#dbd Meg

[zombfearer]

do you like my sword sword .. sword my diamond sword ..

[jesterkard]

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT IN-GAME CHARACTER PORTRAITS I have finally updated all 78 Portraits that you can now download for free here: GUMROAD ♥ Support me on Ko-Fi ♥

[vitece]

Merry Christmas everymeow

(this is not a completely original art, since I redrawn a picture from the artist - chetom)

[akanothere]

May I present — my weekly shitposts

[dead-by-mending]

I didn't have any ideas for more incorrect quotes, so instead here's a lore-based meme dump (part 1 probably)

Originally posted on my Reddit

[sketchywheeze]

Dbd ladies including pre-plague Adiris

[argo-nautical]

some low effort redraw doodles because I’m too busy grinding the rank reset to actually draw

[varvuska]

Meg go nyoom

[abbiebsart]

New survivor just dro- wait a second

(Not sure if I wanna commit to a whole askblog but welcoming ideas for stuff to draw for this ig)

[unnamed-blob]

The Ocean Is My...

⇢ Pairing: Mer Ghostface/Meg Thomas

⇢ Length: Multi-chapter

⇢ Chapters: (1- Home) (2 - Grave) (3 - Drug) (4 - Cage)

⇢ Synopsis: The ocean has been Meg's home for as long as she can remember. But the tides have shifted with a new mer appearing, and now Meg has to fight to keep her head above the waves left in his wake.

⇢ A/N: Side-eyes the failed dual update promise. In my defense, it's finals season. How was I supposed to know?

Meg shifted, burying her feet in the sand as she shuffled nervously in place. She grasped the board underneath her arm tighter, clasping it with both hands in a strained grip. Was this the same woman who used to stride on the sand as if she were floating above it? Who used to carry her board slung under an arm as easily as if it weren’t there?

Who could blame her though? 

Meg forced a deep breathe in, holding it as she slowly counted in her head, then released it. Just the way Claudette always coached. 

She forced one foot in front of the other, a step forwards, and then another, gaze glued to the sand. 

Claudette would kill her if she knew what she was doing. So Meg had left the voicemail for Dwight instead. He was never up early, she’d be back by the time he’d be awake enough to listen to it. 

And by then it’d be no issue, because she’d be at home safe and sound. And if she wasn’t.. Then they’d know where to look first. 

Not to mention- Meg glanced up for the umpteenth time to make sure they were still there- it wasn’t as if she was completely alone. Another swimmer was further out, dark hair a stark contrast against the water as they dipped in and out of the water with an ease that made Meg’s chest tighten in jealousy. 

Mers wouldn’t attack a group, not when they typically hunted solitary and could risk being dragged onto shore. The only reason it’d happened last time was because she was stupid enough to be alone. Stupid enough to not even consider the possibility and be caught completely off guard. 

Meg stilled as she realized she’d reached the edge of the ocean, shoving her heart back down as it tried to leap upwards when the waves nudged at her feet. She gripped her board tighter, an old comfort. A reminder of her wondrous memories before, a life saving grace in her time of need. There was no possibility she would’ve been able to escape in her exhausted state without it. 

She had no intentions of surfing again, of peering into the abyss of the ocean and having it stare back. But she was comfortable enough to finally wade in. To let the water reach higher than her midsection. And the redhead would prefer to do so with an old friend. With a shield if necessary, and an aide to cut through the water faster to return her to shore. 

Meg took a final deep breathe, and with all the conviction of a man stepping off the plank, waded in. 

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The water was warm. Meg gripped her board in a death grip, knuckles flushed white, as she let her feet float underneath.

The current had pushed the wooden board further out, but she could still reach the bottom if she straightened. For a moment, she let herself rest her cheek on the board. Feel the sway of the water surround her like a featherlight blanket, the gentle rocking of the board slow her heart from its jackhammering pace.

The water lifted her and Meg felt weightless.

Of course, everything had to go wrong then.

The redhead jolted upwards at the sound of frantic splashing, feet slamming against the sand as she braced herself, twisted her torso for the shore. She threw a desperate glance over her shoulder, ready for fins and sharp teeth, for webbed claws, for tentacles that wrap and wring. 

There was nothing. No Jaws style fin jutting out of the water. No suckers to entangle around her legs and yank her back. 

Meg’s heart slowed from where it’d tried to leap out of her chest. She shoved against the waves to keep wading back to shore. Another splash and she whirled around, holding her breathe as she craned her eyes and ears, scanned the peaceful horizon intently. 

Nothing. Just her.

She turned back, the prickle on the back of her neck shifting to needles jabbing into her spine. The shore was within reach, there was no need to stay any further in the water, she’d achieved what she came here for.

The redhead stilled suddenly, twisting back around to scan the water as an image of the morning flashed in her mind. The figure in the water- her heart thundered, eyes darting to each shift in the water- the dark spot of color against the blue- Meg’s heart crashed like the waves against the rocks as a head lurched above a wave, hands desperately paddling and gasping at water, before they went under again. 

Meg’s body knew the motions before she did. By the time she blinked, she was already crouched on the board, hands slamming against the water to paddle to the deep. She may be a coward, but she wouldn’t let someone drown. 

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The swimmer was further out than she’d expected, likely caught in a riptide and dragged deeper than they could manage. In drowning, panic is always quick to dart in and cloud the mind, give no rational thoughts other than STAY ALIVE and seize control of the body. 

Meg is ever grateful for her board, a floatation device for the swimmer to cling to without dragging her underneath as well. She can only hope a passerby on the shore can notice the situation from a distance, it’s not as if she has the chance to call for help. 

Meg’s faster to the person than she expects, her body on autopilot, limbs finding their familiar rhythm as she pushes them to points she hasn’t touched in weeks. 

She inhales the salty air and forces her mind to clear. There’s already one person panicking, it won’t help if she starts to too.

She can make out more of the swimmer’s features from the closer distance as they shove their head above water again, coughing up mouthfuls of water and grasping in her direction. 

A male, pale skin, dark hair, and piercing eyes that lock with her’s for a moment.

And then he’s gone.

She curses and lurches forwards, nearly diving off her board as he dips under again, hands splashing above his head. But even that's sinking quickly, and Meg worries if she’ll be able to reach him a moment later, see him in the persistent waves. 

Meg gives a final, powerful propel and dives her arm into the water, gripping her board securely with the opposite. 

She can see him! She grabs for him- to pull him up safely- and her hand drifts past, fingertips skirting his skin.

No!

The redhead slams her eyes shut, inhales, and forces her arm further in, head splashing into the water as she stretches as far as she can reach. She nearly wants to cry in relief when clammy, cold skin meets her palm, grasping onto it immediately and yanking upwards. 

Meg doesn’t release him until she slams his palm onto the board, feels him grip onto it and heave himself up higher. She gasps, heart threatening to give out from its adrenaline fueled dash. 

Her hands shake as she reaches upwards to wipe the water from her eyes, a mix of the nerves and exhaustion finally reeling their heads, her body pushed to limits it hasn’t even considered since the incident. 

A relieved smile peeks at her lips as Meg blinks, drawing her hands away. It’s alright though- it’s all alright! She’d managed! He’s fine and she-

Meg freezes, hands in midair as she stares down at the figure splayed on her board. The mer’s ear fins playfully splayed out as he rests his upper body on her board. 

Her breathes still completely, horror freezing her veins, skin suddenly cold as he reaches upward to grasp each wrist with terrifying claws, easily encircling each one. He pushes himself upwards with the help of his lower limbs, sharp teeth flashing in a wide grin as Meg feels something wrapping around her legs. 

The redhead doesn’t turn, doesn’t need to even glance to know exactly what’s winding up her ankles. 

The mer- the damned octopus mer with dark hair and darker scales and tangling tentacles- pushes himself up higher until he’s level with her. 

He gives a cheeky, excited grin as he chirps, ear flaps fluttering, soulless golden eyes drinking in every detail of her face. Meg doesn’t dare blink. 

He seems to find what he was looking for anyway as he tilts his head and lurches forward -too quick for her to even gasp- face pressed into her neck as tentacles lope around her back. They squeeze her closer to his frame, press her flush against him as a low rumble starts in his chest, a purr that shakes Meg’s bones. 

Meg trembles in place, held fast with his tight grip and ensnaring tentacles, weighed down by her own exhaustion. 

The ocean laps at her knees and nudges at her board like an eager dog, welcoming her home.

A/N: Danny had full intentions to eat Meg at first. But dw! He doesn't anymore :)

[meglinpancake]

If anything should happen to me, I want you to know- I’ve loved you since, ever since then

[dv21]

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

[rollie-pollie-ollie]

ppssst dbd players, meg has a msg for you

[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

[metalichotchoco]

Duck,dodge,run,roll

Do what you must to survive

I kept em about as model accurate as I could, once I get used to these goobers I’ll spruce them up more, as it goes lol. I really do like the idea for each of these characters, their dynamics and the lore they have though I wish the game had voicelines for everyone you know?

[sketchywheeze]

Dead by Daylight has a very neat cast of women