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Handler week day 2!

For day #2 of Handler week I wanted to draw my favorite OC x Canon ship Reginess (Reginald x Pheoness) I am actually kinda impressed of how it turned out

they got tea💛💙

…..and I’ll add this cause why not

A few minutes later

Worker on the P.A: will a Reginald Crane come pick up their child at the front desk?

*the gang goes shopping*

Reginald: okay, Phoenix, no wandering off. In order to keep you out of trouble, one of us will be holding your hand at all times so you can't leave.

Phoenix: *looking down at both of their empty hands ten minutes later when everyone else got distracted and walked away* ... Hm...

Phoenix: *slips away from the group so quietly no one notices* a shadow in the night.

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:/

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.)

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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

It would Happen E-van-tually

(Just basically Pheonix and Pheoness’s reactions moving into the van that I turned into a trailer)

Pheoness was pretty pissed, after saving the world, she thought she would at least get a bigger office, but no, they get a TRAILER. She could curse out the higher ups there and then, but she didn’t want Phoenix’s precious, innocent ears to hear. Pheonix, on the other hand, seemed to be happy in their new environment though, bouncing on the couch bed like a hyperactive child “This is amazing!” He squeals “Yea, the claustrophobic shower is great too…” Pheoness scoffs sarcastically, searching around the place and mumbling to herself annoyed. She misses her old office even more. But even though all this new change clouded 50% of her thoughts, the night before took the other half of her brain. “I know that look…” Pheonix snickers “You’re thinking about that night with Reggie, weren’t you?” Pheoness sighed, taking a seat. She told him about that night but it always seemed to be brought up again. “I just don’t know, Pheonix. Something just felt…..different….the slight heaviness in his accent when he was speaking,…the way his coffee brown eyes glow in the dim light. Crap, that didn’t feel like when I talk to people normally…maybe it was just the stress of . situation..” she rambled, stopping abruptly at when Pheonix put a hand on her arm “Pheoness, Relax. Breathe. You’re gonna stress yourself out..plus, I think it’s pretty obvious.” She looks at him questionably “And if it’s so obvious, then please care to explain?” Pheonix smirks “You’re in loooooove~” He teases. It takes a few seconds for her to process before she glows scarlet. Love? LOVE?! No…it couldn’t be. She didn’t even care about anyone a few years back, there’s no way. “You’re crazy. There could be any other explanation!” She scoffs. She was incapable of feeling love, it was a fact. Everyone knew that. “Oh come onnnnnn, you always seem to notice the smallest things about him.” Pheonix urges on “Well that’s strictly cause I’m observant. Completely platonic. Plus, it’s agency rules to be in a romantic relationship with another employee.” Pheonix’s smile fades into a frustrated pout, it seems like he supported the idea, but he couldn’t argue with Agency Rules. “Hey, I know what would cheer you up. Look behind you.” Pheoness says and Phoenix’s eyes widen in joy seeing the beautiful object behind him “MINI FRIDGE?!” “MINI FRIDGE!” And they dash to the mini fridge and yap about it like chihuahuas while scarfing down all the food that wascurrently in the fridge. Even if they have to go on ANOTHER death defying mission in a few days, they might as well take the joys of their new home (And the food) While they still can)

CAN WE PLS DO THIS?!

So, I had an idea.

If you guys have the time, can you all make a full body of your style of Reginald and send it to me by 9/21 so we can do a big collab for the last day of Handler week?

I really would like it.

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:)

”Oh brother….yknow what, just sit down for a minute.”

”You’re as lightweight as Pheonix.”

Kai is wandering around the place, probably lost again, and finds an office with a door slightly open. He stops for a moment, considering just going about his day, but (being the slightly nosy person he is) decides some friendly conversation couldn't hurt.

He pushes the door open, "Anyone in here?"

@agent--shadow

”Who’s there?” Pheoness remarks, leaning back on her favorite spinney chair

(@eod-agent-13-12)

Hi, Pheoness and Pheonix!

13-12 here. Happy New Year! May next year be better for you!

Rooting for you with your Reggie!

I'm glad to have met you this year!

With love,

13-12

(Wyv here! Happy New Year! I hope 2025 is full of fun memories for you, no matter the fandom! Stay awesome and I hope you're thriving whichever fandom you choose to partake in!)

AWWWWWWWW thank you so much Wyv!!!!!!!

Love all you guys in the Ieytd fandom so much even though I’m not that active in it🫶🫶🫶

Happy new years guys

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