And Here We Have Two Situations With Our Boy Akiyo, Sakuro X Maylis Son. The First 3 Are From The Last

Don't you dare move those eyebrows like that!! This has gone in a too teasing way.

This song sounds like Hantengu's blood demon art. Like I picture this playing once he gets decapitated and the clones start forming, Hantengu's bones and flesh mutating into sentient bodies, each one stronger than the last and the slayers are just watching it happen like "...oh fuck."

@hantengudelulu @virtuousweakling: Okay, if we looked at it, canonically, what other emotion clones could Hantengu have?

A clone of Love

A clone of Lust

A clone of Arousal

A clone of Disgust

A clone of Insanity

A clone of Mercifulness

A clone of judgement

Or maybe he can even have a second batch of clones, but we didn't see them because sweet and innocent Tanjiro killled the main body?

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I want to feel mini Hantengu between my breasts also imagine him climbing into your panties and...

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I just know, I feel it in my veins, that he turned into Urami at some point of the night. I just know it like the back of my hand.

Hantengu is the best lover of them all

So I was rewatching Game of Thrones, the scene where Tyrion and Bronn were so confused as to why the whores didn't accept Podrick Payne's money for their services...and one of my story reviewers suggested out of the clones Hantengu might be the best lover out of them all so...Here is a crack fic of that:

Sekido had had enough of Hantengu’s whimpering. While he represented the emotion coward, he wasn’t afraid to walk into battle and have his head chopped off to release them so Sekido knew Hantengu could control his quivering and shaking when he wanted to.

They walked through the streets of Yoshiwara in human form, Karaku in tow clapping his hand on the old man’s back.

“You just need a confidence boost old man…” 

Hantenu quivered again.

“I-I don’t u-understand why y’you have taken me here.” 

Sekido grunted, rubbing his temple as if the mere sound of Hantengu’s trembling voice gave him a headache.

“You’re an embarrassment,” Sekido snapped. “Your sniveling makes me sick. You need to toughen up.”

Karaku grinned and leaned down to Hantengu’s height, patting his shoulder. “A little bit of fun will do you good, old man. Nothing like a woman’s touch to put some fire back in your bones. Get some confidence.”

Aizetsu sighed from the side, his eyes fixed on the brothel’s lantern-lit entrance. “This is pointless. He’s just going to cry the entire time. We’re wasting our energy and he will only embarrass us. ”

“I-I-I don’t think this is n-necessary,” Hantengu stammered, fingers twitching nervously. “M-my body is too f-fragile for such indulgences…”

Karaku chuckled, winking at the courtesans peeking out from behind the sliding doors, whispering and giggling amongst themselves. “Don’t worry, old man, they’ll take good care of you. Just relax.”

With a huff, Sekido gave Hantengu a rough shove through the door and threw him a purse of coins.  “You’ll stay in there until you stop acting like a coward. Maybe if you’re occupied with something useful, you’ll quit whining for once.”

Karaku turned to the madam. 

“Send him a couple of your best courtesans.” 

Hours later, the clones waited impatiently in the brothel foyer. Sekido was practically fuming, his arms crossed as he tapped his foot.

“This is ridiculous. How long does it take to—”

The door slid open, and Hantengu stumbled out, red faced and twiddling his fingers together. 

Before Sekido could say anything, he looked behind him to see….

A dazed-looking woman stumbled out, her cheeks flushed and her hair in disarray. A second woman followed, equally disheveled, and the two leaned against each other, whispering and giggling like schoolgirls.

A third woman emerged, fanning herself with a fan. "I’ve never… My gods…"

Two more women came out….

“Oh my…” one of them gasped, pressing a hand to her flushed cheeks. “I… I didn’t know it was possible to… feel like that.”

The other nodded dreamily. “He was so gentle… and then suddenly… not. I didn’t know what to expect next. He kept apologizing between every—” She broke off into a shuddering sigh.

The clones were speechless.

Another woman peeked out from behind the others, her face red and eyes half-lidded. She gave a shaky laugh. “I… I think I’m in love.”

Two more women appeared behind her, one of them barely able to stand on her own. “I think he broke me,” one whispered to her friend, who just giggled and nodded.

Another woman came out, red faced. “Oh my goodness,” she said breathlessly. “I think he made me unlock my third eye and find nirvana.” 

Sekido turned to Hantengu, his face twisted in a mix of horror and disbelief. “How many did you...how....you're telling me you satisfied...—”

Hantengu flinched, hiding behind his sleeves. “I-I didn’t mean to… I was just trying to d-do what they said…”

“Hey, why do you still have the money? You need to pay them,” Aizetsu commented in bewilderment. 

“Ohhhhh don’t worry about that,” one of the women said.

She turned to Hantengu. “Just come any time. You don’t have to pay ever again. At all.”

Even the madam, who had joined in at one point due to all the noises in the room, nodded in agreement.

Karaku’s jaw practically hit the ground, his pride taking a massive hit. “Wait… hold on a second,” he sputtered. “You’re saying… they didn’t even charge you?”

The woman just winked at Hantengu with a satisfied sigh. “Not a single coin. Consider it our pleasure, dear.”

Even the madam, who ran a notoriously high-priced establishment, gave a slow nod. “Anytime. For him, it’s on the house.”

Aizetsu blinked, his frown deepening as he tried to make sense of it. “That’s… not possible. Even I’ve had to pay before…”

Urogi squawked in confusion “Wha?  The old man gets free passes while we have to cough it up?!”

Karaku’s face twisted into a mix of disbelief and frustration. “What the hell?! I’m the embodiment of pleasure! I know my way around women better than anyone! And you’re telling me the sniveling coward outdid me?!”

Before anyone could respond, Urogi dragged Karaku into a nearby alleyway, the others following suit. Sekido practically threw Hantengu against the wall, his eyes burning with fury. “Start talking. What did you do to them?”

Karaku grabbed his shoulders, eyes wide and desperate. “Details, old man! Details! Did you use your hands? Your tongue? What the hell made them lose their minds?!”

Hantengu squeaked, his hands trembling. “I-I-I… I didn’t know w-what to do… s-so I just followed their lead and….”

Karaku’s eye twitched, his ego more bruised than ever. “I’ve never once been offered free access! Not even a discount! And you—” He pointed a shaky finger at Hantengu. “You don’t even like women!”

Urogi grumbled next to him. “Can’t believe we got outclassed by a coward.  Maybe the key is to cry and beg more!”

Sekido whirled around, shoving Urogi back with a glare hot enough to melt steel. “Shut up. This is an embarrassment to all of us. How am I supposed to look anyone in the eye when I know that he—” He jabbed a finger in Hantengu’s direction, who promptly squeaked and ducked behind his sleeves. “—he of all demons has us beaten in something like this?!”

Aizetsu looked at Hantengu with a strange mix of pity and resentment. “I don’t understand it either. But… it’s true. They really did fall for him....How? ”

Sekido let out a guttural snarl, grabbing Hantengu by the collar and lifting him off his feet. “Listen here, you miserable worm. You’ve humiliated us today. If you ever let that pathetic display happen again, I’ll rip your head off….”

Hantengu quivered, eyes wide with terror. “Y-Yes! I-I’m sorry! P-Please forgive me!”

Sekido dropped him with a sneer, muttering darkly under his breath. “Disgraceful. I’m going to kill something just to get this feeling of shame out of my system.”

Karaku was still pouting, arms crossed and eyes narrowed at the ground. “Next time, I’m picking the brothel. No way I’m losing to Hantengu again. I refuse.”

Hantengu, still on his hands and knees, peeked up nervously. “I-I’m really sorry…”

“Shut up!” the other three snapped in unison, leaving Hantengu to shiver pathetically on the ground.

And as they walked on, their pride permanently scarred, they all vowed to never speak of this night again.

It generally gives so many issues and problems with the body. Why can't people just don't start smoking at all? Why and how do they even like it? It's disgusting. I know that the nicotine drug is addictive, so maybe just don't start it at all?? I'm just confused about how people actually just want to start by their will to smoke.

I feel like you'd be the type of dad to give your child alcohol once just so they see how bad it is and never want to do it again.

And you would be absolutely right!!!

That's what my father did to me, when he found out that I was trying to smoke, he made me smoke all 25 sticks, made me so sick I never wanted to touch another smoke again.

The thing about Hantengu...

He's so seemingly weak on the outside, so frail and thin and old but he's so strong. And what makes him a sick bastard is the fact that he /knows/ he is strong. This man cowers in fear even as this horrendous creature yet he went full Order 66 on his wives and kids. He stabbed a blind man to death after he confronted Hantengu about his stealing. He wants you to believe he is weak and vulnerable so he can continue to kill and not get caught. Not because he feels a deep shame for the murders but because he can't handle the consequences that come with being guilty. Could he have a personality disorder? Yes. Absolutely. And the clones are my backing. I have no idea if his malicious tendencies are because he was neglected as a boy or not, but he shivers and cries as though he genuinely doesn't remember committing such crimes. Unless of course he's a great fucking actor, but this is not likely. He may truly be delusional.

His physical manifestation as a demon has eyes sunken further into his head than when he was human, glowing red with yellow irises so small his kanji is hardly even visible. As a human his eyes were still sunken but buggy and all white. No irises to be seen until he widened his eyes in realization at the magistrate who condemned him to death. There's an aura of anxiety that surrounds him, yes, but speckled in pure evil. His appearance is so cold but inside he is burning with a fiery rage and intent to kill. He took the last breath of countless lives in his lifetime and as a demon, he devoured even more, ripping them to shreds like a rabid beast. He is creepy and calculated- his correction to Gyokko with his recollection of how many years since the last summons was quick and it shows in his time alone, he is hung up on power and battle. He WANTS to unleash his young and handsome clones. He WANTS to live vicariously through them completely unharmed. He felt as though his evil was unlimited as a demon, something a human man can not relate to.

I love him because he is complex, dark and psychological. He is a mentally sick man, but god I find him so sexy and I don't know why. It's not that I romanticize mental illness, I myself am diagnosed BPD and DID and there is nothing sexually appealing about what I go through, but Hantengu is remarkably sensual in the way that his mind won't let him survive without making sure you know you've upset him, the way his collar bones show through the V line opening in his silky kimono, his joints and masculine bones exposed through his tight and withered skin... His unruly black hair that rests upon his narrow shoulders, his rugged demonic nails and pointed chin with defined jawline and cheekbones... The way each tendon pulls with every turn... The Adams apple in his exposed neck... Never truly seeing his facial features in the light, never truly seeing all the little details in each line and protrusion... Just an expression of sheer terror. A traditional Oni.

To me he is beautiful. To me he is mine.

I love him.

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I believe Hakuma is absolutely done with them, huh?

I love those three, they're just so stupid and squishable

Whats your favorite music to listen to :3

I like most, just not a big fan of anything metal, I'm mostly used to listening to songs that give my creative mind more ideas on how to live like a mythical creature or ones that fit a certain vibe.

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Should I continue to make my headcanons that demons are fucking weaklings against angels and gods in KNY? I mean, angels and gods are literal light beings, and they're weak to any kind of lighting that similar to sun, so maybe? Their bda might also not be so effective, or the angels can easily heal from them like nothing a lot happened to them. Also, they can't hurt the angels' children, cause then of course, angel children

I can also see their swords far more powerful and damaging than nichirins or any other sword. Hell, maybe Angel breathing can top or be next to Sun breathing from it's high chances of harm to demons.

Words can't describe how much of a whore I'd be for that version of Karaku. The front bangs makes him look more attractive and older. That design was a masterpiece 👏👏👏

With the other one, he looked like a child, honestly.

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