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  1. Public Bookmark 16

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    He draws closer, and Hikaku makes a dying sound, alarmed, but not enough to move.

    He thinks and thinks and thinks, and he almost acts. But. But Hikaku rolls over. Shows his belly to the ceiling and smiles. Bright. Trusting. Stupid like the Uchiha he is.

    Because stupid runs in their blood. Makes it easy to use one of them as bait because a sister or a husband or a mother will come running. Yet, Hikaku isn’t bait. No. He’s coveted, praised by Madara and close with Izuna. Presented as a gift, something Tobirama should be falling to his knees and thanking the whole Uchiha clan for.

    Tobirama debates turning around. Debates sending Hikaku to the spare room and ignoring this whole night. But Hashirama had drilled his duties into him.

    He doesn’t speak to Hikaku, just slides open the shoji to the main bedroom and flicks his hand in an unmistakable gesture. Go inside.

    Hikaku blissfully obeys.

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    Tobirama's hatred of the Uchiha clan predates his own birth, which makes it almost comical when he's forced to live with one. There's a fine line between love and hate, and while Tobirama struggles with balancing his own morals and his duties, the clock ticks as Konoha's peace grows unstable.

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    03 Mar 2026

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    Yuuji’s eyes shot open to the sky—white clouds drifting lazily, warm wind brushing his face. Two voices called out.

    “—Hey, kid. You alive?”

    “Gojo, maybe don’t poke him with a stick—”

    Yuuji sat up, heart in his throat. There they were. One sunglasses-wearing teen with annoyingly smug energy, the other long-haired and exasperated.

    “…what the actual fuck,” he whispered.

    Gojo grinned. “See, Suguru? I told you he’d say something funny when he woke up.”

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    Special grade curse? Check. Time broken? Check. Immortal sorcerer forced to fix it all? Absolutely. Yuuji Itadori thought retirement looked nice—until the universe handed him another impossible “job description.”

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    25 Feb 2026

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    Tobirama has always had a problem with his scent. 

    Or rather—everyone else has had a problem with it.

    When they were at war, it had been a significantly lesser point of contention. Not many had the time, nor the energy, to focus on how a shinobi smelled among the putrid tang of blood and rot that so often overtook the battlefield.

    Toka had even called it a positive, once. “It must be quite jarring,” she had said, “To look over and see your clan slaughtered, surrounded by the smell of vanilla and caramelized sugar.”

    Right.

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    16 Feb 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 14

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    A long time ago. A high priest and a Daimjo's mistress have committed a terrible crime.
    The mistress killed herself while the high priest fled, but not without the promise to ressurect her.
    So, he wanted to perform another terrible crime. But this time he was stopped and his punishment was the worst curse that ever existed.

    Unfortunately, what was meant as punishment would years later become a curse to mankind. Because an undead walking among the living, with the power of gods, can not easily be stopped.

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    You don't need to have watched the movie to follow.

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    11 Feb 2026

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    Lance had always imagined his perfect wedding. He dreamt about meeting "The One" in a ‘love at first sight’ scenario. Perhaps they would meet on a train during rush hour when it was standing room only. Maybe the train would jolt and Lance would fall into their arms or they would fall into his. They would both apologise profusely, of course. Their ‘sorrys’ would be spoken at the exact same time, just as they made eye contact with each other unable to look away. Then they’d blush and giggle nervously. He’d extend his hand out to them with a confident, “Lance”, and they would smile, a genuine smile and take his hand and say…

    “Are you fucking serious!?”

    Well…not that.

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    30 Jan 2026