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Jack baiting Ralph like he’s a moody cat and Jack’s the spineless indulging owner bribing him with a piece of expensive salami is soooooo funny bc he’s making the most outrageous requests with the held back exasperation of someone who knows they’re right- WHEN HES NOT
“Cmon. cmon stop being a damn patron saint and join my tribe alr. yes we killed two of your friends- how long are u going to be upset abt that?”
What a dick. My least favorite gay republican. GTFO
—> will be writing Jack centered fics
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
Scraping together enough coherence to over share abt my lotf au where Ralph finds a voice in either
A: a wise, serious older brother figure
or
B: a wise-cracking and numbskull peer
either way, both options are completely horrified at Ralph’s past and kind’ve beat chalance back into him
“Hm. That’s- not normal.”
or
“Ha! What The FuckTM.”
and it makes him like so angry because yeah. That wasn’t right, that wasn’t fair or justified or just ‘stir craziness’- that was fucking insane. and it wasn’t his fault. more than that, it was someone’s fault- it wasn’t a blameless, natural disaster or some sort’ve drunken mistake. it was cruel and it was unnecessary and it wasn’t his fault.
rule 63 lotf is cool bc sm sm sm sm social commentary. like the original alr had something to say abt gender and how the boys were molded by the war and their older male role models and how those ppl are involved in that war, but the ‘going animial’ must be so different from a female perspective, both bc of time period but also just the way the way girls care for each other interpersonally
like the boys shove out mean names and throw fucking rocks at each other, and maybe it’s meaner than usual but it’s still in the realm of normalcy
but could you imagine the betrayal Ralph feels with a Jack she could hug and fuss about and lean into without feeling deeply guilty abt it? A Jack she could be softer with, and a group she thought she could trust to foster community and care for one another- all that softness just to be hit with the same inevitable level of cruelty as canon?
Gah. Crushing.
the choir boys being the army and also madlads of the story is so funny bc like yeah band kids r chronic and yeah, ykw yeah, this checks out
doesn’t make it any less funny post island
“yeah those assholes hunted me down and tried to kill me”
“… those ones? doesn’t Merridew make passive aggressive comments to the teacher so he can tell on people without ac telling?”
“… yes. that’s- sigh- that’s yeah.”
love the casualness of post island jalph bc the history is so loaded and it just sits on the tail end of every pause of every conversations, like an old timely chaperone making sure nothing unseemly is afoot as two suitors court, and it’s so easy too
yeah, Ralph’s breath hitches when Merridew moves too fast or too suddenly, and his eyes get kind’ve buzzy when they enter the mess hall and Jack’s loaned a knife to cut up his breakfast, but they throw back airy insults like none of it even happened
sure, Ralph’s tone seems slightly sharper than strictly warranted, and Jack’s responding smugness reads more sadistic than good natured, but they still talk
They still hang out and sit where the other does and walks where the other’s going, so they must be close.
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
lord of the flies my fucking goat
Ik it’s obvious but they’re such dicks like they all dog pile on piggy for Fat. and the only nice fucker here is Simon, who’s described as Queer.
these r boys they’re all ragtag and assholes and lwk stupid asf but like they have the potential not be they just choose to be
All this to say, pls stop writing ralph as an angel or a little ball of sweetness or even as smart as piggy he’s just the same as the others, the only difference is that he can control his whims enough to value survival- he’s not all that exceptional
love jalph bc they completely bypassed the mandatory age minimum of mid thirties for toxic old man yaoi to commence and just skipped straight to the making eachother worse and war crimes at the prepubescent age of twelve
love a good old identity crisis in my blorbo/a
like yeah lmfao I have no idea what u r the world is what u make of it
it’s like watching their fishermen boat get swarmed by a thunderstorm in the middle of the deep sea
there’s literally no way to help this
“is all im good for xyz?” shit maybe
“could I exist any other way?” prolly not but idk maychance
“will I ever outrun my trauma?” yikes! holy anguish!
it’s a very entertaining spiral bc u literally can’t do anything to pull them outve this bc all their fears will always ring true on some level and the only solution is just not to gaf abt it so hard and they can’t so it’s like damn that sucks 4 u- want a coffee?
Jack and Ralph posterss
Hi looking for lotf mutuals thanks
I tried to be aesthetic with the shells or smth 😔😒
Old Lotf art I made
wdym the boys get off the island🤨
Some practice tweening
Ralph sketch on da homework
The squad was so vividly bad it drove Ralph CR詠ZY
I need help
So I want to purchase/read/experience the graphic novel of Lord of the Flies BUT as far as I know it is only in the UK and I’m in little ol AMERICA
So what does one do??
Amazon had no solution that wouldn’t cost 30$ and a month
sketchy pdf websites were believe it or not all sketchy
Internet Archive didn’t have it
Reddit had no answers for once
I’m too antsy to be having to do this in the beginnings of this hyperfixation AH
yeah i have no reason for this one
au where they don’t get rescued and now that Jack is chief with no competition, he reallllyyyy wants to be friends with Ralph again. but Ralph doesn’t gaf and lives to inconvenience Jack.
First time posting on tumblr hello :) my hand started hurting so the last panels look weird but whatever dude
ralph doodle!! whoever he's looking at is up for interpretation :P
hehe.. lotf oneshot, sort of jalph? idk how long it is + my writing might be iffy :((
“Jack.” The voice low and uninterested, yet the matter urgent.
The green eyes wandered upwards, meeting a pair hidden behind lenses. Jack's brows furrowed at the sight of glasses, and winced as the glass glinted with sunlight when Piggy moved his head slightly to the side.
As far as Jack was concerned, that move was on purpose.
“What's your problem?” The hunter scoffed, standing from his spot on the large, stable rock. He was slightly surprised to then realise Piggy had made his way up the rock just to address him. He held his spear tightly for a bit of comfort and support, perhaps even to reinforce the fact that he could impose harm. An unconscious action that left Piggy daring to roll his eyes.
“Ralph is missing. None of us have seen ‘im since yesterday afternoon.”
“And what am I to do about that?” Jack retorts, though he couldn't fight the worry he felt in his chest. It was nothing like Ralph to run off, that was clear to everyone.
“Well, you are a hunter, are you not?”
“Are you really suggesting I hunt him down?”
“Damn it, Jack, you could at least put yourself to use. Besides, tracking and hunting are different. Results are different anyway..”
Jack huffed and his eyes made contact with the forest, if Ralph hadn't returned yesterday, that meant he spent the night in the forest, or— wherever else he could've gone. That left him feeling sympathy for the boy he supposedly wasn't fond of.
“I ought to.. be off then, I suppose.” He murmured, more to himself than anyone else.
“Jack.”
“What?”
“Be quick. And.. careful.”
“Bugger off.”
Jack turned away, before pausing, a guilt lingering.
“I will.” He adds, his voice softer. With that, he climbed down off the tall rock, leaving Piggy with the burden of getting down without help, but then Simon appeared to be on his way anyway.
It wasn't hard to find the boy's prints, for Ralph had flat soles, none of the other biguns had those. Jack was pleased to see that the footprints were still relatively visible, even though he had to fill in the gaps here and there. By the looks of it, Ralph went for quite the adventure. Jack tore apart a bush which was already quite mangled from someone else passing through, though they were much more careful with the bunch of nature than Jack was.
Ralph laid on a tree branch high up, stomach down and back to the tree canopy. It was warm, and for once, he'd had a good rest, uninterrupted by the whining and kicking of littluns, or the whispered bickering of Sam ‘n Eric.
He stayed deep in rest, despite it being afternoon, drool lay at the corner of his lips, which were naturally parted as he slept.
There Jack stopped, where Ralph's footsteps ceased, and he furrowed his brows in frustrated confusion. Ralph wouldn't best him, he was the greatest hunter after all.
He brought his spear closer, his gaze closely examining the area, but it was only his footsteps and Ralph's. His stomach fluttered at the sight of their footsteps alongside one another.
Finally, he tilts his head upwards, catching sight of a restful Ralph, and a grin graces his lips at the sight. He'd found the hiding chief.
The spear fell to the grassy floor, and Jack placed his foot in the hold of a branch, grabbing a higher one, lifting himself upwards.
As he climbed, he slipped for a moment, and a soft squeal escaped scared lips. With unexpected quickness, he clambered higher and in a better spot. Ralph must have been well ambitious when he climbed this unforgiving tree.
Once settled on a thick branch next to Ralph's, he stayed quiet, examining an exhausted kind-of-enemy-kind-of-not. During their days in the sun, Ralph had developed some freckles on the bridge of his nose, a feature he and Jack now shared — despite him having many more than Ralph overall.
“Ralph..” The hunter whispered reluctantly, causing the other to hum lowly in a mix of sleep and consciousness.
“Ralph?” He tries once more, a bit louder but equally soft, laying his hand on Ralph's shoulder to indicate this was reality and no dream.
“Piggy?” A quiet, slurred murmur.
That left Jack with hurt in his chest and an upset frown on his face.
“Piggy, Piggy, Piggy.” He momentarily mocked, childishly, “God, Ralph, wake up!”
Then opened tired blue eyes, meeting contemptuous green ones.
“Morning to you too.” Scoffs Jack, turning his head away. He was better than Piggy. Why would Piggy ever climb a tree for— for Ralph..
Jack looks downwards as an understanding dawns on him.
“Why’d you find me?” Ralph mutters, flattered but unsure of the intent of this gesture. Jack opens his mouth to reply, but he realises he's about to say that boy's name again and stops.
“It… crossed my mind.” Says Jack instead.
“You think of me?”
“That's not what I said.”
“You implied it.” Ralph grinned, sitting up properly, he appeared pleased with the idea that Jack kept him in mind.
“It was Piggy's idea, alright? Now leave it be.”
“Oh. Piggy’s idea. Right.” Ralph's shoulders visibly sagged beneath the dirty grey shirt. A moment of silence allowed both of them to ponder quietly with averted gazes.
“Why didn't you come back? Planning on abandoning us, ‘chief’?” The redhead lightly insults.
“It's not like that!” He quickly retorts with furrowed eyebrows.
“Then what's it like, Ralph?” Jack leaned forward with low, simmering anger.
“‘Course you wouldn't know. You're not chief. You go out all day long and come back with nothing but more sunburn!”
“That's—” Jack stopped, finding no suitable reply, “You shut it!” He points with an accusing finger.
In that moment, Ralph remembered the first day they'd spent together, with Simon, and how they'd laughed together and been friends.
Jack was taken aback by the lack of response, and he drew his finger back into the fist he'd made.
“Ralph?” He gently asks, not sure what the meaning of the other's silence was. Now, both hands on the branch he sat on.
“Jack?”
“I don't know.” The three words oddly soft and solemn.
“I suppose we ought to get back to the huts. Things to get done back there.”
“We?”
“Come, Jack.” Ralph gestures with a nod of his head, already beginning to climb down the giant tree.
Jack watched Ralph swiftly descend, before attempting to do so himself, doing his best to copy what Ralph had done. Once more, he slips, but this time he finds two arms catching him without hesitation.
“You're alright, hm?” Ralph questions, allowing Jack to stand proper before releasing him. The hunter turned around swiftly with a red face.
“Yes!” He proclaims before he stormed off, forgetting the previously abandoned spear.
Ralph eyes it, grinning in amusement before picking it up for the other boy and catching up to him.
Lotf practice doodles to procrastinate
Merry LOTFmas to @jamijuice !!
Ahhhddh it was so fun drawing this + the lil sticker designs
hope you enjoy!!
@lotf-secret-santa
"they looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate." hits especially hard if you had that friendship breakup where you loved the other so much, you've been friends with them from the very beginning, but your views we're just too different to be ignored, and in the end even thinking about the other made the both of you mad and bitter
when you're at home with your mum and dad, you invited your friends over, you're having a dinner, you're eating warm food, and everything is great, but then the lamp starts looking weird
also this is probably how the whole plot looked like in jack's pov
So I found a conch bc I'm on vacation right now. I'm Ralph now, gotta go find a evil ginger to fight
