RAW NERVES.

HEMLOCK GROVE'S; PETER RUMANCEKsemi canon divergent spoilers // triggering 18 + strictly //// nsfw ` somewhat selective #VVOLFHEART

[vvolfheart]

another night of dreary skies hung over his head like a warning. the grey clouds only split for the crimson skies to peak through, leaving the above painted like something out of a horror movie. it was the edge of dusk and the sun was settling away from the world, leaving the darkness to allow it’s tendrils to creep from the depths and devour the light. 

far enough from the city, peter found himself here at cliff’s edge more often than not these days. legs dangling the side, watching the water sputter downwards into the cavernous maw of the lake below. sometimes he wondered just how deep the crystal blue lake was - from here, it seemed bottomless. 

 the buzzing of the city was little more than a droning hum this far out, it was peaceful in the weirdest of ways. to be alone was a place for comfort, which seemed painfully telling of his current state.

the sound of footsteps brought a furrow to his brow, head canting like a curious dog. people didn’t often wander out this far these days. wolves and all.   ❝ strange to see someone else out here. ❞ he noted, glancing only over his shoulder for a moment before returning focus to the spitting waterfall  ❝ not that i’m opposed to company. ❞

[vvolfheart]

————- I’ll be honest, it’s been a hell of a year. 2021 brought a lot of stress, but ended on a phenomenal note. I’m happy to be back, and I hope I’ll find my way back into enjoying this place. Thanks to those who stuck around, and welcome to the new and returning folks. 

[vvolfheart]

                        RUN BOY RUN.

[vvolfheart]

Am I -- Al I VE? 

[phantomemes]

starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .

‘  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes  ’

‘  how i soften when you pull me against you  ’

‘  you are teaching me to love  ’

‘  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes  ’

‘  you perhaps will become my swan song  ’

‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’

‘  you are my good days  ’

‘  i have been loved dearly  ’

‘  i promise you will not always be this war  ’

‘  thank god for the stubbornness of organs  ’

‘  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you  ’

‘  there will always be another day  ’

‘  there will always be another mercy  ’

‘  perhaps i will take up dancing again  ’

‘  what a pretty little disaster you will be  ’

‘  i am terrified for you  ’

‘  i will fold inside of myself  ’

‘  today i am thankful  ’

‘  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake  ’

‘  come and get me  ’

‘  i tell myself i do not need you  ’

‘  i think i broke again last night  ’

‘  i’m just trying to connect with you  ’

‘  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing  ’

‘  burn the house down in search of yourself  ’

‘  don’t you dare ever stop looking  ’

‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’

‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’

‘  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing  ’

‘  find that you are made of russian nesting dolls  ’

‘  the trees are always kindest with spring comes  ’

‘  teach yourself the hymns again  ’

‘  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips  ’

‘  this life is an altar  ’

‘  i am sorry i do not have more time  ’

‘  there is a mountain in me  ’

‘  by the morning i am a triumph  ’

‘  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat  ’

‘  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across  ’

‘  there are many things that will fit beneath your skin  ’

‘  forgiveness does not take up much room  ’

‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’

‘  you do not have to hold it quite so tightly  ’

‘  there is a prayer in me  ,  still  ’

‘  you scare me a little  ’

‘  you can be a good thing and not a whole thing  ’

‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’

‘  the rain comes and sounds like you  ’

‘  i cannot tell you why i still trust god  ’

‘  find peace and build a home out of it  ’

‘  there is never an end  ’

[vvolfheart]

——— the night rolled in waves; heavy sky and thunderous crashes, droplets filling the streets with little rivers. it was the kind of night you spent inside, the kind of night that you avoided going out lest you enjoyed the freezing rain and the heavy howls of wind through dancing trees. and of course, peter in all his lack of luck had found himself in the middle of the storm. looking for somewhere to hide an hour or so until the sky-brightening flashes of lightening faded, he ducked into a small run-down building along the side of the road. he’d never seen anyone leave or enter, and it seemed a well enough place to rest the night.

of course, the old saying out of the frying pan happened to apply to the boy more than he cared to admit - maybe, despite the figure moving in the darkness, tonight wouldn’t be one of them.

                       ❝ didn’t figure anyone was here.                                          thought it was abandoned. ❞                                   he’d just crawled through a broken window and was standing just where’d he’d entered, ready to back through if need be. the last thing he needed was a fight or the cops to be called.

[vvolfheart]

The temptation to come back is real. 

[vvolfheart]

Life went crazy now I’m back.

[vvolfheart]

      @treacherovs ||  ❝ did you just call the demon a motherfucker? ❞

𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑮𝑹𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑻 into a smirk, peter looked proud of himself for the little jab. a lazy shrug followed by mischevious hands tucking into jacket pockets, he rocked on his feet while taking this all less than seriously; ❝ and if i did? ❞ 

[vvolfheart]

      @upir​ ||  ❝ you left without saying goodbye ❞

𝑮𝑼𝑰𝑳𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺𝑵'𝑻 𝑨𝑵 𝑬𝑨𝑺𝒀 𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 - factually, it was one he’d felt very little of through his life. He’d known regret as a dear friend, he’d known mistakes like the back of his hand, but guilt was different, guilt was something he was unwilling to process - paired with pain that ripped his heart in half and left it that way? Peter did the only thing he knew how to do well - R U N. 

                                            ❝ i know. but i’m back now. ❞ Maybe that was better, maybe that was worse. Either way, apologies proper weren’t something in his current book of tricks. 

[vvolfheart]

        𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀𝑨𝑴

     “Awful things happen without fault.” Who’s words were those, Maryam? They fell from the tip of a sharp tongue, but what traction did they hold coming from a woman responsible for the countless deaths of others? A monster of the worlds design, perhaps, but she still made that decision. As did the both of them now. Monsters helping monsters - dwindle it to that. “He hit you first. You retaliated.”

𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑭𝑨𝑼𝑳𝑻 he parroted in his head, without fault - didn’t seem possible, plausible, logical. Lately, more than ever, logic seemed... well, illogical.   ❝ it’s not that easy. ❞ blood stained, blood stuck on his hands and would never leave. his strength existed beyond the confines of his fur and fury; even as a man, an off grip would mean a broken wrist - jaw - or neck.

              ❝ what now. ❞ 

[vvolfheart]

    𝑺𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑨

“complicated,” samara repeated the word. a sentiment she knew all too well. she wasn’t prepared for her own question to be turned back around, and it earned a small shrug at first. “i’m the nachtmara. the. as in one and only.” it was a fact she’d grown numb to over the millennia. “no guidance. just a lifetime of lessons and loneliness.”

❝ complicated. ❞ he understood how that worked. he wasn’t quite as alone, but the last wolf he’d known was gone, and it seemed that going forward he’d be on his own. even when you’re not alone, you’re lonely. his cousins words panged in his heart. ❝ it’s not easy. makes us stronger, doesn’t it? ❞

[vvolfheart]

     @ kctamina ||  ❝ give me a heads up if you start to feel murderous. ❞

𝐹𝐿𝐼𝐶𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐶𝐼𝐺𝐴𝑅𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐸 into the glistening pool of sludge before him, peter shrugged, canting his head slightly to the side and furrowing his brows. ❝ murderous. ❞ he turned, tucking hands into his pockets while rocking slightly on the heels of his feet.  

                                       ❝ do I give off that vibe? ❞

[strmstrck]

              `HOW TO DISAPPEAR COMPLETELY.

[aestheticschaos]

Pricolici aesthetic

Romanian folklore creatures series - III

Pricolici, similar to strigoi (troubled spirits of the dead rising from the grave), are undead souls that have risen from the grave to harm living people. While a strigoi possesses anthropomorphic qualities similar to the ones it had before death, a pricolici always resembles a wolf or a dog. Malicious, violent men are often said to become pricolici after death, in order to continue harming other humans. Sometimes “sin children” (from incest) become pricolici after they die.

[vvolfheart]

` SLOW ACTIVITY NOTICE ! !

                i’m moved into the new place but still going at a snail’s pace; i’m a poet, what’s up. so i’ll be here to do replies now and then but i am also focused on unpacking this holyfucknightmare move. i’ll be back to full activity in a week or two, but until then i’m just kind of keeping up. i’m reachable on DSCRD via nevermore#0880 just tell me who you are. otherwise thanks for being patient with me!

[sirenibe]

Aesthetics ; Werewolf