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I have entered the world of film cell and memrobillia collecting

This will be dangerous for my wallet 😂

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Doing all the ground work for a cosplay then to realise it won't work and have to go back to square one be like : 😑

Friendship with neck pillow has ended. Cardboard and foam are my friends now 😂😭

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I'm him I guess xD

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Rewatching bleach... again!

Got to say of all the fillers, ep 263 is still my favourite.

It got me thinking that Ashisogi Jizou really is the little non verbal autistic child, trying his hardest to make friends and bond over his current hyperfixation, bananas, that then ends up having an anxiety attack and a complete, bankai-shaped meltdown.

What does that tell us about Mayuri? 👀

I also love that Kurotsuchi really has cameras all over ther Sereitei, and that he threatens to release footage of Renji's "private moments" if he doesn't rebuild the SRDI quickly enough, lmfao

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You know the one thing that gets me outta my exile, right, frens?

Exactly.

Right now I am suffering from Flu, so not in my best days... But.

BUT

I bring the best tidings!!

BEHOLD. HE IS FINALLY HERE!!

Wel not now...on the 31st, but even so.

HE

IS

SO

Beautiful!!!!

I respect everyone that is saving for summer or the 10th anniversary but...

THIS IS IT. THIS IS MY MOMENT AND THIS IS WHY I PLAY THIS GAME AND NOTHING ELSE. Everything, every stone, goes to him! Take it Mayuri, take it, take my soul too if you must!

Also, Hitsugaya... I love you man, but please, please, please, don't come @ me five times like you did in your last banner, I beg of you.

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-🦆

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Sketch dump

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his lightbulb/sunflower look has grown on me but I still hold that his stupid hat from the beginning of the series is the best

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Mayuri with long hair.

That's it that's the post

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And let me tell ya, I sure love them both

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Spoiler

✨Being sick sucks✨

I understand you Jizo

You look how I feel 😂

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😬🙄

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😼🪚

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Sorry Part 2 is taking some time. I want to make it the best it can be

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He DOES have games on his puter. He’s not busy at all…lol

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Después de media hora meditando si debía o no hacerlo.

Aquí está y aún me faltaron escritos, dibujos y demás:"U

Pero lo importante es que pude hacer un breve resumen de este evento tan bonito, ✋🧐

Agradecido con todos ustedes por su participación y dejarme ver qué no estoy solo en este amor tan grande que le tengo al personaje.

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KurotsuchiWeek2025 Day 7: Birthday/Single Father/Project Nemuri

Part 1

Mayuri woke up to the sounds of birds, running a tanned hand through his hair. It was that time of the year again, adding another notch to his belt.

The years seemed to be passing faster every year, leading the great scientist to wonder if he could somehow slow it down.

Time has begun passing him by since that day, the day he held a tiny infant in his arms. The day he saw her swaddled in a cotton blue blanket, the day she opened her eyes.

Nemu, his daughter and his dream.

As he watched her grow the sands of time slipped away, opening his eyes and wondering how long it would be before this day was upon them again next year.

Their birthday.

Mayuri didn't really celebrate such trivial life events, why do so when you live forever?

This year felt different though, perhaps attributed to this being a considerable milestone of Nemu's life.

She would be twenty, or at least what humans considered to be. Reapers aged much slower then humans, making every ten of their years one hundred for beings such as them.

According to Ichigo Kurosaki this was a time to be celebrated, in his world anyway and while Mayuri had never indulged in such foolish customs before he felt that here he could make an exception. He rationalised it as a reward for all her growth, after all it was her mission and so far she had been a resounding success.

Standing from his futon and removing his bobble nightcap from atop a hill of messy blue hair the scientist wonders what would be an appropriate measure, looking at the modern coffee machine his daughter had bought him as an early birthday present a week prior.

She knew his tastes well, as he expected her to yet his thoughts became more blank then paper upon trying to reciprocate.

Nemu had grown so much he had no godly idea what to even present to her as a gift, tapping the side of his head in deep thought.

Mayuri had never expected his dream to grow so large, so outstanding, that even he couldn't understand it.

Yet it was fitting, one not usually knowing their dreams once awoken.

Right now he didn't entirely understand Nemu, never having experience in fatherhood before.

For the first time in his life he didn't have the answer.

Sunlight gleamed directly onto his uniform, neatly hung onto the wall to keep it aired, a stark reminder of his position.

With a drawn out sigh the small captain grabs an english muffin from his pantry, putting it into his mouth and turning to his table mirror.

Makeup always took the longest in the morning, yet finding it thereputic and relaxing. Mayuri would watch as the brush stroked along his prestine pours, each movement sculpting him into his best self. It was enthralling to see himself come together every day, becoming the true and unfiltered person he knew he could be.

It was enchanting, finding himself getting lost in the bush movements and smearing of the paint, tactfully painting around the muffin he had tasked himself with eating during his routine.

He had practiced many cold and dark nights, learning from his mistakes and evolving his craft, much like Nemu herself was ever evolving.

Finishing the job he smiles to his reflection, having not spilled a single crumb nor ruining his makeup doing so.

Mayuri covered his now free plump lips in the appropriate lipstick, a gift from Zaraki. At first he thought the gift to be an insult, a jab at his pride. After all, why should he wear makeup? He had gotten by wonderfully with standard paints for over one hundred years. However begrudgingly eventually finding more usefulness then he cared to admit out of the item, using it every day and renewing up when he depleted his stocks.

The floors began to creak underfoot as Mayuri turned to face his uniform, his legecy. It was an item of upmost importance to him. It was his very life, holding it gently in his painted yet sealed hands.

Scars adorned his chest and arms, looking like he had almost been stitched together. Burns and bruises made certain patches of paint lighter, needing more coverage.

A jingle resonates through the empty and isolated room, zip atop Mayuri's chest moving with him as he prepared for the day ahead. He grasps it gently in his hands before tieing his shirt closed, remembering when he installed such a feature to his body, a smirk waving over pale lips.

He remembered it like it was yesterday, installing a quick way into his innards in case of emergency or potential further modifications to his already highly advanced body. It sent pleasant shivers up his spine, shaking as he tied the sash around his slender waist.

On a day like today all he wished for were those euphoric times to come back to him, remind him why life was worth living in the first place.

He had Nemu now, a lab, specimens and chemicals as far as the eye could see.

He would never thank Urahara for anything but even he knows being freed was the best decision that was ever made. He got points for that at least, bringing Kisuke Urahara up from a 0 to a 0.000001.

Draping his Haori over his shoulders and his golden mane atop his head, Mayuri makes his way pridefully out of his personal chambers, making his way to the only other he considered a single father like himself.

Kenpachi Zaraki.

As far as younger reapers were concerned numbers were few, Mayuri himself knowing he wasn't exactly young anymore.

He would never call himself old, considering himself far from that title yet, but he found his information on the younger of his kind sorely lacking.

Rangiku may have acted young but her looks were slowly fading and her intentions somewhat vien.

Hitsugaya was younger but held the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Momo was forever healing and Mayuri wasn't a monster enough to bother her at such a time.

Yachiru however was a free spirit. That is at least what Zaraki called her, Mayuri calling her proof that gremlins did indeed exist and not just some old folk tale.

He tried to gather his thoughts during his saunter over to the neighbouring company, wind silently breathing on his skin and causing his oversized uniform to ruffle and shake.

He didn't even know where to begin, what questions to ask. Mayuri laid his hand on his chin as he thought, eyes narrow and pointing downwards.

He hated to rely on others, find it that be a weakness of his. Mayuri had always been independent, doing every little task himself and unable to even recall the last time he asked for assistance.

He wasn't sure if he ever had, tutting at himself for stooping so low. He was Mayuri Kurotsuchi, the smartest soul around, capable of making a soul from the very air around him. He was a genius yet found this particular situation behooved him, a unknown feeling deep in his darkest core saying he had to get this right.

Something inside him told him this was important, an intuition that wasn't his regular. It was like a part of his brain had unlocked, found a key it had been missing all this time.

He wondered if his heart led the way, the idea seeming utterly foolish.

He felt this the day Nemu was born, yet not as strong as today.

Was she the cause?

He soon found himself at Zaraki's door, tapping gently to alert the barbarian he did indeed have a guest waiting for him, finding all that awaited him was silence.

Mayuri soon starts gritting his teeth in annoyance, polite knocks becoming more akin to a debt collector who had a score to settle.

"Zaraki open up! I swear to god if you don't I'm going to skin you alive!"

Thr door finally opens after a few moments, Mayuri seemingly huffing from the exhaustion he just put his voice through.

It wasn't Zaraki.

Yachiru stood before him, as minute as ever and wearing a simple pink kimono. Her smile was beaming and bright, her eyes matching with a similar luminous look to them.

"Mayurin! Hi!"

Mayuri starts backing up as she begins to jump in place excitedly, pulling him deeper into the dimness of Zaraki's quarters. There he sat on his futon with a smile wide and mischievous.

Captain Kenpachi Zaraki had yet to dress for the day, making Mayuri's heart jump a few beats. At least he thought it was his heart, not really knowing due to all of the experiments. Mayuri gulps, unable to stop staring at the beauty that was the large cut adorning the taller captain's flesh.

His throat suddenly felt dry, his skin hot.

The scientist shook his head, focusing back on the task at hand.

Nemu.

As far as Mayuri was concerned this birthday was for her and her alone, a true celebration and testament to how much she had grown. A sense of pride bubbled from deep down, quickly thwarted by a deep and broading voice speaking from on high.

"So Kurotsuchi, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

Part 2 coming tomorrow