— ⛧ 〈 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. ❞ //


etiustitiam:

(  ジャスティス  )

         Ulquiorra seemed like the BEST CHOICE. He was someone who did not ask any questions, who executed his duties and chores like he was told. A bit of NOSTALGIA for Kaname, as he’d have loved having one in his squad who acted just like that when he was still a captain of the Gotei 13.

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We’ll be going right away. Anything you need to take with you, Ulquiorra?” The voice was calm and the excitement not yet significantly high. The blind was a calm man by nature and so was ULQUIORRA. The perfect partner for him to do that mission. If not, let’s go.”

                                               ⟨

empty, tranquil orbs glanced in the direction of the former Taichou —
such a difference in personality the sightless male had compared to his other two superiors; Ulquiorra could find his solemn expression relatable in a way like no other.

it was never his place to question his creator, nor his loyal subordinates,
but he knew Aizen’s serene composure was nothing more than a display.
yet — standing a mere few feet away from his other superior,
he could sense something in Tousen’s aura, something different.

pulled from his thoughts, a shake of his head expressed himself in a subtle manor.
compared to other missions he had been assigned,
this one would be the easiest and most successful —
no pestering or distractions to make him lose focus on what needed to be done.

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                 ❝ let us depart then, i have all that i need;
                                  — no sense in wasting any time. ❞

           

iyashihime:

              @comawhxte liked for a starter

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⊱  

            hazel hues looked over at the door once it was open, seeing the espasa was ‘taking care’ of her. & just right after she had finished the meal he brought earlier. honestly, she had no appetite, but she didn’t want his threat from before – being carried out if he came back to the plate still full. she didn’t know what to say to him, & honestly, she didn’t want a chat with him. so her tired eyes with bags under them, looked back out the only opening her room had. the small window that lighten the room.

slow and calm footsteps patted along the porcelain tiles of las noches’ palace floor,
his hourly intervals nearing — their last encounter had taken an unexpected turn from their usual routine. he’d never taken the female to be the spontaneous type,
or rather the aggressive type if pushed too far.

per usual, he’d slowly open the door unannounced,
to at least give her a slight warning he was approaching her confines.
emotionless emerald eyes glanced around the room,
catching sight of the girl simply watching the synthetic moonlight that illuminated a single part of her cell.
behind him followed a nameless servant of aizen’s endless army,
in charge of both bringing and returning the meals the girl was forced to consume,
lest he take greater measures to make her eat.

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                  ❝ ——it is to be understood that aizen - sama orders me to observe your status.
                                       you are of absolutely no use to him if your health becomes an issue. ❞

           

blackcuttingmoon:

Starter for @comawhxte

The sudden reiatsu took him by surprise. Ichigo raised from his bed, his eyes widening in alarm, as he felt the increasing pressure in the ambient. Perfect. He hadn’t even had time for fully recovering after Grimmjow’s beating and there, those arrancar once again. Because he knew that spiritual power wasn’t coming from a current hollow, not even a Menos. The way he was left out of breath… Perhaps Grimmjow again? He couldn’t discern it because of the distance and since he still sucked at sensing reiatsu. The boy cursed loudly. He hadn’t been able to fully control his mask yet, but he couldn’t ignore that presence for his own safety. Not even doubting it for a second more, he left his human body on his bed and turned into his shinigami form. He took a couple of minutes to locate the source of the power. It wasn’t the person he expected, but he couldn’t feel relief. All the opposite.

“You’re Ulquiorra. Aren’t you?” Ichigo asked in a wary demeanor, keeping his sword in a guarding, but not aggressive stance. Since the moment he had laid eyes on him, he had sensed that he was powerful. A lot. And his calm expression wasn’t really soothing. All the opposite, he considered it a show of his confidence towards his abilities. And much to his disgrace, he wasn’t feeling the same about himself. “What are you doing here?” 

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a tear in the garganta,  separating hueco mundo from the human world,
allowed the slim figured espada to step-foot on organic ground.
emerald eyes scanned his whereabouts, noting the liveliness of his surroundings —
plants thriving with life and lush greenery, quite the contrast to the man-made world the arrancar call home ;
filled with pure synthetic life, such as his own.
similar to the humans unconscious on the ground due to his very presence,
his reiatsu simply too powerful for any mere being to withstand.

aizen sent him alone on his mission to collect information on the shinigami daikō,
stating his peaked interest in the younger’s specific powers.
slim ivory fingers slipped into the pure white fabric of his hakama,
he pondered for a moment on his assignment’s strength
before a surge of expected reiatsu flowed along with the figure he’d come for.
his composure hadn’t faltered as the shinigami approached him,
rather a slight surprise catching his attention as the male called his name.
vivid eyes glanced in the direction of the voice,
not filled with threat — but something. .slightly indescribable.

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                 ❝ indeed.
                 and you — kurosaki ichigo,
                 i am under aizen - sama’s orders to inspect you.
                 for some reason beyond my comprehension,
                 he’s taken interest in your odd powers,
                 as they are of a level not even He’s ever seen.

                 but you give this sense of insecurity —
                 surely aizen - sama’s made a mistake in choosing you. ❞

           

toshield:

↪  @comawhxte  ; 

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     ❛  you don’t have to keep CHECKING IN on me…      -   i ate like you ordered.  ❜

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                 — ⛧ ❝ i’m simply following Aizen - sama’s orders,
                                       to keep a careful e y e on you, — woman. ❞

           
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