#survivor island of the idols

[vonlipvig]

if i had a nickel for every person voted out with an idol in their pocket in this season i'd have 5 nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's FUCKING WEIRD it happened THIS MUCH.

and if i had a nickel for every person voted out with an idol in their pocket consecutively i'd have 4 more nickels, which is INSANE.

[charlixcxashtray]

& then i lost to ciera 5-1 i'm kms

[typewritingyip]

The Arcturus Missions

Part Thirty Eight - Rubble and Stone

Part Thirty Seven

———

Audio Recording from September the 26th, 1984:

“Hello? Are you able to hear me in the newsroom?” There was a light delay in the recording, “Yes we can hear you fine Andrea, how are things on the ground looking?” The pauses were long and painful, “Things are looking, well, their looking.” Her voice wavered, “They are looking pretty terrible here Martin.” 

The man sucked in a breath, sighing it out shakily, “How do you mean?” Now the man’s voice was stressed, an anxiety to it, “Well Martin, the entire island is being evacuated as we speak by what remains of the naval ships in the area.” A pregnant pause followed again, as Andrea started crying,”So many of the building have collapsed, first responders are trying to get to any survivors.” 

All the recording skipped for a moment, or it seemed to with the rush of noise, and then it was followed by her screaming.

End of recording:

There were dozens of recordings like this, from the first days of the war, videos as well, where Quintessons were seen for the first time. 

They became a part of regular curriculum in public education across the world, based on region and connections to certain attacks. Wanting to ensure the education equally to the children of the war, to prepare them for a future that they know is inevitable. 

Every child knew the sounds and appearance of the enemy, whether they wanted to or not.

—

The sun was bright, always bright on the sunbaked town at the end of summer turning to fall, and the desk was far too small for his growing frame. Though he knew a lot like his father, hell, his mother, he’d stop growing far too young. Not catching up to the ball players he idolized.

”Mr. Jackson, are you listening?” Looking up, Harold couldn’t help but frown, glancing at the blackboard for a moment before looking back to his teacher, “Uh, no.” To be fair, he had tried to listen, he really did. 

Sighing, she shook her head before walking over to the desk and picking up the pink booklet. Rolling his eyes, he stood and gathered his bag along with his books, making his wavy to the front, “Harold, this is an important lesson. It’s the same thing as their teaching in detention.” She passed him the slip on his way out the door.

Every footstep made the classroom shake, the portable classroom the shining new thing that was sweeping the California school system. Cheap and somewhat earthquake resistant meant that they were everywhere.

Does not require water hookups most of the time and it makes students miserable with each footstep, it was perfect to their eyes. 

It was hot, still well into the eighties if not the nineties when standing on the asphalt. The trek over to the detention room was always a bore. Nothing but asphalt and squared off rooms around the space.

The ramp up to the classroom shook while he walked, this place was just shy of a death trap, opening the door he was relieved by the light bit of air conditioning. Music was playing in the background as a few familiar faces leaned back in their chairs.

A television on a rolling cart was playing the all too familiar footage of the attack of Los Angeles, 1985. First US attack that had Mech suit assistance, “Have a seat, write a page on the effects the battle of LA had on you and your family please.” The teacher who sat over detention didn’t look up from his magazine.

Slowly sitting down, Harold sat back, kicking his feet onto the desk and closing his eyes.

It was stupid, writing the same report every year, no matter what school he was at or where in the world, it was always unbearable. Having to dredge up different perspectives and recall details he was barely alive for. Back when he was younger and his parents had to help out with it, he always saw the heartbreak in his fathers eyes. 

His heart broke for his father, who wanted to be a pilot so badly, fifty one percent, he was a stinking fifty one percent compatible. Nowhere near close enough. But that isn’t what these teachers wanted to hear about, a zero on the paper that was hung in their hall.

No, they wanted to hear about how they preserved through tragedy. Like anyone was, glancing up to the TV, he watched as the room of one of the terminals at old LAX was collapsed by a thrown kaiju. A term that had been picked up from Japan, since no one knew what these things were or where they came from.

Tilting back in his head, he closed his eyes again, all he wanted was to take the failing grade and move past this stupid day. He’d rather be home where he was needed than here.

Helping his mom with the house, pulling his weight while his dad was at work, that was what he’d rather be doing. Or better yet, just the three of them up in the mountains, acting like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. That would be perfect. 

But that wasn’t where he was needed. 

He was only ten and knew his parents needed him more than he needed to write a stupid paper.

—

They lived in a small apartment towards the city center, it wasn’t much but it certainly was home. With his parents and brothers, how could it be anything else?

He was the second oldest of the five of them and tried to shield his brothers from what happened outside these walls. However he possibly could, including keeping the radio painfully quiet or insisting that they spend more time away from the apartment or school.

His father had been in the military when he was young, though now was just a steel worker while his mother was a secretary down at the hospital. They weren’t terribly well off, but what they lacked in funds they had abundance of love. Seven of them in their small apartment, poor and happy.

Even on a September day like this one, when the menace was on everyone’s lips and no matter how he and his older brother might try to cover their ears, even the little ones spoke of it. 

Sitting around the living room, their small radio was bleating out the familiar story, the heartbreaking truth of their past, present, and future. Mykola, being the oldest, was in charge and watching them all while their parents were out. This day is not tragic enough to be deemed a national holiday by the government.

The only thing it was, was a day full of guaranteed propaganda for the USSR’s anti-alien robotic defense program through the Soviet Armed Forces.

Oleksknder wasn’t sure when he knew his brother wanted to be a pilot, but looking at him now he knew that is exactly what he’d go after when he went into mandatory service. His heart clenched painfully.

So many good people lived for those suits and died in them, he didn’t want his brother to join that list.

But as the radio squawked he could see the look in his brother's eye, the one full of determination and pride, the one he wore any time one of them achieved anything. If one of them did, it was like they all did, just he was the most proud of it. Always.

The little radio was droning on about the program, listing the current pilots, suits, and positions. To be honest, the USSR had not faced many attacks and their program was strong, stronger than others, mostly because of their focus on Tanker class suits.

Well, if his brother was going to become a pilot someday, then so was he. He couldn’t just let Mykola go out there alone, he might be a few years behind him but he’d get there soon enough. 

When the propaganda ended, the list of soviet casualties was read.

That would go on for hours.

Standing, Oleksknder brushes off his shorts, helping his brothers up and towards the door. It was better to be outside than strain to recognize the names of the dead. Mykola didn’t move at first, still staring at the radio before standing and following them out.

No words needed to be exchanged, just one look for them to share a brief smile as they’d started down the warn concrete stares. They’d be pilots alright, some of the best pilots that they could be.

Even at fourteen and sixteen, those two knew what they wanted from this life, even the shitty parts of it. 

—

Being a twin had a lot of perks, though a lot of them were only there if you were identical. 

For Simon and Sonny, the best perk was always having your best friend right there, whenever you needed them.

Especially during kaiju-alien attacks, being with your best friend during the attacks brought enough peace of mind. It was just another attack, on a random school day, like any other of the thousand attacks that had hit Florida and the hundreds that had hit Miami. 

Hiding under their desks while the room shook, it wasn’t any more terrifying than it had been in any of the previous attacks, but it was still never fun. This life, living in a place that was frequently attacked was just a way of life for a lot of people.

You don’t idolize the pilots like everyone else in the world seemed to when you saw them all the time, when their feet crushed your families car or when the building you lived in was collapsed. Of course you couldn’t locate them, but cursing their name was not entirely uncommon. 

Sonny had his hands folded over his neck, head down and almost pressed to the floor. Legs pulled up under him and tucked as much under the desk as he could possibly be, chair turned to cover his right side and the left pressed against Simon. 

Simon was sitting up under his desk, back pressed to his brother's side and chair pulled against his front. His legs were crossed and he was gripping the chair lightly. Every time the roof shook, parts of the ceiling tiles would crumble down on top of the desks and onto the floor. 

Taking slow and deep breaths, it was just the waiting game, for the attack to be over or return back out to sea at least. The ground shook again. Sonny whimpered quietly behind him and he turned to his brother, resting his hands over Sonny’s.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re okay.” Several other students shushed him but he kept talking, keeping his voice low, “It’s going to be okay Sonny, I promise, we’re together. No matter what happens, alright? It’s better for us to be together then apart and something happened.” He rubbed Sonny’s back slowly, glancing around.

The classroom was small, there wasn’t much to it and there were only a few students in today. Probably only around six of them of the twenty student class, some people were able to evacuate further inland regularly but the ones who weren’t still went to the school. 

It was the safest place for them.

Glass shattered as the school shook on it’s foundations and Simon covered Sonny the best he could, wrapping his arms around his brother and holding him close as ceiling tiles fell onto their desks, as the hall blew open. 

They were just kids, so screaming was inevitable, especially as part of their wall comes down from the impact of a suit, pilots trained to try and avoid landing on buildings but it couldn’t always be helped. 

This time, it was different, as a hand reached in and a panicked voice called out, “You kids have to evacuate, now.” Simon barely had to share a look with Sonny to remember their plan, both bailed from under their desk and ran at the suits. 

Though it was his enemy, it wasn’t the enemy so grabbing hold of the suit was their lifeline in that moment. Something screeched in the distance, Sonny was up under his arm as they were surrounded by the suits hand. 

He knew that right now he was comforting his brother, but the next time there was attack it could be his brother comforting him. Holding him close, he breathed slowly and deep as his class piled in around him. 

None of them were going to die today, but clearly, it had been close. 

Sticking to each other, the twins knew so long as they were together, anything could happen and it would be fine. They both understood this by the time they were eight. 

—

To be fair, Detroit had stayed stable for the first chunk of the war and for that he’d always be grateful. The old industrial district was back in use for the first time, properly, in decades and life there was just shy of thriving.

His mom worked in the military suit program factory, was paid well enough for the three of them and that was enough. The three of them against the world. 

September 17th was one of the few days during the year that his mother could take off easily, but there was rarely a reason to, today was an exception as Joshua was running a temperature and Rico had been throwing up for the better part of the morning. 

So they were getting to spend the morning together, but because of that, their mother wouldn’t let them neglect their education.

Sat on their futon, the small TV was turned onto the history channel, running the typical September 17th special. Going through video footage and interviews throughout the whole day. 

He was almost happy to be sick, it was easier to sit at home and watch the interviews with his family than his wise-cracking classmates. Sharing a look with Rico, Joshua sat back into the blanket, tugging it around himself before sneezing.

The TV rumbled on, “Can you explain to us what you’ve seen?” The reporter's voice was strong and not shaking like those who’d seen the attacks, Rico sighed a bit, frowning, “Do you think this is why people become pilots? By watching these videos?” 

Joshua chuckled a bit and shook his head, “No, they probably become pilots by seeing this stuff, the numbers on the suits don’t change much.” Nodding, Rico tilted his head slightly, “Oh.” 

Their mom moves over, setting up the dinner trays with a light smile, the smell of soup coming in from the kitchen. 

Even though they were sick, the boys wore matching smiles. 

“Alright, soup will be ready soon, then we can switch to HBO. Sounds like a plan?” Rico grinned and nodded, Joshua shifts a bit, “Are you going to sit with us?” She smiled and brushed a hand over his curls, “Of course.” Then she disappeared into the kitchen again.

Sighing slowly, he sat back and looked back to the TV, watching as the footage on screen showed a pilot well and truly bodying one of the freaks of nature that wanted their world. Smiling a bit, he sits forward and watches the suit's movement with wide eyes, “Wow.” His heart was racing. 

Rico shoved his shoulder, “It’s just old footage of eleven.” Joshua smiled, “Being a pilot looks so cool.” But they both got quiet when their mom came back in, holding two soup mugs. 

She settles in between them while flipping to HBO, Rico diving into his food while Joshua mixes the ice cube into his soup. 

There could be an attack happening anywhere right now, but they could keep it far from their minds at least for today. That was enough, had to be enough. 

He was glad that they could be together on the anniversary, it was never easy and being able to stay together meant everything to him. Even at eleven, he preferred to be tucked up on the futon with his mom to watch a movie than nearly anywhere else, his little brother on her other side. 

—

Hound woke up in the rubble, his head was spinning and ears were ringing, groaning as he tried to get his suit to respond. Having to adjust his connection, he winced as it snapped into place with a shock through his implants. It took another minute for him to be able to pull himself up. 

It was the first time in months where the suit felt like a suit, instead of the familiar extension of himself and in a way he was grateful for it. Desperately trying to bring his systems back online so it wouldn’t overheat or worse, he got the suit to its knees. It blue screened for another moment before finally coming back online.

His mind melding with the machine again as he cleared the worst of the issues in the system. Now was the hard part. Trying to get out of the rubble, leaving chuckles of plating and the suit behind, it was hard to balance the damned thing. 

Gasping lightly, he straightens as everything comes back into focus, getting on comms as fast as he can; rubbing at his head weakly, “Arcturus, sound off. Now.” It was a long moment, it seemed to drag on for an eternity, before there were groans on the other end of the line along with a weak voice or two.

Looking around, the area was unrecognizable and Hound swore.

”Whose alive, damnit.” He stumbled over a chunk of concrete, swearing again while part of the plating on his foot tore away.

The building had blown apart like it wasn’t made of steel and other metal, like it was a timber house hit by a tornado. Glancing around, Hound tried to clear his vision of the dust which was sticking like glue. Stumbling over another chunk of building, he almost crashes into the ground. 

Sideswipe was the first to come into view, he was holding up Sunstreaker who was missing one of his bracers as the lower half of his arm was laying in the rubble, “Well, shit.” Hound didn’t know what else to say really, scrambling over, resting a hand on Sunny’s shoulder, “Are you alright? Manage to cut your lines?”

It was obvious that he’d cut his lines, but he couldn’t keep the question down. It was standard procedure, but few pilots had ever needed to follow it.

Nodding a bit, Sunny was holding his arm to his chest, “Yeah, I’m okay. I did, I panicked when the building fell.” Nodding too, Hound sighs with relief, “I’m glad that you did.” Patting his shoulder, he sighs again and turns to Sideswipe who was almost in a worse state.

His suits had evidence of crush, then again all their suits probably did but the crack down on his visor was slightly stressful along with the separation in the front of his suit. His plating was scratched to hell and most of the red was gone too, it looked like he’d been dragged through the rubble.

”Easy on your feet, Sideswipe.” Sides nodded slightly before bending at the waist, coughing roughly, and likely getting sick. Hound for the moment was glad he couldn’t see the poor guy.

Jazz was the next to appear, his armor scratched but without any other major complications, but his voice was pained, “Prowl’s stuck.” Hound nodded and looked to the twins, “Try to find Breakdown, and,” There was a moment of pause, “The others.” They nodded before he followed Jazz through the debris field. 

Glancing up, he honestly wanted to swear, and swear loudly but the ship above would have to wait till he knew everyone was safe. A nearby speaker attempted to squeak out something that sounded vaguely like Huntington Beach, but his foot collided with it before it could squeak another name. 

He swore again when they stepped into a bit of a hole, just barely avoiding hitting Prowl. 

There was energon everywhere, one of his doorwings was pinned under a beam and one of his legs was stuck up under a collapsed wall. Jazz slid down and gently held Prowl’s face, “Hey, we’re going to get you out of here.” Prowl groaned and leaned into his touch, “I thought my days of having buildings collapse on me was over.” He tried to smile, but it was pained.

Taking a breath, Hound moves over and looks to Jazz, “Lets get his door wing free,” He nodded and the pair moved to get Prowl free.

—

Sideswipe had pinged Elita three times since the building collapsed, his head was spinning and his body ached, but he was up out of the piloting chair for an easier movement. Sunstreaker kept a hand on his back, trying to keep him upright as they stumbled through the rubble. 

The blast had done more than collapse the building, because of course it did, but right now they did not have the time to survey the damage. There was still at least five mecha still missing, maybe six. 

He swore when his foot got caught in a hole, wincing when someone under him swore louder, “This is a shit show.” But Sunny was already down, shoving him away and clearing the debris from Bluestreak, he looked up for only a second, “Help me!” And Sideswipe froze.

It was hot, because of course it was hot in Florida, but this was not what he expected to come home to. They didn’t live in a large apartment building, just a few stories, but this was still horrible. 

“Help me! Simon!” He wasn’t sure if Sonny was yelling now or in the past, but he fell to his knees and started digging. Just as he had done then while a backpack slung over his back, to now digging out the mech he hardly tolerated.  

Bluestreak groaned, pulling his arm out from under the rubble, “Damn, that hurt.” Neither pilot spoke though, just digging him out from under the rubble. This was an all too familiar hell.

It was only when he was able to sit up did Sunny say anything, throwing his arms around, “Thank god you’re okay, oh my god.” And Sideswipe knew that tone, had heard it a handful of times in his life and it made his heart ache every time, “I’m okay Sunny, are you?” Bluestreak pulled back to hold Sunny’s face, frowning, thankfully not yet noticing his missing limb, “Fine, I’m fine. Let’s get you up.” Sideswipe quickly went back to clearing the rubble from Blue’s legs, not looking at Sunny, just getting the work done.

He didn’t realize how heavy he was breathing, till a hand landed on his shoulder, “Sideswipe, it’s okay.” He glanced up, staring at Bluestreak and then his hand for only a second before going back to shifting the rubble. Sunstreaker fell back in next to him, shifting the larger pieces the best he could, “You’re missing an arm?!” Sideswipe tried not to smile, glancing at his brother, “No. It’s just over there.” 

If the situation wasn’t so horrible, he’d probably laugh. He pinged Elita again.

—

Hound slid back down the side of the rubble, the familiar sound of seekers above almost brought his eyes up but that wasn’t the priority yet. He glances back at Jazz, who was helping Prowl along, one of his door wings was hanging at an awkward angle that honestly looked incredibly painful. 

Glancing around, the only ones in view now were all the pilots but Breakdown, then Prowl and Bluestreak. The Prime, Protector, Mirage, and Knockout were still missing along with Breakdown. Swearing again, Hound finally comes to a somewhat level area, “Arcturus, round up. We have five people missing in the rubble, fan out to find them, now.” He looked around at them all.

His heart sank a bit. Sunstreaker had one hand which was currently being held by Bluestreak, who looked worse for wear himself with crushed and scratched plating, along with an optic dark. Sideswipe was standing in the typical shell shock position of a pilot, the suit stiff with his head angled down, his red plating reduced to the familiar military style metal. Turning a bit, Jazz’s skuffed plating came into view and the slightly energon soaked Prowl with his damaged door wing. And honestly, Hound didn’t want to know what he looked like. 

Taking a slow and shaky breath, he tries to compose himself, “We have to find the Prime and Lord High Protector, whoever else we find we let them know the standing situation. We’ll deal with the Quints once we know they are safe, Iacon has safety guards in place for this reason. They’ll stay up there so long as we’re scrambling down here.” He shifts his feet a bit, “Remember the Battle of Savannah, alright?” Sunny shifted a bit.

“Almost ten thousand people died that day, Hound.” Sighing and nodding, Hound looks around, “Today isn’t exactly going to be a clean slate either.” Turning away, he steps back towards an area with splattered energon, “We don’t stop looking till we have the Prime’s order.” 

Slowly they all fanned out across the destruction. 

Hound was glad to be the first to find people, but not enthused by the sight. He fumbled slightly sending out the ping for an alert as he slipped down the crumbling surface.

Knockout was crying, sobbing honestly and hadn’t been blown away from Breakdown like the rest of them had from each other. Then again, Breakdown’s suit was one of the heaviest available for a tanker. No, he had his arms wrapped around Breakdown’s middle, arms over his cockpit. 

The rest of him was in a bad state. His head was barely hanging on, with the visor dark and it likely had disconnected the majority of his cameras. 

To the Cybertronians, he’d probably look dead with how much of his paint had come away. Except for the fact that he was desperately trying to shrug Knockout off of him, “I am fine, let me up.” Hound smiled a bit, trying to get over to them without falling again or losing any more of his own plating, “You’re hurt! You’re worse than hurt! Your kind is cruel to make you think that you can keep going in this state.” Breakdown groaned and finally stood, stumbling as the head of his suit pulled on its few remaining connections.

Hurrying forward Hound grabbed Breakdown’s shoulders, “Steady, hold still.” He made quick work of getting the head back up at least, doing the most rudemarty repair of bending metal to hold it in place. Knockout made strangled noises of pain, probably. Hound holds the sides of Breakdown’s head for a moment, “Bring your lower cameras online if you haven’t, we’ve gotta find a few more people.” Breakdown’s hands covered his for a moment, fingers twitching as he likely went through his settings, “Damned thing.” He couldn’t help but crack a smile, patting Breakdown’s head very lightly.

What he didn’t expect next was Knockout pulling him away, knife pressed firmly to the cabling at his neck, “Your butcher surgery is pathetic,” his own reaction surprised him, hand coming up and grabbing then breaking the knife. 

Gritting his teeth, his visor darkened to the glare they’d taken to, hand grabbing the front of Knockout’s plating, “You threaten me again and I’ll send you to the after-Spark the most painful way I can.” His voice was deep in the threat, the hold denting Knockout’s plating. Keeping him there, Hound took a slow breath, watching as his suit started to recognize the medic as a threat; “This is in fact your only warning Doctor.” Looking back over to Breakdown, he let go and turned away. 

“We’re still looking for Megatron, Prime, and Mirage. The Lord Protector and Prime are priority,” he got a ping from Sunstreaker and swears, “Alright, try to clear this area, you steady?” Breakdown looks over and gives a thumbs up, adapting to avoid nodding his head already.

Sighing deeply, Hound hurried off.

—

The entire place was in shambles at best and Sunstreaker was trying not to panic, panicking would get him nowhere other than The Crash. He wouldn’t have thought so if the edges of his vision weren’t red.

Now he was kneeling on the ground with Sideswipe, pulling up rebar from the rubble, trying to get to whatever was tapping the surface from in the pile. Both were working with a practiced ease, even if this was a more typical rescue class job, “Who do you think would be tapping?” He glances as Sides but pauses.

Sideswipe was staring very intently at the ground, digging and pulling away the remains of the bar. 

Carefully, Sunny reaches over and rests his hand on his shoulder, “Hey, we’re all alive. The cybertronians are a bit harder to kill.” Nodding slowly, Sideswipe finally looks at him, “You screamed the same way you did for dad.” He stared for a long moment before looking to Bluestreak, who was with Prowl as they dug in a different spot, “Yeah, I guess I did.” He shuddered a bit.

After another moment, Hound nearly fell into their hole they were digging, his equilibrium thrown off just a bit from the whole building landing on them all. It would be a miracle if any of them walked away without a concussion, “What are you hearing?” Then returned the tapping sound, Hound only had to listen for a second before moving to help.

They all were pulling up chunks of metal, broken off and sheared off pieces that would cut the lines of their friends, large sections that would take more than one of them to bring out.

None of them even knew who was stuck, but it was at least one of three. That had to be answer enough. 

———

A/N

So this was not where I planned to end the chapter. However the chapter is about twenty words shy of 5k. So… Yeah, more to come on Tuesday!

Also, the beginning is what they are all seeing while unconscious. :)

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And once again thank you to @Keferon for this amazing AU

[nzchance]

Tommy would be a much better Survivor contestant than he thinks he would be. (Years of "keeping his head down" training under his father and Gerrard finally paying off somehow, whoopee.)

Buck would be a much worse Survivor contestant than he thinks he would be. (This man basically has "BLINDSIDE ME" tattooed to his forehead. Immunity idols are his only hope.)

In the AU where they met each other on Survivor they basically ruin each other's chances. (But they find love which both will say is better than a million dollars.)

I'm thinking the old 118 were in a tribe together: Gerrard, Sal, Eli, Tommy, Chim, Hen, etcetera. There are some eliminations then the need for shuffling after early votes means Tommy volunteers to move to the 217 tribe right after Bobby comes in and after Gerrard was voted off after Hen and Chim rally the tribe. Then Buck joins the 118 tribe, then Eddie joins.

Chim has kept an alliance with Tommy going leading to Tommy coming through for the 118 gang and offering an assist when they needed it a time or two.

Once they make it to the merge, Tommy and Eddie hit it off. Buck busts his BFF's ankle for taking up Tommy's attention even though Eddie was his swiftest and steadiest alliance up to that point. We know the drill. The audience loves and finds hilarious the whole Tommy inducing Buck's bisexual awakening on a tropical island development, but couples never last on Survivor! So Tommy gets voted off first chance that comes up because everyone else knows Buck will melt down without him and be easy to pick off after.

(Can't decide which of Chim or Hen would win, but they make it all the way to the final together as each other's iron-clad alliance. Bobby is one of the last divisive tribal councils because he loses immunity just when he needs it most, before the final.)

[daddywright]

I had so much fun with the AA Lost in the Wild poll I decided to make another one, inspired by the notes on it:

For context: Survivor is a very long running American competitive game show famous for putting its contestants on remote islands where they compete in stupid challenges, try to find hidden immunity idols, and gaslight gatekeep girlboss the competition through petty, paper-thin alliances for a big cash prize.

[iliiuan]

wot characters on Survivor (not playing with each other)

Rand al'Thor: Starts out naive, latches onto an alliance pre-merge, gets continuously targeted post-merge but maintains his alliance well, wins all types of challenges, becomes Sole Survivor.

Mat Cauthon: Coasts on charm and luck, finds all of the idols, plays one for an ally pre-merge, saves himself with his Shot in the Dark, wins archery and gambling challenges, makes it to final tribal council, loses the popular vote.

Perrin Aybara: Makes solid alliances, performs well in physical and puzzle challenges, gets voted off at the merge because he's perceived as a threat.

Egwene al'Vere: Becomes best friends with everyone on the island, votes them off without remorse, always knows every political undercurrent, wins every distress position challenge, becomes Sole Survivor.

Nynaeve al'Meara: Becomes instant enemies with everyone (even though she's right in her arguments), keeps her tribe safe through two or three challenges, gets voted off the first chance her tribe has.

Elayne Trakand: Gets by on charm and skill, manages multiple overlapping alliances, does well at puzzle and balance challenges, coordinates multiple blindsides, becomes Sole Survivor.

Gawyn Trakand: Starts off strong, is liked by his tribe, helps win challenges, doesn't understand who's voting for who, ends up consistently on the wrong side of the vote, becomes someone's goat post-merge, makes it to final tribal council, gets a couple of votes, loses because he's the goat.

Galad Damodred: Thinks the game is about outdoor survival, and votes always for the weakest member, everyone hates him, gets voted off at his second tribal council.

[mlgmi316]

yesterday i held the second annual(?) milkshake survivor simulation season 2 and it went about just as wacky as season 1

Some Highlights of What Transpired:

Since Day 1, Terry, Floyd, and Cammy became unbreakable allies, and it was this friendship that made them make the final 3.

Leatherface quit in Episode 2.

Vega and Robbie became close friends. When Robbie was voted out, Vega had a meltdown the next day.

Haddie Kaur didn't get very far on account of Nemesis and his immunity idol play, but she kicked so much ass on Brie/Redemption Island on the little time she had there, that she won fan favorite.

There was an arc where Burning Spice Cookie was season villain, and Terry was season hero/his rival. Burning Spice Cookie found both an immunity idol, and he kept winning challenges. He tried to use his immunity idol on Vega in an attempt to get rid of Terry or his allies, but it ended up backfiring and Mystic Flour Cookie got the boot. By the time Terry got challenge immunity again, and Burning Spice was out of immunity, he was toast.

Nemesis also was kinda secondary season villain by also trying to scheme Terry & Friends out and also his cruel elimination of Haddie Kaur.

Double was also a schemer (as she usually is). She started out as the 4th member of Terry and Friends, even showing good will by sharing ice cream with Terry, but she was plotting something greater through tormenting Floyd and trying to vote them out behind their backs.

Terry ended up winning. In season 1, the winner was Pomegranate Cookie

[twice-inamillion]

Had a dream where a plane full of idols crashes into a deserted island. They struggle to survive, only to find a previous survivor.

[dust-jacket-analysis]

A List of things I want for Season Fifty

Thirty-Nine days back

No more ways for players too lose their votes (Including the beware advantages and steal a votes)

Two tribes of twenty (realistically I know it won't happen, but it would allow you to pick players from all non returnee seasons and it'd be funny)

A final two (final three can burn)

A tradition FTC jury structure

The auction but no bullshit

Family letters at the auction

The family visit (where has she been? bring her home)

No more pre-merge purgatory (I want it too perish)

The Beg, Barter, steal start from Survivor Pearl Islands

Having only one Super Idol (the idol that can be played after the votes) in the post merge. As in, it's the only one of it's kind and can only be used once.

Reward Challenges being separate from Immunity challenges (all the time).

Giving the contestants the option to sit out of or quit individual immunity challenges for food (its great for information gathering and stirs the pot in a way that isn't to much of production influence)

Rewards that let one tribe sit in on the other tribes tribal council pre merge

Anyone who makes merge makes the jury (none of that, the first person voted out post merge isn't on the jury bs)

Organic emotional moments

Safety Without power advantage that has to be played before tribal council discussion (the added weight of not being able to here any tc talk and losing valuable information nerfs the advantage more)

No shot in the dark (that goes with not stealing players votes, but it deserves it's own bullet)

Somewhere that's not just Fiji. It doesn't even have to look different from Fiji. it can another random beach somewhere, just please... I beg... not Fiji

That's all I've got for now. This list was just my "production/Game Mechanics" wants/not wants for season 50. Essentially, just get rid of all the bullshit no one likes. Especially Non Traditional idol advantages, with some exceptions I've listed. Most advantages are so over played and there's just too many.

It's a way to make up for any potential lazy and non interesting casting on productions part. And allows Jeff and Production to say things like, "We don't want to cast any villains. We want this season to be joyful" :/

They can get away with it and excuse it more, because they rely on advantages to make their seasons interesting (they don't, most people just eye roll). The reason there's been a better attitude about the past three seasons, that had the same dumb and tiring advantages as the other previous seasons, is because the casting was good.

We have a very Gabon-Esque cast in season 46, iconic players in season 45, and a cast with good chemistry and big personalities in season 47. These past three seasons have been, in my opinion, some of the best in the budget era solely because of the casting. And Jeff should be noting this.

[kpop-stories-21]

Stains of Crimson | Part 1

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Jongho x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Dark Fae AU, Fantasy AU, Angst, Smut, Dark Content

Content & Trigger Warnings: Daoine Sidhe!Jongho, Pirate Captain!Reader, dark content, graphic descriptions of fighting, graphic descriptions of death, graphic descriptions of gore, blood, injuries, brief & graphic mention of torture

Summary: On the eve of a semi-successful catch, your crew mutinies, leaving you tied up on some unknown island inside a circle of mushrooms

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“Ship ahoy!” Came the cry from the crow’s nest. Spyglass raised, you turned your gaze to the sea and there, just off the starboard bow, was your prize: a merchant’s ship called the Santa Avaña, which was reportedly filled to near bursting with all manner of priceless jewels and artefacts. This haul should allow you and your crew to take a lavish holiday somewhere more friendly to pirates.

“Orders, Captain?” First Mate Jeonghan asked, coming up beside you. Pocketing your spyglass, you turned to him with fire in your grey eyes.

“We’ll use that approaching fog bank to our advantage, come up near her stern and take her from behind. With luck, they’ll never even see us coming.”

“Aye, sounds like a good plan to me.” Jeonghan nodded and left to pass on the plan of attack.

A chill wind whipped the icy fog through the air, threatening to rip your hat from its perch. You stood ready at the bow of your own ship, the Poison, one hand on your cutlass and the other on your pistol. Just a bit closer…closer…now!

“Attack!” You cried out, grabbing hold of a rope and swinging aboard the other ship. Whipping your cutlass out, you immediately began to hack your way through soldier and servant alike. The pirate scourge Scarla had never left a soul alive before, and you certainly weren’t going to start now.

Blood painted the deck in a crimson display, the battle nearly over before it had really begun. Many a new conscript had complained of ears ringing from all the screams, but you had long since grown used to it. In fact, some small part of you even enjoyed those sounds of the abject terror that preluded death.

Before long silence reigned once more on the deck of the Santa Avaña, peaceful in her dying moments. None but the ship’s captain still drew breath, and he was only saved in order to unlock the cargo hold.

“You filthy fucking pirates!” He screamed, half-mad with fury and fright. “Just wait until the navy hears about this. They’ll catch you one day, and then you’ll hang for your crimes!!”

You laughed mirthlessly, fingers gripping his hair tightly as you hauled him off his knees up to eye level. “But who will tell the Navy if there are no survivors?”

The captain wheezed out a laugh, spittle mixing with the blood pooling in his mouth. “I feared such an attack, and left my son instructions to alert the Navy if I failed to arrive at my destination.”

You grinned wickedly, knowing what you were about to say would likely break this pathetic man. “Your son wouldn’t happen to have the name William, would he?”

The captain’s body sagged, some of the life leaving his eyes. “You- What did you do to him, you monster?!”

You giggled lightly, the growing flames that surrounded you making you look like the madwoman you were. “Oh, nothing too bad; just cut off a few fingers, maybe a limb or two. Whatever it took for him to send a letter to the Navy informing them that your trip would be delayed a few days. Then we left him there. He’s probably bled out by now, you know.”

An almost animalistic cry ripped from the captain’s blood-speckled lips, the willpower draining from his eyes as he slumped back onto his knees. Weakly digging through his pockets, he produced the key to the ship’s cargo hold, tossing it at your feet with a half-hearted attempt at disgust.

“Just take it and kill me. I have nothing left to fight for anymore.”

You leaned down, picking up the key and pocketing it with a chuckle. “I find that quite agreeable, don’t you boys?” The cheers of your crew filled the once silent air.

“Vernon and Seungcheol, with me. The rest of you, take care of this pitiful excuse for a human and prepare to finish burning the ship.”

The two crewmates you named split from the group and fell in behind you as you made your way into the lower decks of the ship. You found the cargo hold almost immediately, and unlocked it with the captain’s key. To your dismay, however, the hold was only half full and many of the items didn’t even look to be worth two dirt-covered gold pieces.

“Lying bastards!” You hissed, features dark with fury. Red-hot colour stained your vision and you swung your cutlass wildly, taking out your anger out on the ship itself. After several tense moments, you finally came back to yourself and looked at the two concerned men apologetically. They said nothing, merely nodding in acknowledgement, then Seungcheol went and fetched a few of the crew to help carry everything back to the ship.

As things were being transferred, you got the odd sense that some of the crew were harbouring feelings of anger or suspicion towards you, but you chalked it up to lingering nerves from your momentary breakdown and left it at that. Once back onboard the Poison, the archers among your crew lit flaming arrows and set the remains of the Santa Avaña ablaze.

You watched the hunk of burning wood sink into the unforgiving waves, then turned back to your own ship. Many of the crewmembers were huddled together, whispering amongst themselves. Something about it put you on edge, so you made a mental note to ask Seungcheol about it later. For now, it was time for everyone to rest and recover from the battle(if it could even be called that).

You were awakened in the dark of night by a hand clapped over your mouth. Instinctively you reached for your cutlass, only to find that your arms were restrained behind you. You cast your gaze around the room, trying to identify your attacker, and were shocked to find that it was none other than Seungcheol who was holding you down. He at least had the decency to look somewhat apologetic when you made eye contact.

“Sorry Captain.” He murmured as he wrapped a cloth over your lips. “Me and some of the others have been feeling like you’re holding out on us, keeping some of the booty for yourself. This seemed the only way to change things.”

So that’s what all this is about. You mused to yourself. A mutiny. Rage rose up within you and you sat, seething, while Seungcheol bound you tightly.

“A few of the boys were against the mutiny; namely Joshua, Vernon, Seungkwan, and Seokmin; but they were outnumbered by the rest of us. The place we’re sailing to has reportedly had a lot of fairy circles show up lately, so when we land we’ll leave you in a fairy circle and let the Fae deal with you.”

You rolled your eyes. Your parents had believed in such fairytales as well, hammering basic rules for encountering “the Fae” into you so often you could probably still recite them in your sleep. Fairytales were just crutches for weak-minded people, and you were disappointed in your crew for stooping to such levels when you’d thought of them as such strong-willed individuals.

It took almost four full days to reach the place Seungcheol had spoken of, time during which you were kept bound and gagged in your cabin. None of the crewmates who were sympathetic to you were allowed to see you and your meals were sparse enough that by the time the faint call of “Land ho!” reached your ears, hunger pains were beginning to set in. You had to admit, you’d taught them well how to be harsh and ruthless to their prisoners.

It was not Seungcheol who came to fetch you when the Poison docked, but Minghao and Mingyu. Mingyu untied your feet, and the two of them half-dragged you across the main deck until the feeling returned to your legs and you could walk on your own.

Seungcheol was waiting at the bottom of the gangplank, and soon the four of you began the trek into the woods to find a “fairy circle”. Half-an-hour or so passed until Seungcheol stopped, eyes on the ground in front of him. He stepped aside, and you finally saw what he’d been looking for: a large group of mushrooms growing in a perfect circle. You had to admit, it was rather unusual how perfectly the ring had grown. Mingyu re-tied your feet and they laid you on your side in the midst of the circle.

“So long Captain.” Minghao spoke for the first time.

“A shame things had to end this way.” Mingyu added, not looking very sorry about it.

The three men turned and walked away without looking back.

You lay on the damp earth for gods knew how long, alternating between bouts of sleep and wakefulness. As the sun was colouring the sky on its way down, you heard the telltale sounds of many feet headed your way. Immediately alert, your eyes darted from place to place, ever watchful as you worked to catch a glimpse of who - or what - was approaching.

Several figures came out of the growing shadows, walking straight towards you. As they got closer you could make out odd features on some of them, such as pointed ears, strangely coloured eyes, or even wings. Much as you hated to admit it, it seemed the Fae really did exist after all.

“Look, Astario, this little fly has already been tied up!” The Fae at the front of the group declared with a derisive chuckle.

The one named Astario grinned smugly. “Indeed! It seems a spider did not want this one. Perhaps we can find a use for her, Ronwyl.”

Ronwyl nodded. “The Doctor will be most pleased.”

Leaning over, Astario yanked you roughly to your feet, untied the rope around your ankles, and tied your wrists to the saddle of a horse that you presumed was his. “Do try to keep up, little fly.”

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[fishsouper]

this is cody, my lord of the flies oc!! i literally have no idea if this idea is original at all as the only lotf oc i know is @peachtaglia’s oc tommy :’)

STORY (cw/tw for suicide):

when the whole jalph rivalry started, cody never cared about sides. he was too preoccupied with the panic and depression of being stranded. so he stayed with jack, and was a skilled hunter.

instead of hunting for pig like the rest of the boys, cody actually hunted birds! simon made little toys for some of the littluns, and cody was given a slingshot. turns out he had a pretty good aim, and would often hit seagulls or other smaller birds.

jack wasn’t interested in any meat other than pig, and cody wasn’t interested in the chaos and savagery of the group hunt, so soon cody became one of the main food providers for his fellow littluns.

cody was quite attached to simon, and was deeply disturbed after the older boy’s death, and refused to hunt afterwards. he was also right next to roger when he rolled the boulder that killed piggy, and had a close view of the gore.

experiencing piggy’s violent death was cody’s breaking point. he disappeared sometime while the hunters were searching for ralph. in the chaos, no one noticed.

cody’s body was found during the search of the island for any missing survivors. it is believed that he took his own life.

FUN LIL FACTS:

cody struggled with depression, anxiety, and other disorders before his time on the island. his bpd was part of the reason he had originally idolized and grew attached to simon

cody lived with his mother and her roommate (totally not her lesbian lover why would you ever think that)

his favorite animal is a nightingale (partially because i thought it would be funny for a bird hunter to love birds, partially because i hate myself and needed to cause further pain with a good omens reference)

his favorite character is winnie the pooh

his favorite movies are the winnie the pooh backson movie, disney’s tangled, and monsters inc. (i know the book took place way before these. just roll with it)

he likes mashed potatoes :)

he has sensory processing issues, and was often too overwhelmed by the grime and dirt on the island

for a while, cody refused to take off his choir uniform (even in the intense heat) as the familiar soft cloak brought him comfort

he is allergic to shellfish

he is rather quiet in nature

he is one of the only littluns that roger doesn’t hate, as he’s good at doing what he’s told and is good at hunting

[vonlipvig]

HOW ARE YOU GONNA PUT GUATEMALA BEFORE PEARL ISLANDS <-- most annoying person you'll ever hear

[irisinluv]

Y'all I've got it. Forget yandere purge (never forget yandere purge, its fantastic) may I present to you..... yandere Survivor. Could you imagine?! Stranded on an island with your yandere, making alliances, participating in challenges, finding immunity idols, pulling strings to get others voted off? Everything that makes survivor fantastic...... but add a yandere.

[professionalfixator]

as of today, my mom and I have officially watched every season of Survivor. in honour of that milestone, I'm revealing our messed-up watch order that we started in March 2023, and my favourite player from each season. behold, the chaos:

Borneo (1), Dr. Sean

Survivor 44 - Yam Yam

David vs. Goliath (37), Christian

Blood vs. Water (27), Candice

Cagayan (28), Woo

Philippines (25), Denise & Penner

Heroes vs. Healers vs. Hustlers (35), Ryan & Devon

Tocantins (18), Tyson & Stephen

Caramoan (26), Cochran

Worlds Apart (30), Joe & Shirin

Cambodia: Second Chance (31), Kass & Spencer

Winners at War (40), Tony & Ben

Heroes vs. Villains (20), Jerri & Sandra

All Stars (8), Rob & Amber

Survivor 45, Drew & Austin

Redemption Island (22), Rob & Stephanie

South Pacific (23), Ozzy & Cochran

Millennials vs. Gen X (33), Dave & Adam

Survivor 43, Owen & Cody

Game Changers (34), Michaela & Cirie

Cook Islands (13), Yul & Penner

Micronesia: Fans vs. Favourites (16), Eliza & Erik

The Australian Outback (2), Alicia & Rodger

Survivor 41, Ricard & Xander

One World (24), Monica & Kim

Island of the Idols (39), Tommy & Janet

San Juan Del Sur: Blood vs. Water (29), Reed & Natalie

Marquesas (4), Vecepia & Sean

Gabon (17), Sugar & Marcus

Africa (3), Ethan & Brandon

Survivor 42, Maryanne & Zach

Survivor 46, Tevin & Hunter

Guatemala (11), Rafe & Brian

Kaoh Rong (32), Aubry & Michele

Samoa (19), Natalie & John

The Amazon (6), Rob C.

Fiji (14), Earl

Edge of Extinction (38), Chris & Devens

Palau (10), Tom & Ian

Vanuatu (9), Chris & Julie

China (15), Todd & Courtney

Thailand (5), Shi-Ann & Brian

Ghost Island (36), Dominick

Panama (12), Cirie & Aras

Nicaragua (21), Fabio

Pearl Islands (7), Sandra & Rupert

What a journey!

[melishade]

I really loved the Dark Timeline and wondered, how would Paradis and the world look like decades later if the world-ending catastrophe was Shockwave's invasion instead of Eren's Rumbling. It would be cool to think of how Shockwave replaces Eldians as the "Devil on the Earth" or how Paradis's foreign relations evolve.

This is actually a really interesting ask.

So the world would obviously be damaged by Shockwave's actions. The Decepticon was experimenting on Eldians, turning them into titans, and unleashing them on unsuspecting towns in order to test their effectiveness and efficiency, leaving many towns destroyed and drastically reducing the population.

Meanwhile for many outsiders, Paradis became a safe haven to escape Shockwave's carnage. The devils that they had so greatly vilified, welcomed them into their home, granted them food and shelter, protected them from Shockwave's demented plans. Shockwave does unleash an attack on the island later using Porco as a weapon, and many civilians lives were lost in that moment before Eren willingly gives himself up.

And it is the Survey Corps, the Warriors, the Autobots, and Megatron who launch one final attack that ends the power of the titans once and for all. Many people who were transported to the island are finally able to return home, or what's left of it, and Paradis continues to offer their services in order to build alliances, which many that are left on the mainland are willing to do. When a true danger came on their doorstep, Eldians proved to be reliable allies and true friends. And with the power of the titans no longer existing, there was no longer fear. Trust started to bloom.

The remaining Survey Corps, Warriors, Arcee, Wheeljack, and Optimus are lauded as heroes. Even though Optimus and Mikasa are the ones who killed Shockwave and ended the power of the titan respectively, the credit ultimately fell on both Eren and Megatron. Their sacrifice allowed humanity to survive and for the power of the titans to finally come to an end. At least that is the tale that Armin is spinning. Optimus and Mikasa effectively do not want to be involved on the political stage, and after what they had been through, none of the survivors could blame them.

Peace treaties still have to be drawn up, and many portions of what remained of Marley became up for grabs, especially for those that had their lands stolen from Marley in the first place. The country that still manages to remain intact the most is the nation of Hizuru. The nation had learned to stand on its own after the initial fall of the Eldian Empire and were able to come up with contingency plans that resulted in the least amount of lives lost, although a lot of damage was still done to the country and they still had to rebuild.

The survivors of the final battle get to continue living their lives in peace, without any fear of retaliation that would have existed if the Rumbling was ever activated. There is still much to rebuild, but Wheeljack and Arcee are able to contact Cybertron, and the other Autobots and humans from Earth are able to provide their assistance in reconstruction.

Over time, the Autobots ultimately return to Cybertron and the humans return to Earth, leaving the AOT world to develop on its own. The world of AOT twists the actual events of the story over time, idolizing many of the people that had played a role in freeing their world from Shockwave and the reign of the titans. Years later, the world is much more technologically advanced with the assistance provided by Cybertron and Earth. The teen from the ending of Attack on Titan is walking along town square with a dog, staring up at the statue meant to depict and praise Eren and Megatron for their sacrifice. Meanwhile, off in the distance, Optimus has returned to the AOT world, traveling to see how the world he had grown to care for survived in his absence.

(There's still a lot that can go into this, but it would require a lot of thought, since we were never given the full run down of what the outside world looked like since Isayama really focused on the workings of Marley.)

[chilpilled]

ive been bingeing survivor lately because the current season is really good (q sweep) and ngl i cant stop thinking about dunmeshi survivor. laios obvious challenge beast who keeps finding idols, not even on purpose he just likes exploring the island and stumbles upon them on accident. the kind of player who’s dogshit strategically and completely on the outs (doesnt even know theres any strategy happening) but becomes a threat due to constantly winning immunities and finding idols and being endearing so people go from thinking hes easy to take out later to desperate to get rid of him. probably a very polarizing figure for viewers, i think casual fans love him for being a nice and earnest quirky character while superfans hate him for his lack of strategic prowess. i dont see him winning but he probably gets at least a few votes if he makes it to final 3 and he gets asked back for sure because jeff loves his quirky characters.

chilchuck might be a sleeper individual immunity challenge beast (a lot of challenges are dependent on carrying your bodyweight or dexterity) and is probably also narrator of the season. every time a conversation happens it cuts to a chilchuck confessional where hes sitting on a log being like „i hate these people i want to drown myself in the ocean. i want to poison the rice.“ not quite a goat but hes probably too abrasive to win many jury votes, tho it depends on who hes sitting next to. i dont think he wins but he probably becomes a fan favorite due to his bluntness and gets asked to come back in a later season but refuses.

kabru is doing 4d chess and running laps around everybody both socially and strategically and would probably get taken to final 3 where he sweeps the jury if he didnt get weirdly focused on laios and end up alienating his alliances. kabru strong early beginning, obvious winner edit being able to run the game while keeping his threat level low midgame, to meltdown over laios literally just running around the island pretending to be a dog, and getting voted out shortly before final tribal. becomes an iconic figure comparable to the likes of angelina and is definitely asked back, but also for sure on a season where laios comes back too.

senshi has no strategy but everyone loves him for being the provider and also just a genuinely great guy. is probably making his tribe elaborate meals every day and comforting them after challenge losses. everyone loves senshi but unfortunately that makes him too big of a threat so he gets taken out during midgame but everyone is really upset about doing it, they just know they have no chance against him in final 3. it doesnt matter if senshi is left out of every vote, its senshi so the jury would vote for him anyways. after the votes are read he probably slaps his knee and goes „aww you got me good guys well played!“ without a hint of anger and everybody knows it was the right choice to vote him but they still feel awful. probably hugs everyone and gives them some words of encouragement before leaving. huge fan favorite and gets asked back on multiple seasons but is unfortunately always voted off rather early because hes simply too big of a threat. a messianic figure.

marcille probably hates the island and is only there because falin is. probably good strategically but lets be honest here she would suffer every single day shes on that island. kept in the game through sheer determination to make the merge and see falin again, but is probably voted out not long after, because her and falin are dangerous together and couples always get broken up. fierce falin advocate on ponderosa. falins strongest soldier.

falin is probably just a very strong social player. shes not the most strategic, but is probably brought into votes just due to how likeable she is. senshi also serves as a shield for her threat level, so i can see her making final 3 without having a vote cast against her. probably sweeps the jury, partly because marcille has been campaigning for her on ponderosa, partly because shes just genuinely likeable and people want her to have the money, partly because i cant think of any person potentially sitting next to her that people would rather vote for. just strategic enough that fans dont really have a problem with her win, and nowadays people are more open to social gameplay, plus shes beautiful and a great person so yeah. falin wins because everybody loves her and everybody loves her for winning. marcilles work is done.

itutsumi isnt part of the game shes just kinda hanging out on the island. nobody knows why or what shes doing there but shes laying in the sun and napping. there are probably a few votes for her at the final tribal so there needs to be a revote. you can NOT vote for izutsumi. stop booing