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snopes_feedsnopes_feedsnopes_feedgriddlehark_ao3_feedby MortonMurphy
Everything Harrowhark hates is here: there is nothing remotely fun in being trapped in a fast-moving machine, nothing appealing about people screaming at her to buy sugary pastries shaped like skulls. The smell of the place alone, saccharine and vaguely chemical, makes her ill. Everyone wears hideous, bright clothes and brighter, cloying smiles.
A jostle of the shoulder pushes her forward from where she stands, in a massive throng of people waiting for their turn in what’s labeled as the Lyctoral Loop. It is a long, spiraling track, with little, black carts that zoom along it, two to a cart. The line for this ride is long, stretching far behind Harrowhark to the point where she can’t see where the line ends. The line is bordered by deep red velvet rope, and flashing signs that read Ride the Lyctoral Loop! And A Ride So Good You’ll Never Want To Get Off!
OR, Yet another snapshot of an alternate universe conjured by Harrowhark Nonagesimus.
Words: 2370, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
lockedtomb_ao3_feedby MortonMurphy
Everything Harrowhark hates is here: there is nothing remotely fun in being trapped in a fast-moving machine, nothing appealing about people screaming at her to buy sugary pastries shaped like skulls. The smell of the place alone, saccharine and vaguely chemical, makes her ill. Everyone wears hideous, bright clothes and brighter, cloying smiles.
A jostle of the shoulder pushes her forward from where she stands, in a massive throng of people waiting for their turn in what’s labeled as the Lyctoral Loop. It is a long, spiraling track, with little, black carts that zoom along it, two to a cart. The line for this ride is long, stretching far behind Harrowhark to the point where she can’t see where the line ends. The line is bordered by deep red velvet rope, and flashing signs that read Ride the Lyctoral Loop! And A Ride So Good You’ll Never Want To Get Off!
OR, Yet another snapshot of an alternate universe conjured by Harrowhark Nonagesimus.
Words: 2370, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
snopes_feedsnopes_feedlockedtomb_ao3_feedGideon Nav wanted rugby, hot college babes, and maybe a degree. So she applies to Canaan University for a rugby scholarship, fully expecting to coast through college on muscle and vibes. Instead, she gets sorted into the mysterious, and notoriously weird, Ninth House. College was supposed to be simple. The Ninth, and its angry house prefect, has other plans for her.
Words: 847, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
snopes_feedgriddlehark_ao3_feedGideon Nav wanted rugby, hot college babes, and maybe a degree. So she applies to Canaan University for a rugby scholarship, fully expecting to coast through college on muscle and vibes. Instead, she gets sorted into the mysterious, and notoriously weird, Ninth House. College was supposed to be simple. The Ninth, and its angry house prefect, has other plans for her.
Words: 847, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
snopes_feedsnopes_feedsnopes_feedsnopes_feedsnopes_feedsnopes_feedlockedtomb_ao3_feedby icarus_fell
Camilla Hect knew three things to be true about the Master Warden of the House of the Sixth with absolute certainty. Number one: he never forgot a damn thing in his life. Number two: he, quite often frustratingly, had the unnatural ability to be almost immediately amazing at most things he turned his hand to. And number three: once he put his mind to something, he was incapable of stopping until he saw it to completion.
All of this to say that, as soon as Palamedes Sextus worked out what made his cavalier primary tick, he honed in on the theorem, and applied it liberally.
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In which Sex Pal makes good on his nickname.
Words: 3177, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
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