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[insanityxofxmuses]

12 Years Ago || His Dark Materials || Asriel x Jupiter

A/N: aaww i get to do one back then? or wait... i got an idea. hehe

Jupiter was looking over a paper Asriel had been writing, something to do with his research on dust. she was leaning back on the edge of the table and noticed he had gone quiet. had he left the room?

she lowered the pages, to look around the room for him, and startled when she found him looking dead at her. his piercing blue eyes, peering into her soul is what it felt like to her.

her lips part in a small gasp, and she almost loses the pages in her grip. she looked down, fumbling with catching the papers, and he comes up closer to her. his hand catching hers and taking the pages and putting them down on the table. his face getting close to hers.

Jupiter was frozen stiff with how close he was to her. her heart was racing, and she knew her cheeks were bright red. her eyes glanced quickly to find the door to his study closed, which was something new.

"A-Asriel?" she stuttered out and he chuckled. he hadn't let go of her hand and he brought it up to his face, moving her fingers out of the way to kiss her palm softly. she gasped. she was quite confused.

his woman was just in the other room, swelled with their child, and he was here, making advances on Jupiter? he moved to put her hand on his smooth cheek, and put his own fists on the table on either side of her, and pressed against her.

to say Jupiter felt faint, was an understatement. her breathe left her lungs as she felt him press against her and his lips kissed the nook of her neck under her ear.

"shh it's ok" he whispered in a deep and husky tone, right by her ear and she felt weak in the knees, the only thing holding her up was the fact that he was pressed against her. "i have been noticing how you act around me, and when i am not with you."

Jupiter's eye lids flutter closed and a small noise escapes her throat. he smirked at her reaction and kissed up her jaw, and felt the woman grip at the front of his shirt. he paused with his lips brushing hers. "do you want me, Jupiter?" he questioned, his lips barely grazing her lips and it made her lose it.

"Please?" she breathed and tugged weakly at his shirt. he pulled back only a little, to admire the sight of the Gyptian woman seemingly begging for him.

"we can't today, but soon." he finally said, his tone more primal, and he dipped his head down to finally kiss her lips. this earned a moan from the Gyptian and he felt her squirm, her hands finding their way under his shirt.

the feeling of her nails dragging on his chest, made him moan into her mouth, and his hands moved to her hips and lifted her up to sit her on the edge of the table, nestling himself between her legs. her skirt was short, and road up her thighs. he moved a hand to her hair and gripped tightly, tugging it enough to make her open her mouth wide in a surprised gasping moan.

Jupiter couldn't help it, her thighs squeezed around his waist, and her back arched to press herself against him more.

~*~

Jupiter woke up and found herself laying on a bedroll next to Lyra and sighed. it was only a dream, memory of 12 years ago. the first time Asriel showed romantic interest in her.

she sat up and licked her lips, wondering why in the world would she dream up that particular memory?

[hashtagloveloses]

the equivalent exchange of your favorite childhood book series (his dark materials and percy jackson) getting the adaptations they finally deserve but the price is that one character must be played by lin-manuel miranda

[foldingfittedsheets]

My little book club is reading His Dark Materials and daemons came up while my betrothed and I were cuddling in bed.

They said to me, “Do you think anyone’s daemon is a mosquito?”

“What? No way, that’s way too small!”

“No,” they countered, “We see beetles and butterflies, Pan turned into a little lightning bug, and a moth.”

I digested this information in silence, and then my betrothed started shaking with laughter and pitched in two different voices. “‘Where’s your daemon?’ ‘Oh, it’s a tick.’”

I let out such a guttural sound of amusement and horror that I scared the cats. I couldn’t stop laughing and repeating, “It’S a TiCk!!!”

I escalated in hilarity to choking out, “The only blood it can eat is it’s own persons! They JusT gO aRouNd with a TiCk on their face!”

“I don’t think daemons need to eat, do they?” They asked.

“IT’S A tIcK!!” I responded, tears rolling down my face, hyperventilating at the best and worst concept I’d ever imagined.

[ovenproofowl]

His Dark Materials is a franchise that tackles so many branches of physics and even creates a universe where the main course of study is experimental theology which is all about identifying and explaining dark matter while also adding dimensions to string theory, the multiverse theory, and the very concept of the human soul. At the same time, it aggressively calls out the problem with the state being controlled by the church, how people are condemned for being different and religious fearmongering stops the chance at growth both on an individual and a societal scale. It’s a franchise where the heroes of the story are two children who aren’t allowed to know the prophecy they’re a part of, who save the world unwittingly simply by doing what they believe to be right. Meanwhile, the person who thought he was the hero all along, the person who rallied an army from multiple universes to FIGHT. GOD. HIMSELF. is ultimately consumed by his own ego and forced to take a back seat when he realises he’s just one tiny piece of a much larger story that’s true heart is his own daugher. The child he abandoned, the child he didn’t know or care to know how to look after. It’s a franchise about finding love even when your biological family abandon you, it’s about looking evil in the eye and seeing your own mother, it’s about good and evil not being black and white but instead a complex and cruel mixture of both. It’s about the two worst people you know banding together at the last second to save their daughter with their final breaths. It’s about exploration and learning how to grow through experience, it’s about kindness being shared across the multiverse, exchanging stories with strangers and saving the whole world by doing something perfectly ordinary and receiving no reward.

Oh, and it’s also a franchise rich with fantasy, with giant talking polar bears, witches and ghosts, angels and daemons, and a mammal-like species from another world that travels exclusively on roller skates. 

And it fucking. rocks.

[kirjavas]

From the very beginning of the show, we had all these discussions with her wardrobe and fabrics and colours as I came in knowing what colours suited me, as Dafne and what colours I felt were Lyra. For all of season one it was her vitality and her colour was red. Whereas colder tones came into season two after (spoiler) the death of Roger where we investigated blues and greens, those colder tones. Season three was all of those elements and shades combined - she’s wearing everything she’s been through. It was a way of, for me, finding that when you grow up you don’t stop being the things you were, you add onto them.

Dafne Keen as Lyra Silvertongue in HIS DARK MATERIALS (2019–2022)

[wizard-legs]

Just revamped this Golden Compass illustration I did about two years ago, and wanted to post since I’m kind of in a winter mood! hand drawn typography by yours truly :P

[his-dark-materials-trilogy]

[lonicera-caprifolium]

"... What I thought was that if you-- maybe just once a year-- if we could come here at the same time, just for an hour or something, then we could pretend we were close again-- because we would be close, if you sat here and I sat just here in my world..." "Yes," he said, "as long as I live, I'll come back. Wherever I am in the world, I'll come back here--" "On Midsummer Day," she said. "At midday. As long as I live. As long as I live..."

(from Philip Pullman's The Amber Spyglass)

[three-atoms]

Art for The Book of Dust Volume 2: The Secret Commonwealth

By Ivan Sergeev

[casualavocados]

Little grocery shops and bakeries stood between jewelers and bead-curtained doors opening into private houses, where wrought-iron balconies thick with flowers overhung the narrow pavement, and where the silence, being enclosed, was even more profound. The streets were leading downward, and before very long they opened out onto a broad avenue where more palm trees reached high into the air, the underside of their leaves glowing in the streetlights. On the other side of the avenue was the sea.

HIS DARK MATERIALS • Cittàgazze The Subtle Knife / Chapter 1: The Cat and the Hornbeam Trees

[insanityxofxmuses]

Prompt: Guilt || His Dark Materials || Jopair x Jupiter

A/N: oh boy... here we go ... my version of hdm, where Jopari is alive... i think i actually have an idea for this......

jupiter was sitting with Lyra, with her hand on Joparis knee, as the children were telling stories of their life.

"you left him to die" the whispers started. Jopari started to space out, not able to hear the chatter of the children, but instead hear whispers reminding him of when he left Lee Scoresby to die. it was not intentional, but even Lee had told him to go.

Jupiter noticed Jopari was silent, not even chuckling anymore, and turned to see his hood up and face dark. it looked as if he wasn't even there.

"Jopari? Are you alright?" she moved to put her hand on his cheek and make him look at her. his eyes were wide and so dark, like the dark brown of his iris was consumed by his pupil.

"Dad?" will whispered.

"he needed you and you left him, you are a bad friend." the Harpy whispered to him.

"Jopari, listen to my voice, this happened to Lyra and Will earlier." she moved to straddle his lap, both hands on his face, pushing his hood off. she leans her forehead against his and closes her eyes, moving her hands to his shoulders to shake him up. "baby wake up im here, don't listen to the voices." she whispered to him.

in the midst of this happening, Lyra hears a voice call to her in the crowd around them. It was none other than the Aeronaut, Lee Scoresby.

"well, if it isn't my favorite child that isn't mine." he says, smiling at Lyra and they hug.

"Lee, Jopari is needing your help." Lyra tells him and points to where Jupiter is straddling his lap and trying to get his attention desperately.

Lee walked over, setting a hand on Jupiter's shoulder, and she looks up. her eyes light up and she smiled a little, but then she started to tear up by the thought of not saving her man. Lee helped her to her feet, and knelt down in front of the shaman.

"hey, mister Shayman, did you think you were the cause of my death?" he asked out loud and Jopari blinked, slowly coming to. he looked towards the voice he heard and his eyes widened and they grab each others hands and Lee helps him to his feet. "you didn't cause my death, i did. i told you to go find the kids, obviously you did. but i got myself killed, not you."

Lee brought Jopari close to him so they could hug, and jopari hugged the man tightly.

"oh how i have missed you, friend." Jopari says.

"thank you, Lee." Jupiter whispered.

[styllwaters]

I'm thinking about His Dark Materials again. Specifically the societal quirks that Lyra's world has as a result of everyone having their soul manifested outside their body in the form of dæmons. It's one of the most fascinating examples of worldbuilding I've come across tbh

Some of my most favourite tidbits:

Dæmons are named by the dæmons of the child's parents

It's taboo to touch another person's dæmon, but this is learnt, not instinctual

Children often settle arguments through their dæmons, with one accepting the dominance of the other (eg. Pan hissing at Annie's fox daemon in the first book to get her to back down)

The fact that people can tell when someone lacks a daemon even though they can be hidden out of sight (like a mouse in your pocket)

To the inhabitants of Lyra's world, looking at someone without a dæmon is like looking at someone without a head

These extra pieces of lore just make the world seem so magical but believable at the same time

[tragicotps]

Lyra's Marisa coming out 😈

[babaknit]

his dark materials really said heaven is not real and you will return to dust upon your death so you need to make your own heaven on earth by being a good person instead of wasting your time practicing a hateful religion headed by a corrupt church

[kirjavas]

i really hate when people dismiss the ending of his dark materials because it leans into the trope "love saves the world". truly, that is what the story is about, but reducing it to a cliché is doing a disservice to the point the story is making. when it says that love says the world, it's rewriting the meaning of sin by saying that giving into desire is not shameful. it's telling us to be brave enough to experience. it's saying that dying for love can have powerful impact, but living for it is much more romantic. it's saying that storytelling saves the world, because telling stories is a language of love. it's saying that the bonds we create with other people will outlast death as long as we share our memories. it's showing how a simple childhood friendship is extraordinary enough to change the course of a war between heaven and earth. is there a better way to end a trilogy that intertwines so many paths of love than with a kiss that shifts the fabric of multiple universes?

[transvioletbaudelaire]

And while im on the subject the way jk rowling straight up stole dementors from philip pullman’s specters but removed all the thematic and allegorical weight from them before copy pasting them into her stories is so funny like of course you would do that