#( &. threads - forrest )

[sunshinecatmom]

The last two days have been hectic. Our water softener hoes is cracking because of how old and cold it is. We lost some skirting, though we got it fixed for now. Water will be back on in the morning. I wanted to share some Elven because I have been missing him, I am getting him caught up. Then, I am finishing the game this week. Next, I am making Bellara's love. I am thinking Fenris's son, warrior, Veil Jumper, and elf. I will share him on Monday. In this post, Elven finished having Bellara's back with her brother Cyrian. It didn't end the way either of them wanted it to. No matter what, the team has her back. Neve and Elven met with the Threads. Got some info and hung out. Then Harding went to check on dwarves in an area of Kal Sharok after they were unresponsive.

[leomlarson]

closed: @forrestxconrad

location: under the sea prom

"This is...weird," Leo drawled, looking around the gym warily. He'd spent a lot of time there, unwillingly attending assemblies, more willingly attending pep rallies, or chaperoning dances just like this one, but actually attending a dance here himself? It had something of an uncanny valley effect.

He turned to look at his coworker. "I'm getting this weird feeling. Like I should be grading papers right now."

[abrvcadvbra]

open to all | @indiestarter

"i would love to help you, truly, but i’m currently suffering from a terminal case of 'not my problem' and my doctor says there’s no cure."

[ephemeralove]

"Katarina, right?" The girl from the first battle, with the soft grey eyes. She'd apologised when she'd struck Forrest. She'd been sweet. "I wanted to thank you– even though you pack a punch in battle. You were kind about it. Here"

Forrest presented the girl with the bracelet. Made of woven cord in a chevron pattern, of colours a little softer than those found in the Blue Lions banner. "You fought well."

"Oh..."

Katarina doesn't know what else to say at first. Fingers reach hesitantly for the proffered bracelet, as if afraid it may be pulled from her reach the moment she touches it. Yet as she lingers, it remains, and when finally she dares to take hold of it -- Forrest lets her. Logically, she would not have expected otherwise.

But as she is, her lips curl faintly, a growing smile that turns surer by the second. How long has it been since...? Slipping her hand through the loop, she lets it dangle on her wrist, admiring it a moment longer before looking back to her former opponent.

"...Thank you. You, too -- you fought well." The words, when she finds them, feel too plain -- not enough even when spoken gently -- but they are all she has, so she says them. "I... I appreciate it. And... the color is very pretty."

Another pause; digits fidget gingerly with the cord already, as though it belongs with her and her thoughts. (Or maybe it doesn't, tangled as they are; or maybe it is a reason to speak up, just the once.)

"A, and...! It... was nice to meet you, Forrest. Thank you."

Perhaps she will continue to wear it even as the moon changes. The color may not suit her, but it is still her favorite.

[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.

[fcrtnite]

continued  ·  LARKEN & REACHER  ·  @h-a-unted

“no, he's always been good at any sport that he tries. jake works really hard." larken's head tilted as the boy ran across the field after another teammate who had the ball in his sights. “sometimes i think he takes it too seriously and forgets that this is supposed to be fun." jake was a sweet kid, but he could be hard on himself and felt pressure not to lose. she was convinced that it had a lot to do with how his father used to berate him over the smallest things. healing those emotional wounds had been an uphill battle. at least reacher encouraged him. “yeah, he'll want to go to the pizza place down the block. that's his favorite.” 

[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. "

[bcckmcskcd]

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."

[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.

[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."

[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."

[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."

[tineoffreege]

.3 A kiss on the forehead

Tine is in awe's of how graceful Princess Forrest is

Lithe fingers dancing with the thread mending Tine's skirt

She's unsure when she damaged it

within the whirlwind of those past few days

It doesn't matter in the moment Tea forgotten the cup losing its warmth as she holds it entranced.

Tine can somewhat sew, just enough to fix small holes without embarrassing herself.

And to appreciate the other girls mastery

She would love to ask questions

maybe suggest that they could start a fashion club at school if she felt bold enough

but even starting a conversation about the weather seems unnecessary now.

Of course any work at some point comes to an end

And as such, there's the moment when Princess Forrest gives Tine the skirt back.

There's a formal thank you crossing Tine's mind, almost spilling out reflexively, before she stops.

There are times for a courtlike approach, but this is hardly one.

A favor of kindness should be returned by warmth.

So Tine makes a curtsy, but it's a bit wrong; her head isn't exactly bowed, just more to the side so that Forrest can see that she's still smiling shyly.

Before raising up straight and placing a gentle peck on the princess's forehead.

She lingers a bit, looking back, hoping to convey her gratitude without words.

Not just for the mending of her skirt, but also for mending her troubled heart.

[helltechnicality]

@downspirals asked: 🎲 from Forrest stuck in an elevator, it's been almost an hour and there's still no sign that help is on the way

being dead has many advantages to match against the many disadvantages. one being that he has nothing but time on his hands. edwin does not have the needs for sleeping or sleeping. he doesn't have deadlines or events that draw his time from anything but what he wants to do. so being stuck in a metal box for an hour is far from an inconvenience to him. mildly irritating, sure. but not a detriment to his day.

" i am sure the fire department will be along shortly. i won't leave until you're out. " which he very much could do. the walls are made of galvanised steel and not the trapping iron that would have truly stopped him. but he finds himself unable to leave the other. the oddity of being seen by someone too interesting to pass up. " until then, perhaps we can learn more about each other. i believe that is how friends are made, yes? " charles certainly seemed to paint it that way.

[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?"

[fcrtnite]

continued  ·  LARKEN & REACHER  ·  @h-a-unted

the three word answer ‘i don’t know' did nothing but frustrate her more. although, somehow reacher looked sincere saying it. maybe he simply didn't know … but how could that be possible? it had to have been a targeted attack and she didn't have any enemies – aside from her ex. guns weren't his style and there was more than one shooter. larken readjusted her body on the couch, wincing at the minor injuries on her arms and head. she hummed at the feeling of the wet cloth on her skin. “i guess that would be okay. jake would love it. we can say it's a sleepover for a few nights.” she admitted softly, eyes flicking to the boy's sleeping form at the end of the long sofa. their safety wasn't a concern in her mind. she knew that reacher would take care of them now that he knew there was a threat. “still think there's more you're not telling me.” larken told him and placed a hand on his. “you can trust me, jack.”