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❤️- For a secret crush (( I see Frank literally doing this at knife point))

“A-Are you kidding me right now, Frank?” Meg rasps out, careful not to flex her vocal cords against that filthy blade against her neck. This is what she gets for trying to slip off to the abandoned shack in the corner of Coldwind Farm. It’s a great location to get a generator done fast, but there’s no vantage point to speak of. So of course her shit luck would afford a private visit from Frank. Meg never heard him coming either, so he was able to creep up from behind without an issue. She swallows hard at the knotted nerves stuck in her throat, but it just reminds her how dangerously close that knife is to slicing her pulse wide open. Carefully, she cranes her head up and over her shoulder, just enough to catch a glimpse of that ridiculous mask of his.“Kinda busy with shit…you really wanna ask this question now?” Her voice is quieter now, as if fearing anyone coming by. Fat chance of that since she went for the generator off in the corner. A heat crept onto her cheeks as she considered the question. From this close, Frank would be able to notice her shift from frustrated to nervous. If he was paying any attention, and unfortunately, Meg knew he was.“Shit, this is messed up,” Meg utters softly, “I…I-I’m kinda having a hard time thinking with a blade to my neck.” That wasn’t a complete lie, but she knew Frank wouldn’t relent even if she begged. So, after licking her parted lips, a defeated sigh exits her mouth. “…S-Susie is a sweet girl…I wouldn’t mind spending more time with her…genuinely, I mean. I had a shit childhood and nearly went off the rails–but I didn’t kill anyone like you,” She hisses this part before continuing, “Mm, but I can relate better because of it–to all of Legion, as much as I hate to admit it. I may not interact much with Julie and Joey, but with Susie and you–” She stops, cutting herself off before she says something she regrets to the man himself. If he was watching carefully, he’d notice her shift nervously in place and fluster a touch more than before. “A-Anyway, Susie makes things fun in this nightmare. She helps pull out my wild streak I thought I’d let die. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not, but…it feels liberating in this world.”There’s a moment where the abandoned shack goes quiet, but the moment hangs in the air like a dense fog. Anticipation. More boldly than before, Meg cautiously turns a half step, now partially facing Frank instead of having him at her back. There’s a splash of crimson staining her freckled cheeks, but that demure anxiety on her face was replaced with a serious glare. “Don’t you dare hurt her because of this…it’s not her fault I…th-that I feel this way. If you wanna punish anyone, then I guess you can fuck me up with that blade of yours but don’t you dare hurt her over this, Frank.” There’s another moment of silence, this time allowing her eyes to gaze into Frank’s mask, searching. “Please.”

#Meg likes them alright #A LOT #and she's reaaaaaaaaaally conflicted about it #<333 #The Ragtag Anarchists || The Legion #dbd rp #derangedpursuit

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🐶-Favorite pet name they like to be called?

“I think anything my lover calls me would be great. If they’re taking the time to make up pet names, it means they care. Probably. That said, I think I might be traditional in thinking being called someone’s ‘girl’ is appealing. Admittedly though, I’d also love a nickname that only the two of us understand. It could be super sweet and sincere or just a really dumb joke. I think terms like that are better than anything else–it’s personalized and unique, something only your lover would use on you, y’know?”

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💭 -Any muse, I just enjoy reading your stuff-

“Yeah, no, you can fuck off, Joseph.” Came a voice so familiar to the petite Killer that she might have known it by heart. If not, then the visage of a younger Meg Thomas standing in the middle of a controversy certainly confirms it. Although not too much younger than she is now, the energetic athlete looks nothing as she does now; her attire exudes a goth-punk style, from the black clothing to the excessive silver-chained accessories adorning her neck. At least her long red braids were a telltale sign that this wasn’t another universe’s Meg.“No, you fuck off, Thomas! This is non of your business–what the hell is with you anyways?”“Oh, I don’t know–guess I don’t like you treating Marcus Gray like shit? Which, by the way, is pretty fucked.” Meg calls out with a sarcastic grin, shrugging her shoulders as if the taller boy with braces were a hopeless case. Judging from the letterman jackets some of the kids wore, it seemed like this dates back to her high school days. That is, if brace face with the attitude wasn’t dating the scene already. Keeping true to her current day sass and grace, the athletic girl strides up to the obstinate teenage boy causing issues. Meg’s body separates the brace-wearing string bean from the shorter, plumper boy who one could imagine was this Marcus fellow. “Y’know, this is why I don’t roll with you and your gaggle of jar heads. We both might skip school and hang at the same park, but I could tell from the second I saw you that you were an ass.” The freckled ginger pauses her passionate argument to gesture wide to the boy behind her, eyes the color of the bold blue sea. “Marcus doesn’t deserve to have his dreams be squashed by your low self-esteem. He’s in line to get a fuckin’ scholarship to his dream university. He comes to tell you guys ‘cus you’re his supposed ‘friends’…and here you are, telling him to kill himself because he’s ‘a damn nark’ for having his shit together but you don’t? Fuck, Joseph, seriously?““Yeah? This coming from the bitch whose daddy left her mommy for a whore who doesn’t have cancer? So, what, now you’re rebelling ‘cus daddy doesn’t love you and your mommy is about ready to croak–” Before the kid can say any more, Meg tackles him to the ground like she were a rabid animal off its leash. And much like a crazed beast, the ginger starts to beat him into the pavement with unrelenting strength. While the Meg Susie has come to know is energetic and has a spitfire attitude, it’s nothing like this unbridled rage displayed before her now. Hair of braided fire flaps over her shoulders as she throws back each punch, clearly overwhelming the frightened teenager below her.“This isn’t about me, fuck face!” She exclaims with thunderous strength, fists gripping tight to Joseph’s hoodie. Meg begins to give him a hard shake between breaths. “Apologize or else I’ll really make you regret saying that shit.”“Fuck, fine! Sorry that you have daddy issues–”“No,” Meg snaps, bending her knee so it drives into his rib cage. “I didn’t mean me, Joseph–apologize to Marcus!”“F-Fuck! Get off!”“Apologize!!”“Sorry, Marcus! Fuck, sorry that I told you to kill yourself!!” After some hollering and applause from the crowd, Meg gets to her feet and spits down at this Joseph fellow. After a sneer, she pats off her black jeans all while striding toward a frightened looking Marcus. With her back turned, Joseph and his gang take a moment to gather themselves and leave the bestial ginger and Marcus alone. Seemed like one Her brows furrow in confusion at his attitude, though it immediately clicks that she probably freaked him out. Exhaling the remainder of her anger, Meg extends a pale, thin hand toward the thicker boy. A worn, genuine smile rests on her face.