#i need chrollo

[gitikrait]

thinking ab allumi 😭😭😭 love my girl ngl

[queijac]

I'll live the rest of my life as a villain.

[ddarker-dreams]

yan chrollo has a not-so-subtle obsession for 'helping' you put things on.

the dresses he picks out for you have zippers along the back, necessitating his involvement. he drags the process out on purpose. his fingers will ghost from your bare spine upwards, stopping at the nape of your neck, where he'll sweep any stray stands of hair away. hurrying him up is a fruitless endeavor — he somehow goes even slower if you tell him to pick up the pace.

"we don't have all day," is met with him replying:

"but we'll have all night."

so it's better you let him carry out his 0.5 speed maneuvers.

still, that's nothing compared to him sliding your tights into place. he isn't big on the patterned kinds, preferring them black or sheer. he'll have you sit on the side of the bed while he kneels before you. the intensity behind his stare while he quietly rolls the fabric up makes you shiver, even in the height of summer. he's so taken with his task that any nervous prattling on your part is met with noncommittal hums. it's the one time you wish he'd keep a conversation going, as the silence is heavy.

this behavior bleeds into everything.

during the colder months, he helps you in and out of your coat. necklaces, bracelets and anklets are clasped around you with reverence. this extends to your cosmetics as well. he'll trace his thumb along the outline of your lower lip, claiming to have seen 'a smudge,' that both of you know to be nonexistent.

don't mistake these acts for that of a gentleman. it's for his satisfaction, above all else.

[phinpaku]

This old hxh game boy game cover art is soooo cuteee 😭

[yanknowalready]

Sleep Aid

yandere Chrollo Lucilfer x reader

[0.9k words] general yandere content

How many days has it been now since you slept in your bed, you wonder. At this point you doubted if even the familiarity of your own mattress would allow you to relax. Certainly not while Chrollo was around. The fact he let you have your own room did help, but only so much, especially when you learned how little resistance a locked door poses. For a while, you had thought waiting until you couldn't hear his footsteps outside the door would indicate it was finally safe to let up on your vigilance. A failed attempt to use that as a chance to escape revealed how a lack of noise did not mean a lack of his presence. Now you couldn't even rely on the silence to calm your racing heartbeat.

A quiet groan escapes your throat as you pull the covers up over your eyes. Thoughts of how terrible tomorrow would be, having to deal with your captor on no sleep, began to plague your mind. Unfortunately the interruption to these thoughts brought no sense of relief. The sound of the door opening has you bolting upright, panic pulling your restless eyes open further.

"Oh good, you're not sleeping yet." It was a pointless comment, you both knew that before he had even approached the door, Chrollo was aware you were awake. You still didn't understand how, but he always seemed able to sense your emotional state, not to mention your exact location. "I was hoping to spend some time with you tonight before I had to leave for Troupe business." Even without supernatural powers like his, you could tell he didn't particularly care if you bought his performative lines.

Rolling over to face away from him, you mutter, "Would it even matter to you if I was asleep?" You pull your limbs in close, contenting yourself to the traces of comfort such trivial defenses could provide.

"Of course it matters!" He protests, mocking offense, "I'm not going to do anything to you while you are sleeping, what do you take me for?"

You turn back only far enough to shoot him a glare. As far as you could tell, he had kept his word on that, low bar that it was. What you couldn't tell was whether it was out of some twisted sense of chivalry, or if your futile attempts to fight back invoked schadenfreude. If there was anything he genuinely wanted to do to you, being awake would hardly be enough to stop him.

The mattress shifts noiselessly as Chrollo lays down behind you, but the covers pull tight, not loose. He's granting you the flimsy barrier of fabric... or so you thought. You flinch when he places his hand on your bicep, gently stroking the skin with his thumb.

"Why do you even bother if you won't even acknowledge my objections."

He leans his head against the back of yours. "I'm ensuring you are aware of my intentions towards you. Good communication is supposed to be important for cultivating a healthy relationship with loved ones after all."

"Ha!" You scoff, "as if you didn't lose your chance to qualify for a 'healthy relationship' when you threatened to kill people if I didn't cooperate with your abduction."

His chuckle causes goosebumps to raise where his breath touched your neck. "I did no such thing! I merely stated how no one would need to die if you came with me peacefully, and you did. Any insinuations you may have read into what could happen otherwise was completely out of my control. The way I see it, you are here by your own choice, so there is no reason I need to feel guilty showing affection." As if to emphasize the point, he lets go of your bicep to wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer and laying your head against his chest.

It was ironic to hear his heartbeat slowing, clearly finding repose in this quiet moment with you. Meanwhile, your own heart seemed to be imitating the drum for a heavy metal song. Despite the anxiety keeping you from sleep, your body had reached the point of exhaustion where all you could do was close your eyes and try to focus your thoughts on whatever songs you could call to mind to accompany your rapid metronome, instead of on the man holding you captive, at the moment more literally than usual.

After what seemed a concert's worth of drumming in your chest, you hear a melancholic sigh. "As nice as it would be to linger in this embrace, I do have others who are waiting on me," he whispers, wiping away the tears that had been coalescing in your eyes, "sleep well, dear." He places a kiss on your forehead before his weight is gone from the bed and the door makes a soft click.

You roll over to face the door, back to the wall, giving yourself a more or less full view of the room. Once you feel certain he actually is gone, you are finally able to slow your breath, the sudden lack of adrenaline allowing your exhaustion to overtake you. As you begin to drift off, you remembered how incurably awake you felt before Chrollo came in, and wonder if he did this on purpose; his way to "help" with your insomnia. An expression of love as twisted as the man performing it, you think bitterly before consciousness leaves you.

[diaphanous-dianthus]

So I’ve been milling over this idea for awhile but I decided to bite the bullet on it and do it because I’m bored and have had a creative block the past couple days so here it goes:

Perfume/Scent matching the Phantom Troupe members based on what I’d think they’d personally wear

Chrollo Lucilfer: Nosferatu - Heretic Parfum

For Chrollo, I think he’d wear something that makes him inconspicuous. After all, he’s the shadowy mysterious leader of the Troupe. Also the brand name is oddly fitting considering Chrollo’s whole vibe/aesthetic.

This perfume is like a ghost, just barely a whisper but it still remains present. The petrichor note gives this fragrance an aquatic yet earthy feel. The florals are not too fruity or too sweet, they are almost a bit green. By no means this perfume is a powerhouse - quite the opposite. But this doesn’t mean it’s doesn’t make a statement. Just when you almost forget that it’s there, the whiff of rain-soaked lilacs drifts by.

Side note: Also another honorable mention is L’Orpheline by Serge Lutens. I haven’t gotten my nose on that one, but I think from what I’ve read about it and seeing the notes I think it also very much fits his character. (also lowkey he probably really likes sweet gourmand perfumes as someone who has a sweet tooth per the drama CDs, though he’d probably wouldn’t wear it himself unless it was for a disguise or something)

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Perfume Matching the Phantom Troupe

Machi Komacine

Hisoka Morow

Phinks Magcub

Shizuku Murasaki

Pakunoda

[chrollohearttags]

where’s my fellow chrollo gyals at?? 👀

[lavandulawrites]

Chrollo fucking me would fix me.

[monosanimegenericzone]

Hunter x Hunter: some interesting things i noticed in the hisoka vs chrollo fight

because this fight wont leave my head.

i am BEGGING someone to animate this. toei, mappa, bones, pl e a s e. hear my cries.

chrollo is sanji fr

he attacks exclusively with his legs

for the entirety of the fight

and while his blows aren't harming hisoka as much as he'd like, he is still striking with an absurd amount of force.

he's also striking with primarily his right leg. with the exception of his last blow which was a particularly spicy midair dodgeroll. so that implies he's right handed, which does make holding the book in his right hand a big ol problem.

but damn sir. the kicking is insane.

the reason chrollo wasn't able to block hisoka's surprise attack and why hisoka was very capable of withstanding 5 chrollo kicks straight to the dome was probably because of Ko. Hisoka was on defense for the entirety of this fight, he was probably using Ken or Ten to block most of the damage, and Bungee Gum is a relatively low aura cost ability. therefore, hisoka has a (pure guesswork) 20:80 attack to defense aura ratio.

meanwhile chrollo is maintaining his book which is a ???? aura cost. i genuinely don't know. and the abilities he uses are completely free of charge unless specified otherwise. like, unless i read the explanation wrong, he literally can use any ability he wants for free. and that is busted as shit.

but, he is not a natural enhancer. in fact he has a 20% efficiency in enhancer techniques so his offense and defense are significantly weaker than hisoka's purely based on those stats. but, he's making the most of it and if i had to guess, was striking hisoka with Ko as hard as he could.

that leaves the rest of him defenseless if we're going to assume a 5:10:85 ratio of Hatsu, Ken and Ko. which is why hisoka was able to draw blood with one strike and chrollo had to strike five times.

IT AINT THAT HISOKA CRAZY STRONG IT THAT CHROLLO OVERCOMPENSATING ATTACK FOR DEFENSE. which was smart in the moment, but was that honestly calculated? sir your pretty face got messed up ;-;

AND. he changed hats >:O

well he changed entire fits but thats beside the point. look at his silly little hat.

this is a . . . .

nen nerd post?

it's part nen nerd part hello mr lucilfer.

[i-need-sleep-plea]

I made 2 pairs of earrings this week

Made this one for my friend and yes that's Lan Zhan

And I made this for myself it's inspired by Chrollo Lucilfer's earrings

[teeny-sparrows]

Realizing you ship a rare pair and a popular pair in a fandom is so weird. Wdym I ship leorio with chrollo (extremely rare ship) but also ship leopika????

[ddarker-dreams]

How much do you think it takes to fluster the husband rotation???

it doesn't take much?? not most people's definition of 'much', at least.

for chrollo, overhearing you talk about him (whether it be on the phone or you haven't noticed him standing there yet) gives him pause. it's in instances like these that people reveal their true colors. he's confident in his ability to read you, sure, but hearing your unfiltered thoughts out loud? that's an opportunity he'd kill for. metaphorically and literally. he waits with bated breath, almost embarrassed by his anticipation. you'd think he was a school girl eavesdropping on her crush. and when he hears you not only call him handsome, but emphasize just how much you enjoy your discussions with him? those very discussions that he cherishes dearly? he smiles without realizing it. faced with death, his heart remains steady. faced with anything related to you, it can't slow down.

gojo is, to the surprise of no one, kinda weird. you could huskily whisper the naughtiest line into his ear — he'd just grin and flirt back. he gets so caught up in outdoing you that he forgets to feel embarrassed. want to leave him speechless and knock the air from his lungs? it's surprisingly simple. steal one of his shirts, wear it as your PJs, then doze off waiting for him to return home. he secretly feels bad that his work hours are so erratic. he'll tell you not to stay up for him, but that doesn't mean he isn't touched when you try. the idea of you sitting there, fighting to stay awake because you want to spend time with him? cupid's arrow couldn't compare to the emotions that makes him experience. this, along with the added bonus of his too large shirt engulfing your form does him in. gojo takes enough pictures to necessitate buying additional cloud storage.

for scaramouche..................... just be nice to him without ulterior motives. that's it. no, really. he can't comprehend kindness. he understands transactions, where anything done for the sake of another is still ultimately for one's own benefit. this cynicism has helped him navigate fatui politics yet impedes any personal growth. brew him his favorite bitter tea, organize his belongings, gift him a homemade trinket; he'll flitter through multiple emotions. suspicion, confusion, then, finally, this warm sensation in his supposedly hollow chest that he can't find a word for. this little act haunts him. he can't stop obsessing over it. he wants to find proof that you're like every other wretched, self-serving creature in this world — (or does he?) — but his investigation proves unsuccessful. confronted by this undeniable reality, he's left to wrestle with the implications. you're genuinely thoughtful (ew) and most egregious of all, he likes it (ew x2). this is going to be his undoing, isn't it...?

blade is similarly simple. you needn't jump through hoops of fire to get his obstinate heart pounding. as for what does him in most effectively — your greetings. it's why he shows up unannounced. you'll freeze, giving him a once over, eyebrows cutely scrunching together as your brain puts two and two together. then stars twinkle in your eyes. you glow with the radiance of a thousand suns, running at him, your arms outstretched and legs keen on jumping. he catches you with ease. he's grateful that your face is buried into his chest. otherwise, you'd spot how the tip of his ears go red. what has he ever done to deserve such an enthusiastic welcome? nothing, as far as he's concerned. he doesn't deserve it, doesn't deserve you, yet here you are, excitedly rambling in his arms over his return. he'll say he just happened to be in the star system and decided to stop by. don't believe him. he traveled across the universe for you.

[castawavy]

my yearly rewatch of hxh = yearly remake of chrollo

[aiphosss]

my phantom troupe obsession is going to be the death of me

[dear-bunnie]

I know why a lot of Hunter X Hunter fics are centered around York new city because it’s basically New York living out in the city fancy but like we can’t hang around heavens arena? Take a vacation with chrollo on whale island let’s switch it up yall! Study that HxH map.

[chrollohearttags]

I miss chrollo 😔