#hyperfocus be like

[spearxwind]

DEBRIEF/// [ VANDAL SQUADRON ]

[radiance1]

The members of the Justice League sat in silence, joined by a few members of Justice League Dark.

They were almost ready to start their meeting.

Almost.

"Where is John Constantine?" Batman stared at those gathered around the table, one spot currently vacant. Zatanna spoke up. "He's coming."

Batman narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know how," Zatanna nodded. "But he's coming."

The table was silent for a few moments, before Superman hesitantly spoke up. "Maybe he's running late?" At Batman's look Superman felt the need to add. "You know, he could've gotten stuck up with another magic user, or something."

Superman brought a hand up to rub at his neck as he laughed awkwardly, before promptly shutting up at the look Batman sent with an even more awkward smile. The silence was notably loud, such that it made it quite easy to determine who and where the sound of crunching came from.

Flash swallowed. "What?" He dug his hand in the bag of chips, only to pout at it being empty. He quickly ran from and to his seat in, well, a flash. Laying down his armful of chips, he picked up one and opened it, back to stuffing his face. "It's not like we're starting yet or anything."

Batman's eyes narrowed.

Flash blinked, looking down at the chips in his hand, the one on the table, and then back at Batman. He picked one up and held it out in his direction. "Want one?"

Batman glared.

Flash hesitantly brought his hand back down, before sticking his hand in his chip bag and eating some more, this time quietly.

Minutes passed by with the various League members gathered around sitting ramrod straight. A few more minutes passed, and they started to relax (except batman), a couple more and some of them started up conversation with each other, with some others joining in.

Batman took the time to work through a few files, giving the occasional grunt and hm whenever Superman and Wonder Woman tried to drag him into their conversation.

It was then that a noticeable heat spread inside the room, rising in temperature with each passing second until it was no longer ignorable. Just then, when the heat reached its highest point, with the members of the League already standing from their seats, a wave of black flame appeared in a circular pattern and the League tensed, magic gathering at the fingertips of some and battle stances being fallen into by others.

The circular flame shot up, high enough to reach the ceiling and not a second later, in its place was a giant mass of flaming feathers curled into a ball.

A groan came from the middle of it, and a few seconds later-with what sounded like a huff- did the mass uncurl just enough to see the owner of said groan.

"Ello." John Constantine raised a hand and gave a two fingered salute. Everyone in the room blinked at the man currently leaning against the- creature? Being?- in just pants. "I would say this isn't what it looks like, but its exactly what it looks like."

Zatanna's eyes narrowed, before she inhaled sharply. "Constantine." She hissed out quietly, as if trying not to draw the being's attention. "What is-" She gestured at the creature. "-He of all beings doing here?!"

"Being used as a living heater."

Zatanna blinked again in surprise as she stumbled over her words. "I- what-?"

"You heard me. It's colder than Santa's tits in our house, and I'm not paying even more money for a heater when I have a living one right here." Constantine deadpanned, very shamelessly sinking back into the mass of feathers behind him and giving a most certainly exaggerated sigh to prove his point.

"But- But he's," Zatanna gestures at the phoenix again, this time with both hands. "Him. How are you okay with this!?" That time she spoke to the phoenix, rather than Constantine.

The being in question peeked open an eye, before huffing in annoyance and closing back its eye.

"So uh," Flash spoke up, rubbing his hands together. "Not to interrupt, but uh, do you mind explaining for the rest of us not in the know?"

Zatanna blinked, staring at the other League members in surprise as if she forgot they were there. She awkwardly coughed into her fist. "Right, yes." She cleared her throat, before gesturing towards the giant mass of feathers. "That being is one of the more infamous of those heralding from the Infinite Realms, because that's its goddamn Duke." Zatanna rubbed her head, as if she were getting a migraine just thinking about it. "Constantine, how did you even-"

"We met on a rainy night, and he lit up my cig and proposed his love for me." Constantine said simply.

The League stared in bafflement. Zatanna had a skeptical look all over her face. "I'm not believing that. It's too much of a stretch, even for you."

Constantine shrugged. "Okay so would you believe me if I said I sold like half my soul and conned this other guy by swearing my soul to this big guy for his protection?" Constantine deadpanned.

"Yes, actually." Zatanna matched Constantine's deadpan with a look of her own.

[afterartist]

Someone please give Soundwave a raise

He puts up with so much

[fagdykevash]

hey um... listen. are we allies or enemies?... this will be the death of me.. like, remember when i told you not to smile and you got mad? but you'd always crack in the end... now you're not so quick to forget. are we allies or enemies man? cuz this will be the death of- this will be the death of me.

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Predicting Film Plots and 4 Other Examples of Autistic Pattern Seeking

Neurodivergent_lou

[your-fave-is-bi]

back at it again 👍👍👍

[ineffable-cats]

wooooo finally got the free time to finish this one :], started it last week background wise: i made a very quick and shitty model of a crt display (not a specific model, just overall box with round screen) and then went in and looked at a bunch of old crt monitors (and tvs) for this, some you might even recognise :)

[cb-writes-stuff]

“You can’t enjoy being neurodivergent/disabled/having X disorder if it makes you suffer so much! How dare you be making jokes about it!!!” Well you see, your bad days only suck a little bit so you don’t appreciate the good days very much. My bad days suck so much worse, so I only appreciate the good days that much more to compensate.

[trashquisitor-shirozora]

Consider: After a long time away from each other, Din embracing Luke from behind and kissing the tip of one of his scars

I was going to ramble a little bit, then decided this is a great art prompt... and then realized just how fucking useless my art brain is after napping for 3+ hours after a full workday after 2+ months of not drawing for shits & giggles.

STILL DID IT BECAUSE I NEEDED THE EXERCISE.

Anyway, Anon, I have thought about these immaculate vibes on and off for years... but specifically for fic reasons, not the general "for the vibes" reasons.

I make no promises about randomly turning asks into art prompts.

[susiehunsecker-remade]

god's favourite guard dog jopson for @jirving :3

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i am attempting to draw them kissing

[gianteyedcrow]

I think something the batkids have observed about Bruce is that whenever he’s working on the beginnings of a case, he becomes completely transfixed by his own thoughts.

He completely spaces out and his eyes kind of glaze over and while he isn’t very talkative anyway, his silence gives you a feeling that he can’t hear anything you’re saying unless it’s relevant to is thought process.

[sixteenthchapel]

Liu is a simple monkey with a simple code. see demon? kill demon. simple, not complicated, good monkey

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

little dude knows things i think

[i-lavabean]

If you've been personally victimized by Tenakth armor raise your hand

[whatareyoudoingwithamaserati]

here’s the issue with the concept of duality of man: eventually, you’re going to have to disagree.

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