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@cinghialefedele
Loyalty, Never to Wane.
Arrancar #50, Necromanced by DuLo
An independent, selective portrayal of Tesla Lindocruz from Tite Kubo's BLEACH.
This account is canon-divergent, and mainly explores Tesla's character after the events that lead to his death. Mature & dark themes will be present in this headcanon heavy journey.
This blog writes from mobile 100% of the time, and cannot trim posts.
RULES. | WRITER. | SIDEBLOGS.
And he'd be right. What greater honor could Tesla think of than being worthy of Nnoitra eating him? Some twisted final proof that Tesla was HIS in every sense, to be part of him forever, bones and all. In the back of the Fracción's mind, it was so romantic it gave him shivers. He could only dream that Nnoitra would allow Tesla to do the same, even though he knew he'd likely die long before Nnoitra; he wasn't as strong as him, so of course he'd be the first to go, by that logic.
He's pulled from his current thoughts of preparing for the next bite of teeth in his arm, when Nnoitra speaks, gaze harsh in Tesla's direction. He's calm in his response, speaking honestly and plainly to his liege.
"I suppose not, when it comes to you, My Lord. Perhaps I trust you too much. I trust you with my life, and I always shall. I think it's made me a good Fracción." I would die for you.
his remaining eye is narrowed, iris flicking about tesla's face in search of any hint of insincerity. trusting someone like nnoitra will lead you into an early grave― that much he guarantees. for years he tried to shake the blond: threats, violence ... none of it worked. tesla would return to his side after each & every attempt. eventually, nnoitra grew used to his presence, came to expect a second shadow accompanying his own.
❛ that's stupid ... ❜ he grumbles out, teeth nipping harder at skin. perhaps it's that he pities tesla―― though that isn't the sort of thing he'd say aloud. the life of a fraccion a cruel one ( serve until you die, ) && what worse espada to serve beneath than nnoitra himself. ❛ you shouldn't trust me. i've already told you that. ❜
It was the life Tesla had chosen, willingly, even eagerly, he may dare say. Tesla had no interest in Aizen's conquest, nor the army of Las Noches, but the opportunity to follow Nnoitra further, to be granted a title that placed him as close as possible to him... it felt natural, to Tesla. While he was all too casual in the beginning, he really felt he'd grown into the role he'd taken and fulfilled it well. Or at least, to whatever standards Nnoitra held him to. He didn't want to serve anyone else. He likely never would, should something ever make the two of them part ways.
Some part of the shorter Arrancar wonders what Nnoitra would do if some day Tesla did throw his hands up and say he was through following him, serving him, checking on him, practically worshipping him. Maybe he could ask the hypothetical, someday. Maybe even asking would make Nnoitra suspicious, or even anxious that Tesla might really leave.
Maybe Nnoitra trusted him enough to know he'd never do that.
Biting teeth get a soft exhale as Tesla adjusts to the sensation, wondering if Nnoitra wanted to bruise him on his arm so it'll show in one of the only places he shows skin.
"I know. And you'll probably tell me again, and again. Trusting you has worked out so far, no? I see no reason to change what works. I'm still here, by your side, in... more or less one piece, heh. I have no reason not to trust you..."
Continued with @guadanya from here!
And Tesla would never dare complain, especially about his Master's mouth on him, leaving bruising marks for him to stare at later. He takes the grunt as an explicit I'd be better if you moved these damn clothes out of the way, and offers a smile as his free arm moves to pulls his glove down and his sleeve up.
"Sorry-- is this better?"
nnoitra thinks about eating him often. he has since the day they met―― though he doesn't remember how long it's been ... && this routine contemplation has brought him to the same conclusion each time: tesla would thank him for it. ( the thought makes him feel warm & sick. )
teeth graze against exposed skin, glaring carefully at his fraccion's face― the sort of disdainful look he often adorns when thinking. ❛ ... you have no survival instinct, you know. ❜ it's going to get you killed.
And he'd be right. What greater honor could Tesla think of than being worthy of Nnoitra eating him? Some twisted final proof that Tesla was HIS in every sense, to be part of him forever, bones and all. In the back of the Fracción's mind, it was so romantic it gave him shivers. He could only dream that Nnoitra would allow Tesla to do the same, even though he knew he'd likely die long before Nnoitra; he wasn't as strong as him, so of course he'd be the first to go, by that logic.
He's pulled from his current thoughts of preparing for the next bite of teeth in his arm, when Nnoitra speaks, gaze harsh in Tesla's direction. He's calm in his response, speaking honestly and plainly to his liege.
"I suppose not, when it comes to you, My Lord. Perhaps I trust you too much. I trust you with my life, and I always shall. I think it's made me a good Fracción." I would die for you.
Tócame de primera vez...
Continued with @guadanya from here!
And Tesla would never dare complain, especially about his Master's mouth on him, leaving bruising marks for him to stare at later. He takes the grunt as an explicit I'd be better if you moved these damn clothes out of the way, and offers a smile as his free arm moves to pulls his glove down and his sleeve up.
"Sorry-- is this better?"
Chews on his arm tbh
Ow. That aches.
He lets him do as he pleases, of course, his fingers reflexively moving in and out of a fist as the familiar sting of gnawing teeth shoots up his arm.
"Ah, hello, My Lord...! I assume you're in a pleasant mood...?"
"...I wanna lick the sweat off his abs..."
If I hadn't been there, if not for a cigarette...
@cinghialefedele ,, starter call .
The taste of blood was something Nnoitra thought it never could be - overwhelming. It was in his mouth. His nose. In his lungs. The sand beneath him was wet. He was so dizzy he hardly knew which way he'd fallen. Sharp specks of Hueco Mundo dust were biting into his wounds, so, that gave it away. If it hadn't been for his blood soaking the ground, a light flow of sand might've moved from his shallow breathing, with the way the side of his head was resting awkwardly against the ground. Each breath was cut off before he could even begin to fill his lungs - they were already filled with blood. A disgusting gurgling noise followed the rhythm of his breathing, like someone was drinking from a straw. The pain was so intense that that too took his breath away. He was dying, and he knew it.
He had always wanted to die, but very specifically, he had wanted to die standing on his own two feet. He'd wanted his final breath to be taken before his body hit the ground. He had wanted it to be quick. Not because he was afraid of pain, but because he was afraid to die feeling helpless. Feeling WEAK. Exactly like he was feeling right now. Pathetic and defeated.
His body was split in half, so why - WHY was it cruelly clinging to life, giving Nnoitra these moments of despair? It was his worst nightmare. He'd do anything to escape it. Did wanting to speed up his death make him a coward? Probably. There was no PRIDE left in him. He was nothing. He was WEAK. So weak. He had always known he was weak. Everyone had always known that. Everyone except---
Tesla.
His thoughts immediately grabbed a hold of this lifeline of a distraction. Tesla. That's right --- He too --- He was here. Nnoitra had seen him fall. Felt his reiatsu slowly fade as he bled out while Nnoitra fought helplessly against the Shinigami who had overpowered him oh so easily. Like he was nothing. Nnoitra tried to force his head to picture Tesla right before he fell, so that he might know which direction to look for him. If --- If he could move his head, that is.
He focused on guiding all his strength to his neck. With the result that his blurry vision blacked out, and he gave a weak cough, filling his mouth with more blood. He managed to at least part his lips slightly, so that the blood might escape, running down his chin. Looking around for his Fraccion clearly wasn't happening. Nnoitra wanted to spend his final moments on the mission of finding Tesla.
If he couldn't look for him, then how about calling? He'd try that next. His voice sounded weak and hoarse and barely made it above a whisper, since he had no air in his lungs:
❝ Tesla--- ❞
Was his Fraccion still alive? Nnoitra didn't know. What he did know was that if he was alive, then he would never fail to answer him.
He was so cold and tired.
How long had he been lying there, helplessly watching his Lord fight on after his embarrassing slaying? It felt like ages of slow torment. He'd seen Nnoitra collapse in a wave of ebony hair and blood, and there was NOTHING he could do about it. He couldn't run to his side, or take the brunt of the hit for him, nor speak to him as he fell to the ground, quite possibly succeeding in his dream of dying before he even hit the ground.
His vision blurred, as Nnoitra's silhouette hit the ground, and Tesla wept for him, despite himself.
It was shortly after the silence fell, after that accursed Shinigami and his companions had left them for dead to fight elsewhere, that Tesla had decided that enough was enough. He'd let go of what little he'd been holding on to in hopes that his Espada would have won and perhaps taken him from here to heal, or at least make use of Tesla's pathetic hide and eat him for nourishment.
For without Nnoitra, what truly did he have left?
His vision had already been failing him, limbs cold and sand sticking to the aching exposed guts and gore of his left side. It would be as simple as closing his eye... if there was nothing, after this, he hopes his Master would be happy, finally. If there was something, after this, then he prays he'll be right there to listen to his Lord complain about it.
Tesla isn't sure how much time has passed, since then. He isn't sure if he's even still alive, by some miracle. He's likely delirious from bloodloss, fading in and out of images and memories in his mind between the dark void that he hopes is death, but after some time, some unknowable period of solitude of illusion, something pierces through; it's faint but familiar, commanding despite the small spark it was.
It ignites him, at least, his lips parting slightly as he wheezes from the sudden rush of actually trying to breathe. His left lung is useless, cut clean through but his right... well, it would have to do. He'd will it to. He had to respond, even if the voice he heard wasn't real--
"S...S...ir...?"
He wouldn't dare open his eye just yet, he couldn't bear the thought of this being another delusion and waking up alone and on the edge of death.
Happy Birthday to the handsomest hog, Tesla Lindocruz! 🥰💖✨️
Since most of the nnoitra dolls have shipped, please enjoy these pics of my boys that I took on a recent trip! :)
❝ Do you ever have that feeling that something is about to happen? Like something significant? ❞ @cinghialefedele
The question isn't quite prompted, and pulls Tesla's attention away from the view of the window, out towards the open sand. He wants to say no, to tell her she's wrong and maybe needs sleep or a real, honest break, but... he can't ignore the sense of dread that seeps into every corner. It's inevitable, whatever it is, and they've all signed up for it willingly.
"...My Lord would likely say if it's something good; great. If it's bad... we all know Hueco Mundo isn't where those deserving of good, go.
I just hope whatever it is, is good. Even if I don't deserve it."
My pretty boys...
Cropped practice art from the bird app
One of my fave nnoites fic writers followed me omfg.......
"I--GH-- WH-- EXCUSE YOU!! LAPHOG?! SHUT UP."
