#should i be writing more than hatchetfield?

[slautertm]

more will come tomorrow! get ready for CHAOS

[the-spaced-out-ace]

okay okay hear me out. hatchetfield/ever after high au

i maaaaaayyy have been thinking about this since. the day i saw abstinence camp. in my defense dexven and lautski are the same ship and nobody likes either of these things more than me (/j) so like. rundown of ideas i had (and one piece of inspo from a gc i'm in)

Stephanie Lauter, daughter of the Evil King: Yeah, I'm just fully reusing Raven's backstory here. Steph's born into wickedness and expected to one day inherit her father's throne and oppress her people and possibly curse the future Snow White. Which earns her respectful fear from her fellow "evil" peers, fearful respect from most of her classmates, and dread from herself, because she doesn't want to be anything like her dad, for better or for worse, even if it means risking going poof. Doesn't really help she's just not a good student in the classes assigned to her and her father keeps telling her she'll be a terrible Evil Queen anyway. Would absolutely prefer to write her own destiny. Her current plans involve doing fuck-all as an adult.

Peter Spankoffski, son of one of the Generic Charming Families: More specifically, the ones from Beauty and the Beast. One problem. He wasn't exactly planned. His big brother has already lived out being the beast and a noble lady named Jenny broke Ted's curse yeeeeaaarrrs ago, so Pete's already seen what should be his story play out in real time. And given the assumption that Ted and Jenny's kid would take on one of their roles, Pete's not sure he even has a destiny. Pretty much ostracized by most of his peers for so obviously not having a destiny. He's the only non-villian not inherently scared of Steph, and when they talk it's all like "god, you're so lucky your story isn't a shitshow" "at least you have a story" and eventually they kinda further break destiny by dating because they are literally just Raven and Dexter in another font.

Ruth Fleming, daughter of The Mad Hatter: @mythuzalasheir3 suggested this one to me and I was so inclined to agree. Ruth is so Wonderlandian to me. She's theatrical, she's eccentric and not willing to turn it down, will just say what's on her mind as she sees it. Taking a bit from the books canon, she does sorta resent Steph at first for her father going off-book and poisoning Wonderlandian magic, but after Pete urges her to actually talk to her as they start hanging out more, she sees Steph isn't as scary as she thought and very quickly gets comfortable turning up her madness and speaking Riddlish around her like she does with her other friends. Speaking of which.

Richie Lipschitz, son of the Wizard of Oz: Yes. I really am making Pete the odd one out. Ruth is Wonderlandian, Richie is an (honorary) Ozian. Sue me. This basically stems from how Richie was in charge of taping the prank in the Waylons/putting on the music, so knowing he has special effects know-how, he is going to have a blast doing the hologram head thing in the Emerald City for a few decades. He also plans on introducing pop culture stuff to Oz, too, not just more science. Nerd. I think he's iconic for it.

(Side note: neither Ruth nor Richie can believe that they're just casually best friends with a prince, even though Pete really doesn't want it to be a big deal).

Grace Chasity, daughter of the Temple Woman from The Little Mermaid: Right. History time. If you're not familiar with the original version of TLM, after the mermaid brings the prince back to shore, a girl from a Christian monastery finds the prince, and he believes she saved him instead of the mermaid. And also she and the prince are married by the end. I chose this fully because she's very proud of the fact she already has an immortal soul, and doesn't have to do anything for a happily ever after other than be in the right place at the right time. She does not give a damn about who her prince is as long as they stick to the script. Basically, she's a Royal out of necessity more than anything.

Max Jagerman, son of another Charming Clan: More specifically, he's destined to be the Rapunzel's prince. He's in with Steph because he thinks it's a good idea to be on the good side of all royals in his class. But not Storiless Spankoffski. He does NOT fraternize with people whose existence could poof away a whole story. For as much as he tries to fit the example of Perfect Royals Accepting Their Destiny, he does still have a target of affection not in his story: Grace. Being much more stereotypically Royal than him, she keeps rejecting him due to not being interested and not even part of his story. Doesn't stop him from trying.

The Lords in Black, the heads of Ever After High: Everyone has a destiny. They're here to run the school and enforce them, and also dictate the destinies of the more ambiguous cases like Charming Number Twenty-Seven or "how do we find a replacement for a character who is dead." They say there's a spider in the basement but don't even worry about it, they'll take care of it eventually.

Webby, the Weaver in the Basement: Basically taking the place of Giles Grimm, her brothers have let her have less and less involvement with destinies over the years, so she's spinning up happier endings that hopefully won't go poof in solitude. Would definitely encourage Steph to follow her heart instead of her destiny.

Henery Hidgens as the Magic Botany teacher, and also former Jack of Jack the Giant Slayer fame: man I just think this would be funny

[booigi-boi]

I am asking about your Tinky-Ted fusion. Do you have a design or just an idea?

Absolutely! Here's what the design is, I've drawn it a couple times. A redraw has been on my to do list for a while, lol 👍🐐 (including Blinky Bill cause I love the arms)

There's two ways I've made a Tinky Ted fusion work, might be a long read

CCRP has Tinky's DNA and they wanna do something with it. They reopen an old lab in the building that was used for more inhumane experiments. They go to the tech support floor and request Ted stay after work to fix something for them. Ted is then force to stay there and kept as kind of a lab animal. The process of inserting Tinky's DNA is painful and takes months to show any results, but the experiment is a success and Ted is involuntarily and painfully being able to transform into a yellow goat like creature. How will CCRP use this to their advantage? Who knows

Sam is tired of seeing his wife sleep with Ted of all people so he's finally going to do something about it. After stalking him for a while and catching him leave work, he takes Ted to the Nantucket bridge, beats him up, and throws him into the frozen water. Ted should be dead but he isn't. He finds himself in the Black and White, face to face with a nightmare creature who is eerily excited to see him. The creature tells Ted he's waited for this for years and laughs. A brighter than bright yellow flash then suddenly blinds Ted as he then finds himself laying on a beach in Hatchetfield, wet and bruised, as if no time had passed. With some effort he limps back into town and runs into Paul, who is horrified and surprised to see him. Time did pass, about 3 weeks, and everyone assumed Ted had died. Ted however has no recollection of what happened to him and as far as he was concerned, he didn't care to know. Fast forward to few weeks and Ted starts to get flashes of pain and nausea. He sees his veins turn yellow for a moment every time these pains occur. With every passing week the pains get more violent and he can barely get out of bed. Sometimes he dreams he's walking around his neighborhood and thrashing whatever he sees. But it is just a dream, right? He looks like a yellow weregoat creature in these dreams and he doesn't have control of his body, as if someone else inside his brain is making him do things against his will. When he wakes up from these dreams he can no longer feel pain. He is however sometimes covered with blood and his clothes are torn. The worst thing however is that he seems to have tiny holes in his head where there were once horns.

That's kinda it, lol. I'm in a hurry as I'm writing this so feel free to ask follow up questions about anything. I do have a third one, but it's pretty much the same as the CCRP one but instead of CCRP it's Hidgens

[dumbistsmartass]

saying something about every hatchetfield production

spoilers, some nonsense, zero consistency with what I talk about, hurriedly written text, and back Cinderella’s Castle, QUICKLY, the kickstarter ends on May 4th. Also I mostly won’t be talking about the message to take away from all of them because I plan to make that another post.

TGWDLM: the catalyst of it all, it set up many fan favorite characters. Also my personal interpretation is that the musical we watch is actually happening in canon and is being put on by Pokky/Paul. Also how much of someone’s personality remain after infection?

Black Friday: it does pretty good as our first (true) intro to the LiBs it works very well. We get more General Macnmara who quickly becomes one of my favs. It also adds a lot of my other favs to the Hatchetverse, Hanna, Lex, Ethan, and Tom

NPMD: probably my favorite of the mainline musicals. I really hate Dirty Girl tho. The musical version of Hatchet Town is better than the OST version. The characters all have really good chemistry. I love Grace as a warning about the consequences of using religion as a fear tactic, when she sinned and wasn’t instantly punished for it she decided to take matters into her own hands and became a bloodthirsty maniac. The fact we got so close to a good ending if Max hadn’t fallen is darkly funny.

Hatchetfield Apeman: I don’t know how to feel about this one, it’s an interesting story but I think shouldn’t have been the first nightmare time story as it set a bad precedent for a lot of people.

Watcher World: I FUCKING LOVE WATCHER WORLD. The horror buildup of “what the fuck is happening here?” was genuinely amazing. The idea of a paranormal amusement part made for the amusement of an elder god id so cool. I feel uncomfortable saying the work “Sniglet”

Forever and always: one of my favs, the mystery of the two Emma’s is amazing, and the twist of which Emma Paul chose is amazing. It does make me wonder tho, is Emma a robot in every timeline? Also im just gonna assume that Tinky is connected to this one.

Time Bastered: another of my favs, the way it connects with FaA and the very clever time travel writing were highlights. The Ted is The Homeless Guy twist is really clever, and the ending is tragic

Jane’s a Car: holy shit my opinions on this one is so mixed. I love the bonding of Becky, Tom, and Tim is so wholesome. I REALLY hate that scene. Also is Jane turned into a car in every universe?

The Witch in the Web: our true into too Webby. Massive lore dumbs sort of weighted it down for me but it was still good.

Honey Queen: god I love this one. The fact that the LiBs aren’t mentioned until the very end was a really good choice. Both Zoey and Linda going to any length to win was some great tension.

Perky’s Buds: I went into this one expecting it to be kinda mid, and I was right but it was on the high end of mid. Ziggy being NB and played by a real NB actor is great! The bird hive mind is genuinely kinda unnerving despite how cute they are. I personally think they should have died, then content on the rooftop with the fire would have been such a good ending, but the police showing up to arrest them packs less of a punch.

Abstinence Camp: again, one of my favs, I fucking love this one and it also has the best Nightmare Timr song. It’s a fun way of exploring the “if you have sex in a horror movie you die” trope. Grace once again gets some sort of power and abuses it.

Daddy: I have mixed feelings, it’s a genuinely interesting plot but it get pretty uncomfortable. The song at the start made me think it would be a more empathetic take on Sherman Young but it definitely fucking wasn’t.

Killer Track: what is there to say? Killer track is actually so fucking amazing, if you will watch anything from this list watch this. I’m saying nothing else

Yellow Jacket: not at all what I was expecting, but it was great! From what I heard I was sort of expecting a high school drama with Pokky doing his bullshit in the background, but I loved this too. Also the ending hurt me.

Workin’ Boys: Pokky strikes again, but I’m not sure why TBH. Motherfucker just decided to fuck with his one most loyal subject and for what?

[chaotic-goodsir]

Good morning, might I interest anyone in some hyperfixated rambling re:

1) Me being wrong about Wilbur Cross and John Macnamara's canon ages.

2) The newly explained Mega Bastards SaF lore (I know it's just Actor Curt Mega's headcanon but it's canon to me now)

3) The implications for my hcs about Wilbur being the Spankoffski bros uncle and John being related to Curt?

Keeping it under a readmore so I don't annoy everyone about this, because I have a lot of thoughts.

*

So it turns out I misunderstood John and Wilbur's canon ages in Black Friday.

According to the wiki they're around 42 and around 44 respectively in 2019. I'd imagined them as being 10 years older than this and therefore in their early 30s back in 1998, but in fact they should have been only 21 and 23 in that Saf/Hatchetverse crossover fic I wrote a while ago, and they were only 28 and 30 when the portal incident happened.

The question of whether Wiley can physically age post-2005 makes this interesting, though. Was Wilbur 44 in 2005, making Wiley eternally 44? That would mean that pre-portal Wilbur was a whole 15 or 16 years older than John, which works well I guess for the canon mentor-mentee context but not so well for my own MacNaCross headcanons. I think such a big age difference would change their dynamic a lot, plus I prefer the idea of Wilbur having been promoted at a fairly young age for a PIEP colonel.

For those reasons I'm gonna go with Wilbur being 30 in 2005 and Wiley being technically 44 in Black Friday, whether or not he ages in a normal human way. The most tragic implication of this is of course that I can't call Wilbur/Wiley a boomer anymore, since being born in 1975 makes them definitely Gen X :(

But it would also make the age difference between Wil and Annie (a Hatchetfield OC of mine who is Wil's sister and Pete and Ted's mom) much larger. Ted was born in 1984, so Annie would have to be at least 10 years older than Wilbur.

Having a 10 year age difference between the Cross Siblings would be kinda cool (it parallels the Spankoffski bros age difference!!) but it does mean rethinking all my headcanons about their sibling dynamic. Plus it would make Wilbur less than 10 years older than Ted and an actual uncle since the age of 9.

- Implications for my headcanons about where the Uncle Wiley character/voice came from? Perhaps.

- Would Ted have known Wilbur better when he was growing up? Seems more likely, especially if Annie helped her younger sibling out when he left home.

- What about Ted and Wilbur knowing each other around the time of the Jenny incident and the portal? Or when Pete was born in 2002? Or Homeless Ted's reasons for queuing up in Black Friday?

MUCH to consider and perhaps draw or write about some time.

*

Anyway. On a different note:

Combining Actor Curt Mega's headcanon about Agent Curt Mega having several illegitimate children with John and Wilbur's canon ages, it's completely possible (if you like SaF/Hatchetverse crossovers) for John Macnamara to be Curt's grandson.

If John is around 42 in TGWDLM and Black Friday, then he was born around 1976. So his mother or father could easily have been born in the early fifties as one of the illegitimate children resulting from Curt's spy activities. And it's likely John wouldn't know this, if the truth was kept a secret from him - which it probably would be, if his grandmother's line of work/status was the kind where you end up being seduced for espionage reasons by the world's greatest spy.

Again: Much to think about.

[im-not-a-l0ser]

Part two of Another Ongoing Fic That I Need People To Encourage Me To Finish

Admittedly, this could be considered a Swedish Barbeque story more than a michie story, but it's a chapter of a michie story, so....

It's also much longer than my last one, since it essentially includes two plots.

Feedback please, I'm terrified; this is my first time writing them.

2- Trevor and Rudolph

“Mom, can I have my friend over tomorrow?” Trevor asked as soon as he saw her coming down the stairs. 

“Uh, well, I suppose. But only if you’re okay with Richie’s friend being around too,” She said. Trevor looked over to his brother, who was sitting at the other end of the couch. His face was buried in his volume of Haikyuu, clearly just trying to cover his face.

“I thought you guys usually go over to Peter’s?” Trevor said. Richie cleared his throat, pulling the manga away from his face. 

“It’s not Pete or Ruth,” He said quietly. 

“You have other friends?” Trevor asked genuinely, even though it earned him a swat in the arm with the manga. 

“Yes!” 

“Who?” Richie froze and curled back into himself, opening his book back up. 

“None of your business,” He grumbled. 

“Well,” Their mother interrupted. “Your father has a meeting tomorrow evening, and I’ll be with Becky, so you can get some pizza or something?”

“Sounds good,” Richie said with a nod.

“Yeah, that works,” Trevor agreed. 

The next day went by excruciatingly slowly. 

Trevor only had his last period with Rudolph, which was an English class, and he was looking forward to it all day, and when he got there, he was so anxious.

It got worse as they walked through the halls to their lockers. Their lockers were on opposite sides of the hall, but almost directly across from each other, which meant that they could walk together, but it kind of made Trevor feel more nervous.

This would be the first time Rudolph was coming over to his house. They’d gone out— as friends, of course— before, but this was the first time they’d really be alone. 

Trevor didn’t even know what to do! It’s not like he had friends over very often! He didn’t even know what Richie did with his friends, they usually hung out in his room. 

That was an even more terrifying idea. Not that Trevor didn’t clean his room, he did, especially the night prior, but he didn’t know if Rudolph would think there were implications or something. He was still a bit confused at Hatchetfield culture. He was pretty good at general American stuff, but there were some things in Hatchetfield specifically that he found odd.

“Are you okay?” Rudolph asked, catching Trevor’s attention. 

“Hm? Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine,” Trevor said with a nervous laugh. 

“Are you sure?” He pressed. His accent made Trevor more nervous, but it was kind of pleasant. 

“I’m sure,” He said with a smile. “Oh, Richie’s friend is coming over today too, so you guys might see each other, is that… okay?” 

“Of course,” Rudolph responded with a smile and puff of laughter. “I don’t mind Peter. Although, Ruth is kinda…” He made a face.

Rudolph avoided Ruth at most costs. She found his accent attractive too. It made Trevor feel guilty for feeling the same way.

“But we could just go into your room.”

“Oh, well, it’s not Ruth,” Trevor said. “Or Peter. I don’t actually know who it is,” He admitted. 

“Oh, alright,” Rudolph said. 

“Is pizza okay? That’s what my mom said that we should get, but we could probably get something else Door Dashed if you’d prefer—”

“Pizza is great, Trevor,” Rudolph reassured. Trevor swallowed and nodded. They slowed as they stopped for their lockers. “Anything sounds great if it is with you.”

Rudolph’s quiet remark was easily covered with the sounds of people scrambling through the halls, and especially at the sound of Trevor opening his locker. 

They walked to Trevor’s house in comfortable silence, filled with the sounds of nature and cars. Neither of them noticed how they’d glance at each other, or how Rudolph carefully stepped in perfect sync with Trevor, trying not to let his height give him an advantage. He’d stare down at their shoes on the sidewalk, making sure to align their step to the right distance. 

When they arrived, there was an unfamiliar bike leaned against the porch. It must've belonged to Richie’s friend. 

“So, uh…” Trevor said, walking up the porch steps, “What do you want to do? We didn’t really talk about it…”

“Anything you like,” Rudolph responded, unhelpfully. 

“That’s not an actual answer!” Trevor huffed.

“Well,” Rudolph said, “It’s not exactly fun, but I do have some homework I need to complete. If that is alright.”

“Of course it is,” Trevor rushed to reassure. “I probably have some too. What class is yours for?” 

He pushed the door open. Richie’s shoes were sitting next to the door, but those were the only additions. 

“Geometry,” Rudolph responded, running his hand along the strap of his bag. 

“Oh, yeah, I’m not in that,” Trevor pouted. 

“Is that a problem?” Rudolph asked. “I can do it later.”

“No, it’s perfectly okay, it just means I won’t be able to help out or anything,” Trevor responded, nearly disappointed in himself. 

Richie was always the one who was good at math. Trevor was good at English, and some History, but Math and Science were never really his strong suit. They must’ve split the attributes in the womb. If they weren’t twins and instead were one person, they’d probably be unstoppable. 

“I am happy to just spend time with you, Trevor,” Rudolph reassured this time. “You know this. I like being your friend.”

“Right,” Trevor sighed. “I-I’m sorry. I’m not used to having people over.”

“I know,” Rudolph answered. “Is there anywhere I should put my bag?” 

“Oh, right! Should we work at the table or the couch? I prefer working with something in the background, so the couch… could work better,” Trevor said, trying not to spiral in his internal debate. 

“Perfect,” Rudolph said, walking over to the couch. Trevor scrambled to catch up, definitely a little frustrated and flustered in his behaviour. “You can put on whatever you like,” He said, pulling out his school work. 

“Right, yes,” Trevor laughed lightly. He quickly threw on Hairspray and pulled out his own school work. 

Trevor hummed along to the music as he worked, and Rudolph looked at him after every math problem with a fond smile. 

Rudolph finished his short assignment first, and slipped the work into his bag. He positioned comfortably toward the tv, but kept his eyes on the focused boy next to him. He glanced at the tv every so often, but Trevor was more interesting anyway. 

Eventually, Trevor finished his work too, and stuffed it into his bag, finally looking back at the boy he’d been semi-avoiding. Rudolph immediately averted his eyes, afraid he’d been caught, but the smile on his face said he wouldn’t mind if he had. 

“Were you staring at me?” Trevor teased, poking Rudolph in the ribs. 

“Yes,” Rudolph admitted quickly. 

“What?” Trevor defaulted. 

Luckily, Richie came down, saving them both from the embarrassment that would definitely come as ‘without love’ began on the tv. 

“Oh, sorry to interrupt,” Richie said. “Can we order pizza now? We’re a little hungry. We have A lunch,” He said with a small laugh. 

“Yeah, go ahead,” Trevor said. 

“Pepperoni sausage sound good?” Richie asked, pulling his phone,” 

“Yeah, sounds great. Rudy?” 

“Yeah, sounds good,” Rudolph agreed. 

“Either of you want pop?” Richie asked. “I’m getting an orange pop for him.” He pointed back toward the stairs, indicating his friend.

“We’ve got Dr Pepper, I’m good with that,” Trevor dismissed. 

“Dr Pepper sounds good, yeah,” Rudolph agreed.

“Okay, I’ll get it ordered. Call for me when they get here— Do Not come and get me,” Richie said. Trevor and Rudolph looked at him strangely but nodded in understanding. 

“We missed most of the movie,” Rudolph said as Richie walked upstairs. Trevor worried that Richie heard and would misinterpret what he said. 

“I, uh, yeah,” Trevor said. “We can go back if you want.”

“No, that’s alright,” Rudolph said. “I’ve watched it before.”

“Really?” Trevor asked, lighting up.

“Of course,” He said, “You really like it. So I watched it.”

“We should watch Legally Blonde The Musical while you’re here!” Trevor chittered excitedly, “And maybe Ride The Cyclone!”

“Whatever you like,” Rudolph said. 

“Wait, we should watch something you like too,” Trevor said. “Just to be fair.”

“We can watch what I like when we hang out at my house.” Trevor tried to bite back his smile as he leaned back against the couch. “Okay,” Rudolph breathed, wishing that Trevor would’ve changed trajectory and leaned toward him instead. 

Once the credits began to play, there was a knock at the door. 

“Richie!” Trevor called up the stairs, quickly followed by footsteps scrambling down the steps. 

He ran into the kitchen and grabbed the cash off the counter before rushing to the front door. 

The transaction was near silent, with the pizza deliverer simply stating the price, and then the sound of the door shutting. 

“I’m putting it on the counter,” Richie called, already walking into the kitchen. 

Rudolph and Trevor exchanged looks before walking, a bit awkwardly, to the kitchen. 

Rudolph hadn’t really interacted much with Richie, but he knew that despite looking the same, he and Trevor were very different. Trevor was afraid something bad would happen, like he had been the whole time, simply because Rudolph was in the house. Not even mentioning Richie and his own friend, it was a lot of anxiety going around.

Richie put a couple of slices each onto two plates and struggled to hold the two plates, orange pop, and dr pepper. 

“We can help bring those up if you need,” Rudolph offered. It looked like Richie could drop anything at any given moment. 

“Nope, no,” Richie said with a laugh. “I can handle it alone,” He said. 

“Why didn’t your friend come down to get it?” Trevor asked. “Did you just want extra pizza so made up having a friend over?” 

“No!” Richie spat. “But that’s genius and I may do that in the future.” 

It was clearly a joke, but also clearly something Richie would consider doing under certain circumstances. 

“Enjoy your date,” Richie said before walking off. 

“Whoa, what?” Trevor asked, turning to Richie’s new direction. Next to him, Rudolph laughed a little. 

“He’s just teasing, Trevor, it’s okay,” He reassured. “I know that he is joking.” Trevor sighed and covered his face. 

“Sorry,” He said. “Richie’s such an ass sometimes.” 

“Like you aren’t,” Rudolph joked. 

“Oh, shush,” Trevor said, shoving Rudolph in the arm.

“See?” He asked, motioning to Trevor’s action. 

“Okay, whatever,” Trevor laughed, setting his own plate. “Get food so we can watch Legally Blonde,” He said, licking grease off his fingers. 

“Hm?” Rudolph asked. “Oh, right,” He said. “You can go to the couch and set up, I’ll be out in a moment.” Trevor nodded, pulled a dr pepper from the fridge, and walked back to the living room. 

Rudolph returned just as Trevor made it to the musical. He was sitting much closer this time. He leaned across Trevor to set his soda on the table next to the couch. 

“Sorry,” He muttered quietly as he returned back to his spot. 

“No, y-you’re fine,” Trevor said with a small laugh. 

“Start the musical,” He said, motioning to the tv with his pizza. 

“Right, yes.”

It was admittedly difficult for Trevor not to sing along with the music, but it was easier when his mouth was stuffed with pizza. 

After a couple of times of Rudolph reaching over him, Trevor offered to grab it for him. The warmth was too much, not to mention being able to feel the form of Rudolph’s body, which was annoyingly fit and strong, especially when Trevor compared it to his own, slightly pathetic thespian body. 

It was when they got to So Much Better that they heard a song coming from the bathroom. Something Japanese, which pretty much confirmed that it was Richie’s phone. 

“Did Richie leave his phone in there?” Trevor asked, getting up. 

“Maybe,” Rudolph said, following though he didn’t need to. 

They followed the sound and found his phone under the pizza box. It was just an alarm for him to do his homework, so Trevor hit snooze. 

“I guess we should… give this back then,” He said with a small laugh. “I mean, I can go by myself, you don’t need to come.”

“Well, if I don’t, I’ll just be sitting bored on the couch, so.” 

Trevor rolled his eyes, but allowed Rudolph to follow him upstairs to Richie’s bedroom. 

There was music coming from his bedroom too, which Trevor recognised as the theme song to… an anime. He couldn’t remember, but he knew that it wasn’t BabyMetal, which was the music playing for the alarm.

He knocked on the door, but there was no response. He sighed and pushed the door open. 

“I got your pho… ne,” He said, trailing off once he saw what was happening. 

Richie was with someone as he said, their empty plates sitting on his messy sidetable. His laptop, which was playing an anime, sat at the end of his bed, threatening to fall. 

Behind the laptop was Richie, with a large guy underneath him. Rudolph covered his mouth in shock. The guy and Richie didn’t seem to notice the pair in the doorway. 

The alarm sounded again. Richie’s head flicked up before he rolled them both off the bed and popped up from the other side, leaving the other guy on the floor.

“Oh, hey, my phone!” He exclaimed. Trevor stepped closer, to which Richie wildly motioned for him to stop. “Nope, no, I got it!” He said, climbing over his bed. He grabbed his phone and shut the alarm off. “You guys can go now!”

“Was that Max Jagerman?” Rudolph suddenly asked, his voice slightly muffled under the hand covering his mouth, but he’d let a gap form between his lips and palm.

Trevor laughed at the question. No way in hell would Max Jagerman be in Richie’s bedroom, especially underneath Richie, attached at the lip and… elsewhere. 

“Whaaaa— No!” Richie exclaimed, lying terribly. 

“Holy shit, no way,” Trevor blurted, stomping over, followed by his friend and brother. 

The three of them hovered over Max, who was still laying on the floor. His arms were crossed awkwardly, his legs bent upward over his hips to cover his vulnerable parts from Richie’s somewhat protective brother. 

“Uh,” Max hesitated. “Hey,” He said with a nervous laugh, waving slightly. Richie sighed and reached his hand out for Max, who took it, but essentially just lifted himself up alone. 

“Are you okay? I didn’t warn you or anything—”

“I’m fine, you dork,” Max scoffed, ruffling his boyfriend(?)’s hair. 

“What…” Trevor breathed. He ran his hands from the bridge of his nose up through his hair. “H-How long has this been going on?”

“Uh,” Richie hesitated. “A while? I-It doesn’t matter,” He said with a nervous laugh. “But hey, you can’t yell at me, it’s not like you told me about your not-so-little boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” Trevor nearly shrieked. “Don’t change the subject! You’re dating a literal monster!” 

“He’s not like that anymore,” Richie argued, “And you didn’t seem to ever have a problem lusting over Edward Cullen or Jacob Black! And those are actual literal monsters!”

“Except they’re not, because they’re fictional characters.”

“I’m just saying, you have no right to judge me having a boyfriend who used to bully people,” Richie asserted, gripping Max’s hand with both of his own. 

Max squeezed his hand back, feeling his anxiety. 

“Richie, you really don’t see anything wrong with dating a guy who harassed you every day sophomore year?” Trevor urged. “What do you think is going to happen when you’re committed? You think he’s not going to turn bad again?” 

“Trevor,” Richie muttered. “We’ve been dating a really long time.”

“We’re already committed,” Max confirmed. “I am, at least.” Richie and Max smiled at each other. “I don’t want to be with anyone else ever again.” 

Richie smiled and rested his forehead against Max’s chest. 

“Richie,” Trevor asserted. “You’re going to get hurt.”

“Then I’m going to get hurt,” Richie said, turning his head. “The moment you see any sign that Max is hurting me— emotionally, physically, whatever— you have every right to step in. You have my permission to object. Before that happens? No. You don’t get to say shit about my relationship. Max and I have overcome what we used to be, and now we make each other happy. Whatever we were before doesn’t matter, okay?” 

Trevor was tense for a moment, but eventually groaned in defeat. 

“Fine,” He grumbled. “Whatever. But you have to stop joking about Rudy and me dating. We’re just friends.” His voice got quieter as he continued, wanting Rudolph to interrupt him and object. It hurt to say. 

Richie got to be with the boy he liked, a boy he had to overcome a terrible relationship with once, and now didn’t. And Trevor couldn’t even get with a boy who loved spending time with him. 

“Fine,” Richie agreed. 

They both sat in the moment, breathing out the tension before Trevor and Rudolph left the room, leaving the couple alone again. 

Trevor and Rudolph took their seats again, this time with Rudolph many more inches away from Trevor. 

Rudolph didn’t say anything for the rest of Legally Blonde. He didn’t even look at Trevor, even when Trevor sang along to the music. 

Rudolph looked upset during Take It Like A Man, like he couldn’t breathe, or didn’t want to. 

Trevor didn’t want to bother him. 

By the end though, Rudolph’s demeanour didn’t look too much better. He looked broken. 

Trevor turned off the show as soon as the finale song was finished. 

They sat in silence for a moment, which felt like so long. 

“Did you like it?” Trevor asked. 

“Yeah,” Rudolph said, leaning down to grab his backpack. “I should get home soon.”

“Uh… are you—”

“I had a good time today,” He said, finally looking at Trevor with a bittersweet smile. 

“Hey, what’s—”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” He said before walking away, slamming the door probably more agressively than he intended. 

Trevor put on some random video that he’d seen before, sitting with his knees bent up, Rudolph’s can clutched between his hands. 

He flicked the tab down before, hearing the ‘twing, twing, twing’ that came with it as his head rushed through many ideas, anxieties and fears regarding why Rudolph left so fast.

Unfortunately, the one he settled on was that… Rudolph might’ve been homophobic. 

Later, when Max and Richie left their room, they noticed his unhappy demeanor. 

“Hey,” Richie said, confused.

“Where’s Rudolph?” Max asked, voicing Richie’s curiosity. 

“He left,” Trevor said. “Little while ago.”

“Why?” Max asked, earning a small shove from Richie.

“Dunno.”

“Hm,” Richie hummed. “You really have no idea?” He asked, like he had any clue.

“Yeah, shut your mouth, Richie,” Trevor muttered. 

“Yeah, you’re hopeless,” Richie remarked before leading Max out the door. 

Trevor went on autopilot the rest of the night, the fear of Rudolph hating him for being queer invading every thought he had. 

He was afraid the next day when Rudolph seemed to avoid him. 

But he was still at their regular seat at lunch. They always sat together. Since Rudolph first arrived. He just needed a place to sit, and there was a free space.

More than one, actually. Trevor sat alone most days, since Caitlyn flitted from table to table. 

Rudolph was sitting with his headphones on, poking at the Hatchetfield food with his fork. 

“Hey,” Trevor said with a nervous smile as he sat down next to him. Rudolph nodded politely. “Hey, c’mon, Rudy…” Trevor pulled Rudolph’s headphones down. “What’s wrong? Did I… Did I do something?” He leaned a little closer. “Does it have to do with Richie?”

“No,” Rudolph said, pushing Trevor back with his finger. “I’m just tired.” 

“Rudy…”

“Please stop calling me that,” He requested. “It makes me feel like a child. I am not your child.”

“I did something. Tell me what I did, let me fix it.” 

Rudolph stayed silent. He stood up, scaring Trevor that much more. 

“Come on,” He said, motioning for Trevor to follow. 

He did, both excited and anxious, wondering if he was going to be hurt or if they were just going to talk.

Rudolph led him to the auditorium. It was usually quiet. The only time it wasn’t was when Band class was going on backstage, which was only in the morning during the offseason. 

They sat on the edge of the stage, letting their legs dangle off. 

“Okay,” Rudolph breathed. 

“Okay,” Trevor responded with a smile. “Okay, tell me what I did wrong. Tell me how to fix it.”

“Does it… rebel you so much? The idea of being with me? Is really so bad that it… makes you want to scream like that?” 

Trevor paused.

“What?”

“You just… got so angry with Richie…” Rudolph always pronounced Richie’s name as if there was a T in the middle of it. “... whenever he joked about us dating. And I know that we are not dating. But you…” He cleared his throat. “You are so beautiful. And passionate and wonderful to be around. So last night, I had this… this stupid flicker of hope that you would. I don’t know. Do something? Something not friendly. Something like Richie and Max. Elle and Emmette. I thought maybe you wanted that too. And y-you had to know. How I feel. But I suppose that didn’t mean you’d feel the same way.”

“Rudy,” Trevor said. “U-Uh, Rudolph,” He replaced. “I didn’t know. That you liked me. I-I wasn’t even sure if you liked me platonically. Especially after you left. The idea of you liking me, th-the way that… I like you was far too good to be true. Too good to indulge the thought of.”

“Trevor,” Rudolph said, turning his body to face him. “Who wouldn’t love you?” 

“No one as good as you.” 

“I hope that means I haven’t got competition,” Rudolph said, earning a small giggle from Trevor.

“You don’t,” Trevor said, taking Rudolph’s hand, hesitating for a moment when he realised how much bigger they were than his own.

“I’d… really like to kiss you right now, vackra,” Rudolph said. “I wanted to kiss you yesterday. And most days once I got to know you.”

“I guess you’ve got to make up for lost time then,” Trevor replied. 

And he did.

Rudolph finally kissed Trevor the way they’d both wanted to for so long. 

(Later, Rudolph visits the Lipschitz house again and Richie walks downstairs as they kissed gently on the couch. He remarked about how they totally weren’t dating before leaving the room. Neither of them cared enough to tell him off or explain how things changed. It was just so nice to have each other for real now.)

[zeauxie]

Found Some More Hatchetfield Lore!

tldr; at bottom

I remembered that one of the Lang brothers said that Wiggly is based off of Cthulhu, so I decided to do something digging on a piece of shit author, H.P. Lovecraft and y’all… Okay, I don’t know if it counts as lore, but Hatchetfield is right under our noses.

CW: H.P. Lovecraft’s writing is full of bigotry, and if you plan on reading it, prepare yourself. For example, there is an evil entity named Shub-Niggurath. Yeah.

I don’t like H.P. Lovecraft, nor do I enjoy his writing in general, so here are some things that people should look up if you want to find out Hatchetfield’s inspiration. More thoughts on why I cannot write about him are at the bottom.

Also! I do not look down or dislike people who enjoy H.P. Lovecraft’s writing and his creations, and would really love for people to continue to look into things I cannot. I hope my little notes help!

(I’ve linked the stories in pink!)

SPOILERS: Hatchetfield? I guess? The Cthulhu Mythos & The Dream Cycle.

Cthulhu Mythos:

Just read ‘The Call of Cthulhu’. Everything makes sense.

Miss Holloway is based off of a character named Horvath Blayne from ‘The Black Island, Being the Narrative of Horvath Blayne’.

Duke Keane is also taken from ‘The Black Island’.

The narrator of ‘The Call of Cthulhu’ is named Francis Wayland Thurston.

Professor Hidgens is based off of an art student named Henry who is known for being eccentric and living in solitude. (The Call of Cthulhu)

Emma Perkins is named after a ship called the Emma. The crew got into a battle with Cthulhu’s cult members, which resulted in the Emma having one survivor. (The Call of Cthulhu)

John MacNamara is based off of the police officer John Legrasse. (The Call of Cthulhu)

Willabella Muckwab resembles Lavinia Whateley, from ‘The Dunwich Horror’. She has a son, Wilbur Whateley (Wilbur Cross), whose father is the cosmic entity Yog-Sothoth (Wiggog Y’rath). Lavinia went missing on Halloween, and the assumption is that Wilbur killed her. 👀

The Black Book is the Necremonium.

There’s always professors somewhere.

The Dream Cycle:

LOL. The Dream Cycle is a collection of short stories surrounding dream cities. I honestly haven’t read anything about this other than brief stuff from the Wiki, but the connections are painfully obvious.

The word ‘oblivion’ is written in the Black Book. H.P. Lovecraft has a poem titled Ex Oblivione. The narrator sees a gate in his dreams and wants to get past it, but he can’t access it. He eventually does, though. Yikes. Read this post, picture Willabella Muckwab as the narrator for Ex Oblivione, and enjoy.

Bonus: Some of the covers of the magazine that published H.P. Lovecraft’s work (Weird Tales) are sprinkled throughout Hatchetfield.

“Pete, get behind me! I’ve got a gun.”

“Steph… it’s a ghost. I don’t think that’s gonna do any good.”

Rosary? Killer Track, much? Also, the art style for the Black Book kind of resembles this… huh.

-

Note: I had planned to read all of H.P. Lovecraft and the associated work, but the racism is too much for me. I can’t “separate the art from the artists”, especially when everything evil is so obviously and horrendously based on Black people, as well as other races. Again— Shub-Niggurath. Like, seriously?

It’s a huge bummer, because I have so many thoughts— like the implications behind Willabella Muckwab associated with Lavinia Whateley, and Wilbur Cross also being associated with Wilbur Whateley. So much is at our finger tips.

I’m still going to be writing other things, though!

I have more of the Black Book deciphered, so that’s exciting, especially since I actually got some stuff right in my first post. (It was looked at through a more religious lenses rather than an H.P. Lovecraft lenses, though.) BUT STILL. MY EYES HURTING FROM INTENSE SQUINTING SESSIONS WAS NOT FOR NAUGHT! And I know I state some of these things as if they’re facts, but they’re ‘probably based on’ stuff.

Alright. I’m off to read about physics, the concept of nothingness, and the æther in the name of theatre kid.

tldr; the Lang bros made a the TTRPG Call of Cthulhu homebrew and turned it into musicals.

[averagehatchetfieldresident]

HatchetField Oc Week 5

yaaaay writing.

@hatchetfieldocweek

Wren liked the Witchood.

She had been told hundreds of stories about horrors and monsters that hid in the shadows of the trees. But none of them stuck.

The reason she liked the Witchwood was because it got her away from her Mom.

Her mother was almost never there, and her dad disappeared when she was very young. Her mom was always traveling for work or going to meetings. When she was there, she didn't seem to notice Wren. She had talked to Wren more when she was younger, when she had "potential" as her mother called it. But apparently, she lost that, so her mother stopped paying attention.

Wren didn't mind it most of the time, she could get away with a lot more. But being around her mom made her feel uneasy. She didn't know why. There were a lot of feelings mixed in there, but something about her mother seemed wrong.

Whenever she did happen to look at Wren, she didn't seem to be really looking at her like she was her daughter. She looked at her like she was something else. Something Wren could never figure out.

The reason she was in the Witchwood tonight was slightly more complicated than normal.

Her mother had caught her at dinner earlier (Wren cooked for herself most nights).

She handed Wren a pamphlet, the words "Honey Festival" were printed on the first page in large yellow letters.

"You should try out for Honey Queen this year."

Wren looked down at the pamphlet then back at her. "Why?"

Her mother shrugged. "You just should, I think you could win."

She walked away without another word.

Wren glanced down at it. She leaned against a tree that looked out onto the lake.

She couldn't wrap her head around the reason her mother would want her in the Honey Queen Pageant. Wen wasn't Honey Queen material, and she knew it. Maybe it was a joke, a weird joke.

Wren couldn't shake the feeling of her mother's eyes on her. It didn't feel right. Her mother had seemed so assured. She sounded positive Wren could win.

Would that make her happy?

Wren shook her head. She didn't care what her mother wanted. She ripped the pamphlet in half and stuffed the pieces in her pocket.

Besides, nobody who won that pageant was ever seen again. Maybe her mom was just trying to get rid of her.

[lopez-richter-fangirl]

Just finished my rewatch and it’s swinging even more in favour of being my favourite show and it definitely might be the *best* show

The opening sets the tone so well but also, pleasantly surprised how long it took someone to die once we get into the show for real!

I do wish we could have got more of bryce but her onstage debut with them is so fun and she’s SO good

The title projection is COOL AF. I can’t remember if tcb said how they knew/found Joey but the lighting design of this show 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

Lauren’s soprano I cryyyyy

This is suchhh a good opening number 

Will NEVER STOP YELLING ABOUT LAUREN’S CHOREO I’LL ENGRAVE THE DAMN AWARD MYSELF

How anyone can say this show isn’t as horny as mamd with lauren’s scream/moan wait maybe that’s just me

Pete/steph I’m sorry I doubted you

The writing of this show is just so fun

Will is SO great as max

Obviously Grace is still unhinged but I do think she was a more grounded character in this show so while I definitely think it was a good move to make pete and steph more the main characters than they were originally I did find her fun to watch

Love this trio of nerds <3

“You don’t even need to try with me Pete”jokes 👏🏻 that are objectively 👏🏻 funnier 👏🏻

How did I not notice how GRABBY Lauren was in this scene the first time

Joey as pete I love himmmm

AND HE SOUNDS SO GOOD

Angela does these freudian slips VERY well 

Dirty girl alone really is hornier than anything in mamd

The spins are so dumb but so fun

This is such a fun group too

Ruth baby I’ll talk to you <3

“I don’t want to though” Need I say it again jokes 👏🏻 that are 👏🏻 objectively 👏🏻 funnier 👏🏻

The escalation from bully the bully to bury the bully is so funny

I don’t know what it is about the nighthawks song but I LOVE it

“I love being alive” is so devastatingly good, you KNOW. You know </3

The SFX makeup is also so cool

Still feel robbed of their finest work the smoke club kids but it’s FINE

Joey’s “oh no” is too good

Lauren’s face when steph and ruth almost hold hands is also too good 

Dan and donna <3 who are definitely married with dogs and kids

Hatchet town is so good

Okay didn’t notice Arm the first time

Barbecue monologues has no right being that funny

Lauren KILLS this scene. And just for once is such a great song and she also blends her character and normal voice really well. Took three hatchetfield shows but Jeff nailed it 🙏🏻

PAUL AND EMMA PAUL AND EMMA I know I already said it but it’s *perfect*, the flirting is perfect, and the 5 year joke *chef’s kiss*

Not even really a joke but spitting in his hot chocolate… objectively funnier

Twist of all twists (although I really should have foreseen it tbh) I am OBSESSED with if I loved you

Bisexual ruth special to us all <3

So glad we got a goof best part of live shows 

The lighting with max in the car is also very cool!!

The LiB scene!!!!!!! It’s TOO good. I can’t even articulate how good

If there’s one thing about Joey Richter it’s he’s gonna make me cry with an emotional sacrifice scene 😭😭😭

Did get scared for one sec here in the reprise though even though someone already told me I was good 

HEARTBREAKING AND HE DOESN’T EVEN DIE </3

Grace saving the day is proof you can have a predictable “twist” that’s still good!

This song is so fun!!! It’s such a great closing number because we all know this is where the show ends!!!

And lauren’s DRESS!!! It was worth being totally surprised by that. And lauren’s choreo will never shut up about it bestie girl its SO GOOD

And I hateeee to say it but pete and steph probably should have kissed. Suspicious 

Also lauren in curtain call loml she looks so happy

It would have been a fucking blast to see this show in person especially for the first time, I should have done it tbh. I was so scared for WHAT. But they simply have to do it again sorry 2 weekends was not enough 

[moonmoonthecrabking]

9, 11, 14 for your current favorite projects?

AHHH ACHILLES THANK YOUUuUUU!! bc this is unwritten/unpublished i'll be answering for the monster au that has each of the lib monsterifying the six teens into like. recognisable (ish) halloween monsters. If That Makes Sense

9. Is there anything in the fic you're not so excited about writing?

idk if Not Excited is the right term but like. the plan is for everyone to be a bit more toxic than in siren au (except maybe steph) with evil character arcs instead of no don't bully people anymore you're so sexy aha. so like the character dynamics are going to be more fun in a sense but also harder which is a bit intimidating But Hopefully It Should Be Fine

11. Is there any scene you can't wait for people to react to when reading? Why?

i've started sketching out grace and max's first conversation in the fic and i am excited for people to react to that for a Several reasons. partially the ship stuff (sorry) but also because ghost!max's entrance does solidify the monster stuff and the lib stuff and makes everything worse for everyone else, and i think that's beautiful

14. Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you planned on doing, but now you're feeling like you're gonna scrap those ideas?

when i first started reading hatchetfield fanfic, i wanted to write a post-tgwdlm half-infected!paul paulkins fic but idk if it'd be a oneshot or a multichapter or a longfic and also i've found paulkins difficult to write before when i've tried to integrate them into say more npmd-centric fics. like never say never!! but idk if it's very likely that i'll write it

[spacedykez]

hello! its paper. been a while hasnt it? i keep meaning to send an ask just to say "hi! im still here!" but i keep forgetting. so i figured id send one now! i do have a sort of question tho. i havent been too aware of your recent interests but the newest one, team starkid i think it is, does seem cool. theyre like musicals right? so im asking if theres like a specific one i should start with first or if i can just go to whatever basically. bonus points for summaries of the plots :]

PAPER ANONNNN ITS BEEN SO LONG ITS NICE TO SEE U AGAIN!!!!!!! hope ur well!!! u caught me at the perfect time actually i am in the exact mood to activate Infodump Attack

SO !! team starkid !! they r a group who writes & performs original musicals. these range from parodies like Twisted (Aladdin, but from Jafar's POV) to the thing theyre most known for- the Hatchetfield universe

Hatchetfield is the name of a town on a fictional island in Lake Michigan in which this series/these musicals take place. Within the Hatchetfield universe there is TGWDLM, Black Friday, and Nightmare Time. Everything in the Hatchetfield universe is best described as horror comedy, and it does get quite dark at times.

TGWDLM (which stands for The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals) is where I would recommend you start. It's the easiest for a new Starkid viewer to understand, is almost entirely self-contained (bonus lore from other content is FUN but not at all NEEDED or important to understanding anything). It tells the story of Paul, the titular Guy Who Doesn't Like Musicals, and what happens to him when a meteor crashes into Hatchetfield and causes everyone to start singing and dancing! I would honestly recommend it anyways just because it's a really fun watch regardless. Warnings: guns, character death, [fake] blood & guts, body horror, mind control. Also, a song near the beginning has very explicit (sexual) lyrics.

Black Friday is best viewed as a sequel to TGWDLM. It gets a little more into the lore and sets up more of the overarching world. I honestly like Black Friday better than TGWDLM, but it is also even darker & more lore-heavy. Also it can be confusing on your first watch. It follows various citizens trying to buy a new toy called a Wiggly for Christmas, and the subsequent events that causes. Warnings: death, [fake] blood (not a ton! Less than TGWDLM), what could easily be seen as mob mentalities/near mind control, guns, what could be seen as stalking/hunting people.

Nightmare Time is best seen as a series of podcasts/seperate "episodes." You can listen to just the audio if you want, you won't miss anything important (although the actors are AMAZING so I would definitely say watching it is worth it). There are two seasons, which have 3-4 episodes each. They elaborate a LOT on the lore/world of Hatchetfield. If you need individual tws, they should be in the video descs. I will warn you the Hatchetfield series is very dark. I love it and it is a LOT of fun though! Latte Hatte is the #4 cause of my homosexuality (/silly). also nb rep that i as a nb person very much enjoy!! also more of lauren lopez being iconic. also a KILLER theme song.

Also recommended outside of Hatchetfield are Trail to Oregon & Firebringer. I personally don't love the amount of toilet humor in Trail to Oregon, but it's still a fun musical and the acting is phenomenal as always. Firebringer has iconic songs, a HILARIOUS narrator character, leabians, and Lauren Lopez as the lead. there is literally nothing more you could ask for. it's perfect. Gods I love Lauren Lopez she's so iconic.

[yourresidentthembo]

Okay

Just finished watching Nerdy Prudes Must Die about half an hour before writing this and here are my thoughts for those who want to hear.

Spoilers for all who haven't seen it yet!

I think it's an amazing (fucking transcendant) musical. I think it's a really good Starkid musical; but I don't think it was a great Hatchetfield musical. (Lots of critiques to come but lots of praise as well)

What I noticed is that it follows a similar formula to A Very Potter Musical and Holy Musical B@man, where the humor is the foremost element and the plot is less relevant. It more emulates AVPM in that the plot hooks get better toward the end, but it still didn't feel like as well developed a plot as TGWDLM or Black Friday.

Both the previous musicals seemed to exist on a grander scale - with the Lord's influence seen in large world-ending threats, where here we see a threat that really only exists for the highschoolers (I know Jägerman has the potential to be a worldwide problem but that idea seemed a little shoehorned in to add tension toward the end). PEIP being absent given this is especially apparent and while I don't want the musicals to feel formulaic I do miss my special agents and the big stories in the big medium would fit that nicely.

I was a little disapointed in the minimal Hatchetfield lore that was provided - given the amount they had to work with from Nightmare Time; however it is closer in magnitude to the lore the other musicals provide. (Taking into account that the musical appears to be written for those who haven't seen the Nightmare Times; there are more references than there are additions).

But on the whole it was a really cool musical! I liked it's goofier nature and it did feel like some of the older Starkid musicals but I feel like there were elements of passion in the other Hatchetfield content that were missing here (I know there was Steph and Pete and I love them dearly but I tend to view love stories seperately) that were highly apparent in the other stores (Name: Bill and Alice, Tom and Tim - sidenote I didn't notice their names were like that until right now - Lex and Hannah) and I feel like there were definately places where that could've been explored and wasn't.

The Lords in Black appearence did make me scream and it was so cool to see all of them on stage at once but it did miss the element the other two had of one Lord evoking a threat (giving the This Story Centers Around This Lord And Their Lore vibe) and making that in favour of one goofier song felt off to me, even if they did have Wiggly enact his malice (sidenote; is Grace Chasity technically a Warlock now, given her pact with a dark god?).

All-in-all, it's a good musical and you should definately watch it if you haven't already. I may well just be a Black Friday enjoyer (it's my favourite musical ever) who is nostalgic for the vibe it gave. I'm also probably conditioned to cool lore being a staple from nightmare time. I will be rewatching as many times as I can while I still have the ticket and there's definately room for my mind to change.

Love y'all, have fun going mad about this (it is absolutely insane that we got this in the first place)!!

[defying-gravityfalls]

Here we are, 10 years later

Hey folks. It's been a while. I really wanted to have something to post in time for the anniversary but I've gotten held up and was unable to make anything in time for the date. We are however on 618 today! So I'll take what I can get lol.

You may have noticed this account has been pretty barren the last couple years, and it's not hard to guess that is because I had moved on, I have fallen into other hyperfixations, and I'm also an adult now with more responsibilities than I had when I was running this account as a teenager. I almost have some sort of guilt from leaving this behind and even wonder if anyone still cares about what's on here, which is part of the reason I haven't posted much. But I'm feeling nostalgic and I want to talk about Gravity Falls and this is the perfect place to do it! So I thought I'd give you all an update on what I have going on and how I've circled back here.

Let me just start off by saying I'm sorry for falling through on a giveaway I had promised right before I had left this account, I still feel bad about it, I was at a real low point in life and should have never promised something I felt I could not follow through on. I didn't know what else to do except run away from it. But I'm better now, and to anyone who is still upset at me over this I encourage you to contact me for a free commission of your choice, because I'm actually serious about art now! (Seriously you have no idea how bad I feel about this I am so so sorry yall)

I have had one major hyperfixation since my GF one faded, and that would be Hatchetfield. I guess I'm just drawn to small towns where weird things happen! In the same way GF changed my life, Hatchetfield also has, I would not be where I am today without either of them. And if you also like Hatchetfield I have side account if you wanna check it out! This is definitely where I'm most active these days. I actually have a fic for it with a premise which many times has been compared to Bipper, and yes I do think that is an accurate callout lol

I've also gotten into The Owl House quite a bit lately, I wasn't too into it when it first started airing like I was with GF but once season 2 hit I started watching pretty regularly, and I'm sure many of you also watch it because of Dana. I'm definitely not as into it as I was with GF but I'm having a good time! A thing doesn't have to take over my life to be good lol.

On a personal note I have moved back to Minnesota! I'm currently a waitress trying to save up enough money for an apartment, I haven't finished college yet but now instead of animation/writing I'm hoping to get/finish my degree in theatre with a focus on costuming and SFX makeup. While I still love animation and could see it as something I would like to be a part of, theatre just seems more realistic to me at this point, and I like it and am already kinda good at it! I've always done theatre, this makes sense for me.

Back to why I came here. With all the hype recently leading up to the 10th anniversary I have been missing Gravity Falls, and I have been missing the community, and I want to get involved again. I don't think I ever truly left Gravity Falls behind, it stayed with me one way or the other, having this presence in my life I couldn't deny, and I think I want to come back home to it. My life has changed a lot the past 10 years, i wanna look back on something that made me so happy.

So I'm gonna try to be more active on this blog! I'm gonna start a long overdue rewatch on the series and maybe liveblog some parts of it. I think that's a good starting point. I'm happy to be back, and I hope I maybe still have friends here after being absent for a few years, and I'm willing to make new ones too. Thank you everybody, for everything. Stay weird.

[westcoastbroadway]

hatchetfield theory time, when did prof hidgens actually get infected?

basically, i don't think hidgens was initially infected at the end of show stopping number like it appears, for a couple reasons.

first, hidgens claims he forecasted this for decades, which means one of two things. 1. he knew the musical aliens were coming and decided to prepare to stop/hide from it OR 2. he knew the musical aliens were coming and decided to prepare by writing a song for the occasion to join them

both of these seem to be true? he's got his whole bunker tricked out and has booze when paul asks for it, but he also wrote show stopping number, allegedly

except these are mutually exclusive. why would someone prepare a fortress for decades but also write a song to give themselves up at the first possible moment? that's counterintuitive. we'll come back to this.

second, lets face it. hidgens is a shit songwriter, if working boys is any indication. the song is comically bad, i think we can all agree

so how did the same person who gave us "what is this business?" also deliver show stopping number?

show stopping number has a completely different skill level than working boys, which is supposedly hidgens magnum opus. it doesn't sound similar, the lyrics are more complex, etc. but you know what it does sound like?

la dee dah dah day.

they've got very similar sounds, they're songs describing the action currently happening, they narrate to non singing characters about the performers aspirations and motivations. in essence, i'm suggesting that hidgens had already undergone apotheosis before show stopping number, and ssn comes from the hivemind, not hidgens himself.

so lets double back. it was always a little sketch to me that a man who was supposedly a paranoid shut-in abruptly decided that the apotheosis was actually a good thing and he should sacrifice himself. in fact, looking at all of hidgen's scenes before he and emma are talking about how to stop the aliens, he doesn't read as potentially treacherous in any way. he comes across terrified.

now, you could make the case for hidgens being a great actor, but i don't think that's it. it would be way easier to just refuse to let in emma and co. or tell them to leave sam unrestrained or not shoot charlotte and sam or not tell bill and paul to go after alice or simply sacrifice himself when the meteor lands. there were so many other options that would have made more sense.

i propose that hidgens never wrote ssn, nor did he ever intend to give himself up. instead, when examining charlotte and sam (who we know cannot die, because the alien zombie things keep coming back over and over) they infected him. emma was likely not in close enough contact to get infected herself, and also we see first hand who is more resistant to the invaders.

paul and emma hate musicals, so they hold out pretty damn long. conversely, hidgens loves musicals. they're his self proclaimed first love. it wouldn't take much convincing to get him to give in to the song, just like sam and alice were able to appeal to charlotte and bill's love.

hidgens being easy to convince also explains why he isn't torn into, at least at first (following this proposed timeline). we know sam loves musicals, and he didnt show any injuries, just like zoey or anyone else in that camp. it's only people who resist that have to be killed instead of merely taken over. so it would make sense if hidgens was infected and on the aliens side for a while before they kill him.

tl;dr, it never made sense to me how hidgens changed his tune (pun intended) so quickly after spending decades preparing for the apocalypse.

[hatchetfieldtheories]

Not sure if this counts as ridiculous but: Wilbur Cross is literally the uncle of the Lords in Black. He actually has a sibling who is the parent of the LiB (whether he knows or not is up to you). And he only found out about his godly side when he went into the Black and White and that's one of the things that drove him mad.

By all laws of nature and reality he should be dead.

Wilbur had realised as he had crossed the threshold between the two worlds that it was a mistake that was about to cost him his life, but by the time he realised, it was too late. He was already taken by the darkness.

Within the first few seconds, stepping in without any protection, he began to feel his body disintegrating, and his soul being absorbed - he quickly radioed back to John warning him of the danger - no-one should enter without proper protection. Don't make my mistakes.

However, suddenly he felt a change. His body felt more solid again, his chest no longer felt like it was being drained of energy. He was... whole... again?

"Uncle Wiley has returned! Uncle Wiley has come to play!"

The chilling attempt at a adolescent voice echoed around him, too low to be a child, too disturbing to be a human.

"Who are you?!" he shouted to the blackness.

"Uncle Wiley doesn't remember us? Uncle Wiley needs to remember!"

One by one, memories came rushing back to Wilbur, vivid and clear, he wasn't sure if he was seeing them in his mind or if they were happening in front of his eyes, backdropped against the darkness.

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His sister, long dark hair, stood over a black book.

"This belongs to our family, Wiley. Our ancestor was a disciple for beings that haven't even been born yet! She didn't understand, but I do!"

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His sister, lay on the floor, the black book in her hands, a dark energy swirling out of it, with beams of colour shooting out at random intervals.

A sickening call for "mother" calling from it's pages.

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"We're special, Wiley. We can bring about the birth of gods! We can go into the Black and White unharmed! Just us!"

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When he opened his eyes again, he was struggling to remember anything other than those images. Why was he here? What was his mission? Yes mission, he had a mission.

But then all he could see was two, large green eyes in front of him.

"Uncle Wiley remembers!"

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A few hours later Wilbur came tumbling out of the portal, much to the surprise of his men, who had believed him dead.

"Wilbur! Wilbur are you ok?"

The hand on his shoulder retreated at the grin on Wilbur's face. An unnatural grin that didn't quite reach his eyes - eyes that were glowing with a slight green hue.

Ask: Send me a ridiculous Hatchetfield Theory and I'll make it make sense/ write a whole thing for it

Oh hey this was number 80!

[youshouldhavepaidattentiondad]

Slow Descent: Ch 1: Not Looking for Trouble (Aren't You Though?)

Day 1 entry for @hatchetober

Prompt: Dark

Ao3

The sun has long since set over Hatchetfield. The darkness weighs heavily over the town and beyond. In Oakley Park, there aren't even any lights to illuminate the space. Which makes sense, seeing as it closes at sunset.

Despite this, a shiny red 2019 Corvette Stingray sits in the small parking lot. The Kansas license plate suggests the owner doesn't know any better. Which is impressive, given the signs posted that state the park's hours. Not that the locals need the signs. The locals of Hatchetfield know better than to be this close to the Witchwood this late at night.

Arlen Mercier hikes his bag higher on his shoulder as he approaches the treeline. The beam from his flashlight illuminates the trunks of the trees and the ground in front of him. Crickets chirp loudly, almost as if in warning. He glances up at the night sky, noting the new moon, before walking into the forest.

He had just moved to Hatchetfield a month or so ago, in search of inspiration for his next novel. Sure, his fantasy adventure books were fun to write and sold well, but he wanted a challenge. Based on box office sales and tumblr posts, his target demographic seemed to be into horror.

He heard about Hatchetfield from a few fans, noting the town name on the return addresses of letters. It seemed like such a silly name for a town. Hatchetfield? Is that where you go to bury the hatchet? He had tweeted under his pen name of Claire Merren. The responses he received from fans who lived there, though, intrigued him. He read about their stories, urban legends and conspiracy theories, feeling drawn to the island town. A few days browsing the web and some phone calls later, he had purchased a house in a neighborhood called Pinebrook.

Tonight though, tonight is the first night he's gotten to do any investigating after asking around town. The Witchwood caught his attention after a brief conversation with a young girl with pigtail braids and dark, serious eyes. She caught sight of him outside of Lakeside Mall and had immediately become distressed. "Witchwood," she had muttered, glancing at the teenager in a Toy Zone vest at her side before looking pointedly at him again. "Apple… Dark…"

He had tried to approach her, to ask what she meant, but the teen had glared at him before hurrying the girl away.

Arlen finds himself in a clearing after several minutes of hiking over gnarled roots and unruly underbrush. The girl had been right about two things: it was dark and he was in the Witchwood. He shines the light around, slowly spinning in a circle as he moves to the middle of the clearing. He stops dead as two horrifying realizations hit him.

One: He doesn't know which way he came from.

Two: The crickets have stopped chirping.

He takes a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm. He looks around, trying to find some sort of sign or marker to have magically appeared to guide him back to the park.

Crunch

Arlen freezes, swallowing nervously at the sound. That wasn't a twig snapping. That sounded like-

"Well, well, well, who do we have here?" A low gravelly voice asks

Stumbling back, Arlen shines the light towards the sound of the voice. There stands a man dressed entirely in denim. The light reflects off the pins on his jacket. His dark hair is slicked back from his face, dark eyes glinting maliciously. In his hand is a green apple with a single bite taken out of it.

Panic begins to rise in his chest. "Wh-who are you?!" He demands in a shaky voice.

"Oh, I think the more important question is who are you?" The man looks him up and down. "Not from Hatchetfield, that much is for certain."

Arlen blinks. "How could you possibly know that?"

Somehow, the man's grin grows even wider. "Cause I know Hatchetfield. It's a mold, y'see, makes a very specific type of person." He tilts his head, eyes narrowing as he takes another bite of his apple. "...and you're not it," he says through a mouthful of apple.

Where to even begin with this. "Look, I don't want any trouble-"

The forest around him erupts with high pitched screams of laughter, making it almost impossible to hear the man's low rumbling laugh. There's something else, a single, almost hiccuping laugh underneath all of the other noises that seems to resonate through the forest.

"You don't want any trouble?" The man snickers, eyes burning with sadistic glee. "You came to Hatchetfield of all places and you expect me to believe you don't want any trouble?" He sneers. He begins to cross the clearing slowly, headed directly for Arlen.

He needs to run, needs to get away from whoever this man is. As he takes a step back, his flashlight begins dimming and flickering. Arlen curses. He just put new batteries in it before coming out.  He hits it against the heel of his hand, desperately trying to get the light to come back. He glances up to see the man getting closer and closer, his lips curled in an arrogant smirk.

Witchwood. He glances around at the trees as he backs up.

Apple. His eyes fall to the green skin of the fruit in the man's hand.

Dark. His flashlight flickers one last time before plunging him in total darkness.

The next morning, the soft sunlight filters through the branches of the trees. Deep in the heart of the Witchwood, a clearing seems to glow from the light filling it. It appears undisturbed, aside from a single green apple on the ground, placed, somehow, exactly in the middle of the clearing.

Note: Thank you so much for reading! Arlen Mercier is my original character, please do not use without my permission. My Hatchetober fics are going to be one continuing story based around Arlen, so this should be fun!