#ulqviorra

[despairforme]

ulquiorra: true despair looks like this (threat) nnoitra: am i a joke to you

[deivorous]

Plotted Starter || For: @ulqviorra​

Grimmjow watches, hidden in the gully between great arcing dunes. His pale skin and bright hair muted and disguised under the heavy back shadow cast by the light sliver of silver moon catching at the crest of the sand.

He’s not yet cold. The air is thick with reiatsu, and the way it settles in the air, wasted and unconsumed, is enough to warm the outer shell of his hierro even when settled in sands that haven’t touched moonlight in centuries. But even if he were, his attention is so fixated on the sight before him that he could never pay attention to such an irrelevant detail as that right now.

The new Cuatro is less than two hundred meters from him, bloodied up to his elbows and cleaving his way through yet another adjuchas. It’s too weak to fight back and it knows it, but this one has some control, decorum. It looks it’s death in the eyes and maintains its dignity, even as it gargles and chokes on it’s own blood. Ulquiorra - that’s what Aizen had called the arrancar - rewards its bravery with a hand through the hollow of it’s throat. One more in a long string of savage murders.

Ulquiorra considers the corpse coldy and drags his index finger over his tongue to taste it. But this one, like hundreds before it, isn’t strong enough to satisfy the gaping hole in his soul. He abandons it without eating and disappears over the next dune in search for new prey.

Grimmjow has been stalking him for the better part of his... massacre. It’s not a hunt at this point. Too many abandoned corpses for it to be a feeding frenzy. Grimmjow would never be so fucking wasteful, but he doesn’t touch these. It would give away his position and so far he’s managed to fly successfully under Ulquiorra’s pesquisa. He’d like to see how close he can get.

And figure out what the fuck is going on. Hollows are hollows. They’re gonna kill. But Grimmjow has never seen pointless carnage like this, cutting down hollows for no reason other than to kill them. He doesn’t get it.

So for now he follows him around the dunes, darting on silent feet from shadow to shadow after the Espada, slowly closing the distance, observing. Stalking. Part of him is riled - it feels like he’s hunting, even though he knows there’s no real meal to be found here. It’s reconnaissance - but that doesn’t stop his instincts from rising towards the well worn habits. It’s an effort to keep himself from pouncing every time he catches a glimpse of the other’s back.

It’s only after Ulquiorra has made his way through another dozen hollows, tasting, touching, and sniffing at the remains before it clicks, and before Grimmjow’s own instincts become too hard to ignore.

“You’re feeling them.” He steps out of the shade and into Ulquiorra’s periphery. 30 meters. His hands are at his sides, lax, but his shoulders are tense, back curved. A balance between coiled for battle and relaxed enough to suggest he’s not looking to pick a fight. “Its different for you now. Why?”

[bindheartsarchive]

@ulqviorra​​ said: inoue.

“  when  did  you  decide  my  name  was  important  enough  to  learn  ?  ”  curiosity  finally  spills  over,  the  question  she's  pondered  freeing  it's  self  from  peach  tinted  lips.  “  it's  just  that  .  .  .  you  only  used  to  call  me  '  woman  '.    ”    it's  hard  to  recall,  those  memories  she's  shoved  deep  within  herself.    to  think  about  her  time  spent  her  as  a  captive,  not  freely  as  she  did  so  now.  “    you're  changing,    ulquiorra-kun.    ”

[deadhart]

stares  down  the  bat  friend.  *  (  @ulqviorra​  )

[keikakudori]

⭐️ ⭐️ @ulqviorra 🦇

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

of all ten of his chosen espada, uilquiorra has, since the first time he was graced with his change, been aizen’s favorite. he would not choose him lightly, of course. there were stronger ones, after all; barragan, hallibel, starrk -- but ulquiorra is the one he favors above the other nine. it is not ulquiorra’s dedication - though that lingers as part of it. it is not ulquiorra’s obedience - though that is nice. it is something deeper and more profound. he finds himself curious about ulquiorra’s innate nihilism, wanting to touch at it, mold it, shape it for his own use. he appreciates ulquiorra as he is -- yet he also wishes to see what he could craft from him. the willingness to obey does produce much in aizen’s thoughts -- yet he favors him exactly as he remains. it is a fascinating dichotomy, the yearning to shape the cuatro into something else, yet wishing to keep him as it is. an endless moebius strip of fascination for aizen, yet he enjoys it all the same.

additionally, though ulquiorra never truly revealed his segunda etapa release to aizen? aizen suspected there was far more to ulquiorra’s capabilities than what he just blandly showed and displayed day in and day out. he crafted the arrancar, the espada -- he touched their beings in their moment of birth. while he may have never seen it for himself, aizen had a very strong suspicion where ulquiorra was concerned. he had an inkling of his power. aizen, however, never chose to bring it up. either ulquiorra would reveal it on his own or he wouldn’t. aizen would never dream of forcing him to make it into a revelation, just to satisfy his own need to see it. but he suspected -- and perhaps, he knew. but whatever the case, ulquiorra is ever given freedoms that none of the others had -- simply, in part, due to the trust aizen kept in him. a casual dedication of a faith that was never, seemingly, misplaced.

[srpnt]

hm.

violet  hues  narrow,  never  straying  from  the  espada's  frame.    white  cloth  of  her  sleeve,  found  in  it's  usual  place  hovering  just  above  her  mouth.  only  does  sung-sun  allow  the  slight  tilt  of  her  head  to  reveal  her  curiosity.  he  seemed  one  of  the  few,  that  earned  the  favor  of  lady  harribel.  at  his  side,  she  joins  him.  hues  now  cast  upon  dark  skies  over  head.  how  fitting,  does   the  silence  feels  that   falls  in  place  between  them.  much  different,  than  the  squabbling  of  her  usual  companions.

finally,  does  her  soft  voice  come.    “  you,  i  am  curious  about.    ”    she  studied,  watched  the  others.  as  if  ,  there  was  anything  else  to  do  in  the  expanse  of  endless  sand.    

[arruerie-a]

@𝐮𝐥𝐪𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐚​

          ❛  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 —   ❜

          𝐑𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫  him  to  openly  vocalize  𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦,  it  was  more  common  to  perceive�� his  disposition  as  one  of  an  observer,  greatly  preferring  the  anonymity  silence  had  granted  him,  in  the  past,  in  the  face  of   𝑬𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒕.  To  convene  them  meant  that,  certainly,  at  least  two  of  them  would  find  it  necessary  to  take  a  moment  compare  prowess,  as  if  it  was  a  sentiment  that  hadn’t  𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺  been  granted  by  the  blackened  patches  of  skin  that  bore  their  numbers.  It  was  an  idiotic  presentation,  one  that  chipped  away  at  centuries  of  𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 &  drew  on  his  ire.

         ❛   —  𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘜𝘭𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘢 , & 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴.  ❜

[kyousei-archive]

     @ulqviorra​ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏsᴛ

     ❝Mr. Four..~!❞

[godkilller]

@ujinoko​

✵ @ulqviorra

send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.

Their first impression of your muse:

Gin thought Ulquiorra looked like some scene punk reject, Hueco Mundo edition... or something, he was a bit of a sight to see. When Aizen began to favor Ulquiorra because the Espada, in turn, began favoring Aizen the most of almost all others, Gin thought of the guy as a bootlicker. But Gin didn’t resent him or think him dumb, necessarily. Yeah, okay, dumb. Misplaced loyalty, yada yada. Poor fuckin’ thing, though. How empty, that existence, to believe Aizen the pinnacle of your life. Then again, Gin can’t really talk much considering the majority of his lifespan’s been spent shadowing that very man.

Current impression:  

He thinks Ulquiorra’s sad, he views what the guy’s going through as an extent of ‘empty longing’ or yearning for a home you cannot return to, yearning for something you can never have. It’s a curious thing, Ulquiorra’s development into a higher being, the awareness and perceptions he gained over time? Intriguing. Gin will often seek Ulquiorra out to chat, to exchange thoughts on things such as souls, emotions, if only to peer into the mind of a man who truly felt the lack thereof. Sometimes, Gin envies him; it must be nice, not knowing what it’s like to have a heart. But -- again, no, that isn’t quite right. "Those who don’t know what love is liken it to beauty, those who claim to know what love is liken it to ugliness.” A quote from yours truly, Gin. He wonders, now, what Ulquiorra thinks of it. If he’ll ever become capable of feeling such things.

In my branch off of Redemption verse, with the whole Father!verse lined up: Gin trusts Ulquiorra like one would a big dog. Gin knows Ulq’s well-behaved, and is fully capable of protecting, say, his young daughter Keiko from harm’s way. But Gin’s also constantly, meticulously aware of the dog’s capability to be riled, to possibly bite, to have its natural instincts activated by some outside cause. So he’s watchful.

Are they attracted to your muse?:  

Ulquiorra’s a, I’m sad to report, “pretty boy” according to Gin. He has a nice aesthetic, but Gin isn’t a fan of how he seems to be the same paleness as the white stone which makes Las Noches. Every other Espada has a normal-looking skintone. What the fuck happened with you, were you carved outta fuckin’ marble? Pretentious, too, that attitude at times. Too stiff. Loosen up and maybe Gin’ll flirt with ya. Pretty eyes can’t getcha everything.

Something they find frightening about your muse:

Gin isn’t frightened by Ulquiorra because he sees almost a zero percent chance of ever facing him in battle. Pre-betraying Aizen, especially, Ulquiorra is a non-threat. A good little soldier, pawn, who would obey Aizen’s right-hand man without question, he’d not bite at Gin. However, in accordance to Gin’s plot to murder Aizen, he also had to preemptively prepare for Espada backlash at their slain lord. Out of an abundance of caution, Gin does have a few anti-Ulquiorra tricks up his sleeve. But the most terrifying thing about Ulquiorra, to Gin, is his loyalty to Aizen. Will this fucker hunt me down if I succeed in killing Aizen?

Post-Winter War, in our respective AUs/Divergences, these two don’t have to worry about that. They reconnect. So, the second-most fear would reside: how Ulquiorra’s winged-regeneration-form sparks some bad memories for Gin. Ulquiorra also has, at times, a brutally blunt tongue -- and that’s saying something coming from Gin -- but he’s particularly wary of leaving Keiko to be attended by Ulquiorra knowing that the Espada will have no qualms with answering the young girl’s prying questions via a harsh reveal of reality. Please don’t traumatize her.

Something they find adorable about your muse:  

That lil black-upper-lip pout of his. D’aw. Whatssa matter~? Linkin Park tour got cancelled?

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

No. Gin does not throw his life away for just anyone, and Ulquiorra in particular is in the category of ‘could kill me if he really tried and I wasn’t paying attention’ so no, the Espada can handle himself in Gin’s eyes, and the Shinigami reckons that the other wouldn’t appreciate  ( nor fully understand )  a sacrificial play such as that, anyways. Gin knows, like a true soldier, Ulquiorra would rather die in battle in an honorable fashion, or somethin’ like that. Gin hates sad stories, but the endings with ash and blood seem to fit people like him, people like Ulquiorra, the most. Is there ever a chance for them to simply live, is there ever a chance for them to be happy?

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

They can grab a drink together, post-Winter War. They have plenty to drink about. 

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  

Tragic.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?:

No, he heard Orihime slapped him, though  ( yeah, gossip spreads fast )  and Gin may or may not want to high five the girl  ( and then check on her hand )  because yeah, no, yeah, Ulquiorra deserves a good slap. He really oughtta know when to shut up.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?:

Perhaps a hug, but only if the circumstances align and it’s either: a.) an extremely teasing / playful gesture meant to specifically make Ulquiorra rethink his life choices of humoring Gin’s presence or b.) Ulquiorra just did a good doggo move by protecting Keiko from harm and the worried!father mode has Gin in a serious hugging mood

[deivorous]

@ulqviorra​ replied: you think so highly of yourself its embarrassing for everyone

"You wanna fuck me most of all.”

“Don’t worry, my ego isn’t as big as my dick.”

[senkaimon]

         Ulquiorra ( @ulqviorra​ ) is not one to ever take a fraccion on by choice or choosing of his own,  that being said I believe that the duties and responsibilities of fraccion are ( while also serving as companions to some of the Espada )  supposed to handle affairs for them when they are busy.  Ulquiorra in particular has a lot of roles and responsibilities given to him by Aizen,  of which he accomplishes without fail or delay.  However,  despite his own assurance and instance that he is able to handle all of his duties,  overseeing any Numeros assigned to cleaning his tower, etc falls to the wayside.  That’s where Sova comes in.  They’re basically,  I guess,  a glorified house manager who’s at the appropriate level of strength to keep those below them in line while also being able to be used in proper battle if need be.

         In all honesty it’s a rather boring job for Sova.  They do what needs to be done and end up with more free time on their hands than they know what to do with.  Ulquiorra and Sova don’t have any sort of personal bond either.  The Cuatro might relay the information that they need to know,  and sometimes he does not,  but that’s about the extent of their relationship.  Sova is under the impression that if anything were to happen to them  ( like be killed, maimed,  injured )  Ulquiorra would probably shrug it off and go about his day.  Which,  surprisingly isn’t true.  It’s not that the other feels any bond towards Sova but they are Technically under his care so if,  let’s say,  another Espada decided to ‘punish’ or ‘kill’ them,  he would probably retaliate in some mild way.  

[bindheartsarchive]

❛   do  i  make  you  nervous  ?   ❜. @ulqviorra​​

“  no.  ”  the  word  comes  so  softly  from  her  lips.  her  eyes  rather  upon  him,  focus  on  beams  of  moon  that  spill  from  single  barred  window.  orihime  seemed  to  be  else  where,  lost  in  a  sea  of  thoughts  that  consumed.  her  friends,  why  had  they  come  for  her?  those  words  he  had  given  her,  a  spark  of  hope  had  lit  it's  self  inside  her  chest.  only  to  be  snuffed  out,  when  she  realized  the  pain  the  would  endure  to  see  her  return.  she,  truly  was  not  worth  the  amount  of  suffering,  the  spill  of  blood.  so  again,  she  asked  herself  why  had  they  come?  

now,  her  focus  comes  to  the  espada.  finally,  amber-colored  hues  find  themselves  linked  with  his  of  teal.  “  if  you  wanted  to  hurt  me,  you  would  have  already  done  so.  ”    though  spoken  so  matter-of-factly,  she  does  not  mistake  this  for  an  act  of  kindness.  only  orders  followed.    “  i  do  not  think,  you  are  like  the  others  .  .  .  so,  no.  i  do  not  feel  nervous,  not  anymore.    ”  

[deadhart]

*  @ulqviorra​​  :    23 .   a  kiss  on  the  back  of  the  hand .

curled  into  her  chair  ,  chin  upon  knees.  a  shell  of  the  vampiress.    “  if  i  am  to  be  trapped  in  this  hell  ,  at  least  it  is  with  you.  ”  eyes  turn  upon  him,  lips  cold  and  pressed  against  her  hand.  gently  do  the  pale  digits  brush  against  his  cheek,  to  cradle  his  face  in  her  palm.  troubled  is  her  expression,  as  if  something  sorrowful  now  lives  within  her.   “  you  and  i  have  been  together  a  very  long  time  ,  but  everything  must  come  to  an  end.  ”

    “  there  is  nothing  to  keep  you  here  ,    not  even  me.  ”    to  lose  him,  would  be  another  piece  of  her  lost.  and  then  truly  ,  would  she  find  herself  alone.      “  the  world  could  be  yours,  only  if  you  wished  it  .    ”    she  had  considered,  being  cruel.  to  bare  her  fangs  and  sent  him  away  with  words  of  malevolence.  but  this  was  her  new  beginning  to  and  end,  a  way  to  make  amends  for  the  pain  she  had  caused.       it   made  me  very  happy,  to  have  spent  my  time  under  the  moon  with  you  at  my  side. ”  

[keikakudori]

aizen-sama. @ulqviorra

                  ❝ ah -- ulquiorra. what, pray tell, brings you to this area of my palace tonight? ❞ don’t mind him. he’s making himself a late night cup of tea. the awareness of the espada is no great thing for him to pick up on. but never would he turn away the one he favored most of all ten blades that were his to command.

[despairforme]

What is Nnoitra's relationship like with other Espada like Yammy or Barragan? Whuch of the Espada does Nnoitra have the greatest respect/admiraion for?

     ❝ ‘Da other Espada, huh? Let’s see... ❞ He supposed it would be best to go through them in order of rank. ❝ Starrk - ❞ ( @solitariusdeluna ) ❝ ‘S alright, I guess. He’s pretty boring, ‘n I don’t get why he’s ‘da Primera. ❞ Truly, Nnoitra did not understand why Starrk ranked highest. He simply didn’t seem that strong. Maybe he was just hiding it? But then again - why would he? Nnoitra’s theory behind Starrk’s rank was that Aizen simply wanted someone easy to control at the top. The two of them had very little interaction, but Starrk had never done anything to make Nnoitra outright dislike him. 

     ❝ Barragan? He’s one mean ass old man, ain’t he? Plus he thinks he’s ‘da king. As if. ❞ A snort followed his statement. There was no question that Barragan was powerful at least. Nnoitra just didn’t like how he put himself above the rest, and how he had claimed to be the ‘ King ‘ of Hueco Mundo. Nnoitra sure as shit never acknowledged him as his king! He hardly ever spent any time in Barragan’s company, and it seemed they both were happy about that arrangement. Nnoitra was pretty sure Barragan didn’t like him. 

     ❝ Harribel’s nice. ❞ ( @skyvar ) She was --- Apart from Grimmjow -- The Espada he had the MOST respect for. When she had first been made Espada, Nnoitra had been worried that he was going to have to deal with yet another Nelliel. But, as it turned out, Harribel was NOTHING like her. She had even said nice things to him. She had congratulated him when he became the Quinto and expressed that she thought he deserved this position. It had been SHOCKING to him, to receive such kindness from her. After that? Their relationship was good. Nnoitra would tease her a bit and he often wondered if she found him annoying. She tolerated him though, and he was relieved that they were on good terms. ❝ She’s much better than Nelliel. She ain’t never treated me badly. ❞ Next? 

     ❝ Ulquiorra ‘s alright too. ❞ ( @ulqviorra​ ) ❝ We get along pretty well. It’s hard ‘ta tell ‘cause he’s just always wearin’ his pokerface. He’s quiet ‘n chill though, so I like that. ❞ He was also really fun to tease. Nnoitra had it as sort of a goal that, at some point, he was going to get a reaction from him. Ulquiorra had also made it clear that he didn’t mind what Nnoitra had done to Nelliel. Nnoitra counted this as getting support, which was something he appreciated. 

     ❝ N then--- Me? ❞ He gave a small laugh. Counting all the way up to five, huh? Good job him. 

     ❝ Nah, Grimmjow ‘s next. ❞ ( @grimmjxw​ ) ❝ I know he ain’t really no Espada no more, but ‘ta me he is ‘da sexta. I ain’t never gonna call that Luppi asshole an Espada. ‘N of course - Grimmjow ‘s ‘da fuckin’ best. He’s strong ‘n funny ‘n hot... ❞ Yeah, Grimmjow was really the best. It went without saying that he was the person in Las Noches who he was the closest to. It had been that way for years. Their relationship had started in a pretty weird way, by a stupid challenge that had led to sex. In the beginning, YEAH, it had been all about the physical aspect for Nnoitra. Now things were different and he... Did actually love him. 

     ❝ Zommari I ain’t got much ‘ta do with. At least he’s pretty chill, so I don’t mind him. ❞ Who was next? Oh, yeah - 

     ❝ Szayel ‘s a fuckin’ asshole, but --- ❞ He DID help him that one time, and he owed him more than he could ever repay. It really sucked, being in someone’s debt like that. Whenever he looked at him, he always remembered that he had had to come to him for help. Fuck that shit. ❝ He’s OKAY I guess. Except that he’s fuckin’ creepy as shit. ‘N then... Number nine... ❞ He tried really hard to remember his name. It was THE most difficult name on the fucking planet. 

     ❝ Fish tank... Aaroniero. ❞ Great! He remembered it! ❝ He’s weird. ‘N everytime I see him I wanna smash ‘da glass his heads are floatin’ in... Just ‘ta see what happens. Bet it would be funny as fuckin’ ‘ta see ‘em floppin’ ‘round on ‘da floor. ❞ Yeah, he supposed Aaroniero didn’t really like him. 

     ❝ ‘N last - Yammy. He’s a fuckin’ dumbass, ain’t he? He’s pretty fun though. ‘S good ‘ta have at least ONE person ‘round who’s dumber than me. ❞ True, Yammy WAS even more stupid than him, and Nnoitra appreciated him for that fact. 

[bleachintothemultiverse]

WHAT HOZIER SONG REPRESENTS HOW YOU LOVE?

Take Me To Church

Love to you is worship. Cherishing your lover and being cherished by your lover. The kind of love where every moment is rich with thankfulness for being able to spend it with them. You are fully aware how lucky you are to share your life together. And boy, are you. They are intoxicating and alluring and utterly divine. You are fully dedicated to each other, and you each adore every piece of this other person, good or bad. It’s also a little rebellious, this love. It can become you and your lover against the world. The world out there is harsh sometimes, but when you two are alone together, you are divine.

tagged by @ulqviorra​ (thank you <3)

tagging: steal it uvu