quick post, I finally gave the Hatchetfield oc I’ve been planning to make a messy design after what’s been— literal years I think. <3
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Main Info
This is Link! They’re a genderfluid [any pronouns] community college student who works tech at the Starlight Theatre
She has a younger sibling who —unbeknownst to them— fights at the Roller Rink as their charm was found out by Eddie. They haven’t seen their sibling since. But, hey! “ This is Hatchetfield, people go missing everyday- “, right? Although, probably not a kind thing to say to someone who’s desperate.
The pale streak of hair is not dyed, it’s from stress and they’ve genuinely not been able to hide it, so may as well make it apart of his vibe-
Role in The Main Triology
—injury / gore mentions, ofc
In TGWDLM, they were inside the theatre when the meteor landed. Due to that, part of the roof collapsed and pinned their legs underneath rubble. However, with the initial adrenaline kicking in, they were able to get themselves free -undoubtedly with broken legs-and drag themselves to a phone to call for medical help.
He was taken to the hospital, but that mere initial proximity to the meteor was enough for them to pick up a mild cough; being found the next morning reporting no pain and sat up in her hospital bed humming a certain familiar tune.
Later on, Link’s found singing bits and pieces of Mama Mia as all they ever wanted was their family to be seen-and they couldn’t even do that themselves, hiding in the wings rather than under the spotlight.
in the drawing he theoretically should be in a hospital gown but I did not wanna do that because i am lazy <3
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In Black Friday, Link planned to just stay home and do some online shopping, but encountered the online discourse about the Wigglys. They inevitably ordered one, despite it being backed up until potentially ‘ next Christmas ‘ with the idea in mind that their kid-sibling would probably love to have a Wiggly.
Until eventually going out later that evening —upon hearing the jingle being played on the television a dozen times over and getting impatient at the fact that they couldn’t wait for the gift to come, or her sibling wouldn’t either.
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In Nerdy Prudes Must Die, they’re very much in the background of the hectic blame-game that Hatchetfield spirals into. They aren’t in highschool nor were ever really into sports, so the death of the beloved Maxwell Jägerman and mascot, Richie Lipschitz came as an unaware shock at first.
But hearing so many people accusing other people on what and what-not they couldn’t of done to attribute to the deaths, even close neighbours, made them paranoid enough to stay inside and even contemplating taking a extended stay in Clivesdale to get away from it all.
I may post a full thing of headcanons later tbh idk yet
Also!!! Headcanon ask blog will be coming soon! I just need to draw a cover <3. Thank you to everyone who voted!!
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My post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure has just updated! Read it here, for free on my Patreon! This is only the third installment of PART TWO, so it's still a great time to hop on board!! I just made a summary of the first part, here, which tells you basically everything you need to know about Lou, her unrequited(?) love, and the ill-advised journey she is beginning as of this update.
In the previous update, we found out (kind of) what the object of Lou's affection wrote to her in that heavily, heavily perfumed letter. In this update, she has to deal with what she learned. Her traveling companion/special delivery, Holliday, is being... quite nice? At least, comparatively? They have a bit of "And There Was Only One Bed" going on, in that they're sharing a tent made for one. That's fun, right? Sleepover!!
Excerpt under the cut!
“I’m sorry to have been the bearer of such bad news, Lou, truly I am,” she said. She stroked the back of Lou’s hung head. Lou was surprised to find she found the gesture comforting, not condescending or overly familiar.
“It’s not all bad,” Lou said, her head still resting face-down on her knees. Her voice sounded pinched and nasal to her own ears and her throat felt almost too tight to speak. The knees of her jeans were thoroughly soaked through with tears. “She said she loves me.”
“Oh,” Holliday said, her brows knitting together. She held her other hand to her chest. “Oh, you poor thing.”
“She said. Right? That she loves me back?” Lou said. “She did say.”
“Oh, honey,” Holliday said. She cupped Lou’s chin and tilted her face up, searching her face for something, but Lou didn’t know what. Her hand was not as soft as Lou had expected it to be since everything else about her was so refined. “Bless your heart.”
Something about having to meet her eye made the tears start back up with renewed vigor. It hurt. It hurt bad. She wanted to say that it wasn’t fair, but that wasn’t how these things worked and frankly, Venus was right. That only made it hurt more. She couldn’t even gnash her teeth and wail against the injustice of it all. Venus was right, she was never around. She was always away. She was unpredictable and unreliable. She’d been so happy to be a rolling stone, gathering no moss for so long and now it was biting her in the ass. Turned out, girls liked when you were a little mossy.
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quick break from commissions and customs to doodle parcel (who belongs to @saysno) and hedge, our animal crossing ocs, because i really loved this pose from @adorkastock (although i modified it quite a bit)
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