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captainsophiestark · 5 months ago

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Filed Away

Agent Carter Gen

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Written for "Do As Peggy Says: An Agent Carter Zine"! If you haven't checked it out yet, find the finished zine here or check us out @agentcarterzine!

Fandom: Agent Carter

Summary: The AC Chaos Trio are looking for leads on the person who shot Jack, but it's a little harder when the New York SSR's file room is such a mess.

Word Count: 2,101

Category: Angst, Fluff, Humor

A/N: Special shoutout and thanks to @ghostofskywalker, both for being the best co-mod I could've asked for and for letting me have fun with her SSR file room headcanon, one of my favorites of all time!

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Hey!" called Jack, his voice ringing out and shattering the otherwise quiet peace of the office. "Either of you pull the file we had on that European crime syndicate a while back?"

Peggy and Daniel sighed in sync, taking their time bringing their eyes from their work to their friend. Jack still looked a little paler than normal, still recovering from the bullet wound that'd nearly killed him and definitely pushing himself too soon. But his haughty posture and attitude didn't drop for a second as he stared down his friends, hands on his hips.

"No, I haven't pulled it yet," answered Daniel, leaning back in his chair and turning to Peggy. "You?"

"No, although it may be a good lead to follow up on."

"Great," Jack huffed. "I don't suppose there's any way I can convince you to go grab that file for me? Since you think it's a good lead and all."

"Not a chance in this or any other world, Jack."

"Fine. Then I guess I'll be back."

With that, Jack turned and headed for the file room of the New York SSR. Peggy kept a very neutral expression on her face until he'd passed, then turned to Daniel with her mouth quirked up in a smile.

The two shared a knowing look, neither surprised when, a moment later, Jack's voice came shouting from the file room

"What the hell is this?"

A moment later, the blond reappeared, a furious scowl on his face. Peggy and Daniel just watched him calmly, nonplussed.

"Either of you wanna tell me why it looks like a bomb went off in my file room?" Jack asked, crossing his arms as he watched his two friends. Peggy just shrugged.

"I'd say most likely it's because the Chief in this office hasn't set foot in that room once in the past year or more that he's been Chief."

Jack narrowed his eyes at Peggy, but she didn't budge. Finally, he sighed, rolling his eyes and throwing up his hands in defeat.

"Fine. Whatever. You 've made your point, I shouldn't have dumped all my filing on you and Sousa. Congratulations. Now what's the plan for actually finding this information we need to get to start tracking down leads on the guy who shot me?"

Peggy sighed. She looked to Daniel, who gave her a shrug, then finally turned back to Jack.

"I suppose the three of us are just going to have to stay here and keep digging until we find it."

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Peggy had been right on the verge of telling Jack that he'd just have to sit in the file room all night looking for their case, since he was the one who'd cause the problem in the first place by refusing to ever do his own filing. But they needed to get the wheels turning on their case sooner rather than later, and the best way to do that was by finding this file, which would simply go faster if they worked together. So, here they were, sprawled around the SSR's file room with papers spread all around them, searching together for what they needed.

"Hey, you remember this?" asked Daniel, holding out the file he'd been scanning through to Peggy. "we caught that guy trying to copy a bunch of Stark's work."

Peggy took the file and scanned it quickly, then huffed.

"Oh yes, I remember him. I didn't tihnk it was possible to build a more unstable version of Howard's muscle relaxer, but somehow he managed."

"I have never been happier to not be on a case with the two of you," Jack chimed in. "And that's saying something."

Peggy scoffed and gave the file one last look before tossing it on the floor beside her. She leaned her back against the filing cabinet she'd been sitting in front of and let out a long sigh. They'd been in here searching for any lead, including the crime syndicate, for so long that the sky was just starting to lighten outside the window.

"This is turning into a massive waste of time," Peggy said, looking between Jack and Daniel. "If we think this case is tied to that nonsense file on me that Jack got in London, then I think it's time we just go to London and do some investgating on our own. There's no guarantee of a lead on whoever shot Thompson in this files anyway, so we may as well go be on the ground following up on things ourselves."

Daniel sighed and set down his own stack of files. "I agree. We're wasting time and resources here, we need to go follow up on leads in person."

"Jack?" asked Peggy, turning to the unusually quiet Thompson. "What do you think?"

Jack didn't respond. Instead, he kept staring holes in the wall just over Peggy's head. She shared a brief, concerned look with Daniel, then turned back to Thompson.

"Jack?" Peggy prompted, leaning forward just enough to give him a light nudge with her foot. He cleared his throat and plastered on a smile that didn't convince either of the experienced agents in the room with him.

"Yeah, I guess we'd better book some plane tickets. Home is calling you, Carter."

Peggy frowned. "Thompson, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said with a shrug. "Other than being stuck in this room so long the sun's starting to come up."

"Thompson," Peggy repeated, a sterner, disbelieving tone to her voice. Jack looked between her and Daniel, finding the same steely, not-letting-this-go look on both their faces. He sighed and rolled his eyes, then stood.

"Knock it off, both of you," he said. "I'm fine."

Peggy scoffed, not budging rom her seat on the floor.

"That is clearly not true," she said. Jack rolled his eyes, but Daniel picked up right where Peggy's left off.

"You're not a bad liar, Jack, but I don't think you coulda sold Samberly on that one."

Jack shook his head, but he didn't leave the file room either. If he'd tried, Daniel was ready with his crutch in one hand to trip Jack up and make him stay and talk, if all else failed. Instead, he crossed to the window in the back of the room, looking out at the city as the morning crowd was just starting to wake up, the night owls finally heading for bed. Peggy just watched him, employing her favorite interogation tactic of leaving a silence for the other person to eventually fill.

Jack did not disappoint. He spoke after a moment, his voice quieter and free of the usual bluster.

"You just don't ever expect to come back from the war only to almost bite it at home, you know?"

Peggy glanced over at Daniel. They both knew how that felt.

Peggy got to her feet, moving to stand just a little closer to Jack. Enough for a more serious conversation, but not crowding him. She leaned against one of the now-empty file racks as Daniel also got to his feet behind her.

"None of us like to think about that aspect of our jobs, Jack," Peggy said. "And if we think about it too much, it makes us worse at our jobs. But knowing that doesn't mean much when we're forced to think about it."

"Exactly," Daniel agreed, coming to stand beside her. "I mean, I wasn't Krzeminski's best friend, but losing him hurt for more reasons than one. Being reminded we're still risking our lives on the regular always hurts."

Jack shook his head, still not turning around.

"I think I came closer to dying here than I did over there. Every time somebody knocks on my door I freeze, like it might be that masked son of a bitch coming back to finish the job."

"That's normal, Jack," Peggy said softly. "And it's worse in a way, to know that death can find you here, too, where we're supposed to be safe from the things we faced and fought in the war. But you're not alone in dealing with it, and it will get better."

"And besides, we're around now. Anybody who wants to take another shot at you will have to go through us first."

Jack snorted, but he finally turned away from the window to face Peggy and Daniel.

"Thanks, you two. I'm sure I'll be fine. It's just..."

"We know," Peggy said, stepping in as Jack trailed off. "Out of anyone, Jack, we understand."

He nodded, not quite able to muster a response as he looked between his two friends. They gave him tight smiles and nods back, sharing the rare serious moment between the three of them. Then, Daniel sighed and fixed Jack with a grin.

"You know, if anybody's gonna take a shot at you again, it'll probably be me or Peggy. Nobody else stands a chance, they'll have to get in line."

"Other than perhaps the next agent who needs to find something in here," Peggy added. She turned to scan the room as Jack snorted at them both, his usual swagger and confidence returning to replace the vulnerability. "That agent will likely be comeing for us all, and with good reason."

"Yeah, speaking of which, what do we want to do about all this?" asked Daniel. In their effort to find the file they'd first been looking for, they'd torn the room apart, leaving boxes and files in a more disorganized mess than when they'd started--which was really saying something. "I mean, do we want to do something about it? Like... organize it, finally?"

No one answered right away, the three agents instead standing in silence, shoulder to shoulder as they surveyed the destroyed space around them. Light from outside was just starting to creep through as Peggy and Daniel at last turned to Jack.

"You're the one who still works out of this office," Peggy said with a shrug. "What do you want to do."

Jack sighed, long and heavy, then threw his hands up in defeat.

"Screw it. It's not like it was that much better before, and we got along fine. Besides, if I'm still stuck in this room when the sun comes I'm, I'm gonna lose it. Let's get out of here and get some plane tickets and breakfast. Somebody else can deal with this later."

Peggy grinned. "I think that sounds like an excellent idea. Are you taking orders?"

"You know, Carter, I would, but I'd rather all three of us get the hell out of this office to go somewhere else instead."

"Maybe we can find a place that'll make us beans on toast, or whatever the hell you people eat over there," Daniel added with a look towards Peggy as the three headed out of the file room. She just rolled her eyes.

"Have you ever tried beans on toast, Daniel?"

"No, but-"

"Then I don't think you get to criticize it."

"I can tell you right now I'm not ever eating that," Jack chimed in. "If I've learned one thing from being shot, it's to not waste whatever time I have left on things like beans on toast."

"If the two of you are so determined to dislike everything in the UK, I can just as easily go without you," Peggy said, head high as she walked ahead of the men, the three of them heading straight out the doors of the SSR without looking back. Daniel chuckled and Jack scoffed.

"Just try it, Carter. You couldn't get rid of us if you tried."

Peggy turned to them both with a raised eyebrow as they came to a stop in the elevator. After a beat, Jack sighed.

"Alright, maybe you could get rid of us if you tried. But then we'd just have two investigations running at once, which is a waste of time."

"Luckily for you, Jack, the two of you have somehow convinced me I'd rather work with you than not. Despite the inevitable cracks about my home country."

"Really feeling the love, Peggy," joked Daniel.

"So sweet you gave me a toothache," Jack chimed in. Peggy just rolled her eyes and shook her head as the elevator doors swung open and she headed out into the city without waiting for either of the boys. She knew they'd be right behind her, like they always were lately. A little team that had each other's backs. And despite one memeber of the team being Jack Thompson, Peggy really wouldn't have wished for anyone else.

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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 2 years ago

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twst floyd #twst jade #floyd leech #jade leech #twst ssr #twst dorm ssr #floyd dorm ssr #jade dorm ssr #aerin.jpg #my post 📫#l'hôtel.twistedwonderland #l'hôtel.twst #twst.floyd #twst.jade #and this officially concludes my octavinelle dorm ssr trio fjdjjff

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redvanillabee · 3 months ago

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Fun fact, in the original S1 promo Peggy actually had a medal!

They cut it from the final version of the show, and I’ve been trying to find a high def enough version of the promo to read the words to no avail. Wonder what made them cut it.

outstanding leadership, extraordinary initiative, & steadfast devotion to duty

Daniel&Jack&Peggy, and medals earned in wartime.

"You ever notice that Thompson doesn't talk about the Navy Cross?"

Peggy froze in the middle of adding milk to her tea. After a moment, she put the bottle down and stirred carefully, thoughts racing. Without turning to Daniel or letting her surprise inflect her voice, she said, "What do you mean?"

Daniel shrugged, a little jerkily. "I don't know. Everything's always bigger and better with him, you know? He'll tell you how much he earns or how long his - ah, you know, he'll brag. But he changes the topic every time it comes up."

She tapped the spoon against the side of her cup. "Perhaps he -" She broke off, struggling for the words that would turn Daniel's attention away from the issue. "Perhaps he simply doesn't like to talk about things that happened over there. We've all been there; it's never anything like the medals or newsreels seem to say it was."

"Yeah, sure," Daniel said. "It just doesn't seem like Thompson to not tell everyone he knows about it."

"You don't talk about your Purple Heart," Peggy pointed out, not ungently. Daniel stiffened.

"That's different."

"It is," Peggy agreed. "It's different for all of us."

A pair of familiar footsteps joined them at the office commissary before Daniel could respond. Peggy glanced back down into her cup and added a generous spoonful of sugar.

"I see my top agents are spending their workday productively," Jack remarked, his smirk a sharp line in his face.

Peggy shot him a rather arch look. "I see Chief Thompson is having an equally productive day," she said. "Have you admitted defeat yet?"

Jack made a face. He'd been fighting, along with Agent Faut and some rather obnoxious pencil-pushers, to balance the New York SSR's budget for the better part of the week. Most of his morning had been spent in a meeting with the senator's aide.

"I got 'em on the ropes," he said. Daniel clears his throat, rather judgementally.

Peggy isn't quite sure who he's been more upset with recently: Jack, for taking the promotion, or her, for not being bothered by it.

His attitude was a bit annoying, to be honest. Frankly, she was never going to receive a Medal of Honor or the position as New York Chief, no matter who advocated for her or what evidence was presented to the U.S. government. Daniel had to know that, too; the man wasn't stupid. And he had to realize that having Jack in charge, where they could keep an eye on him, was better than any alternative.

"We were discussing wartime medals," Peggy said instead of all that. Jack stiffened; Daniel noticed; Peggy rolled her eyes. "I once knew a man who earned an Order of the Bath for strategic actions in battle." She considered the memory. "He had terrible teeth."

"Order of the Bath?" Jack said, disbelieving.

"For conspicuous heroism taking place in a sauna," Daniel said. Both men laughed. Peggy sniffed. They had no respect, these Americans.

"What about Carter?" Jack asked, still laughing.

Peggy blinked at him. "What about me?" she said.

"What kind of awards did Agent Peggy Carter deign to accept?"

"I didn't earn any," Peggy said stiffly. "Women aren't combatants."

That's a bit of an oversimplification, she will admit in the privacy of her own mind. There were a few medals she could have theoretically earned, from the Americans and her own government, had circumstances regarding her service not been so, well, unique.

Some Englishwomen had received medals, but their service had been different than hers - usually as pilots or somesuch, not the covert missions she had in occupied France and Nazi Germany.

She may have qualified from the U.S. Women's Army Corps Service Medal, although it perhaps would have required Colonel Phillips to pull a few strings. Peggy had occupied a strange place in the war: a woman, first of all, and therefore not allowed in combat or eligible to receive medals for heroism under fire. But she had also been a spy, someone who technically didn't exist; and a British operative working for the Americans. Both sides had simply sort of - cut her loose, after victory was obtained and she was no longer useful.

It was only due to Colonel Phillips' recommendation that she had this job in the first place. Peggy pursed her lips, then shook herself out of her thoughts.

Only to find the two men staring at her like they had just been dunked in ice water. It was a bit unsettling. She took a sip of tea.

"Anyway," she said. "I actually do have work to do. Daniel, try to keep in mind what I was saying."

Jack was frowning at her. Daniel was frowning, too, but his gaze flicked to Jack once when she spoke, before he nodded.

"Sure thing," he said, and shifted on his crutch out of her way to let her back to her desk.

: :

Peggy frequently found herself the last person in the office, nowadays, with the possible exceptions being Daniel and Jack. Right now, Daniel's dark head of curls was bent over his desk and Jack's light was still on in his office, although the blinds were drawn.

They've all been working in a companionable silence for the last two hours. Daniel was eating something that smelled hot and spiced at his desk; little noises kept coming from the Chief's office, the sound of a file cabinet being opened or the desk chair being pushed back.

For Peggy's part, she's been combing through reports of gun sales to women matching Dottie's description in the tri-state area. She has found three that warrant a closer look, and was just about to get herself another cup of tea and really settle in when Jack's door opened and he slouched out.

He stopped in front of her desk. She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. He stared at her for a second, looking troubled.

"Yes?" she ventured, when it became clear he wasn't going to say anything to her.

"Can I talk to you?" he asked, rather abruptly.

Daniel was looking at them now. Peggy drummed her fingernails on her desk, then nodded and followed Jack into his office, where he shut the door behind them.

He then proceeded to stand at his desk, hands braced against the wood, staring blankly. Peggy was honestly starting to get worried, not that she thought letting Jack know that was a good idea.

"Chief Thompson?" she said. She didn't touch his arm, but it was a close thing.

Jack opened his desk drawer and pulled out a box. It looked like a large jewelry box and was made of navy blue leather, with gold detailing. Peggy didn't need to ask what was inside it - even if it hadn't had the name of the medal printed on it in little gold letters, she would have known.

"You should have it," Jack said. His face was grim and set.

"Jack!" Peggy said, shocked.

"You should have it," he insisted. "I don't - it shouldn't be me, anyway. And you deserve it, Peggy. We both know that." Jack glanced at her, then glanced away. "I was going to put it out on my desk but - I couldn't. I can't. You should have it."

Peggy stared at him, feeling like her heart was in her throat. Jack Thompson was a liar, and a fraud, and a self-serving, arrogant pain-in-the-arse to work with, but sometimes he still surprised her.

And, anyway, it would do no one any favors to make this into a bigger deal than it already was. She nodded, and carefully took the box and tucked it under one arm.

"I'll keep it safe," she said quietly. Then, more briskly, "Do you want me to brief you on the progress I've made in the Underwood case?"

"Christ," Jack said, rubbing his eyes. He laughed, a little wetly. "Yeah, that'd be great. Tell me you got something."

They talked for a few minutes. Jack agreed with her that there was meat in the rumor of a bank robbery being planned, although neither of them could fathom why a notorious Communist would want to rob a bank. When Peggy left his office with the Navy Cross in hand, Jack was pouring himself a Scotch, looking exhausted and like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Daniel looked up as Peggy fastened the clasps of her purse and got her coat. "You leaving?" he asked, and then considered her more closely. "Are you okay, Peggy?"

"Yes," she said. "Just, you know." She looked at Jack's office door and clutched the rectangular shape in her purse tighter. "I need to get home."

"I'll walk you out," Daniel said, still watching her. "I'm just about done here anyway."

Peggy waited while he grabbed his coat, hat, and briefcase. She had to watch her pace a bit when she's walking with Daniel, but the company was usually worth it. Tonight, she was tired and a little shaken and a bit too reflective, and she appreciated the distraction of having to make small talk with Daniel as they walked to the subway station together.

As they were waiting for her train - hers was due in four minutes; Daniel's, in six - Daniel said, apropos of nothing, "I guess I just never expect Thompson to care enough about anything to feel, I don't know." He looked across the platform blankly. "Shame or guilt or, or loss. Or anything."

Peggy looked at him. "I know what you mean," she said.

"You know why he doesn't talk about the Navy Cross." It wasn't a question. Daniel wasn't looking at her.

Peggy tucked her heavy purse tighter to her torso and breathed out slowly. "Yes," she said. Just yes, and nothing else.

Daniel nodded, still staring across the empty platform. "Is it something I should know about?"

She gave that some thought. "It's not something I'm going to tell you," she said finally. "Not without Jack's permission, which I don't think he'd give. But it doesn't change who he is, not really. It might explain some of what he's done, recently." Then, because she wanted to be honest with Daniel: "Although you may not like the explanation."

He dipped his chin to his chest. "Alright," he said, then again, quieter, "Alright."

Her train arrived, and Peggy boarded, wishing Daniel a good night. Peggy observed him through the car's dirty, cracked window, a dark figure braced on his crutch, looking down at the concrete beneath his shoes. Peggy put one hand into her purse, pressing her palm against Jack's medal as she watched him.

As the train pulled away from the platform, Daniel seemed to shake himself and turned toward the opposite tracks, where his train going the other direction was arriving.

#also I love love love the fic #love fics that dive deep into these three digging deep and even being angsty #also I love the reference in the title I do care for this kind of stuff #ssr trio #fics #ficlet #the title is based on the requirements for being awarded a navy cross btw. in case you cared.#<- taking prev tag for posterity #agent carter

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redvanillabee · 2 years ago

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peggy to daniel at some point in the early 1950s, probably: thank goodness they invented suspenders with clips. I'm not putting in buttons in all your pants just because you decided to start dressing like jack thompson

#peggysous #aos s7 #ssr trio #my stuff #agent carter

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octahyde · 2 months ago

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Ok I saw the PreCure Leak (as I’m calling it because I’m 400 fucking years old and have been there for every Precure leak since smile’s) of the Nightmare designs… they look fake to me (esp idias) because they’re way too uniform for the Halloween events and I will be disappointed if they’re real in that regard.

Regardless Leona looks fucking sick and we’re guaranteed at least him as an SSR, if not most of savanaclaw because they’ve never had a Halloween SSR whereas every other dorm has 2 (minus scarabia) and Hearts has like 3

#Really don’t have any opinions and will be satisfied with the other ssr options because my oshis are out of the way w playful land rerelease #So I don’t have to grind so hard for Halloween next year BYE.#Leona might be tempting though. He’s my fav immediately after Oshi Trio

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xx-justsomeguy-xx · 9 months ago

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fragrant dream is the first 4 star card i’ve gotten to r3… that’s so fucking correct and appropriate for how much it has lingered in my brain and driven me to write thousands of words for rafayel in very little time

#and actual prose too and not outlines shsjshsja #my god truly #also!! im like 28 pulls away from the 2nd ssr box #im INCHES away from possibly getting raf’s myth pair #i really hope i score one of the AB cards through banner pulls though #i have zayne’s pair and one of xav’s myth cards #if i get one of raf’s myths that means i can complete the trio…

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redvanillabee · 2 years ago

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Jack Thompson: And once again, the Agents of the SSR save the day!

Rose: You didn't do anything. It was all Peggy and Daniel.

Jack Thompson: We're a package deal, everyone knows that.

#jack thompson #rose roberts #peggy carter #daniel sousa #ssr trio #(i must have meant to queue this for archive and accidentally reblogged to main)#(cos half the tags here were like archive tags)#(they've been removed now lol)#agent carter

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 5 months ago

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last set of tsumsitter ssr groovies 👀

THE TIME HAS COME

First is Pomefiore!! (Edit: The initial version of this Groovy is on the left; Rook is missing the golden Pomefiore markings on his robes. There was an update to fix this. The updated version is on the right.)

The trio is framed by a border of colorful lights, which reminds me a lot of old-fashioned movie theater signs (though not as colorful). If you look closely at the top and bottom, it seems they are posed for a candid photograph and it’s being posted to Magicam or something?? Rook and Epel look super crisp here, which I love!! I think Epel is posing with his hands held behind his back. This paired with his smile and the slight bird’s eye view of his face makes him look super cute please don’t beat me up for saying that, Epel. And Rook is being showy and familiar as usual, even putting one hand on Vil’s shoulder. Vil isn’t cringing or uncomfortable with it, which goes to show that he and Rook are truly good friends.

As for Vil, it’s rare to see him posed casually like this. Most of his cards feature him posed in very “model”-like and mature ways, so to have just one hand on hip, leaning forward slightly, and gripping his grimoire is unique for him (I mostly associate this pose with Ace, lol). His smile is quite casual too—it’s not quite the full catty smirk he has in his live2D model, it’s a lot more subtle and playful.

BahacTeHWWRVwkkwwm YHE VIL TSUM STeALS THE SHOW ThoUGH 😭 (You can tell it’s smiling despite the lack of a visible mouth) from how its eyes!! The placement of the Tsum is also funny. With Pomefiore’s peacock throne in the background, it forms sort of an angelic halo around… the sentient stuffed toy… Proof that Tsum Vil is a heavenly being/j

Next is Ignihyde!!

The Shroud brothers return to Cyberspace, that blue void with tons of ethereal floating screens, particle effects, and code www I don’t know what those three pink balls of flame are in the background, but there being three of them is a consistent theme for Ignihyde. Three pink fireballs, three Shroud brothers, three heads of Cerberus! I wish I could say more here, but I’m basically a Malleus when it comes to tech—

Idia’s pose isn’t anything we haven’t seen before (just at different angles of it, I suppose). But!! It feels different here and adding Ortho definitely adds to it. The Pokémon trainer energy of the initial art carries over to the Groovy. Idia looks like a smug, tough trainer looking down on you with a cocky grin and his face half-shadowed.

Ortho floats almost menacingly next to his big brother, his face entirely shadowed. His aura is like a phantom (fitting) or even like a Pokémon on standby waiting for the chance to fire off a Hyper Beam. This might be me overthinking things, but I wonder if the amount of light on the brothers’ faces references the original Ortho. Robo!Ortho’s face is entirely darkened because his parallel has passed on. Idia’s face is only partially shadowed because while he was close to stepping over to the “other side”, he ultimately found hope and was able to continue living, this time for himself and on his own terms.

I LIKE HoW TSUM IDIA HAS ITS OWN sCREEN TO WORK OFF OF TOO 😭 IBRO IS MAkING A sUS FACE TOO, IT’S GLEEfUL AbOUT WhAtEVRr it’S UP TO… That makes me think that it’s hard at work… I dunno, hacking something systems fnksgwiwozlapaeb Watch out, a Tsum near you might infect your computer and then bounce away happily after ruining all your programs and files.

Last but not least… Diasomnia!! THIS ONE’S MY fAVORITE OF THE SSR TSUMSITTER GROUP, WHICH I WAs NOT EXPecTING AT ALL 🤡

The violet backlight is fantastic—it adds an interesting lighting to the illustration and highlights the green flames and Silver and Sebek’s bright eyes. And speaking of Sebek and Silver, LOOK AT THEM JUST LOOK AT THEM???????? More specifically, Sebek’s arms (they look ultra meaty somehow) and Silver’s whole face(that lopsided smile??? HELLO?????)!! On either side of Malleus like that… Peak bodyguard, I REPEAT, PEAK BODYGUARD

With Lilia bringing up the rear, the three form a perfect squad to surround and to protect their liege. cbsjsbevejwlw I like that Lilia is different than Silver and Sebek; he’s hanging out upside down (as he usually does) and bears a huuuge grin, completely having fun in the moment. (… How does his hat stay on like that when he’s fighting gravity though?)

Up front and center is Malleus of course! He’s wielding his spindle staff like a king might a scepter. This with his fierce face gives the impression of a leader marching into battle with his retainers. You get a real good shot of his teeth and reptilian eyes here which I’m sure the Malleus stans are going feral for right now—and with the limelight shining down on him, he looks almost hopeful for once instead of downtrodden or gloomy.

THE TSUM MALLEUS LOOKS SO FUNKY PLACED tHERE cnsnwveuxvDFsFjqk Just. Cheekily There on Malleus’s shoulder… Because Maleficent and Diablo is a known combination, the image of those two as master and minion comes to mind. Imagine Malleus blasting you with lightning, pausing to listen to his Tsum whispering a suggestion into his ear, and then telling you the Tsum has advised that he blast you with a second strike 💀

Aaaaaah, the Tsumsitter SSR Groovies are some of the best in this game 😭 So glad they’re finally over though, it’s stressful saving rolls for what you know would be a limited event with multiple SSR banners, lol

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