#hehehe shenanigans

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

Wrote some Peng Chikao shenanigans, inspired by uh...an incorrect quote I think it was, of Chikao sleeping taped to the ceiling. She's not sleeping, but I doubt this'll be the last time it happens lol.

Enjoy some shenanigans. Imma post another Peng Chikao shenanigans thing tomorrow :3

Peng walked into the room they were staying in for the night, looked up, and immediately turned around and walked out the door.

“Peng, wait!“ Chikao's voice called after them. Peng sighed as annoyance settled in their chest. Chikao in their room never meant good things. Actually, Chikao in general never meant good things. Chikao felt like an eternal warning sign she was about to screw with something, usually to Peng's detriment.

Peng slowly turned around and opened the dark brown door with a soft squeak. They poked their gold beak in slowly and squinted at the strawberry red monkey taped to the ceiling.

”Do I even want to know how you got up there?“ Peng questioned.

Chikao laughed with the full-toothed grin Peng was eternally tempted to wipe off her face. ”I challenged Wukong to a bet and lost.“

”And...these, were your losing terms?“ Peng raised an eyebrow.

”Nah, I just gave him a roll of tape and told him to have at.“ Chikao said. Her tail dangled down, free from the tape, but the rest of her was taped tightly to the ceiling. The clear tape allowed for a perfect view to how flattened some of her fur was, and how matted it would probably be when she was down.

Peng sighed and shook their head. ”I should've known this would happen one day...“ They muttered under their breath as their annoyance grew.

”What'd you say?“ Chikao asked.

Peng rolled their eyes. ”Won't you ever stop making bets with that chimp?“ They walked across the light brown flooring to the metal-and-glass container that held the candle giving the room warm orange light. They sat down on the thin white cloth that covered the firm bed mattress and inspected the curved carving of an ear of corn in the headboard.

”Nope!“ Chikao chirped. ”So? Help me down?“ She asked.

Peng sighed. ”And why exactly should I let you down, little lightning bolt?“ Peng raised an eyebrow and looked across the room at the open window that allowed soft evening light through. “It sounds like you got what was coming to you.”

Chikao narrowed her eyes into a mild glare and her ear twitched. ”Don't call me that.“ She grumbled. Peng turned their violet gaze toward her. ”Besides, do you really want me singing in here all night?“ Chikao's mouth curled into a mischievous grin.

”You are the worst.” Peng narrowed their eyes at her and slid his claws to the ground to stand up and walk for the door again.

”Hey, where are you going? I'll do it, you know.“ Chikao dramatically hushed her voice. ”Not even the walls will save you.”

“To get someone else to do it.” Peng said in an annoyed tone. “I'm not going to waste my time on this.”

“Oh, yeah, because we all know you have soooo much else to be doing.” Chikao said, and Peng could practically feel her grin burning their back.

“Goodnight.” Peng said flatly as their claws curled around the cool bronze metal of the door handle.

“SO YOU WANNA LEARN -” A spike of surprise pain shot through Peng's ears and straight into their skull at Chikao's sheer volume, and they immediately covered their ears. ” - HOW TO PLAY LIKE A PRO -“

”Won't you stop?“ Peng snapped, barely able to hear themself over the noise of Chikao's voice. They couldn't hear themself think. ”Fine, fine, I'll get you down!“

Chikao stopped abruptly, and for a moment Peng let themself sink into the near silence. Their ears rang sharply but slowly dulled to a passive, yet still annoying, sound.

Peng sighed as the edge of their vision flashed gold and they unfolded their metal wings. ”You're lucky we're on the same side.“ They grumbled as they stalked to the center of the room and very, very carefully, lifted themself into the air.

It was very complicated, very confusing, and involved a lot of shouting back and forth, but by the end of it, Chikao was on the ground (mostly) tape-free.

And Peng would've agreed to help in an instant if they'd known just how satisfying it would be to give Chikao the smuggest smile they could muster while she tried to pick the last pieces of tape off of her matted and torn fur.

”And what have we learned today?“ Peng asked in a condescending tone as they sat on the bed and raised their eyebrows, their mouth curled up into a smug smile. Being the one to annoy Chikao for once instead of the other way around was refreshing.

Chikao glared at them from her spot on the ground and took a piece of stray tape off their tail to reach to place on Peng's beak. ”That you're a smug -“

Peng leaned back out of the way and Chikao tipped over and face-planted into the wood with the piece of tape still in her hand. Peng smirked and leaned down toward her. ”Short.“ They said as they plucked the tape from Chikao's fingers and put it on the top of Chikao's matted and rough head.

Chikao glared up at them and pulled the tape off with a barely noticeable wince, then ran her hand over the spot a couple times to smooth out the spot. She shoved herself back into a sit and stuck the tape on the ground behind her beside at least a couple dozen other strips and pieces.

Peng studied the section of ground that had been littered with strips of tape, then glanced over at the corner they'd designated for the bigger chunks of tape that had stuck Chikao to the ceiling. They raised their eyebrows. ”Remind me to never let that monkey wrap a gift.“

Chikao chuckled softly and a bit of motion caught the corner of Peng's eye. They glanced back to see Chikao furiously trying to throw a little strip of tape at them, but it stubbornly held onto her fingers. Peng rolled their eyes. ”Finish your fur...whatever it is you call this, somewhere else. I have sleep to catch.“ They said.

Chikao smirked at them, then shrugged and stood up. She shook herself, which only made the mess of her fur even worse, and walked toward the door. She stuck the piece of tape on the footboard of the bed and opened the door, which squeaked softly. ”Thanks, Peng. G'dnight.“ Chikao grinned and shut the door behind her as she left.

Peng sighed as they glanced around the room, tape scattered about, then shook their head and fell back on their bed with the golden flash of their wings withdrawing. They sighed and relaxed as the pressure on their sore back released. A light crash down the hall and a few shouting voices informed them of what was almost guaranteed to be one of the monkeys of the ground getting into trouble, but their body had already sunk into the bed and felt like it was being weighed there by tired stones, so they shut their eyes and decided to deal with it in the morning.

[jackalspine]

@schnuffel-danny hehehe

regarding this post: from schnuffle

[beskarfrog]

hot to go!!!

check out the codywan DTIYS challenge!

[kyurochurro]

GM it’s Christmas so my gift to u is an older spirk doodle of them walking the err uhhh unicorn dog alien thing from tos GSHSBHA based off that one scene from 101 Dalmatians u know the one ;D ✨����

[nerdgeekcc]

Pssst… Anyone want a random Mr. Ring-a-Ding headcanon that’s been bouncing around my head? Too bad! I’m gonna share it anyways lol

Now I should specify that this is specifically for Mr. Ring-a-Ding the cartoon character, not Lux himself (one kinda has to specify). I couldn’t help but think back to the scene where Belinda asks Ring: “What are you a cartoon of?” And she has a point—Ring has a bunch of random features that make it tough to identify what he is, exactly. His human body, antennae (or at least assumed to be), and pig nose make it impossible to just put him into any animal/creature category unlike other toons such as Mickey Mouse, Rodger Rabbit, Felix the Cat, etc. (Heck, even with Sunshine Sally it’s made very clear by her design that she’s supposed to be a dog!)

There’s also specific part of Mr. Ring-a-Ding’s theme song (the extended version, at the very beginning of the episode) that caught my attention: “Have you ever seen a Ring-a-Ding? Have you ever seen such a lovely thing?” Notice Ring’s double-usage of “a” here. It’s very a subtle distinction, and call me crazy, but…what if that isn’t a coincidence? What if Mr. Ring-a-Ding is his own made-up species?

The way I see it is kinda like with Gonzo (and yes I know he’s a muppet, not a cartoon, but just bear with me—) Most people assume that Gonzo is meant to be some kind of bird/flamingo because of his oddly shaped nose. But instead of feathers, he has bluish-purplish fur; and instead of having a bird-like body with wings, Gonzo is more-or-less human from the neck down. Plus none of the other Muppets ever clarify that he’s supposed to be any kind of existing animal; they mainly just call him a “weirdo” or “freak,” while Gonzo himself identifies as a “whatever.” And while there is a movie which reveals that Gonzo is actually an alien, that still technically makes Gonzo his own separate species!

So who’s to say that Mr. Ring-a-Ding can’t be the same way? I could totally see within almost every Mr. Ring-a-Ding short, if any character where to ask him “And just what are you suppose to be?” he’d just cheerfully respond with “Don’t make me laugh! I’m a Ring-a-Ding, of course! Ain’t that obvious?” and just never fully elaborate like the smug lil shit he is lmao

(Am I over analyzing this? Probably asdfghjk)

[scrumptiousstuffs]

“The little prince who loves horse riding stopped by again. Joong’s thinking…how do I get his number?”

Source of translation: @/nellyangyang twitter

(Yo, this is proof that First is reading Joong’s RPF fanfiction on Twitter 😂…)

FKJD FM IN VIETNAM

#TheHeartKillersinVietnam

22/06/2025

[teddys-shion]

Two streetkids, a nomad, and a catbot walk into a bar...

[thunderingoutlaw]

for @taleswritten — wedding time!

Cid glanced again at the ring on his finger. Gods, he didn't think a man his age could be giddy. Yet here he was, unable to stifle a grin at the delicate flames - gold inlaid into silver - and knowing that Clive's gold band bore angles of silver lightning.

Here he was, about to be married.

It'd been touch-and-go for a bit, after Ultima was finally gone. Many worried nights by Clive's sickbed, until Tarja warned Cid he'd agonize himself into the next cot over. One more miracle of Clive pulling through, one time Cid would readily admit to open weeping out of sheer relief. But for today, all was well. For today, there was no political advising allowed. There'd been only talk of food preparations, decor, and pitching the tents. The weather had even cooperated, important considering this was the best approximation of a normally indoor ceremony.

Cid shifted his weight subtly in dark boots, one bare hand brushing a stray blade of grass from ivory trousers tucked into the tops. Both hands then fidgeted briefly with the high, spread collar of a doublet reaching midway down his thighs; pale slashes contrasted deep purple, tablet weave trimming every outermost hem. The sash across his torso saw an adjustment too, just to double-check the steel brooch wouldn't unpin from the vee of red fabric near his left hip.

Gav peeked in then, asking with a grin if he was ready - and lightly teasing about Cid's nerves when the latter only nodded. His best scout and dear friend pulled back the tent flap to let the afternoon sun in; Jill, meanwhile, would be doing the same at Clive's tent.

Cid stepped out... and almost obeyed the urge to drop to his fucking knees. He was truly about to marry the best and most gorgeous man he'd ever met. He could feel the awed smile on his face as he crossed to stand in front of Otto, facing Clive.

The steward hummed a quiet, warm laugh at his look. Otto then waited for Gav and Jill to take their seats, among the small audience of closest friends and family, before he began. "We gather today in lastin' love, good health, and hard-won freedom, to witness this hearts' bond made manifest. Clive Rosfield, how will you speak your bond?" The typical officiation they'd worked out in the Hideaway's early years, intended to acknowledge the importance of the moment without tying it to any one deity or the now-vanished crystals.

[sonnenreich]

also . . . hickeys and a (healthy dose) of possessiveness 🫶🏻

YES. :) I wonder how you know that so well, hm.

guess my muse's kinks

[jackalspine]

(Sarah McLachlan’s In the Arms of an Angel playing~)

Some phans are tired of the irresponsible fridge-ing of their beloved Drs Fenton, and rightfully so!

The phanmarket is understandably saturated with tags of neglectful!parents, abusive!parents, and more notably- dead!parents. This of course, stems from the tones a lot of phans picked up from the source material, and which thus bred abundantly on fanfic.net as a convenient shift out of the status quo of the show and into that good ol angst fic goodness.

Phandom nowadays has had much time to steep in the primordial angst goo of which it was birthed, and upon reflection offers a softer hand to our dear Drs.

Now, we- The Drs Fenton Rehabilitation Program or DFRP recommend several ways of coxing your jacks and maddies out of your fic, without resorting to drastic measures!

See more: @maniacwatchestheworld ‘s post

Or yknow. ol reliable.

Whatever idk just,

Somethign something euthanasia.

[likesdoodling]

So y'see, I forgot Orodreth existed up until I had kind of finished this thing, so in case you're curious, here's the original-

Guess who just connected the dots on who was who in a certain series?

So first time through I was like, Galadriel has a brother? (this was me 'pre silmarillion knowledge power up') and I was scrolling through random lotr and rings of power memes the other day (as you do, some of the stuff out there is Hilarious~ gotta get inspiration from somewhere, y'know?) and I was looking at this guy.... And going... 'Wait a minute. Galadriel's brother... Don't tell me... This is.. FINROD?!

*pauses to recalibrate~

:0:0:0

Now. Let me make one thing clear. I actually do like the Rings of power series (if you think of it like, 'someone got a huge budget for their fanfic!' then it's pretty cool/funny - especially if you watch it with fellow Tolkien fans, cause then you can be mock outraged in company~)

But. Finrod. 'killed a werewolf with his bare hands' Felagund. Deserved better. *wipes away imaginary tear~

Honestly I don't really care about the characterisation too much- it was the hair part that made me redirect my passion into making this. Like. My mental image of Finrod isn't necessarily a stern warrior type who is incredibly wise and would never say things like 'you gotta think positive! That's what makes ships float guys!' (wonder how well that worked crossing the Helcara- *ahem - moving on) but it does include long flowing golden locks. I... I just can't imagine him without the hair~

And thus this 'comparison' was born~

Also I thought drawing all the siblings teasing Galadriel (since she is the youngest sibling), would be funny.

:D

[filtheopathic]

kicking it off strong with the dusatoya selfship chart 💚🖤

[atsadi-shenanigans]

Oops, I accidentally wrote Astarion with a virginity kink. Is it a kink? He’s just really into it? God, these two are going to be inSUFFERABLE to the rest of the camp once they get back.

[sideswipesjetpack]

Is sideswipe contagious?

Only! If you touch his spark 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

(Which you wouldn’t get close enough to do)

[iobsesswaytoomuch]

Hello there Obby, care for a cup of tea? (I swear it isn't suspicious whatever)

Hiya kerfuffle!! Why, I’d absolutely love to! Surely nothing unusual will happen :D

Aw, but it would be so rude of me to just drink tea in front of you, and there’s plenty enough for both of us! Why don’t we share it together? :3

[ghosttoastx]

Penne...Penne my sweet baby Penne I love her