This was not as depressing as I wanted it to be or quite what I imagined it would be in the first place, but eh. This is an Assassin's Creed AU iAnti-related fic type thing.

( Okay go. )

This is just killing me right now, seriously. I thought of it, and it got written. Brb still dying.
( In which Henrik is very, very drunk and moves in with Monochrome.)
Warnings: I can't write Mono, but this was fun anyway ='D

( Herp Derp )

( Drabble [ Horatio ] )

Some stuff of Bartholomew, some thing of Horatio, just doodles and exercises.

( Arts here )

Jem blahhh this turned out way longer than I intended.

( I had searched high and low... )

Ride the apocalypse
Coming through the city side
Fallen angel no need to hide
All bodies collide and fate decides
Where vengance hits
Where our love will fit

The moment I died, I saw everything just as the stories told it. My life. Merriwhether, my birds, my Hotel, my parents, my brother... what he said to me the last time I saw him, before he died. ( Read more... )

( If Looks Could Kill )

Profile for this new human Mewtwo character thing I'm gonna rp with PD yeahhhhh. Might be added onto or changed I dunno.

( Bartholomew II )

Conclusion of the first part, starts up right where the first part left off. Also unedited.

( Part II )

This involves Jem, an unconscious Chiffon, and Raifel being pretty cool. Told from Dawson's point of view. As of right now, unedited and unfinished.

( June 18, 1887 )