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clockwayswrites · 6 months

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Danny & Constantine, Orange, Butterscotch Ripple

@imbreonix Prompt fill set #4

It started out as a joke that turned into an actual event: Bring Your Sidekick To Work Day. It sounded absurd, of course it did. The Justice League was hardly work and certainly not a social club, but once it had been said people started to actually think about it. More and more of the heroes were taking on mentorship rolls for the next generation. While the heroes, of course, tried their best to provide what their mentees needed, they were still grown, experienced heroes and their sidekicks were kids.

Kids who lived a life that most could never understand.

Eventually it have been talked about enough in passing and over rushed meals and before meetings that it ended up on the agenda.

“Robin believes it would be beneficial for the younger heroes to know others in the same positions as themselves,” Batman had explained, as if that answered anything. The Big Bat wouldn’t even clarify who Robin was.

But there they were, Bring Your Sidekick To Work Day. It actually was a pretty nice event with snacks, drinks, and several enthusiastic sidekicks. It turned out Robin was Batman’s sidekick.

“Partner,” Robin insisted boldly, whenever the term sidekick was used within his hear range (which was disturbingly good).

The kid was the very opposite of Batman: bright, personable, and always in motion. Flash was more than a little concerned how quickly Robin and Kid Flash seemed hit it off. “They’re plotting something.”

“Hn,” was Batman’s reply, though he was watching the two whispering sidekicks too.

All in all it was a cheerful success.

It made John’s skin crawl. He jiggled the unlit cigarette in his fingers. He didn’t do social events, not outside of bars, and he really, really didn’t want to be here.

“We can just go back to the House,” a small, nervous voice suggested hopefully from behind John.

That was the thing, though, he wasn’t here for his own sake.

“No, we can’t,” John said with a sigh.

“We really can, though. We haven’t even talked to anyone. I bet they haven’t even noticed we’re here—”

“John! I did not think you would be attending,” Wonder Woman said as she approached, a smile in place. A good chunk of the founding members trailed after her.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, well,” John said with a little shrug. He didn’t admonish the kid for cussing, he didn’t have a leg to stand on there, but by Superman’s puzzled face the Big Blue had clearly heard it. “Figured I had better bring the kid.”

“The kid?” Hal repeated incredulously.

John reminded himself he really shouldn’t punch his teammates.

“Yeah, the kid,” John said. He stepped aside to reveal Danny who had been hiding behind him. “Geist, Justice League, Justice League, Poltergeist.”

“Um, who, Constantine?” Flash asked, sounding nervous.

John looked to his right, which for all appearances, was an empty spot of air. “Seriously, kid?”

“Sorry,” Danny whispered.

“It’s okay, kid,” John said, holding back a sigh. The kid was sensitive to that sort of thing, so John had been trying. (He still messed up plenty, but he was trying.) John looked back the Justice Leaguers and shrugged. “Ghost. Visibility is like that sometimes.”

“Ah,” Diana said with a sage nod. John admired the woman for how nothing seemed to phase her. She simply looked to where John had been looking and smiled. “Hello, Poltergeist. Welcome to Bring Your Sidekick To Work Day.”

“Partner!” a kid dressed like a damn traffic light called from across the room where he was talking to who was clearly a mini Flash.

“Oh,” Danny said. (It was clearly weirding out some of the heroes to hear Danny but not see him.) “I’m not… John doesn’t let me help that much? I don’t know if I count as a sidekick.”

“That’s because last time you tagged along you went intangible and fell through a bridge, kid,” John grumbled and then immediately felt bad. “You know we’re working on it.”

“Yeah,” Danny mumbled.

John couldn’t see Danny, not any more than the others, but he could picture the way the kid would be scuffing his toe on the floor, head down as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

John sighed. “Ain’t your fault kid, powers take time to master.”

“Robin,” Batman called.

Immediately the tiny traffic light was literately bounding across the space to stand next to Batman. The kid smiled up at the Big Bat like the man had hung the moon.

“Yes, B?”

“This,” Batman said, nodding to the empty space, “is Poltergeist. He came with Constantine.”

“Oh,” Robin said. He spun to face the spot of air and held out his hand without hesitation. “Come, Kid Flash and I are— um,” Robin shot Batman a look, “talking. You can join us! I bet you will be really useful!”

Flash mouthed the word ‘useful’ with a terrified look on his face, but no one actually said anything while Robin just stood there, smiling, with his hand out. And then Robin’s grin impossibly widened, his hand closed around nothing, and he took off across the room.

“…anyone else worried about that?” John asked after a moment.

“So worried,” Flash said.

“Hn,” Batman added.

“Right then. I need a glass of shitty punch to spike,” John said and abandoned his teammates to find the refreshments. Thank the gods, the fuckers, for hip flasks.

“I live with a ghost now, Bats, you’ve got to up your skills if you want to sneak up on me anymore,” John said before taking another sip of his much improved punch.

Batman stepped up into the corner of John’s vision, which felt like such a Bat thing to do, so John felt the placement was very purposeful. John wouldn’t complain, it let him watch Batman without taking his his eyes off where Danny was sitting with Robin, Kid Flash, and Wonder Girl. Danny was pretty see through, but he was slowly becoming more visible the longer he spent in the company of the other teen heroes.

“How long have you had him?” Batman asked.

John snorted. “That’s what you go with? Not how it works to fuck a ghost?”

Hal and Aquaman weren’t as quiet as they thought they were, but maybe that was on purpose. Maybe they had wanted John to hear. He just hoped the kids hadn’t. He might not have a clean mouth, but even he had limits.

“He doesn’t have to be your blood to be your son,” Batman said in that certain way of his.

It had John finally glancing over at Batman. It was a lot to admit and John hated to be on uneven grounds. “How long have you had yours?”

No one would ever believe him, but John could swear that Batman almost smiled.

“Nearly five years.”

John hummed and took another sip of the punch. “Only six months, not even. And he’s not my son. Kid deserves better than me as a da.”

“They always deserve better,” Batman said, his voice a low rumble that John swore he could feel in his battered bones. “We just have to try to be better.”

“Yeah, well,” John said with a bitter chuckle. “I’m not you, Bats, I don’t think I have better in me.”

“Yes you do, you’re here, after all,” Batman pointed out.

John swallowed and looked back the kid, his kid. Danny was almost solid now. His white hair floated as he threw back his head in laughter at something Robin had said.

“Yeah… yeah I am.”

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AN: So. So. This has gotten away from me. I blame Moku. So much blame. I can't promise I'll continue it but there is... there is a good bit of plotting TO continue it. It would be after I get done with City Pigeons Bleed Green though, as that's my current family feels fic.

If it gets continued we have a John/Bruce tired dads with issues slow burn fuck buddies to lovers, Danny and Dick being friends (and family), canon divergence, Tim joins the Bat family early, Bats with magic (and the world should fear them), and Alfred's judgemental eyebrow.

#dp x dc #dadentine #John Constantine & Danny Fenton #Geist #prompalomp #tired dads

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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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Concept that I feel hasn’t been tapped into with dp x dc:

John Constantine begrudgingly being pals with Danny Phantom. When Danny was just barley ghost king, John summons him in some way to loophole his way out of another deal with a different entity he’s made a contract with. Ya know, a good ol “I’ll sell my soul to multiple entities so they can’t claim my soul or else start a war fighting for it and instead make myself unable to die” for the nth time. Danny doesn’t accept because the concept of owning someone’s soul as unnerving and not morally correct but helps John in whatever situation is needed and John is just bamboozled because he didn’t need to con and loophole his way out of whatever situation he was in and this strange ghost boy is doing it willingly and only asks to stop for some fast food after the fight as payment.

This is the start of a whole bunch of wild circumstances that make John Constantine summon/meet up with phantom to fix some dark magic shenanigans because Danny is one hell of a powerful entity and he doesn’t worry about having to owe back Danny in favors or debts that are magically binding which is a really nice change of pace.

Personally I imagine the vibe that the fandom has decided John and Billy Batson dynamic is like: A Concerned and frankly pitiful attempt of a parental figure with a kid who’s powerful enough to end the world if they felt like it. Added onto that is John freaking out because ‘why did the universe give this freaking child so much power holy shit oh god this could end absolutely terribly what the hell do I do’

Just Constantine and Danny combatting and stopping demons and curses of the hellish variety and just slowly meeting the magic users of the Justice League before meeting everyone as a gradual set up of Constantine, Justice League member, & Danny, stopping smaller arcane based entities/artifacts from causing damage to the world. Ending in Danny meeting the entire Justice League and stopping an insane threat and letting everyone really know just how powerful he is.

OR Constantine calling Danny for some big scale Justice league issue and the magic users freaking the hell out because ‘how the hell does John fuckin Constantine have a leader of an entire dimension/realm in his back pocket for emergency contacts and why do they have a good relationship with eachother’ ?!

#dp x dc #danny phantom #john constantine #batman #justice league #feel free to add to this #I’d love to see what y’all think #fanficton prompt #prompt

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babayagakeanu · 2 months

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it’s not living (if it’s not with you)

pairing: John Constantine/reader

Summary: John realizes there’s nothing more in life that he wants more than you.

**this gif sent me into a short spiral so I had to use it. Like how dare you look at me like that sir?**

You’ve know John since you were in the hospital he stayed at when he attempted to take his life, and since you had a medical background, you have been his person to go to when he needed stitching up. Ever since, you two’ve grown closer over the years, and you harbored a serious crush on John. Something about the way his deep eyes bore into you as you speak, always throwing you off balance. Maybe it was because he was older, ten years older and somehow you go off on that.

Or maybe it was because two weeks ago, he stopped at your doorstep liquored up and gave you the best night of your life. Since that heated, drunken night, he hasn’t come around much, and he was in here every other night. You knew you couldn’t trust him with your feelings. Since when do we trust men with gorgeous eyes, who are tall and charismatic, and tease you endlessly? It was ten o’clock at night, you were fresh out of the shower after a long day and ready to relax for the remainder of your evening in front of your tv. Heating up and eating a microwave dinner, you scroll through the channels before settling on some old 2000s rom-com. Finishing your dinner, you set it on the cheap coffee table in front of you, and just as the movie is getting good, John knocks on your door.

Sighing, you know it’s John because he came up with specific knock to use when he needed somewhere safe to land, or close a hole in his flesh. You swing open the door to find John, bloodied and beaten.

“Oh my fucking God, John!” your gasp comes out as a whisper, being mindful of your other neighbors. “What the fuck happened to you?” You help him inside, half of his weight leaning on you as you guide him to the chair in your kitchen.

“Just a coupla’ really strong demons,” he mutters, “got an whiskey?” Another sigh from you. Always drinking, thinking it’s going to heal his inside problems. You slam a glass down in front of him and pour hima few fingers of whiskey. This will also help manage his pain once you start threading through his skin. Walking to the cabinet in the hallway, you grab the first aid kit, along with a suture and needle, and a pair of slightly rusty scissors.

Sitting down in front of him, you open your kit. “Just keep sipping on your drink, John. I’m gonna start, now.” Wiping down your needle with alcohol, you thread the suture through and the first piercing of the needle is enough to make John wince. He gulps his drink greedily, slamming it down on the table.

“Jesus, you never hold back, do you?” He cracks, exhaling shortly as the second pierce happens. You give him a muttered affirmation and he notices your silence. “Why are you so quiet, y/n?”

You sighs rolling your eyes at him. “ ‘Cause, John, I just am today. I’m not really in the mood for your antics tonight. I lost a patient today, seventeen years old.” John groans a final time as you tie the suture, holding it in place.

“I’m sorry,” He murmurs, reaching for your hand but you recoil, causing John to look at you weird. “Seriously? What’s going on with you, y/n?” He begs you, and you almost give in, ready to tell him to forget about it, but you’ve reached your boiling point.

“You really don’t get anything, do you, John?” You whirl around, anger seeping through your pores. “Do you remember what happened two weeks ago? Or were you just too fucking drunk to remember?” You spit, venom lacing your words.

He looks at you incredulously. “Me? Remember two weeks ago? Y/n, I can barely remember what I had for lunch yesterday. What has got you all wound up?” He defends himself so easily.

“You wanna know what happened?” You shout, getting closer to him, challenging him to see who could shout the loudest.

“Yeah, I think I do!” John barks back, hands on his hips as he leans closer to your face. You could see the anger swirling in his eyes, and this fight is probably not what he needs right now, but it’s what you need.

“Fine!” You shout, “Two weeks ago, you show up here drunk as a skunk, telling me how much you love me, how much you care about me, and then we fuck!” His eyes are widened, and a small flush is making it’s way to his cheeks. You continue, because you’re not quite finished yet. “And the best part about this is that I can’t stop thinking about you, and how I will never feel like that with anyone else but you! That’s the real fucking reason, John!”

Your rant rings through the halls, and the silence makes itself present. John shakes his head, sits back down, and lights a cigarette. “Y/n, I remember.” Is all he says. You give him a look that’s teetering on ‘I’m gonna fucking kill you’ and ‘you’re dead meat’. “Let me finish,” he warns you, “I remember because I woke up in your bed naked, and with the most gorgeous woman lying next to me. You didn’t see me because I left.” He takes a drag of his cigarette and you ask him why.

“I left thinking that I am not worthy of your love, y/n. I’m a bad person with an even worse conscience. I left thinking there is no way in hell, that someone like you chooses to be with me. Y/n, as soon as I met you, it was over for me. Gone were the days of enjoying my solitude, enjoying my loneliness and misery, because there was you. I am not gonna live anymore if it’s not gonna be with you.” Standing up, he takes your hand and lifts you from your chair. Grabbing your face between his hands, he kisses you sweetly. The smell of a freshly smoked cigarette lingers on his lips and you breath him in. Leather and smoke.

“So does that mean?” You ask him, and he laughs.

“Yeah, I love you, kid.” You squeal, smiling through a kiss as you lead him towards your bedroom, where John shows just how much he can’t live without you.

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Just a short one today as I scheme up some new drafts here! I cannot tell you guys how happy I’m back to be in my blog. I deleted the backup before realizing that it would delete my work that I wrote over there, but it’s fine, I wasn’t too happy with that plot for John wick and felt I could do better! Anyways, here’s a Constantine one, because we all love our sexy smart-ass. hugs and kisses!

#smut #john constantine #John Constantine x reader #keanu reeves #fluff

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npcemi · 11 months

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The long road of how starting a fight with superman over clone parenting eventually lead to Danny Phantom become God Part 2:Danny's happy talk with Superman that definitely starts everyone off on the right foot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47818321/chapters/120907324

“It's not right, Dad. Conner shouldn’t be treated like that,” Dani insisted, her eyes glowing fiercely.

“I couldn’t agree more, Dani but I’m not supposed to ‘interfere’ with the matters of ‘mortals’.” Danny responded remembering the latest lecturer he got from the observants. An intro into being one of the most powerful beings in the universe. All it really summed down to was hands-off until absolutely necessary. Being the King was way more boring than he expected.

Danny looked at Clockwork hoping they would side with him. Not wanting to draw attention to himself. He was almost ready to begin his senior year. He didn’t want to go near the JL, they could cause a lot of problems for Amity Park and him personally.

“I think a conversation could be good for both Conner and Kal-El.” Clockwork shifted into their young adult form with a grin. Danny narrowed his eyes, he knew when the Ancient was planning something.

“I guess I can have a talk with him,” Danny sighed as Danielle jumped up thanking him with a big hug.

The main members of the Justice League were called to a meeting by John Constantine. He wanted to discuss a potential threat to the supernatural from the US government. The members were hesitant to come to the meeting, however, after some convincing from Bruce that Constantine’s issue was legitimate they all agreed to come. John started his slideshow.

The topic was an intro to the supernatural and how we should leave it alone. There was a collective mirth among the attendees because anyone who knew the man knew that he could not leave well enough alone. It could be said that Constantine preferred to poke at the supernatural with a stick until something interesting happened.

“As you all know, after a ghost single-handedly took out hundreds of US government facilities and went with The Pandora to the US Congress to get them to not nuke the Infinite realms. A measure which only barely passed and still left corrupt laws and the government organization that was going to Nuke the realms intact.”

“And then they learned not to start dimensional warfare and ideally leave those threats to us, no big.” The flash interjected. Constantine pinched the bridge of his nose. They had a long way to go.

“Mate, it’s a big deal. Out of all the special entities they could piss off, they pissed off the one who should not under any circumstances even risk irritating the tiniest bit.” Before anyone could respond a new unfamiliar voice sounded from the other side of the room.

“Hi, sorry to interrupt your meeting, but I need to talk to Superman.” Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice. They saw a teen whose age was hard to place. He looked like he could be as young as fourteen yet somehow at the same time as old as nineteen. He had a soft glow to him. He had fluffy white hair and Lazarus green eyes. On his left arm, he had Lichtenberg figures racing up his left arm that were eventually covered by a black T-shirt with a green NASA logo, blue jeans, and Converse-style shoes where the canvas was green like the boy’s eyes and the rubber parts were black. Everyone was too focused on the boy to notice Constantine drop the cigarette from his mouth. His eyes were wide, his jaw slack, and his hands shaking. Superman got up to greet the boy and walked up to him.

“How did you get in here?”

“Portal, but that’s not important. We need to talk.” Superman grossly misinterpreted the Boy’s reasoning for needing to talk.

“I see, well I’m Superman, but you can call me Clark.” The man of steel shook the boy’s hand.

“I'm Danny Fenton, Phantom, Danny Phantom.” Danny was pissed at himself for that mistake. He never let the secret identity slip, of course, it had to happen in front of his heroes. Unfortunately, that slip-up confirmed Superman’s misconception.

“It’s always good to meet a new hero, I would be happy to help mentor you, there’s even a team of young heroes around your age I can introduce you to,” Danny held his hand up in a full stop motion.

“I don’t need a mentor, look Clark we need to talk.”

“Look kid, I know it doesn’t seem like it…” Danny pursed his lips and Constantine let out a desperate sound somewhere between a groan and a croak.

“Not a Kid…”

“Look, I know you think you’re mature at this age, but a new meta like you….”

“I’m not a meta, I’m a ghost, ya know dead and everything.” As Danny explained, Superman once again misinterpreted Danny’s intentions, also thinking this was some grand test Constantine organized.

“I see, so how did you die, who killed you and how can we help?” Superman said with undeserved confidence. Constantine finally out of his shock muttered a small desperate “Aww fuck.”

Danny’s reaction was almost unnoticeable except for a small flash of green in his eyes. Internally he had a flashback. The feeling of the electricity burning its way through his body tearing it apart. The pain of all his muscles being forced to contract. The smell of his flesh burning, the echo of his scream, the feeling of the wave of ectoplasm that tore him apart and reconstructed him cell by cell. The memories and emotions. How betrayed he felt that his parents left the lab unguarded and basically allowed him to die. His anger at them for having the on switch on the inside of the portal. The worry about if the portal out right exploded and hurt his friends and sister. The despair he felt that his life was cut short, how he would never become an astronaut. Never see Space. He relived all of this in an instant.

Danny grabbed Superman and threw him through the nearest wall in frustration. He took a second to look at the damage he caused. Glad it was only one wall that he threw the man through. He had finally gotten the hang of his power level, thankful for this new base form that limited his power.

“Ope, sorry about that, but Clark we really need to talk about your son Conner.” Superman picked himself up angry that this untrained meta kid lost his temper over something so stupid as a question as to how they could help him. Now the kid wants to talk about that thing Lex created.

“You mean the clone, that thing?” Superman asked, wondering when Conner had time to even talk to this new kid he never heard of before.

“Excuse you?” Danny said with a wave of sharp anger. He called a clone a thing. He called someone like his daughter, the most important person in the world to him. He called them a thing. Bruce was perceptive enough to see Danny’s rising anger. He attempted to tell Danny he had been working with Clark on how to work with Conner. The dark knight’s attempt to placate Danny failed.

“What do you mean excuse me, look I was violated and that clone is nothing but an imperfect reminder of that violation!”

“And your feelings are perfectly valid, but that doesn’t excuse you for treating Conner like shit.” Danny ground out.

“But watch yourself when speaking about the Mirror Born in my presence,” Danny warned as his voice now carried an unnatural echo. The Man of Steel scoffed at the term Mirror Born, did this kid really celebrate, perhaps even honor such violations of genetic autonomy? Clark was about to speak up before being interrupted by Constantine.

“Supes, please just shut the fuck…”

“Mind your own business, Constantine.” Superman ordered before turning to Danny.

“Look, kid, you don’t need to use some fancy new term to placate the feelings of those things, none of them are here. I need you to understand, I do tolerate Conner.” Danny’s mind boiled with rage. It was clear that he wasn’t going to get through to the man. He couldn’t even start the conversation properly. No wonder his daughter seemed so out of sorts. He only had two words to use to respond to the supposed hero.

“Fright Knight!” His order echoed through the realms as the massive black armored knight appeared behind Superman and sent the soul shredder through his chest sending him to the nightmare dimension before disappearing.

The justice league didn’t know what happened. All they knew Danny did was something to Superman, so they all attacked. Well, everyone except Dr. Fate, Shazam, Constantine, and Zatanna. Danny casually evaded all of their attacks, not even the Flash using his speed could touch Danny despite the Flash feeling like he was still faster than the boy. Danny kept this up for ten minutes before ordering the Fright Knight once again.

Superman popped back into existence. Danny slammed Superman to the ground and released an ectoplasmic wave of energy that knocked all the other heroes back. With a foot on Superman's chest, he spoke his voice loudly echoing through the room. If anyone was paying attention they would have heard a second almost feminine voice layering in over Danny’s.

“Listen to me closely Kal-El, you need to realize that the mirror born have their own life. Their own hopes, and fears. They could even be progressively aged faster, however, they still seek the same things any of us do. Love, acceptance, guidance, a sense of belonging are all they ask for from us.

I suggest getting a therapist to work through your issues, however, I will give you one month to begin to repair your relationship with Conner.” Danny then pulled a bunch of various pamphlets on top of Superman. They ranged from, ‘so you’ve been cloned’, ‘how to forgive a clone who tried to kill you’, all the way to ‘how to raise your clone as your own child’.

Danny then turned to look at Constantine, “It looks like you just started your lessons on dealing with ghosts.” There was a distinctive change in Danny, his eyes were the biggest change. The sclera was bright green and his pupils were the darkest black that Constantine had ever seen. It was like they had absorbed all light leaving nothing behind. Like endless black holes.

“John Thomas Constantine, ̸̢̪̉t̵͉̩͊̌é̴͚a̴͔̥͆̂c̸̪̳̔͝h̷̖̞̃̎ ̶̢͔̅͐ę̸̘̈́̕v̸̝͙̈̊e̷̗͚͋ṙ̴̞̜y̸͕̤̒ǫ̸͕̉̔n̸̯̄e̵̥̠̓͗ ̷̢̧̄h̸̟͗o̴̺̩̅w̷̝͌ ̵͚̈́́t̷̖̍̀o̵̠͝ ̴͖̍͠ͅp̸̡̞̎̌r̸̞̝͋͘o̶̎̎͜p̵̰̉ͅę̶̛̔r̸̦̻̂ļ̷̳̏ÿ̷̭̺́ ̵͚̗̅͘ŕ̶͎̇e̷̛̯͊s̸͔̃̄p̸͘ͅe̵̢̘̍ĉ̷̺̜̄ţ̷͗̕ͅ ̷̩͉͆t̸̥͔̔̐h̸̻̊e̴̝͘̕ ̸͉́͂ ̸͓̱͌́a̴̢̓n̶̺̺͂̋c̸̗͋͜ị̶̀̀ḛ̷̭̀͊n̷̳͍̾t̸͓̭͠s̷̩͆͛.

I suggest you start with etiquette.”

There was definitely another voice layered with Phantom’s, it was a feminine voice that was exactly a perfect fifth above Phantom’s own. Danny tilted his head and looked at the occultist with a grin that looked like a feral saber-toothed cat before disappearing. Constantine turned to look at Superman who was being helped to his feet by Wonder Woman and Batman.

“Clark how the absolute fuck did you manage to piss off the King of the Infinite Realms before we even sent a delegation to smooth things over with him, you absolute wanker!”

#dpxdc #dpxdc au #dp x dc fanfic #dp #danny fenton #Danny Phantom #Superman is a dick #Constantine wants a new job

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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.

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reverseflashes · 9 months

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Hello!

I’m trying to write a story or at least a short one. Where Constantine and Raven cross paths with the Rogues. I have a pretty good idea for it but even though I’ve read comics. I still don’t fully understand them I need an idea about there personality and fighting style. I’m hoping that with your help and a few other Rogue fans. I can get a better idea. Cause finding proper information is like finding a needle in a haystack for them. Constantine is literally the easiest out of all of them.😭

I really hope for good information. I want to do right by them.🥺

Anyway my chosen Rogue’s are… Captain Cold, Heatwave, Mirror Master, Weather Wizard, Captain Boomerang and Trickster (Axel Walker).

Basically the ones in comics right now.

P.S. I’m also mad about Owen. He had so much potential.

Every time I checked my inbox and saw this meage on top, I reminded myself to answer it some time the same day. And every time, I forgot. I don't even know where to begin to apologize, nonnie, especially it's been exactly a month since you've sent me this. I hope, if you are still around, and if you see this, you can forgive me. And if you are pissed at me, then you are completely right too I'M SO SORRY I SWEAR

To be honest, I can read every issue every Rogues member has ever appeared in (and for some members, I did lol) and still would not be good at answering questions like this. I'll tag few blogs I know post about the Rogues at the end of my response and tag this properly so that more people will see it and hopefully share their opinions as well. :)

I apologize in advance if this is very scattered, all over the place but I've never been very good at explaining stuff like this so... yeah.

I'm assuming the fight takes between John&Raven and the Rogues.

The Rogues are Flash's villains. And Flash has superspeed; and having superspeed comes with infinite amount of skills and abilities. There is really nothing a speedster can't do. So how does the Rogues, a bunch of non-powered criminals (except for Mark, if we want to go into a bit detail lol) with only their gadgets and costumes keep up with him? How can a speedster like Barry Allen can struggle against the Rogues sometimes?

The answer is that the Rogues have the advantage of planning their heists in advance. Excessive planning, may I add! Rogues don't have to keep up with Flash's whereabouts, because Flash will always go where the Rogues exactly want him. But the Flash doesn't have the advantage of always anticipating the Rogues' next move. There are so many other reasons of course but no need to go into more details. So, in your story, whether the Rogues plans the fight with John and Raven ahead or if it occurs completely spontaneous, I believe the Rogues wouldn't be caught off guard. I mean, they fight speedsters on a weekly basis, so it is hard for them to get intimitated by anyone else.

Now another thing, and I don't know if it's just me or if it is a fandom thing, but I always got the impression that Rogues hate magic. Like I always believed that to be a fact. They don't like it at all. Maybe "superpowers" is what they really don't like but I guess, to them, it's all the same.

Len in The Flash #750

Rogues don't want to get involved in anything that is above their paygrade. They hate their plans getting out of control and things getting messy and magic IS messy, that is an understatement. So you can use this in the story; they will fight John and Raven if they have to, but they won't care about winning. Of course, they CAN win the fight, but if you use the canon fact that the Rogues never faced John and Raven before in your story, then I assume winning wouldn't be their priority. They'll buy themselves time while putting the capes through their paces (damn right 😎).

You can focus on the Rogues' gadgets as well. In my personal opinion, Mirror Gun is the most powerful and dangerous out of all of them: it can open portals, it can create duplicates, it can fire bolts of light energy, IT CAN HYPNOTIZE AND MIND CONTROL PEOPLE, it can be used to transmute objects into glass, it can be used for dimensional travel, it can trap people inside those mirror dimensions etc... (SOURCES: here and here)

Here is a panel of Sam blinding Wonder Woman with his Mirror Gun. Justice League America #158

I put this panel especially because Wonder Woman is heavily affiliated with magic.

You can find more info on their gadgets on the internet, and if you'd like, I can look into it and send you some links if I can find anything.

I was gonna mention Hartley and his flute too but I realized that he isn't in the Rogues in your story so I'll skip that.

And lastly, I'd recommend you read New Year's Evil: Rogues, a one-shot where the Rogues are in the land of Zhutan searching for a powerful sun disk of Meshta (the creator god of the Saravistraism- DC’s version of Zoroastrianism) to make their souls eternally free from Neron (DC’s version of Satan). It involves heavy supernatural themes so maybe it helps.

Also, Teen Titans: Cold Case might be a good read. There is a fight between Teen Titans and the Rogues and although magic isn't in the center, Rogues fight against members Cyborg, Red Devil and Wonder Girl (Cassie). (And Vic and Tim actually admit that they couldn't take the Rogues!)

And most importantly, they fight as a TEAM and a FAMILY. Their diverse skills and abilities complete each other, thanks years of working and planning and fighting together side by side.

Soooo yeah. I'm pretty sure I forgot half the things I was gonna add and forty thousand anecdotes but that's why I'll tag some of the awesome people in the Rogues fandom underneath this so that they can add their own opinions as well. If they want, of course, no pressure! Please feel free to ignore this.

Thank you so very very very much for your message nonnie. And I'm so so so very sorry for taking so long to answer it. I hope I made it up to you a little.

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Hhmmmm I have been inspired. Have a Constantine and Billy drabble.

“Hey, John, you there? John? Hello? Is the mirror on? Jooohhn! I can see you, ya know. C’mon turn around! C’moncmoncmon pleeeaaas--”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Constantine threw the scrolls down on the desk and whipped around, snagging the cig from edge and glaring at the two-way mirror that sat innocently upon the bookshelf, right where he left it. Right where he could see and hear for whenever one trouble-prone Billy Batson could reach him. The little shit was lucky John deemed pants a worthy effort that day. “What?”

Billy grinned at him, all bright eyed and apple cheeked and very obviously up to no good. It was hardly a wonder why John liked the brat so much. “Do you know how I can get to the veil without actually going through it? I mean, how Marvel could?”

Sometimes, he also really hated how much he liked him.

Through the steady stream of smoke as inhaled and exhaled, John squinted suspiciously at the kid as he tossed the words about in his head for a moment. “Why the fuck do you wanna go there? Not trying to bring someone back from the dead, are you? Cause necromancy is nasty shit, especially for the Big Cheese.”

“No! I am not doing necromancy. I just need to get to the... the midpoint. Not quite here, but not there yet.” And he said all that in a way John was sure Billy thought he was being rightly clever. That he could dance around saying outright what he wanted, using half truths and side steps, as if John Constantine wasn’t the fucking master of that particular game.

“You mean you wanna get to the Crossroads.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.”

Well, John had to give him that - he knew when to not bullshit the bullshitter.

“No.”

“John--!”

“Do you even know what the Crossroads are? Literally and figuratively and spiritually - do you?”

“I mean--”

“No, no. Lemme finish.” He took a long drag just to give the kid time to pout and rethink whatever nonsense he wanted to get into. “The Crossroads aren’t for the likes of you nor me, got it. Because you know who resides?”

“Well, kinda--”

“The fuckin’ Fates, that’s who! And unless you’re going to them to tell personally and explicitly to fuck off, you’re not setting foot passed this plane of reality. Understood?”

Billy sighed loud and dramatic. A 50/50 on if John’s words got through. “I’m not trying to contact the Fates, John.”

Oh. Well, that was good.

Still, woulda been a joy to hear about bright and shiny Champion of Magic telling Fates to shove it.

“Then, why the fuck- This isn’t another stupid fuckin’ game Klarion is trying to rope you into, is it? Or a sorry sob story some poor dead sop gave to you about not wanting to move on? Cause there is no goddamn reason you should be having any sort of business there.” And the more Billy delayed telling him the actual truth, the antsier John got. But he knew, deep in his rotted, wicked heart, he knew how to follow these steps. Knew the script Billy wrote by because that was how he lived this long - testing the waters before going head first. John appreciated every wary bone in that kid’s body. Something had to balance out the overwhelming sense of compassion.

This time when Billy sighed, it was more resigned. More coming to terms with the inevitable fact that he was the one that contacted John because he needed to know something, and no matter what, John would tell it to him straight. Wouldn’t tell him no on the sole basis of whatever bullshit the League of Goody Fucks would feed him. Constantine may still very well say no, but he at least gave a good damn reason, thanks.

Blue gaze right on John, “I have business there cause I need to contact the Goddess Hekate to invite her to dinner.”

Oh, for fucks sake.

“Oh, for fucks sake, kid.”

#billy batson #john constantine #Me? combining my current hyperfixation with my undying love for these two magical miscreants?#its more likely than you think #anyway giving my Goddess Hek some acknowledgement and love here #because uh. Goddess of Witchcraft and magic. Champion of Magic. it makes sense #It doesnt make sense to John. At all. But he generally tries to avoid any and all gods #also that one in particular is fucking terrifying. please yall. her domains are vast.#but yeah Billy wants to idk. have a nice chat and dinner with her. Maybe a graveyard picnic.#Shes heard aaaalll about him from her main girl Persephone. so she'll agree.#Ive been wanting to stretch my banter muscles. esp with Billy since ive gone on an unexpected hiatus #maybe this will help. or some more drabbles #shazam #captain marvel

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hello sorry for the ask but I was curious about something! I am a British Hellblazer fan and I noticed you’re from the states. Do you think Hellblazer or Constantine in general is read different over there? Other than the obv amount of “haha he’s a limey” jokes?

oh, never apologize for asking things! i like being able to answer any questions you might have <3 it’s a safe space here, promise.

but personally, for the politics that i didn’t fully understand ( especially at the start of the story ) i did research for. like i now know an absurd amount about british politics of the late 1900s because of him. some things will go right over your head if you’re american, i think.

it also comes down to what the culture was like at the time, and some vernacular that differs. i’m lucky enough to have british friends that make fun of me for questioning what they’re talking about sometimes ( all in good fun though; i giggle a lot ), and that helped a bit. when i was younger, though, sometimes i wouldn’t entirely pick up what john was putting down.

i mean, you see how american writers handle him- political topics are never touched despite him originally being an extremely political character- versus how british writers do.

overall, though, i think americans won’t fully understand the context without that extra research. i read it the first time through as an american, researching things i didn’t understand. then, by now, i’ve reread it quite a few times, and it’s better to read hellblazer with that understanding. most of the history and scenarios are within england, and his points of view are similar to myself but to really understand how strange he is, or how unique he is, you need to understand the time period and the location he’s in.

but that’s just my opinion! i think it’s definitely a different read if you’re from the states versus if you’re actually from the u.k. just because of the different backgrounds, if that makes sense.

#asks #john constantine #hellblazer

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I’ve been inquiring into Orthodoxy for a few months (coming from protestantism) and I don’t know for certain yet if I will choose to convert, I guess because I have a few hangups. I attended Divine Liturgy at my local parish for the first time last week and intend to continue worshipping with them and talking to the priests there, but I figured I would bring my questions to you as well.

I’ve been watching interviews and talks from Dr. Jeannie Constantinou, who seems absolutely brilliant and I love her. I’ve heard her explain at least 5 different times now this notion of “phronema,” basically the mind of the Church (the mind of the Apostles, as taught by Christ) and how the Eastern phronema is so different from the West because of the West’s emphasis on human reasoning. I appreciate mystery; mysticism and apophatic theology is what attracted me to Orthodoxy in the first place. But while denouncing Western appeals to reason and emphasizing appeals to Tradition and the mysteries therein, two examples she brought up were same-sex marriage and universalism, basically saying that no matter how reasonable an argument one might make, it’s not Tradition and therefore invalid.

While I’m honestly not sure what to believe about homosexuality (I have pro-LGBT leanings personally but am unconvinced either way I guess), I believe in a “Biblical Universalism,” the idea that Hell is temporary and ultimately corrective rather than punitive, like a furnace to purify gold of any dross. It makes the most philosophical sense to me, I see it in the Scriptures, and (most importantly in this context) I see it as historical.

I’ve read a summary of the points brought up in the book “Universalism, The Prevailing Doctrine of the Christian Church During Its First Five Hundred Years” by John Wesley Hanson and found them to be very compelling. It seems to show that universalism ought to have been preserved in Tradition, but for many reasons did not, and instead the idea of eternal torment in Hell has solidified.

Now we’re in a spot where the likes of the brilliant Dr. Constantinou is saying that, no matter how reasonable a stance like this might seem, we cannot rely on our own reasoning, as she appeals to the Apostolic Tradition. Truly, I don’t want to be prideful or arrogant, and I wish to conform my thinking in all ways to Christ. But it seems that such a stance should have been Tradition all along.

Please, how can I reconcile this? I think I want to participate in the Orthodox life. I like your worship, your prayers, your fasting, your asceticism, your mysticism, and (the bulk of) your theology. I think Orthodoxy is likely the closest to ancient Christianity. But must I take your tradition as wholly infallible? Is this an issue I need to humble myself on and conform to, or can I truly be welcomed if this is my view?

Tradition isn't "wholly infallible" because, for the most part, it was created by man. In general Orthodoxy teaches that, although we do have all we need for Salvation, some things we do not know for sure and that sometimes we must rexamine said tradition for new truths. Homosexuality wasn't really explored by the early fathers because homosexuality as we know it didn't exist. I think people see the Bible (and the words of the Church Fathers) as too black and white rather than something nebulous and deep. A common belief in the Orthodoxy of the people is something called "Hopeful Universalism" wherein those who believe it (myself included) argue that because God is infinitely loving and good then he would likely wish to reconcile all sinners to him but that we cannot know for sure and that free choice presupposes that there must be an option for those who might never choose to reconcile. You'll find that Orthodoxy has a lot of variation in belief, just ask about our infinite arguments over if Toll Houses are literal, a metaphor or heresy! I think you're a lot like me my sibling in Christ and I'm still here! Keep at it my friend.

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Just a Quick Puff | John Constantine x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: HOHOHO

“We have each other, and that’s all we need” - John Constantine x M!Reader

summary: getting high in the woods with John is all fun and games... maybe a bit more fun than anything.

tws: swearing, drug use, weed

The woods were cold and dark as you sat on the concrete ledge inside the hidden tunnels, able to see the water glisten and glitter with the soft glow of the stars, tilting your head back as you closed your eyes and dared to smile a little, a giggle starting to bubble in your stomach, moving one leg so that it hung over John's; his dirty blonde hair messy as he held the joint in his fingers, a daft grin across his features as he looked at you.

The woods were so quiet, the trees hardly whispering as the wind blew through them softly, bushes not even daring to move; you took the joint when he offered it, taking a long drag as you hummed softly, letting the weed hit you properly. John couldn't keep his eyes off of you, taking in the sight of you like it was the only thing that mattered; the tattered camouflage trousers, the blue jumper paired with the thick red fleece, dirty pale grey trainers. Fuck, you looked so good. So fucking handsome. He'd been with and seen many handsome men in his time, none quite lived up to you.

He took the joint back, humming quietly as he took note of your features, the reflective stars in the water shining upon them and making you look so divine; silver lights illuminating your features with soft streaks. You looked like you were sent by some higher power. You dazzled him. But he couldn't ignore the weight of your leg on his; how you so casually threw it over like it didn't send shockwaves down his spine and cause a certain heat to bubble in his stomach. Shit, he should leave.

Everyone he ever dared about, John ended up hurting. Badly. He didn't want to hurt you, too.

The weed was starting to get to him as John leaned in real close and caught the side of your jaw with his hand, but soon decided against it and he had a couple more puffs before giving you the joint and letting you finish it off before you chucked it into the water. All paper and roach.

An absolutely wonderful noise hit John's ears suddenly, echoing and drifting through the woods like the most brilliant of songs; the gentle sound of your laughter as you leaned into his side and put your hand on his chest. "I thought you were gonna kiss me!"

"I was," John shrugged. "What's funny about that?"

"Well, for a start, I'm not your type," you pointed out, struggling to form the words as giggles left your lips. "C'mon, we all know that!"

But the thing was, you were John's type in every sense; your body, your personality, it was all his type. The only thing that stopped him from crossing the line was the fact that he didn't want to hurt you. Everyone around him was in the line of fire, would have to go through trenches and wire just to avoid the worst of it; everyone around him always got hurt. Everyone. He didn't want the same to happen to you; sure, you were used to seeing pain. You went around with Jesse and Cassidy for long enough before you met John to get used to the sight of pain.

His eyes caught a scar on your wrist, but he did his best to ignore it as he clenched his jaw and sighed; letting you fall with your head on his lap, reaching up to gently trace his jaw. The sharp feeling of his short stubble making you laugh with how it tickled your fingertips. Fuck, he really wanted to kiss you, the feeling of your head on his lap as he sucked in a harsh breath; giggly and tingling from the weed as he grinned down at you. Taking your wrist and pressing his lips to the palm of your hand for a moment.

"You are, though, (y/n). You're my type in every way, mate... but everyone around me gets hurt so I... I shouldn't."

You shook your head, getting up and straddling his lap, nearly pinning him against the harsh and cold wall, reaching into the pocket of his trench coat so that you could pull out the cigarettes; you even dared to laugh softly as you pressed your face against his neck, breathing in his scent and clumsily pressing an open mouthed kiss to his neck.

"I'm a tough boy, I can look after myself. I don't need protection, or for you to worry. I'm a big boy, John. We have each other, and that's all we need."

John couldn't stop himself, grabbing the back of your neck as he pulled you in close, crashing his mouth against yours; it was harsh yet lazy and sloppy, not so much focused on being good at it as much as feeling the pleasure that came with it. Hot breaths tangling. Teeth scraping against a bottom lip. The feeling of a tongue pushing past a slightly open mouth. Little moans and whimpers. Needy jerks and harsh grabs of jackets.

But then you pulled away, and John nearly wanted to protest; he was so warm all of a sudden, the urge to laugh deep in him as he stared at you. Bathed in starlight and moonlight. He grabbed the back of your neck a little harder, fingers digging into the skin as he let out a soft growl.

"Don't let me hurt you," he told you with a shake of his head. "If it gets too much, walk away. Don't stick around."

"I won't," but the words didn't resonate properly when you started to giggle, biting at the inside of your lip as you tried not to grin. "You're so goddamn pretty, John."

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YEAH my point is literally just some constantine fans on here do need to realise canon in one universe is not canon in all💔 he's very mischaractised by a lot of the fandom and ppl forget like. yeah he's an asshole but he cares deep down he just doesn't know what to Do. i personally don't really like how john is written in anything other than vertigo universe (show is an exception tho i felt as if the writing DID lack a bit and couldve been better so im hoping for a reboot!) bc they've just softened him up lately and it sucks. I don't like how dc deal with his queerness too and I feel like that's the reason there r a lot of fans who don't realise he's bisexual and idk why but it bugs me. his queerness is very important in the comics and I wish dc dealt w it in a better way lol anyways I want them to get new writers for him OR make a new comic series for him. I want to see the more "darker" constantine again and I want his bisexuality much more visible like it was in vertigo. being an autistic and queer dc fan sucks

you made some very good points there anon. can't have shit here in dc as a constantine fan.

#im just tired at this point #of seeing him appear everywhere just to be like omg thats the magic man #the closest thing we got to vertigo was the sandman universe one #and it didn''t even continue #it IS hard being an autistic queer dc fan.#but yeah. at some point you gotta stop caring about every bad take you see of him. bc as a constantine fan that's mostly what you'll get #answered #johnstantine #john constantine #constantine

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3,678 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

Submitted Prompts #5

After Danny became the Ghost King, the entire magic community learned that the King was available for summons again. Slight issue: Danny is different from the previous King. His summoning circle has completely different requirements that everyone is rushing to figure out for their own purpose.

3,848 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

So what if the “No metas in Gotham” thing scared Danny Fenton away from Gotham City?

What if Danny gets a grant or scholarship at Central City University?

What if Danny gets an internship job as an assistant Forensic Scientist at the Central City Police Department?

Ok so hear me out:

The Rouges in Central City are much more chill and jokey than most superhero protected cities and have a good relationship with The Flash and would remind Danny of Amnity in that sense.

Danny’s entire obsession with protection and also a likely mentality of “Police and law enforcement have been horrible to me in the past so I will do everything I can to make sure what happens to me happens to no one else” would make him strive to be an honest protector of the people. He could be a cop and Barry Allen works with him because he knows that Danny isn’t corrupt. A reverse Batman and Jim Gordon if you will. He could also be a Forensic Scientist that recently joined CCPD and Barry Allen is assigned to be his mentor to show him the ropes. Either way The Flash grows to respect and care for this really strange kid who’s eyes sometimes look green as a trick of the light.

Danny using his powers to help solve murders, crimes, and ghostly shenanigans in Central City by talking to the local paranormal entities and recently deceased and pretending that he just is really really good at his job (well he is, but he has a bit of ghostly help.)

The Flash and Kid Flash notice this strange white haired meta zipping around and go to meet him and find out that he’s roughly Wally’s age. The speed force feels a bit strange around this kid, Like he’s been a part of multiple time altering changes. He doesn’t seem malicious though and the kid is really funny so Barry is going to let this ghostly meta do his own thing.

Phantom and The Flash start teaming up. Having an extra person in a battle is always nice. The Flash also notices that this Phantom kid is always DELIGHTED to fight Captain Cold. What The Flash expected to be a long battle that would end in almost frostbite and a long night with little to no sleep ended up being a five minute excursion. The Phantom reveling in the low temperatures and freezing Captain Cold’s cold gun and feet with a more crystalline and shinier type of ice. Instantly ending the battle.

Phantom fights Abra Kadabra and loudly complains to Abra while fighting how stupid Abra’s gimmick is and that it doesn’t look like real magic.

Phantom helps dismantle Weather Wizards plan to blot out the sun by simply turning the giant storm clouds that the Wizard summoned into snow.

The Flash is completely dumbfounded when the Reverse Flash shows up at his work, taunts Barry Allen, when Phantom comes out of nowhere, possesses The Reverse Flash, who then asks the location of the nearest containment facility that’ll house a speedster. Danny/Reverse Flash proceeds to run himself to the location, lock himself in, and exit Thawne’s body. The amount of awe Barry feels can’t even be put to words. Barry Allen’s arch nemesis. Defeated by a ghostly kid who has bi weekly hangouts with his nephew to binge watch D-list horror movies. What the fuck.

Danny has a great relationship with Barry. The two quickly bond over being quippy and aren’t annoyed when the other is consistently late to every possible meet up. Danny is incredibly dexterous and knows his way around the lab and Barry is happy to chat with someone who happily will talk back and ramble on about their life and has a genuine want to help others.

If Barry asks Batman on tips with how to take care of an overworked and constantly exhausted kid that’s between him and the Bat.

Barry mentally adopts this strange coworker and if he spotted the kid behind the CCPD building turning into Phantom? That’s none of his business and for Danny to reveal to him on his own time.

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I saw one of your Short DPXDC Prompts and was inspired by this….

I understand that cloning a Kryptonian was not easy for Luthor's people, so they added human DNA…

but I remember that it has been mentioned in some places that treatments/conditions are needed to mix the DNA of the two species and that they are mostly only accessible in Superman's fortress…

So I got to this madness… Somehow, (possibly GIW or even Vlad) Danny's ectoplasm gets to Luthor Corp. and some scientist had the bright idea to use it as a stabilizer, it wasn't enough to stabilize a Kryptonian Clone, but for a Human/Kryptonian hybrid. ..

And of course, nobody knew that said chemical substance was DNA of the new King of the Infinite Realms…

Mikami your MIND-

This is just beautiful. What would that make Connor? 1/4 ghost? 1/8th ghost? Idk but using halfa DNA to bind the two different species DNA together is SO GOOD dude.

Looks like Connor has another Dad and he’ll do anything to find him and get some answers

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My #1 post of 2022

Danny is walking along in Gotham and trips and falls into a massive puddle. Instead of making a splash or hitting the cold wet floor, he simply goes through the ground and turns invisible as he falls.

Now imagine you are a Gotham vigilante just chilling on the rooftops and you see this scrawny ass black haired kid just eat shit and fall face first toward a puddle and just sink into the puddle with barley even a ripple. Completely vanishing from sight. The bafflement and chaos that would ensue from that… truly marvelous.

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starsofmilos · 2 years

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The Detective (Adrian Chase x witch reader)

Request: okay okay but for one of your witch!reader fics, I think you should add in john constantine and zatanna in for fun. like, especially with witch!reader around. it'd be great

AHH I was excited for this! I hope this came out as good as I wanted it too. I was really nervous writing this haha. There’s another witch reader fic that I’m like really really excited to make after this, but after this one I’m gonna do another request then another witch reader one shot! I’m trying to make sure to even it out.

witch masterlist

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, jealous Adrian, violence, small amount of angst, mostly fluff, witchcraft, demons

Something was wrong.

You didn’t know what it was or who it was, but it was wrong.

Someone was coming for you and it was worrying you. You’d been spending days meditating trying to find who it was or what it was. You had kept it from Adrian not wanting to worry him.

It could be nothing.

But considering how good your intuition is you knew the likely of that was wrong. Your magic had been basically screaming at you to prepare. It had been a while since you had gotten a feeling this bad,

The last time this happened another magic user had been after you. You sighed finding nothing. If someone or something was after you, they had to be a good enough magic user that you couldn’t sense them.

You jumped hearing the door behind you close. Adrian screamed as you sent the coffee mug next to you flying towards him. It stopped before it could hit him.

“You scared me...” He grabbed the cup in the air setting it down gently.

“Sorry didn’t mean too. You okay dude? I noticed you’ve kinda been on edge lately.” You nodded reassuring Adrian.

“Yeah yeah..I’m fine. I’ve just been a bit paranoid lately.” You set yourself down standing up walking to Adrian.

He smiled pulling you into a hug. “Do you know why you’ve been paranoid?”

You could’ve told him. You probably should’ve. Adrian though had been on a good streak as of late. You both had been. You didn’t wanna kill his lucky steak by making him worried about you.

“Yeah I’m good. Oh my lunch is over! I gotta open the shop again.” You kissed his cheek walking out.

“You didn’t eat anything though?” You shrugged.

“Not too hungry if you wanna be nice, would you go get me my favorite?”

“Crab rangoons?” You nodded with a big smile.

“Alright I’m going.” Adrian kissed you before grabbing his keys.

“Oh tonight I’m gonna stay out longer. I got a lead on some people I’ve been tracking for a while.” You nodded.

“Alright be safe okay..Make sure to take your crystal in case you need me.” He nodded slapping your butt as you walked by.

You glared at him before taking off.

“Hey I’m getting you crab rangoons!” You nodded muttering under your breath at his words.

You sighed flipping your sign to open not knowing of the trouble that was about to enter your shop.

Sitting at your desk, you began stamping the new books you had gotten with your price gun not really caring when you heard the bell at the door chime.

“Hi welcome! I have a new shipment that’s not ready yet, but you’re more than welcome to look around with what I have right now on the shelves. If you’re looking for anything particular go ahead and ask.”

You sighed before stopping in your step. You couldn’t sense this persons presence. Looking up, you saw a man walking around your shelves.

Who was he? Why couldn’t you feel his presence?

Physically you could see him, but you couldn’t sense him. You probably wouldn’t have known he entered the shop had the bell not rang.

He was blonde and wore a trench coat. He hummed a small tune as he scanned through the horror section you had. You grew uneasy jumping a bit as the door chimed. Adrian walked in flashing you a smile.

“Hi my love.” He walked around the counter giving you a kiss. “Hi..” You whispered out taking the bag from him.

“There was no line so I got you the crab cream cheese rangoons and I remembered the sweet and sour sauce. I also brought you some veggie egg rolls, because you need more than rangoons in your system.”

You smiled grateful for Adrian. “Thanks Adrian..Love you.” You kissed him as he grinned widely.

“Okay I’ma get ready to head out. You gonna be okay on your own?” You nodded hugging him tightly.

Adrian grew a bad feeling in his gut. Something was telling him not to leave you, but you seemed fine. You told him to go.

“Maybe I should stay in tonight-”

“No Adrian. I’ll be okay! Get going love.” You wanted him out of the store away from the man who you could not sense.

Adrian hummed a bit still uneasy, but you kissed him reassuring him once more. He sighed reluctantly agreeing.

“Okay I love you..” Adrian grinned hearing you.

“I love you too.” He walked out glancing back at you once more. You pretended to continue stamping the books knowing he was watching.

Once he was out of view though, you put the stamp down looking for the man who had been wandering your shop.

“Lovely boyfriend.” You turned to your right seeing him holding three books. He had a British accent and was quite tall.

“Oh..thank you.” You smiled a bit as he placed the books down.

“You must be new here?” He nodded at your question.

“Yeah I’m here for work, but I heard great stuff about this little book shop and the lovely shop owner.” You flashed a fake smile.

“That’s surprising most of the town people hate me haha.” You rang him up taking his cash.

As you bagged his items, he flashed a small grin at you. “Oh I heard the rumors. I didn’t quite believe them. I haven’t ever heard of a person fusing demon blood into their bloodline by choice. Besides witches don’t exist.”

You stopped at his words, “Yeah they don’t. They’re old tales. It’s quite ridiculous how a town can hate you based on rumors..”

He nodded taking the bag from you. “Well you have a lovely shop. See you around Y/N.” Your eyes widened as he walked out.

You never gave him your name.

“Stop.” You called out to him. He turned towards you confused.

“Who are you?” You questioned him.

“Are you alright miss-”

“Cut the bullshit. I never gave you my name. Now who are you?”

“You didn’t have to give me your name. I’ve heard the rumors about the Y/N the witch who’s also a demon from the townspeople.”

You shook a bit trying to remain calm. It was hard though. This man scared you. Whoever he was, he was no amateur.

“Names John Constantine. There you feel better now that you know my name?”

He glanced around a bit shocked seeing the lights flicker.

“Ahh you’re scared. There’s no reason to be scared. If I wanted you dead I would’ve tried to kill you by now. Although from what I could see that wouldn’t be easy for me huh?”

You nodded as he smiled, “Well then..” He locked your shop door flipping the sign to close.

“Let’s chat then huh?”

Adrian sighed as he sat with the team. They were chasing this drug ring together. It was infested with butterflies.

You weren’t responding to his messages. Which was weird, you’d be in the shower and you still would go out of your way to respond to him.

“Dude you good?” He looked up hearing Leota.

“Uh yeah I’m just a little worried about Y/N. She hasn’t responded to me.”

“Well she could be busy. Didn’t she mention a new shipment today?” He nodded.

“Yeah but she always responds. Always.” He groaned a bit before shaking it off. You’d call him if you were in trouble right?

“So you’re hunting a demon?” You asked him once more trying to process everything John told you.

He nodded, “Yeah for a small second there I thought you were the demon I was hearing about but after watching you for a couple of days. You’re no threat. At least from what I’ve seen.”

You chuckled a bit, “Trust me the townspeople make me sound more bad than I actually am. My great grandmother was the real threat, but she’s long gone. I just inherited what she had.”

John nodded, “I can see that. So I’m assuming your boyfriend doesn’t know at all.”

You sighed shaking your head. Yes you were lying, but you still couldn’t trust this man.

“No he doesn’t. He knows the rumors, but as long as he’s concerned they’re not real.”

You took a sip of your tea as he stared at you. “You’re lying.”

“No I am not. I don’t want him involved with this side of me,”

Now that was true, “So I keep things like this hidden..He’s the only one in the whole town who didn’t treat me like a monster...”

John nodded, “Would you be interested in helping me?”

“What?”

“Look I’m a I guess you could say a detective for the occult. I get the job done no matter what and from I could see you and I are not so different. I could use a talented witches help in finding this particular demon.”

You hummed, “Uh I don’t know I don’t use my magic often-”

“Oh come on live a little. I might be the only person you could genuinely relate too about this kind of stuff.”

He was cocky and a bit arrogant, but you respected him in a small way. A part of you wanted to help.

“I could probably give you a small pointers as well. Come on Y/N, you won’t find anyone like me.” He winked as he lit a cigarette.

“No smoking in my shop.” You snapped your fingers putting it out.

“Buzz kill.” He muttered a bit annoyed.

“Get used to it. I don’t like cigarette smokers so no smoking since I’ll be helping you.” You stood up.

“Let me make a phone call and grab some things.”

He smirked as you walked upstairs.

Adrian couldn’t help but keep glancing at his phone while sitting in the back of the van with everyone else. He jumped once he felt it buzz.

“Hey love.” You muttered out knowing he must’ve been worried.

“Y/N are you okay!? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you-”

“I know. I know..Look I can’t talk for long, but I’m gonna be out of town for a few days-”

“What?! Fuck no! What’s going on?”

“Adrian calm down..I promise everything is okay. Please be safe where you are at. I’ll explain everything when I can. I love you..” You smiled as he took a deep breath.

“Dude you have so much explaining to do. You know I’m gonna be worrying until I hear back from you. Fuck Y/N...”

“I know.”

“I love you..call me please.”

“I will Adrian..bye.”

“Bye.”

You walked downstairs flashing Constantine a smile. “Let’s go.”

He held the door open for you as you locked up walking side by side with him. It was nice to have someone to talk to about your magic.

“That’s insane. She made an entire town get sick!” You nodded laughing a bit at John’s shock.

“Yeah they tried to kill her. I think the real crazy part is that she voluntary mixed her bloodline with demon blood. My family line is..well different than most.”

“That’s bloody insane!” He laughed a bit. “I love it!”

You chuckled at his words sighing as he pulled out a cigarette.

Clearing your throat, he groaned “Oh come on now! I’m an addict”

“Those things can kill you.”

“Death fears me. I do not fear it.” He snapped his finger making a small light.

“Just please don’t blow the smoke my way. I hate the smell of cigarettes.”

He nodded in understanding, “Why reminds you of fire?” He teased before seeing you grow silent.

“Oh..you weren’t kidding when you said the town people have tried to kill you huh?” You nodded.

“I wasn’t. My shop every once in a while gets vandalized. I’ve had people break in trying to find me. Burn the witch they say..” Constantine sighed.

“Well people fear what they don’t understand. They’re dumb so don’t get all weepy and whiny about it.” You smiled a bit at his attempt to cheer you up.

“You’re not that good with people’s emotions huh?”

“I wouldn’t say that-”

“It’s okay..you remind me of someone who also isn’t good with people’s emotions.”

“I’m assuming the boyfriend.” You nodded.

“Adrian is..Adrian is all I have.” Constantine nodded in understanding.

“It’s good to have someone I guess. I personally work better alone.” He sighed before looking behind him.

“Bollocks.”

“What happened?”

“You don’t feel that presence?” You shook your head before tensing up. “Ahh now you feel it huh?”

“What on god’s earth is that?”

“A demon. You’d feel it a lot stronger if you didn’t have the demon blood in ya.”

You shook a bit, “Relax we can take it.”

“I know we can, but I just grew a bad feeling.” He tilted his head.

“What do you mean?” You cursed seeing the van ahead.

“So to catch you up my boyfriend is a crime fighting Vigilante with his team.They take down aliens That’s they’re van. That means it’s not butterflies, the aliens they fight, that they’re going against-”

“It’s the demon.” He cut you off.

“We need to get them out of here!” John yelled out pulling over quickly.

“I can hold it back get your boyfriend and his team out of here!” You nodded.

“I’ll join you right now!” You ran inside with him seeing Emilia get sent flying. You caught her with your magic before she could hit the wall.

“Y/N?!” She called out in shock. You set her down as Constantine ran in getting the demons attention.

“What is that thing?!” She asked you once she ran to you.

“It’s a demon! I can help him get rid of it! You all need to get out of here! Where’s everyone?!”

Before she could reply, you screamed as it jumped on you. Your eyes widened as it screamed in your face. You grunted grabbing it’s face as it tried to bite at you.

“Y/N!!” You heard Emilia call out.

“I got her!” Constantine called out ripping it off of you. You used your magic sending it flying a good distance away. You stood up with the help of Chris and Emilia.

“Get out of here!” You told them both letting the black light cover your hands.

She nodded calling out for Adebayo to follow her out. You looked around for Adrian. You grunted seeing Constantine struggling to pull it off of Adrian.

You used your magic to wrap it tightly lifting it above ground. It growled snapping at you as you pulled it towards you away from Adrian. Constantine grabbed a nearby crowbar beating it as you held it up.

Adrian stood up in shock seeing you. “Y/N?!” He ran to you as you slammed the demon down.

“GET RID OF IT!” You yelled at Constantine as he began to exorcise it. You moved Adrian behind you.

“Hi my love..” You panted before screaming as it broke free running straight to you. It lifted you above ground surprise not smelling any fear on you.

Adrian tried to shoot at it but it snarled at him rendering him for a small moment. “I got you!” Constantine yelled out throwing fire at it. It dropped you harshly turning towards him.

“Man you are one ugly motherfucker!”

Constantine called out as Adrian caught you setting you down.

“Adrian get out of here!” You used your magic helping Constantine hold it down.

Adrian shook his head, “Not without you!”

You grunted as it struggled against your hold. Your eyes flashed red as you forced it down wrapping it completely with your black light.

The lights shattered across the warehouse. Constantine eyes widened, “Hey mate listen to your girl! Get out of here! She can’t concentrate if she’s worried about you!!”

You shook your head, “I need him here now!”

Constantine looked at you confused before noticing your shaking hands. “I’m struggling here! Get rid of it!”

He nodded quickly beginning to exorcise it. You jumped back falling down once it got sent away.

Panting on the floor, your hands shook as you tried to rein it in. “Hey!” John yelled out falling in front of you.

“I don’t wanna have to force you to calm down, but I will if I have too.” Adrian yanked his mask off pulling his gun out at John.

“You lay one finger on her and I will blow you to fucking bits.” You shook your head taking deep breaths trying to get the room to stop shaking.

“If she doesn’t calm down and loses control she can wipe out the entire warehouse and anything within a five mile radius. I can’t have that happen!” You nodded in understanding at his words.

Adrian rubbed your back glaring at John,

“Don’t fucking touch her.”

You sighed in relief pulling it in, “I got it..” You told both of them.

Constantine nodded, “Good. You didn’t mention you don’t have full control.” He sent a small glare your way.

“I was scared you’d try to kill me.” He shook his head.

“Nah you’re no threat. Yet at least,” He offered his hand smirking a bit as Adrian pushed it away slowly helping you up himself.

“Down guard dog. Y/N and I are friends? I think.” You nodded.

“Yeah friends. I guess.” Adrian looked between you both still confused.

“Hold on. Hold on. Hold the fuck on. I was just attacked by a demon. I have no idea who the guy who helped my girlfriend then threaten to kill her is. I would very much like an explanation please.”

You laughed a bit explaining to Adrian how you met Constantine. He stood silent a bit shocked by all the information.

“So occult detective?” Constantine nodded as you sat in his car letting him drive Adrian and you home. Everybody else went to the headquarters.

Adrian nodded a bit, “Got it. So he’s your new friend?”

“Yeah I guess.” You smiled nervously sitting in the back with Adrian. “He’s nice in a way. A bit of an asshole.”

“Then why are you friends with him?”

“I did not just hear you ask me that. Who’s your best friend again Adrian?”

He closed and opened his mouth before nodding, “Okay you got a point.”

“That’s what I thought.” Constantine laughed at you both.

“Look you don’t got to worry. I just wanted the witches help with that demon. I had planned to kill her but when I realized she really wasn’t a threat I decided against it. Plus honestly she’s got quite a pretty face.”

You grew a bit flustered hearing him, “Hey back off!” Adrian glared at him.

“Relax mate I don’t do well with demons. Then again I think I’d make the exception with her.” John taunted him a bit. Adrian turned towards you a bit angry.

“Relax. Constantine is pretty chill and I’m kinda intrigued to see what he could teach me.” You grabbed Adrian’s hand fiddling with it.

“Okay..I was just worried dude. Please don’t go M.I.A on me alright?” You nodded smiling at him.

“Noted.”

Once you both got home, you all walked in ready to say goodbye to John Constantine. You didn’t know the next time you’d see him, but this was not your last meeting with the British detective.

Adrian waited inside as you walked John to his car. “You have my number Y/N call me if you need me-”

“Actually..I wanted to bring something up to you without Adrian there.” He tilted his head in confusion hearing you.

“Um..so if there is ever a day Adrian dies..I need you to kill me too.”

“What?”

“Look there’s no easy way to put it, but when I get overwhelmed I can’t hold it in..Adrian is the only thing that calms me so if I lose him...”

“You lose control?”

You nodded, “I can’t afford to lose control..You know what I can do and now that I’ve met you..I think you’d be the only one who could stop me.”

John sighed lighting another cigarette, “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that yeah?”

“Is that a yes?”

“It’s not a no. I will do whatever is necessary to protect people so I guess if one day I have to kill you...”

“I’m okay with it.” You reassured him.

“Alright. I’ll visit when I can.”

“If you ever need my help don’t hesitate to reach out.” John nodded.

“I might just take you up on that offer.”

Once inside, you walked upstairs smiling as Adrian sat there in his pajamas waiting for you.

“Hey...So I don’t have to worry about Constantine and you right?” You shook your head.

“You don’t.”

“You sure?”

“Adrian are you jealous?” He laughed a bit shaking his head.

“Nooo...Okay maybe. I’m not used to this. Most people try to stay away from you. Not actively seek you out like he did.”

“Well he’s a friend? I think I’m still not too sure to be honest..but you don’t have to worry Adrian. Just because he’s a good looking magic user doesn’t mean I’d leave you.”

“Wait you think he’s good looking?!”

“You’re way better looking.”

“Am I?!”

You laughed hugging him closely nodding into his chest.

“You are...You really really are.”

A small part of you was happy to have the insurance that if something made you lose control, you’d have someone to stop you.

Another part of you knew though as long as Adrian stood by you.

You’d be just fine..

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talentforlying · 8 months

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👫 this but it's just me holding up a microphone because I Would Like To Know how your john feels about dream, corinth (1 or 2) and the endless in general--

dream:

unnerves him more than he lets on. his dreams are fucked, it's weird to think that someone's pulling the strings on those macabre little dances his brain does every night.

the circumstances of their first meeting have definitely colored constantine's impression of dream permanently, in a bit of a negative light. it's one thing to blithely assume that all immortal beings / constructs / anthropomorphic representations of the intangible world are cruel and uncaring. it's another entirely to see one directly faced with human suffering and dismiss it.

he likes to poke fun at their aesthetic differences. as far as his limited human perception goes, dream is classic goth while constantine is old-school punk; they get along, but the applications of hairspray are very different.

i think there will always be a nasty part of him that wants to pull a burgess and keep dream in a bottle, though he'd never act on it; he recognizes the pride and the arrogance of that impulse all too well. doesn't mean it ever really goes away.

the corinthian (let's say 1, i don't know all that much about 2):

scares him absolutely shitless, on a primordial level. like i said above, his subconscious is already fractured to hell and back, the last thing he needs is someone digging around in there and sampling him like a wing platter.

weirdly enough, corinth is probably the one he finds the easiest to interact with out of all given options?? dream is definitely the safest, but constantine knows how to navigate The Horrors better than he does The Endless.

he approves of the monochromatic suits. "taste recognizes taste" - said the most tasteless man alive. if you're gonna be evil, have a bit, as a treat. keeps things interesting.

i'm legally obligated to report that he finds the corinthian very hot and no he is not put off by the eyeball eating part. maybe a little. not enough to make better decisions.

the endless in general:

MAN. summarily, they freak him the fuck out. he's a very tangible person, he likes certainties and sets of rules (if only so he knows which ones to break), so all these concepts and anthropomorphisms and liminalities really mess with his head. he prefers not to think about them if he doesn't have to, he'll stick to acknowledging the existence of dream and call it a day. it also bothers him that it's possible for the facets of human experience to be affected by something so banal as family tensions; he likes to think the greater good of humanity is more important than petty squabbles, but he's almost always wrong.

i think he'd get along great with death if he actually sat down and talked to her for a minute. he gets so angry about losing people to unfair circumstances that his inclination would be to accuse her of cruelty and rail against her purpose, but seeing how she actually cares about the people she's ferrying would change his mind. in fact, i think she'd remind him of his sister, a bit.

if he ever set foot in delirium's realm, i don't think he'd come back out. he's lost himself enough as it is without being in a place where that's a feature, not a bug.

if he saw the chance to make a little nook for himself in one of the realms, he'd do it in a heartbeat. he likes to make contingency plans and set up secret hideaways, and he likes to think it would piss them off if they found out he'd been squatting in their domain.

@nightmarecountry / RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ( always accepting )

#nightmarecountry #me running away with the microphone at top speed #i LOVE talking about constantine in the world of sandman like!!!!!! it's so delicious!!!!!!#( answered. ) THIS IS JOHN CONSTANTINE. FUCK OFF.

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some thoughts on iwtv episode five. blanket warnings for discussions of trauma, domestic violence, and sexual assault.

maybe it’s just me but i really do not understand the people saying that enjoying horror means you have to enjoy drawn out scenes of domestic violence? i think that take is incredibly stupid, and it undermines a lot of the more nuanced feelings people can have towards the genre as a whole.

horror is a genre that often allows for people to see the worst of human nature, and by extension the worst of themselves. you see all your dark potential laid out in front of you, and the consequences of that darkness, whether they be good, evil, or something in between. i’m not going to pretend that domestic violence doesn’t pop up A LOT in horror media. we have all seen the it movies, and read enough stephen king (honestly this is a weird thing to look into w this guy but i’m not getting into it here i’m just using it as a har har moment to lighten up the post) to know that it is very deeply engrained in the genre; whether it should or shouldn’t be is another discussion entirely, and one i’m not going to attempt in this post. the thing with the characters portrayed as abusers is that, at the end of the day, they are still bad people and audiences aren’t meant to identify with them. beverly marsh’s husband is terrible and we are meant to hate him, carrie’s mother is awful and we are meant to hate her. the only two examples i can think of off the top of my head being from stephen king’s works, again, says a lot about stephen king and his sort of consuming role within the horror genre, but i’m just gonna save that one for another day.

this probably isn’t the best example, but one of my favourite fictional characters of all time is john constantine, who is the protagonist of the contemporary horror comic series ‘hellblazer’. john constantine is, on the surface, not a good guy, and his comic isn’t about him getting better. he doesn’t. he is just as much of an asshole in the 2018 run as he was in the original 80s run (which ran for 300 issues and went well into the 2010s) but despite how much john sucks, audiences are never turned off from him. we see all the awful things he did, with a particularly harrowing issue being dedicated to the horrors he committed as a child to try to force his father to love him, and the consequences that had on his family as an adult. despite john being a professional occultist and exorcist, he’s still a man who is trying to do right by himself, but doesn’t know how to push past his deep self-hatred, or overcome the very literal ghosts of his past that haunt him throughout the series. he’s the reluctant antihero and our point of view character. we see john as a man fighting his demons (which are given physical form throughout the series) and trying to reach for redemption that he doesn’t believe he deserves. john constantine sucks. as a person, he sucks. despite this we still identify with john and want him to succeed, despite all the terrible things he has done to the people he loves and cares about.

in the 2018 run of hellblazer, john’s arc has him giving victims of unjust, oppressive systems, and domestic abuse the tools they need to get revenge against the people and systems that have hurt them, all the while neglecting his son, or actively traumatising him. themes of domestic violence and abuse follow john throughout the series. he is the traumatised son of a traumatised father, who then passes his trauma onto his own son.

he’s a morally grey, very complex character written extremely well.

the vampire chronicles are very heavy in those themes as well. generational trauma plays a huge part in the series, and a lot of the characters come from toxic family environments, or toxic environments in general. to the best of her ability, anne made sure the characters carried the beliefs and views of their times in regards to religion, sexuality, and etiquette, which made for a very fun cast! to see people who lived through the rise and fall of the roman empire talking to a guy who was born in the 1950s is really incredibly fun and this difference in time-based cultural influence opened up a lot of paths for interactions and relationships between the characters, whether they were explored in canon or not. these characters are so extreme and do terrible, terrible things to each other, all the while trying to be better in their own eyes (i can’t just say ‘better’. marius exists and this man continues to get Worse). a lot of these guys suck! they are awful people! but we enjoy reading about them and hearing about their worldview because at the end of the day, they’re trying. their wants and desires are relatable, and so are the things that hold them back from that. armand may be a little freak gremlin but he’s OUR little freak gremlin goddamn it!

i’ve noticed that one of the things that draws people to the vampire chronicles is that every single character is very morally grey. you can either back and forth for hours about if they are good people or not, and that sort of discussion can be a lot of fun to engage in! my feelings towards lestat are very similar to my feelings towards characters like john constantine. they are people who, for better or worse, love in a way that is very all-consuming, and gets destructive very fast when that love is not reciprocated. there is nothing wrong with characters like that. they’re fascinating, and this idea that they love so much that they destroy is always really fascinating to see on page, or on screen, but this, being a destructive trait, needs to be handled with a certain degree of care and nuance, and that was certainly missing from ep five. there was nothing grey about that. regardless of if it ‘really happened’ or not, that scene was put there for shock value alone, and it wasn’t good shock value, it was a lazy ‘bran the broken’ way out of things. even if it didn’t happen, we were still made to watch a very violent scene of domestic abuse that ultimately could’ve been replaced with a nasty verbal argument, or even just the gradual resentment of lestat for his ignorance, his cruel parenting, and dismissal of louis and claudia’s problems that they face as black people in this time period. this didn’t need to happen. there are signs that it didn’t happen, or at least that it didn’t happen the way that it did, but it’s still there. if it didn’t happen it serves no purpose other than to serve as shock value traumaporn.

unlike in hellblazer, the domestic violence is handled with no nuance. there is nothing that can be done to ‘fix’ this, fans are not going to want to see louis and lestat together again after this, and they probably won’t want to see lestat at all. it was very jarring, both as a horror fan, and as a vc fan. your protagonist can be a shitty person. they can destroy their own lives, push their loved ones away, and hurt the people they care about. but there’s a line that shouldn’t be crossed, and it was crossed here. it was irresponsible, and it was unnecessary, and whatever route they take to try patch things up, it opens up room for more controversy. i really feel for the people with mental health issues who identify with lestat (myself included) and have spent years re-contextualising his behaviour, just for all your hard work to be undone like this.

it was evident from that episode that rolin jones wrote himself into the same hole that anne did in her 1994 film draft script, wherein making a more sympathetic lestat, claudia’s attempt at killing him felt unjustified. i don’t think he understood that it didn’t need to be justifiable to the audience, only to claudia; provided she had a reason to do it that she believed was concrete, it could’ve been done in a way that worked. rolin jones was not intelligent enough to write himself out of his hole, and didn’t understand the source material well enough, so he slapped this scene in as justification for claudia’s actions in the coming episodes.

the thing is: he had done more than enough to warrant that sort of reaction from a teenage girl. when i was fourteen i remember hating my father and having (admittedly terrifying) vivid dreams where he was dead, so his absence wouldn’t hurt me anymore, because it wasn’t a choice he made. i remember hating my stepmother and my stepsister because they were closer with my dad than i was. children are jealous. teenagers especially, are jealous. claudia takes after lestat, she ‘doesn’t like sharing’, and she doesn’t want to have to share her father with his shitty boyfriend, and to be honest!! i wouldn’t want to either!! anyone who has been in a situation like that would understand where she was coming from, and there would still be grounds to say that what she did was ‘right’, or we would at least be able to understand why she did what she did, and how she got to the point where she believed that was a necessary course of action. again, we don’t have to relate to her, just understand that she is a traumatised, terrified child who loves her adoptive father very much, and that she has the physical strength and instincts of a vampire.

i think i will make a seperate post about claudia in this episode, because what was done to her is awful, and follows a really concerning trend of sexual assault portrayals in hollywood and the idea that sa is needed for personal growth, especially in teenage characters.

but idk. that’s maybe all i wanted to say about this particular thing. maybe.

#iwtv spoilers #long post #interview with the vampire #i talk about john constantine in this too I'm so sorry #auroraposting #im sorry if its all over the place i havent slept in like 32 hours

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