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thesilkentheater · 2 years

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neon eternity

The neon lights are unyielding.

It's a truth of this city. Has been since anyone can remember, bright multicolor the main decor of their lives for years upon years. Sleek black buildings lined with their flavor of choice, or lively signs for that local noodle place you bring your friends every week because it's the best thing you've ever tasted every time; none of them ever quiet. The city's always the same no matter the time of day, night, or evening, because the sense of time most people have is skewed enough that it's not the amount of people milling about that change.

Only the individuals. And there aren't really individuals here, anyway.

It's all in conglomerates. The guy next door works for a massive corporation who doesn't care about his well being or pay rate or the fact that he has a cat named Iofi who loves to people watch on his balcony. The woman down the street has back problems that make her a part of a statistic, just another number to jot down on a log and report to the government. Elected officials just follow along the guidance of the system, because if they don't, they're not getting reelected.

The system will make sure of that.

Names only mean something if you care to make them into a spectacle. The name of your neighbor only matters to you, and maybe to them, but it's to give them some semblance of control in their lives. They pierce the side of their hand with rings because it's possible to do, and they want to do something they've been allowed to choose for once. This name is that, too, whether chosen for them by parents or changed later.

Something that wasn't determined by algorithms going through stack indexes or whatever the hell the computer says it's on. Even programmers don't always know, hoping their home-grown AI can figure out the problems they've invented just for those AI to solve.

When everything is balanced so precariously, however, it's bound to fall.

And fall it did. A tragedy struck, seemingly benign, a trick sent from Mother Nature who was no longer the mother of anything that grows in such a metal prison. A rainstorm.

Streets went slick with rainwater, as per usual, but something strange happened. A power plant had to shut down because of the awful weather. And because of that, the nearby warehouses and factories had to shut down, which also meant they weren't producing.

This started a chain reaction. The people nearby were desperate for work, living so stringently paycheck to paycheck that a single break would break the bank on rent; they started devising a plan to get past the security drones that would come for them were they to default on a payment. But that hadn't been necessary, because those drones were incapacitated by incoming thunder that hit a communication beacon necessary for their operation, which meant they'd all gone offline.

Then, because these factories needed power, other power plants went into overdrive, hiring the staff that were discarded from the previous plant and offering them bonuses to cover the difference. This overdrive couldn't last too long, but because the security drones weren't working, the repair of the power plant was taking longer than expected. So the local power plants started to break down, causing their own miniature sparks of outrage and fear.

And eventually this little ripple turned into a tidal wave, forcing power plants to either close down or stay operating in their tiny, tiny little circle. Except if they did, they'd get mobbed by people who needed power, and quickly shut down anyway.

And there was no power, throughout the whole city. Systems were down, the system was down, nothing could be done.

Somehow, it seemed, the neon lights were still going. Perhaps they simply forgot they were nothing but a reaction of gas and electricity, or maybe they kept some static between them for the rough times in the world, but the neon lights kept on.

Now, of course, that's long behind them. The systems have been built better and brighter, resistant to thunderstorms biblical. And yet a rising sentiment builds in the people that perhaps, just maybe, there's a chance that these corporations aren't invincible, no matter what they tell us or what it feels like.

Maybe rebellion is around the corner. Maybe it won't ever come. Maybe it won't be necessary. Maybe it's the only way to salvation. Only one constant remains true:

The neon lights are unyielding.

#writing #short story #creative writing

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tumbwubbsnuts · 2 years

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Rules About Making Camp Patsy (a Undersea Spin-Off to Camp Lazlo)

In Order to Make Camp Patsy, Here are the Rules That You Have to Follow. and Here They are. The Rules for Making Camp Patsy are:

1. I Need Someone Who is Very Good at Animating to Make Camp Patsy.

2. Speaking of Animating Camp Patsy, The Animation for It Needs to Look Exactly Like the Animation in the Original Show (Camp Lazlo) & Rocko's Modern Life: Static Cling.

3. All of the Squirrel Scouts in the Spin-Off Need to Sound Exactly Like Themselves in Camp Lazlo & I Need People Who are Females on the Internet Who Can Do Their Impressions of the Squirrel Scouts (Including Suzie, Rachel, & Terrifield).

4. Speaking of the Voices of the Squirrel Scouts, Make Sure You Keep Amber's Voice the Way She Sounds in "Call Me Almondine (Camp Lazlo)" While Voicing Her (If You're a Female on the Internet). (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qb6nfaJ1J7g)

5. The Other Squirrel Scouts (Carolina, Chelsea, Chrissy, Diana, Emma, Francine, Frieda, Gale, Glenda, Haily, Hattie, Hazel, Isabella, Lisa, Mrs. Vixen, Tiffany, Veronica, & Whinny) Also Need to Have Voices. So, If You're a Female on the Internet, Go Ahead & Give Some of Them a Voice. The Links to What They Look Like are Right Down Here.

6. Patsy, Nina, Gretchen, Jane Doe, Almondine, Amber, Honey, Suzie, Toodie, Rachel, Terrifield, & All of the Other Squirrel Scouts That I Just Mentioned All Need to Be Mermaids in This Spin-Off. Speaking of Jane Doe Herself, She Needs an Acorn Flats Uniform & a Purple Mermaid Tail Underneath her Skirt While the Other 28 Squirrel Scouts All Need to Have Mermaid Tails That Have the Same Color as Their Skins (Except Chrissy).

7. Mrs. Mucus & the Bean Scouts are Not Allowed in This Spin-Off (Except for the Parts Where One of the Squirrel Scout Mermaids Jump Out of the Sea), Don't Add Them in Camp Patsy, Unless If There's a Part Where Either Mrs. Mucus or the Bean Scouts Appear Where One of the Squirrel Scout Mermaids are Out of the Water (Including Patsy, Nina, & Gretchen).

8. The Backgrounds for the Acorn Flats Need to Have Live-Action Saltwater Footages When the Squirrel Scouts are Under the Sea. But When the Squirrel Scouts aren't Under the Sea, The Backgrounds on Dry Land Need to Be in Cartoon Form.

9. Sexual Content is Also Not Allowed in This Spin-Off Because It's a Kids Show.

10. Adult Words are Not Allowed in This Spin-Off as Well Because Like I Said, It's a Kids Show. It Should Never Contain Adult Words Like Fuck, Piss, Ass, Damn, Shit, Hell, Bitch, Jesus Christ, Dick, Tits, Cock, Balls, Gay, Vagina, Rape, Penis, Porn, God, Genitals, Boobs, Hooker, Jack-Off, Jizz, Cum, Schlong, Wanker, Retard (ed), Prostitute, Douchebag, & Many More Adult Words. Racial Slurs are Also Never Allowed in This Spin-Off Either Because Not Only are They Inappropriate, But They're Also Racist. So, Don't Add Adult Words nor Racial Slurs into Camp Patsy. Camp Patsy is a Kids Show! Not an Adult Show!

11. Every 2 Segments in Every Episode of Camp Patsy (Except for Specials) Need to Be 11 Minutes Long.

12. The Logo of the Spin-Off Itself Needs to Look Like This. (https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/9/91/Disney%27s_Camp_Patsy_Logo.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424190419)

13. When the Squirrel Scouts are Singing the Intro of Camp Patsy, They Need to Have Their Singing Voices in Their Mermaid Tone of Voices Since, This Spin-Off Does Have Something to Do with Mermaids.

14. The Camp Patsy Episodes with the 2 Segments in Them Need to Be Released on YouTube.

& Now It's Time for the Moment You've Been Waiting for... The Designs of the Squirrel Scouts from Camp Patsy! & Here They are!

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/b/bf/Almondine_as_a_Mersquirrel_Scout.png/revision/latest?cb=20220205234126

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/2/25/Amber_as_a_Mersquirrel_Scout.png/revision/latest?cb=20220205234055

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/e/e7/Carolina.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424185254

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/b/bf/Chelsea.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424185302

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/2/21/Chrissy.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424185310

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/5/5f/Diana.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424185318

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/4/46/Emma.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424185326

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/5/5f/Francine.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424185335

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/d/dd/Frieda.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424185349

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/f/fd/Gale.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424185356

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/b/b9/Glenda.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424185404

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/4/42/Gretchen_as_a_Mersquirrel_Scout.png/revision/latest?cb=20220204191756

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/7/7a/Haily.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424185412

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/5/55/Hattie.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424185419

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/f/fd/Hazel.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424185431

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/8/8b/Honey_as_a_Mersquirrel_Scout.png/revision/latest?cb=20220205234043

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/1/1b/Isabella.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424185444

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/0/06/Jane_Doe%27s_Redesign.png/revision/latest?cb=20220206000255

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/5/59/Lisa.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424185453

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/f/f9/Mrs.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424185818

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/3/38/Nina_Neckerly_as_a_Mersquirrel_Scout.png/revision/latest?cb=20220204191723

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/0/0f/Patsy_Pose_%28Disney%27s_Camp_Patsy%29.png/revision/latest?cb=20220205234628

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/6/67/Rachel_Genson_as_a_Mersquirrel_Scout.png/revision/latest?cb=20220205231422

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/b/b0/Suzie_as_a_Mersquirrel_Scout.png/revision/latest?cb=20220205231507

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/0/07/Terrifield_as_a_Mersquirrel_Scout.png/revision/latest?cb=20220205231449

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/7/7c/Tiffany.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424190126

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/d/da/Toodie_as_a_Mersquirrel_Scout.png/revision/latest?cb=20220205234420

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/3/39/Rachel%2C_Terrifield%2C_and_Veronica_Poses_%28Disney%27s_Camp_Patsy%29.png/revision/latest?cb=20220206183737

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/camplazlowiki/images/4/4d/Whinny.png/revision/latest?cb=20220424190201

So, Yeah... Those are the Rules of Camp Patsy. Now, Could Someone Please Make Camp Patsy for Me? Because It's Gonna Take Too Long for Me to Make It.

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https://bottomharrykingdom.tumblr.com/post/637045884168896512/im-not-trans-because-i-wore-pink-blue-and-white can you believe what this mf is saying

‼️ stop giving that blog and blogs like that attention when they’ve made a number of people uncomfortable and the very nature of this discourse is about headcanoning a stranger‼️

#oh my god where's that post about real people??#i should've liked it when i had the chance and now its gone forever #again no this behavior doesnt surprise me bc ppl are looking for rep in irl people #they're not static they have lives and sure as hell aren't going out of their way plotting secret messages for some in group on al gore's i #internet #okay? okay i'm done #im blacklisting his name that blog’s name any of the various other blog’s names and deleting holy shit do y’all rest??#does anyone ever fucking rest?? I’m about to make a recommendation to the apa to add stanning in the dsm-6 #because this behavior this ongoing discourse is not normal!! none of it is fucking normal the fact that y’all go to war every fucking day #from bloggers answering 100 asks about it furthering triggering themselves #to bringing people outside the fandom for their opinion #and just not having a life!! it’s dr stangolden my treatment is getting y’all to touch grass twice a day for a week!!#and down to the root cause of all of this which tricking yourselves into believing every single thing they do has a hidden message #or an ulterior motive it’s watching brain rot in real time I can’t stand it #y’all camped in ppl’s inboxes to either send them hate or complain about them to blogs that encourage ppl to send hate #you’re going through ppl’s blogs and archives waiting for them to ‘slip up’ so you can attack them for what?? FOR WHAT???#y’all saying people are doing transmisia for not agreeing with you!! making bold ass claims we don’t know you can make!! DEPLATFORM THEM PLS #Anonymous #talk t me

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If you could 👉👈 do a karl who's s/o is a shepard who happens to be immortal druid and has a flock of sheep they keep. (They/them but masc) They are creative and like to make things abd sew using wool possibly helping him mend any clothes and some domestic headcannons for mlm if its possible!! I'm sure you have got a lot of requests,,

Lol i got confused when i read this because i have an oc called Shepherd who is also kind of immortal and i was wondering “how the hell do they know that, i haven't revealed that in the story yet” but then i read further on and it made sense.

Apologies nonnie, i suffer from a square brain and a lack of wrinkles.

ANYWAY, HEADCANONS.

You were infected with the mold LONG before miranda. They've been around for hundreds of years, seen all there is to see and still decided that living with their flock of cute little sheep is the best option. They’re just living their own peaceful life minding their own business, occasionally mending clothes for the village, selling wool to Elena for fabric and maybe occasionally offering some druid wisdom when Miranda can't be bothered.

And then Karl comes on the scene in the late 60s. Man is like a hurricane and totally upends your life. At first you can't decide if you like this or not. He’s loud, he’s annoying and for such a small human he has one hell of a temper. But all that being said, he can be soft. He’s charming and he’s the only one in decades that's made any effort to befriend you. You are up here isolating yourself by choice, it just sort of happened that way.

He keeps coming around and eventually starts to grow on you. Sometimes he genuinely needs your help; maybe some of the village sheep are sick and you're the only one experienced enough to help, maybe he’s in need of sheep's milk for baby lycans. Other times his excuses are just lame, you don't know why he can't just say he wants to see you for a bit.

It takes years. Literal years, for him to finally admit he has some feelings for you. There was one time you were sewing the button of his shirt collar back on. It took a while because he kept squirming and the longer it took the more flushed karl’s face got. You worried he was getting a fever but when you reached your hand up to check, Karl took it and kissed it. Now you're both blushing “ i shouldn't have done that.” Karl bolts for the door before you even have a chance to protest.

A few weeks later he returns looking a little, dare i say, sheepish. He’s clearly been overthinking things in the time he was gone. He apologizes and promises not to come back after this. Turns out he’d taken one of your bone needles by mistake, still attached to his button by an uncut thread. It's pinned to his hat for now, he plucks it out and hands it to you. This is the perfect opportunity for you to grab him and pull him into an embrace.

Let's be honest, back then , two masc people in a relationship wasn't exactly accepted. Especially considering one of you is a village Lord. Karl doesn't seem to care about his standing or his reputation but you're the one who advises caution. Decades alone with your sheep have not been easy and you just want Karl to know what he might be getting himself in for.

He doesn't introduce you to the other lords. Not because he’s ashamed or because he doesn't want to put you on a pedestal and go “ LOOK AT THEM. AREN'T THEY WONDERFUL? WELL TOO BAD, THEY'RE ALL MINE HAHAHA” because he absolutely would if he thought he could get away with it. No he’s afraid miranda will find out you’re immortal like her and try to rope you into her bs. You keep your relationship secret but honestly? That makes it a little more fun.

Some silly domestic stuff with karl?

Oh boy your sheep DO NOT like Karl in the slightest. Maybe when he was younger he used to chase them around the fields with the other children and they remember. Maybe his electric powers make their wool feel static. Either way, when they see him, it's on sight.

Many times you have been minding your own business in your cottage, maybe having some tea or doing some embroidery when you hear hideous screeching and thunderous bleeding from outside “that’ll be karl'' you say amused looking at the clock “ right on time.” you go to the field to retrieve your dumb wolfy boyfriend from the wrath of the flocks Ram. You’re sure little red riding hood would be laughing her cloak off if she could see this.

Karl has probably clambered onto the coal bunker or the wood shed to escape . there's no metal for miles around, even your cutlery and needles are made of bone, so he has nothing to defend himself with. It's hard not to laugh watching this insanely powerful man get into a fight with a singular sheep...and lose.

Eventually you convince him down, herd the sheep away. He’s grumbling and limping a little as you escort him back to the cottage. Something about how he’s going to make mutton out of that ram one day and how things would be different if he’d had his hammer “ there there” you sooth, sitting him down for some tea “ the sheep can't hurt you now”

He's going to need a little patching up. Maybe some druid recipe balm to stop his cuts getting infected. Plus,the ram tore his jacket and the leg of his pants. He's still huffing even after you offer some of your clothes for him to wear while you sew his back together. This goes well until it comes time for him to change back into his own things, he’s refusing to give you your hoodie or jacket back because it smells like you. Sorry, it's his now, you're the same size of clothes and he’s not willing to share.

The irony of a sheep person dating the big bad wolf is not lost on you. You both like to make jokes and puns about it.

One of Karl's favorite things to do is lie with you under the blanket you made and listen to the rain, the crackle of a warm fire and the sound of you breathing. He loves coming to your cottage just to decompress. You are, of course, a calming influence on karl. He’s a hot spark, ready to zap at a moment's notice. Staying at your place for a little while, out of the sight of prying eyes is like a luxury holiday for him.

He always stays with you in the winter. Almost every day it seems, despite the long walk from his factory to your place. The factory floor is hot but the rest of it is cold as a witch's teat and karl HATES it. There's only so long he can work in the warmth before he needs to sleep and that's hard to do in a room that's colder than Miranda's love for the lords. It makes him grumpy, makes it hard to think. Too bad he lives in a snowy village. So he drags himself to your cottage every day, to luxuriate in the warmth of your home, lie on your sheepskin rugs or snuggle with you in lambswool blankets as the snow pattern down outside.

The food in your place is incredible to him. Shepherds pie? Sheep's milk cheese fondue? All the tasty teas you brew from local flowers? He always asks if what you've made is some sort of druid magic or if you're just a really good cook. It's getting hard for him to eat anything else because it's swill compared to what you make.

#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl x reader #my stuff #my writing #karl Headcanons #Headcanons #my headcanons #asks #my asks

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pleasancies · 3 years

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Justifying The Aftermath

wordcount : 2.1k+

warning : mention of animal abuse, emeto

content : lashing out, electrocution, vomiting, whumper!caretaker, lady whump, lab whump, whumper pov, manhandling

This is it! The last day of Summer of Whump. It's been fun, writing and reading more whump from this event. Can't wait for next year! Tagging : @summer-of-whump

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Previous Chapter

"Breathe deeply, Fenrir."

Her stare was full of contempt. There was still a sharp edge on her two fangs. Blue veins jutting out under her arms and legs. She was much older than John, late in her twenties. Prior affiliation indicated if she wasn't a murderer or an arsonist then she's an accomplice to one. He didn't dare to take a step further. Even when her left arm was tucked in a sling, the other connected to an IV, the general scrapes and bruises on her face, or the fact that she couldn't sit up so the infirmary nurse had to raise her bed to prevent her lungs collapsing in on itself.

Fenrir spat, and it hit him in the chest despite the distance.

John took out his napkin, "I mean it for your well-being. Your rib fracture wasn't severe, but your recovery will be greatly stalled if you manage to get yourself pneumonia."

"And then what? Brainwashing? I had to be Empire's hunting dog? I'd rather die."

"You're contributing to the public good. We're not lying."

"You think turning people into living weapons is for the greater good?" Fenrir grinned, covering the upper half of her face with her palm. "Rich kids are easy to brainwash."

"We were forced. If terrorist groups like those Heretics you love so much doesn't terrorize the managers then we wouldn't have to spend so much time on defense!"

John watched the rise of Fenrir's chest as she spoke. Her breath was fast and shallow.

"Heretics are a new thing. The humans living in the Orients and the Border Islands have existed long before the Ship fell into our grounds. The Empire wasn't reacting to them when they sent out the first Seed and they sure as hell does not need a living monster to weed out a bunch of poors with a handmade grenade. What the Empire doing is never defense, child. They're hungry for control."

Child. It filled him contempt. He might have been younger than her but look who had their life sorted out? An internship with the smartest minds of the earth, a girl waiting back home, and a few years worth of savings. John is more mature, educated in things other than the vulgarity of drink and merrymaking.

Forgetting his fear, John leaned on the side of Fenrir's bed. He loomed above her. "Your problem is that you're uneducated. You had a brilliant mind, but you didn't go to school or truly learn how to think the big picture. The facts you learned was baseless. The Radicals got to you first and I'm sorry for that."

The glare she gave sharpened, and for a second John believed she's going to lunge at him. Luckily she was only taking a deep breath.

"Uneducated? I've written essays, planned raids, and build gardens! I might not be an engineer, but I know more about the world than you."

"This is a waste of time. You're insulting instead of discussing."

"Explain how calling me uneducated isn't an insult."

John run his fingers through his hair, "I'm here only to look at your progress. Look, I think Heretics are too caught up in their pain. They experienced bad things and blame the Empire. But it's just the world. You need to struggle and work and-"

"Mind if I cut in?" Fenrir doesn't wait for John. "Since you want an argument, I want to acknowledge we both had a different view of reality. It's just our sources. But you need to think about what they taught you. I assume you're referring to the workhouses."

"Yes. That, and the jails. I know most of you are former convicts."

She ramped up in intensity. Fenrir raised her voice. "They might told you it's just a struggle, but have you even been there? Eat the rat-pissed grain and get yelled off for sitting? Have you ever questioned if the papers telling their story reflects reality? Managers owned the workhouses. They owned the papers. Of course they only said good things about it. They got away with untold evil because you trust them!"

The long histrionic rant left Fenrir with a coughing fit. John's answer were simple.

"Who's to say you didn't lie to me to sympathize with them?"

"Ask ten men working in the poor house. If anecdotes don't phase you then read some statistics my group works on."

"I'll do it." If John had the time, which was virtually nonexistent. If he had the guts because none of his friends including him know a guy like that, and approaching workhouse residents can get you robbed "Later. Wartimes are a bitch."

Fenrir chuckled, her mood has lightened up. "Aren't we all united under a single flag? Why is there still a war?"

A rhetorical question and a trap. Why is Fenrir likes to anger herself so much? Either way, he's not taking the bait. What a sad life, suspecting every thing you hear might be misinformation. The Empire could never lie about something so grave. They had principles. John had seen firsthand how his life have been easy because his family knows the rules and how go around the proceedings. It's imperfect, but it's definitely better than whatever the Heretics are going for.

For a week, John and Lisette have been adjusting. Visiting Fenrir separately, taking notes of trigger buttons and quirks. This Fenrir was different, and the way she was exposed to the substance made a different sort of Dog, besides the mutations. They need to re-do experiments, test new things, even change up their approach. Fenrir was always angry, and there's this restless energy around her. Avoiding certain topics and sneaking up sweets for her seem to calm her down a little, but that restless edge was still there.

Not a concern. Not since Fenrir's ribs and shoulder had mostly healed. Not after they've think up strategies to temper her prickly disposition and contain the emotional outburst after her first testing. Not when they drug her when she's already asleep before transporting her to the forest.

They were expecting a tantrum. The soldiers prepared stun guns, flash bangs, anything that could assault her heightened senses. Professor Clayton personally stitched the taser cuffs on her ankle. Something John had spent a great deal of time debating against. He was overruled. Lisette took their superior's side. In the end, the shock collar was necessary.

"I think she's getting through to you," Lisette teased.

"Oh shut up. I was trying to meet her halfway." The image in their cameras are somehow better. Some were blank, filled with static courtesy of Fenrir's rampage. But the few that left thrived, vivid contrasts and colours detailing her figure among the half-eaten animal. Alien techs are on another level. "She was taught to expect cruelty from us. We can't reform her if we proved her right."

"I think that's unfair. She'd done bad things, just because she was radicalized to do so doesn't mean she's exempt from punishment."

John leaned on his chair, "But we're not judges. We're scientists. We should refrain from any cruelty unless it's sanctioned by the State."

"Yeah, right." The speakers blared with a distorted buzz of a helicopter. They were silent as it lands at the edge of the forest. Lisette went on, "so you've already told the King you'll stitch Fenrir's wound without anesthetic?"

"You're missing the point."

"What is it then? Don't get me wrong, I think she deserves it. She was a terrorist. But I won't delude myself that they'll bring her to court. No, the way this goes is she'll work for us and be given an honorary medal when all of our testing eventually gives her brain damage."

Lisette leaned closer to the screen. Her expression unreadable. Professor and his soldiers had found Fenrir. She haven't moved from her position. Still kneeling, dirty blonde hair matted with blood. They practically jumped at her. Seizing the shoulders, heaving her up, and kicking her in the legs to disturb her balance. Two men at the side, another sticking a gun on the back of her head. Professor Clayton kept his distance, the switch for the taser cuffs firmly in his pocket.

She glanced at John. The silence of the room grows opressive. He leaned to his microphone, eyes still intently looking at the screen. Fenrir let her feet dragged against the ground. Her head hung low, eyes half-lidded. Not looking at anything at particular. Quiet.

That period of trepidation passes. Fenrir doesn't fight, doesn't even squirm as they put the earmuffs and blindfold on her. She arrives, her knees buckling and fall on the floor. The strength had gone out of her.

First test passed with flying colors. The trigger serum worked. They didn't have to kept her half-dead to maintain her beast form. But the devil is in the details, how much does she have to lose? It was John's assignment to figure it out.

On first glance, Fenrir seemed to have crossed that line. John could smell death from her. Her entire body is covered in dried blood, yet she didn't seem bothered. She stared at the desk, gripping the towel they gave and picking at the threads.

"Fenrir."

"My name is Avis."

John kneeled in front of her, taking the towel. She was shivering, and her fingers were shaking in a way that suggest it was more than the cold. He wrapped the bloodied cloth around her shoulders.

"You're supposed to cover yourself like this," John brings the ends of the towel to her two hands. He hold her clasped arms, gently pulling it so the fabric would cover more of her body.

"I know that," Fenrir absently murmured.

Looking closer, it was a grisly sight. Blood runs from her gums. Pieces of the camera were stuck under her long nails. Dust and dirt were sticking under the coat of dried blood. The shock bracelet was still there.

"I was going to give you a few test before we took you to the infirmary again but maybe you need medical help and a shower first. How's that?"

She looked at him. The hateful stare was still there. "Do you think this is justified?"

"We needed to test your power. Your blood could save millions, only if we know what to do with it."

Fenrir burst into a laugh, "Making me ate two dogs alive could save people?!"

"Fenrir—"

"Don't call me that!" She stood, still taller from the transformation. Her eyes were burning from tears she's desperately holding back. Her stomach hurts. The smell of her body made her sick. Even more disgusting when it reminds her of what she'd done. "I'm not fucking stupid. I'm going to be a warbeast and the only thing I'll save is the Empire's stolen property!"

"Sit down. Please. Let's get you a bath and we'll talk this out, alright?"

Fenrir took a step back. John wished they bother to bring in her handcuffs, if only for his piece of mind. "How could you see me out there and think this is okay?"

"You're right. It's not okay."

It's justified. But John was at lost for words. He nodded, "I know you're in distress. I hear you. Let me help."

"Then leave!" Fenrir yelled. "Acknowledge for once that this entire operation is senseless violence!"

John throw his testing papers on to the desk. His voice grew cold, "You're a hypocrite. You burned houses, destroyed machines, terrorize my friend's families. How could you do all of that and think this is bad?"

"You didn't know, no, you refuse to see the destruction and terror they've caused. And when it became too big for you to ignore, you're going to pretend they've hid it from you all this time or you've got no choice but to follow their orders."

Fenrir reached for the papers, and for the next thing they both now was that her screamed reverbrate through the room. She was on the floor. Seizing. Her limbs jerked, hitting the nearby table. Blood runs from her ankles, and John looked at the door to find his mentor leaning against the frame with the remote.

"Get her a bath, John."

He nodded. She was too weak to fight him off. Little aftershocks plagued her body even as he helped her sit.

"Come on, we should go."

"No, wait." Fenrir hold the leg of the desk in a vice grip. She kept her mouth tightly shut, and there's a bit a green around the outlines of her face. She felt her cheeks burning. Saliva pooling in her mouth. John shook her shoulders. The movement was a straw that broke the camel's back.

She gagged, heaving out a gush of acid and pre-digested flesh. The chunks of meat triggered another bout of vomiting. Each wave of nausea more stronger than the last.

"It's alright," John said, rubbing her back, "Let it out. You'll feel better."

Soon enough, her stomach was empty. She was nodding off, her eyes glassy with tears. John the only thing keeping her from slumping down on her own sick.

"You're a monster," Fenrir muttered.

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“you were wrapped in red (when we met)”

{ in which jennie and jisoo meet for the first time on christmas eve and not everything is as it seems }

→ jensoo | santa!jennie | single mom!jisoo

jisoo's sense of time had always been a little bit off

like she never knows what day it is and constantly has to ask her co-workers, and nobody blinks an eye anymore when she forgets their birthday—they know it's nothing personal anyway since she even forgets hers sometimes

so she isn't really that surprised when she realises christmas is just around the corner and she had absolutely no idea, too busy working and taking care of her three year old daughter to actually notice the slowly but steadily increasing amount of shining decorations all around town

it only takes getting stuck in traffic on her way to the office and having to listen to a unhealthy amount of christmas songs the radio throws her way first thing on a monday morning before she realizes what time of the year it is

and of course she gets as excited as ever because, well, jisoo is that type of person

the one who used to stay up all night as a kid just so she could spy on santa claus and make sure he brought her what she had asked for (and also steal one or two of his cookies)

the one who would ignore her classmates' comments and would stubbornly keep on repeating that the chubby guy with the white beard is real even though nobody ever sees him or knows anything about him apart from the fact that he apparently enjoys going around every year to sneak into people's house, bring them gifts and eat their food

jisoo was and still is the type of person that could listen to the same christmas carol ten times on repeat and enjoy herself every single time, following the tune by shaking her head while pretending she's in charge of some big orchestra in her mind

she absolutely loved all the bright christmas lights and ornaments as a kid, and the same could be said for adult jisoo as well, so she's more than ecstatic to buy as many as possible and help her daughter decorate the christmas tree while she snaps some cute pictures she's going to stick on the fridge door later

that's how she ends up getting stuck in some shopping mall for hours, going through an unbelievably large amount of ornaments—big and small, covered in spangles and colorful glitter that gets stuck all over her palms—, getting gifts for her friends and family and of course buying two ridiculous rudolph the reindeer sweaters in different sizes just so she and her daughter can match

the two of them immediately get to work once they make it back to their apartment, creating a colorful mess all over their living room in just a few moments, but jisoo doesn't really mind

sure, this is going to be a hell to clean up later, but right now she's too busy watching her baby giggle as she's standing right next to their christmas tree (which isn't that big cause their apartment doesn't have that much space, but it's still way taller than her uwu), her rudolph sweater fitting her perfectly and making her look absolutely adorable

jisoo even helps her write a letter to santa claus because the little girl has only learnt how to write her name so far, and promises to send it to him

and then time goes by and before jisoo even realises it it's christmas eve and she would give absolutely anything to be home with her daughter, some of her mother's freshly baked cookies and a home alone movie playing on the tv, but here she is instead, stuck in the office until late at night because someone else didn't do their job right and she had to pay the price for it

she literally has the biggest pout ever when she gets back home, but she immediately forgets everything about how shitty her day was when she finds her mother and daughter waiting for her

and after eating, her mom goes to sleep, tired after having to look after the baby all day long, leaving the other two alone, and it doesn't take long before jisoo's eyes turn heavy and she craves her bed more than anything in her life

all she wants to do is sleep, but she has to take care of the little one first, who's also looking very sleepy, judging by how she can't keep her eyes open for more than just a couple of seconds at a time

and once the baby looks comfortable and warm enough, jisoo returns to the living room to turn off the tv and head to bed after what felt like the longest day of her life, but she somehow falls asleep on the couch with the tv still on

that's how she wakes up a few hours later, extremely disoriented and confused because what the hell is that sound? it's definitely not the baby and all the tv screen has to offer now is static, so she has absolutely no idea what is going on until she turns her head to where the christmas tree is

and at first jisoo can't really see anything because it's too dark and her eyes are still adjusting to the world around her, but then she spots the source of the sound aka a figure in the darkness, lean looking and just as tall as her, so she guesses it belongs to a girl

which means it can't possibly be that hard to take her down or at least try because there is absolutely no way jisoo is letting anyone steal from her, not when her mother and daughter are sleeping upstairs and definitely not on christmas eve

and she's this close to kicking the girl on the back and making her fall on the tree face first, but just then the stranger turns around, eyes going wide with surprise as they're locking with jisoo's in the darkness of the room

and jisoo decides to take advance of the thief's stunned moment because she knows this is her chance, so she quickly grabs the first thing her hands land on—her daughter's feeding bottle oh my god— and is ready to throw it on the girl's face

except she doesn't go through with her plan because the stranger starts talking really fast and loud and she looks like she's on the verge of bursting into tears

which means more noise, which means more changes of the baby waking up and starting crying like there's no tomorrow, which means no sleep for jisoo, so she quickly leans in and covers the thief's mouth with the back of her palm until she looks calm again

and now that jisoo's eyes have adjusted to the darkness and the stranger isn't looking that terrified anymore, the girl notices how pretty the other is, all sharp yet delicate features, and she also pays attention to her outfit aka a short fur dress in a vibrant red color with hints of white at the top and bottom

she even has a matching hat on and jisoo can't help a “for a thief, you're fashionable and have a sense of humor at least”

and the girl is looking at her like ???????? because thief? hell no

“no, i, huh—well, i'm actually santa claus' daughter”

and jisoo can't help but burst into laughter because of course she had to be the one getting robbed tonight and by an absolute awful thief at that

and no matter how many times the stranger repeats things like “i'm not a thief, that's what the yule lads* do, they're awful”, “my dad is retiring and i have to take over”, “could you please not call the police? my reindeers are waiting on the roof and rudolph is getting more impatient the older he gets”, “my father is going to be so damn angry if he finds out, he'll probably make me train the new elves and let me tell you, no one wants to do that, they're so freaking loud” jisoo still laughs with her palm over her lips to make sure she makes as little noise as possible

until she suddenly stops because the stranger opens her red bag and a piece of paper jumps out, floats in the air right in front of her face and grows longer, until the end reaches the ground

and jisoo just stares at the other girl because what the hell just happened??? is this some type of secret thief technology or is jisoo finally losing her mind?

and the girl just stares back at her as she grabs the floating paper like it's the most normal thing ever and shows her the list of names with either the word naughty or nice written right next to them

and then jisoo just stands there because floating lists with children names, her daughter's included, and waiting reindeers on her roof and some strange yet pretty girl in her living room talking about santa being her father is too much

and she doesn't know how it happens, but she's suddenly back on the couch and the girl is feeding her the cookies her daughter insisted on leaving out for santa while rubbing her back to calm her down

and then out of the blue she starts talking about how cute baby reindeers are and how she used to take care of them and make sure they grew up healthy and strong before she had to leave other people in charge in order to get ready for talking over her father's position because he's growing too old to be traveling around the world

and just by looking at her jisoo can tell she isn't very fond of what she's doing and she would rather go back to the way things were before

and maybe she's too tired to be rational, or she's simply going crazy,,,, like a girl dressed in red fur sitting on her couch is claiming she's the daughter of some imaginary guy and jisoo actually believes her, how crazier could it possibly get?

but jisoo starts talking about how her life was before the baby and how changes aren't always bad, just different, and it takes time to get used to them

and the girl keeps her eyes on her all the time, making jisoo blush because damn she's so pretty and she really hopes the darkness of the room can hide how red her cheeks have gotten

and jisoo doesn't know for how long they've been talking, but suddenly the girl gets up, looking all panicked and mumbling things like “i'm so late”, “dad is going be so mad”

and the girl gets ready to climb up the chimney—“don't look at me like that, it's easier than it looks, magic does wonders”

but before she leaves jisoo asks for her name and is pretty disappointed when she finds out jennie doesn't have a phone number—“well, um, using reindeers and stardust is easier and cheaper, you know?”

she still gives jennie her number anyway because come on, who would let a girl like that walk away so easily?

and maybe it's silly but after that night she keeps checking her phone for any messages or calls, partly to make sure that what she experienced actually happened, but most importantly because she simply wants to talk to jennie again

which much to jisoo's disappointment doesn't actually happen until after a whole year

jisoo thinks it's silly, and maybe she did imagine the whole thing after all (maybe the whole thing was just a scenario her mind made up just so she could have an excuse to eat all the cookies her daughter left for santa), but she still stays up all night and waits

she waits for so long she's almost ready to lean back on the couch and let her eyes close, but that's when he hears a strange noise coming from the chimney, like someone is making their way down

and her heart starts beating fast because she isn't crazy thank god, but most importantly because jennie is here

jennie, who she almost attacked last year because she got into her house without permission, but now look at her, staying up late to see her

jennie, who has a sweet smile and cares about reindeers and ended up being late just to make sure jisoo was feeling okay

jennie, who comes out of the chimney opening with her red bag on her shoulder and the same big smile like last year

jisoo watches her as she goes to stand next to the tree, leaving her daughter's gift right next to the cookies she left for santa

and when they're finally facing each other jennie grabs something from her bag—“stardust. you can write your messages for me on a paper, any paper, and i will get them. well, you know, if you actually want to send me something. no pressure.”

and then jennie leaves, climbing up the chimney like the year before

and once jisoo makes sure the sleigh isn't on her roof anymore she sits on her office, opens her notebook and uses a little bit of stardust to write will you go on a date with me?

and a few hours later a big shining yes is waiting for her right under her question

♡ bonus ♡

jisoo and the baby moving in with jennie and her parents after dating for a couple of months

jennie convincing her father to make snow fall down in the shape of little hearts just so it can be extra romantic when she proposes to her girlfriend

them getting married in matching white fur dresses and hats and looking cute as hell

jensoo and their daughter taking care of baby reindeers and taking cute pics to hang on the wall

jennie cheating during snowfights by making snowballs float and chase after jisoo

jensoo traveling around the world together every year to make sure all the nice children get their presents

jisoo taking care of the elves and even teaching some cool tricks to the younger ones, making them all swoon over her

jennie getting sick because she played out in the snow with the baby for too long and jisoo scolding her but still taking care of her

jisoo teaching jennie how to use a phone and jennie getting introduced to memes

did you know? santa claus' favorite swimming spot is the north pool xD

...

i'm telling your dad

NO!!!1!1

jensoo cuddling and being happy and in love and drinking hot chocolate while it's snowing outside uwu

*yule lads: mischievous pranksters who sometimes steal and harass people. their role has become more benevolent in recent years, though.

— note —

hi! this is the first time i'm doing something like this, i hope it doesn't suck that much. i just saw jensoo's recent pic and simply couldn't resist, they're so cute. any feedback would be very appreciated! ofc u can send me ur requests if u have any, either for an idol or idolxidol,,,

merry christmas, guys ♡

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