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[slashthrashandcrash]

we're so back

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A little ghostmeg secret santa gift for @discordsmuse~❤️✨☃️❄️

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The Hare and the Pig

⇢ Pairing: Amanda + Meg Thomas (background GhostMeg & platonic GhostPig)

⇢ Length: Oneshot

⇢ Synopsis: Amanda's perspective of Danny and Meg's relationship, trapped in a trial with both.

⇢ A/N: Amanda isn't in the 2v8 (yet) but I think I'd be terrified more than enough if she was. A reminder that a “+” signifies a non-romantic pairing (typically platonic but I’m not certain these two are even at that level yet)

Amanda sees her before she does. It’s a given, considering she’s the predator, trapped in an arena with her prey. 

She stills where she’s crouched in the foliage, waiting to lunge at one of the survivors, too distracted to notice her as they run past. Her flare of bright, red hair is the first giveaway. Danny’s gushed about it more times than she cares to count, and she’s practically sick of the sentence “luscious red locks” even without having ever seen them. (More than once she’s considered shaving them off if it would only get Danny to SHUT UP-)

Two braids fly behind her head, lightly smacking her on her shoulders as she whips her head around in every direction, eyes narrowed, ears straining as she cautiously pads. Not quite a walk but not a run either. Gathering her strength, saving it for a boost when she’s startled and needs to bolt.

Amanda tilts her head, squints her eyes. Now she can see the never-ending comparisons to a red hare that Danny loves to make. The constant glances in every direction, the footsteps, angled and poised, ready to bolt at the slightest rustle. She can practically make out a pair of lopsided bunny ears on top of her head, twitching in every direction with the way she keeps a keen eye out. 

The other giveaway is the mismatched hair ties holding both of her braids; one a dark brown color that nearly blends in with her hair, the other a shock of bright, teal blue. A glaring constant to the rest of her clothes, and a wonderful pop against the red strands of her hair. She doesn’t need to ask to know which ones is her usual style, not with the way Danny had practically skipped into the Ormond Resort after he’d returned from a trial weeks ago, fresh blood splatters darkening his clothes from a round well done; spinning a hair tie on his finger with too much delight and giddy excitement for the man’s usual energy. 

She’d sighed and finally placed down the knife she’d been sharpening when his almost giggling had started to give her a headache, rubbing the wrong way on every nerve she had left as she monotonously asked where he’d got it. 

The bastard had grinned back at her, mask long since taken off and leaned in close. Close enough for his breathe to waft over her face as Amanda grimaced. He tilted back out of her personal space before she could shove him- or maybe even stab him- and given her a cheeky grin. 

“Secret,” he’d winked, annoyingly, pressing the hair tie fondly to the corner of his mouth.  

Amanda had held back an irritated sigh (if only to not delight him with how much of an effect he had on her) and returned to sharpening her knife, imagining how it’d look if she jabbed it into his eye and twisted. (Not that that’d bring much relief when he’d come back alive and well, thanks to the favoritism of the Entity, no point in it if he didn’t stay dead.)

She shifted closer, careful to avoid any rustling branches as she readjusted her hold on her knife. She couldn’t kill her, despite how much more annoying Ghostface had gotten since his budding obsession over her, but she could certainly have her fun. Even knew how to kill two birds with one stone and save the rest of the survivors for herself with no clashing competition. No giddy killer to splay himself over her back afterwards to brag about the kills he’d stolen from her. 

She pulled into herself, inhaled, quiet, quiet so they never heard her- and lunged. Typically the move would catch one of the survivors off guard, lucky to only escape with a knife wound and panic thrumming under their skin, tripping over themselves fearfully. The redhead was faster, wide eyes snapping to her pig mask before she bolted, feet slamming against the dirt only a moment before Amanda’s knife cut the air where she’d been, bloodthirsty and locked onto her. 

She growled, pivoting on her feet to keep her momentum as she missed, lurching after the redhead sprinting away from her. She had to give it to her, the girl knew how to run, dodging at every last moment, ducking behind a pallet before the pig could strike. 

But she wasn’t quite good enough. Not when there were two killers in the match, not when Amanda had a plan. 

She doesn’t see him, too focused on glancing back at her, ensuring the steady distance, searching for another route to try to shake her off. But Amanda does, has since the hunt started, since she nudged her in the direction. 

Meg didn’t notice the root until her foot snagged in it, yelping as she went flying, arms pinwheeling as she desperately tried to keep her balance. It’s a losing fight against gravity with her momentum however, and she certainly would’ve been eating dirt had a pair of dark, gloved hands not lashed out to catch her, yanking her upwards to collide with a broad chest instead, stepping backwards to catch her energy. 

Amanda slows her pace, snorting as she places her hands on her hips and catches her breathe, regards the view in front of her with a glow of self satisfaction. Meg is splayed against Ghostface’s chest, feet scrambling for purchase as she gapes up at him with horror stricken features. She shoves against his chest, desperately clawing, scrambling, like a prey caught in a snare. 

Amanda tilts her head up. She doesn’t need Ghostface’s mask off to feel the smug satisfaction rolling off of him in waves, arms lashed across her back to keep her pressed to him, leaning backwards to keep her scrambling on her toes, unable to kick or find enough purchase to leap away. He coos something to the survivor that makes her blanch and renews her desperate efforts, dull nails scratching at his arm as he shakes in laughter at her response. 

Amanda shudders, a shiver running up her spine as she fights to keep the bile from traveling up her throat. She couldn’t hear what he’d said from her distance, nothing more than the tone. But she’d live a happy life never knowing, nor hearing that sappy, nauseating, lovesick tone he’d taken on ever again. 

Amanda easily spins on her heel, tossing her knife between her hands as she stalks through the grounds, keenly eyeing her surroundings. Now with Ghostface perfectly subdued, she was free to have her fun with the other playthings. A win-win scenario. 

She snorted to herself, rolling her shoulders back as she cracked her neck. Really he should be thanking her. 

[akanothere]

“I miss you.”

It is a masked Danny x Meg WIP but I decided to do a little maskless Danny GIF and failed🫠 animation is not my thing😭😭😭 but still please have some GhostMeg

[thecatchat]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Blurry. Delete. Blurry. Delete. Hmm. Crop. Nope, delete. Too zoomed in. Delete. Blurry, again. Delete. Delete. Delete.

Jed continued flicking through his camera roll at his latest subject. Meg Thomas. A track and field upstart who passed on a full-ride scholarship to take care of her ailing mother, worked at the local library full time, and was cursed to end up blurry in nine out of ten photos taken of her.

Maybe he was exaggerating. He rapidly deleted another three photos in a row, eye twitching in frustration. Maybe he wasn't exaggerating. He had never had as much bad luck with motion blur as he did with Meg. Even when photographing his own kills, people struggling, thrashing, and fighting for their lives, he didn't get this many blurry photos.

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BEHOLD THE JEDMEG FIC!!! PART 1!!!!

@slashthrashandcrash @unnamed-blob

[riliancaprice]

Inspired by this years Twisted Masquerade! A remake of the one I did with Ghosty and Feng. I just love Meg and GhostFace, so I had to put them together this time.

[officerluv]

First, my personal non-fanon blog: mymindisatangledmess

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The purpose of this blog is to focus on each individual fanfic and fanart of various fandoms that I post here, because I genuinely want them to have more recognition for how amazing they are, and to have a place where they're archived and can easily be found.

I almost exclusively post fanfiction/art, but I occasionally post metas, discourses, and tagging games among other things.

You can search for fics by the ship and series' name. Below I'll add which series and ships I've posted so far in alphabetical order:

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Avatar: The Last Airbender - Jinko, Tyluko, Zutara

Danganronpa - Hinaegi, Kamuegi, Komahina, Naejunko, Togahina, Saimota, Saiouma, Soudam

Dead by Daylight - Ghostette, Ghostface x Reader, Ghostmeg, Mylaurie

Death Note - Lawmane

Devil May Cry - Danlady

Dragon Ball - Badagine, Brolai, Broly x Reader, Gobul, Gochi, Goku x Reader, Launchitz, Radchi, Raditz x Reader, Turles x Reader, Vegebul

Final Fantasy VII - Aeriseph, Aerti

Friday the 13th - Jason Voorhees x Reader, Jason Voorhees x Whitney

Halloween - Michael Myers x Reader, Mylaurie

Inuyasha - Inukag

Invincible - Markeve

Odin Sphere - Gwenwald

Resident Evil - Leshley, Valeveira

Stardew Valley - Sebastian x Farmer

TLOZ: Breath of the Wild - Zelink

The Silence of the Lambs - Clannibal

Yashahime: Princess Half Demon - Inukag, Sessrin

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Happy reading!

[chillmore-girl]

I love me some Ghostmeg uwu

this was a request for @questionedturkey on twitter