#lotf ask

[milkshak-milkshak]

gimme lotf drawing suggestions !! TT (i may not be able to draw all of them but i will try!!)

[henrys-eulogy-aflame]

Henry.

[A voice slowly whispered into his ears. A familiar one.]

My son.

[It started forming. Not as a physical form. But as a thought. A concept in the back of any child's head. It took over simply to talk.]

We have a plan for you, my child. Do not worry, we will get you back together. We know you long to come back to what you used to be.. Remember, child. Remember what we said—

The benefits will outweigh the consequences.

Now, hear what we will have to say. We will need your.. assistance.

„I won’t hear you. Not after who you’ve made me become.„

his arms and legs crawl with flies, and he doesn’t even look to the figure before him.

„you think I wanted to be this? This… monster? I don’t care how many plans for me you have. Half the time i see myself, i’m a corpse. I’m already past the grave. I don’t want that.

Its one thing to want to be dead; who wouldn’t be? On this island where hardly anything is good or holy? But to live half my time as a bleeding, rotting corpse, my monstrosity fleeing from my fingertips, yet ravaging my mind?

you claimed to have good intentions for me. Your son. You say the benefits will outweigh the consequences. But I don’t believe you. No, I don’t want to help you, Father.”

[samneric-ericnsam]

Who’s nicest to you on the island? Who do you like most? Its good to have friends :)

“Well, Simon is odd and all that- but he’s definitely the nicest. “

“Yeah! He’s always real nice to everyone and he even has a nickname for Piggy, which is odd, but sweet! What was it again, Sam?”

“Think it was something like Peterkin. Anyway- who do we like the most? Well, simon’s nice but he’s kinda weird so maybe Ralph? How about you, Eric?”

“Yeah, Ralph real nice but I also think Maurice is pretty cool. I mean he’s really funny, but he’s also friends with Jack and Roger so im not too sure about him, so yeah. Probably Ralph.”

[robynz-stuff]

hello everyone ! :)

im here for a bit ! feel free to send in asks about anything, source stuff is encouraged. :D

not much to say other than heres a little doodle i made !!!! -simon

[jack-and-the-flies]

who is gonna be mean 2 me because let’s fight /lh /j

Peter: Well we’re all pretty calm. Roger or Jack can give a punch-

Jack: Excuse me?! Roger would throw rocks into your eyes but me?!

Peter: Remember that one time you sent someone to hospital when they told Ralph to screw off?

Jack: We don’t talk about that.

[lullaby-babe]

DRAW SAD JACK (no pressure of course) nobody ever really acknowledges he has feelings too :(

you can pick what he's upset over (family issues, island, ralph, etc.)

not colored in but i will if you want me to

he’s crying over losing his friendship with ralph, but because he’s literallymecore he will forget about it after a good nap

thank you so much for answering!

[lord-0f-the-guys]

⋰˚☆ AAA LOTF ASK-BLOG / ART BOARD ?? ➥ 💌

꒰ hi omg you can ask the boys questions and i will draw their response ! ꒱

˖◛⁺⑅♡ CHARACTERS YOU CAN ASK !! ˊᗜˋ

⊹˚˖ Jack ‹ 17 ›

⊹˚˖ Ralph ‹ 16 ›

⊹˚˖ Piggy ‹ 16 ›

⊹˚˖ Roger ‹ 16 ›

⊹˚˖ Simon ‹ 15 ›

⊹˚˖ Maurice ‹ 15 ›

⊹˚˖ Robert ‹ 15 ›

⊹˚˖ Sam ‹ 15 ›

⊹˚˖ Eric ‹ 15 ›

⊹˚˖ Percival ‹ 11 ›

[henrys-eulogy-aflame]

“ripley? ripley, there you are, i’ve been looking for you” his words paralleled that day where things went awry, but his tone was vastly different.

he still looked at henry as if he were some inferior being, and there was still a vague taste of bitterness on his tongue, but overall— he was quieter than usual. less openly abrasive, more silently judgemental, as if he were trying to push down his previous wrongdoings and make some sort of amends. though, he was still the same ainsworth, there was an unlikely such amends would be executed well

“there is something out there.” that came as a shock, ainsworth was never one to believe in such things. in fact, he mainly ridiculed those who were afraid because of that idea

“i ‘hought the littluns were being childish, as kids are, to think there was a beast. then when the notion began to plague this damned island, i thought the other kids our age were addled and completely daft, more ‘han they usually are, for giving into that fear. at the prospect of something from mere imagination, no less”

he spoke with little pauses, as if he were still running away from whatever he claimed to be out there. he only caught his breath for a little at the end, closing his eyes as if he were trying to regain the focus and energy to actually speak again. no one has seen him this out of place. he was usually so put together, but today he just seemed, strung together. and evidently, those strings were not keeping him together.

“my opinion— no, that very fact has not been wavered. they have lost their heads, but i have not” he spoke with an uncomfortable and ridged tone, as if he were trying to make himself believe that

“i know what i saw, and i know what i heard, and i will in fact lose my own mind, truly, if you even think of directing me towards damon for this! i am not wrong about things! this is not a medical issue, it’s a true one and quite frankly, one that is a very real detriment to all of us”

“honestly? i could care less if it were to massacre all of them, good riddance. but if it’s come directly to me? then there is no doubt i will end up being one of ‘hose bodies in the mass.”

“it was the devil. or at least, something closely tied to it, im sure of it. god knows why it came to me, speaking those terrible vices about me. maybe— maybe that’s its first step, trying to rid the island of its only angel”

he hugged himself, the sight offered a new look to him, even if his words began to sound all the same to how he usually was. the way he held himself currently spoke of lesser vanity, and more insecurity. the nearby foilage rustled with the wind, the waves of the ocean crashed into one another, the white noise serving as comfort as ainsworth’s silence began to cause discomfort. everette breathed out

“but that is not my point, at least not my main one. look here, ripley. whatever happened between us, i do not care. ‘hat doesn’t hold any value. it was one dispute out of the many that happen on this island. it was one argument that was inherently caused by that good for nothing snake. but, it will not be a catalyst. such words spoken were said in the moment, and do not matter in the now”

“what does hold value however is that i know you, and by extension, you— understand me. i know you don’t entirely hate me, ripley, that the resentment isn’t enough for you to push me away. you know that my hatred runs deep, but it isn’t all of me”

everette grabbed onto his forearms, looking up at him. suddenly, things began to still. as if it were just the two of them in this wretched world that had wronged them. both by putting them together, and keeping them apart

“so please. don’t leave me. don’t hate me like the rest of those ignorant cowards do”

— @everettes-requiem 🪽

”you know i could never hate you, everette.”

a few flies buzz around his head, their eyes seemingly staring straight into everette’s soul.

“but what you said wasn’t just alexander’s doing. it was your own as well. and i will shelter you, but only if you acknowledge that.”

placing his hand upon everette’s cheek, a few of the insects crawl up his fingers onto the other boy’s porcelain face.

“there is something out there, ev. i know him. i’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt you.”

a pause too silent, as the flies move but don’t buzz.

”i don’t know what fate had you changing your mind about me, if fate exists at all, but I thank you. it will be easier now, this tortured existence. that thing out there? him and us are all that is left.”

he lets go of everette, turning his back to him as his gaze pierces the density of the forest.

“God is dead, everette. we are what remains.”