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January
1/25/2018 Inej's EP
1/27/2018 One for sorrow, two for joy
1/31/2018 The Storm
February
2/1/2018 Newt Scamander's Porg Roundup
2/14/2018 Valentine's Day TL - 3 threads
2/14/2018 Valentine's Day - Magnus
March
3/6/2018 Magnus EP
3/13/2018 Sabriel's EP
3/17/2018 St. Patrick's Day - Biffy
April
4/11/2018 Steve's EP
4/26/2018 R's Debut
4/30/2018 Musical Plot Gathering TL
May
5/6/2018 Baby Party!
5/15/2018 Saturday Flea Market
5/24/2018 Geralt's EP
June
6/13/2018 Wish Plot EP - 8 threads
July
7/22/2018 Nova EP
7/25/2018 Linkdump
August
8/13/2018 Magic Bar
8/24/2018 Color Party TL
September
October
10/3/2018 Newt EP
10/5/2018 Fall Festival - Blue
10/30/2018 Molly Grue Debut
November
December
12/8/2018 Krampusnacht - R
12/9/2018 Krampusnacht - Molly
12/31/2018 Linkdump
1/25/2018 Inej's EP
1/27/2018 One for sorrow, two for joy
1/31/2018 The Storm
February
2/1/2018 Newt Scamander's Porg Roundup
2/14/2018 Valentine's Day TL - 3 threads
2/14/2018 Valentine's Day - Magnus
March
3/6/2018 Magnus EP
3/13/2018 Sabriel's EP
3/17/2018 St. Patrick's Day - Biffy
April
4/11/2018 Steve's EP
4/26/2018 R's Debut
4/30/2018 Musical Plot Gathering TL
May
5/6/2018 Baby Party!
5/15/2018 Saturday Flea Market
5/24/2018 Geralt's EP
June
6/13/2018 Wish Plot EP - 8 threads
July
7/22/2018 Nova EP
7/25/2018 Linkdump
August
8/13/2018 Magic Bar
8/24/2018 Color Party TL
September
October
10/3/2018 Newt EP
10/5/2018 Fall Festival - Blue
10/30/2018 Molly Grue Debut
November
December
12/8/2018 Krampusnacht - R
12/9/2018 Krampusnacht - Molly
12/31/2018 Linkdump
Amalthea stood in the park, wrapped in an eclectic coat as the wind pulled at her hair. Autumn had descended rapidly once the weather finally changed; the trees were ablaze with color and the sky was full of birds that were leaving. Amalthea wondered where they went, if they went anywhere at all. But every fall they left, and every spring they returned.
She stared up at a tree, quietly counting.
"Seven," she murmured to herself as the black birds in the tree talked to each other.
She clutched her coat, wondering. What secret was there? She was sure there were dozens, maybe hundreds in Darrow. The birds didn't say that, simply that there was one. She was not a secret, was she? She did not announce herself to everyone, but... people knew her. Some people knew her.
The strange, pale girl frowned when one of the birds flew away. Six? The star-like mark on her forehead tingled and she reached up to rub it, then turned. There was Mad Sweeney, coming her way.
"Six," she announced out loud when he was close enough. "Six for gold."
She stared up at a tree, quietly counting.
"Seven," she murmured to herself as the black birds in the tree talked to each other.
She clutched her coat, wondering. What secret was there? She was sure there were dozens, maybe hundreds in Darrow. The birds didn't say that, simply that there was one. She was not a secret, was she? She did not announce herself to everyone, but... people knew her. Some people knew her.
The strange, pale girl frowned when one of the birds flew away. Six? The star-like mark on her forehead tingled and she reached up to rub it, then turned. There was Mad Sweeney, coming her way.
"Six," she announced out loud when he was close enough. "Six for gold."
Saturday Flea Market
May. 15th, 2018 10:41 pmAmalthea sat under an awning at a table, surrounded by buckets of fresh flowers and bouquets. Sometimes the shop set up at these weekend markets, and sometimes not. Amalthea didn't mind; she had the hang of her work now, and she had chosen most of the flowers that came with her, and had arranged most of the bouquets on offer.
She liked watching people. Everyone went about their business, exploring stalls, dismissing this or getting excited about that. The market was colorful at this point in spring. Maybe she would look later to see if there were any dresses she liked.
Apparently a holiday celebrating mothers was coming up, because she'd had several people come by to purchase things, specifically talking about mothers of all kinds.
She liked watching people. Everyone went about their business, exploring stalls, dismissing this or getting excited about that. The market was colorful at this point in spring. Maybe she would look later to see if there were any dresses she liked.
Apparently a holiday celebrating mothers was coming up, because she'd had several people come by to purchase things, specifically talking about mothers of all kinds.
January
1/14/2017 Magnus Sex Change
1/21/2017 Kitten Arrives in Darrow
1/28/2017 Lunar New Year - TL
February
2/3/2017 Lincoln's Ep
2/14/2017 Valentine's Day - TL, 2 threads
2/19/2017 Meeting Greta Baker
March
3/15/2017 Dorian's EP
3/19/2017 Celtic Festival
3/20/2017 Paul's Debut
April
4/6/2017 Paul EP
4/11/2017 Meeting Newt Scamander
4/29/2017 Sam Winchester's Debut
May
5/1/2017 Meeting Sam Drake
5/2/2017 Krem's Grand Opening
5/25/2017 Wanda's EP
June
6/8/2017 Alec's EP
6/10/2017 Tanith's EP
6/13/2017 Victra's EP
July
7/1/2017 Greta's EP
7/3/2017 Geralt's Debut
7/7/2017 Magnus's EP
August
8/1/2017 Noah's Sex Swap EP
8/3/2017 Marcus Keane's Item Post
8/12/2017 The Wedding of Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood
September
9/12/2017 Greta's New House
9/15/2017 Show Me Who I Am
9/28/2017 Fall Festival - Sabriel
October
10/6/2017 Kavinsky's EP
November
11/12/2017 Edith Cushing's Memorial Service
11/15/2017 Noah's EP
11/16/2017 The Last Unicorn EP
December
12/2/2017 Tree Lighting Ceremony
12/15/2017 Holiday Party - TL
12/15/2017 Holiday Party - Magnus
12/17/2017 What Child Is This?
1/14/2017 Magnus Sex Change
1/21/2017 Kitten Arrives in Darrow
1/28/2017 Lunar New Year - TL
February
2/3/2017 Lincoln's Ep
2/14/2017 Valentine's Day - TL, 2 threads
2/19/2017 Meeting Greta Baker
March
3/15/2017 Dorian's EP
3/19/2017 Celtic Festival
3/20/2017 Paul's Debut
April
4/6/2017 Paul EP
4/11/2017 Meeting Newt Scamander
4/29/2017 Sam Winchester's Debut
May
5/1/2017 Meeting Sam Drake
5/2/2017 Krem's Grand Opening
5/25/2017 Wanda's EP
June
6/8/2017 Alec's EP
6/10/2017 Tanith's EP
6/13/2017 Victra's EP
July
7/1/2017 Greta's EP
7/3/2017 Geralt's Debut
7/7/2017 Magnus's EP
August
8/1/2017 Noah's Sex Swap EP
8/3/2017 Marcus Keane's Item Post
8/12/2017 The Wedding of Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood
September
9/12/2017 Greta's New House
9/15/2017 Show Me Who I Am
9/28/2017 Fall Festival - Sabriel
October
10/6/2017 Kavinsky's EP
November
11/12/2017 Edith Cushing's Memorial Service
11/15/2017 Noah's EP
11/16/2017 The Last Unicorn EP
December
12/2/2017 Tree Lighting Ceremony
12/15/2017 Holiday Party - TL
12/15/2017 Holiday Party - Magnus
12/17/2017 What Child Is This?
Show me who I am [September]
Aug. 18th, 2017 11:06 pmAmalthea waited for Magnus by the side of a country road. Once he'd told her when he was free, she'd told him where to meet her. She could feel the familiar power of the ley line and she wondered if Magnus was familiar with that as well. She wasn't sure how anyone could ignore it, though before coming here she had never heard it called by one particular name or another. She had walked it end to end by now; of course it could not lead her out of this place.
It was a road of a different kind. It did not pull at her feet the way the roads of men did.
She looked up when the warlock arrived and offered him a small smile. "It is not a far walk," she promised him. "But I thought it right that we do walk."
Amalthea had always approached the forest on foot, and she saw no reason to do anything differently this time.
It was a road of a different kind. It did not pull at her feet the way the roads of men did.
She looked up when the warlock arrived and offered him a small smile. "It is not a far walk," she promised him. "But I thought it right that we do walk."
Amalthea had always approached the forest on foot, and she saw no reason to do anything differently this time.
Something wild calls you home
Aug. 11th, 2017 11:29 amShe picked her way to the edge of the forest like she had a hundred times before. Every time she felt a bit excited, like she was finding her way home, finally. Cabeswater would never be her home, it could never be. The forest had its own magic and hers had a tendency to seep into places where she spent a lot of time: she did not want to see what would happen if their power clashed somehow, nor did she want to be swallowed up by the forest or see it changed by the influence of her constant presence. So she chose to visit it rather than live there, and leaving always felt like being cut open.
She found the rock she liked to use as a marker - it was outside of the forest proper and so it had become a safe place to leave her clothes. She had learned the hard way that they did not always make the change with her. The girl slid out of her clothes and put them into a plastic bag - Biffy's suggestion - and tucked them under the rock. Even as a human her movements were graceful, uncanny. Too smooth and to elegant for anything that had been born mortal.
Naked, she let her hair fall over her, covering what it would as she slipped past the tree line and into the breathing forest beyond. She shivered at the first brush of its power, a strange welcome, and she did as Ronan and Noah had taught her: she thought of herself as she should be. She thought of the reflection she had seen so many times before in the still pond in her forest.
And in mere moments she was a unicorn again. She trumpeted her joy and turned in a tight circle as if she meant to look at herself. She was more lovely, more delicately built than any horse. Her grace was something that deer had in shy imitation and that goats had in dancing mockery. Her coat was the color of snow falling in the moonlight and she moved like a shadow on the sea.
In these moments, she remembered herself entirely, and time slipped by her without touching her.
She found the rock she liked to use as a marker - it was outside of the forest proper and so it had become a safe place to leave her clothes. She had learned the hard way that they did not always make the change with her. The girl slid out of her clothes and put them into a plastic bag - Biffy's suggestion - and tucked them under the rock. Even as a human her movements were graceful, uncanny. Too smooth and to elegant for anything that had been born mortal.
Naked, she let her hair fall over her, covering what it would as she slipped past the tree line and into the breathing forest beyond. She shivered at the first brush of its power, a strange welcome, and she did as Ronan and Noah had taught her: she thought of herself as she should be. She thought of the reflection she had seen so many times before in the still pond in her forest.
And in mere moments she was a unicorn again. She trumpeted her joy and turned in a tight circle as if she meant to look at herself. She was more lovely, more delicately built than any horse. Her grace was something that deer had in shy imitation and that goats had in dancing mockery. Her coat was the color of snow falling in the moonlight and she moved like a shadow on the sea.
In these moments, she remembered herself entirely, and time slipped by her without touching her.
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Jun. 25th, 2017 07:21 pmAmalthea liked to work outside on nice days. Elsa had no trouble minding the counter on her own and Amalthea would sit outside, making bouquets and arrangements, or wreathes for people to hang on their doors. That was what she was working on now, a grape-vine frame in her lap while she added flowers and greenery to make something bright and seasonal. She had some lilac blooms next to her and now and then she plucked off a little flower... and ate it.
She'd almost only ever eaten flowers in her forest, and she missed the taste. Biffy had shown her how to cultivate some for tea, and she had sachets of her own blend: lilac, green tea, honeysuckle. She loved it dearly and drank it often.
The sunlight caught in her hair and she felt cozy on her bench, especially when a breeze came by and ruffled the buckets of flowers all around her.
She'd almost only ever eaten flowers in her forest, and she missed the taste. Biffy had shown her how to cultivate some for tea, and she had sachets of her own blend: lilac, green tea, honeysuckle. She loved it dearly and drank it often.
The sunlight caught in her hair and she felt cozy on her bench, especially when a breeze came by and ruffled the buckets of flowers all around her.
In the sea
Apr. 11th, 2017 11:28 pmAmalthea returned to the beach often. The rhythm and roar of the waves on the shore lulled her, and sometimes she thought if she looked hard enough at the white caps and sea foam she could see the others. Hiding, waiting for her.
A warm wind blew off the land; spring had come to Darrow in all its glory. Every day she could smell flowers on the air but it was still nothing quite like the scent of her lilac forest. This was not home; this was not where she belonged. This was not the place she had chosen to spend the long days of her life.
Every day she felt her immortality slip through her fingers. Most days the thought terrified her.
She slipped off her shoes as she walked down the beach, dropping one, then the other. Her dress brushed her ankles as the breeze blew by, pushing her towards the sea. The water was still chilly but she ignored the brief shock of it and let the incoming tide swirl around her ankles.
"I'm here," she said, just a whisper at first. "I'm here," she said again, and again, until she cried out above the wind and waves: "I'm here!"
A warm wind blew off the land; spring had come to Darrow in all its glory. Every day she could smell flowers on the air but it was still nothing quite like the scent of her lilac forest. This was not home; this was not where she belonged. This was not the place she had chosen to spend the long days of her life.
Every day she felt her immortality slip through her fingers. Most days the thought terrified her.
She slipped off her shoes as she walked down the beach, dropping one, then the other. Her dress brushed her ankles as the breeze blew by, pushing her towards the sea. The water was still chilly but she ignored the brief shock of it and let the incoming tide swirl around her ankles.
"I'm here," she said, just a whisper at first. "I'm here," she said again, and again, until she cried out above the wind and waves: "I'm here!"
May
5/30/2016 Debut - with Dorian Pavus
June
6/3/2016 EP: In Restless Dreams I Walked Alone, 8 threads
6/10/2016 Carnival of Lights TL, 1 thread
Carnival of Lights - Noah
Carnival of Lights - Biffy
6/20/2016 Solstice - Krem
Solstice - Dorian
July
7/2/2016 Meeting Jack Newsome
7/17/2016 Meeting Wanda
7/22/2016 Ice Fountain
7/22/2016 It will be a long time til I find my abode - Biffy
August
8/3/2016 Where do unicorns go? - Noah and Ronan
8/4/2016 Consoling Biffy
8/13/2016 Meeting Adam
8/21/2016 Biffy's canon update
September
9/12/2016 Meeting Daine
9/30/2016 Bi party - Noah
October
10/24/2016 Creepy Clowns - Daine
10/25/2016 Halloween Festivities - Noah
10/28/2016 Halloween Festivities - Henry
10/31/2016 Magnus's Halloween Party - TL
November
11/20/2016 Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light
11/26/2016 Thomas's Shop Opening
11/28/2016 Meeting Steve Cortez
December
12/2/2016 Kagura - Lincoln
12/5/2016 Daine's New Job
12/8/2016 Lincoln's EP
12/13/2016 Tree Lighting - Matthias
5/30/2016 Debut - with Dorian Pavus
June
6/3/2016 EP: In Restless Dreams I Walked Alone, 8 threads
6/10/2016 Carnival of Lights TL, 1 thread
Carnival of Lights - Noah
Carnival of Lights - Biffy
6/20/2016 Solstice - Krem
Solstice - Dorian
July
7/2/2016 Meeting Jack Newsome
7/17/2016 Meeting Wanda
7/22/2016 Ice Fountain
7/22/2016 It will be a long time til I find my abode - Biffy
August
8/3/2016 Where do unicorns go? - Noah and Ronan
8/4/2016 Consoling Biffy
8/13/2016 Meeting Adam
8/21/2016 Biffy's canon update
September
9/12/2016 Meeting Daine
9/30/2016 Bi party - Noah
October
10/24/2016 Creepy Clowns - Daine
10/25/2016 Halloween Festivities - Noah
10/28/2016 Halloween Festivities - Henry
10/31/2016 Magnus's Halloween Party - TL
November
11/20/2016 Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light
11/26/2016 Thomas's Shop Opening
11/28/2016 Meeting Steve Cortez
December
12/2/2016 Kagura - Lincoln
12/5/2016 Daine's New Job
12/8/2016 Lincoln's EP
12/13/2016 Tree Lighting - Matthias
Amalthea was bundled up against the cold as she set out buckets of flowers outside the shop. Despite the cold it was sunny, and as along as the water didn't freeze they would be fine. These were winter flowers: daphnes, hellebores, snowdrops. There were also branches of evergreens and holly bushes, ready to be made into wreaths and boughs for holiday decorations.
She sat down on a bench outside the shop to start making things to sell. She'd learned how in the preceding weeks; people liked her designs, apparently, so she would make more for the shop to sell. Apparently people also liked to see someone making the wreaths, so she'd sit outside until the sun went away. She had a base for each of them, deftly weaving pine branches, holly and juniper stems with their red and blue berries. She worked with pinecones, ribbons, and a few pheasant feathers. On a few she added flowers: stems with little water reservoirs attached to make them last.
She tried humming to herself, tunes she remembered. She didn't feel very good at it, even if she liked music.
She sat down on a bench outside the shop to start making things to sell. She'd learned how in the preceding weeks; people liked her designs, apparently, so she would make more for the shop to sell. Apparently people also liked to see someone making the wreaths, so she'd sit outside until the sun went away. She had a base for each of them, deftly weaving pine branches, holly and juniper stems with their red and blue berries. She worked with pinecones, ribbons, and a few pheasant feathers. On a few she added flowers: stems with little water reservoirs attached to make them last.
She tried humming to herself, tunes she remembered. She didn't feel very good at it, even if she liked music.
Where do unicorns go?
Aug. 4th, 2016 08:19 pmAmalthea closed her eyes for most of the ride. It was loud, strange, and it wasn't fear per se, more of a focus on the experience of riding in the car Ronan and Noah called the Pig. She she caught the scent of fresh air, she opened her eyes again, watching the landscape change. It seemed rude to go to a place like Cabeswater in a thing so loud, so insistent. But they told her they wanted to try something, and Amalthea liked Cabeswater. Once or twice she'd gone on her own, taken her shoes off and stayed close to the trees. Noah said they talked to Ronan; she wondered what they said.
She was relieved when they actually got there, climbing out of the car as soon as she could, skittish, all legs and arms, like a newborn fawn. But when she caught herself there was an ageless grace about her, and every movement she made was beautiful, even in its awkwardness or uncertainty. She was getting better about moving in this body that wasn't her own, accepting her cage. The thought frightened her, terribly. If she accepted it fully, she would never be able to escape it again.
Today found her in a knee-length white dress that Biffy had picked out for her.
She tucked her pale hair back, holding a long strand as she looked at the forest.
"What did you want to show me?"
She was relieved when they actually got there, climbing out of the car as soon as she could, skittish, all legs and arms, like a newborn fawn. But when she caught herself there was an ageless grace about her, and every movement she made was beautiful, even in its awkwardness or uncertainty. She was getting better about moving in this body that wasn't her own, accepting her cage. The thought frightened her, terribly. If she accepted it fully, she would never be able to escape it again.
Today found her in a knee-length white dress that Biffy had picked out for her.
She tucked her pale hair back, holding a long strand as she looked at the forest.
"What did you want to show me?"
The entire ride out of the city, she watched the landscape pass, the scenery change. For a moment she could pretend she was going back home, speeding toward a known place. But she did not feel the tug in her heart she had on that road.
She left her hair loose for the trip to the country; she wore a white dress Biffy had picked out for her not long after she arrived, and a pair of shoes that she could easily slip off once they reached the house.
Amalthea tucked her hair back when they finally stopped, and as soon as she saw grass she took off her shoes so she could feel it on her bare feet. It took her a moment to even look toward the farmhouse, wondering how long it had been since anyone had lived in it. Had Biffy or Dorian told her...? Perhaps they had, but she couldn't remember now.
She was happy to be out of the city, at least.
"Do I need to put my shoes back on?"
She left her hair loose for the trip to the country; she wore a white dress Biffy had picked out for her not long after she arrived, and a pair of shoes that she could easily slip off once they reached the house.
Amalthea tucked her hair back when they finally stopped, and as soon as she saw grass she took off her shoes so she could feel it on her bare feet. It took her a moment to even look toward the farmhouse, wondering how long it had been since anyone had lived in it. Had Biffy or Dorian told her...? Perhaps they had, but she couldn't remember now.
She was happy to be out of the city, at least.
"Do I need to put my shoes back on?"
Here I am on Man's road
May. 26th, 2016 11:53 pmThe road home is long – somehow longer than the road she took to find her kind in the first place. It no longer tugs at her feet, driving her on as it did when she left her forest. Now it seems to drag at her, willing her to stop at every chance. Unlike the start of her journey, she now stops and looks back the way she has come, as if she could see the people she has left behind. Schmendrick, Molly, and Lir are the only true friends she has ever had. She lowers her head as she walks, the road seeming unending once again. She should be pleased: there are unicorns in the world again, and she their rescuer. But she has loved, she has lost, and she regrets.
She huffs a breath, feeling more and more tired. She should stop for the night, she knows. She does not know how far she is from her forest, how long it will take to get back, but she will know it when she is there. It is the only home she’s ever had.
The unicorn leaves the road to find a quiet meadow – she knows better than to sleep beside it now. As she settles in the grass, she watches the night come to life. A fox darts over a fallen log; deer, shy and graceful, slip out of the nearby wood for their evening grazing. She can almost pretend she is home again already, though she misses the distinctive scent of lilacs. As the crickets begin to play, she lays her head down, and she sleeps.
~*~
Something is wrong.
She feels before her eyes are open. She feels cold, and vulnerable. Naked. She pushes herself up and stares down at her hands. Hands. Her mouth falls open in a soft, startled cry. She touches her face, her chest, her legs. She is human again and she sobs a breath. How could this happen? She looks around, expecting some wayward magician, or witch, or—or she doesn’t know what. But she isn’t even in the meadow anymore. She’s in a manicured park. She hugs herself, attempting to cover her nakedness with her arms, her hair. The air is chilly, damp.
Bright in the middle of the grass, she cries.
How is this possible?
How can she do this alone?
She huffs a breath, feeling more and more tired. She should stop for the night, she knows. She does not know how far she is from her forest, how long it will take to get back, but she will know it when she is there. It is the only home she’s ever had.
The unicorn leaves the road to find a quiet meadow – she knows better than to sleep beside it now. As she settles in the grass, she watches the night come to life. A fox darts over a fallen log; deer, shy and graceful, slip out of the nearby wood for their evening grazing. She can almost pretend she is home again already, though she misses the distinctive scent of lilacs. As the crickets begin to play, she lays her head down, and she sleeps.
~*~
Something is wrong.
She feels before her eyes are open. She feels cold, and vulnerable. Naked. She pushes herself up and stares down at her hands. Hands. Her mouth falls open in a soft, startled cry. She touches her face, her chest, her legs. She is human again and she sobs a breath. How could this happen? She looks around, expecting some wayward magician, or witch, or—or she doesn’t know what. But she isn’t even in the meadow anymore. She’s in a manicured park. She hugs herself, attempting to cover her nakedness with her arms, her hair. The air is chilly, damp.
Bright in the middle of the grass, she cries.
How is this possible?
How can she do this alone?
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