Mitsuri Subliminal

“You are weak…. You know nothing of strength, Strength of mind, Strength of body, …Of conviction, You have no spirit… Alas there is nothing I can teach you..” ======================================= Synopsis: Will is reborn in a fantasy world like the ones in RPG’s he used to play. As an orphan ward of the monastery, Will spends years learning the way of his adopter’s traditions and disciplines honing both body and mind to prepare him for the outside world. But will he ever be truly ready? … Backstory: After his death, a young failure is reincarnated into a fantasy medieval world as “William Warson” a child left in a monastery by his parents shortly after his birth. The monastery is full of warrior monks who seek physical and mental strength through spiritual enlightenment, known as the monastic warrior priests of the Storm gods of yore. Several centuries after the calamity, these monks guard the Stormlord’s artifact… Will’s name was left embroidered on the blanket when he was a child, but his last name was given to him by his mentor Kyord.

Jack got transmigrated to a world of magic with the power of mind control. Join his journey as he conquers kings and queens, Demons and Demoness. .... Tag - Action, adventure, and some snu snu, Antihero MC

Matt is a poor man living on the brim of homelessness when suddenly, he is transferred into this infinite maze with many different levels and creatures called the backrooms. Who will he meet, what challenges will he face, and most importantly, what will he learn?

This is my idea but the AI wrote it for me! This is an AI generated book like the rest! This Text Is Ment To Be A Test "Experiment" This Book Has Subliminal msg in the text none of which are harmful.

Delinquent Natsuki doesn't have a good reputation in the school because he is always involved in fights and troublemaker in the school while Mitsuri is at the top of their class they talk to each other at times but not much since Mitsuri hates Natsuki for being a troublemaker. They all have each their problem how can they resolve them? Can they solve them in a peaceful sense or a dangerous route like being involved in gangs?

Tác Giả : Nguyễn Thúy Vy Đánh Giá Theo Độ Tuổi : [M] Tình Trạng : Đang Tiến Hành, Chưa Hoàn Thể Loại : Đồng Nhân Kimetsu no Yaiba, Fanfiction, Ooc, Tình Cảm Lãng Mạn, Ngôn Tình, Sắc, ABO, Bách Hợp, Sủng, Khoa Học Viễn Tưởng, Chủ Thụ, HE, Diệt Quỷ, Np, Harem, H Scenes, Nữ Cường x Nam Cường, Nữ Cường, Trọng Sinh. . . Ghép Đôi : Kochou Shinobu Harem, Tokitou Muichirou x Shinobu, Kochou Kanae x Shinobu, Kibutsuji Muzan x Shinobu, Tsugikuni Michikatsu x Shinobu, Tsugikuni Yoriichi x Shinobu, Ubuyashiki Kagaya x Shinobu, Kamado Tanjirou x Shinobu, Kamado Nezuko x Shinobu, Tsuyuri Kanao x Shinobu, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Shinobu, Kanroji Mitsuri x Shinobu, Iguro Obanai x Shinobu, Tomioka Giyuu x Shinobu, Douma x Shinobu, Akaza x Shinobu, Tokitou Yuichirou x Shinobu, Tamayo x Shinobu, Agatsuma Zenitsu x Shinobu, Rengoku Kyoujurou x Shinobu, Kaigaku x Shinobu, Daki x Shinobu, Shinazugawa Genya x Shinobu, Sabito x Shinobu, Makomo x Shinobu, Yushiro x Shinobu. . . Văn Án : - Kochou Shinobu - Là một cái Omega dung mạo xinh đẹp nhưng không kém phần quyến rũ, vì không muốn mọi người biết mình là một cái Omega nên giả làm Beta, vì cha mẹ bị giết hại bởi con quỷ khốn nạn kia mà tự hứa với lòng mình rằng sẽ không để ai giống tình cảnh như mình, nàng tốt bụng, hiền lành, nhưng không dễ bắt nạt. - Và một chuyện tình giữa một cái Omega mỹ mạo yêu kiều và nhiều cái Alpha tài năng điển trai. "Ô mon Oméga, accepterais-tu de tenir ces mains sanglantes qui sont les miennes ?" "Hỡi Omega của ta, nàng liệu có nguyện ý nắm lấy đôi bàn tay đã nhiễm đầy máu tươi này của ta không?" Lưu Ý : - Truyện này chỉ dành cho fan Shinobu, người ship AllShinobu, không dành cho anti, anti có thể đọc nhưng dừng buông lời cay đắng, chửi rủa cp có trong truyện. - Truyện không có thể loại BoyLove, vui lòng không nhắc các cp BL trong truyện. - Truyện chỉ có AllShinobu, InoAoi. - Truyện chỉ có GL, BG.

This is a Various Demon Slayer x Reader fanfic! Y/n L/n, a cheerful and nice Snow Hashira. But now, she's just a former Hashira. The whole organization except, Mitsuri, Shinobu and the girls from Butterfly and Snow Estate, has blamed her for something she didn't do. She was just shocked because she found herself outside the Demon Slayer Corps. When she was explaining, yet no one believed her. And now, the poor girl just live in the Southeast, all by herself, slaying demons in case she spotted one. And that's when she encountered, Tanjiro, who's on a mission in Tanjiro and Zenitsu too, with Tanjiro's demon sister, Nezuko. The cover is not mine, it's from Pinterest! CTTO

In the wake of creating another Mission Impossible sequel, Tom Cruise sold to Brad Pitt rights to star and produce the sequel, creating an movie filled with subliminal messages about the state of Hollywood and its future. When the day of reckoning happens, Serbian furry hero named Zdenko Kotromanić finds himself trapped in Ćele Kula with a mission from the mighty God Himself, to prevent Brad Pitt from commencing the making of this sequel. All alone and together with some other equally challenged people, he will be facing many mental amalgamations of non-human proportions to save the Hollywood from itself, and rescue all actresses that are getting constantly sexually harassed.

Four Bloodlines of Immortality: Frigards, Mikaelsords, Parkersons, and Gerithons; are the last immortals existing in this modern world...or so they believe. The Frigards are highly regarded as the 'Majesty of All Immortals', but their reign ends tragically as the world changes into modernization. Astrid Frigard, the grandiose last successor of the Frigard bloodline, works for the Magni Nominis Umbra (MNU), an organization that hunts and kills stray immortals wandering in the human world. After losing her elder sister, Aster Frigard, in their "Last Duel", Astrid has become a lost cause for the last thousand years. The Frigards' ability to look into one's mind and alter one has become a subliminal burden to Astrid. The Mikaelsord family comprises of: Roux, Ezra, Keane, Rosaria, and Xavier. Their whole principle is to protect immortals at all costs. However, they seem to be in two minds as they owe Astrid Frigard an esteem and a huge favor. Lukai Parkerson and Adrianna Parkerson have always been regarded as the "aide-de-camp" of the Frigard bloodline. They are the ones they entrust to forewarn and foresee desirable future events. Manuel and Fenelle Gerithon are insurgents that duly believes in the freedom of all immortals, no matter the consequences. All of their principles, beliefs, and responsibilities will be turned into dust as it is revealed that Aster Frigard, the rightful heir of the Frigard bloodline, is alive...and is living the human life as the FBI Agent Fleur Christensen.

The land of Delford across the great Black sea is a land of freedom. Many travel it escape the persecution from the slave masters and war mongers in the western world. Our story follows many but at the center is Derelict That not his name but he doesn't know any other than what the masters of the west would call him. In this world major battles are not fought on the lands below instead most people have the ability to meditate and enter the illusions. The illusions is a land where you are not restricted by your body and instead choose your form any form that suits you weather is is a beast or just the wings of a beast allowing flight, but all choices are made subliminally and change compared to how you view of yourself changes throughout your life. All major battles are fought here because murder has been outlawed do to extremely low birthrates only 1 in 1000 can have children. If someone is killed in the real all people see it as the worst thing that can be done and work together to find detain and imprison that person in a cell for life Do to the circumstances most choose to juat fight in the illusions if they have an argument or disagreements.

Itsuka is known to be an ordinary boy, at least that's what his classmates and the entire Kingdom of Flare believe. One day, while Itsuka is eating lunch on the school rooftop with his friends, the school catches fire and explodes, killing all students and teachers and reincarnating them into a new world. Excited by this new life, Itsuka and his friends soon face betrayal. Under the command of the first princess, his comrades turn against him after he interacts with the fourth princess. As a result, during a raid in the Atoma labyrinth meant for leveling up, they betray Itsuka and his friends, causing them to fall to the deepest part of the labyrinth. This incident kills his best friend and gives his other friend amnesia. Struggling with his emotions, Itsuka walks to the final level of the labyrinth, where he encounters and becomes the holder of DeathxLife. Half of its power goes to Ray Skyrish, his amnesiac friend, transforming Ray from male to female. After dealing with Ray's gender change and the power of DeathxLife, Itsuka defeats and tames the labyrinth's final boss, who transforms into a beautiful dragon girl. Escaping the labyrinth with his new allies, Itsuka enrolls in a new school in this world, the same one his previous classmates now attend. They believe Itsuka and his friend perished in the Atoma labyrinth, which was officially deemed an accident. From here on, Itsuka seeks revenge while creating a low-profile background character at school. Secretly, he is Death, the leader of the Death Pieces, an organization he forms that becomes a significant threat to the Flare country. Unbeknownst to many, he is actually Itsuka Yagami, a student at Akura Academy and a former victim of Mitsuri Mine, the first princess of Flare. Check out the first chapter—you might enjoy it! If you do, keep in mind that the main character, Itsuka, is a badass and likely has a harem of more than ten members. Enjoy reading! Average Words per Volume 1 Chapter: 1500-3000, though Chapter One of Volume One has over 5000+ words for it's recreation debut.

Humankind has only been known to use six to seven percent of their brain leaving ninety three to ninety four percent untouched. What happens if some individuals learn to ignore subliminal limitations set by mankind, and are able to do what others can't. This is the world of the subconscious mind, the part of humans that never sleeps, and always thinks. It is the part that can understand everything, and opens up to world of all new possibilities. This is the world of Denise and John.... Denise is no ordinary high school girl, but that doesn't stop her from wanting an ordinary life. Because of her gifts she unwillingly gets pulled into the minds of victims to a terrible serial killer. John, her brother, soon awakens to gifts of his own, placing him in the mind of the killer. Unknowing who this killer might be she soon learns that she cannot see him, but, he can see her. Preparing for the fight of their young lives, and using only the small clues John can gather, with the aide of an usual ally who has secrets of his own, they set off to stop this threat before he finds them, in the ultimate game of cat and mouse.

That accursed book had the ability not only to pervert and warp the fabric of space and time but to bend the very mind itself, to twist the psyche to breaking point and then go beyond. It was something not meant for this world. Exiting the motorway we quickly came to the large town of Dungannon, a town that had grown rapidly over the last decade as it had seen an influx of foreign nationals disproportionate to the rest of the country, who brought with them a diverse range of strange theologies and mysticisms. Some of these I knew as off-shoots of more mainstream theologies, others I knew to be cults new or old that barely clung to existence in the world as we know it, and one or two I had heard of only in legend and existed here as anywhere else in rumour. Parapsychology bore little interest to my erstwhile driver who guided us into the car park of some quaint local shopping mall that had served as a linen mill during the industrial revolution an age ago. A surprisingly modern bistro sat on a corner unit of the mall, all glass front with trendy chrome chairs and dark wood throughout and soon we were guided to a table and upon ordering we returned to our conversation about the unusual Valjean. That conversation did not last a great deal of time however as we had discussed at length during the journey the details of my entire communication with the musician and changing tact Professor Davids enquired as to how I was adjusting to life in Belfast after my time spent in Arkham. I confessed that at times I was still caught out by the quirks of European life compared to those of Americans, in the United States life and people were generally simpler in manner but at a faster pace than in European nations. The best descriptor I could think of was that in America politics was an occupation, in Europe it was a lifestyle choice. As the waitress arrived with our food I came to realise that I no longer had the attention of Professor Davids, indeed nothing seemed to be holding his gaze, as if his mind were absent from his body. “It’s the music, ” explained the waitress in answer to the question I had not asked and I then noticed the crackling warble filtering in that I had come to recognise as the work of my reclusive penpal, “AJ Valjean, some people seem to space out listening to his stuff, it really speaks to them.” “That could prove dangerous, ” I said snapping my fingers in the face of my colleague breaking his trance, “it’s like some form of hypnosis.” “I’ve never seen the harm in it, ” the waitress left our food and returned to the kitchen area, passing a waiter who I saw to be moving in an almost robotic fashion, and after that had caught my eye I came to realise that maybe half a dozen of the thirty or so in the room also behaved in the same trance state. “That was quite an unusual experience, ” the Professor spoke, “I felt as though my mind were slowly draining, it was peaceful, very calming. Your friend certainly makes music for the soul.” “It certainly is strange, ” I commented, I found it unsettling how powerful an effect such music could have on a receptive psyche. Clearly there was some subliminal waveform or message in the music that whether intentional or not was at the very least a hazard to drivers and pedestrians, at the worst I would dread to think. I ate my meal in uncomfortable silence, knowing what I know of the interests of AJ Valjean I doubted that the trance state was unintentional and could only hope that it did not exist to serve some hitherto unknown malign purpose. My eyes followed those who had been under the effect, watching to see any peculiarities or behavioural quirks beyond the generally accepted norm of human activity, indeed I kept one eye on my companion for having known academically for some time now he could best serve as a control group.