"Yeah, well get fucked. All of you."

💥/: WAIT. HEX HAS DECIDED TO BLESS Y'ALL WITH HIS AMAIMON. I AM GONNA BE SUCH A FUCKING WHORE ON MAIN

// they are all gonna hate me

// i'm crying

"Thank you, ladies" ... "OI, C'MON-"

First of all, Constantine, how dare you talk to me directly? Especially dressed like that. Sigh.

I'm not dressed like them, I literally wear a suit. Kinda.

“Yᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴄʜᴏʀ. I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ɴᴇᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ I’ᴍ ɴᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ. Gᴜᴇss ɪᴛ’s ғᴜɴɴʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴡᴀʏ.” Jack Ryder. Reporter. Late Night Talk Show Host. Podcaster. Creeper. Demonic Anti-Hero. Yellow Skinned Wacky Man. ♡ + ↻

"̇̊𝐈̇̇̇𝐬̊̊ 𝐭̊̊𝐡̊̇̇̊𝐞̇𝐫̊̇𝐞̇ 𝐚̊̇̇̇̊ 𝐰̊̇𝐨̇̇̊𝐫̊̊̊̇𝐝̊̇̇ 𝐟𝐨𝐫̇̊̊ 𝐟̇̊̇𝐨̊̇𝐫̊̇𝐠̊̇̇̇𝐞̇̇𝐭̊̊𝐭̇𝐢̇̊̊𝐧̇𝐠̊̇ 𝐭𝐡̇𝐞̊̊̇̇̇ 𝐧̇̊𝐚̊𝐦̊̊̇̇̇𝐞 𝐨𝐟̇̊̇ 𝐬̊̇𝐨𝐦̊𝐞̊̇̊̊̊𝐨̊̇𝐧̇𝐞̇ 𝐰̊̊̊𝐡̇̊̇𝐞̇̇𝐧 𝐲̇̊̇̊𝐨𝐮̊ 𝐰̇̊̇𝐚̊𝐧̇̇𝐭̇̊̊̊ 𝐭̇̇̇𝐨̊̊̊̊ 𝐢̊̊̇𝐧̊̊𝐭̇𝐫̇̇𝐨𝐝̇̊𝐮̊̊̊̊𝐜̇̊𝐞̊̇̇̇ 𝐭̇̊̊𝐡̇̊̊𝐞̊̇̇̇𝐦̇̊ 𝐭̇̇𝐨̊ 𝐬̇𝐨̇̊̇𝐦̇𝐞̇̇𝐨̇̊̊̇̊𝐧̇̊̇̇𝐞̊̊̇̊ 𝐞𝐥̇̇𝐬̊𝐞̇̇̊̇̊, 𝐛𝐮̇̇̇𝐭̊ 𝐭̇̊̇̊𝐡̇̇̊̇̇𝐞̇𝐧̊̇̇ 𝐲̇̊𝐨̊̇̊𝐮 𝐫𝐞̊̇𝐚̊𝐥̇̊̊𝐢̇̊̇̊𝐬̊𝐞̊̊ 𝐲𝐨𝐮̇'̇𝐯̇̇𝐞̇̊ 𝐟̇̇̇̇𝐨̇̊̊̇𝐫̇𝐠̇̊̇̇̊𝐨̇𝐭̊̇̊̊̇𝐭𝐞̇̇̇̇̇𝐧̇̊ 𝐭𝐡̊̊̇𝐞̇̇̊̇̊ 𝐧̊̇𝐚̇̇𝐦̊̊̊̊𝐞̊̇̇̇ 𝐨𝐟̇ 𝐭̇̊̇̊𝐡̊̊̊𝐚̇̇̇𝐭̊̇ 𝐩̇̊̇̇̊̇𝐞̇̇̊𝐫̊̊𝐬̊̊̇𝐨𝐧̊̇ 𝐭𝐨̇̇̇𝐨̊?̇̊"̇̊̊ 💫 Youngest of the Endless 💫 MVRP 💫 25+ 💫 SL's, Banter, etc 📻 25+mun, she/her, GMT

"Don't you have The Fiend on the case? Get lost, kid"

// guys credit artists please, it's not that hard

"Ugh, fuck's sake..."

Awake but at what cost...

"Brilliant."

I thought you were the smart one. But I was wrong.

Not much.

Sigh. "Amateurs..."

Who the hell drinks a punch made by a foken vampire?

... I mean...

// and I love you just like that

Pushes his snout down. "No, I'm havin' none of that."

"I doubt you included me there, so..."

I'm sure it's that.

Here, puppy puppy.

Fucking 'ell, you are up for some terrible crimes, yeah?

John was so focused on the fire climbing through his veins up his arm, he didn't avoid the boy's hands. "Hey, quit it, yeah? I don't even know what I did, I wanted to…. divert it..." With a frown, he pulled away from his grasp. "What do you mean scales?"

"NO. I SAID I PREFER SPICY CURRY. NOT THAT I WANTED YOU TO THROW A BLOODY FIREBALL AT ME." Still grumbling, John stared at his own hands. The golden light of the fire was pulsing under his skin like it was running through his veins. "Guess I did..."

"OK, let's see what rubbish you have here in the States..." He checked the poor variety of tea offered and chose the least disgusting looking one. "Remind me to bring Bruce proper tea. For Alfred mostly..."

"You fuckin-" He barely stopped it, but as soon as it hit, flames enveloped his hands and seeped under his skin. "What the hell...?" No time for that. "OI, YOU BASTARD, THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!?"

John caught it. Barehanded. "I prefer spicy curry."

The kid didn't need to bring him a tea... But he won't complain.

Should I applaud or toss you a coin?

Tealess. Soon cigaretteless too. The horrors never end.

... "Can I at least get a tea?"

"Morning."

"I said I don't have a type, never said I was daft."

No need to be an arse about it. But hey, who am I to judge?

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 . . . 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 ❤️&🔄 #𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐑𝐏 𝐗 #𝐌𝐕𝐑𝐏

Of course Lucifer had to show up...

"It did. Didn't know you smoked?" It didn't completely surprise him either.

"When is it not?" Well, some nights weren't utter shit. Though it was a rare occurrence, sometimes he could even sleep peacefully until morning. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm not trauma dumping on you, Queen, thank you." Besides, who cares, if he stays away, it will hurt less when Oliver forgets about him too.

"Hm? Ah… yeah, I'm fine. Uhm… it's been a long day."

"Hey, I barely have a type."

"No, I don't really care about that."

"Wow. You are incredibly perceptive. Thank some otherworldly entity you were here to tell me." He does look more rough than usual.