#I feel like they would act like sibilings

[spinnertop]

Does anyone have any fic recommendations for Kaldur and Delphis acting like siblings? Bonus points if Wyynde is there to either instigate or watch.

[luvingsolace]

Happy bday Will Solace!

@rickriordan WILL SOLACE SOLO SHORT STORY WHEN.

[aphroditelovesu]

Sitting on Iron Throne is kinda difficult, because you get cuts. But imagine how interesting it would be for Modern!Reader just chilling on Iron Throne and there’s not a single cut on them.

Just imagine the reactions.

Aegon The Conqueror: The King must never sit comfortably and always must be strong.😤

Modern!Reader being curious: Hold on! Let me try it!

Modern!Reader sits on Iron Throne and relaxing on it, chilling comfortably with no problems or discomfort: 😎

Yan!platonic!Targaryen Conquerors are worried about their precious Modern!Reader:😨😨😨

Modern!Reader: I feel fine 😏

Yeah, imagine reactions. Especially when others are getting cuts despite how careful they try and there’s a Modern!Reader who absolutely chills and even falls asleep on Iron Throne as if it’s an armchair.

Modern!Reader just sitting on the Iron Throne, feeling like a King/Queen and enjoying it. It's not the most comfortable seat, but it's powerful and makes them feel good. So, why not try it?

Aegon would be a little stunned and very worried. He is naturally protective and would be worried about Modern!Reader cutting themself with the swords. But imagine his surprise when he arrives at the Iron Throne and finds them taking a nap on the Throne. He would find it funny but obviously worried.

Rhaenys would be insistent about the Modern!Reader not staying on the Throne as it could be dangerous. She finds them attractive and believes they suit the vision of a Ruler, but that throne is made of swords! They could get cut or seriously injured. Luckily she is always there to take care of them.

Visenya would not be bothered or act like a protective dragon like her sibilings, she would be slightly worried about the idea that they might get hurt, but she would be less protective. In fact, I can see Visenya encouraging them to try out the Iron Throne, you know, just to see what they'd look like sitting on it.

Rhaenys and Aegon worried about Visenya smiling at the sight of them on the Throne.

While many cut themselves on the Throne, like Maegor, Viserys and Rhaenyra, for example, the Modern!Reader receives no injuries and acts as if it were the most comfortable chair in the world...

[xjulixred45x]

Hello :3 can I request a story or one shot about an evil invincible(prefer sinister makr) try to kidnap reader from the mainstream dimension, bc the reader of their dimensions dead :3 (platonic yandere ofc)

Sorry if this long, I just have this scenario in my head for days and I need someone to write it 😭🙏🙏

Take your time, and your work is amazing 💟💟💟

Hun, the Requests are Closed, but honestly? I can do this just bc My obsesión with Invincible isn't over yet(and will LAST) and honestly i NEED to write something (just the nex time wait until the Requests are Open again thank You very much)

This would be more a Drabble, aaaand i decide to use Mohawk Mark(1- i already have a work of Yandere Sinister Mark with a Sibiling and GOD i wanted to use this idea for so long 😭)

Platonic Yandere Mohawk Mark Grayson/Invincible x Sibiling Reader: You..

Mark had to take a second look as he passed by them.

Being surrounded by chaos, hurt people, buildings burning and falling down, he could only focus on them.

that was reader.

Mark knew that they were not His reader, not only because of the clear physical differences (his reader would have to be bigger, less soft and not even that small) but because he knew that in his universe there was no longer a reader who would wait for him back.

He had taken care of that himself.

It was when he began to question everything, when he accepted that he was part of the Viltrumite empire, that he realized that he could not bring his Sibiling with him. They were too weak for the empire, Nolan said.

Mark didn't want to see how they conquered the only being that made him feel genuinely happy, genuinely understood, he didn't want reader to live to be afraid of him, to hate him.

so he took the only measure that he thought would be the most merciful.

It was easy to put sedatives in Reader's food, they trusted him so easily, even after everything that was happening at that moment, what he had already done, Reader felt safe with him. Mark loved them so much.

which made what he had to do next even more painful.

reader fell asleep in a matter of minutes, leaning on him while they watched something, he doesn't remember what. Mark moved to rest their head where they were, mentally preparing himself for what he was going to do.

And he did.

a quick turn of their head and reader was gone.

quickly, while they slept, without pain. without knowing it was him. it was perfect.

Except it wasn't.

When they were making preparations for a funeral for his sibiling (they were one of the children of the new Viltrumite emperor after all), a quick analysis determined that Reader, like Mark, was just a late bloomer.

reader was about to awaken their powers. of being a complete viltrumite. they were not human, they could have been saved from seeing the horrors of the planet.

and Mark killed them.

and the feeling that remained in him was the only thing he felt since then. pure, agonizing and desperate Guilt.

Mark couldn't bring himself to try to replace the void Reader left like he had done with Eve, he just couldn't even think about it. It felt like tarnishing their memory, taking away the weight of what he had done.

It was as if the image of his sibiling now resonated both to give him comfort and to reproach him for all the horrible acts he committed.

So seeing that face that tormented him again, that face that in a way kept him alive, was creepy, but he needed more.

Mark caught up with them very quickly, as he got closer, he saw the similarities that this reader had with his own. someone young, inexperienced, fearful, weak...

But he was not prepared for what happened when he approached them. God, after so many years without them, with the guilt of what he did to them, Mark just wanted to hug them and ask for their forgiveness, he had the opportunity.

But the closer he got to the reader, the more they retreated, and then he realized that, indeed, one of his greatest insecurities had been fulfilled, even in another universe.

reader was afraid of him.

But I could tell I didn't hate him. His gestures, his blood pressure, the way he spoke to him so as not to have to fight, everything indicated a certain familiarity despite the tension in the atmosphere. This reader was like a blank slate from its original version.

a second chance. He could do things right with this reader, protect him properly, give him the opportunity he deserved within the empire, have his sibiling back...

but it would be very difficult to do that with this good-natured Mark on his heels every time he was around reader. Mark saw RED every time reader showed the closeness he had with said alternative version of him (which to make matters worse, it seemed like they were from the same universe).

Well, if this Mark is so good and heroic, he wouldn't mind handing over his sibiling willingly, right?

Even if not, Mohawk doesn't mind going over him to get to the reader, even if he scares then, even if they hates him, he won't lose sight of them anymore, he won't lose them again.

They're going home together, whether they like it or not.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

Dead Friend Forever - What do we know about Non's brother

From the family pictures I am inclined to believe the brother is the older sibiling.

The younger one wears red in one of the pictures and as @shannankle point out in their colors in DFF post, Non is red.

In the family photo you can see the younger sibiling hiding behind the older one, indicating shiness, much like Non.

The other thing we find out that lends to that is that New doesn't live at home. And his parents send him money. Which makes me think he is in University, which would make him at least 19 three years from the present, which would make him at least 21 in the present timeline.

Other stuff we know (that I don't have screenshot for):

Non despite looking close to his brother in his childhood pictures can't rely on him anymore in the present, we only see Non try to text his boyfriend (❤️ > the red heart aka Phi) and never get a text or try to send a text or call to his brother.

I can guess that would make the brother feel pretty damn guilty.

Non and New's parents fight a lot, there is not a lot of love there, and that is probably why New stopped coming home. Again, guessing.

THAT'S IT!

Obviously everyone is thinking the same thing about the identity of the brother: Tan. Literally the only option within the friend group.

I am conflicted with that theory. Because even though I like it a lot, and there is stuff that does make sense.

Phi feels like the one more in charge, but Tan has more moments where there is an angry expression on his face, when the others talk about Non, and in other places.

Tan is the one that is the most insistant on getting the truth out of the group, getting them to confess, why? I mean why would it matter to get the truth, if he is that angry.

How the fuck did a poor normal uni student manage to fake documents and mess with two schools and the goverment for long enough to finish high school and go to uni again.

Why would a brother wait that long, hanging out with people that could be responsible for your brother dead? Can you even fucking imagine how angry that must have made him.

Why does Phi feel more responsible for Tan's well being if he is younger? Like the inhealer question.

Why does Tan nervous smoke in the wearehouse with the inhealer in hand if he is one of the killers?

Some of the moments where Phi and Tan are talking feel a bit weird if he is the brother.

This one is more doyalist: I know actor ages in thai bl mean less then nothing, but If I am right and the brother is older then did they have to give the part to an actor who is literally only a month older then Barcode??? They are both 19 this is ridiculous. They have actors in the cast that are older then both of them, why would the one who is only a month older play the secret older brother??

Now some of these I have theories for. Like Phi is the one more in charge because New was estranged from his brother, they weren't close, and Phi is a very natural and charismatic leader. It might also be part of the act. To make himself younger.

The fact that he wants to know the truth more might have to do with the dissaperance of Non, if him and the parents were stuck not knowing anything all this time, he might want to get the boys to confess everything just to get the satisfaction.

If Non is dead it might have taken them a bit to actually figure out everything that happened and investigate bit by bit and formulate a plan, that is why it took them 3 years to get revenge.

Tan was nervous because he wasn't sure the plan was going to go well. Phi asks more about his well being even if he is younger, because he is just like that (that is how he was with Non, asking if he was home, if he took the medicine etc.)

But of course the biggest reason for it to be Tan is very simple: If he is not the older brother, then WHO THE FUCK IS HE? He has to be in the plan, he is much to insistant on the wanting the truth, but if he is not the brother then who is he?

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Clow theory time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think the brother is exeternal. Phi has been screaming about the ninth person since the begging I think that was the clue. I think, the brother is the third killer and the ninth person, and I think he is an adult that we have not seen before.

Like say someone who could get a job working for the people that take of the house

So he could learn the way, learn the layout of the forest, learn Uncle Dang habits. So he could know that he takes the scoter up there not the car when he is alone. And he could know where to set up the fucking steel rod that took of his head.

So he could take his time setting up that fucking temple, and learning where the cameras are.

And so he could make sure to be the one to be assign to get up there to get them, so that no one would come to save them, because the killers could not have known that Fluke would cancel the ride, and that seems like a coincidence you would not rely on if you are planning revenge for 3 years!!

[thecarrionwitch]

So for you dark and baneful witches... As one of you, I have a question:

As someone on this field of the craft I'm sure I know my answer and the answers I'll receive but I guess I just need to hear what others think before I fully stick my hand into the situation.

So a 'sibiling' of mine has started living with us again after 6 months of leaving because he had a big freak out and broke a lot of things in my room. The room that I hadn't been able to stay in because of how bad my current disability was at the time.

Up until his blow up he had tried playing in my face, acting like he cared and like he was nice, even going to my hospital room a few times when I was in it.

I made this post before but I broke a handful of my gods and goddesses statues, drew on a hanging thing of mine, threw away some of my tossing bones and called me useless and a liar for the sexual abuse I went through by another 'sibiling'... Called me a liar when before everything he acted like he understood.

I know, realistically the gods and goddesses support this choice if I go with it which I'm sure I will because I hate the energy in the house these days. And it's a familiar energy, the type where you feel like you have to walk on eggshells or you'll get hurt.

To add to his case he's:

Fatphobic (calling me names and stuff knowing good and well my disability was the thing literally at fault for me not being able to work out or anything like that. Also being fatphobic to the brother that I do care about that lives here that is on the spectrum and chubby as well but works as hard as he can. He was fatphobic to him while also taking money from him which made it hard for the good sibling to have any money left over for himself.)

Verbally and mentally abusive (when he's in a really bad mood and we got into an altercation before he left six months ago where the police was called because of all the shouting and he didn't hit me but I definitely feel like he wanted to.)

Manipulative (in many fashions from playing nice to making sure he doesn't split poles with his 22 y/o gf. He's 33... Do I need to explain more?? Considering I'm 21 I find the relationship really weird and considering his baby momma is fat I find it also weird asf that he's fatphobic, especially when he was shaped like a bowling ball in his highschool years and I mean bigger than me or my good brother.

Possibly abusive to animals. (There was a time where my fear was so bad over him that he was scaring my dog with my motorized wheelchair. I was scared to say anything but I didn't like it..) I feel like he's never really liked the dog but that was the punching point.

Rape apologist - in total I have four siblings. The eldest is the one I have an issue with, him and the one younger than him who spent years physically, mentally and sexually abusing me. It took so many years for me to say ANYTHING and when he had his blow up on me he called me a liar even though I've talked about it and I'm covered in sh scars from the mental drainage.

And honestly this is just a small list of what he's done to me RECENTLY. within a year, less than a year.

I made a notes thing for doing some baneful magick to get him out of here and away from this house for good. I know I am but am I justified in doing magick against him? Would you??

I put that last answer there for giggles but yeah. Vote guys. Please and Thank you.

[fallingintheforest]

Feyre & Lucien Relationship feels this AM

lol sorry in advance for unnecessarily long word dump... I had thoughts I had to get out and I'm NOT a succinct writer...

I read through some of my favourite chapters from the ACOTAR series and was reminded again of how much I love Feyre and Lucien's friendship and how important it is for their respective character development. Their relationship, in particular, perfectly captures a realistic brother-sister or sibling dynamic that, IMO, stands apart from the other major relationships in the series.

Of course, there’s the relationship between the Archeron sisters, which is incredibly nuanced (and I will not be getting into here), but beyond that, the only other major sibling-like bond we see in any detail is between the “bat boys.” Now, don’t get me wrong, I like the bat boys (I really do!), but while I believe there was certainly a brotherly bond between Rhys, Az, and Cass when they were younger—when Rhys was more on equal footing with them—the power dynamic shifts dramatically once Rhys becomes High Lord.

Rhys is still their friend, of course, but he’s also their "boss." He does a good job balancing those two roles, but that underlying imbalance of power is always there. This dynamic is similar to what we see between Feyre and the rest of the IC: there’s a certain level of authority and hierarchy, even though their relationships are based on friendship and loyalty.

This same power imbalance is mirrored in the relationship between Tamlin and Lucien. Pre-UtM, their bond felt more like a brotherly connection, much like the one we see between Rhys and the IC. But as High Lords, both Rhys and Tamlin wield power over their “brothers,” even if they don’t always express it outwardly. If they didn’t enforce those boundaries from time to time, they wouldn’t be fulfilling their duties as High Lords. It’s just part of how the ACOTAR world is structured. Sometimes it works in their favour, sometimes it doesn’t (looking at you, Tam), but it’s an unavoidable reality.

What I’ve always appreciated about Feyre and Lucien’s relationship is how real they are with each other. These two don’t pull punches—they call each other out (sometimes harshly), and have disagreements that create distance between them. They have moments of closeness and understanding, but they also argue, hold grudges, and struggle with their differences. Their conversations are raw and unfiltered, and they don’t hesitate to confront each other on their bad behaviour. I think of their dialogue while travelling through Autumn after escaping Spring or the conversation they have in ACOFAS.

This is exactly how siblings act. You fight, you disagree, but at the end of the day, you show up for each other when it counts. Siblings make mistakes with each other because you’re not trying to impress them. You’re not holding back the worst parts of yourself because you’re comfortable being vulnerable with them. Siblings can be contradictory—selfless, yet selfish. It’s a complex give-and-take relationship because you’re on equal ground, and that’s what makes their bond so compelling.

Now that I'm thinking about it, the other sibiling-ish relationship that is a contender is Az and Cass (no Rhys), aside from the Archerons. However, I would say, Azriel and Cassian’s relationship is MUCH more stable, with way less conflicts than Lu and Feyre. I would say that while the relationship between Az and Cass is beautiful and healthy, it is however, more idealized than what we typically see in real sibling relationships, where differences and conflicts are more frequent. Most siblings experience a bit more tension than what we see between Azriel and Cassian (though I cherish their bond all the same!)

(As an aside: Another aspect I love about Feyre and Lucien’s relationship is that there’s no romantic connection or history between them. It’s a purely platonic bond. Unlike Cassian and Mor, who share a romantic past, or Azriel’s unrequited love for Mor.)

I know many readers are upset by how Feyre and Lucien’s friendship seems to have frayed as the series goes on, but I would disagree. While it’s tough to watch them go through a rough patch, I think it continues to reflect that complex sibling relationship—one with ups and downs and disagreements. It reminds me of when my oldest brother got married. There’s an adjustment period, where things feel off, and you have to find your new balance. You can’t go back to how things were, but that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing—it’s just different, and you adjust to the new dynamic.

ANYWAY LOTSA BIG FEELS HERE. Only love and vibes for all the ACOTAR characters!

[l0viez]

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. Genshin Impact Characters as Younger Sibilings!

Ft ; Klee, Diona, Sayu, Chongyun, Thoma, Dori ! ♡

* Im sorry in advance for making this long:')!

💥Klee ! ;

Being klee's older sibling,,, Is quite a adventure!

Whenever Albedo or Alice or maybe both leave you to babysit klee

You would have a "who wants to be a billioner" mindset

"(N/N)! Let's go fish blasting there's plently of fishes out right now!!"

Bascally inside your mind :

A.) Go and agree with Klee

B.) Say No and tell her to do it another time

C.) Play dead

D.) Tell her to play something else that doesn't include any.. bombs!

It depends on your mood tho tbh

like if your mad or upset at something you would accept klee's fish blasting idea no hestation

then jean founds out and you both gets in the confinement room

Whenever klee finds you crying or upset about something she would offer dodoco to you !

you can have dodoco until you feel better , her words not mine

sometimes whenever you both go on a adventure and she gets too tired

you would piggyback carry her back to your house<3!

Tbh you and klee's sibiling relationship is mostly a partner in crime

Whenever klee bombs something you would take the blame for it so she wont get in trouble

and if you "accidently" did something bad for example uhm slap someone (LMAO)

Klee would take the blame for it instead

Jean would be so tired bc of you both /jk

Imagine this ; You protected klee because of a suprise attack from a abyss mage and klee panicked and threw one of her bombs and it hitted you

which leads you both to this situation ;

Barbara giggling because of your antics while patching you up and Jean scholding you both, Klee explaining her best what happened with crocodile tears while hugging you from the side and you just sitting there sweatdropping also trying to explain what happened

" (Y/N) is the very very very very very very very best bro/sissy klee could ever ask for !! they would always always try to keep klee out of trouble and would even talk their way to let us go fish blasting !! Who wouldn't have a sibiling like her!! they would even give me homemade cookies whenever klee behaved well!! Don't worry traveller once we meet again klee will make sure to ask (Y/n) to give me extra cookies for you to try!:DD"

🍧Diona ! ;

Your either diona's favorite person or diona's least favorite person/hj

theres no in between

(She also gives me overprotected little sister vibes but she pretends shes not overprotected and worried about you 24/7)

If you spend more time with her than your drunked "father" (draff) then your her favorite

but if you spend more time with your "father" (draff) trying to help him as much as possible then your... still her favorite but like she would have mixed feelings

because like what if you also become a addict to alcohols?? What if you turn out like draff?? What if you give her some poor excuses as well like draff on why your away?? (thats only if you spend more time with draff)

You and diona favorite thing to do together is collect ingredients and to mess around with them ! (and possibly make the most deadliest drink , but yk it would fail because of diona's special talent )

Diona would most likey to rant or vent out some stuff to you than you do

When you visit the Cat Tail Tavern you get a special discount

the "sibling discount"

I feel like some drunk people would ask diona to help them date you

and diona would look at them like she wants to choke them out

You WOULD and WILL spoil with planotic love and affection because draff failed to do so

You would hug her randomly and she would act like she dont want it

but she secretly likes it bc she never got 100% planotic love from her father so you giving her what she needed the most is very relaxing to know she still have you even if draff is absent most of the time<3

Shes very lucky to have you

but she'd rather have a handshake with diluc than even tell you that

[ a more funny idea too if you and diluc are secretly dating and she found out like she would glare at diluc for even trying to steal you away from her >:((( ]

" Huh whats that? Your asking me about my sibling? What are you trying to collect information me to date them as well!?Tsk.. I'll have you know im not afraid to scratch you! You may be the traveller who so happens to save our nation but I'll be damned if you even try to flirt with her! H-huh? Me ? Overprotecting ?! Ah. Ha! Don't even try to fill your mind with nonsense that is clearly not true!.."

🍃Sayu! ;

Now being sayu's older sibling get ready to sleep 24/7

because whenever you two go out and she falls asleep YOU yes YOU will BECOME her personal pillow and theres no way out

Even if your not like her , not quick to sleep or like her , quick to sleep.

Your still going to be forced to sleep or get tired whenever shes around lmao

You would be at work and before you know it

Yae would be asking for your presence at the shrine

At first that you got called you were worried for sayu because like??? Who wouldnt

then once you got there...

Yae gave you a "important task"

To get your sister while she is SLEEPING

you had the most dumbfounded face cause like ?? why me ??

either way you still went out to find your sister !

When you found her either at the Chinju Forest or somewhere in ritou or Inazuma City hiding from someone or just sleeping

Once you found her you already found her asleep

Well,, that was easy

now you had to decided whether to turn her in to yae or any shrine maiden or carry her to your house so she can peacefully sleep without a problem and just tell the shrine maidens & Yae that you couldnt find her

but the problem is you know how intimidating yae could be if she knows you just kept sayu at your house just for her to sleep

she would probably electrocute you in a bad way☠️..

Now mostly since sayu is asleep you would carry her from left to right just so she can peacefully sleep

for her birthday you always buy her the most SOFTEST, FLUFFIEST, SILKYIEST , COMFYIEST pillow ever

Unlike diona's one with the giving affection and etc, you give sayu items she might need and wants instead‼️ but ofc you still give u siblingly affections from time to time!

you and diona mostly see eachother because you had to do your work to provide money for both of you and to give her gifts

and since because sayu is mostly busy at the shrine as well😭...

But if you have any free time or its your day off at your work and so is sayu

sayu would make to sure to get enough sleep and to stay up so you guys can hangout more without her sleeping again

but ofc that doesnt work well, abit of walks there and abit of goofing around she would start to feel sleepy again

once she tells you that shes feeling tired you will immediately go to the place to view the prettiest sunsets while she lays on your lap!<3

"hmm, I thought you told me you won't fall asleep this time ?"

"*yawns* look you wouldn't get it (n/n)... Im a growing girl after all and.. i still have to grow tall,, taller than yo-zzz"

like whenever you jokingly ask her on why shes always sleepy she would always replies to you that shes a growing girl and still has to grow tall and even fall asleep mid sentence 😭

"They always teases me about my height when their height isn't even that high! (n/n) always gives me the most comfortable pillows... i might as well have the full inazuma collection pillow because of her *yawn* speaking of pillows.. I feel abit sleepy .. If (y/n) ever asks where I am can you tell her I'll be at ritou? but of course don't tell the shrine maidens.."

❄️Chongyun! ;

Are you really siblings with Chongyun

or are you Xingqiu's sibling instead??☠️/hj

You and Xingqiu would always prank chongyun when you both get the chance or when you three are together

As much as you love love your sibling, you also love to annoy him as much as possible or prank him

But ofc you also know your limits whenever to stop or not!

You and hu tao would be secretly best friends

Whenever you and chongyun go home

he would rant out about hu tao's doings whenever he gets too annoyed at her and you would just silently listen

there was that one time where you and xingqiu's harmless prank turned into a non so harmless

You wanted to prank chongyun by putting a candy that looks like pepper

You were going to be in charge of making the soup and xingqiu is incharge with the fake pepper

Xingqiu putted the fake pepper near the counter so he would know where it was easily

and xiangling who happens to just come back after a little ingredients shopping accidently putted the REAL peppers near it

and when xingqiu went to grab the "fake pepper" he grabed the real one and putted it to the soup you were about to serve chongyun

and well,,, lets just say it didn't end well.. like at all☠️

Chongyun has higher trust issues with you both ever since that day..

You are like chongyun's extra ice pops storage holder LMAO like if chongyun runs out of ice pops you would always have extra

You, Shenhe, & Chongyun would train abit every weekends

Sometimes you would just be the one serving the foods for both of them once theyre done just to avoid training😭LMAO

Chongyun loves you dearly but like.. Calm down with the pranks

He has mixed feelings about you bc of it

If he gets prank by you two , before going to sleep he would be looking up at the ceiling all tucked in and be wondering

whos the bad influencer between you both??

but jokes aside chongyun would drop any jobs or works he has if you ever call him even if its not urgent he would be there:) ( and so would you )

He will also be there for you if you ever have any stressful day like he will ask you if you want to go around liyue to take your mind off things!

Even though sometimes your pranks sets his mind filled with bombs that are about to explode because of it

He will always accept you as the older sibling<3

"(Y/n) is my older sibling , even though she's quite the opposite of me.. her determination and bravery are more skilled and polished than mine. She's one of my top 5 idols to be when I grow up. But then (Y/n)'s like .. the other twin of Xingqiu at this point.. Don't get me wrong It's not that Im saying I dont want them as my sibling! Its just that whenever those two are around eachother there's always a prank that will be set, even if it's not me getting pranked someone else will be. They might as well rename the "Victims of Xingqiu" to "Victims of Xingqiu and (Y/n)" at this point..

🧹Thoma! ;

Okay this one is abit of a strech

While his at Inazuma

your at Mondstadt

We all know the story of why he's at inazuma

and if you dont here ; (googled;))

"He originally went to Inazuma to bring his father Dandelion Wine, but after falling overboard, he ended up in Inazuma with no connections and Mora. Despite the dangers he faced at the time, Thoma was able to make the most of his situation and eventually obtained the Kamisato Clan's trust."

During that time where he told you that he will be the wine to your guys father and that he will contact you once he gets there

you insisted that you will do it instead because your the older sibling

but then you both had a small fight on why and whos going😭

He won.. suprisingly because you have a job at the wine industry and because you had more responsibilities at Mondstadt

leaving you with no choice but to agree

you did pack him some food and some spare mora you had on you if he wanted to buy something incase

After like a few day you were getting worried over your little bro

some days you would feel so guilty on letting him go alone and not coming with him

the more days he couldnt contact you the more anxious you got that it even messed up your work a couple of times

"Y/n. you're adding the wrong ingredients.."

"Huh? Oh sorry diluc.. My bad I'll do better next time Im really sorry"

like you almost crash into a wall.. wait no remove the almost YOU DID.

You Crashed into a wall because of WORRY for thoma.☠️

more days and more days past you had enough and even plan to go to inazuma yourself

but then you found out that inazuma is a closed nation and litterally even if you begged the people with cruises or ships to get you there they would refuse

abit more days of waiting and you finally manage to get a letter from thoma! You were so relieved and happy like you cried tears of joy knowing his still alright!

You immediately wrote him a letter back and asking him how he was and how he was doing and more questions

Sometimes he would even send you some inazuma items and you would send him some Mondstadt items! Whether it be clothes, figurines, foods, ingredients you can only find at Mondstadt or Inazuma<3

You both would send letter everyday and some would get delayed due to works or the delievery man/hj

once the inazuma problems got solved you quickly went to inazuma to visit you lil bro isnt that sweet

once you got there, the first thing you did was ask people if they ever know anyone named "thoma" and ofc someone lead you to thoma

Once you saw thoma with 2 other light blue haired people

you didnt even think you quickly went out and hug him

Thoma was like so shock with that suprise pikachu face when he saw you he was wondering who you were then he realized that it was you! His older sibling

hes the type of man who would probalby sob of happiness silently bc of a very long reunion

the blue haired people was wondering who you were and thoma introduced you who you were to them and etc!

Ayato even gave thoma a 1 week vacation so you two would hangout because he would also feel how both siblings who clearly misses eachother for like forever would feel

You and thoma would goof around while he tours you around inazuma

you meet plently of his friends and his pet friends as well!<3

thoma treated you to eat some meal with him in a fancy ass resuturant

when someone tried flirting with you, thoma was already there behind you glaring abit and ready to make that person back away from you

thoma just wants to make your stay at inazuma the most comfortable as it can!

😭Imagine seeing itto though while you both were examing the onikabuto or like thoma is explaining its kind to you and you both just see a big ass hand grab it

"Yo!! Thoma bro!! I see you have someone new with you! Whos that huh?? Your new friend?! Oh oh your sibling perhaps?? Oh wait! Is this a kidnapper?! Thoma bro just tell me if theyre keeping you hostage the one and only numero itto will help you my dude!"

you and thoma would just nervously try to leave the area...

but thoma being a gentlemen he is still answered ittos "questions"

Itto calls you (y/n) homie now. theres option you can say "no please" to this man.

Thoma just had that "i'm sorry." face and pitying you while itto introduce his legendary self to you and even offered for you to join his squad😭

Once you had to return to Mondstadt you gave thoma a special gift so he would remeber of you and you both had your last hug before you depart

the kamisato siblings also came along to say their goodbyes and his other friends and.. as well as the itto gang😭

You both promised to keep sending letters to eachother though so its ight:)!

Once you got to mondstadt you already gotten a letter from thoma if you gotten home safetly

Its really nice to have someone worrying about you huh<3.

"Oh! wait sorry sorry , i didnt mean it as a offensive way I just got suprised that you know (y/n) *chuckles*, why you may ask? well theyre always at work or at their home writing me letters sometimes when i forget to send back the mails would be bombarded with their letters for me haha.. I didn't think you would be friends with them,! don't take it the wrong way it's nice that my sibling is finally opening up because before they would always tell me that "our survival is more better than having friends". — Hey, Traveller can you me a favour? If you ever go back to Mondstadt again can you tell her to not over work their self and to watch over them , because apprently the letters i wrote them don't seem to work.. *sigh*"

He's just worried about you too much as you are worried about him!<3.

💷Dori! ;

You two are knowned as the mora hoggers/jk

you both like to scam people,, but ofc your more experienced

it runs in the family afterall💵💵💵💵💸💸

while dori sells the like rare items and like expensive ones

you sell the mysterious and shady ones

whenever you both get like a "vacation" or a break from all that scamming people

selling items i mean***

your favourite activity with dori is scamming people/jk

(also it be cute if like her glasses came from you<3 like you used to wore it when you were young but then you gave it to her because it dont fit you anymore)

dori would act so independent but be dependent whenever shes with you🙏😭

dori is the type of sibling who would say i love you too sis/bro or i miss you without hestitation like she will be confident on saying it<3!

you both have rare matching accessories:)

dori's favorite activity or hangout activity with you is finding artifacts out in the wild and make a competition out of it

You both would have a secret hideout and count your moras you gotten and whoever has the largest sum of mora wins!

and whoever loses has to pay 1M mora to the winner,,😭

dori has that very layback younger sister vibes , yeah shes abit mischievous at most times but she only learned it from you🙄

Dori would sometimes steal some shady items from you for her to sell whenever your not watching

and your stealing hers too😀"eye for a eye"

your sibling relationship with her is just honestly,, calming to say the least like not much problems and etc

but if any buyers get aggresive and tries to argue or attack dori you would quickly make a fake act and scream

after all violence is not the answer

and yeah that buyer had to go to jail for a few days and have to pay you both 900k mora inorder to shorten their stay at prison😄!!

I feel like you both have a secret mansion that only you two would enter, ONLY YOU TWO.

Dori likes to hold your hand whenever shes feeling unsure of her actions or if shes in deep thought

whenever noone is really buying any of ur guys items you both would play like board games that is supposed to be your items to sell

like imagine this ;

Mostly everyone is going back to their houses because the sun is going down and you and dori are waiting for a Vip customer to arrive

and you both got bored and decided to play around with the vip customer requested item

and the vip customer just sees you both like playing catch with their requested item while his holding his mora LMAO

that vip customer has higher trust issues now thank you both of you

"They really really like getting some of my items and would put it at their side and say it's their item Im suppose to sell to annoy me off whenever there's no customers around *sighs* ! but sometimes though they would give me unique artifacts as a "sorry" when i get too upset at it,, but hey atleast im getting artifacts to sell! (n/n) is that type of sibling who would try and test your patience for their entertainment! And tha— huh??? I act like them sometimes??? Well duh we're siblings of course! heh I wouldn't learn how to sca- I mean sell stuff ! Do I dislike them? Oh archons never! Hey I may look like I dont have the type to love my siblings 100% but I can say "I love you" and "I missed you" no problem to them! How did they teached me how to sell artifacts and how to gain customers? well.. that's a secret now! Your asking too much questions If you want to know more you should pay me about.. 200k mora! heh."

[sparxaf]

HEART OF THE DRAGON

I am unsurprised 😂 Amen gives me dragon energy and I love writing were-creature stories, so I'm having a lot of fun with this. In a realm comprised solely of magic factions, there's always a war going on. In order to fund his current one, the werewolf king has traded his daughter Eva as collateral for a trunkful of gold from the dragon king. Amen, the dragon king's top (and most brutal) hunter, is grounded from a wing injury and forced to act as Eva's bodyguard. Blah blah blah, enemies to interspecies boning.

Once the room emptied, Amen sat and watched Eva breathe, slowly and evenly in her sleep. Furious as he was with her, he hadn’t wanted to do what he'd done. He tried to simply order her to comply with the healer, but she never did as she was told. It was an infuriating and insurmountable flaw. Truly, it was her fault that he’d been forced to use the sleep draught on her. And yet, a strange emotion passed through him, one that took him a moment to identify. Regret. He was unsure how to conquer such a feeling. Everything Amen did was with intention. He knew every move that needed to be made and he made them without hesitation. He didn’t look back. But that was before Eva. Odd how his life felt segmented. Before Evthys. After Evthys. And after Evthys, everything felt… off. Not just because she’d nearly knocked him unconscious with bath implements and had called him names he didn’t think a backwater rogue would use, let alone a werewolf princess, but there was something else. Something about her that made him itch all over. Tightened his skin like a blistering sunburn without oil.  He hated werewolves. He wanted to hate her. And yet. Eva grimaced in her sleep and released a quiet whimper of pain as the poultice drew the poison from her wounds. Agonizing wounds she’d successfully hidden from him for a double fortnight.  Without thought, he leaned forward and brushed the curls off Eva’s face. Stubborn, his dragon said. Beautiful. Strong. Ours. The word was a hiss, sibilant and stretched until it was more like a lick of fire than a sound. Oursssss. He tensed, his body drawing up so tightly his shoulder began to throb. Panic settled into his chest, and he reared away from Eva like she'd been the flame burning him and not the word his dragon had so recklessly spoken. She wasn't theirs. And she never would be.

I know I should have made Eva a witch to make it truer to the source material, but I like writing werewolves, so here we are 😂

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

The Umbrella Academy episode 9:

Ah. So that's why Grace

"They'll hurt you" see I want to say no of course they won't! But uh. This family is so messed up. I don't think Klaus or Five would hurt her. Diego and Luther? Especially Luther? They might, yeah.

!!!! Ben!!!

This fucker

She loves them! It was an accident!

FUCKING GET HIS ASS BABY

It doesn't occur to them that it was vanya, none of it occurs to them. Cause she's the ordinary no powered sibiling, right? WRONG

God he really did fuck up a group of kids and made them a really dysfunctional group of adults

No, the apocalypse is not ended

Hazel is alright

Vanya thinking she killed Allison is paining me

Five is quite insightful

Luther is about to fuck up Vanya and I hate it

He may be acting reserved and gentle rn but he's about to flip and vanya is going to feel betrayed and unloved and the apocalypse is going to happen!

Fucking betrayal hug is brutal. Now she's gonna have hug trust issues!

It was a lot more gentle than I was expecting

She can't hear them. She can't hear that Klaus and Diego are on her side. That they want to let her out. That she's their sister and they want to help her. She's just panicking cause they put her in a cage and are watching her without letting her out

Diego being on Vanya's side is making me emotional because a few days ago he didn't want her at their dad's funeral and now he's advocating for her. And I thought he might hurt her and I'm so emotional to be proven wrong

Im going to fucking cry. Allison coming down, writing that they let her go, that it was HER fault, not Vanya's and her fighting to get past Luther to let her out but she's too weak, still so injured. Fucking hell

THIS SONG CHOICE

AGNES

Klaus trying really hard to play pattycake with Ben is doing heavy lifting on my despair rn

Damn that translates to almost 44 years

Nooooooooo Vanyaaaaaaaa

👀 eyes? Eyes like that why?

[shadow-bringer-ao3]

Edo Tensei and it's Equivalents

7.

Tobirama blinks into awareness in a coffin. Not the strangest thing that’s ever happened to him but considering he was dead a second ago, it’s up there. His body feels heavy and strange, and when he has the chance to step out of the coffin, he realizes it’s responding slower than usual as well. Like he’s been drugged. Or, more accurately, like someone’s stuffed him into a false body using a modified Edo Tensei. It’s a lab, well lit but without even a hint of windows. Underground, he would guess and there’s enough familiar chakra around that he can assume that he’s in Konoha, at least.

There’s a piercing feeling, something adjacent to but not quite pain, and the summoning seals he had used to bring Wei Wuxian to their world so long ago light up brilliant amber. There’s a moment where his mind and body demand he obeys to the sibilant voice behind him before the controlling seal’s hold on him snaps. Tobirama, off balance from whatever surge of power (vitriolic and burning, like Wuxian had been at the end) had just overtaken him, shakes his head, eyesight blurring.

He turns and spies the man that had attempted to control him— to what ends, he can’t imagine. Slim and pale and snake-like, the man is someone Tobirama has only seen when his family had allowed him to check in on the living. Orochimaru. Hiruzen’s student, or at least one of them. Tobirama remembers him as a child, brilliant and distant from the world. A curious little creature. Too curious, maybe, if it led him to Edo Tensei.

“How did you do that?” Orochimaru wonders, genuinely curious. Tobirama flexes the muscles in his arm, still tingling from the unfamiliar power. The tattoos are smeared, fuzzy from exhausting their remaining power in such an explosive manner.

“A gift from a friend,” Tobirama decides on. He doubts it’ll work twice, whatever left over energy stored in the tattoos has likely been used up. Now that he has a better grip on what’s happening, though, it’ll be more difficult for Orochimaru to put another seal on him.

“A gift,” Orochimaru repeats, unconvinced. Tobirama dips his head. This seal, Wuxian’s seal, is not something he’s ever shared before, and he’s certainly not sharing the secret with a man he doesn’t even truly know. Hashirama is the only other person who’s seen the entire seal and even then it had been a fight with himself to share it.

“You brought me here for a reason,” Tobirama say eventually. “What is it?” Orochimaru stares at him a moment longer, unblinking. Tobirama imagines that that’s how he usually gets answers people aren’t keen on giving him; The snake-like eyes, snow-pale skin, and the way he doesn’t seem to be breathing are quite disconcerting but Tobirama grew up in a war and he grew up knowing he was the creepy one— Orochimaru is going to have to try harder than that. Anyway, he’s not nearly as intimidating as Wuxian, cheerful and kind and soft, could be when he tried.

“I am creating and recreating powerful jutsus for the good of the village,” Orochimaru says eventually, not sounding particularly convinced by his own words. That’s the official mission, then, but not Orochimaru’s personal motivation. Curious.

“You want my help,” Tobirama says. Orochimaru’s chakra twists in unhappiness at that but he doesn’t argue, doesn’t say a word. He takes a long moment to just look at Orochimaru, take in the way the man looks and acts, the way his chakra twists and coils. Hiruzen was not good for him, Tobirama realizes. Hiruzen always believed the best in people but unlike Kagami, who had the charisma to earn their best and the experience to understand and accept their worst, Hiruzen had always been a little naive. It was never anything Tobirama managed to talk Hiruzen through; it’s why the boy was his second choice for Hokage, not his first. That blind hope worked for him as a child but it’s clear it didn’t help as a teacher, not when he had a student so undeniably similar to Danzo and even to Tobirama himself. He doesn’t sigh but a part of him wants to. So long has passed and Hiruzen is still blinding himself to the flaws of those he’s close to.

“For every question of mine that you answer truthfully,” Tobirama decides eventually, “I will help you with another jutsu.” It’s a deal that favors Orochimaru but that’s exactly what Tobirama wants.

“…And if I don’t agree?”

“I created Edo Tensei,” Tobirama says dryly, “I know how to end it, whether I’m the one that originally used it or not.” Orochimaru watches him silently, most likely debating whether it’s worth it to take the deal or whether he should try his luck in controlling Tobirama with another of those seals.

“Fine,” Orochimaru capitulates. “Ask your question.” Tobirama smiles.

“Orochimaru, what’s your favorite food?”

It keeps going. At first, Orochimaru won’t answer another question until they finish the jutsu he’s owed and Tobirama keeps the questions themselves simple. Favorite food (onsen tamago), favorite color (purple), favorite animal (snake). Orochimaru’s natural wariness starts lessening with the easy questions and soon he’s letting Tobirama stockpile questions, keeping close track of how many jutsus (taught or created) he’s owed.

He runs out of really simple questions and starts letting them progress along. Not too quickly or Orochimaru would close up but he starts complicating them slowly, carefully, adjusting them based on his new student’s mood. And Orochimaru is his student now, whether he knows it or not. The first question to truly give Orochimaru pause is ‘what are your teammates like?’ For a long moment, Tobirama thinks he won’t answer, that he’s hit a barrier. Orochimaru is unwilling to trade information on his teammates for the chance at more power. But no—

“Tsunade-hime is the Shodai Hokage’s granddaughter and the last officially recognized Senju,” Orochimaru says, confident in his choice to answer. “She’s a decent shinobi but her loyalty to her Medic Code is a weakness; if freed from it, she would be a force to be reckoned with. Jiraiya is much the same. His skill comes from his powerful ninjutsu and his spy network but he’s still too weak, too kind. And his obsession with pornography is— beneath him.” There’s real annoyance in that last bit, and being able to discern all the little emotions in Orochimaru’s voice and chakra has been hard won, recently. Tobirama smiles and starts describing to Orochimaru the basics of San’nokku.

Tobirama lets the subject lie for a while, slipping back into easier questions. He learns that Orochimaru prefers a good book to most anything, that the intricacies of politics intrigue him, that the only time Hiruzen has truly denied him something was when he asked to be an official Medic nin because he wouldn’t accept the Code. He learns other things as well, not just about Orochimaru, but about the world. Konoha has grown since he was Hokage and changed in other ways beside. It’s… nostalgic, a little, and he feels some combination of sadness for missing it and happiness for it’s success.

The next time Orochimaru has trouble answering Tobirama’s question is the first time the younger shinobi has flat out lied to him.

“Do you like your teammates?” Tobirama asks, expecting a quick and easy answer. Orochimaru’s chakra is forced into unnatural stillness, golden eyes turning to Tobirama, unblinking.

“I hate them,” Orochimaru says, lies, and it sounds like I love them. He doesn’t add a tally to the jutsus Tobirama owes him. Neither of them mention the lie and their careful balance continues on.

They’re the Kagami to his Danzo, he decides. His moral code, the only reason he hasn’t slipped from Konoha to chase his own goals. And they’re gone from Konoha, Tobirama is aware of that much. Jiraiya is the main force of Konoha’s spy network, bringing in information otherwise unobtainable, but Orochimaru never gave a reason for Tsunade. With how skilled at healing Tsunade has apparently gotten, Tobirama doubts Hiruzen would send her off on an extended mission so he has the feeling whatever is keeping her from the village is personal.

“Why don’t you go find them?” He asks at one point. Orochimaru blinks, turning his attention from the jutsu he was perfecting his control over.

“What?” He asks, apparently genuinely confused. Not surprising, he has tunnel vision. Much like Tobirama himself does, when working on a project.

“Your teammates,” Tobirama clarifies. “Why don’t you go find them?” Orochimaru’s eyes flick away. He wonders if the man is going to lie again— or give an excuse that’s not technically a lie.

“They wouldn’t want to see me,” Orochimaru says, his truth. Tobirama watches him, watches him keep his hands busy, and sees a tiny, fluffy haired boy twisting a kunai in his hands and watching the edge of the blade with a raptness that’s clearly born out of anxiety. It’s odd, how a man Tobirama had so closely compared to Danzo could so easily remind him of Kagami, traumatized and orphaned and never sure of his place in the Uchiha clan. Even when Madara had been a strong figure in the clan and a near father figure for Kagami, the child had thought that he never truly belonged with the Uchiha— that they didn’t want him, really.

Tobirama had never been able to break Kagami from that line of thought, not before Madara abandoned them and certainly not after, but Uchihas feel emotion differently than most, so incredibly strongly, and maybe there’s still a chance for him to set Orochimaru on the road to healing. All he knows for now is that he can’t leave, not with Orochimaru’s tentative trust cupped so delicately in his hands, and definitely not without Jiraiya or Tsunade, preferably both, around.

He keeps going with the current deal for lack of anything else. At last, an idea comes to him, quiet and soft.

“Could you get me some himono?” Tobirama asks Orochimaru. “I miss the taste of fish.”

“You miss the taste of fish,” Orochimaru repeats, puzzled. Tobirama nods.

“I like fish of all kind,” Tobirama explains easily. “Fish is my favorite food, though I prefer salmon if I had to choose.” He shrugs. “I’m simply craving himono at the moment.” Orochimaru eyes him like he’s lost his mind.

“We don’t even know if you have proper taste buds,” Orochimaru says as if he thinks Tobirama has suddenly transformed into an idiot. He doesn’t take it to heart.

“Then it’s the perfect time to test it,” Tobirama urges. He won’t push Orochimaru any more after this, he’s already done what he set out to do, but part of him really does crave himono. While he can eat whatever he wanted in the Pure Lands, it’s been a while since he was revived with Edo Tensei and he’s not eaten (or drank) since then. Plus, Pure Lands food had always tasted almost too perfect. There had been little variation. But he needn’t have worried because the idea of an experiment, even one as harmless as this, brings Orochimaru alive with scientific curiosity.

“Salmon himono,” he murmurs, half to himself, and turns distractedly back to what he was working on. Tobirama notices that Orochimaru makes no move to add that particular question to the tally of owed jutsus.

The himono is delicious, when he gets it, and he keeps giving Orochimaru bits and pieces of himself in the meantime. He has no doubt that Orochimaru has caught on to what he’s doing by now. He, by his own admission, has spent time with T&I and while Tobirama has technically gone about it a little backwards, it’s not any less effective at building trust. Tobirama, of course, isn’t intending to use it against Orochimaru as it would have been in a T&I setting but that doesn’t stop his youngest student from pinning him with a calculating look one day and saying, dryly, “I know what you’re doing.” Tobirama smiles.

“You’re letting me,” he points out. Orochimaru frowns at him and turns away but doesn’t deny it. Tobirama can’t give the other shinobi the therapy he so clearly needs, therapy wasn’t something terrible worried about when war was such a complete constant and he doubts the attitude towards it has changers overly much, but he can at least be a friend. Even he has to fight his way into that position. With all his students, really; the village wasn’t at the point yet that six children trained to kill and to lead from six separate clans could live peaceably with each other. Torifu and Kagami were the most receptive to the idea of a team with outside but even they were wary and distrusting in the beginning.

Their balance continues. And it’s working in the way that Tobirama wanted it to— Orochimaru is fixating less and less on learning, on creating, and more on living but…

Tobirama’s not alive. Not anymore. He can’t be Orochimaru’s only support. Edo Tensei was never a jutsu meant to last. The dead should stay dead. Tobirama knows this better, now, than anyone else. Being here in the living world is getting harder and harder. It’s slow, gradual, and Orochimaru hasn’t noticed it yet, but Tobirama’s chakra is responding slower. It’s making his senses just a little dimmer, his body just a little harder to control. He’s on a time limit.

When Orochimaru next leaves him to his own devices, he decides to make a move. For the first time since Tobirama died, two snow leopard summons step into this dimension. Isami and Ayame are different than he remembers. Age has started to leave it’s mark on them, even if they still clearly have the restrained power and easy agility that younger cats take for granted.

“It’s been a long time,” Tobirama says to them, sliding his hands over their cheeks and through their thick fur, “but I have one last thing to ask of you, old friends.”

Tsunade stops, every muscle in her body going tense. Shizune freezes beside her, immediately scanning the forest on the edge of the road. If it’s someone after her for a debt, they’re good. Tsunade’s not even entirely sure what alerted her to the presence in the first place. Between one second and the next she had simply known: they’re being hunted. Likely, their hunter has been following them for a while and just made a mistake or, more likely, they had let her sense them.

Tsunade stays on edge as the seconds tick by, most of her attention on making sure Shizune stays safe and secure. Tsunade doesn’t want to fight but she wants Shizune to have to fight even less so she’s willing to, if she has to.

There’s a flash of white accompanied by a rustle and then a snow leopard steps out onto the path ahead of them, footsteps silent and blue eyes piercing. The snow leopard is big but not as big as she knows they can get. She recognizes Isami, even if the last time she saw him she was just a child, curled into her great-uncle’s side as he told her about his work, the snow leopards spread around them. Isami had always been her favorite, so close to her uncle in temperament.

Isami watches them, eyes slipping to the side to take in Shizune, defensive and wary but not willing to make a move until Tsunade does. Then he turns, glancing back at them only to nod his head in Konoha’s direction. Isami disappears into the forest and Tsunade takes a step in his direction, unthinking, before she stops again.

“Tsunade-sama?” Shizune questions. Tsunade looks at the girl who would have been her niece and thinks. Shizune has never really supported Tsunade’s decision to leave the Leaf. It had been her home, both of their homes, for their entire lives. It’s still Shizune’s home. (If she lets herself be truthful, it’s still her home too, even after everything.)

And— someone summoned Isami. Someone sent Isami to her. Even now, there’s only one choice she could ever make.

“We’re going home,” Tsunade tells Shizune.

Tobirama opens his fist, watching the movement lag jaggedly. There’s no hiding it anymore. If Orochimaru hasn’t picked up on it already, he will soon. He sighs and glances at the tally. Eleven jutsus still owed. He has notes, has written down seven he had yet to teach Orochimaru and three that he had been working on before being the Hokage on top of being a sensei consumed all his free time.

One left.

The door to the lab opens and Orochimaru steps in, oddly hesitant. He’s been expecting this ever since he felt the soft peat of Tsunade’s chakra, accompanied by a crackling blaze of unfamiliar chakra he assumes is Jiraiya and a smaller blip of water chakra that must be the girl traveling with Tsunade that Isami told him about.

“You’re leaving,” Orochimaru says, voice oddly blank. Tobirama nods.

“Edo Tensei only lasts so long. And I miss my family.” Kawarama and Itama the most, if he’s being honest— he has spent his afterlife thus far relearning his little brothers and he regrets missing this much of their un-lives, even if he knows the Pure Lands are a fairly static (and safe) place.

“You still owe me jutsus,” Orochimaru denies. Tobirama gestures to the scrolls he stacked neatly on the place that has become his workshop.

“Ten jutsu, finished and unfinished.” He releases an eleventh scroll, thinner than the rest and decorated in blue and silver, from a tattoo on his arm. “And… a gift.” Orochimaru stares at the scroll before his eyes flick up to Tobirama, wide and overwhelmed.

“That’s a summoning scroll,” he says.

“It is,” Tobirama agrees. “You can’t sign your name, not when you already have a pact with the snakes, but they’ll come if you need them and…” he hesitates, sliding his fingertips along the edge of the scroll. “I have no use for summons in the Pure Lands. I can’t bring them there. I would entrust choosing the next summoner to you, if you would accept.” Orochimaru doesn’t move for a long moment and Tobirama knows the man well enough by now to recognize the fear and uncertainty that twists through his chakra but it’s still a relief when Orochimaru accepts the scroll almost reverently. Tobirama smiles and cups Orochimaru’s cheek, tearing the man’s attention away from the scroll and to him.

“Live well, Orochimaru,” Tobirama tells him. “And know that if nothing else, I am proud of you.”

“Thank you, sensei.”

The second time Tobirama is summoned with Edo Tensei is much less pleasant. Orochimaru is the one to summon him again, among a selection of other people. Hashirama, Kagami, Minato, Hiruzen. Little Itachi and Kisame. Others he never learned the names of, even in the Pure Lands. It’s not for research, which Tobirama could understand, but for something far, far worse.

Over a hundred years ago, now, Tobirama fought in his last war, a last attempt to make the world safer and better for those that came after. Now he’s fighting again, fighting another damn war, armies of people he’s never met, a conglomeration of all the Hidden Villages, all against a handful of people. People controlled by Edo Tensei, a few living people.

Madara and Izuna, fighting side-by-side once again. Another Uchiha, as intangible as a ghost and powerful enough to hold his own against the strongest they have to throw at him. The Akatsuki members that Orochimaru couldn’t get to in time. An army of weak but plentiful soldiers, white and inhuman.

Tobirama does what he can, following in the wake of Izuna’s destruction as he makes loops around Madara. Madara, at least, is context to fight the other reanimated Kages, practically dancing around them as they get used to their new bodies. Izuna is much less willing to play around, sending battalions scattering with powerful attacks so that the Zetsus have a chance to change the tide of the fights before vanishing again, a shadow of death flitting across the battlefield. Tobirama follows doggedly, spending precious seconds putting out out-of-control fights and stopping landslides, drowning Zetsus when the Shinobi Alliance battalion is really struggling.

And finally, finally, Tobirama catches up, back where Madara toys with Hashirama and Minato and Kagami. Hiruzen is gone, released from Edo Tensei or off to help with an issue elsewhere. More people have congregated here, in this lull in fighting. Tobirama recognizes the boy with golden-red hair from the beginning of this battle, and his two teammates. There’s a silver-haired Hatake, as well, and the third Uchiha working with Madara and Izuna, standing close between the two sides.

And then—

Golden-white light and living wisps of shadow, an explosion of harsh wind and sound.

Tobirama blinks spots from his vision, ears ringing. His side seems similarly out of sorts, shaking their heads and pressing hands to eyes, to ears. Tobirama’s eyes sweep back over to the Uchiha brothers and freezes, breath catching. There, standing just to the side of the Hatake and Uchiha pair, is a group of people in odd clothes with odd swords and odd not-chakra signatures, led by a man with fluffy dark hair and friendly dark eyes. Tobirama looks at Wuxian, taking in the familiar energy signature and the sharp, mischievous grin with disbelief.

Wuxian had been dead, Tobirama knows that, and he also knows that this man’s features aren’t quite the same as Wuxian’s but the signature is the same, just shades different from what the bijuu feel like. And Wuxian isn’t alone. There’s four teens just about the Uzumaki’s age clustered together, taking in the battlefield with wide eyes and insistent whispers.

Behind them is a clearly reanimated man, whatever jutsu or seal or talisman holding him together looking like some sort of Edo Tensei offshoot. There’s a resigned man in purple who looks like he’s seconds away from snapping standing with a wide-eyed man in green who looks innocent and child-like but sets off all of Tobirama’s instincts. There’s a man in white as well, expression more flat and emotionless than the Uzumaki’s Uchiha teammate could ever hope to be.

“Tobi-er!” Wuxian cries, his face lighting up. Everyone near them turns to Tobirama with varying levels of surprise and Tobirama wonders if he wants to test the tentative ceasefire by strangling his oldest friend. “And Naru-er!” He adds brightly. Naruto beams and waves enthusiastically.

“Hi, Niichan!” The Uzumaki calls back. On the other side of the new group, Izuna makes an unflattering noise.

“You!” He shrieks. Madara, barely visible behind the group due to his short stature, appears to be muttering to himself about Tobirama’s nickname. How wonderful. Wuxian whirls around to face the Uchiha brothers.

“Angry ghost child!” He gasps, pointing at Izuna aggressively. One of the two teenagers that are dressed in white robes that match the stoic man’s robes yanks Wuxian’s arm down, snapping something at the man in that odd language of theirs. Unfortunately, it’s been far too long since Tobirama’s had a chance or reason to so much as think about the language and all he seems to be able to recall is ‘Xinlà de’. Spicy. The other teenager that’s wearing white robes gives them all apologetic looks and says something that’s probably an apology.

“Were you guys fighting?” Wuxian asks. Then he adds, confused, “also aren’t most of you dead?”

“Isn’t that man dead as well?” Tobirama asks dryly, gesturing to the man at the back of the group. Wuxian glances at the man when he says something.

“Oh,” Wuxian says, “that’s right,” and he pulls out a stack of talisman from… his sleeve? He proceeds to smack one onto each of his companions. The one in purple becomes visibly murderous.

“Now you should all be able to understand each other!” Wuxian says cheerfully.

“Wei Ying,” the one in purple growls threateningly.

“Okay, okay,” Wuxian complains, as if the man gave him a comprehensive lecture instead of a two word threat. “Everyone, this is the world that I sometimes disappeared off to when I was a kid and is also where I was trapped as a spirit. That guy is Tobi-er, that’s Naru-er, that’s Izuna, that’s his brother Madara, I’m pretty sure that one’s named Hashirama, and that one’s Kagami.” He pauses. “I think that’s all the names I know. Anyway these are Lan Yuan, Lan Jingyi, Jin Ling, Ouyang Zizhen, Wen Ning, Jiang Wanyin, Nie Huaisang, and my husband, Lan Wangji!”

“Hello,” Yuan greets politely with an odd bow. Disconcertingly, the boy’s mouth doesn’t match up with the word he apparently said. Probably an effect of the talisman.

“Hiya!” Uzumaki chirps. “I’m Naruto and these are Sakura and Sasuke! And the old man over there is Kakashi-sensei and the other guy is Obito!”

“Your names are weird,” Jingyi says bluntly.

“Like you’re one to talk!” Naruto protests at the same time Yuan scolds, “A-Yi! Be nice!” The younger people devolve into petty squabbling, Yuan and Zizhen futilely trying to play peacemakers while Wuxian laughs gleefully and more and more people get roped into the growing argument. There’s a crackle of purple light that snaps angrily around Wanyin. It shuts everyone up pretty quickly when paired with his downright bloodthirsty expression.

“Someone tell me what’s happening right now.” Wanyin demands angrily, still sparking. When Wuxian goes to say something, he snaps, “not you!”

“Oh, we’re in the middle of a war because those guys over there think that the world’s so sucky that it would be better if everyone was trapped in a giant illusion where everything was perfect even if that means that you could never have friends or be in love or anything because everyone would technically be you cause it’s all in your head,” Naruto says cheerfully. Everyone goes silent, staring at him.

“…the kid’s got a point,” Madara mutters.

“This was your idea!” Izuna shrieks.

“You wanted to kill everyone!” Madara shouts back.

“Not everyone,” Izuna defends, “mostly just the Senju.”

“You guys do realize that there’s only, like, one officially recognized Senju, right?” Wuxian asks. Izuna and Madara’s attention snap to him.

“…What.” Izuna says blankly. Tobirama heaves a sigh.

“At this point, we might as well just talk this out like the adults we say we are,” he says. Hashirama, who has looked lost up until this point, immediately lights up.

“Oh! I can make a building!” And then he proceeds to do exactly that.

“Whoa,” Zizhen says. “How’d you do that?”

“I have Mokuton,” Hashirama tells him. Ling scrunches up his nose.

“Wood Release?” He repeats, confused.

“…A lot to talk about,” Tobirama says on a sigh, mostly to himself.

It does not get any less chaotic once the entire group is wrangled around a table. The juniors, as Wuxian calls them, keep getting into arguments with the youngest generation of Team 7 (or at least Ling and Jingyi do). Kakashi and Obito appear to be trying to share a skin, much to happiness of Minato, all of which is something Tobirama wouldn’t want to touch with a thousand foot pole. Hashirama has apparently found a kindred spirit in Huaisang even though the man still raises Tobirama’s hackles. Wanyin has apparently decided that all of them are beneath him but has lowered himself to complaining about elder brothers with Izuna— Wanyin is Wuxian’s adopted younger brother, it turns out, although he doesn’t seem particularly at ease with that information. Wuxian is egging on the young ones and bugging Kakashi and Obito and butting into Wanyin and Izuna’s complains; really just making a general nuisance of himself.

The only ones not adding to the chaos are Wangji, who hasn’t said a word or emoted since he got here, Sasuke, who appears to be attempting to out-stoic Wangji, Wen Ning, who shrinks in on himself anxiously anytime anyone remembers the fact that he exists, and Tobirama himself, who really just wants to be released back to the afterlife and his baby brothers. And maybe to drink an entire store worth of sake before that. Either way, he would be free of this nonsense.

“So, Ghost Boy,” Tobirama hears Wuxian say, “what are you gonna do now that the clan you were after is gone?” Izuna tosses his hands in the air.

“I don’t know! I never liked Konoha, get rid of that?”

“Why?” Wuxian asks, as the conversations around them start quieting down, everyone tuning into the conversation to see what’s said.

“Because it was never in our favor!” Snarls Izuna. “Because we forfeited our freedom at a disadvantage and we stayed disadvantaged! Because when doling out jobs, the Senju were the leaders and protectors and we were the enforcers, as if there will ever be a time were something like a police force is looked kindly upon!” And something in Izuna breaks, then, gets quiet and sad but still fierce. “Because I had to live with the people that killed my brothers, watch them smile and laugh, and know that they’ll never see justice for what they did.” As much as Tobirama wants to have the perfect answer for this, he knows that nothing he says will make the situation better. He has never been the most sociable of people and any explanation he tries to give for putting the Uchiha in charge of the police force (something that was never, never meant to mean only Uchiha, always Uchiha) will only incense Izuna. Plus, he understands well Izuna’s last point— if he hadn’t hunted down Kawarama and Itama’s killers himself, if he had to live beside them, day in and day out and know…

He’s not entirely sure he would have done anything different.

“Izuna…” Madara says quietly, pained, in the silence his brother left.

There’s another pause, everyone unsure of what to say, before Yuan speaks up, “My entire family was killed when I was four.” Wuxian doesn’t flinch but he does look away from the teenager and Tobirama sees the sadness and guilt that darkens his eyes. “My sect was in a war against nearly everyone. They lost, eventually, and if was just me and my family leftover. Farmers, creators, a child, a medic. The only ones that knew how to fight were Wen Ning and his sister and Senior Wei, when he joined us.” There was a pause as Yuan thought of what to say next.

“My sect killed Sect Leader Jiang’s family.” Wanyin tenses, purple lightning crackling over his knuckles. “They killed Jingyi’s parents.” Jingyi’s eyes turn downwards, his jaw clenching. “They killed Zizhen’s cousins.” Zizhen glances away, blinking away tears. “They killed a-die’s father and the people he was meant to look after.” Wangji blinks and Tobirama catches just the slightest flutter, the most emotion he’s seen since the man’s appeared. “My sect committed atrocities in the name of war because a- a warmongering old man told them to. And when the war was over, people were still hurt because their families were still dead. But my family, the last of the Wens, they were alive and they were Wens.” Minato takes in a sharp breath. Kagami looks sick, far too aware of the horrors of the war to be surprised but still too kindhearted to accept it.

“They took my family from me because my family looked like the people that took their families from them. I could hate them for it. I could kill Jin Ling because his grandfather convinced everyone that my family was evil just because they were Wens or because his uncle caused Senior Wei’s death. I won’t though. I won’t fall so far as to do to them what they did, afraid and angry, to me.” Yuan hesitates, glancing at the other teenagers, and finished with, “and if I had killed them, I’d have never known what it would be to love them.” That pulls Izuna up short, and his eyes flick between the four teenagers. His mouth twists, eyes flicking down, and Tobirama realizes the other must be thinking of someone. Maybe someone he could’ve loved, given a true chance to know them.

Across the table, Tobirama meets Madara’s gaze, and he wonders.

“A truce,” Madara offers. “For now, at least.” Izuna does nothing to deny it, no longer paying any sort of attention. Hashirama smiles and it’s a little more worn now, a little more wary, but it’s still oh-so-hopeful.

“A truce,” he agrees. “You’ll tell whoever’s using Edo Tensei on your side, then? And the Zetsu?”

“No need,” says an insidious voice says darkly.

…

Silver and blue slashes brilliantly through the air, a blade singing with bright power. By the time Tobirama has turned to the intruder, he has been run through, a white sword stuck through his chest, it’s glinting blade stained golden with the creature’s blood. It’s something like a Zetsu but blacker than night with flat, empty eyes. The creature explodes, disintegrates into quickly scattering power. And there’s cords of music, music that speaks to the part of Tobirama still in the Pure Lands, thrumming through his soul and the fingertips of this false body. It’s warm and safe and Tobirama can’t help but lean into the feeling as the music cuts through the waves of power, splitting it around the table like they’re an island in a raging river.

As quickly as it had begun, it’s over.

The creature, the black Zetsu, is gone, vanished from this plane of existence. The music has stopped though the soothing warmth still suffuses the air. The sword, untouched except for the droplets of gold blood lingering on it’s blade, hovers in the same spot, unaffected by the laws of nature. Tobirama’s eyes slide over to Wangji, now standing, and the guqin resting in the air before him, similarly unaffected by the idea that there’s nothing to hold it in the air in the first place. In a flash, the sword as returns to the soft blue sheathe at Wangji’s side and the guqin has vanishes as though it never existed in the first place.

“You killed him,” Madara says, dumbfounded. Izuna looks speechlessly surprised at his side, staring at the spot that the black Zetsu once resided in.

“No,” Wangji denies and does not elaborate. Tobirama turns expectant attention on Wuxian, whom pulls through.

“Spiritual swords are made to be used against nonhuman entities like vengeful spirits, fierce corpses, and the occasional god. The spiritual energy they’re practically bathed in allows the soul, if the enemy has a soul, release from the negative emotions that bind them to this plane. Basically, Lan Zhan, Wangji, set that thing to rest,” Wuxian explains. “It was more difficult to discern what it was than it usually is back home because of the differences between energy and chakra but Lan Zhan is amazing as always and recognized it as a minor god, probably given form by people’s belief, and dealt with it before it could make trouble.”

“How did you know it wasn’t friendly?” Tobirama asks curiously.

“It, uh… felt bad?” Wuxian says hesitantly. “It was made of resentful energy, actual resentful energy so this world has the ability for it, it’s just not common, and things that subsist off of resentful energy are rarely friendly. It taints them, twists all their emotions up until only the negative emotions are there. Wen Ning is one of the few resentful beings still in nearly full control of himself and that was mostly because I… well, I’m not entirely sure what I did, to be honest.”

“Interesting,” Tobirama muses. “So—”

“Not to interrupt,” Madara says loudly, “but do you think that could have affected other people’s emotions? The, what did you say? Resentful energy?” Wuxian tilts his head.

“It’s possible,” he allows after a moment. “Since it was some sort of minor deity, it might have had the ability to affect humans. The only other time I’ve had direct contact with a minor deity, it gained it’s power by fulfilling people’s wishes and then eating their souls as payment, which is a different power set completely, but there’s more variation in the abilities of deities than in most other things. If it came to life with the purpose of manipulation or something similar…” Wuxian trails off, lips moving indecipherably as he murmurs to himself in his own language.

“Shouldn’t we be helping contain the other Zetsus now?” Minato points out. Madara and Izuna frown, sharing a glance.

“We might be able to convince Kabuto to call off the Edo Tensei,” Izuna says, “but Zetsu is unlikely to stop, especially now that his other half has been… lain to rest…”

“Then we better get moving,” Kagami says firmly.

Kagami, as the only Uchiha Hokage and practically the only one of the group that Izuna can stand, goes with Madara and Izuna to inform Kabuto of the change in plans and deal with the fall out of that as necessary. The rest of them split off into groups to help with the Zetsu. All of the cultivators’ (as they call themselves) techniques work astoundingly well against the Zetsu so they’re spread out, a group of cultivators for each Hokage (or Hokage-adjacent shinobi) so that they could protect the cultivators from any unfriendly shinobi.

Minato (and later Hiruzen, when they run into him again) gets the teenagers and Wen Ning, Naruto and Sasuke get Wanyin and Huaisang, and Tobirama gets Wuxian and Wangji. Hashirama is set to the task of hunting down the Edo Tensei on the other side of the war and capturing them in his Mokuton.

Watching Wuxian and Wangji work together is odd. They can fly with the assistance of their swords, which is strange enough, though they’ll stay on the ground near Tobirama when not traveling so that he can better protect them, but they also end up fighting the Zetsus mostly with music. Wuxian will play something on his dizi and that brings the Zetsu in hearing range under a fragile sort of control, keeping them from mostly docile while Wangji uses his guqin to ‘cleanse’ them. The swords, Bichen and Suibian, he learns, pick off any stragglers. The Zetsu drop by the hundred. They’re probably not as powerful as the original Zetsus were since they’re all just solid clones but it’s still impressive to see how effective they are.

The war is over. Or at least it’s stopped. Kabuto has (rather reluctantly, by Kagami’s descriptions) told his reanimated soldiers to stand down. He had then been abducted by Orochimaru and a woman called Anko, looking resigned to his fate all the while. Wanyin had not returned and Huaisang informed them that he had made friends with the current Raikage. Huaisang looks faintly traumatized and wanders off with a distant look; Tobirama sees him with a Nara several minutes later. He still doesn’t trust that man.

The Juniors have been adopted into Team 7 and they seem to be trying to teach them some sort of game. The pale one, Sai, is the only one having any luck with it. Jingyi and Naruto are having a competition that Minato is overseeing to see who can balance on their hands longer while Sasuke and Sakura snarl threats at Sai and Yuan and Zizhen try to explain the game more clearly. Jingyi, he notices, isn’t so much as sweating from his handstand. Naruto’s arms are already trembling. Wen Ning is a couple of feet away, chatting quietly with a red-haired kunoichi.

Izuna and Madara and Kagami and Obito are talking as well, the Hatake lingering beside them with sharp eyes. Hiruzen has left as well to hunt down his students, apparently to make amends. All over, people are resting and healing. Miraculously, no one is dead. The war hadn’t had the chance to get into full swing before Wuxian and his group crashed in and confused everyone to the point of ceasefire. It a miracle. And more than that, it was a chance for the Hidden Villages to see how much more powerful they are when working together. Maybe this scare, short-lived though it was, will be the catalyst for true peace.

“What are you thinking about, Tobi-er?” Wuxian wonders. Lan Wangji is a wall at his back, unmoved in the face of an entirely different world.

“Peace,” he says truthfully, with a gesture around them. At all the people sitting together, talking together, trusting each other regardless of village. A sight that Tobirama had thought he’d never see. Something he thought, on his less optimistic days (of which there were a good number), was completely impossible.

“Good thoughts, then,” Wuxian says, cheerfully.

“Maybe I wanted the war,” Tobirama says, just to be contrary. Wuxian rolls his eyes but makes no move to keep the teasing going like he was so keen to do when he was younger. Instead, he’s content to just stand with Tobirama and Wangji, watching the Juniors make friends. They’re his team, as far as Tobirama can tell. Or at least, the alternate universe version of a shinobi team.

“The fighting you and Wangji-san did earlier was impressive and beautiful to watch. You two make a great team,” Tobirama says eventually.

“Yeah we do,” Wuxian says, love struck. He glances up at Wangji with a sweet smile. He pauses at whatever he sees on n Wangji’s expression for a moment and then ducks his head to say something to his husband in his native tongue.

“Sorry, Lan Zhan isn’t used to people referring to him as just Wangji.” Wuxian explains, “we show respect different back home.”

“Oh,” Tobirama says, a little surprised the thought that something like that could be different never occurred to him. “How do you show respect, then?”

“Well, you guys use honorifics a lot, and we have those too, just different ones, but we also have courtesy names and titles and stuff,” Wuxian starts, a little slowly. “Basically, my name is Wei Ying. That’s the name my parents gave me when I was born. Usually only friends call me Wei Ying and only close friends or family calls me some variation of Ying. Then I have this courtesy name, which is something you usually earn later in life. Mine is Wei Wuxian. It’s what the majority of people call me. Then there’s a possibility of a title. Not everyone has to have one but I do. While usually used to show even more respect, some titles are given for other reasons. For instance, I’m called Yiling Laozu mostly in fear or hate. You use just Wuxian for me which puts you in this kind of limbo between formal and informal since it’s not my given name but it’s also not my full courtesy name.”

“Would either of you like me to call you something else?” Tobirama asks. Wuxian waves him off.

“It’s fine, you didn’t know and I’ve gotten used to it.” Tobirama looks at Wangji.

Wangji: “Mn.”

Tobirama looks back at Wuxian, Wangji’s assigned translator.

“He agrees with me,” Wuxian assures. Tobirama accepts that easily enough. He trusts that Wuxian can reliably understand Wangji and that he wouldn’t lie to him about something like this, which is less likely to make harmless chaos and than to start a fight.

“It’s good to see you this last time,” Tobirama tells Wuxian. The man— younger at this point even if he had started out older, something that is a little disquieting —blinks wordlessly at him, a little taken off guard. “I had thought that I’d never be able to give you a real goodbye. Never be able to thank you for all you’ve done to protect my family.” Wuxian goes red, embarrassed.

“It was nothing, really,” Wuxian tries but Tobirama isn’t standing for it.

“It wasn’t nothing,” Tobirama says firmly. “You saved my students, you brought the Uzumaki back to Uzushio. You’ve helped so many people. You’re a good person, Wei Wuxian, and I am glad beyond words that you seem to have found yourself your own happy ending.” Wuxian opens his mouth, likely to argue, but his eyes land on Yuan and Zizhen and Ling cheering Jingyi on (who still has yet to drop from his handstand), on Naruto, just as hyped and pressed close to his father, and he sighs, instead, expression going soft. He meets Wangji’s eyes for a moment and Tobirama sees sees something indescribable pass between the two.

“Yeah, I am too,” Wuxian says, with more love and warmth in his voice than Tobirama has ever heard someone be able to carry. Then his dark eyes turn on Tobirama, a spark of mischievousness coming back to then. “What about you, then?”

“What about me?” Tobirama asks. Wuxian nods at towards the group of Uchiha. Tobirama turns to see them better and meets Madara’s gaze. (He’s just as beautiful as he was a hundred years ago, confined to his desk by paperwork and three years before that, back lit by raging fire as the sharingan spun hypnotically.)

“Do you really want this chance to slip by too,” Wuxian eggs. Tobirama shoots him a glare but Wuxian meets it head on, grinning sharply and unaffected. Tobirama looks away first. Wuxian laughs bright and loud, patting him on the shoulder.

“Go,” Wangji says, unexpectedly. “Or you’ll regret.” That sounded personal, knowledgeable. Still, Tobirama hesitates. Wuxian shoos him off with a gesture, still smiling widely. Tobirama sighs heavily.

“If you insist,” he says, more put upon than he really feels. Wangji is right, after all. If he doesn’t do this now, he won’t do it in the Pure Lands, and he’ll regret it until his soul enter the reincarnation cycle. So he goes, Wuxian nudging Wangji behind him with warm murmurs.

As he approaches the Uchihas, Izuna rolls his eyes heavenward but Kagami says something that has the man snickers. The Uchiha he doesn’t know the name of sighs irritably, grabbing his Hatake by the elbow and disappearing with a swirl.

“Hi Tobirama-sensei,” Kagami chirps. He links his arms with Izuna’s and starts dragging the other away, calling over his shoulder, “bye Tobirama-sensei!” as Izuna grumbles uncharitably under his breath. Tobirama watches them go bemusedly.

“What was that about?” He wonders aloud. Madara groans, wiping a gloved hand down his face.

“I don’t even want to begin to know,” the Uchiha says pathetically. “Those two hit it off far too well and now I’m worried for the continuing sanity of everyone here.” Tobirama snorts.

“As if there’s any shinobi with sanity in the first place.” Madara pauses and then nods at him.

“You have a point. I worry for the continued self-control of everyone present,” he corrects. Tobirama shakes his head, smiling. It really is an understandable worry— In the distance, there’s an explosion of lightning, both of chakric origin and that odd purple lighting that sparked around Wanyin, followed by a loud screech of “Uchiha!!” that tells them where Kagami and Izuna got off to.

“I’m not fucking dealing with that,” Madara says blankly.

“Neither am I,” Tobirama agrees immediately. They exchange a glance and immediately hightail it in the other direction. Tobirama is laughing when they stop running, feeling lighter than he has in years. They’ve escaped the battlefield entirely, hiding away in a nearby forest. Madara is laughing as well and it lifts years from his face.

"Hashirama's gonna kill us for leaving them to deal with those two,” Madara says, far too gleefully. "Kami, I wonder what they did? They were gone for, like, two seconds!”

“You’re beautiful,” escapes Tobirama before he can stop it and he winces when Madara freezes, eyes wide.

“What?” Well, nothing for it, he might as well double-down.

“You’re beautiful,” he repeats. “I’ve always thought so, just…” he shrugs. Between the war and building the village and everything with Izuna, there had never really been a moment Tobirama had felt he could be completely honest with Madara. And that’s an excuse too, he knows, but it’s a comfortable one and a true one.

“You— I—” Madara cuts off with a high-pitched noise, cheeks pink, and stomps up to Tobirama. He watches, bemused, right up until Madara’s fingers curl around the edges of his armor and he’s yanked down into a searing kiss.

Oh, he realizes, feeling a little dumb.

“I’ve wanted to do that for years,” Madara says victoriously when they part, looking proud of himself. Tobirama can’t help another short laugh and presses a kiss to Madara’s lips, happiness settling in him.

“Oh, ew!” Izuna shrieks. Madara tears away from Tobirama with a war cry, lunging at his younger brother with murder in his eyes. Izuna yelps, scrambling to get away. Kagami’s there as well, laughing at his partner-in-crime’s misfortune. Tobirama wanders over to his student’s side, watching the two brothers fondly. This is what it should have been since the beginning.

“About damn time,” his student teases. “I expected to get adopted by you two ages ago.” Tobirama rolls his eyes.

“Don’t make me sick Orochimaru on you,” he warns. Kagami snickers. Izuna shrieks when Madara tackles him, kicking at his older brother in a desperate bid for escape.

“I”m gonna dunk you in the pond, you brat!” Madara snarls.

“There’s not even one here!” Izuna wails.

“I’ll make Tobirama make one!” Madara scrambles to keep all of Izuna’s limbs under control and makes the mistake of getting an arm too close to Izuna’s mouth. The younger Uchiha goes for blood.

“I’m happy for you, sensei,” Kagami tells him, surprisingly sincere considering the dubious way he’s eyes Madara and Izuna. Tobirama smiles helplessly.

“Thank you, Kagami.” Nothing’s perfect but… it’s better than it was an hour ago, than it was a hundred years ago, and for the first time since his brothers died, Tobirama is really, truly happy.

Part 6

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With ch.3 of katc freshly posted, I'm taking a day or two to let the brain rest, but since a good chunk of ch.4 (or as it was formerly known: ch.3 part 2) is already drafted, here's some more syb and john interacting (ft. A random resistance member who isn't important enough to be named rip)

The woman scoffs. “I appreciate your concern, Dep,” she says, “But John Seed took our homes. Seems only fair that we return the favor to the motherfucker.”

That gets her to crack a smile. There’s no doubt that the people of Hope County are a resilient one. They take pride in their homes and livelihood and don’t take too kindly to outsiders threatening their way of life. There’s something admirable about the way so many are motivated by sheer spite.

“Fair enough,” she sighs. “Listen, you get Peggies tryin’ shit, just give me or Grace a holler, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the woman nods. “And if you ever need any backup, you have my gun, y’hear?”

Sybille’s smile tightens. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks,” she says, and she’s shoving past the woman before the conversation can continue any further. She has no intention of calling an amateur duck hunter to help her in combat; not when doing so would put not just a civilian’s life at risk, but her own as well.

She trusted Grace to have her back because she knew the woman also served. Knew that she could handle herself in a firefight. She doesn’t have the same kind of faith in a random civilian, no matter how confident they are in their abilities.

She has no time to babysit children playing soldier.

With more force than is necessary, she throws the side-door to the hangar open at the same time her radio crackles to life on her belt.

“Sin is pervasive,” comes John Seed’s voice, each sibilant hissed with a forked tongue. “It drives us to do unspeakable acts.”

She hurriedly slams the door closed behind her and leans her back against it, holding it shut. Clenching her jaw, she unclips her radio and brings it to her mouth. “You talkin’ outta your ass,” she grits. “Whatever you sellin’, I ain’t in the market to buy.”

“Such hostility! So close-minded!” John tuts. “I know the feelings that drive you. I know them intimately.” She doesn’t care for the way his voice drops on that word, emphasizing it in a way that makes her feel dirty. “But I can help you, Deputy. I can wash away these sins. I can cleanse your soul.”

“Your concern is touchin’,” she says flatly. “But you ain’t gotta worry your pretty little head about me or my immortal soul — I’ve already been baptized.”

“Ah, correct me if I’m wrong, but I do believe that only cleansed you of Original Sin,” he says. “And you and I both know you’ve sinned plenty since then.”

Her lips curl into a sneer. “I ain’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” she says, but the words ring painfully hollow.

“Now, now, don’t lie to me. Multiple accounts of vandalism and petty theft. Truancy. More than one instance of joyriding and underage drinking, and oh — let’s not forget about that little marijuana possession charge. And how many bar fights have you instigated that ended without anyone pressing charges? You, my dear, are a repeat offender. Tell me, does our good friend the Sheriff know about your previous life as a delinquent?”

Her blood goes cold and her sneer turns into a snarl. Aside from his jab about the bar fights, all her recorded crimes happened before she turned eighteen and her juvie record is sealed. Has been since she became her younger brother’s legal guardian and cleaned up her act over a decade ago. He’s either very good at bluffing, or somehow he managed to get access to it. Either way, she sees what she’s doing, and she refuses to give him the satisfaction of riling her up.

“Whaddaya want?” she grunts.

“I want you to confess, Deputy,” John laughs. “I want you to atone! I want to help you to cleanse your soul and embrace the glory of God so that you may walk with us in the Garden of Eden!”

She scoffs. “I ain’t confessin’ jackshit to ya.”

“Ah, that’s where you’re wrong. Things would go much easier for you if you just said yes, Deputy. Atonement is such a beautiful, rapturous experience,” he breathes. “It will be difficult, and it will be painful, but it will be worth it.”

“Yeah, you know what’s gonna be painful?” she asks. “My boot up your ass.”

[xjulixred45x]

The Collector(The Owl House) and Platonic! Reader...

but with a small detail.

Reader has a complicated family life, she comes from a family where she is constantly neglected (either due to family problems or simply her parents are like the Blights, too focused on their reputations to give her adequate attention) and that makes her a very dependent girl of her imagination but also quite lonely.

I think it would be especially sad if we are talking about a Blight Reader. since she sees her sibilings having interactions and friends while she cannot join because she is smaller and has problems socializing (': adding to that that she is too young for Odalia to give her a decent "use" to give her attention and Alador...it's Alador.

Imagine that JUST WHEN IT LOOKS LIKE THE END OF THE WORLD is when Reader ends up having something like a "friend."

If we go with the Blight reader, it is much more obvious how the reader and The Collector met, Odalia serving as his "mom" WOULD HAVE THE NERVE to offer the reader as a better playmate (trying to have favoritism) and leaves the reader reader alone with this child with god-like powers.

Now, reader didn't expect the collector to be so...innocent, he acted like a child her age, MAXIMUN. Besides that he was really interested in the game ideas she had to offer. For this reader to hear that someone is even willing to listen to what she wants to say is a MIRACLE, but putting it into practice and encouraging it? is this a dream?

They are both children extremely deprived of touch and interaction for a long time, so surprisingly, the reader ended up really enjoying her stay in the Archives with the collector and King, whether playing "the owl house" all together, board games that the reader invention, flying on the little flying stars, etc.

The reader definitely had a change of look just like King and Odalia, with a star-studded outfit and everything, although I think the collector lets her personalize it. and he definitely won't let Odalia intervene in the reader's clothes, with the excuse that her "suggestions" are too boring.

Tea parties with puppets! Yes, it's a bit creepy, but hey, they're better off there than down there with Belos (after what the reader secretly heard from her sister, he sounds like a bad guy). apart from the fact that low gravity is fun.

I think that one of the games that they could play the most could be a slightly more extreme version of "rescue the princess" where either a reader or a puppet is the "damsel in distress", King is the great Dragon and the Collector/reader are the knights. Don't worry though! Even if reader is who has to be the lady in distress, she will not be in real danger.

Although if the reader gets hurt (whether from playing or simply due to clumsiness) it means a DAY FREE FROM GAMES for everyone. Although they also play doctor and take care of the reader, maybe they play board games to avoid getting bored.

The Collector definitely feels jealous when Odalia tries to talk to the reader for any reason (probably to have a better position), and sometimes that causes him to give her more work like arranging the puppets they use when they play The Owl House (ironically this could make Odalia see what a bad mother she is being when she sees that a mini space god is better at her job than her).

Now there is no limit to the reader's creativity, no matter how silly or strange the idea for the new game is, he wants to hear it! He always has something positive to get out of even the "worst" ideas (for him that doesn't exist).

Sometimes he has trouble understanding which reader has to sleep and rest more than him and King, but they explain it to him with apples and pears and he more or less understands the concept of three meals a day and 8 hours of sleep (that was how easy it was, how difficult it was for King to explain to TWO CHILDREN why the reader SHOULD NOT eat only sweets).

I imagine that the reader sleeps in the same "room" as the Collector and King, in an extra bed and her own accessories. Maybe the reader even has stuffed animals of abominations (that remind her a little of her family) that she lends time to time to Collie (did you think she wouldn't use that nickname? ha) sometimes keeps them for herself because she's nostalgic, other times she's detached or even angry and gives them to him for several nights.

I can definitely see the Collector being pretty angry at the Blight siblings if he had gotten to know them in a different context, like "how dare you make my best friend CRY?" and it would definitely require a lot of hard work from King and the reader together so that he wouldn't "break" them out of rage.

King knows there's not much point in trying to convince the reader to help him in his plan against the collector, he understands where she's coming from, having someone who takes her seriously and motivates her is a dream come true! It is thanks to this that he sees the Collector more as a sad child and not as someone so terrifying..

After "Raine" lies to the Collector about King wanting to hurt him, he most likely also becomes clingier with the reader (and slightly more protective).

I can even see the reader teaming up with him when they play their "favorite games" against Eda, Luz and King, even if they coordinate well they can't help but lose in one way or another😅

The reader definitely empathizes a lot with the collector when he tells his story and how his brothers simply put him aside, causing him to be imprisoned, but she also begins to reflect and realize that, well, not everything is a game, but she wants them to be friends.

After the events of the season finale, you can be sure that the reader's family is trying SO hard to make up for the damage done (especially Amity and Alador) and that they are not so sure how to feel about the baby of the house being lost. she made friends with an almost god😅

Collie, now being PAINFULLY aware of the reader's mortality, is much gentler with the games when he comes to visit (especially because, well, you know, getting hurt when you're little isn't the same as when you're big) and in general they grow up. together to learn to accept more friends whenever they are:'3

AHHGGG I NEEDED THIS. Maybe I'll do a version with a father/mother! reader, we'll see.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

[ultravioletqueen]

Okay I would like to hear your thoughts on my rewrite of Ashley Graves

Her personality

Still the same but she isn't narcissistic but she can be quite paranoid and hates includes spaces

But it's actually kind and understanding and can actually be quite gentle but hates liars and her mother

she doesn't despise her father since he was practically forced into the decision

She can sometimes be quite mean which was kind of a defense mechanism she got from her childhood

Past

Was an unwanted child cause of unprotected intercourse

Her mother still gave birth to her anyway but the sad thing is her mother heavily played favorites and didn't want a girl but only wanted a boy that's why she neglected her so much and no matter what she did no matter how good

she was no matter how high her grades were it was never enough which caused her resentment towards her brother Andrew

because how come he gets all the love and attention while she doesn't

and the reason why she killed the girl that had a crush on her brother wasn't because she was jealous but because she was just so angry at her mother for basically telling her she's a mistake

and she'll mean nothing in life and that she regrets giving birth to her and so Ashley desperately wanted to take it out on something or someone but after she actually did it she does and still now heavily regrets that she took the girl's life without thinking correctly

but when her brother got a girlfriend she wasn't even jealous of him being in a relationship she was jealous he even got

someone to even love him romantically because he got more of the love she was deprived of

Even when she acted out her mother just ignored her and told her to cry about it

And it just got worse when they were locked in the apartment because she had no one to love her or care about her only Andy she hated herself but she actually did fall in love with him she sometimes wonder how

she could I mean she tried her best to annoy him get him to hate her hell maybe he'd kill her and

take her out of her misery but he never did which made her even more angry she didn't care if she was going to hell she didn't care what

would happen next but she never really acted on those feelings share a part of her relied on his

approval and affection but she wanted it to be purely and permanently platonic as she knew incest was utterly wrong and nasty and she didn't want to become her own mother in the end the one she desperately loaded

Facts

She actually didn't scare off Julia but it was just a stalker that Julie had the kept threatening her to break up with Andrew Orr

they'll kill her and Ashley found out and intervened and helped her hell even pointed out the stalker in school which caused them to be friends even though she was Andrew's ex-girlfriend a part of her wanted them to reconcile have a better relationship but she couldn't intervene in something she can't know the outcome in

Maybe it could go right or maybe it could backfire

She didn't want to take that chance so she took as many times as she can to hang out with Julie to forget about her home life to forget about her jealousy

In some way Julia became her Rock someone that cared for her someone that she could rely on even if a part of her was reliant on Andrew mentally at least she at least had someone in her corner right

She actually saw Julia as a sister a sibling she desperately needed from doing something she's going to regret again

I like her! Even if i have no problem with og ashley(my only con against her is the incest part bc non platonic love between sibilings is REALLY GROSS) i like how you rewrite her character, i love the friendship you make her have with Julia(i May ship them in your rewrite) is just so cute!🩷💛

But i kinda feel that is not ashley without some of her narcisistic or antisocial tendencies, im not saying is bad that she dosen't have them but i feel like some of her bad qualities should stay like her need for compliments/praise, her internal misogyny, her codependency with andrew and her anger issues, they're bad traits that make her character be her.

Its just my opinion, overall you did a good job!

[matenrou-fan]

Can I request some hcs where Rosho is dating sasara's sibiling that's also a comedian??

Rosho with Sasara's sibiling who's a comedian

GNreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-Oh no.. Rosho still doesn't understand how he ended up in this situation..

-Always scolding Sasara and acting like he's annoying him very much with his puns, yet falling in love with his sibling.. Is this some kind of irony?!

-And the fact that you're also a comedian just makes this all even worse better, as now not one but two of his closest people cling to him with their jokes.

"I swear.. is my life some kind of circus..?" - Rosho sighs, sitting with you in the evening in his house, absolutely drained after work.

"But aren't we both making your days more fun? Laughter is the best medicine..!" - you giggle, getting closer to your boyfriend and fixing one clump of his hair that fell to his eyebrows.

"Sasara's laughter and his antics probably makes my life shorter.. You're the only one who's made my day better.." - A small smirk escapes his lips as leans to your touch, enjoying your soft hands.

-Yes he would be much softer to you, even if you make the same terrible puns as your brother and also interrupt important conversations with it. Rosho just can't help but condone your silly behavior and actually enjoy it sometimes.

-Will try hard to restructure his schedule just to visit your shows. Not all, of course, but at least a few because he wants to watch your shine on stage. He still remembers his days in duo with Sasara and he knows how scary it can be, to speak in front of so many people..

-In some strange way it strokes his ego a little, as Rosho's pride arises in his chest when he hears loud applause for you. And of course he would support you from the crowd as the most loyal fan…!

-"Well? Did you enjoy it?" - a small proud grin lit your lips as your boyfriend got inside your dressing rooms after your performance.

"Of course.." - he mumbled and you got confused. Why is he suddenly so nervous? You do remember that Rosho doesn't really like large audiences, maybe he gets a little bit anxious..?

But instead he pulls from behind his back a big bouquet of your favorite flowers. His red face matches his gift absolutely perfectly, as he shyly gives it to you with an awkward smile.

"H-here.. For your hard work.. You have an ability to cheer up people around you, and I thought.." - for a moment your boyfriend gets silent, then a trembling sigh escapes his lips. - ".. that someone should cheer you up too.. sometimes.."

-Rosho would try to support you till the very end, ignoring your brother's whines for being too cruel with him at the same time, because, as your boyfriend, he's willing to do anything to see his little star shining at fullest.

-You cheerful smile and bright eyes as you run to him with a list of new puns and ideas for your shows when he gets home after work is so heartwarming. Only you can make him feel this exciting feeling in his chest, and even if you would shout or yell in joy, his head will not hurt as it always starts when he hears his students fooling around during class changes.

-Listening as you bubble about your day or read these jokes for him it's now his favorite way to relieve stress after work. Your voice soothes his soul, and all his problems melt when he hears your sincere laugh.

"Aaand…that's it!" - you close your notebook, now looking at your boyfriend who was laying on your lap, resting.

"Mm.. the last one was good.." - he chuckled, opening his eyes and smiling softly.

"You think so? When I told it to Sasara, he fell on the floor from laughter.." - you mumble, then titter a little. - "Don't you think that it's weird that he, as a comedian, can't stand jokes?"

"Oh? Then I think I'm also going to fall.." - Rosho snorted and got up a little. - "But only because I can't stand how cute you are when you giggle like this.."

With these words he pushes you to the couch and lays down with you together, embracing you in his hug.

"Oh, Rosho..! You just copy my joke.." - you mumble with furrowed brows, feeling as blush spreading on your cheeks.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm not good at that.." - he laughs, a very rare occasion, and you can't help but smile again too. - "But I'm ready to apologize with my cuddles.. Or it wouldn't be enough?"

"It will take no less than a few kisses for you to receive my forgiveness..!" - you huff playfully, and Rosho immediately leans closer, placing soft quick kisses on your cheek.

"I'm ready to do even more than that, darling..."

[sketch-guardian]

I might've read something you said regarding a Nightbringer version of the classmates 👀

May we know a little bit more about them?

Much love! 💞

- Isa

You read well dear Isa😌I was thinking of creating some art concepts of the RAD classmates in Nightbringer🤔therefore of their past selves and as soon as I have time, I will try to sketch them✨Also of course! I don't mind giving some info about my ocs😊actually I will probably write more than I should🤣but I want to be as precise and exhaustive as possible, so as usual I will try my best🙈also thank you very much for the love! I'll send some right back at you💜 (p.s.: I think there's no need to specify this, but obviously the behavior of the Nightbringer RAD classmates will be a little different than the present):

RAD CLASSMATES IN NIGHTBRINGER

(considering that MC arrives in the past about one/two years after the end of the war against the Celestial Realm, I will set their characters and their social status at that time)

DEMYA

In that period Demya was definitely scruffier and had trouble speaking and verbalizing her thoughts, in fact she was still learning how to communicate, read and write, she acted mainly on her demonic instincts (a bit like Satan-) and she was slowly civilized, to re-enter the society of demons and to avoid being locked up in case she created problems for Devildom, especially since she would not have tolerated the idea of ​​being put back in chains...she would seem quite curious, but also hesitant and wary of new people besides the other RAD classmates, especially of humans, whom she still held grudge against considering what they've done to her and her family and her instinct would be to tear them apart, but Azul is trying to teach her self-control and the fact that not all human beings are like that, maybe even MC could help her change her mind and have faith in humanity again.Aside from that, she occasionally showed moments of joy, especially when she was allowed to feed as much as she wanted and when learned something new, still she seemed to have mixed feelings towards Domnra, despite him being the one who (unintentionally) freed her. Demya generally looked a little closer to Azul, perhaps due to the fact that he was the one primarily concerned with her rehabilitation, when he was mentally stable enough to do so of course. The three seemed to share some kind of strange sibiling relationship and having never seen angels at the time, having spent her childhood on earth among humans, Demya doesn't particularly mind communicating with them like other demons, despite them being angels not too long ago, however she would be slightly intimidated by Zuri (which would then pass in the future). With Odon she would feel quite at ease, being born a demon too, most likely there would be a little more understanding, complicity and Demya would not show fear, just due to the simple fact that she had never heard of them

DOMNRA(MOBIM)

At that time Domnra's anger issues were certainly more unmanageable and alternated with moments in which his only comfort was to be alone in the darkness, his new element,where he could cry and scream without appearing weak. He felt betrayed and abandoned by what he once thought of as home, but he knew he had to stay strong for Azul, the one who had taken their fall the hardest, and Zuri, who was fighting for giving them the chance to live and not just survive in Devildom. From a physical point of view he was also in quite bad shape, it took him a while to heal from his scars and it took him a few years to get used to being blind in one eye, wounds all caused during the Celestial War, but one of the things that put him more in trouble was the birth of Mobim, a curse that had been placed on him, a manifestation of the innocence and goodness he had lost, a constant reminder of his past ... at first, Domnra couldn't even look at its face , that frightened littlte creature, bound to him and forced to follow him forever, once Domnra even tried to escape to Earth for a while to avoid Mobim and it was there that he freed Demya by mistake. Partly he didn't even agree to take her home, but eventually he convinced himself that maybe having a demon on their side could be useful in Devildom and maybe such thing as helping someone,like he used to do as an angel, would distract Azul enough from his depressing episodes. Only over time Domnra would learn to accept Mobim as part of himself, however in the past their relationship wasn't the best

AZUL

At that time Azul was really in bad conditions, of all people, he was the one who took their fall from the Celestial Realm the worst, losing his beautiful butterfly wings and being attacked by the angels he used to consider his friends..those things were what made him snap into a blind madness, into a killing spree that he didn't think he was capable of, he had completely lost his mind for a brief lass of time, his usual light blue features turned a pitch black, the trauma was too much to bear and in addition to killing many angels, he also risked attacking Domnra, if Zuri hadn't intervened to make him come to his senses, she also took care of their wounds and then found them a place to stay, in the early days they all lived together for a matter of comfort and practicality, only later everyone would find their own home. Azul alternated moments of depression with moments of anger, but he tried to stay positive and Demya's arrival gave him an opportunity to distract himself and to train in order to control his new mood swings. He met new creatures, including spirits and ghosts, developed new skills and gradually began to become increasingly demonic and sadistic, and despite everything he began to better metabolize these changes and to accept his new life

ZURI

In that period Zuri didn't seem particularly upset by the events, at least on the outside. She felt a kind of duty to hold on and to protect the friends who had fought alongside her during the war, therefore she kept within herself the pain and the sadness she felt for how events had unfolded and she concentrated on keeping Domnra, Mobim, Azul and then Demya safe as a result, healing their wounds and fighting against any demon who dared facing them in their weak states. Although she had no regrets for her actions and although she felt freer than before, Zuri knew she no longer held an important position as before and she felt responsible for the safety of her friends, who had yet to process their traumas, so after having heard that other fallen angels had risen in position and importance by defeating Cerberus, she chose to act so that she, Azul, Domnra and Mobim could live with a shred of dignity and decided to go and face alone one of the most dangerous demons in hell, that barely showed themselves around and that many feared, even Barbatos...Odon. In the end the plan did not go as she had previously planned, but the result was still beneficial, she accepted Odon's conditions and from that moment on, the other demons began to respect/fear the other RAD classmates

ODON

In that period Odon limited themselves to observe with their eye-like creatures how things were going in Devildom, they had personally retired some time ago in a more hidden and peaceful environment, in the middle of the woods, in the meanders of a cave, so as not to frighten anyone anymore with their frightening presence and to reflect on themselves and their future, probably on the advice of Lord Diavolo too, one of the few who had the courage to speak to them, even when they were children. Diavolo told them about his project with RAD and Odon saw it as an opportunity to start over from scratch, even though they knew it wouldn't be easy at all, their social skills were still poor and the memories of their past actions were still too fresh for others demons to be willing to give them a chance, so when an opportunity presented itself, namely the fall of some angels from the Celestial Realm,Odon started to pay even more attention. At first they thought of trying with the seven brothers, but after having observed them for a long time, they thought it wasn't the case and that it would have been necessary to wait some more time for them to settle in,Odon doubted that they would have welcomed their eldritch person ... but in the end, it was another former angel who introduced herself to them, Zuri. Actually, her initial plan was to kill them to take their place and status as one of the most dangerous and powerful demons in history in order to finally get respected, which honestly Odon found quite funny, however they proposed another deal, a pact that would have benefited both of them, without the need for unnecessary bloodshed. The conditions were simple: Odon would be associated with them, consequently making them untouchable and fearsome, while they in return...would become Odon's "friends" or at least they would give him the opportunity to get to know them, giving them the chance to go out and to try to improve. Odon knew it was a strange arrangement, but they were happy that Zuri seemed to be reasonable. Odon used to be a bit awkward while interacting with people in the past and unintentionally creepy too, due to their big smile