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Harrietta Goodsir is an anatomist. It is only natural for her to take interest in the human body. It is, after all, a marvellous thing, the body– not just a mass of flesh and bone, but a creation of divine artistry, a miracle of science.
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Goodsir treats sex like a science experimentSeries
- Part 2 of ⚓ Sapphic Terror Smut
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20 Sep 2025
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“You will lack drive and purpose, if you are not careful. Unmoving and unable to formulate thought. At least, that is the fate of the soul-shriven of Coldharbour. I can restore to you your rightful soul, if you’re willing to help me.”
“Is this a trick?”
“Perhaps. I am the Prince of Lies, after all.”
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08 Sep 2025
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Jonathan observes a pair of Priwen scouts dither outside Nurse Crane's Dispensary because one of them needs medical attention in a delicate place.
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27 Aug 2025
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Mary was waiting anxiously for her brother's return. When he is late she can't help but to go looking for him, only to find his corpse lying in the middle of a Southwark street. She is torn between believing the entire thing to be a nightmare and mourning her lost brother.
So when Jonathan shows up at Reid Manor mere hours after he has been buried, she doesn't know what to think. She watched them bury her brother, she attended his funeral. She knows he's dead, even if a part of her didn't want to believe that. No one wants to believe that they have lost a loved one, there is always a vain hope that they live on somehow.
Clarence Crossley's warnings come to mind and suddenly, the Spanish Influenza doesn't appear to be the scariest thing claiming people on London's streets.
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23 Aug 2025
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“So, you’re telling me, that a man with a ‘snow-white beard and a red suit’ ambushed you while you were doing your rounds in Whitechapel?” McCullum asked dubiously.
“Correct,” Jonathan said, looking considerably more put together, although more pale than usual.
“And you believe this man to be Santa Claus.”
“The flying sleigh pulled by reindeer was rather convincing,” he muttered.Santa Claus: Vampire Hunter (coming to an AO3 fic near you!)
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- Part 3 of Holly Jolly Festive Fics
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22 Aug 2025