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Send a word for your muse to find my muse in a certain state.

Mostly angsty stuff, but feel free to add your own.

Tears - Find my muse crying.

Rest - Find my muse sound asleep.

Dream - Find my muse moving in their sleep due to a dream or nightmare.

Bleed - Find my muse injured.

Drink - Find my muse drunk.

Collapse - Find my muse blacked-out on the ground.

Leaving - Find my muse dying.

Grave - Find my muse dead.

Fear - Find my muse panicking about something.

Hide - Find my muse hiding from something or someone.

Anger - Find my muse very angry.

Escape - Find my muse trying to run away from something or someone.

Toxic - Find my muse poisoned.

Bruise - Find my muse badly beaten up. 

Freeze - Find my muse trying to keep warm in the cold.

Battle - Find my muse in the middle of a fight with someone or something.

Saw - Find my muse getting a limb amputated. 

Cough - Find my muse coughing out blood.

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"Clairaudience." Henry pulled a hand out and scratched the side of his face, "I can hear ghosts and demons and some other uh.. beings?" he said, his brows scrunching together. "Um, it's been that way since I was a kid. My parents thought I was crazy." So did he for a while, but that wasn't something he really wanted to dwell on. "And because I can hear them, a lot of the time they seek me out, so I made a business out of it."

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Pushing a hand through his hair and crinkling his nose, Henry sniffled as he avoided the puddles on the sidewalk. It'd been raining on and off for days now and with the changing leaves of fall, his allergies were flaring up and unignorable. A bluster of cool wind rolled down the street and he shivered before pulling his hood down a bit more to keep his face warm and dry from the misting.

Henry approached the crosswalk and hesitated. The local cemetery was up the block and he could already hear the faint whispering being carried over with the breeze. He wasn't quite sure he really wanted to listen today, he was already pretty miserable without the broken laments of those passed on. Rubbing his nose, he glanced towards the other street and sighed. It'd add an extra few minutes to his walk if he went this way, but at least he would be left alone for now.

Waiting for the light to turn, he hopped over another small puddle and made his choice. He'd earned a quiet walk.

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// FOLLOW MY NEW LADY BLS I LOVE HER SO MUCH

About Belle

//

Belle looks to be in her mid thirties, but she's far older. How old? If you ask, she'll usually say she stopped counting after 100.

The small town where she lives, nearly everyone knows what she is and none of them really mind. They know they're protected by her and gave her an affectionate nickname of Wolf Mother. To passersbys, non locals, and the ignorant her story is just an urban legend and they simply see her as an eccentric teacher with a love for dogs and anything with fur.

Personality wise, she's humorous and a little excitable, but gentle with the little ones. During the day she blends right in save for a few of her more.. peculiar dressing choices and a few tells only the trained could notice. At night it's not uncommon to see her grabbing a drink at the pubs or out walking her handful of animals.

Basically she's the kooky local dog lady who may or may not eat things that encroach or threaten her territory. And I love her 😔💖

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Shoving his hands in his pockets, his mouth scrunched to the side in thought. This whole thing had his head spinning and he'd never really been the type to leap into jobs without looking, but he wasn't sure he had a choice here. Looking at Dante, he had to blink before his thoughts cleared. "Oh! Uh.. Henry." he said and offered him a crooked smile, "But.. I don't think either of us are going to be making calls. Unless you've got a talk to text screen on your company phone."

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Pushing a hand through his hair and crinkling his nose, Henry sniffled as he avoided the puddles on the sidewalk. It'd been raining on and off for days now and with the changing leaves of fall, his allergies were flaring up and unignorable. A bluster of cool wind rolled down the street and he shivered before pulling his hood down a bit more to keep his face warm and dry from the misting.

Henry approached the crosswalk and hesitated. The local cemetery was up the block and he could already hear the faint whispering being carried over with the breeze. He wasn't quite sure he really wanted to listen today, he was already pretty miserable without the broken laments of those passed on. Rubbing his nose, he glanced towards the other street and sighed. It'd add an extra few minutes to his walk if he went this way, but at least he would be left alone for now.

Waiting for the light to turn, he hopped over another small puddle and made his choice. He'd earned a quiet walk.

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Henry scrubbed his hand over his face and let out a nervous laugh. On one hand; this ghost was the legendary devil hunter. On the other; the legendary devil hunter was killed and was asking him of all people for help. "Don't you have a Fortuna branch?" he asked then, watching him as they walked. "Ne.. Nelo? Nero? And the roboticist with the big hair? Why didn't you go to them?" Unless he did and- "..They couldn't see you."

Drumming his fingers atop his frown, the man hummed. "I've only taken on small jobs before." he told him earnestly, "My main work is as a medium and a witch. I'll lend you what magic I know and my knives, but I might need a little guidance."

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Pushing a hand through his hair and crinkling his nose, Henry sniffled as he avoided the puddles on the sidewalk. It'd been raining on and off for days now and with the changing leaves of fall, his allergies were flaring up and unignorable. A bluster of cool wind rolled down the street and he shivered before pulling his hood down a bit more to keep his face warm and dry from the misting.

Henry approached the crosswalk and hesitated. The local cemetery was up the block and he could already hear the faint whispering being carried over with the breeze. He wasn't quite sure he really wanted to listen today, he was already pretty miserable without the broken laments of those passed on. Rubbing his nose, he glanced towards the other street and sighed. It'd add an extra few minutes to his walk if he went this way, but at least he would be left alone for now.

Waiting for the light to turn, he hopped over another small puddle and made his choice. He'd earned a quiet walk.

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woo dohwan as seok dongcheol

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Devil May- That had him practically hopping after him with a bright, confused gaze. "You're Dante?!" he asked, his brows wrinkling together. "You're one of the reasons I got into devil hunting in the first place!" That changed everything here and explained a hell of a lot as well-- God, if he needed help, this was something big indeed.

Henry scratched his head, his mouth opening and closing a few times. "You're dead." he said, "I ah.. Sorry, I was a little confused before, but now I'm really confused."

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Pushing a hand through his hair and crinkling his nose, Henry sniffled as he avoided the puddles on the sidewalk. It'd been raining on and off for days now and with the changing leaves of fall, his allergies were flaring up and unignorable. A bluster of cool wind rolled down the street and he shivered before pulling his hood down a bit more to keep his face warm and dry from the misting.

Henry approached the crosswalk and hesitated. The local cemetery was up the block and he could already hear the faint whispering being carried over with the breeze. He wasn't quite sure he really wanted to listen today, he was already pretty miserable without the broken laments of those passed on. Rubbing his nose, he glanced towards the other street and sighed. It'd add an extra few minutes to his walk if he went this way, but at least he would be left alone for now.

Waiting for the light to turn, he hopped over another small puddle and made his choice. He'd earned a quiet walk.

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// since Henry can't hear and learns a lot from reading, when speaking out loud he tends to misspeak/say a lot of his words phonetically

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Henry opened his mouth, ready to tell him he wasn't in the necromancy business, but stayed quiet as the man continued to speak. Folding his arms across his chest, his chin tilted in thought. Big and bad, huh? It'd been a little while since anyone had come to him for anything demon related, and honestly? He missed it.

"I probably shouldn't accept before I know what it is-- Especially since I'd been planning on having a quiet day and getting my own work done." he said, "But.. You've piqued my interest. I-" A woman tottered past, serving him a strange stare since it probably looked like he was having a full conversation with himself. Henry's cheeks flushed warm and pressed his lips together while he waited for her to stroll out of earshot. Looking back to Dante, he nodded. "Sure. But we need to go someplace secluded to finish talking."

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Pushing a hand through his hair and crinkling his nose, Henry sniffled as he avoided the puddles on the sidewalk. It'd been raining on and off for days now and with the changing leaves of fall, his allergies were flaring up and unignorable. A bluster of cool wind rolled down the street and he shivered before pulling his hood down a bit more to keep his face warm and dry from the misting.

Henry approached the crosswalk and hesitated. The local cemetery was up the block and he could already hear the faint whispering being carried over with the breeze. He wasn't quite sure he really wanted to listen today, he was already pretty miserable without the broken laments of those passed on. Rubbing his nose, he glanced towards the other street and sighed. It'd add an extra few minutes to his walk if he went this way, but at least he would be left alone for now.

Waiting for the light to turn, he hopped over another small puddle and made his choice. He'd earned a quiet walk.

@indebted-and-hellbound

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Even More Unusual Asks

😬- If you bit someone, would it hurt? 🏨- Name a time you were badly injured. What happened and what caused it? 🏆- Do you consider yourself competitive at all? What will you do to win a game/fight? 🥘- Are you good at cooking? What is the best dish you have made. Alternatively, how bad are you at cooking? What’s the worst dish you’ve made? 🌴- Do you like going on vacation? Or does your boss force you to take a break? 🐚- When treasure hunting, what do you look for? Stuff that sparkles and shines or dusty ancient relics? 👓- How good is your eyesight? Do you ever need glasses for anything? 👛- What are the contents of your purse/bag/pockets? 👘- Describe your formal attire. What would you wear to a wedding, fancy dance/date/dinner, funeral, or similar formal events? 🐩- What dog breed bests suits you? 🐆- What cat breed best suits you? 🐻- What wild animal best suits you? 🎀- Do you like cute things at all? What is the cutest thing you have or have met? 🎉- What is a typical birthday celebration like for you? How do you go about celebrating other people’s birthdays? 🗝- What is looped around your key ring? 🛁- What do you do to treat yourself? 💉- Do you dislike shots and injections? 🌅- Are there any scenic locations you would like to live out your retirement in? 🍸- Do you need to relax right now? What do you do when you take the day off? 🏰- If you owned a castle, what would you make it look like? 🚏- How good are you with directions? Do you get lost easily? ⚽️- What games did you play with other kids when you were younger? 🍱- Are you hungry right now? Are you craving anything to eat?

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The man's eyebrows shot up before wrinkling together. He was kind of curious if he was being honest; there was just something weird about this. It was rare to meet a spirit a so disturbed that it fell out of the general.. rules he'd come to notice. He didn't seem to be following a routine or pattern and he looked out of place. Even the strangest of them tended to wander around either the cemetery where their body was laid or where they died and unless this guy was hit by a car, he doubted this corner was either spot.

"Your type." he repeated with a huff of a laugh, "Your type don't usually drop in for personal favors." Henry scratched his cheek and tongued the inside of his bottom lip. "It depends on what you want me to do. Are you asking me to put you to rest?"

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Pushing a hand through his hair and crinkling his nose, Henry sniffled as he avoided the puddles on the sidewalk. It'd been raining on and off for days now and with the changing leaves of fall, his allergies were flaring up and unignorable. A bluster of cool wind rolled down the street and he shivered before pulling his hood down a bit more to keep his face warm and dry from the misting.

Henry approached the crosswalk and hesitated. The local cemetery was up the block and he could already hear the faint whispering being carried over with the breeze. He wasn't quite sure he really wanted to listen today, he was already pretty miserable without the broken laments of those passed on. Rubbing his nose, he glanced towards the other street and sighed. It'd add an extra few minutes to his walk if he went this way, but at least he would be left alone for now.

Waiting for the light to turn, he hopped over another small puddle and made his choice. He'd earned a quiet walk.

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Henry jolted and stopped in his tracks, his eyes doubling in size. Holy shit. It wasn't that he was not used to hearing spirits, but being addressed so directly was pretty rare for the dead. Most of them were barely self aware and too self obsessed to break out of their own cycles of lamenting.

He took a second to blink and focus himself until what would've been nothing more than a brief fog to his sight became a more discernable shape. A man? Half of him was ready to brush past anyway to try and escape, but he knew his hesitance already gave him away. "...I am Deaf, prick." he countered with a scrunch of his features, signing along out of habit. "And most people are blind to the dead without assistance; you're lucky you even came across someone who knows how to look at you."

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Pushing a hand through his hair and crinkling his nose, Henry sniffled as he avoided the puddles on the sidewalk. It'd been raining on and off for days now and with the changing leaves of fall, his allergies were flaring up and unignorable. A bluster of cool wind rolled down the street and he shivered before pulling his hood down a bit more to keep his face warm and dry from the misting.

Henry approached the crosswalk and hesitated. The local cemetery was up the block and he could already hear the faint whispering being carried over with the breeze. He wasn't quite sure he really wanted to listen today, he was already pretty miserable without the broken laments of those passed on. Rubbing his nose, he glanced towards the other street and sighed. It'd add an extra few minutes to his walk if he went this way, but at least he would be left alone for now.

Waiting for the light to turn, he hopped over another small puddle and made his choice. He'd earned a quiet walk.

@indebted-and-hellbound

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Dead and Devilish || CLOSED

Pushing a hand through his hair and crinkling his nose, Henry sniffled as he avoided the puddles on the sidewalk. It'd been raining on and off for days now and with the changing leaves of fall, his allergies were flaring up and unignorable. A bluster of cool wind rolled down the street and he shivered before pulling his hood down a bit more to keep his face warm and dry from the misting.

Henry approached the crosswalk and hesitated. The local cemetery was up the block and he could already hear the faint whispering being carried over with the breeze. He wasn't quite sure he really wanted to listen today, he was already pretty miserable without the broken laments of those passed on. Rubbing his nose, he glanced towards the other street and sighed. It'd add an extra few minutes to his walk if he went this way, but at least he would be left alone for now.

Waiting for the light to turn, he hopped over another small puddle and made his choice. He'd earned a quiet walk.

@indebted-and-hellbound

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woo do hwan x high cut

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Remember to mention a character!

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GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

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The fjrst three asks for the thought-provoking headcanons!

How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning?

- Basically, his stance is "what's lawful isn't always moral" so he's not too bothered by law breaking rather than the morality of the action. It's not uncommon to see him turn a blind eye to victimless/harmless law breaking.

If your muse was the only person around and someone was injured, would they help? Would they have the experience needed?

- He would! He'd get real nervous about it, but he definitely would! He knows first aid and some healing magic, so if there was nobody else he'd scramble over and do his best.

What does your muse think of wealthy people? Do they resent them, or do they believe they earned what they have?

- He thinks the wealthy and entitled are obnoxious and tends to... exploit them if they wander into his business. He'll up his prices or give them placebo routines rather than anything real.