ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ

You think this is bad? Wait til you see the 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔲𝔟 #RP #MATURE

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

𝒲ℯ'𝓋ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓁 ℊℴ𝓉 ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒹ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓃𝓈

ᴹᴵᴺᴱ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴶᵁˢᵀ ᴹᴼᴿᴱ ᴸᴵᵀᴱᴿᴬᴸ

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

𝔪𝔲𝔫

Adult writer
EST
DM/Discord for plotting

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

𝒲ℯ'𝓋ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓁 ℊℴ𝓉 ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒹ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓃𝓈

ᴹᴵᴺᴱ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴶᵁˢᵀ ᴹᴼᴿᴱ ᴸᴵᵀᴱᴿᴬᴸ

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔢

Noncanon portrayal of John Constantine

#RatedM for adult content
#MDNI

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

@Zatarafy “Only kinds’a playing fancy ain’t the kind I feel like discussin.”

A cocky wink, followed by a sideways flick of what was left of the cigarette.

“Now. If we’s done cockin about, let’s talk shop, yeah?”

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

Nodding toward @Zatarafy before a flick of flame and a long drag.

“Oi, how goes it? Been a bit. Trust you’n the family’s doin well?”

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

@NEDIAMLACIGAM “Problem I mentioned earlier was a joke. Cashed in a fave from someone that owed me. This baby’s enchanted. But eh, Nevermind..”

After pocketing the gift, John sat back and took another drag.

“How’ve you been?”

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

@NEDIAMLACIGAM His deadpan face was legendary.

John held out the item for her as he exhaled away a plume through the side of his mouth.

“S’yours. Call it a long an’ constant apology for the, uh..say..interesting way I’ve gone ‘bout us.”

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

@NEDIAMLACIGAM “Jesus Chri-Fine.”

After clicking the lighter shut against his chest, the man’s hand closed and flashed. Where a zippo once sat, he revealed a small pendant with inlaid silver ribboning. On the back panel, the phrase ‘semper invenies lucem meam’.

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

@NEDIAMLACIGAM “Well, see..A bit complicated, all’a this. Need your word you ain’t gonna blow a lid, reverse me bollock’s and eyes with those silky smooth words.”

A flash of light lit her face before moving to light his own. During his initial drag, John took heed of her eyes and smiled.

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

@NEDIAMLACIGAM “Love, I’m hurt. Truly.”

After a grunt-christened seat, he pulled a flask from his breast pocket and flicked the cap before having a sip.

“Truth be told, aye. Got me a rather sizable calamity, needs handiwork from a Z fighter, an’ I ain’t talkin’em aliens wif ape tails..”

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

@NEDIAMLACIGAM Promise?

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

@NEDIAMLACIGAM “Oh, c’mon now.” He groaned while pulling a chair to sit before his fellow mage.

John, sporting a slight growth from several days spent chin deep in research, looked rougher for wear, but in good spirits nonetheless.

“Can’t just have a pint wif’an old friend? S’been a while.”

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

@Zatarafy Yet another cigarette was lit.

“Oh, bugger off.

Lissen, son. We got work or what? Jus’ focus on that, yeah?”

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

@Zatarafy Despite the young mage’s faltered attempt and pure intimidation, John tensed at the sudden raised hairs on the back of his neck.

The younger Zee, while young, was undoubtedly powerful. A trusted ally, although most wouldn’t believe it at the moment.

He waved the topic off as-

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

Fuckin hell…Y’know how many loads’a bullshit we’s bout to deal with this month?

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

@Zatarafy Bloody pedestal, actin like ol’ John’s ready ta throw your family under the infernal bus. If not for the respect dear da’s instilled and Zee havin whatever pebble I got’s beatin in me chest, I’d go upside that Hogwarts-head’a yours.”

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

@Zatarafy That was his limit. John shoved his shoulder once, then raised a finger in anger.

“Listen, son. I been turnin demon heads’an fuckin dancin in the devil’s light since ‘fore you first tickled yer little twig when Waverly was on. Let it be the first, last time you sit on some+

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

@OfHerMischief Well that just sounds like an offer, dearie.

[ᅠᅠᅠ𝕷𝑨͟𝑫͟𝒀͟ ᅠ𝓥͟𝑰͟𝑿͟𝑬͟𝑵͟ ͟.ᐟ @OfHerMischief]

ᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠ𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑻,
ᅠᅠᅠ𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 𝑴𝑬.

ᅠᅠᅠ⌞ 𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳
ᅠᅠᅠ𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪���𝑬𝑹. ⌝
ᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠ

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

Devices only pointed downward, then his old favors would need cashing in. Deep ones, bound by brimstone.

“Come now, you wanker..” He grumbled before curling fingers that then flexed outward.

The sigils lit up in unison as he worked, whispered Latin pouring from his lips.

[ᶜᴼᴺˢᵀᴬᴺᵀᴵᴺᴱ @SilkCutSinner]

John’s hands moved over the painted symbols on the floor beneath him in rhythmic circles. The intended incantation was one he rarely cared for, due to the need for levels of vitality he didn’t care to expend, but..

Desperate times. A child’s life stood at stake, and if earthly+