#Tai O

[uniories]

Tai O, Hong Kong (2025)

[mothmiso]

Horizon in Tai O (2) (3) by C.H Lam Photography

[tingxg123]

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[g1rlsp1ckins]

𝓛OVE 𝓘N ✶ 𝓛INENS

ఌ︎. love in linens is a shifting ask game inspired by domestic activities between couples and the messy things about how couples live together.

﹙ reblog for asks & send emojis to ask ﹚

── .✦ 🧺 FOLDED LAUNDRY | What’s a small daily ritual you’ve created together that feels sacred now? Do you take time for yourself or do you do something together that just because natural?

── .✦ 🍽 DIRTY DISHES | Do you have any unspoken habits that just naturally fell into place? Do you do the dishes and your s/o drys them?

── .✦ 🧵 SEWING KIT | What’s a domestic task your partner does that makes you feel most cared for? Do they bring you your favorite snacks when you're having a bad day? Do they take over some more household tasks to give you a break?

── .✦ 🧻 TOILET PAPER | What’s the silliest domestic disagreement you’ve ever had? Maybe you like the toilet paper in different directions, or do they want to sleep on a specific side of the bed?

── .✦ 🛒 SHOPPING CART | Do you have an unspoken grocery routine-or is it chaos every time? Who's the impulse buyer? Do you or your s/o always sneak things into the cart?

── .✦ 🥠 FORTUNE COOKIE | When you argue at home, is there a ritual for making up? Do you make them their favorite meal? Do they try to make you laugh by doing something funny?

── .✦ 🛋 COZY CORNER | What makes your house feel like a home—not just a place? How do your personalities show up in your shared space?

── .✦ 🧸 TEDDY BEAR | Is there an object or corner in your home that holds a piece of your relationship story? Are there comfort items that make that corner important? Is there something that you hated of your s/o's that they brought into the house but you now love?

── .✦ 🧼 BUBBLY SOAP | Do you have a system, a schedule, or just vibes when it comes to cleaning? Who's more likely to rage-clean when they're stressed?

── .✦ 🛏 KING BED | Is there a small bedtime ritual you share without thinking about it? What's your nighttime rhythm-who crashes first, who scrolls, who snuggles? Are there any sleep quirks you navigate: snoring, blanket theft, early alarms?

heavily inspired by my fave ask game maker @laylasverse !!! hope i did you justice <3

[taiiyucky]

of course floyd is happy about it alksdfjlasd

[dykegeeway]

super graphic ultra modern bilvy <3

[indigocloverr]

litol old doodles i had yet to share :3

[ruttotohtori]

:D

[gnabnahc]

felix saying chris has the most rizz and chris being so confused as if he doesn't gaze lovingly and longingly for a whole song at felix on tour like yeah i'd say you too if i was felix

[luminousstardust]

fearne and ashton both carrying shards of the titans… matt saying that in the moment they retrieved the shard from the pit of lava that they were both destined to be there…… these two are connected by fate forever now and you CANNOT convince me otherwise

[isa-moon-man]

"Take a seat, spectacled spectator."

[uniories]

Tai O, Hong Kong (2025)

[bizarrescribblez]

showing off my metalocalypse / dethklok ita bag again cuz it is a joyous day and i brought it out cuz I MISSED USING IT SO MUCH (i am so normal)

[lilacjunimo]

ok one more for now

[g1rlsp1ckins]

🥨🌱&🐚 pleaaseeee!!! & any reality your heart desiresss!!!

𝓢HIFTING 𝓐SK ✶ 𝓖AME

for my haikyuu (college) dr

🥨 - TWISTY PRETZEL – what twists and surprises happen in your dr? are there unexpected friendships, plot twists, or new adventures waiting for you?

1. Reuniting with a Ghost From the Past

Oikawa Toru shows up. At Karasuno University.

He started taking a sports science program that happened to collaborate with my university. I found out by accidentally running into him at a ramen shop near campus. The tension is thick—unfinished conversations, unsent messages, and the silent what if that still lingers between us. He’s grown, still as dramatic as hell, but more grounded. And now, we're suddenly… around each other again. Cue emotional whiplash.

2. The Unexpected Best Friend Energy

I randomly ended up seated next to Yamaguchi Tadashi in a lit elective. At first, we didn’t talk much. But then we get paired for a group project, and I start to see his dry wit, his quiet resilience, and the way he works hard without needing validation. He becomes my safe space. We exchange playlists, study together at weird hours, and become those friends who can just sit in silence and vibe.

3. Manager Role? Not Quite.

Though I start helping the volleyball team with drills and stats, it doesn’t take long for Hinata to beg me to “just serve once so we can see it.” I cave, obviously. And it’s a bomb. The entire gym goes silent. Even Tsukishima looks up from his phone.

This kickstarts a new journey—not as a player (not yet), but as a speciality coach for the team. Daichi convinces me to help train the next gen of players—serve techniques, court awareness, and game psychology. I'm still avoiding playing full-on, but I'm in it, and it feels right.

4. Her First Real Crush Since High School

Oof. Yeah, it happens.

I never planned to fall. But I meet a grad student who’s helping out with the psych department, and damn, he’s smart, funny, and sees through my walls in a way that’s unsettling. Think: late-night library talks, unexpected emotional vulnerability, and a “why do I feel safe with you?” kind of tension. Oikawa notices. And things get messy.

5. Rebuilding Her Relationship With Her Old Team

A random group chat revival leads to a full-on Aoba Johsai mini-reunion. Matsukawa and Hanamaki still act like idiots. Iwaizumi gives me that solid hug I've needed for years. We talk about the past—openly. There’s crying. Closure. And healing.

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🌱 - HOPEFUL SPROUT – what personal growth do you go through in your dr? is there a skill, mindset, or dream version of yourself that you develop over time?

1. I stopped measuring my worth by what I could do.

Back at Aoba Johsai, I was the volleyball girl. Reliable. Strong. Sharp. I built my whole damn identity around that version of me. When the injury took it away, I didn’t know who I was without it. I smiled through it, but inside? I was spiralling, quietly.

Coming to Karasuno Uni, I didn’t just want a fresh start—I needed to figure out who I was without a jersey on my back. And little by little, I started to realise:

I’m still me—even when I’m not winning, even when I’m broken, even when I’m not needed.

That hit hard. It still does. But I’m softer with myself now. Less pressure. Less performance. More just… being. And that’s enough.

2. I learned to stay.

My first instinct has always been to run. If it got complicated, if I felt too much, I bounced. When I got hurt? I disappeared. Oikawa tried to reach out, and I ghosted him. The team? I shut them out.

But here… at uni… something shifted. I started staying. I stayed through the awkward talks, the emotional messes, and the moments where I wanted to shut down. I let people see the bruised parts of me.

Turns out, connection isn’t about being perfect—it’s about being real. And staying, even when it’s uncomfortable, is one of the bravest things I’ve learnt to do.

3. I found my voice—off the court.

In high school, I had things to say. I just didn’t always feel like I was allowed to say them. At Karasuno, I found spaces that actually listened. Lit classes, psych seminars… suddenly, people cared about what I thought. About how I saw the world.

I started presenting research. Sharing ideas. Writing poetry that got published in a little zine with a staple in the middle. People started telling me I had clarity. That I made them feel understood.

I still love the game. But now? I love my mind, too.

4. I fell back in love with the game—on my own damn terms.

Volleyball used to mean pressure. Winning. Performing. Being good enough. But watching Karasuno's team flail and fly and try with everything they had—it cracked something open in me.

They weren’t perfect. God, they were chaotic. But they loved it. And so did I.

I stopped trying to have some tragic comeback arc. I started mentoring. Coaching. Giving what I had without needing the spotlight. And when I stepped back onto the court?

It wasn’t about proving anything.

It was freedom.

5. I started dreaming bigger.

I used to think the goal was just… survive. Graduate. Stay invisible.

Now? I want more. I’m working toward becoming a sports psychologist. I want to help athletes who feel the way I did—lost, burned out, scared. I want to show them there's more to life than medals and perfect plays.

And I’ve started to believe that maybe… just maybe… I deserve good things. Love. Peace. My own joy. Not earned, not bargained for. Just mine.

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🐚 -  SAFE SHELL – who or what is always there for you in your dr, wrapping around your life like ivy on a wall? a best friend, a mentor, or a deep connection?

Yamaguchi.

Tadashi was the first person at Karasuno who really saw me, not just the “former athlete” or “American transfer” or “that girl who won’t shut up about perfect serve arcs.” We met in some random psych elective, partnered on a project neither of us cared about. He was quiet, but when he spoke? He cut through.

He never asked for the edited version of me. He just let me be—tired, messy, cynical—and answered with warmth. He started sharing his playlist. I started sharing pieces of my past. We built a rhythm. And over time, he became the place I ran to instead of the one I ran from.

He’s not loud about it. But he’s always there.

Coach Ukai.

He’s the one who handed me a clipboard before I even realised I needed one. He saw me watching practice one day, just lingering in the doorway, and said, “You can stay, y’know. Don’t gotta play to matter.”

That gutted me.

Because back then, I didn’t believe that. But he did. Every time I doubted myself, he’d give me a task—scout this team, tweak that drill, fix their damn footwork. He trusted me when I didn’t. He pushed, but never too hard. Always just enough to make me remember who the hell I was.

He became a mirror and a mentor. A calm, grounding presence.

Iwaizumi.

Hajime was my past—Aoba Johsai days, before everything cracked. Back then, he was steady, the backbone of the boys’ team. He was always the one who made sure I drank water after a match or stretched my shoulder after I took too many dives.

We lost touch after I disappeared. But the second he heard I was back in the game, he showed up. No drama. No guilt trips. Just an Iwaizumi hug—tight, quiet, everything I didn’t know I needed.

He doesn’t talk about emotions much, but he shows up. He texts me after rough matches. Checks in on my knee. Sends me ugly memes when I’m spiralling at 2AM. He knows who I was, and he respects who I’m becoming.

He’s my history and my healing.

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hey so new dr??? yayyy!!

[majikkudisuku]

i wanted to draw him