#returnofthecuatro

[regiapardus]

I will show no mercy for you, 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　you had no mercy for me

　　　the only thing that I ask -- love me mercilessly

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@returnofthecuatro ♡‘d for a starter!

❝My my, what have we here? You sure don’t look as though you belong in Assiah...❞ Although, Mephisto couldn’t say he truly looked to belong in Gehenna either. If it weren’t for the barrier he had around the school he may not have noticed this man.

❝May I ask what it is you’re doing on these school grounds?❞ The purple haired man calmly tipped his hat a bit. It wasn’t so much in greeting as it was just a habit of his to do so in front of others.

[nyota-sungura]

@returnofthecuatro | Doll ;;

                   “Th’ fuck..?” Dual toned hues trained on something rather strange, the doll couldn’t help but to voice his confusion in some way or another. He was unable to look away and while that wasn’t rare with things he found interesting or new, it was rare when it was people he would find himself staring at. It was rude to stare after all so he tried not to but eventually, that fell through because of everyone else’s reaction to the male. Or rather, the lack of reaction.On any given day he himself was stared at for even his slight abnormalities from the flesh bornes, so why wasn’t this guy being practically oggled? It didn’t make any sense to him, so Zeru did what Zeru did best. He bluntly approached and didn’t hesitate in the slightest to bring attention to his curiosities. He closed the gap just a bit and pocketed his band wrapped fingers, piping up to actually speak to the other. “Hey, how come they don’t seem t’ see ya mate? Well shit, that sounded rude as hell. I didn’t mean it that way,” he practically face palmed in that instant, regretting the mistake of words in an instant.

Sighing heavily, he looked between his fingers for a moment and shook his head. “I meant that literally. As in, they don’t seem t’ actually see ya. Obviously, you’re there and this is weird and I am soundin’ like a whacko, fuck, sorry.” Excuse him, he’s just a wee bit socially awkward and strange. Though a look around in that awkward moment only further proved to provoke his curiosity as dotted brows furrowed in question. Others were staring at him like he was a loon talking to the air, which would be normal any other day given one eye was a near black blue and the other a silvery ice blue so people often stared at him anyways, but this was a bit more strange and the expressions given definitely didn’t say ‘you look weird’ but instead said ‘the fuck is wrong with you?’ “Yup. Definitely not a normal day.”

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@returnofthecuatro asked for a starter

Many days had passed. The Winter War was becoming vague to him just all the rest of his fabled memories. He had lived far too long to hold onto everything and the war did not seem like something he needed to drag around with him. He hadn’t even participated in the damn thing to begin with. Cowardly. At the beginning of the war, he would admit that he had been weak. There was no other way to describe it. His reiryoku had almost been depleted. A scary thought, one that no longer held the same grip over him as it once did for he had long recovered from that. Back then though, he had barely been able to hold a candle to any of the Espada or Shinigami that crossed his path. Aizen, no matter how greatly he loathed to admit it, had been far stronger than himself. His game plan then was to simply survive. It seemed it had worked.

It took a lot of hard work just to do that. Las Noches turned out to be full of hot-heads looking for brawls, wanting to shed blood day and night. It was tiring to live amongst those inferiors, to have to entertain their mindless pursuits day in and day out. At least Aizen wasn’t quick to jump into battle like the rest. Though, now that he recalled, Ulquiorra was the only Espada he had somewhat connected with...on an internal level. He never came right out and said it, but the two of them shared some of the same qualities, and Arturo could respect that. Ulquiorra didn’t revel in constant bloodshed. He didn’t feel the need to speak to fill up the silence. He never showed any emotion, never once leaving Arturo to question his intentions. It was a shame he hadn’t spent more time with the other...But, it was too late to regret the brevity of their meeting. Their memories flew out of his mind like the innumerable grains of sand blowing past him as he trudged through the barrage of dunes that was Hueco Mundo.

He didn’t need anything to hold him back. He saw the ruins of Las Noches. He no longer felt any of their reiatsus. He knew they were all long gone including the Lord himself. He had stayed out of the fighting. Some of his reiryoku had returned by the time the war truly began, but it was still not enough to hold up a fight. Soul Society had no idea that he was here or even alive for that matter. He didn’t need them to know. When war broke out he hid, stayed close to the shadows. Aizen hadn’t wanted anything from him, and the others were too busy trying to save themselves to worry about him. He was forgotten in the chaos, left to his own devices. No one had made a connection with him. And whatever Aizen had apparently wanted from him, because he knew the bastard hadn’t “saved” him for nothing, hadn’t been important at all. He felt used and somehow betrayed. But in the end, it worked out better for him because he was the only one left ALIVE.

As fas as he knew.

After venturing through the ruins of Las Noches, he chose to wander Hueco Mundo in search of power. His reiryoku was returning at an exponential rate, but he still felt the need to find a way to increase this output. He had not forgotten his grudge against the Soul Society. Far from it. He stilled dreamed of marching up to the gates, wiping out half of their military as he had done before, killing Yamamoto, and taking over Soul Society for himself. Now, he also wished to rule over Hueco Mundo, but he was going to take things one at a time. There was no need to overwhelm himself. In the meantime, he needed to remember how to wield his power. He had been out of commission for so long that he forgot what it felt like to thrust his Beam Saber into an enemy, instantly ending their life. He didn’t have a lust for blood, but he was willing to do anything in order to regain the power he once held. He wanted it to flow freely through his veins. He wanted others to tremble at his might. He couldn’t take this boredom, lack of activity. He needed SOMETHING.

But, he never expected that his wishes would be answered. One day, after many nights without a thought of Las Noches, the Winter War, or the Espada, he stumbled across something strange. Unnerving. He had been out killing hollows, trying to absorb their reiatsu in hopes of gaining some himself. The idea was far-fetched, but he gave it a chance. It also allowed him to practice his combat once more, remember how to fight. He hadn’t necessarily forgotten. The information was just buried within the recesses of his being, struggling to keep afloat. All he had to do was spark it and he would remember in due time. His Beam Saber had easily slipped through the last of the gang of hollows he had discovered when he felt it. It was a weird pressure, yet it was powerful or at least more so than himself. The reiatsu felt odd to him because it reminded him of him in that it seemed to have more potential than what it was emitting. It was like something had wrapped around that power like a coil, creating a knot that only let a fraction of that reiatsu gush through; it was exactly as he felt.

With nothing better to do, he set out on a course to find the source of this reiatsu. His curiosity was beyond piqued and something was driving him towards it anyways. The back of his mind seemed to tingle. This power felt familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. He walked on with vivacious steps. Everything was so dull now. He needed something to spur him on and make him feel like he was actually living like he wasn’t trapped anymore. Because recently, Hueco Mundo was beginning to feel like that prison again. It wasn’t the same, but certain things reminded him of it and couldn’t seem to dispel those thoughts. Perhaps this was his distraction? The reiatsu grew closer and closer. The gears in his mind were turning as fast as they could, and yet, they still couldn’t place it. Feeling a desperation washing over him, Arturo began to sonido towards the source. He had to know what it was. This was no ordinary hollow. In fact, it felt like an arrancar. Could it be a newly formed ally? A formidable threat?

He stopped a good distance away from the presence, not wanting to cause any trouble, but what he saw made him blink. Did his eyes deceive him? No, because now that he could see the source he remembered where he had felt this reiatsu before.

“Ulquiorra?”

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— ☾ —  @returnofthecuatro​ // LS!

“ I don’t want to hold your gaze. I’m scared what I might see there. ”

SIA -  FREE ME

[divinexxconqueror]

Aizen x World domination

“You are far too narrow-minded, Cuatro. Have I not yet taught you to reach beyond that? I want the whole cosmos.” 

[blackcuttingmoon]

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@forgedinsolitude

He plays a really good Starrk and have a passion for him that I love to see. He puts a lot of thought and effort into his portrayal and AU’s. Talking to him is always fun and I highly recommend you shoot him an ask and follow!

@returnofthecuatro

This ulquiorra is honestly one of the most thought out blogs I follow. They have so many wonderful AU’s of the espada and have put alot of work into all their writings. They have a well thought out backstory for him and have developed so much for their bat baby. I must warn you their blog does have some Triggering content so if you are easily offended please browse their blog with caution!

@elvaliiente

Ohmg this cutie is so sweet and kind! Her nelliel is one of my favorites I’ve seen on Tumblr. She’s easy to approach and happy to help from what I’ve learned. Her Nelliel is so well done and *totally gay for Harri LBR*. All in all She deserves every follow she receives!