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His Dark Materials fan week 2022 | day 5 | a favourite headcanon | lesbian Mary Malone

#his dark materials #hdm #mary malone #hdmfanweek #myhdm #simone kirby #what else was i going to post. who else was i going to post. #anyway no pressure show but don't let this stay just a headcanon #also if you want a phone background version of this let me know i have the slightly taller pictures still saved

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Ball pit room... dreams do come true! 🙌🎉💕 (at Color Factory) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoLE-MyHDM-/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=xp0xtu2qneln

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when lorne balfe's bangers start dropping on spotify and you know the time is nigh

#hdm #his dark materials #myhdm

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tell me about aroace marisa coulter

OKAY SO. apologies for structuring this poorly I'm racing my laptop battery at 2am.

first up a lantern slide from Philman himself:

"Mrs. Coulter selected her lovers for their power and influence, but it did no harm if they were good-looking. Did she ever become fond of a lover? Not once. She could not keep her servants, either."

and okay sure he probably means it as She's Just A Bitch but I'm doing what I want here so here we go

I think that lantern slide lends itself more to aro Marisa than it does ace Marisa but I find the idea so interesting of her not experiencing any sort of attraction, and so by the time she's in love with Asriel, it's too late, and she didn't see it coming. and if she never experienced romantic attraction and never expected to be in love, it makes it easier to marry for prestige and power, and worse when she does fall in love with Asriel. and they fell in love as soon as they met, this was fast.

(and, too, Asriel was a lord with lands and money. had they met before she met Edward, they might have been able to make something work, and a whole lot of scandal could have been avoided.)

so in terms of romance, it was never a factor until it was too late.

and sex? it's a tool. she knows full well how powerful of a tool it is. there's less lending itself to this argument but it's fun. she does not object to using sex, it'll do no harm if she enjoys it, but that's secondary to what this can do for her. and that's obviously something that a character does not need to be asexual to do. I just think it's fun if she is.

because asexuality and aromanticism are both a lack of attraction, not a lack of feeling it entirely, it does not rule out the plots as presented, but I think that if her feelings for Asriel are something unexpected because she hasn't felt any of that before and didn't expect that she would, it makes sense to me. and I just think aro and ace and aroace headcanons are neat.

#hdm #his dark materials #myhdm #marisa coulter #mrs coulter #luminous-faerie #ask box #i could probably have articulated this better at a less late hour but too late now i got thinking

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spotify meme. masriel song 42!

song 42: The Hailene - Lorne Balfe (Wheel of Time season 2, volume 1)

Edward Coulter has little patience for being made a fool. His wife - oh, his wife, sweet and demure as long as you don’t look at her for more than a breath - he should have expected this of her, and yet, he did not expect it so soon, dust yet to settle on marital gifts before whispers of her ways began. He thinks he knows the man, the snow leopard by his side, but there’s nothing, no proof of it. Not that he has seen the man in weeks. Not that he would, housebound as he is, with a mourning wife and an empty nursery. But proof is worth seeking to a man who wishes to play the fool no longer.

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#this music is too foreboding not to do this to #hdm #his dark materials #asriel x marisa #edward coulter #masriel #myhdm #myfic #ask meme

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masriel 69 for the ficlet meme 💕

song 69: Жальменіна (Zhalmenina) - Go_A

It is rare that Marisa can escape to Asriel’s estates, but not entirely impossible, as long as she is careful, as long as she is quick. It is almost a routine that they have, wherever they meet. Late nights and early mornings, separate doors and drivers paid extra to not listen closely to the lies they are told. Spring comes, and their time together is forced shorter by the sun; they flourish in winter, when darkness gives cover to their indiscretions. She does not leave a trace. She never does. Just the scent of perfume that dissipates with an opened window, and footsteps in the grass that fade in the breeze.

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#i'd never looked up the meaning of this song til tonight and let me tell you making that work is a fucking FEAT #yes the perfect masriel song it's about [checks translation] reaping green rye #so this is a stretch but it had to be!!! #hdm #his dark materials #asriel x marisa #masriel #myhdm #myfic #lordeasriel #ask meme

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I came to believe that good and evil are names for what people do, not for what they are.

His Dark Materials fan week 2022 | day 1 | a favourite character | Mary Malone

#his dark materials #hdm #hdmfanweek #mary malone #myhdm #the hand focus will probably give away what my favourite headcanon's gonna be lmao

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"to build a home" (mary malone)

ficlet challenge, day one: details and/or scene in character’s own house (the decor speaks the loudest)

There is a gap on Mary’s nightstand, that could easily be awaiting a cup of tea, a cheap paperback from the charity shop around the corner; there was a Bible there, until two days ago, half a century of hands having softened the leather of its cover, but that Bible rests in the back of a cupboard now, waiting to be forgotten.

There is a jewellery box, a carved wooden box from her grandmother, filled with oddments rarely worn; there is a cross that once rested in there, now consigned to an underwater grave, irrevocably lost like the faith it once represented.

The same clothes hang in the closet – plain cuts, sombre colours, nothing truly amiss for an academic, but they are suddenly more constricting than they once were; a condemnation, not a symbol of dedication.

But it is the same mugs in the cupboard, the same tea by the kettle, the same home that she left a week ago.

It is the same as it was, unless you know what you are looking for, and although she sees the gaps, she feels that there is nothing missing within her. Something that was once core to her was as easily shed as the skin of a snake, as though it was always destined to be lost to her.

And time goes on.

The same nightstand, with an ever-rotating pile of books, a journal that she only keeps up for two months at a time, the light falling on it on a spring sunrise in the way it always did. There was barely a gap to be filled, only a habit to be broken.

(The Bible still rests where she first hid it out of sight. She cannot bear to be rid of it – it is no longer who she is, but it is still who she was, and even if nothing within it rings true to her any more, there’s a part of her that feels like she can’t part with it, not yet.)

The same jewellery box, the oddments inside it worn a little more often, joined by a few others picked up from Sunday markets, from boutique shops abroad. Her grandfather had always called her a little magpie, and she feels more like it now, as though there were tendencies she had spent years suppressing without ever quite realising. Her closet is the same – a few things shed, others picked up piece by piece over the years.

(The cross is still in its grave of sand and salt water, on a beach she hasn’t seen since that week. Two nights after that night, she’d stood in that same sand, and kissed a woman with dark eyes and a bright smile, and that seemed far more important, anyway.)

Light glints across the cupboard, the kettle, the collection of tea; the light is splintered shards of rainbow, caught in a stained glass windchime, picked up somewhere she can’t even recall. Light fills her home, as it always did, as it always will.

It is the same home, changing around her as everything changes within her, a sanctuary against the world. Mary cannot know, must not know, will not know, what is to change yet, until it is time for her to change with it.

[author's note: this could theoretically be a lantern slide to dust, dust, for all the days of your life, and is written in the same canon as it.]

#hdm #his dark materials #myhdm #mary malone #myfic #i have MISSED WRITING and i am very much looking forward to this week of ficlets #now i just need to. keep writing them skdjskdj

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and lyra x will, return ❤️

It is not that she longed for death - Lyra has wanted nothing less, has learned again to seize life, to embrace the goodness and kindness and liveliness in the world, but she has always known, for what feels like her whole life even though she remembers discovering it, that death is not the end of everything, and that there will be wonder once again before the relief of oblivion.

But it must come, and come it does, Pan curled against her breath as they breathe their last; he is atoms once more, and those atoms will wait for her, but those atoms will seek others, too, as Lyra seeks another once more.

There is a lifetime of stories to tell, once two long-sundered souls find each other in a land in which they are the only two to set foot twice, and those stories are told once more before they rejoin the universe through a gap between worlds hewn when they were little more than children.

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#166 words and i made myself sad #his dark materials #hdm #myhdm #lyra x will #broomsticks #ask meme

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His Dark Materials fan week 2022 | day 2 | a favourite moment in The Amber Spyglass | the abyss

#hdm #hdmfanweek #his dark materials #hdm book spoilers #myhdm #i love pain :)

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dust, dust, for all the days of your life

16k words, 2 chapters, complete.

Mary Malone is seven, and suddenly, she knows who she wants to be. Mary Malone is nine, and she knows what she wants to do. This does not last. (Or, what happens before, to ensure what must one day happen.)

In which Mary Malone falls in love with a woman, and falls away from the church, among other things.

(I did not abandon this fic, it just needed to simmer.)

(read on AO3)

#his dark materials #hdm #myhdm #mary malone #this is a fic that i have been chewing on for TWO YEARS #and it is so... odd for it to be done? #good odd #lesbian mary malone truthers this one's for you

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Edward Coulter

He knows he is quick to anger, he knows it; he has been since he was young, and he never sees fit to try to control it until the moment has long since passed - but is that not, after all, the nature of anger?

But it is surely justifiable, is it not, when a man's wife is led astray, violated; it is surely justifiable, to seek - not mere vengeance, but retribution, when the bastard swans around, his crimes unacknowledged, his harm left to fester, it cannot be anything besides his right, can it?

It cannot be anything but the callousness of existence when the feckless bastard strikes you down instead, can it?

#oh look only 112 words. so short #i love putting edward coulter in a jar and then shaking it before dropping it off a balcony #hdm #his dark materials #myhdm #ask meme #queenofnabooty

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fuck it. grittàgazze time

#z this is your crime as much as mine #but i feel it is my duty to foist this on as many people as possible #hdm #myhdm #why i want to see that mixed in with my actual genuine edits is beyond me but anyway

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lantern slides: in the silence

(His Dark Materials, a series of related Marisa/Asriel one-shots)

A silent meeting between two people who no longer care if they are seen alone together.

Or, Asriel, and Marisa, and a photogram.

(read on ao3)

(read from beginning)

#his dark materials #hdm #myhdm #asriel x marisa #masriel #they're book spoilers and book canon but each chapter has its individual spoilers noted #in hindsight. i may have published these as separate fics in a collection. but too late now

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Stelmaria & Marisa - whispers

Her head is nestled against the snow leopard’s stomach, both of them enveloped in the heat of the fire, no sounds but the crackle of flames and the distant, soft scratch of her lover’s pen against paper.

“You could just go to bed,” the snow leopard murmurs, her voice soft enough that only Marisa can make out the words, though it’s enough to shake her from the half-drowse she hadn’t noticed herself falling into.

Marisa says nothing; she’d rather wait for Asriel, and fall asleep in his embrace.

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#if you thought i was finished you would be SO WRONG #88 words and i'm still enjoying this meme SO MUCH #hdm #his dark materials #myhdm #asriel x marisa #ask meme #little-tayy

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Asriel & The Golden Monkey - insecurity 👀 (3 sentence Fic )

There is something almost disturbing, he thinks, about the way Marisa resists herself, the way she would swear up and down that she is wholly honest in these stolen moments, these stolen nights, even when he knows full well that she is still desperately hiding a part of herself, a part of herself that she cannot live with.

And she is more herself in those stolen moments, on those stolen nights, when it is just two intertwined as one, two who should have never been, two who can no longer live without each other but who should never have tried it at all; in hiding that most honest part of herself, as she hides in what is stolen, she is just living another lie.

He watches her - limbs interwoven with the man, with his snow leopard - and the monkey cannot help but long for a version of Marisa that can be wholly herself, with him.

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#i'm sorry this is a bit left of the prompt but the idea bit me and wouldn't let go okay #155 words of 'okay i have a gimmick that may or may not work' #hdm #his dark materials #myhdm #asriel x marisa #little-tayy #ask meme