#volley pics

[slowestpitstop]

@ kuba n do you maybe want to go out or marry me or whatever

[sweetheartsaku]

—HAIKYU!! various ; how deep is your love?

a/n ; [gn!reader] kinda fem implied in kawa's and kuroo's 😓 do yall like the new layout?? c: suggestive if you squint extremely hard in kuroo's .. i honestly dont know if im writing this timeskip or pre timeskip its 3am 😣

— characters : oikawa, osamu, tsukishima, hinata, sakusa, kuroo

part 2 ! ♡ akaashi, kenma, kita, semi, kageyama, suna

jade vine !

tooru oikawa ; SWEET / I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE - tyler the creator, brent faiyaz, fana huez

has 'i love you' wars and he MUST win or he will tackle you (affectionate)

takes the BEST candid photos of you and puts so much love into the following insta post. has you as his wallpaper too (please match with him) (he'd also have a highlight just w pics of you😞)

please NEVER do that 'wipe their kiss off' trend because he will actually not talk to you for DAYS and gets all sulky until you apologize. (he will get all cocky all over again)

core memory from his teamates. bae was explaining to his teamates about new volley nerd talk blablabla and they notice his nails painted in a faint pink (for a fun date night, thinking no one will notice)

issei BURSTS out laughing and instantly points it out. now seijoh4 NEVER lets him live it down

always the first person to notice when you use a new shampoo or perfume.

cuddling, (you being the little spoon╰(*´︶`*)╯♡) you can feel his breath hitch when his lips reach your neck

before you could ask why he's stopped inching closer he's already manages to whisper out, "did you start using a new shampoo?" yes. yes you have

do his skincare with him please ! he loves it. he loves when he places you on the bathroom counter and you wrap your legs around his waist, he loves when you're so gentle with the toner, he loves when you graze your delicate fingers over his beautiful long lashes, he loves when you make sure you don't cut him when snipping the face mask so it fits a little more snug, EVERYTHING. (he is sunoo coded)

osamu miya ; good looking - suki waterhouse

loves your tummy SO much. doesn't care about shape or form, he just likes the feeling that you're being fed. squish. or pat. he loves it. have i mentioned he loves your tummy?

when his dad leave the twins at home its always osamu at the stove, please keep atsumu in a 5 mile radius AWAY from the kitchen

SPOON FEEDS YOU. please i need him. on days you're too tired to move a muscle, days where you're too sick to open your eyes, be prepared to feel his hand on the back of your head and one below your chin ready to feed you!! once you've sat yourself up he feeds you so gently... osamu miya i need you

when you're really tired from work, he will send meals to your workplace. if you work at home and sees you barely able to keep an eye open, you will see his hand under a spoon of your favourite meal. he's not the best with it, but he's trying 🥹 he means it with all his heart and hearing you say the food is really warm in your stomach, his heart feels warm too (о´∀`о)

my mans is SNATCHED. slide your hands around his waist, poke it a little do WHATEVER. your hands have probably been on his waist more than his hands on yours.

i think his core is pretty well built. have we seen it in the anime or manga? maybe. but from what i've seen, his physique is very 😳 (a tad bit better than his brother's i fear)

cooking together!!! different recipes each date, basking in each other's presence. its always so fun and the results are always almost flawless!

at one-point y'all were making cupcakes, it was literally osamu baking them and you decorated it.

AND OBVIOUSLY the basic, he would routinely give you handmade onigiri, in different shapes, flavours and whatever you like ✨

kei tsukishima ; the only exception - paramore

kinda scowls at you when you put your hands under his shirt but secretly really loves it so when you slither your hands away he instantly places your hands back and make sure your hands STAY there. bonus points if you have warm body temperature. he likes the feeling of your warm hands on his slightly colder body.

his wardrobe has drastically evolved from muted tones to slightly lighter and vibrant clothing ever since you insisted on getting matching stuff!!

WILL say he is not a jewellery person but collects, keeps and takes care of all the little trinkets you give him DAILY. he has a little sticker on the edge of one of his books and a little moon sticker on the end piece of his sports glasses

he also defineitely has really thick curly blond lashes. you say they are one of his charming points but he gets all flustered. when you insist to put clear mascara on them, he doesn't really look like he has a problem with it 🥹

what could his ahh possibly be listening to with those headphones on so often (real)

sends you playlists at an insane hour that go for insane amounts of time. but i KNOW his taste is immaculate. every song always gives you goosebumps or makes your heart tighten

please do a spotify blend with him (he was gonna ask you, but you beat him to it)(he was shy)

oh AND the shared playlists actually are insane!! so much good music all at once?? crazy yall 😭😭 (wave to earth, cody fry, the smiths, daniel caesar, rex orange county)

shoyo hinata ; intro (end of the world) - ariana grande

honestly, out of all these men HINATA SHOYO is the BEST candidate for taking care of a person except himself. has no limits in his stamina, and will only listen to you when you ask him maybe its time for a break. does he overwork? not necessarily. does he work too hard? yes, in a positive way. please remind him to eat because he will forget sometimes

he will NEVER admit he likes being the little spoon LMAO he finds being vunerable in your arms a tad bit silly, and it bugs him. after a long week of practice games and insisting kageyama and yachi to practice with him the instant he falls on the bed, he finds himself melting into your touch. your voice gets a little more buttery and he loves it, falling asleep instantly

hes probably a hard sleeper too 😭 he wont wake up till he feels your cold hands on his face or the sunbeams from the curtain literally bleed into the sheets and steal its colour

PLEASE STROKE HIS HAIR. he loves it. he absolutely loves it. again, melts into your touch like ice-cream. his heart will feel tight and he has a lil' blush 🥹 whats even more priceless is his lips slightly agape after hes fallen asleep... how can you NOT love this man

one of the only boys on this list who will LET you put little pink bows or style his hair in braids and clips. (if you're imagining timeskip hinata, you have attempted to put a little bow around his bicep but you underestimated its size and it BROKE. gosh what an experience)

DANCES WITH YOU EVERYWHERE!!! omg i love him so much. doesn't care if you have two left feet, he just loves the feeling in his heart when he sees your smile as he spins you around. in the rain, in big empty rooms, in the kitchen, anywhere.

loves the idea of promise rings or little trinkets that ensure he gets to have you forever!!

kiyoomi sakusa ; washing machine - VANISHING GIRL, rosemary fairweather

PLEASE braid this man's hair. 😞 he pretends to despise it and thinks you don't notice when he literally melts under your touch. he feels safe 'nd comfy and hopes it lasts forever, when your hand retracts he has a lil' pout

notices when you've been wearing your favourite hood for a couple days straight, has a little scowl under his mask and throws one of his jackets at you. he only gives you the wind-breakers that are 100% cotton or the ones he just knows you like.

he uses this as an excuse to share his clothes with you. its safe to assume its his love language under-cover!

HE IS SO ASS WITH PDA all you get is him giving you hand sanitizer before eating meals or snacks. its only you though, don't tell him that.

BUT sometimes when he feels like it, he will take your hand and put it HIS pocket so "your hands are always sheltered from germs" now what type of bs is THAT. (you love this bs)

can be snarky. sometimes he gets the slightest eenie meenie miniest bit cocky, and its very noticable. has the ability to be a little bit of a tease but not in a pestering way more like a little smartass way LMAO.

tetsuro kuroo ; never lose me - flo milli

always has his hand in the back pocket of your pants. that was it. thank you for coming to my ted talk. (to feel your butt? no idea.)

tutor sessions always unbearable. either you're too busy staring at his biceps, or you're sighing that he's made a little pop quiz for you!! tell him it sucks please

if he notices it gets a bit too much or overwhelming for you over the week or before study dates, insists to take you out instead (what a gentleman!! kuroo tetsuro come into my life)

extremely consistent with routine. good morning and good night text DAILY no matter how busy he is, he WILL find a way (i like to think its his way or the high way #kingofprovocation /hj). very good at getting the things he wants in a non-manipulative way but with simply logic and brains

yeah as captain hes no. #1 but he is also no. #1 waist CLUTCHER. his hands are always on you somehow even in the slightest way, but never pervy. he just likes having his hands on you! bonus points if you have hip dips, he loves it so much. he finds it as a perfect spot to place his hands on (btw ppl w hipdips yall are BEAUTIFUL!! 🥹)

i feel as he has a possessive side as well. small, but more noticable compared to someone else. will not hesitate to stare someone (or recite chemistry nerd stuff 🙁) down for looking at you a little too long :3

when he sees you post or sees himself in your instagram or tiktok dumps, his heart tightens a bit in the best way possible. when you mention him in the post he only reacts with a heart but he's actually going insane

[mixxiw]

no offense to this person but yukichan_paolino made me scream

[lunaekalenda]

"We're going to daddy's work!" the kids sing on the back part of your familiar car as you keep driving through the busy Tokyo streets, searching for the Japan Volleyball Association's offices building. You debated with Tetsuro yesterday about if it was a good idea to bring the kids on the "take our children to work" day on his office. They're little, and especially frets, restless and rascals. Tetsuro's position on the association is way too important to have two tiny kids running around his office, but still, he was excited for today - even more than the kids. - since it's the first time they're celebrating this kind of day.

A call enters on the free hands of the car, your older son getting to read the name on the little screen before sharing what he saw with his sister. "Is dad, is dad!" You answer the call hearing your children's whispers behind.

"Love?" Tetsuro's voice sounds around the car, making you smile softly. "Did you find the office?" he asks. You take a quick look to the signals in front of you, unable to find anything that gives you a clue about your husband's workplace.

"I think we're lost." you admit. Tetsuro laughs softly. You used to drop by his office when you didn't had the kids and your way of moving around was walking. Your first work used to be pretty near to his, but getting to it by foot from the subway stop was way easier than getting there by car. Taking the right lanes, the right positions on traffic lights and avoiding passing the intersection.

"We're near a sports center." You keep explaining him what you can see, as he gets an idea of where you are, getting the exact point shortly after. He guides you through your phone, helping you to get the right directions and keeping a background conversation with your kids. Once you arrive to the building, a well-dressed Tetsuro is waiting outside, phone on his ear and all his height escaping from the sun under a tree. He waves your hands towards the car as soon as he sees you, making your children shout with happiness while you park. Tetsuro opens their car door once you shut off the engine, taking your soon to the pavement and unbuckling your daughter's chair straps, carefully taking her out of the car. He looks at both of them before his cheeks blush.

"They insisted to use this." You say, smiling, as you walk around the car to stand next to him. The kids smile showing their t-shirts, both having their surname on their backs and the characteristic color of his dad's volley equipment. Tetsuro's eyes scan softly his children, and a subtle shine appears on his eyes. Taking your phone, you kiss his cheek before pushing him softly towards them.

"Go, go. I'll take a pic of the three of you."

Tetsuro takes your face on his habds before pecking your lips sweetly, leaving towards your kids with big steps and keeling berween both of them. Your daughter gets her little arma tangled around his neck and your son sits on his knee. The three of them smile while you take the pic, smiling to yourself, feeling way too lucky to be part of this family. Tersuro stands up and calls you. "Come, we'll take a pic." You follow your husband's voice and, giving the phone to him, you take your youngest between your arms. Tetsuro picks up your older soon while he tries to get the four of you on the frame, clicking the camera button when all of you smile. "Done!" looking at the clock on his wrist, he sighs. "I'm sorry, love, but we have to go back inside. My break is over."

You kneel near your kids, arranging their backpacks and their clothes, and whispering softly some instructions.

"Don't bother daddy when he's talking with other people, and ask nicely for things. Don't leave his office without him and don't paint on papers you didn't ask for. Have a good day and make sure dad eats all his meal!"

The children laugh and hug you, giving kisses to your cheeks and assuring they will be good at dad's work.

Standing up, Tetsuro gets close to you, tangling his arms on your waist and kissing your lips. "Take care of them, and if you need anything..

"

"Call." he finishes, against your lips again. He gives a new kiss to you, before letting you go sadly. "I'll see you in a few hours." He parts sweetly before reuniting with his kids again.

He takes the children's hands on his own, walking with them towards the office, and you can't help but take a pic of the three, holding hands, giving their back to you and talking while they disappear inside the building. Your new wallpaper welcomes you when your phone gets a notification from Tetsu.

"They should invent the Lover at Work day :("

[onboardsorasora]

Not sure if I like it, but this not about me😅 so here we are Tennis AU;

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5

Part 4!

Daniel collapsed onto his back, star fishing on the court in the shade. His white shorts rode up to show off his pulsing sweaty thighs. His leg hairs were pressed down and slick. His tattoos glistened.

He'd been running drills for too long, if you asked Micheal (don't), he'd say it wasn't long enough. They'd been at it all day, running through their program steadily.

His phone went off in his duffle.

"Is that the power rangers theme?" Micheal paused and raised a brow.

"Kim Possible actually, rude." Daniel pointed his racquet limply in Michael's general direction.

"They're the same tone." Blake called out, chin tucked to his chest, typing away on his phone in the shade. "Doesn't explain why you've gone back to it though."

"It's Max's tone." Daniel was grinning, all teeth. "When my phone's like off silent anyway."

"We allow you on one extracurricular and you come back with a boyfriend." Michael teased throwing a tennis ball at him.

"hey!" Daniel cried out and shifted his hips, turning onto his side to avoid it. Micheal threw another and Daniel lifted the racquet to lob it away with a cheer.

The phone went off again and Daniel scrambled up to get it but was blocked by a new barrage from Michael. He ran off laughingly in the opposite direction to 'safety'.

"Nope." Micheal popped the p with his lips, a cheeky grin present. "We're not done yet, you can check your sexts after."

Daniel whined, pouting his lips and batting his eyes at his trainer.

"Save the pretty eyes for Max, now on mark let's go asshole."

"you can send him a pic of your legs after." Blake looked up quickly with a smirk before going back to his phone.

Daniel grumbled but prepared himself for work anyway. The quicker he got through this, the quicker he could see what Max sent him.

They'd been texting since the night of the beach party. They had spent the rest of the afternoon together, chatting away at a table mostly in their own world.

Max had introduced him to a few people on his team and a couple other drivers who had passed through. It was a great time getting to know Max the man outside of the paddock and around people he felt comfortable with. He was very funny, he made Daniel laugh breathlessly the whole afternoon. They bantered relentlessly, creating and extending jokes about everything.

That was two days ago, Max had escorted him back to the flat he and his team were renting and they exchanged numbers. Daniel kissed him at the door and ducked into the apartment quickly to hide his blush. Not the suavest move, but Max made his brain stop working.

Since then, they've been texting when Daniel wasn't getting his ass kicked by his best friend slash trainer. Max appreciated his training camp and he tried to avoid texting during the day knowing Daniel was busy and needed to focus.

They had dinner plans tonight, so realistically the texts could have been confirming their date or rain checking.

That thought stopped him suddenly and he missed an easy volley.

"Focus DR!" Micheal called, calmly sending over another ball. Daniel shook his head physically to dislodge the thought. He'd think of it all after.

They went on until he was gasping for breath, only stopping after Daniel declared a strike, demanded a union and then plopped himself bodily beside Blake who grimaced. He barely dodged the impending wet hug.

Daniel grasped for his phone, swiping away all the calendar notifications and social media messages to find the one he wanted. He was single minded, completely ignoring the freeze pop electrolyte drink that Michael chucked at him. It bounced off of his sweaty face.

He opened the text thread from Max;

Max V 🥵

Are we still on for 8?

Oops, sorry. Tell Michael not to be mean.

"Max says not to be mean to me Mikey, he's a world champ, you should listen to him." Daniel called out, grinning in delight. Micheal snorted a laugh. Daniel texted back

8 is still good for me. Mike's being evil as always. I swear he gets off on suffering😢

Daniel tore open the freeze pop with his teeth and sucked greedily at the cold drink. His phone went off again in his hands.

Max V 🥵

Poor thing. I'll have to take care of you then, I'll pick you up at 7:30.

Daniel tried to ignore the flutter in his chest at the thought of Max taking care of him.

Gonna show me a good time? 👀

Max V 🥵

Do you want to sleep over?

Daniel barely managed to keep from choking, the empty freeze pop plastic feel out of his mouth. He looked around swiftly and shifted in his seat, suddenly full of energy. He could feel his heart thudding in his chest now, a thrumming in his veins that wasn't there before.

He tilted his phone away from Blake's potential gaze, completely regretting sitting so close now. He bit his lip, unable to pinch his grin.

I'd love to.

[spilledbeans116]

Hey, I'm sending you an inspiration pic. Whatever idea or feeling you get from the picture can serve as the basis for a fic or a short or just a drabble. Enjoy!

Sorry it took a bit! Finals and what not keep me busy, you know? Anyways, before we get into it, I want to thank you for being my first ever request! When I saw the ask I got so happy I genuinely squealed and spooked my sister LOL.

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The Plan - Vegeta x Reader - 3,599 Words

Reader's gender not specified - No use of Y/N - SFW

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    The dirt was cold beneath your skin, your cheeks pressed against it as you groaned in pain. Being volleyed into the ground like a bouncy ball by the saiyan prince certainly wasn’t pleasant; you almost didn’t want to get back up and face him, especially after that embarrassing display you had just put on.

    “You’re not very good at this,” Vegeta quipped, landing beside you and grabbing you by the hem of your shirt. He placed you back on your feet, looking you over with a bored expression. He was in his typical attire: white chest plate with matching boots and gloves slipped on over that damn blue body-suit. You could see his muscles clearly, which no doubt kept you distracted on top of everything else. You had been wanting him to train with you for weeks now, wanting to show off the new technique that Goku had taught you. However, that seemed to be backfiring as you continued to fail to even find an opening for it.

     “I’m rusty, sue me,” you shrugged with a smirk. He simply rolled his eyes, scoffing in the process. 

     “You were the one to agree to this! If you weren’t prepared, why bother!”

    You flinched at his tone before turning away from him. The truth was you thought you had been prepared. Your little crush on the saiyan prince had left you splashing about in the deep end, and Goku said that asking to train with him was exactly what you needed to “loosen up.” It was hard to say no to that big puppy dog, especially when he was so excited to help out after hearing about your plight. 

     “Come on! I’ll even spar with you to help you get ready!” He whined, those gentle eyes of his leaving you defenseless. “Please please please let me help! Please!” That last please was what had gotten you. You trained with Goku for about a month, perfecting his technique and holding your own against the saiyan during your matches. It was when he decided you were ready that he started to sprinkle in the idea of sparring with you to Vegeta. Little spouts of compliments, noting how you were stronger than he thought and how it was really fun practicing with you. 

    You didn’t think it was going to work, but you were surprised when Vegeta approached you at one of Chi-Chi’s cookouts.

     “Kakarot won’t shut up about you,” he had grunted, taking a swig of his beer and leaning against the railing behind you. You couldn’t meet his gaze, glancing down at your own drink.

    “Yeah, we’ve been practicing a lot lately,” you replied casually, trying not to stumble over your words. Whenever he got close it was as if it became harder to think; harder to breathe. This had been when you started to second guess Goku’s plan. You shot him a glance across the way when and he flashed that sunshine smile of his, giving you a quick thumbs up before continuing to stuff his face.

     “If you want a real challenge you should train with me.” Vegeta scoffed, glancing over at you. You felt like you were going to melt.

     “Sounds good to me,” you smiled. “Just don’t expect me to go easy on you!”

     Now here you were, getting your ass handed to you in his base form. You could handle Goku powered up to super saiyan, hell you could dodge his throws when he leveled up to SS2, but with Vegeta it was as if it all went out the window and you were back in your first fighting lesson. Being so close to him you could smell him, hear his grunts and sharp inhales as he moved around. It was eating you alive.

     “I’m just warming up! That’s all,” you offered instead, brushing yourself off. You wiped your brow and shook out your hands to expel your nerves. “I’m ready now, I swear.”

     “Good. I was just warming up as well,” he smirked, floating back up into the sky with his arms crossed. You followed him up, staying eye level with him the whole time. “Now the fight truly begins.”

***

    After the first few punches it had been clear he was serious. You weaved between his throws quickly, barely dodging as he swept his leg out and went to kick you back. You grabbed his leg, spinning him quickly in a circle before launching him off to your left. In the blink of an eye he was on your right, and you blocked your head with your arm as he threw another punch.

     “Tch, as if that would do anything!” He yelled, finally landing a hit in your gut. You gasped for air, clutching your stomach as you curled up slightly from the impact. He seemed to falter for a second but it felt as if you had hallucinated it as he launched his foot into your chest, sending you flying backwards.

    Suddenly your flight was stopped as he was behind you, sending you careening towards the ground as his boot met your spine. You stopped yourself in mid-air suddenly, flipping around to shoot out your arms and launch a handful of brightly colored ki blasts at where you would have landed. Dust was thrown up, creating a smokescreen of sorts as you regained your composure and landed softly on the dirt floor. You looked around for the prince to no avail, your attack having coated you and your vision in smoke.

    You shut your eyes tight, waiting for his power to surge as he went to attack you. You felt a tingling feeling from above you and stepped aside as Vegeta planted his foot right where your body had been. You swung quickly, feeling your fist connect with his chest as he staggered back. You swung, left then right then left again, each blow connecting with his face, cheek, then gut. He inhaled sharply, ducking as you swung at his head again. 

    He spun, his foot sweeping your legs out from under you as you fell on your ass. You smirked as you attempted to return the favor, spinning on your back to kick his legs out from under him. He jumped, landing back on the floor right as you pushed yourself up, kicking him straight in the stomach instead. Sweat clouded your forehead and ran down your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as the prince grabbed onto your ankle. He lifted you above his head quickly, using the momentum to slam your body back onto the floor behind him.

    You cried out in pain, spittle flying from your mouth as your vision flashed hot and white. His grip on your ankle loosened for a moment before tightening once more; he grit his teeth as you lifted back up and spun around like a top, the wind whipping past you and cooling your skin. You began to feel nauseous from how fast you were going before he let go, launching you a good distance from him.

     Your body hit the ground and continued to roll, sending up a dust cloud in your wake. After three or four tumbles you sprang up, digging your heels into the dirt and leaving behind skid marks. You wiped your mouth on your arm, spitting out blood as you stared at the prince.

    “Had enough?” He huffed, crossing his arms once more. “I’m getting tired of this.”

    You took your fighting stance, shaking your head. “No! I still haven’t shown you what I can do!”

    He sighed at that, rolling his eyes as he began to float up, “let’s get this over with then,” he grunted, eyes running over your bruised form. Your glances met for a moment and a moment only before he tore his eyes away, unable to hold your gaze as you looked at him with such determination.

    You certainly didn’t feel determined right now as you studied his own features. He was dirty, same as you, but other than that seemingly untouched. He tilted his body in the air, moving his arms to the right of him and bending his one leg at the knee. You felt your heart race as he placed the palm of his left hand over the back of his right, curling his fingers in the process.

    You knew his moves well, and were very aware of how powerful his next attack would be. You started to build your energy, feeling it ripple and crackle around you as the dirt below your feet shook, pebbles rising slightly from the disruption of energy. 

    You grew annoyed with yourself, Goku, and him. Why had Goku been so incessant on helping you with this? You realized he didn’t know a damn thing about romance and sure, his intentions had been good, but now you were just making a fool of yourself in front of the prince. It was obvious you were merely a toy for him, the look on Vegeta’s face not at all concerned. His brows were furrowed, but what else was new? For the most part he seemed relaxed, not even bothering to power up fully. That is what pushed you to keep pulling as he began his attack.

    “GALICK!” He shouted, a purple aura slowly enveloping him. You braced yourself, feeling the energy bud beneath your fingertips as you prepared to release your own counter attack. “GUN!” At his shout, a powerful laser shot from his hands, quickly being met with a blast and yell of your own.

    The colors clashed and sent sparks around the both of you as you fought to maintain it, the force of the attack startling Vegeta slightly. He hadn’t prepared properly for it to be as strong as it was and found his hold on it slipping. “OH NO YOU DON’T!” He screamed, powering up to super saiyan as a wave went through his attack. You watched as the purple beam began to envelop your own before you widened your stance slightly. You grit your teeth, unsure of if you should push yourself during this and if your body would be able to take it. You decided that it was worth it; you could vent your frustrations with this idiotic plan while the opportunity was presented to you. All of those days spent training, for what? To not even be taken seriously?

     “KAIOKEN!” You yelled, feeling your power surge.

     “Not again!” Vegeta grunted, sending another surge of power through his beam. They seemed to be stuck at a halfway point before the ground around you began to crack and split, your energy leaving a crater around you.

     “TIMES… TEN!” Your body glowed red and you cried out at the strain on your muscles as you forced the energy to be expelled from your body. You ki widened, beginning to steadily break through his before he rolled out of the way at the last second, your beam launching out beside him and into the sky as he watched with wide eyes. You sank deeper into the Earth, tears welling in your eyes as it felt as though your body was being torn apart; you had perfected five, but nothing above that had even been explored. 

    You cut the attack off, your arms falling weakly at your sides as your power receded. 

    “THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!” Vegeta screamed, marching over to you, golden form glowing before your eyes. Your vision was blurry, but even then his bright blue eyes stuck out against the world around you. He was beautiful like this, as bright as a star in the night. “YOU WERE TRYING TO KILL ME!”

    You smirked weakly, a laugh bubbling in the back of your throat as your body swayed. “I won.” As your legs gave out along with your consciousness, Vegeta was quick to catch you before you could hit the floor. He shifted you in his arms, his left hand supporting the base of your neck while the other held your legs.

    “You idiot,” he frowned, shooting off back to Bulma’s.

***

    You groaned as you came to, your head swimming as you sat up slowly. You went to lift your hand to your forehead to provide some sort of pressure against the ache but instead found yourself hissing as your arm shifted. You looked down at it, wrapped in bandages like a mummy. 

    “Settle down, you’re fine.” Vegeta huffed. Your eyes shot up, finding him leaning against the doorframe of the room you were in. It was decorated plainly, with dark dressers, cabinets, and hardwood floors. There were no photographs or decorations, just a small desk with a navy blue journal and a white lamp sitting on it. The bed you were in had dark blue sheets, soft and silky beneath your skin.

     “Where am I?” You croaked, your entire body aching as you spoke.

    “My room,” he replied plainly, causing your face to heat up. He didn’t notice, walking over to the desk and grabbing the journal carefully before shoving it into one of the drawers.

    “Why?”

    Vegeta rolled his eyes and scoffed as if you had asked the dumbest question in the entire world. “You passed out. I very well wasn’t going to leave you there.”

     “Why not a hospital? Bulma’s medical ward?” 

    He frowned, “Bulma isn’t here and a hospital wouldn’t know what to do with you like this.” He pulled out the rolling-chair by his desk, sitting in it and resting his arms on his legs. He leaned forward to stare at you, clasping his hands in front of his face. “Why the hell did you do that?”

     “Do what?”

     “Push yourself that far. It was clear you weren’t ready.”

     You scoffed, rolling your eyes and pouting, “whatever. I wouldn’t have known unless I tried. Besides, I’m still alive aren’t I?”

    “You could have killed yourself!”

    “I know my own limits!” You snapped, attempting to sit up. You cried out before Vegeta placed a hand on your chest and pushed you back down.

    “Stop moving. Your body needs rest.”

    You gave a chuckle at that before wincing. “That’s ironic coming from you, Mr. Broken Ribs.”

    You were surprised to see a smirk tug at his lips before it quickly disappeared. “See? I know what I’m talking about then. Wait here.”

    He got up, walking out of the room and leaving you alone with your thoughts for the time being. You became acutely aware of how much his bed smelled like him. You resisted the urge to pull the blankets up to your face and bury your head in them. Why had he taken you here? Surely Bulma had spare bedrooms that were free, it wasn’t as if her house was filled with people at the moment. 

    Vegeta returned a few minutes later; he had a small tray in his hands, with a bowl and a bottle of water resting on it precariously. He walked over to you, boots clacking against the wooden floor before he set it on your lap.

    “Here. You need to stay hydrated and I wouldn’t doubt you’re probably starving.”

    You went to tell him you weren’t, but the comedic timing of your growling stomach shut you up quickly. Instead, you said, “the prince of all saiyans made me soup? It’s an honor.”

    He blushed slightly, his ears heating up before he glanced away and crossed his arms again. “Oh whatever. Don’t start or I’ll eat the damn food myself.”

    You grunted as you picked up the spoon and raised it to your lips, blowing on it carefully before drinking the broth. You smiled as the warm liquid ran down your throat, relaxing your body a bit as you dipped the spoon back down for more. “How’d you know this is my favorite? Or was it just a lucky guess?”

    Vegeta visibly stiffened, his hands twitching at his sides as he thought of how to answer. “Does it matter?”

    “No, I guess not. Just happy is all.” You looked up at him, flashing him a genuine smile. “Thank you, Vegeta.”

     He went silent, sitting back in the chair and crossing his legs. He gripped the edge of the chair tightly as he mumbled under his breath, “Kakarot told me it was your favorite.”

    “What was that?” You asked, popping the spoon in your mouth and crying out, dropping it quickly as he hopped up.

    “What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself? Your wrist?” He grabbed your arm quickly yet carefully, turning it over so he could study your open palm and wrist. His eyes ran over your skin, scanning for any signs of strain or damage.

     “I burned my mouth,” you whined. “It’s really hot.”

     “YOU IDIOT!” He snapped, dropping your hand. It bounced against the bed slightly. “OF COURSE IT’S HOT!”

     “YOU DISTRACTED ME!”

     “TCH! DON’T BLAME ME FOR YOUR OWN REDUNDANCY!”

    You frowned, picking up the spoon and setting it back in the bowl. After a bit of silence the bowl was empty, and you went to pick up the water. Vegeta snatched it quickly, opening it for you before setting it back on the tray. You raised an eyebrow at him as he glared at you.

     “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Vegeta. You don’t have to baby me.”

     “I’m the reason you ended up like this,” he frowned. “I’m merely making up for my own transgressions. Nothing else.”

     “You don’t take care of Goku after you mess him up,” you teased as you took a sip from the bottle. Vegeta stayed silent once more, unable to deny your point but unwilling to explain himself. You chose not to push him, changing the subject instead. “How long was I out for?”

    “Three days.” He replied plainly. You, on the other hand, began to panic.

     “THREE DAYS?” You ran your hands over your head, eyes wide as you began to panic. “I WAS OUT FOR THREE DAYS? BUT-“

    “I took care of everything.” He grunted, leaning back and staring at the drawer he had placed his journal in. 

    “What-“

    “You didn’t miss anything and I checked in on your things.”

     You blinked at him, “oh. Well thank you.” You were surprised he paid that much attention to you. You could have sworn that sometimes he couldn’t even remember your name let alone all the things you had to take care of in your life.

     “You’re welcome. I won’t be so kind next time, so don’t let this happen again.”

     “Next time?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow at him. 

     He simply nodded, “it’s obvious Kakarot isn’t training you properly even though you have plenty of untapped potential. From now on I’ll be training you instead.”

     You blushed a bit at the idea of spending more time with the prince before laughing awkwardly. He glared at you, taking it as mockery towards his offer. “What the hell is so funny?”

     “I thought you hated training with me!” You giggled, trying to cover your mouth to stop yourself. “You looked bored the entire fight. You even kept complaining about it!”

    “How else were you going to get worked up and unleash your potential?” He huffed. “Besides, I always look the same, don’t I?”

    You laughed again at that; a good, hearty one, while Vegeta smirked down at you. He loved seeing you smile, and it warmed his heart that he was what was bringing that look to your face. “You’ve got me there. I won’t take it easy on you once I’m better though!”

    He grinned once more as he collected your tray and empty bowl, making his way to the kitchen to wash everything. 

    Sure, asking Kakarot to put in a good word for him with you hadn’t gone entirely as expected. When Kakarot had come back and told him he started training with you, Vegeta wanted to knock his teeth out. After a bit his incessant rambling about you pushed Vegeta to the edge, wanting to make a move before it was too late. He hadn’t realized you took training so seriously in the first place, but he didn’t mind. Being alone with you, even if it was to spar, sounded good to him. He didn’t want to hurt you, throwing his punches on occasion and not pushing himself as hard. A select few times he thought of stopping altogether, but realized you might take offense to it. Apparently you had anyway, and almost died in the process.

    Next time he’d show you how to fight properly; how to use his techniques without straining your body. After a while, maybe he’d even have the courage to ask you on a date. He shook his head at that. What was he even thinking? A date? Where the hell had that come from? He finished rinsing off the utensils and dried them with the dish rag before putting them all away. Sure he had feelings for you, but that didn’t mean they were reciprocated. 

    Little did either of you know, Goku had planned this all from the start as a means to get you two together. Both the prince and yourself had confided in him your crushes, and he’d be damned if he didn’t do something to get his best buds together. After all, he bet Krillin 10 bucks it would happen, and Goku wasn’t one to lose at anything. Later down the road, when you guys would eventually become official, then he would embarrass you both with the stories and confessions you had told him. Until then, he would just have to continue to be the best wing-man this universe had ever seen.

[horizon-verizon]

i just can't with these kind of takes and the comments are so weird www*tumblr*com/fragileheartbeats/749326416019079168/its-really-funny-to-me-how-daemon-fans-are?source=share literally saying that daemon was the worst person in F&B is so brainless when we have aemond decimating an entire house, daemon haters has it bad and they even dare to defend a rapist and a genocide

I volley you, anon, to rhaenin-time's posts HERE and HERE of why that OP you send the link of is just not correct (pics below). Bonded in HotD hatred over here, yes ma'am!

[th1nkingouttloud]

Hiii!! This is in intro for my acc :)

Im a minor and taken so please no gross or vile comments!!

This is mainly a venting acc

My style is sorta grungy ig

I enjoy painting and music!

I’m Omni and have a WONDERFUL gf<3

I love volley ball and contemporary dance!

I love bats and bugs 🐛

I’m an infp ⭐️

DO NOT BE RASIST, HOMOPHOBIC, FAT PHOBIC OR USE ANY RUDE AND INEXCUSABLE LANGUAGE TOWARDS A COMMUNITY OF PEOPLE!!

TW FOR THE STUFF BELOOOWWWW

This acc will talk about subjects like :

dr*g use, SH, SA, @n@ and some more traumatic things so please don’t look at my page unless your okay with this things!! I don’t want to get T worded so please just block instead of reporting :D🫶🏻

feel free to add my snap if you want to see more SH pics! It’s “soggynoddles0” (don’t ask😭)

I’m 5’7 and about 140 - 135 lbs, my GW is 100 and my UGW is 95 - 90 lbs :)

Have a lovely rest of your day!!

[chayscribbles]

Song - Pic - Saying Tag

thanks @constellationandcompendium for the tag!!!

Rules: Pick an OC and post a song you relate to them, an image that represents them in some way (aesthetic, picrew, art, etc), and a quote of dialogue or narration from them. Totally feel free to expand and explain!

it was so hard to pick just one bc if you know me you know i have veeery specific and elaborate WIP and character playlists lmao... but i had to go with Euna Li for this one because of this one song that just fits her way too well.

Song: Are You Impressed by Honey Revenge:

it slaps

almost every single line could be Euna's inner dialogue as she struggles with self-worth and feeling like she's always fucking up (especially when it comes to following Leo's orders), i could post the entire lyrics but these ones stand out the most:

Never been too proud, I've always been too loud to ignore My mouth's a mess Now being annoying comes with reward and everyone's impressed Are you impressed? Are you impressed?

Forever trying to please you, but I can't Following the leader, not a chance

Pic:

SHE IS EUNOUGH !!!!!

Saying:

the way i'm struggling to not post an entire paragraph LMAO. you know what, fuck it. here's the paragraph.

The struggling guard shot a volley into the ceiling, extinguishing one of the few emergency lights. Euna took advantage of the distraction to shoot at them again… and completely missed. The shot shattered one of the cells’ windows, making the prisoner inside scream. Fuck it, Euna thought, charging forward. She’d have to take her chances with the gauntlets. Leo had given her orders to take down those guards, and she’d be damned if she didn’t follow them. She couldn’t let Leo see how much she was struggling. She had to keep going.

and because i have no self control here's another one:

“Why didn’t you tell the Captain you couldn’t fight?” Gabi asked, stepping aside to place the panel on the desk so she could switch tools. B-34 had returned by then with her toolkit and was standing patiently behind her, holding it out for her. “She could have lent you her blaster, or given you another task, or… something. I’m sure she would’ve understood.” “She doesn’t have to know every time I get a little hurt,” Euna said, peering down to get a better look at Gabi working. “She’s got more important things to care about.”

thank you for coming to my TED talk, i'll now be tagging: @reneesbooksooks @artdecosupernova-writing @indecentpause @lena-rambles @albatris @akindofmagictoo. no pressure have funnnnnn!!!!!

[collegetennisoriginstory]

totally unrelated here but because I've been living and breathing the volley matches of the pre Olympics I've come to picture Tobin with USA Jordan Thompson's features 0.0 (shes so cute!!)

Awww omg I can absolutely 1000% see it too.

Jordan Thompson IS so cute! Here's some pics I found for everyone's benefit haha. Maybe between this and the haikyu recs you guys have been sending in persistently, I should start getting into volleyball...

[aloysiusrpg]

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE (forum camping/low fantasy)

inspiration the white lotus, hsmtmts, the odyssee, gossip girl.

CONTEXTE.

“lundi, c’est aquabike,

mardi, c’est randonnée dans les bois,

mercredi, c’est bronzette sur la plage,

jeudi, c’est cours de poterie avec les amis,

vendredi, c’est initiation au tai-chi

samedi, c’est soirée au camping,

dimanche, c’est pic-nic avec les voisins

et après ?

et après c’est la même chose,

lundi, c’est tournoi de volley-ball,

mardi, c’est veillée autour d’un feu de camp à faire griller les chamallows

mais on repart quand ?

pourquoi tu veux repartir ? on est pas bien là,

on est bien là, oui”

tel un cirque itinéraire, le campus du lotus blanc s’était installé ici-là pour une durée de quelques mois. Il attirait les foules, offrant un complexe et des infrastructures sans pareilles et les gens restaient, sans trop savoir pourquoi, goûtant les mets les plus somptueux à base de lotus. et puis lorsqu’il y en avait plus, c’était la fin des vacances, tous pliaient bagages et reprenaient leur vie jusqu’à ce que le lotus blanc apparaisse à un autre endroit du globe.

Le camping, c’est le théâtre de la découverte de soi, de la découverte des autres, des rencontres amicales ou amoureuses, des drames soudains, du divertissement sans borne, des limites franchies allant jusqu’aux plus noires envies.

vous aussi, rejoignez le lotus blanc parce qu’on sait pas jusqu’’à quand ça durera, ni où ça nous mènera.

PRESENTATION DU FORUM.

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE (MIAB) est un forum de type camping se voulant être éphémère, c’est-à-dire qui dure entre 4/5 mois et après ? si ça marche, l’endroit, le décor, tout change, vous pourrez conserver vos personnages ou en changer car le lotus blanc se veut être itinérant.

c’est aussi un forum qui se veut être chill, pas de mots ou de lignes exigées, on répond quand on veut, à son rythme. Les rps courts sont plutôt privilégiés, en plus des différents moyens de communication qui seront mis en place. Des animations inrp seront là pour satisfaire à la fois celleux qui n’ont pas trop le temps de se consacrer au forum ainsi que celleux qui veulent s’investir à fond. le but (même si c’est toujours une douce utopie) c’est que chacun.e y trouve son compte.

A CE STADE

Je lance l’idée, je suis seul à bord avec mon petit imaginaire et mes petites mains pour écrire, évidemment, je cherche un à deux compères qui seraient partant.e.s pour se lancer dans l’aventure (à savoir que je vise personnellement une ouverture fin avril). Je cherche aussi quelqu’un qui serait prêt à coder/grapher, sans forcément être dans le staff s’iel ne veut pas. évidemment avoir déjà administrer est un plus et se montrer communicatif aide aussi.

bref si ça vous intéresse, go go go et mpottez moi.

[scotianostra]

January 17th 1746 saw the second Battle of Falkirk.

Also called the Battle of Falkirk Muir, this was a battle during, what is known as the ‘45 uprising.

Following his defeat at the Battle of Prestonpans, Sir John Cope was replaced by Lieutenant General Henry Hawley as commander-in-chief of the royal forces in Scotland. During the latter part of 1745 Prince Charles’s Jacobite Army marched south towards London.

Prince Charles got no further than Derby before turning back and marching into the North of Scotland where it joined the Jacobite forces besieging Major General Blakeney in Stirling Castle.

Lieutenant-General Hawley led his army from Edinburgh to relieve Blakeney and arrived at Falkirk for the final approach, where the Government troops encamped. On 17th January 1746 the Jacobites were seen marching up onto Falkirk Moor to the south west of the town.

Word was sent to Hawley in his lodgings, who, at first refused to believe the rebels could be advancing. Finally he galloped into the camp.

Hawley ordered his army to march up onto the moor. The weather had broken and it was raining hard. It was also nearly dark, the rain caused the artillery to become stuck in the mud at the bottom of the hill, depriving Hawley of an important asset for the battle.

Hawley ordered his dragoons to charge. The dragoons approached the highlanders and received a volley which caused them to break and flee down the hill back to Falkirk. The highlanders then attacked the two lines of foot soldiers

Most of the Government regiments fled, other than three regiments that held their ground; Ligonier’s, Barrel’s and Price’s. These three regiments met the highland charge with steady volleys before withdrawing in good order back down the hill to their camp, Barrel’s grenadiers attaching themselves to the traces of abandoned guns and dragging them into the camp.

The Jacobites had become considerably dispersed in the murky conditions and many of them were in doubt as to who had won the battle, which had lasted around twenty minutes.

As soon as the government regiments reached their camp they headed off towards Edinburgh in considerable disarray. The reports indicate that the royal army lost around 350 men killed, wounded and missing. Some 300 were captured. The highlanders lost some 50 dead and 70 wounded.

In Edinburgh the Duke of Cumberland arrived to take over command on 30th January 1746.

The pics show a contemporary map of the battlefield, a government broadsheet asking for women volunteers and the monument to the battle I took in May 2020.

For those interested in the events as they happened in the Outlander world I took this from Outlander wiki;

A few days before the actual battle, Claire and Jamie find themselves sequestered in a church on Falkirk Hill with several of the MacKenzie clan following a skirmish with English troops. Rupert MacKenzie is injured and dies inside the church. Ultimately, Claire pretends to be a hostage so that the Highlanders can bargain her release in exchange for their own escape.

[sunbeamstress]

hi not much to share today! have some pics of my AC, "Goldie"

Goldie is the fifth design project by the PMC/Core Theory think-tank, "Fantastic Damage" - hence her designation: FANDAM 05

she's a medium-weight bipedal AC who alternates between long-range high-stagger explosive volleys, and hyperaggressive melee combat. i like to think of her as a giant gun i attached an AC to!

[wyrmfedgrave]

Pics: Just a small sampling of H. P. Lovecraft's influence on popular world culture...

1. There's stores now that only sell Lovecraftiana!! This is as amazing as the 1st stores that sold comics & related paraphernalia alone...

2. This would make for a great paper head on your personal website...

3 thru 5. Here we see the effects of more modern culture on Lovecraft's own ideas. An unholy melding of humor, madness & the commercial realms of the Peanuts, a now free Disney rat & (fittingly) sea monkeys!!

6. This 1 is a new ad - but, is it real?! Or, just another fever dream?!! I can't tell...

7. The long time coming - strange eons? - meld between the Great Old One & Victorian retro-stylings. Hoping for more to come...

Like say, an 'armed' (Heh) Cthulhu Pirate-King!!

Make it so...

8. Finally, the finality of the human race is on!

But, is it so?

Remember, everyone who can hear or even know about the Lovecraftian Truth of Reality... Goes Mad!!

So, I wouldn't be too quick to accept some mad dude's tale... There's no telling what's in his brain stem.

Remember, the original story was that we'd become 'like' the Great Old Ones! Free to know 'beyond' Good & Evil.

If that 'fate' has changed - then, any future possibility is possible...

1914: "End of the Jackson War."

Intro: When writing of HPL, writers use letters, essays & biographies about him. Even his stories can tell us much about his innermost being.

Taken together, this mass of info make Howard 1 of the most well documented fellows ever!

There seems to be few periods that we don't know something about Lovecraft's life.

Even during the "Lost Time" of HPL's retreat from society - as new info is always been discovered...

Researchers now know what books Lovecraft read, who he was with & what they spoke about.

They even know what flavor of ice cream Howard was eating & when!

A good example is how HPL never mentions James Dwyer's "City of the Unseen" published in the Argosy mag of December 1913.

It's not a good story, but, not only did Lovecraft read it, it's central image¹ reappeared in HPL's own later works.

We know Howard owned a copy of it, because this issue contains the 1st return volley in the weird Lovecraft/ Fred Jackson Letter War.

Which HPL had originally instigated in the earlier September 1913 issue of Argosy.

But, all things must pass...

In the end, Lovecraft wrote his War's epitaph. And he didn't use overlong or overblown language!

But, he did sneak in some martial terms...

Work: "Pray spare an inch or two², (to) print (these) critics's joint adieu."

"So long... since we began (this) fray, That readers swear we've (stolen) your Log³ away!"

"Forgive... sinners that presume. To fill with... verse⁴, such precious room."

"Inflamed by war & in... martial rage, We held awhile the center... stage."

"Til, blinded by... (such) furious fire, We battled on, forgetting to retire."

"But, (even) feuds draw... to their ends & foe(s) live to meet as friends:"

"So do we now... in lasting peace, Lay down our pens & slander(s) cease."

"What sound is this? ...A joyous yell, As we say farewell."

Notes:

1. Dwyer's "City of the Unseen" is a Lost Race story about an ancient city in the Arabian "Empty Quarter"!!

This sounds a lot like Howard's Irem! The City of Pillars that was swallowed by the sands of Araby!!

It was the lost city mentioned in the holy Koran... And, it might have been found - thru spy satellite footage!

2. This is about the measurement of column space given over to stories, pics & letters in newspapers, mags, etc...

In some cases, stories had to be cut in length, summarized or re-edited to fit the available space.

At the worst, the affected story would be 'saved' for later publication...

3. The "Log" was probably the name of the Argosy's letters page...

Some mags might also use a 2nd name like "Action Log", "Adventure Log" - even just "The Letters Log."

4. As mentioned in earlier posts, some letter writers used poetry to project their 'attacks' & to 'defend' each other.

And, Lovecraft was right in the middle of it all, slinging poetic barbs at Fred Jackson's writing skills...

It was this Letter War that brought HPL to the attention of the mighty UAPA.

More next time...

[proxylynn]

what does Little Lynn & Jack Horner buy for themselves when they’re bored ?

[Doing this I think was worth it as I got to branch out with not just my art, but some lore. So here is the canon response that takes place sometime after the events of the movie/my story.]

It was easy enough to keep things normal at the factory, no one talks if they know what's good for them. But there was no hiding when it came to paying the annual visit to his parents. After the volley of questions that came, new more uncomfortable ones followed, and it wasn't hard for Jonathan and Elizabeth to pick up the dynamic between the pair had shifted in a more closer way. Sadly for Jack, there wasn't enough alcohol to numb out his father's insistent prodding so...He snapped and let the proverbial cat out of the bag. Before things could escalate into a barrage that no storm could withstand, Lynsie pulled a compromise to ease all without further stress. To please his parents and get his father off his back to put an end to the teasing that boils Jack's blood, she offered her hand.

It was a private ceremony of just the four in a courthouse. Sure enough, Jonathan ceased his teasing of Jack since "the boy finally manned up". Now it was Elizabeth who would begin her own pestering but that's another story. Jack and Lynsie made an agreement beforehand that this was purely a show for his parents and meant nothing. Nothing was to change unless he sanctioned so, which she was fine with, it was no different from how they handled every other aspect of their partnership. Out in public, it's business as always, not even wearing their rings on their hands. Yet behind closed doors in the comfort of just themselves, defenses were dropped in favor of the calm of domestics. It's not the wish he wanted but he's not complaining about the outcome when he has moments like this. And for her, well, she can't complain as now she finally has a last name...Horner.

{I did some more edits, moved bits, expanded others, and added a few more little details because I couldn't help myself. As promised, here is how the pic would be in the normal pre-star timeline. Not much different but it does feel as though it's not the same. Like post-star they're equal and she shares in his drink. Pre-star it's all about him so she is just catering to his needs and she is only able to indulge at his say...note she doesn't have a glass here. Plus, no scarring. On a side note, I so headcanon him wearing garter socks and I have no clue why I think they look sexy on him. This man just can't not be hot to me. It's impossible.}

[messageinabottlerpg]

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE. (forum camping éphémère)

inspiration the white lotus, hsmtmts, the odyssee, gossip girl.

CONTEXTE.

“lundi, c’est aquabike,

mardi, c’est randonnée dans les bois,

mercredi, c’est bronzette sur la plage,

jeudi, c’est cours de poterie avec les amis,

vendredi, c’est initiation au tai-chi

samedi, c’est soirée au camping,

dimanche, c’est pic-nic avec les voisins

et après ?

et après c’est la même chose,

lundi, c’est tournoi de volley-ball,

mardi, c’est veillée autour d’un feu de camp à faire griller les chamallows

mais on repart quand ?

pourquoi tu veux repartir ? on est pas bien là,

on est bien là, oui”

tel un cirque itinéraire, le campus du lotus blanc s’était installé ici-là pour une durée de quelques mois. Il attirait les foules, offrant un complexe et des infrastructures sans pareilles et les gens restaient, sans trop savoir pourquoi, goûtant les mets les plus somptueux à base de lotus. et puis lorsqu’il y en avait plus, c’était la fin des vacances, tous pliaient bagages et reprenaient leur vie jusqu’à ce que le lotus blanc apparaisse à un autre endroit du globe.

Le camping, c’est le théâtre de la découverte de soi, de la découverte des autres, des rencontres amicales ou amoureuses, des drames soudains, du divertissement sans borne, des limites franchies allant jusqu’aux plus noires envies.

vous aussi, rejoignez le lotus blanc parce qu’on sait pas jusqu’’à quand ça durera, ni où ça nous mènera.

PRESENTATION DU FORUM.

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE (MIAB) est un forum de type camping se voulant être éphémère, c’est-à-dire qui dure entre 4/5 mois et après ? si ça marche, l’endroit, le décor, tout change, vous pourrez conserver vos personnages ou en changer car le lotus blanc se veut être itinérant.

c’est aussi un forum qui se veut être chill, pas de mots ou de lignes exigées, on répond quand on veut, à son rythme. Les rps courts sont plutôt privilégiés, en plus des différents moyens de communication qui seront mis en place. Des animations inrp seront là pour satisfaire à la fois celleux qui n’ont pas trop le temps de se consacrer au forum ainsi que celleux qui veulent s’investir à fond. le but (même si c’est toujours une douce utopie) c’est que chacun.e y trouve son compte.

A CE STADE

Je lance l’idée, je suis seul à bord avec mon petit imaginaire et mes petites mains pour écrire, évidemment, je cherche un à deux compères qui seraient partant.e.s pour se lancer dans l’aventure (à savoir que je vise personnellement une ouverture fin avril). Je cherche aussi quelqu’un qui serait prêt à coder/grapher, sans forcément être dans le staff s’iel ne veut pas. évidemment avoir déjà administrer est un plus et se montrer communicatif aide aussi.

bref si ça vous intéresse, go go go et mpottez moi.