𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒

[eleventhfcrms]

This is a multimuse for demonslayer, one punch man, one piece, so on so forth! If you want to interact feel free to send me asks! The characters will be slightly ooc because it's either been a long time since I seen the shows or I simply feel like spicing things up! I will mainly rp as Tomioka, Genyu, Kanao and Tengen and their demonized versions, as well as mainly Badd from opm, and Drakule Mihawk from One piece! I will also rp toji from jujutsu kaisen! There's more but I'd be going on and on for how many I rp.

There's only a few rules. No incest or pedophilia. This is a 18+ blog and will involve themes of gore and trauma, if I godmod let me know and I will fix it! And absolutely no harassment. Fun only. Got it? Good! I hope to have fun writing with you!

[fallesto]

"You're not weak. Just poorly trained."

(From Mihawk)

He let out a yawn, his long neck stretching languidly as he took in the sight before him. The pirate, no, the criminal, stood with a nonchalance that implied he had encountered far worse than a dozen God’s Knights before his morning meal. His hat sat askew, and his grin remained unchanged. His whiskers twitched in response. So this was the visage of a formidable pirate? Not the towering behemoths of folklore, nor the refined warlords who bowed to the World Government, but... this. A man who carried the faint scent of sea salt and audacity, who hadn’t even deemed it necessary to unsheathe his sword yet.

“Bold words, from scum.”

As he exhaled heavily, his eyelids drooping like heavy drapes. The burden of his own horn weighed down on his skull, and the resin bubble encasing his head fogged slightly with his breath. All he desired was sleep. Ideally in a soft place. Ideally for a year. The battlefield, if one could even label this uneven expanse of trampled grass and broken stone as such, was decidedly not soft.

“Your county, is quite high, despite you becoming a servant of the clown emperor, how the mighty have fallen.”

[eleventhfcrms]

Mihawk shut his eyes at the mention of Buggy. I don't serve the likes of him. He's merely a poster boy. No more no less." He says as he looks at him. His expression unreadable as he took a step forward. This one was always tired. Always sleeping. Always. It was completely unnecessary for someone to sleep as much as this guy.

"For someone so tired I'd be mistaken if you didn't pass out mid swing." He tilts his head as he looks him over. He knew better than to let people with Devil Fruit abilities to get the better of him. This man was very capable of swinging his sword and most likely by the way he acted. Put him to sleep as well if he wasn't careful.

"Do I look like someone who would follow someone like Buggy the Clown?" If anything he'd rather be alone than be a servant to the likes of him. Never to be seen again unless needed by Cross Guild. The fact he decided to let Buggy be the face of the guild was getting back at him slightly. Not that he cared. Mihawk wasn't easy to anger.

He sighs. He supposed he deserves that one. Choices often come with consequences. And this was one. People know he's apart of the Cross Guild and now Buggy's face had brought him to a new low. But everyone in the ocean knows that Dracule Mihawk primarily works alone.

[felinyxcore]

Vampire Mihawk 😫

[eleventhfcrms]

Ok but Drakule Mihawk is fucking hot and deserves more love.

[eleventhfcrms]

I need to catch up with one piece. I only got up to the fish people and Naomi at the village and thats it. >_<

[eleventhfcrms]

I'm going to get more dracule mihawk in my life.

[eleventhfcrms]

( @tsukkiakarii )

His eyes were on her. His breath was hitched and uneven with fear as he bore his demonic teeth. Genya had eaten some pieces of a demon earlier and had yet to lose the powers that it had granted him. So neadles to say approaching her was one of the dumbest things he could have done. His hand shook slightly as he stepped back.

How was she here? Wasn't she supposed to be with Muzan? It was rare to see the upper moons out and about. Something wasn't right. He doesn't say anything. He refrains from speaking at all considering the fact he was face to face with the most dangerous upper moons.

He grips his sword. Why was she just standing there? Menacingly..sweat dripped down his forehead as Genya's mind raced with countless thought on how he was going to die. How it was going to hurt. How it would feel to have his life stripped away from him. It was a silent stand off between them. His gaze was shaking as he raised his sword and took a slow breath.

[captain-astors]

They say he suffered a great betrayal.

[nuclear-landz]

Obsessed with Opla Zoro and his emotional support imaginary Mihawk who just bullies him.

[eleventhfcrms]

Like for a starter! (Specify my and or your muse if you're a multi)

[eleventhfcrms]

Been a hot minute. Sksk

[eleventhfcrms]

Me thinking of adding Percival De Rolo to to the roster xgfg

[unluckieststar]

Nero gagged. His body stiff from the bullets that were planted in his body from Narancia. He was still breathing. Still alive. His eyes wide as he looks around. Where was he? Where was Diavolo? His expression was painted with agony before he heard someone walk up. His head twitching as he looked up at the person who came up to him.

Jovanni...he attempts to roll over. His body coiling in on itself as he attempted to crawl." He's..getting away..." he spat up blood as he spoke. His eyes shutting from the pain. He had no idea how he was alive. Nor did he care. All he cared about was Diavolo getting what he deserves. Even if he hated this band of misfits the fact he managed to get that much damage on him done was going down the drain if he manages to get iron back in his system.

"Tha-t..way..." he points towards some rocks with an opening beneath an overhang. It was clear he was going to die soon. His breathingvwas becoming labored due to the heavy blood loss he sustained."G..o.."

(Risotto Nero)

Jovanni was never fan of Nero. He had major issues with most of La Squadra Esecuzioni they been at odds since way back in the day. Jovanni had been Passione number 1 hitman and Squadra was hit squad sent to deal with everything else of course they stepped on each other toes.

He stared down at Nero's broken body. He had choice here. Chase after the boss and maybe fight him....or save Nero. If he got him to Giorno, Giorno could heal him. He smacked his lips as he stared down at Nero. Dammit. DAMMIT all. Jovanni had always been to soft hearted alot of people in the gang shit on him for it. He quickly picked up Nero and gentle threw him over his shoulder. Letting his blood drip down his shoulder. Jovanni leaped into shadow activated his own Stand abilities.

"DON'T FUCKING DIE ON ME NERO." He shouted as they entered the shadow portal that he could link to any other shadow in the area.

[eleventhfcrms]

"N-no! Forget about..me.." he hissed in pain as he was thrown over Jovanni's shoulder and into a spiraling world of annoyance. Even when dying things weren't going right for him. Jovanni made the wrong choice and Nero will haunt him for it. But that is if he died to begin with. That new kid had abilities he never thought possible.

He weakly banged his fist against his back as he groaned. No doubt Diavolo was gone by now. His revenge was down the toilet. His chance to avenge his team was his. Now? He was being rescued by the very man and team he tried to assassinate for the girl. His body falling weaker due to blood loss as his eyes slowly shut.

"Jovanni...you fool.." he hissed before fully succumbing to unconsciousness. His body hitting Jovanni's back as he ran. Visions of his teammates staining his eyes like a haunting vision. They'd be disappointed. They'd be so disappointed in him for not being able to get that revenge they deserved.

"I'm sorry.."

[gloomglimmer]

›       TENSION   LINER   PROMPTS     

"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

[raesource]

questions only sentence starters

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .

who . . .

“ Who are you? ”

“ Who do you serve? ”

“ Who taught you that? ”

“ Who’s really in control here? ”

“ Who are you running from? ”

“ Who did this to you? ”

“ Who’s coming for us? ”

“ Who do you think I am? ”

“ Who else knows about this? ”

“ Who are you trying to protect? ”

what . . .

“ What are you? ”

“ What do you want from me? ”

“ What are you hiding? ”

“ What were you planning to do? ”

“ What just happened? ”

“ What did you see back there? ”

“ What did you promise them? ”

“ What happens if I don’t let you go? ”

“ What are the rules I’m not supposed to break? ”

“ What happens after the portal closes? ”

where . . .

“ Where did you come from? ”

“ Where are we? ”

“ Where are you going? ”

“ Where were you when it happened? ”

“ Where does this path lead? ”

“ Where did you get that scar? ”

“ Where is everyone else? ”

“ Where should I stand? ”

“ Where did you put the body? ”

“ Where were you hiding all this time? ”

when . . .

“ When did this start? ”

“ When were you going to tell me? ”

“ When was the last time you felt safe? ”

“ When do we leave? ”

“ When did you stop trusting me? ”

“ When does this end? ”

“ When did you realise the truth? ”

“ When do things go wrong? ”

“ When did you choose this path? ”

“ When will you look at me and be honest? ”

how . . .

“ How long have you been watching me? ”

“ How did you survive? ”

“ How much do you remember? ”

“ How are you this calm right now? ”

“ How bad is it? ”

“ How did you know my name? ”

“ How far are you willing to go? ”

“ How many lies have you told me? ”

“ How do you live with this? ”

“ How are we supposed to fix this? ”

are . . .

“ Are you human? ”

“ Are you okay? ”

“ Are you lying to me right now? ”

“ Are you scared? ”

“ Are you tired? ”

“ Are you hiding something? ”

“ Are you bound by oath or by magic? ”

“ Are you trying to start a fight? ”

“ Are you always this dramatic? ”

“ Are you going to explain or just stare? ”

do . . .

“ Do you trust me? ”

“ Do you remember your name? ”

“ Do you remember me? ”

“ Do you miss them? ”

“ Do you always talk this much? ”

“ Do you have any idea what you just did? ”

“ Do you ever sleep? ”

“ Do you want me to stay? ”

“ Do you think I’m stupid? ”

“ Do you believe in fate? ”

have . . .

“ Have you eaten yet? ”

“ Have we met before? ”

“ Have you been here long? ”

“ Have you done this before? ”

“ Have you ever killed someone? ”

“ Have you been lying to me? ”

“ Have you lost anyone? ”

“ Have you forgiven yourself? ”

“ Have you always been like this? ”

“ Have you already chosen a side? ”

is . . .

“ Is this place real? ”

“ Is something bothering you? ”

“ Is that weapon even legal here? ”

“ Is this your idea of a joke? ”

“ Is this your way of flirting? ”

“ Is someone watching us? ”

“ Is it supposed to hurt like this? ”

“ Is there a way out? ”

“ Is this what you wanted? ”

“ Is it too late to turn back? ”

can . . .

“ Can I ask you a weird question? ”

“ Can you hear that? ”

“ Can I trust you? ”

“ Can you keep a secret? ”

“ Can we slow down? ”

“ Can you help me bury a body? ”

“ Can you look at me? ”

“ Can we talk about what happened? ”

“ Can you stop pretending? ”

“ Can you promise me something? ”

will . . .

“ Will you stay with me? ”

“ Will you tell me the truth? ”

“ Will this ever end? ”

“ Will you protect me? ”

“ Will they come back for us? ”

“ Will you remember me? ”

“ Will you choose a side? ”

“ Will you regret this? ”

“ Will you still look at me the same way? ”

“ Will you stop me if I’m wrong? ”

should . . .

“ Should I be worried? ”

“ Should we be running? ”

“ Should I follow you? ”

“ Should I be afraid of you? ”

“ Should we pretend this never happened? ”

“ Should I stay or go? ”

“ Should I believe you? ”

“ Should I be honest with you? ”

“ Should we trust them? ”

“ Should I have come here? ”

would . . .

“ Would you do it again? ”

“ Would you lie to protect me? ”

“ Would this have been different if I had stayed? ”

“ Would you really let me die? ”

“ Would you have saved them instead? ”

“ Would you still care if you knew the truth? ”

“ Would you leave if I asked? ”

“ Would this hurt less if I understood? ”

“ Would you forgive me? ”

“ Would you choose me this time? ”

could . . .

“ Could you survive without me? ”

“ Could this world exist without you? ”

“ Could this get any worse? ”

“ Could you teach me how to do that? ”

“ Could you be wrong? ”

“ Could you be lying to yourself? ”

“ Could you forgive them? ”

“ Could this be a trap? ”

“ Could you handle the truth if I told you? ”

“ Could you live with the consequences? ”

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM INSTIGATIVE PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

you really don't hear yourself when you talk, do you?

i don't know who you think you are, but it's not impressive.

you love playing the victim when it's convenient.

don't look at me like that. you made this choice.

you always say that, and it's never true.

i'm tired of pretending you don't know exactly what you're doing.

funny how it's always someone else's fault.

you don't get credit for almost doing the right thing.

i trusted you, and that was my mistake.

you don't listen, you just wait for your turn to talk.

say it again, slower this time, maybe you'll hear how stupid it sounds.

you don't get to rewrite what happened just because it hurts.

you're not misunderstood, you're just wrong.

i don't owe you patience.

you love control more than you love honesty.

stop acting so surprised, this was always coming.

you really think that excuses what you did?

you don't get to be angry about consequences.

i expected better from you, and that's on me.

you're exhausting, and it's not charming anymore.

every apology you give sounds rehearsed.

you only care when it affects you.

you don't actually want the truth, you want validation.

don't pretend this is about concern.

you cross lines and call it curiosity.

you never ask how i feel, you just assume.

you're cruel when you're cornered.

i see right through the act.

you confuse confidence with arrogance.

you just don't know when to stop.

you keep pushing until something breaks.

you don't get to play innocent here.

you really thought i wouldn't notice?

you always need an audience.

i don't recognize you when you're like this.

you're not brave, you're reckless.

you say you're honest, but you're just mean.

you enjoy this more than you admit.

don't flatter yourself, i stopped believing you a long time ago.

you don't fight fair, you fight to win.

you're not protecting yourself, you're attacking me.

you keep confusing silence for forgiveness.

why do you make everything a competition?

you don't get to decide what hurts me.

you act like being hurt gives you permission.

you only hear what supports your narrative.

you don't respect boundaries, you tolerate them.

you always push until i snap.

is this the part where i'm supposed to feel sorry for you?

you keep calling it honesty like that makes it noble.

you enjoy being cruel when you think you're justified.

you've been waiting to say that, haven't you?

i know you always choose pride over people.

you don't know how to back down.

you don't listen when the answer isn't what you want.

you treat everyone like they're disposable.

after what you did, you don't get to talk about loyalty.

you always take more than you give.

you never stop to think who gets hurt.

you only care when you're exposed.

you don't know how to sit with discomfort.

you poke until something bleeds.

you love being right more than being kind.

you don't know when enough is enough.

you keep digging and wonder why you're alone.

you don't see people, you see leverage.

no, you don't get to speak for me.

you twist everything until it suits you.

you don't actually care about the truth.

you always need the last word.

you don't know how to be gentle.

you don't care who you hurt if it proves a point.

stop calling it honesty like it absolves you of anything.

you don't know how to lose gracefully.

you don't fight fair, you fight dirty.

you make everything personal.

you don't know how to let things go.

the truth is, you just enjoy tearing people down.

you don't care how this affects anyone else.

how convenient, you only show empathy when it benefits you.

you don't see how far you've crossed the line.

you always think you're justified.

you don't know how to stop hurting people.

don't act like you actually want answers.

you always think you're the smartest one in the room.

you care about winning.

you don't fight for resolution. you fight to hurt and you know it.

[fallesto]

Her smirk didn’t waver. Such fierce, desperate words—thorns hurled by a crippled rabbit. She leaned down with the fluid grace of a shadow elongating, her silk kimono pooling like spilled ink around Genya’s trembling form. Her eyes, bottomless pools reflecting his pallor and the slick crimson spreading beneath him, held no rage.

Only amusement.

Cold. Clinical. Her hand—pale, smooth, nails like shards of polished obsidian—closed over his wrist where it clutched the muddy grass. The touch was deceptively gentle, almost tender, like a lover’s caress.

Then she tore.

Her grip tightened—a sudden, impossible vise crushing bone and tendon like brittle reeds. Genya barely registered the pressure before the sickening rip reverberated through the damp air, louder than his own strangled gasp. His arm came away cleanly at the shoulder, tendons snapping like frayed ropes, bone splintering white against the dark silk of her sleeve. Blood, thick and arterial, fountained in a hot arc, spraying across her impassive face and the indigo silk of her kimono.

It pattered onto the crushed higanbana below like grotesque rain. For a heartbeat, the detached limb lay in the mud beside him, fingers still twitching spastically around a clump of uprooted grass. The scent—coppery, sweetly metallic, mingling with crushed petals and damp earth—filled the nostrils, thick and suffocating.

As she laughed. The sound was low, resonant, inhuman—a discordant chime echoing through the moonlit field. Flecks of Genya’s blood glistened like rubies on her pale cheekbone. She tilted her head, observing the crimson rivulets dripping from her chin onto her kimono’s gold-threaded waves.

"Monster?"

The word slithered from her lips, thick with icy amusement. "You bleat that word like a sacrificial lamb." She straightened, as she picked his arm up, effortlessly holding his severed arm aloft by the wrist, letting it drip. Moonlight caught the mangled stump, the ragged flesh still steaming faintly in the cool air. "Look." Her gesture encompassed the carnage – the severed leg, the pooling blood, the trembling boy bleeding his life into the dirt beneath her feet.

"Where is my divine punishment? Where are your slayer comrades?" Her crimson eyes, swirling with constellations of cold stars, fixed back on Genya’s fading gaze. "I stand bathed in the blood of your defiance… untouched. Unharmed. Perfect." Her smile widened, revealing teeth like sharded pearl.

"Strength is perfection. Power is righteousness. A thousand years unpunished boy. A thousand years of flawless existence. Does that sound like a monster's curse… or a goddess's blessing?" She tilted his arm, letting another crimson stream cascade onto his face, mingling with his tears of agony and terror.

"The only monsters here, are you humans, how you sicken me."

[eleventhfcrms]

As the arm was tore from his shoulder a sharp yell echoed through the area. His fingers no longer functioned on his other hand. Sobbed cries of agony filling his lungs.

Genya was in so much pain his body was a mangled mess of blood mixed with the tears of a scared boy. His focus doesn't matter anymore. It was so painful he couldn't form a coherent sentence anymore. His eyes so wide he could almost pop his eyes from the sockets as tears spilled from them.

"I...I don't..want to..die.." He mutters. His body growing paler and paler from the blood loss. He was scared. A little boy too scared to face death this young. He thought he wasn't scared of it. But with Muzan being the one causing the pain. It was different. Vastly different from how he imagined dying.

Shutting his eyes he thought of the past. Before his mother's death. Before his training. Before everything. Laughing children running around in a feild. His siblings holding each other's hands and spinning in a circle as he smiled.

"I'm coming mom.." he whispers. Nothing muzan said even registered with him. His blood sulking the dirt beneath him feeding the grass. Each second he spent staring at the sky the farther his mind went into darkness.