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it’s ok batman we all make mistakes

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BINGO x2!

I made my choices I guess

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What's the punishment for breaking the laws of physics?

10-15 years in prism.

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Straight trans men are queer enough

Asexual men are queer enough

Aromatic men are queer enough

Aroace men are queer enough

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So very close

This seemed like fun! You can reblog to post your filled out cards, and tag me if you make one of your own so I can fill it out, too. 😊

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a little too many phoenixes. zoraxis should be worried

phoenix collab is finally done being put together! it was a bit challenging to put everyone's art together in a way that worked well, but i think it turned out nice :)

from left to right, @kitkatyes , @abacibate , @heycerulean , @right-agent , @agent-rosie , @gr3yyyyy , @realccre , @enhanced-operatives-division , @melopie-artz , @robutler , @lavalampstealer , @asexual-idiot , @operationjetset , @razs-archetype , @salezmanradioz , @mabzgonmad , @neurotonic , @grimm-bot , @solobodor , @randombikite , @ghostplasmas , @silverorchideon , @manzluv , @cookiealchemieart , @charixin , @purplebehittindifferent , @inkwally , @the-valiant-valkyrie , @stellar-collective , @ellascreams & @markophoenix ! let me know if i missed anyone or somehow forgot to add anyone to the picture! thank you all for participating!!! :)

tumblr will absolutely OBLITERATE the quality. so here is a link to the full quality image! 9000px wide canvas is NOT going to waste.

#I think this army of Phoenixes is what Zor sees in their nightmare #This is very cool!

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Sometimes it's useful to look at your dialogue and ask yourself, "would a real human being talk like that?" But it's also good to ask the follow-up questions of "would the way a real human being talks sound good here" and "does this character actually talk like a real human being or are they weird about it."

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Ieytd facts

In Operation Friendly Skies, the voicemails in the car (not Daniel Sans) reveal some interesting things like:

A steampunk time traveler named Thadeus Bumblesnatch calling zor to give his $20 dollars back after it fell from his pocket from their last battle after it got pick up by one of zor’s henchman or clones.

Someone calling about a lost 15 foot long tiger shark with a laser strapped to its head named “Spot” with a tag that says it belongs to zor that was found in the girls high school’s swimming pool asking to get him out.

Zor’s next D&D campaign.

A shipment of electric eels from Mike T exotic pet store, & reminder that the “giant squid” won’t be picked up until next week.

and a happy birthday song to zor,

these are probably just for sh#ts & giggles.

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being in a fandom comprised of 12 people and a bag of corn chips is great because whenever anyone posts anything all 11 of your pals are like

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hey hey hey

Assigning you a song that makes white people go nuts (from experience)

#Careless Whisper by George Micheal #I’m happy about getting this one

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Reblog if you love AO3 and appreciate their volunteers who are working harder than God, fighting battle after battle, making sure the place that is a safe space for every fandom is staying up and running for all of us

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Do you think God stays in heaven because He, too, lives in fear of what I personally have created?

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every time you reblog one of my posts another wizard spawns somewhere on this earth

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She watched as John grabbed a needle off of the cart and handed it to a grunt.

"Give them another dose, would you? They're starting to stir again."

The grunt looked down at the drug confused.

"I know I know nothing 'bout medicine, but shouldn't dey be dead already? We've drugged em like fifteen times."

John glared at the man.

"Don't get paid ta think, I know, I know."

The grunt walked back over to Phoenix and injected another dose as he walked back to her with a grimace.

"I hope you have the mask adjusted properly this time. I've nearly run out of the stuff, and it's been barely four hours."

Fabricator raised an eyebrow.

"You know each needle is supposed to last twelve hours."

"Tell that to the agent."

John pointed with his middle finger.

"They nearly woke up on the way here after fifteen minutes."

She was constantly surprised by this agent. They knew how to keep up an act, they solved her desk(she hated them for leaving such a mess. Was it too much to ask they put things back where they belong?), but this was impressive. And potentially useful.

She wasn't sure if this was tied to their... ability or not.

Fabricator walked closer to the agent as the grunt finished up and turned to leave.

"And I- Are you even listening to me?!"

She ignored him as she looked over the little bugger in person for the first time.

They were fairly scrawny, and a lot shorter than she hoped, with pale skin and brown hair that had never seen a comb in its life. Their suit was both cheaper and more expensive than it looked, with several "hidden" pockets that, knowing Phoenix, would probably be used to steal things from the places they visited.

"I only have you for a short time, but there's something I've been dying to test on you."

Fabricator pressed a button on her cigarette stick and a long, thin blade shot out from the end of it.

She dug the knife into their cheek with only a little resistance, blood flowing weakly from the wound as she raked the blade across their face, down their throat, over their shoulders.

"What- What did- Why would you-"

She turned to John and walked back towards him.

"Shoot them."

The look of shock and bewilderment on his face was so awfully genuine, she could almost believe it was another man. A better man. A man who didn't know what was coming to him.

Juniper quickly regained his composure and put on a mask of indifference.

"First of all, you're not my boss, Fabby. Second, I will shoot them, but not because you told me to."

She chuckled slightly as he walked closer to them, grabbing a pistol from a box and loading it in one smooth motion. She had to admit- he was an arrogant prick, but he was a fantastic shot.

"If Zor asks why they're dead when they wanted them alive, I'm blaming you for this."

He stopped around twenty feet in front of them, holding the gun level with their head. He hesitated for a second...

... before the pistol went off and a hole appeared in their brain.

John lowered the gun.

"Why wasn't I allowed to just do that on the way here?"

"Because I wanted to see how this worked in person."

"How what work..."

He trailed off as he stared in horror as the blood started running back up into their body.

She smiled.

"That."

Their blood started slowly at first, fitting back into place in their head like a jigsaw puzzle. It peeled off the wall in droplets, and then suddenly in bigger drops, flying back inside with the force of a bullet. It was almost like rewinding a VHS tape- seeing the wound play out backwards, the flesh regrowing.

She had tried to record it before, but no recording could have done this transformation justice. It was incredible.

John looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"W- I- Huh??? That's not- possible!!"

She enjoyed his absolute horror before his eyes inevitably glazed over.

"That's not... possible..."

He walked like a marionette back towards her, his eyes half shut and the gun loose in his hand.

He put the pistol on the box, muttering the whole time.

"Not possible, not possible, not possible..."

She smirked as he finally found his way back to her.

"I like you much better like this, John. You're much more... manageable."

He looked back to Phoenix, blinked hard, and she could tell that he had reset before he opened his mouth.

"Tell that to the agent."

John pointed with his middle finger.

"They nearly woke up on the way here after fifteen minutes."

Fabricator watched the grunt finish up and turn to leave.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

She smiled.

"Like what?"

"Like you're going to feed me into a sausage grinder."

"Maybe I will."

He rolled his eyes.

She handed him the bag with the mimic mask and watched him put it on.

"Why did you make it look like his face? I really only need to sound like their handler."

"Because, John, you know I can never do anything without a hint of betrayal."

He walked away muttering something about "what does that even mean".

She walked over to the unconscious Phoenix one last time.

All of her cuts were gone. Their face was exactly the way it had been beforehand. No marks at all.

She couldn't help but notice that their skin was a little less pale, their hair was a little more manageable, and, quite possibly, they were just a little bit taller.

Fabricator had to give it to John. He picked the most perfect name.

She couldn't wait to break them in two.

She let go of their face and walked towards the door. It was nearly showtime. And she wasn't going to miss the summit for the world.

(Holy shit, this was long and I wrote it in one sitting what the fuck happened)

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Roxana: you look exhausted. Everything okay?

Reginald: Phoenix started watching a new show.

Roxana: and?

Reginald: their favourite character dies in season 3.

Roxana: ..?

Reginald: so they felt the need to cry about it. In my bedroom. At three in the morning.

Roxana: I told you not to give them a key to your place.

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