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[inosukz]

(EPISODE 271) Ulquiorra's Segunda Etapa Form — ✦ BLEACH

[eiirlys]

I got a request for Uliquiorra's Hogyoku's form. I have never draw or used so much black in my entire life. At least they turned out okay? I had fun drawing the neo green outline for the glow.

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[malafxde]

"Most of what's visible to the dead could also be seen by the living, if they would only take the time to look."

Guilty Pleasure! || Accepting!! || @uliquiorra

The witch shifted on the cool grass, her fingers idly tracing patterns into the earth as she gazed up at the stars. The velvet night wrapped around her like a shroud, a rare moment of stillness in her otherwise turbulent life. Her heart within pulsed faintly, as though in rhythm with the faraway constellations. Then, she noticed him. At first, he seemed like another wandering ghost, his form pale and ethereal against the dark expanse of the park. But as her eyes adjusted, she realized he was no hollow wisp. His presence was different—sharper, more defined. The aura surrounding him carried a weight that pressed against her senses, demanding recognition.

The witch tensed, her fingers digging into the soil as her heartbeat quickened. Her eyes, always keen to the veil between life and death, traced the stark lines of his face, the unsettling stillness in his expression, and the unnatural green hue in his gaze. He was not a specter bound to the past, nor a hollow tethered to hunger. He was something else entirely. When he spoke, his voice cut through the quiet night like a blade. Her breath hitched at the words, not because they startled her, but because they rang with an unnerving truth. She rose to her feet slowly, brushing the dirt from her palms, her sharp gaze locked onto him.

“I’ve spent my whole life looking at things no one else wants to see,” she said, her voice steady but edged with a guarded curiosity. The shard inside her throbbed faintly, as if reacting to the energy he emanated. “But you… you don’t fit. Not into their world, and not into mine. So, what are you supposed to be?” Her fingers flexed instinctively at her sides, ready to summon her magic if needed, though her instincts told her he wasn’t here to fight. Still, Gabriella had learned the hard way to trust her instincts—and her power—only so far. She narrowed her eyes, watching him closely, as though she might glimpse the answer in the faint flicker of moonlight against his face.

[chipen]

continued / @uliquiorra

ㅤㅤㅤWHERE  SANDS  HAD  STRETCHED  AS  FAR  AS  THE  eye  could  see,  where  the  halls  had  been  cold  and  empty  -  lurked  and  haunted  by  danger  and  horror.  where  only  coldness  had  existed  alongside  orihime's  ever  flickering  flame  -  ulquiorra  had  never  been  a  monstrosity.  there  had  never  been  comfort  to  be  found  in  hueco  mundo,  for  it  was  a  version  of  hell  in  it's  own  right,  but  there  had  been  normalcy  -  steadiness.  and  despite  having  existed  in  the  trappings  of  their  world,  despite  countless  blades  poised  at  her  throat,  she'd  never  been  threatened  by  him  in  a  way  that  ever  held  merit.

ㅤㅤㅤit  had  been  a  privilege  -  watching  a  creature  doomed  to  be  filled  with  emptiness,  begin  to  understand  feeling...  to  conceptualize  the  shape  of  a  heart  that  orihime  would  then,  and  now  still  did,  insist  he  always  had.  it's  a  privilege  now  to  sit  with  him  in  her  tiny  studio  apartment,  watching  the  cold  winter  rain  slide  off  the  skylight  as  they  exchange  ideas  over  tea  and  a  (  mercifully  store  bought  )  set  of  cakes.

ㅤㅤㅤhis  words,  as  always,  bring  the  cant  of  her  head  -  warm  earthen  eyes  going  far  away  as  she  thinks.  beneath  the  worn  knit  blanket  that  covers  her,  she  draws  her  knees  to  her  chest,  drops  her  chin  to  them  -  and  stares  at  the  arrancar  from  the  other  end  of  her  sofa,  as  if  this  is  the  most  normal  encounter  in  the  world. ㅤㅤㅤ ❝ i  think  love  is  many  things,  because  there  are  many  different  kinds  of  love  -  but  ah,  maybe  we  won't  get  into  that  today. ❞ㅤㅤㅤ  her  smile  is  sweet,  as  always,  as  if  a  little  nervous  to  share  the  innermost  formulation  of  her  thoughts  with  him,  as  if  nervous  to  lay  bare  the  depths  of  her  soul.  ㅤㅤㅤ❝ it's  not  the  love  that  is  painful  -  it's  the  being  without  it  that  is.  and  everyone  has  been  without  at  least  once... ❞ㅤㅤㅤ  she  thinks  to  her  brother,  thinks  to  the  all  consuming  loneliness  that  had  often  marked  her  own  existence,  despite  being  surrounded  by  so  many.  she  knows  him  -  as  if  they  are  two  sides  of  a  strangely  shaped  coin  -  the  sun  and  moon  and  all  the  stars  in  between.  ㅤㅤㅤ❝ it  leaves  so  many  wounds  but  it  also  heals,  it  changes  and  grows  and  shifts,  and  with  it  -  anything  is  possible. ❞

ㅤㅤㅤthat  smile  softens  even  further,  delicate  features  tucked  now  into  her  knees  save  the  appearance  of  her  eyes.  orihime  has  long  since  learned  that  ulquiorra  doesn't  quite  know  what  he's  implying  when  he  asks  things  like  that,  but...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ you  already  are,  ulquiorra. ❞

[dayscorched]

i was in the darkness , so darkness i became .

AND SHE REMEMBERS THE DARK ──────── like a poisoned oil in the roof of her mouth ( a liquid you cannot lick out. ) AND SHE REMEMBERS THE DARK ... an unfeeling smile as something drips, carving its' way within, she was not her / she was too much of herself, she was, she wasn't, it filled her mouth & ears. THE LOOMING ONE, UNTENDER EYES, the scream of her soul, the wrath of cells, the forceful control of her own mind, she was tearing, unbecoming, reforming, she was in control & out. THIS WAS HER DARKNESS, but she refused the action of conforming, bending onto its' will, onto the will of one who loomed ... she would not surrender, regardless of the Hollowing in her body. SHE LEFT THE DARKNESS, & spat 'pon its' ill existence ( for she will control her own flesh, yielding to none. )

SO ... THEN, WHAT IS THE DARKNESS clamping his body ? For whom did he yield too ? FLAMES GAZE 'PON THE FIGURE PAVED BY PALENESS & DARKNESS, fingers settled 'pon her lap before she tears her gaze for the heavenly skies, the bright light of the world. ❛❛ You are in the light now, so will you become the light ? ❜❜

prompted. ; @uliquiorra . ; accepting.

[malafxde]

☀️ absolutely one of my faaaaaaavorite blogs and ocs and peoples ilu sm

Positivity! || Accepting!! || @uliquiorra

omg it's pookie!! you're so lovely and talented. a treat to see you on the dash and talk to you when i can. it's hard for me to focus on things (which is why i'm mostly on queue or appear on a certain day). it can be socially too but we always jump back into it and it makes me so happy. also bless for all the muses, but i am a bit biased because qissy is my favorite. i am weak for evil woman to be absolutely fair.

[shunkos]

" If I had a wife, she could stab me a little bit I don't care. " / @uliquiorra

ㅤㅤㅤIT'S  A  NEAR  LITANY  OF  AMUSEMENT  THAT  SPEARS  through  her...  the  overt  workings  of  her  mind  spitting  out  insult  after  insult  after  insult,  the  vast  majority  of  them  ending  up  in  the  corner  for  usage  'later'  and  instead  replaced  by  a  feline  grin.  goddess  bares  her  teeth  -  white  and  sharp,  in  a  mockery  of  a  smile.  it's  all  rather  terrifying  really  -  how  yoruichi  looks  at  ulquiorra  like  he  hadn't  nearly  maimed  her,  like  he  wasn't  a  threat  and  instead  the  first  course  of  whatever  meal  she'd  glut  her  insatiable  appetites  on  this  fine  evening.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ it's  a  pity, ❞  she  admits,  twirling  the  ends  of  dark  hair  about  a  clawed  fingertip,  ❝ that  i'm  not  your  wife.  but  all  is  not  lost,  batboy! ❞   triumph,  clear  as  the  moon  in  the  sky,  rings  through  her  words.  in  a  moment,  she  moves  -  one  blink  she  is  there,  the  next  she  is  gone,  and  by  a  third...

ㅤㅤㅤdirectly  in  front  of  ulquiorra  now,  the  scent  of  ozone  in  her  wake,  as  fangs  are  bared  again  -  like  she  wishes  to  play.  ❝ i'm  generous  enough  to  stab  you  without  a  marriage  license. ❞

[dayscorched]

──────── ⼺ @uliquiorra, sc.

❛❛ Have you made it a habit to come here ? ❜❜ DESPAIR, THE WRITTEN FABLE ──────── a skin wearing tears, eyes that do not shed them & she has yet to understand him, pick him apart by vein & innards ( despair, yet the flesh carries forth another phenomenon, one for whom she knows not yet the name. )

BEFORE HIM, SHE STANDS, a sight desiring to understand ... perhaps, a kindling within him is the same yearning ; to understand the teeth of two sides, flesh & hollow, life & death. ❛❛ Do you enjoy floundering about here ? ❜❜