beneath-the-hatchet

[beneath-the-hatchet]

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Getting my shit together and coming back to this and the melissa blog soon (i also havent been active on my main lmaoo mental health rules)

But also have the stuff ive been up to lately

enjoy the second coming of craziness

(ALSO DM ME IF YOU NEED ME TO REPLY TO AN RP I LEFT ON THE BLOCK OKAY. DM ME AND ILL REPLY WHEN IM FULLY HERE PLEASE and also send asks thanks)

one more thing. I know it hasnt been THAT long but i have a history of abandoning blogs randomly so i wanna prevent that and come back sooner this time. Enjoy the photos

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Apologizing greatly for absence

Mental health not good

Active on discord tho for time being

Sorry

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Woke up cheerful acting like didn't write ash fulfilling his eternal role as the witness and watching his uncle kay h ess infront of him and then witness his mother do the same a month later

Goodness

like there was a story and then a little lore bit

Good lord boy

like.. Teehee man (i could post the full lil poorly written thing bc its just there but aaah)

[beneath-the-hatchet]

(I APOLOGIZE FOR MY ABSENCE. MENTAL FUCK UP.)

The spore-infected boy continued to walk silently, speeding up ever so slightly as if he were that impatient.. Snickering as Richie's voice crackled through the hallways. As the boy ran, so did the ember- though..He onlyslowed to a stop upon being given the offer to handle richie with a quite.. Show stoppin' number (SHAMELESS.)

'..Oh course. Something to close the doors on this school.. One final breath taking performance.. Just for this lowly nerd.'

He held his hand out, not even facing the other. He'd only be looking.. Listening for where Richie had ended up.

'Apologies.... I think I know where he's going to run of to, though.. '𖤐

( @the-hive-traveler )

*two teens walk through hatchetfield high, hand in hand*

*blue spores float around them as they laugh through the halls, infecting anyone unfortunate enough to breathe them in*

*they slow as they see richie, their faces stretching into a grin in synch with one another*

(-@the-hive-traveler and @beneath-the-hatchet)

Richie shuffled along through the highschool, avoiding anyone he could. He’s actually quite okay with that, his previous experiences with avoiding certain people. But his bag had a few keychains that jingled occasionally, which he hadn’t taken the time to stop and really take off. To preoccupied on continuously moving.

He’s about to turn a corner, duck away somewhere until he hears laughter. Which has attention, spinning around to see two people laughing at the other end of the corridor. His eyes widened at the sight.

[beneath-the-hatchet]

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Lacking in productivity because of a little thing called brain issues!! (Ye olden mental illness) sooo sorry 😞😞 so have a screenshot which demonstrates the rabbit hole!! Anddd hh send asks yes yes

[beneath-the-hatchet]

After the aureate splash of light- as soon as the three appeared in the lot.. Ash doubled over, somewhat dizzy.. Confused.

'Okay!.. Didn't expect.. This quick of.. Shit.. A trip. '𖤐

he slowly got up, picking his notebook up as well before walking- well.. Lagging behind the other two. He was astonished at how quick they could summon their facades.

The witchwood is quiet . . The occasional whistles and hums , chrips and snapping . .

A curious soul is lurking , however .

Following a riddle , laid out by tellers of gray .

The searcher trips an awful lot , snapping twigs and causing alert to rise .

He comes across a river-stream , belloeing newrby is a nighthawk's repeating cries .

And He simply calls out , ' Hello ? Anyone out here - at all ? '

𖤐

Hello ? Hello ? Hello ? Hello ?

His voice echoed around the grove. The trees gossiped to each other as a dust mote- no, that wasn't a dust mote, it was blue, crossed his field of view. And then, from the direction it had come from,

Hello.

It was a... Humanoid. His "skin" was gray stone, cracked in many places, and from these cracks little blue spores floated lazily. He wore a blue, sparkly dress with a few layers of silver tulle and mesh underneath and above. His eyes were a strangely familiar vivid blue, and his hair, like that of a human's, also familiar.

It's good to see you here.

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This lovely chase only added to the fun- a casted out, weighed down loser? Running from his saviors? Obnoxious as it was, the reward was going to be so tender.

The kids were lagging behind, a mixture of laughter, song, and spores wafting through the air. The purple hooded boy snickered, turning to his partner.

'We could cause him to run into the gym.. Theres nowhere to go from there!— or maybe.. A simple cornering will do... His classmates can join in on the fun once their up and belting out as well. ' 𖤐

He smiled, proud of his own given ideas.. Even if they weren't really his. As his chuckles grew louder, blue ooze steadily dribbled from the one thing rendering his hoodie "a mess", a bullet hole that had gone unmentioned. It added to the amusement, how the hive couldn't be stopped. They kept walking.

( @the-hive-traveler )

*two teens walk through hatchetfield high, hand in hand*

*blue spores float around them as they laugh through the halls, infecting anyone unfortunate enough to breathe them in*

*they slow as they see richie, their faces stretching into a grin in synch with one another*

(-@the-hive-traveler and @beneath-the-hatchet)

Richie shuffled along through the highschool, avoiding anyone he could. He’s actually quite okay with that, his previous experiences with avoiding certain people. But his bag had a few keychains that jingled occasionally, which he hadn’t taken the time to stop and really take off. To preoccupied on continuously moving.

He’s about to turn a corner, duck away somewhere until he hears laughter. Which has attention, spinning around to see two people laughing at the other end of the corridor. His eyes widened at the sight.

[beneath-the-hatchet]

The boy snickered as the two slowly moved, easily amused at the prey's wide eyes and scarce movement- giggling in such a way that it sounded like some arpeggio.

'Soon enough, the spotlight'll be on this rowdy one as well.. Enter stage left. '

He joined in on the humming, granting a more faint background noise as the two grew near, the purple one rolling his eyes as richie began to run away, sighing.

'And there he goes.. The chase won't be so fun.. But it's always worth it. right, trav? ' 𖤐

He snickered, slowing down and turning to the other.

( @the-hive-traveler)

*two teens walk through hatchetfield high, hand in hand*

*blue spores float around them as they laugh through the halls, infecting anyone unfortunate enough to breathe them in*

*they slow as they see richie, their faces stretching into a grin in synch with one another*

(-@the-hive-traveler and @beneath-the-hatchet)

Richie shuffled along through the highschool, avoiding anyone he could. He’s actually quite okay with that, his previous experiences with avoiding certain people. But his bag had a few keychains that jingled occasionally, which he hadn’t taken the time to stop and really take off. To preoccupied on continuously moving.

He’s about to turn a corner, duck away somewhere until he hears laughter. Which has attention, spinning around to see two people laughing at the other end of the corridor. His eyes widened at the sight.

[beneath-the-hatchet]

NO NOT MY TUMMY

*insert picture of Hidgens getting his guts ripped out by his workin boys*

𖤐

' Oh . '

𖤐

[beneath-the-hatchet]

(Oh lookie, I'm first!)

As the figures walked steadily through the halls of the school, they'd have a gaffe, their giggles sounding as meliodic as a full choir. One of the two dawned a purple-ish hoodie with a strange hole in it, broken glasses, and a blank smile.. His eyes seemed glossy and glazed over, a dead stare. As the two figures slowed at the sight of poor Richie Lipschitz, the purple one whispered at a low tone to the other, before looking back to where the boy had stood shocked.

'There he is. The obnoxious outcast. You know what they say.. Nerdy prudes must ♪Die-ie-iee~♫' 𖤐

He laughed at the melody, before only staring at the nerd, waiting for a signal.. An action.. Something fun.

*two teens walk through hatchetfield high, hand in hand*

*blue spores float around them as they laugh through the halls, infecting anyone unfortunate enough to breathe them in*

*they slow as they see richie, their faces stretching into a grin in synch with one another*

(-@the-hive-traveler and @beneath-the-hatchet)

Richie shuffled along through the highschool, avoiding anyone he could. He’s actually quite okay with that, his previous experiences with avoiding certain people. But his bag had a few keychains that jingled occasionally, which he hadn’t taken the time to stop and really take off. To preoccupied on continuously moving.

He’s about to turn a corner, duck away somewhere until he hears laughter. Which has attention, spinning around to see two people laughing at the other end of the corridor. His eyes widened at the sight.

[beneath-the-hatchet]

'- Well. I guess i can get behind this then.. '

He faintly chuckled along, huffing.

'Okay, okay.. Let's go. ' 𖤐

The witchwood is quiet . . The occasional whistles and hums , chrips and snapping . .

A curious soul is lurking , however .

Following a riddle , laid out by tellers of gray .

The searcher trips an awful lot , snapping twigs and causing alert to rise .

He comes across a river-stream , belloeing newrby is a nighthawk's repeating cries .

And He simply calls out , ' Hello ? Anyone out here - at all ? '

𖤐

Hello ? Hello ? Hello ? Hello ?

His voice echoed around the grove. The trees gossiped to each other as a dust mote- no, that wasn't a dust mote, it was blue, crossed his field of view. And then, from the direction it had come from,

Hello.

It was a... Humanoid. His "skin" was gray stone, cracked in many places, and from these cracks little blue spores floated lazily. He wore a blue, sparkly dress with a few layers of silver tulle and mesh underneath and above. His eyes were a strangely familiar vivid blue, and his hair, like that of a human's, also familiar.

It's good to see you here.

[beneath-the-hatchet]

Ash started flipping through his book quickly, checking his pages for whatever reason before he was suddenly inclined to join in on the linking arms action.

'..are we about to go down the yellow brick road-' 𖤐

The witchwood is quiet . . The occasional whistles and hums , chrips and snapping . .

A curious soul is lurking , however .

Following a riddle , laid out by tellers of gray .

The searcher trips an awful lot , snapping twigs and causing alert to rise .

He comes across a river-stream , belloeing newrby is a nighthawk's repeating cries .

And He simply calls out , ' Hello ? Anyone out here - at all ? '

𖤐

Hello ? Hello ? Hello ? Hello ?

His voice echoed around the grove. The trees gossiped to each other as a dust mote- no, that wasn't a dust mote, it was blue, crossed his field of view. And then, from the direction it had come from,

Hello.

It was a... Humanoid. His "skin" was gray stone, cracked in many places, and from these cracks little blue spores floated lazily. He wore a blue, sparkly dress with a few layers of silver tulle and mesh underneath and above. His eyes were a strangely familiar vivid blue, and his hair, like that of a human's, also familiar.

It's good to see you here.

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He tilted his head a little, exhaling.

'..I'm not angry about the interruptions. And I'm not angry at you.. That's all im getting from this. All we're getting. '

'This..thing may have a tone issue. And I myself am waning. Only the lords know how. ' 𖤐

He stepped back, thinking- as new brains usually do.. And held his arms out. For an embrace.. This was probably how social cues worked.. Yeah.

*the traveler appears in the ember’s timeline immediately finding who they’re looking for*

*they approach the ember, holding their hand out*

care for another dance?

(ooc: you know who it is. *whispers* gaysssssss)

The dwindling ember of a boy who once was caged had been "practicing" a few dances by themselves..well..not entirely--, in the middle of the witchwood. He was not startled by the traveler's appearance and approach, no- they both knew of eachother through the hive.. He was infact joyful at this encounter! He slowed in his steps before the brain allowed them to stop. He turned to the traveler and took their hand, bowing and giving the other a peck on the knuckles, just as a greeting..

' I thought you'd never arrive . . . Nor did I think you'd ever ask once more . ' 𖤐

The boys voice was much more charming than the original. Clear and calm. No squeaks or cracks..

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The boy is silent, huffing.. Puffing. He slows down and turns to the traveler, smiling.

'I've never been as ready as Now. '

The smile looked fake

only for a moment.

*the traveler appears in the ember’s timeline immediately finding who they’re looking for*

*they approach the ember, holding their hand out*

care for another dance?

(ooc: you know who it is. *whispers* gaysssssss)

The dwindling ember of a boy who once was caged had been "practicing" a few dances by themselves..well..not entirely--, in the middle of the witchwood. He was not startled by the traveler's appearance and approach, no- they both knew of eachother through the hive.. He was infact joyful at this encounter! He slowed in his steps before the brain allowed them to stop. He turned to the traveler and took their hand, bowing and giving the other a peck on the knuckles, just as a greeting..

' I thought you'd never arrive . . . Nor did I think you'd ever ask once more . ' 𖤐

The boys voice was much more charming than the original. Clear and calm. No squeaks or cracks..

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Ash held a thumbs up, before stopping to think.

'I kinda don’t remember a shortcut..'

'Lets take it! '𖤐

The witchwood is quiet . . The occasional whistles and hums , chrips and snapping . .

A curious soul is lurking , however .

Following a riddle , laid out by tellers of gray .

The searcher trips an awful lot , snapping twigs and causing alert to rise .

He comes across a river-stream , belloeing newrby is a nighthawk's repeating cries .

And He simply calls out , ' Hello ? Anyone out here - at all ? '

𖤐

Hello ? Hello ? Hello ? Hello ?

His voice echoed around the grove. The trees gossiped to each other as a dust mote- no, that wasn't a dust mote, it was blue, crossed his field of view. And then, from the direction it had come from,

Hello.

It was a... Humanoid. His "skin" was gray stone, cracked in many places, and from these cracks little blue spores floated lazily. He wore a blue, sparkly dress with a few layers of silver tulle and mesh underneath and above. His eyes were a strangely familiar vivid blue, and his hair, like that of a human's, also familiar.

It's good to see you here.

[beneath-the-hatchet]

The ember closed his eyes as they continued, reaching the forests edge. The figure hesitated before leading the traveler out and towards the town...

𖤐

*the traveler appears in the ember’s timeline immediately finding who they’re looking for*

*they approach the ember, holding their hand out*

care for another dance?

(ooc: you know who it is. *whispers* gaysssssss)

The dwindling ember of a boy who once was caged had been "practicing" a few dances by themselves..well..not entirely--, in the middle of the witchwood. He was not startled by the traveler's appearance and approach, no- they both knew of eachother through the hive.. He was infact joyful at this encounter! He slowed in his steps before the brain allowed them to stop. He turned to the traveler and took their hand, bowing and giving the other a peck on the knuckles, just as a greeting..

' I thought you'd never arrive . . . Nor did I think you'd ever ask once more . ' 𖤐

The boys voice was much more charming than the original. Clear and calm. No squeaks or cracks..

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'That settles it, then. '

The boy slowly got up and stretched, picking his notebook up after before backing away slowly.

'Are we heading out now- or staying a little while more? '𖤐

The witchwood is quiet . . The occasional whistles and hums , chrips and snapping . .

A curious soul is lurking , however .

Following a riddle , laid out by tellers of gray .

The searcher trips an awful lot , snapping twigs and causing alert to rise .

He comes across a river-stream , belloeing newrby is a nighthawk's repeating cries .

And He simply calls out , ' Hello ? Anyone out here - at all ? '

𖤐

Hello ? Hello ? Hello ? Hello ?

His voice echoed around the grove. The trees gossiped to each other as a dust mote- no, that wasn't a dust mote, it was blue, crossed his field of view. And then, from the direction it had come from,

Hello.

It was a... Humanoid. His "skin" was gray stone, cracked in many places, and from these cracks little blue spores floated lazily. He wore a blue, sparkly dress with a few layers of silver tulle and mesh underneath and above. His eyes were a strangely familiar vivid blue, and his hair, like that of a human's, also familiar.

It's good to see you here.