Carl/Car/Caz

[A cool voice echoed, and there stood a taller kid with the choir robes. Not too tall, but just enough for Clarence to see that it was most likely a biggun that he was talking to. Not a mean one, perhaps, but he seemed calm and friendly with how his face looked.]

What's your name?

[Green eyes gazed upon the boy, as he bent down a bit to get closer. His skin was pale, and his hair were as dark as the burnt ashes near the signal fire. He smiles.]

My name is Norman.

[He sat down, and took the black robe off, along with the funny looking ruffles on his neck, revealing underneath just a normal white buttoned-up shirt with a red stripped tie. He kept on talking as he was getting the accessories off.]

You look lonely, so I just thought I can check up on you. Simon looked a bit busy with the others.

- 🐍 ( @ask-norman-alexander-lotf )

Clarence was a bit suprised when another bigun in a church choir uniform approached him, But for some reason when bigun approached him to talk or atleast chit-chat with him he was usually intimated and all.. scared even for a little. Except when it's Piggy or Simon

This one in particular give him the same sense of feeling with the other two, but... somehow more familiar in a way that.. reminded him if home.

He watched the older child ntroduced himself as Norman, There green eyes very noticeably piercing even but not too unsettling actually he find it quite fascinating! Reminded him of a certain someone.

"Clarence!" He replied his voice a bit too loud fir comfort before he corrected himself. Quite awkward he won't lie. "It's Clarence.."

The two ended up chatting for awhile atleast, and this might just be one of the few times where Clarence can really just talk and talk. Found someone who would actually listen to his tales about insects and all especially considering the Island reeks of fascinating bugs all over.

Maybe this was nice start of a beginning "friendship"....

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How I feel when THE Norman Alexander [by the @msfisherot ] noticed my mere simple ask blog.

BIG FAN BTW!!!!

Anyways yeah I'm alive, I had to actually redo this cuz i thought it was saved in my drafts lol, how do we feel about Roblox lotf idk

blatant plug for a wip of my morden fan site. check them out

https://mordendacursethief.straw.page/

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Shit post lowkey idk what to post y'all, just really deep into that forsaken grind cuz next update might be near 💔

Anyways have two of my dearest fictional kids I care about

If anyone asks their similiraties it's the fact they both think everything going on is sunshine and rainbows (one is forced to, and one is prob in denial who knows...)

- Gub Ი︵𐑼 [the mod]

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Hello ask blog made for:

Clarence Peregrine (not full name..)

Clarence is part of the littl'uns though, and can be seen mostly interacting with the others, He is a very sheltered boy and being stuck in this wretched island is the first time his actually ever been

f r e e.

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General information:

⪼﹕He is 10 years old, possibly one of the oldest of the littl'uns

⪼﹕He likes taking care of bugs, and is very sensitive when another kid would hurt them (there's a reason why....)

⪼﹕Despite having glasses he can see a bit better than Piggy

⪼﹕His parents used to before he got stuck in the island his nannies used to call him a little owlet due to the fact he usually reads...well that's the only thing he can do in the house

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Anyways this is his ref sheet.

- Gub Ი︵𐑼 [the mod]

the gang:

But yeah any words to say about them or atleast the ones you know?

Norman? Norman Alexander? Oh, how sweet of him.. He did Miike's job before he did it. Speaking of which, where is he..? Must be busy with that boy he has been with. Won't last for long, however.

They are a swarm of flies collectively forming one coherent figure named Richard. The hivemind either named themseves as Richard or the littluns did.

They are related to the beast, and probably is connected to it in some way, shape, or form.

They always somehow know the weaknesses and fragile nature of the boys on the island. They always know.

A buzz. A static, collective noise. Yet it urges and is hungry. Every single moment a child falls prey to the inevitable demise of darkness and misery, it grows even more, it's voice becoming more and more distinct and louder. Louder. Yet it waits.

Ask them in here. They are waiting for you.

happy pride month everyone

(transcript & extra stuff below)