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True Beauty~
His Majesty Baraggan Louisenbairn's Magnificent Miraculous Wonderful Beautiful Super Sexy Sweet Exotic Erotic Athletic Adorable Stupendous Tremendous Glamorous fracción Charlotte Chuhlhourne. Affiliated with Narubleachrpcentre
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WHERE IS MY JIRIRICHAN I MISS MY JIRIRICHAN
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#JIRIRICHAN IF YOURE CHEATING ON ME#IM GOING TO IRON THOSE FLORAL APPLIQUES TO YOUR FACE#WHILE YOU SLEEP
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SPLAT! You just got snowballed! Welcome to the snowball fight of 2013! Okay so here's how it works, just say three to five random things about yourself then go anon and snowball your five favorite blogs. If you get snowballed again you CANNOT snowball any blogs you've snowballed before, except if you're out of blogs to snowball. Have fun!
Charlotte spun in a flurry of effeminate anger and pastel pink glitter, frothy curls clumped with dirty snow.
"Y-YOU! HOW DARE YOU RUIN MY HAIR?!??!!??? TAKE THIS! BEAUTIFUL CHARLOTTE CHUHLHOURNE FINAL HOLY SPARKLE HOLY WONDER PRETTY SUPER MAGNUM SEXY SEXY GLAMOROUS CERO!!!!”
ooc; 2013 wow sorry ive been gone
1 charlotte is queen 2 bow to your queen3 weep bitterly for you will never be as magnificent as your queen
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Secretary Voting is Open
#is it too late to submit an application~#just imagine the secretary work#high heels pencil skirts coiffed hair mnn
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"Going!! --GOING HOME WITH US!"
Charlotte did a twirl, and brought the kitty close to his heart.
"My precious Sasha-Natasha-Latasha-Anna-Marie-Scufflebutton-Snookiewookums~!! You are going to love your new housie-wousie!! I'll buy you lots of lacy bonnets and pretty stockings~ Ooh, we can match!"
He danced off with the unfortunate creature held aloft.
"JIRIRI-CHAN!" Charlotte gasped, horrified, pressing a delicate palm to his breast. "I would never!! Sasha-Natasha-Latasha-Anna-Marie-Scufflebutton-Snookiewookums here stole me!! She stole my heart~!"
"Hey~ Girls love pussycats, Jiriri-chan~! Take it from me!! You will be oh-so-popular with Sasha-Natasha-Latasha-Anna-Marie-Scufflebutton-Snookiewookums purring away on your arm~!”
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JIRIRICHAN YOU CANNOT ESCAPE ME
Standing stag-like, chest thrust, slender fists on graceful hips as a cascade of luscious dark curls undulated in the wind, Charlotte guarded the entrance to their building for his old friend and roommate much like some glittery mythical deity. He could not wait to spot the man and show off his festive decorations. Such excitement! Such festivity! The fraccion could not help himself; there was nothing like this back in Hueco Mundo!
"HAPPY CHRIST, JIRIRI-CHAN!" he bellowed into the distance at the approaching shape which might have been his fellow professor, might have been a tree. Made no difference; he still looked beautiful.
Unbeknownst to the Princess, he was situated squarely beneath a hearty clump of enchanted mistletoe.
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peeping-sage replied to your post:
"You ironed these on!? Sheesh, now I’ll have a buy a fresh of sheets again, its only been a month since I crawled into bed to find it covered in tan lotion. You have to cut these shenanigans out… Charlotte."
"Tan lotion?" Charlotte pressed a finger to plush lips, contemplative. "Hmm~ No tan lotion! That might be body grease! I'm 40% sure!! Or maybe, Jiriri-chan, you've been up to other things? Without my knowing?"
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Beyond excited for his first day of teaching, Charlotte had arrived to class more than a few hours early, whistling a jazzy little number as he bustled about his classroom, setting up various posters and frilly decor. He considered striking a pose to impress his future students—how should he do it? On the desk, legs propped up, rose in between plush pink lips? Hands on hips, chest thrust forward, luscious locks waving in the wind from the industrial fan? Or maybe—
Deciding that he would just wow them with his teaching ability as much as his beauty, when class time drew near, Charlotte perched eagerly in the teacher’s desk, brilliant smile plastered across his face as he awaited the inevitable flood of students. 8:50 AM.
As the clock ticked off the seconds, the chipper expression faltered only slightly. 9:00 AM.
The students had probably overslept. Monday mornings were a chore, after all.
9:10 AM.
Well, maybe they had gotten lost as well!!
9:30 AM.
"WHERE ARE THOSE IGNORANT PLAIN-JANE STUDENTS OF MINE?? I SWEAR TO LORD BARAGGAN I WILL FAIL EACH AND EVERY ONE OF TH—"
At that moment, the door clicked open, and the fraccion cut his distinctly un-beautiful moment short, lest his new students catch him in an usually rare position.
"Heeeeelllloooooooo ladies!"
"Oh~! Well, hello there! You must be one of my students!! Welcome to fashion and design, dearest! I am afraid your fellow students have overslept thus far, but we don’t have to wait for them~! Why don’t you have a seat and we'll get started?"
And Charlotte positively sparkled.
First Day at Iwakiri (open)
Walking from his dorm he could barely make heads or tails of where he was at or where he was supposed to go. He was constantly flipping the map sideways, to the right, upside down trying to figure out exactly which direction he was going.
"WHERE THE HECK IS THIS CLASS?!?"
that was his final outburst til he finally stopped at a door with a number on it that matched the one on his schedule. He looked at it curiously and stared at the door. Maybe the sign had been ripped down for the class or something? Either way he shrugged it off and bursted through the door.
"Heeeeelllloooooooo ladies!"
He shouted eyes closed and a cheeky smile plastered across his face.
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ooc;
YOU GO MOMMA UCHACHA WORK IT WORK IT
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"While I understand that it's just your way of... being nice... I'd appreciate if you stopped sewing fabric flowers onto my bedsheets. I'm afraid its not exactly my personal taste, so if you could remove them, I would be most grateful..."
"Sewing on fabric flowers?"
"While that sounds like something absolutely lovely to do, I’m afraid I have no clue what you’re talking about~!" Charlotte brandished an unplugged iron. "I only use the iron-on type!!”
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flakyleaf replied to your post:Don't Drop the Soap || (open)
ooc; what did i just read
ooc; pure sess ; *
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Don't Drop the Soap || (open)
Glistening rivulets of perspiration dripped down honeyed skin and chiseled abdominals as the graceful gait of bared, delicate feet traced imperceptible steps from the exit of the gymnasium to the frigid tile of the communal shower area. With a heartfelt, deep-chested exhale, Charlotte stretched wiry limbs with leisure through the darkened space of the bathing facility, thick lashes squeezing shut as he savored the loosening of weary tendons. Another productive bout of training; he was keeping in top shape for whenever His Majesty returned, ready to serve his lord at any moment's notice.
Finishing his yawn, the arrancar made his way around the stockade, preferring the stronger, hotter showerheads on the other side. No one else was around, so he'd no reason to waste the warm water!
Rounding the corner as he dropped his towel, Charlotte was surprised to meet another face already situated at his favorite spot.
"Oh~!" he exclaimed, not at all displeased, "Company! How nice~" He skipped up to the adjacent shower, turning up the handle as far as it would go. Satisfied with the barrage of boiling water, he spun to face his most fortunate companion.
"Why, hello there~! Fancy meeting you here!"
#ooc; will do anything to avoid studying for finals uvu#nbrpc open#either gender is fine charlotte doesnt mind being in the wrong bathroom ovo
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"If you don't want her, I will take her~! I have no idea where my darling Sasha-Natasha-Latasha-Anna-Marie-Scufflebutton-Snookiewookums went, but I'm sure she'll be thrilled to come home to a little sister~!"
i make no empty threats.
[chucks @]
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"JIRIRI-CHAN!" Charlotte gasped, horrified, pressing a delicate palm to his breast. "I would never!! Sasha-Natasha-Latasha-Anna-Marie-Scufflebutton-Snookiewookums here stole me!! She stole my heart~!"
"Hey~ Girls love pussycats, Jiriri-chan~! Take it from me!! You will be oh-so-popular with Sasha-Natasha-Latasha-Anna-Marie-Scufflebutton-Snookiewookums purring away on your arm~!"
"BUT JIRIRI-CHAN, SHE’S YOUR BIRTHDAY PRESENT!!"
"HOW CAN YOU SAY NO TO SUCH A SWEET LITTLE KITTY FACE?"
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"BUT JIRIRI-CHAN, SHE'S YOUR BIRTHDAY PRESENT!!"
"HOW CAN YOU SAY NO TO SUCH A SWEET LITTLE KITTY FACE?"
"LOOK WHO FOLLOWED ME HOME!!"
"CAN WE KEEP HER JIRIRI-CHAN. PLEEEEAAAASSEEEEE?"
"Definitely not Charlotte, you wouldn’t want the poor owner getting worried. They clearly care a lot about their pets if they’re willing to go so far as to buy them shoes and clothing."
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Plucked away most rudely right in the middle of his twice daily beauty sleep, Charlotte was not a happy camper to awaken not in his nest of lace and over-stuffed pillows but in a squalor of mud and rotted flesh. Ew, ew, ew, ew! Charlotte was no stranger to putrid meat, (an unfortunate side-effect of hollow-hood that he really preferred to gloss over), but this was just nasty.
Wrinkling his nose in a most delicate manner, the arrancar daintily stood up and brushed the grime off the seat of his silk bathrobe, merely succeeding in smearing the filth even further. Oh, bother.
A low, baying voice sounded further on, tripping Charlotte's visceral instinct, which launched his hand towards the hilt of his soul cutter, only to grasp empty air--
And then click.
Suddenly, Charlotte couldn't feel the air, couldn't feel other presences, couldn't feel himself.
He could, however, feel the weight of cold metal dangling from his wrist, far sharper and less comfortable than any diadem or silver bracelet.
Seafoam eyes darted down in alarm, catching the glint of the cuff--handcuff--and then traced the brace to the other end--
Before Charlotte could screech in relief at the familiar face and opened his mouth to spew a veritable litany of questions and concerns when he was most rudely cut off.
"Charlotte what have you done!?”
"?? Jiriri-chan, what--you don't think I did this, do you?" He was injured that his beloved roommate would think in such a way, and a splayed palm on his chest conveyed his heartbreak. "I don't even know where we are!! One minute, I was taking my power nap, and next thing I know, I'm handcuffed to you!"
The fraccion wagged his finger as if lecturing a particularly naughty dog.
"Not that I mind, because this has happened before, but I usually like to be notified beforehand if you would like to indulge in this particular kink! I do not take to surprise bondage very well!"
Disintegration Part 2 || Jiraiya + Charlotte || roomies
"Sheesh, when will this nightmare end!?" the Sage cried, still running from several of what seemed to be undead humans. This whole catastrophe had started only a few hours earlier, after waking up in what appeared to be an abandoned city, Jiraiya had thought he’d hit the jackpot when he’d seen what appeared to be a young lady with one of the sweetest asses he’d ever seen. However, upon tapping the young girls shoulder in order to gain her attention, it appeared the force from his tapping was enough to dislodge the extremity from her torso entirely. Still in shock from this occuring, the Sage was in for even more of a surprise when the face that turned to him had blood trickling from the sockets of the no-longer-existent eyes, and the jaw completely unaccounted for. Not the sexy minx he’d been hoping for.
Now, several hours later, he found himself still on the run from the demonic dame, who in turn had recruited a few comrades of her own. While he’d usually not be bothered by several young women chasing after him, after one had attempted to bite out his jugular, he became reasonably turned off by the undead broads.
Rounding a corner, he had only seconds to hide before the zombies would follow suit. Spying a nearby alleyway, he quickly darted inside, crouching behind a dumpster. As his chasers obliviously ran past, a small exhale of relief was released, yet it was to be short lived. As a familiar smell permeated the air, a feminine giggle echoed throughout the alleys followed by a less familiar click. Spotting the shackle now firmly around his wrist, his expression quickly changed to one of fear as the gravity of his newfound situation quickly set in.
"Charlotte what have you done!?”
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