Growing up thinking your nothing, then finding out your the "chosen one". But your lost, lost in your thoughts, lost in life, lost on who you are. It is time to find yourself...who are you really? 
This is what I tell myself so that I can continue "Finding Myself"

Wandering can be a beautiful thing, seeing places and people intriguing to the eye and soul. Dangers may lurk, but that's ok. To Solis, the view is worth the hardship.

Feng  XiaLin is a vallant prince in search for a princess to marry. But then some fateful encounter lead him to the clutches of the notorious dark sorcerer, Rong ZhanWu.

In order to save the princess, he unwillingly became the sorcerer's slave instead.

Or so he thought...






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In YunMing mountain peak of Yin Fang continent, three princesses or princes were always born to the King and Queen. If the first born baby is a girl, then the next children to be born have always been girls. If the first born baby is a boy, then the next children to be born have always been boys. Traditionally, the children of the ruler of Yun Ming mountain peak all have the same genders.

 In the current regime of Feng, oldest princess was called ShuXi, the middle princess was called LouMei, and the youngest was XiaLin. But unbeknownst to the neighboring peaks, XiaLin is a boy.

The King and the Queen are both at lost as to how to deal with their current situation. The invitation for the courting day has already been sent few days before XiaLin was even born. And eighteen years after this, the princes from different mountain peaks will definitely come to court a Princess from the Royal family of Yun Ming mountain peak.

As a last resort, Feng XiaLin was raised along with the two princesses. The two princesses would always drag their little brother wherever they go and whatever they do.  When they were grown, they always cause troubles together. When they want to seek achievements, they would set their goals together.  A time will come when a Princess will be courted, brought her to their home, and soon will rule over a kingdom. But for a Prince, it is always be him doing all of those difficult tasks.  That was the way it always been and as far as anyone knew, that was the way that it should always be.

But the pampered Feng XiaLin doesn’t know how dangerous the outside world is. Being only a literary person that has no knowledge about martial arts, they could only advise him to wait for a Princess to knock on his Pavilion’s door. 

But as a man, would he allow that?
 

The answer would be no.  There’s no way he will be just sitting inside like a Princess and wait for someone to court him!

He will find his destined one even if it turns out to be another Prince!



A short boys love Fairytale

#LGBT #YAOI #DANMEI #BL #SHOUNENAI #M/M

This story is actually for boys and girls. It is about finding yourself. Most people don't realise what is happening to them so I decided to write this. I hope you can relate to my story.

Try to find peace in this world that full of shit. Achieve all you want as long as your free and try to do what makes you happy.

Finding yourself? Maybe you will always remember what you achieve in life at kung paano nito nabago ang buhay mo. And you always be proud for your journey in your life and found your happiness.

Finding yourself is a lifetime process remember that. Hangga't nabubuhay ka patuloy mo pa rin hinahanap ang sarili mo hanggang sa last day mo na sa earth. Seryoso to ha!

Try to make your journey happy, finding peace and also sa mga tanong sa buhay mo na hindi mo pa nahahanap ang sagot hanggang sa ikaw ay mamatay.

Love yourself first okay.
Hindi ako namamaalam ha nagpapayo lang!

A story about a journey to love yourself no matter who you are and where your from. Being confident in yourself, trusting yourself, accepting yourself for who you are and finding your true identity to love yourself. 

On trying to apologies for a phobia you never had.

Language has always had a context that transcended normal issues people face when they try to learn, frankly quite erotic and pleasing on their own, without the context of social values placed on those languages. Most people, at least when they're in high school, have an ability to take care of a very unique opportunity: learning a foreign language with the complete support of their parents, and the ability to speak with other "etudiants en parlance". Things like finding porns in that language come as second nature to them, so those who are fetishists outside of my own situation, have a lot the help of fellow users of the language they want to learn. I battle feelings like "why is finding a porn in French important, when I could completely learn French, and then find a porn in that language?"

Porn, especially erotica, is not some language in itself. Its a story of people as much as country music is noted for, without some context of political conservative personality, trying to force my lesbian relationship back to a straight American 19th century.

Learning French was never something I could do in high school.

Outside of the flow of pages on duolingo and memrise, it would probably still be the case do to an extra special level of effort I have taken to learn as much French as I can, before I decide to attempt suicide again. Every day it feels like I'm living on borrowed time. Every day there is always someone that tries to suggest me things like why I should learn German or Spanish instead of French. Outside of certain online friends, and parents learning Spanish, I would be in the exact same language. In my life, it seems more society specifically doesn't want me learning French.

It's like my ex room mate still continues to haunt me after we had left each other. Her finding ways I was francophobic (even though she was the one making slurs against the French) was bad enough. Combine this with the fact that, with every effort I made to even learn French, to dare I say, become less ignorant about French things, she was always there to give me some stupid lesson on French, despite her only having learned it a couple of times after high school.

She says things like "why don't you only spend ten minutes a day learning French on duolingo." After a while, it became obvious, her goal was not me learning French, it was quite the opposite. Same as every other American thing. And the most egregious thing, is the French seeming to contribute to their own discrimination by Americans. Even their own "French Lover" wanted to do everything they could to make their life that much more liveable.

For me, French was a suicidal movie actress. Play in enough Joan Of Arc movies, hide yourself behind enough Latino makeup, but in reality be closer to German than Italian or Spanish. Hiding your own sense of cultural confusion through elitism and alienation from others. Believe me animated French movie, I get this more than even you understand yourself. But unlike my ex girlfriend, I'm not going to make assumptions about how you feel about Americans, especially not anymore. I simply want to settle down in the same parlance as everyone else. Try to make it through, just one more day of the week.

Even growing up, it seemed like there were issue that made me subconciously not want to learn, despite there being no obvious things against it. For me, watch enough fantasy movies with incompetent fantasy princesses, and you start wondering how much of these Canadian actresses revel in the idea of death more than you yourself do, and simply not having the resources to make their own guillotine.

But for me, the associations of different names, after female fatales, acted a a kind of emotional ghost that seemed to continue haunt me as I continued to find a fantasy movie that was worth watching. And this isn't just a French name thing, it was a Latino name in general. And most of the Latino movies I did find, were pulpy and zorro esque in nature. But I'm incapable of believing in impossibly good characters like Superman and Zorro, or the Scarlet Pimpernal.

And I'm left in a state, where my desires to learn French, become an animated obsession in their own right, giving me a tour through Paris and Alsace, finding girls I absolutely want a romantic relationship with, and finding their making the same kind of slurs against me as my very American (although she'll be more than happy to tell you how "across the world" she is, with her seemingly untrained, and non knowledgeable language ability she has) did so every day, while using slurs like raunchy sexy time talk.

I'm ready to write that out of my life.

But I have no more chalk to give. Instead I carve language like a shiv meant only for hardcore criminals, while doing nothing by drawing paintings in my blood of life. Of different scenes from the nineteenth century. Trying to apologies for some Francophobia I don't have.

Even though I never hated the French.

It was impossibly good people. Yet now I was, after the guillotine has dropped on your lovely neck, spending the rest of my life with you, like some transgendered quasi - mode of human existence, until I rot and turn to dust. Lusting after an executed Esmerelda.

Before the second civil war, that broke the broken American Union into several smaller national units.

Set in the fictional Tennessean city of Chatlanta, where virtual reality is being newly developed, and the line between dreams and reality blur. A writer who has a hard time finishing a story, is in search for love.

The playful hacker accidentally courts an assassin/spy for a rival US micro-nation, and decides to rebuild her dead acquaintance to give her a second chance. Interspersed are dreams about being hunted by cannibalistic serial killers, and essays about the nature of the game-design industry.

Author Note: This work is half way finished,  the next half is being plotted.

Returning home Jaune showed Isabella a few practice swings to get used to her weapon with a few minor accidents of scratching the wall as well as Jaune almost loosing his head but hey why would he complain he was still alive for the most part.
"Well I'm going to try out my new armor and get used to it before heading out to the forest and then we could train with each other so you can get used to your weapon and armor is that alright Isabella." Isabella nodded.
"Alright I get to train to be a hero just like you Jaune." The young girl said
"Alright isabella but don't get carried away I am still learning just like you." Finally grabbing the armor, Jaune started putting on the crusader armour though weighing a ton Aura helped make him stronger as well as supporting him to be able to wear without a problem. "A bit rough but a few fixes here and there as well as upgrades should make this armor strong,durable as well as comfy so how are you liking your armor Isabella." Jaune said while having his helmet off and turning to her.
"Its alright its not heavy or anything i can move as well so yea I like it can we eat then train Jaune I'm hungry." 
"Alright ill go make us something for us to eat before that make sure to wash your hands alright Isabella." 
"OK!!" Isabella yelled from the bathroom.
After finishing cooking and eating they went out to the forest and get some training in against grimm and teaching Isabella how to wield a Sword much better than she currently is.
"Alright Isabella you want to keep yourself in a perfect stance to hold yourself in a fight against your enemy or else your going to stumble or fall for now I'm going to teach you how to go against a grimm, attack the unarmored areas to end it quickly so that you don't wear yourself down." Nodding to everything that Jaune said to her to confirm that she understood what she was told.
Fixing her stance, the holding of her sword as well as her swings of her sword . A few hours later finishing training for today "Alright your slowly improving but still needs to work so we'll be training whenever we get that chance." Looking happy that she was able to improve herself. "Really wow I can't wait till we train more so I can be a hero just like you Jaune and travel the world." Looking up at Jaune excited and happy as can be.
"Alright calm down Isabella so I know you want to travel the world with me but we gotta get money as well to make sure we don't end up somewhere without food or water so I'm going to enroll you into school only for the remainder of the year so you can still get an education and learn the basics." Looking a bit more droopier he looked at her and smiled "Don't worry its only for a bit until we have enough money to buy supplies for us as well as to keep a roof over our heads." "That's not it, I don't want to be separated from you and I don't know anyone here." "Well for now just keep your head held high alright and remember that I'll always be with you no matter what. To keep you safe I can't take you to any Jobs I may be taking due to how dangerous they may become until you are trained and able to hold yourself against grimm or me alright Isabella." In a kind voice he explained the situation they needed to fix until they were good to go. In a shy voice Isabella spoke "Ok but will you ... pick me up from school." Jaune smiled and spoke "Of course I don't see a problem with that, Now lets head home and get some sleep before the next day to sign you up to school so we can end this quickly and earn money for supplies to move to the next village."

Reaching home they removed their armor and took showers separately and headed to bed.
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Waking up and dressing himself up in normal civilian clothes as well as Isabella in a white dress to take Isabella to a normal school and have more interaction with others as well as being able to take Jobs to earn money. Arriving at the elementary school and entering through the front door and talking to a woman to sign Isabella up for the school. Signing Isabella up as Isabella Grace and her Guardian being Jaune Arc. Finishing signing Isabella up and being told she could start school the very next day. Buying the supplies Isabella might need for school and heading home and helping Isabella relax for her first day of school tomorrow.
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Next day Isabella prepared herself for her first day of school taking her backpack as well as the school supplies for school. Arriving at the school and walking in with Isabella hiding behind Jaune's leg being shy. Taking her to her first class and helping her calm down kneeling down and looking at her Jaune spoke.
"Make sure you behave yourself, follow the rules,listen to the teachers as well as pay attention in class I'm gonna pick you up at the end of school." looking at her with a smile.
"Ok Jaune I promise to not cause any trouble and follow the rules."
"Alright I got to go but don't worry if anything bad happens tell the teacher." standing up and walking away waving back at her as Jaune left to find a Job.
Entering the classroom Isabella felt nervous
the teacher spoke "Alright kids we have a new student make sure to be nice to her, please introduce yourself" Isabella spoke "Hi my names Isabella." "Alright go take a seat anywhere that's open." finding a seat vacant by a window she sat down and waited.
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Finding a Job was difficult so he went around asking if anyone was hiring finding a Job as a guard for the wall against grimm paying a good amount but still being dangerous and needing to buy your own equipment.
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To be Continued

Jaune arc after the betrayal of his friends at beacon he runs away into the forest and disappears. Months later word goes around of a Knight helping innocents out of the borders of the Kingdom's, Faunus and Humans stand up to join him in creating a New kingdom following him to a New future. Facing his old ex-friends and New enemies and new conflicts arise in the world of Remnant.

"Suddenly finding yourself insignificant huh?" Damien grinned. As much as he hated being rude, there was nothing more satisfying than putting people in their places.
"Does it matter who I am to her right now?" Vixen answered by finding a way around the question, "all that matters is that I probably have a much more positive correlation attached to my name in Regan's mind and," He paused bending down to ruffle her hair, "I'm the closest one to her currently. I'm sure I'll have more luck than somebody who ripped her to pieces."
"I did not- you-" Damien began, unable to find the right words to throw at Vixen.
"Stutters aren't cute, so I suggest you make up your twisted minds before trying to speak and make a fool out of yourself, but anyways, I have to thank you," Vixen smiled locking eyes with Regan, "without your stupid decisions, I wouldn't have my favorite pet right now." He got up and ran his hand through his hair, "Don't worry, I'll fix her right up. So well she wouldn't even bother to remember dirt like you."
"What-"
"Bye," Vixen muttered, gripping the phone harder, as he slammed his finger into the hang up button.
Silence hugged the room as anger oozed off Vixen. His mind buzzed and ears rang hearing only Regan's sniffles. 'Pathetic. Why are you so weak?' he thought to himself.
He avoided eye contact with her and pulled out a tissue from his pocket, then threw it at her, "fix yourself please the sight is horrific."
He watched as she pulled out a tissue and buried her face in it.
Vixen sighed and squatted in front of her, staring at her face for a moment before brushing a strand of hair covering her eyes to reveal her puffy gleaming emerald eyes. He waited until his violet eyes met with the emerald diamonds in her eyes before pinching her cheeks, then pulled her by the shoulders into his embrace, hiding her small body behind his broad shoulders.
"Stop involving yourself with people that make you cry," Vixen whispered into her ears, calming her with his voice, "A crying pet doesn't grant satisfying entertainment."
He pulled her away and stared into her eyes one more time before getting up, "I'm going now, you better have stopped crying when I'm back for lunch," He smiled when he saw her damp shirt, "you're the only person I've met to go through two sets of clothing in a day. Keep up the entertainment, I'm not bored anymore."
He turned around and walked to the door but stopped when he grabbed the handle to turn back to take one more look at her. Her hunched shoulders quivered as she covered her face with tissues. Even without seeing her face, her back displayed all the pain and sadness she had in her, it made him sick. 'I don't know if I should be mad or jealous of that prick,' he scrowled. He opened the door and disappeared to the other side.
Regan laid on her bed and crawled to the corner and cried her eyes out. She knew she shouldn't have done that, she shouldn't have thought she was ready to face him again, she shouldn't have assumed she was strong enough to hold him off. Because when she faced those three words once again… she would crumble into submission.

Forgetfulness can be a huge burden. Forgetting your friend's birthday, forgetting your phone, forgetting the day before you drank that bottle and especially forgetting the murderer of your best friend.

Regan, an 18-year-old girl in her final year of high school finally got the chance to reunite with her life-long best friend on a camping trip, and to sum it up, she was ecstatic. Heaven smiled down at her with unearthly warms rays of light, the grass glowed with a healthy vine green color and the sky was a wide expanse of blue. Everything was shrouded in absolute beauty and even the rocky terrain of the entrance to the camping site felt like clouds beneath her feet. It felt like a dream she never wanted to wake from.

Maybe because it was. It's a shame she was only a few hours away from being dragged back to earth by the sirens of an ambulance and police.

Days later, she walks the halls of her school with no recollection of what happened and no scars except for the chilling moment where the lights are switched off and she runs for her life, chased by a monster she didn't even know. In those moments, she's reminded that her blank memory must be rewritten and soon before her nightmares take over.

Love
noun
An intense feeling of deep affection
verb
To feel a deep romantic attachment to (someone)
But love and to love is more than just knowing their definition from the English dictionary.
Love is more about feeling and showing.
Love is more about taking chances and risking it all.
Love is more about sacrificing yourself for the happiness of the one you love.
Love is more about being happy for her and because of her,
Because sometimes you need to be happy without her loving you back,
Which is why love is about finding the joy in sadness,
Finding the joy in goodbyes,
Finding the joy through the pain.
Love is more than just loving someone despite their imperfections,
Because love is loving someone and their imperfections.
Loving needs no other reason other than you love them.
As if an invisible force, unbeknownst to anyone, pushed you towards that someone.

But even with all that, Love is still unexplainable and unpredictable.

Chandler Rose, the class awkward loner in the past, plans to turn his life around and be somewhat social least. Never feeling the emotion love before, he plans on experiencing it all starting now. Join him on his journey through his high school, full of ups and downs. From finding what a friend truly is to what love truly is.

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