𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄
@thehellraiser.bsky.social
[ 𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗟𝗧 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 ] —— i'm british and a miserable cunt, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴.
⋮ ⚲ #MarvelRP #DCrp #MVRP #HorrorRP
𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗦, 𝗔𝗜 & 𝗟𝗘𝗪𝗗 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 DNI
{ http://𝐇𝐄𝐗/ he/him —— 25+ }
⋮ ⚲ #MarvelRP #DCrp #MVRP #HorrorRP
𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗦, 𝗔𝗜 & 𝗟𝗘𝗪𝗗 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 DNI
{ http://𝐇𝐄𝐗/ he/him —— 25+ }
Pinned
// kinda want to bring my BG3 oc ;-;
January 17, 2026 at 2:42 PM
// kinda want to bring my BG3 oc ;-;
// me estoy ahogando
“¡YO SOY FRANCESCO VIRGOLINI!
¡FIUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNN!
¡LA MÁQUINA MÁS RÁPIDA!
¡DE TODA ÍTALA!
¡FIUUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!”
¡FIUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNN!
¡LA MÁQUINA MÁS RÁPIDA!
¡DE TODA ÍTALA!
¡FIUUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!”
January 17, 2026 at 2:42 PM
// me estoy ahogando
// bad news is that I burnt half of my hand cooking. Good news is that it's not the drawing hand.
January 17, 2026 at 2:09 PM
// bad news is that I burnt half of my hand cooking. Good news is that it's not the drawing hand.
I think I still can.
But you DO get drunk?
I just hope it ends me once and for all, but my magic burns it.
January 17, 2026 at 10:56 AM
I think I still can.
I just hope it ends me once and for all, but my magic burns it.
Quick question, do you get alcohol poisoning or do you magically flush it out of your system?
For my next trick I might just drink a bottle of vodka by myself and see what happens.
January 17, 2026 at 10:51 AM
I just hope it ends me once and for all, but my magic burns it.
For my next trick I might just drink a bottle of vodka by myself and see what happens.
January 17, 2026 at 10:42 AM
For my next trick I might just drink a bottle of vodka by myself and see what happens.
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! `` 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥. `` !
[ Independent portrayal of ULTRON ]
[ 616 / Rivals based, own headcanons present. ]
[ Created by Veil ]
[ #marvelrp #marvelcomicsrp #mcurp #mvrp ]
[ Independent portrayal of ULTRON ]
[ 616 / Rivals based, own headcanons present. ]
[ Created by Veil ]
[ #marvelrp #marvelcomicsrp #mcurp #mvrp ]
January 16, 2026 at 1:21 PM
! `` 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥. `` !
[ Independent portrayal of ULTRON ]
[ 616 / Rivals based, own headcanons present. ]
[ Created by Veil ]
[ #marvelrp #marvelcomicsrp #mcurp #mvrp ]
[ Independent portrayal of ULTRON ]
[ 616 / Rivals based, own headcanons present. ]
[ Created by Veil ]
[ #marvelrp #marvelcomicsrp #mcurp #mvrp ]
Reposted by 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄
“ᴀᴛ ʟᴀꜱᴛ, ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏʀɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ’ꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇɴ, ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴀᴛʜʟᴇᴛᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴡʀᴇꜱᴛʟᴇʀꜱ
- ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ!”
- ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ!”
January 16, 2026 at 1:32 PM
“ᴀᴛ ʟᴀꜱᴛ, ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏʀɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ’ꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇɴ, ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴀᴛʜʟᴇᴛᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴡʀᴇꜱᴛʟᴇʀꜱ
- ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ!”
- ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ!”
And apparently he was such a good liar people wouldn't even believe him when he told the truth. It made no difference to him, of course. The less they knew, the better.
"I'll reheat it later." For he truly wouldn't be able to hold the stupid mug.
"I'll reheat it later." For he truly wouldn't be able to hold the stupid mug.
"No history of epilepsy," she stated plainly, and didn't bother elaborating on how she knew that.
"Good liar. Bad at hiding it. Drink while it's warm."
"Good liar. Bad at hiding it. Drink while it's warm."
He dared not take it. Not yet.
"I'm afraid that's not the problem… or not entirely."
Fortunately, he was feeling something again. No matter if it was cold or warm. It was something.
"Me? Because I had an epileptic episode and you found me and saved my arse."
"I'm afraid that's not the problem… or not entirely."
Fortunately, he was feeling something again. No matter if it was cold or warm. It was something.
"Me? Because I had an epileptic episode and you found me and saved my arse."
January 15, 2026 at 6:38 PM
And apparently he was such a good liar people wouldn't even believe him when he told the truth. It made no difference to him, of course. The less they knew, the better.
"I'll reheat it later." For he truly wouldn't be able to hold the stupid mug.
"I'll reheat it later." For he truly wouldn't be able to hold the stupid mug.
He dared not take it. Not yet.
"I'm afraid that's not the problem… or not entirely."
Fortunately, he was feeling something again. No matter if it was cold or warm. It was something.
"Me? Because I had an epileptic episode and you found me and saved my arse."
"I'm afraid that's not the problem… or not entirely."
Fortunately, he was feeling something again. No matter if it was cold or warm. It was something.
"Me? Because I had an epileptic episode and you found me and saved my arse."
She disappeared for a moment, stepping out of the immediate area, only to return with a steaming cup. She laid it down in front of him.
"Hands take longer to warm. Drink."
It was hot chocolate. Not exactly the best cup, probably just instant mix and hot water, but serviceable.
"Why are you here?"
"Hands take longer to warm. Drink."
It was hot chocolate. Not exactly the best cup, probably just instant mix and hot water, but serviceable.
"Why are you here?"
+ alive.
"Fuckin' hell..." He muttered under his breath. Then turned his gaze to her. "Thank you for helping me."
Hasn't she found him, things could've gone way worse and that would've meant real trouble.
"Fuckin' hell..." He muttered under his breath. Then turned his gaze to her. "Thank you for helping me."
Hasn't she found him, things could've gone way worse and that would've meant real trouble.
January 15, 2026 at 1:59 PM
He dared not take it. Not yet.
"I'm afraid that's not the problem… or not entirely."
Fortunately, he was feeling something again. No matter if it was cold or warm. It was something.
"Me? Because I had an epileptic episode and you found me and saved my arse."
"I'm afraid that's not the problem… or not entirely."
Fortunately, he was feeling something again. No matter if it was cold or warm. It was something.
"Me? Because I had an epileptic episode and you found me and saved my arse."
It would've suited him to die like that. But fate still needed to play a few more rounds of this game it seems.
"I'll be fine, I just need some rest…"
Yet his hands were quite shaky. His nervous system was on fire yesterday… after so long of being dormant, working as it should to keep him +
"I'll be fine, I just need some rest…"
Yet his hands were quite shaky. His nervous system was on fire yesterday… after so long of being dormant, working as it should to keep him +
"Old Gotham. Grant Park. Face down in mud. No signs of struggle. Low pulse. Shallow breathing. Early signs of hypothermia."
As if to punctuate her point, she threw another wool blanket over his head.
"Trouble."
As if to punctuate her point, she threw another wool blanket over his head.
"Trouble."
"I get it I failed to make it to my appointment..."
That was the real trouble. Although, knowing infernal creatures, having them provoking him another… episode is not off the table.
"Where did you find me...?"
He feels so sluggish.
That was the real trouble. Although, knowing infernal creatures, having them provoking him another… episode is not off the table.
"Where did you find me...?"
He feels so sluggish.
January 15, 2026 at 1:26 PM
It would've suited him to die like that. But fate still needed to play a few more rounds of this game it seems.
"I'll be fine, I just need some rest…"
Yet his hands were quite shaky. His nervous system was on fire yesterday… after so long of being dormant, working as it should to keep him +
"I'll be fine, I just need some rest…"
Yet his hands were quite shaky. His nervous system was on fire yesterday… after so long of being dormant, working as it should to keep him +
It's so cold his ears and nose turned slightly red, making him look like he's blushing. All thanks to that british paleness of his.
"I thought being a walking pit of lava would have some bloody perks-..."
"I thought being a walking pit of lava would have some bloody perks-..."
January 15, 2026 at 1:12 PM
It's so cold his ears and nose turned slightly red, making him look like he's blushing. All thanks to that british paleness of his.
"I thought being a walking pit of lava would have some bloody perks-..."
"I thought being a walking pit of lava would have some bloody perks-..."
"I get it I failed to make it to my appointment..."
That was the real trouble. Although, knowing infernal creatures, having them provoking him another… episode is not off the table.
"Where did you find me...?"
He feels so sluggish.
That was the real trouble. Although, knowing infernal creatures, having them provoking him another… episode is not off the table.
"Where did you find me...?"
He feels so sluggish.
A couch. And lots of punching bags. Her old training cave. It had been the closest place.
She didn't bother answering his question directly.
"Constantine in Gotham? Trouble. Need to be watching."
She didn't bother answering his question directly.
"Constantine in Gotham? Trouble. Need to be watching."
Not like he had the energy to be startled but his, apparently, saviour.
"No shite... What are you doing here?"
𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 remained a mystery to him. But wherever that was, it had a bed. Or a couch.
"No shite... What are you doing here?"
𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 remained a mystery to him. But wherever that was, it had a bed. Or a couch.
January 15, 2026 at 1:03 PM
"I get it I failed to make it to my appointment..."
That was the real trouble. Although, knowing infernal creatures, having them provoking him another… episode is not off the table.
"Where did you find me...?"
He feels so sluggish.
That was the real trouble. Although, knowing infernal creatures, having them provoking him another… episode is not off the table.
"Where did you find me...?"
He feels so sluggish.
Monsters. He knows one or two. But more importantly, a few months ago he found an old sigil scribbled on the brick wall of the sewers. Maybe...
"What do they look like? The monsters, I mean..."
"What do they look like? The monsters, I mean..."
"Just... Keep an eye and an ear open. I know that I take everyone at face value, and it's important that I do. But it's also important we have people looking out."
He paused, folding his arms over his chest.
"Something's off, seeing lots of strange monsters these days..."
He paused, folding his arms over his chest.
"Something's off, seeing lots of strange monsters these days..."
"We've dealt with worse shit-eating bastards I'm sure."
As much as he tried to look uninterested in the matter, John offered his aid. In his own way.
As much as he tried to look uninterested in the matter, John offered his aid. In his own way.
January 15, 2026 at 12:58 PM
Monsters. He knows one or two. But more importantly, a few months ago he found an old sigil scribbled on the brick wall of the sewers. Maybe...
"What do they look like? The monsters, I mean..."
"What do they look like? The monsters, I mean..."
Reposted by 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄
Tʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑦 ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏғ 𝖘𝖎𝖓.
August 16, 2025 at 2:55 AM
Tʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑦 ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏғ 𝖘𝖎𝖓.
Not like he had the energy to be startled but his, apparently, saviour.
"No shite... What are you doing here?"
𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 remained a mystery to him. But wherever that was, it had a bed. Or a couch.
"No shite... What are you doing here?"
𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 remained a mystery to him. But wherever that was, it had a bed. Or a couch.
A dark, stoic face hovered over him, watching.
"Never this limp. Always tense. But not relaxed. Something is wrong."
"Never this limp. Always tense. But not relaxed. Something is wrong."
There's no denying it's been a long night. He feels his brain and body numb. All numb.
Who the hell found him? Whoever it was… they did before he could choke on his tongue.
Who the hell found him? Whoever it was… they did before he could choke on his tongue.
January 15, 2026 at 12:47 PM
Not like he had the energy to be startled but his, apparently, saviour.
"No shite... What are you doing here?"
𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 remained a mystery to him. But wherever that was, it had a bed. Or a couch.
"No shite... What are you doing here?"
𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 remained a mystery to him. But wherever that was, it had a bed. Or a couch.
"We've dealt with worse shit-eating bastards I'm sure."
As much as he tried to look uninterested in the matter, John offered his aid. In his own way.
As much as he tried to look uninterested in the matter, John offered his aid. In his own way.
"Lots of powerful new players appearing all at once. Makes you on edge."
It was survival skills, for sure.
Clark and John might never be close friends, but he understood him on a few levels and respected him.
It was survival skills, for sure.
Clark and John might never be close friends, but he understood him on a few levels and respected him.
Some would call it survival skills.
"Worried. Something really fucked up must be going on to have you worried. That or some illness is taking your parents' cattle."
"Worried. Something really fucked up must be going on to have you worried. That or some illness is taking your parents' cattle."
January 15, 2026 at 12:34 PM
"We've dealt with worse shit-eating bastards I'm sure."
As much as he tried to look uninterested in the matter, John offered his aid. In his own way.
As much as he tried to look uninterested in the matter, John offered his aid. In his own way.
There's no denying it's been a long night. He feels his brain and body numb. All numb.
Who the hell found him? Whoever it was… they did before he could choke on his tongue.
Who the hell found him? Whoever it was… they did before he could choke on his tongue.
January 15, 2026 at 12:31 PM
There's no denying it's been a long night. He feels his brain and body numb. All numb.
Who the hell found him? Whoever it was… they did before he could choke on his tongue.
Who the hell found him? Whoever it was… they did before he could choke on his tongue.
// thanks for being patient w/ me while I try to get back here and write again 🥲
January 12, 2026 at 6:00 PM
// thanks for being patient w/ me while I try to get back here and write again 🥲
Some would call it survival skills.
"Worried. Something really fucked up must be going on to have you worried. That or some illness is taking your parents' cattle."
"Worried. Something really fucked up must be going on to have you worried. That or some illness is taking your parents' cattle."
"Been better, been worse."
Rubbed the back of his head as he let his eyes drift down to the Brit, not wondering about the lie.
John lied all the time.
"Me? I'm worried. Pretty worried."
Rubbed the back of his head as he let his eyes drift down to the Brit, not wondering about the lie.
John lied all the time.
"Me? I'm worried. Pretty worried."
The familiar red boots came into view and John exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Never been better…"
He didn't put any effort in hiding the lie. Nothing new.
"How about you, farm boy?"
"Never been better…"
He didn't put any effort in hiding the lie. Nothing new.
"How about you, farm boy?"
January 12, 2026 at 4:23 PM
Some would call it survival skills.
"Worried. Something really fucked up must be going on to have you worried. That or some illness is taking your parents' cattle."
"Worried. Something really fucked up must be going on to have you worried. That or some illness is taking your parents' cattle."
The familiar red boots came into view and John exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Never been better…"
He didn't put any effort in hiding the lie. Nothing new.
"How about you, farm boy?"
"Never been better…"
He didn't put any effort in hiding the lie. Nothing new.
"How about you, farm boy?"
"Hey John, feeling alright...?"
He hovered near by, up wind so not to get a face full of smoke with his super senses.
He hovered near by, up wind so not to get a face full of smoke with his super senses.
Looking down at the cigarette carefully held between his fingers.
"You are not doing a great job..." John whispered to the thing, as though he wanted it to… work faster.
"You are not doing a great job..." John whispered to the thing, as though he wanted it to… work faster.
January 11, 2026 at 10:03 PM
The familiar red boots came into view and John exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Never been better…"
He didn't put any effort in hiding the lie. Nothing new.
"How about you, farm boy?"
"Never been better…"
He didn't put any effort in hiding the lie. Nothing new.
"How about you, farm boy?"
Looking down at the cigarette carefully held between his fingers.
"You are not doing a great job..." John whispered to the thing, as though he wanted it to… work faster.
"You are not doing a great job..." John whispered to the thing, as though he wanted it to… work faster.
January 11, 2026 at 9:57 PM
Looking down at the cigarette carefully held between his fingers.
"You are not doing a great job..." John whispered to the thing, as though he wanted it to… work faster.
"You are not doing a great job..." John whispered to the thing, as though he wanted it to… work faster.
Constantine would easily ignore all of them while lighting a cigarette. In fact, he didn't notice their presence at all.
January 11, 2026 at 9:51 PM
Constantine would easily ignore all of them while lighting a cigarette. In fact, he didn't notice their presence at all.
"Exactly, love, there's no need to complicate things."
“So… we could go to the headquarters of that particular company and you can just cast a few fireballs?”
“I’m liking this idea.”
“I’m liking this idea.”
"Well, you know… I don't usually go through all that trouble. I go to the source of the issue and cast fireball."
January 11, 2026 at 9:33 PM
"Exactly, love, there's no need to complicate things."