end is nigh.

we all sell our souls sooner or later.

[const4ntine]

john const.antine of dc comics by dru (21+, she/her). private, selective, mutuals only. info. multi. batgirl.

canon-selective as i continue to read more of his comics but primarily based on his early & pre-52 runs (not you b.r.ian az.a.rello ...when i catch you b.r.ian a.zzare.lo...)

crossover verses for: BG3/gen fantasy.

affiliated with @zat4nna, who did my lovely icon and header.

exploration of themes such as wearing a trenchcoat and being a bastard.

psd used is burn, baby, burn by supersources.

verse basics: BG3 / gen fantasy

warlock with three feuding patrons. magical con man. trying to get a close friend detadpoled during the course of the game.

[goreillas]

beggars cannot be choosers. they just can't. but boy does the corinthian love to hear them try to be. it's counting fingers, rubbing eyes, taking a few hollow steps around the room that doesn't actually feel much like the room one knows at all. they're in a nightmare after all! it's then, when the realization hits, when the corinthian can see the squirmy little click behind terrified eyes that this isn't just any nightmare. the begging begins and cori becomes a needly little thing: a venus fly trap with its mouth wide open, prongs alert, salacious toxins luring the most desperate insects for a lifeline. they beg to wake up. they beg for a choice, wishing their thinking into believing they've become choosers. it's fascinating. every human is the same!

"scotch?" cori can't help but lick his lips. the list restarts, "scotch? flowers? ..a card?" though he leaves the idea of style up to a vague gesture of his own towards the corpse. blood begins to curdle the same way paint does when it's been left out for too long. what he presents in a shitty murdered body is artistry! is this not fucking style, constantine? "you want a ring too?"

the devil sharpens cori's grin, turns his teeth uncomfortably white in the dark space they both take up. glasses are bumped up the bridge of cori's nose, readjusting the face, resetting the nightmare cori tries to inject into the waking world. this is not their usual environment for meeting. john is a little to awake for it to feel as natural, but it doesn't make him any less inviting.

blackened lenses hold the corinthian's soul back from revealing any expression, but he makes up for it in the way his brows raise. "desperate, and yet you came." throat bobs, but the bitterness can't be swallowed down as easily. dream isn't taking people's nightmares from them by force, john's included. "you're not regretting selling your nightmares to the endless, are you?"

[const4ntine]

john’d like to say his tryst with the corinthian eight-odd years ago was the result of something overlooked. that he hadn't seen the worm in the apple, that it would have been different if he had. but the truth was, he'd seen the worm, seen the long and ugly shine of it in the corinthian's smile, and wanted him more for it. that was the reason john had approached him in the first place back in that brixton dive -- he'd seen the way the man's shadow moved, the wrongness of it, and wanted needed to see more.

he'd made his bed those years ago, and here he is lying in it. but john has never been the sort to lie back and take it.

"that's it, then? you've come for an apology?" john scoffs, too harshly. a show of disdain, to cover the guilt that crawls up his throat. he swallows it down. he's done it before. steps closer to the corinthian, despite what could be called his better judgement. "or is it that you think i care about a few dead bell-ends enough to invite you crawling back into my head?"

he does care, somewhat, but it doesn't matter. there aren't enough people in the world that the corinthian could kill for john to regret the deal he'd made with the endless.

"you're wasting your time, darling," john reaches out, close enough to touch. smooths the lapels down on the corinthian's suit. "i'm just not as easy as i used to be."

[const4ntine]

cont'd ft. @hystare.

back again, like a bloody bad penny. john had actually been stupid enough to think he'd never see the monster that called itself corinthian again after dream's little favor, no more nightmares. the corinthian was a relic from back in the early days, before newcastle. when john had been young and dumb and just looking for magic, anywhere he could find it, whatever the cost. he'd made a fatal mistake, approaching the corinthian like a lamb to slaughter, thinking himself a wolf. hadn't seen him much after their first messy shag, not in person. only in his nightmares. and oh, after newcastle, john's head was full of nightmares for the corinthian to play with.

they'd first met in a dive bar, then moved back to a small room like this one, stinking of whiskey instead of blood. it's the smell of blood that takes john back out of memories best forgotten. back to this dead man: face slack, empty eye sockets bloodied. the victim's white, male, sandy-haired. might look like john, if you squinted. a macabre little love note.

just to get your attention. it's sickening in its casual cruelty. john's seen a lot worse than this particular mutilated corpse, but the comment still makes his gut twist. he should've known better than to ask dream for a favor. everything, even a good night's sleep, has a cost.

"you could've sent scotch," he says -- has to say something, or he'll betray the lightning storm of shamedisgusthunger roiling through him as the corinthian steps closer, gleaming smile just as bright as it'd been in every one of john's nightmares. "flowers. a card, maybe. something with a bit more," his fingers wiggle in a vague little gesture. "style."

john's coat, and all the bits and bobs he's picked up over the years, magic that might keep him safe, if the creature before him decided he wanted john for dessert, is out of reach, slung over a chair in an attempt to temper the heat of the room. he forces a smile of his own, an attempt at jovial carelessness. "this just feels a tad desperate, mate."

[paljordan]

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.

[const4ntine]

this has the most photos taken before disaster energy i've ever seen.

[strangeblazer]

Johnzee barbie I did a bit back that I think yous would enjoy

[const4ntine]

this is just john constantine

[the-anemia]

the most important part of blood loss is to have fun and be yourself

[const4ntine]

"hold on, now, @zipkick... i knew you looked familiar. you're one of those gotham capes, yeah? always tugging on the big bat's coattails." he offers up his most unpleasant smile. can't throw a stone in gotham without hitting one of the city's vigilantes these days. "isn't it past your bedtime, lad?"

starter call.

[const4ntine]

pov we develop some more absolutely rancid dynamics.

[const4ntine]

fantasy verse constantine is like 1/3 hexblade warlock, 1/3 fiend warlock, and 1/3 archfey warlock (because of the aforementioned three patrons) which is both a strength (Variety!) and a weakness (he’s not as consistently powerful as a single subclassed magician)

[const4ntine]

brand new starter call and/or an invitation to come in my dms to plot ✨

[zat4nna]

zatanna's eyes shift to the bartender and then back at john. the way he pours the glass, she side eyes him, she side eyes the drink. she must focus, and not think about how many times they would be at taverns such like this one, celebrating, together. john and her.

she takes a breath and straightens her skirt, doing this all over again..seeing him and thinking about him are completely different things. she's come to realize. she wants to overthink it, she wants to overcomplicate things on instinct.

"i see you are quite busy these days." she starts, it's conversation surely but she wants to dig, feels entitled to a fight. she tilts her head slightly. "-i'd like to have a conversation, if you're willing." straight to business. turns to fully face him, purple gaze on him completely. zatanna let's that linger for a moment.

"in private." and she's dead serious. this does not stop her from feeling everything, washing in over her. like these feelings never left. maybe they never have somethings you can't just vanish away with the wave of a hand or a spoken word spell.)

[const4ntine]

"not a social call, then?" ha. she's all business these days -- he can tell by the set of her shoulders, the artificial calm on her face. it's a good laugh -- the idea that either of them could focus on all business, without the entire bloody mess of their shared history staring them in the face. without nick haunting them even if he's still alive. whatever one could consider 'living', anyway, if it's in avernus.

john lifts the cup to his lips and takes his time drinking, like it's the good stuff, like he's really savoring it instead of just enjoying making her wait. he's not above this pettiness either -- and anyway, she started it. quite busy, his ass.

"funny. i seem to remember last time you wanted to talk in private," and john leans in, lowering his voice like he's telling a secret, like he doesn't want the other patrons to overhear. (another joke: as if they're the hottest drama in here, and anyone else is even remotely interested in overhearing.) softly, in her ear: "you were wearing that sheer little number with the bows."

quickly as it appeared, john's dickish smile fades to match her veneer of polite neutrality. he moves out of her space, stands, and tosses a few coins on the bar to cover the drink. feigns a mocking little bow towards her. "lead the way, my lady."

[ratblazer]

Zatanna projecting her period cramps onto Constantine

[notmorbid]

eat the ones you love.

dialogue prompts from eat the ones you love by sarah maria griffin.

you can't cry here. everyone watches everyone.

your sympathy pass ran out weeks ago.

where would be far enough away for a new beginning?

flowers are dead the second they're cut, aren't they?

what kind of help do you need?

you know what they say about cold hands: warm hearts.

our pain is a non-phenomenon.

you look and feel really familiar.

i'll try not to give you too much trouble.

we're going to be such good friends, you and i.

i'm happy to go wherever you send me.

this is where the magic happens.

i wish i had something to take notes with.

when you're just used to something, you kind of forget how intense it can seem to someone just seeing it for the first time.

we talk about life and death a lot.

i will literally do anything you say.

i won't be so weak again.

don't you have anything to say?

this place is fucked, and you know it.

you make it sound worse than it is.

i'm glad you two are close. it's good to see.

i only want to keep you safe.

thank you for this whole time. for the adventure.

flowers can say nothing at all, or everything.

there's nothing good about me. not a cell.

can we still be penpals?

i'm no better than a man.

please tell me to fuck off if this is inappropriate.

the silence out here has made me weird.

work is only kindling for our lives, not the whole fire.

it is a deep feat to move with grace when you've been granted little to none.

i don't like you smoking.

i'd be the last one standing in this place, i swear to god.

you look so beautiful this way.

not everyone deserves to live.

making friends as an adult is brutal.

you have very straight energy to me. i mean that with total respect.

i don't read books written by men.

you have to learn to love somebody in the quiet of themselves, as well as the noise.

drinking alone is grim. i do it, but it doesn't feel good.

i've never really broken many rules.

you're pretty compelling, yourself.

i feel like i left ____ there to die.

i can't fix anybody. i've got my own shit.

something happened, and i don't know what to do.

is this going to hurt?

you're taking this like a champ.

are you ready, or do you need a break?

you might want to close your eyes.

i wish i could explain better. i've never had to explain before.

i'm gonna have to get my shit together, but not tonight.

nothing put up can't be torn down again.

i can't believe i'm still trying to save ____.

i didn't think you had it in you.

i haven't had sex in over a year.

if you can see the ocean, you can see the whole world.

silly can feel good.

i'm not above being cute.

it feels so nice to be away.

as far as i'm concerned, i am on holiday.

this all feels a lot like a date.

you're my favorite, anyway.

i'm manifesting. setting good things into motion.

it's like you just disappeared.

don't be classist.

you're very almost always right.

if you don't go, this place will eat you alive.

you can feel the sorrow of a thing that's gone without wanting it back.

weird and terrible things can be right in front of us and we can look right through them, right? most of us have to operate in a fog to survive.

sit down here for me for a second.

you're never the same two days in a row.

thank you for being so understanding about all this.

let's have a drink before we do anything hasty.

[notmorbid]

church of frendo.

dialogue prompts from clown in a cornfield 3: church of frendo by adam cesare.

i haven't done anything to deserve this.

drinking alone, there's nobody with you to help.

are you right- or left-handed?

you look different from the pictures.

are you okay? are you concussed?

it's terrible, what happened to you and your friends.

you need to tell me what happened here.

this isn't schoolhouse trouble you're in.

i've heard you enjoy things that are frightening.

is there an echo in here?

you don't realize how much you rely on something important until it's gone.

nice night. no clouds.

are you really trying to make small talk?

it was something we could like together.

i didn't mean to get all serious and shit.

did you, like, switch teams or something?

please don't punch me again.

i promise i'm not going to try to run away again.

crying is good. it means you're still alive.

you're laughing? we almost died!

there can be no pretending anymore.

i'm not joking. let go of me.

all animals will bite, if left no other option.

you don't have to help me, but you can't tell anyone.

don't swear in front of the kids.

i'm here to bring you home.

you need to stay cool.

i just needed to see you close-up.

it was brave, what you did.

take me with you. you're going to need me.

please just stay here. keep a lookout. honk if there's an emergency.

you want me to come out, or do you want to come in?

you're afraid. you're just better at hiding it than most.

we were supposed to do the rest of it together.

i'm used to going into fights where i know the outcome.

think of it as an adventure.

i do not jest. i do not prank. i do not have time.

all children tell their parents stories.

i've never met a celebrity before.

don't i look happy?

i trusted you to stay.

you rush too much. gotta learn to relax.

i fucking love a scary girl.

come on. don't make me drink alone.

i feel like i'm seeing you for the first time.

i've been doing this for so long. fighting to stay alive. staying alive to fight.

you've got to leave me and run.

if this is a prank, it's a sick one.

i'm not going anywhere without you.

how are you so fucking calm?

you need to listen to me. you need to trust me.

i'm not calm. i'm tired.

you're a shitty liar.

i can't be the cause of more death.

close the door and get out, dickhead.

can i trust you to follow directions?

you want to play house with me, [name]?

i see it in your eyes that you think you're gonna die.

you don't love me. you have stockholm syndrome.

what if there's a third option?

you are a true martyr.

nobody here seems to notice much.

i don't know if you can hear me, but don't die.

let's get as far from this place as possible.

it was all a test, and i failed.

i'm not going to attack. you can relax.

i apologize. i meant no disrespect.

this is a clear safety hazard.

it feels good to be cruel to the cruel.

how did you become what you've become?

we're doing it. we're winning.

we have to help them.

what have they done to deserve your help?

the world you were raised in is gone.

there are people out there who can help you. good people.

i deserve this. i deserve worse.

if this is hell, it's a hell we can escape.

don't tell me what to do.

you don't have to be this anymore.

you called me, and i came.

i don't believe any of it. you got me.

i'm saying it to make it true.

i'm going to try to survive this.

try not to say any of that shit around _____.

you look like you're ready to tackle the west wing.

don't be sarcastic.

little kids aren't supposed to play with explosives.

welcome to your new home.

i don't know what your parents told you about me, but please don't shoot.

i've never even seen a movie before.