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ralph he's literally got the conch can you show some respect please

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freddy's doing nothing on this island bruh 😭😭😭

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california plot: I didn't say it 😍😁 🏳️‍🌈 you didn't have to 😏😘🌈

hawkins & russia plot:

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Following the island- Ralph

Post-island Ralph enters a sort of dissociative state.

Days blend into each other. Every night is spent staring at a ceiling that yields no response to what he's discovered, and when he first comes home to his bedroom- to all his books in his bookshelf- he turns Coral Island face-down, where it's currently moulting in its dust jacket. He hasn't been to school in so long that the picturesque yellow-painted classrooms he grew up in have faded back into the grey expanse of his mind. His hands shake. He still can't look his father in the eye.

He writes feverishly in the hours when the fog fades; a man possessed. Books of scrambled, scrawled thoughts that drip off the page from his head to his desk, and in the morning the guilt washes over his body and he rips it all up, to begin the cycle anew.

His first meal at home is pig. He takes all of two bites before excusing himself from the dinner table.

At night, he stands by the sink and washes his mouth out until his front teeth bleed, and the water isn't clear but rust-brown, and his father's bedroom light remains on through the night as he sobs and heaves over white porcelain. They don't talk about it. What would there be to talk about; him, a naval officer, a man; with a son who is a coward? A little boy playing games?

When Ralph first goes back to school, he goes to a small school; a day-school, one his father never would have sent him to, before. It doesn't matter. He's out of there in less than a week. All it takes is one snide remark from a boy he's never met, pointing at a poor chubby kid who's sitting by himself at lunch, calling him Fatty, and Ralph blinks, and-

He never even knew Piggy's real name.

Never bothered to ask.

His hands shake. He can't breathe. His fists clench by his side as his mouth refuses to respond in speech, and he's dying and he's going to die here-

A nervous attack, is what the doctor calls it. Prescribes a long break by the countryside, maybe some physical exercise for him to work back up to his 'usual self'. Didn't want to go to school, did you? the man smiles at him, eye wrinkles crinkling, when Ralph's father has left the room for a moment. Here, I'll write you a note for the week. But-after this, no more games, you hear? Your father's got a lot on his plate, young man.

Games, a small part of Ralph's head repeats back to him, high and giddy. Fun and games. It's all fun and- silly games. The doctor's truth cuts like a knife. Ralph fought and he ran and he yelled and- I'm not going to play any longer- and he lost the game.

Ralph's hands sometimes shake so hard he drops the pencil he's holding. His hair is shorn short, and yet he still reaches up to swipe it off his eyebrows. The wound across his chest has healed, and it prickles every time he thinks of what happened. Long silences makes him uneasy, have him glancing over his shoulder. Predictably, a week by the countryside does nothing to change this. He doesn't know what he was expecting.

Something has changed, after all; and though he doesn't tell his father, all he can see from the corner of his eyes is Piggy; visualise the way his blood ran into the earth. When he closes his eyes the red leaches into his vision, and when he grits his teeth he can hear the snap of his friend's bones. Back on that island, when everything went wrong, all he used to remember was the way Simon had smiled on their first day; and how they had torn into him when he had smiled in the moonlight, that night.

The fog doesn't fade, but the nightmares begin. Boys he thought were his friends smile so that their teeth are bared, and a snake-thing winds in the trees above him, hissing and snarling at his wide-eyed stare. The wind is cold, and the ocean is colder. It's hell, he thinks, of a sort. Trying to survive on that island was hell.

Now, in his return to society, he's traded one hell for another.

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gen z au jack pulling up at school with a jbl speaker blasting fetty wap whenever he and ralph get into an argument send tweet

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if lotf was set in modern times which of the boys would fw twice

Simon probably.

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Evil Willy G: i HATE my country and piggy and simon are ALIVE also jack is STRAIGHT and i HATE my little pony

So true.

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oh HELL yes i love your art sm !!!🤑🤑🤑

random lotf modern/gen z au hcs

jack unironically speaks in brainrot. he's snivelling after getting emotional in an argument telling himself to 'lock in' out loud

when there's a bug in the classroom everyone either looks to simon or roger to get rid of it. but when this happens during choir practice the boys ALWAYS go to simon because roger cups the insect in his palms and chases the boys with it. he WILL drop it on you if you've pissed him off enough today (legend has it that's how jack sang his first c sharp)

simon wears the most HIDEOUS fits its insane. a stressed english teacher saw his 'sonc the hodge' t-shirt after a long day and proceeded to have a nervous breakdown

some underpaid teacher made roger a prefect and he tortures the year 7s by making them hit the griddy if they look at him wrong

piggy has an alt instagram account impersonating a grandma which he uses to stalk his opps

the school had to block the students from searching basically anything but the school site and wikipedia because the choir boys kept playing bootleg fnaf and crashing the computers

every time piggy talks to someone from his year on instagram their first conversation is always 'omg you used to be sooooooo irritating in year 7....like seriously NO ONE liked you...' and every time he has to take a deep breath and try not to blow them up with his mind

bootleg fnaf was actually the first thing to be banned by the school because jack kept telling the year 7s that pissed him off that freddy fazbear was real and that he would appear in their dorms if they didnt listen to him and they ALL fucking believed him. jack wasn't even trying particularly hard to lie he was just sick of them trying to jumpscare him

jack and roger cannot hang out with piggy simon and ralph in public and this is ONLY because the school photographer finds them every time. they are the happy diverse friendship group on the latest three issues and counting of the school brochure

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more random modern/gen z au lotf headcanons!!

piggy would def be that kid who goes allergy for allergy with you. you're allergic to dust? thats rough buddy. he's allergic to dust AND grass AND pollen. you can't have pizza because you're lactose intolerant? oh no. he ate peanuts when he was younger and almost DIED. so.

simon turns up for every lesson with all his stationery loose in his bag. there are like seventeen sheets in there from four different subjects. every time he runs through the corridors his bag obnoxiously rattles and every time he sits down for a lesson he spends 5 minutes rooting around looking for a pen.

simon is also the first to offer to lend a pen (quietly) and all the class heaves a sigh in dread because the next ten minutes will be him pulling random shit out of his bag. one time he pulled a whole box of chocolates but had NO pencil. it's a dark day in england when any of the choir boys have to rely on simon for stationery

every time the choir boys are at a school-mandated event they have to sing for (like SPORTS day of all things. their headteacher hates them) jack turns to simon with a heavy sigh and says 'you know. nobody would hate you if you fainted right now'. the others also use him as their escape plan; maurice tries jumpscaring simon in an attempt to get him to pass out, meanwhile roger behind him is just whispering under his breath 'faint faint faint faint' like a subliminal. NONE of them know how fainting works 💔💔💔

littlun year 7s with their MASSIVE backpacks with EVERY book from EVERY subject at ALL times running around in hallways and knocking piggy over. jack finds this the funniest thing in the world and says piggy is 'one of them'.

simon does just end up passing out at the events he's really freaked out for and they all still poke fun at him for it. it's all part of jack merridew's foolproof plan anyways (ie. give the kid a solo in the song you really don't want to perform, and have no back-up plan. boom! now you don't have to sing imagine dragons in front of the whole school!)

there's graffiti all over any of the desks that the boys work at; jack obnoxiously writes his initials in calligraphy to the point where there's more desks with his initials than without. ralph uses his ruler to saw at the edges of the desk absent-mindedly like he's 9 years old. piggy draws smiley faces in pencil so he can smudge them away when a teacher comes over. simon doodles in pen at the very corners of the desk so his arms are always ink-stained

every lesson, sam and eric argue over who can draw better and make a point of drawing cartoon versions of themselves on each other's sheets. this means they get in trouble every other lesson. (this is, however, more to do with the fact they end up squabbling and trying to scribble out the other's bad caricature, eventually tearing their worksheets and disrupting everyone else. every teacher is sick of their shit)

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Was drawing Ralph and decided, yeah, he seems like a moth guy. Simons there too. I think they would both like moths.

( I don’t remember half of the actual descriptions of the characters… erm, so this half what was described in the book and half what I see other people do… I also accidentally made the moth absolutely massive. whoops. )

( Lord of The Flies, how I love you. )

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pov ralph yells at you for letting the fire go out

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can’t believe this is the shit i spend my time on

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guys what if he had whatsapp

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hello folks please drop some lotf characters you want headcanons of below 😊😊😊😊😊😊 or drop me an ask about aus 😊😊😊😊😊 i am on my unemployed hustle 😊😊😊😊😊

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saw @theymightbeclerics do this but british so i had to make the byler rain fight but in shakespearean:

thou hast marred the entire merriment—and for what, pray tell? to trade thy spit with some witless wench?

el is no fool nor wench! 'tis not mine own fault thou tak'st no delight in maids.

hark, good sir, i mean not to play the knave. but what did thou think? that we should idle in my cellar evermore, tossing dice and chasing fancies till our dying day?

aye...perhaps i did.

@/theymightbeclerics thank you for starting the trend

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random lotf modern/gen z au hcs

jack unironically speaks in brainrot. he's snivelling after getting emotional in an argument telling himself to 'lock in' out loud

when there's a bug in the classroom everyone either looks to simon or roger to get rid of it. but when this happens during choir practice the boys ALWAYS go to simon because roger cups the insect in his palms and chases the boys with it. he WILL drop it on you if you've pissed him off enough today (legend has it that's how jack sang his first c sharp)

simon wears the most HIDEOUS fits its insane. a stressed english teacher saw his 'sonc the hodge' t-shirt after a long day and proceeded to have a nervous breakdown

some underpaid teacher made roger a prefect and he tortures the year 7s by making them hit the griddy if they look at him wrong

piggy has an alt instagram account impersonating a grandma which he uses to stalk his opps

the school had to block the students from searching basically anything but the school site and wikipedia because the choir boys kept playing bootleg fnaf and crashing the computers

every time piggy talks to someone from his year on instagram their first conversation is always 'omg you used to be sooooooo irritating in year 7....like seriously NO ONE liked you...' and every time he has to take a deep breath and try not to blow them up with his mind

bootleg fnaf was actually the first thing to be banned by the school because jack kept telling the year 7s that pissed him off that freddy fazbear was real and that he would appear in their dorms if they didnt listen to him and they ALL fucking believed him. jack wasn't even trying particularly hard to lie he was just sick of them trying to jumpscare him

jack and roger cannot hang out with piggy simon and ralph in public and this is ONLY because the school photographer finds them every time. they are the happy diverse friendship group on the latest three issues and counting of the school brochure