Bulletbaby

Yooo minna here is Tsubaki speaking. I've had nothing to do lately and I called Castiel to open a psych office and... Castiel: Don't tell me everything now, mouth open. Tsubaki: Ah! And even! [FIC CHARTS] Castiel unavailable.

Bulletbaby

"What's going on with my little wolf?" The blonde said in thought, as he said goodbye to the school students, he would pay anything to find out what was going on with the one who was his friend and secretly what had stolen his heart... [Souya x Touma]

Bulletbaby

In the human world, it rained a lot for that time of year. Looking at the rain, there was a blond vampire who was normally cheerful and playful, but since Touma was gone he was worried. Souya wasn't the type to curl up in a corner, but since his friend's disappearance he's been that way. [Souya x Touma]

jonasexistiu

In the vast and indifferent fabric of space-time, where improbability is a constant and logic is rarely invited for tea, there exists the Department of Interdimensional Bureaucracy (DIB). Its purpose? To ensure that reality remains minimally functional or, at least, sufficiently confusing so that no one notices otherwise. But something went wrong. Horribly, catastrophically, fill-out-three-copies-of-reports wrong. Immanuel Breckford, a man whose greatest achievement until then was remembering where he left his keys, unexpectedly finds himself involved in one of the DIB's most catastrophic failures. Upon receiving a Temporary Ontological Adjustment Request Form 42/B, his existence is recalculated. To correct this cosmic blunder, the DIB sends Artemis Xyllan-7, Senior Auditor and specialist in metaphysical disasters. Armed with an expired stopwatch, a pen that alters probabilities, and the patience of a black hole, she has little time (and even less desire) to fix the problem before the universe decides to file Immanuel away permanently.

Liky Wolf

In Hawkins, things rarely disappear for good; they change shape, location, or name and keep circulating under the guise of normality. In the summer of 1985, the town is still awash in color, music, and activity, while small inconsistencies remain scattered among ordinary events, unfinished stories, and coincidences that seem to linger longer than they should. For someone who came here hoping to find nothing but distance, the place begins to take on a strangeness that is difficult to pin down, as if something were always slightly out of place, too close to ignore and too obscure to name.

Diana Pink BlueNew Author

Esta é uma história contada em 31 cartas, todas escritas na época natalina, sobre viajar num comboio muito especial, onde a magia acontece realmente. HISTÓRIA PARA ADOLESCENTES E GRAÚDOS