and well here you go

7. JokerXReader!

Anon: Please can you write one where the reader meets the Joker at a masquerade ball.

I’m sorry it took a little bit longer to post it and I feel like this isn’t my best work, but my day was pretty crappy and I’m tired as hell, but I hope you enjoy it anyways. :) 

A great night, many people and a lot of masks.

That’s the three magical reasons you were in here.

Well, not really, but it was fun to imagine you would go here, just because of some rich masqueraded people, who wanted to talk to you.

Why are you here?

Why are you joining us?

How much money do you have donated for the Arkham Asylum?

Blah, blah, blah.

No that really wasn’t the reason you were here.

You were here, because you’re a beautiful, young business lady who was dealing with the total opposite of Gothams society, the anti-society if you wanted.

And today you should met a man who had called your little service several times, to come into business with you.

You didn’t know who he was, he never mentioned his name, when he called your business planner a few times, he just said that he wanted you to help him.

You decided to do the job, ‘cause you were a little curious about this guy.

You never personaly talked to him, but he seems to be very  intimidating and you loved how rigid he was about calling you.

He offered you a very good price for your help, on which you could already tell, what kind of man he must be.

Most likely a very succesful crime boss, or something like that.

„Heared the ice-diamond, is worth half a million dollar“, a mysterious low voice said behind you as you were looking at the todays exhibit.

During the masquerade ball, this shiny little thing in the glasscase above the stage, should be selled by auction for a new donation given to the Arkham Asylum.

„Yes. Insane how such a little thing could bring so much money, if you gave it into the right hands“, you answered with a smile, as you turned around to the man who spoke to you.

He was taller than you, covered into a black tux, with a white rose on his lapel and an also white bow-tie.

The mask he wores, was an adaptation of the old theater face.

The one which got a smile on it’s right side and a sad face on the left side.

But this man‘s mask was a very different one, and far away from the original, ‘cause his two faces both smiled, the one on the right side just a little bit, (it was grinning) but the other one on the left was nearly bursting into laugther and the words HAHAHA were engraved at the left side of the cheek.

„What’s your name, doll?“, the man said and took a step towards you.

„My name’s (Y/N)“, you answered.

„Well, than we’ve got some business plans tonight, my dear“, the man replied as he looked you straight into your (e/c) eyes and gave you a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

You blushed a little, you’ve never met someone who did that to you.

Who was this man?

„And with whom do I have the pleasure, since you’ve called my business planner more than a few times, Mr …?“

„Call me Mr J, sweetheart“, the man said.

„Well than Mr J, let’s talk about business“, you said with a flirty smile.

You didn’t know what it was, but this man impressed you.

He was kinda dangerous even though you couldn’t see his whole face, behind the mask.

His voice was the thing that made him so unique.

It was so … you couldn’t even discribe it, you’d never heared something like that before.

„Wanna dance?“, he suddenly asked.

He afford you his arm and took you over to the dancefloor, where a lot of couples already danced.

„So, pretty little (Y/N). The reason I called you were, that I wanted this job to be done right. I’ve got a lot of goons and henchman, but they’re all not clever enough to break into this alarm system. I needed someone who is clever enough and also …“, he came a bit closer to you, while you two danced and took your face into his gloved hands.

A shiver ran down your spine and you felt like something hits your stomach.

„ … graceful …“, his lips nearly touched yours, as he spoke on, „ … charming … and pretty at the same time. So there was only one person to call, my dear. And that was you.“

„And what’s your plan, Mr J?“, you asked as you traced the HAHAHA on his mask, with your finger.

He followed your moves with watchful eyes.

Oh, his eyes.

They were blue, as you looked at them, blue and cold.

„You and me, doll. We will steal the diamond“, he whispered.

„And how do we do that?“

„First of all, we will act like we‘re belong to this clueless idiots here, and when the auction starts, we will have a lot of fun.“

He flashes you a big grin, that popped nearly out of his mask and made your heart jump.

This smile …

That looks so familiar to you, but where have you seen it once before?

„But by now, until the show begins …“, Mr J said without ending his sentence, ‘cause right in that moment he pushed you into him and startet dancing with you.

„We have got time to know each other a little better.“

He leads you through every song that was played, until you were completely breathless.

He was one of the best dancers you’d ever met and slowly you began to wonder if there was a single thing that this man couldn’t do nearly perfect.

„So tell me, (Y/N). Why does a pretty litlle thing like you deal with criminal lunatics like me?“, he asked near by your ear, as he wrapped his arms around your waist, for the next song that came on.

„I don’t know, maybe I have a thing for dangerous things“, you said.

„That would explain, why you are with me, right now“, he said and smiled again.

A smile that bared his teeth, his silver teeth and now you remembered, where you had seen this smile the last time.

It was in the news time last week.

Now your smile grows into a real grin.

„What’s so funny, doll?“, Mr J asked a little leery this time.

You turned your head to reach his ear with your mouth.

„I know who you are, Mr J“, you whispered.

He grabbed you harder by your waist, and just danced you out of the hall, where he pushed you at the next wall and pressed his body against yours, so that you couldn’t make any move.

„Are you scared now, (Y/N)?“, he asked with an eerie voice.

But all you could do was laughing.

„Not even a bit“, you said softly and took his mask off his face.

„Why not?“, he whispered and gave your cheek a gently touch.

„‘Cause I love dangerous men.“

„That’s a good answer, baby“, Joker said and pulled your mask out off your face.

Yours were just for the eyes, but still Joker seemed to be very amazed about what he saw now.

„Now look at this beautiful girl“, he said.

„You wanna give Mr J a big kiss?“, he asked with a passionate look in his eyes.

And without waiting for you to repeat, he pressed his lips against yours.

His kiss was hard and rough but you loved how ungently he was.

„You like that?“, he asked, obviously teasing you.

„Yes …“, you muttered and tried to kiss him back, but this time he just smiled and said: „Beg for it, baby.“

„Say you want me. Say you need me“, he whispered still a few centimeters apart from your lips.

„I want you …“

„I can’t hear you, darling“, Joker said with an evil grin onto his face and laughed as you were trying to taste from his lips again, he holds you back and strokes your lips with his index finger.

„Say it louder“, he whispered, ready to let you kiss him again.

„I want you“, you said nearly breathless.

„And?“, he looked at you seriously.

„I need you, J.“

„That’s a good girl“, he repeated and lets you kiss him with everything you got.

Blood was pulsating in your veins, as he responds the kiss even more aggressiv than the last time.

It felt so good.

No man ever, had kissed you like this before.

Mod Note!

Wow, day one was amazing! I’m so glad everyone is pitching in! This is turning out so amazing and I’m so happy!

I still haven’t figured out how to put music on this theme even though there is that option, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out eventually! Everyone has been so amazing offering encouragement and help, and I’m so happy!

Now, to get to what this mod note is really about: tag me in your selfies! This is a blog about fandom positivity, all sorts of it, and we all want to know how pretty and amazing everyone else is! Depending on what the day is like I might queue it or reblog immediately, but I definitely want to tell everyone how pretty or handsome you are! 

Don’t be afraid to tag me in anything you think I’d like or would go well here!

anonymous asked:

“Can I touch your boob?” with jungkook GOWIRJWO I feel it's something that jungkook would say AND WELCOME BACK BABE

“Can I touch your boob?”

You stared long and hard at your childhood friend, arms crossed and expression so wildly confused, Jungkook’s face turned red at the spot.

“My boob,” You repeated, scrunching your nose at his wandering eyes. “You want to touch… my boob.”

He shrugged, rubbing his forearms and fiddling with his fringe. “I-I don’t know, maybe?”

There was a prolonged silence before you sighed, fingers reaching to massage your temples, trying to prevent the onslaught of questions and predictions of the nearby future. “Don’t I,” You breathed, expression entirely sour. “Don’t I deserve an explanation as to why you would want to?”

He looked at you, scratching his cheek and shaking his head in thought. “Well, you’ve always had nice boobs.”

You groaned exasperatedly, red dusting your apples. Eight years of knowing each other or not, you still couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You huffed before reaching the hem of your shirt, briskly pulling it over your head, unable to see the younger’s sudden flinch.

You threw it across the room, setting yourself against the edge of his bed with thin lips and straight legs. You stared at his worried brows and parted lips, fingers lining the lace of your bra with a smirk. “Like what you see, punk?”

Jungkook ignored the sobriquet, chuckling softly, but eyes never leaving the intricate, red design. You rolled your eyes, reaching to unclip the garment when he surged forward and grabbed your hand with a gratifying wait! You were wide-eyed at the proximity of him and your face, practically breathing against his cheeks.

“C-Can I do it? I wanna do it,” He said sheepishly, looking at you as seriously as he could. You mindlessly nodded, returning your arms back in place as he breathed carefully, reaching over to unhook the clip with a soft click. His fingers left wildfires in his wake as he retracted back his hand, skimming over your skin before slipping off the straps, your heart wildly beating by now.

But before the cloth could scamper away, you held it in place, holding his arm whilst you shook in uncertainty. He tried searching your eyes for what was wrong, blinking furiously at the delay.

“J-Jungkook, are you sure you want to do this?”

He narrowed his eyes, slapping his cheeks before nodding, determined. “You bet I do.”

And with an approving nod, your fingers left the bra alone to fall onto the carpet, revealing your perked breasts, you were too embarrassed to even look at him. But Jungkook wasted no time in ogling your boobs, hands firmly covering the whole circumference with a fascinated sound. “Y-Y/N! They’re like little pillows!”

You groaned in annoyance, trying to stifle a moan when he tweaked your nipples between his fingers. “J-Jungkook-“

“Why’re you arching your chest to me? Does it feel good?”

He asked you so innocently, so purely, you snapped out of your lust driven daze to twitch back with a flushed face. “N-No! It doesn’t! Anyway, you touched it, that’s that!”

You grumbled as you stood up, searching for your clothing whilst he alarmingly tried getting you to sit back down. “I-I didn’t savor the moment! One more time!” He begged, distress masking his pure curiosity.

You looked at him in disgust before flicking his forehead, shoving your bra into his hands before slipping on your shirt. “Why don’t you keep that as a souvenir then, you weirdo?”

He appeared as if he had lost his words. “Can I really?”

Your figure was entirely frozen, heat flooding to your cheeks and pink painting every limb. You trembled in embarrassment, gritting your teeth at his tiny smirk. “Pervert! Jeon Jungkook, you pervert!”

“W-What!? Y-You said I-“

“I can’t believe the indecency! Wait till I call the cops, you pervert!”


Outfits meme [2/?] » Grace Helbig 


updated my commission info!!

some extra rules:

i only accept usd through paypal

i won’t do nsfw stuff lol

how to do this:

if ur interested, send me a message with what you want (references are super helpful!!) and i’ll respond later with the total cost. then, you can send me your paypal email so i can invoice you. after you send the $$, i’ll start drawing and send it to you when i’m done

reblogs would also really help! :v

Castiel | Angel of the Lord
also available on my redbubble

I know all the cliches. I’m the light. You’re the darkness. I fight for justice. You fight for vengeance. But in the end, all that really matters…is that we’ll never give up…and we’ll never give up on each other.

– Batman – Superman #27

Worst Superhero Ever

Word Count: 1631  

Warnings: Swearing?? None??

alright, this is the first thing i’ve written in FOREVER, so please be kind. and also, @glyndwrr asked me to tag them, you’re an angel, i hope you enjoy! 

(if it’s really bad please just pretend like it didnt even happen)

“You are the worst fucking superhero in the entire world, Snow.” Basilton Pitch shouted as Simon Snow was punted through three walls, a window and landed flat on his back five stories below. There was a little girl sitting on the cracked pavement. She had been crying and she wiped her fist and arm up to the inside of her elbow under her nose as he thumped down next to her. The name Serena was tattooed across her forehead in big, purple block letters. He thought it was a nice name.

“Oh, hello darling. Don’t cry.” Tears were still tracked down her cheeks, but she nodded quickly. He felt like he had shattered into a million pieces and after a fall like that, Simon wonders how long it would take to heal this time. “Where are your parents, love?” She stuck a short, chubby toddler arm out and towards the burning building a block away. It had once been an expensive apartment building.

Wow, what a dick.

“Wow.” Simon was just glad he got everyone out before Pitch decided to torch it. “Alright, well, I have to get you somewhere.” He stood, feeling a pain shoot up his left leg. It was broken right at the knee; he knew he felt it bend the wrong way when he smashed through the window.

Maybe it would take 5 minutes to heal.

He stood, wincing at every ache and pull and held the little girl tightly to his chest. She starts crying again almost immediately. “Fu–no, you don’t have to cry,” He was never good with children.

“You’re not good with children.” Pitch was standing on the edge of the shattered window 5 stories up that Simon had just been pushed out of.

“You’re a pain in my ass.” His muscles were starting to loosen enough for him to focus all his power on rising a few feet. Pitch had a string of fire weaving through his fingers and dancing in his palm. “Now, do you have any idea where I put her parents?”

“No?” He was sneering, Simon was sure of it. “I’m sure they’re exactly where you left them when you pulled them from a burning building.” Now he was sarcastic and Simon didn’t appreciate it. “Just go drop her off at a police station? I don’t have time for this.”

“What Pitch? Do you have another superhero to fight after this? A doctors appointment? Give me 10 minutes.” Pitch rolls his eyes. Simon’s knee had finally knit itself back together and he pulls a few more feet in the air and heads towards the burning building.

It was getting ready to crumble. Pitch had been so angry, the pillar of fire he shot at Simon quickly turned into an inferno, ruining the buildings supports and melting any window that wasn’t already broken by them beating the shit out of each other. Pitch followed him, looking at the building like he was partially impressed.

“They probably went over to the evac base.” He nods in the general direction of the closest military base. The government decided to plant one right along the edge of the city because Simon and Pitch went at it so often. The western section of the city had been reduced to rubble last Spring.

Simon still felt bad about that.

“How could you just leave your kid all alone while a superhero and a supervillain decide to destroy the city?” The little girl clings to Simon, burying her little fists in his jumpsuit and cape, giggling and looking up at the stars.

“I wouldn’t say you’re a supervillain, Snow.” Simon turns and throws a sharp look at Pitch.

“I wasn’t claiming to be a villain. You’re the one who torched this poor girl’s apartment building.” The little girl peeks her face over Simon’s shoulder and Pitch is finally able to see the name tattooed across her forehead. The name over his heart itches and he rubs at it absentmindedly.

He stopped wondering about the name–Simon–a long time ago. Being an ‘evil mastermind’ (as Snow liked to call him) didn’t leave much space for a soulmate. Besides, he doesn’t think he could feel anything quite as strong for anyone else as whatever he felt for Snow.

Baz was 50% sure it was hatred.

“You lit my house on fire?” The name wrinkles as the little girl frowns at him. He feels himself starting to blush. “That was not very nice!” She frowns ever harder and the tears start to well up in her eyes again. He wonders where 'Serena’ is and hopes that she wasn’t in the city. Even if he doesn’t care about his own, he would hate to take someone else’s soulmate away.

“And you say I’m bad with kids.” Smartass…

The evac base was overflowing with people, some crying, some huddled into little groups as the military shuffle around them, all armed. Simon lands roughly on the grass outside, squinting towards the fence. “Ok, now do you see your parents?” Men with rifles aimed at Simon and Pitch start shouting commands that they both ignore. A woman emerges from the crowd, sprinting towards the fence and nearly climbing it before a man pulls her down.

“VERONICA! BABY, VERONICA!” She cries, clawing at the fence, the name 'David’ wrapped around her wrist, Veronica tattooed across the other. The little girl started wiggling in Simon’s arms, reaching towards her mother and when he sets her down on the grass, she runs as fast as her little legs can carry her towards the fence.

The gate slid open to let the little girl in, but Simon misses it when Pitch knots his hand in his cape and yanks him back towards the city. “Alright, now that that’s taken care of…”

“Could you be any more heartless?” Simon asks, shaking his hand off his head and flying next to him. “I didn’t even get to see the reunion.” Snow snarls and Baz rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t peg you as the emotional type, Snow.” Simon sneers and Baz backs up a few feet, glaring back. Snow rolls out his shoulder and Baz can hear it snap back into place from where he is.

“You don’t know anything about me.” He lunges across the open space, pummeling his shoulder into Baz’s stomach and letting them drop to the ground. Simon lands on top of Pitch but the cement doesn’t crumble under them, even though Simon had hoped it might; if he was going to get the shit beaten out of him, he at least hoped it would look cool.

“I know plenty about you.” Baz hisses through his teeth, kicking up and sending Simon through the air again, watching as he knocks a telephone pole sideways and skids to a stop in the middle of the street. He stands, balling his hands together, feeling the familiar twinge pain in his shoulder and aiming towards Simon. A column of fire shoots out between his fingers, spilling into the street and wrapping around Snow, twisting and circling before diving onto him and exploding, shattering all the windows on the street. A charred car screeches as it slides away, smoking and black, knocking another pole over.

In the middle of the blackened concrete, a globe of water swirls around Simon, looking like a whirl pool. With a snap of his fingers, it evaporates back into the air, returning to the clouds he stole it from. His hair is singed and smoking, face smudged with charcol, holes burnt into his shirt, looking very, very angry. “You actually tried to kill me.”

“Yes?” Baz says more as a question, almost like he can’t quite believe it either. “No. Perhaps.”

“You asshole.”

“Is that not what we’ve been doing for the past hour? Actively trying to kill each other?”

“Well, yeah, but not really.”

“'Not really,’ what the hell does that mean?” Baz shoves him, hard, sending him staggering a few feet. “We’re mortal enemies, Snow. You do know what that means, right?”

“Yes I know what it means, you git.” Simon shoves him back and Baz lunges forward this time, bringing them both to the ground. “But you actually tried to kill me!” They both punch, missing each time and rolling around, shouting obscene things.

“I don’t know!” Baz grunts, rolling over and sitting on Simon’s hips, keeping him under him. “I don’t know, alright!” Simon looks up, just as confused. His suit has a hole burnt right through over his heart and the end of a name peaks out around the crisp, blackened edges. Baz’s heart nearly stops, grabbing for it and ripping the shirt right down the middle, from hem to hem.

This time, his heart really does stop and he wonders how he couldn’t have seen this sooner. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

'Tyrannus Basilton’


“What the fuck are you looking at?” Simon actually punches him this time, right on the chin, so hard that it snaps his jaw shut, hurting his teeth. Baz barely feels it, watching in stunned silence as Simon scrambles away, pulling the scraps of his shirt closed over his chest, the name–his name–still sticking out in curly writing. His writing.


“I…” Baz needs to find the words to leave, retreat back home to his room and never speak about this. “I…” He stands, finding his feet wobbly and backs up, inching across the smoldering concrete. “What the fuck?” Nothing is ever easy, is it?

“Where are you going?” Simon runs his thumb over the tattoo of his name and Baz feels his heart break. Stupid, stupid, stupid. “What?” Snow–Simon–demands and moves towards him, looking concerned despite himself. Baz can’t even say he’s surprised, so he turns and runs back into the city, toward towards home.

my fucking brain at 5am, for some reason: saintly shepard outlived his entire family

anonymous asked:

Anything with Doctor!derek or Doctor!Stiles? Med student over here ;)


Anonymous said:Do you have any Doctor Stiles? Love you guys by the way.

Omg! Med school. How do you have time for fic? Should we be contributing to your procrastination? Well we did. Here you go! - Anastasia

Originally posted by remainblessed

Dr. Stilinski

Expectations by Sunspot__s

(2/4 I 1,246 I Mature I Sterek I Actor!Derek)

“He thought he’d moved on from feeling this, but there it was again—that sparking, self-igniting, little globe of anxiety that settled right behind his sternum. Sometimes it sparked at a low hum, as though just making sure its existence was acknowledged. Other times, like now, it positively cackled, growing and spreading, feeding on every stray electrical impulse.”

I Need a Doctor by Remy (iamremy)

(1/1 I 3,999 I General I Sterek I Police!Derek)

The cute doctor with the flailing arms and pretty fingers is really getting on Derek’s nerves.


The one where Derek is always in the ER for something or the other, and ends up getting close to his attending physician.

Doctor Stilinski, Thank You Very Much by Simplistically_content

(1/1 I 4,155 I General I Sterek)

Doctor Stiles Stilinski happens upon a car accident after a long shift at the hospital and finds Laura Hale behind the wheel with a baby in the back. He somehow ends up inserting himself into the Hale/Argent war he’s been hearing his dad complain about for years and all baby Hale can do is latch onto him.

Painful Maneuvers by saraubs

(1/1 I 11,207 I Teen I Sterek I Dad!stiles)

Still, whether or not the nurses want to hear it, Derek has some serious issues with the way Stiles skates around the ward, upending instruments and scattering papers and chewing on pens. His scrubs never fit right and are always riding up to show patches of smooth, pale skin and his hair is frankly pornographic. It’s just so…unprofessional.

Stiles is a hyperactive Obstetrician. Derek is a grumpy Midwife. It’s true love (and babies!).

Code Silver by captaintinymite (augopher) for apinkducky

(6/6 I 15,541 I Sterek I Mature I Detective!Derek)

After getting burned by his last partner, Detective Derek Hale, newly returned to NYC, kept his private life completely separate from work. So he was reluctant to share any details with his new partner, Chris Argent. He had a loving fiance, Stiles, who worked as an Emergency Room doctor at Emissary Medical Center in NYC. Everything was going great until one of his and Argent’s cases intersected with his personal life in the worst way.

Dr. Hale

Christmas and/or Birthdays by howl-to-the-wind (greenleaf)

(1/1 I 2,840 I Teen I Sterek I Kid Fic)

“Baby!” Dylan squealed, small hands reaching out to the screen. Derek had to keep a hand around him lest he dived for it.

“Ready, steady, Dill Pickle,” Stiles said.

“I can’t wait to meet him, Papa,” Dylan said, waving at the screen. “Hi, Tyler!”

Derek felt his heart melt at the sight. He glanced at Stiles, who was smiling widely.

Derek leaned over and kissed his husband’s cheek. “I can’t wait to meet him too.”

Stiles @ Sephora by brokenpromisesandhope

(1/1 I 2,973 I Not Rated I Sterek I Dad!Derek)

Stiles works at Sephora and Derek’s daughter needs makeup help.

Just Give Me a Reason by adult_disneyprincess (orphan_account)

(1/1 I 4,171 I Teen I Baker!Derek)

Derek wants to fix his marriage.

After Close Examination by mmmdraco

(1/1 I 5,540 I Explicit I Sterek I Bottom!Derek)

“I’m here to see what it would take to get all of my moles removed.”

“Why would you want to do that?”


Stiles goes to Dr. Hale with a question and gets a whole lot more than answers.

Dive In by alexxxford

(13/17 I 37,737 I Mature I Sterek i Alcoholism)

Hollywood has never been kind to its young stars and Stiles Stilinski was no exception. After a long downward spiral of self neglect and alcohol Stiles finally snaps. The result: court ordered rehab.

Derek Hale is a junior doctor who’s had a tough ride. Perhaps specialising in alcoholism wasn’t his smartest decision. He’s learnt not to become attached to his patients and with one more case to get through he can finally finish those 7 torturous years of training.

Stiles and Derek butt heads immediately, with personalities that couldn’t be more different it’s certain to be a painful 3 months for all involved.

Okay! I said I wanted to talk about Hisoka’s origins so here we go! These are my own beliefs of what his past might contain, and I’m totally open to hearing everyone else’s thoughts and ideas and headcanons as well! Here we go!

If you haven’t already read the one-shot written and illustrated by Sui Ishida about Hisoka’s past, you can read it here. If you have, let’s do a small recap.

  • A young Hisoka was found beaten on the side of the road by the circus ringmaster Moritonio in the Pleasure Capital, Glam Gas Land. Taken in by the circus troupe, Hisoka finds himself to be a natural performer, showcasing his enhanced skills to those around him, much to their surprise and horror. He makes a passing mention to Moritonio when showcasing his card skills that his mother was “a very skillful lady”, (suggesting he might have learned from her). He quickly becomes respected and feared within the circus, and most of the troupe quickly learns to avoid him and to practice their routines in secret, fearful that he might steal their techniques. 
  • One day, while speaking to Moritonio, he mentions that he would like to steal his Sky Swimming technique, and when Moritonio answers that it’s something else entirely, Hisoka responds that it must have to do with the “wispy stuff flowing around his body.” Moritonio reveals this to be his aura, and soon begins training Hisoka in the art of Nen. Hisoka develops his Nen (the four basic properties of it at least) in simply one week, while the norm would be three years to get where Abaki currently was. He begins more complex training in Nen, and using water divination, he discovers that his Nen type is Transmutation. 
  • One day, his fellow performer, Abaki, is attacked by the serial killer John Doe (the man with a hundred faces), but Hisoka rescues her. He slices her assailant’s eye, but later believes that eye to have been fake. After this, he begins developing his Hatsu. Days later, the troupe performs at the Royal Glam Hotel, in front of the head of the Glam Clan, the supreme authority of Glam Gas Land. 
  • After a most spectacular performance, Hisoka confronts Moritonio outside while the rest of the Troupe is celebrating and he accuses him of being John Doe. Moritonio confesses, and Hisoka challenges him to attempt and surprise him. Moritonio seems to have the advantage at first, but Hisoka, having developed Gyo, manages to figure out that Moritonio transmutes his aura into magnetic bars which crush his victims and opponents by using it in his eyes. Hisoka uses his newly-created hatsu, Bungee Gum, to send the magnetic poles flying back to Moritonio, killing him.

Hisoka’s past is never explored in the anime or manga. His character is an enigma that speaks little of his past, because he is uninterested in it. Even with this one-shot, we only learn small details about how he developed his Nen, but nothing past that. It only sheds a bit of light on our mysterious magician’s hidden past, but is still not very helpful in figuring him out.

Before I became so invested in him as a character, I remember reading in passing a headcanon that stated his parents were two different beings. His father, a human, and his mother, a demon or some type of monster, most likely from the Dark Continent. I remember really liking this headcanon because it would explain to many things about Hisoka.

  1. Hisoka seems to have some abilities that do not fit the context of Nen as we know it.
  2. He is always mysteriously calm, no matter the circumstance. The only time he is shown otherwise is when he is excited and his blood lust can no longer be contained. 
  3. He seems to lack any sense of feeling pain. Unlike Killua who is used to pain, but comments that it still hurts, Hisoka seems to have no concept of it. Back during his Heavens Arena match with Kastro, both his arms were cut off, yet he showed no fear, he didn’t even grimace. And with the latest chapters regarding his fight with Chrollo, despite his heavy wounds, he was calm and collected, if not a bit reckless when it came to fighting.
  4. He doesn’t fear death. His simple lust for worthy opponents to fight erases all fear of the possible chances of dying. But even though Hisoka sees someone as worthy enough to fight, he still believes himself to be the strongest. I do feel like this could tie in to his non-existing fear of dying, but he might also be free of his fear because he has the power to come back. After having died and using his Bungee Gum to restart his heart and lungs (which I honestly still think is crazy), Hisoka is a bit surprised, and is now intentionally more cautious. But he still literally came back to life like “Yo!”
  5.  His expressions. We’ve seen a lot in hxh, but you gotta admit, the expressions he sometimes makes are NOT normal by any means.

I’m sorry, but there’s no fucking excuse in the world for that last one ☝️ That’s pretty demonic if you ask me. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he was half demon. That does also explain his unearthly beauty and (when he’s not being a total freak) charm.

I think his mother, while a demon or some unearthly being was what she was, she must have had human characteristics. If you read the wiki page about the dark continent, it states: “ The Dark Continent (暗黒大陸, Ankoku Tairiku) is the world that doesn’t appear on the world map. Other types of human beings live there. It is also said that it’s where the Magical Beasts come from. “

Is his mother a half breed herself of this other type of human being and magical beast? Are the other type of humans like the Fanalis in Magi? Can they take the forms of humans? We’re definitely sure to learn more once the manga comes back off hiatus. Reaching the Dark Continent, we’ll be exposed to more of the creatures that inhabit the place and possibly able to form more headcanons from the information we’ll learn.

And pointing this out, Hisoka is also on the voyage to the Dark Continent. If this headcanon proves true, there’s a good chance we might just witness where Hisoka’s mother came from? Not to mention we’ll see if he has any hot siblings or cousins.

I believe his mother might have either come to the “human world” of the hunter x hunter universe and coupled with a human male (willing or unwillingly, who knows?) or maybe with one of the voyagers who were on one of the 149 attempted voyages. However, I believe the more likely scenario is the first one, as it says only 28 people have returned from 5 attempted voyages to the Continent. 

After that it’s a mystery. We know Hisoka must have spent some time with his mother (based off his comment to Moritonio that she was a very skilled woman; he must have been with her long enough to learn some of her tricks. Also he was able to see Moritonio’s aura even before he knew what Nen was, suggesting that his eyes have been opened to some things in past to the point where he could see his life aura. What happened to his father is unknown - I don’t think Hisoka has ever really mentioned him actually. He must have grown up with his mother (for a period of time) and was living in the slums (Meteor City?) as they did mention at Hevean’s Areana at one point that his family was poor. The rest is unknown. Judging by his initial appearance in the one-shot, he could have been around the ages 11-14, and he appears bloody and bruised and found face down on the ground, and after killing the circus ring leader he once again vanishes without a trace. 

So! Those are my thoughts on Hisoka’s origins! Feel free to add to it, or make your own posts with your thoughts and headcanons (tag me!! i want to know!!)!