blacksnow

Licorice was corrupted, the treatments that his father's servant had corrupted him, his innocence had been stolen, all the good things inside him being stolen little by little, leaving only his regrets behind, he kept on going, but only wrong and he was losing those pure parts of him, now he had nothing left, neither pure nor white, he was painted black all over his body, because that was the proof that he was totally corrupted. Sillhoute was completely pure, her family and people didn't let anything bad happen to her, she was the personification of white, kind, gentle and also smart, she was loved by everyone and she loved everyone too, but very few know that she actually feels lonely, that the personification of white knows that by being different, she couldn't be like everyone else, so she has no friends and prefers to see the inhabitants of Gray Garden as a people that she must take care. The two are so different, one corrupted and black, the other pure and white, no one could say they could blend in. But what no one knows, is that the two are friends and will prove that black and white can mix, thus creating the most beautiful shade of gray.

I promise it will be a long-fic.

don't have vsf

Big Dreamer

Finn was arriving from his adventure, when suddenly, a portal opens, he enters, and soon finds himself with Fionna.

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.

Lêh Duarte

Entre encontros inesperados, lembranças que insistem em voltar e caminhos que parecem se cruzar por acaso, uma velha conhecida tem a tarefa de narrar aquilo que acontece entre as linhas. Mas nem toda história nasce com um destino definido. Às vezes, algumas pessoas chegam para ficar. Outras, apenas para ensinar alguma coisa antes de partir. Há encontros que parecem coincidência, sentimentos que surgem sem aviso e escolhas que podem mudar completamente o rumo de uma vida. E, enquanto as páginas avançam, uma pergunta permanece: será que somos nós que escolhemos nossos caminhos... ou alguns deles já estavam destinados a nos encontrar? Entre acasos, encontros e destinos, talvez a verdadeira história esteja justamente naquilo que nenhuma das três ainda sabe como terminar.