#hanten

[eosvartauga]

Edo era Sashiko-Embroidered Hanten

[deepsea-kinniies]

[aroseandacross]

My art summary this year. I am happy I can improve, and I hope to keep doing so. Thank you to everyone that has ever supported me! 😭🙏💖

Template by: https://deviantart.com/iloveblackteatwt/art/Art-Summary-2023-945180522

[r0ttingidol]

toxic yuri maybe

[kandyrezi]

Hanten + Anten [general thoughts]

Honesty, I've thought about this image for a while. The text at the bottom of it translates as, “An evildoer since ancient times” and everyone seems to think this is Hanten, but... what if it isn’t? What if it’s another character entirely who physically resembles both Hanten & Anten, and was the one who merged or brought the two of them together? The bit that makes me suspicious here is precisely, “since ancient times” - Hanten, to me, doesn’t even seem to that old to be referred to as “ancient”, and even goes to school with Kurotsuno (attendance is voluntary, so we never actually see her attending school).

So, Hanten is either older than she looks, or she has some ties to the "star" characters (Reminiscences & Vestiges of Star), or she's been reborn many times over, or there is indeed a "third" unknown character - the one who's been around since ancient times, and is currently possessing Hanten's soul.

Not to mention, she hasn't been seen with the yellow eye in any of her other artworks. Unless you want to count this one;

where you just have to speculate what color it is because it's in monochrome, but both eyes have that spiral pattern, so it's not a complete shot in the dark to assume it's that exact same color of the iris as the one in the above image. Hanten's other eye undoubtedly looks a little... off, as well. Her eyes look normal in all of her other artworks, except for just that specific cover art for chapter 6.

The demon in question could also be Anten (who, in question, has been stated to "cause trouble (or start shit) more often than there are stars in the sky" - and apparently, a lot of folks want him dead.) when he was younger and had shorter horns, but I don’t believe that, because this is what he looked like in the past, before the events of Obsolete Dream (left image):

Anten’s past form has the three spirals of his horns, and are still the same as they've always been. He was also an albino in the past much like Hanten, but both of their hairstyles + colors changed at some point when they merged into 'one' individual.

The official art (right image), "THE PAST" in question has both Olivia/Kuro’s past + Hanten’s being depicted, not just the former’s - I would have assumed at first the guy with the knife to be the missing, mysterious third link with a connection to both Hanten & Anten, but that idea was abandoned, since knife guy more than likely has a connection specifically to Olivia. ("Oh, what if it's Kcalb?" went through my head but he's never been seen wielding a knife before nor seen with those ring patterns anywhere, so I also abandoned that thought.)

That being said, we still don’t know how Anten got decapitated by Taffy but is still alive and kicking it (unless these events have yet to take place in the future), maybe so long as one of them, Hanten OR Anten, still lives, the other cannot die? Their souls could be connected in that particular way. Demons might be hard to kill, but Anten looks pretty damn dead in that image, so he still had to be brought back somehow.

[tankbankss]

🍰 ✩彡 hanten !! :3

[hyuchl]

Funamusea art dump 2

[teary-skies]

Dancing: Met x Hanten Smut is up now <3 Enjoy everyone!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45245185/chapters/124514992

https://www.wattpad.com/1369953567-mogeko-march-2023-dancing-met-x-hanten

[juntsuro]

Mogeko May Day 6

Favorite character from obsolete dream

HANTEN

[transtundras-fr-archive]

Part 1 Here

Deep in the wodes,

Fleysch and bone.

The lilie flour,

Lust forgon

That hevene should falle,

That hevene should falle

Aiganz O Kulzphazur by Daniel Hart

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Theudofride stood in the great hall, idly twiddling her thumbs. She had been waiting for two hours which was not a surprise, this had happened before. In vain she checked her data pad, once again finding no reception. She knew better than this, the foliage here was so thick there was no hope of any signal transmitting. It was something to do at least, she had already approximated the number of tiles used in the mosaic behind her and estimated there would not be much variation in the five others lining the hall. If this were not her job, she would have left long before this.

Finally, the great oaken doors creaked, a familiar tundra stepping through. Her brown eyes regarded Theudofride with both amusement and slight pity. “Still beating that dead trunker, hm?”

“It’s not like I have much choice, Heron. What was taking you all so long anyways?”

“Hm,” Heron brushed back her thick green mane, once again adorning her face with her traditional skull headdress, concealing her face save for her piercing brown eyes. “You know well enough you are not privy to that information. In any case, they are waiting for you now. Best hurry up, lest they change their mind.”

Theudofride shook her head and muttered an insult under her breath, her finely manicured talons clicking on the tiled floor as she passed through the doors. Despite having done this before, entering the throne room always gave her a chill. She was used to machinery, the constant hum of electricity and gears clicking in a steady pattern. Here in the heart of the Gladerot though, it was all irregular. Roots twisted up from the ground in no specific pattern, winding around bones of both dragons and their kills alike. She much preferred to be back in her workshop.

She sat in the middle of the circular room, the late afternoon light illuminating through the gaps in the roots, down at the mosaic on the floor. It was faded, but any dragon who knew basic folklore would recognize it a scene from the War of the Eleven. Theudofride did not believe in those stories, but she still found them amusing to watch on late night TV. Her gaze traveled from the mosaic to the triad of thrones before her. Two were occupied, but as usual, the largest was obscured by the roots and leaves of the great tree the room was housed in. On either side sat a wildclaw, both varying in size. On the left was Hanten, who was more of a public figure. A wiry windborn dragon who could be dwarfed even by a tundra. On the right was Orion, a stoic and bone clad dragon who was always accompanied by their vulture companion. Some rumored that was their daemon, and that they sold their soul to use the vulture as a means of immortality. Once again, Theudofride did not buy into mystical folklore like that. Unless proven by science, she believed it all to be hearsay. Clearing her throat, she stood on her hind legs, bowing slightly out of respect.

“High Magistrate Hanten, Lord Orion, I come to extend the proposal of business once again between the Gladerot Pack and Immorton Energy Incorporated. As touched on last time, inviting in the future of energy to this region would be extremely beneficial to us both. As you can see here with these charts—”

“Put away your toys, Theudo.” Orion spoke with that cool but commanding voice, waving their hand to dissuade further discussion. “Our answer will remain the same as last time. While we appreciate your company’s… interest in the welfare of our dragons, we have no need for it.”

“But Lord Orion, let’s talk logistics here. Soon every region in Sornieth will have our updated powerplants and we will be seeing exponential growth in quality of life, except for the Gladerot. While I admire your adherence to tradition, let’s look at the facts—”

“Are you deaf, sparkrat?” Orion interrupted her once more. “Do you need the answer written out like you are a hatchling? Our answer is no. We have survived for Millenia without your gadgets, and we will gladly continue to do so for Millenia more. If Members of our pack wish to experience this so-called quality of life, they are free to leave whenever and do so themselves.”

Theudofride’s hackles spiked up, baring her fangs slightly. “Isn’t that just selfish?! Why would you deny your people progress?”

“Progress?”

All attention swiveled to the concealed throne. In the three times she had visited. Theudofride had never heard the head of the throne speak. Sometimes she doubted anyone was there at all, but now she was faced with two glowing green eyes. The snout of the fabled leader parted the thick vines of the throne, and heavy footsteps shook the very foundation of the room. Before the pearlcatcher stood the largest wildclaw she had ever seen, rivaling even imperials in size. It was Regina, Alpha of the Gladerot and ever ruling monarch of these lands. History did not remember a time when she was not leader, and knowing she was face to face with such a myth made real caused fear to creep into her heart.

“This is not progress. This is not selflessness.” Regina spoke and the whole tree seemed to respond in kind to her words, stepping closer to Theudofride. “This is the result of greed. You do not know how little you know.” She lowered her large snout down to the shaking pearlcatcher. “You will leave, you will not come back. If your… company is so invested in our progress, then you can tell your boss to come down himself. Otherwise, you no longer have protection here. You will be permitted to leave but attempts at return will not be met with the same hospitality as before. Understand?”

Theudofride nodded, words choked in her throat. She could only manage a strangled “yes” before scurrying out, not even bothering to bow. Once she left the building, she took to the skies, heart rushing. Keen would not be happy to hear this.

“This isn’t the last of that mess, Regina.” Orion spoke up, approaching their co-ruler’s side. “He will come, he’s nothing if not dedicated.”

“Hm.” Regina turned to Hanten, who had been keeping log of the meeting. “Dearest, I need a favor.” Her voice was softer but still authoritative as she spoke to her husband.

“Yes, my love?”

“Prepare dispatchers. I want messengers sent to Drydwen, Zeziri, Mystopher, Naomhan, and Glauce. Danny and Feneon too if we can find them. We need to meet.”

[emrylurkeroftheloch]

Mogeko March Day 4 - Obsolete Dream

Day 4! Give it up for day 4!! This time featuring everyone’s favourite bastard, Anten! And some questionable decisions--

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45500269

Ngl I had to speedrun this fic in order to get it done in time-- I ended up talking with a friend, and reread obsolete dream, and had to rewrite the whole thing because of it. Anyway, enjoy!!

[paperweight-jellyfish]

hey gamers look at my cool funny garment i made

[deepsea-kinniies]

[aroseandacross]

Me again experimenting with pencils and colors. 🌕👰

[r0ttingidol]

Art req!!!

[siamurai]

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