#abel lotf

[sisigull]

A lotf oc spread, if you will

From left to right

Ernst from @here-lies-ernst, Nancy from @the-dead-kids, Asa from @ask-asa-damon-lotf, Norman from @ask-norman-alexander-lotf

Ann from @the-diary-of-ann-dwight, Wilbur from @wilbur-holland-lotf, Jude from @white-wysteria, Kitt from @the-kitt-records

Abel from @ask-abel-lotf, Boat from @askboat, Leslie and Ronnie from @the-dead-kids

[everettes-requiem]

everette, while sensing abel’s growing anger, had pushed too far without even noticing it. that was one sorry mistake

the hit barely registered, his eyes immediately tearing up and black spots beginning to slowly cover his vision

he let out a small cry, followed by a gasp as the only thing stopping him from stumbling backwards and falling was abel’s hold on his ruffled collar

he breathed from his mouth, rigid and raspy. his hand came up to feel at his nose, the wet redness staining not only abel’s hand, but now everette’s

he winced. it wasn’t only bleeding, it was broken.

everette fell to the sand, looking up at abel who had decided this was enough for the time being. this was a sign of mercy, at least for now.

“i suppose we both proved our points” he muttered

but, as soon as abel turned his back and left, the tears that had once come from shock, had began to run down his cheeks as the adrenaline wore off. his vision ran poor

he breathed in and out, struggling to do so as they were out of place and rapid. he stared at his blood covered hand, the only thing he could see. he couldn’t hear anything, he couldn’t feel anything other than his heartbeat and the pain of his injury.

people must have seen, there must be at least someone watching him pathetically sit there after the bitter exchange. but he couldn’t get up. the only thing he could do was think. even if his thoughts were filled with one thing

what would mother think? he thought, no— he panicked. if she saw you like this, picking fights and biting off more than you can obviously chew.

would she abandon you too, everette?

@ask-abel-lotf re: the altercation

[bubos-apothecary]

"I understand Philip was left in your care reacently, I'm rather fond of him. If you ever need any help watching or caring for him, or any littlun really I'd be happy to look after them awhile."

"What you manage to do is really impressive, and while I don't know medicine, I do know children. I don't mind the busywork, and if it helps you in any capacity to do what you've been doing I'd be glad to."

"I don't mean to come off as if I don't trust you, I'd just like to offer my occasional aid, and a good word to miss Linwood of course. You and Nancy are similar in more than a few ways."

( @ask-abel-lotf )

Oh praise the Lord! I'm a physician, not a babysitter. How do people deal with kids? I swear, I can feel the cortisol flood my blood stream the minute I'm around those walking hazards! They're too sensitive for honesty as well. The littluns love Solanace; I really don't get that fellow.

See, that's the difference between him and I. Solanace is a nurse while I am a medic. My kindness starts and ends at treatment. I will not spoon feed you porridge and fluff your pillow. Ugh, I really ought not complain. 'Tis a pity I'm a man of my word.

Ah, would you really do that? I've been so busy I haven't found the time to talk to her. What kinds of things does she like? I've never met someone as cool as her! Oh, ah, don't take that the wrong way. I want nothing to do with whatever you two have.

...

Why are you being so nice to me? Is this some attempt to butter me up? If you're trying to get something out of me just spit it out, will you? I'm in no need of charity or pity, if that's what this is.

-🦉(@ask-asa-damon-lotf)

[ask-abel-lotf]

"You know, you're causing a really big commotion, thwacking folks like that in plain daylight.

You're lucky the island's not a schoolground, or else you'd be in big trouble, but there's still people around. Not me, I wasn't there, but word travels from anyone that was.

Everyone's going to think you're crazy psycho now, when they hear the story, you know? Not me, though, I think he deserved it. Who does he think he is, talking to me like that? You might as well have done everyone a favor, hopefully he learns to control his big ugly mouth now.

Why, 'm only thanking you. It'd be nice to get on your good side, because I'd like to keep my face intact. My mama told my papa once that I have a nice, cute little button nose. I wouldn't want some psycho to break it, right?"

- 🔪 ( @finscadetkids )

"Oh, you're Johnny right? I think I've heard Asa mumbling about you under his breath. You're friend's with the one who has been rumored to have a gun. I really have been meaning to introduce myself to the two of you, I really have. I've just been... Preoccupied."

"I figured people would talk, there doesn't seem to be much privacy on this island, someone was bound to see. I couldn't care less, Ainsworth had it coming."

"Perhaps he'll learn to keep your name along with my brother's name out of his filthy mouth."

<< Abel's face grew sour as Everette was brought up, he enjoyed the thought of Ainsworth about as much as a person would enjoy starting a fly. He didn't call him Ainsworth as a sign of respect, but because his tongue could not feel clean if that name was spoken from it. >>

"It is rather difficult to be on my bad side, and you're one of the more pleasant to talk to. Rest assured, I do not punch without reason and I don't seem to think you'd give me reason. Alas, your button nose is safe."

"My mother taught me that any man who belittles others for his own enlightenment is no man. That cretin is lucky he didn't speak ill on Nancy's name or perhaps he would've gotten more than a broken nose."

<< When Abel brings up Nancy his face softens, almost as if the mere thought of her made flowers grow in the darkest parts of Abel's being. His hands shift from stiff and rigged fists to soft and welcoming as they hung to Abel's side. The subtle shift in his body language showing the subtle comfort Abel was feeling. Then as quickly as his face softened, his eyes hardened. Looking almost as if they could wield daggers, anyone who knew Abel could tell that his mind was on Jude's 'warning'. >>

"I'll tell you this, though I don't know if it means much, I'll be in your corner. You're acquaintance. Just, introduce me to your friend."

"Do we have a deal Johnny?"

<< Abel offers his hand to the boy just shy his age, his face wasn't contorted in some wicked smirk, but a rather genuine smile. He didn't look down on the boy with annoyance or bitterness as some might, but with mutual respect. >>

( OC's mentioned; Asa Damon from @bubos-apothecary , Nicholas from @finscadetkids , Everette Ainsworth from @everettes-requiem , Nancy Linwood from @the-dead-kids and Jude Reeves from @white-wysteria )

[atlas-ponders]

Nanbel but it's the 60s and they're at a malt shop sharing a malt

Nanbel but Abel keeps putting in quarters and picking Nancy's favorite song on the jukebox and everyone else in the malt shop is kind of annoyed but Abel doesn't care because Nancy's dancing with him

Nanbel but Abel takes her to a roller rink to show off and falls flat on his face

Nanbel but Abel makes her mixtapes that she genuinely likes

Nanbel but they get to go on normal dates

[wilbur-holland-lotf]

"Hi Wilbur. The littluns seemed to enjoy the flowers you put in my hair. Some of them were a tad disappointed my hair wasn't long enough for braiding. I rather enjoyed them too, they made me feel at home. It felt nice."

"I hear you're rather intuitive when it comes to collecting fruit? If I helped you would you mind finding some for me?"

"I can only stand so much meat before I lose it."

"And you're rather pleasant to be around, you make it feel better than it is. Not everyone can say they're that delightful to be around."

( @ask-abel-lotf )

oh i’ve been making a basket from the reeds to collect more fruits in! i think i’ve found some berries that are edible… maybe you can help me gather them! i’ve found a few fruits i don’t know the names of, but franklin would be able to tell, easy peasy. they’re sweet like ice cream! or however i remember ice cream tasting, it’s been so long. my favourite flavour was chocolate!!!! oh right, the basket! it’s almost done and i suppose i can always ask a choir member for their cloak to soften the rough edges. maybe asa won’t need his….

asa (mention): @ask-asa-damon-lotf

franklin (mention): @ask-franklin-shepherd

abel: @ask-abel-lotf

[the-dead-kids]

The slightly familiar blonde boy offers Nancy a flower, slightly red in the face. It looks as if he's struggling to make complete eye contact.

"This is a peonies, my dad didn't really let me learn much about flowers, or even their symbolisms really, cause I'm a boy. But my little sister Evelyn taught me a little bit."

"Evelyn says these represent grace, compassion and femininity. And a few other things... In Chinese culture they are considered the 'king of flowers' and represent bravery and honor as well."

"But I moreso meant my initial example though. Grace, Compassion, and Femininity! That's it! Nothing else!"

(mod: they also mean romance, love and compassion, this was intentional on both mine and abels behalfs, Abel knows exactly what they mean)

( @ask-abel-lotf )

“You think I’m feminine? How odd. I would have thought that the island had torn apart gender by now…”

< she just doesn’t know how to say thank you (ᴗ͈��ᴗ͈)…those are supposed to be gem stone rocks! like quartz or amethyst (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ >

abel: @ask-abel-lotf

[lotf-candygrams]

candy gram for my favorite silent lotf lurker @atlas-ponders. i love abel and kitt :)

@atlas-ponders @the-kitt-records and @ask-abel-lotf

Candy Gram! 🍬

[ask-vincent-solanace]

"If I'm not mistaken, from word of mouth.. your Vincent right? You've been caring for the boy that got caught in the fire right?

How is he? Is he doing okay? I helped him to the first meeting, I was rather upset when I learned he was caught up in the fire. I hope he's doing okay.

You seem really nice, I'm Abel by the way."

( @ask-abel-lotf )

“Hello, Abel. Thank you for helping out our dear Philip. And yes, I am in fact Vincent. I’m one of the other medics, I mainly help out with the littluns. They’re such silly and clumsy little creatures. I am Philip’s caretaker, you can identify him by his large mulberry birthmark on his face— or the burns all over his body.”

“Philip is in better condition than when he was first found. Poor thing had half of his lip burned off in the fire and half-blind in his other eye. I truly thank you for helping out with him. I am usually with him, but I was just unavailable that morning.”

“It was nice meeting you, Abel.”

Abel belongs to @ask-abel-lotf

[everettes-requiem]

"If you were anyone else I would introduce myself, though that would be lost on the likes of you. A waste of time really."

"Perhaps in another circumstance we could've met on more amicable terms. But I see it best to not waste my own time dwindling on such pleasantries, I came here with the intent, and unlike my cousin, I can take just as many swings as I can throw."

"I'm not too afraid though, you don't look like you can throw many swings Ainsworth. I don't imagine one would have to try hard to break you. Perhaps you like being broken?"

"Some of your friends have spoken to me, 'though I find it rather odd. I thought one with the demeanor of spoiled milk and the hostility of a fly wouldn't keep many friends. What makes them seek camaraderie in you will forever remain enigmatic to me."

"I'm not my cousin, I can see through your hollier than thou attitude. If you lace your words with poison I won't go running into the forest. I'll drink the poison and still be twice the person you are."

"A holy man such as yourself might stand to repent for the utter garbage that comes out of that mouth of your's. It doesn't seem it's good at much. I humbly await the day Ripley sees how sour you are, I await the day he sees he's not in your pocket, he's in your cage."

"I await the day he escapes and leaves you to rott. The day you get to face that anyone tolerating your filthy rhetoric is nothing more than luck and naivety. It's honestly a shame, god waisting such intelligence on such a disservice to humanity as yourself."

"I would like to make one thing abundantly clear to your sorry ass, if you keep running your mouth about Beckett Otto, you'll find your life exceedingly difficult. I have seen hollier men than you who seem to comprehend that you can trap more flies with honey."

"I've seen monster's more hollier than you Everette Ainsworth."

( @ask-abel-lotf )

"for someone who speaks of wasting their time on me, I find it quite ironic that you are even speaking to me right now. with your way with words, stringing them together so formally and poetically, I would think that you would be smart enough to comprehend that. don’t you think so too, Abel?"

he put emphasis on his name, almost as if he were testing it on his tongue. testing to see just how much spite he could put into it, to see if he could match the other's evident resentment. there was so doubt that he could, we all know who ainsworth is after all. with that being said, he wasn’t exactly expecting to have such a confrontation today. but, such feelings came natural to him, so it didn't exactly matter when or where, or how sudden he was met with them. he would always have something to say back.

"I will admit, it’s quite hard to forget such a biblical name that you possess. but, for a boy with the name of one of the first two sons of adam and eve, you certainly do not fit it. was abel not the one favored by God due to his great gifts? oh but when I look at you, I see nothing of the sort. you have nothing to give, other than such sorry intentions"

"really, instead of going off and finding your crying cousin to comfort him, you instead come to me with threats? spilling blood does not mend fallen tears, I 'hought you out of all people would know that. too blinded by your rabid contempt to see through such?" he leaned in, not very close, but just enough to maybe make someone that was so filled with contempt for him to maybe recoil a bit from the movement. he eyed him for a moment, before leaning back again, a scoff leaving his lips

"come on, put some bite to your bark, you dog. you can swing as you say you will, you can kick and cut, you can kill me even. but what good will that do? will it solve your cousin’s constant issues with his self worth? I would think not”

“or perhaps, would it give you some sort of satisfaction? if so, that’s quite selfish. trying to act so selfless, are you? 'rying to be the hero in this narrative. yet in reality, it’s all so you can feel better about yourself. tell me, abel. you ask if I like being broken, yet have you never considered you crave the feeling of breaking things? all domesticated mutts come from a line of carnal hounds, after all"

"it’s such a shame. I would hate to be related to you, I would think of it as some curse even! not only for your horrid attitude, but especially after what happened to your brother. or rather, the lack of what we do know about what happened to your brother. who’s to say? despite how I terribly dislike otto, even I don’t wish that fate upon him. but to be fair, I don’t 'hink otto likes you very much either. it almost seems like he goes out of his way to avoid you. how pathetic, both of you, honestly"

he shook his head in disappointment as he brushed some of the hair that began to cover his eyes out of the way. it provided a better view of his expression. he looked at abel with this sort of pitiful look in his eyes, though it was the kind that was more degrading than anything. but what is pity if not condescension masked by a veil of empathy?

it was as if abel, at least with the way everette was looking at him, were really just some dog that couldn’t differentiate between playful antics and violent tendencies. it was demeaning, to say the least. but it seemed that neither one of them stood down

"not to mention this equally pathetic attempt— at what? trying to scare me? don't make me laugh. what you do to me will not make a difference, and it sure as hell will not make my life any harder. you know nothing about me, nor the difficulties of my life, so how can you claim you can make it worse? 'he only thing that you do know is what we all know. we are all stuck and stranded on an island, with our chances of rescue being slim. little can be worse than that"

"I am not afraid of you. but go on, drink the poison. you may be twice the person i will be if you do, but that’s because i am hardly a person at all. i'm something much more divine and saintly than you could ever understand”

“if people still seek me out despite all of what you spit out about me with that sacrilegious mouth of yours— while you are just barely a somebody that nobody would pay any mind to if you were to choke on that poison and die in some ditch? that is surely saying something about both of us"

"the more you speak though, 'he more i see how foolish you really are. such big words and yet they amount to so little. we both know, or maybe you don’t because with your assumptions you surely do not know him as well as you think you do— that i have not trapped ripley in anything of the sort” he spoke with truth. no mutterings under his breath, no layered emotions, he just spoke blatantly and directly. it was almost uncomfortable the way he was so abnormally clear on this aspect of their, so called conversation.

he looked off to the side, expressionless, almost bored, like he had explained this ten times and over “there is no cage, there are no bindings, i can barely even say i have him wrapped around my finger anymore. he has taken my hand in his own and on his own accord. he holds it so tight i fear my fingers may break. if he wanted to leave, im sure he would have already. he had the opportunity to, but he still stays. he’s quite devoted isn’t he?” he looked back at abel now, eyes narrowed.

“careful now, we all know what happened to your biblical counterpart. first man to die, don’t you recall? 'here have been no deaths so far, at least none that i can count. i really do hope you aren’t the first to die here, Abel. see? even after all you’ve said, I can’t bring myself to wish you death” feigned innocence, that's what he was playing at. a clear facade of benevolence that could fool absolutely nobody. but, it didn’t really look like he was trying either. it was sarcastic, most definitely, another jab in the sea of insults.

"but i’ll humor you. go ahead, go boast to other people that you stood up to the oh so awful everette ainsworth! sing your accomplishments like how you sung your rage. i’ll let you, no qualms from me. i feel bad for you after all, you don't seem like you’ve had 'hat many accomplishments either in that sorry life of yours"

"maybe use that intelligence of yours you value so much for something useful for once, rather than picking fights with people that are the least of your worries. maybe use it to find your missing brother" he let out a shaky exhale. he was beginning to feel extremely tired of all of this, restless and aggravated.

“I do not wish to trap flies, i no longer think that is possible. the flies themselves have trapped us, whether you notice it or not. whatever monsters you've seen, they must not be monsters if they’re holier than me. perhaps they were angels, but I know well that none yet have come to this hell of an island. there is only me”

— everette ainsworth @ask-abel-lotf 🪽

mention @henrys-eulogy-aflame

mention @we-are-richard-lotf

[bubos-apothecary]

"Of what I hear you're somewhat of the islands doctor, and I got to thinking. How severe of injuries have you treated here?

Probably not anything too bad, I imagine you get constant cases of sunburns and headaches."

( @ask-abel-lotf )

Hmph, I'll have you know I treat a wide array of ailments! Oh sure, I can treat a simple sunburn or headache just fine, but don't limit my work to just that! I've treated some of the nastiest little diseases you'll meet. Oh! Have you seen that Leslie boy? He's tall, ginger, somewhat like Merridew, only tanner and a total crybaby? Well, I had to set his knee right after the poor fool twisted it backwards. It was quite simple- It's all child's play to me, really.

Just one moment, you're friends with that Linwood girl, yes? Ah, would you- would you mind putting a good word in for me? I admire her quite a bit but she's... hard to talk to. She's very intimidating! Which is funny, since she's one of the few people I don't have to look up to talk to.

Anyhow, I ought to get back to work. I really am a busy man. If you have any medical needs, make sure to come to me.

-🦉

(ocs referenced in Asa's speech bubble, counter clockwise:

Taylor Wyndham @taylor-wyndham-lotf-asks

Jamie Cervantes @jamiecervanteslotf

Leslie North @iloverocks51

Boat @askboat)

[ask-abel-lotf]

“Hello! I’m Ryder, and I saw a littlun putting flowers in your hair a little while ago and it sparked a bit of creativity in me, so I drew you! Do you see it? ^_^”

-Ryder Emerson

"I do see the resemblance, It looks rather nice, Ryder was it? I'm terribly sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner."

"I hear you're the one others that happen to be good with littluns, is there a story behind that? I've found a lot of littluns enjoy putting flowers in my hair. I had one tell me that they'd like to put it in braids. I told them they were welcome to try when my hair got a tad longer."

<< Abel smiled at the older boy, rather complimented by the drawing. It looked as if worry had drained from the blonde boy's face, complimenting by the wind making the flowers dance in Abel's hair. He rather appreciated the drawing. Perhaps Ryder's generous drawing skills where all Abel needed to momentarily forget the tears awaiting him. >>

[atlas-ponders]

The high school au but Nancy wanders into the music room during lunch because she's hears a song she likes, and Abel's sitting there playing it on the piano and Abel doesn't realize she's there till the end of the song and gets all flustered.

[hausofabel]

mood.

[onionnstinks]

hi i created a lore for my lotf oc, pls tell me if u r interested in hearing abt him

(also I WANNA SEE OTJER PPLS OC PLAS !!!! if u have an oc reblog i want my oc to interact w them me thinks if ur down 😈…or jus so I can see themmm 🙏 !)

also if no one wants to hear abt him I’ll ramble anyway, i really like his lore so far GIGGLES🤞

[the-dead-kids]

Dear Nancy Linwood,

You most likely don't know who I am, or that I even exist, but I wanted to write this regardless. If nothing comes of this letter, or if something endearing comes from this letter, at least I tried my best.

I would bring you flowers, but I'm not quite sure how they'd be able to compete with your beauty. Perhaps if you planted them, they'd strive to grow towards you and not the sun. I know I would, even if it was deadly, reaching towards you, even just a little bit would be worth it.

Perhaps part of the beauty of this is in the anonymity of all of this, the additional degree that I am certainly not brave enough to say any of this to your face. At least not in this moment. Perhaps someday if you deem me worthy enough.

I believe what I'm asking is, Miss Linwood, can I be your Valentine? It would certainly be an honor.

Sincerely, Abel Yarrow

( @ask-abel-lotf // modern au )

[please forgive me for any spelling mistakes]

!!!!! sorry for the sketch not being in the modern au, i couldn’t figure it out for some reason!!!!! chibi style (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

abel: @ask-abel-lotf