#Constantine OCs

[justmoreocs-edits]

Name Meanings: Multiple Perspective Characters

Inspired by this.

Carmine 'Car' Bishop and Natalia 'Talia' Hawkins from Misfits and Misinformation (Wednesday); Katherine 'Kate' Bastille from Rising Light [created and written with @fiercefray] (Constantine); Lucinda 'Luce' Turner from The Piccola Rossa Series (Peaky Blinders); Everleigh Howard from Trust Your Instincts (Dexter: New Blood); Mildred 'Millie' Blake from Truth Serum (Slow Horses); Elizabeth 'Eliza' Moriarty from Unexpected Partners (Alex Rider).

[justmoreocs-writing]

The Conman and The Investigator Story Introduction

Charlie Doyle was used to people comparing her to the greatest creation of her great-grandfather: Sherlock Holmes. As soon as they heard she was an investigator, after realising she really was related to the creator of such a famous character, there was no turning back. But, if she was being honest she would prefer to be compared to a man of facts in comparison to the man who believed in the supernatural (which she thought was utter rubbish). Until one day she meets a blond Scouser in a bar, and her life is changed forever.

[canonplag]

john my beloved... finally settling on a design for him..

[john-brendan-knowles]

Transforms you into a girl for 24 hours

This is-

Wow

I'm pretty, at least...

@arrowsnsarcasm

[mucousnnembrane]

so many to choose from....

[iravaid]

Horrid middle aged woman driven mad by grief ascends to 'godhood' and dresses up like a landsknecht, more at 7.

My hero of Kvatch, Constantine. More below

Once the Arena Grand Champion, this middle aged bastard got thrown into prison after her moonlighting ties to the Thieves Guild and Dark Brotherhood were revealed, completely by accident on Hieronymous Lex's part (after he was strangely re-assigned to Anvil).

Irreverant, apathetic, rash, and sometimes cruel, Constantine 'Shadowfoot' Sangre was an Arena highlight, who knew how to play the crowd during matches. She is infamous for winning the Grand Champ title with nothing but a dagger.

Constantine initially avoided Uriel's wishes of going to Weynon Priory, instead choosing to relish in her regained freedom by doing favours for Daedric Princes, and going after those who caused her imprisonment. But, seeing smoke on the Gold Road, and hearing of Daedra raiding the town, Constantine unknowingly, finally, heeded the call and raced to Kvatch before it was too late, amulet in tow. Martin had initially taken her for a Mythic Dawn assassin, because of this.

Despite a rocky, head-butting start, Constantine and Martin soon found camaraderie in one another. Constantine impressed by Martin's ties to Sanguine (and it humanising him in her eyes), and Martin recognising a kindred lost soul. Constantine, having had little to no friends who didn't want one thing or another in exchange, didn't realise what she was feeling was friendship - and kissed Martin at one point, to both of their confusions. They continue as friends, until Martin's destined, tragic end.

In her grief, having lost the companionship of Angronak, Methredhel, Lucien Lachance, and Martin during the war, Constantine seeked out the Shivering Isles. Her ascension to Madness was no less inevitable as Martin's own fate.

[corviisquire]

I need him carnally

[ravensuperr]

Gotham baby mystery part 9

Constantine strolled past the threshold with his usual swagger, his trench coat billowing slightly behind him. The scent of cigarettes and stale whiskey clung to him like an aura, but it wasn’t just that—it was him. His presence demanded attention, even here, among gods and spirits.

A murmur rippled through the chamber. Several deities exchanged glances; a few spirits tensed. Some knew him well—too well. Yet, what stood out the most was the distinct lack of immediate hostility. No angry exes. No vengeful gods trying to smite him on sight.

Instead, there was a peculiar sense of... interest.

That complicated things.

Constantine’s sharp eyes scanned the chamber before settling on Clockwork. His usual smirk twitched at the corner of his lips.

“So then… should I call you Clockwork? Or would you prefer Cronus?”

A few beings bristled at the name, but Clockwork merely inclined his head, neither confirming nor denying. His expression remained unreadable.

Constantine exhaled slowly, running a hand through his messy blond hair before pointing a finger at the Master of Time.

“I’ve got some questions, mate. And for once, I’m not in the mood for riddles or cryptic bollocks.”

The weight of his demand settled over the room. Even among gods and immortals, John Constantine had a way of making himself impossible to ignore.

Clockwork tilted his head slightly. “Then ask, John Constantine. And we shall see if you are ready for the answers.”

The room fell into expectant silence.

John smirked. “Oh, don’t you worry. I’ve been ready for a long time.”

The Side Room Dispute

Before he could even begin, however, Clockwork lifted a hand.

“This discussion is for the Council alone,” he said evenly. “Serenity. Box Ghost. You will wait outside.”

Serenity froze. “Wait—what?” She took a step forward, her wings twitching in agitation. “I crossed over to get here. I have just as much right to—”

“You will be summoned when the time is right.” Clockwork’s voice was calm but firm.

Box Ghost, standing at her side, puffed up. “But I saw what happened! Wouldn’t it be wise for me to—”

“No.”

Serenity shot Constantine a glare, as if blaming him for this. “You’d better not screw this up,” she muttered before reluctantly turning to leave.

Box Ghost hesitated, then—under the silent, expectant stares of the entire Council—slowly shuffled after her.

As the doors closed behind them, a powerful enchantment sealed the chamber. No sound would escape. No prying eyes would see what came next.

Constantine let out a low whistle. “Bloody hell, you lot don’t mess around.”

The Hard Questions Begin

Now it was just him, the Council, and the questions that had been burning in the back of his mind ever since Deadman delivered that cryptic memo to the Justice League Dark. It had been vague—too vague. Some answers were given, but others were left open-ended.

That wasn’t going to fly.

Constantine had already been on the other side of the world fighting a demon when that mess started. A demon, mind you, who had taken one look at him and said: We screwed up. We’re so dead. We are totally dead.

That alone had set off alarm bells. But what the demon said next?

"Lady Gotham and her Knight."

And now here he was, standing in a room full of deities, staring down the Master of Time himself, trying to get enough answers to not get chewed out by Batman later.

Because if he didn’t have a solid explanation by the time he faced the Bat, he’d be wishing a demon had killed him instead.

He took a slow drag of his cigarette, then flicked the ashes onto the floor.

“All right. First question.” He looked Clockwork dead in the eye. “Is this whole plan riding on Batman’s dead kid? Yes or no?”

Clockwork didn’t blink.

“Yes.”

The chamber was silent.

John froze. His grip faltered—the cigarette nearly tumbled from his fingers.

“…Shit.”

'Okay. Okay. Deep breath. Next question.'

“How old’s the kid?”

“Fourteen.”

This time, the cigarette did slip.

The small ember hit the floor and was snuffed out as Constantine stared at Clockwork, waiting—praying—for some kind of correction.

None came.

“…You mean to tell me,” he began, voice slow and dangerously calm, “that the supposed Warrior of the Realms, the one meant to save all of us from cosmic annihilation, is fourteen bloody years old?”

Clockwork nodded.

Constantine scrubbed a hand down his face, exhaling hard.

“Oh, bollocks.”

The Council was still watching him. Expectant.

“…Gender?”

“Spoiler.”

“…Okay then.”

This was fine. He could roll with this. Maybe. He’d survived weirder.

“Can I know the kid’s name?”

“Danny.”

John let out a sharp breath, pinching the bridge of his nose before leveling a glare at Clockwork. “Alright, then. Give me one good reason—just one—why I shouldn’t march straight to the Justice League and tell Batman that his 14-year-old kid is the bloody Messiah for the Infinite Realms.”

He held up a finger. “And don’t even try any magic loopholes or cosmic bullshit, mate. You know I can get around those. So give me a real, decent reason—one that’ll actually hold up—because you and I both know that if there’s anyone on this godforsaken planet who needs to know this, it’s Batman.”

John let out a sharp scoff, raking a hand through his already-messy hair. “You know, the same paranoid bastard who makes contingency plans for every single person he meets—including himself, in case he goes dark. Hell, I just found out he updated his plan on me. Took a look at it, by the way, and let me tell you, Clockwork, the new version? A hell of a lot worse than the last one.”

Silence stretched in the chamber.

Clockwork finally spoke. And whatever he said—whatever the reason was—made the entire council room go deathly still.

John’s expression twisted as he stared at Clockwork. His voice, when he finally spoke, was quiet.

“Please tell me I misheard that.”

Nothing.

He swallowed. “No, seriously. Tell me I got that wrong. Because if what you just said is true—” He let out a shaky breath, eyes darkening. “I pray to every bloody god in this room that you’re lying. That this is just another cryptic mind game of yours.” “Because that kid—” His voice dropped lower, barely above a whisper. “That child… is just fourteen. And he doesn’t deserve any of this.”

Shaking, John took a deep drag of his cigarette and muttered, “Final question… Is there any timeline where we don’t have to rely on a bloody 14-year-old kid to save the multiverse?!”

Clockwork remained silent.

Constantine’s patience snapped. “Say something—anything!” Clockwork remained silent. At this point, everyone in the council was yelling, demanding Clockwork say something—anything. They were just as unsettled as Constantine—the Master of Time refusing to answer was more terrifying than any answer he could have given. Despite the uproar, a simple “yes” or “no” would have sufficed. But Clockwork stayed silent. And in that moment, they understood. They all did. Because the truth was too cruel to say aloud. Because if there had been an answer—any answer—he would have given it.

[w3atherboy-is-lost-again]

I see you have become a cat again, Leonidas

@winged-demons-and-co

Mrrp!

(Mr Raphael! :D)

Mroow...

(It's the third time it happens)

[justmoreocs-edits]

Merry Christmas @fiercefray

Here's hoping you have a fantastic and restful Christmas.

[justmoreocs-writing]

Information Post

As I wasn't really sure what to do for my OCs, I just wanted to know who interested people, I'm going to do some quick updates for the stories people have showed favour for in different ways.

So, without further ado, I'm going to start with my fanfiction story characters that people asked about during my latest exchange, and who did the best in the most recent polls.

As I'm currently trying to focus on a certain amount of stories at any one time, and only one story per fandom, I'm going to try focus on those.

Harry Potter - Stories of Hope: This story has gone through a lot of different drafts and redrafts over the years. Mostly, it's always been a collection of moments, sometimes told in letter form, other times just as random drabbles. Currently, I'm hoping to work on this as a sequential story, with letters for the beginning and end of it. The story itself follows Hope, a Gryffindor in Fred and George's year, and how their lives are at Hogwarts. The story will be third person, following Hope.

Grimm - Unseen Things: None of my Grimm OCs are actually being worked on at the moment, but the first one on my list to look at is Jessica 'Jessie' Becker. She's a friend of Nick's and Grimm who finds his complete lack of understanding kind of funny. She does her best to help him with things, but given how he's always been more of a mentor to her than the other way around, it causes some issues for her to flip that relationship. Like I said, I've written nothing for her, and don't even have a plan, but her story would probably be first person following Jessie.

Constantine - The Conman and The Investigator: This is the next Constantine story I'm going to try working on (the first finished one was Rising Light, which I wrote with fiercefray). All I know about Charlie so far is that she's an old friend of John's who believes none of his stories about the supernatural. She's a descendant of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, but the appeal of the supernatural and psychic and things is something lost in her family. She's a private investigator, and finds herself along for the ride with John one time. Her story would be told in the third person, possibly with some little hints of paperwork that her job would require in chapter titles, or openings.

Stranger Things - A Knife's Edge AND Music and Lyrics: Currently undergoing a planning rewrite so I can actually tell Belle and Mia's stories properly. This was originally focused on series 4, but I realised it didn't feel right to me starting their stories there. I'm hoping to figure out how they fit into things in general so I can write the first series with them before finally making their story for series 4 something I'm really proud of [I've realised, series 4 seems to be a big motivator for me in general; Peaky Blinders did the same]. The story follows both Belle and Mia in the third person, but also Eddie and Robin because of how important they are to the others.

The Librarians - Bedtime Stories: The story follows Bonnie, an old friend of Ezekiel who hasn't actually seen him in a very long time. Her story came about because I was sad the series was over, and I wanted to try my hand at something in that world. I've written a couple of draft chapters for her story, but nothing concrete even though I was happy with them. Some of the tensions she has with the other characters is something I'm really looking forward to exploring. Her story is not a happy one though, which worries me in general. The story would be told in the third person following Bonnie, though it's subject to change.

[canonplag]

and i know one day you'll be the death of me

[john-brendan-knowles]

kitty!!

@smilekitty-lharper

John purred, running up to her.

[mucousnnembrane]

Kiss John's old man tummy, for all of us!!

you dont gotta tell me twice!!

[thisnoah]

i lived >:)

I give you all the bullshit I have been up to for the past few months

art will be more sporadic but I'm finally able to do digital art again!! 新年快乐. happy danger noodle year

[algoney]