Constantine
@johannaconstantine.bsky.social
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𝑶𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝑵𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓. 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒕. ⁽ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᵈʳᵘⁿᵏ⁾ 25+ MVRP GMT #AtomicBomb
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johannaconstantine.bsky.social
"𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓.ᐟ"

✨ SandmanRP, DCRP
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✨ Banter, SL’s, etc

📻 25+ mun, she/her, GMT
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
"No, I don't know... You'd still..."

Die.

And yet some iteration of Dream would live on. So why couldn't he syphon off the part of him that made him 𝒽𝒾𝓂 ?

"None of us know what we're doing, so you'd fit right in with that part. At least."
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
"Is there a way you could... move that part of yourself into a second form? Separate the aspect of Dream, from the things that make the man?"

Her palm was sweaty, she wiped it on her trousers. Maybe that was just an insult, asking him to split himself in half and sacrifice one part. -
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
"But you know, maybe we're thinking about this backwards."

To end the suffering of his son meant that Morpheus would die. That was a fact, something unchangeable.

"You... Everything you are now, it's different from what you used to be, right?" -
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
Her fingers tapped off her thigh, first three, then two, and finally just her ring finger. The one that had a ring placed there by him a few years ago now.

"Lucienne is capable of caring for the Dreaming. And there is the little boy, Daniel Hall. You said he was part of the Dreaming." -
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
Yeah, I like to read with my titties out. Lap it up.
Brunette reading with her tits out
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
“What kind of being would you be afterwards?”

That mattered. No so much to her, but he’d made a point to change her into something that would endure the years, he’d need to be able to do the same.

“Could you protect yourself?”
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
He’s touched on that before, or rather she’d asked. Long ago, now.

Because of his son.

“Abdicate? Find a replacement?”

Actually. The how didn’t matter. She knew he’d never leave the Dreaming without someone to care for it. -
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
Morpheus is just 🧍🏻

While Jo is 💃🏻
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
“Knock knock,
Who’s there?”

“Fuck off.”
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
There was never any question in her mind when she did a spell or set a ward, she knew it would work, even if it wasn't in the way she planned. Because it always worked. Even back when she was a novice and just learning, it worked.
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
That's because London was full of sweaty bodies and exhaust fumes. Not good for a baby, not at all.

Luckily, Drina was with her nannies in the Dreaming. And Matthew, probably.

"Feels like the smug satisfaction of something I know will work." -
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
“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.”
thehellraiser.bsky.social
"I couldn't care less for the wedding, Jo, looks like you don't know me anymore."
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
“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.
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
“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.
thehellraiser.bsky.social
"OK, what the hell do you want? I thought you were busy mingling with the Eternals."
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
“Someone’s got his knickers in a twist.”

Deep inhale.

Blowing the biggest raspberry
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
The dicks became stems.

She hoped to Heaven that they wouldn’t start dripping ‘sap’…

Only a few dripped sap, caught halfway between shapes.

“Shit…”
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
He was cold again, she glanced at him and made a note to warm him up later. Remind him of those little human things that were just for her.

For now, she tried to hold the shape of a rose in her mind. A white rose. And slowly, the little penises changed shape. The balls became the flowers. -
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
“If Drina were here, I’d be decent and demure and make little ducks.”

Which meant that she had enough of a grasp on it to control what basic shape she made.

A rose though, that was a little more complex. -
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
“Someone’s got his knickers in a twist.”

Deep inhale.

Blowing the biggest raspberry
thehellraiser.bsky.social
"I asked first. But I actually don't care, get lost, Jo. I have stuff to do."
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
“Me? What are you doing here? I heard you moved to Manchester to follow your dreams of being a deadbeat.”
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
Look, I fixed everything.

You’re welcome.

@disquietdream.bsky.social
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
Arms cross over her chest, her foot taps.

"Seriously? You're standing there expecting me to do everything? I have to tell you to get that coat off, wear the nice shirt with all the mesh, get on your knees like a good boy?"

"Well come on, then! Get to it!"
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
“Hey, Dream-Stick, can I bounce on it?” @disquietdream.bsky.social
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
“You shoulda seen what he did with the books. I had a cat that killed books off the shelves to get my attention, too.”
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
Not a portal. But a tree. Lifting, branching out, blossoming with small crystal….

dicks…..

Small. Crystal. Dicks.

All over.
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
“A portal.”

Yeah, she knew that one. It had been a while, though. She’d been taking her maternity leave seriously.

Slow breath and she tried to find the magic, chanting about portals in her mind. Then she grabbed at that feeling and tried to shape it into something else. -
johannaconstantine.bsky.social
“There would be dicks everywhere.”

So…

“Let’s do it, show me how to mess with reality.”