#mount kurama

[redsamuraiii]

Mount Kurama and the legend of Tengu

Went to the mountain where the tragic hero of Japanese history, Minamoto no Yoshitsune, was exiled by Taira no Kiyomori.

While living here, he learned from the warrior monk and the Tengu itself, becoming a strong warrior that could rival Benkei.

Benkei later pledged his allegiance to Yoshitsune, as they embark on a journey that would turn the tides of the Genpei War.

He crushed the Taira at the Battle of Dan-no-ura and was betrayed by his half brother, Minamoto no Yoritomo, who sees him as a threat.

Although Yoshitune died elsewhere, his memorial is constructed here on Mount Kurama, the place where he was reborn as a Samurai.

[theadamantium]

Harri's Travel Photography // Mount Kurama // Kyoto, Japan // January 2019

www.adamrharrison.com

[will-of-dumpsterfire]

18, 19, and 32 for the naruto asks?

18) favorite character

Sasuke since day one. While when I was 11 it was because I thought he was cute— then growing up with the series it turned into loving the character and the depth Kishimoto gave him. His growth through the series. I also related a lot to his anger, grief and revenge seeking surrounding his family during my youth. There’s a lot more to this but I’ll leave it at this… He’s my boy and to this day my favorite manga/anime character of all time.

19) least favorite character

pffft Danzo. Fucking vulture.

32) favorite non-human character

Kurama is my number one. I cannot just mention one tbh Gamabunta comes in such a close second. Both of them have such strong personalities, big nostalgia moments for me. I love them. Also bonus mention of Gamakichi and Gamatatsu <333

[weirdosandcoins]

A/b/o with omega!sasuke and alpha!naruto

Naruto who between his sweeter scent, skill at defusing via talk-no-jutsu, and general care and affection vs Sasuke's earthy scent, standoff behavior, and seemingly long suffering with Naruto's antics tend to have folks assuming Naruto is an omega and Sasuke an alpha.

People thinking Naruto was an Omega back in the day used to bother him cause people do tend to be prejudice against omegas and with Naruto already being looked down on as the demon fox orphan, he would lose his temper a bit

Sasuke kept a tight lid on his scent for basically the majority of his time defected and being assumed an alpha tends to work in his favor (though so did people underestimating him if they do find out he's an omega), so if someone jumped to that, he wasn't going to bother to correct them. After returning, Sasuke tends to keep his scent some degree of repressed, a very mild scent that can easily fade into the background, keeping it as unreadable as his face.

*Naruto would fuss at him for keeping it completely suppressed out of habit, pestering him to "loosen the death grip a lil' "

Sasuke on the lead up to his heat becomes a dark looming shadow around Naruto. Where typically he makes himself unnoticed, he becomes a nerve-wracking presence, low barely heard growls or a flash of fang and eyes at anyone who gets too friendly with Naruto.

Naruto on his lead up, tends to seek out touch and reassurance from Sasuke. It can be an arm or leg pressed against Sasuke, a pinky resting over another, basically glued to Sasuke when he can be. He bristles like a cat at anybody too interested in Sasuke. Sasuke will scare off anyone being particularly dense if Naruto seems close to biting and scratching.

🌶Spice Below

While in heat, Sasuke will have Naruto constantly pinned in their nest, biting and scratching to leave his mark, snarling that Naruto is his, yanking Naruto's head back to give him access to the vulnerable stretch of his neck, re-biting over his mating mark as he rides Naruto into knotting him.

Naruto becoming pliant and needy, letting loose croons, purrs, and whines for his mate. Arching up into Sasuke's teeth and touch, constantly petting him all over, begging Sasuke if he can knot, craving that sense of togetherness, wanting to please his mate, to be good.

For all his roughness and taunting, Sasuke can't really deny Naruto. Purring what a good little alpha Naruto is, licking over bites to soothe, letting Naruto cling as he works to drown Naruto is his scent while Naruto preens like a damn peacock.

Sasuke fucking Naruto on the lead up and sometimes during cause while Kurama will heal any marks from scratches or bites, he can mark his mate inside like this.

Naruto is addicted to tasting Sasuke out of rut and becomes even worse during, seemingly wanting to eat Sasuke alive. Sasuke likes to make a game of keeping Naruto's mouth away and seeing how long until he breaks between rounds.

Sasuke does like to tease and rile Naruto up until he's chomping at the bit to mount and fuck Sasuke stupid. To fight Naruto until he is pinned and taken. But the trust Naruto puts in Sasuke, to let Sasuke lead, to let go, to show his belly or throat without hesitation, is a heady thing.

On the comedown, Naruto will just rain praise and affection down on Sasuke while cuddling him. Being an absolute sap and inevitably softening Sasuke in turn. Sasuke will show his appreciation a bit quieter, having used up his words from his heat. Running a hand over Naruto, savoring the marks on him before they finish healing. Forcing them to bathe, eat, and go to their bed (though sometimes Naruto convinces Sasuke to leave the dirty sheets or pillows in nest for tomorrow, the lazy idiot). Naruto will burrow into his neck and be an absolute limpet, Sasuke wrapping an arm in return and softly purring in response to Naruto's rumble before drifting off

[yyh4ever]

Yu☆Yu☆Hakusho "Battle Days" Bromide Prints

Yoshihiro Togashi Exhibition - Fukuoka Venue

Price: 660 yen

After the "Attention" Sticker Collection, a set of 3 bromides plus a photo mount, with Yusuke, Kuwabara, Hiei and Kurama illustrations, was announced on the Puzzle Official Site. This is another exclusive merch that will be sold at the Fukuoka Venue.

The mount surface is a mix of the end of chapter 91, after Yusuke sees Genkai being killed, and Kurama, Hiei and Kuwabara's faces from the opening of chapter 78.

The first bromide is part of the opening of chapter 77. They just removed Toguro.

The second bromide is the opening of chapter 130. I like this illustration so much, because Hiei is wearing shorts and Kurama's hair is tied back in a ponytail. Please, have a look at Kurama & Hiei Fashion Variation from the Yu Yu Hakusho Official Characters Book.

Finally, the third bromide is the famous group photo from the last chapter.

[madara-fate]

Most people seem to think the reincarnation stuff was an asspull, what do you think?

I don't think I would've described it as an asspull, but I didn't like it because Naruto started off as this loser underdog who wasn't special in comparison to the naturally talented prodigies of revered clans like Neji, and I preferred it that way. But as the series went on, you learned that Naruto was actually very, very special...

You learn that he's the son of the 4th Hokage, one of the most powerful ninja in history.

You learn that he's part Uzumaki, a revered and powerful clan who were also distant relatives of the Senju, who were an even more revered and powerful clan.

You learn that he's the son of Kushina, who not only was Kurama's previous host, but who also possessed special chakra even among the Uzumaki.

You learn that he's the "Child of Prophecy" according to the Great Toad Sage on Mount Myoboku.

And yeah you learn that he's the reincarnation of Ashura, who is not only the progenitor of the Senju and Uzumaki clans, but he is also the son of Hagoromo, the Sage of the Six Paths and the single most influential and revered figure in shinobi history.

So how on earth is Naruto not special? The guy has special running through his veins, and I didn't really like the U turn on his character.

[n-coma]

Naruto Fan Cast: Part One

I fear the day when Netflix will attempt to create anything Naruto-related. Still, I am curious about what it would look like. So, before Hollywood lays its hands on our beloved fandom, allow me to introduce you to my personal fan cast.

Before we begin, let's agree on two points: 1. These are just subjective ideas that you might disagree with! So feel free to respond with your own suggestions; 2. In my fanon, the Naruto universe includes different races and nationalities. For example, Uchihas, Hyugas, Naras, and Sai are completely Japanese in my head. Meanwhile, characters like Tenten, Guy, Lee, and Rock Lee are Chinese. And the list goes on. In this post, I will only cover European/American actors cast for non POC characters. The POC fan cast will be posted later; it requires a bit more time and attention.

Here we go.

Naruto — Rudy Pankow

Look, he is a perfect Naruto for several reasons. He isn't overly 'Chad' nor too feminine. He has messy blond hair and exudes a chaotic energy (it radiates from him even in pictures). If you're still not entirely convinced, watch this YouTube video featuring him and his funniest moments. Those dimples! Blue eyes? I mean, hello?

Sasuke will be covered in the post with all the Asian characters.

Sakura — Piper America

Big forehead? Check. Pink hair? Yep. She has that unpredictable look in her eyes where you don't know what to expect from her.

Ino — Hunter Schafer

You might recognize her from Euphoria. She possesses this tall beauty combined with a flower-girl energy. Her red carpet look perfectly aligns with Ino's jutsu. The hair pieces are a perfect match, and have you noticed her nose? Ahhh!

Kiba — Dylan Obrien

This was the easiest fan cast ever! Just look at him! He embodies that dog energy in the best possible sense. Also, we'd hire Tyler Hoechlin for motion capture as Akamaru *winks*.

Temari — Florence Pugh

What I appreciate about Temari is her strong backbone and unapologetic character. Florence Pugh not only possesses those qualities, but she also has a broader facial structure that resembles Temari's. With her green eyes, dirty blond hair, and similar demeanor, what more could we ask for?

Gaara — Bill Skarsgård

Hear me out! We can always color his hair and do some black eyeliner as well as red tattoo, but when it comes to capturing Gaara's haunting eyes, who could do it better than Bill Skarsgård himself?Who will have such a slim, prince-like bone structure? Your honor, I rest my case.

Kakashi — Robert Pattison

We needed an actor with eyes that express this nostalgic, covered-in-ashes pain, hand in hand with melancholy and a 'not giving a fuck' vibe. Robert Pattinson or Robert Pattinson? After playing Batman, he has already learned how to portray a traumatized, tired orphan. What more do we need? I did not find his pictures with grey-colored hair, so let me include this black-and-white photoshoot.

Asuma — Hugh Jackman

Charisma, beard, and a bit of spice. Kushina — Abigail Cowen

Hollywood boasts around ten ginger actresses, and they all seem to cycle through fandoms like hand-me-down clothes. However, from among those ten, we had to choose the one who possesses a strong personality and a look that could intimidate. So, we're going with Abigail Cowen. She's already played a role with power struggles before, making her a good fit for depicting Kushina's struggle with Kurama.

Minato — Danny Griffin

Golden Retriever energy! What more can I say? He is the real-life boyfriend of Abigail Cowen (Kushina) and my personal choice for the position of the 4th Hokage.

Tsunade — Elizabeth Olsen

It was a hard choice between her, Scarlett Johansson, and Lady Gaga. But let's be fair — she has the mommy energy, she has a princes-like energy, and looks very much alike the character.

Jiraya — Anson Mount

Daddy.

Okay, I guess this is it for now.

Get ready for my next post on the Akatsuki casting, and make sure to stick around for the upcoming Asian and African fan casts! 🌟

[sabraeal]

want your heart (to be for me), Part 1

[Read on AO3]

The last of my Holiday Gifts for the year, posted a few weeks late due to this particular fic growing COMPLETELY out of control. It was supposed to be a one shot, but since this is nearly 5K in and of itself...I decided two parts would be the best decision.

A god’s work, Nanami has found, is never done.

She spends two weeks rolling about the ocean floor, trying to untangle the complex politics of the courts of the sea gods and their tumultuous marriages, but when Himemiko’s wedding drama settles enough for the waves to spit her back out on land, she’s sure-- certain, really-- that this time she’ll keep her feet dry and nose clean long enough to make it through exams.

That is, until some sky god falls in love with Tomoe, stealing him away to her cloud city or whatever. Three days of growing wings-- painfully one bone at a time-- and nearly a week of learning how to use them all ends in a burst of shimmering feathers the moment her toes touch the tip of Mount Kurama, all her hard work amounting to little more than pillow stuffing. Two days before the test.

Her just-barely passing marks would be worth it, if only that jerk would appreciate the effort.

“Thanks again for letting me stay, Kei-chan.” Nanami’s sure to put on her brightest smile, the one that makes Tomoe choke and Mizuki sigh.

Kei barely bothers to look up from her phone. “What? Oh, yeah, no problem.”

“Really--” she sprinkles a little more earnestness on this one, teeth hurting as she keeps them bared-- “it means a lot to me! It would have been a real pain trying to get back to the shr-- home tonight.”

“Yeah, totally, I get it. You really live out in the boonies.” Her fingers fly across the keyboard, nails ticking and tacking in the same staccato bursts as a typewriter. Or gunfire, maybe, considering the amount of bodies she’s leaving behind. “It’s no problem. My parents are never home, so you can come by whenever.”

Nanami blinks. “Wha--? Really?”

“Why not?” Her shoulders twitch in what might be a shrug’s lazier cousin. “I mean, I’ll probably be on a date, but if you need a place to be...the door’s not always open, because I don’t need my stuff stolen, but it’s here.”

It’s not the first time she’s had the rug ripped out from under her, but this is the first time it’s felt like a magic trick. Sure she stumbles, but she’s still on her feet, and what’s beneath her is so much sturdier than some raggedy old tablecloth. “That’s really kind of y--”

Kei flicks off her screen like punctuation.“Ami-chan’s at the door.”

The girl’s all limbs, but when Kei sweeps up from the couch it’s graceful, in a way Nanami could never manage. Or well, in a way she’d think she’d be able to, up until Tomoe slunk in with his stupid smirk, insinuating that everything about her was so unfortunately human. “Make yourself at home or whatever.”

“Oh, okay,” she murmurs faintly from the floor, the impulse to jump up and hug her fading as Kei strides through the door. “Thank you, I gue--”

The door slams shut on any more earnestness. Knowing Kei, that’s on purpose.

“Well well, Nanami-chan,” a reedy voice pipes from behind her, more confident in its welcome than it deserves, “it’s not quite as spacious as home, but I suppose we could do worse.”

Nanami twists around so tightly she nearly wrings herself out, her limbs tangled up so hopelessly that she can do little more than gape as Mizuki paws through Kei’s bed, making himself right at home. “Mizuki, what--?”

“As much as I hate to give that wild fox any credit, he certainly dreams up better bedding than this. Is this even real cotton?” He tugs at the fitted sheet, mouth thinning out to a grimace. “Ah, well. Beggars and choosers.”

“What are you doing?” Here, specifically, but she’ll settle for any answers that wrap up before Kei can saunter back in, Ami in tow. “You’re supposed to be back at the shrine!”

“Where else would I be?” he asks her, expression rumpled reproachfully. “I’m your familiar, Nanami-chan. If you’re leaving because of that nasty fox, then I will help you settle in your new shrine. Even if it means I’ll have to cut back on my brewing.”

Mizuki’s words may be nothing but aggressive support and positivity, but the disparaging glance he spares Kei’s bedroom-- well, he could teach the mean girls at school a thing or two.

“I’m not leaving! And certainly not because of Tomoe!” There’s no sense in doing that when he’s already spending all of his time sulking in the spirit realm, punishing her for daring to enjoy a kiss. “It’s just a long walk from the city to the shrine. It’s not safe for a girl in the dark!”

At least, that’s what Ami had told her, wide eyed and trembling. It’s the sort of thing Nanami would typically wave off-- it’s hardly the first time she’s had to make that walk after the sun’s set, and it certainly won’t be the last if Tomoe’s going to bury himself in tanuki every time her crush rubs his fur the wrong way-- but Kei put her phone down, serious, and agreed. And when Ami added, especially since Tomoe is out of town with his family, for good measure, and well--

Stretching her legs outside of the shrine seemed like a better and better idea every minute.

Mizuki tilts his head, eyes narrowing until he’s more snake than human. “You’re right,” he decides. “It’s much better for you to be here. I’d hate to think what that wild fox would do if he caught you on your date.”

Nanami whips around with a yelp. “My what?”

“Your date,” he clarifies, too confident for someone living so far from reality. “With the crow god.”

“Oh, that.” She laughs, the tension slumping straight out of her shoulders. “That’s not a date. I’m just showing Jirou around the city. It’s the least I can do after he taught me how to use those stupid wings.”

They hadn’t felt stupid at the time; no, they’d felt powerful and dangerous, like she was a Real God, not just some high schooler thrust into the spirit world at the whims of a butterfly who thought she might make a good lesson for his familiar. Ha. If she’s a lesson, it’s one Tomoe sure isn’t happy to learn.

“Oh.” Mizuki pulls the sound too long; goosebumps pimple up her arms. “Well, I suppose he will be very disappointed, then.”

A strange knot knits itself in her stomach, heavy as a stone, rattling around as she shifts onto her hip, frowning at him. “What do you mean by that? This is what he asked for.”

Or rather, he’d said, I have grown curious about this mortal world. I want to see why it draws so many crows off the mountain. Same difference, if you ask her.

Mizuki stares at her. “You told him it was a date.”

Her jaw drops. “I did not.”

“You did, you said--” he pitches his voice higher, nothing like her own-- “Is that all? It’s a date!”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” she insists, cheeks burning. “It’s just-- it’s a saying. I’m sure he knows that.”

Even still, Nanami can’t forget the wide-eyed way Jirou had looked at her, nor his murmured, is it...?

Mizuki hums, unconvinced. “If you say so, Nanami-chan.”

Her mouth opens. To say just what, she’ll never know, since the door flies open at the same time, and with the reflexes of a god-- or a girl who has learned not to get caught-- she shoves Mizuki straight out the window.

Ami blinks, staring at the place he sat only seconds ago. “Did you just--?”

“Hey, keep it moving,” Kei snaps from behind her. “We don’t got all night, do we? Nanami’s got a date to go on.”

“It’s not a date.” She’s sure of that, certain, but as Kei elbows her way into the room, dropping down to her vanity with an expression that could only be called stern, it comes out much meeker than she‘d managed with Mizuki. “It’s just an old friend--”

“Whatever.” A drawer rattles open, and oh, Nanami had thought her little compact with two shades of blush was the height of luxury, but Kei’s got enough make up to glam up a small country. “You want to look hot or not?”

“Ah...” Nanami blinks. There’s glitter in there. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt...”

Kei’s the kind of girl whose mouth is too sharp for smiles, but a smirk fits her just fine. “That’s what I thought.”

“So what’s the deal?” This is the longest she’s ever seen Kei without her phone, her hands too busy dancing across an absolutely massive palette instead. It’s the sort she’s only seen in store windows to make the big ones look reasonable by comparison. “Should we take pictures of his license plate? Have Ami follow you in disguise?”

“Me?” Ami hiccups, flushed.

“Well, I can’t.” She sniffs, reaching into her vanity for yet another little plastic case. “I’ve got a date too.”

“Ah, no, that’s not--” Nanami imagines Kei flashing a phone in Jirou’s face and can’t decide whether to laugh or grimace-- “he’s a friend, I promise. That’s all.”

“That’s what they want you to think,” Kei warns her sagely, unimpressed. “But guys our age only have one thing on their mind.”

“Oh, well, he’s, er...” It’s impossible to explain that he’s an ageless being that typically sits in a hall outside of time and space. “A little older. So it’s fine.”

“How did you meet?” Ami asks, so sweet-- too bad it’s drowned out by Kei’s, “Does he have a brother? Friends?”

Somehow she doubts that either Kurama-- er, Shinjirou or Jirou would appreciate her spreading around that they were related. Or, well, whatever the tengu had going on, living on Kurama. “Through, er, Tomoe’s family.”

Ami’s eyes round. “Oh.”

“What about that guy anyway?” Kei leans back, her hand guiding Nanami’s chin this way and that, inspecting her work. “I thought you two were, you know...?”

It’s stupid how her eyes tear when she says, “We’re not.”

Kei frowns, grip easing on her jaw. “His loss then. What about this guy? Is he hot? Would it drive Tomoe nuts if you--?”

“Kei-chan,” Ami gasps, hands clapped to her cheeks. “Nanami already said that this was just a friend! There’s nothing for Tomoe-kun to be upset about, and even if there was, Nanami-chan would never!”

It would be nice to be as kind and put together as Ami thought she was. “Right,” she lies. “There’s no way he could complain about me showing our friend around, nope!”

Kei arches one of her perfectly plucked eyebrows, skepticism palpable. “Right. Now what are you going to wear?”

It takes the whole half hour for Kei to lean back, one of those dagger-point grins on her face as she declares, “Oh yeah, he’s going to choke on his own tongue.” 

Considering how she’s the only woman he’s ever met, she doubts that will be a high bar to clear. “This isn’t a date.”

“Okay,” Kei says, unconvinced, which is all she manages before the doorbell chimes, delicate as crystal. “I’ll get it.”

“No!” Nanami catches herself before she can grab her, pushing her mouth into the semblance of a harmless smile. “I mean, he’s my guest! You don’t need to put yourself out.”

A spark flares deep in the morass of Kei’s green eyes, and oh, she has made a mistake, saying the exact thing that would pique her interest. “No, no, let me.”

It’s only five yards to the door, but with both of them on their feet, it becomes a contest of inches, Kei’s sharp elbows fending her off at the same time Nanami tries to catch her ankles with a heel. It’s a tumble, really, one of them making headway before the other draws her back, over and over until Nanami knocks the phone from Kei’s hands into the couch, making a mad dash before the girl can recover.

The door’s open hardly more than a crack, but she calls out, “Jirou!” nonetheless, like she can audibly mark her territory, her smile wide if strained, and when it swings wider--

Oh.

Intellectually, Nanami had known he couldn’t walk around the mortal world in his monk’s robes and beads-- and there’s no way his wings would fit in the subway-- but still, she’s not prepared to see the former fourth Soujoubou of Kurama idling in the hall with jeans. There’s no red dabbed at the corner of his eyes either, no tabi or wings or undefinable magic something-- he’s as mortal as they come, just some guy--

A camera clicks behind her, and she turns just in time to watch Kei pocket her phone, gaping. “This is your not date?”

Oh, that’s right, he’s gorgeous too. Because the spirit world runs on soap opera rules.

“I told you, you didn’t have to take pictures!” Nanami hisses through her smile.

“This isn’t for your thing,” Kei assures her. “This is for personal use. Are you sure he doesn’t have a brother?”

It’s quiet, pitched to stay between them, but she sees Jirou glance back, brow furrowed, before his gaze slides to her. “Nanami,” he says, serious as always. “It is a pleasure to see you again.”

All she can do is stand there stupidly, staring at the way his hands flex at his side. Oh no, this is definitely a date.

“Hey,” That knife’s edge of a smirk splits Kei’s lips, one of her hands already outstretched. “I’m Nanami-chan’s--”

“Leaving!” she gasps, surging forward to drag him through the door. “We’re leaving!”

The door slams shut behind them with the force of foxfire, her hair billowing out around her shoulders as it hits the frame. With a smile grit so bright her teeth ache, she chirps, “Well, let’s get this show on the road!”

Only hours ago, there’d been a whole plan for this whole debacle. Not a solid one-- Nanami didn’t really do itineraries, and she doubted Jirou would appreciate being hurried along like a tour group-- but she’d had ideas. Tokyo Tower, maybe, or the Skytree for something more current. The art museums in Roppongi were also an option, though she thought one of the ones down by Ueno Station might be more convenient. Cheaper too, since she doubted the former fourth Soujoubou would be flush with pocket money.

But none of that is Date Material. Not that she wants it to be, it’s just-- Nanami hates to disappoint. If this is going to be Jiro’s single trip to the mortal world, then she really should try to make it special, maybe even go along with--

“I don’t understand,” Jirou huffs, coat shrugged so high it must itch his ears. “It’s a tree.”

It’s a long way down from the gallery to the mall’s lowest floor, but Nanami leans over anyway, wondering whether she could grab one of the snowflakes hanging from the rafters if she just reached out her hand. “I’d think out of anyone, you would understand how important a tree can be.”

“The sacred sakura is the source of Kurama’s life and power.” His lips peel back in a sneer. “This is indoors.”

“It’s a Christmas tree!” The bulky banister digs into her back as she turns, grinning up at him. “Don’t you guys have--?”

Slouched in his wool coat Jirou looks like any other guy walking past, but skepticism pulls his spine straight, putting him head and shoulders above even the tallest passerby. With his arms crossed and face drawn into a forbidding scowl, it hardly matters that he doesn’t have his wings or isn’t dressed in his monk’s robes-- he’s every inch a god.

Or a spirit, or-- ah, whatever tengu are. She’d never been too clear on just who made the cut for kami, and at this point in the game, it’s a little late to ask.

“Ah, right, no, you wouldn’t.” With the way time works on the mountain, Jirou might even predate the concept. “It’s from the West. It’s a night where couples go out, and--”

Her teeth clamp down, biting back the words. What’s wrong with her, mentioning couples’ holidays to the only guy who has ever confessed to her? Especially when she already rejected him for reasons-- reasons that have flitted off to the spirit world, probably to discourage her too, and--

“Are you going to get souvenirs for your brothers?” she asks, breathless.

She braces for him to scoff, to tell her that the once-soujoubou has no need for gifts, but Jirou only blinks. “Souvenirs?”

Ah, right. The tengu never leave the mountain. “When you go somewhere, it’s polite to bring back gifts. Food and stuff! A little slice of the mortal realm for everyone to enjoy.”

Only a few months ago, Jirou’s frown would have been enough to make her back track and tremble, hoping his wrath wouldn’t come down on her the way the gods were so fond of doing, But a week under his wing, so to speak, and now she knows: he’s thinking. “...Polite?”

“C’mon.” She hooks her arm around his. “There’s a store right over there.”

It doesn’t strike her until they’re in front of the novelty chocolates, Jirou standing as still as a deer in headlights, that oh yes, the man from the magical mountain might be paralyzed by choice.

“There’s so many,” he manages, strained. “How do you do this? This whole world is so distracting. It’s a wonder any one of you gets anything done with all this going on.”

Nanami leans a hip against the wall, not bothering to smother her grin. “It’s because we’re getting stuff done that there is all this.”

His mouth rounds. “Oh.”

She plucks a box off the stacks of snacks, a to-scale miniature chocolate Skytree. “Do you think this is why the mortal world corrupts the tengu? I’ve never thought about it, but I suppose we’re spoiled for choice down here. And everything must seem so fast.”

“Maybe.” He approaches the word slowly, lips wrapping around on tip-toe, as if sneaking up on it might make it easier to say. In the end he grimaces anyway, cheeks flushed. “I’ve since realized that the corruption of the mortal realm might have less to do with its vices, and more to do with its, er...”

His dark eyes flick toward her, pink creeping up to his ears before they skitter away. “Taking into account the other prohibition of Kurama, the first Soujoubou might have been more concerned with keeping his brothers from distracting themselves with the, er...mortal women that lived there, rather than any other excess.”

“Oh,” she squeaks, her own face suddenly hot. “Yeah, I guess that would be...”

“I agree.”

Her head snaps up, watching as he delicately picks up a snow globe from the shelf behind him, a small version of Ueno Park painstakingly modeled inside. “We are told that we hatch from beneath the branches of the sacred sakura. I certainly don’t remember anything before my time at Kurama. But for Shinjirou to be the Soujoubou’s son, then that means he must have...”

Jirou’s mouth pulls thin.

“Well, there must be some lady tengu, right?” Nanami can’t recall ever seeing one, but she’d be the first to admit: her sample size is small. “On one of the other mountains, maybe? It’s not like the Soujoubou...”

His steady stare is more answer than she needs, and yet he still tells her. “I heard he was a handsome man, in his younger years.”

“Ah.”

He lifts his shoulder, cheeks burning too bright to be casual. “The last century was a hard one.”

“Right,” she murmurs faintly. “I’ve heard kids will do that to you.”

An hour and three stores later, Jirou finally settles on some wagashi shaped unseasonably into sakura blossoms, sold two in a package, grimacing as Nanami shakes out the shrine box to pay for them.

“Don’t worry,” she tells him, with a smile, “I planned for this!”

He does insist on paying for the lucky cat three stores over, pulling out a stack of bills that certainly aren’t from the spirit world. “It’s for the Soujoubou,” he explains, firm. “It wouldn’t be appropriate to ask you to pay.”

“You’re bringing Manekineko onto a mountain full of birds?” Her mouth twitches as his furrows wearily. “He’ll be one well fed cat!”

“The Soujoubou likes them. Cats, I mean.” He softens as she gazes down at the bag, like he can see the figure even through the glossy paper. “He says they carry their weight keeping the mice out of the kitchen.”

Nanami blinks. “You guys get mice in the spirit world?”

His mouth hooks into a smirk. “ Whether they are made by gods or men, few things have as little respect for boundaries as a mouse.”

“Ah.” She stares down at the bag. “I guess that makes--”

The gloss shimmers as it flies from his hand, knocked back to the pavement. Nanami needs a solid second of blinking for the moment to come into focus: the bag laying on the ground, Manekineko’s box slid half out of it; Jirou standing stock still on the walkway, as if the ground was made of glass and even a breath could make it shatter; a little boy sprawled on the ground at his feet, staring up and up and up, tears already beading on his eyelashes.

“Stupid.” The mountain of a man-- of a god glares down the long slope of his nose, just as remote and aloof as Kurama itself, and Nanami stiffens, her breath caught in the heavy weight of her lungs. Even without his robe, he’s imposing, and the boy on the ground shivers the way Botanmaru used to at the very sound of Jirou’s name. She can’t forget how the little crows had all feared him, how they would flinch at even the gentlest raised hand--

“Here,” Jirou murmurs, crouching as much as a man his height can manage. “Are you hurt? Can you stand?”

“N-no.” The boy blinks, shaking his head. “I mean, yeah. I can...I can get up, I think.”

“Then there is no reason to sit on the ground.” His large hand juts out, just in front of the boy’s face. “Who do you belong--?” Jirou catches himself. “Do you have a guardian nearby? A...parent?”

“Y-yeah.” That small hand folds into Jirou’s, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. He can’t be more than six or seven, too young to be wandering alone, but too old to suffer being stuck to someone’s side. “My m-mom.”

“A mother.” Jirou’s face softens. It does things to her stomach that Nanami refuses to contemplate. “She must worry over you.”

The boy flushes, tucking his face into his shoulder to hide it. “Yeah, I guess. Maybe.”

“Come, then.” With an awkwardness that’s almost endearing, Jirou shifts his grip, holding the boy’s hand so delicately it might as well be made of glass. “Let us see if we can find this woman. Your return will go a long way toward easing her mind.”

The boy’s cheeks blow out, half a pout. “Okay, mister, if you say so.”

It takes only a minute or two to locate his mother, weighed down by a half dozen bags and on her phone, placing a frantic call to the help desk.

“Daisuke!” she gasps, clutching the boy to her, not letting him shake her off. “How many times have I told you to stay close! There’s too many people for you to go running around!”

“I just wanted to check out the Lego store,” he huffs, suffering through her kissing and scolding with belligerent embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to go far. I would have come right back if I hadn’t run into-- er, I mean...”

“Run into?” His mother blinks, and that’s when she notices Jirou, looming awkwardly a few steps away. “Daisuke!” she hisses, manhandling him into a bow. “I’m so sorry that my son inconvenienced you, sir. I promise that we raised him better than to be such a bother.”

“Ah.” One hand raises, soothing. “Please, you don’t have to explain to me. I understand. Young boys often seek out their own adventures.”

“Oh.” The woman’s eyes trail up him, from the thick sole of his boots to the fur trim of his hat-- and when she’s done, she glances over his shoulder, squarely at Nanami, before she asks, “You have children of your own?”

“No, no.” His hands wave between them, a soft denial. “Younger brothers.”

“I see, I see.” Or so she might say, but the gaze she fixes on Nanami is far too speculative, the implication so heavy she can’t help but turn away, flushed. “Go on, apologize for interrupting their night, Daisuke.”

“Sorry,” the boy informs the pavement. “I’ll be more careful next time.”

“Really, it’s no trouble.” Jirou’s voice is always heavy, each word spoken with a palpable weight, but for once--

For once, there’s a laugh bubbling beneath it, too light to be smothered by seriousness, one that sets his lips twitching, a smile haunting the corners of his smirk. Happiness.

It looks nice on him. 

It takes another ten minutes for Daisuke’s mother to be content with her son’s apologies; Jirou’s protests going unmarked with each bow and scrape. Don’t go easy on him, she insists, he needs to learn some manners.

“I think,” Jirou murmurs, humor clinging to the shadows of his words, “that maybe Shinjirou is lucky the Soujoubou did not bring his mother to the mountain. They are fearsome.”

There’s an ache in her chest, an old one, the kind that never fills but simply is grown used to, until it feels natural to never heal. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t remember much about my mom.”

His mouth is already open with his next question, but she can’t stop herself, not when the words are already struggling their way out through her lips. “You’ve changed.”

She glances up at him just in time to catch the way his eyes round and his mouth slackens, a blush blooming across his cheeks that has nothing to do with cold. “What...?” He clears his throat, and once again he’s Jirou, aloof and alone, the strongest tengu on Kurama. “What do you mean?”

“The Jirou I met a few months ago wouldn’t have helped that boy.” Her elbow pokes into his unyielding side. This guy obviously doesn’t skip ab day. Or...whatever day they trained to make what should be love handles into solid steel. “He would have just told him he was weak and a disappointment to his ancestors. He certainly wouldn’t have helped him to his feet, let alone find his mom.”

“That’s...true enough,” he admits, reluctantly. “My mind was always bent toward pleasing the Soujoubou. To living up to his example and becoming the strongest of his sons. I thought that if I became a man he could rely on, if I made the rest of my brothers as strong as me...”

That it would protect him. Or rather, their way of life. He’d explained as much, when they descended into the Thunderbeast’s lair.

He coughs, cold steaming his breath. “All those years, I worried over only the most superficial aspects of being Soujoubou. I neglected to see even the most basic truths, the ones my master had gone to great pains to show me, even as I proved over and over that I did not understand. There is more to strength than the physical. There is more to discipline than denial.”

Nanami hooks a hand around his arm, squeezing it. “It’s good that you did learn it though. It takes a very big person to admit when they were wrong.”

She doesn’t add, especially a god. She’s learned the hard way that you never know when one is listening, especially when their winds are such tattletales.

“It was you that showed me that, Nanami. I allowed my vision to be clouded by pride, and you--” Jirou glances down at her, that stony glaze softening to something almost human-- “you saved me. All of us on Kurama. Our lives have been changed by your touch, and I, for one, will never forget what we owe you.”

“O-oh.” The way he looks at her, it’s so-- so intimate, the way she catches Tomoe looking at her in the breath before he turns away. The way she wishes he would without needing to hide it. That someone would, without acting it was some great sufferance, a lowering of their standards.

And here Jirou is, giving it to her for free, no strings attached. In a way that makes her want to turn toward it, the way flowers do for the sun, unfurling her petals to bask in its glow--

It’s too much.

“Oh, is that, um--” her eyes dart over the street, trying to find something to hold onto, some flotsam in the storm of these feelings-- and she finds it. “Ice skating?”

Jirou blinks. “Excuse me?”

“Come on.” She hooks her arm through his, dragging him toward the stop light, eye fixed on where the crowd presses around Ueno’s plaza. “Let’s go.”

[yyhimagines]

hi the imagi es here are so cute! I really like riding horses and I think it would be silly if yusuke and the boys were riding horses with me, I imagine kurama might be good at it but everyone else would struggle, LOL! would you be able to write something about that when you have time?

"You gotta relax," you insist. "Horses can sense your nerves, and it makes them nervous, too." "Easy for you to say," Yusuke says, grip on the reigns far too tight and his posture far too stiff in the saddle. "How do you know it's not gonna suddenly freak out and buck me off?" "Just don't spook it," Kurama says. "Breathe, relax your posture, and lighten up on the reigns." "He's right," you say. "Loosen your hips and just sway with the saddle. If you tighten up like that your horse is going to stop." "What, you're telling us these things can sense the tension in our bodies?" Kuwabara seems horrified, and his horse stands nervously, ears back attentively and listening to its rider with excruciating detail. "Yeah, they can," you say. "You have a cat, right? Just think of it like interacting with your cat." Kuwabara groans uncomfortably, but he looks down at the beast beneath him, takes a deep breath, releases the tension in his body with a heavy exhale, and reaches out to stroke his ride's neck. The horse responds favorably, shifting its weight and letting out a gentle sound. It can still sense Kuwabara's nerves, but suddenly Kuwabara feels a bit more in-tune with the creature. "That's more like it," Kurama says, riding up beside Kuwabara and his mount while keeping a respectable distance and making sure Kuwabara's horse knew he was coming. "Yeah!" You smile widely. "Just remember: no sudden movements, no shouting, no hitting, and try to relax. There's a rhythm between you and your horse. You just gotta find it."

Yusuke looks pale, but he tries to keep this advice in mind. He's got a long way to go. "Come on, Yusuke—you can handle demons and monsters, but not a vegetarian?" You both tease and try to boost his confidence at the same time. "Yeah, it's the vegetarians you have to watch out for."

[joisbishmyoga]

Ten Line Tag Game

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

I got tagged by blenderfullasarcasm. So! In no particular order, based on which I've worked on most recently, including unpublished work:

1. "I'm sorry I don't know more," Kurama said, hands clasped worriedly in front of him, eyes just that slightest bit too wide for calm as he glanced past Maya's father. [Unpublished YYH work, "Narcissus Winks".]

2. It was fortunate the heavy door was unlatched, because Caius hit it with his shoulder -- not, unfortunately, the part where a heavy grip had him, but more in front, just above the rip in his jacket where the silver embroidery of his rank insignia had been torn out, along with the buttons to the accompanying pocket. [Unpublished and untitled one-shot for The Titan's Bride.]

3. Ann would like it known that she is totally going to scream for the guards as soon as this bird-headed weirdo lets go. [Unpublished Persona 5 fic, "Obverse".]

4. A stunning redhead frowned delicately at sample pages spread across a table at the far side of the room. [March Prompt Fic, a DCMK/Persona 5 (and 3) xover.]

5. Saguru thumbed through the convention schedule on his phone. [February Prompt Fic, supernatural shenanigans in DCMK.]

6. "General!"

Obi-Wan -- still reeling from the oddest surge in the Force -- finished tugging his mount to a halt, clinging to the cliffside, and peered down in bemusement at the man free-climbing recklessly in his wake. [Star Wars fic, "It May Have Started With..."]

7. Sae had taken the phone with her. [Persona 5 fic, "Enlightenment", which is currently being expanded; the first chapter is identical for both versions.]

8. "I have decided," Mme. Balon announced near the end of Friday's cooldown session, "that all of you are advanced enough to experiment with doing your own choreography." [Miraculous Ladybug fic, "Gravity's Just A Habit", using a variation of edorazzi's twin AU.]

9. Princess Thalia was bored.

(This, dear readers, is a warning.) [Untitled original work, planned with a friend some 15 yrs ago or so. Man, we've forgotten so much of it...]

10. Over the summer, the alliance had set up a small tower in the curve of a sandstone outcrop near the Naka River, in one of the less contested borderlands between the Uchiha, Senju, and Aburame. [Naruto fic, Tobirama smut series, "Early Days Yet".]

[redsamuraiii]

The flyer and map from Mount Kurama

As you can see the mountain area is bigger than expected. I rode up the cable car at the start and hike the rest of the way up. What's interesting is the cable car station which doesn't look and feel like one. It's more like a temple. I didn't take photo unfortunately.

But this is what it looks like from Google Image. The moment you enter the wooden building station, you could smell the incense and hear recordings of a Buddhist chanting at the altar. I didn't noticed it then as the light was dimmed but it's dedicated to Bishamonten.

I only realized it when I got this small prayer paper after purchasing the cable car ticket at the self-service ticketing machine. Minamoto no Yoshitsune prayed to this deity during his time here, the same deity, Uesugi Kenshin prayed which ensured their victorious battles.

[lunarwildrose]

Fun fact: Karasu-Tengu dress up as monks / priests to play mischievous tricks on ppl, and reside mostly upon Mount Kurama.

Karasu-Tengu roughly translates to English as, "Crow Goblin", hence why I call our babies "The Little Crow Goblins", with Dada shortening it to "Crow Goblins", which stuck, hehe ^^;

We have 15 with one on the way for the Year of the Cat, cos I really wanted an extra baby born in the Year of Nabi. 🐱

It's the Year of the Cat in Vietnam, and Bunny elsewhere, btw! 🐰

/// Not my art. ^^; I think it's from "Crow Week".

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[ask-misun-and-oc]

Saniwa's problem about historical rift in the past

Note: It's base on IkeGen and IkeSen reference

Yoritomo: What do you mean 'Yoshitsune is still alive'?! I've already killed him right before the battle of Oshu!

Imanotsurugi: //sobbing// Y-y...you are right. I never forget how did you kill him!

Ryuji: Calm down. I know it's confusing. If you confused about Yoshitsune's presence, then i get suspicious about why did you let your own enemy alive //pointing his sword to Shigehira//

Shigehira: Humph! Nonsense, actually i prefer be execute rather than broke my loyality by joining the enemy!

Yoritomo: Hoho, there is a reason i won't execute. Beside, i'm on mood to invite you.

Ryuji: Eeeeek, you are 'tongue-twister' shogun~ Huuuu

Kashuu: Seems you said the wrong idioms, Ryuji. It's 'an axe to grind' shogun.

Kagetoki: So... in your view, Yoshitsune actually died but you found him alive?

Mikazuki: Obviously.

Ryuji: I predict the Jikkan Shokogun manifested as 'Kurama Tengu' and saved Yoshitsune! Or maybe... that demon was corrupted by Jikkan Shokogun.

Yoritomo: Pathetic! You can't defeat that demon, young man. //smirks// unless you join my force.

Iwatooshi: Try me... //steps a head but held by Mikazuki// You can't just underestimate our power, Yoritomo!

Yoritomo: Owh, why are you guys so naive? I just say the truth. He is powerful enough. Luckily i offer an help for you. Do you know why? Because, i have Tamamo-no-Mae and the person who can control 'him'

Ryuji: SOMETHING'S WRONG ON YOUR LEAD!!! Too much rift!

Yoshino: Ummm... ca-calm down. It's just accidental. I mean... i'm just trying to save the fox, but-

Ryuji: Excuse me!! Lemme tell you something. The shogunate get the wrong lead and Yoshitsune mustn't be exist. Accept the fate, Shigehira. You supposed to die in 1185 because the burning incident on Kanto. And you, two-faced shogun, Tamamo-no-Mae supposed to be sealed forever. But i couldn't agree more about your offering. We can make an alliance to defeat Yoshitsune and his rebel army.

//meanwhile on Mount Kurama//

Hizamaru: Dammit! They are too much. How can we defeat them, anija?

Yoshitsune: Now tell me, 'touken danshi'. To whom do you belong? Is he... my brother?!

Higekiri: I don't belong to Yoritomo anymore. Beside, it's useless for seeking the revenge toward him. I know Yoritomo is such selfish person.

Benkei: Well, it's none your bussiness. Beside, Yoritomo tries to take control of Tamamo-no-Mae by breaking the Sesshō-seki with the help from Abe no Yasuchika.

Yoichi: What?! I though he is dead.

Yoshitsune: Then we have to be careful now. Who knows he is the one who will control Tamamo-no-Mae

Sueharu: The rumor said, he is the incarnation of Abe no Seimei. Beside, i heard Yoritomo has released Shigehira then later become his ally.

Hizamaru: Wait! I though... Shigehira was executed in 1185? What's wrong with the timeline?!

Higekiri: So, our enemies are Yoshitsune and Yoritomo. Now we're focusing on Yoshitsune's presence to fix the timeline.

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*sound of sword clashes*

Nobunaga: Shit! You don't even try to attack me and my lucky charm.

Hasebe: What does 'your lucky charm' mean!! I don't like to see you live longer!

Fudou: //carries Ranmaru on his shoulder// What do you mean, idiot. Why... why do you hate Nobunaga. Why don't you be proud seeing his ambition-

Hasebe: //still fighting with Nobunaga// NONSENSE!!! I know the fact i belong to Nobunaga, but I PROUD FOR BEING BELONGED TO NAGAMASA!!

Hideyoshi: Nobunaga-sama! There is a troops that destroyed Honnoji.

Mistunari: Is it... is it comes from Kenshin or an impostor?

Ieyasu: But Masamune found Kenshin forming a reinforcement.

Ryuji: Wtf- Kenshin is still alive?! And... the Honnoji-

Kurikara Gou: This is getting worse, Ryuji. What's should we do? Will we failed? According the fact, it's Mitsuhide who burns the Honnoji castle.

Ryuji: Mweeeh, i'm still clueless. How about you, Yamanbagiri 'Kunihiro'?

Yamanbagiri: I don't know. Let's ask the girl behind you first. I found her carries Nobunaga. I have no choice to let Nobunaga alive since this girl begged to me. The girl also our priority too because she is innocent here.

Mai: You seems familiar. Have we ever met before?

Ryuji: I don't even know who you are. Anyway, how can you get here?

Mai: Ummm... i... i come to future too, but... what i remember, i was in funeral and... i saw a man with glasses and suddenly a thunder appeared before i saw his face.

Yamanbagiri: Don't tell me //panic// A Kebishii?! They accidentally send this girl to Sengoku era?

Konno: According to the report, there is a rift on the future era. An historical figure was sent to future by Jikkan Shokogun. Perhaps that makes Kebishii appears.

Yamanbagiri: Did you know who is that person?

Ryuji: //knowing if the guy who ran toward him was the historical figure// NYAAAAAAA, SASUKEEEEEEE!!!

Kurikara Gou: Huh?

//meanwhile at miles away from the Honnoji castle//

Sasuke: //hearing Ryuji screamed// I've ever heard the scene but... where?

Kenshin: Nonsense, Sasuke! Keep your eye on Oda troops. Their vassal suspecting us.

Shingen: Yooosh, we can prepare the troops before they get ready for attack.

Kenshin: No! First, we have to investigate whether Nobunaga is dead or not.

Yagen: //hide inside the bushes with Souza// He supposed to die before Honnoji incident.

Souza: Is that Sasuke Sarutobi? He is the guy who teleported to future until Kebishii bring him back.

[alusa12]

The Healing Touch: Exploring Reiki Massage Therapy

In the realm of alternative medicine and holistic healing, Reiki massage therapy stands out as a gentle yet powerful technique that aims to promote balance, relaxation, and overall well-being. Rooted in ancient Japanese healing traditions, Reiki combines the therapeutic benefits of touch with the flow of universal life force energy to facilitate healing on physical, emotional, and spiritual levels. In this comprehensive guide, we delve into the origins, principles, techniques, benefits, and modern applications of Reiki massage therapy, shedding light on its profound healing potential and transformative effects.

Origins of Reiki Massage Therapy

Reiki, which means "universal life energy" in Japanese, was developed in the early 20th century by Mikao Usui, a Japanese Buddhist monk and spiritual teacher. Usui's journey to discovering Reiki began with a quest for personal healing and enlightenment, leading him to undergo intense spiritual practices and meditation. Through a mystical experience on Mount Kurama in Japan, Usui claimed to have received the knowledge and ability to harness and channel healing energy, which became the foundation of the Reiki healing system.증평출장안마

Principles of Reiki Massage Therapy

At the core of Reiki massage therapy are five fundamental principles or precepts that serve as guiding principles for practitioners and recipients alike:

Just for today, I will not be angry.

Just for today, I will not worry.

Just for today, I will be grateful.

Just for today, I will do my work honestly.

Just for today, I will be kind to every living thing.

These principles emphasize the importance of cultivating a positive mindset, living in the present moment, and embracing compassion and gratitude in daily life.

Techniques Used in Reiki Massage Therapy

During a Reiki massage therapy session, the practitioner gently places their hands on or near the recipient's body, allowing the flow of healing energy to pass through them and into the recipient. The practitioner may use a series of hand placements to target specific areas of the body, including the head, shoulders, chest, abdomen, and limbs. Unlike traditional massage techniques that involve kneading or manipulating the muscles, Reiki massage relies on the transmission of energy to promote relaxation, reduce stress, and support the body's natural healing processes. 

Benefits of Reiki Massage Therapy

Stress Reduction: Reiki massage promotes deep relaxation and helps to reduce stress and anxiety, creating a sense of peace and calmness.

Pain Relief: Reiki massage can help alleviate physical discomfort and pain by supporting the body's natural ability to heal and restore balance.증평출장마사지

Emotional Healing: Reiki massage therapy can facilitate emotional healing by releasing emotional blockages, promoting self-awareness, and fostering a sense of inner peace and harmony.

Enhanced Well-Being: Reiki massage therapy supports overall well-being by promoting balance and harmony in the body, mind, and spirit.

Spiritual Growth: Reiki massage therapy can deepen one's spiritual connection, enhance intuition, and facilitate personal growth and transformation.

Modern Applications of Reiki Massage Therapy

In recent years, Reiki massage therapy has gained popularity and acceptance in mainstream healthcare settings, wellness centers, spas, and holistic healing practices worldwide. It is often used as a complementary therapy alongside conventional medical treatments to support healing and promote overall well-being. Additionally, Reiki massage therapy is increasingly being integrated into various healthcare settings, including hospitals, clinics, and hospice care facilities, to provide comfort, relaxation, and emotional support to patients.

Conclusion

Reiki massage therapy offers a gentle yet profound approach to healing and well-being, harnessing the universal life force energy to promote balance, relaxation, and holistic healing. Whether seeking relief from physical discomfort, emotional stress, or spiritual growth, Reiki massage therapy offers a safe, non-invasive, and deeply nurturing experience that can benefit individuals of all ages and backgrounds. As more people embrace the principles of holistic health and mind-body-spirit connection, Reiki massage therapy continues to shine as a transformative modality that brings healing, harmony, and wholeness to the body, mind, and spirit.

[yyh4ever]

HG Yu Yu Hakusho Figure Collection

"Yu Yu Hakusho" is now available in the traditional figure brand "HG Series"! It is a set of 4 characters: Yusuke Urameshi, Kazuma Kuwabara, Kurama and Hiei, plus a bromide.

Publisher: Bandai

Price: 5,980 yen (tax included)

Size: about 65 to 100mm (H)

Material: PVC (body and pedestal)

Reservations: Premium Bandai from May 19, 2023 (Friday)

Scheduled to be shipped in September 2023

The figures feature Yusuke, Kuwabara, Kurama, and Hiei in dynamic poses. Yusuke comes with an exchangeable fist part, from a punch to a spirit gun fist:

It also includes a special bromide with 3 familiar scenes from the OP, Eyecatch and ED of the anime, in a photograph mount.

Bromide Size: about 86mm (H) x 59mm (W)

Material: PP

Set contents:

Yusuke Urameshi (with pedestal) x 1

Exchange fist parts for Yusuke Urameshi x 1

Kazuma Kuwabara (with pedestal) x 1

Kurama (with pedestal) x 1

Hiei (with pedestal) × 1

3 types of special bromide (with mount) × 1

[terrifickid]

Matsuri

Dunno, it was a very vivid dream to have on a window sill.

I feel real and the nation-state paradigm seems unreal - adversarial, killing everyone including me, corrupt, insane.

I have friends and we talk about it and lots of people respect and support my decision. Just seems like a natural process I'm participating in. Aligned with my values, perceptions and history as part of a legitimate sequence of pursuing my life.

I don't really see any major obstacles or challenges.

That's not ever going to change. If somehow I'm able to keep living it won't be for very long - and I'll not be exiting the spirit world - and I won't be talking to many people again and we're going to work for positive outcomes and well-being - not tourism infrastructure.

I think the first thing that must be realize is our life isn't about health or wealth or happiness. It's about, the glory of God, so to speak. And what we are is part and parcel of our life. Our life is well basically a karmic drama for some reason as part of our work or development or something - it's an extension of 'the plan'. So, you're welcome to start printing ironic tshirts but if nature willed you to live forever you would. It's not that everyone should kill themselves or not or print or not - everyone has their own karma I guess and this is what it looks like.

I don't generally die, but when I do it's wholeheartedly.

Well I believe that I will die because I want to die and I've never wanted that before now. I want to die because I want to leave my body and go to the sun to continue. Corroborating this feeling is a sense of disgust with the planet I have traveled for 40 years and a sense of completion with my career and studies as well as the culmination of adulthood I guess of turning 40.

Moreover, I see no potential way I could continue to live, no ideas as to any alternative life or self or belief, no obligations to shirk, no kids and no personal dreams or aspirations unrealized. Nothing I can imagine would even be bearable to do.

Additionally, 3 years ago I was diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder - so I am constantly experiencing paranoid delusions, ear ringing, and auditory and visual hallucinations. This has been slowly degenerating since birth.

Additionally, I was diagnosed with attachment disorder at 17. A condition arising likely when I was an infant.

So this all aligns with my primary life's work which was to understand who I was, where I was and what was going on. This multidisciplinary study could be said to have converged both miraculously, mystically, actually and historically at mount kurama in the concept of fudo-myo. This is related and aligned with the cosmogony of the soul. That cosmogony and the space I find myself actually in and perceiving is of one universal family of beings within relationship - their interactions promulgating an unknowable becoming within a vast, grand and good design. This perception also includes perceptions of higher dimensionality, a presence or soul beyond my physical body and contact and communication with various 'dragon filled dragons' - relatable intelligences I guess who identify themselves as God, and the angels who are the same dieties as canonized in world religions. Who are very nice, considerate and helpful may I add! These intelligences made their presence known to me as early as when I was 7 or so by performing a miracle regarding bringing me money. These beings have guided me here into the world's religion and those same beings have been experienced to have guided others to help me as well according to my direct questioning of other people.

Irrespective of the truth of any matter - I may or may not act. It's generally considered that people with schizoaffective disorder require assistance with their lives. I believe I have an obligation to take care of my own health. With no cure available I can only manage the symptoms and will require living assistance.

The future has yet to be won and I have no desire or taste for suicide. If I can not attain living assistance, or dying assistance nor take care of myself then continuing to live, to my thinking, will be an impossibility and I will become a schizophrenic homeless person with a short life span.

What will I do then?

I will have to make a choice to act - how would I choose to not immediately seek to end my life in a pleasant way to continue on with my studies?

How could I make the choice to go to a homeless shelter. Would I sit and meditate? Why would I personally choose to do that with no reason? I would neither do that than become the world's foremost baseball pitcher. For what reason would I build houses for the homeless when I would be unable to cooperate with the group, a security liability - moreover - it would not fit the paradigm of universal destiny and divine design - since everyone is fine and these scenarios work to promulgate the fates.

Will I then follow a series of commands?

There will only be my own choice to end this unserving, toxic and abusive relationship or continue within it.

I have already made the decision as far as treatment and a solution to this conundrum.

I will remain present. This form of meditation is the same as mentioned in Psalm 91:1-4 - I for one welcome whatever alien overlords may well be on their way - as well as this spiraling energy tunnel gateway I find myself within at each moment.

I believe this is the exploit I will use to overcome this so-called "Kobayashi Maru" no-win simulation scenario.

And that by remaining present, synonymous with this gateway process will I be ushered into a higher dimensional reality.

And live!