#idk about you but im a real big loser and have been since i joined this place

[transmascnepetaleijon]

i hate how you have to be some form of cool online now

[pinkykitten]

Dancing Mission

Detroit: Become Human

Connor x female! reader

Warning: cussing, a sex offender dude, some blood

Specifics: comedy, violence, fluff, romance, man vs man, dancing, women power, race neutral reader

People: Connor, you, Hank Anderson, Devin James (oc), Carl Hunter (oc), Markus (mentioned)

Words: 2,993

Summary: You a cop as well, work with Hank and Connor to take down a man named Devin James. What you don’t know is you have to go undercover in a club. You end up dancing with Connor. 

Authors Note: i know is suck at summaries, im so used to just gettin the frickin request and just copy and paste u know. but omg i think i am in luv with this story. this is prob now one of my fav stories i have done. i have watched all of dbh on jacksepticeyes channel (lol im too cheap y’all) and it is one of my fav games. my sis luvs connor to pieces as do i (cuz he luvs dogs duh) so this is for her. i’ve wanted to write a dbh fic for the longest time so here it is. i really want to write more so pls request more of this and feedback is much appreciated here. 

“-so that means that we have to act natural like one of them,” Hank explained while driving to the destination. 

You, sitting in the back of the car thought about this mission. You have worked with Hank for a couple of months, you’re both practically friends. Maybe even BEST FRIENDS (lol idk why i feel like this sentence would sound like spongebobs voice. well it kinda makes sense since the dude who plays hank plays mr krabs...anyways) 

The goal was to arrest a man named Devin James. Supposedly, he has been keeping deviants for about 2 years. He sells them for quite a lot of cash to those who want to “fix” them. Your expression turned into sadness when you read his file. You understood what he did to these deviants. He would lock them up, abuse, torture them, and then sell them to others. But not so they can be fixed its so the buyers can torture the deviants more. 

Unfortunately, you knew why he needed to be arrested. It was not because he was doing these things to the androids. It is because he is selling deviants. In your mind however, you saw this as a rescue mission. To make sure those deviants get out, even if it kills you. 

Your group came into contact with him. Devin was now currently, in a club called “Pomegranate”. 

“Weird name for a club,” you laughed looking outside the window. It was midnight, the night sky pitch black. There was tiny drops of rain pattering against the glass.

“Maybe it is called Pomegranate because when a woman opens up her legs-”

“Shhhh Connor! There is a woman seated in the back!” You called out, your eyes widened in surprise that Connor knew those types of things. You scratched your nose and wiggled your eyebrows, “Hank, you gotta be careful with this one. Apparently he’s either been too much into fanfiction or hentai to know those types of facts.”

Hank looked into the rear view mirror, “In a minute y/n I’m gonna throw your as* outside this car into the pouring rain! Now can we talk about the dam* arrest!”

You shrugged and laid back muttering, “It was your baby Connor’s fault.”

Hank gave you a glare through the mirror. Any words that were about to come out of your mouth were quickly swallowed down. 

The car stopped and you jumped out. 

“Alright, remember what I said act. Natural. This guys good, he has ran away from the police many, many, many times. So we need to make sure that he doesn’t know that we’re cops,” Hank instructed slamming his car door.

You nodded, “Right, right, right. But let me ask you this Hank from “Finding Dory” how the hel* is Mr. Roboto here gonna oh I don’t know...blend in. When he’s a fuc*in android!”

“I also see no way out of this Lieutenant Anderson,” Connor added. 

Hank rolled his eyes at you and opened his trunk, “I was gonna get to that, y/n! Disguises.”

You peered into the trunk to see a plain tux, a bedazzled 80s suit (which of course you knew to be for Hank), and a dress. 

“Connor you wear this tux, and you y/n, wear this dress.”

Connor eyed the tux that was handed to him weirdly, and you groaned at the dress. 

“I do not think I can do this. It is not in my making to change my outfit-”

“Well, what about me! I mean it is in my making to change but like...I DON’T WANNA,” you interrupted Connor, making him blink like “what just happened.”

Hank closed the trunk and locked his car, “No if, ands, or buts. Go to the restrooms and put them on.”

You heaved a heavy sigh, “Ugh! I have my stupid period and now I have to wear this dumb dress,” you grumbled as you trudged inside the club. 

“Keep an eye out for y/n, okay Connor,” Hank said as he walked inside. 

Dua Lipa & Calvin Harris - One Kiss (i feel like this song would be played like at a disco club or something. i luv this song and always want to jam to this. this song is playing in the club)

Connor was changed into his tuxedo and Hank was in his suit. 

“I’m gonna head over there, see if I can find him. You-,” Connor and Hank looked up to see you come out of the bathroom. 

(omg i can so imagine this the chorus comes on or in this vid 1:02) You dolled yourself to look like a million bucks. Make up on and hoop earrings. “You guys ready?”

If you hadn’t known any better you would have thought they got a boner because of you. 

“Y/n,” Connor whispered, mesmerized by your look. The dress clung on to all the right places. 

“Jesus y/n, look at you. Connor close your mouth,” Hank chuckled. “Alright I’m gonna go over there see you guys in a few if you haven’t got any leads. Let me know if you spot him though, alright? Good!” Hank left. 

You walked well more like almost tripped with the 9-inch heels. “You go by the exits, Connor. And I’ll take the bar.” You pushed your boobs up (if u aint got titties dont worry u added some padding then, every boob counts👍) , “Okay ladies...do your job.” 

You swayed to the bar, trying to entice a man like Devin. Instead, Connor looked with big, wide, eyes. “I swear I haven’t even had a dic* bigger than 9-inches. How do you expect me to walk in these Hank?!?” You grumbled aloud to yourself.

“Excuse me, baby but you are sure lookin fine,” a tall man growled as he grabbed a handful of your butt. 

You rose your brow and tried not to punch him in the balls. “Do not blow you’re cover y/n,” you thought to yourself. 

“Hey, give her an old fashioned,” the man ordered the bar tender.

You nodded and smacked your lips together, “oh, okay, so you want me to be drunk as hel*. I gotcha.”

The man laughed and licked his lips, “Thats funny. This drink will make you grow chest hair, that is for sure.”

The bartender gave you the drink. You coughed, and prepared yourself to be drunk in this mission. You chugged the liquid down. The whiskey burning your throat. It all slid south and you put the glass down harshly. “Baby, know that women got hair all over.” You raised your arms up and showed your armpits. Hey, you haven’t shaved in a while. You a busy gal. (if u think that this is nasty u better get off this blog right now)

“Dam* girl, you for real though,” the guy sat down on the bar stools. Eyeing your whole body. 

“I don’t sugar coat. Anyways, whats your name?”

“Carl, Carl Hunter. You?”

“Y/n, L/n.”

“Hey, bartender can she just have a light sangria.”

You pulled your dress down in order to sit on the bar stool. In the process, you put your purse down on the floor, in between your legs. 

You then put your attention to Carl again and saw your drink was waiting for you. 

“Why thank you, Carl. I think I’m not gonna drink anymore than this so here,” you handed the bartender, “is the cash.”

Carl stepped in and forced your hand down. “Baby, I got this. My mama always taught me how to be a gentleman. I will pay for this.”

You knitted your eyebrows together, “Are you sure?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

You grinned and stroked his arm. He winked at you. As he was paying the bartender you took out a device called “pd.id”. It shows if your drink has been spiked. 

“Pric*,” you muttered. You brought out your handcuffs out and handcuffed him to the stool. 

“Hey, what the fuc* you think you doin?”

“I am saving women, pig! Trying to drug my drink huh? Thought it could get past me? You are dead wrong, and your name was Carl Hunte?” You wrote it on your hand. “Got it, thanks Carl for buying my drinks. Hope you like prison.” You poured the sangria all over his head and walked to Connor. 

“Have you found him yet y/n?” Connor was by the dance floor. 

“Nope, but I found a disgusting sex offender. So still kinda saved the day,” you sighed, placing your hands on your hips. 

You phoned Hank who was...somewhere. “Where you at Hank?”

“I’ve asked around to see if someone knows him or if they’ve sighted him. But everyone around here acts like dumbas*es. You got anything?”

You snickered, “Nada, hey I’ll make this bet. Whoever gets Devin first gets their drink paid by the loser.” Your eyebrows rose as you looked to Connor who looked at you with puppy, innocent eyes. “And Connor can have some...blood...”

Connor smiled and looked away.

You could hear Hank on the other side chuckling, “Okay y/n...you’re on. Have fun...LOSER!” Then Hank hanged up the call. 

“As*,” you laughed. 

You then saw the dance floor and people were dancing all over. It was as if a light bulb went off in your brain. “I have an idea,” you said aloud. 

You grabbed onto Connor’s hand and guided him with a sway of your hips to the dance floor. 

“Have I ever told you I love this song,” you grinned. Your feet stepping to the beat. Connor just stood like a plank of wood. Just mesmerized by your moves.

“One kiss is all it takes, fallin in love with me,” you sang, goofing off also by doing the underwater dance. “C’mon Connor join me.”

Connor’s mouth was open wide, “Oh, um, um, I do not think dancing is in my program.”

You brought your hands on Connor’s shoulders, and your body bent and stretched all over. “I’ll teach you robo boy,” you winked. 

Connor’s cheeks created a blue blush, he was a lost for words. His eyes were glued to your eyes. Drinking everything in. 

“You move like this, put your hands here,” you said while placing Connor’s hands on your hips. “Now just feel the beat, the rhythm, be one with the song.”

Connor stumbled a bit, but then he got the hang of it. “I, I think I am doing it y/n.”

“See! There you go!”

You both moved together so perfectly. Like trees swaying in the wind. Like a river. Your hands traveled all over Connor and he developed an even deeper blush. 

You then let go of him and danced by yourself. He studied your dancing for a while then he danced by himself. 

look up on youtube Bryan Dechart dancing as Connor

Finally, Connor was being...Connor. He was being himself. He was proving to the world that androids are not just things, they are living and they deserve to be free. 

“Oh my god, YES CONNOR! GO CONNOR! Woooohooooo!!!!!,” you cheered jumping up and down. 

You both danced then like animals. Shaking not caring if you both looked like two goofballs. The dance floor was empty so it was just the two of you. You did the sprinkler dance. Connor then started laughing and smiling from ear to ear. 

“Yeah, go y/n, go y/n,” Connor cheered as well. 

You heard the song was almost to the end. Your body twirled to Connor’s body until you both were almost glued together. 

“You are extremely beautiful...y/n...,” Connor whispered only so you and him could hear.

“And you Connor are important to me,” you whispered to him. You both were closing the gap between you two, your lips almost meeting. 

“Guys, I found Devin,” Hank yelled to you both as he appeared before you two. “Oh, um, am I disturbing something?”

“You found him,” you questioned as Hank ran ahead. You broke contact with Connor and gave him a guilty face. You stepped off the dance floor and brought your gun out of your thigh holster, following Hank, with Connor behind you. 

You sprinted to the commotion of people now screaming since smart pants Devin tried to shoot you guys. You tried to see him over the sea of people. 

“I spot him,” you shouted, not caring of the protests of Hank and Connor. “Don’t worry guys I got this!”

 You ran after Devin, stumbling a few times from the dumb heels. You look down, “Dam* heels!” While going after this man, you take the heels off and throw them at him (kinda like Nakia from Black Panther). He screams in pain but doesn’t stop. He jumps over boxes of booze from the club and you do the same. You chase him out of the club, going in the street. 

“GET DOWN NOW,” you scream at him. “If you do not stop I will shoot!”

The man kept going until you shook your head, breathed hard a couple of times, you sped, fast after him. It was if you were possessed by Usain Bolt. You caught up to him, your dress ripped by your legs. You pounced on Devin, putting his arms behind his back in a death grip. “PUT THE GUN DOWN, NOW!”

Devin, breathing harshly, threw the gun away from you both. “Owww you’re hurting me,” he whined. 

“Good,” you sassed back, picking him up harshly. More in the light you can see where the end of your heel hit the side of his head. You tried not to laugh, muffling your giggles. 

You picked up the gun and walked back to Hank and Connor who were not far from you. 

“That was very impressive,” Connor smirked while winking like you did. 

“...am I missing something here,” Hank eyed both of you. 

You gave a lopsided grin, “Oh Hank, if only you knew...No, you’re missing your Devin. Here’s his gun and you owe me a drink...loser” You threw the gun to Hank and chuckled. 

As Hank took a hold of Devin you went to his level to speak to him. “So Devin, where you hidin these deviants?”

“I won’t tell...cun*,” he hissed. You punched his face, your ring making a mark on his nose it also looking a little crooked, and blood coming out. Heh, marked twice by you. 

“Y/n, can you please be a little more fuc*in professional, right Connor?” Hank asked Connor.

Connor shrugged, “I think that punch was needed.”

“Okay, I am definitely missing something,” Hank shouted. 

You gripped Devin’s face, “You. Don’t. Talk. To. Women. Like. That. Understand? Now, again, where are the deviants?”

“In my warehouse, like 5 blocks from here.”

“Thank you,” you said professionally. You walked barefoot to the car, and waited for the boys.

“I have gotten you these,” Connor handed you a pair of flip flops. “I know it is not much, but I much prefer you walking in them then on the wet ground.”

You smiled and thanked him. Hank was driving to the warehouse that Devin talked about. 

“I think this is it,” you called, looking out your window to see a rusty metal warehouse. The scene you walked on upon looked like it was taken from a 80s horror film. The lightning striking like a whip in the dark clouds. You brought your flashlight out. “Whelp boys, lets see what we find in here.” 

You all walked inside. You were thankful you were out of the pouring rain, but now you were stuck in the cold metal warehouse. Shivering like a pair of rattled bones, you tried to cover your bare arms by hugging yourself. 

“Here y/n, take this. I do not want you to get a cold,” Connor gently placed his tux jacket on your shoulder, leaving him in a tight white shirt with a black bow tie.

“Thanks...Connor,” you smiled, cuddling yourself in the jacket. 

“I think we should all spread out. Just remember though, we’re dealing with deviants...be careful, all of you,” Hank said making his way to the right. Connor chose the left, while you, well didn’t choose but were stuck with the middle. 

You tiptoed silently, trying not to make any noise. It was dark, and dusty. It was extremely hard for you not to erupt into a coughing fit. Suddenly, you heard a bang coming from the side of you. You jumped almost like a cat. You stood there, trying to do breathing exercises, and to try to steady your heart. Even though lets be real, your heart was not steady even to begin with this mission. Everything was thrown, antique chairs, a type writer, and pieces of a car hung from the ceiling. The dust particles traveled across the light from your flashlight. The dirt was all muddy since there were tiny holes in the roof. It smelled disgusting, like a farm. 

“How could anyone live like this,” you spoke aloud, covering your nose with Connor’s jacket. 

“Please, save us,” you heard from in front of you. You panicked and turned every which way, trying to find the source of that voice. 

“We beg you save us. Let us be free.”

“Get us out of here.”

“We want to be free.”

“Is that our savior, Marcus?”

“Please, save us.”

“Please!”

Your flashlight then came upon the cells and cells of deviants. Some were all white having taking off their skin. Some were broken, missing limbs, missing an eye. Some were still freshly made new, just with a few tiny scratches. But they all had one thing in common. They were begging. Begging you to set them free. They were tired of living like this. Your heart saddened for them, why couldn’t androids be free? Why were they abused and slaughtered like this? It was not right. But what if you did let them all out? Would you loose the trust of Hank, or even worse Connor? Would you loose your job letting these deviants out secretly? There were only two choices, 

were you going to leave the deviants?

or...were you going to let them out?

You had to decide...

[maribelsawyer]

- ̗̀ * ( ella purnell + cisfemale + she/her ) have you seen ( maribel sawyer ) walking around campus ? they are a ( nineteen ) year old, studying ( journalism ). we hear they are in ( delta gamma chi ), and can be ( benevolent & impressionable ), maybe it’s because they are a ( gemini ). they sort of remind us of ( scraped knees , magnifying glasses , vintage oxfords ), maybe we can find out more ! *  ̖́-  + newspaper writer

god okay looks like i’ve fallen in love w ella purnell and i want to b her. anyways maribel is my newest baby n im sorta making her up as i go so pls bare w me lmao

TW: eating disorder mentions, subtle abuse?

{she is not currently in that mindset ^}

gen. info

full name: maribel ottoline sawyer

nickname(s): mari, bell, lottie b/c middle name, etc. etc. just sawyer sometimes idk

b.o.d. - june 1st, 19 yrs old

label(s): the marionette, the demure, the prevaricator, etc. etc.

height: like 5′3″ prolly tbh

hometown: duluth, minnesota

sexuality: shit she don’t know

bio. info

her dad’s in the air force, her mom’s published three diet cookbooks and two different DVDs--maribel is the only middle child

one of those conservative, all american families, they were strict and definitely made it known that they were parents and not friends by any means

9pm curfew, not leaving the dining room until all ur food is gone, grounded if ur grades were below their expectations, etc. etc. 

her older sister can evoke emotions in others thru her acting like no other. has taken the hearts (and leads) of all her acting directors since childhood. her voice is broadway material.

and her older brother? has been the best linebacker on any high school team he’s joined; hopes to make it to the big leagues. but if he doesn’t? he’s been taking college-level classes since he was a sophomore.

and...maribel?

maribel is...just, maribel.

for the longest time, there was nothing special about maribel

she couldn’t sing, or dance, or compose words in pretty prose

her grades were only satisfactory after hrs n hrs of studying everyday

homegirl can’t even cook w/o smth exploding

in short, maribel has never been good at anything. can’t draw within the lines, can’t follow the line, opens her mouth at the wrong time. etc. etc. shit? rough.

ANYWAYS

her family moves around a lot b/c of her dad, so she’s never really been in one place long enough to really prove herself? always been the quiet girl in class while her siblings brought home gold stars everyday

the kinda girl others would sorta push around n bully a lil bit bc she would never know what to say; prolly just cried a lot tbh

grew up w a lot of insecurities b/c of this

definitely doesnt help that her mother is obsessed w beauty n fitness n like

their mother p much forced her lifestyle onto her children, mari has a rough relationship w food b/c of it

ANYWAYS part 2

grew up always in the shadows of her siblings and their accomplishments, and spent a lot of her time tryn find something to be good at just so somebody could give her a stamp of approval

was always the ~wannabe~, the girl who would just endlessly suck up to the most popular girl she could find and try to mimic her to the best of mari’s abilities, just so she could survive her school experience

by the time mari was a freshmen in high school, her parents had divorced and she finally thought she could have a normal school experience and make something for herself

obv not. her mother shipped her off to a boarding school in nevada and that was it; her sister had already graduated and her brother was still in middle school.

it was finally just mari.

of course like she tried to suck up to others but it wasn’t really helpful, everybody was a lil too boujie for her and she always froze up when she tried to speak to the ~popular kids~

they only rly spoke to her b/c she’s got this knack for forging shit, like i dont think she even has her own handwriting; she always copies other people’S b/c she’s just. so used to tryn to mimic others n be them as much as possible

around this time she found herself fucking around in her computer class more often than not; it’d been the only elective left b/c she arrived in the middle of the year

but she surprisingly enjoyed it, like, a lot

her parents never really allowed much computer use b/c like. rots ur brain or whatever.

got into programming, but when she found out that u could ? hack shit ? kinda peaked her interest.

her shift into programming to hacking was subtle but before she knew it, she was fucking around on websites for the fun of it. never anything severe

computers became her friends, y’know

that was until her sophomore year and there was another loser fucking around on the computers during lunchtime

and like...they just started kinda talking, y’know? became friends, prolly mari’s first legitimate friend in...forever, really

the kid was kinda weird but she didn’t mind b/c fuck, mari couldn’t be picky n she didn’t mind weird

like...they were obsessed w conspiracies n mysteries n shit

it started to rub off on mari too, b/c homegirl is an idiot but. an observant idiot.

so she started getting reeeally into mysteries and shit. started acting like a mini investigator w/ her pal; solving stupid things like ‘who wrote ‘mindy is a whore’ in the bathroom stall’ and ‘does mr. roberts have a secret obsession w kpop’

no mindy is not a whore it was slander

yes mr. roberts is into kpop

ANYWAYS part 3

so they were these nancy drew, scooby doo, veronica mars knock off duo

by junior yr her partner started getting into like. drinking and minor drugs and other things that the other boarding school kids were smuggling in, y’know. 

this meant that mari was getting into that shit too, y’know. cant stay innocent forever.

became a lil bit of a pothead lmao

so like now theyre just stoners who go around solving shit and prolly also stirring shit up for the hell of it

so like . . . . . one night they were doin’ their thing, right? and her partner brings up this...completely wild idea

they live in nevada. y’kno what else is in nevada?

area 51

these fucking idiots want to go break into this fucking. air force base. to find area 51.

guess what they did?

they attempted to break into the air force base. like. of course they tried.

they failed like, super miserably, got arrested for trespassing and had to be bailed out of the county jail by their parents

her dad almost lost his job so he was mcfuckin PISSED esp once they figured out she was high as shit

her partner? disappeared. nobody knows where they went.

mari was moved from the boarding school to a public school closer to where her mother could, begrudgingly, keep an eye on her

kinda spent the rest of her high school career p miserable, she gave up on her whole ~detective~ thing and resorted to making fake IDs for her fellow high schoolers

was drug-tested like every week or so, too

around this time her mental health and relationship w food got worse, she barely made it to graduation. took a gap year to recover, worked a buncha jobs but usually gets fired from them b/c she’s really fucking bad like most things besides her two (2) unconventional talents that are decidedly useless

came to ucla b/c her mother p much made her, her mother’s a legacy and that’s about the only reason why she got into delta gamma chi

doesn’t want ppl to know she was a loser and also like . fucked up her dad’s life a lil, b/c it was def a thing that made the news and the only reason why her name wasn’t in the articles was b/c she was a minor at the time

so she like...lies abt her childhood a lot

tells a lotta lil white lies b/c she just. doesn’t wanna b her

uuuhh wanted to do computer science bc she loves it but her parents were both like ‘lmao we’re not paying for shit if u do that’ bc they don’t think it’s very ~ladylike~ n they still want her to like. just be submissive and obedient n shit.

so she took up journalism b/c neither her parents think it’s like a real career and they just want her to find a husband n get married n settle down n stop being troublesome

fun fact: she has a scholarship for being lefthanded so that pays for Some of it esp b/c she’s an out of state student

still struggles a lil bit w food but she’s like. doing a lot better. goes to group therapy, probably

uuuh that’s it for now i think ??

OH SIKE !! she’s a writer for the newspaper and writes ADVICE columns on various topics b/c she’s good at offering advice but only when she can sit down n think abt it lmao

^^she goes by an alias b/c she just. doesnt want ppl to know its her idk she thinks its embarrassing

other than that she’s probably like ... doing campus tech support b/c that’s her current job but who knows how long that’ll last lmao

knowing her she’s going to accidentally switch into her phone sex voice (another, old job she doesn’t do anymore) n get fired for tryn seduce a man with ‘did u try turning it on and off again?’

OKAY i think that’s all lmao

personality

mari is just. awkward, man

i mean like...she’s sorta bad at talking to others a lot of the time??

like ppl r kinda like ‘how tf r u a delta gamma chi girl’ n she’s just like i mean u  h h h h 

prolly stutters a lil bit b/c she’s usually rly anxious

but she’s v v nice, like, she tries her hardest to be a good friend n everything

but she also kinda switches her personality to appeal to whoever she’s talking too ?? like she wants to be. likable. she’s not real w/ others v v often

if ur boujie yeah she’ll pretend to be boujie too

she prolly still sells fake IDs to high schoolers n some of her college peers, she has one herself n hasn’t gotten caught yet sooo

always fidgets like she can’t rly sit still often b/c she’s so nervous

is a lil bit of a stoner but i feel like u can’t ever tell tbh

a lil shy n hesitant at first i’d imagine, or maybe just always lmao

has a bit more of a personality once she sucks it up n gets closer to u but she’s always v v cautious abt befriending ppl just b/c she’s had a bad time w bullies n her one friend in life disappeared so like...bummer, y’kno?

can never say no. like, i dont think it’s in her vocabulary. she’s a yes gal.

will p much do anything u ask of her b/c she’s constantly seeking approval

can ramble a bit when she’s nervous which is always but she also apologizes like a lot.

squeaks like a mouse

present at parties but it’s always kinda like. who r u. n she has to remind everybody that she’s a sorority gal too

considers herself v v forgettable, like, just v unimportant

like she’s just rly insecure

still does computer shit n is still rly good at it but she hasn’t done anything srs w/ it so it’s just wasted potential

going to use her journalism degree to do investigative journalism and maybe escape her parents, eventually

she just. bends easily to other’s wills, y’know? she’s hashtag soft

even tho she’s like. shy n awkward n shit it doesn’t take a lot for her to like, laugh, or smile

like she tries rly hard to appear happy n an optimist n just like. unfettered

a lil plain jane we stan

i cant think of anything else but she’s. she’s a good kid

OH she’s rly good w numbers n math but like that’s abt it. she’s a whole dumbass on everything else sometimes

is bad w talking n giving advice like in person but like ?? in her column or ovr text or smth ? she’s good. she’s concise.

is a good team player/good w/ projects/etc. etc.

OH OKAY YEAH

she’s rly observant n b/c she’s a lil bit of a compulsive liar she can usually tell when ppl arent honest

depending on how close y’all r she’ll prolly crack down on ur bullshit

but she’s also timid so like who knows tbh

this isn’t a personality trait but she wears like medium hoop earrings all the time n it’s cute ok bye

OK OK LAST THING

she’s so. fucking. clumsy. she will bump into everything. she’ll bump into the air. fuck, she prolly falls over just standing straight. usually has bruises n scratches from just being a clumsy idiot

like she can b a lil ditzy y’know ?? doesn’t have much common sense, sometimes, n can b naive but idk it’s all rly dependent on her n who she’s w n just. how i end up playing her lmao

lovs vintage. is cute.

wanted connections

her roommate uwu

ppl she’s interacted w/ during her childhood !! she’s moved around a lot so like . . . . they could kno each other

mmm sorority sisters

um gimme a ride or die or like a best friend or smth PLS she needs more friends

just more friends in general. she’s awkward but she needs ‘em

?? a one night stand ?? she’s not really . . . known for hooking up w/ ppl but i think an accidental occurrence would b fun!

idk somebody for her to just. crush on from afar. prolly stutters whenever they come near or talk to her or smth

^^i mean like an unrequited crush

SOMEBODY USE HER ! RUIN HER !

FRIENDS OR FUCKING OR WHATEVER

fake friends too! use her for her ~kewl skillz~

bad influence

let her b a good influence

some kinda...skinny love idk what that means. a will they wont they. smth cute. smth pure

it’d be wild if her partner just popped up outta the blue like that b/c mari 100% thinks they were like killed by the government

ppl she gets high w n talk abt conspiracies w/ tbh

ppl she gives or has given advice to w her column pieces ! love it

idk partners in a class

enemies or smth. i want conflict.

a tutor for her dumbass

but also anybody who needs help in math? she can tutor u

idk like this we can work a lil smth smth out

i give u one penny, if u plot w me. pls. i am poor.

[survivorsolomonislands]

Final Episode “Im pretty exhausted from this game anyways” (Aromal)

So I've now officially reached my past best placement - 5th in Malaysia!! And with my Hidden Immunity Idol, I'm set to beat it, and make it to F4 where the Rites of Passage are. Making Rites of Passage is honestly always one of my BIG goals every time I play so FINALLY getting to reach that mark is absolutely HUGE. In other news, RTP called me out on his way out the door, but nobody really paid it any heed - maybe bc he pissed everybody off so much?? Anyways, I'm really set to make the end of this game even WITHOUT my HII. So now the real determinant is whether or not I win Individual Immunity again. If I do, I'll go with Aro and Luca's plan to ice Allie, convince Willow... but then give Allie the Idol, vote for Luca, and get his ass outta here, forcing Aro to need my vote at F4 and forcing a tie. Hopefully. Now that I'm thinking about it, there's nothing stopping Allie/Aro/Willow from icing ME at that point, but... if they did... nvm. I don't think that they would. If I'm not immune, the Idol is all mine, but who gets voted out I'm still undecided on. Is the pair of Allie and Willow really a threat when they want to get to the end with me, or when Willow's intended F3 is with myself and Aro? If that's the case, why lose Allie now and risk underdog Luca making the end and picking up easy votes like Jacob, Johnny, and RTP. Looking at FTC, I've got Dana and Matt on lock, and I really do think I could get Zak even against Aro. I might have a shot at Johnny, I think RTP will vote for me, Jacob and LA are question marks that I lean against me, and I'd say Lexi doesn't vote for me like... ever. This is gonna get so spicy and I can fucking taste the victory. It's SO DAMN CLOSE and I've worked SO DAMN HARD and I don't wanna get iced when it's right around the corner. Fuck. I need this. I fucking need this.

With Ryan gone, the game is nearing the end. Right now it's me and Aromal trying to flip Willow onto Mitchell. Otherwise, we've lost this game.

Maaaan Im so nervous for this tribal. Me and Luca are definitely voting for Mitchell but we have to be careful in trying to swing Allie or Willow otherwise this is going to blow up in our faces.

It's been five or so days since our last tribal so everybody was getting stir crazy, but now it's all come to a head!! Willow won immunity, which was fine, bc the two targets were Allie and Luca. Now I'd harbored thoughts about making a #bigmove by making everyone vote for Allie and then Idoling her but... that's a reckless and unnecessary big move that paints me as an even bigger target than I know myself to be while also causing distrust among my peers. So Luca's gonna go home 4-1, I'm gonna use my Idol to guarantee myself F4 even though I won't receive a single vote, and then I'm one challenge win away from the FTC, where I'd like to think that I will win. At the F4, I'm set - I have a F3 with Aro and Willow that I intend to stick to, but I ALSO have a F3 with Allie and Willow, so should Allie win immunity I'll be DANCIN. I've worked to get to the point where everyone in the game likes me and trusts me, and zooweemama I can't believe I'm actually gonna win. I've come this close and convinced myself that it's my time, so if it's not, I'm gonna be heartbroken. I've put so much into this game and it's gonna all pay off, I just KNOW that it will. I wanna follow in the footsteps of Jenn and Jimmy who made FTC post-Malaysia, and I wanna join Kait and Jenn as Malaysia winners. It's gonna be my time. KNOW that - it's gonna be my time.

I'm shitting myself. I'm terrified of what Mitchell's reaction is gonna be, Im terrified about him having a potential idol, I'm terrified of Willow(our swing vote)  snitching to him, FUCK Willow just messaged me saying she was really hesitant about voting Mitchell. I don't wanna push too hard but it has to be done otherwise I am going to get absolutely blasted at final tribal. I'm fairly confident about making it to final tribal, but I'm debating who I have a better chance with. I'm leaning towards taking Willow and Allie right now because Luca has the underdog thing going for him but ahh its so difficult. I just wanna get this season over withhh

OH MY GOD THAT CHALLENGE WAS WILD! Half of the things didn't make sense, and I didn't know what I was doing 90% of the time, but I still somehow won immunity which is crazy! This literally means I'm guaranteed f4 which is crazy, like I never actually thought I would make it this far in my first org ever. Tonight I think pretty much everyone is gonna vote for Mitchell, which I guess is what I wanted, since he's my biggest threat. But I'm still sorta sad about it bc I love Mitchell, he's been one of my closest allies since the beginning of this game on nuMakira. I mean I need to do it to better myself in this game, bc I might actually have a shot at winning but idk I'm still kinda sad about it. I hope he can understand though and that we can be friends, but I have a feeling he might be sorta mad. I also think he might have an idol, bc he didn't really give me a direct answer and he lied about it last time, so I guess at this point I just need to hope he doesn't have an idol, or that he doesn't play it, bc if he does then I guess I'm screwed.  

Why do I have a funny feeling I'm getting Bret Labelle'd out tonight? Mitchell is the biggest threat, Willow! Don't pull a Hannah

i told them all after last tribal, "I hope y'all ready for shit to get messy bc my ass is winning final immunity challenge." and my ass DID. my ass did THAT. i have fucking made it to day 39. i'm not one to get emotional, but i've been playing ORGs for a few years now. not like other people, who always jump into them - i've done like one ORG every school year for a few years. this is my seventh total. and i made it to the end my very first one, back when I still played entirely over email, and lost to an inactive at the final tribal. and it's eaten away at me since. how could i work so hard and come so close just to fall short to that? but that was a different time and a different me, and i finally fucking did it again. 2nd, 11th, 9th, 5th, 12th, 5th... and now at least 3rd. I fucking made it here again and I can't believe it. Shout-out to Allie - I didn't think I had a shot once we got to the last stage. I was in so much pain and didn't know how much fight I had left in me but goddamn I pulled it off like i said i was gonna and now my ass can't be grassed and my ass in the final three i can't describe what this is like. i'm sure the org community can relate as a whole to wanting something so bad, and working so hard to make it happen, and now to have your chance, your shot, be actualized... it's incredible. it's a phenomenal feeling and i really hope i can now seal the deal and pull this shit off. it's not a guarantee. and hell, i still don't even know who i'm voting for. but i did it. i fucking DID THAT. mitchell kalabang fucking did that and all these fake killas don't know who the fuck they made the mistake of trying to ice. you can't ice fire and that's exactly why you don't dance with fire, bc ur ass is gonna get BURNED and mitchell kalabang is a fucking GOLDEN GOD

(later)

So after last tribal when they tried to ICE MY ASS i went around very boldly telling everyone that i was gonna win FIC and they better get their shit straightened out for when that happens. allie and i make a deal to vote out willow, i focus all my plans on winning, and then BAM surprise it fuckin HAPPENS and now i am left with a choice to make - do i vote out willow or do i vote out allie? and while i'm weighing this choice, willow for a stronger story should she be able to articulate it and allie for having what i perceive to be more friends and a stronger perception among the jurors, aro asks me to vote him off i say "...what" and he says that he doesn't want to be a FTC loser, and that he'll support me on the jury. he knows he's gonna lose and doesn't want to waste time on all the proceedings, so he'd rather help me win. and that sounds GREAT. that puts like 4 votes i expect on the jury - dana, matt, zak, and aro. if i can grab 1 more, i doubt willow/allie can grab all the other 5 - i win. and i'm like "...aro if u want this u got it bud" And then comes the hard part of convincing willow/allie to do it. have they really been #secretpairbewaring their way through this game? that's a possibility, but i think both of them rightfully perceive each other to be their biggest threat that they can vote for. we all know aro is going to lose. so with allie, it's easier - she says she didn't want to have to vote out willow anyways and is ok with voting out aro. and then miss willow tries hard to convince me to grass allie's ass anyways, so i strong-arm her a lil bit. say if i vote aro, and she and allie vote each other, she's playing russian roulette - aro either votes for her or allie, and if her gambit to ice allie works, that's fine and dandy... but there's a 50% chance she gets iced herself. thus, the only way to save herself is in doing what i want by voting out aro. and willow is understandably not fully in love with this plan, and she just asked me if i'm doing this to split jurors' votes between allie and herself. that's partially true - it's certainly a benefit. but willow is in no position to fight with me here, and she's particularly in no position to actually DO anything about it. sure, i know that aro is throwing his vote to allie, but SHE doesn't. as far as she knows, doing what i want guarantees herself a worst-case tie and a best-case F3 spot. if she does something else, she might vote herself out. she doesn't have a choice. winning FIC gives you so much fucking power and i genuinely believe that i can take any of these fools in the F3 so if they wanna be stupid and gamble with their lives then they can go right ahead and grass they own asses but y'all can't ice a golden fuckin god

So I feel like Im pretty much done. Id rather get 4th than go through FTC and get like one vote. I tried my hardest to stop Mitchell but unfortunately it didnt work out. Oh well, Im pretty exhausted from this game anyways.

Ahh so Mitchell winning the FIC wasn't the greatest scenario that could have happened but whatever. I'm a little dissapointed in myself that I accidentally talked but I can't go back now. Anyway I don't really have any shot at winning this game anymore So I guess I'm just gonna go with everyone else and vote out Aro tonight, even though Aro is the one with the least amount of chance of winning (imo). Mitchell is saying that he wants to vote out Aro this round bc he thinks he's some secret threat, and like yeah Aro has played an alright strategic game but I don't think he's made enough social connections. Anyway I think the real reason Mitchell wants Aro out this round is bc at FTC the people who are mad at Mitchell might split the votes between me and Allie. Anyway if Mitchell weren't here then I might have an okay shot at winning this game but now I don't. So congrats Mitchell Kalabang on winning Solomon Islands! Also since this is probably going to be my last confessional I just wanted to say that I had an amazing time playing this game! I've met a bunch of wonderful people and it was my first org ever and I plan on continuing to play more orgs!

can't BELIEVE we're starting the FINAL TRIBAL COUNCIL FJWRIUHDsnfiucrehdsnuifvhrenfsfchrd I worked so fuckin hard and so fuckin long and we're here. I I expect to get Dana, Matt, Zak, and Aro... that's 4/10. I just need to pull one more, which can prob come from RTP or Luca... and I don't think Willow/Allie are getting 5 votes so ! LA maybe, but Lex and Jacob are pretty much gone, and Johnny... who knows. But it's been a wild fuckin ride from food poisoning to 2 idol plays to 2 individual immunities to the final fuckin three. Hosts, miss willow, miss allie... it's been a wild ride. Good luck and good RIDDANCE

FINAL 3!! I never thought I would make it this far, I know Im not gonna win but I had a blast thank you!