My sexy Han look at his hands on his knees oh my God I want to kiss his throat and put my hand in his hair.

I love him so much I wanna cry.

They have me on a choke hold

I hope they make posters of this image and sell it 🩷 and make a ton of money off of it so they know people love the clones

People hate my relationship with Hantengu because it's a common observation that he knew he did something bad, and my tolerance for him is disturbing to many viewers. He was exactly like his human self as a demon: on edge and agitated, full of unnecessary rage just waiting to spill out, self absorbed, manipulative, calculated and stealthy. This man has had to run and hide before and it's clear he's done this many times. The only drastic change he took on was a darker complexion, glowing eyes, horns and claw like nails. When I say I love him, I am also saying I acknowledge he had bad thoughts as a human and that he acted on those thoughts countless times. The murder and theft of the blind monk was only where it ended. That was the closest memory he had to his transformation, when Muzan came to him. He saw the end of his humanity because he erased all the other crimes from his twisted mind willingly. He rewrote entire chapters of his life just to begin another one with the same damn story. He was sick and was not helped. Partly due to his time period, partly due to denial. He was mentally unstable and he did not need to be married with children at a time when he was so unwell he couldn't be trusted to keep them safe from himself. God knows how he did it but he took children's lives and his pathetic excuses couldn't make it forgivable. He was so diabolical he was sentenced straight to death the moment he was caught. He became less good at hiding his tracks and became a deranged and unhinged old man the more he believed his own lies. He was willing to manipulate himself to keep manipulating others and it resulted in his death, eventually, at the hands of a young man who was under the impression his sister sacrificed her own life to allow him to catch this narcissistic coward who even subjected his own headless demon body to sunlight just to attempt to capture two blacksmiths.

As Tanjiro's steel agonizingly (and finally) penetrates Hantengu's neck, he questions if his life is flashing before his eyes which was a real "no shit you're gonna die, moron" moment for everyone. We no longer see Urami and we officially see Hantengu himself express defeat, his expression of fear and anguish drop and we see how pissed off he really is. He failed. Zohakuten was to be burned, another hashira spared. Before he witnessed Nezuko could withstand the sun, he, to his knowledge, failed his master and himself. Muzan was clever enough to convince Hantengu he believed his innocence. He knew how to talk to an unsound man and win his trust. Muzan sought out people he knew would accept his recruitment. We officially see a glimpse of his human life played back like an old movie. When he was caught because he didn't keep his hands to himself, he blamed his hands for all the trouble. Who knows what else he put the blame on before. If he stabbed someone, it was the knife. If it was blunt forced trauma, it was the object. If he strangled someone, it was the oxygen. No matter how unrealistic it would seem, he'd give it all the credit as long as it wasn't /him/ and that's why people find my social media to be cringe. People like him exist in this world. Unfortunately, we all know a Hantengu. I was raised in the presence of a few. I don't know if my love for him takes place in unhealed trauma to figures of authority, or if I relate with him in some shameful way, but I express confidence and commitment in my bond with him and if it puts me in the hole some day, oh well. Let it be an example of what happens when you don't help yourself. *Shrugs and cuddles up to my pillow*

I have had many real life partners who have suffered my deteriorating mental health show me nothing but loyalty. I return their love never to them, but to a fictional character. I too can be considered despicable. Will I change? Not sure if I plan on it. Perhaps my happy place is deeply in love with a man who is not real. A man I cannot hurt and a man who cannot hurt me. Society doesn't want people like me to fraternize with the public, so I suppose he will have to do. I am learning to be kinder on the outside, inside me is a neediness to be seen as innocent, lovely and charming, and I will keep telling myself this until I finally believe it. People may claim to be a victim by me, but I'm sure one day with enough convincing, those memories won't hurt my heart. If I believe myself to be innocent rather than accepting those crimes, I won't feel such sadness for what they claim I made them feel. Perhaps... We are perfect for each other, Hantengu and I. 🖤👹

HANTENGU CLONES

I'm sorry where tf are the plushies of Hantengus dragon? Y'all got the 51cm cursed cat alastor whatever thing but I can't have Hantengus dragon? Where the fuck is all the Hantengu and his clones merch at because that would be a financial success among us gullible lil bitches

Creative Gardens, 1986

I'm gonna cry stop OMG!!!! My mail person never delivers on time and skips days and this means I lose out on important papers many times, but today I will put laundry away so that I can feel rewarded with my button. 👹🖤 My mansssss.

House (1977) Dir. Nobuhiko Ôbayashi

Backstory: what if Muzan asked Hantengus wife to become a demon slayer to become a spy for the demons and she does. Request: How would the clones (main clones + Zohakuten and Urami) react to their wife having a uniform like Mitsuri? (I can already feel how Zohakuten can react bc of his interaction with her)

DUDE YOU ARE A GENIUS 💯. ABSOLUTELY.

I can't help it, just look at him!

Fuck, Sekido, please... Hnnnng

wake me up by settling your cock in between my ass. slide it up and down, softly groaning in my ear as precum leaks from your angry tip, anxious to slip into my wet hole. when i roll over onto my front, climb on top of me, spreading my thighs apart slowly to not wake me up. lick two fingers and slide them into my pussy, getting me just wet enough that it’s easy for your dick to push in. slowly push your cock in, easing it in inch by inch, my hole clenching softly as i get used to your girth. when i start to stir, take the plunge and start properly fucking me. slam your dick into me again and again, whispering in my ear “i’m so sorry, i had to, you looked so pretty” as you violently pound me into the bed.

How I imagine Hantengu (lil old man) taking advantage of a female victim. If mentions of unaliving, blood, non-con and necroph!l!a bother you, keep scrolling and do not harass me, please! To each our own! A reminder, this man is/was extremely mentally ill and untreated. He was a criminal who was eventually convicted and put on death row. No shame to anyone with his alleged disorder (I was diagnosed with it) and I fully support seeking help for any aggressive or impending dark tendencies. I am also, however, sexually identifiable as 'fictoromantic' which means I am involved with a fictional character as opposed to real life people. I take it very seriously and I never let anyone's words regarding it bring me down or make me feel crazy for it. (I'm crazy for other things, trust me 🤪😜🤤) so please let me stay in my lane and write for others who are actually into this stuff and do not attack us!

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Sex is extremely difficult to achieve with Hantengu. In his typically agitated state it's hard to imagine what's going on inside of his head other than superstition, immense panic, obsessive intrusive thoughts, etc. His facial expression is in constant anguish and you rarely see him stand. When he does stand he is only 5'5 (166cm) and hunched slightly forward, his thin skinned skeletal hands shaky and fingers bent at the knuckles, nails rugged and outgrown. The Upper Moons occupy their own living situation when they are not being beckoned by Muzan to go on a quest. They do the hunting for themselves and basically just survive until they are needed elsewhere: Doma with his cult and probably reading or contemplating how to feel something, Akaza trains distracting himself from his past with his wife, Kokushibo meditates and copes with intense and deep seeded unhealed rage and jealousy, Gyokko sculpts his pots and swims inside his dark and damp psychotic and "artistic" abyss, Muzan working hard to achieve his plan at becoming a day walker and Daki with her clients, sassily complaining to her brother about other men and how stupid she thinks they are after she feeds them both. Hantengu, however, is more than likely in a dark room balled up in a corner, sobbing and having flashbacks. Not to his crimes but to the consequences. His clones are only triggered when a part of his body becomes severed, so his main form does all the work. He is quiet and stealthy aside of his sniveling and he lurks in the darkness of the night to lunge at his victims, preferably smaller than he is. He has to do this to survive, he doesn't have a choice. When he's not starving and desperate, he has the time to behave like a pathetic vagrant, crawling around and trying to get humans pity so he can attack them with ease. However, the appearance of his horns, sickly features and glowing red eyes frighten them and it leaves him with no choice but to grab them and rip apart their flesh. As he does this he cries more, and says "I promise I am not bad! It's not my fault!"

Hantengu secretly loves being a demon. He is stronger, capable and can evade the law in ways he WISHED he could when he was a man. He can kill and do it with an excuse. He owns the night like a vampire. But his emotions still run frantic within his body. His pleasure still remains when not being manifested into Karaku, and until Karaku's spawning, his elderly form contains it. Among his flashbacks are his numerous marriages. When he was handsome and young, much like his clones, girls practically fell all over him. He canonically had many children and yes, despite the murders, at times he remembers being a father. A distant and delusional one, but a father. He can recall a woman's laugh, smile and touch. The sensation of a woman's soft fingers tracing his jaw, down his chest and over his stomach. These thoughts excite him in his privacy and he squeals out in shame as he thinks them, hiding his face. He quickly shakes it off, unable to picture himself feeling this again now that he is practically invincible as a demon and has no need for it. He still has male genitals but no reproductive system. He can become erect, but contains no active sperm. He occasionally reaches his hand down to feel himself hard and shuts his eyes tight, raising his other arm over his face in embarrassment. He slowly fondles himself over his robes and stops when his heart picks up pace. After all, he keeps up his false reputation as "virtuous" and this behavior out of a marriage is sinful.

As a male, sex has a biological and permanent seat in his mind. It's not wrong to think about it, but he's such a piece of work he can't stop losing his mind over minor inconveniences. One night, he needs blood, so he sneaks into a settlement and stalks a home. An adult female is there all alone, preparing herself for sleep. As she shuts her lights, he enters and waits. She is laying down on her tatami bedding. When Hantengu decides it's time, he silently slides open the shoji doors of her slumber area and creeps inside without a sound. Deep down, humans disgust him because he feels they "show no sympathy" and has no issue slaughtering them for his own gain. But tonight, the thought of something different plagues his mind. Something... Naughty.

Hantengu crawls on top of the young woman and has her pinned, his wrinkled and frail arms on each side of her head. He looks down at her and inspects her body. She is dressed in delicate gowns, nipples hard in the cool evening. She breathes softly, eyes remaining shut. She doesn't sense his presence in her sleep. He sniffs her neck and the scent of her blood sends him into a frenzy. "So good... So... hungry." He begins to drool and a wretched snarl reveals his fangs. As he leans down to bite her, she feels his hot breath and cracks open her eyes. As she is about to let out a scream, his hand quickly presses down over her soft lips, bolting them shut. The yellow kanji irises in his eyes are now clear as he is no longer squinting and sobbing. This makes him more intimidating. "Silence! Be still. I just want to taste you..." He precedes to open his mouth and lower himself again, but she struggles against him. This pisses him off and she is not strong enough to mortally harm him and has nothing close by available to remove a part of his body to get the clones involved. This time, it's just him doing the work. He uses all of his strength to keep her down. He forces himself between her legs to keep her vulnerable, but, as he presses himself down onto her tiny form, he feels himself hardening and blood rushes to his tip. He begins panting as she wriggles around and he lets go of her mouth, grabs both of her wrists with his nails digging into her skin and he rasps: "You're not getting out of this. Accept your fate and be a good girl." She looks up at him with tears and rage in her eyes, his glowing red eyeballs filling her with shock and fear. He rips the cloth concealing her chest and reveals her breasts with a slight bounce, perky and full. He smiles creepily and licks between them, up her neck and behind her ear. She bites her lip and squeals, turning her head quickly away. "You taste...so good... Your flesh will taste even better between my teeth!" She begins to scream out but her screams don't last long enough for anyone to hear as he rips a chunk out her throat. She gargles and chokes, suffocating and slowly dying. Hantengu is feeling powerful and more demonic than ever. He continues to suck and devour the blood and flesh out of her limp body, removing the rest of her clothes to gorge himself on more.

This girl's body is not like the other female victims... It's common for women in Japan to keep their pubic hair but this girl is completely smooth. Her legs, everything... The moonlight catches on her form from the window and he scans her completely, feeling mesmerized. He can smell her sex, moist and fragrant. It's strong to his demon senses and he can't help but want a taste. He pushes her lifeless legs open and licks her slit, moaning as what's left of her warm juices coat his sharp tongue. He begins to suck and slurp up and down, only flicking against her clit for his own satisfaction. He slides a finger inside, feeling the tightness. This is driving him nuts and he NEEDS to fuck her. He raises his half purple with complex floral patterned and half black silky kimono above his groin and positions his uncircumcised cock with slightly withered skin before her hole. Dark pubic hair that matched the color of what remained on the back of his head in contrast to her shaved pale vagina only reminded him of the masculinity he maintained regardless of his transformation. He used wet blood to ease himself in and let out a groan. "I haven't felt this...in over a hundred years..." He slowly takes himself back out and pushes it in again with a deep sigh. His calm speaking voice, in my mind, resembles the English dub when he saw his life flash before his eyes before being beheaded.

Hantengu pushes the legs further open and grabs ahold of the body's waist. He begins pounding himself in and out, maniacally laughing and growling. He knows he can not cum, but he stares down at the gruesome mess he's feasted on and lets himself feel each thrust with the most pleasure he can possibly allow himself to feel. It doesn't feel as good as it used to when he was human with shallow wanton human needs and capable of orgasm, but the dominance and monstrosity of it all feels incredible and liberating. He WAS a convicted criminal, after all, despite all of his claims of innocence and this is an insanely pleasurable moment for that obscene serial killer. He finally pulls out of her and gives her female sex another taste, admiring it before tearing it out just like another piece of fleshy meat. The smooth hairless labia felt wonderful on his tongue, the layer of blood he used to lubricate her was a delicious topping. After feeding until he felt stronger again, he disappeared into the night which he now owned. On his venture through the woods outside the home he's just broken into, the dark and chilly atmosphere suddenly turned into a fortress filled with light and the decrepit demon found himself seated on a familiar set of stairs;

"Terrifying, terrifying!"

𝕸𝖟 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖚'𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖗𝖙

Since the release of the third season I've often thought about the upper moons bdas, mainly about Gyokko's and Hantengu's. And I think especially Hantengu's has been really underestimated. In my opinion, it has a lot of potential and is probably even more terrifying than most of the other's blood demon arts if you try to imagine it in a realistic setting. So I thought I'd share some of my thoughts for those interested.

Urogi's scream ⊹ His power is probably one of the most underrated ones. And interestingly, the one power that most of them share - him, Zohakuten, Urami and Hantengu's main body.

A lot of people underestimate the danger of loud noise. Not only is it crucial for demon slayers to be able to hear their surroundings to identify where an unseen attacker might come from - the ear is also the balance organ. Seeing Tanjiro struggling to hold his balance during his fight with Urogi would have been a nice detail.

Judging from the effect that Urogi's screams had on Tanjiro, I think it's safe to say his screams are above 120 decibel, which is when it actually starts to be painful. Sounds above 150 decibel burst your eardrums while sounds above 185 damage internal organs and can be deadly. I am not sure of the total range of his volume, but Zohakuten demonstrated that he coul rip someone apart with his scream. Mitsuri only survived because of her special muscle densitiy.

Also, sound travels faster through water. Urogi could e.g. pick up his victim and drop them into a body of water before diving under and screaming at them, causing a lot more damage. Of course his feathers would need to be water-repellent. And not even taking into account his power, just utilizing his ability to just pick up a weaker slayer and drop them into a lake for example, would already debilitate them, as it's difficult to get out or they might even drown if they can't swim.

Sekido's lightning ⊹ His power would obviously be extremely powerful if it worked like actual lightning. But in the anime/manga he rather imitates lightning. Aside from the obvious fact that physics laws don't seem to exist in most media and we're dealing with a dark fantasy anime, it's still fun to imagine his power as realistic as possible.

Sekido could make people's heart stop, partially blind them and even cause the blood vessels in their brain to burst. Those few who survive to tell of the demon's power would be marked by unique patterns stretching across the skin where lightning hit, known as Lichtenberg figures. Perhaps blinded and deaf, they wouldn't be able to fight anymore.

Even though most people who get hit by lightning survive without major injuries, it's still a unique power that is perfect for stunning an opponent. I suppose the author made him appear weaker for the plot. In a fanfiction it would have a lot of potential though.

Urami's size ⊹ This is mainly about how terrifying his size actually is. He's twice as tall as Tanjiro, standing at about three metres or nine feet tall. Imagine being in Tanjiro's situation and having Urami's giant hands wrapped around your head. The immense pressure would be insane. Genya really was Tanjiro's savior in that moment.

Additionally, it was interesting to see him not burning up immediately when hit by the sunlight. The scene was definitely stretched and felt longer than it actually was, but he still didn't make an effort to find shade. Comparing this to Akaza, who seemed terrified by the upcoming sun, indicating he is likely not as resistant to the sun despite having a higher rank, this seems like Hantengu developed a bit of a resistance to the sun even if only for a few seconds. Or this might be a unique feature about the clones. Since Urami is not the main body, he might be able to regenerate faster than the sun destroys his cells as long as the main body is safe and therefore survive longer when hit by sunlight.

Masahisa Fukase: Sasuke!! Dear Cat (1979)

Guvinda autumn/winter 2000

scans 

Made these for a friend UwU

(( at some point i feel sekido has done this to the clones with there horns whenever he blames them for the failures of there mission))