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.

canecaroxa

Algumas músicas não foram feitas apenas para serem ouvidas, foram feitas para traduzir o que Bakugou e Midoriya nunca disseram em voz alta. Esta é uma coleção de one-shots independentes, onde cada capítulo ganha vida através de uma melodia diferente. Histórias sem conexão entre si, mas unidas pela mesma intensidade e ruído que só eles possuem.

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Aos dezessete anos, ela já conhecia Hogwarts bem demais. Conhecia os corredores, as escadas que mudavam de lugar, os professores, os boatos e os nomes que pareciam estar sempre no centro de tudo. Harry Potter. Draco Malfoy. Hermione Granger. Ronald Weasley. Pessoas cujas escolhas viravam histórias, conflitos e rumores antes mesmo do fim do dia. Ela também estava lá. Às vezes, na mesa ao lado. No fundo de uma sala de aula. Cruzando um corredor enquanto alguma coisa importante acontecia. Fazendo parte de conversas que nunca seriam lembradas e de momentos que pertenciam, aparentemente, à história de outras pessoas. Era fácil ser figurante quando todos ao redor pareciam ter papéis tão bem definidos. Até deixar de ser. Talvez seu nome nunca tenha sido aquele que todos repetiam pelos corredores. Mas esta não é a história deles. Esta é a história da bruxa que sempre esteve no fundo da cena, até perceber que nunca precisou de um roteiro para se tornar protagonista. Esta é a história de Sarah Griller.

canecaroxa

> FANFIC TEMPORARILY STOPPED <31st of July, and Harry decided to celebrate his birthday at the famous nightclub "La Passion" with his friends. He didn't expect that night could affect him so much. "- You're to be congratulated.. - One of the bartenders said to Harry. - What? - said the brunette, turning around, to find the owner of that voice. despite being thick and sexy, it belonged to an angel: a tall, blond man with beautiful blue eyes. "Isn't it your birthday today? I said congratulations." giving a sideways smile, a smile that seemed to light up the room more than any light inside." Fanfic published on Spirit and Wattpad | Plagiarism is a crime | Cover: fanart by @upthehillart (tblr)

canecaroxa

They didn't know that the big change in their lives would be across the street. Fanfic published on Spirit and Wattpad | Plagiarism is a crime | Cover: fanart by @upthehillart (tblr)

canecaroxa

"It was just another normal day at Hogwarts. Two boys sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, talking. "Sirius, by Merlin, why don't you just tell him everything?" James asked, as he couldn't bear to see it. his friend freaking out about that." Black replied something, but as he had his head down, his voice was muffled and Potter couldn't understand a thing. "Sirius, I'm a wizard, but I don't know occlumency yet, so get your face off this table so I can hear you!" Fanfic published on Spirit and Wattpad | Plagiarism is a crime | Cover: fanart by @alessia.trunfio (ig)