#i love sports aus so much

[roggyroll]

james potter is such a team captain. no matter the country. no matter the sport. whatever universe hes in, hes captain. and hes a damn good one. rugby? captain; quidditch? captain; lacrosse? captain; soccar? captain; gaelic football? captain; basketball? captain; ice hockey? captain; hurling? captain; baseball? captain; volleyball? gee let me think... CAPTAIN.

[ifindus]

Cross-country season has started! Fifa!talia is out, FIS!talia is in!

Most of the athletes on the GBR team are Scottish and they all live in Norway most of the year. Norwegians have such a love for them and some of them even speak Norwegian fluently. Two years ago, they lost funding from the UK government and it looked like they would have to quit skiing all-together. Then, rich Norwegians began sponsoring them and now they are training with a private Norwegian team and funded by Norwegians 💖

[itzzaira]

For the sports event, LS Raph has decided to start up a game of tag!!!

Mikey had peacefully been basking in the sun when the tiny version of Raph appeared.

He knew this little Raph- he was part of their cabin! Such a sweetheart. His own Raph had already met their Mikey- really, the eldest snapper was a baby magnet. These guys, Misa, and the little babies he had brought when meeting Mike- how did he do it?

He opened his eyes when a shadow was cast over him- and smiled at the little snapper who stared at him with a grin.

A very... suspicious grin. The same grin the younger brothers had when they were planning something.

"Hey, big guy." Mikey waved, making no move to get up. Raph just stared at him... until he placed a clumsy, little paw on Mikey's snout.

"Tag! You're it!" He shrieked, turning around and running away at once. Mikey blinked... before grinning.

You didn't need stable hands for tag.

"Why you little-" he playfully called, getting up, and stretching his arms above his hands. If it was a race Raph wanted... it was a race he'll get.

He grinned, and started running.

Distantly... the box turtle wondered if the little snapper had ticklish spikes like his older brother too.

"Oh I'll get you alright!"

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Raph meeting LS Mikey

Raph meeting Misa

Raph meeting Mike

[levelofyoureye]

what people who are currently reading “cold feet” right now do not realize is that yes.. it is a jegulus and wolfstar fic. however. at the same time in writing it i am also attempting to secretly indoctrinate all of you into becoming hockey and figure skating fans and caring about these sports even a fraction as much as i do. if i get even one person to do that. then i will be happy

[chiquilines]

Miryumi uni au!! Its been ages since ive drawn them and uni aus are so dear to my heart

[skitskatdacat63]

And here is the bull himself >:)

+ lore notes

I was like, ah I should make the shadow something interesting, and then I'm like GIVE HIM BULL HORNS???? OKAY SURE !!!!! I'm glad such thoughts can strike at 7 in the morning....thanks brain. But hehehe I'm glad bcs now this matches up super well with the Nando one!

New ship dynamic: who's the bull and who's the matador :)

I think, in this AU, Fernando is generally pretty fond of Seb when he first meets him. Like "ah yes my very own protégé, very nice, I shall mold him in my image." But then Seb starts veering off that course. Bullfighting is all about being dramatic, but Seb maybe has a bit too much(🤏) flair for the dramatic. This escalation starts while he's still Fernando's assistant but he keeps it generally at bay. But god when he becomes a matador himself, he's just off the rails insane.

Bullfighting, to me, is a sport about reckless endangerment of one's self in the pursuit of drama and performance(its literally described as a tragedy in three acts.) But Fernando thinks Seb endangers himself *too* much, not because he cares or anything, but he's making a mockery of the sport!! Especially when Seb starts doing that bull hand symbol(seen above), Fernando just keeps become more enraged with him, not anything to do with the fact that Seb is threatening his records and threatening his own wellbeing, nah of course not.

Seb's gesture is making a mockery of the sport, he's disrespecting the culture, the very nature of it, blah blah blah. Jenson once asks Fernando, after noticing him seething while watching Seb do his gesture, "Which bull are you really trying to defeat?" One could also describe Fernando and Seb's relationship as a "tragedy with three acts."

Anyways Fernando gets very tied up with this rivalry. Even after suffering a severe injury(I have yet to decide, but y'know mchonda electrocution core), he quickly returns to the sport, loath to let Seb get any more headway. And then Seb gets injured, poor little sweet Seb, and neither of them can handle it. Though I already covered this in my prev lore post 🤭 and I think I put it pretty viscerally there so!! I digress.

They're both matadors, but the bull itself is not the only bull Fernando wants to conquer. Conquer as in death? Hm.

[bees-honey-death-and-song]

I’m taking notes n shit

They all have so much potetional for positions and some positions are usually specialty but like- they can do a lot, I have teammates who’ve played every position before. Why not.

[scarletbegoniasjunk]

I was thinking about a cool idea for a highschool AU for ROTTMNT + Usagi bc I never really see any and it’s one of my favorite tropes. Also, since it’s the second semester at my school, all the clubs and sports teams are showing off to get younger students to join next year, and it kinda inspired this idea. Anyways, I present to you my headcanons for what electives they take and stuff :) (ps, this is based on how my school runs electives and it’s a bit janky lol)

Raph:

Wresting team (heavyweight CHAMP)

Football (he’s only on bc his coach makes him stay; usually in the offensive lineman position)

Art, pottery specifically (Mikey made him take it and he ended up liking it more than he though he would)

Home economics (he likes the sewing)

Donnie:

Orchestra (cello)

Band (Saxophone)

Track + field

science club (robotics/STEM)

Volunteers at the school library

Mathletes club

Student Council

Mikey:

Art (he jumps between which one specifically every semester, but he likes using paints and oil pastels)

Band (trumpet)

Cooking club

Makes posters and stuff for the school when they commission him

Baseball team (batter)

Basketball team (small forward position)

Leo:

Basketball team (shooting guard position)

Football team (running back position)

Track + field

April:

Orchestra (cello)

Volleyball (manager and setter)

Softball (pitcher)

Science club (robotics/STEM)

Student Council

Volunteers at the library with Donnie

Usagi:

Volleyball team (libero)

Basketball team (Point Guard)

AP math (Japanese school is harder than school in America, and math is math everywhere, so I imagine he would be a little ahead)

Student council (don’t ask him how he got on, he doesn’t know)

Does karate (Judo) at a local dojo

I don’t know enough about Usagi’s friends to write about them rn. I’m hopefully going to draw up some comics or something for this soon! Sorry for such a long post lol

[mikeytea]

“The Girl Who Can’t Forget” WIP >:)

Yes this drawing is in fact lore to my HC story of Ai and Sota , Ai loved to make music with her electric guitars before completely abandoning her career for a good reason ( won’t spoil why , gonna reveal that later on :) )

Honestly love how I sketched this idea out 😭

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

I've fallen down an internet rabbit hole on figure skating ever since I began thinking about that skating AU I mentioned, I think I have an idea that might justify Kaisa only coming to the national/international competition scene later in life.

Apparently the ladies' singles discipline is. Super problematic (sorry if it's obvious, I knew literally nothing about this sport until last Saturday), and I'm imagining Kaisa could have been a victim of that. Maybe she trained under Abigail or that other nameless witch who looks like Abigail. Maybe she was a pupil of her (their?) academy, and had hopes of competing as a teenager.

But her coaches kept pushing her, to do triple and quadruple jumps without proper technique, relying on keeping her weight low and on overworking her back. Pushing her to do the routines they wanted, without the artistry elements she loved. Pushing her to diet in unhealthy ways and overtrain. Maybe they convinced her she could only be a proper skater with those technical elements, that she was struggling to master because they are hard as fuck and because Kaisa is already a scrawny person, if you stop her from eating on top of that things are not going to look good.

Her coach(es) doesn't really have her as one of her favourites, keeping her from competing for a long time since she couldn't master those jumps. But eventually she does, at the expense of her own body. The coaches sign her up for a bigger competition, then, and maybe she even makes it the first time or two, but without ever getting to a nationals. Because at some point, when she's practicing her routine full of backloaded jumps for extra points, she falls and suffers an injury.

This wrecks her completely. She doesn't want to compete anymore, because she has realized that this lifestyle that is being forced into her is sucking all the joy out of skating. Good thing too, because her coaches decide to put their energy into even younger athletes. So Kaisa goes back to the ring where she used to skate for fun when she was a child, and asks Tildy for a job.

And then, years later, Tildy asks her to give private coaching to a pre-teen who is just sooo talented. And sure, Lauren annoys the hell out of Kaisa with her attitude (something Kaisa makes sure to retribute), but in her Kaisa sees something different. Here is a teenage girl in singles figure skating who isn't destroying her body for the sake of pulling dangerous moves that will earn her points. An athlete who actively chooses to practice just for fun even when everyone tells her she should be going competitive. An artist who does amazing programs that are loved by everyone even without those technical elements that Kaisa had been so unhealthily pushed to pursue when she'd been her age.

And, well, if Lauren corners her one day to ask her why the hell she wasn't competing since she clearly liked it so much, Kaisa had always been the sort of person to need a little encouragement to be pushed into action, hadn't she?

[rumpus-tm]

okayyyy, I heard we're sharing neo ocs, so here is my Dari Aisha, Fatalem~

She's a Yooyuball player in the local Darigan Citadel leagues but she wants to make it big and be on Team DC!! She is a wildin' party girlie and when she makes it to the big leagues she will for sure be blasted in the NT for scandalous behavior. Also very much a sports lesbian. Just look at her. Secret, non-Neo friendly info — she's in a very chaotic polycule with her roommate Nova and a yet-to-be-named Usuki Girl pop idol.

[despairforme]

He'd like to play some kinda sport again.

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

the need I have to give Dorothea a temporary hair dye and her going from sweet blonde to fiery redhead....

(here, lemme show you just a tiny WIP of what is bubbling in my head. Just a tiny one because i am still working on the outfit. Also yes to sport a short hairstyle becausei adore.)

[innerslumber]

You know I'll read the hell out of anything you write, but can you post a snippit of the football au? (Also 15????? Wow, I kinda feel bad only having 4!) ❤️

Hi Lis!!! Thank you so much for the ask!!

Oh my gosh hon, you don’t have to feel bad that you have 4 WIPs. It means you have actually been finishing things and posting!! That’s wonderful!! Unlike me who is constantly drowning in them lololol!! So here is a bit of my Stucky football AU and I hope you like it!

*****

"It should be illegal to look that hot."

Bucky looked up at hearing Becca's voice and he could see from the kitchen that she had the television on. It was showing a rerun of the NFL draft and his appetite immediately soured. He closed the fridge door, no longer interested in grabbing a snack.

Becca waved her hand up and down at the screen, emphasizing the sheer size of the man smiling on the stage. His hair shone bright golden under the lights and the jersey with #1 emblazoned in white was a beacon shouting, Here I am! Steve Rogers! First pick of the draft!

"Seriously, how is even his teeth so damn perfect," exclaimed Becca. She started cramming mouthfuls of popcorn in a way that made Bucky grimace slightly as she continued to ogle the star athlete. "I gotta say, seeing Tony Stark buy an expansion team and luring Coach Fury out of retirement was not in my bingo card this year. Now they drafted the best college quarterback in the country and holy shit, I might have to jump on that bandwagon even though the team name is weird. The Avengers? What was Stark smoking?"

Bucky rolled his eyes and tried to scroll on his phone to distract himself from the television. "Don't let Dad hear you say that. He didn't indoctrinate us from birth into the Colts fandom for you to stray."

“Well the Colts are drafting like shit this year so excuse my wandering eyes. I can’t believe they drafted that idiot out of Georgia when you are so much better than him. It’s so stupid and-”

“That’s enough, Becca.”

Becca’s mouth shut together with an audible snap when she saw the look of despair on her brother’s face. She put down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and slowly walked toward him. Placing a gentle hand on Bucky’s shoulder, she tried to exude as much comfort as possible. “Hey come on, Bucky. It’s only been two weeks since the draft ended. You know this is the time when free agents get picked up. There’s still a chance you’ll get a call.”

Bucky sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, his whole body radiating distress. He knew it had been a long shot when he had declared for the draft but he had hoped that maybe, just maybe, he had a chance at the big times. 

It’s not that he hated his life in small town Indiana. He had a great family and a solid group of friends he had grown up with. But ever since he had shown an aptitude for sports at an early age, he had dreamed of a life beyond the borders of his hometown. A life where he didn’t end up working at the factory that employed 70% of the local population, including his father. A life where he didn’t have to drive over an hour to Indianapolis and hook up with anonymous men off Grindr because he was too scared of being outed. People can say what they wanted about how much progress the country has made but Bucky wasn’t going to take a chance on his football prospects over if a coach was a bigot. 

Not that it fucking matters how deep in the closet I am that I might as well be in Narnia. No one is going to call.

He sighed again when he saw how worried his sister looked. “It’s okay, Becca. I’ll be fine. I mean, there’s always next year, right?”

She didn’t seem very convinced by his attempt at a cheerful tone but she let it go. Bucky patted her hand on his shoulder and walked toward the patio door. He needed some air and to get away from the television that felt like a never-ending taunt of unachievable wants.

Once outside, he took a deep breath of the crisp night air and tried to relax all of his tense muscles. His eyes landed on the homemade football training equipment that his Dad had built when Bucky was in high school. They were worn and battered, taking the brunt of Bucky’s strength and speed over the many years. It was a point of pride for George Barnes that he continued to fix them up instead of having to make whole new ones, no matter how much Bucky abused them.

Thoughts of his father made him melancholy again. He knew his family was disappointed for him when the invitations never came. No combine, no draft. Just silence where there had been excitement and hope. Bucky tried not to feel bitter about the past year and how his college coach had basically cut his playing time to a third of his usual. Bucky had never been one for playing politics and he hadn’t been willing to lick his old coach's boots. He didn’t regret standing by his principles but he had paid the price. Less playing time meant less exposure and the scouts passed you by.

And despite what he had told Becca, he knew the window of opportunity was closing fast. Every year there were new prospects, younger and faster. The older he got and the farther he got from regular playing time, the chance of him making any roster was dwindling. So instead of bright lights and the cheer of the crowd, Bucky was mentally preparing himself for a dead end job, lonely nights and being just another washed out college athlete.

He was so deep in his misery that he didn’t hear the patio door opening and Becca calling for him until she shoved him from behind. Bucky whirled around and gaped at her. “What the fuck, Becca! Can’t you see I’m throwing myself a pity party here?”

“Save your angsting for later, you jackass. Here!” She shoved the cellphone he had left on the kitchen counter by his face. “Your phone is ringing!”

Bucky took the phone from his sister and squinted at the screen. He didn’t recognize the number but he did know the area code. It was a New York area code. Suddenly, his heart started beating like crazy as the small rectangle device vibrated in his palm.

“Are you going to answer or what?” Becca yelled, her voice shrill in panic.

Bucky quickly swiped his screen and placed it by his ear. “Hello?”

“Hello. Is this James Barnes?”

He had to swallow around a nervous lump in his throat. The male voice was not familiar and Bucky’s brain went into overdrive of speculation. He coughed and finally managed to respond. 

“Uhh…yes, this is James Barnes.” 

There was a momentary rustling of sound from the other end, perhaps papers being moved about. The mysterious man started speaking again as Bucky tried to keep his cool.

“It’s nice to finally speak to you James. My name is Phil Coulson and I’m the Director of Scouting for the Avengers. Do you have a moment to chat?”

[sleepy-crypt1d]

having really bad anxiety and mild hallucinations (?) whilst simultaneously having horror as your main special interest is such a horrible combination like no i cant interact with my favorite media because my brain came installed with the Agony Simulator 2000 sorry

[edgelordtozier]

writing multiple steddie sports au’s at once this is the future steve harrington wants