an ask / rp blog for cleaver ((phighting!oc)) run by @captainpillowww // tag dump
🍽️ this blog is not affiliated with boggio!
🔪TW: blood/gore, psychological torture, talks of murder and violence, abuse, implied ed, and cannibalism
🥩—`` 耳骨 頬骨 蝶形の骨 未曾有の耽美が跳び廻る ``
🍽️ restaurant rules ::
be civil when you're interacting with the characters! do not go too far.
flirting with the characters is allowed, but do not be inappropriate.
anon magic is completely allowed but playing god and being inappropriate is not permitted.
talk with comprehensible words because the mod has problems with tone through text.
if you are unsure about anything, feel free to dm!!
just a reminder that cleaver is an awful person. if you are uncomfortable with blood/gore, psychological torture, talks of murder and violence, abuse, and cannibalism, please please please be cautious when interacting or look out for posts marked with the trigger warnings.
be polite and have fun!!
🥩—`` 喰らう喰らう喰らう感動 喰らう喰らう喰らう感動 ``
🍽️ about cleaver :: " Have you wondered what love tastes like? "
name: cleaver gender: male
age: 25 gear: cleaver
faction: factionless
It's not to say he doesn't live up to what he says, it's just a rhetorical question. Welding his cleaver, he demonstrates passion through every meal he cooks. Through blood and muscle, hollowing marrow and meat, every dish is articulated with love; detailed with dessert should you pay handsomely. It's best advised to avoid his ire.
Rumor has it he eats other Demons, but it's neither confirmed nor denied. He makes jokes about this. He has an odd interest in Sword, almost romantically. He will laugh when hit by Sword and will admire his efforts to hurt or escape him.
2025 is coming to an end. Reblog this to let your mutuals and other roleplay partners know. That you've enjoyed every single interaction you've had with them.
Bloxy Cola shrugs "Eh... I'm not awake enough to care..."
She takes a seat and pulls out a can of caffeinated Cola to keep herself from falling asleep on the spot
" Get that overly caffeinated excuse of a drink out of my bistro. "
Cleaver's voice was unexpectedly low when he noticed the Cola. He had never liked those sodas; they were too sweet for the body, and a healthy body is always necessary for a prosperous Phight.
His hand traced a line across the countertop as his eyes followed the movements of the Inphernal sitting across from him.
" I will bring you something better on the menu here. "
((Ooc: thanks for being as patient as yall can be lol,, im a perfectionist when it comes to responding so for those awaiting a response... yall will get it!))
The door to Hayday carefully opened a inphernal quietly stepped in, looking around with big eyes filled to brim with wonder and pure barely contained excitement. He didn't seem to be from around here..
He was a little on the smaller side and had a lean build. His outfit was similar to that of a messengers! The fabric was devoid of any stains and was an easy on the eyes ivory with gold details. He had a matching messenger hat and bag to finish up the look. Most noticeably however was his pair of wings.
The inphernal looked around, trying to figure out if he was supposed to wait or seat himself, clearly getting a little anxious..? Ansty..? Who know's..
Cleaver's eyes narrowed at the figure before him. He didn't hate them; if they had truly struck a nerve, he would have dealt with them in minutes.
A messenger… how charming. The sight brought to mind a particular bird, especially with all the ivory fabric they wore. The gold shimmered in the morning light of the restaurant, and their excitement sparkled just as brightly. Lean, small, and winged, he observed them closely from just a foot away, dissecting them mentally, piece by piece.
Their anxious waiting evoked a sense of pity in him.
"You may sit wherever you wish, dearest patron."
His voice was low, mellow, and calm, which was quite the contrast to his piercing gaze. As he observed their presence in the restaurant, his ear twitched with curiosity. It didn't take him long to realise that he needed to loosen up on his strictness. So, he leaned over the counter his posture now more relaxed.
does cleaver like any specific type of person in general? are there any traits he considers annoying or a red flag..? out of pure curiosity of who he liked to associate himself with
what's cleaver's favorite dish to make??
" Ehm... Wh-What do you mean by... "
" Ahem- Nevermind. I enjoy the brave types. Courage is something I'm drawn to when it comes to interacting with others. Although red flags are a bit harsh to put it, I don't really like those who butt into other people's business. "
" And my favorite dish? I plan on attending a personal interview on this! "
does cleaver enjoy new patrons?? how does he usually react to new customers? also does he have any usuals that come around :> ?
((Cleaver is very friendly towards anyone that isn't Coil or Medkit or Rocket. So long as youre distant from Sword or aren't that close to him, you should be good!))
((His usuals are Scythe and Subspace, take that as you will!))
" No thank you! I've been a customer here for a while now, and you've fed me more times than I can count. Your meals saved me from hunger, and this is just the smallest thanks I can give you! "
-> The inphernal who gifted Cleaver the cookie claps his hands together. He smiles all friendly.
He's saved an Inphernal from hunger, which warms his heart. It's a fate he wouldn't wish upon his worst enemy; it has never had many positive outcomes.
As he stared at the Inphernal, he noticed their thin frame. He came out of the wringer a lot worse, hopefully not any worse than this pititful one.
" Ah, well, spreading word of my restaurant could also help me too, dearest patron. And I am grateful for your support. "
"Of course, I do! Phights are such fun to spectate and partake in, I always delight in observing Inphernals bleed for the win."
He enjoys watching Inphernals bleed in general. It's confusing, really, to bleed for a dopamine rush you'll only achieve once. But he doesn't question it. He knows he longs for the same rush too.