not enough duct tape

anonymous asked:

hiya! I just read "see you on the other side" by damnitgreenberg and I'm addicted to the whole concept of it!! do u happen to kno of any more fics that focus on the pack overall? like maybe on their strained relationships w their parents and/ or them dealing w trauma and what not and preferably with sterek as one of the couples. Thank u in advanced!

Here’s some pack feels. - Anastasia

Originally posted by wolfeverything

See You on the Other Side by damnitgreenberg

(18/18 I 146,077 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles isn’t doing so well on the ‘dealing with life’ front. He’ll admit to that freely, okay? But he quickly discovers he isn’t the only one, and that person’s inability to adapt and roll with the punches may cost Stiles his own life.


Feels Like Belonging by nan

(1/1 I 2,513 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles isn’t sure why all these werewolves think they have access to his bed. The explanation is just. Weird.

Revelations by Inell

(1/1 I 8,657 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles finally gets some answers about why the Hales left Beacon Hills without ever looking back. He’s the one answering questions later, though, when his pack finds out about his mate bond with Derek.

The truth about love (comes at 3 AM) by Finduilas

(1/1 I 9,587 I Explicit I Sterek)

When the pack gets locked in at Derek’s new loft during a snowstorm, they play ‘truth or dare’ to pass the time.

keeping the stars apart by unpossible

(10/10 I 15,285 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek watches that sharp brain come fully online.
“Oh God,” Stiles says, and now he smells of embarrassment. “Fuck. I just- did I just have a fucking panic attack in front of Jackson?”
“It’s okay,” he says simply.
“Really. Is it.” Stiles sighs without looking up. “Well. At least I wasn’t naked.”

ladybugs by thepsychicclam

(1/1 I 20,723 I Explicit I Sterek)

It’s Saturday night, and Derek Hale is at Toys R Us. Shopping for Leapfrog games. If asked, it wasn’t exactly how he pictured his life. Or his Saturday nights.

In which Derek and Stiles have been married for ten years, have two kids, and are planning their five year old’s birthday party.

Where The Wild Things Are by DeadWalker

(4/4 I 30,049 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek finds a boy in the woods. He might not have realized it then, but that is the moment his whole life changes.

And You Say You’re Alone by taelynhawker

(1/1 I 30,314 I Explicit I Sterek)

Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter’s untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.

Stilinski’s Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain

(1/1 35,197 I Teen I Sterek)

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.” 

“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.

Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding: 

DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

Living With Lycanthropy by WhoNatural

(1/1 I 44,095 I Explicit I Sterek)

AKA: The Sterek Rival Bakeries AU

Wherein they both own bakeries, Stiles tries not to run his grandmother’s legacy into the ground, Laura wants to be a better alpha, and Derek can’t seem to get Stiles’ attention the regular way - so naturally, he accidentally initiates a prank war.

(Or, if Teen Wolf was more like Gilmore Girls, with everyone far too invested in whether the Hale boy and the Sheriff’s kid will work it out, and Laura Hale wrote a handbook for alpha werewolves.)

The Strength of the Wolf by tolieawake

(18/? I 50,254 I Teen I Sterek)

In the end, it’s only Lydia and Stiles left. Alone and desperate, oh so desperate. Desperate times and desperate measures and all that, but emphasis on the times.

With nothing else left to lose, they find a way to change it all. And Stiles may just figure out the key to stopping everything that ever went wrong - well, from Peter onwards.

Because he’s older and wiser (sort-of) and beginning to understand in a way that he never did before.

After all, the strength of the wolf is the pack, right?

There’s Monsters at Home by calrissian18

(6/6 I 83,582 I Explicit I Sterek)

“How did you get past the wards?” Derek had put them up, with Peter’s grudging assistance, after the Alpha pack had made themselves at home a few times too many.

The guy pulled a face. “You mean the wards a five-year-old girl with the mental ability of a goldfish could deconstruct?” He blinked wide eyes at Derek. “Gee, I don’t know. It’s bound to go down as one of life’s great mysteries.”

Derek despised him.

All the Weird Kids (Know How to Take it Slow) by Ionaonie

(26/26 I 112,477 I General I Sterek)

Stiles never thought being part of a werewolf Pack would end up being so normal. Even being around Derek had a degree of normality about it. Even if he was still an overbearing jerk most of the time.

How the heck did I make that Ahsoka Tano headpiece??? A tutorial with lots and lots of pictures

Hey! So I liked have gotten some messages about how I made my headpieces for my Clone Wars season 3-5 Ahsoka cosplay.

Message no more (well actually keep messaging if you want, I like getting messages) because here it is, all in one place! Be warned, there are tons of pictures below the cut~

Ahsoka Tano, Clone Wars Season 3-5 Headpiece: Lekku (headtails) and Montrals (horns)

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Help A Guy Out

Summary: Reader rescues Dean on a hunt but he doesn’t get set free right away…

Square Filled: Duct Tape

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,400ish

Rating: explicit (smut (bondage), language)

A/N: Written/created for @spnkinkbingo

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“I don’t think you’re allowed back here.”

“I carve my own path, but I’m not opposed to following another’s.”

“See, that’s the great thing about being stuck with me. I’m gorgeous.”

“There’s not enough duct tape in the world to keep me from speaking up when I need to.”

“We’re going to be so late and I don’t even have a decent excuse to use.”

“I don’t remember volunteering for this.”


Women Who Kill
The Murder Of Girly Chew Hossencofft

Malaysian born, Girly Chew, went on a dream holiday to America in the early 1990’s and whilst at Seaworld, Girly believed she had met the dream man, Dr Diazen Hossencofft. By 1993 the pair married and had settled in New Mexico, but in January 1999 Girly had moved out and filed for divorce. A dark secret, abuse, affairs and UFO’s were involved into leading up to Girly’s murder….

Girly discovered Diazen was in actual fact Armand Chavez, and he wasn’t a Dr but a conman. In 1999, as well as being married to Girly, Diazen was engaged to three other women. One of those women was Linda Henning, a successful fashion model and designer from California. The pair bonded over their loved of UFO’s and conspiracy theories.

On the 10th of September 1999, Girly never showed up for work in which her colleagues became concerned after she confided in them about domestic abuse. Investigators instantly linked the crime to Diazen and Linda, but with no body they had to find strong DNA evidence. That was found, DNA at the home, the women’s clothes and duct tape with Linda’s hair were strong enough.

After Diazen pled guilty, Linda was about to become the first woman in New Mexico’s history to face a capital murder charge. The death penalty looked certain.

In January 2002, Armand Chavez was sentenced to life
In 2003, Linda Henning was sentenced to life

The Non-Official College Supply List

I wasn’t really sure what I needed my freshman year, so I compiled a list of things I learned along the way of what I needed most.

1. A good computer. One that can have at least Microsoft Word, Powerpoint, and Excel. If you are planning on going into computer science or graphic design, get a Microsoft-based computer. If you have the money (cough graduation money cough) and no limitations, get an Apple. The battery life is amazing.

2. A planning system. This, besides a computer, is probably THE most important thing you will need. Whether it be a planner, a bullet journal, or an app, get one that works best for you. Don’t be afraid to invest in a decent planner either. I’m not saying go out and get an Erin Condren, but get a planner with plenty of space that you like. You will be more likely to use it if you really like it.

3. Notebooks/Note-taking system. Again, this is up to you and how you best take notes. Personally, I like smaller, A5 sized notebooks or composition books because they’re easier to move around and fit better on the tiny “desks” attached to chairs in lecture halls. I also use blank copy paper for rewriting notes and making mind maps for tests, but that’s just me. Don’t be afraid to experiment, but I wouldn’t recommend getting expensive af notebooks. You go through them fast.

4. A decent pair of earphones, not headphones. These allow you to block out annoying people and being aware of your surroundings. Bring these everywhere.

5. Waterbottle. Stay hydrated, especially in the summer.

6. Good shoes because while those cute shoes are nice, if you are on your feet a lot, they will quickly become not nice. Get at least two pairs of shoes with extra support for your feet.

7. More than one tissue box because dorms are a breeding ground for germs. I’ve gotten the cold twice, and I’m still a freshman. Get your flu shot too.

8. Ibuprofen. Don’t get a mega bottle, a small travel sized one will be enough. This is the duct tape of medicine and is an essential.

9. A mug. Make sure it is microwavable so you can make hot tea or soup. Extremely versatile.

10. Snacks. Very important for late night munchies and everything is closed. Get a few microwavable meals for when you’re rained or snowed in, sick, or just plain lazy. If you aren’t a fan of ramen, get soup or canned ravioli. For food allergies or Celiac, check your local Kroger for the gluten free aisle. Annie’s Gluten Free Mac n Cheese is amazing. Stock up on carbs and protein. I like tortilla chips and cheese sticks because I am basic. Not together though lol.

In conclusion, know what works for you and if you find that it stops working for you, ditch it. That’s the beauty of semester long classes. Everything is temporary. If you have any questions, don’t be afraid to shoot me a message :) My message/ask box is always open!

...My Laboratory...

On my previous fanfiction, there has been a sudden occurrence of 56 notes… WHERE DID YOU PEOPLE SUDDENLY APPEAR FROM?! I mean, I’m fine with it bUT HOLY CRAP

Flug was used to being alone in his lab, he had everything to work for in that lab, his life, his food, his sleep, his emotions, his friends. He enjoyed being in the lab late at night to catch some glimpses of the stars through his curtain covered windows, drawing them back and tying them to one another to see more clearly.

To take breaks and take little naps, he’d watch them twinkle through the windows despite being late already on a project. It was fairly calming to him, kept him from going fully crazy and insane like the demon he sold his life to.

Sometimes, the big blue bear, 5.0.5., would crowd around him and curl up beside him, allowing himself to be used as an arm rest or pillow. The two were like servants to Black Hat, proving Demencia to just be annoying and useless in Black Hat’s eyes.

But in his lab, Demencia turned out to be  big help sometimes. If Flug had gotten seriously injured from his work habits and projects, she’d help him fix the wounds without the alarm from Black Hat.

She’d also keep him company whenever he was close to falling asleep, her annoying words usually keeping him awake to work longer on the project. Or when he fell asleep by the window, drowsily watching the stars, she’d wake him up by shouting that Black Hat would be angry if he didn’t get to work soon.

But he had bad memories in the lab too, memories like terrible wet dreams of his boss that he never would mention to A N Y B O D Y.

He’s been beaten to a pulp in that lab before for being a whole hour late for an auction with the project. He had been harassed by Demencia for his crush on their boss so many times. Including the tiem where she spoke out loud enough for the boss to hear, “I CAN’T BELIEVE THERE’S SOMEONE ELSE WHO LIKES HIM!”

It was enough for Flug to shove her away and put duct tape on her mouth and strap her to his recent project; an electric chair. Then, Black Hat applauded him for the effort, but now, Black Hat ignored it and carried out whatever he was doing previously.

It was as though Black Hat was tiring of constantly seeing Dr. Flug’s masked face. It even saddened Flug enough to consider digging through his memories for his old happiness in high school like his boss had instructed him NOT to do.

And after remembering certain happy memories, having a girlfriend in sophomore from earning medals by being a straight A student all of his education life in science and attending, maybe winning science fairs. All those happy memories made him weep at night, when he stared at those stars.

He missed those days, the days of accomplishing so much in such little time. He wasn’t sure which era of his life he liked more though, both were actually similar.

From the bullies in highschool who wanted his homework for science to a demon bully wanting his science projects to sell for self-worth. From the girls who annoyed him with their teasing to Demencia, his own creation who tortured him endlessly about every move he made and every word he said.

He couldn’t decide. He never would be able to actually. Both eras of his life were full of expression, fear, joy, happiness, accomplishments, and exhilarating events. All of it was around his favorite subject too;science.

flora’s first sterek fic rec

guys this was literally a long time coming and this was only the first 8 pages of my bookmarks on ao3 (which if u wanna see is here) from my first post ever. there will be more to come pal!

also @michelanqelx (i’m sorry for being, like, months late for this fic rec!)

i see the best of me inside your eyes by grandeur [1663] NR 

“I feel like this might be MTV show worthy,” Stiles says suddenly, and even at Derek’s exasperated look, adds, “This should be an episode of True Life. True Life: I’m Seventeen and Already Shopping for Curtains Because My Older Boyfriend Is a Moron.”

animal skins by gasmsinc [2278 words] G

The first time Stiles dresses Caleb up in a ridiculous outfit, Derek thinks it’s a joke. He comes home from work one day, and is greeted by the sight of their newborn pup in a zebra onesie complete with ears and a tail.

Seaside Framed in Glass by mrecookies [2435] T

“I’m going to name you Derek,” Stiles announces, still looking cross-eyed at the puppy in his hands. It’s looking back with a confused and sad expression, probably asking Stiles in some baby dog language why it’s being named after a brooding werewolf. “It’s because you’re always sulking, even though I got you a nice basket and biscuits and everything,” he says sternly. The puppy whines and hangs its head.

Derek is pretty cute.

Can’t Sleep by TylerM [3210] G

When Isaac is woken up from a night terror that he can’t get back to sleep from he seeks comfort from the two people he needs to know are okay.

The only problem is he is too scared to actually ask for it.

Sterek relationship. Everyone is pack. Pack mom Stiles to the rescue.

Your Mark on my Skin by afullrevolution [5551] T

Everyone had a mark scrawled somewhere across their body. A name, usually a signature to represent their soul mate, their one and only true love. Stiles has known who his mark belonged to since the third grade. He doesn’t understand how Derek can be so oblivious.

The Scientific Method by uraneia [5947] T

Stiles’s life was so much easier before his BFF got super powers. “But, so, werewolves have super strength, right? And super speed. And better vision, and better muscle control, and healing powers, and stuff. And some of that’s probably, like, genetic, if you can be born a werewolf. Right?”

“Yeah,” Scott says. From the perplexed look on his face, he doesn’t yet know where Stiles is going with this. “So?”

“So what if you have condom-defeating supersperm?”

Stiles has a lot of research to do. He decides Derek’s kitchen is the place to do it. Derek probably regrets giving him a key.

Extenuating Circumstances by flaming_muse [18411] T

Five times Stiles doesn’t believe it when Derek shows him affection (because he’s spent too much time reading stupid things on the internet), and one time he finally listens.

(Or, the one where I laugh my way through fandom tropes.)

set after season 2, no spoilers for season 3

*flora’s note: this was apparently bookmared with “absolute fave” so i’m definitely gonna go read it right now! maybe, you guys want to too!*

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this took sO LONG and is angSTY AS HELL, i think it turned out the way it did because im in a rlly similar situation rn and i can’t see it ending positively rn?? requests are always open you assholes ily idk enjOY BYE


You had never been one to pull the covers over you head and squeeze your eyes so tightly you saw stars when it came to emotion.

Emotion always came knocking, different feelings swishing around in her mouth, clicking against her teeth like bone. She would spit out something different at you every time: joy; sorrow; frustration; rage. Each time, you stood tall, chin up and eyes screaming ‘I am not scared of you.’

You stitched your feelings into the deepest layers of your skin, wearing them like accessories that branded you as what you ultimately are; human.

But there was something in those grey eyes that made your skin itch until you were overcome with the urge to claw out the emotions so intricately sewn into your body.

Two Bit Mathews had always been a bit of an enigma to you. He was the easy going, fun-loving, overall humorous guy. He never failed to make you laugh, despite laughing being the last thing your brain has in mind at the time. Being with Two Bit was like being on a merry-go-round in a world standing still.

But merry-go-rounds had always made your head spin.

It was no secret to the residents of Tulsa that Two Bit was a fan of any beverage with an alcohol content. His brain was either doused in cheap liquor and bad decisions or on a fast route to being there.

This terrified you, chilled you to the very bone. You could never quite tell which was which with Two Bit, and were almost positive he hardly remembered one too many of your conversations.

Two Bit was another young mind that had been sucked into trying to find themselves at the bottom of a bottle. Or, he was searching for the elixir that dissolved all of your problems like cotton candy vanishes in your mouth.

To Two Bit, drinking was like taking a big, fat heavy duty eraser and wiping his brain blank of the look of sadness and disappointment in his mother’s eyes every time he stumbled home drunk; the way he knew a piece Y/N’s heart was chipped off and stabbed back into her chest with every slur of his words.

But the eraser only worked for so long, and with each drunken awakening in the dead of the night, every taste of whiskey on his tongue when you kissed him, the fracture on your heart grew.

Tonight, it cracked and you fell through the ice, the freezing cold water of unsaid words you’d choked down like cotton filling up your lungs and numbing your fingertips.

You’d had enough of resting your cheek onto damp pillows every night, enough of breaking out the duct tape to try and keep yourself from breaking off into bits of dust and exhaustion.

It was exhausting. Never knowing whether it was really your Two or not. You were sick of playing hide and seek.

Your hands craved him, they itched to map out the words you could never say into his skin. But your mind screamed ‘stranger!’ with every tip of his bottle.

You’d been at it for hours. You’d slung poison down each other’s throats, no longer recognizing each other as the one’s you cared so deeply for. Only aiming to sink your arrow of hateful words and white hot rage into each other’s weak spots. You’d yelled so loudly your throats were raw.

Eventually, you’d both grown tired of this warfare, cowering into yourselves, the expression of a wounded animal painting both of your features.

The cool night air nipped at your bare arms as you thought about how thankful you were your mother had always been a heavy sleeper.

This wasn’t exactly the weather for a late night death match, but somehow you hardly noticed. The orchestra of the night sang its song, the police sirens wailed their vengeful tune, harmonizing with the sound of children who grew up far too fast.

There was no place you’d rather be than sitting on your porch steps with the boy with eyes like rain clouds. You’d rather be any place other than on your front porch steps with the boy whose lips taste like every mistake you’ve ever made.

You could’ve sat there for hours. Minutes. Days. You weren’t sure. All you knew was that you didn’t have it in your bones to keep your head above the surface anymore. Your lips had turned blue and your hands had gone numb. You couldn’t pull yourself out of the water. Out of his waters.

But those damn eyes. They reeled you in every time, your lungs filling up with him just when you’d thought you had the strength to refuse his oxygen. He was your weakness.

“Two-Bit?” You cursed yourself internally for the way your voice cracked, raw from the acid you’d spat at him.

He hummed in response, flicking his eyes up to meet yours.

“You scare me.” You whispered the words that had been rolling around in your mouth since you’d met him.

Two-Bit dropped his eyes. You wished he wouldn’t have, you needed something to hold onto. “Why?” He mumbled, a slight edge to his voice. “‘Cause I’m a greaser?”

Your chest ached. You needed to tell him. You needed to do something because Emotion was clawing her way down your throat again.

“No, Two-Bit, you scare me because I think I’m falling for you!” You were angry. You were angry at this boy’s blindness.

How could he not see how he held your bleeding heart in his hands? That the damage was his doing, because something deep inside your very bones called to him?

Two-Bit looked as if you’d struck him across the face, his tired eyes widening. “What?”

Damn this boy. Damn this boy and his inability to see anything. Anything.

“I love you, you idiot! You stupid, stupid idiot!” You hadn’t meant to shout at him, but your blood was boiling and you couldn’t tell if it was bubbling with anger or if it was the way he was looking at you, his drunken eyes glazed over with all the things he’d tried to drink away that night.

Of course he was drunk. Of course you were the fool who told the drunk boy you loved him. Of course, of course, ofcourseofcourseofcourseofcourse.

Two-Bit’s eyes bore into you, soaking in the frustrated tears you were wiping at angrily, the way your hands shook.

“Y/N,” He started softly, the slur to his words shaking you out of your current state of mind.

You loved him. You loved him the way the sun loves the moon, the way the trees love the rain that dances down from the sky.

But you couldn’t have him. You could never help him the way he believed the liquor that burned his through and tainted his insides did, he wouldn’t allow you to. He didn’t want help. And you can’t fix someone that doesn’t want to be fixed.

“Two, please go,” Your shoulders shook with the sobs of everything that could have been. “Please, please go,”

He didn’t understand it, until he did. He was confused, until he wasn’t. He was hurting you, and he knew it. He hated himself for it, hated the way he cradled a bottle like a mother cradles her newborn child.

So he stumbled off into the night, joining the chaos of the world where nothing ever works out the way you want it to, because sometimes that’s the hand life had dealt you. No matter how deceiving someone’s poker face is, you can only pretend to hold cards you don’t possess for so long.

You watched his figure became smaller, and smaller, until he was just another ghost in the night. You swallowed the bitter taste of regret in your mouth and as you closed your eyes, Emotion kneeled at your feet, a sly smile on her lips.


Author:  owlpostagain

Summary: “At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”

“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.

Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:

DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him


Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

Info: 35k | Teen and Up

Notes: I LOVE IT. It’s not a surprise, owlpostagain wrote it, but i have to say, I LOVE IT SO MUCH. The pack feels. Derek’s feels. ALL THE FEELS. It was new, original and so damn good. All the characters were written PERFECTLY and I can’t choose which one was my favorite, because Stiles was brilliant, Scott was a puppy, Derek was adorable and brooding on the roof, Lydia was genius, Isaac was the cutest, Jackson was the one we all love so much and Erica and Boyd were great and Allison and Sheriff, can I just sit in the corner and cry over this level of awesomness? Thank you. - K.

Sneak Peek:

“Here,” Lydia says firmly. She gives Jackson a good, hard shove that sends him careening forward, werewolf strength be damned, and crashing directly into the arm Stiles instinctively raised toward him.

“Uh. What?” Stiles tries again. He’s got an armful of Jackson now, who looks miserable and horrifically put out but hasn’t made any effort to move away, and Lydia looks unbearably smug.

“He’s broken, and Scott says you’re the Werewolf Whisperer and Isaac sings your praises and Allison says you make the best cookies she’s ever eaten. Fix him,” Lydia instructs, tossing her long curls primly over one shoulder.

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Prompt- That one time Virgil put tape over romans mouth and Logan was so relived (patten was not)

i can definitely see this happening tbh. hope you like it! also thanks to the Very Emo @live-like-a-nightmare for helping me with this. you’re cool.

“I will say this once again: chivalry is dying! I, for one, take great pleasure in performing valourous acts, even nowadays, and I think that it’s important that in this day and age we keep gallantry alive, when so many people seem to find it acceptable to act in such an unknightly fashion towards their fellow human beings. In my opinion-”

Virgil groaned, pulling his hood further over his head in a futile attempt to block out Roman’s incessant rambling. It seemed impossible to Virgil that someone could even talk for that long, much less repeat the same point over and over. Although, with them being family and all, he liked Roman when it came down to it, he could never understand his talent for being so incredibly tedious.

“I’m sorry, Anxiety, am I boring you?” Roman asked sarcastically.

“As a matter of fact, yes, very much so,” the black-clad trait fired back.

Roman scoffed, offended.

“Oh, come on, Royal Mess. You may adore the sound of your own voice, but the rest of us don’t, so could you at least tone it down a little?”

“Really? Honestly, you leave your room for once and all you can do is insult people? Do you just not have it in you to be a good person?”

Virgil hesitated, trying not to let himself be hurt by Prince’s statement. He didn’t mean it, right? It was just a joke. “Bit rich coming from you, I’d say. From annoying to plain rude, yet you call me the bad guy? Please. That’s low, and you know it.”

Perhaps seeing some faint trance of hurt in Virgil’s eyes, Roman replied, “You’re right. My apologies. You can’t deny it, though: chivalry is dying!”

“Oh my god. You’re insufferable,” Anxiety said, a slim trace of laughter in his eyes overshadowed by annoyance. Turning and walking into the kitchen, he thought that he’d have to find some way or other to shut Roman up for a little while so that the other three sides could get some peace for once. Opening the kitchen door, Virgil came face to face with Logan.

“Do you two ever get along?” Logan asked, cocking his head to one side.

Virgil’s expression turned to one of surprise. “How could you possibly even-”

“You two were in the next room over, of course I could hear you bickering.”

“Okay, it’s not my fault. He started it. Wouldn’t shut up about chivalry or whatever.”

“I see. I suppose he was being a little… extra? Is that the correct usage?”

Virgil sighed, a sound of amusement. “Yeah. Absolutely.”

"You have yet to answer my question. Do you and Roman ever get along?”

Virgil paused, pretending to think about it. “…No.”

“Oh, come on, that’s not nice, Virgil!” A new voice piped up from the doorway. Logan and Virgil turned to see Patton.

Virgil’s gaze softened at the sight of the happier side. “You know I’m joking, Patton. I like him really - he’s family. It’s just that he can be a bit…”

“Talkative?” Logan suggested.

“Exactly,” said Virgil, pointing at Logic. “I’m going back upstairs.” He sank out of the kitchen, reappearing in his room and immediately putting on his headphones, relaxing to the sweet, sweet sounds of Fallen by Evanescence.

A while later, after the album had finished, Virgil was lying on his bed staring blankly at the ceiling; he couldn’t really be bothered to put on more some music - that required effort. Instead, he opted to simply lie with his thoughts as company.

What if I duct taped Roman’s mouth? Not forever, just for a little while, as a joke. I don’t have any duct tape though. Ugh.

There should be some somewhere though, right? It’s worth a shot. But is it too mean?

Virgil sat up, a mischievous grin on his face. Making his decision, he headed out of his room in search of some duct tape.


Soon enough, Virgil found what he was looking for in the cupboard under the stairs. As he walked into the living room, he discovered that he’d struck lucky - Roman was taking a nap on the couch. Wasting no time, Virgil tiptoed over and stuck a section of tape down on Roman’s mouth, cutting the end off. After a moment’s thought, he realised that the prince would be able to just take it off. He considered taping his wrists, but knew that that would hurt a lot to take off. As a solution to his problem, Virgil quickly ran upstairs and grabbed an old shirt from his bedroom floor, tying Roman’s hands with it before he used the duct tape - that way, Prince wouldn’t have to have tape ripped off his skin. As he wrapped the tape around Roman’s wrists, he felt guilt manifest itself in the pit of his stomach, and wondered if this was too cruel a joke to play. Hardening his resolve, Virgil told himself that it was just a joke, and he’d let him go soon. He just wanted to have some fun, and besides, if Prince still wanted to see him as a bad guy, then surely he was allowed this one little scheme? Once his work was done, Virgil sat in wait in his usual position on the stairs.

A few minutes later, Roman’s eyelids fluttered groggily as he woke up. Sitting up, he tried to move his hands, and a look of horror slowly formed on the dramatic side’s face as it dawned on him that not only were his hands tied, but his mouth had also been taped over. Catching sight of Virgil on the stairs, he realised who had done this to him.

Virgil smirked at the expression on Roman’s face. “Looks like Sleeping Beauty’s finally awake. Did you sleep well?” He smiled sweetly.

Trying in vain to form a verbal reply, Roman simply glared murderously at the darker facet. Virgil guessed that if Roman could speak, he would probably say something along the lines of ‘I will destroy you’.

“What’s the matter, Princey?” Virgil asked, trying and failing to contain his laughter at the indignant anger on Roman’s face. “Cat got your tongue?”

Suddenly, Virgil heard footsteps on the landing.

“Has anyone seen my… by Tesla, Virgil! What did you do?” Logan looked down from the top of the stairs, surprise on his features as he stared down at Roman.

Virgil shrugged. “What I had to. He wouldn’t shut his mouth, so I did it for him. Admit it, we’ll be saved the never-ending tangents.” Was he imagining things, or did the corner of Logan’s mouth tick up in the smallest of smirks?

“I suppose an hour or two of silence would be rather pleasant,” teased Logic, adjusting his glasses. Virgil smiled, snickering at the look of pure outrage being sent his way by Roman.

“What is going on?” Patton asked, appearing behind Roman. “Virgil Sanders! This was you, wasn’t it?”

“Why would you assume I would do anything like this? I’m innocent!” Virgil replied, pretending to be offended and earning yet another glare from Roman. “…Yeah, it was me,” he finally admitted, cracking under Patton’s gaze.

“Virgil, kiddo, I will admit that it’s kind of funny… I’m sorry, Roman,” Patton apologised under Prince’s menacing glower, “But you do need to take that tape off. You wouldn’t like it if someone did that to you now, would you?”

Anxiety paused for a moment, then sighed. “Okay, Patton. Come here, Crash Royale. This is gonna hurt a little, sorry.” He proceeded to take off the tape and shirt on Roman’s wrists, then the tape on his mouth, slowly so that it wouldn’t hurt very much.

Rubbing his newly-freed lips, Roman declared indignantly, “I cannot believe you would do something like that! Why, the very idea that I need to be silenced is absurd!”

“Do you even hear yourself? I don’t know whether to laugh or punch you. Besides, that was funny, you glaring at us all, looking so pissed.” Virgil smirked, not entirely meanly.

“I do not have to admit anything of the sort!”

“Oh, come on, Princey. Lighten up! It was kind of funny, just admit it!”

Roman hesitated for a moment, considering. “I suppose… you do have a point. But if you ever do anything like that again, I will not hesitate to attack you. Understand, Hot Topic?”

“Sure thing, Drama Queen.”

the signs as things i overheard in my class
  • Aries: I'm going to write a fanfiction about this in the afternoon.
  • Taurus: my mom thinks i have friends
  • Gemini: if you can't fix it with duct tape, you haven't used enough duct tape
  • Cancer: He said he preffers cats over dogs, that's when i realised i hate him.
  • Leo: (after someone else said the time) can you tell it to me digitally please ?
  • Virgo: So you're supposed to say 'Hello ?' at the beginning of a conversation ?
  • Libra: I don't care where do we get married, i just don't want him to be vegan !
  • Scorpio: i feel like this would be a really good place to hide a dead body
  • Sagittarius: i saw a piece of ham on the floor so i threw it on my classmate
  • Capricorn: let's pretend we're working okay
  • Aquarius: wait... Monday ? I though it's friday GOD DAMN IT
  • Pisces: (about teachers) man i ship them

*slams fist on table* Where is my shitty high school drama au? 

Toriel: Costumes mistress and resident Green Room Mama. Literally no tear or stain is beyond her power, the woman has a magic touch. Her fire magic makes for a quick dry too. Very defensive of her drama babies. The ex-wife of the director/head of the department. Its weird. For everyone. She brings really good snacks back to the Green Room. 

Napstablook: One man…er, ghost orchestra. They’re pretty talented with most instruments, and they can usually do music for anything that isn’t too involved solo. Very very shy. Watches their cousin from their spot in the pit

Sans: On the surface, just your average crew member. Black attire, pretty content to dwell in the background. Always seems like he’s dozing during tech days but has yet to miss a cue. Good with quick fixes on equipment. The boy can repair anything with enough duct tape and hopes and dreams. Knows his way around the backstage better than anyone. His shortcuts are truly a mystery

Papyrus: Set designer with a personality as big as his designs. This kind of seemed related thematically to his love of puzzle building to me. Sets are kind of a puzzle. You have to figure out how to make a working model that can suggest a location and yet it has to be able to be moved. In need of some damn supervision: he never really can grasp that while sets should look nice, they’re meant to be the background, not the foreground.

Undyne: Choreographer, always on the move. Does a lot of blocking work with Asgore too. Very aggressive about missed cues, but also very defensive of her fellow drama buddies. She tends to be pretty hard on her costumes, giving Toriel no end of headaches. She may have a crush on a certain tech and lighting director. Shut up. No she doesn’t.

Alphys: Def has a crush on a certain choreographer. She runs lights, sound, mics, anything to do with wires and a computer system far too outdated to do the things its doing. She’s a bit of a genius with this stuff, working wonders on their miniscule budget. Her problem is that mistakes build on each other for her and fluster her until she’s a mess at the lighting board. Fortunately Sans can run tech support and Papyrus and Undyne can run emotional. Introduced Asgore to our leading robot…

Mettaton: The star, of course. He is the drama kid. That one. The one you’re thinking of right now. That kid. He’s them. Constant scene stopper. Compares literally everything to RENT, Hamilton, or Wicked. Like, don’t get me wrong, he’s seen other stuff, but he is drowning in theatre kid stereotypes. An absolute diva, but he’s not a bad cast leader. His confidence can inspire it in others, and he’s willing to bend over backwards (or frontwards, if it’ll sell more tickets, darling ;)) to get a show to be a success. In a way, he feels guilty for ditching his cousin and Shy in the backdrop, but the limelight was simply too tempting. He has Alphys to thank for his introduction.

Asgore: Director and department head. Too stressed to be blessed. He’s got good theatircal instincts and a passion for his students, he’s just too much a yes-man to be a truly great director. A bit of a martyr complex about mistakes in the show, but he takes care of his kids as best he can. He stays out of the Green Room, though. Too many dirty looks from his ex to feel comfortable.

Muffet: Caters long rehearsals. Charges through the nose, but she gets em fed. Knows exactly how many calories to pump into them to give them the energy for a next show, but not too much that they’re sluggish.

Bratty and Catty: Chorus girls who are just a little too excited about the leading man, if you catch my drift.

Burgerpants: Perpetually a side character, much to his chagrin. Its even worse when he has to understudy for Metta.

Shyren: The best vocals they have, but way too shy about it. Asgore keeps trying to get them to take on bigger parts, but….yeah, they ain’t havin it.

Frisk: Toriel’s kid that hangs out in the Green Room with her. The littlest go-fer. Ask them for anything and they’ll get it as best they can. Very sweet, and very at home on the stage. Mettaton is determined to make a prodigy out of them

Flowey: Frisk’s grumpy….friend? sibling? pet? either way, hangs out in the Green Room or backstage, looking bored. Gives rude and unhelpful comments.


Gaster: Every theatre needs a poltergeist….he’s not malignant exactly, but he’s the reason everyone take the Scottish play thing a little too seriously. Immediately blamed for any missing or broken phones or props. Alphys swears the seats get messed with when she’s alone. Papyrus secretly thinks he might be the one leaving smudgy fingerprints in fresh paint jobs. The only one who doesn’t seem to get pranked is Sans.


Group: B.A.P

Paring: Bangdae

Type: light angst, romance, warlock/familiar

Description: Daehyun and Yongguk aren’t like most warlocks/familiar pairs; Daehyun isn’t like most warlocks. It serves to make things a little awkward and difficult, especially when Daehyun tries not show Yongguk his true emotions, but eventually he breaks. 

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I just saw a (trans?) old lady in my drive thru window with gauges big enough to hold duct tape EASY and huge metal rings going up her ears and my skin is cleared, my crops are watered and I have hope for a future

ddadds kids....

i like thinking about them as one big extended cul-de-sac family… [headcanons and stuff!]

  • imagine all the families spending the holidays together! i’m sure some celebrate things that the rest dont but theyd probs have one big generic get together during The Holiday Season
  • all of the kids are crammed together on one big “kid’s table” even tho like half of them are teenagers and there are more offspring than parents
  • someone always ends up starting a food fight,, usually ernest and lucien, or the twins [either pair. both pairs?? christie and christian vs hazel and briar??]
  • this was referenced in game once so amanda probs ends up babysitting a lot when she’s home from college for breaks+ during that short time shes still around before she leaves! she’d be  a cool fun babysitter, but tough enough to keep some of the more rambunctious kids in check ;p
  • [ernest voice] dad i dont NEED a babysitter!!!
    [hugo voice] son i want to know that i can be away for the weekend and come home to a house that isn’t on fire
  • ernest is probs really snarky to amanda when she babysits like “youre not the boss of me” and going out of his way to cause trouble, but amanda is Cool and probs gives him a run for his money with snark and idk shenanigans ensue and he probs secretly admires her and thinks she’s awesome but would rather die than let anyone ever find out
  • lucien looks like he might be fairly close to amanda’s age? they probs dont have all that much in common, but damien’s date revealed that lucien listens to mcr, and amanda made her dad listen to black parade, so I bet they could bond over some music tastes here and there
  • amanda: pleeeeeaaaaassseeeeeee ;D???
    lucien: no way. the goth lifestyle isnt for posers
    i think with enough pestering she’d get him to cave. he’d take great time and care while painting her nails to make sure he does it Right
  • amanda probs comments on how careful and skilled he does it like “wow you really take this stuff seriously” “uh obviously??”
  • once he finishes, amanda takes a pic, and then all the other neighbors see her and are bothering lucien to make them look cool too. he pretends to hate it but actually has a lot of fun and is secretly really happy that they think he’s good at what he does
  • amanda convinces lucien to do like, cool goth makeup videos and put them on youtube/instagram. she helps him with filming and doing photography of final looks and together they get a lot of followers. sometimes she’ll guest star in his videos if he needs a face model other than his own
  • amanda’s kinda freaked out by christie and christian at first but over time gets used to and sees past their “creepy twin shtick” and, much like her dad [in the joseph brownie date] learns to use it to mess with them and possibly other people
  • at first chris probably doesnt talk to amanda a lot and keeps to himself when she’s over, but maybe over time she’d adapt to him and learn a few things hes interested in and express gentle interest in those things to kind of help him open up to her more
  • chris gets quietly attached to her like shes an older sister
  • everyone in the cul de sac does. they love amanda
  • i want daisy to be involved with the carmensita and amanda girl band thing mentioned briefly during one of mat’s dates. that’d be adorable
  • you know what else would be adorable? allllll the cul de sac kids coming to briar and hazel’s softball games to support them. 
  • the kids going to each others’ anything to support them!! when theyre in clubs and activities that put on shows or performances or other sports games, as many of the neighbors that can make it are there
  • when they get older, they try to be more and more obnoxious to embarrass their neighbors in front of everyone, like making huge support signs and banners with glitter with a stupid yet supportive pun that one of their dads helped come up with, or printing their neighbor’s face on a tshirt or a giant cutout on a popsicle stick, shouting as loud as possible 
  • they def went to amanda’s actual graduation and PROBABLY ALL CRIED
  • a lot of this has amanda centric bc i Love Her, but also,,
  • maybe hugo and craig start going to wrestling matches together [+dadsona] so ernest sees a lot of the cahn kids. if amanda’s in town, she’s with them and in charge. if not, ernest is technically in charge, but secretly [not so secretly probably] the dads are counting on briar and hazel [briar, mostly] to keep things from falling to disaster for the few hours theyre out
  • they all like to take turns riding on the Giant Dog that ernest got in damien’s route [duchess something i think?] [a good component that should be canon in all universes]
  • “lets put river on him” “no she’ll fall off” “wheres the duct tape” “n o”
  • if enough disaster happens leaving these kids alone together, they probably get dropped off at another dad’s house to be looked after for a while. joseph volunteers to look after them but since he and mary are already looking after 4 and KEEP LOSING CRISH, they tend to try and ask literally anyone else
  • [not that theyre bad parents lmao but it’d be easier for all the other parents that just have One Kid]
  • i bet christian and christie love robert’s wild spooky stories. he probably makes up so much bullshit to fuck with any kid that’s listening
  • they’d carpool if they could fit enough kids in one car. it’s probably a 2-3 car carpool depending on who’s driving what size car and who needs to go where at what time
  • there are probably so many inside jokes[CUL DE SAC MEMES……] that are born at every cul de sac gathering. 
  • when amanda’s home from college, all the kids wanna be the first to tell her all about the SHENANIGANS she’s missed out on
  • river and crish are bffs once theyre old enough for human interaction. they Have To Be.
  • pranking each other in the school hallways plz, or just all around chaos. god help the teachers that somehow end up with 2+ of the cul de sac kids in the same class
  • ernest definitely sends his dog to poop on damien’s lawn outside lucien’s bedroom window / probably does the flaming bag of dog poop ding dong ditch when he knows lucien’s home alone and will be the one to answer the door
  • christie and chris like when briar and hazel pretend to be each other, so they get their hands on a pair of scissors and chris gives christie a terrible haircut. possibly briar and hazel try and help with the scheme and things just get Worse and joseph has to take his daughter to a Professional [or maybe one of the dads is really good with hair/has had their child do the same thing and is good with fixing a bad haircut ;p]
  • carmensita goes through a goth phase after she goes over to lucien’s to be babysat one day. mat does not know how to Deal bc this isnt the type of music hes used to playing but he loves and supports his daughter regardless and likes to hear her singing all kinds of music to broaden her horizons and strengthen her talent
  • G R O U P  T E X T between all the kids old enough to have phones
  • there are lots of memes. lots. of memes.
  • they take candid shitty photos of each other all the time and send them in the chat, and particularly amusing ones end up reused as reaction photos
  • lucien: [sends photo of ernest having just spilled cereal on himself with duchess in the background making off with a piece of pizza]
    ernest: fuck u
    carmensita: mood
    daisy: why are you having pizza and cereal for breakfast?
    ernest: dont tell me how to live my life
    amanda: lol tag urself i’m duchess
  • this is just something i like to do w/ my friends but they’d probs also stealthily take pictures  of each other when theyre out and about and send them to each other in secret like
    amanda’s out with her dad at the grocery store and spots lucien and damien in the dairy isle and is like FUCK,, she hides behind a stand of donuts or w/e and takes a pic of them and sends it to lucien w/ no context or like “lol hey” 
  • it becomes a war of sending pics of each other to each other/the group without getting caught. lucien and ernest probably act like they think it’s stupid but get so competitive about it
  • they all keep score and it probably also would extend to taking stealthy pics of cul de sac dads too Just Because
  • the dads find out about the competition somehow and like,,, secretly are so into who’s winning. especially brian and dadsona. sometimes they’ll try and serve as a distraction for their child to get a sneaky pic so they can win, but usually the kids prefer the solo missions
  • val comes and visits sometimes with cool stories. sometimes she brings her girlfriend, and amanda especially looks up to them like two cool older sisters [i dont remember if it was jacket pins or photography that val said her gf is into, but whatever it is i’m sure amanda would geek out about it with her]
  • christie and christian eventually grow out of their “creepy twin” thing but still have a more unique brand of humor/personality. the cul de sac kids are used to them by then, and will THROW DOWN with anyone that bullies them/ calls them freaks or anything like that, or anyone that picks on chis [and eventually crish] by association or for any other reason
  • i could go on forever making up headcanons or scenarios for these kids bc i love them and constantly crave more content about them but imma stop here bc it’s been over an hour and this is Long but anyway plz talk to me about these kids + the cul de sac as a whole. share ur headcanons,,,,, i l o v e the m ,,