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Chrollo Lucilfer Yandere Analysis.

Yan Chrollo x F Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, not SFW (both non-con and dub-con), the reader is described as AFAB and uses she/her pronouns respectfully, forced tattooing, Chrollo having a god complex but that's nothing new lol, Stockholm Syndrome, stalking, parallels to religion (mainly Judeo-Christianity), implied body transformation (using Chrollo’s book), masturbation, manipulation, and violence/gore.

Word Count: 13k.

credits to @ddarker-dreams for the yandere MBTI and like everything she writes for this creepy greaseball (check her out if you haven’t already!!) <33333

another thanks to @depravitycentral for the inspiration! check them out too!!!! their general profile and nsfw profile for mr. chrollo specifically BUT everything they write is pretty good! <33333

one last thanks to @phasmophobia-territory for the ultimate yandere types list and @blughxreader for the yandere personality meme. both have inspired the unique qualities part of this analysis, so please be sure to check them out! <333

also, for quotes i tried to do something like genshin impact/honkai: star rail voicelines so i apologize if they aren’t good (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)

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I look forward to living life with you from here on out. However, just know that there will be many different roads we will walk together on. Their lengths will depend on you, for better or for worse. As time goes on, however, I know that they will all end eventually.

→ Introduction.

The very definition of an empty shell, Chrollo has had his humanity stripped of him from a very young age. The only people who have ever made him feel something are all members of the Troupe or are buried underground, burning in hell or soaring above the clouds as angels, either one a much better existence than the life they all spent in Meteor City. So, when he sees you, someone who has been able to make him feel something without interacting with him at all, without the use of Nen, without even brushing your shoulder against him while running to your train in a hurry, he does not know what to do.

He feels like he is back to being a small child, roaming the streets and looking through dumpsters for anything of value trying to ignore the pain of the cuts and infections all over his body. You bring up a feeling he has not felt in years; fear. Despite this situation being far, far different from those times, his brain thinks otherwise. It sends him a fight or flight response every time he sees you, as much as he hides it, much like he hides himself among the crowds and crowds of people as he follows you home. You have resurrected a beast thought to be long dead, something innate, animal, almost carnal, without even lifting a finger.

Is this who he is, he wonders? He finally feels something, for once, a sense of belonging and identity and… humanity.

It fills him with a sense of euphoria, while you view it with dread every time his Zetsu slips for just a moment. You always look over your shoulder during those times and start walking faster, but definitely not enough to deter him, and it will never be enough.

→ Darling Character Analysis.

Creative.

Chrollo has a deep curiosity about the world and appreciates a darling who shares this thirst for knowledge and intellectual growth. The form of expression doesn't matter to him, whether it's through writing, music, or eloquent speech. What truly matters to Chrollo is that his darling can communicate uniquely and authentically.

In a concerning manner, Chrollo imitates his darling’s behaviors to an extreme degree, devouring everything they do with an insatiable appetite. It doesn't matter how his darling presents their interests to him, whether it's straightforward or not. For instance, if his darling mentions their love for playing the violin after spending days alone with only Chrollo for company, the next day a brand new violin will mysteriously appear on the table beside their side of the bed. Chrollo will secretly learn to play the violin himself, the one he purchased as well as the one he gifted to his darling, practicing when they are not paying attention or are fast asleep.

As a result, his darling may find themselves obligated to reciprocate this behavior by learning Chrollo's favorite musical pieces.

He will experience immense joy, perhaps so much that he will hold them down on the bed and shower their face with kisses while they squirm and kick. Even when they eventually stop, he will continue, disregarding their pleas for him to stop.

As always, his strength is overpowering, leaving you with no action to do other than to say no.

At least there is some form of care after it is all over and done with, although it always somehow involves blending with whatever activity preceded it. For instance, if it was playing the violin, he would play you with both your favorite pieces on the gramophone he put near the bathtub while giving you a massage and preparing a relaxing bath for both of you.

It is painful, more so than the usual ache between your legs, because he pays attention to your desires and exploits them, even when he appears to be gentle. The pain lingers, no matter how hard you try to disconnect from everything happening around you.

He gives you everything you want, and it hurts because you always know why.

Bold.

A darling who never hides their intentions and just goes for it would spark some sort of admiration in Chrollo, especially if they use their boldness on him as a manipulation tactic.

He finds it entertaining most of all, but also there is a small part of him that is grateful for it because it makes his darling seem more human to him and not just something to own.

Boldness is quite a human trait, one that he so adores, especially with those he holds close like fellow members of the Troupe. It is also quite a trait that can easily be manipulated.

If you attempt to flirt to lower his guard, he will flirt back twice as hard. 

When everything is over and done with, he will admit he knows exactly what you are doing as he kisses you again, you not kissing him back this time, as good as your acting was, much to your horror.

Resourceful.

Chrollo sees himself above the rest of man, a God in his way, so a darling who is quite similar to him he would adore.

That is not to say he could not fall for someone the complete opposite of him, someone who is impulsive and wears their heart on their sleeve and everything else he does not and cannot do, but the probability is low compared to a darling that plans everything and keeps their cards close, much as he does.

That makes escape attempts though, quite common, considering how resourceful his darling can be, like using a file to saw the metal in one of his safes or the iron on their leg keeping them in his penthouse. But he loves it, it is one of his favorite things about them.

It is endless entertainment to him, a sort of fight against himself, albeit he is much, much stronger when it comes to wits most likely. You can think on your feet as much as you want, but so will he.

He will mirror their actions until the end.

Independent.

Much like his beloved's cleverness, he derives amusement from their self-reliance. He takes pleasure in dismantling their barriers bit by bit until they have no choice but to rely on him completely.

Indeed, Chrollo views his beloved as simultaneously superior and inferior to him.

There is no equality between them, only a shifting power dynamic that his beloved will soon discover. They will never be certain if his actions, like retrieving their favorite snack from the top shelf of the pantry, are expressions of love or gestures of mockery.

At times, it may be both. At times, it may be neither.

His thoughts remain inscrutable, and he revels in it.

Cunning.

Chrollo loves it when your eyebrows furrow, when you’re deep in focus, especially when you are trying to come up with an escape plan and not noticing him right behind you, because of that expression on your face.

It’s unholy, the way he worships you with sacrifices both living and not. He wants to ruin you, yet keep you as you are. So, after a long time of pondering, he concludes. He will remake your shape, not enough to completely alter it, but just enough for your walls to tumble down and let him in. That is why while he will let you try and try again to escape, he will still attempt to get into your head. He is like a poison, a parasite, imprisoning you in your fears, insecurities, and plans that are doomed to fail sooner or later. It is what he wants to be, but he also wants to be more. 

More and more he will be, and more and more he will take from you. It is only natural to want more than what is given, correct? 

It is how Chrollo and the other Troupe members survived so long in Meteor City. They take and take, not caring who they hurt because it is human instinct to want and seize. He will argue as such whenever you try to guilt him because you will soon know that he holds no shame in whatever he does. He is selfish, and he wants to stay that way. He wants you to do the same, so he loves it when you fight him or try to run away because he knows it is only nature. Nature will run its course regardless of who wants it to not. Nature does not care, so why should he? Why should you?

But he also wants you to not be as selfish as him, despite him knowing that it most likely will not be unless you are broken down enough. But that is fine, Chrollo tells himself because that time will eventually arise.

Mature.

Maturity is an elusive quality that characterizes Chrollo, yet eludes him as well. It ebbs and flows like a breeze, carrying seeds to unknown destinations, beyond the perception of onlookers. Unfortunately, you, the observer, are an unwilling participant in the multitude of games he plays and the various disguises he dons. Occasionally, Chrollo can act impulsively, adopting yet another facade acquired from others in the interludes of his life. However, there are moments when he patiently waits for the opportune time to strike, akin to a cunning serpent. But this outcome relies on your level of vigilance or innocence. Perhaps, one day, you'll find it best to surrender to his will. Chrollo eagerly anticipates that day.

Hardworking.

Chrollo feels a mix of jealousy and a desire for control when he sees someone truly dedicated to their pursuits. He wants to replicate their passion and adopt a similar persona. At the same time, he is intrigued by their determination and ambition, as he wants to understand every aspect of their character. This admiration creates a thrilling challenge for him, as he seeks to imitate their drive while also appreciating it. He wants to both admire and exploit this trait to engage in a game of cat and mouse until they submit. Perhaps it would be good to do just that, to prevent yourself from getting hurt again.

Observant.

Chrollo finds great pleasure in the thrill of the hunt, especially when his keen-eyed darling begins to notice subtle indications of being watched. These signs, carefully planted by Chrollo himself, make his darling increasingly cautious. For Chrollo, taking risks brings great rewards. Although these signs are intentional, they still hold, don't they? A lingering footstep behind them. A faint smile on a stranger's face, an unfamiliar figure lurking in an alley near his companion's residence. These signals confirm that they are being stalked, and Chrollo is entertained by the fact that their sharp instincts assure them that this is no mere coincidence or misunderstanding.

Logical.

Chrollo's beloved should possess some semblance of logic, even if it deviates from conventional understanding. The key lies in their thought process, rather than adherence to reason. This cognitive approach, be it driven by emotions or rationality, captivates Chrollo. They meticulously evaluate facts, evidence, and outcomes, exercising caution in moments of perceived advantage, as well as during bouts of insecurity and danger, where they must think quickly on their feet. This mental calculus can either serve them well or inadvertently lead to their downfall. They carefully weigh the pros and cons, thus fueling Chrollo's insatiable desire for the fun of the chase, which hinges upon ultimately catching his beloved in the act.

A Leader.

If you hold a position of leadership, whether at work or among friends, this situation will be even more perplexing and distressing for you. In an instant, you were no longer in charge, forcibly removed from your familiar surroundings and confined. Your authority, influence, and status, which held great significance, have been stripped away. You may experience a profound sense of helplessness and powerlessness as if all your hard work has been unjustly taken from you. Chrollo, as your captor, will seek to exert even more control over you if you possess the characteristic of leadership. He finds it ironic that you are now compelled to follow him, forever robbed of the opportunity to lead while you remain in captivity.

Confident Outside, Insecure Inside.

Chrollo takes great pleasure in this particular attribute, as a mere few words, be they soothing or otherwise, have the power to manipulate you effortlessly.

You find yourself compelled to dance and sing, controlled by invisible strings or some intangible force, as there seems to be no other recourse in this predicament. After enduring prolonged isolation, you will unquestioningly revere Chrollo's words, no matter how distorted they may be, treating them as a testament to be praised. And Chrollo eagerly anticipates the arrival of that day.

It instills fear in you, as both of you are aware that such a day will inevitably arrive.

With a few choice words, Chrollo can elicit tears or smiles from you, a feat that few others have managed to accomplish.

You despise it, while Chrollo utterly loves it. Intelligent.

Intelligence encompasses a wide range of abilities, making it possible for Chrollo to be drawn to various types. However, what truly captivates him is a darling who possesses either linguistic or interpersonal intelligence, or even better, both. He desires someone who can effortlessly decipher people's intentions, using words that ignite a fire within him, even if those words are aimed at him or others.

The type or types of intelligence his darling possesses greatly influences their relationship. How he presents himself in public, whether as a kind gentleman or someone who keeps his distance, depends on their emotional intelligence and intuition. Additionally, Chrollo finds it incredibly appealing when his darling shares a specific interest that is completely new to him. This not only allows him to learn something new but also adds another mask to his ever-expanding collection.

Someone who is emotionally intelligent, like his beloved, would pose a challenge for him to manipulate. They possess the ability to understand him better than most, making it all the more satisfying for Chrollo when they succumb to his desires. After all, as Chrollo often says, the greater the risk, the greater the reward.

→ Yandere MBTI: CAMS. (Cruel, Aware, Manipulative, Strict)

Chrollo possesses great skill in dismantling individuals but lacks the necessary expertise to reconstruct them according to his vision. Unfortunately, you have become an unwilling participant in his experiments. Share with him your deepest anguish and vulnerabilities. Chrollo also portrays himself as a universal remedy, claiming that he holds the power to alleviate all your suffering and resolve your troubles, provided you heed his advice.

However, he waits until he has captured you, and your defenses have crumbled. In that moment of vulnerability, when you are cut off from the world, consumed by sorrow, unable to eat or speak, he reveals himself as a deity. He extends his hand to you, leading you along a path he meticulously constructed. This path is filled with suffering, a never-ending cycle of waiting for both of you. But at the end of this dark tunnel lies Chrollo's ultimate desire: your affection.

What is your ultimate pain, what is your ultimate wish? I can provide anything and everything for you, beloved if you do not stray away from the light.

If you happen to encounter him in public before he abducts you, it is because he willingly allows you to do so, aiming to create a favorable impression that will prevent you from suspecting his true intentions. However, if you do find yourself growing suspicious, it is not without justification. Nevertheless, he will persist in attempting to dispel your doubts by showering you with more gifts and displaying gentlemanly behavior such as pulling out your chair and kissing your hand or inner wrist. Yet, everything appears excessively flawless, to the extent of inducing nausea. Everything is so… flawless all of the time, but only when you are around him and him alone. Ironically, despite Chrollo's desire to dissuade your wariness towards him, his tender and kind gestures only evoke fear.

Chrollo effortlessly switches between portraying himself as a divine figure and a malevolent force, adapting to the circumstances at hand. On one hand, he displays an uncanny perfection, never making a mistake and seemingly possessing an understanding of your thoughts and emotions even before you do. On the other hand, he reveals his true nature as pure evil by casually initiating a bet to see who can consume the most alcohol, leaving you as an unwilling participant in this game of his. As soon as you become intoxicated, he unveils himself as the embodiment of wickedness, groaning as your clothes rip off and you cry his mouth is on yours and he keeps murmuring things into your ear that are so much more terrifying than sweet and-

Panaceas are eternal, refusing to fade away, regardless of your preferences. And so is this situation with me, my dearest.

Chrollo often repeats the phrase that he would sacrifice his life for you. However, there is doubt as to whether he truly means it. His actions, whether they be subtle or overt, inflict daily harm upon you, both mentally and physically. He disguises his hurtful behavior as casual conversation, a serious one, and everything in between. Chrollo's self-centered nature raises the question of why he would make such a claim.

You remain unaware of his true intentions, as Chrollo holds the knowledge of what is genuine and what is fabricated close to his chest. He perpetuates this ambiguity, ensuring that you will never uncover the truth. Once again, Chrollo finds himself in a position of guilt, but the specific charges remain unknown. As an impartial judge, you can't discern between deceit and honesty when you have never been taught the difference. Chrollo, determined to maintain this state of uncertainty, ensures that the truth remains elusive, no matter what lengths he has to go to to make sure it stays that way.

Chrollo possesses the ability to assume various roles. He can portray himself as a reliable partner rather than a deceitful captor, a compassionate individual rather than a mass murderer, a savior rather than someone in need of rescue... The possibilities are endless. This charade is not merely a game to him, but a necessity to maintain his façade. Even if he desired to, he could never remove these disguises, as he is oblivious to his true identity, because who is he without his lies? Nothing? It is a sorrowful predicament for both me and him, you will think someday, one that may prompt you to ponder whether it is Stockholm Syndrome or your inherent empathy for others.

At some point, you will allow him to take what he desires, whether it be when he reaches a breaking point and loses control, or when you become desperate for any form of human interaction.

Whenever you are in need, call out my name. I will be there to provide whatever cure you desire for the ailment at hand.

→ Unique Qualities.

Yandere Type: 

Possessive.

Chrollo in one word would be selfish, and he himself would not deny that it suits him quite well.

Whatever he touches turns to gold in the most metaphorical sense. Whenever he sees something he wants, he will take it. Everything Chrollo takes either has rhyme and reason to it or none at all. He turns them into gold as a sign of who owns them. Even if you have fallen or will eventually fall prey to this touch. The golden touch immobilizes you so you never ever leave him. 

Like King Midas, he is selfish, and he takes pride in it. He is never humble in anything he does. That much is certain. He holds you in his arms at night like he knows your weight in gold, that he could never lose you as he lost himself all those years ago. His kisses are gentle when he wants them to be, or they can be as aggressive as he wants them to be. You’ll come to learn that it does not matter what you want, what matters is what Chrollo wants. Does not having a say in your hell hurt? Or does not having a choice help you justify to yourself that you must escape this?

Monitoring. (Watches From Afar / Direct Contact)

Really, it is Shalnark that does most of the work here, but it is still worth mentioning, especially since what Chrollo cannot get through traditional stalking alone, he asks a very teasing Shalnark to get for him. Though, if Shalnark fails, Feitan is put to the task, much to Feitan’s quite less than subtle annoyance, not that he would ever voice it. Through this trio, the work is separated into three strategies.

Chrollo’s way of finding information is as classic as it comes. Either he is observing you go about your usual day, to that coffee shop you visit before going to work, to the library you frequent on the weekends, to a park you like walking in to see the birds and to get a change of scenery while you read, or he is inside your home, looking through drawers, sampling some leftovers even from your fridge, and making a literal list of things to buy you either later or in the present moment and things to take with him when he inevitably steals you away. Shalnark’s way comes through the internet, through placing cameras in your home and showing Chrollo the footage day in and day out, and perhaps even making an online friend of you if you are that social with other people. To him, it’s all child’s play, especially with finding family members and friends of yours for later, to perhaps ask them questions under the guise of a fellow friend of yours even. But the information that neither Shalnark nor Chrollo can get from stalking alone relies on Feitan, which is where all the finding people you know and love trickle down and puddle at the bottom of this sort of vial of differing plans. This is a last resort, sort of, because there are better things that Feitan can be doing, really, but he is nothing less than loyal to Chrollo and the other Spiders, so he’ll find people who may know the answers his boss was looking for.

He does not blame Chrollo, because if the information was something even Shalnark could not find, it is something so secretive that it could metaphorically be so beneath the waves that it is on the bottom of the ocean floor.

Feitan takes on the role of the more experienced diver because he wants to make Chrollo happy.

Thankfully for most of those you know, only a maximum of perhaps five people are flicked off before you are brought to whatever penthouse Chrollo has bought for the next month or so. The rest can continue with their lives as it was, not that Feitan cares or Shalnark cares or Chrollo cares, except for poor, poor you.

Removing Nuisances. (Murder Likelihood: 8/10)

Similarly to gathering information about you, dealing with rivals follows a similar sort of hierarchy. Chrollo follows them, albeit with far less care and perhaps even stealing a few things along the way, if the rivals are rich enough, though that is quite rare to happen. Instead, he would try to threaten them through anonymous emails or letters, perhaps even with a photo of them sleeping thrown into the mix. But if that does not work, Shalnark is up next, digging up past searches and buyings that the rival perhaps regrets or wants to remain hidden. It could be anything, really, and soon this information will start to spread like a flame until the rival’s reputation is utterly ruined. If the rival is still stubborn about wanting to be romantically involved with you, Feitan is last, burying a corpse underground that looks far from the human it once was by the end of it all, and Feitan, unsurprisingly, likes this sort of business rather than simply lying in wait for a friend of yours to unfortunately cross his path.

Perhaps even Chrollo will join Feitan in this session or sessions. It sometimes happens, when Chrollo is too pent up or feeling especially angry, although he hides it well with a smile that is a bit too wide, at this rival in particular. By the end of it, when both he and Feitan look like they took a bath in blood with their clothes on, Chrollo laughs, and Feitan snickers. He feels good, both of them do. Maybe this is why Chrollo is so taken with you, Feitan wonders. The power and control that comes with you… it’s utterly addicting, isn’t it?

Adam and Eve. (Absolute Isolation) (Kidnapping Likelihood: 10/10)

Before he takes you away, Chrollo makes sure that whatever he cannot replace he takes with him. This includes memorabilia, photos, family heirlooms if you have any, and even annotated novels you have on your bookshelf with notes sticking out of them like sore thumbs. He manages to take it all away easily, just like he does with you. Chrollo, despite how selfish he is, still wants in some capacity to make you happy. In your “adapting stage”, you may be able to hide away from him in the bathroom and lock the door, but at least you will have the choice to continue whatever hobbies you had before that Chrollo allows you to do while you are self-isolating. 

He sees this small reason for you not to hate him entirely as a win. A triumph followed by many others to come.

Collector’s Habit. (Comfortable Imprisonment / Chains + Cages)

Chrollo’s penthouse is lined with things both of significance to him and you. Almost all of it is stuff that he has stolen, however, not that he cares. The paintings lined up in the dining room, the many pretty dresses put in your closet and you are forced to wear, the jewelry that he clasps onto your neck and fingers and wrists like chains, all of them are stolen in some capacity or another. 

The things that he had stolen from your home all look like they belong there, almost. Your favorite pink beret placed next to a porcelain plate of macaroons and fruit a note telling you to get ready for a date later in the evening, an old photo of you placed in a frame that ought to be at least three hours worth of your salary, your most cherished books all lined up next to Chrollo’s own, all the covers and sizes somewhat similar to one another that it almost drives you mad. It brings Chrollo comfort, while it brings you ire. 

Possibly, you’ll read one of his Dostoevsky pieces when you think he is gone, or you’ll try on one of his many fur coats when it gets too chilly or when you are curious. But curiosity always finds a way to kill the cat, because when you think you are not going to be caught, Chrollo finds a way to sneak up behind you and simply observe, smirking, even when you see him.

Attention-Seeking.

Chrollo has always been one to utterly enjoy being in the limelight. He loves acting parts, playing parts as classy as a Prince Charming to a part as scheming as a villain that has locked the princess in a tower. You get both, the unlucky person you are. He gives you roses and proclaims poems and confessions of absolute love and undying loyalty, but you then remember that he is the one that trapped you here, to begin with.

This life that was forced upon you is a fairytale very close to cracking and falling apart, but never does.

You are forced to be a helpless maiden waiting for a knight in shining armor to rescue her, but unfortunately for you, that knight is also the very evildoer in this story. So, you try to be your own knight, your own prince, but it will never be as close or as real as an actual hero. So, your attempts fail, regardless of how long they were in the making. You are not strong enough, not fast enough, and you simply cannot write your own ending in this whimsical tale if Chrollo is always aware of them.

But you come up with a plan that takes weeks upon weeks and months upon months for it to bear fruit. 

You'll comply with his desires and make your getaway when he least anticipates it. Thus, you're compelled to dance with Chrollo, flawlessly and without objection, to safeguard your plan. However, with each movement, it feels as though nails are penetrating your foot, for you're uncertain if Chrollo is aware of your actions, and it fills you with immense fear.

But it is too late to back out of this, so you keep on doing this waltz.

Eliminating Rivals. 

The basement, as always, is filled with dust and dirt with insects both alive and dead scattered on the floor next to Feitan’s equipment. Chrollo does not mind it, though, despite him still wearing the suit he wore when he was following you to the train station, the route you usually took to get back from your best friend’s house to your place. He does not like her, but he decides to let her still do whatever with her life as she pleases, unlike the person currently zip-tied to one of the rusty chairs with broken legs. As long as she does not try to seek to be more than friends with you, she’ll be safe from harm. Even though Chrollo’s gut is telling him that she will try, that she will kiss you, say “I love you” to you and maybe go on top of you in bed and-

He tries not to think about it, he is already behind schedule enough as it is, though he could just make Feitan do the work by himself. He tries not to think about it because he has to start preparing his penthouse for your arrival soon to come. He has already purchased some new comforter sets for the bedroom, along with some of the skincare products he knows you use in the bathroom. He’s busy, too busy to involve himself with something other than torturing this man and getting back on track. He focuses on the scene ahead, trying not to think about that friend of yours or the barista who always looks at you for a tad bit too long. If he let his emotions and not logic control him, he would have murdered half this town already and left love notes on their headstones.

He looks at the man, covered in his own blood, his own vomit, his own feces from being confined there for days before Chrollo arrived, deathly thin from starvation and dehydration. From what Feitan told him, Feitan gouged out one eye one day and the other eye the next day, leaving him blind and weeping, his vocal cords far-reaching past their limit, crying out gibberish like some sort of animal, something not too conscious enough of its surroundings to be anything considered even near human.

“Fei, do you hear that?”

“...I do.”

Sexual Drive: 5/10.

Chrollo knows most of what there is to know about sex, but not for his own pleasure. He uses this knowledge mainly in intelligence gathering, when Shalnark, Feitan, and even Pakunoda are not able to get the information the Troupe needs for their next heist. He holds sex with little to no emotional value because of this, since his love for the other Troupe members is high above what little admiration he could possibly hold for those people that he subtly interrogates while fucking them as gently or as hard as they want him to, whispering in their ear when they are feeling their most euphoric, asking them what dons are trading with each other and with what, asking them how the president of this company makes so much when the value of their imports and exports don’t exactly match up, asking them how exactly many secret passageways this mansion has… it’s endless, really, how much information he can get out of them. The human body is so vulnerable, especially when pain mixes with pleasure or pleasure mixes with pain or pain is alone or please is alone. Chrollo is grateful for it.

But when it comes to sex with you, Chrollo then finally sees the emotional side of this spectrum. Your bodies bond and become one, melting into one another as you both moan out each other’s name, lovingly yours and lovingly his.

This development does not surprise him because he does want an emotional bond with you in some sense of the word, he wants you to worship him just as much as he does with you.

Let us go, shall we? Before you could answer, his hand grabs your wrist, his grip making it impossible for someone like you to break away. We… have plenty to talk about and do, correct?

Violence Towards Darling: 3/10.

Don’t take this as a sign that he will not use violence on you at all. Believing that Chrollo's violent tendencies towards you are limited to slapping or ignoring you is a naive assumption. You soon realize that attempting to strike him is futile due to his lightning-fast reflexes. Fighting back against Chrollo will not resolve anything. Instead, you come to understand that he wants you to be like a pet, constantly performing tricks and obediently following his commands.

You wonder if he would also display you like a trophy. Uncertain, you contemplate whether or not you want to find out. Eventually, a few nights later, you dream of a life without Chrollo's constant control, where he does not touch you possessively and parade you around expensive events. You recognize that you are nothing more than his lapdog, his pet, his trophy.

However, Chrollo claims to see something more in you. Is he being genuine in his belief? Do you really desire to uncover the truth?

Violence Towards Others: 8/10.

In his search for you, he maintains his usual calm demeanor, though his eyes reveal his inner turmoil. Anger fills his vision, overshadowing any light. Surely, you couldn't have gone too far. He frantically scans the penthouse until he finds you on the balcony... in the company of someone else.

“Feeling intrusive, are we?”

He pays no mind to the identity of this person, although it's likely they are a former lover or at the very least, a love interest. Your declarations of love and reciprocated kisses leave no room for doubt. How they managed to reach this height is irrelevant to him.

Without uttering a single word, he opens his book, channeling an unseen force from his hands to your ill-fated companion, causing them to plummet to the ground amidst screams from both of you.

After a few moments of tears, mumbled apologies, and the utterance of their name, he informs you that a serious discussion will take place later. With that, you silently follow him back inside. He will contact Shizuku to handle the cleanup of the body in due time.

Vanilla / Kinky

Favorite Kinks:

Begging.

Both inside and outside the bedroom, Chrollo likes having you beg, from you begging him to let you orgasm to you begging him to get you that new book in that series you were quite interested in before you got stolen away. It’s a power dynamic no doubt, it makes him feel wanted by you, needed by you, loved by you. That’s all he wants, really, your love and devotion and for you to promise to be his sun and moon and stars, for you to say he is bigger and more important to me than the sky, for you to hold him, for him to hold you.

No matter how much time passes, how many different places you both stay in and leave, how many countries you visit for leisure or for Chrollo's next big scheme, he refuses to break this unhealthy pattern, even for your sake. He enjoys this routine, so why would he alter it? He will occasionally tease you for being rather selfish, even as you both grow older and wiser and your hairs both white and your skin wrinkly. He will even say it to you when your corpse is resting peacefully in its coffin, as he sheds tears for the first time in many years.

Every time please, Chrollo, please, I… comes out of your mouth, it sounds like to him, the most beautiful martial vow. 

He locks each and every one into the deepest crevices of his heart like unwilling prisoners, despite how small and cold and dead his said heart is, at least to you. They don’t want to stay, but they have to because I want them there in remembrance. Just like you. Poetic, is it not?

Voyeurism. 

The screen in front of him showed you coming out of the shower, your body dripping with soapy water with a towel on your body that barely covered anything and a smaller towel covering your hair that was put up in a clip. Shalnark placing cameras all around your place made things much easier to know things about you that he could not find out through traditional stalking alone. He is grateful for him.

Slowly, as he smiled, one of his hands went into his pants, then his boxers as he caressed the half-hard thing beneath them both. He kept groaning as it got harder and harder, his breathing getting faster and faster. He is not sure how much time had gone by, but he knows that there was now liquid, slow and warm, running down his legs and is all over his hand, and as always, you were none the wiser.

Oral. (Receiving)

Your knees are on the floor, having been there so long it hurts. Your neck is curved backward and your mouth is in pain from his large manhood in there like an unwanted intruder, as you desperately gag and choke and cry. The only reason you have not successfully gotten away is because one of his hands is grabbing the back of your head and pulling you every time you pull, hopelessly still trying to fight.

Your hands are tied behind your back with silk to not damage the skin of your wrists, while you desperately try to claw your way out of them.

You’re in the clothing that he wants you to wear, as usual, though calling it clothing would be an overstatement as it hardly covers anything. A black thong with a short skirt, along with a low-cut bralette. As always, you have no say in the matter, and even though you are unable to utter a word, he showers you with affectionate words, as fake as they seem.

Favorite Parts:

Your Thighs.

It is more of a comfort thing than anything else, really. The way that it is one of the softest parts of you, one of the meatiest parts of you, and, most of all, the easiest parts of you to grab and hold and kiss and press hickeys into and fuck.

It’s only natural for a thief to want to keep their prized possessions close to them, is it not, my darling? 

While Chrollo still places you all of his mementos and diamonds and paintings among the many, many other things he has hidden away in his current penthouse, seeing you as better than all of those things combined, he still sees you, in some ways, as something to be sanctioned, whether it be for your own safety or just his pure, unadulterated selfishness, or perhaps both.

So, he holds onto your thighs at all times pretty much, squeezing the flesh for either attention or just because he needs some security that you are still there with him, no matter how close you physically are to him.

He will occasionally rest his head on your lap, reciting his book aloud while you are obliged to listen. He never dozes off because he is too cautious for that, although he yearns for it. His desire to lie down and have you run your fingers through his hair as he gradually drifts to sleep almost surpasses all his other needs. It may sound like a fantasy for him, no pun intended.

However, it would be a nightmare for you, whether he falls asleep or not. But as always, Chrollo hardly cares. If you dare to object, your longer skirts, shorts, and one pair of sweatpants will vanish for approximately a month, only to be replaced by outrageously short clothes that barely qualify as attire.

They’re soft, just like your lips, your voice, just everything else about you, you, you. It’s the parts that most perfectly describe you, he’ll say, forcing you to tolerate all his touches because his hand is not going anywhere, just like the rest of me, sweetling.

Just stay still and let me see how plush you are just for me, alright?

If he ignores all the goosebumps and the shivers, he can assume that this is what heaven feels like. It must be, right, dearest?

Your Collarbone.

Despite everything else about him, Chrollo can be a sort of traditionalist when he wants to be. This applies quite rarely though, only really affecting the relationship he has with you, both inside and outside of the bedroom.

He likes how the bones stick out, the crevices just so perfect for him to slide the tip of his fingers across, just so perfect for him to kiss and bite, just so perfect to hang necklaces from so they are on a sort of diagonal and reflect the light, making them shine and making them highlight the hickeys that have been pressed into them, right below them, and right above them…

He forces you to wear all kinds of accessories and low-cut shirts that he can find, not caring how much money it would cost, just to see some diamond-encrusted choker on your neck. He says in the calmest voice he can muster that it is no big deal, darling, just trust me and I got this for you and you alone, now why don’t you be a sweetheart and put it on? You might think that a choker and a collar are essentially the same, as they both tightly grip the neck like a suffocating hold. However, Chrollo pays no mind to this, as owners don't concern themselves with their pets realizing they're wearing such a sign of possession.

Your Feet.

Chrollo appreciates art in his own unique way, specifically when it comes to sculpting and realism. He finds your feet to be truly exquisite, along with the rest of you. Despite your attempts to ignore it or cover them up, he has a clear fondness for your feet. Your toes are round, your heels are perfectly shaped, and your soles fit perfectly in his hands when he places heeled shoes on them. In secret, he also enjoys the scent of your feet, although he would never admit it. He would rather die than confess. 

Your feet are cute and can become sweaty and sticky, making them easy to hold onto, just like your thighs. 

Those traits really remind him after you orgasm, with you of course begging repeatedly for it a few moments before he lets you.

It's a hidden pleasure for him, even if you were to discover it, he would keep it to himself. You won't be able to get any information from him. If you do happen to find out, don't be surprised when a substantial portion of your jewelry drawer is filled with anklets.

His Fingers.

Chrollo admires his hands more than most other parts of his body. He trims his fingernails every two weeks, putting hand cream every time he steps out of the bath, never skipping this routine of his. The reason he admires his hands so much is that despite all the bloodshed and other dirty acts he does with them, they remain on the outside clean. It boosts his ego, in a way.

There are just so many uses for them, he loves flipping the pages of his favorite novels with them, he loves cutting food for both you and himself with them, he loves squeezing your thigh as either a warning or a sign of love… there are just endless possibilities, at least from his perspective.

But his new favorite thing is to fuck your clit with them, and yours alone.

Is it a privilege, then, that only yours can bring him such joy? Whether you believe it to be so or not, it holds no significance, for Chrollo finds pleasure in this, and only his satisfaction matters, given that he is the one who has taken you captive.

Please, Chrollo, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I can’t take this anymore I-

His movements are flawlessly executed, almost unfairly so. They are deliberate yet unhurried, demanding your submission. However, he will only grant you this pleasure if you plead for it. The act of begging will consume several minutes, perhaps even a minimum of two, leaving you in a state of desperation. Meanwhile, he will revel in your discomfort, relishing the power he holds over you. This perverse satisfaction is what he adores the most.

As you wish.

Inevitably, you will find yourself succumbing to your desires, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure he provides. Despite your stubbornness, your willpower will eventually crumble under the weight of his expertise.

He derives immense pleasure from knowing that he alone possesses the ability to bring you such ecstasy. This knowledge fuels his ego, heightening his sense of self-importance.

His Words.

Chrollo has an insatiable thirst for knowledge, but he also derives great pleasure from imparting knowledge and amusingly embarrassing others. And when it comes to you, he takes it to another level.

He constantly showers you with compliments, comparing you to famous heroines like Juliet and Ophelia from classic literature. He insists that you possess the same beauty as any damsel in distress from those timeless tales. To prove his point, he even offers to acquire paintings of these fictional princesses and damsels for you to admire and compare yourself to.

Wanting a break from his constant attention, you agree to his proposal. Besides, you get the bonus of owning some exquisite artwork. What could go wrong, right?

Well, it turns out to be a colossal mistake.

Upon waking up, you find yourself surrounded by what feels like an entire museum filled with paintings of fictional damsels, duchesses, princesses, and queens. The overwhelming presence of these artworks threatens to suffocate you. And to make matters worse, Chrollo insists on meticulously going through each painting one by one, forcing you to endure this ordeal that could very well last for days.

Your legs resemble hers, your lips resemble hers, your feet resemble hers... every aspect of your physique and the muse's physique that he remarks upon, leaves you feeling incredibly exposed, more so than ever before.

The duration of this process is absolutely exasperating. It leaves you feeling as defenseless as a lamb anticipating its fate in the hands of a butcher.

His Knowledge.

Chrollo truly treasures his knowledge, viewing it as divine nectar from the heavens, if indeed it exists. This belief is so strong that he occasionally overestimates it, taking every opportunity to display it in a way that impresses you more than anything else he does, both inside and outside of the bedroom. Whether intentionally or not, he will state the obvious, like pointing out that the creature you're observing in the rose garden during your “date” is not a slug, but a snail. 

It frustrates you, but you acknowledge that it could be worse–he could forbid you from venturing outdoors altogether. 

Surely, that counts for something, doesn't it? 

…Doesn’t it?

Fantasies. (Consent / Non-Con) (Coercion / Brute Force)

If one were to make a comparison, they would compare you to a piece of art so beautiful, that it is instinct to witness, praise, and worship until their bodies all turn to mere dust, in which they will be swept away by those alive who do not want your refinement to be stained by those who have passed on. For what is a beauty without a beholder? Chrollo will gladly take up that role, as he is the only one worthy of seeing such a piece. You, leaning on the pillows, legs crossed, hair put up in a neat bun, wearing makeup that he has said he likes on you before, looking up at him like he has come to bless you with a mere glimpse of the divine power he holds, wearing the black lingerie he chose for you to wear this evening, made of lace with patterns of roses scattered about.

This is his welcome home gift, from both himself and you. He may have requested that you could partake in this, but since you are doing it without any complaint but instead loving doing the task at hand, he could consider him soon becoming one with your body for the evening to be an award from you for all the work he has done for the Troupe these past few days.

If such a prize is laid before him, ripe for the taking, why wouldn’t he? So, without so much as uttering another word, he starts to undress as you watch, a mix of genuine joy and interest laid out on your face. He hasn’t even touched you yet, and with this simple act, you are bound to him with the invisible thread of lust.

When his boxers are all the way down, he approaches, and you don’t blink, wanting to take it all in. Shall the fun start? When your lips meet, all reservations that you once had dissolve, as few as they are now.

(But don’t think Chrollo respects your boundaries completely when it comes to sex; if you deny him enough, over the course of months and months, he will break his composure and show you where you belong; underneath him.)

→ Strengths.

Realities. (Your Own, His Avow) (Patient / Impatient)

The being that is above you in this bed is unlike any human you have ever met before. His looks and personality are all artificially crafted, like some automaton made to resemble actual living things, but do not stray far from their roots, what they were made for, and what they were made of. I’m real, you think, I’m real. Chrollo is not.

He’s aware of everything you do. Every step you take. Every word you say.

He is aware. He possesses knowledge of all things, much like the god he feigns to be. His understanding of emotions is as keen as his logical reasoning, resulting in a situation of dread that pertains solely to you.

It instills fear within you because he holds the key to all knowledge, while you remain in not-so-blissful ignorance.

→ Weaknesses.

Lotus Eater. (Dreamy Idleness)

Chrollo, despite his attempts to appear superior to others, is not without his flaws. If those around him stroke his ego, he becomes overly confident. Yet, if one were to try the opposite approach, it would have the same effect as boosting his ego. He is cursed with arrogance, always believing he is superior to others, even some members of the Troupe. Perhaps you can use this knowledge to your advantage. Faking affection could lower his guard and further inflate his narcissism. It is a strategic move, preferable to engaging in a physical fight that you cannot possibly win. 

Therefore, when you believe you have the opportunity to escape when his guard seems lowered enough that he won't immediately pursue you, you run. At that moment, his facade will crack, his eyes will grow emptier, and the hollow husk chasing after you will not resemble the Chrollo you once knew.

→ Daily Life.

Welcome. (Day One)

Chrollo remains a mystery begging to be left unsolved.

He rises at his usual hour each morning, and it's a rarity to witness him actually sleeping. His breakfast consistently consists of sausage and eggs, seasoned solely with salt and pepper, as he avoids other spices. He purchases fresh bread from whichever local bakery happens to be closest for the week or a few days ahead. Occasionally, if you're fortunate, he may bring back something sweet while out and about, such as a chocolate-filled croissant or a cherry jam-filled danish. However, trust, whether in platonic or romantic relationships, is something that must be earned.

Interestingly, it appears that regardless of the circumstances, Chrollo seems to possess a certain level of trust that you won't make any foolish choices. On your initial day in this penthouse, he simply greeted you, patiently waiting until the effects of the drugs wore off, allowing you to cry on the bed until your tears ran dry. He comforted you, softly shushing you and gently caressing your cheeks with his thumb.

Yet, he never becomes too intimate.

Was that his motive? Is that why he opted to masquerade as a compassionate gentleman rather than a captor? Instead of asserting his authority, he chose to console you, demonstrating that such solace could be snatched away in an instant. You were oblivious to his true intentions. On that initial day, you wept more than any other day, the taste of mint on Chrollo's breath and the aroma of coffee still etched in your memory. He would inflict further harm, and for the sake of your sanity, you believe it is preferable for him to remain an enigma, shielding you from the repulsive monster lurking beneath his attractive facade.

What Could Be. (And What Is)

Strangely enough, there are still parts of your life after Chrollo has captured you that would still sort of count as normal enough that you could turn the other way and ignore all other cosmic horrors that are happening in the general vicinity. You could still decide what you want to eat and drink that day, what to watch, what to read, what time to wake up and what time to go to bed, what to write in your diary (that not-so-strangely has its lock missing now), listen to the morning birds or to the music that Chrollo allows you to listen to (which is most of it, shockingly)... the list really is endless, really, aside from a few things that you forget sometimes, much to future you’s horror.

But sometimes you forget on purpose, to divulge in the fantasy Chrollo has carefully crafted for both of you, either to fool him or your walls really are as broken down as he wants them to be.

He finds it nice when you ask him questions about whatever place he has rented for the two of you for the time being, the location at hand most likely being related to the Troupe’s plans to steal whatever is of value. He likes to show off, and to listen to him talk for hours requires the patience of a saint.

→ Punishments. (No Punishments / Tortuous Punishments)

Welcome Again. (Failed Departure)

The penthouse looked to be the same after you ran out the entrance door that you lockpicked. The fireplace was still lit. There was still a smell of peppermint in the air along with some scent of coffee, lattes maybe. Everything looks the same, just as it always has. It nearly scares you more, how calm and warm this place is, than the hand that has a grip on your wrist so tight that you feel like he will dislocate it in the very least.

But he does not look angry, but that smile is not good at all either.

He does not say anything as he closes the door behind him, turning the lock on the door so it will remain that way. He does not say anything as he continues to drag you, albeit a bit more tight in his grip now that you are within his grasp once again. Whatever you say goes in one ear and out the other, and you know better than to struggle and scream, because you do not want this day to result in yet another bloodbath, and it would be useless anyway, even if someone came to rescue you. That is why, like the sort of pet you were trained to be, you bite your tongue and obey. He seems to not be angry now, but who knows what awaits you once you are in the bedroom, where most talks and actions are the consequences of your supposed crimes. You can’t really breathe, but that is alright. Chrollo will help you every step of the way after all, as the dutiful owner he has come to be.

Perhaps a pet is all you will be.

He wants you to look up at him like some god, some deity that you worship with all your being. But you can’t, not yet, and Chrollo knows that. Perhaps some methods unknown to you but known to him can help, can’t it?

He hopes so for your sake, but what do you hope for, wish for? You don’t know, and maybe never will.

Venus Fly Trap. (Temptations of a Liar)

Chrollo is well aware of the diverse array of predatory flowers, each manifesting in its own unique way. Perhaps you too possess such characteristics, with your alluring fragrance and honeyed speech, deceiving him into a false sense of security before stripping it all away. However, there is one crucial detail you seem to have overlooked. What transpires when a venus fly trap ensnares a prey that surpasses its own size and devours its own kind and others, rather than the typical fly it ensnares?

Undoubtedly, they suffer. Yet it appears that this lesson has eluded you thus far, hasn't it?

You have displayed kindness, sweetness, and a willingness to comply, within certain limits. Undoubtedly, you possess some degree of skill, though not enough to deceive him, the enigmatic masked orchestrator of this theatrical production.

Therefore, it is without much remorse that he renders you motionless with delicate silk and persuasive words that possess the potential to sting, should you ever dare to push him too far.

However, deep down you are aware of the truth, just as he is aware too. If he doesn't take a firm stance, what other undesirable situations will you find yourself in? With a single hand, he flips open the book, while using the other to shush you.

“A shame,” He says, turning the pages. “A crying shame, really. The sky is so lovely tonight… Who knows when we will get this scenery again, hmm?”

You don’t know what he will do to you. 

…Does he?

→ Quotes.

Hello.

Greetings. It is truly an honor to meet you face to face like this at long last, [First]. There is no need to introduce yourself to me as I already know who you are. That, and… hmm. That, and I think you are not all there right now. Please, I recommend relaxing and listening to what I have to say. But just to make sure, try to speak to me… as expected.

Chat: Ballet.

All dancers must put themselves fully into whatever moves they do. I suppose that can be the same thing for you and me.

Chat: Athenaeum.

Libraries and archives are some of the places I enjoy going to the most. Maybe if you continue behaving, I’ll take you to one nearby.

Chat: Reimbursement. 

Quid pro quo, darling; I assume you know the best ways to compensate me for the broken locks?

When It Rains.

The rain is perfect for a day of staying inside. Though, hehe… you’ll be indoors no matter what, right? Good thing you have me as company today. …What do you mean? I leave sometimes, mainly to get you things might I add. I suggest being more grateful if you don’t want that koala plush to disappear.

After It Rains.

Sigh… the smell of morning dew and the sounds of birds chirping… simply marvelous. Let’s go dance on the balcony, but be sure not to get your new shoes wet and slip. I would hate to have to bring Machi again.

When Thunder Strikes.

Aw, are you going to cling to me so cutely whenever there is a storm? I wouldn’t mind that, I’ll even give you more blankets to hide in if you wish. …Wait, dearest, come back… sigh… of course she hid under the bed again.

When It Snows.

So cold out there, isn’t it? If you ask nicely, I’ll give you back your socks and slippers. Go on.

When the Sun Is Out.

Let’s go on a walk tonight when it’s not so hot out. The sunset’s beauty will only be second to your own.

Good Morning.

Good morning, love, I made coffee. Feel free to use one of the creamers I got you, and there is oat milk near them somewhere in the fridge… Hm? I have never really been a fan of sweet drinks, so black coffee tastes good to someone like me. 

Good Afternoon.

Sure, you can cook lunch. But allow me to cut the ingredients and heat sources. We know how you used them last time.

Good Evening.

It’s so quiet you can only hear the crickets chirping. It’s quite a romantic atmosphere, isn't it?

Good Night.

Ah ah ah. No bed for you yet. Give me a goodnight kiss first. No, you can’t sleep on the couch either. Or the floor. If you keep refusing, I’m going to ask you more questions than yesterday. …That’s better.

About Chrollo: Tattoos.

There is something comforting about them, I think. No matter what the person does to reject it, it will stay. The permanence of such an act should also be what you should be. Now, bite me again and you will sooner than later find yourself in a tattoo parlor. Am I understood?

About Chrollo: Lies.

Don’t say that, my love. I’m not lying to you, I’m just picking what parts of the truth to show and hide. There is no harm in that, I think. 

About Us: Home.

This place is much more human with you in it. Do with that as you wish.

About Us: Cull.

Life and death have a sort of agreement. A contract if you will. The more lives taken by your hands, the more your own life is put at risk. Quite poetic. Like everything else in life, there must be balance.

About Us: Matrimony.

Being bound by just a few words… The very idea is beautiful in my opinion. If you want, we can get married. It is not like anyone else is going to put that pretty ring finger of yours to good use, anyway.

About Us: Panoply.

Anything you want you shall receive. Just say the word. Unless it is already here, which is a possibility.

About You: Humanity.

The human psyche is truly fascinating, don’t you agree? All it takes is a few words or a few actions and it all comes crumbling down. Like you.

About You: Epiphany. 

Not a man, not ten men, not a hundred men can ever provide me with the same joy you give me. You’re special, you know? You make me feel… alive.

Something to Share.

“Be glad as children, as birds in the sky.” A quote from Fyodor Dostoevsky. But… birds are constantly migrating to better places, so really, are they grateful and glad for the gift of life?

Interesting Things.

I see you are doing experiments with pH again. Just be sure to not use all of the vinegar, please. And no, vinegar cannot melt a door, for the final time. 

About Nobunaga.

He thinks more with his heart than his head. But he means well for the Troupe. Or himself when he makes someone call to order takeout for him. 

About Feitan.

I learned a lot of torture methods from him. He truly is the best at what he does. As for social skills… not so much. But everyone has their ups and downs, and that is Fei’s.

About Machi.

One of the most loyal people I have ever met. Also one of the most in tune with their wants and needs. If she thinks of something to say, she’ll say it without a doubt. She is very transparent when it comes to that kind of thing.

About Hisoka.

Hisoka… he is very… out there, isn’t he? But he is valuable to me, so I give him free rein to do whatever he wishes.

About Phinks.

One of the physically strongest. Though also one of the only ones to ever get a laugh out of me. Shizuku once asked him why he did not have any eyebrows, and the way he stopped talking and stared at the ceiling caused us all to snicker. Feitan did earn a blow to the head by the end of it because Phinks does not hit women… He is much more gentlemanly than he appears.

About Shalnark.

When it comes to computers and such, Shalnark is the person to do it. He was the one to convince me to get a newer phone model and taught me how it worked. He kept chuckling as he did, and every question I had asked earned a wide smile in response but no actual answer. He says I am an… “old man at heart…?”

About Franklin.

He is not the most talkative one out there, but if ever comes to games to decide matters, he is the one for the job. Once, Uvogin betted fifty thousand Jenny if he ever beat me in chess. Franklin managed to almost win in the end, but he gave up at the last moment. He said he couldn’t bear to do that to me.

About Shizuku.

At long last, she at least remembers my name. She is quite charming in her own way… I see why Franklin took on a sort of caretaker role for her.

About Pakunoda.

Paku… Paku is one of the sweetest people I know. Whenever I didn’t feel well, she was the first one to come and help me feel better. She even fed me her rations, regardless of the tough times we were put through. I should ask her to make me soup again, I have missed the taste of it…

About Bonolenov.

When he trusts you enough, he has quite a humorous and proud side. He is very proud of his culture, and as someone who did not have one as a child, I find it very admirable.

About Uvogin.

I swear he could drink enough beer to kill a whale and still not be satisfied. The same goes for fights. Any challenge goes, whether that is an eating or video game contest.

About Kortopi.

His copying ability is quite useful, and Nobunaga wanted to give him a haircut using his sword. He declined of course, much to Nobunaga’s disappointment. …Hm? A copy of you? No, you are priceless, and nothing can ever compare, even a version of you that does everything I ask. There is a charm to your disobedience. That, and Kortopi cannot make living copies.

More About Chrollo: I.

Come. I got you some books for us to read together. But before you touch them, I must tell you that you can only read them while on my lap. Isn’t that such a great deal, dearest?

More About Chrollo: II.

“Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven…” Yes, I can see the parallels between this line and myself. Is that why you decided to show me this? …Oh, you just wanted an excuse to call me Lucifer again. Do what you wish, I suppose. But please put that book back on the shelf where it came from when you are done. You know I hate it when you mess up the categories. …Hm? Don’t do that, or I won’t get you any more mochi. …You know my threats aren’t empty, my dear.

More About Chrollo: III.

…Do you need something from me, dearest? No? …Why am I asking? So you just happen to be pressing your chest against my arm for no apparent reason? …I see. Well, if you want my attention so badly, who am I to refuse?

More About Chrollo: IV.

Yes, that note is from me. That gift is also from me. Open it, please. …You should try wearing that set next time. Your thighs will stand out better. You were the one that was asking last night, not me. Ah, you are feeling rather adventurous these past few weeks, aren’t you? …Looking for something? Is this it? You know, I’m disappointed in you, to put it frankly. I thought you were coming around. You know what happens now, don’t you?

More About Chrollo: V.

Time has certainly sped by, hasn’t it? Let me give you a word of advice. No matter what happens, always remember those who have gotten you to where you are now. As a result, your situation can prove to be much less isolating that way. …Yes, that includes me. For when you are alone, my dear, your mind always finds a way to eat you whole.

Chrollo’s Hobbies.

Leading an orchestra and executing a grand theft operation share fundamental principles. It is imperative to maintain a commanding presence, ensuring that others adhere to your lead. Collaboration becomes the pivotal factor in achieving triumph during such endeavors.

Chrollo’s Troubles.

I find it perplexing how some individuals effortlessly navigate life with a serene demeanor, rooted in their unwavering sense of self. Maybe it stems from a twinge of envy, or perhaps there's another elusive element at play. But being envious is part of being human, is it not?

Favorite Food: Black Squid Ink Carbonara.

It is briny, and salty, like the sea. Quite refreshing as well, especially paired with homemade pasta. Only the best quality is allowed. …I am not being too picky. Do you know how many children in Meteor City have grown up never eating from a fast food place, much less a local restaurant? I simply am greedy because I can now. I couldn’t before, and that is why I do so as an adult.

Favorite Food: Opulence. 

As an adult, my current ability to indulge in greed is a newfound privilege that I couldn't have experienced previously. Hence, I find it impossible to resist the temptation of adding an extra serving of truffle or caviar to my plate.

Least Favorite Food: Canned Cabbage.

One of the very few foods I refused to eat unless absolutely necessary was canned cabbage. It was slimy and always came in watery vinegar with mostly moldy parts… I was desperate, but not desperate enough to eat that. Machi, Nobunaga, and Phinks all agreed. Feitan didn’t, much to everyone’s annoyance.

Least Favorite Food: Waste.

Paku, Machi, and Feitan had a sort of pact that they forced on the rest of us to never throw away things that were still edible. According to Shalnark and Uvogin, moldy food is still edible. Phinks and I disagreed but… we got outvoted. 

Receiving a Gift: I.

Indulging in scrumptious meals truly possesses the power to alleviate all worries. So, how can I express my gratitude?

Receiving a Gift: II.

Oh? Thank you, dearest. …For your own good, you better not have put salt instead of sugar this time.

Receiving a Gift: III.

Ah... considering you seem to have a moment to spare, would you be interested in sitting down and enjoying a shared reading session? The choice of material is entirely up to you, of course.

Chrollo’s Birthday.

You are such a prize, you know? You’re in an outfit worth its weight in gold, actually, now that I think about it, diamonds. Autumn has set in, the weather gets colder, and the food gets warmer. Perfect time for spending quality time with someone, wouldn’t you say so? Please, allow me to do this with you, [First]. I have never really cared for this day if I am being honest, but… now that you are here, I feel like new opportunities are around every corner.

Birthday.

Happy birthday, [First]. Within reason, I would like to treat you to whatever your heart desires. Food, art, wine; anything, just tell me, alright? I will see to it. …Heh. I’m afraid a fall from this penthouse will not be enough to kill me. …No, I am not going to put it to the test, since I am certain about it. Please think of something else. The world is your oyster, dearest. But… remember that I can always close it before you can get to the pearl.

Feelings About You: Ethereal.

This feeling… I haven’t felt something like this since… Hmm? Am I? Quite the observation.

Feelings About You: Euphonious. 

…I miss your voice, you know. I always like it when you get caught up in a topic that interests you, no matter what it is. …But last time I took the gag off and took you out, you behaved quite terribly… Here, I’ll tell you what. I’ll take the gag off, and I’ll get you something related to your interests, and then we can talk about it. Does that sound good to you?

Feelings About You: Eternity.

We shall be together forever, bonded at the hip if we must be. I promise you. Do not worry about the details. It does not matter if you like it or not, because I will take care of whatever obstacles get in our way. Whether that obstacle is you or any… outsiders.

Feelings About You: Elision.

Do know that I do mean it when I say that I do want to make you happy. Yes, our relationship is less than ideal, but in the end, just know my feelings for you are indeed sincere. …I’m not exactly willing to take criticism, but I could try, perhaps. If you like to do so, I am willing to compromise, though.

→ Conclusion.

You never hear Chrollo in his movements, but you do in his actions when he wants you to.

He puts far more effort into the little things, the details than outright saying his feelings for you, or just telling you his threats. That mysterious gift that appeared on your bed while you were away at work, that just so happens to contain some of your favorite sweets? 

The bouquet on your kitchen table that was placed while you were asleep? The box of dozens if not at least a hundred pictures of you by your mailbox when you tried to file a police report? 

Chrollo is patient to a fault. You will never know what is happening, at its fullest, until it is far too late.

You can put as much blame on yourself as you want, and hate yourself as much as you want, for not realizing how dangerous this entire situation is. But this position under Chrollo’s thumb is so much more horrifying than you could ever imagine, so do not blame yourself for not noticing everything at once.

That is not to say Chrollo won’t try to degrade you into thinking this is all your fault.

Your walls will be as good as broken and crumbled down sooner than you think.

#aya analyses #yandere hxh #yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere hunter x hunter x reader #yandere hxh x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #hxh x reader #yandere chrollo lucilfer x reader #hxh smut #hunter x hunter x reader

[crusty-chronicles]

Hi hi!

Can I request a kurapika x reader (headcanons, or you can do a oneshot if it's too difficult.)?

Where the reader also had an immense hatred for the phantom troupe for something they did to reader?

Kurapika also finds them enjoyable to be around because reader is just such a chill person?

(Also this is random but can the personality for the reader be super shy to everyone they meet and they just draws whenever they can? Because that's just my personality.)

Kurapika with a Phantom Troupe Hating S/O

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He first noticed you during the first phase of the hunter exam

You were just another contestant to him at the time

Just another stranger.

And it would have stayed like that had you not stopped during Leorio's crisis

Staying put as he contemplated quitting. Only to say something that Kurapika couldn't quite hear.

But whatever it was, it had Leorio jumping up with new vigor and running once again.

Words he would later learn were, "You're friends are waiting for you, ya know? So don't give up just yet."

The next time Kurapika notices you is during the third phase. Where a group of five was needed to advance.

And by chance, you just so happened to be the fifth member.

He immediately noticed your skittish behavior upon seeing them.

Back to the wall with eyes the size of dinner plates.

A quiet 'Hi' escaping you as the cogs turned in your head.

But you didn't have to think for long as the instructions for the third phase were explained.

With the assurance that you wouldn't have to fight anyone, you relaxed.

You didn't talk much, at least not to him

Usually giving one worded responses if you had to.

Despite this, your actions didn't come off as malicious. But rather nervous.

Like you were unsure of yourself.

However, with constant prodding from Gon and Killua, you opened up a bit.

Adding some insight whenever a choice had to be made

For some reason he couldn't place, Kurapika wanted to hear a little more of your voice.

To have you talk without you feeling strained

He would get his wish during the next challenge of this phase.

The prisoner with a spider tattoo.

Seeing him had caused enough rage within Kurapika to activate his scarlet eyes.

So much anger.

So much hatred that he couldn't focus on anything else.

Unaware of you fuming from the sidelines.

Your first clenched so tightly, there were imprints of your nails.

Leorio was the one to bring it up after you were forced to give up 50 hours.

"I thought Kurapika hated the Phantom Troupe, but you were absolutely pissed at that inmate! You wouldn't happen to be a Kurta would you?"

You looked up from the sketchbook you were doodling in with a frown.

"No. I just can't stand that gang of brutes."

Your voice came out harsh, your pencil strokes getting faster.

But that answer wasn't satisfactory for the blonde sitting next to you.

If you knew something about the Spiders, he wanted to know. He needed to know.

"What business do you have with the phantom troupe?" His tone dangerously dark.

But instead of answering him, you slid over the piece you were working on.

To his and Leorio's shock, bloodied scenes filled the pages.

"The leader stole my brother's nen ability and practiced it on him. Over and over again." Until there was nothing left.

But you didn't want to get into specifics right now. If you did, you most likely wouldn't be able to finish the exam.

"Drawing helps. A way for me to remember so that I never forget what they did to him. I need to become a hunter so I'll have a better shot of finding them."

It was the most you've ever spoken, and when you looked up, you were met with sympathetic and understanding gazes.

You were a lot less quiet after that.

A lot more friendlier too.

And while Kurapika had someone to relate to, he just couldn't stand the thought of you being the one to cause the spiders' demise.

He understood your rage, but his own would never be satisfied unless he took down the Phantom with his own hands.

So as a friendly warning, he told you so himself.

"As you're aware, the Troupe murdered my entire clan. And I can never forgive them for that, just as you can never forgive them for taking your brother from you. But it's me who's going to bring them to justice. I will not allow someone else to be their downfall. No matter if we're friends."

And instead of you arguing with him, instead of you fighting, instead of either of you lashing out....

You spoke in that soft tone of yours.

"I want to kill him. All of them, but I can be content just knowing they'll suffer. If you want to go after them, I won't interfere. But I'd like to help."

Relief immediately flowed through him.

You weren't upset.

You weren't going to push back.

You were still friends.

"Then let's stick together after the exam. Your presence is enjoyable."

The beginning of a partnership built on loss

Of relying on each other because no one else understood.

Trying to complete the ultimate goal of finishing the Spiders while justifying the closeness between each other

But neither of you pushing for more.

Destroying the Phantom Troupe came first after all.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x y/n #hxh x reader #hxh x y/n #kurapika x reader #hxh kurapika #kurapika kurta

[xciiii]

CHAINED SPIDER : CAGED!

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【⠀✩⠀】 𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 ! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

【⠀✩⠀】 warnings : dddne, dub-con-ish...?, bdsm (chains), no orgasm (for reader), sex on dirt, piv, dead body (uvo, not descriptive), mean-ish kurapika, i forgot how kurapika's nen works uhm, little smut (ig) short n not proofread, and overall might be triggering.

【⠀✩⠀】 this layout is lowkey sooo pretty! kurapika is acc so fine but chrollo is better, sorry.

"hm..? is this really what you did to uvogin? pathetic."

you, a phantom troupe member chuckled in anger. what a puny guy, how'd he kill one of your beloved friends anyway? that chain user faced you, his eyes being covered by his face but they were glowing a light red. oh shit ⎻⎻ he's a kurta clan member? you guys hunted them down awhile back for the boss, he was intrigued by their beautiful scarlet eyes.

such tough people who knew nothing about nen.

"oh shut up! you spiders absolutely disgust me! how do you have no heart?!?" the blonde man shouted at you, fully staring at you with his widened and blood-red eyes. for the first time during your fight ⎻⎻ other than when you realized he tied you up with his disgusting chains ⎻⎻ your eyes contorted to shock. he raised his hand to face you and clenched them hard, making the already tight chains impossibly tighter.

how much strength does this shithead have? you squirmed like a worm to try and wiggle yourself out, which didn't exactly work out because you know... your body was dry as well as the chains.

it was utterly horrifying how he bore his eyes into yours, he looked like he wanted to gouge out your eyes like how you gouged out his clan's eyes. your blood ran cold when you felt your chest being punctured by a sharp object, you could feel your heart pulsing and beating. "do as i say, without any objections and your life will be spared." fuck ⎻⎻ what was this guy going to do to you?

it wasn't like you could move anyway so it wasn't like you could disobey him. that was a relief because you could feel yourself losing it, being denied your sweet orgasm by the man ⎻⎻ which you found out was kurapika.

you just wished you didn't take the mission to kill the chain-user.

it was gross, sex on the floor, the dirt? that's completely against your moral code at this point, but hey, you didn't want to die, did you? no, no you didn't. you were numb at this point, feeling nothing other than you being thrusted back and forth. but even so, you felt yourself so... full so... warm. it was like you were addicted to the way you felt nothing but also felt something.

this feeling alone was amazing!

his grunts and your moans flooded the valley. it was so loud that you wanted to shut your ears closed but it wasn't like you could... haha... "you won't be getting a release cause you don't deserve it, but what you do deserve is to be set free. for now, at least."

you could feel his movements speed up and you could feel your insides rearranging with a numb feeling. his cock was hitting your gummy insides so deep ⎻⎻ you've never felt this when you were fucking yourself. you were so close, maybe if you just came without telling him, he wouldn't notice?

shit ⎻⎻ he has that thing on your beating heart and you'd die! no way would you want to die right now. "'m close..." you whispered out, just enough for him to hear you and immediately stopped.

he pulled out, you waited a few seconds and felt a warm substance land on your back. oh ⎻⎻ he came on you. you could feel him stand up and feel the relief of the tension on your whole body just poofing.

you sat on your knees and faced his direction, he was already fully clothed. "what are you gonna do with me now?" you asked him, your voice cracked and broken. he looked at you, threw your clothes in your face, and ordered you to stand up.

"i've removed my last condition and replaced it with a new one, do not tell a living soul we did this." he looked dead into your eyes while saying that, and then he walked away from your vision.

you walked through the big valley to take your mind off of what the fuck just happened. then you stumbled upon a big lump of dirt (is it dirt or sand..?) which you decided to dip up. it was a decomposing body that looked like to be your former comrade ⎻⎻ uvogin ⎻⎻ the one you were supposed to be avenging but instead got fucked by his killer.

"sorry, uvo." you sighed and kicked the dirt back into the pit.

you stretched "jeez. he didn't have to do that, i just got a facial." rubbing the extra dirt that got onto your face.

"what happened to you?" chrollo asked, with all the other troupe members staring down at you. all you could do was smile and walk off to the corner.

#hxh #hxh x reader #hxh smut #kurapika #kurapika x reader #hxh chrollo

[after-witch]

Primrose [Yandere Chrollo x Reader]

Title: Primrose [Yandere Chrollo x Reader]

Synopsis: Chrollo turns your tongue into a flower. 

Inspired by a quote from Gretel and Hansel (2020): “Say that again and I will turn your tongue into a flower, to remind you how pretty and dumb and temporary you’ve chosen to be.”

Word Count: 2028

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, body transformation

Chrollo misses the sound of your voice. Oh, it’s only been three days since you last spoke; still, the apartment is simply too static and boring without your lovely tones joining in the conversation. Although too often, the “conversation” was you throwing wicked barbs at him, your situation, or even yourself.

A pity, because you could be a beautiful conversationalist when you lost yourself in a topic you were invested in. It was a true delight when he was able to guide you into forgetting your agitation at your situation with him just long enough to wind yourself up into talking.

For the past few days, however, you’ve refused to open your mouth for anything but a straw--to drink water, to drink smoothies, to drink nutritional shakes. It’s all you can bear to consume ever since he turned your tongue into a flower.

What kind of flower? It’s something he’s been wondering. The nen he used gave him no control over what flower, and he can admit to himself that he was curious to see what might blossom inside of your mouth once the words were spoken.

His curiosity was met with your utter horror, dismay, and now intense stubbornness. You won’t talk.  Certainly, your voice would sound different without your tongue to guide each word. Would you even be able to enunciate? Or would the words crumble around the fragrant petals that now sit in place of your tongue? Even more, what would it be like to kiss you, with such a flower in your mouth?

He intends to find out the answer to these questions before he turns your tongue back. You are stubborn, it’s true, but he knows that he’ll get his way in the end. He always does, especially in regards to you. Though it can be cute to see you fight him, it’s just as important to remind you of your place in all this--and his place, too.

Presently, you’re curled up on your side of the bed, arms crossed around your chest, staring out the closed window. Dried tears stain your cheeks.

Probably the same ones from this afternoon, when you broke down sobbing after drinking the nutritional shake Chrollo placed in front of you. He talked and talked all throughout the meal, trying to get you to answer him with what he believed were perfectly polite questions inquiring after your health; wondering, for instance, if you wanted him to take a look at  your tongue to make sure there was no bruising. Petals bruise so easily, after all.

Your tears fell and fell then, and he wondered if your emotional outburst would at least make you try to yell at him, to remind him of everything he’s taken from you. All the things he’s heard cross your soft lips so many times before. Yet you remained stubborn.

And now, as you have been for the past few days, you’re still clinging to your sorrow and self-pity in a bid to deprive him of something he truly desires to hear.

Well.

He did warn you what he would do, if you spoke like that again. There’s no remorse to be had in his heart for your pouting expression or the tears tracking down your cheeks or the soft sniffles through your nose that continue even now. There’s only curiosity and interest and yes, a little annoyance that you’ve lasted so long.

It’s no matter. Chrollo is an expert at getting what he wants--whether what he wants is someone else’s nen or a museum’s worth of treasures or you, in his possession. A priceless treasure that, for once, he will never let go.

Perhaps songbird is a more fitting title, for now he wants to hear you sing.

You’re not paying much attention. All you do is stiffen slightly when he crawls on the bed. It takes no effort on his part to grip your shoulder and push it down; he’s rewarded immediately with a gasp as he crawls over you, placing his knees on either side of your body. Swiftly, his wrists grip your own and keep you in place, pinning you to the bed.

Your startled gasp is his first real glimpse of the magic inside your mouth, brief pops of color when you’ve sipped at your meals notwithstanding. The flower inside is the loveliest shade of purple, light and vibrant, with several layers of petals. A rose, perhaps, or something like it. It’s very flattering on you, he must admit.

You must see him looking inside your panting mouth, and your lips snap shut. But how can he resist going further, when he’s had a taste of what he wants?

“You’ve held out long enough,” he says, voice low, almost kind. “It’s quite admirable, my dear. But we both know that I’m going to get what I want in the end.”  

Your lips curl down into a hateful frown, and your breath comes shallow through your nose. He can practically imagine what you would be saying to him now, if your mouth wasn’t filled with a flower.

“We both know that I can make you speak, one way or another.” He leans in closer, and you turn your head away. He can feel the pitiful movement of your arms straining against his grip. It’s rather cute, especially combined with the scrunched up expression of distaste on your face.

“I could threaten you… or threaten your loved ones. If you’re inclined to view your own life as disposable, surely you won’t extend that attitude towards your friends and family.” At this, you jerk your head towards him, and he sees the telltale signs of tears welling in your eyes. It’s quite the sight.

“But I needn’t go that far.” He brings one of his hands down to your cheek, and you let your freed arm slowly crawl down to your side. You don’t bother trying to push him away, and he has half a mind to praise you for it. Instead, he strokes your cheek, wiping away a thin tear with an elegant gesture.

“Not when there are more enjoyable ways to make you open that beautiful mouth of yours.” His voice is practically a purr, and your body shivers underneath him.

He leans down towards your neck and runs his tongue up the length of it, tasting the salt of your skin, feeling the wild beat of your pulse.

He bites down. Hard.

You cry out, and the sound is warbled. Muffled, but not like it would be by a gag. It sounds like you have something soft and cottony in your mouth--which you do, in a way--and can’t quite form the right sounds.

His murmur of approval is triumphant, but all is not complete. Not yet. He presses his lips softly along the curve of your jaw and takes a deep, sensual sniff of your half-open mouth. The smell is delicate; a cool earthy smell, slightly spicy, with a sweetness that is somewhat akin to citrus. Intoxicating.

He smiles against your skin.

“What a beautiful fragrance, my dear. If only your words smelled as sweet as this all the time.”

He glances up to see the humiliated, hurt expression in your eyes and truly, you’ve never looked more beautiful.

But how do you taste?

You’re too frazzled, too thoroughly pinned and helpless underneath him, to offer much resistance when he presses a first chaste kiss to your half-open mouth, and then a second. But he can’t resist for long, despite how much he might pride himself on his patience in ordinary circumstances. It’s not like you’re in any position to call him out on such childish impatience, anyway.

His tongue slips inside your mouth and ah--ah. It’s the oddest sensation, and he wonders how it must feel for you. From the way you utter a low, helpless sound against his mouth--from the fresh tears he can feel trickling on his hands as they grasp your chin, you’re certainly not enjoying it as much as he is.

The petals inside are delicate and slightly bitter as his tongue swirls around them, interrupting the natural layers of petals with fervor. Will they bruise? Will they grow back, if he ruins them? There’s so much to consider, though you’re privy to nothing but the insistent hunger of his mouth and the way he refuses to give you an inch to budge away from him.

Your body jerks and shakes with little huffs as you cry against his mouth. He finally pulls away from this floral kiss only to give you the opportunity to speak. Perhaps it will end the game, or perhaps he’ll get a taste for the way you sound and smell and taste and keep you like this a while longer.

“Stop it, no more,” you say. Or try to say. Ripples of pleasure curl in his stomach as he gets yet another answer to his queries. You can talk, yes, but the sound is not quite what it should be. Without your tongue, and with the flower nestled so prettily in your mouth, the words almost slur together.

Even you seem surprised at the way your words refuse to come out right. Chrollo had assumed you tried to talk in some private moment, perhaps in the bathroom or when he stepped out to pick up the grocery delivery. But maybe you were too afraid to find out what sound would come out to try.

His finger trails along your chin, interrupting the ugly tears making their way down your sweet crying face.

“Call out my name, love.” You stiffen. “Call out my name and I’ll consider turning it back tonight rather than in a week.”

“A week?”

He can’t help the smile that grows when you speak again, nor can he resist shushing you as you take in his pleased expression and curl your mouth down, a renewed expression of embarrassed sorrow on your face.

“Of course, if you’d like to stay this way for a few more days, I won’t object.” He presses another soft kiss to your lips, taking in the sweet, earthy smell of the flower kept just behind them. “There are so many more things I want to find out about this new appendage of yours…”

A thousand thoughts flash behind your eyes in just a few moments. “What would Chrollo want to find out?” is what shows so clearly on your expression, and the answers that come to your mind are likely nothing quite so nice. You would be right, truth be told, Chrollo muses to himself. For instance, what would your mouth feel like if he were to put it some other use? What sounds might you make if he touched you, pinched you, tickled you, had you screaming his name for all the world to hear?

Perhaps you see the wheels in his mind turning and know that you must act fast, before he rescinds his offer completely.

Because then he sees your mouth open ever so slightly, lips trembling, salty tears collecting on the edges of your lips. Your eyes crinkle and you flick your gaze around, until finally settling on meeting his, accepting the eye contact he always demands from you.

And then you say his name… or what amounts to his name with your purple flower of a tongue.

“Chrollo,” you murmur. “Chrollo.” The L-sounds barely register, and it’s endearing, the way you try to say it twice, thinking that you might be able to get it right the second time. It’s even more endearing you to watch you sniffle through it. Poor thing, poor, poor thing.

He coos, and he can tell you hate it, but you’ll just have to take his approximation of pity regardless of what you feel, won’t you? Your tears are wiped away with thoroughness and he presses a kiss to your lips, to your cheeks, and finally to your forehead.

“We have a few more hours to enjoy that lovely mouth of yours. I suspect you’ll watch your words more carefully from now on, but if not, we can always see if the next flower to bloom in your mouth will be poisonous.”

#yandere chrollo #chrollo x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere #afterwitch writes #posting early!

[tokiro07]

I think one of my favorite things about Undead Unluck is how thoroughly it integrates its cast and its power system

There is literally no way that one can exist without the other, as the powers that everyone has are simultaneously the driving force of their character development and the benchmark of said development

Every Negator's life is defined by how their ability brought them tragedy, either in a single horrible event, an ongoing insecurity in their day-to-day life, or a mixture of the two. Their abilities are their origin and the source of their pain, but struggling against or embracing that pain allows each of them to grow and evolve their abilities into something new by a change in perspective and experience

Fuuko's Unluck killed her parents (and hundreds of strangers), which led to a life of isolation and longing, both of which shaped her eventual interactions with Andy and the rest of the cast, and it was her ability to analyze and accept what Unluck really means to her that she was able to make it a part of her identity and use it to her advantage. Fuuko as we know her would not exist without Unluck, and Unluck as it exists would not exist without Fuuko, as it would look entirely different in the hands of another character

I feel like I must have seen it elsewhere, but I can't think of any other manga that so perfectly joins those two concepts

Even One Piece doesn't really marry its power system to its characters very much. Yeah, Luffy's Gum-Gum Fruit is iconic and gives him a lot of his charm, but Luffy as a character would not be fundamentally changed if he didn't have it. It fits him thematically because, like his personality, the Gum-Gum Fruit allows him to act freely and bounce back from any bad situation, but his Fruit does not inform his characterization, it merely reflects it. Someone else using it would likely have different results because of their personality, but probably not too drastically. Haki is similar; Luffy has Conqueror's Haki because he has the personality to use it, not the other way around, and this sort of thing is consistent across the series. Characters' abilities are reflections of who they are, but no one became who they are because of their abilities. If you took out Devil Fruits and Haki, I think you'd still end up with mostly the same story just with less interesting fights

Hunter x Hunter, which has likely the most robust and well-defined power system in any shonen manga (if not all of manga), does something very similar, as Nen abilities are created almost exclusively by the user. Whereas Devil Fruit often happen to carry symbolic weight for the characters, Nen abilities reflect their users because they illustrate the user's intentions, priorities, convictions, and imagination. Kurapika's chains give him a lot of versatility, giving him a useful weapon in essentially all situations while carrying a ton of risks to reflect how little his own life actually means to him; his quest for revenge is extremely self-destructive, but damn if he hasn't put a lot of thought into it. However, if you took Nen out of the equation, you'd still be able to illustrate Kurapika's ingenuity and drive solely through his actions, which Togashi managed to do just fine in the several arcs that took place prior to the official introduction of Nen

On the flip side, something like Jojo has surprisingly light characterization unless you're really looking for it. Thanks to Araki's very strange way of conveying dialogue and exposition, with everyone having the capacity to say a completely deranged non-sequitur and explain esoteric scientific or pseudo-scientific trivia, it's not always easy to get a firm handle on everyone's personalities. However, Stands are a manifestation of the inner spirit of their user, so you can use a Stand's ability to analyze and come to understand the characters themselves. At a glance this seems to do the same thing as DFs and Nen, but to me the Stands themselves are used to better understand the characters, whereas HxH uses the characters to develop and understand the power system

Again, it's not like you could take out Stands or Nen or Devil Fruit, but nothing that occurs within technically requires those systems be in place as they are. Any power system could have technically worked, like Luffy could have used Nen or a Stand to rubberize his body or Jotaro could have gotten a DF that lets him stop time. They would require a lot of changes to fit with the overall design of their respective stories, but the cast wouldn't really be that different

Luffy fights DF- and Haki-users to change the systems they represent, but defeating them will not affect his ability to use his DF. In UU, defeating God will (presumably) remove the Rules altogether; defeating the source both clears the Negators of the "curses" that have plagued them for so long while also forcefully changing the systems of the world as a whole. It's two birds with one stone, and serves as a great example of narrative utility

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime #analysis #my analyses

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hello! Hope you’re doing well today!

I saw that your inbox was partially open, so I would like to please request what would Chrollo do if his s/o challenged him to a fight out of anger?

His s/o is usually chaotic, hot tempered, and Chrollo said something to piss them off and now they want all the smoke from Chrollo.

Headcanons please!

Hi, this is interesting! Idk if this is what you were looking for, but here's my take on the request, hope you enjoy!

Chrollo reacts to his s/o challenging him to a fight

First of all, he understands that he accidentally pushed you over the edge. Or maybe he did this on purpose, just to see what you would do. Either way, he remains calm

He's seen you get upset and raise your voice. You tend to swear a bit more when you're like this too, and at the moment the insults are all pointing at him. How fun

The moment however you challenge him to a fight, he might be a bit surprised. You, sure, called him a few bad things but he never thought you would challenge him. Other troupe members weren't as willing to do that either, so you were a first (other than Hisoka of course)

He might laugh a bit, saying he's sorry for making you upset and will ask you if this is really what you want. If you continue to push him to fighting you, he might indulge you in it. However, don't expect to come out without a scratch

Chrollo might make it a bit lighter on you, mainly because he doesn't want to actually hurt you. However, he doesn't want you to get the idea of challenging him again to a fight, especially one involving nen. He would much rather talk things out than do something like this anyways

He'll let you get the first shot. However, when you charge at him and try to kick him in the face, he'll block you, somehow turn you around by push your leg aside and grab you so you can't move.

One arm is behind your back and the other is held down. You're essentially trapped. Chrollo compliments your abilities but warns you against fighting. "You know we can talk things out," he says, you can't really tell if the smile he has on his lips are genuine with how his eyes seem to scrutinize you

He will tell you that you need to calm down before coming to conclusions or else you could end up dead. You won't know if this applies to you and him, but nonetheless he tells you this

Take this moment as a lesson: don't fight Chrollo. Sure, he's your s/o too and because of that he'll be there for you and support you, but he's still a terrifying, skilled nen user

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh scenarios #hxh imagines #hxh headcanons #hxh x reader #chrollo #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer #gn!reader #anon ask

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Chapter 10

H X H ( ILLUMI ZOLDYCK)

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WC: 2708

TW: none

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Chapter 9

Over the years both of the assassins had gone and completed many missions, each making a name for themselves. Without realizing it, both Illumi and Noa had been competing for the top spot for best assassin. As well as they were both going and preparing for the hunters exam. 

Illumi needed the hunter’s license to help him when it came to gathering information. Noa just needed the license to have under her belt, nothing of much interest to her. The both had begun their journey. 

Noa had arrived first, making her applicant 47. When Noa walked in she examined all of the present applicants. The only person that caught her eye was a clown/ magician who sat and shuffled his cards. Noa was very intrigued and stared at him with complete focus, watching as he shuffled each card so quickly without a mistake. Well that was until a small card flew out of the desk but was pulled back. Surprised she uses gyo to see if there was anything , and to her surprise she notices something like gum attached to his cards..

Noa’s intense stare didn’t go unnoticed by applicant 44, in fact he enjoyed this attention. Oh how he loved being admired. He stopped his shuffling to glance up with his gold amber eyes, once he saw her eye to eye he was impressed by her unwithering stare. Noa wasn’t bothered at all, for she thrived at such tension. To be polite, like the magician he his, he passes Noa a smile, in which Noa returns one back. Always keep your friends close and your enemies closer,  though she wasn’t all too sure where to place this magician. 

Without much thought Noa walks towards a wall that has a high ledge and jumps up to sit at the very top, this provides Noa with a view of all her competitions and those who will enter. Noa always knew it was better to get a bird’s eye view, always easier to see planned attacks. 

One after another contestants fill the room, until a small white haired boy with his little skateboard comes in. This alone was the start of a moment she wished to avoid. 

Noa (pov) 

Is that Killua? No, it couldn’t be. How could he be here, he was never allowed outside of his estate grounds unless it was for practice for missions or with a butler.. Unless, Illumi is here.. I look around to try to find him, but nothing. Illumi not with killua? Something must be wrong.. I jumps off the ledge and walk towards killua, hoping that i would catch him off guard.

“ Well if it isn’t Killua.” I shuffle his hair from behind him, startling Killua in the process..

“ N-Noa?”

“ Don’t look so scared Kil, it’s just me.” I move to stand in front of him and laugh. 

Killua takes a step back from me and takes an attack stance ready to fight me if I attack. “ Killua, you can relax, I do not wish to fight you, nor will I plan on it.” Killua looks at me with his intense stare contemplating if i meant my words, to which he decides that i am and relaxes. 

Pft, to think he thought he could beat me in a fight.. poor boy doesn’t even know how to use nen, let alone fight me.

“ What are you doing here?” Killua asks as he avoids eye contact with me. 

“ Well no particular reason, I just thought I could do it and just have the license under my belt. How about you Killua, I’m surprised you’re here, is someone with you?” 

“ No, I'm here alone, I wanted to see how hard this hunter's exam was.”

“ Hmm. I’m surprised your parents let you go alone, thus, i'm under the impression that you went against them. or better, on a mission”

 “ Maybe.”

I laugh and begin walking back to my original spot, i notice that Killua doesn’t follow, so I stop to turn back and move my head in a way that says “ let’s go.” He begins following me but we are stopped by another applicant, number 16.  He greets us and introduces himself to us, and tells us that he can tell that we are rookies and new to the whole exam. I gave a side look to killua and see that he too was already looking at me. 

“ Here let's toast to friendship!” Tonpa extends two cans of what looks like soda. I grab both the cans and open them before giving one to killua. The moment I open it I can tell something was added to it.. Hmm friendship you say.. 

Killua and I take a sip of our drinks and look at one another, I laugh to which he too laughs. Ha, he could tell it was messed with too. We finished our drinks and bid our goodbyes acting like we were buddy buddies with him.  I climb back up to my little ledge and make myself comfortable, with killua following my moves. 

“ So much for friendship, he tried poisoning us already.” 

“ Yeah, what an idiot! If only he knew we were trained assassins” Killua laughs and folds his arms behind his head and closes his eyes. We stayed quiet and just let the chattering in the air occupy our thoughts, well that was until Killua asks me a question. 

“ Noa, why did you stop visiting us?”

“ Well I had a lot of missions, nothing personal towards you, in fact you’re my favorite Zoldyck.”

“ Well that’s a lie, your favorite zoldyck is Illumi. Hey, actually was it because of big brother that you stopped coming?”

“ Hm sure you can say illumi was once a favorite to me, but don’t worry i can promise you that you’re my favorite. As for illumi being a reason, I will neither confirm nor deny.”

“ So that’s gotta be a yes!”

“ I take it you won’t accept any other answer.”

“Only if you can give me a convincing answer.” He turns to give me a small side smirk with side eyes. I shake off his comment and give a small chuckle and continue to look at all the applicants walk in. 

I keep a mental note of who I must keep an eye on, and to be honest none look like they’ll be any trouble. Well that’s until an applicant walks in.. he’s handed the badge number 301.. With every step he takes he rattles and shakes.. Much like he’s got the jitters or chills. Wait a minute.. What is he wearing… I’m no snitch but someone needs to call the fashion police. Has no one told him how terrible that outfit looks? He walks towards the magician, and begins talking with him from what I can see. Hmm, it looks like they know one another. And on that note, why do they both have a smaller waist than I do?  

“ That pink haired guy looks kinda creepy.” Killua comments.

“ Hm.. Him? Oh not at all, his little partner on the other hand, terrible fashion choice.”

“ his outfit, more like his hair and what is up with his face?”

“ Don’t be rude killua!”

“ You’re one to talk, you just made fun of his outfit!” Killua yells. 

We both bicker back and forth each defending our own opinion, that is until the pink haired man points in our direction. That is when we both stop to look at the two figures in the distance…

“ Wait, do you know them?” Killua asks me.

“ No.. not that i know of.”

“ well they sure know you..”

I stare back until they both look away. I jump off the ledge and dust myself off, to which Killua follows as well. I turn to look at the young boy, “ Well I'm going to walk around and see if I can learn anything.. You should do the same.” 

Killua nods and bids me a goodbye without a second word. “ Killua.” I call before he gets too far from me, he turns to look at me with his cat-like eyes. 

“ I wish you the best, just know i have no intention as i mentioned before to hurt you, that being said if you need anything just find me if you can, I’ll always be near. ” 

“ I can handle myself.”

“ I wouldn’t doubt it, but very well, I will see you around.”

I walk away and shuffle my way through the crowd, I try my best to avoid any contact with anyone, just so I can avoid any trouble.. That was until some idiot bumps into me, I guess I’ll be nice and apologize. 

“ oh I’m sorry!” 

The man stops and laughs, “ yes, you should be.” 

Excuse me? I’ll show you who should be sorry, “ My apologies, what did you say?” I stand with both hands interlocked in front of me with my head hanging low, to look like I'm submitting to him and really apologizing to him.

“ Can’t even hear me, it would be better for you to drop from the exam before it starts.” He chuckles and turns to face me.

Without a second thought I walk past him and gasps can be heard all around me. I’m guessing no one thought I’d do anything.. Never judge a book by its cover, “ Looks like you’re dropping first, quite literally.” I smile as I hold his heart in my hand and watch him fall to the floor. I look back at the heart in my hands and dig my fingers into the organ and rip it apart. Causing whatever blood was left in the organ to splatter around. Out of reflex I dropped the heart and caught whatever it was being thrown at me. In between my fingers I could tell it’s a card, I brought the card in front of me to see what card I held. Looks like I have the queen of hearts, how ironic. Already knowing who it belongs to, I face the magician and do his little card trick, by making the card disappear. 

“ Now you see it, and now you don’t.” I smile towards the magician, to which he applauds me. 

“My my.. It looks like I have a competition.” 

I  walk towards him and notice his little friend stands next to him, “Competition? Well I suppose you decided we are opponents rather than allies. Fine by me, not that I see you as any competition, I would waste my time in a fight with you.” 

“ A waste of time, you wound me with your words.” he dramatically throws his hand over his heart. 

“ Well while you're wounded, I assume you wouldn’t mind if I took your cards.” I then hold his deck of cards in my hands. He looks at me taken back by my actions but doesn’t question it. But waves me off. I begin shuffling the cards myself, this is when I notice that his cards bend like regular cards, but sharper than a dagger in the corners. 

“ So delicate flower, what is your name?”

“ Noa, Noa Lucafist.”

“ Hisoka , and this here is Gittarackur.”

“ Lovely to meet you, Hisoka and Gittarackur.”

After the introductions, we begin discussing what we are to expect in the exam. This is when i find out that Hisoka had done this before but was eliminated for such careless acts. But I couldn’t help but notice that Gittarackur kept his solid gaze on me, not once looking away. His stare alone felt familiar, intense.. Cold, yet comforting… I turn to look at him but he turns away, okay? 

Just when I’m about to ask him if there’s something wrong, an announcement that the hunter exam is about to start.. This is when we all learn that we must follow the examiner. 

The three of us all begin to start running to catch up with the examiner. I don't worry too much since I’ve ran countless miles for hours before. The key is to take longer strides and level your heart rate. I notice that Killua passes me with his little skateboard, letting the small breeze blow through his hair as he just relaxes. Smart boy. I continue to run at my pace until the pace begins to pick up.. Damnit, just when I was getting comfortable. With a sigh , I just pick up my pace a bit, but that is when i see others begin to fall behind and even give out completely.  

How could they have already given up, we haven't even started! With my attention somewhere else I didn't notice that I had ran closer to Gittarackur and bumped into him, almost knocking myself over. But He’s quick to grab me before I could even stumble, allowing me to keep my pace without stopping. 

“My apologies, and thank you.” I thanked him, but I got nothing in return. Hm, maybe he’s just an awkward man.. 

We continue to run for what seems like hours and I saw that more than half of the people had already dropped out.. A shame, I thought this was going to be harder. That is when i see a little boy like Killua run up past me reaching around where Killua is. Huh, another kid.  I watch the two kids and then hear some grown man begin yelling at Killua telling him to stop disrespecting the exam. But Killua isn’t bothered much by his comment, and actually seems confused. That is until the other kid backs Killua up telling the older man that it’s not an endurance test, just that we need to keep up with the examiner, smart kid. 

Killua slows down to start talking with the kid and that’s when he jumps off of his board and begins running with all of us. I smile at the two kids knowing that they are probably talking about some kid things. 

“ Do you know that white haired boy?” For the first time Gittarackur speaks up. 

“ Why do you ask?”

“ You were with him on the ledge back in the waiting room.”

“ mm, Yes i do, someone I’ve known for years..  So if you hurt him, you will regret it.”

“ I have no such plans.”

“ Good.”

We continue to run besides each other as we begin to descend up the stairs. Hisoka seems not too bothered by any of this running as he runs with a smile on his face, such a peculiar man. He’s a transmuter that’s for sure.. That’s when it hits me, does Gittarackur know how to use nen?

“Gittarackur, may i ask you a question? “ If you must.” He rattles as he turns his head to look at me and responds.

“ Are you a nen user by chance, I imagine if Hisoka is one.. He would only surround himself with those who are of either equal or stronger levels of strength.”

“ Yes i am.”

“ Then what are you exactly? Type I mean.”

“ A manipulator.”

“ Oh.. so am I!” 

“ I see.”

That is when our conversation ends, did I wish he spoke more? Most definitely, but i’ll take what i can get. I’m brought back to earth once I see light begin to fill the tunnel, finally we’ve reached the exit! I pick up my pace trying to get to the end faster rather than later. 

Finally we reach the end and out of the tunnel, I walk towards where Hisoka is and behind follow his buddy. Some of the applicants that are left begin asking if this is the end of the first stage, this is when we learn that we are in the Numere Wetlands and we need to pass to get past the first stage… The examiner then begins to explain the nature of the whole land and about the creatures that live in it. but a stranger comes out all wounded, or should i say creature.. The moment “ it” popped up it began explaining what one of the creatures would want, or rather what it would want, to eat human flesh. 

I laugh internally and begin grabbing the rose thorns from the little flower brooch that I wear. All the other applicants begin to make sense of the whole situation, and even begin accusing Satotz of being a false examiner.  I sing in a low voice ‘ roses are red and violets are blue, tell a lie and these thorns will kill you.” In seconds the little metal pieces pierce right through the creature. 

“ Well you took away my fun delicate flower” Hisoka grins towards me.

“ There is only one room for a deceiver and it’s me, sorry hisoka.” I walk and approach the body to pull out my thorns, and shove them into my pocket. The crowd looks at me like I have just committed a crime, ungrateful is what they are.

The examiner applauds my actions but informs others that this was to be expected. Well at least I know that none of this will be too difficult.

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[mistleaneous-chaos]

Ok so now that Hunter x Hunter has started to pick back up and Togashi has gotten back to ripping our hearts out and shooting us down like dogs while telling us to read his manga (which we will), I wanted to talk about the significant number of parallels between aspects of Yu Yu Hakusho and parts of Hunter x Hunter that show how much Togashi laid the groundwork for HXH in YYH. As well as how he improved and revised many aspects of his previous work.

Originally, I was going to make this one whole post, but because of how much I wrote in this one, I figured I would just make it multiple parts.

Spoilers for HXH and YYH

Part 1: The Power Systems and their similarities/differences, and how Togashi demonstrates Limits

Nen and Spirit Energy are both very similar in multiple ways. For example, both have very similar sources, with Spirit Energy being something all humans have, and Nen being something all beings have.

Now then, what I want to talk about is the differences between them first.

Spirit Energy is something everyone can use, but unlike Nen, signature techniques are just that, techniques. For example, let's take a look at one of the best examples of this and wasted potential: Rando

Rando is a demon whose whole thing is that he steals techniques, but not like Chrollo(Trust me, we will get into Chrollo), but in that he just learns them. To put it in a way that makes sense, Spirit Energy is malleable, anyone who has Spirit Energy (or Demon Energy) can replicate and learn other techniques with the only setback being that you would run the risk of not mastering them and not knowing how to use them all efficiently like Rando did.

Unlike another character who is a master with Spirit Energy without overextending themselves: Genkai

Despite knowing nowhere near as many techniques as Rando, Genkai is a much better fighter than him, able to use her techniques in nearly every situation in ways that allow her to fight on a level that is nearly unbeatable, or at least was before she gave away the majority of her power to Yusuke, but even then she was able to go toe-to-toe with Shishiwakamaru, a demon who had the ability to summon hundreds of dead souls to attack indiscriminately.

Genkai is a master of Spirit Energy, even if she doesn't have as much power as the rest of the main characters.

Meanwhile let's take a look at a Nen User from Hunter x Hunter, a character you may or may not know (/j): Hisoka

Now setting aside Hisoka's.... """tendencies""", when it comes to his proficiency in Nen, he's one of the best in the series, with his Nen Type being Transmutation, which would make his nen chart look something like this

Now then, his Main Nen Ability is known as Bungee Gum, which contains the properties of Rubber and Gum, which is known. He Transmutes his Aura into an elastic and stretchy material which he can stick onto anything, and can do multiple things such as catch objects, immobilize opponents, or create flail-like weapons to swing around with. That is Hisoka's Hatsu, his personal expression of Nen. That is his main weapon until the day he dies, and cannot be changed as far as we know.

But that doesn't mean he can't do things that aren't too far from Transmutation, such as Conjuration, which he exemplifies with Texture Surprise, a technique which allows him to create images and textures on top of flat surfaces, such as paper, and can change its appearance. He uses this technique in creating fake tattoos or even fake skin all over his body to make himself look normal, when really he looks like this

So needless to say, Hisoka is an extremely adept Nen user. But the fact is, like everyone else, he has to stay in his lane, or else he'll end up like another Nen User in the series: Kastro

Kastro is an Enhancer, he was born one, which means that his potential is limited to that of an Enhancer's, which looks like this

According to an extremely talented Nen Teacher: Wing, Kastro could have been a master of a technique that most Enhancers can use, the Tiger Bite Fist, which may have helped him achieve his goal... But instead of developing his Hatsu and enhancement abilities he chose to use a technique that was completely incompatible with his own: The Double Technique.

The Double Technique is fairly self-explanatory, you make a double of yourself out of Nen, and manipulate its actions into fighting alongside you. It's an amazing technique, but the fact of the matter is that for a majority of Nen Users, it's one that is either lopsided, or just more trouble than it's worth, because it is a combination of Manipulation and Conjuration. The only type of Nen User that it would work perfectly for is a Specialist, which are one in a million in the world of Hunter x Hunter, and even then it requires an extremely high amount of focus due to the amount of precision the management of an entire second body requires, because it is not an automated body, or a clone of your mind, you have to use Manipulation Nen in order to make it do anything, and that is why Kastro was doomed when he tried to make it work.

Because of his status as an Enhancer, while Kastro technically has an equal amount of proficiency in Conjuration and Manipulation Nen, he is restricted to mainly lower-level techniques, or he has to use every bit of his Nen if he wants to even touch higher level techniques of those types, which is what he does with the Double Technique, and because of it, he dies.

In both series, Togashi demonstrated the consequences of overreaching when it comes to the amount you can do, and the consequences of trying to do more than what you can handle, but he demonstrated it in Hunter x Hunter in a much more detailed way than Yu Yu Hakusho, not to discredit Yu Yu Hakusho, as it also does a swell job of it. But yeah, that's all I wanted to say about the power system for now.

For Part 2, I'll be discussing the differences between the dynamics of the Main 4 in each show, With Yu Yu Hakusho having Yusuke, Kuwabara, Kurama, and Hiei, and Hunter x Hunter having Gon, Killua, Kurapika, and Leorio

#hunter x hunter #yu yu hakusho #yoshihiro togashi #hxh #yyh #hunter x hunter spoilers #yu yu hakusho spoilers #hxh spoilers #yyh spoilers #genkai #rando #hisoka #hisoka morow #kastro #togashi #nen #hunter x hunter discussion #yu yu hakusho discussion

[soulsam]

What's a ship you've wanted to talk about headcanons for, but you've never really had an excuse to? Well, here's your chance!

ANON. I LOVE YOU. IT IS NOW HISOLEO/LEOLUMI TIME.

also this isn't really gonna be headcanons so much as it is gonna be an entire shipping manifesto so strap in

okay so anyone who knows me or has seen enough of my blog is well aware that I LOVE hisoillu. like I'm obsessed with them. HOWEVER. within the canon of hxh, I think that hisoka and illumi actively make each other worse.

the one time we see a glimmer of humanity in hisoka, it's in the dodgeball game on greed island, when he brings home the win just for gon. hisoka finds gon's sportsmanship admirable and intriguing, so he indulges it.

the things that he finds interesting about illumi, however, are not the type of qualities a well-adjusted and functional person has, his obsession with killua & his bloodlust being two obvious examples. in election arc we see hisoka consider killing killua to get illumi riled up, because that's what hisoka wants to see from him. but hisoka never attempts to "corrupt" gon in any way. in fact, what hisoka seems to like most about him (besides his potential) is his optimism and his friendliness. all his generally positive traits which should theoretically make him weak in such a cutthroat world, but instead become strengths that make gon memorable and uniquely powerful. gon's almost naive humanity inspires hisoka to be better (perhaps for selfish reasons but the outcome is essentially the same)

on the other hand, because illumi acts with basically zero humanity, when hisoka matches his energy, he either stays the same or is even worse than usual (again, he considered killing killua just to see illumi get angry). so basically hisoka & illumi are constantly feeding off of each other's bloodlust and depravity, sucking each other deeper and deeper down the more entwined they become.

which is fine, like it's extremely interesting to me and obviously I love them (not in spite of that, but frankly because of it). however, they are very much the epitome of "I can make him worse."

you know who I think could fix hisoka or illumi though?

mr. leorio paladiknight.

leorio has a "fixer" personality. he's gonna be a doctor, for god's sake, and we've seen how he tries to take care of kurapika in his own way. he's hot-headed, recklessly brave when it comes to protecting those he cares about. I think if he saw something human in hisoka or illumi, he'd want to fix them.

we already know he's not really afraid of hisoka. certainly not afraid enough to avoid picking a fight with him while being well aware that he could get fucking murdered. I don't think he'd be afraid of illumi either. disturbed? maybe. enraged? yeah, we already know he is. we've seen him try to tell illumi off for the way he treats killua. but leorio knows how fucked up the zoldyck family is. I think if something happened that flipped his idea of illumi from "another dangerous and unreasonable person who's out to get killua" to "a deeply traumatized young man who's been manipulated constantly since the day he was born," he might start to feel sympathy for illumi.

I personally cannot believe that there's nothing human left in illumi. as twisted and warped as his idea of "love" is, and as cruel as he can be, I think he honestly, truly does love killua. and there has to be some way to take that one tiny, miniscule chink in his armor and use it to crack him open. I think if anyone has the power and the courage to do it, it's leorio.

as for hisoka, I think leorio has a lot in common with gon personality-wise. both stubborn and a little reckless, both sometimes act without thinking and will sacrifice themselves for their friends without even stopping to consider other options lol.

we know leorio passed hisoka's "test," whatever the hell that was about. although hisoka is fixated on gon, I think now that leorio has learned nen, he'll be very interesting to hisoka, even more than he already is. and like I said above, hisoka seems to match the energy of whoever he's currently allied with. while leorio is a little, uh...well, you know, he has a huge heart and he cares deeply about others. I think he could inspire hisoka to act more like he did during the dodgeball match; he was cooperative, helpful even, he took it seriously, and he let himself be injured for the sake of gon's wishes. not even to prevent someone else from being put in harm's way. he did it because it would give them the win that gon wanted. if there is anybody who can bring out that side of him again, it's leorio.

#whew lads we went Off with this one #hisoleo #leolumi #hisoleolumi #hxh #may start a new tag for this kind of thing #my meta #shipper brainworms #keithposting #oh and if for some godforsaken reason you want to reblog this please feel free

[antoniettap1303]

Hello everybody! Today i've decided to share the th tought of mine, who's just as i said a THOUGTH OF MINE. As some of you may remember, some time ago i've talked about Killua and Fugetsu. Today i pick up the subject of the similiarities between the two. So let's get it started!

1. Sibilings.

Like i've said in the other post, killua and alluka's and Kachou and Fugetsu's releationships have many things in common. The fact that one brother/sister decides to protect the other, their own way of interact with each other, the complicated family situations and the Extreme measure of escaping to get freedom. As we all know, while Killua and alluka suceeded in their plan, for Fugetsu and kacho the thing was stopped almost from the beginning. Maybe in the next chapters they will do it too, but we don't know what Togashi sensei will do for their storyline.

2. Their families.

The Zoldycks and the Hui gou rou. Two of the most famous and relevant families in the HxH world. While the 1st ones are the most rinomated assassin's family on the place, the 2nd are the Kakin Empire royal family. Each got their own arc, with the 2nd ones who started again only today. In each the kids have been put in a sort of prespective by their own parents; as Silva and Kikyo always expected from Killua to be a great assassin, as everyone has noticed his incredible talent, Nasubi and/or Seiko expects form Fugetsu and/or Kacho to be the next kakin king. And what they really wanted was to just be normal kids/teens, being happy with the ones they care.

3. Just a child.

This phrase has been said only by two characters while referring to them: Knov and Mizaistom, during the chimera ants arc and the succession war arc respectively. This in a point reflects even what we've said before about themselves, but that's only the iceberg's tip.

4. The needle.

Another thing that connects our mains is a simple needle/needle ball. Always in the CAA, Killua has been put in the desperate situation of a fight against a chimera ant to protect Gon, incapable of using nen. In that moment he heard his brother Illumi tolding him to escape, as only his Force of will helped him to remove the needle Illumi himself has put into him. In the succession war, we discovered that a royal guard has used his ability against Fugetsu, which consist on a needle ball attached to the target. The ability can be stopped permanently only if the target itself removes the needle ball. Similiar to something?

5. Thinking.

As saw many times in the manga, killua has shown a great Quick thinking ability that helped him really much. Also Fugetsu has an analytical mind, as she figured out the way "magic worm" works, to the point she reacher tier 3 without problem.

6. Unaware of...

Getting back to the starting point, we can realize that they don't always know all the details, even tought is just to protect them. After the 1st escape attempt, Kacho was replaced by her nen spirit beast, who's pratically copied everything from the original. Same technical way is for Gotoh, as he was replaced in order that Killua and alluka will never know about his murder. Also Fugetsu doesn't know about Kacho yet.

Well, this is. I just repeat that this is JUST A TOUGHT OF MINE, and we don't know what Togashi sensei will do for the next chapters.

#anime #japan #hunter x hunter #hunter x 2011 #hxh #hxh 2011 #hxh gon #hxh killua #hxh kurapika #hxh leorio #hxh alluka #hxh hisoka #hxh ging #hxh chrollo #manga

[animesmutandpurefilth]

What is the trio is attracted to physically and mentally



Hisoka

Independence. As much as Hisoka can be possessive, he wouldn’t stand someone who is too clingy. Pay attention that this doesn’t mean the person should have absolutely no insecurities whatsoever (I doubt this is even possible for anyone), but it’s one thing to be quiet or shy or a “broken bird”, another completely is revolving all of your life around him and the relationship. Hisoka enjoys attention, yes, but this is not the same. Not only it’s unhealthy, it feels suffocating.

Wits. It doesn’t matter in what sense, a sharp mind, tongue, insight to evaluate people, an “out of the box” way of thinking (or not following the usual) just something. He dislikes what he considers “boring”.

And, let’s talk about the trait we can’t ignore: Strength. Yes, Hisoka first judges people based on this impression as he normally sees them as “toys” or “prey”, so it’s inevitable that we address it.

However, there are several aspects to it, not limited to the physical sense: Hisoka also notices if the person, while weak when he meets them, has potential to grow. Or how they use their Nen (he has mentioned how interesting Machi’s technique was, for example), at times just something aesthetically unique can be fascinating enough even if the person wouldn’t be able to last long in a fight against him (even if he would enjoy a partner he can train with on at least almost equal footing). And there is also behavior (Determination, for example, is a form of strength).

As for looks… Considering how much of a pervert Hisoka is, I think he doesn’t pay that much attention to such things. Guy will lay down with anyone who is willing when he is in the mood, for starters anyway.

Though I think he has some preference for shorter people.

Illumi

Tricky one. Really, does he even have a type? Well, considering Illumi is controlling, he would rather have someone who allowed him to be in charge. So, a mix would be his ideal: His S/O could (and even should) be defiant with anyone else, but not him (I’m just saying what he would actively want). It would help if they shared some of his views… (If not, he would certainly try to manipulate them into it).

That said, he would also prefer someone who could bring something to the Zoldyck lineage, be brains or power. And depending of the situation, even a behavior that breaks what he sees as “expected pattern” of people has some chance of at least standing out.

Said person would also need to be serious and focused like him, at least when it’s time to work or do something important. Illumi wouldn’t have the patience to deal with someone who is goofing around 24/7.

Family also matters. While the person would have to value it like he does, it would be better if they happened to not have one (be due to death or cutting ties), as it means the Zoldyck would be their only true family. Illumi would want his S/O’s heart in this aspect to be completely turned to the Zoldyck and himself (him above the others, of course).

As for looks… Illumi pays little to no attention to such details. Literally… But I think that perhaps someone different from the usual Zoldyck traits (black/white hair with dark/blue eyes) might have more chances of calling his attention…

Chrollo

Intelligence. No question about it. I don’t mean “oh, you need to be a genius”, no. Intelligence isn’t about school, grades and stuff. It is about being able to understand things, of having a way of thinking that is not limited to the superficial/obvious. Chrollo would want to be able to talk and analyze subjects, so he wouldn’t stand someone who is narrow-minded. If the person also enjoys reading like him or share some other taste, bonus points. With this in mind, it follows that Chrollo would want someone sensible.

That said, they would need to be comprehensible as well, for if they are not from Meteor City, Chrollo would want to feel he can tell who he is and what he does without being judged right away, plus, depending of where the relationship goes, he would want to introduce his S/O to the rest of the Troupe at some point (and try to convince them to come along).

I don’t need to say he isn’t the kind to first pay attention to appearances, but physically speaking, exotic traits (a rare shade of eyes/hair, for example) would surely catch his attention. I’m not saying you need it or that you have to be a model or a work of art, of course. There is also the matter of the beauty that comes with the behavior and style. He would take notice of someone who has their own style and can look unique on it.

[crusty-chronicles]

Uhhhh i kinda just wanted to put some ideas I’ve had when reading ur ging hcs since I was kinda imagining y/n towering over ging just cuz 🤷

Like giving ging nicknames like papa Smurf, minion, short stack or patty cake, in an endearing way of course or just the reader suddenly picking him up if he’s being stubborn over stupid shit and dragging him around despite the little collar backpack?? Thing he put in us so we don’t get lost . Maybe like crouching in the ugliest way possible or getting on the ground to see eye to eye cuz I was thinking like he would have to Crain his neck up since he would only be able to see our Tatas or something idk this is kinda dum 😍🗡️

No, you are so right. Gings just exudes short king vibes and in this specific scenario, he's gotta have a himbo or Amazonian S/o. You ever see a mastiff just drag the owner across a yard? That's Ging if he doesn't use nen to keep you still. This is y'all and I will die on that hill.

Can confirm he goes flying if Y/n sees something cool and runs towards it. Like he'll be talking to vendor and all of a sudden he's being dragged through the town because you saw a butterfly.

He learned his lesson so everytime you go out, he's constantly using nen so he's prepared when you pull. (Definitely dislocated his shoulder a few times.)

Can totally see them calling Ging fun sized when they want to embarrass him. Also Papa SMurf???? Has me cackling. Definitely when Y/n finds out about Gon.

I feel like in this specific scenario, Y/n has too much golden retriever energy to really tease Ging about his height. Like it does not compute for them that he's a little stinker.

However- they will use cutesy terms when describing him.

"Ging? You mean my little guy? My tiny tater tot? My grumpy little armrest?"

And he hates it.

Does not like when you stand behind him because he is in titty range and it's emarrasing. In private tho? He's cuddling. The masterlist header? That's him.

If he ever gets upset and you pick him up, he's seething.

"Put me down and let me kick this guy's ass!!!"

"No, he didn't do anything."

He will bite if you don't put him down.

You ever see Chucky kicking his little legs???? Ging when you carry him away from fighting randos.

Also this-

You cannot tell me his Airheaded S/o wouldn't do this for him. And you cannot tell me the zodiacs wouldn't make fun of him for it. But this is the one time he does not give a shit.

They're just jealous🙄🙄🙄

He's also very shocked that you managed to do this without cutting yourself. But hey, at least there's a brain in there.

Gets pouty if his lunch doesn't look like this.

"Are we breaking up or something?"

"I'm sorry, I broke my alarm so I didn't wake up." 🥺

"Well get it fixed! Hell, I'll buy you a new one! My sandwiches aren't gonna cut themselves into hearts!"😤😤😤

#conversations with crusty #for my beloved followers #writing tings #ging x reader #airhead s/o

[halt-kun]

Hunter x Hunter Chapter 202 - Duel

Okay let’s keep them coming, another one !

I love them so much

look at them, still sporting 2000s fashion

Leorio dresses like my dad did when I was a kid

4 cuties

hug them all

Netero really loves to tease people

he’s still very strong I bet, maybe a bit out of shape at this point in time but strength isn’t just raw muscle and aura

I wonder if aura weakens when you get older, after all it’s “life energy” it should wane

But there is also a mental part to it and old people usually are still improving on that front until it wanes

I would like to know how this relate to nen

Of course Netero’s muscle are weaker but in martial arts, experienced people are scary, I have firsthand experience when I was doing aïkido, one of the guy there was in his 60s and had done a lot of fighting sports like boxing and several martial arts. He was always efficient and knew how his body worked well and never used too much strength or too little. He felt in control all the time

ANYWAY next page

BIG EN

really terrifying how it dwarves the ant nest

I know it’s referred as an amoeba later on and yep, Pitou’s En looks like it keeps changing and getting distracted or focused on something different, very cat like of them.

It’s also the biggest En we’ve seen up until now, Zeno was 300 meters at his best but he can’t hold it for long. Pitou’s using their En all the time

GOOO Knov with your weirdo spatial hole

I like that Knov has basically smuggled a giant pipe across a border, he is definitely the nightmare of border control

Lil’ bunnies !

I love bunnies (see previous chapter)

Smoke bunnies

no brain only lil bunnies

GOOOOOOOO

BUNNY RUSH

my serotonin is just in every part of my brain

Kittens would be the only way to make it even worse

sound would be needed though

Pitou is definitely a vibe

like best catgirlboythingy ever

actually acts like a cat too and not just a sexy delusion of a cat

like scary playful cat

BIG GENDER MOOD TOO

IT’S HIM

the villain, the actual villain

I love him too but he’s a piece of shit too

it seems like he reads mind but he doesn’t

TWINK ENERGY

look at him !

fabulous, perfect in every way

you just need to look at his shirt to know he’s queer

NIIIIIIIIIICE

how many days have passed ? Only one ?

BRUTAL 

as always

goooBiscuit

Thanks Biscuit, but Palm nearly killed you right there right now (as if she could ever do that)

she’s terrifying

but right, what they need most currently isn’t just theoretical strength but battle experience

Well they found him even without directions

PUPPY BOI vs tired boys

Perfectly understandable, imagine someone telling you, you’re going to fight people

and two 13 yo appears completely void of any energy, damp from sweat

well end of the chapter

it was a pretty nice set up chapter on the two fronts

for Netero’s squad and the royal guards and the training of Gon and Killua

I’ll definitely do one last chapter liveblog but it’ll be later today

#hxh c202 #hxh liveblog #hxh manga

[softmafia]

I want to know more about Hisoka’s relationship with Crow!! Maybe you can do an ‘‘ask me’’ post and make little comics with them?

I’ve thought about doing something similar to that, but I don’t really have a lot of time to draw out comics, plus my knowledge of muscular men’s anatomy is terrible(along with my difficulty to draw Hisoka’s handsomeness). I cannot sully my followers’ eyes with a horrible depiction of Hisoka😭😭 BUTTTT, I can just tell you right now🧍(warning, minor manga spoilers!!!, and character death warning???)

Umm, ok so. They don’t actually meet until wayyyy later in the series, they meet near the ending of the election arc but they only make intense eye contact from a long distance away from each other. They were sort of rivals? Crow(with Milluki) was helping Killua and Alluka at the time, and Hisoka was of course helping Illumi, but the two didn’t interact at all. But, there was a long, intense(maybe intimate) level of eye contact. She was on a hill, he was on the street and they stared at each other for the longest time. As soon as Hisoka smirked at her she ran off and vanished.

It was only until shortly after the arc when they would finally speak to each other. Hisoka actually came to her first bc he wanted another “toy to play with” while he waited for Chrollo to have his nen exorcised. He tried to be all buddy-buddy with her, but she didn’t trust him, and considering he was working with Illumi before, that just raised her suspicions. But, deciding to keep her enemies close, she tagged along with Hisoka and helped him with whatever he wanted.

Their relationship blossomed very, very slowly. Hisoka enjoyed her company and he loved watching her style of fighting— it wasn’t his style but she somehow made it work, plus it was very entertaining to watch. Eventually Crow became what Illumi was to Hisoka, except she was a lot more distant and guarded than the assassin. But Hisoka wanted Crow to be much more closer to him. He was more flirtatious, and would buy her gifts like flowers and boxes of (vegan)chocolate. He was actually putting in some effort, considering she was a very strong individual and could promise him a more exciting life, he wanted to keep her for himself. Again, Crow is very untrustworthy of people, so after the first time they hooked up she immediately left while Hisoka was in the shower and acted like the ordeal never happened.

Hisoka, being the man that he is, thought it was a little game she was playing, but on their next job together when he playfully pinned her to a wall he got his face scratched. Hisoka was a bit hurt at first, but after seeing her panic and repeatedly apologize, he knew there was a soft side to her; he just needed to show her that she could trust him. Crow was going to be a challenge for him but that would just be all the more fun for him.

Crow began to trust Hisoka, slowly. When they were alone, or just in the comfort of his own home he would be much softer and kinder with her. And stupidly, he offered to give her information on Illumi and even be her little spy. Even though she wanted to trust him, the instinctual part of her brain that always kept her alive for so long was holding her back. Although, a couple of more days went by, more words were shared and eventually Crow finally warmed up to him.

She got more comfortable with Hisoka cuddling and touching her. Often, she started to snuggle into his arms when she wanted to. Crow got comfortable in his home, his bed was probably the softest one she’s ever slept in, the longest she’s ever slept in there was 2 whole days until he had to eventually wake her up. After a few months Crow considered Hisoka trustworthy. She started to stay around and pop by more often than she would before. She saw him with his hair down, without his face paint, she watched him build his card towers, and they basically fell in love with each other.

However, due to the fight with Chrollo, and Crow loosing her best friend, they had to take a break from each other(they’re not broken up, but they currently have way different things they need to deal with). Hisoka snuck onto the Black Whale to try and kill the Phantom Troupe, literally oceans away from the mainland, while Crow is trying to bring her friend’s memory back by attempting to hunt down the few remaining chimera ants.

So currently, they’re not physically together. Plus, Hisoka has gotten a sort of, post-mortem god complex due to reviving himself, and Crow does not want to deal with that kind of ego at the moment. But he’ll come down from it eventually. Before that mess though, Hisoka actually sent Crow as the messenger to the spiders, to let them know Hisoka was going to kill them all. He let her kill Machi.

Fun fact, they actually adopted a tortoiseshell kitten together, but due to current events, the cat is currently being taken care of by one of Crow’s friends. The cat’s name is Peanut.

#Hisoka x Oc #hxh oc #oc x canon

[queensconquest]

@elxsticlxve​​ said: 'you can’t die. i won’t let you.' For Chrollo ♠

( MISC ANGST STARTERS )

   A  huff  of  laughter  slips  past  parted  lips  and  forms  into  a  cloud  of  vapor  in  the  winter  air  as  Chrollo  hears  Hisoka’s  words  fill  the  space  between  them.  Despite  being  nenless  ,  it  had  not  stopped  a  wanderer’s  feet  even  in  the  dead  of  night.  Chrollo  wandered  where  he  willed  with  or  without  his  Nen.  Albeit  potentially  to  Hisoka’s  displeasure  at  finding  Chrollo  absent  from  the  temporary  room  and  safety  ,  but  Chrollo  trusted  that  Hisoka  would  be  able  to  track  him  down  in  half  an  hour  at  most.  At  this  late  of  an  hour  ,  only  the  troublemakers  and  wanderers  were  out  while  the  normal  people  slept. 

   And  he  had  ,  to  where  Chrollo  was  leaning  against  the  railing  of  a  bridge  over  the  river  ,  watching  how  the  moon  reflected  in  the  river  current.  Dangerous ?  Absolutely.  Even  with  the  poisoned  knife  hidden  on  him  ,  it’d  only  be  good  if  someone  got  close  enough  to  use.  (  Which  was  high  ;  few  people  realized  the  charismatic  and  youthful  man  was  ordinarily  one  of  the  most  dangerous  people  in  a  room.  Even  without  Nen  he  often  was.  )  But  he  understood  the  point  Hisoka  was  making.  It’s  apparently  a  good  enough  comment  that  the  Troupe  leader  decides  to  reward  Hisoka  with  his  direct  attention.  Grey  eyes  turn  away  from  the  water  to  the  man  beside  him  ,  making  no  attempt  this  time  to  hide  how  he  was  studying  Hisoka.  Studying  him  like  he  might  peel  away  skin  and  muscle  and  brain  tissue  to  pick  his  moves  apart.  

   “  You  won’t  let  me  ?  “  Chrollo  speaks  at  last  ,  turning  his  body  away  from  the  railing  to  focus  on  the  man  before  him.  He  has  to  tilt  his  head  up  a  bit  ,  and  while  for  another  it  might  detract  from  their  presence  ,  it  hardly  does  with  Chrollo.  Not  with  those secret-keeping  eyes  or  the  way  his  hand  lifts  to  brush  a  feather-light  touch  over  the  magician’s  cheek.  Spinning  a  web  ,  wrapping  around  and  stealing  all  of  Hisoka’s  attention  like  the  thief  he  was.  It  did  help  being  aware  how  much  the  other  was  focused  on  him.  

   “  I  wonder  how  far  you  would  go  for  that  claim.  “  Chrollo  comments  calmly  ,  letting  his  fingers  trail  down  the  man’s  jawline.  A  distraction  or  emphasis  ?   “  I  don’t  doubt  you’d  try  to  fight  gods  and  all  sorts  of  beasts  to  ensure  no  one  gets  to  kill  me  but  you.  “  He  hums  ,  so  easily  talking  about  his  own  potential  death  one  day.  No  ,  he  knew  the  truth  behind  Hisoka’s  words.  That  comment  wasn’t  sweet  as  it  might have  been  had  another  soul  said  it.  It’s  corrupted  ,  selfish  ,  greedy.  All  things  Chrollo  understands

   He  allows  a  small  smile  as  he  leans  closer  like  he  wants  to  whisper  a  secret  for  only  the  two  of  them  to  know.  “  Would  you  fight  Death  itself  for  that  right  ,  Hisoka  ?  “  He  questions  ,  watching  Hisoka’s  reaction.  A  blasphemous  question  that  he  lets  hang  in  the  frigid  air  like  the  vapor  of  their  breaths.  He  lets  another  soft  laugh  escape  ,  genuine  despite  the  topic  at  hand.  “  So  possessive  ,  but  only  in  boast.  And  that  matters  little  to  a  thief  ,  for  even  the  most  possessive  person  can  have  something  stolen.  “  He  says  no  more  ,  but  his  eyes  are  focused  ,  waiting  for  Hisoka’s  reaction.  An  invitation  and  challenged  to  something.

#elxsticlxve #not me just 👀🍿 at this #letting chrollo do his thing #idk how to describe it but here we are #this got long but Chrollo had thoughts and comments #here is the first scenario #and onto the second scenario i go #〉the head of the spider〈 — ᛭ ⌜chrollo⌟

[deathfavor]

As we all know, Chrollo severely lacks any semblance of self-identity. He is a living ghost. A fog that rolls in and surrounds the place he is at, but disappears the moment you try to grasp it. As enigmatic and elusive as Chrollo might appear to other characters, he is every bit of that to HIMSELF. The strongest evidence of this comes from Chrollo himself when he speaks with Gon. He mentions he doesn’t like to restrict what or why he does things to words, but does entertain if trying to explain why he can kill so easily is the key to understanding himself. ( Although, he does ultimately seem to reject this idea, or at least decide it is not enough. )

In truth, I don’t think Chrollo will EVER be someone who is able to solidify and pin himself down and say this is who I am. He only can when he speaks as the spider, as the head of the Phantom Troupe. He can say this is the spider. The spider is ABOVE each of the members, it is a higher cause than the individual, which is why Chrollo can latch onto it as its vessel and show the spider off, why he says he can die, why ANY of them can die. The spider does not die with them, the spider will only ever die if the cause/ideology is completely eliminated. Even if every single one of them died spontaneously, but another person or group or generation took up the same ideology/cause, then the spider still lives.

But an individual is just that. An individual, not something higher or more. They are themselves. You are you. I am me. But what makes us, US? That is the question that Chrollo often spends contemplating, and one he won’t find for himself. And unlike other characters who often contemplate themselves, when you look at Chrollo, there’s nothing telling per se when it comes to him about WHO he is. HOW he is, yes. But not who. Try to think about it. What can you say about Chrollo that doesn’t loop back around to the spider? He’s a good leader? Yes, as head of the spider. He doesn’t pry into other members business? Well as long as it doesn’t betray the ideology of the spider, it doesn’t matter, so why would he pry? He let Hisoka into the Spider knowing full well Hisoka wants to fight him? Those are the rules of the Phantom Troupe. You can say he likes books, likes learning, but that doesn’t say anything about WHO he is.

Who Chrollo is, is the enigma of being. Even his ability doesn’t reveal ANYTHING about himself. It’s a perfect reflection of the man himself because of that. Everyone often focuses on ‘oh, his ability shows off his enjoyment of stealing, of being a thief’ and yes, this is true. But Skill Hunter / Bandit’s Secret is so much MORE than that. So please excuse this bit of a detour, but it is essential to understanding Chrollo himself as you will see.

Skill Hunter / Bandit’s Secret allows for Chrollo to steal other’s abilities as we know. Yes, there are known rules to it (much like the Troupe itself has rules), but that is what it does. It steals. Which is of course a good symbolism for a thief. But here’s the part I feel many people gloss over. Skill Hunter would be useless if no one else in the world could use Nen. Skill Hunter, by itself, is NOTHING. It’s a highly dangerous and valuable nen ability, yes. That is only because it lets Chrollo utilize what he has stolen. Skill Hunter, without any other Nen abilities, is just an empty book. It has a rigid, hardback cover, and empty sheets. Anyone else in the series could use their Nen ability if everyone else in the world ceased to be able to use Nen. but chrollo wouldn’t be able to use his. Rather telling, isn’t it?

What is Chrollo without the spider? Nothing. In his own eyes, he doesn’t exist without the spider. This is why Hisoka hunting down the legs is such a big deal. Chrollo views himself as the spider at all times essentially. But he does draw parts of his identity from his fellow troupe members. They are projections of shards of an identity in some sense, as well as being people he genuinely cares about. Losing a leg is like losing one of the few precious aspects that he can identify himself with. Killing Chrollo is not the worst fate for him. I think Hisoka knows this. Killing off all the legs and leaving just the head is the worst thing for Chrollo. That is crushing every projection, every trace of an identity that Chrollo has found for himself by recognizing it in others. Shalnark’s genius, Uvogin’s enthusiasm, Phink’s care for those around him, so on and so forth. The troupe are like scraps of an identity that he can hold onto for something besides just the spider (even though he doesn’t actively appear to have an awareness of this). Without it, he is like Skill Hunter in a Nen-less world. He has his body, a hard cover, but everything is empty pages and empty space. Could he stand back up? Probably, with time and effort, but never the same. He’d be plunged even further into the void of his own soul and empty void of identity.

Chrollo won’t find the answer to who he is no matter how far he looks. Because it’s not like math where there’s a direct answer. People are always evolving and changing. He knows this, he even talks about how interesting humans are in his deathmatch (which is interesting in that this places Chrollo in the space of an ‘other’ as if not human even though he is) and when he discusses the joys of exploring the darkness of the soul with Skill Hunter. But there’s enough to pin people down and say ‘this is who [name] is’. But he can’t see it to himself, and looks outwards for it to a small extent, while searching his own mind. 

It doesn’t BOTHER him though. Yes, he does WANT to know and understand himself. There’s a part of him that feels like a ghost even to himself. But he’s also at peace to a point with simply being the Spider. The idea of who he is isn’t a MOTIVATING question so much as it is a PHILOSOPHICAL one to him. It’s fun to contemplate and ponder over and try to reach an answer, like unearthing an archeological site, but it isn’t a desperate NEED for him.

I have mentioned this a bit elsewhere, but an semblance of an identity Chrollo DOES gain is strongest when the Troupe or groups of members assemble, because as i said above, they are projections and a way he can get in touch with those shards, and they are people he cares about. It weakens when he’s on his own with nothing but his own mind, and he holds tighter to the idea of the spider. Although time with Hisoka is an exception in that it keeps him grounded as well, it keeps him more condensed and in the active ‘head of the troupe’ role for the most part, rather than the way he disperses on his own.

#honestly i have so many thoughts #its hard to narrow down on aspects of his lack of identity #but i hope the anon who asked enjoys this #touches on a lot of things #if you have more specific questions im happy to answer! #᛭ — [HEADCANON] only the goal must survive [CHROLLO LUCILFER]