TheDumbingDownOfLove on Ao3. Prosciutto×Illuso Nnoitra×Tesla
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*john egbert voice* this is stupid :0
ok so here goes nothing [insert random high fantasy setting]
Nnoitra is a hunter for hire who lives for the thrill of finding increasingly dangerous creatures to hunt. At a small rural town he is asked to go after a particularly violent boar that roams deep in the forest by the lakeside (the townsfolk want access to the lake but the boar just. won’t. let. them).
He chases after the boar for a couple days and just as he finds the chance to take him down he finds out this is not a common animal, but a rare sort of fae that just so happens to be able to turn into a really hot boy. He is very compromised by this discovery.
And that’s it. That’s all I’ve got ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_
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watch me flesh out this au via a thousand dumb comics
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i took a break from my bad painting to doodle this equally bad.. thing
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[[ offer up your prayers, like a heathen, like a heretic ]]
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𝘗𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳...
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i retouched my old nnoites art uwu
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Here, have a NnoiTes drabble I wrote in August 2019 lmfao I’ve come a long way since this one writing wise when it comes to their characters, but I think this one is good for what it is, so I wanted to share it with y’all.
Moonlight
“Don’t leave me...”
Nnoitra went rigid, turning around in disbelief at the sound of Tesla’s voice. “What makes you think you can give me orders?” He growled, narrowing his eye at the concerned arrancar standing in the palace hallway, sleep still heavy in his eyes. “You think you’re better than me? You think you have the right to tell me what to do?”
The blond bristled, solemnly shaken by the espada’s hateful words, but expecting the venom no less, “No I do not,” He sighed, knowing he’d already dug his own grave, so there was no going back now, “I am just concerned for your wellbeing sir. I would feel more at ease if you would just stay in the palace and sleep a full night for once,”
Nnoitra’s eye narrowed impossibly further, dropping Santa Teresa and stalking over to the smaller male drenched in lividity. “Worried about my wellbeing?” He spat, wrapping his thin fingers tightly around the blond’s throat and squeezing threateningly, “You think I need to be worried about? You think I’m weak?” He was looming over him now, inky hair framing the sides of Tesla’s reddening face as he tried his best not to choke on the air that wouldn’t reach his lungs.
“No..sir,” He coughed, labored breathing making his whole body tremble, “You are the strongest espada Master Nnoitra, I merely have....a selfish interest in your state of being,” Tesla ground out, reaching up with a dark gloved hand to grip at the hand that tightened around his neck.
The espada lowered his head now, glaring face only inches from Tesla’s, “What the fuck are you talking about?” The fingers around his throat tensed slightly, not loosening or tightening but instead hardening like stone against the fraccion’s slender throat, “Why the fuck are you acting like a disobedient brat all of a sudden?”
The blond swallowed hard, giving himself an internal pep-talk before sealing his fate and crossing a line he knew shouldn’t be crossed. Closing his eyes, he willed his nerves away before leaning forwards and planting his lips upon the espada’s frowning mouth. Keeping his eyes shut tightly, he’d expected the worst, most likely in the form of his neck being snapped or his body bisected by the unforgiving blade of Santa Teresa, but neither ever came. Instead he found the fingers around his throat loosening as tentative lips began to melt against his and move in time with his own hesitantly.
The blond’s eye shot open in astonishment, watching as Nnoitra gently separated their lips and pressed his forehead against his. There was a moment of silence before Tesla finally spoke. “Master Nnoitra, if I may speak freely,” he started breathlessly, bumping his head affectionately against the other, “I neither worry for you because I think you are weak nor because I feel it my job to keep tabs on you. I merely express worry because I love you, and if you were to ever fall in battle, I can not begin to imagine the distress and anguish it would cause me. So, selfishly, I would ask that you please only use your sword for Lord Aizen’s sake and not carelessly as you have been. There are better ways to vent your frustrations. There are other ways to become stronger,”
Nnoitra exhaled, separating himself from Tesla and retrieving his sword before grabbing the smaller mans wrist in his free hand. “You’re makin’ a big fuckin’ mistake loving someone like me, you know that Tesla?” His grip on the blond trembled slightly, a sign of weakness the arrancar had never seen in the other before, “Don’t you ever act so disobedient again or I’ll kill you where you stand. You hear me?” Tesla nodded enthusiastically, even though the other stubbornly faced away from him, “Let’s go then. You’re staying in my quarters tonight. If I can’t go and battle, then your punishment will be keeping me company” Nnoitra scoffed, beginning to drag Tesla along with him.
The blond allowed himself a brief smile, “That is no punishment Master Nnoitra,” he mused, “It would be my privilege to keep your company”
The espada stopped momentarily, turning to face the shorter arrancar, “Would you shut up already?” He shrieked, his red face burning under the moonlight that fell through the windows and illuminated the small corridor, “Move your fuckin’ feet and shut your mouth. Stop saying that crap,”
Tesla couldn’t help but smile, eyeing the taller man’s blush with all the love in the world. Sure it was a rough start, punctuated by the fact he’d almost gotten himself slaughtered, but he was sure he could get used to seeing that rosy color on the face of his beloved espada. After all, he was sure he could never love another as much as he loved him.
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Isn't it lovely, all alone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home.
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Happy birthday
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the theme that always resonates me the most in stories is “the world is cruel; therefore I won’t be.”
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trust no one who proudly declares themself a mean bully but also trust no one who is adamant that they are always well-intentioned and soft
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I saw someone posting their wombo art for another fandom and figured I’d post my Ulquihime ones (2 of 2)
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