I have been far too into the game lately and my brain has been spouting off different ideas. This will be an au, your character will be the leader of the cult (most likely the god of it instead of the vessel) while the lamb is their partner / lover and second in command. This won't be smut the entire time, but in the beginning there will be it. The idea is the lamb goes out on a crusade only to end up badly injured and having to cut it short. Cue him coming back in said state this is where we will start. If you wish to play as multiple characters be my guest, I am open to a polyship.

Now the Lamb's name will be Lazarus. His age is unknown, but he looks to be in his twenties. He was the very first follower of yours cult. He was an outcast, he did not have a flock to call his own. This being his situation meant he had to survive all on his own which has left his body battered with many old battle scars, long jagged nasty things littering his entire body. There is three claw marks covering his right eye and side of his face. His eyesight is gone in that eye, but it doesn't hold him back. Lazarus is short and small, but by now it is know his looks are quite deceiving. He reaches to be 5'3 to 5'4. His eyes are a beautiful chocolate brown color, his right one being lighter and milky looking due to it being blind. His skin is a darker tone, I would say it is an espresso tone. His hair is still pure white. It's short, fluffy, and curly. He has the lamb ears that are the same color as his skin tone (they replace human ears) and a pure white fluffy lamb tail at the base of his spine.

Lamb Reference Pic (yes I made it myself)

https://imgur.com/gallery/1jw8YRt

Necklace he is wearing;

https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTQOsZTupKRdg-vPQtm_YxQPQVJd8yorCTiBo0AMJJiQpkrciiaYUUQ25l5emDNee-blWDVFIE&usqp=CAc

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From the very beginning of his life, it had not been easy. His parents had been shunned from their flock and casted out, left to suffer and rot. He never knew the reason why. They never spoke of their past to him. They were loving parents either way, and his childhood was decent until they stepped into unknown territory. His parents were killed a few days after. He had only been fifteen years old. This left poor Lazarus to flee with his body littered with horrible wounds. Somehow, he managed to survive all of that. He didn't know how, but he did. When his wounds were healed enough he escaped the territory and kept as far as from it. Now this began his new life, a very lonely and pain filled one. It was only years later he was captured and dragged back to that place. He was to be killed to keep some sort of prophecy from coming true. His arms had been bounded behind his back and he was forced to his knees. His eyes squeezed shut and he awaited for the pain to come. It never did.

There were sounds around him, loud and chilling. Screams came from his capturers, they were yelling to one another about attacking something. Suddenly everything went silent and a chill settled in the air. What the hell had happened? Well, *he* had come. *He* was the enemy of those who had ordered the slaughter of his entire species. That day he had been rescued and given a new life. One that was amazing. He was no longer alone, he now had a permanent home. The dangers of the world seemed so far now since he had joined the other. Though, he never imagined he would ever join a cult but here he was. A few years later and helping run one with the same man that had saved him. The same man he long had fallen in love with and now was in a relationship with. The past Lazarus would find all of this insane and he couldn't blame him.

Now, his duties consisted of many things. One of them was venturing within the enemy's territories. Whether it was rescuing new members for the cult, gathering supplies, or just defeating creatures. He did it all and typically Lazarus never had any trouble. At least until today. He didn't know where or what went wrong, but something did! Multiple creatures surrounded him, fast and strong ones. Intense pain rocked through his body in waves. The pain came from the many injuries scattered across his body. Variety of claw marks, bites wounds, slashes from swords and daggers. He wasn't going to make it home at this rate if stayed put. Cursing, he pulled all the power he could before releasing the freezing curse. Knocking the creatures back a good distance and freezing them temporarily. His free hand shakily reached up, grasping tightly onto the necklace his partner had given him. Calling upon their power he teleported himself back to the base.

Error Headcanons;

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ikuh2WIw4w6aiwgBnmAenOjFsKAvLyCq5rw_7tHUmLg/edit?usp=drivesdk

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This universe had two rival Empires. One ruler was the dark and sadistic Nightmare. The second was run by his twin brother, the bright and full of sunshine Dream. The two of them were complete opposites of one another and did tend to have intense battles going on between them. They disagreed on everything, its why they split this universe in half. Quite literally too. They both had their share of land, a large border wall separated the two empires. Nearly making it impossible for anyone to escape either one. Every monster had their side. Well, besides one. There was one monster that wasn't in either empires and not on any side. He stayed away from all of that, hiding away in his own small cottage in unclaimed territory. It was peaceful there. No battles nor any monsters to bother him. None of them dared to step foot in these parts as the rumors of a powerful, deadly monster lived there. One that had sent many running back terrified and warning others about him. At least when he was feeling merciful. Others didn't make it back. This monster was a skeleton, one that really shouldn't have ever existed. He was a glitch, a mistake, an *error*. His name was Error. What a fitting name for someone like him right?

He had his own title, one that had been given to him long a go. His title was 'Destroyer of Universes' which had long been earned. Many universes had fallen to him. Ones that were abomination! They weren't suppose to ever exist! Error had faced against many, but none had ever lived to tell the tale. Well, besides one skeleton. *Ink*. He knew where he was. The other had long taken sides with Dream, working with him to keep the peace that Nightmare and his trio tried so hard to destroy. What was one of the many things that idiot did to piss him off was continuing to come around and bother him about joining Dream. Error had refused over and over again. Like hell he was getting evolved in any of this crap! If he went to one side he made enemies, no matter which one! He was not in the mood to have to fight more monsters off alright!? Of course, Ink wasn't the only one to bother him about this. Nightmare's Killer bothered him about this too. Could he never get any damn peace!?

Lamb goes into a heat, needs help. Pretty simple. This is the first one he's had in awhile since he had been far too busy fighting for his cult and his life on a daily basis. Now with everything settled for now its finally hit him again. I'm looking for really any characters. The Bishops, Followers (Any Animal Types or even Witness / Guardian Forms), The One Who Waits / Narinder, Aym, Baal, ect. The animals will be hyrbids. So, humans with animal ears, tails, and horns if they have them.

Now the Lamb's name will be Lazarus, just fits the whole cult thing to me. Its not rare for his followers to know his name though they do stick to 'Leader' a lot. His age is unknown and with the new label of 'newborn god' I can safely say he is immortal now as well. Of course he is short and small, but by now its know his looks are quite deceiving. He probably reaches to be 5'3 to 5'4, so probably the shortest of the cult. I do not mind if whoever you play as is much taller. His eyes use to be dark brown until he took the crown and now they stay a beautiful cherry red color. His skin is a darker tone, I would say it is an espresso tone. His hair is still pure white. Its short, fluffy, and curly.

Now Kinks, I am open to anything BUT unsanitary (scat, piss, ect) ones and extreme (gore, vore, ect). My personal ones are Size Difference, Light Cum Inflation, Belly Bulge, Praise, Degradation, Pet Names (Masc + Fem), Collars + Leashes, Marking + Claiming, Hair Pulling, and Light Bondage. Let me know of your kinks and limits upon answering. If any in my list makes you uncomfortable or are not liked let me know.

Lamb Reference;

https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f6/e8/b3/f6e8b3aa6511410d52543eb211c27a6c.jpg

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It had been nearly an entire day since anyone had seen their leader. The lamb hybrid had been locked away in his personal quarters, shouting at anyone who tried to come in. Concern and anxiety flooded through the cult. Many thinking the worse that their leader was on his death bed even though since gaining his new title as 'newborn god' he had long become immortal. Death was something that could not keepnhim down, no matter the severity of a wound or illness. Of course, others thought with more rationality and assumed he had just gotten ill. None of these were the reasoning of his shut in. In the days before he had began to lead his cult he had gone through these things called 'heats'. A state where he was annoyingly and overly aroused as well as very riled up. It was meant for the time of breeding, but he didn't partake in that as he did not have a folk before. A mere outcast he had been. How those idiots who rejected him looked like fools now as he was alive, a powerful god with a strong following while all of them were dead.

As of present day, Lazarus was stuck on his cot, clothes all complete off. All of them had long been tossed to the side without any thought or care. His body was unbearably hot and uncomfortable. His clothes only had made him feel all that more uncomfortable. He was absolutely miserable right now and cursing that he was stuck having to deal with this hell still. A pitiful whine pulled from his throat as that horrible ache in his gut intensified. He had become a god and yet, he still had to deal with this bullshit!? Ugh! Damn it! His face was buried within his pillow, one hand clutching tightly onto it while his other hand was busy thrusting his thin fingers into himself. His cock was leaking and heavy between his legs. None of what he did seemed to even ease that awful ache!

Sans; Undertale (Comic), Underlust (Sugar Plum), Underfell (Pepper), Horrortale (Blackberry), Nightmare, Underswap (Blueberry), Fell Lust (Red Velvet), Error

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Been absolutely dying to do a roleplay with the rottencrops ship! This will be an au where Nightmare never found Horror. Instead somehow Horror finds his way into Farm's universe somehow. Extremely confused, exhausted, starving and badly injured from his last fight. This will start with Farm (or whatever you wish to name him) finds him.

Headcanons for Horror;

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1HCPI8SVnE3ffWAxE1AhuKgnM1gmjtRf2zbKT_BFlCZ4/edit?usp=drivesdk

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That fight had to be one of the roughest ones he had ever been through. It wasn't anything new having to fight with his life on the line, but god damn! How the fuck was this monster so strong!? There is so much pain pulsing through his entire being. New wounds oozing blood and staining his torn up clothes. He was panting heavily, axe gripped tightly in his hand as he stood above the monster's dust pile. How long had he even be fighting..? As the adrenaline was wearing off he could feel everything else hitting him tenfold. Groaning he wobbled backwards, keeping that tight grip on his axe just in case someone tried to finish him off. He had to get to hiding. His HP was so very low and it'd be way too easy right now for him to get picked off by someone.

What happened next was something he couldn't explain. One minute he is in the dark of the underground then next he is somewhere bright. He remembered wobbling backwards some more, losing more strength in his legs that had him doing. Now he is lying on the ground, its surprisingly soft and warm. Its bright too. How was it bright? What was causing so much light? His eyelight stared up above him, seeing trees lining around him. They weren't like the ones he has seen before. Where was he? This definitely wasn't his underground or any underground for that matter! Was.. was he top side? His head throbbed sharply making him cry out in pain. Shit! Not this too! The light only seemed to make the pain worsen so much more.

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Been craving to play as Underlust Sans for awhile so here I am. I'm looking for any other Sans or Papyrus, the originals or from any au. Sugar Plum is both a submissive and dominant bottom so heads up on that. Also, in the beginning he will have a female ecto body on.

Character Information;

https://docs.google.com/document/d/15CxjuZq_h5l9Z7zCvoySgiF0CYpoPEmWk_0I3belQzQ/edit?usp=drivesdk

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Another day, another dollar. Sugar Plum as quick to do his usual morning routine. Shower, teeth brushed, pull on some clean clothes then pack his outfits for the day. After a quick kiss to his brother's cheek and a 'bye' he was out the door and off to Grillby's for his usually shift. What was his job exactly? Well, it had many names! Entertainer, exotic dancer, and the usual- stripper. Which he didn't mind being called any of those! He made damn good money and had fun doing it!

When he arrived he popped into the club with an excited grin. He quickly went over to the bar greeting Grillby, who was the bestest and most fabulous friend he has! Once he got a quick shot he was rushing to the DJ booth, pulling out a sheet a paper from his bag. Plum let out a hum as he handed his song list to the DJ. He had a variety of songs. Mainly ones that had a good beat to it that he could easily get into. He flashed a smile to the DJ before he darted off to the dressing room to get changed into his outfit for the night. One he had just bought and couldn't wait to put on! It was just absolutely amazing! There was a one piece fishnet suit that went over a two piece type of bikini. All this nice deep purple that he adored. A cute black leather collar went around his neck that had jeweled 'good girl' spelled on it. What finished the outfit off was a nice pair of black knee high platform boots. They looked so good on his legs!

His name was announced to be taking the stage and he knew it was time to get out there. Plum did a quick check in the mirror, smirking at how gorgeous he looked. Oh, his fans were going to *love* this outfit! His pretty tits were on display, you could see his nipples through the fabric of the top. The bottom well- He giggled, as it showed everything down there was well. Yep, they were going to love this! His name once again called and he quickly rushed to the stage. His purple heart shaped eyelights met with the DJ's and his first song started playing.

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I got a cute mix of an idea I want to do. I love Underswap Papyrus and I thought it would be cute to do some skelepreg/family fluff with him. Papyrus will be the one pregnant. I would say they're a bit older and all the resets are done for good. Our characters really want to have kids and have also been together for quite awhile. They've tried and tried with no success which has upset Y/C greatly, but one morning while getting ready Stretch sees well he has an ecto-belly and there is two little souls floating in it. Yep! He's pregnant with twins! This will be a cute fluffy kind of Roleplay and maybe a little bit angst with Pap's remembering the resets and probably a little on edge about it happening again and losing their babies. Anyways! They'll have a girl and a boy! We can come up with names when you connect if you want!

Pics of babies when born-

Reference to Stretch (Yes he has freckles scattered all around his bones somehow, they're just too cute! He has them all over his body along with the nasty scar / crack along his ribcage from the resets. It goes from his left shoulder down to the end of his right rib. He even has a tail, just a longer tail bone lmao);

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It was really hard seeing his partner so upset like this. "We can just keep trying. I know it'll happen soon." He always reassured his lover with a tight hug. Having kids meant so much to them and it was difficult watching the continued fails they were having. It wasn't his partner's fault. His soul had been damaged from the resets which he knew was the reason why this wasn't working. It was all his fault. The next morning was the same routine. Y/C checked and nothing was there, he grew upset and Stretch comforted him. He continually started to feel worse each time this happened. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He murmured holding his lover tightly to him. It made his soul hurt so much.. All he wish he could do was take this pain away.

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I've been watching videos on youtube on Dreamtale and I had an idea of Nightmare somehow reverting back to his old self Nightlight aka Night. He doesn't know how it happened and in his panic he left where he was (away from the murders boys) and off to find his brother Dream for help. They have been enemies for centuries now or at least Nightmare has been against Dream. We know Dream just wants his brother back and finally he gets that wish. We will start with the two reuniting. If you wish to play as any other Sans be my guest.

Nightlight/Night (freckles and moon on cheek, outfit is still the same)

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Things felt extremely off when Nightmare started to rise back to consciousness. His body felt lighter, warmer, and weaker. What the hell was going on? Carefully he forced himself up from his laying position, frowning deeply when he didn't feel the weight of his tentacles. Turning his head he felt his soul sink. They weren't there!! Snapping his head back forwaed his eyelights were quick to lock onto his hands. Pure white and skeletal. No goop or slime insight. "What the fuck!?" He yelped, shooting up out of his bed and quickly looking down at himself. His body, his clothing! What was this!? He hadn't looked like this in a LONG TIME! How did this even happen?! He quickly started looking around his room. There was no sign of anyone having entered. No one dared to unless they wanted to be dusted. Shit, he couldn't stay here! Not like this! Gritting his teeth he forced his magic to thrum through his bones and into his right hand. With one motion he opened a portal to where he hoped was a certain someone could help him.

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What this roleplay will be about is accidentally pregnancy. Pepper (aka Underfell Sans) finds out he's pregnant the hard way. He always has an ectobelly (chubby boi), but one day he finds a tiny little soul floating within it. The soul will soon grown into a babybones later on! I'm looking for anyone to play as any Sans or any Papyrus. Any of the Alternate Universes are welcomed!

Reference Pic for Pepper;

https://cdn.weasyl.com/~leaphy/submissions/1341695/01756f4dc1695e691843971628852c8720675e55377d41b63d2735ee2f23dbb8/leaphy-undertale-underfell-sans.png

Headcanons; Pepper always has an ectobelly or well ectobody. Its like an armor to keep his already fragile bones (hes got a lot issues with 'em) safe. It goes under into his ribcage (protecting his soul too) and goes down to where his knees are. His ecto-tongue is pierced with a gold barbell. His bones are littered with cracks (scars) from past battle injuries. Yes, he does have the large one slashed across his ribs from Frisk. The one on his skull did result in him losing a fang which led to the gold one being it's replacement. His left eyelight is always red due to said injury as well. His right one is strictly white or sometimes even gone. That doesn't mean he can't see out of it.

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It was suppose to be a just the ususal type of day. Get up, take shower, get dressed then get his ass to his station. Well, he had managed to get the first too done. Pull his ass out of bed then stumble his way into the bathroom to get a shower going. Which he did finish and went back into his bedroom. Yet, when he walked in front of the fully body mirror he had something caught his eye. It wasn't unusual for him to have an ectobody. It kept his fragile bones safe. The warmth of his magic helped with most of the aches and pains he had as well. Anyways, Pepper could see there was something floating within his ecto-belly. He rubbed his sockets first, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. When he removed his hands they were still there. "What the fuck..?" He leaned closer to the mirror, focusing on the object. What he saw made him run cold.

It was fucking heart shaped. Pepper swayed, hand clutching onto his head. He suddenly felt dizzy, lightheaded.. It felt like ice cold water had been poured over his entire body. It was a fucking soul! Which.. which meant- "Oh *fuck*," He rasped out, knees buckling under him as shock rocked through his entire system. No, no, No, NO! THIS COULDN'T BE HAPPENING! It felt the world was ending. It actually felt like the world was ending! What was he going to do? This wasn't planned! Not by a god damn long shot! His breathing started to get erratic, his body started shaking. Pepper is thrown out of his thoughts when he heard the front door shutting. Shit! That was was them! Cursing he forced himself up onto his shaky legs and quickly yanked on his clothes. Breathe. Just breathe. They can't find out. Not yet. He doesn't- He can't handle losing them.

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Alright, so I am a Sans role-player looking for another Sans from au, his Papyrus or a Papyrus from an AU. I got an idea where Sans finds a baby skeleton and because he raised Papyrus he ends up taking the baby home without hesitation. So we'll start off with Sans finding the baby and then coming home to y/c then y/c reacting.

I will warn you, how I play Sans out is very different. Still the lazy, chill skele-dude who cracks lame jokes but behind that mask is the true Sans who is still suffering from everything he went through with Chara (multiple resets, watching/finding Papyrus dead, etc..). He will have a scar/crack going through his ribs where he had been hit. His soul is even damaged from it too. So this maybe a thing that pops up into the Roleplay later on. I will also call Sans Comic just so if you play another Sans it'll be easy to figure out who is who.

Also here's the picture of the baby bones:

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Comic let out a small yawn as he was making his way to his station near the edge of town. It was pretty early in the morning and honestly he wondered why he even took the earliest shift of the day. Shaking his head he stuffed his hands into his hoodie pockets and just continued on his way. When he got close enough to his station a soft crying sound reached him. It made him freeze in his steps. A frown appeared on his face as he soon realized that crying sound sounded like a baby. Comic knew that sound way too well. The sound made his soul twisted with worry and a bit of panic. Who would leave a baby out here in this cold?

Without any hesitation he rushed forward, quickly trying to find the source that was making the sound. It took merely seconds before he found what it was. His soul would have shattered at such a sorrowful sight. A teary eyed tiny baby skeleton was wrapped in a purple blanket settled in a worn looking basket. They were crying their soul out desperately looking for a someone to comfort them. Within moments Sans had the infant in his arms and was holding them protectively against his chest. The baby barely looked a day old! Who would abandon their child? Wait, how was there even another skeleton? That couldn't be possible! Those thoughts were quickly dashed out the window the moment the baby's wailing filled his head. "Okay, okay.. You're alright." He murmured to them. They were so small. Way more smaller than Papyrus had been.

Warning! Roleplay will contain PTSD (from resets and abuse from his younger brother), Abuse (mentioned/ in past). If this still interests you message me on discord at 2tiredgal

Playing as FellSwap Pap who finds out he's pregnant. The most timid, anxiety ridden Pap I know of. This is due to his awful monster of a younger brother and his deadly universe. I'm looking for any versions of Sans or Papyrus. I will not take his own brother. I welcome any of our skelebois! I will be calling FS!Pap Hickory so if you play another Papyrus we won't get confused. Also, like I said before Hickory has been through some shit so his reaction all of this isn't going to be at all great. Another warning Hickory has a LOT of scars (aka cracks on him). Many scattered about all over his bones. The main two that are the most noticeable are the on on his skull (going above his left eyesocket down to his teeth which made him loose one of his fangs) and the one going across his entire ribcage (from his top left to his bottom right).

Reference Pics;

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Having kids was never something Hickory had ever thought he would do. Raising his brother had been enough for him, but also his universe was very unsafe for any child or infant. It was violent, aggressive, and everyone was always at each other’s throats. It wasn’t a great place to be which is why he never allowed his boyfriend to step foot outside of his house when the other came to visit. He was too frightened of some monster attacking them and they either ended up injured o-or worse!

They had been together for three years now going on this year. Everything was going very well until Hickory found out he was pregnant. It hadn’t been planned and of course! He was completely and absolutely petrified of how his boyfriend would react when he finds out! Would they leave him? Would they call him awful names? He didn’t know and he really didn’t want to find out! This is why he did what he did. He ran off from his house and his universe to hide from his boyfriend and his brother. God, he didn't want to his brother to ever find out about this! His reaction would be the worst! He didn’t know what to do okay?! This was something he had never planned on having happen to him in his life! Hickory just needed to get somewhere safe and calm to think!

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My brain has been running wild with AUs of lately since I saw 'Blackwatch Hanzo' fanart. My idea was instead of the fight that ultimately ended Genji's life happening the two are approached by Jesse, an invitation to join Blackwatch is given to them both. This is will happen a few days after the head of the clans spoke to Hanzo about dealing with Genji. In this Hanzo actually deeply cares about his brother and loves him (as a brother and so much more), so of course he takes this invitation without a second thought. Breaking free from the Clan will be the only way for them both to survive. I assume the two are in their early twenties at this point since in game Hanzo is 38 and Genji is 35 and it did say it was the 10th anniversary of Genji's "death" when he finally confronted Hanzo. So, Hanzo will be 28 and Genji 25 in this (or can be younger, whatever is preferred). This will start with Hanzo coming back from said meeting.

Relationship wise for these two I see them being very close and having a strong bond. This was of course looked down upon, but that did not stop the two. Of course when the reached teenhood hormones came to be and so much more. More than brotherly love being felt is realized for both parties. Fear, anxiety, and so much more is felt. Soon in this I do wish for them to confess and speak about it. A headcanon I have for noncanon is the two are soulmates. Their dragons helping along with this as the three had long been together before the two brothers were even born. They'll crave for each other, ache to be close and bond again. Its one of the reasons the two brothers are so close. They always crave to be by each other's side. Whether it be themselves, their dragons, or both.

Fair warning if and when smut comes to be I see Hanzo being a submissive bottom so just letting you know now. Kinks can also be spoken about before we begin. I am really open and comfortable with most besides unsanitary stuff (piss, scat, ect.).

Reference Pics for Hanzo's Uniform and Appearance; https://www.deviantart.com/fire-soldier/art/Blackwatch-Hanzo-Overwatch-662041352

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Since their father's death Hanzo had taken on being the head of their family, their clan. It was very stressful and exhausting, but someone had to do it for things to stay peaceful. All his life he had been trained, raised to be the heir of the clan, but never did he think it would be this draining. It definitely doesn't help that he also has to keep a close eye on his younger brother Genji. Genji was spoiled beyond rotten as a child by their father and lived the 'playboy' lifestyle as it had been mentioned before. He truly wished for one of them to enjoy their lives so he continued to allow Genji to do as he pleased, but made sure he was truly safe when he went out. The meeting of the clan leaders came and went. Hanzo had been given orders to get a hold on his brother and change his ways of life. He didn't wish to do that. He didn't wish for Genji to be miserable.

Time went on and soon he was brought to another meeting with them. Demands of him taking action was given. "Something has to be done! The Shimada image will be damaged permanently if you do not put your brother in his place!" Hearing that had anger boiling within him. He was about to speak when another spoke up, quickly shutting him down. "Genji Shimada needs to be gotten rid of. Whether it is by your hand or someone else's is up to you Hanzo." Red had entered his vision and he could *feel* his dragon roaring with the same rage he felt. No harm would come to their brothers! They would not allow it! Trying to keep his composer was difficult, but he managed. His dark brown eyes piercing those that sat in front of him. "If you dare think to have any harm sent my brother's way I will not hesitate to kill you." He snarled out before turning quickly and leaving without another word. A threat from him would be taken wisely.