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sansa get behind me, I’ll protect you m’lady ⚔️🫡

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

📣 What to Read After Watching: Nimona 🎞️

🩷 I stumbled upon She-Ra and the Princesses of Power from creator, showrunner, and executive producer ND Stevenson in 2018 and never looked back. It was one of the few projects, let alone animations, I ever watched that so blatantly flipped the script by highlighting inclusivity without needing to say it outright. Queerness was simply a way of human existence; representation mattered but didn't need to be outrightly defined. Again, ND Stevenson has flipped the script, this time by bringing his webcomic from page to screen. The story became an outlet for Stevenson to express his own nonconforming gender identity. The shape-shifting title character, Nimona, is a stunning example of unapologetic transness and gender fluidity, again, without needing to say it outright. If you haven't watched it yet, Nimona is now available on Netflix, with the original comic available online and in stores.

🩷 If you HAVE seen it and adored Nimonia's punk-pop chaos, don't worry; there's plenty more where that came from! Here are a few options you should consider reading after watching Nimona!

🩷 The Girl From the Sea by Molly Knox Ostertag 🩷 Mooncakes by Suzanne Walker 🩷 CosmoKnights by Hannah Templer 🩷 The Night Eaters by Marjorie Liu 🩷 Lumberjanes by Shannon Watters, Grace Ellis, Gus Allen, and ND Stevenson 🩷 Save Yourself! by Bones Leopard 🩷 Kim Reaper by Sarah Graley 🩷 Moonstruck by Grace Ellis and Shae Beagle 🩷 Snapdragon by Kat Leyh

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There's Doodles of Rams in the Margins - Enemies to lovers!Jschlatt x F!Reader (pt.2)

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Plot: Anxiety threatens to ruin Y/n's morning after the disaster of the night she had before. Despite this she pushes on, but her hopes of having a good day is ruined when she finds Schlatt's usual asshole self in her kitchen. Warnings: asshole schlatt, swearing, reader eats eggs. Word Count: 2048

A/n: Shorter than I'd like it to be, but it just felt like a good place to end it. Again, no beta. If there's an error that's just me being all wack in a cool literary way like hemingway

The next morning began significantly better than the night before it. You woke up well rested, your soreness washed away into a dull ache that only made itself known if you stretched your body too hard. For the duration of your morning routine, you didn’t find yourself thinking much about the party at all. In a way, it was as if the sun had washed away what had occurred last night. Every time your brain dredged it up, you reasoned with yourself that it wasn’t as if you’d see much of  Schlatt again anyways, so there wasn’t much point of dwelling on the matter. 

Regardless of your good mood, however, you delayed opening your phone, feeling a pit in your stomach every time you thought of waking up the black sleeping screen to see if anything had gotten out about the incident. Though, from the lack of notifications coming from the device, you felt a little optimistic of Ted’s pull within the group of people that were there to witness it. You distracted yourself from the device by getting dressed, not yet wanting to discard your fairly good mood by giving into the temptation to unlock your phone. Even the sight of it sent a jolt of anxiety through your body. Instead, you opted to occupy your thoughts by getting dressed. You needed to go out and grab toothpaste anyways, and you’ve spent far too much money on clothes – as an immigrant to the U.S, you found yourself falling victim to the enticingly luxurious L.A lifestyle quite often – to go out in just athleisure. 

The smell of eggs wafting from the kitchen had you instantly on guard. Shae made you eggs usually as a way to butter you up before breaking something big. When Shae would serve you a plate, she would often wait for you to get about halfway into the dish before breaking whatever news she had stored in her mouth to you with an apologetic wince, as if each forkful you lifted to  your mouth were seconds counting down on a clock.

You hoped it was nothing too bad, today was the day you were to sift through the new roommates Shae had found to replace her. She was the reason you moved to L.A, to live with your lifelong pen-pal best friend, and thought it unfair that her moving in with Ted would uproot your newly settled life unless she found someone to cover her half of the rent. The Ted part was a surprise to you when she brought up the matter at lunch yesterday – you had thought she was just always over at a hookup’s place rather than a man she was intending to get serious with – but otherwise the day had been both anxiously and excitingly looming over you. You knew Shae wouldn’t do you wrong, certainly you’d become fast friends with the new addition to the apartment, something you looked forward to with your current counter of friends in the area adding up to a whopping one.

You tried not to let the feeling of impending doom that prickled at your every nerve bring you down from the good mood you woke up in – a good mood that seemed increasingly fragile as the day carried on. You intended to move into the open kitchen and living room space with a sense of purpose, though you felt sure your tentative curiosity was evident in your gait. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Your words escaped your mouth faster than your eyes could process the sight before them. Seated at your kitchen island, with a haggard, hungover expression, was Schlatt. Beside him was Ted, who paused his conversation with his friend to look back and forth between you and Shae – her anxious form positioned at the stove with a guilty smile – with worry. 

The sight before you was like ice water being poured upon your warm, happy body. Although you were not physically shaking, the anger that vibrated within your form was akin to violent shivering. 

“Quiet down toots, m’head hurts,” There was the nickname again, emerging from his throat like a groan. If he were less infuriating, perhaps, it would have made your heart skip a beat. However the attractive man’s attitude far outweighed his appearance. 

“I…made eggs?” Shae gave you a nervous grin.

You narrowed your eyes at the group and ignored the only open seat at the island beside Schlatt, opting to walk over and lean against the side of the island countertop. 

“Ted, why do you look like a kid in trouble?” His guilty eyes darted away from your face. From his expression, it seemed as if pressing for an answer from him would be faster than waiting for Shae’s likely roundabout explanation. “What’s going on?”

Ted opened his mouth to respond, only to be interrupted by Schlatt, whose eyes squinted in pain at the sight of the window behind you. “I’m your new roomie, surprise.” His voice was harsh towards you, but turned more polite as he addressed Shae. “Can I have some more eggs, please?”

“Shae don’t you dare give him my apology eggs,” You narrowed your eyes. She instead plated the eggs that were in the pan and slid them, along with a fork, across the counter your way. “Is he being for real?” 

Shae waited in tense silence for half of the egg to be eaten – as was custom, although with the small size of the egg and your morning hunger it took less time than usual – before she replied.

“I planned it before you two met, and it's too late to change it up now. Finding someone decent this late wouldn’t be easy, if possible,” She explained. Although she seemed like she didn’t care too much about the matter, it was apparent to you, having known her for so long, that she wasn’t too enthused about the situation either and was putting on a polite facade around Schlatt. 

“I’m right here,” Schlatt spoke up. “Like I’m currently in the room as you speak about me.”

“Oh don’t worry, Schlatt. I’m all too aware of your presence,”  You verbally jabbed at him in between forkfuls.

He let out a sardonic laugh, “Obsessive much?” 

You conjured up a daydream of diving across the table and shaking Schlatt violently. 

Ted – who had seemed like little more than Shae’s ornamentally passive malewife in every prior interaction involving Schlatt’s douchebaggery – interrupted your thoughts and for once spoke up before a glare from his girlfriend was sent his way. His face was painted with a sense of confusion and annoyance at his friend's behaviour. Was Schlatt not usually this stuck up? You felt even more annoyed at the notion that he was just this prideful around you specifically, you hadn’t done anything to him! 

“Shut up, man. Let’s get a head start on moving Shae’s boxes,” Ted’s words seemed to shock Schlatt a bit, and you had to respect Ted a bit for it – although you believed you’d always dislike and distrust him as the boyfriend of your best friend. With Ted’s words, Schlatt got up and headed to Shae’s room, leaving you and your friend alone. At least he had put his dishes in the sink before leaving.

“What’s his fucking deal?” Once the two were confidently out of earshot, you plopped down in the empty seat you had refused to sit in before with a groan.

“I don’t know,” Shae leaned against the island with her elbows. “He’s always been pretty nice to me and everyone else I’ve seen him with,” A sigh deflated her body slightly. “That’s why I thought he’d be a good roommate… well that and his income. I knew with his wealth he’d easily be able to afford rent. The only reason he doesn’t have a house is because it’s a hassle to go through the process of owning.” 

“Is he some bigshot youtuber like Ted?” You finished the last of your eggs. 

“Bigger, four million.”

You snorted, recalling his attitude and miserable appearance around you. “Those four million people must be fucking miserable.”

“I’m not too happy about this either Y/n. The way he treats you is so fucked, especially last night. Ted took care of that by the way, he’s got a lot of friends. You shouldn’t see it posted.”

“Ted’s still on thin ice,” Shae shot you an incredulous look. “Hey! I care about you, I just met the man! I can’t trust him too quickly. But anyways, thank him for me.”

Shae gave you a satisfied smile before getting back to the topic. “Don’t worry Y/n, it won’t be too long. Just until Schlatt gets his shit together and can get a place to live in Texas again. He’s been going through some housing issues, he needs this place. He shouldn’t be too bothersome.”

You snorted. “I think we’re far past that point.”

“Ted thinks Schlatt’s just embarrassed by how drunk he was. He’s prideful and doesn’t really like being wrong, or in the wrong. Maybe he’s got too much pride to apologise and is just doubling down? That doesn’t make it okay, regardless.”

“That's such a man thing to do. I see this all the time when people write to me. Why are men such…” You searched for the word before crying out in exasperation. “...men!” 

“It all boils down to the patriarchy,” Shae shrugged. “That's why I like my boyfriends like Ted, whipped.”

“Eww! TMI!” You teased, intentionally taking her words in the wrong way to mess with her. 

“Not like that! You know what I meant!” Shae squealed and hit you with the dishtowel light-heartedly. You caught it and stood up laughing, collecting your dishes in your free hand and heading to the sink. She stopped you, taking the items from you. “No, you had a shit morning. I’ll do it. Besides, I saw you talking with some guy last night. Take the time I’m saving you to text him and tell me about it after.” 

You weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. “Okay, thank you Shae.” You relented. “But I’m taking you out for goodbye drinks tonight as a thank you when I do!” You smiled, heading down the hallway, not letting her protest the implications that you'd be paying.

You knew eavesdropping was bad, but with your room right beside Shae’s in the hallway, you preferred the phrase ‘overhearing while loitering’ to describe how you stopped in your tracks in front of your door at the sound of Schlatt and Ted’s voices. “Be nice man, she means a lot to Shae and Shae means a lot to me,” Ted scolded his friend. “But not too nice, like not falling in love nice. That doesn't usually work out with roommates.”

You hated how you were coming to know Schlatt so well that your brain autofilled in the quiet chuckle you were sure he let out at Ted's words. “She’s alright looking, but not hot enough to tempt me.”

You had to hold back the offended gasp that intruded uncomfortably in your throat.

“She was hot enough to attract Hasan–”

“Hasan’s a–!” You didn’t hear the rest of Schlatt’s thoughts, angrily retreating into your room. What an asshole, how much more stuck up could he be! It wasn’t as if you wanted his attention, but the frank way he stated it had you fuming at the impoliteness of it all. You had done nothing to this man, and yet he was rude to you for what? His damn pride? Well he could certainly take his damn pride and shove it–!

You flopped onto your bed and muffled your angry yell with your pillow. It took a few moments for you to calm down your rage filled body before you rolled over onto your back and pulled out your phone that had been confirmed safe, creating a new text to the contact saved under Hasan. The lingering sting of Schlatt’s words was something you wanted to get over, and a meeting with the attractive man who seemed to be into you sounded perfect right now. Your fingers quickly tapped on the phone keyboard, desperate for a distraction.

[Y/n]: Hey Hasan, It’s Y/n from last night!

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Tags: @ghostyoongs

[halfrican-heat]

Famous (E. Jaeger)

A/N: Yeah, I'm high. Hello. This is inspired by Halle and DDG as well as Rapper!Eren that I have been seeing on this hellsite. Keep 'em coming cause y'all bussin' that shit down. I think I was also, more specifically, inspired by some tweet collages made by SOMEONE on this side of AOT but Make it Black™ Tumblr. PLEASE tag them if you know who I am talking 'bout-- I think Eren's tag was "EJTHEDON" in the pictures...

Chile, anyway. Read this story lmao.

Warning(s): Angst; Cursing, Descriptions of flashing lights, Inspired by real events/Fictionalization of real events; Interactive fic with links

Disclaimer: All costumes and face claims are indicative of style and aesthetic not body type. I believe anyone can wear anything they are comfortable with!

Pairing: Rapper!Eren Jaeger x Actress!Reader

The flashing of cameras and rapidly clicking shutters helped ground you to the moment. You shifted, moving your long braids to one shoulder, and flashed a dazzling smile to your left. Paparazzi called to you, begging for your gaze to land on them. Interviewers shouted questions that you could barely hear. You had already done your red carpet interviews, so many of the questions being thrown your way now were for tabloids to pick up some kind of gossip fodder. 

You shifted again, opting for an over the shoulder glance to your right with a more demure gaze. Your floor length gown was elegant and aquatic, giving the illusion that you stepped out of the ocean and brought the water along with you. Despite your calculated poses, however, the excitement radiated off you in waves. This was it for you. The culmination of years of hard-work and planning and dreaming-- it all led you to this moment. 

The world premiere of your first feature-length film. 

You truly felt like you were riding a current and a part of you never wanted the feeling to end. You took a moment, stepping away from the carpet and the cameras, so you could catch your breath. Your manager, standing calmly to the side, handed you your phone and a bottle of water. She looked pensive as you grinned widely at her, but you chalked her cautious stare up to nerves. This was a big night. 

You scrolled through your notifications, swiping them off the screen as you looked for text messages from your loved ones. Your twitter was blowing up but you assumed it was about the premiere. You responded to a message from your aunt (she wanted to know how much longer you had on the carpet) and another from your best friend before receiving two texts, back to back, from your publicist. 

From: Shae Burgess (7:46pm) Eren’s song just dropped. Handling media coverage right now.  From: Shae Burgess (7:46pm) Don’t answer any questions about the song. 

You schooled your features, being sure to maintain an easy going facade so that no one with a wayward camera could catch you slipping. Obviously, there was something going on that you weren’t privy to. Now the potential for the paps to catch an off-guard image, and use it to fuel their tabloid bullshit, was higher than ever. You casually handed your bottle back to your manager, smiling though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. 

“Angela, what the fuck is Shae talking about?” You whispered, quirking an eyebrow. 

You showed her your phone, your features looking amused and humorous. She matched your energy, putting on a casual smirk as she leaned over to whisper to you. 

“Stay focused. Don’t answer any questions about Eren,” She said simply, her voice low. “We’ll talk before the showing. I’ll meet you on the other side of the carpet”

She gently ushered you back to the carpet, stepping aside as you posed for the camera. You felt comfortable under the flashing lights, ignoring the shouting from the paparazzi. You took your time, shifting as needed, and making sure your angles were right. This time, however, you weren’t super excited to be standing on the carpet alone. On the outside you looked calm and collected but on the inside? You felt vulnerable and uncomfortable. Still, you pushed through and gave the camera a seemingly effortless performance. 

From the corner of your eye, you saw your co-star walking to the carpet. 

Relief flooded you instantly. You crossed to Armin Artlert, smiling wide as you embraced him. He was your rock during the filming process, so seeing him at that moment felt like a saving grace. He met your eyes, his own colored with a silent question as he took in the apprehension in yours. You shook your head minutely, embarrassed that he could read you so easily. After months of filming, however, that was to be expected. So, he simply took your hand and talked quietly with you as the cameras captured images of the two of you. 

The paps and interviewers went feral at the sight of your hands linked together. Questions about the nature of your relationship were thrown left and right but the two of you ignored them like pros. Armin was a godsend during the filming process and helped you navigate the ins and outs of the film industry with ease. He advocated for you when you didn’t know how to and helped you find your own voice throughout the process. There were seldom few people who would support a black woman in such a way.

Armin Artlet was a true friend and you were thankful for him. 

You gave him another hug, preparing to part ways. He gave your shoulders a reassuring squeeze and you promised to save him a seat inside. An escort met you halfway across the carpet, guiding you through the flashing lights toward your manager. As you reached her, one pap’s question reached your ears over the others.

“Is your relationship with your co-star the inspiration behind Eren’s Jaeger’s latest diss track?”

The question made your eye twitch as you resisted the urge to ask him what the fuck he meant by that. Thankfully, Angela was a quick mover and a quicker thinker. She grabbed your arm gently, ushering you off the carpet as she popped off at the reporter.

“I hope you’re enjoying your evening,” She said, with a saccharine sweet smile. 

The reporter grinned, nodding excitedly. Surely, she believed she would get some special information.

 “Very much so! First red carpet event.”

Angela nodded kindly before her smile fell entirely, her eyes sharp and piercing. 

“Consider it your last,” She said icily. 

She caught a glimpse of the reporter’s name tag. 

“Have a good night Stacey.” Angela said firmly, hustling you into the event space.

She found a secluded corner, away from prying eyes and sneaky cameramen. You took a deep breath, rubbing at your temples. 

“Angela, tell me what in the hell that was about,” You demanded, glancing over her shoulder. 

You tried to control your features because anyone could be watching you from anywhere- trying to capture you in a vulnerable position. Clearly, there was something going on that you were unaware of. It was imperative no one caught you off-guard- thus feeding the damn rumor mill. That was the last thing you needed at the moment.

But apparently your boyfriend was really showing his ass this time. 

Your relationship with Eren had been the source for tabloid and media gossip since the beginning. Many people didn’t like the two of you together, not understanding what drew you to one another. They had an idealized image of you in their heads- a princess or a primadonna that shouldn’t be around the likes of him. The people who loved you, or thought they did, felt that Eren was beneath you. They claimed he was using you for relevance. Your self-proclaimed internet aunties didn’t like the company he kept and the girls closer to your age were either quietly jealous or outright haters. 

 No matter who they were, however, they didn’t know Eren like you did. So, you went out of your way to ignore the harsh spin they put on your relationship. At the 8 month mark, you had hoped the drama would die down. But today was proving you wrong in so many ways. Hopefully, it wasn’t a repeat of that time Eren’s homegirl Sasha tried to drag the two of you into her drama with her baby daddy, Connie- another friend of Eren’s.

You didn’t even want to think about that at the moment.

But maybe…the fans were onto something if Angela’s hesitation told you anything.

She sighed, her eyes filled with concern as she handed you her phone. It was opened to Twitter and you frowned seeing Eren’s handle, recognizing his latest album cover as his profile pic.

You clicked the link, confused as to why he would be releasing a song today. He didn’t mention it on the facetime call you had that morning. He seemed normal enough, albeit a bit distracted. Why wouldn’t he mention that he was dropping a single? In fact, you hadn’t heard from Eren since that call. He usually always sent you pictures of him watching the news coverage of public appearances he couldn’t attend or sweet messages to encourage you. You frowned, biting your lip.

 The spotify app opened, the song immediately beginning to play. You lowered the volume, holding the phone to your ear. Angela shielded you with her body subtly, trying to give you some privacy. 

The lyrics reached your ears, mortification settling into your veins. 

Hardest thing I ever did was fall in love with a famous bitch

The song filtered through the speaker, his words feeling like a punch in the gut. He detailed his feelings toward you, verse after verse. He outlined all his insecurities, placing the majority of the blame on you and your career. He questioned your love for him, asking if the men you work with turn you on. He cast doubt on your fidelity and your professionalism bar after bar. 

You took a shaky breath, your eyes stinging as the last lyrics rang in your ear.

Just because they filmin’ it, it don’t mean it ain’t wrong.

You handed Angela’s phone to her, closing your eyes as you bit back tears.

“You okay, sweetheart?” She asked, her voice soft. Motherly. 

It made you flinch. You didn’t need her pity or concern but fuck all if Eren’s song didn’t strike a nerve. When that bum ass pap mentioned a diss track, you never thought it would be about you. Still, it was not the time to fall apart. Not on a day you dreamt about for years.

So, you sucked those tears up and looked at her firmly. 

“I’m fine. That weak-ass shit is irrelevant. Today is about this film, this cast and crew and months of effort,” You said, your voice strong. “Let’s get the fuck back to work.”

You straightened your spine, heels clacking as you walked into the theater with your head high. You sat with your aunt, Angela and Armin as you tried to push Eren out of your mind. The day was about you. If Eren couldn’t respect that, if your job was too much for him, then…oh well. You took another breath, pushing the thought from your mind. He didn’t deserve your time or energy at the moment. Eren Jaeger was not going to steal this moment from you.

Still, as the lights went low and the screen came to life, you couldn’t help but send a quick tweet before putting your phone away for the rest of the night. The petty bitch in you deserved a moment to breathe, did she not?

After all, you weren’t the one to be fucked with. Eren would find out soon enough.

[leslielumarie]

“What the gay girls doin’?” (1/?)

Shae didn’t mean to call Yolanda out like that she’s just tired of having to hunt her down every time. #leslieocs

SPEEDPAINT HERE: [x]

Alt Colors cuz screens suck:

[dnddisasterpod]

Mom said it's my turn to make a DND Podcast!

This Spells Disaster is an independently produced TTRPG Podcast starring a bunch of nerds who just like playing pretend. We're currently working our way through Tears of Irelion, a homebrew campaign designed by our DM, Nathan. We've also had a couple of special episodes featuring one shots run by some of our players as they hop behind the DM screen for a change. And as is to be expected, many hijinks and shenanigans occur along the way.

This blog is run by Kiersten (player of Shae), and they gave me free rein to make this unhinged monstrosity of an account so expect primarily shitposts and out of context quotes from the podcast (I have to encourage you to go listen somehow!) and maybe the occasional reblog of general dnd memes.

I'm also dying to pester the rest of the cast with questions so please send us asks! I wanna be a nuisance in the discord. >:)

You can find us pretty much anywhere you listen to podcasts. I'll include a link below to our Spotify page, because that seems to be where most people listen to us. You can also follow us on TikTok and Instagram @dnddisasterpod

We're all a bunch of independent students and recent college grads so please share this page around to anyone you think might enjoy our content. We greatly appreciate it and hope you enjoy! :)

[greenmeanqueen]

Daemon and Rhaenyra, Tyrion and Shae, probably Jaime and Cersei....

I should note that the reason strangulation is especially abhorrent for me when its done by a man to a woman is because victims of strangulation, especially in a domestic violence setting, are overwhelmingly female. It starts as a way of exercising control over a partner, but has an extremely high risk of becoming fatal. It’s a sad reality that I don’t enjoy seeing translated onto the page/screen. Strangling is also such a creepily sexualized form of death, especially for women. Sorry I hate to be serious on Tumblr because I'm here for a good time, but I went through domestic abuse myself and it's a sore spot.

thank you for your ask, anon, and don’t apologize!! your feelings are valid. i think so many of us (including myself!) can say that we’re here for a good time, but there are just some things that put a damper on it, and it’s okay to express that.

i think something about the most recent example of this horrible act that especially bothered me was the public outcry. of course, there will always be apologists for this kind of behavior (especially within the tyr!on stans) — but when GOT whitewashed his actions, him murdering shae was perceived as a sympathetic moment for a betrayed man, while with dæmon i’m mainly seeing that it’s “out of character” and the result of faulty writing. which… no. HOTD has had some messy writing, but dæmon being a shitty partner? that’s perfectly in-character. let me count the ways:

blatantly insulting nickname for rhea royce (“bronze bitch”) because how dare he have to marry!! especially a strong-willed woman who won’t kiss his ass!! and for these heinous crimes, dæmon murdered her.

dragging mysaria into his political scheming when all she wanted was to be “liberated from fear”, i.e. survive in a world that had treated her like garbage with her best chance (a privileged man who still had power over her). lying about her pregnancy to spark conflict with his family because he was no longer being considered for the most uncomfortable chair, which could have gotten her killed.

disregarding the wishes of laena to return home and raise her daughters and unborn child on driftmark around her family. treats her like an afterthought, a “consolation wife” because he didn’t get who he really wanted.

grooming his niece rhaenyra since she was a child. and when she dares to no longer worship the ground he walks on, when she dares to know things that he does not (have this shred of power over him), he strangles her.

this has all been there, since episode one. the whole of HOTD so far has been very clear about the kind of partner dæmon is. while everything that has happened in the show is not necessarily book-accurate, his fundamental personality is, and was received well by the GA until the finale. he was never going to magically change because of some “true love” with rhaenyra. she is, and always has been, a victim of him, alongside these other ladies.

[shqdowcatt]

MY TOP 5 GAME OF THRONES CHARACTERS (tw; controversial!!!!)

5; Tyrion Lannister

This man pisses me off sometimes but he’s so silly and if you think about him long enough, he’s so pathetic and depressing,,

4; Lord Varys and Petyr Baelish

They’re tied at 4 together because i associate them together!!! Varys’ backstory makes me want to rip my eyes out and drag them down a chalkboard. I LOVE VARYS SO BAD. And Baelish is just a loser. I like losers..

3; Osha

This is probably gonna get people asking questions because she doesn’t have much screen time, but i think her character is genuinely so interesting and her relationship with Bran makes me so. frowning emoji. I really wish we got some backstory about her like her family and how she became a wildling, but i can live with my headcanons! (extra points because it’s Natalia Tena)

2; Sandor Clegane

I wish I had a dad….

1; SHAE.

This is probably gonna be the most controversial take but she is my favorite ever. Her character is so interesting and the relationships she develops. sigh. I know her better than anyone!!!! /hj i will defend Shae’s honor until i DIE if i have to.

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HONORABLE MENTIONS; Ros , Samwell Tarly , Missandei , Margaery Tyrell 🫶🏻

[thebreadtree]

Thoughts on the Swtor 7.2 livestream and slight spoilers for story I guess

7.2 Release date: Sometime in winter, so around middle to late december or early january if it gets delayed. Just guessing though, nothing concrete from them for now

Story: Basically what Shae told us what is going to happen in 7.1 so no new information here yet. Still trying to figure out how the Mandos tie in with Malgus apart from Sahar but guess I'll see

Ruhnuk looks cool and propably wont fry my toaster like Onderon so plus points for that. I can already see myself falling down the canyons though xD

Characters:

THE ORDO BROTHERS WOOP

AKAAVI AND TORIAN!!!! I REPEAT: AKAAVI AND TORIAN

(*hoping for Theron*)

Rhunuk again:

New daily area with fully voiced characters

Damn Shae has a cousin (smash)

LEGACY TITLES IN MANDO'A

(YOOO EIN BAGGER (Sorry my inner german got exited there))

The planet actually seems to be somewhat of a decent size. I think around the size of Ossus from what they're saying

PvP:

I have never really played with PvP but the changes sound good (can't really compare how better from the current system the changes are but chat seems to like it)

Gearing changes:

*cries in I have played this game for years and still don't really understand the gearing system* All I know is green arrow means better xD

(The guy talking kinda looks like Mark Forster....)

New UI:

Colour blind mode, noice

The new Minimap is so much better

OMG THE NEW MINI MAP @b4um3pfl4um3 You'll love the new mini map.

The mini map damn

Like IT CAN BE BIG BUT SMALL AND TRANSLUCENT ON YOUR SCREEN AHHHH

Love how you can customize what things you see in the utility bars

Finally a good destruct/delete window

Overall very impressed

Cartel market:

The weapons are cool (I need those for Ky'rii) NEW BLADES

Events:

*sighs in Life Day while sparkling with snowflakes from a snowball*

Glad for y'all but I don't like that event

Happy Wookie Hugging though, I will be hiding in my stronghold for those 5 weeks

That hat though xD

Overall it's going to be a pretty cool update. Very excited for more story and the new UI

[doetic]

There's Doodles of Rams in the Margins - Enemies to lovers!Jschlatt x F!Reader (pt.1)

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Plot: During a lunch with her best friend and roommate Shae, the love hating cynic Y/n is introduced to her new boyfriend Ted Nivision and his friend Schlatt. Little does she know, her and Schlatt would butt heads at a party later that night, leaving her storming out soaking wet and enraged, but with the phone number of a charismatic and attractive curly haired man named Hasan. Warnings: drinking, asshole schlatt, mentions of hookups, swearing Word Count: 2983

A/n: This is just setting up the plot. It'll have better pacing in later chapters. As per usual, not proofread, adhd has me in tight grip and if I get started on proofreading I'll never end and edit it forever. Might look for beta readers soon.

Perhaps in the past it was a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife, but nowadays you couldn’t help but scoff at the notion. 

In the 21st century, the very idea of a man wanting to settle down with pure intentions seemed far-fetched, especially if the man happened to be wealthy. Many called you cynical for this point of view, but as a sex and romance advice columnist you’d heard of enough horror stories to swear off the concept of love entirely. So, when your best friend and roommate Shae told you over your regular saturday lunch that things were getting serious with a guy she had met, you couldn’t help but be suspicious of the man’s intentions, although you tried to politely bite back the majority of your thoughts on the matter.

“His name’s Ted, Ted Nivision.” Shae smiled as the name left her lips. The instant the name hit the air you pulled out your phone, ready to do a thorough background check on the man.

Shae’s hand flew across the table and landed on top of yours, gently lowering your phone. “That’s not necessary Y/n. Besides, you wouldn’t find anything personal anyways.”

“It’s not that rare of a name,” You reasoned. “It couldn’t be that hard,” You paused, eyes widening. “...Unless he gave you a fake one!” Shae let out a small laugh. “It’s not like that! He’s just a youtuber, he’s got all the personal stuff locked down as much as he can.”

You sent Shae an incredulous stare, putting your phone back onto the table. She smiled in return, used to your protectiveness, knowing what was coming next. “LA men are bad enough Shae, but an influencer?” You began to chastise her. “He’s–”

“I know the drill Y/n, we don’t need to go through this every time.” She rolled her eyes lightheartedly. 

Others found your skepticism annoying, but Shae got it. She understood in ways no one else would or could. As your lifelong best friend, Shae knew your biggest secret: you were completely hopeless when it came to love, you’ve never had a romantic relationship. The shitty experiences people wrote to you about, your parents, and her own failed relationships were your only windows into what a relationship was like. Throughout your life she had a front row seat to witnessing you become so closed off to the idea of letting a man into your life. So, she appreciated and understood the pure intentioned concern,  but still patiently tried to change your mind on the matter, even when everyone else considered it a lost cause. 

“I’m just saying, you know how men like that are. Big fucking egos Shae, it gets in the way of everything,” You stabbed your fork into your salad a bit harder than you intended. “Is he actually successful or just some wannabe? You don’t want a guy with some trash soundcloud rapper mindset.”

“He’s got over a million subscribers I think?” She hummed, unlocking her phone and scrolling for a few moments before turning the screen to you, a dark haired man with glasses staring at you.

“I mean he’s cute I guess, if you’re into the geeky look,” You examined his face. “You could find someone hotter, but I’d probably hate him more if he was.”

Shae put away her phone and swatted the side of your arm playfully. “You haven’t even met him yet!” You paused as you lifted another forkful to your mouth.

“We both know how this is gonna go, Shae. He could be Jesus-fuckin’-Christ himself and he still wouldn’t be good enough for you.”

She let out a small laugh. “Well, please don’t be too obvious about your feelings. He should be here about–” She quickly checked the time on her lockscreen, but before she could finish her sentence the tall dark haired man you recognized as Ted speed-walked over right on cue, a brunette above 6ft with odd facial hair trailing after him. You couldn’t help but think he pulled off the mutton chop loop. In fact, with his sharp, prominent nose, large stature, and flowing, wavy hair that was partially covered by a NY Yankees cap, you found yourself admiring the man’s appearance.

“Sorry, sorry! Am I late?” Ted leaned down to kiss Shae’s cheek, your friend grinning at the small action. 

“Right on time, Ted.” Shae’s grin was plastered on her face, but a quick glance toward you showed that her eyes asked you to play nice. “This is Y/n by the way.” She gestured to you expectantly. It took you a few moments to catch on, busy chewing on your salad and sneaking glances at the man who seemed to be a friend of Ted, but once you realized you were meant to do something, you quickly waved. 

Ted sat in the seat beside Shae, leaving the uniquely attractive man who accompanied him standing beside the table. “Sorry, Schlatt wanted to tag along, but I figured he wouldn’t be too much of a nuisance.” He apologized, mostly to Shae.

“I wanted to spend time with my friend if I’m stuck here in smoggy L.A,” ‘Schlatt’ huffed.

“Oh Schlatt, you can sit beside Y/n!” She pointed to the chair beside you. You moved your purse onto the floor, watching the tall man as he crossed over to sit beside you, giving him a polite small smile. “It’s nice to meet you again.”

“You too.” He nodded in response, giving you a silent, examining look.

The man didn’t seem socially awkward, instead Schlatt just came off as reserved. From Ted’s comment about him being a nuisance, this behavior seemed odd to you. Perhaps he was just being good for Ted’s sake, or just getting a feel of the situation before getting more comfortable. 

“I’m Y/n,” You introduced. Not knowing what to do or say, you went to take another bite of your salad, only to be greeted by an empty bowl. You tried not to frown at the betrayal, opting to take a sip of your drink instead. Schlatt let out a hum, turning on his phone. Perhaps he was just tired?

“So, are you two looking forward to the party tonight?” Ted spoke up, breaking the silence that fell over the table. Although his body language made him appear comfortable, with his arm stretched around Shae’s shoulders, you noticed the awkwardness he felt through the apparent stiffness of his shoulders.

“Party?” You looked over to Shae who smiled sheepishly. 

“Ted! I was gonna ease her into it!” Shae laughed. “Ted invited us to a party with him and Schlatt, it’s gonna be a good one apparently. Some group rented out a mansion on AirBnB. You totally have to come!”

“I’m busy that day,” You said quickly. Schlatt, who was busy on his phone, let out a small chuckle that he tried to bite back.

“It’s tonight,” Ted restated.

“Yeah and I have plans tonight,” You said quickly, searching your brain for an excuse. Your search was cut short by Shae.

“You were complaining about having nothing to do all day when we got here. C’mon Y/n, It’ll be fun!” 

You went to sip your drink to stall while you thought of an escape plan, only to end up slurping air. The world seemed to be against you today. “Okay, okay, only for a bit. And I’m stealing back the Jimmy Choos I let you borrow.”

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Sometimes you wished you were better at saying no to Shae. Especially right now.

The party was lively. The bass throbbed throughout the rented mansion as if the building had a heartbeat and the large crowd of people gathered throughout the house swayed in time with it as if the party had cast a spell upon them and commanded it. Although you were committed to being huffy in the corner, you couldn’t help tapping a foot as well. Outside, in the absurdly large yard took place a makeshift game of baseball while others mingled on the deck.

Hate was a word you used quite liberally, despite being warned against it your whole childhood. Despite its secure place in your vocabulary, it was rare for you to truly mean the word as defined. However, in your current situation you felt yourself feeling the word so deeply it was as if you created it yourself. Your irritation was worsened by the knowledge that if the party was populated by any other group of people, you’d be having an amazing time. It wasn’t as if you were upset just because you were a buzzkill, usually you were the first one to suggest a night out and the last one to get into the uber home (after being pulled in by your friends). No, it wasn’t for a lack of loving parties. You just hated the people at this one specifically. You couldn’t stand Influencers.

Your eyes scanned the crowd for Shae, noting the amount of cameras out with scrutiny. You couldn’t help but wonder how many of these people actually liked each other. How many of them were actually friends once the cameras shut off? You couldn’t stand the insincerity that seemed to permeate through every interaction they had, not to mention the egos that they broke their back carrying. 

Unfortunately, the familiar brunette you were searching for was not to be found, the two of you had been separated an hour ago when a group of people pulled her and Ted away to talk. Your phone battery was dangerously low, so you didn’t send more than one text her way. It was only a mansion, she couldn’t have gotten far, surely you’d find each other if you stayed in one spot. The situation made you feel a bit like a child lost in a supermarket. What was next? Practicing a stop, drop, and roll?

The sigh that escaped your lips was rendered inaudible by both the music and the laughter floating through the open patio door to your right, where out in the backyard a makeshift baseball game seemed to be occurring– with cameras out, of course. Unlike usual, your carefully crafted, much too expensive outfit wasn’t enough to lift your spirits. Opting for plan b, you raised your lips to take a sip of your drink. 

It seemed as if brunette men over 6ft were scurrying into your life like rats, with the man who just came to stand beside you being no exception. You tried to subtly look at the attractive man under the guise of scanning the crowd for Shae once more as you sipped your drink, only to notice him staring at you. Like a cobra, the moment the rim of the cup left your lips, he struck quickly.

“I haven’t seen you around this type of thing before, what’s your name?” He questioned. You took the opportunity to get a better look at the man before looking away with faux disinterest. You were opposed to love, yes, but a good hookup was something you were glad to indulge in.

“Isn’t introducing yourself first the chivalrous thing to do?” You commented, opting to act hard to get to give him the thrill of the chase.

“Excuse my manners, I’m a bit buzzed. I’m Hasan Piker. Can I know your name now, mystery girl?”

You let out a small laugh, turning to face him finally. “Y/n.”

“Y/n? I don’t think I’ve heard of you. I’d certainly remember if I did. What type of content do you make?” 

You tried not to grimace at his assumption. “I’m sort of a sexual anthropologist.” You stretched your job description to the limit.

He raised an eyebrow. “Onlyfans?” 

“A magazine advice columnist. It focuses on sex and relationships,” You elaborated with a laugh. “Though I’m trying to break into real journalism.”

He laughed. “‘Sexual anthropologist’?” He ruminated on the words. “Well that’s a creative way of saying it, although it doesn’t seem to be entirely inaccurate.”

“Circumlocution is a guilty pleasure. I’m assuming you’re a streamer or something?” 

“Quite a bit of political content.”

You hummed. “More respectable than most.”

Hasan let out a small chuckle. “But let's not talk business. I can’t talk long, content obligations. But I saw you across the room and wanted to give you my number, maybe we could get more acquainted later.”

You pulled out your phone, opening it up to the contacts app and handing it over. “I don’t hate the idea of that,” You smirked, internally beginning to enjoy being dragged along to this party now that you had the chance at spending a night of meaningless sex with his muscular form.

He took the phone from your hand and typed in his number. “I have to go, but text me. I’ll be looking forward to it.” His warm hand brushed against your exposed back, rubbing a small circle into your flesh with his thumb before slinking into the crowd from where he came.

You tried to hide the smirk that threatened to creep onto your lips, trying to play it cool in case anyone was watching. In an attempt to hide your smirk of satisfaction you raised your drink to your lips, only to find yourself wet and on the floor just a millisecond later, pain and the flashes and clicks of cameras flooding your senses.

The large form crashing into your body was far too sudden for you to even make a sound or register what had happened for a few moments. Slowly your brain began to piece things together. The open patio door in front of you, the baseball game going on outside that had halted with its players staring your way in shock, the impossibly heavy weight that kept you pinned to the hardwood floor. Some fucker had tackled you in an attempt to catch a ball. You were too stunned to speak, and the delayed full-body pain that flowed into your body only added to your silence.

“Watch where you’re standing, toots.” The voice, although with the telltale slur of a drunk man, sounded slightly familiar. Your disoriented brain took a bit to focus, but once it did you saw the face of Ted’s friend Schlatt hovering above you, illuminated by harsh camera flashes.

Your eyes stung as they teared up, embarrassment, pain, and anger flooding your senses all at once.

“Watch where I’m standing? You’re the one who fucking ran into me!” You shouted back in anger, not caring about the cameras and bystanders surrounding you. “Get off of me!”

The man huffed as he moved his large form to his feet, a motion your sore body copied once he released you from your prison beneath him. “If you paid more attention to your surroundings you’d’ve seen me coming!” 

“It’s a dark room!”

“Try drinking less, you’ll be more aware of your surroundings.” He retorted with a pissed off chuckle.

“I’m not the one who reeks of whiskey!” You angrily jabbed a finger into his chest. “I’m not taking this from some ‘influencer’ with an over-inflated ego,” You hopefully accurately guessed his occupation from his attitude before turning on your heel and storming away, focusing most of your energy on not stumbling in pain with such a variety of pitying and angry eyes on your form. Behind you you could hear Schlatt yell out in triumph about having caught the ball, his announcement resulting in loud cheers.

“Y/n! What’s wrong?” You heard Shae’s worried voice as you neared the parties exit. Ted trailed behind her, looking confused at the state you were in. You must have looked like a wreck. Even without a mirror you could tell your hair was messed up and your backless white dress was stained from your drink when Schlatt barreled into you. 

“That fucking guy, Schlatt,” You replied, sending a glare to Ted. “Crashed into me trying to catch a ball and blamed it on me.”

Shae’s face turned angry at your words, looking expectantly at Ted and presumably opening her mouth to tell him to do something about his friend.

“I’ll talk to him, he hasn’t been himself recently,” Ted spoke quickly, giving you an apologetic look.

“Don’t. I don’t want some coerced apology. He’s a dick, it’s whatever. I doubt I’ll even see him much after tonight.” You weren’t sure why Shae and Ted had such weird looks on their faces as you said that, but you felt too scrambled to question it. “I’m just worried about pictures and videos of it ending up everywhere.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Ted comforted. 

“Let's get you home first, I doubt you want to be here any longer,” Shae spoke, placing a hand on your shoulder and guiding you out the front door.

The outside air was cool upon your skin as your drink dried into sticky patches on your skin. The slight breeze felt piercing on the wet spots of your dress that clung tightly to you. You let out a small sigh, the sound of the party fading into the background as the three of you walked to Ted’s car. He had agreed to be the designated driver for the night, something you appreciated. You would have felt awful making some poor Uber driver’s car reek of booze. 

You were so exhausted you didn’t pay much attention to Shae helping you into the car, your body feeling heavy as you rested your head against the back seat window. Thankfully, the two in the front seat respected your reluctance to talk much. You found yourself ruminating on your latest interaction with Schlatt. It felt so fast, there wasn’t much for you to think of at all about it, but of one thing you were certain: you deplored the man, and you looked forward to never seeing him again. 

//

Taglist: @ghostyoongs

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Grand Slam

Author’s Notes: based on this post

I like playing around with different ways tinies/faeries can exist in the world, and one of my favorites is that they’re viewed as pests!

Content Warnings: tiny whump, falling from a height, painful impact, injuries, dehumanization

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“What’s that on the court?”

“A leaf? Wait no...”

Shae lays flat and trembles in the spot where he tripped and fell on his dash to safety. One of the two tennis players walks over, casting the faerie in shadow. He leans down and picks him up by his ankle.

“It’s one of those sprites. Don’t know what kind.”

“Well get it out of the way.”

“W-wait - ”

Shae only gets out the single word before the human flicks him up into the air and takes a big swing.

WHAP

He lobs the faerie high and far. The court is at the top of a hill up a winding driveway, overlooking the neighborhood below. It’s dusk and most people are inside their homes, the lights of televisions flickering from within.

With a loud PLUNK Shae hits a window at an angle and bounces off it to go skidding across a gravel driveway until he finally comes to a halt.

He is lying face down, chunks of gravel digging into his body. His head spins and his heart races as if he is still whipping through the air. 

Then a floodlight flicks on. A screen door creaks open. Shae’s heart nearly stops when human voices ring out.

“Are you sure you heard something?”

“Yes.”

“Well I didn’t.”

“You were in the other room. Can we just look?”

“Fine.”

Shae frantically props himself up, his arms shaking terribly. He almost gets to his feet when a sharp pain in his stomach makes him drop to his knees and double over. He takes a few whimpering breaths and slowly sits up.

As Shae’s head clears the pain comes into focus. His scraped up skin stings all over. His back throbs where it struck the hard glass while his neck twinges from the whiplash. A sharp bit of gravel is still pressed into his belly; when he brushes it away the skin beneath is indented and bruising.

“Ow...”

Footsteps crunch loudly behind him and a pair of long shadows streak through the glow of the floodlight.

Shae sinks back down with a sob. He can’t even stand, let alone run. There’s no use trying.

He’s prepared to be crushed under a boot but instead one of the human plucks him up by the back of his shirt and dangles him in front of her face.

“Don’t touch it, those things carry germs,” warns the other one.

The human holding him examines him a moment then makes a face. She walks to the edge of the street and drops him into the storm drain.

Shae splashes into a shallow pool of muddy water.

His spirit is as broken as his body; he doesn’t bother to move. At least down here no one will find him. As night falls the soaked, shivering faerie dozes off and dreams of home.

[moiraimyths]

it's kinda funny to see Shae seemingly towering over Keagan in the title screen and then seeing them actually standing together. don't worry, my short liege, you're big in my heart 😔✊

Actual devlogs about the screen in question:

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The Good People (Na Daoine Maithe) is now out on Steam and Itch.io! Play the demo for free!

[gacmediadaily]

Start baking those cookies for Santa now; 

we have an exciting treat!

We've been so good this year... 

Santa has decided to visit us early!

Christmas Movies will now begin on Great American Family on Friday, October 13th, 2023, with a premiere following on Saturday! I've been eagerly waiting to share this news with you all for days now - as soon as Great American Family posted it on their website and TV! It appears the Christmas movie launch may only be the weekend of October 13th through the 15th, with round-the-clock Christmas movies lasting throughout the Christmas season - beginning on Friday, October 20th. The first three Christmas movie premieres on Great American Family are... 🎄Destined 2: Christmas Once More - October 14, 2023 (starring Shae Robins and Casey Elliott) 🎄'Twas the Text Before Christmas - October 21, 2023 (starring Merritt Patterson and Trevor Donovan) 🎄Bringing Christmas Home - October 28, 2023 (starring Jill Wagner and Paul Greene) Danica McKellar's Christmas movie, which will premiere Thanksgiving Weekend, has been newly retitled: A Royal Date for Christmas. There was also a promotion (at the bottom of the screen) on Great American Family for a movie (or series) titled, Journey to Christmas. I'm not sure if this is something new or a religious series (see here) from 2017 that has the same title. The text stated that Journey to Christmas would premiere on Saturday, October 29, but October 29th does not land on a Saturday this year, so we'll have to wait and see what the correct date is for this - when Great American Family releases more news. I'm wondering if they meant to say Sunday, and perhaps they will air some religious Christmas movies from Great American Pure Flix on those nights? That is only my guess. We'll have to see what they announce soon! Stay tuned for more movie updates! And be sure to add lots of icing and sprinkles to your Christmas cookies for Santa!

[attic-club-sandwich]

"Can I join you?" with any boy you want :3 please

Yayy thank you so much Lotus! 💜 Omg I couldn't help myself with this one. I really hope that you enoy!!

List of Gentle Prompts Shae x Beel

Slightly Suggestive.

Summary: Shae and the brothers are on a hot spring resort vacation and it's the last night there. Shae can't sleep, so she decides to go for a soak in the springs one last time.

See this lovely relaxing video for reference!

Taglist: @amberrskiies, @obey-me-posts @sassykattery @delphi-dreamin, @a-hidden-gem @otomefoxystar @todothedodo @marvelous-maniac @nonbinary-disaster @selfmadender @animeismyhappyplace @vampire-tr4mp @ana-dear @gaychaosgremlin @sidgethegamer @meiloorun-tea @temnuk0 @starshineandbooks

It was the final night of their resort vacation, and Shae was restless. She lay awake in her room, unable to sleep as the moonlight shone in through the screen of the partition leading out to the hot springs. It was completely silent other than the gentle rippling of the water, and the sound of cicadas chirping in the night. Sitting up, Shae rubs her eyes. Maybe it would be nice to go for one final soak in the hot spring? She hadn't gotten any real peace and quiet since they arrived, so the idea of it was very inviting. Let's do it. I'll just be very quiet... she thinks, slowly getting to her feet. She strips off her robe, leaving herself bare as she grabs for a towel to wrap around her in its place. She pulls her long hair into a bun, and steps forward to slowly slide open the partition door.

The cool, night air feels good against her skin. She shivers, stepping out onto the stone path leading to the water. The warm glow of the lanterns light up the surroundings as she allows her towel to fall, hanging it up on one of the hooks by the entrance of the bath. She doesn't feel nearly as self conscious now that she's alone. Stepping in, Shae allows the warmth of the springs consume her. She feels herself relax as the water rises up over her body and she sighs softly. She rests against a rock, allowing her eyelashes to flutter closed. A few moment pass as she listens to all of the night time sounds of the Devildom countryside. Cicadas chirping. A frog croaking somewhere nearby. The wind causing the Furin hanging on the porch to twinkle softly in its breeze. The sound of another sliding door in the distance...

Shae's eyes shoot open at the sound. Who is coming? She finds herself sinking deeper into the hot spring in an attempt to hide. "Shae?" A soft, but familiar voice calls. "Beel?" She calls back, peeking over the rock she was attempting to hide behind. Oh thank God, it's just him... she breathes out a sigh of relief. "Ah, okay you are out here. I couldn't sleep and got worried when you weren't in your room." He's standing at the entrance of the spring, still wearing his robe. "Oh, yeah I'm okay. I couldn't sleep either to be honest. I thought i'd go for one last bath before we leave tomorrow." Beel nods, glancing up at the night sky. "Yeah, I'm sorry you didn't get much of a vacation from us." Shae giggles, relaxing a bit more. "I wouldn't say I didn't enjoy myself though." Beel smiles, his face flushing as she wades through the water so she's fully in his view. "Um, Shae. If you don't mind... Can I join you?"

Shae of course couldn't tell Beelzebub no. In fact, she's been waiting for a moment alone with him without the others... She blushes as she watches his robe falls to the ground, and he makes his way into the water. His tall frame allows himself to wade most of the way over before sinking down into the spot next to her. Shae isn't sure if it's the heat beginning to make her head spin, or the fact that Beel was now sitting here next to her. "It feels nice out here, doesn't it?" Shae says softly, resting her head against his shoulder. "Mmm. It's even better since you're here." Shae glances up at him, his own face flushed almost as red as his hair. His violet eyes shine with hunger, but Shae knows him well enough to know he lusts for more than just food this time. The water splashes around them as Beel's strong arms lift her up onto his lap so she's fully facing him. His lips meet hers eagerly, his hands wandering up and down her sides. "Let's have a midnight snack together, Shae."