#Bandito Wedding

[teeentyonepilots]

Clancy Tour is off the freaking wall!!! Insane transitions so you could never guess their next move! Dema reveal! Joshler wedding on stage with Josh throwing the bouquet! Josh singing multiple times and playing synth!

JOSH SINGING BANDITO

[thefootnotes]

scaled & icy live

an hour, huh? i best get comfy.

it's all under the cut xx

the graphics are kinda funky

OH IS THIS WHERE THE PANSEXUAL FLAG COLOURS CAME FROM OKAY

i can get hype about some pink blue and yellow fr

wait is this meant to be the dema morning show?? thats so fucking funny though. thats actually so fucking funny.

okay wait so in this dema universe, in the lore, twenty one pilots is still a band? tyler joseph and josh dun are still a band?

why is he sad :(

"is that. number 16 cotton candy" bitch ofc it is

YEAH JOSH WHERE ARE YOU

u good tyler

whats with the wookie noises

into choker tho is beautiful

THE STAGE AGH

sorry brief mention to how fucking good josh looks in this video oml

the stressed out bridge coming in there????

wait are these the bishops little minions or smth cause theres too many of them to be the bishops

this is a vibey little live version

man sidenote im so ordering merch this weekend

wait wahts the light thing at the back

is that supposed to be the nine towers?

oh into migraine?? was not expecting that

"depresS" everybody fucking freeze. "ive thoughts."

into morph??

its a little all over the place but in a good way?? does that make sense

wait no bring back tylers agonised screaming

"my personal favourite, mulberry street" i hate you but same

YES MULBERRY STREET

KEEP YOUR BLISS THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS FUCK YEAH

the murals. yes

josh just doin his lil bounce in the back tho

whats with the chick wtih the teddy bear

that guy was not there before was he???

and back to the piano. agh.

the little adlibs afkdlsjfdsklfjsld

see in my head all these dancers are banditos and i will take no argument

in two days i will know this mulberry street choreo by heart. just saying

when tyler and josh are looking for people for their next venture i will be ready. im telling you now.

that girl in the front in the skirt ate that

wait whos this girl

LANE BOY FUCK YEAH

whats with the gas masks? are you my mummy? /ref

wait where did josh's shirt go not that im complaining

anybody want to learn this choreo with me too

wait i wonder if i can convince my partner to do this at our wedding actually (long long way away but i picture it being Highly Amusing)

joshs hair is just so good in this video idec

joshua william dun was that a lip bite and a wink. god fucking damn

oh hello guitar

into chlorine?? okay this setlist is. wow

whats with all of joshs costume changes??

okay tylers coat is eating here now tho

shy away yessss

the set for this is so interesting too

shy awAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

his little dance is so cute stop

also side note josh ate that fit so hard

"it brought tears to my eyes" same, dude. same.

ok that was fucking weird

that shirt should be so ugly so why is he kind of eating

the outside yes

josh in the onesie wtf😭 he's so!!!!!

hey bud where u goin

just casually breakdancing in the street. ok

"shut uP!" lmaooo

the water into the night sky into the backdrop is beautiful

THE UKULELELLELELELLELELE

WAIT HEATHENS ON UKE??? THIS IS GORGEOUS

wait he's in a boat thats so fucking cool

the sets for this are jsut fucking brilliant

i love this being just sort of him and the ukulele. i love it.

torchbearers back yaaaaay

ohhhh jumpsuit???? and the set gives the mv vibes

and then immediately into heavydirtysoul???

tyler periodically turning into a velociraptor is feeding my soul tbh

why are the hosts gradually looking more and more demonic/dead

SATURDAY AYYYYYYY

the disco ball lmaoo

the vibes here are immaculate

wait???? is that jenna?????????????????????

her sweater is so fckn cute tho

him getting off the phone and just going "oooooooooooooooOoOooooooooOOOOOOooOoOOOOOOOOoooooo" is such a mood

the BOOMBOX yES

LEVEL OF CONCERN FUCK YEAH

oooooh the backdrop here is fire?? the colour palette fdjklfjkldj

the remixed vibes of all the songs are fucking slapping. are they available to stream or anything anywhere??

riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide!!!!!!!!

the visuals have been on point this entire video can i just say

also tylers shirt is so cool???

all the horn instruments are intriguing me

josh is so!!!!!!!!!!

car radio!!! car!!!!!!! radio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this song mostly just makes me want to cry actually. but

wait the mask!!!! the!!!! mask!!!!!

THE MASK IS OFF!!!!

well that was short lived

all the sirens and the freaking out and hes just like 🥰👉👈👏👏

NEVER TAKE IT

everythings on fire. again.

the little adlibs are so fucking cute tho

also i love when tyler just fuckin. screams

the three guitars in the one shot is such a fuckin vibe

the two in the back just clapping😭

and then there were two....

the lil dragon omg

oh look whos back on the couch

choker again????? yay??????

no tyler dont be sad :(

the overhead shot of all the sets>>>>>>>>>

yeah bitches you better clap for them

wAIT THEYRE CLAPPING FOR US

no cause josh and tyler at the end there kdfjfsdjfjdksl cuties

wow okay so much to unpack there im gonna go grab some chocolates and soda water

okay i've got the chocolates and soda water.

wow! so that was quite the experience. i can kind of understand how it all ties in with the clancy storyline, but it also feels like its not really *integrated* in the storyline. at least not for me at this point.

i really really enjoyed that whole video itself, regardless of lore. it was just a very interesting and cool way to present those songs

god i wish!!!!! there was a higher quality video. i couldnt find one on any of the sites i normally use, most of them said they were taken down, so.. :(

i dont really get what was happening with the woman and the man, the hosts? like i get that they were hosting but their whole vibe was off and they kept seeming to look injured/possessed/straight up weird. so.

im gonna take a quick break, maybe 15 minutes, to just draw a little bit and have some food and water and then i'll come back to the saturday video. i'm just sort of losing my focus and i need to do something else rq to kind of get my head back into it! so brb!

[the-whispers-of-death]

COD OC part 2 electric boogaloo 🫧 again I'm so sorry this is just another dump and I fear this one may be longer

My second OC has a name! He's called Damien Ashcroft, who goes by Crow. I like to attribute music to any stories I write or characters I come up with, similar to Bandito and My Blood for Bandito. I'm thinking of Time by Missio or Don't cry by Palaye Royale for him.

He's super tall, but more of a lean swimmer's build than burly or stocky. He has multiple piercings in his ears, a lip ring, and a tongue piercing. There is a nasty scar running from the bottom right of his jaw up through his bottom lip, which he covers up with a black face mask. He has 2 tattoos - one is ivy which wraps around his left hand and up his bicep, and a sleeve on his right arm of snakes and flowers, but like really delicate linework. He also wears a lot of rings, including both of his parents' wedding rings (indeed, tragic backstory hehe I love traumatising fictional characters). Damien prefers alt fashion, lots of chains etc, but he always wears a black turtleneck to cover his throat.

He's pretty unsettling, he has dead black eyes and a blank expression under his mask, so he's fully aware that he's pretty ominous and bordering on terrifying and he just sort of leans into it. He stares down cocky new recruits, keeps to himself, and resigns himself to being the scary quiet one of the group. In reality, he's honestly just a ball of anxiety and poor social skills. He's scared of getting too close to the 141 because he doesn't understand the emotions that come alongside it, he's just painfully shy and nervous. It also doesn't help that all of his previous superiors have been inconsiderate pieces of shit who didn't hesitate to scream at him for his 'insubordination' (more on that later) or even lay hands on him for it. So naturally he's pretty scared of Price and is very confused that he's actually very nice and even gentle.

He's called Crow because of his quiet, ominous nature, his foreboding presence, and his sniping talent (that's his specialisation). He also picks up the name 'Coffee' with the 141. It's more light-hearted, and refers to his over-reliance on coffee to stay awake through the day (night terrors because this sad lump has been put through the ringer). Some of the recruits who are a little cocky or scared of him call him 'bitter like coffee,' but they don't realise that he actually drinks his coffee with lots of sugar, milk, and even coffee syrups. Cinnamon and caramel are his favourites.

Crow was orphaned as a young teenager, I've not decided an exact age, but probably around 11-14. Both of his parents were member of the military and were KIA. He was left in the care of a not very nice uncle and did what he had to in order to survive, then enlisted as soon as he was old enough, both to honour his parents' legacy and get away from his uncle. He excelled quickly and found he had a natural talent with a sniper rifle, and was soon promoted to Sergeant. However, tragedy struck while on a high-stakes mission behind enemy lines. It was meant to be a simple recon mission, with him covering his team from afar while they secured an abandoned village for their Operation to use as a base. However, they were ambushed. Damien's entire team was killed, and he was seriously injured and beaten within an inch of his life before his throat was slit and he was left for dead. Although Crow survived, his throat sustained permanent damage, particularly his vocal chords, and it left him with a lot of difficulty speaking. Saying more than a few words is pretty painful and he has trouble actually getting much noise out so he usually stays silent. He was transferred a couple of times to teams with some quite shitty superiors, as mentioned above, who didn't take his silence too nicely.

I've actually started writing a little bit for Crow, and who knows, maybe one day I'll post it. He's just a lil' guy. He does write to two of my other OCs, Dobermann and Andromeda, every so often - Dobermann is his childhood friend and they both went through boot camp with Andromeda.

This is going to be a short response, but I love him. I love his facial scar and I need to know more about how he got the scar, please and thank you. Him, Andromeda, and Dobermann being friends heals the scars of my soul, are they chaotic friends? What type of friendship do they all have?

I must learn more.

[goddamnwebcomics]

Oh no! Pepe the Fire Ant is just a furry remake of The Loco Bandito! Hide!

So, what is the point of this? How old are these characters? Did the giraffe wedding happen already or did it stop being important?

[just-an-emo-fsh]

Anathema: Rowan's Letter

Dear Mandi,

This night has been on my mind for so long. Tonight, in the light of the bonfire we join hands, forever. I wouldn't be surprised if it's been the same for you. I can only guess that you're waiting, looking the part of the most beautiful Bandito bride any could lay eyes on.

But though I must detain you for one more minute, I must save you the hours here to tell you of my time in Dema before it is too late.

As you know, I have taken residency in the city of Dema twice before. Around the time of the second capture there were rumors, many of which I have told you the truth of. But not everything of my times in city are known. Even my family knows little, as they believe forgetting it is the easiest way to move on. But those memories linger.

I fear that Nills will find me out and trace me back here, taking me away once again. If such happens, save me. Cover me.

The first time Nills dragged me away I was around seven or eight. I had just barely learned from my parents and brothers to keep away from any red-hooded figure that might enter the camp. That night I was feeling useless, unwanted because I was the youngest, unable to help my family with even basic things in camp. My only comfort was a wood flute Grandpa Bailey had carved for me.

Nills stood on the other side of the waning fire, near the trees. No one else was there. I could've called out when he approached me and smeared my neck, but I choked on fear. I felt a numbness, like walking for hours in a rainstorm or swimming in a cold mountain stream. He gripped my hand and we walked through the night to the grey city.

We entered through some sort of gate in the outer wall into the fields of neon. I told Nills I was tired, but he made me walk on as he gave me a tour of the city. He talked of the heirarchy that was pivotal for the city to work: the lowest were the FPEs and the highest position, under the Bishops, were the Committed, those who were trained by the Bishops to one day replace them and give their ability to smear. He said that if I worked hard, maybe I could rise to the position of Committed.

And as I settled in, I stopped remembering. I stopped remembering that there was Trench outside of Dema, that there were such things as Banditos, that I had a family. All I knew was my daily service to Nills. I didn't see myself by my age or even by the name of Rowan. I was a another number, a body in a grey uniform that was diligent in service. Nills expected that of all of us in his district.

But a month later a night run came in. The torches jogged my memory, and I left without hesitation. My mother and brothers helped me out of the city. I found out how much of a prison Dema is. I also saw a Committed for the for the first time that night, the sign of null on his right cheek and his fingertips blackened. I pitied him, in his mysterious sadness.

Of course, you know from your best friend Carla and the others who escaped about what happened on the initiating run when I was eighteen. I learned that night that any worried or anxious thought is amplified in Dema and is able to call forth the Bishops. For a year I served time in that Oblivion. I was branded as an FPE, and found hope among the other FPEs, as we helped each other remember about Trench.

So I split my loyalties: I was dilligent in my service to Nills, eventually moving from FPE to Resident, and undermined my Bishop by spreading the hope of Trench, even finding out when any other Bandito camp would do runs and helping others leave. But after seven moons, I doubted that my camp, my brothers, my friends, or even my parents would ever come to save me. I started to fall into despair, believing my greatest fear, that everyone I knew had forgotten me.

I fell out with the FPEs and rose higher in the tiers of Nills' district. He became proud of me saying that I the potential to become a Committed, and learn how to be a Bishop if I kept working diligently. He let my hardworking reputation spread throughout the city, saying I was a model citizen, worthy even of participation in the Annual Assemblage of the Glorified! I was only days away from being initiated into my Committed status.

But I was not forgotten. You and Carla, my brothers and my parents, reassured me, fought for me, remembered me! I became a Bandito once again.

Tonight, amongst all that is good, the thought of letting you down has been weighing on my mind. I am afraid for you, Mandi. Is it right for me to marry you tonight? Do you truly want me as your Bandito husband? I have no guarantee. All I know is that I have offered you my heart, and you accepted.

I don't know what tommorow will bring, but I know that you already wait for me, by the bonfire, in your nicest white and yellow. You are more than I could ask for. Tonight we celebrate. Tonight we are married.

I wish such doubts would not haunt me now. Cove me.

Your soon-to-be husband,

Rowan

[downinthe-forest]

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iconic boys

[dunthreatenmewagoodtime]

Oh my sweet baby, I’m so happy for them 😭

[claflinsmile]

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[bellakitse]

The Future Holds

“You’ve come so far,” she says softly as she reaches for his hand, holding it between her warm and loving ones. “I still remember the day you told me you liked boys.”

*

Carlos and his mother share a moment as they celebrate his engagement.

Written for @carlosreyesweek - Day 4: “You’ve come so far.” + Future

I mentioned it on AO3 but, today is the one-year anniversary of the day I published my first Tarlos fic and joined this fandom and I just wanted to say thank you for all the love and kindness this beautiful fandom has given me. 💗💗

Carlos Reyes sits on the back porch of his mother’s house. He watches with a smile as his family and friends mingle about the backyard, laughing and talking as they eat the feast his mother has prepared for the occasion. His eyes run over the collection of people he cares most about in this world before landing on the love of his life. He feels his heart expand as he takes him in across the yard, chatting away with his older sister with a smile so bright Carlos can see it from here.

“He looks good like that.”

Carlos looks up to find his mother behind him, a smile of her own as she watches her daughter and her future son-in-law. She pulls her gaze away from them to give him a mischievous smile that has Carlos snorting and shaking his head at her lack of subtlety. He turns back to TK just in time to see him blow raspberries into the neck of the baby in his arms, Adrian, Valentina’s nine-month-old, causing the little boy to let out a delightful high-pitched giggle that echos through the place. The baby had taken a liking to TK from the very first time he saw him, reaching out for him from his mother’s hold. It’s been like that every time since. If TK is in the room, Adrian wants to be held by him.

“He’s going to make a wonderful dad,” his mother continues shamelessly, causing him to huff in amusement.

“Mami, we literally just got engaged,” he reminds her, his stomach flipping at the words. He’s engaged to TK Strand. He’s still not sure how he pulled that off. “How about you wait till the wedding day before you plan for more grandchildren?”

His mother rolls her eyes playfully at him as she sits down next to him on the loveseat. “I’m just moving things along,” she protests with a grin on her lips. “I’m not getting any younger, Carlos Reyes.”

Carlos gasps dramatically. “Are you calling yourself old, Carlota Reyes?”

“Watch it, smartass,” his mother answers with narrowed eyes. “Just because you’re an engaged man doesn’t mean I can’t ground you.”

Carlos throws his head back as he laughs, the giddiness he’s been feeling since TK said yes to his proposal bursting out of him as it has for the last week since it happened. He keeps reliving the moment, how beautiful TK’s smile was as he went on one knee. The way he’d bobbed his head up and down in agreement before getting the words out. Laughing and crying as he finally said yes and let Carlos put his ring on his finger, before also going to his knees to kiss Carlos, smiling the whole time. They hadn’t made it off the floor and instead made love right there, letting the dinner Carlos planned get cold.

“You’re getting married, nene,” his mother whispers, pulling him out of the wonderful memory. Looking at her, he shakes his head at the tears he finds in her eyes.

“Uh-uh,” he scolds her softly. “You cried when we told you, and you cried earlier when we came into this party. We still have months of planning the wedding and the wedding itself. You have to pace yourself woman, or you’re gonna dehydrate.”

His mom lets out a chuckling sniffle that makes Carlos grin. “Bandito,” she says with fond amusement before the humor leaves her face for something more serious. “You’ve come so far,” she says softly as she reaches for his hand, holding it between her warm and loving ones. “I still remember the day you told me you liked boys.”

Carlos smiles at her words even as he feels a lump forming in his throat. “We were in the kitchen making pozole, and I just blurted it out. I couldn’t hold it in for a second longer.”

Carlota nods in agreement. “You looked so scared,” she says remorsefully. “I had never seen you look like that, and I hated it.”

“I wasn’t scared of you, Mami,” he whispers, feeling his eyes sting at her sudden sadness. “Deep down, I knew you would love me no matter what – I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Oh, my love,” his mother breathes out, and Carlos can’t help the tear that breaks free, sliding down his face. “You have never in your life, not even for one second, disappointed me, ever,” his mother lets go of his hand to run her fingers through his hair before cradling his face. “My beautiful son, you have been one of my greatest blessings, and I’m so proud to be your mom. You hear me?”

Carlos gives her a shaky nod, the tears rolling freely before he’s pulled into a tight and fierce hug by her. He sinks into it the same way he did when he was fifteen years old in their kitchen, freshly out of the closet.

“I love you, mi corazón,” she whispers into his ear, and all Carlos can do is squeeze her tighter as he tells her he loves her too. He’s not sure how long they stay like that, but they only pull away when they hear a clearing of someone’s throat. Separating, they find a pair of green eyes looking at them with affection.

“Hey,” TK says softly with a hesitant smile on his face. He’s still holding Adrian in his arms as the little boy plays with the collar of his shirt, trying and failing to pull it into his mouth. “You guys okay?”

Carlos is still wiping at his face when his mother stands up in front of TK.

“We’re good,” she says to him with a smile. She reaches out to touch TK’s face like she did just moments ago with him. Carlos feels his heart fill at the way TK leans into the touch. “You promise to love and take care of him, mijo?”

TK looks over at him. The love shining in his eyes takes Carlos’ breath away.

“Always, ma’am,” TK says to his mother with the utmost seriousness. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure your son feels safe, happy, and loved, I promise you.”

Carlos feels his heart slam against his chest at TK’s conviction and the absolute devotion he hears in his words.

“That’s my favorite white boy,” his mother teases with a wide grin, proving she spends too much time with his sisters. He rolls his eyes when it makes TK laugh with delight.

Carlota goes to her tiptoes as she tugs TK forward, kissing him on his brow. She takes Adrian out of TK’s arms, cuddling him when he whimpers a bit. “Yes, yes, we all know TK is your favorite,” she says to the baby, kissing his hair as he settles in her arms. “But it’s your uncle’s turn to cuddle with him for a while.”

She flashes them a smile as TK comes to sit next to him. “My son is too chicken to tell you, but I’m not,” she starts, smirking when he urgently shakes his head at her. “I want more grandkids, soon.”

“Mami,” he groans deeply while TK stammers as he tries to answer.

“We – ah – I mean, we’ll try our best, Carlota,” he finally says, his face a shade of pink.

Carlos sighs deeply while his mother smiles widely. “See,” she says, pointing at TK victoriously. “Getting in good with the in-laws. He’s a smart one.”

Carlota gives them one last smile before she turns from them to join the rest of the party.

“Please don’t listen to her,” he says once they’re alone. “She’s a meddler.”

“It’s fine,” TK assures him with a soft smile. “It’s early, sure, but I love that she’s excited about us having kids in the future. She and my dad are going to spoil the hell out of them.”

Carlos feels his heart race at the casual way TK mentions their future children, he might not be ready to talk about it, but it doesn’t mean his mother is wrong. He dreams on the regular about what having kids with TK will be like. The thought fills him with warmth and happiness.

“We have time,” he answers instead, getting a smile in return.

“We have the rest of our lives,” TK assures him, reminding Carlos of the promise TK made moments ago to his mother.

“So you said,” he says quietly. He lets out a soft exhale as TK leans in, rubbing the tip of his nose against his before he presses his lips to Carlos’ mouth. He lets TK kiss him, soft and slow, taking his time as he steals Carlos’ heart for the millionth time with one of his kisses.

“I meant it,” TK whispers as he breaks the kiss but doesn’t pull back. This close, Carlos can see every emotion in his stunning green eyes. “Every day for the rest of our lives, I’m going to wake up with one purpose. To make sure you are happy and that you know just how much I love you.”

Carlos presses his forehead against TK’s, overwhelmed by his words. “Me too,” he promises back. “Every day, sweetheart. All I want is to make you happy and keep you safe.”

TK smiles; he gives him another gentle kiss on his lips, and then another on his cheek, followed by a third across Carlos’ jaw before he rests his head on his shoulder. Carlos wraps an arm around his waist, holding him close. They stay like that, quietly basking in their love and the future they have to look forward to, while around them, the rest of their combined families continue to celebrate with them.

Holding the love of his life, Carlos can’t help but agree with his mother. From that scared 15-year-old in their kitchen to now. How far he’s come.

[montagueandcapulet]

Part 10: The Duel

For a scene done in isolation and without the benefits of lighting, music, etc., the 2015 version was still a knuckle-biter for me! I mean that literally--I was actually biting my knuckles while watching it.

Since there's no Benvolio in this version, Mercutio's bored-and-dangerous mood is suggested by how he comes in playing with his sword. Tybalt doesn't even seem to be speaking to him when he asks for a word--he seems to be addressing the spectators--but Mercutio latches onto his request and insists on taking offense at it. "And oh look, I just happen to have a sword! We could fight about this right now!" (< That's my translation of the snarky subtext at 1:28.)

When Romeo shows up, Tybalt really does his best to provoke him, even trying to grab his cloak (or maybe his arm) at 2:18. Mercutio is very happy to take over the fight. I love how he tosses the scabbard to Romeo when he draws his sword (2:52). They're using larger swords than you usually see in stage productions, and wielding them two-handed. Definitely makes it seem more brutal.

Mercutio really sells being wounded (4:13), and Tybalt doesn't even look back when he leaves! That's cold. Mercutio dies, very angry and clearly in a lot of pain, right in front of Romeo. It's really understandable why Romeo loses it after watching this (6:26). I like how his posture changes after picking up the sword (7:24). Tybalt barely knows what hit him.

The Prince arrives at 8:24, and his fury is white-hot. When he steps up on the ledge to give his decree (9:51), it's very, very clear that there will be no appeal. The last shot is of the two swords lying on the ground.

The 2016 version has some stylish new costumes, but the camera angles aren't quite as good on the fight, and the new Prince is positively subdued in comparison to the 2015 one. As always, though, there are some nice touches that weren't in the other version. Here are a few highlights:

Mercutio turning to the spectators when he mockingly calls out "Consort?" (1:45), as if to say, "Can you folks believe this guy?"

When Romeo arrives (2:15), he's still carrying the flower from the wedding scene. He discreetly drops it when Tybalt hails him.

In this version, Tybalt looks back after wounding Mercutio (4:12), but Mercutio at that point is playing it tough and doesn't fall down until a few seconds later.

Mercutio doesn't have any attendants with him in 2016, so he addresses the audience asking for someone to get a doctor. The reaction isn't caught on camera, but the actor loses his straight face for just a moment (4:44), so it must have been funny.

Finally, as mentioned, I don't really speak Italian, so I was interested to learn that the word for "banished" or "exiled" is bandito. It makes sense that this would be the root of the word "bandit"!

Next Part: The Farewell & Lord Capulet's Ultimatum

Parts 1 and 2: Fight and Prince's Decree / Juliet, Lady Capulet, and Nurse Part 3: The Capulets' Ball Part 4: Queen Mab Part 5: First Meeting Part 6: Tybalt and Lord Capulet

Part 7: Balcony Scene

Part 8: Romeo and Friar Laurence

Part 9: The Wedding

[techmomma]

Starbound is also fun because, hey, you wanna dress like a sci-fi space cadet? 

Go ahead. You wanna dress like a bandito?

Equally powerful armor. How about a literal knight in armor?

Same stats.

Want the stats but really wanna dress like a pirate? No prob! There’s a slot for armor and a slot for aesthetic! I can wear top tier armor, AND look like a pirate!

Hell, be a wizard!

Or maybe you unlucky son of a bitch got yeeted into space on your wedding day.

There’s hundreds of clothing sets and armor pieces you can get, as well as backpacks and capes (both utility and aesthetic)! Mix and match pieces!

[spookyjiimfanfiction]

Epilogue

Tear In My Heart | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff of the highest extremity

Word Count: 1625

Authors’ Note: I can’t believe that this is the last chapter for this series! It’s been such a great run and we love you all so much for showing your support! Hope you love it as much as we did! :) (picture credit)

Epilogue - June 2019 - End of the Bandito Tour

Jenna: Let's be cute today! Put on your cutest sundress and I'm going to be there in thirty to pick you up for a girl's day. We're getting our nails done!

That was the text that you had received less than ten minutes ago as you tore through your clothes in the closet that you shared with Josh. Finding the yellow sundress that you had instantly thought of, you quickly changed into it and slipped on some wedges that went perfectly with the color scheme you were going for. You did your makeup in record time, still making sure that it was perfect before moving to your hair, pulling it halfway up and into a cute messy bun. Spraying some perfume on to finalize your look, you heard the doorbell ring - instantly knowing that it was Jenna. Jim, who had been laying on the bed as you got ready, lifted his head up curiously as he heard it and instantly ran down the hall.

You made your way behind him and grabbed your cellphone and purse, hurrying over to the front door. Opening the door to reveal a smiley Jenna, you giggled a bit at her and then pulled her in for a big hug.

"Hey, you! I'm just going to leave Josh a note that I'll be leaving to go out with you. Just give me a second. I'll meet you out there."

"Okay, hurry up! We have stuff to do!"

Hurrying back over to your post-it notes, as Jenna reclosed the door to head back to her car, you grabbed a pen and quickly jotted down your location and that you'd be back later. Adding a little heart at the end, you said goodbye to Jim with a pat on his head and exited your home, locking it behind you. You got into her car and the both of you were off to the nail salon.

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"You know that I never have my nails longer. They don't make things easy at work."

"I know, but it would be nice to see something different on you. Just to try! If you don't like it after 24 hours, then we can come back and get them fixed."

After thinking on it, you finally decided to give in and try for a bit of a longer nail. You may have budged on the subject, but you weren't going to completely move. After getting your nails done and feeling pampered, you both decided on having lunch at the nearest thai food restaurant. It had been forever since you had eaten it, so it was a never ending craving. You both got to talk about many things, including how life had been, how things were going in both relationships... everything under the sun. When she looked at her watch with a sigh, she looked up to you again and started gathering her trash.

"It's getting a bit late and I promised Ty that I would be back home to cook some dinner. You ready?"

"Yeah, let's go!"

*     *     *

The drive back home was filled with more discussion and light music playing in the background. No matter how much time the both of you spent together, there was never a shortage of things to talk about, and that's one of the many reasons why you loved Jenna. Finally pulling back into your driveway, you smiled to your best friend and leaned over to give her a hug.

"I'll talk to you soon, okay? Thank you so much for today. It was fun!" you exclaimed as you got out of the car to head inside.

With a smirk, she nodded and waved, "You're welcome!"

You watched as Jenna pulled out of the driveway and disappeared around the bend at the end of the street. Once she was out of sight, you grabbed your keys from the depths of the purse and made your way up the path that led to the house. Josh had been pretty quiet in terms of communication today, and you were silently hoping that he was home already so you two could spend the rest of the afternoon together.

Music was the first thing that you heard when you opened the door. You recognized it instantly; it was the song that you and Josh had first danced to at Tyler and Jenna’s wedding, also known as the night that you had fully realized how you felt about Josh. After you had confessed that to him shortly after you started dating, you two had deemed the song that played that night “your song”.

“Hello?” you called as you set your things by the door and kicked off your shoes. “Josh?”

“I’m in here!”

You were relieved to hear his voice. After taking a second to look over your appearance in the mirror and deeming it passable, you followed the sound of the music into the living room. Your heart stopped as soon as you rounded the corner.

Fairy lights were strung all around the room, blinking softly against the walls and furniture, with pictures of you and Josh from the moment you had met to only a few short weeks ago clipped along them. Rose petals were laid out on the ground, creating a path from where you were standing to the middle of the room. There were even a couple of your favorite candles around, adding to the romantic atmosphere. And in the middle of it all was your boys - Josh and Jim - wearing matching black bow ties.

“What’s going on?” you asked, never letting your eyes leave Josh as you grew closer to him. “I didn’t forget an anniversary, did I? Isn’t it in two months?”

“You didn’t forget anything,” Josh smiled. “But you are going to remember something.”

Before you had a chance to ask what he meant, Josh dropped to one knee and pulled out a little black box. Your eyes were brimmed with tears in an instant, hardly able to believe what they were seeing in front of them. Josh was absolutely beaming as he turned the box over in his hands a few times.

“I thought for a long time about how and when and where I wanted to do this, but the one thing I never had to question was why. Y/N, I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that I was going to fall in love with you and from then on there was no going back. I have fallen in love with every last thing about you, even the parts that you think don’t deserve to be loved. There is nobody else in the world that I would rather spend the rest of my life with. So, Y/N Y/L/N,” he opened the little box and held it out towards you, “will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you barely managed to choke out through the tears. “Of course, Josh.”

Josh’s smile grew even wider, if that was even possible, as he pulled the ring out of the box. You held out your hand and he carefully slipped the ring onto your finger. It was shining in the dim light from the fairy lights. Jim, upon noticing the excitement, was eagerly thumping his tail against the floor.

“I didn’t want to get anything too big so that you could still wear it while you’re working,” Josh explained as he stood back up. “I hope you like it.”

“It’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

You finally managed to get your hands on Josh and pulled him into a kiss. His arms wound around your waist, pulling you into the embrace that had provided you with comfort for so many years. He was the first to pull away, but he kept his forehead pressed against yours.

“You look beautiful today, by the way,” he grinned as he wiped away some of your tears with his thumb.

“Thank you.” A familiar heat rose to your cheeks, despite the fact it was a compliment you had heard countless times before. “I love you so much, Josh. This was everything I ever could have dreamed of.”

“I just wanted to make this moment special. I love you to the stars and back and wanted to show you that.”

“You definitely did.”

You kissed him again, but it was interrupted by an all too familiar voice.

“So, it finally happened, huh?”

You spun around in Josh’s arms, still keeping your hands on his shoulders. Tyler was standing just inside the living room with his arms crossed, that same stupid smirk that you had seen so many times before plastered on his face.

“No, Tyler,” you held a finger out towards him, “you do not get to come ruin this moment. You’ve done plenty of that already.”

Josh and Tyler both began to laugh, making you turn back to look at Josh in surprise.

“Y/N, it’s ok. He helped me set all of this up, he’s supposed to be here.”

“You’re sure?”

He smiled, “I’m sure.”

“I’m not the only one who’s here, either.”

Tyler wandered around the corner towards the entryway. He returned shortly after with Jenna, who was trying - and failing - to hide her obvious excitement.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“Well, I knew that this was going to be a big moment for us,” Josh explained. “And I figured what better way to celebrate it than with our family?”

That was enough to send a fresh wave of tears down your cheeks. You were still in disbelief that you had ended up surrounded by so many wonderful people who cared for you so deeply. People that you now knew would be by your side for the rest of your life.

It was better than you ever could have dreamed of.

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The end?

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[ao3feed-joshler]

let no man tear asunder

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/39ZmNpu

by DarchangelSkye

"You an' me. It'd be a ritual for us. So at least whatever happens, we know we're bound."

  Tyler felt his stomach tighten; he'd witnessed enough painful 'rituals' to last a lifetime. "Not exactly a legal binding-"

  "Something doesn't have to be legal to be the right thing."

Words: 2294, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Real Person Fiction, Rock Music RPF, Bandom, Twenty One Pilots, Trench - Twenty One Pilots (Album)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Josh Dun, Tyler Joseph, Banditos (Twenty One Pilots)

Relationships: Josh Dun/Tyler Joseph

Additional Tags: Trench!verse, Dema!verse, DEMA (Twenty One Pilots), Alternate Universe - Trench (Album), Alternate Universe - Dema, Banditos - Freeform, Sleepy Cuddles, Marriage Proposal, unique wedding ceremony, Fire, Symbolism, Handfasting, Team as Family, Blessings, Security, Love, Holding Hands, (why didn't I put that tag earlier I are dumbass), Inspired by Photography, Inspired By Tumblr, Wordcount: 1.000-3.000, it's my fanfic and I get to choose the worldbuilding, @ Tyler release the Trench Bible you coward

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/39ZmNpu

[teeentyonepilots]

secret santa - im sorry that ur feeling down my friend :(( is there anything i can do for u ? today i want you to say three things you love and why, it doesent matter what they are as much as they mean something to you! holding onto things you love are what helps the most when ur feeling like this, they can bring a lot of happiness into ur day when nothing else can. and i want to say that ur blog, ur words and ur art are all things that help people smile when they feel terrible, and we love u !

hi santa!

there’s nothing in particular to do, but thank you! your messages mean a lot to me already. I took the day off of work today and that has helped me feel better. 

1. i love dogs because they are really cute and loving. I feel really connected to the dogs I pass by on the streets and if I get a chance to pet them!! it just makes everything seem so much better. 

2. i really love the song Bandito because it’s so complex and beautiful and makes me feel a lot of wonderful things.

3. I love dancing at parties. Music is important to me, and moving my body around to the beat, singing along... i just get so happy when I get to groove to good music. I actually look forward to the dancing part of wedding receptions

thank you so much-- it helps to feel like I have a place somewhere. I’m going to go off and do one of my favorite things.... write.

[foliea]

Rubber Band - Tyler Joseph Imagine

Paring: Friend!Tyler x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1,630

warnings: brief mention of self harm, a bit of angst but mainly sweet

authors note: this has been plaguing my mind for days now. And honestly it’s probably my favorite fic i’ve written ever. I’m super proud of this and I hope you all like this as well. Also I spent like two and a half hours writing this, it’s 4 am I’m tired.

March 17, 2006

as I walked down the halls on my way to the gym, I tugged down the sleeves on my hoodie. Insuring no one would see what tortures I put myself through. 

Just as I rounded the corner into the next corridor I felt someone run right into my chest. “Uh, sorry...” I muttered as I stuck my hand out to help the girl, who had fallen to the floor. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

She took my hand and hoisted herself up. “No harm done.” She smiled while dusting off her jeans. She slowly looked me up and down, eyes lingering on my arm. I quickly looked down only to see that my sleeve had been scrunched up near my elbow.

The girl sighed as I yanked the sleeve down. There was a brief slapping noise before she extended her hand out to me. In it was a singular rubber band. “Here take this. And uh when ever you feel the need to...” She trailed off looking to my now covered arm. I nodded understanding what she meant. “Just pull it back and let it go. Keep doing that until the feeling goes away.”

Hesitantly, I took the rubber band from her. “Thank you...” I looked up realizing I had no idea what her name was.

“Y/N.” She smiled.

“Thank you Y/N.” I quickly pulled the rubber band onto my wrists, just as the warning bell rang. 

“I’ll see you around...”

“Tyler.” 

“Tyler.” She repeated with a small nod before walking off.

Over the next few months Y/N and I swapped numbers to keep in touch over summer.

July 6, 2011

As I walked into the small coffee shop, a bell signified my entry. Despite living in Columbus my whole life, I had still yet to come here. “I’ll be right with you!” A small yelp was left out slightly after.

I walked up to the counter and stood there awkwardly waiting for the girl to appear from the back of the shop. As I stood I inspected the store. There were two other people there, an elderly couple, sitting by the window.

“Okay sorry about that.” The girl appeared behind the counter with a grin on her face. She seemed familiar. “What can I getcha?” 

I froze realizing I had no clue what I wanted. Hesitantly I looked up to the chalk board behind the girl. As I searched for something that I knew would please me I fiddled with the rubber band on my wrist.

“Ya know I gave you a rubber band in our sophomore year of high school not thinking too much about it.” Suddenly it hit me.

“Y/N?” 

“That’s my name don’t wear it out.” She let out a light chuckle at her own joke. “How are you these days, Tyler?”

“Honestly? Pretty good. My band has our CD Release party in a couple days. Well I say band... It’s really just me and my friend Josh on stage singing and playing drums...”

“Sounds like a wonderful time. Maybe I’ll show up.”

“Really?” she nodded with a toothy smile on her face. 

“Now, have you decided on what you want?” 

I quickly ordered my drink and handed her the money, making sure to leave a little extra in the tip jar.

Maybe I’ll have to come back to this cafe more often.

July 8, 2014

I nervously stood in front of the mirror when there was a knock at the door. “Come in!” 

“Hey, Ty.” Y/N smiled. “Ready for your big day?”

Although on the inside I was screaming yes. I still shook my head. “No... What if she walks out on me?”

“Tyler there is no way in hell that Jenna is going to walk out on you. You two are so in love its disgusting.” We both chuckled.

There was another knock at the door. “Tyler, Y/N c’mon we gotta go.” Quietly, we both stood up. She patted my shoulder giving me one last reassuring smile before running off to find Josh.

Ever since I had introduced the two, Jenna and Y/N became inseparable. Meaning that when it came time for Jenna to pick her bridesmaids, Y/N had to be on the list. And of course Josh would be one of my groomsmen.

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“And yeah I know I probably should have ‘practiced’ my speech but I felt like wigging it would be better...” as josh when off on a tangent about how he didn’t practice his speech and everyone was listening intently, my mind wandered to how incredibly lucky I am. I just married my best friend and along with her, I have two of the greatest other best friends.

“Okay it looks like it’s my turn to talk.” Y/N let out a dry chuckle as as stood up. “The first time I ever met Tyler, I was on my way to chem, totally dreading it cause I had a test, when all of a sudden I run right into someone’s chest.” As she retold the story her face would falter only to perk of at certain points. “... It’s crazy to think that I made three life long best friends because of a stupid rubber band...”

She passed the mic onto one of Jenna’s other bridesmaids as she sat down, hands fiddling with something in her lap. From the distance I was at I couldn’t see but the look Josh had given me said it was something familiar. 

August 25, 2016

Josh and I quickly ran off stage only to be greeted by the open arms of Y/N. “You boys did amazing.” We smiled pulling her into another hug.

“Couldn’t do it without our number one fan cheering us on!” Josh laughed poking her stomach

“Cheering? No. Taking the best concert pics you’ll see in your life? Yes.” All three of us laughed again walking back to our dressing room to gather out belongings.

As we packed I could see Y/N’s smile falter while she quietly pulled at something on her wrist. “You boys... and girl... ready to hit the road?” Our tour manager asked, peaking his head through the door slightly.

“Yep!” Y/N jumped up off the couch quickly, turning to us. “I’m gonna head out to the bus to get ahead on editing these photos.” and with that she walked out.

December 28, 2018

“I remember the day pretty well for it being twelve years ago.” Slowly I told the story of how Y/N and I met, how I invited her to our CD Release, how she comforted me when I got nervous before my wedding, how she would take photos for us on tour. 

I could see her family crying in the front row, Josh quietly wiping his tears away as he held onto her little sister. Jenna was staring at me, silently encouraging me to finish. 

“But most importantly I remember the last time I saw her. There was something broken behind her E/C eyes. Something that I knew was too late to fix.” I sighed. “I didn’t think too much of it at the time though, I thought maybe she had spilled coffee on herself this morning, or maybe she was stood up on a date. I just wished I would have noticed that she was grabbing the rubber band on her wrist just a bit more than usual.” 

I rubbed my hand over my face, messing with my own rubber band. “I’m sorry.” I swiftly put down the microphone and ran off the to bathroom.

September 30, 2019

“Hey Y/N. Sorry I haven’t talked to you in a while. Tour, you know how it is. Anyways I thought I should say hi since it is you’re birthday and everything. Life’s been hectic recently. Josh and I just finished the final leg of the Bandito tour. The fans love it, they miss your photos by the way. Like a crazy ton. We’ve already started working on our next album. It’s gonna be better than any of our others. Okay maybe not Regional since that’s always been you’re favorite- actually scratch that, it will definitely be better than Regional. Everyone misses having you around. Especially Josh, but he’s been doing better recently. Jenna misses having another girl on tour with her. Oh that reminds me, Jenna designed our newest tour bus. Its awesome. Or I guess in Twenty One Pilots fashion, sick as frick. My mom misses you as well. She says I need someone around to convince me not to get anymore tattoos. I still have that uke you made me. The one with the art from each album. Don’t get mad at me but I added yellow tape so that Trench fits into it as well. Wait I almost forgot, Jenna and I have a kid coming soon, we don’t know if they’ll be a boy or girl but we decided that if it is a girl we’ll name her after you since you mean so much to us. I still have all the Polaroids you would take of me, you, and Josh. It’s crazy to think of how long it’s been since those were taken. It’s getting pretty late so I think I should go... Bye Y/N.” I slowly stood up brushing the dirt off my pants. I started to walk away before stopping in my tracks and turning around. “Wait I was going to sing for you... one sec.”

I sat down again pulling my ukulele out of my bag before starting to play Truce. “Take pride in what is sure to die.” I sang as I strummed the last cord. Silently I removed the rubber band from my wrist and gently placed it on the ground. “I’m sorry friend.” I said turning away from the grave.

[x-whyareyoureadingthis-x]

5, 14, 23, 30?

5:A song that needs to be played LOUD

Gegenparty by Killerpilze or for those who don’t speak German: Burn Bright by MCR

14:A song that you would love played at your wedding

24k Lush by Frank Iero and the Future Violents

23:A song that you think everybody should listen to

Planet B by Killerpilze, or Sing by MCR

30:A song that reminds you of yourself

Bandito by Twenty One Pilots and I’m not okay by MCR