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How do you think the Spiders would react to the Three Page Ora scene?
this is a good one let’s find out!!!
feitan-
“I could do better nen still superior”
phinks-
“oh wow that kid has some fists”
chrollo-
“i don’t think it would be that bad of a idea to recruit this kid maybe we can shape him into one of us”
uvogin-
“hey he’s almost as strong as me!”
Franklin-
“boss what should we do about this kid he seems to good to let go”
nobunaga-
“uvo what do you think about this kid i like him boss let take him”
shalnark-
“hmm he has good power i’ll give him that!”
hisoka-
“oh my~ i like him..”
That’s it for today everybody I hope everybody enjoyed it as much as I did writing this. I’m sorry that I took like an 18 day break off I know it’s a wild, but I am busy and the break was also really nice because writing all the time constantly is a lot of stress even if it’s just three stories a week when you start writing stories, to the extent that I do you understand what I mean😅
I will see everybody in the next Post bye now!
How do you think the Spiders would react to Diavolo (the main antagonist of Jojo Part 5 and the boss of Passione)?
chrollo-
“oh his skills are quite in impressive I might just have to steal it..”
phinks-
“holy shit this guy as strong as hell and I can’t even understand what’s going on right now”
feitan-
“idiots…who allowed HIM to be the mafia boss out of all people…he..can barely do his job as it is. We operate, much better.”
Nobunaga-
“would my ability even stand a chance against this guy..? I can sense a power difference definitely but, is it possible?”
Franklin-
“now who the hell allowed this guy to get into such a mess Clearly, the mafia boss doesn’t know how to cover his own steps very well I think we should take over..*
uvogin-
“Oh wow what the hell is even going on I don’t get anything. Can someone please explain what’s going on Geez, this guy looks like he’s going through a lot.”
shalnark-
“hey you guys this guy over here looks interesting. Do you think he would be useful to me if I’m manipulated him? I’m going to give it a try okay?”
hisoka-
“he’s not even worthy of watching..he foolish and trash complete and total rubbish gon has much more potential than he will ever have I need to stick to my main targets and stop looking for other back ups”
That’s it for today everybody I hope everybody enjoyed I’m going to be making posts very slowly, so expect that.
I will see everybody in the next post bye now!
Hi, just wanted to send this in! Headcanons for two characters of your choosing plus Chrollo about their reactions after their s/o’s death? Maybe like the grieving process. Bonus points if their death was caused in/directly by them 😈 angst angst angst
Hi, thank you for the ask! Ooh this is quite sad, I think I have two others that might be interesting to write for here
Chrollo, Feitan, Kurapika reactions to their s/o's death (inadvertently caused by them)
Chrollo
He had pushed you too far this time, telling you to go on the mission by yourself since you kept insisting you could do it. How foolish of him to let you go without thinking a certain chain user might be in the way. You hadn't returned after many hours. The mission shouldn't have taken that long, and the rest of the troupe was also agitated
The search started as soon as the sun began to rise. The troupe members scattered throughout the city to see if you were accidentally sleeping somewhere and forgot to come back. However, Chrollo stumbled upon your lifeless body in a rubbish dump. How fitting, you were from Meteor City, a junkyard.
"Y/n, are you sleeping?" He laughed, but as he kept calling out, you weren't responding. Touching your face, he felt his heart stop. You were cold. "Y/n," he breathed out. The sun's rays caress your face as if you were reached by the heavens. But this moment was nothing peaceful inside Chrollo's heart.
The troupe returned and saw Chrollo carrying you. The rest of them asked what had happened, he remained calm however. "We lost another it seems," he says quietly. Though he looks composed, the entire room fills with bloodlust that fades just as quickly as it came. He asks to be left alone and the rest of the spiders oblige.
Chrollo does not show his emotions to others, especially because as a leader he must be strong. But he breaks down, he had failed his role in keeping the spiders, no, you safe. Though revenge is something he wants, at the moment he wants nothing more than for you to hear his apologies of not keeping you safe
Feitan
He knew he was rough, that was why at first he didn't want to be in a relationship with anyone, especially someone outside of the troupe. You were just a regular person, you didn't know about anything related to the troupe nor nen, you were fragile. But maybe it was that fragility and that brightness that drew him to you.
This time however, you found out about his business with the troupe. You were upset at him hiding this fact from you, and this sparked a fight between the two of you. Feitan warned you to calm down, but it was really him that should have calmed down because the minute you threatened to let the officials know he quickly aimed his hand for your neck.
Had you been any other nen user or opponent he was used to, you would have survived and maybe had a sore throat for a few months. However, he punctured your neck, causing blood to spill and for you to splurt out a weak "Feitan" before slipping to your knees. Ater a split second he realized what he had just done.
"Y-y/n," it was the first time you had seen any emotion from him. It was fear. His eyes grew wide, he held you up, trying to keep you from falling. You tried tell him sorry, but blood kept spilling everywhere and your words were reduced to nonsense choking. Feitan kept telling you to shut up and that you had to stay alive.
It was an agonizing two minutes before you lost consciousness and eventually stopped breathing. Feitan stood up, not knowing what to do with your body. He was used to cleaning up corpses with what his job demanded, but this time he was lost. The next time the troupe saw him, he was a lot colder than usual. No one knew what had happened, other than that when Phinks asked where Feitan's lover was Feitan gave him a punch but his eyes held sadness more than anger
Kurapika
He shouldn't have prioritized his path of revenge over the lives of people he cared about. Sure, the Kurta seemed to call to him to avenge their deaths, but those that were living were also calling to him to not go down the path of destruction. He should've listened a little harder to those that were still with him in the physical world.
Being someone from Meteor City, someone that was close to the troupe didn't exactly translate to you being sympathetic to the spiders. But an argument got heated, and he lost control. You were trying to get him to stop his fight to hunt for the rest of the Kurta eyes and even the troupe but he thought you didn't understand his pain. Nen was involved soon enough.
Though you tried to fight him, he was skilled. Being Kurta made Kurapika much stronger too even in terms of sheer physical strength. He couldn't use Emperor Time on you, but that didn't stop him from using his chains in general. When you thought he was done with his chains, you rushed to restrain him from continuing his anger but he only grabbed for a nearby pen.
The anger blinded him from seeing what had just happened. The next thing he remembered after you told him that he should stop his revenge was that he had a pen in his hand that was stabbed into your chest. You were coughing violently, eyes wide and brimming with tears. You told him you were sorry and that you should've understood him better. Weakly, you reached up to his face, meeting his red eyes that soon faded back to brown. But you were too weak, your eyes closed and you slumped.
"No," Kurapika breathed out, "No no no no, y/n, y/n don't leave me," he shook you, holding you up and trying to get you to wake up. His actions took someone's life once again, another burden to shoulder. He knew his anger could be deadly, but never did he think it could kill you. How was he to forgive himself any longer when he was already feeling the anguish of his clan? Kurapika cried as he held you, repeating apologies and refusing to let go of you.
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Tried the way I doodle traditionally digitally, and I gotta say, me like how it feels
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Response
"You slept well?"
A question that should be relatively easy to answer. Even if one would consider the quality of their slumber to be hard to put into words, or determine if it was a positive experience or not, that question shouldn’t leave someone with a tight throat. Locking eyes with your captor for a second, you pondered about how you should answer. Answering truthfully, as if it wasn’t the cold-hearted man who kidnapped you that was standing in front of you, and instead someone you’d deem close to you like a friend, actually was pretty easy; No, you slept horribly. Insomnia already had been in your life for a while, but this was getting on a new level.
Your heart was always beating so hard you could feel it all across your body. Every little sound made you flinch. And the blinking, red light of the camera in the upper corner of the room had you frozen, scared to move. Under these circumstances (and more) it was obviously hard to relax, which is why you only ever were able to fall asleep when you were absolutely exhausted and could barely keep your eyes open. (Unless Feitan felt generous enough to drug your drink with sleep medicine) Still, you rarely fell into a deep slumber. And instead your situation plagued you even further in dreamland. What you had hoped could be an escape from the “love“ of your captor revealed itself as something just as horrific, maybe even more so.
On good nights, your nightmares simply replayed some scenarios you felt uncomfortable in, on bad nights, they replayed scenes you prayed to only witness in fiction. And on the worst nights, your fears of what else could happen, no matter how silly the thought was, welcome themselves in as well. You started cursing out that part of your brain that was responsible for the images of your inner eyes for it being just as much of a sadist as the one demanding you to call him your lover.
Lover.
It was clear to you that Feitan‘s attraction to you was more obsession than anything more innocent and pure like “love“. You dared to utter those thoughts to him only once before. The way his eyes wrinkled with joy at your words made you regret your words instantly, you couldn‘t even begin to guess why he was smiling befind the big collar. Was he amused by your guts to dare say such a thing to his face? Was he content with the word you used to describe his feelings towards you? Was he imagining your face twisting in pain as he punished you for your boldness? It never came clear to you, and that‘s why you went back to walking on egg shells around the man, more on your toes than ever. Oh, how you wished you could read him better, or he would reveal more of his wants, you believed it would make your life- no, this wasn‘t a life- your stay much easier. And maybe a good rest, with nothing but an endless void of nothingness in your mind, would find its way to you. A fantasy like this was all the hope you could get, so you took it, wholeheartedly.
Feitan raised a brow at your hesitation. This was a simple ‘yes‘ or ‘no‘ question, answering shouldn’t take so long even if you were an idiot sometimes. He was not oblivious to the war going on inside your head wether you should speak the truth or not. That was exactly the reason why he thought you were an idiot. The hand sliding over your waist had you snapping out of your thoughts and your gaze back to the black-haired laying next to you on the bed. The soft circles of his thumb over your exposed skin was a huge contrast to the cuts and bruises he gifted you before. So much of a clear contrast that you got the feeling he was urging you into choosing one answer over the other. A hint of how you could make the day into a good one for yourself. A hint of what he wanted.
You took it, clutching the shimmer of hope in your hand as you sighed, “Yeah, I slept real good.“, your smile was small, but present. You even made sure to wrinkle your eyes just a tiny bit to make it look real. And you really hoped that would be enough happiness, even if it was faux, to satisfy him and his sick, twisted views. His lips closed into a straight line, face free from his seemingly constant frown, and you cheered for yourself in victory. You allowed him to pull you closer to him. If this is what you had to endure to have one good day, then so be it. You sighed again, this time with a real, relieved smile, snuggling closer to your ‘lover‘ to make him think you really meant it, just so you can relax for once. The hand that didn‘t rest on your waist crawled up into your hair, fingers combing through your locks. Okay, maybe putting your hand on his chest is a good way to respond.
One harsh tug on your hair destroyed all the hope you had, and you couldn‘t help but gasp in shock. With your hair in his tight grip, he angled your head so you‘d be looking at him. There it was, the frown. But! But didn‘t you respond the way he wanted? He was always the one who wanted to pretend what was going on in this house was okay, and saying otherwise was just asking for punishment. So why-
“You lying.“, oh, “I watched you sleep. Could barely relax your face.“, a smile edged on his face, “Now, what do liars deserve?“
Don‘t lie.
You‘ve written this in bold font in your mental guidebook. It was filled with rules and routines you learned were essential when living with Feitan and you hoped you would still remember the next day. With how much you started to dissociate and started to forget more and more little things, it truly was a concern for you.
‘‘Don‘t lie‘‘. You were sure that was one of the very first rules you noted. From the very day he took you. He made sure to make it very clear that lying would do nothing to save you, instead landing you a VIP seat in the basement. You‘ve seen it before, way too often actually. That gory, gory basement. It was the highlight of your nightly nightmares, as you always feard you‘d end up down there for reasons other than doing the laundry.
Now that you thought about it, you wondered why you still thought a lie to be a good choice. You knew he can tell when you are not truthful. That should naturally lead to you always to tell the truth, right? If only. You remembered the last time you told him your true thoughts right to his face. At the end of it, you had the corners of your mouth stitched up into a wide, painfully wide, smile. “No, I am NOT happy. How can anything you‘ve done to me make me feel any type of joy?!“ He seemed to see that as a challenge. You remembered having the black threat tightly secured in your flesh for weeks, until you finally figured out how to make him take them out. Simply smile at him. (More like crinkle your eyes a bit to seem a little more genuine.)
You still had bruises where the threat was laying and digging into your skin weeks later.
Lying didn‘t do good. Being truthful didn‘t do good. What else was left?
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Response
"You slept well?"
A question that should be relatively easy to answer. Even if one would consider the quality of their slumber to be hard to put into words, or determine if it was a positive experience or not, that question shouldn’t leave someone with a tight throat. Locking eyes with your captor for a second, you pondered about how you should answer. Answering truthfully, as if it wasn’t the cold-hearted man who kidnapped you that was standing in front of you, and instead someone you’d deem close to you like a friend, actually was pretty easy; No, you slept horribly. Insomnia already had been in your life for a while, but this was getting on a new level.
Your heart was always beating so hard you could feel it all across your body. Every little sound made you flinch. And the blinking, red light of the camera in the upper corner of the room had you frozen, scared to move. Under these circumstances (and more) it was obviously hard to relax, which is why you only ever were able to fall asleep when you were absolutely exhausted and could barely keep your eyes open. (Unless Feitan felt generous enough to drug your drink with sleep medicine) Still, you rarely fell into a deep slumber. And instead your situation plagued you even further in dreamland. What you had hoped could be an escape from the “love“ of your captor revealed itself as something just as horrific, maybe even more so.
On good nights, your nightmares simply replayed some scenarios you felt uncomfortable in, on bad nights, they replayed scenes you prayed to only witness in fiction. And on the worst nights, your fears of what else could happen, no matter how silly the thought was, welcome themselves in as well. You started cursing out that part of your brain that was responsible for the images of your inner eyes for it being just as much of a sadist as the one demanding you to call him your lover.
Lover.
It was clear to you that Feitan‘s attraction to you was more obsession than anything more innocent and pure like “love“. You dared to utter those thoughts to him only once before. The way his eyes wrinkled with joy at your words made you regret your words instantly, you couldn‘t even begin to guess why he was smiling befind the big collar. Was he amused by your guts to dare say such a thing to his face? Was he content with the word you used to describe his feelings towards you? Was he imagining your face twisting in pain as he punished you for your boldness? It never came clear to you, and that‘s why you went back to walking on egg shells around the man, more on your toes than ever. Oh, how you wished you could read him better, or he would reveal more of his wants, you believed it would make your life- no, this wasn‘t a life- your stay much easier. And maybe a good rest, with nothing but an endless void of nothingness in your mind, would find its way to you. A fantasy like this was all the hope you could get, so you took it, wholeheartedly.
Feitan raised a brow at your hesitation. This was a simple ‘yes‘ or ‘no‘ question, answering shouldn’t take so long even if you were an idiot sometimes. He was not oblivious to the war going on inside your head wether you should speak the truth or not. That was exactly the reason why he thought you were an idiot. The hand sliding over your waist had you snapping out of your thoughts and your gaze back to the black-haired laying next to you on the bed. The soft circles of his thumb over your exposed skin was a huge contrast to the cuts and bruises he gifted you before. So much of a clear contrast that you got the feeling he was urging you into choosing one answer over the other. A hint of how you could make the day into a good one for yourself. A hint of what he wanted.
You took it, clutching the shimmer of hope in your hand as you sighed, “Yeah, I slept real good.“, your smile was small, but present. You even made sure to wrinkle your eyes just a tiny bit to make it look real. And you really hoped that would be enough happiness, even if it was faux, to satisfy him and his sick, twisted views. His lips closed into a straight line, face free from his seemingly constant frown, and you cheered for yourself in victory. You allowed him to pull you closer to him. If this is what you had to endure to have one good day, then so be it. You sighed again, this time with a real, relieved smile, snuggling closer to your ‘lover‘ to make him think you really meant it, just so you can relax for once. The hand that didn‘t rest on your waist crawled up into your hair, fingers combing through your locks. Okay, maybe putting your hand on his chest is a good way to respond.
One harsh tug on your hair destroyed all the hope you had, and you couldn‘t help but gasp in shock. With your hair in his tight grip, he angled your head so you‘d be looking at him. There it was, the frown. But! But didn‘t you respond the way he wanted? He was always the one who wanted to pretend what was going on in this house was okay, and saying otherwise was just asking for punishment. So why-
“You lying.“, oh, “I watched you sleep. Could barely relax your face.“, a smile edged on his face, “Now, what do liars deserve?“
bro I was JUST dry🤭
"Come on, fuck me emo boy!" we beg in unison🙏🏼
At some point during Hisoka's time with the Phantom Troupe, probably...
Feitan: *sneezes*
Phantom Troupe: ...
Feitan: ok, is ANYONE going to say "bless you"?
Hisoka: honey, you're already blessed...
Feitan: aw! Thanks-
Hisoka: ...With our presence!
Feitan: fucking clown!
*proceeds to set off Rising Sun... Hisoka just uses the opportunity to roast some marshmallows*
Phantom Troupe: ...
Machi: ... bless you?
Feitan: thanks.
Chrollo: Machi, it's your turn to take out the trash.
Machi: okay.
Machi: Hisoka, you heard him. Get out.
Feitan: I have a question
Chrollo: Yes?
Feitan: Can a person breathe in a washing machine while it’s on?
Chrollo:
Feitan: Obviously this is hypothetical-
Chrollo: I swear to god if you put Hisoka in the washing machine-
Feitan: :)
Phantom Troupe Sneezing Headcannons because why not
Hisoka: very rarely sneezes. When he does, it's like a fox yipping. Depending on the circumstances, really funny or terrifying.
Nobunaga: sneezes like a robot. Saying "bless you" is hard cause you can't tell if it's a sneezes or a cough. The confusion.
Machi: sneezes really loudly, then acts like nothing happened. Will deny that she ever sneezed in the first place.
Phinks: always frustrated because he feels a sneeze, but has NEVER actually sneezed.
Shalnark: angry sneezes. Don't bless him, you'll just make him even madder. Why does he get so upset? No one knows. He sneezes like a normal human being. It just makes him mad.
Korotopi: sneezes like a demon. Really low growl. Thinks it's completely normal. Everyone else tries to tell him otherwise, but he'll never listen. Insists that they all sound like that.
Feitan: has the most adorable sneeze. He's very embarrassed about it. Will avoid sneezing at any cost.
Shizuku: completely normal sneeze except it always sounds like she's saying "Blinky". She always forgets that it happened and says that she never sneezed. The others gave up trying to explain it to her.
Franklin: takes forever to sneeze and uses the forewarning to leave the room. No one knows what he sounds like. It's really quiet but he thinks it's the loudest thing ever.
Kalluto: sneezes like the precious baby he is. Super quiet and gets really shy afterwards.
Illumi: he's never sneezed. Ever. It's terrifying. He claims that he does sneeze, whenever he blinks strangely. No one knows what to believe.
Uvogin: he yell sneezed. Didn't mind it, in fact he liked scaring little kids whenever he sneezed.
Bonolenov: he's never sneezed either. The other members think that it may be because of all the holes in his body. He'll never confirm or deny their suspicions.
Pakunoda: sneezes pretty loudly, but not loud enough to be a distraction to anyone else. Still, she always excuses herself.
Chrollo: rarely sneezes. When he does, he usually expresses no emotion. He asked the other spiders to never bless him because of some angsty nonsense about not being able to be blessed. They still do, with blinks, Morse code, sign language, or anything else. They love their leader.
Shizuku: Anyway, today is the day we reveal to the whole world the existence of the “League of Villainous Evildoers Maniacally United For Frightening Investments in Naughtiness!”
Feitan: So you want us to be called L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N?
Shizuku: oh fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!
Feitan, crying: please just say fuck!
Hisoka: You’re really violent.
Feitan: Yeah, but I’m small, so it’s adorable.
Hisoka: I’m getting a brain scan today
Machi and Feitan: To check if you have one?
if hxh characters had a powerpoint night
kurapika: why what im doing is morally okay
leorio: 10 reasons why i think humor is a normal coping mechanism
gon: why we should never use math again :)
killua: 26 reasons why you should give me a 70% cut of all the chocolate you purchase
hisoka: a comprehensive list of who i wanna fight with my bungee gum and why
illumi: why i'm a good big brother (killua, pay attention mom and dad helped me with this.)
chrollo: is therapy really a necessity? the answer might shock you
feitan: is reading important?
phinks: why i think supreme is the best clothing line
kite: fellas is it gay to chase your mentor around the world for a crumb of validation
pariston: why i'm better than all of you
ging: i left to get a gallon of milk and never came back, heres why
shizuku: i cant be pretty and know math
machi: 15 things you can do before accepting a date with hisoka
pakunoda: 12 reasons why u should adopt a cat and slap phinks (in this order)
shalnark: all of us should have fruity bat phones
bisky; why i listen to meg thee stallion and U should too
milluki: who is hatsune miku and why am i dating her
uvogin: gyms are a scam, here's how i came out shredded as fuck
nobunaga: my hair regimen (phinks please pay attention.)
franklin: why nobunaga should talk way less
genthru: how to be absolutely Godlike in fortnite.
kalluto: what to do if your brother doesnt come back home? join the troupe, hi im kalluto
mummy guy: why im useful to the troupe
mereum: chess. lets talk about it.
pouf: why its homophobic that mereum pays attention to komugi
pitou: why pouf should stop talking
youpi: im hot as fuck and heres why
cheetu: i do not sound like the laffy taffy song guy please.
silva: why my finishing move is sitting on someones face *pic of chrollo looking absolutely terrified*
alluka: 3 reasons why ponies are superior to u and why i need one
cheadle: if murder was legal id kill pariston heres why
Trying to justify his relationship with Illumi
Hisoka: what's a queen without her king?
Machi: historically, better.
Hisoka: well what's Juliet without her Romeo?
Feitan: um, alive.
