Carrion Choir. Van Was Supposed To Die. She Knows That. The Dead Know That. The Wilderness Knows That.

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.

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 🤭

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Kana for an old friend's birthday.

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being a Derry Girl, well, it’s a fucking state of mind.

diversity win! the monster created from a piece of the lung of your dead son is gay!