It’s been a while since I accepted more requests, and this well be a new art work! I almost finished all of my art trade and art request, so after that I’ll be continue doing this next <3
Limit 1 oc per user / if not enough I’ll allow 2 per 1 user
Before there was
a blacksmith,
an inventor,
a Hashira,
a hero,
there was only a child one whom fate showed no mercy.
His parents were beggars who never had money… mostly because they spent what little they had on alcohol, drugs, cigarettes, and other vices. To them, Hagane was nothing more than the result of one terrible night’s mistake especially when the child was born with blood-red eyes.
They hated the boy, not just because he was another mouth to feed or they needed to take care of him, they hated the eyes thinking of him as a broken baby.
So they didn’t care for him and often would forget to feed him.
When Hagane was four years old, they sold him to criminals for 1,000 yen and disappeared forever.
After that, he was forced to work in a weapons factory alongside other children.
Every day was hell.
Every day was a fight to survive.
It became difficult to decide whether waking up was a gift… or a curse that only meant more suffering.
For seven years, he worked there.
The adults often used tricks and false kindness, pretending to care only to betray the children in the end. Hagane had a few companions, but it was hard to call them true friends. When food was scarce, friendship meant nothing.
Hunger always came first.
Only Tetsu stayed by his side.
He was his only true friend, more like a brother.
But even that came to an end.
One day, demons attacked.
They slaughtered everyone children and adults alike leaving no one alive.
Hagane was lucky enough to escape.
But he got lost and couldn’t find Tetsu or the other children. So he kept walking.
Life afterward was no easier.
Some would say it became even worse.
He knew nothing about money, so he stole whatever he needed to survive. But nothing was free. Whenever he took something without paying, he was beaten and punished.
Hagane learned quickly:
Nothing is free.
Nothing is given out of kindness.
He lived on the streets for a year, barely surviving. Villagers often mistook him for a demon because of his blood-red eyes.
During winter, beneath freezing rain and merciless winds, he nearly died.
It was a miracle he survived at all.
At that point, Hagane accepted his fate.
He accepted that one day he would die and that all he was doing was delaying the inevitable.
He accepted what he was.
“A soul failed by fate”
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But fate… for once… showed pity.
Now twelve years old, Hagane wandered through the streets trying to sell a sword he had found in the forest an old, rusty blade.
Eventually, he approached a tall woman with pink eyes, long dark hair, and butterfly hairpins resting gently above her ears.
Kid Hagane: “…Hello… ma’am… um…”
Kanae: “Oh my, what do we have here? A sword? Little boys like you shouldn’t be playing with that.”
Kid Hagane: “I… I wasn’t playing… I wanted… to sell the sword… would you be… interested?”
Kanae looked confused.
A young boy selling a sword?
Kanae: “Sweetie, where are your parents?”
Hagane: “I… they… left me…”
Kanae’s heart ached.
It was obvious the boy standing before her had suffered greatly.
So she took him in.
Hagane followed Kanae with only one thought in mind:
If I work hard enough, maybe I’ll survive.
He expected another nightmare like the factory. But at least, he thought, there would be food.
At the Butterfly Mansion, Kanae cleaned him, gave him new clothes, and treated the countless injuries and illnesses his body carried after years of suffering.
She was fascinated by Hagane’s eyes.
And strangely enough… she loved them.
Shinobu was slightly annoyed that Kanae had brought home a stray boy especially one older than her but that irritation faded quickly.
Hagane was like a frightened kitten.
Terrified of everything.
Even when Kanae and Shinobu brought him food, he suspected it was a trap. He believed they would demand something in return… or spill the food onto the floor as a cruel joke.
One day, Hagane accidentally broke a vase.
Fear drained the color from his face.
He immediately ran to the nearest closet and locked himself inside, convinced punishment would come next screaming, hitting, pain… just like at the factory.
But it never came.
Kanae remained calm.
She never screamed at him.
She never struck him.
Instead, she gently spoke to him through the door.
And slowly, with her soft voice guiding him back, Hagane stepped out — still trembling, still skeptical, still afraid.
Kanae was always kind to him.
Even when Hagane refused to trust her, she never stopped showing him kindness… and she never asked for anything in return.
Then one day, her kindness finally shattered the cruel belief he had about the world.
And in its place, she lit a fire that would never burn out.
It was an ordinary night, but the rain was harsher than usual.
It reminded him of the day he had nearly died.
Beneath the blanket, Hagane trembled uncontrollably. Panic gripped him tightly. Tears streamed silently down his face as his body shook violently. His heart pounded so hard it felt as though it might burst from his chest.
Then
A soft hand touched him.
It was Kanae.
Kanae: “Scared?”
Hagane couldn’t answer.
In his panic, he didn’t know what to do. He had never learned the instinct to run toward someone for comfort, the way children run to their mothers when frightened.
So he simply sat there, shaking as tears rolled down his cheeks.
But then
Kanae pulled him gently into a warm embrace.
She wrapped the blanket around both of them, rubbed his back softly, and hummed a quiet melody to calm him.
Kanae: “Shhh… I’m here.”
For the first time in his life, Hagane felt something unfamiliar.
Warmth.
Protection.
Safety.
He clung to Kanae as though she were the only thing keeping him from drowning.
And in twelve years of existence…
He finally slept without fear.
Quietly.
Peacefully.
Comfortably.
In Kanae’s arms.
To Be Continued…
From left to right except for Fujiko in the middle front
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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)
Thank You y’all 💋 And this time, the theme will be….
Summerfest !!!
So if anything, you now can request what their clothes/swimsuit/summer clothes will look like if you’d like to☀️🍉 There’s no canon dress
Her name js Haruka Nekomata! 16 years old flower breathing user, rank Tsuchinoe
Her weight is tentative. It could be up to 90-95kg.
Had all the time to become a Hashira anytime soon, just chose to mentor underlings and hunt alongside them, like a tiger hunting with her own cubs.
She misses her late siblings so much she started "adopting" and mentoring slayers herself, with the assistance of the Stone Hashira who was skeptical of her idea at first.
Do not prank her by putting ice onto her neck tho.
Who’s she with guys? Is it a demon? Or a slayer?
You guys can insert your oc’s if you want. Who did she finish sparring with?
Super excited, but also nervous because some things still aren’t finished yet just small bits but I can’t delay this any longer.
Like before, when I first started, there will be three-day gaps between chapters. There will be 12 chapters in total (chapters 0–10, plus one solo chapter for another OC), and one bonus post… but I won’t say what it is yet.
One last thing… thank you for your patience, and thank you to everyone who’s been excited about this story.
The girl with Yui and Mitsuri is Mizu, my another oc
I always lught when I think that Yui is Taller than shinobu and Kanao, but near to Mitsuri and Mizu she looks like a child
Hina is mad at something and he doesn’t know why?!?! (Give me your reasons why hina is mad at hagane)
Now that that’s out of the way, let’s talk about money.
“Blood-Stained Money.” Many of you already know about it, and some may not. It’s a story about my OC, Hagane Ryujin the Steel Hashira and his early years in the role. He fights both demons and criminal organization (basically demons × mafia). If you have any questions, I’ll answer them.
I also want to say that I’ll be reposting the story with more art and making a few changes. More OCs will be included or mentioned.
The story will have Chapters 1–10, and I’ll be adding a new chapter: “Chapter 0: Fate’s pity.”
That’s all for now. I’ll still be active here, but most of my focus will go into the story. I’ll keep posting just simpler things like questions or reposting old stuff.
Release info: It’ll probably come out around May 11. Chapters will have one day gaps between them so everyone has time to read except for one chapter, which will have a three day gap.
Tsubasa belongs to u/LongjumpingAd3320
It was just a few days of a really bad body wide fever but it’s mainly tamed now so I should be able to get back into the community.
Years and years ago, there was a man whose under-eyes were dark purple from sleeplessness, his hands and feet no longer able to function properly from exhaustion and hunger. He was the only working member of a family with five children. Famine had hit their household hard, and the smell of starvation had spread everywhere.
The children of the Kagamikawa family couldn’t sleep because they were hungry and the air was freezing. Father Jirobei was searching for dry wood on a foggy night where snow slowly fell and covered the ground. He could barely see anything, and because of the first snowfall, the wood they found was soaked through. He kept a few dry pieces inside his clothing, doing everything he could in desperation. His wife’s weakening body, his children’s cries that never stopped from hunger, and his own helplessness all tore him apart. He wanted to give up, to stop. But not now. He couldn’t die tonight.
Through the wind-blown snow, a tall man approached. His pale skin blended into the white of the snow, and the only thing that made him visible among the birch trees was his coat. Jirobei stopped, wondering what a well-dressed stranger was doing in the village at this hour.
The man had a gentle smile on his face. “Poor thing, do you need help?” he said in the same polite tone. Jirobei froze. His eyes were crimson, his pupils like a cat’s. His presence was so unnatural that he didn’t feel human. Jirobei couldn’t speak. He just stood there, mouth slightly open. “Let me free you from these troubles. What’s your name?”
“Kagamikawa,” he said. “Kagamikawa Jirobei.”
“Jirobei, I can offer you a different life.” Jirobei stayed silent, unable to say a single word despite his mouth being open. “If you become a demon, you can live as long as you want. You won’t suffer. You’ll become stronger, Jirobei. You need this.”
“What?” Jirobei dropped the firewood he was holding under his clothes. Fear took over his body, and he could no longer look away from the man’s crimson eyes. “I can’t! I have to take care of my family… they can’t survive without me! My children are still so small!”
“Ah, then I suppose I’ll have to kill you… what a pity. You’ve seen me after all,” the man said, extending his long, claw-like hand.
“No!” Jirobei shouted immediately. “I’m sorry— I swear I won’t tell anyone, I swear on my children’s lives, I won’t say a word! Let me go!”
“Then let’s do this,” he said, lowering his hand. His smile was still so gentle it made Jirobei feel sick. “You owe me. By the time I return, you will have fixed your life. If you succeed, you live. If you fail, I will take one of your children.”
Jirobei swallowed hard, having no choice but to nod. His trembling hands, now driven by fear instead of exhaustion, reached for the dropped firewood. He grabbed what he could and ran home with all his strength, leaving the man behind. He couldn’t catch his breath. He threw himself into their collapsing house so violently that everyone inside shuddered from the tension. His wife approached him, asking with worry, “What’s wrong? Why are you so frightened?”
Jirobei hated the emotion in her voice. After an unknown amount of time, his family would be destroyed. When he realized what he had done, he felt disgusted with himself. “I… saw… a bear… that’s all.”
~~
Nine years passed.
For nine years, Jirobei worked harder every single day. His children grew up. Some got married and left the village. He personally sent them away, hoping that when the red-eyed man returned, he wouldn’t find anyone to take. His two youngest sons remained, one twelve, the other fifteen. Every day of those nine years, Jirobei lived in fear. When would that man come? He didn’t know. His efforts changed nothing. They were no richer than before. They were still hungry, the children still couldn’t sleep, but they no longer cried.
Then, on another winter night, the devil knocked on their door. Jirobei had no choice but to open it. The red-eyed man stood there again. There was no sign of aging on his face. The same pale skin, the same black hair, the same figure. His polite smile hadn’t changed even a millimeter. It was just as nauseating as before. “How have you been, Jirobei?”
Jirobei couldn’t answer. His hands were shaking. His eyes were filling with helpless tears. He let the man inside and led him to the room where his wife and children lay on the floor. “I see nothing has improved,” the man said.
Jirobei knew what that meant. He grabbed his fifteen-year-old son Shidon by the arm and forced him to stand. Tears wouldn’t stop anymore. Shidon was the same— confused, terrified. It was the first time he had ever seen his father cry. “Father, what’s going on!?”
“This gentleman…” Jirobei said, but couldn’t continue. He hugged his son tightly one last time and kissed his black hair. “It’s all my fault… you were always responsible, Shidon. There is nothing you cannot overcome… forgive me, my son…”
Shidon tried to pull away, horrified. Had his father sold him? He didn’t understand. No one did except Jirobei and the red-eyed man. The man’s gentle voice filled the room. “You will keep me company for a while, Shidon.”
“NO! NO NO NO! FATHER, LET ME GO!”
Shidon was crying too now. Tears poured endlessly, just like his father’s. “I HAVE DREAMS! THIS IS NOT MY DESTINY!”
The man grabbed Shidon. His kindness vanished. One of his long claws slid across the boy’s neck, leaving a deep wound, and Shidon collapsed to the ground. “Do you regret failing your debt, Jirobei?” he said.
Shidon lay there, holding his neck. He didn’t feel like he was dying— his body felt like it was regenerating. His fingers scratched the wooden floor as a low growl escaped his throat. When he turned his head, the first thing Jirobei saw was the change in his son’s eyes. Shidon, now in a monstrous form, lunged and grabbed his father. What followed… was pure brutality. His younger brother ran toward him but was pulled back by their mother. “Brother! BROTHER!”
“You tried to fool me and push away the rest of your family. You sacrificed them to save yourself. People like you are destined for hell, Jirobei.”
Jirobei, bleeding at the hands of his own son, wanted to scream that it wasn’t true. That he had only tried to keep his family alive. But he couldn’t.
And no one in that room ever learned that the man who walked out of that house was Muzan Kibutsuji.
~~
Later that night, no one was around. Kaito moved across rooftops. The village was silent; the villagers were afraid. They wondered who the demon would take tonight.
The only sound was a couple arguing inside a house, which irritated Kaito. He wanted to kill the demon that would come and go home. He was thinking about Genya and his unfinished work, stuck here listening to relationship problems for a demon that might never appear.
Then a crash. A man came out of the house. Middle-aged, muttering angrily as he walked toward the edge of the village. Kaito narrowed his eyes and watched him. He landed on the roof of the house the man came from. The moment the man stepped a few meters away from the village entrance, something attacked him.
A demon.
Kaito jumped down from the roof. Inhuman speed— he grabbed the man before the demon could touch him. “Go home.”
The man stared in fear between the demon and the boy holding him. “What the hell is that thing!?”
“A demon.” The demon didn’t move. It just stood there, drooling, strangely calm. “You should have trusted Fujikawa,” Kaito said, carrying the man back. “Go inside. And listen to your wife!”
The man ran off in panic. Kaito and the demon stared at each other. He drew his sword. But instead of attacking, the demon ran. It was as if something was calling it.
Kaito was shocked and chased it into the forest. Just as he was about to strike, he felt something. His sword stopped mid-air, and his arm moved on its own, as if pushed. A deep cut appeared on his arm. There were glass-like fragments everywhere.
He realized then—there were four demons in this village.
When he steadied his sword and looked around, he saw three more demons similar to the one he had chased. One was nearly bald, with short black hair and strange patterns, his head constantly twitching as he looked around. Another was a gray-haired woman with a long tongue like a snake, hissing, even having a horn. The third smiled at Kaito. All of them wore black and white striped clothing. It was a terrifying sight.
The short-haired one spoke as his head kept twisting. “How dare you draw a sword against our family?”
“You’ve got some stupid courage,” the woman added mockingly.
“Genzo… Kuroe… don’t push him too hard, he’s clearly a rookie,” the third said. As they approached, he continued: “Look at that mark in his eye! He must be special… I’m sure he tastes delicious…”
“Then you’ll be the one to start the feast, Raiga.”
They had surrounded Kaito. He knew he wasn’t special. True special people were those who became Hashira, or those who mastered breathing styles, or those who fought demons with sheer will, or those who turned electricity into weapons and made demons suffer. People who could change the world.
Kaito wasn’t one of them.
He took a deep breath. Water Breathing third form: Flowing Dance.
Genzo and Kuroe were strong. When Kaito attacked, they used their blood demon arts.
Genzo struck first. “Blood Demon Art: Exploding Glass!” He turned his blood into shards of glass and attacked, disrupting Kaito’s balance and restricting his movement. Before he could recover, Kuroe’s technique joined in, thin glass threads slicing into him.
Raiga moved in for the kill while Genzo and Kuroe created openings. Kaito was trapped. Either he would hold them off until sunrise, or he would die. The threads cut his arms again and again until Genzo grabbed his throat and slammed him into a tree. The boy struggled, trying to pull away.
“You don’t even have a family protecting you. That’s sad, isn’t it?”
Kaito’s vision darkened. His sword fell. He tried to pull the demon’s hand away, but he was too weak. Sanemi’s words echoed in his mind from earlier that day. “If I were as useless as you, I would’ve left the Corps already.”
Sanemi was right. Kaito never deserved to be a demon slayer. He was ready to die. Everyone would be happier that way. He closed his eyes tightly, using his last breath—
A sound.
Something hit the ground.
A head.
The first demon Kaito had chased earlier was now on the ground.
Genzo slowly turned his head 180 degrees. When he saw what was behind him, his grin disappeared. “KAZANE!”
A familiar, heavy voice filled the air.
“I suggest you put the boy down.”
Vi presento Yui! Fate qualsiasi domanda vogliate! amo rispondere a domande su di lei!
La mia seconda OC! Si chiama Kikuro Yorunohoko!! Chiedetemi pure tutto quello che volete su di lei!!
(Emh, a volte dimentico di disegnarle il corsetto... ops...)