#should i tag Hypmic???

[culxiaa-fn]

TEARS OF THEMIS: Division Rap Battles

Luke Pearce VS Vyn Richter

[noctilu-uca]

i doodle a lot in spanish class so here are my guys

[crehador]

SCREAM nijimen did a "top 10 hpmi characters who seem like they would spend the most time getting ready in the morning" or something poll and hifumi came in at a smooth smooth first place. it wasn't even close

i'll put the full results beneath a cut

hifumi 627 votes

jyushi 552 votes

ramuda 537 votes

hitoya 408 votes

jyuto 279 votes

ichijiku 268 votes

gentaro 213 votes

jakurai 173 votes

nemu 161 votes

otome 153 votes

honobono 144 votes

rosho 80 votes

samatoki 71 votes

jiro 68 votes

sasara 48 votes

ichiro 43 votes

saburo 42 votes

rei 40 votes

doppo 30 votes

kuko 25 votes

the list literally stops here so we can only imagine how many votes dice and rio got. and i'm imagining a big fat well-deserved zero for them both

[ca-lyxx]

Prepare for a counterattack ☠️🗣️📢

can you guess the reference~? (It's already written w)

[dailyaoyagi]

Can we please take a moment to appreciate Kent Itou’s range because damn.

Other characters are Doppo from Hypmic, Wolf from Fire Emblem and Gorou from Oshi no Ko.

[kitsuani]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ requests: open˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

hi there anyone, everyone, and those hidden in between!

i've finished posting my backlog of fics (both here and @kitsuga) (as ive already uh, mentioned there) so i figured i'd open requests if anyone's got some! please read these (rules) if you can, and you can look at (currently accepted) fandoms if you'd like, but i'm honestly open for a lot more than i have listed, it's just hard to list everything when you've read/watched so much, you know? so you can shoot your shot if you have a request!!

i am working on a handful of my own wips as well, so hopefully i get them done soon!

wips in question include: ⟡hokusai x reader (paralive - fluff) ⟡kei x reader (charisma house - fluff) ⟡2 (different) uramichi x reader (uramichi oniisan - fluff) ⟡jakurai x reader (hypmic - fluff) ⟡doppo character centric (hypmic - angst)

hope to see you soon!! ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

[stellabyystarlight]

Happy bday Ramuda once again, tysm for the support on my last post!!!! Since I got this cake for Valentine's Day i was able to take some pics with my ramu mochi, i put a little candle in it as well (he just turned one year old). Hope everyone has a great day :3 . I'll post one more drawing later, since it's still the 14th here.

[mayoiayasep]

hypmic album time<3

[nicohischier]

everywhere i go... i see his face...

[ramudamemura]

pump it up is so catchy i’m literally foaming at the mouth

[pillow-anime-talk]

19. “I’m pregnant.” -samatoki- gentaro- ramuda🍭

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; romance; huge fluff; pregnancy; mention of pimples; kisses; soft!samatoki; sfw

includes: female reader ft. samatoki aohitsugi {hypmic}

author’s note: again! i choose the first person. thank you :D

19. “I’m pregnant.”

Two red lines on a tiny pregnancy test brought tears to your both eyes; you didn’t know yet whether they were tears of happiness or insecurity, but you felt strange; completely different, maybe a little too carefree. You wiped your reddened eyelids and puffy cheeks by hand, blew your nose on a piece of toilet paper, then put the test into your back pocket. You washed your hands, looking at your face all the time, noticing two pimples on your forehead and chin. You knew perfectly well that mental and physical changes during pregnancy would be bigger and more visible – sometimes pleasant, sometimes irritating and painful. The pimples were nothing invasive so far, but you felt sad.

With a different face, a visible tummy, much more weight, morning sickness and mood swings, will you still be charming, attractive, sweet and beautiful to your husband? Will you still be desired by him, will he still love you and appreciate your little and big things? Strange thoughts lingered in your mind for the rest of the day; you thought about your relationship while eating dinner alone, while watching an American movie on Netflix, during your night routine and long bath, and while making meal for you and Samatoki. The man should be here in less than a quarter of an hour – at least that’s what he wrote in the message to you.

You set out on two trays a bowl of warm soup, a bowl of white rice, a small plate of pickled cucumbers, seaweed salad, egg omelettes with peas, a few side dishes of fresh vegetables and hot tea in your favorite mugs. A typical Japanese supper was your daily routine, your intimate moment and time for quiet conversation. With the last element placed on the table, your beloved entered the apartment. As usual, he smelled of cigarette smoke, heavy perfume, the dampness and smog of the city. You flinched slightly at the smell, covering your mouth with your dominant hand. The other landed on your stomach.

“Baby?” Before you could say ‘Hi’, you ran to the bathroom. Another dose of nausea attacked your body, and you bent over the toilet, emptying your stomach. Samatoki ran up to you moments later, stroking your back and whispering in your ear that everything would be fine and that you were very brave. You wiped your mouth with a piece of soft toilet paper, then looked at your partner.

“I’m pregnant.” You whispered, closing your eyes and waiting for any scream or anger from him. Nothing of the sort happened though, and instead the white-haired man kissed you on your slightly sweaty forehead, smiling slightly.

“Well, not surprising. We’ve had unprotected sex for over a month.” He chuckled and you only blushed even more. “Did you call to the doctor?”

“N-No... Not yet...” You muttered, and then another wave of dizziness hit you – this time with redoubled force. Samatoki stroked your neck until you felt better, then carried you to bed for a while and fed you with warm soup.

He seemed indifferent to the information about the child, although by the end of the evening you could see him looking at you with love in his eyes. You’ve also seen him smiling sweetly from time to time as he browses the internet and sites about parenting, kids and pregnancy.

And then, just before going to bed, he threw an almost full box of cigarettes into the trash.

[castironpride]

Sorry for dropping this in a bunch of different tags but there's a really promising new music project called V-Kei Sentai Executioner I haven't seen many people talking about yet, and I'd like to share it! :D This is the song Meizu, which is their second single.

The shortest possible plot pitch I can give is that a group of twelve men make a bargain with demons in order to stop a perpetual time loop where 1999 never ends, as said time loop will eventually cause the world to be destroyed. At the cost of their own souls, this gives them the power to turn into demonic henshin heroes whose music can banish the agents of an evil god responsible for ending the world. It's just started but it looks super promising and both of the songs are incredible! There's also been some trailers for the drama tracks and character introductions on their Youtube channel. We're supposed to be getting the full drama tracks soon and I'm hype for them just based on all the trailers.

Here's their official website and Twitter if you would like more info! This is going to be a plot-heavy joseimuke multimedia project in the same vein as Hypmic or Paradox Live. So if you liked those (especially if you liked Jyushi's songs since, well, same genre) you should really give it a try. This is the most excited I've been for a multimedia project in a long time and I really want to see it take off.

Also: tapping in @missmadril here as my usual partner in crime for boosting these series—

[crehador]

not numan running a poll on which character you would most want to go to a sauna with AND SAMATOKI COMING IN FIRST LMAOOOOOO

[noiirem00n]

people i want to get to know better. tagged by @xxxuilxx thankies for the tag ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

Last song i listened to : Music Title (Opening Intro) teen titans GO! vs. teen titans (ive been looping it for like 1 hour i think. i would reccomend watching the movie)

Currently reading : dork diaries (i only have the first 6 books rn)

Currently watching : Hugtto precure (im re-watching it. u should tottally watch it tho)

Current obsession : HYPMIC!!!!!! (its about these gay dudes with mics and- *gets shot*)

now for the moment you've all been waiting for.....THE TAGSSS!!!!! @kuragesoda @boymagicalgirl @stellabyystarlight @yoimiya-kins @reverse-hermit @lyr1az @t4tshinsoukoku

[kitsuani]

Psychic. {Yumeno Gentaro x Reader}

Description: 

A fic in which reader is tortured by Dice not paying his bill and has the pleasure of meeting (the great psychic) Gentaro. 

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Tags: fluff, dice being...well...dice, reader is just tired of their job and wants to go HOME, not beta'd, not edited, dice is mentioned but this is indeed gentaro x reader i promise, gender neutral reader, gentaro yumeno x reader, hypnosis mic/hypmic, gentaro yumeno

Word Count: 1,646

A/N: Written on: July 19, 2021 

Gentaro is probably the only character ive been TERRIFIED of my portrayal because analyzing and writing his personality is a bit hard but I got the stamp of approval from the biggest gentaro simp I know (if you see this thank you mari ilysm) so here is this 

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“Alright look, what if you put my name down for a tab--” 

“Sir, this is a café, not a bar. 3000 yen.” 

“That’s an insane price!” 

“That’s low in comparison; have you seen how much you’ve eaten?” 

“You’re real rude for working in a café!” Dice crossed his arms and turned his nose up, dramatically pouting to put on a show. “I should report you to the manager--” 

“It is the end of my shift, and I am the manager. Sir. 3000 yen, please.” 

(Y/n) stood behind the register, tired and deadpan expression on their face. They were used to people yelling at them day in and day out, people unsatisfied or rude or just plain... wacky, like this one. Part of them felt bad, of course, watching this guy wolf down all this food as if he hadn’t eaten in a while—they would’ve just paid for him if they could’ve, but the bottom line was that they couldn’t, so he needed to cough up the dough.  

He sighed with his entire body, hunching over and drooping his shoulders to accentuate that he looked as though he suddenly aged 40 years. Meekly, he raised his hand to signify that he needed a moment, whipped out his phone, and turned around. (Y/n) felt a little bad for whoever was on the other end of this blue-haired boy’s phone—they caught a few words like ‘yes again’ and ‘please get me out of this!’--it was apparent it wasn’t the first time he’d been unable to pay. This time, they suddenly aged 40 years at the realization that the poor person on the other line had to deal with this nonsense more than once. They were the shell of a person whenever he hung up and turned back around. 

“Are ya sure I can’t do anything--” 

“You can pay--” 

“What if I... I show you a magic trick!” 

“No.”  

“I give you my watch.” 

“You aren’t wearing a watch, sir.” 

Exasperated, (Y/n) stood and denied each offer he gave; a game that tossed the two of them back and forth for what seemed like forever. (Y/n) was lucky there were no other customers present. This blue-haired boy was relentless, however, and tried offering everything he could no matter how off-the-wall it was of an offer; (Y/n) wondered if he were a gambler, and that’s what led him to this fate. They remained professional, however, stayed as close to the line as possible. Part of them just wanted to kick him out. Just as he’s listing off a few of his skills, (Y/n) instinctively called out a welcome as the door to the café chimed. 

“Ah, Dice, you are still here.” 

The blue-haired boy—Dice was his name, apparently—turned towards a gentle looking, brown-haired man who donned what (Y/n) thought to be some of the most beautiful traditional clothes. It took a moment for them to recognize those striking green eyes; they’ve seen him in here from time to time, writing away—they tried to go out of their way not to bother him whenever he was around. But now, he looked straight at them with those eyes that held far too much mystery and gave them an equally as gentle smile. 

“Good morning.” 

“Dude, it’s evening.” 

“No? Can’t you see that the sun is rising to the East?” 

“It’s going behind the buildings!”  

They bickered a bit while (Y/n) stood there dumbfounded at how adamant the man in the traditional clothing was that it was morning; they bit their lip and turned away, trying to keep a laugh to themselves so that they didn’t ruin the little game the man had set up. It was short-lived however, as Dice pointed towards them and turned the attention back to the problem at hand. 

“Whatever! You!” (Y/n) felt their eyebrow twitch at the suddenness of the action. “What if I absolutely blow your mind--” 

“It’s just 3000 yen, sir--”  

“You see, my friend here is a psychic. You probably could’ve noticed by the annoying way he talks...” 

Dice continued pitching his plea, ignoring (Y/n) as they had given up trying to remind him of his fee at this point. He wrapped an arm around his friend and continuously shook the poor man, the brunette swaying from side to side like a ghostly apparition, dramatically allowing himself to be tossed around. He would pat the man on the back so hard, (Y/n) thought maybe he’d fold over like a piece of paper; based on the way the brunette hyped up theatrics, (Y/n) could tell that he was simply playing his friend for a fool. They wondered, was it an apology show for them, or was he always like this with his friend? The corners of (Y/n) lips started to twitch as they desperately tried to keep their expression neutral. 

“Go on, show them something... psychic.”  

“Ah, yes. I can see it now. You will certainly find yourself at ease later this morning,” (Y/n) almost broke their character as he held his morning charade, “I can see... nothing but darkness. A pleasant weight upon you... your body relaxed and--” 

“You’re just telling them that they’ll sleep tonight!” Dice shouted, shaking the other man once more. “Wow them! Blow their mind! Get me out of this mess!” 

“I see... oh, I can see it! It’s coming to me now, I can see... I can see...” 

“Yeah, yeah?” 

“I can see that you’re going to find yourself in this mess again.” 

“Stop focusing on me!”  

They bickered once again, mostly on Dice’s part. (Y/n) covered their mouth and continued to turn away, snickering to themselves as the brunette took notice. With a gentle smile, he held out his hand to them, speaking in a way that seemed almost haunting but was obviously strained to seem mystical. 

“I can see clearly. 3... 7... 4... these numbers mean a lot to you, yet, they’ll be your ultimate downfall.” 

“Oh?” (Y/n) asked, now giving him their seemingly signature unamused attention. “Care to elaborate?” 

“Why, they’re numbers that will lead to unfortunate events and you’ll find your entire world crashing around you.” 

“Uh... huh. Anything specific?”  

“You’ll ultimately be led... to your DEATH.”  

“See! What did I tell you, a real class-a psychic!” Dice stepped in front of his friend who was still theatrically waving his hands at (Y/n) to put punctuation on his warning.  

“Sir, excuse me for not believing your... psychic... friend here, but it’s still 3000 yen. Impending death or not, I’d just like to get off of my shift.” 

Defeated, both of the men hunched their shoulders; Dice whined. His friend moved closer to (Y/n)’s podium and pulled his wallet out, begrudgingly paying the debt as Dice simply dragged his feet out the door. Just as monotone as the man in front of them, (Y/n) thanked him for his patronage and mumbled out another word of thanks for his help; he perked up a bit as he picked up on the last part. 

“Of course. I couldn’t have the likes of him desecrating a sacred place in which thou doth reside.” 

“Mm, fancy.” It took (Y/n) a moment to process what he had said and stiffened up, their face growing a bit warm. “O-oh... you mean because you come here sometimes to write and I make sure people leave you alone, right?” 

“I do appreciate thy own actions, but thine creativity flows much more fluidly whenever thou are around.” 

(Y/n)’s face started to grow warmer as he smiled at them, eyes closing gently to accentuate the kindness behind his... peculiar words; once (Y/n) truly processed what he had said, they scratched the back of their neck and gave a small, nervous smile. What were they supposed to say to that in the first place? They started to get a bit more nervous as he made sure to lightly brush their hand in the exchange of money; their eyes grew wide whenever his smile turned into a smirk, his own emerald ones looking at them from beneath his lashes.  

“By the way, I truly am a psychic,” he leaned in close and whispered, “the greatest psychic around—Gentaro the Psychic, if I may be so bold—and I’ll be hearing from you later this morning.” 

Utter confusion painted on their face, he gave their hand a small pat before turning his back to them, making his way towards the door that Dice had come back in from. 

“Ah, good morning, Dice.” 

“We’ve already gone through this—nevermind. What took you so long?” 

“Hm? Oh. The management was just telling me that you’re no longer welcome here. Ever. In fact, you’ll be escorted off of the premises. Next time you’re seen around here, you’ll be arrested.” 

“What!” Dice screeched, watching Gentaro as he smiled and walked nonchalantly out of the door. 

“T'was but a lie.” He waved his hand, both to dismiss Dice’s cry of agony and subtly wave to (Y/n) in the process. 

After a long process of loud commotion, (Y/n) finally got to watch the pain in their side leave and felt instant relief followed by a long, heavy sigh. They locked the doors, started cleaning the café and finally went to count the cash register’s drawer before finally being able to go home and simply call it a day. 

Bill after bill, (Y/n) made notes of the counts before stopping in their tracks; among everything was a piece of paper, holding a name and a phone number, and nervously shoved it into their pocket. Counting afterwards was an absolute nightmare as their mind continued to wander to green eyes, the flow of traditional clothes, and the way their heart fluttered each time they couldn’t help but laugh. 

Outside of the café, they looked down at the newly placed number that lit up their phone screen. God dammit, he was a psychic. 

[labmousegirl]

i should clarify i have a friend named dice and i wanted to tag shit to show him later but i named the tag "dice the man" because 2/3rds of my mutuals are from hypmic tumblr so i thought people would assume i was tagging this cocomelon shit as dice arisugawa