Idea.
The witchwood survived the tgwdlm bomb and little Jerry was the only natural survivor. The hive found him and now he's like their tank super fighter. In return he can finally express himself and be seen.
Do you see my vision? Paul riding on Jerry's shoulders into the next cities invasion, Jerry double wielding hatchets, singing with the most beautiful, impossible tenor or base voice you've ever heard. General infected macnamara in his falsetto beside him and Paul singing along in a trio of terrible, amazing power.
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Webby's Promise - A Hatchetfield Villanelle
The Queen in White spins her fragile, new Web
The Witchwood contains an old magic spell
Woven through the trees lies spider's silk thread
Whispers from the tree-people, lives long dead
To sing songs to prophets whose dreams they quell
The Queen in White spins her fragile, new Web
Townsfolk are filled with a deep fear and dread
Called to worship by the clanging of bells
Woven through the trees lies spider's silk thread
Though time has past, the soil is still stained red
Fueled by the poor souls the town had to sell
The Queen in White spins her fragile, new Web
Soft moss on which weary seers lay their head
Creatures hide in caves, a safe place to dwell
Woven through the trees lies spider's silk thread
Seep into the ground where blood has been bled
Stand, protector, over the gates to hell
The Queen in White spins her fragile, new Web
Woven through the trees lies spider's silk thread
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Its a bit different from the comic pages I've done in the past, but I'm digging it :3 have some soft Tanabata Witchwood for your souls
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Witchwood Issue 1 is coming out in December! Could not be more stoked!
And this poor bone man could not be more disappointed in our intrepid hero
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soft suburban witchwood vibes where james' parents gifted him a house after his first military contract ended as a way to try to bribe him to stay home, and he's really unsure about it because this is his passion, but he's taking a small break to settle into his place and consider his options when he notices the for sale sign next door is gone and there are moving trucks in the drive.
initially he thinks it might be a family because there are a lot of large boxes and there's an exciteable golden retriever running around the yard, but there arent children in sight. a couple, maybe- the young woman rushing around is trying to micromanage everything and looks very stressed, but she keeps being caught and reassured by a man that seems to comfort her. a young couple, then, he thinks, watching out his living room window; that's nice, maybe the man is into some of the same things as he is, and they could get drinks sometime. he goes to make coffee and forgets for a few hours about the moving in happening next door.
later, he walks outside to check the mail and the man from before is making his way to his car, waving goodbye to the woman and wishing her luck, to call if she needs help with anything. the movers are gone now, and the dog is pressing itself firmly into the woman's legs, as though to support her. she looks scared and tired. she waves to the man and calls a thank you as he takes off.
she doesnt notice james watching her as she turns to look at the house, her house, for a long moment, her shoulders falling lower. she sighs so loudly he can actually hear it, and then sinks to the ground, becoming so much smaller in her little sundress, as her dog whines and nuzzles into her lap.
she seems sad, and he cant help but go up and introduce himself.
her name is glynda, the man was her friend ozpin, and her dog is button-bright, who "isnt very smart, but he's as good as a good boy can be". she's just finished her masters program at a local university and secured a job teaching science at a nearby high school, to start in the fall.
this is her first house, and it's too big for her. she isnt sad, though, she insists. she just needs a moment to breathe before she can go inside and start living in it.
james leaves her be. eventually, she does go inside, and he doesnt see her leave for a long while. he can hear button-bright barking and playing in the back yard occasionally, and he thinks he might bring her some sort of welcome dish.
he isnt sure, but he keeps thinking about her. a lot. too much. she seemed sad, despite what she said.
he has a weird feeling that she would have the most beautiful smile.
he thinks he wants to make her smile, maybe.
he thinks his mom would hate her, just based on what he knows so far (it isnt much).
he thinks he'll ask her out, if she settles in okay.
he isnt sure, but he thinks....he wants to stay a little longer to find out.
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UGH, Good Wife by Kacey Musgraves just came on, and it always strikes me with witchwood feelings!!!
Like, the part in the song where it's like "The truth is, I can probably make it on my own. But, without him, it just doesn't feel like home" and I'm like YES GIRL, BECAUSE HOME IS THE TWO OF YOU IN LOVE AND HOLDING EACHOTHER AND SHARING SOFT DOMESTIC MOMENTS WHERE JAMES BURNS THE FRENCH TOAST AND THEN ITS DECIDED THAT WHAT THE FUCK WE'LL JUST GO TO A LOCAL DINER AND GET BREAKFAST
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Introducing LSR Corvina, Hanoverian filly by LSR Chicago out of Witchwood
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LARP brain can be funny because it can make you do things like seeing a structure framed with purple string light and in-game that's literally like seeing a portal directly to hell open in front of you and then you leave game and the neighbor across the street uses purple string lights surrounding their porch as their holiday decorations and you need to remind yourself that no this actually isn't an immediate risk to your life. Ain't nothing in that house going to call "Obliterate Spirit" at you be normal it looks nice.
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