Welcome to my little corner of tumblr! I mostly make art (#my art stuff) but occasionally Iâll write (#my writing stuff & feeling_pink on Ao3) for the things that I like! Which is a lot of things! (Currently: Phineas and Ferb, Drawfee/Drawtectives) Hope you enjoy your stay! ~ If you were wondering you can call me Leo or Pink! I donât really mind either way! She/her pronouns are cool but I donât really care what you refer to me as! Feel free to come talk to me about whatever!! Shared interests, if you want a random fact about something, art/writing requests, anything! Iâm better at answering DMs but Iâll try my best for asks too!! Thanks for stopping by! :)
I may be graduating in a couple days so⌠grad cap design! :)
Process stuff under the cut (of course)
Iâve had a crazy final semester so I didnât actually start thinking about making a grad cap until this last Tuesday (since my final thing was due on Monday haha)
I knew I had to do something Phineas and Ferb themed, so I started with writing down quotes that I liked!
I was planning to do a couple designs with some of the different quotes but I immediately fell in love with this Curtain Call / Time Spent Together concept (which felt fitting) so I actually just ran with this design!
So I booted up photoshop and made a mock-up using:
A picture of ribbon I was planning to use
Flowers I had and was planning on using (that I had laid on my cap to see how I wanted to maybe arrange them)
And of course these last day of summer screenshot that I love dearly (I spliced the two together so I could have Isabella smiling)
The purpose of the photoshop was largely to get the sizing of the characters and text for me to print out!
I actually did this whole design on some cardboard I cut out and velcroed to my hat (caught up on some drawfee/spilled ink while I hand sewed velcro this morning haha)
The plan being I could glue watercolor paper to the cardboard and paint the background there (for texture reasons, then glue ribbon around the edge to made it look nice! And thatâs exactly what I did! :)
Then I hot glued flowers and used foam tape to elevate everyone and the lettering!
Iâm really really happy with how it turned out, especially since I designed and executed this in 2 days. Had to get the crafting zoomies out itâs been too long! Sksjjvnk
You all know what day it is!! Shaking it up this May the 4th by drawing my absolute beloved Han Solo!Isabella and some Star Wars Phinabella :)
Sketches + bonus doodles under the cut!
I know usually Iâm trying to redesign the characters within the Star Wars universe but Isabella really doesnât need it I truly adore her design and role as Han Solo in the special!
The one thing I changed is obviously her hair, I draw it different for regular Isabella anyways and I figured as a pilot she would want it up and out of her face! Hopefully it also gives a slight allusion to my headcannon that theyâre all older by a couple years in the Star Wars special, because I think the story works better that way
Phineasâs redesign is from 2023. I do a better job explaining on the post but the jist is I wanted to give him the Luke Skywalker poncho :)
Listen Star Wars special Candace is amazing and I love her so I did outfits!! Also a long form explanation of what the heck Iâm doing because itâs been a while!! :)
If y'all aren't already reading The Genius of Being Solo by TheMiraculousMat ( @matmiraculous ) then this is my way of saying GO READ IT RIGHT NOW!!!!! ITS SO GOOD!!!!!
This comic is specifically based on a scene in chapter 12! Isabella and Ferb's full outfits and explanations for them under the cut :)
And here's their full outfits. Obviously these are based on the text of the fic!
Isabella is said to be wearing a simple, unadorned dress in chapter 8 which given, was the chapter with the mixer but since chapter 12 is from Ferb's perspective and this is the only outfit he's seen her in, I took the creative liberty that it was her normal dress. I based it off her look in the show, but rather than a dress over a high neck t-shirt, I combined it into just a pink dress. I also decided no belt to make it look a little more different. Her hair is said to be in a ponytail in chapter 8 so once again creative liberties I'm making that her default look. And then Mary Janes for shoes because for a long time I thought her shoes in the show were Mary Janes for some reason (the vibes is my best explanation). Oh yeah and she's explicitly stated to be wearing an orange safety vest in chapter 12 during this scene so that's why it's in the comic, I just wanted to draw her "default look" in case I wanted to draw anything else from this fic (mwahaha)
Ferb is explicitly said to be in a purple t-shirt and khakis. Gave him a leather belt as well to keep the look of the belt from the show but make it more boring. Once again for the mixer in chapter 8 he was said to dress in "responsible young genius clothes." and while chapter 12 is the next day, I decided he would keep the blazer over his default outfit to keep up the responsible young genius look.
The kids were learning cross-sections with play-doh yesterday. 7th period got through it a little faster so there was extra time to just play with the play-doh so I made Phineas :)
Heads up: this is definitely not a typical ship, it's Isabella x Gretchen. Which is something I've been wanting to try cause they always seem so close and cute in the fireside girls episodes. Hope you enjoy.
"Phineas!!!" Isabella ran into her best friend's house, a panic stricken look on her face.
Looking at his bestie pacing the Flynn-Fletcher living room, Phineas got out of his seat.
"What's going on Isabella?"
"I told Gretchen-"
Phineas held up a hand, "Your right hand woman, Gretchen?"
"How many Gretchen's do you know?!" She screamed, jumping, "Anyways, I told her that I like her!!"
Phineas broke out into a bright toothy smile, "Well that's great!! You've liked her since we were six! You even used to specifically drag her over here whenever we were building!"
She collapsed onto the couch, bringing her knees up and trying to hide her face, "I know! It's just that she agreed for a date and I'm gonna mess it all up!"
Phineas sat down next to Isabella, pulling her in for a hug, "Don't worry, I'll grab Buford and we'll figure out a date-plan for you."
Isabella looked up at her triangle friend and raised an eyebrow, "Buford?"
"Yeah!" He jumped out of his seat, taking his phone off the coffee table, "He did ask out Baljeet, you know. The dude's pretty good at all the romance and scripting stuff. If it'll make you feel better, I'll even get Candace on call to point out our mistakes."
She smiled softly, "You know what? That will make me feel better! Let's get me ready for a date!"
Buford was called over to the Flynn-Fletcher household and along with Phineas and additional inputs from both Candace and Ferb, managed to get Isabella confident enough for her date. They planned out dinners, lunches and even brunches in preparation for the future.
Anything that could happen, Isabella had become prepared for. Now, she wasn't Ms. Fire-side-troop-leader-Phineas'-bestie Isabella. No! She was now Ms. Future-girlfriend-of-Gretchen,her right hand patch woman.
"I'm ready." Isabella assured herself, walking out of her door with a bouquet of brown sunflowers and baby pink roses in her hands.
She walked to the cafe where she was meeting Gretchen for lunch. Upon arriving, she saw the girl, who still only came up to Isabella's chin, waving her over.
Gretchen was beautiful, at least to Isabella. She was wearing a peach, knee-length frock with white stripes running down it. There was a red chain around her neck and her arms were covered in bracelets and beads.
"This is for you!" Isabella awkwardly shoved the bouquet into her date's hand.
They found a small table at the corner of the room and made themselves comfortable.
"So..." Gretchen smiled, "This place is nice."
Isabella nodded quickly, "Yeah, I thought you would like it. The food's good too!"
Gretchen's eyes already looked large under her thick glasses but now, they seemed as though they would pop out of their sockets.
"That's nice," The brown haired girl stared down at her empty plate, "Lets order."
Isabella gave a stiff nod and signalled a waiter. They quickly gave their orders in and spent a bit of time just staring into their own laps.
"I'm glad you asked me out." Gretchen's voice was tiny but Isabella could hear her clearly.
Both girls were smiling.
"Yeah..." Isabella chuckled, "I've been meaning to do that for a while, since we were ten I guess."
With a smirk, her date replied, "Well seven years too late is still better than never."
"Spot on Gretch." Isabella laughed with joy, taking a rose out of the bouquet and sticking it between Gretchen's ear and glasses.
"Well I'm just glad you were serious."
Isa frowned, "Oh don't worry bout that, I've been in love with you since we were six. Ask anyone! Even Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher knows."
Gretchen clicked her tongue in realisation, "I'm more oblivious than Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher!"
The girls laughed at the statement. They stayed like that, till the next date and the next and every single on after that too.
Happy Holidays! I got @feeling--pink as my secret santa, who asked for Gretchen and Isabella hanging out. Since she didn't ask for anything specific for them to be doing I decided to keep it wintery. I've also thrown it up on my Ao3 if it's easier to read there.
I added in a couple other people but did my best to keep it focused on Isabella and Gretchen. It was really fun and hopefully you like it!
It was early morning as Isabella skipped across the street towing a wagon piled with enough blankets, pillows, stuffed toys, and soft accessories that an outside observer would be left assuming that staying within the wagon broke the laws of physics. That was what the combined skill of an Efficient Suitcase Packing, a Competitive Item Stacking, and a Metastable Equilibrium Mastery patch could do. Never doubt a Fireside Girl.
âHi Phineas! I brought all the blankets I could find.â
Phineas and Ferb both looked up from where theyâd had their heads bowed together over a blueprint. Behind them was a mountain of blankets that put Isabellaâs wagon to shame. She could see Hollyâs favorite throw blanket and a Space Adventures comforter that must be Baljeetâs, and she really hoped they asked before taking Candaceâs giant Ducky Momo plush. âGreat! Just add it in with the rest. We havenât reached the construction phase yet.â
Parking her wagon Isabella slided up next to Phineas, tucking her hands behind her back as she leaned in to get a closer look at the blueprints. And maybe as an excuse to snuggle up next to Phineas.
Maybe mostly to snuggle up next to Phineas.
âWhatcha doin?â
âWeâre going to build the ultimate blanket fort! Do you want to help?â
âAbsolutely!â she said, before wincing as she remembered the promise sheâd made her mother last night. âI canât. Iâm helping my mom with this big breakfast event at the restaurant. But Iâll come back after Iâm done.â
âSounds good! We can hang out together when you get back!â
âGreat!â
~
When Isabella came back the blanket fort had been erected and dwarfed both the tree and the house. She took a moment to appreciate the architectural skill; she particularly liked the flying buttresses made of couch cushions. Pushing open the gate she found Irving sitting behind a table with three giant silver tea urns. Isabella hesitantly walked up, glancing around the otherwise deserted yard. âHi Irving. Um, Whatcha doinâŚ?â
âHi Isabella! Iâm manning the hot chocolate station! Phineas and Ferb decided that it should stay outside the fort to prevent chocolate stains.â
After a moment of consideration, Isabella pulled out the tray of treats her mom had sent with her, setting it on the table. âHave you seen Phineas?â
âHe and Ferb already went in.â
âThanks!â she called, jogging inside.
The inside of the fort, like nearly all Phineas and Ferb constructions, was larger than the outside dimensions would suggest so it was no surprise that Isabella found herself lost. There were some proper hallways with marked arrows, but mostly there were gaps in the blankets to crawl through that occasionally opened to rooms or hallway intersections. She lifted the hanging edge of a blanket, coming out in a dim room full of books cut through by the beam of flashlights. She glanced around, noticing a very familiar reader. Gretchen was tucked away in an alcove surrounded by a pile of pillows, finishing up the last pages of the eighth Tales of Hainar book.
Isabella flopped down on a neighboring pillow. Gretchen could get⌠touchy about getting interrupted while reading. Isabella would tease her about it but sheâd been reliably and repeatedly informed she was just as bad if not worse. âI thought you said the eighth one wasnât worth rereading,â she said as Gretchen closed the book, voice automatically dropping down into the kind of hushed whisper meant for hiding under the covers with a flashlight, a friend, and a book.
Gretchen blinked up at her, clearly only just now registering Isabellaâs presence. âOh, hi Chief,â she said in the same hushed tone. Processing Isabellaâs question she glanced down at the book before shrugging. âThe series peaked with the third book.â
âThe fourth oneâs really good too.â
âYou just think that because itâs the one that introduced Phoebus.â
âAnd just whatâs that supposed to mean?â
âAn excitable and ever-cheerful red-headed inventor?â
Isabella lifted her chin imperiously. âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â she lied, steadfastly ignoring her blush.
âSure thing, Chief,â Gretchen said, knowing smile making it clear she wasnât fooling anyone. âI was rereading the whole series in preparation for getting the new one. âThe reread was supposed to last until Christmas to distract me from not having the new one yet, but I read too fast.â
âYou mean this one?â Isabella pulled out her brand new copy of A Night of Endless Suns.
Gretchen scrambled to her feet. âYou have a copy already?â
âHanukkah present!â she sing-songed. âDo you want to read it with me?â
âOh my gosh, yes!â
They piled in together in the pillows, Gretchen angling the flashlight as they tilted their heads together.
Una stared up at the desert sun. It beat down on her and the red sands alike, sending waves of heat into the air. Her breath rasped with every inhale of dry, hot air, whistling like the wind through the thorn trees. Her whole body ached, from the soles of her feet to the throb in her knees to the tight, stinging sunburns across her shoulders. She longed for nothing more than to curl up and sleep until the sweet relief of night. Tuck herself away in a burrow to wait out the sun, like the chittering foxes, so much cleverer than her. But she could not, time was already against her and she could not stop until her mission was done. Jutting up in the distance, looming huge and still days away was her destination. The Cliffs of Sirral.
Gretchen grabbed her shoulder, shaking her. âAre we finally getting a book in Unaâs point of view? I canât believe it, I never thought it would happen. Iâm so excited!â
Isabella grabbed her back, all but vibrating. âAnd weâre starting in the Tuserc Desert! That means we might actually get the Vulstr Temple!â
âOh my gosh, do you think thatâs what the titleâs referring to?â
âYes! It has to be!â
âAnd did you read the interview Stephanie Paolini gave in Heather Magazine?â
âWhere she said that that this book was going to shake up the entire series?â
âAnd that there was going to be a shocking twist that was going to change everything?â
âEeeee!â
âEeeeee!â
âKeep reading! Turn the page, turn the page!â
âRight! Right right right! Next chapter next chapter! Vultsr Temple!â
The words etched into the stone were not in any language Una had ever seen. Despite that, or maybe because of it, Una found herself entranced by them. They almost seemed to form a pattern, swirling together like the stars as seen from the Immarsiean Plateau.
âŚThe symbols didnât almost form a pattern, they did.
A star map, from almost 4,000 years ago.
âVulstr Temple!!!!â
âVulstr Temple!!!!!!â
A handsome silhouette appeared in the doorway of the landing above her. âUna. Isnât this a surprise.â
âHow can a silhouette be handsome?â Gretchen frowned. âItâs just a shape.â
Isabella shrugged. âMaybe itâs a handsome shape?â
Una smiled. Everything would be better now. âVictor.â
Victor stepped into the light, giving Una his signature dashing grin.
âVictor?â Isabella said. âSeriously? What is he doing here? The last time we saw him he was sailing across the Sappelo Sea in the other direction. It shouldnât even be possible for him to be here.â
âAnd the book had actually been good up until now! We were going to get the Vulstr Temple.â
âWe were going to get the Vulstr Temple.â
âInstead we get Victor.â
âInstead we get Victor.â Isabella dropped her head onto the book. âWhat do you think the chances are that he doesnât stick around long?â
âNot very likely,â Gretchen said, sounding equally defeated. âRemember the second half of Wings of Silver Feathers?â
âIâve been to conventions. Iâm a member of multiple online fan clubs and theory boards. Iâve never met a single person who actually likes him. The closest Iâve found is people who like his fight scene in The Ice Flame Eternal.â
âIt was amusing when he got strung upside down from that chandelier.â
âPity he couldnât stay strung up there.â She forced herself to lift her head from the book. âAlright. Letâs focus on the positives. The bookâs been good so far. We still might get the Vulstr Temple. And maybe Victor will get strung up on another chandelier.â
The sword found its way home. Unaâs breath caught in her lungs, choking as blood filled her lungs. The world faltered, going still, then dim. She dropped to her knees. She could hear the sounds of the fighting continue, but it was far away, as if she was behind a thick veil. Strong, caring arms enveloped her, cradling her as they gently lowered her to the ground.
âUna.â Una forced her eyes open â when had she shut them? â to see Victorâs face leaning over her. He gently reached out and brushed a strand of hair off her forehead. âIâm here. Iâm here.â
Thatâs right. Victor was here. She let her eyes slip closed as she felt her last breath leave her. Everything would be okay now.
âWHAT!?!â Gretchen shrieked.
âDid they just kill Una!?!â
âThirty pages in? And in a fight with a random, unnamed soldier? A one on one fight? Una should have mopped the floor with him!â
âShe totally should have mopped the floor with him!!â
âIs this why there was that earlier scene by the campfire where she entrusted him with the Helnar Ruby and the map?â
âI know, right? She didnât even get tââ Isabella froze as a terrible thought occurred to her. âOh no. Do you think this is what Stephanie Paolini meant when she talked about a shocking twist?â
Gretchenâs face matched her feelings of dawning horror. âIt canât be. It canât. âŚRight?â She grabbed Isabellaâs hand, clutching it tight enough to bruise. âTell me this canât be the twist.â
âMaybe itâs a fake out. Maybe Paolini just wanted a really dramatic end to the chapter.â
âYeah.â Gretchen nodded her head. âYouâre right. Youâre absolutely right. Unaâs one of the most popular characters of the whole series. And Paolini always keeps the same point of view for the whole book. Itâs not even a good fake out.â
âExactly. Watch, weâll start the next chapter back at the campfire with Una healing up.â They both looked down at the book sprawled out on the pillows where theyâd flung it. It wasnât that Isabella was afraid to pick the book back up, it was justâŚ
Yeah, she just really didnât want to pick up the book.
âStand back Isabella,â Gretchen said, squaring her shoulders. âIâve got this.â
âYou canâtââ Isabella tried to tug Gretchen back but she stopped her with a hand on her arm. âChief. Itâs okay. Iâve got this.â Gretchen stepped closer to the book and took a deep breath. Slowly, she bent down, picking it up. She read silently while Isabella waited with baited breath. Then she shut the book.
âUnaâs really dead and Victorâs the new point of view character.â
âAre you kidding me!â
âI wish I was.â She let the book drop with a thump. If I try to read any more right now Iâm going to set the book on fire.â
âAgreed.â Isabella looked down at the book. It was new, and a present. She shouldnât just leave it here, that wasnât responsible. Leaning down she picked it up with two fingers, holding it out like one would a particularly wet piece of garbage. âIâm not even sure I want to finish it at all.â
âI wonder if itâs too late to tell my parents I donât want it for Christmas anymore. Thereâs a pillow fight room somewhere in here and I heard Bufordâs taken control of it.â
âAre you suggesting we work out our aggression over our book by challenging Buford to a pillow fight?â
âActually I was suggesting we work out our aggression by kicking his butt in a pillow fight. But if you want to phrase it that way, sure.â
Isabella dropped the book. âIâm sold.â
~
The pillow fight room was actually a pillow fighting pit. The doorway was several feet off the ground, accessible by a knotted climbing rope. Down in the pit Buford was on top of a mountain of pillows, inflicting a reign of terror on the other kids. One kid broke away, making a mad dash for the rope. âOh no you donât!â Buford yelled, chucking a pillow. It hit the kid square on, knocking him off the rope with a cry.
âI am king of the pillow fight pit!â
âHey Buford!â Isabella yelled, stepping into the doorway
Bufordâs head shot up to Isabella. âWhat do you want?â
âWeâre here to take you down!â
âOh yeah?â Buford scooped up a circular pillow, spinning it by itâs tassel. âYou and what army?â
âOh Iâm sorry,â Isabella said, planting her hands on her hips and leaning over to better taunt him. âDo you think we need an army to take you down?â
âCome down here and say that to my face!â
âGladly.â
As one they jumped down into the pit, pillows splashing up to cover them. Buford wasted no time, roaring and flinging his pillow at them, reaching down and scooping up a dangerous looking bolster pillow.
âWhat are you waiting for?â he yelled. âMinions! Get them!â The kids glanced at each other. A couple of them shuffled in place nervously while a few more clutched at their pillows for comfort. âI said get them. Or are you angling for a bolster pillow to the face?â
The kidsâ eyes all went wide with terror and they scrambled to grab their pillows.
âHey!â Gretchen yelled, ducking down to grab her own weapon.
âIf you ainât going to use them, I will.â
One of the braver kids, a six-year-old in ribboned pigtail braids ran at her with an admirably strong battle cry, wielding a decorative pillow covered in sequins. Isabella leapt over her swing, reaching down to yank it out of her hands. âFight fair!â
âNever!â
The slipperiness of the sequins made the pillow a poor choice for a close range weapon. Isabella chucked it at Bufordâs head, using the cover to surge forward. Buford lost his grip on the bolster pillow and it slid down the mountain as he stumbled a half-step backwards. âAahh! My eyes! Itâs so sparkly!â
Poor close range weapon, excellent defensive projectile.
She dived for cover behind a pillow outcropping in the middle of the floor. âGretchen! Flanking maneuver number 3!â
âOn it!â Gretchen darted around the edge of the room.
Another kid came at Isabella. She grabbed the nearest pillow, bringing it around to block before pushing them away before sprinting out for another pillow ridge. There was a stockpile of Millyâs miniature doll pillows and Isabella paused to grab them, shoving them into her pockets. âAim to take them out quickly, but remember theyâre civilians!â
âAffirmative!â Gretchen swiped at a pair of boys, knocking them back into a mound of down pillows. The two of them carved duel paths from opposite sides of the room towards Buford.
Isabella knocked the last kidâs feet out from under them. âLooks like youâve lost your army!â
âYeah well youâre about to lose yours too!â
âI donât have an armââ Before she could finish her sentence Buford leapt off his mountain, bringing his pillow to bear directly at Gretchen. Gretchen let out a startled yelp as she dived to get away, a half second too late. Feathers exploded everywhere as the pillow split apart. Gretchen was flung out of the explosion, landing with a dull thump.
âGretchen!â Isabella abandoned her cover to sprint over to her. She fell to her knees next to Gretchen and gripped her shoulder. âSpeak to me!â
âIâm okay.â Gretchen coughed, doing her best to bring an elbow under herself. Isabella pushed her back down. âIt only grazed me.â
âConserve your strength.â
âNot so high and mighty now are yââ A doll pillow hit him between the eyes. âOw!â
Isabella pulled out a second doll pillow, lining up another shot. A hand touched her ankle. âIsabella,â Gretchen said, barely audible. âGet him to charge. I have a plan.â
âGot it.â Tossing her doll pillow in her hand, she yelled over to Buford, âYou want us, come get us.â Then she let the pillow fly.
With an animalistic yell Buford charged. Throwing off one more pillow she dropped down next to Gretchen. As soon as she did Gretchen shoved the edge of a pillow into her hand. Isabella glanced down.
Gretchen was a genius.
Buford was bare feet away, sprinting full tilt. Three⌠twoâŚ
âNow!â
As one she and Gretchen grabbed the ends of the body pillow and flung themselves away. The body pillow pulled taut. Bufordâs foot caught it like a tripwire, sending him flying into the wall and bouncing off the cushioning. A cheer rose up from the surrounding kids, cutting off as Buford surged back up. Isabella abandoned the pillow to grab Gretchenâs wrist, pulling her along. âRun!â
She threw them behind the nearest cover, chest heaving. She took a deep breath, forcing her pulse to slow. âAlright, the hard part is over. Buford is off the mountain and he no longer has an army. We just need one more finishing blow and we can take him out.â Poking her head out she scanned the battlefield, looking for anything that could give them the victory. âThere!â she cried, pointing to the weapon they needed.
Gretchen followed her line of sight. âThatâs perfect! But itâs all the way on the other side of the room. How are we supposed to get to it?â
âWe arenât. You are.â
âNo!â Gretchen cried, clutching at Isabellaâs arm. âI canât let you put yourself in danger like that!â
Isabella grabbed Gretchen by the collar, pulling her down to stare her in the eye. âYou listen to me soldier. We all have a job to do in this war. Mine is to go out there and keep the enemy busy and yours is to get that pillow! I know Iâm not going to fall because I know youâre going to be there in time! Now, are you going let me down?â
âNo sir!â
âThen letâs go out there and win this once and for all!â
Gretchen took off. Taking one last deep breath, Isabella vaulted over the barrier, pulling out two more miniature pillows and throwing them both in quick succession. âThat all you got?â
Buford whipped around. âYouâre going down,â he growled, scooping up the nearest pillow. Isabella threw out her last three mini pillows and took off. She scooped up a sturdy round pillow to use as a shield and a throw pillow, gripping it by the tassel.
âBehind you!â one of the other kids cried. Isabella spun around, bringing her round pillow up to block at the last possible second. She swung her throw pillow around like a flail, aiming for Bufordâs unprotected side. Buford lurched out of the way and brought his own pillow â a massive memory foam bed pillow â down onto hers. It wrenched out of her hand. Having no other option, Isabella shoved her round pillow directly in his face. He flailed and she turned to run. Her foot caught something unseen under the fluff and she stumbled, hitting the ground. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, twisting around to see Buford looming over her, pillow held high.
âAny last words?â
âYeah. Howâs it feel to fall for the distraction?â
âWhat?â
âAAAGGHHH!!!â With a massive battle cry, Gretchen launched herself into the air, Bufordâs long adandoned bolster pillow clutched in her hands. Buford turned just in time to see her swing. It hit him square in the chin, sending him flying through the air into the mountain. Pillows went everywhere, raining down over the room. There was a beat of silence, then cheers exploded from around the room.
Panting, Gretchen leaned down to help Isabella up. âWe did it Chief.â
Isabella grinned, taking the hand. âNever doubted it for a second.â She flung their joined out up into the air, turning to address the assembled kids. âBufordâs reign is no more! From this moment on the pillow fighting war is over! This is once more and forever a free land!â The cheers got louder. Isabella looked over at Gretchen, squeezing her hand tighter.
Definitely what they needed to get over their bookâs horrible writing choices.
~
âMore tea, Miss Stuffkins?â
âThank you. And may I offer you a scone, Miss Buttons?â
âIâd love one.â
Since theyâd taken one of the proper hallways to get to the pillow fight room theyâd opted to take the first crawlway they came across to explore. Theyâd ended up tumbling out in a room absolutely filled with stuffed animals. Isabella and Gretchen had cleared off a spot in the middle of the room and gathered up the most formal looking stuffies they could find. There was a teddy bear wearing a top hat and a bowtie, a bango-ru of a zebra crossed with a pig, a bright pink bunny with a plastic tiara superglued crookedly between its ears, a penguin also with a top hat and a monocle, and a cow in a purple taffeta dress that matched its sparkly horns. Candaceâs Ducky Momo had been given a place of honor as head of the party, mainly because it was the largest toy in the place.
âI heard the Prince Enrique begged for your hand in marriage,â Gretchen said, tilting Mr. Featherplushâs head in Miss Buttonâs direction. âThat makes five princes who have proposed to you, does it not?â
Isabella reached out with Miss Buttonâs paw for an imaginary scone âOnly four, darling Harold is a duke.â
âYes, however he is still the kingâs favorite grandson,â Mr. Featherplush said, taking a sip of tea out of the cup Gretchen was holding.
âEither way, I am far too busy to even consider marriage right now, what with my writing career and my philanthropy and running the horse sanctuary.â
âI know what you mean. What with my speaking tour and continuing to hone my sword fighting skills and my painting I barely have time for everything.â
âIndeed. Surely there must be someone capable of being the chairwoman of at least one of the committees. Any you Ms. Snugglyboo? How fares everything at the museum?â
âSplendid, splendid! The new exhibit opens next week and people are already lining up to see it. And the educational tours are going marvelously. Ducky old boy, will you be attending the opening?â
âEloquent as always. I shall save you your usual seat.â
Eventually the tea party wound down as the members were released back to their busy, highly important lives. Isabella and Gretchen started picking their way over to the entrance to the crawlway they could see across the room. Isabellaâs foot kicked one of the toys and delicate music started drifting through the air.
âHey look!â she said fishing out the small, stuffed sheep, fabric body curled up to sleep, eyes closed, stitched on eyelashes brushing over cotton cheeks. âItâs Lullaby Lucy!â
âWe should take her with us,â Gretchen said.
âYou think so? Ginger wouldnât have volunteered her for the pillow fort if she wasnât okay with her being here.â
âItâs not that. I just donât think she belongs in the stuffed animal room. She deserves to go somewhere special.â
Isabella looked down at Lucy. The song had stopped playing but she could still hear it in her head, remembering the Fireside Girlâs first ever overnight camping trip, Lucyâs gentle music lulling all of them to sleep, safe in the unfamiliar wilderness. âYouâre right, she absolutely does.â She gently tucked Lucy away into her pocket. âShould we go find somewhere to put her?â
~
The crawlway theyâd been traveling through after finishing up their tea party suddenly opened up. In the middle of the hallway was a line of bedsheet ropes stretching up out of sight. The craft foam arrow pointing upwards next to them read Pillowcase Parachutes.
âOh we are so doing that.â
âRace you to the top!â Gretchen called, already several feet up the wall.
âHey, thatâs cheating!â
Despite Gretchenâs flagrant attempt to stack the odds, Isabella managed to catch up by the second floor and overtake her by the floor after that. She was gracious about it, only doing a small victory dance. âDonât mess with the best!â
Okay, moderately gracious about it.
âWhoa,â Gretchen said, peering off the platform at the ground below. âThatâs a long drop.â
Isabella peered out next to her. A giant smile stretched across her face. âIsnât it great?â
âYou have an adrenaline problem.â
âYouâre the one with ten separate Wresting Wild Animal patches,â Isabella shot back not looking away from the drop. This was going to be so awesome.
They hooked their safety harness into their chosen pillowcases and took a running leap off the platform. For two heart-stopping seconds wind whipped around them as gravity sent them rocketing towards the ground. Then their pillowcases deployed and their descent abruptly slowed until they floated gently down. They landed on a giant circle which immediately let a mechanical whirr and spun around, taking them out of the drop zone. Isabella looked over at Gretchen. âAgain?â
âAgain.â
Giggling, they charged back into the fort.
~
Isabella glanced around the crawl space passage theyâd chosen. The whole fort was pretty dimly lit to start with but as they kept crawling, it felt like it was getting harder to see. âI think itâs getting darker.â
âI think youâre right Chief. We should take steps to make sure we are not separated.â
âExcellent point.â Isabella wiggled around until she was able to pull out her sash. âHere, grab hold, so that no matter what weâre still in contact.â
Their sash rope turned out to have been enacted just in time as the next blanket Isabella crawled past led into near pitch darkness. The thick, dark navy coverlet that made up that part of the tunnel blocked out the light, leaving them both crawling blind.
âOh itâs deep and dark and kind of scary,â Isabella sang.
âAnd a traveler would do well to be wary,â Gretchen picked up the next part of the song. Isabella grinned as they both continue to sing together.
âBut Iâve got with me my very own light. Because the Fireside Girl is twice as bright!â They both devolved into giggles.
âThatâs always been one of my favorite jamboree songs.â
âMe too.â Isabellaâs hand suddenly brushed up against a blanket hanging in the middle of the crawlway. âI think weâve found the next room.â
Pushing aside the comforter she was met with a golden glow. She climbed out into the little alcove, holding open the comforter so Gretchen could get out easier. The room stretched up high out of sight and blankets were all blacks and dark blues, giving the appearance of darkness. There was a faint, crackling sound coming from the main part of the room. When they followed it they found a large fire merrily flickering away, a couple tucked up in a blanket in front of it. Behind the fire was a glittering expanse of stars, courtesy of a glow in the dark blanket.
âCandace?â Isabella asked as they got close enough to see. âJeremy?â
âIsabella?â Candace sat upright from where sheâd been cuddling. Jeremy waved. âWhat are you doing here?â
Isabella folded her arms. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Gretchen wandering over to investigated the fire. âI could ask you the same thing.â
âJeremy and I are trying to enjoy a date. So shoo! Go away!â
âThe fireâs a hologram on top of a space heater with a mini speaker,â Gretchen reported. Well that at least reduced the chances of something accidentally catching on fire.
Candace let out a derisive snort. âWell, duh. Did you really think they started a fire inside a blanket fort?â
Isabella and Gretchen exchanged a glance. âI mean, I wouldnât put it past them.â
âYeah, youâve got a point.â
Isabella glanced around the room again, taking in the uncharacteristically calm atmosphere for a room that contained Candace and something her brothers built. âSo youâre just on a date? Youâre not going to try to bust your brothers?â
âDonât get me wrong, this whole thing is eminently bustable, but right now is my date with Jeremy. If Phineas and Ferb refuse to follow the winter break busting schedule I made that is not my responsibility.â Candace freed a hand to wave it in Isabella and Gretchenâs direction. âNow shoo, youâre ruining our ambiance.â
Isabella rolled her eyes. But it meant Candace wasnât driving herself and everyone else crazy trying to bust the boys so she couldnât really complain. âWhen youâre done with your date I brought sufganiyah; theyâre out with the hot chocolate.â
âSweet!â
âDo you know any other exits besides the one we came from?â Gretchen asked. âWe already know whatâs that way.â
Candace pointed at a forest green blanket on the other side of the room. âYeah, through there.â
âThereâs no bigger passageways, or otherwise I would have brought my guitar with us,â Jeremy said.
âHey Isabella, do you remember our friend from our tea party?â
Isabella couldnât help but stare at Gretchen. Ducky Momo? Gretchen was smarter than that. A Candace in busting mode was not a good thing. Gretchen stared back just as confused. Please donât let this turn into another cupcake battle. She was having a nice day.
Then suddenly Gretchenâs expression turned to one of understanding. âOh! Not that friend. The other one.â
âOh. Oh!â Isabella pulled Lucy out from her pocket. She gave her a squeeze to start her playing before passing her over to Jeremy âWe thought she needed a place of honor. What better place than adding some music to a beautiful night and roaring fire.â
âHey, thanks.â
âNo problem. Enjoy your date!â Isabella held open the blanket flap for Gretchen to climb through âYouâre usually not that into that sappy kind of romance.â
âSappy, excessive romance, not so much, but matchmaking is fun.â
âDoes it count as matchmaking if theyâre already in a relationship?â
âIâm standing by it.â
~
The crawlway popped out in another hallway intersection, this one free of any directional arrows. âWhat other rooms do you think there are in this place?â Isabella asked, poking her head down one of the hallways.
âKnowing them anythingâs possible. You help with more big ideas, so youâd have a better guess than I would. Better question, how do we get back to the parachute platform.â
âThat is a better question.â Isabella down another hallway, catching sight of the rest of the troop at the far end. âItâs the girls!â she cried, leaning forward to point over Gretchenâs shoulder the same time Gretchen leaned forward, pointing over hers and said, âItâs Phineas!â
They both reared back, blinking in surprise. Isabella turned to look over her shoulder. Phineas was standing at the end of the hallway. He caught sight of her and broke into a wide, beaming, perfect smile. âOh, there you are Isabella! Iâve been looking everywhere for you. Searching for you made me realize how much I need you.â A stallion ran up the hallway and Phineas swung up onto the his back, reaching down a hand towards Isabella. âI love you Isabella. Stay by my side forever.â
A hand on her shoulder. Isabella jerked back to herself, turning back to Gretchen. Behind her the rest of the Fireside Girls had caught sight of them too. Holly and Ginger waved and Katie and Milly were whispering to each other and giggling, while Adyson made kissy faces. Gretchen nudged her with her elbow, giving her a knowing smile. âHave a good time, Chief.â
Isabella glanced at Phineas again. Then back at her girls. âYou know what, I will.â Looping her arm through Gretchenâs, she waved at Phineas. âIâll see you at the hot chocolate station later!â
âSounds good! Have fun!â
Isabella laughed as together she and Gretchen turned and headed for her troop. âWe will!â
I'M GENUINELY SO OBSESSED!!! Thank you SO MUCH for this gift, I had a truly wonderful time reading it!!! I love my girls so much, you did such an amazing job writing them and also everybody who showed up in this fic!!!
Everyone should go read this RIGHT NOW it's SO GOOD!!! â¤ď¸đ§Ąđđđđ
I had the honor of making @localphineasblog a secret santa gift! They asked for some phinabella, dealers choice on the prompt so I had to go all out!!!
I have the comic split up into individual panels (and some bonus content) under the cut! :)
Phineas: Oh! I have an idea on how to find your mittens! Ferb and I could build a glove-locator-inator!
Isabella: Well, that's alright but I think it's already the C-plot today.
Phineas: Yeah, you're probably right!
[Cut to Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated]
Doofenshmirtz: So you SEE Perry the platypus I recently lost my gloves and with my long spindly fingers it is impossible to find new ones that fit me which is why I built the GLOVE-LOCATOR-INATOR!!! Which is currently stealing ALL THE GLOVES (and mittens) IN THE TRI-STATE AREA!!!!!!!!!
Perry: ...
When I originally got this prompt, my idea was to draw cute little scenes of them in winter outfits!
But then I came up with this comic idea!! The premise is they'e walking around and seeing the lights in the neighborhood before Isabella looses her mittens.
I got Phineas' outfit in 1 go earlier but I hadn't landed on the Isabella sketch until after I drew the final panel of this comic (which coincidentally I drew 1st)
and finally just the background I drew because I'm proud of it and think it turned out pretty cute!
I really hope you enjoy your gift! I know I really enjoyed making it! Happy holidays!!! :D
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