LC. She/they. I'll post my work on here, every now and again.
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Occasionallythreeowls - Occasionally I Write - Tumblr Blog
dream team to survive the horrors when you’re stranded in the wilderness:
- a prophet who loves shoplifting
- an italian-american with a gun
- a girl who has two first aid classes and a love for malpractice
- The (self-proclaimed) Only Sane One Around Here
- The Sane One’s Shadow Self
- a butch
- a butcher
- a girl who will stir the pot literally and figuratively
- just some guy who is now considered One of the Girls
some Storyboard and Conceptual design artwork for John Carpenter’s “the Thing”, by Mike Ploog.
The dog.
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I made this animation a year ago but I'm still very happy with it so I'm gonna give it some new life! I'd love to remake this sometime, but that's gonna be a far away future project I think.
Tai & Van - The Origin of Love
favorites from my horror double features series
Inktober Day 31: Fire
And with that -- Inktober wraps up once again! Thanks so much for all the appreciation along the way. This month has been very difficult & Inktober's been a great distraction/companion. Now to focus on some other fun stuff! 🌟💖
a tree is not a human thing - other tai pov. an alternative to van's existence in season 2 deeply leaning on hangsaman. thanks to @occasionallythreeowls for reading over this. written for @yellowjacketsoctober prompt 2 came back wrong
the person who answers isn’t van for a moment, her face shadowed and blank, but then she steps out into the weak light of the front porch, and everything shivers into place. everything is right again; you can taste her blood at the back of taissa's throat.
Ceramic Bunnies I Official Trailer
for yellowjackets october: yellowjackets re-imagined as a slasher [youtube]
wanted my heart (but i gave her my soul)
Taissa Turner doesn't believe in the Wilderness, in spirits, in monsters. She definitely doesn't believe in vampires. None of that stuff can possibly be real.
It can, however, still upend her entire life.
Chapter 1/4 - 1996
M, 15.1 words
She wakes in the woods. It’s happening a lot, waking in the woods, no memory whatsoever of what brought her here. More and more with each passing week, even. She considers telling the others—Shauna or Van, at least—and dismisses the thought each morning. She’s supposed to be strong. She’s supposed to be steady. She isn’t supposed to be the kind of person who sleepwalks into the trees, waking with mud crusted under her nails and a sour tang in her mouth. The idea of them finding out bothers her almost more than the event itself.
Ghost friends. An anonymous fear submitted to Deep Dark Fears - thanks!
You can find original artwork in my shop!
i don’t know if i mentioned how one of the commissions i’m working on is a taivan one?
✨taivan secret prom (if they never got to the nationals)✨
more details to come once the commission is finished
the 💕commissioner💕 said it was okay to share this
here’s a colored sketch of tai and van’s prom outfits (i’ll hone in on the details for the actual commission artwork)
what do you mean i cheated with the suit i drew for van?? i was merely inspired by one of liv’s looks (i had to!!!)
(pls follow me on twitter ! i’m more annoying there ✌🏽)
yellowjackets 1.05 script implying that shauna found shaunajackie fics when searching her own name
pangbornrf - “We Have To Be Brave Because Along The Way We Are Going To Be Very Unsafe"
I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.
(mary oliver, sleeping in the forest)
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.