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[unironicduncanstan]

Total Drama Music Camp AU - playlist / performance ideas

here she is,,,, the cursed secret texts,,,,, the total drama music camp playlist , along with some short explanations below, cringe city bitch (most of these are just covers that i feel are the closest to the performance Style id imagine for these characters and not necessarily the exact sound but u feel me) also i went back and tagged my previous posts abt this concept with “td music camp au” so if you dont know what the helling fuck im talking abt plz have a gander xoxo

link: youtube .com/playlist?list=PL-bPcaq3ZK2L682RHPauxrsFIPvGJdsiM (space is there so tumblr hopefully doesnt nerf me from the tag 🥺 )

Some Nights - ok so first weeks challenge. i feel like chris would just want them to all collab together on one huge group performance. kinda like on the first day of school when they make you do the ‘get to know you’ tests. idk exactly who would sing what parts tho bc there are so many so let your imagination run wild !!

Hand crushed by a mallet - ok. OKYAY. im a home of sexual. but this is a Cody, Trent, Tyler, Harold and Izzy song. Cody is on vocals (especially the rap in this version shdofsgjsk), Trent is on guitar and some vocals (does some back and forth with him during the rap), Tyler is on drums (and does that one tiny background screamy bit towards the end), Izzy and Harold are joined up on creating the background track and DJing the whole thing. the distortion/choppy part at the end is izzy LIVE going ape on the audio level sliders. its one of the most energetic performances of the whole series and surprises everyone including the group themselves

Misery Business - Duncan on vocals and guitar, Geoff on drums, Trent also on guitar and maybe some backup vocals. you all know i chose that bc i love associating mgk with duncan but. i rly like this idea actually ;;

Paparazzi - ezekiel. idk who the fuck else except maybe justin bc he’d dance that shit to death. i will not apologize thats Him and its fire but you may write and send any formal complaints to my po box. ill roll a blunt with them,

Pom Pom - Lindsay, Heather, Sadie+Katie, and Izzy. Lindsay and Heather are on vocals, sharing the chorus and each getting a solo verse, and ofc izzy does the weird rap part towards the end, and most of the background track. they all thought they were stuck with izzy but izzy is stuck with these preps. Sadie and Katie are on backup vocals, but their role in this one is mostly dancing and adding ✨ stage presence. 

Maps - Trent is on the guitar and male vocals while Courtney is on the female vocals (the ~top two performers~ gotta have a song together eventually right), DJ on drums, Bridgette on piano. Heather, Lindsay, Justin, and Leshawna are dancers bc lbr the dance from the video is pretty good for a group number

CREEPER? AW MAN - ok this one. is kind of a joke but wouldnt it be rly hilarious if cody, ezekiel, and harold did this one mostly for fun and the whole second part with the existential breakdown was just. used with on stage satire to make fun of chris for being old or smth. like would they suffer that week, yes, would it be worth it, Y E S, 

Shatter me - Eva, Courtney, Gwen, Beth. QwQ Eva’s on vocals for the first time and rocks it, Courtney is on violin, Gwen on drums, and Beth uses her instruments to make a background track before the performance so she can do stage tech/DJ stuff. oh also justin should be on this one bc i want. those costumes from t he vi deo, 

Chop suey - Lindsay and Courtney on vocals (LMAOSJFkSF listen. we love contrast queens that stun the crowd), Duncan on guitar, Eva on drums (and a lot of background screaming to help the Vibe Tee Em)

Unwritten - Leshawna and Trent? ik its a weird combo but i think they’d kill this

Shake it - GEOFF LMFAOGHJKgjfdG

White Winter Hymnal - Lindsay as Kirstie, Noah probably as Avi even tho we all know he can’t sing that fuckgin low. and idk my other 3 bros as Cody, Tyler and Ezekiel. truly iconique group

Forget me too - QWQ DUNCAN AND COURTNEY ,,,,,,,,,,,, i dont apoloigze for the second mgk = duncan pick, anyways duncans also on guitar, gwen on drums (there is no love triangle in this au btw. the only reason theyre singing this song is bc of the regular ~tension~ that u see in like tdi but its just for the stage mostly. as soon as the songs over they would hug and cheer abt it)

Simple and Clean - Bridgette on singing, Gwen on piano, DJ on drums, Beth on general stage stuff + creates the backtrack with Bridgette's harmonies overlayed

Mr. Brightside - OWEN ON THE BRASS YES BBY ITS HIS TIME 2 FUCKIENG SHINE, Geoff on drums, Gwen begrudgingly on piano, Noah is on vocals and they have to literally bribe him with everything they HAVE to get him to try and sing this way. and he does it and it aint too shabby but he will never do it again

Domino - Leshawna on vocals (again these choices are all, based on general vibe and style and not necessarily voice, this is a tiny white girl singing,), Tyler on drums, Duncan on guitar. energy to the max babey the speakers are gonna blow the fuck out on this one

Starships - KATIE AND SADIE GET TO BE A MAIN DUO !!! they alternate lines , with courtney on violin, izzy on that synthy backtrack, and justin is involved in this one bc id change just a couple of things abt the music video costumes for these characters but like. [grabby hands] gimme

Bulletproof - ezekiel vibes.....? izzy and harold get to team up again for the backtrack. weird kids only karaoke night

The Wolves And The Ravens - 🥺 a geoff and bridgette songk,,,,, 

Never Enough Praying (Mashup) - Courtney on Praying, Heather on Never Enough, Beth and Izzy end up together on the background stuff and make a rly nice track actually

Gasoline - bitch. you know what im gonna say but duncans on vocals, Tyler on guitar, Geoff on drums, Ezekiels on track

Better not wake the baby - Noah gets to sing a song that actually matches his style a tiny bit better lol, DJ on drums, Trent on guitar, and i feel like beth is the only one with any hope of figuring out the accordion keyboard thing thats in the background

This is Gospel - Gwen on piano and Trent on vocals. really the music video is the most important part for me bc i think a challenge where oyu have to sing a really intense emotional song while chris gets to dump shit down on your head from the ceiling of the stage. sounds perfect,

Wildest Dreams - codys on vocals bc god i am Obsessed with this cover being a bisexuality / coming out song . everybody thinks hes just regular simping and being his usual fuccboi self when he chooses this song till he gets to those Very Intentionally Unchanged Pronouns that he sings a little too enthusiastically hhhshHDSHHHSDH , also DJ on drums and Tyler on guitar

Happier - Bridgette solo ! 

Stay - Courtney on guitar and vocals, Dj and Harold are on the hand drum shit. once again i live for the ‘unlikely group actually works together and rocks it’ stuff. courtney as always has talent and enjoys what she does but harold and dj kind of steal the show with how in sync and energetic they are abt it lmfaodghd

[miseryff]

20. Jerry Sprunger

Dre

“Crip shit, she wanna suck ona lit dick... AYE AYE AYE” I chuckled as I watched my dumb ass brother, Fred, do some stupid ass dance. “Nigga, you look dumb as shit. Pass the blunt,” laughter continued to escape my lips I watched him pull another one from the blunt. He was showing me and his mans Derrick some video of this Brooklyn rapper. The video was lit, but that song was ass to me. Fred was younger than me though, so this bullshit music was for his age group.

“Is you fuckin with the song tho? Cause this shit tearing up the city right now.”

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling as a response. Derrick was the one to chuckle this time. He had us smoking on some exotic shit from Houston. That orange shit Paris was telling me bout maybe two weeks ago. This shit was it. I needed to get a connect. “The song is aight, man...” I knew Derrick was lying his ass off. He just aint wanna kill Fred’s high. Shid, I had no issue doing that though.

“Fuck dat song. Wassup with the weed connect, my nigga? I need this shit in my collection.” I took a long pull from the blunt before passing it to him. He shook his head, so I took sat back and took another pull. Fred had left the living room so I was gonn smoke this shit until he came back. “I’m not in the weed biz so I can’t really help you. I mean I can pass ya number to my dealer and yall set shit up, but that’s pretty much it.” I nodded before telling him to do that for me. “Cause niggaz stay asking me if I got this shit and I’m losing money every time I tell ‘em no. I need this for real.”

“I got you. Yo, Fred!” He called out for my brother before standing from his seat. “Where this nigga at? I gotta go meet my shawty for lunch and he said he need a ride back to L.I.” I continued to inhale the smoke as I listened to him talk about Paris. “Paris told you bout me, right?” I directed that question to him.

“Yea, she said you like her brother or some shit. I respect it.”

“So you know that means if anything happens to her, I automatically gotta deal with you right.” I sat up in the lazy boi seat so that he knew I wasn’t fucking around. Paris was a little sister to me, and I looked out for her. “You ain’t got shit to worry bout my man. Paris in good company.” I looked down at his closed fist for a few seconds before pressing my own fist to his. Aight, good. I ain’t want no problems.

xx

“Wassup, dickrider?”

“Try that shit again.” I would not move to let her into the apartment until she greeted me like she had some damn sense. Realizing that I was not moving anytime soon, she rolled her eyes before restarting. “Hi, brother. How are ya?” I chuckled at her tone before stepping to the side and allowing her entrance into my crib.

“What you doing here, P?”

“Damn, a bitch need a reason to see her mans? You got a bitch in the sack or something? Cause you acting real new.” I shook my head at her dumb ass. She reminded me of Fred sometimes, shit they were only two years apart so maybe that’s why. “Why you here, P?” I asked again before falling beside her on the couch. I had just woken up from a nap when Paris called me saying she was on the elevator coming up. Aint that some rude ass shit?

“I was in Brooklyn doing my hair and decided to stop by before I went home. Aint my shit laid?” I nodded as she showed off her long black hair. “Oh shit, ya hair is black now. How I ain’t notice that when I opened the door?”

“That’s cause ya ass still high, nigga. I know you was smoking that exotic shit with my nigga earlier. Couldn’t even invite a bitch to the cyph.” She mean mugged me before kicking off her grey Ugg slippers. Some bitch asked me to buy her those a few days ago during sex. Random as fuck. My simp ass sure of hell gave her the bread for it though.

“Ya beef is with Fred. I was minding my business when they pulled up and started rolling. I was just an innocent bystander,” I stood from the couch to walk into the kitchen, “want sumn to drink?”

“Juice please.” I nodded before walking into the kitchen. Searching for two clean glasses, I heard Paris’ loud ass. “Ima bring food for us, babe. Just make sure that dick is hard when I pull up!” I shook my head before walking over to the fridge, searching for the mango juice that I bought yesterday, This shit slapped, no cap.

“Don’t be scheduling no dick appointments in my spot, lil girl. Almost threw up my stomach when I heard that shit.” I half joked as I handed her the glass filled with mango juice. She’s actually the one who introduced me to this drink. We had it one day when we was fucking up some Jamaican food from C&J’s. “It ain’t the first dick appointment I scheduled here, so fuck up.” I waited until she rested her glass on the coffee table before I began ticking her exposed feet. It wasn’t until she kicked me in the chest that shit was on. “Now I’m beating ya ass.”

We fake wrestled until we ended up on the carpet, with her on top of me. “Beat who ass?” Staring at the chain around her neck, my face twisted. “We wearing niggaz names around our necks now? Damn, my sis is really cuffed up.” I teased as I continued to stare at the necklace that read Derrick. “My nigga ice’d me out.” She smirked before resting her hand on the necklace herself. Looking down at my shorts, I looked up at her face, and for the first time ever... I felt attracted to my homie.

“Get up real quick...” I tapped her thigh so that she would remove her body from my lap. My dick was getting hard and I ain’t like  this. “Why? Ya dick gonn get hard?” She joked, not knowing that my shit was about to be on ‘H’ in a matter of seconds. When I said nothing, she started laughing hard, like really hard. Her motions on top of me did nothing but make my shit stiffen up in my basketball shorts. I guess she felt the growth because her laughter came to an abrupt stop, and this devilish smile touched her full lips.

“Niggaz ain’t shit. When I was single and wanted to fuck, ya dick would never get hard. Now a bitch cuffed up and Dre’s dick stay hard all day. Ridiculous.” She remained on top of me, and that sinister smile never left her lips as she lowered her head to meet mine. “You wanna fuck me, Dre?” She continued to giggle as she placed light pecks around my lips. Never once letting her lips touch mine.

“Nah, I don’t.” I finally stopped acting bitch made and used my force to push her lil evil ass from on top of me. I stood and then helped her up, ignoring the pulsing that was coming from the front of my pants. She purposely bent down in front of me as she went to slip of her slippers. I stared at her ass the entire time; I mean she was wearing some thin ass black leggings and her black thong looked lovely.

“We can fuck when my nigga go back to Houston. I promise that.” I said nothing as I watched her gather her belongings and head over to the front door. “I knew ya shit was big,” she winked at me and then slipped through the front door like it was nothing.

I knew this girl was dangerous but god damn. She ain’t give one fuck.