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[   you can scarcely tell the difference …   ] :         #RETROGRESSED,    an extremely private multimuse blog focused on comics + literature based muses,    mostly consolidated from previous blogs.       /         [   … between heroes and monsters .   ]

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bro i can’t wait for s3 mary to have a good time chillin w/ the m.ulefas in the background while everyone is just *chaos*

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[ 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳 ]    ────    cittàgazze ,

It was hours after Carlo’s death, and she still found herself lingering here. She had a candle now for light, even more bottles– there seemed to be endless bottles of wine and Marisa was wondering if she should resist the urge to drink for the rest of the night. She wasn’t thinking right, and it didn’t take long for her to realize that only Lyra could do this to her; make her this falling apart and shattered. The last time she had gotten this drunk was when Lyra left her the first time, and here she was doing it again. She was heartbroken, and she had no other way to try suffocating her sorrows.

Eventually, she picked up the candle in it’s holder, beginning to walk. Where, she didn’t know. It was aimless wandering. Trembling, tears in her eyes, she tried biting back such pitiful emotion as she continued forward. Her daemon walked behind her at a distance, keeping a slow pace to match hers. 

Marisa stopped walking after a while when she saw a figure. Sniffling, her hand firmly wiped at her eyes, hoping to remove evidence of her tears. She didn’t do a very good job at this, however. The woman wasn’t sober enough. 

“Hello?” she called out, raising her candle outwards to cast a light. The face she recognized shocked Marisa. The scholar she spoke to before, for some reason in this world too. “Dr. Malone?” her voice shakily asked. “What are you doing here?”

her  footsteps  ring  through  the  empty  streets  of  a  world  not  her  own.       ALONE,  BUT  NOT  ALONE:       several  times  during  the  day,  mary  swears  she  sees  something  flicker  with  movement  in  the  corner  of  her  eye.  stray  animals?  people?       ... shadows?       that's  not  too  out  of  the  question,  is  it?    despite  it  all,  mary  doesn't  feel  too  unnerved.  wary,  sure,  but  not  unnerved.

not  even  as  it's  getting  dark.      she'd  packed  a  couple  of  torches  with  her,  including  a  windup  torch;  considering  the  lack  of  sockets  and  batteries  around  here,  it's  the  one  she  decides  to  use  for  the  foreseeable  future.       the  light  is  faint,       barely  illuminating  the  walls  on  either  side,  but  mary  can  see  the  path  in  front  of  her  and  that'll  do.  she's  debating  the  merits  ( and  ethics )  of  settling  down  in  a  secluded  area  or  simply  wandering  into  an  unlocked  house,  when  she  sees  a  steady  light  up  ahead  calling  her  name.       WAIT─       was  that──  ?

❝     …  coulter.  MARISA  COULTER.     ❞       as  disbelieving  as  mary  sounds,  it's  not  poised  as  a  question:       of  course  she'd  be  here.       because  who  else  would  she  bump  into  in  another  world  than  the  mysterious  woman  who  espoused  experimental  theology  and  turned  up  zero  search  results?       almost  as  if  she  probably  isn't  from     (  my  )     oxford.  

❝     well,  i'm  lost,  mostly.     ❞       it's  not  untrue,  but  mary  winces  at  her  answer.  she's  hefting  a  hiking  backpack:       not  exactly  the  picture  of  an  unplanned  excursion.  try  deflecting.       had  the  other  woman  been  crying?       her  eyes  seem  red-rimmed,  even  by  the  candlelight.       ❝     &  i  can  ask  the  same  about  you.  are  you     ────     are  you  alright?     ❞

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one [ small ] deviation from the book that i do have Certain Opinions about is that mary doesn’t destroy the cave in the show. she doesn’t wipe the files, crush bits of hardware under her shoe, or light the manuals on fire. instead, dust seemed to shut it off by themselves. besides lacking a certain panache, it misses the opportunity to show mary going the full nine yards in the beginning; sure, going through a window to another world just because a talking computer claiming it were angels said so is pretty committed, but the cave... it was her life’s work. its destruction by her own hand represented something.

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mary when she denounces christianity:      heaven is empty. YEET!    * throws crucifix into the sea *  

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a lil aesthetic change for mary...

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mary:   theoretical  physicist,     ( metaphorical )  serpent  . . . 

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the  snake  said,    ❝  put  your  foot  through  the  hole  in  the  seedpod  where  i  was  playing,   and  you  will  become  wise.  ❞    so  she  put  a  foot  in  where  the  snake  had  been  &  the  oil  entered  her  blood  and  helped  her  see  more  clearly  than  before     ────     AND  THE  FIRST  THING  SHE  SAW  WAS  THE  SRAF .

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puts on my clown shoes <3

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i think she is-

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*shows up three weeks + five months late with a starbucks*.

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will   blogs.......  where

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bbc   cast   mary   challenge  

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Dr. 👏Mary 👏Malone👏

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hello   i   love   a   woman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  

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mary’s   daemon   doesn’t   have   a   name   in   canon   but   i’m   not   gonna   really   rectify   that   because   i’m   too   indecisive   and   i’ll   end   up   changing   it   every   week