#joshua aaron levy

[urinecrust]

[b-bow]

I'M SORRY, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DRAW FAT ARMS 😭

[xanxi]

Eltingville Club 🗣️‼️‼️

[ricottish]

J..josh....... happy.. excited even.

He deserves all the happiness!! So jolly! Go Josh go

[selveristsaatan]

Josh levy but zombie woah

[rottendenny]

fat fuck

[n0odlz]

Happy Star Wars day 😛

If Bill was a caveman, he would say "GIVE ME HEAD" instead of "GIVE ME THE HEAD" omg isn't that funny 😁

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

hey can you write a girl dad josh fic about his daughter meeting milestones while growing up? like her first words, first steps, first day of school, etc?

(YES I LOVE MY FATHER AU OF JOSH BEING A GIRL DAD

“Firsts” – Girl Dad Josh (Father AU)

First Words

Josh had a running list.

An actual list, taped to the fridge.

It read:

– Dada

– Enterprise

– Leonard Nimoy

– Hyperspace

So when your daughter’s first word was “dog,” Josh stared like she’d just committed fandom treason.

> “Dog? Dog?! We don’t even have a dog! This is how it starts. This is how the brain rot begins.”

“She was looking at a picture book, Josh.”

> “A picture book with a golden retriever on the front. This is educational sabotage. She’s been indoctrinated.”

You bit your cheek to hide the smile, scooped her up, and kissed her cheeks while Josh paced, muttering about “cultural decay through toddler vocabulary.”

An hour later, she looked up at him and chirped, “Dada!”

Josh froze mid-rant. Just froze.

> “... Say it again. I need to hear you say it again or I will combust.”

“Dada!” she squealed, tiny arms reaching up to him.

He snatched her into his arms like she was the Ark of the Covenant.

> “I knew you’d come around,” he said, voice cracking. “You’re brilliant. A prodigy. We’ll burn the ‘dog’ thing from the records.”

You caught him wiping his eyes when he thought you weren’t looking.

---

First Steps

Josh was not ready.

You told him. You warned him. You said, “Babe, she’s been pulling herself up for days now.”

> “That’s a conspiracy. She’s manipulating gravity. She’s not ready for bipedal motion!”

And yet—there she was. In the middle of the living room. Hands out like a zombie. One wobbly step. Two. Then a glorious faceplant onto a pile of pillows.

> “OH MY GOD.”

He sprinted over like she’d been tackled by a linebacker.

She started laughing. Giggling, even. Proud.

> “You think this is funny?” Josh gasped, lifting her up. “You realize you just evolved? You unlocked a whole skill tree, and you’re laughing?! You can get into my figurines now. We’re doomed.”

“She walked, Josh.”

> “Yeah. Into an era of chaos and destruction. You’re smiling but I know you’re scared too.”

But later, when he thought she was asleep, you found him crouched in her room, just watching her breathe.

> “She walked,” he whispered, like he still didn’t believe it.

---

First Day of School

You dressed her. Josh tried but nearly had a breakdown over sock patterns.

> “If they’re mismatched, they’ll judge her. Kids are monsters. Have you seen elementary schoolers?! They eat their own kind.”

“She’s five, not a fandom forum.”

> “Worse. She’s going in raw. No allies. No moderator. No canon to defend her.”

He didn’t stop pacing the entire walk to the car. Or the drive. Or standing outside the school doors while your daughter bravely charged into the building without a backward glance.

> “She didn’t even look back,” Josh muttered, voice wrecked.

“She’s confident. That’s good.”

> “She’s gonna forget me. I’m gonna get replaced by a gym teacher named Brad.”

You took his hand and squeezed. “Josh. She’ll always look for you in the crowd.”

> “She better. Or I’m pulling her out and homeschooling her with DS9 episodes and NASA documentaries.”

That night, she came home and drew a picture of the three of you holding hands.

Josh hung it on the fridge like it was the goddamn Mona Lisa.

---

Every Moment In Between

He reads to her in voices. Bad ones. Half of them devolve into William Shatner impressions.

He gets into screaming matches with other parents on the PTA forum when someone says Pokémon is “too violent.”

He builds her a science fair volcano so elaborate it sets off the smoke alarm. Twice.

When she’s sick, he’s the one sitting next to her all night, whispering comfort and conspiracy theories about germs.

And every night, when he finally stops talking long enough to breathe, you catch him watching her. Just… watching.

> “She’s the only thing in the universe that actually matters,” he murmurs one night, voice hoarse. “And I don’t want to mess her up.”

You wrap your arms around him from behind.

> “You won’t. Not as long as she’s got both of us.”

He exhales, shaky. Pulls you in closer.

> “You’re my rock, you know that?”

> “You say that every milestone.”

> “And I’ll say it every damn one.”

“Away Mission”

The living room is wrecked. Pillows stacked like asteroids, blankets twisted into makeshift uniforms, cardboard tubes doubling as phasers. Your daughter’s wearing a too-big red shirt with a glued-on insignia, yelling commands into a toy communicator.

Josh?

Josh is in full Starfleet officer mode—tie pulled across his chest like a sash, dramatic expression carved into his face like he’s hosting a one-man stage play.

> “Commander,” he barks, pointing at a stuffed bear on the couch. “Divert power to the deflector shields! We’ve got a Klingon warbird on our tail!”

Your daughter shrieks with glee. “Yes, Captain! Initiating shield sequence!”

You peek in from the kitchen, smiling to yourself as you rinse a plate.

> “The Klingons are just your laundry pile, Josh.”

He gasps, spinning on his heel with the flare of a man who has never broken character in his life.

> “Lieutenant,” he says, stalking toward the kitchen. “That’s Commander to you. And you're not authorized to talk back to your superior officer.”

You raise a brow, eyes twinkling. “Is this about last night or—”

Before you can finish, he sweeps in like a warp-speed maniac and scoops you into his arms, dish towel and all.

> “Captain’s log: Stardate NOW. We’ve recovered the rebel communications officer. She's feisty. And wildly disrespectful of Federation protocol.”

You yelp, laughing as he hauls you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

> “Josh—Joshua Levy, put me down, I am covered in soap—!”

> “Negative. You’re under arrest for dissent and temptation. The Federation has strict policies about distracting commanding officers with that face.”

You can hear your daughter giggling from the couch.

> “Daddy, beam Mommy to the brig!!”

> “Already en route, Ensign!” Josh hollers, adjusting his grip like a dramatic pirate.

And just as you’re about to protest again, he flips you around in his arms and kisses you. Hard. Deep. So over-the-top it should be illegal in at least seven alien cultures.

The dish towel slips to the floor.

You blink at him, dazed. “...You’re ridiculous.”

> “And you’re mine,” he smirks, still fully in-character. “End log.”

From the couch:

> “Ew! Dad! That’s gross!”

Josh just smirks, kissing your forehead.

> “Kiddo, when you grow up and marry someone way out of your league like I did, you’ll understand.”

You shake your head, leaning into him.

> “Back to the bridge, Captain?”

> “Only if my best officer’s with me.”

> “I’ll allow it.”

And just like that, he sets you down gently, grabs his cardboard phaser, and heads back into battle with his daughter

[sweetkid26]

🖖

[jaydrqws]

ITS JOSH!!!!!!!!!!

I actually don’t hate this one :3

[seedsofcyanide]

i made another josh art for friend

[urinecrust]

hes all flustered while drinking his stupid pop soda

[b-bow]

LOS Q SE PELEAN SE AMAN

[xanxi]

Joshua (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

[covetedwindz]

ive been very normal and not incredibly fixated on the comics and pilot (lying)

anyway some doodles of joshjer (and 1 jerry) cuz i got a little obsessed with this ship

[totdallynotamurdeder]

Tell me your eltingville hc xP (CLOSED)

I wanna draw, anything involving with physical features hc

EDIT; since my college is getting closer, I wouldn’t have a lot of time available to draw any new hc after today, so I wish I would be able to complete the remaining hc this month💔