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This is by far the most popular of my blogs, and although this one is kinda on hiatus, I’m glad you all appreciate it!

Stay tuned for an upcoming “Lyin’ Queen” chapter or two or three! Getting back into the flow to write a character like Staci is kinda difficult, but this part really should be easy. I wrote eight chapters in the old version of the story, and this is a rewrite, which gives me a point to jump off. Then, I have at least fifty pages already written, though most of them are Mike’s chapters (some of which I shared with y’all some time back).

Anyway, author babble. Most of you guys don’t talk much, but thanks for sticking with me anyway when I haven’t been so active for the last six months!

By the way, while I have you all here, I wanted to remind you guys about “Blondie”. It’s the least-read Total Drama piece I have, and the only one that I’ve been kinda blanked on in terms of comments no matter where I post it. I think a lot of people skipped it because they don’t like Lindsay, which means they missed the entire second half of this story, which I have been very good about keeping my mouth shut and never revealing any spoilers for.

If you enjoyed this ‘fic (or any of my ‘fics) I’d love to hear some love. If it wasn’t your thing, tell me that too so I can know for next time. And if you haven’t gotten to “Blondie” yet, well, here’s something you can read while you wait for those LQ chapters! Don’t you dare complain ‘bout my hiatus if you haven’t read my entire ‘fic supply, ‘cuz I served my time in this fandom for three years.

Anyway, I always love to hear your support, and here’s another reminder that I’m way more active on my main blog, FountainPenguin, which requires a different login, and so if you leave me an Ask here, it would be cool if you sent me a note on FountainPenguin or my dA to make sure I see it and respond within a reasonable timeframe. Unless you... like slow replies.

It’s just... they’re such random characters to turn into friends, so it’s hilarious that they’re sitting near each other on the end of the bench with no one else around except Owen.

(Chet and Mary are also friends in my fantasy world and they’re sort of near each other too. Sort of.)

And I’m pretty sure Mary and Ellody can’t see over Ryan’s big head.

Interesting sidenote: There’s a huge space between Noah and Emma on that bench.

Wait, never mind. They’re smiling at each other in the last scene.

- Chris chasing Alejandro out of the hot tub by jumping in nude

- Mal being legitimately confused when Alejandro outsmarts him

- Cameron pouting about Gwen

- “Let’s pretend I just showed up now.” “Cool.”

- “I hope no one is allergic to fire.”

- Gwen falling down a hole and Zoey immediately jumping after her without waiting for her to get out of the way

- Every interaction between Gwen and Zoey

- “How will Scott beating me up help?”

- Alejandro talking sadly to his boot

- Mal refusing to kiss Courtney and forcing Cameron to do it instead

- Despite the rage from Scott that follows Courtney and Cameron’s kiss, Cameron still goes gaga over it in the confessional ... apparently leaving the mine mid-challenge to do it, too

- Mal’s body language when Scott rants about the kiss

- “Do you want to stop hugging now?”

- “We’re gonna need more ice cream.”

- Ezekiel specifically waiting until he got Courtney and Scott’s attention before pouncing on them

- Zoey hiding in the corner

- “I only trust Zoey and Mike! I don’t want help from anyone else!”

- Zeke bringing the entire party feast and decorations into the depths of the mine

- “Lookee lookee, I’m a big distraction!”

I mean, after Beth was eliminated, Chris told the remaining Gophers that they might want to burn some sage to rid themselves of lingering curse vibes. Leshawna’s immediate response was, “Cool. Will Chef give us some sage?” like she was saying, “Will Chef give us some Band-Aids?”

This is a universe where sharks can breathe out of water and Ella can enchant animals with her voice. Being cursed by a Tiki doll is not a totally strange concept for this world. If Chris told me that I was forever cursed to fail at everything I tried to do in my life from this point forward, I’d probably be terrified out of my socks.