#ahhhhh but I'm so satisfied right now you have no idea

[beautifulpersonpeach]

HOBI IS WORKING WITH JCOLE I REPEAT HOBI IS WORKING WITH JCOLE AHHHHH

Our boys are really industry heavyweights at this point, aren’t they BPP???? They really just out here casually collabing with their favorite artists growing up like Hobi just dropped the news that he collabed with The J.Cole the day before his single drops 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Am I wrong to think that they really earned these artists respect for them to even think to collab with them????Like I doubt J.Cole needs Hobi/BTS clout lmao and even Erykah Badu came out to do a song with Namjoon and I’m convinced Chris Martin is in love with Jin atp lmao like atp I’m convinced that RIHANNA X RAPLINE OR BEYONCE X JIMIN ISNT A FARFETCHED DREAM OF US DELULUS LIKE ITS NOT AN IMPOSSIBILITY BUT A REAL POSSIBILTY NOW

IM SO PROUD AND I LOVE THIS FOR THEM YOU GO BOYS

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Ask 2: OMG I LOVE THAT TEASER MELODY!!!!!!! I think Imma love that song!! I'm so excited (and sad. AND WITH JCOLE HIS INSPIRATION OMMMMGGGGG I'm so happy. I'm SO giddy. lol I'm really glad to have this music. I needed them cuz I'm doing a competition on release day. I was feeling anxious. If it's going to be blue side esque, I'll just listen to this nonstop to calm myself down. Also Jimin Tiffany?? He looks fantastic. I hope there's ads, I'll go to the shops just to see him (I HATE both usually lol)

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Ask 3: BPPPPPPPPP I'M CRYING THIS SONG IS EVERYTHING EVERYTTHING I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART

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Ask 4: Jermaine Lamarr Cole respects Jung Hoseok and made a song with him fuck I'm gone. Bpp, how you feeling?

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Hi Anon(s),

I don't even know where to begin.

I just wrote possibly what is my most effusively adoring Jimin post and maybe it's also the lack of sleep making me slightly delirious but I nearly burst into tears just now trying to reply to you talking about Hobi. Because y'all, my emotions are completely fried right now. Hobi has completely wrecked and destabilized me with On The Street. Part of the reason I'm here is because of how happy I feel, and it is 100% the result of his music, that song in particular, and what it confirms to me for the umpeenth time about who Hoseok is.

Y'all, I'm so happy for him. Like I'm sitting on my couch, wig off, feet up, running my hands down my face every two seconds through my hair clutching my fro to ground myself while On The Street plays on surround sound.

Everything about On The Street is perfect. I'll write an actual review once I've calmed down but Jesus it's so fucking good.

J Cole is an artist notorious for pulling no punches and being real with the music he makes and who he makes it with. Like Jermaine is one of a handful of rappers that Kendrick gives full cred to. I've been fighting the urge to scream since this song dropped like y'all have no idea how incredible, how legendary this collaboration is precisely because of the sort of artist both J Cole and J-hope are, and I can only imagine how Hobi feels right now.

All the guys are meeting their heroes and rather than it being an unpleasant experience, they've all developed so much as artists already that their first collaborations with their heroes is mutually satisfying and underpinned by mutual respect.

Everything about this song is so beautiful and I hope you're able to enjoy listening to it very often.

#Hobi #Jhope #on the street #and yes Jimin snagging that Tiffany collab is way overdue #Who in BTS wears jewelry more than jimin? #no one #bts

[dabbling-translations]

Chapter 7: Witch-sama names the warm swamp, birth of the Hot Spring

"Wow! This is amazing!" I exclaimed as I dipped into the warm puddle.

The warm water enveloping my entire body caused me to feel greatly satisfied. 

This cloudy water is amazing! Its thick consistency wrapped around my body made me feel as if I were melting. Just like magic. During the battle earlier, I scraped my knee. It was slightly painful but after I entered the pool, the pain disappeared instantly!

I don’t know how it works but it’s like the water has restorative power.

“A-Are you okay, master?” (Lara)

“I'm beyond fine! It's amazing! It's so therapeutic!” I pump my fist in joy as Lara looked at me timidly.

Ahhhhh~ I never knew ecstasy and satisfaction of this level existed.

“Lara, you should get in here too. Come on, come on! Take your clothes off or I'll drag you into the puddle myself.” (Yuo)

"No! I don't want to die yet, master! Pass! (Lara)

I immediately pulled Lara's hand, not wanting to keep this pleasure to myself.

It seems the pool’s location was blocked off behind a rock, which explains why the villagers haven't discovered this place yet. Because of this, the area was secluded. There was no need to be shy since we were both women. When Lara confirmed that no one was around, she stripped naked and hesitantly got into the warm water.

“What…? It feels much better than it looks!” (Lara)

As expected, Lara uttered the same words I did. I nodded deeply at that. As the warm water enveloped our bodies, we felt our minds and bodies relax.

“Just a while ago, it smelled like hell but now it smells so pleasant.” (Lara)

“Perhaps the fact that you heated this pond more caused this satisfying feeling. Master, could it be that your [Heater Skill] has a certain effect on this type of water?” Lara inferred that my skill may have changed the properties of the water.

Hmmm, I doubt it. I think my skill just warms things up.

Just being wrapped in warm water caused this energy to well up at the bottom of my stomach. Additionally, the stress caused by my banishment faded quickly.

It feels even better than recovery magic. This pool was an amazing discovery!

Lara’s cheeks were rosy and she had an unrestrained smile on her face, an expression rarely found in the calm and collected maid.

I couldn’t blame her though, not even I knew such a pleasant feeling existed.

Besides, this water makes me forget all of my pent-up worries and stress.

I was born an aristocrat, something people seem to this is enviable. But behind the glamor and prestige, our lifestyle is restrictive. My family and relatives imposed unattainable goals on me, especially my father and brothers who always ridiculed my lack of magic power.

But this water gives this liberating feeling.

I’m reminded that before I’m an aristocrat or that girl without any magic power, I’m only human.

In a daze, I feel great. I wish this feeling would last forever.

While I was reflecting on everything, I felt a tear slip from my eyes

I’m crying.

It’s been hard, huh?

Gradually, I felt the weight in my heart lighten.

“Master, are you okay?” Lara asked in concern as soon as she saw my eyes brim with tears.

I hurriedly washed my tears away with the warm water. A lord shouldn’t be seen in such a weak state.

However, I was still in a good mood. This water can actually cause a cheerful and carefree person like me to cry, how amazing. It's like a holy spring that liberates the heart.

“That's right!" I thought of something.

"Why don't we let the citizens try this? If everyone in the territory is healthy, territory management might become easier and more stable.”

“That's a wonderful idea, master! You are indeed a compassionate and merciful lord!” Lara agreed.

For someone who said it smelled like hell, she’s very enthusiastic about this.

“Hehehe, I think they'll definitely appreciate it. The water feels amazing but master, you have to come up with a name for this… thing.” (Lara)

Then, I realized that this puddle had no name.

Hot water is not a bad idea, but it's just not right.

“You’re right, this mystical puddle needs a name. That would make it easier for people to be more familiar with it.” (Yuo)

Hmmm... ‘warm puddle’ certainly doesn't sound clean or appealing, does it? I'd like it to have a cleaner image anyway. A holy spring or something like that.

“How about keeping it simple and just naming it ‘warm swamp,’ master? Or maybe ‘warm pond’ could work too.” (Lara)

Lara didn’t have any bad intentions, but her naming sense was outstandingly bad.

Not many people would want to dip into a ‘warm swamp.’ ‘Warm pond’ on the other hand could be taken to mean something else [1].

A warm gushing place… A warm, holy spring… 

I folded my arms and groaned in contemplation.

"Aha! Warm spring, how about calling it a hot spring?” (Yuo)

“Hot spring! That sounds great! It fits the place very well!” Lara agreed with the name I came up with.

"Good, then we will have to prepare the hot spring for public use. Lara, you'll be busy tomorrow!” (Yuo)

“Master! I'm so excited!” (Lara)

Lara and I were so excited while soaking in the hot water.

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Meanwhile, some news was spreading among the villagers.

"Did you hear? I heard that the new feudal lord is the Scorching Witch.”

“How is that possible? The Scorching Witch is just a legend!”

“No, that's the thing. According to Hannah, the new lord killed a two-headed Giant Earthfish in an instant unscathed!”

"In an instant? Unscathed? That's impossible! That fish was a dragon eater!”

“And what's more, she was merciful enough to share the meat for free.”

“Oh, really? We've been very blessed lately, thank goodness!”

“My family will be overjoyed! Witch-sama really saved us from hunger!”

The gathered villagers had nothing but praise for Yuo.

<<Scorching Witch’s Recent Gain>>

Hot springs

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A spring that can relieve physical and emotional fatigue. There seem to be multiple sources, but they have not yet been fully investigated.

<<Scorching Witch’s Ability>>

The target's temperature is maintained at a constant level. Used to maintain the temperature of hot springs.

(T/N) [1] Probably piss? Or some other bodily fluid lmao I hope you enjoyed this chapter and any corrections are greatly appreciated, just refer to the corrections panel on the navigation bar.

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#scorchingwitchdtl

[razelssacredplace]

New Episode with a lot happening, so it's notes time, which means

SPOILER ALERT:

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• Divorce in the midst of the World Series Earthquake, fucking wonderful.

• I figured they'd be aware of other Leapers given that they'd have access to the records. There's no way Ziggy, Gooshie, or Al didn't record the Evil Leapers at least.

• Addison is using Gooshie's old tablet, that's fucking funny.

• I agree Ian, fuck Zuckerberg

• Wait they rebuilt the whole project? Nothing except a few things like Ziggy and all that were kept? I'm not sure how I feel about that. At the very least it's a vague explanation of why the technology is so different in how it works compared to the old one.

• Flashbacks of the old life, really love it.

• A marine is Leaper X? This is rather strange. Now I really need to know the reason of why a Marine is a Leaper, how they became one, why, if they're an Evil Leaper, or if they're independent. But most importantly, why are Janis and Ben supposedly following him?

• Using actual footage of the earthquake brings me back to the old Watts Riots episode where they used the real footage.

• Ah Ben has family issues. Classic.

• Martinez clearly hasn't Leapt yet and he's a very young Marine at that. This causes me to believe he's not being tracked. No way Janis and Ben were tracking someone that hasn't Leapt yet. This shit gets weirder and weirder.

• Ben is suddenly running through the backrooms and experiencing flashbacks at the same time. This is fun.

• Ben has similar reasons as Sam for Leaping? Part of it makes sense but why would Janis be so ready and willing to commit near treason/espionage to help him for it?

• She really just said "I can't worry about what's gonna happen in the future," YES YOU DO you actually have to because you are Time Traveling it is in fact your job to think about the ramifications of your actions.

• That's okay Ben, it's just a concussion and a few cracked ribs, you'll be fine!

• Okay, Ian has a really smart idea there, and I agree with magic. How, yeah good question. But the why. Why would Ben want or need to hit the future? Why would Janis be on board? So many questions.

• Ahhhhh the supernatural aspect of QL might be back YES.

Final Thoughts

I'm sure you all have heard the news but, in case you haven't, QL is in minor worry of being cancelled due to low ratings. Disappointing but a hundred percent surprising, the show really does cater more to the old fans and doesn't do a whole lot to try and bring in new fans.

With that said, I hope we can make it to a Season 2 (provided S1 doesn't have a satisfying end) because I really like where the story is going. Right now I'm hoping that they're using the first half of the season to give us all these questions and then will use the second half to answer most of them.

If it doesn't do that, however, then I've got nothing. I can only enjoy confusion from a show for so long into the season. Here's to hoping for the best though!

#quantum leap spoilers #quantum leap 2022

[shokobuns]

now i'm thinking of karaoke with itadori hcs hahaaa

-> karoke w/ itadori yuji!

(a/n): i don’t think you understand how much excitement is bubbling in me rn.. i love doing karaoke so much (with both my family n friends) bc im filipino and AHHHHH this idea is so cute esp since it says itadori likes karaoke in the guidebook ahhhhh

→ yuji’s singing either ranges from horrible to mediocre, but he does have a rare occasion where he sounds like an angel and it depends on the song. if you put on some bruno mars for him to sing, he’ll bring you to tears with “when i was your man”, but any ariana grande song? cover your ears.

→ again, he would have you in his lap and sometimes he’d bring the microphone up to your head for you to sing a certain part. this happens usually when he knows he can’t reach a note.

→ nobara boos him and though you may secretly agree with her sometimes, you’ll still run your fingers through his hair to make him feel better. yuji secretly asks nobara to boo him even more after he notices this.

→ once he deeply kissed you after a song for dramatic effect. it was completely unexpected, but there was a lot of cheering from gojo.

→ honestly, it doesn’t matter what he sounds like or not, because he looks all adorable and happy and satisfied after finishing a song. if he’s not sitting down, he’ll excitedly go back to the couch, kiss your cheek, and pull you back into his lap before both of you cheer on nobara singing a mariah carey song.

→ if YOU are the one singing, you best believe this man will hype you up so much that it’s almost embarrassing and gross. will definitely plant a lot of kisses on your face because he’s happy that you participated in the first place.

© this is a work of @crybabygumi, all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, copy, or repost my work on other platforms.

#itadori yuji x reader #yuji itadori x reader #itadori hcs #yuji itadori hcs #itadori yuji hcs #🌟 — 1k!

[aceofspadegrass]

Puzzle Solver

Characters: Tatta Koudai, Arisu Ryohei

Genre: Fluff. The boys are solving little puzzles together. :D

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I'm having fun letting them vibe together. Friendship. >:D

Also, I may have low-key made Arisu a little neurodivergent just because. Hopefully that conveys well?

The door swings open, Tatta keeping one hand on the knob as he enters Arisu’s room, a bag in hand. It was somewhere around noon, Arisu looking up and waving from where he sat on his bed, reading from a book that was brought in for entertainment.

“ Hi Arisu!” Tatta greets with a smile, Arisu copying him as the capped man sits down on the bed, setting the bag at the base of his feet. Arisu watches Tatta open the bag, pulling out a package, Arisu’s eyes lighting up when he recognized the colourful, cubic shape. Tatta hands it over to Arisu, Arisu taking it and rotating the packaged Rubik’s Cube with starry eyes, Tatta smiling and pulling out several more puzzles from the bag and setting them on the bed, all still within their packages.

“ Where’d you find all of these?” Arisu asks, not taking his eyes off of the cube and now attempting to open it with his fingers. Tatta smiles and kicks his feet a little, hands politely settled on his lap.

“ Well, we were going for a fuel run when we passed by this store, and we went inside to see what we could bring back, and in the back were a ton of these! And, well, they’re a lot less dangerous than the puzzles in the games, so…… I thought you might like them! You’re really smart, way better than what I can do.”

Arisu nods, finally popping free the cube and watching it land on his lap. Arisu sets the paper box it came in besides him, picking up the cube and turning one of the sides a few times, already becoming engrossed in how smooth it turned. He nods again, fingers flying as it scrambles the colours around, keeping no effort to track where or how each colour was arranged. Tatta’s attention was kept on him the entire time, Arisu stopping his mad scramble and peacefully investigating each side, taking in the patterns.

Then his fingers start moving again, watching much more carefully as colours flip this way and that, turning and twisting and aligning. Tatta stays quiet, his brain blending along with the blurs of reds and greens and blues, until Arisu holds out a fully completed cube in his palm, looking at Tatta. Not necessarily eye contact, just at Tatta, which Tatta doesn’t bother to mention, the man just smiling and applauding.

“ That was amazing! Do it again! Except, uh…. here-“ Tatta takes the cube from Arisu and turns the colours around, slow and methodical but still in a random pattern. Tatta was just going for something that looked mixed up. He hands it back to Arisu, who takes a bit to examine each side. “ Okay….. go!” Arisu’s fingers fly the millisecond Tatta utters the word, and within no time Arisu was holding a completed cube in his palm, smiling a little at it. Tatta applauds him with sincerity, and he grabs another puzzle, holding it up. “ Hey, want to figure out the rest of these with me?” “ Okay. Let’s do it!” Arisu nods while saying this, Tatta opening as many as he could. Arisu takes a few and focus on them with a silent contemplation, Tatta taking the puzzle that appeared the easiest to solve and trying his best.

Before they knew it, time passes, and Arisu was already on his second, Tatta stubbornly still working on his first. Arisu would occasionally offer an idea every time Tatta got stuck (and that was rather often), but Tatta still couldn’t get anywhere. Occasionally a small piece looked like it worked, only for it to go away and Tatta having to spend time figuring out what he did to make it look so right.

Arisu was having fun though, occasionally just moving a piece on the handheld puzzle just for the sake of moving it, without going any further back or forth in his progress. It was comforting, the two of them sitting in the room and solving puzzles. Arisu unlocks his puzzle, and he repeatedly taps Tatta’s shoulder to show it off, holding up the puzzle with a smile. The bed was kind of vibrating a little from Arisu shaking out of happiness, Tatta setting his still unsolved puzzle just to clap for Arisu.

“ You did it!” Tatta congratulates him, Arisu nodding and setting it down, grabbing the next one that caught his interest. It looked simple, but Tatta had all the reason to assume it wasn’t simple at all. He looks down at his own puzzle, pouting a little and picking it up, shaking the thing. “ I’m still on my first one, ahhhhh-“

“ Do you want me to try?” Arisu questions with an innocent head tilt.

Tatta shakes his head, holding the puzzle with a determined face. “ I got it! Just gotta figure out how this works. It’s actually really nicely made!” Arisu nods, now watching Tatta attempt to solve it, Tatta trying his absolute best. After a bit, which equated to another thirty minutes, Tatta finally gets somewhere, Arisu silently tapping the bed where he sat by, Tatta getting excited and smiling. “ Oh hey! I got somewhere!”

“ You did!” Arisu praises with an excited whisper, like this was some sort of amazing secret between the two of them. Tatta nods, and he continues, trying his absolute hardest. When the puzzle clicks with a satisfying resolution, there was a collective two-man party, Arisu and Tatta both standing up and cheering for this one puzzle. It was that exciting for the two of them. They sit back down on the bed, Tatta picking up his puzzle and holding it like a very exciting child he found. He sets it carefully in the finished puzzle spot and grabs another, the adrenaline making him eager to solve another.

Arisu chuckles and starting on his own, the both absolutely vibing together with the harmless puzzles.

#aib #alice in borderland #aib fanfic #alice in borderland fanfic #arisu ryohei #tatta kodai #the boys are vibing! #just them hanging out and solving puzzles and getting excited about said puzzles #i just want them to be good friends-

[meetmeatthecoda]

Lately, I've found myself drawn to stories ( and I mean drawn to as in envisioning those stories in my head, thinking them through to the very last detail, not reading, let alone writing them down, because I've long since accepted that they will never turn out quite the same on the paper ) where Red is the one who'd been seriously hurt and, therefore, rendered unconscious for an indefinite amount of time and worried Liz is the one who doesn't leave his side, hoping and praying and pleading that he would wake up. Probably, something that has to do with how unfair it is that we've seen Red keep vigil by hurt!Lizzy's side – playing music for her, holding her hand, reading to her etc. – a number of times and yet, over the course of 8 seasons, never have ever been allowed the pleasure of seeing Liz do the same for him ( not even when he was shot – because she left to retrieve the Fulcrum and couldn't come back until the fight was over – or when he was poisoned – because she'd been waiting to be cleared to see him and he ran away the moment he wasn't actively dying, because that's Red for you all ), even though she loves and cares about him as much as he loves and cares about her.

I mean, just imagine the possibilities!

Liz pacing around the waiting area of Red's mobile hospital while he's in surgery, unable to think about anything else other than how he looked – battered and broken and barely alive – when they've found him and how his head rested in her lap ( she could almost convince herself that he was merely dozing, if he wasn't so deathly pale and still and there wasn't so much blood on his clothes and her clothes and her hands and the backseat of the car ) and his hand was limp in her death grip as they rushed him to his doctors and she whispered words of reassurance and encouragement to him even though she knew he couldn't hear her and how she had to fight the instinct to curl around her lover and snarl at anyone who would come close because she can't let him be hurt further as the medics took him away from her, exchanging observations and orders that didn't sound particularly reassuring. She's also acutely aware of the fact that Red is fighting for his life – there, just a few feet away from her – and, though he's the strongest man she's ever known, he may not win, and so she makes a promise to the empty air in front of her that she will kill him herself if he dares to give up on her and Agnes like that now, when they've just reached the good, right place in their relationship, just confesses their feelings to each other. At some point, Dembe most certainly pulls Liz in for a hug, letting her cry in his shoulder, doing his best to comfort her ( even though there's nothing that can bring her more comfort than Red's hug, when he – alive and whole – wraps his arms protectively around her and holds her close and lets her hide from the whole world in his arms, his chest, his shoulder and neck – wherever she prefers to burrow her face at the time – and the memory itself makes her cry harder, because there's a possibility that he will never hug her like that again ), even though he's just as worried and scared as she is, and Mr Kaplan helps Liz clean up, washing away Red's blood from her hands and producing seemingly out of the thin air fresh clothes for her to change into.

Red, of course, pulls through the surgery, beating all odds, and Liz's heart floods with relief at the good news before sinking when the doctor explains to her and Dembe and Mr Kaplan the extent of Red's injuries and that it's impossible to say when – or even if – he wakes up.

And so the waiting game begins. Liz doesn't leave Red's side, holding his hand, stroking his knuckles with her thumb and never letting go, constantly talking to him and reading to him and even asking Dembe to bring the record player and some records from the Bethesda apartment to play to him, hoping that it would elicit some kind of response from him. Yet, as they days go by, there's not a single, smallest sign that he's aware of anything that's going on around him, that he's still there somewhere and is trying to find his way back to her, to them – he doesn't stir, doesn't so much as flutter his eyelashes, and Liz grows more desperate with each passing day, even though the doctor assures her that Red's slowly but surely improving ( but she can't see it with her own eyes, and if she can't see it, she's less likely to believe it, the more time passes with him just lying there, undisturbed by the loud, chaotic world around him ).

And then there's Agnes... While Liz keeps vigil at Red's bedside, the babysitting duties are split equally between Aram and Samar, Charlene and Cooper, Ressler and Audrey and Dembe and Mr Kaplan. Yet more often than not whoever picks little Agnes up from school and / or her ballet classes brings her over to the safe-house where Liz and Red are. She doesn't seem to be as unnerved by Red's state as her mommy is, climbing on his bed each time she visits ( after giving her mommy the biggest hug, of course ) and leaning in close to him, examining his face thoughtfully before half-asking, half-stating "He's still tired, mommy?". And Liz usually replies with a hoarse "Yes, baby" because she doesn't trust herself not to get choked up if she tries to answer more eloquently. Agnes simply nods then, satisfied with the explanation why he hasn't woken up yet, and settles against Red's side – mindful of his injuries and the spider web of wires and tubes connecting him to all sorts of monitors and machines – and either naps ( especially, on ballet classes days ) or tells her mommy and Red ( she talks to him just like Liz does much too easily – promising him to show him the new moves she's learnt when he wakes up etc. – as if she's already done that before or seen anyone else do that... unbeknownst to Liz, she did both – when Liz herself was in a coma, Agnes both saw Red talk to her mommy and was encouraged by him to talk to her, too, because it may help her mommy sleep easier and maybe she'll get better sooner and finally wake up ) about her day or does her homework or draws ( more often than not, she draws either cards for Red to read when he wakes up or just things she wants him to see ). And when the time comes for her to leave, she always kisses Red on the cheek, wishing him "sweet dreams" and to get better soon, and then gives her mommy, who tries so very hard not to tear up but fails miserably, a hug and a kiss, too, and tells her frequently that she shouldn't cry because Red is just too tired, just like she – Liz – once was, and that he just needs to sleep a bit more.

And when the door behind Agnes closes and Liz is sure her daughter won't see / hear her, she breaks down hard, in big, ugly sobs, because her little girl shouldn't be acting so naturally in this kind of situation and because she wishes so hard that Red just woke up, because she can't do this, any of this, without him.

In the end, once his body has healed itself enough and he regained enough of his strength, Red, of course, does wake up. It's a slow process, and Liz thinks she might either faint or go mad from the overwhelming feelings that are swirling inside of her when Red moves for the first time in what seems to her like forever – squeezing her hand feather-lightly – and when he leans slightly, unconsciously into her touch when she strokes his cheek – out of habit, without even expecting any sort of reaction from him and being pleasantly surprised – and when he opens his eyes for the first time – it's a brief occurrence, with his eyes slipping shut tiredly again after just a few moments, and he's still pretty much out of it, apparently, not even noticing her presence by his side, but for Liz it's a major event – and when he finally, finally looks directly at her – alive and conscious and alert – and calls her "Lizzy". He's still weak and his voice sounds terrible and Liz knows she shouldn't let all of her pent-up feelings – the fear and despair and frustration and love and relief and exhaustion – out on him like that – he's just woken up, after all – but she can't hold back the tears nor the jumbled mess of "thank you"s and "I love you"s and " "I've missed you"s and "I'm so so happy you're back" and "I was so worried" and "Don't ever scare me like that again" that spills from her lips as she leans in to kiss him lightly and give him the gentlest of hugs...

(Since I'm not a ficwriter and, therefore, have no intentions of using this pile of ideas/images/feelings myself, I wouldn't mind at all if you or any other writer drew inspiration from this rambling of mine)

Ahhhhh 😭😭😭 Are you sure you're not a fic writer, anon?? Cause this reads like some quality hurt/comfort to me!! 🥲🥲 Honestly, this is a lovely scenario to imagine & it gives me a slightly bitter sense of satisfaction to think of Liz suffering through just a fraction of the time Red spent by her side while she was in her coma... especially if it's the catalyst for fEeLiNgS to emerge tee hee bc, you're RIGHT, we were woefully deprived of those situations in the show & I'll never not be sad about it tbh. More specifically, things I love the most about this in no particular order: Liz having to "fight the instinct to curl around her lover & snarl" *swoon*, Liz swearing she will kill him herself if he dies LMAO, Dembe hugging her for comfort & Mr. Kaplan helping her get cleaned up 🥺🥺🥺, Liz playing records for Red yasss, AGNES & everyone taking turns babysitting her while she misses her Daddy desperately but deals with the situation with a maturity & grace beyond her years in an effort to help her grieving Mommy through it cool cool mkay mkay, Liz only breaking down once Agnes leaves OWWW, anddddd Liz being a blubbering mess when Red finally wakes up & calls her "Lizzie" & they kiss *whispers* it's fine, i'm fine 🙃 IN CONCLUSION, I love this anon, thank you for sharing this lovely little AU with me!! 🥰 And much, much love to you, of course, my friend!! ❤️

#The Blacklist #Lizzington #Agnesgate #thoughts #headcanons #mine #ask #anon #ughhhhhhhh #this mini fic is packed with feels #and punched me right in the face #thank you for this gift anon #:') #much love!! #<3

[luvleekaotix-imagines]

Hello 😚 Can you write a fanfic between Vergil (DMC game) and a Dhampir reader (a hybrid of a vampire and a mortal) who is capable of using ice magic in combat? Please add a scene in which the reader is satisfied drinking human blood (in a goblet), when caught by V she gives him a mysteriousss smile 😈 I'm sure this relationship is going to be very interesting 🤣 Thanks for receiving my request, luv ya 😘

A/N: [sliiiiides in] ahhhhh ha ha I am back on my fucking dmc bullshit lets fucking gooooo bitcchhh. This is a very odd mix of ideas that I can’t put into one thing, so hopefully its okay I kind of take the gist of it and put my own spin on it. Also it’s been a million zillion years since I’ve written, so be gennnntleeeeee. Or hate it, idk, whatever.

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You were still learning the ins and outs of what you were. Everyday there was something new to learn. There were a million things to not understand. A million boundaries to push and pull and play with. It was exhausting, it was fun, it was wild and beyond anything you could have imagined.

The best and worst part was that you were not alone in this journey. Since it was Devil May Cry agency who found you that fateful day, lost in blood and rain, it was the Devil May Cry agency that watched over you. At first it was to keep an eye on what you were, but eventually it was because they loved who you were. Of course, the feelings were mutual.

“Don’t do it.” Vergil’s stern warning cut through the ringing in your head as you stared at one of the weakened demons in front of you. When you took a step forwards, he clicked his tongue. “What did I just say?”

“Oh, but I just—you know, I’m so...” There was a terrifying glee reflected in your eyes. Or was the hunger? Sometimes the expressions looked the same. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. Just a b-bit—” You stuttered as your teeth grew sharp. It was uncontrollable when you crossed the line into this state.

“You need to learn to control your urges, Little Fang.” V seemed content not to stop you. He knew his reflection would disagree, but you were one to learn through experience, not stern words. “It’s your turn to carry them back, by the way.” He shot Vergil a sly look and got a scowl in return.

“I am well aware.” If you fucked up his coat again though, you’d be in for it.

You panted as the ringing in your ears became so loud that it drowned out any of the banter. All you could see was the life beating within the demon in front of you. It looked so—hells, it looked so delicious. Something in you was desperate to harvest it all.

In a blur, you launched forwards and sunk your teeth deep into the demon’s flesh. There was a distant howl and you weren’t sure if was one of pain from your prey, or your own muffled predatory roar. Nothing mattered when you fed except for the feeding itself. The feeling of draining life was so, so intoxicating. You could never find the words to explain it when someone asked. You felt full, you felt powerful, you felt—

Suddenly you pulled yourself away from the demon. Your vision cleared enough for you to spot Vergil and V watching you with knowing looks. 

And then the world began to slowly move even though you were standing still.

You felt sick.

You instantly vomited all the black ichor you had hastily consumed. You coughed out little shreds of flesh that you had managed to tear off with your sharp teeth. “...M-mistake.” You wheezed. The taste was awful. Oh god! Holy shit! You gagged at the aftertaste. The hunger in you had quietened, but at what cost? You could also feel some power being absorbed into your body, so it wasn’t like it had completely rejected the demonic essence. It was more likely that you had consumed too much, too quickly.

“Well, at least you held on a little longer than the last time.” V carefully approached you and offered a warm hand which you gratefully took. You were starting to feel a lot more unsteady on your feet. Not quite drunk, but something akin to vertigo.

“L-last time?” Your head was starting to clear, even though the nausea lingered. Ohhh… The last time was with V and Nero and it was ugly. Nico made you clean out the van on your own and she was right to do it. You opened your mouth to protest—

“We did try to stop you. Don’t even try to make that argument.” Vergil very quickly cut in and gestured for V to hand you over to him. “If you ruin my coat, I will make you pay for it.”

“Why are you bullying a sick person? You’re mean, Vergil.” You whined as you were put in the blue devil’s arms. You felt so ill. Fuck your hunger. You understood that you had to learn to control it, but it was hard to ignore. Really, really hard. Frustration and shame seeped into your feelings of sickness.

V trailed behind but had sent Griffon ahead to let the rest of the agency know you were unwell. “You seem intent on learning to control your hunger the hard way.”

“What other way is there, you dickhead?” You snarled. Vergil coughed to try and hide a laugh, or maybe you accidentally elbowed him in indignation. “You have no idea how it feels when the hunger hits. Nothing else matters. It’s really—it just takes hold.”

There was no reasoning with you, at least not right now. V knew your caustic name-calling was out of frustration and you’d apologise to him later in private when you were feeling better. The last time this happened you had used a lot more colourful language to curse both him and Nero out, so this was just peachy compared.

You settled into Vergil’s arms and kind of sulked as the three of you trudged on in silence. “...This sucks.”

“It was never going to be easy.” It was as warm as Vergil would get.

“Yeah…” You chewed on your lip. “At least I have you guys to help.” The thought actually made you feel a bit better.

But then—

Vergil resisted the urge to yell as ichor dribbled out of your mouth and onto his sleeve. 

“Oh god—I am so sorry, Vergil, I swear—I didn’t even know it was coming up, it just came out—”

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A/N: Post hunger clarity like post nut clarity???? Adfegzrhtrdmngbzfsdfa whats the bet the snarky DMC crew tell you to feed before you make seemingly bad decisions to see if you really wanna do that or not dafsdmhtrgefsaggrsfeas hahaha