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Reginald: ... Have you seen Agent Phoenix?

Roxana: I haven't. Why are you asking?

Reginald: I could've sworn I've seen them closeby. Thank you.

Roxana: Wait. Are they going on a mission?

Reginald: No, they are not. But they are in trouble for emptying my fountain pens.

Reginald: It is quite fortunate. Roxana, I have an idea.

Roxana, getting the hint with a smile on her face: ... Count me in. It's been a while since we'd done a prank.

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holding an oc closely.... if you had a fandom would people be insane about you....

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Toucan discovers a traffic cam. video

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Merry Christmas, @wyvchard! In the upcoming 2025 I wish you great adventures, fantastic inspiration, new experience, tons of cat memes, loyal and supportive friends, good luck and lots of love and happiness!!!

Your posts, your art, your fanfics bring me happy mood every day. It's always pleasurable to read stories about Florian meeting agents from different dimensions. That's very nice of you to welcome new ieytd artists to the big IEYTD community, to write to their oc's as Florian, to create new exciting adventures with them!

You are very special to the ieytd community and you're very talented writer by yourself ( your non ieytd stories and oc's are also very interesting). You play the major role in the ieytd world! You keep this fandom alive and more, you even unite different ieytd fans around the whole tumblr! You create massive new roleplay stories in which every agent help and support other agents and every handler supports other handlers!!!

That is awesome!!! YOU ARE AWESOME!!! Never forget what an interesting, talented, funny and friendly person you are! 🩵

Thank you so much! Merry Christmas to you as well!

And I'll try to remember that! Thank you so much for this message! /gen

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Technically this is ieytd because it’s set in @phoenix-and-found-family ‘s au but it doesn’t actually do much more than vaguely mention entities involved in ieytd.

Thanks to @eight-cats-in-a-box for beta reading and help with the ending.

@mariiiibug @wyvchard @pandagobrr Here’s the writing

There was a house a little ways away. The family that lived there was strange. With wings of fabric and feathers that moved on their own. When they were asked how their wings moved they’d just laugh. But they were nice. 

The youngest was cheerful and many kids spent their afternoons playing with him. The second youngest was laid back and was always up to push people in boxes down the hill. One of the twins was courteous and often apologized while her siblings giggled behind her. The other was wild and people are still finding the ribbons he tied into bows everywhere. The mother was a rule breaker and it’s a miracle she wasn’t banned from the local grocery store. The father was quiet and always had delicious baked goods to share.

Then something changed. The parents grew quiet and worried, and when asked the kids didn’t know why. Whispers started. Maybe they had gotten involved with the mafia? The mother was always a rule breaker but the parents had respectable jobs with a big company. Maybe something with the company? There were rumors that the company didn’t treat employees well but those rumors were always quickly smothered. 

And one night the neighbors were awoken by an explosion and fire lighting up the night. The fire crackled and burned but no one ran out of the house. It took the firetrucks an hour to get there. There wasn’t much left to save.

Five bodies were recovered. The youngest body was never found. The fire must have cremated it, people whispered. 

The explosion was a gas leak that ignited, the police said. Just a random tragedy, the newspapers said. Whispers and glances were exchanged but no one spoke up, no one wanted a gas leak.

The house stood alone, walls turned to rubble or burned black and brittle. No one bought it. No one wanted it. 

Stories about that house started to be told. About how sometimes it seems like it never stopped burning. That you can hear the crackle of fire and explosions in the dead of night. That sometimes there’s a voice calling for their mama or papa. That sometimes you can hear wailing and thuds.

The dawn brings silence, the house falling quiet and still.

Four years have passed since that horrible night and the stories about the house only grow.

“I saw someone in a window once,” a kid whispered to her friends. 

“I saw smoke coming from the house last night,” a teenager said to their parents only to go quiet when their parents asked why they were out.

“I swear you can still smell burnt feathers from it. Smells horrible,” a woman complained to her coworkers.

“I got this scar from that house! A vase shattered by my head and it cut me!” a man exclaimed to murmurs of disbelief from his enraptured audience.

“…Did anyone ever find that kid’s body?” a stranger asks. They frown at the headshakes they get. 

No body was ever found. No one could prove anything, not then and not now. No one wants to look through the secrets the fire holds to find it. The voice pleading for help still cries and drifts through the wreckage. And he still burns.

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Thank you so much!

I absolutely love the way the two interacted when I read them!

My work for @wyvchard, courtesy of the ieytd holiday gift exchange. I was asked for hurt/comfort, and I certainly delivered something along those lines. Hope you enjoy!

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Merry (almost) Christmas agents!

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A video game where you can move the camera POV around in the cutscenes, but it impacts the gameplay somewhat. If you keep looking at things other than the thing happening at the scene, you might not get the information you needed from the scene, and later on the dialogue options feature you asking about them instead of talking about the things you should have seen, and the NPCs may respond negatively to the fact that you evidently weren't paying attention to the Huge Fucking Demon Explosion because you were too busy looking at a bug.

You might actually die if you get distracted and wiggle the camera too much during certain cutscenes - if you look around too much during the villain's monologue, they'll go LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU and just start beating you instead of continuing to ramble through their speech.

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Jolly, Melancholy, Holly

Elira is not quite jolly before Christmas, despite always being known for having a gentle smile all the time.

Content Warnings: Discussions of the Christmas story (including the dark parts like child death), Complicated sibling dynamics

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"I don't think you're really into Christmas." Nathaniel, Elira's brother, watched as his sister tie off another basket with a bow and slide it towards him. "You look... serious. Instead of, you know, full of holiday cheer."

"It might be because I still have other sides of the Christmas story in mind, you know? It wasn't just the angels coming down and celebrating." She snapped her fingers, casting a spell that prevents minor damage on the next basket.

Violet eyes met Nate's own red. "Can you imagine Mary and Joseph? They know about the prophecy. But even before that... an unmarried couple with a child? In a time where children born into such circumstances are most likely seen as shameful?"

"Can you imagine the humiliation Joseph endured? Him wondering if Mary wasn't as faithful as he thought? The passage did say he wanted to divorce her quietly. Planned to. Until the angel came. I don't know about you but I'm sure there are a lot of men who would immediately try to humiliate their partners when the only logical explanation is infidelity. Some people may definitely think he's a fool... or shameful."

Nate watched as she finished off another basket, careful to avoid launching it off the table. "... I don't know what I'll do if I was in his shoes. I could try to be that man but..."

The corners of her lips raised, eyes glimmering as she used a ribbon to tap his head, patting his violet hair to the side. His cheek closely matched the color of his eyes.

"You're doing well. I think. We're not really that... different, I guess. The discussions of that aspect can be quite... graphic. Christmas isn't really as much of a happy time as some may think."

"Only you would think something like this. Well, not literally but..." He sighed, catching another basket to put it in the proper area.

"I suppose I have a lot of complicated feelings towards celebrating birthdays of some important figures."

He paused, hand hovering in the air as he stared at her. His shoulders slumped.

"Do you think our parents will be happy? I'm... sure this isn't the life they wanted us to live." Her mumbling echoed in the quiet room, with them only being the occupants.

Clenching his fist as he tugged on his shirt, he took a few seconds of quiet contemplation. "I... wasn't old enough to remember them. But if any words they said were true, they wouldn't be happy with everything we did... but they'll be at peace. I'm... still sorry for that."

"Is that honest, or is that your usual phrasing to comfort grieving souls when helping out in your business?" Her eyes stared at him, brow raised as she paused her fingers on the ribbons.

"Would you like to know?"

"I'll just accept it as is."

"... Is this going to be our tradition now? Taking a day off before the Christmas parties to pack gift baskets?" He huffed, a grin on his face.

"You can leave if you want to. Obviously, your job as an executive is way more important than this." The next basket felt a touch heavier when it slid towards him.

"Hey! You're an executive too. Honestly, it feels more like the board likes you more some days. What am I? A..." He held back a slight hiss. "... I'm not gonna finish that thought. But you, sis, have a horrible habit of lingering everywhere."

"Hey, it's not entirely my fault. I just like to be a bit more hands on. Get people to know how to do their jobs and leave when they've become more qualified to do said job than me. I can't devote my energy to do everything. Why do you think they exist?"

"If it weren't for the fact we'd destroy a lot of things, I'd start a magic fight with you."

"Please don't. The receipients don't deserve that. Just like all those baby boys didn't either. No one really likes to talk about that."

"Aaand we're back to Christmas." He stared at the gift basket before setting it aside to await for the next. "... Do you think Mary and Joseph ever felt the weight of the responsibility placed on them?"

"... They probably had. We both felt the weight of our own responsibilities. I mean, imagine... generations of silence, not a written down word of prophecy, just hoping for a Savior... and it falls on you. And when you left for your own safety and the safety of what's entrusted to you, you might feel a sense of guilt hearing about it. Maybe... one of them was your own relative. Maybe... you knew one of the children personally."

Her hands were placed on the handle of the latest basket. Her head hung low, covering her face with the pink fringes that wasn't tied off in the bun.

"... Leaving me behind wasn't your fault."

"It kept me up at night. And I'm led to believe there are some days Mary and Joseph think about it all night as they watched their boy grow into a man."

"... I definitely didn't think that way when we reunited for the first time. For what I did, I'm sorry. You... didn't deserve that."

Elira held onto her wrists as she counted backwards on her mind. "And neither did you, brother. Neither did you."

The pace picked up from the brief halt, yet slower than before. Several baskets were filled and packed, ticking as the clock in the upper corner.

"I heard the lobby ordered quite the bunch of holly this year. Why would you allow that? That's the theme they've chosen?"

"Don't act like you actually care. You're barely even downstairs. And it may seem like a ton but believe me. That barely covers it. It'll be fine."

"Please don't tell me you set the hold music to 'deck the halls'."

"No one would even put you on hold." She stretches a bit, bringing out a clipboard to write the amount they've wrapped.

"I'd rather not annoy the ones I've put on hold. Anyone would get sick of it. Aren't they already blasting Christmas music this time of year on repeat?"

"Yep. But due to numerous requests, we will be using some instrumentals occasionally. The front desk has a bit of control on the music so blame them for getting those songs stuck in your head."

He handed the clipboard back to her after looking it over. "Maybe I should. You heading to that Christmas party?"

"They asked for you. I'm not invited." She chuckles. "And I'm currently on leave. You could say you had prior commitments but that would mean you're stuck with me for the next few hours on a drive."

"Well, it's really their fault for not inviting me that early." He chuckles, taking the car keys and carrying a handful of baskets. "I'll be happy to accompany you. Better them than... you know."

That brought laughter in the conspiratorial atmosphere. "Glad we can agree to ditch that party."

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Meet my OCs! Elira and Nathaniel.

For those who know Handler Ellie and Mr. Veris from the Attack on Zoraxis Arc, this is their original counterparts, away from anything IEYTD-related.

Merry Christmas! I wrote a Christmas special with my OCs!

Tag List:

@thelittlehorrorshite, @eight-cats-in-a-box, @ghostlystarwanderer, @jellyfishgummy, @pandagobrr, @blueorchid-95, @silverdragon889

@sml8180, @heycerulean (please feel free to tag me when you write about your OCs), @ellascreams, @stellar-collective, @tillywunderwing, @definitelyunhingedagentphoenix

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One of my favourite bits of media history trivia is that back in the Elizabethan period, people used to publish unauthorised copies of plays by sending someone who was good with shorthand to discretely write down all of the play's dialogue while they watched it, then reconstructing the play by combining those notes with audience interviews to recover the stage directions; in some cases, these unauthorised copies are the only record of a given play that survives to the present day. It's one of my favourites for two reasons:

It demonstrates that piracy has always lay at the heart of media preservation; and

Imagine being the 1603 equivalent of the guy with the cell phone camera in the movie theatre, furtively scribbling down notes in a little book and hoping Shakespeare himself doesn't catch you.

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Reminder that you can block most ads on Android. yes, including youtube ads.

Steps: Download Firefox -> Install uBlock Origin extension.

That's literally it. Enjoy ad free web browsing while we still (barely) have it!

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Tips on being needlessly dramatic: Due to the immeasurably massive amount of utterly stupid reasons that it has happened over the course of human history, technically speaking "people have been killed for less" is a factually correct statement - and therefore a fitting and sensible response - in pretty much any situation.

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my favorite kind of character is the kind who deep in their soul is constantly screaming LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME and outwardly expressing literally anything else

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me: i hate cliches

fanfic: they were soulmates

me: OMIGOSH GUYS THEY WERE SOULMATES

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i’m obsessed with this

and then, two months later....

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