‣ # 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 * independent and mutually exclusive interpretation of PETER from red riding hood treated as an original character. affiliated & ship exclusive with @mangledwood . personal blogs please don't interact.
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‣ # 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 * independent and mutually exclusive interpretation of PETER from red riding hood treated as an original character. affiliated & ship exclusive with @mangledwood . personal blogs please don't interact.
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“ SHE CAN CLIMB THE TALLEST TREES. SHE CAN RUN FASTER THAN ALL OF THE OTHER GIRLS. SHE WEARS THIS RED CLOAK... THE DEVIL'S COLOR. AND SHE CAN TALK TO WEREWOLVES, I'VE SEEN IT WITH MY OWN EYES. ”
𖥻 MANGLEDWOOD. A PRIVATE & SELECTIVE PORTRAYAL OF VALERIE ORTEGA, AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER. CREDIT.
Andrew Wyeth, “Wolves” (detail)
“ ah, see? you should be happy i am here, ” she tsked, slowly shaking her head. “ lucky for you: i will always have use for you, ” it was teasing, but she had meant it. he’d always have one person in daggerhorn to welcome him home. her whole being had missed him. there was no feeling that could express how she felt in this moment; relief, overjoyed, infatuated . . . nothing could capture it just right. what she felt was too intense. he manages to do it again. makes her heart stop. how could a few simple words from him cause her mind to race? to me, you always were — a part of her wanted to tell him to quit joking, but she knew that he wasn’t. not anymore. the tone in which he spoke, the way that he was looking at her, and allowed himself to be pulled in nearer. every little action spoke volumes. there was a step of space between them, a singular step was all that kept bodies apart. how easy it would be to close distance. “ careful . . . ” she speaks quietly, eyes searching his expressions for potential answers. anything to go off of. “ talk like that might convince me that you feel something for me, ” the butterflies in her stomach flutter around wildly. little does he realize, there would be no competition at all. she had dreamed of him. “ you could have anyone you wanted, ” valerie says it as a matter-of-fact. “ . . . why would you ever want me? ”
there was some truth to her jests. he was happy, relieved to finally feel her skin against his, basking in her presence like a man seeing sunlight for the first time in years. it didn't seem right for life to keep them apart for as long as it has, being back by her side, ever for this short moment, it already felt correct. his thumb brushed gently against her knuckles, hands still entwined, as if pulling them apart would mean that this dream has ended and he'd wake up alone and cold in the dark again.
" why would i want anyone else? " his voice was barely a whisper, careful not to break the invisible tenderness encapsulating them like a bubble. he was stating the obvious and it was hard to believe that she did not recognize it. peter was prone to hide his emotions, bottling them up and concealing beneath a mask of cold anger, but now when it was nearly impossible to keep the overwhelming infatuation at bay. " do you really think i had any other reason to come back to this place? " daggerhorn was a dark graveyard of painful memories, his father worked hard for his reputation and it poisoned peter, tainted him like a hereditary disease. there was nothing left for him here . . . except for that little light, a flicker of something warm and good and it pulled him back like a hypnotic spell. despite all the pain, his memories of her remained pure and right now there was nowhere else he'd rather be.
𓂃 ࣪˖ " you jump, i jump, right? " ⸝ peter & valerie, @mangledwood.
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wanted to do some writing but i have a nasty headache that doesn’t want to go away, so i’ll just lurk and try to come up with tags. i’ll probably do some edits for my oc’s blog ( @doomend ) tomorrow so feel free to follow me there too if you want! i’m gonna hopefully finish some drafts tomorrow after work. hope everyone’s doing good 🖤
the mask had finally shattered. he could no longer pretend, or put up a front with her. peter would have to be honest with her . . . and himself. for valerie, it has only ever been peter. no one else could compare. peter was gone for ten years, and in those ten years, his spot in her heart had remained. there . . . she had kept him safe. that was a mutual sentiment. not a day had gone by where she did not think of him. frankly, he clouded her every thought. every single day, there had been something she had wished she could share with him, and in her dreams — she did. their gazes meet and everything around them stills. sound drowned out by the frantic beating of her own heart. eyes so green that they reminded her of a leaf, golden rays of sun shining through to add a sort of amber. she could lose herself in those eyes. “ . . . say that again, ” valerie pleaded breathlessly. she needed to hear it once more, or maybe twice if he allowed it. “ tell me you love me so that i never question it again, ” words whispered, like it were a secret that only they shared.
for many years this confession weighed heavy on his heart, the urge to finally reveal his devotion everpresent. that unspoken connection between that kept him thinking about her every single day during that decade they spent apart. nothing was exactly easy for him during this time, everything started crumbling into dust even before his father died ; but the though of valerie kept him alive. how could he possible let the insecurity that suzette nourished so viciously let ruin it all? he felt foolish and the realization just how much he has hurt her came crashing like a storm of waves.
his hand was still cupping her jaw, lifting it slightly so their eyes could meet, unspoken electricity between them. " i love you, " he repeated with dire seriousness and a softness in his voice which he barely recognized, a new tenderness awakened by his confession and the overwhelming immensity of his desire to be by her side. his words about this being nothing but fun couldn't be further from the truth and the guilt they carried would haunt him for years to come. " i never stopped loving you, not once during all these years. valerie, of all the shit i did . . . making you doubt the sincerity of my feelings is the biggest mistake of them all. "
Sonya Vatomsky, from a poem titled "Spring Flowers," featured in Salt Is for Curing, publ. in 2015
his was still bewitching as ever. it still provided her with that same feeling of warmth. to not smile when peter smiles, it was almost impossible. he never was the easiest one to make smile. so, one needed to take their wins when they could. “ i guess, if i need something from the top shelf, i know who to call — ” teasing had always come easy. it was more of a second nature for them. his action caused her to still, cheeks growing warmer. her heart pounds against ribs. oh, but how she wishes his touch would have remained. instead, her hand reaches out for his, gently taking hold. there was no stopping herself, she barely had time to think about what she was doing.
“ oh, have i not? ” valerie laughed, but shook her head. much had changed since peter left. had she changed much? surely, in the ten years he was gone, some things about her changed. not that she could put her finger on what. “ i grew a few inches and got past the awkward phase of how i looked, ” an ugly duckling she was no more. “ now, all that everyone talks about how pretty i have become . . . ”
it all still felt surreal. to be back in a place he always thought to be so wretched and feel so much joy, to feel whole again, just by hearing her voice again. " oh, good. i was worried there would be nothing left for me to do in daggerhorn, but i'm glad i'll be of some use, " he teased, not failing to notice how their little exchange already made her cheeks bloom with a rosy red gleam. their height difference was an advantage he already found particularly convenient as he leaned above her, the space between them slowly growing tighter.
" become? blind fools. to me, you always were, " he scoffed, the smile still plastered to his lips, but softer, more intimate, eyes hazy with adoration. he cherished each flaw and imperfection, little characteristic blemishes that she found to be less than desirable, but he treasured them. " but since everyone talks about that . . . it looks like i'm gonna have some competition. " peter cocked his head, amused, gently squeezing her hand back and letting it guide him closer. he could see each freckle, the beauty mark just below her bottom lip that he loved oh so much.
the words that leave him make her scoff. he does this because he cares? she could not bring herself to believe it. how does hurting her display care? he did not want her to waste her life on him. well, that was not his decision to make. peter is the furthest thing from a waste. he was the best part of her life. how could he not see that?
frustrated, she takes hold of his hand and places it over her chest. “ do you not feel that? ” gaze searches his, heart beating rapidly under his touch. “ peter, it beats for you . . . no one else, ” begging for him to see his impact on her. there are three little words that could be said; three words that explain all that needs to be said. “ . . . i love you, ” it was as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. she could breathe again. money had never mattered to valerie. what she wanted was the freedom to choose, to be loved and to love in return. there was no contest. she would take being poor, in love and truly happy over rich, loveless and miserable. there would be no happiness for her with henry. “ i know you feel the same, ” words whispered, her hand resting above his heart. “ if i am wrong, tell me. say the words . . . ” dark gaze studying his features. “ tell me that you do not love me, too . . . ”
the sudden movement took him by surprise, breath caught in his throat as his large hand was placed just above the deep cut neckline of her decolletage. skin to skin, radiating, the heart he tried so violently to silence now was now naked before her. her own heart was beating violently in a rhytmic passion beneath his fingers, drumming against her sternum as if all it desired was to break through it. " . . . i never stopped, " he muttered the half-sentence, incoherent under his own heartache as the dam broke, flooding him with emotion suddenly and all at once. i love you, those simple words spoken by her were enough to make his entire being collapse under his own desire.
" you were all i could ever think about when we were apart. " defeated, the mask crumbling into dust. his hand moved upwards towards her neck where veins pulsated violently with blood, thumb running against her chin as his index finger rested against the line of her jaw. finally, his gaze met hers; dark, dreamy, desperate, like the night sky reflected on the surface of the lake, inviting him to jump into the abyss. " i love you so much it consumes me. "
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her heart ached. his words, his actions . . . it all added into her grief. instead of being at her side, he thought it was better fit for him to be in the embrace of another. this is not how it is meant to be, she thought to herself. had they truly endured so much for it to end like this? it was not fair. not for her, and not for him either. how could he be so blind? much like everyone else in this town, he did not give her a choice in this matter. he had expected her to be without him and to be fine with that. she was not fine. valerie had lost her elder sister a day before peter went ghost. at the same time, she was forced to be without the two most important people in her life. it was a cruelty. “ be honest : do you even care, peter? ” she snaps, much like that of a wounded animal. she was beginning to feel as though he could not care less. clearly, he had other things to worry about, like which bed he would find himself in tonight. “ although, i am sure you are having a great time. fun is all that it was, hm? ” dark hues boring into his beautiful hazel. his eyes held an unspoken need, one that she was certain he was trying to repress. but why when there was no need to? when all that she has ever wanted was him? “ you did not give me a choice, do you realize that? ” she questioned, stepping nearer to him, picking up a bottle for herself. “ my choice has always been you, and when i needed you to choose me . . . you did not, ” the heartache seeps into her cracking voice. “ so, let me ask again : do you even care? ”
fun is all that it was, the words sting, a painful reminder of his own cruelty. he never meant those words, how could he? but they were meant to sting, it was easier to rip that bandaid off quickly, sacrifice their feeling like a lamb for slaughter if it meant valerie could live the comfortable life she deserved. ( if you really love her, you'll leave her alone. )
" i do this because i care. i care so much that i can't let you waste your life on me. " not once during these ten years has he stopped caring. in fact, one could say she was all he cared about, the rest of the world was met with anger and bitter indifference. his hand jolts when she approaches, fingers brushing her wrist just for a second as if preparing for it to be the last time. another sip of beer to distract himself and hide that his mask was slipping and an aching desire started to bleed through the cracks. the same pain and longing was in her eyes, and so he didn't dare to look at her, for if he did, he would truly be lost.
" you deserve better, valerie. so much better than . . . " he made a vague gesture, suddenly feeling small, " . . . this. " suzette directed this words at him like venom and he repeated them with hearbreak, letting the knife dig deeper. there was no universe in which them being apart would be better for either of them, and yet the seed of doubt was planted and nourished by each thrown henry's way. how handsome he was, well behaved and prospering; so educated and wealthy. a perfect match for any girl, a sweet young man with a big heart and an even bigger wallet.
✱ ˚。⋆ ↪ MAKING DEMANDS ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around posing requests / demands. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )
memorize my coffee order, already!
quit fidgeting, you look suspicious.
stop comparing yourself, it's pointless.
give yourself a minute, [ name ]. you need rest.
don't move ... a single muscle.
can you teach me how to do that?
order room service – let's be lazy today.
pull out your ID, they card everyone here.
pack light, we'll be walking for awhile.
stop second guessing yourself.
don't say another word.
show me what you've been working on.
we're already late, can you hurry?!
we don't have time for this, [ name ].
just take the compliment, okay?
don't you dare just leave me here.
quit being so stubborn about this.
relax, i've got everything handled.
turn up the music! i love this song.
take my jacket, i'm not asking.
give me your hand, let's take a walk.
order whatever you want, it's my treat.
stop picking fights when you're tired.
meet me tonight ... our spot.
loosen up, quit being so serious all the time.
stay awake, you might have a concussion.
just let yourself be happy for once.
you have to stop sabotaging yourself.
tell me why you're really here.
drop your [ weapon / gun / knife ]!
quit trying to change the subject.
just breathe with me for a minute. in, out.
follow me and stay close.
just be yourself, [ name ]. that's all i want.
call me when you get home safe.
don't beg, it's pathetic.
stop trying to fix everyone else's problems.
can you [ tie / zip ] this for me?
stop lying to me. tell me what you did.
put that down, you don't know what it is.
tell me what you're thinking right now.
stay quiet until i figure this out.
tell me something i don't know about you.
come dance with me.
get out of my sight.
wear the [ item ] i bought you tonight.
take my arm, those heels look dangerous.
let me drive – you can enjoy the scenery.
can you stop hovering?
wait ...! hold still, i want to take a picture.
keep your hands where i can see them.
stop pretending you know what's going on.
find a first-aid kit. quickly!
you can't tell anyone what you saw.
take a nap, i'll wake you for dinner.
keep your voice down, they'll hear us.
don't you dare lie to me.
take the scenic route, we're not in a rush.
tell me a story from when you were little.
answer your phone when i call you.
give me your jacket, i'm freezing.
don't get yourself killed.
tell me what you see when you look at yourself.
tell me what you see when you look at me.
stop being so modest about your achievements!
leave them to me, just go.
just admit that you love me.
just admit that you hate me.
come here, let me look at you.
don't listen to them, they don't know what they're talking about.
[ name ], don't make me do this.
drop your [ weapon ].
stay here and wait for my signal.
don't just sit there, move.
take this and run, don't let anyone have it.
pretend you're my [ partner / gf / bf ].
don't look , you'll give us away.
stay with me, don't drift off.
stop pretending like you care.
go make sure the coast is clear.
take this with you. it's a good luck charm.
don't tell anyone about this.
if anybody asks about today, lie.
stop looking at me like that.
tell me you love me.
just kiss me, already.
talk to me in [ language ].
keep your eyes on the road.
stop crying and calm down.
give me one chance to explain.
come with me. there's so much we could do.
wear the [ dress / tie / item ] i gave you tonight.
show me how you like to be touched.
hold my hand.
kiss me, make it look real.
look at me. how many fingers am i holding up?
[ name ] ... will you marry me?
just slow down for a minute. what's going on?
take a deep breath, you need to calm down.
get out of here, [ name ]!
draw your weapon.
go rest. i'm not asking.
take a step back.
keep your promise for once.
quit assuming you know what i'm thinking.
give me a straight answer.
be polite to our guests.
look me in the eye and say that again.
put your feelings aside for a moment.
keep close to me.
here, let me see that.
look up at the sky.
run ... run and don't stop!
get out of here, i don't want to see you right now.
stand up, this isn't over yet.
close your eyes and count to ten.
keep your head down and keep moving.
[ name ], let me past.
listen carefully to what i'm about to say.
don't just stare, come in.
stop laughing, this isn't funny.
take this and hide it from me.
don't make a sound.
the sidewalk is slippery, give me your hand.
quit causing problems everywhere you go.
just admit that you don't know what you're doing.
stop right there, i mean it.
don't say that name aloud.
just trust me, okay?
stop acting so childish.
call the police. now.
tell me you love me, even if it's not real.
take a good hard look.
stop the car, [ name ].
let me walk you to your [ door / car ].
almost done, just give me five more minutes!
don't make eye contact.
stay out of trouble.
let me see that beautiful smile again.
just do it already, we've waited long enough.
hold me tight, and never let me go.
finish what you started.
tell me what you know.
quit being so melodramatic.
just stay away from me.
turn around. slowly.
don't be scared.
put it down before somebody gets hurt.
stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending.
grab me my [ item ], will you?
don't make assumptions.
put this over it to stop the bleeding.
get to safety! i'll be right behind you!
stay the night, i hate sleeping alone.
wipe that look off your face.
keep an eye on them.
look at yourself in the mirror.
eat. you haven't touched your food in days.
her breath hitches the moment he comes her way. a mutual recognition, the undeniable pull towards the other. electricity course in the air between them. instead of remaining where she had been seated, she started to walk towards him. the need, no— the desire, to be near him was overpowering. goosebumps, the very moment he speaks her name. it is said as a question, requiring confirmation, but she cannot find her words. her mind jumbled mess of frantic thoughts. “ i never thought that i would see you again . . . ” words uttered softly, quietly, as dark brown eyes met his own gaze. i have missed you, words unspoken. was she dreaming again? was this just another hope of hers opposed to reality? “ . . . it’s really good to see you again, peter, ” and she had meant that earnestly. valerie had remembered him fondly; her childhood best friend. her dear corruptor. the town had thought him to be a bad influence on her, but she disagreed. he had taught her many things; the biggest lesson was how to stand up for herself. “ you have always been taller than me, ” she began, and gave him a quick lookover. “ but this? perhaps there is some envy. i stopped growing at the age of sixteen, ” valerie teased him. both were now in their mid-twenties. something lighthearted, something to provide a little more normality. surely, he did not want raw emotion this early in the morning.
her words caused a smile to light his face up, not his usual snarl, not a smirk, a real smile that reached his eyes and made the faint crows feet appear. hearing her voice again made the reason behind his return crystal clear, scorning glances and gossiping crowds suddenly as irrelevant as the dirt beneath his boots.
" sorry. i expected you to catch up . . . i mean, how long has it been? you had ten years. " peter teased and cocked his head like a curious cat, hand pushed by an invisible instinct, reaching out to brush away the stray strand of hair that the winter wind blew into her face. peter took a moment to study her; white petals of snow adorned her hair like glass flowers, her dark eyes warm like honey, looking at him with such intensity he felt like they alone were igniting a fire deep within him. his hand was frozen there by her warm skin just for a second, before eventually retreating.
" you haven't changed one bit, " he murmured, words softer than intended, still enamored by the electricity of that phantom touch. it was only a partial lie, because somehow she's gotten even more enchanting. she was an exceptional yet familiar type of beauty, like a flower that bloomed every spring after a long, excrutiating winter. the realisation that his entire being missed her company was excruciatingly obvious in the way his fingers ached to touch her again.
muse associations.
animals … wolves, dogs, wild horses. mythological creatures … werewolf, cerberus. mythological figures … leander, hades. drinks … beer, moonshine, lemon and ginger tea with honey, mulled wine, mead. food … steak, beef tartare, borscht, venison, dark chocolate, sourdough bread with butter and salt, honey cake. fruits + berries … huckleberries, cranberries, peaches, mirabelle plums. flowers … lupinus, foxglove, snowdrop. spices … wild garlic, juniper, mustard seed, smoked chilli, sea salt. materials … wood, leather, wool, iron. weapons … hunting knife, seal knife, axe, fists. clothes … leather jacket, black linen, leather belts and buckles, denim, black cotton shirts, leather boots, combat boots, flannel shirts, hoodies, band shirts. gemstones … onyx, obsidian, amber. colors … black, maroon, hickory brown. weather + time … thunderstorm, snowstorm, midnights, early mornings. disasters … wildfire, avalanche. locations … the forest, lumber mill, a cave, wilderness, a cabin in the woods, roadside bar, a garage. miscellaneous … tree sap dripping down cracked bark, hands roughened by work, blood moon rising, bleeding bite marks, a forest absorbed by darkness, to love is to devour, animal tracks in the snow. tagged by: @mangledwood <3 tagging: you!