If it wasn’t the tiny footsteps thundering across the hardwood that gave them away, it was the gasping for air; each haggered breath betrayed the fact that Hibiki had ran the entire way there.  They pushed their way past the nurse attending her, much to their exasperation, and grabbed hold of the bed the shinigami lay on with tiny, grubby hands. If the nurse wanted Hibiki gone, they’d have to rip them away.

The child said nothing, but it was clear from the furrowing of their brows and their razor sharp eyes that their mind was burning with questions. As soon as they had heard what had happened, how could they not?

Though her eyes were hazy from the blood loss, they still fixed that little head of hair as soon as it passed through the doorway. She  s l o w l y  extended an arm to the child, for fingers to curl into their hair gently, the backs of fingers to brush against a cheek.

“ Hibiki is mine, ” Ivette croaks, “ Could you please give me a minute? ”

For a moment, she only locks eyes with the nurse, Ivette unwavering. She wasn’t fine and she knew such, but . . . she was okay enough to take some time to address the stern eyes of the child at her bedside. Frankly, she had anticipated a whole caravan of people to pile into the room --- loudly --- yet it was just precious little Hibiki, whose cheek she continued to brush with an idle thumb.

With her nurse’s relent, Ivette returns her gaze to the child.

   Eyes narrow slightly as footsteps begin to bring their distance closer, stopping only a few inches from her. It was still strange for him to willingly walk AT a woman, but it wasn’t as if she was just any woman and int he time between he’d grown a fair bit…even if he still had a ways to go. Still.

            “Careful, all the boys might overhear you and get the wrong idea.” his hand removes itself from his chin and places itself upon her shoulder, “These days who knows what I might take you up on. It’s good to see you again even if you’re flirting with your superior.”

Surprise crosses in a brief flash across her visage, barely kept cool by the quiet chuckle that escapes. The version of him she knew last was never remotely so forward, but, really, she couldn’t complain. Her shoulder rises into the touch somewhat, head tilting to one side.

“ Fair point. ”

@viiteri​ said: 👀

   Taking a brief walk between paper stacks he feels a set of eyes upon him.  He stops to stretch, turning to find a familiar visage within his gaze. This was a form he hadn’t seen in quite some time as hand reach up to scratch at his chin.

          “Hm you feel familiar but where do I know you from…”

   His words are coated in sarcasm though he continues to play the bit despite, while not outwardly, he’s happy to see her safe and sound.

The moment she knew the jig was up, Ivette found herself smiling. How she truly missed Bi-Han --- perhaps it showed in her eyes as she drifted out from the archway behind which she partly hid.

   ❛    YEAH, BARELY. what’re you doing out here ?   ❜   his voice is dry, but the bite is dull ; carmine eyes meet her pale gaze, then to the bandages wrapped ‘round her chest. a heavy sigh pushes past his lips before he drops into a crouch a few feet away as to offer a comfortable space between them.     ❛    th’ HELL happened to you ??   ❜  

“ I almost died, what does it look like? ” It’s hard to hide the slight jolt in her shoulders and its subsequent grimace, a hand risen in some sparse attempt at defense even though she knows he isn’t any threat. It lowers just the same, while unsaid words strain her throat; she still isn’t ready to talk. Not yet.

AESTHETIC BOARD  — APPEARANCE TAG — HISTORY — HEADCANONS

formerly at the url colvbrosa

IVETTE VITERI (イベットヴィテリ) is the Fourth Seat of the Thirteenth, born and raised in some 40th district of the Rukongai.

NICKNAME(S): Iv (“eve”)

AGE: ~ 230, appears to be in early-mid twenties

BIRTHDAY: 30 August (approx. 1773)

SPECIES: Soul

OCCUPATION: Shinigami

DIVISION: 13 / jūsanbantai, 6 / rokubantai (prev.)

RANK: 4th seat, 8th (jūsan), 10th (roku)

GENDER: female; she/her

SEX: female

RELATIVES: Valeria Viteri (mother), Takumi (father), Isidora Viteri✝ (sister), Florence Viteri (nephew)

ROMANTIC/SEXUAL ORIENTATION: demiromantic / pansexual

RACE/ETHNICITY: Spanish, Japanese

HEIGHT: 5'6’’ | 167 cm

WEIGHT: 130 lbs | 59 kg

HAIR: black; pushed around, usually without a defined partline; length reaches around mid-back; varies between being worn up and down

EYES: light grey

SKIN: tan

DOMINANT HAND: right

SCENT: dark florals, mint

LANGUAGES: Japanese, Spanish (~70% fluency), English

PIERCINGS & JEWELRY: center labret, two lobe piercings on the left + three on the right, left tragus

ATTIRE: Relatively standard uniform, with a decoratively wrapped maroon sash her zan is secured through. If she knows she won’t be training or in the field, may exchange sandals and tabi for geta.

ABILITIES

ZANPAKUTO: Hebiza ( 蛇座 ) — Serpent

Hebiza manifests in its sealed form as a rather standard-issue zanpakuto with a hilt swathed in deep green. The only particularly notable feature is its tsuba, which resembles a coiled snake.

SHIKAI

Takes the form of a long, leathery whip. Scale-like blades of graduated size adorn three-quarters of the length, and serve to catch, pull, and injure the opponent. They rattle softly.

Generally, they’re coated in a poison of some kind – detrimental to all except its wielder, whose reiatsu repels it. The “primary” one attacks the nervous system, with something of an analgesic effect.

In the midst the Thousand Year Blood War a new, corrosive poison arises.

FIGHTING STYLE: hakuda-heavy; relies primarily on it, generally resorting to releasing her zanpakuto only in a one-on-one engagement, or when absolutely necessary.

SPEED: moderate-high

REIATSU: moderate; manifests as violet

HAKUDA: combatant (border-expert?)

KIDO: practitioner

ZANJUTSU: combatant

Hello, I’m Fiore or Rory ; either is fine. I lurked with the name Rory for a few years.

I’m 21, I have school two days of the week and generally work the other five at an “essential business” amid the pandemic. I am ungodly tired.

Forgive any misconceptions; I still haven’t finished reading the final arc of Bleach, though I know the gist of what happens.

Credits. (opens to blog; will be updated)

OCs are constantly changing in the same respect canon characters do over the course of a series. There will be inconsistencies, and things will change.

Additionally, I haven’t written Ivette in two years, as of writing this. My perception of her has changed somewhat with time.

Private & selective for my own sanity. This applies IC only; feel free to message me, or send OOC asks.

Multiship & multiverse. I love pre-establishing relationships, or even just touching on how our muses may know of each other prior.

Triggering content may be present. I tag what I feel are general triggers & nsfw. ‘ trigger cw ‘ is my format, though NSFW is just ‘ nsfw. ‘ While I’m not absolutely certain yet, please anticipate violence, blood, and possibly  even sexual content.

I will not write NSFW of any sort with anyone under the age of 18. Please respect this.

I’m very bad at plotting, though sometimes find myself heavily inspired. That said, I tend to rely on external sources (generators/memes/starter sentences).

My final addition for now is that I would like to foster a positive, safe environment for everyone.