#ria exists

[aryxchse]

finally finished korra, my gf is amazing, the war was just chefs kiss, i loved how all the characters slayed fr, it was an epic masterpiece

[kierenrose]

the pieces want to be together

[rialitysworld]

you know, i gave up on books like a few years ago. it's like filling the daily quota of words i can read per day/week with mainly reading stuff for uni. so naturally it didn't leave much for books, just the occasional fanfics. and now i can't even read fics. i have betrayed myself and everything i stand for

[skellyjingles]

I ship disaster sapphic Yachi with Kanoka’s supportive friend, Maiko. Join me in my WLW canoe!!

(a collab with hornyowlboi on twt - they did the lines while i did the sketch+colors)

based on this post:

[riacte]

Everytime I see you I think ur pfp is a lineless art of yue from avatar

Thanks for the ask! Lmao I don’t watch Avatar but I searched them up and yeah <3 I see the resemblance <3

My pfp is actually a picrew of my sky kid from Sky Children of the Light! I’m a retired player now and don’t go there anymore but Sky is still precious to me. White / red cape + timid hair + white pants… that’s my skykid!! :DDDD

I’ve thought about changing my pfp but the main reasons I don’t want to is because 1) I don’t have a set sona 2) I don’t want to change it to screenshots / fanart bc I want it to resemble me (but I have been soooo tempted to change it to spopera fanart) 3) it’s a nice shade of blue.

Way back in 2020/21 I used to have this for my pfp lol… (ofc it’s still blue 💙)

[shoot-of-corruption]

L: Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for?

Q: A ship you’ve abandoned and why.

Z: What's a ship that you want to ship publicly, but everyone on tumblr hates it so you keep your mouth shut about it?

C: A pairing you wish you shipped, but just can't.

Fandom-Related Questions

L: Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for? That is actually hard. I have such self centered ideas of the characters that I RP as, that I realize, others likely feel very differently about them. I would probably ask them to display the character that is probably most centered as their muse and display them in the unique way they feel them as. Like a OneShot of their muse, very much being in tune with themselves or a drawing of them in their purest form, that is most themselves. Just the impression that gives them life. That is probably the most intense thing you can see... and also do. It costs a lot of energy. But that is what I would want to see the most.

Q: A ship you’ve abandoned and why. Well.... in all honesty, I used to Fearship at some point - since I never saw Mariku as a part of the Ishtar family per choice. But this shipping got out of hand for me and actually is the closest to incest one could see, so I have abandoned it by now. Also it was so fucking toxic >_>

Z: What's a ship that you want to ship publicly, but everyone on tumblr hates it so you keep your mouth shut about it?

*dances like a goblin and shoves her trash in your face*

*cries softly in a corner* I mean I get it... I understand... but honestly they could work non-toxically in the aftermath and nobody ever wants that... I WANT THAT! They would be BADASS.

C: A pairing you wish you shipped, but just can't.

*begs to the gods that listen so I won't be decapitated in the next 5 seconds*

... Thiefshipping. HEAR ME OUT.

I absolutely understand this shipping. I also think they deserve the best and I can SEE how they work together and I wish everybody the best happiness with shipping them. I personally wish I could feel anything when I look at thiefshipping... but it literally does nothing to me.

It's not giving me anything >_< I am so sorry... please don't kill me.

[brennacedria]

I FOUND THIS IN MY OLD FILES AND WHAT THE FUCK LMAO

the notes for the file were "imagine your otp playing paintball. modern alt!Ria and Sebastian"

I'm assuming I posted this.... whenever I originally wrote it, but here's a new copy for the hell of it. also, it's not on ao3 so I'll have to fix that.

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“Vael, you son of a bitch! Get your ass down here and fight fair!”

Three sharp punches of neon green burst against her chest, and a fourth dug into the flesh of her hip just under the edge of the vest she wore. Ria swore again and removed her helmet so she could see around the paint obscuring its visor.

“Varric, call the damn game already!” she demanded.

A splash of orange struck her in the upper arm, and two more of the same green as before hit her legs, one in each knee. The only consolation she could take was hearing Merrill’s squeals of victory over the shot to Ria’s arm being cut short by yelps of her own as she was ambushed herself. “Varric, they’re cheating!” she shouted again. “Call the damn game!”

“No can do, Hawke,” Varric’s voice floated down from his observation post where he presided over the battle. “Nothing Sebastian’s doing is breaking any of the rules.”

“Are you kidding me? He’s just camped out in one spot and sniping us! We can’t hit him back!”

Sebastian’s accented laugh echoed through the trees from the elevated platform he’d stationed himself on. “Stop being such a sore loser, Ria,” he called down to her, then dodged back behind his cover again as she shot two of her own red pellets his direction. “I told you I’d teach you to shoot if you wanted, you turned the offer down.”

“I had other things on my mind at the time,” she spat back, forgetting her helmet and taking cover behind the nearest tree before he could shoot her again.

She heard him hiss sharply, followed a few moments later by the sound of Isabela and Merrill high-fiving one another. The reprieve didn’t last long, as she realized belatedly that her right shoulder was not only visible from the other side of her tree, but now also covered in green paint, which had splattered into her hair.

“How about this, Ria? When we get home tonight I’ll help you get cleaned up and help work out any sore spots from today.”

While normally this would be a welcome distraction, this time Ria didn’t even pause to consider such an offer. She peered carefully around the side of her tree to find him tracking one of the others, and took the time to aim her own rifle at his helmet, just above the ear. She ignored the yellow splashes that broke on the tree next to her, and pulled the trigger.

“Boom, headshot!” she cheered when she hit her mark, and collapsed in the dirt at the base of the tree laughing at her own success.

The others gradually made their way back to the center of the game’s range to compare hits and injuries and tally their points. No one was especially surprised to find Anders and Fenris covered entirely, and only, in paint from each other’s guns; neither of them had been seen since Varric blew the whistle to start the game and from what Ria could tell they’d had a private war all their own. None of it mattered to her, though. She may have been covered head to toe in most of the others’ paint, the vast majority of which was Sebastian’s, but seeing the splotch of red on the side of his helmet, so far as she was concerned, she’d won.

[fstbmp-a]

Feral Barking

[kyofsonder]

For the ask game:

💕🍋

Thank you for the ask. It's still new to me to talk about my system, at least on Tumblr specifically, but I'd like all of us Sonders to be more comfortable here and asks like this help.

💕: Who is the most recent alter/headmate/member of the system you've discovered/met?

A: We actually had a new headmate show up a few days ago. Her name is Gloria, she mainly goes by the nickname Ria. We have a few high-energy women in our system and she's one of them -- so far she's very enthusiastic about helping everyone out and prides herself on her ability to balance having fun and being responsible. Being in the immediate headspace is a largely voluntary position, and we're pretty certain she volunteered specifically to show off that ability. Also, she's already getting along well with the other Sonder women and femmes.

🍋: How many are near the front right now?

A: As of the last time we did a Simply Plural chat Roll Call around noon, there were 5-6 of us close to front. I (Ky) am practically a constant, being in or near front around 98% of the time. Everyone else usually comes and goes from front in groups of 1-6 system members at a time. Right now it's me (Ky, he/him), Natalie (he/him), Leif (he/they), Yuuki (he/him) blurred with Logan (he/him), and Sara (she/her).

[not-those-kids]

could go on a whole rant abt marie antoinette and how white feminism reveres her bc “oh she was so innocent 🥺”

[gh0stsp1d3r]

hi! is this how u make requests? sorry, this is my first time requesting something on tumblr, i wanted to ask if i could request a kinda situationship/ friends with benefits with hobie bc he doesn’t believe in labels, but like something happening like the reader getting insecure or jealous so they become an actual couple with labels or something like that if that’s okay with you, i’m sorry if i said something wrong or you’re not comfortable with that!

Labels

Hobie didn’t like labels. He made that known when this friends with benefits situation first started.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t like you at least a little bit though.

The late nights talking, kissing, and sleeping together, the quickies in HQ bathrooms. He loved them all, and he loved you. But he didn’t know what to do honestly.

He wanted to be more, but that would be a lot. Commitment, and consistency.

So, he just tried to hide his growing feelings, pretend they don’t exist, pretend you both were just friends.

But Hobie noticed something was off today, you didn’t sit with him, pavitr, and Gwen at lunch, in fact, he doesn’t even think he saw you at lunch.

You didn’t go up to him with a smile, asking to hang out later.

And you didn’t come back to his boat.

So, instead he opened a portal to your world. Hr swung around as Spider-Man until he stopped at your apartment. Opening the winodow, he looked around in your room.

You were sleeping, peacefully, unaware of him watching you. Which sounded creepy.

He took off his mask, and slowly approached your sleeping figure. He softly touched your shoulder, hoping to wake you up.

It took a little more shaking for you to wake, and you did.

You slowly opened your eyes, and furrowed your eyebrows.

Your eyes were red, almost as if you’ve cried yourself to sleep.

“Hobie?” You mumbled quietly.

“Yeah. It’s me.” He sat on the bed, next to your legs.

“What do you want?” You turned yourself the other way.

“Jus’ wanna talk. What’s wrong?” He asked, his hand on you arm.

“Nothing. I’m fine, why?”

“You didn’t talk today. Or come over.”

You sighed quietly and turned back to look into his eyes, he was frowning.

“Can I be honest, Hobie?”

“Of course.”

“I can’t keep doing this.”

“What?”

“This.” You motioned to the both of you. “Look, I want more, and I can’t have more when your so set on not wanting more. So I’m gonna go find someone else, that does want more.”

He stayed silent for a while.

“God, Hobie, I’m… I’m in love with you, I can’t be.” You said quietly.

“You seriously think I don’t wanna date you?”

“You said so.”

“But do I actually think that?”

“I don’t know.. do you?”

“Of course I fucking don’t. Thought I was makin’ it obvious. And I thought that you wouldn’t want the same that’s why I didn’t say nothin’.”

You stayed silent now, not too sure what to say.

“I love you, Y/n.” He said quietly, and leaned in to kiss you.

You kissed him back and smiled softly.

“But I thought you didn’t believe in consistency either.”

“Bending the rules is okay innit? Isn’t breaking the rules the most punk thing?”

You laughed quietly and kissed him again, he took off his suit and got under the covers with you.

“I’m glad you came.” You mumbled quietly, you both now looking at each other.

“Me too.”

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[mariacallous]

At the end of January, clips from a film about the housing market in Russian-occupied Mariupol began circulating on TikTok and X (formerly Twitter). After the start of Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine, the Russian army held Mariupol under siege for 85 days, all the while relentlessly pummeling the city with missile and air strikes. Mariupol was effectively reduced to rubble, and no one knows how many lives were lost — though some estimates place the number as high as 100,000. As soon as the Russian authorities had captured the city, they set about rebuilding it and erasing any trace of war crimes.

The film, titled “Shocking Prices for Apartments in Mariupol — Millions for Ruins” was released in November on the YouTube channel “Mirnyie” (the plural form of “peaceful” in Russian and the first part of “peaceful inhabitants,” a Russian term used to distinguish non-combatants from military personnel in conflict zones). The Mirnyie project is led by “war correspondent” Regina Orekhova, a journalist from the Russian state news agency RIA Novosti. In 2022, she received a special award from the Russian Union of Journalists for “courage in fulfilling journalistic duty.”

The Mirnyie project, as one might surmise from its name, explores the lives of ordinary people in the conflict zone. “These are the stories of people who found themselves caught in the crossfire — some left, while others stayed. [We share] their experiences, how they survive, and what they think about,” reads the description. Judging by the channel, Orekhova primarily works in Mariupol. Previous reports of hers cover topics such as Azovstal’s underground tunnels, the sea port, city maternity hospitals, and the drama theater, which was destroyed by a Russian airstrike while an estimated 1,000 civilians were sheltering there.

In the introduction to the half-hour film, Orekhova promises to answer the following questions: “How do you buy an apartment in Mariupol? Is it more profitable to invest in ‘ruins’ that you can resell once renovated? How do you rent commercial space for a business here and how much does it cost? What kinds of apartments are for sale and what determines the price?” Orekhova explains that in Mariupol, there are “damaged buildings” as well as “brand new and renovated ones.” “The real estate market is very unconventional. We’ve studied it in detail and we’ll tell you all about it,” she promises. 

Orekhova speaks with three local realtors who show her properties for sale in different parts of the city. As it turns out, these are mostly half-destroyed apartments, hastily abandoned by residents who left all their personal belongings behind as they fled. However, even such properties, according to the realtors, are in high demand. In some cases, actual ruins, where just parts of the walls survived the bombings, are for sale. However, Russian construction companies will restore these buildings later for free, which significantly increases prices. There’s also the rare property untouched by war, or newly renovated apartments in restored buildings. Prices for these range from four to six million rubles (about $50,000-$66,000). Apartments in historic Stalin-era buildings in the center of Mariupol with surviving inner courtyards (i.e., enclosed parking), renovated entrances, and sea views are considered premium housing.

The film doesn’t explain why or, more importantly, by whom all the housing in Mariupol was destroyed. Realtors talk evasively about “all those events” or “military actions.” Orekhova asks how many real estate agencies are currently operating in Mariupol. “Well, there aren’t many surviving citizens per square meter, you could say, but they exist, of course,” a realtor answers.

Showing a damaged three-room apartment in the center of Mariupol, real estate agent Natalia remarks that “one shouldn’t focus on the consequences of what happened to the apartment but on the apartment’s potential.” There’s no electricity, the ceiling is leaking, and personal belongings, including toys and a highchair, lie strewn about — but the windows have been replaced. Natalia points out the “magnificent view” from the balcony. “These buildings have survived more than one war and, as you can see, are still standing,” Natalia says encouragingly. According to her, it would be too painful for the previous owners to come back and see their home like this, which is why they’re looking to sell the apartment in its current condition.

The realtors say that apartments are mostly bought by newcomers “from big Russia” and bemoan that locals can’t afford newly constructed housing. According to them, Russian authorities introduced a special two percent mortgage rate for people from the self-proclaimed “Donetsk People’s Republic” and “Luhansk People’s Republic” who have Russian citizenship. But locals can’t get approved because most aren’t officially employed — there are no jobs with decent salaries in Mariupol.

Luisa, the head of a real estate management company, explains that it’s virtually impossible for Mariupol residents to get an apartment without Russia’s help. She says they “can’t afford to buy back their old homes in Mariupol or to purchase new ones.” When new construction is put up where their destroyed homes used to be, the mortgage payments are out of reach. Luisa recalls how an apartment building in the center, leveled in the bombings, was cleared away to make room for new construction. Residents were offered housing somewhere on the outskirts as compensation, but they weren’t able to buy apartments in the new building being built on their property, even though they’re legally registered at the address.

Tatiana, another realtor, thinks everything in Mariupol is “getting back on track.” She says people are returning, “even those who didn’t plan to.” “The demand [for apartments] is very high, much higher than the supply,” Tatiana explains. “If an apartment is in poor condition but at a good price, it goes quickly. The interested buyers are mainly newcomers. People from Siberia are also eyeing our seaside breeze.”

Tatiana tells Orekhova that everything is “looking up” for the city:

Mariupol has never experienced such rapid growth. The city is developing before our eyes. It’s happening in such a way that even we don’t know where things will improve tomorrow, where slums will turn into upscale neighborhoods. Because our sky is blue. When I say this, everyone smiles, actually. But before, our sky used to be gray or brown, never blue. And now life is getting better; every cloud has a silver lining. You just don’t want to remember the military operations; you go numb. But when you see what’s happening in Mariupol — everything will be fine, everything will work out.

[creads]

bom demais camis agora queremos o hc dos pirralhos chamando a leitora de mami pra terminar de desgraçar nossas cabecinhas 🙏

AAAAAIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN [explode de tesao]

simon: aconteceria depois de uma balada. você tava com as suas amigas, viu de longe umas meninas chegarem lá no grupinho dele, e uma tava engraçadinha demais pro seu gosto: colocava a mão no simon enquanto ria, mordia até o lábio olhando pra ele. é óbvio que você ficou com ciúme. o simon te viu indo em direção dele, mas soube que você tava puta quando não parou lá, só continuou caminhando pra área externa da balada sem falar nada com ele. ele vai atrás de você, chega todo dengosinho “tá brava, mô?” e você “que que cê acha, simon?”. ele sabe lidar com você ciumentinha pq ele é 100% fé nas malucas então ele tem o DOM! “quer ir embora, vida?” e você só fala um aham, seca. o caminho até o apartamento de vocês é quieto, mas quando vocês chegam lá, ele te prensa contra a parede e começa a te beijar, mas é bagunçado, desesperado, ele te apalpa toda. bagunça seu cabelo todo, usa muita língua, tira sua blusa ali mesmo perto da porta e começa a chupar seus peitos. o motivo é: “você fica tão gostosa ciumentinha assim… não resisto, bebita”. poucos minutos depois vocês estão no sofá, e você tá dificuldade em desabotoar a bermuda que ele tá usando, desesperada pra sentar nele. ele segura seus pulsos, fazendo você parar, e te puxa pra um beijo, mais lento, calmo, e ele sorri durante (não pensem nele sorrindo enquanto beija gente vai acabar com a vida de vocês☝🏻). e com a maior calma do mundo vai falar enquanto ele mesmo desabotoa a bermuda “calma princesa” e aí tira o pau pra fora, se masturba um pouquinho antes você sentar “tá vendo esse pau aqui? é só seu, mami…” enquanto te senta e te desce devagarinho na extensão dele “pode sentar nele a noite toda, faz o que quiser com o seu pau” enquanto ele coloca o braço atrás da cabeça e só fica assistindo você cavalgar nele antes de começar a gemer e jogar a cabeça pra trás 😖😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

pipe: aconteceria depois de você conhecer os pais dele. você ficou meio (lê-se muito) afetadinha de ver como o pipe é carinhoso, como ele ajuda a mãe dele nas tarefas, como ele faz o churrasco pra que o pai dele possa descansar, como ele faz os priminhos dele rir… sei lá, despertou seus instintos maternos? de alguma forma? vocês ainda estavam no início de namoro, mas nesse dia percebeu que o pipe é um príncipe, e como ele seria um ótimo pai e marido, e como você é sortuda de ter um cara assim e que ainda por cima é muito gostoso. então quando voltam para o seu apartamento, não ficam nem cinco minutos sentados no sofá, você começa a passar a mao pela coxa dele, beijando o pescoço, dando mordidinhas no lábio dele durante os beijos. uns minutinhos depois, tá de joelhos mamando ele, e você tá mamando ele com TANTA vontade que ele não consegue segurar, começa a fuder sua boca, goza horrores e você engole tudinho. não dá nem tempo dele se recompor, você já começa a subir no colinho dele, esfregando a calcinha molhada contra o pau sensivel, e ele te olha com os olhinhos brilhando “tá gulosa hoje, mami…” e old que você vai sentar horrores depois disso, agarrando o cabelo dele com força e ele vai sim gozar de novo 💋💋

matias: acontece no dia que você perde a sua virgindade. você e matias são amigos há muito tempo, é uma combinação que muitas pessoas acham improvável: você é quietinha, na sua, e o matias é o maior boca de sacola que existe. mas, por algum motivo, dá certo. ele sempre te zoa por ser virgem, no fundo, a razão de tanta implicância é que ele não entende como que você, gostosa desse jeito, nunca transou. e também pq no fundo ele quer te comer. um dia, vocês fumaram um no jardim da casa dele, e de novo ele te zoa por ser virgem, e não sabe o que deu em você pra você falar “ai matias, que foi? tá querendo me comer?” e ele te olha assim 🧍”isso é uma oferta?”. e aí você, movida pelo espírito da loba brasileira “se você me comer direito, sim”. POIS BEM minhas queridas, minutos depois vocês tão no quarto dele, se beijando horrores, e matias não satisfeito com o tanto que você já tá molhada, te deita de bruços na cama dele pra você ficar 100% a mercê dele, coloca um travesseiro embaixo do seu quadril pra sua bunda ficar bem empinadinha. ele chupa sua buceta por trás mesmo enquanto aperta sua bunda (até da umas lambidinhas no seu buraquinho de trás também) até você literalmente ficar pingando, não tinha nem a intenção de te fazer gozar, mas acaba acontecendo pq ele é muito, mas muito bom nisso, e pq você tá mais sensível por causa da maconha. depois, ainda naquela posição, ele vai meter devagarinho em você, só mexe quando você fala que pode, e vai se deitar em cima de você enquanto mexe os quadris, só pra ficar pertinho do seu ouvido. “agora eu entendi porque você é virgem, mami… tava guardando essa bucetinha gostosa só pra mim, não tava?” e depois te come devagarinho gemendo no seu ouvido ainnnnnn

[siffrin-brainrot]

Forgotten Island Headcanons/Ideas

Like it says above, this is mostly just ideas/headcanons I have of the Island and stuff around it ^^

- Astaria is the name of the Island and it roughly translates to " The Guarded Star" in their native tongue [Pronounced; As-ta-ria]

- The language they speak is called Oruxion it translates roughly to;

"Void Whisperer" [Pronounced; Orux-ion]

- People from Astaria are Astarsion, much like people from Vaugarde are Vaugardian [pronounced; As-tar-sion]

Example; Siffrin is Astarsion, they were born on Astaria and speak Oruxion

- Astrasion's specialised mainly in Wish Craft and Handmade goods be it carved figures, sewing, candy making, ect. It's tradition for Parents to make their child a Stuffed Animal or blanket that's infused with a Wish. The most common Wish used on these items are for the child to never have Nightmares when sleeping with said Blanket or Stuffed Toy. 

- Astaria is shrouded in a dark & star filled night sky 18 Hours a day while the remaining 6 hours being occupied by the sun. Researchers don't know why this phenomena exists but most point the finger to Ancient Wishcraft.

Because of this phenomena most Astarsion's have evolved overtime to have natural Night Vision. But it comes with the cost of having Light Sensitivity problems when travelling to other countries.

- During the Winter Season you can see an Aurora Borealis in the Night Sky. When the first Aurora Borealis appears the people of Astaria hold a big celebration. At the end of the celebration they all come together to help build up the yearly Night Market. The main attraction during the Night Market is a play of a popular Fairy tale.

- Brooches are the bounding items in Astaria. Most often they are handmade but it’s not uncommon to buy or commision them to be made. These brooches are generally worn on the left side right above the heart but they can also be worn on hats, scarfs and other items if it matches with their bounded partner/s. 

- Instead of a House of Change, Astaria has a Planetarium with a big tower to the right of it. The highest floor of the Tower has a round glass roof and a balcony on the side of it. Its main function is for Star gazing but it's not uncommon to find Researchers asleep in here. Other floors include a small library all about Constellations, Planets and Space, a kitchen with a dining room and the bottom floor is for the rooms Researchers can live in.

Sidenote; Instead of Housemaidens Astarions have Researchers.

[fakesimp]

luxiem at an arcade ice skate/bowling with s/o

A Date

Warning !

Fluff ; Established Relationship

Fic are made in Short hc form !

A/n !

It took me a moment to process what you're requesting since there's barely any comas or /

➶◜◝➴

Vox Akuma

A Ice Skating Date with him!

I don't really watch Vox, so I am not entirely sure if he had ever do Ice Skating before

Well anyways!

It would be sweet! And kinda funny to be honest, let's just say he is quite inexperienced in ice skating, and you're not.

You'll have Vox hanging onto you like his life depends on it.

Not too tight, but he still have some dignity to protect in public.

But if it's the other way around, Vox who could do ice skating while you couldn't, he'll hold you by the waist and slowly led you around.

So overall it's cute

Mysta Rias

Arcade date!

Playing games together with him, spending time together at the arcade.

Playing shooting games, anything honestly

He enjoys spending time with his s/o, if you don't know what to play, he'll try to offer you some games he liked to play in the arcade

He's a sweet guy, though kinda shy but, he's trying his best to have fun together with you

As long as he can be with you, he's a happy boy

Luca Kaneshiro

Arcade date with this mafia

Honestly, you'll have to like, dress him to look like a normal guy instead of that eye catching guy

He is a mafia afterall, but his job aside-

He is definitely dragging you around everywhere in the arcade

If you are as crazy as he is, he'll bring you to like competitive games

Laughter could be heard around the damn arcade.

But hey, both of you had fun at least, no?

He is a fun guy to hangout with, and the fact he is your lover makes it even better. Right?

Ike Eveland

Ice Skating!

Man is so gentle with you if it's your first time doing ice skating

One hand holding yours, the other on your waist.

Slowly leading you around, making sure you're comfortable enough to skate on your own

He'll definitely teach you some simple movements for you to skate around

Once he sees you can handle yourself on the ice rink, he is a happy boy

He'll skate near you, or even hold your hand

Skating together with this man is making you feel like nobody exist other than you and him

Shu Yamino

Bowling date ( because he played games too much /j )

You are the one that bought him here, he enjoyed them nonetheless

But if you don't know how to play bowling, he'll tease you for it, but don't worry, he'll teach you some basics that he knew about bowling

Good God, he is so close to you, his hands slowly leading you how to swing your hands correctly

His hand on top of yours while the other on your waist

The moment you got your first strike, he'll congratulate you,

But if you went up to him and hugged him, you'll have flustered shu yamino.

Anyways-- overall he's good with you taking him anywhere you want honestly.

He is your lover afterall <3

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

There ! Is this good enough? I hope you enjoyed this and I hope this is what you meant ..(⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠).. Ue, ..Though ! Thank you for requesting !!

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NSFW-ish - Poker

It's an odd thing being bored in a universe of science fiction.

Humanity and humans in general, had this concept that with the advancement of technology, there would always be a distraction. Thousands of films and shows from back on Earth, portrayed holodecks and endless entertainment. When humanity was shown the building sized printers, able to create entire machines within themselves, it was as if they promised unending entertainment and unlimited toys.

Yet, like many before and after him, when Harvey found himself within that idealised future, he found that it was actually; incredibly simple to become bored.

Endless entertainment wasn't free. The printers had to be paid for. Not to mention the toys exist even after one has had their fun. Even with the ample space provided by the station, filling a home with junk was a quick way to find oneself living as a pack rat.

Not to mention that when the options are easily within reach, they are suddenly; no longer desirable. It was the idea of endless entertainment that was fun. The reality was different and caused people to fall into the paradox of choice.

So instead of forcing himself to go play zero G sports or hire and wait for a holodeck that was monitored at all times, Harvey sat in the communal area, listening to the other aliens' lament that; they too; were bored. Harvey had gained a small, select group of friends that had helped him during his first few days amongst the stars and the group had become a surprisingly tight knit team in rapid order.

Despite taurians, ursidains, and felinoids not often getting along, Harvey found that the five of them played off each other and the various differences gave way to their similarities. Right now, they were all similarly bored.

Harvey couldn't stand it. Yet everything else was effort! He had to learn everything that they suggested or knew that the suggestion was what one of the group wanted to do, but not what any of the rest of them wanted. The ursidain would suggest eating. The female taurian would suggest weightlifting, but the male would suggest writing poetry. God forbid whatever the felinoid could come up with. The tamest thing they'd ever suggested was taking drugs and having an orgy. What the human wouldn't give for a simple pack of..

Harvey's eyes lit up and caused the small group to blink in surprise as he ran from the room with a hurried 'back in a minute!', leaving his chair rattling in his haste.

The smaller printer as blessedly unused when Harvey arrived, so his return was literally only a few minutes later. He was still shuffling the two decks together. It had cost him roughly three minutes of labour to pay for the materials, despite it being larger than he needed. A human standard deck of cards would be too small for the larger aliens to hold with ease. It felt like he had a geriatric-friendly set with how large the cards and pictures were.

The computer had listened carefully at his description, but hadn't quite got the image correct for the Jacks, Queens and Kings. They oddly had a striking similarity to Harvey when he considered them before shrugging and continuing to shuffle the comically oversized cards.

"Right! Ladies, gentlemen, and other demographics. We're going to play Poker!" The human announced to the group as he re-entered and sat at the table. It was still gaoling to have to sit on a booster seat, but with the chintians involved, it was less infantizing and more a necessity.

The group weren't dumb by any stretch and with some explaining and a few practice rounds, the male taurian, Baarum, won the first game that Harvey hadn't deliberately thrown. This was followed by a win by Emralse, the felinoid who won the next two rounds. The female taurian, Rias, bellowed in victory as she slammed her hand flat against the table displaying a winning hand when it was her go. Bringing up the rear, Mulls, the ursidain eventually won one after convincing the group he was just playing for fun. Turns out the ursidain had a fantastic poker-face and his victories came after convincing the whole tale, including Harvey that they knew what his tells were; only to which them up later.

It took three hours before the felinoid asked about the history and different version of poker as she idly fiddled with her cards. Harvey had noted she liked to keep high cards or cards that she had multiple of on her left-hand side of her fanned cards.

When he explained they usually bet chips and money, the group agreed that next time they'd fabricate some of these chips for fun.

That was when Harvey made the error of explaining strip poker.

The trouble with this was not the mere fact that strip poker meant that someone was going to eventually go down to their bare flesh. The issue was that the hangups humanity had about nudity and public spaces was not mirrored by the rest of the races.

Oh sure, most if not all the races generally wore clothes. In a work environment it was wise to protect oneself, but it also allowed modesty and a level of camouflage when the office flirt deliberately dropped all her paperwork in front of Harvey's desk and deliberately bent over.

So, when Harvey mentioned this version of the game, the whole group agreed and abandoned the current hand.

"Guys, we're still in the communal room." Harvey pointed out, gesturing to the handful of observers as well as those who were elsewhere, dotted about the large room.

"It's fine. It's public and if someone has a complaint we'll listen." Replied Emralse, a felinoid who was well versed on the station's specific decency laws. Each station was different and out of all the races, felinoids were the likeliest to go about buck naked.

Although as the cards were shuffled and redealt, Harvey had to admit that even 'naked' with the fur that covered most things, one of the aliens without clothes on was hard-pressed to be called 'naked' in the same sense a human was.

Still, Harvey played his hand and did well. It was Baarum, who lost the first hand, and a single glove was removed and placed carefully into the centre of the table.

What followed was a quiet, intense series of games that each of the remaining players were fully invested in.

Little by little, each of the players lost clothes and bartered others. Rias was the first to lose her top. Harvey had to blink and stare so hard at his cards he thought they'd catch fire only to avoid staring at the bare chest mere inches from his elbow. The taurian didn't seem to care, instead grumbling that she had been certain that no one would have had the card that led to her loss.

The next loss was Emralse's, but Harvey wasn't sure if this was deliberate or not. Halfway through the round, it was noted that Harvey was quiet and had changed shade. The team even worrying that he was ill or upset. That was when Baarum, as smug as could be, pointed out how humans considered the female form to be taboo.

Rias glanced down at herself, then back up to Harvey before grinning wildly, seemingly thrilled to find out she had such an effect on the human. Harvey had to admit that they were lovely, blantately larger than his own head, but tried to avoid staring at them, even when Rias would deliberatly bounce in her seat during victories.

But that was followed rapidly by Emralse folding, but unlike normal, refusing to show her hand and doffed her own top, revealing her own breasts. Whether this was a genuine loss or if the felinoid was merely refusing to be out done by a taurian, Harvey wasn't sure. Either way, the man now had a women either side, each one shameless as the game progressed.

When Harvey lost his shirt, the two women at the table openly stared, whilst Mells and Baarum averted their eyes. There was a brief moment where Harvey considered crossing him arms before steeling himself once more. It was nice to be desired.

The game continued.

Out of all the players, it was not Baarum who Harvey expected to be rendered naked by a series of crushing losses.

The demure taurian's final item of clothing? A single, pink silk head band that covered what Harvey understood to be Baarum's horn stumps.

"You really don't have to remove that." Harvey pointed out, as the next hand was dealt. The human was well aware that in taurian society, the covering of the male's removed horns was a requirement by every single one of them. Harvey wasn't sure if it was religious and society, but felt it unfair to force the fellow male in a position of shame.

Baarum seemed to consider it before glancing over to the nearly naked ursidain, fellow taurian, human and felinoid before hooked a thumb beneath the slip of material and pulling it away with a single, fluid movement. Baarum kept his eyes closed and back straight as he gently folded the material and placed it into the centre of the table. Opening his eyes, the taurian reached for his drink and downed it in one.

The two black circles that framed either corner of his forehead were not as dramatic as Harvey expected, but the hush in the communal room was heavy and Rias's ears had gone a bright red.

"I respect it." Harvey said as he retrieved his cards and checked the hand.

In the end, Mulls won the final hand, removing Harvey's underwear and dragging the now entire pile of clothes towards himself.

"Well! It was a pleasure playing with you all! I'm thrilled to have won." The ursidain declared, holding the various items between two claws and inspecting his 'winnings'.

"Can I have my sash back please?" Asked Baarum quietly, and with a nod from Mulls, retrieved the sash and reapplied it. He didn't seem to care that everything else was on display; only about hiding the stumps.

"Can I get my underwear?" Asked Harvey, reaching over for his boxers only to find them snatched away by the ursidain.

"Not a chance! No one would buy a taurian sash, but genuine human underwear? By my father's belly, tomorrow night drinks are on me!"

The group cheered whilst Harvey had to pick his jaw up off the floor.

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