#mito freecs

[silverliningspidey]

wip of a mito character study something. i love her. and i love her and gon. and this just happened. writing block so strange lately. this is the only thing ive been able to work on successfully. huh. hopefully back on my killugon bs soon.

now published !!

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

[warriordragonart]

1999 screenshot redraw on my cintiq! :D

[headcansxfanfictions]

Because Mito Freecss is Gon’s mother figure I think people forget that she is only 23 at the beginning of the story (25 in current arc) Thats a year younger than Illumi😂

(No Ging didn’t leave Gon just with 11 year old Mito. He left Gon with with his and Mito’s grandma but as she got older Mito took over caring for Gon probably because it became harder for Grandma to.)

[arcaladiwoompa]

I was having fun so I decided to keep going with this!

For 018 Imp's Wink

Pakumito Western AU

Image description: Pakunoda is standing very close behind Mito, teaching her how to aim a shotgun in front of a saloon. (Let's just assume the streets are otherwise deserted while this is going on.)

Pakunoda has her hands placed over Mito's hands. Mito is blushing and looking back at Pakunoda, which is definitely not the correct way to aim at a target! Both ladies are wearing western movie style dresses, button down shirts, and hats with broad brims.

[ishouldgetatumbler]

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

Hey I’m finally posting my Mito/Illumi fanfic,

This is the first couple parts, I have the whole thing written but I’ll post it later on.

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   A man was sitting at her kitchen table. He was tall, even sitting he was nearly as tall as Mito. He was watching her with the palm of one hand resting on the back of his other. His hair was long and black; it seemed expensively cared for. His clothes were clashing, and poofy, but his face was all business. Mito wanted to curl up in fear of his big dead eyes.

Right. Okay.

   She was standing in the doorway of her home, holding a fish by the severed fishing line. Her hair was tied back and her dress was sky blue with clouds drawn from spilled bleach and white paint. It was darker blue at the knees and below, where the marsh water soaked it through. Her rubber boots squelched on the tiles of her kitchen, mud caked wellington boots oozing onto the floor.

Right. Okay.

   She set down her catch on the cutting board before stepping on the toe of her rubber boot and working herself free of it. The next shoe she stood on one foot to pull off with her hands. She set the both of them in a tin caked with sand and dry and turned to the person sitting at her table.

   He was still there, eyes on her curiously as she stood in soaked wooly socks. The fact he was still there made the fear worse.

   Right. Okay.

   "Ging isn't here right now."

   The man cocked his head to one side, curiously.

   "You're not the first person to try this. I don't know where Ging is and I don't know how to find him."

  She'd said that to everyone who had come through looking for Ging. It was the truth, but she always imagined she could find Ging if she really wanted to.

   "Gon Freecs? Do you know where he is?"

   That was new. Gon really did take after his father.

   "No."

  The stranger looked at her reproachfully. He wasn't the first to believe breaking into her house would scare her. They'd come and gone, polite euphemisms for threats and poorly concealed weapons. She didn’t see any weapons, but the man was too calm to be threatening her without one.

   "He broke my arm." He added after a moment, still reproachful.

   She gave a tight smile with no humor or joy.

   "I'm sorry to hear that."

   The stranger continued to look reproachfully at her.

   "He kidnapped my brother as well. Boys really should not be taken from home at such a formative age."

   "Kidnapping? That doesn't sound like Gon."

   "I'm very certain he did. Killua Zoldyck?"

  Things clicked into place. She tried to remember his name, scrawled on loose leaf paper three times folded. Gon's handwriting was nearly illegible when he was excited. That name was in one of the three paragraphs reduced to squiggles as he talked about Killua.

   "Illumi is it?"

   He raised both his hands from the table, putting them up as if to say 'you caught me.'

   "Hi."

Keep reading

[storybookprincess]

this enormous freak out happens because of a dishwasher.  no i will not elaborate.  you can read the new chapter here!!!!

[amoxclav]

the way i am loving the ging discourse... like yes his intention hadn't been to drop gon off on whale island and never see him again, yes mito forced his hand to do so, yes she was a 13 year old child at the time who was rightfully angry at his irresponsibility (and perhaps even at leaving her behind in the first place), yes he could have made an effort regardless to visit his son, yes he was too much of a coward to do so, yes he still cares about gon even if he wasn't a good father to him

[solaarts]

For the HxH 2020 gift exchange! My recipient was @ subdee, for the prompt “the wackiest f/f (friend)ship you can think of, and give it a science fiction setting” Sadly there aren’t too many gals in HxH to begin with, so I went for a Bisky-Mito-Palm trio!  I imagine they’re all exploring the cosmos together and (occasionally, with much resignation) answering a distress call from Gon or Killua. Bisky is the pilot, Mito is most definitely the captain of her own ship (or the ultra-responsible First Mate) and Palm is probably in charge of Navigation (Wink Blue).

Hope you all enjoy!! (especially you subdee!!!! <3 <3 <3)

(mine’s a touch late b/c SCIFI AAH)