#heinz doofenshmirtz

[periflynn]

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[the-aroace-artist]

This show has taken over my brainwaves I swear

[birdpal]

Can you draw Doofenshmirtz getting married to parry the blatypus?

doofenshmirtz is an ocelot in the eyes of the state so unfortunately there were no laws in place to prevent this union

[mizzlebloom]

The image is so ingrained in my mind that I couldn't think of anything else to make. Now was this a waste of a lunchtime?

(jimmy faces added in post)

[rob-demers-art]

Dr. Heinz Doofenshirtz from Phineas and Ferb.

[cosmofan47]

How is this possible, you might ask?

My theory is that Mrs. Doofenshmirtz took one look at her firstborn son… and bolted.

Mr. Doofenshmirtz probably didn’t even show.

(I think Heinz may have been… unplanned, unlike his brother, Roger).

Phineas and Ferb s1 ep 5a, Raging Bully

[agentlizardofowca]

PnF Secret Santa Fic for @erizumon

Merry Christmas Erizu! I got to write you a fic for the Secret Santa, are you surprised? I took inspiration from your favourite Christmas film; The Santa Clause To make is easier to translate I posted it on Ao3, please read it there! ¡Feliz Navidad, Erizu! Me tocó escribirte un fic para el amigo invisible, ¿te sorprende? Me inspiré en tu película navideña favorita: Santa Claus Para que sea más fácil de traducir lo publiqué en Ao3, ¡léelo allí!

Title: You can count on me Pairing: Perry the platypus/Heinz Doofenshmirtz Summary: It's Christmas Eve and Phineas and Ferb are staying awake to meet Santa. But, whilst waiting for him, one of Doofenshmirtz's self-destruct buttons explodes when Santa lands. Now who is going to deliver all the presents?

[mammalsofaction]

Merry Fuckin' Christmas

Rating: M

Relationships: Perry the Platypus/Heinz Doofenshmirtz

Add tags: Established relationships, dancing, speaking perry, human Perry, pnfsecretsanta, merry Christmas liz dont hate me bc i really like this prompt, FUCK TIMEZONES I JUST WOKE UP

Dedicated to @agentlizardofowca for the secret santa

Read here on ao3

"Oh, this takes me back.”

Perry looks up, a little further back than is comfortable, on account of them both being pressed so close together. Perry raises an eyebrow at him.

“You don’t remember?” Heinz asks, a little sullenly.

Perry hums a little, as if in thought. He closes his eyes, allowing Heinz the opportunity to stare unabashedly; observe his smooth, relaxed features and the subtle flush from the cold outside. Given the opportunity, Heinz could stare at him forever.

Perry briefly takes his hands off of his waist to sign, and Heinz clutches at his shoulders. New Years?

He hadn’t even thought of that, but now that he does, the memory brings itself forward with a familiar flush of warmth. It’s a better memory, for sure.

“I was thinking more along the lines of our first.” Heinz prods.

Perry furrows his brow, a head tilt as eloquent as a thousand words. Heinz could almost hear him say it; That was our first.

Heinz shakes his head, giggling, and oh, that must be the champagne. His feet are getting sore–they must’ve been here for hours–but he feels reluctant to let this night pass just yet. “Earlier,” he coaxes. “Early. Our first summer.”

The furrow stays for a second longer, than two, and Heinz could tell the moment it hits him. Perry breathes out an involuntary chuckle, and Heinz could feel his own heart growing two sizes.

We were doing the macarena, Perry complains.

“There was a salsa in there somewhere.”

Some ballet moves.

“You did most of the leading,” Heinz recalls, giggling again, because he had been so irritated by it.

Not on purpose, Perry responds, and Heinz is man enough to give him that. Perry doesn’t lie, not for stupid, little things. He doesn’t see the point, when he’d lied enough for two lifetimes. Besides, I knew you were a better dancer.

Heinz raised an eyebrow. “Even then?”

Even then. Perry confirms.

The Michael Buble song playing, an instrumental of Baby, It’s Cold Outside, ends with a flourish, and so do they. Perry leads, and Heinz follows, but he does it on his own time, on his own terms, and Perry meets him half-way. He twirls, and Perry spins him, and when he trips on his feet Perry covers for him, swooping him low. The crowd around them; OWCA staff, agents and interns, clap enthusiastically for them. Heinz feels dizzy, delighted, but even with all the attention there’s no feeling on earth like Perry’s eyes on him, gulping him down like a tall glass of water.

Perry leads him away from the dancefloor before the next song could start, sneaking away into one of the many shadowed nooks and crannies outside the hall. They’re grinning and giggling like a couple of teenagers, not that Heinz had any sort of similar experience in his youth. He’s tempted to lead Perry all the way down the rest of the hall, outside the gates and into the parking lot, to bring him home, but then Perry pins him against the wall, hiking him up to sit on his hip so Heinz could wrap his legs around him, and oh. Well. He could settle with something quick before they go.

“I kept it, y’know.” Perry mumbles, his accent thick and slurred from mulled wine, now that they were well away from every other listening ear.

“Hm?”

“The magazine,” Perry smirks. He hikes Heinz a little higher on his hip, making him squeak. “You look amazing in tights.”

“Is that your grappling hook,” Heinz asks weakly. “Or are you just happy to see me?”

Perry laughs, pulling his lover down. Their lips clash like titans; it’s hungry and sloppy and a little too wet, and when Perry pulls away there is a smear of bold rouge all across the lower half of his face, and Heinz is thinking they really should’ve at least made it out to the car. Perry presses his mouth below Heinz’s ear–in their periphery, the crowd inside the hall has begun making a ruckus. The clock strikes midnight with a loud, echoing gong, masking the sound of his involuntary moan as Perry slips a hand down the front of his white tuxedo pants.

Merry Christmas indeed.

[couldtheycatchkira]

[eeriebitsandbobs]

gorgeous

one of my fav bits in the comics is this rare and fleeting intersection of candace and doof

[pnfoutofcontext]

[candycatstuffs]

Candace and doofenshmirtz would be tumblr mutuals i think

[doodle-list]

Deeply hope they keep the family vibes going in the revival

[not-a-pharmacist]

Yeah Francis has some issues. I don't regret asking him if he really is evil.

Monogram is so odd to me. He's so goofy but so hateable.

He hates his wife. He gets a reaction eating cheese. He's a theater kid. He makes his agents work overtime. He doesn't pay his intern. He would go undercover to save said intern & worries about him but he also won't thank him. He makes silly songs with his agents. He's weird enough for HEINZ to ask if he's evil.

I wanna dissect his brain.

[unreversedumbrella]

actually if vanessa came out as trans doofenshmirtz would go take his dusty "transition-inator" out of the closet and teach her how to use it in the most genuine but embarassing way possible