#Family Monogram

[pinkiemachine]

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!!

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[puppiesareperfect]

Carl Phineas and Ferb has to have the most unserious dynamic with his family?? Because he literally works for a spy organization run by animals. He’s 17ish. There is no way his family doesn’t KNOW about his internship bc he most likely still lives with them because he’s a literal teenager. And he’s been doing this for a good 3-5 years since he was with them when Perry was a baby?!! What the HELL did he tell his family when he got the job? “Oh yeah I finally found work—well it’s technically an unpaid internship but it’ll look great on my resume and/or college application. What is it? Oh it’s an organization of secret agents—no really. They fight evil scientists—yes those DO exist, we just don’t notice because they do such a good job. Oh no you can’t actually talk with any of the agents because they don’t talk because they’re literal animals”.

And somewhere along the line his fam was just like “yeah ok son, that seems like a believable and worthwhile summer job”

[roses-of-the-romanovs]

Olga's bookplate, by artist Mstislav Dobuzhinsky.

[artemispt]

LONG HAIR AND SUSPENDERS 🫠

[howlingday]

Ok but imagine what would happen if Loid and Perry teamed up? No one could stop them.

Okay... Time for something new...

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AGENT T

A Phineas and Ferb/Spy X Family One-Shot

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"An extended conference overseas?"

"Yes, it's a sort of outreach programs between different countries to share different psychiatric methods." Loid explained to Yor. "I'm sorry this is so last minute. I will try to call you as soon as I get back."

Lying to Yor felt wrong, but it was a necessary evil in his life as a spy. The truth was that he was assisting in a joint operation with a foreign intelligence agency, though the whole thing felt like a bad joke to him. Whoever heard of a spy agency under the title of "The Organization Without a Cool Acronym"? Regardless of his feelings, his mission was clear. He was to rendezvous with the agent known as "The Platypus" and provide backup as required.

"Papa?" Anya, his daughter, pointed to picture in her book. Coincidentally, it was a platypus. "Is this a plassapess?"

"No, it isn't." Loid shook his head. "Just because I'll be gone for a little bit doesn't mean you're allowed to shirk on your studies. I expect nothing less than perfect marks when I return home."

"Aw..." Anya groaned.

"Loid, where is this conference being held?" Yor asked.

"I wasn't given the exact details myself, but it's in a region known as the 'Tri-State Area'."

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"And that's about the gist of the assignment, Agent P." Major Monogram said through the video screen. "Find out what Dr. Doofenshmirtz is up to and put a stop to it!"

"If it's evil, sir." Carl's voice said off-screen.

"Yes, yes, if it's evil, put a stop to it." Major Monogram rolled his eyes. "We're counting on you, Agent P."

Perry the Platypus gave a salute and left the briefing room.

"I thought the evil thing was implied, Carl." Major Monogram grumbled.

"It doesn't hurt to be sure, sir. Words can be confusing."

"Not as confusing as this finger trap." The major lifted his hands to reveal his fingers had been locked in a threaded snare trap for fingers"

"Did you put your fingers in that trap again, sir?"

"Carl, we've been over this; if I don't do it myself, then how will I learn when I need it most?"

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Meanwhile, in the middle of a city in the tri-state area, at an oddly designed building with the logo, Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc.~, Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz heard a knock at his door.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" He opened the door to an elderly man delivering the mail. He was fragile and hunched over. In his hands was a clipboard and a large parcel behind him. "Oh, look at you! You're so old! Why aren't you retired yet? Here, come inside and rest for a bit. I can show you what you're delivering is being used for."

The elderly man hobbled in, his left leg limping with every step. He mumbled something alike to a thank you before being seated on a large loveseat inside a laboratory. Unknown to the oddly kind-hearted doctor, the old man was actual the legendary Agent Twilight in perfect disguise. In front of him was a massive ray-gun of sorts, like in the cartoons Anya watched, with a scope and a trigger beneath. At the tip of the barrel was a missing component.

"So, you're probably wondering what it is I'm building with a mind-tapping helmet." He held out his hands. "Oh, I'm a little rusty. I usually save these backstories for my nemesis, Perry the Platypus, but here goes." Through Agent Twilight's perfect mental imagery, every word spoken became a clear picture of the very sad and tragic backstory of the target. "You see, back when I was growing up in Gimmelshtump, it's a town in Drusselstein if you didn't know, my grandparents would always say something, but mean something else. Like, they would tell me to wash the ham, but what they really meant was marinate it, but it was one of those old sayings that grandparents use and, me being a child, I didn't know what they really meant because I'd only heard it said once." He ripped open the parcel, was handed the mind-tapping helmet, and held it to the device. "And that's when I came up with this! BEHOLD, THE SAYWHAT'SONYOURMIND-INATOR!" He then climbed his way to the apex of the machine. "With this inator, people will say what's on their mind and mean what they really say! Like, say your friends want to hang out and, I don't know, do old person things, like play cards, but the way they say it makes it sound like they want to sleep all day, so they'll say what's on their mind! Here, let me try it on you!"

Faster than Agent Twilight can react, the nefarious doctor was already on the ground and using his weapon on him. He was then hit with the powerful radio waves the machine emitted. He blinked.

"I don't feel any different." He said aloud. "Did this mad scientist's machine really work-" His eyes widened as the doctor laughed for a moment.

"Hey, who are you calling a mad scientist? I'm not mad. I mean, I'm mad now, but I'm not always mad." He looked to the platypus climbing out of the parcel package. "Perry the Platypus, tell him I'm not always mad." The platypus in the fedora chittered. "See? He gets it." At this, he gasped. "PERRY THE PLATYPUS?! Wait, were you able to hear my backstory while I you were inside the- OOF!"

Perry punched Dr. Doofenshmirtz, sending him stumbling backwards into his machine. The machine fired off in a random direction before being taken into the hands of its creator.

"There's no need to fight me, Perry the Platypus. Why don't you just-" He fired the inator on Perry. "USE YOUR WORDS! AHAHAHAHA~!"

Perry winced at the sudden radio waves bombarding him. He blinked a few times. He was looked at expectantly by his nemesis.

"Chkchkchkchkt."

"Oh, right. You're a platypus." He then pressed a button on his inator and a net flew out and ensnared Perry. "But I planned for that!" A punch flew in from out of nowhere, knocking the doctor over with his inator. Standing not far away was the old man from before. "What are you doing, Old Man?"

"My name," the mask ripped, revealing the spy, "is Agent Twilight, and on behalf of the good people of Westalis, I order you to surrender your weapon."

"Westalis? Where is that? Is he with you, Perry the Platypus?"

"Chkchkchkchkt."

"I won't allow you to threaten the good people of the world with this strange contraption." Agent Twilight said, fully removing his disguise. "Especially while I am assigned to this joint operation."

"Well, I didn't really have anything planned for someone bigger than Perry the Platypus, but I did have this in case he escaped!" With a push of a button, another net of ribbon spewed forth. Unfortunately, the new agent was too fast to be caught and rolled his way over to Agent P, where he easily ripped apart his bindings. "No, no, don't do that! That is so unfair, fighting two against one!" He groaned. "Of all the days for Norm to take one of his 'mandatory vacation days'."

This vacation day in question included going to the mechanic for a semi-spa treatment involving oil, rags, and oily rags. Back to the fight, Agent Twilight kept the doctor on his toes, swinging fist after fist, easily overpowering his opponent. Meanwhile, Agent P was altering the inator by turning the mind-control helmet around so that the machine would reverse its effects.

"I cannot fail here. I cannot allow my emotions to get the better of me. I must keep on my toes. I need to keep applying pressure and overwhelm my opponent with quick, but meaningful strikes."

"Ugh! I regret hitting you with my inator." Dr. Doofenshmirtz groused amidst his thrashings. "Why can't you be more quiet like Perry the Platypus?"

"Chkchkchkchkt." The OWCA agent chittered from atop before swinging the inator around and firing it on himself Agent Twilight. Agent P patted himself down before giving a thumbs up to his fellow agent from afar.

"Oh, finally! I didn't think you would ever stop talking!" Dr. Doofenshmirtz groused even more.

Agent Twilight was about to go in for another punch when he was dragged away by Agent P. Looking back to the inator, he saw that there was a self-destruct device placed at the device's weak point. Jumping over the balcony, Agent P held tight to Agent Twilight, the two silently gliding through the air to a safe location. On the winds, they could hear the defeated shouting of their shared nemesis for the day.

"YOU DON'T NEED AN INATOR TO KNOW THIS, BUT CURSE YOU, STRANGE OLD MAN, AND CURSE YOU, PERRY THE PLATYPUS!"

A GENT P~!.

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"Excuse me, is this your platypus?"

"Huh?" Phineas turned around to see a man standing in their yard, holding Perry in his hands. "Oh, there you are, Perry!"

"I found him wandering around in your front yard, and I thought it was odd to see an animal so far from their home."

"He's not far from his home, he's simply living in a new home away from his natural habitat. We feed him four meals a day, plus treats, and give him as much comfort as possible." Ferb explained in excess.

"Oh, I... see..."

"Yeah, sorry about Ferb." Phineas explained. "He's been a lot more talkative than usual today. It's almost like some kind of radio wave went off and made him say everything that was on his mind."

"That's... quite an imaginative explanation." The man said. "But maybe this will help. I specialize in psychiatric help and this device helps ease those affected by 'radio wave' abnormalities in humans."

"Oh, you mean like brain stimulation therapy?" Phineas asked. "Isn't that controversial?"

"Yes, yes, it is." The man quirked his brow. "But I believe it may be the best way to help your friend."

"Oh, Ferb's not my friend. He's my brother!"

"Ah, excuse me. Now, may I use my device. I promise no harm will come to your brother."

"Well, okay, if you say so." Phineas stepped aside and let the man hold the device up to Ferb before pressing a button. Ferb blinked a few times before the man placed the device in his pocket. "How you feelin', Ferb?"

Ferb gave a thumbs up.

"Hey, it looks like it worked! Thank you, Mr... Huh? Where'd he go?"

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"Papa! You're home~!" Anya cheered, running to the door.

"You're back already?" Yor asked. "I thought you'd be gone a lot longer, considering how far you were traveling."

"I was offered a trip on a much fast return flight than the one prior." Reaching into his doctor's bag, he pulled free a plush doll in the shape of a strange creature with a duck bill, a beaver tail and feet, and a strange greenish-blur fur color. "Anya, I found this on the way home. I remember you being curious about platypus before leaving, so I thought you'd enjoy this."

"Thank you, Papa!"

"Oh, that is so cute~! What are you going to name him?"

Anya thought for a moment, then noticed a certain look in his eyes. It was the same look he held when he was in thought of something. Focusing on him, she heard a name said over and over again.

"Percy the Plassypess?" Anya smiled, tossing her plush in the air. "Yeah! Agent Percy the Plassypess~!"

[europesroyals]

♕ ♕ Royal Family Cyphers ♕ ♕

Queen Mary of the United Kingdom

[atelierjhoseok]

230308 ‘On The Street’ Dance Challenge

[nettlefeather]

what is it with people insisting to know my babies name instead of waiting until when she's here

[dice-goblin-shapeshifter]

I feel like he'd be completely on board

I want it to be a thing in the revival that Stacy and Vanessa have this super involved Flynn-Fletcher Interference Plan™ that they developed themselves and that Perry did not ask them to do.

Whenever Vanessa knows Perry is going to be at a place the Flynn-Fletchers might be, she texts Stacy, who then coincidentally shows up and distracts them.

They have a text chain that’s just them coming up with excuses and corroborating stories.

Carl gets involved at some point and is like. these girls have created a secret auxiliary organization to our organization. what the fuck.

[roses-of-the-romanovs]

The monograms of Olga Nikolaevna (ОН) and Tatiana Nikolaevna (ТН).

[vectorkhazana]

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[bitter-post-millennial]

Fyp’s getting real specific

jewish!rafe and reader dropping their kids off at summer camp and rafe fucking her after ୨୧

warnings: smut, light exhibitionism, implied breeding kink, possessiveness, sorta just a big theme of rich jewish vibes

the drive upstate was supposed to be peaceful.

iced coffees. spotify curated playlist. the kids too busy with their tablets in the back to notice you were crying silently into a tissue with chanel sunglasses on.

“you’re not really crying already,” rafe says, glancing over at you from the driver’s seat. he’s wearing his navy baseball cap, the one that makes his jaw look extra sharp. his toned forearm rests against the wheel, wedding ring glinting in the sun.

“they’re my babies, rafe,” you sniff, dabbing under your eyes. “i know it’s good for them. but still. they’re gone for six weeks. that’s, like, thirty-nine sleeps.”

“you paid extra to make sure they stay longer,” he deadpans.

“because it’s good for them. not for me.”

jacob chimes in from the back seat. “mom, please don’t cry at drop-off. you already embarrassed me last year.”

sarah agrees, tugging her rhinestone sunglasses down her nose like she’s the one raising you.

you shoot rafe a look. “they’re literally abandoning me.”

rafe bites back a smile. “you’re gonna be fine, drama queen. In fact,” he says, voice dipping low as he slides his hand up your bare thigh beneath your linen skirt, “i already have plans for when we get home.”

you swat him away half-heartedly. “rafe. the kids.”

“are going to be on a bus in ten minutes.”

drop-off is absolute chaos.

sarah’s suitcase rips open. jacob refuses to take a group photo. you’re trying to pass out organic snacks and fix your lip gloss while hugging them so tight it’s dramatic even for you.

rafe is trying to stay calm—one arm looped lazily around your waist, sunglasses on, nodding at other parents like everything is normal.

when the bus finally pulls away, you’re waving with both hands, lip trembling, tears silently streaming down your cheeks.

rafe watches you for a moment.

“you good?” he asks, gently brushing hair away from your face.

you nod, not even looking at him.

then: “they’ll be back before the summer’s even over.”

you don’t answer.

so he leans in, murmurs, “we’ve got three hours before that housekeeper comes.”

your head snaps toward him.

he smiles. “get in the car.”

the second the front door of the penthouse shuts, he’s on you.

your birkin drops to the floor. your heels are kicked off halfway to the bedroom. he peels your blouse open without hesitation, leaving your van cleef bracelet on as he lays you out on the bed like something delicate—even if his hands are anything but.

“you’re still crying?” he murmurs, kissing your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth. “poor baby. so emotional today.”

you whimper, threading your fingers into his curls as he presses his body against yours.

“i-i just hate when they leave,” you whisper.

“i know,” he says, rolling his hips into yours. “that’s why i’m gonna make you forget everything but me.”

he goes slow at first—luxurious strokes, his mouth on your chest, your neck, whispering how gorgeous you are, how hot you looked all teary-eyed at camp drop-off.

“you’re the hottest mom there, you know that?” he growls into your ear as you gasp beneath him. “all those dads were looking at you like they wanted to fucking die married to their wives.”

he pulls back, just enough to look down at you—hair messy, eyes wet, your jewelry catching the light.

“but you’re mine,” he says. “all mine.”

and when he finally lets you come—writhing, crying, whispering his name like it’s holy—he holds you after. kisses your shoulder. wraps the sheet around you like it’s a hug.

“i still miss them,” you breathe against his chest.

“i know,” he smirks, brushing his fingers through your hair. “but at least you got fucked like a good little wife today.”

the bedroom smells like your candle from bergdorf’s. the sheets are still messy from earlier, your birkin’s flopped over in the armchair, and you’re perched on the edge of the bed in your pale blue silk nightgown—matching robe half-off one shoulder like it slipped without you noticing. you’re all lit up by the glow of your phone, wine glass in hand, cooing at your children through facetime like you didn’t sob for twenty straight minutes this morning.

“did you eat your veggies, sarah?”

“jacob, did you put away all your clothes in the cabin?.”

“yes, mommy misses you too, so so much, my perfect babies—”

rafe walks in, towel slung low on his hips, water still glistening on his chest. he pauses in the doorway, squints.

“baby. what the fuck?”

you glance up, one hand over the mic like you’re in a board meeting. “i paid extra for a vip parent package. they let me facetime once a week.”

he just stares.

“they’re at sleepaway camp,” he says slowly, like maybe you forgot. “like in the woods. with counselors. and bugs. they’re not supposed to be on facetime.”

“they’re in the renovated cabin with wi-fi,” you correct, sipping your wine. “and i needed to see them. i was having a moment.”

rafe crosses the room, yanks the phone out of your hand just enough to peek at the screen. jacob and sarah are both in hoodies, looking vaguely annoyed.

“okay,” rafe says, leaning into the frame, towel still dangerously low. “time’s up, guys. your mom’s about to get really busy.”

“ew, dad!”

“gross!!”

he hangs up mid-protest, tosses your phone gently to the side table.

you blink. “rafe!”

“you’re insane,” he says, climbing over you, fingers already sliding under the hem of your slip. “you paid extra for camp facetime? baby, no wonder we didn’t get that amex bonus this month.”

you pout, squirming as he kisses your collarbone. “i missed them.”

“you’ll survive.” he pushes the straps of your nightgown down. “especially when you remember they’re gone for six weeks. and i’m gonna make sure you enjoy every single night without them.”

you gasp as he flips you gently onto your back, mouth hot against your skin.

“oh my god,” you breathe. “you’re such an asshole.”

but you’re smiling.

because you’re his princess—and now, with the kids gone, you’re his entire world.

[europesroyals]

♕ ♕ Royal Family Cyphers ♕ ♕

Queen Camilla of the United Kingdom

[doctorbeth]

Putting a teddy back together

This poor teddy bear had had a rough time. His person wrote in her original email:

This adorable teddy bear was given to my 68 year old English husband when he was a little boy. His mother had knit a little shirt for the bear with the monogram 'TC' - which stood for Teddy C (their last name.). My husband and I were going back to England for a visit after too many years, leaving one of our daughters home to take care of our dog. Because we are in So Cal and worried about fires, my husband pre-packed a few boxes with the things that he would want evacuated in case of a fire. Sadly, he put TC in the box with no lid. Our adorable dog thought it was another stuffed toy for her! Much to my daughter's chagrin, she came home to find TC had been mangled! I don't have the heart to let my husband know what happend, so TC has been hiding in a box for almost 2 years while I search for someone to fix him. I came across your info and a lovely story in the LA times about you. I am hopeful that you can work some magic on TC and restore him to something close to his original state!

And these were the diagnosis photos she sent:

He came to the hospital with a much younger buddy to be used as a comparison for shapes and stuffing. No spa photos for TC, because he was only having surgery. He had lost so much already, his family didn't want to touch his remaining stuffing.

So here he is all better, ready to go home and be hugged again:

And here he is with his buddy, two happy bears!

His family said, "He looks great!"

[monogramartist]

wedding monogram and its embodiment in a ring

[looney-mooney]

God, okay, I’m remembering like, the early fandom days (I’m talking EARLY 2010s Deviantart and Fanfiction.net) when we all thought Carl was like, some tech guy in his 30s or something. Shipping him and Monogram was pretty common? They were sort of the tertiary Dwampyverse Gay Ship to whatever the fuck Perryshmirtz and Bujeet had going on (actually this might have started early enough that Bujeet wasn’t even a thing yet? Don’t quote me on that)

Then it was revealed, slowly but surely, in the show, that Carl was in like. College. That he was an Unpaid Intern. That Monogram’s wife, of her own volition, made Carl sandwiches whenever he came over. That Monogram had a son who was about Carl’s age. That Carl wanted Monogram to disown his son and adopt him as his own

This all happened slowly enough that I don’t think there was even any real discourse over it, but like. Man what the fuck was their deal

there has never been a more ‘just two guys’ dynamic then carl and major monogram. any attempt to classify their relationship fails. literally what the fuck is their deal? love it.