#katekyo hitman reborn

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16260419 ☘ What if Skull was…Hei by Terra_Reiin Summary : Err, not very good this one. More on Skull than Hei ahahaha. :P But Checkerface is still a butt. Maybe Hei will be more prominent in a future installment~

Futta’s expression says otherwise 😂 - Ep 86

trend honestly, it made me really uncomfortable 😭😭

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86799837 Checkerface may have trapped him between false flesh and fake memories, but Skull… no Killer remembered now. He wondered if Nightmare was his true sky, would explain many things… As he got out of the shower a corpse smile covered his face, and a knife appeared in his hand. Good, his magic was back. Taste the apples poison juice Red and gold drip with each bite Only the Black remains untouched Killer went to his knees as the portal open, his clothes and knife blood covered. Reborn had been so shocked as the lackey killed him. “Boss,” he said gleefully. “Come, whatever hid you is gone and Error can restore you,” Nightmare ordered, Killer followed Nightmare through the portal, his black apple.. his sky.

Comms open I’ve recently started watching the Witch Hat Atelier and the way the eye’s are drawn in this show is so gosh darn pretty, so I tried replicating that style. Sam got to be my model because I thought the style would really fit her and I needed a profile picture for her wiki entry anyways 🙂‍↕️ I also used this textured brush again, not just for colouring but also for lineart and I really like it. Idk what they did to the stabilizing function but it’s good shit, I might have finally found a lineart brush i can work with 🥺

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14516256?view_full_work=true Why, hello there, said the fox to the alien, welcome to my parlor. A low, sadistic purr, breath hot and fanning over Ramen-Alien’s face. Naruto lay atop Kurama’s head, whistling a jaunty tune, watching the show with a shit-eating grin. Oh, hello . Ramen-Alien smiled, but it was mechanical, voice reedy and chock-full of shock, beads of sweat clinging to his upper lip. Sorry to have disturbed you. Had I been aware Naruto’s mindscape was occupied, I wouldn’t have so rudely intruded. Here, he gave Naruto a black look. Naruto gave him a wave, devil-may-care and mouthing meet Inari’s kā-chan, which made Ramen-Alien minutely boggle and balk at the hows and whys of that revelation. Pretty sure that short-circuited the synapses in his brain. Kurama also waved, missing the byplay. It’s no bother. Still low and purring, sadistic glee carved into his vocal cords. I enjoy entertaining visitors, I assure you. Yes, well… Coughing into his fist, Ramen-Alien wiped cold sweat off his skin, trying to backtrack while seeming nonchalant. I believe I’ll be taking my leave now. No, please, stay. One of Kurama’s gigantic hands came down lightning-fast, trapping Ramen-Alien between his clawed index and middle fingers, red fire-chakra bubbling up, winding around Ramen-Alien’s ankles and keeping him grounded. I insist. I’d love to, honestly, but I’m afraid I can’t— Ramen-Alien rambled on, sort of quietly frantic, in a state of low-key panic, indigo fire-chakra attacking the fox’s chakra to no avail. Alien trickster god he might be, but he was no Ōtsutsuki and thus stood no chance in hell against the crushing pressure of Kurama’s undiluted bijū chakra. As far as Naruto knew, in a battle of raw chakra, only the Uzumaki Chains or the Mokuton could go toe-to-toe with that. For the record, Ramen-Alien had no such illustrious ancestry. —places to go, humans to trick, you know how it is. Aliens to eat , Kurama tagged on, a deep, malicious laugh and a snapping of teeth, yes, I do know. Let’s not? Oh, let’s. Ramen-Alien’s last resort was sending Naruto a pitiful help-me-my-comrade-in-ramen plea. Naruto’s reply was uproariously laughing in his face.

My favorite KHR’s tragic mothers! I wish we had more of female characters A pity we have nothing of Hibari Mei, Fon’s little sister/Kyoya’s mother, surely she is a free-spirited Cloud like her son.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38550837?view_full_work=true Skull, as always, stayed blissfully unaware. “Everyone seem to be getting along well.” The Cloud sipped his iced tea, leaning back on the marble bench. “You don’t say.” The Storm smiled as he poured himself a cup. The two were sitting in the garden behind the mansion. It was peaceful, and the air was fresh. What a relaxing day. “Would you like a spar?” Skull asked out of the blue, catching Fon off-guard. The Martial Artist blinked, before he wore his signature smile. “Of course.” The two faced each other in the training ground. Unlike before, in Skull’s recollection, Fon didn’t rush in fists blazing. So the Cloud took the initiative. His body moved into a stance Sebek had taught him. He was near fluent at this point, but Fon was always the bigger opponent. Though he would definitely loose, he has to put up more of a fight, else the other would be disappointed in him. The Storm’s eyes glinted with fascination as he observed the admittedly very good form. “If I may, what style is it that you are using? I have never seen it, and to my regret I had not come across such when we were still ourselves.” “My friend taught me it. It was our hometown’s specialty, the Thorn Dragon.” It was named after Grandmother, to her bemusement. “I see. I would love to witness it in action.” Fon’s smile was somewhat feral this time. Skull bolted. True to its name, his movements were quick and deadly, jabbing at the randomest of spots that no one thought would hurt but does. Fon intercepted most of it, his instincts warning him of danger. There was no pattern to be seen, the motions were jagged like thorny vines, and rapid like a dragon. It was good warmup for Fon who has to train his child body again. Seeing an opening, he threw a punch. It would be too quick to dodge, but he would stop before it hits Skull. He wouldn’t want his new friend to die, after all- *Thwack* The Cloud grinned as he gripped Fon’s knuckle with little difficulty, which had been going full power, and Judo-flipped the man over his shoulder. “Did I do good on that promise?” Promise? Fon doesn’t remember promising Skull, or anyone for that matter, anything. He’s still stuck on the fact that he lost. It appears that he may have to up his training regime. The Cloud observed his expression, and let out a small ‘oh’. “Ah, my mistake. I was too caught up in the moment.” Skull offered a hand, one Fon took with gratefulness. “It was an enjoyable battle. I shall take my leave.” The Storm nodded, dusting his clothes as he was helped up. He observed Skull go, mind still replaying the exact moment he lost the spar. Ah, how nostalgic. No one else has been able to stop his momentum completely, not even Shifu. It was a surprise that someone else was able to do it like…him…

The parallels between Luce di Giglio Nero, passive and so resignated to her terrible Fate, dooming her Guardians and daughter to the same. Not bothering to fight or even begin angry at the unfairness of their unwilling sacrifices for the ‘greater good of the planet’. She didn’t even give them a chance to escape. And Sawada Tsunayoshi, so stubborn and angry and unwilling to give up and bow to be Vongola Decimo they all demanded of him. So angry at the mafia and its cruelty. And he was the one to break the Arcobaleno Curse. Reborn truly doesn’t deserve Tsuna, he should just die a dog’s death. He ruined Tsuna’s life and the boy saved his? Ironic Nobody cared for Tsuna begin unwilling sacrificed, lied to, manipulated and broken into a puppet, his life and childhood stolen while he and his friends were trapped and dragged to their deaths like lambs to slaughter.

calling THE sawada nana a neglectful mom is truly worse than calling iemitsu a shitty dad (which he IS btw)

I really like that Sawada Tsunayoshi is genuine scared of violent mafiosi like Xanxus or a Vindice-prisoner like Mukuro He is a ‘weak’ civilian child in a dangerous place surronded by sharks seeing him as flesh meat and trying to survive Especially in places full of dangerous but 'friendly’ mafiosi like Mafia Land and the Iron Fort and Vongola Balls and Meetings, who smile at the 'Vongola Decimo’ as easily as they would have cut his throat. (Both Mafia Lands and Mafia School sound like terrible places) (Its a good thing Tsuna stay more in Namimori, away from most Mafia society I guess) Different than all his friends, I doubt he would be foolish to mess with Mafia and Yakuza willing (Yamamoto and Ryohei would have joined anyway, they aren’t very smart) Tsuna is trapped in a terrible position and needs to be careful . Running away from his troubles and not trying to piss people off can be both a good and a bad trait.

Leon in Katekyo Hitman Reborn Leon rocks. He is one of my favourite characters. I think that it was cooler to have him be Reborn’s main weapon in the anime.

Fran out there ragebaiting everyone before it became the thing.

As a proud Katekyo Hitman Reborn fan those are things I will never forget: 8059, D18, 6927, XS, B26, 10069.

I just feel like Earthlings could have the attentions Otsutsuki deserved I want a remake badly

Every HP X KHR fic mentioning Dying Will Flames:

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13362903/1/Trading-One-Life-for-Another “So, Xanxus seems to have some lingering interest in you.” Fon muses lightly as they watch his son tear strips out of Don Vongola over the issue of Xanxus being adopted instead of the Ninth’s bastard or one of his sons before the Alliance Council. Mukuro is supplying the connection feed while Chrome the view point. It’s clear his son’s old allies from his previous Life are enjoying the shredding Takato is doing to Ninth’s so call vaulted dignity and honour, well, as much as a Don of a Famiglia is suppose to have at any rate. The Simon Famiglia were step out of the shadows of history, supporting Takato’s position as old allies of the Primo gives him some backing. He’s not sure how Enma managed to get elevated to his position as Don of his Famiglia in under a month, then again, perhaps solving the puzzle they had last Life helped convince his father and the older generation. Dino’s been using the documents that the Italian Guardians, as they’ve come to be called with those living in Namimori being the Japanese Guardians. It’s more of an acknowledgement that the Italian ones were more focus in Intel while the Japanese ones are highly combat focused. “I think it’s going to pass soon enough.” He tells Fon. “I’m not interested in a career as an assassin.” The Bond they share, he can feel his Guardian’s pleasure upon hearing that. These days his Sky Flames aren’t fire sparks but actual Flames that dance between his Cloud and Sun. Having a Bond clearly strengthening his third or perhaps pulling out of its hiding sport. “Hopefully another will catch his eyes sooner then later.” Fon states. Their conversation pauses as they watch Nono try a Flame tactic to reassert himself as the dominate presence in the room which his son dispels with just a minor pulse of his own Flames. The sour look on the elderly man’s face is one that’s likely already got captured by Coronello’s camera, Reborn phoned the sniper up with a job offer and upon hearing the details, accepted, using vacation time so it from Mafia Land. The other Dons on the other hand, particularly the neutral ones are now sending poison looks at Don Vongola for the trick. Clearly not likely that the man just tried to inflict his Will on everyone within the room. The meeting ends with agreed testing of Takato’s blood against that of Sawada Iemitsu, to be done by a third Famiglia that will be chosen at a later date next week but allowing Takato to carry the half rings the Ninth had given to Xanxus. “Oh, someone’s in trouble.” Skull sings out. The others snicker in reply. They know Dino plans to push forward the Giglio Nero Famiglia as they were well known for their neutrality among the Italian Mafia Famiglia, it’s one most will approve of. The only connection Takato has with said Famiglia is Yuni, who showed up for Takato’s Birthday last month with Skull and Verde in tow. Although, Verde, has taken up residence at his office building and is more then happy to help him with the basement garden in exchange to no rent. He’s had Chrome and Mukuro modify the basement to now include a lab for the Lightning Arcobaleno to use with the Mist security ensuring that the lab is off limits from the garden. Irie Shoichi and one of the newest resident of Namimori, Spanner, are frequent visitors and aides of Verde. “Nono should have made better use of that research if he wanted to avoid this. Put forth someone with an Official claim then the adopted son.” Verde remarks as the man is busy with his tablet, not really watching the feed in the conference room’s TV. “If he didn’t think nothing of rigging it in favour of Tsuna back then, then he most certainly will for this one.” Shoichi muses thoughtfully. “He’s old and finally feeling his age.” “Well, that’s what we want, right?” Skull remarks as the TV feed fades. “For them to actually review the Don Vongola’s actions since his sons began dying?” “Seems like it, then again, I’m not one for politics.” He admits while his Storm Guardian hums thoughtfully. “It’s a world filled with words and very little substance.” “Yet, you’ve navigated that company of yours just fine.” Fon muses from his right shoulder while Lichi resting on his left shoulder, grooming his hair. “Particularly given what your career.” “Well that’s enough of that.” Verde starts with a grumble. “I’ve had my fill of Soap Opera Drama for the day, I best get back to the lab.” The Curse scientist remarks and Shoichi stands, saying, “I think my mom said something about bringing over a meal…” He nods, asking, “Did you want me to send her down or call you up?” “The latter please.” Shoichi says and he promises to do so. As the two head for the lab, he glances over at Spanner, the teen is fast asleep on the table and Skull is gently poking the teenage mechanic. “So? You think he won a few over to his side?” Fon asks and he snorts, replying, “He’s sparked interest, yes, and they’ll start searching for anything about the Simon Famiglia, which means they’ll be splitting their focus on Takato and the Simon Famiglia.” “What time is it?” Skull asks, breaking the discussion between Fon and himself. “Pretty late, given what time that meeting started at in Italy.” He admits and Fon leaps onto the table, allowing him to get to this feet. “Might as well move him to the couch.” He remarks as he studies the young teen. “Heading back to the house?” He asks the two as he gently carries Spanner bridle style in his arms, the teen not waking at all. Lichi climbs down from his shoulder and then leaps onto the table, heading for Fon’s head. “I think so. Although the house is pretty empty.” I-pin is off in Italy with the others, spending time with Lambo and Fuuta, they’ll be forwarding her homework for her classes along with handing it in. “Might as well keep Fon company.” Skull states as the door opens and Fon holds it open for him to walk through. “Oodako’s tank is there after all.” Said animal companion comes climbing down the wall, shrinking to fit on Skull’s back with ease. He hums soon enough, Fon and Skull head to the house while he lays Spanner on the couch. It’s not long before he covers the teen with a blanket before leaving the room. He heads for the ‘staff’’ room and flips on the security camera for the front door to watch for one Irie Tomoko likely showing up to deliver breakfast in a few hours.