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zooofgod · 4 months
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I love the Phantom Troupe during the Greed Island and The Quimera Ants arcs because the plot is thickening and a lot of shit is going down, meanwhile they are leader-less, went 'fuck it we ball' and they committed to the bit a 100%
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silversoulsociety · 1 year
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『HUNTER x HUNTER 』 » new pv ✰ Chrollo vs Hisoka
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kdhg · 1 year
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ˊ˗ 🗝 ₊‧ 🎬 :★: ♟️ ♱₊゚ ⛓️ ₊˚ʚ ₊゚.
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oocooartistry · 10 months
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Pakunoda is definately an underrated character. She was one of my favorites for the time she was in the show. Who is your guys' favorite phantom troupe member?
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toad-sama · 1 year
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I worked far too long on this lol
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de8thm8rt · 1 year
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mystistyx · 1 year
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seven deadly lucilfers
one shot of chrollo and the sins
blessing the wife for the help @boxfishjlf ❥
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Greed
spending time with chrollo was one of your best past times. there would be nothing but pure laughs, traveling around the world and making love whenever you could. but when you noticed a shift in both your own work and his persuasive nature, it brought on worries and trouble within your spirit. wanting to do other things without him or even take time to yourself came along with half arguments from chrollo. he wanted a partner by his side, to have and to hold. that was all you wanted from a partner, but to feel so suffocated from it was the beginning of chrollo’s downfall.
you didn’t have the heart to tell him you wanted to see other people. you didn’t believe he would become angry or lash out, you cared about the phantom troupe too much to let that spiral down too. you left emotionally first, taking other people’s words when it came to advice. chrollo knew you had done this, holding his tongue. even with you not telling him where you were throughout the hours of the night, he still made you his whenever there was a moment alone with each other. it would be a shame that he didn’t know that your last night together would truly be the last. 
Pride
in what had seemed like a fix to the relationship troubles, chrollo wanted to celebrate. it was an unfortunate time for you, finding today to be the day to tell chrollo the truth. except today was the day of one of the most successful missions in the phantom troupe’s history. holding in your words as you find the best outfit you could, letting chrollo have this one last time of proving himself to all as you silently cried to yourself was all you could do.
the entire phantom troupe and other criminal organizations that praised chrollo would soon be gathered around, watching him cling to your hip as he gave his words. mostly of him acknowledging himself, but he didn’t shy away from letting the troupe know their value as well. it was only towards the end of his speech that he would give you the pedestal you deserved to be on. as true and kind as his words were, they were filled with a selfish pride. even if they weren’t, it was too late for your beloved. you were no longer his. 
Wrath
never one to show unhinged rage, chrollo was a rational man when it came to disastrous scenarios. having the ability to take anyone’s power gave him the perspective of knowing all the possibilities to come to a solution before going overboard. but when it came to you being in the eyes of another, he would truly burn the world for you. he would tell himself it was just to take your own power, but you had his heart. he wouldn’t stop at anything until you saw him for what he was.
claiming towns, forcing indoor fish upon those who wouldn’t tell them your whereabouts, even forgoing his place as the head of the spider. he would become a menace for your love. an obsession that wouldn’t quit. even finding the time to talk to him, he wouldn’t even take a no from you. why would he ever believe that the love of his life doesn’t love him back? all this trouble and torment he went through to get to you? surely this wrath wasn’t meant to be taken lightly, and frankly, neither was your accidental death. 
Sloth
chrollo was always a business man. he had never failed to set expectations high and to always meet his goals, despite anything that was thrown his way. he was the man to be feared, a king in his own right. alas, as any true king, if he ever managed to lose the love of his life, a depression so raw would be bound to make the crown fall. it would expand across many months into years knowing that he could never touch you again. there would simply be no reason to get out of bed anymore. the sloth had become a part of him. 
why even bother getting out of bed when he was the only one producing all the warmth for it? feeding himself wouldn’t matter if there was no one there to tease him about his cooking. bathing himself would be such a chore, he became best friends with his musk turning into a desperate stench. crying himself to sleep became such a routine, the phantom troupe could plan out his mourning routine. all would be hopeless for the great head of the spider. being the sole destroyer of a once powerful criminal, from finding an early and unintentional death, would be what you were known for decades to come.
Gluttony
now that the troupe had taken the initiative to let go of the head, chrollo had been alone for the first time in years. no one to turn to, whether comrades or his love. if he were to look around in his empty room, he wouldn’t be able to find an ounce of you. he had realized that there wasn’t a trace of you even though you had been by his side for so long. he beat himself up in his mind, finding that motivation to get up in spite of himself. he craved that knowledge of you now that you were gone. he wanted to consume your memories, take in what had made you into someone he couldn’t appreciate. 
he searched far and wide of where you had come from, remembering why the city had drawn you in so much. how the busy life gave you energy, how people watching brought you a strange comfort. secretly analyzing people was a fun little game for you, another pass time that battled your time with chrollo. as he trembled his way to a bench, the wind blessed across his face. he liked to have pictured it was you giving him one last embrace before the wind settled. he watched bikers whip along, protestors making their voice heard, even simple birds basking in the sun. to be filled with these simple interactions, he ate it up like a true glutton.
Envy
chrollo took his time learning about you, but it came at a difficult price. the more he watched people, the more he understood their ideals and ways of life, a deep and tragic burning sensation of jealousy flooded him more than the wrath ever did. why were other people allowed to have a beautiful life while he was left in shambles? he knew the answer to that question very well, but all of his worst attributes refused to let him believe it. he didn’t deserve any of this, he told himself. 
watching the couples steal kisses within a crowd, a loving husband sharing his food with his wife, an elderly couple throwing coins into a fountain. chrollo’s tears were lost among the sea of happiness that filled the city. he wanted a slice of their life momentarily, just to end the grief he had over you. he would trade anything for it, even sell his soul to the devil for your warmth again. chrollo had fallen from his power, his riches. to even think of a bargain like this would make the devil grateful for this envious behavior. 
Lust
a year had gone by since you graced chrollo with your presence. he found himself on the better path but was still alone. pretending to be a productive member of society had its ups and down. having to lie constantly to people why hanging out was an issue, why he couldn’t speak of his family, all the small details about him he didn’t want to share with anyone. it even broke his heart more when he had to deny a woman. a kiss he wasn’t expecting but it wouldn’t have been fair to her to continue on, as he would only think of you wrapped around him.
to kiss a living and well woman only to think about your curves pressed against him, not even back in chrollo’s criminal days would he bring that torture onto someone. finding himself alone again, chrollo thumbed his own lip, imagining your plump ones. how your lips would tickle as they traveled down and low, holding his waist in place as your tongue pleased his aching cock. he missed having his fingers intertwined in your hair, not forcing you down on him, but feeling the rhythm of your bops. 
reminiscing of your touch, chrollo would plop himself on his creaky bed. his eyes closed as he imagined the pressure of being on top of him. taking his time with him, rubbing his chest and making eye contact. eye contact got him off more than anything, that soul connection pleasured him in ways no one could understand, except for you. chrollo unbuckled his belt, pretending your swift hands were the one to release his bouncing cock free. before he even touched himself to the thought of you, he could feel the heat radiating off. he hadn’t been with another woman or had self care with himself since you passed. he could see how much pre cum he had, a couple strokes of himself and he would be done for.
but he didn’t care. he was by himself, nothing else to lose. the animalistic lust possessed his body as he touched himself. chrollo’s hips edged up and down, his hands squeezing himself while he stroked endlessly. his moans called out for you, his whimpers begging to see your breasts one last time. gripping the sheets, forcing his mouth into a pillow thinking of all of you one last time. your hips, your dimples, your cunt, your smile, your essence of being. every aspect of you making him cum harder than ever, and more than once that last night he thought of you. 
masterlist // chrollo’s confession booth
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mangetsuame · 1 year
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2/2 there's a lot of stuff made to be broken. Not just rules.
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la-squadra1234 · 1 year
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Ok I thought of something funny
POV: phinks’s son and nobunaga’s daughter have like HUGE and OBVIOUS crushes on each other
BUT…nobunaga’s daughter is like a big flirt and a tease while phinks’s sons just like “😊😅”
I wanna know what you’ll think nobunaga’s and phinks’s reaction will be if this goes down in front of them/or they were eve’s dropping
LMAOOOOOOOO
This is going to be so good!!!!!
Full credit to la-squadra1234
Nobunaga’s reaction-
Nobunaga’s initial thought was…
What the hell when has my daughter ever started acting like this?
What in the fuck is she saying?!?!
God, dammit I have to go tell phinks this bullshit
God, this is so annoying and painful to hear
Can somebody just make it end????
God, I hate this so much!!!!
I cannot wait to rant about this to uvogin
He’s definitely going to think this is bullshit
…..
Phinks reaction-
Phinks initial reaction was…
Goddamn, my son is a fucking loser
He needs to be a man
OK this is painful to watch
Ugh OK now I just hate this
Holy shit why is my son so shy? He is never this shy
Why is he acting so calm like react or something!!!!
Yeah, no I can’t do this anymore
This is way too hard to watch at this point 
Their reaction together-
Wtf
No
Stop
Ew
When in the hell did our children start acting like this?
Where did this behaviour even come from?
What the hell
Oh, hell no
Disgusting disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting.
NOOOOOOOO
Our children are so grown up now-
That’s it for today everybody I hope everybody enjoyed as much as I did writing this. It was really fun to write and I really enjoyed writing this This was literally so creative. Such a good request
I will see everybody in the next Post bye now!
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orangejuuuice · 1 year
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INPRNT update <3 added these plus a bunch of others.
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pandacatdoodler · 1 year
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I made a concept of machi if she was a doll
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frenchublog · 9 months
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🌈…!
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kiame-sama · 1 month
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hello! how are you? would chrollo be fine with small spider constantly messing his hair up from its neat slick back look? cause frankly he looks way cuter with his hair down and i’m definitely messing it up so it hangs down and covers that huge forehead.
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- He would tolerate it without fail, especially if he realizes that you prefer his hair down. If anything, he'll just raise a brow at you, smirk and go back to what he is doing.
- Chrollo is quite tolerant and indulgent of your behavior so long as you remain by his side and don't openly try to undermine or leave him. As a master manipulator, he will let you do what you want within reason as he feels they are small behaviors and he should focus on greater negative behaviors. He is very much the kind to pick and choose his battles even in relationships so he will reserve being controlling for behaviors he cannot tolerate.
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kdhg · 1 year
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༺ ♱ ༻ even if you are not ready for the day
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'*•.¸ it cannot always be night ¸.•*'
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oocooartistry · 7 months
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Inktober Day 2: Spiders
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This has been in my head for a while now, I had too much fun with this sketch lol.
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aerieza · 10 months
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nsfw, mdni ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა
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thinking about your boyfriend pulling you into the family restroom while you two were out shopping at the mall. bent over the sink, his hand intertwined with your goddess braids and forcing you to watch each hostile thrust into you in the mirror. the glass coated in a sheer layer of fog from the humidity due to your heavy breathing and moans.
lewd sloppy squelching sounds emerging from your pussy suctioned onto the length of his thick and pretty dick. veins protruding from the base to his pink tip, the same color as the thong he pulled aside.
"it's t'much . . . i can't." your arch faulters while sticky tears blur your big doe eyes and your falsies meet with your flushed cheeks from clenching your eyes shut. your pussy crying for him as well by coating a creamy ring around his cock.
"awn, you can't take it, baby? should've thought about that before acting like a fuckin' brat earlier." he purred in a condescending tone, words spilling from his lips like morphine. his eyes narrowing before increasing his pace, watching the way your pussy swallowed his dick whole by planting harsh kisses on your bruised cervix to where you couldn't think straight.
"m-m'so sorry, so so-sorry, please."
a tight grasp on your brown plush thick body in the sweaty palms of his hands left crescent moons in the dimples of your hips. listening to your apology cries as music to his ears while his veiny engorged cock sinks into your swollen puffy pussy. a smug grin paints his face knowing that he only has one intention on his mind, and it's putting his brat girlfriend in her place.
"nah nah, keep that same energy as earlier."
toji, geto, sukuna, nanami, connie, eren, levi
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