#@thedemonconstantine

[adventurepunks]

Harsh new dawn

with @thedemonconstantine

"It seems to me you stand on the precipice of a new dawn. May it be harsh on your enemies and tender to your allies"

It had been six weeks since she last seen or spoken to him, he was adjusting to his duties well, taken well to his teachings and yet even in their distance Talia could not help but to see herself in every message she received of him.

He never smiled, he never found joy in things, singularly focused on his achievements and his rise within the ranks, already outperforming whatever could pass as a peer in the League.

If he indeed was much like her he'd read her greeting for exactly what it was, an acknowledgement that she was proud of his achievements so far.

"Servants have brought that beautiful tapestry you weaved. Although might I say your needlework still leaves room for improvement" She taught him to weave eons ago, or maybe it was months ago. One loses perspective of time when one thinks of the centuries.

It was April, it's November now.

Her hand extended not in greeting but in guiding Tim towards the sniper riffle aiming at the beach front.

There was a boy sat there that wore glasses with piercing blue eyes and a barn owl hidden in his hoodie drinking hot chocolate speaking to a woman with silken long black hair and sun kissed skin. The likeness was uncanny, a boy cosmetically altered to pass as Tim even from up close until it was too late. Hence Monaco, a place where the wealthy and shady thrived and one where none of these men belonged or would find easy ally.

It was to send a message. That she knew. That she knew and she was watching. An obvious trap that would send them scurrying right into the next and prove they were running a maze run of her design.

"I regret to inform you that you have proven to be more valuable than anticipated. The Man in White has burned through our Crete safe house, wherever I send you he is mere breaths away from striking. I must take measures and not leave you in the hands of lessers anymore-"

"You are to be a lure- and the viper that strikes from the shadow all at once. " E might not take this bait but eventually he would show up again and Talia this time would be prepared.

"Four males, two of which evade their likeness captured via conventional means. Rumor spreads among the ranks that you are tailed by a phantasm come to haunt you" she smirked almost amused. "It appears dead men do tell tales when inclined to find information of you"

Talia handed Tim a business card for a detective agency with a distinct eye with a Rose as an Iris and a surprisingly thin folder of the four men and knowledge of them.

[imxthexhandler]

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@quiveringdeer : Nat is a very talented writer, and they have introduced me to different horror movies. Even though I am not a fan of Attack on Titan (nothing wrong with it, just the premise never grabbed my attention), I really enjoy reading her headcanons and ficlets about characters

@adventurepunks : Love this one so much. If anyone likes stuff from Amelia's DC Argus verse, you really have this one to thank. Between the adventures with Zee and Amelia or her romance with Roy. Although he is one of my favorite DC boys of all time, I never expected to ship him with Amelia--or that I would ship these two so dang hard. Not only are they so patient with me for replies, always willing to go along with any of my crazy ideas, they always check up on me, and they are just a sweetheart.

@thedemonconstantine : This person, right here, is an INCREDIBLE artist! Seriously, you need to check out their artwork. I don't know this mun too much OOC, so I don't know if their IRL job involves art, but I hope it does, because again, their talents are incredible. I'm often a spy on their John/Nick threads with @adventurepunks; I can't help it. It may not be my preferred ship for Constantine, but GAWD, their threads are SO GOOD! 10/10 def. recommend!

@blizzardmuses : Bea is just such a sweetheart and always indulges me with whatever crazy idea I throw at them. They are a very talented writer, and I'm always happy when I get to write with them or read their threads. If you're a Starfire or Red Hood fan, then most definitely I recommend following this one 10/10.

@audaxbellator : Oh, wow, Bethany, how long have we been partners?? Seems like it’s been forever, ever since I created Amelia. You’ve always been so kind and so sweet to me, thank you. Steve and Amelia are just perfect for each other, and I always get excited to write with you. Thank you for not only being a friend to me but for being a writing partner.

[adventurepunks]

The tribute of baked good accepted with politeness traded for the cup of real coffee and conversation proceeded fast onto the topics of the day and of course no real parental conversation could stay away from discussing their offspring and their mutual obsession for one another, their house life consistently occupied by chatter. She would dread the bill had she been the type to dread about budgets.

Budgets were meant to budge.

Irritation would replace civility on her face when the bird invaded her home and refused to shoo back out the window instead going straight for her husband's location earning an admonishment, whether it was intended towards the bird or towards her husband was the guess of the air in between, both were guilty for ruining her mood.

It was what greeted him as his calls were answered, her displeasure followed by a kiss on his forehead and a cup of coffee to his hand, large slice of lemon loaf and today's indiscretion pardoned in return for his earlier humble kindness.

Laughter and mischief in a school the 10 year old felt a stranger in. She fast rose to lead a pack of girls much like jackals . The blame for her racketeering ring would be placed to negligent teachers and a stern reminder off mrs Constantine that she paid a heavy sum to school her precious daughter in their institution, they best not bother her again with their failures or be met with lengthy legal prosecution for their breech in agreement, bill letters opened and anonymous letter now opened after inspection by the flame for powder, lacking anthrax now deemed same to open...

One does not pay over 10 grand a school year to receive such trivial phone calls.

Alexis won, Alexis would always win because she simply was too troublesome to not win, a girl full of determination and pure spite.

John crawls into bed and drags his wife's hand along. He receives her blessings with a murmur or three into the pillow. The sun is up but he does not care. He falls easily into the Dreaming.

The doorbell rings twice to announce Chas as Talia works on her laptop. He comes bearing gifts of freshly baked goods, a lemon loaf and a whole shepherd's pie for in case of a busy day, everyone in the Constantine household will be fed.

He spends a moment with Talia discussing latest car mods over a cup of coffee and then the next exchanging gossip about their daughters. Chas apologises for Nix hogging the house line with Alexis. He checks his watch, sneaks a glance towards the closed master bedroom door and decides it's time to return to Cafe Chat.

The mailman arrives with letters from all over. One is for Alexis, two are bills and the last for Talia though the sender is unknown.

The phone rings and it is the school teacher asking for Talia. Alexis is in the principal's office again.

A raven flits in from the open kitchen window and hops across the living room to tap on the master bedroom door with its beak. It caws and taps, and caws and taps until the door opens.

John squints and complains and kicks the raven away. The bird hops out of reach and escapes through the living room windows. He scratches his belly and looks around for his wife and calls out to her. The mail on the table distracts him for a moment, then he shuffles to the kitchen to make a hot cup of tea.

The raven returns hopping onto the window ledge of the living room. It caws once and flies off.

John makes a face and calls for his wife again.

[thecursedhellblazer-arc]

[OOC] Hello, folks! As it turns out, I'm not dead 😅 I apologise for disappearing, I just haven't been on the account this side blog is linked to in ages. My inspiration has been on my cartoon blog and it still is, so that's where I RP these days.

However, I've been missing writing John, so I decided to move his sideblog over to my other RP account, so that I can get the chance to write him again. So, from now on, I'll be following back as @countlessrealities (I'll edit my rules & info when I get on laptop).

Tagging the RP partners and friends who stuck with me (so you guys know who I am): @thedemonconstantine / @adventurepunks / @defyxoblivion / @lostxndbroken

[syazgotham]

Happy Xmas! @thedemonconstantine

[lostxndbroken]

🌈💖✨Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 😎💜💚💙🩷

Thank you so much, love! You are one of the nicest people I know as well~ I love you dearly!

And now the 12 people I want to tag! I do it this way because I'm a bit lazy, but also want to avoid inbox spam (I got another one!)

@pyramultimuse @thefvrious @goldentemplariumcrow @goodheartedfool @adsagsona @without-an-alibi @adventures-written @adventurepunks @thedemonconstantine @xxxlovedandlostxxx @luposcainus

I adore you guys and love your writing~ Some I miss dearly.

[theaxquccn]

New leaf

@thedemonconstantine for that thing we semi plotted of them beckoming friends again because someone has to watch out for you bro!

“Of all the cities, of all the countries in the world and trouble has to walk into mine”

She had left Star city, packed up her memories, packed up Tim figuratively and off they went to Seattle to start a new life. The teen was safer on the move and thus they would move every six months or so.

Her arrow lowers and returns to her quiver as she ran up to John to throw herself into his arms and hug him. John was a bad omen, he tended to wander where he was needed. “You’re a long way from London guv- come on I’ll get you a drink you can tell me all about how life has treated you”

In a blink of an eye almost her compound bow had been folded into the pouch she kept in her pocket..someone had made that bag fit more than a normal bag.

“Unless if you’re being followed by creepy gooey things and then I’m bailing dude-”

[blizzardmuses]

@thedemonconstantine​ // dinah starter call // for that plot on IM

The perp you apprehended the other month we finally got him.

“Which one? Bullet Ben?” slimy bastard kept escaping custody.

No the British one that wrecked Dave’s car.

Technically a crash wrecked Davie’s car but that was neither here nor there.

Bastard was pissing against SG McCreedy’s car. The boys had to rough him up pretty well for that.

“Hm.” Last time Dinah saw him he was in rehab and looking like he would not be spending long in rehab.

“Let me have a word with him then. He did steal my bike”

Dinah you know I can’t.

“We both know you will play hard to get and then let me talk to him anyway”

Ten minutes.

“Keep telling yourself that”

She walked and grabbed the foldable chair the one they gave to lawyers and priests while scumbags waited for a trial.  Prisons were overcrowded, it was cheaper and easier to keep him in hold up until then.

And wow they really had fucked John up. Which bruises came from the arresting officers and which had been there from before as some looked old and fading. Only lawyers and priests would come past that locked gate. It made them more hopeless to never see a friendly face part from the ones the law stipulated they weren’t allowed to refuse.

“I don’t think Gotham suits you kid.”

[lantern-2814-1]

The Course of Fate

( @thedemonconstantine )

Khalid Nassour was an ordinary boy with an extraordinary destiny. Ever since he’d gotten the Helmet of Fate from a statue of all things, he’d been having some... strange dreams.

Tonight was no different.

Sometimes they were lucid, sometimes they were only realized to be dreams after he woke up. Nothing was consistent in a way he could understand. Right now, it felt like he was waking up. Except, he was really dreaming.

It felt like it was morning. Was it morning? No one really remembered falling asleep, but he didn’t even really remember going to bed. Even so, Khalid got up and rummaged through his closet.

Empty.

That was weird. Did his mom do his laundry on accident again? Did he forget to take it out of the wash? Shit. That meant he would be late for class!

Yet when he looked at the calendar, it didn’t seem right...

[thegreenxrcher]

What if DJohn never frees Caligo cos he too funny yo?

*Covers Caligo’s ears* I know DJohn will most likely never let Caligo go and for fuck sake - I don’t care. Let him be his little slave forever.

“WHAT THE FUCK WOMAN! I heard that! He’s an annoying son of a bitch and I will get my freedom back one day...”

He didn’t hear anything... I swear! No, he won’t...

[adventurepunks]

@thedemonconstantine //cont.

"Quit your flirting" Nick basically pulled John along and even then John managed to snag a drink,not that the youth was flirting but because Nick just felt like telling him off. John's friendliness often made that goblin that ran his brain start scheming and he would not be allowing for that tonight.

"Yes, I hate to agree with our John but that is enough of peering young man. Nights like these are made for trivial games and shrinking our brains with legal poison" Nick clinked his glass against John's at the same time as Zatanna broke on the pool table, the sounds nearly a perfect reverb of each other.

"Even your energy is chaos incarnate what a surprise. I am gasping...on the inside" Sarcasm whispered to John with a nudge of his elbow, about as familiar as Nick ever got. But he too started to relax.

"Do give our guest a chance Zatanna dear." he mused as Zatanna claimed red with her breaking and two of them at that.

"What would my teacher say if I don't give it my best?" she laughed so light heartedly with a beaming smile that lit up her eyes. "And besides, I am pretty sure our guest would be offended if I was taking it easy on him, dear. Don't you like a challenge?" she asked Ash ever so sweetly for of course he had to be dragged into the banter.

Try it, it's real Limoncello the barkeep brought them a tray of four shot of said liqueur as he did to some other patrons he found favorable.

"I'll have Ash's shot" Zee declared but done so too late Nick had drank it and just shrugged.

"Good shot" Zatanna praised Ash as she walked around the table to line her next shot.

"Scuse me" she waited for John to get out of her ding dong waaaaay!

Tiny dive bars, space was a premium.

[imxthexhandler]

𝚄𝙽𝚄𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂

SPICE: Cinnamon.

WEATHER: Sunny with light clouds.

PRIMARY COLOUR: Blue (Specifically Navy Blue or Ice Blue).

COLOUR OF THE SKY: Pale blue-grey.

MAGICAL POWER: Healing of illnesses and injury by touch.

SHOE: Dr. Scholls Headstart Combat Boots (Womens)- Black, size 10.

HOUSEPLANT: Rosemary.

BLADE WEAPON: Rapier.

SCHOOL SUBJECT: History.

SOCIAL MEDIA: Instagram.

MAKEUP PRODUCT: Chapstick.

CANDY: Twizzlers- Cherry.

TANGIBLE FEAR: Thanatophobia (fear of losing someone you love).

ICE CUBE SHAPE: Sphere.

METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: Flying (by plane or quintjet).

ART STYLE: Art Nouveau.

HISTORICAL PERIOD: 1940′s/early-2010′s.

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Tutelary.

PIECE OF STATIONARY: Leather-bound journals and pens.

THREE EMOJIS: 😰😤💙

CELESTIAL BODY: Constellation- Scutum.

Stolen from: @born-to-be-mischievous. Tagging: @mcltitcdes for Marc and Mika (YES! I SAID BOTH!); @quiveringdeer for your favorite slasher; @adventurepunks for Zatanna; @blizzardmuses for Barbara; @spinxeret; @leschanceux for Dick; @bokketo for Nat; @ablackwidowsbite for Wanda; @fasterthanmydemons; @thedemonconstantine for Timmy; @infinitelycomplexpuzzles for Kara; @agentjjkelly; @agentsterling; and @wetheresilientfew for Cillian.

[dont-be-alarmed]

Did he not understand that what Stephen had done wasn't out of politeness? Or was he just annoying him on purpose? zipping him back to the exit was rather a clear enough clue that he wasn't welcomed here. What did he not understand? Stephen rolled his eyes. Either way, he couldn't imagine spending more time with this John than he already did. He wanted to get rid of him as fast as he could.

What the- Stephen thought as he noticed the book John just stole. Oh, he better did not...

Before John could even try to move, Stephen used a golden whip to snap Darkhold away from him. Did the whip hit John a little bit in the process? Oh well... It wasn't on purpose. The book landed in the sorcerer's hands, where it belonged.

"You lack of manners, so let me teach you some. First of all, no smoking allowed." Stephen snapped his fingers and the cigarette disappeared from John's mouth. "Second of all... No stealing."

Stephen tried, he really tried to stay calm.

"Who the hell do you think you are, coming here like you're the most wanted quest and trying to steal the book so presumptuously?"

dont-be-alarmed​:

Stephen didn’t even blink as he threw the man’s boots outside as soon as he invited himself in.

Stephen was still very confused, but also cautious. He observed the man’s behavior keeping the safe distance, ready to react anytime. You never know when an enemy turns out to be a shapeshifter or a madman.

The man looked and behaved frantic, weird… walking here like he was home. Stephen didn’t like it at all. It was like what? Ten seconds since he saw this guy and he already annoyed the fuck out of him.

Stephen didn’t know what he was doing here nor did he care as long as it wasn’t anything harmful or related to stealing. He stood silently as the man asked about directions and he thought to himself that maybe he should just lead him straight to the toilet.

He still had enough patience in him to follow the man upstairs, listening to his gambling about whatever it was, cause Stephen could barely understand him.

The more the man talked, the more he annoyed the sorcerer. As his patience ran out, he flew all the way up and stood it front of him.

“Alright, enough!”

He used his magic and teleported them both downstairs to the front door.

“You have five seconds to explain who you are and what do you want.”

He felt generous with this 5 seconds considering how annoying that guy was, but Stephen was too polite to give him less than that.

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All of a sudden, John’s next step took him through a whizzing golden circle and then from the stairs he was transported back by the front door.

“Cor, noice trick, why didn’tje do tha’ earlier now aye? Zip us rite up th’ stairs ‘n all tha’!”

John looked at his host, really looked at him for a moment before going through his pockets for a cigarette.

“Name’s Constantine,” He began and lit his fag, grinning.

“John Constantine, ‘n I’m ‘ere ‘ta relieve yeh o’ yeh responsibility.”

And for some reason, somehow, in John’s hand was a blackened ancient tome brimming with unspeakable power, a tome that looked suspiciously like the Darkhold. He waved it at Stephen’s face then tucked it under his arm.

“Yer welcome!”

And Stephen was nice enough to have teleported him right to the doorstep too! What a wonderfully thoughtful host!

“Roight den, I’ll be out o’ yeh ‘air now, just gunna pick up me boots ‘n see meself out, fanks-“

Heh!

[thecursedhellblazer-arc]

Punk & Road Thugs

( @thedemonconstantine )

The growing light of dawn stretched lazily across the vast grass field, the rays of the rising sun spreading through the cheerfully green grass and getting caught among the beaches of the rare trees. They rode the gentle waves that the hills painted all over the landscape, washing away the shadows of the fading night and spreading brighter splashes of colour in their place.

John dropped the side of his head against the window of the passenger’s seat, blue eyes distractedly following the scenery that rushed just out side of it. No matter how in love he had fallen with London and her gloomier sights, the tall buildings reaching for the clouded sky and the fog that so very often intertwined its cold fingers with the city’s alleys, he couldn’t help the tinge of awe that gripped at his still half asleep thoughts.

There was something liberating in finding himself floating in the middle of such open spaces. They made it much easier for him to breathe. Or, at least, they gifted him with the welcome delusion that the air could move more freely in his lungs.

Rolling his eyes at his own thoughts, John grumbled a half unintelligible curse under his breath and moved his attention at the man who was currently occupying the driver’s seat.

“...Ey, Chas. E’er been to bloody Scotland before?” He asked in the most casual tone, moving to stretch his slightly stiff limbs and turning to shoot a glance over his shoulders.

Gaz, Les and Beano were fast asleep in the back of the van. Lucky bastards. He had dozed off for half an hour at most during the whole trip. Unfortunately, someone had to keep company to their designated driver.

Chas had been driving them all night long, to get to Edinburgh at a decent hour of the morning. The concert they had managed to snatch wasn’t until nightfall, but they would have still needed to find a place to stay for the next few days and John was sort of looking forward to do some sight-seeing.

Not that he had openly told it to his bandmates.

“Ne’er been outta England. Blimey, I’ve ne’er been far from fuckin’ Liverpool till I left for London.”

He and Cheryl had moved around a bit when they were kids, mostly during the period their father had spent in jail, but that had been it.

“Dis is like a bloody vacation for me. Shitty sleep arrangement n’ same oul company aside.”

He snorted and flashed his companion a cheeky grin. Things had been a bit tense between them after that night in the back of the van, on Chas’s side at least. Then the days had turned into weeks, Chas had agreed to become a permanent fixture in their little group and the air between them had relaxed once again.

Still, that didn’t mean that John didn’t enjoy poking fun at the poor young cabbie from time to time.

“Yeh know woh would be brill? If we ditched th’ other tossers when we get there n’ go somewhere. Jus’ yeh n’ me. I gots a few ideas tha’ could be fun to try ∿”

[syazgotham]

Happy Halloween!

@thedemonconstantine

"Wtf Timbo! Stop disinfecting me!!"

"Come on Timothy! You have to admit, you look great! Right Yoyo?"

"I swear to God I will disown you Grayson. AND WHAT ARE YOU EVEN HERE AS CONSTANTINE? "

[lostxndbroken]

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