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tragicotps · 1 year
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three-atoms · 11 months
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Asriel, Marisa and Lyra Parallels in HDM S1E8: Betrayal
Both Asriel and Marisa were prepared to kill that night. Only one of them went through with it.
Lyra and Marisa are both surprised and uncertain when they find out what Asriel is planning to do, and neither of them wants to be involved. Asriel is disappointed - for a moment - because the only two people he might actually care about aren't impressed by or approving of his grand plan.
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freuleinanna · 1 year
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three-sentence fics: the jump-scare return!
Request from AO3: Masriel (specifically Asriel) + grieving over Lyra when they think she's dead
I bet you thought you'd seen the last of those! I have a totally lovely req sitting in my asks here and I'm waiting to be alive enough to write something sweet, but in the meantime why not have some drama :)
His body is blood, muscles, and bones unromanticized, so he should be escaped completely by the poetry of Marisa being the one to deliver the news, first of life, thirteen years ago, and now of death; he should be, but he isn't.
Lyra is dead; Lyra is dead,
though how she could be is beyond his comprehension, for grief comes difficult to those who resist, and Asriel does: he is working (a girl on the roof), planning (his own eyes looking up at him), warring ('Uncle?') and scheming (snow-kissed and admiring, so proud, so proud of him) – and keeps staring at a child's face on every page of his journals until formulas blur and cry.
'I don't know what to do,' he finally admits, dry-eyed and crushed to the bone, muscle, and his last drop of blood, because admitting it to Marisa somehow feels less terrifying than to himself alone, but he actually means Are we even parents still, when our child is dead?; and she just says 'You do what you intended to', in a voice cracked with echoes of what could have been, when she actually means, Of course we are; of course we are.
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fanaticforlife · 1 month
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Lord Asriel - Father
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"I’ve never called myself a father."
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innoctemastra · 1 year
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Season 3 has been a wild ride so far and we are all just holding on for dear life. 
His dark materials - my gifs + text posts 
@arduennas @casualavocados @luminous-faerie @mxrisacoulter 
@alrightsnaps @nonasbirthday
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oceanssapart · 1 year
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I've given the girl nothing. But at the very least, I could buy her time.
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thesunsetsea · 1 year
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It was such an unexpected remark that he blinked. His dæmon uttered the softest possible growl at the back of her throat. He said nothing.
Midnight, The Amber Spyglass
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His Dark Materials said "Love is stored in the forehead touch"
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challengerblue · 1 year
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Are you crying? It's unnecessary.
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Will Parry being 100% done with his in-laws.
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universetopieces · 1 year
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My father did not exactly resent my presence, but he didn’t urge me to stay. We had been silent conspirators all our lives, and now that the need for silence was removed, we couldn’t think of anything to say to each other.
Lady Oracle, Margaret Atwood
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tragicotps · 6 months
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same energy
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three-atoms · 1 year
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"Roger Parslow, I am very pleased you came."
Asriel: "Do you know who your mother is?" // Lyra: "Your choice in women is almost as bad as your choice in bears."
Asriel: “What is the most important question we can ask?” // Lyra: “Where Dust comes from.” // Asriel: "There you are.”
Roger: “Lord Asriel, please!” // “I’m sorry this is happening to you, but in war there are casualties. And believe me when I tell you that this is a war, one that will free humanity forever!”
“I am pleased that you came, Marisa, to see what I have done.”
“The Magisterium have no power anymore, not once the world sees the possibility of all this. It is the end of the Magisterium. After hundreds of years. No more oppression. No more abuse. No more darkness or suppression of knowledge.”
Asriel smiling in HDM Season 1 (2/2)
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freuleinanna · 1 year
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Asriel x Lyra via Chapter 4 of Trials (and errors) fic because I'm having feelings now 💛
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Mercury. Lead. Cadmium. Aluminium. Any type of hazardous metals, Asriel is used to handling in his laboratory with according tools and protection, but when a tiny bundle nestles on the crook of his arm, he suddenly feels stupefied. What to do. How to hold it. How, for heaven’s sake, to not harm it?
Afraid of breathing the wrong way, he walks to the stairs. Thinks. Properly, carefully. Then sits on the lower steps, all the way making sure not to press the baby too hard, not to bump the head, not to… a billion other not-tos.
The tiniest face he’s ever seen wrinkles in sleep, and Asriel understands why it’s called ‘falling in love’. It is a fall. His heart plunges down toward something so entirely new, it’s torturing, yet rewarding at the same time. He felt it with Marisa but this, this is different. He stares at his daughter’s face with awe written all over his.
‘Won’t you introduce us?’ He’s oblivious to his own daemon approaching. Stelmaria rubs at his shoulder, her impressive might turned delicate, affectionate. Amber eyes find the baby. She gives the blanket a couple of sniffs and grumbles with content, tail slowly passing from side to side. Asriel feels holy.
‘Stelmaria, this is Lyra,’ he whispers proudly, stunned at the sheer strangeness of the words he never thought he’d use in a combination until he does. ‘My child.’
And then again, ‘My child.’ Like he’s perpetually amused by it. His chest shakes with a stifled laughter of joy.
The baby’s eyes aren’t fully closed, so he thinks he might need to ask Ma Costa if that’s alright. She’ll know. Still, the child appears happy in her slumber. His child, sleeping in his arms. Under her eyelids, a shard of blue. Gyptians say, everybody’s born with blue eyes, sky eyes, and only when spirits finish weaving the threads of one’s life here on earth, do they acquire their true color. What a bunch of nonsense. His child, Asriel knows, will have the bluest eyes forever, even when she’s all grown up. Because she’s theirs, Marisa’s and his.
A little mousy thing climbs from under the fold, yawning and squealing. Perhaps, it’s too hot there. The tiny daemon doesn’t even fully wake, slumping right back on his daughter’s chest and dreaming their little dreams.
‘Won’t you introduce us?’ Asriel turns to Stelmaria, echoing the question. The leopard comes to lick the mouse, her tongue as long as his whole body. A kiss of love, though she’s careful enough not to touch the baby. Small paws catch at the fur on her chin. She licks the daemon again, unmistakably pleased.
‘Feisty,’ she says with quiet fondness before resting a head on her human’s shoulder. ‘Asriel, this is Pantalaimon.’
‘Pantalaimon,’ the name settles over the little thing. Both little things. ‘Lyra and Pantalaimon.’
He sighs, content, amused. In love.
‘My child. My child.’
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fanaticforlife · 1 year
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his dark materials | breath of life
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We get to see this chaotic family back on screen tomorrow!!! Love this edit @oceanssapart <3
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innoctemastra · 1 year
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Good lord it’s over -- I am destroyed so here are some more text post + mygifs (to take away the pain) + one at the end that just made me cackle. 
final thoughts, this show is underrated, Marisa arrhhh ruth wilson still has me in a choke hold, i loved it with my whole heart. 
Text posts from the following <3
@ta0xu @nerdyfangirl23
@languesbians @shivspinky @lyraasskywalker @rubivana @everyatomofmeandyou @mxrisabelaxqua @sybilius
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