𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐜í𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐚 𝐥𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚, 𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐨 𝐚ú𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐝𝐫í𝐚𝐧 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨. 𝐀𝐔 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢: 𝐭𝐨𝐩 (𝐀𝐥𝐟𝐚) 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐚: 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 (𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚) 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐮: 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 (𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚) 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢: 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 (𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚) 𝐊𝐢𝐠𝐚: 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 (𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚)

este es un fanfic dónde arribaremos a denji a kimetsu no yaiba desde sus inicios después de la muerte con el demonio de los zombies pero llevándose a pochita con el.

No se no podía dormir y se me ocurrió esta idea. Descargo de responsabilidades los creditos de los personajes, escenarios y lo referente a esta obra son de Gege Akutami y Tatsuki Fujimoto respectivamente

Venom en Chainsaw Man Venom cae cerca de un almacén atraído por los gritos de dolor que vienen de adentro, precensiando como unos zombies arrojan el cadáver de un chico rubio y lo que parece ser un perro naranja al contenedor de basura. Compareciendose y acercándose para ver si aún puede salvarlo, solo para ver cómo el rubio sale del contenedor sin ningún rasguño. Viendolo como alguien interesante Venom decide que él será su próximo huésped. Es mi primer historia 🙂🙂

Yuji Itadori (Módulo) en chainsaw man

Our protagonist, Y/N, gets isekai'd to the world of CSM after getting his ass beat by his mentor. Now he needs to find who the hell the Hero of Hell is for his mentor warning: (Manga spoilers)

However ironic it might sound, you have been saved from death, by a demon. OF DEATH. Yes, this is a thing, you forged a contract with the most overpowered devil in existence, however, it seems you're not able to use it's power in full. The reason behind that, you don't know, but that might be able to explain why you had to be involved in such a great, bloody, visceral mess.

Life has a twisted sense of humor, and Kishibe is about to become the punchline. For years, he's lived by a simple code: kill devils, train rookies who'll probably die anyway, and seduce women with practiced ease. Sure, Quanxi never fell for his charms, but who's counting? With a bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other, Kishibe has perfected the art of drowning out the screams, the blood, and the endless parade of corpses that define a Devil Hunter's existence. In his rare moments of silence, though, a question haunts him: What if I'd chosen differently? Then fate answers. A phone call shatters an ordinary afternoon, not a telemarketer, not a wrong number, but a lawyer with impossible news. A woman from his past has died, leaving him something in her will. Kishibe expects nothing more than forgotten trinkets, maybe a dusty painting from a relative he can't recall. When he finds out what is, or more specifically who it is he's shocked to his core. A four-year-old boy clutches a cloud-patterned blanket to his chest, eyes wide and uncertain. The child has his mother's features, yes, but in the curve of his jaw, the set of his eyes, Kishibe sees the unmistakable shadow of himself staring back. Kenji. That's his name. The man who thought he'd die alone, another nameless hunter swallowed by the darkness, now holds the small hand of a son he never knew existed. This child, fragile, innocent, impossibly his, is about to unravel everything Kishibe thought he understood about life, death, and the razor's edge between them. But Kenji won't just change one cynical Devil Hunter's world. He'll change the worlds of many. The world watches. Waits. Wonders whether this boy will become its salvation, or its damnation. Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.

[Book: I, Chainsaw Man] In the echoing expanse, the devil's raspy voice reverberated, proclaiming, "𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙙'𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙚." Y/n, exhausted from a relentless battle, gasped for air, hands resting on his knees as he recovered. However, a faint chuckle escaped him in response to the devil's declaration. "God wanted me dead," he uttered, placing his hands on his lower back. Drawing in a deep breath, he locked eyes with the disfigured devil, a smile slowly materializing on his lips. "𝙉𝙤𝙬, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙮."