Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
yall I rlly want to drop a fic abt Ralph’s introspection both during and after island bc there’s sm left to say and sm I can tweak and push and force into the forefront- most all, Ralph’s isolation
He’s friendly enough and probably has a history of being well liked. he can joke when he wants, and while he’s no genius, he’s no tool either
He’s had to have considered going buck wild just as the others did countless times
He’s had to have imagined it in dreams and mornings and meals spent picking at the flesh of fruit where the others tear apart pig with their teeth. Pig And Piggy
Because he sees a gleam in Jack’s eye that spells something knowing under all that wrath, and despite standing with Piggy he doesn’t even know his fucking name because he has that knack for social hierarchy and cruelty and he’d fit right in if he just allowed himself to
He had to have stared at the groups backs and know so so so intimately that he could saddle right on up and feel warm for the first time in a long time
post island ralph ilyyyyyyyyyy bc he’s repressed as all hell and then some
nope don’t look at the shadows that
raise ur hackles from ur peripherals or those dreams of fiery, finicky orange and strokes of deep, dripping red
Also! Ur Homo!
For… for the guy ur desperately trying to pretend isn’t stalking your subconscious/neg
so much fear and pain and hatred and exhaustion and pessimism, yeah get this man a box to scream in and five thousand beers pls
fear and hunger can also work as the name of a 2000s highschool comedy. that could be the angsty version of Mean Girls if they committed to the body shaming toxicity of their time and gave Cady anorexia just saying