I Expect You To Die - Blog Posts

Happy ace week to my favorite, traumatized queen 🖤🩶🤍💜

I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!

(Not that way, I’ll just find a way for him to mitosis)

I don’t care which character gets him pregnant hell have an oc do it but someone please get him pregnant

*Pheonix and Pheoness are just there been though their from a different dimension they are ALSO covered in blood*

Pheonix and Pheoness are just there been though their from a different dimension they are ALSO covered in blood Pheoness: *wiping blood of her lips* We can hear someone talking smack from different dimensions. Pheonix: *grinning like a maniac* Hehehe…violence is not the answer, it’s the question. The answer is HECK YEA!

Reginald: Why are you covered in blood?!?

Agent Phoenix: Someone was talking shit about you.

Reginald: ...So you-

Agent Phoenix: I fist fought them in a Wendy's parking lot.

Reginald: *looking at Prism and John, who are also covered in blood* ...and you...

Prism: We helped.

John: We regret nothing.

Omg I saw this and it made me think of Pheoness being trained at the EOD when she was very young🥺🥺🥺

"...Get up."

"I... can't..."

"Do you think that enemies will accept that?!? Do you think they'll let you go because you can't fight any longer?!?!"

"Papa, I..."

"Give me one good reason I should let you take a break right now."

"..."

"...You're pathetic."

"..."

"Five minutes. Then I expect you to be ready to learn again."

"Don't forget what you are."

"..."

"...I'm pathetic."

*years later*

"Phoenix! Are you okay? That was a ridiculous number of people to take on at once!"

"...Did any survive?"

"...Yes... One, I think."

"...Oh."

"You're lucky I managed to get you to a hospital in time. None of us expected you to die, of course, but you could have definitely sustained lasting damage."

"...Why would you do that for me? I didn't deserve it."

"What are you talking about?"

"I didn't deserve it. One of them escaped. I didn't deserve help because I couldn't finish the mission."

"That is very much not true, agent-"

"I know I'm pathetic, Reginald. You can just tell me."

"..."

"Who on earth told you that?"

YESSSSSSS

SUFFER WITH US!

John Juniper IEYTD, please.

He deserves it.

Ermmmmm…

I started a side account @an-ieytd-selfshipper

Yea the username says it all

I’m a freak😈

WHO WANTS TO START AN IEYTD ROLEPLAY I WANT MY TWO BABIES TO GET INTO SOME SHENANIGANS!

Small little art dump:)

I was gonna put these in my inktober but I’m soooooooooo be (like 12 days behind) so here’s a lil art dump (NONE OF THESE ARE CANON….yet;)

Very red:)

Pet names they would call you

(Some of them have a little, some of them I don’t know at all. Please give suggestions if you have any and I will update this:)

💛Reginald💛: He can canonically speak Spanish and Russian so he’s probably call you things like “My love” or “my little troublemaker” in both Spanish and Russian

🩵Roxana🩵: Her little “computer virus” or “glitch bug.” (The computer virus one was from a previous ieytd post but I can’t find it. Help)

💚John Juniper💚: His idiot and the biggest nuisance he’s ever had to deal with. What else did you expect? (He still cares tho;)

💜Fabby💜: Her muse, the most beautiful piece of art she’s ever seen. “Mi precioso aguacero” (my lovely downpour in Spanish) I feel she’ll straight up just call you beautiful [cos you are:]

♥️Zor♥️: uhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..anyone got anything…?

🧡Solaris🧡: Her shooting star, her eclipse, her sun (or moon)

(If you guys want more characters, put in some suggestions for them:)

💙Ollie💙: His pearl and heart of the sea:]

Safe and Sound in A Nutshell

Juniper: You know, I’ve never got to do a classic villain mono- Phoenix:

(Original video from Thomas Sanders)

I made a shirt and now I want it:)

ATTENTION ALL IEYTD FANS!

Me and a couple of other accounts are making an ieytd musical! Since the fanbase is so small, we don’t have that many people to make it. If you want to try out for a main part, go for it! Even something as simple as helping with costume and stage design is greatly appreciated!

We’re holding voice auditions and all characters are currently open!

Musical Tumblr group⬇️

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I Expect You To Die: The Musical • Community on Tumblr

A group of peeps making a musical of our favorite game!

Audition sign ups if you’re interested:D

https://www.tumblr.com/communities/i-expect-you-to-die-the-musica/post/763709374250237952/ieytd-auditions-sign-up-form

Throws The Main Trio Redesigns at you

New thingys in their designs

Reginald: I wanted his design to be more like his canon appearance so I changed some of his features and his clothing

Pheoness: I keep forgetting she has scars, and it’s such a memorable feature for her too! Lotsa scars! Plus canon ace pin:D

Pheonix: I dig leather jacket Pheonix. It makes him look even more rebellious and chaotic than he is!

(Sorry I haven’t been posting on my main blog I’ve been busy doing the ieytd musical stuff

John Juniper in all of Jet Set:

Real

“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”

My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding

The Mask of Mirage (Part 1)

”Okay fine, Pheonix! I admit it!”

Pheoness exclaims, tugging on the sheets of the trailer’s pull up couch nervously. Pheonix raises an eyebrow mischievously. He knows what he talks about, but he’s waited too long not to poke a little fun at her. “I’m sorry. What are you admitting?” He feigned innocence “PHEONIX!” She muttered, her face getting hot. “I…might like Reginald…m-more than platonically….” Pheonix smirked “Please speak up. I can’t hear you!” “ OH MY GOODNESS PHEONIX! I. LIKE. REGINALD!” She admits, covering her mouth in shock when she realizes her volume. Pheonix bursts out laughing, the sound adorable and sweet with an hint of sneakiness. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” Pheonix takes a seat next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder “Soooooo when am I gonna plan the wedding?” “WEDDING WHA- PHEONIX! WE’RE PROBABLY NOT EVEN GONNA DATE! Remember, agency rules and all….” Pheonix shrugs “Girl, we have almost burned HQ down multiple times. When have we ever listened to the rules?” “No, Pheonix. You don’t understand…” She stands up, pacing back and forth while rubbing her temples. “When we’re doing our chaotic stunts, management can only blame US. If….my relationship with him is anything more than platonic, it could get him in trouble and probably even fired. I know he loves his job, so I’m not going to interrupt that because of some…stupid emotions.” She put on a fake smile, trying to change the subject “Let’s just get the briefcase to HQ, I’ll drive.” “Awh, no fair! You drove last time!” He pouted “Well, I don’t trust you driving! You were 70 miles over the speed limit and laughing like a maniac while you did so!” Pheonix mumbles in frustration from the back seat as Pheoness starts the car.

The van suddenly got darker, even in the front seat. “Pheonix, what did I tell you about playing with the lights?!” But all that responded was a strangled series of coughs from him and a weak “-Pheoness…”. This…wasn’t the lights. She didn’t realize her lungs were filling with smoke. She too starts coughing uncontrollably, trying to find the source of the smoke. It was no use, the smoke was so thick, burning her eyes so she couldn’t even see a foot in front of her. Her leg makes contact with an unknown object, making her body slam in the floor and her chin hitting what she thinks was a table. She couldn’t tell if it was from the smoke or the fall that made her vision go black.

The next thing she remembered, she’s in her old office. Each wall and crevice was so familiar, even the desk, which was piled with delicious food and wine. She tried calling out to Pheonix, but there was no response, not even on her earpiece. Thank goodness Reginald was connected “Oh, agent. You’re awake!” She heard his voice through the earpiece “Reginald, what happened?! There was a bunch of smoke and-“ “Oh, agent. Everything’s fine. You and Pheonix got the briefcase here and that’s all that matters…” She looks at the food, desperately wanting to eat it, but has trust issues when it comes to food due to the chocolate cake incident. She carefully took a sip of the wine, making completely sure it wasn’t poison before chugging it. Honestly, she really needed that right now. Despite everything, nothing explains what happened in the van and it didn’t sit right with her. She looked through some of the drawers, realizing one that couldn’t open “Oh, no. That’s not important, agent.” She raised an eyebrow “Reggie, it’s MY desk. Are you feeling okay?” “Perfectly fine. Why?” Pheoness sighs “There’s something off about you, if something’s wrong you can tell me, you know that, right-?” Pheoness says but was rudely interrupted by Reginald “Yes, yes, I know agent.” He scoffs in an annoyed tone. Now, she knew something was up. Reginald wouldn’t cut her off even if he was pissed. She opens the drawer with a knife that was on the table. In it was a clipboard and a lighter. The clipboard, written in neat red ink, is a checklist, talking about a stage set. “Reginald, how did I get here..?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the clipboard. “The smoke grenade wasn’t filled of poison gas so I was able to get you two to the agency.” Her eyes widened as an eerie silence filled the air.

“I didn’t mention a smoke grenade.”

She uses her telekinesis to move the once sturdy agency logo on her wall, but now, it was flimsily made of cardboard. “You’re not telling me something..?” She growls, hiding her overwhelming anxiety. What’s wrong with the man she cared for and loved? Did they kidnap him? Torture him to do this? She couldn’t imagine Reginald being like this………unless……this wasn’t Reginald. Her muscles tensed in anger at the realization. This safety and security was all just a mere mirage. She grips the lighter tightly, lighting anything she could on fire. To her surprise, there was a camera pointing at her where the agency logo was. Instead of Reginald being shocked or dumbfounded, his voice sounded smug

“Looks like someone’s connecting the dots.”

“And cut! That. Was. Perfect.” Before she knew it, a cage of deadly lasers prevented her escape. “Don’t get any ideas, agent. You’re not going anywhere.” Reginald’s voice started distorted, mutating into another familiar voice. The one and only John Juniper. The walls of the room started to separate, revealing she was in the middle of a theatrical set. Pheonix was also bound by a laser cage next to her. In a panel above her was the cocky actor, who was wearing the mimic mask. He was staring down at her intently as if she was a mere cockroach. “Hey, agents. Not a bad impression of your handler, huh? There’s a reason I won all of those awards.” Pheonix stifles a giggle “What awards? Most likely to have a temper tantrum?” Even through they were in a terrible situation, they still laughed at Juniper, the person who literally holding them hostage. “How dare! I do not have temper tantrums!” He retorted “The little party we crashed proved otherwise…” Pheoness snickers “SHUT UP! Oh, and for your information Pheeeoness..” he snarled, emphasizing the e in her name. “I did not mean to flirt with you at the party.” He shuddered at the word ‘flirt’ “Ew, that’s the one time other than the yacht incident that I regret being drunk. You got lucky your little boyfriend was there to save you. This time, you don’t have that privilege” Her heart sank at the mention of Reginald “Where is he? HE BETTER BE OKAY!” His tone went back to his familiar smugness “Don’t worry, cupcake. All you need to know is that he’s at OUR will now…..You know, I never got to do a classic villain monologue. And what do I have, but a captive audience!” He then rants about how he joined Zoraxis for the role of a lifetime and his whole typical villain arc. Pheoness loves it when Reginald and Pheonix rants to her, but Juniper doing it gave her the opposite feeling. She tried to use her telekinesis to take a fork to poke his eye, but he the panel he was in was surrounded in glass. He was still pissed at her for trying, though. “I see…you just wanna skip to the part where you die! Well, fine!”

“Lights, camera, aaaaand ACTION!”

Okay, hear me out

Soooooo…I saw @stellar-collective ‘s last Ollie in the agency comic and AAAAAAAAAAH

SOFT. AUTUMM. REGINESS🍁🍂🥰

I also used Stellar’s art style for them cause it looks softer😍😍😍

I CANT🥰😍😭

REGGIE IN HIS COMFY OUTFIT😭😍🥰💛

”Wait a second… I think I recognize the main character! What did you say the actor’s name was, Phoenix?”

“John Juniper?”

“Right, I met him once, right before they sent me to the underwater lab! I think I heard something about him dying?”

“That’s what they say. I used to know him, too! If you can still stand me after tonight, maybe I’ll tell you some stories.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

When you’re in the spy business, attachments are a liability that your enemies will always find a way to ruthlessly exploit. Everyone knew it, especially the handlers.

But Agent Phoenix had a way of bursting in and making it seem like none of that mattered. Sitting on the couch, listening to them yap on about the movie, Ollie was starting to think that they were onto something.

first ~ prev ~ next

Putting my sillies in Tomodachi Life

Aw, the two are having fun at the park!

Such cuties and……wait….Reggie…? What are you doing?

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

SHE SAID YESSSS

SOSIDISJFKSOSOFJWJFJWJCJENDJ

I’m their wedding officiator guys!!!!!!

(Dang it I wish this was canon:[ )

My thoughts as 2 am

Roxanna: People who sleep without socks scare me. Reginald: People who sleep with socks are not to be trusted. Pheoness: People who sleep are weird

Pheonix: I WaS A SoCk OnCe!!!!

A short spoopy AU for A Spoopy Month:D (Inspired by @stellar-collective)

(After Reginald and Pheonix left the Agency to join Zor, they mysteriously go missing. Pheoness, not knowing what happened to the two, searched for them for months. After no luck, she thinks they’ve been killed by Zor, until the remains of her old friend appears behind her.)

The grip on her arm was surprisingly strong and possessive. The adrenaline kicked in and was ready to strike the figure that has a hold on her, but the familiar purr of his voice made her blood run cold

“Luchadora como siempre, ¿eh? Hola, vieja amiga”

With wide eyes, she turned her head towards him, everything about him was off, the change in clothing to the slightest new scar on his eyebrow. “¿Mi grúa?” She whimpered, tears threatening to flow down her face. She wanted to hug him so bad, to feel him in her arms again. But something was off. “No, tu cuervo ahora..” he sighed. The look in his eyes had the same concern and longing, but there was something else she couldn’t explain “Explica. Ahora.” she demanded, trying to mask the worry in her voice

“¿Qué hay que explicar? Sabes de primera mano lo horrible que nos ha tratado la agencia. Entonces, Pheonix y yo hicimos otros planes.”

Her heart almost stopped as her eyes focused on the familiar Z logo on his chest. They were in Zor’s hands now “¡¿ESTÁS LOCO?! ¡REGINALD, ZOR HA INTENTADO MATAR A MILLONES DE PERSONAS!” Pheoness took his hands in hers, his skin felt rough under hers. “¡Esto no es como tú o pheonix! ¡¿No ves que Zor es cien por ciento pura malicia?!” Reginald lets out an exhausted sigh, resting his forehead against hers “Al menos nos aprecian.” He grumbled silently, looking up into her eyes “Mira, sabes lo cruel que es la agencia… ir a misiones, arriesgarse a no volver a ver a tus amigos y familiares. Y todo para mantener este trabajo sin recompensa e ingrato. No quiero que eso te haga daño o algo peor. Por favor, cariño, eres una de las únicas personas que quiero mantener en mi vida.” She could see that beneath whatever Zor did to corrupt her Reginald, there was still his protective and loving nature behind it. He was right, working at the agency was extremely crappy, but to join a cruel organization bent on taking over the world to replace that?! It was either her morals or her family.

English Translation (Forgot to say that Reggie and Pheoness speak in Spanish when they want only the two of them to hear)

The grip on her arm was surprisingly strong and possessive. The adrenaline kicked in and was ready to strike the figure that has a hold on her, but the familiar purr of his voice made her blood run cold

“Fiesty as always, huh? Hello, old friend.”

With wide eyes, she turned her head towards him, everything about him was off, the change in clothing to the slightest new scar on his eyebrow. “My crane?” She whimpered, tears threatening to flow down her face. She wanted to hug him so bad, to feel him in her arms again. But something was off. “No, your raven now..” he sighed. The look in his eyes had the same concern and longing, but there was something else she couldn’t explain “Explain. Now .” she demanded, trying to mask the worry in her voice

"What do you have to explain? You know firsthand how horrible the agency has treated us. Pheonix and I made other plans.”

Her heart almost stopped as her eyes focused on the familiar Z logo on his chest. They were in Zor’s hands now "ARE YOU CRAZY?! REGINALD, ZOR HAS TRIED TO KILL MILLIONS OF PEOPLE!“ Pheoness took his hands in hers, his skin felt rough under hers. "This is not like you or Pheonix! Don't you see that Zor is one hundred percent pure malice?!” Reginald lets out an exhausted sigh, resting his forehead against hers “At least they appreciate us.” He grumbled silently, looking up into her eyes “Look, you know how cruel the agency is… go on missions, risk never seeing your friends and family again. And everything to keep this job, unrewarded and unthanlful.don't want that to hurt you or anything worse. Please, honey, you are one of the only people I want to keep in my life” She could see that beneath whatever Zor did to corrupt her Reginald, there was still his protective and loving nature behind it. He was right, working at the agency was extremely crappy, but to join a cruel organization bent on taking over the world to replace that?! It was either her morals or her family.

ieytd lore #6 Two Birds of A Feather Infiltrate the Wine Cellar (Part 3)

Warnings: Blood, gun violence, canonical death, trauma

The smell of hand sanitizer lingered in the air as Pheoness regained her senses. One of her hands gripped at the fabric of the mattress and the sound of slow beeping was muffled in her ears. As her vision became clearer, it was evident where she was. Bad memories flooded her brain, causing her breathing to become unsteady. She wanted to run and hide, but her broken body wouldn’t let her. She heard the ER’s rhythmic beeps speeding up as she struggled. “Hey, hey, it’s okay…thank goodness you’re alive….” That soothing voice along with a gentle grip on her hand anchored her to reality. She looked at her hand, which was intertwined into a slightly larger one. “I’m right here, agent….” She turns her head toward her Handler, just him being there helped her calm down. Though, he seemed less than alright. His hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot with small trails running down his cheek. She didn’t care anymore that they were “breaking protocol” and caressed his hand gently with her thumb, the pad of her finger rubbing against his calloused knuckles. “Reginald…W..what happened…?” He smiled softly when he heard her voice “You don’t remember anything from last night?” He responded. Pheoness clutched her head, groaning. “The last thing I remember were setting off those mines.” “Well, it was a long day for you…If I’m being honest, I thought-“ his voice slightly falter, cracking slightly until his voice is a small whimper “Me and Pheonix didn’t think you’d make it.” This only makes her give his hand a gentle squeeze “Hey, I’m okay…just…tell me what happened after..please…you know I love it when you tell stories…”

Reginald’s lips slightly curve upwards “After you left to meet Phoenix, it wasn’t long after the security found out I was from the agency. I came sprinting to the wine cellar and was finally safe with you guys. But…I accidentally led them to you. I didn’t mean to…I…think that you being here, it’s all my fault….” She shushes him while he was rambling “I bet whatever happened wasn’t your fault..now go on…” she couldn’t help it. The smooth sound of his voice, the feel of his skin under hers, maybe affection WAS something she was missing out on all her life. “Well…” Reginald continued “He found you guys and after they found out the door was locked and barred-“ Reginald’s voice slowly fades as she starts to remember, how could she ever forget.

“Just shoot the agent! A-ARE YOU WEARING MY MASK?!” Juniper shouted through the door. Pheoness realized she kept The Fabricator’s mask on “Oh, THIS?!” She mocked him, dangling the mask and making SURE he could see it “Thanks for this and the briefcase, but you’re not getting either of them back.” John Juniper let out a furious grumbled and muttered out “You know what to do…” Without a moments notice, she saw a laser aimed at Pheonix “Pheonix watch out!” She called, but certain he could dodge. He’s smart enough to see the obvious laser pointed at him “What do you mean?” Pheonix asked with a raised eyebrow. She stands corrected. Then she remembered: his eye. He couldn’t see out of his left eye due to their tussle with Gibson. Acting on instinct, she shoved Pheonix out of the way, but as she just made contact with him, she heard the loud BANG of the gunshot followed by the agonizing sound of teared flesh. A breathless gasp escaped her as she looked down. Her beautiful dress was now torn at her stomach with blood gushing down the skirt as her body violently met the cold ground. Reginald’s horrified scream was a deaf ring to her ears, for all she could sense was the pain in her core. She knew if she even moved a little bit, her body would shut down. The only thing other than pain was the feel of Reginald’s warm tears on the sleeve of her arm “Close the hatch!” She faintly heard Pheonix shout before a loud explosion vibrated the floor she was now motionless on. Her heart was slowly pumping, doing anything to keep on beating. Her vision blurred and for a while, her vision was completely stripped from her, so she had to rely on her hearing to sense what was happening, which was extremely hard because all she heard was shrill cries and shouts and the faint pattering of feet. When her vision finally became somewhat clearer, she could faintly make out Reginald’s face, the look of despair shimmering in his tear filled eyes, “A…agent…please…everyone needs you…y-you can’t leave now…” she could faintly hear him beg in a broken voice and it forced burning tears into her eyes. Pheonix was also crying, trying to stifle the blood flow from her with no avail. She could hear their sniffles and soft whimpers and then…

She could hear nothing at all

She saw her dead, bloody body. The lifeless stare in her eyes as her found family clutched her unmoving corpse. “No…No…guys..I’m not dead…I’m right here…I’m coming..” she says, about to touch her body when a firm grip squeezed at her arm “And what do you think you’re doing?” A familiar voice called out, she looked behind her to see that familiar, faceless silhouette she saw back at the theater “Leave me alone. I want to see my family again. I don’t want them to think I died.” She admitted “And how long are you gonna keep doing this?! What happens till these mortals who aren’t as lucky as you die as well?!” The figure commanded “Listen, I just need a few more tries, the world needs me….I can’t just die…” the figure lets go of her arm “Fine, but you can’t keep doing this…one day I’m bound to obtain you and your mortal friends.” She nodded, hearing one last thing before returning to her mortal body

“Just know you can’t keep running from your problems forever, Alyna.”

“And that’s what happened. Pheonix stayed at your side for a long time but he finally went home.” Reginald’s voice found its way in her mind again as he ended his story. Of course he doesn’t know about that last part, and no one could know about it. Not him, not Pheonix. But she did want to tell him about why she was so scared, so she does. Informing him about her past and why she was so distant to him and Pheonix at first. He listened intently to her, hanging onto every word she said.

“I see…you’re a tough one, yknow that? Stubborn at times, but tough.” He said when she finished, resting his head against their intertwined hands. “I’m just…glad you’re okay…”

“And I’m glad you’re here, mi grùa.”

Reginald melted at the nickname, letting out a soft sigh. The pet names were definitely new, but not unwanted

“Mi Precioso Fénix..”

Tag List (If you don’t wanna be on here or want to be added, just ask:)

@pandagobrr

@wyvchard

Sorry, couldn’t help it anymore

Yea, say hello to my new OTP. I love them with all my heart and I can’t wait to continue building their relationship And maybe some angst

Art in the center is from an art trade from @stellar-collective

Art Trade with @stellar-collective !!!!

Aaaaaah! I’m so glad I got this done early!!!!!!! Sorry the text is a little small, I didn’t think it would convert the text smaller😅 I love your style for these two and they’re so cute!!!

Character designs are from @stellar-collective

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Heart

beat

I now see this every night🥲

The contrast is crazy

PHEONESS AND FABBY ART

I love their dynamic soooooo much. If only they weren’t enemies.

(Btw part 3 will probably be out sometime today:)

ieytd Lore #6 Birds of a feather infiltrate the Wine Cellar (Part 2)

Warnings: Attempts at seduction, mildly suggestive? blood, and violence.

Her heart rate increased tenfold as the heard the slow, melody of the band. What happens if they find out it’s her? She knew she was about hyperventilate as the room swerved in her vision. She couldn’t do this. She looked towards The Fa hesitantly, who signaled her to breathe. She tried to calm down as she felt the cool air fill her lungs, relishing it before letting it go. Then, a realization came to her. She was Agent Pheoness, one of the best agents in the EOD. Agent Phoenix was probably working his butt off in the wine cellar right underneath her feet, and it was her responsibility to do the same.

She COULD and WILL get through this!

She takes a shaky step forward. If they think she’s a dancer, she IS a dancer.

Like a whole different person, she effortlessly glides across the stage, her eyes closed shut to block out all of the eyes on her as she danced gracefully. She was surprisingly wonderful at it. The rhythm of the music slowly enveloped her nerves as she kept going, letting the symphony put her in a trance. The audience surrounded her were mesmerized by her stunning performance.

Meanwhile, Agent Pheonix had found the mimic mask and gave to Juniper. Turns out the wine cellar had a secret map system inside the counter that he found. Pheonix absentmindedly scrolled through the cameras, taking in everyone’s location until witnessing Pheoness. “Dang, how hard did you punch me, Gibs?” The asked, questioning what he was seeing as he rubbed his good eye. “Well, serves you right, scoundrel!” The newly conscious Gibson snaps “Now don’t touch that console!” Pheonix scoffs and chuckles “Oh shut it, and I thought we were getting along! You were much funner when unconscious.” His eyes didn’t look away from the screen, she certainly played the dancer role well.

She came to a halt when the music stopped. Applause from the audience were muffled by her inner thoughts

She just did that.

She chuckled, heading back to The Fabricator who was clapping softly “You were amazing darling, an absolute muse!” She chuckled “Mon chef-d'œuvre!” (French for my masterpiece) “I bet all those nerves got you absolutely exhausted. Go enjoy the party. You’ve earned it.” With one last hug, Pheoness heads out, finally able to return to Pheonix. She strolled through the ballroom. The beautiful chandelier illuminated the huge room as she plowed through the crowd. She was used to people staring at her, but she wasn’t used to other smiling at her. Usually, agents would stare at her because of her abnormality to the rest of them or was ready to make fun of her, but no, they were smiling. Genuinely. Some even complimented her as she made her way towards the wine cellar. She saw the clearing ahead when she felt a grip on her arm.

“Hey, loved your performance, sweetheart~”

Uh-oh, of course it’s the last person she wants to see. And she was so close too. Pheoness turns around to see John Juniper in an extravagant tuxedo. If only she could’ve worn that so she could have the speed to run. “Ah, Mr Juniper.” She purrs in her fake accent “Lovely to see you.” He kisses the back of her hand, and she has to hold back a gag. What a waste of a perfectly good hand “How do you like the party?” He asks, his voice as smooth as sanded wood. “Oh, it’s just wonderful. Sincerest thanks for letting me preform at your mansion.” He laughs softly “It was nothing, sweetheart. You think I could speak to you, privately?” She raises an eyebrow but nods. Maybe it was valuable information. Juniper led her to the balcony. The moon was close to being full as it worked with the stars to light the midnight sky. “Finally, We’re alone~” He remarks in a suave tone, studying how her dressed fit against her curves. Pheoness didn’t understand but still despised the way he looked at her. “So what did wanna talk about?” She says in a slightly stern tones. He snickered as he got closer to her “Oh, I kinda lied about that, sweetheart. I was think of less talking and more…doing~” her body stiffened as she realized his intentions. It was at this point she wished she could’ve passed seduction class. Does she flirt back? Beat him with her high heels? All she knew that whatever he was doing made her extremely uncomfortable. He backed her into the edge of the balcony, pinning her there. Pheoness looked at the fall, considering her options. It was pretty high up; however, she would rather fall to her death than do whatever he was planning. Unfortunately, she had a mission to accomplish and she had to get to Pheonix. She attempted to get out of his grip, but his body held her in place “Mr Juniper, I really need to get back to the party.” Pheoness stammers, cut off when she felt his hands trailing up and down her hips. Yep, death was way better than this. “Oh, Dollface. I just want to have a little fun. After all the party getting boring anyway.” Juniper leaned so close that she could smell the alcohol on his breath. Great, he was drunk too. Pheoness had to assess her options. Attacking him would cause a huge ruckus and blow both her and Phoenix’s cover, falling would probably kill her, and if she plays along….she doesn’t even want to think of that option. She just wanted him 50 million miles away from her, preferably in the ground. She was practically shaking in discomfort as his hands slid up to caress her face, their lips mere inches apart.

“Mister Juniper!”

Juniper turned around, flinging himself away from her, looking at the man at the doors of the balcony. He was also wearing a mask so it was hard to make out his face. “Security wants you. The sprinklers have just been set off for no reason!” John lets out a frustrated growl and nods, heading inside. He took one last glance at her before vanishing into the crowds of people. The masked man lets out a warm, familiar laugh. No, it couldn’t be….he turned around towards her “I also studied the fine arts as well, Agent.” Oh my goodness….it was. Reginald took off his mask and relief flooded through her body as she tackled him in a hug “Reginald! How did you get in here?!” His large arms encircled her waist, holding her gently. “When you disconnected your earpiece, I thought you were in serious danger and came here. I tried to get in as a guess when they mistook me for a security guard! I told agent Pheonix I’m not too old to be fighting like the good old days! You look….different by the way. Lovely change though.” She laughed before actually taking him in. The moonlight hit his honey colored eyes at just the right angle, illuminating them along with his tanned skin. His soft smile glowed brighter than any star in the sky. There was only one way to describe him, absolutely beautiful. She barely had any time to take it in before a huge THUD shook the building. Worry hit her: could it be a bomb? maybe a mine? She felt Reginald protectively grip her hips, an uncontrollable red tint on her cheeks “I’ll see what that was. Check on Agent Phoenix and stay safe.” He directed before speed walking through the panicking crowd. She was released from cloud 9, shaking out of her thoughts and rushing back to the wine cellar.

In the cellar, Pheonix had a mischievous smirk on his face. It quickly turned into a genuine smile as he saw the room “I didn’t know you could cut a rug, missy!” Of course that was the first thing he brought up. “I had a passion for it when I was younger, okay? End of story. Did you hear that explosion?” Pheonix cackled “Hear it?! I caused it!” Her eyebrows lifted “What?! How?!” He pointed at a small red button on the table that said “Front mines.” but, there seems to be a button with “rear mines” as well “Would you like to do the honors?” Phoenix asked. “I don’t know..Reggie’s here and I don’t wanna accidentally kill him…” Phoenix smirks at her knowingly “It’ll be fine. No ones getting hurt.” He reassured. Pheoness’s hesitant expression turned into a sneaky grin as she set of the last of the lines with a loud

BOOM!

Ahem….@wyvchard

When fanfiction writers go overboard with the angst of your favourite character:

Me:

ieytd Lore #6 Bird of a feather infiltrate the Wine Cellar (Part 1)

(Nothing really happens in Jet Set or Eaves drop besides the two getting into some chaos and Pheoness getting poisoned by the death by chocolate)

Warnings: Violence, alcohol use

The duo were FINALLY able to sneak into the Wine cellar of Juniper’s mansion. The gathering in the ballroom was so lively that even a few floors under they could hear muffled chatter and music. “I told you it was on the bottom floor! The Wine cellars are ALWAYS on the bottom floor!” Pheoness scoffed “Well how was I supposed to know?! If this dang mansion was put in the sea, people would mistake it for a whale!” Pheonix retorted back. The two bickered like young siblings until a swift fist to the face sent Pheonix stumbling backwards. Pheoness quickly grabbed the figure’s wrist, flinging them into the ground. The person on a ground was a man who looked like he was in 40s. His almost pitch black eyes were filled with malice. “You two…” he hissed before sending a kick to Pheoness’s stomach. She yelped in pain and her grip on him loosened, allowing him to escape from her grasp. The strange man started bolting to the exit before Pheonix tackled him to the ground with a loud ‘thud’. Pheoness, recovering from the last blow, helps pin his arms down. The man was flailing around vigorously like an vicious cat, occasionally shouting for Juniper. If he got to loud or was able to escape, their whole cover would be blown. Fortunately, a good punch in the noggin from Pheonix knocked him unconscious. Pheoness, coughing softly, fist bumped Pheonix “Good work, kid.” She panted, clearly out of breath. “Put him in the box.” She points to a large crate in the middle of the wine chamber. The two slowly drag the unconscious body in the crate, making it near impossible to escape. Pheonix locks the main door of the wine cellar, barricading it well. He let out a slight wince in pain as the adrenaline started wearing off and clutched the eye that was slugged. Noticing this, Pheoness took his face gently in her hands, examining it. “You should probably get that eye checked out after this, it’s blackening already. That guy had a nasty left hook.” She said before letting go of his face. “I can’t really see out of it..” Pheonix admits sheepishly as he wraps a spare napkin around his swelled up eye like an eyepatch. “Reginald? We’re fine. We just had a quick….interruption.” Pheonix spoke into his earpiece “PHEONESS! DONT DO THAT!” He took an eye off of her for five seconds and she was chugging a bottle of wine with a tag that said “Juniper hated it.” wrapped around its top. “Screw Juniper, this is delicious.” She muttered, using her telekinesis to pass him another bottle “Take a drink yourself and we’ll get on with this mission.” Pheonix sighed and took the bottle, taking a swig of it.

“Gibson!” A familiar voice yelled through the communication systems. “Get me my regular with two glasses! And quickly!” Junipers voice had a hint of aggression and weariness to it. He was in a bad mood for sure, probably due to Pheonix ransacking through the Fabricator’s office. They take the two glass cups and put it in the transporter. Pheoness is tempted to put the bottle she was drinking in the chute to purposely annoy Juniper for the poisoned cake, but decided not to. It would probably blow their cover anyways. “Pheonix, this one has a tag that says ‘Be careful: last bottle.’ You think this could be it?” Pheonix examines the bottle carefully “It’s probably our best bet.” They put the bottle in the chute and send it to the ballroom, praying that it was the correct bottle. The silence was agonizing before they heard Juniper’s voice again “Thanks, Gibs. I needed this..” He sighs, a little calmer than usual before clearing his throat and reverting to his harsh tone “I need the mimic mask. Now.” The mimic mask! It’s somewhere in here, but where? The two search and drink, and search, but for once in their life, there were no clues. Juniper grew very impatient, sometimes even shouting into the intercom. “I don’t get it! We search every inch of this place, where is that mimic mask!?” She exclaimed, defeat was familiar to her before she met her found family, but this was the first time she felt it afterwards. Pheonix frowns softly when seeing her depressed state. He noticed that guy who attacked them, who they now know as Gibson, dropped his hat when they were fighting. The agent put it on his head, imitating the servant. Pheoness is confused by his goofy display, she cracks a smile, laughing softly. Phoenix accidentally dropped the hat, which the two didn’t mind, but they soon found out on the inside was a hidden paper, it was finally the clue they needed. “Yes!” She shouted “Now, let’s figure out what this-“ Pheoness’s joy was quickly replaced with fear as they heard an aggressive knock on the door. “Hey, Gibs! Is that girl dancer with you? We haven’t seen her and she’s supposed to preform in 10!” The two looked at each other, internally panicking. What were they supposed to do?! If they don’t respond, whoever’s behind the door would get suspicious. Pheoness sighs defeatedly, her heart pounding while she takes off her jacket, her white undershirt being revealed. “Stay out of sight.” She whispers to Pheonix before walking to the door, getting a bottle of wine as she does. Pheonix knew she has a plan, but what was it? Pheoness opens the door slightly, putting a strand of hair to cover her left eye. She is met by one of Juniper’s security and she tries to imitate the Fabricators accent. “Why, sorry. I just had to have a drink before I preform, it’s only tradition.” She purrs “Well, cmon, follow me. You need to change into your dress.” The security guard commands walking to the ballroom. She disconnects her earpiece so the sound of Reginald’s voice won’t blow her cover. “WHAT ARE YOU -?!” Phoenix exclaimed in a hushed whisper. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. Find the mimic mask and get the briefcase.” She replied before following the security guard to the dressing room. Turns out, Pheoness can be an actress herself.

The dressing room was filled with beautiful outfits and garments. They looked extremely expensive as well, typical Juniper. An older woman was in the room “Oh, there you are! And I thought you weren’t going to show!” As soon as the woman started speaking, Pheoness instantly knew who it was. None other than the Fabricator herself! Pheoness had to hide her shock, for this is the first time seeing her in person. “Well, come now. Get into your dress. I still need to put your makeup on.” Dresses and heels weren’t really her style, but she couldn’t lie, her outfit was absolutely gorgeous. It was a blue satin dress, embedded with sapphires at her waist and hips. It was hard not to trip in it, but she had to admit she digs the new look. As the Fabricator was gently applying makeup to her face, Pheoness spoke up in a slight accent, since she had to hide her voice “Fabricator…is it normal to feel like you’re about to throw up your intestines before preforming?” The Fabricator let out a soft chuckle “Of course, dear. You just got a little stage fright, that’s all. I promise, you’re going to kill it out there.” She nods as The Fabricator steps back to admire her work “You look beautiful, darling. Absolutely stunning.” Pheoness looks down at herself, she’s never worn anything different from her regular suit and pants, but she doesn’t mind it. “Let’s get you out there..” She says, intertwining her arm with Pheoness’s. For being an evil genius, The Fabricator’s surprisingly more sweet and caring than she thought. Before they knew it, they were backstage, the ballroom mere feet ahead of them. The woman could feel her trembling at the mere sight of the crowd and her breathing growing unsteady. Pheoness just wanted to sneak back to Pheonix. She never asked for this. She felt The Fabricators other hand gently caresses her arm “It’s okay, dear. You’re alright. Take a deep breath. Here.” She places a blue mask in Pheoness’s hand, similar to the one she saw on Juniper’s jet, just without the x-ray vision. “Your own finishing touch, just let the rhythm of the music flow through you.” Pheoness’s muscles slightly loosen but she’s still shaking with nervousness as the lights of the ballroom fade into darkness. “That’s your cue, go get em.” As if it were some sort of nightmare, there she was. On the main stage of the ballroom, with the blinding spotlight on her, all eyes were on her and only her.

(It might be a day or two before I post the next part cause there’s gonna be like 3 or 4 parts:/