"There's a legend 'round here; a killer buried, but not dead. A curse on Crystal Lake..."
݁ ˖↟𖠰˚☀︎ᨒ↟𖠰˖ ݁
Jason Voorhees roleplay blog - roaming the forest, guarding his home from pesky trespassers.
Jason Voorhees roleplay blog - pre Part II, 2009 reboot inspired for a grungier, more survivalist take on him. (Also has a Dead By Daylight AU version.)
He roams the grounds of Crystal Lake, maintaining it and guarding it from those who wish to stick their noses where they don't belong. His wrath is swift and deadly, stalking and brutally slaughtering any who dare trespass...
Mature themes (eg. violence, child abuse, animal death, sexual topics (not with Jason himself, but, well, premarital sex-having teens are rampant here)) will be present. You have been warned.
Askbox always open - questions, roleplay starters, etc. all welcomed with open arms.
OCs welcome to interact, within reason. Especially hikers/counselors/idiot partying teens welcome! Give him all the victims...
DMs are open - mun doesn't bite! If you wish to discuss or ask something, feel free.
Mun is all pronouns.
Sometimes slow on replies. I have 8 gazillion blogs to tend to.
𐦂 𝑀𝑈𝑆𝐸 𝐼𝑁𝐹𝑂𝑅𝑀𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁
6'5"
34-39 y/o
Still human
Asexual/aromantic, sex repulsed
He/him/his & it/its
Has an elaborate tunnel system beneath Camp Crystal Lake, as well as various traps and alarms set around - from bear traps, to snares, to tripwires
Has arrested development
Knows some ASL
Even in the DBD AU, he still has Camp Crystal Lake (as a map) because him not having his home is sad
#1 nature lover - mess with his carefully maintained ecosystem and he'll beat your ass
𖨆 𝑇𝐴𝐺 𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇
#An intruder...? -- literate roleplay responses
#A chickenscratch note -- ask meme responses
#Ki ki ki ma ma ma -- solo posts (non-lit)
#J Man responds -- ask responses
#J Mans drabbles -- independent writing
#A figure in the trees -- additions to others' posts
#Into the Fog -- Dead By Daylight version of Jason as "The Slasher", AU to the rest of the blog (used for interactions with DBD characters even if he's not yet in the Fog himself)
#ooc post
(Anything with "//" in front of it is OOC - so, me, the mun, speaking.)
𐀪 𝑊𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇𝑁𝐸𝑅𝑆
@i-the-nameless-legend -- The Unknown (DBD)
@woven-spider-silk -- Sable Ward (DBD)
𖠋 𝑁𝐴𝑀𝐸𝐷 𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁𝑆
🦋
𖧧 𝑊𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐸𝑋𝐴𝑀𝑃𝐿𝐸
(excerpt from a DBD rp in which he kidnaps Laurie outside of a Trial due to her resemblance to Pamela)
After the apple had been taken from his hand, it lingered there for a moment before dropping to rest on his knee. Her question only got a sluggish, out-of-sync blink in response.
Laurie's big, sad, scared eyes - staring at him like a frightened child - were nothing like his mother's, which had been kind, and lovesick, and had gotten so cold whenever she spoke of the Bad people. He tilted his head slightly as if looking at her from a better angle would strengthen the resemblance.
He was tempted to reach out and fix her hair, to adjust it to more look the part to make up for the lack of mother in her eyes, but all his hands did was twitch.
. . .
Jason snapped his head back down and began pulling more from the sack - placing bits of fruit and vegetables, some snacks, and other varying kinds of food on the dirt ground in front of her. Some of it was fresher than the others, but they were all still in the edible range. He also pulled out a pack of water bottles, setting that down beside everything.
Then he shuffled backwards and rose back up to as much of his full height as was possible in the short tunnel. One hand raised to point at the selection he'd brought her, then came up to tap the mouth of his mask once, fingers to his thumb.
[Eat.]
Do you dare trespass into the territory of the legend himself?
Jason Voorhees, my legally adopted son whom I love very much
my ja-son, if you will
Nah but fr slasher films were a goated era of movies, before a lot of people's movie standards shot up to heaven 😭 Jason is definitely up there as one of my favorites.
I created my own iteration of Jason one time, forever ago (way before I started Tumblr), and even made a short animation thing for it. I might reanimate it at some point and post it.
More love for slashers, including/especially Jason
(also tried out a new shading/lighting style that's different from what I usually do. Instead out outlining where I'll color and slowly blending the color upwards, I just threw down blobs of color and blended them into the darkest color which I made the bg color. I think it looks pretty cool!)
Ooooh new guy...you look familair. Like a more put-together version of that trapper...
- @woven-spider-silk
Not having expected to hear anything but the gentle breeze through the branches and leaves, Jason turned sharply when he instead heard a voice break that tranquility, staring at the white-haired woman stood across from him.
... She looked young, so why did she have white hair? He thought that was for old people. Was it like how someone peoples' were pink or blue or green or red sometimes?
His fingers twitched, hand wanting to move to the machete at his hip, but... they weren't in his territory, no. He'd gone out exploring - tentatively leaving the lake behind for the time being in order to check out his surroundings. He was taken to new, confusing places all the time, with no opportunity to learn the layouts of them, so he figured he'd go out now and have a proper look around. That would let him get around easier when Mama put him with the Bad people.
But now he'd been intercepted.
It wasn't worth killing her over, not until she proved herself to be Bad, and... the only thing he knew was her white hair, and that wasn't Bad, just weird.
He didn't know what she was talking about, so he just stood there awkwardly, staring at her in silence. Then he slowly tilted his head.
Sable grinned, approaching calmly with her arms pressed against her abdomen. Jason's tilted-head was met with a tilted head of her own, an invitation of peace. "You look lost." she spoke with a softness. "I'm guessing you don't know a whole lot about what's going on. I can show you around, if you'd like."
No one had ever walked up to Jason so... casually.
Usually, when people even caught a glance of him they were screaming, or running, or screaming and running. Away from him, of course, so having someone not scream or run or scream and run, and actually move towards him like it was nothing, was...
Very new.
Even before he'd been big, no one liked to just walk up and talk to him like she was doing now. He stared down at her with a wide eye, befuddled, and shifted on his feet.
... No, she didn't seem Bad. She was just a lady, out in the woods, approaching him like no one but his mama had ever done before.
And she was right, too. He didn't really know his way around this place. That was what he'd ventured out in search of learning, but if she knew better than him... it'd be smart to let her guide him.
[ Something has been in Jason’s cabin, his items have been strewn about some ripped and teared, there’s long claw marks left in his headboard. hunched over in a corner is the unknown waiting for the perfect moment to strike]
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@i-the-nameless-legend
The second he opened the door, Jason paused.
... Dead silence in the night. He surveyed his destroyed cabin: his belongings, his collected items, his furniture - all knocked over and scattered around the rickety building.
Quietly, he unsheathed his machete. It could've just been an animal or two breaking in given by the claw marks in some places, and he couldn't blame them for that, but they could've not wrecked his stuff. But there was also a high probability it was Bad people. They were always up to something.
His grip tightened on the handle, the leather wraps creaking.
Slowly, he stepped into his cabin, looking around not at the destruction this time, but instead for something. Movement, eyes, a flash of skin or fur - anything. Was the perpetrator still here...? They must be. Something felt off. Something made him tense with unease, shoulders rising to his ears.
Something lunges at his back, pulling him down to the ground. Its tentacles are pulling at his limbs, its human disguise forgotten in favor of the senseless attacks.
It’s still fairly banged up from their last match, Jason can see the way the skin tears, parting just enough to show whatever is under the surface. It’s disgusting, leaking some sort of fluid onto his skin.
Something large and heavy SLAMMED into him and knocked him hard to the floor, the rotten boards cracking and giving under the sudden weight. Thankfully, he'd reinforced the floor with steel bars in certain places long ago so that he could actually walk in his own home, which meant he didn't fall through.
He reached back and pawed at the thing attacking him, managing to grab it and twist himself onto his back, planting his forearm at the thing's - person's? - throat to keep it a bit further away from him.
Once he could properly see what was on top of him, he understood. The monster from before was after him again - even though he'd been... very certain he'd killed it. It had been little more than paste when he left it. But it was back now, apparently. Roughed up and leaking goop on him, but back, and evidently healthy enough to come after him again.
Tentacles grabbed and yanked at his limbs, trying to restrain and probably other unsavory things, but Jason fought against its grip with all of his strength.
He managed to wrench an arm free just long enough to reach down and unsheath his machete, slamming it deep into the junction of the monster's twisted neck with a spray of thick blood. He squinted to keep it from getting in his eyes.
The Unknown lets out a guttural scream, it cuts through the skin like butter, revealing a twist of tentacles underneath. The Unknowns head rolls to the side, laying completely battered, the mouth of it continues to move with its sounds, the tentacles however are forcing Jason's arm up at an unusual angle, the Unknown forces itself to turn over, its back skin open to reveal its gaping mouth, dragging Jasons hand inside of it and biting down.
There's pure hatred in its actions. It will not stop until the creature before it is dead.
Despite its neck nearly being severed, head hanging down awkwardly, it was still alive and kicking, dragging his arm up, and it hurt--
Then it pulled his hand inside of the strange maw in its back, full of unevenly distributed, crooked teeth, biting down and into his skin. It clamped down hard, and he winced at the crushing force, feeling his skin break, blood seeping from the splits, and his bones creak.
He tugged, uselessly, hand fully stuck in there - unable to yank it out without severely injuring himself. He needed his hands intact, they were important!
With an irritated growl, Jason let go his machete and reached up with his now free hand, grabbing its head by its unruly black hair, yanking hard, flesh and sinew separating at the cut in its throat further... until its head was pulled from the neck with a burst of the creature's vile, unnatural blood.
He managed to bring a leg up and kick it off of him with a powerful blow, and more of his skin was taken with it as it was shoved back, but he ignored it for now, though the pain of it made him tuck his injured hand to his chest - the other clutching the creature's decapitated head.
He stared at its body, chest heaving with heavy breaths.
He dropped the head with a sigh, disinterestedly kicking it over to the corpse just to get it out of his way.
But, with him stooping down to grab his machete back up off the floor, planning to hack it into more pieces to make sure it couldn't come back this time... he didn't see the creature he thought he'd killed just a second ago twitch - returning to life for a second time nearly immediately.
Ooooh new guy...you look familair. Like a more put-together version of that trapper...
- @woven-spider-silk
Not having expected to hear anything but the gentle breeze through the branches and leaves, Jason turned sharply when he instead heard a voice break that tranquility, staring at the white-haired woman stood across from him.
... She looked young, so why did she have white hair? He thought that was for old people. Was it like how someone peoples' were pink or blue or green or red sometimes?
His fingers twitched, hand wanting to move to the machete at his hip, but... they weren't in his territory, no. He'd gone out exploring - tentatively leaving the lake behind for the time being in order to check out his surroundings. He was taken to new, confusing places all the time, with no opportunity to learn the layouts of them, so he figured he'd go out now and have a proper look around. That would let him get around easier when Mama put him with the Bad people.
But now he'd been intercepted.
It wasn't worth killing her over, not until she proved herself to be Bad, and... the only thing he knew was her white hair, and that wasn't Bad, just weird.
He didn't know what she was talking about, so he just stood there awkwardly, staring at her in silence. Then he slowly tilted his head.
