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About me!

Hello! My name is charlize but you can call me char for short!

I go by she/her

I love to edit

My fav colors are pink, green, and brown

I’m latina 🇩🇴&🇵🇷

My fav music genres are rn&b, kpop, pop, jazz :)

I love making friends! So my messages are always open!

This blog is a safe zone :)

I listen to audios like Zsakuva, Nora asmr, and mai’s underground asmr!

Okay! Thats a little bit about me! Ily and have a beautiful blessed day/night🤍

#zsakuva #get to know me #asmr #boyfriend asmr #need moots

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𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑗𝑜𝑦.

𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒.

𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡.

𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒.

𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦.

𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠.

𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠.

dulcielo

drippyeagerr

𝓧𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓼 𝔁 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚑𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜! 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚊 𝚡𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜! 𝚂𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚕. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚌!

@maymaybe4

“So Renesmee is the daughter of a vampire and a human?” Xanthus asks confusingly. You had the lovely idea of showing Xanthus twilight and you have to admit, it's funny as fuck. “Mhm!” You nod. “But that's impossible, we can't procreate” he says, shaking his head. “Xanthus! Stop being a buzz kill! Renesmee is half human-half vampire and that's final!” You say, clearly happy it's getting to him.

You could almost see the clogs turning in his head. “Shows always portray us horribly” he says, shaking his head. “Xanthus, this made my teenage years, I was in love with edward” you say, trying to convince him that this show is good.

“You were in love with that thing?” He says, pointing at the paused screen. “We are not that pale, and why is he sparkling?” Xanthus asks. “Because the sun is reflecting off his skin” you try to explain. “But that's not what happens” he says in rebuttal. “Mind you, this show was made by people who don't know vampires exist, give them some credit!” You tell him.

“That’s fair, but who would ever think of this” he asks. “Uhhh, Stephenie Meyer?” You gasp as you stare at him with disgust. “So she's who to blame for these harmful stereotypes”

“Xanthus, be fucking for real. At least they got the bond thing right” You say, pointing at the tv screen. “Yes but they got the child thing absolutely incorrect” Xanthus explains with valor. “OMG! Xanthus, if we ever adopt a kid could we name them Renesmee, Carlisle, Alice, Edward, Jasper or Bella?” You plead. “Absolutely not” he shakes his head. “But Renesmee is such a pretty name” you frown.

“It may be pretty but I don't like where it comes from, it's an embarrassment to my kind” he says whilst rubbing his forehead. “It's just a name!” You say crossing your arms.

He may be annoyed now, but if you ask again, he'll say yes.

dollsprincesa

I love this so muchhhh! 🤭😖

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𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

enchanted-adelina

"shut up. just shut up." 𝜗ৎ rhett x ascendant (reader) for: @unwashed-dishes

𝜗ৎ cw: honestly this is purely a tiny crack fic. i'm sorry for nothing. i love this man and will be writing about him in the future.

River water mixed with Intacia's fertile soil is what's to blame for the squelching under your feet as you step forward, a heightened sense of vigilance as the dark jungle engulfs you in the energy that feeds the power you hold.

"Witch," a deep toned voice calls from a few feet in front of you, darkness making it rather difficult to make out the man you knew was with you, so it didn't really matter anyway.

"If you can speak to me, hunter, you can get me a damn lantern." Your tone is playful as you breathe out, attempting to steady yourself and avoid slipping on the muddy water. The Baroness would've winced at the mere imagination of being in this position.

"I'm not above killing you even if that means I die as well, Witch. How many times need I remind you that you are my captive -"

"Us dying together? Like, Titanic style? Romantiiiiiic, I'm down."

Rhett furrows his brows, annoyance overriding every other emotion you've invoked in the past hour - hell, even thirty minutes. "That's not even how Titanic happen-" he cuts himself off with a deeply comtemplative sigh, the word romantic, hitting him directly in the chest. "As I was trying to say, we have just about a mile left."

Bringing a hand to your chest, you sarcastically clutch pearls. "I was just starting to get emotionally attatched. How is it that my timing continues to get worse? You're like... an embodied bad omen."

You'd been making jokes and subtle innuendos your entire trip, realizing that it was the one thing that truly got under Rhett's skin, and you'd not-so-secretly secretly reveled in the light dusty rose that painted his cheeks every time.

Rhett, rolling his eyes, grumbles out an exhausted "Goddess" before turning to you, feet planted firm and frame intimidating by first glance. "You are such a brat. Shut up. Just shut up."

Dramatically flinching backward like you'd been struck, you sarcastically pout. Craning your neck up, you tilt your head before enunciating with hand movement. "'Kay, re-fucking-lax." You make it a point to look him up and down with the most deadpan look you can mock from him.

The man was stone, truly. His monotone presence seemed to carry a thousand other ones, all dripping into each other and thus making him somewhat indescribable.

So, in the rare moments the witch hunter showed emotion that wasn't pure disdain, you naturally kept note of it. It became sort of like a game to you. What else was there to do? Contemplate your last words before you stood trial?

Admittedly, you hadn't understood why the said disdain existed in the first place. While Rhett had given you a brief, emotionally charged rundown, his failure to let you speak your truth left you confused. Yet... a variant of sympathy had subtly settled into your chest. You'd hadn't necessarily learned your history. I mean, you'd remembered what you were told; but other than that, you'd never felt like you'd needed to.

A faint memory crossed your mind, promptly shutting your mouth, which Rhett silently thanked his lucky stars for.

"Good. You're finally listening."

Ahem. Not-so-silently.

Anyway, your mind was caught up in your perception of his emotions. It was rare you ever saw it, after all. Living in the Empire and whatnot. Raw anger that was obviously very complex in the sense it wasn't reserved just for you. Rhett's eyes, too, were swimming with memories that looked like they hurt to hold.

Huh. While you're actively kidnapped, sauntering through this lively forest that is imminently leading to your death, you're thinking about and trying to sort out your kidnappers emotions. Right...Maybe both you and Rhett should both be formally evaluated. You, for stockholm syndrome. Rhett, for whatever the hell it's called when you enjoy and find clarity killing people.

"And I'm not using a lantern because I'd prefer not to draw the attention of the animals who have an unwavering craving for human flesh." Rhett refutes your earlier statement with a flat tone, continuing forward.

"...That’s exactly how you lure other kinds of predators."

Despite it being dark, you know there's a vain on Rhett's forhead about to pop.

𝜗ৎ a's notes : the listeners personality is a bit melodramatic here, but i'm still trying to get a feel for her and rhett! this is lowkey just purely silly, sorry for the wait. also blog redo again!

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𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 ♡

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𝑖 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡:

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡. 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ♡