Magpie of Magic

 [Indie NBC John Constantine, may take elements from the film and include them. Please read rules and verses. Blog may contain nudity and some body horror.]  My name is John Constantine. I am the one who steps on the shadows, all trench coat and arrogance. I'll drive your demons away, kick 'em in the bollocks, and spit on them when they're down, leaving only a nod and a wink and a wisecrack. I walk my path alone because, let's be honest... who would be crazy enough to walk it with me?  [Please read rules and verses] [Please do not use any of my icons/gif icons.]  

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Two hearts beat until one breaks

AU I want: John drunkenly casting a spell with someone, not knowing that the result is that the two of them become intrinsically linked. If he gets hurt, they feel it too. If he feels ill, so do they. If he gets drunk, so do they. If he dies..

The same happens vice versa.

How can he be reckless with himself when it would harm someone he cares for?

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~ Gabriel ~

      ( Wasn’t it a joy to interact with self-righteous bastards who gave exactly nothing       about the beings which protected humanity since the beginning of their kind? Not       saying with that that Gabriel didn’t like humanity; fact actually was that he was       madly in love with the ‘squishy little creations’. But even he could acknowledge       that some examples could be rude to the point of being  o b n o x i o u s. Not un-       like certain brothers who caused him in regular intervals migraine any way. On       top of that, it wasn’t even like the messenger was the best angel when it came       to debates; he mostly was an expert in repeating what he had been ordered to       repeat, and then being (mentally and physically) as annoying as possible until       the receiver had no other chance than to accept his message. Sometimes it       even involved, well, fists, but even when the blond man opposed to him already       had minus five points in his books, his patience was still there. He had dealt with       more stubborn people. )

      “We do what we can on our side, JOHN CONSTANTINE. You are not the only       soldier involved in the war.”

      ( That he was sadly the most important one, Gabriel simply dropped for now. Like       he just withheld that no one had an idea where Manny was, and the Host very       much disliked that fact. )

      “Your  g u a r d i a n  a n g e l  got reassigned. From now on, it is me who is your       ‘little angel on the shoulder’, the Messenger himself. Is that all why you called me,       or are there more important topics to speak about?”

                         Gabriel himself. It was almost hilarious that they would send                          one of their top messangers to come and bother him. Perhaps                          that meant he was one step closer to redemption, thus, one                          step up on the Angel ladder. He would ask about that later,                          for now there were other important things.

                                  "-- So you're pretty much going t'be                                   just as useless as Manny. Good t'know,                                   I just like t'know what I'm working with                                   since I'm doin' all the heavy liftin' down                                   here."

                         Admittedly, he was prodding. Looking for spots that irritated                          the Angel because he found nothing more amusing that God's                          ever patient children losing their shit over something. Manny                          had done it a couple of times and that had been satisfying                          enough but if he could get Gabriel to do so it would be all the                          more enjoyable. An icebreaker of sorts.

                                  "-- Angel on my shoulder, right. Does                                   that mean you'll actually show up                                   when I'm callin' you? Or just whenever                                   you feel like spreadin' those little wings                                   of yours?"

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"Hello John."

                                 ”— Let me guess, y’need somethin’?”

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~Manny~

“No I don’t have any control of you. You have your free will. But with you working, you get your chance at redemption. And I can help you with that.” Manny frowned as the smirk on John grew. “Take the day. But I hope that you have the sense to be back at it tomorrow.”

                                  "-- Right right. Thing is, mate, I have to                                   actually live long enough t'earn                                   redemption. If I don't rest once in a                                   while, I won't."

                         Not with his sanity intact, at the very least and he wasn't                          about to give himself issues with that on top of everything.

                                  "-- You're an angel, you don't                                   understand that there are certain                                   things humans need. Rest is one of                                   them."

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~Demon?~

     “All right, fuck’s sake, John;        Who knows, maybe y’can        drink me pretty,  then. I’ll        pretend I’m not real fer a        bit if you give me a fuckin’                      swig or six, yeh?”

            Johnny sticks his hand out for the bottle expectantly.

                         There's a hesitation, gaze flicking from the bottle in his hand                          to the apparent demon. Did he really want to know if he was                          real? If it made contact with something, he wouldn't know                          what to do with himself. If not, then he had officially lost it.

                                  "-- Fine. Fuckin' have it. I don't care."

                         Passing it over, John pushed it into the demons hand and                          let go, not sure what to expect.

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~Agent~

     Any temptation to storm off that she might’ve previously enter-      gained was culled by his condescending suggestion that she      walk away. It was a stubborn and immature response to the      suggestion, but she wasn’t about to let some blood-covered      idiot spouting pet names tell her what to do.

                 “No, we don’t both know that who                  haven’t done anything illegal, and,                  technically, walking around covered                  in blood constitutes a disruption of                  the peace.”      Scully ignored the claim about demons, focusing instead on the      tangible wrongs that were being committed. Now is not the time      to get into an argument with a crazy person regarding the exist-      ence of demons. God knows she did that enough of that sort of      thing when she butted head with Mulder at work.

                         There was a roll of his eyes the moment she mentioned                          disturbing the peace, arms crossing across his bare -and very                          cold- chest. This was getting ridiculous, he just wanted to                          get back to the mill house and rest. Today had been                          exhausting enough without this agent giving him a hard time.

                                  "-- You ain't gonna arrest me,                                   you're not on duty and I don't think                                   y'want t'be writing up a report about                                   some poor sod who just wants t'get                                   home. So why don't we just leave                                   it at that, yeah?"

                         His patience for the situation was getting thinner and thinner                          and he wasn't sure how much longer he would wait there                          without just walking away. It wasn't like she had formally                          arrested him, so it wouldn't be considered resisting arrest.

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~???~

“–I’m not.”

An eyeroll. Of course she sounded completely ridiculous, babbling on about people being able to see her. 

“–Sod it this demon on the run is more of a problem than some piss-arse human. You–“ The woman turns to the sound of the off-handed comment. ”–If you see a rabid-mangey thing of a dog…don’t go near it. My exorcism’s a bit rusty.”

                         Under most circumstances John would just assume that her                          talk about demons was all a part of her drunken mind but                          with the rising darkness claiming things as of late, he couldn't                          leave that to chance.

                                  "-- So what is it? Hell hound? Black                                   shuck? What're you dealin' with? I                                   might be able to lend a hand."

                         His exorcisms weren't as rusty, usually he could get his                          wanted result and if not, he could just kill the damned                          thing. Unlike a human possession.

                                  "-- My exorcism skills ain't rusty."

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Appreciatively sourced from Cunningham’s Living Wicca: A Further Guide for the Solitary Practitioner.

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~Fallen~

   “Jeesh, kid, that would have been a feast!”

The fallen chuckled at the thought ― such a tiny detail, and yet such possibilities! ― “I can practically hear the rumours; ‘Legendary mage fucked up, innards scraped from walls upon invitin’ the First’.“ He then concluded, and instead of putting the mask back from where he had gotten it, the relic was simply dropped to the side. 

   Israfel barely even took notice of how the ceramic splintered into shards upon contact with the ground, and just went on looking around the room; two fingers trailing over a row of bookspines as he passed them, careful not to cross the sigil on the ground. 

   Ah. Very well. So that boy really thought he could just lure him in with hopes of easy prey, and then proceed to write it off as practise? “…Y’ain’t very clever, are you?”

                         There was a visible wince as the ceramic hit the ground, that                          had been a powerful artifact, hopefully he could somehow                          repair it because it could come in useful one day.

                         He honestly doubted the First would have bothered with him,                          he wasn't enough of a threat to warrent him clawing his way                          out of hell.

                                  "-- I'm clever enough, everyone                                   makes mistakes. What do I have t'do                                   t'get you t'sod off?"

                         Depending on what the Angel wanted, he would do what he                          could to get him out of the millhouse. While it honestly                          didn't have much he could imagine an Angel would be                          interested in, he didn't want to take any risk.

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[– Since it’s Munday, here is some Pagan-y mun stuff. 1. My altar. - My patron god and goddess are Cernunnos and Gaia, hence lots of deer and nature things. 2. Another shot of my altar. 3. My book of shadows.  4. The first page from my book of shadows. 5. My tarot deck. - This is what I use when I do tarot on this site. I am also working on learning cartomancy (using playing cards for similar readings). 6. Vial of various protection herbs. - I usually carry this with me for safety reasons. Myself and my girlfriend have a pouch with the same mix hanging up on the front door. 7. My collection of stones/metals. - Citrine, quartz, smoky quartz, rose quartz, desert rose, onyx, dalmation jasper, red jasper, malachite, tigers eye, blue tigers eye, blue lace agate, moss agate, botswana agate, carnelian, hematite, serpentine, dumortierite, snowflake obsidian, goldstone, lodestone, amethyst, howlite, aventurine, ruby zoisite, iron, pyrite, copper. 8 + 9. Me!  So there you go. There’s me. If anyone wondered just how into the ‘occult’ I am, there you go. –]

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~Being~

Constance since childhood had problems with switching between essential food and ingrained thirst for blood. Looking at John, crimson sticky fluid in his veins, felt like a child with diabetes looking at the candy store display case. Sweets were almost on the doorstep, and at the same time, so inaccessible. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of nicotine and blood, blinked a few times. Indeed, she was staring at him like a ravenous animal. Her intention wasn’t to scare or make her customer disconcerted. ❝ No, no, sir. Sorry. ❞ In the blink of an eye rose from her chair, silently like a ghost, in a split second stood in front of the window. Sixth sense tells her that this man was familiar with things out of the ordinary. ❝ This town is full of odd events and creatures. ❞

                         There was no way John missed the expression, the hunger, he                          knew when he was being considered prey and he wasn't                          about to let that go lightly.

                                  "-- So, what are you then? Gotta say,                                   you have impressive self control."

                         His voice was even, as if he was still discussing the things                          within the store. He had no reason to agitate her, he wasn't                          looking for a fight.

                                  "-- I can tell when I'm bein' mentally                                   sized up for dinner, love, so spill. I'm                                   not here t'cause you any trouble."

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[-- (ಥ_ಥ):finish this: i hate it when... I’m craving hella tons of junk food, I feel like trash because I should eat healthy, bad hearts run in my family. e-e 

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ:what is your favorite animal?Probably jaguars. Either that or bats?? Or deer??? I bet a lot of people expect me to say magpie ohohoho. Nope. Nowhere close. --]