#Ramuda Amemura Fanfiction

[partyofwords]

making out with ramuda pls pls (feel free to ignore if you want)

Summary: Ramuda is working hard and you're feeling lonely. He needs to take a break with you.

Pairing: Amemura Ramuda X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 818

Warning: Making out

Masterlist

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I had a lot of fun writing this! I hope you love it as much as I do!

Ramuda had to taste like candy. You were sure of it. Every time you saw him, he was eating some kind of candy, so you were certain if you kissed him, he would taste exactly like sugary candy. Of course, you never told him of your suspicions. But you were determined to figure it out, some way, somehow.

Currently, you were sitting across the room from him in his studio. He was hunched over his drawing board, trying to come up with the next piece in his collection. He always looked so handsome when he was seriously designing like this. You couldn't help but feel attracted to him. And that is exactly why you wanted to put your hypothesis to the experimental test.

"Ramuda?"

He hummed in response, his eyes still stuck on the page before him as he sketched more.

"Can you take a five minute break? Please?"

This time he looked at you, his neon pink bangs brushing over his furrowed brows. "A break? Why? Am I boring you? That's a very mean thing for you to say!"

You shook your head. "Not exactly. If anything, I'm trying to look out for you. I mean that hunched position you're in cannot be comfortable!"

He chuckled and stretched. "I suppose you're right. I guess I can take a little break."

Smiling, you beckoned for him to join you on the couch you were sitting on. Ramuda happily skipped over and threw his arms around you, cuddling close to your side. You giggled and pressed your cheek to the top of his head.

"This is nice. You're warm." He told you, glancing up at you with sparkling eyes.

"Thank you." You nod before biting your lip. How does one go about asking someone they weren't dating that you wanted to kiss them just so you could see if they really did taste like candy?

He noticed your hesitation and frowned. "What's wrong? You have frown lines and a pretty face like yours should not be marred with lines."

You ease your face into a neutral expression before shrugging. "I have a favor to ask of you but I'm afraid you're going to think I'm crazy for asking it."

Ramuda shook his head frantically, sitting up straight. "We're all crazy, sweets. I don't think any favor you ask of me could be so wild that I would judge you for it."

"Can I kiss you?"

You were afraid he'd laugh right in your face, especially since a smile quickly overcame. However, he adjusted how he was sitting on the couch and put his hands on your face. 

"Yep, definitely not crazy."

And with that, he pressed his lips to yours. It was a sweet little peck, but it wasn't enough to tell if he tasted like candy. As he pulled away, you frowned and chased his lips. It was your turn to take control of the kiss. As you deepened it, he let out a squeak of surprise against your lips. You simply smiled. It wasn't often someone caught the great Ramuda Amemura off-guard, and you were glad you could.

But you were more pleased with the kiss. Yep, he definitely tasted like candy. It was sweet and sticky, like tootsie pop. He tasted like fruit and chocolate all at once. The more you kissed, the more you could feel yourself slip into a sugar rush. What started as something sweet and slow, turned frenzied and eager. You were hungry for the candy on his lips. And he was more than happy to oblige.

You didn't realize it at the moment, but Ramuda had gently pulled you on top of him as he laid down on the couch. His hands tangled themselves in your hair, while yours held yourself up on either side of his face. Every so often, his eyes would open to see yours still tightly closed as you kissed and he would smile before letting them slip close once more.

It was your turn to be caught off-guard when you felt his mouth open and his tongue coaxed itself into yours. You didn't stop him and he didn't stop you. If anything, you were even more excited because he tasted even more like candy. It was intoxicating and you couldn't get enough. You just wanted more and more and more...

Of course, your back was telling you otherwise as it began to ache from the hunched over position you were in to make out with him. You had to pull away. You were breathless and your lips were sore, but you knew at that moment that you were addicted. You would kiss him again, though you weren't sure when. And by the look in Ramuda's eye, you knew he would kiss you again too.

"Well." He breathed, a cocky grin on his bruised and wet lips. "I think that was more than a five minute break."

[kiramyssu]

Fling poly vampire au !!! I'm kind of writing a fic about them, idk if I will ever finish it though (More info abr the AU under the cut)

In my AU there is an old vampire tradition where vampires give away their immortality by letting their loved one kill them, as a big gesture of love, so Dice wants to get a lover eventually just because he doesn't want to live forever lol

Dice is a human for the most part, Ramu&Gen are trying to trick him initially but he figured out they are vampires since day one tbh but never mentioned, so he just goes "uh, yeah sure" to whatever excuse they make about the subject, he doesn't mind them "lying" to him because the feelings Dice has for them are honest!! And that's enough!!! (Big fan of fling poly dynamic Dice being accidentally super honest about his feelings about them, while ameyume explodes internally over it)

Ameyume dynamic is, they start working together but don't really trust each other much, but eventually they get closer, then because Ramu is weak and needs blood often Gen offers his own, and Ramu always treats the humans he drinks blood from like lovers, so by usual he gets very flirty with Gen, which drives him insane (he thinks Ramuda is not serious about it and is being insensitive about Gen's feelings, while Ramuda IS serious, he just didn't think labeling what they have was necessary😭)

[emeralddreamscomics]

A little comic from a scene in @lapislazulily's wonderful fic (here) where Doppo gets a new job as Ramuda's assistant. It's wonderful and everyone should read it

[manias-wordcount]

hiya! i really love your writing and i was wondering if you could do something about ramuda amemura w/ a s/o that lacks self worth/is struggling with mental health issues? they would be a lot like him as well, except they put on a lot of different sides for diff people/groups of people, and their true self is still unknown to them cause of the self manipulation, but theyre a rather soft hearted, kind, and insecure person in general. theyve had a long a rocky past, from being verbally/physically abused by parents, to being excluded at school. theyre also quite good at bottling up their emotions as well, so maybe the scene would start in the middle of a silent panic attack? (although he can tell cause mutual trust and dating for a while) if you arent comfy w/ this, i completely understand (its just a silly rq to help me cope im sorry dndbdjdnd), so please dont pressure yourself! ty for your time and have an amazing day/night!

Just Breathe (Ramuda Amemura x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!!! 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸. 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹, 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮. 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

When you feel like you’re dying, you don’t like to be touched. 

  Even when you start to tremble. Even you feel find yourself silently slinking out of the room with your breaths running short and your eyes growing wide. Even as your heart beats and beats and  beats  against your chest as you look for a quiet place to hide away and exist. Even as your vision starts to blur with tears and you become dizzier and dizzier until the second you’re able to fall onto the ground. And  especially  when you start to grow scared. When you start to grow confused. When you start to  choke , you don’t like to be touched. You can’t be touched. You don’t  want  to be touched. You don’t want that to die. But you don’t want that to be the thing that kills you either.

  And yet…

  “Deep breath in…”

  …you still choose to let him in.

  “...deep breath out. And again. Here we go-”

  Most of the time, you could listen to Ramuda talk and hum and sing to you all day long. Oddly enough, this is one of those times. But as you sit on the hard pavement of a random back alleyway in Shibuya, tucked in between trashcans and forgotten pieces of junk, you find that no matter how hard you try, you just can’t focus. You just can’t  breathe . And you’re trying. You’re trying really, really, really,  really  hard to. You want to do what he says. You want to feel better. You don’t want to make him feel worried for you. But it’s  hard . It’s  hard,  and you hate it. You hate it, and you’re  scared . You’re scared, and you don’t want to  die.  

  It’s fear that boils up first in moments like these. Fear that hits you heavy and hits you hard as it overpowers all else in your mind overflowing so, so  much . Anger and Sadness fight to be tasted. Two strong flavors. Two strong emotions. They fight for who is next behind fear. They fight for who is more powerful. In the moment. For all time. But exhaustion? Exhaustion waits its turn. It has laid claim to the aftertaste. Soon it will lay claim to you. And right after? You know it won’t be death. You know it won’t be. 

  But it feels that way. 

  It feels like it’ll be something close to death. It feels like something worst than terror and nightmares itself. It feels that way so, so much right now. That you’re going to die in just a second. That you’re going to gasp on your last exhale. Choke on your inhale. Tears will be streaming down your face, but your body feels too warm, your heart beats too fast, and your body shakes too much, and you’ll  die.  Right here, and right now. With your hands in his. And his hands and yours. 

  You sob.

  “ Shh, shh…it’s okay,”  In an instant, Ramuda is shushing you. Your cries are quiet. You’ve learned to hide your tears well. You knew you would be punished if you did anything else. But that last cry cuts through the air like a knife. It pains you so. It squeezes at your throat with the stress. It squeezes at your heart with the fear. And then before you know it, it swallows up your everything in silence once more. To hide your emotions. To cover up your fears. And to do so much more. “We’ll get through this. We have each other. So breathe with me, okay?”

  You want to. You want to tell him that too. You want to tell him how you want nothing more but to breathe out the same air he fills his lungs with. You want to tell him how you want to follow his every order- his every direction- because you know much he cares for you. You want to.

  But a quiet sob mixed in between a deep inhale is all you can muster. A pitiful sound. Nothing short of a mere hiccup as your lips try to move. They try to make a sound. And when it doesn’t work out the first time, they try again. And again. And again. And again until all they can do is part in desperation to let out another cry. 

  Somehow your abusers of times past have claimed your tongue as their own. 

They’ve silenced you. They’ve silenced you and they’re not even here. They’ve silenced you and they haven’t paid for it yet. For your pain. For your suffering. For their sins. For their transgressions.

  You deserve better than this. You deserve more than this.  Words so easy to say. Words so hard to  mean . You can’t convince yourself of that message. You can’t promise yourself that you weren’t meant to be hurt. But that’s the thing. You don’t want to hurt. You don’t want to die. You don’t want this to be the end. You don’t want to choke. You don’t want to cry. You want to breathe. You want to smile. You want peace, not suffering. You want laughter, not anger. Your happiness, not sadness. But most of all?

  “Another deep breath in. We’ll be okay. I promise we’ll be okay.” 

  You hold your hands in his. He holds your hands in yours. You want him instead. 

  “I’ll do my best to protect you, I swear. So just breathe with me, alright?”

  You want him instead.

   It takes a couple of seconds, but you manage to nod your head, and you can almost  feel  the encouraging smile he offers you in exchange. Somewhere in the blurry mess of your vision, you’re able to see one of the only people to ever matter in your life. He speaks to you gently in this moment. He teaches you how to breathe in the same voice he sings to you in. You still feel like you’re dying. But the feeling is starting to ebb and flow with each word he says. With each breath he takes. Sometimes it’s there. Sometimes it’s not. Sometimes you’re afraid. Sometimes you’re not. Sometimes you’re happy. Sometimes angry. Sometimes you’re sad. Sometimes you’re a whole lot of things.

  But for now, you’re doing your best to breathe while Ramuda is doing his best to talk you down from the same bridge to hell that you’ve found him traversing on as often as you do. You’re still a lot of things right now. He’s still a lot of things too. But for now, you'll hold your hands in his. And he’ll hold your hands in yours. You have a long way to go to escape all of your pain. A long, long, long way. But if heaven is a place on earth for the two of you to witness?  Well…

  “Just breathe.”

  …you hope he sings you a song as the two of you drag each other along. 

  You hope more than anything. 

[routlandish]

LOOKING FOR FANFIC WRITERS

let’s write a hypmic fanfic together!!! i dont know how this works but if you want to write a hypmic fanfic together lets do it!!! we can figure it out together please im so desperate to meet new hypmic fans

message me if you want to write something together :3

im down for anything honestly

[simplyliddol]

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Summary: When Ramuda was first created, they ran many experiments on him. Experiments that caused unfortunate side effects. Experiments that he wished he could forget about. Unfortunately, even years later, one particular side effect came back to haunt him.

Or Ramuda very rarely experiences atonic seizures (One-shot)

Characters: Ramuda Amemura, Samatoki Aohitsugi, Ichiro Yamada, Jiro Yamada, Saburo Yamada, Jakurai Jinguji

tw: vomiting, mild descriptions of blood, mild injury, possible medical inaccuracies

“Guysss! I’m bored! Let’s go out and do something fun!”

“But we are doing something. It’s called relaxing, Raumda. You should try it, see how it works out for you.” Samatoki grumbled, leaning deeper into the couch.

Ramuda bounced over to one of the vacant seats and dramatically collapsed onto his back, heaving a loud sigh.

“Ahh, but where’s the fun in that?” The fashion designer whined, crossing his arms tightly across his chest.

“Now Amemura, we’re all exhausted after the tournament, not to mention the large celebration we just had.” Jakurai smiled fondly at the smaller man's feigned melodrama.

“Yeah!” Ichiro chimed in, seated in between both of his younger brothers, “Today was a busy day for all of us! We should try to take it chill for the rest of the night.”

“I guess you have a point…” Ramuda sulked.

The rappers – aside from Samatoki who had likely fallen asleep – partook in idle conversation, reminiscing over the matches that day and any memorable instances they had.

“–and then, we drove back like nothing ever happened!” Ramuda burst into a fit of boisterous laughter, the others joining in briefly, still somewhat fond of the shorter man’s contagious joy despite tension of the past.

“Fling Posse seems to be working out well for you, Ramuda.” Ichiro said, smiling.

Ramuda had always intrigued Ichiro and his brothers. Back in their TDD days, the fashion designer had inadvertently developed a sort of “fun uncle” disposition towards Saburo and Jiro, single handedly filling the gaping hole left behind by their lowlife of a father. Even if the group had disbanded and parted ways, it was always enjoyable to see his friends’ over-the-top positivity and energy.

“Hehe~ They sure are great, huh!” Ramuda smiled back, pulling another lolli out of his pocket and skillfully unwrapping it.

“You know, your teeth are going to fall out with how much candy you eat every day.” Jakurai grumbled, wrinkling his nose at the amount of sugar Ramuda must ingest in a single day.

“Not before yours do first, old man!” Ramuda’s cheerful smile morphed into a devilish smirk, finding enjoyment at pushing and prodding at the doctors’ sensitive buttons.

The two batted harmless insults at each other, fascinating the onlookers, especially Jiro and Saburo, who had never seen such a rebellion from Ramuda’s usual cheery antics.

At that moment, as Ramuda leaned forward from his seat on the couch to sneer at Jakurai, he halted mid sentence, his eyes gaining a distant look. Jakurai, ever the quick-thinker, recognized the unfocused gaze, but before he could react properly, Ramuda’s head dropped and his body tilted forward into the wooden coffee table.

“Ramuda!!”

A loud thud filled the previously pleasant atmosphere with dread as Jakurai rushed towards the unconscious form on the floor.

Samatoki had been startled awake from the ruckus, rapidly blinking the lingering sleep from his eyes.

“What happened!?” He asked, shooting up from his resting position.

Jakurai was almost at a loss as Ramuda had been acting entirely normal – as normal as Ramuda could at least – until that very moment. However, noting Ramuda’s weakened, occasionally twitching limbs, drooping eyelids, and, of course, how abruptly he dropped, the skilled doctor deduced the smaller man was likely experiencing an atonic seizure (that is, if clones are even susceptible to having seizure disorders).

Nonetheless, he made a mental note to time it, while pushing the offending coffee table away from Ramuda’s body should he unwillingly jerk his head into one of the legs by accident. Jakurai noticed blood leaking rapidly from the head wound sustained against the hardwood table, quickly staining the carpet beneath Ramuda.

“Ichiro, get me all of your rags, the cleanest ones you can find. I need to stem the bleeding.” Jakurai shuffled off his white jacket, bundling it up and pressing it against Ramuda’s wounded temple. “Do you have a first aid kit?” Ichiro nodded and hurried to retrieve the needed items.

Ramuda should be coming out of it soon as atonic seizures typically last around 15 seconds, though not being human adds an unknown variable to the situation.

“Saburo, can you call for his teammates to come over? I feel it’s necessary to inform them of the situation.” Jakurai said as Ichiro returned with clean rags and a first aid kit, replacing the bloodied jacket. Fortunately, it didn’t look like Ramuda needed any stitches for the contusion. Head wounds almost always look worse than they are.

Saburo nodded at his request, pulling his phone out, “Is he gonna be ok?” He asked, worried for the older man.

“He should be just fine.” Jakurai nodded with a gentle smile to ease the youngest of the group. “It appears he had a minor seizure. He should be coming to in a moment.”

Though he wished he could fathom just why this occurred so suddenly. In all of his years of knowing him, Ramuda had never had seizures or displayed symptoms of epilepsy.

“A seizure?” Samatoki furrowed his eyebrows. “Amemura doesn’t get seizures.”

“Yeah, he’s never mentioned having any health problems either.” Jiro chimed in.

“I have to admit, I am as surprised as you all.” The doctor sighed. He felt Ramuda shift under his hand, groaning softly.

Jakurai removed the sullied rags as the bleeding had finally stopped, just barely beading up around the edges.

“Amemura.” Jakurai started slowly, catching the pink haired man’s delayed attention who made no move to get up. “You’ve just had a seizure and injured your head.”

Ramuda blinked sluggishly at that, feeling soreness stem from the base of his neck, likely from the whiplash of diving headfirst into solid wood.

“Wha…?” He groaned again, his brain feeling foggy. “A seizure…?” His heart felt cold for a moment at the implications of what that could mean for him and faintly remembered his time in the lab.

Pushing aside that thought for a moment, Ramuda struggled to place his legs underneath him, pushing himself up on wobbly arms with Jakurai’s assistance. He slowly made his way to a seated position on the couch, heavily leaning back. Now properly aligned, Jakurai was able to bandage Ramuda’s wound and helped clean his face from the remaining dried blood on his cheek and tangled in his hair.

While he worked, he made sure Ramuda didn’t sustain a concussion as well which, unfortunately, seemed to be the case.

The others looked on in worry – or in Samatoki’s case, apparent frustration – as Jakurai tended to his new patient. They had never seen the younger man in such a vulnerable state, so confused and helpless.

Saburo had called Yumeno Gentaro and briefly explained the situation. He promised that himself and Dice would be arriving as soon as possible.

Ramuda’s face suddenly turned green, alerting the onlookers of what was clearly about to take place. He slapped a hand over his mouth and pushed himself up. Luckily, a bin was shoved into his lap just as he lost the battle against the intense onslaught of nausea. Ramuda choked on the burning acid and remnants of the previous celebratory dinner, completely emptying his stomach into the trash bin. He felt hands – likely Jakurai’s – pull his pink hair from his face and smaller hands rub soothing circles into his back.

Tears burned his eyes, mostly from embarrassment but also because of the sheer pain the act of throwing up could cause, exasperating his head wound and intensifying his dizziness.

Alongside his eyes, Ramuda felt his chest burn too but for a much different reason. A familiar feeling usually accompanied by a bloody coughing fit. He noticed specks of blood littering the mess in the container he held tightly onto.

Haphazardly putting down the bin, Ramuda aimlessly grappled for the lollipop he had previously unwrapped, though it had likely found its new home on the floor. Instead, he opted to open a new one, pulling his lifesaver from his right jacket pocket and clumsily fumbling with the wrapper.

Just as he had managed to get it unwrapped, Jakurai gently grabbed his hand. Ramuda’s gaze shot up to meet the doctor’s, silently pleading with him to let go. He tasted iron on his tongue.

“Please…” Ramuda choked out quietly.

Jakurai opened his mouth to chide the man child for thinking about candy during such an inappropriate circumstance; however, Ramuda’s eyes told a different story. The desperation was apparent from the crack in his voice and the faint shimmer in his eyes. He hesitantly let go, trusting his former teammate.

Ramuda visibly relaxed, shoving the candy in between his teeth with a ‘click’. The flavor instantly washed away the acid and blood taste from his tongue while the burning in his chest subsided.

“Amemura, how are you feeling now?” Jakurai asked.

“A little dizzy. And tired.” Ramuda gruffly admitted, not usually one to expose his feelings. However, the seriousness of the current circumstance seemed to tame his ego.

“Have you had seizures before? Or take any prescription medication?” The doctor questioned.

“Actually… I have had one before. A really long time ago, back when I was…younger. But I haven’t had another one since just now, and I’ve never been medicated for it.” Ramuda didn’t enjoy thinking back to the ‘lab days’ when he was first created. He had experienced the seizure as a bad side effect during one of their ‘sessions’. The memory itself was still fuzzy, but he was still aware it had occurred.

“It may be wise to monitor you for a few days. Seizures like this are very dangerous should you suddenly drop, especially if you are standing.”

“I agree with the doc on that one.” Ichiro spoke up for the first time, reminding Jakurai and Ramuda of the group's presence.

“Whaaaa? I-It’s no big deal, you guys!” Ramuda forced some energy into his words, attempting and failing to sound reassuring. “It was probably just like… a one-time thing… or something.” Jakurai stared, unimpressed at the ridiculous theory.

“At the very least seek medication. It’d be very unfortunate should you collapse during a performance and be disqualified.” The medical professional reasoned. Ramuda donned a thoughtful expression as he genuinely contemplated the advice.

After a moment of being lost in thought, he came to the painful conclusion that the old man was… right. Even if there was a chance that the medication wouldn’t work on an artificial lifeform, there wasn’t much else he could do.

“Fine…” He pouted childishly, crossing his arms tightly across his chest and looking away from Jakurai.

They all ended up helping to clean up the mess as the overall tension in the air finally started to lift. Meanwhile, Jakurai, who deemed himself Ramuda’s personal doctor, discussed the procedure to start medication. Ramuda, of course, was disgruntled, half listening to his new primary doctor. Soon after, Gentaro and Dice showed up, practically barging into the door to see if their leader was good and well. Jakurai gladly explained the situation in more detail as well as gave them symptoms in Ramuda to look out for.

Despite past grievances held among each other, the group of rappers found it possible to push all of the drama aside and aid the beloved fashion designer.

Maybe being ‘human’ wasn’t so bad after all.

[ramudamemura]

the second thing i wrote for ramuda week even though it’s technically for the day 1 prompt!! warning for they don’t like explicitly fuck or anything but it’s def a little. um. but i’m a little less nervous to post this one bc like. idk maybe bc it’s borderline smut so it’s less like prose heavy ??

anyway read it right now. /lh

[modern-oedipus]

Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you all are amazing. ❤️ I am going to update Conflict today as I promised! I need to skim through to chapter and change the ending, so I will put some time aside for it.

It's a busy day so I don't know when I can get to it (trust me, I'd rather do it first but I have an exam and a work assignment and a date and a meeting and a cosplay photoshoot), but I definitely will. I am so excited and proud to the fact that I can actually stick through my update-deadlines for second time in a row in 2024. 🙏🏻✨

The next-next update will be on March 21st, Norman's birthday! 🎂 And after that, I think we run out of special-dates so I could maybe check which TPN character has a birthday in which month and post on their birthdays. If not, maybe the birthdays of the mangaka or voice actors. 😂 And of course, July 1st.

I know these deadlines are artificial and I don't have to stick to them, but if there is one thing I learned in the recent years, it's the fact that external validation/dates can only go so far. If I want to actually work on my dreams, I have to take the control and make my own deadlines. I am a bubbly person by nature either ways so it feels so much more fun to set internal deadlines for external special days feels like the perfect balance for me. So much more motivating to update on Valentine's Day than just a random wednesday, so!

じんぜいおたのしましょ、おねえっさんたち！

And of course.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAMUDA!!!! Love of my life, my kin, my everything.

[fu-ying]

WHY! In every HypMic fic in Amemura Ramuda/Jinguji Jakurai, Ramuda is always dying and blood. Did i miss something.. (my life)

[yukifics]

For the third day of #ramudaweek2023, a ramuichi fic about painting and cosplay and the mixture of them! Read it here:

Day 3: Flashy and Colorful (🍭1️⃣)

[partyofwords]

Masterlist

Series = 🎆 / Reaction = 🛍 / Drabble = 🎀 / AU = 🧞‍♀️ / Song = 🍧 / Prompt = 🍭 / Word = 🍬 / Fluff = 💝 / Angst = 💓 / Suggestive = 🐙 / Unusual = 🐷 / Favorite = 🪷

Buster Bros!!!:

Ichiro Yamada:

Older Sister Yamada 🎀💝🪷

I’m Not Afraid of You 💝💓🪷

Jiro Yamada:

How to Give a First Kiss 💝

Saburo Yamada:

Bake a Cake 🎀💝

Just Besties 🎀💝

Mad Trigger Crew:

Samatoki Aohitsugi:

Only Soft for You 🎀💝🪷

Babysitting Bad Boy 🎀💝🪷

Jyuto Iruma:

Beach Vacation 🎀💝🪷

Rio Mason Busujima:

Radar Love 🍧💝

Fling Posse:

Ramuda Amemura:

Making Out with Ramuda Amemura 🎀💝🪷

Gentaro Yumeno:

Dice Arisugawa:

11:01 PM 💝🐙🪷

Crash 🎀🍬💝💓

Matenrou:

Jakurai Jinguji:

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[saintgautier]

mystery | ramugen

Sure, Ramuda looks innocent with his cute demeanor and his candy pink hair, bright blue eyes and spontaneous outfits. But Gentaro knows a devil when he sees one. Many of the antagonists he's penned about compare not to Ramuda, however. It makes the novelist uneasy when Ramuda giggles in such a sickeningly sweet pitch, and when he leans up against Gentaro singing his name, "Gen-pyooon~!" whenever he needs something.

It's not that Gentaro distrusts Ramuda or finds him suspicious. Okay, perhaps that in itself is a lie - Ramuda is very suspicious. As an ex-member of The Dirty Dawg, of course his past is shrouded with mystery. And when Gentaro attempted to do some digging of his own, Ramuda had pulled him aside, using his sickeningly sweet voice laced with honey, asking to speak with Gentaro alone "for a mo", as he put it.

And after that last confrontation, Gentaro had decided it's best to keep his hands to himself - there is no point in dirtying his hands for the sake of discovery. Maybe it's too early to begin his search for clues as to who Ramuda truly is, what he is hiding behind that cutesy smile and cheery laugh.

Gentaro has had many sleepless nights ever since Ramuda pulled him to the side. "You're not so innocent yourself, Gentaro," the shorter male had said, circling Gentaro like a shark in deep water. "Don't play little word games with me. Save it for the next division battle." When his octaves dropped, Gentaro couldn't get that dark stare out of his head.

Ramuda, Shibuya's cutest fashion designer with pretty candy pink hair and joyous baby blue eyes, is the most mysterious person Gentaro has ever met - and Gentaro has spoken with and written about very strange people. Perhaps Ramuda will star in his next novel.

[daiescapism]

she/they ✿⁠ asian ✿⁠ 21+ ✿⁠ aries ✿⁠ infp

(p.) just a random small town girl. someone that really love to read fanfictions rather than touch her piles of novels. animanga/manhwa/manhua enjoyer ;)

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current interest!

🎤 hypnosis microphone; amemura ramuda, aohitsugi samatoki, amaguni hitoya.

🎴 tokyo revengers; matsuno chifuyu, mitsuya takashi, kakucho, kokonoi hajime, inui seishu.

⚽ blue lock; isagi yoichi, kurona ranze, itoshi rin, mikage reo, hiori yo, bachira meguru, karasu tabito.

🪄 jujutsu kaisen; gojo satoru, choso, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, mei mei, nanami kento, mahito.

etc; moriarty the patriot • 86 • noragami • chainsaw man • given • tsurune • bakuten • sasamiya • watakon • mahou yome • jigokuraku • sousou no frieren • kusuriya no hitorigoto • etc

🎮 tears of themis; marius von hagen • path to nowhere; shalom, oak casket, donald, bai yi main • genshin; xiao, kaeya, hutao main.

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please, do not interact with me if you're;

🚩 homophobic · racist · lgbtq-phobic · fandom police · spead hate to peoples and to a character(s) · love fanwar

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for everyone who reads this, just wanna say that no matter what people says just remember that you've done a great job, you are amazing, pretty, you lifes and dreams matter ❣️

thank you for surviving until now! 💓

[blue-thief]

answer under the cut!

the autocratic prime minister's son, dice, becomes a homeless gambler - TRUE! the kanji for his name is "帝統" (daisu), but every official source translates his name as "dice"

shinjuku's highest-earning host has intense trauma-based gynophobia - TRUE! izanami hifumi earns an average of 12 345 600 yen every month while working at the "fragrance" host club. he has to wear a special jacket in order to suppress his fear of women at work.

bungee jumping = special rap training - TRUE! "to develop courage! an undaunted mind is very important for rap battles." - amemura ramuda (though he does admit that his special training programs were an excuse to hang out with his mentee)

cop says "fuck the police" when he's the kind of police who should be fucked - TRUE! (happens at 1:08) https://youtu.be/Sr0--MTH6mk?si=IDH-f9gmYvARKdDi

govt puts author in a coma. his brother steals his identity and pronouns - TRUE! the true yumeno gentaro's brother stole his name and uses gentaro's personal pronouns "小生" (shousei) which is an old-fashioned and slightly self-deprecating way of referring to one's self.

half-white ex-military man lives in the woods and eats bats - TRUE! he catches and cooks his own food. almost everyone else has a violent reaction to his cooking.

monk who mastered an ascetic life at 14 has piercings, hair dye, and pronouns - TRUE! his name is harai kuko. he has broken many other rules for buddhist monks. the pronouns he uses are "拙僧" (sessō), exclusively used by buddhist monks

the reigning DRB champions roleplayed as cats while trafficking drugs - TRUE! they accepted the job without knowing all the details, but they knew there was a good chance they were trafficking drugs. one of them compares the situation to schrodinger's cat which spirals into roleplaying as cats.

you can buy hypmic-branded rice. the rice grows while listening hypmic music - TRUE! i need it.

former assassin starts a pro bono law firm - FALSE! the former assassin becomes a doctor. his childhood best friend is the one who starts a pro bono law firm.

there is canon self-insert fanfiction about the reigning DRB champions - TRUE! one of the groups' songs is based on one of these fanfictions. one of the members is the one who writes these fanfictions (he's the guy who stole his author brother's identity)

reblogs are strongly encouraged!

*division rap battle

[ramudamemura]

i’ve actually been a lot more confident w my writing lately and a lot of my stuff isn’t anonymous anymore!! i do still get anxious but like it’s gotten a lot better soooo i’m gonna start linking stuff here

so!!!! you should totally read the first thing i wrote for ramuda week 🫶 but if anyone says anything mean i’ll never post anything again 😁😁😁😁

[modern-oedipus]

I was writing a JakuRamu fic after 7 months of procrasinating and I forgot the word immature and I instead said unadultly

I have never felt more JakuRamu in my life ever