#doppo kannonzaka rp

[stressedberserker]

This is a promo for the seriously overworked, chronically tired MC Doppo Kannonzaka from Hypnosis Microphone. He likes treats, fluffy blankets, and potted plants if you have any to spare. Come by his flat to drop anything off and he will be plenty grateful when he gets back home!

Multi-muse, multi-fandom, and canon friendly RP blog. Feel free to drop an ask anytime!

@stressedberserker

Sideblog of @hollowghouluta

[nepenthe-moved]

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ DOPPO KANNONZAKA HAS BEEN ACCEPTED INTO NEPENTHE.

[hollowghouluta]

I've been creating many more RP side blogs now so I wanted to list them here for the sake of convenience. This is the main account for all of those, and I'll probably be adding to this list later as I have many more ideas for characters I want to write.

V from Devil May Cry 5 @symphonicreminiscence

Towa from Slow Damage @sharpedgeslikeglass (18+ mun and muse interaction only!)

Doppo Kannonzaka from Hypnosis Microphone @stressedberserker

Mao from Disgaea 3 @experimentalhydrolysismachine (18+ mun and mus interaction only!)

[shouga-nai]

『 Permanent starter call for Doppo Kannonzaka 👔 』

     Dossier || Verses

[ethereal-galaxies]

Night Train Station (Open Starter)

open to m/f - please check guidelines (mobile: please find links on the about me section of my profile).

Location: Shinjuku Train Station

The red head looked up from his flip phone half asleep as he waited for the night train. The time allowed him a laughable sum of hours left with barely enough to go home and sleep and repeat the cycle after returning to work the next day. He wished, no, he begged for a way out... 

It was the same as always, this... repetitive dismay. The mental strain, the feeling that his heart and breath being strangled, his body falling and falling with no seeming end. He opened up his contact list, but as his shaky index finger hovered over the button selected on the familiar name, he hesitated. It was too late, if he bothered Jakurai-Sensei at this hour, no, he’s already bombarded him enough the past week and he probably had other more important matters to take care of. He closed the phone covered his hands into his face. 

He wanted nothing more than to run. To take off and abandon all of his responsibilities. Burrowing his face into his hands further, his fingers tightened around his face and his foot tapped the ground repeatedly following short breaths pressing out of his choked lungs.

[shutyourjessup]

*strums guitar*

Someone pls RP HypMic with me. Wanna do a Hifumi and Doppo RP. Pls. There’s only like ten of us around here

[yoonkibear]

anyone interested in joining a hypmic rp server on discord?

we're looking for a ramuda and a hifumi.

message me on here (:

[alocalpsychofromshinjuku]

Unreasonable Request: Denied

Hello and welcome to my indie Doppo Kannonzaka RP blog. If you’re up for dealing with this overworked salaryman and the shenanigans that happens around him then here is for you. This blog is being built slowly but surely so please bear with me as I’m building pages.

Speaking of those:

Rules Profile Verses

[mel-olo]

Dohifu Mermaid AU fic

Hypmic | Dohifu | Mermaid AU | RP turned into Fic | chapter 1 - 5017 wc

this love, deep like an ocean

For Kannonzaka Doppo, life itself might as well be a curse. There's not a whole lot to live for, except, maybe for the cute merman that washes up on the beach.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21461314/chapters/51144844

Hi everyone!! Me and my friend Jem started working on our hypmic fic~ We started rping it back in march so it's exciting to finally show it to everyone else! Comments will be supersuper appreciated so we know what you think!! Thanks a lot for the support!!  ✿✿✿

[coueture-a]

akira/aki . jpn/mex . 20 . he/him . eng/esp/jpn . twitter . EST . 16 .11 . 18 . REMADE . 5 . 6 . 19 .

prev . @/DEPOSSE .

( i have bad memory by the way so i’m very forgetful  &  sometimes forget stuff i’ve read when it comes to rules . i don’t do it on purpose , HONEST , BUT IF A MISUNDERSTANDING HAPPENS PLEASE TELL ME SO I CAN FIX MY MISTAKE . )

I . ANYWAY ! THIS BLOG IS HIGHLY SELECTIVE  & PRIVATE . if i followed you then that means i’m up to interact whenever ! hell , shoot me an IM or something and we’ll get down to business , i don’t bite ! if you want to conjure up some kinda pre-established relationship then by all means , run it by me ! i’m super up for it . all i ask is that we’re mutuals before you head my way , this site is supposed to be a safe space for me  & i don’t want non-mutuals to interact with me .sorry but i’m not obligated to speak to anyone . also ! i don’t send in passwords .

II . nsfw content can pop up because ramuda is of age . ( 24 . ) it’s highly unlikely i’ll ever actually rp smut or anything because i don’t find it worthwhile but i will occasionally talk about nsfw stuff  &  post nsfw headcanons . don’t worry , it’ll be tagged .

III . if you want to continue a thread that stems from an ask please make a new post  & tag me in it ! if you reblog the ask itself  & add onto it i’ll just ignore it , whether i’ve seen it or not . i’m sorry but it just looks ugly as shit like that  & it’s easy to just make a new post anyway .

IV . for the love of GOD softblock me if you unfollow me . i don’t know how many times i gotta fucking tell people this ; i’m going to unfollow you anyway but i don’t see how fucking hard it is to just softblock , it literally takes one whole goddamn minute .

V . don’t interact with me if you’re a nasty ass person, ( HOMOPHOBIC , TRANSPHOBIC , RACIST , THINK GENDERBENDING IS OKAY , ETC . ) i’ll straight up tell you to fuck off . i stopped being friends with a lot of people on here after being notified that they were either racist or transphobic . also get the fuck away from me if you are unironically , ’ ANTI SJW . ’ go be a crackhead elsewhere , preferably a million miles away from me .

VI . it’d be best if you tagged any gore things related to eyes , seeing things involving eye horror just makes my eyes pulse for some reason  & gives me migraines that hurt enough to make me cry  & since i can’t take painkillers for such a thing because they could literally kill me at this point , i’d rather avoid that , you can either tag it as EYE HORROR or  AKIRA DON’T LOOK ! i’d appreciate the HELL out of you if you did . if you don’t tag that i’ll unfollow you on the spot , i’m sorry but i REALLY need that shit tagged for my health , when something isn’t hurting something else is  & i’m already sickly enough as it is . ( ALSO , TAG ALL MENTIONS OF ANYTHING HOMESTUCK RELATED . I DON’T WANT TO SEE THAT SHIT . IN TURN I’LL TAG EVERYTHING  &  WILL TAG ANYTHING YOU NEED IF IT DOESN’T FIT INTO THE TRIGGERS PEOPLE USUALLY TAG . )

VII . i’m multi - ship for the most part but the ship i have with nikita’s DOPPO KANNONZAKA @/DETENROU will be the ship i allude to by default .

VIII . this blog is low activity because for one , i’m lazy as shit &  have a job , two , i get constant migraines  & have to sleep them off so i don’t resort to painkillers & three , i get on  & do things when i feel like it . if i’m not on here then i’m on discord so if you want that just tell me ! i’d be happy to give it to you ! but keep in mind that i’m an annoying rat  & talk too much sometimes .

IX . if you have a problem with me , tell me , i have anger issues  & seeing people vague about me will make me confrontational . if you can’t tell me something  & it’s petty then keep it to yourself . it’s as simple as that .

X . last but not least , please give me a bit to follow back ! i hardly check my followers , if at all  & most of the time i only follow back immediately if i was online at the time  & see a notification pop up on my dash that you followed me . i’m more likely to follow back blogs belonging to fandoms i know ( BNHA , DEATH NOTE , ETC . ) or ocs i find interesting ! if i don’t follow back &  it’s been a while i’m really sorry but the fandom your muse is from either makes me uncomfortable or i just couldn’t see our muses clicking together for whatever reason . NO HARD FEELINGS .

there’s no hidden password so if you’ve made it this far . thank you so much ! ( EVEN THOUGH IT SHOULD BE COMMON COURTESY TO READ PEOPLE’S RULES BUT I DIGRESS . )

[stressedberserker]

I think I have gained a fan recently.

The other day Doppo had received a black square box on his desk addressed to him with the symbol for Mantenrou stamped on it. He had a bunch of papers in his hands that had stacked up all the way up to his chin from several other employees. Almost squishing the box he had noticed the white lettering in his peripheral vision which caused him to spill all of the paperwork onto the floor in an effort not to damage it.

Sighing as he turned for a moment to look at the box. Honestly, it could have been a prank someone in the office decided to play. He thought he probably shouldn’t have been as careless as he was, but he couldn’t ignore something so out of the ordinary.

Curiosity got the better of him as he unraveled the white bow.  Opening the lid the scent of well-seasoned meat caused tears to well up in the corners of his eyes. It was a bento with marbled meats, steaming rice, and dewy greens. Truly a sight to behold in such a dreary place. So much so that one of his coworkers came over to check it out.

“Hey, Doppo, since when did you have the time to get a girlfriend?”

Blushing furiously, he scrambled to shut the lid, missing the top several times before he could close it “It-It’s nothing like that! I don’t know who left this for me…” he stammered.

“Well, whoever it’s from you should thank them. That’s some really high quality beef you’ve got there. Certainly more expensive than anyone around here’s salary could afford.”

He was right. There’s no way someone at the office would spend the money it took to make this. Maybe it was Hifumi who decided to do something different for a change… But normally if Hifumi had the time he would just cook for Doppo. And it wasn’t normally something this extravagant. Something else to consider was the stamp on the front. Hifumi wouldn’t do that…

“Kannonzaka, Pick up those papers!” an angered, masculine voice came from across the room.

Gasping as if he had been shocked with a hot wire, Doppo hurried to do as he was told, sliding the papers into a pile and putting them on his already disheveled desk bit by bit. It reminded him that despite the most kind reprieve, Doppo would have to find time to actually eat it. Time that he really didn’t have.

Among the papers, Doppo found a rectangular card that was outlined with a black border. Looking it over, he soon realized it was from the person who had made the bento.

This is to help keep your strength up. I believe in you! 

He flipped the card over, but didn’t see a name. This could be someone who either didn’t want to be named, or someone that could have done something bad to the food and didn’t want evidence against them. 

What kept eating at the office worker was why would someone go that much out of their way for him? Barely anyone who knew Matenrou even recognized Doppo as part of the team. Why would that change now? And why did they think that he was deserving of something so grandiose as a meal that expensive and go even more out of their way to have it delivered?

It looked so good though. And smelled even better.

The worst thing was how it reminded him that he hadn’t eaten anything today. This made his stomach lurch unpleasantly loud. Thankfully, it didn’t look like anyone was really paying enough attention to him to notice the embarrassing sounds coming from his stomach.

But maybe that could be a good excuse. Looking at the time, it was about 4:00 PM meaning it was about to be time for most people to leave. Except for him, of course. If he could just hold off for another few hours he could eat it in peace. No one to look enviously over his shoulder. And most importantly, no one to yell at him for neglecting his work.

Just a few more hours of torture to be able to be able to indulge in reprieve.

[ethereal-galaxies]

open to m/f - please check guidelines (mobile: please find links on the about me section of my profile).

“I’m so sorry! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you. It was all my fault, um, I’m sorry!” 

The red head bowed several times after each sorry and his voice trembled just a bit more each time. Dark shadows kissed the weary bags under his eyes. In the 3 a.m. moonlight, he almost appeared to be a skeleton. Frankly, he didn’t expect anyone to be out this late... but it wasn’t the first time he had run into someone in this area.

[ethereal-galaxies]

OPEN STARTER /// DOPPO KANNONZAKA // the evening rooftop;; Open to M/F canon or OC/non-mutuals/mutuals welcome.

In the midst of the city, there aren’t many places one can go to escape. Whether or not the other was coming up for this reason, there was standing a man dressed in clothing suited for a salaryman. He did not quite notice the other approach near him as his eyes were still looking up and set on the sunset sky. As the atmospheric blue haze faded, stars awoke behind their cover, and reflected against his apple-red hair and his deep mint-green eyes. 

The breeze was heavy, but he didn’t shift. Instead, he breathed deeply in as it embraced him following a deep breath out as it passed him. He repeated this, feeling the relief of nature he so desperately craved. His tired eyes closed for these passing moments but as the footsteps of the other grew closer and the presence of someone behind him was finally noticed, he turned to look over his shoulder. 

His tired eyes were almost enough of a question, but still he spoke, “What is it?” Assuming the person was about to talk to him.

[ethereal-galaxies]

Doppo Kannonzaka Starter

Open to M/F muns and characters! Please introduce yourself if you respond to this starter! Thank you! ^-^ SFW Only. For more info check my guidelines.

Obviously weary from the long hours and constant work, Doppo pushed himself away from his desk and back into his chair. If someone looked over, that person would be able to tell just how tired the overworked man was and would most probably relate to his physical --- and mental state.

No time for friends, no time for rest, only work. Work five days a week, eight hours a day and sometimes more - not to mention - with little sleep. Half the time, he barely pays attention to anything else around him. Not that anyone ever bothers to wish him a good day or even acknowledges his existence unless it is merely for the purpose of piling on their own share of work onto him. What else was he good for? Was his life merely meant to run as if he were a machine?

What time is it anyway? 

Doppo looked back down at the right hand corner of his screen. 

[8:24 PM]

[ethereal-galaxies]

No words, just a frustrated, worried, thunderous YELP from the rooftop. He clenched onto the fence there, practically out of breath just from running the last bit of energy to do that. 

He felt his hands loosen their grip and his shoulders slumping forward against it. Red hair passed through the openings. He didn’t want to think or say anything, he just stood there under the moonlight as the metal left diamond imprints in his forehead and cheeks. 

Doppo Kannonzaka was just so tired...

[ethereal-galaxies]

Open (M/F) Doppo Kannonzaka; Hypnosis Mic Starter

“I’m hooome....” 

It was a dreary greeting as the man shuffled off his shoes and tiredly rubbed his eyes and opened the door into the main living room. His friend might already be out for the evening, but he still felt inclined to say it all the same. “Well, I guess I’ll heat some food or something...” He turned on the light and mulled over to the kitchen, setting his briefcase, his lanyard, and the overcoat of his suit onto the floor next to the couch. He stretched his arms into the air sleepily and went into the kitchen behind the bar counter. Upon opening up the fridge, he noticed onigiri already prepared for him. “Ah, Hifumi, you didn’t have to make me something again...” He sighed, a bit stressed that his friend kept going these lengths for him. He smiled and pulled the covered plate out and grabbed a beer from the door of the fridge. 

Nudging the door closed with his elbow, he then made his way back over to the table and turned the tv on while he ate on the couch. The door of his home, whether it didn’t shut entirely on accident or forgotten in his tired state, was left a crack open down the hall out of sight for him to see.