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Fuck it, I'm making one, but I also won't do it like the rest.

@hantengudelulu @virtuousweakling

"Who was she?

What girl lives in a forest like nothing?

She's probably gone insane. It's the only logical answer here.

No one lives in a forest temple with some beasts all around it."

People would say, but I was happy here. My mother's temple, as long as some other legends, was a nice place, with a hill overlooking great landscapes of forests, greenery, rivers, and streams. It was a peaceful little place that I was in. My mother, Hira, the ten tailed lioness spirit that protects and guides mostly, stayed in her statue form. The others as well. Hīkan, a great lion; Hūgon, "a dark knight" black panther and Sungō, the great ancient sabertooth tiger. All of them were built by smaller, harmless spirits to protect the forest. Eventually, though, humans were bound to find our beautiful forests and take as they wanted. Our forests became smaller and smaller at that. Humans only took and took without any shame or concern. Thankfully enough, we made a peace where they can only take limited sources while putting up new ones to have a balance in a way at least.

I was currently collecting my stuff after talking with my mother in her rare moments where she'd "unfreeze" to talk with me, but I slowly came to a confused stop as I saw her lean down her head and say to me:

"My dear daughter, Anira, there will be troubles in the future that would try to take everything from you. Please promise me that you'll fight with everything you have and until you can't breathe anymore. I would much rather have my daughter die fighting than at the hands of a wicked creature..."

She looked like she would almost cry, especially at the last part. I slowly reached up and wiped her eyes while trying to comfort her.

"Don't worry, Mother, I'll always be safe. I promise you. You gave me a lot of great knowledge of almost everything I've known. I would also never fall into any kind of trouble in the world. You taught me how to handle life, and I'll survive."

"I know, but yet, I would need you to remember that before you were anything else that you build up, you were my baby, my only daughter, my joy and pride, my treasure. My everything and my world. If something bad ever happens to you, I won't know what I'll do to myself or with anything else..."

"I'll know, I promise. I'll always love you no matter what. I'll always keep your name powerful and pure as it was from the start."

Yet, Anira did not know at all at how she was already being spied on from a certain lying demon. Hira already knew about his position, and that's why she was worried. She knew the possible trouble the demon could do to her daughter. After all, she was older than Muzan and knew what every demon could do. She has hated the uppermoon 4 the most because she knows that her daughter would panic if she sees his bda. She knows what trouble Hantengu is. She has watched him fight dirty in every way after all, but one thing she knows is that she won't let anyone hurt her little girl, no matter what happens. She'll transform out and kill him herself if she needs to. One thing would be for sure, no one would hurt her daughter, never.

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And now we'll have Toyotama-hime's opinions on the uppermoons!

Kokushibo:

She basically loves and adores him like any normal girl would with her father, but she also ignores some of his rules about her "not needing to fight" and literally became a martial artist threat to everyone breathing on Earth.

Douma:

She's on the middle ground with him, liking and hating his presence. She has even broken his jaw every time he called her muteness "adorable" because it's actually not fun to not have a voice and be seen as the "perfect victim" because she can't scream for help.

Akaza:

She loves him like he's her second brother, but also doesn't like how he only spars with Hirakugo and not with her. He's also on the firsts to know if she ever makes any small improvement in her passions or likes.

Hantengu:

She just pities him and tries to calm him down in every meeting that's held up, and she's in. She's confused on why he's always so cowardly, but Hantengu (and his lying and conceiving ass) starts to act even more cowardly every meeting to have her attention on him. (greedy attention and comfort whore)

Gyokko:

She likes his art skills and how he also uses his victims for art. She even painted some of his vases with his permission, and they often share ideas on how to become more brutal to reveal the rawness of their victims in art.

Gyutaro and Daki:

She also finds good presence with them, and her and Daki are quite close friends. She, too, as Hirakugo, sees the two of them in Gyutaro and Daki. Daki and her even often times share their kills of people at the end of the night! Hell, the two are even the first to know that Hime makes jewelry from her victims' bones!!

@hantengudelulu @fallstreakfeathers @virtuousweakling

Hantengu: happy purring while being petted and comforted

Girl: confused asf ??????

Clones: jealous and wanting some as well

Girl: I'm sorry, but I just can't grow multiple limbs...

Clones: >:(

@hantengudelulu

@virtuousweakling

Listen, I just know that if somehow, a demon, EVEN THE UPPERMOONS, get close to a human who gives them what they didn't get enough of in their human lives, they just won't leave it alone. It's kinda like an AU of mine where a demon can have a favorite human that they don't ever let go of, because why would they? It's THEIR human. Period.

The love of my life blessing yall with his heavenly drum playing.

hantengu clones pet au headcanons

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. read at your own risk. this is bad.

background

> in the present, humans are no longer the prey of demons. the further development of high-concentration of wisteria poisons, as well as the integration of tranquilliser bullets, has gained humans the upper hand.

> wisteria weakens the demons, disallowing their use of their blood demon art, if the poison is concentrated enough.

> muzan has gone dormant, and the demons he’s made are left to their own devices.

> most demons often surrender themselves to be captured, and sometimes domesticated.

clones

> the main body was hunted down, and then cut, so the clones formed. However, they were overwhelmed before they could form Zohakuten.

> they no longer look *exactly* the same, since they’ve been treated differently.

> They had been separated upon capture, then shipped to all sorts of places. Here’s what happened to them.

tw.

once again, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. read at your own risk. this is real bad.

graphic depictions of violence, torture, starvation, nsfw, mental and physical abuse, experimentation, absolutely inhumane acts, no comfort whatsoever

sekido • graphic depictions of violence.

> for his aggressiveness, Sekido was brought to an underground fighting ring, where rich people place bets on their favourite demons.

> he’s lost many rounds, resulting in beatings and whips, from angered betters who lost money from trusting his agression. They would pay the guards to starve him as punishment, and he would hunger for weeks on end.

> sometimes, before a fight, the betters will starve him again, but not for too long. This is so that he would become more aggressive for food, and that he’ll try to eat his opponent.

> Sekido’s body still has muscle, albeit little fat. his skin is covered in countless scars; bite marks, burns, whipping, stabs, etc. All of them are half-healed, his malnutrition disallowing his recovery.

> he no longer has his kimono, since all “clothing” are taken away from the demons. It is imposed that they deserve no covering, since their only purpose is to fight.

> because of his aggression, he is forced to wear a muzzle off-arena. It’s tight and bites into his skin, causing a terrible rash around his cheeks and neck.

> Sekido’s left leg is broken, the knee shattered and the ankle twisted at an grotesque angle. Since he’s not one of the top fighters, he is given no medical attention, and is left to feel a constant ache.

> he rarely fights anymore, and is left in his cell to remain in agony.

> but he’s more of a ‘safety net’ for betters, since he cannot die. The main body remains unharmed, so Sekido has no choice but to endure and live through all that happens to him.

~ Sekido greatly regrets speaking harshly to his counterparts, because in the end, he cared about them. He missed them all; Karaku, Aizetsu, Urogi. he just wants to see them again.

~ he hates himself for being so weak, wishing he found a way to heal faster. But it is never possible with an empty stomach.

~ Sekido hates sleeping, since it’s a form of weakness and vulnerability. But he’s become so weak and starved that he has no choice, and when he does sleep, all he sees are his brothers.

~ He often sleep talks their names, and is prodded and sometimes beaten by guards to make him stay silent.

karaku • nsfw.

> Karaku was originally brought to another underground fighting ring, but one of the betters found him cute, and bought him.

> but since then, he’s been majorly neglected by that better, who was an impulsive buyer and only played with him for a day.

> he was resold to one of the buyer’s friends, who placed him in an exotic sex house. People go there to fuck with animals and stuff. demons were of the same level of animals, so Karaku was a ‘perfect fit’.

> he’s often tied down in compromising positions, allowing for patrons to use him however they want. Sometimes they inject him with aphrodisiacs, so his body would react better to their actions.

> they feed him considerably well, making sure that he stays good-looking. The food is often raw pork mixed with blood. Karaku eats it all up because he’a often tired after long, excruciating hours of twisted people using his body for fun.

> he often has a muzzle, since his sharp teeth are a hazard to patrons. The muzzle can be swapped out for all sorts of gags and whatnot. His nails are clipped and often he wears gloves to prevent patrons from getting scratched by him. He has a shock collar that activates either when he disobeys an order, or when a patron uses it to fulfil their twisted desires.

> he feels a constant, dull pain in his abdomen, because unbeknownst to the house owners, his insides had gotten ruptured by one overly-excited patron. Karaku needs human flesh to heal better, but since he’s just given pork, the healing process isn’t going well.

> whenever he’s used, he would whimper and hiss because of the pain, but patrons just assume it’s because of the stimulation, and continue ramming directly into the spot that hurts him so much.

~ he constantly wishes for everything to end, for someone to find the main body and just kill it.

~ he hates that he feels this way, since he knows he’s supposed to be the manifestation of pleasure, and that he should be feeling good, right?

~ Karaku has given up almost completely, often laying motionless when left alone, showing no signs of trying to escape.

~ his body is maintained by the owners and not him, and they punish him (shock collar) whenever he doesn’t eat.

~ Karaku often thinks about how life was before all of this agony, and wonders where his counterparts are now. He wants so badly to get back to them, and for all of this to end.

~ at night, he would sometimes cry because he misses them so much. But he keeps his cries quiet because he doesn’t want to be punished for making noise.

aizetsu • experimentation.

> unlike the rest, Aizetsu wasn’t sold anywhere (underground fighting, sex shop, etc). the original captors kept him, but sold the rest to fund their activities.

> his captors are in a scientific organisation, and he is one of their test subjects. His register number is 412G and he is kept in their more reinforced rooms.

> they have the main hantengu body, and understand that as long as it is unharmed, Aizetsu should regenerate.

> they experiment on him often, since his special case allows him not to die.

> they develop concentrated wisteria poison and inject it into him to witness the effects, and how long it takes in theory for a demon to fight it.

> whenever this happens, aizetsu cries and tries to huddle in the corner of the lab, because all the wisteria does is burn.

> his insides light on fire and his intestines feel as if they’re rupturing all at once. He screams, twisting and contorting himself, trying to find salvation from the pain but to no avail.

> the burning can last for days on end, as they inject higher and higher concentrations of wisteria. Aizetsu wails and shivers as the scientists show no mercy when handling him, using machinery to hold him in place when necessary.

> they don’t use anaesthesia because they ‘need to see the true effects’.

> Aizetsu is only fed water, and other nutrients are injected into him every morning, afternoon and evening. He also has a exercise routine, but he barely follows instructions, and remains shivering in the corner.

> aizetsu is extremely shifty, sobbing whenever someone tries to get close.

> sometimes, they use Aizetsu for psychological experimentation-

> leaving him starved for days on end, then seeing if he would eat, even if it means getting electrocuted when approaching the food.

> depriving him of breathing for several minutes, until he was barely conscious, and then ringing a bell. They will then see if ringing the bell independently will cause him to go dizzy.

> etc.

> Aizetsu often bites his nails from anxiety, so much that his fingers sometimes bleed.

> scientists ensure there are no sharp objects nearby, otherwise Aizetsu would try to cut himself.

~ Aizetsu never stops crying.

~ he horribly misses his counterparts, no matter ‘how annoying’ they were in the past. Day by day, he wishes he never scrutinised them when they were around. They were the only family he knew, and now they’re gone.

~ he has a horrible feeling that they’re experiencing things like he is, and maybe even worse. He often throws up at the thought, and is reprimanded by the scientists.

urogi • broken.

> urogi had been sold to a collector of sorts.

> the collector in question actually only wanted his wings and talons, so after purchase, requested for Urogi to be declawed and his wings amputated.

> in the waiting for the declawing/dewinging appointment, urogi thought that his owner cared about him, and was content with the care he didn’t know was only temporary.

> Urogi would fluff up in excitement whenever he saw food or the owner themselves.

> when the day came, urogi was obedient and friendly, thinking that he would be fine.

> but terror hit him when they strapped him down to the operating table, and took out the knives and tools they were going to use on him.

> it was an excruciating five hours-

> his wings were slowly removed, and he screamed and cried and tried to tell them to stop, but they put a shock collar on him to shut him up. The operators were unaffected since they wore rubber gloves.

> he had no choice but to silently endure the pain, soft whines of agony escaping him time to time. The blade dug into his precious, beloved wings, and soon enough, he found tears streaming down his face.

> and then his position changed. Since the owner did not care for him and only his wings and claws, the operators could do anything with the rest. They placed him on his back, sending sharp, violent pains throughout his body, the open wounds of his wing-bases pressed on the table.

> and his arms were strapped above his head, and bright lights shown on his face.

> he screamed again, causing another shock through his neck, and to follow that up, he felt a sharp piercing red feeling at his knuckles.

> his talons were pried off his fingers, from their very bases, at his knuckles. They tore of the surrounding skin bit by bit, forcing whine after whimper out of him, ignoring all forms of pleading.

> his remaining body, robbed of all of his prized features, was left in the warehouse of the collector.

> chained up to a pole, he softly squeaks at any shadow that moves, hoping and praying for rescue.

> stuck starving to death, but since the main body was unharmed, but he would never die.

~ urogi simply waits until his counterparts would come get him.

~ whenever they fought, they had his back, didn’t they? Wouldn’t they help him now?

~ why weren’t they coming? Did they forget him?

~ and the horrible realisation, that they were maybe captured too, dawned upon him, and his heart screamed in terror and denial.

Why can I see him allowing that? The clones would probably be embarrassed as hell.

Hantengu being held and babied by afab reader with blood in a baby bottle

Everyone likes weird girls until the girl is awkward, repulsed by sex, has some form of an eating disorder and has like 431 obsessions with the most random things

ure huge

Is that supposed to be an insult? Why should I care? I know I am and have my plan to get better, but with your rudeness and attitude, it might not get you well in life.

Nope, it's decided. The clone in the middle is now Hajiru ("to feel ashamed") or just the Shame emotion of Hantengu and he'll now be my own OC and I'd tag you definitely with everything I make regarding him.

@virtuousweakling @hantengudelulu

I swear, if a clone like the middle one existed, he would probably be Shame or Nervousness due to Hantengu's nervous and almost scared shit less reactions of getting caught. ANYWAY, if he existed or is just Hantengu in a younger body, he'll see how I'd give him some more clones. I love those idiots so much that it's not a joke anymore. Help.