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This definitely applies to Cain.

Killing your bro can result in becoming a demon and getting unwanted immortality

So, bro always looks 30, but he's around 10,000-ish or more years old.

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hmm… post about Penis? rebloggeroni

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Do you like PINK? Do you also like short little sassy sayters, which eat the flower crowns that you gift them? If so then please give this post a rebloggeroni and follow me!! Read the original tags for more infornation, thanks!

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hmm… post about Penis? rebloggeroni

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Applying this to cain

More Sick Prompts/Starters

“Yelling at me isn’t going to help your sore throat.”

“You said it was just a cold last week and you’re still not better!”

“This medicine must be expired or something, it isn’t helping at all.”

“At least rest until your fever’s down.”

“I think that’s a rash…”

“Sounds like you lost the fight to that cold.”

“Get up one more time, and I swear I will strap you down to the bed!”

“Whoa there, snot monster! Just where do you think you’re going??”

“Yikes. Your fever really came back with a vengeance, huh?”

“Don’t force yourself to eat that if your stomach’s not up to it.”

“Why does the thermometer always disappear when I want to take your temperature?”

“Please let me help you, I’m scared you’re gonna fall.”

“This is your last chance to say something that makes sense before I haul your butt to the doctor.”

“I don’t think you got over your cold, sounds like it just moved into your chest.”

“Wow, that bug really took a lot out of you.”

“Between the sprain and the sniffles, you really can’t catch a break this week.”

“Bad cough, much? Your ribs okay??”

“Never thought I’d say this, but I liked it better when you were feeling up to complaining.”

“Here, take my coat. This rain isn’t going to do you any favors, you’re barely over being sick.”

“You couldn’t have picked a worse time to lose your voice.”

“Sorry, but you’ve gotta lose the blanket burrito until your fever breaks.”

“Just hold out a little longer and then I promise I’ll shower you with lotion tissues and name brand cough drops.”

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Applying this to cain now.

Ya know the thing characters do before they come to consciousness? That perfect lil thing where they do that wince, and their eyes which are closed squeeze shut even tighter as their brows forrow, then they slowly open their eyes, blinking against the too-bright light, especially coupled with a soft little noise of distress… just such good shit 👌

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Applying this to cain

When they finally collapse, they don't know if it's from the fever, the icy cold around them, or the blood rapidly staining the inside of their jacket. Whatever the reason, they feel the ground tilting beneath them and soon their knees are soaked through with snow, then their shoulders, then their hair. It's the worst cold they've ever felt, wracking their body with violent chills from head to foot. Their head spins even as they lie still on the ground, the edges of their vision shadowy and blurred.

They know they're going to die. It won't take long, out here. A series of coughs hits their body and the pain they've felt all over worsens by tenfold. If they could keep going only for a little while, maybe they would have a chance...but they're too weak, too tired. It hurts so much.

In a vain attempt to distract themselves from the pain they tilt their head up to look at the spidery bare trees touching the clouded sky above. They wish it was a clear night. It would have been nice to see the stars.

Something cold touches their face. Their brain is working so slowly by now that it takes them a long moment to realize snow is falling. Snow...they always liked snow...snow isn't so bad.

They always thought when they died they would think of all the people they loved the most, all the best things that ever happened to them, either to mourn them or celebrate them. But in the end they're too tired to do any of that, even to keep their eyes open any longer. They let them fall shut, feeling soft snowflakes melting on their skin as the world fades away.

The first time they wake up, all they feel is a sharp pain somewhere in their abdomen and an awful swimming feeling in their head, making the whole world twist and tilt. And the cold. They feel horribly, horribly cold.

The pain hits again and this time they let out a weak groan. It's hard to breathe, they can't move, it doesn't even feel like they have limbs at all. They would lift their head but it's too heavy.

"Lie still, sweetheart," says a strange, watery sounding voice from somewhere in the grey smudge of the world. "I need to finish your stitches."

None of those words make sense. Another voice joins the first one, making even less sense, and despite the pain they feel themselves slipping away again.

The second time they wake up, it's the howl of the wind that does it. A storm must have started up. But they're not out in the woods anymore, they're lying somewhere soft, warm. They can feel a faint dampness in their hair, but their clothes are dry and clean. Their stomach hurts if they breathe too deeply, and their lungs burn, but the pain has faded somewhat. Now all they are is exhausted.

Very slowly, they inch their leaden eyelids open. Right above them is a row of wooden beams, bathed in a mellow golden light. They're tucked warmly into a bed with several blankets and quilts piled on top of them, in an unfamiliar room. They try to turn their head but are overwhelmed with dizziness.

"Oh, there you are," says a quiet voice near them. A cool hand touches their cheek, and someone's face looms above them, looking concerned. "We've been so worried about you, it's good to see your eyes open."

Time seems to have sped up. "Who...who are you?" they croak. "Where am I?" Try as they might, they can't keep the panic out of their voice.

"It's okay," says the stranger. "You're safe now. There's a few of us here, and none of us will hurt you, don't worry about that. We found you in the woods a few hours ago. You were badly hurt, it's a good thing we got there when we did. You've got a fever too, do you have some kind of virus?"

They nod feebly, remembering the chills and sore muscles and throat that have plagued them for the past three days. "I'm sorry," they say, not sure exactly what they're apologizing for. "It's...a lot."

"Oh, honey, don't be sorry. You've had a rough time. I don't know exactly what happened to you, and I'm not going to ask right now, but you can tell when you're ready, okay? Just let us take care of you for now."

They didn't plan on it, but their eyes fill up with tears. They're about to lift a hand to dry them, but their arms are too weak and tangled in the blankets.

"Hey, hey, don't cry," the person beside them says. "It's all right. You're okay now." A hand brushes the hair back from their forehead. "We'll take care of you."

They press their lips tightly together, but the tears still run down their cheeks. "Thanks," they say with as much strength as they can. "Thank you."

"Hush. You need to rest, just try and sleep. If you need anything just call."

It's hard to keep their eyes open any longer. Somehow, miraculously, they're safe and alive, and maybe will soon feel better. They fall back into an exhausted sleep feeling confused, still slightly uneasy, but knowing they are being looked after, at the last time they ever thought they could be.

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Applying to Cain

Hey, good to see you awake, you really had us -

It’s okay, it’s okay. Shshshshsh.

Hey, whoa! Nonono, you shouldn’t be out of bed, you -

Aw, shit!

Hey, you’re okay. Calm down, calm down. That’s right. Let me help. I just want to help you up, okay? Here, that’s good. Let’s get you settled again.

Can I look you over? Make sure you’re alright? Or at least not worse off?

Yeah? Thank you.

Everything looks good, but you’re going to be feeling pretty out of it for a little while. How’s your head feeling?

That good, huh? Yeah, I don’t doubt it.

Look, I know you don’t know me, and you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you are safe here. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, but I’m here to help. You can tell me if something hurts, or if you need anything.

Long, stoic silences are acceptable, too, of course.

Anyway, I’ll be just down the hall if you-

“What happened?” You mean you don’t remember? No? Oh. Oh, well…you were brought in last night, injured and disoriented. Apparently, they found you on the street. You were in pretty bad shape and you weren’t making much sense. You passed out, and we treated your wounds.

I’m sorry, that’s all I know, but, uh, we’ll figure it out.

We’ll figure it out.

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Applying this to cain as well

A wakes up, their head aching. They hear a voice, and start to turn their head, but it hurts. “Sh,” the voice says, gently turning their head back. “You’ve got a head injury. Try not to move too much.”

A asks who they are. They are complete strangers to each other. What does B say about how A ended up in this bed, under their care?

[zoethehead]

Applying this (again, sorry) to cain

fever whump prompt

this is somewhat inspired by some bad illnesses i had back in august, september, and november(mainly covid, laryngitis, and some bad colds) it's also somewhat inspired by a story that i read a bit of, as well as a scene from a webcomic, and also a scene from a reboot of "Unknown Soldier" hope you enjoy

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The whumpee's trudging through the wilderness, their body sore and wracked with pain, they feel exhaustion slowly making itself known. The ground slowly starts to sway and tilt, disappearing beneath the injured whumpee. The whumpee accepts this, but they still try to fight the dizzying nausea and headache as they collapse, unknowing of when they'd be safe.

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The whumpee starts coming to.... They open their eyes, the world distorted in their sight, muddied into distorted shapes and sounds that slowly grow more coherent, yet their head still swims, and their body feels sore. "Seems like you're awake." a voice says. The whumpee turns their head, seeing a caretaker nearby, holding a cloth. The whumpee tries to get up, but the dizziness returns threefold, and the now patched up injuries ache.

"Woah there, You've been out for awhile, try to not exhaust yourself right now." The caretaker says, gently resting one hand on the whumpee's shoulder, laying them back down.

The whumpee opens their eyes again; having closed them when they hastily tried to get up, now noticing the bandages wrapped on their body.

"How long have I been out for?" the whumpee asks.

"About 2 days, you were quite honestly conked out when I found you, I brought you back here and help tend to your afflictions, you were also quite feverish too." the caretaker said.

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Let her have the cheesydog/cheddarwurst

Mallorie stole a cheesy hot dog and has been growling over it for 5 minutes now. 

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So, i'm reblogging this as this is the exact type of bed that Declan awoke in, i traced the 1st image from image 2, which is from an ikea catalog.

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Yet again, filling my feed with andras as the whumpee

Injured/Injury Starters

Injured

“Oh shit, are you alright?”

“Dude, I don’t think you’re alright.”

“Blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…”

“That looks broken.”

“Can you move your __?” 

“Are you okay?”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Who did this?”

“Did you do this to yourself?”

“How did this happen?”

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

“Do you need to go to a hospital?”

“That’s not supposed to bend that way.”

“Do you want me to look at it?”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”

“Stop moving!”

“There’s so much blood.”

“I’ll see if I have a first aid kit.”

“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”

“How did you even do this?”

“This happened in a fight?”

“Walk it off.”

“It’s not that bad.” 

“I think you need stitches.”

“You dumbass.” 

Injury

“I think I hurt myself.”

“I can’t feel my __.”

“I think my __ is broken.”

“Shit, that hurts to move.”

“I don’t think I can get up.”

“I’m going to try to get up.”

“Can you go get help?” 

“I need help.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

“I don’t think there’s supposed to be that much blood.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I got [shot, stabbed, etc].”

“I can’t walk.”

“I don’t think I need to go to a hospital.”

“I think I need to go to the hospital.”

“Stop laughing, this hurts.”

“My last words better not be stupid.”

“That was a dumb idea.”

“Shit, that burns.”

“I’m fine… really.”

“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”

“I got into a fight…”

“I feel lightheaded.”

“It hurts to move.”

“Can you look at it for me?” 

[zoethehead]

Asmodeus is one of 'em.

Yes, my version of the Lord of Lust is asexual cause' why not?

shout out to all the bitches NOT having gay sex this pride month

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Adding on;

Inspiration:

Oc: Elijah Riggs

(Prototype)

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(Current)

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this definitely fits well with Wulf, especially when in his phoenix form.

(sorry for the reblog, the texts just fit too damn well)

fun fact, i can be killed but it won’t last