all the devils are here

highly selective op oc muse // follows back from @tsvestidiabolus // MINORS DNI

[horamaru]

                        « HELL IS EMPTY »

                                       𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.

indie. highly selective. one piece original character - #HORAMARU

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[cqntrcller]

I looked, and behold, a white horse, and he who sat on it had a bow; and a crown was given to him, and he went out conquering and to conquer.

indie, priv & semi-selective rp blog for Makima & Nayuta from Chainsaw Man. read rules byf. 18+ only.

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[tsvestidiabolus]

So, it probably comes as no surprise to literally anyone, but this blog is going on indefinite hiatus.  Maybe I’ll come back, but as it stands, roleplaying on tumblr isn’t for me.  For a while now this hasn’t brought me happiness, it’s given me imposter syndrome through my own fault, and I’ve felt that the connections I’ve made over the past couple of years have faded so that’s kind of making me depressed.

I’ll keep this blog and all my sideblogs up, and I’ll still keep the server up, but consider this blog dead.  If you want to contact me, please do so either through my discord (which you’ll probably have already) or my personal, @dookugayicon

If I do return to the OP RPC, it will likely be on discord, or in private forums.  As much as I’ve loved my time here, and as cool as all the graphics and ask system is, I can’t see myself going on.

[horamaru]

medicus-mortem​:

@horamaru liked [+] for a starter.

   Law leans back in his chair, sighing out a puff of smoke. The joint in his fingers is tapped, ash dropping onto the floor of the club. His boots are up on the table, legs crossed while he reclines into the booth bench. He is comfortable and content. The noise around him is mostly the sounds of his crew enjoying themselves. Drinks, laughter, the occasional shouting when a playful fight breaks out. Can’t say he isn’t happy right now, but then that might just be the marijuana having an affect on him. Or maybe the alcohol. Either way there is a smile on his features as he sits up.

   He leans forwards, boots swinging off the table as he rest his elbow on its edge. Glass eyes scan the room. Only his Hearts are here. Their rowdiness having scared off most of the locals and regulars. Kind of makes it harder for him to hit on people but he doesn’t mind. Just means the mischief they’ll get into will be Hearts-centric. That’s always fun.

   A motion out of the corner of his eyes draws his attention. Someone pushes between some of the partying Hearts. They make to move towards the captain, gaze locked on where he sits. Law’s brow furrows, the Surgeon of Death not liking this pushy invasion. He’s not the only one that has noticed the intruder, Shach also breaks away from his arm wrestling competition to come to Law’s side, glaring past his glasses when he stops at his captain’s table.

    “I don’t think you belong here,” Law growls, his happy mood gone. He brings the joint back to his lips, taking another drag. The smoke comes out as he speaks. “Do I need to remove you?”

He’s never been to a party like this before.  The disgusting den of pirates is a far cry from the extravagant and heavenly banquets held in Mariejoa - and that rotten smell!  It must have been the mink.  Still, Horamaru stopped himself from retching right there and then, forcing his way past the pirates and to their captain.  

Trafalgar Law, hm?  He’s always been a bit jealous of the man.  Having ‘surgeon of death’ as an epithet was always appealing to him, World Government official or not.  Yet he had to remain hidden, out of knowledge of the public’s eye, while Trafalgar got to slice and dice up as many poor innocents as he’d like!  The mere thought would’ve made him tremble from rage, had he not been in the presence of scum!

Still, as he finally made his way to the captain, following that familiar scent, Horamaru looked as gleeful as a child.  He breathed in the smoke and smiled.

“My, my, I believe this is a public space, is it not?” he says, holding up his arms - a glass of wine in his hand. “’s not exactly my fault I’ve come here for a drink too.  Now, you don’t mind if I sit here too, do you?”

Not bothering to wait for an answer, he sits himself on a chair across from Trafalgar. 

[horamaru]

new npc alert!  Hymn ; Horamaru’s mother, the previous interrogator of the World Government.  

A woman obsessed with art and all it entails.

[horamaru]

luazasvogel​:

Noticing Trauma ( accepting ! )

@horamaru​​ said:

“You don’t feel safe here.” for Alber and Horamaru’s mother (her name is Hymn -) if you want hgfdkljghk

Feel safe? Why would he?       Alber’s breathing was heavy, mouth halfway agate as he panted like some beaten animal. He couldn’t move, too exhausted to move a muscle, and even if he wasn’t, the shackles around his wrists assured that he had such little wiggle room. Was he supposed to feel safe? Safe as they poked and prodded, as they pushed him to his limits. The young Lunarian could feel himself slowly breaking, no matter how tightly his defenses held together. He didn’t want to let them win, he wouldn’t let them. He needed to get out, he needed to…But was it even possible? Freedom seem so out of reach.

If only…

“ no. i’m not safe. ”

       Words quiet and rough, his throat hurt from screaming earlier. He had been trying to restrain himself. It must feel so satisfying to those that pushed him, to hear him submit in such a loud way. If only he could hear them scream. To witness their vocal cords stretch and become rough, to tear and lose their voices. Perhaps he would rip their throats out himself. To scorch their skin and fill the facility with the stench of burning flesh, of blood that boiled. Despite his voice so weak, so quiet, his eyes a tone of red mixed with magenta burned like the hell he wished to put them through. He would not stay restrained forever. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t. What kind of person would he be if he completely gave up hope? To accept his fate as some lab rat. No, never.

       Black feathers shuffled against the padded table he lay on–wow how nice they were to do such a thing. To give him some comfort amidst a flood of excruciating pain. Alber gritted his teeth at the woman. She was just like the rest of them here, and he couldn’t help but to wonder why she was even talking to him. Why even talk to something they see as a test subject? If he was nothing, then at least treat him like it.

“But of course you’re safe here, silly.  I’ll make sure no one hurts such a beautiful piece of art such as yourself.”

The subject - Alber, Alber, Alber, the name tastes like burnt marshmallows on her lips - is shackled tightly to the table, the soft cushions providing such a comfortable place for him to lay on.  Ah, she was almost envious of him; to be presented as the sculpture, as the artwork he was, it was thrilling and beautiful all at the same time.  And Hymn always took special care of her works.

She sits by his side, admiring his form and body.  Her voice is gentle, and kind, and laced with poison.  In her hands is a black feather, one that she twirls in her grasp and occasionally fans herself with.

“Goodness, it’s hot in here.”

[melamemea]

just because i write something it doesn’t mean that i condone it.

just because i write something it doesn’t mean that i condone it.

just because i write something it doesn’t mean that i condone it.

just because i write something it doesn’t mean that i condone it.

just because i write something it doesn’t mean that i condone it.

[horamaru]

Does anyone even wanna rp with Horamaru....

[bcignt]

@horamaru || Send ✎ and I’ll draw our muses together.

— Louis, who can't understand the nuances of foreign affairs and politics, can't seem to understand why he has to become Horamaru's steed but obeys anyways.

[memesforcreators]

SEND HEADCANONS ABOUT MY OCS!

Send me your headcanons about my ocs! And I'll reply and say if I like them or not! Who knows if I like them enough I might even include it in their story 👀

[horamaru]

dash is talking about dark!characters

good thing horamaru is perfect and an angel who can do no wrong :)

[supernova-memes]

Send 💥 and tell my muse a situation you’ve always wanted to see them in

[ghstmemes]

ANONYMOUSLY OR NOT, TELL ME SOMETHING YOU LIKE ABOUT MY MUSE/BLOG

it could be about my portrayal, my headcanons, my blog’s aesthetic, my muse’s dynamic with someone else’s muse, etc. 

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Send “📄” and my muse will write a scientific report on your muse

[this-should-be-deleted]

On anon or not, send me your opinion on my muse, blog and/or me.

Send your own and/or pick from the list:

I can’t wait to write with you more

I enjoy writing with you

I write with you out of politeness

Please tell me more about your muse

Talk less about your muse

You post too much ooc

There’s just right amount of ooc on your blog

Post more ooc stuff!

Your writing style needs polishing.

I enjoy reading your style

I read your roleplays with other muses

I read only our roleplays

Notice me?

Tone down

Your muse is *chef’s kiss*

Your muse needs improvement

Tell me more about your muse

[horamaru]

maybe this bitch is considering getting in on that demon verse action too.

[abuckygirlarchive]

𝗥𝗣  𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘  𝗙𝗢𝗥  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗗

(  +  reverse  )  to  reverse  roles

for  when  they’re  feeling  violent  

[  BELT  ]  for  your  muse  to  use  their  belt  as  a  weapon

[  BETRAY  ]  for  your  muse  to  reveal  to  my  muse  they’re  not  who  they  think  they  are

[  BLEED  ]  for  your  muse  to  make  mine  bleed

[  BOOT  ]  for  your  muse  to  press  their  boot  against  my  muse’s  mouth  

[  BRUISE  ]  for  your  muse  to  purposely  hold  my  muse  hard  enough  to  bruise

[  CHOKE  ]  for  your  muse  to  hold  mine  by  the  throat,  either  with  the  hand  or  forearm

[  DENIAL  ]  for  your  muse  to  angrily  deny  something  my  muse  is  calling  them  out  on  

[  FIRE  ]  for  your  muse  to  threaten  my  muse  with  fire

[  GRAPPLE  ]  for  your  muse  to  wrestle  mine  down  to  the  floor  or  against  the  wall

[  HAIR  ]  for  your  muse  to  pull  my  muse’s  hair  

[  KICK  ]  for  your  muse  to  kick  my  muse  (  can  specify  where  )

[  KNEE  ]  for  your  muse  to  knee  mine  in  the  stomach  or  groin  

[  KNIFE  ]  for  your  muse  to  hold  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat

[  LAUGH  ]  for  your  muse  to  laugh  at  my  muse  for  being  pathetic  

[  LIAR  ]  for  your  muse  to  call  mine  a  liar

[  MOUTH  ]  for  your  muse  to  put  their  hand  over  my  muse’s  mouth  

[  PANIC  ]  for  your  muse  to  find  my  muse  panicking  after  they’ve  done  impulsive  or  dangerous

[  REGRET  ]  for  your  muse  to  immediately  regret  hurting  my  muse

[  SLAP  ]  for  your  muse  to  slap  my  muse  in  the  face

[  SLEEP  ]  for  your  muse  to  approach  my  muse  while  they’re  sleeping  

[  SPIT  ]  for  your  muse  to  spit  at  my  muse

[  STAB  ]  for  your  muse  to  stab  my  muse  (  specify  where  )

[  STEP  ]  for  your  muse  to  step  on  my  muse  while  they’re  down  

[  SHOOT  ]  for  your  muse  to  shoot  at  my  muse  (  specify  where  )

[  STRONGARM  ]  for  your  muse  to  use  force  to  make  my  muse  do  something  

[  TANTRUM  ]  for  your  muse  to  throw  a  temper  tantrum  that  my  muse  gets  caught  /  hurt  in

[  TEAR  ]  for  your  muse  to  tear  clothing  off  of  my  muse

[  TEETH  ]  for  your  muse  to  bite  my  muse  (  specify  where  )

[  THREAT  ]  for  your  muse  to  threaten  my  muse  /  specify  threat    

for  when  they’re  feeling  soft  

[  BOOP  ]  for  your  muse  to  bump  their  nose  against  my  muse’s  nose  

[  BREAK  ]  for  your  muse  to  know  that  my  muse  is  about  to  break  up  with  them  

[  CALM  ]  for  your  muse  to  calm  my  muse  down  from  a  moment  of  anger

[  COUCH  ]  for  our  muses  to  cuddle  on  the  couch  

[  DANCE  ]  for  your  muse  to  take  my  muse’s  hand  and  start  dancing  with  them  

[  EYES  ]  for  your  muse  to  send  bedroom  eyes  at  my  muse  

[  FEED  ]  for  your  muse  to  feed  my  muse  something  (  can  specify  what  )

[  HAND  ]  for  your  muse  to  slip  their  hand  into  my  muse’s  hand

[  HICKEY  ]  for  you  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  hickey  (  specify  where  )

[  HUG  ]  for  your  muse  to  hug  my  muse

[  INTERRUPT  ]  for  your  muse  to  interrupt  my  muse  talking  by  kissing  them  

[  KISS  ]  for  your  muse  to  kiss  my  muse  

[  LICK  ]  for  you  muse  to  lick  my  muse  

[  PATTER  ]  for  our  muses  to  have  a  conversation  in  the  car  while  the  rain  patters  down  around  them  

[  PLAY  ]  for  your  muse  to  play  a  musical  instrument  for  my  muse

[  PICNIC  ]  for  our  muses  to  go  on  a  picnic

[  RAIN  ]  for  our  muses  to  dance  in  the  rain  /  kiss  in  the  rain

[  RIVER  ]  for  our  muses  to  jump  in  the  river  together  /  or  for  one  to  push  the  other  in  

[  SING  ]  for  your  muse  to  sing  to  my  muse  /  song  or  lullaby  

[  SNEAK  ]  for  your  muse  to  sneak  a  touch  under  my  muse’s  clothing  

[  SPOON  ]  for  your  muse  to  big  spoon  my  muse  

[  STARE  ]  for  your  muse  to  be  caught  staring  affectionately  at  mine

[  STROKE  ]  for  your  muse  to  play  with  my  muse’s  hair

[  SWEATER  ]  for  your  muse  to  be  found  in  my  muse’s  sweater  or  hoodie

[  TOUCH  ]  for  your  muse  to  softly  touch  my  muse  (  specify  where  )

[  WARM  ]  for  your  muse  to  put  their  jacket  around  my  muse’s  shoulders

[  WATCH  ]  for  your  muse  to  watch  my  muse  sleep