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Could it be possible to suggest something about Nobunaga please ? 👉🏻👈🏻

~𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⚔️👘

𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅: 05/22/2026

𝘈/𝘕: Your wish is my command!! As I'm writing this, I’m actually sitting in class at my college right now. Yeah, I’m supposed to be paying attention, but it’s the most boring lecture ever, so when I saw your request, I took it as a chance to get my brain juices flowing and kill the boredom. I have no idea what time it is for you, but where I live, it’s already 8:00 PM. And it's raining super hard outside, by the way. Since you didn't specify exactly what you wanted, I decided to do some quick headcanons that I already had in mind for him. So, I hope you like it!! :-D

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​Board Game Addict (and a Total Sore Loser): He absolutely loves traditional strategy games like Shogi or Go. Since it’s almost impossible to find anyone in the Phantom Troupe with the patience to play with him (Shizuku always forgets the rules, and Feitan finds it incredibly boring), he used to constantly pester Uvogin into playing, even though Uvo had absolutely no idea what he was doing. Whenever Nobunaga loses, he gets genuinely salty, mutters about how his opponent must be cheating, and will literally flip the board if they taunt him too much.

​Silent Grief: Nobunaga never truly moved on from Uvogin's death, and his grief has manifested into a physical ritual. Sometimes, he’ll grab two bottles of cheap sake, sit on the floor, and only drink one. The other bottle stays untouched by his side, until he slowly pours it out onto the ground right before getting up. On those nights, he has imaginary conversations with his friend, challenging him to fights that will never happen again.

​Selective Memory of Meteor City: He completely forgot the faces of the people he had to kill during his childhood just to survive, but he vividly remembers the sound of rain hitting the tin roof of the very first "hideout" he shared with the founding members of the Troupe. At his core, he is a man who clings desperately to small fragments of beauty amidst the chaos.

The Meaning Behind the Topknot (Chonmage): Putting his hair up isn't just about style or combat practicality; it’s his mental switch. The moment he lets his hair down to sleep or rest, he stops being "Ryodan's Number 9" and goes back to just being that tired man from Meteor City. No one outside of the Troupe (or someone extremely close to him) has ever seen him with his hair down and lived to tell the tale.

​The Search for a Spiritual Successor: This is just my silly little theory lol, but Nobunaga has this deep-rooted need to pass his legacy down, which perfectly explains his instant obsession with Gon and Killua. He knows the Troupe is basically a long-term suicide pact. Deep down, he’s terrified that his sword style and the sheer intensity of his loyalty will die with him, leaving no trace behind in the world.

​Touch and the Rejection of Vulnerability: Growing up in Meteor City means that physical touch was always tied to violence or death. Because of this, Nobunaga is incredibly clumsy with any display of affection that isn’t a harsh pat on the back or a friendly punch. If someone acts overly soft or vulnerable around him, his immediate instinct is to pull away or snap at them—a defense mechanism to keep his own emotional walls from crumbling.

​The Aesthetic of Detachment vs. Hidden Attachment: He always claims he doesn’t care about material possessions and that everything he needs fits right in his scabbard. However, Nobunaga secretly hoards tiny pieces of "junk" with absolutely no monetary value: an old coin from a country that doesn't even exist anymore, a button from an old coat, a scrap of rope. They act as anchors to moments when he actually felt alive or happy, though he swears to the other members that they're just "good luck charms."

The Grumpy Softie: Nobunaga has that classic "grumpy uncle" energy. He will complain 24/7, call you a nuisance, and grumble about having zero patience for stupidity—but he’ll also be the very first person to throw himself between you and a blade. His loyalty isn’t expressed through pretty words; it’s shown through his readiness to fight. If he tolerates you being around, he has already silently decided that he would die to protect you.

​Insomnia and a Short Fuse: He is a terrible sleeper. The constant state of high alert from a counter-attack focused Nen user means that even the tiniest noise snaps him right back into battle mode. He usually spends his nights pacing around, wide awake. If you happen to be up too, he’ll probably harshly tell you to go to bed, but the truth is, he feels a lot less isolated when there’s another soul awake sharing the silence with him.

My best attempt at translating the lyrics. It was tough, apologies for any mistakes

[Verse 1]

Hey, Alyoshka, don't cry so much

The world betrayed you, didn't give you much, I know

But don't tear the hair out of your head, sunshine

Your suffering heart doesn't come in price today, oh no

[Verse 2]

Hey, Alyoshka, someday it will be beautiful

Land will loom over the horizont, your home

But your eyes are so tired already

Allow the fools to weep and you'll find out that

[Chorus]

Everybody loves, though no one knows how

Everybody's silent, when they feel fear

With God on the lips, as the world ends

Hey, Alyoshka, you don't have a chance against them!

[Verse 3]

Hey, Alyoshka, don't look at them

Sticky fingers nowadays accept only anger and death

Although that's not how you agreed with Him (assuming capital H)

Allow the fools to go astray, because He knows well that

[Chorus]

Everybody loves, though no one knows how

Everybody's silent, when they feel fear

With God on the lips, as the world ends

Hey, Alyoshka, you don't have a chance against them!

[Verse 4]

You ask, even though you know

You'll arrive where you want

And the queen of the night

Will write you a poem

You ask, even though you know

You'll arrive where you want

Oh, queen of the night…

Hey, Alyoshka! Don't cry! Because

[Chorus]

Everybody loves, though no one knows how

Everybody's silent, when they feel fear

With God on the lips, as the world ends

Hey, Alyoshka, you don't have a chance (chance! chance! chance! chance!) against them!

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𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅: 05/20/2026

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐳𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤.

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: Here are some quick, somewhat egocentric thoughts about our favorite trio. These are ideas I have about each of them, and I'd like to share them with you. :-)

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🕷🕸️𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐞𝐫: the melancholic philosopher

obsessive reader: chrollo reads absolutely everything: russian literature, existential philosophy, decadent poetry, and even forgotten books on obscure art. dostoevsky, nietzsche, baudelaire, and artaud are among his favorites. he doesn't just read; he handwrites excerpts in pitch-black leather notebooks.

Astrology fanatic: To Chrollo, astrology and the occult are exact sciences. He is deeply fascinated by birth charts and spends entire nights deciphering planetary transits with the same precision he uses to plan his heists. In his eyes, a person's Nen and destiny are literally written in the stars. As a true Scorpio, he takes a quiet pride in his zodiac sign. Chrollo loves reading about Scorpio energy and sees himself perfectly in it: the magnetism, the control, the mystery, and the power to rise from the ashes. He swears that his ability to steal powers is pure Plutonian influence in his natal chart. He secretly uncovered or estimated the birth date and time of every single member of the Phantom Troupe just to cast their birth charts. He even uses astrological synastry to lead the group: he never pairs up members with harsh Mars aspects on the same team.

master of the piano: he seems like the type of person who knows how to play the piano—not in a showy way, but absurdly well. he focuses mainly on melancholy classical pieces, using music as an extension of his own silence.

historical appreciator: he deeply enjoys ancient cities, empty churches, uncrowded museums, and quiet places at night. in his mind, Austria would most likely be his favorite country in the world.

lover of rain and silence: chrollo loves the rain because it makes the world quieter, muffling the noise of modern life, which he considers a form of pollution. he is perfectly at ease in absolute silence; he often meditates or simply observes the night sky from the rooftop of an abandoned building.

subtle yet striking scent: he doesn't wear cologne in his daily life, but when he is on a mission, he uses a woody fragrance with notes of incense. it is almost unnoticeable, but it leaves a strange, liturgical, and long-lasting impression on anyone who catches it.

light hand: he writes with an impeccable, slow, and graceful calligraphy. every single note of his looks like a delicate yet macabre painting, crafted without any rush.

distorted religiosity: chrollo does not believe in gods as superior entities, but he studies religions with fervor. he loves the symbolism of christianity, hinduism, and even afro-brazilian religions like umbanda and candomblé, but he interprets them in a deeply personal way, creating his own rituals before high-profile assassinations.

𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 & 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬:

old bookstores and the gothic architecture of forgotten churches.

classical music, instrumental jazz, or melancholy melodies in the dead of night.

deep conversations during late-night hours and people who maintain their composure under pressure.

intellectually and emotionally intelligent people who understand the value of a comfortable silence.

food preferences: coming from the absolute deprivation of meteor city, chrollo isn't picky at all when it comes to food—he can effortlessly eat whatever is available without a single complaint. however, due to his deeply artistic, philosophical, and theatrical nature, he has developed a highly curated and sophisticated palate for classic gastronomy. he deeply appreciates complex wild mushroom risottos, slow-cooked traditional stews that carry a sense of history, and artisanal sourdough bread with intricate profiles. he is drawn to dark, monochromatic notes, thoroughly enjoying chocolates with 85% or higher cacao density, strong black coffee, and full-bodied, bitter aged red wines. to him, a meal is a quiet ritual; he prefers delicate beef carpaccio with subtle herbal infusions and food that requires time and patience to prepare, mirroring his own strategic mind.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬:

loud people who constantly try to demand attention, as well as shallow or repetitive conversations.

predictable people, exaggerated public displays of emotion, and invasive people touching him without permission.

places that are brightly lit, extremely crowded, or visually overwhelming.

a lack of emotional self-control and people who speak without thinking first.

being interrupted while reading and poorly crafted lies (he notices the slip-up immediately).

anyone who tries to understand or decode him too quickly; he deeply treasures his own mystery.

chaotic disorganization, not out of obsessiveness, but because he prefers controlled environments.

food rejections: he almost never consumes highly processed modern items, neon-colored artificial sodas, or commercial candies wrapped in bright packaging. he detests chaotic, messy, or "childish" presentations that lack aesthetic thought, as well as heavy fast-food grease that feels heavy on the body. he strongly dislikes dishes that are aggressively over-spiced just to mask poor quality ingredients, and any food that feels hyper-commercial and soulless. to chrollo, if a dish lacks history, patience, or a quiet elegance, it is completely uninspiring.

📍🖤 𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐙𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤: the flawless hitman

nocturnal dissociation: illumi sleeps very few hours and has an incredibly light sleep cycle, waking up at the slightest sound. during the dead of night, he enjoys absolute silence, walking through the mansion’s corridors like a ghost. he converses with his own thoughts as if they were external voices, a habit of dissociating his "self" from his active missions.

the phantom emptiness: he feels a profound sense of void at night, but he never mistakes it for sadness. to him, it is merely a cold, neutral acknowledgment that his biological machine is still alive. post-mission, he can spend hours standing completely still, staring into nothingness as if flipping a switch to turn off his own brain.

the metric of aging: illumi views his own physical body not as a personal temple, but as an expensive, multi-generation family investment. he meticulously tracks his resting heart rate, bone density, and the exact speed of his cellular recovery. he doesn't fear death, but he harbors a clinical disdain for physical decay because a damaged tool is an inefficient one.

distorted affection & relationships: he is entirely blind to genuine affection. instead, he translates human bonds into a quiet, lethal obsession with control (as seen with killua). if he were to ever develop feelings for someone, he wouldn't recognize it as love; he would mistake it for an obsessive curiosity, immediately attempting to isolate, monitor, and control the person.

strolling through shadows: his method of "connecting" with an interest involves months of silent observation. he will memorize their exact daily routine and routinely slip into their home completely unnoticed just to stand in the dark—to him, this invisible presence is the highest form of intimacy.

unyielding memory & dark wit: he possesses an absurdly precise, photographic memory. he remembers the exact pitch of a voice from years ago, the specific weight of a target's step, or how someone holds their utensils. matching this robotic nature is his dry, terrifying sense of humor, leaving people paralyzed, wondering if his dark ironies are a joke or an immediate death sentence.

during a fight, upon seeing his enemy trembling: illumi: “are you afraid? how lovely. it makes me want to keep you alive… for two more minutes.”

the aesthetic of the weapon: illumi hates chaotic, noisy environments; he craves absolute order. when he is alone, he compulsively aligns objects in perfect symmetry. his nails are always kept in pristine, immaculate condition—maintained partly for personal aesthetics, but primarily because they double as close-range laceration weapons. his long hair is a source of silent pride; he keeps it flawlessly clean and will never allow anyone to touch it without permission.

lethal origami: when gripped by rare moments of boredom, he folds origami. however, his hands naturally fashion sharp, angular geometric figures or apex predators—snakes, scorpions, and crows. even while resting, he is never truly unarmed; needles are permanently concealed beneath his pillow or stitched inside his sleeves.

𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 & 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬:

dim, soft lighting or moonlight filtering through a window. he never sleeps in pitch-black darkness, as absolute silence combined with total dark reminds him too heavily of the sensory deprivation tortures from his childhood training.

a private fascination with things he cannot comprehend: spontaneity, unconditioned warmth, and genuine, effortless laughter. he watches these human traits from afar like an alien studying a foreign species, never allowing himself to participate.

the sound of nocturnal insects, specifically the rhythmic humming of crickets and cicadas during summer missions, finding a strange comfort within the silence.

changing his identity through microscopic details (clothing, hair posture, facial structure) and analyzing his reflection in the mirror, treating his own body as if it belongs to someone else entirely.

food preferences: just like chrollo, illumi probably isn't too picky when it comes to food—at least while on missions, should he absolutely need to eat something outside of his usual routine. however, since our beautiful assassin was raised in a gilded cradle, he is very obviously spoiled when it comes to fine dining experiences. he deeply appreciates wagyu beef tartare diced in millimetrically perfect cubes, pristine pan-seared scallops, premium black caviar, and paper-thin shavings of fresh black truffle over minimalist dishes. he also enjoys ultra-premium extra virgin olive oils with intensely bitter notes and extra-aged cheeses like 36-month parmigiano-reggiano that break into flawless geometric shards, along with the bitter taste of black coffee and completely unsweetened teas. purely functional foods that are nutrient-dense and quickly digested, such as nuts, dried fruits, fresh sashimi, clear broths, and portions of lean grilled meat with clean, precise cuts.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬:

anyone attempting to "read," analyze, or interpret his emotions. he harbors an intense, quiet hatred for being psychoanalyzed or emotionally exposed by others.

being interrupted or delayed during the execution of a contract. inefficiency is the closest thing to a sin in his worldview.

people who display a lack of emotional control or throw temper tantrums. he views overt emotional vulnerability as a fatal weakness.

seeing himself as a "villain" or an evil entity. illumi genuinely believes he is just a functioning gear in the natural order of the world, where the strong naturally manage and hold ownership over the weak.

the concept of a long-term, conventional future. planning a "normal" life is fundamentally unthinkable to him; he only maps out the logistics of his next hit.

food rejections: he almost never consumes sugar, artisanal sweets, frosted cakes, or colorful desserts. he detests chaotic, messy foods that require eating with his hands, overly seasoned dishes that alter the natural texture of the food, heavy fast-food grease, and carbonated drinks or artificial syrups.

⭐💧🃏𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐰: the chaotic performer

hater of routine: hisoka probably genuinely hates routine. not in a superficial “oh, he likes adventure” kind of way, but because repetition completely kills his interest in things.

He is prejudiced against shallow people: predictable people become invisible to him very quickly. he needs the feeling of unpredictability to stay mentally engaged.

he isn’t emotionally empty: this is the most curious thing about him: hisoka feels emotions intensely, but they function in a highly distorted way. fascination, desire, curiosity, excitement, and obsession completely replace traditional affection. he rarely feels true guilt because he views people as temporary pieces in his own personal experience.

no patience for a lack of malice: hisoka probably finds overly innocent people exhausting after a while. at first, he might play along or provoke them, but he loses interest fast once he realizes there is no psychological depth or capacity for evolution there. Hisoka is a born trickster; it's not like he has to maintain a master or father figure image to teach you. Unless you're a young teen, like Gon, who is still taking his first steps in life—then he completely understands and takes absolute pleasure in watching you 'mature'.

his life revolves around performance: he is extremely performative. the makeup, the theatrical gestures, the playing cards, the exaggerated smirks—all of it works almost like an artistic armor. (he absolutely hates that because of this, people think he works as a street clown for pocket change lmao)

analyzer of people's essence: hisoka probably believes that a person's true personality only shows under extreme circumstances. that is why he values combat and danger so much: he views fighting as a brutal form of sincerity.

living for the present: he doesn't seem to care much about the past or the distant future. hisoka lives almost entirely for the anticipation of the next stimulating moment.

something missing: there is something deeply impulsive and hedonistic about him. deep down, he seems like someone constantly chased by a void. and all the theatricality, violence, obsession with potential, and mind games function as ways to fill that void for just a few moments. he very likely suffered from a severe lack of affection during his childhood.

expert in facial expression analysis: he has an absurd talent for reading micro-expressions. not just "noticing nervousness," but he can probably pinpoint exact feelings: lies, desire, insecurity, vanity, fear, obsession, attraction, and guilt.

he loves watching cities at night alone: this is something that I THINK fits him so well, completely outside the "killer clown" stereotype. i picture hisoka: sitting in high-rise hotels, watching urban lights, listening to old jazz, distractedly shuffling cards, completely silent.

drawn to anonymity: i get the feeling that he loves the sense of anonymity and constant movement found in big cities. he seems like someone who enjoys places where nobody knows anyone, everything feels temporary, and there is a certain elegant decadence to it all.

𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 & 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬:

staying in luxury penthouses or boutique high-rise hotels with panoramic glass windows overlooking bustling, neon-lit downtown avenues.

listening to sultry vintage jazz, smooth bossa nova, or avant-garde theatrical instrumentals while winding down from a high-stakes match.

high-quality playing cards with a distinct, heavy cardstock and custom, artistic back-designs that glide perfectly between his fingers.

the thrill of changing his appearance—altering his hair color on a whim, experimenting with high-fashion asymmetric clothes, and trying out elaborate makeup designs to keep his reflection unpredictable even to himself.

food preferences: hisoka would likely have a very specific taste in food. he seems like someone who values the sensory experience far more than the meal itself, so he would hardly settle for something too simple or lacking in personality. i imagine he would love sophisticated desserts, especially visually flawless french pastries, dark chocolates, and unusual combinations like chocolate infused with chili or tart fruits. fruits like cherries, strawberries, figs, and dark grapes fit his aesthetic perfectly—things that are beautiful, intense, and almost visually dramatic.

i also think hisoka would highly enjoy spicy foods, not just for the flavor, but for the physical sensation they induce. he seems like the type of person who loves to feel his body reacting to what he consumes, so bold and sharp dishes would make much more sense for him than mild flavors. extremely strong coffee, full-bodied wine, and bitter drinks also align beautifully with his personality, especially when enjoyed in more elegant and quiet settings.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬:

being forced to wait in long lines, dealing with rigid administrative paperwork, or listening to people explain bureaucratic rules. modern red tape completely infuriates his chaotic soul.

fighting opponents who rely purely on mechanical, repetitive styles without a drop of passion, creativity, or raw instinct. boredom is his psychological kryptonite.

tight, restrictive small-town gossip circles where everyone watches each other’s business. he detests stagnancy and suffocatingly domestic environments.

people trying to guilt-trip him or appeal to his non-existent sense of civic duty or moral obligation. he finds societal lectures utterly laugh-inducing and pathetic.

food rejections: he absolutely despises bland, under-seasoned hospital-style food, gray uninspiring porridges, and highly functional military rations. he detests dense, dry carbs that take too long to chew without offering a punch of flavor, cheap store-bought candies with a waxy texture, and mass-produced fast-food meals that leave a heavy, greasy film on the palate without any creative presentation. if a dish is aesthetically dull, messy without purpose, or totally predictable, he will push it away without a single bite.

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: Aaah... this is just one of the many headcanon masterlists i’m working on, so if you have any requests or character prompts, my ask box is completely open and i’m all ears! i'd love to hear your thoughts. Go to my profile and click on "Requests Here". :-)

Just a little wholesome wish fulfillment fluff, don’t mind me <3

For anyone who can’t sleep and wants to read an AU where everything is okay.

I made this in two days in the middle of the night, probably for a total of ~3 hours, so my writing is probably not the best. Grammatical edits may yet come.

Word Count: 1194

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It was about 1 AM the last time you checked your phone, which was now charging on your nightstand behind you. 

Several hours ago, you came back home from slogging through an 8-hour shift at a busy convenient store, just to end up cleaning up your new apartment while Jin was still working a 12-hour shift at a warehouse. The place was a mess after you moved in last week with boxes filling every room and lining the halls. When Jin finally came home, he found you nearly in tears while you were putting away dishes in the kitchen, overwhelmed by all the responsibilities that you and he were buried under at this point in your lives. He didn’t hesitate to scoop you up and hold you in his arms until you calmed down; then, he was more than happy to help you finish unpacking the kitchen. He was dog-tired, but he was always the type of person who was willing to put his problems to the side to support the people he loved.

What an end to a brilliant arc

look at this awesome art thats a dragon very nice dragon designs. very unique

just good art in general. look at that building architechture stuff. goodd stuff.

they also eat food. wow ts just like DUNGEON MESHI. its awesome. cool. awesome.

one of the leads is this weird scruffy man. people love that, right?

there is also nonchalant girl. people love nonchalant girls, right?

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