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Hello ☺️ I was wondering if you would like to role play ? I role play as Jasmine Rumancek.

If you weren’t on anon I’d consider it, however I’ve never heard of Jasmine Rumancek. I’m assuming you’re an OC, then? Approach me off anon and we’ll talk.

#Anonymous

deatheeled

He’s always been aware of his mother’s capacity for love—Yet it isn’t until she’s looming over him with praise, that Peter is reminded of the magnitude. Peter is aware of superstitions. Aware voicing something before its time can lead to tragedy. But it’s winter & his belly is full—And there are far too many things to be thankful for at the moment.

❛ Don’t cry Lynda,❜ the corners of his eyes crinkle with his own grin as he catches a lock of her dark hair between his fingers for a delicate tug.

❛ It’s bad luck.❜ Regardless? He moves to pull her down with him. The cocoon of throw blankets and inherited quilts a proper nest as the incense burns in lazy plumes behind them. ❛Help me with baby names—Letha’s looking at fruits a bit suspiciously.❜

mamarumancek-blog

{-- ☾ It's been years since she's seen him this happy. If she truly thinks back on it, it probably hasn't been like this since their last visit with Nicolae. Before everything changed, and Peter was so young then. Sure their life hasn't been an entire ball of misery but they haven't lived a very stable life ether. Sometimes Lynda wonders if it would have been better for Peter, to have left with his father. Maybe his father could have given him more of a stable home, but then she remembers who his father was. The man, though she loved him, was just as flakey as her own blood.

The air around them is so much lighter than it has been the last few weeks, and Lynda silently prays it remains this way. Peter deserves the world, and perhaps that is a little biased. "Hush." The elder laughs gently, relaxing against the comfort provided. "Baby names?" Singular brow begins to arch before another laugh falls. "Oh honey. -- Don't fall into a cliche brand of gathering names from baby books. Let the name come to you when it does, naturally."}

#shccit #oh god #it's so happy though

@shcc-it | Because mama feels

{-- ☾ She’s never found herself disappointed in her son, no matter what he does or whom he brings home. When he made friends with Roman Godfrey? Never once did she bat an eye, and seeing him so very happy with Letha made her heart swell. “It suits you.” Head nods as smile captures her features, leaning forward on the couch. “Being happy.” }

#shccit

someonefrommacondo-blog

#FOREVER SOBBING #*the one that got away

siffykins

send me ‘♡’ for a ship aesthetic of our muses.

mamarumancek-blog

alternatively ‘ ♫ ’ for a friendship one.

@upirmother liked for a starter.

{-- ☾ How is she supposed to respond to the woman in front of her? It’s been weeks since she’s laid eyes upon a Godfrey, let alone Olivia. Several questions pop into Lynda’s mind but the first one that comes forth? “Why are you in Romania?” }

#upirmother

lixnheartedboy-archive

James feels…Awkward. And well a bit resentful when it comes to Ainsley leaving him with the brunt of the interview. She’s someone’s m o t h e r. He can tell by the stern quality in her voice. The way dark eyes pinpoint his own blue and hold without missing a beat. ❛ People will die—I’m not asking you to fight my battles for me. I’m asking you to tell me what you know…❜

mamarumancek-blog

{-- ☾ The young man clearly needs some sense of advice because the way he's handling himself now is not nearly the way he should be. Which begs the question, how much does he know about this realm. "Honey," It comes out almost condecending as she leans forward a little. "People die every day, that doesn't make it your problem. You can't save the world." There's hesitation before heavy sigh escapes her. "I've been around this my entire life, what all do you need to know?"}

#lixnheartedboy #HERE COMES THE PAIN

@whimsicalgodfrey liked for a starter.

{-- ☾ The confusion is evident upon her features as she stares back at the blonde woman, debating for a long moment in silence. }

#whimsicalgodfrey #idk what the fuck this is

deathsincarnate-blog

REBLOG THIS IF YOU'RE A HEMLOCK GROVE CANON CHARACTER

mamarumancek-blog

i’ll be making a masterlist and want to add everyone on there so it’s easier to find one another.

@lixnheartedboy liked for a starter.

{-- ☾ It takes a split second before her voice raises, head tilted. “Are you mentally incapable of understanding what I’m saying?”}

#I need a tag for this verse #lixnheartedboy

Starter call!!

#bc lynda is angry #tbd

riverpheonixs

#ACTUALLY FUCKING LYNDA #IM DYING #*saint

clairebiagi-blog

If you think the ending to Hemlock Grove was bad, consider this. For weeks on end Lynda has been in Romania, forced to flee her home and in turn leave her only remaining family; Peter and Destiny. She has no way of contacting them, no way of finding out what’s going on in their lives. The only hope that she has to hold onto while being in Romania with very distant relatives who speak little English and all Romani; is that one day she’ll be able to see her baby boy and Destiny again.

Imagine the shock and the devastation that will take hold of her the second she steps foot back into Hemlock Grove. Finding out from fucking strangers in town that the entire Godfrey name has been spoiled, killings left and right have happened and even Pryce has been taken. Imagine the alarming sensation of guilt she’ll feel knowing that she abandoned Peter and Destiny to deal with this absolute fuckery of mess; that she should have been there for them. To help them through all of this. Even to help guide Roman through it all, because sure as shit Olivia didn’t.

Are you completely broken and shattered yet? No? Well here comes to big one. Lynda finds out that Andreas is dead from another Romani, just from word of mouth. It instantly clicks for her to find Destiny and when she finds the shop it’s empty; nothing even remaining of Destiny’s life. A ‘for rent’ sign on the door. It’s then that she knows something’s wrong. Something is so terribly, terribly wrong.

The woods, not too far from Vince’s trailer, is where she finds the g r a v e site. The freshly dug up dirt is her first sign and the overwhelming presence of something - something too familiar. She knows who is buried there. She know’s too much that she can’t bring herself to check to make sure, because if she does and she comes face to face with the little girl she tried to help raise? Lynda will crack and the hope that Peter is still okay; she has to be strong for him.

And you know how she finds out about Peter? Her precious baby boy, whose been so mislead and treated like dirt. From Peter himself - or whats left of him. The white fur traded from black catches her eye only two minutes after collecting herself at the foot of Destiny’s grave; because Vargulf be damned - this is his goodbye. Lynda’s breath catches in her throat because it doesn’t matter if his fur has changed, it doesn’t matter if it’s now stained with dried blood. She knows her boy. She knows him anywhere. But the longer she stares at this white wolf the more Lynda begins to realize that her baby boy is gone, he’s been gone since she stepped onto that plane all those months ago. With that there’s only one realization left for her.

Lynda’s left alone to live with her guilt and loss.

#HAHAH REBLOGING HERE #BECAUSE OW

Forever pissed Lynda wasn’t even in the third season and barely in the second.

#total bullshit #lynda rumancek #{ out of lessons }