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hemlock grove oc. loved by lea.

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                                                                 you are a COMMODITY.

psd: x.

[progenithera]

henlo, a long coversation last night has made me wanna completely reboot my dottir (new name, slightly altered backstory and personality)

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    “ — WELL THIS SCREAMS DEMONIC POSSESSION TO ME, did you know that demons present themselves as little kids to try lure you in? Have you seen the movie Annabelle? If a doll gets thrown at us….i’m just saying you better catch it on camera” Letha explained while shooting Eleanor a serious look, before taking the spirit-box out.

[progenithera]

Eyes follow the other silently. Patiently. Annabelle. In her entire life, Eleanor had seen approximately four films---- three of them scrapped documentaries on Voss. 

Lips purse. Her hands rest in her lap, fidgetting with the cellphone the other had thrust at her at the beginning of the night. For filming! She insisted on documenting every moment of their descent into the ruins.

“---Why would you throw a doll at me?”

[progenithera]

So I’m not sure whether I want to make a completely separate blog for Eleanor, but following for the very, very, initial concept of her (before I built her more around Hemlock Grove), or just make my Hemlock Grove bit an au.

[progenithera]

I’m not dead, just bobbing between blogs and adjusting to classes.

[progenithera]

sindefined‌:

    ‘ 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚆𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝚃 … you seem oddly familiar to me .   ’    𝙸𝚃 wasn’t a very insightful question given that amara had known thousands of people over her long life span.    however, she very seldom forgot a face.   // @progenither

She’d never seen this face. Couldn’t place the voice... 

 Odd? 

She can never tell exactly how far her face has reached---- the way Father speaks, she expected the entire world to have her features seared into their memories. Voss Inc’s disposable darling... 

  “Why ODDLY ?” She speaks softly, each word punctuated by a beat.

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@progenither​ gets a buzzfeed unsolved au

      “You’re telling me that you wouldn’t be unnerved by finding a bunch of stuffed animals organized into a little cult circle when no one did it?”

[progenithera]

She cocks her head, thoughtfully. Hemlock Grove was a patchwork. New foundations build on, or around, the skeletons of abandoned neighborhoods, empty businesses. Seated on folding legs int eh center of the remains of a girl’s bedroom, her gaze roamed over the peeling wallpaper.

“I find it improbable.” Honesty, she decides, is likely the more comforting answer.

[meganfoxrocksmyworld]

[progenithera]

Richard Voss.

[toomucharitime]

[allwereallyneedisweed]

Notice everything.

Act like you don’t.

[hercarchive-deactivated20190825]

“She was a star that wanted to be the sun,but the night sky was her home. And those born in darkness can only shine so bright.”

— anticanon’s LETHA GODFREY from Hemlock Grove / loved by renee.

[progenithera]

while I’m spamming ooc content tonight, I admitted in confidence that close proximity to southern accents brings mine back out from the depths of hell and now the youtu.be algorythm has been bullying me.

[progenithera]

I made a thing that might become a promo.

psd.

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when u create too many ocs and dont have the time to develop them all equally and ur brain just wants u to focus on one or two at a time but u keep making more and more and u feel like ur abandoning the ones u havent done anything with for a while

[withalisp]

            𝐖𝐄 ,    unaccustomed  to  courage ,    exiles  from  delight ,    live  coiled  in  shells  of  loneliness  until  love  leaves  its  high  holy  and  comes  into  our  sight               to  liberate  us  into  life .

                        LETHA  GODFREY  from  brian  mcgreevy’s    “  hemlock  grove  ” .    re - written  by  kari .

[progenithera]

pulchramortis‌:

“ did you know that telling someone they smell funky is super rude? ”  he fires back, nose wrinkling as he breathes deeply and actually notices her own smell for the first time. it’s the same almost sickly sweet scent of rot and decay that clings to roman, but there’s a sharp edge to it as well — stings like the acrid burn of disinfectant. peter frowns, tilting his head as he considers her.  “ …you’re one of them. roman didn’t mention that. ”  roman didn’t mention a lot about this girl, and he’s going to get the beating of his life when peter gets his hands on him.  “ what did he tell you about me? anything? ”  knowing roman, it might be absolutely nothing, or it might be everything. peter’s hoping it’s closer to nothing, honestly. 

She’d struck a nerve! "Why?” She silences the amusement beginning to crawl into her features, willing, instead, her brows to knit, eyes to widen in confusion. 

Why? Why? Why? 

Her head lists to the side, auburn waves tumbling with it. “Wouldn’t you WANT to know? To know how odd it is?” Like a dog, she realizes. He smells like a dog. Softer... Wilder than the regimented shepherds that trotted from floor to floor when Richard needed to feel powerful. 

Her confusion has little time to be feigned, genuine surprise soon overtaking her features. 

Them. 

A lucky guess! Roman’s scent must be lingering on her skin. It confused the dogs too--- her lack of scent. How easily her body was overtaken with the strongest aroma, claiming it as her own. 

“Do you always berate people?” She could understand, now, the unease of Hemlock’s residents.