I Know That Nobody Asked Or Really Cares, But This Has Been My Longest Used Wallpaper Since I’ve Kept

Happy birthday Lord of the Flies <3 Hope that you remain a classic in schools for years to come

happy 67th birthday, lord of the flies! here's to many more years of sucking innocent high schoolers into this most accursed fandom <3

Hey guys I just realized that Eda and Lilith are (probably) related to Belos. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize that but that would make for some..interesting family dinners. Honestly though that entire family tree would be interesting if they all had some sort of unavoidable family dinner.

Why be normal about characters when you can be weird about them? Like yess pop off, tell me about that playlist you made for them. Show me the extremely specific headcanons you’ve created. Please do tell me about that one detail of a character that makes you have the human equivalent of a keyboard smash.

There is a movement in my school that is focusing on banning Lord of the Flies, The Great Gatsby, and Where The Red Fern Grows (as well as a few others) and unfortunately it’s gaining some traction. The teachers all had to attend an assembly about it where the kids presented their ideas, and my English teacher (who knows me as the local Lord of the Flies girl) told me that she was so close to pulling me out of class to debate them on it.

Anyways, just super annoyed that those books may be removed from the curriculum.

yes

They are here.

every nov 5th forever and ever

Of course! I’ll be using them/them pronouns for Chihiro if that’s alright. I’ll also make it a one shot, which I hope is what you want! I’m really sorry that this took so long and I hope that you enjoy it!

Tw: They/them for Chihiro

Waking up in this place, your very first instinct was to find your younger sibling, Chihiro Fujisaki. You left your classroom immediately. You know how fragile Chihiro is and you want to protect them. It’s one of the reasons you became so strong in the first place. You luckily encountered them before anyone else.

“Chihiro! Are you okay?” You asked. They looked up at you with a semi-worried smile. “Yeah, I’m okay, but where are we Y/N?” They ask back. You look around. “I’m not sure Chihiro, you should stay close to me.” You insisted. Chihiro mumbled something about being weak under their breath, but you couldn’t disagree in time.

“Hey, we should probably head back to the main hall, right Y/N?” Chihiro asked you, looking down the hallway.

“You’re probably right, I don’t think we should be late on our first day.”

(I’ll skip everyone else’s introductions, so let’s assume that you went last.)

“And I’m Y/N Fujisaki.” You said with a smile. “Oh, so you and Chihiro and sisters? That’s so cool!” Aoi Asahina said. You were about to correct when Chihiro nodded and shot you a quick glance. “Ah..yeah, that’s right.” You said.

During the ‘killing game’ you made sure to protect Chihiro. You know that Chihiro doesn’t really enjoy having you around every second, but you keep insisting that you want to keep them safe.

You kept a close eye on Chihiro all the time. Their friends were your friends. You felt like it was your duty to keep Chihiro alive.

You and Chihiro had a mostly normal relationship. A relationship that prevented their demise, as when Chihiro felt like they needed to get stronger, they turned to you instead of Mondo.

You were a little hesitant at first.

“Chihiro, no one is making you get stronger..”

“Please Y/N! I know that, but I want to be stronger.. it’s the only way I can tell them I’m not actually a girl.”

So you supported them. You were also able to get Sakura and Hina to help as well and Chihiro seemed all around happier.

Omg I can’t believe it’s been 3 years since I first got into LOTF (scheduled for the exact day). Even if I’m not as heavily into it as I was 3 years ago from now it’s still crazy to me how these silly little British boys have consumed my mind and left no crumbs. And they are still there. Watching. Waiting.

Edit: Changed 4 to 3 upon remembering that 2020 was only 3 years ago at the time of writing this post.

Hello @lordoftheflowers , this is your secret Santa gift! I tried to write it the best I could so I hope you enjoy it! Also Merry Christmas!

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(Takes place between chapters 3 and 4.)

Ralph awoke with somewhat of a startle as he felt cold wind blow through a crack in the poorly built hut. It was the first cold breeze in a while; he was beginning to think the island would be eternally warm with forever lasting summer. But as he got up and became more aware of his surroundings, he noticed something from beyond the crack.

It was white.

Ralph gently reached out to it like it was something foreign to him despite being so sure of what it was.

It was snow. White, fluffy, cold snow. It sent a shiver up his spine and struck him with an idea. He carefully stuck his hand through the crack, grabbed a bit of it (and taking delight in how it crunched together - he could make so many snowballs and snowmen with this snow) and threw it at the person closest to him in the cabin: Piggy.

It took a second or two for Piggy to wake up, with a sort of shocked sound that seemed to wake up a couple of littuns.

Piggy wiped the stuff off his specs and face before looking at Ralph. His face showed that he was a mixture between confused and angry, maybe a tiny of disappointment?

“Hey, what was ‘at for?” Piggy asked.

“Look Piggy, snow!” Ralph pointed towards the crack.

“Well yeah, I can see that. I’m wondering why you threw ‘it in my face!” Piggy asked. Ralph shrugged, having no real answer for the boy.

The other boys around them slowly woke up from their slumbering, looking around to find where the sudden chill was coming from.

“Snow!” One of them, a littleun who was most likely five or six called out. The small hut was empty within seconds, with boys running around in the snow in nothing but loose fitting, ripped pants.

Jack came stumbling out of the hunters cabin (something he had insisted on) and gave a quick shiver before walking to Ralph.

“It’s cold.” He said.

“Well yeah, it is snowing.” Piggy said with an annoyed huff, pushing up his glasses more.

Suddenly Jack focused on the snow again. “Hey, are those pig tracks..? HUNTERS!” Jack called out, drawing the attention of the boys in the other hut.

“There are pigs out here, let’s go!” Jack said with a grin, picking up a newly created spear and raising it.

“Yeah, go get a pig. Me an’ Simon will start a fire so the littluns don’t freeze.” Ralph said, anger slipping into his voice a little bit.

“You can shut it with the sarcasm, you’ll be thanking me when I get a pig.” Jack said stubbornly before yelling at the other hunters to follow the tracks.

“How’re we s’posed to make a fire in snow?” Piggy asked, his specs gleaming.

“It’s too cold to be waiting out here all day for the fire to light, I don’t want to wait.”

Ralph sighed. “Well someone has to light the fire, and we need your specs to do that.”

The two were silent for a bit, content with watching the littleuns playing in the snow as if it were the first time they had ever seen it.

Simon came out of a third hut which mainly hosted littleuns.

“Good morning..oh, did it snow?” Simon asked, looking at the ground with a smile.

“Yeah, it snowed and it’s still cold. We need a fire now more then ever!” Ralph said.

“Where are Samneric? Aren’t they supposed to keep watch over the fire and light it?” Simon asked.

“Jack took ‘em to go hunting with him.”

“The selfish jerks. Couldn’t they wait until the fire was lit? It’s like they don’t even care anymore.” Piggy complained.

“We need to focus on the littuns. Piggy, you go light the fire, I am the chief so you need to listen to me.” Ralph said, distracting himself and the two others from thoughts of Jack disobeying him.

Piggy grumbled, but ultimately left towards where the fire should be.

Ralph grabbed some snow, turned it into a snowball, and threw it at a tree trunk.

“Real good snow for making snowmen and snow forts, right Simon?” Ralph asked with a smile. Simon nodded.

~~~~~~~

When Jack and the boys returned, they were empty handed.

“No pig in sight…what a-“ Jack was cut off by a snowball to the face. His face went a bright red as he looked around angrily.

“Who just threw that?” Jack yelled.

Instead he just heard laughing from a newly built snow structure.

“Ralph, was that you?” Jack asked. When he got no reply he turned back to his hunters.

“Well don’t just stand there, fight back!” He said.

One of the boys picked one up and hit a littlun collecting snow. Jack smiled.

“Looks like it’s time for a snowball fight.”

——-

As the sun set, all the boys were covered in snow. Even Piggy, who had since come from down the mountain.

Only a few of the biguns had retreated up to the fire, and they were all part of the hunters. Walter, Simon, Wilford, Maurice were the ones who went up to the fire, where they cared for the cold littleuns who cried for hot chocolate or something warmer like a blanket.

“Give up yet?” Jack asked, his pride still standing strong despite how he violently shivered as he spoke.

“Not yet! We still can beat him Ralph!” Piggy encouraged.

“No Piggy, it’s over. I’m too cold, you go ahead if you want.” Ralph said, shaking his head and making his way to the mountain with the fire.

Piggy followed him, unwilling to face off against the whole choir since he had been hit the most by them. Soon followed the rest of the tribe.

As they all lay and sit around the fire, shivering as melted cold snow ran down their almost naked bodies, the choir began to lightly hum or sing Christmas songs that the Littleuns belted out to. Ralph smiled lightly as he slowly drifted off to sleep, fears and worries of the Beast (which hadn’t plagued their thoughts all day) left behind in the back of his mind.