Blossom Within The Skull. Theyre Not Themselves Anymore By The Time They Escape. Theyre Not Even Human

blossom within the skull. They’re not themselves anymore by the time they escape. They’re not even human anymore. (oneshot, 7k words, taivan and jackieshauna. A kinda-sorta Annihilation au. Written for yjoctober2023. Prompt 4: Yellowjackets reimagined as a different genre)

The children pulled themselves from fire and steel and into Its home, staring with wide scared eyes at the deer with vines spilling from an open wound in its flank, the owl with thorns and nettles poking out between its feathers, the corpse in the cabin with chanterelles erupting from its eyes, yarrow blooming from its gaping mouth.

The corpse, they called it, until they saw it breathe.

In the attic, under a bearskin rug, a journal. The pages molded beyond recognition, except the last.

If you are reading this you are already changing.

imps bother a nun in the scriptorium for imp thursday

i’ve been reading the haunting of hill house 🫣

10.19.23

yellowjackets // trainspotting (1996)

when i saw one of van’s staff picks at her store was trainspotting i screamed. the movie centers around a group of friends that’re all addicts and there’s just…. a lot of parallels.