#Or maybe this is just a late april fool's joke...

[mysfran]

So ummm... It's been so long since I posted because of my college life and twitter (yes, I have twitter now or should I say X...) but...

WHAT THE F*CK YOU MEAN IZUKU LOST BOTH OF HIS ARMS?!?!?!

[damdalion]

Considering how there is a 3-4 months of difference between episodes usually, we'll be able to find out if Ivan is alive or not (I'm still living in denial) by September the latest, unless they tell us via comics or other art in the meantime. Anyway here are my delusional ramblings until then: What we know right now, is that Ivan fell unconcious and had internal injuries (hence coughing up blood), but the first 2 gunshots really didn't seem bad enough to me, which shows that they didn't want to seriously hurt him at the beginning. We haven't been shown proof that the injuries were fatal, only severe. We also know that unlike Mizi, he was treated this way, because last time Mizi used a similar method to escape hence they tightened the security to not let it happen again. If it was prior the incident, he would've probably been restrained instead. Now let's think about who Ivan is outside the competition. His owner seems to value him a bit (at least a lot more than for example Till's) and he is fairly free compared to the others. He also could undo Till's restraints and there were some other weird aspects that just show that he might have *some* influence. (Really stretching here ik) I mean he could even escape the place with Till when they were only weak kids with average intellect, which seems impossible without some sort of help (they weren't even really punished for it either from what we've been shown so far). Also he canonically did commercials / signed deals with companies and was popular with the audience, so they might not want to lose him just yet and hide him away from the public while letting the competition go on. (Please correct me if I'm wrong with anything, but honestly I'll deny his death until I see his corpse at this point)

[pucksandpower]

April Fools?

Lando Norris x Hamilton!Reader

Summary: maybe telling your father the big news on April Fools’ Day was not the best idea

Lewis is lounging in his driver’s room, reviewing data from the last practice session, when there’s a tentative knock at the door.

“Come in,” he calls out, not looking up from his computer screen.

The door creaks open slowly and Lewis glances over to see you and your boyfriend shuffling awkwardly into the room, neither of you making eye contact with him.

“What’s this then?” Lewis says with an amused chuckle at your strange behavior. “You two look like you’re about to face a firing squad.”

You and Lando exchange a nervous glance but remain silent, shifting your weight uneasily.

Lewis sets down his laptop and leans back in his chair. “Well, out with it. Whatever it is, I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

You open your mouth but no words come out. You look pleadingly at Lando who seems equally incapable of speech, his lips moving soundlessly.

“I haven’t got all day here,” Lewis raises an eyebrow. “One of you needs to start talking.”

You take a steadying breath and then the words come tumbling out in a rush.

“I’m pregnant!”

There’s a beat of silence as Lewis processes what you’ve said. Then he lets out a loud laugh, slapping his knee in amusement.

“Nice one! You two really had me going for a minute there. Very funny prank!”

Lando finally finds his voice, though it comes out as more of a terrified squeak. “She’s … she’s not joking. Y/N is pregnant. With my … with my baby.”

Lewis just keeps laughing so hard that tears threaten to spill down his cheeks. “Oh come off it, you can drop the act now. I’m not falling for silly April Fools’ pranks!”

“Is … is it April Fools’ Day?” You ask hesitantly, a crease forming between your brows. “I didn’t even realize what day it was ...”

Lewis’ laughter slowly trails off as the serious expressions on your and Lando’s faces register. His eyes narrow as he looks between the two of you.

“You’re … you’re actually pregnant?” He asks slowly, needing confirmation one last time. “With Lando’s …”

Lando gulps audibly and gives the smallest of nods. “Y-yes sir.”

A rushing sound fills Lewis’ ears as the reality slams into him. His little girl, his baby, is having a baby of her own. With a driver no less — one of his competitors!

The room starts spinning dangerously.

“You …” Lewis growls, rounding on Lando with a look that could incinerate him on the spot. “You got my daughter pregnant?”

“I … I …” Lando squeaks, taking an unconscious step back.

“Start running,” Lewis rumbles in a tone of deadly calm. “You’ve got three seconds.”

Lando’s eyes widen in terror and he immediately turns to bolt out the door.

“One …” Lewis counts, rising to his feet with jerky movements.

“I’m too young to die!” Lando wails, throwing the door open and fleeing at a sprint down the hallway.

“Two …” Lewis continues menacingly, stalking after him with murder in his eyes.

“Dad, wait!” You cry out in a panic, but it’s too late.

“Three!” Lewis roars, now fully giving chase after a petrified Lando.

He tears down the corridor and out into the paddock area, drawing confused stares from crew members and team personnel.

“I’m too young to be a grandpa!” Lewis bellows at the top of his lungs, rapidly closing the gap on the fleeing Lando.

You hurry after them, catching up just as Lando races past a very confused group of mechanics, Lewis in hot pursuit.

“Don’t let him hurt me!” Lando screams as he dodges around equipment boxes.

The commotion has drawn the attention of the entire paddock by now. Cameras are out and clicking furiously as the most famous driver on the grid chases his terrified competitor in circles.

Finally, Lando trips over a stray tire and goes sprawling to the ground. Lewis is on him in an instant, grabbing him by the shirt front and hauling him up until they are nose to nose.

“Please … please don’t kill me,” Lando whimpers pathetically.

Lewis glares at the younger man for a long moment before his expression softens just a fraction. “I’ll let you live. On one condition.”

Lando nods frantically in agreement before Lewis has even named the condition.

“The baby gets my name. You two are naming it after me. No arguments.”

For a brief second, relief flashes across Lando’s face. Then his eyes go wide again in fear. “Ah well … you see … the thing is ...”

“Spit it out!” Lewis growls.

“Y/N … she wants to name the baby Nico. After Nico Rosberg.”

A muscle twitches dangerously in Lewis’ jaw and he drops Lando back to the ground in a heap.

“Oh, for fu-”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Lando’s desperate shrieks once again fill the air, echoing across the paddock. “Lewis, please, have mercy!”

[dustofthedailylife]

You were not supposed to hear that...yet

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Pairing: Alhaitham x (gn!) Reader

Summary: Alhaitham reveals a secret about the inner workings of his heart to his friends over a cup of wine and in between some banter. However, he did not expect it would go this wrong...

Tags: Fluff, crack, comfort, teasing, consumption of alcohol (by characters), the whole 4ggravate crew is here, friendly banter between friends, a small sprinkle of angst because reader is insecure (but it's unjustified)

A/N: Dust posting a new fic?! Not an April Fool's joke, despite the date! Finally felt inspired and well enough again to finish this fic that has been rotting in my WIPs forever. I hope you like it. And feel free to hit me up with asks and reblogs - it'd motivate me greatly after my long break 🥺

The usual friend group of Cyno, Kaveh, Tighnari, and him - Alhaitham, was sitting at the Tavern. A gathering like it happened almost every weekend at this point.

The wine bottle on the table had been emptied around two or three times already when Kaveh ordered a new one yet again. At this point, Alhaitham had actually lost count of how many glasses of wine he'd already had, too. But one thing was for certain, he could feel the alcohol in his system and the warm blood that was rushing to his cheeks. All things considered though, despite feeling a little tipsy from the intoxication, he was still able to think clearly.

"Let me guess I'm the one who will have to end up covering your bill again?" He took sarcastic a jab at Kaveh. 

The man in question just squinted his eyes and glared daggers at him before opening his mouth in an attempt to protest before it was quickly shot down by Tighnari's hand covering it.

Alhaitham leisurely leaned back in his chair smirking to himself, training his focus back onto the TCG cards in his hands and considering his next turn of action in the game he was playing against Cyno.

"What, am I just supposed to take it all the time and be quiet?!" Kaveh retorted, directed at Tighnari. The fox's ears were beginning to droop lower and lower as his expression became more and more deadpan.

"You all know as well as I do that if [Y/N] was here he wouldn't be acting like this. He would be on his best behavior and pay for the drinks without so much as complaining or being so cocky."

"By the way," Tighnari attempted to divert the attention away from Kaveh's ranting. "Where are they? Didn't you say they wanted to stop by the Tavern as well today, Alhaitham?"

Alhaitham played his round, throwing his card Cyno's way before looking up at Tighnari again.

"They mentioned it but I suppose something must've come up instead. I will ask tomorrow."

"Isn't it strange?" Kaveh addressed the others. "Whenever it involves [Y/N] he graciously offers himself up to talk to them and seek them out but whenever someone else is looking for him he is nowhere to be found."

"Maybe you just can't find me because I simply don't have anything to discuss with you." Alhaitham threw another jab at Kaveh with a smirk, which was promptly followed by a light punch against his bicep by the blonde architect.

"What? I constantly have to talk to you already when we're at ho-"

"SHHH! Don't say that out loud." Kaveh hissed, quickly covering Alhaitham's mouth in panic, since he didn’t want him to spell out that they were currently living together. “It's embarrassing enough that I currently have no other choice, no need to add to my misery.”

A witty quip was burning at the tip of Alhaitham's tongue after Kaveh's remark yet again, but he decided to swallow it. He didn't want to upset him too much, especially since he knew he'd had it rough lately. Even if it would've been said in jest, there was no need to add insult to injury. Instead, he simply resorted to taking another sip of his wine with a low chuckle and a glance in the blonde architect’s direction.

“Aaaaanyway…”, Tighnari cleared his throat, addressing Alhaitham once more. “What is it between [Y/N] and you anyway? You've become quite close haven't you?”

“That's an understatement.” Kaveh groaned, dropping his head on his folded arms on the table dramatically. “He can't stop talking about them. Day in and day out it’s [Y/N]-this, [Y/N]-that.”

“We started working on a project about six months ago. Things are progressing quite smoothly if I do say so myself. Certainly makes things easier if you're working with someone who is both hardworking and intelligent in every way. I’ve been lucky to have been assigned to the project with them.” Alhaitham answered Tighnari’s question rationally while ignoring Kaveh’s dramatic display.

“Here he goes again.” Kaveh huffed, directing his comment at Cyno and Tighnari. “Whenever he talks about them you hear nothing but praises.”

“If someone is doing a great job, is it not logical to give them the credit they deserve?” Alhaitham added matter of factly.

“No… I mean yes, but no. It's just not something I'd see you doing. It’s so out of character.” Kaveh huffed. “And before you say anything, yes, maybe I just don't know that side of you because I don't give you any reason to praise me. No need to add that, thank you.”

Kaveh poked his tongue out at Alhaitham before taking a big sip from his wine.

“Why, if you want to be praised you just need to say so, Kaveh. I think you're quite brilliant - your shortcomings aside.” He just had to add that last bit. Kaveh was just way too easy to tease. And what would this friend group be without the playful banter and jabs at each other?

Kaveh choked on the drink immediately and slammed his cup down onto the table with a loud clang. A fire burned behind his crimson eyes when he spoke next.

“This is exactly what I meant, thanks for proving my point!”

Kaveh looked at Cyno and Tighnari gesturing in the direction of Alhaitham with a move that said “Do you see what I mean now?”.

Tighnari just facepalmed and shook his head.

“And what is your point exactly?” Cyno inquired, playing a card from his hand.

“Did you not listen to what he said?” Kaveh gasped.

“Not really,” Cyno admitted honestly, his eyes trained back on the cards in his hands.

“It's the fact that he can praise others too, but never without also pointing out their faults in the same sentence. Did no one ever notice that? However, he never does that when it's [Y/N].” Kaveh explained.

“And?” Tighnari and Cyno replied in unison, looking puzzled as to where Kaveh wanted to go with this.

Kaveh put his head in his hand and groaned in frustration. “Sometimes you all make me feel like I am surrounded by idiots.”

Now everyone raised their eyebrows at him.

“You're all so clueless… anyway.” He sighed dramatically and accusingly pointed a finger at Alhaitham. “This guy. This admittedly handsome but blockheaded, know-it-all, stoic, annoying-”

“Get to the point.” Alhaitham chided, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Fine, fine." Kaveh spread his arms like he was holding a presentation and Alhaitham his canvas.

“This guy's right here, as alien as it may sound – has fallen in love.” 

“You're in love?!” Cyno exclaimed his eyes widening. “With who?!”

Tighnari rolled his eyes, knowing full well Cyno hadn't listed at all the past ten minutes because he had been so absorbed in his cards, and gently slapped the back of his head.

“[Y/N], of course!” The Forest Ranger exclaimed with a huff.

Cyno, now rubbing the back of his head just ushered a “Wait really?” while Kaveh and Tighnari just curiously began eyeing Alhaitham in the hope of seeing any type of confirmation on his face. However, it stayed as unreadable as ever.

He nonchalantly took another sip of wine from his cup while leisurely looking back and forth between the cards on the table and the ones in his hand before playing another turn as if this conversation just now hadn't happened.

“So!?” Kaveh asked, almost hysterically at this point. “Do you intend to enlighten us?”

Just how had he gotten into this situation now? Alhaitham suppressed a sigh before turning to Cyno: “Your turn. Two of your cards are down.”

“Archons!” Cyno cussed, immediately attempting to go back to study his cards but a fist slammed the table harshly, drawing all attention to it.

Tighnari flinched in shock and Cyno, too seemed to be pulled back to reality. Kaveh’s hand was trembling slightly, visibly agitated.

“Stop changing the subject, Alhaitham. The more you keep avoiding answering the question the more I think I am right in my assumptions.”

Alhaitham pinched the bridge of his nose beginning to truly feel a little stressed by Kaveh’s insistance. The man was truly too nosy for his good.

“Kaveh, just let it be if he doesn’t-” Tighnari began before being cut off by Alhaitham.

“And what if you are right? What then, Kaveh?”

Everyone at the table fell silent and everyone was staring at him with a mix of disbelief and shock.

He hadn't planned to reveal any of this yet, especially since he feared they would try to become his wingman. Which, admittedly, may be a nice gesture on paper but with them it could only end in disaster. Plus he would prefer to deal with his feelings alone first and think them through thoroughly, before talking about them with anyone. Besides, it should be you, if anyone, who should hear about them first - alas he was too deep into this now to weasel his way out.

“What?!” Kaveh’s mouth hung open in shock.

“So it is true then?” Cyno inquired, putting the card in his hand down on the table, now suddenly fully hooked on the tea that was being spilled.

“Hold on. Pause.” Kaveh sat upright, before quickly gazing over Alhaitham’s shoulder. “So you-”

“For Archon’s sake.” Alhaitham was beginning to get annoyed because he didn't know how much clearer he had to become for them to get it. “Yes - I’ve been in love with them. For a while now-”

“Alhaitham-” Kaveh tried to interject.

“No, don't interrupt me now, you pestered me about it for the past twenty minutes now you'll have to listen. I have never met anyone who is so hardworking, intelligent, and stunning in any way. Of course, I would be infatuated with a person like them. It would be hard not to fall for them.”

“Uhm Alhai–” Kaveh laughed awkwardly before being interrupted by Alhaitham’s ongoing monologue once more.

“At first I wasn't sure about it but I am now. I am thinking about them first thing in the morning and last thing when I go to sleep - unless you're hammering away on some project again that keeps me awake, Kaveh.”

Kaveh waved for him to shut up already but Alhaitham didn't let that bother him. If he wanted the full story with all the details - he'd get it. He hoped that would get this discussion out of the way once and for all.

“And guess what? They even remembered how I liked my coffee just after I told them once and gifted me a book that I had been trying to find for weeks. So yes, Kaveh. I love [Y/N]. There, does that suffice now, or?”

Kaveh let out a squeal as soon as Alhaitham had stopped speaking but upon further inspection of his expression, it hadn't been one of excitement but rather pure terror and awkwardness. 

“Alhaitham…” Cyno and Tighnari said in unison and he only then noticed as well how their gaze was trained on a spot behind him.

“What?” Alhaitham inquired, curling a brow up in confusion before all three men pointed their fingers at something behind him.

When he turned his head around to look at what they were trying to show him, he felt his heart drop to his stomach for the first time in ages.

To his utter shock, you were standing right behind him. Or rather, you were frozen in place, your hand still half lifted in greeting as if you had just been about to greet the lot of them. Your mouth was slightly open in shock still and your pupils were but the size of pinpricks and transfixed on Alhaitham.

And judging by your reaction you must've heard every last word he had said.

“I-I…” You started stammering, clearly confused about what you had just heard. “I uh-, I'll head back home.”

You abruptly turned around on your heel and marched straight out the Tavern door you had just come through as if someone was chasing you.

Alhaitham hadn't moved a muscle ever since he had spotted you standing behind him and he looked like he was frozen in place. Everyone at the table had fallen so silent, one would've been able to hear a needle drop.

Alhaitham's eyes were still fixed on the door you had left through. The little bell that chimed every time the Tavern door hit it on the way in or out was still dangling lightly from the impact. But the movement was dying down slowly but surely - just like Alhaitham, who felt like someone had dropped a boulder on his chest.

You were not supposed to hear that, yet.

“You uh…, Alhaitham you should probably follow them.” Tighnari was the first to speak again. He awkwardly scratched behind his ears. Cyno hummed in agreement while Kaveh just sat there with his mouth wide open.

Alhaitham exhaled in frustration, unable to properly place his emotions. But they were somewhere between unsettled, nervous, and discomforted.

When he got up it felt like someone had tied heavy iron blocks to his ankles that were weighing him down.

“Yeah, I guess I do,”  Alhaitham muttered before marching off.

When you stormed outside the Tavern the cool evening breeze gnawed at your skin and made goosebumps erupt all over. Although you weren't quite sure if it was the temperature or your emotional turmoil at play here.

There was no way Alhaitham had just said that and actually meant it. He wouldn't be the type of man to flat-out admit that he had feelings for anyone. Or would he? He had been talking to his closest friends after all.

You were questioning your sense of reality and thought you must've fabricated it all in your mind. Or maybe you misheard what he said and he was talking about something else entirely.

But no, he said your name, and the others looked panicked when you entered the tavern and approached the table.

As you rushed through the streets of Sumeru City the chilly wind kept whipping in your face. Not even you knew where you were going at this point. You simply went where your feet were carrying you.

But eventually, you realized you had run up the Akademiya and to the blue-green mosaic pavilion that glistened in the last rays of sunlight. The spot at which you and Alhaitham often spent your lunch break together. 

You sunk down on the bench exhaustedly and stared holes in the ground.

No way.

There was just no way.

Alhaitham. The man you had fallen for so hard that he had begun to occupy every waking thought you had. That man was supposed to have feelings for you and had just flat-out admitted it?

No, this simply had to be a dream. A bad joke. Or maybe even a bet between the group that they orchestrated to prank you.

You could feel your heart thumping in your head and it felt like your head was swimming. It was as if you had downed an entire bottle of wine by yourself, but you were as sober as one could be.

Yes, that had to be it. It was a bet between the boys over one too many cups of wine and they had all acted their parts out flawlessly.

You got up again walking to the railing, overlooking Sumeru city that shone majestically in the last remaining rays of sunshine that the day had to offer. Another gush of wind blew your way, making tears well up in your eyes. Although it may have also been your emotions who were to blame for that instead.

You inhaled deeply. Once. Twice. But nothing seemed to help calming the rapidly beating heart in your chest.

In your daze, you completely missed how someone had quietly come up to the pavilion as well.

Alhaitham leaned against the railing himself, looking over the city in silence, too. He was clearly ringing for words. Although you assumed the wrong reason for his struggle.

“Look,” you began, trying your hardest to suppress the tremble in your voice. “If you came here to apologize - please, spare me your words.”

He looked at you opening his mouth before closing it again right after with a silent nod. His cheeks were dusted in a light pink shade - you assumed it was caused by the alcohol he had downed at the tavern with the others.

“I hope that we can go back to normal tomorrow and just finish our project. I’d prefer if we kept our distance after that. I think it’s for the best” The words left your mouth at normal speed, but it felt like you had to force every single one out. They felt tenacious, like old chewing gum that you tried to pull out from in between your teeth.

“I understand.” He stated calmly before retraining his gaze back into the distance. 

You both kept standing next to each other in silence for a long while before you decided to confront him about it directly. You eventually decided it was for the best if you got things off your chest now so that you could get over him quickly. Ripping it off like a band-aid would hopefully give you the relief you so desperately craved right now.

“You know,” you began. “I don’t know who came up with the idea and I also don’t care, no need to tell me. But you guys should never do this to anyone again because you never know how much it might end up hurting someone else’s feelings.”

Alhaitham stood upright and turned to face you directly. He crossed his arms over his chest and slightly cocked his head like he always did when he was thinking about something you said.

After a momentary pause, he asked: “What do you mean?”

“I mean that you shouldn’t toy with someone’s feelings as a prank. It’s never actually funny for anyone but the people who orchestrate such a prank. No matter if the other person reciprocates the feelings or whether they believe the statement, they always end up being the one who is being ridiculed.” You explained as rationally as possible, which was a stark contrast to the tempest that was raging both inside of your heart and mind.

“Especially when the person hoped to hear those exact words for the longest time, too…” You added. It wasn't more than an utterance under your breath - so quietly it was barely audible. But Alhaitham heard nonetheless.

“But I meant everything I said.” He stated matter of factly, seemingly catching on to the fact that you must’ve assumed the wrong things about the whole situation.

“What?! Alhaitham, please, there is no need to add insult to injury. You had your fun now–”

“No.” He gently took your hands in his, exhaling heavily. “Archons, you weren’t supposed to find out like this.”

He rarely swore which made the impact of his words even stronger.

“I wanted to tell you face to face and was waiting for the right moment to do so. But, just know that every word you heard and everything I said back at the tavern was the truth. No bet or scheme made me say it. Not that anyone would be able to make me say these things in the first place.” He sighed once more, giving your hands an emphasizing squeeze. “I meant it.”

“You did?”

“Every word.”

You felt the blood rush to your face and immediately lowered your gaze in an attempt to hide your flusteredness.

“Had I known this would happen, I would’ve told you everything right from the start. I don’t like how this went now but–”, he moved his hands up to cup your face. His beautiful turquoise eyes trained on no one but you. 

“I’m absolutely certain I like you. You drive me crazy. And I love and hate how much you occupy every waking thought of mine because I can’t focus on anything when you’re around. And when you’re not, you’re still always on my mind. So please – be mine.”

Do not repost, copy, translate or edit - © dustofthedailylife || reblogs, comments, and asks about Genshin or my fics are always greatly appreciated and motivate me! Maple dividers are mine - do not copy.

[tavyliasin]

BG3 2025 Creative Challenge!

Baldur's Gate 3 Fandom Artists, Writers, and Creatives!

I would like to invite you to a year of prompts to create whatever you would like! SFW, NSFW, whatever medium you would like to create in, the choice is yours! The idea is that we have on prompt per month so it should be easier to follow along without becoming overloaded. You don't have to create something specifically for the event either - if you have a WIP or other work you're publishing that month that fits the description you are more than welcome to add that in! I'll make a new post at the start of each month with the details of that month's challenge prompt, but this will be our masterpost to start the year off with a bang. Details below the cut!

The Year Of Prompts

January - New Year New You Pick a new character, trope, or pairing. Something you haven’t tried before. Make it a challenge to do something new and different! February - Romance Novels Go for something romantic, or if romance isn’t your cup of tea try something around the Necromancy of Thay instead! March - Marching Forwards March to your goal to finish a WIP or LongFic, or March into a new world by making something in an AU! April - Fools Rush In Make something humorous, something fun, whether it’s based on a meme or a joke pairing or just something with a bit more whimsy and some laughs~ May - Maybe? What If? Reverse a trope or reimagine a part of the canon - what if things were different? 

June - June Bugs Create something centred around a game glitch or exploit, past or present! July - Why Would July To Me? A piece around lies, deceptions, and other ways the truth can be twisted or obscured. August - When In Rome… A piece themed around the customs of specific races, backgrounds, regions, or Guilds. Are they followed or broken? That’s up to you! September - Seven Deadly Sins Pick one, or more, of the classic “seven deadly sins” and see how that can relate to one or more characters or tropes. October - Days of the Dead Create something around a character death, a memorial, a lingering ghost, or find a way a character might cheat their death or be brought back from it~ 

November - Gnomevember Either create something centred on Gnome characters from the game, or the other story points around them (Steel Watch, Iron Throne, Runepowder, etc) December - Season of Giving Create a surprise gift for someone in fandom, or write a piece around a gift being given by or to a character or characters!

Rules

The rules are very simple!

Create your piece in 2025, preferably within the prompt month but if you post a little early or late that's fine too!

All pieces must be your creations or a collaboration - No AI or chatbot content

You are free to work in whatever medium you like for each and every prompt!

Set your own goal - you can do a short 100-500 word minific, some simple sketches, or write a whole 10k word one shot epic, or draw a full page comic. What matters is that it's a goal YOU want to achieve!

There will be options to submit prompts and fill prompts in the AO3 collections - this is entirely your choice! You can take a prompt if you like, work on something you had already started, or create something entirely new!

Have fun!

The Goal

The aim really is simple - to set some targets, and work on at least 12 things this year so at this time next year you can look back on your progress and celebrate your achievements. If you miss a month or turn in late, that's fine! Do what works for you!

AO3 Collections

For those of you that would like to, there will be a parent collection for the year event as a whole and some sub-collections for each month to allow us to keep everything nice and organised. It's completely optional if you would like to put your work on AO3 or not - you're more than welcome to just keep it on Tumblr or wherever you usually share your works!

This event is for you to use however you feel best, to inspire creativity, working towards manageable goals, and trying something different.

Social Media Tags

Use the tag #BG32025 if you would like to! I don't know if anyone else is using this one but I'll cross my fingers that we're the only ones~ Feel free to share the event and please do support each other through our creativity! A character or pairing or kink or trope might not be your cup of tea, but let's celebrate how it is there for someone else who might really enjoy it, and keep a positive and passionate view whilst respecting boundaries by tagging works appropriately as always <3

Thank you for reading this far and I hope to see you all through they year adding your works and creativity to our fandom <3 we have so much amazing talent here, I'm delighted to have the privilege of seeing it all~

[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Characters: Would They Be Good at Pulling Pranks?

Yesterday was April 1, aka April Fools Day, a holiday that encourages people to pull pranks. So that got me wondering: if such a holiday existed in the Cosmere, would various Cosmere characters be good at this whole "pranking" thing?

1. Syl: Yes, but only of one type

Syl is a prankster in canon: she likes to stick things together! Your shoes to your floor, your hand to your spear, your butt to your chair...so yes, she is great at pranks. I bet if April Fool's Day existed in the Cosmere, she would be an absolute menace.

2. Lopen: Depends on who you ask...

I think Lopen's pranks would be like his jokes: not intended to be mean, but actually kinda mean. In Dawnshard, Lopen came to learn that his jokes were not universally fun and beloved, and I feel like his journey with pranks would necessarily be similar. He'd love pulling them, though!

3. Wayne: Yes, and everyone has fun

Sanderson once said that the difference between Lopen & Wayne is that Wayne can read the room. So I think Wayne would not only like pranks, but would also be more aware of their effect. Like...if Lopen is tying your shoelaces together when you're late for work, Wayne is putting googly eyes (which he invented) on all of your family photos while you're out.

4. Sarene: Yes (mostly against Iadon)

Sarene, Miss Malicious-compliance-and-weaponizer-of-other-people's-misogyny, would love an excuse to "accidentally" prank Iadon. She'd either do really obvious pranks and blame them on feminine confusion ("Oh dear I just wanted to clean but I guess washing your portrait ruined it??") or do really sneaky pranks that no one could trace back to her (cut to Sarene secretly weakening the seams on all of Iadon's clothing so that a good sneeze will make them all fall off).

5. Kaladin: Not anymore

We know that in canon Kaladin pulled pranks as a kid--he told Tien to save a lurg to dump in their dad's bath later. But I feel like nowadays, Kaladin is too gloomy and glowering to pull pranks. He might just enjoy Syl's sometimes though...

6. Steris: Maybe they're just not the most creative...

I think that if a Pranking Holiday existed, Steris would study up and do a textbook prank. Like, she's replacing Wax's sugar bowl with salt, and then he drinks a sip of salty coffee, and then she says, "Ah ha! You have been Pranked per the Social Conventions of today's Holiday!" And Wax would be genuinely delighted.

7. Dalinar: No--not at any point in his life

Blackthorn Dalinar would think a prank is "stabbing a guy in the leg and laughing." Modern-day Dalinar would be puzzled that anyone actually does pranks--aren't they, you know, kinda beneath you? The Codes would DEFINITELY not allow them.

8. Sigzil: No, too much paperwork

The Prank Authorization Form is 7 pages and takes 5 weeks for review and approval. Who has that kind of time???

9. Lift: Yes, absolutely

I can see Lift positioning buckets of water over, like, Dalinar's door or slicking the floor right as that merchant she saw yelling at kids walks by. Now--imagine Lift & Syl going on a prank spree together. You're welcome.

10. Hoid: Nobody knows

Hoid put paperclips in the pockets of every single one of Elhokar's outfits. He put edible glitter into Rock's stew, turning it into Glitter Stew. He found one of Kaladin's buttons on the ground and straight-up ate it while making direct eye contact.

But...were any of those things pranks? Were they plots? Were they just Hoid being Wit?

Nobody knows.

[soulprompts]

an unexpected arrival. (A PROMPT LIST!)

so a lovely anonymous angel asked for a list of prompts relating to an unexpected pregnancy, and i made a list! i have two other lists over on my other blog that i'm gonna reblog over here, but there may be some slight overlap with these; however, unlike the other two lists, these focus exclusively on the unexpected part. DON'T ADD TO THIS LIST, DON'T CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN! but do have a tonne of fun with them!

" so, remember last week, when i had the flu and i couldn't leave my house? turns out it wasn't the flu. i'm pregnant. "

" i'm telling you about this baby because you deserve to know. that's all. i don't expect anything from you. i don't need you to step up or whatever. i just thought you ought to know. "

" i'm sure you don't need to be reminded, but... getting pregnant wasn't exactly part of the whole life plan. "

" you're sure? i mean, you did the test properly? maybe it was a false positive. or, or maybe you didn't read the results right... "

" a baby... well. that certainly complicates things, doesn't it? "

" i don't even know if i want kids. "

" could you please just stop reminding me that this isn't part of the plan?! you think i don't know that?! we're having a baby, i'm terrified enough without you reminding me! "

" look. i'm/you're not the first person to get pregnant, and i/you won't be the last. we're gonna figure it out, alright? "

" my place isn't even close to being big enough for a baby... they need so much stuff. cribs, prams, diaper stations... and my neighbors complain enough as it is, they'll evict me if i have a screaming baby as well... "

" hey... why don't you move in with me? i've got plenty of space, and my walls are thick, so the baby could scream as loud as they want. you could stay as long as you like. "

" should... we get married? i mean, that's what you do, isn't it? when someone's having a baby? "

" okay, we're not getting married. i mean, i appreciate the gesture, but... there's plenty of single parents out there. what's one more, right? "

" god... we are so stupid. i mean, seriously! any idiot knows that condoms aren't 100% effective! if we're dumb enough to forget that, how are we meant to look after a baby?! "

" you... you're kidding, right? this is a joke? it's a fake pregnancy test, some weird, slightly out of touch belated april fool's prank? "

" it's honestly insane that we didn't figure it out sooner... i mean, those were some wild cravings, right? "

" when you say late... do you mean like, a few days? or are we talking... months? "

" no, no, this... it changes everything. EVERYTHING. i... i don't know if i'm ready for this, i don't think i'm parent material, i... "

" hey. you're not alone. you got that? it takes a village, right? i'm gonna help you every step of the way. we all will. this kid, if you choose to go through with it... they'd be okay. "

" you know i support you. whatever choice you end up making. i will always be by your side. okay? "

" if this is some weird idea of a joke, i have to tell you, it's not funny. i mean, you're having a baby AND i'm somehow the dad? a little much, no? "

" no, i want to step up. it took two of us to make this baby, and i want to make sure you know that, if you go ahead with this, there's gonna be two of us to raise them, too. "

" the father doesn't believe that the baby is his. "

" okay. so screw the father. i'm going to be here to help you. okay? we'll parent this kid so well, they'll never want to know who their real dad is. "

" so... you wanna tell me who the father is? "

" the surprise baby is actually not just one baby. we're having twins/triplets/etc. "

" hey, hey... don't worry, okay? it's alright. it's all going to be okay. condoms break, yeah? it's no biggie... "

" what do you mean, you think?! haven't you taken a pregnancy test yet? "

" that's a lot of pregnancy books you got there... got something you want to tell me? "

" have you told the father yet? "

" i guess, seeing how you rushed over here so fast to tell me the news, that you think the baby is mine? "

" look, we both made plans, right? and obviously shit happens, but... a baby is a pretty massive deal. "

" how many other people have you told about the pregnancy? "

" what do you want to do? "

[thebandghostofficial]

[MESSAGE FROM THE CLERGY]

An important (and overwinded) announcement regarding this blog below the cut.

Hello everyone! This is Rawkin Ghoul/ Tumblr Ghoul/ Tumblrina/ Soda/ etc etc.

First thing’s first: no, this blog is not an official Ghost social media account.

I started this blog in late 2022 when ghost-official started blowing up (I do not believe this one to be real either, and honestly I won’t believe they have a Tumblr until it is linked on their official website) and thought, “wow, I could make a better Ghost blog than that. One that’s way better organized and actually advertises properly for them, and posts regularly!” So I did.

Originally it was meant as just that, a little joke between some friends, and wasn’t meant to really get farther than that. But then I thought, Ghost does have a lot of fans on Tumblr- a lot of exquisitely talented and devoted fans. Maybe I can kinda “roleplay” it for a while, build almost a bit of a portfolio, and then either offer the blog to management or offer to run it for them officially, for fun, if they were interested.

More time passes and more people followed. I thought “xofficial” as a username was a common enough joke/ gimmick that people would realize it wasn’t for real (and in fact, when I first searched the URL, I found that this username was once in use years ago! Sorry, previous owner), especially after posting that April Fools joke post- this was wrong of me to assume. There are a lot of roleplay/ joke “official” Ghost accounts all over the web but I failed to really properly disclaim that I was one of them.

I of course don’t plan to reach out to Ghost anymore and haven’t for some time, for multiple reasons including Tumblr just not being a good website for advertising. But another one is I got pretty loose on here. Tumblr is so different from Twitter and Insta and all that- you guys (and myself! I go here too) don’t want to have someone sell something to you- but you do love interaction and jokes and solving things together.

I think we can all admit it- when Ghost is dormant, the fans can get bored and even agitated, and can start to have a go at eachother. I’m certainly not guiltless there either. I wouldn’t say I’m notorious or even particularly well known in general but I’ve gotten into drama here and there. I figured the blog would be a fun way not just to distract the community, but really engage with it. The blog passed 5k a month or so ago and I started thinking, we could do something really cool with it. Smaller events like fanart contests and zines. But what if we did more? Organizing pre-ritual meetups. Larger community projects like fan-made music videos. ARG. Maybe even a short video game- there are so many incredibly skilled and hard-working Ghost fans and I wanted to try to bring them together because I think our love for Ghost, for whatever reason we love them, screams so loud and everyone deserves recognition (also a reason I started Fanart Friday as a regular thing).

You guys know I do my best to keep up with your tagging and what you’re saying and everything and I’ve seen the people pointing out the blog isn’t real from the beginning- I didn’t want to address it directly at first because I thought if nothing else people enjoyed the mystery.

But, more lately there’s been more and more people who are agitated, disappointed, and even a little scared to hear that this blog is not official.

I want to offer my very sincere apologies to people who I made feel that way. I should have made it obvious sooner- I know so well that there are a lot of very young Ghost fans especially who wouldn’t necessarily surmise that this isn’t real. I’m really sorry to those of you I disappointed.

I will never ask you for money here, or any personal information, or send asks anonymous or otherwise from here or my main personal blog as “Tumblr Ghoul”. I have had one person ask to message me so I messaged them to allow them to do that. If somebody contacts you claiming to be the person running this blog, they are lying. Please block them. My interactions here I aim to keep as public as possible, hence being increasingly liberal with replies and reblogs as the number of people interacting grew.

My only goal with this blog is to advertise for a band that I love and to entertain/ help the fandom when and where I can. I love and appreciate all the fanart and interest in the character of Tumblr Ghoul but I don’t want anybody to feel obligated to me and I especially don’t want to hurt anybody. I started this blog for fun and that how I want it to remain- fun for everyone.

People pointed out when I didn’t post for some time a few months back and it was because I had lost interest in the blog and was going through a rough time- and then one particularly bad day I got on to check it by chance and just seeing your guy’s tags and comments made me feel so much better. I tell people that I found Ghost when I really needed a friend and they fulfilled that for me, but the past few months you guys have done just the same for me. I am so sorry to have betrayed that and made you feel unsafe and lied to in return.

As of posting I do intend to still run the blog as I have been (with a disclaimer added to the bio regarding the legitimacy of this account)- posting about tours, chapters, merch, etc, as well as Fanart Friday. I 100% understand if anybody doesn’t want to be involved in that, so anybody who has tagged me in something and don’t want it on the blog now, I can open messages and you can let me know. I will probably close them again after a week or so if I get a large flood of unrelated messages.

Please do not message me asking me who I am, who knows about the blog, etc. Gaining popularity was never something I wanted from this so I will stay anonymous, for the time being at the very least. A very small number of people know who is behind the blog and to my knowledge only one of them is even on Tumblr and in the fandom.

Thank you for all the support you’ve shown me, Ghost, and eachother. It can be easy to see the bad parts of a community and roll your eyes electing to keep your distance, but since starting this blog I’ve been reminded what good community is even when it’s frustrating sometimes.

Thank you for reading, I won’t hold it against anybody who wants to separate themselves from this blog at this point, and please don’t let my oversight and general dummyness sour your experience with Ghost or its other fans. Enjoy the rest of this tour and whether it’s with or without me, please keep rawking 🤘 Be good to eachother.

Thank you.

[bluebirdlester]

my dan and phil 2025 predictions list

end of tit era predictions:

march thing will be mid to late march. let them sleep and also cook whatever theyre gonna cook

liveshows in feb or march maybe? solo or joint, irregular things

tit recording and hopefully liveshow/watchparty/something similar that brings everyone together at once to break the spoiler embargo. summer, perhaps

tit behind the scenes content. please please pleas epleas eplease this isnt just a prediction its manifesting

misc solo predictions:

jumping on the phil solo project truther train. a fictional story of some kind in video form, to be announced or started, but probably not come out yet, in 2025

one (1) dan video. late in the year. if i must predict, video essay style but experimental in some fun way

will someone bite and attack me if i say i really wanna hear more about dans gender thoughts if he has any to share with us

unrelated to above, new dan haircut. i just think the fringe in its current form will be dead for real by end of year. and it won't be the dullet

misc together predictions:

i dont believe in hard launches but they will keep getting a little more comfy, i hope

new phouse room reveal

react video including some kind of explicitly shippy thing with utterly fascinating commentary. hopefully not fic (ao3 is a space unlike where other fanworks are posted: dnp have no publicly known presence there. i worry that some authors would delete/self censor if that changed) but like, art of them kissing or an edit or smth

twitter react series gets expanded to other platforms. they will make accounts on bluesky btw. this is more of a general prediction bc i think twitter will continue seeing more & bigger waves of ppl leaving during the next us pres admin lol

some kind of innuendo that implies more than anyone needs to know about their sex life (this is the bingo free space. its already happening)

they ramp up jokes about being married/a phwedding

DAPC is over, no more dapc april fools. more along the lines of onlyphans because they love to torment us the humble phroombas

my wildest shot: DAPG rebrand & rename. they are broadening their horizons beyond gaming and maybe in dnp 2.0 the branding will reflect this

[joesanrio]

Hiiii can I request a Jey uso X female reader where jey sees a post on social media saying reader is messing with Jimmy and it’s not true. But Jey still gets hot headed and stuff thank you ☺️

This!! I love this. I feel like I took this and ran with it- so please forgive me 🩷 a bit angsty :))

All over Twitter | J.U

Summary: Jey never liked how quickly he was bothered of something on social media, but he can’t help himself… especially when it comes to you.

Pairings: Joshua Fatu {Jey Uso} x fem!reader

Warnings: social media drama, delusions, arguing, cursing, stubborn!Jey, crying, bad angst (first time), rumors, mentions of cheating, not edited

Word Count: 1230

Ratings: Angst | 16+

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Jey scrolling through his social media was starting to become a daily thing, especially since the Bloodline storyline was starting to pick up. As much as he hated how people depicted him and his talents based on the 30-45 minutes they saw him a week, he never reacted. He kept any bad energy they sent towards him to himself, and pretended like he didn’t even see it. That was until he came across a tweet that had to do with you and his twin.

The tweet had about 92k views already, and 40k retweets. It was a video of you and Jonathan meeting up late at night, hugging before entering a random building. There was no context about what was happening except the obvious comments of;

Nah imagine thinking your girl safe from your own twin 💀💀

I CANT- poor Jey 🥲💔

No cause what abt my girl Trin?!?!

That Y/n? Do she not know how Trin can get down…😬

He couldn’t help himself but to keep scrolling through the comments, looking for some type of reassurance that it isn’t what he’s thinking. Jey always thought he knew where you were and what you were doing, maybe he was too blind by a false sense of trust. “Y/n!” He calls for you from the living room.

Your delicate footsteps making their way downstairs to the man sitting on the couch, you couldn’t help but smile at the gorgeous man in front of you. “Hi Baby.” Your lips plump and glossy as always, wearing Jey’s shirt with your little shorts. He looks away as he can feel himself getting flustered by your appearance, remembering the things he just saw not even a minute ago.

“You want to tell me anything.” His voice deep and stern before he lays back against the couch, your hips swaying a bit as you go to sit beside him.

Your freshly groomed eyebrows now in a confused furrow, “I like your haircut… I mean they could’ve faded the sides better but—” Jey’s head immediately snapping towards you.

Going silent as he rubs the side of his hair down before adjusting himself in the chair. “It’s cute!” I reassure as a small smile forms Jey’s lips before the smile drops quickly. “Appreciate it but that’s not what I’m looking for.” His eyes boring into yours, uncomfortably. Your hands starting to fidget together under his intense gaze, shaking your head ‘no’.

A loud sigh coming from his mouth as he picks up his phone, Twitter immediately popping up on the screen. “Look.” He hands you the phone before crossing his arms aggressively, your eyes falling onto the dim screen. Playing the small clip of you and Jon, not understanding the big deal until you scroll down to the comments.

A small scoff leaving your mouth as you go speechless by all the assumptions, “Those people are so miserable.” You hand the phone back before looking at Jey’s serious face.

“So, it’s the people now? Not the fact that you and my damn brother sneaking around at night?” He sits up almost giving himself whiplash. Feeling your heart drop at his demeanor, you couldn’t believe that the man you left everything and everyone for is accusing you of. “Joshua. You’re kidding…” Trying to understand what he’s getting at, this had to be some type of prank.

April Fools was a couple months ago though, and we did forget about it. “This is a joke. Ha-ha so funny babe.” A sarcastic laugh leaving you forcefully as you notice Jey’s gaze not changing.

Noticing the deep breaths, he’s taking is starting to concern you, “I’m not joking, are you screwing around with my brother? My twin at that.” He speaks calmly. Your eyes going wide at the audacity, “Joshua. Don’t be fucking delusional- if I was going to cheat do you really think that I would go to your twin brother?” Your voice high-pitched unintentionally.

His head shakes before wiping his hands on the edge of his knees. Jey loves you too much to believe this, he knows you wouldn’t, you couldn’t do that to him. Something subconsciously is saying otherwise, the fact that he no longer knows where you were and what you were doing is making him upset.

“Do you know how fucking embarrassing this is for me. To find out that you going behind my aback through social media.” He says out loud, hands rubbing down his face in a stressed manner. “I didn’t go behind your damn back! They’re clearly just making stuff up.” Your voice in a defensive tone,

Jey’s gaze on you turning into disappointment making your heart drop. His heavy footsteps leaving you in the living room as he goes upstairs assumingly to your bedroom.

The tension surrounding you, sitting in the now quiet room alone. Heart racing and head spinning, you felt like you were going to cry at any moment. The fact that he wasn’t listening to you just hurt worse, never did you think that complete strangers would have that much of an impact on you and Jey’s relationship.

The loud slam of a door snapping you out of your trance, “Joshua! What are you doing?” jumping from the couch and heading up the stairs quickly. His figure passing by with a suitcase, not bearing a glance towards you. “I’m going to stay the night with… well damn I don’t even know because I can’t go to my own brother!” Jey shouts before throwing the suitcase onto the bed.

He always tended to be overdramatic especially in disagreements, but never to the point where he was leaving. “You’re fucking crazy! Nobody did anything, it was clearly taken out of proportion. Stop acting like that!” You could feel the tingly feeling of anger starting to spread through your body. “Y/n, then what the hell were y’all doing? Because I didn’t even know about you going to see him? He didn’t tell me either!” He shrugs his shoulders as he waits for your response.

“I- nothing! We weren’t doing anything.” You stutter knowing that he can’t know the real reason you were meeting with Jon. Not liking the answer, he heard, he goes straight to the closet and starts ripping shirts off the hanger, “I’m so tired of being second place. So tired of looking like a fool! You say you weren’t cheating but you can’t even tell me what you were doing?” His hands flying as he shouts angrily. Going completely speechless as you watched him continue throwing things into the suitcase, chest heavy, before breaking completely.

Tears streaming down your face uncontrollably, this is ridiculous. Multiple solutions rambling through your head as you stood behind the fuming man. “I can’t tell you. But I promise I wouldn’t cheat on you.” The words practically forming together as you can barely speak while trying to control your breathing. Jey turns around to see you looking like a complete wreck, his eyes softening.

“Then imma go until you can tell me. Simple as that.” He says as he zips up his suitcase, your eyes looking in a panicked manner as he grabs his wallet. “Joshua! Don’t you think this is a bit dramatic?” You sniffle as he rolls his eyes at you.

“Hell yeah. But rather be dramatic than sitting and looking like a fucking clown.” He exits the room without even looking back.

[ilovechuuy4]

I just need a quiet place where I can scream how I love you ✭٭*

Nikolai Gogol x Gn!Reader

Warnings; rushed, not proof read

Description; surprising your boyfriend for his birthday?

A/N: JDBCUS THIS WAS SO RUSHED AND LATE I'M SORRY IF IT'S NOT GOOD AND THERE IS MISPELLS. IT'S A QUICK AND RUSHED DRABBLE FOR KOLYA'S BDAY SORRY BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOLYA🎂🎉🍰🍭🍬

You woke up early today, and it was intentional. You wanted to surprise your boyfriend, not with some stupid April Fools joke but for his birthday. It was dumb of yourself to wake up at 6am to go gift shopping and get a cake but Nikolai has such a distinct schedule of sleep it's not funny.

You were roaming the store grabbing different things, you weren't sure what exactly to get him, he was a damn clown for fucks sake. You were looking through every aisle until you thought, the pom-pomson Nikolai's outfit and on the end of his braid was getting old.

You rush your way through the stores and make it to the pom-poms, you didn't think Nikolai cared what color so you ended up getting a variety pack. You sigh softly, the basket was filled with little goodies, pom-poms and the cake that read, "happy birthday, Kolya."

The cake was confetti with a silly clown iced on by the words. The sidings were covered in rainbow sprinkles with dollopes of icing circling the top and bottom. It was simple but thoughtful.

You hurry home it was around 7am now, Nikolai would wake up soon and "demand" the usual love and affection you always gave him. You set the cake in the fridge and grab a gift bag to put all the other goodies along with a handwritten card.

By the time you were done Nikolai had gotten up, making his way through the quiet house and now right behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your creek of your neck. "My dove, you weren't in bed, what're you doing up," he said, he seemed a bit more possessive than usual, maybe he just didn't sleep much.

"Where were you? You're always in bed at this time.?" He asked, his eyes were shut as he takes in the sent of your shampoo that lingered in your hair from last night's shower. "Oh, I went out to get some things." You said, his white haired man pulls away before he eyes the cake on the counter top, a smile spreading on his lips.

"Mhm? You went to go get a cake? For what?" He said cheekily, you knew he knew why you went to go get the cake just from his silly attitude he had and the way he was all giddy. "You know what, Kolya." You said with a soft chuckle, leaning into Nikolai's embrace.

"Yea I guess I do, sweetheart. I appreciate it, I really do." He said, kissing your neck softly. You reach over the counter and grab the gift bag, turning around so now you were face to face with your boyfriend before handing him the bag with a smile. He took the bag and rummaged in it, a bright smile on his face as he sees all the different sweets and the bright colored pom-poms.

"Awe, sweet cheeks, you shouldn't have." He said with a soft sigh, gently picking you up and placing you on the counter, his hands resting on your thighs rubbing up and down them slowly his finger tips grazing your inner thighs. "The pom-poms are very cute, I'll wear them everyday." He said with that usual bright smile he always gives you.

"Now how about we dig into that cake, and make I'll dig into you later." He said with a devious grin before he leans in, kissing you slowly. You kiss back, a soft hum coming from your throat as you close your eyes. "Happy birthday Kolya." You say against his lips, making him squeeze your thighs softly.

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April Fools

Note: Tiny TOS ficlet for @goblinsharknecromancy 's prompt! Thanks!

“But Vulcans do not lie.” Spock raised an imperious eyebrow.

“It’s not a lie,” Kirk insisted. “It’s a prank. It’s completely different.”

“I do not see the purpose in telling Dr. McCoy something which is abjectly untrue for the purposes of own amusement…even if it is Dr. McCoy.”

Some clever soul on the Enterprise (Kirk had heard it was Kevin Riley) had figured out that it was April 1 and connived to bring back the old Terran tradition of April Fools.

As far as Kirk knew, no one had come for Bones yet. 

He stood with Spock just outside the sickbay, leaning in close to discuss their little conspiracy and trying to ignore the attractive length of Spock’s eyelashes and the curve of his lips. 

It was getting more difficult to ignore that attraction lately, as well as everything he felt for Spock.

“Spock, he’s been driving me absolutely crazy lately with the teasing,” Kirk said, rolling his eyes.

“Always making little jokes that you and I are…you know. Together. I mean…” Kirk blushed. “Imagine! You and I… Ha!”

“Does the thought offend you, Captain?” Spock said, cocking his head.

“Of course not!” Kirk blurted. “Why, anybody who ended up with you should fall on their knees with gratitude! You deserve everything! I should be so lucky! But that’s not the point!”

Spock stood up a little straighter, his gaze flicking away. But Kirk didn’t miss the hint of a smile on his face. “And what is the point, sir?”

“To make Bones’ head explode. Metaphorically,” Kirk said with a shrug. “For a second anyway.”

“Very well. Let us proceed with the…prank.”

“Alright!” Kirk clapped him on the shoulder.

In the sickbay they found McCoy focussed on a tray of blood samples and he looked up as they entered, sitting back on his stool and crossing his arms. “Well, if it isn’t Troilus and Cressida.”

“Bones,” Kirk said, puffing up his chest. “We have something very important to tell you.”

“A matter of utmost importance,” Spock added.

Bones’s eyebrows shot up and he looked back and forth between them. “Yeah? Let’s hear it.”

Spock swallowed and said, “The captain and I are to be married. The nuptials will take place on Vulcan in two weeks’ time.”

Spock’s gaze flicked over to the captain who was obviously trying very hard to remain straight-faced.

Bones on the other hand…

Bones’ mouth dropped open yet instead of his eyes bugging out comically as Kirk had expected, they watered and he lunged forward, throwing his arms around both their necks.

“Why, that’s wonderful!” Spock squeezed them together and Kirk looked over Bone’s shoulder at Spock, who glared back, accusatory. “After all this time! This is the best thing I’ve ever heard!” He broke away, clasping his hands. “Am I in the wedding party? Now, if I’m not in the wedding party, Captain, I may commit a mutiny so-”

“Bones..” Kirk suddenly felt terrible. “Uh…”

“What what?” Bones rubbed his hands together. “Wait, this calls for a drink! Spock you’re having one too. I don’t care what you say!”

“Bones, it’s uh… Well, we were just…” Kirk licked his lips. “That is…”

“April Fools,” Spock said sternly.

“April…” Bones’ expression darkened rapidly. “Are you saying it’s not true?!”

“Not as such,” Spock said.

“Well, for Pete's sake! You get a guy all excited!” Bones wagged his finger in Kirk’s face. “Thought you two had finally gotten your heads out of your rear ends, but I guess that was too much to hope for! Get out of my office! Out! And don’t come back till you’ve sorted yourselves out! Out! OUT!”

Spock and Kirk found themselves shoved back out into the corridor and Kirk sighed, straightening his tunic, chagrined under Spock’s penetrating gaze.

“That didn’t go quite how I expected,” Kirk muttered. “Spock, do you ever think…?”

“Yes, Captain?” Spock took a step toward him.

“Maybe we should just… Rather…” Kirk screwed up his courage, cursing whatever fates had given him such bravery in anything unrelated to his feelings for Spock. “Spock, the truth is I do feel… Well, how would you like to go on a date? With me? Romance-wise?”

“I would be quite amenable to that, Jim,” Spock said. “Though, I am not inclined to take you at your word on today of all days.”

“Right.” Kirk clutched Spock’s shoulder and leaned in, kissing him softly. “Is that a little more convincing?”

“It is…” Spock’s voice cracked. “A helpful data point. Perhaps, more evidence would-”

Kirk chuckled and kissed him again, wrapping his arms around him, suddenly feeling as if a planet long out of orbit had suddenly found its way.

“Well, thank God for that,” Bones grumbled from the doorway. “I was serious, by the way. I better be in that wedding party!”

[cyber-corp]

A summary/review of parts 1-100 of Homestuck

~by a gecko who knows what a Megalovania is

Let's start things quick and simple. It is the distant year of 2009, where the date is the 13th of April. It is the protagonist John Egbert (aka Zoosmell Pooplord)'s birthday. How fun!

John's actions are very much based around RPG mechanics (the Sylladex, Captchaloging, etc.), which as indicated by the chatlogs seems to be the norm in this world.

Once he opens the magic chest in his room, he gets access to a variety of artifacts, some of which he'll use later. He only takes the smoke pellets at first because he's stupid.

We get some glimpses of the author Andrew Hussie's dated yet charming late-2000's humour through asking John to shit on his desk.

After nailing a Little Monsters poster to his wall (a gift from his Dad), he gets a message from one of his friends on Pesterchum, TG, who says that he got the beta for SBURB for John's birthday.

However, his dad has just come home and John doesn't want to go through the trouble of holding a conversation with him. In the meantime, he figures out how to use his Strife Specibus by allocating the Hammerkind Abstratus, and reads the GameBro magazine, which John seems to have a loathing for.

However, with the freed up room in his Sylladex, he creates a convincing disguise to fool his dad and grab the SBURB beta (it won't).

He goes downstairs into the living room, examines his father's shitty harlequins, knocks over and picks up his Nanna's ashes and opens a large gift for himself, which is also a large harlequin.

Before deciding to sticking fake arms on the harlequin, John gets a message from another Pesterchum mutual, TT.

TT oddly knows everything that John has done up to this point, including being in possession of the SBURB beta and wearing a funny disguise. They tell him to go get the game from his father from downstairs.

After snooping around his father's study and playing a little tune (which is a great way that Homestuck utilizes its medium), John heads outside to the mailbox, to find that dad has already scooped the mail.

But there's a sense that something isn't quite right. With "Windchime Foley" by Clark Powell playing over empty streets and a main title appearing, it implies this scene is the true beginning of the story. The text mentions a "Desolation" that's playing the tune diegetically throughout the streets/town. Maybe it will be a long day.

John heads back inside to finally confront his father and sneakily get the beta, but oops! The disguise didn't work (who would've thunk it?), and there's only to get pass him, which is with a Strife!

(This fight scene's really cool, I quite enjoy this)

After the Colonel's book activates the smoke pellets, John quickly snatches his father's PDA as a joke, and finally gets his hands on the SBURB beta, which is where I ended off.

So is it good? I mean, yeah.

Even if I only read what is a tiny, tiny fraction of Homestuck's story, I can still see how so many people became obsessed over it. The cutesy, almost surreal art style (complete with low quality JPEGS in the vein of Newgrounds), Hussie combining the mystical with the silly in his writing, and the brief bits of music in it illustrate a very "calm before the storm" feeling. I can definitely see how people like Toby Fox were inspired by it.

Despite what some think, the first little bits of Homestuck are an enjoyable experience which foreshadows something bigger yet to come. Solid 8.

[the-kr8tor]

EEEEE YOU POSTED! I CAN'T WAIT TO READ AFTER I WRITE THIS<3 I BET IT'S GONNA BE SO GOOD!! The wheel knows. It gave us photographic memory Hobie....hehehe >:) Daily Hobie HC! Hobie always was so grateful for his photographic memory ever since you came into his life. He loved how he memorized your laugh, the way you'd sometimes laugh too hard you almost fell into him. He loved how he memorized the way your eyes lit up when you saw him, and your smile widen just a tiny bit more. He loved it. Until you were taken away from him by the cruel, cold claws of death. Every time the silence is too loud, his ears begin to ring with you screaming his name. The last thing to ever leave your mouth, begging him to stay safe while you gave up your life for him. You haven't even done anything wrong. Why? Why was life so unfair that it'd take you away from him? This was his fault. It was all his fault. He should've at least tried instead of meeting your eyes far too late. One moment, your eyes had life. Love, for him. Hope. For both of you. Hope, he would be safe. The next? Dull, grey, with your life, love, happiness, all seeping out into the ground, withering away. Any time anyone's lips utter your name, he feels himself fall back into that day, graphic, as if it was happening just now. He can see the blood spilling out of you, like a red river, carrying every inch of life you ever had. Staining his gloves, his clothes. The ground. He remembers cradling your body against his, whispering apologies and your name into your ear, hoping that maybe this is all a joke. That maybe you might wake up and yell April Fools at him, laugh like you always did. Like how he always made you laugh with all your lung capacity. September 21st. The scene replays over and over. He remembers every detail. The way your hair was messy. It always smelled like his shampoo, and then was overpowered with the metallic stench of blood. Tears brimmed at your eyes. Tears that he was so regretful to have even cause to have formed. He wanted to see you smile at him. Affectionately scold him for getting so recklessly hurt. He never wanted to see you bein taken away from him. Hobie hated his photographic memory, yet told himself he deserved it. He deserved every ounce of pain he had to endure from the vivid memory of your death. He deserved it all. He deserved to have it replayed. Over. And over. And over. And over. And over. Burned into his mind. Forever. -🐦‍⬛

Happy reading!! 😊

The wheel has betrayed me once again 😞

Daily Hobie HC!!!

Oh god 😭 photographic memory is great but it definitely has some major downsides like immortality ☹️

Him remembering every single detail of you was once sweet and adorable but now it only brings him dread 😭😭😭

🐦‍⬛ anon you've done it again 😭 made me cry fr 😭😭😭

[dmitriyuriev]

Hi! I saw the post with your DLC thoughts (reblog from your main), and... girl, you're just reading my mind. Once again I'm just glad to be not alone in this. All so true... I've been greatly inspired by this game and the original lore, too. And became really dissappointed with the DLC. Yes, there are nice lore bits (on Marika and some others), new characters... Messmer, after all... But the main story looks like just a late April fool's joke.

I'm especially sad over what they did to Mohg. Agreed with you, and someone had to say this! Yeah, him being a victim makes no sense. Maybe, also fanservice and a joke for all those making dirty jokes about him... But it's so unreasonable. I too think it was the Formless Mother all along.

And Ansbach. Still need more thoughts on Ansbach, some people tend to like how reasonable and sane he looks... But what we get is his POV, his opinions, and he's still a devout follower.

That 'beat the allegations' make my eye twitch, too. I like Mohg pretty much, but let he stay a villain in all his viullanous glory, not the victim.

Thanks for the support and food for thought (over my own theories&headcanons).

Must also say, I loved that angsty Mohg&Miq fiq you've illustrated once (with deformed Miq hatched from his cocoon and Mohgwyn dynasty succeeding), your art made me start reading it (still need to finish it lol). So if you make more art after all, that will be great.

Yeah, I’ve talked to a number of people now dissatisfied with the DLC main story, it’s just so disconnected from what they set up in the base game. It’s a shame too after they made such a beautiful world and even gave us more on Trina, who has a lovely design… but the stuff I was most excited for was Mohg and Miquella, and they got hit the worst.

I swear people are just latching on to whatever excuse they can to avoid the implications of how Mohg violated Miq’s body, even though the charm isn’t complete mind control… he still had the blood cult and found the Mother, and Miq was trying to ward off Outer Gods, not get tangled up in them like what Mohg was trying to do

I don’t know why people act like Ansbach is some chill and good person, he’s still part of the BLOOD CULT. And we’ve seen through the sanguine nobles and even Mohg himself that the dynasty values elegance and refinement (look how they dress, and their swordplay, and how Mohg greets you, Ansbach’s incantation even points out how unusual it is for being so aggressive) so I don’t think it’s that surprising that he would be polite. Either way, he’s loyal to his lord so of course he’d focus on wrongs against him instead of anything Mohg was doing to Miq.

Yeah, Mohg is great because of his past leading to a warped sense of love, that results in him doing such horrific things, taking that away from him makes him so much more boring, why would people even want not to have the implied sexual abuse (or parallel to it)? That too was a fascinating part of his character.

Oh, Divine Spectacle? It’s a favorite of mine, I love looking at a possibility where Mohg’s goals succeed and it’s so well written, I’m glad my art could get someone to read it, that’s one of the many reasons I like to illustrate fics! I think I will still keep drawing them, even if it’s just out of spite for people trying to deny his abuse of Miq, and also there are many good fics I’d like to draw for too

[yukidragon]

My friend EC, the project head for the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack, has released a video answering the frequently asked questions about the project after we released the trailer a few days ago. A transcript of this video will be underneath the cut for those who need it, followed by some additional commentary from me.

✨🎶✨🎶 A brief explanation of the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack project. Our sincere gratitude reaches out to everyone who supports us! It is my sincere hope that this video will put your mind at ease if you are upset about the project. 🎶✨🎶✨

Transcript

The Phantom of Sunny Day Jack Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack Fangame Belated April Fool Project

Kristella Sauce Leaf Yuki EC Potato Lonsi Prima

Q: Was this all just an April Fool’s Day prank/joke?

A: Yes, the director came up with the idea and thought it’d be fun to do a mock trailer “as a joke”, but the effort that went into making the trailer was no joke. A lot of people put their time and effort into this to create something sizable and satisfying, even if “fake”.

Q: Is this going to be a real game someday in the future?

A: Perhaps, but it’s unthinkable to create something before the actual Sunny Day Jack game itself is even finished. When it is finally released, maybe then we can talk about making this into a visual novel project.

(No promises though!)

Q: If this was for April Fools, why is it being released now, a whole month later?

A: The short answer is, despite starting a few months in advance, the scope of the project extended past our initial expectations and we were unable to, even with multiple people putting in work, produce the finished product by the April 1st deadline.

Despite this, we had already planned the “reveal” part of the trailer and had assets, in addition to wanting to keep the original spirit of what started the project, so we shot to release it as soon as we could.

Q: If that’s the case, why hype it up so much and make us feel like this would be a real game?

A: With the official game still far off from release, the complete lack of budget or funding [all of this way paid for out of pocket on top of the large amount of work put in by everyone involved], we didn’t assume people would think it was seriously possible for us to produce a full visual novel game.

The impossibility of that task was very clear to us, but we neglected to consider how clear that was to the audience. A lot of work was put into the concept, the character and costume design, the CGs, the voice acting… all of that is very real, and we considered that to be a rewarding experience, even if for a “fake” game.

Q: I'm upset that this is a prank when we were made to think it would be real. Do you have anything to say to those with grievances?

A: All we can say is that we apologize for anyone genuinely hurt by the prank. It was not anyone on the team's intention to be hurtful, and everything was said and done in good fun.

All we can be is sorry, if any of the wording or the prank itself made anyone feel foolish or hurt. We wanted to make something fun and keep the original idea for the video to be an April Fool's Day project, even if it was going to be late. We hope you're still able to enjoy the fruits of our labor.

Q: Will we still be able to learn more about this AU, see the content produced for it, etc.?

A: Even if the game is [currently] not in development, the progress and planning for this mock trailer were very real. We plan to release a concept art book for The Phantom of SDJ! So, you can look forward to seeing how this project began, the timeline of how we developed the concept and design, and the struggles we faced during production.

Q: What will the concept book of Phantom of the Sunny Day Jack contain?

A: It’s going to have looks at story planning, unused lines from our lovely scriptwriter Yuki, masquerade costume design planning from our awesome designer Lonsii, fake mini-game scenes planned out by the team, CG sketches and concepts from myself, unused costume and CG ideas, the production timeline, the struggles we faced during this whole process, and some silly doodles our team made during this project and many more.

We put a lot of love, time, and effort into making this project and would be elated to share the inner workings of it with you all, especially for those who might benefit from seeing the methods we employed, for their own projects!

Merch is also being planned, though it’ll be some time before any is available.

This artbook, sadly, can’t be shared for free due to the amount of work put into it.

The concept book will have both a digital and physical copy, with the physical copy being more expensive to help cover printing and shipping expenses. Physical copies may also come with physical goodies as well!

Though it’s all still in the planning stages, please look forward to this art and concept book!

That's all folks, Thank you for your support and understanding! See ya next time!

...

Additional Comments From the Project Script Writer

Now that everything is out in the open, I can finally talk about the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack without restriction.

The first thing I want to say is that I'm truly sorry to everyone who felt genuinely upset by the reveal that the project was a mock trailer instead of a fan game. After reading all of the comments that I received in the immediate aftermath, I realize now how some of the wording might have come across as mean spirited, rather than playfully teasing.

While I might not be in charge of the project, I was brought on to write the script, which makes it my responsibility. I apologize if any part of the skit came across as mocking or cruel. It wasn't our intention to set that sort of tone. While this video was an April Fool's prank, we never intended to make anyone feel upset or hurt. The intention of the skit at the end was to laugh with everyone, not at them. That's why Barry roasts the team and the video as a whole at the end.

Everyone on the team loves this fandom and everyone in it. The last thing we wanted was to make anyone feel bad. We wanted to make a fun experience that everyone could enjoy. That's why we worked so hard to make this video the best that it could be.

I realize too that a part of the problem was all the hype going into the release, and I played a large part in that. I gushed about it on discord to my friends on various servers, and in a number of posts on my socials. I was so excited to be a part of this project, coming up with ideas, having my lines read by the voice actors, and hearing them read along with the beautiful visuals. It was so much fun working with the team and watching the work come together in such a fantastic video. I was excited and wanted to share that excitement as much as the NDA would permit me.

While I was always careful to call this a project and nothing else, I never corrected those who assumed that this was a real game being developed. I might not have lied directly, but it was still a lie of omission. I allowed people to draw their own conclusions and misled them in the process, and unfortunately that wound up unintentionally tainting the experience for a number of people.

I am sincerely sorry to anyone who was hurt and/or upset by this belated April Fool's prank. I am sorry if I let you down. I will try to do better in the future.

The Phantom of Sunny Day Jack might not be a game (at least not in the foreseeable future) but it is an AU. There is lore to it. The teaser post I made about my headcanons was just a small sample of the lore that I developed over the course of the project. I did research about the various iterations of the Phantom of the Opera, as well as aspects of 19th century Paris, and considered how to blend those elements into the lore and spirit of Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack.

Eventually, I plan on making posts about the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack headcanons that I built when making this project in greater detail. I also started writing a short story for the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack. While I won't write a series like Sunshine in Hell, I've already started indulging with my OTP in this alternate universe too, so expect flashfics in the future.

I'll try to have the transcript for the faux trailer soon for those who need it. Please do forgive me for not having it ready when the video dropped.

Unfortunately, it might take me a while to gather the energy to make these posts. I humbly ask that you please be patient with me.

If a real game does come about for the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack, the story will probably be different than my personal headcanons and lore, since a collaborative project means that others will contribute to the lore as well, changing things and expanding the world in ways that I never thought of. I might have been the lead writer, but I wasn't the only one contributing to the story after all.

While the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack is (currently) not a real fangame for Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack, it is a labor of love that we spent months working on. This trailer is a love letter dedicated to everyone in this wonderful and wholesome community that we've built around this sweet primary colored yandere clown. We love you all!

Thank you for reading, and for your support. Keep shining bright, sunshine.