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hunterxmilo · 1 year
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All the Baby no Basket pairs are finally together! More babies means more shenanigans however I think our new members will actually help balance out the chaos the GOM can create by themselves.
(Finally finished everyone and I’m so happy how they all look together! I’ve finally slowed down and have time to think about what to be drawing next plus some commission plans and other things that might be coming up in the near future! But don’t worry! I already have another Baby no Basket piece ready for Feb.14th and another planned for a following holiday!)
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vespersposts · 2 years
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Suit up!
I admit, sometimes I indulge too much but...
Look at them!
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D's expression is just perfect.
Cheer up baby D, you look amazing!
Who's your fave?
@storyhuntress13, @kitakashi, @astaaaaa, @shakethatsassyass, @hoedorokishoto
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ni-kol-koru · 1 year
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spatio-rift · 2 years
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He might be an apologetic mushroom, but he gets the job done when he needs to!
Kurofes: Imayoshi | Wakamatsu | Sakurai | Susa
Using alisayamins scans for the page above! Below the cut is the transcription and a few notes. Hope you enjoy it 💓
He absolutely hates to lose! Touou Academy's commando captain!
Touou Academy's odd first year who apologizes as he swiftly shoots three-pointers!
PROFILE ● Height: 175cm ● Weight: 59kg ● Birthday: September 9 (Virgo) ● Blood type: A ● Motto: Don't do unto others what you don't want done unto you ● Favorite food: Loquat (also known as Japanese plum) ● Hobby: Drawing manga ● Special skill: Making character bento ● Best school subject: Art ● Committee: Physical education committee ● Family: Father, mother ● Dislikes: Fighting ● Special skill (basketball): Three-pointers ● Type of girls he likes: Soft girls (if youre familiar with the fuwafuwa onomatopoeia this is the term they use. meaning like, a girl with a soft tone of voice, has a warm and fluffy atmosphere around her, might smile a lot etc. cute in a fluffy way) ● How he spends his time off: Inking manga ● Why he started playing basketball: He read a basketball manga and thought it was cool ● Player he has his eye on: Hyuuga Junpei ● Special move: Quick-release shot
He keeps apologizing, yet fires three-pointers at lightning speed! He looks timid and meek, but hates to lose more than anyone! He boldly goes on the attack and the score keeps going up…!!
His girly interests put women to shame!? He brings his own character bento for lunch at the club. Is his popularity due to this gap between his coolness in games and cuteness in his everyday life!?
A word from Fujimaki-sensei! I like this guy, but I'm actually not a fan of characters like that usually so there isn't anyone like him in my works.
KUROtter!! He might be an apologetic mushroom, but he gets the job done when he needs to!  (Mx. I, Niigata prefecture)
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Tōō Academy Masterlist - Kuroko no Basuke
Hello Everyone, This is the Masterlist of my planned post and the link to the post of the scenarios. You also can see some of the symbols below.
🌹: Smut
🥀: Angst
🍭: Fluff
😂: Comedy
🧐: Random
🧸: Domestic
😐: Non-Specified
🗡️: Gore/Yandere
❤️: Romantic
Also, If you want a commission for a one-shot or a series, you can click this link:
Commission
Hello Everyone. I’m starting a commission. If you want a request, you can message me in here, Wattpad and Quotev.  I'm going to make a com
ERINA WRITES- HAIKYUU, HETALIA, KNB
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Aomine Daiki
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Taking care of Sick S/O 🍭❤️
Spending time with their S/O in Rainy Days🧸❤️🍭
Having an Unathletic S/O ❤️🍭🧐
Getting Jealous Headcannons🍭❤️
Dating Headcanons❤️🍭
Imayoshi Shoichi
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Taking care of Sick S/O 🍭❤️
S/O Visiting Them and The Team Didn't Know About Them Dating❤️🍭😂
Having an Unathletic S/O ❤️🍭🧐
Sakurai Ryō
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Taking care of Sick S/O 🍭❤️
Wakamatsu Kōsuke
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Susa Yoshinori
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Momoi Satsuki
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vamandi · 2 years
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ryō sakurai palette
"i'll be the one to win, 'cause i'm better, hmph!"
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tōō • imayoshi • wakamatsu • aomine • sakurai • momoi
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© VAMANDI. REBLOGS AND LIKES APPRECIATED. DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE ELSE.
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aokagasgf · 4 months
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(AU: Kagami attends at Touou Academy instead and Aomine is absent for their basketball practice again)
Sakurai: Aomine isn't answering his phone.
Kagami: I'll call.
Wakamastu: we all have been trying to call him six times each, what makes you thi-
Aomine: hello?
Wakamastu:
Momoi: I’m not even surprised.
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hotwaterandmilk · 1 year
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Ya Boy Kongming! by Ogawa Ryou & Yotsuba Yuto (Vol. 10, Kodansha USA, 2023)
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shrkichigo · 2 months
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Knb and pronouns
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Knb and pronouns (repost 💔)
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rixxxen · 1 year
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touou my best boys
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hunterxmilo · 1 year
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The last baby has finally built up enough courage to join the rest of the others! Little Sakurai is hoping the gifts he picked from the garden will help him become friends with everyone and make a good impression on the black panther. 
You got this little cub!
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raspberrylix · 3 months
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me too buddy
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tetsunabouquet · 1 year
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When Eyes Meet (Aomine Daiki)
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A/N: Hello. Hereby my first Aomine Daiki story. I’m fairly certain this one is especially too long for a drabble, and it’s supposed to be a 1 part thing for sure so I suppose this should be better classified as a one-shot. My first official one. Yay. Basic Instinct part 4 will be posted after my next planned headcanon. These past few weeks have been very emotionally draining, so I’m sorry for the slow posts.  The soulmate concept itself is inspired by the American comic series ElfQuest and if this one-shot gets popular enough, I’ll make one about the rest of the GOM + Light & Shadow pair.  Murasakibara - Kise - Kagami - Kuroko - Akashi - Midorima For as long as mankind could remember, they had always had two names. One used by everyone, and one more intimate, special. The name of their soul. This was a name one would only share with their parents, perhaps a sibling or a friend as close as a sibling. But as long as people could remember having soul names, they could also remember the phenomenon that was Recognition. Recognition was when two people would lock their eyes, and somehow, they'd know the other's soul name. Recognition usually led to a lifelong romance. It was, as society dubbed it, 'the moment you knew you found your soulmate.' Many people had wondered how Recognition worked. There seemed no pattern, no rule. Some people Recognized upon first glance, others did after already knowing their partner for a while. Some even had known the person they Recognized since childhood. It just happened. Being the romantic type, you had always wondered just who you would Recognise. All Recognized couples looked so happy, it seemed like there was a superior type of romance about it. It made fairy tales with their talk about true love, make a lot more sense. You hadn't found yours yet, but you hadn't given up hope at all. In fact, you were actively chasing any guy who caught your fancy, in the hope it would happen. You had currently been crushing on one guy for over a year now. Ryo Sakurai. He wasn't in your class, neither this year or the previous one, but the two of you had been the only first years back at the art club, so you hung out during club activities. And, unfortunately... "Looking nice today as usual." It resulted in THAT. You glared as you turnt around at your classmate. Daiki Aomine, a simpleton who only ever had eyes for your chest, and Ryo's teammate at the basketball club, had been assigned to your class as second years. Because of your mutual acquaintance, you had caught his interest during the first day of your new school year, and he had been oggling your chest ever since. With a huff, you sat at your seat, which was right in front of him. How you hated your life.
Classes had went by with their usual monotonous pace. Almost none of the teachers at To-Oh really had a passion for their subject, and one could tell. They droned on the subject in a way that made you wonder if they were as bored being there as their students. You couldn't wait to go to art club, and you hurried your way to the club room immediately, not noticing a bored Aomine trailing behind you. You sat at your usual seat, putting your bag down and rummaging in it to find your favourite pencil brush, when it happened. The girl next to you accidentally dropped her paint all over you and your bag. You looked up, seeing a palette with way too much green paint on it that was made thinner with water, looking almost like spinache. The culprit was Eri Nakamura, a girl who irritated you to no end. She was a 3rd year, and the only one who didn't cared about art at all. Her stepfather owned some kind of advertisement company, and because Eri was his only child, he wanted her to have the proper skills to take over in case they couldn't find her a husband with the required skillset. Because illustration and photography were elements that came to play in advertisement as well, this was one of the extra curricular activities Eri was forced to participate in. Not that it garnered any sympathy, as Eri was a lazy, spoilt liar. Eri typically used the medication she took as an excuse. She'd often claim she was too tired to finish with her art because of the influence of her meds and was excused to go home earlier every single time. All of you had believed her, until Chika, your best friend who you once had confided in about Eri's superior attitude, had spotted her after school. Eri hadn't gone home, no, she had gone shopping with her big brother. And you did not believe it was just a random time where she had been lying. Last year, when the club was having an art exhibit alongside the other schools in Tokyo, she barely lifted a finger to wrap in the art projects your class would be displaying, and instead she had been on her phone and her sole focus was sewing the school's Kanji onto your club's painting approns. It had been planned on an unfortunate day, where almost nobody could actually go. Only you and Eri were available, and Ryo showed up for a few hours but needed to leave because of the Inter High. Eri left pretty quickly after Ryo did, claiming she was 'too tired' to continue. Leaving you as the only student to assist Kiryu-Sensei and his friend from his art school days that had come in assistance for the rest of the day. It had been a lot, and Kiryu-Sensei had sent you home a half hour earlier because you were about to collapse out of exhaustion. During the next art club meeting, when Kiryu-Sensei praised your efforts, Eri had butted and pointed out she had sewn the Kanji onto the approns that no one had actually worn. That moment had cemented one truth about Eri in your mind, she was the type who'd stand by to have you do all the work and then she wanted credit and praise for the one tiny thing she did, overshadowing the actual hard workers. She also often would leave her art supplies for others to clean up. You heavily disliked her. "Eh Ryo, Wakamatsu told me to...Ow," Aomine became silent as he entered the club room, taking note of you covered by watered down green paint. The entire room was silent for a moment, until Kiryu-Sensei approached you. "L/N-san, please don't panic. Does somebody had a spare change of clothes? I think it would be best for L/N-san to take a shower before the paint in her hair will dry." You tried not to panic at the reminder. Gosh, that would take forever to get out otherwise. Aomine stood beside you in an instant, surprising you. "My friend Momoi accidentally brought her spare uniform instead of her P.E. clothes today, she'll certainly allow L/N to borrow it." You blinked at your unexpected savior as you stood up, clutching your ruined school bag. "Awe, you're so sweet Aomine." Eri's nauseating voice breathed out in a flirty manner, making it even more tempting to punch her face. "Pfft. Are you going to apologize or what?" He asked at her, annoyance lacing his tone. This encounter was surprising you more with each passing second. Eri stared at him with as much shock as you felt, and turnt around to you. "Sorry L/N." You didn't believe it to be very sincere, considering drooling over Aomine had taken her priorities. "You better buy me a new bag, and pay me back the uniform costs." You huffed and spun on your heels, walking out of the room in case she wanted to protest, which you wouldn't allow her to do. No way that bitch wasn't repaying you. Aomine followed.
Aomine's earlier words had been true, Momoi had brought her spare uniform. You rinsed your hair under the showers at the girls locker room, the fumes of your anger blending in with the steam of the hot water. All the things you wanted to say to Eri were overflowing in your mind, and the frustration that you had mutual friends which ensured that you, on occasion, were forced to hang out with that stupid cunt. Her shocked and slightly dissapointed look had been the satisfying bit about your interaction with her. HAH! You viewed yourself being above the childish, 'Aomine doesn't like youuuu!', but still, somehow, him mirroring your annoyance made you feel satisfied. But why did it felt nice to have that pervert pick your side? Why did your heart flutter when he hunted down Momoi for you? Sure, he was attractive, but he was a pervert. One who'd even pointed out you weren't that far behind on Momoi in the chest departement, and seemed of a similar build so the uniform jacket wouldn't be too ridiculously big on you. You hit him when he said that, yet your cheeks were burning at the memory as you were alone with your thoughts. He was a pervert, that was for sure, yet, for some reason, he was also the guy who seemed to defend them from harm, wether bitchy girls or other perverts who couldn't keep their hands to themselves. You had seen him defend Momoi countless times. Now that you thought about it, it seemed rather intersting, almost like a paradox. 'Wait a minute, did I just thought of Daiki Aomine as interesting? That idiot?' You shook your head at the thought, water droplets flying into all directions. Yet, he seemed to seep in through the cracks of your fury, seemed to calm you down and get you to feel embarrassed at the idea he could be waiting outside of the locker room. Idea, or hope? You tried not thinking at all, and went to dress yourself. The thoughts of him only seemed to sink in further in your mind, and you tried to shoo them off. 'He's not waiting for me. I shouldn't be so silly. Why would he do that, he already fixed my issue. Besides, he had something to discuss with Ryo anyways. He mentioned Wakamatsu, so it must be about basketball.' You couldn't help but omit a small sigh, as you grabbed your ruined bag, which had dried by now, thankfully. As you made your way out of the locker room, your eyes widened upon the sight of an awaiting Aomine. You let out a small breath out of the pleasant surprise. 'Pleasant?' "Yeah, just like I thought. It's not ill-fitting." He eyed you up and down, and you looked at him. "Thank you for waiting for me, but I'm too emotionally exhausted to deal with your perversion." He chuckled, giving you a small smirk. "Don't worry, I won't do anything. Besides, I could have entered the locker room easily, yet I didn't, did I?" "No." "Did the paint leak through you bag?" He asked, surprising you he thought of that. "No," you answered once more, but with a slight smile on your face this time. "Good." His expression softened and your heart fluttered, your smile widening. 'Does Aomine actually have a soft side to him?' You wondered, as you searched his blue eyes for sincerity. 'They're actually a really nice kind of blue...' And as you looked into those eyes, allowing yourself to see Aomine without the usual judgement and caution, it happened. "Rehl?" He asked, his lips quirking up. "Imo?" You asked, the name coming to you all of a sudden before you began giggling out of happiness. Aomine was smiling broadly at you. "This is great. I had always been worried I'd Recognize a flatchest." You hit him, but more softly then you usually would do. "Go out with me on a date before you start making such comments. I told you I'm not in the mood, and Recognition did NOT change my mind." "Sure babe." He carried a stupid, happy grin on his face, but as you thought about it, you imagined you probably had the same expression on your face. "Do you have anything on Saturday?" You inquired. "I do now." He winked, and you giggled in response, high on the happiness. 'Seems I judged him too quickly. All this time of searching, yet judging him by his cover was the one hindrance.' You gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Sorry, for judging you too quickly." His cheeks carried a slight twinge of red as he escorted you back to the art club. As he talked with Ryo about the training camp the coach was planning, he kept glancing at you. Your cheeks were as red as his, no doubt. That's just the feeling, of finding true love.
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hatsumishinogu · 5 months
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Yancha Danshi no Tenazukekata
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drawthemfatter · 2 months
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Clean Your Plate - Sakurai - Knb
His grandmother always insisted he have seconds because he was a “growing boy,” and leaving a single bite on the plate was inexcusable. He stuffed himself every meal, never noticing that his belly wasn’t the only thing growing. The portions were too. When the plates were too full, she bought bigger ones. When those were full, she would plop the leftovers on his plate or serve them later to “avoid waste.” He learned to wear an elastic waistband to meals, but those still left angry red marks and ripped sometimes. Every meal left him too sleepy and full to leave the table, so he often dozed and rubbed his protruding belly, which kept swallowing more and more of his lap. When he woke up after breakfast, he’d slowly lift his body up and force it into his school uniform. Every so often, he noticed his clothes stopped trying to squeeze him to death. He figured his grandmother bought him new ones. She had, and it made it easier for him to ignore his growth. She drove him to school too, since walking all that distance tired him out. After his after-lunch or dinner nap, he lumbered to the couch or his room to watch tv or study. His grandmother always brought soda, milk, or heavy cream and a plate of sweets, despite the fact he already had dessert. He usually kept a bag of chips in his room too. The snacks were the only thing keeping him awake enough to study. His belly pleaded with him to stop eating, but grades were important. When he finished, he laid down and rubbed it until he fell asleep. It had no choice but to grow bigger and heavier. Getting up became a tiring task. He paused several times on the stairs at school to catch his breath and wipe the sweat from his forehead. P.E. was impossible. Just walking a lap made him look and sound like he’d just run five miles. The teacher usually sent him to get water and sit down, worried what would happen if he didn’t let the boy rest. After class, the teacher would pull him aside sometimes and grab his fat or poke it, lecturing him about health and weight. Sakurai ignored it and went to get his snack. Bullies sometimes forced him to eat or drink weird things like the time a kid stole sticks of butter from the kitchen and made him eat it. Sometimes he ended up in the nurses office with a stomach ache and nausea. She too lectured him endlessly. But when he got home, he ate his after school snack, dinner, dessert, and evening snack like always and watched his belly swell with tons of unneeded calories.
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danielle-b · 10 months
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✿⁠ ᴴᵒⁿᵉʸ & ᶜˡᵒᵛᵉʳ ²⁰⁰⁶ ✿⁠
【 ハチミツとクローバー 】
DIR: Masahiro Takada.
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