#btvs | hell(mouth)bound

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@tuppencetrinkets​ was looking for trouble and boy did they find it

    “Did someone else give y’that name or is it some kinda wankery? Like how every other Gothic bird is called Raven or some such rubbish.”

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@thenightsplutoniumshore was looking for trouble and boy did she find it

    John blinked lazily at her. As his hands were free, he reached into his coat to retrieve his pack of cigarettes.

    “Mind if I smoke?”

    He lit up anyway, not waiting for her reply. John just wanted her to know he didn’t have a weapon. He held his head still as he could, lest he accidentally slit his own throat. She hadn’t the foggiest what she was on about, but he was keen to find out. Sounded right up his alley, though honestly -- demonic lawyers? Bad as demonic yuppies -- bloody typical, that was. However, first he had to calm the bird with the blade down.

          “Listen, ‘m no lawyer and certainly not a demon. Me             name’s John Constantine, and if y’just take away that            knife, ‘m sure we can help each other out.”

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‘rough touch’ *waves*

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Your muse pins mine onto the ground

    John hit the pavement, slammed into from behind. Pain flared up his spine, the quickly followed by a blow to his stomach to bowl him over to his back. He groaned, wondered who the hell had caught up to him now. Through blurred vision he stared up at his attacker, eyebrows lifting as the brunette proceeded to straddle his hips. There wasn’t much sexual about the pose, not unless you liked a knife to your throat, and John never had been that kinky. She was a quite the totty, though, and John figured there were far worse ways to meet his end. Rather poetic, too.

    “Y’gonna tell me what I did first?”

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there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.

    “Gag’s on you, luvvie dear. None of us got any kind of proper future. This world’s been goin’ straight t’hell since the day we were born. Y’bloody shitin’ y’self if ‘think it’s gonna get any better.”

                                            He’s talking like he’s drunk, but it’s hard to tell with him.                                            A miasma of smoke and liquor lingered about him --                                           along with something strange, forbidden, dangerous.

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⦿;; - Four head canons about our muses’ relationship

Manipulative piece of garbage that John is, he initially made the attempt to worm into her circle of friends for the sake of both information and protection.

Buffy kinda messes with him. He finds her hard to read because she comes off as very predictable but every time he thinks he’s got her pegged, she’ll pull something out of left field. Naturally, he finds that extremely attractive. 

Ship, ship, shipping wise, it would be very strange. I think she would be very reminded of her relationships with other preternaturals, with his tendency to keep secrets and perform outrageous feats, yet knowing he was human and the danger he perpetually puts himself in, she would become (albeit a bit unwillingly) protective over him.

Aethetic: Angry sex, borderline hatefucking gets serious. I kiiiiiiind of think of it as bearing faint similarities to her relationship with Spike. A bit less icky and hurtful tho. (No offense, I do like Spuffy. It started off super promising but quickly went straight to traumaland and bitter tears)

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“See, this place isn’t haunted!” (Famous last words Buffy ... )

    John’s gaze was focused on a point just beyond her shoulder. His eyes were slightly wide, not precisely with fear, but at the irony of her words while a dead girl stood behind her. Such a shame, she’d died quite horribly, There were discoloured bruises around her neck, a bloody mess where her heart should be.

     “Y’tellin’ me y’can’t even feel that or does y’Slayer voodoo only work with demons an’ undead?”

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A moment of weakness.

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and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

My muse is being punished by yours.

    Wrong place, wrong time, and a broken magic circle was never a good thing in Sunnydale – Especially with a questionably trained Slayer in town. He’d groaned when her boot heel had trampled over the chalk lines of the protective sigil, and almost started in to chastise her. The fist of a demon to the side of his head had shut him up good and proper. Through the black spots in his vision, he watched Buffy dispatch the demon handily. It hadn’t been a terribly powerful, but it was a shame to see it gone. The bastard had owed John a hefty favour and he’d come to collect.

    After sorting their infernal guest, the Slayer turned to him. A left hook later, she was yelling at him, bloody lecturing, not that he was listening. He was pretty sure he had a concussion.

    “Oi, leave off, woman! I can explain!”

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Buffyverse notes

No one knows much about John Constantine, aside from the fact that he’s bad news. Though enrolled at Sunnydale’s local college, he rarely attends class (though mysteriously is passing all his classes). It’s assumed that he’s from a well off family because he almost always has money and has never held a job (the perceived “posh accent” helps foster the assumption more often than not). He trails behind him a string of broken hearts and a much darker reputation for being untrustworthy and being involved in various shady deals throughout the small suburb -- Most of them somehow involving his reputation as a magic user and demonologist. 

Short version: John’s a college student in Sunnydale kinda-sorta by day and a piece of garbage con artist, thief, occasional exorcist, demonologist, and talented magus.(Laughing Magician bloodline canon being retained) by night. And British. Of course.