#can’t wait to write with her

[angxlslasher]

“He drowned in all our sins

He drowned in our mistakes

Fueled by the flood, we pay in blood

The curse of Crystal Lake .”

CW: Mentions/Descriptions of drowning, murder, some cursing, drunk jerk of a boyfriend

“It’s my fault that he’s gone! I wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t quick enough, and I will never forgive myself— let alone forgive them— for that day!”

Meredith “Merry” Ross

Age: 25 Height: 5’4” Occupation: Library Tech

Significant Other: Jason Voorhees

Appearance

FC in edit is Daria Sidorchuk

Physical Description: Merry is white, with pale skin and freckles across the bridge of her nose with a few spreading to her cheeks. Her eyes are a feature she often receives compliments on since they are a deep brown and doe-like. She has an hourglass figure and is a bit on the muscular side since she spent her high school years in Track (running helped clear her mind).

Hair: She has dark auburn hair that falls around mid-back in length. She often wears it braided or pulled into a ponytail with a few loose pieces hanging around her face.

Scars: She has a thin scar through her upper lip from a scuffle she got into with some kids during her stay at Camp Crystal Lake.

Style: She believes in comfort over fashion, so her wardrobe features flannels, baggy graphic tees, a few old pairs of jeans, and her reliable canvas sneakers that she’s had since high school. She also has a beaded bracelet that she and Jason made when they were kids and she never takes it off. On the off chance she feels like dressing differently, she opts for sundresses with flowy skirts (Jason loves these the most because he thinks she looks like a princess).

Personality

When she was younger, she was a bubbly, carefree spirit with a spark of fire that would make itself known when something was important to her. However, after what happened to Jason, she retreated into her mind and became a shell of herself with a pessimistic view that veiled her eyes. She’d argue it’s a “realist” view, though. She’s seen the a lot of the worst in people and very little of the good, so don’t be hurt if she’s not the quickest to open up.

Merry is very much the type of person to be quiet and reserved at first, but once one gets by that rough exterior of hers, she’s a delight to have around. She’s caring, helpful, and a great shoulder to lean on when times get tough. She’s a “mom friend” through and through. Always has snacks, a little first aid kit on hand, and makes homemade soup whenever a friend is sick (would totally take care of them and baby them, no debate— Jason also loves this).

While being friends (and in a relationship) with Jason, she’s learned that she has a fierce protective streak— especially when it comes to meeting new people. She just loves him so much and doesn’t want to see him upset or hurt, so she’s always by his side and showing PDA to remind him that, no matter what anyone can say, she loves him for him.

“He’s down there deep within

We’ve found there’s no escape

You just scratched the surface of the curse of Crystal Lake.”

Meredith’s Story

Meredith Ross grew up with her grandmother near the infamous Camp Crystal Lake, where she would spend her summers exploring the woods and playing with the boy next door— Jason Voorhees. While his mother was hesitant to let the two play (knowing how harsh other children had been in the past when it came to her son’s appearance), she simply could not deny Meredith. The little girl was all sunlight and happiness, with big doe eyes and a smile to melt even the coldest of hearts. Once Jason and Merry were introduced, they became inseparable.

During their time spent together, they learned a lot from one another. Jason would teach her ASL so she could understand him and Merry would teach him what she was learning at school. More often than not, the two could be found in a blanket fort with her reading her favorite book of the week. With how close the pair were, naturally it seemed the best idea to Pamela to extend the invitation to Merry to join Jason for camp during the summer.

If only they knew just how poorly that would turn out.

Merry was there when Jason met his unfortunate demise in the dark waters of Crystal Lake. She remembered how cold the water was when she dove in after him once the other kids let her go. To this day, she could still remember the way it made her bones ache and her breath hitch in her chest…

Getting over the loss of Jason wasn’t easy— hell, even now as an adult, her heart was still heavy. She still had nightmares about that day, just not as frequently as she used to. She also refused to swim after that day, so she still didn’t know how to even though she was older now. College became her sole focus for a while as she studied to be a kindergarten teacher, but when no positions were available at the local school, she opted for working in the library at the school. While it wasn’t what she was aiming for, she did enjoy sorting the books and recommending her favorites to the kids who were looking for a good read.

She lived in a small apartment in town with her boyfriend, Jackson, who seemed nice enough when he wanted to be. When he was in a good mood, she remembered all the reasons why she loved him and was happier than ever. When he was in a sour mood, however, she might as well have been a stranger to him. She pushed through these issues, however, with the thought that all relationships had their ups and downs.

She never had any intention to return to Crystal Lake after what happened, not even when the rumors started about the ‘killer’ that roamed the ground with vengeance in his heart and a machete in hand— the very one that had been used by a camp counselor to kill his mother…

That is, until her grandmother passed away and left everything to her, including the house she grew up in on the outskirts of the camp.

She had a decision to make. Did she go and face the past? Or continue living this facade of a normal life? When she asked her boyfriend, he was incredibly supportive and even suggested she go back, that he’d accompany her to help her with the heavy lifting.

So, she returned to Crystal Lake with her boyfriend to try and bury the past by clearing out her grandmother’s house. What she didn’t anticipate, however, was how strong the nostalgia would be. Each room held memories of her childhood, some shared with Jason, others with her grandmother. She spent the first night back in her old room, in a makeshift blanket fort, curled up and crying as the weight of both losses settled on her shoulders.

“She raised him right and he’ll come out to play

When mother whispers, ‘Thank God it’s Friday’.”

The Reunion

The night had been a complete disaster, all thanks to a remark she’d made.

While Merry went through what was in the living room, deciding what to pack up and take back to the apartment, Jackson did little to offer assistance. Instead, he passed the time with a bottle in hand and an absent look in his eyes. He’d volunteered to join her to help her, hadn’t he?

“You could’ve stayed home.” She said as she looked through an old photo album. When she didn’t get a response, she glanced over her shoulder to see that he’d settled his empty glare on her.

She furrowed her brows. “What? I’m just sayin’-“

That was all it took to start the explosive fight. Furniture had been flipped, glass had been shattered, and ties were severed through the yelling match that practically made the walls shake with their fury. Shouting became shoving, grabbing, smacking, then it ended up with Jackson dragging her back to the one place that hurt her most.

Camp Crystal Lake, specifically the dock where Jason had been shoved into the water.

Anger melted into panic as she tried to fight against his iron grip, pleading with him to let her go. She apologized over and over, promised to do anything for him, but her voice didn’t seem to reach him. He glanced down at her, his eyes icy yet filled with fiery determination.

Before she knew it, she was shoved into the water.

Cold— It was the kind that seeps into one’s bones, marking the marrow with its frigid touch, and causes every muscle to seize into momentary numbness.

Meredith had almost forgotten how cold the unforgiving water of Crystal Lake could get. Yet here she was, flailing around in what seemed to be the endless depths like she had so many years ago. Only difference was that, in the past, she was trying to save someone else. Now? She might as well have been hopelessly alone.

Each time she breached the surface, she begged and pleaded in broken sobs and gasps, but he stood as still as a statue— watching in sadistic amusement as she struggled to stay afloat. He had known she wasn’t a swimmer, and he knew damn well her afflictions when it came to the very lake that would now suck her into the chilled depths.

She wasn’t sure what hurt worse— The water entering her lungs and freezing her stiff, or the betrayal from someone she loved.

Her throat constricted, forcing her into silence as water rushed over her head once more. She didn’t have much time left, and as scary as it was, it was also… reassuring. How ironic to be haunted by her best friend’s death in this very lake for her entire life, only to die the same way, in the same place…?

One last time, she forced herself to the surface. In the man’s place stood a large silhouette, with an oblong shape hanging by its side. Where her boyfriend had gone, she had no clue. But she hoped that maybe, just maybe, the shadow would have a shred of mercy.

Her frigid limbs shot out of the water, reaching for the potential savior, her eyes filled with silent pleas.

Before she sunk into the water one last time, she watched as the figure knelt down and reached for her outstretched hands. As water clouded her vision and her lungs burned, all she could make out was the hockey mask the figure adorned.

“Don’t you know he’ll never be gone for good?

So we’ll never get out of the woods

A machete in one hand and an axe in the other

Steadfast in his mask in the shadow of mother

Ready to resume

You’re all doomed.”

Present Day

Meredith still lives in Camp Crystal Lake in her childhood home with the love of her life, Jason Voorhees. While adjusting to his… ‘occupation’ was a bit of a challenge, she eventually came to terms with it and thought of it as Jason protecting his home from trespassers. After all, the camp had been long shut down and abandoned, with a very clear ‘no trespassing’ sign outside, so the public had been warned not to dare enter.

And it simply wasn’t her business if someone disobeyed all of the signs and blatantly ignored the rumors and tales of the killer that lurked about.

When Jason isn’t hunting down the idiots in camp, he’s back at home with Merry, the only place where he truly feels at ease. It was a challenge to convince Jason to move in with her, but once she saw the cabin he had been living in, she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. So, she managed to convince the gentle giant to move in with her with a little bit of bargaining. It didn’t take much, and the downside was something she could easily look over.

Pamela’s head shrine is in their basement, but she never goes down there anyway, no big deal—

It wasn’t long after Jason moved in that they fell back into their old rhythm from childhood, where they would go in adventures through the woods, make flower crowns when the meadow was in bloom, and they’d often end their nights with her reading to him in a blanket fort (yes, his feet stick out because it’s not big enough). Jason is also insistent on being by her side anytime she goes outside, even if it’s just for a little stroll, for two reasons. One, to keep her safe from potential trespassers. The second reason was to keep her from stepping in any potential traps that he’d set throughout camp. All it took was her being a step and a half away from a bear trap and he was a mess.

They have yet to “tie the knot” since it would be difficult to do so without leaving the camp, but Merry still considers Jason to be her husband. She didn’t a silly marriage ceremony when she already had all she could ever ask for. A cozy home, a beautiful view, and she finally had her best friend back after all these years… Life was truly a dream.

A/N: I did itttt! I finally finished! I didn’t mean for it to be so long, I just love them and I have had this idea in my head for a long time. I hope y’all like her! There’s more to her that I left out for now that I plan on writing separate pieces for. But for now, this is her— Meredith Ross, the lover of Jason Voorhees, who adores her big slashy man with all of her heart😂💖

Tag List: @rottent33th @the-pinstriped-hood @cries-in-latino @kalid-raven

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Finarfin Fades.

No one expects it, no one’s faded in Valinor since Miriel. The War of Wrath is won and he comes back, waving off the courtiers, well wishers, and congratulators with his usual grace, and walks into the palace of Tirion. To rooms abandoned since their owners left so long ago. Winding deeper and deeper his feet take him to what was once Finwë’s favourite garden.

He’s so tired.

He’s fulfilled his promise to Fëanaro and Nolofinwë, to avenge them. To make the agony of their final moments - agony Finarfin felt, falling to the floor screaming as fire and darkness consumed his spirit - count for something. Now Morgoth is finally gone, but he’s not the only one.

His brothers, larger than life, larger than death, are gone. With them his sons. Niece. Nephews. Grandchildren. His daughter is never to return. He Saw little Nelyo’s death in his dreams and is sure hopes for the child’s own sake that Makalaurë will be close behind.

Little remains. Even less on these golden shores.

So Finarfin sits on a bench long overgrown with vines and weeds, and watches the sun filter through the thicket, wishing the ghosts he sees in his father’s garden would flesh out.

He sits. He waits.

And by the time anyone finds him, it’s too late.

…at least he’s smiling again.

[timetodecidedjo]

im in the parking lot waiting to see my therapist, do u like my shirt

[onceuponaneverafter]

no bc i‘m obsessed with how the jacks from caraval who was literally plotting to take the throne and didn’t care about anyone or anything is the same person who spends almost two books in the ouabh trilogy just trying to keep evangeline safe because he loves her

✨character development✨

[novelconcepts]

When i think about how Van Palmer was developed in a lab to get me in a goddamn chokehold.

You got a lesbian. You got a butch lesbian. You got a comedy-prone butch lesbian. You got a comedy-prone, movie-obsessed butch lesbian. You got a comedy-prone, movie-obsessed, haunted-by-a-rough-childhood butch lesbian. You got a comedy-prone, movie-obsessed, haunted-by-a-rough-childhood, hidden-pragmatic-depths butch lesbian.

You put that lesbian in survival hell situations. You put that lesbian in survival hell situations with her girlfriend. You put that lesbian in survival hell situations with her girlfriend as the romantic heart of your show. You put that lesbian in survival hell situations with her girlfriend as the romantic heart of the show AND make them both unkillable.

You put that lesbian in two timelines. You put that lesbian in the storyteller role. You put that lesbian in scars and silver rings. You put that lesbian in a position to explore the darkest side of loving someone. You put that lesbian on my screen, and you cast Liv Hewson. You put that lesbian on my screen, and you cast Lauren Ambrose. I mean. I mean.

Any ONE of these things would have been enough, and yet. Here we are. Watching the unkillable, complex-ass, funny, scary, heartfelt, fireproof lesbian get her face torn off by wolves, commit cannibalism, fall in love, move to fucking Ohio, and come back for more?? And you expect her NOT to move into a penthouse apartment in the very center of my heart? Be serious, dude. Be so serious.

[lunarcrown]

I didn’t get into the traffic zine but AQUA DID AND U KNOOOOOOOW she gonna write something SO GOOD AND AMAZING so plz support it when it comes out and send her MAX appreciations 🙏🙏🙏🙏

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

The internet is a beautiful place. I can search for something so absurdly specific and tailored to my interests and still be able to find something about it I disagree with that makes the whole thing less meaningful to me.

Several months ago I was able to find a whole collection of slutty transfem lesbian Asbestos fanfiction, only to get part way through and think “hey wait she would not get bottom surgery” and find the rest of the works in the collection less enjoyable because of it

[cipher-fresh]

Did Eleven ever tell Amy and Rory’s parents that they’re alive in the past? Or did they just go missing a few weeks after a third of the human population had heart attacks?

[magicinmyhand]

I can’t help but laugh at the fact that all the Matty haters who have already purchased this album paid to hear his and Taylor’s love/breakup story. Plus there is a song where Taylor calls them saboteurs, vipers, judgemental creeps and basically tells them to fuck off. Oh the irony.

[leviiackrman]

WIP WEDNESDAY;

I was tagged (over MULTIPLE weeks) by @lilywatt @a-treides @greenecreek (possibly more) to show some wips, and I finally have something to share! Life has been busy - applying for jobs and going back to work in general etc - but I have some things I wanted to showcase, so enjoy Asami Wednesday! Thank you sm for the tags🤍

I’ve been talking to @shellibisshe about our gals Amara & Asami recently, which has inspired me to FINALLY draw Asami in her fantasy AU form! Based on the end credits sequence set in a fantasy world, Asami is a mermaid that can turn human out of the water (think aquamarine) so I’m working on her human and mermaid designs! She has a v little mermaid coded moment with Barbarian Bakugo - as she saved him from drowning when he falls off of Kiri in dragon form tehe. Alongside that I’m currently writing out her timeline (also FINALLY) so have a snippet of her first day at UA! I still have plenty more to write before it’s ready to share but I’m waiting on my new tablet keyboard to arrive so my life is easier lmao. I hope you enjoy!

“Asami’s first official day was a rollercoaster. The anxiety she felt standing at the front of the class made her want to burst into tears, seeing so many talented yet unfamiliar faces now staring at her in confusion

Being thrust into a room about to elect their class president was the perfect cover to slip into her back row seat and hope no one approached her right away

A few classmates had already expressed excited at her joining the class, while a few faces across the room looked more then displeased - one boy in particular attempting to murder her with his eyes

Before she knew it homeroom was over, and lunch was about to start. Unsure where to go or what to do, Asami stayed sat in her seat, before a hoard of students flooded her table to make introductions

The first names that stuck in her mind were Mina, Kirishima and Denki, while a few more reserved members approached her more gently

A tall boy by the name of Ida - the newly elected class president - ushered the hoard of questioning students away before offering Asami the opportunity to have lunch with himself and some other classmates

Asami bashfully accepted, watching as everyone left the classroom before being introduced to a girl names Ochaco and a boy named Izuku

For the first time ever, Asami was eating lunch with other students. The awe of the moment left her speechless for the most part, but the odd few questions throw her direction made her talk more than she was used to. It was a pleasant conversation

The day ended on a slightly unpleasant note however. Whilst leaving the classroom to go to her new accommodation, Asami was approached by the same scowling boy from before

His tone was unpleasant and accusatory, something she had grown used to over time, but his words struck her hard as he accused her of having a free pass into the best hero school in the country

The words stung a lot, and made her already inferior demeanour grow tenfold”

Tagging: @carrionsflower @risingsh0t @simonxriley @tommyarashikage @kanos @confidentandgood @unholymilf @florbelles @thedeadthree @shellibisshe @roofgeese @aezyrraeshh @faerune @tekehu @jackiesarch @minaharkers @sergeiravenov @carlosoliveiraa @rosenfey @queennymeria @heroofpenamstan @tethrras @jamessunderlandgf @solasan @bigbywlf @delzinrowe @fenharel @imogenkol

[clegfly]

“Of course you have an Other Brother,” he says, waving off her denial as he opens some nearby cabinets. “Who else would I be if I wasn’t?”

Small WIP sketch of the Other Brother from IDKSomethingClever99’s fic “Mari in the Pink Palace”!!! OMORI and Coraline are my two biggest interests ever so this fic was like winning the lottery for me. Not to mention how good it is… please go read it ragh

[acourtoflight]

As an aspiring writer I can say that if had a published series and I wanted a couple from the start, I would not change it because people like a ship I didn’t write…I’d be like oh no honey you got it all wrong…anyway here’s the ship I DID write and like.

[folktaylor]

regency era wenclair

[shebelievesindestiny1]

[kaylazer]

back on my bullshit (meeting men im in love with). Ben Schwartz is so kind and tall :-) I didn’t totally freeze like when I met the Jonas brothers but the selfies we took are blurry so 😔

(at least I have these bc I told sam to record the whole thing heheheh)

[pupyuj]

wdyt about aiah 😋

SHE’S WAYYYY TOO PRETTYYY

she’s so wanderlust gf that makes every stop on your trip super romantic and fulfilling OUH