#witchwood forest

[ace7librarian]

Do you think there's a florist in hatchetfield? Because like. That's hilarious. They probably get their flowers from witchwood forest soil. There's just a completely normal person growing flower monsters and selling them.

It's even worse if there's a forest ranger.

Ranger: morning greg, how are you

Tree person: F̸̺͓̤̹̲͙̠̭̝̆͛͒̅̓͂̀̊ĩ̴̧̨̡̛̹̤̙͍̗̬̤̘͉̻̬̲̜̯̜̲͉͈̮̌̋̓̈́̽͌͒̌̾̓̑̏̓͝͝n̶̹̏̿͂̂͆͑́̆̇͒̇́̚̕̕͝͝ȩ̵̡̢̛̻̼̮̺̜̹̻̣̥̜̺͊̂̋̿̍͗̈́͋̍̚̕̕͠,̷̧̨͔̝͎̱͖͔̝͓͙͙̖̼͚̘̲̜͕̦͔͔̏́̂͒́̓͊̀̒̾̃́̈́͜͝ ̴̛̛͚̦̬͔͉͔̮̭͕̜̘̘̜̤̝͍̖̐̄̂͛̑̎̍̍̐͑̂̚̕͘͜ĥ̸̡̡̝̰̜͙̞̰̬̝̻̟͖̓̂͊͌͒̓̇̑̉͗̃͑̍̅̚̕͜ͅö̶̜͈̳͕͇̯̙̙̞̞̝͕͍́͗̎͑̕ͅͅẇ̷̤̽̓̏̔͐̐́͆̄̄͆̿͗͑̈͊̉̈́͐̚̚͝ ̷̛̠̫̰̲̤̝͒͌͂͋͛̈́̽͛͆̀̚̚͘ą̸̹̮͈̙̩̜̼̤̹͎̠̤͉͈̜̥̿̍̏̃̿̏̒͘r̶͇͓̠̥̥̪͖̲̤̱̐̃̂̍̈̋̏͑̑̍̈́̈́͗͐̄̑͌̇͐̚͝͠ĕ̴̡̧̖̙̪͔̓͂̓̇͆ ̴̧̳̜̱̠̯̠͓̺̝͖͈̲̞̳͍͚̤̞͓̄̋͋͜ỳ̴̧̨̢̛̭͍̦̹̖̦̫͓̝̘̱̣͚͙̺̲̩̣͕̾̇͋̐͌͗̔͋͠͠ȱ̸̧̨̢͈͍̘̥͙̤̱̬͈̫̘̜̠̣̟̩̬̄̐͒͜͜͜͝͝ų̶̛̖͓͔̙̼̫̯̣̤͉͓͍̲̳̗͇͙̲̣͙̥̣͍̔͂̅͆̈́̊̎̉͒̃̒?̸͎̺̺̞̦͇͌̄̈̔͐̿̈́̒̓́̏̇

Ranger: oh, I'm great! Saw a play last night.

[witchwoodrabbit]

if i see half-buried bones and a shovel in the woods should i be worried?

[buzzingblues]

found an abandoned car in the witchwood, kinda close to watcher world? like half a mile out i’d say. chilled here all afternoon. i sang a little bit, the acoustics are nice. hope whoever’s this was liked showtunes (the correct opinion) or else i might get haunted

[wigglys-dikrats]

i wrote a short lautski horror story !!

[aroace-elgyem]

yall i was really bored so i tried this Textmode art website called lvllvl.com that i've been meaning to try out for a while, and bcuz hatchetfield brainrot i made this! originally was supposed to be kind of a postcard but now i think it feels more like a splashscreen youd get when entering a new area in a game (albeit a minimalistic one). I have no idea how to remove the border so thats not an artistic choice lmao.

anyway ive been meaning to post a bunch of my old art and I probably should before school starts up again but until i get around to that, have this.

[whyisstarkidfollowingmeshoo]

Woke up in the middle of early morning to just continue to write my fan fic that I thought I wouldn't be able to continue writing again

[nerdyprudesmuststim]

mal & jackie stimboard :3

⛧ with camping & eerie forest stims !

☾ @impulsivesuperrobin's and my hatchetfield ocs @orwillidrown & @liebsteleiche !

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[baekuras]

After going through almost everything of Nightmare Time (final stretch y'all) I can't help but stop and imagine every villain/asshole/just sleazebag(hi Ted) Joey has played if not overall at least in the Hatchetfield-verse and just forever know There is Ezekiel

[hatchetfield-culture-is]

Hatchetfield culture is the unspoken rule that the witchwood forest is- I uh mean uh- oh god hel dboxudkdjdjedhdheb

There is nothing in the forest.

There is nothing in the forest.

There is nothing in the forest.

There is nothing in the forest.

There is nothing in the forest.

There is nothing—

[theveryworstthing]

two witches from a WitchWood town where almost everyone is the descendant of people who were turned into various small forest creatures by a very vindictive and long dead witch.

when she died her favorite spell started to slowly unravel/become feral. and now, generations later, you got a town full of weird little people with various animal features and surprisingly strong witchin' abilities who refer to themselves as changelings.

[rockrosethistle]

so I was a little disappointed to find that Mr. Davidson's newspaper is just a regular newspaper that they taped the word "Hatchetfield Gazette" and "A Meteor Hits!" on to

but I was thrilled to notice Mr. Chasity's newspaper was filled with lovely bits of lore. Including

"Nighthawks prepare to swoop"

"Mayor Lauter's re-election campaign off to a rocky start"

"New land development proposed at edge of Witchwood Forest"

"(Hatchetfield?) puts its foot on the gas!"

"Mamma Mia! disappoints at the Starlight Theater"

"High society hangout destroyed"

Except I literally cannot think of what this could be referencing. Maybe high is a play on words and they're talking about Emma's farm burning down? Only she gets arrested at the end of Perky's Buds, which doesn't line up with her working at Beanies later in the show. The only other thing I could think of is maybe The Birdhouse, which android Emma burns down, but that happens after Emma and Paul get married. So that's a bit of a mystery

I think he knows the answer

[camelemon]

Hello Everybody! I finally finished my map of Hatchetfield project! Sorry for the long break. I had some college exams coming up. Someone mentioned that "Watcher World" is next to The Witchwood forest so I moved it. I added more houses and wrote where I think all the main characters would live.

If you have any opinions, ideas or propositions... hit me! I'm open to any critique.

I don't know if ill be posting much after this. I'm thinking of doing some headcanon posts for my favourite characters.

[witchwoodrabbit]

umm introductory post ig?

hey, i’m Rubber (he/they/its pronouns)

i don’t go to Hatchetfield High or anything but i found some kid’s phone in the woods so i’m just gonna “borrow” it.

yes i am the weird kid with the rabbit mask that supposedly lives in Witchwood Forest. no i am not a myth

anyways um i like rabbits (obviously) and like. shiny stuff ig? idk i just wanna be a part of whatever we’re doing on here so if you’re from hatchetfield please @ me

ooc:

heyy! finally made a rp blog for Rubber <3

PLEASE rp with me i love this little guy and i want to play with it like they are a little paper doll lmao

ooc posts will be tagged ((ooc pal)). same with tagging

[urlredacted]

headlines from the newspaper Grace's father is reading are as follows:

new land development proposed at edge of Witchwood Forest

Nighthawks prepare to swoop

Mayor Laughter's re-election campaign off to rocky start

high society hangout destroyed

Mama Mia disappointing at Starlight Theatre

Clivesdale Cherry Festival cancelled due to lack of interest

Hatchetfield puts its foot on the gas

do with this information what you will

[man-down-in-hatchet-town]

Hatchetfield Theory: Becky Barnes Has The Gift

So I wrote yesterday about how we might be underestimating how important Becky is to the overall narrative of Hatchetfield. After all, she's the Warrior of Light in Black Friday, and now we know that the original Workin' Boys script was about Wilbur Cross trying to sacrifice specifically Becky at a black altar--when it wasn't her that died, the whole thing fell apart.

The more I dwell on it, the more I think that Becky might have had a touch of the Gift as a child. Or even a tad more than just a touch... (Full theory under the cut. In typical me form, it does gets a little wild at the end.)

Perhaps, like with Lex, her powers were strong enough that they never fully wasted away, even as she grew out of the correct age and forgot they ever existed in the first place. This could be what makes her the Warrior of the Light, and explain why Wiggly's hold on her was more tenuous than his grasp on any of the other adults. Think about it--unlike Tom or any of the others, she only ever seems to personally care much about the doll when she's face-to-face with it and its thrall is strongest. And whereas Tom required a whole scene and climatic song to throw off Wiggly's influence and see the truth, Becky went from attacking Hannah over the doll in one scene to shooting Linda and letting Lex burn the very same Wiggly in the next. Maybe, when she accidentally knocked herself out with the shot, the Gift lurking in her subconscious was able to take hold and completely free her from Wiggly's control.

So if Becky did have enough power that she still retains some of the Gift into adulthood, like a somewhat less powerful Lex, that could be what Wilbur needed for his Workin' Boys ritual. Hannah would have been too young and important, and Lex could have been unreachable or not usable for some other reason (I think a lot about how Wilbur and Lex seem to have the same power, but that's another post), so Becky it was. Since we now know that Wilbur, erm, crosses between timelines (geddit?), he could even have possibly chosen her because of what happened in Black Friday.

And then there's the tree. As @kmesons pointed out, the one thing we really know about Becky's childhood, outside of her high school cheerleading and relationship, is that at some point she rather famously climbed a tree and refused to come down for two days. So my question is, what if it was not a regular tree, but part of the Witchwood? After all, the "Becky Barnes Climbed A Tree" song implies that the tree in question was quite large, and we know that things grow fast and big in the Wood. Maybe, like the Fosters, the Barnes lived on the edge of the forest. If Becky had a strong touch of the Gift, could she have struck a bond with the gifted person planted inside of this particular tree, a-la Hannah in The Witch in the Web? The fact that Becky's tree climb is the namesake for a whole Nightmare Time story indicates that there's some supernatural element to the situation, and that could definitely be a start. And (told you we'd get a little wild) if she did befriend a planted kid, and climb their tree for reasons as of yet unknown, could that tree have given her something? Knowledge or some other powerful gift that the Lords don't want her to have, and yet makes her a warrior?

(And we can't forget Stanley, the abusive husband who chases her into the Witchwood in a brutal fight to the death. Who loses the fight and disappears, last seen lying bleeding out among the trees... perhaps trees just like the one she climbed as a child, trees grown from children that had been just like her. We've been focused on how the fight taking place in the Witchwood could easily mean that Stanley's still alive, or at least undead, but what if it's the other way around? What if the trees helped her?)



[the-angst-chronicles-fanworks]

The Wolf and The Witch

Part 1/?

Steve knows better than to enter the Witchwood. He’d been warned from the time he was a child, back before the wolf, that it was home to its namesake. And not just any witch, a dangerous one. One that had killed an entire hunting party, unprompted, with the flick of a finger. None who have entered those woods since have ever returned.

Steve knows better than to enter the Witchwood, but he doesn’t have a choice. Robin is slumped over his back, hands clenched tightly in his fur, clinging desperately to consciousness. He can feel her blood, warm and sticky, matting the fur of his back. His own gait is slowed, every step jolting the silver teeth digging into his right hind leg and sending sharp pain shooting through him. He’s not sure how much longer he can run, and he can hear them - the bloodthirsty cries of the townsfolk dead set on his murder.

They had been found out. So many cycles of living in this town, living among its residents as a friend and neighbour, and still they’ve all turned on him. Of all the times for it to happen, too. It was the moon he had agreed to make Robin a wolf. She had already been weakened from the wolf taking hold when they had been attacked, the silver already a weakness but her body not yet given over to the strength of the wolf.

Steve wishes he could take her to Nancy, knows Nancy would help despite everything, but the townspeople have blocked them off, funneled him in his blind panic. His only hope is to lose them is the wood, but even then he might lose Robin to his own fumbling medical knowledge.

But first, he has to get away from their pursuers. Steeling himself with a deep breath, Steve enters the Witchwood.

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Eddie is no stranger to people trying to do him harm. It’s been a constant in his life from the time he was a child, long before his gifts had awakened. And one that had- well. It’s been a constant of his life, sure as the cycle of the moon and sun. So he notices the prickle of someone entering the woods, but he gives it no regard. It happens a few times a year, that someone gets it into their heads that they will be the one to kill “The Witch of the Woods”. None ever even make it to him, losing themselves in the enchanted trees.

These trees are older than him, and their magic is their own. They like him and welcome him among them, but otherwise are hostile to outsiders. In the beginning, he had tried to help those who became lost in the woods, but those days have long since passed. Despite what his uncle says about his soft heart, Eddie’s become bitter and jaded and he no longer pays any mind to those who venture into the woods.

But this time, something is different. Eddie feels the disturbance of someone crossing into the forest, feels the shift of magic as the forest warps around them, and it’s… different. The ways and paths of the trees are second nature to him, he can tell by the shimmer of magic against his skin which paths have been revealed and which hidden away and this…

The forest is being lenient, gentle. The interlopers are shown the ways to peaceful places, soft and danger-free. Eddie can recall only a few times that the forest has been kind to intruders, and it has almost exclusively been to children.

So he’s more than curious already when he feels the buzz of more people crossing the boundary into the woods. A lot more. And Eddie realizes that this hunt is not for him.

The trees are not so kind this time, opening its twists and turns like a maze, a trap for anyone foolish enough not to turn back immediately. They don’t, of course. They never do. Eddie pays them no mind, drawn instead by curiosity to the two that are being pursued.

He steps between the trees, slipping into a space that’s folded away between reality, picking his way with ease through paths that are there and paths that are not until he emerges at the edge of a small clearing, moonlit and mossy. Theres a tiny spring-fed pond and there, limping toward it, is a wolf. It’s huge, the size of a small bear, with a strong frame and thick russet fur.

It notices him at the same time as he notices it, and it’s massive head swings to face him, teeth already bared in a snarl. It’s hackles raise, and it turns fully, squaring up, a threatening growl rumbling across the little clearing to him.

Eddie steps back, already gathering his power until it glows around him with dark energy, because this is no normal wolf. Even without the size and the silver trap clamped around its leg giving it away, he can see it in its eyes, feel in its presence that this is something more.

He recalls his childhood, the warning tales at his mother’s knee. He remebers later, freshly chased out of town and taken in by his uncle, watching as the old man leafed through his ancient book and warned Eddie that he wasn’t the only dangerous thing in the wilds. Eddie has no doubt that he’s come across one of those dangerous things now. He looks at the wolf and knows exactly what he’s seeing.

A werewolf.