#Fictional

[telogreika]

Revacholian Miku

[miryum]

apparently, my type is traumatised fictional men.

[cowboy1ikereid]

pov - you’re a member of the fbi’s behavioural analysis unit

[vxlo-0]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ imagine your f/o...

…slowly drifting off to sleep beside you. They’re so exhausted they don’t even realize when their head gently falls onto your shoulder. You glance at them and notice how peaceful they look, their breathing soft and steady. You don’t mind at all—you smile and let them relax, enjoying how cute they look.

[poetryofmuses]

I don't want a fictional man. I want to BE fictional. I want to escape this reality and live in a fictional world with him.

[piastrishelmet]

early mornings with gavi¡ ღ

warnings; hi no warnings just enjoy this fluff (can you guys tell i love fluffs)

💌; thank you for all the love i've been receiving i'm actually so happy like what 🥺

↺as a light sleeper, gavi hates the sound of the alarm ringing nonstop in the morning. that's why most of the times it's your job to turn it off while he decides to hide on your neck.

" —turn that thing off before i throw it out the window. "

↺gavi changes his position a LOT on his sleep, so if you wake up before him you will probably find him wrapped in blankets meanwhile you are freezing<\3.

↺he loves afirmation words early in the morning while you caress his back drawing circles, he says it makes the start of the day better. ( isn't he a cutie like shut up )

↺you get his deep morning voice and oh my god.

↺even if you complain about the weather being too hot to cuddle, you will find him next morning all wrapped around you, with an arm lazily resting on your waist and one of his legs over yours.

↺he always will try to wake you up in the softest way possible, giving small kisses to the back of your neck and your cheeks.

and maybe sometimes you just pretend to be asleep for a little longer. just maybe.

↺having the urge to kiss the little pout he does when he's asleep.

↺discovering gavi sometimes talks on his sleep and him being embarrased about it next morning, scared to say something stupid.

↺laughing at gavi's messy hair and gently brushing it off his face. or him being too sleepy and confused about why are you laughing.

↺" —gavi, are you awake yet? "

" —no. "

" —you're going to be late.. "

" —i'm sleeping. "

↺him pulling you both under the blankets and giving you little goodmorning kisses. or that's how he calls it.

↺having silly morning arguments and accusing gavi of snoring and gavi acussing you of taking all space in bed.

↺fighting for who goes shower first and who gets more extra time in bed EVERY day. or gavi acting grumpy whenever he doesn't get the extra time.

↺sleepy smiles and floppy lazy kisses¡

↺gavi having pillow marks all over his cheek and you tracing them while he looks at you.

" —good sleep? "

" —mhm. "

[creativepromptsforwriting]

I am once again petitioning for more characters with glasses. Our eyes are not getting better in the future with even more people needing visual aids and I'd like to see myself represented more, not just in the occasional "nerdy" character.

[bigpushforme]

Your Mother, Your Surrogate

“Nnngh…ahhhhAHHHH!!!!” She lets out another scream as the contraction hits her. Your husband is frantically running around the house, making sure she has everything she needs. She grips your hand tightly, riding the pain through another contraction. She manages to look at you, a kind smile on her face despite the agony. You smile back and wipe the sweat off her brow. “It won’t be long now, honey…” She says with a gasp. 

You never thought this would be how your daughter enters the world. You and your husband had tried for over a year to conceive with no success. A few doctor’s visits later and you’re told that your body isn’t conducive to pregnancy. A rare, genetic defect that prevents your uterus from accepting a fertilized egg. Heartbroken, you and your husband begin to accept that this may be your new reality. You both visit your Mother and share the news. She holds you both tightly and cries with you as mourn the loss of what you have never gained. Your Mother was always your rock in your fertility journey. You kept her up to date with all the things you’ve tried. Your husband took some time to adjust to how…open you were with her, but eventually he didn’t mind. She was a pillar, an unmoving object of stability in this trying time, and now…she would be your savior. A few days later, your Mother comes to you and your husband with an interesting proposal: let her carry your child. “I’m in good health, and I haven’t hit menopause yet. I would be honored to carry my grandchild for you.” She explained. You both took some time to think it over, but soon agreed.

The deal was simple: once her pregnancy was confirmed, she would move in with you and your husband to be taken care of through the duration of the pregnancy. She did not ask for payment, or anything material in return. All she asked for was a natural homebirth, and one favor of her choosing later down the road. Considering the circumstance, you didn’t feel inclined to deny her. Over the next few months you watched your mother swell, her belly grew big with your child. She would often joke about not being able to push it out, and you felt a bit of legitimate concern at those remarks. She was not a large woman, and while her body had been molded by pregnancy in the past, you wondered if she would come through alright considering her advanced age.  The pregnancy was rather uneventful and for the most part, healthy. For the first time, you felt a tinge of excitement and anticipation rouse within you. This was really happening. 

You were woken in the middle of the night by a scream. You and your husband jump up from the bed and rush to the guest room, where you find your mother kneeling on the floor. She looks up at you with a smile, and you know that it’s time. She explains that she had been laboring for a few hours prior to your arrival, hoping to hold out until you woke up. You were a bit frustrated at that, but were willing to overlook it for the time being. You helped her up and toddle over to a spare room that had been set up as the home’s birthing suite. Moment’s later, you’re holding her hand as another contraction hits her.

“Nnngh…ahhhhAHHHH!!!!”

She looks at you with a smile on her face, “It won’t be long now, honey…” She says with a gasp. Your mother kneels on the floor with you at her side. Your husband comes back in and finishes setting up the camera. “Baby…help me take this robe off. I’ll be more comfortable naked…” She requests. You agree and strip her down, noting how beautiful she looks as a mother in labor. Her belly is round and full, ready to pop at any moment. Her breasts were always on the larger end, but they’ve become swollen with milk. “Are you okay, Mom?” You ask, not really knowing what to do in this situation. She looks at you and nods, “Yeah…this is just…agh!” Another contraction interrupts her sentence. “Labor is…harder than before…” 

You wipe her brow again and exchange a concerned glance with your husband. You were worried about this. Laboring at her age was a recipe for disaster. “Mom…maybe we need to get to a hospital and-”

“No…! I can do this…hah…” She breathes hard and holds you close, burying her face in your chest. “I…I’m almost ready to…push….”

You look up at your husband, who has taken her other side and is holding her hand. You know she’s too far progressed, and you don’t have time to make it to a hospital or call a midwife. He looks at you with a determined expression. She wants to do this. You understand, it’s now or never. 

“Push, Mom…you can do it!” You squeeze her hand. The woman lets out a primal growl as she bears down for the first time, summoning all her strength to deliver her grandchild. Her hand squeezes yours with an intensity you didn’t know she had. You move to her back, letting her lean on you for support in between each push. Your husband moves to her front to catch the baby. She breathes heavily, her milk-filled breasts rise and fall with each heave. 

“It hurts baby….it hurts so much…” Your mother cries. “I know…but you can do it! Come on, one more push…”

“NNnnngg!” She grunts with the contraction, pushing along with it. You look to your husband for some kind of reassurance. “She’s crowning!” He says with a smile. “Come on Mom, you’re almost there!” You encourage her. The woman lays back on your chest, and takes a few breaths. “I…I can feel it coming…” She says. You smile, knowing how much agony this is causing her, but she does it all for you. As a Mother should. She looks down at your husband. “This is it…get ready to catch…” He nods in acknowledgement. 

She takes a breath, and with a powerful scream that surely woke the neighbors, she lets out one last powerful push. 

“AHHHHH!!! HERE IT COMES!!!!!” 

You hear her scream, then a loud squelch sound, then the soft cry of  a baby. Your husband smiles widely, tears welling up in his eyes. “It’s a girl…baby we have a daughter!” Suddenly the emotions give way, and your own tears fall in sobs onto her back. He places the baby on your mother’s bare chest, and kisses you.

In the days that follow, your mother becomes a permanent resident of your home. She recovered well, and you and her take turns nursing the newborn. You sit on the edge of her bed and bring her something to eat. “Hey Mom, what was that favor you wanted?” She smiles, “Let me carry the next one.”

[writerawoke]

Writing Prompts

The obsessive sunshine character begins to snap because their love interest keeps manipulating them.

The sunshine character was the villain the whole time.

The 'I'll find you in every lifetime' trope.

Someone who comes from a long line of powerful beings, but they are the last one who remains.

The powerful becomes overruled.

A world where humanity is overruled.

Enemies to lovers to enemies again.

A kingdom that protects the last remaining creature of it's kind.

A story that follows the POV of an imaginary friend who is slowly being forgotten. (Their human is growing up)

A God who created the world watches the world becomes destroyed, but cannot do anything about it. Possibly because they have done wrong and other Gods want to punish them for their wrongs, so their punishment is to watch their creation be destroyed.

A fairy who had been told to stay away from mankind because they are 'dangerous' finally comes into contact with their first human.

The savior becomes the saved.

A bookworm who gets pulled into a book and has to play main character.

Humans are zoo exhibits for aliens.

Someone's voice can heal.

Humans annoy a God so much, that the God begins to involve themselves in their world to cause destruction and chaos.

The hero becomes a villain.

A hero becomes a villain for the villain, but the villain becomes a hero for the hero.

An entity who gets sacrificed curses mankind.

'I'd die for you' and 'I'd kill for you.'

Best friend betrays character.

[marrr444]

Oh no no no no,It's just a bunch of books for you, for me it's my entire personality

[telogreika]

Miku of the remnants of the Slovak branch of the Communist Revolutionary Army, her battle is destined to fail but she is trying

[imlovelace]

[hellomynameisbisexual]

Authentic bisexual stories are long overdue. For too long, the experiences of bisexual individuals have been erased, misunderstood, or reduced to harmful stereotypes. It’s time to change that. Bisexuality isn’t a phase, a stepping stone, or something defined solely by the gender of a partner it’s a valid, vibrant identity with challenges, joys, and triumphs. The world needs stories that reflect this truth, stories that capture the full spectrum of bisexual experiences: love, struggle, identity, and community.

These stories matter deeply. They break down barriers, challenge stigma, and foster understanding. For someone questioning their identity, seeing an authentic reflection of themselves can be life changing. For allies and advocates, these narratives can be powerful tools to build empathy and support. Every story told with care and honesty brings us closer to a world where bisexual voices are heard and valued.

This is a call to action. Writers, creators, and advocates: the time to tell these stories is now. Each story is a step toward visibility and acceptance, a way to celebrate bisexual lives in all their complexity and beauty. The world is ready for these narratives are you ready to share them? Let’s commit to living our truth, one story at a time, and ensure that bisexual experiences are seen, understood, and celebrated. Together, we can create a future where everyone feels recognized and valued.

[bengaly]

Meao-ixuí character doodles! some old, some fresh out of the oven :)

meia-noite's back drawing note is flipped and i didn't notice.. it says "long back mane" Oro and Ka'i travel in the same merchant caravan, sometimes Kinaya tags along. Meia-noite works with ceramics and has a fixed studio location somewhere, rarely travels. Jiji is a nomad hunter, but they're also an excellent artisan with Degrees in beadwork and are able to mimic xoywren carvings. Their travel partner is a xoy and its often jiji who makes the authenthic xoywren crafts both trade. They all have some sorts of relationship with each other, and in general meao are creeped out by Kinaya for acting too human-like, what makes them seem charismatic for non-meao species on the other hand. The tomatoes bit: Meao are almost entirely carnivores, save from the occasional treat to boost their vitamin levels and side dishes. They don't feel sweet flavours well (or at all), but can taste umami and go crazy for things that have a lot of it. high res on patreon Commissions | Patreon | Ko-fi | Other sites

[diushek]

I don't know about you- but I'm writing this SVSSSS wip where, you know, sex ed class where yes, sex can be fun and a medicine for various strange plants and pollen, BUT sex makes babies if you are not responsible to take contraceptives or something like that, so you students are supposed to take care of babies if you accidentally impregnate your classmates!!

(Mu Qingfang has to give these classes year after year. Poor dude.)

So, well, we already know where this is going. Binghe at fifteen, a sweet little lamb, a pretty white lotus, receiving his sex education class and homework: make partners and take care of this spiritual-egg that will be your baby for a short period of time and will teach you responsibility!! The homework ends when the egg hatches into this beautiful spiritual bird that is born in different colors depending on the treatment and energies it felt around its shell!

Shen Qingqiu (we already know, our Shen Yuan transmigrating, just let me clarify) is definitely very, very curious about those little eggs and the little spirit animal inside. Luckily (the protagonist's luck, of course) Luo Binghe's classmates in that year are odd... So he is actually doing that homework with his Shizun!

It's okay, they just have to take care of one egg. Make a warm nest for it, surround it with a comfortable environment, talk to it, share positive emotions and lots of peace.

No, it doesn't seem that difficult. Luo Binghe will do the task, of course, it is his homework left by Mu Qingfang, Shen Qingqiu is just there for a second supervision...

But Mu Qingfang hadn't said that that damn egg moved! Or that it changed color to camouflage themselves and not be found! Or that it needed to be fed with spiritual energy! Or that it cried!! It's a damn egg, why and how is it crying!?