— ⛧ 〈 R E P E N T 〉 //
[⛥]

s i n e m a t i c

indie & semi-selective ulquiorra schiffer.

7+ year experience,
5 months tumblr experience.

dark themes & religious stuff ! //

crossovers encouraged.

tracking: comawhxte.


slightly under co,

screen resolution:
1920 x 1080

devil's night

portrayed by skull.

20 | she/her // he/him.

highly selective
multi-ship for now,
single-ship if i get a partner.

( need some sort of chemistry between muses
& muns before maybe writing nsfw shit tho, )

death march

now playing:
coma white
Marilyn Manson


❝ there's just h a t e
in the hole
where my h e a r t
used to be. ❞ //


despairforme screamed:

✘ = hugging them .


image

. .this couldn’t possibly be happening.
it’s a strange form of attack —— it has to be.
the lanky cinco would never embrace the smaller espada,
. .unless it was to either suffocate or harm him in some manor.

for once, the cuatro actually felt a sting of fear strike his nerves.
he felt like a mere insect caught in the thin, prominent arms of a mantis.

fixing his composure as much as he possibly could, ( given his current situation )
his voice came in a low, vicious tone.


❝ whatever you’re attempting to do, nnoitra;
                                                   i suggest unhanding me so we can at least have a fair fight, ❞