100% basketball doggie

—{{ Coughs right. A follow forever. I’m honestly not kidding when I say I’ve been really really looking forward and excited to do this. Think of it as an appreciation post, to my senpais, my rp partners and roleplayers I admire and hope to have the chance to roleplay with someday. KnB is the first and only fandom so far that I’ve expended so much time and dedication to and I’m honestly glad that I’ve met who I’ve met and befriended those I have. In the past three months, I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, I’ve fucked up shit and made up and I just wanna say a big thank you to you all who have talked to me, roleplayed with me, stood by me, got my head out of my ass and spoiled me endless ehehehe. Right look at this wall of text lmao okay I’ll stop rambling now =w=.

The Honorary 'Senpais'

resonatingmirage | intimidatingcaptain | ace-kagami-taiga | kaijo-kise | touou-goban

The 'I-can't-live-without-you' RP partners

zonedtaiga | lookatmytaiguns | thenavyking | sixteenth-jersey | noblessedenightingale | theshadowunderneath

People you should be following and if you're not you're losing out

          Guess that’s what they call mutual understanding huh, Tetsu?

          No words were spoken between man and dog as wistful cobalts watched the malamute drag its lethargic body towards the windows that were shaded behind heavy curtains, save for the small stream of light that shone through the slight gap.

          He was a dog that loved the outdoors, loved basketball with all his heart.

          Hands parted the heavy drapes for the first time in a very long while — even Aomine himself had no idea when was the last time he’s touched the heavy fabric at all. The living room was immediately lit up with the mid-afternoon sunlight that almost blinded his eyes that were so accommodated to slight dimness.

          Even a Light can lose his light, too.

          “Oi Nigou.” The cop called out, ruffling the hound on the head as he passed him, plopping his body down upon the couch right beside the spot the animal was laying on. “I know you can’t really play basketball anymore and stuff like that, y’know?” There were times Aomine lacked delicacy, and this was one of those times. But he didn’t pause to consider much before continuing, picking up the remote and turning the TV on.

     Very nostalgic.

Oh, how it reminded him of the mornings Nigou had spent with Kuroko, opening the curtain by the bed with his paws and claws. The canine reminded himself quietly on how he used to be mesmerized by the particles, visible only when under the sun's brilliance. He missed it, oh he did, indeed. But now, the teal-haired kindergarten teacher was no longer around.

     'What a cruel world,' Raven colored ears would catch people say. 

Feeble neck tilted up slightly, and ears picked up the familiar sound of bouncing balls coming from the square screen. Wild cheers reached the old dog, and black-white tail started to swish left and right, what seemed to be a longing look sparkled within Kuroko-esque eyes. Not long after, a whine escaped-- Nigou couldn't help but feel helpless-- he couldn't even stand up properly, couldn't even bark excitedly the way he used to-- 

     'He didn't deserve to die like that,'  Such whispers he'd hear left and right.

Seemingly anemic limbs tried to prop his whole weight up, wobbling ever so slightly as he prodded up to the TV. His eyes were unusually wide, and surges of emotions stormed into his heart, causing his trembling knees to drop themselves on the messy floor. Sitting in front of the flashing box, Nigou threw his head back and howled in a deep, melancholic tone. The pain, the desire, the longing, and the feeling of uselessness; everything was clumped together so agonizingly.

{ Master, master, will my wails be unheard? My friend, my light, my partner; the one who loved me unconditionally, the one who cared for me as if I were his own. Master, master, will my wails be unheard? I beg you, I beg you... come home soon. }

                                                                                                                 'The poor dog,'

                                                             'The poor dog,'

Stop reposting Chiboshi-san’s (ちぼし) art!! They have tumblr ——> lilychicbounze.. And it’s stated EVEN on their profile on pixiv.. Are you so blind to NOT see it? They DON’T allow any reposting.. So please stop this and respect artist’s wish!! ‘Cause I won’t become tired to spam every of you, who allow themselves reposting not even care ‘bout what the owner asks not to do..

Also… do not repost Hanamori-san’s (花森) art as well.. They wrote openly, that they don’t want anyone to use and repost their art.. Especially if some of you allow to repost even without source and telling me ‘I didn’t know the source’ isn’t an exuce for you..

"Thank you for shopping with us!"

The call rang out as Hyuuga stepped out of the convenience store, Nigou at his heels. He had no reason to buy snacks, but… No, he had a reason. A long bus ride without any food meant that Coach probably packed some homemade snacks. And that never bode well for anyone. So hopefully, with a bag stockpiled with snacks, the deadly poison could be avoided.

"Arf! Arrr arf!"

He glanced down at the clothed dog, looking back in the direction where Nigou was running toward when he realized just what those urgent barks were for. The bus Seirin needed to take in order to get to the train station, and then to the training lodge was revving up, ready to leave.

"Ah—! Wait!!" Hyuuga ran over quickly, picking up Nigou along the way, and tried to force his way onto the crowded front steps leading up into it. "Hey, wai- Can you- I need- My friends are there- Oof!" And, as he was fighting for a place in the bus, an arm pushed back, and suddenly the captain was flat on his ass, sitting on the curb.

He looked up at the closing doors of the bus, only to see the menacing glare of a group of old ladies with grocery bags. Scary…

"O-Oi, no wait! I need to be on this bus!" He didn’t know this part of town! And, patting down his pockets, he realized— "Goddamnit, Kiyoshi! My wallet!" —that he had handed over his wallet before running to get snacks with a bill in hand. 

"Ahaha, sorry~ Try to meet up later, okay?" The brunet could hear the annoying voice call from the distance as the bus pulled away, and Hyuuga could only let out an aggravated sigh. He put Nigou back on the ground, pulling himself up. At least the address was in his phone, but he didn’t have internet, and Coach had the directions.

     "Thank you for shopping with us!"

What the tiny canine expected to be a peaceful walk back to the bus stop was absolutely a shipwreck. Almost immediately, Kuroko-esque eyes noticed the lack of waiting team members and people shuffling into the bus. With that, Nigou's tail shot up and he barked loudly thrice, racing for the bus entrance, knowing that the captain will follow suit.

Oh-- well then. A yelp had escaped the malamute's pup at suddenly being picked up, body turning frigid for a few seconds before realizing that it was just Seirin's beloved Shooting Guard. What seemed to be a frown graced his muzzle as he dangled from Hyuuga's arm, some whines and growls in between as he tried to squish between the crowd. When the teen fell, yet another yelp of surprise emitted.

Sigh. So much for trying to go inside the bus. Raven-colored ears dropped back at the loud noises and words of sheer frustration the grocery-wielding human was making, and was well-- oblivious to the scary aura a gang of old ladies in the bus was emitting. Ah, alright, maybe the pup did and slunk back a bit to hide behind Hyuuga.

    'This is great.'

How many times did this happen to Nigou? Right, twice; once alone and this time with Hyuuga. Said hound's ears perked up at the sound of his name, looking up at Hyuuga with a hopeless gaze at his question. It wasn't like the dog could do anything about the situation, you know? Except company the other through what's about to come at least.