#crowmeg

TW: A lot of gore, a lot of a lot of gore, a lot of a lot of A LOT OF A LOT OF GORE

Ft OCs but mostly self shipping cringe

SO WHAT AM I DOING HERE?

Drawing:

DC(Mainly Riddler and Scarecrow variants I'm VERY NORMAL ABOUT THEM I SWEAR)

Variants/art of myself

Self shipping cringe (Mainly with my 2 fav Riddler variants 2004 and YJ)

Spidersona ig

OCs(but that's hella rare)

Pokemon(mainly Wooper evolution line)

Maaaaaayyyybe Genshin Impact (also hella rare)

Gore

ANGST

Sh*tposts

Transformers

The Bad Batch

501st Legion

Writing Sh*t

Dreams

Probably just stuff happening in the moment

OC/variant info dumps

Self shipping cringe scenarios

Angst

Sh*tpost scenarios

MAYBE actual stories here???

Also asks are open rn

NV Jonathan Crane/Salecrow: You're staring an uncomfortable amount

Me: Sorry

Bruh I fell off when I drew the second one last night 💀

Also YES I FOUND CROWMEG ART THAT SEEMS DECENT FOR TUMBLR TO SEE

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

Damn it.

Meg would have preferred a traditional torture session filled with old-fashioned agony. Such as having her teeth extracted one by one, or being dunked in blistering hot oil. Anything was preferable to this.

She could even smell the liquor, expensive scotch to be precise, on his breath as he continued to relentlessly drive into her.

"Even this is beneath you," she snarled in his face.

The bastard quirked a smile. "I don't feel that I have to remind you who's beneath who, darling. You brought this on yourself."

She tried to block out the jeers of the onlookers. Of course, he had to turn her into a public spectacle for all of his cronies. Although, it wasn't a surprise for her: all demons were voyeurs were after all. There were times when Meg was truly disgusted with her race.

"Finished yet, little boy?" She tried to maintain her bored demeanor and wasn't sure if she was quite succeeding.

Crowley's teeth resembled flashing daggers. "Not by a long shot, princess."

His ego was nearly as overpowering as the pudgy body of his vessel and just as heavy.

Meg knew that the two of them resembled a pair of writhing snakes on the hard ground. And, somewhere, in the midst of their slow undulations; there was a sudden twinge of treacherous pleasure. Meg could feel a scarlet flush creep across her face as an involuntary cry escaped her lips.