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@12daysofhatchetfield day 7 sweater:

The onlooker was someone around Emma's age. He wore an oversized hoodie. His stare was blank, and Emma thought his eyes looked like frozen lakes.

She felt like she might fall in if she wasn't careful.

"... You see that shit?" She pointed her thumb to the fallen tree, flashing an awkward smile, until she realized it really didn't look good on her blood splattered face.

"Yes, I did." He approached her, and wiped the blood from her face, onto his sleeve. "I'm sorry. It's only the start. I can go with you though, the rest of the way, I mean."

Emma noticed his tall body gave off no heat.

"The rest of the way to what?"

"The pond. Isn't that where you're going?"

"No, I'm not. I should go home, but I can't, I mean, my clothes are kinda bloody... "

"Well, I don't know if you can go home, but I know how to cover it."

Emma watched as he started to take his hoodie off. She quickly whipped her head the other way when she saw his stomach was bare underneath.

"Hey, um. Maybe don't, if that's all you're wearing? You'll get hypothermia."

"I won't. I don't get cold. Here."

Emma took the boy's sweater, hesitantly looking back at him.

"You're... You're trans," she noticed.

"Yes, I am. You are too. Your voice is very pretty."

She put the sweater on, her reddened face pointed towards the ground. "Well, thank you... But what the fuck is happening?"

"What do you mean?"

"Who are you? Why did that tree have blood in it? Why don't you get cold?"

"Well, um... My name is Paul. Trees bleed in your nightmares. And I'm dead."

"... You're dead?"

"We're dead."

Emma studied his icy eyes. "... No we're not. I'M not."

"We are. We have been for a long time. I know because we died together."

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Tree- 12 days of Hatchetfield Day 4

(Day 4 for @12daysofhatchetfield! You could consider the previous one shot as like a double feature-)

The sedan revved into the parking lot, with Tom hitting the breaks and pulling the key out. He grinned as he turned behind him.

"You ready to do some tree farming?"

Tim groaned. He never liked going for a tree that much. But this was bonding time for them. Tom opened the door and breathed in the fresh air as he gazed at the sign reading, "Hatchetfield Tree Farm". It was recently opened in a closed off section of the Witchwood that strangely only exclusively grew Evergreens, also known as Christmas Trees. They grew surprisingly fast.

Tom let Tim out of the car and spotted a table over by the entrance. He'd seen these before at the High School, they were some cookies someone had graciously put out!

"Tim! Want a cookie?"

"Yes please!" Tim grabbed a chocolate chip cookie from the tray and they continued into the farm.

"Noowwww Tim..... what tree do you want?" The duo gazed at the array of trees around them.

"I dunno," He answered. "Something that can fit in our house?"

Tom chuckled. "C'mon son. You can do this!"

Tim shrugged and pointed at one to his right. "This one?"

Tom clapped. "Good choice! Tall. Nice and firm. Let's get it!"

They alerted the Obnoxious Teen sitting at the counter and low and behold, a 5 feet tall tree was set on top of their car. Tim and Tom both got back into the car and headed home.

15 minutes later, Tom and Tim both hauled the tree into their little home and got to work decorating.

"Son? You wanna put up the star?"

Tim nodded eagerly as Tom hoisted his son up on his shoulders to place the finishing star to the Christmas tree.

It's officially been 4 years since Jane died and the two have somehow managed to move on.

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@12daysofhatchetfield day 4 (I had no ideas for yesterday >_<): Tree

The small house where Emma and Jane spent their early childhood was dead and empty this year. It had been for a long time. The two of them hardly remembered a time when it wasn't. They were 14 and 15 now, having been orphaned 8 years ago. Jane had eventually warmed up to their foster parents, but Emma never had. She never could quite figure out how to click with them.

But hey, at least they got her an axe for her birthday.

Emma liked to go out and chop wood. Pine trees had been her target as of late. Soon, her foster parents were going to put one up in their living room, prickly and ugly, covered in flashy lights and ornaments. Normal pine trees were pretty, though.

Emma tried to not cut anything on private property down. She wasn't in the mood to get in any trouble with the law. One thing might lead to another, and they could find her weed, which she was not going to give up.

She took the long, long walk to the Witchwoods from her fosters' house. She passed by the playground she used to go to as a kid. Some other mom was on the bench that Mama would watch from now. She tried to picture her there again. But she just couldn't quite remember what she looked like.

Her legs were tired when she reached the edge of the woods. Why did she even come out to do this? Was it ever even worth the effort?

Whatever. She held the axe in her arms, and swung at the tall pine tree before her.

Upon impact, snow came falling down from the branches above. Emma hissed as a large bit of it fell onto her back. Shit, she really needed a new coat. The one she had was thin as hell. She shook her head, returning her focus to the tree.

She noticed, right next to the tree, near where she had made the cut, there was a patch of red snow she hadn't seen earlier. She guessed it was from a bleeding animal. She swung the axe again.

More blood gushed from the tree's wound, and Emma stared at it, wide eyed and suddenly nauseous. Some horrible tingling feeling coursed through her body.

"What the fuck," she mouthed, and she dropped her axe, now blood stained. She hadn't meant to, she was just shaking so much.

Shit. Her axe had blood on it. If she went walking around with it, someone might call the cops. She might even get something pinned on her. People do go missing every day in Hatchetfield, after all.

But how was she going to clean it? And where?

... And what the fuck did she cut into?

Whatever it was, she might as well kill it.

She picked up the axe and swung again, now much stronger, fueled by adrenaline. Blood sprayed out, onto her scarf, shirt and coat.

"Shit!" The nausea crept back into her, swimming grossly in her chest and stomach. She closed her eyes when she made the final cut, sending the tree careening down.

She opened her eyes to a wooden tree stump. Normal and unassuming. There was no sign of the inner life it had shown before.

She looked down at her unclean axe. Something had definitely happened. Her heart seemed to almost seize in her chest. She was suddenly aware of the dryness of her mouth.

She was suddenly aware that she was being watched.

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tree-themed richie stimboard !!

this is a submission for @12daysofhatchetfield's challenge!!

day #4: tree

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Cookies- 12 days of Hatchetfield day 1

On the first day of Christmas, a relatively innocent sign was placed outside of not just CCRP's main entrance, but the Starlight, Lakeside Mall, The old Waylon place, Hatchetfield High, and even the Witchwood.

It was simple, only reading 'Free Cookies!' In bright green glitter pen, under it being a tray of exactly 25 cookies- 5 different kinds with 5 of each type. Gingerbread, Chocolate Chip, Oatmeal Raisin, Sugar, and also Oreos for some reason. Everyday, even if all the cookies were eaten and when one of Hatchetfield High's jocks would inevitably vandalise it, the same sign with the same cookies would reappear the very next day and no one had any idea who was behind this.

Paul was the first one to notice this strange little phenomena on his way to work that day. He stopped and stared at the cookies right beside the door in. It was completely untouched and all the cookies were placed in neat little rows. Normally, Paul would brush it off and think it was Mr. Davidson's antics again. But this time... it felt different. Like something might be up. Something sinister.

The next member of Paul's friend group to notice the cookies was Charlotte. He heard her park her car and she got out of the car, only to freeze as soon as she saw Paul and the cookies. They looked at each other.

Paul mouthed, "Did you do this?" With Charlotte subsequently shaking her head. She reached for a cookie but Paul pulling it away. They didn't know if they were safe to eat or not.

Bill eventually found himself parking his minivan to see Paul and Charlotte both staring at something in front of the duo, with Bill seeing the same thing as them. A tray of 25 cookies of 5 varieties. Bill stopped in his tracks and slowly tiptoed over to their location, with him slowly bringing out his phone and pointing at it. Paul and Charlotte shook their heads. No way that the authorities could do something about it.

Charlotte turned her head and saw Ted sauntering up to the office, humming a song from that Christmas Carol musical Sam liked so much.

"Christmas Electricity- hmmhmmmm- Christmas electricity is heeeereeee bum bum bum bum~"

Ted made it all the way to entrance with his hands stuffed into his coat pocket, continuing to loudly sing the song out as the others would continue to stare at the pastries in horror. Ted eventually stopped in his tracks as he reached the cookies.

"The hell are you guys standing here for?" He read the sign. "Oooh! Free Cookies! Now that's what the fuss is all about! And they have Oreos? Don't mind if I do-"

"Ted, no-"

He grabbed an Oreo and stuffed it into his mouth before they could stop him. The group was silent as Ted chewed the cookie in his mouth.

"This- is the best fucking cookie I've ever had."

And so it was. As the rest of the group slowly one by one picked up a cookie and realised the same thing Ted did. These cookies were delicious.

And so, whenever Paul would walk by one of the locations, he'd make sure to pick up a cookie from the tray.

After all, what's the worst thing that could happen?

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Hearth- 12 days of Hatchetfield day 2

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One of the weirdest traditions humans had was Christmas in Blinky's opinion. Like, they're literally celebrating Jesus's birthday. Blinky's met the guy, he's kind of weird. And on top of that, they're celebrating it with a giant tree with random ass decorations. Like, why did you cut down a perfectly fine tree for no good reason??

But if there was one thing Blinky slightly enjoyed watching was all those little families curling up by the hearth, a small little hole in the wall with fire in it. It just made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, y'know?

Of course, his brothers thought nothing of it. Wiggly even laughed at the entire idea of mortals bonding. Blinky.. Well he was kind of hurt by that.

All but one brother. T'noy Karaxis.

"It's just... interesting to me, yknow? All these families, being all wholesome and fluffy an' shit. You get what I'm saying?"

"Huhh.." His blonde, slightly older than him brother thought about it for a second.

"Yeahhhh... it does sound pretty cool!"

Blinky smiled. "I know, right? Y'know, sometimes I wish this family could do that. But, well, we're eldritch gods."

Tinky snapped his fingers. "That gives me an idea!" He got up and ran off.

"What the helll..."

Blinky made no attempt to follow him and a few minutes later, his brother returned.. looking a bit different.

"Tinky, what the FUCK???"

There stood T'noy Karaxis, cackling like a madman, red hot flames all over his body as he stood there and Blinky took some time to process that his brother literally set himself on fire.

Oh Tinky... other than tormenting humans you never can get some nice things in this family!

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fire-themed ted stimboard :o

this is a submission for @12daysofhatchetfield's challenge!!

day #3: fire

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@12daysofhatchetfield Day 1: Cookies! (I know I'm late, I'm gonna try my best to catch up lol)

"So you've really never made Christmas cookies before?" Peter asks gently, setting aside the rolling pin and picking up a snowman-shaped cookie cutter. He stamped it into the sugary dough, sticking towards the outside to maximize the amount they could use.

"Nah. Or if I did, it was a long time ago. When my mom was still around, or something." She says it as nonchalantly as possible, but Peter can see a small glimmer of sadness in her eyes. He's about to comfort her, reaching out a hand when Steph suddenly scoops up some of the dough on her finger and pops it in her mouth. She hums in delight at the taste, and Pete rolls his eyes, elbowing her gently.

"You're not supposed to eat it raw, you know-"

"Yeah yeah, I could get Salmonella or some shit from the eggs, I know," she chuckles, glancing at the rest of the cookie cutters spread upon the counter. She opts for a gingerbread man, pausing as she goes to stamp it down. An idea flits across her mind, and she smirks.

"Actually, that's a misconception. Sure, the eggs could make you sick, but it's the flour that's more dangerous. It can carry E. Coli *and* Salmonella, and-" he cuts himself off as Steph stamps the gingerbread shape into the middle of the dough, her tongue peeking from between her teeth as she grins.

She barely holds in a laugh at the offended little noise Peter makes beside her, steeling herself and returning to a neutral expression as she turns to him. She bats her eyelashes at the now bewildered Peter, putting on the most saccharine voice she can muster. "What's wrong? I thought you wanted me to stop eating the dough?"

Try as she might, Pete immediately clocks her bullshit. She can play innocent as much as she pleases, but he recognizes the mischievous glint in her eyes, and her smile lines are a dead giveaway. He can't stay annoyed at her, though. Not with the way his heart squeezes at the mere sight of her.

Fighting back a smile, he grabs a stocking shape and presses it beside the cutout she had just made. "Usually I try to keep them as close as possible. We won't waste as much that way. Then, after that, we can eat the leftover dough. Deal?"

Steph grins, brushing her hands off on her pants and bringing them up to cup Pete's face. She kisses him briefly, reveling in the way his face turns bright red from the unexpectedness of it. When she pulls away, she gently presses their foreheads together, giggling. "Only you would have cookie making down to a science, Spankoffski."

#ahhh this is so cute #its okay to be late! #lautski #steph lauter #peter spankoffski

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@12daysofhatchetfield day 2: Hearth (oops I missed day 1)

Emma crawled eagerly to her sister's side in front of the blazing fireplace and sat down. The two tiny girls were dwarfed by the flames. To the adults in the house, the hearth was nothing but an area in the living room. But to the Perkins sisters, who were only four and five, the hearth and fireplace were a gateway to another world they were only privy to a peak at. They stared into the blaze with wide eyed wonder.

When the fire started to shrink, their father came over with the bellow. "Careful girls, don't sit too close," he warned. Jane scooted back an inch or two. Emma watched as her dad puffed air from the bellow, reinvigorating the flames.

"Can I try?" She asked.

"No, it's too heavy. Maybe when you're older you can help me with the fire."

An answer Emma was used to. Always, things were too heavy or too dangerous, or both. Axes, hatchets, hunting rifles, just out of her reach until she was older. How old was never quite clear.

"Daddy," Jane piped up, "at school today, people were talking about santa, and I don't know what that is, and I told them, and they looked at me funny."

"No way!" Emma said. "Mama took me to the park today, and people talked about that santa thing there too! Whaaat?"

Their father thought for a moment. "So, you remember how our holidays are on different days every year because there are two different calendars?"

The girls nodded.

"The other calendar has different holidays from us. Instead of having Hanukkah this month, they have Christmas. Those kids believe that-"

Emma started to shout, "Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy! Can you make the fire bigger?"

"Hold on, Emma-"

"No, Emma, Daddy can't make the fire bigger," Jane said matter-of-factly, "it'll get too big and the house will burn down and we'll all die."

Much to the girls' confusion, their father found this hilarious.

#this is great #glad to see you back!

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Hearth

Day 2 for @12daysofhatchetfield

John curls up on the couch, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee. The sweater he wears is too big for him,  sliding off one of his shoulders, and smells like his husband's cologne.

He takes a sip of coffee and lets out a content sigh.

“Comfortable?” Russ asks teasingly as he enters the living room. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up,  showing off the streaks of pain on his forearms from where he's been working on his latest project.

“Just about,” John answers with a small smile, “The fire could use another log, though, and since you're already up…”

Ruas laughs warmly. “Anything for you,  darlin’.”

He heads to the fireplace, adding a couple logs to the blazing hearth. “Good?”

“Perfect. Thank you, love.”

#no commentary cause this is my fic lol #john macnamara

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12 Days of Hatchetfield Day Two: Hearth

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I tried to go with a comforting vibe for this one

#its very comforting

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hearth-themed harmonemma stimboard :3

this is a submission for @12daysofhatchetfield's challenge!!

day #2: hearth

#so cozy

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deb and alice making cookies for day one of @12daysofhatchetfield !!

#cuuuute #alice woodward #potseed #deb tgwdlm

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12 Days of Hatchetfield Day One: Cookies!

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#super cute! #ruth fleming

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Cookies

Day 1 for @12daysofhatchetfield

Paul watches as Emma carefully moves the fresh sugar cookies, cut into various holiday themed shapes, onto a cooling rack. He can pick out snowflakes and wreaths amongst the treats.

“So walk me through the plan again,” he says as he reaches for a cookie.

Emma swats his hand. “Tom, Becky, and Tim are coming over and we're going to decorate them and then tonight we'll light the next candle.”

Laughing slightly, Paul rubs the back of his hand, as if it actually hurt. “So Tim celebrates both Christmas and Hanukkah?”

“Yeah.” Emma slides the last cookie onto the rack. Setting the tray aside, she smiles at Paul. “Come help me mix the icing. We'll need green and red-”

“Blue and white,” he finishes, smiling. 

Emma grins slightly. “Exactly.”

#no commentary cause this is my fic lol #paul matthews #emma perkins #paulkins

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cookies-themed lexthan stimboard!

this is a submission for @12daysofhatchetfield's challenge!!

day #1: cookies

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#this is adorable #lexthan #lex foster #ethan green

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We start tomorrow!

It's Ash (@youshouldhavepaidattentiondad) once again guiding you through this twelve day challenge! Day 1 is Dec. 13th and Day 12 will be Dec. 24th. All mediums are welcome: fics, art, moodboards, what have you, so long as they're about the residents of our favorite tiny town during the holidays! Just make sure you mention @12daysofhatchetfield so I can reblog them. Also, use the tag #12 days of hatchetfield

I'm so excited to be doing this again this year and can't wait to see what everyone creates!

(art credit to @bi-force-1)

Text list of prompts:

1. Cookies

2. Hearth

3. Fire

4. Tree

5. Manger

6. Skating

7. Sweater

8. Coal

9. Caroling

10. Party

11. Presents

12. Magic

#12 days of hatchetfield #12doh #hatchetfield universe #tgwdlm #black friday #nmt #npmd