I HAVE WRITER'S BLOCK! No, not in general. Just with this story. Just freakin' just! I want to write this story but I can't! So here's a little something to hold you off until I can get an official update. Or you can look at these other announcements:
New Fanart: I have made fanart! One is as old as this story (the hosts) and the others are completely new. Links are on my profile. And if you haven't done so yet, somebody has done Fabian fanart. Link is also on my profile.
Fanfictions: I may have Writer's Block with this story, but my ideas creatively flow with other fanfics.
If you like Ouran High School Host Club or Fullmetal Alchemist, check out my other fanfics and leave a review. The cool thing about my OHSHC fic is that you don't have to know it to like it! If you like my writing, then you can read it. Somewhat same with FMA.
I am currently in the process of writing actually Total Drama fanfics.
THIS ONE already has 7 chapters and it gives an insight to the character of Pahkitew Island. So if you want to learn more about the characters, then check it out. I think some of them are deep ;).
THIS ONE will be a one-shot songfic between Dave/Sky using "Do You Wanna Build a Snowman" with changed lyrics!
AND FINALLY THIS ONE will be a fairytale adventure where Ella has to be the prince(ss) that saves the entire McLean kingdom and all the stories gathered there!
PUPPIES!: What sort of category is this, you ask? My mom and I rescued two Pit Bull Box Terrier puppies (now 7 weeks) that were discovered in an abandoned home in Detroit, Michigan. The girl who found them were mentally abusing them, so we had to take them! Their names are Kera and Castiel. And I can officially say that Castiel is mine -insert heart here- (ha! Take that Supernatural fandom!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama or the auditions tapes, with the exception of Whitney's. I do own May and Rinn. And I would like to think that I own myself. Unless one of you want to buy me. The bidding starts with ONE COOKIE!
May's face pops up on the middle of the camera, a giant grin on her face. "Hello viewers at home! I am May McLean, the one and only amazing host for Total Drama Resort!"
"Actually… there are two of us… Everybody that watches know that," Rinn's voice quips from behind her.
May turns around. "But nobody cares about you! Only moi!" She turns back towards the camera and laughs nervously. "I, and I suppose my sister, are here to offer you a behind the scene look. No, we're not going to Loser Island this time. There aren't enough new people there to do anything!"
May is pushed aside as Rinn smiles into the camera. "We're here to give you an inside look of the all-important decision-making choosing that was involved with deciding who our participants would be for this season!" Rinn explains.
May stands beside her sister and frowns at her, but the frown is quickly replaced by a smile. "And we're going to be breaking the fourth wall so you can get an idea behind how the creator of the show does her stuff." She shrugs her shoulders and raises her nose to the air. "But honestly, who cares about the creator when you can learn more about me."
"I can give a few reasons," Rinn mutters. "But it doesn't matter! Because our new and exciting behind-the-scenes extra starts now!"
Hey everybody! May here! If you're a creator of a show then you know the hard process of choosing who makes it through and who doesn't!
And my sister and I have also had to go through that. We didn't get many applications for Total Drama, but we still had to turn some people away.
You get the people that act perfect. Too perfect, in fact. The only perfect people in Total Drama are me and Uncle Chris. Our hair is just too amazing to not be perfect.
Or maybe you get people that won't give you enough drama or won't interact. I like to keep the drama down a bit, but there has to be a little!
But here at Total Drama, Rinn and I can both agree that it's the audition tapes that really helped us choose who to let through onto Total Drama! Let's start rolling the tapes!
A clip from an old Disney movie plays as a pale, petite, and skinny girl moves in front of the camera. She smiles at the camera and her teeth shine with her whiteish-blonde hair.
"Hello world and all who inhabit it! I'm Syrena Anastasia Delmont and I wanna be on the next season of Total Drama!"
She smiles and lays back in a chair, showing the camera the bottom of her red shoes. The camera quickly turns around and reveals two boys – a raven with green eyes and a blonde, who is holding the camera, with blue eyes.
"I'm Thomas and that's Avery," the blonde says. "Please get our sister out of the house. She's running out of ADHD pills and we can't handle that again!" The boys both shudder with that last statement.
The camera turns back around and focuses on Syrena who is now sitting up. The black word "Muggle" can be clearly seen on the front of her red shirt. "Pick me please!" she yells.
Shudder is right! I'm shuddering just thinking about her.
If she was running out of pills, why didn't her parents just get new pills? It's not that hard to get a refill. Maybe that's why she was crazy here.
Why would there be a complete understandable reason behind the insanity that is Syrena? I'll tell you: there's nothing. The witch is just crazy!
A camera turns on and shows a pale guy with dark brown hair sitting in a bedroom. He pays no attention to the camera. "Hello, I'm Derek Bares and I wanna be on Total Drama Resort because-"
His words are cut off by a faint explosion. "Aw crap, died again!" He quickly pauses his game and looks at the camera. "Anyways, I think this show will really give me a chance with the ladies. Not that that's the entire reason why I'm trying out!" He nervously laughs and glances away.
"Well, I'm gonna go, but I really hope that I'm chosen." He resumes the game and begins to play it again. He glances back at the camera and his dark forest green eyes widen. He gasps as he realizes he forgot to turn the camera off. "Oops!"
Nerd!
It's sad… He hasn't had any luck with the ladies…
But it's lucky for us. Him getting slapped numerous times boosts ratings. He's the number one punching bag! Don't believe me? Check out our first behind-the-scenes. Let's show the person who first hurt Derek on Total Drama Resort!
The camera turns on and reveals a woman with straight blood-red hair. Her almond-shaped sky blue eyes glimmer with amusement. "Hello. My name is Tammy Rose and I would like to be on Total Drama. I think of myself as a very independent woman. I don't think anyone's shit. And if I can do something by myself, I'll do it without any help!"
She sits down and stares straight into the camera. "I'm a free-spirited person and I try not to get into any fights or stuff like that. I think Lady Gaga and I have a lot in common because we're both strong women who do our own thing and we're both very kind. So please, choose me to be on your show. You won't be disappointed," she finishes, blowing a kiss at the camera.
Yeah… Kind… Let's agree to disagree!
How about this kind person then?
The camera turns on and shows a strawberry blonde-haired beauty. Her big, light sky blue eyes shine with excitement. "Candice, is it on?" she asks.
"Is the red light beeping?" the voice behind the camera asks.
The girl looks uncertain. "I don't hear a beeping noise."
"I don't mean the noise!" Candice exclaims. "I mean.. uh.. huh…" The girl ponders long and hard. "Let's see… flashing! That's it!
The strawberry blonde giggles. "Lethologica!"
"What?" Candice asks.
The girl on camera smiles. "It means forgetting a certain word. Just because I'm not on the honor roll doesn't mean I can't know big words!" she exclaims, pouting.
"Skylar, just do the dang audition tape!" Candice pushes.
Skylar's pout deepens. "Don't yell at me!"
"Fine, I'm sorry," Candice apologizes. "Now do the tape before your daddy walks in!"
"Fine. Hi, my name is Skylar!" the girl introduces. "I'd really appreciate if ya'll accept me on Total Drama Resort. I can sing and play the guitar!"
"Sky, Candice! Dinner time!" a male voice calls out.
"It's your dad! Time to go!" Candice calls out, quickly turning the camera off.
But we don't get to see how sweet she is in this.
But everybody that watches knows!
Whatever. What about this nice girl?
The camera turns on to show a blonde standing in her pink bedroom. She smiles at the camera. She giggles. "Hi! I'm Victoria! I like ponies!
She walks over to a dresser and points to some photos. "I really love the photos of me and my friends." The camera zooms in and reveals that there are no photos. The frames are merely empty. "Anyway, I really want to be on Total Drama Resort because I think I have what it takes to become the winner of the thingy!"
The door to the bedroom opens and a butler walks in with a tray. On the tray is a single cup of tea.
"Oh, look! It's my butler!" Victoria says, smiling. She bounces over to the butler and takes the cup of tea. She takes a sip and quickly spits it out. Her facial expression changes from a smile to a scowl.
"Gerald," she screams in the butler's face, "did I tell you to not add any lemon juice to my tea this time? Huh? Get out you fat little-" She stops and looks to the camera. "Oh," she groans. Her voice quickly becomes loud again. "Charles, turn off the camera!" she yells. She punches the camera and it goes to static.
Nice?
The butler screwed up her drink. I feel bad for Victoria. I want to give her a hug.
I want to give a hug to someone else! I bet almost all of our viewers do too!
A boy wearing a Mardi Gras mask is being motioned at as he sits in a chair. A smiling woman pushes the camera into his face and he quickly retaliates, pushing it away.
"Sweetie, take off the mask," the woman says.
"No," the boy says.
"Fabian, don't you want to make a good first impression on the nice people?" she continues.
"I'm only auditioning because you're making me," Fabian retorts.
"Alright… how about you read one of your poems?" the woman suggests.
He shoves the camera to the ground. He stands up and walks pass it. "I'm leaving."
"But what about-" She stops speaking when the door slams. "Alright then."
Everybody just eats up pain and suffering, don't they?
That's why you abuse everybody.
Not true.
Some people can e amazingly nice when you don't take their pills away.
The camera turns on and shows a tall and lanky teenage boy with copious amount of fluffy hair sprawled across a couch with his head on the lap of a girl. She seems occupied with petting his hair.
"Hey Gav, mind if we get started on that audition tape now? I've got a million better thing to be doing right now," the voice behind the camera impatiently mutters.
Gavin continues to chill and get his hair done. "Chill, brother, it's all good. We're all good. What would you all up and like me to do, my man?"
"Oh, I don't know. Just tell us how your day's been going so far," the voice retorts with heavy sarcasm.
Gavin doesn't notice. "Well, certainly, bro. I started off eatin' some Frosted Flakes after my daily groomin' schedule. Then I plucked some guitar strings and put a pie in the oven. After that I got bored so I all up and dialed the phone to get you and Tati-sis here to come over. Now she's doin' some things to my follicles and you're tapin' this brother on the couch. It's been pretty good so far."
Tati-sis looks up from Gavin's hair, a worried expression etched on her face. "Um, I t-think I got my fingers stuck, Gavin. In… uh… you hair, that is."
Gavin only widens his smile. He goes to say something, but the over time goes off. "Aw, yeah. My miracle pie is all up and ready to be served. Grab a seat, Kyle." He jumps up from the couch and takes Tati-sis with him, her hands really stuck in his hair.
The camera is now shaking back and forth and a sigh is heard. "Well, Kyle, you have really outdone yourself. Surrounding yourself with a crapload of idiots. Bravo! Hopefully one will be far away on some island soon," he murmurs.
"Come on Kyle-bro, your slice-o-pie is all up and waitin' for ya' to getcha mucn on!" Gavin cries out.
With another aggravated sigh, the camera is shut off.
See! NICE! PEOPLE!
I'm tired of nice. Let's watch a stupid person now.
A Latina girl is sitting down as people walk around behind her. She moves her head closer to the computer and her glasses bump against the camera.
"Has this computer always had an eye on it?" she asks, looking back a desk.
The old woman nods. "All computers in our library have been updated to include a webcam."
The girl nods and glances back at the camera. "The link said apply… But it's not doing anything to my skin. It likes just like that television commercial I saw. Is there another meaning for apply?"
A girl from the computer next to her glances over at her screen. "Oh! You're doing an audition tape, Whitney! I hope you get into Total Drama."
Whitney's eyes widen. "What are you talking about?" she asks, alarm clear in her voice.
"But you have to send it in! Just press this button here and-"
"No!" Whitney screeches! "I thought this was a-"
Hahaha. Such an idiot.
That's not really nice…
Who cares? Not me! Let's smarten things up a bit.
The camera turns on and has a girl with wavy black hair sitting on a bed. She is surrounded by much food.
"Salutations, and welcome to my humble abode. I am an excellent candidate for your show as I am very interesting, if little is revealed about me."
"Wouldn't that make you more interesting?" the cameraman asks.
She ponders. "I suppose, but I am an interesting person in general."
"Not really," the man retorts.
"You are not helping with this!" Harlem says.
"Whatever," the guy says before the camera turns off.
And then there is bookworm smartness.
Camera turns on and shows a blonde girl reading a book. She notices the camera and blushes. "Oh, um…. Sorry… Name's Samantha," she mutters. She quickly fixes her hair and glasses. "Well, I want to be on TDR because I think it would be a good experience and it would be fun. Right? Um… Thanks, bye!"
That was… kind of awkward…
But she's bookworm smart! So I don't care!
Let's see how a gentleman works. You liked this audition!
The camera turns on and there is a man with poofy black hair sitting on a stool. A woman stands beside him with a piercing gun in her grasp. "He'! Ah am Augustus Vinter and ah am a'ditionin' for your show by 'getting' anoth'r piercin'!" the man explains.
The woman moves in front of the camera for a second. When she moves away, August turns towards the camera and sticks out his tongue, showing off his new piercing. "Ah hope ya pick me!"
But I like pain. Everybody knows this. You didn't even like this tape!
Piercings gross me out! There's heat and blood and holes!
Uh huh. You're just a wimp.
Nuh uh! I just… Ooh! This was one of my favorite audition tapes!
There is a man with light brown skin and black dreadlocks sitting at a table in what seems to be a school cafeteria. His midnight black eyes are focused on a voodoo doll as he carefully sews it.
"Camera's on dude," a voice says.
The man looks up at the camera and smiles. "Alright, John! Hey, Host Girls! I'm Jericho Rockwell, and you should pick me for your show because I'm tough, smart, and I have a secret weapon to help me win!" He holds up the doll, showing it to the camera.
"Cool!" John says. "Who's that, though?" he asks, clearly confused.
"See that guy over there?" Jericho asks, pointing to a guy that is sitting with a group of jocks.
"Yeah," John says, nodding.
"Well, he's been picking on my friend so I'm gonna teach him a lesson!" Jericho announces. He picks up a safety pin and sticks the doll's hand.
The guy screams. "My hand!" He quickly grabs it and rubs it. "Who did that?" he demands. The jocks at the table shrug their shoulders.
Jericho ponders. "Maybe I should give him a hint." He lightly cuts a J on the doll's hand.
"Damn! This hurts!" the guy yells. He glances down at his hand and sees the newly formed scar. "It's that freak, Jericho! Look at my hand!" he says, showing his hand to the jocks. His body starts to angrily shake.
Jericho glances back at the camera. "Well, I gotta go before they figure out where I am! Anyway, hope you choose me!" The jocks quickly find him and point him out to the rest. He chuckles really quick to the camera. "Wow, they're not as dumb as they look. Come on, John. We gotta get out of here!"
"Right behind you, man," John says, placing the camera on the table and standing next to Jericho.
Jericho pulls a silver marble out of his pocket. He smiles one last time at the camera. "Hope you choose me for your show!" He raises his hand and throws the marble down on the ground. "You stupid jocks will never catch me!" he yells as a cloud of smoke covers him and John.
The smoke quickly disappears and the pair are gone. The guy from earlier screams in frustration. "I'm gonna get him," he promises, running pass the table. He bumps the tabled and the camera falls over, cutting out.
Really, Rinn? You had to pick his
What?! It made me laugh. And he's nice...
You want a tape that makes you laugh? Watch this!
The camera turns on and shows a contorted girl in a tiny box. The only aspect of her that is visible is that she has dark tan skin, magenta hair, and hazel eyes. She waves at the camera before slowly climbing out.
"Hello Starshines! I am True Manson: I am seventeen years of age, an amateur contortionist as you can see, and a love matchmaker! I love other things too! Numerous things, actually, but I won't get into those." Her eyes widen and she covers her mouth. "Oops, I am rambling, aren't I? Anywho, I want to be on Total Drama Resort because of all the fun new people that I'll be sure to meet!"
She finally emerges from the box, but quickly crouches back down into it. She grins at the camera. "Plus, imagine all the future couples I can see up! It will be lovely! Ooh," she exclaims, her eyes lighting up, "I hope there's someone for me too. Maybe… But all in all, I just want to meet people and get out of the house. There's been this ongoing feud between me and the toaster. Last night, I found all this burnt toast in my bed. Sort of like the scene from that one mob movie with the horse's head, but with toast!"
Suddenly, out of nowhere, two pieces of toast shoot out and hit True in the head. "Ow!" she exclaims, rubbing at her head. "See: he's doing it again, the foul satanic bread toaster of hell! But this time I shall wreak my revenge!"
She storms off camera with a hammer in her grasp. Several loud thuds are heard. Toast is fried and something hits the camera, causing it to turn to static.
See! The toast has been after her for so long.
If we didn't see it here or in that one episode, I still wouldn't believe it. How did you find the Toast Overlord, anyway?
He and I are friends on Bookme! We belong to the same evil group. We started bonding because some purple-haired guy was telling us that we would eventually become his minion.
Let's just show the next tape, okay?
The camera turns on and shows a boy in ridiculous Hipster-esque clothing. He is sitting on a giant blue-covered bed. "Yeah, hi. My name is Kole Keller and I'm only entering this stupid show for a very personal reason."
A loud bang comes from off camera, presumably from his door is. "Kole, get out here now!" a woman's voice yells.
Kole sighs. "Listen, Rinn, May, if you let me on this show I will pay you as much as you want, okay?" It's almost as if he's waiting for an answer. He nods. "Good. Now I have to tend to my mother." Kole stands up and walks over to the camera and turns it off.
He never gave us any money!
He said my name first!
"The camera turns on and reveals a chubby girl sitting between two other girls. The chubby girl waves and starts to speak. "Hello! I am Banafrit! I am auditioning for Total Drama because I've seen the show before; it is very dysfunctional. Which, in my opinion, is bad!"
The girl to Banafrit's right looks over to the other and glares. Banafrit raises her arm and shushes the girl. "These two have been fighting all day, so I came and got them to stop. Now this park is nothing but peaceful!"
Banafrit smiles again and gets up from between the two to turn off the camera.
Of course it's dysfunctional! It's Total Drama! This is not Sunshine and Daisy Daycare center!
I like that she tries to keep things under control.
And I like it when you shut up! Roll the next tape!
The camera turns on and shows a short and skinny boy standing in front of a white wall. "Hey, I'm Destery. Or possibly better known as Captain Des Des! I think I would be perfect for Total Drama Resort since I'm funny, I'm great at making friends, and I got skills! If you pick me, I know you won't regret it!"
He pauses and his icy blue eyes glance down at the ground. "If you don't pick me, oh well. That's fine too. If I don't get picked, at least I know I will be watching the best show in the world!"
He looks back up at the camera and grins. "Well, I guess that's it! See you on the flip-side." He waves to the camera and smiles as it quickly fades to black.
He's such a sweetie!
I do regret picking him.
And this is why nobody likes you.
Nobody likes me? Let me show you somebody who does.
A camera turns on nobody is there. Instead, there is a street in a suburb and a large ramp slightly down the street.
"Hey Total Drama! My name is Oliver Price, your new favorite contestant!" he cries. The camera moves and looks down, showing a bicycle's handle bars. The camera looks back up and quickly begins moving towards the ramp. "Pick me and ratings will soar! I'm not afraid to do anything. Any challenge you throw at me, I'll do!"
He goes flying off the ramp, but quickly loses control of the bike and soars off the bike and through the air. He crashes into the ground and groans. "I'm okay!" he weakly calls. The camera quickly begins to static.
There is no proof that he likes you.
I'm the main host. I hear and see all!
Or you make your bodyguard do everything. She enforces all the rules!
The camera turns on and shows a very tall and very skinny woman. She performs perfect cartwheels across the camera's line of view. After the third one she stops and flips onto the tip-toes of her feet, her legs becoming perfectly crossed. "Hello, pleasure to make acquaintance new host girrrls of Total Drrrama."
She pauses and leaves her stance. "I Minya Orlov. I think I vould be right for Total Drrrama Resort because I vill follow every rule you show me. I vill not do anything to sabotage anyone. It is simply not in rules, correct?"
She slightly smiles and beds backwards until she is on her hands and knees. She then slowly flips herself over, one leg straight and the other bent. As she gets up again she quickly says, "I vould, however, make the other follow rules. Unless they vish to face my vrath."
What can I say, dear sister of mine? The girl is a beast and I shall utilize her.
Anyways, this is all the time that we've got! It's time to move on and break the fourth wall. Here is the creator of Total Drama Resort: Kaida!
But remember: I'm still better than her.
Hey, everyone. First off, don't be mad by this not being an actual chapter. I love you all very much. Especially you! I'm just in a tight writers block for this and this chapter had to eventually come.
If you've never written a SYOC fic, then you should try.
But if you have, you understand how hard it is to choose which characters to accept into your story. Yes, there were some characters that did not get into Total Drama. To this day, I still feel bad about it. But as an author, I had to make the decision of choosing characters to work with.
With SYOC stories, you don't know anything about the characters that you receive. It's not like TDI, TDROTI, or TDPI where you can continuously watch the shows to figure the characters off. We depend heavily on a strong personality, history, audition tape, and other traits and qualities.
BUT ANYWAYS.
I am always carrying around and purple and gold flash drive that somebody gave to me. It was originally from Albinion College… But I've never gone there and I sorta scratched off the name so nobody knows. Whenever I have an idea and I'm by a computer, I plug the flash drive in and write away.
Of course I have all the chapters saved on the flash drive. But I have three documents that I always open up whenever I write. They're called Male and Female, Participant Information Male, and Participant Information Girls. The Participant Information has all of the details and information that you, the reader, have sent into me. Here I can easily check the likes and dislikes of a person and have them interact with a person a certain way.
Male and Female, as poorly named as that is, is an Excel document. Here I have the character sorted by gender, a column for boy and for girls. As well as the separation of team. Whenever a character is eliminated, I fill their name in the gender column with black and the team column with red so I know not to use that character anymore.
Every time I write the pre-challenge stuff, I highlight the characters name with yellow so I know I used them. Doing this ensures that every character gets at least a little bit of screen time. If it's a challenge where the characters are scattered, I also do this (Survival of the Idiots, for example). I did not use this method for Board-Game Walk of Shame.
Recent challenges have led me to making more lists. I had to make a list of who was partnered with whom for What Matters the Most and where to find them. I had to sort out everybody's talents so I could have them be different (because a lot of people can sing). I also have a list of all the fears and who would help to execute that fear, and who would of course fail it.
This document also gives me some other important things. On the second sheet are the pairings. This list has drastically changed since the beginning of the story when all of the characters were submitted. For example, Whitney and Kole were not going to be together. I know, tragic heartbreak right there.
The third sheet is as important as the first one. It's the list of all the challenges and who will be eliminated. And I'll let out a little secret: The winner has already been determined. I just don't have the last three challenges planned out, BUT I HAVE THE WINNER!
But anyway… this is the writing studio of Kaida. She may not be the most frequent updater or the most organized in life, but when it comes to this story she tries to care a lot. This is gonna sound cheesy, but you all mean something to me and it makes me sad that this isn't an official chapter.
"And nobody really cares, Kaida! We're fixing the fourth wall so you can go and disappear," May retorts. "I just wish I could have locked Rinn in there."
"I'm right here, you know," Rinn comments.
"Of course! But I don't care!" May says. "Now, before we go, I have received word from our producer that there is some unedited footage from the next episode that she can show us. The episode is called Capture the Truth! Roll the footage, Rinn!"
"At least I don't have to worry about getting hit with any paint during this challenge," Banafrit murmurs. "I would really hate for-" She stops speaking when she hears a nearby branch break. She whips her head around and looks for the source.
A person comes into view and quickly runs towards her. She shrilly screams and collapses to the ground. The person tumbles over her and falls face first onto the ground. Banafrit pokes her head up from underneath her arms and nervously glances towards the person. She goes to push herself off the ground, but stops when a once white and slightly buried piece of paper catches her attention. She carefully takes the paper out of the dirt and stands up.
She turns to run away from the person but looks back over her shoulder. "That's right, Fruity! Be the offensive!"
Banafrit jogs over to the person and rips a sheet off of his belt. She triumphantly stuffs it into her belt. She runs away before the person can wake up again.
"And the Dancing Serpents lost a player!" May's voice announces over the intercom system.
Banafrit exasperatedly sighs and glances at the paper. She unfolds it and her eyes widen after she reads it. "This isn't just a statement, this is somebody's-"
"And Banafrit finds the first hidden slip of paper and finds the painstakingly terrible truth behind this game," May says. "Everybody has a secret. And you know what? Secrets should be announced to the world! After you find a secret, you need to find a hidden microphone and read the secrets out loud. And lucky for Banafrit, there is one on the tree to her left!"
Banafrit glances towards the tree and sees a microphone obviously taped to the tree. She glances back down at the note. Her hands tremble the more she looks at the note. Her breathing becomes erratic as she begins to panic. "What do I do?" she asks herself.
And remember: if you want to own me, the bidding starts with one cookie. No raisin cookies. Try to feed me one and I will murder you in your sleep!
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