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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.

The Art of Blooming in Your Own Time 🌸

“Better to admit you walked through the wrong door than to spend your life in the wrong room”

There’s this quiet pressure we carry—like we’re supposed to have it all figured out by a certain age. Go to school. Pick a path. Stick to it. Be successful. Be impressive. Be “on time.”

But what happens when life doesn’t follow the script?

That’s what I ran into during my first experience with college. I went in so sure of myself. I was majoring in criminal justice, planning to become a lawyer. I had it all mapped out—four years of undergrad, then law school, then a career. I was proud of having a plan. I wasn’t going to be one of those people who switched majors halfway through. That wasn’t going to be me… until it was.

By my second semester, something in me shifted. I realized: I don’t want this anymore. And I didn’t know what I wanted instead.

That unraveling felt like failure. Like shame. Like I was lost.

I had built so much of my identity around this idea of who I was supposed to become—and letting go of that felt like letting go of the version of me I thought would make everyone proud. But here’s the thing: the people who loved me weren’t disappointed in me for changing paths—they were only disappointed I hadn’t told them sooner.

That was such a turning point. To realize I had a support system who wanted me to chase my happiness—not theirs. That reminder helped shift everything. Because no one tells you this part: so many people change their paths. Over and over. And that’s okay.

When You Feel Behind

Even after stepping away from that path, the feeling of being behind lingered. I looked around and saw people my age who seemed so sure of themselves. They had careers. Direction. Clarity. And I felt like I was stuck at the start, questioning everything.

And that’s when the comparison set in.

You’ve probably heard the quote “Comparison is the thief of joy.” It is. Deeply. It strips away the beauty of your own timeline by convincing you you’re late. But here’s what I’ve realized: most people are just figuring it out as they go—even the ones who look put together on the outside.

Social media doesn’t show the confusion, the tears, the uncertainty. It just shows the highlight reel.

So if you’re in a space where you’re comparing your progress to someone else’s—pause. Come back to your path. Your timeline. Your story.

What Blooming Means to Me Now

Today, blooming feels like doing things because I want to—not because I feel pressured to “catch up.” It means allowing myself to grow, shift, pivot, and change, as many times as I need to.

It means doing things that light me up. Surrounding myself with what brings joy. Nourishing my mind so that ideas flow freely. And giving myself grace when things don’t happen as quickly as I hoped.

When I’m good mentally, I thrive creatively. I get clarity. I become more open to who I want to be. That’s what blooming feels like—it’s not about having it all figured out. It’s about having the space to become.

If You’re Feeling Behind… Read This

You are not late.

You haven’t missed your moment.

This isn’t a race—it’s your journey. Your process. Your path. And it doesn’t have to look like anyone else’s.

Give yourself permission to figure it out. To take your time. To shift. To start over. To try something completely new. And to believe—not just that you can do what you dream of—but that you will.

You are allowed to bloom in your own time.

Let’s Talk:

Have you ever felt like you were behind in life? What helped you shift your mindset or what are you still learning to let go of? Drop a comment, I’d love to hear from you! ☺️

Source: The Art of Blooming in Your Own Time 🌸

Okay, I don't know if I can ramble about this here freely, but if I'm honest with my own opinions on Demon slayer and Kagaya especially, that motherfucker can hang himself and I'd burn him with it as well. Like, the fuck is your sick ass doing using people at their most vulnerable times to make them into your soldiers?? The fuck you mean you let A CHILD become a hashira???? Don't you have some fucking patience or are you this desperate, you son of bitch!! I almost know it in my bones that his daddy was also a bitch!! How many fucking children died because of your selfish ass needs?? I'm fucking aware that demons are a high problem, but have some fucking decency to not collect child soldiers!! I'd rip his head off myself if it came to it!!! EVEN KILLING HIS OWN DAUGHTERS IN THE EXPLOSION WHILE LETTING HIS SON LIVE, THAT MOTHERFUCKER!!

ufotable MOCKTAIL BAR GINZA

The grand opening: April 29th.

source? I felt it in my bones

”your future husband is going to have to put up with you” who said im getting married

With Hantengu (small form)

And Zohakuten.

𖦹 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬' 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𖦹

Since the design material collection books finally arrived, I was able to scan some of the pages and visualize the demon's heights. Some of them are officially stated while for others, I had to approximate based on comparison. Explanation for each of those is stated below.

First of are Muzan (179 cm), Kokushibo (190 cm), Doma (187 cm) and Akaza (173 cm). Their heights are all officially stated in the Demon Corps Records.

Next are Hantengu (166 cm), Gyokko (between 150 and 170 cm in his vase), Daki (~ 178 cm) and Gyutaro (~ 190 cm). The later two don't have an official height mentioned but the size of the head is a good measure to compare the characters in the official designs. Daki is of course taller because of her shoes, while in the anime, Gyutaro is hunched over a lot. But from the image of the design material from the Entertainment District Arc which I've used, you can see what his height is standing straight, or at least as straight as physically possible for him.

I'd like to add that while Gyokko's height is known, if you go based off the official art, he can be taller than 170 cm, depending on how straight he positions himself and how far he comes out of his vase.

Hantengu's clones

Looking at the clones next, you can see Zohakuten (~ 165 cm) and first-split Sekido and Karaku (~ 190 cm). Zohakuten's height is more or less official since we are shown the direct comparison with Tanjiro. The other two were again compared with the head sizes and proportions.

Second-split Sekido and Karaku as well as Aizetsu and Urogi are generally the same size (~ 190 cm) since their proportions don't really change. However, Urogi's anatomy generally affects his height, but not too much as when he's standing on his legs, his hips would be around the same height as the others'.

The smallest of the clones is the main body / fear clone (~ 19 cm). The tallest being Urami (~ 260 cm) who is seen directly next to Tanjiro in the design material.

Gyokko's height when morphed

Morphed / true-form Gyokko (~ 215 cm) is directly compared to Muichiro whose height is known (160 cm), making a visualization of his size easy.

(An approximation of his tail length may follow.)

Ranking

From tallest to smallest, Muzan and the upper moons as well as their other forms can be ranked as followed:

Urami - 260 cm

Morphed Gyokko - 215 cm

Kokushibo ︱ Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu and Urogi ︱ Gyutaro - 190 cm

Doma - 187 cm

Muzan - 179 cm

Daki - 178 cm

Akaza - 173 cm

Hantengu - 166 cm

Zohakuten - 165 cm

Gyokko - ∅ 160 cm

Hantengu / Fear Clone - 19 cm

My literal height comparison to the main four and Urami:

Jesus.....

𖦹 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬' 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𖦹

Since the design material collection books finally arrived, I was able to scan some of the pages and visualize the demon's heights. Some of them are officially stated while for others, I had to approximate based on comparison. Explanation for each of those is stated below.

First of are Muzan (179 cm), Kokushibo (190 cm), Doma (187 cm) and Akaza (173 cm). Their heights are all officially stated in the Demon Corps Records.

Next are Hantengu (166 cm), Gyokko (between 150 and 170 cm in his vase), Daki (~ 178 cm) and Gyutaro (~ 190 cm). The later two don't have an official height mentioned but the size of the head is a good measure to compare the characters in the official designs. Daki is of course taller because of her shoes, while in the anime, Gyutaro is hunched over a lot. But from the image of the design material from the Entertainment District Arc which I've used, you can see what his height is standing straight, or at least as straight as physically possible for him.

I'd like to add that while Gyokko's height is known, if you go based off the official art, he can be taller than 170 cm, depending on how straight he positions himself and how far he comes out of his vase.

Hantengu's clones

Looking at the clones next, you can see Zohakuten (~ 165 cm) and first-split Sekido and Karaku (~ 190 cm). Zohakuten's height is more or less official since we are shown the direct comparison with Tanjiro. The other two were again compared with the head sizes and proportions.

Second-split Sekido and Karaku as well as Aizetsu and Urogi are generally the same size (~ 190 cm) since their proportions don't really change. However, Urogi's anatomy generally affects his height, but not too much as when he's standing on his legs, his hips would be around the same height as the others'.

The smallest of the clones is the main body / fear clone (~ 19 cm). The tallest being Urami (~ 260 cm) who is seen directly next to Tanjiro in the design material.

Gyokko's height when morphed

Morphed / true-form Gyokko (~ 215 cm) is directly compared to Muichiro whose height is known (160 cm), making a visualization of his size easy.

(An approximation of his tail length may follow.)

Ranking

From tallest to smallest, Muzan and the upper moons as well as their other forms can be ranked as followed:

Urami - 260 cm

Morphed Gyokko - 215 cm

Kokushibo ︱ Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu and Urogi ︱ Gyutaro - 190 cm

Doma - 187 cm

Muzan - 179 cm

Daki - 178 cm

Akaza - 173 cm

Hantengu - 166 cm

Zohakuten - 165 cm

Gyokko - ∅ 160 cm

Hantengu / Fear Clone - 19 cm

A new small oc that would be in the Zenmeigan clan, of course, in the Shiranami.

Aurelia Yvaine: The Graveyard Petal of the Demon slayer corps.

She was born in the hidden village, nestled deep within a valley where the forests whispered, and the rivers sang lullabies. Her family lived in a small wooden home woven almost seamlessly into a grove of silver-barked trees. Her mother taught her the language of herbs and the music of the earth. Her father taught her patience and craftsmanship, whittling animal figures that seemed almost ready to leap from his hands.

One bloodstained night, demons descended upon her village, drawn by the scent of life and the whisper of magic. Sumire's parents hid her deep within a hollowed tree, telling her to stay silent no matter what she heard. She obeyed, listening as her village — her whole world — was torn apart. When the sun rose, Sumire emerged to find herself alone among the ruins, the only sound the fluttering of her butterfly companions. In her grief, she discovered her strange power: not only could she guide the butterflies, but through them, she could sense the presence of demons, and even use them to confuse or slow her enemies — small, subtle acts that might mean the difference between life and death.

Though she lacked brute strength, she was trained in a delicate, agile combat style, weaving between demons with the help of her butterfly allies, striking swiftly and vanishing like mist. Some mistook her presence for a sign of death or dreams — a silent girl with butterflies swirling like a living cloak — but among the demon slayers, she became known as the "Whispering Bloom," a hunter who guided lost souls, human and butterfly alike, through the darkness.

Just like Shinobu, she would rely on special poisons extracted from wisteria and enhanced by the knowledge passed down from her healer mother. Her butterflies would carry traces of the wisteria too — soft powder shedding from their wings that slows down demons who breathe it in.

She was trained with Butterfly breathing, but due to it only having three forms:

First Form: Fluttering Waltz — A sudden, spinning movement that releases paralyzing mist from hidden poisons, disorienting the demon.

Second Form: Spiral Bloom — Twirling in a defensive circle, she uses quick slashes that open shallow, poisoned wounds across the demon’s body.

Third Form: Petalstorm Lament — Launches into the air with the aid of her butterflies and rains down a rapid series of poisoned strikes.

She decided to take on Flower breathing as well to help her fight a little bit easier.

Make a top 5 of your favorite albums of all time🫶

Literally, every album I make is my favorite, but I would mostly say that the ones that fit a certain vibe are my favorite of all the rest.

The giant ass lore of the Zenmeigan clan!!

Clan Symbol:

A crest featuring six overlapping feline heads (sabertooth, lion, lioness, tiger, jaguar, cheetah) encircling a single ancient eye — the "Spirit Eye" that represents the wisdom that binds them all

Divine Feline Patrons:

Each Great Feline is worshiped as both a god and an ancestor. Their traits manifest in those descended from their line. Many of the clan’s traditions — including rituals, arts, and even political strategy — are heavily influenced by the teachings of the women within the clan. They’re not a brute clan obsessed with "who is strongest." They’re a clan that understands strength is in wisdom, balance, and respect — and they see women as essential to maintaining that balance.

Sacred Symbols for Women:

Women carry a sigil blessed by their family's patron feline — often worn as necklaces or tattoos. These sigils are enchanted to protect them from harm and resonate with their natural spiritual aura. Even disrespectful behavior (without violence) is heavily punished through public shaming rituals or demotion in social status.

Punishments are brutal and unrelenting:

Exile: Permanent banishment into the cursed wilds outside the sacred valley.

Spirit Trial: Offenders may be forced into battle against the ancestral spirits themselves, often leading to death or spiritual shattering.

Memory Erasure: For the most vile cases, clan mystics strip the criminal of all memories, reducing them to an empty vessel — a fate worse than death.

Mythological Justification:

In Zenmeigan myth, when the Great Feline Gods first walked the earth, they chose to bless women with the power to weave souls and stabilize the wildness of nature.

It was the women who first taught the clan how to live in balance with the beasts, the forests, and even the wild magics of the world.

Laws Protecting Women:

Within the clan, women enjoy high political status, spiritual authority, and are often considered "the heart" of any family.

Harming a woman — physically, mentally, or spiritually — is a sacred crime known as "Breaking the Fang."

Sacred View of Women:

In the Zenmeigan philosophy, women are regarded as the Living Pillars — beings naturally in tune with life, the world, and the Great Felines' original will.

It is believed that unlike most men, who easily fall prey to the urges of destruction, conquest, and pride, women possess the innate ability to heal, nurture, stabilize, and elevate life simply by being treated with the honor and respect they deserve. A common Zenmeigan proverb says: "To harm a woman is to tear the threads of the Great Tapestry (balance) itself."

Special Powers and Traits:

The Zenmeigan are rumored to have "Spirit Eyes" — a mystical sight said to allow them to perceive truths hidden from normal people. Some say Tundro’s eyes shine with the wisdom of the feline gods themselves. They are also adept in ancient magic, particularly illusion, spiritual communication, and memory weaving.

Sacred Mask Ceremony: Members wear masks shaped like feline faces during rituals, symbolizing their connection to the gods and the sacred feminine.

Special Powers and Traits:

Depending on their god-blood, members exhibit physical traits (sharp canines, golden eyes, heightened senses) and supernatural abilities tied to their lineage. Mastery over one’s god-given gift is considered a lifelong journey.

Location:

A hidden sacred valley surrounded by mist-covered cliffs, dense primeval forests, and ancient ruins — believed to be the original birthplace of the Great Feline Gods.

Traditions and Practices:

Trial of the Wild Heart: Adolescents must prove themselves worthy of their bloodline by surviving alone in a sacred, god-touched wild zone for several days, facing visions and beasts alike.

Ritual of the Moon Fangs: During full moons, warriors renew their bonds to their feline patrons with blood-oaths and dance battles mimicking the spirits of their gods.

Wisdom Tournaments: Clan debates are as respected as duels. Knowledge and wit can grant you rank nearly as much as battle prowess.

Sacred Beliefs:

Women, especially those born of divine bloodlines, are seen as sacred bridges between the mortal world and the feline gods. Priestesses often act as spiritual leaders, healers, and are entrusted with the most powerful rituals. A woman born with dual blessings (e.g., Tiger + Cheetah) is considered an omen of major change.

FAMILIES

Sabertooth — “Ōkami-no-Kiba” (Great Fang of the Gods):

Patron of the main bloodline (Tundro’s line). Symbolizes ancient power, endurance, and dominion over time. Descendants show extreme longevity, unnatural resilience, and the ability to “pause” moments briefly during battle.

Sabertooth Family: The “Kibajin.”

Lion — “Reijū-Ō” (Spirit King):

Embodiment of courage, rulership, and willpower. Descendants have booming, aura-based abilities that can inspire allies and crush enemy spirits.

Lion Family: The “Ōshiba.”

Lioness — “Miyohime” (Sacred Huntress):

Patroness of precision, leadership, and battlefield cunning. Lioness family warriors are brilliant tacticians and deadly in coordinated attacks.

Lioness Family: The “Himekawa.”

Tiger — “Kōrō” (Lord of the Wild Storm):

Represents ferocity, raw strength, and elemental fury. Descendants can channel destructive spiritual force into their strikes or even manipulate localized storms.

Tiger Family: The “Arashiguma.”

Jaguar — “Yamitsuki” (Moonshadow Devourer):

God of stealth, night hunting, and dreamwalking. Jaguar-blooded clan members are peerless assassins, able to slip between shadows and even attack through dreams.

Jaguar Family: The “Tsukikage.”

Cheetah — “Hayatsume” (Swift Blade of the Wind):

Deity of speed, precision, and kinetic energy. Their descendants are lightning-fast, able to move with bursts that seem to tear the air apart.

Cheetah Family: The “Shiranami.”

((A little bit strangely placed around, still still the lore of the clan. Also, every girl oc that I make or mention would be from the clan and of a family.))

WHY IS HE THAT FUCKING ATTRACTIVE???? HE'S AN ATTRACTIVE PIECE OF SHIT!! FUCK!!!

moments of Annie going insane of how hot the Hantengus are

Yeah, the animal won't be for Sukuna in any way.

((Why the fuck did I think he'd want to try and eat it???))

Reign, if you could answer a quick question:

How would you scale the shocked reactions of the jjk men if they saw a goddamn wild animal like a wolf or a tiger living with their partner? I just know Nanami would be shocked the fuck out and Gojo would probably think that it's cool as hell.

this was hardly quick 😾

Gojo: 0 (could sense it lol)

Geto: 3 (not even the weirdest thing he's seen)

Choso: 9 (how did you fit a wild animal in your house??? and why?? thats so cool but why???)

Toji: 4 (he's shocked for a second and then he's like, whatever I'm gonna nap, don't make a mess and don't wake me up)

Nanami: 10 (he malfunctions. a dangerous animal. his wife. his home. wife smiling. animal smiling. why. when. how.)

Sukuna: 2 (kinda surprised but very pleased because he sees it as an offering. it's about time you treated him as the king that he is)

I don't know what I'm doing-

Sekido nsfw headcanons of mine!!

Sekido:

He might be the one to accidentally whimper or whine when you squeeze down on him too tight, but that's only a secret between you two, otherwise anyone who heard it will be dead. This mofo would go like:

Huff "Hah-ah fuck... Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Don't squeeze me like that so fucking soon, fucking greedy whore. I have a longer time to go here"

Also, he has slightly more stamina than the others and could go on for about 20-25 to 30 rounds a night.

Cock size: soft- 13.6 inches; hard-15.9 inches.

I feel like he'd finish hard and release a lot more compared to the other three, but it's still a lot for one to handle. (May help be with the one he's fucking)

Small spoilers on how it'd possibly go:

Sakuro: Alright, I've literally tried everything of my hypnotization and NOTHING has happened???

((Would probably name the girl Ayani))

Ayani: I haven't told you that I have bad eyesight yet?

Sakuro: Hold- Hold the fuck up, you're saying you're almost blind?! So, what happened until now was without my hypnosis??

Ayani: Yeah..? Possibly...

Sakuro: Oh... 😳

((I also kind of headcanon him that he never really got affection that wasn't affected by his hypnosis, something like that.))

I am so fucking tempted to write a fanfic of this fuck:

And a slightly blind or completely blind girl that actually falls for him and not because of his hypnosis.

I need him to fucking leave my head!!!

Do you have a favorite singer/songwriter? What makes their music special to you?

Banshee and every single song and songwriter that makes their songs sound peaceful and beautiful yet carry a goddamn danger message in the lyrics. Those are my favorite kinds of songs.

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.

not an ask, but your art style is so nice .

Aww, thanks 😊🩷. I already see my flaws in it and I'm thinking of getting more practice in the summer.

what was the very first thing that got u into fandom?? like what tv show made u look online for more

The anime of Demon slayer got me into the fandom.

I won't talk about how I got into countryhumans... Thankfully, I'm not with the stereotypical side of them.

what's the first song that comes to mind that has "tonight" in it?

Do I even hear songs like that? I just mostly listen to whatever songs I downloaded mp3, but I don't think I've heard "tonight" in any one of them.

I think the asbestos that was in the walls of my house just went up into my brain and then exploded. There is nothing wrong with me, I swear (they lying)

.... Hold on, what? I still think seeing a doctor would be beneficial...

What is your favorite movie and when did you first watch it?

My favorite first movie was "Всичко е любов" ("Everything is love") and I first watched it somewhere last year in autumn or winter.

The normal day of the clones x y/n ship in my head.

I am so fucking tempted to write a fanfic of this fuck:

And a slightly blind or completely blind girl that actually falls for him and not because of his hypnosis.

I need him to fucking leave my head!!!

Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

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Mount Rainier

Wanna know something? He ain't never did that shit. He literally said to love everyone, or the least one can do is respect them, but no. Some delusional asshole will continue to be cowardly dicks.

Fatass bitch lol

It's almost sad how some people are so consumed of beauty standards that they forget that they're ugly themselves and only hate on others to mask their own insecurities and problems.

Fern Gully. 🌿🌲