#Creative Pranks

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[prismaticpichu]

Angeal’s most elaborate prank: Switching the salt and pepper shakers before setting the table. Also knock-knock jokes.

Sephiroth’s most elaborate prank: Putting out a wet floor sign on a dry hallway and gaslighting people into thinking it’s slippery

Genesis’s most elaborate prank: Changing Sephiroth’s ringtone while he’s the bathroom to I Wanna Dance With Somebody, setting his volume to max, and calling him 35 minutes later while he’s in a meeting.

Zack’s most elaborate prank: Notoriously dubbed “The Day Everyone in ShinRa Was Convinced That Genesis Was a Mermaid.”

[moonagedaydreamsofrhiannon]

James Potter was 100% one of those undiagnosed child prodigies who acted out in school because he was bored. I guarantee if he had been moved up two grades and put on adderall, all the bullying and misbehavior would not have been an issue

[wannawrite999]

[jewishcissiekj]

I could've fixed her (TCW)

[gravitywonagain]

Dreams Unwind

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When Lin Xi was hauling an unconscious Jiang cultivator out of the frozen lake, she really had thought that would be the hardest part of her night. Now, as the same Jiang cultivator — no longer unconscious, for her sins — stands across the cave from her, shivering and clutching his sodden robes to his chest, she realizes she’ll have to reevaluate. 

“Your core is depleted,” she says, again, frustrated. She was nicer the first time, but this is getting ridiculous. “You need to get warm.” It’s like teaching a child rather than a grown man. “I will not cede our only dry bedroll to you just because you refuse to look at me.” 

The small fire she was able to build is already burning low, but it flickers gently near his ankles, lighting the small cavern just enough for a skilled cultivator to see. 

His face is bright red and that may be from cold and it may be from embarrassment. In his defense, she is naked. In hers, her clothes were just as soaked as his and are now laid out to dry around the cave, along with the top two layers of his robes which she was able to remove while he was still unconscious. 

Lin Xi understands -- mostly -- why this is a problem. But nudity was never a concern on the mountain. She hadn’t realized the taboos were this strong among cultivators. Who nighthunt. 

“This is an extremely basic survival skill, Jiang-gongzi,” she sighs. 

He still won’t look at her, eyes shut tight like she might walk over to him and try to pry them open. 

She smirks at the idea. She won’t, but it would be a little funny. 

“It is not proper,” he says, again, similarly frustrated, though his emotion is cut by the chattering of his teeth. 

She groans. This is absurd. It’s an absurd argument and she’s tired of it. “You may be willing to die for the sake of your propriety, Gongzi. But I am not. Are you prepared to kill me over this?”

That, at least, seems to shock his eyes open. He immediately turns his head, cheeks brightening even more, if possible. He shifts from foot to foot. Shivers hard. “Will you at least put one layer back on?” he asks, almost pleading -- with her, or with the gods she can’t tell. And she doesn’t care. 

“That would rather defeat the purpose of the dry bedroll.” 

She thinks he might swear at that, but he’s too quiet and shivering too hard to hear it clearly. 

“Take off your clothes, Jiang-gongzi.” She curls her lips into a coy but exhausted smile and raises three fingers by her head, “I swear on my shifu’s name that I will not accost your naked body.” 

The Jiang cultivator might laugh at that, it’s still hard to tell. 

But it seems to help in some way. 

He -- finally -- turns and begins to undo the next layer of his robes. And the next. Four layers, what the fuck. Purple and blue and teal spread throughout the small cavern as he lays them out one at a time. He places his boots next to hers by the fire and then-- stops. 

The cloth of his trousers isn’t exactly hiding anything. It clings to his skin, as wet as the rest of him was. But he pauses, anyway. 

Lin Xi huffs. He was doing so well… 

He cuts his eyes over toward her, not to look, but seemingly to let her know he heard that, and then takes a long breath as if to steel himself for removing this last barrier to his modesty. 

The only thing those trousers are doing for his modesty is masking the color of his skin. She, heroically, refrains from pointing this out. 

“Well done, Jiang-gongzi,” she says. “Now get in the fucking bedroll. I’m freezing here.” If he were any one of her sect siblings, she would add a teasing “and it’s all your fault!” to the end of that. But he’s not one of her sect siblings, and he’s already looking entirely too fragile. She’s probably teased him plenty… for now. 

He crawls into the bedroll with her, skin cold and clammy, lips a worrying shade of blue. She moves such that he is between her and what’s left of the fire. He is in far greater need of the heat, having spent far longer floating beneath the ice. 

He jolts when she lays herself against his back. Mutters something about reputations that she ignores. She drags him in close with her arms and tucks them both deep into the soft fur lining, wrapping as much warmth around him as she can manage. It doesn’t take long before the tension begins to seep out of him. Before he’s leaning back into her body. Before his shivering slows and slows, coming in shorter and farther between waves, until his body eases into a steady repose. 

The last crackles of the fire echo down the length of the cavern. Outside, beyond the pine boughs she laid at the entrance, the night birds fly and sing, the trees rustle in the breeze. 

Just when Lin Xi is positive her stubborn bedmate is asleep, he speaks. 

“My name isn’t Jiang,” he says with a voice like distant thunder. 

It startles her, the low rumble. She can feel it against her chest. It is a surprisingly pleasant voice when not being used to thwart her attempts at shared survival. 

“Oh,” she says dumbly. “I assumed… The color of your robes…” she trails off. She could be wrong, but she remembers seeing the brilliant -- expensive -- purples on one of her first forays into Yunmeng province and learning from the owner of the pancake stall that they were the colors of the local cultivation sect. 

The man nods, catching her implication. “All disciples and servants of the Yunmeng Jiang sect wear this color, yet most disciples and servants do not bear the name Jiang.” 

“Ah.” That makes sense to her, as she considers it. Sects are larger than the families who rule them. Especially ones like Jiang and Wen and Nie. “And which are you?”

He responds with a small questioning sound. 

“Disciple or servant?” she clarifies. 

“Ah…” He trails off, shoulders going rigid. 

It’s probably rude to ask that, she realizes too late. Or to not know just by looking at him, by feeling the strength of his core, where he ranks withing the hierarchy of the jianghu. She’s still learning all of these rules -- so many rules -- and so many of them are so stupid. Who almost dies for the sake of propriety? What a stupid, stupid--

“That depends on who you ask,” he says. 

Which is a very curious answer to what she thought was a very straightforward, if potentially rude, question. She’s not entirely sure what he means by it, so she says, “I’m asking you.”

He lets out a soft huff at that. It could be a laugh or it could be a mark of offense. She doesn’t ask. She just waits. 

“I am… both,” he says eventually. “And neither.” He shakes his head and his hair brushes against her nose. “When Fengmian takes over, it will be better.” 

“Why? What will you be then?”

“I’ll be his right hand.”

She knows what a right hand is -- or, she would know if she were still on the mountain. Here, now, she’s unsure. She’s probably already been rude, so she doesn’t mind asking yet another rude question. He doesn’t seem willing to call her out on it yet, anyway. 

“And on which side does that fall? Disciple or servant?”

“I…” This time when his voice falls away it’s with an air of uncertainty. And sadness. 

The sadness bothers her, so she returns to their original topic. “What is your name, then?”

“Wei,” he says, fast and proud. “Wei Changze. My name is Wei Changze.”

He doesn’t say it in the usual cadence of birth name and courtesy name. But if he’s neither disciple nor servant, perhaps it’s the only name he has. A name from his parents. A name that fits. 

It sounds like it fits. Lin Xi wonders at the characters that make it, but decides not to ask just yet. 

“Nice to meet you, Wei Changze,” she says, and she finds she really means it. 

“And you?” he asks. 

She hums, considering her answer. There are several, after all. 

“My name is Lin Xi, but you might have heard of me as Cangse Sanren.”

His breath catches. She’s not surprised. She’d only been down the mountain for a little less than a year, yet already she’s heard stories of herself told for tavern audiences. She wouldn’t call it a comfortable experience. 

Wei Changze is silent for a long time, and she worries that all the tension she’d worked out of him will bunch right back into his shoulders. 

But it doesn’t. 

Instead, he leans gently back into her. “It is,” he says softly, “a pleasure to meet you, Lin Xi.” 

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[thesilliestrovingalive]

Cutting up an onion

After a long day of training and strategizing with the new recruits, Trevor and Nadia, everyone agreed it was the perfect time for a barbecue. Eri assigned Nadia to onion-cutting duty…

Nadia is cutting the onion, but starts to sniffle and her eyes water from its potency. However, this is clearly an act, meant to deceive. An oblivious Fio doesn't suspect a thing. As Fio is about to walk past her, she hears Nadia's sniffling and feels compelled to help. Nadia can't help but smirk slightly, before quickly changing to a neutral expression as Fio approaches her.

Fio: Hey, Nadia? Are you okay?

Nadia: *stops cutting and looks up at Fio, wiping away a couple of tears trickling down her face* I’m fine. It’s just that this onion is so damn strong!

Fio: Want me to cut it?

Nadia: Yeah, sure thing, Fi-Fi!

Nadia gets out of the chair and steps aside, giving Fio the opportunity to sit down and chop the onion. However, to Nadia's utter shock and surprise, Fio barely makes a few cuts before bursting into tears and sobbing uncontrollably.

Nadia: Eh?! What the hell was that, Fi-Fi?! You didn’t even cut the goddamn onion!

Fio: *begins to speak through her tears as she puts the knife down on the cutting board* Onion… too… strong… It has scary power! Too much! *sniffles shortly after*

Nadia puts her hands on her hips, pouting slightly. Suddenly, she comes up with a great idea.

Nadia: Trevie! *takes a deep breath* TREVORRRRRR!

Trevor: What do you want?! I’m busy updating the security systems!

Nadia: Get your ass over here! We need help ASAP!

Trevor immediately runs over with swift precision, knowing that Nadia's call for help is urgent and serious. As he approaches Nadia and Fio, he slows down, his expression changing to one of slight confusion, his brow furrowed in puzzlement.

Trevor: Why is Fio crying?

Nadia: *she lets out a heavy sigh* The onion is too strong for Fio’s poor eyes… Can you cut it?

Trevor: *pauses for a brief moment before answering* Sure thing. Let the master of cutting handle this tricky situation. *pointing at himself with confidence as he said that*

Fio moves out of the way, giving Trevor some space as he snatches the knife and begins to cut the onion. He starts off confidently, slicing through the vegetable with ease, but his composure is short-lived. As soon as he catches a whiff of the potent onion, he dramatically passes out, falling to the floor with the knife still clutched in his hand. This sudden collapse scares Nadia and Fio, leaving them in shock.

Nadia: *she falls to her knees and tries to wake up Trevor by shaking him, but nothing happens* Oh, shit! Man down! MAN DOWN!

Fio: That onion is diabolical! *she says this in a nervous manner*

Tarma suddenly arrives at the scene, drawn by the commotion coming from the garage where the SV-001 is stored.

Tarma: Holy fuck! What happened to Trevor?

Nadia and Fio fearfully point at the onion without saying a word.

Tarma: Okay…

Tarma tries to remain calm, but he can't help feeling a tad irritated by all this "drama". Just then, Fio rushes over to him, using him as a shield to hide from the onion as Nadia continues to gently shake Trevor.

Tarma: *he looks at Fio with a raised eyebrow* You want me to cut up the onion?

Fio: Y-yes…

Tarma: Alrighty. I got you covered.

Tarma approaches the cutting board with Fio staying close behind. He pulls out his combat knife and proceeds to silently slice the onion into bite-sized pieces, his eyes remaining dry and unaffected. Just as he finishes, Eri arrives right on time.

Eri: Urm… *she points at Trevor* Is this why it took so long to cut up the onion?

Fio explains the whole ordeal to Eri.

Eri: … Why are Nadia and Trevor so fucking dramatic over an onion?

Fio nonchalantly shrugs.

Nadia: The onion was too strong.

Eri: So what? I fucking told you to cut up the damn onion and, of course, you had to get Fio involved.

Tarma notices the situation is becoming increasingly awkward, so he decides to leave and walk back to the garage. Eri rolls her eyes as Nadia remains silent, then takes the cutting board laden with onion and walks over to Marco. Meanwhile, Trevor finally wakes up and begins giggling with Nadia.

Trevor: That was amazing!

Nadia: It sure is! You killed, Trevie! At least I didn’t have to cut up the onion this time. *bursting out into laughter*

Trevor: *he pats Nadia on the back* You always have a trick up your sleeves.

Fio gives them a shocked yet unimpressed look, then casually walks away from the two. Fio tells Eri that it was apparently a trick Nadia used to avoid cutting the onion. After dinner has been served and everyone's appetite has been satisfied, Eri unleashes an earful on Nadia and Trevor, one they will never forget. Later that day, Fio took a moment to thank Tarma for cutting up the onion, feeling grateful for his help.

[steakout-05]

(DISCLAIMER: as of the 17th of August 2024, it was revealed that Craig is directly related to Barry, which obviously makes my Crarry art very awkward. this is here to say this was made before any of that was revealed and obviously wasn't intended to be a ship about... that.)

drew some ponays yesterday :)

[lilmcttens]

👻⊱” Hmm. Would they even fall for it? Maybe..!” she thought to herself. Holding three envelopes, Amity drew a spell circle to imitate her mother's voice calling from downstairs.

"Edric! Emira! Get down here at once! I've just received your Hexside report cards and I'm severely disappointed you aren't following Amity's prime example! Make an example of yourselves!"

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Abet and Aid Punsters Day & Cook Something Bold Day

Person A runs a restaurant that they promote as the ‘most homophobic restaurant’ as their slogan by claiming to only use gay animals in their meat dishes, to capitalize on people’s hate. What the public doesn’t know is that Person A isn’t straight, and the slogan started as a prank and joke, that some patrons took too seriously and drew in more customers, so Person A kept the act up. Person B is their head chef and Person A’s romantic partner, and who is starting to get frustrated with how they can never go to Pride/LGBTQ+ events because Person A’s public infamy as a homophobe and because Person A is now afraid of people finding out and the potential backlash.

[womanofwords]

The World's Worst Lunch

Villain was surprised when Hero rushed past them to get to the kitchen. "What the hell?!" they spluttered, as Hero began raiding the fridge.

"Sorry. I'm just so hungry," Hero babbled, as they started shoving plain bread into their mouth.

"I've seen how big your lunch is. How are you hungry?"

Hero looked embarrassed. "Superhero gets hungry too, and sometimes they . . . share my lunch," Hero explained. "But they never leave any for me, even though it's supposed to be mine."

"I see. Superhero's stepping over what should be very important boundaries for their own gain," Villain said.

"They said it was because I have good lunches," Hero said.

Villain thought about it. "I see," they mused. "Well, I think that Superhero has had it too easy for too long. Tomorrow, give them a bad lunch. The world's worst lunch."

"I can't do that!" Hero's eyes widened with horror. "I have to eat that lunch!"

Villain rolled their eyes. "Hero, Superhero eats so much of your lunch that you rush home hungry afterwards because they left you nothing. You won't be able to eat any of it."

Hero thought about it, before eventually giving in. "Fine. What does the world's worst lunch look like anyway?" Hero asked. Villain laughed.

"Allow me to show you," Villain said. "We start with the humble water bottle. How do you think I'll mess with this?"

"Um . . . salt water?" Hero asked.

"Good, but not cruel enough." Villain got themselves a bottle of white vinegar and poured it into the water bottle. "There you go."

"Oh, goodness." Hero covered their mouth in shock.

"And now for the rest of the lunch. You have a habit of only packing yourself three items: a drink, a sandwich and a sweet treat. Your favourite kind of sweet treat is a . . . brownie, correct?" Villain looked at Hero expectantly.

Yes," Hero affirmed.

Villain grinned. "Thank you. Now leave me be, darling. I need to get revenge for you in peace."

(PAUSE)

Superhero sauntered up to Hero and sat down. "God, I'm hungry," they said, almost comedic timing. "Hey, Hero, can I have a bite of your sandwich?" they asked. Before Hero had a chance to say yes or no, Superhero had already taken the sandwich and ripped a huge chunk out of it, chewing and eventually swallowing.

They vomited it back up mere seconds later.

"What the heck is that?!" Superhero spluttered, as other heroes shrieked with horror at the puddle of vomit on the floor.

"My partner wanted me to try something new," Hero said.

"Well, it was awful! I need water now. Gimme that!" Superhero swiped the water bottle off the table and chugged it.

They threw up again.

"You know what, how about you just take the brownie and call it quits?" Hero asked. Superhero took it and scampered off, while other people looked at them in disgust, both visceral and moral.

(PAUSE)

Superhero was mysteriously absent for the rest of the day, something that Hero wasn't too upset about. However, they did want to know what Villain did, other than the white vinegar in the water bottle.

"What did you do to Superhero?" Hero asked Villain, as they snuggled in bed together.

"I made the world's worst lunch for them," Villain said, kissing Hero's forehead. "Nobody makes my darling go hungry."

[invisiblesketches]

The more I think about my tss ocfications the less I remember the canon characters...

[wannawrite999]

[convxction]

ooc. not gonna let you forget how seggsy chrom's beefy arms in his chromas outfit. come get yo giftu. perhapseee.

[padfootastic]

am i the only one who thinks that sirius isn't as impulsive as people think he is? he doesn't really give me vibes of someone who goes into stuff without thinking . i think he is pretty reckless and likes to do dangerous things for the adrenaline rush, but he doesn't seem impulsive to me. he knows the consequences but doesn't really care 1/2

friend, ur absolutely in the right space bc i hate the ‘reckless impulsive sirius!!’ characterisation lol. i don’t think i’d mind it so much if it didn’t feel like—sirius’ is invalidated for it? if that makes sense?

but as we see him in canon, def don’t think he was reckless or impulsive, at least not much than the average person in some extraordinarily non-average circumstances.

re the trauma response thing, hmmm. can u elaborate why u think that? 👀 i’m curious now bc i think i hc the opposite—he became more ‘mature’ and introspective bc of his trauma. the nature vs nurture is interesting bc the only place i can see that is perhaps when he was sorted gryffindor? and there’s like a—general culture of being headasses so he joined in ykwim?