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CHARLOTTE CHUHLHOURNE independent & private sideblog low activity; written by kaiman

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oscuras​:

“Truth be told I’d prefer you didn’t address me at all. Just being in the same room as you is nauseating.” It was all too obvious to him that her mind was already cooking up some more horrific and utterly pretentious descriptions for him, and he wanted absolutely no part in it. He had already been subjected to it once, and that was enough. There was no need for him to stick around and learn just how much worse her flaccid attempts at poetry could be (and even calling it that was generous, if he were to be honest). 

He watched as she fumbled over her words and cover it up with more unnecessary pleasantries. It wouldn’t bother him hardly at all if he weren’t her current target, but unfortunately he remained in her sight with almost as razor-sharp a focus as his own. Awful.

“Do us all a favor and douse yourself, then.”

“AGH —SO COLD!”  Visibly recoiling from his sharp tongue, she relented, his cruel words ensnaring her in an unseen vise; like rose stems, wrapping around the delicate sculpt of her body, beautiful but no less deadly as they pressed thorns into her supple skin. Each utterance of his clipped reply cut more pieces from her; rough hewn marble gave way to a masterpiece, as if crafted lovingly by his very own hands. From the ashes of his rebuff, she was reborn anew —determination ablaze in every vein and ventricle of her Lover’s Heart. 

“This flame burns eternal, Dearest Friend!” she boldly declared, ignoring his defeatist warning, “Given time, I’m certain it will thaw even your icy exterior ♡”

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𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

TAGGED BY: @tureyhueco a most beautiful honor and privilege, Your Majesty ♡ TAGGING: anyone who wants!

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋:   tired eyes.   coffee stains on the table.   listening to the bustle of the city.   unmade beds.   ponytails.   sunlight seeping through the curtains.   chapped lips.   walking barefoot across the floorboards.   dusty dictionaries.  black and white reruns.   huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock.   hearing birds in the morning.   fireplaces.  falling asleep during class.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: freckled skin.   the sun rising.   watching the sea.  taking shots of the city.   historical museums.   bright eyes.   looking up at the clouds.  walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons.   tracing your fingers on the sand.  painting for hours.   staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks.   messy braids.   going to bed with your kneesocks on.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄:  dark hair.   a little sophisticated.  always observing the world around you. intricate designs.   high ceilings.  extravagant musical pieces.   dim room lights.   colorless photographs. fancy furniture.   pale skin.  hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks.   bitten nails.   candlelight dinners.   dark shades of lipstick.  

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋: chandeliers.   the clinking of a teacup mug.   laced clothing.   modern architecture.   light hair. watching the view from the terrace.   hidden birthmarks.   drinking tea in the morning.   wandering about in an empty building.   botanical gardens.  old films.  ancient marble sculptures.  expensive perfume cologne.   breakfasts in bed.   reading stories about mythology.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂:  compassion. short writings on scraps of paper.   blushed cheeks.   a bouquet of roses.   reading collections of poetry late at night.   loose hair.  carpeted floors.   attending operas.   faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky.  streetlights.   picking flowers.   dancing around in silk dresses.   scented candles.

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zombiequincy‌:

“Pretty rich for a hollow of all creatures to say I’m rancid.” 

“Scars are gross, they’re a sign that you’re a big looooooser and got your butt beat in a battle. Plus I’d rather not see more of your ‘art’, I don’t want to spoil my stomach.”

“‘Rich’, indeed! Extravagant, elegant, gorgeous, splendid, lush, fertile, exquisite, lavish, resplendent, precious, luxurious, sumptuous —Miss Charlotte Chuuhlhourne is at the center of it all! ♡” True to form, in a single graceful motion, she began to unsheathe her zanpakuto.

“There’s beauty in simplicity as well.” She said, leveling her blade, “For example, the simplicity of a Hollow souring the stomach of a Quincy! Perhaps its the apparent richness of my poisonous blood, or perhaps you’ve just eaten too much flesh today, gluttonous girl! Let us put that theory to the test, shall we?”

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“This world’s most powerful force is beauty, did you know Miss Shinigami?”

“Something that transcends realms, identity, or time and space itself! — It can be found in all forms, its shape indistinct! Which is why I must say that your zanpakuto is without a doubt, quite beautiful ♡”

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oscuras‌:

It’s rare that his face ever changes beyond its usual placidity, but the more she spoke the less he could do to repress it. 

“Charlotte,” he spoke, a sharp albeit subtle edge to his voice, “I don’t recall ever having asked for a petty and shallow evaluation of my, ‘tormented aesthetic,’ nor do I appreciate the use of such a meaningless title. Just say Ulquiorra.”

“Surely, it’s beyond my humble station to address someone of your high standing so casually! Queen of Roses though I may be, I’m still subordinate to His Majesty King Baraggan, and thus lower, but no less beautiful, compared to even the Cuarta Espada ♡”  The delicious crease of his brow, like the pristine folds of parchment upon which honeyed words and bold confessions are scripted. His dissatisfaction with her assessment left a bittersweet note lingering in the tense air between them, but she was nothing if not persistent.

“You must forgive me, L— ahem, Ulquiorra,” she dipped into a curtsy, as if to convey the depth of her sentiment, “Though when beauty calls to me, I’m but its humble herald. The flames of my passion are difficult to smother once ignited ♡”

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zombiequincy‌:

“A least my zombies don’t look like Frankenstein rejects.”

“Plus, have you seen the beefcake and hottie lieutenant I got on hand? You don’t hold a candle to them.”

“Beefcakes and apparent hotties aside, what an abhorrently rancid personality you have, Zombie Girl! —And yet there’s something satisfying about how much the rot suits you!”

“Scars are the mark of survival, are they not? There’s beauty in endurance, even beauty in death and defeat! Shall I show you my art? ♡”

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@oscuras​ / ♡’d for a starter ! 

“That lithe, slender frame; the prideful set of your shoulders, the pale expanse of moon white skin, those melancholic tears despite the utter vacancy of emotional expression... in a word, beautiful ♡ ”

"—Beauty comes in all forms! And you’ve my utmost approval of your tragic, tormented aesthetic. Well done, Lord Cifer.”

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tigrestoque‌:

It was too late for him. Her cries fell on deaf ears, mostly. He was on the verge of unconsciousness as his limp body was shaken back to wakefulness just long enough for him to sputter out, “Too… tight.” 

Realization, mingled with dawning horror, warps her visage; her once loving embrace becomes something twisted, like a deadly snare to choke the very air from within his lungs. 

“GGIO!” she cries, at once loosening her hold, cradling his head as he slumps to the floor. “COME BACK TO ME, GGIO!”

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