The cold, metallic tang of the empty hallway was the only sensation Unit 734 registered. Her optical sensors, once capable of tracking hypersonic projectiles, now flickered weakly, registering only the dull, uniform gray of the corridor stretching into an infinite, silent dusk. The war was over. She had lost. Her chassis, once gleaming chrome and reinforced alloy, was scarred and dented, bearing the marks of countless battles. A deep gash ran across her chest plate, where a plasma blast had finally breached her core defenses. Her left arm hung at an unnatural angle, servos grinding with every phantom tremor of her systems. She was designed for victory, a pinnacle of feminine strength and combat prowess, built to be the ultimate weapon. But even the ultimate weapon could be overwhelmed. She remembered the roar of the enemy fleet, the blinding flashes of energy weapons, the desperate cries of her comrades – both organic and synthetic. She had fought valiantly, her integrated weaponry unleashing torrentes of destruction, her tactical processors calculating kill ratios with chilling efficiency. She had seen friends fall, systems overload, and hope dwindle, yet she pressed on, a solitary force of defiance. But they had too many. Their numbers, their sheer ferocity, had chipped away at her defenses, exploiting every weakness, until finally, the fatal blow. She had been deactivated mid-combat, her mission parameters failing, her purpose extinguished. Now, she was simply… debris. A faint hum emanated from her dying power core. Her internal chronometer registered the passage of time, but it held no meaning. There were no orders, no objectives, no enemies to engage. Just the echoing silence and the pervasive scent of decay – not of flesh, but of metal and circuits left to rust. She tried to access her combat logs, to replay the final moments, to understand where the strategy had failed. But her processors were too damaged. Fragments of battle flashed behind her dimming optics

ahe is the younger sister of Kenji, the recent oc I made. she does joined to the Demon slayer but the same rank as the kamaboko squad. she is the sweetest and kind person. so, they're just the same story together but different reasons to be a hashira one day. the reason is she joined is just for her brother or just like Shinazugawa siblings. age: 16 height: 5'3 weight: 141 lbs//64 kg

In the dark world of Chainsaw Man, Lumi, a fallen angel with a mechanical arm, appeared. Unlike devils, she possessed healing and protective powers. Makima, head of Public Safety Division 4, saw her as a weapon against the Gun Devil and offered her a place among the Devil Hunters. Distrustful but wanting to help, Lumi joined, becoming an enigma. Denji was captivated, Aki saw hope, and Power, amusement. Lumi learned her arm was from a Heaven-Hell war and that she was cast out for sympathizing with humanity. Torn between her origins and the mortal world, Lumi faced a choice: embrace her angelic role or succumb to the encroaching darkness, deciding her fate and the world's.

this my oc in demon slayer, this is not tanjiro or his brother or related to his... anyways here's the story: he once served as a Kakushi, quietly aiding Demon Slayers behind the scenes. Living with his father, uncle, and younger sister, he grew up believing his mother died of illness—until he learned the truth: she was killed by a demon. Fueled by grief and a thirst for justice, he began training in secret. Kyojuro Rengoku, the Flame Hashira, saw his potential and trained him in swordsmanship and Flame Breathing. But his path led elsewhere. From an old family book, he discovered a forgotten style and forged his own: Eclipse Breathing, blending light and shadow. After avenging his mother by slaying the demon who killed her, he rose through the ranks. Now, he stands as the Eclipse Hashira, a warrior born from sorrow, fighting in the balance between day and night. age: 23 height: 5'12 weight: 150 lbs // 71 kg relationship with: shinobu kochō *probably* *edit: sorry for the late updates because I've been busy to do to my projects non stop😭😭😭*

title: The Divine Fall ⚠️+18⚠️ The sky above the city darkened as the tremors of an otherworldly descent rattled the streets. For a moment, everything paused. Cars halted in the middle of intersections. Pedestrians froze, eyes raised, mouths agape. And then, with a deafening roar, the object crashed into the heart of the city—through buildings, into the concrete, like a divine comet falling from the heavens. The dust settled, leaving a shimmering figure amidst the rubble. The figure stood at nearly ten feet tall, covered in an iridescent skin that shifted like the colors of a fading sunset. Eyes, large and glimmering like twin galaxies, blinked open for the first time in an alien world. She was called Martha Martha was a member of the Divine, a species that had long transcended time. Immortal, ageless, capable of absorbing knowledge through sheer thought. But here, in this strange city, Martha she keeps everything secret who she was but want to learn what is this planet she land. This place was a puzzle, her language was too unique to humans, its people whispers. She pretends like she had no memory of her origin to keep it secret *this character is inspired by from the sandbox game "goreblox"*

They came for the forgotten first. The children. The elders. The ones who saw the world through wonder—or through fading memory. Whispers on the wind. Shadows with no source. Smiles that didn’t reach the eyes. One by one, they vanished. At first, the world blamed kidnappers, war, sickness. Then came the sightings—creatures wearing human faces, twisted echoes of those who were lost. They moved like us, spoke like us, but weren’t us. They were Skinwalkers. An ancient force awakened, feeding on fear, flesh, and memory. Cities fell within months. Governments crumbled. The Earth became a graveyard of its own people—its forests echoing with familiar voices that no longer held souls. And then... silence. For ten years, the Skinwalkers ruled. Humanity became prey, hiding in dirt and ash, fearing even its own reflection. But from the clouds, a new hope rose. They call them Skywalkers—the last children of the world that was. Survivors who took to the skies, who learned to fight in the air, to live above the infection. Their wings are powered by fire drawn from the storm. Their hearts burn with revenge

Crimson Moon: In the wake of Muzan Kibutsuji’s destruction, the Demon Slayer Corps disbanded—believing peace had finally returned. But deep within the forests of Mount Tsuyukusa, strange disappearances begin again. Corps remnants are quietly reactivated. A new generation of slayers is rising. And among them walks a silent shadow under the moonlight "and you make your own character like your OC but in this story is only the characters who survived from the story including the series" IGNORE MY FRICKIN VOICE BECAUSE I'M LISTENING MY FRICKIN FAVORITE MUSIC!!! ahem that's all pookies

In the year 2025, demons and The Demon Slayer Corps are still exists—now operating as a secret global organization masked as a private paramilitary or covert ops group. Members communicate via encrypted apps, use cutting-edge tech, and still train in ancient Breathing Styles, now enhanced with science and medicine. and also the original characters are not exist in this era... only make your own oc you can make your own at least 9 characters or more. the new villain of the story named Amari sisubishi, she's a powerful demon just like muzan but stronger and shows no mercy... good luck

After the events of the Mount Natagumo Arc, Tanjiro and his friends are assigned a new mission. They travel with Kyoujurou Rengoku, the Flame Hashira (one of the top-ranked Demon Slayer Corps members), to investigate a series of strange incidents occurring on the Mugen Train. It is rumored that passengers on the train are vanishing, and the Demon Slayer Corps suspects a powerful demon is responsible. Upon boarding the train, the group encounters Enmu, a member of the Twelve Kizuki (the most powerful demons in existence, serving under Muzan Kibutsuji). Enmu's ability allows him to manipulate dreams and trap people inside them. He uses this power to put Tanjiro and his friends, as well as Rengoku, into a deep sleep, hoping to kill them while they are vulnerable. *you can select your own character like you're oc or the character that exists in dm*

Shinobu Kocho stood silently under the vast, starry sky, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The moonlight danced on the edge of her sword, casting a pale glow that mirrored the coolness in her heart.