#oc: miya

[bytesie]

Xx sketchbook xX

(only because @crownedinmarigolds asked xoxo)

[name-less-things]

Unfortunately for my dead blog, I am into slugterra Even more unfortunate for my dead blog, I have made OC'S for it (5 in total. Planning on re-doing the other 2)

Meet Void, Juniper, and Miya

Void and Miya are based/made from Antimatter and Matter respectfully

Void is nothing but straight feral and chaos, and Miya wants them obliterated. Juniper is kinda just there.

Images were made in this picrew here. Go check it out for urself, its cool.

[littlefishann]

“leave yer message at the beep”

timeskip!atsumu x reader oneshot*:･｡☆

notes: established friendship, they live in the same building, y/n is gender neutral, so sorry if there’s grammatical errors 😖

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Cluttered tabletops with empty Chinese takeout living atop its wood wasn’t new to the apartment, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t annoying. Muttering curses under their breath, y/n tugged their ear: a reminder that they were missing their other earring, whilst throwing away previously full containers of orange chicken. The migraine didn’t help either.

But after a night out, what did they expect?

Drunk dancing, drunk cravings, drunk ordering, drunk walk home, drunk smack sessions with roommates, drunk calls…did they call someone?

A sting pierced their temples at the thought, like it was a warning.

y/n believed in the courtesy of knocking and entering. Atsumu, however, believed in what his growling stomach was telling him. No warning, he barged in, dressed in a loose sweater that hid his physique, yet still formed along his large shoulders. Tucking his keys into his pocket, he steps foot in the flat, taking a b-line straight to the fridge. But that wasn’t before shifting his gaze to a hunched over figure scouring mountains of furniture in search of something.

“Whatcha doin’ on the floor like that? Looks like yer takin a shit.” Atsumu Miya had such a way with words.

“Just looking for my other earring.” They ducked in desperation, finding wrappers, dust, a hairbrush: no jewelry. “I can’t stand losing things.”

Instead of a response, all that was heard was the rummaging of items, all their organizing gone to waste. Spilling out were condiments and containers, the sound of them hitting the floor taking them away from their perusal. They stormed over to their kitchen, picking up the mess: on the floor once again. “What are you even looking for??”

“Ma leftovers, our fridge is still down.” He groaned, his arm looking like it was being swallowed by the fridge.

They shoe-horned herself between him and the fridge door, neatly placing their items back in the refrigerator as he stuck a hand in the back of it to finally retrieve his meal. Shoulders touching, they exchanged glances at each other, now hardly paying attention to the slipping and sliding of the rations in the fridge door. “All that money and no repairs?”

Atsumu snorted. “Aran swears he can do it himself.”

“And that’s going?” “As you’d expect.” “Got it.”

Finally shutting the fridge door, Atsumu sighed, placing his hands on his hips in defeat. Brief eye contact, a smile and he was already on his way out. y/n would be lying if they said they didn’t cherish the small moments, and she’d be the biggest fibber if.. “Hey—did I call your place last night?” ..they didn’t ask useless questions for him to stay.

He stopped at the door, turning to face them with a smug grin plastered across his face. “What? Ya leave me some drunk message?”

“I wasn’t—” He jerked his neck to the direction of the empty bowl of soup, bottle of aspirin and gallons of water sitting along the kitchen counter. “I wasn’t asking if I sent your mobile phone a message, I meant your answering machine.”

“Mmm nah, Suna checked earlier.” Another step towards the door. Another step back. “Wouldn’t hurt to check my cell, though.”

y/n huffed as they looked back at their dining and living room area, once again tugging on their ear. “Yeah, yeah, sure go ahead.” They strolled into the bathroom to continue the search. they heard him say something—definitely some piece of banter that their headache begged them not to challenge. Then there it was:

“Oh yeah, this is you, alright. You’re smashed.”

Someone once described the feeling of panic as your heart dropping down to your feet, and you immediately freeze in place, covered with sweat and unable to move a limb.

y/n wouldn’t describe it quite like that, as in that moment it felt like there was nothing else they could do but move. They swung their head around, coming face to face with a grinning Atsumu. This was the top worst case scenario they could think of, and to make matters worse, they were the reason it happened in the first place.

Hammered, without a voice of reason in sight, y/n was a month fresh out of one of their longer standing relationships. Cute guy, but someone who let insecurities take over. It was to the point where he asked for them to remove some of the guys from their life, specifically the pro-setter, Atusmu Miya. How the guy knew that they had harbored some sort of interest towards him, they didn’t want to know. But ultimately, it was an ultimatum they couldn’t get behind. So away went another relationship. Again— due to the one and only Atsumu. Unbeknownst to the MSBY player, y/n had enough.

And so, they had decided then and there that they were going to call him. They dialed his number, and heard it go straight to voicemail, which just fed fire to the flame.

Their heart jumped in their throat, as they desperately choked out: “Hang up the phone.”

Pivoting from where he previously stood, he jerked to his left, dodging their advance as they jumped up on the couch. Their heart just pounded with each breath, yelling out more calls of desperation. To be in the palm of Atsumu’s hand was somewhere you didn’t want to end up, almost every pro-volleyball player in Japan knew that, but y/n knew better than anyone.

More grunting and laughter could be heard. They jerked on the back of his shirt, yanking him back, they climbed on him like an aggressive koala, eventually wrestling him enough for the phone to fall out of his hand.

His shoulders seemed to slump. y/n didn’t know what to do with actions alone.

“You’re over me.” He spat out matter-of-factly.

Apparently, they didn’t know what to do with words alone either. However, they could conjure up the perfect response:

“Shit.”

“y/n?”

“Shiiiit.”

“Ha-hey-you..so you..” He stuttered out. Not out of nervousness, but it sounded more as if he was biting back laughter.

“Ohhhhhhh god.” they finally slipped off his back and let herself flop onto the couch. they figured if they just curled up into a small ball of embarrassment he’d just take his leave. But why would he do that??

“Okay!” They swatted his hand. “Okay, okay, yeah. Um.” their heart had still not left their throat, thumping so loud they could swear he could hear it as well.

“I have feelings for you. Or I guess I…had.” They met his gaze. “Had them. Previously.” they then laid down their upper body against the couch, hanging off the back almost like a cocoon.

“You…had feelings for me!” He echoed.

“Yeah? What so? You had feelings for me first!” They said, very aware of how childish they sounded.

His smile immediately dropped, face now covered in dumbfounded shock. He leaned on the couch, clinging on it for dear life.

“Aran mentioned it.”

“Did he?” Atsumu seethed out through clenched teeth.

“He said that when we met you—”

“Please. Stop.” Ugh, he hated being nervous. “Just stop talking about it.”

y/n’s eyebrows twitched. “There’s no need to treat it like it's the worst thing in the world.”

Their voice almost sounded hurt. Atsumu watched their frown drop, as did the knot in his chest. He took a step forward, closing in on their space.

“Are you over me?” He barely breathed out, like it was the most dangerous question. In this case, it was.

They felt their brows press towards each other, eyes pleading for a way to escape an answer. y/n felt the air from the room had been sucked out, the only sound being tensed breaths, as they felt him get closer.

“Are you over me?” They echoed.

Atsumu was a lot of things, but speechless was never one of them. He probably would’ve stayed there in silence, in the calm of uncertainty, if it wasn’t for the pounding on their door.

“ATSUMU! BRING YOUR ASS!! I WANT MY FOOD!!!”

The two snapped their heads away from the other, and scurried off into their distinguished spaces. In one quick move, Atsumu was out the door, leaving y/n the flat.

It was a couple rounds of inhaling and exhaling, as they leaned clenched fists against the kitchen counter. Replaying the incident over and over in their head, they could barely keep their head on their shoulders. It wasn’t until they spotted something shiny, something rounded, hiding behind their aspirin bottle. It wasn’t the earrings fault they confessed their feelings, it wasn’t the earrings fault he found the message. Yet they scowled at the jewelry in complete disdain, as they ripped their earring out and placed it next to its partner.

[the-timid-birb]

sometimes I forget that I draw her a lot but then literally never post any of it lmfao

[sameko-chan]

For my Sameko Diver!AU I designed some profile images of the cast for my TH-profile.

Bokuto as the number one surfer of Hawaii

Yachi as the web design manager of Akane Sushi (photobombed by @tsuyumajo )

Miya Osamu who is the pupil of the chef Kurage Akane (another photobomb of hungry @tsuyumajo )

Miya Atsumu as a professional surfer

Marine biologist studentand scuba diver Tsukki

Hoshiumi as scuba diver and childhood friend of Sameko

Iwaizumi as scuba diver and colleague of Sameko

Special guest Akemi @peonymarvel joins the group as well as a professional marine biologist

And I can't imagine Sameko without her brother Kurage, who is the chef of Akane Sushi. (Hello again @tsuyumajo )

Love this project so much and I am so pumped to create the seafolk 🤩

I have already four characters save but there is still room for more.

[arbiterofsecrets]

we finished our banquet around 2 days ago <3

this is a lil drabble of what i think the characters after the text did with you/your oc during prom (inspired heavily by me and my gf's moments during the banquet)

warning(s): tooth rotting fluff, words, a lot of 'em, reader x character, oc x character, not edited, i did this at 1AM, CHARACTERS ARE BELOW THE LAST DIVIDER

panic sets in at the thought of your partner not being able to make it in time for the entrance. that's when they walk in the lobby with the biggest dorkiest smile, their steps light and swift. their goal was to get to you first, to ease the panic that they knew has wafted throughout your body, through your hand that has been relentlessly checking your phone that's expecting a message from them, and through your anxious tapping foot.

you scold them lightly for arriving at such a time, and they could only chuckle and smile while apologizing. it took no effort to forgive them, of course. not when they looked splendid. their clothing perfectly tailored onto them. it didn't matter if they rented, had it adjusted, or made it themselves. they looked wonderful, they stole the lingering stares, just like they stole yours. they held your hand, theirs warm and comforting your cold, numb one.

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here comes the cotillion. you two dance with practiced steps along with your other partnered friends and batchmates. funny how you gaze at each other with knowing smiles, yet turn to face opposite directions out of the fluttering feeling lingering in both your chests. there were a few wrinkled steps that could have been executed better, but you were both having fun nonetheless.

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the floor was free to dance for couples of both the juniors and seniors. your batch specifically announcing the songs, and encouraging anyone and everyone to reach the dance floor with a partner.

with newfound confidence, you stand up. your hand reached out to your partner, a soft toothy grin plastered on your face. as if expected, they grab your hand with firm assurance and haste.

your acquainted batchmates and familiar friends of your relationship woo's and wow's were heard and echoed throughout the banquet hall. the teachers only smirk at the nearby table with a, "i knew it" face.

your arm wrapped around them, their's around yours. you both hug each other's body. the coldness of the air conditioning slowly fading with the ribboning warmth circling around your bodies. each step made was simple as you turn and swirl. the monitor in the middle of the hall taking a favorite in you two as whoever is handling the camera keeps switching to you both every other second.

the music seeps into both your ears, the familiar native language turns into honey as you hear the words that you start to quietly sing to the sweetheart view in front of you. the lyrics of the want and need to dance with your partner slowly, and even until the music stops, you would sing acapella into their ear.

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at the time of rest, you hold each other's hands. laughing and smiling—the glimmer in the eyes of you two viewed by outsiders are like strips of the milky way painting itself in. as the others look at you both, you only see each other.

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with each love song that plays, another dance is ignited between you two. as a promise was kept the first night you two had confessed, "every love song is a confession from me to you."

character(s): shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, eijirou kirishima, yaoyorozu momo, hanta sero, hitoshi shinsou—bnha; yuuji itadori, yuuta okkotsu—jjk; sal fisher—sally face; miles morales, gwen stacy, pavitr prabhakar—atsv; koshi sugawara, atsumu miya—hq

[zillywalten]

Drew the sillies,,

Mike (left) is by @dubiousgoofer and Freya (right) is mine

[miyaheestar]

Audio RP | Meeting Your Martial Arts Teacher For The First Time [M4F]

AAA I finally got the chance to make more of my ocs cassette!! Meet Ashraf! He's a tiger shifter and fully malaysian (he born in malaysia then moved to dahlia due to some personal issues)

Malaysia's national animal is a tiger and I think it'd be great to make Ashraf who is fully malaysian :D

Ashraf taught a martial art called Silat Melayu which translated to Malay Silat!

Thank you again @mokozroach for the template!! MWAHH

[miumiins]

[chrollogy]

THE MOON SENT YOU TO ME

“for you, i’d steal all the stars.” “idiot. you’re the only one i want.”

© comm by the lovely luvluvluv06 on twt! (don’t repost/save)

[violetkatart]

When your mom accidentally hatches a Cockatrice

–DONT use/repost my art without permission–

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[bytesie]

more things ill finish maybe 1 day

[justanotherjaydrawing]

Here is my recap for the year~

This is my first year where I really shared my art online (and I only really started in July lol) but it has been a heap of fun. People have been super supportive and friendly and it has been really good, so thank you all for making the online world so nice for me~

Here's to another good year ~ *raises a glass of water because I don't drink lmao*

[freakova]

I don’t think I’ve shared here before but I ordered commissions from the wonderful @andromed3bunny to draw my sona Missy and also my UY oc, Kasumi and PLEAAASSEEEE THEYRE SO GOOD please check out their works

[the-timid-birb]

Masked Traitor

do you know your dnd lore? Do you know which one is the titular Masked Traitor? :D

[0042700]

Mini dump on free draw