#yaku art tag

[deeryaku]

Spy x Family fancomic || Yor's "proposition" to Loid

[hinata-boke]

⚠️haikyuu movie spoilers

collection of doodles after watching the movie

[improved-twink]

nobody likes him but I DO

[fish-with-more-eyes]

haikyuu!! lads as drawfee imgs hehe

[ymsnrr]

messy-ish sketches of a kryk + bkak focused au that me and my sister have been thinking up!

[februairy]

dumping my 2021's yakunoya arts here because i saw some people posted them on tumblr without asking, yeah, those are mine. i would appreciate it if you asked me first :D

[lauimali]

[oshygoshy]

what genre of tiktok brain rot do they watch (aka just things that pop up on my fyp)

word count - 1,054 words

warnings - not proofread also wrote this at 3 am so probably doesn't make sense

a/n - in honor of tiktok getting banned in the states. fly high, fellow americans. unfortunately i seriously need to Lock In so i am NOT redownloading any other app. i need to focus on school (desperate). feel free to add on your own headcanons too!

karasuno 

daichi - that one construction building meme like with the galvanized steel beams and wood veneers or whatever 

suga - whiteboard marker ink test videos

asahi - sticker room decorating like where they have the little tweezers and place the sticker down perfectly every time (tried to buy a pack of them for himself bc they seemed relaxing but actually just got more stressed from trying to place them down perfectly  first try. they're sitting half opened in his drawer)

noya - 3d ai art (animal fusions are his fave)

tanaka - those slideshows that are like "where are u shitting the hardest tag ur bro"

kageyama - volleyball videos. this man does not have a social media presence whatsoever. he is so disconnected 

hinata - anime edits with brazilian phonk music 

tsukki - car crash videos ("bikers fault") sprinkled in with the occasional study vlog. also on reels not tiktok. 

yamaguchi - “your month your x” videos and sends the ugly ones to the gc always (yk how december is always a harlot and kageyama’s bday is in december?)

yachi - girl group idol fancams. makes study blogs on a side account. tsukki knows but doesn't tell her. he likes & follows (under a blank account with no pfp or anything duh) 

kiyoko - makeup grwm, nail art videos

nekoma��

kuroo - skibidi toilet rizz brain rot (unironically, for some reason it's always the smart stem majors studying the hardest shit with the most intense brain rot) or idk like those math edits that actually cook. like i've seen actual edits to the pythagorean theorem 

kenma - streamer clips, new video games news, etc. watches maxwell the cat ravage the block and sends them to kuroo. he enjoyes them as well. 

yaku - cooking videos, NOT asmr - very clear distinction. like newt on tiktok. funny and also helpful voiceovers

lev - skibidi toilet rizz brain rot (this time genuinely just brain rot, not studying stem) or gym videos 

aoba josai 

oikawa - volleyball. except this time he is connected to the internet unlike kags, he's just Addicted To That Grind so he consumes vb content on his downtown. or mercury cream depotting videos (my fave tbh i want to eat it so bad)

iwaizumi - makes the occasional gym videos and always blows up bc he's hot and oikawa is for sure jealous 

mattsun - those alien videos that's like blowing up the earth with a ray gun or something and the entire comment section goes "bleep blorp zop?" yk??? and always sends them to makki 

makki - matches his freak and always replies with "dw pookster daddy can handle it🐺🥀⛓️❤️🖤" and sends the exact same shit back to mattsun 

kunimi - matcha making aesthetic asmr videos (hates matcha though)

kindaichi - sports videos as a whole he kinda dabbles in them all (is confused why kunimi watches matcha when he hates matcha)

fukurodani

bokuto - animal video compilations (so cute!!)

akashi - booktok and literature, new manga & book releases. hates on coho but overall mature with his booktok takes

konoha - pokemon nuzlocke/competitive clips. highkey has no idea what's going on (same) but enjoys them nonetheless. tried to make a competitive team once, and immediately got lost (ev? like the little fox guy?)

shiratorizawa

ushijima- does not have tiktok or insta, but still watches the videos tendou sends him tho 

tendou - i feel like random shit in general but likes horror/true crime/cave exploding stories

semi - hair salon videos…like hair styling. the more alternative the better 

shirabu - school memes but is a haughty pre-med biology student and always likes the ones that are complaining abt how hard stem is, esp compared to humanities. sorry not sorry there's always gotta be that one kid 

goshiki - dog grooming videos. he wishes somebody could apply that level of care to his own hair bc wtf is going on top of his head 

inarizaki 

atsumu - artificially likes a bunch of random shit that he doesn't gaf abt to make his fyp seem all aesthetic and cool. in actuality doesn't go on social media ever bc 1.) his pr manager has begged him not to, at least without checking in first, and 2.) genuinely just On That Grind and isn't on his phone much to begin with 

osamu - coloring videos. loves hearing the sound of the marker scratching against the paper

suna - this man's screen time is insane. mostly spent on soap-cutting videos 

kita - the chickens in his backyard coop. his farm doesn't have wifi. 

aran - those what i fed my dog videos except it's those raw-fed dogs that are given like kangaroo bones and bear hearts and shit. actually insane diets they eat so much better than me. watches them as he eats like a microwaved tv meal and feels kinda sad abt himself 

extra schools

hoshiumi- clips of nature documentaries/movies. always tries to find the rest of the movie on the account, but they never post the entire movie and gets really pissed abt ending on a cliffhanger everytime 

hirugami - "what i cooked for my husband, john, after his 12 hour shift today: traditional british pea and carrot soup" and it's deep fried, frozen. and salty. ifykyk!!

daishou- twitter arguments with temple run in the background (also video always ends with "pluh!" ifykyk)

sakusa - aita videos omgggg he loves them sm. for one, it feels like gossiping which he loves (don't tell me he doesn't love gossip, 1.) he's cousins with motoya AND 2.) chided hinata for collapsing IN A HIGH SCHOOL match which?? did he even see that himself??? like karasuno wasn't against itachiyama for that match, AND THEN brought it up to hinata when they were both in msby - aka THEIR PROFESSIONAL CAREERS. he remembered a little mishap from like 6 years ago, and that’s the first thing he brings up to hinata?? not even a hello???? he TOTALLY remembers & holds a grudge) and two, it gives him something to listen to while doing his 10 step skincare routine 

komori - mukbangs. sends the messiest ones to sakusa every time, and gets blocked for an hour every time as well 

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

got bored, nekoma ship wheel + sexuality hcs (explanations under cut along with empty templates in case anyone wants them)

FUKUTORA TIER

This is self-explainatory. They're basically 90% of my account. If you go to the fukutora tag its just me talking to myself because no one else has posted in it since 2022

LOVE

Kuroken - I have specific opinions on Kuroken because I'm a fan of unrequited Kenhina in highschool. Don't get me wrong, I still like how most of the fandom portrays them, but I much prefer them getting together after the timeskip when everyone's settled into their new jobs. I also really like it queerplatonic, as much or even more than romantic.

Inushiba- Idk man they're just silly, no deeper reasoning. Funny guys doing funny things with a cute height difference

LIKE

Kuroyaku/Levyaku - Honestly I like these two about equally, i think they're both shitpost-able and that's my top priority for a ship. My gf likes Levyaku so i lean towards them but i've seen some good Kuroyaku art too so i can be won over. I'm a firm believer that Kuroo and Yaku were each other's first kiss

Fukutoraken - I think Kenma being a serial third-wheel is infinitely funnier but i dont mind it, as long as fukutora aren't separated i'm chilling. Kenma getting dragged along despite not being part of the relationship is my ideal for them tho, also i think Kenma being Tora's unwilling wingman/the recipient of his sexuality crisis rambles is hillarious

Anything else i'm neutral on or haven't heard of

[deeryaku]

Spy x Family fancomic || Yuri and Anya help out with groceries. 🥜

[cosmicbrowniebox]

Episode three drivers seat

Previous -> next -> masterlist -> playlist

Warnings, mentions of alcohol,mommy issues, mild mentions of religion lowk??, hair dye eating on accident

A/n I actually accidentally ate hair dye earlier today so wanted to make that cannon with a touch of mommy issues because my mom is making my bday week rlly bad^.^ anyway I hope u guys enjoy it

Tags @metta-crybaby @wyrcan @kunimix @phoenix-eclipses @bae-ashlynn @lotti-lyric @kettlepop

Fun facts and random things I wanna tell you guys

This chapter is actually because I realized this girl I used to be friends with texted me after she made me feel shit about my feelings

Yn uses nicknames for yachi like mariachi band and toka on her but for kiyoko she calls her shimi or somtimes sashimi when she's drunk and Alisa gets called mom sometimes when she's drunk

Kenma literally stared at her priv twts for five minutes before texting yachi and Alisa because he wasn't sure what was going on

Graduation incident was her mom literally causing a scene because yn decided to presue art instead of becoming a historian like her father wanted

Yn and yakus dad had been a historian at the Tokyo national museum before he got sick and they had moved to the city for his doctor's

Nobody likes their mom because shes a dick

The original song for this chapter was supposed to be March into water lowk

[fish-with-more-eyes]

mr. refreshing (ft. tiny yaku)

[piancqwrites]

Tomorrow

synopsis ➸ You both take care of each other.

next chapter ➸ Prolouge, Chapter One

tags ➸ childhood friends to lovers, yaku x reader, reader is female, injury, artist reader

divider by @strangergraphics-archive + @strangergraphics

JUNIOR HIGH YEAR THREE

The gymnasium echoed with the cacophony of squeaking sneakers and the rhythmic thump of the volleyball.

Yaku Morisuke moved like a whirlwind, his body honed and trained to react with precision and speed.

Amidst a particularly energetic volley, an elbow jabbed his jaw, and he stumbled, wincing not from pain but frustration as the rogue ball bounced away.

A thin red line under his chin began to bead with blood, but Yaku barely noticed; his focus was singular - retrieve the ball.

"Yaku-senpai! Are you okay?" a teammate called out, concern evident in his voice.

Yaku waved him off, his eyes sharp and focused on the ball's route. "I'm fine. Just get back to practice."

Ignoring the voices of concern, Yaku darted through the double doors, leaving the clamor behind. The din of the gym diminished with every step until the school's corridors offered a contrasting hush.

Following the path of the escaped ball, Yaku's determination was unwavering. It was this same drive that made him dive for impossible saves during games.

The trail led him beyond the bounds of echoing laughter and into a secluded alcove, where tranquility reigned, and the world seemed to hold its breath.

He spied the volleyball nestled against the far wall, but something else caught his eye – a solitary figure perched on a weathered bench, her attention devoted entirely to the sketchbook splayed open in her lap.

Captivated by the scene, Yaku approached, his presence as unobtrusive as the gentle rustle of leaves in the soft breeze.

Each careful step was measured, his gaze drawn to the tilt of her head, the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders, shielding her work from prying eyes.

He was close enough now to see the faint furrow of concentration etched between her brows, the delicate grip of her fingers on the pencil as if she were coaxing secrets from the paper itself.

Yaku stood there, a silent observer, the forgotten volleyball at his feet, his competitive edge momentarily dulled by the allure of this quiet moment.

He was a boy of action, always leaping, and striving, yet here he was, struck still by the simple act of artistic creation.

The intensity of the gym had no place in this serene bubble, and for once, Yaku was content to simply watch and wait, allowing someone else's passion to momentarily eclipse his own.

Yaku's shadow stretched across the pavement, blending with the late afternoon hues that played on the ground.

His eyes lingered over the sketch, where a world crafted in graphite unfurled—a landscape of mountains and rivers that seemed to pulse with the energy he recognized from his heartbeats on the court.

"Wow," he breathed, the soft exhalation carrying his awe. The word hung in the air, a solitary note amid the symphony of silence.

The girl's pencil stuttered to a halt, her shoulders tensing slightly before she lifted her head. Sunlight glanced off her features, casting her expression into relief—the mild surprise of an artist interrupted.

For that fleeting instance, caught in each other's scrutiny, the world around them dimmed, leaving only the shared understanding of two souls dedicated to their crafts.

Yaku shuffled his feet, the crunch of leaves and twigs underneath his sneakers a stark reminder of the quiet space he had invaded.

His fingers raked through his hair, brushing back strands damp with exertion from the volleyball match.

"I'm sorry," he said, his words laced with the same intensity he brought to every serve and spike on the court. "I didn't mean to scare you. I was just looking for the volleyball, and then..."

He gestured towards her art, his voice trailing off into reverence. "It's... amazing."

The girl blinked as if waking from the trance of her creativity. The blush that rose in her cheeks seemed to compete with the soft glow of the setting sun filtering through the windows.

She offered Yaku a smile that was both bashful and kind like she was unaccustomed to such interruptions—or perhaps such praise.

"Thank you," she murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her fingers brushed against the edge of the sketchbook as she closed it, almost as if she were safeguarding the world within its pages. "I'm... just practicing."

Her humility struck a chord with him.

Here was someone, much like him, dedicated to refining her craft, yet so unassuming about her evident skill. It was a trait he recognized, respected, and in this unexpected moment, deeply appreciated.

Yaku leaned in slightly, his gaze shifting from the closed sketchbook to the girl's face, where a canvas of emotions played out. "Do you draw often?" he asked, his voice imbued with genuine interest.

She paused for a second, then lifted her chin as if the question had invited her to share a sliver of her soul. Her eyes, reflecting the quiet passion of an artist, gleamed with layers of unspoken stories.

She nodded a graceful affirmation that seemed to acknowledge the weight and joy of her craft.

"Yeah, it's something I love to do," she admitted, her words floating between them, simple yet dense with meaning.

In the subtle lift of her shoulders, Yaku could see the pride she carried for her work—a pride not boastful but grounded in countless hours of silent dedication.

Yet, there was also a hint of modesty in the way she held herself, as if each sketch was a small secret she was only just willing to reveal.

Yaku's admiration was evident in the slight widening of his eyes, a mirror to the revelation before him. She wasn't just a girl with a pencil; she was an artist, and her canvas lay in the crisp pages of that sketchbook—her silent symphony.

"That's so cool," he said, the words tumbling out in a rush of earnest awe. He shuffled his feet, a dance of nervousness and excitement on the concrete beneath him. "I-I'm Yaku Morisuke, by the way."

Her smile blossomed like a flower in spring, soft and inviting. It was the kind of smile that could ease the tension from any competition, even the fierce battle of a volleyball court.

"Nice to meet you, Yaku-kun," she replied, her voice carrying a gentle melody. There was a hint of warmth there, a spark that seemed to ignite as she spoke his name. "I'm [Last Name] [First Name]."

In the simple exchange of names, Yaku felt something shift—a connection sparked not just by proximity but by the invisible threads of mutual respect.

[Last Name] [First Name].

He rolled the name around in his mind, he liked how it flowed so easily.

Her eyes, normally so focused on the dance of her pencil, now flickered with a different kind of attention. They traced the line from Yaku's eyes down to the small cut etched beneath his chin—a stark contrast to the boy's otherwise unblemished determination.

"You're hurt," she murmured her voice a soft note that carried the weight of genuine concern.

She leaned forward, the sketchbook forgotten for a moment as her nimble fingers rummaged through the depths of her backpack.

The jangle of pencils and shuffle of paper gave way to the quiet tear of Velcro as she extracted a pristine bandaid. "Here, let me help."

Yaku stood frozen, caught in the unexpected tenderness of the gesture.

As she reached up, her hands steady yet cautious, he couldn't help but notice how her presence seemed to hush the distant clamor of the gymnasium. The world narrowed to this quiet corner, to the simple act of one person aiding another.

"Thank you," Yaku said, his voice a quiet echo of his surprise. The bandaid was cool against his skin, but the touch of her fingertips was warm, careful not to press too hard against the tender spot.

There was an easiness to her movements, reminiscent of her artistry, each motion deliberate and full of intent.

The warmth lingered, spreading from the point of contact to the rest of him, an unexpected glow that didn't stem solely from the patch-up job.

It was the warmth of being seen, of being cared for by someone who, moments ago, had been a stranger.

And in that brief exchange, Yaku realized that some connections were formed in the most fleeting of touches, bridging worlds as different as volleyball courts and sketch-filled pages.

"Can I see you tomorrow?"

The quiet alcove had become their haven. Every afternoon, after the final bell rang, Yaku Morisuke would head straight to their bench, where she would already be waiting, her sketchbook open and her pencil dancing across the pages.

They had fallen into this routine naturally, an unspoken understanding that this was their time – a sanctuary from the chaos of school life.

For the past few weeks, they had met there without fail.

The alcove, with its dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves, was a world away from the noise of the gymnasium and the bustle of the classrooms.

It was a place where Yaku could unwind and where he could see her creativity flow uninterrupted.

"Have you decided what high school you're gonna apply to?" the artistic girl asked one afternoon, not looking up from her sketch.

"Nekoma," he boasted, his excitement clear in his voice. "They're known for their defense, and as a Libero, I want to sharpen my skills with them."

She nodded thoughtfully, her pencil still idly sketching the edge of the bench they shared. "That sounds perfect for you. You'll be amazing there."

Yaku grinned, appreciating her confidence in him. "What about you? Do you know where you want to go?"

She hesitated for a moment, glancing down at her sketchbook. "I'm not sure yet. I'd love to go to an art-focused school, but my parents think I should go somewhere more... traditional for high school."

"Why?"

"It's just," She sighed as she rested her pencil against her sketchbook, allowing it to roll in the middle of the dip. "they're worried I won't have a stable future if I focus on art. They want me to have more options."

"Just prove them wrong." The girl watched him shrug.

"What?"

"Show them you can make a career out of art."

"That's easier said than done, Yaku-kun."

Yaku's eyes softened as he reached out, placing a hand on her sketchbook, just above her drawing.

"You won't know unless you try. And from what I've seen, you have what it takes. You just need to believe in yourself as much as I believe in you."

Her eyes widened slightly at his words, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "You think so?"

He nodded firmly. "Absolutely. Nekoma has a great art club with good connections. You should apply. We can do this together. I'll be there to support you every step of the way."

She blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback. "The art club? How do you know about that?"

Yaku shrunk, looking a bit embarrassed. "I did some research. Wanted to see if it was a good fit for you."

"Why were you looking at art stuff for Nekoma?" Her lips tugged into a smirk. "Do you want me to go to Nekoma with you?"

"Shut up," Yaku said, turning away to hide his reddening cheeks.

A small smile tugged at her lips, her confidence slowly building. "Okay. I'll apply. But you have to promise to keep pushing me, just like you do now."

Yaku grinned, feeling a surge of pride. "Deal. And you can do the same for me."

JUNIOR HIGH YEAR THREE COMPLETE

[earthsmightiestdorks]

Last 10 Fics!

I was tagged by my beloved @heavensenthale and it only took me ten days to do it! A victory!

Rules: Post the title and the first line of the last ten fics you have written!

This is, uh. 90% Haikyu!! and I regret nothing ^u^

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get stressed, ye merry gentlemen | Akaashi Keiji & Kageyama Tobio & Kozume Kenma & Miya Atsumu & Oikawa Tooru & Sugawara Koushi | 2.2 k words | Teen | It’s late morning when Tooru comes into the kitchen carrying a multitude of supermarket bags, with Tobio, Koushi and Atsumu in tow carrying even more shopping bags.

kiss me through the phone | Wolfgang Bogdanow/Kala Dandekar/Rajan Rasal | 2.3 k words | Explicit | Wolfgang is lying prone on his bed, his body limp and naked post shower.

(don't) put out this fire | Hinata Shouyou/Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru | 2 k words | Teen | It’s too early.

Every step you take, I'll be watching you | Nishinoya Yuu/Yaku Morisuke | 1.8 k words | Gen | “He’s staring very intently at me, isn’t he?” Yaku asks no one in particular, but Sugawara nods, looking over his training partner’s shoulder to confirm their suspicion.

We'll prescribe you a cuddle | Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio/Yachi Hitoka | 2.8 k words | Teen | “Can I join him?” Kageyama mumbles his question, and for a second he convinces himself Yachi didn’t hear him.

Hold my hand (and my heart) | Sawamura Daichi/Ushijima Wakatoshi | 1.1 k words | Teen | “Noroi?” Wakatoshi asks, staring almost expressionless at the cover, just the barest squint of his eyes as he deciphers the message encoded in the incense smoke.

A matched pair | Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka | 500 words + art | Gen | Hitoka adjusts the special pumpkin hair tie she bought to finalize her outfit, her tongue slightly peeking out as she concentrates.

It's like a dream and we're both day-tripping | Azumane Asahi/Sugawara Koushi | 2.5 k words | Gen | Nishinoya's reception is perfect.

the moon aboard | F/F Original Work | 1 k words | Gen | "Stelar date 130613, Log number 12. The cargo from Dwarth Planet 134340 has finally been secured after the loads of ludicrous bureaucra-" Astra cuts her sentece off with an annoyed sigh and stops the recording. "I need to stop doing this."

untitled and unposted | WIP | Hinata Shouyou & Kageyama Tobio | ? k words | Mature | “It’s a very nice day for volleyball today, don’t you think?”

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I don't tag anyone because I have no idea which of my current mutuals even write! But if you see this and get inspired do let me know cause I will hype you up.

[pillow-anime-talk]

kick-boxer!s/o.

request: hey there cutie🥰🥰🥰! may i request yaku, kuroo, kyoytani and iwaizumi with an s/o that can do kick-boxing🥺🥺🥺🥺? you can ignore this request if you are busy.

# tags: scenario; current relationship; light romance; mostly fluff; kick-boxing!au; training; compliments; boys are simps; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. morisuke yaku, tetsurou kuroo,  kentarou kyotani & hajime iwaizumi {hq!!}

— MORISUKE

↘ Yaku puts a lot of work into his passion for volleyball – he even devotes a large part of his current life for it, so seeing you equally devoted to combat sport, he feels huge pride and joy. He is happy that someone with the same (and sometimes even greater) commitment exercises, goes to the gym, runs in the morning and trains stretching all muscle groups in the evening. You two talk a lot about sports, sometimes you even forget to finish your meal as soon as your conversation turns to sports or competitions.

↘ If time permits, he always supports you and attends your training and fights. He spends a lot of time understanding your passion and mentally supporting you; especially when you feel burnt out, tired or simply don’t feel like exercising.

— TETSUROU

↘ Definitely your biggest fan who would leave his own workout just to see yours! He is terribly fascinated by your world, your life, your sports style. He reads a lot about kick-boxing, watches videos/movies about it, as well as exemplary exercises and trainings for people practicing this sport. He is very curious and incredibly supportive. He’s asked you a couple of times if you’d teach him something, but he always gives up when he has to put on boxing gloves (you don't force him, of course).

↘ Plus, he loves to brag that his partner is involved in combat sports! It’s super interesting and intriguing when you have someone close to you who practices such an unusual sport.

— KOTAROU

↘ Kyotani tends to be uninterested in other people and focuses all of his attention on himself and his achievements, but you are the undeniable exception. When he first saw your training, he was in complete shock. He was surprised, but also proud, and was smiling inwardly at the sight of you and your strong punches and high leg kicks. It was something new, something very amazing, so from then on he came to your training and fights often.

↘ He’s not like Kuroo or Yaku; he doesn’t come to your competition with a banner and big heart-shaped balloons, but he gives you a big hug afterwards and congratulates you sincerely. Perhaps someday you will be able to encourage him to train together.

— HAJIME

↘ Totally didn’t expect this from you and honestly wasn’t fully aware of the existence of such a sport. For Hajime, there is only volleyball and somewhere in the back of his mind he also has an idea about swimming, football, basketball and maybe horse racing. Kick-boxing and other martial arts have never been close to him, but the moment he saw you warming up in giant gloves, his mindset changed 180 degrees (btw, you were so hot for him).

↘ He enjoys watching you and also reads a lot of books about this sport and even tries to cook meals for you that will provide you with all the macro and micronutrients you need to make your training and way of life complete and healthy at the same time. Your boyfriend loves that you’re involved in sports and can talk to you about it, even if he doesn’t know much about kickboxing himself.

[catchthecatwithahat]

HELLOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

My name is Alien. Aka alienoturn aka catchthecatwithahat

My main account is @alienoturn *

ALSO!!! I suggest you follow me on my main account instead of this one!!!

↑ I post about dislyte and yeah

THIS ACCOUNT: im posting about my ocs and just that! Im not posting my ocs in my main account anymore!!!

CONTENT: arts, fanfics, wikis (maybe), memes, other stuff about my ocs!

I HAVE A LOT OF OCS OK

My tags:

Geral → #alienoturn ocs

Fanfic → #alienoturn oc fanfic

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Comentário sobre os ocs → #alienoturn talking about ocs

Aniversários → #alienoturn ocs bdays

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Incorrect quotes → #alienoturn oc incorrect quotes

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More info ↓

• I'm brasilian. Probably speaking Portuguese

• Fics will be written in Brazilian Portuguese

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• Im a multishiper with my ocs! I hope it's not confusing

• Using specific tags

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• If you want to chat with me, it's best to chat through the main account!*

Now

All my ocs (yeah, a lot)

“Haru” Harumi Suzuki

Isaac Suzuki

“Black” / Keith Miller da silva

Flávia Miller da Silva

Yuki Suzuki

“Larry”/Thiago Larryson oliveira

Mary Wagner

Zênia Yamamoto

Karin Caccini

Kiya

Anthony Gonzalez

Clarissa Castello

Ophelia

Rosemary Pariz

Franz Moreau

Willy Hall

Charlie Wagner

Nathan

Harley de Azevedo

Octavia Campos

Elliot Alves

Zayn Yamamoto

Min Parker

Misha Parker

Vitor de Souza

Karl Andrade

Rosette

Marcelo Barros

Yaku Suzuki

Rhea Flores

“Alex”/Alexandre Ponce

Nicolas Almeida/Oliveira Wagner

Pietra/ Oliveira Wagner

Milo Smith

Marce Carvalho

Malala

Yen Torres

Kit Neves

William Lima

Linn Diaz

Ophior

Fangirl/ Kat Neves

Tereza Lima

Queren Smith

Psiquê Ramos

Eros Dias

Bóris Ivanov

Cassandra Walker

“Yumi” Ayumi Ponce

Sakura Yamamoto

Lu /Luciana

(Pets ↓)

Pituco / beer

Eclipse

Crânio

Lírio

Rubinho / rubi

Fúria

Princesa /Princess

Ellora Brown

Félix Valle

Aáron Rocha

Artemis Batista

João Batista

Gray Coelho/bloodthirsty/sanguinária

Catherine Lange/Foxglove

Xaviera Barbosa/Dama-da-Noite

James Castro/ Oleander

Jimmy Castro/ Clematis

Dominique Moretti/ Lantana

“Mel” Melanie Zaghetti

Hyunjin Jeong

Da-hae Lee

Ji-Yeon Ryu

Eun-ji Yoon

Thalles de Souza

Benjamin Lincoln

Úrsula Cardoso

Ataz

Willow Cesar

João de Souza

Dolores

Winter Marino

Seito Nishiyama

“Mi”/Michelle dos Santos

Zetsu Menezes

Koda Teruel

Ruivinho Smith

Mike Oliveira

Layla de Sousa

“Dark”/ Derick Moratto

Lustin Valentin

Sophie Abreu

Sasha Korhonen

Konstantin Järvinen

Genisis Nieminen

Akemi Homiaki

Morganna Martins

Non Martins

Alastair Martins

Matt Castello

Dr. Castello // Paulo Castello

Dra. Sousa // Grace Sousa

Dra. Castello // Carla Castello

Misaki-chan // Misaki Castello

M4RT-4

“Pedrinho” Pedro da Silva

Olivier Laurent

Tainá de Souza

“Miss purple”/ Charlotte García

“Alien boy”/ Scott Morais

“acid dog”/ Dênis Braga

Cupido Britto

Valentin Cruz

Lovellen de Jesus

Erick Flores

Amon Ahmed

José Souza

Nataniel

Lavastian Dutra

Theo/Theodore

Rafaela Almeida

Pompom

Aeneas

(I'm dead. I didn't remember it was THAT MUCH)

Well, thats it 😭

Byeeeeeeee