#april fool prank idea lol

[hikkokoro]

Prank gone wrong

I find it funny if Sun uses his acting skills to mess with his family.

Both betting on how long this prank will be going

[kessielrg]

REACT COLLECTION

What a wonderful pile of reactions I saw on this post! I simply have to share it with the world:

I am pleased. Thank you @brickwhartley!

just so ppl are aware, i firmly believe april fools is for funny little gimmicks, absurdist memes, and dad jokes, so this blog won’t be reblogging any sudden flashing/jumpscare/g0re videos!!

[aroaceofthesea]

Everyone celebrating april fools meanwhile spain knowing the real date is in december

[fluentmoviequoter]

April Fools In Love

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!cop!reader

Summary: When Angela convinces you to prank Tim by pretending to leave him on April 1, you plan to get through the day quietly and then split your winnings with Tim. Then Wade assigns you and Tim to ride together, and the day is anything except quiet.

Warnings: discussion of bets (Angela and Nolan start it lol), angst, arguments, gunfire (no major character injuries), fluff

Word Count: 3.1k+ words

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You know it won’t end well. But when Angela and Nolan bet you $100 each that you wouldn’t do it, what were you supposed to do? Say no? Besides, if it works (and you’re terrified it will), you and Tim will have over $1,000 to split. You just have to break his heart first.

When Tim gets out of bed before the sun comes up, you’re already awake. It seems like forever as you lay in bed and wait for him to leave. But, while you’re alone in the house and preparing to pull off the biggest April Fool’s Day prank of your life, you miss him. Angela’s genius idea to prank Tim by pretending to leave him was never a good idea but as the betting pool grew in the Mid-Wilshire station, you let the money convince you. Your heart and Tim’s are on the line, and you can only hope he knows you well enough by now to see what you’re doing and play along.

Once all your belongings are hidden in the spare closet and every trace of you is gone from Tim’s house, you leave a note on Tim’s nightstand and leave. You intend on returning, as long as Tim will let you by the end of the day. It was Nolan and Lucy’s idea to send you to Lucy’s apartment at the end of shift, the proverbial “cherry on top” to convince Tim that your relationship is truly over. As you walk to your car, anxiety builds in you, and you consider backing out. It would cost money but save your sanity and your relationship. So, you only have one question: What would Tim do? The answer comes to you immediately: lie to the bet makers and win even if you lose. Now, you just have to figure out how.

Entering roll call is everything you expected it would be. There are countless eyes on you, and your lack of greeting is what Nolan needs to know you’re going through with it.

“Honestly, I didn’t think you’d do it,” he whispers from behind you. “No offense.”

“That is the least offensive thing you’ve ever said to me,” you answer quickly. “But just remember that you have to ride with me tomorrow, and anything that happens to me today is your fault.”

Nolan’s eyes widen before you turn in your seat. Breaking Tim’s heart will hurt, but yours is already fractured just from the idea. When Grey enters and gives assignments for the day, you hope that work will distract you for as long as possible. If Tim doesn’t find out until he gets off, you only have to lie to him and avoid him for a few hours before the day ends.

Wade says your name and the smile on his face concerns you. You take a deep breath before asking, “Yes, sir?”

“Bradford needs someone to ride with him today. Now, you can say no.”

You open your mouth to say no, but he raises a hand to stop you.

“Or,” Wade continues. “We can double the current pool if you say yes.”

“Double?” you repeat incredulously. “That’s-“

“Over three thousand dollars. At the moment.”

You stare at the board behind Wade before nodding. “Okay.”

The room erupts into cheers and yells, but you drop your head into your hands and ask yourself why you’re selling your heart for a few thousand dollars.

“Bradford’s waiting,” Wade says as the room silences again.

“I hate all of you,” you mumble as you exit.

“Yet you seem interested in our money!” Lucy calls behind you. “See you at home later!”

Tim is waiting by the war room, and he smiles when he sees you. You don’t return the smile, not because you’re mad at him, but because you’re worried about everything.

“Are you okay?” he asks as you approach him.

You nod, but Tim doesn’t move. “Can we go?” you ask.

Tim’s smile drops as he nods. You lead the way to the shop, and Tim’s eyes are on you the entire way. Once you’re in the car and all the cameras are on, you hope he’ll stop talking and leave everything alone, but you also know that won’t happen.

“Why are you out on patrol?” you ask.

“Looking for leads on a gun trafficking case. We’ve got a few buyers who either don’t know or won’t tell who’s running the operation,” Tim answers.

You hum and look out the windshield. The computer on the dashboard has a few possible suspects, and you keep an eye open for them. Los Angeles is big, so finding three low-level gun sellers (alleged gun sellers) won’t be particularly easy. The long day alone with Tim would be a reward any other day, but not today.

Lucy’s voice comes through the radio as she says your name. You reach for the channel to change it, but Tim’s brows furrow, and you stop.

“Are you sure about this?” Lucy asks. “I mean, of course, you’re welcome to stay with me, but maybe you should just talk to Tim.”

“About what?” Tim asks you.

“Nothing,” you answer quickly. It comes out short and harsh, and you decide to take your anger out on Lucy. “No personal lives on the radio, Chen,” you demand.

“I agree,” Wade adds. “But no one wants to see either of you hurt. You’re with Bradford all day, just talk to him.”

“I don’t have to because he can hear you,” you snap before switching the channel.

Tim drives a few blocks in silence. He glances over at you every time he has to stop.

“Are you going to ignore me all day?” Tim asks. “Because I can go back to the station and get someone else to come with me.”

“Your choice,” you reply.

“Okay,” Tim says. His hands grip the steering wheel tighter. “Are you staying with Lucy tonight?”

“I’m not talking about this right now, Sergeant Bradford. You are my superior and this doesn't seem appropriate,” you say.

Tim knows something is wrong; you won’t look at him, and your answers aren’t really answers. He pulls into an alley and switches off his body cam and the dash cam.

“Dispatch this is Bradford, switching radio off to approach the suspect. Will advise,” he radios.

“Copy, Bradford.”

Tim gestures toward your body cam, and you ask, “Why?”

He rolls his eyes and reaches across the console to pull the cam away from your chest. His hands are gentle on you, but he tosses the camera haphazardly onto the dash after switching it off.

“No cameras, no radios,” Tim says. “Now what is your problem?”

“Yeah, because I’m the one with a problem,” you reply, crossing your arms over your chest. “We’re supposed to be working, Tim. Drive.”

“Not until you tell me why you’re snapping at everyone. Being grumpy is kind of my thing.”

“Clearly,” you say with a chuckle.

“If you’re mad at me, just say it.”

“This is not the place or the time.”

“So, I’m just supposed to deal with this attitude all day?”

“I deal with yours.”

Tim rolls his eyes and leans back in his seat.

“I’m not staying with Lucy tonight. I’m staying with her until I can find my own place, so you don’t have to deal with my attitude for much longer.”

Tim’s jaw unclenches as he looks at you. You’re looking down at your lap, but you can feel his eyes on you.

“What does that mean?” Tim asks quietly. His anger is gone; it disappeared when you said you weren’t going home with him... to him.

“I can’t keep doing this, Tim.” I can’t keep lying to you, is what you mean.

“Then don’t.” You shake your head, and Tim presses, “Don’t do this. Whatever happened, we can work through it, right?”

“Not right now.”

Tim falls silent and tears his eyes away from you. He can’t decide whether to be upset or angry, but he turns all of the cameras back on and shifts the car into reverse to back out of the alley. You snatch your body cam from the dash and put it back on, but you miss the feeling of Tim’s hands.

“If not now, when?” Tim asks as he stops at a red light.

“I don’t know,” you whisper. “Report.”

Tim glances over at you quickly, and when you move your fingers toward the radio, he realizes you’re talking to him as a cop, not as someone who loves him.

“Dispatch, I’m code 4,” he says quickly.

As you continue driving around Los Angeles, the minutes stretch into hours. Tim has stopped talking to you, and the radio has been quiet. Your fingers bounce against your thigh in rapid succession, and if something doesn’t happen soon, you may burst into tears and tell Tim everything.

“Bradford,” Angela radios, “switch to a private channel.”

He does, but when he pulls the radio to him, his movements make you flinch. “What?” he asks, his grumpiness returned in full.

“Are you alone?”

“No.”

“Okay, good.”

You hold your breath as you wait to hear what Angela will say next.

“We got a hit on one of your perps. Was seen near a cigar store somewhere off La Brea.”

“That’s not helpful, Lopez,” Tim snaps. “Anything else you can give me?”

“The Debonair Cigar Lounge,” you inform. “It’s on La Brea and there’s tons of reports of illegal back door sales. Nothing we’ve ever been able to prove.”

Tim nods and drops the radio.

“You seem in high spirits,” Lopez adds. “Your captain is waiting for your report.”

“10-4,” you radio.

✯✯✯✯✯

After a waste of time at the cigar lounge, you and Tim follow several more tips. The sun is going down and Tim’s shift is nearly over by the time you catch one that seems helpful.

“Don’t you need to get back to the station?” you ask. “We don’t have time to track this and for you to report to your captain.”

Tim ignores you and pulls into another alley. Why does LA have so many dirty alleys? And why are they Tim’s preferred argument location?

“You said it earlier, I’m your superior. If you’re not going to answer my questions, I’m not going to accept your advice,” Tim explains.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you argue. “Me not wanting to talk about our relationship issues in the shop is not the same as reminding you that you have other duties.”

“Oh, now they’re relationship issues. That sounds like talking about them.”

You tip your head back against the seat and sigh. Something moves in the alley, and you lean forward to watch for it.

“Just tell me what is bothering you!” Tim says. You don’t answer, too interested in what is or isn’t moving in the shadows, but Tim takes it as you voluntarily ignoring him. “Fine, you don’t want to talk? I can wait.”

“Bradford, drive,” you say quickly. 

“No.”

“Tim!” you yell.

The worry in your voice causes Tim to look forward, and the man you’ve spent the day looking for is standing in the middle of the alley and pointing a gun at you.

“Get down,” Tim demands.

You lean toward him over the console as he jerks the gear shift down. Before he can move, the man starts shooting. Tim leans over you as he backs out of the alley. While he gets you to safety, you radio for backup. The car slides to a graceless stop as a bullet takes out the front tire on your side.

“I’m going to Lucy’s because I can’t stay with you tonight,” you admit.

Your voice is raised over the continued gunfire, but Tim’s face is pressed beside yours as he drapes his body over you. His protectiveness is one of many things that you love about him, and as you prepare to tell him the truth, you’re more grateful for it than ever.

“You’re leaving me?” Tim asks.

“Tim, what day is it?” you ask.

A bullet breaks your window, and Tim pulls himself tighter against you as he raises his gun toward the opening. The man is nearing you, and Tim waits for him to get close enough before rising up so he’s visible.

“April Fools,” Tim answers as he fires a single shot.

He leaves you alone in the shop as he runs to the downed gunman. The bullet hit his leg, far from fatal, and Tim cuffs him before putting pressure on the wound.

“I can’t believe you just broke up with me while we were being shot at,” Tim yells angrily.

He winks at you quickly, a nearly invisible movement. His jaw remains clenched, though, and you can’t tell if he’s mad at you or the man who tried to kill you.

“Bradford!” Angela yells as she exits her car. “What happened?”

Tim pushes the man toward another Metro officer and turns away from you.

“Plenty,” he answers before walking away. “Give her a ride.”

You lick your lips as you watch Tim leave with Metro. 

“You told him?” Angela asks. “How did that go?”

“He seems mad,” you answer.

“This may be better than expected. I’m taking you to Lucy’s.”

“But I need to-“

“Grey knows,” Angela interrupts. “Let’s go.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Just sit down,” Lucy pleads. “Tim cares and he’ll talk to you eventually.”

“I told Tim that I was leaving him when all I wanted to do was tell him I love him,” you point out. “I’m not going to sit down.”

Lucy sighs and turns away. She had enjoyed the idea before this moment, but now that you and Tim are both understandably miserable, it isn’t as much fun.

“Incoming,” Tamara whispers dramatically as she opens the door.

“Where’s your stuff?” Tim demands as he steps inside.

“Not with me,” you answer honestly.

“Then let’s go.”

“Where?”

Tim fixes his eyes on yours. There’s a storm in them, and it’s a dangerous one. You decide not to fight him and instead walk toward him.

“Hey, you can talk here,” Lucy offers.

Tim doesn’t reply as he closes the door behind him. You walk wordlessly beside him as he takes you to his truck. Once you’re inside, he runs his fingers through his short hair before hitting his open palm against the steering wheel.

“I know you pointed out that it’s April Fool’s Day,” he begins. “But when I get home and all of your stuff is gone, it’s a little hard to believe it’s a joke.”

You glance at the clock and see that there’s still a little over an hour left until midnight. If you want the money, you can’t do anything until then.

“I put it somewhere,” you say quietly. “Until I knew for sure what I was going to do.”

“Are you going to give me a real answer?”

You look at the clock again, but this time Tim follows your movement. He sits back in his seat and turns on the radio.

“I’ll wait,” he offers.

“Why?” you ask. “After everything I did this morning?”

“Lots of words for it: love, stupidity, obsession. Take your pick.”

“April Fool’s Day was more fun last year,” you mutter.

Tim smiles as he remembers; you had tried to convince everyone in Mid-Wilshire that you and Tim hated one another and that any memory that had otherwise was a figment of their imagination. When you got home that night, Tim kept up the act until you threatened to take Kojo in the divorce, and then you got the attention you’d been missing all day.

As the clock inches closer to midnight, you lean back as well and simply sit beside Tim. Your phone rings and you sigh when you see Angela’s name.

“Hello?” you answer.

“Where are you?” she asks.

“Outside Lucy’s apartment.”

“Is Tim still with you?”

“Why would Tim be with me?”

Tim shakes his head beside you, and you remember when he told you about the bet with Lucy when she tried to set him up and failed. You met the next day and then Tim won the bet, he had said.

“Are you planning to call him at midnight?” she asks.

“Yes! I have been lying to him all day, Angela, of course I’m going to call and tell him.”

Angela sighs, but it sounds funny.

“What?”

“He blew up on his Metro team. There’s a chance he may not be able to forgive you, or… won’t want to.”

You glance over at Tim, and he cocks his head at your furrowed brows.

“So, he’s really mad,” you repeat softly. “And my apologies won’t be good enough.”

“I don’t know that for sure!” Angela soothes.

What actually works to make you feel better is Tim’s hand taking yours. The clock changes, and you hang up. 12:00 am, April 2. 

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper.

The fear you’ve been pushing down all day appears as tears, and Tim cups your face to wipe them away.

“My stuff is in the guest room, but if you don’t want me to come back-“

Tim cuts you off with a kiss. He pulls you toward him as he leans over the console, but it’s uncomfortable, and he breaks the kiss quickly.

“Please tell me you won something for your success,” Tim says.

You smile and answer, “Nearly three and a half thousand dollars.”

Tim’s jaw drops as his hands drop to your shoulders.

“I was thinking we’d go see a Dodgers game, sit behind home plate. Or you can have it all since I did ruin your day.”

“Watching you get shot at ruined my day,” Tim corrects. “But as long as you go home with me, no harm, no foul.”

“I really am sorry. I do love you, and I’d never leave you like that.”

“I know,” Tim answers smugly. “I stopped by the house after you left, and Kojo led me straight to your stuff.

“You knew the whole time?!” you exclaim.

“I had an idea. Asked Grey to let me spend the day with you to see if I was right.”

“I felt terrible-“

“And you should have! Kojo and I will need lots of hugs and kisses to make up for the emotional distraught you put us through.”

You roll your eyes, and once you’re sandwiched between Tim and Kojo, they don’t seem to accept your apologies unless they’re punctuated with some type of physical affection. Tim also takes the opportunity to yell at everyone involved in the bet when he gets to work the following morning, but the promise of another night and a Dodgers game with you makes it worth it.

[2tcs]

Danny’s Journal or A Countdown to the Beginning

Summary: A look into the year leading up to the accident from the perspective of a forgotten journal.

February 9, 2002

Dear journal. Mom and Dad said they had a surprise for me and Jazz when we get home from school. Please God don't let it be another ghost gun or something. My hair is still singed from the last one.

Update. It was, in fact, a gun. Jazz now has a mild burn on her arm and is screaming how they need therapy. Not disagreeing but I don't think it's going to happen.

February 12, 2002

Dear journal. Happy birthday. A year ago Jazz gave you to me for my birthday. How my parents haven't accidentally destroyed you I don't know.

Me Tucker, Sam, and Jazz went out to eat for my birthday. Sam even had her family driver take us a town over to try that new restaurant. Well, that's what their excuse was.  I think they were trying to get me out of the house for a little bit since Mom and Dad are going on a rampage through the house disassembling all the appliances. It's 10 pm and I can still hear noise coming from the basement.

March 26, 2002

I have the best idea for an April Fools prank. It involves chez whiz and glitter.

April 1, 2002

The prank worked like a charm. The jocks are going to smell like cheese for weeks. And they ain't ever getting the glitter out.

On the downside. Dash broke my arm and Mom and Dad put a “Fenton Anti-ghost Cast” on me. It kinda glows and makes my arm feel weird.

April 23, 2002

Sam’s birthday party was a glorious disaster this year. Her mom decided to do a princess-themed party. We have been preparing for this day since Sam found one of her mom’s work journals. We managed to sneak paint and glitter bombs into the venue before anyone got there. We even managed to get one on each of the chandeliers. It was awesome. Everyone got covered in black paint and red glitter. 

What we didn’t account for was Grandma Ida hiring professional snake handlers to bring in a bunch of snakes for Sam. The snakes were non-venomous and luckily were all caught after one of the rich people bumped into the table that the snake cage was on. And the paint was non-toxic so it was easy to clean off the snakes too without them getting sick. Still kinda feel bad that the snakes got caught in the crossfire though.

May 20, 2002

🎵Schools out for the summer!🎵 Lol this is going to be so exciting. Our last summer as middle schoolers. Nothing but the big leagues after this!

June 13, 2002

Dad wants to go camping for Father's Day so we're going to head out tomorrow morning. Think I heard them mention Lake Arrowhead. That'll be cool. Haven't fished there before.

June 15, 2002

I don't know how but we're in Gotham. Apparently, there's some stupid ghost conversation going on so we're going to be stuck here for the next week. On the pulse side though I found a really cool cafe not too far from the hotel. And they don’t seem to care if you just hang out as long as their not busy and you buy something. Me and Jazz will probably be spending a lot of time here or at their library. It’s huge and has an entire section of space!

June 16, 2002

Turns out I'm allergic to something called Blood Blossoms. Mom and Dad ended up having some guy try to cleanse me of “the evil spook” after I accidentally brushed up against the flowers he had on his table. Jazz had to convince them to get me to the hospital. Luckily one of the guys walking around had an epi pen. So that helped. Still sucks and now I'm stuck at the hotel while Jazz frets like a mother hen. I don't think she's even realized that she has a rash on her hand from when she threw the flowers away from me.

June 19, 2002

So… Batman is real… wtf? He apparently has some questions for Mom and Dad but they haven't come back yet. He apologized to me and Jazz for waking us up and gave us suckers? Which. Weird. And Jazz threw them away when he left because “stranger danger is still a thing even if they are a hero”. RIP little Root Beer flavored DumDum. You will be missed.

And on the other hand, Robin was pretty cool. He's snarky and brave and hilarious and he is just so cool. 10/10 New favorite Robin. He even gave me a book recommendation for the report I'm supposed to turn in at the start of freshman year.

June 22, 2002

We were supposed to leave Gotham today. We were supposed to finally head to one of the lakes on the way home to do some camping and fishing. We were supposed to have a relaxing time. So please journal. Can you tell me why the giant wannabe scaly just threw the GAV? Now we are going to be stuck in this stupid city for another week while Mom and Dad fix it.

June 24, 2002

I made a new friend! Do you remember that cafe I talked about a few days ago? Well, I met a guy there. His name is Jason. He’s an absolute lit nerd but is way cool. The guy’s got muscles underneath his school uniform too. The guy looks like he could snap me like a twig yet isn’t at all like Dash. Hopefully, we can keep in contact after we head back to Amity. For now, we are planning on meeting up at the cafe tomorrow with our favorite books. I found “Star Stories”at the library so I’m bringing it with me. I don’t know if he likes stars but I hope he likes some of the stories about them.

July 9, 2002

Finally back at home. Dad had smuggled fireworks into the GAV (how they didn’t explode when KC threw it in Gotham idk) so we spent the 4th of July shooting them off at the lake. We ended up going to Lake Erie for the camping trip because Mom heard something at the convention about a ghost hanging out around there. Didn’t see any ghosts but the fishing was good. I even caught a bass the size of my head! All around it was really fun! Oh and the stars were so clear! The Summer Triangle was so clear you could point out Vega, Deneb, and Altair! It was so cool! Did you know that Vega is in the Lyra constellation? Or Deneb is in the Cygnus Constellation. And Altair is a part of the Aquila constellation!

Maybe I should ask if Mom and Dad could get me another journal for charting the stars. I’ll need the practice if I want to become an astronaut.

July 29, 2002

It’s a good thing that I got two of everything when me, Sam, and Tucker went shopping for school supplies. I got a lot of new space-themed stuff but the moment I got home Dad insisted on ghost-proofing my new backpack… It melted. I don’t even know how he managed to melt a canvas bag. It didn’t even catch fire first. Just started melting the moment Dad started spraying his new “Fenten Ecto-Rejecto Spray” on it. Wtf Dad.

On the plus side, Sam found a new coffin backpack and Tucker was able to get a new bag that had a pouch that he can put the walkman he got yesterday for his birthday. He is so hyped about it. 

August 6, 2002

School starts next week and I am so hyped. Finally going to be a high schooler. Cool Kids Club here we go!

August 15, 2002

Kill me now. May the Gods strike me down and end my suffering. May the Faits find me lacking and cut my string. May the Crone tear me from the tapestry, the mother rejects my thread from the loom and the maiden take the wool of my youth and set it aside.

Sam has just informed me that that isn’t quite what the Mother, Maiden, and Crone do but whatever. Just know that everything sucks because apparently someone called the house phone and told Mom and Dad that there was a ghost in the school. The A-listers are blaming me for ruining their high school debut.

August 30, 2002

Mom and Dad have started making more noise in the lab than normal. It’s gotten to the point that Jazz has been spending more time at the library to study. Speaking of Jazz, she has been obsessing over self-help and psychology books lately. I mean. Jazz has always talked up therapy but now she’s kinda getting snooty about it. Sam suggested we start hanging out at that gazebo thingy at the park so we can get our work done on the nicer days. We’ll have to hang at Tucker's place though on the rainy days. Sam’s parents have decided that it’s time to put their foot down and get Sam to “socialize with your actual peers Sammy-kins so that you can make better connections and start networking” or whatever. So basically Sam’s mom doesn’t want her to be associated with us plebs I guess.

September 8, 2002

Mom and Dad repurposed the fridge so they could put samples in it. Apparently, the one in the lab broke. The green stuff in the tubes kinda creeps me out. Jazz is yelling at them about it. I kinda agree. Cross-contamination anyone? Think I’m gonna eat out at Nasty more often.

September 28, 2002

Either I’m going crazy or the leftover chicken and noodle soup in the fridge was moving. Like the noodles were wiggling around like worms or something. Jazz ordered pizza.

October 5, 2002

There are new wires in the house now and they glow? Mom said that they had some sort of breakthrough and are using the samples that they have to coat some of the tech in the house to “ecto-proof” it. Apparently, the ectoplasm doesn’t like electronics so they weren’t really able to mix it with tech too well. Some of Mom’s blueprints look like Star Wars blasters. Dad’s are less impressive.

October 29, 2002

Mom and Dad have locked me and Jazz in our rooms because of the “Ghost Menaces”. Me and Jazz have both taped warning signs on our windows so some brave trick-or-treaters don’t accidentally get hurt.

November 1, 2002

The signs worked but I saw Mom and Dad taking off in the GAV around midnight. Whatever. Me and Tucker did manage to reach a new level in DOOM last night so that was cool. And it’s World Vegan Day today so Sam is going to take us out to eat at a vegan place for dinner. I have no clue what Tucker’s going to eat. Well probably get it to-go so he can get something.

I found out where Mom and Dad went last night. The cops showed up and gave Mom and Dad a ticket for destroying a part of the park's water fixture. Someone had organised a haunted forest thing in the park and my parents went absolute ape.

November 2, 2002

Who told Mom and Dad about Dia de Los Muertos? Or that there was a little remembrance celebration/party thing going on today because of it? I’ve decided to make deviled eggs in protest of their chaos and have also bought candy skulls to eat.

November 18, 2002

Apparently, there is an Occult Day(?) and Sam insists we spend the day researching cults. Tucker has found a tech cult online that says there is “Techno Magic” and he is now trying to learn it. Sam has found a book of curses and has been giggling since she found it. Sam giggling is terrifying. I am concerned.

November 28, 2002

The turkey came to life and attacked us. Mom and Dad are blaming ghosts but me and Jazz agree that this is totally their fault for putting the stupid ecto in the fridge. At least the rest of the food was edible. I mean. It had a kinda glowing but I haven’t gotten sick yet. So yay?

November 29, 2002

So the food wasn’t good and I ended up getting sick this morning. fml Jazz is mad that I ate some of it. I am fully aware of what food safety is Jazz. But I was hungry and after the turkey, I was just tired and hangry. I had no clue you had ordered pizza so :p

December 5, 2002

On the 5th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me! Nothing because my family is insane. Mom and Dad are already starting their yearly Santa argument. Sam and Tuck are both out of town to visit family for the holidays, Jazz is avoiding the house because it’s “disruptive to my mental development” and I’m grounded for yelling at Dad when he burst into my room and accidentally made my little Rover fall off the shelf and brake.

December 9, 2002

Mom and Dad’s insanity is ramping up. They almost never leave the lab now and whenever I try to bring food down to them they either just mumble and keep working or start arguing again. The whole in the wall has a frame now too.

December 24, 2002

I made a mistake when I brought Mom and Dad their dinner today. In my defense, I was just tired of them yelling about Santa. So I asked why they had hazmat suits but me and Jazz didn’t if ecto was so dangerous. Because if it’s that dangerous then the fact we have ecto in the fridge means that we should all have suits. Jazz is furious with me cause now our parents are making us try on our new suits tomorrow. I am terrified of whatever monstrosity they create no matter how “fashionable” Dad claims they will be.

December 25, 2002

It’s worse than I thought. Mine’s white.

January 15, 2003

Gods, I hate this. I’ve been sick for the past week and Jazz says we’re almost out of soup. I keep going back and forth between being hungry and puking up whatever Jazz feeds me. Mom says that she has some tea that may help but when Dad brought it up it tasted funny. It did make me feel a little better but it just had a really weird taste. Dad said it’s just because I’m sick so everything tastes funny right now.

January 19, 2003

Is it weird that I want to lick the ecto in the fridge? I’m pretty sure it is but it still kinda looks lickable to me. Like how you know that D batteries are not edible but almost everyone has licked one at some point?

Jazz just gave me a lecture about putting things in my mouth that I shouldn’t… Again…

January 27, 2003

Jazz scared me this morning. I walked into the kitchen this morning and just saw glowing eyes. Like a cat’s eyes in the dark. Jazz thinks I’m hallucinating from lack of sleep because of the all-nighter I pulled with Tuck trying to pass the next level on DOOM but I swear that her eyes were glowing.

February 9, 2003

I’m starting to worry. I know they're obsessed with their dumb portal but they haven’t eaten in 2 days. Jazz is planning on going down there and persuading (yelling at them) them to eat if they don’t come up for dinner tonight.

February 12, 2003

Happy Birthday to me. I am now 14 years old. Mom and Dad forgot it was my birthday again. They ran into the kitchen this morning because they completed their portal. They even dragged me and Jazz down into the lab to see them turn it on before we went to school. It didn’t work and now Mom and Dad are going to take a drive around town to clear their heads. They probably won’t be back until dinner time. Sam and Tucker are coming over after school though so at least it will be quiet while they are over. And I think Jazz is going to make a cake if the box of mix I saw her trying to hide from me yesterday is any indication. 

[crepes-suzette-373]

It's about... *checks calendar* 3 days late for April Fool's, but it's okay. I'm not trying to prank anyone.

Last month I made this LOL dating sim screen edit because for the bros' birthday I drew them in super fancy prince outfits and it looks like some romance game art??

The logo in the previous edit was kind of just edited out of an existing game logo, and that just made me feel very dissatisfied inside, so I made my own custom logo design (and then went overboard and also made the dialogue screens and the home screen).

A lot of interface elements like the buttons and text boxes are free assets from Pixiv or other websites, but I did still have to edit them and add extra effects/texture to make the layout. The logo is fully custom made by me, though. I just used some basic fonts as the base, and made all the decor myself with Photoshop. (edit: I meant the moon decor for the logo!!! The flowers and stuff in the cover image are free assets too)

Aside from Sanji, the other guys are just old drawing/sketches that I have lying around that I coloured/touched up.

Also, I'm being rebellious again. In this setting the boys' eye colours match their hair colour, so Sanji has gold eyes and not blue. You can also kind of see that Yonji has green eyes (if it's not too small).

I honestly have no idea what's happening in the "plot" here. It's just vaguely meant to be a mystery + somewhat supernatural theme in an AU setting. The player is some sort of detective/journalist investigating Germa because there's weird stuff happening or something, I don't know.

Weird stuff involving that "ghost Judge(???)" I guess??? Like if he's actually dead, then who's that guy calling himself the king?

Bonus:

Worked too hard on this little banner, only for it to be too small and barely visible. I could've just used some regular font and called it a day and not bother trying to put complicated effects on it.

[icepoptroll]

do you have any headcanons for Constance and Mischa friendship? They’re one of my brotps , I think they’re so fun

Hi!! Sure!

1. Connie's vocals are featured on some of Mischa's songs on his SoundCloud and YouTube channel. She has a lot of fun with it and is always happy to hype him up

2. Like most teen boys Mischa is not afraid to make a good bathroom joke or burp the alphabet (Or say "Yo, Ocean, pull my finger" lol). Constance giggles uncontrollably at these things even when Ocean thinks it's gross lmao

3. They have friendship bracelets they've made together. Mischa considers his to be part of his "bling" hehe

4. You better watch out for these two on April Fools Day. Sure they'll collaborate on pranks together any day of the year (and often laugh themselves all the way to detention as a result) but they're especially dangerous on April 1st. When they get scolded it's always like "I expected as much from that delinquent Bachinski, but Miss Blackwood, you've always been the nicest girl in this school. He's a very bad influence on you." Even though half the time the stunts were her idea

5. They're not really dating but if Constance ever seems to feel unsafe around a strange guy and Mischa picks up on it he'll absolutely put an arm around her and ask, "this punk bothering you, babe?" Without hesitation

Hope these make you smile!!

[xueyuverse]

Imagine that on April 1st, Prince Xie Lian liked to play pranks on everyone. His mother always came to the brink of collapse, his father exploded in anger and Feng Xin ALWAYS collapsed but ALWAYS ended up laughing when he discovered the meaning of Xie Lian's antics.

Mu Qing was the only one who stopped falling after the first prank, so Xie Lian called him to help play pranks on his guoshi and his fellow disciples, something that Mu Qing did with gusto and even had the most creative plans to make them all hell, and Xie Lian accepted almost all the ideas with great enthusiasm.

Thus, Xie Lian and Mu Qing created a reputation that they were keen to keep intact and even reinforce.

In the post-canon, Xie Lian asks Mu Qing to do April Fools pranks with him, Mu Qing at first hesitates, grumpily, but it doesn't take much coaxing to convince him.

He would never admit it, but he missed these games.

It's still the 31st here lol

[mermmarie]

Hii, do you have any UD hcs? (It could be anything I don’t care 😭)

Hiii!

Sorry for the late reply. I fell into a nap and then had to make food, but ideas were ruminating while cooking soo here's a few!

Sam is a horse girl. As in: loves horses and loves to go horseback riding.

Mike and Chris both played basketball in highschool, (where Matt was a football player ofc). Mike voluntarily, Chris was forced into it by his parents. Josh did boxing for a little bit.

Jessica watches Americas Next Top Model religously.

Josh... I love Josh but-- he was absolutely a "where my hug at" guy for a short period of time. 😭 Thankfully he grew out of it. (AKA: His sisters told him it wasn't cool.)

Chirs is for sure an Apple fanboy.

While she doesn't like horror movies, Ashley does enjoy reading horror stories. (She likes experiencing them in a calm and queit settting. Not told by her friends in an exaggerated way that freaks her out lol.)

Emily was the first girl Mike really loved and I don't think he's ever stopped loving her.

I could see Beth either having pet rats, or pet snakes. Which is where Josh's fear of the two could come into play.

Hannah was big into YA novels. Definitely loved vampire romances.

Josh sleepwalks/sleeptalks.

I think Emily might also be rich, but her family does not have the same wealth as the Washingtons.

Matt is the most responsible when it comes to drinking in the group. He will offer water to those who he thinks are taking it too far, and makes sure trash cans are around just in case.

April Fools is a CHAOTIC holiday for the whole group. Everyone tries to one up the other and compete for the best prank.

Aaaand that's all I got for now! Hopefully they were interesting enough! 😄💖

Definitely gonna be thinking about some more...

[iesnoth]

I have two questions (you totally don’t have to do any of them tho just curious):

What was your basic plan for the ARG on AF asks (or was there no planning involved)?

can you draw Artemis (or Orion) and holly doing the Jack and Rose *Titanic* pose lol (just thought it would be fun if you wanted too)

love your art and your blog <3

Hello!

I should probably answer at least the first one for people who are curious.

There was little to no planning involved. I wanted to do something for April Fool's Day, was feeling kinda down and chose to do something a bit darker than the normal prank. I like puzzles, so thought an ARG could be fun, but let me tell you, those things take PLANNING. And knowledge of the future, because you have to know and be able to adapt to how the audience will react to the puzzles.

Anyway, the basic idea was that the Mod had had a mental break due to pressure over the blog and stumbled onto some forbidden knowlege. The MOD AI then took over all creative control, and the Mod's online persona (even hijacked her brain irl? idk). The AI was obsessed with maintaining order and audience engagement, even at the cost of canon. That's why they had a poll over the popularity of the characters and removed the unpopular ones from the canon over time, putting them into a dimension below them on the ladder of reality. This means they could show up in the blog as characters in fiction they read, just as the blog characters are from a book in our reality.

The removal of characters, even small ones, caused ripple effects across the reality of the blog. These resulted in changes such as:

Artemis having 2 blue eyes (because Opal was erased).

No one knowing who No. 1 was (because he was out of the dimension at the time of the takeover, so the MOD AI couldn't erase him).

A scar across Artemis's face from a troll during their first adventure. Artemis kidnapped Root, not Holly, and so the troll fight went very differently.

Holly looks more punk. After saving Root from Artemis, the two bonded over their shared interest in breaking the rules. Holly spends more time on the surface as a result, and Root lets her because she keep Artemis under control.

Minerva and Artemis meet organically. She doesn't know about the People.

Artemis and Minerva are martial artists (Artemis learned the importance of self-defense after his scar).

Holly never becomes commodore because she's too punk.

Artemis Sr. is dead for realsies, though he died after the twins were born.

Angeline falls back into depression after her husband's death.

Artemis and Holly never go back in time, and so never kiss.

Root never dies.

Artemis and Holly don't lose 3 years during the Hybras debacle.

Butler has hair.

As more people are erased, Artemis gets more reckless.

The twins are raised by Juliet after Angeline falls back into a depression.

The twins don't know about fairies.

Foaly is more of a Steve Jobs type, focused on making money.

Angeline dies in childbirth with the twins, which turns Artemis into a super-serious and dangerous mobster type because he had to provide for his brothers.

And those are all the changes I could find. I had a bunch more planned, whittling down to just Artemis, Holly, and Butler, and how the loss of the supporting cast would change them as people. But this blog wasn't a good venue for an ARG, as the audience is a come-and-go sort of group. Also, the puzzles weren't going over as planned. Ultimately, I wanted the blog to be enjoyable over consistent, so I decided to abandon the ARG and preserve the sanctity of the blog itself. I guess you could say it was our jump the shark moment.

As for your second request... it sounds fun, but not something I'd draw personally. Thanks for the suggestion, though!

[12u3ie]

question as someone not in smoshblr; what happened?

those two reblogs right after each other got me confused lol

So. Shayne and Courtney are two people who have been Smosh cast members for YEARS. Like nearing a decade at this point. And the fandom has always shipped them. It’s even been a running joke in videos and stuff.

And today. Shayne and Courtney released photos on Instagram. Of them getting married.

And Shayne also released a photo of him proposing. and since Shayne had his mustache in the proposing photo this had to have begun months ago. and no one can tell if this is real or an elaborate April Fool’s prank.

There’s also this Smosh podcast that Shayne and this other cast member Amanda run. One came out today with the thumbnail text of “Shayne’s big secret”. Which, given the current Everything, big deal, right? Maybe we’ll get answers?

WRONG. Hour-long improvisations from two other cast members of Shayne and Amanda, with constant almost-references to Courtney and the idea of marriage and new chapters in life etc. Shayne and Amanda return at the very end of the podcast, only to also not elaborate on anything at all and just end the podcast there.

So. This is a wild day for Smosh fans.

(And as per the second reblog, it’s a joke about another common ship of Ian and Anthony, the founders and owners of Smosh. They’ve been shipped together for longer than Shayne and Courtney lolll)

[tmwcs]

how would Heethan react to a hickey prank??

my idea:

when dropping y/n off at school, he briefly spots something on her neck but doesn’t get a chance to ask her because she gets off the car pretty fast so when Heethan texts her, she plays dumb the entire time and to make it worse, says it might have gotten from a guy 👀

well damn anon….😲😲😲😲 RIP to you and all the other readers…..at this point, you all behind saving. Not even I, can stop Heethan. Lol

Y’all really want to just experience Heethan’s brutality don’t you? Lol 😈 as you wish. One shot, not proofread so pls ignore mistakes. But this was a fun one… hehehe

nice knowing you…

April Fools

The girls had introduced their traditional act of a prank draw for April Fools. Each person was to draw out a ticket from a fishbowl and commit to a prank against their boyfriend, and to your dismay, you drew out the worst possible one you could imagine, the fake hickey prank. 

Your heart fell into your stomach upon seeing the ticket, and you begged to swap it out but the girls were relentless in seeing you suffer at the hands of your man, considering everyone knew how Heesueng was with you.

He LOVED you…yet you felt like your life was about to be cut short after conducting this prank. 

In the girls bathroom, you became overwhelmingly nervous as it was closer to time when Heeseung would pick you up. The girls had collected a variety of purple, blue and even brown eye shadows and applied dabs of it on the side of your neck to make it appear as a real hickey. 

“Voila!” 

“Wow it really looks like a legit hickey.”

“Oh poor y/n hahahahahaha”

You stood there with your eyes closed, brows furrowed, and in complete fear as your hands began to shake. 

Not only did the girls enforced you to keep your ticket, they also made you wear one of Heeseung’s favorite mini sun dresses to add a bit of sting once you reveal the fake hickey, and tell him that you got it from another boy. 

“Okay, so you have to tell him that after he dropped you off, you skipped class with a boy. You’ll tell him that you were taking photos of you pretending to hug and cuddle with the boy as an “April Fools” joke, but then you got too carried away and let the guy continue in the midst of passion and he gave you a hickey. Got it?”

The girls scoffed and chuckled upon hearing the regulation of your prank. 

“I…I really don’t think I can do this…” you softly spoke, your voice shaken from the chills at imagining Heeseung’s face. 

“Come on Y/N, we all did ours. Just do it, it will be so fun. Well immediately tell and show him it’s fake after you pull his string for a few minutes.”

Nodding hesitantly, you reluctantly agreed. Suddenly H/N appears busting through the bathroom door. 

“Oh my God! Oh my God! Ethan’s here!” 

Your eyes widened and you grabbed on to one of the girls arms for dear life. 

‘No, no, no, no! God help me I’m going to die…’ 

They push you out of the girls bathroom, forcing you to make your way out of the exit. Seeing Heeseung’s car parked along the curb, you gulped. Unlike some of the other boys, Heeseung had so much on his plate that he didn’t even realize it was April Fools day. H/n made Jake promise to not reveal the date or the prank to him, since she had already got her fill and conducted her prank earlier in the day. 

Walking slowly up to his car, you wished, for once, that his windows were not tinted as you couldnt see his face through the glass. You wondered if he was already looking at you.

Your hair laid down, it was his favorite way of you wearing it, just all natural and free as it frames your face. 

Opening the door, you felt a chill run up your spine the moment you got a swift sniff of his cologne as you sat inside next to him on the front passenger seat. He was on the middle of sending out a mass group text to his peers to remind them of their assignments due date as he had assisted his professor with teaching and leading exam prep. 

As he remained focused on the screen, he speaks out, 

“Hey pretty baby, how was your day?”

You were so glad he was still staring at the screen, otherwise you would not have been confidant enough to answer right back. 

“…fine…how was yours?”

“Good. Just sending out a reminder real quick. Had a busy day.”

“Oh?…”

“Yeah, my professor left early so I had to-“

He glances up to see as your hair was all swooped over to the opposite shoulder, with some shorter layered pieces near the front falling along your neckline as it subtly covers the fake hickey…but not enough to go unnoticed. The very second he lifted his gaze he went silent, yet his eyes remained on your neck. 

Meanwhile, you tucked in your lips and stared out through your window, wincing your eyes shut as you took in the silence. You hear him put his phone down and as he continued to remain focused on your sight, you hear his hand lift up and reach over to you, in attempt to move the pieces of your hair away from your neck. 

“Uh I forgot something I’ll be right back!!”

You quickly ushered as you got out of the car and ran back inside the building. What frightened you even more was the fact that he didnt even try to stop you, grab on to you, yell or chase you down. 

‘He actually let me get away?’ 

Most times, Heeseung was quick to snag your wrist or your waist before you could even move an inch, yet this time, it appeared he was in such shock that he didn’t exhibit the viper strike speed of his hand like he normally did. 

You saw up ahead and watched as the girls all laughed and pointed at you, knowing full well they had watched through the window and were waiting for you to bust in, yet upon realizing that Heeseung wasn’t coming after you, everyone grew confused, as did you. 

“What the hell? Y/n, does he know it’s a prank?”

“No, I don’t think so…”

“Then why isn’t he coming for you?”

“I…I don’t-“

Suddenly your phone vibrates, a text from Heeseung came in…

You nearly started to hyperventilate as you read his texts.

‘Oh my God…I’m dead…’

The girls all peered in as they took a glance at the text, which enabled them to enthusiastically remind you of the format in your prank. 

“Remember! You have to tell him it’s from a boy while you were skipping class!”   They all issued out and laughed, knowing full well that you were scared beyond shitless. 

You stopped texting at noticing that Heeseung didn’t go on a rampage or rant out with his interrogational rant. There was absolutely no text back. 

After telling the girls of his lack of response, you began to tell them that the prank has to be called off, that you had taken it way too far. 

Suddenly the door behind you opens, turning around you see Heeseung walking slowly over towards you. His hat covered his eyes in their usual fashion, but there was something very eerie with the way he looked compared to how he normally did. And it wasn’t just the fact that his Ethan side had emerged. 

Not saying a word, his chin tilted down, he walks over, upon breaching you you noticed a pair of black, fingerless martial arts gloves adorning his hands. The sleeves of his black tanker jacket rolled a quarter way up, left completely unzipped as he displayed the semi-fitted white tee-shirt underneath, which subtly showed off his lean muscle. Earlier you thought he looked incredibly sexy with how his ensemble paired nicely with his straight jeans and boots. Now, you were terrified as he resembled a hit man for hire. 

The girls all rushed over to cover you and began explaining the prank as they hurdled around, taking notice of the man’s fierce demeanor.

“Ethan! Ethan! It was a prank! It was a prank, we all did the fishbowl prank like in high school. Remember? Remember Vicky used to do it to you?”

“Yeah it’s all good Ethan. It was a prank, y/n would never…”

They all fell silent and their eyes widened with fear as he ignored their words and continued to walk through them, his frame and slow pace pushes them off to the side as he walked into some of the girls that remained steadfast in blocking you, yet in the end, they all cleared the path at seeing his tenacity to get to you, despite how slow he was walking. 

You merely stood there with a look of fear and aloofness as your expression told him that you were flying the white flag of mercy. Your eyes began to start tearing up and getting glossy as he stood right in front of you.

He lifts his chin just enough to reveal and peek one eye from under his cap. The shadow still tinting his face as he looks into your eyes, a ghostly smirk appears from the side of his mouth. Reaching up, he gently placed his hand on the side of your neck, resting it on the corner of where the neckline meets the shoulder. With the extension of his thumb, he presses down on the mark, and drags it downward, smearing the eyeshadow, revealing that it indeed was fake, though it didn’t make you feel any better, especially at feeling the leather of those fingerless gloves, which you were deathly afraid at figuring what was going through his mind when he placed them on and came to find you. 

Still displaying his devilish smirk, he finally spoke.

“You in a mood to play pranks today, babydoll? Hmm?”

The combination of the low tone in his growling voice and the pet name reflected that he had totally gone to his Ethan side, lacking all the softness, rationality, and gentleness of his Heeseung side. 

You just stood frozen staring at him with the stinging moisture covering your eyes as you felt like you wanted to scream and cry. You felt scared…really scared. With your lips slightly parted, you watched as he slightly tilted his head to take a closer look at the fake hickey, before he shifted his shadowed eyes to you and grinned once more.

Upon hearing his question, the girls all started to rush in from behind him as they issued out words to explain yet again, that the prank was part of their yearly traditions. Yet the moment that Ethan snapped his head over, glaring a deathly gaze in his side eye to them, they all stopped, retracted, and looked away as they issued whispers of how great it was in knowing you. 

Turning his face back to you, his smirk re-appears. It was sinister, eerie, and teasingly deceiving.

You shook your head and finally responded to his question.

“N-no…”

“Oh?” Here merely responds with his eyebrows raised.

He leans in and softly buried his face into your ear, softly taking in the scent of your hair surrounding it. You felt his mouth gasping open right over it, the vapor of his hot breath submerging directly into your ear canal as he softly kisses it in very slow motion. In between his soft and gasping kisses he finished his statement.

“I *kiss* think *kiss* you *kiss* are.” Each kiss was filled with a soft gasp, it was sickening and tenderly sweet with how his lips tapped on your ear as he softly and calmly spoke into it with his deep and alluring voice.

“Well since you’re in a playful mood, let’s go and…play.” 

Quietly taking you by the hand, he leads you out of the building, still walking at a slowed pace, which made you feel even worse. His grip on your hand tightened the moment you exit the building. Guiding you into your seat, he walks around and seats himself, driving back to his room as if nothing had happened. The car ride was silent and awkward, all you could do was sit there and stare at the flooring of the car while your hands remained on your lap. 

You tried to apologize, feeling terrible at how the whole thing turned out. 

“I’m sorr-“

“Shhhhhh..”

His shushing cut you off as he stared at the road, yet the moment he issued it, his eyes widened and that sinister smirk re-appeared. Even though he was looking at the road, you felt ultimate fear upon seeing it from the side. 

Finally, you both arrived at the frat house. Getting out, he walks over and takes you by the hand and leads you out of the car and into the house. Walking in, you shuddered at the fact that he was still walking in a calm, quiet, and slowed pace. The moment he started to lead you up the stairs, you heard him humming…

Whoa, whoa, whoa

다시 chaconne now

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Chaconne now

“Ethan, what song are you humming?”

He merely grinned and chuckles without looking back at you. 

Entering his room, he guides you in first.

Reaching behind, without breaking his gaze on you, he locks the door, takes the key, and tosses it off the side without even looking at where it went. You hear the metal sound of the key bouncing off the floor, that was when you felt internal panic. 

“Uhh…Ethan?”

Still humming and grinning, he passes you as he heads over to his closet, where he started to dig out something. 

“Ah-ha. Found it.”  He calmly stated, nearly in a whisper.

‘Found what?’ You wondered.

Taking out a gym bag, he pulls out something that you couldn’t make out. 

“Here.” He calmly states.

Tossing the item to you, he follows on with “Put it on.” His tone still deep, low, and calm.

You looked at him in confusion as you held the piece in your hand.

“Wh- what is it?”

He smirks.

You’ve packed his gym attire and did his laundry countless times, never have you once seen this item inside his bag, he must have gotten it within the week while you were so busy with your class work, it was the only time you hadn’t gone into his bag to clean his clothes.

Upon hearing your question, he tilts his head and smiles yet again. His grin was so….

Scary.

“Ah, that’s right. You’ll need instructions on how to put it on, won’t you?” 

Devilishly grinning, tilting his head, bearing a slight bit of teeth as he eerily stares his smile your way, he reaches into the bag…not even breaking that sinister gaze or smirk away from you.  A chill stuns your spine.

Grabbing a piece of paper that was neatly folded, he tosses it to you. 

“Now…go put it on for daddy.” He chuckles.

You unfold the paper, it displayed instructions on how to put on the item properly.

It wasn’t until you saw the image of the item in proper wear that your body was jolted with lightening bolts of fear and panic. Your breathing heightened to an unsteady state.

Looking up at him, you saw that he stood, still grinning and looking at you with wide, piercing eyes while the shadow of his cap hovered over half his face.

Chuckling, he lowly spits out.

“Let’s play.”

………………..

the next day….

>:)

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[ask-meowscarada]

(( Wait a second, none of those are Meowscarada (I'm pretty sure)...

I know it goes against the spirit of April Fool's Day to explain the joke immediately, but posting this without context feels kinda mean LOL

You can blame my partner for giving me the idea, "wouldn't it be funny if you launched your new blog tomorrow?" and I wish I could except I'm not ready enough to want to launch it yet.

"Wait," you ask. "You're making a new blog?!"

Maybe! It's an idea I've been holding onto for some time now and I'd really like to do it, but it wouldn't be an ask blog the same way this one is—more of a casual place for doodles and stories relating to all of the Pokémon characters I've come up with in recent times that don't fit into ask-meowscarada. It's an idea I've even talked about on this blog and many of the characters can be found on my main, but I've otherwise been quiet about it because of the uncertainty.

So when my partner mentioned their idea earlier, I wanted to do something simple and silly for Schrödinger's blog—without being a jerk about the teaser (like, am I actually planning something or is this just a prank?). And by the time I made the art it felt like a waste not to do anything with it, so here we are!

Until next time, gamers! ))

[chaifootsteps]

went looking for receipts of viv talking badly of sva but so far i’ve only found vague references of “school being stressful” but that goes for just about any school especially ones with big reputations.

here’s various stuff i found.

i did find her being nice to dana and kyra publicly (which isn’t alarming, lots of ppl are nice in public to ppl they shit-talk in private.)

but i didn’t know viv and kyra were roommates (oh my god they were roommates)

here i found her gushing over kyra more, and dollcreep, who she both burned bridges with as we know…

she made a kinda distasteful April fools joke about how she couldn’t afford to go to SVA anymore…

this tidbit from a journal just struck me as interesting…the fact she’s apparently always loved disturbing “getting a reaction” out of ppl whether it was a good or bad one; despite how she flips around later about how insecure she is about ppl reacting to her lol.

and last but not least, the taxidermy obsession began early lol… (from a post about a visit she made to an oddities store called Obscura)

that’s all i could find for now, ty for reading.

And of course it goes without saying that people grow and change all the time from college. It's just that Vivzie...really hasn't.

(Of course her idea of an April Fool's day prank is "lol imagine if I were poor and having financial difficulties.")

The gushing over Kyra and Dollcreep is extremely creepy in hindsight because that part never changed, and we know this because she would repeat it with Ken years later. She never comes on to people normally and she never breaks away from them normally; Kyra and Dollcreep and Ken (there's a couple more, too) were all AMAZING and SO INSPIRING and she couldn't say enough wonderful things about them, until they crossed her, and suddenly then they were disgusting creepy abusers that were out to get her all along.

Really casts her most recent mooning over Gooseworx in a chilling light.

[phil-lesterfan]

What are your thoughts on Squidbob tell me now

HI!!! i know you said now and it's been a few hours but we'll put it up to time zones. anyway, i was thinking about this ask and ultimately it's that quote from dan in that interview, right? "best friends, arch enemies, husbands, business partners, partners in crime, soul mates, just mates, who the fuck knows?"

obviously it's antagonistic, but on spongebob's part, it's unintentional (my knowledge is rusty, and i'm not fully caught up on spongebob, though i've seen a few squidbob moments from more recent eps) and when he does hurt squidward, he genuinely feels bad about it – when he picks up on it, at least. but, like, when squidward says spongebob has hurt his feelings or when it's really obvious, spongebob takes accountability and tries to right his wrong(s). even if that means making the situation worse, lol

AT THE SAME TIME, yes, squidward can really hurt spongebob and even enjoys seeing him hurt, but he understands when things have gone too far, and it seems to me like he doesn't just want to be in spongebob's good books for the sake of his reputation. take "fools in april" for example: squidward really hurts spongebob with his "prank" and it's a very public prank where people make clear their disapproval of his actions. of course, no one wants to be seen as the huge asshole, and squidward even says "it hurts, doesn't it?" to plankton when plankton becomes the most hated thing in bikini bottom. BUT when squidward apologises to spongebob, while he struggles, it's clear he wants to (he just physically can't) and he doesn't know everyone else is at spongebob's house. he genuinely just wants spongebob to like him again. (plus, he finds it humiliating when it's revealed other people are there – clearly, it's not about reputation)

the other obvious one is "dying for pie" where he puts spongebob's life in danger and realises he doesn't want to be responsible for spongebob's death nor does he really want spongebob to die at all.

it's also insanely cute to me that he's, like, as far as i know, the only one who calls spongebob "sponge" – i don't think i've heard any other character refer to spongebob like that . . . except maybe patrick? but i might be confusing it with a – you guessed it – squidbob scene.

also the way squidward's voice goes all soft when he calls "spongebob sponge" :') and how he's protective of spongebob too. like in "pizza delivery", when the customer is rude to spongebob and spongebob sobs, we can infer squidward KNOCKED THE GUY OUT!!!!! and he went back over to spongebob and reassured him that the customer was happy with the order and everything was ok :)

squidward also gets flustered when spongebob compliments him and spongebob likes it when squidward is having fun. i think deep down, they both genuinely care for each other, and they both want the other to be happy, they just have different ideas of happiness and aren't sure how to get them to align. there's really great potential there, and i personally love relationships like theirs where it's just so fucked and they're more prone for divorce but they keep remarrying anyway

sorry for this mostly focussing on squidward . . . spongebob is a bit more complicated to me bc he's a mix of childish and mature and you're never entirely sure when which facet will be more prominent. ultimately though i think they have the potential to balance each other out but still have a good time together (as in, they won't settle right into "BORED old married couple"). when i have more thoughts on spongebob's side of the relationship, i will let you know o7

i know this spawned from the "to be loved is to be changed" post tags, but for squidbob's part i feel i was mostly joking or i probably made a tblitbc comment while watching spongebob with my irl and i've forgotten why, LOL – let me think on it some more and let me watch more of the show, and i'll get back to you on that. :)

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Break up prank with mario! But its total fluff and they don’t actually break up. Gender neutral reader. Thanks

I maaay have missed the 'total' fluff part of this equation. Lol. Anywho, here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

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Mario x Reader - The Not-So Good Idea

Okay, so maybe you shouldn’t have done that. 

It was something harmless you had thought of in your freetime. Of course it wasn’t April Fools anymore, but you just wanted to play around with Mario! Just a little prank! You had never intended for it to be anything serious– You’d catch him at the front door, prank him, and move on with the day.

…But, as you stood outside of the shared bedroom’s door, your stomach was in knots.

Your grand idea was to, solemnly, go up to Mario and ‘break up’ with him. Originally, you thought he would jump up in surprise and you’d laugh before telling him that it was just a prank... But when you saw his deep frown, your mouth immediately went dry. Even as he walked past you to head inside, not a word came from your dumb little lips.

Yeah, you fucked up. 

“Mario?” You lightly knocked. “Can I come iiin?” 

When there wasn’t a noise coming from the other side, you winced, recalling how tired he seemed when he first opened the front door– How his lips tugged into a relieved smile and his hunched shoulders sank in relief when his eyes first landed on you. Mario didn’t say much, but his actions told you everything you needed to know. 

You knocked again, sighing. You weren’t the brightest bulb in the Kingdom, but this was a new low for you. You should’ve known that your idea was absolutely shitty. Not even Bowser himself would’ve ever thought of such a prank… well, not like he had anyone relationship-wise to use that prank on.

Even though you weren’t sure Mario was listening, you began to speak. “Look,” you began softly. “I just…” You just what? What were you going to say to fix this? You had no intention of ever actually breaking up with Mario, but he probably thinks otherwise now. “I… um… I’m sorry. I meant for that to be a prank, not… not anything serious.”

Silence.

You frowned, eyes feeling hot and heavy. In a way, you felt like a sad puppy, trying to beg for forgiveness. “Shit… I just wanted to get your heart beating a little– I really just wanted it to be a simple prank. When you looked at me like that, my mind went blank– I-I couldn’t get anything out.”

…

There was a languid sigh before footsteps could be heard. The door slowly creaked open.

Mario stood before you, his expression a mix of confusion, concern, and hurt. His normally cheerful demeanor seemed overshadowed by the weight of your ill-conceived prank. You could see the hurt in his eyes, and it pained you to think that you were the cause of it.

"Look, I didn't mean to upset you," you continued, your voice filled with genuine remorse. "I should have known better than to play with something as important as our relationship. It was… thoughtless of me, and I'm truly sorry."

Mario remained silent for a moment, his gaze locked with yours. Then, he let out a sigh and spoke softly, "I know you… you didn't mean it, but it still hurt. Relationships are, ah… are built ona trust, and when you-ah pretended to break up with me, even as a prank, it made me question that trust."

You blinked rapidly, a bit surprised that he spoke up. He wasn’t the best with English and was typically mute, so it was very much a surprise to you when you heard his voice. His words struck a chord within you, and after a pause, you felt a wave of guilt wash over. You had taken for granted the bond you shared with Mario, and now you were facing the consequences of your actions.

You took in a steading breath, closing your eyes for a moment. “I’m very sorry– I was being… stupid. I just wanted to make you laugh…”

He reached over to grab your hands, giving them a light squeeze. He said a few words in Italian– something you couldn’t really understand, but his tone sounded comforting so you relaxed. Mario's touch and comforting tone eased the tension that had built up within you, and you allowed your shoulders to sink. His actions spoke louder than any language, conveying his forgiveness and understanding. You opened your eyes and gazed into his own, feeling a mixture of gratitude and relief.

“Can we… uhm… forget that this ever happened and go cook dinner together?” You asked a bit sheepishly. 

Mario nodded gently, his grip on your hands tightening slightly. It was as if he wanted to convey his reassurance and support through the simple act of touch. You couldn't help but be reminded of all the times he had been there for you, rescuing you from dangerous situations, and providing comfort in difficult times. Mario had always been the embodiment of resilience and optimism, and his ability to forgive and move forward was a testament to his character. It was a reminder of why you fell in love with him in the first place.

Mario's lips curled up into a small smile, a glimmer of warmth returning to his eyes. "Si, let's-a-go," he replied, his voice gentle and reassuring. He released your hands, gesturing for you to go ahead of him.

You walked through the house and over to the small kitchenette. Mario had always loved cooking, and it had become a shared passion between the two of you.

He stepped over to the cabinet, pulling out a pan. With a renewed determination to make amends, you approached Mario and wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace. He paused, placing the pan onto the countertop before smiling, turning around, and hugging you back. In that moment, you knew that things would be okay– that your relationship was strong enough to overcome your stupid mistake.

Together, you spent the evening preparing a delicious meal, laughter and lightness returning to your interactions. As you chopped vegetables and stirred pots, the tension of the earlier misunderstanding melted away, replaced by a deeper understanding and appreciation for one another.