#i love him so bad hypmic made the most perfect character

[nian-7]

hehehehe hiii yugeenn, I’m doing the thingg LMAO

anyways I’d like a matchup with Hypmic, (both romantic and platonic) ProSekai (platonic only) and honkai star rail (both romantic and platonic)

You already know my personality bbg.

I’m kidding here♡

nickname - mon!!

Zodiac - Aquarius

MBTI - INFP

Character gender doesn’t matter bbg !!

Hobbies

-drawing

-jewelry making (more just bracelets)

-collecting things ( lil Sanrio blind box figures :], manga, just anything that I like i wanna collect )

-editing

Likes

-Plushies

-anything cute

-Horror games

-jirai kei fashion

-Sanrio

Dislikes

-spiders

-the unknown

-how overly paranoid I am.

-hearing ppl eat with their mouths open

-ppl tapping their fingers.

Personality

Usually just kinda quiet if I’m by myself and even sometimes with friends, usually pretty paranoid, sleepy. I kinda struggle to express myself. sometimes I get kinda loud when I’m having fun with my friends

enjoy, mon!! i hope you like it!

I match you with... (platonically)

Jyushi Aimono!

-Jyushi would be the perfect friend for you to have. He doesn't mind whether you're quiet or loud around him, just as long as you're a genuinely good friend of his, he will cherish you!

-Although he does have a different style than you, he really likes how you dress! He thinks it's cute and would like to try it for himself sometime if he builds up enough courage to ask you about it.

-He loves that you have plushies as well! It makes him so happy knowing Amanda can have some friends as well.

-He tells Amanda all about you and how much fun he has with you! She'd practically know everything about you with how much he tells her. He's just super happy to have another friend he can cherish.

-The poor guy can't handle any horror games and any time you try to convince him to play one, he psychs himself out and gets too scared to even attempt to play.

-He cherishes all the bracelets you make for him and he gets really upset when he thinks he's lost one. He'd doesn't want them ever to break because he'd feel terrible about it.

I match you with... (romantically)

Ichiro Yamada!

-Ichiro is the perfect boyfriend for you. He also enjoys anime and would love to see your manga or figure collection! He lets you ramble on about whatever series you'd like as long as he can do the same!

-He'd be very reassuring for you seeing as he's got pretty stable. No matter how paranoid you are, he'll be doing his best to calm you back down, reassuring you that he's got you and nothing bad will happen.

-Not too into Sanrio but he's willing to learn about it through you when you show him it. He's not too sure exactly what it is and has probably only known about Hello Kitty but, he'll be sure to ask about it. His favorite is likely to end up being Gudetama.

-He'll wear any bracelets you make for him no matter what it looks like. Whenever someone asks him about it, he smiles and tells them that his lovely partner made them for him!

I match you with... (platonically)

Minori Hanasato!

-Minori also loves cute things just like you! She hopes you and her dog are able to get along because well, he's quite cute!

-She probably also has an interest in Sanrio and would love to see your collection. She probably likes My Melody the most and thinks they're all just too adorable!

-She thinks it's fun to doodle with you or even just watch you draw. It's always exciting to her to see your progress on any of your drawings!

-She tries to help you express yourself better and always tries to be there for you when you need it. She doesn't want you to feel like she's never there or a bad friend so she can be a bit of a worry wart because of that.

I match you with... (platonically)

March 7th!

-March just radiates cuteness and she loves all things cute! She's gotta love Sanrio and plushies.

-Says she can't pick a favorite Sanrio and she's just got a small plushie collection with a few of them. She always wants to show you any sort of new cute collectable she's gotten from her adventures.

-She'd love to make bracelets with you! Just teach her how and she'll make a bunch for you! She keeps them all in a special place in her room so that she can look back and remember how fun it was to make them with you!

-March can agree with you on the spiders part. She couldn't stand anything with that many legs and she'll be screaming with you the whole time. Dan Heng has to come in and kill it for the both of you even when it's the smallest one you've ever seen.

I match you with... (romantically)

Luocha!

-Luocha is a kind man and so whenever you get anxious or paranoid, he's always there to talk you down from it, soothing your worries and helping you calm down.

-He enjoys listening to you talk about your interests and doesn't mind if you're loud. He's truly glad you're comfortable with him and it makes him smile.

-He'll attempt to make a bracelet with you, likely putting his name on it and giving it to you to wear. Make him a matching one with your name on it and he'll cherish it as he keeps it on his wrist for as long as he can.

-He enjoys seeing all your plushies and finds it cute when you show them to him while you both are laying in bed together. Whether they be characters or not, he thinks you're just adorable while you show him.

[champagnecall]

// Okay I have to ramble about it here too but I feel insane about the fact that ARB’s latest event confirmed that yes, Hifumi is too good for this world.

They basically said that, despite Hifumi being the number one host and host clubs being expensive as is, with his own prices being higher, that he never makes any of his customers pay more than what they can afford...and what they can’t, he pays himself.

This man is straight up keeping his clients from being indebted and from his workplace falling into debt with his own money. 

There’s also what Dawn of Divisions confirmed in Chapter 2, which was before Kujaku Posse stopped it...Fragrance used to pay dues and was in debt to a Yakuza group working out of Kabukicho. 

Given that Hifumi is pouring so much of his own money into keeping his clients and his business out of debt too...I wonder how much he was helping his boss with paying off the Yakuza debts too.

Ofc ARB isn’t technically canon but I like to pull the occasional piece of trivia out of it and this is definitely one that I enjoy and that feels very in character for Hifumi to do.

He’s just........too nice. I could keep going about that but I just wanted to ramble about how he’s nice and uses his own earnings to help his customers. Even if he has to use a false personality to interact with them, it’s so evident of how much he genuinely cares for them, even with that barricade in the way.

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Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: ヒプノシスマイク | Hypnosis Mic (Albums) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aohitsugi Samatoki/Yamada Ichiro, slight Busujima Mason Rio/Yamada Saburo Characters: Yamada Jiro (Hypnosis Mic), Yamada Ichiro, Yamada Saburo, Aohitsugi Samatoki, Aohitsugi Nemu, Jinguji Jakurai, Izanami Hifumi, Kannonzaka Doppo, Mentioned Doppo's brother, Iruma Jyuto Additional Tags: Yamada Ichiro-centric, Probably ooc, Definitely OOC, Cringe, Cheesy, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Self-Indulgent, Very brotherly Ichiro, Not the canon Ichiro that neglect his brothers at first, No Mic, Alternate Universe - No Powers, No literally crushing each other with fire raps please, Alternate Universe - Normal Life, The Author Regrets Nothing, Red String of Fate, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Not Canon Compliant, Dress Up, You'll know why I put that tag, I love Jyuto's red gloves, Graphic Wounds Series: Part 2 of Hypmic Red Strings of Fate : The Yamada's Summary:

Side story of 'All I Ever Wanted'. Can be read separately. I think.

A story covering the background of Ichiro and Samatoki's relationship. They're soulmates, but in front of his brothers, the pair always fight until they draw blood. They're supposed to be perfect together, but they never meet again when after that one fight.

A story takes Ichiro's perspective of the relationship, things that his brothers will ever know. It's been five years since the fight, and they never meet after that. Things he didn't want to remember came in dreams, like punishment for leaving his soulmate and sleeping with another. Dreams about the days before shit happens, before they have to separate, before all the disagreement, before they are forced to choose between each other or their family. In reality, Samatoki is not here anymore, so Ichiro tried to get by, no matter how he regrets how he left his soulmate.

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The soulmate universe is inspired by “You would make a good soldier.” by 6fortius9, check it out!

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Ichiro is used to a full house filled with noise. The only calm he had back then is when he woke up first thing in the morning to get ready ahead of time and prepare breakfast for his brothers. Sometimes for his aunt too when she has the day shift, and sometimes his uncle when he’s home from a long business trip. Even though his aunt and uncle didn’t join the table sometimes, it’s still full of life with Jiro and Saburo are bickering.

Sometimes it’s about a missing jacket they accused each other of stealing when it’s actually in the laundry, fighting over the warm shower, or any other thing they manage to disagree on.

Most of the reason they fight are petty things that get too far. Like games, and they support an opposite team in sports. Then he will come up from mid cooking with a spatula in hand and threaten them with no food if they don’t make up. Or if Ichiro wasn’t cooking, he’ll grab anything in the room and threaten them with that.

It works most of the times, sometimes the fight is so bad that one of them leaves the room or not talk to each other, but they always manage to go around it. They all do. His aunt is grumpy without her coffee when she wakes up and often pass out by the entrance when she came home. His uncle will pass out on the table in the morning when there’s no breakfast, and when he’s home, he pass out in random rooms too. How did they survive before Ichiro and his brothers came along? He has no idea.

He misses Saburo who went to school in Hokkaido and moving in with Riou, his soulmate. He misses Jiro who’s on an internship abroad so he’ll be closer to his long-distance girlfriend. Ichiro also misses his quirky aunt and gentle uncle.

Ichiro is also grateful that his aunt and uncle came around when their father left. He loves his aunt and uncle, but he misses his dad. He was not a good dad, but Ichiro still misses his dad. He misses his loving and kind dad, the one before his mom died, but it seems like no one else did.

Whenever he feels lonely, he instinctively looks at the red line on his finger, then immediately cursed at himself for looking at it.

“You’re okay?” Ichiro felt his heart leap at the sudden interruption of his daydream.

In front of him is a screen playing a video of an action clip and sound waves at the bottom that he only gets to edit on the first half.

The owner of the deep voice is Jakurai, his purple hair is tied up in a messy bun. His sharp and elegant face seems like he didn’t get too much sleep. Ichiro shrinks under the project manager’s gaze, especially when he just spent a wasteful amount of time daydreaming.

“I’m fine sir, just need some coffee, it’s not done yet,” he says apologetically.

“I’m not here for that, the others are buying Ramen from Kyoko’s stand, you want one?”

At the name of old grandma Kyoko, all his sense rouse excitedly, especially imagining her rich ramen broth and the perfect chew of her noodles and the tender pork strips, oh and the must-have gyoza... the rich and tender filling... light, a little burnt, and crispy on the outside.

“Yes,” Ichiro moaned, a bit too sexually for food.

His project manager, who thankfully already used to his antics, just shook his head and smiled amusedly. He picks up his phone and types away.

“Be down in 20. And take a break Ichiro, you look horrible,” he said, looking horrible himself, and walks away from the room.

Ichiro only now just noticed that he’s alone in the sound editing room. Everyone else must’ve been out to have lunch.

He looks down to the clock on the bottom right of his screen, three pm already, everyone is either having a late lunch or Jakurai is letting them have a longer break, which is impossible. That guy will so far lock the doors to make them all finish according to the deadline. Even so, he’s a respectable leader, and lock himself up with the rest of them.

Ichiro likes it here in Tokyo, working in a film making industry. It’s not far from his aunt’s and uncle’s home, but they’re busy too. It’s been two years since he worked here, he could’ve gone back and forth from Tokyo and Ikebukuro, but it’s more convenient to stay close in a walking distance. As the consequences, he’s homesick often. He misses everyone. He can only put so much family photos on his desk.

There is a picture of him and his brothers with his aunt and uncle on the beach. Ichiro is the one completely buried in the sand, Jiro is in the middle of giving him sand boobs and looks like he’s groping him. Saburo is making his mermaid tail, his aunt is doing a slav squat and pressing her palm together beside him and his uncle is taking the selfie with all that mess. It was funny, and somehow even though Ichiro is the one with boobs, Jiro is the one most embarrassed about this picture.

Then there’s Jiro’s high school graduation with all of the family, and Saburo’s Middle school graduation minus his uncle that can’t leave his work in Egypt, but Riou was there.

Beside it, is a picture of the three of them plus Riou, when he and Jiro went to Hokkaido to visit Riou and Saburo. It was taken on a flower field. He forces Jiro to make a heart together with him and makes Saburo and Riou poses in the middle of the heart. They protested at the cheesiness of the picture but Ichiro knows for a fact that this picture is Riou’s phone home screen.

Behind all that framed photo, he spots one he rarely sees. A picture of him, Jiro, his dad, and his pregnant mom. After Saburo was born, his dad doesn’t want them to take a picture together. Ichiro misses his mom the most, and he still feels like he’ll tear up every time he remembers her. But then he remembers Saburo, that little genius, brave, strong and stubborn little kid that he loves, and Jiro, another stubborn, hot-headed and strong-willed kid.

Maybe she’s gone, but she gave him his precious brothers. For them, he thanks her. He promised her that he’ll take care of them, keeps them safe, and Ichiro will do everything necessary to do so.

He looks at his hand again, the red string on his finger is as stark as ever.

His heartache for a bit, remembering all these things. He picks up his phone and dialed Saburo without any hesitation. Saburo picks up on the second ring.

“Sup Ichi-nii?” he sounds chipper, and that’s honestly all Ichiro needs.

“Just checking in.”

“Uh-huh, you’re lonely aren’t you?”

Ichiro melts on the inside, “Hope I didn’t catch you on a bad time?”

“No, you didn’t. How are you even calling at this hour? Jakurai isn’t breathing down on your neck this time?”

“Strangely he’s not! I’m alone in the room now, everyone is getting lunch.”

“At this hour???”

“Yes, at this hour, c’ mon, my odd hour isn’t news.”

“No it’s not, but you know what’s news?”

“What?” Ichiro finally feels intrigued.

“This New Year holiday I’m coming home with Riou! He finally has New years off.”

“That’s great!” Ichiro exclaimed, grateful that no one is here or he would’ve made ten or so people deaf. “It’s been so long since I met him, you guys doing good?”

“Yeah! I visit his grandparents grave last weekend, and turns out there’s a romantic story behind it.”

“You went to a cemetery and it was romantic, it’s a bit too late for a goth phase, isn’t it?” Ichiro teased.

“Just listen to me first!”

“Alright alright, I’ll listen!” Ichiro chuckled.

“Okay, remember the dog tag that Riou always wears?”

Ichiro remembers, Saburo told him about it years ago. Riou always wears this dog tag, and Ichiro assumed it was his because the man is an ex-navy. Turns out, the dog tag was not Riou’s, it was his grandpa’s, who gave the dog tag to his wife. His wife, Riou’s grandma, already died when he met his grandpa, and then gave the dog tag to Riou so he’ll know that his grandpa loves him even though Riou only meets him for summer break in Hokkaido.

“He thinks he didn’t have a soulmate, until he’s 14 and I came along of course. But when he was a kid he was sad about it, so his grandpa gave him the dog tag. His grandpa told him it was a reminder that he’ll find someone for him even though he didn’t have a soulmate. Because you know, I told you already about Riou’s grandparents right?”

“That they’re not soulmates?”

“Right! His grandpa told him he can return the dog tag to his grandma when Riou finds someone he loves. When we came to their grave, guess what he did.”

Ichiro gasps, “He gave the dog tag back?”

“He gave the dog tag back! I swear that man will be the death of me!”Saburo then squealed, Ichiro chuckled at his little brother’s antics.

Riou’s grandma and grandpa were not soulmates, but they’re happily married for decades and his grandpa still had the red string on his finger until the day he died.

Ichiro already knows this story back when Saburo told him in tears. It was the first time Saburo met Riou, and Riou told him that his little brother doesn’t have to choose him if the age between them is too heavy to bear for Saburo. Even though all that Riou wanted is a soulmate.

In the end, Saburo chooses him. It was the common fairytale-like red string of fate story. Ichiro is glad that Saburo gets to have them. But the story gave hope to someone probably not to someone that Riou might have predicted. It gave hope to Ichiro.

“Ichi-nii?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you really okay?”

He wonders sometimes, but don’t we all? Sometimes we ask ourselves somewhere in life, if we’re okay, or if we’re happy, or if this is the life we want to be having, or if you’re making good choices.

And Ichiro just doesn’t know.

“Yeah! I’m just a bit swamped at work,” Ichiro isn’t totally lying about that.

“Are you sure?” Saburo didn’t sound convinced, of course he doesn’t.

This one particular brother of his is incredibly sharp that it’s scary. He can sniff your emotions no matter how good your lie is. Ichiro is never an exception. Ever since he was little, Saburo was always the first to notice when Ichiro is not his best.

Ichiro debates whether or not he should tell the truth, guess he’s just gonna go for it.

“I’m looking at our family pictures, and I don’t know.”

Saburo sighs at the other end, “Sometimes I worry about you Ichi-nii.”

“Hm? Really, why?”

“You gave up a lot of things for us, and you never let us do the same,” Saburo’s words stir him.

He bites his lips, deeply feeling the guilt that resurfaces.

“I really didn’t,” Ichiro says instead.

“You know Jiro and I are cool with it. You don’t have to protect us anymore.”

Ichiro bites his lips tighter, and it really breaks his heart more than it touched him.

“I know.”

“I’m sorry for bringing it up, we just want you to be happy.”

Ichiro smiled at that, he really does raise his brothers well. That’s all Ichiro needs.

“I am happy.”

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He drops by the 3D animation office before he’s off to walk back to his apartment. Some of the desks are already empty this late, but there is still a few that stays, including his roommate. A ducked redhead sticks out like a sore thumb in the middle of the room filled with rows of messy desks. Ichiro walks over to the man who had his eyes open and glued to the screen. So focused that he didn’t notice Ichiro is already in front of him.

“Doppo,” he tried to call gently, but the man jerks away like he’s been shocked by a thunder. He was doing a meticulous work on a woman’s face with Blender app. Yesterday it was only a blop of circle. Ichiro will never know how the heck 3D modeling works.

Doppo had bags on the bags under his eyes, it’s a hard case of bags-ception. It’s been there since Ichiro first meet him, and only had been gaining in color and weight since then. The mug on his desk is half empty and stained badly, the stain wasn't there yesterday.

“It’s 10 PM, are you going back today?” he asked.

Doppo groaned, rubbing his face on his palms roughly.

“I don’t think I ca-”

“Yes! He’s going back with you.” A blond shoots straight upwards from the bunch of desks. Hifumi, allegedly Doppo’s best friend and former roommate, came barging through the desk and chairs in loud clatters and pushes Doppo off his chair.

“No!” Doppo yelled, and get a lot of ‘shh’ noise from the rest of the people there.

“I can’t go back, I have to finish this by today or-”

“You can finish it tomorrow! You’ll sleep on your desk anyway, just go back!” they bicker in a hushed voice.

“I agree, Doppo,” Ichiro grabs Doppo’s jacket that hanged on his chair, “You need to take a warm bath and sleep on a soft surface,” he puts the jacket on Doppo’s shoulder and grabs him by the shoulder, the man in his arm sways as he walks. Yeah, he really should go home.

“I’ll leave him to you!” Hifumi waved, Ichiro gave him an understanding nod and they’re off.

Two years ago, Hifumi wouldn’t even let Ichiro touch him without sending a threatening passive-aggressive comment. He didn’t know when or why he finally stops but Ichiro is relieved a little. Hifumi always said that taking care of Doppo has always been his job ever since they’re kids. But it’s not like Ichiro wanted to replace Hifumi, but what else can he do? The guy is his roommate, he can’t just let the guy drop dead.

Also, kind of a hypocrite of Hifumi to disapprove him in that first days when the guy himself, that let him room with Doppo, moves out from his allegedly precious childhood friend with his soulmate. Though Ichiro can’t really blame Hifumi on that one.

Doppo is unsurprisingly a slob. Hifumi kind of hyped Ichiro up at how much of a slob Doppo is. Shockingly though, it was not as bad as his house. When you live with two busy and always tired adults, and two teenage little brothers in puberty, Doppo is not that bad.

Doppo barely talks to him at first too, but you’ll be surprised how much simple care and attention do to a person. Also, patience, because Doppo doesn’t always reply to you in stressful days. Sometimes he doesn’t want to talk at all for no reason, and it can be frustrating.

Even though right now they’re walking with Doppo’s hand around his shoulder, they’re in no way closer than just good friends. They gave each other respected privacy and doesn’t probe.

One thing that surprised him about Doppo, is that for all the two years he lived with him, not once did he asked about the red line in his pinkie.

Ichiro sits Doppo beside the kotatsu table and the man just plops his head on top of there.

“Don’t sleep yet, I’m preparing the hot bath, have you eaten?”

“I’m not hungry.”Doppo dismissed with a low and tired voice.

“I’m making you eat, I’ll make a...” Ichiro walks over to the fridge and sees what’s left inside he can work on, “Curry it is.”

“I don’t want to eat,” Doppo says firmly this time.

“You will eat, or I won’t wake you up tomorrow.” And that was enough to make Doppo agree, not without showing his dissatisfaction though.

“Fine,” he grumbles.

“Good, I’ll prepare the bath.”

Their apartment is small but it’s enough. The open ‘kitchen’ that only consists of a fridge, a microwave that sits on top of the fridge and the electric stove, and they are pressed against the wall of the bathroom. There’s a small kitchen island that’s as wide as the length of the bathroom wall for cutting stuff and condiments.  The bathroom is also painfully small and the only discomfort they have. Just because the bathtub is too small and they can’t completely extend their legs.

The living area only consists of the kotatsu and a small flat-screen TV that they only use on weekends. They have a PS4 console though, through winning the office’s lottery, and they play whenever they can. They only have one bedroom, and they sleep on a futon. The closet is small, barely manage to contain all of Ichiro’s clothes. Can you blame him? He likes cool clothes, and thankfully, Doppo doesn’t have much in that department and allow him to have more closet space.

Some might say it’s awkward for two men to be in one bedroom at night, but Ichiro doesn’t agree with that, at least not with Doppo. When they have their needs, they have a quiet agreement that they need to take it to a love hotel or the place of their partner for the night. Or if they don’t feel like having anyone, take care of it in the bathroom, quietly.

He rarely ever sees Doppo goes out though, when he does, mostly because he sleeps over at the office, but then again, they don’t probe on that stuff.

Ichiro returns from the bathroom to Doppo blinking heavily.

“Don’t sleep yet, the bath is ready.”

Doppo hums, he strips then and there, being butt naked before he walks into the bathroom, leaving a trail of his clothes. He’s not usually like that though, only when sleep-deprived, even so, Ichiro is used to it.

While he’s in the bath, Ichiro makes simple vegetable curry with instant curry block for one plate. Doppo steps out of the bathroom when the curry is done. He’s awake enough to pick his clothes up from the floor and put it in a laundry bag.

Ichiro placed the hot curry with potatoes and carrots on the kotatsu, and Doppo sits there when he’s clearly still wet and only have a towel on his lower half.

“What about you?”

“I already ate lunch and dinner, unlike you, and change to your pajamas before eating,” Ichiro scolds.

“You can’t make me.”

“Are you willing to bet on that?” Ichiro crosses his arms, looking down at Doppo who looks completely exhausted. Ichiro gave up.

“Fine, don’t blame me if you got a cold tomorrow.”

“Please drag me if that happens.”

“Nah.”

“Ichiro!” Doppo groaned.

“No!”

Doppo frowned and reluctantly stood up and walk to the bed room. But then he stops, and he looks back, “Thank you for taking care of me today,” he said.

Ichiro smiled, “You’re welcome.” Then he steps into the bathroom.

Ichiro showers clean and quickly for the long-awaited warm bath. It feels like all the muscle in his body just expands and let loose by the warmth, except his knees that poke out on top of the water. Stupid small bath.

He relaxed for a while, letting his mind think of anything but work. He splashes his knees with the hot water and startled when he sees a lot of red on his arm.

A brand new gush of a scar on his forearm, he can see his bones, and rips of flesh starting from his wrist down to his elbow. Ichiro knows it’s not his because, despite the open and gushing flesh there, he didn’t feel any pain.

His heart pumps a bit harder at the sight. Then not long after, he sees the wound close from the bottom working up to the top. There are two little red dots on each side of the closed wound, he must be getting stitches.

This isn’t the first scare he gets over a scar of his soulmate. The most heartbreaking one was the one on his back when he was eighteen. A thin and long trail of red lines and splotches of red that form a picture of a samurai with a face on an Oni mask surrounded by sakura flowers and peonies.

The wound had healed and disappears without a scar from Ichiro’s back, but the ones on Samatoki’s will leave a scar that lasts forever. As long as he has that tattoo, none of them are safe together, for them and the people around them.

So, Ichiro did what he had to do.

He told that to himself, before his longing gets too deep and turn into regret.