#hiruma

[y0y0ba]

[nonbayanary]

Hiruma's marketing is so powerful that it's leaking into OUR universe

[samuraseiichi]

hmm what else. rereading eyeshield and got into alnst too with a friend… gah

[aishirudonijuuichi]

Hiruma's outrageous thigh gap

[incorrecteyeshield21]

Rui: Can I please bring you to my next therapy session? Hiruma: Why? Rui: My therapist thinks I’m making you and all your issues up.

[voidevoyager]

Request for my dearest supportive friend, Kso <3

[sorimmm]

[daneecastle]

Eyeshield21 reference

@kotias idea

Based off this character:

This was a fun little picture to make.

GOCC discord group production. To join PM me.

[amythelovelyelf]

[coloredpanels]

its everyone's favorite gremlin bastard >:]

Eyeshield 21 chapter 121

[hiruma-centric]

1ST DOWN: The Man with The Golden Legs

[y0y0ba]

[nonbayanary]

Honestly as someone who makes ads at work to make humanity suffer in few-minute-doses, I can truly applaud Hiruma's creativity in marketing the Devilbats even before the boom of social media.

He makes use of everything: flyers, the school PA system, banners (on the famed statue of ANOTHER FUCKING COUNTRY), skywriting, news on the television, and even fax machines!!!

Do you UNDERSTAND how even more of a hell-raiser he would be if he had fucking BLUETOOTH and AIRDROP??? If he had his claws on Adobe and Canva and Google Ads??? BRO WOULD BE UNSTOPPABLE!!!

Everyone in all of Japan would get texts that say, "JOIN THE DEVILBATS!!! YA-HA!!!" every single fucking day. Coffee shops and public areas with wifi are common hunting grounds for Hiruma, practically open season for him and his accursed advertising. People looking for wifi are his quarry, and he is the predator attacking with Devilbat recruitment advertisements that CANNOT BE SKIPPED.

He would tamper with products from around the globe. You wanted an engraved Apple product? Instead of whatever phrase or word you wanted engraved, it says, "DEIMON DEVILBATS: RECRUITING NOW!!! YA-HA!!!" Every few posts you scroll over in Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram, you'll always, always, ALWAYS see an ad on the Deimon Devilbats.

And of course, Hiruma's secret weapon: TIK-TOK THIRST TRAPS. He forces his team at gunpoint to record themselves dressed in tight-fitting clothing. He posts close-ups of cool plays in matches (no one knows how he records these plays in different angles, with highass quality). He makes edits of his teammates, and plays up their sex appeal or their ability in front of the camera.

No one is safe from Hiruma Youichi, commander of marketing and advertising.

[kotias]

For the ask meme! Tanabata 👀

It's an Eyeshield 21 story, written in French!

Main couple: Hiruma/Mamori

Setting: 10 years after their graduation from high school

Why the title: Tanabata, also known as the "star festival", takes place on the 7th day of the 7th month of the year, when, according to a Chinese legend, the two stars Altair and Vega, which are usually separated from each other by the Milky Way, are able to meet.

=> in this story, Hiruma and Mamori have been separated by events (aka Hiruma leaving without a word and giving 0 way of contacting him after university), she has lived her life and found a companion and is rather unsure about her current relationship.

After 7 years separated, Hirumaa comes back to Tokyo, and Mamori meets him again while he is in the middle of a police investigation (he is a detective in this fic), because it involved the school that she teaches in.

Excerpt, translated from French:

When they arrived, the familiar storefront and the pastries behind the windows made them smile heartily. They went inside and sat down at a table a little way back that gave them a clear view of the street and of the people coming and going.

6.50 pm. Kurita's stomach rumbled in anticipation, and they ordered while waiting for their friend.

6.55 pm. The waiter, his long black hair tied back in a bun, graciously returned to their table, a black coffee and cappuccino on one tray and a Black Forest cake on the other.

7 pm. The café’s tables were all full; try as he might, Musashi couldn't see anyone who remotely resembled their friend, who had always made a point of being punctual. The waiter continued his incessant rounds, his long, nimble fingers grasping, almost unnoticed, the empty cups, plates and glasses that came his way and carrying them back to the kitchen.

7:05 pm. Kurita began to worry, whispering that something must have happened to Hiruma for him to be unable to make it. Musashi tried to reassure him, telling him that he was only five minutes late, but his thoughts revolved around the same idea; Hiruma was never late, unless there was a major problem. The waiter's slightly shrill voice called for orders for table five. Musahi raised his head in the man’s direction without entirely realising, observing him from behind and considering the thin, muscular body hiding under his shirt.

7.10pm. Kurita had finished his cappuccino, expressing his joy at finding it as sweet as he liked, pointing to the sugar cubes he hadn't even needed to touch. Musashi smiled, then froze.

“Wait, what do you mean? They'd already measured it out with all the sugar you usually use?”

Kurita nodded, then frowned. “Oh. You're right, it's strange... I've always needed to use sugar - does anyone in the café know me?”

Musashi sighed, bringing a finger to his chin in reflection. “Could it be...? Kurita, call the waiter, will you?”

His friend complied, and the waiter signaled his arrival in a moment, taking one order and bringing another before joining them.

“How may I help you?” he asked in a soft voice that seemed to surround them with a comfortable cloud.

“Yes,” replied Musashi with a slight smile. “We need a coffee - black, very strong, no sugar. Our... captain should arrive as soon as you bring it to us.”

This time, the polite smile transformed, revealing a row of sharp teeth, and the waiter's emerald eyes found a flame he had kept to himself.

“Many thanks from your captain,” he replied in a piercing voice that stabbed them with familiarity, before heading back to the kitchens.

[aishirudonijuuichi]

I really love when Hiruma pulls these sorts of stunts where he does something nice but makes it a double wammy of being an opportunist punk LMAO

[incorrecteyeshield21]

Musashi: Are you just gonna do stupid bullshit for the rest of your life? Hiruma: You mean like for football or, like, in general?