. .indie ulquiorra written by kosm, 25+ est. 2024. warnings for nihilism. written with a focus on development, change, learning, and deep dives on the more psychological aspects of his character. para, novella, and one-liners present. prefers heavier plotting due to the nature of the character
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be nice to me i'll cry
I'm autistic and in constant pain nearly every day, so I won't always be in the mood to write or even talk. don't take it personally if I don't get back to you quickly!
this blog is VERY low-key, im here to fangirl and explore this guy
shipping is uhhhhhhhhhh tentative? would require tons of plotting and writing together
blog more for friends from other blogs, but happy to meet new people too
you don't have to know bleach to interact! I plan to have lots of different verses for him
if I'm not here, I'm definitely working on my comic! just because I'm at my pc does not mean I will always have tumblr open
I give a few days for followbacks, if not, I'll most likely block to prevent myself from trying to follow again! I'm forgetful and may do so.
better rules and pages to be added
divergences
Though The Espada Ulquiorra disintegrated after his battle with Ichigo, he was 'reborn' when pieces of his 'human soul' clung to orihime and just managed to be reborn when she was back on earth. He is still an Arrancar, but he's visible, powerful, and is just wandering the earth looking to fill the void left behind in that last battle. any questions ought to be directed to the inbox
he is slowly remembering his life as both arrancar and vasto lord, including his endless wandering before he took a human form.
eventually, being around humans, his small, human soul will remember his time as a human. flittering memories in black and white. this means that more human emotions will come to him as well. He may remember what they feel like, but as for feeling them for himself, remains to be seen. I haven't decided yet
her hair. . . it was soft. he fiddled with a strand of her curly teal hair, rubbing strong strands between thumb and forefinger. “ It is. Do you like your hair like this, Nelliel? How do you make it soft? ”
' that's a funny looking helmet you've got there, friend. don't people usually want it covering the WHOLE head ? ' maybe it's a fashion statement?
unprompted
“ Because it is not a helmet, it is a remnant of my old body. Bones. ” a piece of the mask once bestowed upon the vasto lord, cracked and broken at the height of his ‘happiness’ so very long ago. it was just as much a piece of himself as his eyes or limbs. “ I need not remove it at this time, at least, not in front of you, human. ”
he's silently wondering why there are hollow that celebrate the day of their births. which birth is it? the day the mask cracked, or the day the human soul was born?
nsf/w sunday . . . i can't begin to think about how he'd navigate all that. there is so so much more that he needs to understand before he's ready for that sort of thing, but I don't think he'd be entirely against it. It all depends on the person and if he finds them disgusting or worthless or not haha - for him, it's something he doesn't understand, that he'd want to understand at some point, but he doesn't feel desire the same way that humans do, he's still learning about and how to process what his emotions mean, and he won't ever completely know. bits and pieces of his humanity will return to him sure, but the desire to be intimate is as slowburning as his ships are.
anything and everything. favorites. thoughts on people, on events. what they would do in a certain situation. how things would be different if something had/hadn’t happened. simple questions, complex questions. have at it!