ATTENTION ALL SONGWRITERS AND MUSICIANS!

F/O Take-Over Ask-Game ~ Rainbow Theme

(A rainbow themed ask-game was the first ask-game I ever made! So, I thought it’d be fun to revisit the idea!)

💋 [KISS] ~ What’s your favorite love language to practice towards S/I? What about your favorite to receive?

🎈 [BALLOON] ~ Do you ever like to surprise S/I?

💄 [LIPSTICK] ~ What’s your favorite outfit of S/I’s that they’ve worn?

🍑 [PEACH] ~ If you had to describe S/I with a flavor, which would you pick?

🧶 [YARN] ~ What’s your favorite activity to do with S/I?

🍯 [HONEY] ~ What’s your favorite nickname/petname to give S/I? How about your favorite nickname/petname that they call you?

🌕 [FULL MOON] ~ What aspect of S/I stands out to you the most?

🧈 [BUTTER] ~ Do you ever tease/flirt with S/I? If so, how do ya do it, and how well does it usually work?

✨ [STARS] ~ What does your nighttime routine with S/I look like?

🦠 [VIRUS] ~ How do you care for S/I when they’re sick?

📗 [BOOK] ~ What’s your favorite random fun-fact that you know about S/I?

🫂 [HUG] ~ How do you hug S/I, if you’re the type to give hugs at all?

🪼 [JELLYFISH] ~ If you had to pick an animal that represented S/I, which one would you pick?

🦄 [UNICORN] ~ What is something that you still wonder about when it comes to S/I?

The best you’ll ever get to a reginess kiss

I just think I got some Deja vu….

Like…of when I stole @stellar-collective ‘s Reginald and just….made him tiny

Remember that? *casually sobs*

Tiny

IEYTD Lore #1 Pheoness’s Beginnings

(I totally forgot to give info on how Pheoness acted when she started working with Reginald and Pheonix so here you go!)

Pheoness hears the door of her office creak open just enough to slip an earpiece in her office before it is closed again. Great. Another new Handler. Her track record of Handlers is…not great to say the least. She wouldn’t be surprised if they ditched her for another agent, just like the others. The sound of her phone ringing interrupted her thought process. She picks it up, hearing the familiar voice on the other end, it was Pheonix. She remembers him during spy training. He was so young, so innocent to what he’ll be experiencing here. “Hey Pheoness! You got the earpiece too?” The two were put in an Agent duo, two agents that would work closely together on similar missions and even do them together at times. She doesn’t want to watch the poor thing get slowly withered by the duties they have to fulfill here, but the higher ups gave her no choice. It also means they will have the same Handler. “Yea, Pheonix I got it.” She responded unenthusiastically, getting the earpiece and putting it in her ear, a man who sounded like he was in his 50s came from the earpiece “Greetings Agents, I will be your handler, I will guide you if needed.” Pheonix nodded a cheerful “okay” while Pheoness rolled her eyes “And lemme guess, you just sit on your butt all day while we’re out here risking our lives?” There it was. She just HAD to make another snarky comment. She couldn’t help it though, it was in her nature to shut people out, and she couldn’t even say sorry due to her stubbornness. There seemed to be silence from both The Handler and Pheonix for a little while before Handler spoke up “Well, looks like someone has an attitude.” He replied with a slightly exhausted tone “I’m so sorry, sir. She doesn’t mean it!” Pheonix said in a panic “Oh, it’s really alright..I have heard your reports Mrs Pheoness. I saw you were a wild card so I took the job.” “Yea, that’s what they all say until they reach their snapping point.” She scoffed “Can you at least keep your comments to yourself for 5 minutes so I can explain your first mission?” She thought about it for a second before sighing “Fine, say what you need to say, Handler.”

And that’s how Operation Friendly Skies began:)

*The two dash out*

Pheoness *clutching her head*: Pheonix….

Pheonix: Phee, Phee, what’s wrong?!

The flood of agents eventually die down, but only because it's migrating over to another base. One you thought was a secret, the underground base treated as if it was a bunker. The agents wreak havoc, digging through defenses like moles, adrenaline and determination fueling several alternate dimension Agent Phoenix's, along with a few other agents you are familiar with, and some you aren't. The fight is even bigger this time, a dust cloud appearing on the surface as agents scrap with all their teeth swords, lighters, some wielding grenades, others waving guns around like party streamers ready for bloodshed. The operatives are well trained, but there's at least a dozen adrenaline fueled agents swarming the place. And considering it usually only takes one to destroy whole factories and schemes, they do some serious damage.

Amongst the chaos, two agents slip through the entrance, blending into the shadows, barely a blip on the radar. They sneak through the levels of the base, and eventually manage to hack into the holding cells. No attempt to divert attention to the moles inside base work, as most operatives have had their earpieces smashed to bits in the fight. And not too many minutes later, an override appears on the computer, and a swarm starts to pour out from the bottom layer of the base, slowly rising upwards as the battle above ground raged on.

[Another instance of Roz’s voice rings across the intercom.]

“Ah, Agents, how unexpected! And by unexpected, I mean COMPLETELY EXPECTED! You may not be susceptible to moles, but did you prepare for… ACTUAL MOLES?!”

[Roz laughs maniacally, and the ground beneath the agents’ feet rumbles as giant mind-controlled battle-moles tear up the ground and begin their attack, making any attempt at fighting back difficult.]

”Well, sure. Why not?”

She pushes extroverted Pheonix in front of her who was vibrating with happiness

“13-12 has people, Firebird. Go talk to em.”

“OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY!”

I Expect You To Party

A party set to celebrate both Christmas and the New Year across dimensions / universes.

(Feel free to add what each of your Phoenixes / EOD Agents will do.)

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A Christmas and New Year party set in a different dimension or universe is definitely a novel experience for Agent Phoenix, or in this case Agent 13-12. With the influx of multiple Agent Phoenixes, they decided to use a different code to distinguish themself from... well, every other Agent Phoenix.

They held out their hand, telekinesis activating as they plopped down the mango float, a dessert made of graham, whipped cream, and mangos.

"Too bad you're caught up on some things, Handler Sir~" They chuckled, touching their earpiece as their handler decided to protest, something about them giving him paperwork to do.

It only served to make them laugh.

In the background, a younger agent with blue hair was yelling at a different agent to get down from the Christmas tree.

"Wraith, I swear! Get down from there!" Agent Typhoon huffed. His handler, Elira (more affectionately called Ellie), just watches in the distance. She is beside another handler named Blue, discussing their kids agents' missions.

Blue's agent, Shadow, is sneaking off to form her own plan, a grin plastered on her face as she approaches Typhoon.

Another Phoenix, affectionately called Wyvern, approaches 13-12 as the latter was busy placing the food down.

Neither of them acknowledge the implicit food theft due to another Phoenix, Bluenix or Nix for short, taking control of the music and drawing their attention.

"You're doing that to spite them, aren't you?" A different agent, codename Smitten, with blonde hair and green eyes sat close to a different Phoenix who goes by "Sage" eating in the corner. He sighed upon seeing the spoon and fork floating at the distance.

Just arriving at the place was Agent 043, another Phoenix who immediately saw their baby siblings and went to them immediately.

Some other Agent Phoenixes have been invited and the party is about to start.

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Tagging by order of appearance:

Agent Wraith (@agentwraith) , Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95), Agent Shadow (@agent--shadow), Agent Wyvern (@phoenix-and-found-family), Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster), "Sage" (@definitelyunhingedagentphoenix), Agent 043 (@the-one-and-only-043)

Agent 13-12, Agent Typhoon, Handler Ellie, and Agent Smitten belongs to me.

Other people who got invited but not sure what they'll do yet. (No pressure to join in. But feel free to invite other people!)

@stellar-collective, @tillywunderwing, @agentpheoness, @dandorime, @agent-phoenixxx

Art

Sorry for the art shortages. Things have been very busy, but I got the time to make this. Hopefully I’ll be able to finish my ieytd fanfic lore thingy:)

Pheoness liked her own handler

She knows the feeling

From one blue colored Phoenix to the other

Bluenix's B-Side: I Won't Say It

Here you go, guys! The phone call >:3 @blueorchid-95 @agent--shadow @agentwraith @eod-agent-13-12

Bluenix stares at the door like it personally wronged him.

Sure as shit, there was a heart decal on the door. Bluenix felt his cheeks warm; why were the others so insistant it was a crush? It's affection and admiration- nothing more. It can't be a crush.

Crushes get people killed.

Nonetheless, he steels himself and enters the room. The black company phone sits there, and it somehow feels like it stares at him. He stares back. It's like that for a good 15 seconds. He breathes. It shouldn't be this hard to call a friend... He dials the familiar number and waits.

A kind, familiar voice answers.

"Phoenix? Phoenix! Oh it's so good you called- where ARE you? You up and left without so much as a note and Reginald's been losing his bloody mind! I've been losing my bloody mind! Are you hurt? I can-"

Woah, woah, Ollie-pop! Slow down a sec.

He chuckles a little.

It was an emergency. Still is. But I'm ok; no scratches or wounds except to maybe my pride.

"An emergency? Phoenix, what's going on?"

Multiversal conundrum: Zoraxis managed to trap a bunch of Agency personelle, and I was recruited to help get them back.

"The multiverse again?"

Yeah. Again. But, uh, I called for a different reason than to just explain.

He shuffles, his firey feathers puffing out unconsciously as he lets out a heavy sigh.

Mechanique is here... She targeted me and I just... Needed to hear your voice. I was doing well on my own for a good bit but well-

He smiles

I missed you.

Ollie worries, but he chuckles into the phone. Bluenix pretends his heart doesn't speed up.

"Well, I missed you too. Medical's been awfully quiet without you around, you know."

Hey! I'm not THAT clumsy!

"I can hear a little nasal in your voice. You ran into a wall, earlier didn't you."

... I plead the fifth.

The two laugh. Conversation flows between the two for a while. Eventually, though, Ollie is needed back in Medical, and the two say reluctant goodbyes.

I'll see you soon, ok, Ollie-pop?

Ollie giggles.

"Of course, Feather. I'll hold you to it."

Ollie hangs up as Bluenix processes everything he just heard; the soft way Ollie called him 'Feather' replaying in his head over and over as he sinks to sit on the ground. He holds his head in his hands as he groans in partial frustration.

He had a crush.

He was so screwed.

Mierda.

”Yep. You’re a new one. Haven’t seen you before.”

She leans on the desk, popping a drink of champagne straight from the bottle before tossing it to Pheonix who caught it and took a sip

“We’ve met a lot of other Phoenix’s.” Pheonix states

(this is @phoenix-and-found-family btw you have anon asks turned off (no judgement here))

[Well, this was just peachy. They had plans tonight, too. It wasn't their first interrogation, not by a long shot, but they wanted out of here.]

"Hey, dude?" [They said, interrupting the person currently trying to "Good Cop" them.] "I'll tell you the whole truth if you get someone else to do this."

"...I'd like to see your version of Agent Phoenix."

”W…..which one..?”

The agent states, a little confused

Pheoness just reading the Agency Handbook

I’m so glad this is just a random doodle and won’t affect the lore in a negative way! Hehehe… so glad.