#rudbornn

[thebiggestwheel]

Bleach Volume 39.5 - "El Matador"

I edited a fanart of Rudbornn from an artist "EmilieInk" into a Volume Cover for a story I wrote (I usually use Manga panels/covers but I couldn't find a HQ one). The Volumeis about Renji fighting Rudbornn during the Hueco Mundo battle and it takes place between Volume 39 and 40.

You can read more about it here > "Renji Deserves More W's"

[rharyx]

BLEACH: Can't Fear Your Own World (fandub)

Chapters 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 (All of Volume 1)

Chapter 6 - 10

Chapter 11 - 14

Chapter 15 - 18

Chapter 19 - 22

Chapter 23 - 26

[bleach-smashorpass]

Seireitei Smashability Showdown: Round 1, Match 37

[doomxdriven]

"I am Rudbornn, Captain of the Exequias, and I have come for your life."

[grimmjowjaegerjaquez]

felt the urge to draw this guy and design a post-aizen outfit for him

[visored-hazard]

Flowers for monsters... pt 2

pt1 

[fuckyeahanimebirthdays]

Rudbornn Chelute (Bleach)  » January 8

[deathlesssness]

very nice looking if i do say so myself (i say so)

[solitariusdeluna]

Former Espada living under the radar. Even with his immense reiatsu, he still managed to remain inconspicuous.

[lunarscaled]

"Greetings," Rudbornn says in a calm, cordial manner, upon approaching Lyric, "it is my understanding that these belong to you; please accept their return."

Rudbornn snaps his fingers, with one of his Calaveras flashing into view shortly after. In that silent soldiers hands is a large section of white scales, glittering, beautiful, and pristine, matching those still attached to Lyric. The Calavera then bows its head, and offers the scales up to Lyric, with both they, and Rudbornn, quietly awaiting a response.

-> This is the second arrancar they have met whose face they cannot see, now. Lyric wonders if there is some purpose behind it: anonymity or security or perhaps they have none at all, unlike most of the Espada they have met. Regardless of the reason, even when they cannot see his face Lyric does not sense malice in the approach of the other ( that's no reason not to be cautious, they think Ulquiorra would say to them in his droning, flat tone. it would be undercut by the most subtle strain of a parent trying to keep a child from sticking a fork in a light socket. he's wary of others, not of what Lyric may get themselves into ), so they turn to him from where they stand in some facsimile of a zen garden on a flat stone. Winds have flattened out all the concentric circles that may have decorated stones and dry trees, but at least it was some moderate change of pace and scenery. There were only so many places they were allowed to go without being chaperoned, after all.

"... have we met?"

-> Lyric's voice, too, is cordial and calm. His gentle approach has roused no fear in them; their posture jerks and twitches slightly at the sudden appearance of another from nothing ( where did it come from? was it always there? was it apart of him? was it another arrancar? was he an Espada?) , and they hold their body stiff for a beat before their eyes shift from cattle skull to outstretched hands draped with a piece of clean fabric. Lyric's opalescent scales are contained within, their clean white color glittering with flecks of jeweled iridescence in a rainbow of colors, perhaps the most this desert has seen. Most are no bigger than Lyric's own thumb, but some were larger and jagged at the edges, where they came off their shoulders or jaw. Lyric has to wonder how or where the arrancar could have found these——the only place they could think they may have shed or lost some other than when escaping a Hollow ( or the 5th Espada, chasing them around just to watch them scramble ) is... ...

... It's better not to think of that man or his lab, anymore. They assume that is where he found these: somewhere in the abandoned wreckage.

"... they are. Thank you."

-> Lyric carefully takes the pile of scales and the little fabric beneath them into their own. hands and closes their palms around them gently. There was no reason to keep them, really, beyond some old witch's superstition about giving pieces of your body to another. They suppose they could keep them in their room, for now. Maybe they would be valuable to analyze in some way, for Wing Bind, or the 12th Division. ——Lyric turns their body and head towards Rudbornn more fully and gently inclines it & their torso forward in a polite partial bow. When they raise their head again they take in the proud horns of his skull and all the clean, defined lines that define the features down to the high collar of his uniform. They lift their head a little more to look up at him; a shimmer colors the vivid orange of their iris, wide eyes fascinated by the kindness and the new stranger before then. ( they think about a fairytale balanced on their knees in Ulquiorra's library: in a hazy dream garden, knowing he is asleep, the prince spots the cursed princess beneath a canopy of roses. and in a moment I am taken instantly. )

"Where did you find them?"

[sabotcur]

"Well, you coulda fooled me." Sebastian offered a shrug, his third hand following with the same motion, though still notably held that of a shotgun. Smoke rose from the barrel, though he did not aim to shoot the arrancar again. "I warned you once; it's all you get. You're lucky I haven't thrown you out of here by your throat!"

A disgruntled groan leaves his mouth as he tucks the firearm away, hidden for another time. While he was not exactly pleased with the figure in front of him, he couldn't very well actually make good on the threat either.

Not when deals could be made, advantages carved for later freedoms.

"But," Sebastian speaks, the annoyance still edging his tone but not as it was before, "I can overlook it just this once. No harm, no foul." He folds his hands, then his third arm hangs to the side just in case he would need to draw a weapon again. "I'm a forgiving guy, you see. And a good friend too, if you need one. Of course, all within reason. A you scratch my back, I scratch yours kinda of thing, you get it?"

After all, a good diet of info from the inside was always a treat. Sebastian, in turn, could offer supplies found within the wastes of Las Noches whenever he was needed. For an aquatic arrancar, he could go to places no one else would be able to manage.

And what was the harm in making more friends?

"It's up to you of course," he purrs leaving all hint of prior aggression behind them. Serpentine body sways slightly as he leans forward and towers over the other before he finishes, "I understand if things like this aren't up to par for one such as yourself." // continued from

[idontthinkimokaymentally]

Hello there Rudbornn Chelute fans.

[rharyx]

BLEACH: Can't Fear Your Own World - Episode 3 (fandub)

[bleach-smashorpass]

Seireitei Smashability Showdown: (Loser's) Round 2, Match 139

[doomxdriven]

// @lunarscaled, continued from x

"We have not met before, no, " Rudbornn initially replies in the same cordial fashion, holding back the idea to say, however, that he had watched Lyric for some time now, ever since they had entered Hueco Mundo, and through all of their ambling here in Las Noches with the other Arrancar-- the mundane, the catastrophic, and almost everything in-between, Rudbornn had witnessed Lyric trudge through it.

Rudbornn knew that admitting to such things, admitting to this watchful eye of his-- even if it was his job to keep track of the happenings and individuals here within Las Noches and beyond-- could easily paint him in a dastardly light, a light he didn't wish for Lyric to know him in (not now, not ever perhaps), so he doesn't let it slip, he merely continues on, nodding his head after Lyric took hold of the scales presented.

"They were scattered outside the domain of Master Gilga," Rudbornn says as they met Lyric's gaze, and while they likely wouldn't see it from behind his helmet, his hazel eyes stare back at them intently. Rudbornn does not himself bow in return to Lyric after their rise, but sees to it that his Calavera did, the smaller skull-esque figure bowing to Lyric deeply, reverently, in a manner Rudbornn himself often did before the Espada or those otherwise above him.

"I assumed those mask fragments were lost during the… incident, that occurred between you two, days ago; it looked to be an incredibly rough ordeal. What a miracle it is, that you did not lose anything more crucial."

Rudbornn likened Lyric's scales to the masks of Hollows and Arrancar but in truth he was aware that wasn't the case-- whatever Lyric was precisely, he didn't know, but they were close enough to an Arrancar or Hollow if nothing else.

"My name is Rudbornn, I feel I should say; I am Captain of the Exequias, and Guardian of Las Noches," Rudbornn says in an attempt to not dwell on the subject of Lyric's most recent and painful experience, but also because he simply wanted to introduce himself.

"Lyric is what the others call you, I believe? Unless there is another name or title you prefer I use instead?" 

[grimmjowjaegerjaquez]

when youre trying to live alone out in your field lab but then these two yahoos follow you out there and now they wont leave????