#cinghialefedele

[yxngrou]

❝ why are these people so obsessed with cake? ❞

[biskael]

"...Are you bothered? That I'm around, I mean."

ㅤTHE SOUND OF THE OTHER’S VOICE — it catches , momentarily , that Tesla spoke always unwaveringly to him . Quilge would observe him from time to time , should the other never notice such . As hunters should be trained to be so observant . This one , he admittedly liked more than the others , that was true . The smaller ones , higher in number , among their ranks . As any army would possess many soldiers . Who but Nnoitra’s trusted own would gain the favor of the Jailer , if so slight ?

ㅤHe leans against the slant of his gloved hand . Polished leather creaks . A bountiful stack of papers in neat piles before him . Glasses off and folded , laying aside . He signs with a fountain pen , dipped , almost a grandiose motion . And then next , and another .

ㅤ“ Why would I be bothered with you ? “ He says , his attention on his work , at first . Tesla’s presence , the fleeting essence a brutal yearning of reiatsu , akin to a prey’s own scent . Quilge believes he’s grown used to it by now . Wild shapes in the wasteland .

ㅤA gaze over , ever the jailer’s eyes darkened , cold . The man’s smile lasts only a moment . “ you have done … little to bother me , Tesla . and you possess qualities that I find admirable in others .

ㅤShould you have truly bothered me , I believe it would have become a rather unpleasant situation by now , for you — wouldn’t you agree ? “

then , the sound of his writing continues .

@cinghialefedele

[lunarscaled-08152025]

🌿 (✨️🐗)

Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

-> Tesla was right——there was a considerable amount of stacked up Christmas decorations stored away. Lyric was almost shocked at how much; Ulquiorra must have spent days decorating all of Las Noches under his previous Lord's command, and Lyric thinks even if they decorated both palaces head to toe in décor, they still wouldn't be able to use it all .ᐟ So they have to settle for a fraction. A tasteful amount, that makes their chest warm and their body feel fuzzy to look at it. Wreathes and garland wrapped around pillars and twinkling lights tacked up on the wall around the library. Lyric's own room benefitted from several festive looking bows and wreaths of ornaments and colored lights that they left on even when they turned everything else out to sleep at night, their many shifting colors steadily luring them into sleep with technicolored dreams. They even managed to find a tree! A fake one, yes, and a little bent up and scraggly, but a tree all the same! Lyric put it in the... what could generously be described as the living room of Ulquiorra's palace and decorated it to the nines with Tesla, eyes starry and wide. It made them giddy to see it in the mornings and late evenings, though they knew there would be no snow outside or chilly breeze. Just the feeling was enough.

"——Did you know there's a legend that says Mistletoe symbolizes the enduring love of a goddess who lost her son? He died to an arrow made of mistletoe, and she cried on it.

Supposedly, it swore that it would kiss anyone that passed beneath it, so long as it was never used as a weapon again."

-> Lyric hadn't personally hung up every decoration, obviously. It was faster in some instances for them to split up and cover two ends of a very very large room than to muddle over things together. They hadn't realized there were mistletoe bundles in any of the boxes to begin with, let alone that Tesla has seemingly gone about hanging them all up, but with a chance to eye the shiny white berries of the plant from below they feel compelled to share their insight.

"And in Saturnalia it was though of as a romantic wedding plant, and in another culture a sign of fertility... In Britian it became popularized through stories to kiss under a mistletoe and pluck a berry. It was good luck if you said yes and bad luck if you refused."

-> Beside twinkling white Christmas lights, in the dimmed ambiance of the palace hall to improve the visibility of their work, Lyric's eyes are filled with little stars. Their cheeks are touched a rosy red in the heights and in their ears, a soft smile graces their face. No matter how often they are despondent, now they are shining around him. For him, perhaps, in a way. He put all this up for them, after all. They rock back and forth slightly on their heels a few feet from him. Close but not as close as before. They look at the plant and then back to him, just once.

"——but mistletoe is parasitic and toxic. The leaves have a poison in them, and they rely on feeding off other trees to grow. Yet we still associate them with romance and luck in love and kissing. Isn't that interesting, Tesla?"

"One story even says a golden bough of mistletoe was used to enter the land of the dead so a man could speak to his father...

Luckily, I don't need mistletoe to talk to you, right? Hehe."

[mikroteros]

SHOUT - OUTS ! | accepting | someone mysterious said ... 😍 — who are you admiring from afar?!

Lots more people than you think ; so I'll just list' em out !

@beastm4ker / @takeabbyte / @sajasbaby / @soulsfeasted / @jaeguara / @hearteris / @parasociallly / && @cinghialefedele

Don't get me wrong, I write with most of these people, but there's times I'm just... in awe. I love the them all, so dearly. Some of the most talented, devoted, truly kind and wonderful people out there, and I know some are probably forgotten but there's just too many to name. Everyone I follow, I admire from a distance bc I'm too chickenshit to really do more threads / interactions like I wanna.

[despairforme]

(💭 ...I need him to pick me up and fuck me against the wall, get on my knees and lick his dick clean, hell, I'll climb onto his lap and ride him myself, actually. I wonder if he'd let me try to leave some hickeys on his skin... Or if I could get him to grab my waist so hard it bruises--)

".........I'm craving ice cream. Shall I fetch us some, My Lord?"

He was not in a bad mood. He could tell that Tesla knew, because the other was walking behind him at a normal distance. Tesla would knew to walk a few steps further behind whenever he read Nnoitra's murderous intent strengthen. Not that Nnoitra would actually kill him. Mah --- maybe one day he would. He wasn't going to make any promises here. Considering Tesla was one of the only other Arrancar whose presence Nnoitra could/would tolerate, he was more likely to fuck him than to kill him. Ah, that's right, he had already done that.

Tesla suddenly spoke up, and Nnoitra looked over his shoulder. What a random ass thing to crave. He'd never known Tesla to have a sweet tooth ( unlike himself ). Nnoitra grinned, his mood improving even further by the promise of sugar.

❝ Hell yeah. ❞ Where did they keep ice cream here anyway?

[sulkiin-a]

unprompted | always accepting | @cinghialefedele said ...

Tesla lounges, having come across the other yet again. Gluttony, perhaps, had him returning here. There were so many creatures he had never tried, after all. He just wasn't expecting to find this one, again. He picks a piece of brightly colored skin from between his teeth, near one of his little tusks.

"What do you eat? You're so large, but also have a more humanoid face. What does it take to maintain your strength?"

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA FAIR QUERY.

For, in his time, amidst the other, had he truly, been seen eating ? Had ANYONE, even seen him eat ? Drag his kills home, and gorge upon their innards, sinew and flesh ?

Posture, that of a lounging beast, body tucked to the side as legs curl close to his body, those MASSIVE CLAWS, still a threat, even poised in a feigned politeness. Eyes lock, with Tesla's lone, if only briefly.

❝ ... If you're thinking I eat human - kind, that is untrue. I do all I can, to avoid the flesh of Men. However, you're correct ... it takes a great deal to maintain my appetite, my strength. ❞

Cattle, goats ... CENTAURS, MERFOLK ; all and any he could get his claws upon, near the surface. Laugh is a slightly hollow sound, as pointed claw rests at the dark, of bottom lip.

❝ ... I eat what I can, where I can. Cyclopedes, Centaurs ... the creatures that inhabit the Lumen Caves. When HE, within the Godswood is willing to share, I will ... visit.

I suppose the worst I eat, is MY OWN KIND ; While my moniker is not the CANNIBAL, the dragons I have felled... it's better not to let them go to waste. ❞

[ichxgo]

"........Do you think your head can still fit in my hand?"

((Tesla why are you implying Ichigo's head is huge now

⎡ @cinghialefedele ⫿ unscripted ⫿ accepting ⎦

It’s not the first time he’s wondered how someone like this ended up with an Espada like Nnoitra, but Ichigo shakes off the thought. 

              Hueco Mundo is a place for survivors. 

    He scoffs. “I got taller, not bigger. If anything, you’re the one that’s smaller than the last time I saw you.” 

[fcrtis]

"Do you think......just maybe, if we put..........clay, like... in your mask...........it would stop you from turning into a child?"

Unscripted @cinghialefedele || Perpetually accepting

Had Nelliel been a cartoon character, several question marks would be sprouting above her head right now. She casts a glance in his direction over the edge of her teacup, an eyebrow raising just enough to betray mild amusement as she takes a sip. For a moment, she is awash with gratitude and relief that Kisuke’s creation has spared her from some… very messy (and likely futile) pottery experiments. ❝How long have you been considering this?❞