Solus Magus

Hmm. Based on my personality, I guess my Extra would be the ability to create, remove and manipulate the memories of others to my own liking. That way, I could manipulate people without them knowing it. Yes, I am a very manipulative person and a very awful control freak like my mother. Beware of me.

Given the background that I have, I've always wondered what kind of Extra would I develop if I crossed over to the darkness? Hmm...

"Good people will always get themselves involved." -Superman

My dad was very supportive and open about it. He even told me that he might buy me a condo unit since our neighborhood was a bunch of homophobes for the sake of my safety. Since he knew I was Bi, he said that he didn't care if I married a guy or a girl, as long as I was happy then he was fine with it. As for my mom, that was tricky since she was a homophobe. But I think she already felt it beforehand. I didn't out myself though. Someone had told her and she confronted me about it that she knew. She asked because she just wanted to confirm. After that, she hugged me and it wasn't what I was expecting. I thought she was going to throw me out. I guess I am more important to her than my personal preferences. Months down the road, we would find ourselves fangirling at some hot actor at the same time. It was awkward whenever it happens though! Either ways, I already outed myself by the time I was 17 and no one bothered me about it. If anyone asked me, I would say it straight to their face as if I was just describing my eye color. Then I guess they would be so intimidated since I never tried to please them by following what was in the 'norm.' All of my friends know about it and I don't make an effort to hide myself. I'm too fabulous to hide.

I gulped at the fact that we were pinned down by an international military and I knew that these guys were no joke. The guy before us was calm as he just looked at us if he was expecting us to explode on the spot. He was wearing a complete set of suit and tie plus the shades that he was wearing. His hair was blond which was kept neat and tidy almost similar to how Aiden would comb his. And he was also the tallest from the three. I could say that he was a muscular but agile underneath his clothes

Kingdom Hearts is a good game by Square Enix. Sadly, it had made me wait for more than a decade. And I still don't know when the third game will be released because of the good number of spin-offs that they made between KH2 and KH3. Imagine, KH2 was released when I was still in Freshman Year of HS. Now, I am already working and graduated in the Univ, and they still haven't released KH3! I want to cryyyy.

My hand-grip quickly escalated. I stared into those unemotional eyes of his that were so uncaring. Then my foot automatically stepped back. Even my heart made a colossal thump as if I was going to have a heart attack. "What's the meaning of this, Trevor?" I croaked. My fist was still clenching. It was none other than the one who knocked Jaden unconscious. "Why did you bring me here?" "He's the one supposed to explain things to you." Ventus replied mechanically. But he seemed too obliviou

You couldn't have said it any better!! HAHAHA.

“Dad, I don’t think I can do this.” I admitted. My knees buckled as I approached my school. Kids were all over the place and all I could see was the dangers of having my powers exposed. But my father was a big guy and he was the world’s greatest superhero. I practically had no escape. “I feel like a failure already.” “Nonsense.” He nudged at me. His warm and gentle smile seemed to brighten everyone’s day. Especially my mother’s. And then the public eyes. “You won’t really know if you haven’

It’s been a few months since Jonathan and his parents, Clark and Lois arrived on this alternate Earth. There were a lot of adjustments here and there. But ultimately, Superman is needed back in Metropolis and they would have to move away from Hamilton. Jon’s wits will be challenged as he meets the latest Boy Wonder, Damian Wayne.

SAAAAAAAAMEEE!!!! Thank you. It's Superboy's turn tomorrow. I'll be releasing a separate story for him. But they will keep on crossing over. Stay tuned!

“Is there something wrong on my face, Pennyworth?” I grumbled. The butler was just about to place a cup of my evening tea on the table beside. In front of me was a huge screen and I was almost done searching for the group of thugs who thought it was best to hide from me. But that was useless, of course. After all, I was the one looking for them. “If you don’t say something useful then I might have to find a better butler for this Manor.” “Nothing, Master Damian.” The butler replied. His bro

Growing up to be a ruthless assassin, Damian Wayne was the perfect child to succeed Ra’s al Ghul. But his desire for Batman’s approval as his father reeled him into a different fate. Years under his tutelage, he had died, went to Apokolips and back. Just when everything was back to normal, he meets Superboy aka Jonathan Samuel Kent.

Beware of Comsie's shadows. You'll be naked before you realize it. Thank you MrM!

I am still waiting for a Damian Wayne and Jonathan Kent in a live action movie. Those two are just cute together I can't help it. Superboy might take a while. But Damian has been shown in the DC Animated Universe. I hope they will faithfully portray his character in a movie. That would have rocked. The boy-assassin should be shown in the cinemas!

To begin with, I used to be a shy and insecure person. This is because I grew up with an abusive mother and an absentee father. My mother would endlessly compare me to other kids which created an inferiority complex when I was a child. No matter how good I am, I will never be enough in her eyes. Even if I was bringing medals at home, she always have something negative to say. The approval and affirmation as a human being I should have received when I was a child was never given. Thus, I was a mix of opposites. I feel like everyone is better than me. But as I grew up, I learned to be competitive that's why I had the knack of being arrogant and bragging. Something clicked inside of me and I would crave for the approval for other people. To make things worse, I was exposed to early sex play when I was 8. A group of older guys molested and used me for their sexual pleasures. I was passed around like a ragdoll, thinking it was something normal things that guys would do. But when I grew up, I was wrong. Because it left me damaged in receiving love. To me back then, love is only received if you have something done for them. In reality, love should be selfless and doesn't demand anything in return. It should be freely given. Furthermore, my best friend was killed in front of me. The trauma left so much up until this day. In the end, my idea of love was twisted. That twisted mindset will show up every now and then. It allowed me to be a highly competitive individual that puts excellence into a different level. I became strict and disciplined with myself. To the point that I have high expectations of others as well. The perfectionist inside of me will always scream for every unnoticed mistake that I make. And it didn't give me the freedom to be a normal human person with a dose of weaknesses. This is why my stories are always themed with human weaknesses. Because we shouldn't reject those. But rather, we embrace our weakness because if we start being pretentious and display a perfect life, but a rotting one inside, it would be all useless. Change should always start from the inside. Real power begins at the confession and acceptance of our weaknesses. That's why I create scenarios that force my characters to accept their downsides. Reality doesn't always allow us to do such. Right now, some people confuse me as extroverted because I easily create friends wherever I go. I have accepted my ups and downs. It allowed me to live honestly without batting an eye in regards to the opinions of others. Thankfully, God sent me to a safe community in church wherein I was protected and nourished with love. I turned from shy and insecure into someone who is transparent to people. Perhaps I shared too much. I almost stood naked in this post. And if I did, someone would have loved to slap one of my butt cheeks. Although that would always be welcomed.

So my friends and I were debating the other night on how long should you stay in a coffee shop. I am not sure with the people here but I find coffee shops as one of the best places to write down a chapter whenever you are having an awful dose of a writer's block. For some reason, the aroma really activates and unhinges my mental block. Of course, you would have to buy at least one of their products to stay there. So aside from you continuously chugging down mug after mug of coffee and slice after slice of your favorite cheesecake, up to how long should you really stay? Example: I could consider staying for 4 hours and you only bought a small cup of coffee would be a little too much. That's me being considerate of other customers and the shop that could profit from them. Thoughts, anyone?

You know, those moments were the best parts where you get to take a picture. Not when someone snaps a photo of you and you looked like you just got out of bed. Unless you had some fun time with a loved one before you got out. Then you would have been glowing on that pic. And some people would have noticed that you were high on happy hormones that one particular morning.

Veronica Aspheraltz House of Vladimir The Library of Agni I tried, believe me I did, but when the world has come crashing, and everything that I know of is ending, I wasn’t really sure if I was still living, or a human corpse that was rotting, but surely I’ll fight against fate’s bidding. If there is something bigger out there, I hope He shows up, if He will dare, His playthings are simply everywhere, against Him, I will surely glare. I thought He’s mighty, just a

Thank you so much. I hope you stay in tune as to what happens next!

Thank you! Sorry for the long delay. Hopefully, I will be able to write regularly again.

Yes, I don't think it would be wise to mess with Kieran's mom. I think all mothers are capable of being protective of their children,

My first kiss was wet. Then it got worse. It was then I realized I was kissing the wrong head.

Have you ever tried dressing up to be as cute as that gorgeous beast? But sadly you just ended up looking like a...beast.

"Life is a challenge. And only those who lives up to the challenge truly knows what it means to live." -Darren Shan