#yamada ichiro
Text posts as hypmic, but illustrated, to channel out my brainrot
Some wips
quick doodle before i draw smth else
— hypmic: buster bros matching icons
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Owie.
gifs by kayecho
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 everyday~
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!!
I agree with all but Samatoki. HE COOKED FOR NEMU AND THE YAMADA SIBLINGS!! He is the chef master!!!! (at least he had to do it since Nemu asked, cant remember if the had dinner all toghether or not) And Ichiro learnt from him, mega headcanon. Dont try to change my mind.
Aaahhh, I kinda thought the he won’t bake stuff a lot ww I mean, he’s a great cook in canon but I’ve always rated his baking skills as meh wwwww But yeah, he is great at cooking!!
Jiro x ichiro.
I love them so much…
Yeah, i’m drowning into hypmic fandom (｡;▽;｡)♡.
Btw, the song is tomodachi, by kimura subaru (ichiro’s seiyuu)
Post link
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
