#sunny-platypi

[pokemonlolitaproject]

Part 2/2 of a request by sunny-platypi for a coord based on Pokemon #877 Morpeko (Hangry)

[pseudowho]

Hello Haitch how are you? Hope you're fine and well. So basically I just came across this lovely post here. UMM MAYBE THAT'S WHY I HAVE A TYPE?

https://www.tumblr.com/sunny-platypi/740665630821351424/this-is-the-same-man?source=share

I mean I get the tall slim suited thing as a type...

...but the 10th Doctor ain't no Higuruma 🤭 and I'm a lifelong Doctor Who fan and avid merch collector.

-- Haitch xxx

[janegrey9]

i was very startled when i saw this on my dash bc at first i was like oh look someone has the same pfp as me lol and then i realized it was me even tho tumblr put it on my dash as a "based on your likes" post. so. solid addition tho @sunny-platypi

i feel like everyone's really glossing over the fact that allan canonically killed someone. there is a doll IN CANON with a kill count. i love him

[jesterofinaba]

If status effects like burn or pollen have an effect on shadows and persona users, can being drunk count as that and how would that affect Adachi and Magatsu-Izanagi? I’d imagine accuracy/evasiveness go waaaay down and works like rage (user just does random attacks at random targets without thinking), but then falls asleep after maybe like 3 or 4 turns xD

Unprompted Asks - Always Accepting!

[While I have the drinking asks going on (and sorry for the wait on those, lol, life's been busy as hell, I'll work on finishing 'em tonight), this seemed like a good ask to answer!

I actually love being drunk as a status effect, I won't lie - for the characters that can legally drink, of course! I definitely think they'd be numb a little too, maybe attack randomly or just choose to sit there, lol. I definitely love the idea that they fall asleep after a little while too aljgsdlgjs

Adachi, even after he's not acting anymore, still is a very happy drunk. When he's around other people, anyway-

But he'd be a massive goofball and not take the fight seriously at all. Probably still make insulting jokes. And probably really easily knocked out.]

[astrology101]

Capricorn Sun, Pisces Moon and Cancer Rising ✨

"From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone." -Edgar Allan Poe

Requested by @sunny-platypi 💫

[lehhoh7822]

story one: when i was like. between the ages of 5-8 whenever i would see my cousin (who was like. what 16 at teh time?) we had a long running joke of “platypus squiddle-diddle” which essentially anyone would ask us anything, like “[name] go, set the table” and we would reply in unison “platypus squiddle-diddle” before going to do it. its like. stupid in retrospect but it meant a lot at the time and is pretty sweet to look back on in retrospect

story two: when i was like. 11, my parents took us around pretty much all of the east coast of Australia and the entire time my favourite animal was a platypus so i spent the whole time looking for platypuses/platypi in the various rivers lakes and streams. i didnt see 1. until the very last river we got to, where i noticed two guys just fucking chilling in the riverbed and lemme tell you sunny 11 year old me fucking screamed. (to be fair, current lehho would react the exact same)

midwest wins we have urban gothic

[pastelog]

Name moodboard for Arin @sunny-platypi

[justkeeptrekkin]

Freedom to Love

A very quick thing I wrote based on this amazing fanart by @mundycide.

***

It’s only now in the quiet of the bookshop that Aziraphale feels it creep up on him. 

It’s sort of silly, in a way. It feels silly, that, after all that they have both been through, this should be the moment that Aziraphale feels his throat go tight and painful. They’ve seen the world’s beginning. They’ve seen its almost-end. They have been treated cruelly and been cruel to each other in turn. 

And yet it is only now- Crowley’s pinky finger carefully, so nervously hooked over his- that Aziraphale thinks he might cry. 

He’s watching him from his arm chair- watching Crowley, who’s sat on the edge of the coffee table beside him. Crowley’s showing him something on his phone- they’re both a bit drunk, and their conversation about God’s decision to use all the leftover animal bits to make the platypus has triggered him into one of his rants. 

Aziraphale’s hand on the arm of the chair, Crowley’s just beside his. 

A tentative finger stretching out to touch his. 

Aziraphale moving his closer to accept. The start of a hand hold. A terrible YouTube video of a platypus.

It’s such a silly, silly time to suddenly feel the need to cry. 

But Aziraphale feels it nonetheless. He’s spent his long existence pushing down his doubt, pushing away questions, pushing aside all the hurt that Heaven has caused with every little needle-prick they’ve given him. Six thousand years of needle-pricking. He’s pushed it all down because he’s spent this whole time prioritising Heaven. Because he thought it was right. 

How could he not? No other option. Or, at least, none that he saw- so blinded by his defiance and useless hope in something good that he pushed aside Crowley for them. And, as a result, he has been missing out on this- holding hands, platypus videos, and bottles of red wine on a sunny Sunday evening. 

He has never been more angry at himself. 

He has never felt more relieved.

It is terrifying to be here. To be on nobody’s side but his own, but Crowley’s. To have severed all affiliation with his family. It is terrifying, but it is the most at home that he has ever felt, ever since the beginning. Nothing could be more right or good than this, not even Heaven.

No, nothing has felt more right than taking Crowley’s hand fully now, hearing his rant die on his lips and seeing those gold eyes turn to him and widen. Aziraphale can’t see clearly. The tears make it like he’s seeing through a warped window. 

He grips Crowley’s hand tight.

“Angel?” 

Crowley’s voice comes out in a distraught croak, confused, and Aziraphale grips his hand harder. Squeezes his eyes shut and holds his breath. The only way to stop the tears. 

But then, why hold back? He’s held back all these millennia. Perhaps-

Just for once-

“Angel,” Crowley breathes. Eyes still closed, Aziraphale hears him turn towards the armchair on the coffee table. Hand securely in his. He can’t let go, he can’t. “Who knew platypuses would make you tear up,” he jokes, quietly. “Platypuses? Platypi-?” “I’m sorry.” His voice comes out horrible and strained. “God, Crowley, I’m so sorry.”

There’s a moment of terrifying silence. And then Aziraphale can’t hold his breath any more, lets out a choking sob. Covers his face with his free hand.

He hears Crowley’s knees hit the floor, by his feet.

“Aziraphale.” 

The way he says his name. Oh, the way he says his name, like they’re both in the pub and Aziraphale’s discorporated and they still think the world is about to end. 

“I’ve been such a fool.” He feels the grimace of tears on his face. Covers it with his hand as much as he can. And it’s like something is scratching its way out of his lungs up his throat, making his voice thick and pushing his breath out of him in stutters. “Oh, Crowley, I’ve been so stupid. All- all these years choosing them. Labouring over what was right or wrong, running away and being- the most terrible coward-”

“Stop,” Crowley growls. He sounds hurt. 

But Aziraphale can’t stop. The way he’s gripping Crowley’s hand now, he might just break it. “You were there all that time, you were the only one- and I tried so hard to ignore it and now we’re here and I’ve never regretted anything more, Crowley, than not holding your hand sooner.” The sound a rough exhale. “If you hadn’t- if, if, if we’d done it differently, we wouldn’t be here now. Isn’t that right? That’s the whole ineffable thing, isn’t it angel. It’s ineffable. It’s. This is the place we’re meant to be now. Trust me, I’ve spent a lot of time- poking at my bad decisions and looking in the past, but-”

“I’m so frightened, Crowley,” he says.

And he removes his hand from his face, looks at Crowley. He looks aghast. Mouth hanging open, not knowing what to say but desperate to say something. Kneeling at his feet and holding onto his hand. And something in Aziraphale’s face makes his expression even more urgent. Perhaps the ugly, bloodshot redness in his baby blue eyes as he cries.

Crowley crawls up onto his feet and leans a knee on one side of the armchair. 

He wraps an arm around Aziraphale’s neck and brings him close, holds him. 

A hug. 

“Angel.”

They’ve never done this before. This kind of closeness. They’ve known each other’s souls, known each other better than anyone else and yet this- this is new. It wrings out a sob from somewhere deep inside Aziraphale.

He brings both his arms around Crowley and buries his face in his shoulder. 

“Nothing to be frightened of, now,” Crowley says in broken whisper. He swallows loudly. “Free now.”

“But- so, so many years.” Aziraphale’s words are muffled, a gasp rising out of him like he’s been drowning and now he’s surfaced. Finally, surfaced, and he can breath. “So many years of running away from… I’m so afraid of losing you, Crowley. How silly, that now we’re here, I’m afraid you’ll go.” “Not silly.” Crowley hangs his head. Breathes in deeply. Like he’s breathing him in and absorbing what he can. “Not silly at all, angel.”

“I’m so sorry for not- Crowley- I’m so sorry.” “Shhh. ‘S OK.”

He’s in his lap now. They’ve been pulling each other closer, as close as possible. Aziraphale’s face in Crowley’s waistcoat, hands making fists in his clothes. Crowley’s lips pressed firmly against the top of his head. Sharing the affection they’ve been deprived of, that they’ve deprived each other of. 

And he keeps crying. “Oh, Crowley.” It’s all he can say now, it’s all that’s left. It’s in the core of him, his love for him- everything else stripped away till he’s left raw, and at the centre, Crowley. This part of him that’s been dampened and squashed and pushed down and swept away, kept at bay in all ways imaginable. This beautiful feeling that Aziraphale’s abused and denied. Now it’s rising to the surface like a buoy, and it won’t go under, not any more. It pushes tears out of his eyes and sobs from his chest.

Crowley cradles his face, gently. So gently. Crowley has so many sides to him- one of them is gentle, and Aziraphale aches that he’s only just discovered it. 

“You’re where I belong,” Aziraphale whispers. 

Crowley’s breath shudders, then. He hears it, feels it against his forehead. 

And Aziraphale is suddenly exhausted. Yet, he continues. “It’s so strange to admit that now. It feels like now that I have, this will all just disappear. That it isn’t really real. Like... waking up the minute you realise you’re dreaming.”  Crowley sighs through his nose. Presses his lips against his head. Breathes in deeply. Strokes Aziraphale’s cheek with his thumb. “Not a dream. Not this time.”

They have nowhere to be, nothing to attend to. They have no one to see but each other. And so they hold each other wordlessly for a while, and another while longer. Hold each other in all the ways they couldn’t until now.

[notsureyetis]

tampons take blood

fake tea drinks stim toys

mark cuban makes deal

cuban shark makes seal

taking time to walk down old roads

broken glass

phat ass

finger blast

rooibos and honey

making money

faking sunnies

the way in which platypi

vitamin c and fat guy

blonde muffin

top

stop

mop

diving boards above shark infested jelly

oh nelly

mammalian protruberances

making excuses

taking papooses

flooses

juice is

vortioxetine meant to make me happy

20mg

is it working

are you twerking

yet

yetis dance

they gyrate

they fly

above forgotten ruins of triple belgian villages

chocolate

white

milk

mocktails

are they real

?

bananas peel

they spill their truth

fleshy flesh

inside

who eats the banana

is it you or is it the banana

?

cocker spaniel

takes cock

daniel

manuel

unlock hotel room

with keys for 2 rooms

boom

boom

tarantulas play among webs

the interweb that is

that is dark and full of spiders

and flies

food

prey

fish fille

t

brown poop

sticky

icky

poop

making rhymes

rhyme

taste the differences

poop

mug

for you

or for me

see

can you?

that’s okay if not

but can you?

that’s okay if not

but can you?

that’s okay if snot

shot

rot

baby in a satanic cot

jesus in a satanic pot

pots of good

pots of bad

rad

mad

fad

m’lad ee

who takes who gives

who makes who lives

those who make give

those who take give

i take

i flake

sometimes

but mostly my friends flake

instead

make me

stop

go on make me

break glass overhead

break glass over heads

overheads

cost analysis

breakdown of figures

make me stop

fellatio

vibratio

monsters incorporated sex

flex

making time for doing dumb shit

making time for doing dumb shit

making time for doing dumb shit

making time for doing dumb shit

lit

bit

64 bit

32 bit

16bit

8bit

4bit

2bit

1bit

just a little bit

more

core

softcore

hardcore nails

hardcore dry

wall

diy

be a guy

go on

do it

be a guy

lol

make me

make me

make me

make me

make me

break me

you can’t break broke

you can’t make spoke

you can’t make yolk

but you can break it

do i express

or do i depress

or both

do i confuse

do i lose

hope

?

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[personalblood]

@sunny-platypi I'm pretty sure thats the zombie hunter Daphne

Scooby Doo: Into the Scoobyverse

[pokemonlolitaproject]

Part 1/2 of a request by sunny-platypi for a coord based on Pokemon #877 Morpeko

[awkward-darkness]

20 Questions Tag Thingy

tagged by @see--jane--rest - ugh sorry this is so late! and @sapphic--leia

Rules: Answer the 20 questions, and tag 20 amazing followers that you’d like to get to know better.

Name: Adrienne

Nicknames: My family calls me Chicken! Just don’t ask.

Zodiac sign : Sagittarius

Height : 5′8″ - and still growing.

Orientation : Aro-Ace but with hella strong aesthetic attraction to people.

Ethnicity : British/Scottish

Favourite Fruit : Apples. Can’t get enough.

Favourite Season : Autumn, I ADORE crushing leaves.

Favourite Book Series : Actual Books: The Uglies by Scott Westerfeld. Comics: I’d say any version of Deadpool, he kicks ass.

Favourite Flower: Violets

Favourite Scent : Lavender, freshly baked bread, fluffy towels and cinnamon.

Favourite Colour : Purple and green.

Favourite Animal : Platypi, Foxes, Rabbits, Seahorses, Robins and BEARS.

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Cocoa : Hot Chocolate!!!!

Average Sleep Hours: Not enough.

Favourite Fictional Characters :  oh boy, Ramona Flowers, Spiderman, Deadpool, Amethyst, Rebecca Bunch, any version of Gwen Stacey, Batman, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Flynn Rider, Rapunzel, Madeline Hatter, C.A Cupid, Han Solo, Indiana Jones, Cyborg, Starfire, Applejack, Rarity, Violet, Sunny and Klaus Baudelaire, Charlotte Charles, Ned/The Piemaker, Cleo De Nile and Veronica Sawyer. And yes, I did copy and paste this from the other tag like this I have already done. But I changed some of the characters.

Number of Blankets You Sleep With : 1

Dream Trip : Any of the Disney theme parks or Universal or Harry Potter Studios.

Blog Created : idk, but my first post was in April 2015!

Number of Followers:  43 (blocked all the porn bots 😉)

Tag 20 people: OH SHIT HERE WE GO

@deadlynightshadeandcreepingvines @hells-will-88 @yombatable @poolsidescientist

Look at all these 20 people! Don’t bother counting they’re all there!

[infinitely-joyful]

7, 10, 11, 35? for the ask game !! 💕(:

ANON!!! TYSM AND I’M SO SORRY THIS IS LIKE FOUR DAYS LATE AODFHNKA 

I reblog a lot of ask memes and since this is old idrk which one it was supposed to be for but I’ll do the latest one!

7) What kind of weather do you like?

Sunny! But like not rlly hot and sunny, you feel? Like breezy and sunny! Also I really love rain storms and snow storms! Also those days in winter where there’s like snow on the ground and everything is white and calm but it’s sunny out and maybe a bit breezy and warm? I love those, perfect for skiing!

10) What’s your favourite animal?

aldkjfsa this is so hard to choose just one!!! I think I’ll go with dogs, pigs, and platypuses/platypi!!!!!

11) What is your favourite song right now?

AGain! Soo hard to choose omfg ahhh but I think I’ll go with What’s Up by 4 Non Blondes! Idrk if it’s my fav rn but it’s always one of my favs and that’s the only one I can think of off the top of my head!

35) What is your favourite thing about yourself?

I really like my eyes and sense of humor!!

[posts-from-a-scarier-timeline]

@sunny-platypi now

that's

a darker timeline

"DC made the Harley Quinn TV show writers cut a scene where Batman ate out Catwoman because they think it would affect toy sales" I am going to bed

[jesterofinaba]

While reading through your blog, I remembered I drew Adachi as that knife cat meme a while ago! With the Investigation Team about to do an All Out Attack, of course. Enjoy >w

[OH MY GODDDDD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH TYSM FOR SENDING THIS IN!!! EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS!!! TOP 10 PHOTOS TAKEN SECONDS BEFORE DISASTER

I absolutely ADORE this!!! i’m still dying over adachi as the knife cat to an all out attack ALDJFLSJF]

[jesterofinaba]

Catboy Adachi? You mean nyaa-dachi?

Unprompted Asks - Always Accepting!

“Nya-dachi! It’s a purrfect nickname. Real fur-midable. Paw-sitively the best I’ve heard. I laughed so hard it knocked meow-t.”

The cat puns will never cease.