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LEORIO PALIDIKNIGHT GETS PEGGED

men get pegged flag by @theglowpt2

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leorio paladiknight without his top

leorio paladiknight with his top

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kurapika: yeah leorios a dumbass and is constantly messing things up. were all just waiting for his next blunder

leorio: [stomps away in a huff]

kurapika: [whispers to mizai] i would never say thisto his face but leorio is genuinely one of the most kind empathetic and capable people i know

melody: why wouldnt you say that to his face? what is wrong with you?

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mediknight replied to your photo: im at @mediknight’s graduation party rn :^)

where am i looking our hair is so similar

i didnt shave mine i just have

fluff

where u have mostly stubble

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im at @mediknight’s graduation party rn :^)

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i   WAKE   UP   in   the   MORNINGS   / sinking   HALFWAY   to   the   BOTTOM   /   there’s   a   loud   distorted   SCREAMING   in   my   soul   /   everything   is   DARK   and   EMPTY   /   and   i   don’t   know   how   to   FIX   it   /   so   i   CURL   UP   in   a   BALL   /   and   cry   in   the   COMFORT   of   my   HOME

I’M DYING INSIDE !!

@vivesprite / human nanami of danganronpa / main blog @synthsprite / AI nanami of danganronpa / low activity @vengehunt / kurapika of hunter x hunter / low activity @lovelyvacuum / shizuku of hunter x hunter / low activity & sideblog

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"everyone always asks me what my gender is. and i always have the same thing to tell them:”

“how dare you speak to me.”

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You're just jealous you can't spit hot fira like those kids.

“i have no idea what that even means.”

sits back and sips his coffee.

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alternate quirk for bnha peeks: he just has magic fucking chains that have different abilities and do as he commands for some reason and can also vanish when he needs them to

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guess whos got a bnha verse now B]

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lightpulsed replied to your post: kurapika doesn’t understand kids these days.

the only hoop is the one spinning around gon’s head

“i’m assuming this is one of those slang terms i’ve been hearing so much about. hm.”

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kurapika doesn’t understand kids these days.

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hey it’s meme ( @vengehunt is my main hxh blog, this is a side) with a big ol’ wip for shizuku from hxh! i have no icons and am currently working on a theme but. it’s getting there. i’ve got headcanons and stuff at least!

give this post a like or a reblog to signal boost!

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shizuku :) (from memory)

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im so lazy ive been having kind of a rough day but i made these sideblogs last night and hopefully ill get to working on them more tomorrow fhwbjgegq

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—————   @mediknight​  &  @vengehunt   !

Reading mediknight’s leorio & vengehunt’s kurapika is like reading two writers writing a canon novel spinoff of the series, they have so much chemistry and talent as individual writers! I can’t wait to see more of their interactions!

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“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Friends or More starters // @vengehunt

Leorio wasn’t sure how exactly they ended up on the boardwalk, standing in silence, elbows brushing. They’d left the restaurant and agreed to walk, aimlessly navigating, impulsively turning. The glimmer of moonlight on the gentle ocean caught them both, so there they lingered, cheeks caressed by salt spray and sea breeze alike.

He could feel his heartbeat in his throat, each pulse like knots tightening, forcing him to swallow. His plans had been flimsy at best, but he was more of a coward than he thought. When the waiter had offered them wine, Leorio stumbled over the words, allowing Kurapika to sweep in with perfect pronunciation - and a lighthearted jab at his expense. Each time Leorio considered speaking up, he instead sipped his drink until his head was light and his thoughts scarce. He felt the flush of his cheeks and was thankful for the camouflage.

There, by the sea, Leorio stared not at the ocean but at Kurapika, at the starlight strung on stray strands of hair, at the paleness that rivaled the moon’s, the clearness of eyes and steady stare that could kill or captivate.

Kurapika turned, and Leorio didn’t react, rendered sluggish by the wine. He swallowed in response and faced the waves, watched them crash onto the sand and spill their foam. His muscles grew taut, and without answering, he dropped into a crouch, knees popping, and slipped off his shoes and socks.

He bore a new grin that surely complemented the heightened blush. “I’m a little warm,” he said, and the lie was foolish; late autumn delved into winter’s territory, and Leorio retained the woolen scarf around his neck.

Before Kurapika could reply, Leorio vaulted himself over the railing of the boardwalk and landed, rather gracefully, on the dry sand. He tilted his head to gaze back up at Kurapika, smiled at the way the wind made him ethereal and distant. “Care to join me, or are you too afraid to get your toes wet?”

He didn’t wait for Kurapika’s answer, just crossed down the steep bank until the cold water lapped at his ankles and stung unknown wounds, and with one hand stuffed into a crowded pocket, fingers wound round an object he would resolve to lock away (for now, just for now), he was surprised to find he didn’t feel the least bit lonely.