#bill skarsgard asks

[twistedbloodstain]

I have two ideas for the marquis de framing that I think you’d do great writing!

1: where the reader is interrogating the marquis (meaning she kidnapped him) and through there, they start to get feelings for each other

2: reader (who had a relationship of some sort with the marquis) fakes their death because they couldn’t take the assassin world. The marquis is devastated (lots of angst hehehe). They meet again while the reader is trying to help someone (maybe John, lol)

3: reader who is part of the high table meets the marquis for the first time. Sorta like live at first sight.

vincent de gramont x reader: i could never give you peace | what’s meant to be is supposed to be

plot: the one where he finds you again.

warnings: the reader’s a medic/healer in here SORRYYY…, she knew john from before, he rats her out lolz, kidnapping except vincent doesn’t do it this time..(yay! cuz he forced someone else to do it!!!), anon im so sorry i focused too hard on one part, i will do an extra (i swear)

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“stay still.” you mumble.

mr. wick lets out a small grunt while you sew his wound back together, nothing too fatal (at least in his standards) but without the help of any anesthesia or alcohol to soothe the pain, the assassin had no choice but to follow.

“don’t worry, it's almost done.” you whisper almost finished with patching up the flesh on his back. “and..there..”

he immediately gets off his seat and reaches for his shirt stationed on a random desk scattered with medical supplies. he digs into his suit jacket and fishes out a coin and hands it over to you, you accept it eagerly and begin cleaning up.

“you need any help with transport?” you inquire while you discard your bloodied gloves and utensils.

“yeah.”

“on your way out turn left and find the guy with a gray jacket. he’s one of winston’s men, he’ll help you out. where are you headed?” you inquire while washing your hands. he hesitantly answers before offering a reply.

“paris.”

“oh.” you stop in your movements and look at him. he stands near the door way all dressed up with blood caking his temples, he still looks rugged and in no shape to do what he has to do in pairs but your opinion likely doesn’t matter to him.

“good luck, i guess.” you mutter.

“you’ve been there.” he says.

“i..have.” you hope he doesn’t press any further.

“what’s in paris?” he questions but doesn’t take a step further.

“for you?” you uneasily say, he doesn’t reply.

“a dangerous man. i..think you’ll die trying just to get what you want, mr. wick. but hey, who knows? maybe, it’s now him.” you explain.

“the guy who had the continental demolished, was it him?” he sternly asks.

“..yes, i think it was him.” you confess, avoiding his eyes.

it had been almost three years since you left that country.

three years since you left him.

you can’t even bear to say his name because if you do, all of it will spill out. how he met you, how kept you and how he loved you. 

he nods, “and for you?”

“an even more dangerous man.”

 ever since mr. wick entered and left your clinic. you've been in a constant state of anxiety. the mere thought and mention of him had you nervous, especially when you heard that he was in new york a few days ago. you thought it was all over, that he found you and was going to rip you from your freedom in this city.

the following news shocked you to your core, the new york continental being demolished was not in your bingo card as to why he’d be here. all because of an excommunicated assassin which you had tended to almost a day after the bombing.

although you’re horrified with the state of events, relief flooded you when you realized he wasn’t there for you. you’d still be safe from him.

but you can’t help but think what all of this means for him. at some point, you know that john wick will kill him, and you somehow played a part in it. you feel a tinge of regret for him but it’s quickly overshadowed with the horrors he’s done and you don’t feel as bad.

he did like you though, when you still worked at france for him as his estate medic. whenever he found himself wounded in the line of fire in an ambush attack, you were the one who tended to his wounds and saw him at his weakest. you don’t know why but a strong sense of trust was established between the two of you.

you thought it to be a friendship but fleeting glances of affection would seep through when you talked or when a large bouquet of flowers suddenly appeared in your clinic after patching him up. 

you toyed with a pin he gave you, his insignia. only he wore it proudly on his coat and truly, it warmed you to him. he did make you feel appreciated, small touches on your back and sometimes fiddling with your hands whenever you sewed his wounds, gave you butterflies in your stomach.

with you he was just…vincent.

soft words and touches with soulful eyes looking into yours, just gentleness and affection present in him. it made you indulge into it too, that he isn’t the cruel man people made him out to be. he isn’t heartless, that’s just how the world is.

a naive perspective.

a perspective that was easily shattered when you’d hear a bloodcurdling scream from the barn, and he walks out with blood on his hands and a disgusted look on his face from his clothes being stained. gunshots echoing beneath the servant’s staircases and thudding bodies being dragged into the secluded forests of the estate. you whisper to yourself those very same words even if all his actions sent chills on your spine.

but the truth of it is that, he is heartless. he is the man people made him out to be and you’re a fool thinking he could be better for you but at the end of the day, he is still the marquis.

it made you think. what if this is all a game to him? what if the moment he finds you uninteresting you become another stain on his suit? 

it’s not a secret that men like him love having delicate pretty things only to break them apart. that’s all you are his current delicate and pretty thing.

you decided to leave. you weren’t staying long enough to find out what would happen to you, feelings be damned when you’re easily replacable to him. you knew that the marquis was like a dog to a bone when he didn’t get the things he wanted, which only pooled fears into your stomach should he find you in new york.

he cannot have you.

you stare at the pin before chucking the pin somewhere in the room, you get up from your chair and begin closing the windows from your clinic.

a knock comes from the door, you chuck the remaining medical materials into a random desk and walk up to the door. wounded assassins aren’t a strange occurrence at this time of the evening but something…felt different.

your gut was telling you to ignore the person on the other side and stay still. you thought that maybe if you didn’t answer the person would go away. wanting to play things safe you don’t mutter a word that would alert them of your presence. it usually worked in some cases.

the knocking persists, much harder and louder now. your hands begins to shake and your eyes start looking around for an emergency firearm to help defend yourself, your actions frantically halt when you hear a voice through the door.

“doc?” a gruff voice asks.

you sight and put a hand on your chest. it’s just john wick. you eagerly open the door to let him in.

“john.” you greet, “come inside.” you invite him as you walk inside.

john doesn’t follow you and a confused expression takes your face, until you take a good look at him. for the first time, john wick doesn’t look wounded to you, his face and hands void of any blood, a new bulletproof suit adorning his body, a french one you notice but it still leaves you questioning things.

“i’m assuming france went successful.” you say.

“…it’s close.” he pauses before replying, seeming as if he’s finding the right words to say.

“what do you need?” you question.

“it’s winston. he’s been shot.” you freeze.

oh dear. you never really approved of the things he did but a soft spot was always present for him and charon. they helped you settle here in new york, but winston took you in even when he knew of your history with vincent. you swore to always help him in ways you could and now the opportunity presented itself.

the car sped down the street with you and john in tow. you hold your medical kit close to your lap, feeling uneasy with the thought of losing the old man. charon had been so recent and you don’t think you bear to lose the friends you’ve made along the way.

you glance at john and he looks calm and composed as usual, eerily so. a week earlier he was calm but you could feel his anger and determination simmering underneath his skin. now it looked like he was taking a walk in a park. you eye him carefully, uneasiness seeping in your stomach.

“did they give it to you?” you ask, he looks at you before clearing his throat.

“just an extension.” he answers, knowing exactly what you were referring to.

“to do what?” you ask again, john doesn’t budge and continues driving, ignoring your question. your eyes stay on him but he doesn’t look at you.

silence settles into the car and you lean back in your seat. you really wish your brought your gun with you right now. you don’t know why but you have a feeling that something is wrong right now, especially with john. he’s not telling you something.

or maybe it really is none of your business. perhaps he wanted to spare the bloody details of how he’s going to win his freedom back. you relax and try to forget the uneasiness, trying to remember that winston is the priority right now, you shut your eyes. all of your fears are gathering together and it’s making you overthink your interaction with john, everything’s okay.

the loud sound of drilling makes you open your eyes, you look at the window and you see a familiar street. 

the new york continental was being rebuilt.

your apprehensiveness returns.

“john?” you look at him once again, “who shot winston?”

“he got hit during the line of fire.” this time he replies.

bullshit. winston would have an emergency plan before the shooting started.

“in new york?” you press.

“yeah.”

another bullshit. you could see through his lies, he’s clearly fresh out of france. what was he trying to do? 

“j-john.” you voice shakes almost as if you’re begging. something happened in france, something that saved both winston and john.

he looks at you with regret in his eyes. not enough to save you for what’s about to come.

“where are you taking me?” you sputter, your heart beating fast in anxiety, “i’ve done nothing but help you, please don’t do this!”

“he took winston with him and he found out.” he quietly defends.

“please help me, i don’t want to go back!” you begin crying, tears rolling down your face, “he’ll kill me!” 

he makes no reply and continues driving. with no hope left with him, you try to open your side of the door. he immediately notices this and grabs your arm trying to stop you from leaving, you begin hitting him with your other arm.

you know that he doesn’t want to do this but it feels so unfair. you’ve saved his life only to throw yours away.

“let go of me!” you scream.

“i’m sorry.” 

you feel a prick in your neck.

you feel a heavy sensation pulling at your leg, your eyes feeling groggy still wanting to keep your lids closed. however the sensation persists and this forces you to open your eyes and sit up.

a dark room welcomes you, only a small lamp helping you take a small look of where you are. specifically, on a plush bed and a decorated room. your body feels heavy  from exhaustion which makes you lean back to the pillow behind you.

pondering what made you feel so tired when you haven’t done much for the night, you’ve sewn back together…a pair of assassins for the night? or was it three? two austrians and…who?a french? no…no..it was winston. 

that’s right.

wait.

only you didn’t treat winston.

you bolt up, your body seemingly sobers from the realization.

john brought you here in exchange for his freedom. 

you look around to see some sort of presence in the room but with the darkness it was hard to tell, nevertheless you hopped off the bed and bolted to the wooden door nearby. no wonder the place looked familiar, only the marquis would have a place as frivolous as this.

you need to leave right now. your hand reaches for the door until you find your body being slammed on the floor. a groan leaves your throat, in pain you massage your forehead and look around.

oh goodness.

a gasp leaves your mouth when you see a chain wrapped around your ankle, you inspect your foot before tracing the lines of chains, which were sourced on the thick foot of the bed you were on.

you tug it to check its strength and to see how long it actually goes. it was long enough to walk around the room but not long enough to reach the door. this is basically your fully furnished torture chamber. 

fuck. fuck. fuck.

a loud creak echoes through the room.

you really hate how things are right now.

he’s going to kill you. kill you for leaving him, how you easily made him look humiliated for being abandoned.

feeling your knees weaken you sit back on the bed and your hands shake in trepidation. the marquis’ simple presence made you scared of him, you felt tears falling down once again and you lowered your head, not wanting to look weak right now.

his footsteps are heard through the room, the door loudly closes shut, a thud echoing. he doesn’t say a word.

you feel everything leave your body. hope,freedom and life mostly.

he walks up to you until you see his shoes on the floor, a blurry sight entering your eyes due to the tears, he touches you, tilting your chin upwards and you do everything not to flinch. was he going to snap your neck?

you look at him and he still looks the same, slightly more mature.

but the same man you met a few years ago, if you jumped back into your rose tinted glasses, you’d probably see the vincent you cherished at some point if you weren’t so frightened right now.

he inspects you, his eyes wandering through your face. searching for something that’s supposed to be there, his lips part almost as if he’s about to say something but you beat him to it.

“i-i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” apologies spill out of your lips, wanting to take the chance of saving yourself, “i-i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to.” you cry. your hand reaches up to his hand that held your chin and you grip it for mercy, his hold on you weakens.

he doesn’t say anything and leans forward to you. you need him to say something, anything, whether it meant he’d simply say he wants yuu dead.

“please forgive me, just please don’t kil-“ he cuts you off.

with a kiss.

not a firm one but a surprisingly soft kiss on your lips.

he takes your hands into his and fiddles with it, trying to find his place in them just like before, he halts the kiss and leans towards your face. the man right in front of you wasn’t the marquis, it was vincent. 

your vincent.

the one with soft eyes looking at you with relief and adoration. the gaze that looked at you as if you were the most precious thing on earth, he wipes the tears on your cheeks and the next thing he says dissolves all sense of worry out of you.

“i could never hurt you.” he whispers.

author’s note: this kinda doesn’t make sense bc im so braindead rn to expand things but basically vincent finds medic!reader through winston and in exchange for the continental and john’s freedom, john brings medic!reader back to vincent. so basically she got ratted out lolz. this would work better if i made a vincent pov would be fun but i have a bunch of prompts to work on…(tempting) + he literally chained her down to him (hshshsh marriage allegory…) i kinda want to be funky dynamic of obsessed man + “ngl what’s wrong with this guy but i vibe with it” woman

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[anastasiaskarsgard]

Could you do a fluffy one shot of Vincent de gramont and the reader trying out clothes

“This really isn’t necessary” she told him as she was surrounded by seamstresses, taking her measurements.

“Oh but it is. It’s the least I can do after you so gallantly volunteered to save the day.” The Marquis remarked, smiling slyly.

Rolling her eyes, she couldnt help but smile at his antics. She highly doubted the validity of his supposed plight, of being unable to find a date to one of the most exclusive charity balls in Paris. All the richest elites from across Europe attended, dressed to the gills in the most extravagant gowns the high fashion houses had to offer. And here she was, a simple public servant, being fitted by the house of Dior. She was giddy.

“I think a form fitting gown in a blush or ivory would be ideal.” One of the seamstresses relayed.

“As long as it’s original, I don’t care about the cost. I’m trusting you won’t let me down.” The Marquis stated.

She couldn’t help but notice the flash of fear that crossed several of the women’s faces. Pondering over what could possibly make the finest fashion house fear someone, she decided he must be richer than she thought. The only fear she could imagine is the loss of a very generous client. Her head spun with the amount of money you’d need to spend, you make them even notice you.

All rising at once and exiting without a word to her, she couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed they never spoke to her, except to tell her how to stand so they could measure her.

Too excited and frankly honored to have her own custom gown made for her, she stepped down from the platform.

“My beauty, they are only going to get some pieces for you to try.” He said halting her from exiting.

“I couldn’t possibly accept any more of your generosity…”

“Oh no no cherie! This is only so they can be sure how clothing falls on you and your preferences.” He assured her with one of his mind melting smiles.

“Oh well then that’s ok, I suppose.”

Just then 3 women returned to the fitting room with 3 racks of a wide range of selections. They all appeared to be breath taking and far out of her price range, but she wasn’t going to be difficult. Straining out a weary smile, she watched as the Marquis gave instructions to one of the girls, and exited to the viewing area.

Smiling warmly at the woman approaching her, she was surprised at the deer in the headlights look on her face. “Thank you for helping me today. I truly am honored to even be allowed to try these things on.”

Confusion passed between the women, until the one closest her, began to undress her. “You are very kind, but your beauty will do our creations a service. We should be thanking you.”

Smiling brightly, she was determined to be as polite and cooperative as possible, no matter how many things she needed to try.

Hours later, she felt how a Barbie doll must feel as she viewed the passing city in the hired car she’d been sent home in.

The Marquis was almost too good to be true. He was unbelievably handsome, polite, thoughtful and respectful. She’d had him looked into and he was active with many charities and took care of his only living realatives; two younger twin sisters, famous in the equestrian community.

His wealth came from toxic parents and investments made with an astonishing amount of revenue. He was perfect in every way, not having so much as a parking ticket, and even after several months, he never attempted to take advantage of the times they’d been alone.

She wasn’t sure that was a good thing. She had been hoping he’d kiss her tonight after dinner, but he’d only kissed her hand with those full sensual lips.

Bringing her hand to her lips, she kissed it tenderly where his lips had caressed her before. Laughing at herself, she was thankful she was alone in the car and thankful the privacy was up.

Peering out the window, she realized they had made it to her home. Thanking the driver, and making her way to her door, she nearly tripped and fell upon entering.

Feeling for the light, she flipped it on and nearly fell flat on her ass at the sight that met her eyes.

Dior packages covering every floor and every surface in her humble townhouse. It was like a fairy tale. She couldn’t help but squeal and run in place, before closing her door behind her.

Staring in disbelief, she wasn’t sure where to start. Pulling out her phone, she noticed a new message from the Marquis.

I may have lied, but it was for good reason. Forgive me?

She chuckled and thought on a witty response.

I don’t know. You’ll have to make it up to me.

Sending it before she could change her mind, she waited for his reply with great anticipation. Finally it came in.

I am yours, to do with, as you wish.

She couldn’t have stopped smiling, if someone put a gun to her head….

#bill skarsgard #marquis de gramont #the marquis #vincent de gramont #asks #answers #my writing #marquis x reader

[lewmagoo]

I think you were the one to share Lew’s Spotify playlist and now that boy has his profile listed as his dad 💀💀

lmaoooo. not ‘bill’ having a playlist called “guitar/sax solos that rip ass”

#asks #reminds me of when bill skarsgard changed his user #like boy i know it’s you

[lady-phasma]

Can we talk about how I thought Bill Skarsgard was Feyd Rautha until the Dune press started 😂. It didn't even occur to me that his father is the Baron 😂.

I love that! What is great about this is that it was rumored Bill was considered for the role! The day I got back from seeing Dune 2 the first article I read was a review of Austin's performance and said it was epic but the joking first line was something like "Austin does a great Bill Skarsgård impersonation!" For the life of me I can't find it! (And spent way too long looking for it LoL)

They even kinda look alike. And that you forgot Bill's dad played the Baron! This is the best combo "confession" ever!

But I get it! For me it's the lips. They are so wonderfully pouty

#I wish I could find the slutty lip bite gif! #asked and answered #love my moots #Bill Skarsgård #bill skarsgard #austin butler #dune #dune part 2 #feyd rautha #feyd #feyd rautha harkonnen

[baileyash]

who are y’all goin as this year? comment down below 👇🏻

#funny #lol #meme #humor #memes #haha funny #it chapter one #it 2017 #it 2019 #pennywise the clown #pennywise #horror #halloween #spooky season #halloween 2023 #spooky #clown #clowns #ask #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård #stephen king #haha #funny memes #dank memes #best memes #lol memes #happy halloweeeeeeen #autumn #fall

[tippett-in-a-robe]

Hello! Thanks for following me! I'd like to request a drawing of Pennywise hugging Bill Skarsgård, if you can! I am also going to be posting a Pennywise fluff fic, and I can add you to the tag list if you'd like!

Of course!^^ And thank you for the tag! 😁

Thank you, @tessahiddles for the ask! This was really fun to draw, and I’ve never drawn Bill before (if you don’t count Pennywise! XD) so I hope he looks alright! 😂

Thanks again, and have a good day!^^

#pennywise #pennywise art #tessahiddles #art #my art #my artwork #stephen king #bill skarsgard #ask #my ask #answered ask #asks #answered

[greenmenace]

To quote Alfred Molina, he's very sexy, very sexy.

#;;memes #willem dafoe #norman osborn #green goblin #spider man #spider man no way home #my sister once asked me why i love him since she finds him scary #JOKES ON YOU IM IN TO THAT #i dont know why shes so surprised by that considering that ive thirsted over bill skarsgard who played pennywise LMAO

[b-skarsgard]

hello, do you know what type of movies are shown at comic con? it'd be cool to see bill back at sdcc promoting the crow or nosferatu

i'm not too familiar with how san diego comic con schedules its events and looking at their site there's nothing listed currently which leads me to believe scheduling isn't posted until closer to the actual event.

anyway saying all of that considering sdcc is in july 25th-28th i think it's safe to assume we'll see some promo happening for both of those projects. however, whether Bill will be there to promote eh, lets just keep our fingers crossed 🤞🏼

#bill skarsgard #ask #sdcc #he better be there

[mortoxtea]

Valter looks so uncomfortable in that photobomb with A. Bizarre behaviour that she tries to make out like they’re BFFs when it’s clearly evident that they’re not.

It’s pretty obvious just from watching the video that she wasn’t supposed to be in the photo. Everyone except her is looking at a different camera. No one is paying attention to her or interacting with her. Valter’s face is very much a “get this bitch away from me” look. Then (despite the stans claiming that Valter loves her and they are so super close) when she was at his premiere he declined to be photographed with her. Wouldn’t you think that if he was fine with this Grona Lund photo he’d be more than fine with posing for her at his premiere? Or is that just another thing she crashed? The excuses people make for Alida’s behavior is mindboggling. The Skarsgards very obviously do not like her.

#alida morberg #bill skarsgård #valter skarsgard #asks

[raewritesfiction]

Not sure how i feel about Bill Skarsgard with a Mullet in the Crow?

That’s fair :-)

personally I think he looks pretty damn good but we don’t all have to have the same opinion ❤️

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård #anon #answer #ask

[pascow]

this is a psa for fellow gif makers with bill skarsgård content. i ran across this blog @/justdeepest that has been stealing gifs and reposting them without credit. i‘ve found several of my own gifs. while i’ve reached out to those makers whose gifs i recognize, there are several i don’t.

if you have bill content, you might want to take a scroll through this blog and see if your gifs have been stolen, along with blocking the blog if you’d like to. this person also seems to have stolen content from all american and if you’ve made gifs from that, might want to check the blog for your gifs as well.

#psa #bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #all american #had to post this because *of course* got ignored when i reached out about it #like come on folks don’t do this #have more respect for gif makers #we don’t ask for much than credit for the time we’ve put in! #and the fact that i had to spend time creating this post is just stupid

[twistedbloodstain]

Heyo! I gotta know when the akira sister Fic is gonna be released

also! Could you do a one shot where Vincent gets jealous

vincent de gramont x reader: you know how i hate the crowds. | i smell him but i only see you.

plot: the one where he gets jealous

warnings: sweet fluff, not very possessive jealousy, healthy communication (shocking i know) 

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fiddling with the ends of the sleeves, you then softly caress your skirt, attempting to make it appear more cleaner from the state it was currently in. the red wine stains the front of your dress, it drenched you and the clothing itself. it devastated you to see such a lovely piece from your wardrobe be ruined within a few minutes, not to mention the humiliation it entailed during one of vincent’s fancy events.

someone had collided with you when you weren’t looking and the glass of wine you held splashed across you chest. albeit, vincent was just as shocked as you when it happened, still all eyes were definitely on you during that collision. you could feel their burning stares of confusion and scrutiny from the accident and the shame of it only sunk deeper into you.

thankfully, the person you collided with was kind enough to offer their suit jacket to you while you offered showers of apologies to him. he reassured you that it was alright while he draped his jacket onto you. soon after that you begged vincent if you could leave considering the uncompromising state you were in. vincent obliged but oddly he hasn’t said a word since the both of you got in the car.

you could feel his stare on you again. you looked up at him.

“something wrong?” you asked.

vincent stares at you before he opens his mouth to reply but a moment of hesitation is visible on his face before he closes his mouth.

“vincent?” you try again.

“it’s nothing,” he replies but his eyes don’t meet yours.

“if..this is about what happened earlier i’m sorry. i know how much you wanted to stay there,” you begin to ramble.

“no, no this isn’t about that.” he assures as vincent laces his hands with yours. 

“then what is it about?” you ponder puzzled.

“i can smell him on you.” he confessed.

“what?” 

“…his jacket”

he doesn’t make a reply but his eyes make his way on the jacket currently draped on you.

oh.

oh.

a giggle escapes your throat, vincent’s eyes widen from you reaction. a tinge of pink begins to make itself visible in the dark shades of the car. vincent squeezes your hand a little too tight in retaliation which only makes you chuckle.

“you like to tease me a little too much from my liking, mon amour.”

“and you get too jealous over little things, darling.” 

author’s note: sorry this is short…this is the quickest i can cough up since exam week’s almost here…I’ll try to work on your requests cuz a lot of them are EATING. hopefully, i’ll have the time after exam week. :) thanks for the support!

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[anastasiaskarsgard]

At work but I’ll work on more asks tonight. Feel free to send me more about any past stories, new ones or questions

#asks #send asks #bill skarsgard #roman godfrey #the marquis #axel cluney #my writing

[wanderingpages]

Stop not me finding another edit

😭🧎🏻‍♀️🤪😩

#asks #my camera roll looking crazy #bill skarsgard

[lady-phasma]

What is hemlock groove all about!?

Hi anon! As most of my followers know, I'm old. (This is relevant I promise.) I've had Netflix since 2004. When streaming started around 2013 one of the first Netflix Original Series was Hemlock Grove (I think it was the third but didn't fact check that).

It was unhinged even then! A vampire, werewolf, medical experiments, soap opera. It's not the best series ever and by the third/final season it went off the rails. But it was the first time many of us had ever seen Bill Skarsgård.

Vampire fanatics, like myself, already knew about his big brother Alexander playing Eric Northman in True Blood. Then Bill shows up as this weird, psycho, spoiled rich kid, Roman Godfrey, in a show where the vampires (called "upir") can walk in daylight and he's just out here being as sexy as big bro.

The vampire rules are a little different in Hemlock Grove and it gets very weird very quickly. Season 1 is a whodunnit, trying to find a rogue werewolf killing girls in the small town. Surrounding that plot is the most ridiculous and satisfying melodrama (even a coma!) so think Days of Our Lives (any soap opera your grandmother watched) only with more sex, violence, and cursing.

For those viewers who prefer short and hairy there is the werewolf counterpart. But better than imo is the casting of the mothers! Lili Taylor and Famke Janssen. Here's some gifs so you don't have to google it.

The werewolf, Peter

Lili Taylor as Peter's mom

And the divine Famke as Roman's mom

I've seen this series about 4 times, but haven't rewatched it in about 3 years. Netflix took it down sometime in 2022 and now it's on Tubi for free (in the US), which is weird but I'm glad it's available.

It's a self-indulgent, melodramatic, sexy good time with supernatural creatures and one damn fine Bill Skarsgård. If you decide to give it a shot, don't say I didn't warn you: it's not high art or the best series you will ever watch. It's just a lot of fun.

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Frequently Asked Questions:

What is this Blog About?

This blog is primarily about Alida Morberg (public figure) and baby mama to celebrity actor Bill Skarsgard. The majority of the content is commentary on her behavior surrounding his behavior and how it's led to his decline.

What are your sources?

My sources are Alida's social media posts as well as "news" articles from websites like Aftonbladet and Hant. These sources are in print and usually paid for by Alida herself. The videos that Alida posts of herself (or her friends do) are just videos that exist and events that happened. If you do not like these events or facts then take it up with Alida.

Why do you hate Alida Morberg?

I don't hate her as a person as much as I hate her behavior. She is clearly a toxic girlfriend, baby mama, and person in general. Her attention whoring on social media (plus whatever she is doing to Bill to make him look like he's dead inside) is concerning and deplorable. If Alida insists on continuing to make herself a public figure by claiming the title of actress and model then she is opening herself up to commentary.

Did Alida groom Bill when he was underage?

More than likely Alida had some sort of contact with Bill when he was a minor at the age of 15 or 16. This started when she was dating Fares Fares who was best friends with Bill's brother, Alex. Though there's no concrete evidence that she did anything with or to him at that age, the amount of loyalty he shows to the ex of his brother's best friend (when really he should just want to get away from her knowing what she did) makes no sense other than if she groomed him. It would also explain why none of them talk about it and try to draw attention away from it. There's probably more truth to the rumor than lies and there's plenty of evidence to imply that's exactly what happened.

Do you think Oona and Minou are Bill's children?

I think it's unlikely they are. With Oona I could go 50/50 but since Alida was working with Filip Berg at the time she got pregnant with Oona (and he's assumed to be the real father, not Bill) and Oona looks way more like Filip than Bill I think it could go either way. As for Minou, if she is biologically Bill's I do not think it's because he had sex with her. The timing doesn't add up (as in, there's no possible time this could have happened since he would have been filming and it's doubtful she even got on the set to be with him). Her murky way of changing the dates of birth were a way to hide when Minou was actually conceived so no one could do the math. Moving to another country to have the baby and also hiding the baby's birthday is another clue. If Minou actually is his biologically, I believe the kid was created via invitro (so he never touched Alida) or a surrogate. With Alida's age and drinking problems I should hope she didn't physically have a child as it seems like that would be putting yet another one in danger.

Do you think Alida is abusive and controlling?

There's several indications that she is abusive and controlling. The most definitive one was when she did a Zoom interview and used Bill's account. This shows that she has access to his accounts, at least one of them. If that's the case she probably has access to more (or previously did). This draws into question if she ever had access to his (former) IG account and would explain the odd likes and comments on some of her photos before Bill ultimately got rid of the account entirely. With how Bill acts, looks, and the way his stutter has gotten increasingly worse over the time he's been with her I'd say that she plays a huge role in what's going on. She can obviously force him to drop everything to go look miserable at a premiere with her and he's not saying no (when he should). This does imply signs of not only abuse but grooming as well.

How do you know Alida actually drank alcohol while pregnant?

Other than the photos and videos where you can clearly see that some of those bottles are definitely not non-alcoholic it's pretty obvious. Alida has a history of alcohol and substance abuse all across her social media. It's doubtful she'd be someone who could give that up during pregnancy. Though I will agree that in some photos and videos it may be questionable what she's drinking. However, she was certainly fine with continuing the image of a drinking pregnant woman even after the backlash. Someone who is aware of the perception they are giving off (especially a bad one) would have taken measures to stop doing that, or at very least not been on camera doing it multiple times over the course of two pregnancies. I don't think her alcohol soaked brain cares what she's doing is wrong.

Did Alida really film and post Bill without his consent?

Multiple times. Yes, we know it's without his consent because in all of the videos posted he is not aware that he's being filmed. He never looks at the camera or acknowledges her. Without him doing either of these things there's no way anyone can say he consented to being filmed. No, she's not just allowed to film him and post it "whenever" because they are dating. He's outspoken about his privacy and social media and she would have known better. If this was something that was okay for her to do she wouldn't have had to do it so sneakily and she'd still be posting videos of it to this day because he obviously wouldn't care.

Does Alida really get Botox and Lip Fillers?

Look at her face. That's the proof. She can deny it all she wants. Her stans can deny it all they want. Her lips are too thick and a completely unnatural shape. Her eyes and eyebrows are unnaturally arched and paralyzed. There's no way she isn't abusing either of these cosmetic procedures.

Do you think Bill is gay and Alida is a beard?

I think it's possible Bill is also attracted to men. I think that Alida was supposed to be a "good time fuck" girl and never a baby mama. If Bill was that interested in her he'd act like it and show some interest in defending her or something other than the miserable red carpet photos they have together. I think there is a lot of evidence that Bill has enjoyed the company of men in the past. It is possible that Alida is aware of this and she takes advantage of it because if he doesn't want it known she can use it as blackmail material. That would certainly explain a lot. As to if he's 100% full on gay (and not bisexual or something) I can't tell you.

Did Alida really post nudes of Oona on instagram?

Yes, she posted nudes of her daughter to thousands of strangers on her very public instagram. This happened. It was a horrible thing to do and I don't know why people defend it (but they do). Especially since I'm positive the reason she did it was to get attention from Bill.

Do you think Alida likes any attention she gets? Positive or negative?

I mean, I think the proof of that is pretty obvious seeing as how she probably gets way more negative attention than positive and she still keeps behaving like she's behaving. She's also obviously addicted to reading anything about her that exists. On Instagram, on here, on any website that posts about her and then she tries to change accordingly.

Did Alida really copy Tuva? Why? Is it that she wants to be with Alex and not Bill?

Alida copying Tuva's style is not the first instance of her copying a girlfriend that Alex had. She also did this with Alexa Chung when Alex was dating her. I believe she thought she was going to use Fares connection with Alex to jump from him to get with Alex herself. Fortunately for us it seems like Alex was way smarter than that. Though I think it's possible he may have fucked her a few times it's obvious she wasn't end game for him. He probably realized how crazy she was and pawned him off on Bill somehow.

Are Alida and Bill Married?

No, Alida and Bill are not married or engaged. Anyone who says that is trying to start a rumor. Including, in some cases, Alida herself. Do not believe anyone who says that. If they were to actually get married or engaged I'm positive Alida would make several hundred announcements and stories about it herself.

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