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I thought he was lol. There’s a clone called Helix in TCW, is there not? I always write him as the medic in my fics now lol because I just legit thought he was a designated medic because of your fic. (Hope you don’t mind that I do that. Not trying to steal your oc, just turning the canon Helix into a medic)

Helix

Lol okay out of curiosity, how many of you thought Helix were a canon character?

Cause I’ve learned at least five people thought it and that makes me kinda happy

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The lovely and generous @darthplodder commissioned me for this meditating Obi-Wan for a story she’s working on <3 This was a real challenge but a very welcome one, so I hope you all enjoy it. 

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you can only reblog this once

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When somebody says there’s only two genders

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Warm

Inspired by this quote from Hellblazer #34: “He’s like lighting looking for a tree… A knife seeking a wound… an old man looking for his death.” This is definitely meant to be heavy dubcon, but the story cuts off before it gets explicit.

Ray had imagined, vaguely, what it would be like to sleep with John Constantine. The thing about imagining though, was that his brain always found a way to cut out all of the less than stellar aspects. He’d figured there would be a certain amount of bravado. Confidence. Probably just enough of the casual detachment he showed to the team in general to make the encounter feel elicit and exciting.

His brain had never considered the unpleasant smell of gin and cigarettes mixing together. The way John was practically hanging off of his shirt. The dark, cold look in his eyes and the slight slur in his speech when he showed up at his door.

“Make me warm,” he said. Ray wondered how someone so drunk could feel cold. His blood was almost certainly rushing to his extremities, warming his skin. The red tinge to his face was evidence enough of that. His hand felt hot where he grabbed at his arm.

“Help me,” he said, when Ray took a step backwards and began to explain how blood distribution could make him feel warmer or colder than he really was. Ray felt the hands let go of him and watched John collapse onto the floor. “Sick as a dog. Have a lie down,” Ray could barely hear him muttering.

He rushed to the bathroom and wetted a washcloth—warm water, even though his gut had said cold and then he realized that he’d left John on the floor of his room. He paused on his way out to grab the man’s bathrobe in hopes of making up for that possible misstep. After all, nobody should have to stay in clothes that smelled like alcohol and sweat for any longer than they had to.

He was kneeling down, leaning in to dab John with the washcloth when a hand grabbed his wrist.

“That’s not what I need,” he said. Ray cleared his throat, unable to come up with a good response. Unable to even come up with any response at all and then John’s mouth was on his. The kiss managed to be dry and sloppy at the same time, a feat only attainable by someone drunk enough to have both poor motor control and extreme dehydration.

“John. No.” Ray pulled back, viscerally aware that everything about this situation was wrong. John was looking at him, hungry and sad, like a caged circus animal. “Don’t look at me like that.” John ignored him, staring straight past him so intensely that Ray felt a sudden urge to turn to see if someone was standing behind him. “It’s scaring me.”

“It’s scaring you?” John’s eyes snapped back to life, “You don’t have to live with it.” Ray felt the hand on his wrist loosen and travel along his arm. “You don’t have to live with it bloody inside you. It won’t die, Ray. It’s cold.” He leaned in again and this time Ray didn’t lean away. “Make me warm”

Thanks guys! Here’s a link to my story on AO3. Leave me kudos or a comment if you like it! If you don’t, let me know why! https://archiveofourown.org/works/17382065

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When you’re trying to catch a feebas

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@randomnessfangirl

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when u only know one lyric in a song so it plays in ur head like this

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I saw that you were taking fic suggestions maybe an angsty piece about John’s nightmares while he’s on the waverider?

Oof this one was tougher to write than I thought it’d be! I’m pretty happy with how it turned out though, even though it’s really short.

“Don’t even try it.” Zari looked right at Ray as she spoke, and he stopped in his tracks.

“Zari!” He smiled at her, glad to see someone else was awake. She didn’t smile back. “I was just, uh, getting a glass of water,” he said, switching tracks and walking towards the sink. There were cups in the cabinet just above it.

“Sure you were.” She was sitting at the table but there was nothing in front of her. The room smelled like coffee and Ray wondered if she’d had a cup. “You a light sleeper, then?”

“Yeah.” He let the water pour into his glass and turned off the faucet. “It’s kind of hard to ignore.”

“There’s nothing you can do about it.” Zari tapped her fingers on the table. Ray turned and leaned against the sink.

 “We could—“

“No, Ray,” she sighed. Her fingers stopped drumming as she slouched forward slightly over the table. There was a pause. “It’ll end on it’s own.”

“And then what?” Ray walked forward to join Zari at the table. “It’ll happen again later this week? Tomorrow?” Zari shot him a withered look.

“Yes. Yes Ray, that’s exactly what will happen.” She leaned forward further to rest her chin on her arms.

“I thought maybe I’d try waking him up.”  He ran his thumb up his glass, trying to appear nonchalant.

“I know you did,” Zari said, closing her eyes and sighing. “That’s why I stopped you.”

“It sounds like he’s in pain.” Ray tried to meet her eyes but they were still closed. He didn’t understand how she could just sit and do nothing.

“He is in pain.” Zari closed her eyes tight enough to make creases before opening them again. “And he’ll still be in pain if you wake him up,” she sighed. Ray must’ve made his sad face, because she reached a hand out to put on his arm. “He doesn’t want us to know.”

“We’re his team.” He was talking to Zari but looking at his glass. “We should be able to help him.”

“We can’t help him until he’s ready Ray. He’s still keeping all of us at a distance.”

“He told me not to get close to him or I’d get hurt.” Ray felt the need to do something with his hands, so he took a sip of his water.

“We can’t change his mind by forcing the issue.”

“We can try.” Ray shook his head slightly. “If he’s worried about us, we can show him he doesn’t have to be. We’ve all been in pain and we’ve all had the team there to help us. And what, we’re just going to leave him by himself?”

“It’s a dream, Ray. He may not even remember it.”

“May not remember what?” They both turned to see John leaning in the doorway. He was wearing his bathrobe and his eyes were tinged red.

“My, uh,” Ray started.

“His vintage chalice,” Zari finished.

“His vintage chalice?” John quirked his eyebrow up as he walked fully into the room.

“Ray was just telling me how much he wanted it back,” Zari explained, squeezing Ray’s arm, “and how Nate’s supposed to give it to him when we see him tomorrow.”

“You know we’re on a time ship, luv?” John made eye contact with Zari. “We can go get him a shiny new vintage chalice anytime we want, can’t we.”

“Wouldn’t be the same,” Ray shrugged. “There’s a story to go with this one.”

“Is there now?” John walked over to the counter. “I’d love to hear it sometime but for now I’m bloody knackered.

“There’s coffee.” Zari pointed to the coffee maker in front of him on the counter.

“Coffee at two in the morning?” He grabbed one of the mugs stacked against the wall and filled it to the brim. “Can’t have that, can we?” He took a sip.

“I’d never get back to sleep.”

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Coming up on Batman...

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LoT fans. Gimme a fic prompt

Preference goes to prompts with Constantine in them because he’s my guy, but I’ll write basically anything.

I just really wanna write something but the ideas aren’t flowing. Any characters. Any ship. No ship. Angst. Fluff. Preference to Constantine. Shoot.

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I am here for this

starcitysirens replied to your post: john and bruce gonna fuck in the batdick comic

oh please let them fuck. it’d make everyone so angry

people got so mad over half visible floppy dick imagine if that gets put to use

is that your utility belt or are you just happy to see me????

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reblog if girls

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Pokemon idea: Giant strips of grass that move and act like snakes. Ground/Grass. Name them ENVELAWN and CONSTRICTURF.

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This is my Friend, Basil

 by @psuedofolio 

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What if the tumblr staff made this update on purpose to see our funny posts about it