📍 big brother's watching. 📍

independent illumi zoldyck from hunter x hunter.

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kaawoshin:

Hisoka doing shitty card tricks

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“Who let that cat in? Either let me needle it or put it down.”

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(I haven’t been feeling this muse lately so I’m going to focus on Pariston to try and get back into a writing mood. Feel free to stop by and plot!)

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"... Don't ask why I'm doing this..." Swallowing the lump that suddenly appeared in her throat, she leaned up and gave the other a quick kiss on the lips before pulling back with an embarrassed and clearly flustered expression. (iM SO SORRY I WAS ASKED TO DO THIS ALAN JHDFDBSLKJ)

Illumi reacts with all the vibrance of a dead shark--his rubbery lips cold, fishy and unresponsive, his stare glassy and unblinking. His parents did something like this all the time; what they saw in it, he’d never know.

As the girl pulls away, a chasm forms between his words and his mouth, and he speaks only after an obvious pause.

“--Are you done?”

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freakxnewxdance:

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galleryfxke:

  “It will bleed, yes.” Kortopi conceded, the pair of them locking eyes as if they were engaged in a staring contest. “Whether it would decay is debatable, unless you speed up the process. The clone’s existence will only last up to 24 hours–such is the limit I have placed on my conjurations.”

  Illumi’s proposition was not entirely unexpected, and the pieces began to assemble in the tiny conjurer’s mind. Questions about blood, decaying–Kortopi figured he was going to attempt to fake his own death. The reason was of no concern to him, though he did wonder if he was doing it to get somebody off of his trail–he shuddered to think of someone who outmatched the skilled assassin enough to make the Zoldyck want to attempt such desperate means.

"That’s enough time for me. Hold on--” The assassin wriggles his phone out of a tight pants-pocket and dials one of his relatives--Milluki, as it were--to explain. A cutesy female robot’s voice is audible over the phone--his voicemail interface.

“Millu--I’m testing something out. If you see a corpse that looks like mine somewhere in the house, don’t let Mom see it before you tell her it’s not actually real, just decoration for Killu’s coming-home party.”

Illumi hangs up, and turns his hollow gaze on Kortopi once more. “Meet me tomorrow in the town at the base of Kukuroo Mountain.”

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ignisxsicarius:

——-♜ A sharp intake of breath, tears welling in his large eyes as he desperately attempts to not notice the pain. He thinks it really just hurt more because his big brother was the one to do it (and none too gently). 

The child continues to watch the teen, cradling his hand to his chest. Observing every small change in demeanor and emotion he had. Killua still wanting to cheer up his brother in any way he could think of. But before he can really get a word in edgewise his face is met with Illumi’s hand and resounding slap.

That causes the tears to spill over and small fingers to hold his red cheek.

“I dunno what you mean, ‘lumi–!” He musters the strongest voice he can, taking a step toward his brother though every fiber of his being is screaming at him to just run back into the estate and leave Illumi alone.

“I can’t kill a whole town! That’s wrong! And I couldn’t do it faster than you.. you’re lots stronger!” Killua sniffs in, wiping his face and shaking his head.

“You’re just tryna take out your fwustration on the town!”

Emotional vocabulary meant nothing to him--sliding off his frozen porcelain face and falling uselessly at his feet. There was no ‘frustration’ to Illumi--only success or failure--and there was no failure, either, simply persisting at a task until it became success.

His full height looms over his tiny brother, chin-length hair already beginning to stand out with the spike in his aura--and the lanky teenager looks huge, deadly, a mess of vicious limbs and hellish eyes already leaving afterimages in Killua’s vision.

"Shut up. I told you--I don’t care, Killu. Are you doing it or not? I’ll tell Mom and Dad you failed a mission if you don’t do it.”

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phinkss:

The evolution of Ging in the 2011 anime

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(gonna do a reply spam as soon as i finally get some art done that i’ve been meaning to do all week!)

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Pets the kittyllua.

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galleryfxke: 

  “I can only copy the entirety of what I touch. For example, if you gave me an arm, I would only be able to copy the arm and nothing and else. If you need me to clone an entire person, I need exactly that.”

  Kortopi couldn’t deny he was curious of the man’s intentions–perhaps he would find out with more interaction with the Zoldyck, or he would outright ask, if that proved unhelpful.

“And will a cloned corpse bleed like a real one? Decay like a real one?” he prods--relentless stare drilling holes into the curtain of silver hair. The Zoldyck’s spindly fingers lace together on the table.

“--Make a clone of me.” 

Illumi could do the rest--make it look like it wasn’t an accident. Make it look like somebody really wanted him dead--perhaps even his own hand--and if only Killua had been around to do something, he could have been saved. He would revel in how Killua grieved and mourned--and he’d know the truth that his dear brother loved him just as much as he did.

For that kind of payoff, what was a couple thousand jenny, anyway?

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Okay Mr. Zolydck, I'm sure you're ready for another pleasant session. I hope you've remembered to leave your needles at the front desk, so we wont have another 'incident' like last time, right? Well if you did, then lets begin. Now, based on the notes from your previous and late psychiatrist. It would seem that you have a few problems regarding your relationship with your siblings. Tell me how you view your relationship with each of them? Do you think its healthy or toxic?

On anon, be my muse’s psychiatrist and ask them questions!

“I don’t see what the problem is. I have tried to be a good brother to all of my brothers.”

“Milluki needs to try harder and embody our family’s potential. He’s fat and lazy--but that is his problem, and he needs to take better care of himself. I try to push him, but nothing seems to work. Maybe if I needled myself to look like one of his cartoons?”

“Killua, I put my heart and soul into making sure he does well. He is my purpose in life. I give up so much for him and he gives nothing back. If he would only be grateful to his elders, things would be so much easier.”

“Kalluto is young, but he is talented. Dad says he could be a backup heir--but Killua is so much more suited to it. It’s Killua who’s meant to be the pride of the family. I will train Kalluto if necessary, but I’d like to avoid that if possible.”

“I love my brothers. But it is my duty to make sure they grow up strong and right. Sacrifices have to be made.”

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On anon, be my muse’s psychiatrist and ask them questions!

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