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starflurrys · 4 months
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based on a ship trope i saw on twitter
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taruchikas · 1 year
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Assorted A3! doodles/shitposts 🫶
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yk-zaishi · 5 months
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something something florist/tattoo artist au (im suck at drawing tattoo)
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enchiidraws · 10 months
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❄️💕
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h1stoa · 3 days
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hisohoma’d
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icharchivist · 1 year
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Winter selection for the Win! 
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mxchiiruu · 1 year
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lil hisohoma doodle <3
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fea-therlight221 · 15 days
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Thinking about how with how famous Homare is and how devoted his fans that we've seen are, there are definitely people theorizing about his love life. So now I'm imagining Hisoka visiting a cafe where the owner happens to be a fan of Homare's and personally brings him free hot chocolate with marshmallows in hopes to get a confirmation on whether or not Hisoka and Homare are dating and that's how Hisohoma go official and Hisoka returns that day with a bunch of sweets gifted to him and casually announces "I'm your boyfriend now, Alice"
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aranarumei · 1 year
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One unfortunate side effect of his sleeping schedule is that Hisoka frequently wakes up in the middle of the night. At first, it’s calming—the utter silence of the dorm feels rather warm in it’s stillness, and sometimes when the moon is bright enough his feet will lead him outside to stare at it and feel something sure settle within himself. Now that he’s gotten his memories back, the moon brings more real reminiscing than it does vague feelings, but tonight, none of that is on his mind.
When he wakes that night it’s to a new moon and soft mumbling. Hisoka breathes in deep and shifts noiselessly to squint at the hazy shape of Arisu kneeling on his bed, half-lit solely by the alarm clock on his nightstand. Even in the fuzzy dark, Hisoka can see the thin lines of his hands clasped in prayer. The vision shakes—Hisoka blinks to steady his eyes, and only after a minute does he realize that Arisu is trembling.
Though Arisu tries his best to keep quiet, Hisoka’s lived a life where his senses needed to be sharp or else.
“But you… I think you were wrong. You will be, at least,” Arisu whispers. A long sigh escapes his mouth. “That thing… it can happen to me. Someone like me… I can have it. I can give it back.” His last words leave a long stretch of silence in their wake, so long that Hisoka considers returning to sleep, but Arisu hasn’t yet moved from his current pose. “And even if… it never happens, it is okay,” Arisu says. “I will be fine. I will. I do not imagine I will ever stop wanting it, but—“ His voice cracks. “I will be fine.”
Hisoka wants to leap from his bed right now and comfort him. He wants to tell Arisu that the thing he wants is right in front of him. That Hisoka can see it glittering deeply and brightly in his eyes and that he’ll be adored by it for the rest of his life. He wants to tell him that he’ll have as much of it as he wants wherever, whenever.
But right now Arisu looks sleepless and scared and on the verge of tears and Hisoka, more than anything, doesn’t want to make him cry. When you’re sleepless it can wreck your brain and make feel so crazy that even the right things can feel strange, and he’s not willing to chance that, especially on his own.
Instead, he waits as a weary exhale leaves Arisu’s still-kneeling form, and watches carefully as Arisu tucks himself back into bed. He’s asleep soon enough, and when enough time has passed that the sky is beginning to lighten with the cracks of dawn, Hisoka sneaks over to Arisu’s fancy writing desk, steals a pen, and scribbles a shaky ink heart into his open palm. He does it enough times that the outline is thick as marker, and then he runs a hand through a lock of Arisu’s hair. It’s soft between his fingers. Then he leaves the pen curled in Arisu’s still-open hand, and moves back to his own bed.
When he wakes, Arisu is on top of him, eyes glittering bright with unshed tears. “You! Hisoka Mikage!” he shouts as soon as Hisoka blinks awake.
“What?”
“You are so frustrating!” he exclaims, jabbing a pointed finger at Hisoka’s ribs. “Truly maddening!”
“Hm,” Hisoka says. “You’re happy?”
“Of course I am!” Arisu says. “It’s to the point I could recite poems spontaneously! Dozens of them!”
“Tell me, then,” Hisoka challenges, and Arisu leans down and whispers that thing over and over and over again, ballpoint pen pressing ink hearts on Hisoka’s face. Though it’s a little difficult with a pen pushing against his cheek, Hisoka repeats every word with an equal amount of feeling.
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kkking · 1 year
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I haven't actually watched the play yet, but i feel like half of the fandom wanted to try drawing Homare's new role as soon as they saw it, and I'm no exception^^"
Arisu's face is soft, and it took ridiculous amount of attempts to make my phone's camera focus on it orz
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timeskip · 1 year
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Am I allowed to think of Homare as canonically mlm for how he talks about Hisoka or do we think that it's completely unintentional that he compares him to sleeping beauty and asks him if he'd fall in love with him and "would rather not have another"
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starflurrys · 9 months
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this won't be the only one
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taruchikas · 10 days
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A3! doodle dump but 80% of it is Hisoka
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yk-zaishi · 10 months
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old hisohoma art
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enchiidraws · 1 year
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Time to post self-indulgent fuyupoly doodles!! 💕
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ifanclover · 11 months
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i love my ragtag team of definitely normal adults and their interpersonal relationships with one another
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