#yellowjacketm

[crisisbabe]

[ TEXT -> HANNAH 💛 ] : youve got like 20 minutes until i get back [ TEXT -> HANNAH 💛 ] : even tho i know you are definitely home and totally didn't sneak out

@yellowjacketm

[madefate]

“ tell me how i can fix this… ” hannah to webby / @yellowjacketm

❝ Oh - sweetheart. ❞

The Black and White is screaming. It has been - in human years, Webby doesn't know, probably many lifetimes' worth of years since her home has trembled this ferociously, and she can feel the very heart of it wailing. There's a furious grief ringing up from the ancient places, the niches where they've all found homes, and it's all Webby can do to hold onto the boundary that separates Black from White - Lords from Queen.

But it's fraying, and she feels the veil between her world and Hannah's slipping away from her.

Webby does what she can to keep her voice even in the way that she knows is calming for humans, a construction of peace and kindness, of morals that speak to safety. If she could reach through their bond and wrap her arms around the girl, she would. As it is, she leans closer, murmuring in Hannah's ear.

❝ You have done more than enough, my brave Hannah. Now it's simply time to leave. Listen to me closely, okay ? Take your sister and all the things you've set aside for this moment, and leave Hatchetfield. Between you both, you have more power than you've ever realized. Do not look back. ❞

[crisisbabe]

@yellowjacketm gets a secret verse #1 starter ( aka actress lex ! )

sure , it's not a limousine , but the car is still fancier than anything she's ever ridden in. it's leather interior smells new , the seats stiff as she sits in a dress she can't believe the studio rented for her. it's all so... much , and they aren't even there yet. her hands are fidgeting in her lap so instead she reaches over and laces her fingers with her sister's. a nervous smile on her face , she tries focus on the excitement. it's been her dream for years , to be in a real , actual movie. who cares if it's some indie flick ? it's real. it's all real. " how ya feeling , banana ? " she gives her sister's hand a squeeze , the highway speeding by past their tinted windows. " first even movie premier , can you believe it ? cuz i sure as shit can't. "

[crisisbabe]

@yellowjacketm sent “  what the hell is wrong with me?  ”

" hey , " there's a stern edge to lex's voice that's only betrayed by the heartbreak reflected in her eyes. maybe there's a part of her that gets it , that feeling of being..... wrong. like someone fucked up while assembling her in the people factory and she came out defective. it's a feeling she's dealt with her whole life , but seeing that same frustration and grief in her sister -- it's not fucking fair. carefully , lex takes a seat next to hannah on the couch. every part of her is screaming to wrap an arm around her sister , hold her close. but she's not the touchy type , and already worked up , lex doesn't want to make it worse. instead , she settles for holding her own hand tightly on her lap , fingernails digging into skin. " nothing , okay ? nothing is wrong with you. " and even if her hands are firmly in front of her , lex's eyes are focused entirely on her sister. her world. " you just... you see the world differently than people want you to. but that's on them , hannah. "

[crisisbabe]

there's so many other things lex could be doing with her day off , but here she is with @yellowjacketm looking for a fucking apeman. the usual shit in her backpack has been cleared out , replaced instead with some rope and flashlights she'd stolen from the garage , two bottles of water , and a couple stale ass granola bars. she wishes she could say they weren't that desperate for the cash reward , but she'd be a fucking LIER.

" what's an apeman even supposed to be ? " they're far from any trail in the witchwood , ever warped and gnarled tree both unique and familiar. and the last thing she wants is for her and hannah to still be here when it starts to dark. but hey , with the kind of money being offered , they could afford to fly to california in first class. she had to at least try to take this seriously. " what do you think , banana ? more tarzan or planet of the apes ? "

[storiem-moved]

@yellowjacketm ; [ ♥ ]

❛ yank that door open and it’s kaboom. we need a plan. ❜

[unclewiley]

The Java Cafe was doing really well for itself despite the Starbucks in town and Beanie's. Their coffee was good and spoke for itself. He had plenty of returning and newer customers to where he never felt the impact of there being two other coffee shops in town. Not that he'd ever been worried... even when Beanie's started singing and dancing. His cafe? It was good. Great even. He would never toot his own horn, but his wife would. She was so unbelievably proud of him and the work he'd put in after buying this place nine years ago from the previous owner-- he'd flipped it and changed everything to make it far more successful than it used to be. But this little anecdote of the day wasn't necessarily about his coffee-- it was about the girl who had walked in with a nervous look asking for an application. She had moved to walk away then turned back asking for a pen before sitting down at a table to fill it out.

Andy couldn't say that he recognized @yellowjacketm, but he could tell she wasn't as well off as some of those coming in. She had on clothes that seemed a tad too big on her-- hand me downs and he sneakers were scuffed to high heaven. On her head was a well worn cap and on her back a bag that was tattered with pins. She seemed nervous, but he only watched her every so often with curious intent. Especially when she walked back over and handed him the application. He'd taken it and his pen back, eyes dropping to the paper so he could read the name '𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔𝗛 𝗙𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥'. Foster. He knew that name, but couldn't place it. His eyes scanned the sheet and a soft smile touched his lips, "Looks like this would be your first job, yeah?"

[crisisbabe]

there she is. his treasure. and oh , what a treasure she is ! it had taken time and resources though far less of both than one might think to track @yellowjacketm down. after locating her and her sister , charles had watched and waited. gotta wait until they felt safe enough , put some of those guards down. wait until they aren't so attached at the hip. and while it had taken more patience than charles was used to , he has to admit , standing here , looking at his prize , it's all been worth it.

" well , well , if it ain't my little killer. " leaning against the wall , he gives hannah his signature smile. all teeth. even if she runs , he's got the place surrounded. there's no where else she can go. " hello there , yellow jacket. "

❛ are you here to kill me? ❜

" kill you ? " with a cock of his head , charles scoffs. for all her power , she really is just some stupid kid , huh ? " what kinda man do you think i am ? " the smile , which before had offered the illusion of kindness sours , something dark , evil , and absolutely ravenous glinting in his eyes. " you'd be useless to me dead , hannah. "