CONS✝AN✝INE.

❝ I'm John Constantine. I do stupid in spades. ❞ Independent role-play blog | John Constantine | tv series & Justice League Dark & some comic influence | oc, au & crossover friendly | non selective

[winkandawisecrack-blog]

britishintelligence:

“The name’s Bond, James Bond.” He stopped and pulled out his black leather cigarette case, took one and lit it. “But yes, very popular indeed. Your name causes a few echoes in my line of work. Though today was as good as any to meet.”

“Don’t believe everythin’ you hear, mate. Sure I’m not the nicest bloke you’ll ever meet...” He shrugged his shoulders. “-- - but I do me best.” The Brit concluded, sporting a devilish smirk that said it all. “So, Mr. Bond...” He began mockingly, shovelling his hands into his trouser pockets. “-- - what, exactly, is this line of work, of yours, where you’ve been hearin’ ‘bout little old me?”

[britishintelligence-blog1]

@winkandawisecrack

“John, Bloody, Constantine. So finally I meet the guy with the biggest rep sheet in England.”

[winkandawisecrack-blog]

“What can I say? I’m a popular bloke... you got a name to go with that sparklin’ personality of yours then, mate?”

[girltirl]

“What? You’ve never seen magic before?” — John Constantine (Arrow 4x05)

[winkandawisecrack-blog]

@the-stars-n-an-alien​ liked for a starter.

Sat up at the bar, arms leant heavily against it as he nursed a bottle of beer on the side of a few decent glasses of whiskey, the blonde Scouse did what he always did when he had a few hours that weren’t teaming with demons that wanted his guts for garters, or even angels that were Hell bent on stabbing him in the back, he had a good drink... or two.

Instead of sitting in Jasper’s place staring at a mirror that showed snippets of the old house’s past, he’d decided to go out, drink somewhere else for a change. But as he finished his bottle of beer, he sat up and gestured for the bartender to get him another one, only to realise he was running low on cash. Spotting someone close by, he leaned in their direction. “‘ere, don’t s’pose you could spare us a few bob, could y’love?”

[winkandawisecrack-blog]

@nutinamask​ liked for a starter.

As the trenchcoated ‘dabbler’ of the dark arts made his way through the darkened streets of Hell’s Kitchen, it wasn’t long before he couldn’t help but notice he wasn’t so alone anymore. Pausing on the spot, John reached into one of his coat pockets and pulled out a packet of cigerettes, propping one between his lips.

“Y’know there’s a fine line between keepin’ an eye on folk ‘n’ full on stalkin’, mate.” He murmured in a slightly diluted Scouse accent, bringing up his golden lighter to light the cigerette. With a deep inhale of smoke into his lungs, a coy smile crept along his lips. It seemed he’d found just the guy he was looking for.

[winkandawisecrack-blog]

Starter call;

I’m sooooooo sorry it’s been over a month since I was last online. D: But I’m back now, so I was wondering if anyone might be interested in a thread at all? Just give this a little ‘LIKE’ and I’ll get something typed up for us tomorrow when I get up, should be online most of the day. :)

Sorry again!

[weloveoursuperheroes]

[ppxrker-deactivated20160512]

@winkandawisecrack

             “….I don’t suppose it’s possible for Jedi mind tricks to suddenly be a thing.

    No? Damn….awkward.”

[winkandawisecrack-blog]

                        “ Depends on who you know -- -       I’m no dressin’ gown wearin’ Jedi, mate, but I’ve... well,               you could say I’ve got a few tricks up me sleeves. ”

John mused with a coy grin and mischevious waggle of his eyebrows.

[theofaronarchive]

[themerrymutants]

IC reactions

[themerrymutants]

“You’re kind of a badass, and I think something about bad decision making was mentioned but they might have been talking about me. I make really shitty life choices. Like a drink so strong I had a hangover for 3 days straight.”

[winkandawisecrack-blog]

“Well, I wouldn’t want to go blowin’ my own trumpet now...” John trailed off, unable to keep himself from smiling a little smugly, it seemed his reputation proceeded him. “We all make mistakes at one time or another, mate. Don’t beat yerself up ‘bout it.” He admitted with an idle pat of Jeremy’s shoulder with the palm of his hand. “Three days, eh? Sounds like my kind of drink.”

[winkandawisecrack-blog]

I'm breakin' in, you stand watch. If I need you I shall give a little whistle that suddenly chokes into silence...

John Constantine to Chas Chandler, Constantine, #1.6

[jonhconstantine]

At least when they are not busy trying to screw me over.

[themerrymutants]

IC reactions

[themerrymutants]

“Uh-huh, uh-huh. Um.. Yeah. Yeah, I do,” he replied straightening himself up.

[winkandawisecrack-blog]

“Indulge me, Jezza. What exactly is it you’ve heard ‘bout me? My... sunny disposition?”

[themerrymutants]

IC reactions

[themerrymutants]

“Um…I mean: Hi I’m Jeremy. How can I help you?” 

[winkandawisecrack-blog]

“There we go, better already. Name’s John Constantine... but you already knew that, ain’t that right, me old son?”

[theofaronarchive]

[themerrymutants]

IC reactions

[themerrymutants]

Be cool, Jay be cool. Just talk like a normal person.

“Holyshityou’reactuallyhereandpersonandohmygodthisisjustholyshitthisisAMAZING!”

[winkandawisecrack-blog]

“Bloody hell... how ‘bout you slow down a minute there, sunshine?“

[firing-red-arrows]

“Charm’s never been my strong point.” Roy shrugged, “Never got any complaints though.” Now that was a lie if there ever was one, but it wasn’t as if this guy knew any better. Least she didn’t think so, Roy was at least Ninety certain Zatanna would have mentioned if John were a mind reader. “Fair enough.” She motioned for the bartender as she spoke. “Didn’t plan on telling you my life’s story either.”

At his questioning, for let out an offended snort. “Not scared of much of anything, least not these days”  that at least was true, Ry wasn’t scared of magic but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a healthy amount of apprehension every time something mystical decided to worm it’s way into her life. “But, I decided in this case I could use the opinion of an expert and, since Zatanna isn’t here… I  figure you’ll do.” She flashed him a grin. “Now, how ‘bout you tell me the best beer to drink around here, and I’ll fill you in on the fun I’ve been having since I got here.”

[winkandawisecrack-blog]

“I’m flattered... no, really.” The Brit scoffed as he pulled the bottle of beer he’d been nursing to his lips, swallowing a good few gulps before sitting up a little straighter on the stool, one arm rested against the bar. It was hardly surprising to John to hear that he wasn’t the first ‘dabbler’ of magics she’d gone to, he wasn’t exactly on the top of a lot of people’s visit list, not unless there was really no other choice. He couldn’t help but think of Anne Marie as he took another hefty swig of his beer.

But as he put the bottle back down onto the surface of the bar, John pursed his lips to the side, his manner pensive yet coy. “Depends on what you’re lookin’ for.” He began as a slow grin began to creep it’s way along his lips. “Invitin’ offer ‘n’ everythin’ but...” He said as his hand shook the almost empty beer bottle. “-- - how ‘bout you get the next round in ‘n’ you can fill me in on all your excitin’ little adventures? Call it... a deposit... of sorts.” He leant against the bar and slid the bottle of beer along it to show the young woman what he was drinking. “I’m all ears, luv.”