- Disclaimer: Shaun's lost his underwear.
- Oh, and this chapter contains character death! JSYK!
- This is just a little fic that I wrote when I was bored for a couple of days. It are 8 pretty short chapters.
- POV: Brendons, its a letter
- A/N: It's like 1:13 am over here as I am posting dis. its quite amazing. and thrilling in a insomniacal way. anyways. enjoy. ps, it turns out that one of the communities I was posting chapter six to didn't accept it so it didn't show up. bummer indeed, so hopefully it'll show up with seven. if not, they can kiss my white ass =D
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- 1: Stores with rancid vibes
- 2: Or as much dignity as you can with a walrus mustache
- 3: Clearly I should only do Stuff to the fire while wearing leather gloves with long gauntlet cuffs
- 4: Talking about the weather...
- 5: I've read 61 detective novels this year so far. Lol.
- 6: Specifications of a Locked Room
- 7: A fascinating 1920s portrait of a seedy London nightclub
- 8: The thing about the adaptational changes made to The Seven Dials Mystery
- 9: at present you are a nuisance to your friends and a disgrace to your country's legislature
- 10: Lemony desserts lemonier?
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