the soil here? it's magic.

[witchwood]

WITCHWOOD : a multimuse featuring characters from the 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 universe. medium - low activity & highly friend focused. this blog is heavily headcanon based & not always canon compliant. very friendly for crossovers and collaboration!

UNIVERSALLY TIED TO : @hatchetswung

rules. muses. inbox memes. ⸻ memes for wiley. promo. blog roll.

[unclewiley]

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥.

[hatchetfield]

corey dorris as bill woodward ⤷ The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

[hatchetfield]

lauren lopez as ruth fleming ⤷ Workin' Boys

[hatchetfield]

mariah rose faith casillas as stephanie lauter ⤷ Nerdy Prudes Must Die

[hatchetfield]

lauren lopez as ruth fleming ⤷ Nerdy Prudes Must Die

[unclewiley]

Making a deal with Lords in Black had been the best thing to happen to Needy Beast. Within days of invoking the names the band was blasting off. Best of You went hard, but Nightmare Time went harder. Eventually their other music was being heard and soon a label was reaching out, wanting to pick them up. It felt unreal, but just as the Lords said... Needy Beast was successful. Within two months of making that deal they were already set towards releasing a full album and performing at sold out shows. In fact tonight had been their first show right in the heart of LA. It wasn't majorly huge, but it was large enough to be their biggest crowd-- beating out the Honey Festival by a landslide. It felt unreal, but the moment they stepped on that stage it was a dream come true. The screaming, shouting, singing along just for them! It was the most metal thing they could witness and it was only the beginning.

It was after the show when @witchwood finally was able to join them, the woman having been within a VIP tent for the performance then backstage for the most metal meet and greet. He was on a high and he was riding it for as long as he could, but the attention was more than he realized he'd be into. Fans flocking, girls swooning, and other artists noticing them. The middle of all that was going to get him into some deep shit if he wasn't careful, which is probably what led to Courtney appearing next to him at what was an afterparty. Her hand settling onto his shoulder and other on his chest, leaning into him until lips could brush his ear:

❛ If I sit in your lap, will you finally pay attention to me? ❜

The rising star of a musician snorted a sound, turning his head and moving to push up the sunglasses he had no reason to be wearing. He looked his girlfriend over with a small smirk before looking back at the eager VIPs who had paid their way into this party, "If you'll excuse me for a moment," he slid his arm around Courtney only to move away from the group to lead her off to the side. He came to a stop once he was sure they were out of earshot from everyone else, his hand slipping away from her and a frown working its way to his face, "What's your deal, Courtney?"

[witchwood]

Courtney knew that selling their souls would have some sort of positive effect for the band. Everyone in the industry was a sell out, and fame came at a price. But Needy Beast was growing rapidly in popularity, and it was about damn time that the world knew their talent. Meanwhile, Courtney was enjoying her time as well, working on her acting career booking gigs here and there.

One price of it all was the fact that her boyfriend was a smoke show. Women were flocking to him and giving him attention that she had to remind herself to calm down from. But these women? They were feral. They were having him sign parts of their bodies and placing their hands all over him. They were at an afterparty, and Courtney was feeling particularly green and bristled after watching some women have no shame in throwing themselves at Thrash.

So, she had murmured something suggestive in his ear, mainly as a way to stake a claim on him. She rolled her eyes when he tugged her away and asked what her deal was, releasing a quiet sigh. "Maybe I just want those girls to know that you're a taken man," she huffed, her hand lifting to smooth along his leather jacket as she looked up at him with large, puppy dog eyes and a light pout to her glossy lips. "Is that such a bad thing, baby?"

[unclewileytoysguarantee]

Coming back from the dead after such a grand exit was certainly not what anyone would expect. Especially the likes of @witchwood. Gina had been in his arms about to be pulled into the Black and White when he was shot-- no, murdered by her brother. Some might say he had it coming... that it was deserved because of the deranged things he was saying and doing. He was threatening Gina's life and John had done what any brother... or, hell, any comrade would do. He just happened to pull the trigger first. His return was scripted and planned by the Lord in Black himself, Wiggly telling him that he was to walk again under his orders... something he was already aware of. He had given his life and his soul to Wiggly when he stepped into the portal. He'd gone in knowing that he wouldn't come out as he was... not that he was really truly that changed, in fact... Wilbur was never more himself. He'd shed the mask he wore and came out with powers unlike anything those scientist could've predicted. He was a prophet... a follower.... a disciple... a whatever he wanted to be called, but he was under the orders of Wiggly when it was necessary. Otherwise... Wilbur was free to roam, moving between a normal reality and the Black.

He had orders to guide Hatchetfield and the rest of the states into loving a vessel that appeared as a doll. He was set to be in Hatchetfield specifically for it, but... that was still months away-- Halloween was first around the corner. Namely just days away and many were already dressing for the occasion. Wilbur blended in with his denim outfit, not many batting an eye at the way he looked. Not that he would've cared, but... today he was focused. Today he was going somewhere with intentions of finding the very woman he had tried to pulling into the portal. Gina MacNamara. He could sense her as if she were in the room with him, Hatchetfield's souls like little lights beckoning him. But hers? Oh he knew hers and he was drawn to it like a moth to a lantern.

He found her with simple ease, locating her at a cafe with the likes of a man that made Wilbur raise his brow. He didn't recognize the man, but he certainly had a look to him. She was speaking to him in a delicate voice that he hadn't picked up instantly on until he was closer, focusing on her voice and the way it drifted towards him.

❝ i never got a chance to discover myself. i never had that privilege. ❞

As she finished her sentence he'd come to a stop behind her, eyes looking down at her then to the man who had yet to clock Wilbur. So he took that moment to speak, beating the other from doing so, "Breakin' my heart with that one, Gina..." the man looked to Wilbur and the once colonel smirked, "What's she been tellin' ya, hm?"

[witchwood]

Gina had spent the past two decades trying to rebuild her life from the ground up. Now forty years old, she had worked hard to be where she is today, both in rank and in her personal life. The scars of Wilbur Cross were still present within her, but she was proud of where she had come from. Proud that she could rebuild a life here in Hatchetfield, and part of that was due to recent developments with the man she had been seeing.

She hadn't told Tony everything about Wilbur yet. She was just now starting to open up and scrape the surface, so that big talk was in the horizon. It showed in the way she was speaking openly to him at the cafe, lost in a conversation about how she's forty years old and still trying to figure herself out. How it was a privilege to have that chance that she had never seemed to earn.

Breakin' my heart with that one, Gina...

The color drained from her voice at the sound of the low drawl, a voice that plagued her nightmares. There was no pokerface, no chance to hide the surprise or the horror in her expression. Surely, she was going crazy. Surely, she was just hearing things.

What's she been tellin' ya, hmm?

The fact that Tony was looking up and behind her confirmed that there was someone standing behind her. A ghost from her past that had Tony puzzled, his mouth starting to open to say something. She cleared her throat and squared her jaw, her appetite for the sandwich she had been eating with her coffee suddenly lost. In fact, she felt like she was about to relive it.

Wilbur Cross was a man who deserved a protection order after what he did to Gina... but the thing was, he was supposed to be dead.

She knew better than to confront Wilbur here in public. She knew that he had accomplished his mission by getting a rise out of her, by scaring her. She tried her best to pull her pokerface together despite her colorless expression. "I think we're ready to head out, hmm?" she mused to Tony, clearing her throat as she shifted to grab her bag. She refused to lift her gaze to anything beyond the boots she caught behind her, refused to let him know that she was trembling inside. "Interesting to know you're back in town, Wilbur... We'll have to catch up sometime else."

[emcreates]

it was only slightly intimidating being the new person on the team. these people seemed like they had history, a foundation that was stronger than anything else. ( that's how podcasts have to be, nowadays, in order to survive. )

maybe it was this town. though emmaline never pictured herself moving somewhere quiet and seaside, she certainly doesn't hate it. it's just... new. just like this job! and the overall experience of starting a journey.

so, she's maybe a little too eager as she sits next to @witchwood, thumbs tapping against the table as she scans her face for any sign of approval. ( to a degree, it's very hard to mess up sound editing, but... still. everyone loves the sign of a job well done. )

❛ how does it sound? ❜ she asks, unable to sit in silence any longer.

starter call.

[witchwood]

In any shift of Who Swings the Hatchet? Staci always made it a point to welcome any sort of newcomer. There was a vibe about Emmaline in the interview she and Hudson had hosted that had Staci giving an immediate 'yes' as soon as she had walked out the door. Arguably more important than the resume itself, her vibe just seemed to click. It had felt more like a conversation than an interview. Thankfully, Hudson had also been on board. This place was Hudson and Staci's baby. A product that had been through so many behind-the-scenes changes and a chance that they were fighting tooth and nail for. It's why she did double, triple, and quadruple duty of being one of the main hosts and tackling designing merch and fulfillment of it in her free time.

Although the history was extensive and complicated, Staci was so excited for the breath of fresh air to the team and new perspective. She was listening to the files that were sent to her, both the audio file that would be uploaded to the podcasting platforms as well as the video file that accompanied it on YouTube.

"This is great, Em!" she praised with a bright grin from where she sat at her desk, slipping her headphones to rest around her neck as she scrunched her nose. "Wait, is it okay if I call you that? Are you cool with nicknames? Was that weird? You can tell me if that was weird --" Her hand rested on Emmaline's forearm at the last part with sincere reassurance.

[storiem]

she sits inside noveltea, hands tapping rapidly against the side of her cup. ( she's not sure what to do, what to say. after the most recent talk with her dad, it's either she gets into one college, or she's cut off. forever. and while the thought isn't usually a scary one, steph very quickly realized how unequipped she was to handle the real world. ) when @witchwood finally takes her break, she scoots over, lets her chair slide so ruth can join her.

❛ i'm freaking out, here, ruth, ❜ she admits, no time for pleasantries. ❛ i don't even know what the fuck i wanna go to college for. what do people with no passion study, anyways? like -- what, i'm gonna waste my dad's money doing, ❜ she pauses, hand fidgeting, ❛ nothing? ❜

[witchwood]

Ruth knew that she was lucky to have two parents that supported whatever whack job dream came through her mind. She was planning on attending the Community College because they had a nice theatre program in partnership with the Starlight Theatre. It would be a lot cheaper than going to the University of Michigan, too. Plus, she could work part time at her family's shop and have them right by. It made sense to stay home for college.

But she knew that wasn't as easy of a path for all. "Who says you need to go to college?" she pointed out with an honest shrug. "And if you do, you could take like a gap year or something, right? Spend a year saving up money if you wanna work somewhere like Beanie's or my parents' shop. And it gives us more time to hang out! Win-win, if you ask me."

[witchwood]

what if i did a little cheeky starter call here?

[witchwood]

ooooh girl i made some fresh banners :3

[witchwood]

every plant i ever grew was potted in dirt taken from right here: the witchwood forest. it's the soil. things grow here. they grow fast . . . and big and . . . different. the soil here? it's magic.

[witchwood]

what if i did a little cheeky starter call here?

[witchwood]

it was the biggest shopping day of the year, and heidi had her eyes set on a christmas present for tyler. it wasn't near what the line was for toy zone, but the line for nordstrom was quite intense. but the advertisement was worth it. some of his favorite sweaters were marked down, and there was a set on sale of his favorite cologne. it was one of those fancy ones with the big and little bottles and a lotion that smelled just like it. would he use the lotion? maybe, maybe not, but she could steal a little bit of it just to capture the scent she loved.

so, bright and early at six am, heidi was in the nordstrom line and ted was in the toy zone line for one of those weird fucking wiggly dolls for jane. it wasn't long after opening that she heard some ruckus from down the way, in the direction of toy zone. she frowned and watched as people started to run, to scream and yell. she felt her chest tighten as she picked up her phone to text her dad.

[ TEXT : POPSICLE ] : what's going on down there? lol

the ruckus continued so much so that people were starting to become concerned in her own line, starting to step out of it to either give up on their spot for what seemed to be their own safety. she swallowed hard and glanced down at her phone, the anxiety causing her heart to start racing.

[ TEXT : POPSICLE ] : dad?

she watched as the 'delivered' confirmation popped up under the message. how it stayed put rather than read. something was wrong. she felt it in under gut. with a step, she forfeit her place in line and paced towards toy zone, only to be intercepted by one man tackling another as she rounded the corner. the two barreled into her, the larger frame knocking into her chest and onto her ass on the ground with them. she coughed around the breath that was knocked from her and scrambled to get away from their swinging, eyes wide with horror. she staggered and quickly found her footing to run for toy zone, where she saw the chaos that had unfolded.

" dad?! " she shouted, eyes wide and burning with tears as she whipped around to try to find @timebastard. it was pure and total chaos on this wing of the mall, and it only seemed to be spreading.

she jumped when she felt a tight grip grab her by arm. when she turned, a man in a hoodie and a ball cap looked at her with a sickeningly crazed look in his eyes, " do you have the doll?! "

" wh - what?! let go of me! " she pleaded before she noticed a couple of other shoppers start to circle her like hungry sharks in bloody water. she tried to pull out of the man's grip as the others started to close in on her, shrieking for the one man who she hoped would be somewhere in the fold to help, " DAD?! "

[witchwood]

when ethan woke up, his head was pounding. there was a soreness in his ribs that tugged and pulled with every breath. the blood had dried in a trail down the side of his face, but it was a congealed mess in his hair that threatened to reopen with any sudden brush or hit. the last thing he remembered was shouting for hannah to get to the play place . . . and god he hoped she got there.

but where was he?

he coughed and grimaced at the tug in his chest from it, eyes slowly blinking open and vision clearing to find himself in a room he didn't recognize. it certainly wasn't the outside of the cineplex.

" wh - where am i? " he mumbled before he caught sight of @unclewiley, a frown tugging at his lips. " 'ey! who the hell are you?! "

[stabbyresources]

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