#td high school
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
GIVE ME GEN 1 TOTAL DRAMA CHARACTERS TO DRAW
NOW
THIS IS A THREAT
#td#total drama#total drama art#total drama AU#high school au#total drama hs#td high school#tdhs#drawing requests#total drama gen 1
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
Modern High school AU total drama
So as a modern high schooler myself, I decided to try and ‘categorise’ the total drama gen 1 into high school ppl ig. Idk. Except teenager behaviour and jokes.
Heather: Never in any class, and if she is; that’s not her class. Practically runs around the halls with a Louis víton (I can’t spell) bag (Y’know the brown and yellow ugly ones with LV) And probably doesn’t wear too much makeup, but it definitely creases and keeps insisting that she’s clean and has no makeup. Kinda mf to act gay ass hell with her friends, like sit on their lap and make weird as jokes and then be blatantly homophobic. The cheerleading teams capitán and basically just bosses everyone around. She’s also flyer.
Courtnry: Oh my gosh. I have a Courtney in my class. I’ll us fucking tell y’all about her. She doesn’t hesitate to scream when she doesn’t get what she wants, and has even taken over for a substitute teacher cause they ‘weren’t good enough at their job’. She never wears her hair down and always has some braid or something. Uses glasses but refuses to admit it. Has ONE subject she fails so bad. For my class it’s science but Courtney definitely fails smith like French or geography. Bridgette tired to help her but sometimes Courtney is too stubborn and spiteful to accept help (real)
Lindsay: Sweetest girl ever. She’s a girls girl. People are well aware of how dumb she can be, so some either help her steer away from bad people, or are the bad people. She always has lipgloss on her and lash serum infused mascara. She ACTUALLY has good makeup and skin. She gets pimples and breaks outs occasionally but doesn’t think too much of it. Also cheerleader. She’s either side or flyer depending on what preformwncr.
Gwen: maxi skirts. Oh my god EVERYONE calls her emo. I mean who can blame them. (I just remembered I’m taking a 2 hour train tomorrow and I’m very excited) Also gwen constantly draws on her hand and is always down for helping someone do their eyeliner. She’s good friends with Geoff, and someone’s gets jokingly shipped with him by people that doesn’t know them that well. Bridgette understands how the other student are and trusts both gwen and Geoff enough to know that Geoff isn’t cheating. Also she just likes to see them get along. She has aSHIT ton of mesh black tops. I know it she told me.
Bridgette: ALSO CHERR GIRL. She’s back due to her streanghta annd liability. and Bridgette doesn’t have too good access to water around her school, so she only gets to do it during weekends to holidays. Also I’m only doing girls on this list (for now) so I need to include a little Geoff. Geoff gets high and has somehow gotten Bridgette involved in it. (I said expect teenager things so you get teenage things). He has drugs on the parties he throws but Bridgette is way more responsible than him. Also she has her hair down a lot, but is the victim of her hair being braided evertime she sits close to one of her friends for more than 2 seconds.
Leshawna: Everyone knows her. She gets involved in every kinds drama that happens at the school. Also she comforts those girls crying in thr bathroom stalls. Although she’s mean at times, she onto does it to people who deserve it. And he’d standard setting is to be nice to people. (Like she was to Eva in island.) Has goddes braids. She told me it’s true. Idk I’ve always had a vision that she’d love those. Also she’s a good braider. Like crazy good.
Izzy (she’s my fav be prepared): She has a small friend group around her and rarely interacts with anyone outside of that. It’s not like she’s one anti social girl. She just quickly grasped the knowledge that people thought she was weird, and just distanced herself (real). Her friend group is mainly Noah, lindsay, tyler, duncan, cody and sometimes courtney (we love the breakfast club here) ALSO SCARLET SND ISZY ARE SISTERS AND NOBODY CSN TELL ME OTHERWISE. anyways. Most people either see her as really loud or has no idea what shes like cause she’s constantly sprinting though the halls. She has a counsellor and everyone knows, but she refuses to show up to any session and/or meeting cause she has watched too many phsycological horror movies and is afraid of being put in some mental hospital (real pt.2) Also she’s the kinds mf to laugh and then js 😶. Like completely silent dead for thr next hour. And nobody knows why.
here’s pt2 but it’s js Heather and Izzy I’m tired
#total drama#Total drama high school au#TD high school#Total drama HS#high school au#headcanons#total drama headcanons#td headcanons#heather td#lindsay td#courtney td#bridgegte td#Gwen td#izzy td
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
Brand new, full throttle You already know, babe
#i was listening to so high school on my walk home and had an epiphany#I don't really feel like explaining myself with this one I just wanted to try making a pretty gif set#is it pretty?#total drama#total drama noah#td noah#total drama cody#td cody#cody anderson#noco#total drama noco#td noco#taylor swift#the tortured poets department#ttpd#ts ttpd#so high school#I don't know if this gets a special tag. does this count as art#I'm gonna say no
74 notes
·
View notes
Text
total drama high school au! but… australian version 🦘
did this au a while ago, wanted to do it again with some reboot characters!
emma would be such a netball girlie and raj would be super into footy (instead of ice hockey which isn’t big here unfortunately!)
#total drama#total drama island#total drama raj#total drama Emma#td emma#td raj#total drama 2023#total drama reboot#total drama fanart#art#my art#artists on tumblr#fanart#procreate#artwork#drawing#cartoon#cartoons#digital art#Australia#australian#Aussie#high school au#high school alternate universe
67 notes
·
View notes
Text
💙👾Casually gives you a virus👾💙
#art#art wip#tdi#total drama#td harold#unfinished#frutiger aero#this harold is a trojan virus :D#uh idk I made him a ghost virus cause of the whole old school computer virus thing back in the day were scary#this is definitely not monster high inspired#actually it is cause my friend gives me this idea#another au harold#i had fun design these goobers#total drama harold
58 notes
·
View notes
Text
to love and to learn
I’ve had this request since 2022 and had half done for more than a year now. Sorry it took so long! 😭
Summary: (to have and to hold)
Zoey navigates her relationship with Mike and co. throughout the year, learning that just because things are tough doesn’t mean you shouldn’t hold onto who they are.
A girl with a heart as big as hers shouldn’t be afraid to speak it.
| he is so many things. he is everything. she loses her heart and gets it back, this time ready to hold on. |
*♥️*🩵*
Mal (Spring)
Zoey unlocked the door to her place, purposefully making more noise than necessary as she closed the door and placed all her belongings on the table.
“I’m back!” She called out.
The empty house said nothing back and Zoey sighed, heart sinking. She didn’t know what she was expecting, to be honest. Her house was always empty, always silent, always dark. Normally, that would be any teenager's dream, but Zoey had always felt constricted when she was alone — like she was one tug away from panicking.
Separation anxiety, is what Courtney would call it. Neglect.
Zoey the Lonely, is what the elementary school kids called her.
It wasn’t like Zoey’s parents were bad or anything like that. They were just … never around. They were busy with work and away on trips often, which was fine because they were making money and putting a roof over her head. So Zoey didn’t say anything when they didn’t call her and she always smiled when the neighbors asked how her parents were and if she was fine …
Zoey shook her head out of the thoughts she wandered in. She had friends — close friends, better than anything she could have asked for — and that was enough.
Zoey walked over to the fridge and opened it — only to find absolutely nothing at all. Zoey quickly began looking through the shelves in the pantry and resisted the urge to sigh.
Right, she was supposed to go grocery shopping like, a week ago, curse finals for making her forget —
Zoey grabbed her wallet, keys, and phone and walked out of the house even though it was midnight.
Anything was better than being alone in an empty house.
* * *
Zoey is a sixteen year old girl walking home alone late at night, and apparently that’s some sort of welcome mat to get mugged.
Her credit card is weeping from the amount of things she’s bought but the food will last her a while so she doesn’t have to go shopping again. Zoey’s in good spirits as she crosses the street.
Normally, she would take the buses, but she doesn’t want to wait around outside when it’s one am and she has school tomorrow — well, today. She's also relaxed enough for the first time in about three months to let her guard down a bit, so it's a real shame that she immediately gets jumped by thugs the moment she does.
Zoey shrieks when a heavy hand covers her mouth and she gets dragged into an alleyway. Her back slams into a wall behind her, and Zoey counts three big, dark, intimidating thugs in front of her.
"Hands up, sweetheart, nice and easy," the biggest guy says, waving his gun at her.
Ice-cold fear shot in her veins and she instinctively reached for her pepper spray. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt empty space. She forgot it!
"He said hands up, kid!" the second guy barks at her, his own gun leveling out somewhere wildly above Zoey’s shoulder.
Zoey flinches. Great, not only would she be killed by thugs, she would be killed by amateur thugs. With the way they were holding the guns, she would most likely be shot by their own carelessness rather than actual intention.
"We don't want any trouble, just your money."
Zoey bit back a retort. Yeah, because teenagers just happen to be real millionaires. Who's even teaching these guys how to pick targets —
The thugs move forward, and Zoey cuts off her inner dialogue. Adrenaline races through her veins and her hands tremble at her sides. Just as she tries to summon her voice to call for help, or to desperately use one of Courtney’s self-defense lessons —
“Hey.”
All four of them jump, and the three thugs turn around to see two figures. Zoey couldn’t make out their facial features in the dark, but one was short and stocky while the other was tall and lanky.
The short one took a menacing step forward. “Leave the girl alone, and I promise we’ll leave you with your teeth intact.”
The thugs laugh. “Oh yeah? Last I checked, there’s three of us, and two of you. And we have guns.”
The tall one walks forward, and the thugs gasp. From her place Zoey can’t see who he is, but it makes the thugs tremble.
“B-boss … it’s the Malevolent One! And … the short mohawked green punk!”
Short mohawked green punk? That sounded like someone she knew, but who was the Malevolent One?
Caught up in her musings, Zoey almost didn’t notice the conversation going on.
"Hey kid, we said — hey, stop that creepy grinning, we're pointing a gun at you — "
Duncan just grins wider, cracks his knuckles, and throws himself into a fight.
Zoey screams as Duncan tackles the thug that called him short and gleefully begins going to town on him. The Malevolent One moves like a shadow, knocking the gun from the thug leader and sending him unconscious.
Slowly, they both turn to look at the last thug standing.
The thug’s face loses all its color and he jumps back in terror, screaming as he drops his gun in his haste to escape.
Zoey is frozen, gasping hard as her knees tremble. The two took on three armed thugs and managed to escape with only bruised knuckles.
Zoey’s legs suddenly give out.
“Hey, Zo, are you okay?” A hand is placed on her shoulder, and Zoey looks up to see Duncan staring down at her.
Zoey can’t help but smile. Duncan liked to put up this bad-boy image to make him seem tough, but secretly he had a soft heart. Zoey was glad to be one of the few to see it.
“Yeah, I — um, yeah. Just in shock. No need to worry about me.”
Duncan offers a hand to help her up, handing her the groceries in the process. Zoey shakily stands up, letting out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Duncan.”
She looks at the other guy, whose figure was hiding in the shadows. “Thanks …” she trails off hesitantly.
He steps into the light and her heart stops. Mike, is her first thought. The tall, lanky body, the skin color, the face. Then she looks closer — the frown on his lips, the dark look on his face, the hair covering his eye.
“Mal,” Zoey says. Her throat suddenly feels extremely dry and she resists the urge to swallow.
“Zoey,” he responded neutrally.
Duncan looks back and forth, obviously picking up the strange air between them. “So, are you headed home?” He asked. Zoey and Mal both broke off the weird trance they found themselves in from staring at each other.
“Yeah,” Zoey nodded. “I was just walking back.”
Duncan takes the grocery bags and turns away. “Come on, we’ll walk with you! Don’t want you to get mugged again, do we?”
Zoey exchanged a bewildered look with Mal, but when he merely raised a brow she quickly flushed and hurried after Duncan.
No way was she letting herself be robbed two times in a night.
* * *
“Hey,” Zoey suddenly asked on the walk back. “Where’s Scott?”
Scott, Duncan, and Mal were the “bad guys” of the neighborhood, the misfits. They liked going out at night and causing trouble — nothing serious or endangering, but just enough graffiti to give the police a headache.
Zoey wasn’t very fond of Scott, but if his friends liked him and they were happy, who was she to judge?
“He stayed in because he had to do a biology project.” Duncan said casually, swinging her grocery bags from side to side. On her other side, Mal was carrying her other bags.
Zoey raised a brow. “And he cares because …”
“He’s failing. He spent three hours begging Dawn to help him out.”
Zoey cringed. He must really be desperate if he went crawling to Dawn. She hated his guts more than Zoey did.
“Right…” Zoey said, because she didn’t really know where to take the conversation.
“Anyway, where’re your parents?” Duncan asks. “Should they be the ones doing grocery shopping? Or at the very least, make you do it at a decent time?”
Zoey shrugged, suddenly not in a very chatty mood. “Oh, uh, they’re on a business trip.”
Duncan narrowed his eyes. “Wait, didn’t you say that last month? What —”
Zoey cut him off. “Duncan, I’m tired. So please drop the topic or else I'll text Courtney that you were on the streets beating up thugs at two am on a final’s night.” Zoey waved the phone for emphasis.
Duncan instantly backed off at the threat of bringing Courtney in. He definitely didn’t want his on-and-off girlfriend to get on his case again (even if they were broken up now). “Okay, okay, fine. I get it, I’ll back off.”
Zoey sighed in relief. “Thank you.”
She turned to look at Mal and found his eyes already on her. They were dark and scorching, and it felt like they were burning her body apart to look into her soul. It felt like he knew every secret scrawled under her skin and was taking it apart to observe at his leisure.
Zoey looked away, her heart beating nervously as her skin tingled under his eyes. “This is my stop.” Zoey stopped walking in front of her house. “Thank you for walking me home and for carrying my bags. That was very nice of you.” Zoey sent Duncan a cheeky grin, knowing how much he disliked being called “nice”.
“Just don’t tell anyone about it,” Duncan huffed, handing her the bags. “Probably about time to start heading back anyway. Later, Zoey. See ya, Mal.” With that, Duncan turned away and walked down the street.
Leaving Zoey and Mal standing alone together on the sidewalk.
“Thanks for walking me home, Mal. I appreciate it.” Zoey held out her hand for the other grocery bag.
Mal stared at her open hand uncomprehendingly, long enough for Zoey to get uncomfortable before saying, “I’m supposed to be walking you to your house.”
“We are at my house.”
“No, we’re in front of your house,” Mal corrects.
“My house is literally right there,” Zoey stabs a finger up the front lawn. “I can carry a couple of bags across the lawn. I’ll be fine.”
But Mal just stared at her unwaveringly, so Zoey huffs and marches towards the door. Mal trails after her, and it’s only until she unlocks the front door and opens it when he gives the bags to her.
Zoey flicks on the light, already feeling unsettled by the darkness before she turns to Mal. He’s already staring at her intently, and Zoey bites her lip uncertainty. “Thank you for walking me back,” she says. “For real, this time.”
“No problem,” Mal shoves his hands in his pockets, eyes flicking behind her to see the undeniably empty house. He turns to walk away, before he hesitates. “If you’re ever feeling lonely …” he starts, looking like he was already regretting it, “call me. I’ll always be there.”
Zoey’s face explodes in red and her mouth drops open. Mal quickly turns around and hurries away, leaving Zoey to gape after him in shock.
She closes the door before leaning against it sliding down to the floor. She buries her face in her hands, cheeks hot from her blush.
Yeah, she would call him. She did have his number after all.
She had all of theirs.
* * *
Vito (Spring)
Now, Vito has always been a massive player.
While Manitoba liked to flirt, Vito actually went out with girls. When he wasn't busy starting fights, he was chasing skirts — and while his behavior had always bothered Zoey, lately it bothered her for an entirely different reason.
That reason used to be because she hated the way Vito eyed girls like they were a piece of meat. The smug smirk he wore whenever he flirted with them made her want to punch him.
These days, it was because he flirted with girls. Period.
Not because he was a jerk about it, not because he was crude, not because he finally realized females were more than just boobs and a butt.
It was because every time she caught him winking at a girl or talking her up, it sent her blood spiking. Zoey would find herself gritting her teeth and clenching her fists and she didn't know why.
(Well, she did know why. She just didn't like it, so she ignored it.)
But the fact remained that something had changed, and it was aggravating the life out of her.
Despite everything, Zoey had resolved to simply ignore it. Whatever had happened to her would fade over time, and Vito was his own person (well … sort of. As much as he could be with five others in his brain). He was allowed to make out with whoever he wanted to.
Zoey also knew she was a major people’s pleaser and the type to obsess over every single detail — so she stuck to the mindset of ignoring Vito as well.
And it served her well, until one day after art club she rounded the corner and nearly crashed into Vito, who was currently sucking face with Anne Maria.
Zoey gasped and skidded to a halt. For a moment she simply stood there, gaping. Her feet were glued to the floor and her heart was pounding rapidly.
Zoey clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palm to clear her head. Zoey could feel a powerful emotion bubbling up and she bit her tongue.
What was Vito doing here? Football practice was over, he should have driven home by now. If he wanted to make out with Anne Maria then he should have done it under the bleachers — unless it was occupied by Geoff and Bridgette again. But why would he bring her here? He knew this was the path she always took to get to the bus —
Zoey suddenly stopped at the thought.
She watched as Vito pulled away and noticed Zoey staring at them in shock. For a moment their eyes met, holding a connection as they looked at each other.
Then Vito had the audacity to smirk at her, mouth pulling up in a cocky smile. His hands rested on Anne Maria’s hips and Zoey’s blood boiled.
She wanted to punch him. She wanted to punch him so bad, and she wanted to rip Anne Maria off him and yell and yell and yell until he made her shut up. But she knew what Vito would look like if she did that and Zoey would rather die than give him the satisfaction.
So instead Zoey clenched her fists, scoffed in annoyance, and brushed right past them with her head held high.
Zoey was jealous. Vito didn’t need to know that.
* * *
Chester (Winter)
Zoey was late, and she was dying.
The girl flies by pedestrians, red hair blowing out behind her as she runs down the sidewalk in a full sprint. Her legs burned and her lungs ached as she took heaving breaths of cold air.
It was one of those days in Canada where the air was so frigid it literally hurt to breathe, but the clouds still stubbornly clung to the snow that would fall later. She was late to her shift at work — too busy studying for classes after school — and had missed her bus, leaving her to wait for the second one impatiently.
Zoey burst into the shop. “I’m here!” She announced grandly.
Gwen looked up mid page-turn from her book at the register, observing the disarray that was Zoey. “You’re late,” she raised a judgemental brow.
“I know, sorry. I was just so caught up with school I lost track of time.” Zoey sighs, taking off her coat. Things would be so much easier for her if she had a ride … unfortunately, she and her ride had had a falling out a while ago and she doubted they would want to talk to her anytime soon.
Shaking off the negative thoughts, Zoey falls into the routine of getting ready. She worked at a small vintage shop that was tucked into the corner of the block for decades. Gwen had introduced it to her, and she had fallen in love with the still, older vibe of the place. Zoey was naturally attracted to older aesthetics, so it made sense that she fit in here.
Gwen and Zoey worked in tandem, attending to customers and working the register until people came in fewer and fewer. After a few hours, Zoey took a breath, checking her phone. Evening had come early, the sky turning a gorgeous shade of midnight blue outside.
Gwen reappeared from the back, bundled in a beanie and scarf. “I’m going to head out early. You okay with closing?”
Zoey smiled. “Of course,” she said, waving off Gwen’s guilty eyes. “Go have fun with Trent. I’ll see you at school.”
Gwen turned crimson, said a quick goodbye, then ran out the shop to the car parked outside at the curb. She slammed the door shut, and Zoey caught a quick glimpse of Trent waving at her before they took off.
Zoey sighed and started to close up. She was glad Gwen and Trent were back together after the rocky hardships that had actually led them to breaking up for a little bit. She wasn’t sure about the details of it — some jealousies and lack of communication — but she knew for sure that Gwen had found it hard to deal with her boyfriend's OCD, and struggled to manage it. She had confessed to Zoey about it, how she struggled to keep a normal relationship with Trent when his mental disorder was constantly interfering.
Gwen had come to her about that, asking for her advice about how to have a partner and manage their mental health, and Zoey had given it, feeling like a total hypocrite in the process.
The ding of the doorbell interrupts her thoughts, and Zoey looks up with an automatic smile to treat the last customer of the day before she freezes as she recognizes the person walking through the door.
Chester.
The alter shakes out his coat, wiping snow with a decisive sort of disdain off his cane. He looks up, takes note of Zoey’s unflattering stunned expression, and says, “Are you goin’ to be sittin’ there starin’ till my bones drop off or are you goin’ to make me some tea?”
Snapping out of it, Zoey blushes, rushing to make the drink under Chester's freezing glare. She sets down the pot, pouring the liquid into the cup as Chester grumbles before sitting down awkwardly.
“So,” Zoey manages to get her voice not to squeak. “How have you been, Chester?”
“Like you care,” Chester says gruffly and takes a sip of his tea. Perfect, just how it's always been. He and Zoey always had the same taste.
“I do care, that’s why I asked,” Zoey responds patiently. Without realizing it, her tone slips into the familiar, soothing, serenade that usually came out whenever Chester made a mean comment. “Just because we haven’t spoken in a while doesn’t mean I don’t wonder how you or everyone else is.”
Chester eyes her suspiciously, and Zoey finds herself randomly struck with how she sees him as Chester, and not Mike. To anyone else, it would look like a teenage boy was acting like an old man, but that wasn’t it. Chester hunched in on himself, and had crooked fingers that always itched for his cane; he subconsciously squinted in one eye and spoke with an inflection that Zoey never knew came from. Mike was the total opposite — he walked straight, but with a small slump in his spine as if to make himself less taller; he used enthusiastic hand motions and spoke loudly when excited. He didn't even like tea like Chester — he preferred juice.
“I’m as fine as these old bones can be in this weather,” Chester says after a moment.
“I see,” Zoey smiles. “You should stay inside and keep warm — what will happen if you slip and fall?” Even if Mike’s body was still young and strong, he had Chester’s psychology — so if he fell, he’d be in immense pain because he believed he had the bones of an old man and wouldn’t be able to get up on his own because of the psychological limits in Chester’s own mind.
“ ’s not like I meant to come out on my own,” Chester scowls. “The boy was already frustrated before that darn hooligan ran the red light while we were crossing. Nearly hit us too, that no good son of a —”
“You’re walking in this weather?” Zoey interrupts before he can go on his tirade. “What about your car?” Mike’s parents had bought him a car in the middle of autumn for passing his drivers test, a beat-up old thing. But still, Mike loved it, and the rest of his alters did too, taking it and driving it around to all their individual appointments.
It had been a fight for Mike to get his license — officials were too worried about him disassociating and switching out while he was driving — but thanks to his psychiatrist’s approval and his adopted parents pushing, he was finally able to get it. She can still remember how proudly Mike's eyes had shone when he first showed her his ID.
“Parents took it away,” Chester grunted. “He was switchin’ out with the rest of us too much.”
“Oh,” Zoey’s mouth felt dry. “I —”
“He's a mess without you, you know. They all are, those stupid young fools. But you should know, with what you said before.”
Zoey feels the words hit, like a sucker-punch to the gut. Her mind flashes back to the time when she asked Mike out. She had worn her favorite red halter top, with wildflower sticker tattoos stamped up her arm as she had rubbed it shyly. She had been so nervous; it had felt like the nerves her belly had turned into a livewire full of electric butterflies.
The words she’d said to him came back to her when he asked why she liked him.
"It's just that … the sort of mess you are ... has always felt like the sort of mess I am.”
How cruel of Chester to bring that up so suddenly. But then again, Chester never really had a problem with being cruel when he wanted to get his words across. Zoey found herself momentarily at a loss of words, stomach flipping in guilt. “That’s not … I didn’t …” What was she supposed to say? Sorry? As great at apologizing as she was, that felt too insensitive to say.
She was self-aware enough to know that she couldn’t keep her friendship with Mike, not after how much she’d hurt him. Maybe if they talked more, if she’d been more commutative …
The familiar sting of tears building up mortifies Zoey and she hides her face behind her hand, squeezing her eyes shut. That only makes it worse as the pressure causes a few wayward drops to slip out. God no, she wouldn’t cry in front of Chester, she wouldn’t …
Zoey waits for the sound of disgust that should be coming from him, a grumble about how sentimental young people were, but —
Something soft touches her cheek and she looks up to see Chester avoiding her eyes, holding out a handkerchief. She sniffles, taking it from his hand and unceremoniously scrubbing her eyes as hard as she can.
“You want to help everyone. You're too sweet to be alone,” Chester says gruffly. “Too dependent on others. You’d save a houseplant if you thought it could be your friend.”
Zoey lets out a choked laugh, not sure if she should be amused or offended at the words. “I just — I thought I'd get over it by now. We weren't even together that long anyways.”
Chester stared at her. “Why do ya still miss him? You’re the one that left.”
Zoey stares down into her cup, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. “Sometimes you don't get a choice. You think about someone ... a lot.” After she broke up with Mike, she had hoped that that would be the last of it. That he would fade into the background of all the other students, and that the only thing left would be a bittersweet memory.
But no. He still lingers, in her heart and in her mind. He was a bolt out of the blue, and a catastrophe that shakes her to the core. She could go about her day just like any other, and like a habit, she'd think of him.
“That’s what happens when ya give up on somethin’ ya care about. You grieve it just as much as you loved it.”
Zoey glances up at Chester before looking away again.
“What do I do now?” She whispers.
Chester takes a sip of his tea. “Ya know what you did wrong. Ya know what ya wanna change. The only thing that you can do now is try to be better next time around.”
Zoey blinks, the bowstring tightness drawn around her shoulders loosening at his words. She gazes into the mug like it holds all the answers, thoughts swirling around her head like a whirlwind. The fears and insecurities still weighed in her consciousness but now — although tentative — resolve was there as well.
She took a sip of her tea as well, chamomile lingering on her tongue. She could still try.
She wanted to try.
* * *
Svetlana (Winter)
Zoey watches on the sidelines as Svetlana dances on the ice, lost in her own music. The scrapes of ice against her blades are the only sound in the rink. It's completely empty, which she felt fortunate for because now Svetlana can completely focus on her routine while Zoey sits on the sidelines.
Svetlana skates by again, arms moving like the wind, somehow making the most complicated movements look like the easiest thing in the world.
She was intricately beautiful, and Zoey can’t take her eyes off her. Even with all the inner turmoil in her head, she can’t help but stop and stare at her. She knew this place — here, on the ice rink — was where Svetlana belonged. Skating was her passion, and the movements of the dance were her religion. The air rushing by her ears could clear her head more than any words can, and Zoey knows that she is the reason why Svetlana is out on the ice.
The cold bites her fingers numb and brings a rosy color to her cheeks, stinging like a slap. Zoey didn’t bring gloves with her, a self-inflicting punishment for what is to come. If this was, perhaps, a month ago, she would have been out on the ice with her, sliding on her skates and trying to catch up to Svetlana. Laughter would be echoing throughout the rink as she kept on slipping, not the void of silence now between them.
She couldn't do it anymore.
She could feel her mind fracturing the more she was stretched thin.
She was just so tired. She couldn't handle it. Dating five personalities, each with their own individual traumas, was too much. The stress, the insecurities, the fears were piling up and she just wanted a break.
She thinks (or hopes, maybe) that the others can sense it — her pulling away. It was cowardly, but she hoped that they would willingly drift off into the sea of faces in the school so that Zoey wouldn’t be able to say anything at all.
Svetlana dances across the ice, blissfully lost in her own winter wonderland and slows to a stop. She opens her eyes and catches Zoey’s. She isn’t quite sure what look reads in her gaze, but Svetlana doesn’t skate forward and close the seemingly sudden large gap between them.
Zoey was gonna break her heart. Take the fragile organ that all of the alters held so dear and shatter it into a million pieces.
* * *
Manitoba (Fall)
Manitoba pulled her along by her hand, dragging her to wherever he was taking her. She honestly had no clue. Mike had switched when he was in gym class, and the now-present Manitoba Smith had promptly ditched and went to seek Zoey out, even though she was in a different class at the time.
It had been … an experience to find out about Mike’s alters. She had known that he had some sort of disorder, because he always seemed to have a pink slip note of visiting the counselor’s office. It wasn’t until Mike had told her about his Multiple Personality Disorder —or Dissociative Identity Disorder, as Cameron often corrected— and Cameron had explained what it was when she suddenly understood.
Apparently, back at his old school, Mike had been severely bullied for his disorder and was often called a freak. Monster. Jekyll and Hyde. It had enraged Zoey beyond reason. She herself had been picked on for being different back in her old town, and she knew how much words could hurt.
When he came here, Mike’s plan of laying low was shot when he saw Duncan, who recognized him when they were in juvie, and from Scott, who had wrangled the truth from Cameron with slightly unethical means. Because it was a small school, the information traveled around the grapevine. Nobody batted an eye. Wawanaka High, if nothing else, was filled with eccentric people.
Mike had explained that he didn’t tell her about his personalities sooner because he was afraid she would think he was a freak, but Zoey had simply laughed and told him how much she loved oddballs. But secretly, she was nervous. She had no idea on how to handle his alters, or his trauma that sometimes arose at the most random things. It had been weird, and scary, and confusing, to see the boy she liked (like … really liked), acting like someone else entirely. His posture, his voice, his entire attitude did a complete turn around, and she didn’t know how to handle it.
“Why are you dragging me out of class?” Zoey complains. “We have midterms coming up, and—”
“You’re focusing on the wrong things, treasure!” Manitoba laughs. Zoey trips at the nickname. “You only live once! Why not make this one worth living with adventure!”
Easy for him to say. Mike was the only one who had to focus on school grades and studying. All the others were there for fun.
Manitoba leads them up the stairs to the roof and Zoey withdraws when she sees the Emergency Exit plastered on the doorway.
“Wait, what are you doing?!”
“Huh?”
“You’ll set off the fire alarm!”
Manitoba laughs like she’s said something cute. He opens the doorway to the rooftop and Zoey holds her breath, waiting for the alarms to start. When there is nothing, she lets it out almost disappointedly. A dud.
Manitoba doesn’t let go of her hand as they walk onto the roof and Zoey doesn’t pull away either as she looks around. So this is where Manitoba went whenever Mike switched out with him. Since Mike had a full-time pass to the counselor’s, he was technically obligated to go there whenever he felt like he was about to dissociate, but he and the others never did. She knows that for a fact because the other alters have been caught trying to leave school (Vito and Manitoba mostly) and now Zoey finally knows where one of them disappears.
Zoey can’t help but stare at him while his back is towards her.
She liked to keep busy. Needed to, really, because then she can ignore the persistent loneliness that ached whenever she was alone in a house that was too big for only her. So she made friends, joined clubs, and studied hard. She took it as a challenge when Cameron had asked if she would date any of the alters since she was dating Mike. If her boyfriend had more parts of himself then she wanted to know them as well.
And she liked them, too. Zoey didn’t doubt that before long she would like them just as much as she liked Mike. Svetlana had a beautiful soul and Zoey loved spending time with her. Manitoba was wild but captivating and she could feel herself getting used to him as well. Vito was coming around as well, taking her on drives whenever possible. She was slowly finding the gaps in Chester’s prickly nature and she remained a polite distance with the ever-elusive Mal.
There were doubts, perhaps, that she had been too hopeful. Not that she would ever think Mike a freak, but she couldn’t help but wonder if she had bitten off more than she could chew. If she was truly the right person to handle this. Zoey had her own problems and insecurities, and she could admit that she was prone to keeping it in due to her upbringing — unlike Mike, who knew how to communicate thanks to his training with his therapist.
“You get quiet when you’re stressed.”
She blinks, broken out of her thoughts due to Manitoba’s casual remark.
“Sorry,” she said. “I think more in my head than aloud.”
“I know, love.”
Zoey is glad Manitoba doesn’t comment on the small jerk she makes at his nickname and her furious blush. It was still embarrassing to get used to the others’ affection.
“Now, get on the ledge, Sheila.”
Zoey raises a brow.
Manitoba’s mouth curved into a smirk. “’Course, if you’re feeling afraid I’ll have no problem holding onto a beautiful—”
Maybe it was because of the thought of Manitoba thinking that she was weak or too afraid or boring to do it, but before she thought about it she grabbed onto the metal bars separating her from the ledge and leaped over them. Her converse hit the other side and Zoey spun around to face open air. The wind wasn’t too bad, but if she let go of the bar it would only take a push to send her careening to her death.
Zoey glanced over her shoulder, a smile tugging at her lips. “You were saying?”
Manitoba gazed at her, none of his usual cockiness in his eyes. “Look.”
She's never had a fear of heights, so she isn't afraid when she stares down at the world. Trees dappled with red, orange, and gold leaves lined the block of houses they adorned. The cars looked like toys on the winding road, the people so small they looked like ants. She hears Manitoba jump on the ledge to join her but doesn't turn her head.
“Wrong place, Shiela.”
“What?” Zoey asks. She turns to look at Manitoba only to see him watching her already.
“You’re looking in the wrong place.”
Without any further comment, he takes her chin and gently lifts it up so her gaze shifts upwards. Away from the town and to the world beyond that. Midnight-colored lakes, rolling plains, and forests stretching as far as the eye can see. And even farther, mountains peaking towards the blue sky, desperate to touch the clouds.
The air rushed out of her in her next breath.
And suddenly, Zoey understood what Manitoba was trying to make her get. There was a whole world out there. A whole country, and whole continent, even, and Zoey was still lost in her head. Her problems seemed like nothing in the grand scheme of things, and Zoey was just letting her life pass her by because she let them consume her.
She stands on the edge of the rooftop. Wind brushes along her skin, causing goosebumps to rise along her arm, but Zoey doesn’t say anything. She didn’t bring her jacket, and Manitoba wasn’t wearing one either. Even if he was, she doubted she would ask for it. She stands on the ledge, making no move to shield herself from the wind and looks at the Canadian wilderness in front of them.
She tips her head back and closes her eyes, the wind making the loose strands of her hair fly around her. Her feet felt rooted to her place, but she imagines herself as free as a bird. She could taste the tantalizing weight of wilderness on her tongue and wants.
So Zoey stands, and stares, and breathes.
* * *
Mike (Fall)
Zoey walked into her last class of the day, Chemistry. It had taken her a while to find the classroom, so most of the tables were filled up. She spotted Lightning in the back showing off with Cody staring up with adoring eyes. Noah was on the other side of the class, rolling his eyes at the antics before burying his nose in his book.
Apprehension pooled her gut. She didn’t know who to sit by and barely knew anyone. The class was mainly filled with seniors she only knew by name with only a handful of juniors she had never spoken to.
Zoey feels sick. She wants to walk right out. Why was her social anxiety starting to act up now?
She spots a boy sitting with a table to himself, a giant bookbag next to him. He’s hunched over, like he wasn’t used to the open air around him, and is wearing thick glasses and a giant red hoodie that hide nothing with how scrawny he is. Zoey is surprised to see him have such a big bag, seeing as how the boy is basically twigs it looks like even the weight of a butterfly could knock him over.
He seemed like the safest bet to sit next to.
Zoey walks towards the small boy — anxiety trembling in her bones — and gives him a nice smile, trying to appear more confident than she truely was.
“Hi!” She greets cheerfully. “Do you mind if I sit here?”
The boy jolts so hard that he nearly topples to the floor. “Oh! Yeah, sure! No problem!” He eagerly swipes all his belongings off the side of the table to make room for her.
“Thanks,” she says, taking a seat. Continue the conversation, ask questions rings in her head from all the How-To-Make-Friends podcasts she had obsessively listened to over the summer. “I don't think I've ever seen you around before. Are you a freshman?”
The boy lights up, and soon he is talking a mile a minute. His name is Cameron, and he's sixteen like her — which surprised her, given his small stature — but this is his first year of attending Wawanakwa High after being homeschooled all his life. Apparently his mother was obsessively overprotective of her only son and as a result, Cameron was what was known as a “bubble boy”. He was sweet though, and eager, even though he lacked any real world experience he was quite knowledgeable in academics.
By the time Cameron kindly offers her some hand sanitizer, Zoey is estatic to find that she has made her first real friend of the year.
Their conversation comes to a natural lull and Zoey busies herself organizing her backpack and pulling out the notebook she will need for the class.
Officially, chemistry should have already started, but none of the seniors pause in their continuous chatter and after waiting for another awkward couple of minutes, Cameron turns and asks a senior, Courtney, where the teacher was. The honors student makes a face, nose wrinkling in a way that makes her freckles scrunch cutely and responds, “Our teacher is Blainely. She never shows up to class on time, no matter how much Principal McLean complains.”
A desk over, a girl named Heather with beautiful, glossy long hair, scoffs in a way that shows her just how much she’s a fan of their teacher and goes back to filing her nails. Zoey wants to compliment her on her hair, but something primal very deep inside of her tells her that any word spoken to her would be met with a nasty comment on her hair.
She goes back to doodling on her own notebook before all of the sudden the door slams open and a harried teen rushes in. He’s holding a pink slip that meant he was coming from the office, and after seeing that the teacher is nowhere in sight, looks for a table.
He lights up as he sees the only open seat on Cameron’s other side and hurries towards it, practically dumping all his belongings on the table as he collapses in his seat.
“Hey,” he says, running his fingers through his spiky hair. “Did class start yet?”
Cameron shook his head no.
“Really? But didn’t class start like —” he glances at the clock, “— ten minutes ago?”
“Well, our teacher for this class is Ms. Blainely, and I heard she doesn't care about tardiness because she's always late.” Zoey reports back what Courtney said to her.
“Can’t see why,” the boy responds flippantly. “We’re as pleasant as all the teachers in the school.”
Zoey feels her cheeks pull up in a grin and she giggles. “Nice to meet you. I’m —”
Blainely slams through the door of her classroom like a typhoon of bravado and too-much confidence for a teacher who was late to her own class by ten minutes. “Alright, you little brats, it’s time for Chemistry!” She sing-songs.
There’s a thunk from behind of Bridgette slamming her head into her table and her deskmate Lindsay sympathetically pats her on the back. A few tables over, Heather fake gags.
Blainely, in her true, characteristic nonchalant fashion, tells them to have at it in mixing the chemicals after barely skimming the safety protocols and handing out labs.
Her, Cameron, and their new teammate work in tandem together, like they’re a well-oiled machine. He cracks jokes with Cameron and laughs with Zoey, and she feels her cheeks getting sore with how much she's grinning.
She hasn't had this much fun in a long time. Their new teammate is charismatic. And cute. And nice. Zoey didn’t really have a type, but if she did …
Well. It would probably be him.
From over Cameron’s head where he’s chattering, Zoey chances a peek at the boy to see him already watching her. Her heart leaps in surprise and she can’t help but stare at him even after he quickly glances away. Does she have pen ink on her face? It wouldn’t be the first time. Zoey opens her mouth to ask, but before she could —
The bell rings.
The students stir and begin packing their bags with vigor, chatter filling the air as the last class of the day is finished. Cameron bids them goodbye and leaves quickly, and Zoey waves as he practically sprints towards the door, saying something about his mom picking him up.
She spots the boy beginning to pack his bag with the new chemistry papers and realizes amongst all the fun they had together, she has yet to learn his name.
“Hey,” Zoey smiles over the space at the boy. “My name is Zoey.”
The boy blinks, then gives her this big, beautiful, beaming grin that seemed to light up his entire face. Zoey feels her heart skip a beat, then trip and stumble and crash against her ribcage at the sight of it. Oh boy.
“I'm … Mike.”
* * *
#total drama#total drama fanfic#total drama au#td zoke#td zoey#td mike#td mal#td vito#td chester#td svetlana#td manitoba#high school#breakups#getting back together#wanted to try a new style so timeline starts backwards hope you can understand it T_T#I’ve never dated before so forgive any inaccuracies pls#Zoey loves and learns shes a 16 year old girl so i better not see any bitchin
28 notes
·
View notes
Text
Taps mic. Gidgette should’ve broken up. Their relationship in the Aftermaths was clearly not healthy and not in a way that was enjoyable to watch. It clearly made everyone including them uncomfortable. I think it would’ve been good for Geoff and Bridgette to separately gain self awareness and grow as people. They both need to date around. They reek of high school sweethearts destined to go through a nasty divorce in a few years after enduring a miserable joint living situation where neither of them communicate effectively because both are afraid of change but also not afraid enough of confrontation to avoid passive aggressive conflict. I am so serious I think being bisexual in college would fix so many of their problems.
#alex’s td rambles#Cartoon Network was right about high school relationships not lasting forever#because gidgette would either break up or start the worst polycule this side of San Francisco#and then break up after that#DIVORCE THEM. watching the Geoff fame arc and Bridgette cheating arc was painful#Do you SEE. my VISION.
108 notes
·
View notes
Text
Alley Cats AU Masterpost
(I will continue to stand by this sloppily put together edit I made. It's indicative of the silly fun times they have that are definitely not covering up for tragic backstories.)
So, an actual masterpost for Alley Cats AU!
It's a high school AU where each member of Team CIRRRRH + Eva have been made into social outcasts in their own unique and special ways. Their one place of solace is a dumpster alley behind the school.
It's still being worked on, but for now here are all the posts for the AU in roughly chronological order:
Backstories
What Noah Did
What Eva Did
What Izzy Did
What Alejandro Did
Shenanigans & Chicannery
Noah and Eva talk about dating
Team E-Scope help Eva with her anger issues
Alley Cats vs. José Pt 1
Alley Cats vs. José Pt 2
#perp needs masterposts to stay sane#au masterpost#total drama#total drama au#team cirrrrh#total drama noah#td noah#total drama izzy#td izzy#total drama eva#td eva#total drama owen#td owen#total drama tyler#td tyler#total drama alejandro#td alejandro#team escope#team escope td#high school au#perp writing#alley cats au#can't believe I almost forgot that last tag
26 notes
·
View notes
Text
a doodle of my new teardrop gjinka!! i think they turned out pretty cute :)
#dandy’s doodles#bfdi#battle for dream island#bfdi teardrop#bfdi td#bfdi gjinka#bfdi humie#bfdi human#bfdi humanized#bfdi humanization#kin#my old design for them was charming and campy but i think it was too edgy for them#like yeah td’s the hoodie type but she would wear brighter colors than that. and she’s too active to wear jeans or whatever i had her in#they’re definitely a bit of a sneakerhead… but in a practical way. they need good kicks#i’m imagining her and her newbie alliance clique in high school…#lollipop is popular and gets gelatin and td acquainted with the popular crowd but the three of them decide they all suck#lolly’s really good at math and is everyone’s crush. gelatin is addicted to his 3ds and is the life of the party.#and td is well-rounded in school subjects but an absolute expert at destroying you in gym class (she’s also on the track team with needle)#teardrop and lolly watch lesbian anime together. sometimes td gets to third-wheel when flower gets invited#all three newbie alliance members hijack the prom and play 100 gecs on the speakers#etc. i could go on
177 notes
·
View notes
Text
#warrior cats#wc#mcelroy brothers#pjo#shrek#httyd#ohshc#ouran high school host club#toh#the owl house#sense8#total drama#td#Percy Jackson#firestar#donkey#rajan rasal#Justin McElroy#poll#bi wife energy#it should be graystripe but firestar is too brand name#mbmbam#McElroy
336 notes
·
View notes
Text
I tried shading gave up mid way (this is for the two later in the story)
#total drama island#total drama#td courtney#td cody#td au#total drama high school au#total drama au#total drama island au#td coco#coco#courtney x cody#Courtdy#tried shading#fan art
21 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hi I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind writing high school au Lindsay x masc!reader x Tyler. Where reader writes like notes and reminders of who people are and where things are. And carries a first aid kit for Tyler and is always redirecting him from getting hurt. Reader and Lindsay sit and cheering with Lindsay at Tyler’s hockey games.
Helloo! Thank you so much for the request, this was a lot of fun to write for! 😊 regarding your other ask, I’ll get that done too! Thank you, and enjoy! 💜
(HIGH SCHOOL!) TYLER + MASC! READER + LINDSAY HEADCANONS
Every morning, you wake up and go to school with Lindsay and Tyler.
In your packed lunch, you always made sure to spare a small fruit salad for Lindsay and Tyler, a protein bar.
You weren’t the third wheel. You were the dad.
“Mind your step, Tyler.” you pull said sportsman from slipping on a spill on the stairs that could have earned him an injury so early in the day.
“Oh! Thanks!” Tyler smiled in gratitude,“Man, sports first thing is the best breakfast to have to start the day!”
You nod,“I’ll be getting my psychology test results back, so I’m hyped for that.” you turn to Lindsay whose naive eyes weren’t present,“Do you know what lesson you’ll be having first?”
“Huh?” Lindsay blinks and pointed a finger to her chin,“Something about reading...” so, no.
“English?”
“Ohh! I have Art and design! That tech thing with horses!” Strange how reading was the first thing that came to mind then,“Which way do I go for it again?”
“That way, Lindsay,” you point to the left.
“That’s why so many people are going there!” the gorgeous girl stares at the large chunks of students she’s probably never spoken to before walking in unison as though it was new, before her bottom lip quivers,“I don’t wanna go by myself, could one of you maybe come with me?”
“Course, Linds!” Tyler volunteers happily, putting his arm around Lindsay,“We’ll see you at the cafeteria, (Y/N)!”
“Have a good lesson, you guys!” you wave at the couple,“Wrong way!”
There were some classes you shared with Lindsay and Tyler, sometimes with just one of the other(mainly the subjects that didn’t have sets).
Lindsay always loves sitting next to you in the middle of the classroom. You played frequent drawing games with her between writing down the lesson’s content and she asked you a lot of relationship advice.
With the classes you had with Tyler, you wouldn’t be just sitting as a pair, but nearby other male acquaintances and have yourselves deep conversations with them.
You, Lindsay and Tyler had your presumed “closer” friends from different cliques, yet you three preferred spending lunch with each other on the same table, by the window.
You’re normally the first one there.
With the other two, it was hard to know, but easy to calculate- if Lindsay arrived second, that means Tyler got hurt somewhere. But if Tyler arrived second, that meant Lindsay got distracted and completely forgot she was meant to be having lunch.
As available, it was the first fate.
“Tyler... What happened to you?” you asked your friend who was setting his tray down, face messed up.
“Oh Theodore, what did they do to you!” Lindsay squeaked similarly, more as fright than as question.
“Tyler, Lindsay...” he mumbles Lindsay’s mistake, dropping his heavy bag under the table and taking his seat next to you,“Do you have a plaster I could use?”
“I got you.” you zip open your bag for your first aid kit.
“Tyler, don’t schools have a nurse?” Lindsay asked, tilting her head,“I thought every school had a nurse...”
“Those old ladies don’t do anything...” her boyfriend groans at the pressure of your finger applying the plaster,“Thanks, dude. I would be dead if it wasn’t for you.”
“Oh my gosh, me too!“ Lindsay gasps, dropping her fork,“(Y/N) has been the best smoothies I’ve ever gotten! My skin has been softer than a bunny rabbit since I drank it!”
A valid confusion spreads across Tyler’s bandaged face, trying not to move as you went on to clean his cheek,“Linds... What are you talking about?”
“That smoothie you bought for me last Saturday! Or was it Monday?” she suddenly turns to you,“(Y/N)! I didn’t see you there! You have this amazing smoothie named after you, I’m jealous! I wish I was named after something so phenomenal! So um, the (Y/N) that can blink, could you help me with this math homework I got?” she picks up her large pink handbag and begins searching through it,“I know we’re at school, but I don’t wanna do this at home when I have fashion to attend to!”
“I always knew you would rock the runaway!” Tyler grinned a toothy grin, digging into his school tray of pasta after you finished.
“Thanks, Tyler!” she blows him a kiss, with a hand gripping on a booklet,“But I gotta use some of my mascara ink to write as well. Could you help me, (Y/N)?”
You nod,“I’ll talk you through it.” she pushes her chair closer to your side.
She was in the lower class, so her homework should be more easy- to you, anyway.
Well, Lindsay must really have no idea how maths functioned because you were now on the eighth question, skipping the other seven, this one about simultaneous equations,“Which value do you want to make the same?”
“Uhhh...” she taps her temple,“All of them!”
“It doesn’t work like that, Lindsay.”
“Why not?”
“Because you need to have either x or y be the same so you can cancel them out to find the value to substitute in to find the other.” you explained, circling the two different xs,“So if you decide to make x the same, you will need to multiply both the x, the y and the outputs by the the lowest common multiple of the xs which is-“
“Ahhh, I give up!” she whines, using her multicolour pen to scribble over the question,“I can’t do this, I’m not made for this! First they make me wear a cardigan, now they make me do maths? Why couldn’t I do makeup instead...? All this is just living proof that school is founded on tearing down teen spirit!”
“Bang on, Lindsay.” you flick through the booklet to see how many pages she had left. Three, which was a quarter of what you’d usually get,“But it’s just a few more years and you won’t have to ever worry about it again.”
“Who says I’m worrying now!” she giggles, taking the homework back,“Thanks, (Y/N)!”
A part of you wanted to do the entire thing for her, but you knew that wouldn’t be ethical for her record,“Let me know if you need help finishing it.” pointless since Lindsay never remembers to finish her homework.
“Ohh, that reminds me!” she declares, shoving the work back into her bag,“Someone called uh, Summers wanted to see me at lunch, but uh... I’m sorta having a rusty time knowing who she is and what she wanted to talk to me about.”
“Biology.”
“Huh?”
“Mrs Summers. Your biology teacher?” you frown,“Did you lose that profile sheet I made for you?”
“Ohhh right! And I didn’t lose it! I just can’t find it.” the blonde claims, standing up from her seat and replacing the space with her handbag,“Don’t let the food bugs bite! I’ll be back!”
So, it was just you and Tyler.
“You’re a genius, (Y/N)!” was the first thing he said in the one on one interaction.
“I really am not.” you laugh lightly, taking a first bite of your sandwich after tending to Lindsay.
“You sure are! Linds and I dread this kind of stuff, and here you are, looking like you do it for fun!” the jock exalts, sipping on the straw of his juice box,“About that smoothie thing, Lindsay forgot her name when ordering so she decided to name it after you, thinking your name as something she could always rely on.” he chuckles,“Know anything about that from psychology?”
Oh, loveable Lindsay,“There’s probably a link!”
“While we’re on the topic... We were thinking of going there after school today. Wanna come with?”
You beam,“Count me in.”
Lunchtime was over and in every four weeks, the hockey jocks got to showcase how they’ve been working against other schools- they’d make their way early to the changing rooms, while everyone else had to make their way into the school ice rink for the bleachers.
Lindsay grabbed onto your arm to not get lost in the crowd. While you weren’t a sports fan, you did enjoy cheering your friends on.
“Go Tyler!” Lindsay proudly takes first place in shouting out the name of her boyfriend.
“Looks like he forgot to wear his helmet again...” your gut was right to bring out your first aid kit again. You’ll take care of the injuries later. For now, you hold your hand next to your mouth as the whistle blew,“Go Tyler!”
#tdi#tdi x reader#total drama#request#td lindsay#td tyler#tdi lindsay#tdi tyler#total drama island#total drama lindsay#total drama tyler#high school#high school au#total drama lindsay x reader#total drama tyler x reader#td lindsay x reader#td tyler x reader
40 notes
·
View notes
Text
modern day total drama headcanons (HS I guess) pt 2
they’re teenagers doing modern teenager stuff don’t come for me😔😔🙏 there will be sexual jokes btw ‼️
Heather: laughs when the popular guys moan in class. Idk she’d just be annoying like that. “Did I ask” AHHHHWIRJFUFUFU KILL ME. I like Heather but thank god she’s a millennial I would’ve hunted her down if she went to my school. “WHO YOU CALLIN A LESBIAN YOU FUCKIG FAGGOT” those live girls. Like if zshe was lesbian she would’ve denied it for years like “only faggots are lesbians”
Izzy [fucking ginger]: this isn’t even angst but she’d be bullied tbh. Curly ginger hair? Freackles? Talkative? Bro she’d be dead. Like trust me shes my fav and so cool but let’s be real. Kinda mf to be like “heyyy how have you been” snf hug her friends and be like “im gonna touch you” (shes js like me fr) we all saw that she was dressed up on total drama but tbh I don’t think shed be that dressed up in school. She’d either have “SLIPKNOT DEATH DATH EMO” written shirts or those fucked up Walter white shirts. SHED BE THAT KID WHO WAS AKWAYS CALLED OUT OD CLASS LIKE “is Izzy here? Yeah, pack your things and come with me” and literally nobody sees her for the rest of the day. I don’t wanna start a war here so for nemma shippers: she’d be such good friends with kitty. They’d hang out whenever Emma and noah were out on dates or just hanging. Kitty has so many pics of them together tbh. for noco shippers: she’d be the biggest nco shipper ever. Y’know in the intro w Zoey Mike and sierra? She’d do that sierra thing to noah and Cody.
probably more coming idk
#total drama#total drama izzy#total drama headcanons#total drama high school au#td high school#total drama hs#izzy td#heather td
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Working on a project…
#mlp discord#bill cipher#clone high scudworth#dr doofenshmirtz#lee kanker#tangled varian#td chris#otgw beast#philip wittebane#dib membrane#cartoon villain school#art
30 notes
·
View notes
Text
total drama high school au but australian 🇦🇺🦘
ive always wanted to make a td high school au but im aussie and know nothing about canadian schools so i drew this for fun! imagine if they were australian…
#total drama#total drama island#total drama fanart#td Gwen#td courtney#total drama gwen#total drama courtney#high school au#art#my art#artists on tumblr#fanart#procreate#artwork#drawing#cartoon#cartoons#digital art#high school alternate universe#Australia#aussie#aussie core#australian core#total drama island fanart#i wanted to draw them in the style of total drama but also my own art style mixed in together and it was fun!
46 notes
·
View notes
Text
Lots of talk about how Tim is eternally a teenager and comics won’t let him age but like. This boy owns a houseboat. He’s a college dropout. He’s got to be at least 19 now. and thank god for that.
#ok TECHNICALLY he could be 18 but come on#Bernard did not go and join a cult less than 1 year after graduating high school it takes a little longer than that for the dread to set in#sources: td: robin series and batman urban legends you know the one#anyway if we assume his age gap with Damian is the same as preboot then Tim is actually 20-21#< as of 2021#which makes perfect sense to me#Tim Drake#Batman#batfamily#dc comics
38 notes
·
View notes