#I MEAN WHO SAID THAT 💥🔫🔫💥💥💥🔫💥💥🔫

[diodellet]

truly, all a guy has to do is show his pits and shoulders, and my attention is: seized. girlie is bewildered, transfixed, mesmerized if u will.

[finniestoncrane]

HELLO I'm in love with the way you write for Cooper 😩👏💝fix idea: I was thinking he's DEFINITELY somebody who doesn't care who he looks anymore, but is still aware that he's got that CHARM yano, but maybe the reader is just "wow your eyes are so pretty" and he fuckin BLUSHES (Mr cooper Howard aka Mr ghoul cowpoke absolutely keels over cus somebody said he was puuuurrtty) 💥💥💥🔫 just all "shut your pie hole girlie" and shes 😏😏😏 ok handsome

Can Ghouls Blush?

Cooper Howard x GN!Reader, word count: 1k aaaaah thank you ;-; also i love this, i love the idea of flustering that horrible boy omg 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: some threats (imean it's cooper), guns, mostly fluff though!

“I know time means very little to someone who has been around for two hundred years, but how much longer are you gonna be?”

Cooper’s voice echoed out from the main room of the abandoned building you had slept in. From the bathroom, you could hear the frustration, despite his attempts to soften it up. He had no time for fun, no time for relaxing. It was survival and sweating, or nothing at all. But you could tell he had tried to soften it up a little, just for you. His irritation was still so obvious however, even as he offered you a playful roll as he approached the door, catching your eye in the reflection of the cracked mirror.

“Just a sec, then we can head out.”

The old hairbrush you had found by the sink was a well-received miracle. A little bit of normality, a chance to tidy yourself up somewhat.

“I just think it’s a waste of time is all. Preening for the Wasteland. I mean, who are you trying to impress out there? You already got the best catch.”

He flicked the brim of his hat with his gloved fingers, grinning wide, yellowed teeth bared at you as he ran his tongue along his bottom lip.

“That’s exactly the problem. I have to make sure I look good to keep up with you, handsome.”

Your hand stroked along his cheek, a brief moment of eye contact as you walked past him towards the door of the bathroom and back out to the front of your temporary shelter.

“Handsome, huh?”

His voice seemed so much lighter now, more so than you had ever really heard before. And as you turned, you noticed the slight smile on his weathered lips, cheeks pulling up at the corners, eyes glinting as he stared straight back at you.

“Uh… yeah. You’re a very handsome guy, Coop.”

You almost had your fingers on the door knob, ready to leave for the start of your day, when you realised that you couldn’t feel Cooper’s presence behind you. Turning to see what was holding him up, you caught something in his eyes. A look of confusion, almost. Surprise. Disbelief. And a little bit of what you could swear was embarrassment. All this time together. Sleeping in each other’s arms, protecting each other from danger. Had you really never expressed to him your attraction? You had just assumed he knew. You spent long enough staring lustfully at him, it was surely a given. So you worried there was something else to it.

“What’s wrong, Cooper?”

“Nothing, I just… I was used to being called handsome, long time ago… not so much these days.”

As you stepped back towards him, closing the short distance, you could make out his expression much better, realising how astute your previous observation had been.

“Oh my god… Coop, are you blushing?”

He raised one finger, narrowing his brows as he tried to hide the endearing glee, offering you a forced stern look as he spoke.

“Don’t start playin’ stupid with me, you know I am not.”

Biting your lip, a mischievous smile forming, you gripped the lapels of his duster, teasing him as you stroked your thumb along one of his ridged, warm cheeks.

“Why, I didn’t even know big tough cowboys could blush, especially not the more ghoulish ones.” Can they blush? I'll need a closer look."

His fingers were tight around your wrist, gripping you fast and firm. He was trying so hard to maintain his tough exterior, but you could tell there was something softer in there that longed to come out, or at the very least, was desperate for someone to notice it. It was so obvious, even as he lowered his voice and growled at you.

“You turn around right now and start walkin’ out that door.”

Cooper took a step forwards, an attempt to regain his control of the situation, to push you towards doing his will, but you brought your hand up and laid your palm against his chest.

“Wait, just a second…”

It was nice to see him in this light. His confidence was always the dominant feature in his peronality, and it rarely wavered, if at all. But to know there were aspects of himself that he wasn't as sure of, and to know you could render him a little flustered just by complimenting them, made you smile. A grin that was returned by Cooper as you gazed into his warm, brown eyes.

"What is it you're lookin' for now, huh? You find it?"

"Yeah... turns out they can blush."

You turned quickly from him, practically skipping back towards the door of your temporary shelter, ready for another day of survival, this time tinted with a little more joy than usual. Your smile only grew wider as you heard Cooper, catching up with you, still trying to cover his embarrassment with the strained, empty aggressive threat that he chased you with.

"Now I will shoot you, you know that? You're pushing your luck today and we ain't even done anythin' yet."

But when he was certain you weren’t going to turn back around, he let himself smile a little. A soft glow in his eyes as he allowed himself to remember who he was, really. The kind of man that resided deep down inside, buried by years of solitude in the deep, dark ground, of struggling to adjust to the world. And struggling to adjust to himself. Even just a tiny reminder that, despite his charms and the charisma that tended to pull people in, that there was a bit of his old self left. That despite everything, despite who he had become, both physically and emotionally, someone might look at him with something other than fear first. With kindess, or lust. Or even love. That was enough to help him cling to the memories and look to the future with just the tiniest bit of hope, something he hadn’t felt in such a long time.

“You comin’, handsome?”

He smiled, biting his lip to curtail the spread of the easy grin.

“You bet.”

[rosietrace]

Jealous Girl

(Central) Characters Featured: Camilla Marigold, Mitch Reiss

↳ { Mitch belongs to @/authoruio }

Others mentioned/featured: Davidson Novellion, Neige Leblanche

Pairing: Camilla Marigold & Mitch Reiss

Event: Valentine's Day 2024 💌

↳ Type: Non-requested Oneshot! 「 Displaying Jealousy 」

Synopsis: He wasn't hers, and neither was she his. So why was it that when Mitch spent more time with people who weren't her, Camilla wanted to turn them to stone?

Warning(s): Camilla /j /j, Cami's a bitch but what else is new, Neige is oblivious to all 😔, Mitch thinks Cami's a witch but you just need to replace a letter- 💥🔫, potentially ooc

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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Camilla never got jealous. She always told herself (and others) that, and usually she's entirely truthful about that fact about herself, in particular.

While Camilla was never the most honest among her peers, when it came to how she expressed herself — especially around people she considered ‘friends’ — she's an open book.

Unfortunately for the students of Royal Sword Academy, it seemed most of the student body had to walk around with a blindfold over their eyes; Camilla Marigold’s in a sour mood and that never ended well.

It was during lunchtime when Camilla spotted Mitch. The girl was quite enamored with the young man, and it wasn't hard to see why.

Mitch was… Well, Mitch was a lot of things, and one of those things was that he happened to be Cami's type.

Tall — taller than she was —, spoke his mind, pushed himself to his limits, intelligent (to some degree), and had an attractive face.

… Okay, maybe the details were pretty vague about why Camilla was attracted to him other than his looks, but trust that she liked him for more than that!!

Anyway! To transition into a more important topic, Camilla leaned against her table, grumbling to herself with narrowed eyes.

Neige had taken it upon himself to give Mitch some company, babbling about boring kinds of topics like… Whatever it is bland prince charmings like Neige talked about.

Ugh, Camilla hissed beneath her breath, the scales beneath her uniform beginning to itch. That little brat just doesn't know when to shut up, huh?...

“Are you watching Mitch again?”

Camilla released a large hiss, her hair on the brink of turning into her gossip-loving serpents. Upon seeing that it was just Davis — “blander than his color palette” — Novellion, Camilla just rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to Mitch and Neige.

“None of your business,” she retorted. Then she processed what Davis said before. “Also- What do you mean, again?”

“I thought it was obvious.” Davis was a lot of things, but at least he and his pompous ass knew what boundaries were and didn't try making himself comfortable on Camilla's table. “You like him.”

She hissed again. “I do not!”

“You do.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“Do not!”

“I'm not having this conversation with you,” Davis exhaled, exasperation evident in the way he carried himself.

Probably because of that jousting incident last week, Camilla elicited a series of pitiful yet disgusted sounds at Davis' injured arm hanging from its cast.

That wasn't important, however. A different story for a different day. Whatever Davidson Novellion had going on in his life wasn't any of her business.

“Just-” Whatever words tried to get out of Camilla, she preferred not getting in trouble for offending a prince. “Just leave. Seriously, just leave.”

Davis gave her a knowing look, then shrugged his shoulders, letting them relax once he walked away from Camilla's isolated lunch table.

Not before telling her one last thing, though.

“If you think you were being subtle about your jealousy, Marigold, do keep in mind that you were never good at being subtle.”

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Camilla wasn't the jealous type!

Whatever nonsense Davis was spouting, that's all it was. Nonsense. Camilla wasn't petty enough to stoop down to that level!

To prove any accusers wrong, she decided to try and be nice for once! Approaching Neige and Mitch with her best attempt at a polite smile.

A half-assed attempt to convince Mitch she wasn't someone to be wary of, but an attempt nonetheless.

“Leblanche!” Camilla ran up to Neige with a hearty grin, nearing the urge to gag at the way she ran like a befreckled lovestruck schoolgirl.

Neige turned to face her, that sickeningly sweet smile of his never seeming to fade. “Ah, Mari! It's so good to see you again!”

“Yes, quite!...” Camilla clasped her hands together, her smile painfully close to twitching away. She looked to Mitch, trying to gauge a reaction out of his impassively handsome face and getting next to none.

She harrumphed, pushing past Neige to stand before Mitch, face to face.

Mitch’s eyebrow raised in suspicion. “What is it that you want, Camilla?”

“Aha,” she smiled, cocking her head to one side and feigning coyness with him. “I'm not sure I get what you mean, Reiss.”

“Your presence isn’t welcoming.”

“I'd beg to differ, but I suppose we all have our opinions.”

“Your smile. It's-”

Her grin widened, and eyelashes batted at him. “Dazzling?”

Mitch straightened his stance. “Half-assed.” There remained his no-nonsense, emotionless expression.

Oh, how I wish to kiss you, Camilla thought whilst looking into his eyes. And strangle you all the same.

“So!” Neige just had to chime in, didn't he? “Mari, did you need something?”

“Yes, actually!” Camilla grit her teeth, her attitude becoming notably less sly and more forcefully cheerful.

“I've been meaning to spend some time with Mitch.”

Her gaze wanted to meet Mitch's, her smile having turned genuine with a simple turn of her head towards him. “If he would care to join me.”

“Oh! I'm sure Mitchy wouldn't-”

“That won't be necessary.”

Ah. It seems Neige was delighted by the prospect that needn't involve him, yet Mitch? Not so much.

“Oho? Why is that?” With her patience wearing thin, Camilla's attention remained solely on Mitch. Whatever Neige had to say could wait to be processed later.

Mitch sure wasn't persuaded. Then again, he never was when it came to Camilla's venom-laced tongue. “I'm sure you know exactly why.”

“I don't quite follow,” one step forward.

Another step forward. “I believe that to be false.”

“Is that so?” Camilla's smile faltered. Just the slightest bit closer, and Mitch could note the detail of scales on her neck. Perhaps even feel her breath against his chin.

“I'd prefer keeping things brief,” Mitch began escorting Neige far, far away from her. “But after what had gone down during VDC, I don't feel inclined to leave Neige to his own devices.”

“Apologies, but I must decline your offer.”

That didn't feel, nor sound, like an apology.

Camilla watched, with an inferno of aggravation lighting up in her eyes, as Mitch and Neige’s silhouettes slowly became colored shapes in the distance.

Her unique magic activated all on its own, mostly due in part to the way her emotions were affecting her current state of mind.

Her golden blonde locks lifted, the feeling all but unnerving when they melded together and became the serpents she both loved and despised.

“Oh, my darlings,” she whispered, practically hissed. A poor try at recovering her bearings. “You won't believe the gall of that man…”

No one dared draw near Camilla, especially not with her serpents around. Eye contact became something to avoid, and any greetings from friends were all but brief — no matter her efforts, Camilla couldn't help but tempt fear into the hearts of her peers.

She grit her teeth as she entered the comfort of her bedchambers. One of her many ways of relaxing was to hold one of her rifles.

Not shooting it, not loading it with ammunition, not even toying around with it… All she had to do was just hold it. And she felt content.

But a plethora of thoughts came to mind. Many of them unwanted, particularly in the topic of impassive little Mitch; A man who wasn't quite so little.

Camilla laid down on her bed, wrapping a blanket around and curling up pathetically — repeating the same words in her head like it was some mantra.

I am not a jealous girl.

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She wasn't jealous!!

Camilla was a lot of things: Hypocritical, cunning, a bit too persistent for comfort, but not jealous!

With a need to blow off steam after that encounter with Neige and Mr. “I must decline your offer”, Camilla went to the beach that stood near RSA’s campus building.

With her pistols in hand, she swung and spun them around between her fingers — taking deep and heavy breaths to allow a sense of calm to wash over her.

That was when she began firing shots.

There wasn't much land or transportation near Sage Island. It was one of the reasons why Camilla was being so careless about where she was shooting.

However, when the sounds of footsteps over the sand drew near, Camilla pointed one of her guns at whoever dared approach her.

Mitch stopped in his tracks, an unsurprising face of neutrality as Camilla pointed her gun at him; A lack of fear at the possibility she'd get pissed off just from looking at him and pull the trigger.

“What are you doing here?” Camilla forced the words to come out.

“I could ask you the same thing,” said Mitch, “Isn't it unsafe for you to be firing those shots so carelessly?”

His tone was so matter-of-fact it made her want to hurl. “There's nothing and no one nearby. What am I gonna shoot? The seagulls?”

“You could if you were sufficiently motivated enough.”

“Don't test my patience, Mitch.”

“And,” Mitch continued, lowering her gun and taking another step towards her, “I don't remember us being on a first-name basis.”

“I don't remember you having the privilege of interrupting me while I was blowing off steam, but I'm not making any remarks, am I?”

“It sounds like you are.”

Camilla scoffed, putting one pistol into the holster to give Mitch a dismissive wave of her hand.

Mitch had a lot of opinions about Camilla Marigold — some good, many of them bad. But one of her key figures of interest was…

Well, she was pretty. Not even someone like Mitch could deny something like that. Especially not when her golden hair seemed to glow under the light of the sunset.

Whatever blabber Camilla was saying, Mitch couldn't hear it. He didn't feel the need to. Not with the way she stood there so horribly prettily with her shining hair blowing in the wind.

It was an oddly specific, yet significantly romantic setting. The kind of scenario Mitch refused to bring up in whatever conversation he was having with her.

“... You said you were blowing off steam?”

Her ramblings fell short at his words, and they both stared at each other for longer than what seemed necessary.

She coughed, avoiding his attentive gaze. “Yeah… Why, you got a problem with that?”

Mitch huffed. “I don't.” He then looked down at the ground, at the soft sand beneath them, before looking up once more.

“... May I?” He reached out to gently touch her face, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear.

Camilla felt heat rise from her neck up to the tip of her head. “W-What are you doing??” She nearly stumbled as she stepped back.

“Apologies,” Mitch said briefly, “but I asked you a question?”

“Well sorry, Mr. Personal Space, but I didn't quite follow.”

Silence soon fell upon them yet again, lasting far longer than it did before. So unnerving even with the contrived peacefulness of it all.

Camilla pouted. Both her pistols were in their respective holsters, her arms folded over her chest. “Well?”

Mitch’s eyes flickered their attention between her, her eyes, and the pistols safely tucked into their holsters.

He said nothing for a long while, doing nothing but gaze at her with that attentive, almost lost look in his eyes.

He gestured to one of her pistols. And when she — very cautiously — handed one of them to him, he aimed at the far distance.

“... Would you allow me the honor of joining you?”

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YES YES YES PLS CALL HANNIE‼️‼️ THATS MY NUMBER TWO#️⃣2️⃣✌️ POOKIE RIGHT THERE U BEING THE FIRST OFC DUUUHHHHHHH #️⃣1️⃣☝️🥇🥇HE SHOULD BUY ME AND HIM MATCJING PANTIES THAT WOULD BE SAUR CUTEEEEEE 😻😻😻💕😩‼️IM GONNA MAKE SURE HIS PANTIES ARE ABSOLUTELY RUINEEEDDD🤤🙀😼💪💪 LIKE TO THE POINT U CANT MF SALVAGE IT‼️‼️😮‍💨😝IM GONNA TOUCH HIS PRETTY CLIT OVER TEH FABRIC‼️ IM GONNA TOUCU HIS PRETTY CLIT UNDER THE FABRIC‼️ IM GONNA TOUCH THAT MF PRETTY CLIT‼️‼️‼️😻😍😍😍😝 MY HANDS ARE NEVER LEAVING IT🙅‍♀️👎❌ LIKR I LOVE CLITS SO MUCH😝🤪😋🤩😣 I LOVE HIS CLIT😩😫😫 I LOVE CLITS🤬🤬🤬😡😡😡😡I WANNA SUCK THEM I WANNA TOUCH THEM I WANNA PRESS A VIBRATOR UP TO IT‼️ OMG VIBRATORS 🤯🤯😱😱😱I LOVE VIBRATORS😡😡🤬🤬😡😡🥵 ESPCEILALY ON CLITS😋😋🥰🥰😍☺️ VIBRATORS ARE THE BEST THINGS TO EVER EXIST‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️💯💯🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 I GIVE MY SINCEREST THANKS TO THE INVENTOR OF THE VIBRATOR WHOEVER THEY ARE 🙏🙏🧎‍♀️❤️❤️🥰😘😻

AND YES POOKIE‼️‼️‼️ PLS DRAW IT NO PRESSURE🙅‍♀️❌ BUT LIKE IM A HORNY😈🦄🦏🙏🔥💦 FUCK SO LIKEEE…………PLS🙏🙏🙏🙏🧎‍♀️ I NEED TO SEE THAT HANNIE PUSSY AGAIN‼️‼️🤬🤬😡😡😩😩😭😭😖😣😣😢 IM LITERALLY GROWLING AND DROOLING LIKE A RABID DOG🐕🐕👹👹👹👹👹👹IM SOOOO FUCKING FERAL RN Z WHAT THE HELLLLLLLLLLL‼️‼️‼️😩😣👹👹

YES POOKIE U CAN CALL ME POOKIE TOO‼️‼️😻🥰🥰🥹🥹❤️❤️WE CAN BE EACH OTHERS POOKIES‼️‼️🥰🥰🥰 I CAN BE UR POOKIE ANON‼️‼️😻🙏🥰😋😍🔥 BUT ANYWAYS POOKIE IM SO FLATTERED TO BE RECEIVING UR THANSK🥹🥹🥹🥹💕💕 LIKE WHAT WHY AM I BEING THANKED⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️🤨🤨🤨🤨 WHAT DID I DOOOOO⁉️⁉️⁉️😰😰😰😱😱😨🙀 IM JUST SPILLING ALL OF MY DERANGED THOTS TO U WITH ZERO0️⃣ DECENCY 😰😥😓😫😩😣😖

NOOOOOO Z I LOVE UU MORE😡😡😡🤬🤬😡😠😡😤 I LOVE U THE MOREST MOSTEST‼️‼️🤬 AND IS THAT BOOKET FOR MEEEEE⁉️⁉️⁉️🥹🥹🥹🥹 THANK U ‼️‼️😭😭😭😢💕I LOVE PINK BTW 💕💕LIKE PINK FLOWRRS🌸🌺💘💝🌷 PINK PUSSIES😸👅🫦💗🩷PINK IN GENERAL 💕💗💖💞💓💘💝🩷 BUT THANK YOUUUUUU POOOOKIE‼️‼️🥹💓💓💕 HERE R MY FLOWERS FOR UUUUU💐💐🌺🌹🌸🌷🌻🌼🪻🌷🌺💐💐💐🌺🌻🌺🌸🌼🪻🪷🪷🪷🌻🌷🌺💐💐🪻🌸🌼💐💐🌼💐🪷🌺🌹🌻💐💐🌻🌷🌺🌹

AND OOOHHHHH MMMYYYYY GOOOODDDDD Z‼️‼️HAVE MY HANDS‼️‼️‼️🖐️🤚🤲🙌👐PAINT THEM💅💅‼️‼️‼️THEYRE GONNA BE THE WORSTEST NAILS THT YOU HAVE EVER SEEN IN UR LIFE BC I FUCKING LIVE LIKE A LITERAL ANIMAL😀😀😀😀😀⁉️⁉️‼️ BUT THANK YOU POOKIE I WOULD LOVE A HANNIE BOYPUSSY DESIGN WITH HIS CLIT ON MY THUMB‼️💅🌝🌝 BUT I MIGHT ACCIDENTALLY LICK MY THUMB THINKING ITS THE REAL DEAL⁉️⁉️😰😨😨😫😩😰😱😓😪🤧

AND EKIAJSKJSUWNSMZ A HANNIE HEART FOR MEEEE⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️FOR EMEEEEEEEE⁉️⁉️⁉️🥹🥹🥹🥹 WHAT‼️ Z WHAT THE HELL‼️‼️‼️😩😫😩🥹🤧😰 TWM JSKAJMWBW W HAT THE FCUK POOKIE ‼️‼️😩😩😫😟😣😖HES SO CUTE‼️🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕 THE SPARKLY EYES😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔 TEH LITYLE BLUSH😩😫😭🥹THE MOLE😩😩😩😫😫💕💕💕💔💔😭😭‼️🥹THE HEART💔💔💔💔💕💕💕💕💕💕😖😫🤧THE HAIR‼️‼️‼️😩EVERYTHING SI SO CUTGEEEE🥹😫😫💕💕‼️ SHKANSUJWKSIHWMNWJS IM SO IN LOVE WITH U POOKIE‼️‼️‼️💕💕💕💕🥹

anyways brb devouring hannie’s boyclit at the moment🤭😋😋💦

😭 long ask warning

THANK YOU SO MUCH POOKIE? gosh idek how to reply its taken me a bit because i genuinely dont know how to respond??! im forever grateful for this!!!

yk after i deal with my last stretches of uni for the year AND finish my pending wips i might treat u to more hannie stuff 😋 i keep saying this but specialllll shoutouts to mei bc they are the one who keeps motivating me to make stuff lmao and they asked for this hannie boypussy thing. then my dick ran with it. THEN IT REACHED YOU?!?! MEANT TO BE METHINKSSSS

OUUUU PLS serving u with the art was so fun tbh so im very glad u liked it IM GLAD U LIKED THE FIC AT ALL AHAHAHA ur enthusiasm drives me to create and ID LOVE TO KEEP HEARING FROM U POOKIE ANON GOD U MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD EVEN IF IM Going Thru It

go fuck up them clit nails and finger hanji’s pretty pussy with them 😋😋 PINK BOOKET FOR U MY LOVELY! HOPE URE ALWAYS HAVING A GREAT DAY‼️ I LOVE U DOWN i hope u never get neutered so u can be just as insane as me

[awritingcaitlin]

Find the Word Tag

I was tagged by @legiomiam! (Sorry I am once again behind on tag games whoops!)

My words are: head, enemy, hold, slump, inside

I'll be tagging: @juls-writes, @saphoblin, @sentfromwolves, @muddshadow, and @tananaphone for the words: run, trust, back, dry, fine

Snippets are from Siege of Berthingtonn under the cut!

🧡HEAD

“Care to go running with me this morning?” Taryn asked.

“Absolutely not,” Rinnie said. “I tried it once and didn’t like the experience enough to do it again.”

Taryn sat up, taking the warmth of the covers with her. “I figured you’d say something like that.”

She got out of bed, climbing over Rinnie as she did so. Rinnie took the opportunity to trace one of the backs of her hands along Taryn’s side and back. Taryn caught Rinnie’s hand in her own and kissed it.

“I’m going to run now,” she said. She stood and rummaged around in a pile of things she kept in Rinnie’s room for her running clothes—a simple shirt and cutoff shorts. She ran a hand through her short brown hair to get the small bits that could small into her face out of it and then disappeared into the washroom.

Rinnie stretched again, taking up the entire bed for a moment, before getting up herself. She tied a sarong around herself and released her unruly red curls from her silken hair bonnet. Using the elastic around her wrist, she pulled said curls into a messy bun on top of her head. It took an extra second because some of the curls caught in the various small hoops she wore in her ears.

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💥ENEMY

“We have to stay and help!” Rinnie shouted, finding her voice.

“We have to move!” Killian responded in kind. “There are other bombs about to go off. We have less time than I thought, and we still don’t know who we can actually trust.”

Rinnie’s heart wrenched. Aenehra was a goddess families worshipped. People had likely sought refuge in that Temple, hoping they’d be safer than taking their chances trying to get inside the Gates. She looked down at her hands, covered in blood, and looked back at the rubble. Emotions she had no name for roiled inside of her. She gave Killian a level look.

“I can’t tell you who to trust, but I can tell you who the enemy is.”

“How thin will you stretch yourself?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

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🔫HOLD

“Right then,” Killian said, drawing his gun and aiming it at Elenore. “It looks like diplomacy can be put on hold.”

“Take one step closer or I’ll take the shield down,” Bernhard said, his hands hovering over some controls. “You know what that means for all of Berthingtonn!”

“Back away from the console or I will kill you both,” Killian said.

Bernhard didn’t move.

“I said back away from the console,” Killian continued.

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🦴SLUMP

Killian pressed his fingertips against the shield, testing. Then he pulled back his arm and punched it. Bernhard couldn’t bring it down fast enough.

The impact of Killian’s blow sent the wizard reeling as if the punch had hit him physically.

“Why do mages always do this?” Killian asked, grabbing Bernhard by his lapels. “Bernhard, you should know better, so I don’t actually feel sorry for you.”

Bernhard looked like he went to call power to himself, but then slumped in Killian’s grasp.

“You’re nearly bone dry,” Rinnie said aloud, for everyone else’s benefit. “Good luck doing anything without a meal and a good night’s sleep first.”

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💙INSIDE

“I’m sure it’ll be…” Ryan began.

“If you say ‘fine’ so help me,” Rinnie growled. “That’s how all the stories start.”

“You’ll do great,” Ryan finished instead. “I’m gonna seal you in.” He pointed to a set of levers. “The one with the red handle will cage the gun and line up the hatch. The blue one will open the hatch from the inside. Gods help you if you have to use the yellow and black one.”

“What’s that one do?”

“It jettisons the ball turret if, for some reason, the hatch doesn’t open.”

Rinnie’s heart sunk into her intestines.

[pipelinelaserraygun]

DON'T blame the karens, the 🐠🐟🐟 elite village idiots, because these are like FISH being shot in a barrel.

Blame 🗑️🤖 hal 9000 pelosi.

😈👺 Deep (state) down, ❤️ your heart tells you who the REAL gangsters ARE.

Nothing less than turning the WHOLE of 🌎 Creation (🆚) against the Creator of ALL.

The devil's 😈🔚 game is out.

1000% MUST 👀 ⬆️ SEE, x2.

Favorite 📺 TV show of mine, the one that (British version) put Gordon Ramsay on the map.

💩 "you're so full of shit you'd make a 'great' politician." ⬆️

Dune Prophecy starts 📴 PREACHY, ESSENTIALLY supporting 🎃💩 harris.

🫵🏽👁️👁️ SEE thru the 🐂💩.

Examine 🔬🦈 the minutiae.

"You wear 👿 ‘Queers for Palestine’ t-shirts & masks, two years after the pandemic ended. And you can't define a woman. I mean, ‘person who menstruates.’ You're the teachers' union education party, and you've turned schools and colleges into a JOKE. You just lost a crazy contest to an actual crazy person," Maher continued.

⚛️💣🔫 demo-🐀 RATS, "Only FOLLOWING orders", NOW want to 💥 TRIGGER nuclear warfare through two proxy groups of anti-Semitic nazi brethren: aZov in Ukraine, and hamas/hezbollah surrounding the Promised Land.

🕎✝️🛐 Father God, please CANCEL their intentions. Stamp OUT 🔥 lawlessness.

[stxrmapper]

💥 for Sika, 🎲 for Atlas, 🔫 for Scout :3

💥 How easily did/does manipulating Light come to you?

Idly, Sika raises his hand and a purple ball of void implodes quietly into existence, as if he was testing it to see how to best answer this. "I've only really ever tried to wield void Light, and it just feels natural," the Exo says, focused on the Light in his palm the entire time. He falls silent, watching it as it morphs, eventually shifting into the shape of a little butterfly. His eyebrows raise in delight, before he remembers he's actually talking to someone, swiftly dismissing the creation to nothing as he waved a hand through it. Sika makes a noise akin to clearing his throat, bashfully continuing, "Y-yeah-- it wasn't too bad. I'm not sure how it'll feel if I ever tried to wield the others, they're so...different." 🎲 Do you feel like you were chosen by fate, or just coincidence?

Atlas takes his time contemplating the question. "I..." the Titan begins carefully, still clearly thinking, "Ghosts seem to think there's a reason to why they chose who they did, but I've met a few who felt they made the wrong decision." This certainly was an interesting question, not one Atlas was sure he had the answer to, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try. "Personally, I don't think I was chosen by fate. Finch may disagree with me, but I think I was chosen in the heat of the moment, and happened to be someone with - what I think to be - good intentions." You've got him thinking now, it seems, as he ponders the question for a while afterwards too. 🔫 Can your fellow Guardians trust you completely?

"Ahah, this uh-- sure is a question, huh?" Scout raises a mechanical eyebrow, as if waiting for something. Realising he's not going to get said 'something,' he continues, "Oh, you really want an answer?" The Hunter shifts around on the spot, but doesn't miss a beat in answering, "Depends who they are. Won't say yes, but not gonna say no either. If I can trust 'em, and I know they ain't gonna stab me in the back, then they can trust me." Most of the time.