Demon Captain

Kenpachi Zaraki from Bleach | Penned by Mags | Multifandom and OC friendly

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MOM HOLY FUCK. I THINK I’M FEELING THE BIG BOYS MUSE AGAIN.

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     Finding a place among strangers wasn’t easy. Matsumoto knew it from experience. She always felt like she either was too feral to deal with most people or situations or that she was just one of those people who had to put on a facade to deal with most people. There were too many inbetweens. The ginger wonders if he ever had this conversation with someone else. Though, she can certainly vouch that Yumichika probably would’ve understood, in his own way.

❝ ━ Maybe it’s been botherin’ ya for some time. Who knows, but feelin’ out of place is alright. We’re all misfits in our way.  ❞ Some more than others for sure. He exuded a wildness about him that she recognized in herself sometimes.The tigress wonders if he felt comfortable talking about this to her because she seemed unbiased. She was rather easy to talk to, so it wouldn’t be a far cry from the truth.

Smile curved up one corner of her mouth,  ❝ ━ D’ya ever talk about things like this with Yumichika or Ikkaku? ❞

He could not help the small chuckle that rumbled forth at her question. Yumichika would be the only other he would even consider broaching such a subject with. Ikkaku, on the other hand, did not seem to have the head for such musings. That was certainly not a bad thing and something Zaraki considered a point in the officer’s favor.

“Not exactly the kinda topic to come up around those two. Maybe I just wanted an unbiased view. Or maybe yer just unlucky I’m in more of a thinking mood.”

Being a thinking man was not an attribute normally given to Zaraki. He was a brute, there was really no denying that, but he had his odd moments of introspection. Not fitting in anywhere was something that was, generally, somewhere in his mind.

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It’s the lads.

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@insoucicnce​ | X

The demon let out a soft breath at the question the tigress posed at him. It should have been expected that such an odd inquiry would be tossed toward him. He had to admit that many was the occasion he had felt drastically out of place.

Why he suddenly voiced such a question was beyond his introspective ability. As was why he posed it to her. But there was nothing to be gained from silently contemplating those questions, “Never really felt anything but outta place,” he admitted. His arms stretched above his head a moment as his thoughts momentarily danced back to how he quite literally carved out his place among those now meant to be counted as his peers.

“Dunno why it’s on my mind now, though,” he said, his gaze finally shifting to look at Matsumoto properly. “S’pose it’s some kinda comfort knowin it’s not just me.”

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Verse: Sword Demon Of The Sky [GBF]

A wandering warrior ever seeking greater challenges be they man or monster. Why he does this no one, perhaps not even the man himself, can really say. It is simply what drives him and propels him throughout the Skyrealm. Zaraki is undeniably a swordsman of incredible skill and raw power yet relishes even the smallest of confrontations.

In battle, he always puts his life on the line. For in those moments where death is but a moment away is where one can feel truly alive. Those seconds between strokes of the blade that make the blood pound through your veins are the moments he relishes the most. A good fight is all Zaraki seeks and, if he doesn’t have to, he won’t outright kill an opponent who can no longer stand or hold a weapon. Likewise he won’t raise his blade against those simply acting out of desperation or self-defense.

The blade he carries may be chipped and weather-beaten, but it remains deceptively sharp as though tempered constantly by Zaraki’s indomitable will and spirit.

Ever seeking stronger and stronger battles, he adventures across the Sky.

[an-exotic-writer]

five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

"really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

"zero fucks given. next please.”

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Inbox call~

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Verses to add (for now):

Granblue Fantasy

Fate

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“That is definitely swollen.”

“Eh I’ll be fine.” That was in spite of the swollen spot on his head that was definitely a concussion. But Zaraki would never exactly admit when he was hurt, certainly not when it nowhere near life-threatening. “Besides I’m not even bleeding so stop fussing about so damn much.”

But he appreciated the concern. At least somewhat. Even if he would never say that sort of thing directly.

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Internal Injury Starters

“I really don’t think your skin is meant to turn that shade of blue…”

“You’re running a fever, we need to get you help.”

“That’s not a bump… that’s a broken bone.”

“Something bit me and… this isn’t good.”

“What did you eat? When? We need to know to make this better!”

“Just because you aren’t bleeding, doesn’t mean you aren’t hurt!”

“I hate to admit it, but I don’t think I can walk.”

“I can’t feel part of my arm… it’s numb.”

“There isn’t blood, I’m fine.”

“Breathing hurts… it really hurts…”

“Well that’s definitely dislocated.”

“Can you just pop it back in? Yes I’ll be in pain but that just means it worked.”

“Lay down. I’m serious, you can’t stand and it’s not from drinking.”

“Make the room stop spinning and my head stop being in pain.”

“I don’t think I should have eaten that…”

“That is definitely swollen.”

“No, I will get you some ice for that. You say sat down.”

“That’s a limp, and the line I draw. I’m carrying you.”

“You don’t have to… I can… fine, I’m not gonna win this argument.”

“My leg won’t move properly, I only feel prickling numbness.”

“This tightness in my chest won’t go away.”

“Something feels out of place. I can’t tell where.”

“Just because it’s okay on the outside, does not mean it’s okay on the inside!”

“That is not a normal skin colour. What happened?”

“I swear this is why I started carrying oddly specific medicines on me…”

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Inbox call~

[incorrctbleach]

"Introducing a new alignment - Chaotic Lawful. I have a strict moral code but nobody can figure out what the hell it is."

- Kenpachi Zaraki

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Inbox call~

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Inbox call~

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“but did you do it?” ( from rangiku )

“...’Spose I had to, huh? Didn’t have much choice, never do in any fight. Always life or death, right? Haven’t forgotten that, have ya, Matsumoto?”

Zaraki finally turned his head to look at the woman, his thoughts on the matter spent. He was not the kind of man to dwell on past events and rarely liked revisiting them. He would rather keep moving forward while learning from the past, mistakes or otherwise.

[an-exotic-writer]

five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

"just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

"really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

"zero fucks given. next please.”