“We all know who the best dressed Constantine is.”

"Us Brits do like to persecute minorities and wipe out entire groups of people for no valid reason beyond greed."

“Gotta keep those stakes sharp, imagine if it slipped?”

"And spiky."

"I have a jacket full of stakes."

He was in luck, the London to York journey was only around two hours, and the train itself was decent. Way better than a car. Plus, it wasn't too busy at this time of day and with the rain, if he glowered enough, they could probably get an entire carriage to themselves. -

And nobody wanted him naked… A couple hours to collect her stuff (most of that time was just finding her stuff amongst the rest of her stuff and figuring which stuff she needed), and to change, the Jo was ready. Black coat. Leather boots. -

"Alright, then. But you have to call me Boss. To protect my identity and that." Sly smirk, verging on a shit-eating grin. "I definitely need a new coat for this. Black. To hide the stains." "There's going to be stains."

"Guess I better dig out my big stake, then. And my wellies." Vampires were messy buggers when they were staked.

"Like, Scottish Vampires, or just Yorkshire?" Her attempt at a joke. There had been a lot of vampires recently. More than just the usual Spooktober influx. "I guess it depends on what they're up to. Living politely, or causing trouble."

“Did you see that werewolf and were-other things? There were so many of them!” “First time shifters are a…” A nightmare. But not really “..a lot of work.” “Someone was messing with stuff they shouldn’t have been messing with.”

"For fuck's sake, Dream, you can't just say something like that and not elaborate!" He'd got her a little worried. Like, a big bit. "Well, it is about time I took on an apprentice."

"After what?"

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⛓️‍💥⫘⫘ “𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.” ♡ + ↻ .ᐟ ⫘⫘⫘⛓️‍💥⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Old Man Yaoi mentioned

"I heard someone mention the Endless and felt like popping in to say 'ello. As in 'ello, 'ello, 'ello."

Yeah, I like to read with my titties out. Lap it up.

Morpheus is just 🧍🏻 While Jo is 💃🏻

“Knock knock, Who’s there?” “Fuck off.”

“I mean, kinda don’t. Been a while since we were pinching cans of lager and asking someone to buy us cider down the corner shops.”

“Endless. One of them. You pissed that I didn’t invite you to the wedding?” It was almost three years ago. They even had a kid now. Little Demi-god.

“Someone’s got his knickers in a twist.” Deep inhale. Blowing the biggest raspberry

Look, I fixed everything. You’re welcome. @disquietdream.bsky.social

“Hey, Dream-Stick, can I bounce on it?” @disquietdream.bsky.social

Bored cat energy

RIP Morpheus, he would have loved 8 hour soap cutting ASMR for sleep

Stars were also his mother’s realm, she knew. That’s why he always looked just a little bit sad when she looked at them for too long. “You’re a regular little shopaholic, ain’t ya? I’d love to go anywhere with you. Maybe a proper crystal mine? Or whatever they are.”

“Me? What are you doing here? I heard you moved to Manchester to follow your dreams of being a deadbeat.”

“One session with a therapist and you think you’re the big I Am, eh?”

“Yeah, yeah, come here and cuddle me if I’m yours.”

“You know how much I love the stars and shit like that.” And how badly she wanted to touch them. Had he seen that one where they made love in the tower under the stars? That was her favourite.

She needs to brush her teeth. And rinse her mouth out with whisky. “Sir on my lap so I can fix you.”

“I had…” Coughing. Crying. Throwing up. “A horrible, horrible NIGHTMARE!”

Deep sigh. Vomiting.

SITTING ON MY LAP WILL FIX HIM

My husband is about to die. I’m so mad at him.

"And you're going to make them all glow, right?" Oh boy, what else had he seen on her phone? All those videos of belly dancers and the guy who did the hula hooping? "Can we add in some sparkly crystals to look like twinkling stars?"

“A garden on the moon, or a moon themed garden?”

“Can you strut and then let me ride on your dream-stick?” @disquietdream.bsky.social

"Me?" She eyed him back, lips curling inwards as she tried to remember his face. "Nah. Unless I was shit-faced, which is always an option."

"That pattern recognition makes you really good in bed, you know."

"I'm clocking you standing on the business of keeping up to date with the lingo." "Let me rizz you up."

"You're damn right I am!" "And anyway, they were just friends. It's not even weird."

Waited so long to be destroyed by a few broody looks and a voice that hits me right in the pleasure box.

She's been running all over this bloody city in search of @mysticalphysician.bsky.social, chasing down leads only to find that she'd 'just missed him'. Even found a bunch of his groupies having a bit of a sing-song. -

“He’s just got back and I gotta leave him to go hunt down a witch in New Bloody Sodding York.”

Her dress proved to be perfect as she steps through the portal and was hit with the York heat. Almost as bad as the London heat. “It lasted longer than I thought it would, babe.” The familiar scent of dried herbs filled the small shop, but as always, they went through the hidden door. -

"You know I love dahlias. I've seen foxglove that's white with black dapples, I bet we could cultivate some of those." Foxglove was a useful poison. Jo slid her arm around his and let him carry them both off to the Shambles of York. "We should get some bath bombs."

“Yeah, I know.” Her smile was a little wry, but she drew in a breath, mentally drawing a line under it. “You owe me shopping, dinner, karaoke, trashing a hotel room, breakfast, a museum wander, and then maybe lunch.” Finally her smile was reaching her eyes. “And my garden and koi pond.”