#letha godfrey

[userhaiz]

Hemlock Grove Season One | Episode One Jellyfish In the Sky

#hemlock grove #roman godfrey #letha godfrey #bill skarsgård #billskarsgardedit #*mine: gifs

[emiliosandozsequence]

hi saw you asked for web weaving requests and maybe something about watching the person loved by everyone from a distance? xx

everybody here wants you: a collection the ransom, renée viven / 'seaside improvisation', richard siken / hemlock grove (2013-2015) cr. brian mcgreevey / noisy among the shenbaka flowers, andal / do not bring him water, caitlin scarano

#i'm sorry this is so short and it took so long #but i waited to post it forEver bc i was hoping to find more quotes/images and i just couldn't rip #ask #anonymous #mine #mww #comparative #comparatives #hemlock grove #roman godfrey #letha godfrey #web weave #web weaves #web weaving #web weavings

[authorred]

Hell's Gate (Part 2) (Hemlock Grove) (Roman Godfrey x Fem!reader)

Preface: Coming back from the dead is no easy feat. You're left stumbling by yourself through the town to the Godfrey Estate. Peter is there, Olivia is not, and Roman's in a coma.

Warning(s): Cursing, blood, some description of bodily injuries, and death threats (and actual death, maybe)

Part 1 here Part 3 here Part 4 here Part 5 here

As per requested, @pearlstiare

"I'm going to fucking kill her. Maim her to hell and to fucking back again. Rip her damned throat out and shove back in her mouth to choke on." Leaving a faint trail of bloody footsteps behind you, you stumbled through the outskirts of town and up the only road that led to it. Dressed in a white shirt and pants, red soaked through the cloth. You looked like a walking criminal case.

"And when she's begging me for mercy through her excised larynx, I'll rip her limb from limb and feed it to the fucking Vargulf!"

When you had exited out of your grave, it was touching down dusk. The faint warmth of the sun leaked through the bare trees and hit your face. If you were honest, that only fueled the burning anger and hatred coursing through your body. You felt warm. You felt hot. And not the good kind of hot.

From behind you came the gravelly crunch of car tires on the road. You stopped walking when you could see headlights come over the hill. You turned to see a truck travelling towards you, and without much thought, you stepped out into the middle of the road. You heard the driver yell and curse out in alarm before slamming the breaks. The car stopped a few inches from your body. You watched him wave his arms out in frustration before the driver-side door opened. You were on it immediately, coming chest to chest with the taller man.

"Give me your car," you ordered, staring up at him. The driver just blinked in indignation.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy bitch--" He didn't get to finish his sentence because you had his throat gripped tightly in your hand.

"That wasn't a fucking question." You lifted him from the ground, to which he let out a panicked, choked gasp. With a small grunt, you threw him to the side and into the ditch, where he rolled down the hill with several pained yells. You replaced him in the driver's seat and closed the door before flooring the truck down the road.

You haphazardly pulled into the Godfrey Estate's property, not even bothering to put the truck in park. You kicked the driver's side door off the car itself, stepping barefoot on the clean and tidy ground. From what you could smell, Olivia was not home, but Roman was. Good e-fucking-nough.

You stormed up to the front door, ripping out wooden splinters from your skin, which healed immediately. You practically tore the door off its hinges. No doubt it drew the attention of whoever else was inside the house. You stepped into the lavish entry hall and sniffed around, smelling two more scents that were familiar. You eyed the spiral staircase where the scent trails led to and padded up the carpeted steps.

"Roman?" You called out loudly. "I know you're here. Where the everloving fuck is your goddamned mother?!" You paused halfway when you heard two sets of rapid footsteps coming towards your direction. Sliding into the hall, and consequently at the top of the stairs, was Peter and Letha, who had come from the attic.

For a moment, the three of you just stared at each other. Peter's and Letha's jaws were slack--eyes as wide as if they saw the ghost of their dead loved one.

You just inquisitively raised a brow. "Why are you two here? Where's Roman?"

"How--?" Peter choked out, face twitching in compensation for his brain trying to wrap around the fact he was seeing you. Alive. "We. . . we saw you. . . at the morgue. . . you were. . . and Roman was. . ."

"Yeah, you did," you agreed. "I was dead. Now I'm not. Sur-fucking-prise." You continued to walk up the stairs, and Peter backed up, taking Letha with him. You just scrunched your face up at him.

"The fuck's your deal? Do you not think I'm me, or something?"

"I--I don't know. . . there's no way that you're. . . you're dead, we saw you." Letha's voice cracked.

You just sighed irritably and rubbed your face. "You got pregnant by an angel, but somehow this is unbelievable?"

Letha's face blanched and she nervously looked at Peter, who glanced at her. "Are you really. . . I mean. . . how are you. . . alive?"

"We can go over that later," you hastily replied. "Where's Roman?"

"He's in the attic," Peter replied.

"Why's he in the attic?"

Peter hesitated for a moment before saying, "He's in a coma."

A tense moment of silence fell over the three of you. You stared at Peter as if he had said the dumbest thing a man could've uttered. In fact, you genuinely thought he did. "What? How did that idiot get in a coma? How long have I been 'dead', exactly?"

"He overdosed," Peter replied. "And it's been close to two weeks."

"Overdosed?" You repeated, crossing your arms. "On what?"

"Just. . . drugs," Peter shrugged. "They didn't specify what."

"Roman doesn't even do drugs--aside from the occasional coke line. And he hasn't done that since we've been together. Only thing he's an addiction to is smoking, and I'm trying to get him weaned off that. I don't even kiss him when I can smell that cancer on him. Ugh, disgusting just to think about."

"That's what Dr. Pryce said," Letha further explained. Your lips twitched at the mention of that man's name.

"Right. Well, I trust that man as far as I can throw him. Which, evidently, I'm not willing to throw him that far." You moved past them and made your way up to the attic. The steady beeping of a heart monitor echoed from the room. When you passed under the doorway, you focused on the stationary hospital bed set up in the middle of the floor. You slowed your pace when you got closer, nervously peering past the bed's frame. You stopped walking when you saw Roman lying in it, unconscious.

"You fucking idiot," you sighed, traipsing to his side. You gently cupped his cheek, brushing some hair out from his eyes. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm letting you know right now, that when your mother comes back; I'm killing the hell out of her." You leaned on the side of the bed and gently pet his face, taking extra care not to jostle him too much.

Eventually, Peter and Letha slowly reentered the room, having want to give you time with Roman.

"He's been. . . doing shit since your death," Peter spoke carefully. "He really loves you."

You looked over your shoulder at him and nodded slowly. "Yeah," you agreed. "I wasn't ready to go. To leave him. To leave you all hanging with this. . . well, you know."

Peter nodded in understanding. "He'll be happy to see you're alive. . . somehow."

You snorted. "Yeah. I'll explain it to you guys soon. Also, can I ask a favor of you two?"

Peter gestured for you to continue.

"Don't tell Olivia I'm alive."

Something seemed to have clicked in Peter's mind because he nodded almost immediately. "Not a word." He nudged Letha who also agreed, albeit slightly quieter.

You nodded at them gratefully before turning your attention back to Roman. "Can't go one day without getting yourself in some shit, huh?" You whispered with a small smile. "That's fine, though. I'll be here when you wake up. I promise."

With a tired sigh, you slumped on the couch across from Roman's bed. You got tired of standing and there wasn't enough room on the hospital bed for both of you. You sprawled out on the couch and stared up at the arching ceiling. Wherever Olivia was you don't even know--and Peter was speaking--or rather yelling--with Letha downstairs. About what, you didn't care to know.

Your eyes suddenly shifted over to the dark figure standing in the corner of the room, body having the appearance of ink in water; but it was glitching. As if it was inside of a tv screen losing reception.

Ö̵͓̫̮l̸̻̹̺͗͒̎͊̊̚ḯ̴̯̈́͂͒v̷̢͙̺͉̋̃̂i̵̼͋̿ä̴̗̜̩̟́̄̑ ̸̻͎͕̻̬͖͋͛̕͝G̵̝̜̤̹̰͗̌ͅo̸̹̣̎̉͠d̸͈̻̆̎̀̅̔ͅf̶̞̪̋̈́͐̋͘͝ṛ̵̰͕̫͋̾̇̆͊̾è̶̫͖̙̤̦̽͗͐ͅy̸̲͇̺̓̋ ̸̪̉̈́̑s̴͓̯̝͖̘̀̈t̷̰̭̯̲̝͇̅͛͆̕i̴̧͈̠͕̿͜ͅl̸͍͇͐ľ̵̹ ̶̹̻̠̍̎̚ḷ̶͈̼̕i̷͓̔v̷͕͗ê̸̢̖͐s̷̙̜̪͂͛

"Yeah, I know," you spoke out. "She's not here. She doesn't know I'm alive. It's perfect, is it not?"

W̴̹̥̤̐̒̈͗̑i̸͕̬͆͝l̷͍̩͋̀̌̆̑͝l̸̨̳̔ ̴̢̮̼̠̈́̇͝ͅt̷͉̩̟̺̽ẖ̴̭̒̿ỉ̴͈̮s̷̟͉͈̼̬̾͐ ̶̜̖̩̝̼̈̂b̸̗̥̙̽̓̓̄̚͘é̶̬͔͑ ̶̖͆̌̆̀̄t̶̝̖͖̔̂͜h̷̬̿̔̒͘e̶̼͉̭̜̬̓͛́͊͝ ̵̽͒̃̅͆ͅf̸̛̮̦̈͐̊̋̃ĭ̷̲̄́̒̚r̸̝͖͐͛͂̚��̠̰͍š̸̠̼̘̝̖̜͊̈́̊ţ̸̭̹̜͓̹̃̈́̀͝ ̵̘̇̎̅͗͗͝t̷̞̗̲̤͔̬̀͑͗̈́̌͗i̷̺̺͑͌͒m̴̮̠̈́ę̶̳͚̣͖̠̆͑͛͝ ̶̭̄͌̐̉ͅy̸̤͚̮̍̈̄̕ȫ̷̝̉͑̈́̉ṳ̵͎̭̟̝̠̀̆́̑͛͝ ̶̢͓͇̋w̶͉̬̮̻̅ò̴͉̥̫̦͚̒̂́n̶̹̄̕'̶͖̂́̐̊t̸̡͇̺͙̍ ̶̧̳̬̾͐̑͊́̊b̸̨͖̼͇̮͖̽̽̓̀ĕ̸̙̹̆̏͂͊ ̷̼̀̏̿̿̊ͅǎ̴͙̦͕͓̞b̷̧̤̮̙̄̃͒̑̐͘l̷̨̜͙͖̜͉͘ȩ̷̟̀̈́̊̄ ̶̨̧̖̖̰̦͋͑̿̏̔̅t̸͙̊ǒ̵͍̟́̾͒͋ ̵̹͍̮̆̓̿̎̚e̴̩̘̥̜̿ͅṋ̵̨̖̱̬̈̌̋a̶̢̛̘͎͉̙͊̑͌̉͑c̸̨̨̰͗͗͑͗͗͜͝t̶͍͇͙͇͊̓͐́̉̄ ̸͚͝͝r̶̘̠̩̬̮̍̈́e̷̦̦̍̈́̅̎̆v̵̞̯͎̔̑̚ḛ̵̣̠̈́̀̈́͊n̸̨͔̬̑͒̐̍̇̏g̴̨̣̒ë̷̗͆́̋̀?̶̲̽̈́̏̀͋

"No," you immediately replied. "I'll pay my blood debt with her life. Don't worry about it."

The inky shadow being bled into the walls, body leaking back into the cracks of the house.

You sighed heavily. "I fucking hate you Olivia Godfrey."

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[originalwitchedits]

LETHA GODFREY (HEMLOCK GROVE)

#hemlock grove #hemlock grove edit #hemlockgroveedit #letha godfrey #letha godfrey edit #lethagodfreyedit #penelope mitchell #penelope mitchell edit #penelopemitchelledit #moodboard

[puppychase]

and the other girl also dies horrifically… not one single survivor of the misogyny drive by

#live #Hemlock grove #letha godfrey #:( #norman saying “fuck the baby. She’s my baby.” Horrible. #Spoilers

[hrtached]

cleric of sune letha godfrey you will always be famous.

#i don't have baldur's gate 3 but i have played a campaign of d&d with a cleric named daesah banniarnith #and only one person in the whole party knew that she was based off of letha #i just love that i can put her into any universe and in my head it can make sense #i'll have to add the information to her carrd #i think Selûne is the closest deity in bg3 that you can be a cleric of #but they're so closely related already that i think i may just keep her as a cleric of Sune #letha godfrey i'm always thinking about you #i've been trying to get back into the swing of being here regularly by working on drafts #don't know if it's working but i'm trying #delete .

[entangledmuses]

"Well this is definitely a nice surprise." Letha smiled as she pulled off her coat and slipped off her shoes. She walked towards the bed and climbed on, kissing Eddie lightly as she did. She laid down on the bed beside him and smiled, combing her fingers lightly through his hair. "How did you know I needed you?" She asked softly as she laid down, stroking his arm as she pulled it over her, just wanting to feel his warmth.

#submission #asks:Letha Godfrey #muse:Letha Godfrey #I guessed it was for Letha #though Flora liked the view too ;) hahahahaha #whatsayyoueddiethebanished

[untamedlobo]

“I don’t know what to say, do you want me to wish you good luck or something? ‘Cause I hate this. I hate every part of this.” From Letha

“.. this is the only way to save the town and your cousin … to keep both of you safe .. I have to be able to turn like She does .” He sighed eyeing the jars of bacon grease. He wasn’t gonna let Christina hurt anymore people especially those close to him.

#MY HEART #<3 #his Light -Letha Godfrey

[ofthestcrs]

‘  losing  feeling  is  getting  old . ‘ - From Peter ( @bloodthirsty-hero )

"Not to go all my dad on you, but they say going numb is a symptom of the brain trying to protect itself from something," Letha said quietly, "You know ... if you're going through something you can talk to me right? I mean - I'd like to think I'm the least judgemental person out there. Top one hundred, at least."

#{ Letha Godfrey ; Answer ;; } #bloodythirstyhero #i give u letha for feels

[authorred]

Hell's Gate (Part 3) (Hemlock Grove) (Roman Godfrey x Fem!reader)

Preface: Now reunited with Roman who still lay in a coma, you've no choice but to wait out his unconsciousness. He wakes up soon after you arrive, the night of the full moon. While he and Peter are gone, you have one issue to deal with in the meantime.

Warning(s): Cursing, blood, mentions of death (and actual death, probably), general dark themes ig

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 4 here Part 5 here

It was the morning after, and Peter was still over by the time you woke up early in the morning. You blinked groggily when Peter softly shook you awake. "What?" You murmured.

"It's morning," Peter whispered. "I figured you wouldn't want to sleep in."

"You figured wrong," you sighed. "But it's fine. I'm awake, now." You slowly sat up and rubbed your eyes.

"Tonight's the full moon," Peter said. You stared up at him.

"What does that . . . what does that mean?" You inquired.

"I'm going to kill the Vargulf."

"And how are you going to do that?"

"Just," he shrugged. "I just am."

"Uh huh," you hummed, kissing your teeth. "And what were you arguing with Letha about last night?"

He choked, quickly averting his gaze to anywhere but you. "Don't worry about it. I had to."

"Uh . . . huh . . ." You peered at him for a few more seconds before looking up at the ceiling. "So once the Vargulf is dead . . . what then? How do I . . . we, come back from that? Everyone thinks I'm dead, and everyone thinks you're a werewolf and causing all of this."

"I don't know," Peter stressed. "We'll just have to . . . take what's coming, I guess."

"What time is it?"

Both you and Peter jumped at the new, but familiar voice. Roman was sitting up, utterly dazed, but awake. You immediately sat up straighter and stared at him. He didn't seem to notice you at first.

"Ah, it's two weeks since you passed out," Peter replied.

"What?"

Peter just shrugged.

"Oh, fuck me." Roman removed his oxygen tube.

You slowly stood up and walked around the couch. When Roman finally saw you, his mouth parted in shock.

"Surprise," you gave him a lopsided smile.

He just stared at you intently. As if you were some sort of hallucination. "Is this . . . is this some kind of sick fucking joke?" He looked at Peter.

"Really?" You rolled your eyes. "I figured you'd be happier to see me. Or at least smile."

Roman just shifted to sit up straighter and stared at you defensively. "Y/n's dead. Whoever you are, this is a fucked up--"

"Roman, you almost killed me by kissing me after taking a puff of a cigarette and blowing the smoke into my mouth."

Peter blinked.

"I then strangled you until your face turned blue, and Olivia--God damn that woman--forbade me from conversing with you for two weeks."

Like a light switch turning on, he ripped out his IV and basically vaulted over the side of his bed. Peter attempted to stop him before he fell over, but Roman crashed into your body. If it wasn't for your above-average strength, you would've been toppled. He hugged as if you were a lifeline, clinging to you like a child to their parent. His body trembled lightly, grip borderline suffocating. All the same, you hugged him back tightly.

"I missed you so much," you whispered.

He sniffed in your neck. "I missed you too," he sobbed. "So fucking much."

You gently pet the back of his head, gently shushing him when his cries got louder. "It's okay. I'm here. Don't ask me how I'm here, but know I am."

Peter stayed quiet and off to the side, allowing you two to properly reunite after two weeks of your presumed death. He smiled lightly at seeing two of his friends happy. Though, he was still anxious due to incoming pressing matters.

Eventually, you slowly pulled away from the hug. Or tried to, at least, because he still wasn't going to let you go any time soon. "Roman," you said softly. "The full moon is tonight. You and Peter need to go do what you got to do."

Sniffling again, he reluctantly began to pull away. "Yeah. . . yeah." He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Yeah. And after that, you're not leaving my side."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, and in the meantime, I've something to deal with."

Roman gently cradled your face between his hands, gazing at you gently. "What is it? I'll help you."

You slowly shake your head. "No. You can't help me with this. You and Peter have more important things to do. So, go." You returned the gesture of affection and gently stroked his cheek with your thumb. "Go. You don't have much time."

Roman finally nodded in agreement and slowly pulled away. "Okay. But when I come back, you and I are never leaving each other again."

"Yes, yes, I understood the first time, now hurry!"

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[stevesharrlngtons]

hemlock grove

(2020-2021)

roman godfrey

stories.

what i want. 

takes place in s1 of hemlock grove just after roman’s coma and the aftermath.  

pin pricks and needle sticks.

your solution for roman’s feeding problem is met with some resistance.

picking out the stitches.

after letha’s death; peter’s departure; shelley’s disappearance; and a brutal fight with subsequent break up with roman; you escape to the empire state for college and a fresh start. though, after thinking you have been given the space to move on with your life, your father’s unexpected death sends you back to hemlock grove. there, you are forced to confront the reason for your pained departure.

it’s just what you do.

“my problem is that if you bring anymore whores around and it’ll start to feel like a brothel in here. and i am far too young to be a madam.”

wherever i’m going -- i’m taking you with me.

you run through roman’s dreams nightly, but this time it’s different. this time it’s an omen where you dawn a white dress with blood pouring for your mouth, your body ripped to shred. and this time peter sees it too.

adam, carved from the rib of eve.

godfrey industries throws a party in the honor of their new ceo. roman is less than thrilled to be attending, but at least he has you. 

amore mio aiutami.

once more, he took your hand and gave you the permission to mend him.

i measure time by days spent away from you.

while you’re off on a girls weekend, roman is left missing you.

drabbles.

unprompted roman drabble #1

just fluffy dad!roman and his wife

-discontinued.

#roman godfrey x reader #stevesharrlngtons writes

[emiliosandozsequence]

do you have a list somewhere of the characters you relate to?

i have a carrd here where you can see the characters i relate the most to at the moment, but here's a text list too including some characters i didn't put on my carrd too!!

emilio sandoz, daniel altan wing, jude st francis, harrowhark nonagesimus, lev tashi'ne, peeta mellark, shinei nouzen, corrine foxworth, alicent hightower, lucrezia borgia, laura palmer, anemone (e7), himari takakura, lemrina vers envers, letha godfrey, lauralynn morrow, chiyuki matsuoka, lieselotte w. dorssia, beth march, amma crellin, princess kaguya, nausicaa, cathy dollanganger, dolores haze, ruby hoshino, nunnally vi britannia, amber altmyer, christine daae (also erik but only in the book phantom by susan kay), anne bonny, long john silver (both specifically in black sails), clara stahlbaum (clara and the nutcracker), chani kynes, river tam, tix, izzi creo, cissy sullivan, nico di angelo, johnny cade, frodo baggins.

there's a whole lot more than this, but these are who first come to mind!!

#ask #anonymous

[elyyxium]

— Click the  ⋆˚ source link ˚⋆ for 552 gifs of Penelope Mitchell as Letha Godfrey in Hemlock Grove. All gifs were made by me and intended for RP purposes only. Please do not repost in gif hunts or claim as your own. Please give proper credit if using in crackships. As always, please like and/or reblog if using.

CW: Kissing, Sexual Situations

#penelope Mitchell gif pack #penelope mitchell gif hunt #gif pack #rpc #rph #mine #mine:gifpack

[entangledmuses]

Indie Multimuse RP Blog.

                         Ft: Letha Godfrey from Hemlock Grove.

                 And Other Canon, and Original Muses.

                          Canon Muses || OC Muses || Rules || Ask

Penned by Kay

#self promo #multimuse promo #letha Godfrey Promo #Hemlock Grove Promo

[ducksbellorum]

Roman Godfrey, upon finding out that Peter is fucking Letha, goes absolutely berserk. This spoiled rich little boy who has never not once been told no has been directly thwarted.

So he goes on this rampage of rape and drugs and reckless driving, and the whole time he's screaming. Cursing, railing at Peter for doing this to him, going behind his back, defying him. He screams slurs at the windshield where Peter will never hear him.

And then, for some fucking reason, he says: "Fuck you, you little fucking faggot."

For someone who just caught someone else having straight sex, that's a weird ass thing to say, my guy. Are you still talking to Peter? Is your anger still over the defiance? Or is there another reason you're ruining your life and your car and your bare hands over this act?

#hemlock grove #i heard that and went oWo #romancek #catabasis #I have a lot of feelings about this #I'll probably write about it more idk