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Hatomi Karahana

Gender: Female

Age: 35-36

Height: 5’9

Ethnicity: Half Russian/half Japanese

Original last name: Karahana

Widowed last name: Kobayashi

Current last name: Rengoku

Personality

. Patient

. Motherly

. Respectful

. Dutiful

. Sharp wit

. Protective

. Loyal

. Thoughtful

. Unwavering will/Stubborn

. Warm

. Resilient

. Busy body

. Honest

. Sweet natured

Family lineage: Of the imperial Karahana archers renowned for their deadly accuracy and adept strategies during times of war. Rivals of the Harada family, famed hunters well known for their accuracy and success of the hunt.

Skills

. Archery

. Practitioner of Kyudo (way of the bow)

. Places emphasis on spiritual and moral development as it does accuracy and skill. A serious discipline as it draws from the ancient samurai traditions.

. Can use The Yumi longbow and Hankyu, short bow

. Hunting

. Cooking

. Basic Medical knowledge

. Sketching

. Tai chi

. Throwing knives

. Seamstress/Leatherworking

. Repair/Cleaning

. Storytelling

Relationships

Dimitri and Fumiye Karahana(Deceased)- Parents

Seiua Karahana(Deceased)-Grandfather/Mentor

Kaito Kobayashi(Deceased)- Husband

Genji Kobayashi(Deceased)- Son

Aokiji- Old family friend/Her husbands Mentor

Rengoku family- She was the Caretaker/Governess after Ruka passed and most of the servants had left. Mainly cared for Senjuro who was only 4 at the time, and took over the household duties. Later ends up marrying Shinjuro after Muzan’s defeat.

Fun facts

. Her Father Dmitri was a Russian fur trader that married her mother, who was the eldest child of the famed archers, to which Hatomi’s grandfather was a legend among japan for his skill and the trait of gold hawk like eyes. Her Uncle in-law who married the younger daughter was a greedy man who married for the status and reputation.

. Due to her mixed heritage, she has a surprisingly strong immune system and rarely gets sick. She even ate poisonous berries once in an early attempt at suicide but it didn’t work due to her metabolism and strong health.

. She was 19 when she met Kaito Kobayashi, a humble carpenter apprentice that helped her when she was abandoned by her Uncle and other relatives, and later married and gave birth to a son named Genji at 21. She loved him because he was honest and made her laugh. He appreciated her as a person despite her heritage and circumstance, and believed in her

. Despite her calm demeanor, she is the type of person that if you get her to a point of anger which takes a lot to do, she is not merciful once you push her to that.

. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

. Surprisingly strong despite her look of complete composure, and taught by her grandfather the ways of Kyudo, mastering longbows and short bows since their lineage is of Military archers revered by the line of Emperors. A Great knife thrower as well with some deadly accuracy. Though after her first husband died, she has not shot from a bow since, but the accuracy comes in handy.

. Likes rabbit and Tuna, and loves anything Seaweed

. Kyojuro was 11 when he met her, and Senjuro about 4, too young to remember Ruka. She was 26 going on 27, which she came to their household a couple months after the death of her family.

. She took up a job as housekeeper/governess, helping a young Kyojuro take care of Senjuro since their father refused to be present for most of the time. All the other maids were fired/left due to Shinjuro’s behavior, but she had stayed. Always tried to help Senjuro be close to his mother and father by telling the good things and experiences. Unwittingly Senjuro bonds with her, and while he does miss Ruka, learned a great deal from Hatomi’s patience and sweet nature towards him. He learned to cook from her and the recipes Ruka left behind.

. She does not like the rain. It reminds her of that night she lost her family because it was a storm that day. That and she feels awful during the rain. Her joints tend to ache more and her usually kept hair becomes a frizzled tangled mess.

. Despite giving up her bow the night her family died, every anniversary when she goes to their graves at her old home near the river, she has made it tradition to clean her bows and arrows left in the house. A testament that while will not be used, is to carry on the traditions and teachings left by her grandfather. He always said “This bow is your life, it is to be shown respect and care, a reflection of your inner peace and temperance.”

Story Summary

Orphaned and outcast from her family due to unfortunate circumstance, Hatomi sought out her own happiness and peace in the form of a carpenter named Kaito. In her exile, she found both those things, to trust and to experience love was all she could want . To later be blessed with a son brought her joy at finally having a family to call her own…until one night her happiness was taken by a demon, killing her husband and child and left her alone once more. Overcome with grief and finding herself the survivor that regretted being so, she almost resigns herself to the curse of loneliness that never seems to leave her were it not for her coming across yet a new family. One that was broken, a father too lost in his own grief to find himself, and leaving two children to try and pick up the pieces. With a new purpose and resolve, Hatomi dedicates herself to helping two sons that continued to live in honor of their mother. Being no stranger to loss, she refused to let her despair dictate her life despite the struggles. Never would she let anyone be alone in bitterness, never to shy away from the pain as it made her stronger for those that could not, and never would she let what happened to her make her fear loving again.

Here is the reference sheet for my second Demon slayer Oc, Hatomi Karahana. She has been in development for months and I’m glad to have fleshed out the important stuff. I have a lot more info that will be posted later, but if you guys have any questions about her story or interactions you wanna see feel free to ask! Hope ya like and stay tuned!

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One more sneak peek…..Fantasy au Dragon Shinjuro😂🤣❤️👌

My gawd he hot

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Just showing an update of self indulgence I’m working on….

(God Ruka is so pretty😩. Almost a shame to draw Hatomi’s hair in a bun, kinda wanna let it loose😂)

Also I will never get tired of drawing the Rengoku babies…NEVER! (look at the baby Senjuro and Young Kyojuro and tell me you can say no to those eepy babies.)

Will also never stop drawing the depressed alcoholic, I feel Ruka would be sad to see what has become of him…the worst part is he knows that.

Hope ya like and stay tuned!

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The post that inspired this one by the lovely @bloodbladesanddemons

The younger years

While the Rengoku children are quite well behaved usually, they have their little quirks (Hatomi adores them all the same but it has its moments). Kyojuro loves anything out of the ordinary, especially big Bugs….though safe to say Senjuro is not a fan. Add a strange fascination with trying to keep the beetle as a pet, with a younger brother with a highly impressionable imagination, and you get Hatomi having to be the one to say no when Kyojuro gives her the pleading look.

Dad says no to Animals but not to bugs right?

Hate to break it to ya Kyojuro, but I think that might be worse. Hatomi knows this would not end well if Shinjuro found a giant bug in the living room.

Hope ya like my randomness, and stay tuned!

Art and Hatomi are mine

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Um…sir…

Sir…..please there are children around🫢🫣😳

(Dear god why is this un wifed man looking that disrespectfully fine😂🤣)

Good evening, could you draw shinjuro rengoku? please

unwifed man.(ok im sorry)

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Spirits are the souls of loved ones that have left the living world, some pass on to the threshold of reincarnation, some haunt the living with their past regrets and unfinished business. But some…linger. While they hold no malice to cause suffering onto the living, some spirits feel they are not yet ready to leave. Not when they worry for the well-being of those they left in the land of the living. Despite the circumstances of her passing, while not having any problems left behind, Ruka worried for her young sons she could not have the opportunity to raise herself. Worried that the neglect her husband inadvertently caused would make their sons suffer, she lingered. Hoping to watch over them in her own way, she is drawn to the sound of silence and warm light coming from the open door. Quiet snores came from their bedroom, and watching another care for them while bittersweet, gave a sense of relief to her soul seeing their peaceful faces lost in the world of dreams. Just as the woman with eyes like honey hummed with content as she fixed the blankets, so did Ruka watch on with a knowing smile, her ruby eyes glittering with a comforting gaze. Her sons were alright, they were not alone…..but did her husband feel the same?

Looking over her shoulder, she was met with shadows, and through the dim light could see a hunched form. Too lost in his own thoughts, tormenting himself with those doubts that clouded both his mind and his features. She remembered he used to look softer, more confident with his kindness……and yet his once warm bright face…..now ridden with inexplicable exhaustion. Seeing her husband cause himself such pain, refusing to sleep and instead holding onto that bottle as if it could bring him any comfort. From where the spirit stood she could sense his unease even with his back turned away. He didn’t seem to want to acknowledge the open doors behind him, as if seeing the sons she left to him could not ease his broken heart…..it brought a deep sorrow to the spirit to see him like this. As much as she wanted to comfort him, to urge him to look at their sons, she knew the world of spirit had no foothold in influencing the living like that. No….all she could do was watch him wallow in grief, and yet even then she hoped. Wishing he could see that even with her absence, he was not alone and was loved. Praying that he would be able to get himself out of the hole he was digging for himself. Hoping he would one day turn around and look into the light without shame or fear, that he wouldn’t be afraid of being there for his sons…..Before it was too late.

Back on a wonderful Saturday to bring in the angst train😂🤣😭. I feel Ruka had always been there in some capacity, brought on with the worry of the family she left behind. Seeing her sons thriving and peaceful is a relief…but seeing the sadness Shinjuro is still going through brings a pain to her. Ruka would have given anything to be back with them, but she has accepted that it cannot be, and that moving on is part of living and creating a good future. Concerned that Shinjuro is blinded by his own sadness to see that his sons still need him, more then ever now that she can’t be there…all she can do is hope that he will realize it before he will regret not being there when it matters most. Hatomi may not see her, but I’m certain Ruka would be happy that she chose to be there for them. Ruka as the mother of the two blessings she left behind, appreciates that her sons are being looked after by another mother that made the conscious decision to protect them. Hope ya like and feel free to ask questions if you wanna know more!

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Tenderness

How long has it been since someone looked at him with such warmth? So long that tenderness almost became a foreign concept. After years of self loathing, countless nights of loneliness spent lost in his own thoughts, with no choice but to relive those distant memories of better times. For a person that used to look at him from afar with concern and disappointment…..is now here in his arms where he feels she shouldn’t be. A warm gaze only reserved for when she was happy, something he only dared hope to see when she felt safe and secure. That once perished thought now reality with how tenderly she looks at him, as if he deserved the world and more. A warmth from those eyes alone reflected a vulnerability only reserved for him, he almost couldn’t believe how weak it made him just staring at the sight before him. What else was the man to do except close his eyes, lean into the soft touch of those hands that caressed him with such fragility…as if a man made of suffering could finally let himself be vulnerable to the tenderness of her gaze.

What was he to do….but embrace that warmth she offered without expectations, to accept that even he could have tenderness again.

Back on my brain rot, lemme know if you guys have any questions about these two!

An extra post of how I view Shinjuro when it comes to Hatomi

Denial and Attraction

Art and Hatomi are mine

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Back with sort of new OCs , but are a big part of Hatomi’s story. Meet Kaito Kobayashi, Hatomi’s first husband, and her beloved son Genji Kobayashi. Before working for the Rengokus, Hatomi had a life before with both a loving husband and son she cherished with all her being. Kaito was her first love, who accepted and welcomed her after being banished from her home, and the one to give her hope and family after losing everything. Genji was the very product of that hope…..until one stormy night everything changed….and she was left alone again.

Kaito Kobayashi

Wife: Hatomi Kobayashi (Karahana) The pic is her in her twenties

Son: Genji Kobayashi (5 years old)

Height: 5’11

Age: Died at 28

Family: Unknown

Mentor/Adopted father: Aokiji Kobayashi

. A skilled Carpenter and Leather worker, renowned in some local villages for his capabilities and beautiful cabinets.

. Being an orphan he persisted the old man Aokiji until he took him under his wing as an apprentice, very stubborn yet earnest with a kind heart.

. Kaito was well known in the village for his reliability, always helping others fix things and heavy lifting

. Local woman would often try to pursue him, mothers practically throwing their daughters at him and single woman wishing they were 20 years younger because he is hardworking with a pleasant personality. He would always be polite in declining.

. Loves jokes and a goofy man with those he is close with. Loves making people laugh and smile, especially children.

. Not super tall, but he has a thick build, strong calloused hands and a big appetite.

. Is a big fan of receiving and giving hugs, Gives the best warm hugs that make you feel safe and secure

. Genji would often badger him to come along when he goes to the workshop.

. Came back home from work covered in wood shavings and sawdust, often Hatomi wouldn’t let him past the door until he shook off the wood. He never took it harshly, always laughing and heeding his wife’s instruction, he knows she likes a clean house and appreciated her dedication to keeping their home tidy. Never failed to ask her to help him, giving her his signature begging eyes always broke her resolve, and with a smile she helps brush off the wood from his clothes. It became a normal occurrence

. Loved playing with Genji whenever he had the time, taking him to work to see how interested Genji was about it and fishing with him were memories he treasured

. With Hatomi’s permission, was the one to carve intricate designs on her beloved bow, even made a special slingshot for Genji when he got old enough to use it.

. Genji is an inquisitive boy. Full of energy and many questions that he often asks why multiple times before he quiets down. He looks up to his father a great deal, and respects both his parents. Would sometimes get into mischief unintentionally, but always came from good intentions.

And of course, like almost every loving family in demon slayer, they get the usual treatment ….hint….kinda like the shinezugawa family.

Hatomi reference sheet

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EVERYTIME I SEE YOUR WRITING! Oh my dear god I’m going feral over here with how much I LOVE THIS

I dunno how you did it, but you managed to capture the chemistry in the interactions between Hatomi and the Family beautifully!!! I can’t with how cute the boys are in this Absbsjsjsmsvsgadfag, and Hatomi is just *Chefs kiss*. YEEEEAAAHHHHH, the way you wrote her is perfection!

And might I just say…….Shinjuro is perfect! You got him figured in this and I already read this 10 times, and am still reading again😂🤣😍. Thank you again, so happy to be a follower to support your awesome work….and now gotta draw something for this!!!

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(This is the promised raffle prize for @iron-embers. If Shinjuro comes out too ooc I apologize it's my first time writing him. Warnings for mentioned drinking and alcoholism concerning Shinjuro and mentioned death concerning Ruka. Hatomi belongs to iron-embers. I had to look.up so many japanese dishes lmao.)

The day was beautiful this morning.

With the sunlight sinking into the room through the window as the ball of light was nearing to setting within a few hours. The birds singing outside. Beautiful fresh smelling air. Beautiful visions of nature right outside of you looked. A bright blue sky. Fluffy white clouds. Yellow sun. Flowers of every color. Green plants everywhere. Trees providing shade as the wind rolled by. A little blue pond in the distance full of fish.

Yes.

An absolute picture perfect scene for what could very much be a good day. Nothing in the world to worry about. Nothing to do. Just peaceful quiet and nature. It's why she left most of the windows and doors leading to the outside open today it could get rather stuffy inside. The gentle noises of dishes being moved about the kitchen area along with the distant sounds of a few pots bubbling away on the furnace. The heavy smells of delicious spices and not quite done yet rice lingered in the air before wafting out the mentioned open windows and doors. Small footsteps ran out from up the side hall and the chef knew without even looking around that a pair of eyes had found their curiosity wondering into the kitchen.

"HUNGRY!," A loud voice declared out.

"You're going to have to be patient now.  Food doesn't make itself."

"What we having?!"

"Miso soup and onigiri."

A small chubby face scrunched up in protest. "Soup again?"

"There's leftover ochazuke from lunch if you don't want what I'm making for dinner," her calm voice replied back despite the smile that still plagued her features. Petite hands reached out to grab a potato while the other held up a sharp cutting knife above the chopping board. "And we're having all the leftovers tomorrow night. We don't waste food around here."

"Can't I have some momiji instead?"

Her eyes turned, head looking over her shoulder. Potato sternly pointed out to seven year old pouting in the doorway. "You're not getting any sweets unless you eat something healthy young man. It'll spoil your appetite and give you a stomachache and it's not healthy."

His response was to pout more buuuut his mad face only made him look like an adorable chubby hamster. "That's an old wives tale! Just like saying the Boogeyman is gonna come out of the closet if I don't sleep."

"My answer is still no. Now go wash up. If you don't eat anything good you won't be getting desert and that's that." 

Softer but heavier sounding footsteps came down the same hallway just as the first fiery haired and eyed boy stomped away as all upset children do and second later a second child stood in the doorway. He was a perfect mirror copy of the first boy only older by about six years at thirteen years old and he was smiling instead of pouting like his baby brother. Kyojuro always seemed to be smiling to be honest and it was no exception for when he curiously watched his brother go before looking back on her.

"What was that all about?"

Her smile never left as she went back to what she was doing before, trying to chop up this potato. "He's upset with me for not giving him dessert on demand." The sounds of chopping filled the air as the knife easily sliced through the potato at last. "Although he does seem a little crankier than he was a little while ago. I wonder why."

"Oh...It was Father actually."

Chop-

The hands paused in their movements. Knife resting between two potato slices as her head turned back to him. Blinking wide eyed before a sigh left through her nose and a frown settled upon her face. Oh. Their father.

"Oh, I see. ..What happened?"

His orange eyes sadly looked at his shuffling feet. "W-Well.. There's a festival in town A-And we wanted to go bu-bu-but...Father said it was a waste of time."

"Oh..Well I'm sure he didn't mean it like that. He's probably just tired and cranky right now."

"No. He always says no. Every year...he doesn't like it when we ask him." Young eyes suddenly lit up in a pleased idea as he looked at her in a gasp and clenched his fists in excitement. "I know! Can you take us instead!?"

She blinked at him but couldn't help but smile at the cute face he made while all hopeful. "You want me to take you? Really?"

"Uh huh! You're really nice and responsible and he thinks you're really pretty so of course he'll say yes!" He ended that surprising sentence by throwing his hands up. "So will you ask him?!"

Her eyes blinked again slightly surprised. "Pretty? I doubt that."

"But you are pretty, Ms. Hatomi! You're about as pretty looking as a sweet potato!"

His sentence made her giggle again as she shook her head. "Well thank you. I'm glad you think so."

"So you'll ask?!"

"Alright. I'll ask him when dinner's ready. For now go wash up with Senjuro-"

A rush to her legs made her look down as two arms wrapped around her waist in a tight hug as Kyojuro hugged her tightly. "Thanks, Ms. Hatomi! You're the nicest person ever!"

Her smile didn't wain as she patted the top of the young boy's head. "Thank you. Now off you go. Food is almost ready."

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Soft footsteps echoed throughout the hall. The delicious smells of the food in her hands on the tray. The soup in the bowl sloshing around slightly with each sway from her steps through the late evening. There was still plenty of light outside but it was nearer to sunset now about maybe one or two hours away. Hey that didn't stop her from walking down the hall and stopping in front of the one door in particular. One she's already visited two times today to deliver breakfast and lunch. Carefully balancing the tray into one arm, she reached out her other hand to knock on the door just loud enough to get anyone inside's attention.

"Master Rengoku-san? I brought you dinner. Can I come in?"

If no one answered then that meant he was passed out again in which case she'd just leave the food by the door and come back later, however a loud grunt from inside gave her all the go ahead she needed to use a foot and slide the door just enough to peek in first.

The room was dark inside despite the sun still being out. She saw why when her eyes saw the shutters still closed tightly on the windows and the only source of light being the crack in the doorway and a single candle lit on a table in the far corner.

"What is it? Can't you see I'm busy!"

Silvery light collided with the dancing gold of the flame in a beautiful glow making shadows dance against the walls and furniture. Reflection beaming off eyes unblinking within the strange alluring mixture of darkness and lights. The motions of writing ceasing in their motions completely and the emotions taking over. The one whom was working stopping to set the feather back onto it's rightful pedestal and sitting there unblinking. The one who had the emotions stirring around from his mind and down to his heart. Those eyes turned slowly, head turning to the doorway behind him as he sat as his table. The area behind him was dark, and almost hard to see but he saw what the eyes were searching for. Her head peeking in through the doorway and staring back to the man sitting on the pillow in the otherwise dark and silent room.

The master of the entire Rengoku estate. Sitting there with paperwork of some kind unfinished in front of him and a tired look to his face as she quietly shuffled in  holding up the food tray in her hands.

"I brought you dinner, Sir." Nevermind she already told him once outside the door. "I figured you might be hungry by now."

Fiery eyes seemed to glow in the dark as they eyed her..and then the tray in her hands before turning back to stare blankly at the unfinished papers. "Bring it in then."

She smiled walking in with the tray gently over to where she had left the last tray taking note of how it was empty now with the dishes from that lunch being left on top. That's good. That meant he was eating today and filling his stomach with something other than the sake that was usually seen around him. He paid no attention to her as she gently slid the old one away from his side and replaced it with the newer one filled with the delicious smelling good. And despite himself, she caught his head tilting slightly towards it. Good. He was showing more interest in eating again. That fact alone made her smile.

"What is it?", he bluntly asked.

"Miso soup and onigiri. I figured it'd be a nice day to have onigiri since a festival is going on in the next town over," she answered just picking up the tray.

"Is that right?"

"Mm hm...You know Kyojuro was just telling me about it today. I was told there's going to be a Kabuki theater there. It sounds like fun."

"Did that boy of mine put you up to this? If you're here to try and get me to change my mind then you can forget it!" A finger harshly jabbed down into the wood of the table. "Those two are staying HERE where they belong and studying until I decide they're improving!"

"No one put me up to anything." Maybe it was the matter of fact way she spoke of the fact she didn't react to his anger at all but he was taken off guard every time she looked at him like that. The silent calm stare that was both full of disapproval and sadness at the same time. "I was only stating that it sounded like fun. After all  everyone has need for a break sometimes."

"And sometimes someone needs discipline to make them learn."

"And sometimes someone can push someone else so hard to do something so much of the time that they burn out."

He flinched. Hard.

"But that is only my opinions on what might happen to someone if that happened, not that it is happening to anyone else I know." Her body bowed at the middle before turning her body. "I'll come back in a few hours to see if you're done eating."

"... Where's this dam festival at anyways?" 

She paused in the middle of stepping away, head turning back to him but he didn't look up from the papers on the table in front of him. 

"Just in the next town over. It's not even an hour away."

".....I want EVERYONE inside before any sunlight disappears. I do not care what any of those boys have to say."

It was curt, blunt, rude, and with a small time limit for fun...But that was a yes. An actual yes without even saying yes.

She nodded. "Of course. We do that every night." She went to leave aga-

"Hatomi."

"Yes?"

"The lunch you made me."

"Was it too much? I can make the portions smaller if you prefer or maybe you didn't like how I made it?"

There was a long moment of silence between the two of them but she couldn't leave until he finished talking to her. He remained silent sitting there still not looking at her.

"..It tasted good. It could use s-..some more salt but it was fine."

She could not see his face otherwise perhaps she might've seen the way a pink hue coated his features and thank goodness for the dark or else she might've seen the glow to his ears. Instead she blinked slightly in surprise... before smiling wider.

"Then I'll be sure to add some more salt next time I make that dish."

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Been a while since I posted, but just wanted to make sure this perfectly portrayed my brain rot.😂🤣

When it came to Shinjuro’s choice of wardrobe (Plus lack of Decorum), Hatomi went through quite an ordeal. She is no stranger to a man’s body, but her first time seeing it so brazenly on display left her conservative viewpoint traumatized. She swore she would not feel for any man after Kaito’s death…and yet when she was faced with the dilemma of Shinjuro’s lack of propriety when he was at home drunk, she is conflicted. He is the head of the house, he dresses as he pleases but she is sometimes left to wonder if he really has any common sense regarding what her reaction would be when seeing a body like that. It took her sometime to get used to it and not react whenever she saw it, but there are times she is caught offguard……leaving a very awkward interaction with Shinjuro being none the wiser. I love two adults that can’t figure out their feelings, it gives great potential for funny scenarios😂🤣

To put it bluntly, Shinjuro honestly had no idea until 8 years later. (Gave her plenty of time to admire). And before you ask, yes. Hatomi knows and accepts Shinjuro’s tits are bigger than hers

Hope ya like and stay tuned!

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Love is not without pain. It has it’s moments where it can hurt, but the beautiful thing about it…is that after the struggles that can leave its mark, it can heal. There are times where it seems hopeless, but there is so much good too. I know you don’t need me to tell you this, but don’t let your guilt keep you from seeing the beauty of it healing.

Finally got around to drawing an official picture of Hatomi and Shinjuro. He had been lost for a decade, and Hatomi took up the mantle of keeping stability in the household after Ruka’s passing. She lost her family not so long ago, and seeing two boys with their father not mentally present, she felt a need to help in some way, so cue her taking up the job as a governess to do so. It took Kyojuro’s death to be the wake up call Shinjuro needed to make amends with Senjuro. Hatomi was there to remind him that not only was it alright to accept forgiveness, more importantly to remember to forgive himself. Hope ya like and stay tuned!

Hatomi and art is mine

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Whatever brief moments of interaction they had in the past were short and mostly of him being belligerent towards her, trying to get her to mess up and leave whenever she did something he didn’t like. Whether it was trying to get a rise out of her, or him trying to pry into her past. Shinjuro was short sighted when it came to understanding other’s personal lives, on more than one occasion crossing the boundary of getting into her business just so he could find something wrong to point out. Perhaps in some sad attempt at making himself feel better about himself. In his state he couldn’t fathom why a relatively young woman would spend all of her time in someone else’s home, having no where else to go and not imparting any info about other family she could turn to. It was puzzling, shouldnt she be taking care of her own family instead of spending every waking moment with his. Hatomi wasn’t the type to get offended easily by hurtful words, and so whenever he tried to insult her, she brushed it off with ease and focused on her duties. Never did she take any of his inebriated words to heart, for why grace his erratic behavior with a thought out response….until one day he had asked her. “Why even keep coming here? Are you that lonely that you would rather spend your time babying someone else’s bastards instead of caring for your own? What would your husband think?”

Usually she would have changed the subject or even give a half-lie to throw him off……but that week had been trying, and Kaito’s anniversary was a couple days away and so the feelings she had kept dormant had slipped out as she merely stated with calm yet curt tone. “I would not know sir, seeing as how he is long dead and asking his corpse would prove ineffective.”

It was meant to be sarcastic, and while he did scoff in annoyance, she took notice that he became less confrontational with her after that. It remained a mystery to her as to why he never went as far as to hit his children, and never once raised a hand to her when he was out of his senses. It was one relief of a few throughout her service that left her equally perplexed. And after all these years it was a sign that she realized that despite his inexcusable absence for his children and attitude, deep inside there was still a heart in there. Albeit a broken and pain filled one, but it was enough that she saw through the few cracks that showed in those moments. The fleeting moments had now evolved from what once was seen as loathing, to behavior acting out of hate for himself and how low he had fallen. The revelation not clouded by judgement that despite their differences, even in his bouts of being under the Sake’s influence the cruel words he would use to dissuade Kyojuro and Senjuro was a facade, a mask he used to hide his misery.

Just a little peak of their story, wanted to encapsulate Hatomi during her beginning years as the Rengoku’s governess, adjusting to a new environment after leaving her old home, now in a home where two children look for support from a father who has emotionally checked out after his wife died. Needless to say even in her younger years she saw the despair he was in, and chose not to be as reactive/confrontational whenever he said something out of line. These are a few moments she would let her frustration seep out, respectful but reminding him not to push a grieving widow either. Had to add a sketch as well of a late twenties Hatomi and early thirties Shinjuro, hope ya like and stay tuned!

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Lil sneak peeks of my WIPS, for the Rengokus and Isane’s Story. Feel free to ask me anything about it, I’ve got a long way to go for these and I love rambling

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Giving some positivism from one Hispanic to another after that last ask, your art is GORGEOUS and I love the stories of your Ocs! The way you draw Shinjuro is *chef kiss*

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Eyyyyyyy, appreciate the positivity! NGL, seeing the multiple spam asks about being a taco muncher made me crack up😂🤣, and so having another who can understand from my perspective is icing on the cake. And THANK YOU! If there is one thing I love doing, it’s over detail and making characters with distinctive story and traits! If you’re ever curious about more details, don’t be shy I love ranting about my story!

Appreciate the feedback on our local Fiery alcoholic, I love him to bits and well…….Im glad it shows how much I do with my lil doodles👌❤️

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Hatomi+Rengoku Family Taisho secrets

I have so much written content on these fixations, here are some of Hatomi and the Rengoku family

Her favorite flowers are white plume blossoms and white lily. Senjuro brought over a branch as a toddler from the tree outside, offering it to her a a bouquet with the shyest smile on his face. Hatomi was touched by the gesture and could have cried from how sweet he was.

Because Hatomi had trouble going to sleep as a baby, her father Dmitri sang or hummed to her while carrying her to get her to sleep. Her mother Fumiye would hum or sing short and sweet lullabies in Japanese, but her father’s she remembered the most. Dmitri was an exceptional singer, a deep voice that carried well and for a long time as he sang old Russian lullabies he heard from other orphan children in his youth. Without fail it lulled Hatomi to a deep sleep.

She ends up making a habit that when Senjuro had a hard time sleeping, she began to hum to him as her father did for her. Later even singing some of those old Russian and Japanese lullabies she remembered. There are very few Russian ones that she remembers how they go or what they mean, but for the others she can’t fully recall, she hums the tune as the melody is engraved in her mind.

. She is not an exceptional singer, but has a distinctive soft tone to her singing, that anyone that hears it would know her calming voice. Shinjuro heard it a couple times on nights when he couldn’t sleep, and he heard her singing to Senjuro. Her voice brought out a quiet in him even when extremely inebriated, and he can’t help but stay silent and listen. It is soothing to a point where he doesn’t even drink from the sake bottle when he hears. Some of the Melodies are sad, and while Senjuro did not pick up on them, from afar Shinjuro could hear the mournful tone even while drunk. A sad man knows when another is in a silent misery.

While she does not sleep easily, once she is, good luck trying to wake her back up. She is a very heavy sleeper, and sleeps until she comes to which is usually a solid 7 hour sleep. Naps are hard for her because if she sleeps it is not half assed, and there is no possible way she can nap for just an hour or two. The few scares she has given Senjuro and Shinjuro were memorable ones, and for some reason the only one who was able to wake her up on the first try is Kyojuro due to his naturally boisterous nature.

Hatomi may not look the type, but despite her serious demeanor, she is a goofball around kids. She loves and will do anything to make kids laugh, no matter how silly or humiliating it is. Silly antics ensue, one moment she is doing dishes, the next she’s chasing kids around and threatening to bless them with the holy sink water.

Indulges kid Kyojuro in his strange habit of bringing home random things, sometimes bugs, rocks, knickknacks and his easy fascination. Senjuro didn’t like it when he brought bugs inside.

Senjuro usually was not picky but the one thing he hated was eating Kale as a child, refused to eat it raw or stewed because he would feel queasy after eating it. Shinjuro would get upset thinking he was wasting food, but Hatomi found a compromise. She one day took the kale outside and baked it. After sprinkling some salt she served the kale next day to Senjuro. Needless to say after asking him to try it, he loved it and proceeded to munch on all of it. It showed Hatomi’s willingness to compromise, to not fully coddle Senjuro but at least help him find a way to eat the kale in a way that was better for him.

When Senjuro was seven he showed interest in a slingshot, and so for his birthday Hatomi gifted him one as she had experience with them (As an archer, she was delighted to hear he wanted to). Showing him how to use a slingshot, first time trying it he hits the tree limb and it ends up ricocheting, hitting him square on the forehead. Cue him silently crying, trying not to complain but failing as Hatomi tends to him. (She is trying so hard not to laugh at his predicament, finding it ironic as she as a child did the same exact thing and her Grandfather laughed at her.)

The slingshot she gave him was one her deceased husband Kaito made for their son Genji once he got older. Unfortunately that would never come. Hatomi recalled the memory of watching him carve it, the focus he had while etching the design, and the conversation she had with him. He mentioned that he wanted to encourage Genji to practice, joking that at the very least he wanted him to be a better shot than his old man and take after something she was good at. It was a bitter sweet memory, she had some difficulty deciding on what to do with it, but reminisces that Kaito would have wanted to give it to someone who would make use of it, and appreciate it.

When Kyojuro begins his career as a demon slayer, many nights of his father ignoring him while Hatomi waits for him to come home after, usually cooking something and talking with him. She wanted to show him that he had support, and while his father never showed it, it was a gesture that helped ease tension.

Senjuro would get sick on occasion due to pollen, and Hatomi would be the main one to care for him when Kyojuro was out on missions. It helped him to focus to know she would watch over Senjuro

Kyojuro would sometimes get sick, but brush it off as if he weren’t. After years of chasing a little Kyojuro around to settle so she could treat him, she has developed a strategy to get him in a position where he cannot possibly argue, escape, or deny care. No it’s not rendering him unconscious as tempted as she is, but the tactic never fails even if Kyojuro is a young adult now. And yes it’s bribing him and then slight guilting him by saying if he stays sick he might get Senjuro sick

Both children had their little quirks when sick, but for Hatomi the worse Rengoku to deal with when sick was their Father. He both didn’t like to show he was sick, but when being tended to was so stubborn about it. He fell into a few fevers due to the alcohol and poor eating schedule. The first one he was very bitchy about it, more irritable and reactive to everything. Both as a way to show he wasn’t weak and on the more depressing side wondered why anyone should care about an old wash up like him. Hatomi knew but didn’t try to argue verbally, she just went about her duty and tended to him

Example

Shinjuro: Hell…..I feel so hot….this is shit.

Hatomi: *Dousing a new washcloth with cold water as she readies some miso*That’s a good sign, your body is trying to heal itself. Best to regulate your temperature…..It will help the fever, as well as some fluids in your system.

Shinjuro: *Glares at her weakly* I know ……how fevers work…..m’not stupid

Hatomi: *Internally* I swear you’re children are dealing with this far better….and far less attitude.

Lemme know what you guys think and if you want more, and feel free to ask questions!

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Do you ship a oc or your oc with any of the Hantengu clones?

Oddly specific, but no, none of my current OCs are shipped with them. The only OCs I have are Hatomi Karahana who I ship with Shinjuro, and Isane Kuratetsu with Kyojuro. I have been thinking about developing one but haven’t had the time with making fanart and merch. If you are curious about the two I have feel free to ask!