#unityforged

[khaleesiie]

surprise starter for @unityforged ♥

" i didn't leave her alone, i left her with my mom. why are you making such a big deal out of this ? "

[middlefade]

Closed for @unityforged ~ Maria & Adora.

Busy hands still above the table of dried flowers. Her palms flatten, fingers straightening where they hover, as if to physically represent her pause. Someone is lost. It doesn't usually happen so suddenly. Most times the feeling persists slowly from stepping off the path and simple misdirection until someone is well and truly lost. She can sense it before it happens in some cases. She'll wake with the knowledge that something is coming her way. It's been a while since someone wandered into her neck of the woods. It feels new. Drastic. As if someone is looking for her directly and she can't be found— because she can't be found.

Her feet carry her with purpose before her mind has caught up, cloak clutched in one hand and small leather pouch thrown across her body. She hurries out to meet them, not needing to know the way— wherever they are is where she'll end up. After a few minutes of brushing passed new ferns and ancient trees, Adora finds herself slipped through time. It isn't obvious to her how; she has no memory of the lost footsteps she's headed to.

[remaineds]

closed starter for @unityforged !

it's just so like sarah to show up at his dressing room unannounced after days of leaving his last text message unanswered, isn't it? "you said you wanted to talk." yeah, last weekend. "so talk."

[sunliights]

a closed starter for @unityforged based on this post featuring lula.

"i really appreciate the private showing. i've been trying to catch this exhibit during it's opening hours for ages but my work is so... unpredictable." she offers them a smile, brushing some hair over her shoulder. "it's nice to meet someone who can appreciate the love for... culture."

[rosesonbreeze]

@unityforged | liked for a starter call, based on this

"You're not like my other clients." Araminta has been thinking it for awhile now. Ever since the tall, drink of water became a constant figure at the national museum. None of the aristocratic heir of typical art collectors, or the obvious 'nouveau riche' sensibilities of those trying to prove their good taste. No, they are unlike anyone else. A piece that didn't fit, but one that clung to her every word. The head curator purses her lips, glancing away from their fine features and onto the body of work in question. "Hope that doesn't offend. I just can't quite place your tastes." Everyone could enjoy art, but collecting it? Well, there's a reason only the richest frequent the private gallery. "Do you like it?" She nods to the sculpture, made by a famed artist known for their romanticism.

[dinglhoppr]

angsty starter for @unityforged !

Ariel had known Archie for several weeks now, but she still hadn’t told him her secret. Lately she’d noticed that he had been acting a little…differently. She wasn’t sure why. They had gotten close, and she thought everything was fine between them. He was the one human she had grown to care about. Did he know she was keeping something from him? Was he realizing she wasn’t being entirely truthful with him? Or was it something else completely? Maybe it wasn’t even about her. Maybe something was bothering him. Whatever it was, she knew they needed to talk. She needed to know what was wrong. The small house boat at the docks, where she lived when she stayed ashore, didn’t have very much space for two people. This is why she had come over to his place. Once he let her inside, she wasn’t sure what to say or where to start. “Is everything okay, Archie?” she asks slowly. “It just seems like you’ve been acting a little…different.”

[mineforfree]

closed starter for @unityforged

"i'm not sorry, he was being a fucking asshole. he deserved a punch in the face." the red solo cup had dumped over the guy's head and davie had been pushed out the front door. "i don't know why you hang out with pricks like that."

[goldngods]

mickey had been called many things in his life, but impolite had never one of them. he always minded his manners, just like his ma had taught him, and he never would’ve broken into his partner’s house unless it was absolutely necessary — even the people he killed, he never broke into their homes, because showing up at someone’s house uninvited was downright rude. —, but with the police hot on his trails, the blood on his clothes (both his and not) and the throbbing stab wound in his arm, mickey hadn’t been left much choice. “i’m sorry to barge in. i didn’t want to knock on your front door and run the risk of a neighbor seeing me.” he said, smiling as if bleeding out in the middle his sweetheart’s living room was just another tuesday. “i need your help. do you have a first aid kit? also, i broke the lock on your backdoor, if i’m still alive by saturday i promise i’ll fix it.” // closed starter for @unityforged , based on source.

[fcxglove]

continued for @unityforged from source

halle nodded though she still didn’t believe he was fine as he had told her. “uh, yeah… exciting. really didn’t see that one coming.” though she supposed that was how it was suppose to work. “what are you doing out here anyway? i thought you’d be one of the first people to find me.” or maybe his absence was just so loud to her because he was one of the first people she looked for after she had said yes to her boyfriend.

[honeyhour]

continued. / @unityforged

she gives a noncommittal hum, pulling the ice back enough to catch a better glimpse of the mark. he might not feel the extent of the pain just yet, but he no doubt will tomorrow and since she’s sort of to blame, maggie can’t help but feel responsible to help. “yeah, i’m fine... looks like you got the raw end of the deal here, not me.” she sighs now too, pushing some loose hair behind her ear. “i don’t know about you, but i’d rather be insulted a little than punched in the face.”

[khaleesiie]

@unityforged continued from here. ♡

manicured fingers trace the rim of her glass, a quiet distraction from the way his presence is already unearthing things she'd long since tried to bury. " i've been… good, " she lies, because admitting anything else feels too dangerous. " i live here, i mean it's pretty recent, but yeah. " her lips press together for a brief second before she lifts her blue gaze to meet his. " and you? do you live here ? "

[middlefade]

closed for @unityforged.

Night has always suited him, even before it was nearly all he had. It's a lonely life to live— and there are a lot of things Chance has learned to live without. A lot of people he's learned to live without. When he vanished, trading golden hours for blue ones, it was without choice. When he got back a semblance of who he had been before, the people he left behind felt ineffably far from him. It felt like this choice was taken from him too: it was impossible, least he thought so, to bridge the sudden gap between what he was and who he'd been. It was like a second death. His friends would move on, his family was already gone. If there was someone in his heart as it slowed its beats permanently— not to a complete stop— what use would it be to pursue them? What future did he have with someone who would grow old while he stayed horrifically the same? It's cruel, time. It cheats.

All this logical reasoning, all this existential bullshit falters as his gaze falls on a familiar face. One he'd convinced himself he'd never see again. How stupid he had been to think his afterlife would ever go as planned when his first one hadn't. Chance stops just outside the halo of a streetlight, shock still. Grief hangs heavy around his neck like a leash, a noose. It drags him forward into the light when he should run, it digs half moons into his palms. His blood runs cold in a way that reminds him of the North Atlantic in April and he can't manage to cut himself loose. He's miserable when the question falls from his parted lips, "Matthew?"

[heavenstrvck]

@unityforged liked this starter for a post from a test muse (olivia)

"i think about your dumb face all the time"

[sunliights]

a continuation from here for @unityforged

thea braces herself for it because what other choice does she have? she’s going to die. all because of her stupid, good for nothing boyfriend. she turns herself slowly to face the man that had been chasing them; if she’s going to die then she’s got no choice but to face it head-on. she won't cry and scream. won't give david the satisfaction of hearing it. then the person before her speaks and she… she’s so taken aback that she almost chokes on air. “you — am i okay?” the question comes out entirely startled, her head whipping around as if she’s on some sort of punk’d show. “i — i’m fine? i think?”

[bittcrsuite]

@unityforged liked this post for a smutty starter !

“please stop teasing me and fucking get to it already.”

[deepsdive]

                              closed      for      @unityforged!

❝      aren't      you      embarrassed?      ...      coming      back      here      with      your      tail      between      your      legs,      after      cheating      on      me?      ❞