#like her nose was had wounds and stuff 😭

[cookiescr]

Man it's so hard to save. I feel like I'm not making progress at all like the money keeps decreasing

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Hey girlll, it’s me again (at this point file a restraining order LMFAO😭) I quite literally had this idea right now- Zuko, Katara, and Reader (if you need to choose then waterbender?), are fighting Azula together, and reader takes the hit of lightning form Azula instea of Zuko to protect him (they have like A HUGE mutual pining too rn lol).

Later when they won and are at the palace, he visits her and says he wants to talk, and he says he was super scared and wouldn’t know how to live without her and confesses, and she says yes and says similar stuff and like they start dating.

THANK YOU SOO MUCH FOR YOUR WRITINGGGG- TAKE ALL THE TIME YOU NEED, JET LAG SUCKS DUDE, I SLEPT FOR LITERALLY 20 HOURS STRAIGHT ONE TIME LMAO. LOVE YOU GIRLLLL<333

"I'm okay, I swear!" You put your hand over his and it flexes on the bed, "I just need to rest, most of it was deflected by my water bending."

Zuko's thumb crawls out from underneath your palm and gently rubs the top of your hand, "But not all. You- you got hit by lightning, Y/n. You could have died."

You grunt as you shift on the bed, the bandages around your stomach preventing a fully comfortable position. "Yes, but I didn't. You don't have to worry, Zu, I'm not going anywhere."

And something about the way the light from the candle beside your bed catches your expression, casting such beautiful shadows on your reassuring smile, compels a heart-wrenching feeling inside Zuko. He needs you to know, in case he doesn't get a chance to say it again and because his overwhelming gratitude for your kindness towards him needs him to repay your pain with something almost as difficult to do.

"Y/n," He starts and despite the nerves, keeps his fiery gaze locked onto yours, "I- I can't lose you. I wouldn't know what to do."

You're a little taken aback, a rosy blush dancing with the firelight across your cheeks but you remain with that comforting smile of yours, "You'd keep being the good person you are, keep loving."

"I don't know if I could," He confesses with a small shiver down his spine knowing all he can tell you is the truth, "I don't think I can be a person at all without you. I can't live without you."

Your eyes widen, easy grin flattering and Zuko knows that rejection is coming, braces for it like he's in the presence of his father again until your soft hand is pulling his face closer and you're kissing him. You're kissing him slow and gentle, like leaves in a summer breeze but its your lips and it drives him crazy all the same. He presses a little more, molding his mouth against yours when a rushed exhale leaves your nose and he remembers your wound.

He pulls out of your reach, clutching the hand that drew him in as he checks your tummy and makes sure you're alright.

"Zuko," It comes out breathless and accompanied by a laugh, "I'd be more alright if you kiss me again."

So he does. A couple more times actually. And when you ask him to lay next to you in the bed as you sleep, no matter how red the idea makes him, he blows out the candle and tucks you in anyway. He watches your eyelashes flutter as little snores leave the lips that left him speechless and knows that he gets to watch you breathe in and breathe out, everyday for the rest of his life.

He wants to kiss your forehead but you're a light sleeper from your time with the Gaang so instead, he opts to kiss you tomorrow. And the tomorrow after that, and the one after that too. And he gets to kiss you and hold you and watch you breathe for the rest of his life, knowing how deep the love of yours goes as he traces a lighting bolt into the sheet beneath him.

[pinkroseblooms]

i just started Bucchigiri and love your stuff!!! 😭 Can you do one for Matakara having a crush on a new transfer girl? She wears the boys uniform and a hoodie over her head so she doesn't get attention. He only finds out cuz she helped treat his wounds after a fight once and it's been their secret ever since

Thank you so much! Hope you like this!

Just Between Us

Matakara/afab!Reader

Summary: Matakara takes it upon himself to befriend the new introverted transfer student and develops a crush, unaware they're both keeping secrets from the other. wc: 2.2k a/n: no warnings, mostly just fluff and a few swear words. reader is afab but I personally written them as being gender fluid. I also headcanon Matakara as bi disaster. Enjoy!

You yawn, barely paying attention as your teacher goes on about something to do with…history? English? Biology? At this point you don’t bother keeping track; no one else does. Usually everyone in your homeroom is openly hooting and hollering over the lecture; on good days, most of the other students are zoned out or passing notes, not even attempting to be sneaky about it.

Speaking of, a folded up card gets flicked on your desk; you look, puzzled at it, and back to your seatmate. On your right is Matakara Asamine, smiling patiently and pointing to the paper.

You roll your eyes but smile back; he has your number, the two of you could easily have a whole conversation over text if you wished to. Still, you open the little piece of paper and read what Matakara scribbled: he’s asking if you want to see a movie after school. You stifle a chuckle and write back an affirmative, deliberately sliding your hand over the surface of his desk; after he reads your answer, Matakara pumps his fist silently in a display of excitement. Your profile is obscured with your hood up and your head turned, so you hope he doesn’t see how wide you’re grinning. 

It’s only been a few months since you transferred to Ichizu and you’re grateful to have made a few decent friends; with the district's reputation, you hadn’t expected to do much in the way of socializing. You weren't particularly street smart or experienced in self defense even: you were one of the few students who fell into the “harmless wallflower” category. There were a handful of kids at school who were like you; they just sort of walked around, didn’t speak much, and were largely ignored by the majority of the school populace as too weak and plain to bother with. 

The Minato Kai and Siguma members mostly kept to themselves, interested in their own rivalry and their own personal circles of friends and acquaintances. Normies like you were mildly entertaining to mess with, and while you did get some teasing and the occasional shove in the hallway, you had sufficiently flown under the radar.

At least, until Matakara Asamine decided he wanted to make you his friend. From the beginning you were surprised, but not especially wary. The general opinion of Matakara was that he was strong and had integrity, two traits that Minato Kai prized; his revered older brother would surely be proud, who you had also heard good things about. With all that in mind, you didn’t hesitate too much when Matakara and his friends asked you to sit with them to eat or tag along to the batting cages. Frankly, you let everyone else do most of the talking; it was fun though. You genuinely enjoyed the company and Matakara shot down any attempts to get you to pledge with their gang. 

“What are we going to see later?” You ask as you take a seat next to Zabu, handing him the manga he had lent you a week prior. “Sorry it took so long, I lost it in the pile.”

“Eh, you can keep that if you want.” Zabu scrunches his nose at the volume, sliding it back towards you. “I’m not into that sappy shit.”

“Huh?” You raise an eyebrow. “Why’d ya buy it?”

“I heard it was supposed to be good, but it was cliche as hell.” Zabu shrugs, jabbing his elbow into Sakegaki’s side; said boy had been reaching his chopsticks into Zabu’s bento to nab a piece of grilled meat. “What movie? Are we going to see a movie?”

“Um-”

“Hey guys!” 

Matakara almost startles you with how loudly his voice booms; he plops down onto the bench next to you. “Sorry, the bread line was crazy today.”

“Figures, it’s half off day. What’d you get?” Zabu asks curiously.

“Yakisoba, here,” Matakara takes one of the sealed baggies of treats and puts one on top of your plate. “I owe you for last time, your favorite is the melon bread, right?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to.” You add. “Thanks though.”

“No problem.”

Lunch period comes and goes and you completely forget to ask what movie the four of you are going to see, but it doesn’t bug you much. You don’t really mind if it means you get to sit by Matakara again; the last time you went to the movies with him he had shared a bucket of popcorn with you, whispering into your ear every now and again to comment on something. You spend the rest of the day hoping you’ll be able to sit next to him again, maybe have one of those moments where your hands touch by accident. Zabu doesn’t know what he’s talking about in your humble opinion: if it was up to you, your school life would be one big, romantic comedy cliche, and Matakara would be the male lead.

Except, as things are now with you passing for a boy, you’re pretty sure your role as of now is the quiet friend, the awkward loner adopted by the popular kid. Not a bad deal all things considered, but it makes having a crush something of a pain in the ass. Still, you’ll take some yearning on your end if it means you can continue going through your school days mostly unnoticed and unbothered. The fact of the matter is presenting as a girl is a hassle; even the toughest girls in your class have to deal with being pursued and bugged by obnoxious wannabe casanovas who think they’re the earth’s gift to women. 

So far, you haven’t had any risky encounters: the gender neutral bathroom, dirty and falling apart like everything else in the school, helps avoid your secret getting out and you skip changing for gym because…well, pretty much everyone else does anyway and the teachers don’t care. You can’t see any reason why you shouldn’t keep passing as a boy until graduation; not to mention, the boy’s uniforms are comfier. 

“Where’s the guys?” 

It’s the late afternoon and you’re changed into baggy sweats and battered sneakers; inside your jacket are four packages of candy picked up from the convenience store you’re presently loitering outside of to sneak into the theater. Matakara is late; you’re about to text him when you hear his voice calling out to you. Down the sidewalk, Matakara is running your way, smiling wide and out of uniform; as he reaches you, your eyes widen.

“What the hell? You’re bleeding man.” You step up to him, craning your neck to get a good look at the cut over his eyebrow. “What the hell happened?”

“Ah, one of Siguma’s guys challenged me on my way here.” Matakara raises his fingers to the small gash. “Oh wow, I didn’t realize his kick landed that hard.”

“Matakara, hold on a second.”

“Where are you-?”

You rush into the store; in three minutes you’ve returned with a box of bandages, a small bag of cotton swabs, disinfecting ointment, hand sanitizer, and a bottle of water.

“What’s the water for?”

“Flush out the wound. Some of the blood’s drying.” 

You make Matakare sit down on the wooden bench on the side of the building and lay out the supplies. He watches you silently as you pour some of the clean water onto a swab and begin to carefully wipe off the dried blood, soaking up the bit that’s still oozing. Matakara is obediently still and doesn’t wince as you swipe a few dabs of ointment over the injury after sanitizing your hands properly. 

“You do this a lot?”

“Nope.” You confess, handing him the bottle of water. “Here, have some. It’s always a good idea to drink water. I’m gonna put the bandaid on; can’t believe you didn’t realize you got hit so hard.”

“I was kinda in a rush.” Matakara’s hand dwarfs the plastic bottle; he’s looking down a bit guiltily. “Sorry I was late. I thought it’d be over quicker.”

“Well, the guys are late anyway, so it works out.” You gently smooth the bandage across his eyebrow. “There, it should be fine. Are you sure you don’t feel dizzy or anything? Maybe we should skip the movie.”

“No!” Matakara says, sitting up straight. “I’m totally fine, seriously. Thanks for taking care of me.”

“I should be the one saying that.” You sit next to him with a sigh. “Don’t apologize; I’m lucky you want to hang out with me at all.”

“Of course I do! You’re fun to be around and you’re a good listener and you’re really-” 

Matakara stops talking; he suddenly looks away and takes a sip of water. You stare at him, a bit flattered and a lot confused. Matakara's been acting a little off all day come to think of it.

“Should I text the guys? You told them where we were gonna meet, right?” You check your phone while Matakara finishes the water. “Think they went straight to the theater?”

“Um, actually, Sakegaki and Zabu aren’t coming.” Matakara tells you; he scrunches up the bottle and tosses it cleanly into the recycling bin next to him. “You don’t mind, right?”

“Oh. No, it’s cool.” You’re not lying but now your curiosity has peaked. “Is everything okay with you guys?”

“Yeah, nothing wrong.” Matakara says quickly. “If you want I can call them, if you’re not comfortable with it being just us.”

“Why wouldn't I be?”

“Because…” 

Matakara’s hands are clasped and he’s still looking at the ground; he looks troubled and you feel bad for pushing the issue, whatever it is, but something is definitely wrong. 

“I don’t mean to presume.” Matakara begins slowly, measuring his tone. “It’s none of my business, but I, um, when you got close to me, I kinda felt…your chest.”

You stare at him blankly; Matakara’s cheeks flush and he finally gives you a ‘look’. 

“Oh.” You blink. “Shit. I guess you found me out.”

“So, you were born a girl?”

“Yeah.”

“Why are you…?” Matakara averts his stare. “Wait, sorry, it’s none of my business.”

“No, you’re fine. The thing is, it’s just kind of easier to pass myself off as a guy, ya know?” You pat his shoulder. “So, would you mind keeping it between us? Honestly, I don’t really care if people see me as a guy, girl, whatever, but it would make my life easier if you didn't go telling anyone else.”

“A secret?” Matakara perks up. “Between us?”

“I’d appreciate it.”

“Sure!”

You’re a bit taken aback; you know Matakara’s a nice guy and all, but you didn’t expect him to be this easy going about your charade.

“You can trust me.” Matakara puts a hand over his heart. “I can swear it in blood.”

“No, no more bleeding!” You blanch at the thought. “Dude, it’s not that deep.”

“I know, but it’s just nice.” Matakara rubs the back of his neck; he’s beaming at you, eyes crinkling in the corners, cheeks flushed. “You know, we’re always around other people or you go off on your own; when we are together, you don’t say much…I feel like we haven’t actually gotten a chance to really know each other, so I like we have this thing that’s only for us. Does that sound weird?”

“A little, but I see what you mean.” You tug the strings of your hoodie so it closes more around your face. “If you want, we could do this more.”

“This?”

“Hanging out,” You clarify, voice softer than you mean for it to be. “Just the two of us. If you want.”

“Then, it’s okay I didn’t invite the others? You’re not uncomfortable with it?”

“I probably feel the most comfortable around you, Matakara.”

You chance peeking out and realize you’re screwed: Matakara is leaning over, right in your face, eyes glued to your face and almost shining. He radiates warmth, like he’s trying to make you gravitate closer to his side, unknowingly pulling you toward him.

"Really?"

Actually, it’s more like his hand is placed over yours and he’s moving his face close to yours; for a moment you and Matakara stare at each other mutely. His hand covers yours and you don’t feel uncomfortable but your heart might actually combust inside your ribcage from how tenderly Matakara is gazing at you. 

“Do you really mean it?” Matakara breathes, voice almost like a sigh. “Can we go to the movies now? Just you and me?”

“Uh huh.” You nod dumbly, swallowing the spit you didn’t realize was pooling from glancing at his lips. “I, um, bought candy for everyone, four of them.”

“More for us.” Matakara smiles brightly, standing up; he’s yet to let go of your hand. 

“Works for me.” You don’t try to pull your hand away, allowing Matakara to pretty much lead you down the sidewalk in the direction of the theater. You’ve never seen him act almost childishly eager and his attitude is admittedly infectious. “Let’s share a popcorn bucket, it'll be less expensive.”

“Yeah, we should split a drink too.”

Matakara looks back, and you can’t miss the mischievous glint in his eyes as your cheeks grow hot.

“…I’m gonna have to watch out for you.”

���I don’t mind. In fact,” Matakara is grinning a little too innocently for the look he’s giving you over his shoulder. “You can look at me all you want.”

[snail-studios]

It’s “appreciate yourself” hours! Pick five pieces of writing/art that you’ve done that you love and talk about them! ❤️❤️❤️

THIS IS SO SWEET??? 😭

Umm ok!!! 🥺🥺

I really like this picture of mipha specifically!! I feel like the emotion is shown really well and even tho there are a lot of things I can't do with her to make crying more realistic (nose to go red and run, ect) I think I've shown it as best as I can ^^ I also love the way her top showed up and am proud of the little star <3

I really like this sketch. My first miphlink kiss I've drawn :D the hands look better than usual and I like the green/pink gradient. I like the looseness of the lines, too. I was really just having fun with it and not putting too much pressure on myself

Even if this didn't turn out as I'd hoped it would in colour I like how mipha turned out :'^) still disappointed with the overall outcome so won't be sharing unless prompted, sorry T.T

This animation still impresses me when I look at it XD I did that????? What???

Mipha dropped her bag onto the table with a thud. Her hands trembled on the sink as she poured herself a glass of water. She bit her lip hard, choking down a sob as she lifted the glass to her lips. She wiped her mouth, her hand coming back red with a spot of blood, mixed with lipstick. Her eyes burned with tears and she let them fall, shoulders shaking with each quiet cry. Oh, she’d messed everything up, she’d let everything fall apart and now everyone was in danger.

In the dim light of the empty safehouse it was hard to see. The window above the sink stared out at a concrete wall, a cruel mockery of what she could be looking at instead. Even from deep underground she could hear the hail thundering onto them, a constant pitter-patter with the occasional thud as a particularly large ball of ice fell.

She faintly heard the door upstairs open, multiple pairs of footsteps coming down the stairs until Gaddison, Bazz and Rivan burst into the kitchen, rosy cheeked and smiling fin-to-fin. They chatted amongst each other for less than a minute, before seeming to realise Mipha was standing at the sink and turning to her.

“Oh, Mipha. Hey.” A gentler smile curved Bazz's lips, and he picked the bandage on his cheek. Her heart rate picked up. He was, like Gaddison and Rivan, absolutely covered in bandages. A thick one was wrapped around his bicep, a blood soaked gauze was taped on Gaddison's knee, and Rivan was covered in small, shark patterned band-aids. 

“What…” She gulped, reaching backwards to steady herself on the kitchen bench. She was used to the sight of blood, but that, coupled with her exhaustion and the way they had messily covered their wounds sent a wave of light headedness to her head. “What happened…?”

Im proud of how quickly I wrote this Fisheye Lense snippet :> I really enjoy writing Mipha with a lot of people who love her and am excited to show that more in the fic 😌

Thank you so much for this! I really needed it and it made me realise how much stuff I've created recently that I'm proud of!!!

[soft-mafia]

Troubled Girl [Buggy x Reader]

[part 1]

warnings: oc insert series, fem reader, fem y/n, age gap, slow burn, violence and blood, oc x canon, HEAVY on the oc insert, if you hate stuff like that don’t interact, barely proof read

a/n: I decided to redo part 1 because the first one was hot shit😭I hope this turns out better now that I have the actual lore figured out. I worked really hard on this so I hope this gets some attention😭

Y/n didn’t know what she was looking at, the way the sea lined up with the horizon in the distance, the way the waves crashed against the side of the ship. Or maybe she was listening to the call of the seagulls. She didn’t even know where she was, really, the sky was a bright pastel blue, the clouds were white and looked like cotton, the ocean below her was a saturated deep blue, it was so unusual. Where was she? Was she dead? When she awoke from her blackout her wounds were patched up, the stench of musk and alcohol greeted her as she rose, but everything seemed.. off.

It was a cramped room, a makeshift med ward but she was tended to with what seemed to be professionalism. The bandages around her arms had only a few faint dried bloodstains on them despite the severity of her injuries. Everything was so bright and saturated, even the light that poured in from the rounded windows.

Her brows furrowed, still trying to recollect what happened, or where she was. It was still clear in her memory, of course, she couldn’t forget what happened. However, in this moment she didn’t know if she should still be on guard or not. Y/n survived, and ran, but was this ship taking her back home? She figured the nuns or the apprentices found her and were transporting her back to Getica, but it couldn’t be that. The ship she was on was filthy and had circus print everywhere, a chipped pattern on the sides of the boat.

Y/n’s eyes were still heavy, she was tired and exhausted and hadn’t eaten since she’d been taken for judgement day.

Y/n froze and whipped her head back in alert when she heard the sound of footsteps creaking on the deck behind her, a tense feeling shot through her body, still in fight or flight.

“Hey! Finally, you’re awake! I didn’t think you’d make it through the night.” The man says, his face painted in makeup to match the circus print, two blue arches smeared almost symmetrically on each arch of his brow, cross bones mark his forehead and red was painted messily around his lips. He was tall with broad shoulders, a bit of a gut, but the main attraction to this man was a huge red growth on the center of his face. Y/n thought it was fake at first glance, but seeing now his nostrils blended so seamlessly into the growth and the gradient of red to a light tan immediately made her think otherwise. Despite the odd red nose, he wasn’t unattractive, in fact he was the handsomest man Y/n had ever seen in her life. His arms were crossed over his chest, there was thick arm hair over sun kissed skin, biceps bulging against his sleeves.

She opened her mouth to speak, sucking in a raspy breath. It had been forever since she actually spoke, the last few days the only thing coming from her mouth were screams and wails. Only now was she aware of the strain in her voice and the sting in her vocal cords. “Where am I?”

“You’re on my ship.” He answered, “Me and my crew were out looking for some treasure on this island but.. we found you bleeding out on the shoreline.” Y/n was still tense, not knowing if she should be threatened or not. “I was feeling generous, I think you owe me a ‘thank you’.” He was cocky, that’s for sure.

“W-Where are we going?” She didn’t mean to stutter, but the salty sea air wasn’t helping with the soreness in her dry throat, she felt so dehydrated in that moment, a bad taste in her mouth from it. Her disregard of his request for gratitude seemed to offend him, his brows furrowing and his grin turning into a slight scowl, “Are you even listening to me?! I saved your LIFE.” He spat, “I could’ve left you for dead!!” He clenched his fists, letting his hands rest at his sides now. “Do you have any water?” Y/n asked, continuing to disregard his words, and it seemed to make him more agitated. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” The man shouted, his voice was deep but shrill, there was a comedic charm to it though. Y/n didn’t feel threatened by him, if he really was a threat, her wounds wouldn’t have been tended to so precisely, she figured. “I just want some water.” She stated more clearly, “Or anything to drink.”

He grumbled something incomprehensible under his breath as he reached into the inner pocket of his coat and pulled out a flask, which he handed it to her. Upon drinking it, she choked it back and groaned, “What the hell is this?!” It was bitter, warm and unpleasant. It was an unfamiliar taste that she never wanted to have in her mouth again. “It’s liquor. What? You never had booze before?” The man scoffed, grinning and holding back a laugh at her reaction.

It’s not like Y/n never had a drink before, but she much preferred the overly sweetened beverages, the ones the boys would carry in six packs to the lake during the seasonal pardons. Y/n didn’t want to be rude, so she said nothing. “Thanks for saving me. I really appreciate it.” She finally thanked him, the man’s face softened into something serious, his gaze narrowing, “You look like hell, kid.” He muttered, noticing her tense stance, and shaky gaze that she could barely keep locked with his, “Wanna tell me what happened?”

“It’s.. a lot to explain.” Y/n looked down at the ground, crossing her arms tightly, feeling the soreness from her wounds, but it wasn’t unbearable. “Yeah no kidding. We almost thought about chopping your arms off all together.” The man chuckled dryly, before looking away with a grimace on his face, “No offense but damn, I wouldn’t wanna piss off whoever did that to you.”

“I didn’t piss anybody off.” She muttered, “Nobody did. It was nobodies fault we didn’t do anything!” She snapped, earning a confused grimace from the tall man.

Y/n looked back out at the sea, letting the wind blow through her hair. There was a minute of silence until the man decided to speak up again, “So.. uh, just tell me where you live and I’ll take you back home, your injuries should heal in a couple days.” His words struck a feeling of uneasiness in Y/n. She didn’t know if she was safe back home. Despite initially surviving her trap, she had been the only person who successfully escaped the judgement day hall without getting killed by an apprentice, to which she had killed 5 of them.

Besides, there was nothing left for her back home, considering everybody she knew had been killed. Y/n felt a chill run down her spine when the image of the blood vessels popping in her friend’s eyes right before his trap killed him, he didn’t free himself in time. That imagine alone would haunt her forever, it was so gut churning. “I don’t think I can go back.” She mumbled quietly, stuttering as she was unsure, but deep down despite her uncertainty she knew there was no way she could return home and survive. She kept her gaze to the sea below her.

She had already been kicked out of the orphanage after turning 18, she had been living with one of her teachers before apprentices killed her as well, so with no friends and her only living relative being as close to her as a stranger would be, she had nothing. As a survivor of judgement day she would’ve been recruited as an apprentice, Y/n didn’t think she could stomach putting people through the same pain and torture she experienced. On another hand, she could be imprisoned for escaping, her arms, legs and tongue could be carved off before being thrown in a cell, left to rot.

“Well.” The man looked over the railing with her, standing side by side, “I guess there’s always room on my crew for another. You’re already here so why not?”

“So I become a pirate?” Y/n couldn’t help but scoff quietly. The irony of it all, the entire point of judgement days was to make sure orphans wouldn’t grow up to become violent criminals, and immediately after Y/n’s escape she was being offered to become a pirate, a vocation that the dean described to be the worst of any crime. The dean’s hatred for pirates was a common joke around the school, but there was an eeriness to it. There was a rumor a few years back that a student was caught genuinely dreaming of running away and becoming a pirate, and that dream eventually made it around to the dean, so he had carved his tongue out before taking him away to the ward. There were theories about who the student was, but it wasn’t uncommon for people in Getica to go missing, and kids in the orphanage weren’t excluded from that, so whether if it was true or not, nobody would know.

“It’s not so bad. We’re always partying, eating, drinking. Hell, I spent the majority of my life out on sea drunk more than sober.” The man spoke up again. Yeah I can tell. Y/n looked him up and down, and as she thought about it more deeply, she was technically walking with a target on her back now, and if pirates were as cruel and scum as the dean had said, they could serve as good protection if him or any apprentices would find her out. “Ok. I’ll join.” She finally said, looking back up to meet his gaze, green watercolored eyes that she couldn’t help but get lost in, she didn’t think she had seen eyes that pretty before. They were soft in their earthy color, but they held a coldness to them.

Y/n found herself jostled suddenly, he roughly patted her on the back, reminding her of her injuries for a moment before she was pulled close to his body, “Fantastic!!! I’ve been looking for someone to swab the deck!”

The idea of that made her internally recoil, if what he said was accurate and the crew spent the majority of the time drinking, that would mean she would have to clean up the drunken throw up. She ground the back of her teeth. “Let me introduce you to the crew! They’re gonna love you.” He said as he was leading her back down to the lower deck, “Don’t be intimidated but.. you’re the only girl, but we treat each other here like family so you won’t have to worry about any creeps.”

He led her down into a cramped room, looking like a makeshift mess hall, a large crowd of men were eating, stuffing their faces with food. The scent coming from the kitchen was heavenly, the smell of fresh scrambled eggs, crisp bacon; which there was a heap of right in the middle of a table in the far side of the room. It perplexed her that pirates had better food than what was served at the orphanage; day old, sometimes molded bread tossed sloppily on trays. Most days there would only be enough food for 100 kids but that didn’t even make up half of the amount of kids. People would have to fight for food sometimes, leaving others severely injured or worse. There were no such things as ketchup, salt, or honey, Y/n didn’t even know what any of those things were. If you asked her if she knew what a condiment was, she would think you were talking about a book of some sorts.

“Where do you even get all of this food?” Y/n asked as she looked around at the room full of men gleefully stuffing their faces without a care in the world, “Hm? Well.. we make sure to stock up on food every few days, of course.” He replied, as if it was nothing, as if food was easily accessible to them at all times, which apparently it was. She took another look at the crew, they all looked as eccentric as their captain, some dressed in circus outfits, stripes and odd hats, someone rode a unicycle to a table while eating his breakfast. A man in the far corner caught her eye, he looked as if he was wearing fur garments, a fur hat and tunic, but as she continued looking at him she noticed that the fur was coming out of his skin.

The captain took an empty glass and a spoon from a nearby table and tapped them together, causing the room to fall silent, they all stared at the captain at first, but then all of their gazes fell upon her. She immediately felt a wave of anxiety rush over her, in the past having all eyes on her didn’t really bother her too much, but ever since she was called in for Judgement Day, she hated the attention. “Listen up men, this little lady just joined our crew, so let’s give her a big welcome and help her feel right at home!” Y/n wasn’t prepared for the amount of noise that would come after the captain’s introduction of her, she couldn’t help but cover her ears when a roar of cheers, hoots and hollers immediately bombarded her ears. They were an extremely enthusiastic bunch.

She felt a little bit out of place. She was now sat at a table, people were piling so much food on her table she didn’t even know what to do with all of it. They were all speaking to her at once, “You gotta try this!” “This goes really good with that!” “You need more syrup on that,” “No she doesn’t!” A fight started over whether or not maple syrup added or took away flavor from a meal. She didn’t even know what “maple syrup” even was.

The food on her plate looked so good, and the smell was enchanting. It actually looked too good to be food, she had never seen anything like it before. It was mesmerizing, the bread especially looked so golden and warm, glossed over with butter that gave it a shine, the sweet honey smell was intoxicating. Y/n didn’t even know it was bread at first, it looked so ethereal, this couldn’t be real food, right? All she had ever known was grey, bland and moldy. She couldn’t believe it. In Getica, they were taught that food was scarce and they had to save every last bite, that fresh food was impossible to obtain. People would kill each other for molded, rotted food, adults fighting with children for scraps and vice versa, but out on the sea, these pirates were just shoveling good, fresh meals down their throats every second without a care.

“Leave the poor girl alone and let her eat!” The captain came up behind her, his hands holding the back of her chair. In an instant, all of the men backed off, giving her some space. They finally stopped piling food onto her plate so she could further take in what she was seeing. “Eat up! You look like you’re starving, you deserve a good meal.” The man said again, patting her back, more gently this time than before. However, she just sat there, utterly awestruck at how unreal this food looked, “I.. I’m not that hungry.” She stated, though her mouth was watering. “What? Oh come on, don’t act like I can’t hear your stomach growling. Eat up, I insist!”

Y/n picked up a fork, it wasn’t wooden, it looked silver, with an elegant floral pattern at the base of it, it felt lightweight between her fingers. She started off with the bread, going to carve a piece off with the fork and matching knife, she expected it to have a hard exterior, but the knife cut through it like water; it was even more softer on the inside, the butter glazed on top gently dripped down into the center when she cut it. The intoxicating, honey-buttery smell grew stronger. She picked up the piece with her fork and held it to her lips, she could practically feel the butter against her skin from the light steam. It was the most flavorful thing she had ever tasted, it melted in her mouth. Even though it was only a small piece, the taste burst in her mouth and she couldn’t stop eating. She took another piece of bread, and then another.

Y/n ate until she was full, which was a new feeling. She didn’t even touch the other food, mostly because everything was so foreign and unfamiliar to her. “You know you can eat more than the bread, right?” The captain laughed. Y/n looked at him, wiping the excess butter from her lips with a napkin, “Oh, yeah. Sorry.” She mumbled, staring at him for a few more seconds, taking in the way he looked in the lantern lighting, “I never got your name.”

“Buggy. Captain Buggy.” He said. His name really did fit with his appearance, it was cute. Y/n looked back down at her plate and shoved the last piece of bread in her mouth, she didn’t even bother cutting it this time.

It was later in the evening, he had been training her all day for what she would be doing on the ship. She was basically in charge of cleaning everything, which included the mountains of plates left by his crew after every single meal and party. It wasn’t easy work. She felt stupid asking about the simplest of things, it was really all so foreign to her. Sometimes she didn’t even ask questions when she really should have, she felt dumb but she knew she wasn’t, right? What even was disinfectant spray? The sun was beginning to set though, and she would finally get some time to really think about what just happened, and what she had just gotten herself into. Y/n was still a walking target, and they were probably looking for her right now. The dean is probably covering up her escape right now, deleting footage from the Judgement Day feed to make it look like she died, while the apprentices were out behind the scenes in the hopes of making that a reality.

Most of the day didn’t even feel real to her honestly, she just joined a pirate crew and every event of the day was just glazing by her so quickly. Her thoughts were a jumble of mess and this creeping feeling of dread wouldn’t shake off of her back, like it was clinging there refusing to let go. There was a constant nagging feeling in the back of her mind, she wasn’t supposed to do this, she wasn’t supposed to be alive standing here. Y/n should be dead right now.

“Hey, listen Y/n.” Buggy stated, she had told him her name earlier in the day, he told her it was the prettiest name he had ever heard, he wouldn’t stop saying it. “I don’t.. really have a separate cabin for you. The crew has their own place where they all sleep but I would feel irresponsible putting you in there since y’know, a lady needs her privacy.” He scratched behind his neck. There was something so endearing about his voice, it was raspy, sometimes deep with the occasional crack, “For the time being I can set up a hammock in my quarters, just until we can find a space for you.”

Y/n gave him a half smile, scoffing lightheartedly, “You don’t have to give me any special treatment just because I’m a girl.” She could tell he felt genuinely embarrassed telling her all of that, but for some reason, she didn’t mind. Yes, she had met this man merely hours ago, but there was something so trustworthy about him, he was warm, friendly and funny. Buggy was relatively harmless, she then spoke up again, “But, if you really insist.. I wouldn’t mind.” She shrugged, her smile growing, to which she hid by turning her face away to look off to the side of the ship.

“Well I do insist! Trust me I know how my crew can get.. especially after a couple of drinks.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “I have responsibility as captain to make sure my new little recruit is comfortable!” He gave her a small pat on the head, his hand felt larger than she thought, it took up her entire scalp. She could feel the thick fabric of his gloves, white clown gloves that were unusual for a pirate to wear. She could see the dirt that had collected on the white from his years as a pirate, she hoped none of that gunk got into her hair.

Buggy’s room was awful, it was a mess. Y/n couldn’t stop her eyes from widening when she saw the sight. What the fuck happened? There were empty and half empty bottles of liquor scattered all over the floor, clothes tossed into piles, garbage littered everywhere. She couldn’t pinpoint what it smelled like, it wasn’t unbearably unpleasant, but extremely musky. Y/n looked over to a table in the far side of the room, right across from his bed to see an open bag of something, more food probably.

Y/n’s wide eyes didn’t go unnoticed by Buggy, which made him grimace slightly, “Uh. Sorry.” He mumbled, “I really should’ve cleaned this up, uh..” he stepped into his room, “Let me set up the hammoc-” before he finished, he tripped on a wayward bottle, letting out a gargled shriek before falling to the hard wood floor. His large body landed with a loud thud.

He rolled over, covering his face, “OW!! MY NOSE!!” He growled.

Y/n quickly rushed over and looked down at him, “Are you ok?!” She asked, kneeling down and putting a hand on his shoulder. Buggy slowly took his hand away from his face. Yeah, his nose is definitely real.

The man’s face was a bright red, he scrambled to sit up, his back now facing her. He was probably embarrassed again but Y/n couldn’t help but find his little slip kind of adorable, and that little shriek that he let out. He waved his hand before standing, boosting himself with a hand on his knee, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine!” He grumbled, kicking the bottle that tripped him off to the side, to which it clunk against a pile of more empty bottles.

“I’ll help you put the hammock up.” Y/n stood up as well. She fidgeted with her fingers while watching Buggy dig through his rickety old closet. Y/n peeked her head from behind to take a look into it. Half of the clothes weren’t even hanging on the empty hangers, most of them were just crammed into one small pile in the corner of the closet. Lots of jackets, striped shirts, there were a couple of colorful button downs, a bright blue one with bright reddish floral looking patterns caught her eye.

Buggy certainly seemed to love color. She looked back up at him, the red grease paint on his lips had slightly faded which was expected since it was late in the day, but she could see more of his features now that it was smudged away. His stubble was unkempt but attractive, his skin was textured and had creases, probably from his life on the sea. Her eyes trailed, his jacket was off by now so she could see his biceps which flexed with every move he made. Y/n felt heat come to her ears, which made her quickly avert her gaze back to where Buggy was digging into his closet.

Although she noticed something strange, his gloves were gone, better yet his hands were completely missing. She did a double take before quickly grabbing his forearm, “What the hell happened to your hands?!” She exclaimed. Buggy looked down at her for a moment, confused, then a floating pair of gloved hands came flying out from the top shelf of the closet, hovering in the air which made her step back, nearly stumbling over the garbage on the floor.

Buggy was confused for a few more seconds before a look of realization came over his face, “Ohh.. I forgot, you have no idea.” He let out a deep chuckle, his hands casually attaching themselves back at his wrists. “No idea about what?” Y/n snapped, brows furrowed, a bit of an aggressive response, but she was on edge. “About my devil fruit powers.” He snickered, his hands popping off again, one of them floating over to her to pinch her cheek, making her shiver slightly before instinctively pulling away. “I can split apart my body at will, I can’t get cut by any blade, making me practically invincible.” He boasted as he popped his hands back onto his wrists again, rolling his right wrist as it attached with a hand on his bicep.

Y/n was still tense, staring at Buggy as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She was left speechless as thoughts ran through her head. She always thought devil fruits were something made up to scare kids from venturing too far beyond the towns by themselves. She glanced up to meet Buggy’s gaze, he seemed to be amused at how off put she was. Her eyes flickered back to the top closet shelf, seeing the nets of the hammock in the far corner of it. She walked over, slipping past Buggy to grab it.

“Ah- that’s where it was.” The man croaked out, embarrassed that he had managed to miss it when it was literally right in front of his face.

It didn’t take too long for them to set up the hammock, Buggy threw a few spare pillows and blankets on it, “It’s not much, but it’ll do.” He put his hands on his hips. “Thanks.” Y/n mumbled, looking back up at him, but then looking back down at the hammock. She then nearly toppled over when Buggy gave her a firm pat on the back, “It’s no trouble at all, new girl.” He chuckled before patting her head again, this time ruffling her hair with his filthy gloves. She didn’t seemed to mind it this time, her lips pulling into a soft smile.

“So, I can sleep in this thing without falling out?” Y/n looked back up at him. Buggy shrugged, “I mean, you’re not supposed to fall out, it really just depends on how much you move during your sleep.” He put a hand on his chin as he looked away. Y/n’s gaze flickered over to his mattress that could barely even qualify as a bed, a rickety bed post with pillows tossed onto the floor, his blanket hanging for life off the side, “So you get to sleep in a big comfy bed while everyone else gets these?” She joked.

“Hey! Being a captain is hard work which requires good sleep!” The man barked, making her smile grow. Y/n looked back down at the hammock and adjusted the pillows, “I’m gonna get some sleep too.” She smiled up at Buggy.

Buggy nodded, about to turn away before he looked back down at her, “Oh- wait! Before you do that, the doc said you need to replace those bandages before going to bed.” He walked over to his bedside table and opened a drawer, pulling out a roll of gauze.

Y/n looked back down at the bandages which she had completely forgotten about, she saw the dried bloodstains from her wounds which made the hairs on the back of her neck stand. All of a sudden she was reminded of everything, and the fact that she was most likely being hunted down at this current moment. A pit of dread began to consume her, making her clench her teeth. She felt like she was doing something wrong, she really wasn’t supposed to be alive. Her trap was fully meant to kill her in that moment, she wasn’t supposed to escape.

Buggy sat on the edge of his bed and motioned her, the roll of gauze in his left hand, “Just- sit here. I’m not good at this but I’ll try.” He mumbled. Y/n stood there for a moment, looking down at her arms before turning towards Buggy and nodding softly.

She sat beside of him as he carefully unrolled the bandages on her arms. Y/n’s injuries weren’t healed at all yet, just dried. As Buggy slowly unwrapped the gauze from her right arm, her injuries were slowly revealed to her, making her hold her breath. Her heart raced in her chest, as she kept staring at the gashes mangling her arm, it infested her brain and made her feel a small stinging feeling in her wrists, her breath hitched. Buggy noticed this, glancing up at her for a moment before looking back down at her arms, moving to take off the gauze on her left, “It’s best not to look at them. It’s— really bad.” He said quietly, his voice gruff. Y/n looked at him and nodded, keeping her gaze focused on him, the way he was handling her arms so gently, she even noticed that he had taken off his gloves, the way they were folded on the nightstand. She looked back at him.

“Explosives.” She said, “I had.. bombs, stuck into my arms. I had to rip them out before they exploded.” She added, her voice getting quieter. This made Buggy pause, glancing back up at her, he was in the middle of wrapping up her right arm, he was speechless at first, his mouth hung open, “Oh.” Was what left his mouth first, “Well, that explains it.” His Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed, he paused for a few more seconds, their eyes locked. There was a softness to his gaze as he looked at her, he then broke the contact before continuing to wrap her up.

It was quiet, Y/n looked back down once her arms were nearly wrapped up, she looked at his bare hands. His fingers were strong, slightly calloused yet moved meticulously.

“You’re safe now.” Buggy broke the silence, looking up at her as he slowly moved his hands away, finishing her left arm, “You’re gonna be ok.” He put a hand to her face, his palm was soft and warm, a wave of comfort washed over her, the sickening feeling of dread from a while ago seemed to disappear at his touch. Y/n’s gaze softened as it locked with his. She slowly reached up to touch his wrist gently, holding his hand to her face.

He gaze her cheek a gentle pat, putting his hands on his knees before standing, “You should.. get some sleep now.” Buggy said, not looking at her as he walked to take his shirt off. Y/n couldn’t help but stare at his toned back, she had a better few of his biceps from this angle.

She then nodded a few minutes late before standing and walking over to the hammock, giving Buggy’s body a few more glances when he wasn’t looking as she got comfortable under the thick, but comfortable blanket. Y/n was surprised at how soft it was, the fabric wasn’t thin, rough or itchy like the ones back home. It was comforting, like a warm hug.

Y/n sunk deeper into the blanket until her entire body was engulfed, curled up underneath the soft comforter. But she peeked out, watching Buggy as he threw his pillows and blankets back on the bed, adjusting it and straightening his sheets. He looked back at her, noticing how she was looking at him from under the blanket. They locked gazes again for a moment, Y/n caught a glimpse of his thick, fluffy chest hair.

“Goodnight.” He said before turning away, crawling into his bed and laying with his back facing her.

“Night.” She mumbled, fully burrowing into the blankets before shutting her eyes.

[raidenssblog]

Okay so, from what I've scrolled through your blog for, I have gathered you probably write for demon slayer if you don't , please tell me so I can give this request to somebody else

So Reader is a demon yes, but when sanemi opens the box after stabbing it, READER POPS OUT INSTEAD OF NEZUKO. TANJIRO DOSENT KNIW WHO THEY ARE SO READER IS JUST LIKE"You really had to do that huh you grape fu- oh no this isn't my cabinet"

Cabinet demon real/j

Yaya of course I will. Dw I definitely write for demon Slayer, and I'm not gonna lie here I laughed at this request.

Uninvited guest

Pairing: everyone X gn reader???

Genre: fluff

Pronouns: none

Warnings: stabbing, I kinda took the "cabinet demon" fr so for readers demon art, they can like teleport/switch places between them and another person between inclosed spaces (cabinets, boxes ect) idrk

Summary: how the hashiras and other react to reader coming out of the box instead of nezuko?? Idk😭

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Pulling his katana out of the box, sanemi stood back and flicked the door open. Stepping back he looked confused as a different demon stepped out, not only him but everyone looked lost.

Especially tanjiro.

"h-hey! What did you do to my sister!" Tanjiro yelled tring to get up but was held back by Obanai. Looking down you saw stab wounds from the wind hashira infrount of you.

"oi, what was the stabbing for huh? I'm just trying to sleep in my ca-" looking around your finally realised you weren't were you fell asleep.

"oh" you said awkwardly still looking at the people in front of you. "where did you take my sister!?" You glanced down to the red haired boy on the ground. "Well where I last fell asleep" you said shrugging.

"Bring that demon back here now!" the blond yelled holding his katana up to you neck. "Your the one that stabbed me while I was trying to sleep" a smile playing on your lips.

You huffed walking off somewhere in the mansion, only to come back with a sleepy looking nezuko rubbing her eyes.

"she was in my cabinet, wasn't hard to find her. Here and please don't stab the poor girl. Shit hurts" you finished before walking back into the mansion yawning.

"nezuko! Are you ok?!" Tanjiro yelled while straining against Obanai. She nodded in reply before looking at sanemi and scrunching her nose with a huff.

"well do you guys know who that person was?" Mitsuri question with her hand resting on her cheek as always.

"huh well their not very flashy, or cute. But at least they didn't attack Shinazugawa when they revealed themselves!" Tengen spoke loudly.

"I believe we must warn the master there is a demon wondering the mansion than, bring them down" Shinobu spoke softly.

"no need my children, this is y/n. The demon who also lives here"

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This was so rushed I'm so sorry. I have work and stuff to do tomorrow so I threw some random things together. If would want me to redo or fix stuff just ask and I will<333

Thank you for the request - @whenyourunlabeledbutlabeled

[kyluxtrashpit]

Hi, I'm wondering if you'd mind briefly telling what's happened in plague doctor from issue 8 onwards? I have no access to the comics nor can I read Russian but I'm obsessed 😭

Hello! And sure, I absolutely can give you some brief summary! I feel you though, I've been translating the issues myself out of desperation skdsldlss. They're just SO GOOD!

Okay I'm gonna assume you've read to the end of volume 7 and just go from there, and I'll put it all behind a cut for those who don't want spoilers (also this is long cause I'm rambly RIP lmao)

Okay so we leave off 7 with Oleg captured and Sergey finding out. In 8 Sergey essentially has a near mental breakdown, asks if he's still alive, and then is instructed to go to a certain address - alone, no PD suit (cause they still think it's him in the suit). Sergey agrees. He picks up Lera, has her drive because he's so nervous he almost crashed the car twice and got it scraped up, and then he basically infodumps the whole Rag/Bird situation at her. He confirms Bird is gone but that Rag is still there, and it's Rag he fears - he hates being helpless

He drops Lera off in the suit early so she can find a good place to hide and Sergey goes in alone. His only weapons are a powerbank and Oleg's wolf necklace, both of which Vad lets him keep. Altan pulls out a sword to cut Sergey's head off without a word but Sergey pleads for him to at least explain how he figured out Sergey was still alive. Apparently Altan has connections to Holt Manufacturing and thus heard about someone getting a PD suit - who else could it be? Altan raises the sword again but, before he can do any damage, Lera interferes, dropping a hanging platform as a distraction. She strikes at Altan, but it's revealed he's also wearing a combat suit from Holt

Then we go right to 9 where it's mostly fighting. Sergey takes out a few guys before Oleg appears out of the dust clouds, commenting that he wont survive a 6th bullet and telling Sergey not to miss "this time" as he holds the handcuffs above his head. Sergey shoots the chain and they stand back to back. Vad, meanwhile, is not participating in the fight, just sits on a fold-out stool and keeps score basically lmao (I'm not kidding)

Meanwhile, Lera and Altan fight, Lera taking one of his swords, and Altan lectures her about serving someone else's agenda, how she's not the moral one here for following Sergey, stuff like that. Lera basically says she knows Sergey sucks but Altan isn't better here, so she's going to stop him. There's a glorious montage of Sergey just going ham with a knife and we also learn that Oleg's wolf pendant came from his father. Anyway, Sergey and Oleg succeed and take out all the mercenaries but Vad is gone. Oleg is tired and hurt. Cut back to Lera: she disarms Altan and puts the sword to Altan's neck. He comments that she's not kilingl him and she says he needs to go to jail, but he basically scoffs and says he'll be out in a day, he's rich and powerful like Sergey, death is the only option. But before that can go anywhere, Vad appears from behind Lera and throws her off the platform, hitting the stairs a few floors below hard. Vad carries Altan off, Sergey helps Oleg to the car, and then goes back for Lera, who's unconscious and bleeding from her nose

Now we get to volume 10, where we have 3 stories. Sergey's and Oleg's revolve around them talking about their emotions and relationship (no, I'm not exaggerating lmao). We also find out Lera had to go to the hospital and is resting at home now, but more on her later. Sergey cleans Oleg's wounds and redoes his bandages. Oleg confesses he was angry with Sergey about not listening to him, and that Sergey can't decide if Oleg is his 'friend, partner, or subordinate'. Yes, PARTNER. Anyway, they resolve that spat, and talk about the 5 bullets too, and Oleg says that out of all he's done, that's the thing Sergey had the least responsibility in and thus he shouldn't feel guilty. Sergey goes to get more supplies and dinner and thinks to himself that Oleg is wrong, Sergey lost control so it is his fault, and he still loves to kill people. He worries about keeping control of that else it'll destroy their relationship.

At the restaurant, he runs into Vad, but both of them are unarmed, so they just talk. Vad doesn't take Altan seriously as a boss it seems, and Sergey asks why Vad didn't participate. Vad just says he was curious to see how it'd go. Sergey notes Altan could've died but Vad just says he didn't. They part with Vad warning Sergey about that Altan isn't the scariest thing in the city and that Sergey has now attracted the attention of far worse people. Sergey scoffs, ignoring the warning

Then Altan's story opens with his father being assassinated by a mysterious order that is present in Igor Grom, followed by a flashback to Altan first arriving in St Petersburg to enact his plans. The rest is about him in Hong Kong, angry, training with Vad. Yuma, his sister, calls him in to talk. Yuma runs the whole gang and she is absolutely not impressed with how Altan fumbled the Plague Doctor situation. She says that a man who hates his enemy can't think straight. Altan protests, says he never wanted this life, wasn't trained from birth to take over the clan like she was. But he'll get Sergey next time, he swears. She threatens him, points a knife at him, and says that if he can't, she will deal with it, the way she usually does

The last is Lera's where she has a nightmare about a horrible bird creature using her as a puppet and a monstrous Altan killing her family and then her. She wakes up to her worried mother. We see that Lera's ribs were broken and she is just COVERED in bruises. Her family is worried, but Lera insists she fell from an icy railroad crossing. None of them believe her. Kirill asks if Sergey is her boyfriend and is beating her but she scoffs and dismisses that and explains how exhausted she is and how she doesn't have the energy to keep arguing about this. Meanwhile, her mother meets with some friends (also characters from Igor Grom) and confesses her worries. They say they have police connections who can help - the connection turns out to be Dima. He talks to Lera but she sticks with her story, though she does ask if anything really does happen, can she call him, and he says yes and gives her his card. He goes back to her family and tells them to trust her, she'll tell the truth in time. There's another nightmare and this time Lera frees herself. She vows that she doesn't want to be Sergey's puppet anymore. She's the Plague Doctor now and he'll have to admit it

There's then a final scene of someone buying a lot of meat at a corner store and beating the shit out of some assholes there. Like as in with supernatural strength. It's revealed at the end this person is Chrysalis, another Igor Grom character, who is a serious threat. Vad's words about a more serious threat are written again

OKAY and 11 lmao. 11 is a crossover with Major Igor Grom. We get a flashback of Rubenstein talking about how special and weird Sergey is, and how he must treat this entirely new form of mental illness that is Bird. Of course, we know he loses Sergey when he escapes, so he talks about his next 3 patients (Poet, Chrysalis, and the third I can't remember the name of - these are also Igor Grom characters). They had potential but they don't have what he's looking for and they're uncontrollable, killing patients, so he has to "hide them somewhere no one will find them". He also talks about Igor and how he's promising but resisting treatment. Rubenstein is insistent on finding a cure, no matter the cost

Next scene is Sergey having a nightmare about Igor and a mirror, and then we get into some new characters, some cultists taking about a "cleansing" they need to do. We're next introduced to Max and Banu, police officers who've been looking into the Dagbaev case, and they're looking for clues on the 15 bodies serovolk left at the warehouse. It's all very odd for the Dagbaevs to leave bodies behind. Charon, the medical examiner, is also introduced. Max is the prosecuter's son and so he gets the baby treatment by being partnered with Banu, as she's a lot older and more cautious. Max is sick of it, wants to do more exciting things, like the famous Igor does. But, due to the higher ups wanting it to happen, Banu, despite her protests to them, informs Max they've been given the Plague Doctor case and he's thrilled

They investigate for a bit and ultimately decide to call Igor for info. Igor reluctantly agrees to chat. His analysis is that the person on the roof wasn't Sergey and that Igor would've known if it was, but that this whole scheme could either be him or a very convincing copycat - it's his style. Igor confesses that it worries him that this could be Sergey and Igor says he never wants to see him again. He doesn't want to lose anyone else he cares about. He hopes Sergey agrees. Banu and Max leave him alone after that, not involving him in the investigation

Then we get to see Sergey! He's at a museum, looking at a famous Botticelli piece and enjoying it greatly. There's a flashback to him and Oleg talking. Oleg is in bed, still healing, and tells Sergey can't you wait, you need to be careful. Sergey says he just won't be able to wait and he'll be careful, it's a museum, it'll be fine. Oleg reluctantly agrees so Sergey tells him he'll be back by 8 to help change his bandages. Back at the museum, Sergey is approached by a stranger who starts talking about all the people in the museum. Sergey is annoyed, tells him repeatedly to go away. Then some people with guns come in and the stranger explains that they are cultists, who believe everyone there is lost and needs to be "saved" (by being killed) and that the art is a symbol of paganism, which is corrupting them. The stranger is then revealed to be Poet, saying 'so, should we talk now, Sergey?'. Which means he knows who Sergey is

And that's the end! I tried to include the important details but this still only a summary lmao. I highly recommend finding a way to read them when you have the chance, they're SO good omg

[lunaflvms]

Hi Luna. I will share what happened. I was home with my older brother, and my dad came home drunk and started accusing me of stuff i didnt do. and he got mad and took my blankets and pillows away and i was crying in my room. then he came in and hit me over the head, pinched my ear, pulled my hair, and tried to make my nose bleed by shoving his nail in it. i was crying and screaming for my mom but she was just laying in her bed. then i kept crying bc i didnt know how to calm myself down, and he came back and hit me again. so then he closed the door, and i felt really hurt all over, so i just wanted to end it. i tried choking myself with my hands, but it didnt really work:/ so then i tried stabbing myself with a pen but it wasnt sharp enough, it just left a mark on my neck. then i tried pushing down on my face with my pillow. then my sister came in and stopped me. i got called out to the living room, and my dad almost hit me again bc knot was coming down my nose, and out of my mouth. so i had to take a shower. i went to bed. under my sheets again. and it was super cold to. he put the air to like 50 degrees or something so yeah it was freezing. i felt uncomfortable sleeping bc my head hurt every time i rested my head on my mattress. and i kept waking up to being cold. i barely slept last night. i feel weak. and i dont want to be here anymore. my head really hurts like theres a big open wound behind it.

- lover anon.

hello lover anon :(( and oh my 🙁 im so sorry you have to live with rhis but please dont try to hurt urself 🙁 you dont deserve any of this, theres not much i can do 😭 but could u tell another adult about this? i mean ur dad physically hurt you and hes always drunk too 🙁 this isnt healthy for the both of you and does ur dad do this to ur other siblings to? 🙁 but please try and go get help telling anyone that can be trusted like ur school, local police, neighbours, other family members? ik u said u didnt want ur dad to go to jail again because hes been in and out but what hes doing is so wrong 🙁 ik i dont have much of a say in this but im just advising u to try and seek help ☹️ ur so strong and im glad ur sister did stop you, please try and keep going it’ll get better 🙁 ik it will