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lostxndbroken · 1 year
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@thecursedhellblazer || Plotted starter
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Caligo had been suspicious of John for quite a while now. This rune on his neck wasn’t just what John said it was for. He had a feeling that the sorcerer kept out a lot of information. He had been pressing the line, trying to see how much the other knew, and he was on point all the time. John’s excuse was that he heard of it on the news, read it in the paper and the demon called it bullshit.
Today they were to meet so they could work together on retrieving something, and Caligo planned a little ahead to, hopefully, set John up for failure to wring his ass out of yet another excuse.
Caligo had placed a little object, containing infectious darkness, inside somewhere very busy. It would go off 20 minutes to 10 minutes before they would meet.
He didn’t think John to be a fool, so he might have to keep a close eye on the man to see if it caused a reaction once he noticed what the demon had done.
Setting this up was meant to succeed for Caligo. Either John would know too soon than the news could catch up on, or John would have dismantled it even before it would go off. Both situations would expose John, and Caligo would be sure that the blasted rune was way more than what John said it would do.
He looked down on his pocket watch; the man nearing late. The trap had already set off if he was correct. “Come on… Where are you…” he growled as he paced at their decided location to meet.
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stellarhistoria · 6 months
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@thecursedhellblazer ── justine & john
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"Ah think I experienced a lil' bit 'f time travel in my youth."
her words are curt and cut to the point. she says them as if they were every day things to mention, and she doesn't seem to care about the fact that they were previously talking about things that, to her, didn't matter as much as this current topic. nonetheless, her warm smile doesn't wane, so much as her eyes darkened with understanding.
"Got onna my kids showin' up lookin' vastly different from when I left 'em in their manor wif' the rest of 'em kids. And then they had new 'bodyguards' and a 'butler'. Showed up at one of the diners that they always ran to, ta get 'way from the house. But they's seemed... hopeless. Whereas my kid still rebelled against fate. Against time and tide. Against even me and my best wishes fer 'em. That counts as temporal bullshit, righ', John?"
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defyxoblivion · 10 months
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𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒: John for Klarion and Nick? @thecursedhellblazer
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It's an uncomfortable sort of silence. The lie is there, on his tongue, but he can't. No lies. Just the truth. It should be bitter, like ash. Instead it tasted like gold. Like light. Little butterflies fluttering behind all that bile and hate.
"Smash. The things I'd do to that man, that I have done. That he's done to me. He could crack my chest open and tear out my heart, and I think I'd thank him for it."
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"No, of course not! I'd never hurt John. He's pretty, and smart. Whoever would think I would, I'll-"
"Mmmreeeeow."
"What? Teekl, no, hush. I'm trying to project authority, like John said. Wait, it's a sex thing?" An instant flush to his cheeks. Klarion can't help but look abashed. "Oh. Um, well. Teekl, is- is smash good or bad?"
"Mrew. Mow."
"I knew that, I was testing you. Smash. I would smash him most thoroughly. With, uh, you know. The normal amount. Smash. I pick smash."
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goldentemplariumcrow · 11 months
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“...Cor blimey. Woh in th' Nines...'Ow bloody long 'ave we been down 'ere?” (( from the "Kidnapped together" meme (even if yeah, I adjusted the dialogue xD), sending for the inbox call from @thecursedhellblazer || You didn't specify which muse I should address, so I'll let you pick your character! John basically just came back to his senses and he has found himself wherever they have been locked away. I'd say that it can be a first meeting, or our muses can be very casual acquaintances, as in they don't know much about each other aside from name and maybe something about their job / business! ))
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"Dunno. Those guys there started a fight, picked random people around them and locked us here." Dio nodded towards the men a little further away from where he was tied up to the other man, who had just woken up. "I think it's a gang fight or something? They've been going on a back and forth for like fourty minutes now."
"On the bright side, they used ziplocks, so it's easy to break — couldn't do it with you passed out though, or else I'd hurt your wrists really bad."
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@thecursedhellblazer | 🤚 - to offer your muse a hand in dance (( from this meme, from John@thecursedhellblazer for the inbox call! || the meme is super old, but I did find any other that wasn't shippy / sinday before it ^^" if you want we can use this as a starter point for that "under cover (not so) fake dating" plot we had talked about before my hiatus? Just an idea for possible context! ))
It was a surprise when John showed up at her house asking for her help, even more surprised when he said that she would be his date to an event so he could get close to an artifact.
Well, of course she said yes.
They were supposed to be undercover, posed as a couple who wanted to spend the evening together. It's difficult to keep her cheeks from turning red as she walks up the steps with her hands around John's arm. Who would have guessed that he cleaned up nice!
She'd been taking a sip from a drink she grabbed from a passing waiter when he reached his hand out to her. Pale red eyebrows raise, does he really know how to dance? With a small smile she sets her glass down and takes his hand, eager to see just what he plans to do.
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miasma-of-fear · 2 years
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@thecursedhellblazer | I lost the meme lmao
“  shite, okay, fuck, tha' actually really fuckin' 'urts.  ”
Jonathan makes a sarcastic, condescendingly considering face at the other, frowning with pursed lips and raised eyebrows. The small drops of blood on his right cheek reminisce of stage makeup, adding to the biting fakeness of the expression.
Icey eyes dripping into a venomous glare, he oh so helpfully informs, "that is usually the intention behind shooting someone."
Spidery fingers fixing a skeletal palm against the bullet in his own branch like bicep, the brilliant red oozing into the bark colored fabric is only one factor of the rogue's awful mood. The accented oaf before him is an obvious second. Another is the quietly whimpering body- one of Gotham's many opportunistic but equal parts predators and prey- on the ground between them in the narrow alley, recipient of a generous dosing of toxin. Otherwise disregarded not unlike a stinging pest, dealt with by a simple smack.
The remainder-... Is not as clear. A seething hatred prickling in the back of his skull, trickling down the nape of his neck and causing the hair there to bristle. He'll chalk it up to paranoia, outrage of being watched and followed. Never mind the spur-of-the-momentness on seemingly all fronts of this entire scenario. The intentions of the other lucid individual is a higher priority to discern.
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springtwirling · 2 years
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@thecursedhellblazer​   ( from here )
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“Read what room? ‘s far as I’m concerned, I’d say we’re in an alley.” 
An amused chuckle spills from his lips; a sound like someone that is either constantly tipsy or always on the verge of being high, and is living life through a dream-like lens, and yet to others sounds dangerously sane. Perhaps more sane than anyone else ever has been in history. But then the chuckle ends and he places a perhaps overly decorated with jewelry hand against his hip, pushing back red tinted fabric.
“Tha’s fair... thos’ people’re probably gonna end up with th’ worst hangov’r of their lives wit’ how they were drinkin’ like it was the end ‘f the world... ‘r the beginning ‘f a new era.” The pirate captain shrugs again, unperturbed by the thought of either. Metaphorically or literally. Not like it bothers him any, at the end of the day. “There’s a lack ‘f class when it comes ta drinkin’ these days. It’s borin’. Though, can’t say I don’t enjoy the sudden brawls.”
He doesn’t approach just yet, keeping his even distance in case the man is actually a threat... or deems him a big enough one to lash out. The elegantly carved coin hanging around his neck glints in the dim light, a reflection of an intricate pattern that is partially obscured by thin ropes holding it secure. Likely John would be able to recognize a coin to buy a ticket out of the Underworld when he sees it. After a moment, his head tilts, a playful smirk reaching his eyes.
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“Oh aye, certainly no’. But, yanno, trick ‘f the trade: if yer friendly ‘nough, ya end up bein’ from anywhere ya say ya are. Some places it’s the reverse. Love those places. Get ta insult whoev’r I want. Fun times. Anyway. Do ya want someone ta help patch ya up? Ya migh’ not want ta list’n ta my advice, so next best option is patchin’ ya up.”
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seraphicstrings-a · 2 years
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@thecursedhellblazer​   from here 
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“Another death god you say...? Perhaps she’s not doing her job due to stress related reasons. I should stop by and see if she’s doing alright. I wouldn’t want a fellow god of death to be stressed out after all. We can’t have that.”
He taps his chin absentmindedly, making a note to himself to perhaps seek out this ‘Death’ individual, as she might actually be willing to hand over the reins of the universe over to him for a little while and maybe he’ll be able to get quite a number of deals going. Hm... a curious thought indeed but for now he has to focus on making sure he gets around to understanding why he hasn’t seen this man in his office at least once! It’s very very rude of him!!
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“Aaaahhhh, your place didn’t let you come see me.... that makes sense, that makes sense... I shouldn’t have assumed you were ding-dong ditching on me! I apologize, that was my bad! If you’d like, we can properly talk now and catch up. I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to while I’ve been busy!” 
He’s sounds so much, too much, like an old friend who knows you a little too well. Like old forgotten memories that are his to keep, a simmering stovetop of possibility that’s left to burn and yet he never pulls his hand away. It’s odd... but maybe he’s just like that. After all, divine types truly are the weird ones.
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collidingxworlds · 2 years
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Respectively: @collidingxworlds || @countlessrealities || @thecursedhellblazer
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lostxndbroken · 10 months
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@thecursedhellblazer || "I want the K"
I asked my google assistant to pick a number, and you got *drumrolls*! 43: A bloody kiss!
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One way or the other, the two of them were adrenaline junkies. How else does one explain the way of their lives? It was dangerous. Naturally, John and Oliver got into a tight mess where one needed to use violence and the other perhaps a bit of magic. At the end of the entire ordeal? Oliver had a busted lip and a purple spot growing on his cheek.
Still, somehow Oliver found himself parked against the sorcerer’s lips and totally ignored the stinging pain of the lip. Not caring that his lip was bleeding, and he got some of that on John.
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stellarhistoria · 11 months
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@thecursedhellblazer from this ask
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"Nah, got a bad habit of approachin' brats n' people wit' histories, though. s' how I got my job doin' what's it I do, sug'." She drawls out with a certain sass and amusement to her tone as she cocks a hip and rests one hand on it for a little while as she listens to him talk. She seems to be the sort of person, though, who could get a mute person to box her about the ears for being too friendly (playfully). And likely has.
"You know? He's got the same thing goin' for 'im. Says that people who look like him end up gettin' all types of hurt. Never understood what he meant by that."
But she does sidle up next to him with a bit of a chuckle, her cherry blossom themed outfit seeming to carry with her the essence of the rural south, of do no harm but take no shit. "Name's Justine. Justine Calistine. You'd be?"
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heksery · 10 months
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🗣️ Juliana & John @thecursedhellblazer ? [[ If you're up for it, ofc, since we just started writing them together! ]]
Send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine
John: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise Juliana: I beg to differ John: Then Beg
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John: I'm a reverse necromancer. Juliana: Isn't that just killing people? John: Ah, technicality.
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John: Must be hard not being able to laugh Juliana: I do have a sense of humor you know John: I’ve never heard you laugh before Juliana: I’ve never heard you say anything funny @thecursedhellblazer
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goldentemplariumcrow · 9 months
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What shade is your soul?
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"Pretty sure this result is wrong. Csn anybody confirm or refute it?"
-> burgundy
"passionate" is how other view you. loud and outspoken, you speak your mind, damned be the consequences. you're the best person to bring on a fun, wild night out. you live fully, vibrantly, unapologetically.
Tagged by: @goodheartedfool (thank you beb! ♡)
Tagging: @jp-todd-rp @celerem @lostxndbroken @chaoticxgays @whxlmedwing @thecursedhellblazer @speedsterredhead @arobinwithoutbatman
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the-arkham-librarian · 7 months
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For the HCs inbox call!
What does Eliza want from her life? She has found a good place with her job at Arkham, but what would her life be, if she could choose and have everything she wants? In terms of job, place where to live, people she'd want to share her time and space with, family, romantic partner(s)...?
What is one thing (or person) she can't live without? The one for which she would give everything she has, for which she would abandon everything she has ever known, for which she would betray her core values? The one she would choose above everything else, even if it meant losing it all?
In all honesty, Eliza has what she wants from life right now. The only thing she would want is someone to share it with. She wants a family, a stable life.
She would give up everything for the person she loves. Is that healthy? No, not at all. But in her mind she's only ever had love from her family. But someone who chose her? She would do anything for.
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thecursedhellblazer · 11 months
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NEW DASH ICONS !!
I know, I know. Scotty, again? Yep, I decided to make a new icon for each month on my two multi-muse, to give all the muses a spotlight x3 Am I going to regret it? Probably, but in the meantime I like how these turned out!
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@thecursedhellblazer - John Constantine, obviously, since he's the only muse on this blog and that's gonna be my icon till I feel the urge to make another one xD
@collidingxworlds - Five Hargreeves, aka my feral old little man
@countlessrealities - Rick & Morty, since they are my main muses on the blog, they get to be the first x3
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countlessrealities · 1 year
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PRIDE MONTH ICONS here we go !
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@countlessrealities - Evil Rick & Evil Morty, Ace pride [like the mun]
@collidingxworlds - Sam Adams (my OC), Enby pride [like the mun]
@thecursedhellblazer - John Constantine, Pan disaster pride
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