#𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮��𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼

[hawnkoii]

Update on the boys (hantengu clones) please? 🥺 I need them in my life right now.

Well… I drew this some time ago XD

Basically they received a kiss from y/n and this is their reaction:

Update on the boys? They’re thriving with their s/o (y/n) >3< 💕

[queenofthekings]

Babe, wake up, new prompt coming!

I found this cute image on Pinterest and it had me thinking: what if reader spends a whole afternoon crafting these little messages and then she sneakily hides them around Eddie's stuff. Every time he finds one, goes to reader and gives her a kiss, then stores it in a tin box 🩷💋

𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼

Summary: You make love letters for Eddie.

Author's note: Mea I'm so sorry it took me forever to write this request! I hope you enjoy it! Also thank you to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple, @ryan-waddell11 and @orchidmunson for their endless encouragement <3

CW: None, just a whole lotta fluff and Eddie being a dork.

Word count: 1.2k

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

Being at Eddie’s apartment alone while he was away working wasn’t an uncommon thing for either of you, he had given you a key to his apartment for a reason, after all. Although you two hadn’t made the full step of moving in together yet, you still spent a lot of time at his apartment whenever you could fit it into your schedule.

You were sat at Eddie’s kitchen table with every kind of stationary imaginable scattered all around you; every shade of pink and white paper, felt tip pens, glitter and endless amounts of glue.

Since Eddie’s phone had broken several days beforehand and he was far too busy with work and couldn’t fit it within budget for the month to get it fixed, you decided to make love notes for him to read every day. You made notes for every occasion; if he felt sad, if he did something amazing, he missed you or even just needed to be told he was loved.

Although your arts and crafts skills weren’t perfect and you ended up with far too much glitter and glue all over your fingers, you were still proud of the notes you were able to make. You knew your art teacher from primary school would be proud of what you’d made, even if when you had lessons with her she hated your guts.

You had almost finished the final note and put them in a jar by the time Eddie walked inside, you felt him gently scratch the top of your head before wrapping his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Well this is a nice surprise to come home to.”

You felt the warm burn inside your stomach as you squeezed his arm, happy to be back where you felt like you belonged. “I missed you, of course I’d be here.”

It had only been a couple of days since you last saw each other, but it always felt like an eternity. Being with Eddie was the only place you truly felt safe, it was like coming home every time he brought you into his arms.

Before you and Eddie had gotten together; you’d never believed in that kind of stuff, that home could be a person instead of a place and you thought the people who said that stuff were talking nonsense. But now you understood them, and you just had to wait to find your person.

Eddie glanced over at the mess on the kitchen table, not daring to touch anything with his dirty fingers from working on cars all day. “Whatcha doing here, princess?”

You leaned into him, rubbing his arm with your hand. “It’s a surprise.”

He placed a hand over his eyes once you revealed it was a surprise. “I’m not looking, I swear!” he moved away from you, keeping his hand over his eyes, causing you to laugh. “I’m gonna go have a shower, you wanna order a pizza?”

“Sure,” you answered through your continued laughter as Eddie felt around his apartment to get to the bathroom, hitting his feet and legs on various pieces of furniture along the way. Your boyfriend was an absolute dork, but you loved it far too much, although you knew he acted like that just to make you laugh and he couldn’t ever get enough of that laugh.

You waited until he was safely in the shower to finish the last note and put it into the jar before promptly hiding it in your backpack, being sure Eddie would never find it accidently, not that he’d ever go through your belongings, but you were still cautious. After washing your hands thoroughly, you cleared the kitchen table of your project and grabbed your laptop to order pizza.

Sure, phoning Dominos to place your order was easier but Eddie’s pizza orders were always special to put it simply. That man couldn’t settle for a simple margarita pizza to save his life, nay, he had to have some weird combination that changed in a frequent basis. His current favourite pizza? Tandoori chicken and burger sauce with stuffed crust. As odd as it sounded, you did have a slice and it was pretty good, so you couldn’t exactly hate him for that.

You’d just finished placing the order when Eddie came out donned in just a towel, another towel in his hair trying to dry it before lowering it to cover his face completely. “Is it safe to come out?”

You let out another laugh, nodding your head. “Yes, you muppet, it’s safe. Pizza’s been ordered and it should be here in a bit.”

Taking the towel away from his face, he smirked at you and began to slowly walk across his apartment towards you, deliberately allowing his towel to slip down his body. Watching him with a smirk matching his, you shook your head. “Don’t even think about it, mister, we got pizza coming and I don’t wanna get interrupted by the doorbell again.”

He pouted and pulled up the towel, sulking his way into the bedroom. He came back a few minutes later in his usual jeans and dark red hoodie, one you’d frequently steal from him to wear when the weather got a bit cold.

You closed your laptop lid as he wrapped his arms around you again, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head once you rested your back against his chest. The pair of you stayed in content silence until the loud knock on the door to signal your pizzas had arrived. You began to get up, but Eddie placed his hands on your shoulders to keep you seated, “I’ll get them baby,” he murmured into your hair before answering the door.

Eddie had fallen asleep after devouring his pizza and watching a season and a half of Derry Girls while cuddling with you on the couch, his head nestled into the crook of your neck, feeling his breath on your skin with his arms wrapped tightly around your middle, keeping you close to him.

You slowly got out of his grasp, being careful not to wake him up, although Eddie was quite a deep sleeper and not a lot of things woke him up. As quietly as possible, you moved around his apartment, tidying up the pizza boxes before turning off the TV and putting a blanket over Eddie.

Getting the jar out of your backpack, you began to place the notes around Eddie’s apartment; on every table, in some books, in the wardrobe, on the fridge and in every single pocket you could think of. Once you’d finished, you gently shook Eddie awake just enough to get him in bed and properly asleep before you followed him soon after, cuddling into him as you easily fell asleep.

In the morning, you were woken up by an endless amount of kisses all over your face, lips, neck, chest, and hands. At first, you were too sleepy and groggy to fully realise what was happening but as you slowly started to wake up, you moved Eddie’s kisses up to your lips and kissed him back. “What’s all the kisses for?” you whispered against his lips.

Eddie gave you a couple more kisses before answering your question. “I found some of your notes, and I thought since my girl was being so loving with her notes; I thought I would be loving back and wake her up with as many kisses as I can give her before work.”

[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

⋆ ₊☽˚𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼˚☾₊ ⋆ 

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 : you and coryo had gone through hell and back, you've been together and far apart yet you could never find the courage to say how you truly feel for him. so, you wrote them into letter form, but you never sent them. and so what happens when one mr. snow finds each and every letter only to realize that it's too late?

𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : written in letter form from the readers perspective, talks of jealousy and sad feelings, r is definitely from the capitol

𝓪/𝓷 : tbh, i have SO many other things i should be writing but this idea popped into my head and so i've been writing it when i have time in between classes and other stuff so here ya go, hope you enjoy!

𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽

⋆ ₊ ☽ ·˚𓍲⋆ 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮: 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓻 ⋆𓍲˚· ☾ ₊ ⋆ 

Dearest Coryo,

Congratulations on making the top twenty! I am so proud of you darling! 

After everything that we’ve been through, you deserve it. I am sure that the Plinth Prize will find its way home into your hands so you can pay off your family's debts and so you can finally take me out on a proper date.

I know that I will be there in person to congratulate you at the reaping ceremony but I just wanted you to know that no matter what, I will be cheering you on from the side lines. 

You know, the first letter I ever wrote for you was way back when we were kids during the war, right? 

Me and my family had just fled to our safe house in the mountains and I was wondering how you and your family were doing. Then of course, news of your fathers murder spread even into our small cabin in the middle of nowhere. Of course, my first instinct was to pull out parchment and a pen and just write, write, write. 

And write, write, write I did. I somehow ended up writing 30 pages of parchment front and back recounting every single moment we had until that exact moment. From the first time we met at the tender age of three at a family dinner, to the first moment we played at the park together. Even now, I still remember the ache of my wrist after writing for nearly the entire afternoon. My mother even helped me bind the collection of letters into a book for you, do you remember that?

Or well, I suppose you don't see as I never sent the letters. Something in my chest just never let my hands grab the letters where they lay hidden in my room, underneath my bed. My heart never left those pages though, and as I write this letter I feel my heart once again pouring into every dotted i and crossed t. 

I have no doubt that this letter too will never see the light of day just as many other letters I have written over the years have. It is quite the affair after I finish a letter. I feel as though I have accomplished something by immortalizing my feelings and memories into these written pages of paper.

Anyways, I love you and I am just so proud of you my dearest Coryo.

Love, 

Your Biggest Admirer

Dearest Coryo,

I am so terribly sorry for you. My heart aches just knowing that you got so close to the Plinth prize only for Dean Highbottom to rip it out of your grasp and shred it into a million pieces right in front of your eyes.

And not to mention, the new mentorship you are expected to undertake, I mean do they not know who you are. 

Coriolanus Snow, the brightest, most intelligent, most caring, and most loving student at the Academy, a school known for the rich snobby kids who pay their way up to the top.

You’ve worked so hard to get to where you are today, even your cousin worked so hard just to help propel you to where you are now darling.

I believe that it is an utter disgrace to the Academy name to have students such as ourselves, though one could argue you are from another world entirely compared to us plebeians, to mentor district scum. Not to mention, they think it will be a challenge for you to tame that wild Lucy Gray Baird. 

Sure, you may get nervous but I know you will pull through. After all, Snow lands on top right?

Although, sometimes I wish that Snow would land on top of me. Oh to feel you hovering over me as you kiss me tenderly or passionately. To be honest I would take either of the two. 

It is quite ridiculous, and embarrassing really, how gorgeous you are. I often find myself staring at you from across the room. Your deep blue eyes focused on the assignment or task at hand, sometimes your eyebrows would pull together when you are concentrating on calculations or deep in thought. Your nose would scrunch, adorably, and your lips would forma tight line when you stumble across a particularly hard problem. 

But you never stop trying, it's why I love you. You’ve worked hard to reach where you are today, never bribing people with long winded promises or money. You always worked for what you got, even if you didn’t have to put in all your effort. 

The fact of the matter is that you’re brilliant Coryo. Even when we were young, I remember there was a time when we were playing hide-and-seek and you just knew me too well and found me within five seconds. 

And see that’s the thing, you remember. You always knew exactly what to say to make me laugh when I was crying, what to do when I was furious, and especially when I was sick, you’d bring me flowers and snacks while I lay too nauseous to even ask anyone for food. You truly know me too well.

Just like I know you. Or atleast, I like to think I know you better than say Clemensia. I know that you prefer tea over coffee in the mornings no matter how many espressos you drink with Felix. I know that you dislike strawberry shortcake no matter how many people rave about because you dislike cake. And I know that no matter how hard to try it, those bright blue eyes of yours can’t hide the hunger you have. 

Most importantly though, I know you hunger. Money, power, glory. You thirst for it and I just know that through this mentorship you will be satiated and heavy with happiness after. 

I will cheer you on, no matter what Coryo. 

Love,

Your Biggest Admirer

Dearest Coryo,

It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?

You’ve been quite busy though so I understand. You’ve really taken into this mentorship, haven’t you?

Not that I blame you, everything you’ve ever wanted is right within your grasp as long as you prove to Dr.Gaul and co. that you are deserving of the Plinth prize. But, that also means that you have to do everything you can to also prove Dean Highbottom wrong. 

Of course, that also means that we haven’t really been together in quite a while. 

Not that I mean it in that way it’s just, I miss my best friend sometimes you know. 

It’s been a blessing to have grown up with you. And to have found you after the war. You are after all, still my Coryo. 

But of course, because I know why you’ve been busy so I guess I’ll let it slide as long as you let me treat you, and Tigris and your Grandma’am, out to dinner when you win that prize. Once you solidify your future with me. 

Of course, not in that sense, but as in we can attend the University together and take this country by storm together. 

I’ve noticed that you and Lucy Gray have been quite close. It was sweet of her to not leave you for dead after that awful rebel bombing. 

Did you know I visited you in the hospital as soon as I heard? 

You were laying there, skin all sickly and sticky. There were tubes and stuff hooked up into you. The doctors said that they would help you heal quicker so of course I thought nothing of it. And now you are better. 

Me and Tigris never left your side in that hospital bed. Sometimes I wonder if you had heard all of my ramblings as I say there beside you in that dingy hospital. 

I wonder if you felt my hand as I stoked it back and forth waiting, pleading really, for you to wake up. 

I wonder if you felt my hands as I wiped the sweat off of your forehead and handsome face as I cried for you. 

I wonder how it felt for you when you woke up and I wasn’t there. You see, Gaul and Highbottom had asked me to step in your place to soothe wild Lucy Gray before she performed on stage. I’d like to think it was because they both knew how close we are. Or perhaps they thought it proper torture to remind me just how much you needed this win and how willing they were to keep you from it. 

Regardless, I still begged Lucy Gray to perform with a guitar from my family’s collection that had been requested by you. 

And I’m glad that we had a common shared interest, you. 

It may have been too much of a shared interest between you and her because I saw you two at the zoo tonight. I left before you two could notice me but the burning ache in my chest left a scar that wouldn’t heal. The way that you cradled her fear ridden face. The way that she tenderly took your hand as you wiped her tears away with your mother handkerchief.

Do you like her!??

But regardless you are my best friend and I just want you to be happy so I’ll pretend I never saw anything, promise. 

Anything for you, right?

Anyways, the Games are tomorrow and I hope the odds are ever in your favor Coryo.

Love, 

Your Biggest Admirer

Dearest Coryo,

You did it! That Plinth prize is as good as your darling. I'm so proud of you, I mean this is huge, it's your ticket into the presidency. Now, not even Dean Highbottom can catch you now. I hope you unleash your bitter fury onto all of those who doubted you and show them truly how Snow lands on top. Some people just seem to gossip as they please, talking about your too tight shoes and your tile buttons but none of them can take this win away from you Coryo.

Goodness, the way you lit up as you won. It kind of hurt though when you didn;t even spare me a second glance after you won. You and Tigris just looked so relieved and happy which made me happy for you. That all that mattered to me at that moment, you happiness. You smile that nearly lit up the entire Capitol. Of course, when you turned to look at me with those warm arms of yours open for me to jump into you, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.

And the feeling of you lifting me up, thanking me for supporting you through everything, kissing my cheek, I don’t think I’ve ever been more in love with you Coryo. 

The feel of your lips against my cheek lit up a light in my chest that I thought I lost when I saw you and Lucy Gray in the zoo that night. 

I’m just glad that now that the games are over, we can forget this Lucy Gray and cleanse ourselves of the Games. She can go back home to 12 a hero and a leader and we can continue our lives as they were. 

Maybe we could even go out for a celebratory round of drinks, if you want.

Love,

Your Biggest Admirer

Dearest Coryo,

Where are you? 

After your win it’s like you’ve just up and disappeared. Tigris has been talking about an eviction and losing the penthouse. I thought that the Plinth prize was yours?

Even Highbottom hasn’t said anything about your whereabouts, or well not to me anyway. But even Sejanus said he knows. 

Coriolanus, I’m worried about you.

There have been rumors that you cheated in the Games and got exiled. I hope they aren’t true. I know you, you’d never cheat and destroy your chances at getting the money. Highbottom, no matter how much we hate him, had a point with making the punishment for cheating in the Games severe. There’s no way you would stake your entire family and your home for some District girl, right?

You hate cheaters yourself, remember that one time that we were playing a card game and I had hid some of the cards in my sleeve to ensure I won? You didn’t talk to me for three months. You hate how Clemensia always takes all the credit for your partner assignments when you know damn well that her wrist has never known ache like yours. You hate how Felix has never even had a meaningful conversation with any of the people at political dinners yet he had more support than you did amongst the rich and powerful. You even hate that Sejanus’ family had so much money from a war that we suffered from only to be inducted into the very society their people had been at odds with.

Sejanus told me that you had given Lucy Gray rat poison to kill the other tributes with. He even told me that you retrieved him from the arena, killing one of the tributes. And he said that you had been exiled to 8 to serve as a peacekeeper.

That can’t be true, it just can't, right? 

I mean, even if you had been sent to 8, you would’ve at least told me right? And Tigris would’ve told me and your Grandma’am would’ve surely written to my father with the news. 

Highbottom and Gaul must be mistaken right? There's just no way in my mind that a boy as smart and sweet as yourself would throw away everything for some District clown in a frilly dress. There is just no way that you would’ve manipulated Gaul into letting her into her lab just so you could sneak in and make sure Gaul’s hellish snakes wouldn’t sic Lucy Gray. There is just no way that you snuck her your mothers compact full of poison to use in the Games. And there is just no way that you killed a boy in the Arena saving Sejanus, there's just no way?

Right?

There is no way that you would leave me here to rot all by myself in the capitol without the one person who has ever mattered to me. 

Regardless, whenever you come out of whichever hole you are hiding in, I’ll be here, waiting for you to come home.

Love,

Your Biggest Admirer

this one was admittedly not as sad and its not too long but i hope you enjoyed! stay tuned for pt 2!

[vanityisnasty]

𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼

currently working on this (digital) letter i plan to send to someone who i don’t think is my soulmate but is definitely some sort of twin flame , a very very good friend is better than a low rate lover . i’m making it on google docs and putting little copy and paste symbols everywhere and tons of brigitte bardot gifs because she’s just on my mind a lot lately .

౨ৎ

[gentlehand]

ꪑᥲɾᥴh 𝟙𝟝th 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓲𝔃𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝓮 *ੈ˳ˏˋ꒰ ♡ ꒱˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 i will be aware and in the present, setting my environment well. i will move throughout my day gracefully and peacefully i will be sweet and encouraging not jus to others but myself as well

𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 how did my day go? really well, even though around 1-3 i fell into this time gap where i felt really down and unproductive, and then i picked myself up and did something i didnt expect or plan for today ! i ended up with only 2 things on my to-do list not done. One of them literally being snacking so thats alright with me. i also drank 7 cup today 5 of them being jus water!! im so proud staying hydrated fr. how did i feel ? At first the gap in time i'll admit threw me off and discouraged me so much, but afterwards praying on it got me in a better mood! And i doodled. Something i need to bring back daily and im so glad im doing that, letting my creative energy go is the most draining thing to do. So letting all that flow felt good!

Overall? im feeling really well. I picked back up some important habits to me and added some new ones on.

+waking up early + trying my best to stay away from caffiene +staying as hydrated as i find possible + doodling daily (no matter how it turns out)

[mashirasan]

𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮: 𝓲𝓽’𝓼 𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓢𝓪𝓯𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽, 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮… 𝓓𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓳𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓟𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓾𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓮. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮, 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼, 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾: 𝓖𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓭, 𝓖𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 — 𝓲𝓽’𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓑𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓷𝓮𝔀𝓵𝔂-𝔀𝓮𝓭.

@dogsill

OMG! Max is just beautiful! Thank you so much!

[hawnkoii]

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

[hawnkoii]

I have so many inappropriate things to say rn guys.

I’m about to get extremely explicit.

[hawnkoii]

Please, I want to see you draw Mitsuri talking to Aizetsu and him blushing! (I like this ship)

After two months I finally finished your request 😭 sorry it took so long, I had a hard time thinking of a base

I like this ship too! ^-^ Mitsuri is just full of complaints after her battle with Zohakuten, but she can’t stay too mad at Aizetsu

I will probably alter this image later bc I definitely rushed

[hawnkoii]

I honestly think it would be pretty funny if sumine would scare urogi while taking a shower and the whole thing would be like

Urogi: sumine, what the f##k!!

Sumine: well?

Urogi: the f##k is wrong with you I'm naked!!

Sumine: you're technically always naked...

Urogi: yeah but I'm bathroom naked!!

(Sorry if this is a weird ask btw) 😔

Lol not a weird ask

This is so funny!!

[hawnkoii]

Sumine can’t sleep one night, and Urogi is the one in charge of looking after her.

He notices she can’t sleep, so he takes her out to fly around on his back. She enjoys it a lot 🌙

The clones previously already agreed on not having any sexual relations with her, since they didn’t want to 'ruin' her. Urogi broke that vow and did it with her 🔞

The other clones, Sekido, Karaku, and Aizetsu were out on their mission but they could still sense something was wrong. By the time they came back to Sumine’s home, Urogi was also just now on his way back. At first they wondered why he wasn’t home to begin with, until they saw Sumine asleep in his arms. It took all of a few seconds to figure out what happened. They were pissed, but more concerned about Sumine’s well being.

She was fine, she enjoyed it.

Just a little sore 🥀

(They have two kids)

[hawnkoii]

❄️ When you’re feeling cold, Urogi wraps his wings around you to warm you up

🔥 When you’re feeling hot, Urogi flaps his wings to cool you down. Or takes you for a fly around the city

[hawnkoii]

Hantengu baddies 💋

Not my images! Images belong to @syorororo from Twitter/X

[hawnkoii]

I’ve been thinking about Modern/Reincarnated Hantengu a lot…

I know in the manga he’s a school demon that can split off at will, but let’s change it up!

♡ The clones are quadruplets

♡ Sekido is the oldest, next is Karaku, after him is Aizetsu, and Urogi would probably be the youngest. Aizetsu is giving middle child vibes and Urogi definitely gets away with everything

♡ Zohakuten is their youngest brother

♡ Urami would be their dad

♡ Hantengu is the grandfather of course

In my AU, the quadruplets have their own girlfriends/wives/partners(??) I think they’re too stingy to share one girl, even if they could ⊂( ´ ▽ ` )⊃

Later I’m gonna write some HCs about them + with my oc and maybe a quick sketch!

[hawnkoii]

Does this look like a man that would k*ll his wife and kids?

Yeah actually

He was probably so whiney and annoying in his human life that they did it themselves 🥱 Don’t trust that cute face!

[hawnkoii]

I need his backshots