Birds and Body Horror

LC. She/they. Surreal horror enthusiast and cantankerous old hag. Image credits: Three sleeping owls (1892) by Gerrit Willem Dijsselhof (icon); Owl Right Don't Move, (c) 1882 Hard and Parsons, Boston Public Library (banner)

[koddlet]

taipril days... 18-19! i'm going to count it.

trying something different! a zine of the opening to 'nature can't amend its ways' by @owltrifecta, which you should absolutely read for tai + trees 🌳

[owltrifecta]

"Hello, friends,

My name is Rima, and I’m reaching out during a very difficult time. I’ve lost my father, my home, and my family has been scattered. I now live with my mother, carrying many responsibilities alone. 😔

Your support, whether through sharing or donating, can help us rebuild our lives and reunite as a family.

Thank you for your kindness and support. ❤️"

https://gofund.me/9b771289

Vetted

Donated. Apologies for the delay, and I wish the best to you and your loved ones.

[owltrifecta]

Dear Supporter,

I hope this message finds you and your family in good health. My name is Eman Zaqout from Gaza. I am reaching you out to seek your urgent help in spreading the word about our fundraiser. I lost both my home and my job due to the ongoing genocide in Gaza and we are facing catastrophic living conditions. 💔

I kindly ask you to visit my campaign. Your support, whether through donating or sharing, will help us reach more people who can make a difference. Thank you for your continued support for the Palestinian cause. Your dedication brings us closer to freedom. 🙏🕊

Note: Verified by several people as 90-ghost and aces-and-angels. ☑

https://gofund.me/b141d50f 🔗

Thank you for reaching out! I made a donation. I wish the very best to you and your loved ones. To anyone who can, please consider donating.

[harundraws]

finally trying my hand at drawing the main yj’s in a lineup ! so far i got a messy sketch

(close up!) uh oh the girls are about to throw down

[harundraws]

𝘥'𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦: whether you'll see me in 24 hours or 24 months is anyone's guess but taivan is forever

[oneshortdamnfuse]

PLEASE support The Innocence Project. Let the state sanctioned murder of Marcellus Williams radicalize you into caring about incarcerated people. Don’t let those in office that allow for this to defeat you. Incarcerated people are among the most violated and exploited class of people in the United States. We have built a justice system that benefits off of the mass incarceration of marginalized people. Incarceration is used to disenfranchise people. It is used for modern day slavery. Anyone can become incarcerated. It is the quickest and easiest way for your government to strip you of your rights.

[staghunters]

miss turner on the scene

[harundraws]

working on another curious cat art request but this one needs a bit of planning & designing so i’m brainstorming 🕷️🔥

[harundraws]

Tai and Van falling through time and space on your dashboard ･ ｡

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yay i finally have something to post ! sharing a commission i finished for @amygobrrr ✨

"taivan being cute after rescue" but i put them in a ... fantastical setting?

[novelconcepts]

(stop the world and) melt with you

You wake, unable to pull your wrist from hers, and it feels like a prank.

At first.

T, 2612 words

On the first day, it’s difficult to tell anything’s wrong. You wake, as you always do, with a frayed rope burning your flesh. Your skin’s long torn, long patched itself, seeming some days to have grown around the fibers. The tether itches. The tether will leave a scar. You look at it and think, What’s one more? It’s difficult to tell anything’s wrong. Sure, you’re close to her—but that’s natural. That’s your day-to-day. You’re close to her, because safety is found in strategy, and your strategy has been the same for a long time: pair up. Keep close. Keep your eyes peeled for anything strange, anything suspect, anything shadowy. You can never tell, falling asleep each night, who will open those eyes. You can never tell, so you stay close, stay keen. It’s good, anyway, to keep her near. Good, because you love her, you love her, you love her in ways distance will only carve open.

[novelconcepts]

the other side of someday [complete]

When the Yellowjackets’ plane crashes in the Wilderness, they aren’t the first. Another team has already been here. Other girls have already died here.

As Taissa discovers when she awakens with a long-dead goalie sharing her body, dead doesn’t mean gone.

chapter 1/4 - head

chapter 2/4 - hands

chapter 3/4 - hips

chapter 4/4 - heart

M; 49k words

A blink of the eye, and graduation is here again. She’s packing up her dorm for the last time, smiling gently—if a bit awkwardly—at half-remembered girls who try to catch her eye down at the local watering hole. Her parents are embracing her, excited beyond words for the progress their daughter has achieved in only a few years. “Just think,” says Van lightly, “four years ago, your plane fell out of the sky. And now you’re Columbia-bound. You should take your story on the road, use it to spread hope across the nation.” Taissa very subtly flips her off in the reflection of her drink. Van beams. “Seriously, dude. Proud of you.”

[novelconcepts]

the other side of someday

When the Yellowjackets’ plane crashes in the Wilderness, they aren’t the first. Another team has already been here. Other girls have already died here.

As Taissa discovers when she awakens with a long-dead goalie sharing her body, dead doesn’t mean gone.

chapter 1/4 - head

chapter 2/4 - hands

chapter 3/4 - hips

M; 29.5k words

This is shaping up to be one of the best summers of Van’s life, the irony of which is not lost on her. If she thinks about it too hard, that shit is impossibly depressing, so she doesn’t. She focuses on the good of it. The best of it. The warm freedom of it. God, to be this free again. It’s funny. Taissa doesn’t exactly come naturally to relaxation, even in the wake of graduating. Even with her school plans set in the fall, she seems unwilling to let her guard down, lest— “What? Another plane falls out of the sky?” Van teases.

[novelconcepts]

the other side of someday

When the Yellowjackets' plane crashes in the Wilderness, they aren't the first. Another team has already been here. Other girls have already died here.

As Taissa discovers when she awakens with a long-dead goalie sharing her body, dead doesn't mean gone.

chapter 1/4 - head

chapter 2/4 - hands

T (for now); 19.5k words

Less than three days. That’s how long it takes the rescue team to swoop in. Not even half a goddamn week. Van’s not bitter. There’s really no point in being bitter, like there was no point decorating her room growing up. Some paths only ever lead to heartbreak—like knowing any treasure you tack to your walls is one more target for Mom’s drunken destruction. Like knowing, too, any thought of what should have been, how unfair it all is, can break what’s left of you. Van’s not bitter. She’s relieved on behalf of these people she’s been watching for a few days from behind Taissa Turner’s eyes. They’re like a weirdly realistic television show, a movie in which she can’t help rooting for every character. Weirdos, one and all—but, for the most part, the good kind of weirdos. She likes the way they interact. A team. She can see, even so far from a field, how they might have become champions.

[novelconcepts]

the other side of someday

When the Yellowjackets' plane crashes in the Wilderness, they aren't the first. Another team has already been here. Other girls have already died here.

As Taissa discovers when she awakens with a long-dead goalie sharing her body, dead doesn't mean gone.

chapter 1/4 - head

T (for now); 6733 words

The first thing Taissa notices in the wake of the crash is the high-pitched wail inside her ears. She’s on her side. On her side, panting, feeling cross-eyed with dizziness. Pine needles prick her skin. Pine needles. Where is the plane? She presses herself gingerly up, just a little at a time. Up off the ground. Up to a sitting position. Up, until she can stand, until she can test her strength on legs that wobble, but thankfully do not collapse. Where is the plane? Here—and also there. In pieces. It’s in fucking pieces because it fell out of the fucking sky. “Oh,” she hears herself say as if through a tin can. “We crashed.”

[owltrifecta]

the river lethe. The wilderness eats their memories. It doesn’t make anything easier. (Second part of the memory loss au. Rated T, 10k words in total. Ensemble piece.)

Light.

Cold.

Questions. Endless questions. Running over her like water and blurring into senseless sounds. She's in a bed, cold and stiff, her right arm restrained and her left pierced with a needle that feeds freezing poison into her veins. Men and women in white speak and speak and speak, and she mumbles out answers to make them stop.

Can you tell me your name?

No.

Do you know where you are right now?

No.

Do you know what happened to your teammates?

No. No. No.

[owltrifecta]

the river lethe. The wilderness eats their memories. It doesn’t make anything easier. (Second part of the memory loss au. Rated T, 10k words in total. Ensemble piece.)

Light.

Cold.

Questions. Endless questions. Running over her like water and blurring into senseless sounds. She's in a bed, cold and stiff, her right arm restrained and her left pierced with a needle that feeds freezing poison into her veins. Men and women in white speak and speak and speak, and she mumbles out answers to make them stop.

Can you tell me your name?

No.

Do you know where you are right now?

No.

Do you know what happened to your teammates?

No. No. No.

[owltrifecta]

Thats so sick congrats dude!

Thanks! ☺️