#darkpulsed

[grimalkill-blog]

darkpulsed started following you

owo what’s this?

[mendinggreed]

"wow that's dumb"

Wisp after a loving confession.

[uurameshii]

 [ @darkpulsed ]

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[ TEXT ] Gon [ 8:30 PM]: CUZ TRICK OR TREATING IS FOR FIVE-YEAR-OLDS!

Who was he kidding? He wanted candy just as much as any kid did... Just as long as the neighbors didn't skip out on the good candies. He hated when they gave out boring candy. He couldn’t begin to name all the houses he egged and TPed for being cheap with candy. 

Hell, he couldn’t do that this year. He had to set a good example, didn’t he?

[ TEXT ] Gon [ 8:32 ]: ....What should I dress up as anyway?? What are you gonna be?

[mediknight]

the hxh rpc community loving and appreciating sydney? it's more likely than you think

i am truly blessed here

[silencedwaltz]

darkpulsed replied to your post:

LIAR!!! you punched killua just the other day, don’t act like this isn’t your specialty

//actually I punched killua a while ago and wisp only just responded? I’ve turned over a new leaf since then. I went to rehab.

[silencedwaltz]

► punch ging just cause

He’s tired, and fed up. Normally Kite views the Hunter with starry eyes, the savior who could do him no wrong. But sometimes Ging’s frustrating behavior can wear him down, despite his best efforts to let it slide.

One hand pulls the brim of his own hat down in a vain attempt to hide the expression of increasing displeasure creeping across his lips and wrinkling his brow. Ging doesn’t mean to be awful, but he’s so callous; he says what he thinks no matter what, which often amounts to complaining about Kite’s presence. Normally, this would spur Kite to try to impress his mentor further, as is the motivation behind tough love. But today he finds himself annoyed at the other man’s dismissive attitude. Many months he had dutifully trailed behind Ging like a duckling, following him to the ends of the earth time and time again. 

And how is he repaid? Scathing, tactless remarks.

Kite’s fist swings out without thought, colliding with the man’s scruffy jaw before he has a chance to quell his burst of temper. He knows Ging could have dodged if he so desired, but instead he takes the blow impassively, glaring at Kite with disapproval even as his body is launched across the clearing like a ragdoll.

He’s panting heavily as Ging rises to his feet, brushing himself off without so much as flinching. It’s the adrenaline, not the exertion of the punch, that leaves Kite winded. His mentor’s expression is more unreadable than ever.

Ging opens his mouth to speak, and Kite holds his breath, expecting admonishment or at least some acknowledgement of his rebelliousness –

– but there is none. Instead, he continues his prattle as if nothing had happened, the only indication anything had occurred is the tiny splotch of red on his chin where Kite’s knuckles had collided with skin.

Why Kite had expected any different, he’s not sure.

[grimalkill-blog]

matching discord names for u and ur mortal enemy

[grimalkill-blog]

@decepteur αnd pítσu αrє dєlívєríng prєsєnts!

it was a quiet, peaceful place... the people there were simple, and they didn’t require much to live on. the majority of them were fishermen that came and left, with only a few permanent residents on the island. as such, it wasn’t difficult for hisoka and pitou to slip in unnoticed, mingling among the crowd.

at night, they struck.

it was child’s play to sneak into the boy’s home. pitou fondled the present in their hand, purring with delight over the prank they were about to play. they’d wrapped the box expertly, despite how new they were to this, and left a note:

for: gon freeccs.

inside the box? a small cloth doll, with long silver hair, a hooked nose, and a blue hat. it had apparently been torn apart and sewn back together again several times. it bore a crooked smile, visage almost mocking with its dead eyes.