the nicest heartbeat in the city

telemaco. they/them. 22.

[lutra-space]

📍 The hunter association HQ, lounge room

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ref:

I like the values of this picture so it was fun to study and use for an art on my hyperfix lol

[veresghost]

[ninetiesblondes]

you know what they do to guys like us in prison

[scarleteyedbstard]

i'm okay. i'm koay. i'm

[angular-annular]

every year i get a little sadder about them

[scarleteyedbstard]

if leorio has a million fans i am one of them. if leorio has ten fans then i am one of them. if leorio has only one fan then that is me. if leorio has no fans then that means i am no longer on earth. if the world is against leorio, i am against the world.

[fungerpolice]

I think there is great potential for a leopika 90's musician au where leorio is the frontman of a numetal rap rock band and kurapika is an angsty singer songwriter type artist ala tori amos. And they haaaaate each other

[gayestcowboy]

t4t leopika

[shent-shent]

Wooohooo, kings of my heart 🫦

slightly unfinished, but I guess I'll just leave them as they are))

[scarleteyedbstard]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

twirls hair. first time posting fics in this fandom

[cape-cod-lullaby]

your face when you feel complicit in the birth of a monster (i love you theta)

[filia-floris]

Doodle

[wafflss]

chimera ants arch spares no one

[oawhirpa]

Hope, adoration and worryness... (this is my art, please don't repost it >__<)

[diaryof4fart]

just started reading the succession arc and so far this is all i’m seeing

[animentality]

[scarleteyedbstard]

sometimes i think about the scene from episode 7 of the 1999 anime, the one about leorio dealing with his grief about pietro, and the sound of the church bells.

those are not mourning bells. they are sunday mass bells.

i might be overthinking this, but i feel like there's something to be said there.

[scarleteyedbstard]

it's like. there's this uncomfortable dissonance between what you see and what you hear. the sunday mass bells are something so familiar, so mundane. so normal. while leorio is sitting there, in the sunset, right next to pietro's burning coffin.

like all the rest of the community is having just another sunday, but leorio is still mourning, with some grief that just... leaves him alienated, somehow. alone with the burning corpse of a friend while everyone else is just celebrating another mass. almost in different times.