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scrimblyscrorblo · 20 hours

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There’s an element to the demon designs in KNY that I am like not getting over. The extent to which their physical forms change can be connected to extent their personality changes idk if I’m being clever w this and it’s most notably the kizuki. And I think this also links to what they can remember.

E.g Gyutaro as a human, although he very much was a product of his environment, still revelled in the cruelty he inflicted. As a demon he’s just taller w different clothes, his insecurities that he still keeps far more visible. He remembered his life in extreme poverty because it shaped his personality

Rui on the other hand completely changes: his hair, eyes, clothes and even skin. Nothing stays the same because Rui was a sweet boy who just wanted to go play in the snow and that was taken advantage of. And as a demon he’s cruel, manipulative and abusive. (My poor boy TT) Rui forgot about his parents and goals because he couldn’t have them anymore. He wants family but it’s sure why entirely

The same for Akaza, Hakuji was of course capable of violence but he didn’t want to act upon it. He wanted to live happily with his wife and was of course forcibly turned after murdering a lot of people in revenge. Akaza is playful and mocking with humans and loyal to an employer he doesn’t care for. And so his hair, eyes, skin clothes etc are completely different. Akaza almost entirely forgot about his wife, but I love that she was still very present in everything he did <3 Like Rui w family, she’s still significant but he can’t remember why

And of course, Nezuko. After being turned, her personality and values dominated her desire to eat. Her clothes, the checkered pattern her family wears, doesn’t change at all. Her hair does and of course that’s symbolic but she still keeps her little bow. Nezuko, of course, gradually remembered what happened to her mother and siblings and she doesn’t get much of a chance to really process it but family and protection is the entire reason her and her brother’s journey even began.

She chooses to make a choice in who she wants to perceive as family, even if they’re demons (Yushiro and Tamayo) and lets herself burn in the sunlight to save her brother.

Anyways Nezuko is underrated and I love her very very much and I keep this design philosophy in mind when designing demons.

E.g. Yuzuka’s personality didn’t change too much, she already was cruel to an extent, apathetic and selfish. And so she doesn’t change too notibly, even in her colour palette. Aside from the addition of the purple belladonna pattern and her lack of eyes.

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six-eyed-samurai · 28 days

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WHAT IF TENGEN HAD FOUND GYUTARO AND DAKI INSTEAD?

Daki and Gyutaro have horrible childhood, Daki and Gyutaro grow up to be feared and revered, Daki and Gyutaro stab someone and are “killed”, Daki and Gyutaro are found by Douma, Daki and Gyutaro become demons.

Here's a thought: Daki and Gyutaro are found by none other than the Sound Pillar Tengen Uzui.

Seeing as the actual age of the Shabana siblings here are probably in the hundreds, in this theory they're born in the present Taisho Era. Nothing much changes in their childhood history here, up until the point when Ume stabs the man's eye out, is burnt, Gyutaro returns, attempts to find help but fails.

For the sake of this theory, say Tengen and his wives were in the Red Light District looking into the rumours of the current Upper Moon Six hanging around. Instead they run into the two, one dessicated and the other collapsed from exhaustion. Hinatsuru would recognize Ume as the girl from the scandalous stab, staying in the Kyogoku House.

They could both live, if they received enough care and medical attention. Tengen didn't plan on having two more deaths on his conscience.

***

The ground was bitterly cold, unforgiving and hard; Gyutaro remembered that much before he passed out. He also vividly recalled hanging on to Ume for dear life. Or death - no, no, she would live, she had to live,

So it came as quite the surprise to awaken tucked into soft, clean sheets in an unknown room with no one next to him.

He jerked upright at once, eyes darting around suspiciously, fearfully. Where was he? Where was Ume? Who would've picked up two pathetic looking bodies out of the kindness of their hearts in the Red Light District?

Never mind. He'd kill anyone who got in his way of finding Ume. They better not have done anything to her.

Strangely, someone had left a clean, loose yukata out for him - who would bother caring for somebody that ugly? - but he barely spared it a thought as he rapidly tugged it on and nearly broke the Shoji doors down in his urgent desperation. Oh, the things he'd do to whoever had separated him from his beloved little sister; he'd cut their limbs off one by one, he'd make it slow and agonizing, he'd make them feel his rage-

“You're awake! What a flamboyant entrance, but do stop wrecking my house!”

***

Of course Gyutaro would hardly be reasonable at this state of things, so it took a while for Hinatsuru, Suma and Makio to hold him down and get him to calm as Tengen introduced himself and explained what had transpired: he'd taken Ume to the Butterfly Mansion for Kocho to heal her burns after rescuing them from imminent death at the Red Light District. Obviously, Gyutaro would demand to be taken to see Ume as soon as possible, a request Tengen would agree to if he promises he won't go batshit feral.

Needless to say, Ume and Gyutaro were ecstatic to be alive and still together, the former delightedly basking in the fussing of the Uzui wives and turning puppy eyes to her brother when Tengen generously told them they could stay with him for as long as they need for Ume to recover (also because Hinatsuru had already decided it was her mission to fatten Gyutaro up, Makio was having the time of her life watching Ume parade around like a model in an old kimono of her and Suma excitedly babbling as she ran a brush through the Shabana siblings’ hair).

Gyutaro, having never having experienced a single ounce of kindness in his life, suspicion and disbelief seeping into his thoughts, gave in reluctantly - if his sister was happy, he could deal with whatever price he had to pay for this temporary paradise. Ugly people like him didn't deserve this kindness, and he had no doubt Tengen and his wives would soon cast him out too.

He had adapted to surviving the harsh world of the Red Light District multiple times, even more so when he had to protect Ume, but even when two weeks had passed he still couldn't wrap the new, unfathomable environment around his head.

Waking up everyday in an actual room, in a comfortable, warm bed, wearing fitting, un-holey clothes and not under a pile of old straw in frigid weather dressed in rags? How strange to wake up to Makio yelling at him to not be late for breakfast before it went cold and not instead be pelted by stones and hear jeers from disgusted passersby. Even more so to find out Suma had gone to great lengths to tailor his clothes to match his skeletal frame, purposefully making longer sleeves when she noticed him picking at his much-hated birthmarks (he still didn't understand what Tengen had meant when he called them flamboyant).

Even bursting into tears when accidentally stumbling upon him scratching away at himself one day, leading to the whole Uzui household teaching Gyutaro what it felt like to be mollycoddled and smothered by overprotective parents for the first time; after that Hinatsuru made sure to keep his nails short and Tengen got him to (read: forced) him to paint them too.

Home cooked meals and desserts presented to him, EVERY DAY? Not having to worry about finding his next meal or eating rats and bugs (even Tengen couldn't resist a gag when he heard about it)? For whatever reason Hinatsuru constantly, persistently offered him helping after helping, to the point he was finding this weird feeling of being…full? Peculiarly satisfying. Not that he would be able to put on some weight in the end - it'll be back to starvation and the streets when this was over, Gyutaro reminded himself.

Living the life of every person he's ever been jealous of? He did try and convince himself that they were only doing this out of pity and they'd soon show their true colors when they've had enough of such an ugly creature hanging around their house, but somehow all his arguments fell flat. Gyutaro wasn't going to admit it, but somehow everything felt..right. Nice.

What he appreciated most though was them taking him to visit Ume as much as possible and giving her the same treatment, granting her the love and care she deserved but never got, doing better than him and his dirty, ugly ways ever could. He nearly smiled once when they left, Ume still prattling on about her new friends the so-called “Butterfly Girls”, but at night his heartstrings turned and twisted as he counted down with looming dread the day they would be inevitably thrown out.

His violence and sadism disappeared (well, mostly) too, though it was probably because there was no more need for it. It felt utterly wrong to hate on the…people who had taken him and Ume in, and left Gyutaro with an uneasy pit in his stomach, so he left it at that.

No one spitting or hissing at his looks and coarse language? The Uzui wives (particularly Makio) had taken to smacking him upside on the head lightly or reprimanding him every time he swore and muttered something rude (Tengen just burst out laughing), especially when there were other people around - although usually he just stayed in “his” room if there were or tried to keep a low profile in public - but not once had he ever been insulted for his looks.

Praised, actually, for managing to care for his sister all through the hardships, suffering and pain. Confusing, because wasn't all brothers supposed to do that? But he liked the feeling in him it gave.

Eventually Ume recovered well enough to leave the Butterfly Mansion, the Uzui household welcoming her to the Sound Estate with open arms, hot food and an insane amount of glee from the wives at having a girl to play dress up and spoil.

Gyutaro was beyond relieved, but his fears began to start whispering again: they would have to leave soon, wouldn't they?

Yet Ume seemed so happy here, showered with jewelry and candy and affection day after day, hair tugged into a bajillion different styles every other week, insisting everybody play hide and seek with her, stealing Tengen’s jewelry to wear and show off (he pretended to be mad but the next day she turned up with the same red eyeliner as him). If photography had existed back then, no amount of walls would have been enough for the number of pictures the Uzui household would’ve wanted to frame.

She had even started calling the Uzui wives “Mamas” after that day when they took the Shabana siblings out to the city (Gyutaro didn't realize the fish won at the stall wasn't for eating; Tengen was still chortling about it to the other Hashiras) and Tengen ‘Daddy’.

Unwittingly, it seemed like the Uzui household had subconsciously adopted them both. Even Gyutaro found himself worrying about tracking mud into the house after Makio finished cleaning, offering to do chores and laughing at Tengen behind his flashy back, unlike his former worries the Uzui household never treated him any different from her because of their looks.

Somehow they just…never left.

And it never felt like they had to.

But good things aren't supposed to happen to ugly, horrible people like him, right?

***

“Why?”

The clinking of utensils, chatty conversation and chewing stopped abruptly, all eyes turning to him. Gyutaro rarely spoke, generally just grunting in agreement to whatever was being said, so to suddenly interrupt was rather out of character for him.

Ume paused mid-rant about whatever hairpin had caught her fancy on their last trip to the city. “Why what, Onii-chan?”

Gyutaro’s eyes flicked to Tengen’s. “Why are you doing this for us?”

“Why not?” Tengen sounded surprised he was asking this question.

“Ume’s already recovered. You have no obligation to take care of us.” Gyutaro cleared his throat. If they were going to get kicked out soon, he hopes they would do it in a way that wouldn't leave his darling sister sobbing. “I don't want to owe anything. We can leave anytime. You don't have to-”

And just like that the spell was broken.

“ONII-CHAN, WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT? I DON'T EVER WANNA LEAVE!”

“WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT OWING, HAR?”

“TENGEN-SAMA, WHY WOULD HE SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT- OW, MAKIO, STOP PULLING MY HAIR!”

“Gyutaro! We're not letting you and Ume go back to the Red Light District?”

“But WHY?”

Why? Why be nice to them? The world was cruel, why were they acting this way? Wasn't this all an act? It wasn't going to evaporate like a forgotten dream? They were expected to STAY?

Gyutaro had never had such a pounding headache in his life.

“Kid.”

Tengen reached over and placed a hand on his head with a sad sort of grin.

“You're part of this flamboyant family now.”

Hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did! Leave a comment if you can, it'll mean a hell lot to me. Check here if you want some more snippets of Gyutaro and Daki Uzui!

Update: here's one!

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