#burning kabaddi

[shintaru]

I want to write a fanfic that’s so sad that the fandom can’t forget about for years after just like Haikyuu’s “in another life” fanfic.

[dash-asaren]

i finally read through burning kabady!!

I love all members but most wanna to draw is Ojo Masato.

[theboredhooman]

okay but actually what’s with how fruity every sport anime in existence is

[battampria]

NECROANGELZ'S EDITING EVENT

yeehaw haw last day of @necroangelz's event woo!!

the prompt was a character from an underrated media that no one edits or a character that shares a birthday as you

no this is not some ripoff sports tokyo ghoul or whatever tf this is ojo masato and hes a silly, stong, short man. (i hope kabaddi fans exist...)

[ya9amicide]

god I love sports animes so much

[faynke]

Iura holds the photo over Yoigoshis head until he mans up and confesses.

[ojo10vyn12]

=)✌💭

[nitunio]

BY THE WAY. if any of you ever see any kostin-looking guy in any sort of media (identifiers: middle aged, glasses, tired eyes or eyes closed at all times, middle part hair any size but. yknow the. ponytail or long hair arethe best)

send me them. you will receive a reward (unspecified)

[findroleplay]

been a while so i’m re-posting ! ^^

greetings my fellow roleplay lovers ^^ ! i’m a 19 year old high school graduate just about to go into university and i have a big gap of doing nothing until then so i thought i’d reach out and connect with people over roleplay !

i don’t have many requirements, all i ask is that you be 18+ and write semi-literate or literately. at least a paragraph is required ! i only do oc x canon and we’ll be doubling up for it ! also i love plotting or chatting ooc ! im here to make friends out of my writing partners so if that’s not your cup of tea, i’m probably not the best partner for you. also discord rp is fine with me although i’m pretty new to it ^^

replies aren’t a problem, i have my own life and you have yours so please take as much time as you need and i mean that, you could take a whole year off and come back to ask to write with me and i’d be more than happy to ^^ !

now fandoms i’m into/looking writing partners for:

⭐️ record of ragnarok

⭐️ blue lock

⭐️ jjba

⭐️ bnha

⭐️ kuroko no basket

⭐️ burning kabaddi

⭐️ haikyuu

⭐️ demon slayer

⭐️ jujutsu kaisen

⭐️ tokyo revengers

⭐️ free! iwatobi swim club

⭐️ vanitas no carte

⭐️ fruits basket

⭐️ bungou stray dogs

⭐️ black clover

⭐️ assassination classroom

⭐️ ohshc

⭐️ dance with devils

⭐️ beyblade burst/evolution

⭐️ fire force

⭐️ full metal alchemist brotherhood

⭐️ yowamushi pedal

leave a like and i’ll reach out to you !

_

[wttcsms]

hi can you recommend any good sport animes or just any good but kinda light hearted animes. i’ve always wanted to get into anime but never really did. i did however watch all of haikyuu and loved it sm since i’m a huge fan of volleyball. i also came across your page a few days ago and it kinda motivated me to get more familiar with different animes. i love the short imagine thingys you post

i would say my most favorite, light hearted animes would be a tie between attack on titan, chainsaw man, and jujutsu kaisen 🫶🏻

haha but in all seriousness!!! saiki k is a very good slice of life anime. i love fruits basket as well + if you want a sport anime that has similar silly vibes that hq sometimes has, i HIGHLY recommend burning kabaddi + oblivion battery!! there are some serious moments ofc, but on par or slightly less seriousness than haikyuu. i wouldn’t call this one similar but a lot of my silly posts are related to blue lock, which i am OBSESSED with. not necessarily people’s first thought for sports anime, but mf ghost is a nice, exciting short anime to watch if you’re into racing cars!!

[hyatoro]

Excuse me but do you have any voice headcanon for your OCs?

I’ll drop the VA and then the particular role that I used as an example, because some of these bitches have range. I specifically listened to a bunch of anime voice actor quizzes to do this for y’all. 

Franklin Russell

Yoshitsugu Matsuoka - Natsuki Hashiba (Nijiro Days)

Cheerful, Happy, Nothing that would raise your guard.

Hwang Minsu

Nobuhiko Okamoto - Masato Ojo (Burning Kabaddi) Specifically when he’s burnt out.

Kouki Uchiyama - Benedict Blue (Violet Evergarden) When he isn’t super expressive.

Soft and tired

Kayden Nguyen

Kappei Yamaguchi - L (Death Note)

Shouya Chiba -  Makio Tanihara (Horimiya)

Similar to Minsu in that he’s tired, but with a hint more NEET to it. If that makes sense. 

Augustine Carver

Tatsuhisa Suzuki - Ban (Seven Deadly Sins) / Zenon Zogratis (Black Clover)

Something with some bass but isn’t like Dio from JJBA. For the most part he’s cool-headed so ignore the moments where the character goes crazy and focus on the chill parts. 

[shintaru]

I’m down horrendously bad for these underrated characters

[littleeyesofpallas]

Shakunetsu KABADDI[灼熱カバディ]

Burning Kabaddi

[haru-se]

List of Sports Anime on this Blog

I will update this list as I go.

Completed Watching/Updated:

Free!

Haikyuu!!

Kuroko no Basuke/Kuroko’s Basketball

Yuri!!! On Ice

Prince of Stride: Alternative

Keppeki Danshi! Aoyama-kun/Clean Freak! Aoyama-kun

Tsurune: Kazemai High School’s Kyuudo Club

Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru/Run with the Wind

Number24

Yowamushi Pedal

Blue Lock

Taiso Samurai

SK8 the Infinity

Bakuten!!

Wave!!: Surfing Yappe!!/Wave!!: Let’s Go Surfing!!

Burning Kabaddi

Overtake!

[desifleabag]

I always thought, "What's so cool about shaving your body?" But also, back of the mind, my insecurity of having a body hair and toxic beauty standards aunt were banging my head on the door of self-love. I wanted to try and then have an opinion about shaving. It started with a lot of contemplating and resistance, but I finally took a step yesterday. I asked my friends to guide me through the process. They told me what razor to use to take care of cuts while shaving. From video calling them to buy which type of razor to searching how to shave on YouTube, it was fun and embarrassing at the same time. Finally, this morning, I took the razor and started shaving with utter excitement and an anxious face because razor cuts are kind of painful.

While I was shaving my body, I felt something I don't know how to express, but it was like visiting a storeroom in your house after a couple of decades. You visit that storeroom, and you find your old broken pink cycle, summer mat, video games, old television stickered with a kitty sticker, unfinished jigsaw puzzle, first love letter in your 4th-grade book, father's broken glasses, and used makeup products of mother in a cardboard box and what not, which reminds you of a lot of things you have become and how much you have outgrown the things you were so attached to.

I felt the same when I visited my body today. Some terrible flashbacks and some bunch of stupid and funny memories. I started shaving from my leg. I realized one day my father bought me new Barbie shoes, and the day I wore them for a few hours, it started paining a lot, and I got some good blisters, corns, and calluses. My foot got some permanent scars, but the good thing is I never saw my father that much happy when he bought those shoes after his salary. When I started shaving my calf, I remembered one day I was waiting for my school bus. Beside me, there were a bunch of motorbikes. I was just playing around until my school bus came. While playing, I got a burn from a silencer on my left calf. Oh lord, it was painful. I went to school with that pain but couldn't tell the reason why I was crying in the classroom. I thought people would never understand my hurt. I think today also it's difficult to speak about why I am crying. After that, I saw my knees. There were a bunch of scars on the left and right knees. I remember I didn't play much in my high school days, but whenever I played, I got hurt brutally while playing football, basketball, kabaddi, Kho Kho, and volleyball. But oh god, those days were beautiful. It was easy to heal those hurts than these days in my college where I am not physically hurt but emotionally hurt. Coming to thighs and touching them made me cry. I never thought someone touching me there would make me feel so terrible in my adultelescent days. After that incident, making love with someone feels impossible now, but I want to make love until my body says, "This is what you deserve, this love, the comforting touches to make you realize you deserve to be loved after that incident." Some scars don't have to be visible to be taken care of. They are just left there alone and given some time to heal.

When I started shaving my hands, I realized I had hair on my fingers, which really made me feel about myself after doing a handshake with anyone. At the age of 10, I started feeling touch-starved, and I never did handshakes. I looked at my forearms. I know when I was a kid, I hated razors, blades, injections. They were so scary and painful, but I still don't understand how I got the courage to self-harm myself with a blade? When I saw them, I felt I was so helpless, hopeless, and cruel to myself. I wish I could hug that 16-year-old of me. She didn't realize she was turning into a dreadful monster, which she is not. I know she would think a hundred times to kill a bug. After that, I saw my upper arm. There were some scratches of nails. I know I would never be an ideal daughter to my family, but after I spilled milk on the floor, I never thought that would bring me permanent scars. My mother dragged me, holding my upper arm, through the kitchen to the drawing room, while I got hurt with her long nails. After that, I hesitate to drink milk and have nails. I think because they will hurt someone. Later, I saw my shoulders. I remember I have huge stretch marks, and I shared with him one day. He saw my eyes were teary that they would create a lake of hatred from a decade. He didn't get scared with the huge lake of hatred but yet made peace with it and sat beside me. He said, "I like your stretch marks because I also have them. We have spring rolls in our homebody which people don't have." He made me giggle a bit, but after that, I just couldn't stop thinking about kissing him. He made me believe those lyrics from the golden hour, "She's got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night. I don't need no light to see you shine."

Finally, after shaving my legs and arms, there were some tears falling and a wide smile on my face. I never thought visiting my body like this would make me feel so closer and happy in myself. It's true, the body keeps the scores. After taking a good shower and moisturizing my skin, I could see the scars and marks, but I gave myself a warm hug. My skin, thighs, and legs seemed so soft after moisturizing. I was touching them after a decade so softly and gently, just like how I carry a baby in my arms. I finally understood one of my therapy sessions with my therapist, that loving someone or loving yourself is a choice. You have to either hate or love yourself at the end of the day. And after years of self-harm, I chose to love myself and my body.

[alizeh-tu-badi-mushkil-hai]

I always thought, "What's so cool about shaving your body?" But also, back of the mind, my insecurity of having a body hair and toxic beauty standards aunt were banging my head on the door of self-love. I wanted to try and then have an opinion about shaving. It started with a lot of contemplating and resistance, but I finally took a step yesterday. I asked my friends to guide me through the process. They told me what razor to use to take care of cuts while shaving. From video calling them to buy which type of razor to searching how to shave on YouTube, it was fun and embarrassing at the same time. Finally, this morning, I took the razor and started shaving with utter excitement and an anxious face because razor cuts are kind of painful.

While I was shaving my body, I felt something I don't know how to express, but it was like visiting a storeroom in your house after a couple of decades. You visit that storeroom, and you find your old broken pink cycle, summer mat, video games, old television stickered with a kitty sticker, unfinished jigsaw puzzle, first love letter in your 4th-grade book, father's broken glasses, and used makeup products of mother in a cardboard box and what not, which reminds you of a lot of things you have become and how much you have outgrown the things you were so attached to.

I felt the same when I visited my body today. Some terrible flashbacks and some bunch of stupid and funny memories. I started shaving from my leg. I realized one day my father bought me new Barbie shoes, and the day I wore them for a few hours, it started paining a lot, and I got some good blisters, corns, and calluses. My foot got some permanent scars, but the good thing is I never saw my father that much happy when he bought those shoes after his salary. When I started shaving my calf, I remembered one day I was waiting for my school bus. Beside me, there were a bunch of motorbikes. I was just playing around until my school bus came. While playing, I got a burn from a silencer on my left calf. Oh lord, it was painful. I went to school with that pain but couldn't tell the reason why I was crying in the classroom. I thought people would never understand my hurt. I think today also it's difficult to speak about why I am crying. After that, I saw my knees. There were a bunch of scars on the left and right knees. I remember I didn't play much in my high school days, but whenever I played, I got hurt brutally while playing football, basketball, kabaddi, Kho Kho, and volleyball. But oh god, those days were beautiful. It was easy to heal those hurts than these days in my college where I am not physically hurt but emotionally hurt. Coming to thighs and touching them made me cry. I never thought someone touching me there would make me feel so terrible in my adultelescent days. After that incident, making love with someone feels impossible now, but I want to make love until my body says, "This is what you deserve, this love, the comforting touches to make you realize you deserve to be loved after that incident." Some scars don't have to be visible to be taken care of. They are just left there alone and given some time to heal.

When I started shaving my hands, I realized I had hair on my fingers, which really made me feel about myself after doing a handshake with anyone. At the age of 10, I started feeling touch-starved, and I never did handshakes. I looked at my forearms. I know when I was a kid, I hated razors, blades, injections. They were so scary and painful, but I still don't understand how I got the courage to self-harm myself with a blade? When I saw them, I felt I was so helpless, hopeless, and cruel to myself. I wish I could hug that 16-year-old of me. She didn't realize she was turning into a dreadful monster, which she is not. I know she would think a hundred times to kill a bug. After that, I saw my upper arm. There were some scratches of nails. I know I would never be an ideal daughter to my family, but after I spilled milk on the floor, I never thought that would bring me permanent scars. My mother dragged me, holding my upper arm, through the kitchen to the drawing room, while I got hurt with her long nails. After that, I hesitate to drink milk and have nails. I think because they will hurt someone. Later, I saw my shoulders. I remember I have huge stretch marks, and I shared with him one day. He saw my eyes were teary that they would create a lake of hatred from a decade. He didn't get scared with the huge lake of hatred but yet made peace with it and sat beside me. He said, "I like your stretch marks because I also have them. We have spring rolls in our homebody which people don't have." He made me giggle a bit, but after that, I just couldn't stop thinking about kissing him. He made me believe those lyrics from the golden hour, "She's got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night. I don't need no light to see you shine."

Finally, after shaving my legs and arms, there were some tears falling and a wide smile on my face. I never thought visiting my body like this would make me feel so closer and happy in myself. It's true, the body keeps the scores. After taking a good shower and moisturizing my skin, I could see the scars and marks, but I gave myself a warm hug. My skin, thighs, and legs seemed so soft after moisturizing. I was touching them after a decade so softly and gently, just like how I carry a baby in my arms. I finally understood one of my therapy sessions with my therapist, that loving someone or loving yourself is a choice. You have to either hate or love yourself at the end of the day. And after years of self-harm, I chose to love myself and my body.