#gel hxh

[just-some-toad]

[s0ftand0nly]

Gel and her gf

Tokarine has literally 3 panels and no colors for me to go off of so forgive me

[nyaiiaii]

Girlception

[pannacottababy]

So I asked a couple of my friends who their favorite HxH girls are, and if I have not drawn them before I will draw them. I got like 6 people to share their favorites and I put my favorite girl as well (Aunt Mito).

Biscuit Krueger is @scremmy-screm-scremmington's favorite girl and Amane is @ayellowapple's favorite girl. Some of my friends are in other platforms so I can't exactly tag them.

Hope you like it!

[mintmorrow]

me and who?

[turtledotjpeg]

what if we kissed in the black whale tier 3 first-class cabin 😳

[foundfamilyhq]

[b3achysurfer]

WHYD HE DO GEL LIKE THIS??

[stingray-art]

Poison Hunter

2020-04-25

[clorspak]

BAAAAHHHHHH!! Woman jumpscare!!!

[sullenhighstar]

Year of the gamer

[chrollogy]

PHANTOM TROUPE APPEARANCE RAAAAAAAAHH CHROLLO ‼️‼️‼️‼️ (he’s not even with them)

[killerkavity]

i 💜 gel

[justxaxbit]

A shout out to Togashi for drawing the hair down on his characters that usually wear it up

[ataraxiaspainting]

Hello! I just wanna say that i love your hxh x reader fics especially with chrollo, you just characterize him so well that i also wanted to read your thoughts about chrollo meeting or with a reader whos also huge theater kid and a performer who enjoys the spotlight? If you have the time though lol thank you sm!

omg 🥺🩷 thank you so much!!!! chrollo is just a rat king who deserves rat characteristics ngl... i'll be happy to write something for you! <333

Warnings: Yandere themes, implications of future kidnapping, stalking, spoilers for Chrollo’s backstory (Sarasa), and mentions of past violence (not against the reader, it’s just what comes with the Chrollo territory lol).

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Chrollo, despite everything he has done, is still a man, a human – just in some ways more than others.

The blood that flows within everyone’s veins is unchanging as a whole. There is mostly water – a mix of hydrogen and oxygen – but also proteins, electrolytes, vitamins, and nutrients.

His lungs need to breathe, and it sometimes gets a bit stuffy when cigarette smoke comes inside of them.

His skin wraps around his chest, his legs, his head; every part of him, and he takes excellent care of it every day and every night. His entire routine makes him not have a worry in the world when it comes to his body.

An ice pack while doing crunches. A deep cleanser lotion. 

A water-activated gel cleanser. A honey almond body scrub. An exfoliating gel scrub. An herb-mint facial mask. After shaving, he applies another lotion with no alcohol in it.

It’s all to appear like a man, a human, this shell that may as well be a carcass nowadays. That is if it was not for his still beating heart.

“O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.”

Chrollo’s television speakers are good, but your rendition of an iconic line somehow made the sound quality even better in his eyes.

Being an actor, being loved, and loving people who come to love you… such is memories of a past he won’t forget no matter what.

You remind him of her in some ways. On and off stage, you’re always smiling – and always trying to make other people smile as well. You remind him of himself in some ways. You’re a leader of that still failing acting department and trying your best to fix it up by yourself.

In the eyes of a man far from being a man, you’re a tool to have sympathy for. Chrollo knows you’ll never complete large things because he has tried them. He has tried many things to be a good person. They never worked. You won’t succeed.

But it’s alright.

He won’t help you… But he will garner some funds. An anonymous donation to that theater you try hard to uphold despite those loan sharks always coming after you. Money made from blood will only hurt you if he tells you. No one else will. He’ll make sure of that. He will be the one to tell you when your little waltz inevitably has you falling into his arms.

He won’t help you. He’s a selfish thing – humanity has far been erased from him. He can’t get it back no matter how many bodies he stuffs beneath the ground or has rot on the surface. He’ll still try. He’s tried already, but the humanity that has been erased from him is still missing after all these years.

Treasure your last months, he wants to tell you. I wonder how it will feel to hold you. I wonder how it will feel to be held too, in due time.

I wonder how it will feel to be able to land on.

To fall and rest.

To take good care of someone and have them stay.

To hold my hair.

They’re all selfish notions. They aren’t human – or at least what humanity pretends to be.

But it’s alright, he tells himself. Their humanity will be stripped from them soon too.

Then the bond will be formed, and you can’t leave. Not just won’t.

Can’t.

[citrusgender]

what if gel from hxh had a rectangle on her head and sang