Juniper

Please look at the original post made by the account: @hatchetfield-yearbook-project

Me and my rambling at the bottom, also some credits:

Originally I was only supposed to be making the candid works for the football team shots, but I ended up also taking in another background hatchetfield character, which is Will Branner's hoco character, Rudolph

I also realized how vastly different each artstyle is with each artwork I've drawn here because they were all drawn in different weeks and different mediums, definitely me vs the clock situations just to get these submitted on time

It's already been a while since the project has been posted but I'm still really thankful for the opportunity to be included! :DDD big thank you to Birdie!

Btw credits to these people for their OCs for the bleachers artwork:

I saw people in my class using this, and figured I could get my own account.

Hello, my name is Cordelia, I am 18 and a student at Hatchetfield High. My pronouns are she/her, but I do sometimes like they/them.

Please, feel free to send me as many asks and such as you want.

Icarus here!!

Yes! Another oc!! Cordelia here is a selkie, a creature from Irish folklore, so feel free to ask her questions related to that!

She is open to being romanced! As long as they are her age and such, she is attracted to everyone.

In character posts will be tagged #selkiespeaks and ooc posts will be tagged with #murkytides

Picrews below

Fan art for someone else’s oc? More likely then you think!

ITS HER

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How are you feeling?

@witchwoodwalker

Overwhelmed really.

We’re married now, like actually married.

What do we do? Like I love you Juni, I really do and I always planned to get married to you but damn.

Like, yeah, I always knew I’d never really get much of a choice, Father would pick my college and what I’d major in. And then after that I would have been married off to what guy they thought was “suitable” to ship me off to so they wouldn’t have to deal with me.

But I like to imagine I would have gotten some say, but here we are. Married.

I’ll be honest with the fact that I don’t know what to do here. We just have to survive till your parents leave then… live our lives? Try and ignore it maybe? Or focus on the good.

[She doesn’t say the words, but they linger in the air. You could have actually chosen who you wanted to marry instead of getting stuck with me.]

Instead you’re here, in this house. Married before we’ve sat exams for the semester.

I have been told since I was maybe six that my parents would be picking my husband for me. I knew that any details of a wedding would have been picked in the interest of who I was being given to. From the venue, to the dress, to how my make up look. I accepted I wouldn’t know who I was marrying until I was walking down the aisle.

Do you mean it?

[It’s unclear what she’s seeking confirmation for. His love? Her freedom? That he won’t leave her too? She pauses and shakes her head, moving on from the question before he can answer, not knowing if she wants to know.]

How are you feeling?

@witchwoodwalker

Overwhelmed really.

We’re married now, like actually married.

What do we do? Like I love you Juni, I really do and I always planned to get married to you but damn.

Like, yeah, I always knew I’d never really get much of a choice, Father would pick my college and what I’d major in. And then after that I would have been married off to what guy they thought was “suitable” to ship me off to so they wouldn’t have to deal with me.

But I like to imagine I would have gotten some say, but here we are. Married.

I’ll be honest with the fact that I don’t know what to do here. We just have to survive till your parents leave then… live our lives? Try and ignore it maybe? Or focus on the good.

[She doesn’t say the words, but they linger in the air. You could have actually chosen who you wanted to marry instead of getting stuck with me.]

Instead you’re here, in this house. Married before we’ve sat exams for the semester.

I have been told since I was maybe six that my parents would be picking my husband for me. I knew that any details of a wedding would have been picked in the interest of who I was being given to. From the venue, to the dress, to how my make up look. I accepted I wouldn’t know who I was marrying until I was walking down the aisle.