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Mid October 2025:

Spike mourns. It's not pretty.

[ HERE | ongoing | drunkenness and self-pity (and genuine loss) ]

signed_sabrina posting in

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The notion of a Halloween party had arrived almost immediately after the arrival of the Spellman mortuary to Darrow. Is it the most adult thing Sabrina could do with her new home? Maybe not, but it seems like the most important thing she could do.

With the help of Jules and just about anyone else she could rope into it (Marcus and Dan, most especially when it comes to the house itself), she thinks she's done it.

While the house might not be full lived-in just yet, it's certainly ready for a Halloween party. The lights are down low, with strings of skull and pumpkin lights lining the rooms and hallways, jack-o-lanterns scattered on the porch and through the house. The kitchen has been stocked with snacks and a massive cauldron of punch labelled At Your Own Risk. A mix of Darrow pop and music from what can only be other worlds pounds in the living room and seeps into the other rooms.

While the upstairs remains off-limits, the former conservatory has been turned into a Ouija board room full of believers and skeptics alike.

The real magic, however, is downstairs in the mortuary, where a pentagram has been chalked and decorated with candles. For the brave and curious, a game is offered.

Seven Minutes in Hell reads the sign, and through the night various Leviathan employees anoint the foreheads of those brave and curious folk before shutting them in the mortuary drawers for seven minutes of an all-consuming experience. Most beg to be let out early, but prizes are on hand for those who endure seven minutes.

Darkness begins to rise around the house, and with the witching hour close at hand, it's time for a Halloween party.

[HAPPY HALLOWEEN! More information about the party can be found here. ALL ARE WELCOME!]

acutepuppy posting in

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Oct 2025:

As she stands there, she realizes that she isn't alone. It isn't Shion, or even Solon, but someone else. She turns, pigtails swinging, but she isn't afraid — not yet.

Sophie bumps into one of her new friends.

[ HERE | ongoing | tbd ]

terriblymisguided posting in

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"Dude!" Klaus startles at the voice. Oh, right. Someone asked him a question. "Do I need to call someone? If I have to watch you jump off of this bridge it will alter the course of my life forever and I'm not in the mood."

Klaus does his best to cope, to varying degrees of success.

[ HERE | ongoing | drug/alcohol abuse, suicidal ideation, grief ]

cuteandsavage posting in

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Dated October 30, 2025:

"Rumi! Mira!" she shouts as she darts up the block, bounding over to her friends. The coffee, forgotten, falls out of her hand well before she reaches them, all but leaping onto them as she throws her arms around both girls at once. "Oh my god, you guys are here! I was gonna look for you, but I haven't gotten that far yet, and — I am so glad to see you!"

With Zoey's arrival, all three Huntrix girls reunite.

[ HERE | ongoing | n/a ]

auctionofinnocence posting in

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May 2024:

Certainly they could have a cup of tea together at one of their places, but half the fun of dating is going out together after all, so Larita swings by the cottage with the car when she knows Greta isn't terribly busy and announces, “Darling, I'd love to take you out for tea, please tell me you'll come.”

Lari takes Greta on a date; Greta doesn’t realize it’s a date. Time to get these two on the same page!

[ HERE | ongoing | adorable, awkward, ADULT ]

late Nov 2024:

She turns to open the box, unsnapping the lid and setting it down to lean against the leg of the coffee table. When she straightens, she looks down into the box.

And at herself.

Larita gets a bit of a shock in Darrow, but it’s the nudge she needs to tell Greta her biggest secret.

[ HERE | ongoing | mentions of illness, death of a loved one ]

August 2025:

But letters and texts can only go so far, so Larita invites him to visit the Downs — for drinks, her text reads, and maybe a bit of racing if you’re in the mood. I’d love to catch up.

Larita and Joel catch up at the Downs.

[ HERE | ongoing | canon-typical mentions of loss, more tbd ]

dumbfuckingfartknockers posting in

thecityneversleeps

Oct 23, 2025:

It's a strange sensation, like a wind tunnel pulling at her. But instead of it pulling her clothes and hair and even her skin, it's pulling something else. It's like her insides are being vacuumed up.

Gwenny sags in place for a moment; she feels suddenly emptied out.

Gwenny gets her feelings bottled.

[ HERE | ongoing | language; pod-people behavior ]

Oct 26, 2025:

Sunday morning, there's an owl sitting on the porch railing. The cats have been staring at it all morning, and it's been staring back.

Gwenny gets visited by an owl for a second time.

[ HERE | ongoing | tbd ]

npcdarrow posting in

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A brilliant wind whips within the hut. Without, the sea lashes against the stilts holding it aloft, and the owls circle overhead like carrion birds.

Anyone nearby enough to see the hut will see flashes — blue as midnight lightning, gold as autumn sunshine, purple as sunrise — and with each one, Macha laughs and sobs and squeals. Her jars have broken, shattered by the selkie's song, and as her emotions swirl back into her, so too does she swirl, her stone crumbling away and the magic awakening in her once more.

Macha indulges in a miserable weep afterwards, as the gravity of her feelings and her actions catch up to her. Oh, these poor people. These poor, poor souls. The damage she's done to them, taking away their emotions as she had…

But she can undo it. She will undo it.

With a golden glimmer, she takes her true form. She opens the jars — so many jars, mountains of jars — and she sails out of her hut, guiding those lost feelings back to their owners. Over her stepping stones she goes, trailing golden magical brilliance behind her. It settles over the figures within and they rouse, gasping and holding each other for the first time in… Well, who really knows?

Macha finds each and every one of the people she'd sent her owls after. Some are perfectly carved sculptures. Some are only halfway there, her magic held at bay by some beautiful power she could never know. And thank goodness for that, she thinks. Imagine the harm if she'd succeeded in her ill-begot plan.

Only once her magic has touched everyone does she wheel back to her hut. It stands alone on a stilling sea, and as she settles on the front stoop to look out at the city she'd only known for a short time, she, and it, fade from view.

[ Macha has seen the error of her ways, and returned the wayward feelings back to their rightful owners! Feel free to use this gathering to resolve your pups’ petrification; as before, it's set to anywhere that works for your pup, any time in the evening or later! ]

perfectallkill posting in

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late August, 2025:

She turns to leave and stops, abrupt, before she even understands what caught her attention.

A flash of familiar magenta.

Her heart in her throat, she turns her head, eyes widening with delight and relief. "Mira! Mira, Mira, oh my god," she cries out, dashing over to throw her arms around her friend. "What are you doing here? When did you get here? Is Zoey with you?"

Two-thirds of Huntr/x reunite.

[ HERE | complete | nothing, just babies ]

mark posting in

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Good morning, afternoon, and evening!

We're doing some database and other light server maintenance this weekend (upgrading the version of MySQL we use in particular, but also probably doing some CDN work.)

I expect all of this to be pretty invisible except for some small "couple of minute" blips as we switch between machines, but there's a chance you will notice something untoward. I'll keep an eye on comments as per usual.

Ta for now!

perfectallkill posting in

thecityneversleeps

Rumi has a list of things that are weirdest about being in Darrow. It's not ordered, because the only things she can decide for certain is that just being here at all is the weirdest part, but it is written down in the journal she keeps hidden in the back of her nightstand drawer even though there's no one who's going to rifle through her things and read her secrets. Writing is just part of the process of, well, exorcising her demons, so to speak. She's got a lot going on in her head. For a long time, she was scared even to write it down and acknowledge what she is, terrified Mira or Zoey might find it and learn the truth. Getting it out of her head and on the page was the only source of relief she had for years, that and performing.

So she's written it down, scattered in margins, along with snippets of future lyrics. It's impossible to choose what is second weirdest, though. Is it a) no longer hiding her patterns from Mira, which means they're also visible to the select few who can see such things? There don't seem to be many of those here, but there are certainly some, and it's unsettling. Rumi's been telling herself she's getting used to this, that she's okay with letting them show, but somehow letting them be seen throws her whenever it happens with anyone but Mira (which is still taking getting used to anyway). Or is it b) being on a hunter hiatus? The Honmoon feels... present, but distant, not at all the same, not as strong, and she doesn't know if that's because they're in a different world or if it's something she needs to fix. There is always something Rumi needs to fix.

Maybe it's c) not being an idol. Before Darrow interrupted her vacation, Rumi hadn't had an actual break since... well, probably since pre-debut. It's not even that she didn't have the option, she just never really took it. Nothing could have been more important than sealing the Honmoon, and being a hunter was inextricable from being an idol. And being an idol meant constant work — dance practices and songwriting and recording sessions, fansigns and calls, tours, music shows, and on and on, and she'd loved every moment and she'd exhausted herself until she couldn't think about the thousand things she didn't want to think about, that she couldn't stop thinking about. Being an idol meant variety shows, but not reality, because Celine never wanted them to have one of those — how could they fight or train with a camera crew behind them while they ride ATVs or go swimming or whatever the other idols are doing these days? Being an idol meant early days and late nights, not waking up at noon and feeling like she must be late for schedules she doesn't have.

It makes her feel sort of guilty, like she's slacking off. She's really not good at not working. On days like that, she grabs her guitar and spends an hour on the boardwalk or at Petros Park, just to be doing something. There's a dance studio she's been frequenting, too, to stay in shape and to have somewhere to practice that won't end in her upsetting her neighbors.

"Maybe I need a job," she muses aloud. Getting one would feel like defeat, though, admitting she's stuck. Plus she's never actually had a job that wasn't performing. The closest she's ever gotten was an episode of Workdol where she had to run the cash register at a bakery. Real life feels... weird.

It also doesn't feel very real. She stops outside a Halloween supply store, guitar case strapped against her back, and looks at the costumes on display in the window. "'Undead Pop Star,'" she reads aloud, voice dry. "Oh, 'Vampire Politician,' yes, wow, a costume every child would want. Wow. Is this place real?" Maybe she's having a very early midlife crisis. Maybe she's gone insane. It's really hard to be sure sometimes.

[ Relaxation stresses Rumi out. Come say hi again or meet her! It's as good a time as ever, and she could use friends. Open until this says otherwise. ]

npcdarrow posting in

thecityneversleeps

The winds change suddenly. The peaceful Irish air is different, now. There's the faint scent of car exhaust, unfamiliar animals and an ocean she's never met — an ocean that lacks her son. But there's more than that. In a way that she’s battled against in Ireland, the air here is stiff with emotion, with sadness and pain, embarrassment and frustration, and anger, oh… so much anger.

She can do so much good here, she's certain. They needn’t suffer a moment longer.

With a heavy clunk, she directs her owls to help her look out the window. Across the stepping stones that lead to her doorway — yet more faeries she's helped free from the shackles of emotion — an unfamiliar coast greets her, with an equally unfamiliar skyline beyond it. She doesn't know what city this is, who peoples it, but she knows that whoever they are, they need her help.

“Oh, these poor dears,” she says, her heart going out to them. “So many complicated, icky little emotions.” She lifts a clawed hand and strokes the feathers of one of her beautiful owls. It coos at her, and she smiles fondly.

“Go, my lovelies,” she says. “Bring my jars, and strip them of these awful, nasty feelings.”

The owls coo and hoot as they fly out of the hut and over the water, towards the city. In a group, in pairs, and singly, they fly across the land, jars clutched in their talons, and they seek out the feelings their mistress so wishes to release these people from.

It isn’t enough. Macha gasps when she realizes that their first trip out yields only… a softening. That isn’t right. She cannot let them languish in this misery, but something is dampening her magic.

“Again, my sweets,” she says to them, feeling the weight of her responsibility, heavy as the stone she carries.

They make several trips to and from the stone hut vaulted over the sea by its surprisingly sturdy wooden stilts. The stepping stones lay sad and unmoving, lapped as they are by the surf. Trip by trip, jar by jar, the hut begins to fill. Across the city, people are sapped of their horrible, nasty feelings, giving them a well-deserved peace. It may take more than one pass of her magic, but Macha is determined: these people need her help.

Their work has begun, and it is far from over.

[ Macha, the owl witch, has arrived to Darrow! This gathering is set anywhere in the city, any time that works for your pup. As a reminder, this plot is entirely opt-in! More information can be found here and here, and if you have any questions that may not be answered there, please don't hesitate to contact Kara. Tag in, tag each other, and remember to bottle those feelings! ]

jackabbot posting in

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September 23, 2025:

Jack interviews for a job at Darrow General Hospital (and gets it). He and Robby discuss it over decent hospital teriyaki and terrible hospital coffee.

[ HERE | complete | profanity ]

missgandy posting in

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She hit the floor, discarded among open cans of soup and splatters of blood, and thought, "Typical."

( Very vague spoilers for the end of Weapons )

A busy cafe.

"What?" She breathed, heart hammering, eyes wild as she took in the scene. She was standing in the middle of a busy cafe, just outside of the ordering line. It looked like the morning rush, people with messenger bags and briefcases, looking harried on their way to work. It smelled like coffee and pastries. Her stomach lurched, both starved and sickened. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten.

"What the fuck?" She murmured to herself, stumbling out of the way of some guy on his cell phone barreling up to the counter to bark out his order. "Hey, watch it!" She seethed, but he'd already moved on.

Blinking dazedly, she shook her head, trying and failing to make sense of... any of this.

"Excuse me? Hello?" She finally snapped, her thin voice cutting through the din. "Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?"

[[At the coffee shop of your choice! Be the person to take pity on her, or find her later sitting at a table with a muffin, or even wandering the streets looking dazed. Open to all, gimme gimme. Oh, and if you have questions or need some info, go here.]]

nothingmorehorrifying posting in

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For the last week, a fragment of a song has tugged at Wanda's mind. Both familiar and foreign, she's looped it in her thoughts like tires spinning in mud, as if she might somehow jog something free if only revs hard enough. Sometimes, just as she's drifting to sleep, she imagines herself at the beginning of a road, the one the song tells her to find, but every time she tries to reach out further, she wakes.

In her waking hours, the song pokes at her, just out of reach like popcorn between her teeth. There's never enough melody to hum into her phone or enough words to plug into a search engine. In all the books of magic she's read, nothing quite catches fits. All the roads are metaphorical and voiceless. Even walking Darrow's ley line tells her nothing.

So, Wanda resigns herself to the annoyance. It's annoying but not troubling and she has other things to keep herself occupied. Over the last few months, she's been slowly building up both her courage and her online presence and, today, a stack of flyers. Beneath her name and the QR code for a simple website she's built, Wanda advertises herself as a "magic and witchcraft consultant." The title is silly and a little grandiose, but she thinks it captures the spirit of the help she wants to provide. There are certain adversaries and tribulations in Darrow that she can help with, not as an Avenger, but as a witch.

Since her return to Darrow, it's been so much easier to retreat to Pelagos Lighthouse, spending untold hours reading through the vast collection of magical texts left behind by Dr. Strange and its previous occupants. Ever since the meteor shower and talking to Sabrina, it's crystalized just how much she's been hiding, rather than learning. Wanda's abilities can help people and people can bring her out into the world again.

( Cut for length + erring on caution for MCU spoilers )

[[Wanda's item isn't a physical object. Instead, the Ballad of the Witches' Road has arrived to Darrow's airwaves to entice and confuse her. Other pups can hear the song too and can react to Wanda's confusion/shock/BSOD OR you can catch her earlier in the day, advertising her services as a witch for hire.

beklemmt posting in

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Jae-eun has thought about this for a long time now, about getting a tattoo. Back home, it would have been another mark against him, would have made him look like a criminal, though not in the ways he is and not in the ways they already regarded him as being. That part doesn't bother him; he didn't belong in too many ways for one more to matter. It's more that they're expensive. They're expensive and he doesn't have a job and he worries about that. Sihyun never makes him feel like a burden — Jae-eun can do that perfectly well on his own — but the fact remains that he balks at spending that much on himself under his current circumstances.

( CW for mentions of self-harm. )

The process is a long one, and it does hurt at times. It feels good, too, though, and the physical part doesn't matter as much as the thrum of excited nerves as Ginny works, the buzz of the needle unexpectedly soothing. When it's done, he could swear his heart stops for a moment, relief seeping through him to the bone. He knows where the letters are, could still trace them if he wanted to. He doesn't want to. They're hidden now, tucked between flowers, vines, and leaves — some leaves that look like music notes, some vines that are also piano keys. He's not sure he'll ever be able to feel the same way about music, that he'll ever recover how easy it was a long, long time ago, but it's still a part of him, too. And this, this is beautiful, hope growing over despair. Ginny pretends she doesn't notice him getting teary-eyed as she goes over care instructions.

"It looks good," Sooyoung says, grinning. He's seated outside Bakery Bitna a few days later, and she's got her daughter on her hip. "You have to give me her number. I've been thinking of getting something done." When noona heads off with her baby to continue with her day, Jae-eun stays where he is, fingertips brushing over the fresh ink, his injeolmi and coffee half-forgotten. The feelings are, as always, complicated and sometimes contradictory, but the last few days, he's felt lighter, too.

[ Find Jae in the little Asian district in the Northwest of town. A good time to meet him or reconnect!! He's unlikely to go into any detail at all about what he covered up or how it got there or why. Open until this says otherwise. ]

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