#• the eve (ooc)

[wizarde-van]

stopped everything today because zilla's branch-wand broke and he was dead set on finding a new one. as any self-respecting wizard would be. however we have been in santalune forest for 4 hours and i am covered in bugs

[gloomingstar]

[sunatobi]

what do i even say at this point.

[gamebunny-advance]

Powerpuff Girls

[askcometcare]

okay kc we need the holy trinity now. scrapeve ship in 5 mins. /nf

OOC: the holy trinity of cometkid ships is complete (at least, until we meet marco's bf)

[jack-merridoomed]

fireworks

Simon has one last hallucination.

secret santa for @sunfiltersthroughwillowleaves i hope you enjoy (sorry for this being the literal latest ever) merry lotfmas 💗💗

It really hurt. He couldn’t specify which body part was in most pain. He couldn’t tell you whether this was a dream or not, fading in and out of consciousness. It wasn’t like it mattered. The excruciating pain wouldn’t go away no matter what. 

Simon was going to die. The realization hit and a choke up sob escaped him, sending another wave of pain through his body. He couldn’t recall exactly when the other boys had disappeared. He remembered being attacked, the stabs of pain until the world went black, he thought it would be over then but his eyes kept opening again and again. The tide was coming in, and he could hear waves crashing behind him in the night. 

He wished they would come back, he clung to the small possibility that Ralph- or any of them would realize he was still breathing and come back. 

“...Simon?” 

The wounds in his neck would not allow him to turn his head but his eyes darted to the sound of the voice. Just out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a figure creep closer. Even in the dark, he could recognize the boys fair hair a mile away. 

Ralph. You came back for me? 

He didn’t speak, the only thing he could manage was a gasp that made him uncomfortably aware of the iron taste in his mouth. 

“Simon, what happened to you?” It sounded like he was minorly inconvenienced. Ralph knelt down next to Simon with a huff. He patted a spotch of blood in the sand and sifted it through his fingers. 

They attacked me. They thought I was the beast. 

Ralph wiped away a tear on Simon’s cheek (he didn’t realize he had been crying).

“I mean, can you blame them? Better safe than sorry.” He flicked away another one of Simon’s tears. 

“I wish I could patch you up. But we don’t have any bandages.” Ralph leaned in closer and Simon could not see a single spot of blood on him. Still perfect, spotless even next to him. How strange, he had been at the feast hadn’t he? He should be covered in blood, Simon’s blood. He didn’t want to believe it, but out of the plethora of voices screaming at him, he could always pick out Ralphs. 

Kill the beast!  Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Do him in! 

“Would you stop?” The same voice. 

Ralph sighed and layed down next to Simon, whose bleeding out had not stopped, “If you don’t want me to be here, just say it.” 

Simon was getting confused. Why was he being mean? He was at the feast, and he’d argue that was a pretty fair thing to be mad about. 

“I was not at the feast! Look, I’m clean! And I’m not idiotic enough to go to the feast. God, Simon, how could you think that?” 

Huh? 

“Anyways, don’t you just love the ocean sounds?” He rolled around in the sand, an action Simon was unable to copy due to the several wounds in his body. 

But you were at the feast. I heard you. 

“I wish it was morning, I could listen to the birds sing, and no littluns would be awake yet. I could just sit and watch the ocean, and wait for a boat to come.” 

You hunted the beast. You attacked me. 

“You know, i used to do it every morning with dad, we lived near a lake, so we would go and watch the sunrise and I was still a kid so I’d fall asleep watching, and he’d carry me back. Until he left again.” 

Ralph, please. There’s still time. Let the others know there is no beast, we’re the beast. There’s a dead man on the-

“Ha! 'We're the beast!' Are you even listening to me? Or are you just going to continue on your batty rambles?” He sat back up and peered down at Simon. “I’m trying to share a heartfelt story with you.” 

He put the back of his hand to his forehead in mock distress, “Alas, it’s not your fault is it? It’s never poor, crazy, Simon’s fault, is it?” 

He knew Ralph mocked him. He heard the whispers to Piggy about how he would wander to god knows where doing god knows what. But this felt unusually cruel. He felt tears prickle at his eyes again, but not because of the physical pain this time. 

Stop.

Ralph turned to lay on his stomach and started to toy with the sand. “I feel like I’m the one carrying this conversation. Would you please say something?” 

I’m dying. 

“When I die, I want a tragic funeral with fireworks at the end. Everyone’s going to cry and then they’re all going to be in awe.” 

Fireworks? 

“You know, the blasts of sparkle in the sky they put out during bonfire night?”

I know what fireworks are. Why would you want to see them at your funeral? 

Ralph grinned, “Why not? Just to add some charm to such a horrible event.” 

He had always loved that. Charm even in the worst possible situation. A firework in a funeral. A Ralph stranded on an island. 

“Do you get it now?” 

Yeah. I get it. 

“It’s pretty sad. You’re not going to get a funeral.” Ralph sighed. “I guess I can light some fireworks for you if you want.” 

What?

“Well, if you insist.” Ralph pushed up from the sand, and brushed himself off. 

His heart hadn’t been stabbed, yet it ached as Ralph left. Couldn’t he stay? Just a moment longer? Just until the pain was over?

Where are you going? 

“Getting you fireworks.” he turned and started towards the woods. Simon tried to get up, tried to reach for him, but his body wouldn’t allow him. He uselessely scrapped the sand, only making it more bloody.

Wait. Please don’t go. I don’t want to die alone. 

Ralph turned back to him, Simon could make out a warm smile on his face. 

“Quit being batty! You’re not going to die!” 

With a final chuckle, he turned and walked away, a slight eagerness in his step to go get the fireworks.

He prayed to see them. At some point during the night, for the reassurance that Ralph left him for something. That he wasn’t worth the empty night sky. His blood had been seeping out for hours, almost as if God refused to let him die. 

Ralph had promised fireworks. But there would be none.

A shadow appeared, and for a moment, Simon thought he might see the boy, the one he had trusted, the one who had led them, even if Simon had never fully understood him. But as the shadow drew closer, Simon’s heart sank. It wasn’t Ralph. It never was.

The figure crouched beside him, laughing softly as it touched his bloodied cheek. Simon’s mouth was dry, but he tried to speak, tried to say something—anything—that would make it stop, that would make it different. But the words died in his throat.

“Don’t worry,” the figure said, its voice cold and familiar, “you’re not alone. We’re all here.”

Simon’s eyes fluttered, and for a moment, he thought he saw the ocean, the moon, the sky—something beautiful.

But then it was gone. The figure rose, turned, and left him there. Alone.

The waves continued to crash, but Simon couldn’t hear them anymore.

@lotf-secret-santa (sorry for the tag so late !)

[coldjustness]

Of all my time in the Tumblr RP defending women who can be absolute BITCHES, I never thought I'd see the day where I defend the bitch inside of someone.

[mad-hunts]

hey, y'all — i just wanted to take a moment to say merry christmas and happy holiday's! i appreciate you all SOOO much and i hope you all know that, going forward into the future new year, that i wish nothing but happiness as well as good fortune for all of you beautiful people ❤️ but yeah... eat, drink, and be merry y'all if you celebrate christmas!! and don't forget, y'all are very worthy + you can do anything that you put your mind to, even if it seems hard in the moment... you may just have to hang in there for a bit.

[starrysnowdrop]

Happy Patch 7.1 Eve!

Today is the day before the launch of patch 7.1, so I wanted to give a reminder to everyone that I will be using the tags #dawntrail spoilers and #patch 7.1 spoilers for anything I will post and reblog regarding the new patch storylines and new locations and such. If I do write out any thoughts in detail, I will also be putting it under a cut just for extra spoiler protection.

Please remember to filter out the above tags to avoid any spoilers! And please use spoiler tags for any posts you might post or reblog as well!

Thank you so much, and have a happy patch 7.1 eve everyone!! 💖

[nuks]

man I want tomorrow to come fasterrr

[kylo-wrecked]

i don’t have an inspirational message to share and i don’t have a top list. 2024 was a challenge, 2025 will pose its own challenges. i’ll rise to meet them because i mean to find a way to live- not survive, live.

wishing you all the love in the world for the upcoming year; less ‘surviving,’ and more ‘living.’ 🖤

[agonizedembrace]

it's not fair i want this in tft so BAD HER LASHERS MAKE A HEART YALL!!!

[tenebriism]

// ... work is dead, and yet, I have 0 motivation. A terrible combination, really. Even the one liners are giving me problems.

So, instead, I'll let memes do the work for me. INBOX CALL. Usual rules, please specify a muse or fandom ( unless we have a dynamic we already write, or it's obvious ) or I'll likely skip and cycle back around. Keep in mind, I AM at work, so I cannot guarantee these will be done in a timely manner or completed in full. Thank you!

[matcha-b]

[justiceiswrath]

Alright muns I am making frozen pizza later and I GOT gummy worms you want some?

[askcometcare]

OOC: end of the second intro segment! we're just getting started! up next is the third intro segment! :3