on everywhere but her nails.     ❛     if   you   ever   need   someone   to   experiment   on   ,   feel   free   to   ask   ibuki   !   there’s   almost   nothing   i   wouldn't   try   at   least   on        ————   ❜     the sentence is abruptly cut short with a horrible epiphany.     ❛     okay   ,   maybe   not   nothing   ;   i   don’t   want   to   look   like   a   Karen   or   get   a   bowl   cut.   and   don’t   get   me   started   on   trying   to   play   any   kind   of   instrument   with   long   nails.   ❜   

MUSINGS     !          :          01     /      0?

❛  death is woven in with the violets…  ❜   →   virginia woolf, from ‘the waves’

❛  tell me again about silence.  ❜   →   c. k. williams, lies; from ‘patience is when you stop waiting’

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒   𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐇,      𝐖𝐇𝐘      𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑      𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐒   ?      It’s   like   a   layer   of   salt   on   top   of   this   whole   mess   that   is   Mioda.      Hajime’s   gritting   his   teeth   trying   to   put   up   with   her,      looking   just   on   the   verge   of   just   tossing   the   whole   musician   out      &      standing   up.      Of   course,      she’s   in   a   pretty   good   position   to   keep   her   balance   on   his   lap   at   present,      &      given   the   kind   of   person   she   is,      chances   are   she’s   gonna   have   no   trouble   at   all   with   him   trying   to   stand   up   or   shove   her   off.      At   least,      he’s   got   reasonable   cause   to   believe   that’s   the   case.

So   he’s   not   exactly   thrilled   with   her   being   here,      but   he’s   sticking   it   out   like   a   champ.      Even   with   that   growing   heat   of   embarrassment   under   his   skin,      or   flustering   or   whatever   it   is.      Of   course   she   looks   cute   winking   at   him,      tucking   back   her   wayward   strands      &      carrying   on.      Almost   exaggeratedly   so.      But   he’s   about   to   go   nuts   on   that   freaking   hair   of   hers      (      &      why’s   he   so   damned   flustered   just   having   her   thighs   pressed   flat   on   his   ?      ).

❝   So,      you’re   telling   me   …   you   want   to   play   the   harp.      On   my   lap.      Am   I   understanding   you   correctly   ?      &      why   my   lap   in   particular,      Mioda   ?      I’m   pretty   sure   you   could   get   away   with   using   Soda’s   …   although,      now   that   I’ve   said   it   out   loud,      I   can   see   why   you   wouldn’t   want   to.   ❞

Eugh.      Yeah,      that   wouldn’t   end   well   for   Mioda.      &      she   probably   would   make   it   end   badly   for   that   dufus   after   he   made   it   end   badly   for   her,      which   would   create   a   mess   that   surely   somehow   would   wind   up   being   Hajime’s   responsibility   to   clean   up.      So   much   for   that.

❛        OH   HAJIME   ,   ever   -   so   -   humble   hajime.   ❜   ibuki taunts lightly.        ❛        i   guess   that's   a   fair   question.   ❜   as she hums aloud, mind concentrated on pondering the question, ibuki’s body relaxes by sinking further into hajime’s chest. 

surely there were plenty of laps to go around, but this is ibuki, which means things are a lot more nuanced than usual. so, with every new person she contemplates, a finger raises. for example   :   sonia is the freaking ultimate princess so if anything , it should be ibuki asking sonia to sit on her lap. teruteru or fuyuhiko were out of the question for reasons that should be obvious        ————        though   ,   if she were really trying to simulate maximum uncomfortability they would probably be tied for the best option.

ibuki grimaces while revisiting hajime’s suggestion. the thought alone makes her nauseous, imagining the fumes radiating off of soda. gundam’s came with running the risk of either being cursed to ETERNAL DAMNATION or him taking it as some weird act of submission that would inevitably be misconstrued as an invitation for breeding. it was a tie between mahiru and mikan for most comfortable lap, but that was really neither here nor there.

she relents , hands falling at her sides in discomfiture        ————        (        hey   ,   wait   a   second   !   is   this   sh*t   really   working   ?         )     ❛   LUCK   OF   THE   DRAW   ?   ❜        ————        BINGO !     ❛   that’s   it   !   ❜        she exclaims joyfully, as though having cracked some masterful code. bounding off of the brunette’s lap she turns to face him        .        .        .     ❛   while   ibuki   practices   the   harp   ❜     taking a brief pause to play the air-harp     ❛   hajime-chan   can   see   if   it   helps   him   remember   his   talent   !   ❜        she plots back into his lap, arms outstretched and hands up towards the sky.     ❛   that   is   ,   if   he   can   hold   his   own   against   ibuki’s   mysticism.   ❜     

the number of the beast by iron maiden

goth star by HEALTH 

w.d.y.w.f.m? by the neighbourhood

siren song by bat for lashes

action cat by gerard way

no hard feelings by wolf alice 

alligator blood by nicole dollanganger 

bitter end by CHVRCHES

prism by pastel ghost

now i want by son lux