lotf oc ask blog dropped

“my name is jude. you look funny. too stunned to speak, eh? i would be too if i met the son of thomas reeves. my father invented modern communication, practically. looks as if yours couldn’t even afford you two matching shoes… pity…”

[ WARNINGS: period typical homophobia, misogyny, etc. they do not match op’s beliefs. jude is a bitch. op apologizes, but asks will be sent with his attitude. please do not think i hate you/your oc. ]

please interact with this post/blog so i can follow you/your oc and interact!!! also nnnnn sorry for the new oc to keep track of i just like him. he won’t always reply with drawings, but i’ll do my best!

"Asa, you can not truly think with a brain like yours that what I said to her meant anything. You're far smarter than that. For my whole life, Franklin has played games with me. I am sick of it, Asa. I want Franklin to fear me for once in his life. I want to have something that he wants before he can get to it. Asa, I don't want it the way I want anything else. I need to have something before he does. For once in my life, I'd like for Franklin to...

Oh nevermind. Be mad if you'd like. That's fine by me. You may be mad, and I won't chase you down like a schoolgirl with her stupid pigtails and her pleated skirt and scuffed mary-jane shoes...

Not everybody enjoys being a prince, don't you know? I'd much rather be a knight. I can protect people on my own will. My own terms, even. Why, I'd much rather be a knight protecting a... What do you know? You know nothing of being born into what's practically royalty? What do you know of broken rulers over your skull and knuckles, and whip marks down your back because you didn't sit straight that day? What does someone like you know about figured in the shadows who whisper to your father? At least your father loves you, Asa. I wish, that for one day in my stupid, pathetic, ugly life that my dad looked at me the way yours does to you. I know there isn't an ounce of disdain in his gaze.

You know nothing of the world, Asa. You know love and you simply regurgitate hate because it makes you feel better about the fact that despite everything you've done, all the bridges you have burned, you are still nobody.

I'm sure one is ugly once a brand has been placed on them declaring that nobody will ever see them otherwise. Such a shame, isn't it?

You will never have to know a day where the person in the mirror is not only someone that nobody else loves, but someone that you can't love either.

I'd rather prefer if you never spoke to me again. Then maybe God will finally have pity on you for all of the people that you leave behind. Maybe whatever God is up in the vast sky, the same God that put Venus up there, will look down on you and smile as He did to all of the other victims of your love.

Forgiveness is not easy, Asa. I do not ever expect it from you. You are above forgiveness, and maybe He will be above forgiveness for you too.

May God have pity on you, Asa Damon. I've heard cancer is a horrid way to die. Too much pain for a saint."

find asa (or dont): @ask-asa-damon-lotf

"O-Oh... You caught me off guard, Anonymous asker. Well I am fond of a few composers... My favorite would have to be Tchaikovsky. I quite adore his compositions, they truly do speak to me. When I was a little boy, my father used to own far more records than he does today of all of Tchaikovsky's music. I used to dance around the extravagant rooms in my house with my governess. To everything. The Nutcracker Waltz of the Flowers, Swan Lake Dance of the Swans. Everything...

Oh, forgive me. I seem to have forgotten myself. DO you have a favorite composer? My father used to tell me this was a rather good way of making small talk. I never was good at that sort of thing, you know. I'd rather get to know someone personally, eh?

I doubt any of the boys on this island know of Tchaikovsky. They're all too busy reciting silly little choir tunes like a bunch of children with a nursery rhyme. How bothersome it is...

I am not into the modern music. I truly could care less about who is on the radio nowadays. Or who was on the radio. They do not spark any interest of mine. All of that whining and pitchy noises, goodness it's all too much for my very fragile ears.

I do recommend Tchaikovsky, if you have the time to listen to his music. Spin a record of his, it's such a lovely past time. All of the drawing rooms of my house used to be full of music. One of the few things I miss about home was hearing music from the moment I rose to the second I slept. I do not miss much else, but do not tell father I said so...

Well, if you have any more questions for me, I seem to be rejuvenated as always. I took quite a break in there, you know? The jabbering of Jack and Ralph truly got to me, I simply had to take some time to myself... Who knows what I have found out in that time. I certainly won't tell the likes of you, Anonymous.

If I had a hat, I'd tip it."

Fun Fact: Tchaikovsky was a gay composer. While having female "lovers", it is now known that Tchaikovsky was in love with and composed many of his symphonies for men that he was romantically involved with or interested in.

"Oh finally. A good question that isn't about who cared about who or what I think of such a foolish cast of characters. I am overjoyed to be able to answer this, as I have seen such traits from both of the boys. Right and mighty aren't they? Seems like an issue that they both need to figure out.

Ralph may be snooty and stuck up, but at least he follows some sort of rules. Jack simply does what he does when he pleases. Although I am unsure that that's a bad trait, I am sure that one day it will get him killed, Or worse if that even exists.

In terms of leadership, I rather prefer Ralph. He nags me constantly to help him with such minuscule things, I find it rather annoying, but at least he isn't actively trying to throw people into harm's way. he still has his humanity about him, and I rather appreciate that. Plus there is something rather charming about the boy, eh? He's attractive, I must admit.

He'd make a rather good vessel....

Ah where was I? Oh yes. Ralph seems to know more about law and order than Jack does. I suppose if you'd like to see a glimpse of insanity, you may assume Jack is a better leader. But there is a reason that rules are in place. They keep people safe, and if you choose to disregard such rules, then you put the safety of everyone else and yourself at risk. It's risky at best and downright inhumane at worst, eh? What a horrible leader he would be, I'm rather thankful Ralph got elected.

Even if it was for his looks, or for other things, he is making out to be a very good leader. I do hope he goes into politics when he's older. He'd be rather good at it, I think. When I pick up the paper one day, I do hope to see his name again as a representation of the people. He may not speak for them all the time, but he is good at what he does. He should consider it instead of all of the yammering he does about the Navy."

"All these people on the island sure seem to enjoy talking so very much. How immature. Like a pack of schoolgirls, eh? I find that drama and rumors are so very unnecessary. To hear that they are talking about me does not surprise me, though. They never have been able to keep their filthy little mouths shut.

I do enjoy classical music. My father has a great variety of vinyls that he used to play for me before I got myself into such a situation. I do miss hearing the needle scratch the record when my mother did it wrong. So clumsy of her, although she fixed her mistakes rather quickly.

Something about the way the music would fill my father's study while I did my schoolwork was relaxing for me. I suppose you are familiar with all sorts of music due to your familial standings. I don't enjoy modern tunes. Rather like a grate to my ears, they are.

My father used to be a fan of Tchaikovsky. All of the ones that are ever so popular. Swan Lake, The Nutcracker, my father adored it all. I quite like The Queen of Spades, Op. 68. Introduction, I believe was my favorite.

There are things I miss about home. It's been a while since I've heard any music of any sort. I do miss it quite dearly.

But that is neither here nor there, now is it? I don't wish to bore you with talk of my family or what I used to do before the island. I'm sure you know much about music and don't want to spend your time talking to an amateur. I hate admitting when I am lackluster at things, but alas, I never could pick up music properly.

Before I got evacuated in such an embarrassing manner, I was quite proficient on the flute and the pianoforte. Skills that come with money, I've been told. I always thought they were skills that came with raw talent, since I hardly needed lessons on either of them. Alas, my father hired a personal instructor for me so many years ago. I wonder if I still know how to play... We've been stranded here for so long."

find tj: @oh-forsaken-muse

enjoy tchaikovsky? me too, youve got good taste. here's a playlist i like:

"What a peculiar question, from someone who won't reveal their identity, no less. Well, Anonymous person, know I have nothing against you personally, as I don't know who you are. Who would I be to judge a book by it's cover? Perhaps the anonymity is from my growing reputation.

I quite enjoy Apple Blossoms. My mother was an avid gardener. Is an avid gardener. She used to grow all sorts of things in our garden, it's hard to simply pick one. They don't grow here, the climate simply isn't right. Back home, they used to grow on the branches of trees and the petals would fall onto the ground once they began to wilt. My absolute oaf of a dog would chase them like his own tail.

My mother gave me many books of all sorts of flowers when I was younger. She bought one off of some yankee who was coming through just for a visit. He called it the Old Farmer's Almanac, I believe. It sits on my bedroom shelf, next to the book my mother wrote herself of flowers and their meanings.

They mean rebirth, if you were curious. I'm sure that the island doesn't offer many sorts of education outside of word of mouth. You could have asked Shepherd, but even he may not know that much. So much knowledge truly does blow one's ego up, eh?

Other flowers I rather enjoy are hyacinths, canterbury bells, and red carnations. When I was a young boy, my mother picked up a postcard with all sorts of flower meanings. If I recall correctly, red carnations symbolized 'my heart aches for you.' How childish, if you ask me. If I were to love someone so much, I would do far more than buy them a silly bouquet.

Oh! I had almost forgotten. Honeysuckle are my favorite plant, goodness how could that escape me... Dear Anonymous, have you ever tried honeysuckle straight from the bush? It rivals sweets, in my very humble opinion.

Well you see now that not only Shepherd has knowledge of plants, although he's far better at it than I am, not that I'd admit that to him. Thank you for the conversation, Anonymous. I don't think I realized how badly I needed to speak of things I used to have."

find Franklin (mentioned): @ask-franklin-shepherd

The card (mentioned):

"Hello Franklin. Long time, no see, although I suppose that's expected from a man like you. Yes, I have become familiar with the creature that Wilbur calls Richard I'm not sure if Wilbur gave him the name or if he gave it to himself, quite honestly.

Everyone seems to be so... on edge because of him. I'll admit, he's a bit unsettling to look at, but aren't we all? I assume you have had an interaction with him too? Or is that little demon that Wilbur squabbled about all those years ago still keeping you safe. A kill for himself, perhaps. Gosh, I know how much he didn't like you. Always taking Wilbur away from his slimy little bastard grasp.

But what Wilbur sees in the night is neither here nor there, unless you can see him too. It seems people are so concerned about the whereabouts of a beast, that we have all forgotten the cardinal rule of war, haven't we?

Richard isn't real, Franklin. He's simply a part of war that has always existed. Although, I ought to assume that you've drawn that conclusion yourself just as well as I have. The son of an army general would know of the horrors of man caused by war. You know, just as I do, that Richard is in every single person on this island. He can't touch you unless you let him.

Of which I have no intention of ever doing. I know how evil man can be. I have seen things that you could not ever dream about seeing. I have known people that would make people who worship Richard's little game tremble in their shoes. Perhaps that is why I am simply so unbothered by the creature. I already knew him. We've been acquainted before. Of course, not in that form. What do you know of the Black Plague?

Ah, that is neither here nor there, now is it? I believe that we have all forgotten what we are. We are not war leaders or troops that are sent to kill and hunt. We do not organize ourselves into factions of hunter and the governed. We are children, Franklin. Children who are in desperate need of a bath, by the looks of you, Good grief.

...

Do you remember the day Wilbur fell into the lake and broke his arm? Do you remember how the demon stood behind him and laughed and said nobody would ever believe you or me and left him there to die? There are things we don't talk about, Franklin. Things that can and should be left unsaid. It seems that most of these foolish children seem to have their things be Richard.

We all have our secrets, it simply is that yours and mine are connected through fate. You know mine, I know yours. That will never change, old friend."

find franklin: @ask-franklin-shepherd

meet the reeves.

chester “thomas” reeves is a famous inventor who helped aid in the creation of modern communication, such as phone lines and telegrams. he goes by thomas as his family name, chester, belongs to a lineage that was executed for treason against the british crown. his wife, josiane, is the daughter to a famous french businessman and a russian mother. she raised jude in france for almost all of his youth, but once he turned 7, the family moved to england to be closer to chester’s place of work. jude is their only child, as the reeves’ first child, a daughter, was murdered in the middle of the night. jude has albinism, and is mostly blind in his left (purple) eye, and his right eye has sustained its vision, but was branded when he was a newborn. pictured are the father and mother of jude reeves, and an unknown figure in the family portrait.

HUGE (like insane) shoutout to @mccall-me-maurice for drawing this for me to post!!! i can not be any more thankful that he did this for me, so please show him love and support for it. i am forever grateful to know him and for him to do such a complex four figure piece for me. thank you, theo ❤️❤️❤️❤️

"I do not have an eye issue, and if I were to have it removed, I would do so myself. My eyes are fine as is. They are a part of something bigger and better than what I can be. My father perfected every part of me. There is not a single thing I need someone who thinks that they have medical experience to look at. Every eye, every organ, and every capillary in my body is worth so much more than you will ever know. A vessel, my father calls me.

A vessel for much bigger things, although I'm sure such talk would merely bore someone like you. Who would want a child who thinks he is a doctor to dabble in the affairs of actual professionals? What a shame it must be to stand to the side instead of indulging in the real thing.

Touch my eye, and you will lose both of yours, I promise you that.

As for my family, they very proudly allow me to go around with them, I simply do not filthy myself with the lower class and their chores. If I were to taint myself with discussion to someone who is from such bastardization, I would merely need to cleanse myself from them afterwards. What a pain cleansing is. I can't imagine any man would ever enjoy standing in a tub with five men around muttering ominous Latin words. They don't even make sense, whatever for does keeping my liver pure do?

If you have issues with my appearance, I'm sure one day I could make yours match it. A branding to the eye doesn't hurt too much, although I suppose I was an infant when my father allowed mine to occur. I assume it would hurt much more now.

The trees don't speak, but the things in them do. Have you met Richard yet? Quite the shock he is. Must not be a batty thing when he's right in front of you, eh? Keep believing he's not real, or whatever you'd like. It wouldn't matter to me if he got to you like he got to Alexander or Ripley. Screaming for help, allowing the flies to swallow them whole like they're a decomposing boy.

While I thank you dearly for worrying so greatly about my eye, I will not be needing assistance with anything of the sort. You are not the only one who knows how to remove things if necessary. You are not the only one who has seen how to remove the most important parts of people and make something better."

find vincent: @ask-the-medic-vincent

find norman (mentioned): @ask-norman-alexander-lotf

find henry (mentioned): @henrys-eulogy-aflame

”I- Uh- It’s… lovely, Asa. I don’t know what to say…

Wait, you can barely think straight?”

OOC: HOLY SHIT I KNOW I WAS THIS IN THE DISCORD BUT I AM SO FUCKING IN LOVE WITH THIS DRAWING!!!!!! LIKE IM OBSESSED WITH IT. THE PERSPECTIVE IS AMAZING, THE HEART IS STUNNING, CROW IM LITERALLY BLOWN AWAY! OKAY OKAY HEHE

find asa: @ask-asa-damon-lotf

"We do look oddly similar, don't we? Just a few differences here and there, they could be easily overlooked. I have albinism, for the record. It is why my strange eye twitches the way it does. If you are the same, I offer you my condolences, which is not something I do often, so do not take this to be my normal behavior.

I have seen you around, eh? Following that Micheal boy wherever he goes. I am not quite sure how you put up with the noise. My ears are far better suited for yelling than people like Wyndham, and yet he still makes my head feel as though it is on the brink of explosion.

Perhaps he is nicer to you. Quieter. More tame. He rather does remind me of Wilbur at times. If Wilbur never had any control over what his body was doing, not that he really does.

Ah, well, watch your back, Conch. People around here are never quite what they seem. You seem to find yourself in the tame parts of the island, eh? Braiding hair with Micheal and trading fruits back and forth with that boy Mango. Does anyone here have a normal name? It seems like everyone has walked straight out of a novel.

I recommend staying to that side. Trouble catches up to people quicker than their feet can move. It will always be the faster runner. You may as well attempt a head start now.

Farewell, Conch. What a unique name. I am sure to remember you, even after I get home safe."

find conch: @ask-conch-blog

"Hello Vincent. I believe I do recall hearing your family name in my house before. Nothing major, simple back and forth between my father and a friend of his. I suppose I did come from a background rather similar, although I wouldn't qualify it as such. There is nobility in medicine, there is no doubt about it.

My father helped hardwire methods of modern communication. You would probably know him from the telegram, if you bothered to pick up a book and read once in a while, or paid attention to the benign whispers of such a high class. They have raised me well, I must say.

You have been doing a... fairly good job keeping people well and safe. I must admit, I am more inclined to follow Damon's suggestions for health, but I suppose you will do if Damon is nowhere to be found.

The medical industry is a cruel one, is it not? So much talk of hearts and livers and other organs. It's all a bunch of silly people who think they have such a great importance, running around with their tails caught between their legs. I would much rather people do something useful with my organs. Cutting me open is fine, but my heart may as well be put to good use. It's worth quite a lot, you know.

You may prove to be useful to me. There are a few thing that I do not wish to admit to Damon, no matter how close we get. There's a stinging in my left eye, it comes up every now and then like a persistent bug waiting to be crushed. Not to mention the blindness. I think I'd be better off without my right eye sometimes. It only causes trouble. If you can truly keep a secret, that is. But that is neither here nor there, as I do not need help as of currently.

Although, while I harbor quite a hatred for him, Franklin has been known to concoct certain mixtures of soothing herbs and flowers... A conversation with him at a later date! It was truly a pleasure Vincent.

I do know your family.

It would truly be such a shame if I had to arrive back to England and tell them their child was dead. Stay safe so that never has to happen, eh? The trees whisper foul things to get people to meet with them at night. It is rather easy to slip, fall, and never be seen once more.

Merely watch your step."

find vincent: @ask-the-medic-vincent

uhhh tw for slightly suggestive ?

"Oh. Hello. I don't think I have seen you around here before. Are you new? Well, you certainly seem more educated than the lowlife scum that I have had the misfortune of dealing with lately. Seriously, does nobody on this island know how to behave themselves?

Your name is Abel, yes? I don't mind whatever you call me, as long as you say it in the right tone. How horrific it would be to hear a name of such high status spat with a venom tongue... I digress. You had a brother named Cain, eh? Suspicious names for brothers, don't you think? It's almost as if they were setting one of you up for horror and the other for success...

I suppose I agree about the conversation, you do seem to harbor some sort of intelligence. More than the cattle who follow Ralph or Merridew mindlessly. They behave like a hive mind, eh? Not a single one of them can think for themselves...

Well, I quite enjoyed meeting you, which I do not admit about people very often. If you tell anyone I said that to you, I will guarantee you may never speak again. I shall see you around, shan't I? After all, you're stuck on this death row of an island as well.

Best of luck, Abel."

Find Abel: @ask-abel-lotf

"Have you read no forms of literature? I suppose not, how special I must be to have access to something that the general public does not. Well, Kitt, practically a million boys stranded on an island means nothing good. Not everyone is going to make it off. There is something that plagues the eyes of these boys.

I see it, mostly in their eyes. You must not know what it is due to your horribly atrocious vision, but they do not look around with a normal gaze anymore. How erratic their eyes have become. They are looking for something to hunt. When they bore of the pigs what will be next? A littlun?

Have you heard of The Most Dangerous Game? Fascinating story, really. My father read it to me about a dozen times before it started to become somewhat of a lullaby to me. The game that every hunter yearns for is humans. They're the only thing intelligent enough to make the chase worth the adrenaline rush... My father used to tell me that one day my sacrifice would be just as good as those who died in that story. Hunted like a pig, whatever that means.

You are pathetic, Kitt. You are a foot stool of a boy, who would bend to the will of the worst boys on this island. Jack snaps an order at you and you follow like a dog would an owner.

I can end that for you. I know how. Think of it like protection. Franklin already offers you that, yes? How fascinating that even the strongest boy on this island keeps his lips shut when Norman molds you like clay to his horrid narrative.

I can get you home. If home is where you want to be. I see your scars, Kitt. You don't like looking too long at anyone in their eyes, you flinch when your name is yelled at you. You look downright distraught when Wilbur gets near. I know what that means, Kitt.

You are a pig that they will slaughter when you no longer fit their desires of a boy. It is destiny. Fate. Whatever you wish to believe.

I would stick with me, if I were you. Maybe then your death won't be so... gruesome, eh?"

Find Kitt: @the-kitt-records

"Ugh... While I do not usually dabble with the affairs of the dead they are far too messy for me. All that blood, how revolting, I suppose just this once, I shall accompany you. However do you accidentally kill a bird? I know that they can die on accident, the foolish little things used to fly into my window back home all the time. My mother would nurse them back to life, if she could. A silly task for a woman bound to household chores exclusively...

Just try not to be too graphic, I would rather not have an upset stomach while watching. Wherever would I go be sick? Not that I would be sick. I tend to have a firm stomach when it comes to such things that make people squeamish. It almost reminds me of the time a school boy ran his knee straight into a metal fence. What a disturbing image.

I would maybe not ask the Kitt boy Beckett? Maybe... to help you with such a task. Oh dear, I fear he would throw a faint seeing the mortality of birds. I would hate to see what he does about the mortality of humans. He does know that people die, I would hope. I have no intentions of proving such a fact to him any time soon.

I would not cower, no. I will be helpful if you need me to be. I imagine it's difficult to get to do things you enjoy out in these parts. All these boys whine to you like they can't deal with it on their own. Foolish creatures, eh? I assume one day, one of them is going to take up all of your time, and I will never see you again. Never seeing you again would be quite an unfortunate set of circumstances. You are the only thing of interest to me on this island.

Ah, if I may comment on something I had overheard recently. You do talk to that Kitt about his improper eyesight. Gosh, I'm shocked he hasn't tripped and slipped on a wet rock and cracked his silly little skull right open.

Your eyes, Asa.

They are... quite...

Nice. If anyone comments on them, it is merely out of...

Never mind that. Dissection it is, eh?"

find Asa: @ask-asa-damon-lotf

find Kitt @the-kitt-records