Author has written 10 stories for Naruto, Kingdom Hearts, Digimon, Rosario + Vampire, Dragon Ball Z, One Piece, Darker than BLACK, and Soul Eater.
Hey, what's going on?
My Name's Brandon and I have several fanfictions up, I'm updating each one when I can. So if the story you like that I'm writing is at a stand still, give me a while and I'll have it running again. I will finish all of my stories and I mean all of them. Some will be taken down and rewritten, some will just go through an incubation period, and others I'm updating right now. And to all my readers, I hope you all continued to read, enjoy and review.
As many of you might have noticed, I have a tendency to disappear. This is partially my fault, but not entirely. I am going through a lot right know, several deaths have happened in my family in the past year and we're having a lot of other problems I don't wish to delve into for personal reasons. Not to mention my family and I move a lot, and almost everytime we move we end up being without internet for months at a time. Aside from all that, I can sidetracked, and when I do I usually end up shifting moods. What I mean by moods is when I write, I enter a mindset where I focus on the fandom I'm writing for and only that fandom, to the point where I block out all the others. I take it to such an extreme that I avoid doing anything related to the fandoms I'm not focusing on so as to preserve the mindset.
This is because when this mindset I enter is disturbed, it becomes extremely hard for me to continue to write for the fandom I had been focusing on. So much so to the point that everything I write feels forced and I can't stand it, writing at that point almost becomes a chore and I absolutely hate that. I love writing, I don't want it to feel like something I have to do, I want it to be something I want to do. And most of the time I do, even with my extremely aggravating method of starting up on a story, when everything finally clicks and my fingers go flying across the keyboard, I'm filled with joy and excitement as I craft stories for all of you to read.
The moods can be a gift and a curse this way, as all I'll want to do is continue writing, but when the mood is altered it brings everything to a screeching halt. I can't bring myself to write and I struggle to continue, until eventually I can't do it anymore. When that happens, there are two different possible outcomes that can occur. The first is that another mood takes over and I enter into the mindset of another fandom and I begin writing for it. The second is that I become burnt out on writing altogether and have to take a long break, sometimes a few weeks, sometimes two or three months, it varies.
On top of all that, because I get too excited, I end up trying to take on too much, too fast. For example, I've opened up several RPs throughout my stay here, all of which have come to sudden stops, because of not only my personal life, which gets in the way a ridiculous amount, but also because I'm trying to spread myself out between them, my stories and all the crap going on in real life. It's entirely my fault when it comes to this, I know, but sometimes I just can't help myself. I love RP'ing as much as I love writing, so I always, even in spite of my own warnings, end up starting one to see where it goes.
A few ended up crashing and burning, as no one wanted to join or only one person did. And the others...well, they end up getting derailed, and to all the people involved of them, I can't let you know just how sorry I am for that, as you guys are awesome and I love interacting with you. And while I do intend to try and get them up and running again, I couldn't blame everyone who had been apart of them if they decided they didn't want to be a part of them anymore, as because of me the lulls in the RP can last up to half a year or more. And I'll tell ya, that sucks from my end, who knows how bad it is for all of them.
Anyways. what I'm trying to say is this, I'm doing my best and that's all I can do. I refuse to abandon any of my stories, no matter how long it's been since I worked on them. Even if it's been half a decade, I promise all of you that one day I will eventually return and finish the story I started. I might take it down and rewrite it though, as some of my older works are horrid writing wise. Before I get off track, let me say this, I am slowly trying to work my way back up to where I can write and RP again, but as of right now, I'm burnt out.
To do this, I will dabble in both, maybe open up another RP when I'm ready or start another story, I'm not sure. What I am sure of though is this, while I will be trying to get back into the swing of things, I'm not going to rush it. I'm gonna sit back and relax, let my creative juices come back and keep my mind off of how long it's been since I updated one of my stories, as I hate to leave you guys waiting, I really do. With that said, I might focus on other things, to take my mind off of all this, it just depends how my life is going and if it'll allow it.
Once again, I apologize. I'm very sorry guys. Just know that I never abandon a story. The only way that'll ever happen is if I drop dead, I swear.
Last thing, not gonna debate this, Brandon from Naruto Exiled is not a self insert, end of story.
On a lighter note, here's a little bit of what my tastes are in anime.
My favorite Anime's are...
Dragon Ball Z-9/10
Dragon Ball GT-9/10
Dance In The Vampire Bund-9.5/10
Gun X Sword-9/10
Kaze No Stigma-8.5/10
High School Of The Dead-8/10
Sekirei Pure Engagement-8/10
Fullmetal Alchemist & Fullmetal Alchemist: The conquerors of Shambala-9.5/10
Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood-7/10
Darker Than Black-9/10
Darker Than Black Gaiden & Darker Than Black: Gemini Of The Meteor-10/10
Demon King Daimao-9/10
Eden Of The East-9/10
Negima!?: Magister Negi Magi-7/10
Ouran High School Host Club-6/10
Shakugan No Shana-8/10
The Devil Is A Part-Timer-8/10
Vampire Knight & Vampire Knight Guilty-7.5/10
Aesthetica Of A Rogue Hero-8.5/10
My favorite pairings are as follows...
Naruto & Naruto Shippuden
1-TsukuneXHarem=Tsukune and all the Girls
Dance In The Vampire Bund
Gun X Sword
Kaze No Stigma
Darker Than Black, Darker Than Black Gaiden and Darker Than Black: Gemini Of The Meteor
Demon King Daimao
2-AkutoXHarem: Junko, Kena, Korone and Fujiko
Eden Of The East
Dragon Ball Pact: "This pact is meant to hold together the remaining fans of Dragon Ball/Z/GT. Whether you like the FUNimation dub or the Ocean dub, whether you like the manga or the anime, whether you say 'Saiyan' or 'Saiyajin', we must stand strong and united, for we are the last of our dying race. And all those who are true fans, post this up on your page, forever proclaiming your Dragon Ball heritage. Be proud, for you are a true Saiyan!"
If you believe that Naruto and Hinata are the greatest pairing in Naruto, copy and paste this into your profile and add your name to the list: SilentSinger948, Leaf Ranger, Aaa222xx, 'Angelito soldado', Rose Tiger, ultimatedbzmaniac.
If you believe that Tai and Sora are meant to be together and are the greatest couple in Digimon, copy and paste this into your profile and add your name to the list: ultimatedbzmaniac
If you are an addict to Naruto and favorite couple is NaruHina then copy & paste this to your profile.
If you've ever copied and pasted something into your profile, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you absolutely cannot stand the mere thought of Naruto and Sakura as a couple, copy and paste this into your profile.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs.
REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAL FRIENDS: Will sit next to you saying “Damn … we fucked up … but that shit was fun!”
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Never seen you cry.
REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
REAL FRIENDS: Keep your shit so long they forget its yours.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Can write a book about you, with direct quotes from you.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.
REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say “I’M HOME!”
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Are for awhile.
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you’ve had enough.
REAL FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say “Bitch, drink the rest of that, you know we don’t waste.”
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Will knock them the fuck out!
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Say they are too busy to listen to your problems, but when it comes to them they expect you to have all the time in the world.
REAL FRIENDS: Not only kick everything out of their schedule to listen to whats wrong, but help come up with vindictive plans to make you feel a whole lot better!
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Say sorry when you want to talk to them at odd hours of the night, or even just hang out at odd hours.
REAL FRIENDS: Come right over and hang out with you, until you either fall asleep, or kick them out.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Would go to your funeral if you were murdered.
REAL FRIENDS: Would skip the funeral and go out looking for the murderer and kill him!!
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will help me find my way when I'm lost.
REAL FRIENDS: Will be the one messing with my compass, stealing my map and giving me bad directions.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will help me learn to drive.
REAL FRIENDS: Will help me roll the car into the lake so I can collect insurance.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will help me up when I fall down.
REAL FRIENDS: Will point and laugh because he tripped me.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will go to a concert with me.
REAL FRIENDS: Will kidnap the band with me.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Hide me from the cops.
REAL FRIENDS: Are probably the reason they're after me in the first place.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Let me make an idiot of myself in public.
REAL FRIENDS: Are up there with me making an idiot out of themselves too.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will help me move.
REAL FRIENDS: Will help me move a body.
FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will ignore this
REAL FRIENDS: Will repost it
92 percent of the teenage population would die if Abercrombie and Fitch said that it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. Put this in your profile if you're part of the 8 percent who would be laughing your head off.
We're a Dying Breed
To every guy that's said, "Sex CAN wait.”
To every guy that's said, "You're beautiful.
To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her.
To every guy that gives flowers and a card when she is sick.
To every guy who has given her flowers just because. To every guy that said he would die for her.
To every guy that really would.
To every guy that took time to do what she wanted to do.
To every guy that she cried in front of.
To every guy that holds hands with her.
To every guy that kisses her with meaning.
To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.
To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.
To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.
To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.
To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to see her for ten minutes.
To every guy that would give his seat up.
To every guy that just wants to cuddle.
To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what.
To every guy who told his secrets to her.
To every guy that tried to show how much he cared through every word and every breath.
To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.
To every guy that believed in her dreams.
To every guy that would have done anything so she could achieve them.
To every guy that never laughed at her when she told him her dreams.
To every guy that walked her to her car. To every guy that gave his heart.
To every guy who prays that she is happy even if you are not with her.
...This one bulletin is for you...
Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore... And because of this, there are not many left out there... i guarantee 90 of the men on your page will not repost this cuz they care more about their image If you are a nice guy repost this with "We're a Dying Breed"
RIP We shall remember
Her name was Auroura
Her dad was a drunk
Her only friend
She always talked to it
Until her parents
A bruise on her leg
But she grabs her bear
She sits in the corner
Such a bad life
Then one night
Then her mom suddenly
She thrusted the blade
The mom walked out
Police showed up
One officer slowly
It must have been bad
If child abuse makes you sick and you think it's horrible and should be
98 percent of teenagers does or has tried smoking pot. If your one of the 2 percent who doesn't copy and paste this into your profile
And if your someone who doesn't give a damn whether someone smokes pot or not, copy and paste this into your profile.
Great minds can read this!
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Racism is wrong and can often times destroy people's self confidence. It's a horrible and cruel way to treat people. To prove that we are all alike, try this simple experiment: Hold your hand up to a light of some kind. You'll see a shadow cast nearby. Now, have someone of a different race hold their hand up too. You'll see, essentially, the same image. Five fingers and a palm. Skin color doesn't matter when you get right down to it. If you are against racism, copy this message into your profile.
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so thatmommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have two choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
I'm sorry that I bought you roses to tell you that I like you
I'm sorry That I was raised with respect not to sleep with you when you were drunk
I'm sorry That my body's not ripped enough to "satisfy" your wants
I'm sorry that I open your car door, and pull out your chair like I was raised
I'm sorry That I'm not cute enough to be "your guy"
I'm sorry That I am actually nice; not a jerk
I'm sorry I don't have a huge bank account to buy you expensive things
I'm sorry I like to spend quality nights at home cuddling with you, instead of at a club
I'm sorry I would rather make love to you then just screw you like some random guy.
I'm sorry That I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to date
I'm sorry That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car, but when we went out you went home with another guy
I'm sorry That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere, but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend
I'm sorry If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around
I'm sorry If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work
I'm sorry that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.
I'm sorry If you read this and know somebody like this but don't care
But most of all
I'm sorry For not being sorry anymore
I'm sorry That you can't accept me for who I am
I'm sorry I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good enough to make it in your world.
I'm sorry I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...
I'm sorry That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.
I'm sorry That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.
I'm Sorry That I cared
I'm sorry that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.
Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?" Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.
If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'
If You're one of the FEW girls with enough Balls to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'
When a girl is quiet, a million things are running through her mind.
When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.
When a girl looks at you with her eyes full of question, she is wondering how long you will be around.
When a girl answers "I'm fine." after a few seconds, she is not fine at all.
When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are lying.
When a girl rests her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be her's forever.
When a girl wants to see you every day, she wants to be pampered.
When a girl says "I love you." she means it.
When a girl says "I miss you." nobody could miss you more than that.
Life only comes around once, so make sure you spend it with the right person.
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, and calls you back when you hang up on him.
The guy who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead,
Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.
The one who holds your hand in front of his friends and is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you there for him.
The one who turns to his friends and declares "That's her.".
If you read this, you have to repost it, guy or girl, or you will have bad luck for the rest of your life.
If you repost this, in five minutes your true love will call or message you.
Tonight at midnight, they will realize that they love you.
Something good will happen at approximately 1:42 pm tomorrow, and it could happen anywhere.
So get ready for the biggest shock of your life.
If you don't repost this, you will be cursed with relationship problems for all of eternity.
Repost this to your profile, and spare yourself the emotional stress.
A 15 year old girl holds hands with her 1 year old son. People call her a slut. No-one knows she was raped at 13.
People call a girl fat. No-one knows she has a serious disease which causes her to be over weight.
People call an old man ugly. No-one knows he had a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war.
Repost this if you're against bullying and stereotyping. 95% of you won't.