The Lady Amalthea

The last unicorn roleplay account. Novella; Literate; super chill mun “The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night."

[lilacwoodlands]

“ I have to trust the hunger that I now feel,  still I bow to Time:  my end. It is sweet as it is soft. -If only I could remember.  ❞ Opalescent strands tumbled all around her encasing her pious form within their waves as she wandered through the halls. She should remember why she is here, why the waves are so deafening, why her body feels so cold, and her checks feel so wet. It is all at the tip of her tongue though, perhaps another step and she’ll remember--another glance behind her shoulder and she’ll forget; however, she does no more as her white skin illuminates by the windowsill, casting no shadows in her radiant glow. For the moment, her thoughts shudder within her before dying down into silence.

[corruptclassic]

Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.

Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn (via corruptclassic)

[rianbowart]

Lady Amalthea: The Last Unicorn commission piece done!

8.5" x 11" 300gsm aquarelle paper Prang Watercolors stabilo fineliner pens

commissions are open! Send me a note at [email protected] for more info!

[wonderbout]

[nosignofwings]

animated heroine appreciation week | day 5 | ↳ favorite heroine from other studios

I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am no longer like the others, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but I now I do. I regret.

[lilacwoodlands]

To the Late Christopher Lee

Goodbye King Haggard, Goodbye Christopher Lee.  You brought this all to life, even to me.  I’ll miss you, but I know I will love you more for you showed me a whole new world I need to explore.  That, sometimes, dreams really do come true.  Unicorns exists, Wizards are real, and even legends must walk through the door. At long last, with the tip of a hat, a bow at the waist, no longer make haste. It is alright to be late Christopher Lee. 

[beyondthegoblincity]

—The Last Unicorn (2010)

[beleznegra]

[wordsnquotes]

When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.

E.M. Forster, “The Other Boat” (via wordsnquotes)

[lilacwoodlands]

[lilacwoodlands]

I re-read Two Hearts and I am nothing but tears. I really wish I had more The Last Unicorn Role-players. I miss palegrace​. I miss talking to people who know The Last Unicorn. ;__________;

[reenieonart]

Amalthea paint over. Messing with Loish brushes.

[crooksandthieves]

part of a wraparound cover for one of my favorite books ever, The Last Unicorn! i’ll put up the whole thing soon; just want to make a few adjustments after my teacher takes a look at it and i get some feedback.

[lilacwoodlands]

   The wind is white with mist as she stands upon the dark sands and watches the waves crawl forth before pummeling into the rocks with their energy colliding in a spray of sea foam. To her once, it seemed like something more. As if the glistening of the bright waves were once the glint of iron bars, but now, even that she could not recall upon thought and instead saw only the delicate hue of colors and felt the cold mist upon even colder, decrepit, weak, pale skin. 

   It is when she feels the rush of magic, the presence of another immortal that she remembers who she is and what she is doing, and why she is trapped. “Why would you come here, of all the places to be, why would you come here?”

[foolishcreature]

If you have become human enough to cry, then all the magic in the world cannot change you back.

[lilacwoodlands]

´¨¤.¸¸.  The Last Unicorn Role-Play.

Like this for a starter ´¨¤.¸¸.  

[schmendrick-the-magician]

“I would court you with more grace,” he said, “if I knew how. My dragons and my feats of arms weary you, but they are all I have to offer. I haven’t been a hero for very long, and before I was a hero I was nothing at all, nothing but my father’s dull, soft son. Perhaps I am only dull in a new way now, but I am here, and it is wrong of you to let me go to waste. I wish you wanted something of me. It wouldn’t have to be a valiant deed–just useful.” Then the Lady Amalthea smiled at him for the first time since she had come to stay in King Haggard’s castle. It was a small smile, like, the new moon, a slender bend of brightness on the edge of the unseen, but Prince Lir leaned toward it to be warm. He would have cupped his hands around her smile and breathed it brighter, if he had dared.

The Last Unicorn, Peter S. Beagle (via schmendrick-the-magician)