Creation Stories

Title - You're my Anchor Type - Own creation, Myanmar BL, Mpreg စိန်ပန်းပြာရဲ့ အဓိပ္ပာယ်က စောင့်ဆိုင်းနေတဲ့ အချစ်တဲ့..။ (2026)

Title - My Beloved Thaw (ကိုယ် ချစ်မြတ်နိုးရပါ‌သော သော်) Type - Own Creation, Myanmar BL, Mpreg လောကကြီးက ဘယ်လောက်ပဲ ခါးသီးပါစေ ကျွန်တော့်အတွက်တော့ 'သော်' ဆိုတဲ့ နာမ်စားလေးကတင် နွေးထွေးမှုတွေ ပြည့်နှက်နေစေဖို့ လုံလောက်ခဲ့ပါတယ်။ (2024)

Title - Kiss or Kill Type - Own creation, Myanmar BL, Mpreg တစ်လောကလုံးအပေါ် အေးစက်တဲ့ ဦးရဲ့ကမ္ဘာမှာ ကျွန်တော်တစ်ယောက်တည်းကသာ ခြွင်းချက်။ အနမ်းတွေနဲ့ သိမ်းပိုက်မလား၊ ဒါမှမဟုတ် အဆုံးထိ ဖျက်ဆီးပစ်မလား။ (2025)

ကိုကိုချစ်ရန် အရေးပေါ်လိုအပ်နေသည်~ နေခေတ်ရောင်ထယ်+ဂျွန်ဝေလျှံ

This comes from a Mexican anime trailer - a world that was abandoned before it ever had the chance to grow, and a writer who refuses to let it disappear. It is a story pulled from the ashes of a canceled project, a spark rescued from silence and carried forward with determination. This is for anyone who has ever loved a story that ended too soon, anyone who has ever wished a canceled idea could be revived, anyone who believes forgotten worlds still deserve a chance to live. And even if you've never seen the original trailer, even if you don't know the history behind it, you might discover it today. You might step into a world that almost vanished and find yourself wanting more.

You died. There is no doubt about that. You remember the final breath, the fading warmth, the silence that swallowed everything once your life finally came to an painful end. And yet, you opened your eyes again. A different sky stretches above you. A world unknown to your memories. A life that should never have been yours. Before you knew it, you were reborn. However, the past followed you here. Every memory remains untouched, buried deep within your soul like scars that time could never erase. The blood on your hands. The regrets you could never outrun. The desperate search for peace that seemed just beyond your reach. You questioned yourself. Why had you been chosen to be brought back? Was it fate? Punishment? Mercy? Or the whim of something far beyond human understanding? Perhaps this is salvation. Or this is simply another prison wearing the mask of paradise. You don't know. But one question continues to wonder within the silence of your mind. What will you do with the second life that should never have existed?

I wish for many of us to see beyond what meets the eye and understand more than what we think we know. This piece is my hope-that others might feel the same way, and capture what I'm trying to say beneath the surface.

✹ ▬▬▬▬ 𝒯 𝗛𝗜𝗦 ℐ𝗦 ℋ𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗘 ❝ leave your make━━up on , and i'll leave on the light , come over here , babe , and talk in the mic , oh yeah , I hear you now , it's gonna be one hell of a night . . . ❞ all graphics created by ©️coast_by_coast ▬▬ a graphic lotto ! ( august , 2026 )

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THE BLACK HEART: Anatomy of Evil "Each Moon is a breath of evil, each Table a root that grows in the dark, each Cross a nail in the sky." Evil is not a historical accident: it is a breathing organism. Throughout the centuries, the wolf Gork hunts the primordial essence of Vorgash-a fire that devours the souls of tyrants and sheds its skin as eras pass. From the flames of Nero to the divine calculation of Napoleon, through seven Moons of blood, darkness evolves, learns, and refines itself. But at the end of the seventh Moon, the hunt changes. Evil no longer dwells in a single man: it has become a nation. The Dark Sphere is born-the collective mind of the Reich. Amidst the mud of the trenches and the cold rhythm of a war that moves with the precision of a train schedule, soldiers like Lothar, Ernst, and Hermann become cogs in a brutal order that admits no variations. There is no more room for initiative, only for simultaneous execution. Only for the void. The Black Heart is more than a historical novel. It is a mathematical and metaphysical journey through 7 Moons, 10 Tables, and 7 Crosses. It is the account of when humanity ceased to be flesh and became dust under the weight of a perfect structure. Are you ready to discover what beats within the Black Heart of History?

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In the beginning, there was only Heaven, golden and endless, ruled by a Creator whose love knew no limits. From light and gentleness, He shaped Asher, soft-spoken, curious, alive with wonder. From fire and earth, He shaped Adam, steady, powerful, built to protect. Two souls, bound together before either of them understood what love even meant. But Heaven was only ever the beginning. Sent down to a new world called Earth, blessed and bonded before the eyes of angels, Asher and Adam must learn what it means to actually live, hunger, fear, the ache of first love, the weight of a world that doesn't know or bow to them the way Heaven once did. And when Asher's body begins to change, carrying a miracle neither of them was prepared for, the two of them must face the truth that paradise was never meant to stay simple forever. A story of creation, devotion, and the kind of love that exists before the world even has a word for it.

This book presents a curated collection of animated previews with striking visual style, focusing on works from Latin America while also exploring pieces from other regions that stand out for their artistry and storytelling. It becomes a research journey - a way to understand how these visual glimpses reflect cultural identity, creativity, and the evolution of animation across different places. Each preview acts as a window into its creator's imagination, showing how animation can cross borders and express emotion, myth, and modern life through movement and color. The collection draws from the Trailer series on YouTube, and will also focus on news about future animation projects - announcements, updates, early reveals, and other developments worth paying attention to. It works as a growing list of works I plan to research: projects in production, forgotten concepts, abandoned ideas, and creations that remain hidden online. My goal is to uncover these lesser‑known pieces and share them with the world, bringing attention to animation that deserves to be seen. Read on, because you may discover films you never knew existed.

Feel free to leave any suggestions :) Waking up to destruction and chaos around you isn't a typical Tuesday morning for regular people. However, it did become humanity's reality when 12 Entities started attacking Earth. Why? Probably to get some land, I don't know. I'm just a writer. But, hey, maybe you can figure out why. It's probably obvious. And if you read to the end, you might find out how all this finally came to an end. Of course, I'm not forcing you to. But it'll be fun to have a friend come along. Author's Note: - This is my first book, pls don't judge :D - This is supposed to sound like a friend is talking to you or something. - If it feels fast-paced, IM SORRYY :C

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Sejoun had always been an avid fan of the Pokémon games, spending countless hours exploring their vast worlds and training his favorite creatures. One fateful night, while playing until midnight, he suddenly collapsed and lost consciousness without warning. When he awoke, Sejoun found himself in an unfamiliar parallel world-one far different from his own. This was a realm where biotechnology had advanced far beyond imagination. Here, scientists and corporations possessed the ability to design entirely new species, granting them extraordinary abilities and shaping life itself as though it were clay in their hands. Sejoun soon discovered that he was the owner of a struggling biotech company teetering on the brink of bankruptcy. Yet, as if guided by destiny, something miraculous happened: a mysterious "Pokémon system" appeared before him. With its power, he was able to draw upon his deep knowledge and passion for Pokémon, recreating the beloved creatures that had once only existed in games and stories. From his laboratory, Pikachu, Charmander, Squirtle, and countless other Pokémon were born into reality for the first time, astonishing the world. What was once a failing company suddenly transformed into a thriving empire, drawing global attention and admiration. Children and adults alike were enchanted, scientists marveled at the possibilities, and soon, Pokémon became more than entertainment-it became a culture, a way of life. Under Sejoun's leadership, his company rose from obscurity to global prominence, with Pokémon at its core. He became known as the visionary creator of Pokémon, a pioneer who reshaped the world through his dream. The creatures that once existed only in games now lived, battled, and thrived alongside humanity. I also post this on royalroad.

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This book isn't a promise; it's a quiet space for possibilities. Some ideas will bloom, others will fade like dreams at dawn. It's a collection of beginnings - stories that might never be written, worlds that might never exist, yet all of them whisper something about who I am when I imagine. Each page holds a fragment of curiosity, a spark waiting for the right moment to catch fire. Maybe one day I'll return to these notes and find a story that insists on being told. Until then, this book will simply hold the weight of what could be.