Reviews for Samsaric |
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![]() ![]() ![]() Wonder if we'll get fanart of Mirai & her tattoos? |
![]() ![]() ![]() I'm so relieved it really was not genma! I was worried! super amazing chapter! |
![]() ![]() ![]() I love it! anxiously awaiting her meeting with the hokage! |
![]() ![]() ![]() Mirai is more psychological issues than person by now. |
![]() ![]() ![]() YEAH she's out of root! |
![]() ![]() ![]() Hitting the usual pitfalls of a fixit OC knows the plot story so far. Really wish you didn’t take the route, it locks off so much of the world and character interactions you could otherwise have, and stops you from getting creative with different characters. Still it’s well written and the pacing seems good so far |
![]() ![]() ![]() Thank you very much for the new chapter :) |
![]() ![]() ![]() Finally! I'm so glad Mirai's done with Danzo. I hate him so much. I loved the chapter btw. Her little reunion with Itachi was nice but also so scary. I can't wait for the next one! |
![]() ![]() ![]() Thank God the torture porns over. |
![]() ![]() ![]() Oh shit. Well well well, I thought this story was discontinued for sure. This was a nice surprise I even got an extra chapter. I’m really glad you didn’t drag this root thing out, can’t wait to everyone again and all the missing found family. Shisui will probably loose his shit, and kakashi and genma probably haven’t been functioning too well. This will be interesting... |
![]() ![]() ![]() Finally Out but never over. I guess the rest of the fic will be Vietnam PTSD over and over and over and over. Hope she becomes more person than issues that she is now. |
![]() ![]() ![]() I’m gonna reread this fanfic again. |
![]() ![]() ![]() OH GODS SHE’S OUT. The relief I felt on her behalf made me want to fall over. This chapter was- just- wow. |
![]() ![]() ![]() Panic attacks never have really had a reason for me. They just occur, perhaps triggered by stress and over oxidation. I've never found there to be a rhyme or reason for them. |
![]() ![]() ![]() I'm surrounded by some kids at play I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear? Mmm, and twisted thoughts that spin around my head I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning How quick the Sun can drop away And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass... of what was everything Songs, eh? |