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@axiios
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this is a private, low activity multi-muse blog. mature themes may be present here. icons may or may not happen. my name is kaleb, he/him. re-established oct 2021.
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me? tempted to go on my roman blog for the #aesthetic? more likely than u think
I saw it. I mean I saw you. Changing back from… you know. It was fucking b e a u t i f u l.
Bill Skarsgård as Roman Godfrey HEMLOCK GROVE (2013-2015) 3x09 › damascus
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when it came down to it, the time roman and peter had known each other was miniscule in their lives. it was their extreme experiences together that had pretty much solidified their friendship. if peter thinks back on it all now their short-lived friendship almost feels as if a tornado blew through his life with nothing but a path of destruction behind it. he’d like to think he’d grown and changed in the last six years, that caring for a child had made him become some type of amazing human but that probably wasn’t the case.
they still struggled, they always would — but caring for a child like nadia hadn’t been something they were really too prepared for. there was only so much that lynda and destiny could do to help him, and so many extra hands they could reach out to before the well had run dry. six years had brought more moving, almost constantly…and if peter was being honest with himself he knew they were all tired of it. nadia was old enough to deserve some type of normalcy in her life, whatever that even entailed in their fucked up world.
his inner debate was still going on even as he stood in front of roman and told him the truth he’d been keeping from him for almost a decade. or at least attempted to…blurting things out wasn’t really the way he’d planned to do any of this. just being in roman’s house made peter feel like he was a teenager again, and everything he’d planned on the drive over had been washed form his brain the second that asshole opened the fucking door.
peter waits for roman’s reaction though, not even sure what the other may do or if he’ll even believe him in the first place. if he knows anything about roman at all, he’ll know this is something that peter would never make up a story about. when roman does finally react it makes peter flinch, waiting for a punch to the face or some kind of fight until he sees the realization of the truth finally settle on the other’s face.
for a moment roman looks like that kid peter met in the hallway again, before their lives went to hell in a handbasket. there’s an inner urge, maybe it’s the old friendship, maybes it’s his last six years of playing father, but he reaches out with a gentle reassuring grip to roman’s shoulder. if roman wanted to take him down for lying to him now would be his best chance and peter knows that. he’s just hoping that he can listen to him for another five minutes.
here comes the hard part.
“ yeah…yeah i know…” doesn’t explain a fucking thing, peter. this is what he came here for, but goddamn if this wasn’t a difficult situation to be in. “ lynda helped me. we just — i couldn’t…i told letha… ” if his throat wasn’t closing up it sure as hell felt like it and he moves his hand to pull the collar away from his throat at the thought. “ i’m so fucking sorry for waiting so long to tell you, to do any of this at all. and…i know that sounds like bullshit right now but…she’s beautiful, roman… ”
every fiber of him wants to spit it back in peter’s face, to deny it and truly show his hatred; but to do that, roman would first have to know how to hate him. despite the anger, despite the crashing waves of emotions running through him, no force could drive him to hate peter. he could rip out roman’s throat and still the upir would still look at peter as though he held the universe in his eyes. so in place of the anger he instinctively wants to cave into, his mind instead is racing and trying to even comprehend the blow that’s just been dealt. six years. so much had happened, and despite being kept in the dark, there’s a tingling warmth beneath it all. she’s alive. his fingers curl and tense, jaw locking, and then he slowly relaxes with a slow exhale, eyes closing, and he can feel the moisture welling. “ i saw her die . . . ” he frowns, and his words come out at the edge of his exhale, barely audible as he echoes himself for a final time. his gaze turns back up to peter’s face, searching it as he speaks. everything tightens again -- his lips pinch, throat constricting, and he reaches a hand up habitually to his mouth, teeth grazing over his knuckle. half of what peter has said hasn’t even registered. “ where is she? ” his words aren’t as pointed as they had been before, a mumble that stifles the rest of the emotions brimming at the surface. “ why -- why didn’t you tell me before? i mean -- ” his words get caught and he tries to relax his shoulders, dropping the hand from his lips. “ -- why now? ”
paranoia creeps in, wondering if he’s waited this long for some vindictive reason, but reading his friend’s face, he can’t see it -- or refuses to. “ what’s her name? ”
@tostardust for riley
she remembers the smell of gunpowder. she remembers the iron taste of blood in her mouth, the numbness that swallowed her whole, her mother holding her hand and kissing her on the head. the pain has long since passed, whether because of stubbornness or the inability to feel it anymore. there's a warmth that envelopes her and then suddenly the world is quiet. the dream plays on repeat, always ending with her mother's soft smile and the warm flash of light that surrounds her. she's interrupted by moments, flashes of darkness: a snarling beast with red eyes, the tearing of flesh, echoing screams. but these are mere moments -- moments where jo nears waking from her fevered sleep and the pain starts to surface again. it feels like an eternity, the dream on repeat, when in reality it's mere hours that are passing by. she doesn't remember the shouts directed toward her to stay awake, that they were going to get help. she's already dreaming when they carry her to safety, wounds temporarily wrapped in spare clothing as they lay her down in a bed. hours pass again, her dream replays, and the next time she hears the screaming interrupting her dream, jo wakes. too quickly, she attempts to sit up, forgetting that her dreams had been based in truth, forgetting that numbness that swallowed her up had also been protecting her from feeling the great tear in her abdomen. she's quick to lay back down, exhaling loudly as her heart rate quickens. fear sets in as she realizes she's awake in a foreign place, dark but warm, safe but unfamiliar. hand presses to the now properly dressed wound, and memories start coming back in pieces. words come out first as a whisper, followed by a croak. “ jesus. . . hello? ” if this were a prison, then at least the dream would continue.
hellstrung.
@axiios / resheph said: “ by the way, why did you kiss me? ”
“ that wasn’t — no it’s…you were… ” sleeping? did they even do that? they sure as hell didn’t just stop breathing either though, genius. “ i thought you had just stopped breathing or some shit… ” after the words actually come out he realizes how ridiculous they sound strung together into an actual sentence. “ uh…mouth-to-mouth, i learned when i was a kid, just in case… ” he swallows, sigh, wipes his palms down the side of his jeans and leans back against the counter edge. “ you can’t just — look dead, dude… ” one day someone was going to give him an early heart attack and when they do he’s going to haunt the hell out of them, angel or not.
his gaze flickers slowly over the other man, brows knit together in a light frown. the question had been pressed matter-of-fact, no desire to make dean feel any kind of discomfort — an earnest probe for facts. perhaps it's the way that resheph keeps searching dean's face that prompts the other to keep going with his justification. “ just in case. . . ” he edges in a few words before the other man continues with the final blow. resh nods slowly, raising a brow. “ ah, right. i am familiar with mouth-to-mouth. ” and that wasn't it, he adds to himself. lips curve in a small grin, nodding again. he hadn't failed to notice the way dean seemed to be incredibly. . . nervous. “ well apologies for the scare, dean, but you needn't have been concerned. i was. . . deep in thought, i suppose. ” he reaches a hand up, fingers lightly grazing over his own lips, apparently lost in another deep thought. he's not sure how much he should say — after all, dean's already had enough of a scare for one evening it seems — so he keeps some thoughts to himself. “ and here i thought you might have just been doing it for fun. ”
Joey Batey in Random Monster Generator drawing a demon horse with 13 eyes and 6 arms…
my favorite activity is making new random ocs with @rustruin that you may never see on the dash
SHIT SAID ON HGTV’S FIXER UPPER
“ the dead squirrel is the least of our concerns. ”
“ i didn’t have the guts to do it. ”
“ these are very reasonably priced at only $4,500. ”
“ have you seen me with my pants off? the calves look great. ”
“ he gave you a $20 and asked for change back and you said ‘no’ ? ”
“ this is for the baby chickens that we’re having. ”
“ all seriousness aside…did you just jack up my hair? ”
“ step in here, hot pants. ”
“ i rank trees in climbability. ”
“ i don’t know if you can do a comb-over in a beard. ”
“ maybe i was trying too hard the first couple times.”
“ i feel like i’m sexy because i can see through my bangs. and only people that are pretty sexy can do that. ”
“ wrong-o, peanut butter breath! ”
“ raise your hand if you wanna break some stuff. ”
“ the only way you know who wins is whoever’s dead. ”
“ [name], that’s an axe. ”
“ remember that time i brought you a whole box of dogs? ”
“ this is my second-favorite day of the year. ”
“ back in my glory days, i’d jump out of the back of a pickup truck and catch an armadillo so fast he wouldn’t know what hit him. ”
“ i think he peed on me - smell this. ”
“ [name] we’re gonna get kicked out of here. ”
“ just happy to wake up in the middle of the night and kill you. ”
“ you know one of these dolls has murdered someone. ”
“ i’m having a day-mare right now. ”
“listen to this: *makes squeaking noises* ”
“ this is what they call tickling the ivories, baby. ”
“ that dude knows how to swing a hammer. ”
“ what’s the bad news? other than that everything’s GONE. ”
“ when did I develop this speech impediment? ”
“ i was the karaoke king. ”
“ you can’t knock the 90’s out of this. you can’t. ”
“ this is the only way this works - is if you’re in the twerk position. ”
“ your shoes? change ‘em. ”
“ i will always bring the pizza. ”
“ right now it’s tomorrow. ”
“ you know — the hat trick. where the guy takes off his hat and puts on a different one. ”
“ i don’t like any juices — i just like bacon. ”
“ do you have any temporary tattoos i can borrow? ”
“ when i wear that hat i get hit in the head with stuff 20% less frequently. ”
“ this is not an all-you-can-eat buffet. ”
“ let’s blow some stuff up. ”
SPN + small movements 27/?
2x05 Simon Said
you can't turn cis people trans just because you THINK they're trans jfc
yes i can & i will do it again
@rustruin sent: “we didn’t bring him here for a fucking happy meal.” peter @ roman
hand rests on the wheel of the car, but at peter’s impatient words, roman turns to stare at him. he raises a brow, lips pressing into a grimace before his attention turns to the man in the backseat. he looks innocent, gentle even. roman had known the guy most of his life, though not well; he’d rarely needed a visit to a doctor. it’s more recently that he’d become anyone of interest, assuring the health of their daughter. but the pediatrician had been a front, part of a ploy for ulterior motives, those which roman and now sought to unravel. “ some of the rest of us gotta eat. ” he doesn’t try to continue the argument, pulling into the drive-thru line. “ unless you’d rather i crack open lizard-boy back there instead. ” it had taken months of tracking before they finally caught up with spivak. they’d both wanted nothing more than to rip him to shreds for what he’d done, for taking nadia, for whatever kind of creature he’d become -- but they needed to know more. gaze drops to the baby, sound asleep in peter’s arms and none the wiser to the events that had nearly torn her away from them indefinitely. “ i think she’s earned a chicken nugget anyway. you hungry? ”
×roman godfrey aesthetic×
“I’m ugly. I’m an ugly person. I have an ugliness that’s impossible to love.”
