Skts character design sheets for “The Outer Bounds” - collaboration with
@cerasific
, for the
@sakuatsubigbang
! Chapter 1 out now!
Mystery! Murder! Sci-fi! Adventure!!! ATSUSAKU, IN SPACE!!
SUCH a great read and more art to come with the later chapters!
Summer fun - what is a seasonal job at a waterpark for besides a little ✨gay panic✨?
Done for a friends’ flash exchange for @/stargazerlilith!
#kagehina
#kuroken
#Haikyuu
Happy Thirstday y’all. You best believe if these boys modeled MSBY underwear I’d buy it in a heartbeat.
Sakusa was probably coerced into this campaign though.
#haikyuu
#ハイキュー
#SakusaKiyoomi
#sakuatsu
skts but make it strava sniping, where kiyoomi grows more and more infuriated as seemingly every week, some user named “Miya A.” has been systematically destroying his local course records.
kiyoomi’s name has been sitting pretty at the top of+
// skts, mr. and mrs. smith au
a fun little brainworm
—-
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
Suna gives a noncommittal hum from behind one of his many mismatched computer screens, and continues his typing, “You said you wanted prettier.”
Another year down, still skts obsessed. 💕THANK YOUUUUUUU💕 to the beautiful and talented
@aresune
and
@fukuroumochi
for this wonderful, amazing art and for capturing my nsfw-fairy-cat self 😂 I LOVE IT.
Thinking about silly domestic, established skts and their cleaning routines.
Everyone thinks Sakusa - given his fastidious tendencies - should be the tidier one; probably doomed to always picking up after Atsumu once they finally move in together.
skts t/ennis au very mild nsfw thoughts:
t/ennis bad boy miya atsumu - new to the pro scene, but already garnering a reputation - with a slew of recent Tour level wins heralding his unexpected and meteoric rise to the top 100+
summer vacation shopping aka the last time these high school cousins were allowed unrestricted access to their parent's credit cards
#SakusaKiyoomi
#komorimotoya
#haikyuu
Some horny thoughts-
Atsumu: make me cry in bed
Kiyoomi: Are you sure
Atsumu: positive; destroy me
Kiyoomi: Your hair is atrocious. I want to put gum in it so I have an excuse to shave it off.
Atsumu: …not like this.
#incorrectsakuatsu
#incorrectkinknegotiation
nsfw skts // Thinking about newly minted vampires that become needy, useless things while they feed - whimpering, whining messes when they suddenly find themselves hunched over prey for the first time in some dark alleyway.
#kittyomiweekend
Paws & Claws.
#skts
and a sprinkle of osamu
Transfer student Kittyomi Nyakusa introduces himself to the class, to Dogtsumu’s delight (and Dogsamu’s, but for different reasons entirely)
How honest the world would be if we all had tails, eh?
@aresune
The flash into reality with the car + “Sunarin?” And then back into whatever negatively spiraling mental state he’s in - I GIGGLED SO HARD. I LOVE THIS SEN!!!!!!!!!! Your delivery never misses!!
Next up, their spice drawer absolutely /has/ to be reorganized, recategorized, relabeled.
Atsumu’s vacuumed, mopped, done the bathrooms at this point.
Sakusa’s parents arrive and compliment them on how tidy their living space is.
Sakusa preens.
Atsumu needs a nap.
“Thoroughly. There wouldn’t have been a brief otherwise.”
Sakusa sighs, “What time tomorrow?”
“7:00pm. Dress to impress. It’s the first day of the rest of your life, after all.”
…..He pockets it, to her delight, and he almost, just almost regrets it, given the cheshire grins both she and the nurses give him the remainder of the day.
// end
@VivaLaBratLife
I LOVE THIS - screwing with each other’s desk settings - leaving the seat too low, moving all the pens out of reach, rearranging all the binders and documents so nothing is where they left it.
SemiShira // rockstar AU
“Why the FUCK are we getting another bassist?!”
Kuroo sighs as the door to his office is thrown open. He pinches the bridge of his nose and swivels around in his chair to greet the intruder, “The door was closed for a reason, Semi.”
+
Got some new ear piercings over the weekend so that’s probably what inspired these.
Here is part 1 of ? of the
#Haikyuu
piercings/college AU absolutely no one asked for. 😬 feat best sunshine boy Hinata.
do 🫵 love sci-fi?
do 🫵 love skts?
do 🫵 love SCI-FI SKTS?????
well, you’re in luck bc
@cerasific
has THE MOST AMAZING SCI-FI SKTS
@sakuatsubigbang
fic for you!!!
preview of the character design sheets that go with chapter 1 - posting tomorrow! official art coming later :>
renowned and calculating detective sakusa kiyoomi + pushy and arrogant paparazzi photographer miya atsumu, through an unfortunate series of events, are thrown together for the team up of their lifetime when they’re tasked with finding the missing p/rincess of w/ales.
But Atsumu grew up with a vicious twin in a /shared/ room - him and Samu learned early on to keep that shit neat and to themselves.
What no one accounted for was Sakusa’s odd cleaning fixations. They get word one spring evening that Sakusa’s parents will be in town+
the next week and wanted to see their new apartment. Cue a Sakusa-shaped meltdown: “The place must be /SPOTLESS/.”
….but instead, their old air filter catches his attention (“Oh my god, when was the last time we changed that?)+
and he spends two evenings watching yt videos on filter replacement schedules.
Atsumu quietly cleans the kitchen in his wake.
Suddenly, the window crevices need detailed.
Atsumu’s been calmly doing laundry for hours in the background.
a few of these tokyo segments for some time, and he’s never seen “Miya” on the leaderboards, which means this dickhead is new, and purposely targeting kiyoomi’s times, and doesn’t he have a JOB, he just cleared another record this morning and it’s a WEDNESDAY—
she waves a small white notecard at him, with the inscription “From: Miya A.” on the front. Kiyoomi grabs it, reads it:
‘These runs are getting lonely, Sakusa K. XXX-XXXX-XXXX”
My preview for the
@tipsyomibb
! Omi’s incredibly excited about this, as you can see.
I had the opportunity to work with the wonderful
@cerasific
for her fic, beta’d by
@bardforhire
! 💕
Postings happening this week!
Kiyoomi’s face morphs into an expression of twisted horror at the same time Miya’s own registers with delighted surprise and a bright smile, “So /you’re/ Sakusa K! Man, you’ve been giving me a run for my money. I’m Miya Atsumu” - he extends his palm for a handshake.
i used to work with a teeny tiny 70 year old lady who subsisted off of cigarettes and coffee, and who would rush to fix her hair anytime the local firefighters or emts showed up at our office. hope you’re doing well, [redacted], you knew how to live.
Atsumu strikes me as the type of guy who answers with "What can I do you for?" instead of "What can I do for you?" and you can't take this away from me.
Atsumu shrugs off his bomber jacket with vehement force onto a nearby table, albeit with some difficulty, as a few fingers on his left hand are wrapped and splinted.
kiyoomi looks at the proffered limb — tanned, broad, long-fingered (/delicious. UNHELPFUL/) — as this Miya person continues to make pleasant conversation. He stares long enough for the moment to become awkward.
or so kiyoomi vents to motoya over video call during his lunch break at the hospital, while lacing up his running shoes, disregarding his cousin’s pointed look. Kiyoomi quickly hangs up when motoya opens his mouth to respond.
and she waves him over.
The firefighters turn to him in tandem, and the blond - oh fuck, kiyoomi nearly startles, he’s /hot/ - runs a hand sheepishly over the back of his darker undercut and drawls (charmingly, kiyoomi’s mind supplies), “We should be out of your hair soon.+
In fact, he stares so long that Miya’s friendly chatter fades to silence and the chief resident and the redheaded “HINATA S.” glance, alarmed, between the two of them.
Miya cocks an eyebrow at him and wiggles his fingers, “So…you gonna shake it or….?”
The resident looks at him smugly, and says, “I think this is for you, from one of the firefighters last Friday” and that’s when Kiyoomi notices the largest, most garish floral arrangement he’s ever laid eyes on taking up a good portion of a nurses’ desk.+
—his jaw drops and he stutters over his next sentence; he has to scramble to collect his thoughts which are now consumed with various iterations of “WHAT THE FUCK” instead of the arguably more important surgical note at hand.
Looks like one of your patients decided to try and light up a cigarette in the toilet. Once we get the all clear from our captain, we’ll..head….out..” He trails off, head tilting curiously as he looks at kiyoomi’s hospital badge.
Kiyoomi finally rips his eyes away from Miya’s outstretched hand with a much louder than necessary “Absolutely not”, and decides an embarrassing retreat is better than no retreat at all, and he storms down the hallway back into the lounge.
Anger, as usual, remains a fantastic running motivator, and after his warmup he manages to reclaim his CR for one of the shorter, nearby segments. He’s dripping sweat as he heads towards the staff showers, and he rides the high of a good midday run into his afternoon cases.
which kiyoomi 100% ignores in favor of resolutely staring at his computer screen.
the chief resident slides into the lounge not long after that and casts him a sidelong look which he also resolutely ignores.
So it goes like this for a few weeks - Kiyoomi runs the workouts he can during his lunch, in the evenings before returning home, and he takes great pleasure in filling up the top spots on each of his usual routes’ leaderboards with “Sakusa K.”
he spends the majority of that weekend sleeping and NOT thinking about Miya Atsumu’s hands or stupid face or dumb undercut, and arrives at work Monday morning ready to never think about it ever again.
who looks flustered and pleased with this conversational sandwich.
there’s another pair of firefighters - one blond, one redheaded - speaking with the chief resident off to the side. As kiyoomi approaches them, the resident’s eyes catch his over their shoulders+
He’s wrapping up his last op note around 6pm when his phone dings with a new email notification.
Kiyoomi makes the mistake of glancing at the banner mid-dictation—
and it’s a notif that his CR from earlier this afternoon has just been dethroned by none other than “Miya A.”
it’s maddening and kiyoomi always makes sure to tell his cousin as such during his cooldowns… but perhaps it’s also a little exciting and that detail he holds a bit closer to his heart.
(it’s obvious to Motoya, or anyone with eyes, really).
He walks past the nurses station, which for some reason has attracted a large gaggle of staff this morning, and is just about to pass it when the resident calls out to him, “Dr. Sakusa! Dr. Sakusa!”
He turns, and the group hushes. Not a good sign.
he walks out into the corridor from the physician’s lounge, concerned, a few minutes after the fire department arrives.
two of the firefighters - one with “MEIAN S.” and the other with “ADRIAH T.” on their jackets - are speaking with the charge nurse+
During the week, occasionally in the morning but mainly at odd times and hours, he receives notifications that his CR’s around the hospital continue to be broken by the dastardly “Miya A.”
From the far back corner of the cluttered weapons workshop, Osamu flips him the bird. Atsumu slams the file down next to Suna’s keyboard to free up both hands to flip back a double - fuck him, fuck brotherhood, he’s an only child. “I’m not doing it.”
He finally finishes his notes closer to 7pm and returns home with a renewed sense of vengeance. He arrives to work the next morning with his work bag crammed full of energy gels.
It’s in the middle of the night after an emergency case, at the end of a grueling work week (during which kiyoomi hasn’t had the time nor energy to even LOOK at his running shoes), that the fire alarm in the wing suddenly goes off.
“You’ve put your dick in much worse.”
“That’s not the point here.”
Suna slowly rolls his head towards Atsumu and regards him with the raise of a baleful eyebrow, “It doesn’t matter what the point is. You need to see this one through or Meain is going to cut us out.
long fingers carding through curly hair and whispered praises in Kiyoomi’s ear.
This ain’t Atsumu’s first vampire rodeo, but he’s sure going to use it to his advantage.
He can feel three pairs of eyes on his retreating back.
He hears the firefighter’s boots echo through the hallway when they leave, and sees a flash of blond peek into the window in the door,+
@cinnamonulove
team Japan may have lost but at least two of their members came up 😂 SO funny - I am livingggg for long suffering Aran and all the side bets
He picks up a loose round and lobs it forcefully towards the noise. “I also said I’d only fucking do this again over Samu’s dead body and he currently looks plenty alive to me,” Atsumu grouses, storming the short distance between his and Suna’s desk, offending file in hand.
@VivaLaBratLife
HAHAHA the day shift team still thinks back on Sakusa-pink-notes-day fondly. Their aggressive little tete-a-tetes becoming the one thing they look forward to when coming into work.
Motoya: you’re sounding rather chipper at 6am.
Sakusa: *gleefully* I fucking hate work
…gets a controversial wildcard invite to an upcoming Masters open.
it’s a smart decision from the tournament directors though. atsumu’s hot, he’s fast, he’s MEAN; brutal in his exacting gameplay but just as brutal with his on court temperament.+
he’s so close kiyoomi can feel the heat radiating off his body, smell his sweat and the last vestiges of expensive cologne.
atsumu’s hand presses more firmly into his side as he speaks lowly into kiyoomi’s ear, “you were easier to break than i thought.”
I’m sure you’ll live happily ever after, but given your qualifications as husband, I give it just over a year before he decides he’s sick of your shit and puts Drano in your morning coffee or whatever vengeful wives do nowadays.”
Osamu shouts, “I bet under.”
Kags, u never stood a chance.
Part 2 of ? of the piercing/college AU that has wormed its way into my mind. Can’t decide how to work skts into this, but I’m hoping my brain lets me continue.
#kghn
#kagehina
#haikyuu
Vampire Kiyoomi who’s /so/ new to all of this, guileless almost (if you could call a vampire that) with his teeth buried in the column of Atsumu’s throat. He can feel the tendons flex against his lips and the warmth in his mouth pulse when Atsumu smirks, +
he jeers, contests calls, smashes rackets, gloats - but above all, he /wins/, which ultimately makes for profitable entertainment. His asshole attitude in post-win interviews have become an audience favorite, rakish smirk frequently plastered over sports networks,+
If the penance for getting us back into grade A territory is, boohoo, a pretty face and a warm hole, you’ll figure out how to survive.” He slides the file away from his keyboard, back in Atsumu’s direction. “He’s everything you asked for.
They’re not killers by nature - there’s more food to go around if bodies keep living, right? - but draining your first catch or two by unfortunate eager mistake instead of any specific malice.
For feeding can be just as pleasurable than sex, and when you combine the two?…