Hi everyone! Welcome to March 2024’s Hatchetfield OC Week! This blog is the hub for all things related to the week!
The dates run from March 10th - March 16th! However, due to the short notice + this being our first week, we're taking submissions till the end of March!
The prompt list will be linked here!
This post will be updated with questions as they come :]
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alrighty, i've officially read through and reblogged all of this weeks posts that have tagged us! this week has been SO much fun to sit back and mod, i'm glad so many people participated! everything was super fun to read and look at, every single oc i've learned about is freaking awesome, and honestly im a bit sad its over
but! remember, we're taking late submissions until march 31st, for any day!
Sam sat at the table, eating breakfast. His parents were there too, consuming their food silently. His dad was on the couch, his mom was at the table, and both of them were scrolling through Instagram. All of a sudden, almost synchronized, they put their phones down and face Sam.
"Honey, you've been getting older," his mom says, "and I think it's time... you join the Church." She hands him a pamphlet, and ze reads through it.
"The initiation meeting is two weeks from now. We want you to be ready," his father says.
Sam ignores them, like he always does. After breakfast, ze throws the pamphlet in the trash and covers it up with napkins. Ze's not gonna join his parent's stupid church.
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Sam gazed out the window of the limousine. There ze was, dressed up in a blazer, hair done nicely; about to join the Church of the Starry Children, the odd cult he was born into. Honestly, after reading what he read of the Black Book? It didn't sound too bad. I mean sure, there were many rituals most people would find disgusting, but Sam never was most people.
The initiation ceremony is easy enough, actually, when ze gets there. Just a reading of an ancient text, and boom, he's in.
It's what he has to do after that's weird.
Sam has never seen so much blood, and ze still doesn't know where that human limb came from.
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"So, you really do love me? This isn't a prank?"
Ruth is sitting on the grass, next to Sam, wearing a tank top and shorts. Sam is wearing his dark grey tee and some grey pants. The two are looking over a lake; Sam wanted to show it to Ruth because of how beautiful it was at this time of day. The sun is setting, and its rays stretch out into the sky and the lake, making it all a picturesque pink and orange and yellow color.
"~No, this is no prank/I see you're beauty, and my mind goes blank/I guess I never really knew/The right way to tell you~" Sam sings. Despite his best efforts, ze could never convince Pokey to drop the singing thing. True to his word, however, Ruth doesn't find it weird. In fact, she giggles, and sighs dreamily.
"I never thought anyone would love me like that, you know, but you..." she starts, and kisses him on the lips.
Their mouths mesh together awkwardly, but to them, it's paradise.
After they finish kissing, they stare at each other for a good, long while, then back at the lake. Ruth leans her head on Sam's shoulder, and ze brings his arm around her waist. They stay like that until the sun sets and the sky finally turns inky black, dotted with a million stars.
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Sam walks up to Roman Murray, the leader of the Church. Ze focuses on his greying moustache, and tries not to fidget with zer hands.
"~Okay, try not to tremble...~" zesings to zemself, and then sings "~Is the church accepting new members?~" to Mr. Murray.
He looks up from his book. "Why, of course! Who are you planning on recruiting?"
"~My girlfriend...~" Sam blurts out. He's very excited to call Ruth his girlfriend, but ze's still very worried Mr. Murray will get mad at zem and reprimand zem for asking him.
"Ah, young love," Mr. Murray says wistfully. "I'll tell you what: I'll schedule an introduction meeting on Saturday. I hope to see you and your girlfriend there."
"~Thank you~" Sam says, and walks back to the limousine.
~~~~~
Sam pulls out his phone, and goes to the contact "Ruth 😘🥰😍🥵🔥"
sammy boi: hey!!!
Ruth 😘🥰😍🥵🔥: heyyyyyy 😏
sammy boi: do u wanna come to my church on saturday
Ruth 😘🥰😍🥵🔥: sure
Sam put away his phone, ignoring the "typing..." right below Ruth's contact name. Ze looks over the lake near his house, alone this time, and breathes it all in.
Ze has what he wants, and that's what matters; no matter what ze had to do to get it.
okay so i did it! i wrote the thing! hooray! This is a LOT later than usual but writers block is a bitch lol
I'm probrably gonna write more about Ruth and Sam lol. Also I have SO many ideas for Zoinked you wouldn't believe
I think Sunset is fitting for this, considering her universal constant is turning to the dark side or supporting something wrong! Here's all the ways she goes wrong!
TGWDLM: Ends up in the Hivemind.
BF: Bashes Kyle's head in to get a Wiggly.
NPMD: Makes a deal with Ani (LIB OC) to have the power to stop bullies like Max
Jagerman Will Rise (Fan Musical Idea): Ends up with the Black Book and goes on a spree
'Kindergarten Boyfriend' from Heathers, but rewritten for Rose! I like to think she used to be friends with Stacey when Rose was in KG and Stacey was a first grader, but, like in Heathers, things went downhill down the road
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There was a girl I met in kindergarten
She was sweet, she said that I was smart
She was good at sports and people liked her
And at nap time once she came into my class
I didn't sleep, we sat and talked togetger
Talked and laughed for nearly half an hour
Ooh ooh ooh...
Time to wake up
She pulled a scab off one time playing kick ball
Hugged me quick, then pressed it in my hand
I took that scab and put it in a locket
All year long I wore it near my heart
She didn't care if I was thin or pretty
And we were close until I hit first grade
Ooh ooh ooh...
Then she woke up
Last night I dreamed a horse with wings
Flew down into my homeroom
On its back there she sat
And she held out her arms
So we sailed above the gym
Across the faculty parking lot
My kindergarten best fiend and I
And a horse with wings
Now we're all grown up and we know better
Now we recognize the way things are
Certain friends are just for kindergarten
Certain girls are meant to be alone
But I believe that any dream worth having
Is a dream that should not have to end
So I'll build a dream that I can live in
And this time I'm never waking up
And we'll soar above the trees
Over cars and croquet lawns
Past the church and the lake
And that Lakeside mall
We will fly through the dawn
To a new kindergarten
Where nap time is centuries long
Ooh ooh ooh...
Sam walks through the halls of Hatchetfield High, trying to get to his next period: art. Ze walks absentmindedly, which is probably a very bad thing to do, as the hallways are packed at this time.
Ruth is walking down this same hallway, but in the other direction. Neither of them notice the other's presence– that is, until they collide into each other head-on.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" Ruth says. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and wow she is pretty, Sam thinks. Ze, however, does not respond to Ruth, and instead stares at her, thinking about how pretty she is. Ruth thinks that his unresponsiveness is on purpose, but she's used to being treated like she doesn't exist anyway. So she picks up the stuff she dropped, waves goodbye, and walks away.
Sam turns around, and watches her walk until she's turned the corner and gone. Ze can't believe ze fucked it up that badly. I mean, she's the biggest loser in Hatchetfield High, and she's incredibly horny? How hard could it be? Apparently too hard for Sam.
Oh well. Tomorrow they have theatre class together. Hopefully there will be some kind of group assignment. Hopefully.
Sam turns on his heel and walks to art class.
okay so for those of you that have read the other fics: 1) this takes place in the main timeline, BEFORE deal
number 2: oc x canon my beloved. for some reason I really like writing this ship???
and a lot of my headcanons are so obvious here omg. this was shorter than I wanted it to be but whatever
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.
