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

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]

Bulletbaby

It was an afternoon like any other, Touma on the terrace sleeping, Souya sweeping and Taiki was with Yamato as usual... Touma comes down from the terrace to go home when he sees him talking to a girl... Souya no longer had one. good reputation, what will this lead to? [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.

Apolinne

Jon Snow perambula pelas criptas de Winterfell sempre que Lady Stark se encontra em um humor particular. Entre reis e lordes há muito tempo mortos, encontra um segredo que o faz sonhar com desertos que nunca conheceu e uma porta vermelha que não reconhece. Há uma canção no fundo de sua mente, e uma corrente se estendendo em direções opostas em seu coração. E, no meio disso tudo, há uma voz que lhe sussurra ao ouvido, carregada pelo vento do Norte, que o dragão deve ter três cabeças.

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.