#lotf writing

[hauntingkiki]

I’ve been working on this and a few other chapters for this for a few days and I just wanted to see if people would be willing/interested in reading the full thing when I’m finished!!:}

This IS the full ‘beginning’ chapter for the book I plan on publishing (on wattpad 😶) at some point, and there will be more information about this when the book is finished!:D

A New Beginning

Ralph x Reader

Lord of the Flies

2nd POV

You bit your lip harshly, holding back tears as your bottom lip quivered against your teeth. You let go of Molly's hand, rubbing your eyes with your uniform sleeve as the tears finally spilled from your eyes.

Molly softly gasped and gently tapped your shoulder, her eyes wide as she glanced around at the faces that watched the two of you in what looked like awe.

Pulling the sleeves away, your puffy eyes went wide at all the eyes that were on the two of you.

Boys. All boys; ranging from ages of 7 years old to 16 years old.

Embarrassed, you walked a few steps whilst keeping your attention on the floor as you took a seat not too far away from where you stood. You sighed heavily, watching Molly take a seat next to a pale ginger, dressed in a black cloak with a matching hat out of the corner of your eye.

The boy that sat to your left exhaled loudly, shifting around in his seat when the engines roared loudly outside. He squeezed his eyes shut, flexing his hands as the plane started to pick up speed slowly.

Faintly turning your head, you watched as the boy squirmed uncontrollably in his chair. You hesitated a hand out to him before sucking in a breath and placing a hand atop of his.

His eyes shot open at the contact, the two of you staring into each others eyes for a moment before he swallowed thickly, nodding his head quickly and vaguely as he spoke. "T-thank you." He gasped out quietly, wiping his brow with his left uniform sleeve. He slowly rotated his hand that was underneath yours, allowing you to intertwine your fingers with his.

Nodding, you gently squeeze his hand. "It's not a problem." You reassured warmly, smiling softly at him as you felt his body slowly relax.

The boy seemed to be around 15, he had somewhat deep smile lines that complimented his lighter tan skin perfectly.

He had a few freckles that coated his skin; a few on his cheeks, a blotchy one near the outer corner of his right eye, and a few on his neck and hands (that were noticeable to the naked eye).

His eyes were a beautiful hazel color- blue-gray color speckled around as well when the sun hits his eyes just right.

His hair was neat and well kept, his bangs slightly pushed back with gel, but not too much, just enough to where some of the pieces were slicked back. Some of the pieces fell back in front of his face, making him run his left hand through his hair every few minutes. It was a light dirty-brown color, not too blond and not too brown either.

The boy tensed back up as the plane took off, gripping your hand tightly as he shut his eyes again.

You turned your head towards the boy, watching as he flexed his left hand as he took deep, quick breaths. You shifted in your seat, turning to the boy the best you could, making his eyes flutter open as he felt your hand shift around in his grasp.

The two of you made eye contact, not looking away as the plane continued to incline, rumbling slightly from the engines and the turbulence. "I'm Y/N." You intruded, smiling warmly at the boy in hopes it'll take his mind off of the bumpy flight. "Y/N L/N."

He nodded faintly before nodding at a noticeable pace, wearily smiling back at you. "I'm Ralph." The blond introduced. "Ralph Hudson."

You beamed with a smile, tilting your head to the left so your head was leaning on the seat you were sitting in. "It's nice to meet you, Ralph." You gushed, moving some hair out of your face. You faintly heard him mutter a 'you too' under his breath, his gaze on his lap. "Do you have any hobbies?"

The boy perked up, his eyes slightly sparkling at the question. Even though he was popular at his school, no one really asked him personal questions; sure he'd get asked 'How's your day', 'What are you doing over the weekend?' And 'You're in track and basketball, right?' But, no one ever asked a question like that before.

He hesitated for a moment, his cheeks flushed nervously before he spoke. "I do track and basketball..." He started, clearly not knowing what else to say. "...I also like to draw with my older sister."

You gasped lightly, placing your right hand atop of your other hand and his, startling the boy slightly. "No way! You have a sister?" You cheerily asked, making him softly smile. "Do you have any other siblings?"

Ralph nodded. "Yeah, my mom's expecting so, I'm going to be a big brother." As he spoke, he slowly got more comfortable, his demeanor getting brighter as he rambled on. "Oh! My dad's in the Navy, he's out keeping us safe! So, it's just been my sister, my mom and me."

You nodded excitedly, also relieved that he's not anxious about the flight anymore as well. "That's cool!" You laughed, the two of you nodding in sync.

A grin made its way onto his lips, sighing with a faint chuckle at the end. "What about you?" He asked, fully turning his body towards you like how you were. "Do you have any siblings? What's your family like?- if you're comfortable with answering."

You hummed in thought, thinking for a moment. "Well, it's just my mom, my older brother and I as well." You shrugged slightly. "My dad's always away for business; he works for a BIIIGGG company." You waved your free hand around, emphasizing the 'big' aspect.

He hummed in agreement, running a hand through his hair before peering around the plane. His eyes landed on Molly, pointing to her with his free hand, he quirked a brow towards you. "Who's she?" He asked curiously, remembering that the two of you came into the cabin together; hand in hand.

You whipped your head over to the girl, smiling brightly and getting ready to call her over before it slowly fell, your brow raising at her.

Molly and the ginger laughed loudly with one another, Molly trying to calm herself down before laughing again as the teen joked at her.

You turned back to Ralph, shrugging slightly as the two of you chuckled at the interaction. "She's one of my closest friends, her name's Molly." You introduced her, waving your free hand slightly.

Ralph nodded faintly, smiling. He went to open his mouth before the plane shook violently, a loud crash booming outside.

Everyone on the plane screamed, some of the boys flying into the isle since they didn't put their seatbelts on. Yells and cries erupted in the plane, everyone not knowing what was going on.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" A voice called out, followed by a younger voice wailing loudly.

A boy a few rows in front of Ralph and you glanced out the window, his black, almost tight curled hair pressing against the glass and his face. He gasped loudly, peeling away from the window before sitting up on his knees to see everyone in the cabin the best he could. "WERE GOING DOWN!!" He called out, making everyone scream in terror.

Your eyes with wide, screaming as your right hand gripped on the armrest as you felt the plane quickly decline. You froze, snapping your head towards Ralph as he gripped at your hand tightly, his nails digging into your skin. You glanced out the window with a gasp, leaning forward and over the boy to shut it so he couldn't look out. "Don't look out the windows, Ralph!" You spoke over the screaming, getting back in your seat.

He nodded violently, taking quick breaths as he shut his eyes. 

The plane tilted side to side as it made its way down towards the water, the right wing crashing into a coral reef, causing the plane to harshly crash into the ocean.

One of the boys stumbled out of his seat. He made his way over to the emergency exit, turning to you all as he shoved his black curly hair out of his eyes. "Come on! We have to go!"

Everyone quickly unbuckled, running out of their seats and over to the boy.

He opened the emergency door, water rushing in as the plane slowly sank into the ocean.

"Wait! Where's the captain?!" A boy around your age gasped, fixing his glasses as he glanced around for the man.

“Uhh, guys?” One of the younger boys called out, turning away from the open door to the captain’s pit. “Captain Benson isn’t responding!”

A boy standing next to the ginger and Molly gasped, gripping at his black hair with wide eyes. “WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?!” He wailed, turning to the auburn haired boy and shook him violently by the shoulders.

Ralph held his hands out slightly, calling out to everyone so their attention was on him. He perked up as you whistled with your fingers in your mouth, catching everyone’s attention. He smiled with a sparkle in his eyes before turning back to the boys. "You guys go, I'll get Benson out." Ralph commanded, jerking a hand towards the open door while heading to the captain's pit.

The boys listened and swam out, Molly and you getting lost in the bunch.

You swam to the surface, coughing and spitting out salt water as you flailed your arms and kicked your feet back and forth to keep yourself afloat. "Ralph!" You called out amongst the other kids screaming and crying, looking around you at the swimming children, trying to find a familiar face. "Molly!"

"Ralph went under to get Captain Benson!" A younger voice called out to you, making you turn to the boy who had a mulberry mark blotched by his left eye and down his left cheek. "The captain slipped out of his grasp when he was coming up for air!"

Nodding faintly, you gulped a big breath of air before dunking your head back under the water. Opening your eyes, you faintly saw two bodies a little bit away from you. You threw your head back up to the surface, coughing slightly as you wiped away some of the water dripping down your face.

"Somebody help me!" One of the younger boys cried out, gurgling as he went under before bobbing back up again. "I can't swim!"

"Y/N!" A voice called out, making you turn your head to the culprit before sighing in relief.

"Molly!" You beamed, hugging her awkwardly as the two of you tried to stay afloat.

"Get away from the plane, it'll drive you under!"

"Have you seen Jack?!" She called out to you, looking around for a moment before turning back to you.

You stared at her, appalled by her question. "Who?!"

You had no idea who that was, your best guess was the ginger teen dressed in the black cloak she was sitting next to on the plane ride, but you weren't absolutely sure, but you kept the assumption in the back in your mind.

Voices lapped over one another, making it impossible for anyone to heard each another.

One of the boys tapped Molly on the shoulder, telling her something whist pointing in a direction.

The girl thanked the boy and swam off, leaving you slightly dumbfounded.

You called out for her, debating if you wanted to follow.

"Get the raft!" A familiar voiced yelled over the other voices, snapping you out of your stunned state.

"Ralph!”

"Y/N!"

You slowly made your way towards the boy, swimming through the boys before eventually getting to him.

His arms were looped under the captains, keeping the older man afloat since he was knocked out from the impact, blood trickling down his chin and into the ocean. He unlinked one arm before bringing you into a hug, sighing in relief as he dropped his chin on your shoulder.

You also hugged him back, noticing one of the boys diving under to get said raft the blond was talking about. You pulled away from the boy, brushing some of his bangs out of his eyes before turning to the loud, almost exploding sound of the raft.

Everyone made their way towards the raft, pushing each other up and into the float. The boys helped their friends get aboard, the raft moving to and fro as people flopped in.

You helped Ralph hoist Captain Benson onto the raft, the boys inside pulling him up before helping Ralph and you get in.

Molly caught you as you slipped into the raft, rubbing your back as you quietly sobbed into her soaked skirt, your body shaking from the cold, harsh wind that made the water stuck in your clothes feel like ice.

"Where are we supposed to go?!" The mulberry boy asked, slipping as he tried to stand.

The group muttered in realization.

Where were you all supposed to go?

Two identical boys held oars that were in the raft, glancing at one another before gently play fighting with one another.

Hissing, Ralph held his wrist, blood dripping into the raft. He didn't even realize the injury due to his adrenaline, but since he was able to rest in the raft with ankle deep water, the pain was noticeable.

The boys groaned in disgust, collectively "eww"ing at the blood as it mixed with the salt water underneath them, the red liquid diluting and becoming diaphanous as it rolled around, spreading.

You grabbed your skirt and pulled, ripping at long piece at the bottom.

Molly watched you with intent, glancing up to who you assumed was Jack before the two shrugged at one another.

The boy with the round, thick glasses opened a first aid kit, you assumed he grabbed it before evacuating the plane. He pulled out a gauze, helping Ralph tie it around his wrist to stop the bleeding for now.

Ralph noticed the fabric in your hands and sat down next to you, smilingly wearily at you.

You smiled back at the boy when he plopped down at your side, taking the torn fabric and using it as a sling, tying the two ends behind his head.

The blond exhaled, moving his arm around in the sling so his arm laid comfortably. Once his arm was comfortable, he gently leaned onto you, shutting his eyes as the adrenaline rush ended.

One of the boys, dressed in a short black cloak and matching black hat, gasped, leaning forward while cheering excitedly before the others joined in, rowing towards their new discovery.

You stretched your upper body up as far as you could, trying not to disturb Ralph who was on your side. Your eyes caught a faint glimpse of what you all were heading towards, grinning slightly, you turned to Ralph who quirked a brow up to you. "Land." Was all you were able to croak out.

[tshost]

ahhh long time no post island😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 ar ar arar ar. rest under cut

@beastswinethief 👈👈👈👈👈👈👈. au guy

[thecomfywriter]

BRUH

daily word count: 9409 words

OR IN OTHER WORDS???

I FINISHED MY BOOK?

GUYS

GUYS

GUYS

i deadass started at 40-42k (i dont remember the exact number lmao L) ON DECEMBER 17th.

HEHHHH

AND NOW I'M DONE????

wild. turns out i am capable of immense focus and remarkable achievement if i apply myself. wild.

[iwannascreameurekaa]

why is the musical adaption of lotf a comedy. where in the book is comedy ????

[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 !)

[beelzebubgaylord]

I’m officially not into LOTF anymore. Its just been a while since I’ve gravitated toward it and I lost interest

Anyway, LOTF AU where there were marijuana plants on the island and the boys would pick them, dry them on the fire, and roll them up into smokeable joints followed by Ralph holding an assembly to discuss all the smoking while the potheads look at him with redshot eyes

[colorfulcowboykingdom]

I am stronger than you give me credit for

[multishipperbish]

i've seen someone headcanon jack to have a little sister and decided i love the thought. so i just HAD to break out of art block at 2 am and draw a shitty little doodle about it

[thatsgazebo]

Lord of the Flies: the Musical

[yuttikkele]

OUR FINAL ESSAY FOR MY ENGLISH CLASS IS TO WRITE A “what happens next?” LORD OF THE FLIES FANFICTION you won’t BELIEVE how relieved I was I threw my hands up in the air

[lovelylas-blog]

give me your ralmon headcanons rn

[lilacs-echoing]

can you write a little one shot of Jack going to therapy please 🙏 (begging on the floor rn)

hi this is my first time writing jack which is actually a lil hard because even tho he is witewawwy me i rarely act this disrespectful to therapists.

its only 450 words thank yewww vvvv

The therapy office walls are truly offensive this time around. I glance downward at my hands; sunburnt, peeling, stained. Any longer in this sterile room and I’ll start to pick at them. If only I’d known fame comes with dirt under your fingernails. 

The door opens up and in comes today’s doctor. Blonde headed and taller. Eyes a horrible, seafoam blue.

“Jack, is it?”

“Merridew,” I make sure my voice is sharp enough to command, like a knife. “My name is Merridew.” As he’s settling in, I take a glance at his clipboard. He makes one sharp strike through my first name at the top of the page. The satisfaction settles in slightly. There is a drop of brown at his collar, still wet.

“I hear you were one of the boys-”

“If you want me to talk, make sure you’re presentable first.” I jab my index finger out towards his collar. He glances down, dumbfounded. The man looks back at me, then at the tissue box on the table.

“My apologies… Merridew. I was on my lunch break.” The defeat in his voice is almost palpable as he dabs at the stain. I nod silently, avoiding his gaze. “As I was saying, I’ve been informed you were one of the rescues from that…” He gesticulated, searching for a word. “Plane crash.”

I pick some grime out from under my nails. “I played a big part in that rescue. My fire got us found.” I can even sense the irritation in my voice. Why spend time on small talk?

“The forest fire?” He takes a bored sip from his coffee cup. Now, I can feel my blood boiling against my ashy skin. 

“Why, it did the job, didn’t it?” My voice rises into a shout. How dare he look down on me? When I saved the rest of the pathetic whelps, when I was the one who created order, when I was the hunter?

Again his pen moves, making gentle strokes on his paper. He pauses for a moment, setting down the clipboard and folding his hands together slowly. I can feel those horrible blue eyes burning into me. Before he speaks, I am asserting myself once more.

“I’m not telling you anything. I’m leaving.”

He opens his mouth, his lips moving slowly to form words. “By all means, Merridew, if you are dissatisfied with my care-”“I’m dissatisfied with you.” My time is better spent elsewhere. I rise from the seat, pushing his coffee cup off the table. It makes a shrill sliding sound and falls to a satisfying crash. The coffee pools outward to touch my shoe; I have already rejected its warmth on my way to the door.

[luminary-of-the-marz]

Simon I drew while at my friends

(It says “don’t kill me, but here’s what the voices in my head said” if you can’t read my hand writing)

[thecomfywriter]

OH ITS EVAN DAYYYY

Gives him the most spectacular jeweled necklace that shines like a rainbow in the sunlight

I had to, anyways. He is gem boy. He is..tragic girlfriend boy. He is THE EVAN

What’s his dream home? Would he prefer to live in peace? (Please give him some peace..) who’s his favorite person and who does he dislike the most? Can I give him pie too. What’s his favorite dessert?

And what’s his spirit animal

hi hi! i'm a day late, forgive me... BUT I'M FINALLY DOING ASKS AGAIN INSTEAD OF WRITING WOOHOOO

a win.

anyhow! this is a fun one. hi smihi! let's get into it. :)

day seven of tcw's 12 days of askmas--evan's ideal life [coe spoilers??? heh??]

alrighty! first of all...

He is..tragic girlfriend boy.

not yall dogging on my boy 🤡

ANYHOW.

let's get into the questions portion of the ask.

(1) what is his dream home:

i think anywhere where he is surrounded by family who loves him would be his first answer but then, if you insisted he answer properly with a legit house, he'd describe the mountains of ividor, where the coastline of kehm's heavenly waters (the iconic beach where that one evan-faer scene happens oop-) and hellash's base lies on the other side. it's surrounded by lush forests (the non-cannibalistic kind) and has a river that travels up the mountain and down the other side. aqueducts bridge the water from the mountain to soilaila, so tall structures tower over the entire lands in a romantic architecture that adds to the city rather than takes away from its natural beauty. and, of course, the prayer's peak where he rides up to every morning and watches the sunrise would be his favourite place to rest, which lies nearby the cave of glowing crystals as rare and sparkly as glittering stars.

that's not where he ends up living though lmao L

(2) would he prefer to live in peace? please give him some peace...

LMAO OF COURSE. that's all he wants. in terms of where evan actually ends up living and what his life post-lotf series looks like, you'll be happy to know he lives at "the heavenly crossroads" in a place you guys don't know about yet, where "the golden palace" is also called "the healer's palace", aka the home of khos ja evan-yozar.

and oh my GOD it's beautiful. literally, stunningly gorgeous. you only find out about this place when fdryx ends up getting hospitalized there, and as he roams the halls during golden hour, he realized why they call evan's home the crossroads of manyar itself.

so yes, he gets peace. takes him a while, but he gets there eventually. evan is probably one of my only ocs who lives happily ever after (oops).

(3) who is his favourite person and who does he dislike the most?

his favourite person would be noctem, his manny/his family, or bimyllis, who is like a motherly figure to him. his least favourite person is probably sebastian (lmao L).

(4) can i give him pie? what's his favourite dessert?

well... see... that's complicated lmao.

for the first 5 years of evan's life, he would have answered with fruits, specifically the kespian berries that they give him on a platter during the summer (i think the scene where he canonically eats them while lounging is actually a deleted scene now womp womp). and post-lotf series, he would probably answer with kespian berries again, but this time drizzled in broopasha syrup and alongside sliced up oranges.

HOWEVER...

if we're talking about the majority of evan's series? bro hates food. can't stand it. refuses to eat. to the point where he tries to learn how to photosynthesize to avoid consuming anything edible. he literally despises eating.

(5) what's his spirit animal?

my immediate answer was hawk. i don't know why. he has a pet hawk--maybe that's why. his pet hawk is animated fire, so it sleeps in a torch and has no flesh, bones, or organs. he's just fire.

thanks for the ask, smihi!

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[kidddoz]

howdy partner!

Since the lotf cowboy au is going great (12 chapters so far, 1/3 done), I guess it's time to draw some doodles about it! I won't spoil too much, we're only startinnnnn

PD.: If you still have ideas or headcanons and want me to include them, please let me know! This project is by and for the lotf fandom, so everyone gets a saying in this :D

[jack-merridoomed]

since its lotf 70 year anniversary i have a little something for you guysss when i get back from work