#and if you aere pranked or fooled

[yenich]

the boy's got real trust issues 'cause of these too

i mean who wouldn't...

was there actuslly smth on his back? did twins put smth?? who knows!!!

[fembutchboygirl]

Happy April Fool's Day from the random-oc-question-fairy! May your day be filled with laughter and merriment! ~☆

What would be an effective prank on your character? How would they react?

Maia and Lucas fall for most pranks. Maia usually goes "Haha, you got me!" and then ruffles the prankster's hair, or something of the sort. Lucas takes it as a challenge to prank them back.

It's very hard to make Holly fall for a prank. She's very wary on April Fools, and always questions what the others say or do. But if she does fall for it she'll act very annoyed and say stuff like "ha, ha, just hilarious" "what are you, a child? Grow up" "wooow, you got me. Congratulations. Goodbye" and "this year's pranks are just getting progressively dumber". Wether she was actually amused or not is a mystery.

Spark likes to think ae's reeeaally smart and that ae dodges pranks like Neo dodges bullets. But really, it's not that hard to make aer fall for one. The secret is to make it seem like you failed at pulling a prank on aer so ae'll lower aer guard. As I said in a previous post, ae finds pranks hilarious and will definitely laugh with you at aerself. Maybe even congratulate you.

Caden will be very paranoid during April 1st. He will avoid most obvious pranks, but an easy way to get him is making it seem like you're on his side. He'll probably feel very betrayed, though, and will probably say stuff like "I saw it coming" til May.

[monkeystrokes9]

I'm not a bad guy, really. I just get carried away. Trickster by trade with an unfortunate knack for choosing the wrong ones and taking them too far. A hot foot that sets a house afire, a pop out of a cake that gives some geezer a stroke.

Anyway, no reason to lock a guy up. But here I am with every other backfiring joker—pucks, reynards, zomos, Sly Peters and other assorted pusses-in-boots—in the high-walled and moated Mischief Correctional for Sly Crimes and Mythdemeanors, all because some judge is too humdrum to appreciate a nice fat kipper in the Magistrate’s sock drawer.

Medium security for most of us, excepting the bad’un witchipoos and sorcerers under Maximum in Spell Block #9, with potion detectors, etcetera. But here, life ain’t so bad once you get used to the Penrose staircases.

Naturally, the guards have absolutely no sense of humor. Everyone finds a way to cope. I bite my tongue a lot. The gremlins throw things. The leprechauns stay drunkenly morose on rotten-fruit toilet wine.

They call me “Shorty the Imp,” with a fireplug stature, and burnt-orange shag carpet sideburns down to my dimples. After a lifetime of pulling old age home fire alarms and squirting lapel flowers of Holy Water at the Archbishop, I’ve seen my share of shenanigans, but nothing close to what Guy pulled.

He was prodded into my cell one morning by a guard wearing an expression like Medusa’s stylist with a “Get cozy, bozos.”

“Name’s Guy,” the newbie said, proffering a shake, then yanking back his hand to slick his age-inappropriate pompadour. His lanky frame towered over me, eighteen hands high.

“Shorty,” I says, giving him a quick wedgie to show who’s in charge.

Guy was nicked after sending a wax impression of his arse to the Queen on the solstice. We hit it off like bacon and beans. A fair-to-middling cribbage player, quick with a knock-knock or off-color limerick (A cunning lass flying Aer Lingus…), and a good Guy indeed.

An odd duck nonetheless, forever pestering the library monk for old periodicals, back issues of Trebuchet Digest, Ming Dynasty-era Chinese phone books and such. His eating habits peculiar as well, with a partiality for biscuits—nothing but.

Guy would nibble a corner and squirrel away the rest, like winter was nigh. Never saw him eat nothing else, swapping his fatback and turnips for my biscuits.

Lichen climbed the walls as days passed. I worried about my new friend. He’d dieted himself down to a swizzle stick. “You getting ‘nuff to eat there, Guy?”

“Oh yes,” he’d answer with a toothy smile, “I’m getting down to fighting weight right proper.”

And then one night, long after lights out, as snorty snoozing wafted through the cellblock, I woke from a dream of making whoopee on a cushion by sounds of rustle and slosh.

I struck a match. Below, an avalanche of stale biscuits spilling out of his slit mattress, a rat’s nest of ripped periodicals, and Guy, elbows pumping, making a mush in the cell’s rust-tinged washbasin sink.

In a hop he blew out the flame, putting a gummy hand over my gob, finger to his lips. “Not a peep, sir. It’s been a swell little party, mate, but it’s time I skedaddled.”

My thick, flame-colored eyebrows are second only to my sideburns in splendor, and even in the shadows, Guy plainly saw them raise in query.

“Daddy was a yanker of chains and tablecloths, but Mum was a shapeshifter. Miraculously, it’s not on my record. These turnkeys keep shabby files. Here I am can turn meself into a kite string, sitting around here essentially free as a duck scoring one for the nobs. You’ve been a breath of fresh, Shorty. Good for the ol’ morale, what. So I stuck around. But now I gots to go.”

Digesting this news like a competitive turkey-leg eater, I choked on the concept. Shapeshifter. I’d heard of the species, but assumed it medieval bunk.

“Nothing gaseous of course. Solids.” Guy nodded toward the small floor drain twixt the sink and toilet, “And liquids.”

He gave my shoulder a squeeze and fluffed my pillow. “In the morning you’ll find a papier-mâché sculpture of me sleeping tight. Buy me some time to get downstream. But when the boys get wise, and sneeze powder hits the fan, be sure to tell them my little secret.”

Morning broke with a nightstick clanging the bars, shaking my fillings. I bolted upright, the pom-pom of my nightcap bouncing off the ceiling.

A handful of frantic guards conferred beside Guy’s bunk, alternating stink eyes from my sleep-wrinkled face to the body double of Guy. I peeled a crusty eye at the handiwork. A mite thicker than the real Guy, but the features were spot on down to the nostrils.

A guard cuffed my ear. “Awright, what’s this all about?”

I pointed to the thin line of water streaming from a rumpled pile of prisoner’s stripes to the drain. “Bars can’t hold a shapeshifter, Guv. You boys bungled it.”

I didn’t get a new roommate, but a week later, a note in my porridge.

Shorty!

Took me long enough to cook up the shapeshifter ruse but what a stroke of G. To think I could cover myself in flour-coated newsprint, play possum, and fool them into carrying me out with the rubbish. Stiffened in my shell there was risk of the incinerator of course, but the rats chewed me free toot sweet and I sprang into the world bare-ass and blinking like the day I was born.

Can you believe in this age anyone could actually swallow that shapeshifter hoo hah? (No offense.) Still, I’m flabbergasted the goons fell for it. Has somebody been reading too much Sir Terry or what?

P.S. I’m coming for you tomorrow night. No sense in a jolly chap as yourself left to rot when there are so many misguided pranks to pull. No fretting, I’ve got a plan. Stuff yourself in a pillowcase and keep an eye out for the laundry man wearing a funny nose and glasses.

We’re outta here.

Peaches and pints,

Guy

[fembutchboygirl]

Spark goes BATSHIT CRAZY on April Fools. Ae plays so many pranks on people. It's impossible to tell if ae's even telling the truth at any point through the whole day. Once, ae asked Lucas to help aee out with this big hilarious prank, and the ACTUAL prank was that there was no prank and Lucas went and got a bunch of crazy shit for aer for absolutely no reason. Funny stuff. Ae also loooves being pranked, if it's a good prank. Ae's the type to laugh with you.

Maia likes April Fools. She thinks it's a fun, lighthearted holiday and looks forward to it like one'd look forward to a road trip. She'll only do the most innocent pranks, like joke calls or making up a story and then yelling SIKE. She doesn't like it when someone pulls a really big prank on her, though. Spark usually goes easy on her.

Caden has... mixed feelings. He loves playing very elaborate pranks on others, planning the whole thing through and through to maximize the chances of the victim falling for it. But he's not a big fan of being the victim. Spark once messed with his lab for a prank and Caden gave aer HELL. Spark never messed with his lab again.

Lucas, like Spark, really enjoys April Fools. He just overall has a lot of fun. He loves the feeling of anger-amusement (angermusement, he calls it) that comes with falling for a prank and the sheer joy of getting someone with one of his own classics. He often teams up with Spark or Maia.

Holly is the one you'd think is all "This holiday is stupid, pranks are dumb, leave me alone". And she knows that. That's her main advantage for the day. Every year, she'll act like she doesn't care and she's tired of the stupid pranks and jokes everyone is doing around her. But, secretly, she always has a bigger prank on her sleeve she's saving for the end of the day. She plans ahead for longer than Caden. She's a master of manipulating the others into falling straight into her trap. Every few years, the prank will be that she's actually not doing any prank. To keep them on their toes. Is Holly doing anything this year? NOBODY KNOWS.

Bonus! Magi is a top tier prankster already, that's her pride and priority. April Fools is her favorite holiday, she looks forward to it harder than to Halloween. She pranks EVERYONE. Jokes, prank calls, illusion magic, rickrolls, classic pranks, she does it all. On the Team, on the villains, on the president, on strangers on the street. Everyone gets pranked on! And with her magic, it's even easier for her. She especially likes pulling pranks on Spark and Holly.

Do your OCs enjoy April Fools’ Day? Do any of them organize their own pranks? Do any of them refuse to engage with the day’s pranks?

[relatablepicsofvoltron]

Hey there everyone!  The mods will be attending Anime Boston 2017, and we’d like to invite you to a Voltron meetup! 

Activities include hide and seek (Shiro’s hide and everyone else seeks), a photoshoot, (possibly some) April Fool’s pranks, and much more! 

The specific location is to be decided, but the meetup itself will most likely be at 12 PM (April 1st, 2017). 

We’ll keep you updated as we determine more! 

-Mod Hunk

((PS: Shiro was drawn by the wonderful @aer-dna!))