#hfff day 2

[frongle444]

happy femslash fortnight to all my sapphic bestiess <3333

uhh this is kind of a combined prompt if that makes sense? so like retro and gay awakening combined :3

[claireyfairyyy]

Welcome to Miss Retro’s🩷

POV ur Webby/Dutchess (my hc nickname for fem! Duke) (you decide the ship EHEHE)

I’m a day late but here’s my submission for Day 2 of Hatchetfield Femslash Fortnight: Retro✨

@femslashfortnight

[tapestryoftrauma]

Hatchetfield Femslash Fortnight day 2 lets go !!

you’re my safe haven | Ship: Hollowebby | WC: 1052 | Prompt: Retro / Day: 2 | TWs: None!

@femslashfortnight

[bazzleman]

Hatchetfield Femslash Fortnight Day 3- Gay awakening

there is not enough propaganda on this app for this gay losers and that changes now! look at hannah! i say she is down bad

what’s their name? yellowfire? spitjacket sounds too silly

[mmiawinters]

hatchetfield femslash fortnight day 13!! vampire sheila!!!!!!!!!

alt under the cut (CW for blood!! just a little bit. as a treat)

[kmesons]

@femslashfortnight day 2 : retro (hollowebby)

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

retro - @femslashfortnight

unfortunately they'd probably look more retro if I changed their hairstyles but I wanted to draw their kind-of-matching front braids because I think they're cute so just pretend their hair looks retro too tytyty mwah mwah xoxo, dyke girl

reference image below cut:

[dailyhatchetfield]

day 120 + 121 - hatchetfield @femslashfortnight day one; make it sapphic (barneston) + hatchetfield femslash fortnight day two; slow dancing (shapberry)

[perkysbuds]

she's god and i've found her - hollowebby

209 words, hatchetfield femslash fortnight day 2 [prompt: retro], rated G Miss Holloway doesn't know if She's real, and she doesn't care.

@femslashfortnight

[samscorch]

I wrote a fic for Hatchetfield Femslash Fortnight Day 4: Date Night!

You can check it out here if you'd like, it focuses on Miss Holloway and Webby as Holloway remembers a bit of her past and Webby helps her relive it. Enjoy!

[froginabogg]

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Hatchetfield Series - Team StarKid Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Miss Holloway/Webby (Hatchetfield) Characters: Miss Holloway (Hatchetfield), Webby (Hatchetfield) Additional Tags: Aromantic Webby, 5+1 Things, Queerplatonic Relationships Series: Part 3 of Hatchetfield Femslash Fortnight Summary:

Miss Holloway and Webby throughout the years.

OR

Three times Miss Holloway asked something of Webby, and one time Webby asked something of her.

[webbelzebub]

very late entry for hfff day 2: retro! if you would you call referencing a painting from 1907 retro?

[mettatons-fat-doughy-asscheeks]

How about Mettaton getting hooked on mukbang culture. Becomes a streamer (one of the most well known) but after years or so, his health starts to decline heavily. Completely wreck him if you please. (slob is also welcome)

*Hello darlings! As you can see the stream is a little different today but I thought as somebody as multifaceted as me it'd only be right to spice it up.

*It was a very innocent start. A nice three course provided by a chef he'd fired for the day to do a one off mukbang stream. Then he saw the views. It was his top rated stream so far, with numbers approaching his average viewership on television.

*Welcome back to the biweekly backstage mukbang! Today we're trying out the new McLardass Jelly Burgers!

*They increased in frequency and in turn viewership. He devoted more and more time to it, and eventually every show he'd been starring in went on an indefinite hiatus to make room for his new career. A career that consumed his life much like he was consuming ever increasing amounts of fast food. It was getting to the point that he'd given up on working out, instead devoting those hours to more and more streams.

*HOOUUUUURRP thanks for the donation, TrashHumper! Guess the next hour is going to be another Crimson Splash 2 liter challenge!

*The effect of the new direction was obvious. He was getting seriously fucking fat. Every stream was a torrent of calories spurred on by a relentless crowd of donating onlookers. Every (increasingly infrequent) fan meet up everybody could see how his thighs widened and his gut stretched that old costume he refused to get a size up on. It eventually met it's end when a group of chat members goaded him into trying it on again live, his rough and careless attempt to prove anybody saying it doesn't fit wrong resulting in the seat of the shiny black body suit splitting in front of millions of viewers. His ass was bare in front of them all and it obviously resulted in a ban from the service he'd been using. With his popularity and funds however a dedicated site called MTTeats was setup for his streams with a stricter moderation policy in place.

Slob and healthplay content begins under the cut

*Hello darlings! hffff On today's lovely stream we'll be UUUARP- fuck we'll be taste testing every fried chicken mnff sandwich I could get! I of course hffff hff got ten of each one so they all get a fair chance to PPHHRPPPPPPTTTTTT shine!

*New site moderation could probably be described as tyrannical. After he made headlines mooning one of the biggest streams on the platform detractors were sure to follow. Anything and everything that could be perceived as insulting resulted in a chat ban, including any worried or legitimately confused comments. Years of nonstop single minded gorging for the sake of his passion for spectacle and showmanship were quickly deteriorating his hygiene, every stream now ending with the robot barely coherent and slathered in greasy leftovers as both ends spewed smoggy gas that showed on camera. After the infamous viral incident in which the previously reinforced chair he streamed from failed and sent him tumbling to the floor with a memorable wet slap he changed over to his couch, showing off the mess that his living room had become. It was increasingly clear that it wasn't just during streams that he'd partake in eating fast food garbage.

*wheeeeeze Good morning, delicious dahlings! It'sh your favorite HOOUUURP mnfff Mettaton! Wondering why I'm streaming sho early? Well Ah'm hfff hffff totally shwitching over to a 24/7 shtreaming model! You'll be able to shee your beloved ngh PHHHRRRRPPPTTT nhhhffg shtar's daily life any time you want!

*With the introduction of the 24/7 model came a real insight into just how bad it had become. With multiple angles available it'd become obvious just how much he was now reliant on his butler staff, confirming what everybody already assumed. He was basically couchbound. Handsome men and women dirtied their fine suits daily to bring the robot hours worth of fast food orders in a near constant stream that only ended when he'd fall into his increasingly common food comas. Things often cut out the streams in the form of BRBs like him taking massive breaks on an oxygen mask or being escorted by a team of 3 muscular butlers to the bathroom were now very public. Along with that things previously just out of frame like the myriad of monitoring equipment that attached just beneath his ill fitting clothes or what was obviously a device built into the couch to fuck his gargantuan sofa filling ass. Alphys became a common site on the stream, and some chat members even got excited to hear her lectures. Straight from her mouth anybody could hear that he was suffering from grease built up in his coolant pumps, overheating of every processor in his body, and failure of the nervous software in his bloated cellulite covered legs. Yet every day in that husky deepened yet cheerful voice he'd interact with the dynamically filtered and aggregiously censored chat.

*Whaaatsh wheeeeeze next to eat?

*He asked that as if there wasn't every sign that he should have stopped long ago. That bloated collar of lard showing how he was owned by his addicting to fattening slop; that hanging gut who's multi layered apron of blubber obscured the entirety of his non functioning pig sized legs; those two bloated greasy tits who's massive nipples would be visibly sucked on by butlers to get him off; those completely useless arms that ended in bloated grease slicked fingers that could barely bend; that cock so deeply buried in a cave of pure blubber that was stuffed around the clock with an overclocked vibrator that kept him constantly leaking; the loud overbearing slow pumping sound within his chest with its increasingly worrying pauses and skips. At least viewership was still through the roof. At least that what the bots Alphys flooded the site with since day one made it seem like.

[tapestryoftrauma]

HFFF Day 6 !!

pale bouquets | Ship: Holloweane | WC: 1292 | Prompt: Flower Shop AU (Alt) / Day: 6 | TWs: none !

“It’s been sometime since a beautiful woman has stopped her right in her tracks like this. She struggles to even get a word out in greeting.

Damn her silly gay brain.

//

Aka Butch!Duke meets the local Florist, and it just a little bit of a huge lesbian about it.

HFFF Day 6 - Flower Shop AU (Alt)”

@femslashfortnight

[bazzleman]

Hatchetfield Femslash Fortnight Day 8: Photography

couldn’t get away with not doing Mariah!Ethan lexthan somewhere these two weeks so here you are!

[lunarmoonheart]

HFFF day 2: retro

summary: two different times miss holloway has met webby

title: chiquitita tell me whats wrong ship: hollowebby prompt: retro

It was the night of the 37th annual hatchetfield honey festival and missy holly was getting ready to go onstage. She had been preparing for this for months and she was thrilled.  The honey festival is the biggest thing in hatchetfield if not the entire state screw clivesdales dumb cherry festival who would wanna go to that anyway. This was missy's year she was finally gonna get her music out to the world beyond hatchetfield. Ok yes this is a hatchetfield event but it's THE hatchetfield event and there's gotta be someone here that's gonna hire her. 1982 has been her year! She finally sold some of her shirts most of them to her friends but one person bought it at her set at that new place the slaughtered pig. Shes also written a full albums worth of songs that she played for her friends and they loved it.

“Missy holly your on in 5.”

“Awesome ill be right there!” YES finally here we go missy you can do this you can do this. Missy walks to the backstage area and waits five minutes until she hears her introduction.

“Now welcome to the stage local teenage artist missy holly.”

Missy walks onstage and waves to the crowd. She sees her parents and friends near the front cheering her on. She plays her 20 minute set and everyone seems to love it especially her song ‘run away with me’. She gets lots of applause as she walks off happy and excited for her future. As missy walks away from the event area to see her family and friends a girl runs up to her. She has white hair, pale skin, dark eyes, looks around her age, and hey is that one of her shirts.

“Hi! Im like your biggest fan! Could you sign my shirt?” wait i have fans? Thats crazy!

“Yeah totally! Do you have like a marker or something?”

“Yes here!” the girl hands her a black sharpie and missy signs her name.

“Thanks for coming to the show.”

“It was awesome! I cant wait to see you perform again. I love your song run away with me its so sweet!”

“Thanks ill see you at my next gig.'' At this the girl winks at her and runs off leaving missy smiling at the thought of her biggest fan.

It was the night of the 75th annual hatchetfield honey festival and miss holloway was cleaning up her diner. She didn't really want to go to the festival even though duke invited her. It reminded her of the last time she was truly happy. She made the deal a few rough years later and now shes here lonely even though she has duke, desperate even though she has the diner, and forgotten even though people had loved her. All she has now is this diner and duke but hes bound to forget her again soon. She doesnt even have her own name anymore not that anyone would care if she took it back next time but she doesnt really deserve it does she. She isnt that girl anymore. That girl deserved better than this she deserved the music career she wanted, the person she loved, the family that loved her, and the friends that cared for her. 

While miss holloway is cleaning she hears the bell above the door ring and turns to see a girl about her age. She reminds her of the girl from her last concert. She walks around the counter to grab a menu and seat the guest.

“Welcome to miss retros! Take a seat wherever you'd like.”

The stranger stays silent as they sit and as miss holloway gets them a water. She walks back behind the counter to give the guest a few minutes. As she waits she thinks back to that concert and that girl. She wonders where she is now. Does she have a family? Is she still in hatchetfield? If so could miss holloway find her? But miss holloway is cut from her thoughts when she hears a very familiar song quietly fill her ears. But how? shes the only person that remembers this song. Miss holloway walks up to the girl confused.

“What song is that?”

“You know it dont you miss holloway. has it really been that long?”

“How do you know that song?”

“Oh come on you remember me dont you miss holloway. Or do you want me to call you missy holly.”

“Your not supposed to remember that song… or that name. So tell me how do you remember them?”

“Sit?” the stranger gestures to the other side of the booth motioning for Miss Holloway to sit down. For some reason despite how many different emotions she was feeling, Miss Holloway felt she could trust her and sat down.

“So you gonna explain yourself?”

“Be patient missy im getting there. Anyway i know you know the lords so im gonna skip that question-”

“Wait the lords? Do you mean the lords in black?”

“Duh who did you think i was talking about the lords of the rings.”

“That reference was completely incorrect.”

“Whatever. Anyway, so im there sister.”

“Sister…”

“Yup i'm webby nice to remeet ya!” webby takes miss holloways hand and just holds it. Miss Holloway sits there not necessarily confused cause she's seen a lot of stuff in her many lifes but a bit bewildered.

“So why are you here? And why were you at my concert?”

“Well I was checking to make sure nibbly wasn't causing too much trouble when I heard your music and decided hey that sounds cool so I checked you out and realized something so I thought i'd make myself known in an inconspicuous way.” 

“Ok… why are you here now then?”

“Well uh ive actually been keeping an eye on you but ive been busy so i havent seen you in a while but when i saw how lonely you were i thought id come say hi. Because well you know im the only person who really remembers you so i thought you might want a friend.”

“I have friends.”

“None that truly know you though.” This made Miss Holloway a little sad. Because webby was right none of the people she cared about knew her. The real her. They knew one of her personas. Yes thats still her but none of them know her name, her story, her pain. But now shes sitting with someone who remembers her. Remembers her songs, her life, her name. So she gives it a shot.

“Well webby, feel free to drop by the diner whenever.”

“I will missy i will”

And with that webby is gone and miss holloway is alone again. But now she knows she won't be alone forever. So she waits for the next time. She works and cleans and hopes webby will come back cause shes getting lonely again. But about a week and a half later the white haired goddess returns and takes a seat at a booth and waits for miss holloway. Miss holloway grabs a plate of french fries and walks over to the booth.

“I was starting to think you werent gonna come back webby.”

“Sorry ive been pretty busy.”

“Its fine. French fry?” miss holloway slides the plate over to webby who grabs one hesitantly. As soon as she eats it her face lights up.

“Thats delicious! Can i have more?” miss holloway laughs and smiles properly fro the first time in a long time.

“Go ahead.” webby eats a few more fries before talking again.

“So what you been up to missy?”

“The diner keeps me busy so thats really it. Lifes pretty boring and lonely.”

“Can i ask you something missy?” miss holloway nods for her to continue.

“Can we go on a date?” miss holloway chokes.

“A date?”

“Yeah I heard it's a fun thing humans do and you look like you need to have some fun.”

“Webby a date is something people in a relationship do.”

“Ok so?”

“Well were not you know in a relationship.”

“So were not friends?” webby seems sad at this.

“No we are its just dates are for people in like a romantic relationship and were not.”

“What if we were though?” webby asks quietly looking down at the table. Miss holloway freezes she never thought this ethereal goddess would even know about dating but here she is being asked on a date by the queen of the white. How it would work miss holloway didn't know. what she did know is that she has felt so alone for so long and that having someone who actually knew her could make her feel a little less sad and a little more alive. Besides how could she say no to a literal queen.

“I think we could do it if we tried.”

“So is that a yes missy holly?”

“It is indeed webby.” webby smiles a plants a kiss on miss holloways cheeks. Miss holloway welcomes the affection her cheeks flush red and she turns to webby. They look into each others eyes both feeling more alive than they have in ages.