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The nightmares come first. Then the pain. Then the hunger.
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The team lands safe and sound, only to be haunted by a forest they've never seen, and monstrous girls wearing their faces.
Chapter 7 is up. Just the epilogue left to go.
do u think that taivan? cause i think that taivan is so
y’know what i mean???
It is my personal belief that Van needs more dumb shirts
practicing drawing taissa đź’« i want to get better at drawing her
Van Palmer + werewolf
Yellowjackets October Prompt: YJ character as classic horror monsters
The nightmares come first. Then the pain. Then the hunger.
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The team lands safe and sound, only to be haunted by a forest they've never seen, and monstrous girls wearing their faces.
The final chapter is up! Thanks for reading, folks :) Happy Yellowjackets Month!
so what if your coming-of-age comedy turned out to be a horror story? and it was gay as hell, naturally
lotus: A normal day of practice is interrupted when strangers arrive. Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong. (horror oneshot, pre-crash, 2.5k words).
Tai and Shauna are facing off down the field when Van sees them. A group of people, seven or eight, watching them from the bleachers. Men and women. None of them family to anyone here, as far as Van knows. Blank-faced and silent. Watching. Van gulps. She tries to focus on their faces. Their features ripple and run like watery ink. Their eyes and noses blur from one face to another. Their mouths are gaping pits.
Taissa Turner and Van Palmer
YELLOWJACKETS | 1.09 "DOOMCOMING"
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carrion choir. Van was supposed to die. She knows that. The dead know that. The Wilderness knows that.
Winter starts bad and gets worse. Van hallucinates.
(horror oneshot, rated M, 4.7k words, taivan. So, so much body horror.)
Written for yjoctober 2023. Prompt(s): 1. Horror element or trope from the show (hallucinations and madness) 8. came back wrong
You're dead. You're dead and you're still hungry. Your worm-riddled stomach dribbles acid from countless bite wounds, slowly eating itself. You chew on pine nettles, boot leather, your own hair. You shuffle through the cabin like one of Romero's zombies, rotting and starving all at once. You stare at your living friends with crawling envy, craving their heartbeats, their breath. Their warm, sweet, living flesh. Necrotic purple bruising spreads across your torso. You make sure it's always hidden. Your fingernails fall out, one by one. You bind your hands in more cloth. Strips of skin peel away from your arms and legs. You clumsily stitch them back together with Akilah's needle, swallowing your screams. You tell no one.
like a phantom limb. The plane doesn’t crash. The team is haunted by a forest they’ve never seen, and monstrous girls wearing their faces. (29k words, Taissa POV, taivan, background jackieshauna and lottielee. A no crash au with a horror twist. Feat. trippy dream sequences, quality time with your gf’s cannibal doppelgänger, and losing your mind in suburban New Jersey.)
"I've been having them too. The nightmares." A pause. You hear the faint roar of a plane flying somewhere high above you. There's no point, you know, to asking how she knows. "We're, like, in the woods somewhere. And we're dying. We're always dying. It makes us—we start to—" She doesn't finish.
"That's not us," you tell her. "They're just dreams. We wouldn't do those things."
Van doesn't say anything.
Burial by fire is the last mercy: decay is for the living.
Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems II: 1976 - 1986
I RECENTLY READ @novelconcepts new TaiVan-centered story (i adoooooore it please go read it if you’re a taivan-fan) and then wouldn’t you know it, i came across another “your ship” meme.
so here’s Tai and Van inspired by the aforementioned fanfic đź¤
YELLOWJACKETS
1.02 "F SHARP" / 2.09 "STORYTELLING"
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.
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.
the only living boy in new york - van pov; tai x van, van & nat & travis. 1809 words, van self destruction spiral in queens.
that isn’t the breakup though. you struggle, and limp, and drive yourself to d.c. drunk a dozen more times, and tai looks more and more brittle every time you see her. you finally call her in mid-march, higher than you want to be in your childhood bedroom, six weeks after shauna's nightmare wedding, the memory of tai's soft smile and pretty curls and satin bridesmaid’s dress choking you.