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hauntingkiki · 9 months ago
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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
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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.
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tshost · 3 months ago
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ahhh long time no post island😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 ar ar arar ar. rest under cut
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@beastswinethief 👈👈👈👈👈👈👈. au guy
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thecomfywriter · 1 month ago
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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.
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idkuhhh-11 · 17 days ago
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I gave in. Lotf oc
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I haven’t decided anything about him thematically yet because I stink at writing so for now he’s just a silly little fella
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He likes bugs, his favorites are pill bugs or just any beetle
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iwannascreameurekaa · 1 month ago
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why is the musical adaption of lotf a comedy. where in the book is comedy ????
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jack-merridoomed · 1 month ago
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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 !)
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beelzebubgaylord · 1 month ago
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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
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colorfulcowboykingdom · 10 months ago
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I am stronger than you give me credit for
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sisigull · 21 hours ago
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Hello lotf community, may I present Thai!Piggy
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Here’s a translation:
“They call me ‘Fat Pig’ but I hate that word so much. When will they finally call me by my actual name? Every time they call me that, it makes me want to die”
During the time when I first moved from Thailand to England was such a hard time for me. Even in Thailand I get bullied often but it’s even worse in England. They call me terrible words like “fucking immigrant” and “fatass bitch”. It’s kind of weird but all those cruel words makes me miss a time when they call me “e hie” and “e dok” because as cruel as it is, I still understood what they said. I think about it it everyday, how different my life would’ve been if I haven’t moved here.
(“E hie” is basically motherfucker in Thai and “E dok” is bitch in Thai)
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thegrinningghost · 3 days ago
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𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
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Hello!
You can call me Zip / Tio or just “the mod”
I use They/Any pronouns ( changes day-to-day, feel free to ask ) and I’m on the AroAce spectrum
I’m a writer, poet, sorta-musician, actor and a wanderlust dreamer
Oh! —and I’m starting to take writing requests!
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Fandoms I Write For :
✎ Epic The Musical
✎ Percy Jackson / Riordanverse
✎ Transformers (EarthSpark or One)
✎ Romeo & Juliet
✎ Lord of the Flies
<< List To Be Edited >>
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I also do RPs!
@thrpr0phetuseek — Tiresias
@the-greater-one — Greater Ajax
@oh-old-king — Nestor
@mightyheroes-tragictales — collection mythology blog
@oh-forsaken-muse — LotF OC
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Miscellaneous Things To Know About Me :
𖤓 Lover of mythology, history, and classic literature
𖤓 A big musical fan
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𖤓 Pagan, and attempting to learn witchcraft
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𖤓 Interested in photography alongside writing
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𖤓 Enjoys making jokes and using sarcasm / giving friends nicknames and digital hugs
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everettes-requiem · 6 days ago
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We hope you don't mind us talking to you.
[You jump in fright. That's- What is this creature doing here? At this hour? Goodness.. That thing utterly gives you the dreadful vibes, as if it knew everything that happened. Especially what happened today.]
Oh, Ainsworth.. We met, finally. You are second to Norman Alexander in terms of.. influence. But that doesn't matter, now, doesn't it? You do hate him afterall.
Now, we'll cut to the chase. You don't seem to mind to have a bit of.. company, do you? Or do you not like people seeing through your stupid mask you put up all this time?
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the forest was never a place of comfort on everette’s behalf. the trees were ever changing it felt like, it made even him feel a bit uneasy. the fact the sun was settling did not help and after what happened today, the forest held emotions that he’d rather not settle in his bitter heart. he never knew how some of the others practically seemed to live in it. it felt, unnatural, despite it being nature itself
perhaps some noise would be of comfort for once? no, save for the wind rustling the foilage and the sound of soft dirt underneath everette’s feet, it was quiet. though, as time went on, there was a faint chant going on in the far distance. “kill the pig, cut her throat, spill her blood” is what he could make out the words to be. over and over it was spoken, in perfect unison. the choir, only they had the capability to capture unity even in the most unstable and savage of words. they were no longer a choir now though, the hunters as they were now referred to, as they now acted as. everette saw them as nothing of the sort, to him they would always be merridew and his pathetic little followers, just this time they had on ugly hunter's paint. they were trying to hunt pig as they always do, stupid and foolish. they would never be able to catch one, at least that’s the belief everette held onto.
but, as suddenly as everette caught onto the mantra, it was drowned out by another. a collection of buzzing. now, flies weren’t out of the ordinary, especially not on an island such as this. a simple pest that could be swatted away with the wave of a hand, a vague annoyance, that was what a fly was. it was normal for there to be one, maybe a few. but, as the buzzing grew increasingly louder, everything else was made indistinguishable. that in itself made it clear that whatever this was, was anything but normal.
there was a swarm of flies, a mass of them that rivaled the amount of people at mass in church. their buzzing worked in tandem, almost akin to what the choir used to be. except, these harmonies and melodies weren’t holy, not in the slightest. almost as if their nauseating tune was made on purpose, created to replicate the sound of unbearable static. ignore them, make it so their whispers fall on deaf ears, keep going to where you’ll reach the sand and water of your haven. they are just flies, no matter how many of them surfaced from the ground or flew in the sky. but, why was there so many? why were they taking form of a human? of an adult? everette stopped in his tracks, watching the flies collect into one singular being. their buzzing amalgamated into words and then full on sentences that were understandable. it was so surreal, and yet it was all too real. it was standing in front of him, it was speaking to him. it was demeaning him. he didn't want to reply to it, surely if he did it'd only prove further that he was losing his mind here on this island of fears and fools. however, it felt like an obligation, it felt like he was being forced to speak. the words he wanted to keep repressed started to choke him and soon they came from up his throat and out into the suffocating air, almost like bile. hatred spilled from his lips because that's all everette knew, the act of cruel words and vices. it's what he sought for. "second? second?! to alexander no less! i'm not second to anyone. not second to alexander, not second to merridew, not anyone. hell, ‘hat implies that there was even a system of hierarchy to begin with. that they could possibly reach anywhere near me. that’s not the case, never was the case. they don't even deserve to be in the rankings. it's me, and then it's the rest of them. a bunch of asinine nobodies, that's what ‘hey are. expendable pieces of the bigger picture, discarded after the realization settles in that they aren't even needed. their very existence proves to be pointless. i'm better than them, i am better than all of them. no. i don't just hate alexander, my hate extends to each and every one of them. with how worthless they all are, ‘hey should be thankful that i at least feel something for any of them to begin with. i mean, look at all of them. i dont need any company, i don’t want any company, much less from you. you’re in my head, what company can you really provide if you are just a figment of my imagination? why do you sound so much like him? even here i’m not free from his judgement, from your entrapment! go away! i have nothing to hide, i have no use for this mask you speak of. i’m not like ‘hem, not like the boys who cover their faces in blood and colored paints to hide their sinful selfs! im pure, truly so, so leave me be!”
everette turned around, a simple act turned exasperating as he felt like his free will wasn’t his anymore, but instead in his grasp. his resolve did nothing to aid him, he only fell backwards and onto the ground. the flies dispersed throughout as he fell through them, as if they never took that form to begin with. some dropped dead to the floor, others taunted everette, treating him like he himself was a decomposing body. but others, they gathered around a pig head on a stick, feeding on the blood that dripped from it. how long had he been wandering and how disoriented did he have to be to not notice that he stumbled across this? it felt like something he shouldn’t be seeing. but, at least that was manmade, right? because certainly whatever that other thing was crafted long before man.
he wanted to call out for help, but who was he to ask for help? he never wanted help anyway, so why was he so desperate for it now? not like anyone would come, not like anyone would believe what he had to say. everette was alone, as he always had been. and who could he blame? no one except himself.
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ronispadez · 11 hours ago
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Hey guys this is a weird request but I'd like some help!
I'm Attempting to write lyrics for a punk song about Nazi Elon with Lord of the Flies symbolism. anyone got any ideas?
Im not good at lyrics, I'm just starting in my music lessons. Any help would be appreciated! (With song writing, lyrics, poetry, or good Lord of the flies analogies)
I wouldn't hurt a fly, but I'd cut off his arm
Watch as he bleeds, [something that rhymes with arm]
He cries and he cries, just to stay alive
But I'm no Simon, and he's no lord of the flies
Should it be the inverse? He's no Simon, I'm no lord? That's what I had originally but idk if it works in context with the book
Fuck Nazis and don't forget your daily click
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henrys-eulogy-aflame · 16 days ago
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heh remember that art i made? yeah its meant to go along with a fic i just finished
Here we go!! Some nice fresh ainsley <3
After a couple days of grinding, here we go! To the growing ainsley army: enjoy…? 👀
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thecomfywriter · 28 days ago
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Which god does Faer like most/worship?
oooo this is fun!
hi sol! thanks for the ask.
i feel like faer has three top deities from the zaverena that she worships:
arcyana (she’s an arcanic it’s kinda expected)
morohav (HEHHHHH yeah i know)
kaana (maybe. i’m inclined to believe this even tho it’s a headcanon more than anything)
she talks about morohav way too often and references his ballads enough that i’m convinced he’s one of her favourites. which is so goofy considering (a) what morohav is the god of, and (b) the plot of coe 💀
thanks again for the ask!
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multishipperbish · 7 months ago
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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
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thatsgazebo · 1 year ago
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Lord of the Flies: the Musical
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