#krkr

[63roku63]

Happy birthday, Kurapika!

[mirgothx]

“smoking kills”

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[morrowart]

tw// blood

now there's no holding back I'm making to attack

my blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out

the saints can't help me now the ropes have been unbound

I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground

[thelongforgottenglamorousdays]

HUNTER×HUNTER THE STAGE 2

~Kurapika x Kuroro moments~

Kuroro: Motohiro Ota (X)

Kurapika: Yuki Ogoe (X)

[sapin7]

[lucilferian]

What little beasties

[vallarii]

HxH behind! lol

[venprea]

bitches will do anything but go to therapy

[watermelonstick]

GET HIS ASS

[oxfish]

original sketch under the cut

[63roku63]

[mirgothx]

Black whale

[morrowart]

I drew kurokura bookmark design 🕷️⛓️

[itsillumi]

pairing: chrollo/kurapika theme: of monsters & massacre

the backseat is a lost religion. kurapika sits knee-to-knee with a leviathan: a monster, in the biblical sense. a criminal, in the traditional sense. chrollo’s voice is crowded in his throat, pushed back by claustrophobic chains and a lacking will. he refuses to speak and it boils kurapika’s blood—clots it. 

he wants chrollo to beg, to bargain. wants him to feel the rope of reality fraying against his teeth, like the only out is a careful monologue of why kurapika should let him live. chrollo says nothing, and they park in the open air of an empty airport. 

melody vacates the car, and leorio follows with a shared, meaningful glance in the rear-view. kurapika meets him straight and doesn’t move. there’s no reason to, not when isolation is all he’s ever sought with the spider. 

the spider, a massacre of a man, who’d sculpted kurapika’s being—premature and predestined—with little more than a chalice of eyes and a knife welded with bloody intention. 

“why did you do it?” kurapika waits until the car is empty, empty enough: they’re both still inside, and the chain jailing chrollo’s thoughts falls, clinks to circle his throat. “why did you ruin lives like you were paid by the hour?”

“because i was,” chrollo hums, smiles, and it’s mournful and insincere. “not by the hour, but by the piece. isn’t that far more beautiful?”

“it’s sinister,” kurapika counters. “it’s vile.”

“it is what it is,” chrollo drones. “would a lie to soothe your insecurities? i’m the wrong man to supply.”

kurapika’s forearm slams horizontal into his throat, pushes chrollo back into the leather. “we wouldn’t be here if you could lie your way to a long life. you’ll die, i’ll make sure of it.”

“we all die, chain-user,” chrollo’s eyes are a flat black, a faded sanity. “you would make a poor fortune-teller.” 

“i’m not out to be one,” kurapika hisses, gets on his knees and gets in chrollo’s face. it’s a dangerous moment, where proximity is both threat and promise. chrollo smiles, and those eyes are so focused on kurapika’s mouth, it’s a new fear. kurapika shoves his elbow with more aggression. “who do you think i am?”

“your heels will pierce the leather seat,” chrollo’s laugh is perfectly breathless, and his nose inches its way to touch kurapika’s. he lines them, pushes, until their mouths warm with shared breath. “you're a monster, chain-user. in the biblical sense.”

[sapin7]

based on this

[anticanonhearts]

pika pika