The long neck was like a magnet. When bare and exposed it was commanding and shouting. I was not allowed to move further without giving it enough attention and touch. I had to touch it delicately with my lips, to leave a moist trail. I had to repeat the actions until the whole surface was covered in goosebumps. Only then I could move down the twisting image.

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

⚠️ ATUALIZAÇÃO DIÁRIA! (Exceto nos finais de semana) ⚠️ "Você poderia não ser tão perfeito." Ele digita, tremendo. "Ha! Eu sou tão imaturo e mimado, e você dificulta quando me acostuma mal com seus atos de carinho." Pequenas lágrimas ácidas começam a germinar dos olhos de Matvey. "Você provavelmente irá deleitar-se com o perfume agridoce da sua flor de urze, espero que você aproveite. Eu te amo, meu belo amor longínquo."

No Brasil do século XIX, em um período onde o amor entre homens é considerado um crime impensável, Joaquim, um escritor apaixonado, viveu sua relação secreta com Miguel, um homem livre, em um contexto de repressão e medo. À medida que Joaquim envelhece e o Alzheimer começa a apagar suas lembranças, ele tenta finalizar um poema que dedicou a Miguel, um símbolo de seu amor proibido, enquanto seus filhos, desconfiados da intensidade de sua relação com o amigo, tentam protegê-lo da dor de perder a memória. Entre palavras esquecidas e sentimentos silenciados pela sociedade, Joaquim e Miguel continuam a lutar por um amor que nunca pôde ser mostrado ao mundo. Mas, ao final, será o amor deles suficiente para resistir ao tempo e ao esquecimento, ou será a memória de uma vida inteira apagada sem deixar vestígios?

Jeongguk, um anjo preso neste mundo por tempo indeterminado, é obrigado a conviver com os humanos até que possa recuperar suas asas. Assim, conhece Taehyung, um tatuador encrenqueiro com bonitas gravuras espalhadas pelo corpo e uma habilidade especial em se envolver com as pessoas erradas. Mas, quando Taehyung reza, Jeongguk é o único a ouvir. [ taekook | anjo!au | tatuador!tae | anjocaído!guk ] arte da capa © TAECOSMIC 2023

Inseparable childhood friends Midoriya and Bakugou always dreamed of together becoming Music Stars just like their favorite Rock Star All Might! Sadly, life had other plans for Midoriya and they drifted apart before high school. Bakugou attended the famous UA school and became a Rock star known as Dynamight! While Deku kept being just a normal unknown person. Still, Deku was Dynamight's number-one fan! He goes to all concerts but never tries to talk to his old friend for fear Kacchan won't remember him... However, during a show one night, Bakugou locks eyes with Deku in the crowd. Dynamight's voice gains a previously unheard passion and he does not break eye contact with Deku. Maybe, just maybe, does his dear Kacchan still remember him after all those years...? Concept and art by: iara.png, Written by: Lucian Gallacane. Notes: Fanfic from the OG TikTok video made by iara.png (me), all the art here will be made for this fanfic as we go. All characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi and Funimation. Neither of us has written Fanfic before, but I hope you enjoy it! Ships you may find here: BakuDeku (main one), TodoDeku , BakugouXUraraka, UrarakaXToga, TodorokiXSero, KaminariXJirou, MinaXKirishima, RodyXDeku

Carta Aberta . Mares Profundos é uma história de romance/fantasia baseada em jogos de RPG de mesa como Dungeons and Dragons e Vampira à Máscara que contará com 03 edições. Todo o desenrolar do livro foi planejado para ter cenários e batalhas decididos com rolar de dados reais, sem prescrever ou prever o que acontecerá, deixando os próprios personagens decidirem o desfecho do final, sendo satisfatórios ou não. Jack e Décio são personagens de D&D, criados por pessoas diferentes a quem escreve esse conto. Assim como os outros npcs retirados das regras do Livro do Jogador, mas seguindo as próprias diretrizes do seu universo, trazendo originalidade, revolta, indignação e admiração. Não se prenda às normas, aqui tudo pode acontecer. Um mundo completamente inexplorado, uma história criada para ser dinâmica sempre optando pela liberdade de escolha, pelas decisões certas e erradas. Adentrando no reino mágico das raças e das feitiçarias, onde você pode viver aventuras, romances e traições. Ademais, Divirtam-se. Calie P. V. . ATENÇÃO: Esse livro é indicado para maiores de 16 anos por conter cenas de violência sexual.

O mundo está acabando. Isso é um fato. 2020 foi somente uma pequena degustação do que estava por vir. Então em 2024, a ruína finalmente acometeu a humanidade. No meio do caos, os governos mundiais se reuniram e tomaram uma decisão, uma maneira de controlar e fazer experimentos em pessoas capacitadas. 15 pessoas foram escolhidas por suas habilidades e histórias, e agora eles teram que conviver, sobreviver e se adaptar a essa nova realidade. Arte da capa: @Marsylli no twitter

Draco has woken up in an alternate universe. Or he has woken up utterly insane. Nothing else can possibly explain why Harry Potter suddenly seems to think he's Draco's boyfriend. *** "Potter leaned in, his face so close Draco could feel the warmth of his skin. "There's nothing you can't tell me," he whispered, his expression soft, his voice intimate, wrapping around Draco like a warm, alluring spell, urging him to give in, to let Potter pull him close so that he could bask in the protection he offered. For a wild, wonderful second it seemed like Draco could really just tell him. Tell him something was wrong, and it wasn't Draco's fault, and maybe Potter would believe him, promise him it was okay, and they'd sort it out without murders or Azkaban. "It's okay," Potter said as though he had read Draco's mind. As though something compelled him to say whatever Draco wanted him to say. "Just tell me, and we'll deal with it." This was too cruel. It wasn't just a random kiss in a cupboard that only served to remind Draco of what he could never have. This was really much worse. This was Potter behaving in a way that Draco rarely dared even to imagine. He'd only resort to it when his need was dire. When his nightmares were too vivid, and the images refused to vanish even after Draco woke up and opened his eyes. In those moments, his mind trusted only Potter. He was the only one who could convince Draco that it was all right, that he was safe now, that the Dark Lord wasn't coming back. Only Potter could save him from nightmares the way he had saved him from flames. Their foreheads were touching. Potter's skin was warm, the scent of his shampoo too delicious for Draco not to breathe it in. Whichever spell Potter was under, it was definitely contagious. Or Draco really was having a nervous breakdown."

As Draco and Harry return to Hogwarts after the war, both have an urge to protect the other no matter how broken they are on the inside. - The characters belong to JK Rowling - I do not own any fanart, if you come across any of your work then message me and I will give you credit - If you do not agree with Drarry, don't read because I will not welcome any hate comments