#handler!noot

[scientificshears]

@sumofzero

She normally spends her lunches with Souji and Yosuke--pretending like things are casual. Pretending like things were normal. Things weren’t normal. They’d never be normal again. 

Today she had to get away from that. She had to think. Was her life really worth all of this? She really didn’t know anymore...to think that such a being existed inside someone who seemed completely normal most of the time...she was still getting used to that idea, even though she had seen proof.

She entered the school library, fully intending on hiding in the corner where no one could find her. But when she got to said corner, familiar silver hair greeted her. Could she not get away?

[msm-tsotmw]

4/7/20XX

O-kay, we’ve made it to… the glass thing, whatever the fuck it’s called.

fire oasis

I mean, Fire Oasis. Thanks for correcting me, Mammott. We may have chipped a piece of glass or at least 10 while climbing up, but at least we’re here now.

Oh , And The Residents Were Very Nice !! A Kayna Offered Us A Big Salad , And Mammott Introduced Us To Their Older Cousin . We Had A Welcoming Party , And He Was Very Polite !! The Majority Of Them Were , Actually , With The Exception Of Cherubble Who Was Sleeping Through The Entire Thing And A Boskus Who Kept Challenging Furcorn To Thumb Wrestling Matches .

Which was… not very fair. For obvious reasons. And if any of you are asking “Wait, how do they type???”, it’s the leafstalk.

Anyway , We Are Going To Let The Oasis Residents Sign This ! :D Also , Hi Tweedle !!

also for the oasis residents please sign with your species names bcs it won’t let us type our real names

hello! -tweedle <33

Hey hey hey! -Mammott’s Older Cousin Whose Name May Or May Not Be Disclosed Until The Trio Finds Out How To Type Their Names

Hi there ! -Kayna

sup -TJ

Hi!! Anyways my sibling sucks ass and I’m wayy prettier than them 😘😘 -Purple Quibble (won’t let me type my real name smh my head)

don’t fucking listen to my sibling I am way cooler and smarter by far -green quibbz

Shut the fuck up green -Purple Quibble

Heya-hey!typing this while the quibble heads argue ahahah -Glowl

sup? anyways, book me for a party if you want a singer ;) -Phangler

Gsyhvshgjcahjfgfjagfaxfjxatdjacgjcajyfcyjahacfch vugvugavugavuyavguppoqpo -Bossvhysghksg (Boskus)

got pizza -maw

Noot Noot ! -Pango

ello! -whaddle.

Rum Diddly Dum Dum -Wynq ;)

Hello , You ! -Congle : )

MPG (friend of the monster handlers) please come back I’d do anything :( -Woolabee (MPG left me for Cherubble)

Oh look a dandelion!Must be the last one this season -Sneyser!

cab o sle3p now -cherubbbbbbbbbjsbjhsbjsjbjsh

Please Do Not Go Back In Time To Replace Me With Pizza! -Gobbleygourd 🦃

Anyways , That Is All The Signatures !

We might be leaving soon, though, so we have to pack our bags. And that means MAMMOTT has to pick up all of my pencils, which HE DROPPED.

dear galvana fury-corn calm down

THOSE WERE THE PENCILS I WAS GOING TO USE TO SKETCH HOW THE OASIS LOOKED LIKE *AND* TAKE NOTES ABOUT IT. AMD DO NOT FUCKING CALL ME FURY-CORN.

alr jeez

Hey , Watch Your Language , Furcorn ! Anyways , We Better Get Going . See Ya !

anyways guess all the references I hid in the signatures 😼

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

[paintedkinzy-88]

Have some more colored mers cuz why not.

(Totally forgot to make Dream sparkly fjskdbjs just want that to be known anyway _(」∠ ､ﾝ､)_)

And god dammit I’m slowly getting attached to giving them whole ass stories so have that as well:

So, I mentioned in the previous posts of the twins that they’re lyretail swordtails, and they were the first in the tank with a bunch of other fish. These were my “villagers” essentially, with the same bias for Dream. Swordtails are known for getting their tails nipped at, hence NM’s torn up look.

He obviously can’t hide that very well, so Dream does his best to help and stop the others, but it doesn’t work. I’m thinking, maybe, the “corruption” is more a stress and/or negativity related disease for swordtail mers? Or something of the sort. So NM, stressed, depressed, and probably hurting, despite Dream’s support, gets this goopy disease-type-thing and kills off the other fish in the tank. Dream and him are then separated so as to keep Dream from getting the same issue from Noot (it’s probably not actually contagious but on the safe side of things)

The bois be kept in isolation for who knows how long before they’re put back together, with some nicer, lil tougher skelemers. 👀 NM’s still a little salty and especially bad at socializing, but they’re not like. Enemies here. Just have a very emotionally strained relationship.

I honestly didn’t expect this freshwater mer idea to be anything all that thought out. Obviously, with the vague references to tanks and, kind of, handlers, I don’t really want to think all too hard about it. But I like their relationships together so that’s what I’m going with. XD

[ladieslovingladiesandfics]

I Burn (All Those I Touch)

Anon asked: Can you write a story about Shield rescuing reader from being used any longer as a Hydra weapon because their telekinetic ability and fighting skills. Hydra has had reader since they were a toddler and don't even use her real name just a number. Now that they're free they escape Shield and start hunting/killing all Hydra in a form of revenge am while running from Shield. ( I couldn't fit it all in 500 so (1/2)

The team has to stop her as she’s becoming dangerous and more unstable, then during a blur of bloodlust and insanity from reader Jemma stops them with words and just a hug because they had grown to like each other deeply while reader was in containment (This the rest I couldn’t fit hehe (2/2) HEY AND I HOPE YOU’RE HAVING AN AWESOME DAY NOOT NOOT, I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH

Awww babes thanks! I’m sorry this took so damn long to write! I hope ya like it!

Like I said, I’m gonna change the powers and other things because:

A.) I’m listening to RWBY soundtracks and I had ideas

B.) I read some faerytales, playing some games, and had....ideas....lots of ideas.....

C.) Make it sound less like Stockholm Syndrome and give Reader and Jemmy more moments of sweet stuff ya know?

Warning: Blood, angst, gay shit, Jemmy being Jemmy, death, gore, etc. This is horrible I’m so sorry.

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There was no such thing as a happy ever after for you.

You who had been with HYDRA since you were young, you who was cursed, you who could control the fire like it was art, you who was raised to be a weapon, and you…who was a monster.

But this was fine.

This was fine.

Because Jemma was not here; and she cannot see you and your ugliness.

“Welcome to the team, Y/N.” Coulson smiles, a badge in his hand, outstretched to you.

You blink, staring down at the palm and the badge, shyly taking the piece of metal, shaking his hand as well. You smile a tiny but fond smile. “It’s good to be here, Coulson.”

“See, Y/N, I told you he’d agree to have you on our team!” Jemma brings you into an embrace, the widest smile upon your lips. “I knew you weren’t a bad person, no matter what HYDRA has done to you.”

Your lips tug into an even wider smile, while Daisy and Fitz share a knowing look between them. She was so small, so tiny, a kind girl, she didn’t deserve to be here…or near you. “Thanks Simmons.”

Her smiles becomes brighter, and her hands finds yours, holding them tightly in hers. “As your handler, I promise that we will find a cure for your curse. I promise.”

Oh…oh how wish you it could be true.

The crimson copper dots your fangs, the taste oh so thrilling, you lick your lips, sitting against a wall in a lone alley, eyes closed as you think.

HYDRA deserved to die. They did so many horrible things to you, to your family…

To Jemm- Simmons. Miss Simmons.

You couldn’t forgive them. Not now. Not ever.

“Good morning, Y/N.”

You perk up to the sound of the familiar biochemist, a tray in her hands and a kind smile upon her lips. “I brought you breakfast .” A simple but hearty one, with your favorite warm beverage in a steaming mug.

You groan, sitting up in your bed, rubbing your sore head. Ow. “How long was I out?”

“Only a few hours, you were exhausted during the night. Snoring up a storm, Y/N.” she places the tray on the side table, pulling up a chair to sit by you. “How are you feeling? You seem sore.” She hands you the mug first, and you sip it, letting out a sigh of happiness and relief. “May didn’t rough you up too much did she?”

You blink, staring up at Jemma with doe eyes and shake your head. “Nope. I just hope she’s alright…my…my powers didn’t hurt her, did they?” because you were worried you burnt her.

“What? No! May is just fine.” Jemma answers with a kind smile. “Her burns are healing and they were only minor, she’s up and tossing around with new agents as we speak. We can go visit her if you like.” Oh sweet and oh so kind, you didn’t deserve her. You can’t be here, because you were a monster. A tool. A weapon.

You needed to leave.

But with every smile she gives you, every laugh you two share, every ounce of her heart that she gives you…it becomes harder and harder to leave.

“We’ll find her, Simmons.” Daisy places a hand on Jemma’s shoulder, squeezing it. “We’ll find her, we’ll bring her home.”

The doctor wipes the tears from her eyes, turning to her best friend. “It’s my fault.” She weeps. “If…if I was strong I could have prevented this.” And seeing the bodies, charred and eaten alive…it sickened her. What drove Y/N to do this? How could she have let this happen?! She was your handler! The person who was going to help you find a cure for your affliction, and yet she let this happened!

It all fell upon her.

She should have been more careful.

She should have protected you more.

“Y/N?” Jemma heard muffled screams from your room, rushing over as fast as her legs could carry her, ICER in hand. “Y/N!” she calls out for you again. Without hesitation she opens the door, seeing you clutch your chest in agony, tossing and turning on the bed.

It hurts.

It was like the fires were burning you, your heart, and it may give out.

“Y/N! Y/N! Talk to me!” the pistol falls, and her hands are on your shoulders, trying to stop you from shaking and screaming. “Y/N! I’m right here! Tell me what is wr-“ the tattoo on your bare chest, right over your heart. No! Jemma! This was not the time to be distracted!

A rose, but covered with thorns. Strange, that wasn’t always there. What’s worse….it was glowing.

“Y/N! Stop! I’m right here! I’m here to help you!” Jemma takes your body into an embrace, holding you close against her chest. “I’m here, I’m here, it’s me, Jem-“ she screams the minute her back hits the wall, cold and hot at the same time. She stares up to you, your eyes which told untold agony, and sees your hand against the tattoo, hiding it from her. “Y/N?”

“I’m sorry, Jemma. I’m so sorry.” You press your lips to hers, fleeting and passionate. You grab your shirt and jacket, and leave.

Jemma slides down the wall, the scent of charred paper and wood tickling her nostrils. She touches her lips in horror, eyes wide. What just happened?

“Y/N!”

No!

Jemma stands in front of you, between you and the exit, ICER in hand, and tears in her eyes. Anger. Relief. All in between. She was glad to see you. A smile upon her tear stained face, she steps closer, and you step back. “I’ve missed you.”

NO!

“Jemma you need to leave!” your hand shoots up to your chest, it burns. The thorns dig into your heart, heating up and searing your body with pain. Flames lick at your skin, and you growl, unearthly, beastly. “Jemma, get out of here!”

“No! I’m not leaving you!” Two steps closer, five steps backwards. “You disappeared on us twice already, just…just please,” her voice was cracking. “Please, come back home.”

You shake your head, and your chest burns. “I can’t…I’m sorry.” And you run, jump, hiding yourself once more.

Jemma cries.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!”

Her screams, Jemma’s screams, they cause your heart to scald and scorch even harder than before. You watch her blood drip down on to the floor, the HYDRA agent (your former handler, what the fuck was his name?) with a knife in hand, smirking. He was having the time of his life torturing her. The woman you cared for. Your current handler.

“I swear to you now I will kill you! I will fucking kill you, you crazy asshole!” you struggle against your binds, as the man laughs, digging a knife deeper into Jemma’s skin. Screams ring in your ears and you growl. “STOP!”

Chains crack, a section of the wall rips apart and you leap upon the man like an animal. Your fangs dig into his neck, blood surging out of the wound and you tear off his skin like it was wrapping paper on a present. No one, hurts Jemma.

No one.

“Y/N?” Frightened, tired, scared. You heard all of those emotions from her.

You glance up at her, tears in her eyes, fear accenting them. You spit out the piece of flesh and with the gentlest of hands, you rip Jemma’s cuffs apart. “Good bye.” And run.

“Jemma get down!” A beast was sent flying into the wall, crashing through cement as Elena runs by, grabbing the scientist and bringing her to safety.

Half eaten corpses lay on the ground, all from the beast itself.

It was big, bigger than all of the women combined. It stood tall like a man, but switched to a four-gaited dash. Eyes blood red, a lioness but with flames licking her maw and jaw and claws. A monster.

“What did it do to Y/N?” whispers Daisy, gearing up for another vibrational blast.

“I don’t know, but we need to get out of here, it’s not safe.” The Colombian says, protecting the biochemist with her own body.

A glint of silver, a pair of wide brown eyes, and Jemma chokes out with a sob, “Y/N?”

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” Jemma holds out a present to you, which you stare down at, like it was a bomb or something. “What? You don’t like it? How can you tell without opening it?”

“…Is this for me?” You point at yourself in confusion, cocking your head to the side. “No it’s for Daisy.” Sarcastically remarks the woman. “Of course it’s for you, I mean I’m giving it to you and it has your name on it.” Sure enough, the tag had your name on it.

To: Y/N

From: Jemma

You cautiously take the present from her, gingerly untying the ribbon and stare down at the small black box. Opening it you see a necklace, a small and simple silver chain with a locket on it. You open it and gasp, tears filling your eyes.

Your parents. The parents that were killed by the witch who cursed you at birth. The parents you never got to see again.

There were here, and that was their photo.

“Where? How? When?!” you hug the scientist before she gets a word out, and she laughs, hugging her back.

“I had Daisy help me find your family. We got a photo and I bought the necklace.” She answers, holding you tighter against her. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Thank you, Jemma. Thank you so much.” You cry into her shoulder, staining the fabric.

“Anything for you, Y/N. Anything for you.” She lets you go, smiling. “Now come on! We have a party to attend!”

“How the hell do you know it’s Y/N?” demands Elena. “It’s a giant lion thing on fire and it’s eating

people!”

“The necklace, I gave it to her.” Answers the scientist, hanging her ICER over to the speedy Inhuman, walking forward with bare hands. The Inhumans prepare themselves to get her out of there.

“Y/N. It’s you isn’t it?” she asks, holding out her hands to you. The closer she comes, the hotter it grows, and she feels sweat beading down her forehead. It was hot to touch the air, her skin was boiling. It was beyond painful.

But she would travel through hell just for you.

The beast growls, flame-covered tail flickering with anger. Gentle hands touch the cheeks of the now paralyzed beast, like it knew her. It hurts. The skin burns her, and Jemma? She only smiles through the pain. “Let’s go home, Y/N. I’m not afraid of you.” Her clothes become singed as she embraces you, tears evaporating the minute they appear. “I love you, Y/N. I accept you, and I will always be beside you.”

The heat dies, and a woman stands there, eyes wide and tears falling, mouth stained with blood…but there she was.

Y/N.

Jemma smiles, kissing your cheeks. “I’d kiss you on your lips but you have blood in them.”

You only laugh and cry at the same time, shaking your head. “I’ll brush my teeth extra this time…I promise.” You hug back, burying your face into her shoulder.

“Let’s go home, Y/N.”

“Okay…Jemma.”

[scientificshears]

@unit042 offered to “help” with homework

“I am quite capable of completing my own homework, Senpai.” Naoto says, not looking at “Yosuke”. She’s not one to cheat, even if she has many other responsibilities outside of school. Her work with the police department, her job as a handler for Subject 000, it was all quite overwhelming. Simple things like homework brought her calm, even just for a while, as all of this seemed so surreal.

“And I told you--you don’t have to call me Shirogane-san. You can call me Naoto. We are...friends...aren’t we?”

[scientificshears]

From Unit 042: “I fucked up! I-I told Yu what he was, and he’s in the TV World, and he’s not Yu in anymore! I don’t know how to fix this!”

Naoto had been trained for this day. The day that the Sleeper would no longer be able to be contained through medical intervention. She never thought that it would come so soon, nor that Yosuke of all people would be the one to bring it about. He was the robot here, not her. Certainly he should have known better than to tell Yu about his true nature. But...lately, Yosuke had been behaving more and more human like. It was almost as if he actually had feelings for Yu, despite what the silver haired boy’s frail body was holding inside.

But now is not the time to judge, nor scold, nor leave Yosuke to his own devices. No, she has to be there for him as his coworker and friend. They’ll figure something out, surely.

“First; calm down.” Naoto says. “Second; I want you to explain everything that happened from the beginning. We’ll fix this, but I need as much information as you can give me, okay?”