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HypMic is the best!! I love these guys so much <3
represent ikebukuro!
big bro in the house yo
Funeral.
Since we have cooking already, can these idiots bake?
Buster Bros!!!
Ichirou: Yes. YES. Y E S.
Jirou: Eeeh…No www
Saburou: Hmm…Once he helped Ichirou make cookies for Jirou but that’s about it
MAD TRIGGER CREW
Samatoki: He can manage?
Jyuuto: Nope.
Rio:Survival cooking
Fling Posse
Ramuda: Like I said before, that’s the only thing he can do in the kitchen wwww
Gentaro: He can make stuff like konpeito
Dice: No??
Matenrou
Jakurai: He’s not that good at it ww
Hifumi: Perfect Waifu
Doppo: He bakes Hifumi a cake for his birthday everytime~
Bad Ass Temple
Kuuko:No
Jyuushi: Yes! He makes very cute things!
Hitoya: Uhhh…No? ww
Dotsuitare Hompo
Sasara: He makes hard candy with Rosho sometimes!
Rosho: He’s good at it www
Rei: …
Chuuoku/The Party of Words
Otome: Not really..wwwww
Ichijuku: Yeah no ww
Nemu: Yes!!
Buster Bros!!!
Ichirou: Yes. Definitely. This boi can cook you up a three-course meal with ease. And everything will taste amazing-
Jirou: I mean…He can try? He’s not bad at it but he’s not that good at it
Saburou: He can make cup ramen and that’s it.
MAD TRIGGER CREW
Samatoki: He’s surprisingly really good at it!
Jyuuto: He can make stuff like pasta and maybe a decent breakfast
Rio:Survival cooking
Fling Posse
Ramuda: The only thing he can do properly is bake and that’s it
Gentaro: The only member in Fling Posse who can actually make a proper meal- And he’s great at it!
Dice: Most of the time when he tries to cook the whole house is burning down. If it doesn’t, his cooking is still ‘meh’. He learns from Rio~!
Matenrou:
Jakurai: Sensei is great at cooking!
Hifumi: Come on, he’s a perfect waifu
Doppo: He’s uhh..pretty decent at it
Bad Ass Temple:
Kuuko: Nope. No way. Do NOT let him near the kitchen.
Jyuushi: He makes really cute stuff! Like, cute kyara-ben with Amanda shaped stuff! He cries if he messes up though
Hitoya: He’s a pretty decent cook.
Dotsuitare Hompo
Sasara: It depends on who he’s eating with. With Rosho? Amazing. With Rei? Nope.
Rosho: He’s like..really good at it unless someone is watching him cook
Rei: His cooking skills are as good as his parenting skills.
Chuuoku/Party of Words
Otome: She’s decent
Ichijuku: Good. She doesn’t cook a lot though
Nemu: Waifu material.
all my entries for @hypmichomage, a digital Hypnosis Mic charity anthology I ran! The theme was to recreate rap album covers by drawing Hypnosis Mic characters. Here we have…
- Saburo as Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Hamilton
- Samatoki as Kendrick Lamar’s Swimming Pools (Drank)
- Otome and The Dirty Dawg as M.I.A’s Kala
Buy the anthology on itchio for pay-what-you-want!
Funds are donated to Musicians Without Borders.
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And that’s how the Buster Bros ruined Christmas.
Drawn for a HypMic holiday exchange~
reblogging for Xmas
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Hypmic As Tarot Cards [Part 1]
Buster Bros:
Mad Trigger Crew
Matenro:
Art by Twitter @die4_
Part 1 part 2
Here is a Bot Generate SamaIchi fic. Take It.
A Corncerning Fanfiction
Ichiro Yamada was thinking about Samatoki Aohitsugi again. Samatoki was a hungry Yakuza with wide dick and dirty hair.
Ichiro walked over to the window and reflected on his bustling surroundings. He had always loved crowded Ikebukuro with its oily, obedient owls. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the hungry figure of Samatoki Aohitsugi.
Ichiro gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a special, tight-fisted, Coke drinker with a handsome dick and beautiful hair. His friends saw him as a giant, grieving God amongst men. Once, he had even brought a wizard Saburo back from the brink of death.
But not even a special person who had once brought a wizard Saburo back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Samatoki had in store today.
The foggy teased like gyrating pigeons, making Ichiro unstable. Ichiro grabbed a tiny microphone that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Ichiro stepped outside and Samatoki came closer, he could see the stormy glint in his eye.
Samatoki gazed with the affection of 3316 mean ripe rabbits. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want affection.”
Ichiro looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the tiny microphone. “Samatoki, I want to Marry you,” he replied.
They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two old, obnoxious Owls sleeping at a very stupid dinner party, which had japanese Rap music playing in the background and two bold uncles smiling to the beat.
Ichiro regarded Samatoki’s tall Dick and dirty hair. “I feel the same way!” revealed Ichiro with a delighted grin.
Samatoki looked sleepy, his emotions blushing like an oily, old shoe.
Then Samatoki came inside for a nice drink of Coke.
THE END
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