#demon meg

[italwayshadtobeyou]

#spn #spnedit #supernatural #supernaturaledit #jaredpadaleckiedit #demon meg #meg demon #meg!sam #sam winchester #variations on sam winchester #gif warning #mine #season 2

[cleopatra33bc-blog]

#supernatural #demon meg #spn fanart #spn

[wickedwitchofthesouth]

Can't stop thinking about how happy cass got when he thought it was Meg who he saw in the empty and then they way his smile instantly drops when it was actually just the empty wearing her face

#my loves #they were so adorable #angel thats a little bad and demon thats a little good #demon meg #castiel #megstiel #supernatural #they were my first spn ship #justice for the pizza man

[lillysilverus]

How anybody who watches “Goodbye Stranger” and thinks that Castiel has a romantic interest in Dean rather than Meg is beyond my comprehension. And what a missed opportunity for some real insight from Castiel into Sam about being attracted to a demonic being and maybe a little discussion or understanding.  

#Sam Winchester #Castiel #Goodbye Stranger #spn 8x17 #so many missed chances #Megstiel #demon Meg

[misplaced-faith]

RIP Nicki Aycox. D: The original Meg Masters. The demon with my name. I luved her. She’s with the Angels now.

#supernatural #Meg Masters #Demon Meg #Nicki Aycox #RIP #sass & crack

[1337wtfomgbbq]

Can I ask: What was Meg's endgame in 2x14?

Was it just revenge? Cause we know she was working on her daddy's orders in season 1. Didn't she know about the special children? Didn't she know what Azazel's plan was? Wasn't she privy to it? Did revenge for sending her back to hell trump everything else?

Did she get back to hell and was chewed out by daddy Azazel for messing with his boy king plans?

Or did she learn about the boy king plans and that was her throwing a tantrum?

#as Azazel was taking a break from torturing John😅 #demon meg #meg 1.0 #supernatural #spn season 2 #sam winchester #azazel #yellow eyed demon

[mamalaw1021]

Nicki Aycox, the original actress who played the demon Meg Masters on Supernatural, passed away on November 16th, 2022.

#supernatural #spn #nicki aycox #meg masters #demon meg #tw celebrity death #tw death

[autisticandroids]

FAMINE: That's one deep, dark nothing you've got there, Dean.

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dean and his father. dean and his family. dean and how bad it is.

(via @closetoyou1970)

#spn #vid #mind the warnings on this one for real #woe! fruit of my rewatch be upon ye. #pallas calls this my 'deangirl coming out vid' which honestly. true. but those who paid attention know i've always been a deangirl. #also. after this no more deanwinchester rilo kiley amvs I Pwomise #anyway. i'm not gonna give a full commentary here but a big reason why i chose this song is that the narrator #is essentially dismissing her own problems and instead watching the problems of someone else #and i kind of wanted to play with that theme. this is the parallels show so let's do some parallels. lots of things happen to characters #that are Like Dean somehow. either in personality or circumstance. that we know or can infer happen to him. but we don't see it bc it's #not sayable. not speakable. so like for an easy one. we see meg being tortured in caged heat. she also talks about apprenticing under #alastair just like dean. so i show her being tortured [in a way that is sexualized and demon-specific] and reacting how she does #because i invite the audience to imagine or interpret that this has also happened to dean at some point. we just don't see it #so there are many dean parallels in this video. some obvious. some subtle but textual. some products of my twisted mind. but that's the way #i am using them to make my argument. #oh also: dean voice sam's eyes going black is JUST like when he used to fight with dad and wouldn't listen to me when i told him not to. #i guess also the point is that because it's unsayable. dean can't say it. dean can't even acknowledge it. and so it bleeds through #into everything in his life #that's why it's important that the song narrator doesn't take her own problems seriously. dean doesn't either.

[italwayshadtobeyou]

#spn #spnedit #supernatural #supernaturaledit #sam winchester #demon meg #variations on sam winchester #jaredpadaleckiedit #gif warning #mine #season 2

[kerryweaverlesbian]

"Hell is Hell for demons too Dean. A prison of flesh and blood and bone. And you sent me back there."

Literally Meg is SO compelling to me. The concept of demons in this show is soooo so miserably sad.

Someone makes a little deal in a moment of weakness and they have one hundred thousand million years of torment for it. They're twisted around by pain. And they will never get untwisted. It's live with the guilt of all they've been made to do or die. And die and die and die.

Meg has ONE guy trust her while he's unwell and she's making moves to try and get out of the game. Crowley has ONE summer of love and he's desperate to regrow a soul. They have no friends. They have no chances. It's Hell for them too.

#meg supernatural #spn liveblog #she gives me SO many brainworms. #watch this space for my demon fic btw. ruby/meg/ava. in like. probably 9 months or something with the rate it's going shfhshf

[universalcas]

Day 8: Satanic Panic

(inspired by this movie poster)

#suptober23 #endvverse-stuff #supernatural #spnedit #spngraphic #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #meg masters #rowena mcleod #crowley #demon dean

[boykingofhellsam]

I refuse to believe Sam doesnt have a demon fanclub.

Like imagine a small group of demons fangirlimg over the boyking of hell. Jealous that meg possessed him and that ruby is a demon sam trusts. Like imagine them trying to find sam and they make it a competion on how many times they can get exorcised by sam -it stops when they starting using the knife.

#imagine demons being like “i was exorcised by sam 3 times!” #meg: “yeah but i possessed him.” #“for like a day so what” #“closer than what you got” #then ruby: “i fucked him” #dead silence from all the demons #spn #sam winchester #boy king of hell sam winchester

[hermywolf]

ruby, lilith and meg, some of the main demons in spn, embodying absolute and unshakeable faith, while most if not all of our main angelic characters, cas, anna, uriel, are all defined by doubt. it still fucks

#'your god may be a deadbeat but mine. mine walks the earth' vs 'there is no will. no wrath. no god' #angels #demons #meg masters #ruby #lilith #anna milton #castiel #uriel #hermy posts #spn

[blitzy-blitzwing]

The Warlord.

#check it out I made art of demon Megs #😃😃 #his scales are hard af #my artwork #Hazformers #Megatron #I tried to draw swords #hehe

[feyhunter78]

Among the Sun Ch 18

Description: You allow Miguel to sleep beside you, but he does not sleep well.

Also, everyone check out the fanart of ATS!Miguel drawn by the amazing @smokeywhalee!!!!!! Ch 19

Miguel watches your silhouette dance behind the paper-thin privacy screen, the folded wooden structure, its uppermost edges decorated with your clothes both from earlier in the day and those you will sleep in. Your graceful hand reaches up, tugging your nightshift down, the candles dimly lighting the room casting shadows across the floor, distracting him momentarily. It allows you enough time to emerge from behind the screen, clad in a soft pink, your hair loose about your shoulders, skin fresh and clean from the bath.

Miguel pulls the thick duvet over his lap, biting the inside of his cheek to will his cock to soften, focusing on the pain as he attempts to banish all lustful thoughts from his mind.

“Are you well? You seem pained.” You say, the bed dipping ever so slightly when you slip into the space beside him.

“Yes.” It’s almost a grunt, the strained sound the escapes him when your hand rests on his bicep, concern radiating from every inch of your being.

“You did not lie to me, did you, Miguel? You must tell me if you are in pain.” You insist, your grip tightening, fingers so small and delicate compared to the muscles of his arm, not even able to wrap around half the circumference of his arm.

He is in pain, but it is not the pain you speak of. It is the pain that comes from deep desire. The hunger of a starved captive finally presented with food, of a wild beast pouncing upon its long hunted prey, of a man returning from war to find his wife in bed, ready and waiting for him.

Miguel could lie to you. He could cage your body with his own, beg you to take mercy on him, allow him to sink within your folds blabbering some nonsense of how your warmth is the cure for his aliments, but he will not. He promised that nothing untoward would occur.

“I am not in pain.” He tells you, laying down on your silken sheets, leaving a respectable distance between you and him.

You do the same, turning to face him, sleep already tugging at your eyelids, and settling over your form. “That is good, then.”

For a moment he is ten and six again, laying in the sand, your hand in his as he whispers his secrets to your sleeping form.

“I must enter the games, y/n, mother says I have no choice, it was her dying wish.”

You did not stir; your breathing is soft and even. The sound and the quiet crashing of the waves made his eyes grow heavy.

“I fear for my life, I am strong, a skilled fighter, but I have no title, no name, no patrons, or allies. I will be despised, for I am the emperor’s bastard. But Mamá claims the throne is rightfully mine. I must believe her…right?” He brushed his hand down the curve of your cheek, eyes drinking in every minuscule detail, attempting to memorize your face.

In your unconscious state, you leaned into his touch, shifting closer to his warmth.

“If I do not dream of you during the games, and you do not dream of me, will you forget my face, my voice, my touch? I shall never be able to banish your visage, your very being, from my mind y/n, but I fear I will be stolen from your waking memories.” He whispered, heart heavy with grief and fear. “You must remember me, I will win the games and I will claim you as my prize, my wife, all I ask is you remember me.”

Your eyes fluttered open; brows furrowed with confusion. “Miguel, why are you not asleep?”

He smiled at you, dragged you through the sand until your body was pressed to his. “How can I sleep when such a beauty lies before me? I do not wish to miss a single moment with you.”

You smiled bashfully up at him. “You have such a way with words, I never know what to say.”

“Say only that you love me, it fells me swifter than any arrow or blade.”

“I love you.” You said easily, the words rolling off your tongue with such sweet simplicity that he feared he might melt into the sand.

“And I you.” He replied, pressing his lips to yours gently, the taste of sea salt in your kiss. The scent of ocean air gently drifting around you.

You pulled back, and your smile began to fade, replaced by a confused then pained expression as you sat up, hand going to your abdomen. It came away bloody, trembling, then you opened your mouth, and a horrid scream was unleashed from deep within you. You screamed as your skin blackened, burning, charring, your veins turning to rivers of molten fire, and above you stood Kron, a wicked smile on his face, his eyes glinting in the cold moonlight.

“Move, you worthless whore.” He snarled, kicking your still convulsing body to the side, a dagger dripping with poison clutched in his hand.

Miguel scrambled over to you, dragged you into his lap and cradled your head, his own bent low. “No, no, y/n, mi vida, please, please, open your eyes. Do not leave me, please, please y/n…”

“Did I not tell you I would kill everyone you loved? Though I had my doubts, a half-breed mutt such as yourself could even feel love. Perhaps lust is similar enough for your twisted soul? No matter, soon you will join her, and that wretched creature you call mother in the pits of Hades.” Kron laughed, raising his dagger high, a maniacal gleam in his eyes.

Miguel lunged, rage and grief surging through him, fangs bared. He wrested the dagger from Kron’s hand, blinking sand from his eyes and brought it down into Kron’s chest, over and over, and over again, until he had gone silent. Then he cast it aside and crawled back to you, draping his body over your own, and wept bitterly, praying the tide would rush in and consume him.

Miguel sat up with a start, the scent of blood in his nose, his hand reaching out for you. Your side was empty, sheets cold, duvet pulled up as if you had never been there at all. Panic seizes him, wraps around his lungs and up to his heart, squeezing until he fears he will drop dead.

“Y/N.” He calls into the darkness of your room, only silence echoing back at him.

His mind racing, he throws back the duvet and dons a robe, tying it tightly, and he scans the room, searching for you. Had it all been a dream? Was he truly alone, unable to find you? Or had you been taken from him?

Miguel pulls back the duvet on your side of the bed, cold fear shooting down his spine when he finds blood. He wastes no time rushing out of your chambers, if someone had taken you surely Gabi was next, if they did not have her already.

His footsteps make little sound in the hall, but the sound you make when he collides with you echoes off the marble.

“Miguel? Why are you not asleep?” You ask, startled, but laughing slightly at your fear once you recognize him.

He nearly falls to his knees before you, wrapping you in his embrace, hands anchoring themselves in your nightshift. “My y/n, I—you were not in bed, and there was blood.”

“My apologies, I left to ask one of the servants to come and change the sheets in the morning, my moon blood arrived while I slept.” You say, embarrassment coloring your tone.

The fear slowly drains from him, and he releases you, taking your hand in his as he leads you back to your chambers.

“I did not mean to give you such a fright.” You say, a half step behind him.

“You did not.” He lies, blatantly, not wanting you to think him weak.

“Your hands are shaking.” You say softly, your thumb brushing over the back of his hand.

They are, and he curses himself for it, going to pull his hand from yours.

You catch it, and fall in synch with his steps, holding it to your chest, so he can feel your steady heartbeat. “Do you wish to speak of it?”

He shakes his head. “No, it is better left in the shadows.”

You hum a note of disagreement but relent, and soon you are tucked into his side, hand resting on his chest, duvet pulled up, covering you both.

Miguel will not sleep; he will not close his eyes until the morning sun peeks through your lacy curtains. He will wait and watch, Kron is dead, he knows this, but sleep will not return to him this night, and he does not find fault with that.

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#meg's writing #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #half demon!miguel #emperor!miguel #princess!reader #among the sun #ats #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n

[homoangel]

team free will demon fucker

#6x10 spn #castiel #megstiel #spn textpost #spn text post #angelrot #meg masters #team demon fucker