#interpretation vault

[drafttheory]

Been thinking a lot about the first episode of Yellowjackets—specifically, how it frames Jackie and Shauna’s dynamic. People always paint Shauna as the obsessed one (which, yeah, she is), while Jackie is the oblivious, repressed, straight girl. But let’s be real: Jackie Taylor knows exactly what she’s doing.

That scene where Shauna is getting dressed, and Jackie is telling her what to wear? It reminded me of Mean Girls, but with a key difference. Regina George wouldn’t even let her disciples own clothes she didn’t approve of. But Shauna? She has options—Jackie just rejects them one by one until she finally hands her the outfit she picked.

Because Jackie loves Shauna. And not just the polished version she presents to the world—she loves all of her. The nerdy, book-reading, soccer-hating, flannel-wearing Shauna. The parts of her she tries to control aren’t the ones she wants to change, but the ones she wants to hide. Not out of embarrassment, but obsession. She wants that version of Shauna to belong to her.

She doesn’t want Randy fucking Walsh to get that part of her. Doesn’t want anyone to see Shauna as more than an extension of Jackie Taylor, because the second someone else sees Shauna for who she really is? Jackie loses her. And that terrifies her. It’s not about needing Shauna to be her sidekick. It’s about needing Shauna to be hers.

And let’s talk about Jackie’s sexuality for a second. Someone who spends years obsessing over how they want to lose their virginity, how special they want it to be, but never once considers their boyfriend of four years? Until they decide to just “get it over with,” and suddenly, now he’s an option? That’s not straight behavior. That’s not oblivious behavior either.

Jackie is waiting. For Shauna. For the flannel-wearing wordsmith in the driver’s seat to figure out how to say it first, so she can finally let herself say it back.

TL;DR: Jackie Taylor is just as obsessed with Shauna Shipman—if not more. And the way they handle those obsessions is exactly what rips them apart.

[drafttheory]

"you have a kid that you don't want, to save a marriage that you got into out of... guilt and shame." - literally shauna shipman.

at least melissa has more self-awareness about her situation than whatever is going on with shauna most days

[dirtbagcore]

and so teruhashi sadly died right there </3

randomly had the idea and HAD to draw it up rq (inspired by the socks i wore out today. yes the bear ears are 3d. its adorable) (*´ｪ｀*)

[bombrushblushin]

the longer i spend in my fallout brainrot the more i want every person in existence to know about all my characters I JUST WANNA TALK ABOUT THEM!! BUT IM ALSO TOO NERVOUS TO YAP ABOUT THEM TO ANYONE OUTSIDE OF LIKE ONE FRIEND!!!

dont mind how obvious it is that red and nora were drawn on different canvases and i just slapped them on there. if anyone seeing this is curious enough about anyone feel free to ask questions LMAOOOO (i will say ive also yapped about most of them an ungodly amount on their artfight profiles)

[fedoraspooky]

To Be Redesigned

A short Frank n' Sailboat Ollie drabble that takes place shortly before the start of their most recent cartoon series together. Wrote it at like 2 in the morning because I couldn't sleep thinkin' about the terrifying uncertainty of change and whatnot.

Summary: Frank was thrilled when he heard he was going to get a new design for this new show! But when the day finally arrives to try what's essentially a new body on, his nerves get the better of him. He's not exactly the biggest fan of his original design, but at least he's used to it... What if this new one doesn't work out?

~*~

Boy, what a beautiful day!

The pigeons were singing, the cars were honking, the sun really made those trash cans shine… And of course, the bits of gravel that peppered the back of the studio lot were just the perfect size for getting stuck in one’s paws while pacing anxiously around and around and trying not to descend into a nervous breakdown!

…

Frank didn't know why he was out here. Well, no, that's not entirely true. He knew what had led up to this, what had caused him to flee outside and hide behind a bunch of garbage and broken set stuff that was too big to fit into the trash cans, he just… didn't understand it.

He’d been told about the new show he was gonna be in… That there'd be redesigns.

And he’d been excited about it! Looking forward to it, even! He’d never really been redesigned before, not to this level. Maybe a few proportional changes since his very first cartoon- shorter snout, over-all rounder and ‘cuter’ shape… And there were the few notable changes he’d managed to make as well, though that required regular upkeep on his part due to his body’s stupid tendency to always try and return to how it was drawn. It took a lot of effort to clean up the eyelash clippings and hide an increasingly burdensome amount of ribbons… But this, THIS would be completely different! If this went well, there was a good chance he’d never have to stash another damn ribbon under a rug, or in the trash, or on a rocket to Mars ever again!

Of course, this would be no small change. More anthr- an… anthrapam- …

More human-like bodies, he’d been told. To fit the setting. That was all he’d been told so far, but it sounded promising! He hated being a little guy, always getting kicked around… And as of today, the early drafts had been completed and he’d get to try a brand new version of his body on!

He should be thrilled!

…So why was he hiding all crouched behind a trash can on all fours, fur standing on end, shaking like a leaf, and hyperventilating?

…

-!!

His ears flattened back when he heard the nearest hefty metal door open.

“Frank? Hey, uh… Buddy, you out here?” Called a high-pitched voice, much like his own.

Aw, $@#&... They sent the mouse after him.

“Go away, pipsqueak, I’m busy!” He blurted out of panic, more abrasive than he’d intended to be. It also gave away his location, he realized a bit too late, and he slapped his hand over his eyes. Damn it!

“Doin’ what?” Ollie asked, now right behind him.

Frank screamed and launched into the air, his skin fluttering to the ground and his skeleton landing in the trash can with a crash. The skeletonized cat poked his head up and shot a glare at his co-star, before climbing out and putting his skin back on, zipping it up like a pair of onesie pyjamas.

“None a’ your business, bub!” He grumped. “And augghh why d’ya gotta be as quiet as a mou-?!” Realizing what he was about to say, his expression went flat, before he dragged his hand over his face. “Forget it… Just stop sneakin’ up on me like dat!!”

Ollie rubbed his arm, grimacing a little. “Well, gee… Sorry, Frank, I didn't think I’d startle ya. But either way, uh, I dunno if you forgot, but the design guys wanna see us,” he said, motioning over his shoulder with his thumb.

“I know. A-and I’ll be there, I just…” Frank said weakly, his accent briefly losing a bit of its comical exaggeration in his nervousness as he fidgeted with his tail. He wracked his brain for something to say, anything to stall, before forcing a grin. “Say, why don't ya just go ahead, and I’ll catch up in a minute?”

Scratching his head, Ollie gave Frank an odd look. “...Is there somethin’ wrong that I just ain't gettin’ here, or…?”

“No.”

“Then what’s so important-”

“I’m gettin’ some fresh air!”

…

“...by the trash?” Ollie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah!” Frank said, though his posture made him seem less sure than he’d sounded. “Sometimes, uhh…” he swallowed, glancing at the trash can like it’d somehow help him, “Ssssssometiiiiimes… da people in caterin’ toss out some real good stuff?”

At first Ollie didn't seem like he was gonna be convinced, but then he nodded in agreement, hand on his hip. “Yeah, good point… Ya really never know, one time I scored a whole turkey sub!”

What? Don't he have money??

“Anyway, there's food inside if you're hungry,” Ollie continued, seemingly unaware of the baffled, wide-eyed stare his friend was giving him, “but they want both of us there, so we really gotta get a move on!” Ollie went to take Frank’s hand, but the cat suddenly pulled away.

“I ain't goin’,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Huh?”

“You heard me, I ain't goin!”

“...But Frank, weren’t ya lookin’ forward ta this?”

“...”

“I mean, even half an hour ago, you were all gung-ho about it! Don't tell me you're gettin’ cold feet!”

They both looked down to see Frank’s paws encased in blocks of ice. There was an awkward silence, before the cat sighed and pulled off his tail, turning it into a hair dryer to start thawing them out.

“Fine, I won't tell ya dat. Ya got eyes in your head, you can see it for yourself,” Frank grumbled. “Just… I dunno. Guess I just got ta thinkin’ about it too much.”

“Hey, don't worry about it! It's a normal thing ta get the jitters about,” Ollie reassured him. “I never got this big of an overhaul before, either.”

“Yeah, but-” Frank started, but he knew there was no way he could describe exactly what he was scared of without outing himself. He couldn't risk the studio finding out exactly what they'd gotten their hands on in that vault sale... what valuable ‘property’ they'd been unknowingly sitting on this whole time. He may not be at the height of his popularity anymore, but even now he felt shackled by his old fame… Falling by the wayside meant he’d finally been able to take a new direction in his life, but he also knew how greed worked. If the studio heads found out they owned THE ‘Felicity the Cat’, all the effort he’d put in to reinvent himself, to finally live his own life in whatever way he could, would be useless. He knew the execs would never see him as a person. They’d see dollar signs, and… it’d all be over.

And what if they already found out? It was an irrational fear, he knew that, but one he often had nightmares about. In this case it’d be even worse- it was relatively easy to hide feminine traits as a funny animal, but on a humanoid body?? What the hell would he be able to do about that?! He had some small amount of shapeshifting ability that he could use to transform his body parts for a quick gag, but not his whole body all at once, and certainly not for long enough to last an entire series! He could take off his body parts too, but they always found their way back to him. Normally that was a good thing, but…

“...ank? You alright?”

Frank blinked. “-Huh?”

“Ya stopped talkin’ and then just kinda zoned out for about as long as it takes ta read two paragraphs,” Ollie explained, brow furrowed in worry. He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “...Look, change is scary, I get it.”

-No you don't, Frank’s heart wanted to shout, You don't get it, you don't even know the half of it! But he kept his trap shut.

“...But it's also the start of somethin’ new,” Ollie continued, “And lord knows, we could both use that.”

“...What if I don't like it?”

“What, the show?”

“No, my new design. What if I don't like it?”

“Oh! Well, just tell ‘em what you don't like, they’ll fix it for ya.”

Frank looked gobsmacked. “-Wait. Seriously? Dey’ll actually do that?”

“Yeah, ‘course they will! Revisions are all part of the job, and we’re the ones who’ll be wearing their designs- of course they wanna know what we think!” Ollie said, a note of concern entering his voice as he realized something. “...Your old studio never let ya give any feedback?”

The look on Frank’s face said it all- Ears flattened back, downturned eyes, a slight crinkle above his nose… It seemed Ollie was right on the money, but at the same time, the mouse felt bad for bringing it up at all. Frank’s old studio was a sore subject.

“Sorry… I- I guess I shoulda…” Ollie fumbled for something to say, but ultimately decided he shouldn't keep putting his foot in his mouth. He cleared his throat, maneuvering carefully back to the subject of designs. “Point is, I know these guys, and they're good! This is just the first draft, so it may not be perfect- but at the end of the day, they want ya ta end up with somethin’ you're happy with. Okay?”

Frank twisted his tail in his hands. “...Ya seem pretty sure…”

“Sure I’m sure!” Ollie said with a smile. “...Besides, my contract says if my co-star ain't happy then I walk. They ain't gonna risk that.”

“Huh!” Frank raised his eyebrows. He didn't wanna mention how similar Ollie was to his older brother sometimes- the two didn't get along, and were hardly on speaking terms... But every once in a blue moon, he’d do or say something, or show some little mannerism that just seemed almost uncannily like him. Frank had thought the mouse was a total pushover at first- he always seemed a little too meek, too eager to please… But after a while, it became clear that the rabbit’s stubborn rebellious streak ran in the family after all. Ollie just tended to be more subtle about it.

Still, it was a relief to know he had some kind of contractual bulwark against being stuck in a body he didn't want…

“Well… alright. Why da hell not, I’ll give it a shot,” Frank said with a little reassured smile, holding out his hand for Ollie to take.

“Yeah, that's the spirit!” Ollie said as the two friends started walking back, hand in hand as the music swelled.

“...Though, we should probably-�� “Oh cripes yeah, we’re super late,” they could be heard muttering to each other as they picked up the pace to a brisk walk, then into a run, the metal door of the studio swinging shut behind them with a clatter.

[drafttheory]

never forget she chose to lead a double life, not once but TWICE.

like jackie genuinely thought they had a good friendship, and yeah, maybe she knew at times she was a little pushy at time but that's all. she had no idea shauna was fucking her boyfriend behind her back, planning to go to an entirely different college without telling her, and didn't even LIKE soccer. (because shauna simply didn't tell her any of this).

and then with jeff, instead of confronting his 'cheating' decides to just cheat too. and live ANOTHER double life. which leads to ANOTHER death.

Shauna genuinely scares me more than Misty

Misty is outwardly unsettling but Shauna hides it

Misty feels more manic but methodical while Shauna feels more subdued but very impulsive

Misty has a want to be seen as helpful and I feel like if you actually treat her nicely she'll be your ride or die but Shauna got impregnated by her childhood best friend's boyfriend and would later go on to marry him

Shauna is the type of scary you won't see coming until it's too late

[drafttheory]

I love that the most shocking reveal in the first episode of Yellowjackets isn’t that Shauna is sleeping with Jeff.

It’s that Shauna Shipman likes men *at all*.

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

I don’t think any of the forthcoming vaults will recontextualize the album in quite the same way that Red’s vault did.

[drafttheory]

“jackie never realizes she’s gay or in love with shauna”

i know i made a whole post arguing that jackie did know she was in love with shauna—but consider that she didn’t. consider that this teenage girl died before she ever had the chance to truly live. before she got to make the discoveries that would’ve shaped her entire future. she died alone, exiled by the people she believed knew her best.

consider that tai and van might’ve been her first real exposure to queerness. and before she had the time to process that—to explore the terrifying, beautiful world of her own sexuality—she had to endure heartbreak. a heartbreak that proved fatal.

jackie never realises shes gay or in love with shauna but shauna realises shes in love with jackie and even tho they makeout at sleepovers it doesnt mean anything according to jackie and its just practise and not love and so nothings happening with shaunas love so it metamorphosises into obsession and jealousy and she starts trying to live jackies life subconsciously to try and get as close to jackie as possible and so she starts dating jeff and then jackie dies and she takes over her role as team captain and then they return from the wilderness and shauna lives jackies life and marries jackies boyfriend and has dinner with jackies parents on jackies birthday and callie even wears jackies yellowjackets uniform as if she was jackies daughter like the whole thing is just what shouldve been jackies life if her and shauna hadnt had that fight

[marshmurmurs]

I have got to finish up some of my fic drafts oh my god

[taylorsabrina]

can i share something vulnerable with you guys?

..... i still haven't heard any of the speak now tv vault tracks.

[radiofreemagica]

It's easy to jump to the conclusion that the NCR and New Vegas got destroyed in the series purely out of spite, because Bethesda is coping and seething that people like FNV more than any of their Fallouts. I'm also leaning towards that interpretation myself, although I'm not ready to attribute that specific intention to Bethesda just yet.

A much more charitable, but also more likely interpretation is this: Bethesda has a very superficial understanding of Fallout, and they're incapable of going in any new and interesting direction with it. And that's why they destroyed the NCR and New Vegas, because they represented humanity rebuilding and looking towards the future (albeit still with heavy doses of old world nostalgia, but FNV has already said plenty on the topic). Their continued existence in canon forces Bethesda to think about the future of the setting, when all they want to do is sit in their postapocalyptic sandbox that hasn't been cleaned up in 200 years and wank about the BOS, Vault-Tec, and 1950s American aesthetics. So they had to go.

Well, whichever one it is, it's clear that Bethesda has absolutely zero respect for the work of Obsidian/Black Isle. Or the Fallout setting in general, for that matter.

[drafttheory]

and did you begin seeing your dead situationship too?

Had a dream where I was held hostage in a meat freezer and i think the gods of yellowjackets just blessed me with a Shauna-lite experience, for brainrot reasons

[banquetwriter]

Bob and vampire! Reader where when they are fucking he asks them to bite him but the reader is kinda scared to because she doesn't wanna hurt him?

A/N: I'm going to interpret this as reader has powers that mimic a vampire, like a super solider serum gone wrong vibes :) lmk if you want more vampire!reader bc I luv that

Warnings: blood, slight cannibalism???, fucking, cowgirl, and bob being a pathetic bottom

Your body no longer felt hungry, not for food anyways. Your body yearned for a connection beyond one-night stands. It was hard to find friends let alone a romantic partner in your… condition. In an attempt to make a super solider your body no longer needed food to survive it needed collagen. The best way to get it was human blood. That's how Valentina found you. Scared, alone, and starving. She was able to *ethically* source blood to keep you at bay.

Eventually after agreeing to work for her in return for your source of food and place to stay you started to do her dirty work. Using your inhumane powers to eliminate anyone who became a threat. Then she lured everyone to the vault and tried to kill you. That's when you met Bob. He was sweet, so so so sweet. You hadn't touched anyone gently in a while. Only making human contact to kill them.

The first time you had touched him you were transported back to the first time you had realized it was human blood that helped you survive. But since then the two of have grown close. So close sneaking into his room to feel that human connection you so desperately craved. You could hear how fast his heart beat would become as he came closer and closer to cumming inside you.

He begged for a release. Craved it. He was also obssed with your mouth, running his fingers around it. Feeling your sharp canine teeth, long fangs that grew thanks to the sudden serum. You'd quickly remove his hand shame filling your system. Trying to for a, little while, to ignore that horrid side of you. Tonight in particular he was fixated on it. His cock rammed inside you, as you lifted your hips and down. “Fuck me baby your so good.” you whined anchoring yourself by squeezing his hands. He lets out a strangled whine. You knew that meant he wanted kisses. You obliged leaning down as you felt his tongue lick at your teeth. You pulled away slightly not wanting him to feel.

He let out a groan. “What baby? Use your words.” you beckoned “please- please bite me.” he was breathless in his request. You slowly stopped riding him, confusion written on your face. “What?” your voice was blunt and confused, hands lifting away slowly. “Please, just r-right here on my neck. I won't tell anyone I promise I jus’ needa feel them.” his finger ghosted the sharp teeth as you stuttered to find an answer.

No way you could do this. Absolutely not. “Baby m’ not gonna hurt you.” you sighed, his cock twitched inside you at your words. “You wont hurt me! Sentry. Remember I'm- Val said I can't really get hurt.” he said his arms seizing yours. You sighed, you hand’t considered that. You feared you wouldn't be able to stop if you started. Bob already tasted so sweet as is. His blood must be devine.

With enough pleading you reluctantly agreed to give him a small bite. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou.” the words past his lips like a prayer as you hovered over his neck/ collar bone area. With a slight lick of your lips you bit down harshly on him, he let out a pornographic moan. His hands found your back as you continued to suck him dry. He tasted delicious, unable to hold back as you drank and drank. His cock pulsed inside you as he reached his climax from the feeling of your sharp fangs. You lifted from him, blood dribbling down your chin. Eyes red and angry as you stared at him. For the first time in years your hunger was gone… for now. If he allowed, you were going to he back for seconds.

[halfsixwakeup]

Can we appreciate the lunacy of season 9's plot so far? (I have seen some edits and corrections, and you are all absolutely right. I have now updated it)

>Bird man piles up diamonds to mine later

>Some of his neighbours also do this, but with more diamonds

>Neighbourhood-wide competition ensues

>Minor "war" over this, including missiles, portals and australian physics

>War ends, diamonds collected

>Everyone now has so many diamonds they have lost value

>Guy who is possibly part dog is declared king by a silly little guy covered in moss, and has everyone hand over all diamonds

>Dog Guy sets up a quest system with the diamonds as rewards

>Economy re-stabilises

> Dwarf hosts a DoomGuy themed party in Dog Guy's basement

>Dog Guy goes mad with power, recruits Zombie puppet-master, Flying Gun Vigilante, Literal Basement-Dweller (Positive) and Joe Hills. He also bans partying

>Local soup-obsessed Dwarf, Elf and Janitor start a revolution based on a vague interpretation of a prompt from a moustache-themed robot from another dimension.

>They recruit Birdman to assist their resistance and assassinate the King

>Civil unrest leads to a full scale revolt and raiding of the King's vault

>The King is killed by the dwarf and freed from a curse that made him evil

>Moustache Robot reopens dimensional tear and shenanigans ensue, including the Janitor being a Goddess

>Other dimensional visitors follow them back through the portal, hang out for a few weeks, and leave.

>A trading card game exists and is actually pretty cool

[drafttheory]

Yellowjackets is just Shauna repeatedly acting out in hopes it summons her guilt—because it only knows how to show up as her dead teenage best friend.