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Waiting for yachiru and ken chan to fuck shit up

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Is it just me or is it like mega awkward that hes telling yachiru that hes hard.

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(508): Are u alive? If you are, u deserve an award.

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I drew yachiru cause I love her so much

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kenpachi doodle

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me 2 kenpachi me 2

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Kenpachi and Yachiru

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Half finished re draw

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I love your bleach stuff. If its not to much to ask can you draw something with Kenpachi ? just a little doodle or something cute with yachiru

thank you!!! lol idk if this is what you had in mind but i hope you enjoy it uwu

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My lord and savior Kenpachi zaraki

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coincidence ? I think not

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should i draw some kenuno nsfw ?

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Whose legs are weapons of mass destruction?

The short answer would be doflamingo

(My bff answered this question for me the runner of ask-doflamingo. she just got this wonderful idea of comparing legs with doflamingo and this happened. Line art hers coloring mine)

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“Bastard ran away again today.”

fic writen by kenpachi

illustation by ask-kenuno mun

He winces as she puts the disinfectant on his fresh cuts. Normally he didn’t mind pain, but this was different. Not like the bruises that left you giddy and lightheaded, or the cuts that seared and flared. This was a sting, a dull ache, like a hangover after a long night of drinking. He wonders why she keeps fussing over them anyway, they’re just a few scrapes he got when he ran head-first into a dumpster. Nothing serious.

Ichigo was a slippery son of a bitch. Whenever he tried to talk to him, he just started running away. Bastard was playing hide-and-seek with him almost every day now, and if Kenpachi ever wound up getting close to catching up with him and telling him the truth, he’d wind up getting stopped or winded or hurt, like this last encounter, and he’d have to give up the chase. No matter how many times he tried to tell Ichigo to stop, to wait, or to just let him speak, he always fucking ran and got away.

No, don’t get too angry. After all, the guy did give you the best fight of your life, and you love him for that, so you can’t stay mad at that red-headed punk.

Unohana finished putting the bandages on him. He’s thankful she’s doing this; piecing him together after the scrapes and scrambles of his life in the Yakuza. Thank fuck his team had ties to the hospitals, or he’d have medical bills coming out his ass for the rest of his life. She treated him good, and as much as he felt like he owed her, she always brushed it off with a smile.

She ties off the final bandage and steps back to see if there’s anything else she needs to attend to. When she’s satisfied, she speaks.

“You’re quite enthusiastic about this boy, Zaraki-san.”

He never much liked honorifics. Made everything formal and weird, like there was some sort of barrier that kept people from being, well, real people. Still, he ain’t gonna stop her from using ‘em. As nice as she was, she was a real stickler for routine and politeness. “Well, why wouldn’t I be? He was fun. Can you blame me for wanting more?” “No, I suppose not.” He rolls his shoulder to get the ache out of it, and stands up from the examination table. Unohana hands him his jacket, and Kenpachi takes it from her with a muffled “Thank you”. Before he leaves, he decides to ask her something. “Hey… You think you could help me out? I mean, I must be doin’

something

wrong if he keeps runnin’ away from me all the time. Do you think you could give me some tips?“ She’s quiet for a bit, but replies soon enough. “Yes, I suppose I could. How are you trying to win over this boy, Zaraki-san?” Kenpachi shrugged. “Same way I met him. By fighting him. I mean, it’s what was so fun about him in the first place, so I figured he’d like more of it…" She frowned in concern. “That’s not exactly the quickest way to a person’s heart… It sounds to me like you’re scaring him.“ Kenpachi raises an eyebrow in bewilderment. “Wait, yer sayin’ he doesn’t like fightin’? Well he was too damn good at it to hate it! Made me hurt so good when he stabbed me too…” He thought his senses might be fucking with him, but he swore he could see a nostalgic look in the older woman’s eyes, like she was reminiscing over some of her fondest memories. Considering the context, this raised a few questions, and Kenpachi decided to ask one of them. “You ever felt like that?“ She’s abruptly jolted out of that trancelike state, and she pauses for a while, unsure of whether or not to tell him the answer. After a slight sigh, she spoke. “Yes, I have. Pain is an interesting sensation, and now that I help ease it in other people, I can’t help but look back on when I enjoyed it from a loved one.” Kenpachi’s stunned for a little bit. Of all the people who shared that kind of love for pain, he wouldn’t have expected the kind, polite, motherly Retsu Unohana to be one of them. He’s gotta know more about this. “So, what did you do to let them know you wanted ‘em to fight you again?“ “I didn’t.” Kenpachi’s face fell. Shit, must have brought up some bad memories… If she never told that person how she felt, she had to regret it like hell. Physical pain, that was something he could deal with, it was what he liked. The other kind of pain, pain that hits you right in the gut and head at the same time and doesn’t even leave a bruise… That was the kind of pain he hated. He’d hate to have to brought up that kind of pain for her… “…Oh. Sorry.“ “No need to be, Zaraki-san. As much as I regret not telling them, I still have the memories of that pain, and it’s enough for me.” Kenpachi doesn’t say anything for a little while to let her words sink in before standing up and throwing his jacket over his shoulders. “…Ok. Thanks for patchin’ me up, and for tellin’ me that.“ She didn’t really answer his question, but he’d rather not push any further on the subject, so he might as well bail. She didn’t deserve to be pestered like that, not after all she did for him. “Any time, Zaraki-san.” He opens the door and makes his way down the hallways of the hospital. Unohana smiles as she watches him leave. Well, that almost counted as telling Zaraki, right? She couldn’t let him know anyway; he’s too young for her. Yet every time she saw him, she aches for a fight he doesn’t even remember… It was the burden of having nothing but memories and scars be all that was left of that encounter. You always wanted more.

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yeah you guys see where im going with this

I have a huge problem for the kenpachi yakuza au

long flowing hair or buzz cut

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I have a huge problem for the kenpachi yakuza au

long flowing hair or buzz cut