obnxslyth

A promising afternoon, hidden feelings and a declaration. Hanako had no doubt that she was her angel. - Akira/Hanako

AArK

Katawa-Shoujo - Emi x Rin (One-Shot) They deleted my fic, so I'm here re-posting...

Stéphanie Hoshino

Stowe sempre foi o tipo de cidade onde nada realmente acontece...até começar a acontecer vezes demais. Quando jovens garotas começam a aparecer mortas, a detetive Sidney Bennet tenta manter a ordem em meio ao medo crescente e à pressão pública. A chegada de Regan Mancini, um detetive de fora com métodos pouco diplomáticos, desestabiliza não só a investigação, mas tudo o que ela construiu ali. Ele é um corpo estranho: incisivo, impaciente e disposto a atravessar limites que ela aprendeu a respeitar. Entre pistas incompletas, relações cruzadas e silêncios convenientes, a resposta que realmente procuram pode estar no passado que eles insistem em ignorar.

eliomoon

Allan is a boy who, since his mother's death as a child, has created a world where only he lives and makes his own rules, but with graduation approaching and the fear of spending the rest of his life alone, he decides it's time to take a risk and get to know the world you've been avoiding for so long.

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.