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« HELL IS EMPTY »
𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.
indie. highly selective. one piece original character - #HORAMARU
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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.
owned by oswin ;
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.
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.
new npc alert! Hymn ; Horamaru’s mother, the previous interrogator of the World Government.
A woman obsessed with art and all it entails.
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.”
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.
Does anyone even wanna rp with Horamaru....
@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.
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 👀
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good thing horamaru is perfect and an angel who can do no wrong :)
Send 💥 and tell my muse a situation you’ve always wanted to see them in
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.
Send “📄” and my muse will write a scientific report on your muse
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
maybe this bitch is considering getting in on that demon verse action too.
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