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I have more stuff on my TikTok:3

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This is canon to me btw

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AND ANOTHER ONE

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I POST THINGS ON TIK TOK!! lol

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No def kinda went rogue and it became more Roxana oriented than I originally planned lol

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SOMEONE USE THIS FOR SOMETHING.

@purplebehittindifferent @agentpheoness @agent-toast @agent--shadow @phoenix-and-found-family @pandagobrr @project-retina @enhanced-operatives-division @eodasks tagging my IEYTD pookies

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SOMEONE USE THIS FOR SOMETHING.

@purplebehittindifferent @agentpheoness @agent-toast @agent--shadow @phoenix-and-found-family @pandagobrr @project-retina @enhanced-operatives-division @eodasks tagging my IEYTD pookies

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I did something….

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PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEAS

hallo ieytd fandom!!

Does anyone have any agent phoenix (or any ieytd designs/ocs!) that they wouldn't mind letting me draw?

Im trying to get back into drawing everyday, but I've found myself in a rut of drawing sameface and would love some characters to practice with. and since ieytd has consumed my soul, what better fandom to experiment with? :3

(also everyone here is so nice. like genuinely one of the nicest fandoms ive ever come across. you are all so lovely and i hope you dont mind i am also here)

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE feel free to doodle them to your heart's contempt.

guys i really wanna make more stickers,,,

anyone got any phoenixes they're willing to sacrifice share for the cause?

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The bottom one is no longer accurate for the appearance, but has the best reference for the outfit, the top one is them before vrs after ieytd 3. The LORRREEE is that them pulling at all three stabilizers in the final level overloaded/ overheated their TK implant, which made it spread heat rapidly throughout their nerves. It burned their hands, permanently making them pitch black, made their eyes change, and burnt the ends of their hair, permanently turning the tips bright blue, and burned a hole into the side of their head.

ALL IEYTD FANS

i wish to make a drawing of your phoenix’s so if you want your phoenix to be drawn, reblog this with a reference. please bother me with it, cause idk if my ass will be able to finish it unless someone bothers me about it

i will receive all references until 30th january

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ALL IEYTD FANS

i wish to make a drawing of your phoenix’s so if you want your phoenix to be drawn, reblog this with a reference. please bother me with it, cause idk if my ass will be able to finish it unless someone bothers me about it

i will receive all references until 30th january

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Jarod accidentally being the funniest damn character in Road 96 never ceases to amuse me, like;

The absolute balls on this man to go, 'yeah, I know I kidnapped you and told you to go hide in the closet that already had a dead body in it. But now I need you to help me dispose of it because I'm old and my back hurts and if you don't, I'm going to kill everyone at this motel and/or call your parents.' mfw

Also;

Jarod, there's a man in your trunk that you're about to beat to death with a tyre iron, don't give me that shit.

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part two of my sad ass ieytd fic

Pheonixes first thought when waking up were 

Ugh! Todays cancelled, Five more minutes

wich was promptly followed by 

Ow, just, ow

Then, finally:

fuck. oh shit OH FUCK IM STILL ALIVE!? AGAIN?! 

God I really need to stop waking up like this…

This was the point they realized that the predicament they were in, well it was bad to say the least. They were trapped, bleeding out under who knows how much rubble of the unstable wreckage of a building probably still on fire from a massive explosion of a nuke, one which definitely should have killed them when the 32 storey death drop in a steal trap didn’t. 

They checked their earpiece, and sent out a mental signal

[Crain…] they started, begging that their mental link to him was still working. 

[please If you can hear me, I-I need you, bad. I’m alive. I’m still down here and I can’t see a world were I get out of here by myself. please give me a sign your getting this I… I don’t…]

They waited for a response, a sign, anything that would point to his signal being received…

A terrible silence was all that followed.

[Please, reg, I.. I don’t wanna die all alone, not like this.]

oh god please not like this

No answer, not even a sound.

They were on their own.

Reginald pov

it had been two days since the peace summit, two days without hearing from his agent, and it felt wrong. Usually he would wake up, check in on Phoenix, who would almost always keep him occupied with stupid stories and questions for hours, and if not that, he was going to a meeting to discuss strategy and next steps, always eager to figure out phoenixes next assignment. he always looked forward to their missions together, and always felt responsible when something went wrong.

when Phoenix was assigned the mission to destroy the death engine, well let’s just say he wasn’t exactly looking forward to it. 

He knew, even with the escape pod detaching from the station before it detonated, and the training and the countless backup plans that would ensure Phoenix made it back definitely not unscathed but at the very least alive, he knew that their was a high chance that that would be their last mission together, and of course Phoenix knew this to, and stupidly, bravely, but mostly stubbornly, threw themselves headfirst into the mission without a second thought because they knew it needed to be done. 

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On their way to board the death engine, Reginald could feel Phoenix fear through the mental link. It was weak, almost lost under the stronger feeling of determination, which was definitely there as well.

“Agent, I want to say something before you get up there”

A short pause came before phoenixes response

[has the mission changed sir?]  he could hear mentally in his mind, his heart broke when he picked up the hopefulness in the link, they really didn’t want do this, did they?

“No, the plan hasn’t changed, I…”

They were about to do something highly discouraged by the agency, and slightly unprofessional by its standards, but he didn’t care, if this was their last mission, they wanted them to know.

“I think after all this time together, you don’t need to call me sir anymore agent.. “

Another pause, a much longer one..

[okay… but I’m not sure what other title to give you.. I can’t really think of a stand in for sir.. at least not right now, what did you have in mind?]

God am I really going to do this?

Sigh “agent, you know me far better than most, and you don’t even know my name, I think the time for formalities has came and gone. My name is Reginald Craine, and I think you deserve to know that about me before…”

Before what? They die, they part ways? They-

[before I get up there… thank you si.. I mean…]

God this is why isn’t it, this was a huge mistake

[thanks Craine, that.. well let’s just say that saying it means a lot is an understatement.. I’m sorry I can’t return the favour]

Reginald was confused.

“What do you mean?”

A somehow even longer silence came.

[I don’t… I don’t know who I am… I don’t remember my name…  where i came from or, who i was before the agency… the last thing i can remember was waking up from getting my inplant put in and… well… I only know the minimal information thats on my file, agent #146, mute, acceptional on the feild… nothing else.. ]

Reginald was the one silent this time. He was processing this new info about his agent. And the more he realized, his agent knew more about him than basically anyone else in his life, and yet, he knew nothing about them.

“God… I’m so sorry Agent why didn’t you tell the agency?!? I… we could have helped you!”

His agent paused, Choosing his words carefully.

[no ones ever cared enough about me to ask, it never even remotely came up. most other agents don’t speak to their superiors unless they’re spoken to first, and well, they only ever speak to us when they need to, and most of the time, the agent just needs to nod and say “affirmative” and then, poof, their gone again. I’m honestly shocked about your openness to talking to me even when you’re instructing me during missions… you’re the.. never mind]

“I’m what?” He asked concerned feeling the strong wave of uncertainty and hesitation through the link.

[nothing Craine… sir… It’s not remotely important]

“Agent..” He began comfortingly, hoping the link would carry his feelings of guilt and shame over his the agency’s failure to his agent.

“You can’t remember your own name, that’s extremely important. please, you need help, and I will do everything in my power to help you. But I can’t do anything if you don’t talk to me. So drop the “sir” talk and tell me what’s going on.” He practically begged.

One last silence came over them before the agent took in a shaky breath and said

[you are the first one in my life who’s treated me like a person and not an asset and… I… ]

A wave of emotions carried through the link, relief, sadness, but mostly an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

[thank you Craine… for everything]

The agents ship landed at the death engine. They had managed to board the station without rising suspicion, and he was feeling quite proud. All seemed to be going well!

“All right agent now..”  

until they heard a computerized voice on the other end of the ear piece. And a voice saying… brace for impact? And…

“Is that a countdown I’m hearing, but what could…”

Oh no.

“Oh my god, AGENT, ITS FIRING, YOU NEED TO-!”

A deafening explosion reverted through the earth. The ground violently shaking as the building shook. A massive earthquake broke through the earth, all phones were down, the line, silent. The last thing Reginald felt through the mental link, was desperation, and fear. 

They tried to reach their agent through the link. barely retaining their composure.

“Agent… Agent do you copy?”

Silence

Suddenly they felt panic rise, an unexpected wave of desperation washed over them as they called out again, voice breaking.

“Agent come in… Agent do you.. agent please answer… oh god please no… AGENT?!”

They blinked back uninvited tears but still no answer…

They were on their own

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SAD ASS IEYTD FIC

Phoenix watched as all three of the briefcase’s buttons turned blue, they pressed the button, only to be met with dread

There wasn’t enough power.

“No.. no! It can’t be!” Their handler said.

they looked all over the room, time was running out and lives where on the line. Their eyes landed on The only thing that could power the case.

The car battery, that was also the only thing keeping the elevator they were in from plummeting 32 floors with no emergency breaks.

They had just under 30 seconds left before the nukes would launch. It was the only way.

Their handler, seeing their eyes gaze upon the battery immediately knew what they were about to do.

“But agent! If you do that you’ll- you’ll fall to your death!” He said voice cracking with emotion

20 seconds till launch

It took only a moment of hesitation before they reached for the clamps powering the elevator.

10 seconds till launch

“NO! Agent! There must be another way!” Their handler screamed

They kept going as they moved the red clamp and hooked on the case.

5 seconds left till launch

“AGENT! AGENT NO!” Their handler begged

3 seconds till launch

“PHOENIX!”

They clipped the black wire quickly pressed the button, before feeling their stomach drop.

Everything slowed down, they were floating in the small elevator watching as the floors passed them by.

They did it, they saved… the world

It was one of those moments that didn’t feel real, there was no time to process, there was only the fall.

In the agency, they would teach you not to focus on saving the world, but to think about one person. One person you care about, and focus on saving them.

Phoenix didn’t have anyone they cared about. They had no relatives no friends, no partners. So that strategy didn’t work for them.

At least that’s what they thought.

But in this state of limbo, between them, and the ground, one person, came into their mind.

Their handler. He was always there, he was the one constant in their life they could always trust would be there.

And as the distance between them and death became shorter. They thought about how much he actually, cared about them.

He always was there to support, and he was always there to listen. he would always bring a custom cupcake and a glass of champagne to their desk after every mission. How his voice was always there grounding them even in the most dangerous traps.

In fact they think the most scared they’ve been in their life was when they were separated from each other by juniper’s kidnapping. And how relieved they were when he finally found them again.

I guess they finally found that one person.

They didn’t want to die. They knew one day, this job, it was going to kill them. It nearly did already.

But maybe if their handler was safe, then everything was going to be oka-

The end

Reginald’s pov

This was it. He was on the edge of his seat, all they had to do was disarm the nukes. They watched as his agents frantic eyes glossed over the timer. They were panicking.

“Never mind that agent, you’ve got this” he said more to himself than anyone else. Reginald was holding his breath watching as all the lights turned blue.

But it didn’t work. The button was pressed but the briefcase didn’t have enough power left to stop the launch.

“No.. no that can’t be it!” He said

In the back of his mind Reginald knew what his agent only had one option, but he couldn’t accept that. He wouldn’t, not again.

Agent Phoenix though, looked at the battery knew what they had to do.

“But agent if you do that you’ll- you’ll fall to your death!” This wasn’t happening, not again. The kid didn’t deserve this. No one did, but least of all the kid.

It was too late. they watched helplessly as Phoenix reached for the wires, hands shaking.

“No Agent! There must be another way!” The clock was ticking down, with only seconds left. His agent wasn’t stopping. They were going to die.

He watched as they hooked up the last wire

“NO! AGENT NO!” They begged

He saw their agent in the reflection, they had tears down their eyes and.. and they were scared.

“PHEONIX!”

he could only watch as his agent pushed the button…

And dropped

and he watched as the zoraxis headquarters was destroyed in a blast that could level out an entire city.

He watched as the feed cut out and left him staring at his own reflection through the empty monitor.

As haunting sound of static hummed through his headset.

Phoenix was dead.

Not missing, or kidnapped.

Dead.

That was when he finally registered the loud cheers that had erupted in the office, other handlers celebrated another victory.

He felt something wet fall on his hand.

Tears.

When did he start crying?

It was at that moment he realized why this was so hard, after all this wasn’t the first time he had lost an agent.

It’s just that this time, he broke the first rule you learn at the agency.

Never. get attached.

Your agent will die.

You won’t be able to save them.

and if you get attached, it will be your fault.

Attachment makes you emotional, and emotions make you dangerous.

After all, if Your mind is your greatest strength.

Then your heart is your worst enemy.

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OK SO NO ONE WANTED TO TELL ME THERE WAS AN ENTIRE WEEK DEDICATED TO MY BABY BOI AND I MISSED IT?!?!!

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Billsona I guess??

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So true!!

POV: Handler exists

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