#yaku art tag

[deeryaku]

Persona 3 Reload fanart || Makoto & Aigis - Short Rest

(Huevember 2024 -- Piece 07)

[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

[sophistired18]

No one talk to me. I fell in love.

[lauimali]

[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

[cannibalsrider]

Episode two: Euphoria

Previous -> next -> masterlist -> playlist

Tags: @wyrcan @metta-crybaby @kettlepop @phoenix-eclipses

Fun facts for this chapter

Everyone wants terushima to be lobotomized after one time he got mad at yaku for hugging yn Infront of him when she invited everyone for this art show she was invited to and he refused to believe they had been siblings even tho they look identical

I cried four times during the time making this because I broke my earbuds and watched a sad episode of one piece

I cranked this out after downing a 2 ltr orange soda for the caffeine

Yn has a bunch of tattoos on her legs/shoulder upper arm area because she let lev practice on her and she has weird little stick people or big ones when he was still an apprentice

[deeryaku]

spy x family fancomic || twiyor bar date

[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

[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.

[fish-with-more-eyes]

mr. refreshing (ft. tiny yaku)

[hqrarepairtournament]

The Polyam Tournament is going to start in a few days! I've decided to run these polls for a week like I did for the previous tournament.

Round 1A will start on Tuesday, July 23rd and end Tuesday, August 1st. No specific time, I'm going to post them throughout the day.

Round 1B will start on Thursday, July 27th and end Thursday, August 3rd.

Propaganda (art, writing, hcs, etc) is allowed and encouraged. You can either send asks here or tag me in the post and I'll reblog it here! Just a note, I won't answer or reblog anything bashing other ships.

Round 1A

IwaOiMatsuHana (Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru/Matsukawa Issei/Hanamaki Takahiro) VS UshiShiraTen (Ushijima Wakatoshi/Shirabu Kenjirou/Tendou Satori)

BoKuroDai (Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi) VS EnnoKinoNari (Ennoshita Chikara/Kinoshita Hisashi/Narita Kazuhito)

BokuAkaKuroTsuki (Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji/Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei) VS AtsuOiHina (Miya Atsumu/Oikawa Tooru/Hinata Shouyou)

SunaOsaKumo (Suna Rintarou/Miya Osamu/Komori Motoya) VS EnnoTanaKiyo (Ennoshita Chikara/Tanaka Ryuunosuke/Shimizu Kiyoko)

AsaDaiSuga (Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi) VS KuroYakuKai (Kuroo Tetsurou/Yaku Morisuke/Nobuyuki Kai)

KanoRunaYachi (Amanai Kanoka/Kuribayashi Runa/Yachi Hitoka) VS FukuToraKen (Fukunaga Shouhei/Yamamoto Taketora/Kozume Kenma)

AtsuAranKita (Miya Atsumu/Ojiro Aran/Kita Shinsuke) VS KawaSemiShira (Kawanishi Taichi/Semi Eita/Shirabu Kenjirou)

UshiIwaOi (Ushijima Wakatoshi/Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru) VS KageKuniTsukki (Kageyama Tobio/Kunimi Akira/Tsukishima Kei)

Round 1B

BokuAkaSunaOsa (Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji/Suna Rintarou/Miya Osamu) VS MiwaSaeLisaAkiTen (Kageyama Miwa/Tanaka Saeko/Haiba Alisa/Tsukishima Akiteru/Udai Tenma)

KinKuniKage (Kindaichi Yuutarou/Kunimi Akira/Kageyama Tobio) VS AtsuKenHina (Miya Atsumu/Kozume Kenma/Hinata Shouyou)

KuroMikaShou (Kuroo Tetsurou/Yamaka Mika/Daishou Suguru) VS ShibaLevTsukki (Shibayama Yuuki/Haiba Lev/Tsukishima Kei)

IwaOiSuga (Iwaizumi Hajime/OIkawa Tooru/Sugawara Koushi) VS LevKenHina (Haiba Lev/Kozume Kenma/Hinata Shouyou)

TsukkiYamaKageHina (Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi/Kageyama Tobio/Hinata Shouyou) VS EnnoFutaYahaShira (Ennoshita Chikara/Futakuchi Kenji/Yahaba Shigeru/Shirabu Kenjirou)

KyouWataHaba (Kyoutani Kentarou/Watari Shinji/Yahaba Shigeru) VS SakuAtsuIwaOi (Sakusa Kiyoomi/Miya Atsumu/Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru)

KuroDaiSuga (Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi) VS TanaKiyoKanoYachi (Tanaka Ryuunosuke/Shimizu Kiyoko/Amanai Kanoka/Yachi Hitoka)

BokuAkaKuroKen (Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji/Kuroo Tetsurou/Kozume Kenma) VS IkeDaiYui (Ikejiri Hayato/Sawamura Daichi/Michimiya Yui)

[ohyka]

I posted 3,242 times in 2022

That's 3,217 more posts than 2021!

146 posts created (5%)

3,096 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@stupid-lemon-eater

@pangzi

@ibenholt

@tehriz

@dragona15

I tagged 2,376 of my posts in 2022

Only 27% of my posts had no tags

#other people's art - 446 posts

#the lost tomb - 249 posts

#dungeons and daddies - 149 posts

#tlt art - 118 posts

#dmbj - 116 posts

#myart - 78 posts

#tlt fic - 71 posts

#wang pangzi - 58 posts

#wu xie - 48 posts

#kei x yaku - 46 posts

Longest Tag: 128 characters

#... i want a fic about wu xie collecting all the hot assasins and kidnappers and unintentionally (?) making them all fal for him

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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140 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

#4

another day, another meme redraw

168 notes - Posted February 22, 2022

#3

what they do in the shadows (of yet another lost tomb)

(sleep! that's what. because they're old and tired.)

[edit]guess who forgot to add the amazing wwdits screenshot this ☝ thing is based on

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185 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

#2

THIS post fried my brain

200 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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378 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

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