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[mlm-writer]

What Are You? (John Constantine x M!Reader)

Pairing: John Constantine (Matt Ryan ver.)  x Male Homosexual Reader (trans-friendly) For the pride prompt: Gay sailor boy unaffected by the sirens. He's the only one who can save the ship… with the hot captain apparently… Rating: Teen and Up Words: 1368 POV: Second Summary: You sail into Ghost Bay and encounter sirens. All your female-attracted crewmen turn into mindless pawns. Everything just gets weird from there. Notes: Happy Belated Pride! See all works for pride 2022 here. This is the sirens song (it was used in Pirates of the Carribean as well)  Tags: vague history AU, or time travelling whatever, action, new fatasy creature: the homosexual, the only lady this reader is interested in is the sea and reader is not a fighter but we commend his guts 

The sea was a lady. She could be beautiful. She could lure you in and make your wildest dreams come true. However, she could also be unforgiving. She could rage and leave you to your fate. Tonight, she was ethereal. The deep blue waters glistened with the reflection of the night sky like pearls on a necklace. It was somewhat comforting, considering the captain had steered the ship through Ghost Bay. 

Everyone here was either insane, had nowhere else to go or really needed the money. Ships always returned from this bay empty, if they returned at all. From the distance, some people claimed to see the ghosts of the missing sailors. You did not believe shit of it. You were going to die, but it was better to die at sea with an okay crew, then at the hands of the church. 

You were admiring the bay, when you heard it, an angelic voice in the distance. There were no words, just the beautiful notes that echoed off the rocks. You raised your head and tried to look for the owner of the voice. When you turned to ask your fellow mates if they heard it too, you noticed they had woken from their slumber and were walking the deck like zombies. “So you guys hear it too?” You called to them, but they were not answering. Then, suddenly, the ship was steered starboard and smashed against the rock formations. “What the fuck, Adam?!”

The ship thrudged on between the narrow waters between the rock formations in the bay. Adam seemed to be purposefully trying to hit every rock in sight. While the ship was swaying from portside to starboard, you made your way to the wheel. Adam seemed to be fully awake, but also was not acknowledging your presence at all. “Get it together man!” You exclaimed as you tried to wrestle him for the wheel. However, Adam’s only focus seemed to be smashing all of you to death or capsizing the ship. You were so caught up in your task that you had not noticed your odd captain climbing the ladder and approaching you guys with a big piece of broken wood. His arrival remained unknown, until Adam got smacked over the head and fell unconscious. “Be a good chap and take the wheel,” Captain Constantine told you, as he started to drag Adam away from the steering device. 

You were too panicked to be shocked and grabbed the wheel. However, you had never even touched the steering wheel, let alone held it and used it. It turned out your driving skills were worse than Adam trying to kill all of you on purpose. As the ship continued to smash against rocks until there were none left to sail into, you tried to steer away from the bay, but all of the sudden the anchor was dropped and you were parked. Fog had rolled from the island and was now enveloping you in mystery. “What’s going on, captain?” You turned to the blond haired man behind you. 

He adjusted his long coat and then looked at you. “Sirens, can’t you hear their call?” Without the sound of rock hitting wood, you could hear the angelic voices again. 

“My heart is pierced by cupid. I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, But my jolly sailor bold…”

You nodded. “Yeah I can hear them, why?” The captain frowned at you and then took you by the arm, bringing you below deck. As you walked across the deck, you saw your fellow crewmates jumping overboard like mindless fish longing to be one with the ocean again. Once you were in his quarters, you wanted to take the opportunity to see what it was like to have money. However, all you could focus on was the empty floor with runes drawn over it. Half-burned candles were put in a circle. “Uhm… I’ll go check on the crew,” you said as you tried to back out of the door. You knew a red flag when you saw one. 

The captain didn’t let you leave though. He dragged you back into the room and cornered you against the desk. “What are you?” He inquired, but you did not know the answer. “How are you resistant to the sirens’ call?” Another question you did not know the answer to. 

The sirens were still audible outside. “How are you not throwing yourself overboard?” You counter-questioned. Sometimes the best answer to a question was asking the exact same question back. The captain snickered and adjusted his long beige coat. He snapped his fingers and held a flame in his hands. You gasped and pointed at him. 

“You’re a witch!” “Warlock, actually.”

You pushed him away. “Get away from me, witch!” He moved backwards just enough for you to sprint past him and make a dash for the door. He yelled after you, but you made it back to the deck. The night sky had taken a turn for the worst. Clouds covered the stars and rain pattered onto the wood of the deck. It wasn’t much yet, but you had a feeling it was building up to a storm. You made it to the edge of the ship, just to see sirens drag your crewmates onto the shore of Ghost Bay. “Hey! Get your fishy hands off them, you fiends!” You called out. 

You looked around for a rope ladder, but before you could grab one, the captain was strutting onto the deck, the rain forcing his blond hair to stick to his forehead. You grabbed a mop and aimed it at him. “Stay back! I will use this!” He laughed. 

“If you want to save your mates, you put that down and listen to me. Those sirens will have eaten them before sunrise, unless you do exactly as I say.” 

You didn’t drop the mop. “You work with the sirens?” He laughed again and shook his head. 

“I am here to stop them, love.” You stared at him, then took a look over your shoulder at your crewmates being dragged onto shore. A frustrated sigh left you. 

“Fine! But I am keeping this.” You shook the mop. “Now, what is the plan oh great witch?”

“Warlock,” the captain corrected you again, before continuing. “Sirens are just very angry mermaids. Once we purge the dark power holding them in its grip, they will just peacefully return to where they came from in the first place.” 

He walked past you and looked over the edge down to the sirens clawing at the hull. You kept a safe distance from him. Dashing as he may be, he did not even look close to trustworthy. “Yeah well, sounds easy, but how do we ‘purge the dark power’ from the sirens?” 

It only took you two minutes to regret that question. John Constantine kept a lot of weird shit in his cabin. Mermaid hair, mermaid scales, ocean water from a special part of the ocean or whatever. You helped him make some weird concoction for him to drink… which was gross and weird, but ok. It was not like you had any better idea aside from just beating the sirens with your mop. 

A few minutes later John lowered the ladder to climb down to the shore, but before he went down, he turned to you. “Before we go, I need to know why you are not trying to shag the sirens.” 

You chuckled at the mere thought. Sure, you could see their beauty, but it did you nothing. “They’re just not my type.” 

John looked at you for a long moment and then eventually, something seemed to click in his brain. He started to grin and leaned closer and closer to you, until you had to put the mop between you for some personal space. “I s’pose I’m more your speed then, ain’t that right?” 

You felt your face heat up. “That depends on your performance… warlock.” His grin widened and he finally gave you some space. 

“Well then, prepare for a show,” he dramatically announced, before sliding down the ladder. Maybe the sirens were not going to be your biggest problem tonight.

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[dc-lot-correct-quotes]

Ray Palmer: Sure it's a good idea to leave these two unsupervised on a time machine?

Mick Rory: hey haircut! Deafness wasn't one of the side effects.

[yumeyumeappleo]

glowDOWN

what did they do to her suit </3

she’s still my bisexual queen and my “oh i like girls too” awakening

[the-chosen-half-of-one]

You know even if I’m still absolutely devastated by the fact Legends of Tomorrow was cancelled because it was one of the few ridiculous, fun feel good shows on air that still brought me joy, I think it would’ve been hilarious if they ended it with them all getting arrested for time crimes on purpose, like rather than a setup for a next season we’ll never get to see through, if it was just an intentionally slapstick Monty Python and the Holy Grail-esque finale, with the time police chasing them around screen, I almost would’ve been okay with it, but in the abrupt/unintentional case of what did happen, it leaves it feeling incomplete and it’s so sad.

[theood]

Hey! People who haven't seen Legends of Tomorrow, explain to me what YOU think this episode is about/what is happening here

Here is a clue: That train is a reoccurring character! How? Well, I can't say

[geeky-roleplayer]

CAN SOMEONE MAKE A GIF SET

Of John encouraging Ray to propose to Nora while they're having dinner with Gary, next to a set of him telling Sara to propose to Ava while they're at the smell's concert?

It's a parallel I haven't seen made before.

[violent138]

Damian: "My grandfather drives faster than this, and he's dead!"

Jason and Steph, leaning forward from the backseat: "Ra's died?!"

Tim: "He's still alive. He literally never--"

Dick, rolling his eyes, hands clenched on the wheel: "Guys he means Thomas."

Steph, slumping back: "Wow, I legitimately forgot about that."

Damian: "Every word that comes out of your mouth is a reminder--"

Dick: *cranks up the radio loudly*

[ditzybat]

clark, discussing what to do about kon with bruce: you know what this means right?

bruce, nodding: yeah, you owe luthor a buttload of child support

clark: what - i - no??

bruce: i mean, it sucks that he baby trapped you but you don’t want to be a deadbeat

clark: he did not - i am not his father, luthor stole my DNA and put that [pointing at kon] into a tube

bruce: i want you to take one good look on how damian came to be

clark: … oh my rao… i am dead beat aren’t i?

[raven-by-the-sea]

For the DC x DP server gift exchange!

Constantine has been taking care of dealing with a stray King of the dead for a while now

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[oliver-queen-apologist]

believe it or not some female characters don’t have to be mothers. some female characters shouldn’t be mothers. some female characters have a history of expressed disinterest in being mothers. some female characters would have to do a complete 180 in characterization in order to be mothers.

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[mlm-writer]

Who do you think out of DCU (DComics Universe) would own a sex toy that wasn't human? Like dildo's with knots or a full on tentacle??

Like, seeing as John Constantine's ex is king shark. I feel like he has at least made one out of magic once or twice, and I wouldn't be surprised if Hal Jordan or another lantern got curious/ creative with their rings.

Ohohoho fantasy dildo headcanons coming up (but just of people I know)

First of all! John Constantine my beloved got drunk and ordered one or two. And when he got it he was like: lol i am not that mad. And then later he got horny and in the middle of polishing the bishop he got horny ideas in his head and decided to use the dildo he drunk purchased, since he had it anyway. I don't think he would have more than three. He is an efficient fella

Dick Grayson. Listen. Hear me out. Mature adult Dick is definitely down to get freaky. You cannot tell me that Nightwing dumptruck wasn't made for large dildos. Maybe nothing too crazy, but he would defo go up to 10-12 inches when he has the time for some proper Dicky time. Maybe no knot for him, but something big and ridged? hell yeah

Gary Green plays DnD, do I need to say more? He probably calls the monster book handbook the wife register. Look at the man. He is a BOTTOM. He wants the knots, the ridges, the tentacles, the oviposition stuff. This man probably collects the fantasy dildos.

Speaking of Gary... Mona... Mona Wu... Guys she was DTF for the Kaupe. Knotted dildos, 100%. Nothing too big, but defo into knotting.

Mick Rory, our local alienfucker.... ok I think he has too much toxic masculinity in him for alien-themed dildos, but they also have alien fleshlights and you can bet your ass that he has multiple of those pretending to have an orgy. Atta boy.

Adrian Chase 100% has all the freaky stuff!!! MY BOY PLAYS DND AND HE IS A FUCKING FREAK (affectionate). Bro I bet he has shit I would get nightmares from. The knotted dildos, the alien pussy, oviposition dildos, insertable eggs uhh.... cum tube dildos too. I once say a dildo in the shape of a dragon foot and idk how one would use that (and I don't think I wanna know) but Adrian would know how. Tell me otherwise, I dare you.

[dc-lot-correct-quotes]

Rip Hunter, narrating: Next recruit, Sara Lance. Former member of the League of Assassins, also formerly dead.

[onebadnoodle]

beast boy