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Constantine (2005)

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Arch of Constatine, Roma

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Had a garbage day, and want to hear from the readers. Feel free to send me asks about my fics and I'll answer them.

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Batman #63

[secretly-larry-daley]

You know what we need?

A love triangle to our beautiful NATM/Muppets: Most Wanted AU. Idc if I spoke on this before, I just think it’s too funny.

SO— before Dominic and Constantine got married, they kinda went through a messy break. Both hearts were hurt and they needed some time apart. Like the frogophile Dominic is, he goes on a date with Kermit the fucking frog.

And he kinda realizes “wow, I…can be a good guy.” He doesn’t need to be a villain. So, for the sake of Kermit, he starts to change his ways. Hell, he even introduces Kermit to Leslie. Yes, Leslie is still VERY weirded out that his brother is dating a frog, but he definitely prefers him to Constatine.

Even with all that’s happened, we all know that Dominic still has that bad boy in his blood. And like a bad penny, Constatine comes back. Oh boy, he is not happy. Quite jealous, really.

There’s a lot of back and forth between Kermit and Constatine. Mainly about what they think is right and the shit they’ve done in the past. And oh shit— is that…. Sexual tension??? Yes. Yes it is.

But in the end, Dominic ends back up with Constatine. It’s all dramatic like and Dominic goes “it’s not you, it’s me,” and kisses him on the head. But surely, this isn’t the end of Kermit, Dominic and Constatine, not by a long shot…

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Mary Jeanne in 1910s

I've been planning to redo this drawing for months. So it's there.

[lontra-1999]

pensando até agora na schneider.

ela poderia estar bem.

se não fosse a corrupção de chicago.

se bem que são muitos "e se" quando se trata desse tópico.

talvez se a vertin soubesse antes, ela estivesse viva. mas para ser bem sincera, o funcionamento da fundação com os humanos ainda é algo que minha cabeça não processou por completo.

dentro da fundação todos ficam imunes a "storm"? é o que dá para entender até o momento. como isso funciona? não sei.

no negócio de chicago, tem tanto papo que eu acho que vou ter que reler tudo em algum momento.

acho que tô perdendo alguma coisa mas é díficil ter tempo para reler tudo.

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the movie adaptation of constantine isn't about catholic guilt, it's about how many girls in the audience they could punch the heterosexuality straight out of with the scene where tilda swinton steps barefoot on keanu reeves' throat

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Can't let these tags go unnoticed

Prompt 185

No one could get into contact with Constantine. 

Now usually that wasn’t that big of a deal, the man constantly disappeared for a few days at a time doing something or other, but he’d been completely silent and unseen for months. Usually he’ll at least answer a call to tell them to fuck off or something. 

And they really need his expertise and are getting incredibly worried for their grumpy team member. Yes he’s an asshole, but he’s their asshole, y’know? And he has a habit of getting into Situations (sure he also usually gets out of them, but what if he didn’t this time?!) 

So they’re desperate. Kind of really desperate. Desperate enough to use the summoning sigil they found on his fridge. They’d checked it, multiple times, and it should summon the hellblazer. 

“You’re not Constantine.” . 

The white-haired teen in the circle yawned, stretching and blinking at them blandly with familiar blue eyes before sighing. “Actually I am,” he stuffed his hands into his hoodie as he looked down at the summoning circle. “Well, technically just one of the many Laughing Magicians currently in the Realms.” 

He gave a grin, looking more amused than annoyed. “Pretty much every one of us is in the Realms right now for family reunion lol. (Did he just say lol out loud??) So like, you’re gonna have to specify which of us you’re tryin’ to summon. Honestly perfect timing for me thanks, the fruitloop keeps flirting with John and it’s horrific so.” 

… That was probably their John, wasn’t it…

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Constatine

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constatine's story in the valentines special was so sweet and sad

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Prodigal son beyond Time - part 2

Part 1 | Masterpost

Damian first met his great uncle Danyal when he is three years old. His mother says he's met him long ago, when he was but a babe with a memory too fuzzy to remember. But the man before him is his grandfather's favorite child. The son that scowls at his father as he cradled Damian in his arms.

"What have you done?" His uncle scowled, a gentle hand pressed against the back of Damian's head. "He's a child!"

"Danyal!"

"You weren't like this with me." Danyal spat, keeping Damian in his arms and pressing his lips towards his nephew's forehead. Damian notes how cold his uncle's skin felt like, but more welcoming than that of his grandfather's.

"Danyal, he is to be trained like a proper Al Ghul." Grandfather said, frowning at Danyal.

"You trained me like a proper Al Ghul when I was older than him!" Danyal immediately protested, "He's three!"

"Danyal—"

"Ukht, I understand that you wish the best for your son but this is not it." Danyal immediately said, looking apologetic for interrupting Talia, but went back to glaring at Ra's. "I've tried to tolerate the fact that you handle an assassin league, father but this? You taught me to be loyal to the family. You taught me to cherish the family, you're blood—why the fuck aren't you giving the others the same treatment you gave me?!"

"Because they are not you!"

Damian doesn't recall what truly happened that day, but he does remember how his uncle's eyes went from soft blues to the same shade that the Lazarus pits glowed.

Damian remembers everything going dark.

Damian grows up differently.

He continues on his training, but everything is kinder to him. The world is kinder when his uncle is home, having tea with grandfather and overseeing his training. Mother loves him and uncle Danyal the most, claiming that they are blessings to her life.

Grandfather is quieter nowadays, almost docile with his uncle around.

It's a little more peaceful. The assassin's continue to train, to fight. But their reign of terror fall upon those that are corrupt and destroying the world. It's one of the compromises uncle Danyal and grandfather have led too.

Damian grows up differently.

Damian's arrival to the Bats' lives was unprecedented and quite confusing. He was a child raised by assassins, a child raised to become the next leader of the league. But he was... Strange. Strange for that kind of standard. 

Damian was rather sociable, hostile but not downright murderous towards them. 

His uncle did make sure that he had friends in the league.

Ra's had been utterly ecstatic to find out that he had two more grandchildren while Talia was quite pleased to know that she had a niece and nephew. 

Damian had a pair of strange cousins who snuck him out of training to go watch the stars, often getting them scolded, but it was worth it. Dante was older than Damian by five years. He was what other would call an angsty teen with how he often rebelled against his father. Meanwhile, Janelle—preferebly Ellie—was only a year older than Damian himself. She was a mischievous person who made sure that everything around her was swallowed by her own chaos. So when he entered the manor, suddenly struck with the reality that he had multiple siblings instead of just one elder brother, Damian knew what to do. 

Murder was not the answer. 

But by the words of his gracious uncle and the wisdom of his excellent cousins: fight your siblings like a feral child but defend them by being even worse to others. 

So Damian's first act as Dick Grayson's younger brother was to bite him. 

The undead were restless, rising from their graves or haunting their own corpses. It wasn't something they usually dealt with, forced to call upon magicians. 

But even Constantine was bewildered by just how cursed Gotham's lands were. To bring back the dead. Jason was a miracle but this was like an abomination, a literal zombie. 

No one really knew how to properly deal with the dead...

Well...

"My uncle would be willing to provide his assistance in this matter." Damian piped up, examining the contained zombies from a safe distance. All eyes were quickly drawn to him, bewildered and questioning. 

"I hardly think that Dusan would be suitable for this." Bruce sighed. 

Damian scowled, "Not him. My grandfather's first-born is whom I speak off. He is knowledgeable in the occult arts of the dead." 

"Damian... Ra's Al Ghul only has one son." 

"Untrue. Grandfather's greatest pride was always my uncle. He is precious to grandfather and ensures that no one knows much off him. I expected you and Drake to be aware of the first born." 

Tim stiffened, "They weren't rumours?! Ra's actually has some cryptid son?" 

Bruce, who had heard of the old tales of the Demon head's beloved heir, had always thought they were stories to scare the assassins. He's never seen the man, nor has he found any evidence of him in the league. 

Jason finally started paying attention, "So the league's golden boy can help? Dami, I don't think Al Ghul will even let his favorite kid anywhere near us." 

"You underestimate my uncle's love for me."

"You met him?" Bruce quickly interjected. 

Jason shrugged, "He helped me out back then. Patched me up when the pit madness got worse and helped me manage it. But his face was usually covered and no one really knew his name."

"Aside from myself, grandfather, and my mother." 

Bruce frowned, "Nyssa and Dusan don't know their brother's name?" 

"Grandfather says that they do not have the privilege of knowing his name. Mother was the first of his other children to have met my uncle."

"And what about you? You won't give us his name?" 

Damian scowled, feeling rather displeased with his father's choice of words. "Names are powerful, father. My uncle taught me this when I was young." 

Constantine narrowed his eyes, "You're uncle some kind of fae, kid?" 

"Watch your mouth, hellblazer. He does not like you." Damian hissed, having heard all his uncle's rants about the Laughing Magician, especially whenever he'd just randomly pick up Talia and walk around Nanda Parbat like she was a kitten rather than a deadly assassin. "But I shall call upon my great uncle and ask him for assistance. This matter with the undead shall surely pique his interest."

"Tell the old man I said hi!" Jason cheerfully added, sounding quite pleased to hear about the mysterious uncle. 

"No." Damian blatantly denied. As much as he loves Todd (and he will never admit that), he was not going to let anyone threaten his status as his uncle's favorite child. Over his dead body. 

Damian was quick to walk away from all of them, quickly retrieving all the materials he'd need to summon his uncle. Dark green paint for the summing circle, five candles, and an astrology book. 

"Bats... Why the hell is your son performing a summoning ritual? For a ghost of the realms too." Constantine's tone was strained, clearly disturbed and wary of Damian's actions. 

"Damian." Bruce warned but Damian just waved him off. He watched as Jason started lighting up the candles, humming an unfamiliar tune. 

"D'you think the old man will help us?" 

"Of course! Uncle adores me." 

"You think he'll give me his name?"

"I will gut you, Todd." Damian immediately responded with the most nonchalant tone he could ever give. 

Jason shrugged, before taking a step back. 

"Damian! Whatever you're summoning—" 

"I'm summoning my uncle, father. He's the best person to go to with these issues." Damian insisted, before muttering something unintelligible under his breath.

Bruce was startled when Constantine grabbed him, eyes wide and rapidly turning pale. "Why the hell does your son know how to speak the language of the—"

Fire burst forth from the circle, slowly morphing into an icy blast. 

"Dead." Constantine's breath hitched, "Holy shit, your brat just summoned the ghost king." 

Bruce grabbed Damian the moment a hand emerged from the blast of cold. He shoved his on behind him, suddenly feeling frightened as his entire body felt goosebumps. Fuck. Did Damian really just perform a summoning ritual for such a powerful being? He never expected for Ra's to brainwash his son into believing that such a powerful thing—

"Nephew!" 

Bruce blinked, suddenly blinded by the light. 

"Uncle!" Damian escaped from his grasp, rushing into the circle. Constantine practically screamed once Damian ran into the arms of what was supposedly his uncle and the ghost king. 

In front of Bruce was the most gorgeous man he's ever met. 

The floating hair that reminded him of snow and the green eyes that were purer than the Lazarus pits. He couldn't help but swallow thickly, blinking. Damian was held up by the ghost king, allowing the boy to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. 

"Hello, dami (my blood)." The king cooed, his pronunciation of the nickname much different from the shortened version of Damian's name. "I was not expecting you to call me. What's happened, my dear?" 

Damian hummed, but before he could speak, he was immediately interrupted.

"Long time no see, old man!" Jason yelled, waving his arm as if he wasn't in the same room as the king. 

"Jason! Hello! How are you? The corrupted ecto hasn't returned, has it? If it has, just tell me. I'll schedule a check up with Frostbite." The king quickly fussed, not minding the way Damian was baring his teeth at Jason. "Damian, behave!" 

Damian just seemed to whine, refusing to behave and opting to pestering the king. 

"I'm good, uncle. Haven't gone out crazy since you took me to the doctor." Jason smiled, already ripping of his domino mask to show that his eyes were green tinged with blue, not glowing green like the pits. 

"Good, good. But I really must know why I've been called." The king softly said, directing his words to Damian who was already trying to wriggle our his grasp. Gently, the king settled Damian back on his feet. 

"Right. Uncle, my father, Batman. Father, this is my uncle." Damian introduced, his tone hurried and a bit hesitant. 

The king, Damian's uncle, smiled at Bruce. "Hello there, Mr. Wayne. I've wanted to meet you for a long time." The king hummed, "My name's Danny, but the Al Ghuls call me Danyal." 

"Uncle!" 

"Hush, hush, Damian. I can give my name to anyone I want. I don't suppose that your father is worthy of it."

Bruce really should be more concerned about the fact that the king knew his name. 

"But what of the others?" 

"Little one, I sent Nyssa and Dusan letters ages ago. But rest assured, dearest Talia is still the first to earn it." Danny—Danyal—the ghost king softly spoke and patted Damian's head. "And... Oh, it's you."

"Your majesty!" Constantine enthusiastically greeted while Danny scowled. 

"Tax evading bastard." Danny huffed, shaking his head before promptly ignoring the tax evading bastard in question. 

"Damian." 

"The dead are rising."

Danny blinked, blinked again, before he groaned and shook his head. 

"Okay, sorry. That seemed to be caused by an error on my side. Some prisoners of my realms started a riot and some of them managed to break out. Some have most likely decided to overshadow their old bodies." Danny sighed, "I'll have this taken care of. Apologies for the inconveniences."

"These... Zombies have been wrecking havoc across my city." Bruce frowned, "They've been harming people."

"Vengeful spirits do that. They're criminals meant to be in prison. It's rare for breakouts to happen, in all honesty." Danny paused, just long enough to run his fingers through Damian's hair. "But if you wish to take charge, by all means. These are corpses being possessed by their own spirits and... Well... They're out of their minds. Not really considered revenants since the possession isn't quite permanent." 

"Alright, Bats. We've gotta make a proper deal here. His Majesty was summoned so we've gotta offer him something—" 

"That's not necessary." Danny immediately waved Constantine away, evident displeasure from the man. "The sigil I gave Damian was just to call me to him. No need for an exchange."

"Seriously?" Constantine blurted out. 

Danny just shrugged, "He's family. And my favorite nephew." 

Damian smirked, absolutely smug. "I am your only nephew, uncle."

"Mm... Jason's also my nephew." Danny chuckled softly, easily stepping out of the circle and removing it from the floor—leaving not a single stain. "Now... Shall we deal with the dead?" 

Bruce Wayne has made many bad decisions in his life, especially when it came to his relationships. Damian's ghost king of an uncle might be one of them.

Masterpost

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When Stars Collide

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Chapter 1 -

“B, I understand that you want to get to the bottom of this, but I’m beginning to think that you’re upset! This is a great change!” Nightwing stood with Bruce at the edge of the building overlooking the city.

Bruce was not upset, he was concerned. He did not like when things in his city changed without reason. He especially didn’t like when things in his city changed magically. The hustle and bustle of Gotham continued on the streets below. That hadn’t changed. But the sky overhead was clear. It had been for a weeks now. Bruce found it unsettling. A Gothamite at heart, he was used to the overcast days and cloudy nights. Sure, Gotham had clear nights once in a while, but this was the 17th clear night this month. It happened slowly. The smog thinning. The constant cloud cover abating. The moon was now visible to some degree almost every night. Shining down its reflected light in its various phases. And nothing else seemed to be affected. The rainfall hadn’t changed. The winds didn’t blow differently. The harbor wasn’t suddenly cleaned of filth. It was just clearer. And it didn’t make sense. He didn’t trust it.

The plants were certainly benefiting from better light quality, which did lead Bruce to suspect that Poison Ivy had something to do with the changes. But she was just as surprised as he was. She asked him to let her know who did it so she could send them a fruit basket! After clearing Poison Ivy of fault, Bruce was forced to reach out to the Justice League’s Dark division. Constantine had answered his call and arranged a meeting for tonight. He should be arriving shortly, having given Batman this exact rooftop as the easiest place to portal to, given the number of “curses and magical fuckery” that lay over the city. 

Bruce wanted to take offence to that but he knew the city had its problems both mundane and magical. So he stood waiting. Brooding. Nightwing insisted on coming as backup though they both knew it was to help smooth communication between the two otherwise ornery men. 

Nightwing and Batman both felt a shift in the air and turned to see John stepping out of a portal, which spiraled out of existence after his feet were firmly on the gravel roof. 

“Batman.” Constantine said in greeting. “And the biggest Robin. What a pleasure…” he deadpanned as he lit his cigarette. He took a long drag and looked around and then up at the clear skies. “Oh, that is….something. I see why you called.”

“This started about a month ago.” Nightwing supplied after a beat of silence. “Not that the better air quality isn’t nice, but it’s definitely not natural. We were hoping you could help us find the cause.”

“Yeeeeeah, probably for the best. I’m not the best at scrying magic, I think Raven holds that title, but whatever is causing all of that-” he gestured vaguely to the entire sky, “-should be bloody obvious to anyone who cares to look.” 

John pulled a map of Gotham from one of his coat’s many pockets and laid it on some nearby ductwork before pulling a pendulum from another pocket. Releasing it over the map, it swung wildly for several seconds before freezing. For a moment John thought it had found its mark, and rather quickly at that, but the chain was not taut. It had simply stopped midswing at the top of its arc, hovering somewhere over the harbor and pointing to absolutely nothing. 

“Strange…” he looked to the Bats to see what they might make of it but they were also frozen. “Oh, bugger.”

“Hello, John Constantine”

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Constantine was such a good emperor he used words that werent even invented yet, he's so real for that

The whole 13th-century Donation of Constantine discourse summarised in a 5 sec video

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Half-soul Nanny

While Constantine has been known to sell his soul, continually and regardless of the consequences, it's not really known what happens to all the pieces that are technically ripped from him.

In reality those pieces alone are worthless, but if you put them together you can form a kind-of-ghost Constantine (who, by the way, hates his original for being an idiot, although they are obviously the same person). One time Clockwork was just bored and collected enough bits and pieces to create this "Fake-Ghost-Constantine" that technically belonged to him.

But since both the not-ghost and the hellbazer were useless to him, he simply used it as a babysitter, or a nanny. Clockwork was a busy ghost, but there were ghosts that shouldn't be left unattended or it would lead to catastrophe (Danny was an example).

From time to time he would supervise the newcomers and guide them. Surely the ghost (not really a ghost) could do the same task, he was a hellbazer after all, and he was supposed to know all about magic so it shouldn't be a difficult task to guide dead wizards right?

The only problem was that Clockwork didn't realize what a bad babysitter this fake ghost was until Johnny 13's fate went from being a fairly quiet ghost to a troublemaker. Oh well, at least it's better than doing it himself.