Mini Jiggy Dump Some Of These Are Older And One Of Them I Made Today 🐷❤🦊

what are your favourite lotf quotes?? i have a few!!

ive seen this a few times today, but wasnt the whole point of the mulberry boy the fact that his mind WAS playing tricks on him?? hes six years old and has just crash landed onto an island, the point was that he was an unreliable source right? i keep seeing 'oh what if he WAS hallucinating', but.. wasn't he?

so i um. took it upon myself to draw this!! creds to @charli3emily i really liked this idea!

"Somehow.. this is Piggy's fault." - Jack, probably.

Also Jack has fucked up teeth #canon #imwilliamgolding

jack and roger would NOT be normal about each other at all, they're both manically obsessed with one another and if they spend a moment apart they immediately start throwing shade to others around them and throwing a frothy, they're cradling each other after a gruesome hunt giggling and smearing pig blood on each other's faces with wide, unsettling grins

'nobody gets me like you do' but x100 more insane and delirious

aaah !! okay listen this is old art, when i was only halfway through lord of the flies — i thought since ive been putting all my lotf stuff on here I might as well include this one

ughh percival my beloved </333 his eyes are red because theres always some stupid sand in them!! hes NOT on that leafy greens

was so devastated to find that nobody actually really recognized percival in the fandom so i gotta do it myself

ralph and simon drawings soon i swear just let me get through these. uh. these seven weeks of projects and exams.

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.

me when I become way more attached than I thought I would to the silly little book I had to read in english class

in the winter months, all the biguns get assigned a littlun to hold during the night to keep them warm (some get assigned two)

my deranged sons

what the sigma

lotf gen z au hcs

ralph - that one actually chill popular guy that everyone just has a mutual liking too, plays on the football team and is team captain, all the girls call him leng and ask him to snap them back. tells his annoying ass friends to stop when they make fun of some random year 7 with a big bag. amazing grades, him and jack have rivalry over it

jack - i don’t care what anyone says he’s an absolute SWAT. teachers pet, puts his hand up for every question and has all those badges on his blazer. gets made fun of for being ginger and a neek. still head choir boy in the school choir and also gets made fun of for that. predicted 8s and 9s and cried to his mum about a predicted 7. his parents definitely have him saved in their phones as “jackie sweetie pumpkin ❤️❤️”

piggy - gets picked on for every question and jack rages about it and sometimes gets sent out. exactly the same type of guy as beefy bert from horrid henry. also gets picked on but just for being fat and eating in the canteen by himself. jacks choir have their own table in the canteen and they throw food at piggy. actually pretty good grades though he just doesn’t work well under pressure.

roger - quiet ass emo looking guy no one really knows anything about but they don’t pick on him because he sent a kid to hospital once. has a criminal record. jacks closest mate, the two sing surprisingly well together. has a collection of animal skulls in his bedroom and he def has that voice that sounds like he has a blocked nose all the time. grades are in the middle ish the only reason he’s good is because he copies off of jack.

maurice - tries to be class clown. sometimes succeeds sometimes fails. only reason people like him is because he’ll do anything to get a laugh out of people. mates with roger, hes the type of guy to turn to roger and say “hey bud, why don’t you turn that frown upside down!” and he sings “i fell in love with an emo girl” at roger. completely dumb as hell tho has predicted 2s with the occasional 3 or 4. in choir but his voice is AWFUL so they got him to play piano. he plays rugby and is an INSANE tackler.

samneric - class clowns that are actually funny. also relatively good grades. they switch classes to mess up their teachers but one time eric fell down the stairs and broke his nose so you could tell the two apart. they’re funny at the right place in the right time and they’re in the year below jack, ralph, simon etc and they look up to maurice. they follow around jack and his choir or ralph but jack gets mad when they hang out with ralph and not him.

simon - also quiet kid but he’s painfully shy. pretty nice overall and he’s friends with ralph which is the only reason he doesn’t get picked on. people whisper about him though and he’s like a time bomb you never know when he’s gonna lose it. that one kid that has every pet at home known to mankind and he def brought his ferret into school once. in choir with jack and the others and they’re actually pretty nice to him, he hangs out with maurice and bill and harold etc. also piggy’s only friend. but secretly doesn’t really like him.

extra :

-the littluns are the year 7s that run for their lives to the canteen

-jack and maurice use brainrot language and jack will angrily huff “what the sigma?!” when he can’t figure something out

-jack and ralph both did the school play one year and actually became pretty good friends but then stopped talking for some unknown reason