❝Declare.❞

If you give me wings, I will soar for you.

[odellschwanck]

This is an independent & mutuals only RP blog of Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck  (  a study in nature vs nurture, the capacity for compassion in the face of cruelty, identity and belonging ) from Tite Kubo’s Bleach. Canon compliant up to CFYOW (hold please – I’m slowly working my way through them.) Any potentially triggering content will be tagged. Not spoiler-free. Crossover, OC and AU friendly. Discord available on request. Formerly fcrtis.

NAVIGATION: Guidelines & About || Memes || Drabbles & etc || Headcanons

001 : Whilst it shouldn't need to be said, bigotry won't be tolerated and will result in a hard block from this blog. I also won't engage in call-out culture, if there's something in the community that should be brought to my attention then by all means let me know and I'll make a note of it and act accordingly.

002 : Standard RP Etiquette applies to this blog; please don't assume that Nelliel would do or say something (unless of course it's just a small action that's implicit to nudge something along). Also, though I do use icons in some threads to break up the text, please don't feel obliged to do the same.

003 : Both mun and muse are 25+ and whilst this blog is sfw, save for a few potentially triggering themes which stem from the source material, I ask that those under the age of 18 don't follow me. I also don't mind personal blogs following me but please don't reblog threads/asks with others as it wreaks havoc on my notifications (which can be temperamental at the best of times.)

004 : By default, threads take place post TYBW, Nel co-rules Hueco Mundo alongside Tier Harribel (though doesn't bear an official title.) She is an active participant in the restoration and rehabilitation of Hueco Mundo and hopes for better for her home and her people. And whilst she doesn't agree with deeply ingrained system of balance, she comes to understand its necessity. That said, I'm more than willing to discuss threads in different timelines; her time as an Espada and also between the HM and TYBW arc are quite large blank canvases to be filled.

005 : Activity on this blog can fluctuate; I work full time and there are periods where it demands a lot of time and energy or sometimes life gets in the way / the muse isn’t there. I really appreciate anyone who wants to interact with/is eager to interact with this muse but if you expect responses to threads/DMs etc within a certain timescale then unfortunately I may not be the writing partner for you. Though I am grateful for a gentle nudge to make sure that I've got the notification (because Tumblr is Tumblr) That in mind, please don’t feel like you need to apologise for taking your time with me. Nothing has a deadline or an expiration date to me.

006: The mun is not the muse - just because Nelliel believes, does or says something doesn’t mean that I as the mun condone it. Though, if I do or say something that upsets you or makes you uncomfortable please tell me, it's not intentional and I'd like for us be able to communicate with each other.

007 : I don't mind following/being followed by doubles; people interpret art in different ways and I enjoy seeing other peoples’ interpretations of the same muse. I'm also open to discussing/sharing headcanons between us for the same reason. Having said that, if you do not like/enjoy my own interpretation and feel strongly about it then place feel free to unfollow/block. I’m always willing to take on board constructive critique but anonymous hate won’t be tolerated.

008 : This is absolutely not a necessity, this blog is multi ship. Whilst I an open to it I have a strong preference to let any applicable chemistry and ship build naturally between muses just to see how their dynamic would function. Having said that, I would still preferably like to communicate as muns just so that we're both on the same page about any shift in their dynamic. If not, I’ll usually assume it’s a one sided thing and/or she’ll just be confused by it given her lack of experience with such things (both of which are absolutely fine!)

009 : Last and absolutely no means least let’s just have fun writing together.

Thank-you for reading all of this. If you made it this far … hello, hey, hi!! You can call me Ren and please don’t hesitate to come into my DMS/ask for my discord for plotting or just saying hi. Just please know, if it takes me a bit of time to respond it’s not you, it’s never you – it’s very much me; I’m pretty shy and there are times where, whilst I enjoy interacting with those who wish to interact with me, I worry about bothering people etc.

[odellschwanck]

Hello, hey, hi -- I haven't been here in a hot minute but please accept this piece that fills in the lore of Aizen's and Nelliel's initial meeting. Hopefully it actually makes some sense.

cw: mentions of cannabilism, injury, violence and manipulation.

Again, they flee.

Across the bone-white sands of Hueco Mundo’s unforgiving environment. Residents wander the monochromatic landscape with little more than gnawing hunger for company, never to be truly satiated. Regression and death stalk in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment to ambush those unfortunate souls caught unawares, seldom do they hunger.

How many Hollow colonies had been laid to waste by something bigger, desperate to avoid predation’s jaws?

     How often had it been simply because they could? 

Her metamorphosis from a plus to a vasto lorde remains elusive to her memory. All she can say with certainty is that she is no different from any other Hollow in origin; she had hunted, eviscerated, devoured, been driven by primal instinct that consumed them all. Until somehow, she’d reached whatever invisible criterion it was that had allowed her to emerge victorious from the battle for dominance and later reclaim her capacity for reason. Her humanity. And with it an unwavering resolve that she wouldn’t perpetuate the cruelty that underpinned their world. 

Alas, the law of the jungle remained indifferent to her firm resolve. 

Her solitude came to an end after she met a certain Adjuchas. She is unable to pinpoint the exact moment that Dondochakka Birstanne’s presence became permanent in her life, nor the reason he’d been compelled to follow her in the first place. It hardly mattered; his companionship was welcome, easing the incessant hunger. Over the years that followed traversing the sands together, he became more familia– No. He became family.

Again, she senses it. 

The ominous pressure that typically sat on the fringe of her perception. Except this time it draws closer, imposing, backing them into a corner. Lone figure appears in her peripheral vision and she can not help but notice the flourish with which he carries himself, arms outstretched as though a performer ready to greet their audience of one. ❝You’ve noticed me, señorita, I’d be wounded if you hadn’t.❞ A brief pause, as though allowing time for applause, before: ❝Now show me what it was that made you worth watching for days.❞ With that, her window of opportunity to retreat is well and truly closed, no option but to yield to the inevitable. 

An attack is launched before she is afforded chance to think, triggering instinct and experience to kick in resulting in a narrow miss. There is no relenting; another comes followed by another in quick succession. Each strike intending to punish hesitation, test her endurance, force her hand and abandon the restraint that holds her back. Each time she moves defensively as opposed to offensively: deflecting, evading, redirecting, retaliating when necessity leaves her no alternative. 

Alas, the pressure the other exerts is swift to take its toll; reflexes dull as movement feels akin to struggling through molasses, limbs are saddled with  an unusual weight, lagging for just a fraction too long. That's all it takes for an increasing number of strikes to hit their mark split seconds before she is afflicted by another searing of pain. 

❝Tell me señorita, when will you stop pretending that you are a lamb?❞

And still, her grasp on her restraint remains firm. For a moment, there is stillness, one that is brought to a close by the slow, amused smile that unfurls across his lips. 

❝No? Then perhaps I haven’t given you a reason to show me your teeth, señorita.❞

Air shifts and distorts as spiritual pressure is drawn inward, condensed and compressed into a concentrated sphere. The all too familiar hallmarks of a cero, the promise of destructive force. And yet, when it surges towards her she does not move, she braces before absorbing its sheer density, intertwines it with her own and returns it to its sender with additional bite. Alas, not even Cero Doble, which has maneuvered her out of a tight spot more than once, grants her much of a reprieve. 

Metallic tang pools in her mouth, breathing becomes ragged, legs threaten to buckle and muscle rallies against movement, as exhaustion begins to settle upon her. Her sheer will holds it in abeyance, just about holding her upright, but there’s only so much longer that will can hold. 

❝That will suffice.❞

The second thing she hears Aizen Sosuke utter is an apology for them having met in such unpleasant circumstances. Instincts murmur that she has no reason to trust him and yet, just now, he’d intervened for no apparent benefit to himself.  Not that her wariness seems to deter him, he continues observing that her behaviour is unusual and then goes on to speak of ideals that align with her own and , despite her suspicion, she would be remiss if she did not recognise that they brush much closer to Nelliel’s own than she expected.

He speaks of bringing stability and structure to their world rather than maintaining the current ethos that thrums beneath the sands. A world where survival was not secured at the expense of another, where less evolved brethren were not condemned to build the foundation of another’s strength.

To her, he wasn’t telling her she had to accept a world where strength was the only currency that held any value, he was offering a solution to the only system she’s known, and the cruelty that came with it. After very recent events freshly imprinted upon her memory his offer was difficult to dismiss. 

And so, when he’d made to leave she had been compelled to follow and Dondochakka had followed still behind her. His honeyed tones do not address her again until they reach the fortress that is Las Noches. 

“Welcome, Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck.” 

[odellschwanck]

Sometimes I think about Nelliel and her aversion to unnecessary violence & how she showed up in tybw seemingly willing to fight to protect her friends, her home and her kin. And then I think about how saddening/disappointing it was to see her kind of be sidelined. But the more I think about it, the more it makes sense for Kisuke to keep her off of the battlefield unless necessary. He says so himself that he accounts for all possible variables. And he'd only recently created that bracelet for Nelliel to stabilise her reiatsu. She likely still didn't have an endless well of stamina post-recovery and therefore was an unpredictable variable. The stamina she did have could be better utilised if possible.

[aghw18]

Hbd

[odellschwanck]

Prematurely blows a celebratory thingy for this bean; I cant beleaf its her birthday this week and she'll be *loud sounds of a bday party* years old!! I havent really been around bc life got hectic after leaving my previous work and starting a new job and I've only had time to lurk but hello, hey, hi c: Hope youre all well!

[odellschwanck]

Crawls onto the dash to yell about how Kenpachi and Nelliel back to back on SR

[rukiadriedhisrain]

Happy New Years!! 🍾🥂🎆

[words-and-coffee]

“Longing, how soft a word for such a ravenous feeling. How we hunger in silence.”

— Pavana

[odellschwanck]

She's puzzling over what the procedure is for when you need a HR person for your HR person.

[odellschwanck]

I know I’ve mentioned it in passing before but I still appreciate that Rebirth of Souls expanded on the canon material and provided us with context as to why Szayelaporro involves himself with Nnoitra’s plan beyond the sole reason of well, if this creation works and the plan is executed successfully, there’ll be a vacancy (which again, I appreciate is enough of a motivation in and of itself but still.) I'll put this under a read more cut just to be safe because trigger warning: implied abuse & coercive control. Please mind these triggers before reading the below, and please sit this HC out if you need to, your health is more important.

During her time among the Espada, Nelliel and Szayelaporro had numerous disagreements (and came to blows numerous times) over one recurring topic in particular; the treatment of fraccion. He dehumanised them, calling them only by a number or trash etc if they weren’t fulfilling the purpose he made them for. He saw them as disposable; he could always replace them with another creation should one perish or fail to meet his expectations. Whereas Nelliel saw them as indispensable, an equal to her and thus had no qualm about physically intervening on each occasion that she witnessed Szayelaporro’s mistreatment of his fracciones. Events which typically escalated into him airing his grievances with her, namely: how she thinks she’s enlightened because she acts in a way unbefitting of her nature as an Arrancar (behaving like a human despite not being one) and expecting others to do the same. A disagreement about the definition of rational and the behaviour that should be exhibited upon reprisal of their ability to reason, which would ultimately result in them coming to blows on more than one occasion. In fact, the last time they fought, it had been fuelled further by her verbally airing her objections about his treatment of his fracciones and thereby removing even an iota of doubt in respect of her issue.

The discussion between them follows the same old pattern, as does the outcome. As too does the concerned fraccion’s response when she offers to take them under her wing - that being a tool for his use is all they’ve ever known – they don’t know of anything else. He made them and gave them a purpose. Even those who hadn't been created by him initially, were conditioned and made dependent on him and haven’t known of any other way. Whilst such reasons could be difficult for Nelliel to comprehend and accept, she respected their decision to return to him. Never did anyone take her up on her offer – well correction – there is one initial exception: Pesche Guatiche.

[yxngrou-m]

❝ i remember this place as a child. I used to run around these parts ❞

@odellschwanck // vague starter.

[odellschwanck]

Barren is Hueco Mundo in the way of entertainment (amongst other things). Few and far between are the inhabitants willing and able to engage in discourse; most are driven by primal instinct and the constant quest to quell an insatiable hunger. All the while striving to avoid falling prey to the sands themselves. To survive. That is to say, to leave a child to fend for themselves in a volatile landscape is to gamble with their life. An act that the woman finds herself unable to understand or forgive. Suffice to say that Akari’s musing is the culprit for two things: highlighting the extent of Nel’s ignorance of the parent–child relationship, as she finds herself wondering what kind of parent exposes their child to such an environment, and the softening of her otherwise calm countenance.

❝Children shouldn’t have to grow up here.❞ A pause for all but a heartbeat follows straightforward musing before her voice also softens. ❝What do you remember of those days? I would like to understand what your childhood here was…what it felt like for you, only if you wish to share it.❞

[xenarts]

Nel Tu

[odellschwanck]

@ prideoftheqxincy previously asked

[ CERES ] does your muse take care of themself ? do they neglect their needs to put others first ?

If you were to give me wings, I would soar for you

Even if this entire land were to sink underwater

If you were to give me a sword, I would stand up and fight for you

Even if this entire sky were to pierce you with its light.

Her dedicated poem is consistent at its core in conveying themes of loyalty, devotion and sacrifice even in the face of adversity or against all odds. Traits which are extended especially to those she cares for. However, they don’t solely apply to people but to causes and principles she upholds. But, on the whole, it’s safe to say that Nelliel will put the well-being and safety of those she cares for ahead of her own. Prime examples of this are littered predominantly throughout the Hueco Mundo Arc, where she put herself in dangerous situations with very little (read: no) thought or regard for her own well-being to protect Ichigo, even when the odds were stacked against her. A quality which has not waned over the years – if anything, it has blossomed.  

Having said that, she isn’t necessarily restricted solely to her friends; she carries herself with a lot of responsibility and is inclined to step in, in varying fashions, to shield others from harm, be they an individual or a collective (again, sometimes at a risk to her own well-being) if she perceives it as a necessity. She’s especially inclined to take a firm stance if something clashes with her core values.

With all of that said, whilst both her poem and assigned aspect of death are sacrifice, that doesn’t make her self-destructive and nor is she purely altruistic either. For example, her alliance with the Soul Society during the war had been one of circumstance rather than benevolence; she hadn’t done it for them but had been driven by a deep fealty to Ichigo, who had come to Hueco Mundo’s aid without hesitation, and a fierce desire to protect her home and her people. Had neither of those events happened, had there been no risk to Hueco Mundo, it's much less likely she’d have assisted the Soul Society.

In short, she does tend to neglect her own needs in favour of others’ which stems from her values and tends to have a purpose to it; for she, in that moment, has decided that someone else’s safety, or the protection of her home, takes priority.

[ CHIRON ] what does your muse do to cope ? are their coping mechanisms healthy, or do they lean into bad habits to get through tough times ?

Nelliel, whilst more of a warm, nurturing individual, isn’t well-versed in articulating how she feels. I think it’s important to note that it isn’t from a lack of will to do so, but rather her lack of experience doing so; for most of her life in Hueco Mundo, traits such as strength and power were the only currencies that held value. Consequently, many could be inclined to perceive vocalisation of any vulnerabilities/emotional overwhelm as a weakness to be exploited.

That isn’t to say that she is immune to being emotionally overwhelmed. As outlined, she’s never really had the time and space to fully process and deal with what happened to her and the long-term effects of those events, ones which remain tender spots irrespective of how much time has passed. Tied into the above would be one of her unhealthier coping mechanisms she’s likely to engage in when she’s feeling particularly overwhelmed: compartmentalising via pouring herself into others. Doing so in the moment provides her with a sense of purpose and stability, even if it means that her personal struggles may be unaddressed unless she’s nudged into facing them.

If she is encouraged to face what she’s feeling, her response (like most) is dependent on trust. On the whole, she is more inclined to try and voice her struggles rather than shutting them down altogether, albeit the amount she may give sometimes may only be just enough. In other words, restrained to the essentials rather than divulging the full picture.

Still, she’s not entirely without healthier coping mechanisms. When her feelings become heavy, she’ll step away for a time – not into isolation, but to give herself space to breathe, reflect, and regain balance via allowing herself to sit with and begin to process her emotions without any external pressures. Articulating them verbally may not be her strongest suit, but she won’t deny their existence either.

[odellschwanck]

Hello, hey, hi - its me (ofc!)

In a sleepy haze, I deleted my post thingy saying that I'll carry threads and HC asks from my prior blog here (unless people dont want me to - which is also fine!) I'll be around more this weekend to work on things. I'll also probably rewrite at least one of my old HCs bc I've got tiny details to add.

[thunderousmemes]

FIRST DAYS OF WINTER · INSPIRED STARTERS (frost settling quiet · warmth traded softly · strangers turning sanctuary)

FIRST SNOWFALL MAGIC

“Look— the first snow of the season. Stay here with me a minute.”

“Everything went silent… it’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Hold still— you’ve got a snowflake caught in your hair.”

“Did you feel that? The whole world just shifted.”

“I didn’t expect the first snow to feel this… soft.”

COLD HANDS, WARMTH SHARED

“Your hands are freezing. Here— take mine.”

“Stop pretending you’re not cold, you’re literally shaking.”

“Come closer. I can block the wind for you.”

“Take my scarf before you turn blue.”

“You’re cold as ice— how long have you been out here?”

WINTER NIGHTS & SOFT LIGHTS

“The streets look different in winter… quieter.”

“Come inside. It’s warm, I promise.”

“You can see your breath in the lamplight— it’s kind of pretty.”

“Walk with me. The night feels less empty that way.”

“Winter always feels lonely… unless someone stays.”

TRAPPED BY THE SNOWSTORM

“Looks like we’re stuck together until the snow lets up.”

“Don’t sit all the way over there— the fire’s too small for that.”

“If we freeze, at least we won’t freeze alone.”

“You keep watching the window like the storm owes you something.”

“I didn’t expect to be stuck with you… but I’m not complaining.”

WINTER MISCHIEF & TROUBLE

“If you throw that snowball, run. Fast.”

“Did you seriously hit me with snow? Oh, we’re doing this now.”

“Help me build this— before my fingers fall off.”

“Stop laughing at me, I’m cold and uncoordinated.”

“You have snow all over your eyelashes. It’s ridiculous.”

QUIET MOMENTS THAT FEEL LIKE FATE

“It’s strangely peaceful with you here.”

“Don’t walk ahead— stay beside me.”

“This cold makes everything clearer… including you.”

“Winter suits you more than you think.”

“Stay a little longer. The world feels softer when you’re here.”

 VULNERABILITY IN THE COLD

“I hate winter… but not this moment.”

“It’s easier to talk in the cold. Like the air bleeds the truth out.”

“I didn’t know I needed company until now.”

“You make the cold feel less sharp.”

“Stay. Just for a little longer.”

[oceansprompts]

SEND MY MUSE CURIOUS ANONS!!

Send them:

Questions about their relationships

Invasive, uncomfortable personal questions

Ask them about their childhood

Throw random, weird thoughts at them

Confess to them anything you want

Give thought provoking headcanon asks

Character development questions

Questions about any interactions you’ve seen on the blog

Questions about any ships you’ve seen on the blog

Questions about my muses feelings about other muses from the fandom

Anything else you may be interested in knowing about my muse. 

[skatik]

Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck