IF YOU'RE GONNA SCREAM, SCREAM WITH ME

Ask/RP blog for DBD Danny Johnson/Ghost Face. Sideblog of @manicjimmy (he/him | 31). 18+ only!

[screamwithme]

I wanna make a comeback so bad, I just suck at life right now lmao…

- Jimmy

[screamwithme]

Hi yes sorry I basically abandoned this account but I still love Ghostie with all my heart and cosplayed him again recently lmao

[screamwithme]

Alternate version too lol

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Bonus shitty pics because I’m not as skilled as Danny with a camera lmao

[screamwithme]

“I showed you my favorite scary movie plz respond”

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LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!

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Sorry I’ve been neglecting the blog! Have me as Ghostie to make up for it XD

[20cm]

"i can fix him" i like him evil actually. i can help him (kill people)

[manicjimmy]

IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN! COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!

[manicjimmy]

PLEASE BUY SOMETHING I NEED DA MONIES FOR HALLOWEEN TREATS AND SCARY MOVIES!! XD

[orderoftheask]

//Deadbydrawtober Day 15: “Hexed”

I promised @screamwithme that I would draw something for his witch AU, so here’s the Reverend Elliot Spencer (who may or may not actually be a demon in disguise) testing Witch!Danny’s dedication to the Devil.

[screamwithme]

*Flops* HI I didn't forget this blog I've just been a little tired and burnt out! I'll get to drawing stuff soon enough I promise!

- Jimmy

[screamwithme]

It's 2:00 AM, time to post cropped porn! Yes there are butts lower down XD Poor Danny and @franklyidgaf have found themselves trapped in a wall! PM with 18+ birthdate to see the full thing!

[a-swines-baptism]

The fog provided most of what the killers needed, but there were times when Danny missed moments like going out to grab a snack to keep him fueled while he was stalking. Snacks in the Fog weren’t exactly something that was provided. That is, until he heard about a secret stash of snacks! After hearing about Amanda’s snack stash, he now found himself using his usual stealth skills to sneak in and grab a little something for himself…

(@screamwithme)

Amanda didn't like people in Gideon. It was her home, her stomping ground. Her displeasure at people wandering in was made abundantly clear, she'd hoped, by the gamut of traps crisscrossing the entirety of the out-of-Trials trialground-- they weren't all made for killing so much as they were a deterrent. A 'keep out'. They only got worse the closer one got to her saferoom, too, so it would take a truly suicidal sort to try and get under her skin by breaking in there.

And yet... Amanda had just finished a shower in the lower levels, feeling fresh and relaxed in a new set of clothes, when she just so happened to let half her mind drift to the net of cameras throughout the plant, and what did she see but someone in her room? A Ghostface, too, and-- "Oh, you motherfucker," she growled under her breath, starting to march towards the stairs leading back up to ground floor. Whoever'd decided to crash her place was raiding her stuff. That shit wasn't going to stand.

She summoned a baseball bat on the way up. Something wooden and hefty. "Hey! The fuck do you think you're doing?!" she called up ahead of her.

[a-swines-baptism]

“Why would I? You’d just get a free pass from all this.” Amanda motions to his straining gut. “You did this all to yourself, you’ll remember this.” Always a crafty one, this Amanda. “I didn’t expect you’d go this far, to be honest, like… Christ, bit of a masochist, huh? Either that or my reputation really precedes me. But yeah, I mean… I could figure another trial out for you if you really wanna stay?” she offers, helpfully.

[screamwithme]

He groaned softly, realizing what had happened, "This was my trap??"

Putting a hand on his painfully swollen belly, he knew she was right. He would remember this. Especially if he had to make his way back to his own home in this state. Giving it a little rub, he winced, "I don't wanna stay, but can I at least have a minute??"

At this point he didn't have much to lose anyway.

[a-swines-baptism]

The fog provided most of what the killers needed, but there were times when Danny missed moments like going out to grab a snack to keep him fueled while he was stalking. Snacks in the Fog weren’t exactly something that was provided. That is, until he heard about a secret stash of snacks! After hearing about Amanda’s snack stash, he now found himself using his usual stealth skills to sneak in and grab a little something for himself…

(@screamwithme)

Amanda didn't like people in Gideon. It was her home, her stomping ground. Her displeasure at people wandering in was made abundantly clear, she'd hoped, by the gamut of traps crisscrossing the entirety of the out-of-Trials trialground-- they weren't all made for killing so much as they were a deterrent. A 'keep out'. They only got worse the closer one got to her saferoom, too, so it would take a truly suicidal sort to try and get under her skin by breaking in there.

And yet... Amanda had just finished a shower in the lower levels, feeling fresh and relaxed in a new set of clothes, when she just so happened to let half her mind drift to the net of cameras throughout the plant, and what did she see but someone in her room? A Ghostface, too, and-- "Oh, you motherfucker," she growled under her breath, starting to march towards the stairs leading back up to ground floor. Whoever'd decided to crash her place was raiding her stuff. That shit wasn't going to stand.

She summoned a baseball bat on the way up. Something wooden and hefty. "Hey! The fuck do you think you're doing?!" she called up ahead of her.

[a-swines-baptism]

For a little bit, it’s just Danny and his task, and it though it’s an agonizing (and probably more than a little humiliating) process, it’s starting to look like he’s actually going to get out of here. There’s barely anything left, if he clears the table, then maybe…

“Alright, I’m back! Sorry I took so long.” The Pig reenters the room, both hands supporting a plate that she puts right down on the table. There’s a cake on it. “There you go, key’s in there somewhere. Have fun.”

[screamwithme]

His heart feel into his already tightly filled stomach when he saw the cake in front of him. There was no way he could do it. You could practically see his spirit breaking in his eyes.

"F-fuck!" his voice cracked a little.

Looking down at his belly, wondering if there was possibly anymore room, all he could see is that it was incredibly stuffed now. By now he had ditched his belts and cracked open his robe, having to display his poor swollen stomach because his clothes just squished it at this point. Even his belly hairs looked like they were pushed in all directions from the tight, uncomfortable tummy. There wasn't anymore room left in him...

With a nervous gulp he finally admitted defeat, "I-I can't eat it! I'll explode! You'll just have to kill me and get it over with!"

[a-swines-baptism]

Theeere we go. This was the best part of any trap, watching hope get snatched away. “You sure? …Alright, have it your way.” She dropped the heavy confection onto the table, doubtlessly jolting the timer into overdrive…

A beeping sound filled the room, starting slow and speeding up, faster and faster—

“Game Over, ghostie.”

—And then the clasps around Danny’s ankles snapped open. Amanda, leaning against the wall, waves a hand and grins. “There you go.”

[screamwithme]

He braced himself, waiting for whatever it was to jab him. At least it seemed like his death would be quick...

That was, until his ankle restraints came open. All he could do for a moment was sit there, sweat gathering on his forehead, as he wondered exactly what the hell just happened?

"I...I can go?" he asked, looking over at her curiously. "You're not gonna pierce me?"

[a-swines-baptism]

The fog provided most of what the killers needed, but there were times when Danny missed moments like going out to grab a snack to keep him fueled while he was stalking. Snacks in the Fog weren’t exactly something that was provided. That is, until he heard about a secret stash of snacks! After hearing about Amanda’s snack stash, he now found himself using his usual stealth skills to sneak in and grab a little something for himself…

(@screamwithme)

Amanda didn't like people in Gideon. It was her home, her stomping ground. Her displeasure at people wandering in was made abundantly clear, she'd hoped, by the gamut of traps crisscrossing the entirety of the out-of-Trials trialground-- they weren't all made for killing so much as they were a deterrent. A 'keep out'. They only got worse the closer one got to her saferoom, too, so it would take a truly suicidal sort to try and get under her skin by breaking in there.

And yet... Amanda had just finished a shower in the lower levels, feeling fresh and relaxed in a new set of clothes, when she just so happened to let half her mind drift to the net of cameras throughout the plant, and what did she see but someone in her room? A Ghostface, too, and-- "Oh, you motherfucker," she growled under her breath, starting to march towards the stairs leading back up to ground floor. Whoever'd decided to crash her place was raiding her stuff. That shit wasn't going to stand.

She summoned a baseball bat on the way up. Something wooden and hefty. "Hey! The fuck do you think you're doing?!" she called up ahead of her.

[a-swines-baptism]

For a little bit, it’s just Danny and his task, and it though it’s an agonizing (and probably more than a little humiliating) process, it’s starting to look like he’s actually going to get out of here. There’s barely anything left, if he clears the table, then maybe…

“Alright, I’m back! Sorry I took so long.” The Pig reenters the room, both hands supporting a plate that she puts right down on the table. There’s a cake on it. “There you go, key’s in there somewhere. Have fun.”

[screamwithme]

His heart feel into his already tightly filled stomach when he saw the cake in front of him. There was no way he could do it. You could practically see his spirit breaking in his eyes.

"F-fuck!" his voice cracked a little.

Looking down at his belly, wondering if there was possibly anymore room, all he could see is that it was incredibly stuffed now. By now he had ditched his belts and cracked open his robe, having to display his poor swollen stomach because his clothes just squished it at this point. Even his belly hairs looked like they were pushed in all directions from the tight, uncomfortable tummy. There wasn't anymore room left in him...

With a nervous gulp he finally admitted defeat, "I-I can't eat it! I'll explode! You'll just have to kill me and get it over with!"

[manicjimmy]

IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN! COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!

[screamwithme]

Hey, commission my broke ass!

- Jimmy

[survivor-jynx]

"Survivor, huh?" Ghostie arched a brow under his mask. He sat cross-legged on one of the vault windows, looking casually cocky. "Might put ya on a hook later~" (screamwithme)

@screamwithme

"Gonna have to catch me first! Good luck~"

[screamwithme]

"Hey, I could be there and you not even know it!" he scowled at her under the mask. "You'll only know where I am when I want you to know where I am."

He pushed himself up from his seat, walking over to her now. Standing almost chest to chest with her, he said, "I bet if we had a test trial right now I'd get you!"