#v ; hemlock grove

[sanguinesinners]

@sp00kshowbabyyy

"Sheeeit"

Godfrey mumbled out whilst nestling a cigarette between his plump lips, nose scrunching as he motioned to a random stupid ass group of fellow students, erupting out in childish laughter - Feeling slightly envious of people that can have that much fun in their life.

"What you think they're laughing at?" Peter spoke, head resting back against the brick wall, basking in the sunlight and keeping one eye open, he couldn't really be fucked to reciprocate fully, he was too comfortable.

Roman then scoffed, taking a long drag before blowing out a perfect circle of smoke "Probably naked pictures of their mom's and shit" He gave himself a smug chuckle, as if he thought that he'd get some gold medal for being so fucking funny. Peter hardly reacted, but just let a small half assed laugh out his mouth.

The only entertainment for the two men were to indulge in watching others fuck around, after all, Hemlock High was a ball ache. That was until the group of boys laughter had dissipated and turned into somewhat mumbles and groans, and then some incoherent comments - Which had Godfrey greens fixate onto a unfamiliar fresh face student who seemed to situate herself further down the steps. His eyes never left her, and he was curious as to who she was, he often couldn't give a shit who people were, but he would of definitely remembered if he met her before.

"You know who that is?" He nudged Rumancek, who seemed to jolt away from the wall, who had been awoken from napping. Ocean blues had finally focused on who Roman was indicating at, and with a perplexed expression, he shrugged.

"No. Why would I?" The wolf was just as curious as his friend, but he managed to divert his gaze, just in case the woman felt unnerved by two fucking freaks ogling her. Didn't seem to prevent Godfrey though, fucking typical.

"You should go and talk to her" Godfrey finally broke the silence, after taking in the view "Make more friends and shit. You need it"

Peter brushed off Godfrey's pretty jokes, but he was contemplating on introducing himself, although past encounters had failed due to the fact that he was awkward as fuck, Roman was different, he had no filter and was impulsive little prick, so he would either get what he wanted, would bribe them, or simply not give a fuck and depart from the situation.

This time he hoped it would be different - In fact, they both did.

[storiesforallfandoms]

important business ~ roman godfrey;hemlock grove

word count: 2362

request?: no

description: she goes to visit him at work, and he decides her visit requires his undivided attention

pairing: roman godfrey x female!reader

warnings: swearing, use of y/n, smut (unprotected p in v, oral f receiving, finger fucking, kind of voyeurism?, praise, multiple orgasms)

masterlist (one, two, three)

The sound of stilettos against the tile floors made Roman’s secretary’s ears perk up. There was only one woman who ever came to the Godfrey Institute.

(Y/N) Godfrey was already smiling as she came around the corner. It would look like a friendly smile to anyone else, it’d be friendly to the Institute employees even, if she wasn’t married to the owner of the company. (Y/N) was nice enough, but she had an intimidation to her as well. And Roman loved her so much that he would fire anyone who so much as upset her even a little.

(Y/N) leaned against the desk. “Hey Anne. Is Roman in? I got a text from him asking me to come by the office.”

“He’s in his office on a phone call,” the secretary, Anne, responded. “I can page him to let him know you’re here.”

“No bother. I’ll see myself in.”

Anyone else would be stopped immediately. No one else was allowed to interrupt Roman under any circumstances. But Anne already knew how this was gonna go. Asking to page Roman was only a formality at this point; a rouse of professionalism on both of their parts.

(Y/N) let herself into Roman’s office. He was sat forward, leaning against his desk with the phone in one hand, pressed against his ear. He glanced up as (Y/N) shut the door behind her. His face gave nothing away, but she knew it was his eyes to look at. They lit up the moment she walked into the room.

“Let me call you back, Paul,” Roman said into the phone. “My wife just got here.”

He hung up before hearing the response. (Y/N) raised a playful eyebrow. “I don’t think he’s going to appreciate you cutting him off like that.”

Roman waved away her comment. “Paul is an idiot who doesn’t know jack shit. Listening to him talk makes my brain melt, so I’ll take whatever excuse there is to not talk to him.”

“So, is that why you texted me? To be an excuse?”

“Of course not.”

Roman extended his arms, gesturing for (Y/N) to come closer. She smiled and crossed the room to him. He turned his desk chair to face (Y/N) as she moved around his desk. Roman wasted no time in pulling her onto his lap, moving her legs to straddle him. She was wearing a deep red dress that was knee length and tight to her body. It rode up her thighs as she sat on Roman’s lap, giving him access to cup her ass cheeks.

Roman’s lips found their way to her neck. Her eyes fluttered at the feeling of his soft lips kissing every inch of her neck. He found her sweet spot at the base of her neck, and began to suck at the sensitive skin. (Y/N) let out a moan. She quickly covered her mouth and pushed away from Roman as she remembered herself.

“Rom, we can’t!” she said. “We’re in your office. What if someone walks in?”

“Fuck ‘em. It’s my company. If they have an issue with me fucking my wife, they can start looking for a new job.”

(Y/N) wanted to be firm. It was definitely a bad idea to have sex in Roman’s office, in a building full of his employees who could walk in at any second. But also, it was incredibly hot to see how nonchalant he was being about wanting to fuck her in his office, as well as the general idea of fucking Roman in his office, was turning her on.

He picked her up suddenly, causing her to exclaim in surprise. He kicked the chair away from the desk and shoved anything in his way onto the floor. He placed (Y/N) onto the desk, shoving her dress up so it was bunched around her hips, completely exposing her lower half to him.

(Y/N) and Roman held eye contact as Roman lowered himself to his knees. She watched as he reached out to the intercom that had managed to stay on his desk. He clicked the speaker button and said, “Anne, cancel whatever I have scheduled for the next hour. Anyone comes looking form, I’m busy.”

Anne’s response came almost immediately, “Yes, Mr. Godfrey.”

“She definitely knows what’s happening now,” (Y/N) said.

“I’ll give her a big fat bonus for Christmas.”

Roman hooked a finger into her panties and pulled them to the side. She shivered as his hot breath hit her core. She was about to tell him not to tease her, but it seemed Roman didn’t intend on leaving her waiting for long. He dove into her like a starved man. His tongue immediately dove into her already wet pussy, darting in and out at a pace that was driving her crazy already. (Y/N) gripped Roman’s hair, still a little slick from the hair gel he had put in that morning.

He ran his tongue from her hole up to her clit. He wrapped his lips around the sensitive nub and began to slowly swirl his tongue around it. (Y/N)’s back arched in pleasure. She was biting her lip to try and stifle her moans. She nearly whimpered when he pulled away.

“Don’t you dare muffle those noises,” he told her. “I want the entire building to hear how good I make you feel.”

As if to punctuate his demand, he slipped a finger into her. (Y/N) gasped at the feeling. Roman smirked, satisfied with the noise. He went back to wrapping his lips around her clit while he fucked his finger in and out of her. It was nearly impossible to muffle herself now. To really make sure he got his request, Roman added a second finger and curled them to touch the spongey spot inside (Y/N).

She threw her head back and cried out Roman’s name so loud he was sure the entire floor could hear her. He smirked against her.

The lewd squishing sounds of Roman finger fucking her mixed with her moans filled the room. All of (Y/N)’s concerns about being heard or caught had disappeared completely. All she could think about was Roman; Roman’s tongue on her clit, Roman’s fingers inside of her, how badly she wanted to feel Roman’s dick stretching her out and fucking her ruthlessly.

“Roman,” she moaned. Her fingers curled tighter against his hair, grabbing at the roots and tugging harshly against his dark locks. Roman moaned into her at the feeling. “F-Fuck, I feel so close already.”

“Cum on my fingers then, baby,” he said. “That’s a good girl, let yourself go.”

Her orgasm ripped through her suddenly. She writhed against Roman’s lips, moaning and panting, Roman’s name slipping from her lips. He lapped at her, letting her ride out her high against his face.

When Roman pulled his fingers from her, she actually whimpered at the loss of contact. He stood from the floor, standing over her. He kept eye contact with her as he brought his two fingers to his mouth and sucked them between his lips. The dull ache of post-orgasm between her legs turned into an ache of desire as she watched him suck his fingers clean of her juices. His mouth and chin were still glistening with her.

He pulled her in for a kiss, and she could even taste herself on his lips. It was taking everything in her power not to rip Roman’s pants off right then and there.

As if reading her mind, Roman pulled away and started to unbuckle his belt. “Turn around and bend over the desk. Take your panties off, too, but leave the dress on.”

(Y/N) quickly did as he demanded. She slid her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside onto the office floor. She turned so her back was to Roman and bent herself over his desk, presenting herself to him. She heard the rustling of clothes as he undid his pants and pulled them down. Her heart was pounding with anticipation. She jumped when she felt one of his hands against her hip, then moaned upon feeling the hot head of his cock swiping through her folds. They hardly needed any further lubrication when she was already so wet.

He pushed into her at an agonizingly slow pace. She could feel every inch of him as she stretched out around him, until finally he was completely filling her. (Y/N) moaned at the feeling. Roman reached for one of her hands, intertwining their fingers together. It was a moment of sweetness before she knew what was to come.

Roman gave her just enough time to adjust to being stretched around him before he was ruthlessly pounding into her. The sound of his fingers inside of her had been replaced skin slapping against skin every time he thrusted inwards. With one hand, (Y/N) was still gripping onto Roman’s hand, while the other one was holding onto his desk for support. Not that she thought the desk was going to give much support since it felt like it was about to fall apart at any moment.

Through the haze of lust, (Y/N) managed to giggle at the thought. It was replaced quickly by a gasp when Roman’s other hand found its way to her hair and roughly pulled her off of the desk.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, still roughly fucking into her.

“I-I was thinking about if w-we broke your desk,” she admitted. “It sounds and feels like it may just collapse from under me.”

Roman chuckled at the thought as well. “I guess I’ll just have to get a new, better built desk that can handle just how rough I like to fuck my wife.”

He pushed her back down so that her chest was pressed against the desk again. He put his hand between her shoulder blades, holding her into place. He looked down to watch himself pull out then disappear completely into her. Her ass jiggled every time his pelvic bone met her there. She felt so good, so warm and wet wrapped around him, fitting perfectly around his cock.

There were many things Roman loved about his wife, and one of the top things was how it felt like she was made for him.

The sounds she was making was music to his ears. The feeling of her wrapped around him was heavenly. He never wanted to stop fucking her. If he had a choice - and didn’t have a company to run - he’d spend his days home with her, fucking her in every room of their house, on every surface, until they were both worn.

Roman felt his high creeping up on him. He brushed (Y/N)’s hair off of her face so he could see her. She was positively fucked out, her eyes glazing over with haze and her mouth just hanging open.

“Do you think you can give me one more, baby?” he asked her. “I’m getting close. I want us to cum together.”

She lazily nodded her head. He chuckled. “Do you think you can do it, or do you want my help?”

“No,” she said. “I can do it.”

The hand that wasn’t still holding Roman’s reached between her legs to start rubbing circles into her clit. She could feel him as she pressed on her clit, almost like she was tightening around him. It wasn’t going to take much to make her cum again, but she still quickened her pace so that Roman wasn’t waiting long. Next thing she knew, pressure was building up in her stomach again.

“I’m close,” she breathed.

“Hold on, baby, I’ll tell you when.”

Roman took hold of her hip with one hand, never letting go of her other hand, and thrusted harder. (Y/N) was crying out in pleasure at the feeling of him abusing her g-spot. Through gritted teeth he told her, “Now.”

They let go at the same time, (Y/N) pulsing around him as he coated her walls. He buried himself completely inside of her, making sure not a single drop was wasted. (Y/N) laid her head against the hard wood of Roman’s desk, trying to regulate her breathing.

It wasn’t long before Roman, begrudgingly, had to slip himself from her. He helped her to stand up from the table, although her legs were still shaky. He took her into his arms and brought her to the couch he had in his office so they could both sit down. (Y/N) settled back into Roman’s arms and rested against his chest.

“So this is why you texted me,” she said after a few moments of silence. “So we could fuck in your office.”

His chest vibrated as he laughed. “Can a man not ask to see his wife just because he wants to see her?”

“He can, but the second I walked through the door you were all over me.”

“Can you blame me when you walk in wearing this - “ He pulled at the hem of her dress, which she had almost forgot she was wearing. “ - looking so fucking sexy?”

She giggled as she snuggled further into his chest. “I guess it is partially my fault. Especially when my plan was to walk in here and get your attention dressed like this.”

“You always have my attention. This definitely helped though.”

They both laughed. Roman kissed the top of (Y/N)’s head. She moved so she was facing him and could kiss his lips.

“How much time do you think we have?” she asked him. “Since you asked Anne to clear your schedule for an hour.”

He shrugged. “I’m not sure. It definitely hasn’t been a full hour.”

“Well, let’s use the rest of that time wisely.”

Before he could ask what she meant, (Y/N) was moving to the floor to kneel between Roman’s legs. He smiled, putting his hands behind his head as he watched her pull his still unbuttoned pants down again.

Oh yeah, I am the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

[delightindarkness]

"We could go over for dinner tonight or tomorrow night if you want. Or you can invite him here, whatever you want to do," Eddie assured, stacking a few on Nadia's blocks together with her before he knocked them back down again, making the little girl giggle as they scattered.

Eddie was nervous to truly be a father. Sure, he was there for Nadia, and he'd been there for all her firsts....all the good and the bad, but this was different. Or at least it felt that way.

"When we get married...how would you feel about me adopting Nadia? Us changing her last name legally too? I don't want her to be the only non Munson. It might make her feel left out."

@entangledmuses

"Baby, I'm not worried about what he says. I know how he feels about me. He thinks I'm gonna be an abusive, broken, fu-" he paused, remembering Nadia was there.

"....screw up, and in his eyes I'm never gonna be good enough for you, but I know better," he promised, honestly proud of himself that he caught himself fo quickly. That was one of the harder habits to break. It was right up there with smoking in his book, but he'd managed that too.

"You may not need anything big, but you do deserve something nice. I'm gonna do my best to find the perfect thing for you," he swore.

"Might be better to tell your dad sooner rather than later though."

@entangledmuses

[alphabetbill]

Macabre [ HEMLOCK GROVE ] - Chapter 5

~ description ~

A werewolf whose only skill is running from his fears, a half-upir with no idea of the true darkness lying inside of him, and a girl found alive in the woods months after her mysterious death.

Some secrets in Hemlock Grove should have just stayed buried. In a town that isn't so sleepy after all, monsters of all kinds are wide awake under the surface, crawling their way up.

~ warnings~

This story will contain mature and heavy themes that may involve potentially explicit content, gore and murder, talk of kidnapping and stalking victims, animal death, supernatural/paranormal/religious themes and trauma, any other themes not covered in the general description will probably be tagged here at the start of the chapters that other significant warnings apply to.

A list will be linked here upon completion and upload of each chapter:

Cicada and the Snake

Chapter 1 . Chapter 2 . Chapter 3 . Chapter 4 . Chapter 5 . Chapter 6 . Chapter 7

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c h a p t e r    f i v e .

Roman Godfrey

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ROMAN FINALLY UNDERSTOOD THAT JUDE WAS DEAD. It came like a pin drop, like a sudden realisation of something his brain had refused to let him acknowledge before now. It felt much like a sudden jolt, like the ceiling had fallen, like a sudden blow to the gut that ripped the air from his lungs like a parent snatching a toy from a misbehaving child. 

Staring down a tunnel of trees, he felt something shift in his chest, something that squirmed around, rotten and sickly. All of a sudden he didn't want to do this, but Peter was already out of the car and Roman wasn't about to pussy out and leave him to walk this trail alone.

As he got out of the car, lingering at the start of a dingy forest trail, it hit him in the face as though a wall of air had slammed up, begging him to stop, begging him not to go any further into the trees.

He had not been expecting the sadness that came with standing here in this moment, not the terror or the disgust. Somewhere along this trail, his best friend's body had been left to rot. It left him disturbingly interested in a single question- was she still alive when she reached that ditch?

He thought about the dreams, the woods, the torch, the deer. He wondered if she had felt like he did, trapped in place, surrounded by an unseen enemy, unable to run until it was too late. He wondered if it was quick.

He swallowed thickly and followed Peter like a lost dog into the night.

It was just like the dreams.

Pitch black on all sides with the occasional glimmer of town lights over far-off back fences. The reserve trail began on one side of town, and cut all the way through to the other, separating the trailer park from the rest of civilization with a good few hundred metres between, establishing a clear divide between those who belonged and those who didn't. The Godfrey Estate was on a hill, a spectator, floating above it all, removed from everything and always watching. 

The rhythm of the crickets was jangly and distorted as though they were screaming over the top of each other, like a broken record or a scratched CD. The moon was a claw in the sky and not enough light could tear through the foggy pine needle canopy, so they ended up walking in near-complete darkness.

Roman tried to ignore the ball of ice in his gut, the way his skin prickled every time Peter’s flashlight swept through the underbrush.

"So what are we looking for exactly?" he asked, trying to squash out the tremor in his voice.

"Not sure," Peter said again, the same answer he had given the past four times Roman had asked the question but forgot he asked it. "A clue, feeling, sign, scent. Anything that just feels off".

"I don't know about you but this whole thing feels off man," Roman answered as he rummaged through his coat pocket, "might wanna be more specific."

His fingers shook and he almost dropped the cigarette as he lifted it to his lips, fumbling to get the lighter working.

They found the ditch after about twenty minutes. The police tape was gone, but flowers remained there against a nearby tree with a score mark on it. The cheap fake ones that looked nice but meant nothing, not the real ones. Jude didn't even like flowers. They died every time she tried to grow them, she always thought they brought her bad luck. 

The two boys stood up on the ridge and looked down. 

"Fuck!" Roman cursed, stumbling back, his heart in his mouth.

He was staring at Jude's body. 

She was lying on her side, her auburn hair muddy and knotted. Those wide eyes stared back at him but saw nothing anymore, blood spilling, maggots worming through grey flesh. A jagged sob tore from his throat when it flashed into view. 

It vanished when he blinked his eyes open again. Like a glitch, a snag in the folds of reality, she was gone. 

He did not want to blink again.

"You okay?" Peter asked.

"You...you mean to tell me you didn't just fucking see that?" Roman paced, dragging a hand over his face. He sucked on the cigarette, his heartbeat skittering. He wanted out he wanted out. Away from that fucking ditch, away from where he would have to see. 

He felt sick, and his hand fell to his stomach as though to soothe himself. 

"What? See what?" Peter placed his hands on his shoulders as if to shake him out of it. 

"She was here she was-" he gulped. The ditch was still empty when he looked back down. "She was just lying there. For a second I swear to god I saw her."

"I've seen her before too. The first day you dropped me home I saw her sitting in your car," Peter told him. 

They looked at each other in silence.

The shared dreams and the shared visions. 

"Shee-it."

"Shee-it."

Roman and Peter exchanged a tense look before Peter dropped his gaze, searching the ground as though the answers would materialize in the dirt beneath his boots. He moved a few steps away from the ditch and crouched, combing his flashlight over the area, inspecting every twig, every scuff in the mud. Roman kept his distance, standing with his back to the ditch just in case he saw it again.

"The grass is flat right there," Peter said, rising from a crouched position. He jumped down into the ditch, the ridge at about knee height, and stepped up onto the other side where the grass blades were crumpled, crushed in a distinct line that led further into the trees. He gestured for Roman to follow, and he clenched his jaw, hesitating before hopping down and following Peter’s lead.

They didn't go very far along the path of flattened foliage, just far enough that they could still see the path behind them if they turned their flashlights back in that direction. The further they moved, the more far apart the trees seemed to be, the more darkness that swelled between them.

Eventually Peter smacked his flashlight as its beam began spluttering in a weak glow, before it died. 

“It’s dead,” he muttered, shaking it. 

Roman flicked his own flashlight off and back on, but it only gave a dim flash before it went dark too. Both of them stood frozen, his breathing shallow. "Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me," he cursed, anger coinciding with his growing fear.

He strained his eyes, peering into the darkness, but there was nothing—no movement, no sound, just the dense weight of shadows pressing in around them. 

He saw them, outlined only by the moon straggling through the canopy.

A line of deer. They stood silently and still in a small bit of clearing, staring out from between the trees with blank, glassy eyes. Five of them, their bodies rigid, all too aware of the two boys sharing their presence. Beside one of them, standing by a doe's legs was a smaller shape—a small fawn.

Roman took a step back, his heel crunching against a twig, and the animals darted off once again and back into the trees as though that moment of limbo, that moment in which the deer had seemed so grotesquely aware, had never occurred.

They made their way back to the walking trail and the flashlights stuttered to life again, neither of them in possession of the words to explain it as they walked back the way they came. Something in the air was telling them to leave, and for the first time in his life Roman was happy to listen.

When the two of them got back to the car, Jude was standing beside it.

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mmm. not sure how i feel about this one.

[your-moms-a-dick]

A list that no one asked for; A list of my favorite Scream Queens and Kings

Samara Weaving (The Babysitter, Ready Or Not, Scream VI)

Kyle Gallner (Jennifer's Body, The Haunting In Connecticut, Scream V, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Smile, The Cleansing Hour, Mother May I, The Passenger)

Patrick Wilson (Insidious chapters 1, 2, & 5, The Conjuring 1-3)Hard Candy, In The Tall Grass)

Laurence Fishburne (The Matrix, Event Horizon, Predators, Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors)

Katie Cassidy (Supernatural, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Wolves at the Door, When a Stranger Calls, Black Christmas)

Daniel Kaluuya (Get Out, Nope)

Heather Langenkamp (A Nightmare on Elm Street, Dream Warriors, New Nightmare, Hellraiser Judgement, Home, The Butterfly Room)

Mark Patton (A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge, Swallowed)

Toni Collette (Hereditary, The Sixth Sense, Pieces of Her, Krampus, Fright Night, Knives Out)

Kate Siegel (Hush, The Haunting of Hill House, Midnight Mass, The Haunting of Bly Manor, Ouija, Oculus, The Curse of the Black Dahlia)

Jaeden Martell (IT, IT Chapter Two, Mr.Harrigan's Phone, The Lodge, Knives Out)

Bill Skarsgard (IT, IT Chapter Two, Barbarian, Hemlock Grove, The Devil All the Time, Castle Rock, Villains)

Tony Todd (Candyman, Final Destination 1-5)

Thank you for listening and feel free to add to this

[taleswritten]

Under the cut is a list of muses I have for those who can’t open the google doc. Note: the google doc has detailed information about them so if you can, please open it up.

Bold is primary, italic is secondary, regular is by request.

TVD/TO/LEGACIES:

ELENA GILBERT

KATHERINE PEIRCE

DAMON SALVATORE

ALARIC SALTZMAN

LIZZIE SALTZMAN

josie saltzman

caroline forbes

bonnie bennett

Klaus Mikaelson

FINAL FANTASY:

CLOUD STRIFE (ff7r)

aeirth (ff7 remake)

tifa (ff7 remake)

Jill Warrick (ff16)

Clive Rosfield (ff16)

snow villiers

THIRTEEN REASON’S WHY:

Justin Foley

Bryce Walker

Jessica Davis

Clay Jenson

911/911 LONE STAR:

ATHENA GRANT

MADDIE BUCKLEY

OWEN STRAND

TK STRAND

GRACE RYDER

AHS:

Brooke Thompson

Montanna Duke

donovan

BBC SHERLOCK:

SHERLOCK HOLMES

BRIDGERTON:

Simon Bassett

Daphne Bridgerton

kate sharma/bridgerton

Penelope Featherington

BTVS/ATS

Buffy Summers

CORDELIA CHASE

CAOS:

SABRINA SPELLMAN

ONE CHICAGO:

natalie manning

JAY HALSTEAD

ADAM RUZEK

KIM BURGESS

Hank Voight

CRIMINAL MINDS:

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

DAREDEVIL:

MATT MURDOCK

DEXTER:

DEXTER MORGAN

DCTV:

SARA LANCE

JOHN CONSTANTINE

SPOONER

EUPHORIA:

JULES VAUGHN

RUE BENNETT

FROM DUSK TIL DAWN:

Seth Gecko

Kate Fuller

GOOD GIRLS:

BETH BOLAND

Greys’ Anatomy:

meredith grey

JO WILSON

CARINA DELUCA

Ameila Shepard

GAME OF THRONES:

DANY

Jon Snow

Sansa Stark

NCB HANNIBAL:

WILL GRAHAM

HAUNTING OF BLY MANNER:

DANI CLAYTON

PETER QUINT

HEMLOCK GROVE

PETER RUMANCEK

HTGAWM:

CONNOR WALSH

LAW AND ORDER SVU:

OLIVIA BENSON

Elliot Stabler

kathleen stabler

alex cabot

casey novak

LOST GIRL:

BO DENNIS

LUCIFER:

CHLOE DECKER

lucifer morningstar

mazikeen

MINDHUNTER:

Holden Ford

POSE:

ANGEL EVANGALISTA

BLANCA EVANGALISTA

PRODIGAL SON:

MALCOLM BRIGHT

RIVERDALE:

ARCHIE ANDREWS

BETTY COOPER

TONI TOPAZ

CHERYL BLOSSOM

FP Jones

JUGHEAD JONES

ROSWELL NEW MEXICO:

MAX EVANS

LIZ ORTECHO

STRANGER THINGS:

NANCY WHEELER

BILLY HARGROVE (BILLY’S TATTOOS POST SEASON THREE HERE )

STATION 19:

Vic Hughes

SUPERNATURAL:

Dean Winchester

THE MAGICIANS:

ELIOT WAUGH

MARGO HANSON

THE WITCHER (GAME, TV SHOW, AND BOOK MIXED MEDIA):

GERALT (please note, geralt has cat-eyes. not the eyes we see in the show. if you need a visual, think game geralt)

CIRI

Yennefer (only willing to write her with @writtenmisfits at this current time)

TRUE BLOOD:

SOOKIE STACKHOUSE

TARA THORTON

jessica hamby

JASON STACKHOUSE

SAM MERLOTTE

WYNONNA EARP:

WYNONNA EARP

WAVERLY EARP

NICOLE HAUGHT

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY:

KLAUS HARGREEVES

ALLISON HARGREEVES

VAN HELSING:

Vanessa Van Helsing

YOU:

BECK

JOE GOLDBERG

LOVE QUINN

THEO

FORTY QUINN

DCU:

WONDER WOMAN/DIANA PRINCE

HARLEY QUINN (au verse 1 here)

DESCENDANTS:

HARRY HOOK

MAL BERTHA

EVIE GRIMHILDE

MCU:

DEADPOOL/WADE WILSON

EDDIE BROCK/VENOM

STEVE ROGERS/CAPTAIN AMERICA

WANDA MAXIMOFF

BUCKY BARNES

NATASHA ROMANOFF

YELENA BELOVA

THOR

LOKI

MICHAEL MORBIUS

Peter Parker (the amazing spiderman)

POTC:

CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW

ASSASSIN’S CREED SERIES:

JACOB FRYE

EVIE FRYE

EIVOR

KASSANDRA

DETRIOT BECOME HUMAN:

Connor

DRAGON AGE:

MORRIGAN

FENRIS

GARRETT HAWKE

MARIAN HAWKE

LUCANIS

TAASH

CYBERPUNK:

V (both male and v, both streetkid and corpo)

JOHNNY SILVERHAND

JUDY ALVAREZ

LAST OF US:

joel miller

ELLIE

LEGEND OF ZELDA:

LINK

RESIDENT EVIL:

ADA WONG

LEON KENNEDY (previously traumamade)

ETHAN WINTERS

LADY DIMITRESCU

Claire Redfield

dimitrescu daughters

TOMB RAIDER:

LARA CROFT

UNCHARTED:

NATHAN DRAKE

BLEACH:

ichigo kurosaki

GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ

VAMPYR:

JOHNATHAN REID

BLACK BUTLER:

SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS

BLUE EXORCIST

RIN OKAMARU

HELLSING:

SERAS VICTORIA

INTEGRA HELLSING

NARUTO:

NARUTO UZUMAKI

TSUNADE

SEVEN DEADLY SINS:

BAN

VAMPIRE KNIGHT:

yuuki cross/kuran

ZERO KIYRUU

OUAT:

Regina Mills

Emma Swan

SOA:

JAX TELLER

VENUS

GEMMA TELLER

WHITE COLLAR:

Neal Caffrey

FAR CRY:

FAITH SEED

NEW AMSTERDAM:

MAX GOODWIN

CRUELLA:

CRUELLA DE VILLE

MASS EFFECT:

JOHN SHEPARD

JANE SHEPARD

KAIDAN

SAMARA

KASUMI

MIRANDA

DOCTOR WHO:

rose tyler

GOSSIP GIRL REBOOT:

ZOYA LOTT

MAX WOLFE

DOOM PATROL:

JANE

LARRY TRAINOR

A WAY OUT:

LEO CARUSO

CASTLE:

RICHARD CASTLE

BITTEN:

ELENA MICHAELS

TEEN WOLF:

CHRIS ARGENT

ALLISON ARGENT

SCOTT MCCALL

LYDIA MARTIN

STILES STILINSKI

THE FLASH:

BARRY ALLEN

NORA WEST ALLEN

BART WEST ALLEN

IRIS WEST

CAITLYN SNOW

KILLER FROST

SUCKERPUNCH

BABY DOLL

SHADOW HUNTERS

ISABELLE

ALEC

HOUSE OF ASHES

JASON

THE MEDIUM

MARIANNE

THE LAST KINGDOM

UHTRED RAGNARSON

Iseult

MOON KNIGHT

STEVEN GRANT/MARC

FIRST KILL

Calliope Burns

Juliette Fairmont.

THE QUARRY

Kaityln Ka

Dylan Lenivy

Laura Kearny

THE SANDMAN

Dream/Morpheus

INTEVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

Louis De Pointe

Claudia

HORIZON SERIES

Aloy

THE VAMPIRE ACADEMY (TV SERIES)

Rose Hathaway

NETFLIX’S WEDNESDAY

Wednesday Addams

Morticia Addams

Enid Sincliar

DAYS GONE

Deacon St. John

QUEEN CHARLOTTE - A BRIDGERTON STORY

Queen Charlotte

MAYFAIR WITCHES

Rowan Fielding

Critical Role (currently caught up to episode 97 and both seasons of the animated show)

Vax

Vex

Keylith

THE EVIL WITHIN

Sebastian 

Baldur's Gate 3:

Astarion

Karlach

Orin

Hazbin Hotel:

Angel Dust

Charlie Morningstar

Niffty

Alastor

Outlander:

Claire Fraser

A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES SERIES:

Feyre (started and currently reading book 3)

HELLUVA BOSS:

Stolas

Loona

Fizz

Moxxie

Millie

[sanguinesinners]

Hues averted to the red head once again - Noticing how ravishing she had dressed, even if she was working with the undead, she never ceased to amaze him with her alluring fucking outfits.

After he discarded his cigarette, he gave a small shrug before opening his arms in a welcoming gesture, as to mock her "I'm pretty fucking real - Nice to know you've been thinking about me though, princess"

His attention then drifted to the peculiar building that had somewhat fitted in with the town's gloomy aesthetic, Hemlock grove was never really a place to visit for a fucking vacation, it was a hell hole, but for some it was an escape. Roman then canted his head once she asked him about his intentions.

"I own half of the god damn town, so I wanted to know where you're little sick, twisted palace you get off in, was located. Seems pretty cool I guess" Godfrey was abrupt, yet his humour was never clear on if he was being sarcastic or damn right heartless.

Motivations then shifted as he gave Lilith a small sly smile "Wanna go out for lunch or something?"

@sanguinesinners

Lilith would be the last one to depart the business that evening, Effie leaving with Cordelia and Angelina just an hour or two earlier. It was just past sunset when she emerged from the building, black stilettos announcing her departure down the cobblestone path as she made her way for the vintage, black Thunderbird in the driveway.

She didn't get farther than opening the driver's side door before noticing a plume of smoke a few yards away, her attention now on the looming figure posted against the neighboring building and she sighed. "I was wondering whether or not you were a figment of my imagination in that bar." The redhead gave him a little smirk, setting her leather tote in the backseat of the convertible before crossing her arms over her chest.

"Let me guess, I'm assuming you were just in the neighborhood?" She asked as she leaned up against the shiny car, looking him over with appreciation.

[emiliosandozsequence]

talk about ur ocs

OKAY SO. i'm going to talk about the ones from sparrow rather than nebulous, since i'm working on sparrow right now, bUT

the sparrow family are the leaders of the town of the same name, which was founded in the 1890s under a shroud of suspicion of some creature living in the surrounding woods (called the thistlehatch forest).

father cesare sparrow is the main character and the eldest son. he was forced into the priesthood by his father and doesn't really believe in g-d or even like him. he doesn't get along with his younger brother, cole, but he still loves him deeply, and he is in love with his twin sister, loa. he drinks and self-harms a lot. think cesare borgia mixed with dean winchester. my fc for him is francois arnaud, specifically in the film the man who was thursday.

loa sparrow is the eldest and only daughter and the twin sister of cesare. she starts off very enigmatic; it's implied that she knows things she shouldn't and has a very innocent air to her despite the things she's been through and that have been done to her at the hands of her father. this is only added to when she gets stigmata. think very christine daae mixed with lucrezia borgia. my fc for her is olivia hussey in romeo and juliet.

cole sparrow is the youngest of the sparrow siblings and doesn't really have as close of a relationship to his siblings as they have with each other. he's more often out drinking and doing drugs, while hanging out with his other rich friends. he also loves to draw and has a rivalry with cesare that is more borne out of cesare hating cole for things that aren't his fault. cole is very roman godfrey mixed with roman roy (except more lowkey than roman roy is). my fc for him is bill skarsgard; specifically in season 3 of hemlock grove.

father douglas sparrow is a priest and the tyrannical leader of the family. he's also the religious leader of the town itself. he's very regal because he thinks of himself and his family as royalty. think logan roy only worse somehow because he's mixed with leland palmer. he's extremely abusive to his two eldest children, but mainly ignores his youngest child. my fc for him is jeffrey dean morgan in the unholy.

and finally, the mother, minnie sparrow. not much is known about her because she's missing before the story begins. she went missing when the twins were 12 and cesare feels her ghost haunts the master bedroom of their home. my fc for her is holly hunter in batman v superman.

if you want to know anything specific about any of them pls let me know!!

[cherienymphe]

Do I start watching Gen V now, start watching Hemlock Grove now… orrrr rewatch Red Eye or Vampire Diaries? There’s so many things I wanna watch

I vote hemlock grove

[minaharkers]

— ocs as poisonous plants

tagged by @chuckhansen & @risingsh0t to use this meikar + uquiz for some ocs

not gonna tag anyone bc i am v late to this lol  

LILLY OF THE VALLEY

This is the poison of giving too much. You feel yourself emptying out, dizzying, discoloring-- until you fear you will fade entirely and wither away. You have always had to give. You never had a choice before. They pluck your flowers for their beauty, they trample your leaves carelessly, they pull out your roots by the fistful and berate you for daring to grow. And now that you have a grove to spread out in, your rhizomes tangle and curl in on themselves. When cruelty is all you've ever known, thriving seems impossible. But the answer is not to make yourself small and offer every lovely thing you are to the world in the hopes it will have mercy on you. The answer is to let yourself dare to thrive for thriving's sake, to grow in the wild ways you wish to-- and to do that for yourself for once.

DOLL'S EYES

This is the poison of unchecked vices. You slip into hallucinations. You are wracked with convulsions. The delirium threatens to overwhelm you. What are you running from? You look in every direction, wild-eyed at every turn, seeking some reprieve from what torments you. Each vice brings new consequences, and the price of escape seems too great, and yet you cannot seem to face things head on. If you aren't running from yourself, I hope you find a true way to freedom soon. And if you are running from yourself, perhaps you would do well to realize your pain is not something you can simply escape by avoidance. You deserve healing just as much as the ones you love. Someday, soon I hope, you will know this and feel it and reach inward to grant yourself all the kindnesses you offer others. That is the only true way to peace for ones like us. Oh, and if the pain of it seems too great? I hope that you realize you don't have to do it alone.

HEMLOCK.

This is the poison of intense fear. Your body trembles, your flesh burns. Your limbs won't respond to you. You convulse. You can't seem to control the fear. It seems that it has always lived within you. You hesitate, you agonize, and that breeds regret. Sometimes it threatens to overwhelm you, and that frightens you more than anything. But panic is survival mode in overdrive, and something within you knows you must live. Creation seems to be the only balm for you. Perhaps you survive so stubbornly because you have stories that must be told, songs that must be sung. Soothe your stage fright. The path from surviving to thriving is having a good garden to grow in. And you can't do that completely alone.

[sanguinesinners]

@sp00kshowbabyyy Continued from here x

Rumancek had felt too comforted around Allie, as well as he did with Milly, his new feline friend - Though he noticed that the girl wanted some space, which was valid seeing as a close friend had just been fucking chewed and mauled to death.

Godfrey on the other hand, would gladly make his leave just so he could jack off on Allie's underwear, though everyone knew he wouldn't kiss and tell with shit like that, he was repressed even with the most lewd shit. Though his expression somewhat dropped once Allie gave her answer, The Upir respected her response but he was used to getting everything he fucking wanted, which included the girls - It was still understandable why though.

"Alright" Roman nodded, abrupt and casual was his answer, he looked over to his romani friend "-You can't fucking miss the place, but you're welcome anytime, as I said" He added, rummaging for a cigarette to prop over his ear before he headed towards the door.

Peter gave Milly a endearing smile, and then diverted his attention to Allie who he had the courage to brush a hand over her shoulder, comforting her once more time before he joined Roman and headed outside of her door.

"We'll be sure to annoy you more once you're ready and shit, and I don't think we can stay away from little old Milly now, so just let us know when you wanna hang again - and we'll see you in school" The wolf concluded before heading off. Roman lingered for a while, something about the girl he wanted to let loose with, but instead he just gave her a small salut and departed.

The boys would hope to stay in touch, after all, with the killings that occurred in this fucked up town, they were all in this shit together.

[lemonhoarddragoness]

People you would like to get to know better

I was tagged by @chrisoels , thank you very much!

1. Three ships: Nancy Wheeler/Robin Buckley (Stranger Things), Korra/Asami (Legend of Korra), The Doctor/Seven of Nine (Star Trek Voyager)

2. First ever ship: Janeway/Chakotay (Star Trek Voyager)

3. Last song: Suspicious Minds - Fine Young Cannibals

4. Last movie: Star Wars: Episode IV – A New Hope (trying to start the SW universe with my partner this summer - I was... interesting to say the least).

5. Currently reading: She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan (I'm a hella slow reader but it's genuinely v good and intreguing read through).

6. Currently watching: Hemlock Grove for the giggles

7. Currently consuming: freeze dried strawberries

8. Currently craving: Escapism from the excitement of irl life

Tagging, if you want: I don't really have anyone I can think of to tag rn but anyone is welcome to join in as they'd like!

[zombiequeenblog]

I really love Mouse and Copia so much and I’ve been reading it over and over! I can’t get enough. It’s just my favorite! Do you have any recommendations for other stories like yours? It doesn’t have to be Ghost (though that would be amazing) but I would love to read something similar if you know anything.

And again, I love their story so much. I hope there is a new chapter soon!

Oh, I'm so glad you like them! Just blushing over here! I can't think of any other specific fan fics like them at the moment, though the Ghost fandom is filled with so many good stories. In other fandoms, I would say there have to be good fics featuring evilish characters who would mirror dark Copia nicely. I tried to write him as some sort of extreme Byronic hero. There are a lot of sexy darkness-filled men in fiction to enjoy, here is a list of some who certainly inspired me:

Eric (Phantom of the Opera)

Kylo Ren

Hannibal Lecter

Severus Snape or Lucius Malfoy

V (V for Vendetta)

Batman or Magneto

Loki or Bucky (Marvel)

Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights)

Rochester (Jane Eyre)

Roman (Hemlock Grove)

I am working on the next chapter, and still collecting prompts for further chapters after that, so don't worry, there will be much more Cardinal/Mouse to enjoy! Thank you so much!

[sanguinesinners]

Sure - Godfrey wasn't blind when the red head had insinuated shit, as well as the slight emphasis on certain words that had the Upir clenching his fists underneath the table. Hell, the man didn't even get to treat Lilith with a drink!

Instead, he canted his head up at the woman, large greens flickered at her and then her sister who came sauntering back into the picture, holding the situation with slight authority, which had struck a nerve in Roman.

"I guess" Godfrey mumbled out, the way he looked at woman finally depart without any personal information given was as if he had been a vulnerable child left alone in a large candy store - Hues wandered over her and then to the bar shortly after contemplating the situation. He knew that he'd probably see her again sometime soon. He hoped anyway, so instead he just diverted back to throwing back rounds of whiskey.

Godfrey had his new neighbour on his mind a few times since the days had passed, but being a CEO, he was far too busy maintaining the undergoing experiments that Dr. Pryce had conjured within the lab - His attention being drained by ramblings of a certain hope of a cure, though it was never clear if it could work, Roman's bloodlust would only grow more stronger by the weeks if it wasn't kept at bay.

Though once the Upir had some time to kill, he remembered Lilith mentioning her workplace which was located within the quaint town of Hemlock grove, somewhere that was surprisingly close to the looming white tower he had owned. Although he would happily walk straight into the vicinity with his head held high, he remained outside, leaning his ass against the building before lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag - Hoping the red head would simply just pop out, giving him the perfect time to finish what they had started.

@alittle-wicked

@sanguinesinners

She got a thrill from the way he bit back at her, and she imagined she could settle quite nicely under his skin like the little parasite she knew she could be. Lilith took another drag from her cigarette, chuckling to herself at how quick he was to work up. "Temper, temper." She chided, quiet then as she watched the wheels in his head turn while he continued to gawk at her. "But I guess that's why you run this shit show, huh? Bet you keep things nice and tight." She leaned forward against the surface of the table again.

Like clockwork, Angelina came strolling back up to the pair, paying little to no attention to the dark man in the booth. "You ready to bail?" She asked the redhead, who continued her little stare-down with Roman before finally answering, "Very." And breaking her gaze to look to her sister, "I'm sure the search party is about to dispatch, we should go." She sighed in annoyance.

"Window man," she drawled before standing from her seat, "It was a pleasure." Lilith flashed him one more signature little grin, placing the end of her kiss-stained cigarette to his lips, leaving him high and dry with his proposition hanging in the air as the two made their way out of the bar and back home.

Days had passed since her first run-in with the local hero, though she was sure he thought of himself as much. And she'd seen no trace of him since, despite being a neighbor. She'd been tasked today with her first client since arriving in Hemlock Grove, a woman only a few years younger than she.

Embalming fluids and instruments were meticulously piled on the stainless steel table beside her as she worked, and her younger sister Effie in the corner working on her homework in silence. In the main part of the parlor, Angelina and one of her motherly figures in their coven, Cordelia, were having a discussion with the family of the young girl regarding their funeral arrangements.

[alphabetbill]

Macabre [ HEMLOCK GROVE ] - Chapter 7

~ description ~

A werewolf whose only skill is running from his fears and a half-upir with no idea of the true darkness lying inside of him, supernaturally bound to each other after the mysterious death of a girl they both knew, and the grim visions that haunt them.

Some secrets in Hemlock Grove should have just stayed buried. In a town that isn't so sleepy after all, monsters of all kinds are wide awake under the surface, crawling their way up.

~ warnings~

This story will contain mature and heavy themes that may involve potentially explicit content, gore and murder, talk of kidnapping and stalking victims, animal death, supernatural/paranormal/religious themes and trauma, any other themes not covered in the general description will probably be tagged here at the start of the chapters that other significant warnings apply to.

A list will be linked here upon completion and upload of each chapter:

Cicada and the Snake

Chapter 1 . Chapter 2 . Chapter 3 . Chapter 4 . Chapter 5. Chapter 6 . Chapter 7

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c h a p t e r s e v e n .

Peter Rumancek

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A SOFT BREEZE CARDED THROUGH PETER'S HAIR, like the tender fingers of a lover, tugging and playful. Whisps of smoke trailed away from the burning end of a joint, spiralling toward the canopy of trees, dissolving in the dappled sunlight like a ghost.

His knee bounced. Up, down. Up, down.

Sweat started to bead on his forehead, brewing in the palms of his hands. His breath was quicksand in his chest-trapping, suffocating, pulling him down, down, down, and his heartbeat felt like a wolf in the woods, running and running and running but without the energy to keep up.

"You okay?" Jude asked, eyes red-rimmed and sunken.

"I'm fine," Peter answered. Peter was not an actor. When it came to lies he was a tattered old piece of fabric, his words falling apart at the stitches.

"You don't look fine," Jude frowned. It wasn't that she was particularly perceptive, it was just that Peter was bad at lying. It did not take a Sherlock to figure that one out.

"You don't either," Peter snickered.

She didn't either, he noticed. Her skin was grey, pale like the ashes in the burnt-out fire pit, her cheeks hollow.

After a few beats of silence, Peter sat up in the hammock after taking another drag, the smoke pooling into his lungs, settling like rot in a hollow log. "Have you ever felt what it's like to.......to be something else?" he asked.

"Well- I'm not me, really. I guess I already am something else," she answered thoughtfully. "Why?"

"I just feel like there is always something in me that's not......me. I guess you feel it too, huh?"

Jude watched him closely, nodding, before breaking the stretch of stale silence. "You're talking about the wolf."

He was. For a moment Peter forgot that she had always known what he was. Judith Evergreen didn't know a lot about the supernatural, but she did know Peter and she had seen it for herself when they were kids.

"Yeah, I feel it," she answered. "Like I'm me, but I shouldn't be me. I'm not the version of me that should exist. Something is wrong, broken. But your wolf- do you feel like it's you, or is it something else?" she asked him.

Peter contemplated, tossing the joint into the dirt and crushing it under his boot. He stared at the ground as if the dying ember might answer for him.

"That's the part I don't know. It feels like me, but it feels like something.....older. Like something ancient and wild that got stuck in the wrong place," he said, "I don't know if it belongs to me, or if I belong to it. It moves with a purpose but I don't know where it wants me to go."

It was a question that frequented Peter. During the shift, was he granting the wolf the mercy of being free for a night, or was the wolf escaping of its own accord and returning to the body that it had always controlled? Were they one in the same, or were they two different entities?

Before Jude could respond.

"Alright pup. Time to fetch!" Roman called out.

Peter's gaze fell to the top of the staircase leading down from the roadside as the upir descended into the clearing carrying both a smug grin and a frisbee tucked beneath his arm.

"Fuck you," Peter laughed.

Not long after Roman's arrival, the boy assumed position in an open spot in the clearing, turning his face to the sky, and waiting for the change.

Beneath a setting sun and long shadows, Peter began to shift.

His breath-uneven, sharp, felt like a tort string in his throat, pulled too tight. He ripped off his shirt, his chest trembling beneath the sheen of sweat that clung to him.

"Peter?" Jude's voice was cautious, unsure.

"Stay back," he rasped, his voice already rough, tinged with a growl.

Jude obeyed, though her eyes didn't leave him. Roman stood beside her, frisbee dropped, smirk disintegrated by the power of the spectacle before him. Peter's spine arched, an unnatural curve forcing his shoulders forward. One by one his fingernails darkened, lengthened, and split, peeling away to reveal claws slick with blood.

A guttural scream tore from somewhere deep inside, a contortion of a human cry and an animal's howl. His jaw cracked and stretched, the skin of his cheeks splitting at the seams to accommodate the elongated muzzle forcing its way out. Blood raged from the corners of his mouth as his teeth fell to the grass. New fangs erupted in their stead, yellow and gleaming, their growth tearing mercilessly through the gums.

Fur sprouted on his skin, slick with goo and blood.

Driven to his knees, after what seemed like hours of breaking bone and shedding skin, Peter stood up and the wolf stared back at them. Black fur, yellow eyes. A wolf standing in the discarded flesh of its shell, an animal in its true form.

Jude and Roman faltered.

"Peter?" Jude whispered though she wasn't sure who-or what-she was addressing. The ancient beast or the boy it once was?

The stench of decay reached his nose, and the forest swallowed him whole as Peter turned to follow it, leaving behind the clearing and its occupants. The smell thickened the further he went, clinging to the air like an ancient thing that didn't want to leave.

He found what it came from soon enough.

In a patch of ferns shrouded in curling tendrils of mist, the doe lay crumpled in a patch of ferns. Its neck was bent at a sharp angle, its throat torn open, revealing sinew and bone. Maggots writhed in the wound, pale bodies gleaming. The once sleek coat of the animal was patchy, clumps of fur missing, the bare skin beneath bloated and rotting.

Flies danced frantically, crawling out of the creature's hollowed eyes. Its once graceful limbs were stiff and skewed. Peter's wolf sniffed around the carcass. Something killed it, something else had been here, and he didn't like the feeling of it. A territorial instinct took over the wolf, it was all it cared about.

Sirens ahead.

The wolf followed the noise, peering out from the thinning edg of the treeline across the stretch of grassland and out to the crime scene which Kilderry Park, a location he walked past on his way to school, had become. From here he could see the sheen of yellow caution tape. From here he could see the officers trawling the grounds, inspecting the small wooden hut near the swing set.

From here he could smell the blood.

Ears pricked, it sent a quiver down his spine. An awful, shuddering quiver- not the gentle 'oh somebody must be talking about me' quiver. The 'somebody is walking over the top of my grave' kind of quiver. The kind that leeched poison into his gut, that writhed in his bones, that told him something was wrong here. This kind of reaction was difficult to wrench out of Peter- he was a familiar visitor to strange dreams and funny feelings, but nothing unsettled him more than the things that made the wolf afraid.

School the following day.

Brooke Bluebell had died, gutted and left in Kilderry for a mother and her child to find on what was meant to be a nice day out for some ice cream and a play in the park. Brooke used to be friends with Jude as kids, paths that had long since diverged after reaching high school age and showing true colours. This connected the two murders with an obvious red string- whoever or whatever killed Jude was also responsible for killing Brooke. Two murders taking place in the span of a couple of months.

That night after school, Peter did the only thing there was to do. He went to his cousin's house.

Slipping through the hanging beads in the doorway, he moved from the spice-scented parlour and into the home, where he found her eating ice cream on the couch. Her dark curls bounced as she whipped around to face him, a pointed look crossing her face.

"I thought I already told you I don't want anything to do with it."

Peter hadn't even opened his mouth to talk.

"More people are going to die," he pressed, "come on she was always fond of you. She was like a little sister to you when we were kids. Why won't you help her?"

"Because I have a really, really bad feeling about this, and you know what happens when you ignore instinct," Destiny answered sternly. "Whatever this is- whatever she is, it's not something you should be meddling with, okay?"

"I know that! Look- Roman had the same dreams, we followed the signs and it led us to Jude. They started after she died and stopped after we found her, which means that if we start dreaming about more dead girls, we have to do something about it. Like it or not we are all connected which means this doesn't just affect her, it affects all of us-"

"The upir? Are you serious Peter?" she raised her voice, panic skip-roping between the beats of her heart. "You know better than this, I thought I told you to stay away from him-"

"He doesn't know what he is, Dee" Peter insisted. "He needs someone to stop him from ever finding out. Jude is just about the only thing that keeps him stable and if you don't help her, help us, whatever happens will break him, and he will become the monster you think he is."

He could see the pause in her breath. He knew she was thinking it over, knew she was hearing him out.

"We can't just leave her like this, Dee" Peter pleaded. "I can't. If things go wrong, at least tell me what to do so we can move her on to wherever she's supposed to be."

He couldn't bring himself to sit and watch his childhood friend wither away a second time, turning as pale as a ghost, rotting while she sat there talking to him. He could not leave her in this state of limbo hiding at his house unable to do anything else. He couldn't have her back now only to slowly lose her again. He couldn't do that to Roman, who would probably tear apart the world just to bring her back. Who was nothing without her.

"I need you to promise me you won't get hurt," Destiny demanded. An impossible demand, he knew she knew. He knew what she was thinking without her having to say it.

If you get hurt, it's on me and I can't live with that.

"You know I can't promise that."

"Then why should I help you?"

"Des. We need this. We need you," he insisted. "We really really need you. I've been running all my life. I act like things aren't important, I skip out when things get tough, but I can't just ignore this, it won't just go away. Not this time. The girl I care about was murdered and now her ghost is living in my home and I can't let her go on not knowing what happened, what the dreams mean, what I'm supposed to do with this" he said. "The dreams came to us for a reason. You know better than anyone else what happens when you ignore that kind of thing. When you ignore instinct".

Destiny was the only person he knew that would be able to help, the only person he could think of who would have any vague idea of what to do. He needed her. He didn't know what to do without her.

"A shovel," she sighed.

"What?"

"A shovel. You're gonna need a shovel."

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some new cards i made for my insta, not sure what i'll do with them.

[treevore]

it's v funny rewatching hemlock grove and seeing what plotlines i straight up just don't fucking remember at ALL where they go, i was clearly fixated on one thing and one thing only when i was watching this back in the day and that is peter and roman fucking