#rash chakra

[ctommyscribbles]

C!Clingyduo x Naruto

I really like how i draw ctubbo here

Some hc i have below

Tubbo is similar to sakura in the sense he started out with no special bloodlines or inherited power. He eventually learns seals and focuses on bomb based attacks. He also has been practicing better punches with chakra. Earth type.

Tommy was a clumsy and rash genin who would get into trouble a lot. Honestly don't like how i designed him here lol. He's a wind type

[futuremrscameron]

what puppy wears in a week:

monday-

attends a mommy and me class with juno and spends the rest of the day with him on her back or in a shopping cart. he’s excited to run errands with his mama, and she’s happy to have an adorable partner in crime. bumps into topper at the farmer’s market in figure eight; they have better vegetables, and she’s got money to spend. he’s real awkward about her and juno, and kind of threatens the pogues; she wasn’t paying attention when he told her to pass on a message. she does tell john b and sarah, but only because they promise not to do anything rash

tuesday-

hanging out at the pogues’ surf shop. gets her chakra read by kiara out of fear of mercury being in retrograde, listens to jj’s dramatic retelling of almost getting bit by a shark (pope chimes in to correct him), works the register while sarah takes her break, watches john b wax his board, makes a bet with jj of how many dick jokes they can make before he picks up on it, and helps cleo in the garden.

wednesday-

working. it’s business as usual at the shop, slow but steady, allowing her to do some light reading between the lulls in foot traffic. gets lunch with sarah and lets her stay in the shop until it’s closing time. they ride back home on her bike and find john b asleep with baby juno on his chest. it becomes puppy’s lockscreen

thursday-

her sister’s back on the island for the week, so she’s (reluctantly) left baby juno with her to avoid another speech about “relying on others” and “enjoying her youth.” she’s bored, so she joins john b on his newest mission, following whatever lead he’s found. john b says she’s dressed too nicely for the stuff they’ll be doing, but she thinks he’s exaggerating. how hard can research be? he gives her his jacket to make her look tougher, and she takes it only because it matches her boots. they end up being chased down only once, which she finds out is good? she’s glad they got to hang out one-on-one again, but tells him he owes her one.

friday-

cashes in her favor with john b, has him pick up party supplies with jj so she can focus on getting ready for the boneyard. he ends up acting as the chauffeur for the rest of the day and draws the short straw for designated driver, leaving puppy to get as faded as she wants. spends most of her time there dancing with sarah and drinking jj under the table. they call it a night when she starts crying about missing juno and showing pictures of him eating applesauce to the other partygoers. john b sleeps on the couch after getting kicked off the bed by sarah.

saturday-

wakes up bright and early to make her famous hangover cure for the pogues, passed out in the chateau. she leaves a note and heads out to run errands, which takes up half of her day. when she gets back, she’s greeted by sarah fanning out smoke from the stove from a failed surprise dinner. they order pizza and fall asleep while watching reruns of monk.

sunday-

picking up juno from her sister’s and spending the rest of the day with her baby. the day’s spent in the garden and ends with her falling asleep in the hammock with him in her arms, a rare stress free day

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[depressedhatakekakashi]

About the Kakashi retires at 14 Au, how do you think most of the things, like Naruto being a ninja... or not, would work out?

Also how would Kakashi and Naruto's relationship be? Would Kakashi tell him the truth (or parts of it) eventually?

It seems interesting for sure

I think the rule of not telling Naruto the truth would still exist (cuz Hiruzen) so Kakashi wouldn’t be allowed to Tell Naruto for the first 13 yrs of his life

After Hiruzen’s death he might approach Tsunade about finally telling Naruto, and i think given her connection with Naruto she’d choose to let Kakashi. It would be awkward and hard of course, but Kakashi would finally be able to sit Naruto down and tell him the truth

And of course Naruto would be upset he wasn’t told earlier, but Kakashi would be honest with him about why he wasn’t told and the barriers he faced, and although it would take Naruto time to understand and accept this he would

I think he’d leave the village pretty pissed at Kakashi Tbh so those three years of him training with Jiraiya are extra hard on Kakashi, but when he comes back it’s with a new understanding and the two of them can apologize to each other and talk it out and move forward

As a shinobi Naruto would still be pretty unpredictable since that’s his battle style (and a good mix of Minato’s genius and Kushina’s rashness) but Kakashi would also be training him as he grows up. He’s not going to let Naruto go out into the workd unpreppared. It’ll be hard (his fortee isn’t teaching chakra control, hence why he asked Ebisu for help there) but i think the two of them would get there with some damn hard work

[electrasev5nwrites]

Ninja Daily: Clarity 15

Kakashi suppressed a cringe, blocking a strike with a kunai and lashing out in a low kick that his opponent moved around. He tore his attention away from Naruto and firmly onto his own fight, but couldn't keep from commenting internally.

'Things like that are why people are frightened by jinchuuriki.'

The water brat really shouldn't have provoked Naruto. It took him a pitifully short time to rip apart the youngest Akatsuki on the cellular level- when a wind-natured Rasengan didn't do the trick, corrosive demonic chakra and his bare hands did. Kakashi tried not to wince. He half-wished he hadn't turned to see the source of the screaming.

Naruto was probably more resistant to the corrosion than even most other jinchuuriki- he'd been born to another jinchuuriki. His body had acclimated and worked around the poison even as he was formed.

It was still phenomenally creepy to see him only get bleeding rashes from exposure to the same poisonous heat that had vaporized the Akatsuki made of water. A few minutes later, Naruto was fine- not even panting anymore.

"Need help, sensei?" Naruto cupped his hands around his mouth to yell across the distance, too cautious to barge in on such a fast fight if his assistance wasn't needed.

'Tobi is too aggressive. There's no way I want Naruto in this fight.'

Kakashi grunted dismissively, despite knowing that the boy couldn't possibly hear. He dodged backwards and twisted away from Tobi's offensive. It took a few moments for him to have enough time to shake his head in response. Naruto must have seen, because he darted off to help the Suna nin.

'I have to know this man somehow, or he knows me at least. Whoever he is, he seems to want the visceral pleasure of killing me in close range combat, despite an inability to get the upper hand that way. If he'd just wanted to win, he would have kept using the showy techniques that put me on the run at the start of this fight.'

It was galling to admit, but Tobi was more powerful than he was. After all the work he'd done in the past years to improve his mastery of his Sharingan and despite a lifetime's worth of techniques stolen, perfected, and created, he was out-matched.

'Of course, I do have one advantage. He's arrogant enough to want to beat me at my best suit instead of the one where he has a strong advantage.'

And that he could use.

They were both fast-very fast. At their skill level, close combat was decided by how their skill sets matched up and who would slip up first. Slipping up was often precipitated by making decisions out of reasons other than practicality and tactical assessment. Tobi was already compromised- Kakashi had no idea why, but he was.

"What the hell is that?"

The startled exclamation in the distance came a full second before Kakashi had registered the emergence of an enormous chakra signature. Kankuro had been the first to know that something was wrong. Kakashi didn't have time to muse that he really wouldn't have called that, preoccupied as he was with performing a backwards flip to dodge a swipe from Tobi.

'That's not one chakra signature,' Kakashi realized, heartbeat picking up. 'That's three.'

There was no mistaking that for anything else. Three sources of demonic chakra- how many jinchuuriki were in the area?

'This is insane. I don't know about the other two, but one is almost certainly Utakata. Did someone send reinforcements after us?'

He would have spent more time thinking about it if his long-awaited opening hadn't come just as his sandals touched down to the ground. Almost in slow motion, he saw Tobi jerk around to stare, completely forgetting that he was in the middle of a fight. Mistake. Kakashi lunged, fist lighting up with electricity. He crossed the space between them in a millisecond, leading with his arm. He wasn't aiming for the chest.

The ceramic mask shattered, some shards falling forwards. Larger chunks were still attached to the strings that had attached it behind Tobi's head. Victory was thrumming in his chest- yes, this would throw Madara off balance, and that jawline was far too strong for most Uchiha he remembered. Tobi moved backwards too late to save the mask and barely in time to save his face, head jerking up so that Kakashi's fist grazed over harmlessly.

Kakashi's Sharingan registered the movement as if in slow motion. Every fraction of a millisecond might as well have been a minute with his brain running at adrenaline-assisted full capacity. That was the only reason he managed to register a full look at the features behind the flying bits of mask.

His momentum carried him past Tobi, but his feet felt like lead. His landing was ungainly.

'That can't be right. It was a trick of the light.'

The hair on the back of his neck was standing straight up. Almost unwillingly, Kakashi turned to stare. His Sharingan throbbed. His mouth was dry. He swallowed.

Uchiha Madara looked taken aback, as if he too was mildly surprised that he was wearing Obito's face. Half of it was mangled with strange wrinkled scar tissue. The other half was a cruelly pristine marble sculpture of what that laughing boy would have grown up to be. Obito had never been so dispassionate.

And then mismatched Sharingan (and where did Madara get the spare, only one of those was a match to the one in Kakashi's skull) looked past Kakashi in clear disinterest. He clearly considered whatever was happening in the distance to be more important than watching a man fall apart.

"We'll have to finish this another time," Obito's voice said through Obito's mouth oh kami that was his best friend's corpse.

Chidori died in his hand, despite having only made a glancing blow. His fingers felt numb. And then Uchiha Madara was gone. With Obito's corpse.

Blood rushing in his ears was the only thing he could hear. He didn't come down to the real world until someone gripped his upper arm. Kakashi blinked, and noticed that he was trembling.

Naruto washed across his vision, big blue eyes wide with concern. "ay Sensei?" he was saying.

"What?" Kakashi asked reflexively, focusing with a terrible vivid certainty on his student's face. He was so bright. So alive. He distantly noted that the inhuman chakra in the distance had receded a bit, through distance or suppression. His stomach roiled.

"Pajama man wants to make a deal," he repeated, looking more concerned. "He says-"

"Quiet, brat," Kakuzu spat. The nuke-nin was breathing heavily, but three odd masks were hovering protectively around his body on undulating tentacles of black string. Temari and Kankuro looked worse than he did- scuffed, dirty, and probably scraped. Temari was bleeding steadily from her right forearm. "I give you information, and you don't follow me," Kakuzu proposed brusquely. His red-green eyes were narrowed in cold calculation at Kakashi. "I know where the man you care about went."

"He's long gone," Temari spat in disgust, gripping her arm tight to staunch the bleeding. "Don't think we're stupid."

The Akatsuki didn't alter his stony look, unfazed.

'If what he says doesn't check out, we'll kill him anyway.'

Out loud, he said, "Tobi is more important, but the Suna patrols will get you anyway." That show of faith soothed Temari's hackles down, though she still looked ready to spit venom. "What can you tell me?"

'WhathappenedtoObitohowIdon'tunderstand.'

"Tobi," Kakuzu pronounced in a tone with a strange sense of irony (or maybe Kakashi was being overly sensitive). "has gone not far from here. We made the trip to meet you in several minutes' time. He will have used his technique to travel most of the way and then approach on foot to gauge the situation."

"And what is that situation?" Kankuro challenged, cataloging the tension in the group with single-minded determination to think about the here and now because if he let his mind wander he was going to be useless.

Naruto was merely serious, but the Suna shinobi were awfully high-strung about three jinchuuriki in their country releasing demonic-

Two. Two jinchuuriki releasing demonic chakra, Kakashi internally corrected. One of them had dropped off the map. It was impossible to discern whether that meant they were dead or simply under control now.

"He left the girl there."

It took a moment to interpret that dispassionate statement. "What-", Kakashi began.

Kakuzu cut him off, clearly irritated by their inability to comprehend a fairly simple sentence. "The girl you were arguing about," he elaborated. "Tobi considers her very valuable. He had left her with Zetsu instead of risking her coming into contact with Konoha ninja." There was a slight pause. "Zetsu has never liked her."

Naruto made a small, wounded sound.

Temari snapped her fan shut, holstering it on her back in preparation for a run. "Where are we going?"

The thing that saved her from boiling alive in her skin was just how hastily the bijuu recognized each other and restrained their chakra, simmering down from dangerously defensive posturing to what apparently passed for politeness.

Her whole body thrummed with pain, one raw open wound. When the white clouds of rock chalk polluting the air cleared and Aiko blinked away tears, she got her first real look at chakra demons. They were a mixed bag.

A glossy blue beetle with a long, spiked torso and pointed green feet yawned into cognizance, fluttering sparkling wings with the colors of sunset burnt into their delicate membrane. The second beast was something ghastly, built entirely of naked muscle and horns with coloring the angry red of raw flesh-and tentacles. Why tentacles? The last being was –

"A monkey?" Aiko asked herself hoarsely, taken aback at that underwhelming manifestation of demonic power. That wasn't very scary. Weren't demons meant to be either monstrous or majestic? It was hard to take monkeys seriously. She felt oddly let down.

All three bijuu jerked to attention, enormous snouts pointed directly at her. That, on the other hand, was pants-wettingly scary.

Oh god. She could not fight three bijuu on her best day. Scratch that, she wouldn't fight one bijuu on her best day. And if they had the slightest inclination to follow, she wasn't going to outrun them. Fight and flight were time-honored responses to danger, and the only things that would work against a bloody-minded animal. But.

'Utakata and Fuu implied that they were sentient,' she remembered faintly.

So that left groveling?

Aiko dropped into a bow, trembling slightly. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw her braid swing down, completely white with dust. All of her was, probably. 'Please let this work. If they're too angry, it won't. But if they're prideful, they'll like respect. If they're reasonably friendly they won't necessarily want to hurt someone peaceable. Maybe they'll want information. No one else can provide that.'

"What's this?" There was a scraping sound that jarred her bones.

"Brothers, I know that one." Hot breath bellowed over her. Her eyes were wide open.

'A bijuu is standing right over me and breathing on me.'

Did bijuu eat people? They were big enough that she must be like those tiny sugar candies. Maybe the chalk was off-putting? The dust settling and swirling over her feet in pale clouds didn't answer.

'How do people taste?' she wondered, mind racing. 'I could have asked Zetsu before I killed him.'

Little late now.

"Little one, stand up," another voice ordered sternly- probably the most masculine voice she'd ever heard. It was definitely not the same one as before.

She stood up.

The blue-green beetle was indeed uncomfortably close, primly seated with her curved wings pricked up in interest. The other two were much further back. Unwillingly, her eyes darted down towards the destruction of the cave that the bijuu were still standing in, searching out the body of the only authority she knew on consuming human flesh. Zetsu was just a blur, the approximate size of a mouse. And still dead, definitely not very helpful.

"Hi." Aiko greeted meekly, not managing to raise her voice nearly as much as she'd intended. They couldn't possibly have heard her, but the lingering bijuu knelt and oriented toward her, a meaty red head cocking in curiousity. The red and mint green simian put one fist down on the ground without apparently noticing black plant and organic matter squishing up between its (his? Did bijuu have gender? Fuu had implied so) knuckles.

Aiko choked back bile at the casual destruction of half of Zetsu's corpse. Her stomach attempted to rebel. She forced it down. If she was going to die in a moment, it wouldn't be covered in her own vomit. She had some pride.

'The monkey looks a bit more intimidating from the front,' she decided, feeling the blood drain from her face. 'His face is angry.'

The insect demon shifted forward, iridescent wings catching the light and casting faint shadows over Aiko. "Brothers, my host liked this one," she chirped, the split wings that made up her shell twitching. "Little one, little one, you must be lucky. We could have stepped on you."

Perhaps the bijuu weren't as unaware of squishing Zetsu as they had seemed. That might actually be more intimidating than having done so on accident.

"I feel lucky," Aiko lied, trembling without a hint of shame. She was still a coward. Good to know. Things she couldn't fight were still scary. It made sense to be scared of things that were scary.

"Stepping is not the issue at hand." The hamburger demon rumbled. "A human should not have survived such proximity to our unrestrained chakra. What are you?"

"Um," Aiko said stupidly, not knowing where to go with that. She was human. Pretty sure. Her head wandered a bit, darkness sparking at the edges before she blinked and drew her attention back on the situation at hand.

"It's insignificant. What does this one care if the tiny beast was liked by your jailor?" The red monkey's lip curled in a snarl.

'That one is not a fan. The pretty insect looks like my in.'

The big horned hamburger monster was still an unknown.

"Nyah, Son Goku is grumpy." The beetle twisted its long body back to prod a wing affectionately at the hamburger thing. "Gyūki, discipline our little brother."

The monkey reeled up in offense.

Thankfully, the raw meat demon spoke first. "Calm yourselves, young ones."

Over the grumbled words, "You're minutes older than I" and a series of clicking sounds, it continued. "Human. What has happened here? Why are we gathered?"

"Oh my god," Aiko said faintly, trying to figure out how she would even begin to summarize this situation. The rock fragments in her surface wounds itched terribly as her accelerated healing worked to smooth over the blistered skin and inadvertently trapped shrapnel. That was going to cause a problem later, but she pushed the observation away.

"We are bijuu, not gods," hamburger demon confirmed mildly while the monke- no, Son Goku- grinned toothily.

'Sure, that's what I meant.' She gave a smile that definitely didn't reach her eyes and felt like falling over.

What exactly was he asking about? Did he know that Akatsuki had been collecting bijuu? He was the first trapped, so he could well be ignorant. And how much did the seven tails know? If she'd realized what Aiko had done, her reception would probably be different. So the genjutsu must have really done a number on her perception.

'I'm sure as hell not telling them that I was with the men in red and black,' she decided wildly.

She cleared her throat. "Are you aware that the organization called Akatsuki has been hunting jinchuuriki with the intention of capturing bijuu?" As she spoke, her faint tone picked up a little volume and strength.

"Obviously something to that effect," the eight-tentacled hamburger drawled, sounding unfairly cultured for someone so icky.

"Brothers?" The insect piped up, quietly confused. She tilted her head, staring at a bent leg. "I'm getting smaller. My chakra is being drawn away."

"Chomei!" There was a shocked growl from hamburger, and an indignant shriek from the monkey.

"What?" Aiko blinked. Oh, hell. If something weird was going to happen to one of them, she'd prefer that it was the unfriendly simian. Why would it be the beetle- oh. "I think I know why," she ventured, trying to raise her voice above the monkey's bellows. No one heard her, preoccupied as they were with examining the seven-tailed insect and arguing within themselves. "Hey!" she shouted, and then developed into outright shouting, waving a hand in a ploy for attention. "Excuse me, sorry! I think I know why-"

"Stop shouting," Chomei said disapprovingly. At her voice, the male bijuu stopped talking immediately. "Honestly, all of you are dramatic." She clicked, pincers twitching. "I'm being sucked in by a seal." By this point, she was half the size of her brothers, a difference that even Aiko could notice.

"That's what I was trying to say," Aiko explained, curling her fingers into the fabric of her pants. She glanced down nervously. "I brought Fuu, her jinchuuriki, back from the dead." She forced herself to look up, as if to show off her Rinnegan. "I didn't intend for the seal to be reformed, but I suppose it must have been a critical part of her chakra paths after bearing it for most of her life."

The insect sighed with a buzz, deflating. "I wanted to play." She gave a stretch, her wings going out straight behind her in a line. "I won't have much time to use my wings."

'At least she doesn't seem angry?'

"I'm sorry," Aiko offered ineffectually.

Chomei sighed, digging her pointed feet into the ground. "It's not as good as being free, but I love Fuu-chan. She's cute, isn't she?"

Aiko had a sudden moment of terror that the bijuu had noticed her checking out Fuu earlier. She blanched and searched desperately for a distraction.

Actually, there was something important that should be said.

"Ah! Um." She fumbled for words, her tongue feeling heavy and slow in her mouth. "B-before you go, Chomei-sama." Aiko swallowed. Why was it so hard to talk? She never had this hard of a time talking. "There's a man who, um. The man behind Akatsuki is an Uchiha and he said that he could hypnotize bijuu and I just thought you should know about him if you didn't already because-"

"Enough, little one." Chomei, now only about twice Aiko's height, flew closer to address her softly. "I am aware, but thank you. I can do little about him at this time. Brothers, be careful." The last bits of her chakra were wisping into the direction Fuu had gone, glittering on the wind.

'I bet Fuu is going to be surprised.'

When she was gone, the mon- Son Goku, best to use his name- leaned forward to take her place. At his full size, he was hundreds of times Aiko's bulk. Even when contorted so that his chin nearly scraped the ground, his eyes were a good three feet above her.

'So this is how it ends. I really never expected this.'

Really, she hadn't. Giant monkeys had never figured into her life plan in any capacity.

"Why does the small beast care?" He raised one side of his upper lip aggressively, showing off pointed teeth. "It released us. What does it have to gain from our freedom?"

Hopeless, all Aiko could say was the truth. "I just did that because Fuu asked me to." She swallowed, eyes fixed on those terrible teeth. "I. Uh. The Uchiha is, um, my enemy too, and so I just thought…"

"Its cringing bores me." Son Goku reared back dismissively, catching Gyūki's eyes. "Stupid beast. It is less worthy of breath and chakra than speechless apes."

"Brother," Gyūki intoned seriously, as if he was disappointed but knew that his brother was unrepentant. "Be kind." Before the monkey could respond, it turned its attention back to Aiko. "I thank you for your warning, despite the selfish intent behind the deed. Tell me, what has happened to the one they call B?"

It took her a long moment to figure out what he was talking about. "You mean your old jinchuuriki," Aiko breathed out, wracking her brains. "Um. He's been dead for a while. Longer than I remember. I don't know much, I had some-" she cut herself off. The bijuu didn't care about her medical history, why was she babbling? "Yeah. He's dead."

Aiko looked down at her feet and was mildly surprised to see that they were nearly white. Like, really white, and not just pale.

'I have natural camouflage,' she thought wildly, remembering that the rock dust on her skin had come from the same formation as the rubble coating the ground. Haha. Like a lizard. Shame it wasn't helping her hide right now. Maybe lizardyness would help later. Lizardlizardlizard there was something about lizards poking at her consciousness, but now was so not the time.

Gyuki sucked in a breath that took a good five seconds. When he spoke, his tone was an unaffected and factual. She didn't believe it for an instant. "You revived Chomei's jinchuuriki."

Well yeah, but she'd been dead for less than a month. B… that had happened a long time ago. Aiko wouldn't know where to find a sample of his genetic material to revive him. Unless maybe he had a sweetheart who kept a lock of his hair, like in a cheesy romance novel.

'What am I going to do; tell a bijuu no? That'd be stupid.'

She tried not to start giggling, because nothing was funny at all. "I can, um. I can try to do the same thing for B," Aiko offered. "Just not right now. I'm pretty dizz… I'm about to pass out."

The eight-tailed tentacle thing rumbled in reply, inadvertently shaking the ground and rattling loose rocks. Aiko herself was unbalanced, and would have fallen over entirely if she hadn't been jerked into a tall and unfortunately pointed rock that propped her up. As it was, she found herself seated with her shaking legs bent underneath her body and her body listing to the side, arms wrapped protectively around her torso. Sticky heat against her side told her that blood was pumping into her shirt from her still oozing hand.

'When did the scab get ripped off? The bleeding had stopped earlier.'

It was hard to ignore just how pitifully tiny and weak she was in comparison to the bijuu in front of her, and how very much she was at their mercy.

The eight-tailed demon did look a little apologetic at how he'd jarred her. "I will hold you to that, tiny human." Gyūki bent over so that its chin nearly scraped the ground, breathing fiery chakra dangerously close in some misguided attempt to put them on equal ground. Heat licked at her skin- was it possible to get sunburn from demonic chakra? Because her flesh felt tight and hot, like it should be a shiny peeling pink. Where she looked at it, it was splotched with red rashes that quickly healed themselves and were reformed from the chakra lingering by her body. Her head swam.

'So dizzy.'

"Well, this magnificent one cares not if the dirty little beast revives the pathetic jailors." The four tai- no, Son Goku loomed over her, swaying slightly as if it was considering leaping in one direction or another. "Do not revive mine, or I will squash you like the worm you are."

"Okay," Aiko agreed stiffly, trying not to think too hard about that. "I, um. You two should probably hurry, if you don't want to meet the Uchiha. He's probably on his way back." There was no way this had slipped his notice. He wasn't insensible.

Son Goku gave an ugly snorting sound that she didn't even try to interpret, but he gave a stretch and started walking without so much as 'good-bye'. Gyūki cast a disapproving look at his brother and granted her with a polite nod of farewell before he followed, each footstep shaking the ground.

'Well. At least they're not going to step on me right now.'

Judging by how flat Zetsu's corpse was, that wouldn't have ended well for her.

She took a moment to consider the merits of breaking out into hysterical giggles and curling up in the fetal position. It probably wouldn't help anything, but it still sort of seemed like a good idea.

She was so, so tired, and her head was just not cooperating with the logic that it should be using. She could just stay down. Running seemed impossible at the point, and she definitely could not muster up another jutsu without risking her life. Chakra exhaustion was playing with her muscles, tugging tendrils of darkness over her vision.

A glance up showed that the bijuu had set off south. There was nothing there but desert and then ocean, but she wasn't about to play travel agent. Bijuu could do what they wanted with no argument from her. She watched for just a little while- each enormous step took them hundreds of feet. Despite their obscene size, they were out of sight within minutes.

'I need to stand up. Now is probably the time to move.'

Thinking that didn't magically get her up off the ground. Pity. Laboriously, Aiko leaned forward enough to plant her palms on the ground and awkwardly struggled up that way, feeling pain ringing through her bones. Standing hurt so much. It beggared disbelief that she could feel so terrible but have so few visible injuries. One little cut on her hand and a rash from poisonous chakra- oh hey, that was fading again already. Was it normal to heal so quickly? Every step hurt, but she started climbing her way up out of the bowl shape that the bijuu had somehow formed when bringing down the cave.

'Oh, no.'

She didn't have to turn around to know that Obito had just kamui'd into the area. He wasn't bothering to conceal his chakra signature at all. Aiko sighed, feeling her shoulders curl in.

'It was a pipe dream anyway. At least the others got out. This isn't what I wanted, but maybe it's for the best. At least I can get closure.'

She was just so tired.

"Aiko!" his voice cracked. "Oh, thank god. We need to go, they're… close…" She turned to face him in time to see the relief filter out of his body language to be replaced with confusion. Obito's shoulders stiffened, and light glanced off his glittering red eyes when he subtly moved enough to survey the area for details on his second pass. She was too preoccupied to even wonder why he wasn't wearing his mask.

She had to admit that the scene was pretty damning. The squished remains of her minder were painting the rocks, still wrapped in the scraps of his cloak. And, you know, there were no enemies in sight.

"I left you two alone for less than an hour," he breathed in a tone of disbelief. "What happened?"

'Oh god. This is hard.'

She tried to speak, but apparently stuttering at bijuu had used up all of her courage. Instead, Aiko wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the ring she wore on her right thumb, working it off. She tossed it underhanded, letting it make a glittering arc where dying light caught it. Obito caught it in a gloved hand wordlessly. "I quit," she enunciated clearly through a strange thickness in her throat, sounding much braver than she felt.

There was a stunned silence. He broke it with the scuff of a sandal on rock. She flinched back, and instantly cursed the gesture.

"No. You- you did this." His voice was flat. "Did- did Zetsu attack you? Is that what happened?" He shook his head, taking a step toward her. "I knew I shouldn't have left you alone with him after-"

"After things we're not talking about?" Aiko prompted when he cut off, moving her feet to shoulder width. It looked aggressive, but the motion was more to keep from falling over than it was in preparation for a fight, honestly. She raised her eyebrow. "Like nonconsensual surgery? What the fuck was this about, Obito?" She wished her voice hadn't cracked tellingly on that, but managed to breathily push out, "Wasn't I good enough?" Her abused knuckles cracked when she clenched a fist against her thigh.

She couldn't tell if he was stunned into silence or trying not to roll his eyes at her.

'I'm pathetic. Oh god, if I cry now I won't stop.'

Fiercely determined, Aiko blinked hastily. That reminded her- she shut down the chakra filtered towards her eyes to conserve energy. Because she really couldn't afford to lose that chakra right now.

She genuinely had not done that to provoke Obito. That didn't change the completely unwarranted betrayal he felt when he saw her eyes turn black.

"You kept messing with that? I told you to leave well enough alone." Obito's voice was high and stiff. "Why couldn't you just listen to me? If you didn't have to fight me on every stupid little thing-"

"What are you talking about?" Aiko demanded, giving her head a brisk shake to clear it. That motion had the side effect of making her sway a bit. "I never fight you!"

"You do! Everyone does," he shouted, body tensing aggressively. "You- and stupid Bakashi- and your dad-"

'Wait. He said my dad was his teacher. Why would he have fought my dad?'

She didn't want to think about the fact that the fourth Hokage had died young under mysterious circumstances when a bijuu was released on Konoha. She did anyway. Aiko could actually feel the blood drain from her face. Her voice probably shouldn't have been as accusatory as it came out. "What did you do?"

It wasn't hard to guess. Obito hated Konoha, was obsessed with bijuu, and had the ability to control them.

'This was never about me at all, was it? He was just getting back at people like my dad and this Kakashi. I'm a pawn. Oh my god.'

She took a step back.

That was a terrible mistake. The frail hold Obito had over his temper snapped at the thought that she was about to run from him like she had when he'd come to Konoha for her own damn good. "Don't you dare run," he snapped, whipping a kunai at her in a standard opening move from their spars. "If you're going to fight me, fight me."

Well. That settled it.

'I'm going to die.'

On some level, she really hadn't believed that Obito would try to hurt her. But belief didn't stop kunai.

Aiko lurched to the side to dodge the blade, propelled more by panic than grace or coordination. Her body was shaking too much for that. She wasn't fast enough to dodge the next blow- a fuuton jutsu that came as a solid wall of air and flung her up like a ragdoll.

For a moment, she was nothing. Not even a feather, just a bit of weightless nothing suspended in the air. Aiko could see the millisecond that Obito started in shock at her failure to dodge something that would normally have posed no problem. It had been meant to herd her into close quarters fighting, not hit her.

And then she hit the ground, rolling and colliding with what felt like hundreds of rocks. Her arms convulsed defensively around her head, gaining filthy gouges and ugly scrapes and a jarred bone in her right elbow. That move saved her face and skull, but left her torso completely open. She didn't feel a thing as it happened, but she heard ominous cracking through the roaring in her ears.

The first thing she realized was that she had come to a stop, body twisted so that her face was looking up and to the left, but that her right hip was supporting her weight.

The next thing was the realization that breathing was difficult.

The sound she made when she inhaled was a raspy gurgle. And- and it didn't do what it was supposed to do, she wasn't getting any air. Panicked and winded, she tried again. Her stomach roiled and she coughed, vomiting except no, that was just warm blood trickling out of her mouth and painting the ground. A few seconds of effort was enough for her muscles to turn to shaking jelly.

'Well, this sucks.'

Black spots stole across her vision at about the same time that shock faded away and she realized that her left arm was visibly broken and that there was an incredible pain in her chest. She tried not to move.

She should have been terrified. But all she wanted to do was hold very, very still. Just for a bit. Maybe rest.

'Sorry, hamburger. I don't think I'll bring back your bee,' Aiko thought regretfully. She hadn't meant to lie, honest. She'd never lie to meat. She loved meat.

"Aiko?" Obito sounded like he was talking to her through water. "I didn't mean to- get up," he pleaded, voice wavering strangely.

She closed her eyes. And then jerked them open again with a wet shriek at the feeling of a hand laid gently on her shoulder, it hurt oh it hurt. Stricken, Obito pulled his hand back, eyes wide.

"I didn't mean to," he repeated brokenly. Aiko couldn't reply through the liquid in her throat, so she sort of gurgled and spat instead. Obito gave an odd little sob, shaking his head. "I… I don't know what to do. I could take you to a civilian hospital but that's not the same. Medic, you need a-" he cut himself off. "That Konoha team must have a medic," he said slowly, in a tone of unwilling realization. "They're very close. They'll come this way, but with a little persuasion they'll hurry."

Aiko was too far gone to question that naïve assumption, or what it meant that he would put her well-being ahead of his hatred for Konoha. She was having a hard time caring about anything at the moment, actually. The look on Obito's face managed to bring her down a bit.

"I can't believe I'm hoping Bakashi will help," Obito said, still sounding stunned. "I..." He began making handsigns with a dazed expression. "Friend killer. That's him. Not me."

She vaguely put together that he was talking about the once-mentioned incident where Kakashi had murdered their third teammate, before he tilted his head back, brought his hands up to his mouth, and blew.

Apparently, 'a little persuasion' meant shooting three grand fireballs directly up into the air, in what the Konoha team would undoubtedly interpret as an exceptionally sassy 'come and get me, big boys'. In fairness, it was likely to bring them running. It was just… That wasn't Obito's style at all.

'He's totally losing it.' She licked her lips and tried to say something, but that just wasn't happening. Breathing was hard enough. Instead, she curled her fingers slightly and brought her hand up. Obito took it wordlessly, red eyes fixed on her eyes with uncomfortable intensity. She rubbed her thumb along his fingers and tried to communicate with her eyes in combination with awkwardly formed sign language with the hand he was holding.

I know you didn't mean to.

She wouldn't say that it was alright, or not his fault. Nothing was alright, and everything that had led them here could be attributed to him. He'd notice the specific wording and that he wasn't forgiven. Just, you know, that he hadn't murdered her on purpose. Aiko wasn't about to start mincing words to spare his feelings now. Wasn't really her thing.

'What an impulsive idiot. It's amazing that I find him likable.'

A muscle contracted in his throat, lines moving in a way that she noted but couldn't compute at the moment.

"They're almost here," he promised, voice distant but eyes intently on her. It looked like he was memorizing her face. His own was pale, from what she could see through her eyelashes.

She managed to shrug one shoulder. It was hard to care right now, fuzzy as her thoughts were. Her attention kept drifting inward to wavering darkness, away from stupid ugly rocks and the rubble of that statue and her pathetically codependent friend. Wasn't it common sense that you shouldn't break things you don't want to live without? Dumb Obito. She sucked in a breath and then had to exhale immediately, grimacing at the convulsions her insides were going through in an attempt to force out the liquid.

'Which is sort of a shame, really, blood is important. I lost blood earlier,' Aiko remembered dully. Yeah, that was probably not good. 'Now would have been a good time for one of us to have the bare minimum of field medicine competency. Goddamn.'

Obito flinched. "I'm sorry," he repeated brokenly, bending over a little.

'Is that all he can say?' Aiko managed a frown. 'I think that if anyone should be throwing a fit, it'd be me.' Laboriously she twisted her body so that her weight was on her back. He rushed to help, propping her up into a seated position and helping her rest against the steep outcropping she'd fallen off of. Maybe it was in her head, but that change in position made it easier for her to croak out, "Crybaby."

He gave a startled laugh with more enthusiasm than the lackluster taunt deserved, fingers clenching around her hand.

She couldn't reply- the exertion of speaking had set her to coughing again, but this position was much better- it allowed her to actually hack up a good chunk of slimy blood to the left of her legs. It splattered on the underside of her calves.

'Ew.' Aiko cringed. 'But at least I'm not choking on it anymore.' Breathing was a little easier, at least momentarily. She was cheered for a moment. Then she remembered what that meant.

'Awesome. I'll survive drowning in blood and die of blood loss instead. At least my legacy will be that of an unparalleled jackass who accidentally released two bijuu on an unsuspecting desert. Awesome.' She paused thoughtfully. 'Poor lizards.'

It could be worse than blood loss. Instead of struggling, she'd sort of just fall asleep. There wasn't energy left in her body to be frightened or angry about that. Just resignment. She'd already died once, after all. Her time had run out. And at least this was less gross and scary than it could have been. Everyone dies. She'd go see the creepy death god again sooner than planned, that was all.

Judging by his state of upset and the litany of incoherent apologies that Obito was spouting off, he wasn't taking that fact with anywhere near as much dignity.

She drew her eyebrows down into a disapproving V. The hysterics weren't any more appealing than his earlier loss of temper had been. Aiko didn't know if that was the message he got exactly, but his face smoothed out into a better facsimile of professional detachment. It would have been more convincing if he'd let go of her hand.

Obito let out a long, shaky breath, and squeezed her hand just a little too tightly. "I." He swallowed. "I apologize. And it's not that- not what you said earlier," he babbled, averting his eyes.

Aiko didn't remember what he was talking about or know if he was apologizing for smacking her down a small mountain of rubble or for stealthy surgery. She closed her eyes. His voice was hurting her head. She wished he would stop talking and just let her rest.

There was a moment of silence. He took his hand off of hers. She only now noticed that she was cold. "I'll see you around," he promised shakily.

'Yeah right. Pretty sure this is the end of the line for me, buddy.'

It was cowardly of him to kamui away instead of waiting with her, but Aiko didn't entirely blame him. She was a coward too, after all. She hadn't wanted to hurt him either. His leaving was a relief. Without him hovering and talking at her, it was easy to slip under the veil of consciousness.

She opened her eyes a few minutes later, roused by the sounds of her own pathetic struggle for air. Or maybe not- multiple voices were ringing out not too far away, probably on the other side of the uplifted ring of rubble she'd fallen down. 'Oh my god, shut up.' They were far enough away that it was impossible to understand what they were saying, or maybe that was just the blood rushing in her ears.

Aiko waited patiently for approximately forty seconds before her blood began to boil. She'd never dealt well with frustration.

'Fucking rude, is what it is. Can't I die in peace?'

Irritable and in pain, Aiko struggled around and closed her right hand around a sharp rock the size of her palm with the hopes of hitting someone and making them suffer. Then she picked up one the size of her thumb, because she couldn't easily lift the first one. She couldn't see at all, but throwing it blindly over her head in the direction of the voices did a little bit for her pent-up aggression. The motion nearly overbalanced her, since her broken left forearm was completely useless as a brace. It was worth slumping to that elbow and being unable to sit back up properly. Supporting any weight on that arm hurt like a bitch, yeah, but satisfaction soothed all ills.

'I hope I hit one of them.'

She tried to cackle at the image that put in her head, but blood got in the way. She wheezed quietly for a few moments, face purpling. That soured her mood again. If they hadn't made her laugh at them, she wouldn't have disrupted her carefully shallow breathing patterns.

'Stupid bastards,' she thought viciously.

Granted, that was probably more her fault than theirs, but she was dying. She was allowed to be a little dramatic.

The voices had halted, and for one blissful minute she thought they were going to fuck off. Then they started back up again louder. Angrily, she scrabbled for another rock and banged it down in short bursts, using the sound code Obito'd known to demand quiet- and not all that politely, for that matter. Just moving stretched her skin painfully. She didn't appreciate the need.

Four bodies whooshed overhead and landed back to back in a diamond formation a few dozen feet off. Anticlimactically, they appeared to completely overlook the spot where she was slumped in the shadow of an overhang. Ugh, honestly. Stupid blurry jackasses couldn't do anything right.

She rolled her eyes and threw her glorified pebble at the closest chump, the one facing her- some dork in hooded pajamas. He caught it, of course, and his eyes went wide when he followed the path of flight back to her.

Aiko bared her teeth, taking advantage of the fact that they were covered in her own blood. It wasn't like she was going to get to use her usual method of persuasion- looking cute and harmless.

Pajamas took a startled step backwards, into what appeared to be a traffic cone in a Konoha flak jacket. The painfully bright shape staggered and twisted around, barely keeping Pajamas from falling. The two shinobi who'd taken the north and south points seemed to deflate in embarrassment, turning in the direction that the other two were already looking at. And they froze.

To be fair, she probably looked like shit. The parts of her that weren't covered in blood were coated nicely in small rocks and white dust. …That phrasing implied that there wasn't overlap. There was, but she sort of preferred not to think of bloody mud getting stuck under her nails and in her hair, ew. If she lived (ha! She didn't realize she was an optimist), she was never getting this shit out of her hair. Rock dust was worse than flour—she couldn't bear to look, but her hair was probably one stiff glutinous mass. Attractive.

"Do you need help?" Pajamas stammered, sandaled feet spread wide.

'Moron.'

She didn't want his help.

"No," Aiko hacked out, glowering. "I'm exactly where I want to be doing exactly what I want. This is the plan. Fuck off so I can die in peace." A disgracefully large portion of those words came out as wet gargles, but she thought she got her point across.

"Oh my god," a female voice said faintly. "Is that-" She cut off, apparently too horrified to finish her sentence.

'Stuck-up priss. Like you've never rolled around in blood.' Aiko felt oddly insulted, despite her personal assessment that she was indeed a hot mess. It was okay for her to say, not anyone else.

'That was rude. I bet you don't look so hot - with a rock in your face!'

She took a guess at the speaker and chucked another rock, managing to nail the vaguely grey spiky blob. It was either too slow or too stunned to move. 'I can die happy now, knowing that I mildly inconvenienced strangers.' She raised an eyebrow in challenge, trying not to snicker. She was almost glad they'd showed up. At least in her last moments, she got to be grumpy. Aiko showed her bloody teeth again. "What're ya gonna do, kill me?"

It was probably best for posterity that she passed out at that point before she managed to incriminate herself for that whole bijuu thing in front of the Kazekage's siblings.

[bowban306]

Things we can’t see

 Hidden pain or trauma that you are holding that you are aware of or not aware of and for many, this is what we want, many are acknowledging their hidden pain, scars need attention – we want to be made more aware of the ‘things we can’t see’ what has been hidden are the things that are uncomfortable – it’s the integration which is key, often times we are having experiences ‘simulations’ and we come into our ‘awareness’ ‘Gnosis’ and we make ‘rash’ and ‘impulsive’ decisions from the mind and not the heart

Example, say you have been living out of integrity and you need to be honest about yourself about sum things and you start to address this and you get it, you ‘know’ sum thing, right of the back, many go and do an ‘action’ they react [re-action] the issue is you have integrated enough on how to ‘act’ which is harming yourself – your cells and other around you

Take a knee, use your [7] senses + CHAKRA system – make the ‘choice’ from your heart  

Trusting yourself aka your cells to accept your perception – how you view yourself – given what you were taught [right or wrong] – don’t take too much credit for your thoughts – this slows down your perception – be in the moment – this allows you to trust your cell and not question yourself which is making you doubt which makes you question your own trust about yourself

Once you are in alignment, in agreement+ you won’t need to question, we are dealing with energy and not the physical primarily, trust in yourself without any outside [external] influences, only deal with your internal dialogue – when in doubt, ask the question, the Universe already knows, you have your spirit guide and you have your higher-self [SAKHU] while you are waiting for a reply, response+ be in alignment, sleep on it, recognise whatever it is because it may not be in the package you originally asked question, look for wisdom and in the wisdom will be your answer, you are the student + teacher, you are the teacher and student – you have tools to reinforce your strength, that is what BAA [SOUL] means ‘strength’ and ‘powerful’

[okinawanodivision]

“The best fighter is never angry.”

Introduction Jiaoxing Zhanshi [known as “Diao Si Gui” in rap battles] is a former accomplice of Lu Wen Jingyi and the final member of Okinawa’s rap team Shangri-La. A fallen prestigious warrior mind melded by anger, he was taken to the gallows for disobeying his father’s commands and being a disgrace to his clan. Contemplating his fate as a now deceased ghost, he proceeds to live a serene life to not become a shadow of his murderer.

Jiaoxing is a muscular man above average height with a broad figure. He has short brown hair, red eyes and a few eye scars over his left eye. He wears a crimson robe that is partially tucked into a black tartan kilt. His lower body is covered with tabi shoes to match. For accessories, he wears a root chakra crystal on the front of his kilt. Name Meanings Jiaoxing [叫醒] - Awaken Zhanshi [战士] - Warrior Aliases Jiaoxing = Tanlan/Yanwei/Lu Wen Ore = Pronoun Ronin Mezame [Japanese Identity] Biographical Info Gender = Male Age = 31 Birthday = November 5th Ethnicity = Chinese Hair Colour = Brown Eye Colour = Red Height = 175cm/5’9 Weight = 55kg Star Sign = Scorpio Piercings = None Markings = Eye Scars Family = *Father *Youxia Clan Voiced By = Keisuke Kaminaga [Rapping] Fun Facts MC Name = Diao Si Gui Occupation = Youxia Warrior [Formerly] Division = Okinawa Team = Shangri-La Position = 3rd Member Favourite Food = Sesame Chicken Least Favourite Food = Noodles Likes = *His teammates *Delivering justice *Clan members *Tranquility *Personal space *Japanese folklore Dislikes = *His father *Death *Psychotic episodes *Banishment *Unruly decisions *Globalization [Extent] Hypnosis Microphone Jiaoxing’s Microphone is reminiscent of a qiang spear, reflecting his preferred weapon as a youxia. Unlike his teammates, his MC name is written in ancient Chinese on the tip. His Speaker takes the form of a darkened crypt lit by a red aura that sometimes “twists” his rapping, switching from passive to aggressive tone. A long snaking red tongue sticks out in the process, a recognizable symbol of a diao si gui. His rap ability, Double Edge, coerces his opponent to be removed from battle in exchange for either himself or 1 of his teammates to temporarily leave the mortal realm for the next round. Also unlike his teammates, he cannot control this power outside of the tournament. Jiaoxing’s raps centre on forgetfulness and self control. His voice softly commanding, he convinces listeners to look inward and explore the path that makes up themself, sometimes reciting lines from Taoism founder Laozi a ton. Whenever threatened, his aura advances on his opponent to taunt them about their misgivings and twists their thoughts negatively for a round or two. Personality For exterior, Jiaoxing is a steely comrade. Compared to Tanlan for professionalism and integrity, the warrior is more independent and gets the job done using his own judgement. Of course, he doesn’t mind if anyone gives him a hand and actually enjoys human interaction ever since moving to Okinawa. Well, his interior is dark like the rest of them. As if his psychosis was bad enough, the illness seems to really like pushing him to suffer from his past, inducing visions of his father’s rash demeanour and the “celebration” of his own hanging. Though he has moved on from life, he instead denounces it and much appreciates the silence compared to the noise that bound him to his angered fate.

[starstruckjellyfishbasement]

Discover the Power of Aromatherapy in India with an Expert Touch

The world is steadily returning to ancient, natural wellness traditions—and Aromatherapy stands out as one of the most effective methods for holistic healing. By using essential oils extracted from plants, flowers, herbs, and roots, aromatherapy is used to balance the body, mind, and spirit.

India is home to some of the most skilled practitioners in this field, including Rupal Shabnam Tyagi—a top-rated Aromatherapy Healer who is transforming lives through her personalized approach to wellness.

What is Aromatherapy?

Aromatherapy is a holistic healing technique that uses natural plant extracts, primarily essential oils, to enhance health and well-being. These oils are used through inhalation, massage, or skin application to support emotional, physical, and spiritual wellness.

The Magic of Essential Oils

Essential Oils are highly concentrated plant extracts that capture the plant’s scent and therapeutic properties. Popular choices include:

Lavender: Calms anxiety and promotes sleep

Tea Tree: Acts as a powerful antibacterial

Peppermint: Boosts energy and relieves headaches

Frankincense: Supports meditation and spiritual clarity

What Does an Aromatherapy Practitioner Do?

A skilled Aromatherapy Practitioner creates custom oil blends tailored to individual health needs. These blends target issues such as stress, hormonal imbalance, skin disorders, immune weakness, and emotional blocks.

Why Choose an Aromatherapy Healer?

A professional Aromatherapy Healer doesn’t just provide oils—they offer holistic transformation. By combining aromatherapy with ancient healing practices, they empower individuals to reconnect with their body’s natural rhythm and boost long-term wellness.

The Role of an Aromatherapist

A certified Aromatherapist understands the body’s energetic blueprint and how to shift it through scent. From mental clarity to skincare, aromatherapy can bring noticeable results under the guidance of an expert.

Best Uses of Aromatherapy

Emotional balance and anxiety relief

Improved sleep and relaxation

Natural skincare and beauty

Hormonal balance and menstrual support

Pain and inflammation relief

Boosting concentration and memory

Integrating Aromatherapy in Daily Life

With expert advice, you can add aromatherapy into:

Morning rituals with diffusers

Nighttime routines with sleep sprays

Yoga or meditation with grounding oils

Skincare through natural serums and masks

Home cleaning using anti-bacterial essential oil blends

Aromatherapy for Women’s Wellness

Essential oils are highly effective for women’s hormonal health. Oils like clary sage, ylang-ylang, and geranium help with:

PMS relief

Menopause support

Mood swings

Fertility wellness

Aromatherapy for Children and Families

Under professional guidance, aromatherapy can be a gentle remedy for:

Cold and cough

Hyperactivity

Sleep issues

Skin rashes

Emotional upsets

Men’s Wellness and Aromatherapy

Aromatherapy isn't only for women—oils like sandalwood, cedarwood, and bergamot are excellent for men’s skin, stress levels, and hormonal health. They also serve as natural alternatives to synthetic colognes and aftershaves.

Holistic Skin and Hair Care

Custom oil blends created by an aromatherapy expert can treat issues like:

Acne and eczema

Dry skin and flaking

Hair thinning and scalp irritation

Premature aging and pigmentation

Spiritual Healing and Energy Balancing

An experienced healer may also use essential oils to:

Cleanse chakras and aura

Support emotional release

Enhance meditation and mindfulness

Promote inner peace and confidence

Stay Updated Through the Aromatherapy Blog

Rupal’s aromatherapy blog is full of helpful guides, how-to articles, and healing stories. It's the perfect place for anyone wanting to learn more about safe and effective aromatherapy.

The Science Behind the Oils: Aromatherapy Research

As demand grows, aromatherapy research continues to show promising results in managing:

Stress and anxiety

Sleep disorders

Respiratory issues

Immunity and inflammation

Depression and mood disorders

Conclusion

Whether you are looking for emotional healing, physical balance, or spiritual clarity, aromatherapy offers a gentle and powerful solution. Under the guidance of a skilled Aromatherapy Healer like Rupal Shabnam Tyagi, you can unlock the full potential of essential oils and experience a deep sense of wellness in your everyday life.

[figandthewasp]

✨Aries - Birth, root chakra and new beginnings✨

Aries is the first sign and is ruled by Mars. Mars was the traditional ruler of Scorpio and is the planet of determination, aggression, war. In Roman mythology, ars was the God of War Aries represents new beginnings and is the sign that starts the spring. Aries is within the fire element together with Leo and Sagittarius.

The strength of Aries can be: great confidence and focus, loves sports, initiates new projects, expressing, daring, innocent, competitive and clearly self-defined.

The shadows of Aries can be: aggression, stubbornness, Ego, rash, impulsive and lack of putting other’s needs before one’s own.

The archetype of Aries heroic action: overcoming challenges.

[energy-healing-with-jen]

[From an email I got this morning. I thought it was very interesting and wanted to share the contents. Hope it helps anyone looking to learn about the meridians. ]

Energy Pathways: A mini guide on the meridians...

In the Indian Yogi tradition, Prana moves through energy pathways called Nadis. In the Chinese tradition, Qi or Chi moves through a network of energy pathways called "Jing-luo," which connects and surrounds all tissues and cells. The words Jing and Luo mean "to go through" and "that which connects," respectively. The word means "channels," but most people call it "Meridians."

Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) is based on the Daoist tradition, which says that there are 12 main meridians, 8 minor meridians, and many collateral meridians. This meridian system can be used to map out TCM acupuncture points.

In yoga, the chakras are seen as the most important places for energy, but in the Daoist model, our internal organs are seen as the most important places for energy storage and distribution.

Below, we'll look at each meridian, the emotions that go with it, and the Yin Yoga poses that can be used to target it. By adding these to our yoga practice, we can help keep our energy and emotions in balance.

Stomach/Spleen

Element: Earth

Function: Reservoir for food and water, feeds the rest of the organs.

Emotion: Worry, anxiety and overthinking.

Signs of disharmony: When imbalanced, Spleen-Stomach Qi tends to bring disproportion in our interactions with the exterior world. That can manifest as an excessive need for approval, anxiety, and nervousness.

Yin Yoga poses to work on the Stomach/Spleen meridian: Ankle stretch, Child’s pose, Dragon, Dragonfly, Melting Heart, Saddle, and Swan

Liver/Gallbladder

Element: Wood

Function: Stores blood, regulates Qi flow, seat of our soul.

Emotion: Anger and kindness

Signs of disharmony: When Liver/Gallbladder Qi is unbalanced, frustration and defensiveness can occur; or we may feel paralyzed and unable to stand up for ourselves. We tend to make rash and impulsive decisions. Petty annoyances can become towering rages.

Yin Yoga poses for Liver/Gallbladder meridian: Ankle stretch, Bananasana, Butterfly, Dragon, Dragonfly, Frog, Seal, Shoelace, Square, and Swan.

Kidney/Urinary Bladder

Element: Water

Function: Regulates water volume, coordinates respiration, and stores Jing: our essence.

Emotion: Fear and wisdom

Signs of disharmony: When our Kidney/Urinary bladder chi is imbalanced, we hold on to things and people, unable to let go. As we fearfully stop trusting people around us, we lack trust in ourselves as well.

Yin Yoga poses for Kidney/Urinary Bladder meridian: Butterfly, Caterpillar, Child’s pose, Dangling, Dragon, Dragonfly, Reclined Twist, Saddle, Seal, Snail Square, Squat, and Swan

Heart/Small intestines

Element: Fire

Function: Blood circulation and mental functions.

Emotion: Happiness and love

Signs of disharmony: When the Heart/Small intestine Qi is unbalanced, feelings of sadness, desperation or depression can occur.

Yin Yoga poses for the Heart/Small intestine meridian: Bananasana, Melting heart, and Reclined Twist

Lungs/Large Intestines

Element: Metal

Function: Controls respiration regulates water flow.

Emotion: Sadness/grief and sense of beauty

Signs of disharmony: When Lungs/Large intestines Qi is unbalanced we tend to feel sadness associated with a sense of loss. Unable to express our grief, a vicious cycle can take place.

Yin Yoga poses for the Lungs/Large Intestines meridian: Bananasana, Melting heart, and Reclined Twist

San Jiao

San Jiao meridian describes a function more than an organ. It is not usually linked to a particular emotion.

Sometimes called the Triple Burner, its function relates to intake, transformation, and elimination.

Pericardium

Pericardium meridian also called ‘Heart Constrictor’ relates to the function of circulation, and protects the heart. It is not usually linked to a particular emotion.

[leenamroish]

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[nityarawal]

4/16/2024

Anniversary Jubilee Rainchecks 

Morning Songs

Mommies Have Jumped

Through Hoops

Over 25 Years 

For British Crooks

Mommies Are Perfect

Yes It's True

Silver Jubilees

Mommies You Sited

Mommies You Trolled

Mommies You Smeared

Smell Quite Good

You Know

Mommies Are Perfect

Divine

You'll Take What You

Can Get

Mommies Are Perfect

Boy

You Might Not Like

That

You Might Be Kind 

Of Jealous

For Daddies Hands

Went Where They

Shan't

You Might Have

Your Root Chakra

Displaced By

Trumpleberry Hands

Was It A Mary

Schmitz

Who Breed Disease

In Your Community

Breeders Germs

Good News Dears

Your Cancers

Might Not Be

Terminal

You Just Need

A Vet

Don't Cut It Off

Don't Be Too Rash

Probably Just Mites

Spike Proteins

From Your Cats

Feathers From Your Birds

Down Feathers

We're Allergic

Doje 

Unless Your

Firing A President

In Leu Of A Robot

Don't Cut It Off

Don't Be Too Rash

Unless Your

Replacing Government

With A Button

That Works

At Long Last

'Cuz We Lifted The Black's

But They Were Bought

At Court

We Got Latinos Rights

But Now We Need

A Wall

From Oath Keepers

Got Socialist Medicare

That Doesn't Really

Work

Middleman Got

Drowned Out

Got Socialist Medicine

Oligarchy Wants

To Lull

Two Billion Moms

Into Dormancy

This Is The Worst

Doje

Gigolo Con

Cancel Mars

Cancel Jewish Men

Who Mollested

My Family

Cancel The Robots

They're Not For Sale

If You Really Want

One Kamala

Then Put Doug

Emhoff

In A Box

Put Him In A Cage

8 Years In A Box

Put Uncle Silverman

In A Box

Atty Mahoneys 

And Army

Victims Too

Oligarchy

Tell Me Then

How You Feel

And If You Still

Want Society

To Rape You

Open The Box

Tell Me How You

Feel

Do You Still Want

War

Or Has Your

Prototype

Gelled 

Into Someone 

We Can

Adore

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[gemstone-jewelry-supplier]

Customized August Birthstone Jewelry: Allure of Peridot

Peridot jewelry can act as the perfect tonic for good health, especially if you are looking to heal and regenerate your cells and tissues, bring strength and speed to your metabolism, and boost your endocrine system. Lastly, peridot can also be used for clearing up the rashes on your skin, and bring back the glow of your face. peridot jewelry is connected to the heart chakra, which is why, it can help you to attune to the vibration of unconditional love and help you crack your love wide open. Peridot jewelry is also considered to be a natural healer when it comes to the gall bladder, the liver, and digestion-related problems. Also, peridot is a great detoxing gemstone.

[lets-talk-spirituality]

hi, i was wondering if my soulmate has any messages for me. Thank you 🥑

Hi avocado 🥑 anon :) we can see what comes up. I’m gonna use the Druid Craft Tarot to begin.

Prince of Cups, upright—idealistic, empathic, romantic

“Someone following their heart must’ve to avoid the pitfalls of illusion and glamour, a conflict between the heart and the need to take action, inviting others to a social or artistic event, offering your help to others, an impending journey over water”

So I get that your person is idealistic, empathic and romantic, cups is also the water suit so maybe this person is a Cancer, Pisces or Scorpio or has significant planets in one of those signs, I think your person romanticizes things in a way that actually makes it worse for themselves, like romanticizing a partner to a point where it’s like them trying to save their partner and ultimately infantilizing them, does that make sense? Good intentions with poor outcomes. Your person is helpful, compassionate, giving and kind but also may struggle to balance the head and heart, at times picking a more emotional choice instead of a more logical choice. They may be rash at times or try to take control or assert themselves when they feel cornered or like they aren’t living up to who they built themselves up in their mind to be. They can lash out when hurt.

Spirit, what chakra can avocado 🥑 anon work on healing to bring them into further self-alignment?

Chakra Exploration Deck

Sacral Chakra— what stories from your past are you still holding shame or criticism around?

Mantra: I release shame towards past versions of me and give thanks for their crucial role in my bringing.

Yeah so your priority right now is to work through your internal shame to come to more self-acceptance which will create more inner peace and balance.

Would love to know how this resonates! Hope it helps you. 💕✨🌈

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Sandalwood Oil: A Comprehensive Guide to Its Benefits

Sandalwood oil, derived from the fragrant sandalwood tree, has been cherished for centuries for its captivating aroma and a plethora of therapeutic properties. With its origins deeply rooted in Ayurveda and other traditional healing practices, this exquisite oil continues to mesmerize the world with its remarkable benefits. In this article, we delve into the magical realm of sandalwood oil and explore its wide-ranging advantages for physical, mental, and emotional well-being.

1. Historical Significance and Cultivation

Sandalwood has held an esteemed position in various cultures and civilizations for its spiritual significance and therapeutic potential. From ancient rituals and religious ceremonies to traditional medicine, sandalwood has left an indelible mark throughout history. The trees are predominantly found in India, Australia, and some parts of Southeast Asia, where careful cultivation and harvesting practices are employed to ensure sustainability.

2. Composition and Extraction

The rich and distinctive fragrance of sandalwood oil can be attributed to its complex composition, primarily dominated by two main compounds: alpha-santalol and beta-santalol. These compounds lend the oil its therapeutic properties, making it highly sought after in the world of aromatherapy and holistic healing. The essential oil is extracted from the heartwood of mature sandalwood trees through a meticulous process to retain its potent benefits.

3. Aromatherapy and Relaxation

Sandalwood oil is renowned for its soothing and calming effects on the mind and body. Aromatherapists often use it to alleviate stress, anxiety, and insomnia, promoting deep relaxation and tranquility. The sweet, woody aroma creates an ambiance of harmony, making it a popular choice for meditation and mindfulness practices.

4. Skin and Beauty

In the realm of skincare, sandalwood oil is considered a gem. Its anti-inflammatory and antiseptic properties make it an ideal natural remedy for various skin conditions, including acne, eczema, and rashes. Additionally, the oil can help reduce the appearance of scars and blemishes, promoting a clear and radiant complexion. Its hydrating qualities also make it an excellent choice for moisturizing dry and dull skin.

5. Anti-Aging Benefits

Sandalwood oil is revered for its anti-aging effects. Its ability to stimulate collagen production helps to diminish the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles, promoting a more youthful complexion. Furthermore, its antioxidants safeguard the skin from harmful free radicals, thus preventing premature aging and maintaining skin elasticity.

6. Immune Support

The oil possesses potent antimicrobial properties that bolster the immune system and protect against infections. By incorporating sandalwood oil into your daily routine, you can enhance your body's ability to combat various pathogens and reduce the risk of falling ill.

7. Anti-inflammatory and Pain Relief

For centuries, sandalwood oil has been utilized as a natural analgesic, effectively reducing inflammation and easing various types of pain. Whether applied topically or inhaled, its therapeutic effects can offer relief from headaches, muscle aches, and joint pain.

8. Emotional and Mental Well-being

The enticing fragrance of sandalwood oil has a profound impact on emotions and mental health. Known to have a calming effect on the nervous system, the oil helps alleviate feelings of tension, sadness, and nervousness. It can also aid in boosting self-esteem and fostering a sense of inner peace and confidence.

9. Spiritual and Metaphysical Significance

In various spiritual traditions, sandalwood is regarded as a sacred and auspicious wood. The oil is often used in religious rituals and ceremonies to purify the surroundings and enhance spiritual experiences. Moreover, it is believed to open the heart chakra, promoting love, compassion, and spiritual growth.

Conclusion

Sandalwood oil's enchanting aroma and therapeutic properties have captivated humanity for centuries. From skincare and immune support to emotional well-being and spiritual enhancement, its multifaceted benefits continue to be cherished across cultures and generations. Whether you're seeking relaxation, healing, or a deeper connection with your inner self, sandalwood oil offers a fragrant pathway to a harmonious and balanced life. Embrace the magic of this precious oil and unlock its secrets for a holistic and fulfilling journey towards well-being.

[ashryder]

The only reason Ashton hadn't frantically searched for his best friend day one was the texts confirming he was okay and at the compound hospital with people that love him taking care of him around the clock and with that, Ashton knew he had to pull his focus on the people less fortunate than that. Most of the people he cared about had been accounted for, he spent the first few days checking in on the rest of them and helping regain order in Burnington, if nothing else but put his own skills to good use at the makeshift infirmary.

By day three, they were able to get some form of medical attention to those that came to them, however flimsy, anything to help the pain. And Ashton felt it was secure enough for him to take a trip to the compound. He had already spoken with Ziggy the moment he arrived, getting into the compound easier with the help of some old EAA friends. He had simply been sitting there beside Ziggy, letting them go back to sleep, it felt as if they hadn't gotten much in the past few days, promising to watch over all of them in the room while they all rested. He couldn't remember the last time he really sat down and well, rested too, since the chaos. By now it's easier to ignore his own rashes and bruises that still scream if he dare accidentally touch them or move them wrongly.

In all honesty Ashton had been zoning out, for once finally lifting back his sleeve carefully to see the rashes that festered. He could feel the itch and burn on his arms and waist, while the bruises on his face and ribs still throbbed in an ache that was recovering on their own. He only snapped out of it, pulling his sleeve back down when he heard Beau call out his name, returning a soft smile, simply relieved to hear from Beau again, "I'm here." He reassured him, a hand gently on his shoulder to stop him from sitting up, "it'll hurt more if you move." He wasn't a doctor but enough medical skill to help people and enough to have seen the wails of pain with every movement.

"Just today, I had to help back in town," Ash quietly explained as he stood up from the seat, wincing at his own movement to pull the quilt back over Beau's shoulders to help with the shivers. He softly laughed at the attempt to host even from a hospital bed, "you, Beau Clary, has had the worst luck.. you sure you didn't walk under a ladder or somethin'?" Realign his chakras or vibes or whatever. "I'm good, don't worry about me," he had no intentions of worrying Beau right now and didn't really have the appetite to eat either, not while at the makeshift infirmary and definitely not in the Afterglow hospital. It still made him uncomfortable being here. Ash twisted open a bottle of water putting in a straw before holding it out for Beau, "drink, if you can." He sounded so hoarse, it felt like the least Ash could do. "How are you feeling? Better?"

who : ashton ryder ( @ashryder ) where : what appears the busiest patient room in the compound

if you were to ask him honest, beau couldn't rightly decide which was worse ― intense and ever-present burning of the angry, blistered rashes that covered nearly half of his body or the accompanying virus so god awful he's half-convinced the devil himself must've come up with it because mother nature couldn't be so cruel on her own. he's burning up, but his fevered body is wracked with chills that aren't even touched by the heavy quilt dixie's brought him from home, let alone the flimsy hospital blanket beneath it.

when sharp, shooting pains course through his abdomen and rouse him from a fitful sleep, beau has to take several long seconds to orient himself. it's been nearly two days now ― or has it been more than two days? minutes feel like hours and hours bleed together in a haze of half-sleep soothed by the sound of his partner's voice, still steady through everything ― and he still hasn't grown used to forcing himself to think past the pain, not like this. he forces his eyes open and tilts his head toward the bedside where ziggy has been this entire time and sure as anything, they're still there, dozing in the same chair right next to him. and next to them, another familiar face that has a weak smile appearing on his lips.

❝ ash. ❞ his voice sounds rough even to his own years, thick with congestion and yet still hoarse as if he'd spent the morning swallowing sandpaper. it feels a bit like it, too, and beau can only thank his lucky stars that the nausea's not gotten the better of him yet. goodness gracious, but he can only imagine how much it's gonna hurt! he tries to push himself upright a little in the bed to better address his best friend but it's a worthless effort that does little more than leave him feeling fatigued as he sinks back into the pillows.

❝ w-when'd you get here? 'm sorry, i'm an a-awful host, ❞ beau manages to stutter out the joke through chattering teeth. ❝ g-got snacks though. ❞ a shaky hand, wrapped in gauze and tethered by monitors, gestures toward the rolling tray table at the foot of the bed, still stocked with an assortment of lunch items he couldn't stomach the thought of enough to even touch. ❝ help yours-s-self, jello's good. ❞