#my april fools mischief

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

Do you see the vision. Do you catch my drift.

[thedorfmirrin]

Edgar is going out as an Evil Clown this 'ween!! 🎃🖤🧡🤡🧡🖤🎃

bc he noticed I am on a clown kick this year x'3

Have a happy Spooky Day everyone!! Hope you gets tons of treats!!!!✨🍭🍬

[sailordingus]

the worst part about finally making a personal? no triple boop badges for me. my power..... it's been stripped ... wrested away..... i am a SHELL of my former GLORY!!!!

[callmeredarrows]

*evil laughter*

[adaru32]

Happy Easter Fools weekend, everyone! Mwahahahaha!

[simplydnp]

What do you think Dan and Phil will do in 2025?what kinda mischief will they get themselves in this time.

i'm a little sus of their 'prepare for the march thing' that they've alluded to in a preshow qna. there's also the 'you haven't seen dan and phil 2.0 yet' comment. but mischief? hmmm

i forsee a wdapteo 5 in our future. people have suggested it as 'promo' for the uk leg, but most of those shows are sold out already (and have been for months LMAO)

i desperately hope they film one of the london shows, so tit can be posted to yt

im also so sus of the iceland show, i'll say it. there's gonna be Something that goes down, either at the show or after.

february is gonna be quiet; they need the rest and so do we.

march: dog. and we'll all go wild. his name will either be john or barkypants.

im not sure how they'll top this year's april fools, but i'm sure it'll be much less produced and even more insane (just cause i don't see them returning to dapc)

tit is finally posted to youtube, they sell the merch online, though no dad hats bc they can't keep up with the paperwork for all of us

they couldn't do it this year bc tour so i'm predicting dnp pride merch

will they travel for summer again? i think they enjoyed turkiye. they'll find a way to be even more boyfriends if they do

they give confirmation that the phouse will never be finished actually

...september is a great time to get married wouldn't you agree

they clown on us so bad by being bert and ernie for halloween

calendar theme: dan and phil and a goddamn good night's sleep

they're gonna do gamingmas and none of us will be ready for the 'ultimate' video on the 24th

(my not so secret wish this year is for a dan iom picture again 🙏)

[arilevenatz]

Chasing Shadows - TEASER

Pairing: popular guy!yeosang x chubby!fem!reader

Genre: Angst (?), fluff

Word count: 582

Posted! Click here to read chasing Shadows!

Warnings: kinda frat boy yeosang, him and his friends are handsome (yes that's a warning), reader has anxiety, she is also insecure, anxiety attacks, yeo is cheeky, like really cheeky, you might wanna flick him a bit, bestfriend! San and wooyoung, suicide mentioned. Lmk if I missed any!!

AN: y'all bear with me this is my first time posting on Tumblr, I'm still figuring out stuff. I had a dream about this and I decided that I'm gonna write a yeo fic. And also if you wanna get tagged, you can give your @ in the comments I'll tag y'all. And also please reblog and like, so I can get more motivated!!

"stop mocking me. I know people like you. you guys go up to girls like me and say you like them only to say 'April fools' or say 'its a dare' later. I hate guys like you"

His grin fades, his expression turning serious, but his eyes still hold a glint of mischief. "You really think that's what I'm doing?" He tilts his head to the side, studying your face intently. He maintains eye contact, his expression unreadable. He sees the suspicion in your eyes, and it only seems to fuel his mischievous glint. He leans forward, his voice lowering. "Let me ask you something..." He studies your face intently, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "First off... do I look like I have a problem finding girls to talk to?" He gestures to himself, a hint of pride in his tone. "And second..." His voice drops lower as he deliberately maintains eye contact. "Second what?" You shout.

He leans in closer, and says "Second, would I really waste my time pretending to like someone just to play an April Fool's prank?" His words send a shiver down your spine as he pulls back, his eyes never leaving yours. "Or maybe..." He looks at you with a half-smirk, half-serious expression "You're actually quite... interesting. Not many people stand up to me like you do." His eyes crinkle again as he studies your reaction "And hey..." He reaches over and lightly taps your finger. You retreat your hand from his touch. His expression shifts to a playful pout, though his eyes still hold a glint of amusement "Wow, so I'm not even worthy of a tiny hand tap?" He leans back in his chair, studying your defensive posture with interest "You're not scared of me, are you?" He chuckles low in his throat, his gaze never leaving yours. "listen, can I not just like you? I like you. I want to be with you"

"No! people don't simply like girls like me" you felt like crying, but you can't. His expression turns mockingly serious, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, so you're saying you're not likeable? You think I can't like you because you're... what?" He crosses his arms, leaning forward again, his curiosity piqued.

"You know what I am"

"No I don't"

"Fuck. Fine! Im fat and ugly"

His face freezes and for a moment, he looks genuinely shocked. But then, he lets out a harsh laugh. "Fat and ugly? He shakes his head, his gaze raking over your form appraisingly. "You really think that's what I see when I look at you?"

"You don't need to look at me like that, I am like that so fuck off I don't need you laughing at my face."

You stand up harshly, take your bag and walk outside the library. He follows you and grabs your upper arm, not harshly but firmly enough to hold your attention. "Listen carefully..." His voice softens, losing its usual mocking tone. "I'm not some creep who goes around lying to get in girls' pants." You open your mouth to say something but he quickly shits you off. "You know what I see when I look at you? I see someone who's honest, even if it hurts. I see someone who's strong, even when they feel weak. And I see someone who's fucking beautiful, inside and out."

[nightwriter357]

Just friends - Those two are so obvious

Soo.. here's part two of my Damien Haas x reader story called 'Just friends'. I'm really enjoying writing this and I hope you guys don't mind that the chapters are a bit shorter than usual.

Love you all xxx

Those two are so obvious

You sat on the couch with your roommates, Damien and Shayne, finally winding down for Friday night. The comforting hum of the television filled the room, punctuated only by the occasional laughter from Shayne or the soft clinking of ice in your drink. It was a rare relief after a long week, and you were soaking it in, savoring every sip as you leaned back into the plush cushions. The chaos of work and responsibilities faded away, leaving just the three of you in this cozy bubble.

Shayne glanced at his phone, swiping through messages before looking up with a thoughtful expression. “So... I was thinking—if it’s cool with you guys—that I might have Courtney over tonight?” His tone was casual, but you could sense the hint of excitement in his voice.

You and Damien exchanged a look, eyebrows raised. Damien leaned forward with a smirk. "Sooo... like a date?"

Shayne's face scrunched in protest. "No, more like a movie night on the couch."

You took a sip, nodding as if pondering deeply. "Oh, so like... a date?"

Rolling his eyes, Shayne waved a hand. "No, not a date—just two friends watching a movie. Like you two did last week."

You tilted your head, your smirk growing. "Totally different. Damien and I didn't cuddle and gaze into each other's eyes."

Shayne shot you a pointed look. "Yeah? Because I came home to find you two fast asleep in each other's arms on this exact couch."

You nudged his arm defensively. "Hey, that was different. I was... sad."

Shayne huffed a laugh. "Yeah, because of the emotional depth of 'Shallow Hal'?"

Damien rested a hand on your shoulder, shaking his head in solidarity. "No, the whole concept of the movie was sad."

You looked back at Damien, nodding with mock seriousness. "Exactly."

Shayne shook his head, still smiling. "So... can I invite her over?"

"Of course," you said, waving him off. "We'll clear out, maybe have a movie night of our own."

Damien's eyes lit up. "Oh, definitely."

Shayne grinned. "Good. 'Cause she's already on her way."

You leaned back with a smirk. "So what would you have done if we'd said no?"

Shayne didn't miss a beat, shrugging with a deadpan expression. "Killed you."

There was a beat of silence as the words hung in the air, then Damien let out a laugh, nudging you. "Well," he chuckled, "guess we dodged a bullet."

You snorted, giving Shayne a look. "Good to know where we stand."

The two of you headed into Damien's room, where he quickly shuffled around, clearing some space on the bed. He turned back to you, gesturing around the room. "Alright, so what's the plan?"

You folded your arms, already plotting. "We spy on them, gather intel, then nudge the conversation in the right direction until they're planning a wedding. April Fool's Day, obviously."

Damien raised a brow. "Of course—April Fool's Day. Any reason?"

You looked back at him and shrugged. "It would be funny."

He grinned. "Can't argue with that. Alright, what's step one?"

You leaned forward, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, as if plotting some grand heist. "Wait for her to show up," you said, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Then we peek out and assess. Get a vibe check... and when the moment's right, we go out there and nudge them in the right direction."

Damien glanced at the floor with a chuckle. "So... You and I are spending the night crouched on my floor?"

You shrugged, playful. "Kind of your dream night, huh?"

He rolled his eyes, but his smile softened. "Not... too far off."

Damien handed you a pillow, which you placed under your elbows on the floor. His shoulder pressed lightly against yours as you both leaned into the doorway, his hand steadying you as you adjusted for a better view.

Courtney's knock broke the quiet, and Shayne scrambled up, fussing with his hair before heading to the door. You shared a smirk with Damien as the two of you huddled in his doorway, peeking through a small crack.

"Here we go," you whispered, already fighting back a laugh.

Shayne pulled open the door, giving Courtney a too-casual "Hey." She stepped inside, giving a friendly smile.

"Hey! Where is everyone?" she asked, looking around.

"They're, uh hanging out in their rooms... ," Shayne replied, shrugging. "So, it's just us tonight."

Damien leaned in close to whisper, "Oh, he's playing it cool."

You rolled your eyes, grinning. "If 'cool' means obvious."

They settled on the couch, a cautious gap between them as they started chatting about the most random topics—music, the weather, a funny story about Ian from last week. They were trying too hard, and it was obvious.

Damien nudged you, his arm brushing yours as he tilted his head toward Shayne and Courtney. "You see the popcorn bowl? Not a single move toward it. Classic sign of 'we're just friends.'"

You stifled a laugh, shaking your head. "They're keeping so much distance, it's painful. I mean, who sits that far apart on a couch?"

You exchanged a look, then turned back to the "show" on the couch, both leaning even closer to watch Shayne nervously fidget with his glass. When Courtney finally nudged him, he jumped like she'd shocked him.

"Oh, look," Damien murmured. "We've got an arm touch. Monumental progress."

You bit your lip to keep from laughing as Shayne looked like he was holding his breath, his eyes glued to his drink, while Courtney seemed perfectly at ease. "Poor guy's panicking," you whispered. "He is basically packing up and moving into the friendzone."

They kept talking, Shayne leaning back and stretching his arm along the back of the couch—near Courtney, but not quite touching her.

"Textbook," Damien said, barely able to contain his grin. "That's him definitely not putting his arm around her."

You leaned even closer to Damien, squeezing into the small doorway space, your shoulders brushing again. For a second, you thought you heard Shayne mention your names, but they quickly shifted the conversation.

"Do you think they're talking about us?" you whispered, pressing your ear closer.

Damien leaned down too, his cheek right next to yours. "Probably, I mean it's an interesting topic of conversation, right?"

"Of course," you snickered, watching as Shayne and Courtney's laughter softened, their voices dropping a little.

You both froze as the silence from the living room stretched out, watching as they glanced at each other, then away. You couldn't help but notice how the whole situation felt eerily familiar.

"They're really going for the 'friends who stare at each other occasionally' approach," Damien whispered.

"Totally normal, just two friends, hanging out. Just the two of them watching a bad romantic comedy on a friday evening, totally platonic" you replied, your words trailing off as you both focused on the scene in front of you.

In the quiet, you and Damien watched, barely breathing, heads close, his shoulder brushing yours as he leaned in. You could feel his breath as he shifted a little to peek over your shoulder, but neither of you moved an inch away.

"Think they'll make a move?" he asked, his eyes drifting from the scene on the couch to linger on you instead

You shrugged lightly, rolling your eyes and missing his glance.  "Not likely. Those two are so obvious, it's painful. I mean, how can you be so clueless? How can she not see that he likes her?"

Damien swallowed, his eyes still fixed on you "Yeah... how can she not?"

He paused for a moment, deep in thought, before an idea seemed to spark in his eyes. "I should totally go out there and give Shayne a little push. He clearly needs it."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And how do you plan to do that?"

Damien straightened up, a playful glint in his eyes. "You'll see," he declared, his tone light but determined. "Wish me luck!"

You watched him leave, a grin creeping onto your face as you stayed back and observed from the doorway.

As you peeked in, you could hear Damien's voice, a hint of nervousness in his tone. "So, uh, you know, I once knew these people..." He paused, glancing between Shayne and Courtney like he was piecing it together as he went along. "They were great friends who spent so much time together, and then one day, they realized they had feelings for each other. It was kind of wild, right?" He shot a glance at you, clearly trying to gauge if this was working.

Courtney raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, but Shayne seemed oblivious, focused on the movie. You held your breath, hoping it would spark something.

Damien continued, leaning forward slightly. "It's amazing how easy it can be to miss the signs. You could be hanging out, laughing, and then suddenly you realize—hey, maybe this could be something more." He glanced at you again, a hint of vulnerability in his expression. You gave him an encouraging nod from the doorway, urging him to keep going.

"Speaking of that," Damien pressed on, his voice steady but earnest, his eyes flickering between you and Courtney. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his hands fidgeting in front of him. "I'm in this situation.. right now. With someone I really like, but we're just friends." He hesitated, running a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture that betrayed his confidence. "I mean, I would hate to lose what we have. It means so much to me."

As he spoke, he crossed his arms tightly, a protective barrier around himself. "What if we tried to take it further and things didn't work out? I'd be terrified of messing everything up." He sighed deeply, uncrossing his arms and letting his hands fall to his sides, a gesture of surrender. "Sometimes it feels safer to just stay as friends, you know? I keep thinking about all the fun we have together, and I wouldn't want to ruin that by making things weird."

That caught Shayne's attention. "Dude, that's complicated," he said, finally pulling himself from the screen.

You bit your lip, wanting to jump in but deciding to let Damien lead for now.

"Exactly!" Damien replied, turning back to Courtney. "If you were in a similar situation, what would you do? I mean, how do you even tell someone that you want more? There's always that risk of it going south and losing the friendship. I don't know if I could handle that."

Courtney leaned forward, her expression turning serious. "Well, I'd probably want to make sure the feelings are mutual before making a move," she said thoughtfully. "But at the same time, if you really care about the friendship.. maybe it isn't worth it"

You felt a surge of anxiety as Damien's words seemed to sway Courtney, and it hit you that he might be convincing her to reconsider her feelings. 

Just then, you decided it was time to make your presence known. "Speaking of feelings, I'm feeling... up for snacks" you called out, stepping into the room.

You stepped into the room with a bright smile, blurting out, "You two make such a good team. It's great to see friends who get along so well. You should definitely hang out more, just the two of you."

With a playful urgency, you practically dragged Damien back toward the doorway, your heart racing as you tried to shift the energy in the room. "Come on, let's grab some snacks! We need to keep our energy up for the next round of movie watching!" You flashed a hopeful grin at Courtney, hoping to lighten the mood.

Damien looked at you, confusion and gratitude flashing in his eyes, as if he was thankful for your interruption. "Uh, yeah, snacks sound great," he said, following your lead with a slightly bewildered smile.

As you pulled him away towards his bedroom, you could hear courtney from the couch, "Are they drunk?"

Shayne nodded with a serious expression on his face, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Yes. Yes, they are," he replied, glancing back at you two with a smirk that hinted at his amusement.

You closed the door behind you, the soft click of the latch creating a small barrier from the outside world. Lowering your voice, urgency creeping in, you turned to Damien, your hands resting on your hips. "What were you thinking in there? You were about to talk Courtney out of making a move!"

Damien chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair again, his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed through the strands. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, a sign of his lingering tension. "I didn't mean to, I just... I got caught up in it."

You smiled at him, your playful confidence returning. "Well, at least I totally saved it."

He looked back at you, a hint of mischief  in his eyes as he tilted his head. "Oh yeah? I beg to differ," he said, a teasing grin breaking through the remnants of his earlier unease.

You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall with a smirk. "You know, you're as bad as Shayne when it comes to this stuff. Seriously, do you even know how to flirt?"

Damien's eyes widened in mock horror. "Absolutely not true! I can flirt!"

"Oh yeah?" you challenged, raising an eyebrow. "Show me then. How would you seduce someone?"

He paused for a moment, his playful grin turning more confident as he stepped closer, invading your personal space just enough to make your heart race. The intensity in his gaze sent a jolt through you. You felt a strange flutter in your stomach, something you couldn't quite name.

"Alright, watch and learn," he said, leaning in slightly, lowering his voice. "You've got to make them feel special, you know?" He reached out, lightly brushing your arm with his fingers, letting his touch linger a moment longer than necessary. You swallowed hard, your breath hitching as a shiver ran down your spine.

"It's all about connection," he continued, his gaze locking onto yours. "Then you lean in and give them a compliment." He hesitated, and you could feel the tension. "Like, I don't know, you look really fucking great tonight."

You felt your cheeks warm at his words, an unfamiliar flutter in your stomach. Had he really just said that? "Okay, not bad," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "I mean, you don't have the ooze that I do but I guess that's a fine start" 

Just as you both laughed, your phone buzzed on the table, breaking the moment. You glanced at the screen, your heart sinking as you saw it was a text from your ex.

"Hey, we should probably meet up next week. I need to get my stuff back. Don't want to drag this out any longer. You know how it is."

You felt the weight of his words and the emotions they stirred inside you. Without thinking, you sank to the floor, your back resting against the door. The moment felt so fragile, and you hated the reminder of your past.

Damien followed you down, sitting beside you on the floor.

You grimaced, feeling a mix of annoyance and reluctance. "Ugh, look at this. He wants to meet up next week to exchange our things."

Damien furrowed his brow, his expression shifting to concern as he leaned closer to read the text. He reached out, gently taking your hand in his, his warmth grounding you amid the chaos. "What an idiot," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "You know you don't have to see him, right?"

You sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and hurt. "I'll be fine. I just wish he hadn't left me for somebody else. It just makes me feel like trash."

"Like I said... idiot," Damien replied, his voice firm, a hint of anger bubbling beneath the surface. His grip tightened slightly on your hand.

After a beat, you leaned your head on his shoulder, finding comfort in his presence. You glanced around the room, a small chuckle escaping your lips. "So... you and I are spending the night crouched on your floor?"

He shrugged, a playful smile creeping onto his face as he looked down at you. "Kind of my dream night," he said, his voice softening, a hint of sincerity shining through.

[homestuckteam]

APRIL NEWSPOST

Posted on 1 April 2024 by James

Hi, James here. You might be wondering “Hee Hee, Hoo Hoo, I wonder what trickery and mischief the HS:BC team has cooked up for me on this most devilish of days..” Fortunately for everyone I have no elaborate April Fool’s Day joke for you. It is my most sacred belief that you can be a fool any day of the year if you have a prankster’s heart.

We got a pretty important date to celebrate coming up this month. That’s right. My birthday is this week. Oh and I guess the 15th anniversary of Homestuck. On 4/13 the team and I will be doing a little community stream. The Plan is to draw together on a shared canvas, answer some questions, and maybe play a game or two while just casually chatting with you guys. I know a handful of other people have 4/13 streams planned, so we’re keeping it pretty casual. Hope to see you there. We’ll post more details soon.

In HS:BC news, we had a long meeting yesterday finalizing some big in-comic events so we can get the ball rolling on production. Some of it is testing the waters on what we’re able to do as a team, and I think you’ll really like it.

If you’re subbed to the Patreon, we did a poll over there a while back and it looked like people were overwhelmingly in favor of spreading out the bonus content over the span of the month so if you don’t see your usual tier reward just yet, don’t worry. We’re thinking we’ll try out a weekly drop. If it doesn’t work we’ll just go back to doing it all at once on the 1st.

As always, thanks for reading. I’ll see you a bit later this month!

[baesimss]

simmisota calendar overview

while i continue to work on more world overviews. i thought it would be cool to share what a calendar year looks like in my simmisota save file. i will continue to update this post as my calendar changes and holidays are added/removed.

in my game there are 21 day seasons, which gives me a total of 84 days in a year. i did my best to find a good balance of having holidays for my sim to celebrate but also having enough free days for my sims to celebrate birthdays, events and just live normal days.

please note: this calendar overview does not reflect any of my sim's personal birthdays, events nor does it reflect any game festivals or events.

let's get into the specific holidays i like to include in my game:

spring overview

spring cleaning: a semi-annual holiday for sims to cleanse their homes and prep for the new season ahead. traditions include: cleaning, do laundry, go grocery shopping.

tax day: a day where sims are required to pay their taxes. i accomplish this by using kiarasims4 tax day mod. traditions include: file tax return.

easter: a religious holiday. traditions include: attend holiday ceremony, baking, egg hunt, family dinner, flower bunny.

self-care day: a day for sims to take off work/school and cater to their mental, physical and spiritual wellness. traditions include: art & music spirit, health & wellness day, massage, meditate, relax in sauna, no school/work.

april fool's day: a day that encourages sims to be silly & have fun. traditions include: ding dong ditch, mischief spirit.

mary jane day: for my sims who enjoy a little flower. traditions include: smoking weed.

earth day: a day for sims to cater to the planet. traditions include: beach cleanup, gardening, volunteer.

mother's day: a day to love & appreciate all the mama sims. tradition's include: family dinner, gift a parent, hug parent, thankful spirirt, no work for women.

world art day: a day to appreciate all forms of the arts. traditions include: art & music spirirt, art exhibition, view art, watch live performance, watch a movie.

remembrance day: a day to reflect, mourn & appreciate loved ones who have passed. traditions include: hug parent, remembrance, thankful spirirt, visit family members.

prom: an event for high school seniors. traditions include: dancing, drinking, visit crush, party spirit.

summer overview

father's day: a day to love & appreciate all the sim daddys. traditions include: family dinner, gift a parent, hug parent, thankful spirirt, no work for men.

senior skip day: a day for high school seniors to ditch school. traditions include: party spirit.

graduation / last day of school: the last day of school for all sims and graduation for high school and college seniors. traditions: include: thankful spirit.

summer vacation: no school for the summer. traditions include: school holidays, water fun, play with toys, games.

simdependence day: traditionally a day to celebrate the history of simmisota and simnation but has become more about fireworks, bbqs & pool parties. traditions include: bbq, drinking, fireworks, go swimming, kiddie pool, no school/work.

1st day of school: marks the return to school for the next school year. traditions include: hug parent, make seasonal craft, read a book, writing skill.

fall overview

fall cleaning: a semi-annual holiday for sims to cleanse their homes and prep for the new season ahead. traditions include: cleaning, do laundry, go grocery shopping.

labor day: a vacation day for all employed sims, in appreciation for all the hard work they do. most sims use it to catch up with friends and go on dates. traditions include chat with someone, romantic spirirt, visit friends, no work.

self-care day: a day for sims to take off work/school and cater to their mental, physical and spiritual wellness. traditions include: bath, cook healthy, do a yoga routine, health & wellness day, meditate, no school/work.

halloween: a spooky holiday where sims enjoy dressing up, eating candy and watching scary movies. traditions include: carve pumpkin, halloween party, haunted house, trick or treat, wear costumes.

homecoming game: the highly anticipated football match between ubrite and foxbury. there are often a ton of college parties before and after the game. traditions include: sports tv, play cards, party spirirt, air grievances.

thanksgiving: a holiday for sims to appreciate their loved ones with a big feast. traditions include: donate, harvestfest, thankful spirirt, grand meal, visit family members, no school/work.

black friday: a capitalist holiday where sims to flock to the stores in search of good deals for the holidays. traditions include: go shopping, no school.

winter overview

winter vacation: a seasonal break in the school year. traditions include: no school.

christmas eve: a day for sims to get into the holiday spirit and prep for christmas day. traditions include: baking, build snowpal, father winter, volunteer, make seasonal craft, no school/work.

christmas: a religious holiday that has become a day for sims celebrate their loved ones with gifts and a big feast. traditions include: attend holiday ceremony, donate, festive spirirt, grand meal, open presents, no school/work.

new year's eve: a day for sims to reflect and celebrate on the past year, most sims are still on a high from christmas. traditions include: countdown to midnight, dancing, drinking, play with toys, no school/work.

new year's day: a day for sims to get focused on their goals for the year ahead. traditions include: cook healthy, make resolutions, journal, read a book, travel to the gym, no school/work.

bookworm day: a day that encourages sims to embrace their love of literature, no matter the genre. traditions include: read a book, tell stories.

super bowl sunday: the day of the annual championship football game - sims often host parties to watch the game together. traditions include: air grievances, drinking, eat pizza, sports tv.

valentine's day: a day for sims to get into the romantic spirit and show appreciation to their partners. traditions include: go on a date, romantic spirit, visit crush, woohoo, watch romantic tv.

wcif?

all of my traditions are from the following creators: kiarasims4, caradriel, littlemssam, & msqsims.

21 day seasons mod is from littlemssam

tax day mod is from kiarasims4

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[jess-the-vampire]

This may be a bit much to ask but remember when you made that spiderverse like drawing for the Pip in time Au for that April fools comic @celestialscribbler made for it

Well I was wondering sense across the spiderverse came out you could do something for that

You can ignore this if that’s a lot

sorry this took forever, stuff happened, i had it in my wips for so long but now i finally finished it.

thanks for the recommendations for this one guys!

anyways! Hope you like!

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[ambermotta]

Lokean Holidays

art by Sceith-A

With holiday season coming up across all cultures, I have decided to do a little something in honor of one of my own dedicated deities — Loki. Following the holiday theme (and looking forward to one of my favorite Loki festivals), today's post is all about Loki-specific holidays.

I will start off by saying that He does not have any known traditional holidays. We have no surviving evidence of any Loki-specific Holidays, and few evidence of Loki even being worshipped in ancient times.

So keep in mind these are all modern holidays that many lokeans (those who follow Loki) have adopted.

It's also important to note that not every lokean follows all, if any of these.

And lastly, I won't mention any of the usual norse pagan holidays, but you can definitely still honor Loki on those alongside other norse deities. It's just that they are not specific to him.

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Loki Fool's Day

April 1st

This was probably one of the first lokean holidays created, in honor of Loki as a Trickster and deity of Mischief.

It was proposed by Dagulf Loptson in his book "Playing with Fire", but I believe many of Loki's followers already thought of Loki during April Fool's before that.

Ideas:

Have fun

Play games

Make jokes and pull tricks

Reflect on Loki as a trickster deity and the trickster archetype in all its forms

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Lokabrenna

July – August (roughly)

The star Sirius was known to the norse people as Lokabrenna ("burning done by Loki", "Loki's torch"). The star would be gone for one half of the year, so when it reappeared at its highest point, that would be the date of Lokabrenna. Because of the connection to Loki's name, the day of Lokabrenna became a modern lokean holiday.

The date varies because it's connected to when the star Sirius shows up in the sky, so it depends on location.

In the southern hemisphere, Sirius can be seen throughout the year. In this case, Lokabrenna can be celebrated when it shows during both morning and evening, rising with the Sun.

You can adopt a date between the beginning of July to the end of August for convenience.

The following reddit post (at r/lokean) details one way you can find out the day of Lokabrenna for your location:

Ideas:

Prapare a ritual for Loki

Celebrate the comming season (summer in northern hemisphere, winter in southern hemisphere)

Meditate on Loki as a fire good and bringer of light, knowledge and creativity

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Loki Sponge Cake Day

September 4th

TW: brief mention of bullying

This holiday popped up in the community as an anti-bullying holiday. Basically, this happened because someone got mad at a lokean who got some store bought sponge cake as an offering to Loki and shamed them for it.

So this is a holiday to commemorate modern offerings and promote anti-bullying.

Ideas:

Anti-bullying awareness.

Get some store bought cake or other modern stuff to give as offerings and celebrate

Reflect on Loki as a deity of the Outcasts

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Loki's Holiday

December 13th

This holiday was proposed by Dagulf Loptson in his book "Playing with Fire".

This is because, on Dec 13th in Scandinavia, there is the feast of St. Lucia and the festival of light, which would symbolize the coming of light in the midst of darkness.

In his book Loptson states that he had asked Loki if there was a special day he could celebrate him, and the answer was Dec 13th, which he later learned was the day of St. Lucia.

So yes, this is the author's UPG, but it was widely adopted by the community.

In scandinavian countries the date also used to mark the Winter Solstice. As the longest night of the year, it was believed that all sorts of foul creatures would roam the earth, and the bringing of light could symbolize safety and the hope of warmer days to come.

While Loki and Lucia may not be directly related, they share a relation in the sense that they may come as "light bearers". Thus, many lokeans find it fitting to honor Loki on this day.

Ideas:

Celebrate the coming of light and Loki as a deity that brings fire, warmth and light

Give gingerbread treats, cakes, cookies, sweets, etc, as offerings

Celebrate with other Lokeans!

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Loki and Sigyn — 4th Day of Yule

December 23th

art by Ksenia Svincova

There is actually very little information on this holiday and how it came to be, and not many lokeans celebrate it.

So you may take this with a grain of salt.

From what I could find this one is actually tied to celebrating the 4th day of Yule and it honors both Loki and Sigyn.

It is a day to celebrate love (especially queer love) and devotion, as Sigyn loved Loki unconditionally, despite everything that he did and that had happened to him.

Supposedly, it also coincides with Saturnalia (Roman holiday, Dec 17th-23th), a day where social order is turned upside down — which is very much a Loki thing to do, as demonstrated in Lokasenna.

That said, I personally don't think the correlation with Saturnalia fits most heathens' practice. But Sigyn and Loki's relationship is highly defined by Her actions after Lokasenna, so I can see how you could make a connection.

Ideas:

Celebrate love, queer love

Pour libations

Do healing work and cleansing rituals

Celebrate Loki and Sigyn's union

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That concludes this post. Even if you do not work with, worship, or follow Loki, I hope you enjoyed the post!

Thank you for reading!

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

"Sonic vs. Tails - The Ultimate April Fools Battle"

AO3 link if you'd rather read it there ;)

6:38 a.m.

Early on a Monday morning, Sonic awoke to a rocking sensation. For a moment it was nice, soothing even, and he thought perhaps he'd fallen asleep on a hammock or something.

Except, it was in fact not soft fabric beneath him, but wooden boards.

A faint smell of salt alerted him next. Then a strong gust of wind. Then the cry of a seagull.

A seagull?!

His eyes shot open and he sat bolt upright, panic immediately flooding his chest upon seeing a huge mass of water all around him. He found himself sitting in a wooden fishing boat, smack dab in the middle of it.

He jumped up to his feet with a squeak of true fear, wobbling as the rocking of the boat nearly made him lose his balance.

He raced to the pole where the sails were attached and jumped onto it, full-body clinging to it with both arms and legs. "HOW IN MOBIUS DID I GET OUT HERE?!" he yelled indignantly, as loudly as he could for having just woken up.

A snicker sounded above him, and he jerked his head up so fast he nearly got whiplash.

And whom should he see perched atop the sails post but his little brother, Tails, his namesakes waving around and mischief practically written all over his face.

"Happy April Fools," the smug little fox greeted him, still giggling.

Sonic relaxed slightly, but shot Tails a feigned death glare. "It's on," he shot back, unable to hide a smirk.

-

8:23 a.m.

He had to be subtle about this. Tails was obviously very well aware what day it was. He had to be sly.

So, for his first prank of many, Sonic ran out to buy a cheap whoopie cushion, then slipped it in the Tornado's cockpit, at a perfect angle so Tails wouldn't see it until it was too late.

He was pretty proud of himself for keeping it cool, going on runs and swinging back by the workshop every few minutes to see when Tails needed to go out for a flight.

Except it was taking too long.

If he didn't get that over with, all his time to come up with more pranks for the day would be gone. And that simply wouldn't do.

"Hey, Tails!" he called from the roof, where he'd been leisurely lounging for the past five minutes. "Wanna go for a shopping run?"

After a pause of silence filled only with the sound of some metal clanging, Tails called back, "For what? I thought we were stocked."

"No, we need more— flour." He quickly improvised, having not actually checked the pantry beforehand.

"Why do we need more flour?" Tails sounded both distracted and confused as he continued whatever he was clanging around with.

"Because bread." Sonic flipped onto the ground and leaned his head through the window. "We should make bread."

Tails finally pulled back his goggles and shot him a look. "Why do you want to make bread?"

"Don't question it, Tails! Why can't I be allowed to wanna try new stuff?"

"Because it's April Fools, that's why." Tails smirked and pulled his goggles back down, studying the chunks of metal he was abusing. "There's probably a prank waiting for me at the store or something."

Sonic clasped a hand to his chest dramatically. "You seriously think I went and sabotaged public property just to pull a prank on you?!"

Without missing a beat, and without shifting his eyes from his work, Tails replied, "Yeah."

Sonic huffed and crossed his arms. "Well, I didn't. And the only way for you to see that is to come on shopping with me. I'll even let you pick the store so that you can be sure."

Tails looked at him, arching a brow and resting one hand on his hip. "You're so random," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "You realize you can go shopping by yourself, right?"

"Well, sue me for wanting to spend time with my darling little brother," Sonic pouted, trying his best to pull off a puppy-dog-eyes look.

"Since when did you become so clingy?" Tails laughed, finally setting aside his things and flying over to the window.

Finally!

"It was inevitable. You're too loveable." Sonic yanked him into a hug, right before letting him start flying towards the Tornado.

"I don't know whether to feel touched or suspici—" Tails abruptly broke off as he hopped into the cockpit, and the whoopie cushion immediately squeezed beneath him, filling the air with its awful sounds.

His face went beet red for a moment, then he closed his eyes and sighed. Sonic had already fallen over laughing, tears springing to his eyes at Tails's expression.

"Bread, huh?" Tails sounded way too calm as he turned to face his brother, but there was a terrifying glint in his eyes.

"You bet!" Sonic laughed. "Come on, what are you waiting for? Let's go get flour!"

Tails picked up the whoopie cushion and hurled it full force at the hedgehog's face.

-

8:52 a.m.

After the whoopie cushion incident, Tails forced Sonic to go out shopping anyway. He even managed to trick him into thinking he was doing it as an apology.

Oh, was that poor hedgehog mistaken. He was so in for it. Tails had sent him out shopping— alone— so he could set up his revenge prank.

He decided to go with a simple one. Perhaps he would save the more intricate and wild pranks for later in the day.

This one would still be personal, though.

Barely suppressing a little cackle of glee, Tails snatched a large bottle of clear super glue and generously poured it all over the welcome mat at his front door. This glue wouldn't fully dry for another twenty to thirty minutes, and since Sonic was only getting one thing from the store, he wouldn't take nearly that long.

Sure enough, five minutes after he'd laid the prank, he heard the distinct BOOM in the distance of his brother's impending arrival.

Tails already knew Sonic wasn't going to notice the glue. If it wasn't immediately obvious, and he wasn't in danger, he didn't pay attention to detail like that.

The door handle jiggled for a moment, then was followed by a banging on the door. His muffled voice called, "Tails, if you're gonna send me out to buy stuff we don't actually need, the least you could do is leave the door unlocked for me to actually give you the stuff we don't need."

"Oh, dear chaos!" Tails called back, deliberately sounding way too dramatically surprised. "How did the door lock itself?!"

It didn't matter if Sonic caught on. If he was banging on the door, it was too late for him.

"I don't like your tone, young man." Sonic definitely sounded suspicious, and Tails could barely suppress his triumphant laughter.

"Sorry, Dad." With a snicker, he unlocked the door and swept it open, where he found Sonic standing with a hefty bag of flour, shooting him a look.

He was standing right in the middle of the super glue puddle.

"Seriously, bro? Locking me outside? That's the best you g-GAAUHH!" Sonic broke off as he tried to take a step forward, only to pull the entire doormat up with his foot and lose his balance. He tried desperately to right himself, but only ended up pinwheeling his arms, losing his grip on the bag of flour, and falling square on his chest. A second later, the bag of flour came down on his head and immediately popped open upon pricking his quills.

After the flour dust settled, the two brothers looked at each other for a solid ten seconds, the younger standing tall with his arms crossed and a smug smile, the older slumped on the ground, covered in flour to the point of looking like a ghost, glaring daggers.

He sneezed. "That was low. I like my kicks."

"They'll be fine," Tails insisted, brushing off the flour that had drifted into his fur. "I've got a solution that'll cancel out the glue."

Sonic shook himself off, then stood up and sneezed again. "You owe me twenty rings for the waste of perfectly good flour that we didn't need."

Tails stuck his tongue out at him, then started blowing the spilled flour out the door with his tails.

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9:35 a.m.

Sonic took a shower after the flour incident, and he made it quick enough so that Tails didn't have any time to try anything more on him, since he was still cleaning up said flour.

Once he'd gotten out and dried off, Tails brushed past him into the bathroom, and a few seconds later he heard the shower start up again.

No way there was this golden opportunity just dangling in front of him . . .

Grinning, Sonic first went to the kitchen and hit the switch for the power hose. Next time Tails went to wash the dishes, he was in for a little surprise.

Then, very quietly, he nudged the door open to the bathroom (where Tails was still in the shower), reached in, and flushed the toilet.

A second later, there was a high pitched "Yipe!" and one very startled, very wet fox kit scrambled out of the tub at the suddenly freezing water.

Sonic heard his name screeched furiously from over his shoulder as he laughed and booked it for the front door, only to catch on the doormat and faceplant the sidewalk, his socks now stuck in the super glue still coating the mat.

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10:14 a.m.

He deserved this fate, Tails claimed.

"It's called revenge!" Sonic yelled through the door from where he lay on the ground outside in the yard. "Sweet, totally fair, revenge! Can I have the anti solution for the glue now?"

"Nope," Tails called back.

"C'moooon. These are my last clean socks, I can't just take them off and put on dirty ones. Do you want me to defile the house with smelly feet?"

"Ohh, manipulation. That's a new one!"

"Tails!"

"Just wear flipflops. Or go barefoot. I dunno."

"I don't like flip flops!" Sonic squirmed onto his side. "And I don't like being barefoot! Running barefoot is painful!"

"Ah, well. Guess you'd better apologize for ruining my lovely shower and forfeit all your desserts to me for the next three months, if you ever want to run again."

"Sorry, who was being manipulative?"

"You were!"

Sonic huffed. "You know, I could just do laundry. Yeah. Do laundry and be free."

"Wow!" Tails sounded way too amazed. "That's so genius!"

"I'll wash all my socks! I'll wash all the socks!" With caution, Sonic forced his way back onto his feet, then hopped inside the house, doormat still attached. "I'll be free in a matter of . . . hours." He frowned. "Hey Tails, can dish soap clean clothes? And how fast does a fur dryer dry clothes?"

Tails was standing in the kitchen, pouring the remains of the flour that hadn't touched the floor into a canister. He eyed his brother for a moment, then smiled sweetly. "There's one way to find out."

Without thinking, Sonic broke into a relieved grin and started hopping his way into the kitchen. "Good, because if I have to be stuck like this for one—"

He turned the faucet on, and immediately a powerful spray of cold water shot out at his face from the power hose. He yelped and sputtered, immediately switching it off as he suddenly realized he'd fallen for his own prank.

Or, more likely, Tails had seen right through his prank, and had made him fall for it.

Sonic looked down at him, water dripping down his face and off his quills. Tails had lost his cool composure and was doubled over, squeaking with laughter.

-

10:30 a.m.

"I deserved that one," Sonic grumbled, toweling off his face.

Tails sat beside him on the porch, eyes closed in smug contentment as he brushed out his tails. "Yes. You did."

Sonic turned and grinned devilishly. "You realize this isn't over, lil bro."

Tails turned a fanged smile right back on him. "Far from it."

-

11:04 a.m.

Sonic burst through Amy's door and immediately said, "Ames, I need a favor!"

Amy nearly jumped out of her skin, dropping her paintbrush onto the carpet. She sighed, but picked it up without complaining, set it on the ledge of her painter's stand, and gave him her attention. "What's up?"

"Sorry for that," he said quickly, then added, "Could you make a batch of chocolate chip cookies, but like, make three of them with raisins instead?"

Amy wrinkled her forehead even as she smiled. "Wait, what? Why?"

"It's April Fools. I need to get back at Tails."

"Oh, no." Amy laughed as she stood up and started heading for her kitchen. "What'd he do?"

"Oh, many things." As Amy set to making the cookies, he told her all about the events of the day so far. He told her about the pranks on both sides, just to keep it fair.

Amy was aware of their April Fools traditions. The same basic thing had happened the past two years as well.

It had been last year that they learned the hard way not to prank Knuckles. Or Shadow.

"You should really learn to bake," Amy commented as she eventually pulled the batch out of the oven. "It's really very fun! And satisfying."

"You know what'll be satisfying?" He snickered. "The look on Tails's face when he thinks he's gonna taste chocolate and tastes raisins instead!"

Amy shook her head with an amused sigh. "That too, I guess."

They hung out together for another twenty minutes or so, then Sonic bid her farewell and took off back to the workshop.

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12:22 p.m.

Tails had resumed working on whatever project he'd been doing earlier that morning.

"Yo, Tails!" Sonic raced into the room, holding the container of cookies. "Amy made us cookies!"

"Ooh, she did?" Tails immediately paused what he was doing and lit up, but then suspicion clouded his face. "Wait . . . what's going on?"

"Bro, it's just cookies," Sonic laughed. "What, do you think they're poisoned?"

Tails kept hesitating, but Sonic could see him scenting the air. Since the majority of them were chocolate chip, he was detecting that— not the few raisins.

"Okay. I'll take one," he finally relented, and Sonic handed him one with raisins.

He started heading back to his project as he took a bite, but immediately stopped in his tracks. Sonic watched him stop chewing and look at the cookie for a long moment, then turn and shoot him a deadpan look.

"You're so mean," he complained, mouth still full with the bite he refused to swallow (he hated raisins). Then he tried to spit it out onto Sonic, who yelped and raced away, dropping the container of cookies on the floor.

Tails picked it up, having already figured out that most of the others were actually chocolate chip. Jokes on Sonic, now he had all the good cookies to himself.

-

1:01 p.m.

Their prank fest had delayed lunch a bit, so Sonic (after eventually returning) told Tails to kick back and relax while he made chili.

Tails seemed a little too pleased with the idea, but Sonic barely noticed, too hungry to care.

As he stirred through the pot, Tails watched him, grinning in anticipation for the meal. Earlier, while Sonic had been lying around the front yard with the doormat glued to his socks and complaining, Tails had switched out the salt and sugar.

Half an hour later or so, they sat down together to eat. It seemed Sonic thought they had reached a temporary truce, but oh, little did he know.

Tails deliberately took his sweet time in spooning the chili onto his hot dog, eyeing his brother in his corner vision. Sonic had made his in no time, digging in with two big bites before Tails had even finished dressing his.

Almost immediately Sonic paused, blinked a couple times, then kept chewing. Then paused again, frowning.

His eyes flicked to Tails, who quickly resumed dressing his chili dog.

Sonic finally swallowed. "That's weird."

"What's weird?" Tails asked innocently, actually being subtle this time.

"Chili tastes more like dessert." The hedgehog squinted at him. "Did you sabotage the chili cans?"

Tails sniffed. "How dare you accuse me."

"Did you?"

"No, I didn't. The cans were sealed, weren't they?"

"Hm." Sonic took another hesitant bite, but stopped again, shaking his head. "This tastes so weird. Have you tried yours?"

Tails shrugged. "Try salting it," he suggested, avoiding the question.

Sonic grabbed the salt shaker and generously covered his chili dog with its contents, then took another bite, only to actually choke over it this time.

"Okay, did you—?!" He snatched the shaker again, shook a little onto his finger, tasted it, then chucked it at Tails, who laughed and dove out of the way. "You switched the salt and sugar?!"

"Well, duh!" Tails switched to hovering over the table, snickering. "There are no truces today, dearest brother!"

Sonic threw the too-sweet chili dog at him next, inevitably splattering chili over the table.

"You're cleaning that up!" Tails called in a singsong voice. "I'm going out to Josef's Pasta Alla Paccico!"

"OH, NO YOU DON'T!"

-

2:10 p.m.

They both ended up eating out at Josef's, and even though they did truly call a ceasefire for a grand total of twenty-five minutes, they split the time between actually eating and blowing their straw wrappers at people, having mini sword fights with the butter knives, and constructing architecture with the plates and takeout boxes.

Needless to say, the only reason they didn't get kicked out was probably because both Sonic and Tails were practically world-renowned.

Not long after they returned to the workshop, Sonic inevitably crashed for a nap. He usually couldn't make it through a day without a nap at some point, which was always unfortunate for him on this particular day of the year.

Tails studied him where he slept, on a branch of the tree in his front yard. He knew he'd been the last one to pull something, but hey, who said they were taking turns?

There was simply no way he was passing this up.

First, he grabbed a sharpie and very carefully drew an elaborate mustache worthy of Eggman across his brother's face. He added a few random smiley faces on his cheek and arms, as well as the phrase "SLO-MO" on one shoulder.

Then he grabbed an assortment of potato chips and began carefully stacking them on his head, in his hands, on his stomach, in an entire tower.

He made sure to take pictures through the whole process, then— leaving him there to sleep, still covered in sharpie and potato chips— flew off to print the photos.

Going above and beyond, he put the printed photos in a fancy envelope, marked them as "priority mail," addressed them to Sonic's post office box, disguised himself, then dropped them off at the post office.

An hour passed after he had done all that, and Sonic finally stirred awake.

Upon seeing the stack of chips in front of him, he promptly fell out of the tree with a yelp, and Tails started giggling.

"What did you do to me?" Sonic whined, brushing all the crumbs off his head and chest as he stood up, still groggy.

"You think that's bad?" Tails teased. "Go check the mirror."

A look of horror filled his brother's eyes, then he was gone in a flash. Tails kept giggling, and laughed harder when he heard the yell from inside: "WHY DID YOU MAKE ME LOOK LIKE EGGFACE?!"

"It's called revenge!" Tails called back gleefully. "Sweet, totally fair, revenge!"

Sonic came storming back outside. "How dare you use my own words against me."

"Sorry," Tails told him insincerely.

His brother scrubbed at his cheek. "How long will it take for this to wash off?"

Tails shrugged. "A couple days, probably."

Sonic's resulting screech was loud enough to startle away all the nearby flickies.

-

4:32 p.m.

Sonic spent at least half an hour in the bathroom desperately trying to scrub the marker out of his fur, but only succeeded in making it fade a little.

"Taking advantage of my sleep cycle," he huffed, reaching out to mess up Tails's bangs from where the fox kit sat on the couch. "So rude."

Tails tried to fix his bangs, while Sonic flopped onto the other end of the couch. "Consider it payback for you dyeing my fur green last year."

"You still looked cool, at least!" Sonic protested. "If Egghead sees me like this, I'm never going to hear the end of it."

"I looked like a lime!" Tails shot back. "I had to hide from society for an entire month!"

"It wasn't a month."

"Three and a half weeks. Close enough."

"Mm."

Tails shot him a look, and Sonic reached over to mess up his bangs again. He was rewarded with a throw pillow to the face.

Sonic threw it back, and it was just about to escalate into a fully fledged pillow fight when the doorbell rang.

Both of them froze, and Sonic zipped away in a flash. "I'm not here! You don't know me! If anyone asks, I'm in Holoska on a nice, arctic vacation!"

"Chicken!" Tails taunted after him, then flew over to the door and pulled it open to find Amy and Knuckles standing on the other side.

(Thankfully, the super glue had dried hours before.)

"Hey, guys!" he greeted them, stepping back to let them in. "What's the occasion?"

Amy said sweetly, "We just wanted to make sure you and Sonic were doing okay!" at the same time Knuckles said, "We came to supervise."

Tails rolled his eyes. "We don't need babysitters."

Amy glanced around. "Did Sonic leave?"

Knuckles frowned as Tails snickered. "I guess he did. He's telling everyone he's going to Holoska."

"You can't stop me!" Sonic's muffled voice shouted from somewhere towards the back of the workshop.

"Nobody's trying!" Tails called back, his voice catching on a laugh. "Just be sure to warn Jari-Pekka about your new look!"

"New look?" Knuckles echoed.

Amy facepalmed. "What did you do to him?"

Tails waved a hand flippantly. "It'll come off in a few days."

"And this is why we thought you two needed supervision," Knuckles groaned. "Today always gets out of hand."

"Do we need to separate you two?" Amy asked, although she was grinning.

Sonic chose that moment to burst explosively out of the closet, zip to his brother's side, and pull him close in a protective hug. "No, don't separate us!" he insisted, forcing a huge smile. "Everything's going just fine!"

Knuckles and Amy took a solid ten seconds to stare at Tails's artwork all over Sonic's face, then started laughing, albeit good-naturedly.

Tails grinned at where he was still trapped in his brother's hold, only to start violently trying to squirm away when said brother slipped a sharpie out of hiding and started drawing his revenge on the fox's face.

-

6:00 p.m.

Knuckles and Amy chose to spend the rest of the day at the workshop with them, just to make sure things didn't get any crazier than they already had. By the time dinnertime arrived, both Sonic and Tails had sharpie all over their faces, although the "art" on Tails's face could hardly be called as such. Because of his squirming during the whole process, it was nothing more than random scribbles of blue in random places on his face.

"Next year I'll dye you blue," Sonic promised him as the four of them had dinner together (after Amy switched back the salt and sugar). "We can match!"

"Pass." Tails swallowed his bite. "I'll just look like some kind of mutant smurf."

Sonic snickered. "All the more reason to do it, then!"

Amy groaned. "Boys . . ."

"Hey, we should rope you into this!" Sonic exclaimed suddenly, staring straight at Amy.

"If you want a hammer to the face next, feel free!" Amy stuck her tongue out at him, although she had to hide a giggle.

"As long as you leave me out of it, do whatever you want," Knuckles put in wearily, sounding much like a parent tired of trying to control his children.

Tails smiled at all of them. Knuckles was right; this day was always crazy, and sure, things got out of hand sometimes. But he had no regrets. It was fun. It was a stupid way of bonding with his brother, and that was something he would never regret.

A Happy April Fools Day, indeed.

[morganbritton132]

I just know Eddie goes all out on April fools day! I’d love to see a Eddie munson tiktok saga post about April fools day to boost my mood x

(Thank you for all your amazing posts, they always make my day)

Saturday April 1st 2023, 7:32AM

Eddie is awake when Steve wakes up, which is not unusual so it does nothing to further the process of his senses coming back online. Steve doesn’t notice the mischief in Eddie’s smile or the camera when he mumbles a g’morning and stumbles his way into their ensuite bathroom.

Steve immediately comes back into the room with hands on hips. Eddie zooms in on the unimpressed look on his face and laughs when Steve points to his cheek where a crudely drawn dick is and states, “Get this off me.”

Saturday April 1st 2023, 11:06AM

Eddie posts a Tiktok from where he’s sitting on the kitchen island. Steve opens the fridge and a bunch of rubber snakes pop out at him. He is not fazed by it, but nearly jumps out of his skin when he turns around and sees the fake spider Eddie sat on the counter.

This video ends with Steve saying “Enough!” while Eddie is laughing his ass off.

Saturday April 1st 2023,  2:53PM

Eddie sets his phone up at the end of the deck in their backyard. He then proceeds to climb up on the railing next to the door leading into the house with a gigantic water balloon. The video speeds up to show that he was standing there for a long time before Steve opens the door.

Steve freezes, having spotted Eddie. They just stare at each other – Eddie with his giant water balloon held over his head and Steve who was letting Ozzy out for a bathroom break. Steve finally says, “You realize I’m not walking out there.”

“You don’t need to,” Eddie says and throws the balloon at him anyways. Steve yelps as he moves away, and you hear him laugh from inside the house.

Saturday April 1st 2023, 4:15PM

Eddie posts a compilation that starts with him holding a tiny remote. When he presses a button, you can hear the sound of a fly buzzing around the room. The video is then spliced with clip after clip throughout the day where you’ll hear the fly sound followed by Steve looking around and saying “Is there a fucking fly in here?” with increasing frustration.

Saturday April 1st 6:01PM

They’re eating dinner. Eddie dumps a bunch of broken pieces of uncooked noodles onto Steve’s plate of spaghetti and mixes it up while Steve messes around in the fridge. When he gets back to the table, he takes a bite and there’s an audible crunch.

Steve swallows hard and then starts coughing, wiping the smile that Eddie was trying to hide off his face. The smile is gone completely when Steve starts coughing up blood.

Eddie’s face goes white, “What the fuck? It was dry pasta!”

Steve gives up the act immediately and stops coughing. He gives Eddie an unimpressed look as he tosses a pack of blood capsules at him and says, “Yeah, I know. Stop fucking with me.”

[idv-sunsxin3]

can i request a scenario with pavia, horropedia, and diggers saying i love you to them for the first time 👀👉👈

Horropedia, Pavia, Diggers // "I Love You."

Note// Yes, I finished writing this on April Fool's. And no, I don't feel like getting pranked, but I don't mind being booped by moots/ih😇✨️

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"Y/N, come check this out!"

He was just about to talk to you more about the twin dolls he had on his gun at the moment he saw you enter the room. Noting the little details of their design, and even how he managed to make these mechanisms behave in such a complex manner of mischief to make them seem as unpredictable and intimidating to enemies.

He didn't expect you to suddenly say something much more intimate during one of these casual conversations you both usually share.

You were silently admiring the sight of his focused, intelligent eyes, the way his head tilts once in a while to inspect his work, and his incoherent mumbling to himself as if having some occasional internal debates. Until you blurted these words out.

"I love you."

His fingers halted for a bit once he heard you. His eyes stopped being fixed on his firearm to look at you. His features were notably shocked for a moment, yet it wasn't for long that they returned back to grinning once again. It isn't unsure whether it is because he's playing his cards again or not.

Nonetheless, his cheeks are lightly flustered with a soft hue. It could have been more noticeable if the lamp on his desk wasn't the only source of light in the dark room.

"I know." he replies calmly while throwing a sneaky look, "That’s very dangerous of you to say, though."

His observant eyes stare through yours as his face creeps closer to yours to the point your noses nearly touch. The statement indirectly reminds you of the several times he told you about how love stories tend to get disturbed by certain means of phenomenons, tragedies, and terrors caused by ruthless antagonists.

It is not often that lovers would end up happy together at the end of a horror movie. Sometimes, Horropedia would adapt these kinds of survival principles to real-life situations.

Yet even so, his hands find itself resting on yours. A strange sense of comfort sneaks through your skin by contact.

"It's bad for me... but I don't mind testing the waters with how long we can keep this up."

He interwines your fingers with his, as if they're meant to be that way... Just as the way your lips collide with his, the second he moved the last inch towards you.

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"I love you."

You softly said it as you played with your lover's hands. You were talking about a sad day that happened to you with him. In the end, Diggers managed to cheer you up a bit with his words of affirmation.

"I fancy you more, darling."

He wasn't hesitant on replying sweetly, his eyes half-lidded and droopy, but his smile warmth as the sunrise. He rubs your cheekbone gently with his thumbs while gazing at you lovingly, as if his hands were holding the world itself.

Once noticing you finish drinking from your cup, he unspeakably pulls away from your hold to fetch the jug of juice for a refill. Knowing you well, a single cup of juice won't quench your thirst in a sunny day at a van.

...

"... it's quite new to hear that from you."

Diggers realizes that you finally say the magic words for the very first time. The thought of hearing these words from you crosses his mind, noting how he hasn't heard them from somewhere at all until now.

He had this dumbfounded look for a moment until he made a tiny "o" shape on his mouth. Before not wasting a second to turn around and face back at you.

He was wearing that same glance as if he fell in love with you all over again. Seemingly, they rather looked happier than shock.

"Oh, my muse... my love, my sunshine, my moon, and all my stars."

He gushes delightfully in a low whisper, clearly impacted in the most wonderful way he has never thought of himself. He has this urge to embrace you and flutter you with smooches until he can't feel his lips -

Yet having this tiny fear of scaring you away with any sudden advances, he only surrounded you slowly in his arms before he planted a lingering kiss on your forehead. Connecting your foreheads once he closes his eyes and hums with a soft smile.

"You're the loveliest gift god has sent to me..." He whispers as he cradles your head with his hand in an adoring manner.

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You said it without thinking twice. Seeing him eat gelato with a spoon while still holding your hand with his unoccupied one was something special.

You slowly learn that he never had the plans to pull away at all. Not even whenever you take the initiative to hold hands, embrace one another, and start sneaking these whispers of affection in dark alleyways.

So after finishing the cold dessert, he walks you through the dark streets wanderlessly before turning to a corner. You pull him by the arm close to you so you can lean on him, but this gesture made Pavia pull you back and swing you towards the wall- pinning you against it.

"Now what, bella? Do you really want to stick around here?"

He sounds a bit annoyed by the tone on his question, yet the way he gently brushes his jewelry from his knuckles on your cheek says otherwise.

"Aren't you quite a crazy one?"

"Mm.." You hum as you lean on his touch, "I get that a lot."

"What are you trying to say to me now then, mm..?"

"...I love you."

You now sounded quiet but clear enough to the other. Your lips were close enough to his ear that he could feel you breathing softly against him.

"...?"

The mercenary finds himself dropping his hands from the sides of your head to wrap his deadly arms around you. They rest firmly on your hip and lower back while his back is now leaning on the brick wall once he swing your back around.

"..."

Pavia acts like it was nothing serious at first when he heard you, his eyes unreadable through his shades as he scrutinizes your face like a predator does to a prey for a few silent seconds. However, the tone of his voice remains inexpicable and probably a malicious mischief.

"Oh, you're dancing with fire, little daredevil..."

That's when he grabs you by the collar before smashing your lips with his, swiftly bringing you deeper into the alleyway...

"Two can play this game~"

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Several days later, you find yourself being led by him to your house that is now piled up with a lot of boxes that are filled with gifts. Most of them bring a variety of different jewelries.

"I got them as souvenirs, but it turns out none of them are my style... Keep them. whether you like it or not, I'm looking forward to seeing you trying one of them~"

Obviously hinting that these gifts were bought for you;;

[star-going-supernova]

Okay, here’s a prompt I’m a bit surprised I haven’t seen yet. Only three words, but with near infinite potential.

Gregory. April Fools.

Have fun.

I’m picturing the kids as being thirteen or fourteen in this one. 

Expectations (And the Breaking of Them)

Cassie couldn’t help but snicker to herself at how tense her classmates and teacher were that morning. Some kept eyeing the doorway, perhaps praying that Gregory wouldn’t walk through it on today of all days. 

April Fools Day.

Gregory’s pranks the previous year were a thing of legend, and she truly regretted having been out that week with the flu. Rumor had it that multiple teachers had been clamoring to give him detention (or even have him suspended) for some of his stunts, but the true brilliance of his school-wide torment wasn’t how elaborate or funny or distracting the pranks were. It was that there was no proof that Gregory was the culprit. 

Oh, everyone knew, of course. But they had no way to truly pin any of it on him, and it was even less of a secret that his moms would gladly rip into the administration if their son was punished for something without proof of guilt. 

The only thing the teachers had on him was being one of the five instigators of a massive food fight during lunch. 

Needless to say, Gregory had a lot to live up to this year, and all his potential victims were already flinching. 

At last, Gregory sauntered into the classroom with a satisfied grin. Over a dozen pairs of wary eyes zeroed in on him. 

“Hey, Cassie,” he greeted her as slid into her desk behind her. 

“Good morning,” she replied dryly. 

He chuckled. “It certainly is.” 

Attendance was taken soon after, and hour by hour, the day passed by agonizingly slowly. Every time Gregory made a sound or shifted in his seat or raised his hand, someone would flinch or duck or give him a suspicious look. Their teacher looked like she dearly wanted to refuse when Gregory asked to go to the bathroom, and she watched the clock like a hawk until he came back an ordinary amount of time later. 

But nothing happened. 

Lunch arrived, and many students cautiously checked their lunches for tampering. Even those who’d bought their lunch were hesitant to eat. Cassie sat beside him as usual, and they chatted about their after school plans while everyone else watched Gregory over their shoulders for any signs of mischief. 

But nothing happened. 

Gregory was a model student for the remainder of the day as well, even as the spark in his eyes never dimmed. The silence during their final free period was thick; the unlucky few to be seated in Gregory’s immediate vicinity unsubtly scooted their desks away until only Cassie remained in a five foot radius around him. 

But the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, and nothing happened. 

• • •

Once they were safely far away from any potential eavesdroppers, Cassie finally let out all the laughter she’d been swallowing back. Gregory joined in, snickering gleefully as they walked down the sidewalk to Cassie’s house. 

“They were all so afraid!” she giggled. “Everyone was acting like you were about to explode or something!” 

“I could practically taste their fear,” Gregory said proudly. 

“Best April Fools ever.” 

“Not yet, it’s not.” Gregory pulled out a phone that wasn’t his and tapped around for a minute before holding the screen out to her. “Care to do the honors, my dear partner in crime?” 

“Gladly.” And Cassie tapped a single button, launching the prank to end all pranks that she had spent most of the day setting up. Because while everyone else had been so focused on Gregory, no one had paid any attention to her—not as she’d fiddled on that very phone, not as she took an extra long bathroom trip, and not even as she slipped into the main office under the guise of making copies for her teacher. 

It’d been Gregory’s idea, just as much as it’d been his idea that he would effortlessly keep the spotlight on himself while she put everything into place. 

A moment later, their phones received an official email from the official administration email address sent to all students and parents announcing there would be no school the next day on account of “a prank that has caused some property damage.” No doubt, everyone would assume it was the prank they’d all been expecting from Gregory. 

The teachers, though, would be getting no such email. In the morning, they would be faced quite bewilderingly with a completely and utterly empty school.

The phone, borrowed from the pizzaplex’s lost and found, would be returned to the box of junk that evening, wiped clean of any incriminating evidence. No one would ever know how, or even truly who, had pulled off a prank that got everyone a free day—

—but it was generally accepted to be the best prank ever committed at their school, and Gregory was the favorite suspect. Naturally. And while no one would ever seriously suspect kind, quiet Cassie as an accomplice, there were some who noticed that that April Fools Day, her eyes had been just as bright with mischief as her best friend’s.