#tesla lindocruz

[green-apple-juice]

[rdbrainz]

never beating the arrancar fucker allegations

[otori0]

Lengthy Nnoitra Gilga analysis.

I've finally finished my Nnoitra analysis. Please give it a read, as I worked hard on it! I usually post them directly on Tumblr, but this time I wrote it on google docs because it was more comfortable to put pictures and links, so please read it through the link below:

[reikorun]

KlubOutside QA606 | QA607 | QA608 [Translation]

Translated by @reikorun

Q606.

2024.04.15

Byakuya addresses individuals outside his family either by their last name or full name, so is there some reason why he calls Renji by his first name?

A606.

It's because Rukia called him by his first name. 

Q607.

2024.04.15

In volume 35, chapter 313, there's a part where Nnoitra says in a flashback, "I want to be cut down...", but is that a scene where he was talking to Tesla rather than being a monologue to himself? If so, was Tesla the only one who knew about Nnoitra's wish (if that's the correct way to word it)? I love the flow of those scenes from the words in that flashback to the moment when Tesla collapses, and it's forever etched into my memory. 

A607.

That's correct. He's speaking to Tesla.

Q608.

2024.04.15

I'd like to ask about the change of shape in the Zanpakutō belonging to the 5th Espada, Nnoitra. In the flashbacks, during the time he was 8th Espada, there was one crescent-shaped part, but later it increased to two. What is the primary cause behind this change of shape in his Zanpakutō? I'm thinking that it involves factors such as amplifying the amount of basic Reiatsu and changes to the mind and body through training, but what do you say?

A608.

It's a change in the quantity and inherent quality of his Reiatsu. An Arrancar's sword is their power itself, so changes in Reiatsu are likely to manifest in its shape.

[raisinripe]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NNOITRA!!!! 🥳🎂🎉

[cinghialefedele]

I love both of their smiles :)

[rukiadriedhisrain]

If you do attack, I shall destroy it.

Happy Birthday to Tesla Lindocruz! [5.13]

[bleach-smashorpass]

[wing-ed-thing]

Sidekick (Tesla Lindocruz x Reader)

Synopsis: Just Fracción, you had no power when it came to the rivalry between your masters. You knew that, Tesla... not so much.

Word Count: 0.7k

Tags/Warnings: Fracción!Reader, No Reader Pronouns

Notes: Ugh still fawning over underrated characters

It wasn’t much of a fight. At least it didn’t look like it to you. It didn’t appear like one to your master, either, and yet, Tesla stood on the sidelines, ready to intervene as if he would be allowed to take a singular step onto the battlefield in the first place. 

You thought that the way he stood was funny, all straight with square shoulders and a gloved hand on the hilt of his Zanpakutō. You came up next to him to watch the battle. Your Master Nelliel fended off Nnoitra’s crescent axe with a thumb looped in the loose belt around her waist. You leaned forward, staring at Tesla from the side of your eye to gauge his reaction to the match. He gave nothing away other than the stiffening of his shoulders. You studied his eyepatch and leaned farther forward. Perhaps he didn’t see you.

“Can I help you?” he grumbled.  You let out a slight huff of satisfaction, mirroring his stance mockingly.

“Nnoitra is struggling.”

“Master Nnoitra is doing no such thing!” Tesla whipped toward you, hand now fully gripped around the hilt of his Zanpakutō, ready to draw at any moment. The motion didn’t escape you. Your eyes flickered downward, but a deep sigh ultimately overtook you as you fluttered to the sand below.

Tesla blinked, taken aback as you situated yourself among the white grains. You sat on the side of your thigh, leaning on one of your palms as you drew reishi pictures in the sand. The shapes glowed. Tesla frowned, watching as you smoothed out the particles.

“What are you doing?” he asked curtly. You glanced over to the match to your right, just in time to see Nnoitra go tumbling by the sheer force of Nelliel’s sword. He left a lengthy skidmark as he was enveloped by the white substrate below. You turned back to your little drawings. 

“This is going to take a while,” you sighed absentmindedly. “What are you going to do, Sidekick? It’s not like Nnoitra would let you intervene anyway.” 

Tesla looked at the field as you did. Nnoitra was bleeding from the shoulder, and Nelliel was already walking away. But despite his injuries, Nnoitra had already begun charging with his weapon, splashing sand behind him, only to be struck down again. Tesla studied you a moment more before he sat down with you. 

He sat with his legs crossed, letting his elbows rest on his knees as his back bent with the slightest slouch. His Verruga drew a long line in the sand by Tesla’s hip. You drew four diagonal lines between you and another four across them in the opposite direction.

“Do you know how to play?”

“Yes, I know.”

“First move is yours.” You clasped your hands in your lap, watching the board. Tesla didn’t make a motion to play, studying you intently instead. He scowled, sitting up the slightest bit in alert. 

“Why would you give me the first move?” he asked assusingly. Tesla crossed his arms over his chest, his brow furrowing in annoyance. You shrugged, running over one of the lines that didn’t fully form in the sand. 

“Our masters are the ones with the rivalry, Tesla. I have no ill will against you.” 

Tesla met your eye, watching you closely before he ultimately gave in and played the first move. 

By the time Nnoitra had enough, you and Tesla had made it through at least five games. He had relaxed some, bent ankles spread on either side of your game board with his head on his palm. Nnoitra barked Tesla’s name, causing him to jump.

“Tesla! Get over here; we’re leaving.” 

“Coming, Master Nnoitra!” Tesla scrambled up, smudging a quarter of your game with his boot. He did a trouble-take, almost freezing where he stood as he glanced briefly back to where you sat on the sand. Tesla’s lips parted and then closed. A nearly inaudible strangled sound stalled in his throat as he whipped back toward Nnoitra. 

“We’ll do a tie-breaker next time,” you said, dusting yourself off as you stood. You offered a slight smile and a nod. The corners of Tesla’s mouth threatened to turn upward.

“Tesla!” Nnoitra shouted somewhere in the background in a rage. Tesla jumped, turning on his heel to follow after his master. 

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Notes: The itch to go back to my Szayel series slowly creeping

[hum-potatis]

I'm currently working really hard on this NnoiTes comic, so here is one of the panels you are going to see in it

[arrancxr]

#92 for Tesla where reader is rewarding for being such a good boy by making him come over and over again with all kinds of stimulations to his parts whether it be toys, fingerfucking and/or rimming until he is all shaky and teary eyed

92. “I can’t— please— I can’t—"

At first, Tesla thinks that the plastic toy is vastly inferior to your fingers. It’s wider, reaches deeper, and holds a perfectly angled curve with no extra effort on your part, but it still can’t compare to your touch. Without the familiar warmth of human skin, your pulse subtly pounding under each fingertip, the sensation of being filled doesn’t feel right at all. 

It’s bearable, though, and your enthusiastic insistence that he’ll enjoy the results is more than enough reason to tolerate the strange, cool weight inside of him. Just being pinned under your eager, lustful gaze has his body snapping to attention— flushing with arousal and the hope of more. 

“I’m gonna turn it on now, okay?” you ask. Tesla nods. “Tap me twice if you really need it to stop. Otherwise, it’ll last until I decide you’re done.”

That part, the near-threat, is what has him shivering with anticipation. You’re so very gentle with him, and while that’s a precious mercy, on its own, Tesla can’t help but look forward to your rare moments of cruelty. 

You reach down, adjust something on the base of the toy—

—and vibration shocks up his nerves with no more warning than that. Tesla tenses. Muffles a shout by clenching his jaw until it aches. The intensity resembles agony, but bright and fast and making every muscle below his waist try to spasm away from the source. He barely resists the instinct to reach for you and hold on, instead squeezing his good eye shut against the rapid surge of pleasure threatening to drag him over the edge.

Your palm comes to rest on his lower stomach, just barely above the flushed, leaking head of his cock, rubbing slow, up-and-down lines as if that would soothe the spasming muscles there. “How’s it feel, sweetheart?” you ask, in an affectionately teasing tone that has his insides clenching harder.

“I-Intense—” is all he can say before the tension snaps. Your palm presses down just slightly, and Tesla comes with a strangled wail. 

When the last aftershocks of orgasm fade, it only gets worse. His nerves feel twice as sensitive, but there’s no relief. No momentary escape like when you ease off and allow a few moments for him to recover.

Instead, the vibrations stay constant and paralyzingly strong. Tesla tries to will himself through it— but you reach down again and wiggle the toy’s base, and the resulting bolt of sensation feels nearly like being stabbed. More fluid drools out of his cock as if forced from the inside, joining the pale, sticky mess already painted over his skin from when he came. 

“T-Turn it off—!” he yelps in surrender. “I c-can’t—, please—! T-Too much—!” He swears he can feel another orgasm building already.

You just keep petting his stomach. “No. That’s not two taps, so you’re not done yet. And I think you deserve to come again. Right, my good boy?”

He could make it stop. Two taps, like you said, and your merciful, human self would keep your word. Tesla doesn’t doubt that, and yet— the praise has him flushing dizzily with an entirely different kind of heat. He can endure this torture for a little longer, if that’ll make you say it again.

[incorrctbleach]

Nnoitra: Quick Tesla, without thinking, if you could have anything in the world right now, what would it be?

Tesla: Uhhh... More time for thinking.

[fascinationex]

They're hostile to interruptions.

[basilsimp43]

Nnoitra: Your existence is confusing.

Tesla: How so?

Nnoitra: Your presence is incredibly annoying but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me.

[nando161mando]

Surely shareholders can sue right?

[heinrichmey]

Ok, whose idea was to give Nnoitra and Tesla the most soft and romantic opening to cover? I've been listening to it for ages and just now decided to read the translation. They literally are saying "I'm sorry" and "I love you", hello? What is it, is it my soul crushing or what

"Ranbu no melody", people