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For @gachahugs’ DTIYS. This was so much fun to draw! ☺️
Oh! A playful Alluka has appeared!
Here’s my drawing for the Alluka expression game being hosted by the @hxhbigbang24 team! This was super fun to draw and I’m really happy with how it turned out. 😁
Speed paint below the cut👇
Happy b-day to my fav boi!
Let’s be real, the best present he could receive is a solid 8 hours of sleep and inner peace. He deserves it 🥺
Now this is a VOGUE issue I’d purchase 👀
Here’s my piece for @hxhbigbang24’s outfit swap meme featuring Kurapika! He’s wearing one of Killua’s 1999 outfits (the og fit is under the cut).
Here’s the original outfit:
So, who wants to raid the Zoldyck closets with me? 👉👈
I swear no one in that family has a bad outfit.
I love them so much! 🥰 If you can’t tell, I was heavily inspired by the park scene from the 1999 anime.
They were so gay in that lol
I decided to become a human printer 😂😭
And no I did not trace these in case anyone was curious 👀
Here are my works for the @hxhbigbang24 event!
I’m so happy I got to illustrate @i-heart-hxh’s killugon fic “Star Trails.” I highly recommend checking it out, it’s as sweet as cotton candy. I loved your domino metaphor btw shdjakdbsl
Phantom troupe girlies x brat summer ft dress to impress outfits
This all happened because of Ging
also idk what happened to uvo’s arms nor palm’s eyes
oh how I’ve missed you- Uvogin Oneshot
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Short smut fanfic!
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It’s been exactly 3 weeks 2 days and 6 hours since youd last since Uvogin. But who’s counting? You definitely were. You’re aware of the life he leads, facing hunters and being a wanted criminal, but it never stopped you from missing him when he was away for so so long. The way he laughed so loud and boastfully as he threw his head back. Or how he’d bring you close to him and cuddle with you whenever he felt like it. It was feeling like an eternity without him.
You cuddle up into the pillows, his pillow, smelling it longing for him. Longing for his intamacy, and smell once again. Eventually your thoughts get dirtier and dirtier about him.. Taking off your shorts and underwear swiftly, you spit on your fingers and rub that swollen clit to the thought of Uvo and how good he feels whenever your with him.
Feeling so horny you began to hump his pillow just to feel something close to him...
“Mhm I miss you so much uvogin.” You moan with tears in your eyes as you continue riding and touching yourself.
“Well is that so?” A voice calls out. Your eyes dart to the figure in the doorframe, one you hadn’t even known was there. Frantically you bolt off the pillow and cover up with a blanket.
“Uvo! Your home” you say shyly.
“Well don’t stop just for me. Don’t be shy now.” He grins menacingly. “Say, you should ride my face just like that. Matter of fact you’re going to.”
Uvogin swiftly comes to the bed picking you up with ease and placing you on his face. “You know y/n it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, and I’m really, really hungry.”
“Uvo! D-don’t talk with your mouth full!” You retort as a tease. He’d make you eat those words, and cry out for him just as you did earlier.
his tongue lapped quickly at your folds, with such haste as you bounced on his face trying to escape. It was no use as his hands held you down with ease. “Uvo!” You cry out from the pleasure. “Mhmm.”
He groans into your warmth, sending a vibration throughout your body. The final straw to make you orgasm.
Uvogun feels your body go a bit limp from the pleasure, gently setting you down on the bed. “We’re not done just yet baby.” “Mhm.” You say with tears in your eyes. He spreads your legs, slightly kneeling on them to postion himself perfectly.
The giant man rubs up and down your wet cunt wanting you to beg for it. “I can’t take anymore Uvo! I need your cock inside me already.” Finally he hears the words he loves.
“My pleasure Y/n”
Dipping himself into you slowly, trying his best not to hurt you while he bottoms out. Only being able to take about 7 inches still made you feel so full.
“That’s my good girl.” He leans down to whisper into your ears as he pulls all the way out. Suddenly feeling empty you cry out. “Uv-“
Uvogin slams himself back into you beginning to stroke your wet cunt. He can’t help but relish in the fact that your a teary eyed mess full with his cock. “Who do you belong to Y/N” “Y-You uvo! I’m all yours.” Uvogin couldn’t help but ask again. “Who’s my little cock slut?”
“I-I am!” You cry back in response as a fuzzy feeling grows in your stomach. “You’re such a good girl, so wet and tight all for me.”
He practically howled still slamming into you with such speed. “Uvo I’m close!” You call out to him, feeling your orgasm arise. His fingers get quick to rubbing your swollen wet clit to speed up the process.
“Cum for me.” He whispers into your ear. “Uvogin~”
Hearing his full name called out as you clenched around him made him crack, releasing his warm cum into your pussy. “Mhm~” coming down from your high, little whimpers and Mewls escape your lips.. You can’t help but smile with pleasure and anticipation. It was going to be a LONG night.
He wanted to absolutely destroy you, break you into pieces shattering under him. Tonight, was the first night it a while he had you all to himself, staking his claim into your pussy once more. Putting your legs over his shoulders and positioning himself into you, he whispered once more.
“Oh how I’ve missed you.”
hunter x house: Bake off!
Fan fiction about the hunters x phantom troupe in a challenge tv show. Todays challenge is a bake off!!! ———
“Today we’ll be competing against the Phantom troupe! I hope we win!” Gon said with a gleam in his eye.
"I can't believe we're doing this," Leorio murmured to himself as he surveyed the kitchen. The counters were cluttered with ingredients and baking equipment, a stark contrast to the sleek, professional tools he was used to in his medical practice.
“what should we do Killua?” “Ion know gon, but let’s stay out for now.” Leorio grabbed kurapikas hand with assurance.
“What are your thoughts kurapika?” “I just want the prize.”
The groups had been briefed by the eccentric producer of the reality show, a man who loved to stir the pot more than he did his batter. Each team was to bake a signature dish that would be judged by none other than the legendary Chairman Netero and the elusive Hanzo. The Phantom Troupe, known for their destructive tendencies, had been pitted against the hunters in a culinary battle royale, and the stakes were high.
"Alright, everyone," the producer announced, "You have one hour to prepare your dishes. No nen, no shortcuts. Just good old-fashioned baking skills."
The room buzzed with excitement as the contestants donned their aprons. “Guys! Im so excited what should we do?” Meanwhile, Killua's curiosity was piqued by the variety of spices and flavors at their disposal. “Maybe we could use a unique flavor?”
"Guys, I've got it," Gon exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. "We're going to make a triple-layered cake with each layer representing one of our personalities!"
Leorio rolled his eyes, "Gon, we're not here to make a metaphorical mess, we're here to win."
Kurapika, ever the strategist, suggested, "We should focus on something simple yet impressive, like a chocolate lava cake. It's hard to screw up, and if done right, it's bound to wow them."
Leorio nodded in agreement, "Fine, but we need to stand out. How about we add a twist with some exotic fruit filling?"
Killua smirked, "I know just the thing." He dashed to the pantry and returned with a basket of rare Whale Meat fruit, "This will give our lava cake an unexpected kick."
Leorio raised an eyebrow, "Whale Meat fruit? Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Trust me," Killua replied with a grin, "It'll be a taste they'll never forget."
As the clock ticked down, the kitchen transformed into a whirlwind of activity. Gon carefully measured out the ingredients for the batter, his hands steady and precise. Leorio, on the other hand, was more experimental, mixing and matching flavors with a devil-may-care attitude. “LEORIO be more careful!”
“I’m doing the lava center, I’ll make sure it’s perfect”. Kurapika said.
The tension in the room was palpable, each team eager to outdo the others.
The Phantom Troupe members weren't exactly known for their baking prowess. “Ughhhh this is too hard!” Uvo roared. “I’m just going to dump in the ingredients.”
“Uvogin, be patient and try to measure more. “ chrollo offered advice. Nobunaga, ever the rebel, had snuck in some suspicious-looking herbs, whispering to himself about the "special" brownies he intended to bake.
Shalnark, the brains of his group, watched with amusement, occasionally tossing in a helpful tip.
In another part of the house, Phinks and Shalnark were locked in a friendly bet. "If we win, I get the artifact," Phinks said with a smug smile.
Shalnark retorted, "And if we don't?"
"If we don't," Phinks said, his eyes narrowing, "You owe me a favor."
Shalnark's smug smile didn't waver, "I'd rather eat Uvogin's burnt cookies than lose to you."
The kitchen was a symphony of whisks, purring mixers, and sizzling pans. Each group had its own strategy and dynamics. Chrollo, the leader of the Phantom Troupe, tried to maintain order amidst the chaos, his eyes darting between the clock and his team's precarious creations.
Meanwhile, the girls' team of Shizuku, Pakunoda, and Machi worked in harmony, their movements fluid and efficient. They had a secret weapon: Machi's ability to manipulate threads of nen to assist in their baking. “but are you sure we can use men?” “Yeah machi, they said not to.” “Shizuku, and paku it’s okay!”
They hoped it would give them the edge they needed.
Hisoka and Illumi, in the sixth group, had a different approach. They weren't here to win; they were here for the thrill of the game. Hisoka had his eyes on Gon, eager to test the young boy's limits, while Illumi remained in the background, his fingers playing with the strings of fate. They had agreed to work together, but it was clear that their alliance was as fragile as a soufflé.
"So, what are we making?" Hisoka asked, his voice a purr as he sauntered over to the counter.
"We're making you regret ever stepping into this kitchen," Illumi replied dryly, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
Gon, blissfully unaware of the darker undertones, was busy slicing strawberries for the garnish. "Guys, remember, we need to plate our desserts nicely. First impressions are important."
Killua nodded, his focus on the whipped cream, making sure it was perfectly fluffy. "Got it, Gon."
As the timer approached the final minutes, the kitchen grew hotter, both from the ovens and the pressure. The Phantom Troupe's kitchen was a mess of spilled flour and smoking ovens. Uvogin had managed to burn something yet again, and Chrollo sighed heavily.
"This is a disaster," he muttered, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.
The girls' team, on the other hand, was a well-oiled machine. Machi's nen allowed them to achieve a level of precision that was unheard of in the baking world. The three of them had created a multi-tiered masterpiece that was as beautiful as it was daunting.
"Machi, make sure the nen threads don't show," Shizuku whispered, her eyes sharp.
Machi nodded, concentrating as she pulled the threads taut, ensuring the perfect symmetry of their dessert. "Don't worry, it's all under control."
Leorio, feeling the heat of competition, took a deep breath and checked on their lava cakes. The timer beeped, and he opened the oven with a flourish. The cakes looked perfect, their chocolate centers threatening to ooze out. "Alright, team, let's get these plated!"
The hunters worked together to assemble their dessert, carefully placing the warm cakes on their plates. Gon's strawberry fanfare added a touch of whimsy, while Kurapika's precise knife work created an elegant border of chocolate shavings. The exotic fruit filling added a burst of flavor that made their mouths water.
"Looks like we're ready," Leorio announced, stepping back to admire their creation. "Now, let's just hope the judges appreciate our… unique combination."
The teams made their way to the grand dining room, where the judges sat at a long table, their expressions unreadable. Each group placed their desserts before them, their hearts racing as they awaited the verdict.
“We’re going to calll our teams by random but.”"Let's start with Team 1," the producer announced, gesturing to the hunters. Gon beamed with pride as they presented their whale meat-filled chocolate lava cakes.
Chairman Netero took a bite, his expression inscrutable. After a moment, he nodded. "Interesting flavor profile. The fruit complements the richness of the chocolate quite nicely."
Hanzo, the sterner of the two judges, tasted a piece and was silent for a moment before speaking. "The technique is good, but I'm not sure about the fruit choice."
Leorio felt his heart drop, but before he could protest, Gon chimed in, "It's a delicacy where we come from!"
The room erupted in laughter, easing the tension. The other teams watched with a mix of admiration and trepidation. The Phantom Troupe's dessert was a hodgepodge of burnt cookies and half-baked brownies, but the smell of the "special" ingredients in Nobunaga's brownies made even the stern Hanzo lean in for a closer sniff.
"Team 3 ," the producer called out, and the trio of Phinks, Shalnark, and Feitan stepped forward with their offering. A cake that looked as if it had been through a battle. The icing was a Jackson Pollock painting of food coloring and the cake itself was lopsided.
"We call this the 'Nen-tastic Chaos Cake'," Phinks announced with a smirk.
Shalnark rolled his eyes, "You do remember the bet, right?"
"It's all about the taste," Feitan said, a sadistic glint in his eye as he cut a piece for the judges.
Chairman Netero took a cautious bite, his face twitching slightly. "I can see the… effort you've put into this," he managed to say, his tone diplomatic.
Hanzo, on the other hand, was less forgiving. "What is this supposed to be?" he grunted, poking at the lopsided cake with his fork.
Phinks' grin didn't falter. "It's a representation of the chaos we bring to our enemies."
The room was filled with snickers, and even Hanzo couldn't help but crack a smile. They moved on to the next group, the tension in the air thickening with each plate presented.
The girls' team had constructed a dessert that was both beautiful and intimidating, a testament to their nen abilities. The cake looked like a sculpted work of art, each tier perfectly balanced and gleaming with an otherworldly sheen.
"This is our 'Thread of Destiny' cake," Machi explained, her voice steady despite the nerves that danced in her stomach. "The nen threads are invisible, but they hold the layers together and keep the filling from spilling out."
The judges exchanged a look of intrigue. Hanzo took a knife and sliced through the first tier, revealing a perfectly sealed layer of raspberry compote. The cake held firm, and the room fell silent as he brought the slice to his mouth.
The flavors exploded, a symphony of sweetness and tartness that made even the stoic hunter's eyes widen in surprise.
"Impressive," he murmured, his praise echoing through the room. The girls' team exhaled in relief, sharing a proud look. “But the points was to not use nen.”
Machi blushed, “It’s just for show. We promise!”
The producer winked, “Well, let’s see if the taste can win you some points, then!”
Hisoka and Illumi, approached the group with a dessert that was as enigmatic as they were. It was a simple, single-layer cake with a dark, mysterious glaze.
"This is our 'Heartstopper' cake," Hisoka announced with a dramatic flourish, his eyes gleaming. "It's a special recipe, one that's sure to… well, you'll see."
Illumi smirked, placing the knife in Hisoka's hand. "Go ahead, judge it for yourself."
Hisoka cut into the cake with a dramatic flair, revealing a deep red center. The room collectively gasped. It was eerily reminiscent of the bloody battles they had seen the duo partake in. “Gon~ this one’s for you.”
Gon looked up, his eyes wide as he took the proffered plate. He took a tentative bite, and to everyone’s astonishment, his face lit up. “It’s delicious!” he exclaimed.
The room buzzed with shocked whispers. Even the judges were taken aback by the positive reception. “How did you manage to get the taste just right?” Kurapika asked, his curiosity piqued.
Hisoka chuckled, his eyes never leaving Gon’s. “It’s all in the presentation, my dear boy. And the secret ingredient, of course.”
Illumi leaned in, his voice a low murmur, “We used your blood, young one. It adds a certain… je ne sais quoi.”
Gon nearly choked on his bite, his cheeks draining of color. Killua's eyes narrowed, and Kurapika's grip on his knife tightened. The room fell silent, the only sound the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.
"Your turn, Team 2," the producer said, trying to lighten the mood. Chrollo stepped forward with a forced smile, his team's dessert a sad-looking pie that had seen better days.
"Our humble offering is a classic apple pie," Chrollo announced, hoping against hope that the judges would appreciate their simplicity. The crust was burnt, and the filling looked suspiciously runny.
Chairman Netero took a bite, his face a mask of politeness. "Ah, the timeless appeal of apple pie," he said, his voice a tad forced. Hanzo took a piece and chewed thoughtfully. "It's… edible," he said finally, earning a glare from Chrollo.
The Phantom Troupe leader's pride was bruised, but he couldn't argue with the truth. Their baking skills were as sharp as a spoon.
"Alright, Team 6," the producer announced, "Hisoka and Illumi, let's see what you've got."
Hisoka stepped up with the "Heartstopper" cake, a smug smile playing on his lips. He slid the plate in front of the judges, the deep red center seemingly mocking them.
“we hope you enjoy our cake~”
Chairman Netero took the first bite with a look of skepticism. To everyone's surprise, his eyes lit up, and he nodded in approval. "The flavor is quite… intriguing," he said, savoring the bite.
Hanzo, ever the skeptic, took a slice, his expression unreadable. His first bite was met with a flicker of shock, quickly followed by a nod. "It's… surprisingly good," he conceded, earning a smug smirk from Hisoka.
. It was clear that Hisoka and Illumi had played a clever trick, using their infamous reputations to throw everyone off balance. The tension was palpable as the judges moved on to the final dessert, a cake from Team 4 that was a concoction of random flavors and textures.
"This," bolenov announced with a dramatic flourish, "Is our 'Phantom Phusion' cake. It's a fusion of our diverse tastes and abilities." The cake looked like a Jackson Pollock painting had collided with a dessert, a wild mix of colors and patterns that seemed to shift and swirl before the eyes.
The judges shared a look, then took their forks and dug in. The first bite was a symphony of flavors, each layer a surprise. It was as if each bite told a story, a story of the Phantom Troupe's chaotic existence.
"Well," Hanzo began, his expression thoughtful, "it's certainly… unique." “Franklin, kortopi, and bolenov you outdid yoursevs, didn’t you?” The room chuckled at the understatement, the tension easing slightly.
I was time to announce the winners. The producer clapped his hands, and the room fell silent. "Judges, have you made your decision?"
Chairman Netero leaned back in his chair, stroking his beard. "This was indeed a… unique experience. But, after much deliberation, we have our winners."
The room held its breath as he announced, "Team 5, with their 'Thread of Destiny' cake, wins for creativity. Team 1, the hunters, your whale meat-filled chocolate lava cakes were… an adventure for the palate.
Team And Team 6, Hisoka and Illumi, your 'Heartstopper' cake had us all on the edge of our seats. But, the overall winner, with a perfect balance of flavor, presentation, and sheer audacity, is Team 6!"
Gon watched in horror as the judges enjoyed the "Heartstopper" cake, his mind racing. He hadn't realized that Hisoka and Illumi had gone to such lengths to psych out their competition.
Killua's eyes narrowed, his hand tightening around his own plate, and Kurapika's gaze was as sharp as the knife he held.
"Well done, Team 6," the producer exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "Your prize will be revealed shortly. For now, let's take a commercial break."
The room erupted into a cacophony of voices as the contestants dispersed to their respective corners. The Phantom Troupe members exchanged high-fives, while the hunters congratulated each other on their close second place. Hisoka leaned in closer to Gon, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Looks like I've got your blood on my hands," he murmured, wiping a smudge of the dark glaze from his lips. "In more ways than one."
Gon's eyes widened, and he took a step back, his heart racing. "What did you do to the cake?"
Hisoka's smile grew wider. "Just a little trick to make it extra special for you," he whispered. "But don't worry, it's all in good fun."
Gon's eyes searched the room for the producer, hoping to voice his concerns, but the man was nowhere to be found. Killua noticed his friend's distress and stepped in, his own expression cold and hard. "What's the deal with the cake, Hisoka?"
Hisoka's smile didn't waver. "Oh, just a little secret ingredient," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "But don't worry, it's all for the thrill of the game."
Killua's eyes narrowed, his grip on his plate tightening. "If you've done anything to harm Gon…"
Hisoka held up his hands, still smiling. "Relax, it's all just a harmless prank. Besides, you know I prefer my battles to be more… interactive."
Killua's eyes searched Hisoka's, looking for any hint of deceit. After a moment, he nodded, his tension easing slightly. "Fine. But if you mess with him again, I won't be so forgiving."
The producer returned, a gleaming artifact in his hand. "And now, for the grand prize," he announced, holding up the artifact. It was an intricately carved stone, the surface etched with ancient runes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light.
"This is the Heart of the Dragon, a relic said to grant the user a temporary boost in their nen abilities. But remember, it's only temporary. Use it wisely."
. "We'll take it," he said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
Leorio couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. "What are you going to do with that?" he challenged. "Use it to bake better cookies?"
Chrollo chuckled, his eyes never leaving the artifact. "Oh, I have much more… ambitious plans for it. I’m going to put it up in our side of the house! Just to rub it in to Kurapikas face.” “BITCH i don’t care you won!!” Kurapika yelled.
The producer nodded, placing the Heart of the Dragon on the table. "As winners, Team 6, you have the right to choose the next challenge. What will it be?"
Hisoka's eyes gleamed, and he leaned in closer to the producer. "How about a game of hide and seek?" he suggested, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"But with a twist. Whoever finds the hidden treasure first gets immunity for whatever mischief they get into at the house.
The producer's eyes lit up at the idea. "Excellent! And what will this treasure be?"
Hisoka's smile grew even wider. "Oh, something that'll really get their hearts racing." He glanced at Gon, who looked increasingly uncomfortable. "Let's say… a single golden ticket to the next round of the show, hidden somewhere in the house.
The first team to find it gets a pass to the next challenge without having to compete."
The producer's eyes sparkled with excitement. "And what happens to the team that doesn't find it?"
"They're automatically up for elimination," Hisoka said, his tone playful yet predatory.
The hunters exchanged glances, the air in the room growing thick with anticipation. Kurapika set his jaw, his eyes flicking to the Phantom Troupe's side of the house. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "We'll play your game."
“How delightful~”
“Good luck, gon”
I love the way Gon stands in the last panel 😭
Chapter 231 page redraw
I'm having one of those crisis you don't know what to do, where to start, what things leave behind....
But I keep drawing in the middle
Quick Gon sketch! Although he looks older cause I can't draw kids to save my life😭✌️
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