OPEN.

he could have used regular paint, sure, but he got face paints. as much as forrest was trying to be fun and spontaneous and cool, he was still... well, forrest. and so he can't just paint someone in acrylics and just not freak out. so he's got brushes and he's got face paint and body paint in a million different colors. maybe too many. but he's taking this seriously.

(once again, he's really not great at being spontaneous or fun or cool).

"okay uh... where am i painting?" he asks, softly. "and uh like... do you uh, have preferences? things you would uh... like. hate?" this is the spontaneous part. he has no plan of what to paint. or as little of an idea as he can have. and sure, all of this will wash off easily, but it still feels important. "or uh, special requests? i guess?"

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--

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."

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."

@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."

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

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?"

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 . "

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. 

Savannah Forrester aka AnnaSophia Robb, Hufflepuff 6th year.

OPEN.

"what uh... what c-color do you want?" he only ordered a few. forrest is trying to become more comfortable with the idea of nail polish, but there was a good chance it would be removed before they went anywhere public. but at the moment, he's got a couple of shades of green, black, and then pink. not a big selection, but he had been rushing. "i'm uh. sorry there's not uh. a lot."

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.”

closed — @eclvpses

Parker laughs as she reaches up, brushing her fingers through the strands of his hair. "Can I just tell you how excited I was when you asked me come with you tonight?" She scrunches up her nose, a smile curving her features. It's probably the most sober she's been since Daniela's death and it was because she didn't want to do anything to hurt the man in front of her because he meant the world to her. Even if there was a tall man who had a way of getting under skin or snatching her breath away like she wasn't allowed to have it. "What are we doing first? Dancing or... the buffet in the back?"

closed starter for @marimelwrites

"Oh my God, I knew it! You’re in love with my brother!" Forrest got up, pacing her living room. "Were you using me this whole time to get to him?"

@ofginjxints wanted forrest

It had been a mistake getting involved with the musician, but Forrest had to admit that it was thrilling and, well, there was something just a little irresistible about Kyle. Still, standing in the beautiful penthouse suite of the ridiculously expensive hotel in New York City, Forrest regards the city bustling to life below as he takes a sip of his coffee. Kyle is rustling behind him, instead of turning to face him, though, the older man simply speaks to the glass. "I think we have to end this."

with  forrest  frey    /    @stvvlblcde

        ❝  look!  ❞ tugging  gently on  his  arm,  she pointed at the flower stand that had caught her eye. it was no secret that the queen favored the street of blooms more than any other area of the city, which was why laena had wanted to see the street for herself. now wandering along it, fluttering from one vendor to the next, the air filled with the sweet perfume of flowers, she understood completely. if it wasn't so crowded and if she also had her sketchbook, she would have paused to draw some of the flowers on display.        ❝  aren't those bouquets beautiful?  ❞ perhaps she should purchase one for the princess; a vase of fllowers would be a pretty sight for her to see when she finally awoke.