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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.
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.