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icepopstar5105us · 1 year

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Quick snippet from a WIP.

John Constantine gets sent by the League to check out some weird reports about skeletons and ghosts in the woods. A wild Nico Di Angelo appears and is a snarky brat who radiates so much death the entire area reeks of it.

AKA I read a DPxDC crossover and though ‘hey. Nico Di Angelo and Constantine would be a fun combination. I want to read about them.’ Then realized no one had written that yet. So. New WIP. Tada.

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Nico hesitantly slipped out of bed. Thankfully, he was still in his old clothes— which meant no one had changed him or anything. Thank gods. He checked to make sure his skull ring and Bianca’s figurine were still on his person.

Nico saw his shoes by the door and he slipped them on. The demigod quietly slipped out of the room to see a hallway with a staircase. He quietly walked down and walked through the various rooms. Nico finally found the front door and started to run towards it… only for a hand to grab his shoulder.

“Really didn’t waste any time there, huh?” John asked.

“Worth a shot.” Nico grumbled, “So is this a confirmation that I’m a prisoner?”

“Not quite.” John smirked, “I swore I wouldn’t tell CPS. Not that I was going to leave you in the woods — that was never an option.”

“So what? You’re going to have someone adopt me or whatever?” Nico crossed his arms as John guided him into the kitchen with a hand still on Nico’s shoulder.

“That was the plan at first.” John admitted as he pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and gestured for Nico to sit.

“And now?” Nico warily took the seat and watched John carefully as the man poured batter into a waffle iron.

John stopped pouring the batter and turned the waffle iron on. He turned to face Nico, “You’re obviously supernatural, but you’re still a kid. Kinda makes it hard for most people to keep you in one place. Plus, without a name or any information on what you are… I can’t do much in through the legal channels.”

“Uh huh. Nice try with the name thing. Not telling you.” Nico leaned back, “You don’t have a plan, then? So you’re keeping me here until you can find one?”

“I didn’t say that.” John rolled his eyes.

“So you got someone you’re going to pawn me off on, then?”

John smirked, “Nah. You’re twelve. six more years before you can go off on your own. Not all that long for you to stick around.”

“What are you…” Nico’s eyes widened, “Seriously?”

“Yep. You’ve been adopted. Congrats. Welcome home.”

“Do you even know anything about kids?” Nico asked skeptically.

“I know kids shouldn’t be living by themselves in the middle of the woods.”

“So you don’t.” Nico facepalmed, “This is going to be a disaster.”

“Probably.” John agreed, “But no one else has the means to keep you in one place.”

“We’ll have to see about that.” Nico said under his breath.

“Is that a challenge?” John teased— apparently having heard.

Yeah, Nico hated this guy.

(But he did make good waffles.)

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Nico waited for John to wash the dishes before he jumped into the nearest shadow. He got ready to shadow travel… only for the couch whose shadow he’d been inside to move. Light spread onto the shadow Nico was still in and the lack of shadow left Nico sitting on the floor. The demigod looked up — disoriented from the sudden light — to see John smirking at him.

“Seriously?” Nico complained.

“Is that how you hid from me in the woods?” John asked, “You just… turned into a shadow?”

Nico flopped himself on the floor, “Pretty much. Should have risked shadow traveling while I had the chance.”

“Huh.” John blinked, “Haven’t heard of that one. What is that?”

Normally, Nico wouldn’t answer that. Shadow travel was his typical means of escape, but it clearly wasn’t going to be much help this time. If Nico was going to escape, he needed something unexpected. Besides, John seemed intent on keeping Nico safe and alive for some annoying reason. His abilities had their drawbacks and while Nico definitely didn’t like it, this guy could wind up being the only one there to help him if the demigod overworked himself.

“Exactly what it sounds like.” Nico sat up, “Hop in one shadow, travel to another. Can be anywhere in the world as long as I know it.”

“Not that I’m glad you didn’t just up and leave, but why exactly did you stick around in the woods?” John asked, confused.

“It takes energy.” Nico huffed, “And I’d recently had to use a lot of skeletons to fight like ten hellhounds and five empousa. I was hoping I could just leave and take a nap.”

“Well, you did get to do that.” John joked.

“Yeah, by getting kidnapped.”

“Come on.” John chuckled as he grabbed Nico’s arms and hoisted him to his feet, “Tour time… oh!“ The magician turned to the ceiling and gestured to the house, “Keep him from leaving or getting into too much trouble, will ya?”

In response, there was a thud. John turned around to see Nico pouting on the floor again and a chair several feet away. The house’s floorboards shifted around and slid the couch back into place as Nico stood up. The infamous Hellblazer laughed.

#fanfic #pjo #pjo series #percy jackon and the olympians #nico di angelo #john constantine #Dcu #fanfiction #crossover #crossover fanfiction #dc x pjo #son of hades #magic #Dc magicians #justice league #justice league dark #out of character talk ( ooc )#but i’m trying #house of mystery

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lehoodcollector · 2 years

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We need more ZATANNA!

#justice league dark #justice league #zatanna #dc magicians #dr. fate #dcamu #dc comics #batman #dc multiverse #john constantine #dc cartoons

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nerdpoe · 6 months

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There's a level of Hell that Constantine loves and hates in equal measure.

The Level of Lust and Debauchery.

He loves it for what it is, but he also really, really hates it. The beings in it are unhinged at best, completely insane at worst. Stronger than Demons, but weaker than Gods-it's always more stressful than fun dealing with them.

So needing to summon the King of that level is...well. John can already feel the exhaustion.

But instead of exhaustion, he feel rage. Disgust.

The King that shimmers into existence is a fucking child.

And John honestly loses some time after that.

He comes back from ranting with the tiny King forcefully yanking him to a stop.

"Wait, you thought the Infinite Realms were what?"

Turns out, that wasn't the Level of Lust and Debauchery at all. Turns out, the Infinite Realms has a Red Light District.

Turns out, that is a very, very small part of the Infinite Realms, and this tiny child King had no idea it was there, and now he has to explain what a Red Light District is to an increasingly mortified Royal Teenager.

All around, it's not a fun time for anyone present.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #story prompt #phanfic #john made some assumptions and now he and danny have to suffer for them #danny didn't mean “what's a red light district” he means “what the fuck would a red light district in the ghost zone even look like”#now he's getting the birds and the bees and the chains and whips that bind them talk from some scrungly magician #and he's too mortified to tell the man he already knows #afterwards danny and john pretend like they never met #pretend like the next summoning is the first one #but the other Leaguers who were present for the first know #even though they really didn't want to #that John is into some FREAKY SHIT #and think that the King of the Infinite Realms is an innocent babey

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browsethestacks · 1 month

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Zatanna

Art by Peach Momoko

#Comics #DC Comics #Zatanna #Fantasy #Fantasy Comics #DC #Art #Women Of DC #Magicians

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sentient-stove · 25 days

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“I grew up without parental supervision in a mansion filled with stolen magical artifacts right next to the mundane not magic ones. Of course I was gonna develop my own magical signature.” He popped the lock, and Elle watched as Tim spit into his hand, using it to smudge the charcoal wards on the window frame. “I want a Mr. Whippy.”

She’s starting to see why Mr. Constantine is supposed to be watching them. Tim was clearly hyper independent, and didn’t seem to be worried about falling to his death, clambering out of the window to perch delicately on the fire escape. Elle also considered herself to be decently hyper independent but Danny had said to ‘trust Constantine and lay low’. Heading out to find whatever a Mr. Whippy was seemed like the opposite of laying low.

“What’s a Mr. Whippy?”

“Cheap ice cream with a Cadbury Flake. Best London’s got to offer. Want to help me find a place that sells them?”

“Did you really use necromancy? More than once? And try to clone someone?”

“I’ll tell you about the first guy I brought back if you help me annoy Constantine by breaking out. Never cloned anyone though. Like, I mean,” Tim trailed off and pulled his hoodie sleeves over his fingers, nervously fidgeting. “I looked into the schematics of possibly doing so. But cloning him wouldn’t have brought my friend back. So I never followed through.”

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Previous miscellaneous section here

#Tim & Elle: siblings siblings siblings siblings #Tim: this is my sister #Elle: this is my brother #Tim & Elle: we r siblings & we care for each othr #Tim’s sole mission is to annoy Constantine into sending him back to Gotham no magicians be damned #Elle’s sole mission is to consume whatever a mr whippy is #tim drake #dani phantom #fanfic #wip hell #dc x dp #dpxdc #danny phantom #dc comics

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ghost-of-diogenes · 7 months

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i heard it was bi visibility, here are some bi favourites

#a very much non-exhaustive list #bisexual #what we do in the shadows #ted lasso #the magicians #dc legends of tomorrow #the newsreader #interview with the vampire #dirk gently's holistic detective agency #the boys #gotham #brooklyn nine nine #heartstopper #red white and royal blue #bi visibility day #look being visible today and only today #bob's burgers

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laroserie · 5 months

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— character : Tim Drake

— content : x gender neutral reader - reader is referred to as 'you', tim confessing multiple times and failing, reader is ... dense.

— authors note : as i said - i want to write for each weeks of december ! and today is the 7th so my deadline. this is short but sweet :)

— The first time Tim Drake, told you he loved you was the 7th of december a few years back. It was a regular day, nothings out of the norm expect for the fact that it snowed, when the weather forecast said it couldn't.

You took a moment to react, looking at your friend dumbfounded. You were both sitting at a table, at a coffee shop, you were sipping yours and had to put it down. Not sure how to react you simply laughed.

''Well, I like you too Tim? You are a great friend, but you caught me off guard with ... that.'' You told him after you finished laughing.

He sighed and shake his head, he seemed that he wanted say something else but Tim changed subject, talking about a new novel he was reading.

The second time Tim Drake told you he loved you was the next year, the 7th of december once again, this time you were watching a movie. It was just a cheesy regular christmas movie that you put on because you didn't know what else to watch - both of you were not paying attention to it. You were sitting next to Tim, your head was lying on my shoulder and your hands were intertwined. He wasn't sure how he kept his calm to be honest, his mind was racing and once again he just blurred out a 'i love you'. Not hearing any response from you after a few minutes had passed, he looked at you, to see you asleep. He sigh - once again his confession failed.

This time, he didn't care too much, 'I always have next year to tell them' he thoughts. He watched your sleep so peacefully and couldn't help but smile. Then his gaze lower to your hands holding each others and lightly squeezed yours. He didn't mean to but that woke you up, he let out a small laugh seeing you suddenly jerk up, asking for how long you were out.

The third time Tim Drake told you he loved you, was once again the 7th of december. He had decided to make it his habit, he could confess to you every 7th of december until you gave him an answer. This time you were both walking in a mall, looking at the decorations. It was his idea, he wanted this to be a somewhat romantic hangout and take it as an opportunity to confess but he gave up momentarily seeing how into the decors you were. At some point, you both arrived near the center of the mall, here the malls Santa was. You turned to him and looked at him without saying anythings - Tim understood nearly immediately what you wanted to do. He looked at you back for a while, before sighing and nodding his head. And there you went, getting in line to take a picture on this Santa laps, with Tim by your side, as you obviously dragged your best friend along. When it was finally your turn, he stayed on the side, like a parent do for a kid, while you went and sat on the Santa lap and took a picture. You jumped off the Santa lap and walked to Tim with a grin on your face - he couldn't help but smile lightly and whisper 'i really do love you'. You didn't hear that - but once again. Tim didn't care that much, - he knew he always had next year to tell you that.

The fourth time Tim Drake told you he loved, was the 7th of december, it was been now four year that this little tradition of his was going on. You didn't know about this one, you thought your tradition was to hang out every 7th of the month, which was the truth but not the entirety of it.

This time you both were baking gingerbread over at your house - well you had already finished baking it, it was currently cooking in the oven and you were cooking the mess that had became the kitchen. Tim did understand now why Alfred banned him and most of the residents in the manor from attempting to cook.

While he was washing the dishes, you were cleaning the counter. He quickly finished the dishes and went to help you clean it. 'Accidentally' getting a bit too close to you and brushing your hands against each others.

Once you finished, Tim and you sat on the floor in front of the oven to wait for the gingerbread to be done. While you were staring focused on the oven, he turn to you and blurred out, - once again.

"I love you." He was expecting you to laugh, give him a little punch on the arm and tell him you loved him too - because he was your friend. But you didn't. Still staring at the oven, you swallowed and responded "I love you too Tim.", he took a moment to register your words but he decided to hold back his emotions.

"You know I don't mean it in the 'I love you' like a friend way right ?" He asked. "Hmm I know. I didn't mean it in that way either." You answered, turning to face him.

"Oh. I'm glad to hear that … Can I ?" Tim asked, leaning closer to you. You nodded and he leaned even closer until his lips were on yours. The kiss was short but sweet, once he broke the kiss he whispered "You have no idea how long I wanted to do that …".

#Tim Drake Tag. 🦇#i tried to read tim fandomwiki page and ... it's too long im sorry #i did solely based on informations i got from reading fanfictions about him ! ! woo #the magician sugar overload #a magic piece ?#tim drake x reader #dc x reader #tim drake x you #tim drake x y/n #tim drake imagine #tim drake blurb #tim drake headcanon #tim drake fanfiction #tim drake fanfic

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puppetmaster13u · 7 months

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Tempted to write a oneshot or twoshot where the batfam get cursed or something & turned into dinosaurs. And Bruce is both ugh, because magic and his kids were targeted which really pisses him off, but on the other hand well... dinosaurs. One of the things he can ramble about for hours?? One of his hyperfixations??? Oh they can clock their top speeds and take pictures and- Jason spit that person out you don't know where they've been!

#sleep deprived thoughts #batman au #bruce wayne #batfam #batman deserves to fly #prompts?#prompts #dinosaur #dinosaurs #dinosaur batfam #maybe they can eventually change at will #maybe they were cursed by a magician #maybe it was an artifact #pfft they were trying to get something away that catwoman was stealing and it broke #and now they're stuck like this for a while #batman #dc #dcu #autistic bruce wayne

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ghostpainters · 1 year

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Causal Zatanna Design

I gave her a blazer because she’s cool, and classy, and very magical :)

#Zatanna Zatara #Zatanna #DC comics #DC Heroes #DC girls #dc ladies #DC Universe #Young Justice #young justice girls #youngjusticesseason1 #young justice fanart #young justice zatanna #casualwear #casual hero #casual #fashion design #Fashion Sketch #magician

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schro4444 · 6 months

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I want Sonoko to meet Kaito as Kaito and show him a magic trick let them be magic aficionado friends again. Please. It’s such a good dynamic. 🥺

YOURE SO REAL FOR THAT ANON!!! she has graduated to doves :D

#I bet they met at another online chatroom for magicians lol #this is like the reverse of that fic. ‘this’ll probably work out fine’#which is fantastic btw #this is that but instead of sonoko getting immediately involved with kid she and kaito just become besties by accident #dcmk #magic kaito #detective conan #kuroba kaito #suzuki sonoko #dc #mk #schrasks #schroodles

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rontra · 11 months

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WHAT

#we have GOT to get more selective with the invites here. like who let the magician in.......#CTDE #dc comics #green lantern #zatanna #raven

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icepopstar5105us · 11 months

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Nico Di Angelo & John Constantine. WIP snippet.

I love this snarky angst duo and I want everyone to love them too.

Context: Nico has a nightmare about his mother’s death after being caught and illegally adopted (sort of kidnapped/arrested) by Constantine. Meanwhile, John is mystified, amused, bewildered, and growing a soft spot for this weird spooky brat who is clearly part eldritch or something.

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Nico stayed silent for a moment — considering — but then he spoke, “Have you ever heard of the Lotus Casino?”

John blinked, “Yeah. I had to deal with the fall out of that. Bunch of people from all across time dumped in modern day.”

“Ok.” Nico nodded, “First thing you need to know is I got stuck in that for… for a long while. And my… memory wipe happened hours before I got stuck in that. So, all my missing memories are from World War Two.”

“Okay.” John said carefulky, “That wasn’t the best time.”

“Especially not in Italy as a family of pagans.” Nico huffed.

“Yeah. That would… that would be pretty bad.”

“But this memory is… well, we’d just gotten to America.” Nico explained, “So we were out of that… but that’s when the supernatural stuff finally caught up with us.” He felt John stiffen beside him, “I didn’t find out until I got out of the Casino, but my dad… well, he’s not human. He has two brothers and a bunch of other supernatural family… but him and his brothers are the most powerful, right? At the start of the war, they had decided their kids were too powerful. They all made an oath not to have more kids. Especially not with humans.” Nico glanced at John warily, “My mom was human, but me and my sister had already been born.”

The magician grimaced — knowing exactly how vengeful supernatural beings could get about stuff like that. Even if a deal wasn’t broken, they tended to take that as a slight against them anyway.

“We got to America and my sister, my mom, and I were in the hotel. My sister and I left to get some water. We’d just barely left the room… and then we heard a loud boom. Next thing we know, dad’s suddenly there and got us encased in this big shadowy shield. Then, I realized mom wasn’t with us.” Nico looked down, “Dad got us out of there. He had our memories wiped so we didn’t tell anyone and then dropped us off at the Casino.”

John hummed, “Where’s your sister, then?”

“She died almost immediately after we got out of the casino.” Nico admitted.

“Shit…” The man beside him cringed, “I’m sorry, kid. That sucks.”

Nico stared at the ground.

“Guess I owe you a bit of backstory, now?” John mused.

The demigod looked at him curiously.

“I was messing with occult stuff. Stupid kid doing stupid things. My dad and I had been fighting that morning. He was an asshole — abusive neglectful piece of shit. I had my sister though. She was older and played the role of parent more often than not— dad was always too drunk to care. She was into occult stuff, but she wouldn’t teach me.” John frowned, “Met a demon while I was in park. It offered me power and strength in the occult. I was eleven and didn’t know there’d be a cost.” John grimaced, “By evening I was in the burnt remains of my house. Watched my family burn to death without being able to save them. The only things left in the end were the clothes I was wearing and my sister’s occult stuff.” John grimaced, “Pretty self explanatory from there.”

“So we’re a couple of orphans with daddy issues and no older sisters, huh?” Nico said dryly, “Guess we have more in common than I thought.”

“Yep.” John patted Nico on the back, “You going to be able to sleep?”

“… Actually, yeah?” Nico’s surprise was evident, “I think so.”

John grinned, “Good. Get some rest, kid.”

Nico hesitated as John stood up, but then he whispered, “Nico.”

The magician froze and looked at the demigod, “What was that?”

“My name.” Nico said, embarrassed, “It’s Nico.”

“Alright.” John smiled as he stood up and used magic to tuck Nico into bed before he could argue, “Goodnight, Nico.

“I’m fourteen. Not six.” Nico grumbled, but he still felt a bit warm at the gesture — he pulled the covers up to his chin to hide the small smile. From John’s knowing smirk, Nico knew he’d failed, but he wasn’t going to be the one to comment on it.

“Night kid.”

“Night, John.” Nico muttered, and he was out in seconds.

John felt a fond smile tug at his lips as he shut the door. The House creaked mockingly as he stepped out into the hallway.

“Shut up.” John said, “You like him, too.”

There was a rattling noise reminiscent of laughter. John huffed and shook his head before he went to his own room.