So, everyone who in the last couple of days went off on how there needs to be Lord Asriel/Mrs Coulter backstory? Allow me to introduce you to my Yuletide fic, Particles. Which is made of AWESOME. Summary: The golden monkey was shivering, but Marisa was not afraid. She would not be kept down any longer. YAAAAY.
Anyways, I am made of squee. Squee and busy-ness.
Merry merry, all, if you celebrate. :)
Anyways, I am made of squee. Squee and busy-ness.
Merry merry, all, if you celebrate. :)