Hantengu (Love) Clone Oc: Sakuro By Deroniecomme On X.

source? I felt it in my bones

I do apologize, but I got obsessed by this comic from Deroniecomme from X and I would like to share it here.

Here, we get introduced to some new characters: Hakuma, Kojiro, Akiyo and the Angel Hashira (still don't know what name it was).

Hakuma is Hantengu's clone of disgust and Kojiro is the clone of insanity of Hantengu.

All the while, Akiyo is Sakuro's son with his mother Maylis.

Small headcanons of physical appearance for my babies:

Hime is having some chubbiness on her body to keep her able to use her shape-shifting abilities that she inherented from her mother. She got so far and good that she can transform into a giant, 9 feet tall sabertooth tiger. Her fangs are also thicker and longer than the usual demon for that as well.

Hirakugo's torso is all covered in deep, dark red scars that he had from fights (with his sister) and are, unfortunately, sensitive as fuck. Poke him there, and he'll hiss in pain. He's still applying gel and healing creams on them to heal (Hime cried and apologized a lot and often about that, and he forgave her, of course.)

@virtuousweakling @hantengudelulu @fallstreakfeathers

@hantengudelulu, would demons eat really malnourished humans? Like, unhealthily skinny, but have really good blood? I've had a question like that for some time. Like, do they have a type of humans that they prefer to eat? If so, would they even go out of their own way to eat the unhealthy skinny one with good blood? Or is blood and flesh combined to have a good meal?

Much enthusiasm, but hell, alright! Yet, with the clones... Ain't it gonna be too much?

(I wanna call dibs on Urami and Sekido.)

@hantengudelulu

Listen, I don't know how that popped up out of nowhere in my head, but what if there were just women who are like, comforters for the uppermoons? Like, just used to calm the demons down when they're aggressive for no reason and make sure they can relax at least in some way? Like, just cuddling, massaging, emotionally comforting? Ya get me?

@hantengudelulu

@virtuousweakling

I can't get the scenario out of my head where the clones are just having a nice walk with their girl, and just suddenly, out of nowhere, they get ignored because "PUPPIES!!" and she just starts to play attention to some puppers while the boys are like "?????". I can't stop giggling with it in my head.

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Now, I just have the urge to start a small fic where Douma's wife just gets done with his bullshit and beats him up. Can I do that? @hantengudelulu

Demon slayer Handmaid's Tale Cross Ove

WIP of Shinobu's capture and I just love me a shameless depraved Douma:

Douma gestured lazily to the door.

It slid open without a sound.

And then—

Sumi. Naho. Kiyo. Aoi.

Dragged in chains.

Shinobu’s breath stilled.

They were so small.

Their hands bound, their heads lowered, their tiny bodies trembling.

A wave of hot  fury rose inside her.

But she forced herself to stay still.

To not react.

To not give him the satisfaction.

Douma’s voice was soft, honeyed, full of false warmth.

"Now, now. We want you alive and in good health, my little butterflies."

A slow, pleased sigh.

"You two wouldn’t dream of going into the afterlife so soon, would you?"

A pause.

The sharp click of his fan snapping shut.

Then—

"It would be such a shame to send these little ones to the whorehouse instead."

Shinobu felt sick. 

She gritted her teeth.

Kanae, kneeling beside her, was still as stone.

But Shinobu knew her too well.

She could feel the tension in her sister’s body, the barely restrained horror.

Douma tapped his fan against his jaw.

Slow. Rhythmic. Calculated.

A mockery of deep thought.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A contemplative hum.

"Not just any whorehouse, of course."

His smile was soft, almost regretful.

"One that serves our most depraved demons."

The room felt smaller.

The air thicker.

Shinobu’s nails dug into her palms.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears.

The girls shrank into themselves, their tiny shoulders curling inward.

Even Aoi, usually the strongest of them, couldn’t stop trembling.

Douma sighed, shaking his head as if disappointed.

"It would be such a waste."

His voice was genuinely mournful.

He tilted his head, watching them with mock pity.

"Such pretty little things."

A dramatic sigh.

"But demons… well…"

A slight shrug.

A quiet, gentle laugh.

"Sometimes they don’t know their own strength."

A pause.

"I really don’t see them lasting long."

His voice was genuinely regretful.

Like this was a real tragedy.

Like this was something he wished could be avoided.

Mount Rainier