— ⛧ 〈 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. ❞ //


cxrbstomp screamed:

-Leaves a trail of pomegranate seeds leading to her.; B)


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just kinda. .politely nibbles / devours said pomegranate seeds.
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Dance in the Twilight

lleuae:

@comawhxte

⊰月⊱

Light steps dance across the halls, the maiden having been ‘rescued’ by the one and only lord Aizen. She owed the man much, but unlike others who played to the tune of the puppeteers’ strings, she was clever and well aware of what he desired from her. It was something only she could give; Godhood.

For this was something she already had after all. For now, she plays his intricate chess game and entertains herself however she see’s fit. It’s only proper that a princess does what she wishes no? Spying her favorite of playmates, she leaps down in a graceful pounce. She nearly floats, arms circling his shoulders from behind, his name cooed from her lips with playful mirth. 

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I. Found. You~ Ulqui~

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this experience was like no other — for his creator to take in this female
without word on who, or what, she was, was far beyond his comphrension.
as one of aizen’s most trusted advisories, behind tousen & ichimaru,
he never kept things of this nature hidden from him.
should there be an important task needed to be done,
ulquiorra was always his first choice —
his right hand.

as per usual, he never questioned aizen,
how could he on something that didn’t pertain to him?
yet, he needed not to, the woman feared nothing of the espada,
and it was a pleasant change to say the least.

and now, the lightest touch he’d ever felt,
the female certainly knew how to sneak up on him.
and it always left him on his toes, seeing as she was the mischievous type, he noted.

a porcelain hand lifted to pat upon her arms, circling his boney shoulders.
his fingers cold to the touch, yet she radiated normal warmth.
emerald eyes glanced towards her direction —
already aware of who had called his name in such a way.

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                 ❝ that you did my dear.
                                  now, do tell what you need, — aizen - sama has called