HELLO THERE!!! I got this idea of a Pokémon AU from the posts of OC’s Pokémon teams. So I’m gonna write it!! So please if you want involved drop your OC(s) you want involved and their Pokémon (maybe how they met them as well just so I know what you are wanting written). Also due to my limited time I can’t make too much art of this, so if there is a skilled artists who wants to handle to visual portion of this while I do the writing, please let me know! I will make a DM group chat between all involved to discuss the plans.

Thanks and Good Day!

Li Lee finally got her hands on her favorite, marechi-filled prey. Will the slayers be able to save her in time before the demon can engorge herself too much and become too strong, or will a lot of people lose a dear friend tonight to the winged succubus?

After being double dared to draw this piece (redraw from the anime) here it is finished

(Young MeiKaza)

Her birthday was a few days ago, but I just found the template.

Hii!! This is my introduction for my dearest oc, Akari!

I've had her for 4 years ... And her style has changed so much.. I'm really proud of her

Haseodori Akari (ハセオドリ・アカリ)

Rime Breathing

Rank: Hashira

Age: 17

(I don't really know how to do introductions..)

Akari is a seemingly emotionless girl who hates demons. Her breath and attitude is ice cold, and she recovers quickly from shock. She protects people who can't protect themselves. She has a savior complex around zenitzu and feels guilty if she doesn't help him. She always carries an omamori around. Maybe someone should ask her what's inside...?

Anyways that's it lemme know if I need to add something else.... And also I am thinking of changing her name up at some point but oh well

"...But I would like to leave you both with my best wishes. Thank you for everything..."

"Goodbye..."

Shinkotsu closed the diary in his hands. He set it aside and covered his face with both hands. Beside him, Yuta had her own hand over her mouth, barely managing to keep herself from crying out.

Tears streamed down both their faces. Hours had passed. It had only been hours since they had lost their closest friend.

Once Shinkotsu had finally stopped crying by the river, the first thing he had done was run to Yuta's house. Together, they had read the words in the diary, its pages marked here and there by spots where the ink had clearly been soaked and dried again.

Neither of them could comprehend it. For eight years, they had never allowed anything, or anyone, to come between them.

But they had been powerless against the angel of death.

For a while, neither of them spoke. As Yuta sobbed, her shoulders trembling, Shinkotsu pulled her into his arms.

They stayed like that for minutes. They simply cried, without saying a word. When Takeshi had been with them, it had been nearly impossible for them to stay quiet. Now that he was gone, neither of them quite knew what they were supposed to do.

Eventually, Yuta pulled away and took a breath. Her head was throbbing from crying. "What did they do with his body? Will we be able to stay with him?"

Shinkotsu sniffed and wiped his reddened eyes with one hand. "It'll be difficult to spend the night there. The authorities are still examining everything. His parents haven't even been allowed to take his body yet."

Yuta swallowed. "We knew..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "We knew, and we did nothing..."

"I really never thought he'd do something like this," Shinkotsu said, rubbing his forehead with one hand. "I'll kill Shirakawa."

Ganshu's face wouldn't leave his mind. Takeshi had written it all down, sentence by sentence: how the boy he loved had told him to die, how deeply it had hurt, how exhausted he had become from being unable to make anything right anymore. He had written about how he could no longer bear the way his mistakes were eating away at him.

He had left behind a diary filled with page after page of his thoughts. Some pages held stories, others little drawings...

He had died believing that no one but Shinkotsu and Yuta would care.

He had been wrong...

Once again.

•••

Shinkotsu and Yuta somehow managed to spend the night beside Takeshi's carefully prepared body. By then, Shinkotsu could no longer cry. As he listened to the priest's prayers and the scent of burning incense filled the room, he spent the entire night sitting quietly with Takeshi's family, lost in memories of the time they had shared.

His hatred and anger had only grown stronger.

The funeral was held the following day.

Shinkotsu and Yuta attended that as well, staying from the moment Takeshi's body was carried out until he was laid to rest. Shinkotsu was the one who scattered the earth over his grave with his own hands. As some of the crowd began to leave, Yuta remained by the grave with Takeshi's parents.

But there were some unexpected faces at the funeral.

Shinkotsu caught sight of Ganshu standing toward the back. He strode toward him with quick, heavy steps.

Ganshu was dressed in a pitch-black suit. His hands hung at his sides, clenched tightly into fists. More importantly, tears were slowly rolling down his face.

The moment Shinkotsu reached him, he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him outside the cemetery. It was as though his strength had doubled; he practically hauled a broad-shouldered man like Ganshu out by force.

The moment they were outside, he threw him to the ground. Ganshu said nothing. He didn't even raise his head. He made no attempt to brush the dust and dirt from his clothes. The only sound that escaped his lips was a quiet, broken sob.

Shinkotsu kicked him. "You son of a bitch!"

"He died because of you! Because of what you said to him! You gave him the courage to do it!"

He kicked him again. Ganshu still said nothing.

"And now you have the nerve to come here and cry at his funeral... Are you relieved? He's finally dead. ARE YOU RELIEVED!?"

Ganshu clenched the dirt beneath his hand.

He remained silent.

Just as Shinkotsu grabbed him by the collar again, Jiro happened to be passing by the front of the cemetery.

"Don't make such a big deal out of it," he said, looking at Shinkotsu. "You don't cry like this just because a dog died."

Shinkotsu released Ganshu's collar. Without looking back, Ganshu hurried away.

"What the hell did you just say?" Shinkotsu snapped. He straightened and turned toward Jiro. "YOU SON OF A BITCH, WHAT DID YOU SAY!?"

"Good riddance. The city just got a little better without that bastard-" Jiro didn't get to finish. A fist slammed into his face.

"Say it again!" Shinkotsu shouted, striking him again. Jiro struck back, throwing the next punch himself. Shinkotsu's expression didn't even flinch. Fueled by his anger, Shinkotsu kept hitting Jiro without stopping.

"You and your shitty friends can all-" Jiro pulled himself back and drew a knife from his pocket. "Go to hell!"

Shinkotsu had no trouble wrenching the knife from his hand as Jiro swung it. With a swift motion, he slashed Jiro's cheek, then pressed the blade against his throat.

"SAY ONE MORE WORD!" Shinkotsu roared, pressing the blade closer. "ONE MORE DAMN WORD AND I'LL BURY YOU HERE TODAY!"

The crowd from the cemetery had gathered around them. Three people restrained Shinkotsu while two held Jiro back. Shinkotsu was still struggling against their grip.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO, I'LL KILL HIM!"

Jiro was no different. "LET HIM GO!" he shouted, knowing full well he'd only be beaten again if they did.

Yuta placed a hand against Shinkotsu's chest. "Don't... Please. Takeshi wouldn't want you fighting at his funeral."

Shinkotsu stopped.

He took several deep breaths, staring at Jiro. "This isn't over," he said.

"It sure as hell isn't!" Jiro shot back, straightening his clothes. He turned around and hurried away.

Shinkotsu finally turned his head toward Yuta.

"You know Takeshi would've wanted me to fight..." he said, beginning to laugh from sheer nervous exhaustion. "If he were here, we'd have beaten him together. He'd probably be pissed that I went after him alone."

Yuta smiled through the pain and cupped Shinkotsu's cheeks in her hands. "I know..."

"We wouldn't even be standing here right now. We'd have gone to your house after the fight to tell you what happened. You'd have scolded us for getting into childish trouble... Takeshi would look at me, I'd look at him, and we'd start laughing."

"I know..." Yuta said again. A small sob escaped her lips.

"How many stories did he leave unfinished, I wonder?"

"Dozens."

"He was supposed to write that story where the three of us were characters. That bastard... He left without even finishing that."

Shinkotsu kept grinning. His nerves were completely shot. He didn't even know what he was doing or why he was saying any of this. None of it felt real. It was as though Takeshi were still alive. As though there were still a hand resting on his shoulder.

He could almost feel it.

Yuta couldn't bear to watch him like this any longer. She buried her face against Shinkotsu's chest and continued to cry quietly.

"Takeshi... Look what you've done to us..."

•••

They stayed by the grave for hours. The crowd had long since dispersed, and even Takeshi's parents had finally gone home. Shinkotsu and Yuta sat on the earth, continuing to talk about their memories of him.

By the time they returned home, it was almost midnight.

Shinkotsu's mother, Kurenai, was waiting for him at the door. The moment she saw the dust covering her son from head to toe, her already furrowed brows drew together even further. "What were you thinking, coming home at this hour looking like this?"

"I was at the funeral. You know that," Shinkotsu replied.

"You were supposed to get married. How is that going to happen if you're going to behave this irresponsibly?"

"I'm not getting married."

"Excuse me?" Kurenai stepped closer to Shinkotsu. "What exactly is that supposed to mean?"

"I just buried my best man. Marriage is the last thing on my mind!" the young man snapped. "Yuta feels the same way. We just lost our closest friend. We're not going to go ahead and have a wedding like nothing happened!"

"You're going to throw away all those preparations over some poor nobody!?" Kurenai demanded. "Do you have any idea what your father is going to say?"

"My father will understand! That boy you look down on because he was poor respected me more than you ever did!"

"You do not raise your voice at me. Get a hold of yourself!"

"Get out of my way!" Shinkotsu shoved his mother aside by the shoulder and stormed up to his room.

Kurenai was still shouting when the sound of the lock clicking shut came from behind his door...

•••

From that day onward, Shinkotsu knew he would never be the same again.

When Takeshi's belongings were being divided among his family, Shinkotsu took nothing. He knew his mother would burn anything she found in his possession.

The diary remained with Yuta.

His sketchbook was nowhere to be found.

And Ganshu disappeared that very day.

No one ever heard from him again.

Things they have in common: Feral, giggly, flexible, loud, ADHD coded, two weapon fighting style, functionally illiterate, super loyal, super dumb, dirty 99% of the time, brash and (over)confident, quick to pick a fight FOR FUN, lovable despite being extremely gremlin-core, and of course..... way prettier than they have any right to be.

Since Kaori was voted as Nezuko for this event, also Rip kid Douma in this Universe as he’s going more cooked than canon Kanae. Base by poisonlilly

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hihi not terribly much to say except once the idea occurred to me it refused to leave me alone until i finished it! feeling very shojo apparently 😌

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credits:

fujiko as tuxedo sam - u/Dancing-Koi
kaoru as pompompurin- u/Kaoruhasegawa
moriko as pochaco- u/Kaoruhasegawa
tsubasa as cinnamoroll- u/LongjumpingAd3320
iyori as badtz maru- me
airi as keroppi- me

outfit designs (moriko, kaoru, fujiko, tsubasa - u/Kaoruhasegawa)

artwork inspired by the last image (Soul Eater- Atsushi Ohkubo)

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*please feel free to ask any questions! (*and maybe leave your favorite sanrio character in the comments? or which sanrio character you think your oc would like the most!)

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Heyy y'all! So, I've decided that before I stop posting for a while that I should play a little guessing game with y'all, involving my ocs obviously! What you guys have to do is simple, try and guess who the oc that I'm showing is!✨️

Here are two hints:

This character is deceased

This character is really important for Rintarou and Akira's lore

Good luck!Do your best!✌️

PS: If you guys need a touch up on Rintarou and Akira's lore, these are the links:

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCDemonSlayer/s/dygB9TqUpF

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCDemonSlayer/s/3EwwCwIEEK