#henanigans

[thickness-protection-program]

Woo woo! Happy birthday! Thank you for being such a joy!

Thank you! And thank you for surviving my henanigans

[fullofbeansandspunk]

it’s SHEnanigans, not HEnanigans

[empress-hancock]

SHEnanigans? More like HEnanigans

i wish i had a counter for how many times women have threatened to block me over my shenanigans

[emperor-palpaminty]

Hey, I'm in the mood for some Tech fluff! Would you mind writing a y/n fic where reader and Tech are captured and have to escape. One is wounded on the way out and the other panics! Thank you, your work is AMAZING!

Oh this request delights me! I just finished one major exam, so this will be AWESOME. I'm gonna make this one a little fluffy and fun and silly because we all need some optimism! GN reader and Tech finna break out!

(no reason in particular for this gif I just watched Oceans 11 and I love it)

“This is all your fault.”

“By all calculations, it is actually all your fault, my dear.” Tech snorted from the other side of the cell. Granted, that was only about four feet, but it was far enough for you. You scowled at him and stared at the door, hard. 

Your foot tapped on the wall, the soft leather of your workboot boot sounding dull thuds. “What calculations?”

“The ones I have. In my head.” Tech tapped his fingers as he counted. “The probability of my capture rates plus that of yours, my survival training, the amount of training I assume you have had as a mechanic-”

“Which is none.”

“- Which is none, and the odds of us being outnumbered. And now we are on a Separatist warship and must somehow escape.” Tech paused, thinking through any other mind muddle, and then dropped his hand. “Nonetheless, we are here now. And we may as well work through it.” His knuckles rapped on the metal hull of the floor in the most annoying possible rhythm. 

You groaned and rapped your head back on the wall. “For the love of the Gods please stop.”

“The Gods are dead.”

“You killed them with your voice and general... annoying-ness.” You sighed and stood, reaching down to help him up after brushing your hand off on your work coverall. “Come on. Let’s see if we can hatch a plan to get out of this dungeon. The last time I was in a situation this uncomfortable, I would up in a rancor nest and I was pissed on. Too much.”

Tech blinked. “By the rancor?”

“No comment.” You stared at the ceiling, squinting. “Say, Tech. How tall are you?” Your arms crossed as your eyes picked out each ceiling corner, all the blueprints you had studied slowly rolling out in your head. “Five foot, four foot?”

“... I am six-foot, four inches.”

You nodded. “Right. Six and a half feet.”

Tech’s frown was annunciated, the lines on his . “Six four.”

“Eh.” You wagged a hand and pointed above at the vent. “Close enough. Our heights combined should be enough for me to get up into the vent.” You ignored Tech’s massive sigh, but even so, he squatted down and patted his shoulders. Without missing a beat, you strode over and stepped up, boots landing solidly on his sturdy shoulder plates. You rose, easily, standing straight as Tech slowly straightened his back. You had stood on many a wobbly ladder, droid, or ship, and you had journeyed into many small spaces. 

You got this.

___

You didn’t got this. You didn’t, in fact, got anything at all. Tech inched along behind you, huffing at the effort. “Can you move any faster?”

“Well, we aren’t all genetically modified.” You grimaced and tugged yourself around the corner, your coveralls shockingly slick on the cool metal of the vent pathway as you made your way through.

Tech scoffed somewhere in the dust behind you, but it was lost among a jarring pang of the metal. Your body froze, and you inhaled until the vent went quiet.

Tech broke the quiet. "Did you hear that?"

"No."

"It was a loud- oh, you were being sarcas-"

The vent gave way, crashing down. Your world collapsed as you rammed into the floor, somehow colder than the vent you were just in. Tech landed somewhere next to you with a grunt.

Your brain whirled, smacking against your skull as you sat up. You blinked, eyes bleary at the battle droids that were standing before you. You were pretty sure that if they could have changed expressions, they would have been gaping at you and the soldier.

"Aw, kark." You groaned and stood.

"Hey! You're not supposed to be out of your cell!" One of the battle droids' voices spurted to life. "Why are you out?"

"Look. We just wanted a stroll." Tech said, calmly, moving forward next to you. Even so, his knees bent, ready to pounce.

The battle droid's hand scratched the yellow insignia on its head. "Oh. Uh... That's fine, I guess."

"Sir." The droid next to him warned. "I don't think they're supposed to be out. They're prisoners-"

Tech lept forward, grasping the commander droid and yanking it back. He forced the gun in the robotic hand at the droids, shooting rapidly. You dove down behind Tech, glancing around for a weapon. Your fingers wrapped around a droid arm and you quickly separated the forearm from the joint, standing once the firing had stopped. Tech grabbed the commander Droid's gun and reached for a second one. "Grab a gun."

"I, uh..." You tucked the droid arm into your belt. "I can't shoot."

"No time like the present to learn." Tech tossed a gun towards you. You grabbed it, yanking it close. It was bulky and awkward in your hands, and you turned it over. The cogs in your brain spun, analyzing it.

You tucked the blaster next to the droid hand in your belt. "Mmkay. Just point and shoot?"

"Well, I thought it was at least that obvious."

You frowned at him as he jogged the other way, but ran to keep up with him. "Tech!" You yelled. "Slow-"

He stopped and turned, his hand landing over your mouth. "Don't yell. Don't be loud. The droids are stupid, but they still have auditory receptors. Understood? Good." He dropped his hand and grasped your free fingers, racing down the hall. "If we can make it to the escape pods or podracers, we can get away and make contact with the Republic." Tech turned a corner. "According to my calculations, the escape pods should be-"

The both of you skidded to a halt. You grabbed Tech’s arm again as the droids stared blankly at you both, before raising their blasters. 

"Hey!" The droid at the ground pointed. "You're the prisoners!"

"How do you know that?" You moved behind Tech. "We could be... Other droids. Maybe this is all a dream."

"Battle droids don't dream!"

"Easy for you to say. I have dreams." The droid next to the first one muttered.

"Shut up and fire!"

Tech ran, still grabbing your arm as you moved, firing at random at the droids, body taking over. "This blaster isn't as bad as I thought." You yelled as Tech pulled you behind the wall nearby. He moved around you, shooting at the oncoming crowd of metal soldiers.

"It gets better as you shoot it. I'm surprised you adapted so quickly." Tech pulled back around, ducking from plasma fire.

The droid chitter continued. "I told you I wanted to be a pianist! But no, you never listen-"

"We are currently in the middle of executing orders!"

"You've executed my dreams!"

Tech tugged you further down the hall. “Well, we appear to have two problems.” Tech panted. “First, I have been shot. Secondly, we are lost, somewhere in the back hulls of the ship, and stealth appears to be impossible-”

“You’ve been shot?”

“Yes. Now, don’t interrupt.” Tech stopped and moved into a small alcove, glancing at his arm, the armor scraped with plasma. You gasped, drawing a hand to your face. What?” He glanced at his arm again and sighed, rotating it. “It’s but a flesh wound.”

“Well, it looks like a deeper than flesh wound!” You snarled, running out again after him. 

Tech threw a singular, “I thought it was obvious!” Over his shoulder as you raced down the hall, after him. 

The weapon was hot in your hands, and you managed to somehow keep pace. This was what camaraderie was about- fighting, again and again, and surviving, and then a drink afterward. The ship blueprint laid itself out in your head, and you slowly took the lead over Tech, and he followed you. 

A mechanic you were, but it was time to survive.

[rashavince]

okay so assuming that Rampy's turret is her ultimate, i think that Sheila shoots boosted (get it) bullets. in the trailer, the bullets' end result is this

but it seems like it passes through the turret's internal "energy shield" of sorts to open up the casing and electrify it-

this is especially clear when you look at the normal bullets again

of course this is speculation and i'm sure over these next couple of weeks we're gonna learn about Rampy's abilities but i can't help but speculate

[magnatherium]

tododeku for @theluckybell‘s worldly au wherein mido’s aussie and todo’s canadian, partly bc he sent me an ask to do more art for it and also i aggressively wanted the server icon to be Them. 

here’s a link to the server!! it’s a big au and a(n awesome) work in progress!!

[autobotmedic]

What would happened if Ratchet swapped bodies with his sg counterpart?

{ .............. Everyone would probably know immediately what happened because they are That Different

[x0401x]

Hanako-kun Characters + Travel Shenanigans from AidaIro’s Twitter

[ishgard]

Anyone else ever wanna just... make pre-established connections between characters without having to RP it out cuz you’re a tired busy adult?

Like just hit each other up with shenanigans and tomfoolery and ‘they would totally do this’ sorta bs.

[bearsintreesofficial]

b arnicles!!!

e veryday

a nteaters

r ead

s some

i nteresting

n ews

t heories

r egarding

e veryones

e vening

s henanigans

this is the fbi. please stop calling this number. i'm trying to repot my succulent

[dsm-wannabe-linguist]

the word “shenanigans” implies the existence of a “henanigans” and “theynanigans”

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Endeavor Agency CCTV: The Missing Tapes

Endeavor Agency CCTV: The Missing Tapes by judoflip

Footage from Midoriya & Bakugou & Todoroki's internship week, Monday through Friday. That is, the parts that they want you to skip because it makes them look Not As Awesome As I Was In My Head.

Tape 1: monday seven eleven.avi Tape 2: Tape 3: Tape 4: Tape 5:

Words: 1602, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: My Hero Academia: Friendship is Magic, Endeavor Agency, Teens being teens, Developing Friendships, shijinks & henanigans

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28640415

[ao3feed-todoroki]

Endeavor Agency CCTV: The Missing Tapes

Endeavor Agency CCTV: The Missing Tapes by judoflip

Footage from Midoriya & Bakugou & Todoroki's internship week, Monday through Friday. That is, the parts that they want you to skip because it makes them look Not As Awesome As I Was In My Head.

Tape 1: monday seven eleven.avi Tape 2: Tape 3: Tape 4: Tape 5:

Words: 1602, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: My Hero Academia: Friendship is Magic, Endeavor Agency, Teens being teens, Developing Friendships, shijinks & henanigans

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28640415

[opalmoon-ffxiv]

Opallynn Monflower -> Hot spring shenanigans 

[egg-emperor]

Do you think Eggman likes Chao? Think he keeps any in his own garden or something? Do you think Eggman enters Chao into any races or karate? I like to think he’s big on the Chao Racing scene 👀

He does have his own chao garden that has eggs there to hatch and it’s seen that he keeps some in Cryptic Castle. I think he keeps them mostly out of being fascinated with how they work and are affected by their upbringing of Neutral, Dark, Hero etc. The way that everything about them is so heavily influenced by their owner is a form of control that he likes. He also uses them for the purpose of research because of their connection to Chaos and Gerald’s Artificial Chaos.

He’s likely to be one of the less caring about his chao’s actual well-being because it’s still more about himself lol. Other characters would probably end up lecturing him on how to do things differently but obviously he wouldn’t listen. If any of his start acting up, which they will because he doesn’t give them as much attention as they want, he’d much rather have them taken to the kindergarten instead of dealing with them himself.

I came up with this one during the many years of played the chao garden and imagined how differently each would care for their chao. I’ve taken much inspiration from the funny chao henanigans while playing heheh -

Eggman is more the overlook how personalized each one is and only give them the mere basics rather than their commonly personalized desires. His attitude in the garden is to boss them around like If I give an item to this one to keep it quiet. You’re going to sleep AGAIN? No, come over here and water this seed instead. Which one is playing the tambourine while the others are asleep? Why the fuck do chao make that sound when they fly? Basically the way I interact with them while using Eggman XD

He also doesn’t really understand why chao require so much physical affection and at first reacted to them clinging to his legs with confusion. I think way too hard about his idle animations and the one where he stands and rubs his head makes him look lost and that’s probably how he first reacted to them lol

He pets them when they beg him for it but would rather not be seen doing it in case people thought it made him soft. The same reason is why he seems to want to avert attention from the way he keeps chao in Cryptic Castle. He’s not ashamed of keeping them, it’s just that he’d prefer not to have his intentions incorrectly perceived for owning them.

A lot of my chao that I keep in the Dark garden AKA Hell have very cursed names and they’re all the ones that I had Eggman hatch. It lets everyone know that he should never be in charge of choosing the name of another living because he doesn’t take it seriously enough at all if it’s not one of his robots.

I can see him getting competitive against everyone’s Chao, especially Sonic of course. He’d put them up to some karate, racing and other activities as a way to prove that he’s better at something, in this case training Chao. The way he doesn’t overly spoil them unlike the others actually gives him an advantage in having them learn and memorize the important stuff without needing the coaxing of a reward in place.

I think he’d especially try to get them in the swimming game the most just to take a jab at Sonic because he’d be much better at training them to swim than him. My first chao that he ever hatched is a master swimmer himself!

[hoodieimp]

The Ink Demonth - Day 3: “Stuck”

((Based on personal experience while playing Chapter 3…))

TW: Death (just a lil bit at the veeery end)

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When you were trapped in a hellish pocket dimension that also happened to run in a perpetual time loop, you got bored fast.

Long since desensitized to the horrors of the old studio, and desperate for any kind of distraction, Henry had gotten up to a fair number of shenanigans on some of his past runs. From sitting and watching cartoons in Norman’s booth, to goading the entire Butcher Gang into chasing him and taunting them from on top of a table, to collecting every can of bacon soup he could find and building “Fort Sodium” in the middle of Heavenly Toys. He’d even spent one particularly frustrated loop sitting in a Miracle Station and refusing to move, until the whole thing finally reset out of (presumably) sheer exasperation on Joey’s part.

But the most entertaining—and ridiculous—incident had happened by complete accident. 

He’d been riding the lift (that cursed, cursed lift) up to Level K to hunt for spare parts, Boris in tow. “Alice” was rambling over the speakers as usual, half-warning, half-teasing him to watch out for the Ink Demon, and Henry was barely listening while he picked at his stained fingernails.

As such, Henry didn’t even notice when the walls bloomed with telltale ink tendrils, or when that familiar grinning figure pushed its way out of the wall at the top of the stairs. He simply turned around and Boris was whimpering and cowering like a dog in a thunderstorm with his big goofy mitts clapped over his eyes. 

Understanding dawned at the same moment the elevator doors dinged open. 

He glanced up. 

Saw the lanky figure just a few yards away pause, and that melted crescent head turn towards the noise. 

For a split second, both of them froze.

Then, with his usual uncanny speed, Bendy came thundering down the steps and vaulted over the railing to land spider-crouched in the tiny space outside the lift, his twitching, ink-drooling grin looming right in Henry’s face.

Henry had always considered himself to be in fairly decent shape for his age, but the speed at which he threw himself out of that elevator was impressive even by his standards. Behind him, that horrible rasping breath blew on the back of his neck, hissing right in his ear–

–only to abruptly cut off in a furious, inarticulate screech. The tendrils of ink on the walls, which had swept up in front of him to cage him in, suddenly receded. Then flared, then receded again, in some bizarre strobe pattern. 

What the–?

Even as Henry’s legs faltered, he continued on his adrenaline-fueled trajectory till he thudded up against the door of the Little Miracle Station. Every instinct he possessed was screaming at him to get in the goddamn box right now, what the hell did he think he was doing–?!

He risked a glance behind him–and stopped dead. 

No way. 

The entire corner of the room–lift, shaft, even the surrounding floorboards–was pitch black with writhing, seething webs of ink. Inside, barely visible against the darkness, Bendy’s lanky silhouette dashed round and round, throwing himself at the metal grilles like a crazed animal, occasionally shoving a hand through the bars to swipe ineffectually in Henry’s direction. 

He’d just trapped the Ink Demon in a goddamn elevator. 

An incredulous, hysterical laugh teakettled out of him, which turned into a full-on attack of the giggles that had Henry clutching at the handle for support. 

“Oh my god,” he wheezed once he’d gotten his breath back somewhat. “Are you serious…”

Unthinkingly, he found stepping himself away from the Station and approaching the elevator, still not entirely believing what his eyes were telling him.

Bendy was still very much trapped, it seemed–though he had stopped crashing about and now stood with his hands around the bars like a cartoon convict. Though his vibrating grin remained the same, Henry got the distinct feeling that the demon was glaring at him. 

“You having fun in there?” he said. 

Bendy hissed through his teeth, horns flattening against his skull. 

“Hey, in my defense, I had no idea that could happen eithohJesus!” Henry threw himself back at the last second as Bendy’s scrawnier arm shot through the bars, clawing at the air where he’d been standing. The demon withdrew it with a frustrated snarl, heedless of the ink scraping off in clumps against the metal. 

“Oh, come on, don’t give me that!” It had never been Henry’s style to banter with the people (and things) trying to kill him, but the utter ridiculousness of seeing the most dangerous being in the studio crammed in a box, plus the panic from earlier wearing off, had him feeling uncharacteristically talkative. “Maybe you ought to stay in here for a while and think about what…you’ve…”

He trailed off mid-gloat as he caught sight of Boris pressed into the far corner of the lift, trying to make himself as small as possible. Thankfully, Boris was “perfect” enough that the demon’s inky aura didn’t liquefy him like it did the other failed toons, and Bendy didn’t even seem to realize he was there; all of his attention was laser-focused on the old animator.

Still, the poor wolf had been through enough lately. And as hilarious as seeing the Ink Demon in “jail” was, Henry did still kind of need the elevator. 

“…On second thought,” he said, sidling over to the ‘OPEN’ button, while still staying well out of grabbing range. “I’ve got a better idea. You promise to behave yourself?” 

Bendy made a guttural noise, less of a growl and more of a confused gurgle.

“Just let me…”

Henry jabbed at the lift button–missed–jabbed again–

Ding.

–and whirled on his heel (in a motion that made his hip twinge) to book it for the Miracle Station. 

He made it two steps before the Ink Demon’s fingers closed around his shirt collar and yanked him off his feet. 

Still, even as the ink welled up in his throat and out of his eyes, he couldn’t help but think:

Worth it.