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narutoinmortalkombat · 7 months

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Naruto Uzumaki: Edenia's Cursed Prodigy

Backstory:

Naruto Uzumaki was born in the peaceful realm of Edenia, a place known for its beauty and serenity. From a young age, Naruto exhibited extraordinary potential for harnessing and controlling chakra, which in Edenia was a mystical energy source with a multitude of applications, including combat.

However, Naruto's peaceful life came to a tragic end when the emperor Shao Khan, after Outworld won ten consecutive Mortal Kombat victories initiated an assault on Edenia. During the attack, Naruto was kidnapped by the sorcerer Shang Tsung and taken to the Flesh Pits, a place of unspeakable horrors where he conducted forbidden experiments.

In the Flesh Pits, Naruto endured torturous experiments, during which he was infused with an essence of dark energy stolen from the Netherrealm. This dark essence merged with Naruto's chakra, causing an excruciating transformation. Naruto's body rippled and contorted as he was imbued with the essence, resulting in his physical form becoming permanently altered.

The most significant and painful transformation was the emergence of a malevolent, red-furred fox spirit with nine tails, known as “Kurama” with an essence that Shang Tsung engraves into his stomach. This spirit granted Naruto immense power, but it came at a great cost, as the agonizing transformation left his body permanently scarred and disfigured.

Naruto, now a reluctant and tormented warrior, was trapped in a never-ending struggle with the dark fox spirit within him. He gained the ability to shapeshift into this fearsome creature, becoming a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. However, the power was tainted by the darkness of the Netherrealm, and Naruto was constantly haunted by the malevolent nature of his new form.

Now, Naruto roams Outworld as a tragic figure, seeking to confront Shang Tsung and free himself from the torment of the Nine-Tailed as Fox's influence. He is a reluctant fighter, torn between his desire for vengeance and his inner battle against the darkness that threatens to consume him.

Ashrah's Pursuit:

After his transformation in the Flesh Pits and the infusion of Kurama's essence, Naruto's existence is perceived as a disturbance in the realms. Ashrah, a former demon of the Netherrealm, has embarked on a mission to purify her soul by hunting down and destroying entities tainted by darkness. Mistakenly believing that Naruto's condition makes him a creature of pure malevolence, she sets out to eliminate him.

Ashrah relentlessly pursues Naruto across the realms, engaging him in numerous fierce battles. Naruto, struggling to control the dark essence within him, attempts to convey his plight to Ashrah, but she remains steadfast in her mission to purify her soul. Their encounters are intense and emotionally charged as Naruto grapples with the internal conflict between his humanity and the malevolent Nine-Tails Fox.

Havik's Manipulation

Meanwhile, the cleric of the Chaosrealm, Havik, becomes aware of Naruto's unique condition and sees the potential for chaos and destruction that lies within him. Havik, always seeking to disrupt order and sow discord, approaches Naruto with a sinister proposal.

Havik manipulates Naruto, convincing him that his newfound power can be harnessed as a weapon against the oppressive Orderrealm. He promises Naruto the means to control the Nine-Tails Fox's dark energy, allowing him to unleash it at will. Naruto, feeling trapped and desperate, reluctantly agrees to Havik's plan, believing it may be his only chance to find peace and purpose in his chaotic existence.

As Naruto becomes entangled in the web of manipulation and pursuit, he finds himself torn between Ashrah's relentless quest for purification and Havik's cunning schemes to unleash chaos upon the realms. His journey in the Mortal Kombat universe becomes a turbulent battle for control over his destiny, with the fate of multiple realms hanging in the balance.

Moves:

Supernatural Edenian Heritage:

Shadow Clone Mastery: Naruto's shadow clones are not only numerous but also possess the same level of strength and skill as the original. This unique ability allows him to overwhelm opponents with sheer numbers and coordinated attacks.

Wind Control: Naruto's control over wind is elegant and powerful, and it's believed by many by his fellow edenians that he is a direct descendent of Fujin, the god of wind. He can create concentrated spheres of wind, such as the "Rasengan," a devastating and unique wind-based attack that he wields with precision and force. It is this power and overwhelming strength that caught Shang Tsung's attention.

Shang Tsung’s Influence:

Enhanced Chakra: Naruto's encounter with Shang Tsung has amplified his chakra to new heights. His chakra is now visibly manifested as a bubbly, red-tinted cloak that envelops him, serving both as a defensive shield and a source of power.

Fox-like Transformation: Infused with Shang Tsung's dark magic, Naruto undergoes a transformation, adopting a more fox-like appearance. His fingers become razor-sharp claws surpassing the likes of tarkatans, as it enhances his close combat capabilities and making him even deadlier in battle.

Increased Speed: Shang Tsung's magic enhances Naruto's speed, allowing him to move at incredible velocities, making it challenging for opponents to track and respond to his movements.

Tailed Beast Bomb: Naruto gains access to the Tailed Beast Bomb, a scorching and immensely powerful energy attack. This attack is so deadly in fact, that it completely skinned alive a shokan in armor with one blast.

X-Ray:

Naruto will start by punching his opponent three times with the third hit being enhanced by Shang Tsung's curse, as he punches them so hard it crushes their chest. Naruto's fox-like appearance takes a hold of him as he slashes away at the opponent with his razor sharp claws deep enough that it crushes their skull. Naruto will finish off by chomping onto their neck.

Fatalities:

(MID RANGE) Naruto in his Nine-Tailed form will combine his wind energy with the dark energy of the nine tailed fox into an extremely devastating rasengan. He will then use it on his opponent's stomach, as the force of the wind cuts through the opponent's body as their organs fly out at the back of their gaping wound, and then their upper body explodes (Kind of like Reptile's second fatality from MK9 with a slight bit of Ermac's fatality second fatality from X with the organs).

* (FAR RANGE) Naruto will completely transform into his nine-tailed form, and fire a tailed beast bomb at the opponent. The enemy will be scorched of all of their flesh, burn marks and all. (Pretty much Scorpian's classic burning fatality but without bones and has the aftermath of Sheeva's skin rip fatality).

#alternate universe #fighting game #mortal kombat #naruto #naruto uzumaki #ashrah #havik #fujin mortal kombat #mk fujin #mk1 #mk1 2023 #naruto shippuden #naruto au #mortal kombat au #uzumaki clan #shang tsung

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daylighteclipsed · 2 years

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Are there any Soriku / sasunaru parallels in particular that make you lose it?

Okay there’s at least 15 that have been rattling around in my brain for months, but this post would be a mile long. So I’m gonna pick out the 7 that slapped me across the face the most upon first going from Naruto to KH. Let’s start with this one cause I sorta mentioned it not long ago:

My Riku / My Sasuke

If I had a nickel for every time a usually cheerful protagonist searching for their broody best friend who tried to kill them snapped because some slimy scientist who likes to play god spoke possessively about their best friend, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice.

Screenshots cannot do this justice. You have to see Sora literally bent over shaking in rage to understand why this is a remotely applicable comparison to Naruto going 4-tailed Kyuubi mode on the bridge… I hit the 10 pic limit, so iykyk… Also interesting how both boys have a demon form that’s triggered by rage, though Sora doesn’t have Rage Form yet in CoM.

The Dark Margin / The Valley of the End

Honestly, what beats finally starting to share your feelings and understand each other after so much conflict, which is meaningfully reflected by the setting — a place where two opposing but complementary forces meet and reconcile? Saying, “I love you,” without having to say it? At peace with dying because you’re finally together? Nothing. Nothing beats this. Together at the end of the world. Together at the end of this life, to walk side-by-side into the next one.

Yin and Yang, babey

Naruto and Sasuke quite literally possess the powers of Yang and Yin, respectively, to save the world. They get these sick sun and moon tattoos. Their chakras — yellow, hot, bright/purple, cold, dark — also reflect this dichotomy. Sora and Riku have the whole Symphony of Sorcery, which is very day, sky, warm/night, ground, cold — visual representations of their complementary heart songs. Their [light and darkness are] Eternal Session. The Gayblade.

What’s nice about Sora and Riku is that it’s more obvious that they work in yinyang, though. During Eternal Session, for instance, they switch between who uses light and dark abilities, whereas Naruto and Sasuke’s chakras are strictly light and dark, respectively.

Taisetsu [na hito]

“When a person has something precious to protect, that’s when they can become truly strong.” Riku and Naruto actually share this parallel — becoming strong to protect their precious people (Sora and Sasuke). This is a core aspect of their characters and respective arcs. It’s pretty self-explanatory.

But this theme applies to Sora and Sasuke, too, as the ones who first show Riku and Naruto this strength of heart — they “save” Riku and Naruto, literally and figuratively, and this is part of what drives Riku and Naruto to return the favor when it’s Sora and Sasuke in need of saving.

Additionally… Sasuke has to kill the person most precious to him to achieve ultimate power but can’t no matter how hard he tries because he loves Naruto more than anything. This is the final tie to his heart, his humanity, that he just cannot sever… Sora spends all of CoM trying to find his most precious person. His memories are completely scrambled by the end and, amidst the chaos and lies, he clings to a singular truth, the only tie he knows is real — a promise to protect his most precious person. A promise, as it would turn out, he exchanged with Riku… Naruto and Riku are the final ties to their hearts and selves. That’s what I’m saying.

Riku and Sasuke laughing

…because of Sora and Naruto :) The two’s earnest foolishness, like making a funny face or still caring about a childhood rivalry on their deathbed, breaks through Riku and Sasuke’s doom and gloom, and for the first time ever we see them laughing! Despite everything that’s happened, everything they’ve done, there are truly some things that never change and some bonds that are unbreakable… It’s unconditional love, Sora and Naruto’s stubborn refusal to treat their beloved friends any differently, that warms Riku and Sasuke’s cold hearts.

Kakkoii

A Japanese term used to describe someone as cool/handsome/good-looking… and the word both Sora and Naruto use when they let slip that Riku and Sasuke are attractive.

Sora does this when he remarks that he’s not as handsome/good-looking as Yozora (though the clothes kind of match), to which Goofy is quick to point out Yozora looks a lot like Riku. In the EN dub, Donald simply agrees — but in JP, Donald actually teases Sora, “Very good-looking, huh?”

In early Shippuden, after Sai is introduced to the team, Sakura remarks that Sai looks a lot like Sasuke. Naruto, who wants nothing to do with Sai, is quick to scoff that Sasuke is way better looking than Sai, before he realizes what he said and quickly tries to backtrack.

It’s also worth noting, in earlier concepts of Sasuke’s character introduction, Naruto’s initial reaction to Sasuke (in this case, after being saved by him) is blushing and thinking, “Sasuke kakkoii…”

“Your hearts are always in tune, so they’re free to sing.” / “I know your heart, and you know mine.”

Homoromantic quotes that more or less mean the same thing… and more or less reveal how both pairings can sense/feel each other in different worlds, dimensions, etc… things that make me crazy. The Naruto series uses chakra connections, while KH has connected hearts. Naruto/Sasuke and Sora/Riku take those connections a step further… basically giving you the series’ equivalent of soulmates.

Each relationship is also the heart of their series. They embody the themes, the messages. They are the emotional core. They are what the story is about… And that story is undeniably a love story, regardless of what kind of love you see it as. ❤️ While there are many parallels between Soriku and SNS, they are by no means the same. But I adore both relationships.

#embraceyourdestiny #soriku #sns #kingdom hearts #naruto #i am SOOOO sorry this took so long like months 😭😭#but i promised I’d finish it! and i did!!#the heart of the story thing is why naruto didn’t end until he reconciled w sasuke #and why kh hasn’t ended yet. bc sora and riku’s story hasn’t wrapped up yet #CoM has big genin sns vibes with repliku #like the VoTE convo before the fight really gets going #the dialogue’s so similar #‘Riku’ (repliku) refuses to go home w sora and insults all their island friends #but sora also recognizes that riku’s being self-destructive and sora refuses to leave without helping him #and much like naruto sora has no qualms over using violence to knock some sense into riku #a big difference between sns and soriku is that sns are like… insane lmfao they are just destructive and crazy #whereas soriku are like… stable-ish #but CoM always makes me wonder - if riku had kept acting cold and self-destructive and stuff - if we would’ve seen a glimpse of #sns-level crazy from sora and riku

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empressofthesunwriter · 6 months

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Obaa-Chan VS Uselessness

Sakura Haruno is and was a character who divided the Naruto Fandom. The most common argument against her was that she was useless. Now what one shall do if you are reborn as her? Our elderly MC for sure will do anything, do not be her!

Or:

An 85-year-old granny and Naruto Fan gets reborn into the Shinobi world as Sakura Haruno. Rejected canon and modeled herself after Mitsuri Kanroji from Demon Slayer.

Chapter 3: Work it

After finishing our lunch at Ichiraku Ramen, Naruto and I headed to the library to do some research. I needed to learn Kenjutsu and then how I could use Breathing Styles.

I highly doubt that something like Breathing Styles exists here.

Naruto the manga was way older than Demon Slayer and was already completed when Demon Slayer started.

Naruto, on the other hand, had no idea what he should do concretely and would follow my lead.

I decided Naruto needed to improve his chakra control. Secretly I would try to find something about the Kagebushin memory transfer, if I told him straight up, even Naruto would wonder from where I knew it.

As we were searching for books, I noticed a familiar figure sitting in the corner of the library.

It was Shikamaru, one of my old classmates who was known for his intelligence and laziness.

And also was the son of the Jonin Commander of Konoha...mmh maybe...?

I walked over to him and greeted him warmly. "Hey Shikamaru, what are you doing here?"

He looked up at me and gave me a lazy smile. "Just killing time, Sakura. What brings you here?"

"I'm doing some research with Naruto," I replied. "What about you?"

"Nothing much," he shrugged. "Just reading up on some strategies for shogi."

“Say maybe you can help us with something.”

“Mmh, sure?”

“Your dad is the Jonin Commander, right?”

He gave me a short nod.

“I heard from my parents that Kagebushin No Justu has some special abilities.”, I lied smoothly. “Sadly they couldn’t remember what, maybe you know...?”

“I just know that you can inherit the memories of the Kagebushin once it was dispelled. Does this help?”

“A lot, thank you!”

I nodded goodbye and went back to Naruto and our search for books.

After finding a few that could help us with our training, Naruto and I left the library and headed to a free training ground.

“Okay, Naruto, I learned something interesting about Kagebushin. Can you make a clone?”

“Sure, Sakura, what did you learn?”, he asked excitedly.

I gave him a secretive smile.

“It’s better when I show you.”

So Naruto got ahead and made his clone.

Or clones should I say?

Not one, like I requested, but three.

“Hehe, ups.”

The blond grinned sheepishly, rubbing his neck.

“Indeed, we need to work on your chakra control...okay you clone come with me.”

Clone One, as I decided to call him, followed me a bit away from Naruto and Clone Two and Three.

Then I whispered something in Clone One's ear which would greatly offend him.

Before he could lecture me, I hit him with a kunai dispelling him.

At the exact same moment, Naruto and his other clones got the memory and started shouting.

“How could I member of my team say something so horrible!”

“Sakura you eat with me two times at Ichiraku, how can you say Ramen is the worst!”

“It’s the food of the gods, Dattabayo!”

Smiling I wander over to the offended blonds telling them: “Now how do you know what I said to the other clone?”

All three of them blinked in confusion.

Okay, I need to spell it out.

“When a clone dispels, you inherit his memories, that’s means Naruto that you can learn faster and better than anyone.”

It took them three seconds before they started celebrating and shouting they would become Hokage soon.

“Alright, alright calm down. Now Naruto make as many clothes as you can and we will work on Chakra control today!”

Happily, he followed my request and the training ground was filled with at least over 100 maybe 200 clones.

I divided them into two groups.

One group would do the leaf exercise we had learned at the academy the others and the original would learn with me tree climbing.

Like in canon, I got tree climbing down in one go, which made all the Naruto’s pout, but I reassured him it was thanks to my small reserve that I had such huge control over my chakra.

While he needed to improve his chakra control, I needed bigger revers or when I tried the Kagebushin it would kill me.

So it meant walking down the tree up and down, till I hadn’t any chakra left.

We spent the rest of the afternoon training together.

It was nice having someone to train with who didn't judge me for being weaker physically than them.

As the sun began to set, we made our way back into the village.

I was nearing chakra exhausting, while Naruto, after slowly dispelling his clones, could also do the tree climbing.

We both celebrated.

Tomorrow after our first mission, we agreed to train more and I promised him, we would try water walking.

But for now, I was just happy that I had found a friend in Naruto and had started building a strong foundation for our team's success.

We waved goodbye to each other and walked to our respective homes.

It was night and I was standing in my room. I had an old training sword out of wood from Kizashi in my hand.

Turn out he had tried his hand at swordmanship when he was young but it hadn’t been for him.

Thankful he didn’t throw out the wooden sword.

Till I got a real Katana this was all I could practice with.

Careful I let the Chakra flow all over my body, especially in my lungs.

I could feel how they expanded more and got stronger.

I was going the right way it seemed.

Then I took a deep breath and began to move the wooden sword in fluid motions.

I would try Breathing Styles when I was out in a training field and not at home where I could break stuff.

The sound of it cutting through the air filled the room. I focused on my technique, making sure each movement was precise and intentional. As I continued to practice, my mind drifted to the day when I would finally hold a real Katana in my hands.

But for now, this training sword would have to do. I knew that mastering the basics with this simple tool was crucial before moving on to something more advanced. With each swing, I could feel myself getting stronger and more confident.

Hours passed by as I trained, lost in my own world of focus and determination. When I finally put down the wooden sword, sweat dripping down my face, I knew that I had made progress.

And tomorrow, I will pick it up again and continue on this path towards becoming a true swordsman.

I woke up early the next morning, eager to continue my training. I grabbed the wooden sword and headed outside to the training field. The air was cool and crisp, perfect for a morning practice session.

As I began my warm-up exercises, I couldn't help but think about how we would start the stupid D-Rank missions today.

Chores not more was that!

I still wonder what they were good for, there had to be a reason behind it. Besides keeping the Genin in a safe place, where they could use their skills without killing themselves or others.

I focused on my breathing as I started my practice routine, moving through each technique with precision and grace. The sound of the sword cutting through the air was like music to my ears, each strike bringing me one step closer to mastering this ancient art form.

Then it was time to meet up with Kakashi-Sensei, Sasuke and Naruto to get our Mission aka. A chore for the day from the Hokage.

The disappointment of Naruto and Sasuke as we got the mission was funny. They really thought we would be protecting a princess or assassinating a corrupted Daiymo.

As we arrived at the client's house, I could see that they were grateful for our help and eager to explain the task at hand. It was a simple job - guarding their shop while they went out of town for the day - but it still required focus and attention to detail.

We took turns patrolling the perimeter, keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity or potential threats. And even though nothing eventful happened during our shift, I felt proud knowing that we had done our part to protect the village and its citizens.

As we returned to the Hokage's office to report on our mission, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over me. Maybe D-Rank missions weren't so bad after all - they were just another opportunity for us to prove ourselves as capable ninjas and valuable members of the community.

Or maybe it was just funny seeing Naruto and even Sasuke, albeit quietly complain about their first mission.

Kakashi-Sensei gave us an eye smile. “I’m proud my cute little Genin. We will meet tomorrow at the same time and get our next mission.”

And with that, he shushed away.

Sasuke walked home, not wanting to spend time with us.

I really need to come up with something so we can bond and make Sasuke stronger too.

I don’t want him to go to Orochimaru, just no, if we can avoid this a lot of later headaches get stopped.

Like yesterday Naruto and I had lunch, this time I dragged him to a Dango-Shop, too much ramen wasn’t good and then we trained together again.

Water walking was on the program and I was glad I told Naruto to take his swimwear with him, even with his clones he landed often enough in the water.

I was wearing a bathing suit too and, yeah, amazing chakra control, but the water was something different.

I needed more time to get it down.

At the end of the day, we were wet as freshly washed clothes, but water walking was down on our list too.

Amazing how Naruto excels with the right guidance.

I pat myself mentally on the shoulder.

And for a few weeks, this was my life.

My daily routine had become quite predictable - morning training with my wooden sword, followed by a D-Rank mission with Team 7, lunch with Naruto, and then more training in the afternoon.

However, I knew that I needed to mix things up if I wanted to keep improving.

I decided that I needed to bond more with Sasuke and find a way to make him stronger as well.

Maybe we could train together on our own time or find a common interest outside of missions.

As for Naruto, he was progressing rapidly under my guidance and we were now working on our fighting skills.

But first, it was time for my morning training session. I grabbed my wooden sword and headed outside to the training field. The cool morning air felt refreshing as I began my warm-up exercises before moving on to my techniques.

Later that day, we received another simple D-Rank mission - babysitting.

It wasn't the most exciting task but it gave us an opportunity to work together as a team.

Also, it was funny how the little girl was full fangirl for poor Sasuke.

I tried my best not to laugh at his misfortune, while Naruto openly laughed.

He stopped when little Kari-Chan kicked him in the balls.

Autsch.

After completing the mission, I decided to take Sasuke and Naruto out for some onigiri at a local shop.

It was important for us to bond as teammates and friends outside of missions.

I bet the Uchiha only came along because it was one of his favourite foods, besides tomatoes.

It was good that I still remember these little things from the Databooks.

I won’t lie it was awkward for all three of us.

Naruto and I already were the bested of friends, he even started to call me Nee-Chan, while Sasuke couldn’t connect with either of us.

He just ate his onigiri and then left.

In the following days, Naruto and I continued our training in fighting skills.

Naruto's progress was impressive but Sasuke still seemed distant from us.

I knew that we needed to find a way to connect with him on a deeper level if we wanted him to stay loyal to Konoha.

Overall, my life had become centered around training and missions but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Every day brought new challenges and opportunities for growth as a ninja.

It was so much different than my life before. I loved my life and my kids and grandchildren, yet having a second chance to live in such a fantastic world was something else.

Then came the day, I tried the Breathing Style.

My target was a simple wooden pole.

Trembling I hold my wooden sword in my hands.

This is it.

I let the chakra flow, take a deep breath and rush up to the pole.

“Total concretion! Love Breathing!”, I shouted getting closer and closer to my target. “First Form: Shivers of First Love!”

Two things happened.

With the help of chakra, the attack worked exactly like Mitsuri’s one in Demon Slayer, the single slash that winds through the target, hitting multiple areas with one slice.

The wooden pole was now a lot of little sticks.

And the second thing that happened...the technique was too much for my practice sword.

It turned into campfire sticks.

Damn it!

Well, at least I had the proof that Breathing Styles worked!

I just need a Katana now.

A Katana, which is really pricy.

I sign and check my hand for splitters.

Where should I get a Katana?

I decided to ask around for a good place to purchase a Katana.

I asked some of the older ninjas in the village and they recommended a blacksmith who had been making swords for generations.

I made my way to the blacksmith's shop and was greeted by an elderly man who introduced himself as Tetsuo.

He showed me some of his finest work and I was amazed by the craftsmanship.

I explained that I needed a Katana for training purposes and he nodded understandingly.

He showed me a few options that were within my budget and I finally settled on one that felt right in my hands.

It was beautifully crafted with intricate designs etched into the blade.

As I left the shop, I couldn't help but feel proud of my new acquisition.

It was a symbol of my dedication to becoming a true swordsman and it would serve as a reminder of all the hard work and training that lay ahead.

The next day, I met up with Naruto and Sasuke at our usual spot before heading out on our mission. As we walked towards our destination, Sasuke noticed my new Katana and raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Where did you get that?" he asked curiously.

"I went to see Tetsuo, the blacksmith," I replied proudly. "He's been making swords for generations."

Sasuke nodded approvingly, seemingly impressed by my choice of weapon.

For once, there seemed to be some common ground between us.

As we completed our mission for the day, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this newfound sense of camaraderie between us.

We still had a long way to go before we could truly call ourselves a team, but this was definitely progress in the right direction.

#Naruto FF: Obaa-chan VS Uselessness #own character #naruto series #naruto x hinata #naruhina #naruto shippuden #naruto universe #naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #kakashi hatake #team 7 naruto #hinata hyuga #isekai #haruno sakura

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thekeynumber3 · 1 year

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I was clearing my mind using a technique I haven't used in years..my pen and paper..thought I would share...

I made peace with God, Jehovah, and Allah. It consisted of all my blah blah blah and hoopla Sent up my request, inquiries, and sorrows Begged for a change, in exchange for a positive tomorrow

Admitted my faults, conquered my lows, retrieved my strength in escrow, and forgave my foes I balanced chakras to become one with my tundra, binaurals playing in my genre while whispering my mantra

What else do I need to wipe my slate clean, get a change of routine, and live like a queen glamour shots and fine cuisine?

That's the life I once dreamed of in my teens. Repeatedly living in this nightmare the thirteen, broken mirrors and endless screams.

Anchored to this plane, I lost my mind. Overcame with demons entities of all kinds.

Promised nothing, but missed opportunities. Muted my soul I call that a tragedy. An increasing number of self-mutilated casualties. Disguised in inferior priorities and another bad activity.

Drugs, sex, and ego lead to nonverbal fights. Fuck who wins, lies deceit and manipulation always trumps wrong over right. This is my Wunderland right?

Is that a sign, a guiding light? Full moon Magick, or an astrologer's insight.

Prophecy from those with heightened sight? Voices from the pulpit, led the church to recite, an interpretation of the Holy book another version, rewrite.

Well, that's enough for tonight, body and soul it's time to unite, any memory of this, hidden from plain sight. The conscious brain has taken flight. No higher mind self talks it's not polite.

#spirituality #esoteric #alchemist #poetry #poetic #my truth #lucid dreaming #subconciousmind #writing #writers on tumblr #my thoughts

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impossiblycolorfulpanda · 2 years

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Azulaang - chakras part 5

Aang: “Alright now this next chakra-”

Azula: “Not so fast. There’s something I need to say first. The way I lost myself earlier. I’ve never done that before, I was told never to do that because it was considered weak and embarrassing. But after it happened, it felt good, it felt like a huge weight was lifted and you never judged me, not even a little. So...thank you for that.”

Aang smiled and nodded.

Aang: “The fifth in the chain is the Sound Chakra, It deals with truth and is blocked by lies. The ones we tell ourselves.”

Azula: “Oh great.”

Azula sighed but focused.

Ozai: (I hope I wouldn’t have to tell you this but before your mother left us, she wanted you know that to her, you’re nothing more then a monster. (next image) Your treacherous uncle chose to betray his own son instead of avenge him, he’s pathetic and contemptable, do not trust him. (next image) Avatar Roku has betrayed the fire nation and sought to destroy it while the other three nations have joined him. Your great-grandather Sozin made it his mission to stop him and the other nations and we’d finally share our greatness to the world.)

Lo: (Almost perfect.)

Li: (One hair out of place.)

Azula: (Almost isn’t good enough.)

Back to reality.

Azula: “It was all a lie! I dedicated my life to a bunch of lies told to me by my own father! He told me that ‘almost’ will never be good enough! I had to be perfect at all cost! He piled false sins upon you and the rest of the world! He wasn’t even my real father, he was that demon, Vaatu, who corrupted my great-grandfather and planned on destroying the world, not rule it! My entire existence is based on a lie!”

Aang: “If it’s any consolation, Azula, my nation wasn’t the perfect utopia I thought it was either. They began losing their spiritual ways, they took their isolations for granted and they planned on using me as their weapon. Only Gyatso and Guru Patik understood the errors of my people’s ways and truly understood the air nomad way. Gyatso even though I was wise to run away.”

Azula: “That...actually is consolation. My people are to blame for the destruction of your people. I give up on that journey. I am truly sorry for what you have gone through. May the world one day forgive me the way you and Zuko have.”

Azula opened her truth chakra.

Aang: “Good job, Azula. Only two more left.”

#azaang #azulaang #aangzula #chakras #spirit bond #atla #truth #lies

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Even more update on my future Charasuke x Menma series.

Part 3

Charasuke has a little reunion with Menma. But, it’s not like when Team 7 had theirs with Sasuke. In my version. Only Charasuke and Menma run into each other. They also run into a random Uchiha who tries to attack Menma and bring him back to the Leaf village.

Unknown Uchiha: You think you can beat me, huh? *activates Sharingan and is about to wield the hand signs for a fireball jutsu*

Charasuke: *grabs his hands tightly and prevents him from wielding the proper signs* Stop it!

Unknown Uchiha: Get your hands off of me, Father Killer!

Charasuke: *freezes in shock*

Menma: *eyes widen*

Unknown Uchiha: You killed your own Father. 2 months ago. Hmph, he was going to launch a Coup d'état on the Leaf village and you thought stopping him would avoid a war between us and the Hidden Leaf village. What a childish idea. The fact is, you’re a murderer.

Charasuke: That’s not true! It’s just… I…

Unknown Uchiha: How lucky for you that no one ever found out. Shisui, Itachi, Mikoto and all the adults lied to protect you.

Menma: But, all the reports said his suicide was a protest against the village.

Unknown Uchiha: A big fat lie. All of it!

Menma: Why?

Charasuke: I didn’t have any choice! If I didn’t the Uchiha clan would’ve-

Unknown Uchiha: That’s how you justify it in retrospect? Well, it explains your death wish!

Charasuke: *gasp*

Unknown Uchiha: You wanna save people’s lives? It’s your own wretched soul you’re trying to save. That’s why you’re always charging into danger. Placing yourself on the edge of death!

Charasuke: *goes into shock and starts hyperventilating*

Unknown Uchiha: You’re no hero! You’re just trying to wipe the blood off your hands.

Charasuke: *starts crying hysterically*

Unknown Uchiha: A little brat begging to die. *Pulls out kunai knife and is about to stab him in his heart*

Menma: *goes into Demon Fox mode. He’s surrounded by red chakra and 6 of the 9 tails are out. But, he’s in control.* YOU!!! NEVER SPEAK AGAIN!!!

Unknown Uchiha: WHAT? NO!!!

Menma: *Appears in front of him and starts clawing at him and punching him until he’s dead. Nothing more but, a disfigured and bloodied corpse laying on top of his own pool of blood*

Charasuke: *stops crying and turns to stare at Menma’s sympathetic look*

Menma: *stares sadly at the shaken Charasuke*

Charasuke: *runs up to Menma and hugs him* I just… I just…

Menma: *wraps his arms soothingly around his back*

#charasuke x menma #sasuke x naruto #charasumen #sasunaru #Okay I think this would just suit Sasuke. Like his own version of how to avoid the Coup d’état.#code geass season 1 episode 16

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spiritamongdarkness · 2 years

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[Naruto] Profile - Akari

Date First Thought of/Created: November 27th, 2013 Date First Drawn: April 2014

Why did you create them? Akari was created as a way to cope from my severe depression after my grandfather’s death. It started out as daydreams of someone like me who struggled with their 'darkness'. After I rejoined the Naruto fandom and discovered my love for Orochimaru and Kabuto, I gave her form and made her a Sound Ninja.

What is the origin behind their pairing? I rediscovered my fondness for Sasuke the next summer and I wanted to pair her with him. It fit so perfectly since he would join Orochimaru, and she could relate to his pain. They became something of a comfort pairing to me that I would work on whenever I was upset.

Theme Song(s): (Pairing) Whispers in the Dark by Skillet

Introduction

Quote: Undecided

Full Name: Akari (Uchiha)

Name Meaning: (aka) meaning red, and (akari) meaning light

Kanji: 灯

Nickname(s), Alias(es): The Shadow of Otogakure, the Jinchuriki of the Sound Village, the Multi-Tails Jinchuriki

Affiliation: Naruto to Early Shippuden - Otogakure (the Village Hidden in the Sound) Boruto - Konohagakure (The Village Hidden in the Leaves) and Otogakure

Clan / Family: Pre-Series to The Last - Unknown Oc Clan Boruto - Uchiha Clan

Kekkei Genkai: Chakra release

Ninja Rank: Naruto to The Last - Unregistered Boruto - Special Jonin

Gender: Female

Birthdate: March 20th, 0 NTA (Nine Tails Attack)

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Age: Naruto – 12 to 13 Shippuden – 16 to 17 The Last – 18 to 19 Boruto – 30 to 31

Birth Place: Konoha

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Hair Color: Deep blood red

Hair Style: Long hair going past her shoulders and bangs that frame her face

Eye Color: Cool turquoise

Height: Naruto - 4ft 9in (146.3 cm) to (147.2 cm) Shippuden - 5ft 5in (166.1 cm) The Blank Period - 5ft 8in (174.4 cm) Boruto – Unknown

Tattoos/Birthmarks/Scars: An incomplete jinchuriki seal on her abdomen with the Five Pronged Seal (the Five Elements Seal) placed over it

Blood Type: A negative

Classification: Jinchuriki, Sensor Type, Medical-Nin

Tailed Beast: Oi the Multi-Tails

Status: Alive

Occupation: Boruto - N/A

Relationships

Relationship status: Shippuden - In a serious relationship Boruto - Married

Love Interest: Sasuke Uchiha

Past Crush / Love Interest: Sasuke

Mother: Mitsu (deceased), a civilian medicine woman

Father: Hiroshi (deceased), a Special Jonin from the Hidden Leaf

Sibling(s): a half brother on their mother’s side, Kabuto Yakushi

Children: Boruto - three sons, Issei, Moyasano, and Airashii, and a daughter Takane Uchiha

Other Relatives (Blood or Adopted): Orochimaru (like a father), Kana (Oc niece by dna), Mitsuki (nephew by dna), Itachi Uchiha (brother-in-law), Aki (Oc sister-in-law), Miyako (Oc niece), 2 Unnamed Oc nieces, 2 Unnamed Oc nephews

Pets: A white snake named Hakken

Friends: Naruto – Kimimaro Shippuden – Suigetsu Boruto – Naruto

Enemies: Danzo Shimura, Obito Uchiha

Personal

Favorite Food: Yaki gyoza (pan fried dumplings)

Least Favorite Food: Octopus or squid

Wants: To be loyal to those who have been good to her despite what she is, and to repay Lord Orochimaru and Kabuto for all they have done for her, to find some kind of happiness

Fears: living a nightmarish existence always hiding from what lies within her, not being able able to fight off her demon anymore, accidentally harming someone close to her, losing someone again, that she will eventually have to choose sides between Orochimaru and Sasuke

Hobbies: Nature watching

Likes: • Subtle sweet gestures • Sitting together even in silence

Dislikes: • Disrespect being shown to her superiors • Overthinking • Being out in the open

Ninja Details

Superiors: Orochimaru and Kabuto

Team: Naruto – Orochimaru and Kabuto Shippuden – Team Taka Hebi Boruto - N/A

Missions Completed: 0 D-Rank, 3 C-Rank, 7 B-Rank, 1 A-Rank, 0 S-Rank

Mission Assignments / Tasks: Assassinations, surveillance, doing tasks for Kabuto when he can't get away

Chakra Nature: Earth Release, Water Release, and Yin Release

Strong Against: Other shadow or yin release, Genjutsu, average Taijutsu, Earth Release

Weak Against: Fire Release, Lightning Release, bombs

Jutsu: General medical ninjutsu, shadow manipulation, distorting or corrupting other chakra natures

Ninja Tools: Kunai only

Backstory: [To Be Continued...]

(Akari is my Oc. Profile template designed by me)

#profile #akari #naruto oc #sound ninja

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Just visited the spirit guardian realm was nice I felt the energies of the things I interacted with then went through a tunnel with stairs and stuff just dig out nicely then when I arrived I was instantly met by the Buck Guide he told me I need to make sure they realize it's a war and how much is at stake for them to make them fear me so they actually surrender.

The Bucks name is Caring he advised me to actually use the Angels to ask them to participate and to make the Demon they have authority over to fight too. So I'm going to start talking to the Angels soon and actually have them send there legions and army's after A E Koetting and the others that the Angels know are worthy targets.

So I contacted Mehiel one of the 72 Kabalah angels and he was very willing to help and asked exactly what I wanted done I wasn't exactly sure gave some thoughts then asked him if he was me telling him what he would ask to be done and he made it absolutely clear to treat the war like a real war to utterly destroy them leave nothing to chance secure my path. So I smashed for him to do as he suggested and he said yes he also told me I should get ahold of at least 5 more of the Angels.

So I' I talked to second Angel Laviah and I actually got a few glimpses of her she wasn't sure about fighting for me at first but when I told her I was told to get 5 more Angels from Mehiel she agreed to help and I asked if there was so thing she wanted and she responded an apple so hopefully soon I give her an apple offering I can leave it out for her or feed it to animal. She had a really cool red scarf I asked if I could touch it and felt all great when wearing them scanned it more for what it does and it's Glory and makes you realize your worthy of his love and your position. Not the best wording my memory is still sorta sucky I haven't had my meds lately lol so when talking with her I had something cause my mental image to have negative and we targeted the spirit she asked me what I wanted to do at first I thought maybe just make them agree to not fight exc then I just remembered my counseling and instructions so I said I wanted them to be completely decimated, she said she was glad i didn't relent and that she would work even harder then she would of befor and that my enemies will know to Fear God and to Fear me.

Haaiah is an Angel who's page stated that in 7 days of chaos peace and stability and be obtained so worked out good for who the page brought me to She agreed to fight and while speaking with her about my intentions for her actions and I skipped a few times thinking what if they actually kill one of the Goetia or something like that and she said they wouldn't kill them so that made me feel better and yes she wanted me to tell you she says she will protect this world from the vileness atking it. She wanted grapes.

Mehiel wants a strawberry kiwi Gatorade.

Ierathel. just happened to be the next in line and when talking about helping or not we decided I'd read the basics on him and yes the meaning of his name is God who Punishes the wicked. He also frees you from the slanders and those agaisnt your personal development so seems pretty darn great. He agreed to help and is telling me I'm needed in the battle too so I targeted the enemies and then used the weight of there lies to block there throat chakras. Then I targeted them again and placed order to how they will fall into confusion and delusion false vision then told them to enjoy it for soon they would die, I asked God who punishes the Wicked what he thought and he said he liked it better and he believed me when I told them death would find them. He wants tea with Honey in it

Haamiah she agreed to fight and said she will kill actual people during the battle. It's said she governs all that is related to the divine she wants a Snickers bar unwrapped and left out for her and make sure I use love. I asked her what I should prepare for and she told me for the fun I'm going to have and how much I'm going to enjoy myself while devouring the enemy.

Haamiah wanted me to say that anyone who reads this and doubts will know fear.

Ok this will be fifth but I'll probably do more later VaVaLa is how to pronounce her name she agreed to fight with all her angels and the Demon she rules over she told me to make sure I keep my faith and stay with us and guide people. She said I can give offering of a handful of peanuts. Her message to the people is that Love and only Love is why this is happening

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Maa Kalratri : The Goddess of 7th Day of Navratri

Maa Kalratri is one of the forms of the Hindu goddess Durga, who is worshipped during the Navratri festival in India. She is often depicted as a fierce and dark-complexioned goddess with long, flowing hair and four hands, holding a cleaver and a torch in two of her hands and showing the abhaya and varada mudras in her other two hands.

The story of Maa Kalratri goes back to the time when the demon Raktabeej had become invincible due to a boon from Lord Brahma. Every drop of his blood that fell to the ground gave rise to a new demon, making it impossible to kill him. The gods then turned to Goddess Durga for help.

Goddess Durga took the form of Maa Kalratriand went to battle with Raktabeej. She swallowed him and his blood before it could touch the ground, thus preventing the creation of new demons. Kalratri’s fierce form and the ability to swallow demons whole is said to have terrified even the bravest of warriors.

The importance of Maa Kalratri lies in the fact that she represents the power of destruction and transformation. Devotees believe that worshipping Maa Kalratri can help them overcome their fears and obstacles and empower them with courage and inner strength. She is also believed to protect her devotees from negative energies and evil forces.

Maa Kalratri is also associated with the Muladhara chakra, which is believed to be the centre of stability, grounding, and survival instincts. Devotees of Maa Kalratri believe that meditating on her can help them balance this chakra and find inner stability and strength in times of difficulty.

Mantra:

क्लीं ऐं श्री कालिकायै नम:।

ॐ ऐं ह्रीं क्लीं कालरात्र्यै नम:।

Book Puja At Home, Book Daily Puja & Mantra Japa at Home

#religious #navratri festival #navratri #durga puja

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cosmicangel888 · 10 months

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CELEBRATE - All PLANETARY CORRUPTION is being bathed - 5D Healing & Liberation is our Birthright

And why truth and doing what is right for you know is basic human rights, and what is being done through wounding, pettiness and control, dominance and what is truth, is what is discerning of good will;

Forcing, spell work, manipulation, deceit; will never ever stand - energy is everything - spell work is and seers, light seers, empaths, conduits, psychics feel everything and are shown;

I was shown there are many stealing from me; a group, a false group of those that hide behind title, masked business, church and certainly are nothing but thieves and dark magicians; that fool, bring trickery, falseness into the hearts that were seeking with integrity guidance and simply being spelled into confusion, discrimination to those literally doing the work, offering truth; the same message day one, and bringing deceit, false narratives to someone they have not even known;

The damage caused, the monies, work, content, energy stolen and every moon phase, every seasonal change, you can bet there is spell and ritual work, gang-sex intentions, groups sex intention stealing and harvesting energy - I feel it -

Why I write and offer what I don't - when you do, create, negative black dark magic to force, take, get, manipulate deceit, you can and will be and have all energy returned - it is universal law - if they knew and paid attention to basic human rights, and laws of our universe -

youtube

They are frauds, and hide behind closed doors and call the true leaders and healers false - discern dear ones,

The message, the energy , the vibration - what is truth, conduits offer true source essence and Shekinah;

Here are a few videos for you each to tune into, and where you see, know, hear of fraud, or the false readers and sessions being offered, work being done that is another's work, verbiage - call it;

We are all here to transmute the corruption - there are many that abuse power, title, and the use and knowing of energy and not all serve in the betterment and not all care;

If there is anyone doing spell work, sex work of rituals, and chanting or jar work to hinder someone while another wants what you have earned over lifetimes, and what has been intended;

I have woke up in the middle of night being vibrationally gang-raped; group sex orgies that do what they do to take, intend, and work energy through intentions, giving, praying to entities and demons through harvesting and sacrificing of those in light and those truly of the essence of the divine - why they have to steal and use those of truth;

They have disconnected, they are not running Source through their vessel, nor their chakra's and are not aligned;

Anyone doing spell work, harvesting and using life light, energy, using camera's to stalk, and video without permission, and underground video's, bidding and sacrificing of bidding due to light, energy - knowing - all is illegal, discrimination, fraud, and occult crime;

What you know and what goes on, slight of hand, deceit, and denial will be known, and brought forth; for all is being bathed and truth will prevail and none, not an ounce will be held from what Source will ensure who is of truth;

Healing corruption is for each and every person to stand in their light, truth, and their life experience is worthy to be honoured, valued, and I do have my rights; gang stalking, pressing every aspect of my life through intimidation so that I will not speak what you have done to me, raping and theiving from me and not speak about it and what is done to others that do not have the courage to stand and speak due to fear and entrapment or blackmail -

I will speak -

anyone bring blackmail and entrapment, to block and trap you, to come into your life just before you are about to receive - you know that is red flags and illegal to take, steal, and harvest what they simply choose not to go within and work out - alchemy is alchemy - doing the inner work is doing the inner work - heal.

I deserve what I have learned, earned, and even surviving what I went through - none have any right over my consciousness, charka's or what and how I will receive - none

Source writes this story - God writes this story - target all you want - I will not stand down, I will not silence -

I know what vibrational ritual gang raging, raping feels like - I have my rights, and as a healer, as a profound being of wisdoms - I deserve my equal protection against those that simply choose to not heal - all you have to do is heal - how is that such a challenge and willing to go to jail, loose it all - simply to take a truth teller down that will not resort to deceit and black magic and I am the one that is evil?

youtube

Simply set strong boundaries and keep speaking truth

Truth is truth

youtube

#enlightenment #awakening

#healinghumanity

You clear your karma by being and living in your truth -

The past is done, all is forgiven - but there is no new cycle - the past is done and none have the right to abuse energy, wisdom, information, power, title - none have the right to call a ritualistic harmful cult activities and crossing all human laws, basic human rights, and the karma that the children will take on due to selfish, poor, immature, and petty lifestyles for thieving -

Returna all monies stolen, content, videos, no permissions and approvals, and rights were ever discussed and nor approved - all were arrogant in their judgment, bullying stalking, and spell casting to my death so that inheritance, insurance, and subscribers be shifted - all is being unraveled - that is light, that is the ascension plan, and all will be as it will be - all had choice, and years to alter -

Clear your karma and heal; it is not rocket science -

Heal.

youtube

I will call corruption on it all - I serve the greater good and such communities will fall -

I AM MY OWN BOSS, I WORK FOR GOD, evolutionary programs - I cannot be fired; harassment and false entitlement, bullying, stalking, and intimidation is illegal and I know my rights - I know who I am what my experience is - I will not stand down to the false and thieves of spirit and what is our basic human right;

Crazy is harming an entire community, thieving from the innocent and ruining their life so you are not seen for who you are - spirit is not and the highest self is not aligned when you choose black magic -

Your highest self would never ever ever advise to spiritually rape someone for their life force.

Your highest self would never ever ever advise doing spell work to force confusion, limitation, hell, and ugliness to someone - that is occult crime - never interfere with another's life and health, and wellness - it is being now returned; that is just law - Source is, God is,

Nothing is missed - I have my right to be me and inform, speak, when all chose to consistently and relentlessly come into my life, energy, work, platforms on an hourly basis - these were your choices (#calgarycrime) #calgarycorruption

Love is not doing everything possible and spending 1000's of $$ on spell work to bring an innocent person down for selfish gain - to forcibly come into someone's lane and rip up their life because you want it - and then when they speak on what is going on, you get targeted and punished further - I will not be intimidated - truth is truth and our entire planet is being bathed for all to heal - nothing will trump this evolutionary plan -

We will not remain in corruption - period.

All is surrendered to Source - Source is now the driver - I know who I am - I will rise again, again, that is light, source love, and truth;

Be discerning about the energy, intention, agenda's of those you pray and give to - ain't no selling of your soul worth the damage that spell work and such corruption does. healing is all that is required and though some simply want to take and matter not what and who they hurt -

Truth is truth and those not walking in it will be - energy does not lie.

Truth is

Understand energy and honour the laws of it - or see your own intentions returned -

Celebrate and know we are healing through every time you stand and do and speak, and bring truth; regardless of how challenging it may be, when you bring truth, you will be supported - continue in deceit and manipulation for selfish gain; you will not. IT is that simple.

Know thyself

Celebrate your ability to claim your power, choice, voice - your light is your birthright - all you do to bring light, be light, be truth of your light - this is all you need to create a new reality - is that not worth it?

I know who I am

Truth is

I AM JOANNA

#truth #healing #clearingKarma #healinghumanillness #healingdisorder #healingmentalillness

I AM A HEALER and teacher of what God, Source, 5D humanity is -

#knowing #ascension

#Youtube

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ajthinks · 1 year

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The Magic of Viency

Magic can take a lot of forms. Magic spells, wands, wizards, mage battles, fairies, chi, chakras, potions, spellbooks, runes, mana, familiars, genies, demons, angels, portals, chaotic energy, rigid programming, and a whole other host of things I can’t even think of right now. But magic is one of those things that defines fantasy as a genre. And there’s probably as many magic systems as there are fantasy writers out there. Today I want to discuss that.

So, let’s talk magic systems.

I envision the magic system of Viency to be on the harder side of things, to borrow a term from Brandon Sanderson. Essentially, a hard magic system has explicit rules that it follows, while a soft magic system is more about the wonder & mystique of magic. The system I’ve devised was drafted with specific laws in mind, ranging from when characters get magic to how different types of magical energy interact to actually using magic.

* Mana Types *

Mana isn’t a new word. Far from it. It stems from an ancient concept that mana is a kind of spiritual life force energy thing that is all around us and in everything all of the time. I use the term to describe magical energy that is then used to cast spells (more on that later).

So. Mana types. There are twelve on Viency. You’ve got your basic four elemental mana (air, earth, water, fire). These four are the most physically present in the world. If there’s a big body of water, there’s bound to be a surplus of water mana in the area as well. But having just those four felt a lot like Avatar: The Last Airbender (which is amazing, but not what I’m going for).

I wanted to be able to explore other aspects of the world in a more scientific way…but with magic. So I added day & night to the list. These turned out to be too specific, so they got turned into light & darkness, which are a lot more flexible. And following those, it seemed only natural to add life & death, as well.

Now, I play Dungeons & Dragons (no relation to Dungeons of Danrya), and one of my favorite schools of magic is illusion. There’s just so many nifty things you can do with it. That, and it’s the first thing that comes to my mind when I think of magic: some mage creating colorful sparkles as a kind of parlor trick. So, I wanted to include it. Illusion mana joined the list.

You may have noticed that, up until illusion, we had a kind of pair theme going on. Something I decided early on was to use the idea of annihilation pairs (matter & anti-matter) in magic. Essentially, every mana type has an opposite that, when they come together, annihilate to create raw magical energy (tentative name is arcana or raw mana). This is usually quite destructive. >:)

But, back on track, what’s the opposite of illusion? That stumped me for a bit, but my train of thought eventually lead me to illusions being like lies, and the opposite of a lie is the truth, and that gave me knowledge. This isn’t anything new. It just took me an embarrassing amount of time to come to a conclusion which others had already drawn decades ago.

I was pretty ready to stop here. But I have a physics degree. I don’t use it very often, but I do have it, and it was whispering snide little things in my ear as I tried to sleep. Things like, “How do you get ice? It doesn’t just come from water all alone, there’s a transfer of energy involved!” and “What about random chance? Stochastic processes are responsible for most of the phenomenon we witness!” and “Lightning!” among other things.

So…I added chaos mana to the group. Originally I called it change mana (you know, how things change over time…kind of like evolution in this case), but that wasn’t quite…stochastic-process-y enough. And what’s the opposite of random change then consistent growth (less dino-into-chicken and more kitten-into-cat)? I know, I know. I was struggling here, as you can tell. My brain went from one thing to another before finally landing on something I was happy with: stasis mana. Which, as you’ll see when we get into the descriptions of these mana types, isn’t quite “keeping something the same.” Rather, stasis acts as a kind of enhancer. It makes another mana type more of what it already is. Think of stasis as crystalizing the other mana type. Except for chaos. Chaos + stasis = massive explosion of raw magical energy, since they’re an annihilation pair.

So, we end up with twelve mana types. Thirteen if you count the arcana raw magical energy. For the most part, in story I don’t have characters actually acknowledge arcana as it’s own mana type, since it’s not really a natural magic, but more raw energy that can then be used to power other magics. Historically, though, it has been thought of as a mana type in the ancient past, which has left some impact on the modern day world of Viency. For instance, there is a “thirteenth” hour between the twelve hour day and night that corresponds to the arcana mana.

#Dungeons of Danrya #fantasy #magic system #mana types

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an-ambivalent · 3 years

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Sukuna x Uchiha! Reader

A/N: This is purely for my own self-indulgent purposes -- expanding on this scenario I was daydreaming about. You are invited along to read about my cringefest scenario but only I’m allowed to call it cringe.

Headcanon synopsis: You are amidst fighting Kabuto with Sasuke and Itachi in the Fourth Great Ninja War when the strangest thing happens. Between struggling to stay conscious from the poison that’s slowly eating you alive to trying to focus on the lengthy explanations of never-heard-before jutsus’ between the two emo brothers, the clash of such jutsus teleports you to another world during another fight. There, the line between enemies and comrades is nonexistent. However, one thing is certain: apparently you wear the same face as of a thousand-years-old demon’s deceased lover.

For clarification, you are not related to Sasuke and Itachi because that would mean this “reader” insert has fixed looks of black hair and black eyes. You are from the same clan with abilities like the Sharingan and affiliation to fire chakra nature. But fill in your blanks of whatever you want to look like.

Warnings: This has very minor spoilers about the JJK manga, specifically Sukuna’s abilities. So read at your own risk. It’s just a bunch of OP assholes trying to one up each other ig :P

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The rustic smell of blood is present profoundly in the atmosphere. The heavy rain that is suddenly drenching you, and increasing the heaviness and wetness of your clothes and making them stick disgustingly to your grime skin, does nothing to waft away the awful smell. It washes off some of the dried blood from minor cuts and other injuries you had acquired during your fight with Kabuto, triggering your pain receptors in response and causing stinging and burning of pain. But for someone like you who has already been traumatised from the blood shed you have experienced as a ninja, the revolting smell of blood and the burning pain is nothing new. However, the thing that is new is the rain. It had abruptly replaced the mid-day sun that shone horribly bright. During the war, the clear and sunny weather felt like it was nature’s way to laugh at everyone’s face when they were fighting and barely hanging onto their life. The sudden darkness of the night and the open space you find yourself in, instead of the dark cave you were in just mere moments ago, has your shoulders becoming tensed and your blood flow and heart-beat going faster.

Instantly, your eyes are their notorious deep red colour presented with three black tomes. Your refined shinobi instincts kick in, and you catch the lean and spikey black-haired male that was thrown your way. There is blood trickling down his mouth, and as you held him momentarily, it was easy to deduce that some of his ribcages and other bones were broken, in addition to more serious injuries. Like how milliseconds decisions were required as a shinobi because they determined life or death, the abrupt situation you were thrown into also required it. You carelessly threw him aside as a half-naked pink-haired teen with black markings on his skin, a hole in his chest and blood dripping down his abdomen charged at you.

He aimed a vicious and strong punch to your face, which you avoided by side-stepping. When he repeated the gesture with his other arm, you blocked it with your forearm, before twisting your body at an angle, and delivering a strong kick to his stomach and sending him flying away. Using the new created distance to your advantage, you quickly made the necessary hand-signs with practiced ease, before taking a deep breath in.

“Fire Style: Great Fire Dragon Jutsu,” You exclaimed, as you exhaled a vicious and high temperature dragon head-shaped flame towards your attacker.

Sukuna, currently in possession of Itadori’s body, was internally questioning whether the very few hits that Megumi had landed previously had damaged his brain because there was absolutely no way he had seen her face. There was absolutely no way in hell that a mere human would be strong enough to land a painful kick on him. Evidently, the thought that he had seen her face had made him falter in his concentration so it was probably a lucky hit. But the giant dragon fireball that was currently heading towards his way was not going to be a lucky or a pleasant hit, if he did not counter or dodge it. Attacks with fire meant play-time for Sukuna. So, he simply waited until your attack was mere inches away from him, before he easily manipulated the flames and extinguished them. Then, without any current motivation for more fighting, he started to walk towards you.

Your eyes widened when you saw your jutsu disappear in thin air. Then, when you saw the pink-haired male began walking towards you nonchalantly, your hand automatically went to your back and you unsheathed your sword slightly. Cracks of lightning sparked through it. You stayed grounded on your fighting stance and narrowed your eyes at him, ready to strike should he attack.

The intense cold expression you wore on your face with her familiar features was so strange to see; and usually, Sukuna enjoyed fighting and taunting seemingly stuck-up people like you. Overpowering such humans before burning them to their demise -- it was such a great way to pass his time. But right now, right now, he was infuriated. He was surprised, and somewhere deep down in his dead demonic heart, was a small sense of longing and hope to regain what used to be.

His red magenta eyes dug through you in a fierce glare as he stopped just a small distance in front of you.

“Oi, who are you?”

The corner of your lips twitched up into a smirk.

“It’s customary to introduce yourself before asking for someone else’s name. Surely, you have that much manners?”

Your reply evoked an eyebrow twitch from Sukuna.

“You’re unnecessarily cocky, aren’t you? If you knew who I was, you would know what was good for you. It’s no wonder it’s so tempting to kill you humans.” He remarked easily, and took a step closer towards you.

You raised an eyebrow in question. “Me, a human? You’re talking as if you aren’t one.”

His lips stretched into a wide grin. “Huh, so you can see me and you’re attacking me, seemingly a fellow human without mercy and not actually knowing who I am or what’s going on?”

It was something about the way he was questioning and taunting you like you were a three-years-old kid that made you glare at him. But, there were no hints of deception or lies in his words. And the nagging feeling you felt churning in the pit of your stomach made you know that something was seriously wrong.

“So what are you then, a monster? That’s quite subjective though isn’t it; I kill another to protect myself or my loved one, I’m a human in their eyes. The loved ones of the one I killed in order to protect myself, I’m a monster in their eyes. There’s no difference. Although, why I’m suddenly here and not where I am meant to be... maybe only you can answer that. And if you know who I am, you would know what’s good for you. Answer me or you will regret even having the nerve to look in my eyes.” You warned, and just then, the black tomes in your crimson irises started spinning.

Your cold threats, your body bent in the certain angle it was, ready and just waiting to kill something, and the power radiating off of you -- especially your brilliant blood eyes, it sent unanticipated shivers down Sukuna’s spine. His grin widened until his canine were visible, and just before he could respond, Megumi’s shouts were heard from the distance, interrupting his intense stare off with you.

“What the hell are you doing?! Get out here civilian before he kills you!”

Your gaze switched to him and the moment your cold red eyes met Megumi’s eyes, they widened in surprise. Then, finally, the poison that was still in your bloodstream sent sharp waves of pain to your head, causing you to wince and hiss out in pain. This was not missed by the two men around you, especially Sukuna, who was watching you like a hawk.

He smirked. “Reaching your human limits already?”

You scoffed. “Hardly. But looks like our chat will need to end here.” You responded easily. Then, with a single hand-sign and your Sharingan tomes spinning more fiercely, you triggered a low-level genjutsu. Both males, who did not know better than to not look into your eyes, were easily swept into it. It was solely for a moment; however, that moment was enough time that when the world around them stopped spinning, there was not even a single clue of you ever being there was even left.

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tarithenurse · 3 years

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In the eyes

Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Uchiha Itachi x fem!reader Content: Feels. Angst. Loss. Love. Reference to killing (war and murder). Captivity. Sorrow. Hope. Anger. You name it, it’s there. A/N: I just want to say in my defence that this story isn’t my fault. Blame @maladaptive-ninja-returns...it’s her birthday present (yes, I’m late)!

In the eyes

The steam is long gone together with your interest in the drink when you drain the cup of tea as the black-haired man gets up to leave. The cape hides what he’s missing – if only it was his leg instead – that way you wouldn’t have to keep the distance to the bare minimum, constantly risking him discovering that you’re following him. It doesn’t help to complain, though: he’s alive and mobile...and you have to watch your every move.

Volunteering for the assignment has probably been one of the more masochistic choices you’ve made, but you just couldn’t let the last Uchiha go yet.

For years, watching the kid grow older had kept a wound alive that no one knew about. It festered, saturating you with a sickening, rotten, sadness that never washed off but wasn’t detected by your peers. You should have let it heal. Should have moved on. But there had always been something keeping you from accepting what everyone else had decided must be true.

You weren’t the only one dealing with grief, of course. The life of a Leaf ninja was to say goodbye too soon and then to live with the numbing ache, renewed each time memories stirred.

Before the fourth war, the newfangled gossip of the dead returning was treated as ghost stories by most people until the climax of it all, when too many stood face to face with loved ones. Lost ones. And you were too weak to prevent the hope from being rekindled, so once peace was a reality and all the shinobis prepared to celebrate in the chaotic haze of the aftermath, you made a decision.

That is why, three seconds after the door closes behind Uchiha Sasuke, you get up...

...and sit right down again to avoid pressing against the sharp blade of the person suddenly appearing beside you.

The newcomer’s face is hidden partially under the wide-rimmed hat and the rest behind a dark and tattered cloak. Glancing down, a hand with purple-painted nails slips the kunai into the darkness of the cloak, leaving you with the knowledge that it’s there.

There’s no doubt in your mind that this is a shinobi. Where did you come from? Admittedly, there are others frequenting the little tea house because it’s a popular stop at a major crossroads...even if it mainly services those without national affiliations. None of the rest of the clientele reacts to the scene unfolding discreetly and you have no wish to catch their attention before you know what and who you’re dealing with.

“What do you want?”

It takes a second before you realize the question isn’t asked by you. Another one to recover from the smooth dusk that is the stranger’s voice. A voice with a hint of familiarity in the timbre which you decide must be your mind playing games.

“Nothing. I’m no enemy of yours,” you try to placate them, silently counting the seconds worth of head start separating you from Sasuke, “and I hold nothing of value...you should let me go.”

The tickle of a laugh surprises you. “If I’d wanted your possessions, they’d already be mine. I want answers, Konoha-girl.”

The headband you carry is hidden under your clothes, well out of sight from any prying eyes. Finally giving up on stalking your initial target, you turn your undivided attention to the person who has seated them-self before you.

The little skin you can see is pale, and a few black strands have escaped the slack ponytail and fallen in front of the face where only chin and jawline is visible. As if knowing your annoyance, the head is tipped slightly, allowing you to glimpse soft, gently smiling lips. Kissable. The thought jars you.

“I recommend you give up that wish.” No one should be able to hear the nervousness in your voice...but the stranger smirks. “My business is my own.”

“Not when it involves him,” they says, inclining the hat towards the door where Uchiha left.

You’re out to get him? You almost feel sorry for this fool who clearly doesn’t have a clue about the one-armed ninja’s identity.

“Don’t be mistaken,” the person smiles as if reading your thoughts, “I know who he is and what he’s capable of, after all...he’s my brother.”

Calmly meeting your gaze, the eyes meeting you flash red.

...

“Don’t look an Uchiha in the eyes”. It was the warning that was whispered into your ears as soon as you were big enough to run errands on your own. Naturally, you had to do it, and what met you was not as demonic as the warning stories had made you think – rather, they were kind, and wiser than the smooth face hinted at – although you never looked another Uchiha in the eyes just to be on the safe side.

It was impossible to discern the colour. Some days, they seemed leaden as if the rain clouds were gathered inside the boy too. A few times, in the morning when he watched where his fists struck the wood, the sparks from the cozy fire of the evening before still lingered in the warmest of black. What you loved the most, though, was when the gaze was locked onto infinity and they were soft like liquid.

...

Everything is different: the stuffy tea room with its noisy patrons has been replaced by somewhere deserted that seems to be carved out of grey stone.

How did I get here? Careful to move as little as possible, you take in the new surroundings only to find the place empty and with only one way in and out. A dull cold has already seeped into your feet as you stand there, lost as your bearings have nothing to latch on to – the only light is a torch in a wall sconce to your left.

Feet. They are bare, and a quick pat-down reveals that all of your weapons, your belt, and your headband have been stripped from you too. The sensation is uncanny, akin to nakedness. The logic behind it is obvious as it reduces the chances of a successful escape even if you were to make it out and establish a route.

On the other hand: you’re unharmed and unbound.

Turning, you have no doubt that the wooden door is locked but of course you go over to try, heart frozen near your throat when you push against it with your shoulder. Surprisingly, it does open and the screaming hinges sets the tiniest hairs on your body on end.

“Not wasting any time, Konoha-girl.”

You recognize the voice and the decorated nails on the hand that appears to pull open the door completely, and not just from the rest stop but from years of aching recollections that have been warped by watching Sasuke grow up with this man’s shadow lingering over his life. Over your life.

No. There’s no way. He died. Now your heart jackhammers a frenzied rhythm.

It’s a fool’s hope that powers the jab towards his neck. An idiot’s dream urging you to sprint past him. At least I tried, a bitter thought comments the moment both attempts are thwarted as a rib-crushing kick sends your tumbling backwards and you land sprawled in the middle of the room.

The ceiling is still spinning, it seems, when you sense the man’s presence loom over you. The fingers are cool (and surprisingly gentle) as the curl around the back of your skull, fingers digging into your hair to grant a tight grip to pull you closer by. Very close. A hand’s length separates the tips of your noses and you want to be oblivious to the way his mouth curves softly.

“You’re not leaving,” he whispers, “until I say so.”

Feeling and strength are beginning to return to your arms, including a sharp ache in your chest that grows with every shallow breath which you try to ignore. Should have restrained me, fool...and the thought dies there as everything shifts and the ground swallows your limbs.

“N-no...how...? No!”

He watches your struggles lazily before releasing his grip and sitting down next to you on the hard floor. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

But you did. Wait...no! You haven’t...it wasn’t you...it can’t have been...

“You lie about your identity,” you scoff, regretting the outburst immediately as pain stabs coldly into your side, “so excuse me for not trusting you on this either.” There is a little smile there on his lips, full of sadness and regret that makes your insides cringe momentarily until you have the breath to explain to him (or yourself) why it can’t be true: “Uchiha Itachi has been killed!”

“Yes...and then I was brought back.” He’s impossibly calm as though he’s simply discussing the weather. “Twice.”

Double reanimated? As if! The war had been a horror to live through and would have been without people facing their deceased comrades and family members on the battlefield. However, once destroyed or sealed, none of the animated dead had walked again and all of them had been dealt with properly in the end.

Looking at the ninja, none of the signs of reanimation are prominent. On the other hand...even if they had been, you might not even notice it now that you meet the man’s gaze and the liquid infinity there.

“I could show you...but I’m afraid your mind can’t take the strain in your current state,” the so-called Itachi explains.

Mind, your aching heart still reels from fear of being broken once more, this is all in my mind.

Zoning out everything else, you focus on the flow of chakra within. Calming it, soothing it, until abruptly forcing the flow to revert. It feels as if your very soul drops for a second but the moment it returns to its place, the world is no longer made up of lies and imaginary sensations...and you’re still lying on the ground in a room made of stone, your ribs feeling as if they’re speared by frost. The only improvement is that at least your limbs are free.

And Itachi? Yes, you have to call him that because deep within you can’t deny it any longer.

The official reports hadn’t been released by the time you left Konoha and you’re not high enough up in the ranks as a shinobi to get the juicy information unless it’s necessary for a mission – and since your missions tend to be B or simpler A rank...well, I guess my current mission’s a bust but this is an important discovery!

A silky chuckle refocuses your attention. “Very good...I suppose I must strengthen my genjutsu against you.”

He’s so close, you could touch him. Shifting to lean against the wall, he rests his arms casually on the knees and begins to pick at the chapping nail polish.

“No need to,” you bite back a groan as you roll over to sit up, “I take it that’s how you got me here?” Pretty eyes are watching your every move as he nods in agreement. “Hm. It’ll probably be useless to ask where we are, so...why? Why show yourself now?”

Sitting cross legged, you find the pain lessens if you pull your clothes and arms tightly around your torso, restricting the depth of your breathing. Broken or bent ribs? Not that it really matters. First of all, he would be able to beat you in a fight anyways; secondly, even if you got out of here you wouldn’t know where “here” is; and third (but not least), you don’t really want to run from him.

Rather than answer, Itachi stands up and holds out his left hand for you. Puzzled, you take it. Soft fingers curl around yours and he pulls you to your feet, studying your movements and the twisting facial expressions.

He doesn’t let go.

Not when he guides you out the door and into a hallway shaped of the same kind of stone as the room was made of. Carved from.

Not when he slows down at the sound of the squeaky breathing the pace forces from you.

There doesn’t seem to be many rooms along the winding path. Here and there a door bars the way or you catch a glimpse of a dead-end that looks as though the excavation was abandoned or even disrupted by cave-ins.

You do your best to memorize the path, but frankly, your mind is getting fuzzy from pain and exhaustion. You have no sense of time, just hunger and tiredness weighing you down to indicate the loss of many hours.

“Just a bit longer, [Y/N],” Itachi soothes.

When did I tell him my name? You want to ask or at least protest, but it would be a choice between talking or getting to wherever he’s leading you...and you doubt he’ll let you pause.

A few dozen steps later and a short flight of stairs up, he ushers you through a door into a room that looks like a mix between a kitchen and work station. A fire is the only light and heat source (the smoke venting up through a chimney too narrow to be an escape route), casting a warm glow over the solid wooden table and chairs. Everything else is hewn from whatever mountain you’re inside.

“Sit,” your captor finally releases the grip and points at a chair near the fire and you obediently do as you’re told.

There are shelves and niches almost hidden in the dancing shadows at first holding with boxes, bundles, and various utensils. He knows where everything is, grabbing a few items before returning and laying it out in the light. Bandages. His movements are fluid and elegant, just like you remembered.

He motions towards your upper body, then turns to tend to the fire. “Strip.”

“That’s really not -”

“Some of your ribs are broken. Restraining them will minimize the pain.”

He’s right. Of course he is.

With clipped movements, you pull off the layers until you hesitate at the poor excuse of a bra. Despite the now roaring fire, the cold from the stone still seeps into your body and raises waves of goosebumps and tightens your nipples. It would be easier to apply the bandages correctly without the last bit of clothing in the way, but right now it feels like the only shield left at your disposal as Itachi turns back to you.

“We’ll work around that,” the man offers softly.

He works quietly at first. Hands winding the linen bandages around you adeptly, pausing each time the ministration intensifies the pain and causes the discomfort to escape as stubborn hisses. The purple nail polish is mesmerizing – simultaneously a contrast to the horrific stories of a killer and perfectly fitting the pretty, nearly feminine, traits you see. Especially the eyes. Sure, they’re filled with a bottomless sadness that you don’t feel comfortable acknowledging, but they’re beautiful. Haunting.

“You’re staring,” he hums without looking up.

Shit. “No. I just -...let’s say you’re who you claim to be,” you try to recover, “why’re you back?”

“To be his watcher.”

“Says who?”

This time, he stops and looks you dead in the eyes. “Otsutsuki Hagoromo, the Sage of Six Paths.” There are very few proper comebacks to that, so your captor continues without giving you a chance to think of something, “Otsutsuki told me about the bonds of families and that it can transcend blood. He knows hatred can cause – and has caused – too much harm...but something rekindled his hope that it can be overcome.“

I don’t have an eye on Uchiha constantly, but... “Does Sasuke know?” Returning to his work, Itachi avoids your gaze. “He doesn’t...”

“He’s finally found peace and is on the right path...I can’t risk undoing it.”

Bullshit! “Or you’re a coward who doesn’t have the guts to fa-” the rest is cut off as soft fingers tighten around your throat.

Blood-red eyes pierce your mind, numbing you for an eternity or a millisecond.

...

They were a means to reach the goal but their words still hurt as you followed meekly in their footsteps. Snobbery. Disdain. Considering how proud your two team members clearly felt, they had very little to show for their reputation as Uchihas and frankly, it was your skills rather than theirs that ensured successful missions and still, you never once looked them in their face. Instead, you kept an eye out for two other of the clan.

Where one was, so would the other be. Thick as thieves, the boys had found a companionship that complemented their differences in the same manner as the sun and the moon. But as opposed to your teammates who swooned at the brightness of the sun, you were drawn to the night and the calmness it brought whenever that boy was near – each time he met your eyes, time became meaningless.

...

The two of you sit in silence as the steam from the soup caresses your face. Your mind is blank, slowly starting to pick up on the absence of stone walls – wood has replaced the cold surfaces, making it almost unbearably warm with the bandages underneath your layers of clothes – and a plethora of questions begin to press against your conscious only to be held back as most of your thoughts get derailed whenever you look at the man before you.

Without the hat and cloak to conceal him, it’s impossible to ignore all the details you’ve nurtured in your memory for ages, such as the slight pull of his lips as he thinks or the elegance of his movements now that he gets up and refills his bowl from the pot hanging over the fire.

“Why are you following Sasuke?”

You should be diplomatic. “I could ask you the same.” You’re not.

“I already told you,” Itachi shrugs.

“Well I...I don’t believe you.”

But you do. There’s no denying anymore that this man is who he claims to be and so, why would he lie about his purpose? The sad smile. The quiet mannerisms. The idea that Itachi would somehow transcend death to watch over his little brother? That’s a mysterious intricacy that fits with your memories of him from before that night.

“You do...but something else is bothering you.” It’s a statement, not a question. “Am I not what you expected?”

No, you’re not. However, he’s what you remember with a layer of sorrow added on top. He doesn’t get to be sad. The little spark of anger is what you need. You nurse it, feed it until it flares up hot and bright and consumes your regrets and self-pity.

“Expected? I don’t know what I expected from someone like you!” Your voice is rising, shaking with years of frustration. “Clan killer. Murderer. I never told anyone but I was in love with an Uchiha! That night, I’d gone to bed, finally sure that I was gonna tell him but when I woke up...” Something inside you had broken that day and it still hurts now. “They told me how you’d left Sasuke alive...but the boy I loved was gone and no one knew I was mourning. Each time I saw him -” you can’t hold back a strangled sound and you realize, you’re crying -”I saw the ghost of...” The bowl of floating vegetables looks blurry until you blink angrily. “Ugh! But what does a teenager know of love, right? They’ll grow up. Get over it. Except I knew you were out there still and that you had all the answers. Why? The Itachi I remember wasn’t a mindless monster! I was told a story, but it doesn’t make any sense. If all the monster wanted was power then why spare Sasuke? Why did everyone else have to die?”

The inhalations are shallow and rapid, making you dizzy as you cling to the table and the spoon. It burns in your lungs and cheeks.

“I am sorry for the pain, I’ve caused you.”

Your gaze snaps to his face and you know he’s speaking the truth but it doesn’t matter right now.

“Sorry? Sorry?! You don’t get to be sorry! I missed y-...the boy, I loved was gone and it took ages before I could let go and stop mourning, finally accepting the truth had died with you and now...now you’re here? And it’s all back and I don’t understand! How could you?” Itachi doesn’t flinch as you launch the bowl towards him – he doesn’t have to because your aim is off and it clatters to the floor in a shower of shards and wasted food after hitting the wall behind him. “How? The boy I loved was not a monster! He wouldn’t do what they s-”

The echoes of your wheezing shouts ring through the room after the abrupt stop. Holding your breath, you wait for the ground to swallow you whole or for the man at the other end of the table to react and the fear is colder than the burning in your chest.

“Things aren’t always what they seem,” Itachi eventually whispers, “they were just people who had been wronged and misguided until their arrogance made them blind.”

What? That’s not exactly what you had expected. Without explaining further, your captor gets up, handing you his bowl of food before beginning to clean the mess you’ve made.

“Don’t...I’ll get tha-” you begin.

He only has to look at you.

...

The dew had soaked your toes, cooling and soothing them after each kick that you landed on the wood stump. Pine. The new splinters refreshed the scent as they fell to the ground and you knew that birds would rummage through them in the hope of finding a morning snack once the training grounds were free of people again – they were already gathering at the edge of the clearing except for where Itachi stood.

The realization made you stop mid-kick, gaze locked with his and heart fluttering in your chest. How long had he stood there?

“They’re wrong.” You could barely believe he was talking to you. “Your teammates...don’t listen to what they say.”

Before you could ask what he meant, Itachi was gone and maybe it had all been your imagination running free.

...

Sitting up abruptly, it takes a few seconds for your eyes to get used to the low light of the dying embers. Where am I?

Salt and drying seaweed is heavy in the air, somehow worming its way into what appears to be yet another room of stone. No...it’s a cave. You’re sitting on a bedroll splayed out onto the sand filling the place and you have no memory of arriving.

The dark form on the other side of the fire pit makes no move as you slip a hand underneath your shirt to confirm what you already know: the bandages are gone and there’s only a muted tenderness as you prod at the ribs. How long has it been?

“You’re safe,” Itachi’s gentle voice assures, and you feel your pulse slow despite the ominous situation, “go back to sleep.”

Yes. Sleep...hang on! Shaking your head, you fight the urge to succumb to the fuzziness that weighs your thoughts. “Why’re you doing this?” you mumble.

It doesn’t make sense why the man wouldn’t simply get the answers he want and then dispose of you or at the very least leave you locked up somewhere while he keeps following Sasuke from the shadows. Instead, your captor has put an effort into keeping you comfortable. Feeding you.

“I remember you.” His eyes reflect the red coals as they burn into your soul all over again. “Memories don’t do your justice, though.”

...

There is no world beyond the walls of the garden but a red sheet of sky dotted with storm clouds. The sliding doors have been pushed aside, opening the hallway to the view, and you know the wood beneath your bare feet should be silky from decades of use. You can’t feel it. There are no scents either, no breeze to toy with the soft fabric of your yukata, nor insects clicking from the rhododendron.

“This isn’t real.”

“No,” Itachi confirms from behind you, “but here I can create what you need. Who you need.”

Turning at last, there’s no reason to shy away from meeting his gaze even if it matches the fake sky. He looks real – as opposed to the familiarity of the home of your childhood that surrounds the two of you – and the ghost of a smile kindly tries to hide the sadness.

“...need. For what?”

The black strands falling into his face are strangely dull in the nightmarish light. “Closure.”

“That’s not possible.”

Wanting to leave, to run away and avoid what Itachi intends, you find yourself rooted in place by an invisible force. Even turning your face away is impossible and you pray that he doesn’t understand the well of emotions he must be able to see in your eyes.

“This is a chance for you to say goodbye to the one I killed. The one you...love,” he pauses to scrutinize your expression and you try to remain neutral, “because you do. You still love him.”

“You have no right...” swallowing hard, you fight to keep the words back, “no right t-to claim to know what I need!” Finally, you manage to close your eyes but they snap open again at the touch of his fingertips on your forehead. “This isn’t something you get to fix like -”

...

The world has shifted again and you’re back in the ocean side cave. You can feel how uneven the sand is under your knees and shins even with the bedroll to soften the press and some some the grains have found their way in between your toes...but none of that matters because Itachi is still right before you, his fingers gently resting on your brow.

A pop-and-crackle from the fire pit is the only sound other than your shallow breathing. You know, he knows. Eyes widened in nigh-comedic understanding, it’s as if he sees you for the first time.

“I’m sorry, [Y/N].”

You barely manage to whisper, “for what?”

His fingertips send shivers along your spine as they trace a path, allowing him to cradle the back of your neck in his palm.

“Everything” Itachi’s lips brush your cheek, “for breaking your heart in so many ways and for making you think your love was unrequited.”

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mercytestify · 2 years

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Testimony

The body is not the soul and the spirit. The soul is not the body and the spirit. The spirit is not the body and the soul. But all three entities combined make us human; man or woman. One of the many reasons why you and I are fearfully and wonderfully made.

For we are more than flesh, blood, and bones. That’s why you can talk to yourself. That’s why you can have pep talks with yourself and whip yourself out of states of lethargy, and other states of being.

But when you talk to yourself, are you always talking to yourself? When you have those mental debates, are you really alone? Or are you engaging with thoughts and emotions that are not all your own? Do you know?

Do we decide our conception? Do we decide when we are born? Do we decide how we are born? Do we decide if we should even be born? Do we choose our birth parents? Do we know who knows us so well, that He knew us even before we were formed in the womb?

Remix

You know how the desert by its very nature can make your compass dance so that you lose your bearings? Well, sometimes, life, by its very nature is like that when you take God out of the picture.

And when I rebelled against God and turned to my own ways, I lost my bearings and didn’t know it. But I tackled the confusion with elusive hope. I kept fanning the sparks of lies for flames, and when I began to suffocate in the smoke, I found something else to do.

They say, the human spirit is hard to break. But have you ever gotten to that point in life where it gets so bad that though you claim you don’t believe in Jesus, you still go down on your knees and pray to die? That point in life where grabbing life by the throat and staying alive doesn’t make sense anymore?

No? Just me?

Well, when I got to that point, that’s when God said:

“Ok, child, it’s time for you to know

that the moment you realize

that everything that has been happening

to you is spiritual

that will be the beginning

of your deliverance.”

And when I finally saw what God revealed, I knew immediately that turning my back on Jesus was the biggest mistake of my life. Boy! Am I glad that Jesus didn’t give up on me! So glad that He came to the rescue. I am so grateful, that He is solidly faithful and absolutely loving, even when I was faithless and my thoughts, words, and actions were an abomination to Him.

The moment I saw what I saw, and heard what I heard, every question I had ever had concerning this life, this existence was answered. My search for meaning ended. I found the truth I had been seeking, and it was Jesus Christ. I could not believe it. It took a while for it to sink in that believers in Jesus were indeed on the right track.

But God came to the rescue and confusion fled. Endless restlessness and dissatisfaction disappeared. Chronic diseases I had begun to accept as normal just stopped like they never existed.

Alone in my room, deliverance began to occur. As I prayed in my solitary space pleading my case, the Lord worked on me day and night, nonstop, purging my body, my soul, and my spirit of all the filth that clung to them, of everything that kept me bound and blind, of the evil that I had brought on myself through sins I harbored in my heart and practices of various forms of chakra and kundalini meditations and astrology.

I was using meditation practices to solve anger issues, to keep calm in moments of stress. That’s how it began. But the more I meditated, the more I needed to meditate. Soon, I was meditating to open my third eye, a lie from hell. That 3rd eye, whatever it is, did open, and that’s when things got worse. Using astrology to understand my personality and see into the future became an obsession.

Little did I know that astrology is actually a form of divination, and meditation is a form of mediumship. The various physical, mental, and emotional states meditation allows you to enter actually opens doors for demons to inhabit your body and soul and to torment you in ways you could never imagine possible. And getting them out is an endless battle. These practices are forbidden by God (Deuteronomy 18:10-14 ).

God is the only one who knows the future of anything

And He knows it even before it is formed.

Dedicated prayer to Jesus is the surest path to deliverance.

Only Jesus can deliver us from demons,

and His name brings them to their knees. ( Philippians 2:9)

Even if you don’t know how to pray and you ask God to teach you, He will give you the exact words to pray for your case.

Just be honest with God. Humble yourself before Him. He knows you better than you know yourself. And He loves you.

My deliverance from evil spiritual powers that held me bound was a shocking experience. I didn’t even know I was in spiritual bondage. I only knew that I was suffering mentally, physically, and emotionally. But I couldn’t clearly explain what was happening to me. I couldn’t name my problem at the time. It was strange. The truth, is strange. And it is strange because we live in a world filled with incredible lies. So much so that people cannot fathom the fact that God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, angels, and demons do exist. They are all real! I don’t blame them! I didn’t believe it too until I saw what I saw, and hear what I now hear. My life has changed forever!

At my lowest point, I isolated myself from everyone and prayed to God every day for months for help and He answered me, and helped me; He guided me, and delivered me, and healed me. I now know that He never abandoned me even when I rejected Him. I am in awe of God’s love, His patience, His generosity, His magnificence.

I am so relieved that I was wrong and that Jesus is right. He is the Son of God. Jesus is indeed the only way to God, the Father. He is the only truth. And the only life. He is the only one who can save us from our folly and our eternal damnation.

My soul and my spirit are finally at peace. The chronic overthinking has stopped. The flesh, however, is where the battle continues, as it wars against, the Holy Spirit. But He who began a good work in me, will complete it.

This life is temporary. 70 plus years is nothing compared to eternity. If God is out of your life, where will you spend eternity? Because it is real, whether you believe in it or not. Seek God, while He may be found. For all who seek Him with all their heart will find Him.

The Lord bless us, and keep us. The Lord make His face shine on us, and be gracious to us; the Lord turn his face toward us and give us peace.

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