#killer bass

[lousypotatoes]

Heavy Metal Lover - Duncan

"Tonight bring all your friends, because a group does it better

Why river with a pair?

Let's have a full house of leather~"

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Song Recommendation:

Heavy Metal Lover - Lady Gaga

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Prologue

"Come on! Why won't this thing turn on?" a H/C haired girl said, frowning at the digital recorder in her hand. After aggressively hitting it a few times, the recorder turned on.

"Finally!" the girl smiled, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt before pressing the record button.

"Hiiii! My name is Y/N L/N and this is my audition tape for Total Drama!" she cheerfully said before dialing it back a bit. "Sorry if that sounded too cheerful. I'm just really excited for this, that's all."

"Anyway, let me list off the reasons why I think you should pick me to compete in your show."

"I'm competitive, I'm friendly enough, I was on my school's softball team so I'm athletic, and I'm an excellent chef, so if the people in charge of food for whatever reason decide not to do their job, I can totally help! My food is absolutely exquisite." she said.

"I promise you, if you pick me for your show, you won't regret it." Y/N said, flashing her pearly white teeth to the camera before ending the recording.

"Did you send in your recording yet?" Y/N's dad asked before putting a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

Y/N and her dad were currently eating dinner.

Y/N nodded her head. "I sent it in a few days ago. Hopefully I'll get my answer soon."

"Me too, honey," Dad smiled. "If anyone deserves this opportunity, it's you."

"Thanks, Dad." she said, smiling back. "And thanks for supporting my decision to do this."

"Why wouldn't I?" he chuckled. "If you were to win, that would mean more money for us."

Y/N laughed along with her dad. Not paying attention, she accidentally spilled the cherry Kool-Aid she was drinking all over the table and her shirt.

"Oh shit!" Y/N shouted, immediately trying to find something to clean up the mess. "I'm so sorry Dad! It was an accident!"

"You don't have to say sorry, dear." Dad said, helping her mop up the mess with napkins. "It happens to the best of us. Why don't you go and change your shirt while I clean up this mess?"

"Thank you," Y/N mumbled before trudging off to her room.

As she was putting her clean shirt over her head, Y/N heard a 'ping!' coming from her computer.

Y/N would never tell anyone this, but she almost broke her neck trying to get over to the computer, her shirt still halfway over her head.

She pulled her shirt on and opened up her notification. It was an email from the producers of Total Drama.

Holding her breath, she read the email.

'Congratulations! You have been selected to participate in our brand-new reality show, Total Drama! Please read further for travel information....'

Y/N didn't even finish the rest of the email before calling out for her dad.

"What? What is it?" Dad asked, running into her room.

"I'm competing!" she exclaimed. "They chose me to compete!"

"Really!?" Dad's eyes widened before catching Y/N into a bear hug. "Oh my gosh this is wonderful! I told you that they would pick you!"

"I'm gonna be famous!" Y/N said, jumping up and down with her dad.

"You sure you're gonna be alright by yourself?" Y/N asked.

After three long weeks, it was finally ready for Y/N to leave. But now, she was having doubts about leaving. Y/N could tell that the taxi driver was getting annoyed at waiting.

"I'll be fine, Y/N, I promise," Dad said.

"But what if you have a seizure while I'm gone and no one's there to help you?"

"I told you, your aunt is going to come and check on me everyday."

"But what if you have one while she's not with you? What if it's a really bad one and-"

Dad interrupted her with a hug.

"Everything will be fine, sweetie. You deserve to go out there and meet people. I don't want you missing out on this just because you're worried about me, especially because you wanted this so bad."

Y/N pulled away from the hug. "Okay," she said softly. "I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, kiddo."

Y/N gave him one last hug before walking off of their porch, giving him one last look before getting into the taxi.

"Don't worry, Dad," she mumbled as the taxi started to drive away. "I'll win the money for you."

literally i love total drama so much

it's one of my comfort shows

yes, i know i still have other fanfics i need to finish

but i do what i want, im a grown woman

this lovely banner was made by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

[rose-of-gabriel]

My Teammates, My Friends

Set at the end of s1 ep12: Basic Straining

Harold's revenge doesn't go the way he planned. Courtney reflects on what her team means to her.

Beginning of a series of Season 1 rewrites bc I still love Duncney and can't let things go.

It was the breeziest Courtney had ever felt going into a bonfire ceremony. Yes, they’d lost the challenge, and she was fully prepared to start strategizing again in the morning, but for right now everything just felt right. Duncan stood amongst their fellow Killer Bass members on the other side of the fire pit, meeting her gaze before giving a dramatic roll of his eyes at how much Chris was milking his time at the podium. Courtney ducked her head, a heat rising in her cheeks that had nothing to do with the burning embers of the fire.

Even when Bridgette and Geoff were called, leaving her in the usually precarious position of bottom two, she didn’t feel worried. For maybe the first time in this competition, her team actually felt like her friends. It was probably - definitely - sad to admit, but she’d never experienced that before. Every “team” she’d ever been a part of - debate team, model UN, student council - had all been so performative and impersonal for everyone involved. Courtney would call those people her friends but she knew it wasn’t the kind of friendship she read about in books or magazines; friends who made you feel at ease, who had your back unconditionally. Yes, she was aware that this was still a competition, but as long as the teams remained, there was a tentative, hopeful, nearly forgotten part of her that trusted the four people before her more than she had anyone else in a long, long time.

These thoughts wrenched to a halt when she realized Chris had cut himself off mid-monologue. She re-focused, expecting to see military personnel or aliens raining down on them since there wasn’t anything else she could think of that would make Chris surrender the spotlight. There was no surrender, though. The devious, snake-like expression curling across his features opened up a pit in Courtney’s stomach, and from the looks of her teammates she could tell they’d noticed the pause with equal trepidation.

“Now campers,” Chris said, setting the plate and final marshmallow atop the podium before reaching into the placket of his shirt, “we have an interesting development.” He produced a folded stack of paper and held it aloft. “See... according to the ballots we received in the ballot box, every. single. person. voted Courtney off.”

The pit in her stomach imploded, leaving her sick and dizzy. She barely heard the reaction of her teammates over the rush of blood in her ears.

Pressure built behind her eyes as her gaze ricocheted across their faces, landing finally on Duncan, or where he would have been had the punk not already taken several imposing steps in Chris’ direction. “Dude, no fucking way! ”

Chris jumped backwards, raising the ballots high in one hand and throwing the other up in front of him. “ Hey! Hold it, hold it, hold it!”

Geoff and DJ both reached to grab Duncan’s shoulders, and while he did stop, his expression was murderous. Chris continued quickly. “All six ballots were for Courtney, making me and the producers more than a little curious as to why one of our fiercest competitors would vote herself off. So we went back and had a looksie at the confessional booth footage.”

Chris inclined his head to where Chef Hatchet was laboriously pushing an old dolly with an even older projection set up the slope toward the bonfire. While Courtney by no means had her barings back, she still noticed how Harold’s shoulders had hiked up to his ears and he had scooted as far from her on the log stool as he could. Suspicion stirred in her mind but she was too rattled to interrogate it.

“Lights please!” Chris called. The array of tiki torches and lanterns surrounding the fire pit suddenly faded to nothing, the only light now coming from the bonfire and the harsh, white light of the mobile projector. “Chef, if you would be so kind, roll tape!”

Chef arranged the projector so it displayed on one of the massive, flat rock faces that walled in the area. He pulled a VHS tape from the front pocket of his apron and opened a compartment on the side of the projector. Before he inserted the tape, though, Harold burst to his feet. “Wait!” he screamed, throwing his spindly body in front of the lens. “Wait, you don’t have to show it.”

“Oh, don’t we?” Chris grinned.

Courtney’s nerves were frayed to the point of snapping. “ Harold.” She growled, rising to her feet with her fists clenched. “ What did you do?”

Duncan was next to speak, cracking his knuckles. “You are dead, shrimpy.”

Unaffected by their outbursts, Chris continued coolly. “You’ve got a choice here, Harold. We can either play the tape or not, but somebody has to walk the dock of shame tonight.”

Everyone had put the pieces together by now; even Geoff’s usual half-grin was soured in a glare. Duncan started toward their condemned team member, but Courtney beat him to it. Harold shrieked and covered his face, but instead of clocking him Courtney grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt. Though he had a good few inches of height on her, Courtney yanked him down with enough force that his knees buckled, putting them at eye-level.

Her voice simmered with intensity as she hissed his name. “You have exactly five minutes to get on that boat. Because if I watch what I think is on that tape and you’re still on this island, I promise that you are never. leaving it. Understand?”

“Yes.” He squeaked, eyes nervously flitting between her and the team.

The instant she released her grip he was gone, sprinting for all his worth back to the cabins. Courtney inhaled deeply through her nose, efforts to calm herself ruined by Chris chiding, “Easy, Courtney. Chef’s gonna escort him to make sure he doesn’t hide out anywhere and to make sure no one tries to deal out their own justice, vigilante style.” He chuckled. “Although that would be awesome. ”

For a second Courtney thinks she might actually punch Chris’ lights out, but the host is saved by Bridgette throwing her arms around her teammate. “Oh my gosh, Court! Those were like the worst two minutes of my life.”

Two minutes? Had all of that really just happened in two minutes. Courtney felt like she’d just stepped off a rollercoaster and her stomach was finally catching up with her. When Bridgette released her, she pressed the heels of her palms against her forehead and closed her eyes. There was sound and movement all around her but nothing concretely registered except for the rough, warm pressure of a hand sliding down her spine to rest at her lower back.

“You okay?” Duncan said into her ear, so quiet she wasn’t sure if anyone else heard.

His voice and his hand on her back were the anchors she needed to feel like she was on solid ground again. She dropped her hands from her face and her shoulders fell with them as she surveyed the teens around her. Bridgette was visibly the most affected, hazel eyes wide like Courtney would vanish if she blinked. Geoff and DJ wore similar looks of both sympathy for Courtney and anger for the situation, and Duncan…

Well, Courtney didn’t know what to make of the look he was giving her. It was somehow soft and warm yet still retained its fierceness from before. She wasn’t sure if it was the intensity of his gaze or the crash of adrenaline that made her shiver. “I’m good.” She tried to sound more confident than she felt.

“Man, that is one sick little dude.” DJ groused, crossing his arms over his chest.

Geoff added, “Yeah, Court, that was wickedly messed up. Sorry, brah.”

Courtney shifted her weight just a fraction to press more firmly into Duncan’s hand, forcing a steady exhale from her lungs. “I’m just glad he was dumb enough to make all of the ballots the same.”

“Seriously.” Duncan agreed, pulling her an inch closer.

She turned her head to look up at him, nerves settling enough to crack a smile. “You have any experience with voter fraud?”

“Pfffft, that’s weak shit.” He dismissed, though the corner of his mouth ticked upward.

The vice in her chest eased, and the airiness from before was returning. These were her friends , friends who were angry on her behalf and happy that she was still here. Friends that surrounded her with support but she knew would give her space if she asked for it. That was the last thing she wanted, though, threading her arm across Duncan's back.

“Anyone up for stealing some brownies from the mess hall while Chef’s distracted?” She asked.

Geoff whistled, “Heck yeah!” at the same time Duncan praised, “Atta girl.”

It was DJ who hesitated. “Sure you don’t wanna see the ginger twerp off, Court? I know I’ll be happy to see him go.”

Courtney hummed thoughtfully. “The look on his face would be pretty satisfying.” Her gaze flickered to Duncan’s with a mirrored grin. “If we’re quick we can do both.”

The expression on Duncan's face turned wolfish as he addressed the group. “You heard the lady.” He said and the five of them took off toward the mess hall, Courtney’s heart soaring with every step.

[florisgrad]

bro eva was so cool why did they bring her back to merge after competing in only two episodes just to eliminate her again in the same episode?

[psxui]

Killer Bass (2000) - Title Screen

[criminalcinnamon]

Screaming gophers Vs Killer bass but it's the friendship games from Equestria girls.

[rpgmakervxace]

tdi 2007 my beloved

[mudwerks]

(via I Get High On You - Sly Stone (1975)

[the-type-a]

I’m curious, does anyone have any HCs for anyone’s birthdays?

I only have them for my top five. (Though I do have a general list of zodiac signs for more characters. I just care about these ones the most)

Courtney: September 22, 1991

Courtney is a September Virgo. It’s just the law, cry about it. Personally, I chose this date because 22 is an important number in my life and Courtney is my ultimate favorite fictional character. 💜 Also, Courtney absolutely would be born on a even numbered day, and it happens to be when there was a Full Moon.

Duncan: October 23, 1991

I went back and forth on whether or not he’d be an October or November Scorpio. Ultimately, October made more sense. Though I did want to kinda make it a joke that he would want to be an October Scorpio and is always pissed about it. Oh well. Duncan was absolutely born on a Full Moon too. I also love the idea of him being the youngest of the group AND younger than Courtney. He’d hate being called the baby, but it would shut him up so quick—it’s just funny to me. I know for a fact Duncan would call Courtney a cougar for shits and giggles even though she’s only a month and a day older than him. I can just hear them:

Duncan: Sup cougar.

Courtney: Duncan, I am only a month older than you!

Duncan: A month and one day, cougar!

Courtney: I fucking hate you.

Duncan: Aw, I love you too.

Bridgette: June 30, 1991

Bridgette’s 100% a water sign. She’s intuitive, has a good heart, and always willing to put the people she loves first. She was also born on a Waning Gibbous Moon. Which is cool when you read about Geoff’s!

Geoff: April 17, 1991

Just like Duncan, it is so funny to me for Geoff to be the oldest in the group. Our little Geoffy likes the “But who’s the oldest?” line, but ultimately we know who’s really in charge lmao. He’s an April Aries who is always willing to try new things because of, “The experience, dude!” Now, talking about his moon phase. He was born on a Waxing Crescent Moon, which is the complete opposite of Bridgette’s. WHICH if you follow that TikTok trend— means they are soulmates. I just think that’s really beautiful for them, the universe (TikTok) thinks they are made for one another.

DJ: June 23, 1991

I debated on DJ being a Cancer or Pisces, but knowing how Pisces men are?? Cancer it is! I like this a little more for him because it gives him and Bridgette and closer friendship. I can see the two of them being best friends before any of the rest. Plus, they would love to celebrate their birthdays together. DJ was born on a Waxing Crescent Moon.

Now when I write fanfics I definitely switch the years around for whatever I’m feeling. But if I’m ever talking about the show in a general sense this is how I imagine it. Idk.

Also, I really don’t care about the whole total drama year timeline thing. It gives me a headache so I just go by the show airing in 2007 and them being 16. 😂

[real-total-drama-takes]

would you guys rather be killer bass or screaming gophers. mod courtney make a poll

[ripaxed]

Screaming Gophers: Owen, Gwen, Heather, Leshawna, Izzy (swapped with Katie), Lindsay, Trent, Beth, Cody, Justin, Noah

Killer Bass: Duncan, Geoff, DJ, Bridgette, Eva, Harold, Courtney, Sadie, Tyler, Katie (swapped with Izzy), Ezekiel

[hjcoolartnerd]

Eric might not like the bullying but he agrees with the guys that Harold should keep his things In order and not all over the cabin. That's gross and disgusting.

[rafikny]

The great Jaco Pastorius.

Come on, Come over.

[amethyst-geek]

More cases of TD/6teen characters becoming related in my urban fantasy AU

You how I mentioned in some of my previous posts that Mal would be re-imagined as Mike's immortal father (while Svetlana, Vito, and Manitoba remain Mike's alters), and that Mike would have some much older half-siblings via Mal. Well among these half-siblings is an OC named Katrina and her several TD characters (along with some 6teen characters) will be among her descendants. Katrina was born during the 1870s and she'll almost certainly be a posthumous character, having died of old age in the 1960s. Her descendants will include the following characters

Amy and Sammy (via their mom)

Caitlin Cooke from 6teen (via her dad, who is the brother of Amy and Sammy's mom)

Geoff, Wayne, and Rock (who will be brothers in my AU and it's their mom who's a descendant of Katrina)

Dawn (I initially somehow forgot to list her when I first wrote this post, even though she is among the first characters I decided should be 1 of Katrina's descendants and the fact she'll have a bigger role than Blaineley or Julia)

Blaineley

Julia and her sister Megan (along with whichever one of their parents is Blaineley's sibling)

Scary Girl

Among of Mike's other half-siblings will be a pair of twin sisters who got separated at birth and are the respective mothers 2 other TD characters. I don't want to say which TD characters in case II ever get around to turning my ideas into an actual fanfic (or maybe even pitch my ideas to Fresh TV and make an actual TD high school/urban fantasy AU cartoon, but that would probably require me to move to Canada), but here's a hint, one of TD characters in question was on the killer bass, and my headcanons regarding the Killer Bass families (and what would be different in my AU) have their own post (which also includes my HCs regarding Alejandro and Sierra's families).

[psxui]

Killer Bass (2000) - Round 1 Loading

[rumyarabella]

Do you remember the fanfic I mentioned I had to rewrite and all that? Well, it's almost ready.

Should I show you a preview? 👀

[artificial-hope]

The killer bass fucking solo the screaming gophers in every aspect (/hj)