#meredith.

[idolbound]

Remembering some of Meredith’s concept art and how she did, indeed, have those templar titties right out.

reposting this bc personal blogs got ahold of it and it was posted in 2020, pre "turn reblogs off" 💀

[eyelessdoll]

“ i never have been able to sleep very well. not without a little help. ”

[bloodykneestm]

meredith's sense of smell is warped from years of smoking cigarettes and rigorously abusing alcohol, but even she can smell the man at the bar, the stale heat of his poison of choice lingering pungent on his breath. she's dizzy, her stomach is churning, and she knows the only thing that will help is a drink. she approaches him with all the grace of a newborn gazelle, legs buckling at odd angles like a marionette as she slips in beside him, a hand moving to grip in his shirt flirtatiously, fluttering her eyelashes gracelessly as she hangs off him. "—buy me a shot?" she asks, her voice hoarse and dark even while she aims to sound girlish and appealing.

@hebled liked this for a random high-activity muse!

[blood-falling]

{Meri boops in, holding a small Tupperware box of chocolate chip cookies. She settles the box on his desk with a note saying 'I made too many I hope you like them! -Meri'}

Ah, hello again, Meredith. What's this...?

(They set down their ornate fountain pen, the pearlescent shell glinting faintly. They looked up at their guest, cracking their neck out of habit.

[freddve]

tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock; frederica refuses to blink for as long as she can endure the burning sensation, walking in a straight line, placing her foot right after the other in an uncharacteristic, orderly way. she’s fighting a losing battle, waiting for the time to stop for her, the one she ends up with a blurry vision, tears pooling. how rude of time, as if she’s not bored enough, now has to fight the social construct. it’s a fairly new habit, the night walks, right to the castle of nostalgia, vela pier. there must be psychological explanation for it, circling back to the place she liked the most during her summer break. then again, one may also say freddie’s hoping to run into someone special, but of course, that’s not correct, false news — wait. pace fastening, fred follows the familiar figure ahead. she’s not a stalker. not a stalker, though it takes an ocean to convince herself, tailing the girl like an 80′s serial killer. fine, do it, just bite the bullet. “hey, meredith?” voice creaks and a loud cough follows as she puts her hands in her pocket, attempting to showcase her nonchalant attitude. “what’s up? i was about to get my night lemonade, you know me, can’t go on without the bitter taste. a lemonade a day keeps the doctor away! you wanna join? i mean, or not, that’s totally fine, i get it, because we’re amigos. best friends forever. so yeah, i...i get it.”

@saltedstorm​

[alemuse]

meredith 📲 finn

MEREDITH: Hey, there!

MEREDITH: Any plans for the weekend?

[ripleyvansant]

LOCATION: Palmetto  DATE: January 24th TIME: After Pep Rally CLOSED / @cotesmeredith

         They weren’t happy about being thrown together with the football cheerleaders once again for the pep rally preparations. Especially not at all the jeers they had to endure over the last time the two squads had joined together. Part of them wanted to spite the football cheerleaders and make them look bad, except Coach Corey kept a close eye on them as she oversaw the practices. Once again, the football cheerleaders were way more important than the Vixens—and Ripley half wondered if Coach Corey was just as good at putting on a poker face as they were. They hadn’t let practices or the jeers sour their mood though because as much as it hurt coming from the other squad, it had hurt a lot more coming from their own squad members. Then again, Ripley couldn’t really tell what team Raleigh really cheered for. But a whole week of practicing with the football cheerleaders wasn’t the worst news they’d gotten in a whole.

         Ripley was going to be a whole ninety-four miles from home late this week and for the first time in a long time, didn’t feel like they were itching to go back. Normally, being so close, their moms would drive up to see the game, but Ripley told them not to bother. There were only a few things Ripley hated more than football and it was Charlotte. Prior to moving to Palmetto, the furthest the Van Sant family had travelled was from Asheville to Blowing Rock. The move, however, hadn’t stopped Ripley from stalking their old friends from their high school in Asheville and several of them had ended up going to schools near Charlotte. It would figure that once again, Ripley was trapped at a school they’d most likely know a few students at and it figured that the whole reason would be a stupid football game. Despite it being an uncomfortable situation, Ripley was going to make the best of it. They refused to spend the whole time moping around and not having at least a somewhat decent time and since it was a few days away, the only thing they really had to worry about was getting homework done this weekend.

         After the pep rally, Ripley quickly changed into their normal clothing—sans anything orange because fuck Palmetto Unity, there was no unity between the different squads and there wasn’t unity between the Exy team and the football team. The university was kidding itself to think otherwise. Right now Ripley was just a student at Palmetto that didn’t care about football or cheerleaders or anything other than school work. At least until they spotted Meredith. She couldn’t make everything better, but maybe they could cause some mischief… and I don’t know they could use some mutual complain about their problems time, if need be. “Heyyyy,” Ripley said, falling into step beside her. “You up for some fun?”

[idolbound]

the corpo cunt they warned you about.