#berry the platypus

[imaplatypus-art]

Berry cute platypus 🍓

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[laz-kay]

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Same energy. Different show.

[mammalsofaction]

I Fell For You (The Moment That You Pushed Me)

Rating: T

Relationships: Heinz Doofenshmirtz/Perry the Platypus

Add tags: Human Perry, this ambiguously takes place in About Time, meet uglies kinda?, romantic realization uglies or sthg, idek

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It is not often a person may be struck with a romantic realization in the most appropriate time and, or place.

Sure, you could argue that romantic locations, times and scenery could stimulate vulnerability and emotions, and there are plenty out there who are lucky enough to have found love by sunsets, watching stars, over candle light or in the capitalistic throngs of Valentine's Day.

Plentier still fall head first for a kind word on a terrible day, a shared pen while waiting in line at the bank, or perhaps even while pondering about groceries in line at the self service counters at Tesco. Like love, in all it's splendour, was nothing more than an ordinary fact of life, a rock overturned, a choice being made. Yes, I suppose this is a thing that happens now. Skies were blue, berries were sweet and yes, you were in love.

Bartholomew "Perry" Fletcher, also known as Agent Platypus of OWCA, was never a romantic. He didn't explicitly have anything against it. Maybe. But he was always just, for the lack of sounding like a harangued Hallmark christmas rom-com protagonist, too busy for love. It had always seemed like low priority. He just...had so much else going on.

Naturally, given the fact that the Universe had decided to put matters into its own hands, the realization comes at the absolute worst time a narrative could conceive of.

Heinz twists his arms, a surprising unrelenting strength from biceps that look so puny by a single glance, and it strains the muscles of Perry's wrists. It's the second of weakness he needs use his height--a significant draw, over Perry's. But then, that's not a difficult achievement when the bar is 5''4--to slam Perry against the wall, and he pins him there.

Perry goes headfirst, feeling the bright burst of pain and discomfort as uneven stone bangs against the top of his temple and he thinks, ah, shit, I fucking love him.

It's hours yet, before he realizes he'd thunk it, and it'd be years before he'd begin to dare dusting off it's cobwebs, neglected yet plump, and fed. To see. To hold it in his hands like it didn't matter if he dropped it, because he'd told himself Heinz had dropped it first. Something golden and heavy and blunt, like a weapon.

I love him, Perry had thought, grinning like a lunatic as he wrestled Heinz's weight off of himself, and the mad scientist had retaliated by sweeping his feet from underneath himself and Perry had broken his nose, his cheekbones, and scraped his palms gritty and bloody and he loved him, he loved him, he loves him.

Heinz always fought like it was their first, like it would be their last, and he is always angry, and wild, and potentially fatal. He kicks and he punches and he screams and grunts and claws and laughs, and he's perfect. Cards on the table and no punches pulled, and Perry could trust he would get back up again as he could trust the tides would turn, or that the sun would rise and the earth to spin. His indomitable, broken, brave Heinz. His wildcat, meteorite nemesis.

I love him, Perry thought, and through it all, every heartache and triumph, and for every ugly secret he finds as they understood each other, better and deeper and further, he'd only loved him more. Like it was simple, like Perry had waited for him all along.

All he'd needed was a little push.

[purple-phesh-and-cheps]

THE MARAUDERS CHARACTERS AS NATIVE AUSTRALIAN ANIMALS

(i apologise if an animal you like isn't here or if you disagree, these were just ones that i knew and thought fit best) !!! special thanks to my sister @professor-geen-berries for helping me choose :] !!!

james - common wombat (vombatus ursinus)

sirius - red-tailed black cockatoo (calyptorhynchus banksii)

remus - brush-tailed rock-wallaby (petrogale penicillata)

peter - crest-tailed mulgara (dasycercus cristicauda)

lily - superb fairywren (malurus cyaneus)

mary - short-beaked echidna (tachyglossus aculeatus)

marlene - sugar glider (petaurus breviceps)

emma - superb lyrebird (menura novaehollandiae)

emmeline - platypus (ornithorhynchus anatinus)

dorcas - diamond python (morelia spilota)

pandora - blue-ringed octopus (hapalochlaena maculosa)

evan - freshwater crocodile (crocodylus johnstoni)

barty - tasmanian devil (sarcophilus harrisii)

regulus - fairy penguin (eudyptula minor)

alice - koala (phascolarctos cinereus)

frank - greater bilby (macrotis lagotis)

special mention obscure characters :]

florean fortescue - eastern quoll (dasyurus viverrinus)

august ollivander - green stream frog (litoria phyllochroa)

[haveyouatethisfruit]

Forest Milkberry

(manilkara discolor)

Also known as bosmelkbessie, nheo or umnweba wentaba

Once claimed to be the best of all wild fruits, the forest milkberry is a member of the sapotaceae and a cousin of the sapotes* (pouteria sapota, pouteria campechiana) and sapodilla (manilkara zapota). The fruit is a sweet, juicy berry that is often eaten as a snack. It can be found in the eastern regions of Africa as well as South Africa.

*Note that not all sapotes are in the sapotaceae family, for example black sapote (diospyros nigra) which belongs to the ebenaceae family, white sapote (casimiroa edulis) which belongs to the rutacaea family, South American sapote (quararibea cordata, not to be confused with patinoa almirajo) which belongs to the malvaceae family and Sun sapote (licania platypus) which belongs to the chrysobalanaceae family. Sapote, or tzapotl from the Nahuatl language, is simply a term for soft, edible fruits.

🍍 Reblog to share a fun fruit and to increase sample size! Check out even more interesting fruits in the list of all polled fruits. 🍍

[admrlthundrbolt]

Just What I Needed (Gorgon Kars x Chubby Reader)

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He had spent many years in solitude. Only his stray companions to keep him company. Until he stumbles upon a traveling blind woman. How could this new development change a life that was already thought to be fated alone.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. I'm finally posting my last installment of the Supernatural Pillar Men series. I can't believe we're at the end! This went in a direction that I didn't plan. But I hope you enjoy it either way.

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Chest heaving, you made your way down the path. Even as the warmth of the sun faded from your back and day turned to night. You wouldnt go back home. Or what you had called your home. You wouldn't be treated like a burden any longer. It wasn't as if you ask to be born this way. It was one thing to be brought into this world without sight. But when time and time again you have dealt with the blatant disrespect of people you had shared a village with. You were done.

The final straw had been the locals trying to force your hand in marriage. You weren't romantically interested in anyone. Let alone a stranger that expected you to only be good for bearing children. It was a blow to your trust in the village.

So here you were, a pack on your back and your walking cane. On your way to the next town. You just hoped you could get through the hills safely. It wasn't that you believed all of the legends. But that didn't mean that you were the type to ignore the warnings of your ancestors.

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Kars smiled sweetly down at the squirming squirrel in his hands. “Calm yourself little one. This will only hurt for a moment.” He cooed to the small creature as he rubbed the salve on it's wounds. He had found it in a trap at a nearby stream. The thing was barely old enough to be on it's own. That didn't stop the hunters from setting traps near obvious nesting areas. He scowled as he places the rodent on the floor near a bowl of berries.

Making his through the grotto, he checked up on the other animals. A dog with a missing back leg. A recently hatched clutch of platypus, with no mother to be heard of. An albino snake that never seemed to have all its scales. He always had a rotating door of injured or sick animals. There were even a few that stuck around.

Running a hand along the back of the three legged dog, his smile returned. The brown fur was never out of place. It had a proud nature to it that contrasted it's disability. Almost as if it wouldn’t let a simple thing like one less leg keep it down. He gave another affectionate pat to it's head. “Another gorgeous day, isn’t it Lisa Lisa.” A soft affirming yip came from his furry companion.

He glanced around the room for his foraging bag. Only to pause as he caught his reflection in a pool of water. His snake like hair moving constantly. The patches of scales that littered his body. Long fingers ending in deadly claws. This was a curse he was born into, the birth of a Gorgon. His only relief was that the stone curse didn't affect animals. It was a burden that he had to bear, but the company of the creatures helped. Though that didn’t stop the shadow that loomed over his heart.

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Huffing a bit you were elated to hear the flowing stream. You knew it wouldn't be much longer before you made it to town. With a sigh, you turned to the right and counted you steps. It wouldn't do to get lost this far into your journey.

Gathering some water into your palms, you drank heavily. Savoring the cool liquid traveling down your throat. You took a few more handfuls before refilling your water skin. Enjoying the sound of the babbling brook. You didn't realise that someone had happened upon you.

He was surprised to see anyone out this late. It wasn't an impossible thing to see someone out this late. But you had no fire or camp to speak of. Perhaps you were lost? Looking over your features in the pale moonlight, he was intrigued. You were a bounty of soft flesh. Unlike any human he had ever witnessed. Your fingers played with the slow moving current. He was enamored with the sweet smile that laid gently across your face. He shifted a bit to get a better veiw. Unknowingly stepping on a fallen branch, causing a sharp crack to sound out.

You flinched and shot your head towards the sound. He gasped as your eyes met and waited for the inevitable. Averting his gaze, he was confused when the sound of shifting stone didn't fill the air. After a few moments of silence he risked another glance. You were still looking his way and your face was pinched in concentration.

“Is someone there?” There was no quiver in your voice. If there was one thing your Aunt had made certain to teach you. It was that a person who was sure of themselves was harder to intimidate. So even as your heart pounded, you kept a calm appearance.

He had to gather himself to answer you. It had been many years since he had held an actual conversation. It seemed as if his voice had fled from him the moment you spoke. “Yes.” It sounded as breathless as he felt.

Your grip tightened on your walking cane. Straining you ears, you thought you could make out a single person's breathing. It caused your shoulders to realse a bit of tension. It would be easier to escape or defend yourself against one person. Standing you made sure to keep yourself facing the stranger's voice. “Well, I'd love to stay and chat. But I really need to be on my way.”

Anxiety suddenly burst through his chest. He needed you to wait. To talk with him, look at him. Be near him. With an unexpected flurry of speed, he was in front of you. “Wait.” You flinch as his fingers brushed your wrist. It was then that he noticed the walking cane in your hand. Confusion took over his expression, until your eyes met again. They were milky pools that reflected the stars so dreamily. He had only seen this in one other being. A rabbit that had lost the sight in it's left eye, due to an infection.

His proximity was startling. You could have swore that he sounded much further away moments ago. Still, you had to keep your wits about you and your head level. “Why?”

He scrambled for a plausible answer. “I was concerned when I noticed someone without a camp setup. Are you lost?” He was thankful for his quick thinking.

You gave a tight smile at the concern. “I'm not far from my destination, so I felt no need. I only stopped to fill my water skin.”

“Please allow me to offer you lodging for the night. It's not safe for a beautiful young lady such as yourself this late at night.” He tried to cover the desperation in his tone.

You were torn. This was a complete stranger, but it was late. He wasn't wrong about the dangers of traveling at night. “I agree on one condition. You will bring me back to the bridge tomorrow. If you do not swear this to me, then I refuse.”

He nodded. “Yes, I can promise this to you.” Anything to get you to spend even a moment longer with him.

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He lead you through the cave by your warm hand. Enjoying every moment of guiding you around. He insisted that your cane was unnecessary, though you continued to use it. It was a dream to be this close to you. Taking in your scent and pulling you close to get through the thickets of brush.

You on the other hand were a bit unnerved by the strangers constant closeness. Then a thought occurred to you. “I've yet to introduce myself. My name is (Y/N), what might I call you?”

He tingled with anticipation, oh but to hear his name uttered from your sweet lips. “It is Kars, my lady.” You repeated the name and he had to hold back shivers.

Reaching the back chambers, he escorted you to a pile of blankets. Although his home was humble, he had many creatures and treasures filling it. Most things to the fault of hunters. He wouldn't let a single human that harmed his animal friends escape his gaze. If they happen to leave behind their belongings after facing his wrath. Well, it would be irresponsible of him to not utilize the resources.

Sitting down, you were surprised at the cold wet nose touching your hand. Gasping you jolted back a bit. But your surprise passed when an obvious dog whine and another touch of the nose followed. “Oh and who are you?” You smoothed a hand up the nose and onto a head. Which you began to scratch.

He was in awe at your tenderness. The three legged dog settled beside you comfortably. Wagging her tail as you stroked her fur. He was jealous at the attention you were giving the creature. But it did warm his heart to see her immediately take to you. “You should be honored. Lisa Lisa doesn't trust many people. After all she was abandoned at a young age due to her missing leg.”

Your brow furrowed at the information. Then a soft smile graced your beautiful face. “That's OK. I was thought less of for something I couldn't control too.” You scratched behind her ears and was pleased to feel her lean into your touch.

If he found himself anymore endeared to you, he was afraid he might burst. Instead he busied himself with introducing you to the other animals under his care.

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Your plans to leave the next day were cut short by a sudden storm. Kars insisted that you stay in his care. Because Gods forbid he let you be harmed by the storm. He would never forgive himself for that.

So you stayed, but you refused to not be useful. With the plethora of healing animals, you could put your skills to use. You had worked at your Aunt's Apothecary as her second set of hands. As much as you loved the woman you couldn't help but hinder a bit of resentment towards her. It was her recent passing that had shifted the relationship you had with the other villagers. Everything had been fine and your skills at were always seen as competent. But it seemed as if the moment she was lowered into the ground, things changed. Gone were their greetings and well wishes. All they had left to give you was there pity and to make sure you were ‘taken care of’. You didn't understand what forcing you into a marriage had to do with any of that. So you decided a contact in the town over was better than the situation you currently found yourself in.

Now you were mending broken wings. Helping mix salves for rashes and cuts. It was familiar work and you were thankful for the distraction. Though it wasn't the only diversion you had been dealing with.

Kars had made it a habit to stay close to you at any opportunity. It was nice to have someone to hand you the ingredients to an ointment. Having to feel your way around a new space was never fun. But his touch seemed to linger and his presence hovered. You mainly chalked it up to his concern of having someone unknown around the animals he cared for. But as time passed you weren't so sure if it was only his protective nature for the creatures.

You would only be here for a while longer. So you tried not to let your mind linger on your subconscious anxieties.

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The storms had finally ceased. You were happy to hear the gently breeze and birds chirping sweetly. Packing away your few possessions you hummed and smiled softly.

All the while he was seething while watching you unhappily. You couldn't leave. Abandon him like everyone else. Even Lisa Lisa was avoiding him in his sour mood. Deciding that staying by your side was the more favorable choice. It wasn't fair, the first time someone that he could spend genuine time with. Yet all you wanted was to leave. He had many dark moments where he believed another inconveniences could keep you with him. Then you would turn your soft smile his way. Making his stomach twist uncomfortably at the thought of you being hurt.

So he watched you gather your things. Hoping that you didn't notice the despair in his voice. He took his time leading you back to the bridge. Soaking in your warmth and enjoying when your plush body would brush against his own. Bringing you to the very spot you had met just days ago. He felt a pent up tension within himself. Trying to form words, but your gentle face kept him from begging you to stay.

Running a hand down his muscled arm you found his chilly hand. It always astonished you how cold he always seemed. “Thank you, for everything. I wasn't sure if I would find another kind soul after my Aunt's passing. It was a reprieve I didn't know I needed.” Squeezing his hand, you smiled sadly, releasing the limb. As much as you had been hesitant to go with him. You didn't regret the descion, he had pulled you from a dark place. You owed him a great debt.

He captured your hand again and brought it to his chest. “I should be the one thanking you. You are the first companion I've had for many years. I am grateful for the time we have been able to spend together. I wish that it was for a much longer time. Do not hesitate to return. I am only a call away, say my name and I will be there.” He meant every word and hoped you could feel the sincerity that he burned into them. He would destroy kingdoms, if only to be graced with your presence again.

Your smile widened and you felt a flush coat your cheeks. “I will keep that in mind. If you are sure, I would like to come back.” Your expression lights up suddenly. “I could even bring back a few tonics to help with the animals. If my contact in town takes me on as an apprentice. There is no guarantee, I may be back if there is no room for me. If you'll have me that is.”

He wanted to comfort you, but there was a part of him that hope it was the case. To have you willingly return to him would be miraculous. Instead he chose to reassure you. “You will always be welcome in my home. No matter the time, you are an invited guest.”

You were beaming. After a spirited hug, that Kars had a hard time retreating from. You parted ways.

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You were not far from the bridge when he approached you. Well the more accurate term would be ambushed. A hand abruptly gripped your upper arm and squeezed fiercely. The jarring motion made your grind to a quick halt. Your shoulder burned as you faced the assaulter. They were panting heavily and kept your arm in their grasp. “What do you want?” You wanted it to come out more threatening. But it was hard when you weren't even sure who was grabbing you.

“What belongs to me.” You knew that vile voice. The farmer that you were unrightfully promised to. He tossed you to the ground.

You scrambled to find you walking cane. It was a terrifying thought of just how much he set you back. Your heart tightened at the idea of how you could get back on track. Taking a calming breath you realized that panicking would only make the situation worse. So as your fingers grazed the bent top of the cane you relaxed. Standing up, you righted yourself and faced the still panting man. “There in no part of me that belongs to you. I have better things to get to.” Then you turned to try and pick up the sound of the creek you should be near.

Your dismissive tone really rubbed him the wrong way. As you serenely took in your surroundings, he went mad. Who were you to refuse him and disappear without consequences. Well he would see to your punishment. Wrapping his fingers in your hair he yanks you back harshly. “You need to learn your place woman.”

Before another thought could pass through your mind, his name had already left your lips. At a volume you didn't know you were capable. You called for him and pried at the hands fisted in your hair.

It was at this moment that he was glad he had stayed at the bridge. Part of him lamenting your departure. The other half wishing you would come back to him. He hadn't expected you to wail out his name. But there wasn't a power in heaven or hell that could keep him from you.

Taking off in a dead sprint he found you quickly. Seeing the vile man handling in such a way made his blood boil. But he had to release you before he could take care of such a vexing issue. Thankfully he didn't have to wait as Lisa Lisa bounded towards the man.

Her teeth sunk into in calf with ease. “Gah, get off of me you mangy mutt.” He tossed you aside and lunged towards the dog. She darted back and Kars struck. Getting into the man's line of sight, he stopped all movement. In that moment there was not a more satisfying sound than the grating noise of stone grinding against stone. It was music to his ears.

You gasped as a familiar wet nose pressed against your cheek. Tossing your arms around the dog you slumped forward. Kars turned away from the newly formed statue. Without a word he grabbed your cane and scooped your plush body into his arms. Your body stiffened, but relaxed at his words. “You're safe with me dear. I'll make sure of that.” And as he carried you back with Lisa Lisa following diligently. He swore to himself that he would keep you safe. No matter the cost.

[mymanyfandomramblings]

If Glee Did Phineas and Ferb Songs, Who Would Sing What?

Note: these would not be all in the same episode, for various reasons, including that in some cases they take place at different times in canon, also Sue would never sing multiple songs per episode. I'm also going to highlight the absolute non-negotiables to me.

Gitchee Gitchee Goo--New Directions, Sam and Mercedes lead (either an end-of-episode performance in the auditorium, or a competition performance)

Busted--Santana and Brittany (there could be context for this, or it could just be for the heck of it. I'm sure you see my vision)

When We Didn't Get Along--Will Schuester (serenading Sue after she gets fired in S6)

Truck Drivin' Girl--Coach Beiste (I have a very specific context in mind for this, and that is a scene that does not take place in the show, where Beiste teaches Emma to parallel park)

Do Nothing Day--Blaine (like Busted, this pick does not strictly require context, but it could have some)

Ain't Got Rhythm--Mike and Finn (I NEED you to see my vision here, because this is a non-negotiable to me. Mike's dancing, Finn's inability to dance, Finn drumming--beautiful)

You're Going Down--Sue (to Will,at any time, really)

Whatcha Doin'--Emma (to Will, early season one)

The Perry The Platypus Theme--Blaine, Sam, Tina, Artie, Brittany (messing around together in S4)

There's A Platypus Controlling Me--Sue, with the New Directions (Sue did not consent to this)

Takin' Care Of Things--Blaine, Sam, Artie and Tina (this song encapsulates Blamartina--my beloveds--perfectly, and I love it)

Carpe Diem--New Directions, led by Finn and Rachel (end-of episode auditorium performance or comp performance)

The Ballad Of Klimpaloon--Puck with The Boys (just one of the rock songs they do just because)

I Believe We Can--Mason and Jane (for fun)

Real Boy--Artie with Quinn, Santana and Brittany (no context. This should have zero plot relevance, but just one of those numbers that Artie and the UHT do for the sake of it)

I'm Me--Santana (no specific context, but much like Busted, it definitely doesn't need it)

Evil For Extra Credit--MS. BECKY JACKSON

Just The Two Of Us--Mercedes (while third-wheeling Klaine. Or Blam)

Quirky Worky Song--The Warblers (random cut scene to the Warblers)

Livin' With Monkeys--Rachel (heartbroken, on stage in the auditorium, gesturing tragically, big facial expressions, peak Rachel Barbra Berry dramatics)

My Evil Buddies And Me--Sue, Terri, Sandy Ryerson, Dustin Goolsby (During the Legion of Doom arc)

Izzy's Got The Frizzies--Unique (no context whatsoever. at all. none.)

Summer All Over The World--New Directions (beginning of episode group number)

Jump Right To It--Tina, Brittany, Sugar, Unique *maybe Kitty* (telling Marley to go for it with Jake)

They Left Me Standing Outside--Artie (literally any time in the series)

Us Against The Universe: OG Five, with the New Directions (final episode, it's beautiful)

If you have any ideas/reactions/thoughts, please rb with your additions, addendums or thoughts

[alexanderlightweight]

pet names for the wednesday prompt? magnus already tried pup and panda, what if he was inspired by alec's reaction and thought of the most cute sappy pet names when he wants to see alec make that face?

hey anon, this was fun to write and you're 100% correct. magnus does it to see alecs reaction. i hope you enjoy!

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“Come along, platypus.” Magnus says, keeping himself carefully turned so he can see the expression of flat disdain on Alexander’s face in the mirror.

There is silence for a moment before a horrified whisper of, “abso-fucking-lutely not, Magnus.”

“But Alexander!” Magnus bemoans, as if he thinks Alexander would accept the endearment. “They’re such underestimated, adorable creatures and can be quite dangerous.”

For a second, Magnus wonders if his ploy has finally worked, Alexander’s face softening at the compliments before his scowl deepens. He crosses his arms over his chest, unimpressed with an eyebrow raised as he leans against the wall.

“It’s not happening. Ever.”

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Magnus lets Alexander have a bit of reprieve after that, but he comes in strong, watching Alexander eat breakfast methodically. They’re both about to crash and Alec is eating like its ash in his mouth, but he doesn’t care. There’s no enjoyment and Magnus doesn’t care if Alexander thinks it’s a waste of magic, he summons a bowl of strawberries and raspberries and holds one out, eyes crinkling at the look of beloved, fond exasperation Alexander sends his way.

“Babe, you’re exhausted. You shouldn’twaste magic like this.” His boy scolds but is already opening his mouth and leaning forward for a berry. Alexander won’t waste them, not when Magnus has already summoned them, and Magnus abuses this loophole continuously.

“Your enjoyment is never a waste.” Magnus tells him and feeds him another berry, watching as Alexander’s face smooths from a grimace of exhausted pain to tired delight, his tongue peeking out to chase the juice on Magnus’ fingers.

“My little fruit bat.” Magnus and instead of a kiss, he gets a cranky nip of teeth and Alexander is scowling at him, cheeks stuffed full of berries, his greedy boy.

“Not happening.” Alexander mutters as he finally swallows, and he gives Magnus a dark look even as he leans forward for another bite.

“Of course, of course darling. After all, it’s not very imaginative of me to simple call you what you are.”

Alexander groans as his fingers close around Magnus’ fingertips and Magnus chuckles, exhausted himself but the humor is needed after the last two days and he lets it rest, Alexander mock-ignoring him while still being fed by Magnus’ hand.

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“Alexander, petal why on earth are you out here this late?” And by late, it’s nearly eleven ’o’clock in the morning and most of the shadowworld is resting and sleeping, gathering their strength for another night of life.

It’s an absolute accident and Magnus winces, because while he enjoys teasing Alexander, it’s been a long day for them both. Magnus would prefer Alexander to melt into his embrace, not scowl and give Magnus dirty looks.

Except Alexander doesn’t seem to mind it, there’s no furrow on his brow.

None of those adorable, scowling pouts where you can just tell he’s judging Magnus’ ability to create endearments.

He’s smiling, the corner of his mouth a gentle upturn and he looks up from where he’s setting down a book.

“That’s nice.” He says, like he’s making any sense, like Magnus could possibly hear what he’s saying when he smiles like that.

“What is?” Magnus finds himself saying, swaying towards Alexander, hopelessly enchanted by him, and leaning down to kiss his hair and lingering, inhaling the scent of their shared shampoo.

“Petal, I don’t mind it, but���” and Alec gives him a wry look. “Don’t think this means you get permission to go overboard. I’m still going to veto you when you get ridiculous.”

“Me, ridiculous? Oh, ye of such little faith!” Magnus gasps in mock affront, “there was absolutely nothing wrong with calling you my precious pumpkin prince and you hated that one!”

Alexander sends him the look that deserves and if Magnus had lesser demon blood, he would surely shrivel from the weight of Alexander’s angelic disdain.

However, Alexander’s divine dismay is not related to Magnus’ blood and only the names he continues to try on Alexander, so Magnus laughs instead and nuzzles his boy, his love, his Alexander.

“Come now—” he murmurs, a hint of a plea to his voice. “Surely you aren’t intending on making me sleep alone?”

Alexander softens again and tilts his head up, mouth kissing Magnus’ jaw and then rubbing their cheeks together.

“I was only waiting for your potion to finish,” he promises. “I can finish the book tomorrow.”

“If you’re not too exhausted.” Magnus teases, waggling his eyebrows, because tomorrow is their day off and Magnus has plans for when they both wake up and only half of them are portaling Alexander about the world and introducing him to new things.

“Well, it won’t be a huge loss to postpone reading it.”

[its-to-the-death]

Bracket H Matchups

Round 1

Eternity Served Cold (Homestuck) vs My Lullaby (The Lion King 2)

Bear With Me (Splatoon 3) vs There's a Platypus Controlling Me (Phineas and Ferb)

Evil For Extra Credit (Phineas and Ferb) vs Stay With Me (Into the Woods)

Battle! Pokemon Wielder Volo (Pokemon Legends: Arceus) vs No One's Gonna Make a Monkey Out of Me (The Donkey Kong Country cartoon)

Friends in Low Places (Bigtop Burger) vs If I'm Gonna Eat Somebody (It Might As Well Be You) (Ferngully)

God Shattering Star (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) vs The Ballad of Sara Berry (35MM: A Musical Exhibition)

Your Best Nightmare (Undertale) vs I Love You (As Much As Someone Like Me Can Love Anyone) (Galavant)

Last Midnight (Into the Woods) vs Countdown (Epithet Erased)

Descole's theme live version (Professor Layton) vs The Ring motif (Lord of the Rings)

Why We Build the Wall (Hadestown) vs Your Contract Has Expired (A Hat in Time)

Made In America (Black Friday) vs One Step Ahead (Spies Are Forever)

Molasses to Rum (1776) vs When the Chips are Down (Hadestown)

Marley and Marley (The Muppet Christmas Carol) vs Phantom Returns Act 1 and 3 (Mario + Rabbids: Sparks)

I'm the Villain in My Own Story (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend) vs Playing With the Big Boys (The Prince of Egypt)

Big and Loud (Cats Don't Dance) vs How Can I Refuse? Reprise (Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper)

Attack at the Wall (Mulan) vs Davy Jones' theme (Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest)

Round 2

My Lullaby (The Lion King 2) vs There's a Platypus Controlling Me (Phineas and Ferb)

Stay With Me (Into the Woods) vs Battle! Pokemon Wielder Volo (Pokemon Legends: Arceus)

Friends in Low Places (Bigtop Burger) vs The Ballad of Sara Berry (35MM: A Musical Exhibition)

I Love You (As Much As Someone Like Me Can Love Anyone) (Galavant) vs Last Midnight (Into the Woods)

Descole's theme live version (Professor Layton) vs Why We Build the Wall (Hadestown)

One Step Ahead (Spies Are Forever) vs When the Chips are Down (Hadestown)

Marley and Marley (The Muppet Christmas Carol) vs Playing With the Big Boys (The Prince of Egypt)

Big and Loud (Cats Don't Dance) vs Davy Jones' theme (Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest)

Round 3

My Lullaby (The Lion King 2) vs Battle! Pokemon Wielder Volo (Pokemon Legends: Arceus)

The Ballad of Sara Berry (35MM: A Musical Exhibition) vs Last Midnight (Into the Woods)

Why We Build the Wall (Hadestown) vs One Step Ahead (Spies Are Forever)

Playing With the Big Boys (The Prince of Egypt) vs Davy Jones' theme (Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest)

Round 4 (Bracket Semifinals)

My Lullaby (The Lion King 2) vs Last Midnight (Into the Woods)

Why We Build the Wall (Hadestown) vs Davy Jones' theme (Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest)

Round 5 (Bracket Finals)

Last Midnight (Into the Woods) vs Why We Build the Wall (Hadestown)

Winner: Why We Build the Wall (Hadestown)!

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My babies🍓🍊🥝🫐🍒🍐🍍🍌🍉

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International: https://imaplatypuscreations.etsy.com/listing/1787004881

🍊🍓 are the ones I have examples of

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Parry! Riposte!

PERRY (the platypus?)! Shitpost!

Berry! Composte!

Fairy! You're toast!

Carry! You hoist!

Larry! eh, average

LARRY! The lobst(er)!

Scary! the most

eto... ummm... uhh... hmmm... eh... GHOST!

[mirica199]

Platypus Fakemon!

Drew up some more Fakemon for Zenith and Nadir! This also goes with the 'fairy food' trope that recently seems to be appearing in Pokemon.

First is Platacake! It's a Fairy Type cake platypus :3

Platacake naturally emits a sweet scent that results in it being hunted a lot by predators. However, it has a special defence mechanism; it can pop out the berries on its back as a distraction. The berries taste great and are full of nutrients, so the predators tend to go after the berries and give Platacake a chance to escape. The berries regrow within a few hours, so it doesn’t have to worry about losing them.

Like several other Pokemon in Gosdor, Platacake had to adapt to the climate change and pollution. This pretty much forced it to evolve into Platyrot, and it becomes Fairy/Poison upon doing so.

Platyrot were only recently discovered as evolutions of Platacake, and it's believed the pollution and the change of environment within Gosdor lead to the Platacake having to rapidly adapt and evolve. The ‘frosting’ on Platyrot’s back seemed to rapidly increase in weight upon evolution, making it hard for Platyrot to stand upright. The berries have become poisonous as well as the tips of its claws, and consuming the berries or being scratched will result in anyone becoming horribly poisoned.

[oldfacesnewdawnoffical]

Faction Overview: The Fenland Faction

Values:

Tenacity, Adaptability, Integrity, Devotion, Unity

Orator Succession:

[An in-depth detailed explanation HERE!]

Desirable Physical Traits:

The second-smallest of the fealty cats.

Broad faces, rounded or rectangular.

Stocky, bulky, thickset bodies.

Long and stocky legs.

Large eyes.

Either very small ears, or very large ears.

Large, thick, wide paws. Webbed paws; polydactalism.

Black claws. (Jet-black claws are said to be a trait of the Black Star, and that means the cat in question is either blessed by her, or a descendant of her)

Notably long whiskers.

Thick, shorter tails.

Pelts are most commonly dark, rich colors- black, red, chocolate and cinnamon are the most favored. Smoke, solid colors, and tabbies are also popular.

[BONUS] Scars are viewed as the mark of the stupid and conspicuous, or of malefactors. Fenlanders prefer to keep their bodies as unmarred as possible, to show that they are of incredible stealth. Many brash young cats end up with the likeness of an animal carved into their skin for killing for sport or stealing food; cheaters risk getting a brand of their partner’s choice if an affair is discovered; those who are heavily scarred are distrusted and seen as villainous.

Diet:

Cooking is significantly most commonly done by Fenlanders; they’re known for making nearly anything taste good, as they have the least to work with but with more of a reason to have an extra bite to what provides them energy, even if the other factions would never acknowledge it. They’re happy and eager to stir fry anything that they’re able to access, and stews are commonplace.

Alongside Moorsweepers and Riverwardens, they offer clay as an export, but they’re the lead when it comes to crafted cookware, utensils, and other food preparation equipment; items crafted by a Fenlander have a tendency to have a far longer lifetime than any others.

Their diet is the most broad, with herpetofauna (lizards, snakes, turtles, salamanders, frogs and toads) making up a large, significant portion of it; insects are a crunchy favorite, and commonly found in many of their dishes. Eggs of all sorts are also heavily found in Fenlander fare.

Due to the nature of their territory, they boast an impressive array of distinctive spices - though they can’t compete with the likes of the Woodruff and Riverward. Sweet flag, pickerelweed, milkweed, juniper, fennel, mint, and numerous water lilies are abundant, alongside swamp berries such as chokeberries and dewberries. The flavor of common juniper, in particular, is intense, peppery, and is featured in many meals; the spicier, the better!

As the swamplands are the most deeply affected by the cold, prey is often stored in pots to keep and sterilize it. Their inventiveness reaches bounds above the other factions.

Cherries are to never be consumed by a Fenlander.

Animal/Mindless Husbandry:

Rats (See: Notable Non-Fealty Alliances: The Reavers).

Corvids (See: Notable Non-Fealty Alliances: The Voiceless Ones).

Pickerel frogs.

Fireflies.

Turtles.

Axolotls.

Giant freshwater snails.

Trade (Exports):

Pottery, cookware, tools, utensils and clay.

Snail shell dice.

Mud.

Waterproof paints and dyes.

Wild rice and various swampland herbs and spices.

Delicacy foods such as eggs: waterfowl, turtle, frog, crocodile, lizard, fish, and platypus.

Mooncakes and moon water.

Reptile skins, scales, and limbs.

Cobweb surpluses.

Faction-Specific Holidays:

The Night of Trust — Every new moon is viewed as a time in which their Founder expresses her trust in them, closing her eye and blessing the entirety of the lands in a blanket of darkness. Oftentimes celebrated by a lighthearted hunting competition, but primarily the nights are spent enjoying the company of loved ones. Partners are often joined during this time, so that when their Founder’s eye opens again, she can cast her blessing upon them.

Crescent Seeking — Every crescent moon, those who can navigate the territory safely are invited to play a game known to the Fenland cats as “pursuit” (essentially, extremely competitive hide and seek).

The Longest Tales — The longest night of winter is devoted to the historians. As many cats that can fit will gather within the historian’s den to create heat and listen to the recounting of epic tales, notable historical lessons, and fun stories.

Leaffall Feast — To prepare for the coming winter, a festival and feast is thrown to keep morale high and share delicacies. It is customary for every cat to provide their own dish, with mooncakes and spiced tinctures being a distinctive specialty and common favorite.

Festival of Fireflies — At the end of winter, it's time for spring to begin again. Excess fireflies are released, in a show of “warming the skies”, and the camp is decorated in preserved flowers. Gifts are commonly exchanged between loved ones during this time.

Music:

Primarily Grimdark-type folk songs!

Many string instruments (such as lyres and harps) are used. However clay-carved instruments such as ocarinas are commonly found as well.

The music itself tends to be very quiet, while also being very heavy - the kind of music that weighs on your mind.

Most Valued Relations:

The relationships forged between siblings, especially littermates, are by far the most notable and exalted.

Courting/Coupling/Joining (+ Joining Ceremonies):

With their focus moreso on survival, courting habits within the Fenland are very unique and far different from any others across the fealty.

True romances are few and far between, with cats taking mates rather than partners, and usually for the sole sake of bearing strong kits to carry on bloodlines. That being said, it isn’t as though romance is dead to these cats, just… a bit harder to find and keep.

Courters will often attempt to impress one another with their strength, stealth, and hunting skills, and may even pick physical fights as a public display of interest.

Those who take mates outside their faction often will take passing unaligned rather than deal with the other factions. They commonly view taking partners within the other factions as “messy”, with the potential of leading to political conflicts, which is an extra, unneeded hit against a faction that has its own unique struggles.

Notable Non-Fealty Alliances:

The Reavers - A mischief of mindful rats that claim Carrionplace. Often “employed” by Fenlanders to root out safe fungi in exchange for protection and safe passage through their lands.

The Voiceless Ones - A conspiracy of mindful corvids (ravens and crows) that live near Sothassyrth’s lair; known to coexist with her. During rough seasons, they aid the faction in hunting or finding food, in exchange for carved trinkets and insects.

“The Pale Shadow of the Depths”, Sothassyrth - No alliance; merely a “coexisting”. An ancient albino alligator who barters her wisdom and knowledge in exchange for a full belly. Her tastes vary, but she isn’t known to be particularly picky… Often employs lookouts from the Voiceless Ones to report back to her on the daily comings-and-goings of fealty cats, the movement of prey, and general drama.

Views on Death + Burial Practices:

Only kin (blood or found family) are allowed to wish the spirit of the newly departed safe passage to the stars, and traditionally will fast for nine days after the body has been laid to rest. The orator commonly gives a grand speech that details the life, skills, and honor of the recently deceased.

The bodies are then traditionally left to the Voiceless Ones to be excarnated. Once the bones have been stripped bare, they are collected and cleansed; the skulls are carefully carved with symbols based on the cat’s final rank in life and their notable achievements. The rest of a cat’s body is to be given back to the faction, “so that their bones may continue to serve while their spirits rest”; they are commonly incorporated into the camp’s structure, or taken as decorations via the cat’s kin or loved ones.

Only the cleansed, carved skulls are then taken to the Sap Falls, where they are carefully left at the roots of an ancient, massive, white weeping cherry tree. The skulls are then slowly taken in by and encased in the tree’s sap, which quickly hardens into amber, preserving the skulls. [Highly inspired by @grainsaucer’s post and artwork HERE!]

To eat the fruit from the Sap Falls tree is to condemn your own soul. It is believed that should one eat a cherry from the Sap Falls, their spirit will be trapped inside of the amber, rather than rise to the stars.

Religious Views:

Highly religious, neck and neck with the Moorsweepers. While the Moorswept widely believes that they’re the closest to the Stars Above, so too do the Fenland, who believe that they help patrol the night skies and stars right alongside their Founder.

Incredibly superstitious as well.

Fun Facts!:

Like their real counterparts, nocturnal! Sans the day-scouts, of course.

Dark sense of humor? Absolutely. They often joke about cats going missing on their territory, and their version of “goodbye” to friends is “try not to die, okay?” Their speech and mannerisms are just generally deemed as rather crude, and they’re very big with the ideal of “respectful disrespect”.

Fealty Gesture (sign language) originated in the heart of the Fenland. While primarily due to the importance they place upon stealth and silence within their culture and very way of life, it was quickly realized that it could aid Deaf cats amongst them, alongside those who had injuries, other disabilities, or preferences against speech.

Bonus: Most Fenlanders are multilingual! They’re typically fluent in Common, Gesture, and Ornithomance.

[cdytpanda]

It's Berry The Blatterfish! You know, the blatterfish on planet 4546-B that works for a Spy Agency, and totally doesn't have a sworn enemy named Sheren. He's definitely based off of Perry The Platypus from Phineas and Ferb. Totally not at all.

[sparksinmyveins]

I'm a turquoise and Berry Platypus, also known as Perrys best friend Berry

Everyone pick up your government-assigned fursona, grab your two colors then combine it with this random animal picker. Tell us what you get and no rerolls, I don't make the rules.