Until now Ive never tell her lore at ALL. Stay mysterious girl

Art name:”fathers rage”

Basically, Hagane is furious, fucking mad, that Kaito died.

Right now, two major things are happening in this picture.

1. Hagane’s new sword
   “The Blade of the False Sun God”
   (Though I’m also considering the name
   “The Blade of the False Fire God.”)

The blade is a flaming sword that works by copying the Blood Demon Art of Nezuko by using her blood.

However, the sword overheats extremely quickly. After killing Doma, Hagane uses Doma’s blood to create a cooling system for the weapon and armor. That’s why his hand glows blue the cooling system is running at 100%.

2. Humanity’s Verdict: Death

This technique has a horrifying side effect. Its victims feel as if humanity itself is judging them.

In Muzan case, he hears hundreds of voices condemning him for the way he acted, the way he lived, and even for what he is. It feels to him as though humanity is staring at him with hatred, disgust, and pity, and has collectively decided that he deserves to die.

He hears countless voices screaming things like:

“Fuck you!”
“Monster!”
“Son of the bitch!”
“Die!”

But the line that affects him most is:

“You should have died in the womb.”

The move can only be used once. After a few seconds, the entire system fails. The sword melts, the armor stops functioning, and Hagane loses one of his eyes.

At the end, Hagane locks onto Muzan and delivers a devastating strike, cutting him in half.

Muzan doesn’t die, but he can no longer regenerate the lower half of his body.

Immediately after that attack, Hagane collapses and passes out.

Sorry it took so long, all yout OCs were wonderful! Thanks for joining!

OCs by: u/Apart-Athlete-2029 u/Elemoss u/Strong_Occasion_7642 u/Successful-Bowler917 u/pokopura u/Web-Sp1nnr u/Responsible_Slice_33

I will answer questions as both of them

Y'all have probably seen all the art and charts I've made for Fujiko, but here is an actual information/introduction post for her!!

Basic

• Full Name: Fujiko Shimizu

• Age: 21

• Race: Human

• Nationality: Japanese

• Height: 5' 3” / 160cm

• Weight: 125lbs / 56.7kg

• Gender: Female

• Sexuality: Straight

• Alignment: Demon Slayer Corps

Appearance

• Hair: thick, curly black

• Eyes: Blue

• Skin Tone: Pale

• Uniform: Standard Demon Slayer uniform with dark blue tint

• Haori: Medium blue with lighter and darker blue waves and orange, white, and black koi fish.

Corps Data

• Breathing Style: Water Breathing; Koi Breathing

• Rank: Kinoe

• Nichirin Color: Blue

• Tsuguko Status: Giyuu's Tsuguko

• Assigned Kasugai Crow: Akira

• Marechi?: Yes

Personality

• Fujiko is very kind and caring. Though, she may seem shy at first, but can warm up to others if given the chance. She often hides her feelings from others, not wanting to burden anyone else with her issues. She will prioritize other's problems/needs over her own.

She is dedicated to her job as a demon slayer. If she fails to save someone from a demon, even if due to her uncontrollable fainting, it weighs heavy on her and takes her a while to forgive herself for her failure.

She loves making things and doing things for others. She feels best when she's doing even little things for others.

Family

• Parents / Siblings: Her parents were doctors, but were killed by a demon when it broke into the Shimizu residence; Fujiko's little brother was also killed that night.

• Immediate Relatives: none

• Significant Other: Giyuu

• Offspring: Twins

• Found Family: Kiriko Yukia (u/Millenniauld) Fujiko's best friend.

• Pets: (4) koi fish, (1) cat

Likes / Hobbies

• Water

• Fish; especially Koi and Bettas

• Ramen

• Rice

• Cooking for others

• Cats

• Crochet

Dislikes / Fears

• Demons

• Mean people

• Freezing cold weather

• Fire

• Feeling trapped

• Upsetting those she cares about

Strengths

• Despite her small size and lower strength, she uses her size to her advantage, helping her to move faster and more agile in battles. As well as be able to crawl into spaces other slayers can't.

• Her ability to cook brings many fellow slayers together to share a meal. This helps strengthen the bonds among the corps members.

• She has a natural affinity for water, making the Water Breathing style most suited to her. She is able to pick up and learn the forms decently easily, almost as if they are second nature to her.

• Once she created Koi Breathing, she was able to move easier in battle. It's better suited to her body than even Water Breathing

• She likes to make homemade gifts for others. She's gotten good at bringing others together through this gift.

Weaknesses

• One of Fujiko's biggest weaknesses is that she suffers from syncope, sometimes even in the middle of a fight or mission.

• She isn't very physically strong due to her smaller size, so she tries to make up for it in her speed and agility

• She isn't so gifted in speaking with others, and often misunderstands the meaning behind what others say.

• She often feels the need to make others happy despite how it makes her feel. So she often burns herself out and hurts herself mentally due to the stress of it.

• Fujiko has marechi blood, making her a target to demons. Once they realize, she's attacked much more fiercely than usual given that if a demon manages to kill and eat her, they gain much more strength than from an ordinary person.

This is my demon slayer oc. I had used Shinobu as a base to make the oc while I was in school. I was bored asf during the time. What do you think of him? He's the Arctic Hare Hashira and he is friendly towards the other demon slayers.

1- Moriko Akiyama (u/Kaoruhasegawa)

2- Onikoe (u/PolunumalieLikesArt)

3- Gansuke (u/Fyodor-you-loser)

4- Hagane Ryujin (u/Apart-Athlete-2029)

5- Haruto Nakamura (u/Fnafpro2005_kilo)

6- Kiriko (u/Millenniauld)

7- Flynn (u/Tsuyu_Asui_the_forth)

8- Fujiko Shimizu (u/Dancing-Koi)

I had so much fun doing everyone's OCs!!! I can't wait to do another one soon!!

A few weeks had passed, and Hagane was going over everything he had found names, locations, experiments, connections… anything he could use.

But his mind kept drifting back… and his anger continued to grow.

Hagane: “Fuck.”

He said as he slammed his fist against the table.

Shinobu: “My, my… should I bring some soap for that tongue of yours?”

Hagane: “Shinobu…”

Shinobu: “You’ve been busy. I thought you would’ve left on another mission by now.”

Hagane: “No, I stayed. I had other matters to handle. Tsubasa went on the mission instead of me.”

Shinobu: “Then what did you find?”

Hagane: “They’re covering everything up through other businesses… like a few high-class restaurants across Japan.”

Shinobu: “Well, it seems like no fine dining for me anymore… though I always preferred homemade meals.”

Hagane: “We also know they have more than ten factories across Japan. Some produce weapon’s, others produce drugs and…”

Shinobu: “And?”

Hagane: “Those people have been experimenting with demon blood… I doubt Muzan would willingly give it to them.”

Shinobu: “You think they’re doing this behind his back?”

Hagane: “Most likely…”

Hagane stared at his armor, his eyes fixed on one spot in particular.

Shinobu: “You think they’ll recreate the demonic booster?”

Hagane: “Even if they don’t, it’s still dangerous what they could achieve.”

Hagane showed shinobu new papers that was pinned on the bored

Hagane: “I got this from Tengen. They turned some people into monsters…and just killed them off. What if they create something they shouldn’t…?”

Shinobu: ”what is their plan?”

Hagane: ”I have few theories, they are trying to make a drug that will make a man stronger and have blood demons art without muzan control or if they recreate the demonic booster or something and else similar to make more dangerous weapons and sell it…..”

Hagane sat down in the chair, he looked exhausted from everything.

And Shinobu noticed how deeply it was affecting him.

And something else was building up inside him.

Rage.

Shinobu: “Hagane… are you okay?”

Hagane stayed silent for a moment.

Hagane: “I’m fine…”

Shinobu: “You’re a bad liar.”

Hagane: “Takes one to know one.”

Shinobu: “My, my… so I’m right then?”

Hagane: “No, I just—”

Shinobu: “Hagane, I understand your rage… your anger toward all of this… but please, don’t lose yourself.”

Shinobu looked at her older brother.

Shinobu: “Kanae raised you to be better.”

Hagane: “……”

Hagane said nothing.

Then—

A knock came from the door.

Tsubasa: “Is this a bad time?”

It was Tsubasa.

Hagane: “No, no, come in. What is it?”

Tsubasa: “I found something… and it’s not good.”

She said while holding several papers in her hand.

To be continued…

In their "cutting school" clothes! XD

Kiriko is my gremlin, and Ritsuo is the handsome creation of the one and only u/Superb_Body_1867

During her time as a cat, Kiriko (u/Millenniauld) got to play with her and do silly things with her when they weren't cuddling.

Wind was pushed against the brown - amber wings of the African Fish Eagle as it soared through the sky. It carried a note hung around its neck. As it was in the air, it was trying so hard not to shed a tear. For its whole flight, the urge to cry out and screech was overwhelming after the events it had witnessed. But the eagle didn’t; its face stayed neutral as it dove down into the woods of Japan and slowly began approaching a large mansion. As it neared, butterflies and wisteria filled its line of sight. 

The eagle glided through the trees until it reached the front doors of the estate. In the courtyard, several of the butterfly girls were doing their duties, and a few demon slayers were there as well training. Yet they all noticed the eagle enter. When the Fish Eagle approached the door, it stood there silent, as if it was unsure of what to do. 

But then, without a second thought, the eagle went up to the wooden door and used its beak to peck profusely. It then sat down on the ground, patiently waiting. A few minutes passed before the knob twisted, and one of the Butterfly girls stepped out. They looked down at the foreign bird, noticing the note wrapped around its neck. 

The girl bent down to pick up the eagle, but it ignored her and flew past her. Whether the eagle didn’t want anyone to see their tears, or it was just too focused on its task, they didn’t want to give anyone the chance to find out. It flew inside the estate without hesitation and found the Insect Hashira’s room. It took a while, but they made it. 

The eagle sat in front of the Hashira’s room patiently before she came out to spot them.

Shinobu stilled as she saw Adanna’s Eagle. 

She knew what it meant. When a crow - or eagle - comes back without their Slayer. She knew all too well.

Without speaking, Shinobu bent down and unwrapped the letter from the eagle’s neck. 

It read: 

Greetings Hashira, 

You don’t know me, but I am Adanna’s husband from overseas. I’ve written this letter to inform you that she’s deceased. She fought valiantly in battle against a very powerful demon that has been giving our country trouble for some time now. 

Please, when you get the chance, pass the message along to my daughter, Melody Ugochukwu. I’ve been informed that she’s staying alone in a one-story house in the woods of Japan. I’ve even received a map of its location from Adanna before she passed. So, if you please, send someone out there and make sure she’s alright. 

Sincerely, 
Chidubem Ugochukwu 

Shinobu carefully folded the paper and gave it back to the Fish Eagle, and sent them on their way. The Eagle left through her open window and continued on to the rest of the Hashira. 

As for Shinobu, she was making one thing her priority now.

And it was finding that little girl.

P.S, I literally forgot that the crows in Demon Slayer cawed out to the rest that their slayer is dead while writing this.

No limit, im actually in a good mood for sketch rn and I would love to draw them <3

Astar is gonna take the 5th place, so there are 7 places left!

don't use, trace, steal, copy

(Art by u/my_dear_melanch0ly)

So what does that do?

“Humanity’s Verdict: Death” is not directly tied to Steel Breathing, but instead comes from a reforged style from “Humanity’s Vision.” The technique pushes the user’s perception and eyesight to their absolute limit, allowing them to lock onto and strike targets with extreme precision

But what I’m referring to here is the first factor

Anyone Hagane looks at begins to feel as if humanity itself is judging them. Not just their appearance, but their actions, choices, and entire existence. They may even start hearing faint voices in their mind

This is a side effect of the “fury” component of the technique, which constantly analyzes the target to determine the most effective way to attack. Because of this, the victim’s mind interprets it as being evaluated like a tool or a piece of art being judged for its value, usefulness, and flaws

So how does your OC experience it? What do they hear? And what are they being judged for in that moment?

(Note: this technique was used only on muzan and even he felt slight of shame and guilt)

Bring your deerstalker hats and magnifying glasses 🔎
You’re going to need them

The root protruded slightly from the ground, hidden among rotting leaves and damp earth. Astar, perhaps because of the heavy tears blurring her vision, did not see it.

Her foot caught on it, and the world tumbled forward. The impact was sharp: her chin against the ground, a dull thud, then a metallic taste that filled her mouth. She lay there for a moment, motionless, her breath ragged and her trembling hands sinking into the mud. Then the pain hit her all at once.

A groan escaped her lips, but it was immediately stifled. Her fingers clenched into the earth as if she could disappear into it. She couldn’t make a sound. She mustn’t make a sound: the forest around her was too silent, too alive. Astar slowly lifted her head. Her chin throbbed, warm and sticky. Blood dripped down, sliding along her neck. She could feel it, every drop. And she hated it.

Because that smell, sweet, thick, and nauseating, was the same. The same smell that filled the house…the memory crashed down on her without mercy: Broken wood, a scream, no, two. Then just one. That horrible, slimy, wet sound, like flesh being torn apart.

Astar brought a hand to her mouth, stifling a retch. Her shoulders began to shake, but no sound came out. Her eyes, wide open, stared into the void, while images she didn’t want to see kept chasing her.

Her mother, her hands…or rather, her claws sunk into her father’s contorted body, his face now ravaged by lacerations that rendered it unrecognizable.

And the smile.

That smile that hadn’t been human for a long time.

And the eyes.

Empty. Hungry.

Red.

Astar squeezed her eyes shut tightly, as if she could erase it all. But the blood was still there: on her hands, on the floor…everywhere.

And a part of her, a part she hated with all her being, had recognized that smell. She had understood it. She had… desired it. A sob shook her chest.

“No… I’m not…”

The words died before they could even form, and the forest answered her silence: a faint rustle, barely perceptible, yet far too close.

Astar stiffened, trying to blend into the wet soil beneath her: she wasn’t alone. Her breathing grew slower, more cautious, as her body reacted even before her mind could comprehend. Her muscles tensed, her senses sharpened… something was moving among the trees, something that wasn’t walking: it was gliding. A very thin thread cut through the air in front of her, almost invisible in the dim moonlight.

Then another.

And yet another.

Astar didn’t have time to react; something brushed against her neck: a light, precise cut. Blood gushed out again.

And the forest held its breath.

A shadow moved among the branches, then another and yet another, slender, twisted figures, eyes shining in the dark: family.

Not human. They approached slowly, like curious predators. One of them tilted its head; another took a deep breath.

Astar felt their breath on her neck and narrowed her eyes, as if bracing for an impact that never came: they stopped. A sudden, tense, and surreal silence followed, which could mean only one thing: confusion.

Astar sensed it even before she understood it. The eyes staring at her were no longer just hungry. They were… uncertain.

“This smell…”

A whisper, broken, almost annoyed. The cobwebs around her trembled slightly, as if something in the air had changed. Astar didn’t move a millimeter; she didn’t even allow herself to breathe. The blood continued to trickle, slowly, down her skin.
And for a very long moment, predator and prey remained suspended in the same space. Then one of the demons took a step back, barely perceptible, but it was enough. Astar was no longer mere prey.

And in the woods, under the moon’s invisible gaze, something had changed. Astar felt it. She wasn’t safe. But she wasn’t just… a victim anymore either.

Made with the help of u/zuomarechi1