#( &. threads - forrest )

[downspirals]

OPEN: FORREST.

[ text: ] i'm sending pictures of the most amazing trees [ text: ] you'll be obsessed with all my forest expertise [ text: ] image attachment.

[dent-de-leon]

Thinking again about how Mollymauk wasn't just born under a Ruidus flare in the cursed Savalirwood, he's also the only one who was raised on any sort superstitions about the red moon, was warned that it had the ability to twist fate. He's a follower of Sehanine and worships her with a Moonweaver Oracle deck. And there's an entire practice and history of divination that draws from Ruidus instead, the opposing force to everything his goddess stands for:

"I should also warn you: tales have been told of a malicious, manipulative, and deceitful deck known as "The Red Moon Oracle." It is said to delight in chaos and disaster. Avoid it at all costs!"

Thinking about how Kingsley is born from both Molly and Lucien's souls, how the Nine Eyes novel shows them speaking with their goddess through dreams in the interim between life and death. Kingsley waking after a dream where the Moonweaver gives him another tarot reading. The implication that he might still instinctively remember why he should avoid the red moon and its followers at all costs, the possibility that he still dreams of the goddess who was there for him from his very first moments--

[thirtecnth]

@cryptidkeepp / closed event starter / forrest banks setting: the lake

"How much do I have to pay you to grab me another margarita? Seriously, have you tried these? Fucking bomb, Forrest."

[curreres]

continued from: here. / @cryptidkeepp

"oh, sure. honestly, i could probably use the company. it's not really too stimulating to walk around here in silence," luxanna admits with a small smile, falling into step with forrest as they slowly made their way around. "honestly, things that remind him of my mom," she admits, though it's sad to say -- she tries to keep her tone light, though. no sense in making their conversation about grief. "she used to collect porcelain dishes. nothing that matches, usually. she just liked to display pieces she thought were pretty. if i can find those lingering around, i consider it a successful trip. "

[backmaskcd]

closed starter for @cryptidkeepp (forrest)

"Hey, Timber man," Milo chirped as he came up behind Forrest at the auto shop, hoisting himself up on one of the cars sitting around. "Are you almost done with work? I'm constantly bored here and I figured today was your lucky day to entertain me."

[exmcrtis]

location: the daily grind

closed starter for: @cryptidkeepp (forrest)

caper's daily trips to the daily grind were starting to become a problem. it was a necessity to have caffeine of sorts after rising early, claiming it was a way to prep for the long day ahead. of course, the folks working behind the counter knew caper's name at this point; they liked to think it was because the name 'capernaum' didn't pop up super often, but ultimately they knew it was because they saw them every morning. at least they provided some sort of entertainment in the form of the duckling that rode along in their pocket. there was a lot to unpack when it came to caper leeds.

entering the coffee shop now, they paused at the long line to the counter, lips pursing momentarily. she figured it'd be best to sit and wait awhile, only spotting one empty chair in the whole place. she recognized the person already occupying the space, figuring it would be the safest route to try and sit with someone she knew at least by face. quietly, caper approached the table, a hand cradling the bib pocket on her overalls where beaker was quacking irritably.

"hi," they greeted, flashing a shy smile. "you're forrest, right?"

[oculiaperticlausi]

closed — @eclvpses

Parker couldn't deny it. She was a little nervous but not a nervous like it was going to go bad but like butterflies in the stomach nervous. She raises her hand and knocks on the door, dropping her hand to her side as she places her hands down by her side as she turns her head to look around her until she hears the door open, a smile curves her features as she pinches the bottom of her dress. "Hi."

[seolinah]

closed for @richlust // ft. amy

"Oh god, please don't look at me like that. I'd rather you just be angry than do this whole disappointed look you got going on."

[thefvrious]

@queenxfthedxmned wanted forrest

"I really don't know about all this." Forrest confessed, looking at her with a slightly pained expression. He had to be careful with whom he fraternized, after all. "I feel like we're going in two totally different directions."

[theirmadness]

for @barkskins, based on this. ♡

every breath hurt. he was sure that they had broken his ribs. cody had taken more than a few beatings in his life, but this one had been pretty darn bad. if he hadn't arrived, things would've gotten worse. one of the guys had started pulling his pants down by the time his saviour had come swinging in. cody watched through a swollen eye, as he beat them to a pulp with incredible strength. the others ran away in fear. it was incredible. his heart was thundering in his chest when he lowered himself to his level and looked him in the eye. were those... fangs? he must have been hallucinating, or something.

the stranger scooped him up from the parking lot like he weighted nothing. his head was heavy. he wanted more than anything to just fall asleep, let the heavy darkness embrace him. but instead, he felt something pressed against his lips. a voice whispering drink, in his ear, echoing in his mind. he suckled, and the second the metallic taste touched his tongue, he felt like he had been jolted awake. both of his hands grabbed hold of the wrist that was held up to his lips, and cody now drank greedily from the vampire's open cut. he drank until every wound in his body healed, and he was no longer on death's door. when the wrist was pulled from him, cody chased after it.

lips dripping blood, his eyes hooded as he looked up at the pale, handsome face staring down at him, the moon shining bright behind him. he was beautiful. cody felt entranced. ❝ are you an angel? ❞ he breathed, quietly reaching out for his face, but not quite touching him. his grandmother was pretty religious. right now, it was almost like he could see his halo. he swallowed, still tasting the blood in his mouth. he felt amazing. it was like... taking all the best drugs and more. but no side effects. ❝ am i in heaven? ❞ he glanced down at his hands, touched his face, his ribs. nothing hurt any more. not even the small cuts and bruises from his job at the bar, or from previous fights.

he was like a blank slate. ❝ holy shit. ❞ this was amazing.

[downspirals]

@versin-surfin ... liked (for forrest).

"i brought you water." he had also brought the other home. it was rare that anyone in town went to the victor's village, but forrest had made a few trips. almost all of them included making sure that haymitch made it home safe. "are you hungry?"

[cxnsiglixrx]

Closed Starter

I would. He wanted to say. Klaus would weep for her, even though the knight knew he should not. "I don't think so, my Lady. I think plenty of people would miss your company." One wrong step, and his head would end up on a spike. Klaus knew of the relationship Colette had with her siblings, her being an illegitimate child and all. It was funny how loudly monarchs spoke, despite their guards being just outside their doors.

He pushed those thoughts to the side now, his eyes dancing between the street and the woman. "What is it we've come for, exactly?" Cont from here // @mcnarchs

[loveofcharacters]

continued from here. @lostxones

He didn't believe her in the slightest and decided to ignore the attempt at winning that argument since he was busy enough trying to win the current argument. As she turned to face him, his eyes scanned her facial features. It had been three days since he'd been this close to her, and jesus christ had he missed it. Three days wasn't a long amount of time, but if felt like three months to him. He could see the redness forming in her eyes, "What if I didn't get a girlfriend? What would have happened?" He asked. "What if I asked you to be my girlfriend? Right now, what would you say?"

[nubivgant]

with nisa forrester : @regalitied location : the street of flour

                     more often than not , her beloved handmaidens frequented the market streets of king's landing on her behalf . but , considering she had felt like a caged bird for the past several days , she collected herself and set out on an adventure for a plethora of lemon cakes . ceria had been a loyal patron of this particular baker since she first arrived to king's landing --- vaella's very favorite stall for honey cakes . she herself had frequented the baker many a time on behalf of the queen . eyes darted around the venue , attempting to perceive exactly how many nobles were feeling in good enough spirits to treat themselves . " does it look like rain ? " she excused , hoping her darting eyes didn't put off the northern lady . " i think i see a storm cloud along the horizon . "

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @atvrvxia​​

“my brother loves you.” forrest let the statement sit there in the air for a moment, something he knew was true, something she couldn’t dispute despite her requests. “he’s believed i’ve taken everything from him since childhood, loathes me as much as he loves me.” you couldn’t steal someone who wanted to be taken, but forrest wouldn’t aid in shattering his brother’s heart, he wouldn’t fight, not without cause. “tell me you don’t love him.” lie convincingly enough, he should have added. 

[voxvulgi]

a Mark starter for @ghospoke​

“Your name is Forrest?”

The question comes out before Mark can suppress it. It wasn’t uncommon to make small talk with customers, but this young man seemed very shy. He didn’t look at Mark once as he scanned his groceries. Even as he handed over his credit card, his eyes were averted. It was while processing the credit card payment that Mark noticed the young man’s name and couldn’t keep his mouth shut about it.

It was a unique name. A lovely name.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to be intrusive, sir, but it’s a really wonderful name,” Mark elaborated, hoping the compliment would patch the awkwardness. Forrest Greene. Did he get bullied for that name in high school? That would have been preposterous. Mark thought his name was beautiful.

The payment was finally verified, and Mark handed the card back with a large smile. “Thank you for visiting. We hope to see you back soon.”