#* ♔ ii. COURTNEY CALLAHAN‚ answered.

[atyped]

𝙳𝚄𝙽𝙲𝙰𝙽   𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙴𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃   𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳  :     ✼   /   for  a  drabble  about  one  muse  missing  the  other 

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :    exes  with  feelings   ...   NO  LONGER  ACCEPTING

𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨   𝐨𝐟   𝐚   𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝   𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫   𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐬   𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫;   it’s   followed   by   a   shriek   when   she   starts   pacing,   breathing   𝖍𝖔𝖙   and   𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.     brown   eyes   dart   around   the   room   for   something,   anything   she   could   DESTROY   as   an   outlet   for   her   frustrations.     today   was   an   𝑨𝑩𝑺𝑶𝑳𝑼𝑻𝑬   𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑻   𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑾  and   without   access   to   her   PDA,   she   couldn’t   yank   the   leash   and   call   upon   her   pitbulls––   er,   lawyers   to   try   and   make   it   better.     courtney   was   coming   to   the   dawning   realization   that   after   winning   her   court   battle,   the   war   had   just   begun.     the   stakes   were   much   higher   this   time   around   and   her   fellow   cast   mates   were   much   more   on   the   ball.  

   even   so,   for   what   little   credit   she   could   afford   to   give   her   teammates,   it   didn’t   make   them   any   less   braindead.     sure,   owen   was   𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆   𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉,   but   he   cost   them   the   challenge !!   and   while   he   certainly   wasn’t   a   strategic   mastermind,   he   did   win   the   prior   season   and   that   made   him   the   biggest   threat !!

…   no   pun   intended.

to   make   matters   worse,   she   can’t   even   run   off   and   find   duncan   so   that   she   can   have   someone   to   vent   to––   not   that   she   WANTS   to   see   his   stupid   mug   again.     

𝒏𝒐,   𝒔𝒉𝒆   𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚   𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕   𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔   𝒉𝒊𝒎   𝒂𝒕   𝒂𝒍𝒍.  

and   her   heart   definitely   did   NOT   skip   a   beat   when   he   hit   on   her   at   the   teller’s   desk.  

and   she   certainly   didn’t   see   those   𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞   𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲   𝐝𝐨𝐠   𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬   while   they   were   working   on   their   stupid   go   karts.     

unfortunately   for   them   both,   he   was   now   𝖕𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖈   𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖞   𝖓𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗   𝖔𝖓𝖊.     courtney   lets   out   a   sigh,   reaching   down   and   grabbing   one   of   her   pillows,   the   cool   silk   of   her   thousand   thread-count   sheets   somewhat   soothing   the   burning   intensity   of   her   anger.     instead   of   ripping   the   damn   thing   in   half   like   she   had   originally   planned   on   doing,   she   sits   down   on   her   bed   and   hugs   the   pillow,   burying   her   face   into   it.     she   lets   her   hot,   angry   tears   absorb   into   the   pillow   and   longs   for   the   scratchy,   cotton   of   her   bunk   back   at   camp   wawanawkwa.  

it   isn’t   until   the   sweet   taste   of   𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐭   𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫   and   the   memory   of   𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬   flood   her   sense   that   courtney   realizes   she’s   fallen   asleep.     and   when   she   wakes   up   alone   instead   of   in   duncan’s   arms,   the   bitterness   of   solitude   fills   her   mouth   instead.     @rebeltyped​

#rebeltyped #* ♔ ii. COURTNEY CALLAHAN‚ answered. #* ♔ v. TOTAL DRAMA ACTION‚ canon verse. #( HOLY HELL i missed them SO MUCH ??? ) #( ceos of 'exes with feelings' )

[atyped]

@famouswannabe​  feat.  gwen  asked :    “  it’s cool if you want me to play the bad guy.  ” 

                   𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬   𝐮𝐩   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝   𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.     sandal   wedges   clack   against   the   dead   grass   beneath   their   feet,   index   finger   wagging   as   she   storms   up   to   the   goth—   courtney   shoves   her   finger   in   her   face   as   she   snarls   at   her.     “   PLAY   the   bad   guy   ––   ?      you   ARE   the   bad   guy !!!   ”     courtney   felt   feverish,   hot   with   anger   and   a   tinge   of   sadness.     she   couldn’t   believe   she   had   ever   trusted   gwen,   god,   what   was   she   thinking?   this   is   what   she   gets   for   breaking   her   own   personal   rules.     remember   debate   club,   courtney?    with   a   scoff,   she   bumps   her   shoulder   past   gwen   and   with   her   nose   turned   up   and   arms   crossed,   courtney   continues   her   march   towards   her   sleeping   quarters   for   the   season.     she   knows   all   gwen   was   here   for   was   to   try   and   rehabilitate   her   image   and   not   to   make   amends,   not   that   she   needed   to   do   much…   even   after   everything   that   went   down   last   season,   courtney   knew   the   fans   somehow   thought   she   deserved   the   heartbreak   and   preferred   gwen   over   her.     even   when   she’s   in   the   right,   she’s   the   bad   guy.     the   least   she   could   do   is   give   gwen   a   taste   of   what   it   feels   like.     

#famouswannabe #* ♔ ii. COURTNEY CALLAHAN‚ answered. #* ♔ v. TOTAL DRAMA ALL STARS‚ canon verse. #( !!!! yikes i am sorry she is SPICY )

[atyped]

@altertyped​​  feat  mal  sent  :   🔪  ,  for  my  muse  to  threaten  your  muse.

                by   now,   you   should   know   to   get   out   of   𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐲   𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧’𝐬   way   when   she   walks   with   purpose.   much   like   a   blood -thirsty   shark,   when   her   ire   hones   in   on   a   target,   there   is   no   stopping   her.   even   𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬   𝐦𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧   knows   better   than   to   cross   her.   after   muscling   her   way   through   her   fellow   cast   mates,   she   marches   up   to   mike,   mal   or   WHOMEVER   he   was   at   this   current   moment   in   time   and   grabs   two   fistfuls   of   his   blue   t-shirt.   courtney   was   incredibly   particular   about   the   state   of   her   sleeping   quarters   and   could   tell   IMMEDIATELY   that   something   wasn’t   right,   and   mal   had   been   the   last   person   seen   to   exit   the   cabin.

               “  what   kind   of   game   do   you   think   you’re   playing?  ”   she   sneers,   eyes   narrowed   into   vengeful   slits.   his   lanky   figure   was   easy   for   her   to   jerk   around   as   she   continues   to   chew   him   out.   “  if   you   so   much   as   BREATHE   near   my   personal   belongings   again,   𝙞   𝙘𝙖𝙣   𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮   𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚   𝙮𝙤𝙪   that   the   mutant   animals   and   toxic   waste   on   this   shithole   island   will   be   the   𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓   of   your   future   concerns.   am   i   clear?!  ”

                               ♡    𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚈    𝚅𝙰𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴'𝚂    𝙳𝙰𝚈   ♡   

#altertyped #* ♔ ii. COURTNEY CALLAHAN‚ answered. #* ♔ v. ALTERNATE SEASON‚ alternate universe. #mal u done did it now

[atyped]

@altertyped​   feat.  mal  𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝  :   “ yeah, well,  can’t  escape  the  past.   right? “

                      courtney   is   no   stranger   to   the   concept   of   having   past   decisions   returning   to   haunt   you   and   she   has   the   misfortune   of   those   decisions   being   a   part   of   the   public   record,   forever   immortalizing   some   of   her   most   painful   and   embarrassing   moments.     countless   nights   staring   up   at   the   ceiling   with   bags   under   her   eyes   and   dried   tears   on   her   cheeks,   reliving   the   humiliation,   left   to   wonder   how   things   might   have   turned   out   differently   if   she   had   kept   some   of   her   innocence.     she   had   always   had   an   overdeveloped   sense   of   justice,   but   pride   was   far   more   addictive   and   her   burning   crusade   of   self-righteousness   scorched   the   earth   around   her   and   burned   countless   bridges.     there’s   a   reason   they   say   it’s   lonely   at   the   top.     

                     it   was   inevitable   that   her   past   catch   up   with   her   and   a   sign   of   growth   was   an   acceptance   of   the   need   for   her   to   atone.     when   you   lack   self   control,   the   desire   to   control   others   and   your   surroundings   has   you   running   on   autopilot.     she   sits   across   from   mal,   her   fourth   glass   of   wine   nearly   drained   as   brown   eyes   finally   lift   from   the   sticky   table   at   some   hole   in   the   wall   off   the   highway   closest   to   both   of   their   lodgings,   meeting   halfway   both   literally   and   figuratively.     the   past   hour   had   been   an   opportunity   for   her   to   vent,   to   air   out   her   frustrations   about   his   sabotage   and   her   final   moments   on   total   drama.     she   had   spent   so   long   stewing   about   it,   seething   and   blaming   others   and   for   someone   as   shady   and   cruel   as   mal   to   𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞   her   pain––   it’s   the   most   accountability   she’s   seen   from   one   of   her   former   co - stars.     not   even   gwen   had   ever   truly   acknowledged   the   hurt   she’d   inflicted   and   its   enough   for   courtney   to   finally   swallow   enough   of   her   pride   to   start   her   own   journey   of   atonement.     you   can’t   escape   the   past,   right?

                       “ I   suppose   none   of   us   can, ”   she   muses,   swirling   the   last   few   drops   of   red   wine   in   her   glass.     for   the   first   time   that   evening,   a   ghost   of   an   accepting   smile   forms   and   she   sighs.     “ even   so,   that   doesn’t   mean   that   we   can’t   learn   from   it.     or   accept   it.  ”   courtney   doesn’t   know   if   she   will   ever   truly   forgive   gwen   or   duncan   for   that   matter   and   probably   won’t   forgive   herself   for   all   of   the   wrongs   she’s   inflicted,   but   in   the   grand   scheme   of   things––   mal   played   her   in   a   way   that   wasn’t   personal,   and   to   courtney   that   makes   a   difference.     

             *   𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙴   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂   ...   no  longer  accepting .  

#altertyped #* ♔ ii. COURTNEY CALLAHAN‚ answered. #* ♔ ii. COURTNEY CALLAHAN‚ queue. #surprise i bet you thought i forgot about this #😎

[atyped]

@modeltyped​  :   he   comes   baring   gifts   !!      boxes   of   perfume,   deliciously   scented   soaps   and   scrubs   and   bathbombs,   lactose-free   chocolates   and   pastries,   clothes   from   a   high-end   designer   that   justin   had   recently   worked   with,   a   new   fountain   pen   with   the   good   ink   that   glides   like   a   dream,   and   a   set   of   classy,   sparkling   diamond   earrings.      justin   likes   to   be   spoiled,   and   he's   found   that   he   actually   likes   spoiling   courtney   too   --   who   would   have   thought   ??      in   hand   that   doesn't   have   a   grip   on   the   boxes   of   gifts   holds   a   bouquet   of   two   dozen   roses   (   elevated   with   all   the   florist   flower   tricks   --   baby's   breath   and   some   glittery   bits   galore   ),   wrapped   neatly   in   a   plum   purple   bow.      "hey,   court   ??"   he   calls   out   before   entering   the   room,   and   smiles   at   her   that   dazzling   yet   intimate   smile   when   he   finally   sees   her.      "happy   valentine's   day."

                 it   was   no   secret   that   courtney   enjoys   the   royal   treatment,   and   no   amount   of   fake   humility   could   hide   the   glint   of   eagerness   that   lightens   up   her   deep   brown   eyes.   she   sits   in   the   make-shift   office   space   she’s   set   up   in   the   living   room   of   her   condo,   what   seems   to   be   endless   paperwork   sprawled   out   on   her   coffee   table.   there’s   something   about   the   way   the   windows   were   in   her   bedroom   that   made   it   difficult   for   her   to   focus   the   way   that   she   needs   to   for   the   amount   of   copy   she’s   reviewing   for   a   colleague;   it’s   only   when   she   opens   the   door   after   hearing   justin   knock   and   sees   his   arms   full   of   spoils   that   she’s   realized   she’s   pulled   an   all   nighter   and   that   it   was   now   valentine’s   day.   “ ohmygosh,   justin…  ”     she   says   in   bewilderment,   one   hand   lifting   to   rub   at   her   eyes.   she   has   to   blink   a   few   times   to   realize   that   this   wasn’t   a   sleep   deprived   hallucination––   he   had   actually   gone   to   the   trouble   of   surprising   her   for   𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬   𝐝𝐚𝐲,   even   though   they   weren’t   exactly   a   thing––   not   officially,   at   least.   that’s   more   than   she   could   say   for   some   of   her   prior   boyfriends;  not   that   he’s   her   boyfriend   or   anything !!      “ i   don’t   know   what   to   say! ”   

                 courtney   welcomes   him   in   and   while   he’s   getting   settled   she   delicately   puts   away   her   paperwork   to   clear   the   coffee   table   so   that   he   can   set   down   all   of   the   goodies.   Her   eyes   light   up   at   the   sight   of   the   roses,   which   she   accepts   with   a   grin   and   she   takes   a   deep   breath   in   to   capture   the   scent.   next,   she   claps   excitedly   at   the   sight   of   the   gorgeous   pen   and   the   sight   of   the   sheer   thoughtfulness   in   each   item.   justin   wasn’t   exactly   the   type   to   think   of   people   other   than   himself,   so   to   see   an   entire   table   sprawled   out   with   things   she   enjoyed ––   things   she   hadn’t   even   mentioned   out   loud,   at   times   ––  was   enough   to   have   her   heart   skipping   a   beat.   she   lets   out   a   breathless   laugh,   hand   lifting   to   push   back   some   of   her   disheveled   hair   and   can’t   help   but   blush,   feeling   a   bit   self   conscious   when   she   realizes   that   she   wasn’t   exactly   dressed   for   the   occasion.

                “ I   am   sooo   sorry,   i   completely   lost   track   of   time…   i   look   like   a   mess.   and   i   need   to   shower, ”   bashful   eyes   travel   down   to   what   she   was   wearing,   which   was   an   oversized   t - shirt   and   a   pair   of   night   shorts.   there’s   a   small   pause   before   she   finally   meets   his   crystal   blue   stare;   there’s   another   moment   as   she   feels   herself   getting   lost   in   his   eyes   and   she   clears   her   throat   to   bring   herself   back   to   reality.   after   taking   a   breath   to   compose   herself,   she   finds   her   confidence   and   her   lip   twitches   up   into   a   smirk.   “ you’re   more   than   welcome   to   join   me,   if   you   want. "

                               ♡    𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚈    𝚅𝙰𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴'𝚂    𝙳𝙰𝚈   ♡ 

#modeltyped #* ♔ ii. COURTNEY CALLAHAN‚ answered. #!! THEY ARE A CULTURAL RESET #iconsssss the two of them

[atyped]

@juviepunk​​  :  "just   keep   your   eyes   closed,"   he   complains,   his   hand   wrapped   around   courtney's   as   he   leads   her   through   hallways   and   up   steps.      the   building   is   abandoned,   so   he   guides   her   around   a   few   old,   broken   objects;   none   of   it   exactly   screams   ROMANTIC,   but   that's   why   her   eyes   are   supposed   to   be   closed.      he   lets   go   of   her   only   to   shove   his   shoulder   into   the   door   to   the   roof,   which   is   jammed   but   eventually   budges,   and   takes   her   hand   again   to   lead   her   out   into   the   open   air.      the   lights   of   the   city   are   far   enough   away   that   people   aren't   going   to   find   them   there,   but   close   enough   to   be   a   good   view   for   what   he   has   planned.      duncan   guides   courtney   over   to   a   kind   of   rudimentary   -   but   nevertheless   thoughtful   -   picnic   setup,   and   gives   her   hand   a   squeeze.      

"hold   on,   okay?"   he   lets   her   go   to   whip   out   his   lighter   and   lights   up   some   of   the   mix-matched   candles   he'd   swiped   from   his   mom   --   it's   not   like   she's   gonna   miss   them.      the   picnic   is   peanut   butter   and   jelly   sandwiches,   some   brownies   and   a   bunch   of   other   things   based   around   what   they'd   swiped   from   chris's   fridge   back   on   the   island;   custard   pastries,   like   from   that   long-ago   cooking   challenge,   and   a   bottle   of   champagne   because   his   girl   is   classy.      the   wall   adjacent   to   them,   where   the   doorway   was,   is   tagged   with   precise   spray   paint:   their   initials,   a   skull,   and   his   princess's   crown.      it's   all   cheesy,   and   he's   not   gonna   be   bragging   about   this   part   of   the   night   to   the   boys   any   time   soon,   but   he   can   ooze   just   the   right   amount   of   arrogance   to   negate   the   overall   softness   of   it.      finally   moves   back   to   her,   a   grin   on   his   lips,   hand   at   the   small   of   her   back,      "alright   --   happy   valentine's,   babe."

                        she’s   glad   her   𝐧𝐨𝐭   𝐬𝐨   𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞  reminders   about   valentine’s   day   were   received––   it’s   why   she’s   far   more   accepting   of   him   BOSSING   HER   AROUND   today.     normally,   him   telling   her   what   to   do   would   NOT   be   received   with   any   kind   of   compliance.     even   so,   her   patience   was   starting   to   wear   thin   and   the   agitation   was   starting   to   show.     her   smile   has   dropped   for   an   irritated   pout   with   the   odd   grumble   as   she   stumbles   around   with   her   eyes   closed   and   a   whiny   exclaim   of   ‘ DUNCANNNN ’   when   she   stubs   her   toe   on   the   concrete   lip   of   the   building’s   stairs.     once   they   finally   reach   the   rooftop,   courtney   lets   out   a   long   and   loud   sigh   when   he   tells   her   to   wait   just   a   bit   longer.        “  are   you   FOR   REAL   right   now ?  it’s   going   to   be   my   BIRTHDAY   by   the   time   you’re   done.  ”     she   begins   tapping   her   foot   and   crosses   her   arms   childishly,   bottom   lip   jutting   out;   she’s   sure   that   despite   her   closing   her   eyes   he   could   probably   feel   her   rolling   her   eyes.  

                          still,   she   lets   him   finish   up   what   he   needs   to   and   when   she’s   finally   given   the   ‘all   clear’   to   open   her   eyes   they   widen   immediately,   one   hand   raising   to   her   mouth   as   she   gasps   and   grins   from   ear   to   ear.     first,   her   gaze   travels   to   the   candlelight   picnic   and   then   she   catches   a   glimpse   of   the   graffiti   of   their   initials.     

                         “ oh   duncan,   it’s…   it’s   perfect!   ”    and   coming   from   courtney,   𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧   𝐨𝐟   𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦,   that’s   not   a   word   to   be   taken   lightly.     she   turns   so   that   she   can   cup   his   face   and   give   him   a   long,   loving   smooch   before   she   heads   over   to   the   picnic   so   that   she   can   take   a   closer   look.     she   sits   on   her   knees   and   opens   up   the   basket   to   take   a   look   at   what   he’d   packed   and   she   can’t   help   but   giggle,   eyes   soft   as   she   reminisces.     she   pats   the   spot   next   to   her   and   scooches   over   so   that   he   can   sit   next   to   her,   as   close   as   possible.     once   he’s   sat   down   next   to   her,   she   rests   her   head   on   his   shoulder   and   cuddles   up   close,   love-struck   gaze   on   his   as   she   drinks   in   the   moment.     “  remind   me   again   how   you’re   not   a   nice   guy?  ”   she   teases,   bumping   his   shoulder   with   her   own.

                             ♡    𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚈    𝚅𝙰𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴'𝚂    𝙳𝙰𝚈   ♡ 

#juviepunk #* ♔ ii. COURTNEY CALLAHAN‚ answered. #!!!! I SCREAMED #i love them SO MUCHHHH

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                      courtney   can’t   help   but   raise   a   brow,   irrationally   suspicious   of   the   redhead’s   niceties.     sure,   much   of   the   prejudgement   on   her   part   was   a   result   of   her   own   paranoia   and   trust   issues––   at   the   end   of   the   day,   that   didn’t   keep   her   from   keeping   her   guard   up,   no   matter   how   ‘ 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 ’   zoey   appeared   to   be.     𝒉𝒎𝒎𝒑𝒉.     courtney   will   certainly   see   about   that.     after   realizing   she’d   lost   herself   in   thought   and   created   what   was   now   an   awkward   moment,   she   rolls   her   eyes   and   then   clears   her   throat   to   break   the   silence,   lips   pursed   in   a   snobbish   pout.        “  oh   you   know,   other   than   waiting   on   a   factum   from   𝐦𝐲   𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫  detailing   the   human   rights   abuse   i’ve   put   up   with   for   the   past   four   years   ––      never   better.   ”   there’s   a   pause   before   she   remembers   to   be   somewhat   polite   and   ask   about   zoey   in   return.      “   what   about   you,   zoey?    how’s   it   ‘going’?  ”   she   accompanies   her   response   with   a   clunky   set   of   air   quotes.     

      @ha1fm00n​​   𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭.   zoey   𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝  :    " hey court !! how's it going ??? " 

#ha1fm00n #* ♔ ii. COURTNEY CALLAHAN‚ answered. #* ♔ v. AFTER THE DRAMA‚ canon verse. #i am sorry she is like this™ #tysm for this!!

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@altertyped​   𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝  :     “ that place looks like it has bodies in the basement. ”

                        courtney’s   teeth   grit   as   she   winces.    while   she   doesn’t   particularly   enjoy   letting   emotions   other   than   CONFIDENCE   and   PRIDE   slip   through   during   challenges,   the   state   of   the   building   they   were   about   to   enter   to   try   and   find   the   first   clue   for   the   ‘treasure’   hunt   was   less   than   desirable.    “   yeah,   no   kidding   …   ”   she   harrumphs   in   agreement.    there’s   a   brief   pause,   cameras   capturing   the   moment   she   decides   to   take   a   step   back   and   shove   mike   in   front   of   her   so   that   he   could   go   first.    “   which   is   why   YOU   should   go   check   it   out ––      you   know,   to   make   sure   it’s   𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚  ?  ”   her   eyes   narrow,   daring   him   to   challenge   her   on   this.

                **  𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙴  𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂   ...   accepting !!    

#altertyped #* ♔ ii. COURTNEY CALLAHAN‚ answered. #* ♔ v. ALTERNATE SEASON‚ alternate universe. #ohhhh c.ourtney....... of course lmao

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@rebeltyped​   𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 :     did  ya  miss  me  princess?  😘

                  courtney   could   not   believe   this.    how   dare   he!   what,   they   have   a   summer   fling   and   he   just   forgets   about   it?   he’s   going   to   be   SO   SORRY.    she   must   say,   however,   the   look   on   his   face   and   the   fact   that   he   was   quite   obviously   shitting   bricks   after   seeing   her   return   to   the   show   so   unexpectedly   nearly   made   up   for   such   a   circus   of   a   day.    did   it   sting   that   the   killer   grips   all   voted   for   her   to   be   eliminated   despite   the   fact   that   she   nearly   won   them   the   challenge?   kind   of.    but   if   there   is   one   thing   that   courtney   has   learned   from   last   season   is   that   friendship   gets   you   nowhere   and   that   you   can   trust   no   one;   not   even   your   own   heart.    with   a   frustrated   huff   courtney   grabs   a   towel   along   with   her   expensive   toiletries   to   have   a   shower   and   try   to   unwind   after   a   long   day.    courtney   tosses   a   quick   glare   to   leshawna   after   the   girl   hurls   a   snide   comment   her   way   about   her   alleged   ‘ 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍   𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 ’   and   it   takes   every   modicum   of   self   control   not   to   flip   her   off;   she’s   so   not   in   the   mood   for   this!

                   things   go   from   bad   to   worse   when   she   runs   into   one   of   the   last   people   she   wanted   to   see   right   now   on   her   way   to   the   communal   bathroom.    duncan’s   confident   self   had   returned   with   that   signature   smirk   on   his   lips   and   sultry   purr   in   his   voice   as   he   asks   her   if   she   missed   him   and   the   clever   retort   she   had   lined   up   especially   for   him   dies   in   her   throat.    ugh,   why   was   her   body   betraying   her   right   now?   one   sentence   from   him   and   she’s   speechless,   brown   eyes   wide   and   a   shell - shocked   drop   of   her   jaw   as   a   blush   spreads   over   her   freckled   cheeks.    there’s   a   second   or   two   that   passes   before   courtney   forces   a   flutter   of   her   eyes   and   a   scoff,   scowl   setting   in   place.    

                   “   what’s   there   to   miss ?   i   already   got   quite   the   show   watching   from   the   sidelines,   ”     while   she   doesn’t   mention   gwen   or   the   bridge   outright,   it’s   very   clear   she’s   still   upset   about   what   she   saw   and   didn’t   believe   a   word   the   goth   said   about   them   being   ‘ 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕   𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔.  ’   despite   projecting   a   lot   of   confidence,   courtney   was   fairly   insecure   and   it   contributed   to   a   lot   of   her   anger   issues.    with   a   haughty   eye   roll   she   shoulder   checks   him   and   keeps   walking,   towel   swaying   over   her   shoulder.    she’s   put   him   on   trial   and   convicted   him,   fair   trial   be   damned.    

#rebeltyped #* ♔ ii. COURTNEY CALLAHAN‚ answered. #* ♔ v. TOTAL DRAMA ACTION‚ canon verse. #( !!! a bit of SPICE jskdnjsk )

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   @isgcd​​  𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝  :    ❛  would   you   like   to   go   somewhere   a   little   more private?  ❜

                      the    rose - tinted    glasses    through    which    courtney    perceived    this    way    of    life    have    long    been    retired.          when    you’re    sixteen    and    all    you    want    is    for    people    to    𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩    𝐲𝐨𝐮    and    you    actually    get    a    taste    of    that    lifestyle,    well,    that’s    worse    than    drugs.          your    body    and    mind    might    be    able    to    fight    an    addiction    but    your    soul?    that’s    a    different    story.          courtney    has    come    to    terms    with    the    fact    that    she    had    sold    her    soul    a    long    time    ago    in    exchange    for    fame    and    has    paid    the    price.          she    was    never    the    same    after    everything    that    reality    show    did    to    her    and    you    know    what?    she’s    grateful.          being    a    good    person    is    for    losers    and    suckers    and    despite    the    remnants    of    that    obnoxious    moral    compass    still    beating    inside    her    chest,    courtney    does    whatever    it    takes    to    get    what    she    wants.          she    used    to    look    down    on    women    throwing    themselves    at    men    in    power    but    she’s    long    since    been    woken    up    to    the    truth    about    who    truly    holds    the    power    in    this    world;    it’s    those    who    have    control.          and    finally,    courtney    has    regained    that    grip    on    herself    and    her    surroundings    and    that    power    is    intoxicating.

                       she    accepts    another    long    flute    of    prosecco    from    one    of    the    servers    floating    through    the    crowd,    smiling    as    brown    eyes    look    down    on    the    crowd    from    where    she    stands    on    the    upper    level.          lips    twitch    into    a    bemused    smile    as    a    familiar    hand    snakes    around    her    waist,    a    firm    grip    on    her    hip    and    she’s    bold    to    shift    to    face    him,    now    only    mere    inches    between    her    lips    and    his.          he    reeks    of    spirits    and    like    a    moth    drawn    to    flame,    courtney    leans    in    for    a    taste.          she’s    pulled    closer    and    with    one    hand    on    his    chest,    the    other    tilting    back    slightly    a    few    drops    of    bubbly    hit    the    floor.          her    own    knee    lifts    to    the    apex    of    his    thighs    and    the    faux    innocence    in    her    smile    is    all    that    it    takes    for    him    to    ask    her    if    she    wants    to    move    somewhere    more    private.          she    nods    with    sharp    brown    eyes    watching    as    heads    turn    while    she    and    murdoc    make    their    departure.          it    could    be    jealousy,    it    could    be    hatred,    but    to    courtney    doesn’t    matter––    people    were    looking    at    her    and    it’s    the    fuel    her    ego    needed    tonight.      

        **  𝚂𝚄𝙱𝚃𝙻𝙴   𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂   ...    selectively  accepting

#isgcd #* ♔ ii. COURTNEY CALLAHAN‚ answered. #!!! they're literally chaotic lol #suggestive //