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sembaze · 7 months
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criminal-sen · 1 month
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they're just having fun (kenpachi has been reported MIA, a search has been initiated) :3
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basilsimp43 · 26 days
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Kenpachi: You remind me of the ocean.
Mayuri: Because I'm deep and mysterious?
Kenpachi: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.
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zmeitsssa · 9 days
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srtruth · 16 days
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Kenpachi the only yarrow among thistles.
I've been writing a fic called "Be Careful with Thistles" and this is an illustration I'd like to add.
PS: I don't have the patience to make background.
PS2: I don't know what I was thinking when I did this... Probably Zaraki's tits.
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raberris · 9 months
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Today I have Mayuri in the fire nation clothes…
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And Zaraki earth mage 😩
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outlanderalien · 1 year
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I think they should gay kiss.
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vampire-princex · 3 months
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Here.
Have Mayuri getting pleasured by a certain someone (everyone who knows me knows who it is lmao) in cow lingerie 🐮 I've been trying to finish this for a while lmao. It was fun if not frustrating since I never draw nsft stuff on the daily. I should draw him in lingerie more
You can see the uncensored on my cohost if you want
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missingmayuri · 9 months
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Love Stronger Than Steel
A Victorian Era KenMayu Fic
Inspired by this wonderful art by @criminal-sen
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Mayuri wandered through his garden of roses, displayed around beautiful sculpted hedges and oak trees. His heels clinked on the floor, tailcoat swaying in the wind with every step he took as he fans himself to cool down from the intense summer heat.
He sighs deeply and thoughtfully, twirling his free hand through the white wig that sat atop his long and luxurious blue hair.
His heart had been forlorn for some time, wandering in a deep dark prison and unable to tell if his love was even reciprocated or being led down into a deep dark dungeon of pain and misery. Mayuri Kurotsuchi, nobleman of the twelfth company was for once lost in his own thoughts.
It had been fourteen moons since he met the blacksmith and his partner baker, a young girl with a passion for sweets. Both were incredibly care free, not really taking their jobs or lives seriously. Originally he thought the behaviour of both parties childish and immature, far beneath a wealthy noble like him. Yet he found himself coming back.
First once every seven moons, then every four and now every two, his heart skipping in his chest each time he layed eyes on the glistening tanned skin of blacksmith Zaraki at work.
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He couldn't keep his golden eyes off the fire the larger man worked with, how it made him shine in the dim room he worked in. He couldn't stop looking at the way Zaraki pounded the metal into shape, the hammer in his worn hands insanely powerful behind the might of his muscles. At first Mayuri thought it a mere interest in the craft, a appreciation for the amount of care the larger man seemed to have despite his laid back nature but as of late he found himself closing his eyes at night, mind drifting to the man below his station and wondering if there was more to this feeling then he first thought.
Pondering the thought again had Mayuri stopping in his tracks, looking up to the clouds. It was a glorious day, warm and dry enough for a walk into town. Judging the weather from the clouds was always unpredictable and usually ill advised so he decided it best to take his umbrella for shade regardless, his wig being far too expensive to replace if soiled by sudden rainwater.
He walks to the large silver gates in front of his home with a sudden heavy chest that he was sure wasn't caused by the tight corset he was wearing, grabbing an umbrella as he passed by the front of his home. He wouldn't tell anyone he was leaving today, most other nobles of the other companies mocking him for his repeated visits to the man he wondered if his heart longed for. It had become a rather unpleasant exchange most days, all commenting on his repeated trips. All apart from Shinji Hirako.
Shinji was a nobleman such as he but one more accepting then the rest, once giving the twelfth noble a bunch of expensive lavender to give to Zaraki as a gift. He ended up not accepting though, at that point still in denial and not wanting to offend the blacksmith. Maybe this whole time Shinji knew Mayuri's heart more then he did himself.
He continued to walk through the cobble lined streets of the Soul Society, passing by rows of oil lamps and covered by the shade of his umbrella.
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The walk seemed longer left alone with his thoughts but deep down Mayuri knew he needed to sort his affairs, even if he was seen as off one's chump for doing so. He just had to know.
He had to.
Mayuri passed by many building before he reached the town on the Soul Society's outskirts, accompanied still by the familiar clanking of his heels. These buildings were more run down. Not falling apart but smaller and less kept then his mansion and every building he lived around and had come to know in his everyday. At this point he knew each one by the crack in the stone, able to find the blacksmith and baker with ease as he enters without a smile and a worried lower brow.
The bell rings, causing Zaraki to turn and face the noble with a painted face.
"Hey Mr Kurotsuchi. That time for ya to visit me again?"
Mayuri doesn't answer, putting down his umbrella to avoid superstition and looking over the beautifully crafted swords. He was cursing himself in his mind, not thinking this far ahead. Mayuri was a genius commander, never had his troops failed thanks to his strategy and brilliant mind yet right now he found himself stuck on how to proceed, damming the beautiful sweaty man in front of him for clouding both is judgement, assessment and thoughts on the situation. He contemplated leaving, fanning himself to look busy as every possible scenario and option ran through his mind, a scowl on those dark lips of his.
"Oh. My work not to ya liking?"
Snapping from his thoughts quickly Mayuri looks over to Zaraki, slight redness to the white part of his painted face.
"No no sir. Your wares are fine, blinding even"
The comment has Zaraki suddenly smirking, leaning against the wooden table as the apron that laid over his shirtless torso caused Mayuri to cover his rapidly heating cheeks with his fan.
"Say. How about ya help me with this order for horseshoes I got this morn?"
"Why would I..?"
"Unless it's beneath you"
Feeling a bubbling anger deep in his core at the insinuation has Mayuri throwing down the fan and removing his tailcoat, the emotion clearly visible all over his face and in his eyes.
"How dare you?! Nothing is beneath me!"
Making his way past Zaraki and to the steel table has Mayuri finding his words spoke louder then his actions, not knowing what he even had to do. His hands shook in frustration, knowing how stupid he looked to the blacksmith and wondering if his brashness tarnished his image.
Zaraki lets out an amused hearty laugh that echoed off the stone walls, coming to stand behind the smaller man and grabbing his hands from around his waist. Mayuri was stunned, unable to move and letting the blacksmith have complete control.
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"Like this"
The towering worker hovers the smaller and softer hands over the tools, picking up a dainty hammer as together they begin to straighten out the metal of the shoes.
The feeling was there again in Mayuri's chest and it was definitely not his corset. He couldn't breathe but it was pleasant. He knew he wasn't going to keel over but it was a thrill that had him gasping for breath a couple times as Zaraki leans his head on his shoulder and close to his neck to be closer to his work.
The tightening in the nobleman's chest was getting far too much, unable to hold things back any longer, turning to the man behind him and kissing him deeply without so much as a thought, almost like being on autopilot. Hands ran down the back of Zaraki's apron while the larger hands gravitated to Mayuri's slender hips. Even if they wanted to part they couldn't, closing their eyes and falling onto the floor as things quickly became more intense.
This felt right and despite his reservations and the difference in class Mayuri, for once in his life, was content and happy and as hands wandered over bodies he found himself smiling genuinely for the first time in years.
Thank you Sen for your amazing art and inspiring this story 💖
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crawling-in-the-dirt · 9 months
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I can't help thinking that Kurotsuchi would be great at games, especially fightings or MOBA, where you should press many buttons and think hard and quick, you know XD
And I can't help thinking that Zaraki would be MAD and JEALOUS. How on earth does this lab nerd win each match with such ease, his face doesn't even twitch while he, Zaraki, sweats trying to do all the combos and kites right??
Until playing with Mayuri, Zaraki considered himself the best player in soul society, I assure you.
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sembaze · 8 months
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criminal-sen · 5 months
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idk lol
Edit: forgot to mention comms are still open (more info in my pinned)<3<3
Also I fixed Kenpachi's head (forehead was way too fucking big and it was driving me NUTS all day at work seeing it yet being unable to fix it)
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basilsimp43 · 1 month
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Kenpachi: *Gets down on one knee*
Mayuri: Oh my god, it’s finally happening.
Kenpachi: *Falls over*
Mayuri: The poison is kicking in.
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If I was an artist...
I wouldn't even be able to draw my ship in that new Barbie meme.
They would both be Ken.
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srtruth · 19 days
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I urgently need more kenmayu fanfiction 🤧🤧
I've been thinking about a mermaid and mermen au, I love mermen 🧜‍♂️
The synopsis would be something like this:
Mayuri was the doctor of a pirate crew. Their ship sinks due to the curse of the mermaids, since they captured a mermaid on one of their voyages (Zaraki is the merman, I still have to think which fish)
He feels bad for the creature who saved them and sets out on a journey to return him to where he was kidnapped.
Are his intentions really good? Or is he simply an opportunistic doctor?
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raberris · 9 months
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Pack of sketches for a friend!
Ugh I’m obsessed by them😩 literally can’t think about anything else
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