#hypnosis mic open rp

[golden-rose-of-shinjuku]

Dreams aren’t forever

“Hifumi knew the life of a Host wasn’t what he always dreamed of.. somedays, the customers were less than pleasant. Some followed him home. Others did worse. But you.. you were different. You changed things for him... Maybe this dream won’t last forever. The fiery spark you two share will burn brighter than ever before fading. Are you in?” Hifumi (any ship) roleplay, open to first come first serve! Please reblog or DM to start. 

[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.

[bbichiroyamada]

TDD Starter (Open RP)

Life was... a lot right now. It wasn't all horrible or anything. But definitely, a lot. That was the best way Ichiro could think to describe it. He was a member of a group with powerful hypnosis mic users, The Dirty Dawg and they were skyrocketing in popularity and success. It shouldn't be all that shocking. Every person in their group had unique and formidable abilities when it came to their rap. Still, it felt like it was somehow a mistake that he himself had been inducted in with them. He had his own strength and conviction, it was just that everyone else seemed leagues above him. Especially Samatoki Sama. Watching him battle was wild. Battling along side him? Something even more so. The Yakuza intimidating and no one to take lightly, but Ichiro had become attached and saw him completely differently. No, the younger rapper had come to idolize the other man and followed his advice and orders pretty closely with admiration. It was confusing how Samatoki had the patience to keep him around so frequently and yet the man had started inviting him out and even over to his home. It was because of this that a new problem had arisen. Nothing seemed to get past Samatoki. If Ichiro wanted to keep something to himself or maybe bend the truth a little, it was near impossible. The man saw right through him.

This shouldn't be a huge issue. Ichiro wasn't one to lie much anyways, let alone to Samatoki. But lately the group had been on such a roll that between the back to back battles, his work, and the assholes occasionally showed up to challenge him...he was becoming drained. Exhausted and worn down. And that...was something he didn't want anyone to see. He didn't want anyone to worry, or worse, show pity. He was already the group's youngest member and found it difficult to be taken seriously at times. No. He could handle this shit on his own. He would power through it and just...take things in stride.

But doing that...was difficult. Difficult when one of the members was so very good at seeing right through him. Because of this, Ichiro had taken to avoiding the Yakuza. Not completely, but declining to go out when he normally would accept, leaving earlier then the rest...just little things. Little things that piled up. It was alright though, right? After all, he just need to hold out a bit longer until he could get a hold of himself. Let his body....adapt. Of course he wasn't sure how to do that.

[we-justhere]

Oops pt. 2 but not like you’re thinking

Before I get into this, I just want to make it clear that I am very bad at commitment. I’m not good at doing things every day, either because I forget to or lose motivation, and almost as soon as I promised to post things I fell into a bout of ‘sadness’, no further details needed. I have requests that I will fill, you have been heard, but until then. 

I did a rp with @the-elusive-libbin and she gave me permission to post it. Granted there’s demand there might be a second part, but I’m posting this now because it’s starvation and the second half would be stuffing. I don’t want to subject you to it if that’s not what you’re here for, I understand. This is @the-elusive-libbin‘s own self-insert and Jakurai Jinguji of  Hypnosis Mic: Division Rap Battle. Let me know if you enjoy it. 

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Exhaustion and fatigue was something Jakurai was sort of used to. He had a high stress job that squeezed the energy out of him throughout the day, and often he would be able to be just fine until he got home and he would instantly collapse after getting at least a few mouthfuls of food into his belly. But that was all granted things went sort of well.

Everything needed his attention today, and emergency after emergency forced him to go in and out of rooms without being able to even think between moments. He lost track of time and didn't exactly desire to check, but before he knew it he was stopped and told to take his lunch.

He probably did need to eat. He definitely needed to eat, but by then he was already full of adrenaline and had patients to take care of. He brushed off his breaks and his lunches and kept working, not yet feeling any sort of hunger or exhaustion. He wasn't worried about it yet.

He actually didn't have to worry about it for a long time and his body was patient enough to keep him going until his last patient. All of a sudden his body started slowing down and it took that much more effort to keep his eyes open and stay awake. He fought with his body on it for as long as he could until he was free to go, at which point he went right to his desk and fell asleep.

It wasn't as much of a 'I'm going to take a nap', it was more of a 'I'm going to collapse in the middle of work if I don't sleep'. Either way, he was completely blacked out.

Lily started down the miraculously clean corridor towards the doctor’s office. Sterile white walls surrounded her as she walked, a maze of monotonous barriers that all seemed to connect to everywhere and nowhere all at the same time. Lily knew her route and hardly even had to think about where she was going or which direction to take, she had grown accustomed to it all through work.

The doctor was her higher up, that was all too true and she worked mostly for him as his nurse and organizer, in fact it was rare that she ever worked for another doctor within the practice; but today was different. She had hardly seen the long haired man with his ever present bags under his eyes and his white coat today aside from one point mid day where she had reminded him of his break, during a fleeting moment where the two passed by one another in a corridor. It had been way too busy to breathe, let alone chat and so the nurse thought it best to save discussing future plans with the older male until after the rush. The rush passed and the doctor was still MIA.

Lily approached a large, grey door that sported a miniature, frosted glass window and a small, golden nameplate. ‘Jinguji Jakurai Sensei.’ It stated in bold, black lettering. Perhaps the nurse had thought it best to check the doctor’s office last? In theory it should have been the first place she concluded to find the target. With a sigh at her own thought process, she turned the handle and entered the room What she saw left her slightly in awe. The doctor was sat at his desk, seemingly passed out, his long hair draped across the surface as his folded arms cradled his sleeping head. This was the first time the nurse had ever seen the doctor in this state. At first she became concerned that he may actually be dead but the soft rise and fall of his back as he breathed disregarded that notion.

The sound of the door stirred the doctor, forcing a quiet groan of unwillingness out of him. He hated the idea of moving, of waking up after sleeping for what only felt like a few seconds. His body was drained,, exhausted after not even finishing a full day. It was rather disconcerting.

His arms were suddenly comforting here, but once he saw who was in his office that comfort melted away into slight embarrassment. "Excuse me." He murmured as he straightened himself out, brushing out his uniform. "Our break.. is it over so soon? I only meant to be a few minutes." He combed his hand through his hair. "I'll be right out with you. I must have lost track of time."

“It’s only me.” Lily smiled, clipboard clutched close to her chest as she listened to his words carefully. Seeing him in a sleeping state like that was so out of character, so unusual, so....adorable! She wished just for a moment that he would fall back asleep. She shook the thoughts from her mind, quite literally and made herself dizzy in the process. “Hmm, sensei....you were gone for quite a while. You uhh, how do I put this? You fell asleep for longer than you may have thought. Your shift is over...you slept through.” She touched his shoulder gently with the softest smile she could muster. “You were so exhausted, I think your body may have started working against you there.”

His rest felt so short.. had he really slept that long? He glanced at his clock and felt his heart sink when it was confirmed before his very eyes. "Damn." Of course he slept through the rest of his shift. He held his hand to his forehead, cursing the time and his own body. It was embarrassing, being that reckless on the job when there very well could have been something serious that he should have been present for. Not that he seemed to mind that sort of thing, as his own stomach was one of the very things that he neglected most when it needed his attention. 

 "I didn't miss anything, did I?" He continued, meeting Lily's eyes. "I wish you would have woken me up sooner."

"You didn't, all of our patients remained stable after you left. We were busy but we managed to keep a hold of it all. Everything's okay. I'd have woken you up but I had no idea you were sleeping in here." She gestured to the office. "My apologies sensei, had I known where you were I'd have come to get you sooner"

It helped to know that he, at the very least, wasn't absent for something serious. He couldn't even imagine how embarrassed he would be if they needed him and he wasn't there because he was napping in his office. He would have to make it a note to force himself to sleep better at home, not that the damage hadn't already been done. "I'm glad they're doing better. Our patients, I mean." He started to trail off a bit as a growl tore through his stomach, stealing his thoughts away. He cringed at the feeling and clutched at his stomach. "Ah.. excuse me.."

Lily stared at the doctor’s stomach for a moment and then blinked. Once. Twice. Was- was that what she thought it was? The nurse’s thoughts were confirmed when she saw a hand grip tightly at the doctor’s abdomen. “W-was that your-?” A light blush rose to her cheeks as she accidentally cut herself off .

"We had an emergency during what was supposed to be my lunch." His arm didn't leave his stomach, partly out of shame and partly because the pain was somewhat lessened with the pressure. It was embarrassment after embarrassment, and Jakurai couldn't tolerate another noise like that. "I suppose that might have been a part of the problem. I didn't exactly have enough time to.." He cleared his throat and spoke in a more hushed tone. "You understand."

The nurse could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her face felt warm even without physically touching it. It took a minute or so before she could speak again, secondhand embarrassment washing over her. She had never in her life heard the doc's stomach and now she had, while they were alone....and it was fairly loud. "Y-you haven't eaten then?" A question that was more rhetorical than not.

The pause was just as excruciating for him, if not more. He was very grateful when she started talking. "Not since.." Well, his breakfast wasn't exactly outstanding either. He usually just ate whatever was quick enough to bring along with him if he even felt breakfast was necessary, as he was normally fine until lunch. Maybe 'fine' wasn't the best word, but rather he didn't feel weak or queasy until then. "No, I guess I haven't."

"Your poor tummy!" She almost cooed, accidentally using a less scientific term for stomach in the process. Perhaps she meant to keep that part in her mind bit regardless she blurted it into the open and now she felt even more warm in the face.

"It doesn't usually give me trouble." He loosened his grip over his stomach, choosing to ignore how cheery she seemed to be about the situation~ "I suppose I don't really allow it to give me trouble. We don't exactly have time to be focusing on ourselves." He was more or less speaking for himself. Obviously. "I'll be fine."

"You'll be fine when you get sustenance sensei. Your stomach is empty and you need fuel." She reached out and tentatively placed her palm against his midsection over his clothes, her hand shaking nervously as she did.

He didn't make any sort of effort to stop her. She already heard it, he didn't feel the need to pretend it didn't happen. He did get a slight tingling sensation under her palm, but that was greatly overshadowed by the dull, nigh constant rumbles that he had been trying so hard to conceal. He was sure she could feel them, but he couldn't tell how she felt about it. "I appreciate the concern."

It was then that without thinking Lily began to rub at the abdomen in front of her, setting the clipboard she held with her other hand down on the doctor's desk. She could feel harsh vibrations from palm to fingertip as his stomach clenched and spasmed under her hand. Deep yet fairly quiet grumbling came at intervals, sounding through the layers of muscle, skin and organ. Up and down, gently adding pressure as she rubbed his concave stomach, her face turning a colour that she presumed to be nothing short of crimson. The nurse could not meet his eyes and therefore could not tell his expression. The nerves were too real.

That certainly answered his question. He initially assumed it was a mistake, that her hand had slipped or something, but that proved to be absolutely ridiculous within the very same instant. He felt his breath leave his lungs once he realized what she was doing, but the more she massaged his clenched muscle the better it started to feel. Her hands felt soft and comforting even if they were above his clothes, and it really did feel like she was suppressing painful hunger pangs and making them more bearable. If not for her hot blush, the doctor would have no insight on how she was feeling or how nervous she was.

 He gently took her hands into his, temporarily pausing the massage. "I don't understand where this is coming from. You have to tell me."

"I-I just-" she stammered. He was actually HOLDING her hands. Both of them. Not just one, but both! She would have flushed more if she could. "I j-just thought if I massaged your stomach it would ease the p-pain. I meant no I'll will"

"It did ease the pain." He started to let go of her hands when he saw how quickly she fell apart. "It just seemed so sudden. You're always so nervous around me." It was such a confident move. Seemed so out of place for someone so timid, especially one that was proving his point with that powerful blush. "I really didn't mind it."

"w-well I..." she hid her face in her hands and said nothing more. What if he thought she was weird now? What if he became wary around her? 

  "I didn't mean to embarrass you." He stopped himself from touching her hands again. "I just needed to ask. I'm sorry if I.. spoiled it for you." Whatever 'it' happened to be. He didn't think of it as a pleasure thing and really did think she was doing it to help him feel better. It was a service, more like~ "It felt nice."

Lily peeped through the fingers on her one hand and gulped nervously. Was he actually smiling softly back at her? Her heart skipped a beat and she removed both hands from her face. "W-would you like me to continue?" She fidgeted on the spot.

The massages to help with the pain ironically kept him from going home and properly eating. The irony wasn't lost on him. This was the better option though-One where he got a free massage after a long day from someone that could hardly be around him without nearly combusting before this. "I wouldn't say no to it." He agreed, a slight purr evident in his voice. "Though I imagine it will get worse no matter how much you take care of it."

“T-then...” Lily tucked her hair behind one ear and knelt down on the floor next to the doctor. She placed her hand back onto his empty tummy and began to massage once again. “Then I’ll continue a while longer.”

His cheeks reddened as she knelt next to him. He didn't get this sort of attention a lot, really ever, and especially not from her. He didn't think she was even capable of doing this. He felt like he should talk, or say something at least, but all he could really think about was her hands. "Have you thought about doing this before?"

She flinched. “What? D-do you mean massaging your belly?” She immediately flushed and ducked her head as she realized what she had said. 

"Y..yes." It was strange to go from how they usually talked to each other to how they were talking now. His hand twitched, a visible effort he made to stop himself from covering his stomach as a noisy rumble sounded off beneath his shirt. It would take some time to get used to hearing that. "..You don't have to answer that."

Lily twinged as the doctor’s stomach groaned beneath her hand and was surprised at the little noise he gave off himself “Answer your question or your stomach?” 

"The question." His face flushed at her statement. "I assumed that this had to come from somewhere. That you wouldn't have done this for no reason." He looked at her hand rather than her face. "I'm looking too far into it."

“M-maybe you are.....” she trailed off, letting her words linger in the air for a while. She massaged what she thought was a knot and earned a deep roar from the belly in return. Changing the subject seemed to be a good option so lily took it. “You sound so empty.”

The roar was extra painful for him, making it impossible to stop a grunt. It was bittersweet, both the pain of such deep growls with the pleasure of the massage, and he couldn't agree more with her. "I'm sure I've gone this long without eating before. I can't remember it ever hurting this much." That didn't really mean an awful lot. "I guess I stuff it when I get home on days like this before I give it the chance to hurt."

The nurse’s eyes widened. “Stuff...” it came across as a question though it was never meant to be. Her eyes met his finally as they sparkled hopefully.

"Not intentionally." He dragged his fingers through his hair, taking her question as concern or judgment. "I just try to shut it up before it gets started. I don't mean to gorge or anything. I stop before it gets to be too much. I promise." His mood shifted when he saw that glittering in her eyes. There wasn't any sort of judging to be seen on her face. "I really do try not to eat too much. Even when I'm hungry." 

“I see~” she smiled, her grin showing just how happy in the moment she actually was. “But you have been stuffed before? Full of food.” She knew talking about food could possibly upset his stomach into complaining and cramping up but in Lily’s eyes that was a bonus. Regardless of embarrassment, she was finding a way to push through and talk about things she really wanted to talk about. Things she truly desired.

"I don't think I've ever needed to." He had accidentally overeaten maybe once, but he never let himself indulge. He was tired when he got home, lunch was his main meal and dinner was what he could get down before he fell asleep. Stuffing himself.. didn't seem so bad right now. It actually sounded nice, and thinking about it made his hunger feel that much more dramatic. "Maybe I will tonight.. since I've already slept plenty."

Lily fidgeted. She remembered how Hifumi tended to cook for the doctor on occasion to save time and an idea struck, sticking to her mind like tape to paper. “I....I could cook for you sensei...I-If you’re not busy.” She rambled, her face flushing. “I mean you don’t have to, it’s not weird like a date or anything....!!!Date?!? No I didn’t mean that, well I did, it’s just that you’re hungry and I have food...I mean I can make food....I’m going to stop talking now.”

Her scrambling was sort of charming. This was the Lily that he had come to know. He had somewhat expected an offer after her line of questioning, though he had to admit he didn't know what the offer was going to be, exactly. Free food was always a pleasure regardless. "I don't know how much energy I'd have to cook when I got home anyway. If it's not too much of a bother, of course, I'd love to eat with you. Ah, please don't feel pressured to feed me. I know it seems pretty bad, but I assure you I know how to feed myself.”

Lily paused, her face turning red. She stood and looked around the doctor’s chin area, again avoiding eye contact. “T-then....w-would you like to come to my house for a homemade meal? I’ll t-try to keep the portion size as accurate as possible...”

He wasn't sure what she meant by 'accurate', but he would trust her. They were both trained to take care of people, who would know better than her? Homemade sounded good anyway, no matter what it was she planned to cook. He supposed people enjoyed cooking for him, that he wouldn't have to cook for himself with all of this pampering.  "That sounds nice. I wouldn't mind the company, either."

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That’s all I have for you. It’s pretty long, sorry about that. Maybe.

[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.

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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]

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// open Ramuda Amemura starter for anyone //

“AHHHH...!” he screamed, running around the corner and slamming a door behind him.

“Maybe I should just hide in here...” Ramuda said quietly, hiding in a closet during a public event. “There’s so many of those creepy costumes and ghosts outside...” 

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Samatoki Aohitsugi Starter / Open to Any

At a bar, Yokohama’s division leader sat alone at a table he reserved for himself. Off in the corner, he was served his usual drinks, though he wore a black beanie hat and kept his head down. In October in this spot, the sun shone through an orange glow against his booth.

It would be a wonder if he could manage to actually enjoy himself here alone but clearly his red eyes sunk into his glass. He lifted it up to his eye level and gently nudged the contents inside in a stirring motion. He tensed after a moment and brought it to his lips, gulping it down faster than he even picked it up. 

A waiter came over with another round. “Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?” He gulped. Being this close, he knew exactly who this was. Samatoki Aohitsugi.

He stepped back after setting the cup down. 

Samatoki simply shook his head. He pushed the empty glass toward the waiter and accepted the other one. 

The waiter bowed and took the glass before dismissing himself. 

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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]

// Muse: Gentaro Yumeno from Hypnosis Mic

“It’s funny because it’s true,” the novelist let out a snickered breath, “Gentaro Yumeno is my name... and so is MC Phantom. Does this have a hidden meaning, you ask?”

“What a personal question. Do you really expect me to answer that? After all, I could give you something deep or so plainly floating on the surface. Either or works for a ghost writer.”

[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.

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OPEN Starter Call

Hypnosis Mic Edition

// Comment or send an ask for a Hypnosis Mic muse rp starter! Please specify which character.

Any is welcome from Buster Bros, Matenrou, Fling Posse, or Mad Trigger Crew.

Cross-over friendly. Open to non-mutuals/mutuals. Thank you!