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Indie Pakunoda of HxH. Blonde beauty with a gun. Side blog to mediknight

[xspiderenthusiastx-xartx]

🕷 ~ Commission for @mediknight aka @lovelybullet <3

I wanted to draw Paku for some time, so I really enjoyed working on this one. c:

Commission Info

[rpmemes-galore]

Bastille —  Bad Blood Album  {Sentence Starters}

“You’ve lost control.”

“They will come for you.”

“You lean towards despair.”

“You’ll drink yourself to death.”

“I was left to my own devices.”

“There was nowhere else to go.”

“Look who’s digging their own grave.”

“I won’t show my face here, anymore.”

“I hear you calling in the dead of night.”

“You ran into the night, from all you had.”

“Do you like the person you’ve become?”

“How am I gonna get myself back home?“

“There’s a hole in my soul. Can you fill it?”

“Dig them up. Let’s finish what we started.”

“You always take it further than I ever can.“

“Many days fell away with nothing to show.”

“How am I gonna be an optimist about this?“

“Now you’ve hit a wall and it’s not your fault.”

“Can you stand the person you’ve become?”

“All this bad blood here… won’t you let it dry?”

“We were caught up and lost in all of our vices.”

“I don’t want to hear you talk about it, anymore.”

“You must have the words in that head of yours.”

“Oh, where do we begin? The rubble or our sins?”

“Do you understand that we will never be the same again?“

“Things we lost to the flames… things we’ll never see, again.”

“These streets are yours. You can keep them. I don’t want them.”

“The future’s in our hands and we will never be the same, again.”

“Tell me a piece of your history that you’re proud to call your own.”

“All of your flaws and all of my flaws… they lie there, hand in hand.”

“We were born with nothing, and we sure as hell have nothing, now.”

“But, if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?”

“And if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you’ve been here before?”

[kxowledge]

Euripides, Bakkhai (tr. Gibbons)

[rpmemes-galore]

Bastille —  Bad Blood Album  {Sentence Starters}

“You’ve lost control.”

“They will come for you.”

“You lean towards despair.”

“You’ll drink yourself to death.”

“I was left to my own devices.”

“There was nowhere else to go.”

“Look who’s digging their own grave.”

“I won’t show my face here, anymore.”

“I hear you calling in the dead of night.”

“You ran into the night, from all you had.”

“Do you like the person you’ve become?”

“How am I gonna get myself back home?“

“There’s a hole in my soul. Can you fill it?”

“Dig them up. Let’s finish what we started.”

“You always take it further than I ever can.“

“Many days fell away with nothing to show.”

“How am I gonna be an optimist about this?“

“Now you’ve hit a wall and it’s not your fault.”

“Can you stand the person you’ve become?”

“All this bad blood here… won’t you let it dry?”

“We were caught up and lost in all of our vices.”

“I don’t want to hear you talk about it, anymore.”

“You must have the words in that head of yours.”

“Oh, where do we begin? The rubble or our sins?”

“Do you understand that we will never be the same again?“

“Things we lost to the flames… things we’ll never see, again.”

“These streets are yours. You can keep them. I don’t want them.”

“The future’s in our hands and we will never be the same, again.”

“Tell me a piece of your history that you’re proud to call your own.”

“All of your flaws and all of my flaws… they lie there, hand in hand.”

“We were born with nothing, and we sure as hell have nothing, now.”

“But, if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?”

“And if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you’ve been here before?”

[weltenwellen]

Adonis, trans. Khaled Mattawa, from ‘Celebrating Childhood’, Selected Poems

[divuigence-deactivated20260125]

❛ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞. 

indie portrayal of feitan portor from hxh, scripted by nerotoxins. please like / reblog if you are interested in writing together!

[queensconquest]

pinterest  quote  starter  call -   @lovelybullet​

“  There  is  something  appealing  in  empty  streets  of  the  city  at  3  am  with  its  empty  streets  and  cold  winds.  “

[lovelybullet]

paku leans back against the cobbled alley wall, smoke curling as it lingers about her lips. silhouetted by the street lights, chrollo’s imposing form blocks her view of the city beyond, but she can still see the reflection of traffic lights as they shift between colors, neon melting into puddles to give the night a transcendental, ethereal glow.

she shivers. he is right about the cold winds of the night, and she wonders if he feels the loneliness of it, too, as it passes, a fleeting touch, over their arms. with a smile, she briefly entertains the thought that, if she asked, he would lend her his coat, draping it over her shoulders like a shield against the night.

straightening and stifling the chill’s impact, she approaches him from behind and rests a gentle hand on his shoulder. ‘we should get going,’ she says, with just enough pressure in her touch and tone to convey her insistence. ‘the others will be waiting.’

@queensconquest

[inkskinned]

mom can you come get me things are getting bad again and i feel every insult like a sharp tooth and i feel my dreams rotting under my fingernails and i feel too much all the time or else i feel nothing at all and it doesn’t seem to matter if i drink and dance and party or if i stay at home curled up to study

mom are you sure when i was born i was a person and not just a vortex. always hungry. always swallowing. no matter how much goes in me i always end up empty.

[blackmedic]

[unchildhood]

EMIL M. CIORAN

The Trouble with Being Born, or De l’inconvénient d’être né (1998), translated by Richard Howard;

original photos and edit

[ritakumo]

little big - hypnodancer

[lovelybullet]

❝ come with me. ❞ ( also from Chrollo )

100 love sonnets // accepting // @queensconquest

-

for a moment, paku allows herself to dream.

it is habit and tragedy, to fantasize and imagine the impossible. but then, there is no other joy like envisioning a life unlived, beyond heartbreak and agony, in which she is all at once lovely and loved.

but too soon, grime and dust scorch the edges of her vision, and she is back in the present, stepping lightly to keep her heels from catching in the metal stairs, reaching to accept chrollo’s extended hand.

and when they emerge on the rooftop, the night is cool and damp. she shivers, wrapping her arms around herself. lights mar the darkness, blurred by distance and volume, but when she looks to chrollo for direction, she finds his face is lifted, his eyes drawn not to the city but to the heavens.

paku mimics him, leaning back her head to find the stars luminous in spite of the light. they dazzle and gleam, glittering like jewels, and she exhales unbidden, her breath visible against the dark sky.

for a moment, paku smiles.

[lovelybullet]

"I'm bored... do you want to go shopping?" (shizuku)

@animatrophy

-

paku blinks slowly, eyelashes heavy, before lifting her face to find shizuku in the doorway, dwarfed by the wide frame. tilting her head, paku considers the proposition.

‘is there somewhere specific you have in mind?” she asks, searching shizuku’s face. ‘i’m not opposed, but i’d prefer to know what you’re asking of me upfront.’

she imagines that, if shizuku has come to invite her, she has already been turned down by the others. paku’s idleness is well-known, after all. in spite of that, she finds the idea of shopping with shizuku to be a pleasant one, though she longs for something unexpected or exciting to accompany their outing.

[lovelybullet]

❝ absence is such a large house. ❞ ( from Chrollo )

100 love sonnets // accepting // @queensconquest

-

her first thought is not of how hollow his voice sounds in that moment, and nor is it of how her own heart pangs in echo of that ache. no, her mind sputters, bitter, with decadent poison: and what do you know of home?

she doesn’t say as much. she wraps her arms around herself and squeezes, as though force alone can hold her together. (It is pressure that creates diamonds, after all, so why couldn’t it do this much?)

‘they say it makes the heart grow fonder,’ she says, finally, splitting the silence. ‘but then, i suppose, you need a heart for that to be true.’

she has kept her gaze on everything but him, lingering in shadowed corners and following the long and jagged caverns carved by cracks in the walls. but now, at last, she turns to him and offers a smile.

‘it really has been too long.’

[crystallcoffin]

“I was terribly, terribly pretty. I looked like an angel, but I was a fiend inside.”

— Lee Miller, on her time as a Vogue model in the 1920s (via lifeinpoetry)

[lightlysources]

100 LOVE SONNETS by PABLO NERUDA (translated from Spanish to English), sentence starters. ↷

(may have been altered to better suit the rpc. feel free to change pronouns/etc.)

❝ you and i love, we are together. ❞ ❝ how did you come to conquer my soul? ❞ ❝ come with me. ❞ ❝ when i hold you, i hold everything. ❞ ❝ love is a journey of water and stars. ❞ ❝ kiss by kiss, i want to travel your infinity. ❞ ❝ do not forget me, remember that i love you. ❞ ❝ you are my replica of the multiplying universe. ❞ ❝ i love you as certain dark things are to be loved. ❞ ❝ i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. ❞ ❝ i love you because i know no other way than this: where i does not exist, nor you. ❞ ❝ love, i’ve made an inventory of your body. ❞ ❝ i love you for your clarity, your dark. ❞ ❝ in my dream, i’m a lost child. ❞ ❝ tell me when the light returns. ❞ ❝ beyond earth, beyond its shadowy dark, the splendor of our love will live. ❞ ❝ the world belongs to someone else — to no one. ❞ ❝ as i live by your side, i live with the earth. ❞ ❝ love cannot always fly without resting. ❞ ❝ i hunt for a sign of you in all the others. ❞ ❝ everything alive has two sides. ❞ ❝ will you leave me here dying? ❞ ❝ get used to seeing the shadow behind me. ❞ ❝ i am the owner of my own darkness. ❞ ❝ tie your heart to mine, and we will defeat the darkness. ❞ ❝ when you wake tomorrow, you will be someone else. ❞ ❝ i thought that i was dying. ❞ ❝ absence is such a large house. ❞

[lovelybullet]

Pads over and sits close by, cross-legged. No explanation given; he just liked to be near someone he trusted most times, an expression of silent companionship. He found Pakunoda's presence in particular to be quite soothing.

it is easy to settle into the comfort of solitude. there are days pakunoda finds her throat has grown sore from lack of activity, her joints stiff from stillness. she doesn’t mind company when it chooses to join her, but then, she often feels she has no right to even wish for it, let alone enjoy it.

but there is kortopi, soft-footed and quiet, positioned at the ideal distance, knowing where the edge of her sphere stops and resting just beyond it. they are not close enough to feel each other’s heat or near enough to hear each other’s breath, but there is peace in the knowledge that, should they look up, they may know that they exist together, in time and space, not alone and never lonely.

pakunoda allows a smile before returning her attention to the book in her grasp. she turns a page, considering whether she should invite kortopi closer or simply revel in the silent, shared bond stretching across the room.