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The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss || John Constantine 1/5

@archaievist sent: 💋 (for John)

One of the perks of being the caster of a protection spell is that you know all the possible ways around it. If you choose to, you can even leave a backdoor, a crack in the magical walls tailored specifically to your person.

It's a little trick John has used so many times throughout the years that creating it has almost become muscle memory for him. He has gotten used to making himself the exception to most, if not all, of his charms and tricks. Experience has taught him, the hard way, that shielding someone from forces that include yourself is never the smartest choice.

Is it a breach of the trust put in him? Perhaps, since most people would claim it is. They'd also say that it's not fair, but Constantine has seen and been through enough to know for certain that life never is. To survive, you always have to watch your own back, even when you're prioritising watching someone else's.

It's not a matter of right or wrong, it's just practical.

He likes to think that Eliza would understand that reasoning, even if she'd probably be pissed with him anyway. But she doesn't know can't harm either of them, at least in this particular case, so the magician has all the intentions of keeping this loophole of his secret until he's forced to reveal it.

The house is dark, as it's to be expected considering the late hour. John takes a moment to notice how cozy it feels, even while it's wrapped in shadows. It's such a rare sight for him, almost foreign. In his experience, darkness is always filled with danger and monsters.

He moves as quietly as he can, managing not to bump into anything on his way to Eliza's bedroom. He doesn't want to wake her up, and not just because that would mean getting caught breaking into her place.

Things between them have remained a little tense, a little shaky, since that one troubled conversation they had. He has no will to add to the tension.

He knows that the easiest way to achieve that would be not to pay her secret, unexpected visits. Unfortunately, at the same time, he just can't make himself stay away.

His steps stop once he's standing next to the librarian's bed, blue eyes locking on her sleeping form. It awes him how peaceful she is in her slumber. It's a good thing, because it means that she's not haunted enough for it to reach her in the Dream despite her association with him.

He'd never forgive himself if he was the one to blame for her to stop looking so untroubled. So gorgeous.

Holding his breath, Constantine leans down and hovers above the mattress, hesitating for one more long moment before he fully bends down and places his lips on her forehead. The contact is light, the whisper of a caress, but it lingers, betraying thoughts and emotions he would never allow to touch his voice.

In that moment, the warmth of her skin is more intoxicating than any substance he has gotten high on, but he knows that he has no right to get more than a taste. He has no right to even just ask for more.

So, he forces himself to break away and briskly turns on his heels, leaving the room before he can do something he will regret. Something that might doom them both.

He doesn't stop until he's outside the front door, the chill air of the night biting onto his skin. He slows down as he walks the step of the porch and he ends up sitting on the last of them, fingers fishing out his pack of Silk Cut and lighting one up with practised ease.

Smoke fills his mouth, dripping along his throat, into his lungs, and he holds it there for as long as he can, until he's forced to blow it out. Slowly, the little cloud that leaves his lips rises and disperses on its way towards the sky.

Sooner or later they'll have to move on from the lull they have set between them, but not tonight. For now, he can still sit on her doorway and smoke the hours away, pretending that he still has a chance to bring something good into her life.

It's just a delusion and he knows it, but for this one night, he'll indulge in it.

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Drawing lesbian Vel cuz it’s confirmed💅

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My favorite little pocket Morti!

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When Morty had shown up to Marsha's cottage, he hadn't expected to be greeted by someone else. It was an unexpected visit, so there was no guarantee that his friend would have been home. However, he had, at most, anticipated to find the place empty, which would have been his clue to come back another time.

He knew that the princess had family, sisters, but he had never bumped into one of them. Until now, at least.

...Always assuming that his guess was correct and that this was one of Marsha's siblings. He couldn't think of anyone else who could have opened her door as if it was her own, but it was also true that, despite their friendship, he didn't know the princess that well just yet. She was a private person and he had always respected that.

"Uh..."

The sound lingered between them as he hesitated. He wasn't sure how he felt about this girl knowing about him when he had no real idea of who she was. And, especially, he was nervous to learn about what Marsha might have said about him.

"That's...Y-Yeah, that's me. Morty." Geez, he was sounding like an idiot. "An-And you are...?"

Should he ask? He wanted to, but at the same time he didn't. Maybe if he prompted her, he'd get to hear it without having to ask.

"An-And...Marsha talks about me? A-A lot? I mean, that's...I-It seems a bit much. U-Unless she talks a lot about all her friends? B-But I hope she said...you know...only good things?"

Cue to a nervous chuckle.

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John Constantine Hellblazer #12 - art by Aaron Campbell

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@c137sucks sent: “What?” Prime snapped, already halfway toward another disappearing act. “You want an expanding wardrobe too? New toys? Grandpa’s approval or something? Tick tock, kiddo. My generosity runs on a half-life here.” (for Sum Sum maybe? :3)

...Alright, who the fuck was this guy again?

Summer stared at the man, a deeply unimpressed look carved in her features. He was a version of her grandfather, obviously, even if he looked much younger than the few she had met so far.

If she had had any doubt, and she did not, the device he was holding was too similar to some personalised version of Rick's portal gun. Coupled with the many physical similarities, assuming that the stranger was someone else would have been dumb.

Even her Dad could have made the connection.

With that part of the matter quickly settled, she was left with addressing his sudden, unprompted spiel of offers. Did he seriously think she was that easy? It was insulting, she would have never let some random weirdo buy her with such cheap promises.

She would have if said stranger had been particularly charming or attractive, or if they had been someone whose approval and attention she craved, but that didn't matter. Neither thing applied to the current situation.

"I should be the one to say 'what'. Since you're, like, breaking in my house and going around like you owned the place," she argued back, crossing her arms over her chest. "I have all the rights to stare at you, Mr. Trespasser."

Her own Rick gave her enough bullshit to deal with already, she didn't need some other patronising asshole freely doing the same.

"You wanna know what I think?" He probably didn't, but it sucked to be him, because she was going to tell him anyway. "I think that you broke in to look for something and didn't find it, so now you're, like, using me as an excuse to convince yourself that you didn't totally waste your time."

Or something along those lines. If there was a constant when it came to her grandfather across the multiverse, it was the man's boundless ego. So, whatever he did was, one way or another, linked to that. It was a safe bet to assume that the version she was being faced with now was no exception to that rule.

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Marathoned all of this recently and then my uhhh hand slipped and stumbled down ten flights of stairs and got hit by a truck

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Vaggie, I was going down your asks and what's this I hear/read about you falling into bed with the Media demon? 🤨 My sweetling, did he purposely get you drunk so that he could *whispers* take advantage of you?

No one does that to my sweet lovely and gets away with it! *stands in front of her* Get behind me, my dear; I'll handle this. No one will EVER try to get you in such a vulnerable state like that again. I'll wring that edgelord's neck with his own wiring. Vox, come out here and let's discuss this, MAN TO MAN!

And Vaggie, I'm not mad at or blaming you at all - you've done nothing wrong, dear girl. I promise, I'll protect you and your honor, no matter the cost or stake!

VOX! GET OUT HERE! *cracks knuckles*

Unprompted asks || Always accepting !

At first, Vaggie finds that she's not sure of how she should react to all that. On one hand, the implications and the questions are utterly ridiculous, enough to make her want to dismiss all of it with one big eyeroll. On the other, though, she can't help wondering how someone has found about that after so much time.

For the stars, it's been over a year! And the continuity it has happened in isn't even active anymore. Talking about your past embarrassing mishaps coming back to haunt you whenever you're not expecting it...

"Alright, first of all, learn to read, because you obviously cannot. Otherwise you wouldn't be asking such absurd questions," she huffs, not even trying to hide her annoyance. "Secondly, I don't need anyone to 'handle' things for me. I'm more than capable of doing it myself."

She's literally a walking weapon, created for the sole purpose of committing mass murder, to cry out loud. She is a soldier, a killer. She isn't and will never be some helpless damsel in distress.

"That said, when you learn to read, you'll see that it all happened in a universe where that version of Vox and I were unwilling friends." Close friends, even, despite the fact that their association had started almost by mistake. "I'm pretty sure a lot of people have dozed off in the same bed with their friends after a night spent sharing their woes over too many drinks."

She can't say that it has happened to her outside that continuity, but in her backstory it was a common thing for her, Adam and Lute to celebrate an Extermination a little too hard, which led to the three of them passing out together on the same surface.

"So how about you fuck off and stop trying to make a perfectly normal," well, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but still, "situation weird?"

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There's so many versions of Rick running around these days. Which wouldn't be news, if not from the fact that they are all versions of the same few variants of Rick. His own (C-137), the one from his original dimension, the creepy one with the scarred lips...and now even memory versions?

Geez.

It's getting confusing as fuck, to say the least.

....But since being confused would seem lame, he has decided to be pissy about it.

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the urge to put myself in dangerous situations just to feel something

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The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss || Morty 3/5

@shctupmeg sent: 💋 for Morty

Morty would have never admitted it, but he had spent several minutes stalling before he had finally made him his mind. Meg wasn't expecting him that day, but he knew that he would have found her home for sure, just as he was certain that his visit would have been a welcome surprise.

All that considered, he had no reason to fear that things might get awkward or uncomfortable. And he wasn't concerned about it, either. The roots of his hesitation lied elsewhere.

The boy's finger twitched uneasily around the handle of the portal gun and he glanced down at himself for the umpteenth time, to make sure that he was somewhat presentable. The last adventure had been...rough, to say the least, and the aftermath had been even worse, but he didn't want Meg to know and worry.

For that reason, had showered thoroughly, using perhaps more soap than it was strictly necessary, to be absolutely sure to have washed away all the grime and the blood. He had put on freshly washed clothes, to add to the impression of normalcy and cleanness and applied band-aids over the cuts hidden under the cloth, so that they wouldn't stain it if they had started to bleed again.

Unfortunately, there was little he could do about the dark circles under his eyes and bruises on his wrists, even if he had opted to cover them with bandages, so that he could have lied about how bad they were.

Still, what concerned him the most was that he would have failed to hide his real state of mind. Meg was smart and she was good at reading people. And while Morty could be an excellent actor when he tried hard enough, he doubted that he could have kept on a convincing act with how bone-deep exhausted he was.

However, he couldn't just stay there, in his house, around his family. Around Rick. He needed to go somewhere he could feel...if not good, at least better and his girlfriend always managed to help his moods, no matter how rotten they were.

He just had to hope that she would have taken the hint and not asked.

Sucking in a slow breath through his nose, Morty opened a portal to the girl's room and stepped through it before he couldn't change his mind. As he had anticipated, Meg was at her desk, working on one of her projects. Just seeing her focused expression made him feel like he could breathe more easily and that told him that, in spite of everything, he had made the right choice.

"Uh, hey, I-I just..." He started as he made a beeline for her.

Instead of finishing the sentence, he took advantage of the opening she accidentally offered when she turned her head to look up at him and bent down to press his mouth against hers.

He had meant for the kiss to be light and chaste, but the ugly feelings coiling inside his chest took over and he kissed her hard and wet, as if craving for more, hands clutching at her arms as if he had been afraid that she would have disappeared.

Of course, the moment he realised what he was doing, he hastily broke away, letting go and clearing his throat awkwardly. His eyes avoided hers, awkward and guilty.

"...Hi," he muttered after a long moment of silence, hugging his own middle. "J-Just...Can I stay for a while? Ignore me, I-I...don't want to bother you. B-But I'd like to...you know. W-Watch you work and stuff."

So much for being subtle and holding his shit together.

Without waiting for an answer, he sat down on Meg's bed, trying his best to relax in his new spot. He owed her an explanation and he would have given it to her...another day. For now, the quiet closeness and company was all he wanted and needed.