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sparkles-rule-4eva · 18 days

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

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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phantoms-world-and-more · 1 year

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Dannys villain ark .2

Danny was doing his usual wandering through the infinite realms and talking to his sister.

It's been a few months since he left and according to the news articles in his home universe jazz was redefining the term " ripping them a new one".

He was so proud of his sister, he often sent her some of the things he found, like books from forgotten historys and phyciatritrist books from other universes.

He was also discovering new powers, like shapshifting, telekinesis, night vision, slight omnipotence from clockwork and afew awesome others.

He was just hanging out in the gap between universes when he heard a small "meaw"

He looked and saw a cat, but he had orange fur and black stripes along his body, not un normal, but the blood red eyes amd weird collor told a different story.

The cat itself was hurt and bleeding from his back paw, and kept meowing for help.

Danny sighed cursed his budding obssession again and went to help the cat.

He used his ice powers to numb the paw before he pulled out his first aid kit, he disinfected the cut and wrapped it in bandages, he felt around the rest of the cats body, there seemed to be some brusing around the neck above the collar but no broken bones, he once again uned his ice powers to numb the pain.

After treating the cats wounds, the cat walked over and sat in his lap, softly purring away.

Danny started to pet the cat and decided to stay for a bit.

It was not 20 minuest later a teenager in a suit, claws and had his hair done up like a certain fruitloop he knew, came slightly running to where danny was and calling out 'Teekl!' At the top of his voice.

The cat on danny lap perked up at the sound and then looked at danny expectantly.

Danny sighed and just knew this weirdo was the cats owner. On the bright side he now knew the cats name, silver lining or whatever the hell people say.

Danny stood up, the now dubbed Teekl, safely purring in his arms, he started to walk towards to still yelling weirdo and said.

"You'll lose your voice like that"

That was the wrong thing to say, as the weirdo spun around and blasted him with a red beam that looked annoyingly similar to plasmus maximus.

" woaw woaw! Fire at me all you like but dont bring this cutie into it!"

Danny sreamed as he doged then held uo the confused kitty. The weirdo, for his part, looks slightly guilty for almost frying his cat but oddly enough he flew past anger and into confusion as he stared at the purring cat.

"How ... how did you get Teekl!? And how did you get her like...that?"

The weirdo gestured to the purring kitty.

"Put away the fire and I'll tell ya"

Over the next hour danny and the weirdo, now named klarion, talked about how danny met Teekl and how he got her purring on his lap. Strangly enough they bacame fast friends.

Klarion started to rant about people called the 'Justiase league' ruining his plans, danny asked about what plan and he told him.

Klarion, while enjoying himself with his new friend, was waiting for the other shoe to drop. People didnt like him, either he was to much or they didnt like the whole evil thing. So after he told danny about his evil plans that the Justiase league were ruining, klarion expected him to run.

What he didnt expect was advice on how to improve his plans and pull a fast one on the JL. And the stuff he said was good! Like super villain levels evil!

Danny gave klarion another one of the phones with his number in it and explained it to him. Danny told klarion a little about his past, nothing in detail.

Just when they were about to part ways klarion safely holding Teekl in his arms and danny with his bag over his back, danny showed klarion a picture.

It was of a red headed woman with blue eyes, in the photo klarion could see vindictive satisfaction in her eyes. When danny told him that this was his sister he searched for the resemblance.

Then danny threatoned him. Said that while jazz isn't in the DC universe and that they didnt have any business harming eachother, danny told klarion that if he ever hurt his sister, he would make ending him a dream he will never reach. It felt sufficating, and klarion knew that if he ever so much as touched this ' jazz' he'd be far worse than dead.

He noded his head in underatanding and left, with a new knowledge to avoid a certain universe in the infinite realms.

It was less than a month later when klarion called danny to rant about the JL again, danny listened and even agreed with him in some parts.

Then he gave klarion advice, klarion wrote up a copy of his next plan and sent it to danny for some help, though if you asked him he'd tell you he was just bragging to his new friend. And if danny sent it back with a few alterations that happened to get the win for klarion when he used that plan, he didnt expect any gratitude.

And if klarion started to spend more time with danny in person, and on the phone.

Pulling pranks wars, plotting plans and sometimes just talking, while keeping danny a closly garded secret and away from battels,

And if klaron started to genuinely feel attached to danny that was no ones business but klarion and Teekl.

#danny phantom #fic prompt #daily prompt #dc x dp #danny fenton #dp x dc #dc #op danny #smart danny #klarion #teekl #danny helping klarion #dannys the bad guy but not evil #klaron has a friend #prank wars #jazz fenton #danny is threatening #klaron dosent mind

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Prank Wars

Summary: Prank wars. You just hate them.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam Winchester

Warnings: language, fun, crack, pranks, a/b/o dynamics, implied polyamory, scenting, cuddling & snuggling

A/N: Consider this nonsense.

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“What the fuck!” Sam exclaims loudly. He flings the book he just read across the table, cursing loudly. “Dean! That’s not funny.”

“It was damn funny,” Dean snickers as his brother gets up from his chair. “You are trembling, Sammy.” The hunter snorts. “Payback for the salt in my beer.”

“You put a picture of a clown into my book! You glued it to the pages,” the younger brother mutters. “You know I hate clowns.”

“You are scared of clowns,” Dean corrects. “That’s a difference. I only wanted to pay you back. Remember, you started this with the spoon in my mouth.”

“Guys, not again,” you huff as the brothers are about to start another prank war. “How old are you? You are grown-ass men. Stop pulling pranks!”

“Sweetheart, stay out of this,” you roll your eyes. “You shouldn’t get involved in one of our infamous prank wars,” the hunter tuts. “You’re too sensitive and won’t survive our pranks.”

“I didn’t want to get involved in your shit show,” pursing your lips you point at the dent in the wall next to your favorite seat. “Last time you almost hit my head. You threw a fucking stone at me.”

“In my defense, I wanted to hit Sammy’s laptop,” Dean argues. As if it makes up for the dent in the wall and the fact that you almost peed your pants. “I didn’t want to hit you, Y/N.”

“You almost killed me with that stone, Dean. Your pranks always get out of hand, and someone will get hurt sooner or later,” you complain loudly. “Stop it right now.”

You slam your laptop shut and glare at Dean. “Sweetheart, we promise to keep you out of this,” he purrs. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“A clown,” Sam grunts. “You glued a clown to my book, Dean. That’s not funny! You ruined the book!”

“I bought a copy, Sammy. Your precious book is in my room,” Dean flashes his brother a smile. “I wouldn’t dare to ruin one of the million books at the bunker.”

While the brothers start to bicker again, you grab your laptop and silently leave the library.

You’ll be damned if you get involved in their nonsense this time.

“Y-ou put hair remover into my shower gel,” Sam growls. “My chest is smooth, Dean. SMOOTH! You know Y/N will get mad! She’ll call me dolphin chest again!”

Dean only snickers. After Sam put laxatives into his coffee, he’s out for blood.

“Well then, she will snuggle into my chest, Sammy.”

“Dean! What did you do this time?” you stare at Sam’s naked chest. “Where is all the fluff?” you wildly gesture toward Sam’s hairless chest. “How dare you put your hands on his fluff!”

“Sweetheart, I still got a hairy chest—” Dean takes off his shirt to reveal his chest to you. “See, I got it all. Let’s cuddle and forget about Sammy’s smooth chest.”

“Hey! I’m still talking to you, Dean. You ruined my chest,” you cock a brow as Sam snarls in his brother’s direction. They are about to fight for real.

“You ruined shower sex for me and Y/N! I didn’t make it out of the bathroom for the whole day. I had to—” Dean huffs, “poop all day!”

“Ah, good times,” Sam nods knowingly. “I’ll do it again. Maybe I put some more in this time…”

“That is enough!” you snap at Sam. “This is over. If you ever want to get your knot inside of me, or even scent me, you will stop this shit right now.”

“What?” the brothers say in unison. “Baby! Sweetheart!”

“I’ll be waiting in our bedroom,” you batt your eyelashes. “If the two of you want to make up, and make things up to me, come to our room and promise to stop this war.”

You storm off, not looking back at your alphas.

“Uh-I wanna touch our omega,” Dean swallows thickly. He looks at his brother, brows furrowed.

“Armistice?” Sam offers.

“Armistice,” Dean agrees.

“Now we only need to decide who’ll be allowed to scent her first,” Sam grins. “How about a round of rock, paper, scissors…”

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#dean winchester #sam winchester #Prank Wars #sam x reader x dean #dean x reader x sam #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader

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A Documented List of All of Ayrton Senna's and Gerhard Berger's Pranks on Each Other

Source: this Reddit post (thank you deleted Reddit user, you're a real one)

For those who don't know, from 1990 to 1992, Berger and Senna were teammates, they also pranked each other constantly, pranks that were approved by Ron Dennis himself, here's a list of all the pranks and goofs they played on each other

The Briefcase Incident: During the Italian GP weekend, Senna and Berger were riding a helicopter over Monza, during the flight, Senna was showing off his new tailor made carbon fiber composite briefcase, Senna argued that because of it being carbon fiber, it would be impossible to destroy, Berger tested Senna's hypothesis by throwing the briefcase off the helicopter, the briefcase reportedly fell somewhere on the track and was retrieved

The Hose Incident: several days before the race, at a dinner that Senna and Berger attended, many people were getting thrown into the pool as a joke, Berger escaped and Senna ran away to his room, Berger chased him down, Senna threw a glass of water at him in self defense, now the game was on, Berger and the guests concocted an extension to a hose and slid it under his bedroom door at 3 in the morning, Senna jumped through the window to escape, according to Berger "it looked as if a bomb exploded in his room"

The Frog Incident: During their stay at Australia, Berger filled Senna's hotel room with 12 frogs, according to Berger, they were more like toads, Senna stormed to confront Berger, he said "i've spent an hour catching 12 frogs in my room" Berger replied "did you find the snake?", Senna responded by buying an extremely strong smelling French cheese, stuck into Berger's AC unit, and cranked it up

The Shaving Cream Incident: On the night of an important dinner with Honda Executives, Senna decided to fill Berger's shoes with shaving cream, forcing him to attend this important dinner with a tuxedo and running shoes, Berger tried to take revenge by mixing 4 sleeping pills into some orange juice the day of the Japanese GP, but the suspicious drink was denied, Note: some reports say that the drink was offered to Senna, others state it was offered to Maurício Gugelmin, a fellow Brazilian who was in on the original prank and was driving for Layton house at the time

The Passport Incident: possibly one of the funniest pranks, during a trip to Argentina, Senna's passport was checked, only to find his photo had been replaced with, according to Ron Dennis " an equivalent-sized piece of male genitalia" i.e a picture of cock and balls, this might seem hilarious to you, but airport security didn't find it funny, and Senna was detained for 24 hours, as revenge, Senna superglued all of Berger's credit cards together

Honorable mentions: The Pembrey Circuit Incident: During a test at Pembrey Circuit in Wales, a very small track with a confusing layout, Mclaren engineers purposely gave Senna wrong instructions on the correct layout of the track, after 3 laps, Senna storms back to his mechanics, yells "you funny fuckers" then did a 180 spin and drove 3 laps on the right layout

The Lancia Incident: during the first day of testing for the 1995 Season, now at Ferrari, Berger and Jean Alesi stole Jean Todt's Lancia Delta, and while riding around in it, Berger decided it would be funny to rip the handbrake, they crashed and flipped Jean Todt's car, Alesi had to be taken to the hospital, when Jean Todt asked Berger what happened to his car, Berger replied that he and Alesi had "put some slight curb marks on the roof"

Bonus stories from the comment section:

#ayrton senna #gerhard berger #jean alesi #ron dennis #senna-berger prank wars #f1 #classic f1 #prank wars #historical prank wars

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ask-gale · 6 months

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"Gale, darling! Were you able to finally organize every single book in your possession after I misplaced every bookmark you had in them?"

Astarion asks, leaning casually up against the large boulder that was next to Gale's tent as he inspects his nailbeds nonchalantly.

"Yes...and I mean every. Single. Book."

A deep shit eating grin creeps across Astarion's face.

(Insight check: Successful!) Oh GODS. Did Astarion look through Gale's super secret diary?!

-@astariondisapproves

Panic rises in Gale as he realizes the implication. His head snaps around to Astarion and he shoots him a frenzied look, appearing like he's about to pop a blood vessel.

"Astarion, answer me honestly... Did you merely move the bookmarks, or did you read some of those books as well?"

#gale of waterdeep #gale roleplay #gale rp #gale dekarios #bg3 rp #gale #bg3 roleplay #baldurs gate gale #bg3 gale #astarion #astarion roleplay #astarion rp #astarion bg3 #regulars: astariondisapproves #prank wars

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Diego (brainstorming ideas for pranking Mal): How much could a serial killer mask possibly cost? Carlos: Well it’s hard to find a high-quality one made out of leather or silicone, but if you did find a good one like that it’d be a couple thousands of dollars. I can try to hook you up with one but I don’t know if I’d be very successful. Diego: Huh, that’s pretty interesting actually- Wait, how the hell do you know that? Carlos: …I am very passionate about Halloween.

#diego de vil #carlos de vil #cousins #mal #but she's only mentioned #disney descendants #isle of the lost #isle of the lost incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #best friend life #halloween #its true I swear #best friends #prank wars #hexenwrites

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atthedamsnackbar14 · 3 months

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The Great Prank War

One day on the Argo II Percy had accidentally spilled blue Gatorade all over Leo's hair tripping on something.

From there Leo vowed revenge and snuck hot pink hair die into Percy's shampoo and conditioner. Piper had helped him because, how dare Percy ruin her little brother's hair. Plus she wanted to see Percy with hot pink hair.

Percy retaliated planting a glitter bomb in his room, provided by Piper, because she wanted to.

It then turned into an all out war among the three of them, none of the other's daring to draw the line of fire to them.

Piper had switched between both sides for awhile until they both pranked her. From then on there were truces, betrayals, and double to quadruple agents. Nobody really knew who was on whose side, but it didn't really matter.

Annabeth eventually had to step in to stop it when it started to affect their quests. They did, for awhile. Until the 'Festus Incident' and the second great prank war was started, this time a secret one.

Travis and Connor and the Hermes cabin had joined in during the second great prank war. It somehow turned into a camp wide thing. Not even your own cabin mated were your allies.

Chiron hated it but saw it was helping the campers.

Mr. D just loved seeing all the campers causing chaos.

#percy jackson #piper mclean #leo valdez #camp half blood #prank wars

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 7 months

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For more of this chapter, please click the AO3 link below!

Peace Talks

AU Types- University/Pranks

Word Prompt- Peace

Dialogue Prompt- “no, I’m not dating your brother”

Summary: Bilbo and Thorin have been involved in a long term prank war that Frerin is determined to end.

Bilbo took notice of the coffee staining the front of his shirt and had to fight off a sadistic grin as he packed up his teaching materials. From Oakenshield’s clenched fist, he could tell he was unsuccessful.

“Coffee was off limits.” Durin growled. “And especially when you coerced my nephews into helping you. The petroleum jelly on the outside of the mug is one of their pranks.”

“You want to talk about off limits? What about messing with my powerpoint last week!” Bilbo snapped. “Besides, I didn’t even have to promise Kili extra credit. He volunteered to help. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have papers to grade.”

Thorin grabbed his arm to stop him, his blue eyes still blazing with fury as he pulled Bilbo in close enough to feel his warm breath on his face.

“Putting pictures of the animated Aladdin in your powerpoint was funny and you know it. Quit using my family in this childish feud.”

Bilbo scoffed. “Big words coming from the one who started it.”

“You put itching powder in my rugby kit!”

“You put blue dye in my shampoo!”

“Are you two STILL involved in your little prank war?”

#shameless reblog #sunny reposts things to ao3 #the hobbit #bagginshield #year of bagginshield #university #prank wars

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digital-chance · 5 months

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why is it that whenever im like "i will work on this specific wip and i will get something done for it" i ALWAYS end up starting a new one??

anyways, i started a short fanfic featuring my hyperfixation stucky and it's about them doing pranks on each other. im having a blast but i need more prank ideas

#me #writing #thoughts #wips #fanfic #stucky #prank wars

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mayonnaisetoffees · 2 years

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Taking the Fall

(read on ao3)

Based on this incorrect quotes based on this malcolm in the middle scene.

Eddie fucked up. Eddie is man enough to admit when he fucks up and he fucked up.

“Who wants to make fifty bucks?” Eddie asked, skidding into the living room. He grabbed onto the doorframe on his way in to stop him from sliding too far and ending up falling. Again.

His housemates gaped at him. Eddie caught a glimpse of his reflection in the window and... yeah. He hadn’t looked this crazed since Vecna. Robin and Chrissy were sprawled on the couch, Nancy in the chair, and Jonathan was lying flat on his back on the floor. There wasn’t exactly anywhere to hide in the room if none of them agreed.

“How?” Nancy asked.

“I need someone to take the fall,” Eddie said quickly.

“Oh my god...” Steve’s voice came down the hall from the bathroom.

“What did you do?” Jonathan sat up, absolutely delighted, the dick.

“I can’t tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked.”

“Oh my God!” Steve yelled. Eddie was so dead.

“Make it a hundred.” Robin said, trying to hold back her laughter.

“Deal!” Eddie lunged across to the couch to shake her hand.

“Cash up front, Munson.”

Eddie ran to his lunchbox in the kitchen, scrambling to get the bills to fling back at her before Steve made it to the living room. His voice was getting higher, louder, and closer by the second.

In Eddie’s defence, he hadn’t started it. That award, surprisingly or perhaps not, went to Miss Cunningham. It had started simple enough, she had switched out the sugar and the salt. Since Eddie and Nancy were the only ones who drank coffee with sugar in the morning (Steve and Jonathan took it black, and Robin described herself as naturally caffeinated), they had fallen victim to it first, and swiftly vowed vengeance. Chrissy had recruited Robin to her side, and it was off.

So far, neither Steve nor Jonathan had taken part or been the victim. Eddie suspected on Jonathan’s side it was the memory of having a prank war when your sister had actual superpowers. In Steve’s case, Eddie thought it was probably fear of having either team turn on him.

The rules were simple: There were no rul-

No, the rules actually were simple:

People caught in the crossfire were unfortunate, but no targeting anyone not involved.

No recruiting the kids. (Again: actual superpowers. Plus Max had a wicked sense of humour, Will knew how to cut to the core of someone, Mike had once won a prank war against Nancy but neither of them will ever speak of what happened, Dustin had Suzie, and the Sinclairs had so much blackmail material already)

No fucking with anything actually important. (No messing with engines or gas tanks, no touching anyone’s instruments, no harming any records or cassettes - not that anyone would do the last one since Vecna).

No using anyone’s trauma against them.

The most recent prank had been Chrissy and Robin filling the bedroom Nancy, Eddie, and Steve slept in with cups of kool-aid. Literally filling it. Eddie didn’t even know they had that many solo cups, nevermind how they managed to fill the room without any of them waking up. Credit where credit’s due. It had been an absolute nightmare because they couldn’t spill a single one without risking dyeing the entire carpet red.

Which was how Eddie had gotten the idea for his most recent prank. It was flawless. Everyone mostly had their own products in the shower. A mixture of personal preferences, specific needs, and what they were used to. The only two who regularly shared shampoo and conditioner were Robin and Chrissy, who had bonded their first grocery trip over using the same kind.

The issue had come about twenty minutes ago.

“Eddie, can you add my conditioner to the grocery list? I forgot I’m out. I’m gonna use Robin’s again, but I still need to get mine.” Steve had called over his shoulder as he went into the bathroom. Eddie had hummed his agreement and thought nothing of it.

That was until he had heard the water stop, and a faint, what the hell? from the bathroom and remembered. Luckily, Eddie had had about a minute head start while Steve waited for the steam to clear enough for him to get his glasses and verify what Eddie already knew.

Steve stormed into the living room. All eyes were instantly on him as Robin hastily shoved the money into her pocket. There was absolute silence in the room for a solid ten seconds as they all stared at Steve as his eyes cut to each of them in turn.

“Why the hell,” Steve started, almost over-enunciating in his anger, “is my hair fucking blue?”

“I did it!” Robin, to her credit, yelled instantly. “I turned your hair blue! I... uh... thought it was time for a change, you know? And you’re always saying what a great colour blue is, but I thought, you know, Steve is never gonna do this for himself so I’ll do it for him! So I- I mean, what I did was, I put hair dye in your stuff. Do you not like it or-”

“Rob,” Steve cut her off, “I used your conditioner. Why the hell would you put hair dye in your conditioner?” And... shit. Eddie hadn’t thought of that. Yeah, this was falling down around his ears already.

“Baby...” Eddie started in his sweetest voice, and Steve turned to glare at him, face unimpressed. Eddie broke immediately. “I totally forgot until you were already done with your shower, I swear. It was meant for those two menaces. And, to be fair, it probably wouldn’t have been as bright if you just washed your conditioner off normally rather than hanging around for fifteen minutes or whatever.”

“Oh I’m sorry, are we arguing that this is my fault?!”

“Well, not entirely, just the brightness-”

“Dude,” Jonathan broke in, “quit while you’re not even ahead, man.”

That seemed to be the final straw for Nancy, who started laughing so hard Eddie was worried she was going to hurt herself. Steve whipped around to glare at her too, slightly blue water droplets flying out from his still damp hair. That was it for the rest of them, cracking into howls of laughter.

A few minutes later, they were still laughing, tears streaming down their faces, and clutching at their stomachs. Steve, the only one not laughing, had stormed out to finish drying his hair. Eddie actually thought this might be how he would die. He had his arms around himself, trying to stop the painful stitch, and yet could not stop laughing. Steve eventually came back in, hair dry but flat and unstyled. He unceremoniously pulled Jonathan upright and out of the room.

“Come on, Byers. Let’s see what prank wars with El and Will taught you.”

#prank wars #crack #this is actually part three of my polycule series but it can be read stand alone it doesn't have details just a bit of crack #stranger things #steddie #ronance #jancy #stancy #stranger things polycule #eddie/chrissy #stoncy

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