HI! FOR EVERYONE WHO KIND ENOUGH TO LOOK FORWARD TO MY UPDATE KNOW THAT I AM ALIVE! THE REVIEWS I LEAVE HERE AND THERE IS PROOF OF THAT XD! OF COURSE NO 1 WOULD GO THROUGH THE TROUBLE OF HACKING MY ACCOUNT ANYWAY. SO AS FOR WHAT HAPPENING? IT SLOW BUT AFTER THE 2ND TIME REALIZE MY STORY STILL...UNBALANCE TO SAID THE LEAST. I AM LOOKING BACK PAST CHAPTERS. NOT TO REWRITE COMPLETELY PER SAY BUT RATHER TO MAKE A CHANGE OF MY WRITING FORMAT NOW THAT I AM COMFORTABLE WITH WRITING LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN! FOR EVERYONE WHO LOOKING FORWARD TO MY UPDATE THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I CAN'T SAID IT WILL BE QUICK CONSIDER I DO THIS FOR MY OWN ENJOYMENT FIRST AND FOREMOST, BUT KNOW THAT THE STORY NOT DEAD! UNTIL THEN I PRETTY SURE THERE ARE TONS OF MORE TALENTED AUTHOR WITH MORE INTERESTING STORY FOR YOU GUYS TO READ XD! SOME MAYBE COME FROM MY FAVORITE STORY SECTIONS WHO KNOW!?

NOTE: Due to be me being a lonely adult male there might be a lots of harem fic there, you have been warned. d:

PS: This isn't to imply anyone who enjoy harem story are lonely people. If I make you think like that, I sincerely apology XD.

PSS: (I genuinely have no other what it even stand for) With that said here to another great years for everyone! And this message will be took down when I update regularly again XD.

Hello all! I am a huge Tokusatsu geek and many things more!!

Motto I think is true for this website, if not then at least I myself still follow it lol.

1) Unleash your imagination! N/R Unleash Your Creativity! N/R Unleash Your High! N/R Unleash Your Boredom! N/R Unleash Your Fun! N if all fail UNLEASH YOUR LEMON!…This going to bite me in the butt isn't?

2) When writing a fanfic n compare it to the original. What I want is not better, or worse but DIFFERENT!

With that said onto the lengthy text of various description!

Usually a sections for my favorite of Tokusatsu/Anime/Manga/Manhua/Games but what the heck I love so many of them, especially Riders and Ultra which I have no specific preference so no point to post it here. Next topics!

So recently I check out webshow called RWBY. Yeah probably most people know of that, I was checking out RvB which is another great show from Rooster Teeth btw when I heard of this. The concept obviously for a webshow is amazing so is the art, Monty Oum really is a great man. It a show that is good I think...couldn't really be call a fan XD. Because it is about high school (college? What is Beacon equivalent to our education system anyway?) girls!...Okay seriously though XD. Watch the show think is very good but with all the recent fanfic that try to predict or branch off beyond future chapters I see a few things just stuck in my mind and for some reason just want to post here, nothing big impact on the show just random thought.

1. Why does Neopolitan like ice cream of that flavor?

Yeah since the character first appear and people know her full name this is what most people assume so they would always, always, write a scene involve her with a bowl, scoop or cone of Neopolitan ice cream. These two things are so inseparable is like I said Popeye! And people think Spinach! So I just think it will be funny if the canon reveal she actually loathe the flavor or ice cream itself for that matter.

2. Why does people assume Cinder's power must be flame related?

Okay dumb question I know (-_-). The women dress in red, flame surround her in all her opening. And her name is Cinder. But I keep seeing her character and all her plotting and secrecy as well as how she can hide in plain sight despite it clear that she graduate from Clark Kent's Institute of Disguise (-_-). So for some reason my mind again think, hey what if with all her name and hint it is part of her deceit and her power could, for argument's sake, make a snowman appear out of thin air.

So yeah that's mostly my thought involve this show. And for some reason just want to post it here (0_0). That is all! And if you like seeing pretty girls kick butt then check this show out everyone.

EDIT: So yeah been a while n it seems I was overthinking things lol. But looking back I found these thought funny so keep it here XD.

Dear bullies,

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself. You know that girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting on make-up hoping people will like her. That boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home. See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country. See that young boy you just made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor. That guy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying.

If you are against the action above put this in yourprofile or at least remember about it.

My name is Kelly

My name Kelly

I am only three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Kelly

I am only three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!

Her name was Aurora

Her name was Aurora
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"God, why? Why is
My life always sinking?"

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrust the blade
Right in her chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless pest!"

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

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 another Guy fat, No one knows he has a serious disease causing him to be overweight .

People call an old man ugly, No one knew he had a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war.

Re-post this if you are against bullying and stereotyping.

This next bit here is one of the cutest, saddest things ever...

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 after all, 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 with out 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 that mommy 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 news paper 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 news paper 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 for ever. 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 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
Today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me,
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
My hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

One more heart that will never love.

If you're against abortion, re-post this

(God, this is one of the worst things to EVER happen)

Stories I like on Archive of Our Own.

So...read some stories up there, find some pretty good, fun to pass time but not enough for me to make an account lol. However there are 2 fanfics I really like up there so I guess since I cant leave review I would do a shout out for them I suppose. Not sure if they even know I do this just do this on a mood swing really.

Fate Stay Life by Mar_Kir. A very interesting continuation of Heaven Feel with different end to it, it have little smut here n there but it really feel like an additional story to the novel itself or it just me too fanboy about it lol.

Strawberries and Cream by emothy. What can I said I have trash taste for pairing, not this story though, it short n good.