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A very nice psychoanalysis and personality analysis, it reflects the character very well, I loved it

— BASICS: JOHN CONSTANTINE.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE?    slightly taller than the average at 6'0" even, but he tends to slouch and lounge a lot so he often looks shorter when standing, taller when sitting.

▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT? yeah, mostly. considering hell seems to have something in the weetabix making every demon fucking massive, he wouldn't mind an extra couple of inches so he's not always being intimidating at chin-level, but he's pretty confident in his appearance and doesn't care much for something he can't change.

▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE? soft, curly, natural blond with light grey (which will eventually be white) coming in around the temples & part. usually just long enough to droop into his eyes when left un-gelled.

▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING?    depends on his mental health, but usually yes. he's got hair masks, a bunch of different pomades & mousse, and he often shaves his chest & plucks nose hairs. he's got a multi-step skincare routine, is not averse to putting on makeup, and tends to experiment with different colognes in combination with whatever scented products he puts in his hair. in a low period, it's all charcoal soap + 3-in-1 shampoo-conditioner, slap some water on his face and go, but on average he spends a decent bit of time on upkeep.

▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK? not much personally these days, and not so much cares. it's more that he's aware of how his looks can make an impression under specific sets of circumstances (be it a good or bad impression), and hyperaware that with his current reputation, he might need to make a fairly big impression at any given time. it's usually important to his survival that others perceive him the way he wants them to and he knows that all too well, but at a personal level, he couldn't give less of a shit whether someone side-eyes him on the street as a fop or he's dressed down for dressed-up company.

— PREFERENCES.

▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS? bit of a toss-up, but indoors. he often feels too exposed if he's outside for too long.

▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE? he doesn't particularly mind either, but finds that rain is usually thematically reflective of his mood.

▸ FOREST OR BEACH? the beach. he doesn't swim, or like sand, but it has good memories for him.

▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS? precious metals, they have utility; they can be shaped to serve a purpose, and signify things like love and commitment. he's seen people do some truly heinous shit for gems that'll just sit in a vault or on a shelf somewhere later, doing fuckall; he can't bring himself to value them the same way.

▸ FLOWERS OR PERFUMES? perfumes. smelling them involves fewer bugs, and often nicer circumstances.

▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE? personality. you can dress up a shit in armani all you like, it still won't stink any less.

▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD? being in a crowd. he loves people, most of the time; loves to brush up against the edges of their normal lives.

▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY? a measure of both, ideally, but order's not worth shit if it comes at the cost of personal freedoms. anarchy, on the other hand, is usually pretty fun.

▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES? immensely circumstantial. but there's no point in ignoring a painful truth when it's right there in front of your face, or in refusing to deliver it when it's right there in your hands, and denial starts to piss him off past a certain point.

▸ SCIENCE OR MAGIC? is he a joke to you?

▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT? peace, all the way, every time. he wants peace for himself so badly. but as he says about conflict & violence, "you can't pretend it isn't happening, right?" similar to hard truths, if fists are about to start flying then there's no point playing pacifist and hoping no one hits you; and if someone needs a good telling-off, regardless of the delicacy of the environment, then he's more than happy to shake that tree.

▸ NIGHT OR DAY? night, when he has space to think. besides, no one's going to stop to question a guy in a trenchcoat wandering the streets in the dark.

▸ DUSK OR DAWN? dusk, right when the pubs start picking up with life and laughter and the stars are starting to come out.

▸ WARMTH OR COLD?   warmth. he always thinks of jacko and people like him when it's cold.

▸ MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS? he doesn't mind either, so long as he has company, but his life is at its best when he's got a few close friends to hang around who truly know him.

▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME? reading. he devours books like a termite.

— QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS?    smoking incessantly is always the first one that comes to mind; running his mouth regardless of whether he can back it up if things escalate is another. abruptly running out on people without telling them why is a big one, especially when there's emotional conflict involved. he's terrible at apologizing in a way that sounds as sincere as it's meant, because he shies away from the vulnerability of admitting he was wrong and ends up sounding breezy or dismissive instead. he tends to read people's mail if he thinks the packaging "looks interesting". he treats his body like a punching bag and it never occurs to him how often he might get his friends in trouble because they (shockingly) care enough about him to want to defend him.

▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM?   so many people. his dad's death and his sister's death especially fucked with him, because he feels that both were directly (or indirectly if he's feeling generous with himself) his fault. his dad's death led to him killing a man, which has haunted him ever since; his sister's death led to his estrangement from his niece because 1) she blamed him and 2) he ran off and avoided her + the funeral arrangements when she needed him around most, which he'll always regret. the latter also really, indelibly soured his outlook on life + magic + himself.

his friend header's death is another significant one: it's the one that convinced him to try to go things alone whenever possible instead of asking for help when he needs it, because he'd asked header for help and that's what got him killed; it also heralded the deaths of most of his friend group at the time, which only cemented his resolution to try and keep his friends as uninvolved in his problems as possible.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS?    going to the beach with his dad & sister as a kid, the wild days of touring with mucous membrane, staying with brendan & kit in ireland after ravenscar, his 40th birthday party, sitting with dani & their friends watching rich the punk attach skis to the roof of a van, catching up with chas after a long time apart, pissing off the roof of ravenscar after winning ownership just to let it rot.

▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL? no. never. he's killed one person in his whole life (at least directly, with his own two hands), and it has haunted him ever since. even the idea of leading someone to their unavoidable death (like he did with gary lester) makes him sick at heart; although he's found peace with the idea of leading someone into a position where their own actions will inevitably get them killed, because most of the people he does that to are assholes who could choose to make a different decision at any time.

▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN?    tsunami: an ominous retreat from emotion followed by a roaring tidal wave of self-destructive behavior, alcohol, and engaging with his hallucinations that makes it suddenly and abruptly clear to anyone who's only ever seen the put-together occultist or the insouciant con man that this guy is always wearing some mask or other, because this new person before them is not fucking alright and hasn't been in decades. it's a mess, and it's ugly, and it leaves a lot of debris in its wake. he knows this, and he tries his best to break down anonymously / in secret when he can: pushes people away or gets them pissed at him enough to leave on their own, then either finds some open-late haunt to terrorize that has a high enough tolerance to let him drink for a while and aggressive enough bouncers to throw him out when they're sick of it, or seeks out strangers who will fight him / fuck him into realizing it was a bad idea.

on the other hand, if someone he knows and trusts sticks it out through every attempt to scare them off, then he will have no recourse but to crumple and sob like a little kid in front of them, and that can be just as terrifying as — if not more so than — the anger issues and bad decisions.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE?    capable, yes, ostensibly. does he? rarely. it's more common for him to trust someone not to fuck him over as an accomplice while he's gambling with his own life, than for him to place the whole of it completely in their hands. it's more often that he's surprised when the people he trusted enough to keep informed choose to back him up when he needs it most.

▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE?  sentimental, silly, soft. cleans up his act and appearance, gets more careful, socializes more, finds hope in the little things. optimistic. tries harder to live. smiles and laughs without a trace of bitterness behind it. replaces every pain-soaked, value-defining cornerstone of his life with pictures of them. comes in soaked from the rain because he saw some flowers they liked & stopped to pick them / realized he was passing their favorite restaurant & doubled back to pick up food / got lost in thought & ended up walking to the place where they met. stresses about being good enough for them. forgets their birthday, then scrambles to make up for it. rewires every pathway in his life to revolve around them.

he's not always healthy about it, he's not always good at it, but he loves with every fiber of his being and basks in the warm glow of having a future that isn't quite so lonely, even as he waits with bated breath and eyes shut tight for it all to come crashing down.

This is my new canon from now on

I really can't get over this post by @ficandkaboodle about V admiring Copia but being shy vs. Copia interpreting everything as a personal attack, so I had to draw it. No idea what their dynamic is actually going to be, but I want to play in this space for a bit.

I cannot stand these guys

Zatanna projecting her period cramps onto Constantine

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‼️‼️🚨SPOILER ART FOR RITE HERE RITE NOW!!!! ALERT!! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!🚨‼️‼️

i got far too lost in the sauce and this scene had me bawling bro literally watching his mother die right infront of his very own eyes and i’m trying to cope with the fact that everyone thinks he’s crazy and he’s all alone now GUH WAHHHH WAHH WAHHHHHHHHHH

I just read that Manco's and what I had in mind were exactly the same

also, the decision made in all his engines to draw constantine's shitty father the exact same way they drew constantine for the rest of the comic has not left my mind since last night and it's eating my brain.

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