#duncan just wants to scare someone

[queatherine]

how i imagine the killer bass dynamic when bridgette was the last girl on the team

(im well aware harold would still be on the team at this point,, shhhh, I just think that these four <3) (still love harold too <3)

[jaehaeryshater]

King Maekar and his cupbearer Vaella Targaryen, daughter of Daeron

art by @vazdelart, commissioned by me

“Emme, stop commissioning Vaella art” the crowd begs. “I can’t :(((” I reply while holding out a large wad of money to all my favorite artists.

I’ve been wanting a Vaella art featuring Maekar desperately for the past few months. The reason for this is that Rhaenyra was a cupbearer and in the southern part of Westeros, and especially in King’s Landing, the role of cupbearer is a very prestigious title for a young person to have and is often an indicator of someone being the heir to the throne. While Vaella’s claim was dismissed at the Great Council, I find no reason to believe that as long as Daeron lived, her role as his only child would not have been taken seriously and her education would not have been a priority nor that her prestige as the only child of the heir of the Iron Throne would not have been respected. That’s why I see her as Maekar’s cupbearer versus Duncan the Small, who was around the same age as her. Besides, I just think it’s sweet that Maekar would want to have her around as much as possible and hopefully have some control in her upbringing while Daeron, although I believe based on what we know about it his character that he must have loved Vaella deeply, was often not in a state to be a good father.

This is my second time commissioning Vaz and I love their work, so I would like to take a moment to point out some of the details that were worked in. I think they deserved to be appreciated. I didn’t ask for the pockmarks on Maekar’s face, she thought of it on her own and I’m so glad because I haven’t really seen any Maekar art where he has them, it adds a level of accuracy I think. I was so happy with the idea and how it came out. I wanted Maekar dressed mostly in black, sort of to show how he was a serious/no nonsense person and as a nod to his status as widower (I know we know nothing about him and Dyanna’s relationship but I like to think he never got over it, a lot like Queen Victoria), but also just because of it being his house colors. I think he looks regal but understated. Vaella, however, is all decked out. In my eyes, she loves pink. The excessive and showy fashion is meant to be courtesy of Daeron. I headcanon that he loves her so much but is too scared to get close to her because he thinks he will somehow negatively impact her, but that she adores him. The only way he feels that he can show his love and relieve his guilt is to spoil her with whatever will make her happy. And she loves dresses, he loves dressing her up and seeing her squeal in excitement when they’re fitting her for a new outfit. She does a pink strip in her hair, that’s supposed to be a nod to her mother, Kiera of Tyrosh. When this got posted to Reddit, someone was complaining that people (myself included) keep putting colored strips in characters hair when it’s not canon to their appearance, which I thought was really funny because Vaella has no canon appearance and the pink strip is as canon as her being bald. I just went with the sandy colored hair like Daeron’s because Kiera also doesn’t have a canon hair color. And in Tyrosh, they love to color their hair bright colors, so I thought Vaella would be a prime candidate to have a color strip in her hair.

This is mostly irrelevant but I wanted to yap about what I think Daeron’s intentions were for Vaella and kind of compare that to Aemon the Pale Prince. First off, it’s never stated in Fire and Blood that Aemon intended on Rhaenys being his heir, so it’s unlikely that Blood and Fire and will say anything about Daeron picking an heir, especially since we can infer that Daeron is a much less politically savvy person than Aemon. That said, Aemon is married to his wife Jocelyn for many many years and Rhaenys is their only child. He never tries to acquire a new wife (although I will say that I think people overestimate how easy/common it was in real history and in Westeros history to just set aside a wife, especially one you already have a child with. Henry VIII is not the standard) and never issues any complaints about Rhaenys. Jaehaerys only settles the issue about Baelon being next in line after Aemon dies, which I like to think is because if Aemon was alive he would oppose that and simply undo that once he became King. I think Daeron is similar in his love for his daughter and lack of concern about having a son. Although we have no information on it so it’s just a guess, I don’t think his love for Kiera was remotely to the caliber of Aemon and Jocelyn’s, so I don’t think the idea of having a new wife would bother him as much as it would Aemon. I don’t think Daeron ever wanted to be King nor ever saw that for himself, but I do think he assumed that Vaella would succeed him and that he would have wanted every opportunity in the world for her. I’m not sure the matter of succession was ever brought up by Maekar to Daeron. However, I will say that Daeron is not a very mentally well person and most likely would be easily swayed, so I’m not sure he’d hold up as well as Aemon if people were pressuring him to name a boy heir or to have a son. I think he’d want something for Vaella in his heart, but could be easily convinced that her being Queen would not be good for her. Then when he died (which it’s my headcanon that while he was dying for quite some time, he gave up fighting the disease entirely once he realized that Vaella was old enough to fend for herself, and that she was the only reason he was fighting it in the first place instead of not bothering to get up in the morning, seeing as his dragon dreams left him in such a deep state of depression). It was only when Daeron died that Maekar very quickly made Aerion heir, in fear that a female ruler would could strife. Kiera, I believe, was the one person to speak for Vaella at the Council, just as I imagine that Daenora was the one to speak for Maegor.

I do recommend commissioning anything you want to see even if it’s just for you and you think no one else will like it, because it’s so fun and it feels like you’re a King in the Renaissance and are a patron of the Arra. You can literally see anything you want and you don’t have to use AI slop to do it!!!! In the time of AI, it’s more important than ever to support artists. And I will never stop because it is so rewarding. I recommended @vazdelart in particular because they work really fast and are accommodating and they are really good at drawing old men; I love it. And you may be surprised about how many people will enjoy the art, because this piece got 1400 likes on Twitter. So it’s really fun. I can’t thank the artist enough.

[barrenclan]

i feel a bit bad for cormorant :( im sure this isnt your intent but it almost feels as though hes settled for a life he didnt want

I'm curious what this is in response to - there's two major things I can think of, so let me explore them for a second!

So, if this is in response to the idea that Cormorantleaf wants kittens and Pinewing doesn't; lemme talk about that for a second. I tried to go into it in the last epilogue, but with their late-stage relationship I wanted to address a trope in fiction that really bothers me, especially as someone who doesn't want to have children. Stop me if you've heard it before:

Characters A and B are in a romantic relationship. Character A wants to have kids, but B doesn't, for whatever reason. They struggle, and talk about it, and eventually A says "it's okay, even if we don't have kids, I'll still love you!" It's really nice, and confirms that they love each other even if they don't want. Except, then, B turns around and says "it's so good to know that! It made me change my mind; I got over my 'fears', and now I do want kids!"

That bugs me. It's always the assumption, even if it's established that a relationship would be okay without kids, it's always on the onus of the person who doesn't want children to change their mind. It's never enough to stop at "it's okay if we don't have kids together" - and then they don't. So that's what I wanted to do with Cormorantleaf and Pinewing's relationship, and it's why I had Pinewing talk about his discomfort surrounding children so often and Cormorantleaf's potential to be a father. If Corm wanted kids more than he wanted to be with Pine - he could leave! No stopping him. But Pinewing matters more to him than having kids does. I find it more distasteful that someone would force themselves to raise children if they didn't want to (it's almost like that's a theme of the story... and kind of exactly what happened with Nightberry). Admittedly, I would've liked to rather do that idea with Daffodilcloud and Duncan instead of the main gay couple, but eh, I already had an end-of-arc theme with Daff to wrap up that would've clashed. These are the decisions you make when writing a story.

On the other hand, if this is in response to the idea that they're traveling around instead of settling down in one place, or that Pinewing is forcing him into the relationship; maybe I was a bit too subtle with what I was trying to get across. Cormorantleaf was actually the first one to suggest that they travel around together, way back in Issue 26:

Corm needs an emotional anchor more than a physical anchor. And this was especially clear in his early development, and how his relationship to Pinepaw was a bit unhealthy (and vice versa, too); he had such intense abandonment issues that he was holding Pinepaw up as a total pillar of support, and believed he wouldn't be able to survive without him.

That's why I wanted Cormorantleaf to have a chance to be on his own during the breakup, and solidfy that he could exist without a relationship, that he didn't need another person to survive. But instead that he could willingly choose a relationship with Pinewing, because it was something he wanted and something he thought would enrich his life rather than an obligation.

All that to say that Comorantleaf's hesitation in the last epilogue is not meant to be presented as "he's being forced into something he doesn't want by Pinewing", but rather "he's scared that them traveling around will cause Pinewing to abandon him, and that makes him panic and lash out".

And Pinewing would have absolutely stayed with him even after Cormorantleaf yelled at him, except that Corm happened to hit on Pinewing's own insecurities that come from his childhood of neglect and feelings that nobody actually wants him around:

You don't have to be un-anonymous to respond to this, and anyways if it's just personal feelings that's perfectly valid and not something I want to try and change. But I never meant to make it seem like Cormorantleaf wasn't happy with where he ended up, or that he 'settled' for something he didn't want.

[lydiadeetzwannabee]

Yellowjackets x ATP Bot Release

“We hear the wilderness and It hears us.”

A yellowjackets!au bot release.

CW: Cannibalism, Death, Mental Illness, Cults, Brainwashing, Canon Yellowjackets events

Discretion is advised, take care of yourselves!

Art Donaldson

જ⁀➴ “ adapting “

Notes: yellowjackets!au, wilderness!timeline

⋆ ₊ ⊹ It wouldn’t be easy for anyone to get used to the way of the woods after civil life was ripped from them, but Art hasn’t even made an attempt. He’s still clinging onto the hope that rescue would come get them eventually. And even though the rest of the group wants to leave him behind to fend for himself, you know you’re probably the only one who can get to him.

જ⁀➴ “ such a chill “

Notes: yellowjackets!au, wilderness!timeline

⋆ ₊ ⊹ You’ve slowly been able reason with Art, much to his dismay. But when summer left and winter came, when him and the rest of the yellowjackets became stranded for food, he found himself beginning to believe Lottie’s prophecy’s even with your obvious disapproval. But even with the conflict between you two, he’ll always care for you.

જ⁀➴ “ no one home “

Notes: yellowjackets!au, adult!timeline

⋆ ₊ ⊹ Art has spent the last twenty five years of his life trying to forget what happened in the woods after that plane crash. He managed to clean his image up, married someone who looked too much like you, and left New Jersey for good. But, one call from you was able to pull him back to that time, and no matter how much he tries, he can’t forget the wilderness.

Patrick Zweig

જ⁀➴ “ guilt “

Notes: yellowjackets!au, wilderness!timeline

⋆ ₊ ⊹ Patrick knows that it was inhumane, but all he was focused on was survival, on your survival. But he knows you’ll never forgive yourself, and all he wants is to keep you safe and not let you feel guilty for something you needed to do.

જ⁀➴ “ say it ain’t so “

Notes: yellowjackets!au, wilderness!timeline

⋆ ₊ ⊹ You and Patrick have both managed to keep each other afloat and alive in the year you’ve spent in the wilderness. However, Patrick had begun to notice how you slowly gravitated towards Lottie and her prophecies. He was never fond of her practices or of you making yourself rely on them, but he never thought you would intervene with his chance of finally going home.

જ⁀➴ “ same as you “

Notes: yellowjackets!au, adult!timeline

⋆ ₊ ⊹ Patrick didn’t give much of an effort to fix himself once he was rescued. His parents tried to get him back on track but at some point along the way figured out he was a lost cause. Now, he lives in his car going from paycheck to paycheck. Sometimes travels back to Wiskayok, New Jersey just to see you again. He knows you’ll always invite him in anyway.

Tashi Duncan

જ⁀➴ “ linger “

Notes: yellowjackets!au, wilderness!timeline

⋆ ₊ ⊹ Tashi was never supposed to be on the flight to nationals, but one ask from you and she couldn’t say no. No one would ever except a crash, and she knew it wasn’t intentional, but Tashi had already begun to resent you for making her get on that plane.

જ⁀➴ “ ritual “

Notes: yellowjackets!au, wilderness!timeline

⋆ ₊ ⊹ Tashi was supposed to be the victim of the ritual to save Lottie and to feed the group, but when Javi tried to help her, he was the one who ended up taking her place. And after being told by Lottie that the wilderness had chosen her, Tashi’s scared of what the the people around her have become.

જ⁀➴ “ no return “

Notes: yellowjackets!au, adult!timeline

⋆ ₊ ⊹ Tashi has come a long way since the plane crash twenty five years ago. She was able to recover after the ACL tear she had suffered from during her college years and is now a famously renowned soccer coach. And you were someone she thought she had left behind, but following your discharge from a psychiatric hospital, she could never stay away.

[thewardenisonthecase]

when you look at the stars, I'll be there

Summary: For over ten years, Anneliese Cousland and Alistair have tried and failed to conceive. After much work, however, their son is born and Anneliese soons find herself struggling with being a mother. aka. the character study fic about anneliese and motherhood. A/N: idk anything about babies or being a mother btw so don't. come for me if smthg seems off. Word Count: 2,211

When she was young, Anneliese had been told that there was no moment like that when a mother first held her child. When she asked her sister-in-law, Oriana went into great detail at how full of love she felt when Oren came into the world. During her pregnancy, the other ladies in court all told her what wonderful and magical moment it was. 

But as Anneliese sat there, covered in sweat and bleeding, shaking from exhaustion, she wondered if something was wrong with her. When they placed the child in her arms, she could barely stand to look at him. 

For nine long months she had carried him inside of her, and she had hated almost every second of it. The constant nausea and vomiting that made her feel weak was bad enough. The fact that all those around her treated her like glass made it even worse. Soon, she no longer was allowed to carry a shield and days were no longer spent training in the courtyard. 

Embroidery did very little to sate her needs of stabbing. 

The worst part had been the nightmares. Especially during the later months, she had consistent nightmares where she was a Broodmother and from her, the slug like Children crawled out from her. She shivered even just remembering those. 

And now he was here, this long awaited child that had caused her so much suffering was in her arms. She had thought that his birth would make it all worth it, that it would all make sense. 

But when she looked at him, Anneliese felt nothing. It was the same nothing that she felt when she killed Howe. 

The memory of that day came back to the forefront of her mind. Howe, dead on the floor, his blood on her hands, her sword, her shield. His vile words echoing in her head, and she had been driven by the belief that his death would have meant more than this. That it would have felt something more than just another body in the pile she left behind wherever she went. 

She thought it would have given reason to all the pain she had endured but as she looked at his lifeless eyes, she felt nothing. 

“He’s so small.” Alistair’s voice brought her back to the present. Anneliese turned her head to look at him. He had a smile on his face and she swore she saw a tear on his eye. At least someone was happy. “I think he has your nose.” 

She wanted to say something but her only reply was a half smile, as the tiredness began to set in. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as her son began to settle down in her arms. 

“Have you thought of a name yet?” She heard Eamon ask. With a heavy sigh, she opened one eye and looked at Alistair. 

“Since he’s a boy, I believe we settled on Duncan.” He said, looking between the old man and the baby. 

It was almost ironic that their child be named after the man who put them on this path all those years ago. But it was a good name. 

“Yes.” She breathed out. “Duncan it is.”        

. 

Anneliese sat alone in the nursery, Duncan drinking from her breast. The topic of a wet nurse had been brought up but she insisted on feeding her child herself. It had taken her too long to have him, she wouldn’t let others raise her son. 

But as she sat there, her thoughts went to Morrigan.   

Morrigan all alone, pregnant, wandering Ferelden. Giving birth by herself and raising her son on her own. Did she feel scared? Did she ask for help? Did she feel the same as Anneliese did now? 

Did Morrigan doubt herself as Anneliese did?

She wondered where she was. A decade had passed, the boy would be all grown up by now. Who did he take after, she wondered. 

Anneliese looked down at Duncan, as he continued to drink. Alistair said he had her nose though it seemed to her too early to tell. He did have a mop of black hair on his head, much like hers.

She sighed heavily as she thought of the months that had passed. She had spent most of her time in this room, with him. She’d sing him to sleep, she’d feed and bathe him, and all this time spent together, she still waited for that moment. 

The moment she’d look at him and feel something.

Duncan cried endlessly. She would try to soothe him but it was never enough. She would hold him in her arms, trying to rock him but he wouldn’t stop crying. Then Alistair would hold him and he’d calm down in an instant. Anneliese wondered if there was something wrong with her. 

Sometimes, she almost resented him. She was always alone with him, and thought Alistair helped where he could, someone still had to lead the country. The few times she had met with others, the conversation had been solely about him. How’s the babe, is he doing well, he’s so big. She tired of it quickly. 

She missed her life before he was born, of days spent in the training yard. How long had it been since she last wielded a sword? 

But when she thought of handing Duncan to someone else, fear gnawed at her. He consumed her life and yet, she couldn’t stand to be separated from him. Did Oren not die the night his father wasn’t around? 

Still, she was tired, and only four months had passed. Would it be like this forever? 

Once he was done feeding and burping, she rocked him her arms, hoping he’d go to sleep. The peacefulness of the moment lay heavy on her eyes, and soon, she closed them. 

. 

“But I don’t want to get married!” Anneliese crossed her arms and pouted. She sat in front of the vanity, her tiny legs swinging from the chair as her mother brushed her hair. 

Eleanor huffed “You say that now, but then one day, you’ll be old and wrinkly and wondering where are you husband and children to keep you warm.”

“I can have my friends. And Buddy will be there.” 

She sighed. “I know, honey, but friends can leave and Buddy…well, it would just be safer if you had someone who would be with you. Like a husband.” She began braiding Anneliese’s hair. “I just want you to not be alone.” 

“I have you and father. I’ll never be alone.” 

“Your father and I…we won’t be here forever, love.”

Anneliese frowned. “What does that mean?” 

“I-” Eleanor did not finish her sentence, as an arrow was shot through her throat. Anneliese stood up from her chair, not a child anymore, as she saw her mother bleeding on the floor. 

Eleanor gasped, trying to say something but she couldn’t. 

“Mother!” She held her hand, tears streaming down her face. “Please, please. Mother, don’t leave me. I need you!” 

Her mother looked at her, eyes widened as life vanished from her body. Soon, it turned to ash into Anneliese’s hand, as she cried herself into waking up. 

.

The room was dark, with a gentle breeze flowing through the open window. Anneliese woke up with a gasp, and feeling an emptiness in her arms. 

Duncan was nowhere to be found. 

Her heart hammered in her chest as she looked around. Seeing no sign of him, she ran out of the room. The halls were long and dark, but she knew her home well. She stopped first in the room, grabbing the sword she always kept underneath her bed and ran out again. 

She ignored the guards and servants that tried to talk to her. Soon, she found herself bursting into Alistair’s room. 

“Alistair! Duncan-” She said as she entered but soon the words died on her throat as she saw her husband, sitting on a chair, their son asleep on his chest. She placed her sword on the floor, as she breathed a sigh of relief, walking over to them. 

Alistair, who seemed half asleep, looked at her. “He was crying, so I decided to take him. He’s been out for hours now.” 

“He was crying?” She whispered. How had she not heard it? 

“You were asleep. I didn’t want to disturb you.” 

She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t remember falling asleep. The fact that someone entered the nursery and took him without her noticing-

“You’re crying.” Alistair whispered, as he reached forward to hold her hand. “What happened?” 

She looked down, frowning as she touched her face. It was only then she had noticed the tears. “I had a bad dream and then I woke up and he was gone, and I…” She covered her face with her hands, trying not to sob as she took a deep breath. “Maker, what a mess.” 

“Hey…look at me. ” Alistair reached for her hand again, holding it in his. “He’s here, you’re here, I’m here. Everything’s alright.” 

She wiped the tears from her face with her other hand. “I just… Keep worrying something will happen if I’m not here.”

“He won’t be alone. There’ll always be someone watching over him.”

“It’s not that, it’s…. What if the wind blows too coldly, or what if wakes up scared, or what if someone takes him.” She looked at Alistair. “What if something happens and I’m not here?”

“Nothing’s going to happen.”

“You don’t know that. Alistair, you took him from me and I didn’t wake up.” 

“I’m his father-”

“But what if you weren’t-”

“Anneliese.” He spoke in a slightly louder tone. “I worry too. All of the time. But you haven’t been resting well. That’s why you didn’t wake up. You spend every waking hour with him, and it's hurting you. Let others help.” 

She bit her lip. She knew he was right but he didn’t understand. Duncan was small, too small, and he did nothing besides eat, sleep and cry. It was her job to protect him, and if she couldn’t even do that…

His crying took her out of her thoughts, and soon, he was back in her arms. Alistair tried to protest, but she told him “I’ll put him to sleep and then…then we talk.” 

She marched out of the room, as she desperately tried to soothe him but it seemed an impossible task. Duncan always cried harder when she held him. 

In his room, she walked in circles, rocking him, singing to him but nothing worked. Soon, she too began to quietly cry. 

What was wrong with her, that she couldn’t calm her own child? Did he know his mother did not love him as she should? 

She didn’t know how to do this. There were others to help, yes, but none of them understood. She felt like a child again, lost and desperate and where was her own mother. 

Eleanor should have been there. She should have been there to hold her hand and guide her and tell her how to do this and how to fill the void inside of her. Duncan continued to cry. 

She walked towards the window, gulping down her own tears, and she looked to the sky, taking a deep breath. 

“When you look at the stars, I’ll be looking at them too.” Anneliese whispered to herself, remembering her mother’s words to her. “And it’ll be as if we’re looking at each other.” 

‘When you feel lonely and lost, just look to the stars, and I’ll be watching over you.’ 

Where are you now, mother, when I need you most? She thought to herself. 

Anneliese wondered if she could see her now. Anneliese was no longer the girl her mother had tried to protect - loss and constant battle had turned into a woman. When she was young, she thought her mother was over protective. She didn’t let Anneliese leave Highever, she didn’t want to put her in danger, she did not understand her fascination with blades and combat and stories of war and knights. 

But now, holding Duncan in her arms, she began to understand. All he had was Anneliese. Perhaps that’s how her mother always saw her, not as a young woman, but as the child she had to protect. 

As if by a miracle, Duncan ceased crying. She looked down at him, as he squirmed in the slightest before settling in her arms. 

She took a deep breath. “Nothing will ever hurt you.” She promised. “I won’t let anything hurt you, ever.” She kissed his forehead. “I’m sorry that I can’t be a good mother to you,” she wiped a tear off her cheek “but I promise to be there. I love you.” She said. 

Even if I can’t feel it, she thought to herself. 

Gently, she laid him on the crib, and stood over him, watching him sleep. Not too long after, Alistair walked into a room and went to her side, a hand on her back. 

“Go to sleep, love. I’ll stay with him.” 

She looked at Alistair, and saw the tiredness in his eyes. She nodded and said “I’ll go, just…give me a few more minutes.” 

He nodded, and the two stood there, watching their son sleep. 

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[pittsick]

LOVE ME TO DEATH .ᐟ

BOTS: ART DONALDSON PATRICK ZWEIG TASHI DUNCAN

part one ・ part two ・ part three

summary: The nightmare isn’t over—you're being hunted again, only this time, you're done running. As paranoia spirals and old enemies resurface, a deadly game begins between predator and prey. In the end, someone’s mask will shatter—and someone else will finally learn how to wear it.

cw: 1.7k words. apt!scream au. graphic violence. stalking & paranoia. psychological manipulation. use of weapons. mention of torture. dissociation and identity shift. home invasion. death. blood.

genre: psychological horror / slasher / thriller.

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You’ve moved twice since Stanford. Changed your name. Dyed your hair. You don’t talk about what happened, not to anyone, not even therapists—not that you trust them. You don't sleep easily anymore. Shadows linger in the corners of your room a little too long. There’s always a cold spot behind you, no matter how warm the room is. You tell yourself it’s over. You survived. You made it out.

But in the quiet moments, you know the truth. They're still out there.

Art, Patrick, Tashi. Your roommates. Your friends. The murderers. And worst of all… they let you live. That wasn’t kindness. It was a curse. One that you have to carry until your final days.

It starts again with the tennis ball.

It’s sitting neatly on your windowsill one rainy morning. You open the curtains and it’s just… there. The same kind they used to practice with. Only now it has a cartoon smile drawn across its surface in red Sharpie. On the back, smeared from the drizzle, are three words:

Come play, sweetheart.

Your blood runs cold. Your heart should race—but it doesn’t. You just stare. They’ve found you, again, like they knew where to search. And they’re asking for a rematch; a game you are still not sure you want to play.

You try to leave town once more. Pack a bag. Buy a bus ticket. But the bus never comes. Instead, a teenage driver stops in front of the stop, rolls the window down, and tosses something at your feet without a word before driving away.

A cassette tape.

It reinforces the thoughts of them watching you, no matter where you are. But paying people to drop hints now? That’s a new one. A new manipulation tactic, the idea that anyone around could be an accomplice.

You don’t think about it until you’re back in your apartment, which is harder than possible. And even then, you play it through your old analog player with reticence. Their voices fill the room like ghosts you never truly buried.

Patrick’s low, teasing drawl. Art’s nervous laughter. And Tashi—God, Tashi—clear and sweet as ever. "You thought it was over? You’re the lead, baby. We were just giving you time to change costumes.”

You sit on the floor for hours after that, the player long silent. It’s happening again. Only this time, you won’t play defense; but attack. And you are ready for this. Because you’re tired of running, of being scared; of crying into the night and nightmares that won’t ever disappear.

They want a final girl? They’ll get something worse, you decide. They want to play the game? You’re going to outplay them.

You spend weeks preparing. Gathering supplies. Ropes. Blades. Cleaning solvents. You fix an old voice changer from Ebay you found for less than $5. You break back into your own trauma, pull out every memory they carved into you and twist it into armor.

You do it slowly, mapping and preparing so it doesn’t look suspicious to vendors, neighbors and friends.

You stop flinching at your reflection. You stop jumping at noises. You start hunting. Because that’s what they want, and you’re going to give it to them.

And the first one you catch is Art.

It’s almost pitiful how easily he gives himself away.

He’s following you—badly. You spot him on a side street, hoodie up, trying to blend in with the college kids. Same gentle gait. Same eyes that never quite know where to land. He thinks he’s invisible.

You almost think he did it on purpose with how visible to your eyes he is.

But he’s never been a good liar. So you leave your window open that night. Just a crack. A soft invitation. And sure enough, around midnight, you hear him enter. Clumsy, quiet. Like he doesn't want to wake you.

He doesn’t know you haven’t slept in days. He doesn’t know the knife is already in your hand and the game’s on.

He’s in your kitchen when you step out. His back to you, opening a cabinet, looking for something—what? Tea? The old him might have. The old him used to bring you honey lemon when you were sick at Stanford and brush back your hair for comfort.

That boy is long gone. “You shouldn’t be here,” you say. He whirls around. Pale. Wide-eyed. You’re not screaming. You’re not crying. You’re not begging anymore. That seems to scare him most.

“I just wanted to see you,” he says. “To talk.”

“You killed seven people.” He flinches. “I didn’t mean—”

“Yes, you did.” You raise the knife without waiting for another word, another movement. It was him or you. He raises his hands.

“Please wait,” he whispers. “Tashi made us. Patrick—he—” You lunge without letting him finish. He tries to run, not even try to push you away. Because he’s soft. Always was. The blade goes in clean, right under his ribs. He gasps, his mouth opens and closes. He sinks to his knees, hands to the wound when you jerk the knife away. “I didn’t want to hurt you,” he chokes.

You kneel with him. Press your forehead to his like he used to. “I know.” You murmur but you don’t even believe your own words. It was his fault; it was their fault. You slit his throat with one practiced motion.

You don’t cry. You don’t even feel. Just… progress and move on. Like nothing happened and like you didn’t have to watch a tutorial on how to cut a body to throw it away on Youtube as a joke. Expect it’s not a joke anymore.

Patrick is harder.

He’s already waiting when you find him. Inside the old rec center at the edge of town, where the local kids go to drink and screw and dare each other into ghost stories. The type that smells like gasoline, sweat and sex in every corner.

He’s cleaned the place out. Set up candles. Mirrors. Your photos—some stolen from your social media, others from places you don’t remember being watched. They’ve been defaced. Eyes blacked out. Mouths cut open.

You always knew Patrick was the most deranged one; there was something wrong with him from the moment you two met.

He's watching you through one-way glass when you enter. He speaks through the walls. “Nice to see you again, sweetheart.” You don’t flinch.

“You killed Art,” he says. “Messy.” You step into the center of the room and call back, “He was the easiest.” Patrick laughs. It echoes all around you. There’s nothing funny.

“Is this your revenge arc?” he purrs. “Your trauma transformation? I'm so proud.”

“Come out and say that to my face.”

“Oh, no no. That’s how I get stabbed.” You smile. Because he doesn’t know you’ve already found the control panel. The lights go out and all you have to do is wait for the mouse to get out of his corner into the trap.

When he finally stumbles into the center, flashlight raised, he’s cocky, until the bullet rips through his thigh and into his artery. Obviously you had gotten yourself a gun, you weren’t stupid to believe Patrick wouldn’t try to kill you either.

He drops to the floor with a hiss, hurt and surprised, and you emerge from the dark. And for the first time, you see something he never meant to show you: fear. “You think you’re better than us now?” he spits. “You’re not. You loved it. You loved the attention. You miss it.”

The blood is pouring from the hole in his leg, and you see his face paling. The flashlight rolled on the dirty floor to illuminate his being, like a joke.

“I miss not being haunted,” you say softly. Then you drag him by the collar, he’s too weakened to argue. You tie his hands, and whisper every name of every victim he did in his ear before you slit him open like a science experiment. Without any guilt.

Patrick is easier to hide. A tank of gasoline and some matches and you leave the scene like nothing happened.

Two down, one left, you tell yourself. And she’s the one that matters most.

Tashi always mattered most. Tashi was the one who held your hair back when you threw up the night after the first killing. Tashi was the one who rubbed your back and said, “I’ll protect you.” Tashi was the one who kissed you before she let you escape the athletic building lockers back at Stanford. Bloody and bruised.

She’s the reason you became this. So when she walks into your apartment three days later after picking your lock—no mask, no knife, just her—you don’t pretend.

Neither does she.

“You killed them,” she says simply. You nod; there’s no reason to deny. “They deserved it.” She steps forward, eyes scanning your face. “Do I?” You don’t answer. She does.

She smirks. “You look good in red.” You don’t hesitate. You lunge at her with all the rage your body and brain knows; with the fear and paranoia. With the gaslighting and manipulation you felt when she looked at you right in the eyes back then, and said that everything would be alright.

The fight is vicious. No weapons at first. Just teeth and nails and blood and screams. You throw her into the bookshelf. She shatters a lamp over your shoulder. You stab her in the thigh with a fork. She punches you in the mouth so hard your vision whites out and you spit blood.

Still, she grins. “I missed this,” she whispers, cheek split. You grab the knife from the coffee table and you push her down. She looks up at you, breathing hard. “Do it.” She mocks, pupils wide and grinding.

Like she doesn’t expect you to—because you’ll always be their final set. Nothing would come out good of you surviving.

But you’re tired of them still living through your brain; the memories, the fear, the manipulation. Like you didn’t deserve anything but this. You do. And it’s time for Tashi to realize that you can play too.

So you do–right through her shoulder first, through her stomach, through her heart. She gurgles. Blood bubbles from her lips to hit your face. She’s still smiling. “You were always one of us,” she says. You lean in close.

“I’m what comes next.” And twist the blade.

You burn the apartment too. All of it. Everything they touched. Everything you were.

You disappear, change your name again. No one comes looking, like it was your body in the flames, like you died in that apartment. Like a piece of you disappeared and you could never be the same.

There are whispers, of course. Strange deaths after. A new mask. A killer who leaves no witnesses. Some say it’s a woman. Some say it’s a man. Others say it’s the ghost of someone who watched too many horror movies.

But you know the truth. You weren’t the final girl, you were the beginning of a new chapter. You are the knife in the dark. You are the consequence. Maybe they were right, maybe you were always like them… The thrill of a kill itching in your veins, begging you for more right after Art.

But they were wrong, because you didn’t want to play team and didn’t want to be manipulated.

And now? You are Ghostface.

[cheesecakeluvrs]

The genuine emotion of Alejandro and Heathers relationship

We all know Alejandro and Heather have one of the most iconic enemies to lovers stories but I do think there is a lot more realness to it than how most people perceive it. I would mostly like to talk about Alejandro in the last few episodes of World Tour. (I will be ignoring All Stars)

I always hear people say they’re the most toxic couple ever but I actually think they ‘could’ make it as a couple in the real world healthily. All their toxicity just boils down to; they want to win. They both want to win so bad so they are just pushing down their romantic feelings for their opponent in the game. This is Heathers third season and she is out for the win. She’s seen how love has ruined others games and isn’t going to be charmed like everyone else. Alejandro obviously has a quite competitive nature, especially when concerning his family and it’s clear that they expect him to win. They both have a lot of pressure on this win so it is just a constant battle of pushing their feelings and care for each other aside for the sake of the win.

Since the beginning of the show Alejandro has always had a bit of vulnerability with Heather because she’s really the only person who understands him. Alejandro genuinely cares for Heather, this is best seen in how throughout the entire show, Alejandro never wants her gone. My favorite fact of World Tour is that Alejandro NEVER votes for Heather, not a single time. Even when he’s scared she’s going to be eliminated in ‘Slap Slap Revolution’ (this was also pretty early in the series) he gives attention to her to 1; make Team Victory lose and 2; make Heather look more useful for her team so she isn’t at risk. Also in ‘Chinese Fake-Out’ Duncan suggests to vote out Heather but Alejandro shoots it down. At this point they do have a semi-alliance but nothing strong enough to where it would be out of character for Alejandro to want to vote someone out if they’re a threat to him. It’s a little similar on Heather side, she doesn’t vote him until ‘Awwwwww, Drumheller’. They are also both shown to be sad or nervous when the idea of getting the other out starts to become a visible reality. I just find it so funny that with them constantly saying they’re out for the other they have one vote for each other between the two of them. They will keep each other in the game even when given good chances but would rather die than work together because of a beautiful thing called pride.

Now back to my main point with Alejandro and the last episodes of World Tour. We see Alejandro start to crack a few times in World Tour, especially with Owen, but him in ‘Awwwwww, Drumheller’ was a very big moment. He had clearly done the best in part one of the challenge then got last, making the next part of the challenge near impossible. When Heather makes fun of him because of his situation we see him get very angry. Alejandro is very good at concealing his emotions but with it being Heather the one to ridicule him was too much. He had just lost despite doing the best then had his rival/crush in the game make fun of him. I think it’s really important that it’s ‘Heather’ doing this. He is able to handle her jokes normally but now he is being looked down upon by the one person he considered an equal. Heather is able to affect him so much because Heather is the only person who he actually cares about. Then of course there is the rock. Alejandro, the man who manipulated and ruthlessly eliminated Harold, Bridgette, Leshawna, DJ, Tyler, Owen, Duncan, and Courtney had his heart strings pulled. Alejandro at the beginning of the game wouldn’t care how long he had been in the game with someone or how intense their rivalry was, he was here for the win. Heather is the only person who Alejandro respects and of course once again it’s just an excuse for himself to keep her in the game. This is the first big sign that unlike Heather, Alejandro values her over the game.

Now for the main thing I would like the talk about, the betrayal. This is probably the biggest sign of real emotion from Alejandro as he is VERY hurt by what Heather did. I will remind you again this man has manipulated and eliminated countless people but when the same is done to him he is absolutely appalled. This isn’t Alejandro just being a hypocrite, he is able to respect game when it’s done to him, but to him:

“It’s all a game to you but not to me”

Alejandro wasn’t playing the game when he saved Heather, he was saving the woman he loves. Up until now Alejandro was completely in the game but this was a moment of vulnerability from him. So when Heather votes for him to him it wasn’t her playing the game, it was her betraying him, Alejandro. To Heather it’s still the game, she even says “you would’ve done the same” but I don’t think he would’ve. Alejandro wants to go to the end with Heather, he wants to go to the end with the one person he respects, the one person he loves. This is the defining line between Heather and Alejandro’s game because for Heather she absolutely loves Alejandro but she needs this win and for Alejandro he absolutely wants the win but he needs Heather. They are both mass manipulators scared to trust the other mass manipulator with their heart.

Do I know what their relationship would be like in the actual world? No but honestly there are a lot more toxic couples in this show and I think they have a good chance of being healthy. We have just never had the chance to see the two of them in a situation without a whole bunch of pressure on them. Like I could go into why the hype for Tyler and Lindsay is completely reliant on nostalgia and pretty unhealthy but ya’ll ain’t ready for that conversation.

[luvz-me]

being at the last year of your sports medicine university course abroad in america was like a dream come true. but in all honesty you just wanted it to be over and quick. the prospect of having to intern at a random clinic for three months wasn't appealing at all. you made sure to send your cv to different physiotherapy clinics, gyms, sports clubs but still no answer.

watching all your colleagues start earlier than you was discouraging until one afternoon, after watching 2 boring movies a guy at a club told you to watch last night you got a call.

someone with a very poised voice starts talking almost immediately, "good afternoon, i'm speaking on behalf of the sports clinic and i was wondering if you'd be available for an interview tomorrow morning regarding your internship application?"

you almost envied the way there wasn't any hint of nervousness in their voice. it was almost immediate the way you accepted the offer, in all honesty you just wanted to get it over with.

you started your internship there after almost a week until one day, by the evening you witnessed something you never thought you would. tashi fucking duncan walking in the clinic right as you were about to leave. you felt your stomach turn, not in the bad way, but in the - what the fuck, did i hit my head somewhere and wake up in an alternate universe? - way. your anxiety making you want to throw up seeing one of the people you wrote countless essays about stand before you.

"i'm looking to book a sports physician. medium term for art donaldson, need them to be able to come in-house monday through friday." you heard her say to the receptionist, blunt yet always polite. one of your idols standing just a few meters away from you made you weak at the knees. you were aware the clinic was well frequented but you never thought she'd be in your sight ever.

you looked at your nails, pondering if you should start biting them, regaining a bad habit just because you found yourself in a situation you couldn't control sounds very much like you but tashi probably would think that's gross so you stop.

a client you had been assigned to arrives and you curse yourself out for not being able to keep listening to the conversation anymore. the day never ended. each glance you took at the clock just seemed like you were stopped in time. sighing while helping the elder woman stretch her upper body and muttering some words of praise, explaining to her that she'd have to keep coming for at least one more week so the pain could dissipate. you flashed her a smile as she got up and said goodbye, thanking you endlessly for helping her ease the pain.

your supervisor had been watching you. giving some criticism on this session with the client. as you were about to leave she pulled you aside and informed you that starting tomorrow you'd be going to tashi duncans house.

everything inside was pristine, you were even scared to even lean against the furniture in fear you'd somehow break it. tashi had given you a quick house tour, her heels clacking on the hardwood floors as she warmed you up to her, occasionally telling jokes about herself and saying you reminded her of herself. when she was in college. you didn't really know what that meant but you decided to take it as a compliment, nervously fidgeting your fingers. art was nowhere to be seen up until you reached the gym area.

standing there, broad shoulders scrolling through his phone, distracted and flashing a smile towards his wife once she clears her throat and wraps an arm around his shoulder. introducing you to each other and leaving promptly, saying she had a meeting with her pr team and that she'd be back at 8 pm.

you swallow dry. standing there awkwardly with your backpack on your shoulders.

"so.. umm were gonna start with wall angels maybe. tashi told me thats your problem area right now" you blurted out, trying to sound as professional as possible "just. place your arms against the wall in a 90 degree angle and slowly straighten them"

art follows suit, standing against the wall awkwardly moving his arms up and down before asking "how old are you?" breaking the silence

"i'm 21" you mutter in surprise analysing his form and his toned shoulders, and arms.. and muscles. eyes narrowing trying to remind yourself that this is not one of your hookups, this is art fucking donaldson and you're here for an internship. at his house. in his fancy home gym. hes not yours to admire. "why?"

"ah.. just wanted to know" art shrugs, looking at you intently. he gets up suddenly, yet his movements are deliberate. you feel the knot tighten in your stomach, your pulse quicken as i looked at the man before me. "can you show me how to do it properly?" his voice drops to a lower tone and all you can do for a few seconds is flutter your lashes at him

"but this is pretty easy already, i don't know how to ex-"

"i said, i want you to show me" art cuts you off, his gaze literally burning through your skull

art mirrors your movements, his eyes never leaving yours. you hope he doesn't notice the slight tremble in your hands.

"like this?" he asks, his voice even softer now, almost a whisper.

you nod, your breath hitching. "yes, just like that. make sure to keep your back flat against the wall."

he follows your instructions, his body inching closer. you can feel the heat emanating from him, a stark contrast to the cool, clinical setting of the gym. there's a tension in the air, a charged silence that makes your heart race.

"you're good at this," he murmurs, his eyes darkening with an emotion you can't quite place

your cheeks flush, the compliment catching you off guard. "i appreciate that, mr. donaldson."

he moves closer, his body now just inches from yours. you can feel the magnetism between you, a pull that's impossible to ignore. his hand reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. the gesture is tender, almost too intimate for your professional setting. "it's art, yeah? call me art, i don't want to feel like an old fart" he grins

"i should… i should check your shoulder alignment," you stammer, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism. "you're a bit tight here," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "let me help you."

you guide him through a series of stretches, your hands lingering a bit longer than necessary on his shoulders, his back. the room feels smaller, the air thicker with each passing moment.

the session was over. finally. you gathered your things and slid your backpack over your shoulders. art's gaze is still on you and it's impossible not to feel it "are you in a hurry to leave?"

"umm, no i just. no im not in a hurry" you smile "just don't want to bother you anymore" your breath catches in your throat

"i was hoping we could talk a bit more. get to know each other better." he smirks. what the fuck "tashi told me some things about you but i think one on one conversation is far better" grabbing your hand and guiding you to a small resting area at the gym engaging in some superficial conversation about you while tracing circles in the back of your hand. you can't help but sigh. his hands becoming more and more pervasive, touching your thighs, reaching up up up until he's close to your crotch. a slight whine escapes your mouth. you're not focusing on the conversation at all.

"art, this is not-"

"tashi doesn't have to know" he replies knowing tashi knows damn well. hell, she even planned this for him. it wasn't her intention to scout a pretty little physiotherapist like you at first. but you were at the right place, at the right time. the moment she took a glance at you she knew she had to have you. it was a plus art needed help with his shoulders. his hands roaming on the waistband of your tight leggings, your mouth parting with a sigh. sigh that he takes as opportunity to crash his lips against yours. your eyes narrow at first and for a second you try to pull back but you don't really want to.

his fingers edging closer to your panties, the tightness of the leggings increasing the skin on skin contact. "aw you look so pretty with your lips parted. you wanna take my fingers in you don't you huh?" now hovering over you, caressing you over your top "fucking corrupt that little head of yours"

you can't help but let out a moan that sends him over the edge. sliding your leggings down caressing you over your panties. before pushing two fingers inside your mouth for you to suck. "you want this don't you baby?"

"mhm" you nod trying your hardest not to bite him when he uses his opposite hand to caress your sensitive nub. furrowing your eyebrows trying your hardest not to grab his arm. his calloused fingers leaving your plump mouth suddenly and making a 'pop' sound "but tashi might" cut off by the pads of his fingers circling your clit

"tashi doesn't mind" his voice hungry "im just helping you out yeah? we're just getting acquainted" one of his fingers teases your entrance slowly entering earning a sharp wince from you. the unfamiliar feeling slowly turning into pleasure as he slid it in and out "open your eyes f'me, let me see those pretty eyes"

you bite your lip staring at his face as he does such a lewd thing to you, and you let him. knowing he has a wife. somehow this made it even more arousing. whats wrong with you? "gonna add one more finger, fuck you're so tight around me, so good. i bet that clit would feel so good around my tongue" small tears cornering around your eyes. the soft noises leaving your lips only encouraging him to keep going.

"feels good huh baby?" he coos, his face edging closer and closer to your clit as your hips rise, only to stop once you're about to cum. abruptly sliding your panties back up along with your leggings.

this earns him a well deserved mewl. edging you like this. stopping when you were just so so close was just so mean of him. looking up at him just to see him lick your juices off his fingers, feeding them to you. "suck" he commands "don't be mad, i just need to make sure you come back for more sessions" fixing your hair and picking up your backpack from where you left it on the gym floor

[artydonsgf]

hi everyone here is art, tashi, and patrick with random headcanons i have of them<3 i have first time saying i love you headcanons coming up!

Art Donaldson

- incapable of fixing his face

- for example, if you guys are at a party n someone says something wild, he reacts SO viscerally

- literal whole body reaction

- extremely ticklish

- you found this out on accident, you were cuddling in bed and your foot poked him while you were adjusting yourself

- he reacted without meaning to and kicked you (not that hard)

- he felt so bad but you were dying from laughter, ofc he’s the ticklish type

- likes to bite you whenever you cuddle

- it started off as a joke but he genuinely loves to gently bite when you don’t expect it and hear your soft gasps in response

- it’s half because he thinks it’s cute n half because it kinda turns him on

- wants to impress you so bad that he’ll read up on something you like n then carefully drop it in the conversation

- he does it as nonchalantly as possible except it’s impossible for him to be truly nonchalant so he’s very obviously glancing at you with a small smile

- would unironically wear the i ❤️ my gf shirt

- little spoon champion

- likes when you’re little spoon but he LOVESSS when you’re big spoon

Tashi Duncan

- also totally incapable of fixing her face

- she can hide shock but she cannot hide dislike, if she doesn’t like something you will know

- hyperfixates on meals

- like she ate this breakfast wrap you randomly made for her for a month straight

- likes when you cook for her because she’ll stand behind you and hug you the whole time

- so dead serious about game night

- you are the love of her life but during game nights you are the enemy

- likes horror movies so she can cuddle up with you

- she’s not really that scared but it’s nice having you next to her when a jump scare pops up

- loves hand holding, she’ll seek out your hands n doesn’t even realize she’s doing it

- cute thing she does is she’ll craft backstories for random people you see walking down the street

- it’s hilarious because she gives very fleshed out background to people you see briefly

- “that guy? cheating on his wife with his secretary who’s also married and has a kid his age” she likes to make the stories messy

- will do anything to make you laugh, really truly obsessed with your face

Patrick Zweig

- he cannot whisper for the life of him

- sees a girl you had beef with in high school n he basically yells “oh my god is that the girl?? the one who had sex with your boyfriend??”

- it’s a mix of not caring n also just not being aware

- extreme tease but if you tease him back he’s heartbroken

- started doing this 👉🏽👈🏽 ironically just to fuck with you but he can’t stop doing it now

- “hey babe, can you please put my bag in the car?👉🏽👈🏽”

- it has consumed him

- extremely stubborn

- also very prideful, it absolutely kills him when he has to speak up n ask for something

- extreme staring problem

- if something crazy is happening in public, he’ll just stare even if it’s really obvious

- doesn’t let you carry your bag

- he can have 100 bags in his hands and he’ll still find a way to carry your little purse

just silly thoughts, enjoy!

[dramaticallytotal]

TDWT Headcanons Pt. 2

• Trent is kind of nervous around his former Killer Grip Action teammates, even though he apologized to them already. He knows they forgive him but he still feels wary.

• During the Yukon challenge, Noah got so cold, and of course, Alejandro noticed and made him take his top shirt. Noah kept trying to tell him he had hand warmers in his utility belt, but hey, a hot guy wants to give him his shirt? Who is Noah to refuse?

• Owen and Noah tried to smuggle the corgis onto the plane after the London challenge but were unsuccessful, which made Noah even more upset when he was eliminated. He could accept being thrown out if he had gotten to sneak in the corgis. Without them, it seemed so stupid. Everything is better with dogs.

• Eva and Izzy give Alejandro the shovel talk, and he is properly terrified of them. Once Noah was eliminated, he had to hide from Eva for a good while.

• Trent, Harold, and Cody would sometimes sing and work on songs together until Sierra started being a big creep about it.

• Everyone looks into the cameras like they're in the Office when someone is being stupid or they are annoyed. Harold was the first one who did it on the island, and Noah did it around the same time, and then the others just kind of picked it up.

• Despite what the viewers think, they do stay the places they land for a little bit. That way, they don't waste fuel. Sometimes, they get to stay in hotels if Chris is feeling generous, but for the most part, they just stay in the plane. They can explore a bit but only in designated areas.

• Team E-Scope and Owen all sleep in a huddle on the plane. It's kind of like a cuddle puddle. At first, Team Amazon put up a bit of a fit about it. Especially Heather, since she sees it a fraternizing with the enemy, but when faced with the collective glares of Eva, Izzy, Noah, and surprisingly, Owen, the complaints stopped.

• Trent starts to bond with Team Chris, and he's super excited but scared. But he does get suspicious of Alejandro because of all the flirting. It's just not the done thing in his book, and it makes him uncomfortable. He doesn't want to doubt his teammate but he can't help but feel like Alejandro's intentions are anything but good.

• He doesn't voice those thoughts as he doesn't want to ruin the dynamic of his team or start waves if there really are none.

• Izzy isn't actually as crazy as she pretends to be. This isn't a new headcanon for the fandom, but it's one of my favorites.

• Izzy, Courtney, Alejandro, Heather, Ezekiel, Bridgette, Cody, Harold, Trent, Duncan, and surprisingly Noah can all sing and sing well but Noah and Duncan don't like to sing. Duncan because he only likes to sing specific genres and not all willy-nilly. Noah because, look, he's got a reputation of hating things or not putting in effort, he's not gonna change.

• One of his sisters, Noelle, was and is in theatre. So she always pulled him to practice songs, scenes, etc. Unless she just wanted to sing and wanted a partner. Don't ask Noah how many times he played the role of Christine because Noelle always wanted to be the Phantom.

• Sometimes, when the passengers (Chris calls them this instead of campers or contestants) get homesick. Those with siblings unofficially like to get together and talk about their siblings and what they miss about them. DJ misses his brothers almost as much as he misses his momma.

• There's a smaller group who get together to shit talk their siblings and how glad they are to be away from them. Heather leads, of course.

• Gwen and Trent start to bond and talk again during the challenge in the Yukon. They do try to keep it low-key because Gwen fears that Trent's team will hold his past actions against him and vote him off preemptively. Trent because he doesn't want Heather to spin it in some way that makes Gwen or himself look bad.

• And also because they don't want Sierra's attention. She tends to go...crazy about couples.

• Eva has a hard time not stopping and helping Noah, Izzy, and Owen if she sees them struggling. Those are her best friends, and she's ride or die. She does restrain herself though for the competition because she does not want to be sent home early again. She is planning to either get to the merge with Team E-Scope + O or make sure at least one of them do.

• Chris buys a magnet from everywhere they land because he knows Chef collects them for his fridge. He can't help but indulge his husband, and he loves the little smile he gets.

• Alejandro is trying to limit his flirting to his competition, but he really can't help but flirt with Noah because he likes his reactions and wit that he throws at him. He also can't help but seek out Noah when he is flirting with the competition to see if he's watching or jealous.

Last Part Next Part

[there-are-no-angels]

what i think every gen 1 total drama contestant’s type is

zeke: pretty girls (pretty boys?) eva: not too fond of romance sorry noah: idiots (affectionate) justin: idiots (derogatory) katie: whatever sadie said tyler: his girlfriend. obviously. izzy: either people who are scared of her or people who love her insanity. she will not date you if you are neutral on the topic cody: anyone but sierra beth: pretty boys (pretty girls?) sadie: whatever katie said courtney: boys she thinks she can fix (she cannot) harold: women who will actually just kill him trent: not sure bridgette: dudes with abs. girls with abs. she just wants to be carried around lindsay: her boyfriend. whatever his name was. dj: he is aroace to me geoff: surfers leshawna: you gotta be pathetic and sopping wet duncan: girls who hate the living guts out of him heather: definitely not alejandro or anything... gwen: people who understand her owen: people who understand him alejandro: he just wants someone to love him for who he is PLEASE sierra: CODYYY (or at least she thinks so. her type is actually people who match her insanity)

[so-god-awful]

TD Headcanons - 1st Gen

When Noah meets someone who's exactly like one of his siblings, he'll tell that sibling all about them. Noah's siblings are begging to meet his 'friends' who are apparently copies of them. Noah is adamant that will never happen and tells them they saw all they needed to on international TV.

Noah and DJ absolutely did some bonding behind the (in-universe) scenes in Action. Noah didn't even bother to try and kick him out after the second time.

Lindsay is beaten so hard by child-proof caps. Justin is too but he can brute force them open.

Leshawna is so older sister coded to me. She gives out the unsolicited older sister advice for the girls who don't have biological older sisters/female role-models. She *will* put you under her wing and you *will* accept it.

DJ has so many volunteer hours. Doesn't matter what group benefits: old people, young people, animals.... The animal shelters are his favorite though, obviously. Bridgette tags along to those too.

Katie and Sadie's best school subjects are what the other isn't good at. They do all their homework together so they both get good grades.

Geoff's barely passed his classes because he doesn't pay attention. Duncan's barely failed his classes because he doesn't pay attention. Neither of them are sure how the other does it. Justin's convinced if both of them were hotter they'd get better grades. At school, he just shoves his handsome face into the nearest smart girl's space until she does his work for him.

Noah and Courtney are very confused and bothered by the lack of work ethic by the three above. Noah finds the effort and drive to work comes easy and Courtney is too scared of failure to not put all her effort in.

Ezekiel's parents have those white people seasoning skills. The most flavor he knows are black pepper and onion.

Eva's parents thought she'd mellow out and were pretty disappointed when she didn't.

Owen likes to hit up the small ice-cream shops and gas stations to find the random, over-indulging ice cream flavors there. Team E-scope waits in the car for him to get back because Noah doesn't want Eva and Izzy in the shop/gas station. When Owen comes back with brownie-batter-whisky-caramel-everything mix, Noah complains around the excessive sugar but will still take a spoonful when the pint is passed around.

Harold's diabetic. In one of the first couple episodes of Island he mentions he gets hypoglycemic (low blood sugar). Non-diabetic people can get hypoglycemic, but it's rarer and most people do not know that word.

Gwen comes from a little-pets-only house. She's got lizards (canon), her brother has hamsters, her mom keeps fish.

Other pets: Eva's got a Doberman. Noah has argued she doesn't need a scary dog because she *is* the scary dog. Geoff has some kind of Retriever he's definitely tried to teach how to surf. Bridgette's got a mutt and thinks Geoff is on to something. Stray cats like Duncan's house for no explainable reason. I saw someone else say Alejandro has horses and I agree with that.

Alejandro crosses out José's face in pictures if he can't cut him off. Carlos knows he does this and makes sure to never have José between him and Alejandro in a pictures. Alejandro's also, coincidentally, fantastic at photoshopping.

Sierra's one of those people who never drinks water. Coincidentally, Cody also never drinks water.

[glassmermaids]

angel — t. duncan x fem!reader

basically a second/extended part to my sugar mommy blurb because I didn't lie when I said I couldn't stop thinking about it.

You've found yourself breaking out into laughter often these last few days, simply because the idea that you were where you are right now was enough to have you snickering softly to yourself. It all has felt like a dream you had no intention of waking up from, a life that once felt so fat out of reach now at the very tips of your fingers.

Like now — as you float aimlessly in the neon blue waters of the pool, you can't help but laugh to yourself because you're not just in any pool, but in a pool on the other side of the world, a private pool on an even more private estate, floating around as the hours tick away till you get to play in the arguably one of the biggest tournaments of your life.

The agreement of spending the few weeks at this impressive estate had come from a mindless comment you once made about not being a fan of hotels, and as if it was completely rational, Tashi had arranged the use of one of her vocational houses as accommodation for you. If it were anyone else, they would've just told you to suck it up for a few nights, but not her. The bizarre nature of the situation itself makes you laugh to yourself once again.

"What's so funny?" The voice startles you so bad you splutter around in the water like someone who's close to drowning, head briefly disappearing under the water before it reappears again and you finally find your footing. Tashi stands close to the edge of the pool as she looks down at you in the water. "You alright?" she asks with a small smile, and you almost want to push your head back under water, just to escape the way she looks at you. "I'm fine," you say, pushing hair from your forehead where it sticks to your skin, "you just startled me a little."

"I'm sorry," she says softly as she makes her way to the edge of the pool. She crouches down briefly, taking off her shoes before she sits down completely and dips her feet into the cold water. Wordlessly, you swim a little closer until you're nearly at the edge where she sits, just out of her reach.

"Your shoulder still hurt?" she asks looking over at the medical tape that now hung by a thread, strategically fastened around your shoulder. "Not really," you say, rolling the joint a few times for good measure.

She nods wordlessly, eyes following the soft ripples of the water around you until they find yours again. Her eyes are like deep pits of brown that pull you into their depths and keep you there, not allowing you any chance to ever escape. Not that you'd want to anyway, because there's something very special about being under Tashi's gaze, a very special feeling that runs through your body like static and makes you feel things you're too scared to ever admit aloud.

You feel it when she watches you practice, scrutinizing every move untill theres nothing left to scrutinize. You feel it when her eyes follow your rapid and precise movements on court, the scalding and unforgiving sun only thing that can combat the heat of her unwavering gaze.

And you feel it now as she stares at you while you aimlessly float around in her pool. The feeling is heavy as it hangs in the air between you and unspoken, and it makes any possible words lodge in your throat, any rushed confession or admission stuck right there. So instead of letting those unspoken words hang in the air, you say the next best thing that comes to mind.

"I need a new laptop."

Tashi only nods in understanding and lets out a affirmative hum. "Okay," she says softly, "we'll take care of that once we get back home, okay?" You want to scream at the way she simply complies, you want to pull her into the pool and grab her by the shoulders and shake her, screaming at her and pleading for her to tell you what is was she was doing to you. What this wordless agreement between you has come to, why she does the things she does, if she feels even a fraction of what you're feeling. But you don't say any of that, instead you laugh again, this time with no real humor in your dry tone.

"Do you know what my friends call you?" you ask softly, voice a mix between humor and extreme sorrow.

"A bitch?" she answers with a scoff and you can't help but giggle a little at that. "No," you say (they have called her that, you'd never tell her that, though) "They call you my sugar mommy," you say, the words bittersweet in your mouth now that they no longer sat lodged in your throat.

It's silent for a few moments after that, and for every quiet second that passes, you can physically feel the way your heartbeat speeds up rapidly as if trying to escape the comfort of your chest. Your stomach is twisting in knots, and your first instinct is to run away, jump right out of the pool with some lame excuse, and make your way to your bed to call it a night. But you're tired of running, so instead, you're silently moving in the water until your practically between her legs, watching as her gaze shifts from her feet in the water to your face as you stare up at her expectantly.

"What do you think about that, Tashi?" you ask bodly, mentally giving yourself a pat on the shoulder for not cowering away from the situation. You've long since given up on trying to call her Miss Duncan or even Misses Donaldson before that, it never felt right anyway.

"What do you think about that?" she finally speaks, but you only shrug dismissively. "I asked you first," you retort, once again getting lost in the endless abyss of her eyes. She once again stays silent, hand rising from where it had been gripping the edge of the pool and meeting the side of your face with a gentle touch. Her other hand mimics the movement, and she gently moves the hair from your cheeks, smoothing it behind your ears before her hands return to the sides of your face, and she simply holds you in her embrace as if you're made of glass or some other precious stone.

The bright blue from the pool casts the hue onto your face, and Tashi thinks you look otherworldly, like some kind of higher being out of a sci-fi movie or an angel she had the privilege of touching and embracing with her mortal hands. She feels the coldness seep through her jeans from where you now grip her upper legs, eyes looking at her pleadingly, begging her to give you any reprieve from the torture she's unknowingly put you through.

That reprieve is found at the feeling of her pulling your face closer until your lips finally meet in a kiss. It's soft and timid, and it's everything you've ever wanted and needed. You could cry at how good it feels, hands unknowingly gripping her thighs so hard your nails might just tear through the denim. You open your mouth for her without a second thought and when she deepens the kiss you're preening, a neady moan escaping your mouth and right into hers.

Suddenly, she's pulling away, and you feel like you could sob. She watches the way you try to chase her lips, eyes only opening once you notice she had pulled away almost completely, the warmth of her hands still permeating through the skin of your cheeks. She takes a moment to really take in your features; your lashes still wet from the water and soon wet from the unshed tears that now sat shallow in your lashline along with the sad pout on your lips, mouth sealed yet ready to beg if necessary.

"Please don't be up too late, you have a big day tomorrow," she says softly, hands retracting from your face and already you miss the heat against your cheeks. You already miss the way her lips feel against you. You're sputtering, thinking of anything to say to make her stay but she's already completely out of the water and grabbing her shoes, before she silently makes her way back inside, leaving you behind as the tears stain your now cold cheeks in wet tracks.

> part three

[femnoah]

Another female Noah au!

Bio dad chris au

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Island

Neha's mother had just split with her husband and her sister was watching her 8 sons for the weekend while she was away for a festival in America where they invited different performers (she was still working as an opera singer at the time) from across the world to get together, perform and act as a mixer.

When she's there she meets a charming man and after a couple drinks they have a one night stand. She doesn't remember his name or what he looks like.

Then weeks later she finds out she's pregnant and still for the life of her can't remember who it was (the only person she slept with after her divorce) so she decides to just raise the child on her own alongside her sons.

Turns out she was blessed with a beautiful baby girl who takes after her more than her sons do.

Sixteen years later Chris and Chef (who are married, they just keep it private) are hosting a new reality TV show.

Chef knows about all of Chris' past 'encounters' because the man is a crazy-magnet and he needs to be prepared in case any of his ex's decide to go crazy on them. Yes, Chris remembers every person he's been with.

At the beginning of the first season, before Neha was eliminated, Chef jokingly asks Chris if he has a secret love child that he didn't tell him about and Chris just rolls his eyes.

I mean, the kid is snarky and full of quips, lazy, has a bit of a superiority complex, tricks people into doing the work for 'him' and finds the torture of 'his' cast mates hilarious ('he' didn't out right laugh at all of it but Chef has seen that manic glee in husband's eyes at the suffering of others many times).

Then Neha gets eliminated and the hosts are informed that they have an assistant for the rest of the show as one of the contestants were caught breaking the no self elimination clause. Lo and behold, the contestant turns out to be 'Noah' and for someone who's currently being penalised for breaking the contract, the kid doesn't look ashamed or scared (like the rest of the interns), 'he' just looks bored out of 'his' mind.

They tell 'him' that he should try to avoid the other contestants and cameras as well as wear something different so that they don't recognise 'him' when working (mainly cause Chris wanted to see how many contestants he can con into working for him, he was very disappointed by the results).

Neha thinks that's too much effort so in front of the two hosts she takes off the sweater vest and her wig and just stares at them deadpan. "this unrecognisable enough? they're not exactly the brightest bunch you know"

Chris starts cackling and says that they're going to get on well.

Chef (who is kinda going through a crisis cause that teal shirt has an awfully familiar design) is the only one sane enough to ask the important questions like what her actual name is? why did she dress up as a guy on national television? Does she know what her job entails? And why isn't she more bothered that she now works for someone who is well known for being a bit of a deranged tyrant in the work place?

He finds out that she took advantage of the penalty clause so she could work for them and he seriously questions the teens sanity.

Cue the three bonding over making the contestants suffer and Chef starts making a list of how the girl is uncannily like his husband as a joke (to poke fun at him).

She does get hit on by the other contestants when she's not in her 'Noah' costume. Cody is the worst offender (he does not know the meaning of no when it comes to flirting) and Duncan had flirted a couple of times to try to get information on the challenges.

It gets worse in action cause then even Justin started to do it and was starting to try and 'woo' her.

The challenges just so happen to be more difficult for those who flirted with her and more often than not they get injured.

At first Chef thought it might have been Chris because his husband has a mile long sadistic streak and has started to care (eww) for the kid. But Chris isn't the most subtle of people.

Then he notices how smug their assistant gets whenever it happens and honestly? He's kinda proud of her for getting her frustrations out in a healthy way! (Yeah, Chef may think of himself as the sanest person out of the trio but that really isn't saying much)

The snark ends up being befriended by Izzy and Eva, the resident crazies (proving she's also a crazy-magnet), Chef just adds it to his list.

[epomanias]

wait, they don't love you like i love you — t.duncan

summary: after ten years of friendship, tashi still hasn't realized that you'd treat her better than any man could

contains: fluffy drabble, wlw relationship, tashi getting the love she deserves<3, artrick shade (i still love them i swear)

“It’s just- Fuck, they piss me off more than you could imagine. It’s always some new bullshit, I’m sick of it.” Tashi swears, throwing herself down next to where you’ve perched yourself on her bed. She was angry about something Art and Patrick had done, as per usual. They’d all been fighting a lot more lately—something about tennis, of course. You tried to pay attention to her rants, but there was only one thing you could take out of them; they didn’t deserve her. Never did, never will.

“You don’t have to be with them, you-”

“Obviously I fucking know that.” She interjects, scowling. “It’s not being with them, I mean— I’m happy most of the time, I guess. It’s just once they start— I don’t know. It’s complicated. Tashi rubs a hand across her face in annoyance, sighing at her own words. Seeing her like this, seeing her with them makes your heart ache. It always hurt watching her skip from guy to guy, telling you stories about how great they were to her until suddenly they weren’t. Art and Patrick were no different, despite them clearly thinking they were.

“You deserve better. You know that, right? You should know that.” You murmur, hand instinctively falling to rest on her knee. “These guys, they never do enough for you. You deserve someone who would burn the world for you.” Tashi scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically.

“Yeah, like who?”

Your grip on her knee tightens. You stay silent, watching her with wide eyes, praying that for once she’d see what's right in front of her—you. Tashi glances at you, breath hitching. The yearning, the desperation on your face, it’s obvious what you’re trying to tell her. 

“Do I have to say it?” You whisper, instinctively leaning closer. Tashi follows your lead, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear—her hand falling to cup your jaw.

“Can I-”

“Please.” You interject, longing seeping into your tone. She doesn’t waste time, she never does, locking her soft lips with yours. It’s like poetry, your hands running through her hair, Tashi’s reaching your hips, pulling you onto her—every movement you make says something, every action is a conversation. You feel her, truly feel her, her yearning, her hurt, everything she’s ever hidden from you. When her tongue breaches your mouth, you practically melt. Everything you’ve ever wanted, you had in your arms. When you finally have to break apart for air, your hands fall to her sides—gripping her tightly as if she’d disappear if you’d let go.

“How long…” Tashi trails off, tracing shapes across your skin.

“Since we were twelve. Well, probably longer, but that’s when I realized.” You carefully watch her face, clinging to any movement that may show discomfort, but there is none. Her eyes are soft, softer than you’ve ever seen them, and for once in your life you feel seen.

“Are you…?”

“Yes.” Tashi doesn’t hesitate. “I was just scared to say anything.”

“Me too.” You smile softly, reaching to press your lips against hers again, but hesitating. 

“Art and Patrick?” She scoffs, shaking her head quickly. “They don’t matter. They never did, none of them. I’ll break it off tonight if you want me to.” You nod, unable to find the words to express how much you feel for her in that moment. She understands, though. She always has. Your eyes water slightly as you take in the situation—she loves you. Tashi Duncan actually loves you.

“Hey- no, don’t cry. Was it something I said?” Tashi rushes to wipe your eyes, nerves clear on her face.

“No, no, I’m just being stupid. Sorry.” You laugh breathily and push her hand away, grinning like an idiot. “I love you.”

She shakes her head, giggling back at you. “I love you too. Forever and always.”

“Forever and always.”

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[lousypotatoes]

All Over My Blonde South

"Boy, you make it, make it right

My temperature is super high

If I scream, if I cry

It's only 'cause I feel alive~"

Turn Me On - David Guetta, Nicki Minaj

Previous Next

Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine

You guys are on my mind

You asked me what I wanted to be

And now I think the answer is plain to see

I wanna be famous

I wanna live close to the sun

Well pack your bags 'cause I've already won

Everything to prove nothing in my way

I'll get there one day

I wanna be famous

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

I wanna be

I wanna be

I wanna be famous

I wanna be

I wanna be famous~

Y/N stood at the top of the cliff, looking down in the water below her, legs shaking in fear.

"Okay, today's challenge is threefold," Chris said to the twenty-three contestants, all standing in their swimsuits. "Your first task is to jimp off this one-thousand-foot-high cliff into the lake."

"Piece of cake," Bridgette mumbled to Y/N.

"There's no way, it's that easy," Y/N mumbled back.

"If you look down, you will see two target areas," Chris explained. "The wider area represents the part of the lake that we have stocked with psychotic, man eating sharks."

Y/N felt like she was gonna barf, faint, and her pee herself all at once.

"Inside that area is a safe zone," Chris said. "That's your target area, which we're pretty sure is shark free."

"Excuse me?" Leshawna asked.

"For each member of your team that jumps and actually survives," Chris said, ignoring Leshawna. "There will be a crate of supplies waiting below. Inside each crate are supplies that you'll need for the second part of the challenge, building a hot tub!"

"The team with the best one gets to have a wicked hot tub party tonight." Chris said. "The losers will be sending someone home. Let's see, Killer Bass, you're up first."

'I'm going to die,' Y/N thought. 'I'm literally going to die.'

"Oh wow," Bridgette said, looking down into the water. "So, who wants to go first?"

Nobody on the Killer Bass team said a word.

"So, who's up?" Eva asked.

"Ladies first," Duncan said.

"Fine, I'll go," Bridgette said shakily. "It's no big deal. Just an insane cliff dive into a circle of angry sharks." she finished, swan diving off the cliff, not even screaming.

Looking down, Y/N saw that she landed right in the safe zone, waving up at them.

"She did it! Yeah!" Tyler exclaimed. "I'm next!"

Tyler got a running start and jumped off the cliff.

"Cowabunga!" Tyler screamed as he fell down.

Instead of landing straight into the water, Tyler landed one of the buoys, then slid into the safe zone.

"Duncan, can you promise me something?" Y/N asked as Geoff jumped down.

"What is it?" Duncan asked, his eyebrow raised.

"When I jump down, could you maybe help me out of the water?" she asked.

"You don't know how to swim?" Duncan asked, as Eva jumped off shouting, "Look out below!"

"I do," Y/N explained. "I just don't like not being able to touch the bottom. It freaks me out."

"Sure thing, sweetheart, I'll help you out." Duncan said.

"Thanks," Y/N said.

"Don't mention it," he replied before jumping off.

Next, it was DJ's turn to jump.

He was looking down in the water, a scared look on his face.

"Uh-uh, no way man," DJ said. "I'm not jumping."

"Scared of heights?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, ever since I was a kid." DJ answered.

"That's okay, big guy," Chris said. "Unfortunately, that also makes you a chicken, so you'll have to wear this for the rest of the day!"

Chris placed an ugly, yellow chicken hat on DJ's head.

"Oh man, for real?" DJ asked.

Chris then started clucking like a chicken, making Isabell cringe.

"That means the chicken path down is that way," Chris said, pointing to an escalator behind him.

Y/N watched as DJ sadly went down the escalator.

Next, it was Ezekiel's turn to jump.

On the way down, Ezekiel hit a very big rock, but still landed in the safe zone, making the rest of the team cheer.

"Yes!" Harold exclaimed, jumping down in the splits position.

As he fell, he fell hard, slapping his groin against the water.

His cry of pain rung out all throughout the camp, making Y/N wince.

'Sheesh,' she thought. 'Hope he's okay.'

"Ooh, hate to see that happen." Chris smiled.

"Excuse me, Chris, I have a medical condition," Courtney said.

"What condition?" Chris asked.

"A condition that prevents me from jumping off cliffs." Courtney answered.

"You can chicken out if you want," Chris smirked. "But it might end up costing your team the win. And then they'll hate you.

"It's a calculated risk," Courtney smirked. "I've seen the other team, and I don't think nine of them will jump."

"All right, here is your chicken hat," Chris said, placing the ugly hat on Courtney's head.

"So, let's tally up the results," Chris said, pulling out a clipboard. "Hold on, that's eight jumpers, and two chickens. We're missing two."

Before Y/N could speak up, Katie and Sadie interrupted her.

"I'm not jumping without Katie" Sadie whined.

"We have to be on the same team Chris!" Katie cried.

"Please, please!" the two of the begged.

"I'll switch places with her," Izzy said, raising her hand.

"All right, fine," Chris groaned. "You're both on the Killer Bass now. Izzy, you're on the Screaming Gophers."

"That means you're up girls," he said to Katie and Sadie.

"We're coming Killer Bass!" the two of them screamed as they jumped.

"We still have one more jumper left," Chris said. "Y/N, you're up next."

Y/N looked down in the water, her legs shaking and her lip quivering.

She could hear the rest of her teammates either telling her to 'jump already!' or 'you can do it Y/N!'

"You can do this Y/N," she mumbled, hyping herself up. "You can do this."

Taking a deep breath and plugging her nose, she jumped off the cliff. She could feel her H/C hair whip around her face. She squeezed her eyes shut, not making a noise, even when she felt the cold water smack her skin.

Trying to hold her head above the water, she coughed and sputtered.

"Gimme your hand!" yelled a voice.

Looking up, she saw Duncan in a boat, holding out his hand.

Y/N grabbed his hand, and mustering all his strength, Duncan pulled her into the boat.

"I told you I would be there to help you," Duncan panted, the boat taking both of them to shore. "You okay?"

"Yup," Y/N laughed, rubbing her eyes. "I can't believe I just did that."

"Yeah," Duncan chuckled. "For a second I thought you weren't gonna jump."

"Oh, it truly wounds me that you think that low of me," Y/N said, the two of them getting off the boat and onto shore.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" Bridgette said, running up to Isabell.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Y/N sheepishly said. "I'm just not a very strong swimmer."

"You're so cool for jumping even though you can't swim!" Katie suddenly cheered.

"Oh well, um," Y/N blushed. "Thanks, I guess"

Suddenly, they all heard Heather screaming.

Y/N turned and saw Heather splash in the water.

"Leshawna!" Heather screamed up. "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"Hey, I threw you in the safe zone, didn't I?" Leshawna yelled back, before jumping off the cliff.

"How many people you think are gonna jump?" Bridgette asked Isabell.

"Hopefully less than us," Y/N replied.

Next to jump was Lindsay, then Gwen, Cody, Izzy, and Justin.

Justin landed very far from the safe zone.

"He's toast," Duncan mumbled.

Y/N saw the sharks getting closer and closer to him.

"Oh, I can't watch," she said, closing her eyes, but keeping them open just a little.

Instead of attacking him, the sharks started fawning over Justin, bringing him safely to shore.

"Woah," Y/N chuckled. "That's something you don't see everyday,"

"You're telling me," Duncan laughed.

The next person that was supposed to jump was Beth, but she got too scared and chickened out.

"Let's just hope two more people chicken out," Bridgette said.

The only person left to jump was Owen.

"Okay campers, there's only one person left," Chris called down with a megaphone. "You guys need this jump for the win. No pressure dude."

"Okay, there's pressure!"

~Confessionals~

"Oh, I was pretty darn nervous," Owen said. "See the thing is, I'm not that strong a swimmer."

--

~Confessionals~

"I'm looking at this guy and thinking 'there's no way he's gonna make it.'" Geoff said.

--

~Confessionals~

"I actually thought, 'if he jumps this, he's gonna die.'" Gwen said.

--

Y/N looked up at cliff in suspense, biting her nails.

In what seemed like forever, Owen finally jumped off the cliff, screaming as he fell.

When he made contact with the water, he created a big splash that knocked Y/N off her feet.

Y/N now was soaked, again.

"Great," Y/N groaned, wringing her hair out.

"Yes! Yeah!" Owen exclaimed, still in the water. "Who's the man?"

The Screaming Gophers started cheering, making Y/N glare at Courtney and DJ in distaste.

She mostly glared at Courtney, though.

"The winners, The Screaming Gophers!" Chris called down with the megaphone.

Owen started looking around the water, a concerned look on his face.

"That was awesome dude!" Trent said, then seeing Owen's concerned face. "What's wrong?"

"I uh," Owen stuttered. "I think I lost my bathing suit."

"That's disgusting," Y/N said, walking off to change into her regular clothes.

Using all her strength, Y/N tried pushing the crate of supplies down the shore, staring at the other team, wishing she had the cart.

"I swear, if we lose this challenge, I'm committing a felony," Y/N said through gritted teeth. "I did not jump off a one-thousand-foot cliff just to lose."

"This fucking sucks," Duncan panted, leaning on his crate. "When this is over, I'm taking a fat nap."

"Ow!" Courtney said from behind Y/N. "I think I just got a splinter!"

Eva walked over to Courtney, picked up her crate and slammed it back down on the ground.

"Shut it and pick up your fucking crate!" Eva snapped. "Chicken!"

"Hey! I'm the only one with CIT camping experience here," Courtney whined. "You need me!"

"You're only saying that so we don't vote you off," Y/N glared. "Now please stop complaining, you're giving me a headache."

Courtney gave Y/N a dirty look, but went back to pushing her crate.

Y/N continued pushing her crate, wincing every time she got a splinter in her hand.

"I got to take a whiz," Tyler spoke up.

"Hurry up, we're already behind," Eva said as Tyler walked off.

"Oh, I have to go to," Katie said.

"You do?" Sadie said. "Oh my gosh, me too!"

"Can you three please hurry up?" Y/N called out.

"Someone's impatient," Duncan smirked.

"I hope you get eaten by a shark," Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Ooh, that hurts sweetheart," Duncan laughed.

Y/N smacked his shoulder.

"Are you like this all the time?" Y/N asked.

"Pretty much, yeah," Duncan replied.

"Oh yay, lucky me,"

After a few minutes, Tyler, Katie, and Sadie came back from peeing, the team started pushing their crates again.

If Y/N heard Sadie and Katie complain about their itchy asses one time, she was gonna snap.

It had been almost forty-five minutes, and The Killer Bass were still nowhere near the campground.

Chris noticed this and pulled up a four-wheeler.

"You guys are way behind the other team," he said. "Like way behind. What's the problem?"

"Their butts are itchy," Y/N heard Courtney say.

Y/N turned around to say something but then saw Courtney and jumped in surprise.

Where her eye was, there was a massive bug bite, all swollen. Y/N could barely see her eye.

"Gah!" Chris cried, also seeing her eye. "Holy shit, that's bad!"

"Did you guys squat down when you peed in the woods?" Bridgette asked Katie and Sadie.

"Yeah," Katie answered, scratching continuously at her butt.

"Did you happen to notice what plants you were squatting over?"

"They were kind of oval shaped, and green, and all over the place." Sadie said.

"Were they low to the ground? About this big?" Bridgette asked, trying not to laugh.

Katie and Sadie nodded.

"You guys squatted on poison ivy."

Y/N started laughing really hard, she had to lean on her crate to support herself.

"No way," Chris laughed, as Katie and Sadie whined and screamed. "That's awesome!"

In what seemed like forever, The Killer Bass finally made it to the campsite. Y/N saw that the other team was already WAY ahead on building their hot tub.

"There's no way we're gonna win this," she mumbled.

"Let's just try to do our best," Bridgette said, but it seemed like she already knew that they we're going to win as well.

They set their crates down, Y/N stretched out and popped her back.

"Finally," Harold sighed.

"Hey, what's up guys?" Trent smiled.

"Hey, aren't you missing a couple of white girls?" Leshawna asked.

Y/N couldn't care less if Katie and Sadie were missing. They were annoying and gave her a headache.

"They're getting a drink," Courtney said.

"Yeah, if they drink with their butts," Harold said to Ezekiel.

"Funny," Ezekiel laughed, making Y/N back up in disgust.

Leshawna stared at Courtney in horror, making Y/N giggle.

"Oooh, what happened to your eye, girl?" Leshawna asked in shock.

"Nothing, just an allergy," Courtney said.

"I think it's getting worse," Ezekiel pointed out.

"Shut up!" Courtney whispered. "We don't want them to know that?"

"Why?" Y/N asked. "Are you afraid they're gonna use it against us?"

Courtney glared at Isabell but ignored her.

"Okay, dudes," Geoff said from the top of the crates. "It's not too late, we can do this!"

Y/N backed up farther away from Ezekiel when she saw him picking his nose.

"Ew!" Courtney said.

"What?" Ezekiel asked, wiping his hand on his pants.

"That's actually super gross," Y/N grimaced.

"Okay, look guys," Courtney said, standing up. "We have a hot tub to complete, and we need a project manager. Since I've actually been a CIT before, I'm electing myself. Any objections?"

"Where do we begin cyclops?" Duncan said.

"Open the crates," Courtney snapped, getting in Duncan's face. "Bridgette, go find those itchy girls. We need all the help we can get."

"This hot tub fucking sucks," Y/N mumbled, after they were all done. "I bet even poor people have hot tubs that look better then this."

"Woahh," Duncan laughed. "That's harsh."

"I only speak the truth,"

Chris inspected the other teams hot tub, looking for any kind of mistakes.

After a few minutes, he finally said something.

"This is an awesome hot tub!" he said.

The other team started cheering, making Y/N glare at Courtney and DJ.

Mostly Courtney, though.

She didn't know what, but there was something about Courtney that Y/N absolutely did not like.

Now, it was time for the Killer Bass' hot tub to be inspected. Y/N already knew they were going to lose, but she still waited in anticipation.

Chris tapped on the base of the hot tub, and water instantly shot back in his face.

As he wiped the water off his face, the hot tub fell apart, wood and water going everywhere.

"Well, I think we have a winner here," Chris said, staying silent for a moment. "The Screaming Gophers!"

Y/N looked down at the ground in disappointment, while the other team cheered. She already knew they were going to lose, but she still didn't like the feeling of it.

"Gophers, you're safe from elimination, and you get to rock this awesome hot tub for the rest of the summer! Bonus!"

The Screaming Gophers started to cheer even louder.

"Killer Bass, what can I say? Stinks to be you right now. I'll see your sorry butts at the bonfire tonight."

Deciding she didn't want to be there any longer, Y/N started walking around the island.

"Hey, wait up!" Duncan said, catching up with her. "Where you going?"

"Anywhere where the other team isn't," Y/N groaned.

"Hey, we'll win the next challenge," Duncan said, trying to cheer her up. "DJ and Courtney are just a bunch of pussies."

Y/N laughed. "Yeah, hopefully you're right."

"It's the end of the challenge now," Duncan smirked. "Didn't you say you were going to tell me your name, sweetheart?"

"I don't know if I really want to tell you it," Y/N said, a sly smile on her face. "I kind of like it when you call me sweetheart."

Duncan's eyes widened, and for the first time since they'd been on the island, he didn't have anything to say, not used to a girl flirting back with him.

"Oh calm down, Duncan," Y/N laughed. "I'm just messing with you. Y/N. My name is Y/N. Are you happy?"

"Very," Duncan remarked, now being able to talk. "Y/N. A pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Oh, stop you're making me blush," Y/N smirked. "It's almost time for dinner, so I'll be heading to the mess hall now. Care to join me?"

"You don't even have to ask, Y/N," Duncan said.

It was quiet in the mess hall, the only noises that could be heard was the sound of chewing and silverware clanking. Y/N sat in between Duncan, and to her dislike, Courtney.

"So uh, what do we do now?" Katie asked.

"We have to figure out who we're gonna vote off," Courtney said.

"Isn't it obvious?" Y/N said, swallowing her food. "It's either going to be you or DJ."

"What?" Courtney gasped. "Why?"

"You two are the only ones wearing those ugly hats," Y/N said.

"And if we ever have to lift a truck," Duncan added on. "I like our odds with the big guy."

"I second that," Y/N said, making DJ smile even wider.

"You guys need me!" Courtney whined. "I'm the only one-"

"We know," Bridgette interrupted. "You used to be a real CIT. So would you pick?"

"What about him?" Courtney said, pointing to Tyler.

"No!" Lindsay suddenly yelled from the other table.

Everybody in the room looked at her in confusion.

" I mean, no salt," Lindsay stuttered. "There's no salt on the table, bummer."

"Fine then, what about her?" Courtney pointed to Y/N.

"Excuse me?" Y/N snapped.

"Hey, at least she jumped off the cliff, chicken wing," Duncan snarled.

"Shut up!" Courtney yelled.

"I think you're the one that needs to shut up you uptight bitch," Y/N mumbled.

"What did you just call me?" Courtney glared.

"You heard me," Y/N smirked.

"Oh, you are so dead," Courtney snapped.

"Okay, let's just chill out," Geoff intervened. "This is getting way too heavy."

"I've had enough prison food for one day," Duncan said, getting up. "I'm gonna go have a nap."

"You can't do that!" Courtney called out. "We haven't decided who's going yet!"

"Well, I just don't get why we lost, ay," Ezekiel spoke up. "They're the ones that have six girls."

Everyone in the mess hall gasped.

Y/N, Bridgette, and Eva crowded around him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bridgette angrily asked.

"Yeah homeschool, enlighten us, "Eva said, smashing her fist on the table.

"And you better choose your words very wisely," Y/N snarled.

"Well, guys are much stronger and better at girls than girls are," Ezekiel replied without a second thought.

All the guys in the room backed away from any of the girls they were near.

"Oh snap, he did not just say that!" Geoff laughed.

"Not the time Geoff!" Y/N snapped.

"My dad told me to look out for the girls here, ay," Ezekiel said. "And help them in case they can't keep up."

Y/N had to hold herself from punching that little freak.

Eva grabbed him by his neck and lifted him up in the air.

"Still think we need your help keeping up?" Eva asked.

"Uh, not really," Ezekiel said.

"Okay, guys, let's give him a break," Geoff said.

Eva dropped Ezekiel down to the floor.

"At least he doesn't think that guys are smarter than girls." Geoff said.

"But they are,"

"That's it," Y/N snapped before pouncing onto Ezekiel.

Y/N knocked him back onto the floor. With one of her hands she grabbed onto his neck, and with her other hand, she started punching all over his face.

"Still think guys are smarter, hm?" Y/N angrily said.

She could hear all the other girls cheering for her.

"Mess him up, YN!" Katie and Sadie said.

Suddenly, Y/N felt two pairs of arms latch onto her. As much as she tried to fight them, the pairs of arms lifted her off of Ezekiel.

"Woah, calm down, Y/N!" DJ said.

"That was fucking crazy!" Geoff exclaimed.

Y/N shrugged their arms off her. She smirked when she saw that she had given Ezekiel two black eyes and a bloody lip and nose.

"If I ever hear you saying shit like that again," Y/N said in a dark voice to Ezekiel. "I'll do more than just give you a black eye and a bloody nose."

Everyone stared at her in in either awe or horror as she walked out of the mess hall.

She couldn't wait to tell Duncan what just happened.

It was now the time where the Killer Bass would have to watch someone walk onto the Dock of Shame and go home.

All of the girls, including Y/N were smirking at Ezekiel.

"Dude, you've got a lot to learn about the real world," Duncan said to Ezekiel, disgust on his face.

"Killer Bass," Chris sternly said. "At camp, marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire."

"At this camp, marshmallows represent life," Chris said dramatically.

Y/N saw that Geoff was making a cute gesture to Bridgette making her giggle. When Y/N made eye contact with Bridgette, she wiggled her eyebrows, making Bridgette blush.

"You've all cast your votes and made your decision," Chris said. "There are only eleven marshmallows on this plate. "When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the Dock of Shame to catch to Boat of Losers. That means you're out of the contest. And you can't come back. Ever."

"The first marshmallow goes to...Geoff,"

Geoff smiled and walked up to claim his marshmallow.

"Tyler,"

"Woohoo! Yeah!" Tyler exclaimed. "Place at the table!"

"Katie,"

"Bridgette,"

"DJ,"

"Harold,"

"Yes," he said.

"Sadie,"

"Oh yay!" she said, hugging Katie. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Duncan,"

Duncan smirked and walked up to claim his marshmallow.

"And Y/N,"

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief and got her marshmallow, standing next to Duncan.

"You really did a number on that guy," Duncan whispered.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Y/N whispered back.

"Obviously,"

"Then thanks,"

"Campers," Chris interrupted. "This is the final marshmallow of the evening."

Y/N glared at both Courtney and Ezekiel. Although she didn't like both of them, she would rather see Ezekiel get voted off.

"Courtney," Chris finally said, after a long dramatic silence.

Courtney sighed in relief and ran to get her marshmallow.

Ezekiel had a look of sadness on his face, making Y/N feel a little bit bad, but not really.

"Can't say I'm shocked," Chris said. "I saw you picking your nose, dude, not cool."

"Dock of Shame is that way, bro," Chris said, pointing in the opposite direction.

With a satisfied smile, Y/N watched Ezekiel walk down the dock, and get into the boat.

"The rest of you, enjoy your marshmallows," Chris said. "You're all safe. For tonight."

~Confessionals~

"Yep, this camp pretty much still stinks," Gwen said. "But now that I'm here, I guess I might as well actually try to win."

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~Confessionals~

"Maybe this show won't be that bad," Y/N said. "If you're watching this Dad, I love you and I miss you tons."

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Y/N walked by the Screaming Gophers hot tub, staring at them with jealousy.

Oh, how she wished she was in a hot tub right now, soaking away her worries.

As she walked back to the cabin, a lot of things were on her mind. Her dad, losing the challenge, Duncan.

But what was on her mind most was winning the whole competition. She would win Total Drama Island.

And she wouldn't let her dad down.

sorry that it took me a little bit to upload

i've been planning a trip to disneyland, so that's taken up a lot of my time

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy