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Can we take a moment to appreciate Zooble for bringing a good friend?
(In my opinion) Zooble is the kindest character of the main cast. You could argue and say that Ragatha is, but if you think about it she's only nice as a coping mechanism and doesn't actually mean it most of the time as we say when she was Drunk/High.
Zooble on the other hand genuinely shows interest in helping Gangle and Ragatha throughout the episode with no hidden motives or anything unlike ragatha.
Some examples of this would be them offering Gangle the plastic mask after her comedy mask was broken by Jax.
Another example would be her looking out for Gangle throughout the episode, they didn't verbally assure her like Pomni did when she was about to (Arguably abstract) but she was there when she needed help with Ragatha.
Then later in the episode we have to talk about, is when they stayed overtime and helped ragatha clean up and organize everything while making sure she doesn't do anything stupid, despite them clearly not wanting to participate at all.
My personal favorite example of them caring for Gangle is at the very end of the episode when they saw Gangle distancing herself from the others so they went to check on her and assure her she isn't hated, that they like talking to her and that despite the new mask being a bust they'll eventually find something that works.
(I would just like to mention that Zooble was directly relating to Gangle when they said that)
Then they invited her to join them along with the others which I believe is exactly what Gangle needed in that moment, to be assured they aren't hated and that she has friends who care about her even if she messed up during the adventure.
Overall I'm just glad that they are empathetic and genuinely kind despite how they were introduced as blunt and apathetic like in the Pilot.
This is why Zooble's my favorite characters, they have a hard exterior and grouchy attitude but when it comes to the people they care about they are much more caring and genuine towards them.
SUUUUPER PROUD OF THIS ONE pathetic man
Welcome to:
✨Crackhead Redraws✨
no.3
Where I redraw photos and memes my friends send me because it’s funny!
He deserves to relax every once in a while 🥰
References down here!
(Doing good! I’ve been in some more fandoms)
”Oh, hey 13-12! Long time no see!”
Pheoness says, chugging another champagne bottle
“This doofus wants me to use this.”
She holds up the mistletoe, examining it
“I’m not familiar with the tradition though. Is there really a binding spell that makes two people kiss? How does the holder trick the victim into stepping under their trap?”
Pheonix sighs
“Well, you know her. Romance is not her forte.”
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
I haven't been on this account for weeks:(
Gonna change that now:D
Pheoness is stealing the wine from Juniper and chugging it all since her telekinetic abilities surgery had an impact on her alcohol tolerance so she can drink as much as she wants without any effects. Pheonix is cheering her on.
"Hey, I managed to snag ALL of John's alcohol, so let's get this party started!"
Pheonix throws a mistletoe at her
"It WILL once you get some guts and use this, Phee-Phee! You promised you would!"
"Well, maybe if I act wasted he might think I'm just doing it cause I'm drunk....Does our handler know i can't get drunk, firebird?"
"Nope."
"Perfect>:)"
I missed my ieytd moots how you guys doing:)
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.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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
stupid drunk narrator doodle
thought it’d be silly to switch up their clothes lalala
@robygoonn2 and i came up with the concept that when the narrator does decide to drink every now and then, instead of getting overly sad and angry he just gets really chill and? his pompous outer personality melts off and he’s way more sociable and talkative with the others
� "I know there's something going on." � � � �
n.o.t.e.s - Uh, sorry but not posting?
w.c -
p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Ajax x Reader
w.a.r.n - cheating, angst with no fluff, alcohol usage, RAGE, cursing, and maybe some dark content
As the light was off, you were lying on your share bed underneath the fluffy covers, looking at the ceiling, waiting for him to come home; it was past midnight, and the bed was still cold.
The crackling of the fire fills your hearing; the midst of the night was the only thing showing through your window as the sharp moonlight pierced through window.
Tossing and turning into your bed, not feeling the warmth of your darling, Childe. You know his work was stressful being a fatui harbinger, but it wasn't one of his vacations; sure, you understand that he didn't want to be cooped up with you, but it was a bit odd of him not sharing affection with you.
But you couldn't help but flip to your right, where he was to be, probably out with his friend, Zhongli, you noted.
But you have always thought that on the outside, at least, he didn't think of the one to party at least. Drink though? You didn't want to be that girlfriend; who would think of his boyfriend cheating? That's something you didn't want to admit or think of.
"But what if-"
"CREAKK-" the sound of the door creaking open, interrupting your thinking as you glance at the figure coming in. The silhouette of your beloved Childe standing inside the room; the wretched smell of alcohol swamped your sense of smell; taking another look at him, you quickly pressed your eyes closed.
The smell of alcohol getting closer, almost suffocating, you felt him looking at you, hovering over you; it felt as if he was standing there forever. Soon the feeling was over; you were pressing your eyes shut, taking a peek out to see your ginger boyfriend, the moonlight glaring at him, maybe if it was your tired eyes, but you couldn't help but see red marks like lipstick marks littering over his skin.
You just dismissed your thoughts; maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you; there's no way that it can be factual or accurate, as you tried rolling onto your side, denying the evidence that could support it, failing to realize salty tears rolling down your cheek.
But over time, those thoughts started to plague your mind, everytime you tried to think of something else, that memory will pop up, like its a curse.
Oddly enough, it seems like it was happening like a timeline, the time you talk to Childe or even saw his face decrease, sometimes you would try your best to strike up a conversation with him, and he's just dismissed you abruptly. He promises to be home on time for dinner but doesn't even make it; maybe over time, you just stopped believing those little white lies through the relationship.
It was just you sitting at the dinner table, staring at the chair he was supposed to be in, and the food becoming quickly cold.
..It was becoming frustrating, slamming your fist on the table and rattling it as you got out of your seat.
Your relationship with Childe was cracking. If I had to be admitted, it would be now.
Your suspicions were rising, the times you got stood up were adding, every time he would apologize by buying you gifts, but those gifts couldn't ever really fill what you really wanted.
As we spoke, you were venting to your best friend, Thoma; he was a good listener, always hearing you out. He was caring and was there for you in your times of doubt.
He was your best friend from childhood, it was obvious that he was angry for someone playing with your feeling, and he was there for me and would be your shoulder to cry on.
Anyone would notice that he wanted to replace your boyfriend, Childe.
Looking out the window, It was obvious that you were stupid. You hadn't confronted him at all.
Today would be the day you couldn't put this facade up.
You were apprehensive needless to say about the decision you made but it was for the better for you, Thoma would always say to you.
But when you came back, It was ironic that all the days he was busy, today was the day he wasn't off doing something stupid. It was safe to say you were scared about it and maybe had some time that you almost backed out from doing it.
As you walked into his office, he noticed your presence as you walked into the room, "Goodmorning babe" he uttered, you didn't reply to him, you just sat down at his desk, "Did something happen?"
"You know what happened, don't play stupid," you yelled, snapping at him; you were tired of him obliviously not knowing what he did, the false promises he made to you, and cherry on top, what happened the day before when his body was littering with lipsticks prints and marks on his body, you weren't stupid that those marks were won over a fight.
"Is this about me missing out on our date? If it is, I'm sorry about that, sweetheart" he tried to reach for your hand, but you pulled away and looked at him in a fury. "Who was it?" you said
"What do you mean, Y/N."
"Don't play dumb; who was the whore you were sleeping with, Childe."
It finally hit him, you were never sleeping on the day he came back home; you were awake and saw it and everything else.
"So..WHO THE FUCK IS IT, CHILDE" you stood and yelled at him. He didn't even look at you or respond to you.
"Your quiet now, huh? You thought your little affair would pass me; you think I'm a FUCKING DUMBASS."
"I'm not going to be yelled at in my own house," he uttered.
"Fine, then im fucking leaving," you yelled and stomped off, grabbing a suitcase, grabbing some of your essential clothes and items.
"Where are you going" Childe came into your shared bedroom, "Leaving this place since you think fucking any woman is okay when you're in FUCKING RELATIONSHIP" you threw one of his gifts at him and packed more of your stuff.
As you tried to close off your suitcase, Childe's hands were pressed to the top of the suitcase, and he grabbed your wrist with his other hand, "Are you insane."
"Listen, Y/N, I'm sorry I didn't mean it."
"You didn't mean it? So you magically accidentally fucked them, that's what you telling me right now?" you tried to take his grasp off your wrist.
"I can't live without you, Y/N."
"You should think of the thought of that when you did that" you snatched your hand away, grabbed your suitcase, walked to the door, and opened it before the door was slammed shut with his hand.
"What the hell, Childe."
"You can't."
"I can't what? Be independent and have a life without you."
"You don't know, you need me, Y/n, you need me."
"I don't need you for shit, damnit, take your hand off."
He grabbed you by your wrist and pinned you by the wall, "Are you crazy, Childe."
"You can't leave me, sweetie" I need you" as he stroked your face
"Are you fucking d-" you were cut off before his sword was pressed near your neck,
"If I can't have you, then nobody can."
tw: meantions of alcohol and addiction
Mike used to drink. It was a problem. It was a habit he picked up from his dad that got worse after moving to California. before he met the guys, he was on his own, struggling and homeless. He didn’t drink constantly, rather when things were going bad, he’d stay out until the bar closed.
After the Monkees all moved in together, he tried to hide it, but they caught on pretty quick. Davy had sat him down and said that this was something he didn’t have to (and shouldn’t) face alone. They helped get into a support group and found that it was easier to substitute the alcohol for something else whenever Mike wanted it. Coke-a-Cola seemed to do the trick. That’s how the Monkees came to having Coke in the house at all times. Some weeks they would sacrifice groceries to buy it because Mike being healthy was the most important thing to them.
Now they are all sworn off of alcohol. None of them drink. Sometimes Mike feels like falling into old habits, especially after a harrowing adventure, but he looks around at the guys to remind himself he’s not in that place anymore, he is okay and doesn’t need the old habits, he has new ones. Then he’ll sit down and noodle on the guitar or play around with the boys. He knows they all have each other’s backs.