Gonna Manipulate Mansplain Malewife Gaslight Girlboss Gatekeep Our Way Thru This One

WE NEVER MADE THAT EXCEL SHEET LMAO

very not pog of us

soo wedding fic when

LePlatypus, Mon Amour.

a phineas and ferb X f1 crackfic? si. i don't have much plot at the moment so I thought I would just post whatever I have.. so this is a snippet. if u wanna write the fic dm me! i have ideas but no ambition.

Maximilian Doofenshmirtz had a problem.

Well, he had several problems. His evil lair's espresso machine was on the fritz again, his latest inator had turned his favorite pair of shoes into sentient beings that now refused to be worn, and his daughter Lanessa was threatening to move out if he didn't stop using her room as a storage space for his "Evil Plans That Didn't Work" memorabilia.

But the most pressing issue at hand was the mysterious human who kept showing up and thwarting his evil schemes.

Max had first noticed the man during his attempt to replace all the city's pigeons with robotic versions that would deliver his manifesto instead of defecating on statues. Just as he was about to activate the Pigeonator 3000, the man had appeared out of nowhere, dismantled the machine with alarming efficiency, and disappeared without a trace.

"Who was that?" Max had wondered aloud, scratching his head. "Just some random human? How rude!"

This pattern continued. Every time Max was on the verge of executing a brilliant plan—be it the Mustache-Inator, designed to give everyone in the Tri-State Area a mustache (regardless of gender), or the Reverse-Vacuum-Inator, intended to suck all the air out of a room to make people appreciate oxygen more—the same man would appear, sabotage his efforts, and vanish.

Max was baffled. He had no idea who this person was. He didn't even have a name for him. He was just... that human.

Then, one day, during an attempt to turn all the city's fountains into chocolate fondue stations (because why not?), the man showed up again.

Max's eyes widened in zero recognition.

"A human?!" he exclaimed.

This time, however, he had put on a red fedora with a sigh.

"Charles the Human?!"

Charles, adjusting his fedora, gave Max a bemused look. "I've always been human, Max."

Max blinked. "No, no, no. You're Charles the Human. I recognise you now because of the hat."

Charles sighed. "We've been through this. I'm always me, hat or no hat."

Max waved him off. "Nonsense. Without the hat, you're just some random human. But with the hat, you're Charles the Human, my nemesis!"

From that day forward, Max was convinced that the red fedora was the key to Charles's identity. Whenever Charles appeared without it, Max would treat him as a stranger, even if they had just spoken the day before.

"Who are you?" Max would ask, squinting suspiciously.

"It's me, Charles," Charles would reply, exasperated.

"Charles who?"

"Charles the Human."

Max would shake his head. "Impossible. Charles the Human wears a red fedora. You're just a regular human."

Charles eventually gave up trying to convince Max otherwise. He started carrying the fedora with him at all times, putting it on whenever he needed Max to recognise him.

Their interactions became increasingly absurd. Max would invite Charles over for tea, only to forget who he was if he took off his hat to scratch his head.

"Stranger danger!" Max would yell, throwing a scone at Charles.

"It's me, Max!" Charles would protest, dodging the pastry.

"Prove it!"

Charles would sigh, put the fedora back on, and Max's face would light up.

"Charles the Human! There you are! I was wondering where you'd gone."

Despite the chaos, their relationship developed a strange rhythm. Max would devise elaborate schemes, Charles would thwart them, and they would share tea afterward—provided Charles kept his hat on.

One evening, as they sat on Max's balcony overlooking the city, Max turned to Charles.

"You know, Charles the Human, you're the best nemesis a villain could ask for."

Charles smiled. "Thanks, Max. You're not so bad yourself."

Max nodded, then frowned. "Wait a minute. Who are you?"

Charles groaned. "Not this again."

🥺what will happen if max and charles' friends(like pierre) come and visit them in The Kingdom, The Power, The Glory？

babyyy dont make me cry im writing FLUFFF RN YOU ARE MESSING UP THE AURAA

also also yes. yes. that would be beautiful. that would be terrifying. someone gave you too much power. I'm gonna use that btw.

i just want to let you know The Kingdom, The Power, The Glory haunts me everyday 🥹 and I read the snippet you posted and OH MY GOD IM IN SHAMBLES 😭😭😭

May I suggest having bits of Max talking to other drivers too 😭 also the notes, i feel like charles was very elaborate on his note system that its probably a goldmine in there. No pressure though, and thanks again for sharing TKTPTG, forever OBSESSED

THANK YOU FOR THE SUGGESTIONS BABESS!! love you mwahh IF YOU WANT TO SEND ME MORE OF THESE PLS PLS DO I LEGIT HAVE NO PLOT FOR THAT FIC. ONLY VIBES. VERY ANGSTY VIBES.

phone, I love you so much, you connect me to so many things that i would never see otherwise, thank you phone

still don’t know what “unctuous” means and at this point I fear it.

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

you can literally say i love you to anyone anywhere anytime ever

So I might actually be insane cause the amount of times I have read "The Kingdom, The Power, The Glory" is actually insane and too many to count.

i read it exactly once and now the implications of a potential sequel is plaguing me. i might be going insane. its very hard to say. I'm writing fluff to cope.

i approach human relationships in a normal manner

relatable type shii

guys i have been phoneless for all of 2 hours and i already think i am dying