#demaverse au

[blurryface-never-left]

Pur•ity

There's something oddly fascinating about a particular outfit that Blurryface appears in. In the sea of various dark clothes, there's one that seems to stand out from the crowd. The snow white hoodie, over a button-up and finished off by an identical white pair of trousers. A stark contrast against the charcoal black that coats the skin of their hands and neck, with the addition of ruby red swimming in their irises. This white, the color that symbolizes purity and innocence, ironically being donned by an entity that prides itself on eradicating just that.

Like a taunt, or mockery. Or even more malicious, a disguise. A wolf in sheeps clothing if you will. A perfect fit to appear to introduce itself in, if they were to try to slide their way into your psyche. At your lowest moment, the perfect time to strike. When your vision is too blurred by the overwhelming rush of tears in the midst of a panic attack, you'll be more likely to miss the inky black of their hands as they take you in, brushing your hair or rubbing circles on your back to soothe your anxiety. An anxiety they'd never admit was amplified by their infestation that they already started in your mind. You can only take in the comforting, safety of the white hoodie you'd cry into. You'll develop a trust with your new, otherworldly friend before you could correlate the red eyes and shadows with anything malevolent.

After all, how can they be dangerous? With how they keep you company, when your friends slowly begin to fade from your life, or how they're willing to stay and listen to you spill your flaws and downfalls to them. They do it because they care..

A friend. An odd, eerie even, shadowed friend. They have your best interest in mind. So when they suggest relieving your stress with a razor blade, or satiate your anxiety by encouraging you to stay home, away from the terrifying world, you can assure its from a place of support.

Right?

[i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky]

so and the fuck to do with my demaverse au in which tyler is not clancy

[blurryfce300]

Hey, Ive been following your blog for a while, and Ive come across your art about that Rebel Red AU you got going on. I love it a lot, the art is amazing, your designs are so freakin sick and Im just really curious about the AU. Do you have like a story in it that you've shared somewhere? I just want to learn more about it. If your not comfortable with sharing anymore than you have, I understand! Im just huge sucker for demaverse AUs--

Top fans are just so creative 🥺

yea i have a carrd før it enjoy the nonsense

[junkyard-dunky]

I just read nine lives by @vialism and I’m just

This is me

[iwontfall-inlovewithfalling]

Omg omg omg- Vetomo headcanons please?

You got it :P

still wears the red bishop robe in his own district but also varies the outfits he wears underneath the robe quite often

likes to annoy Keons bc he thinks it's funny when the other gets angry

oh besides emotional weaknesses (*cough* Andre) if he ever finds and puts on Tyler's flower cardigan he'd be rendered completely powerless

his forgotten memories are linked to his very being aka the song he was made from

has some cool snake related powers but doesn't know it

only follows rules because he genuinely believes he has to

[beanfic]

Chapter 8

Word Count: 1670

Warnings: Language and talk of sexual activities

Author’s note: I had to combine chapter 8 & 9 because they both were like 700 words and I wanted the chapters to be longer! Anyways, enjoy!

You threw yourself onto Tyler, who was sitting on the couch, writing lyrics. It was one of those days where the kids were at school, and you usually both were watching Westley but today Josh decided to talk Westley out to the park.

“I can’t believe we have the house to ourselves for a whole day,” you mumbled as you started to play with Tyler’s chin. His stubble was growing out and it tickled your fingers.

“I know,” he smiled down at your face which was resting on his lap.

“I wish you didn’t have to hide playing music,” you told him while looking over at the lyrics he was writing.

“Me too.”

“I’m a bandito?” you read off the pad of paper he was writing on.

“Yeah, it’s a song dedicated to the fans! You should have seen all of them, they make me so happy.” Tyler started to play with your hair.

“God my back hurts so much,” you complain while rubbing your lower back. Bending over and creating clothes for hours on end was really hard on your body.

“You want me to give you a massage?” He asks and you nod.

“Here, let me take my shirt off so it’s easier.” You threw your shirt on the ground, smirking at Tyler the entire time.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” Tyler whispered in your ear as he started to massage your back.

“You tell me everyday, Ty.” You sighed at the feeling of your knots finally being rubbed out. The massage lasted a good ten minutes until you could finally bend over without straining.

“Feel better?” he asked, and you gave him a smile while nodding yes. Tyler bent down and gave you a long kiss.

“I’ve missed this,” you said while pulling away for a second.

“Why don’t we go upstairs? Josh won’t be back for a while, we should take advantage of no one home,” Tyler grabbed your hand.

You weren’t sure what to do, because there was a limit on three kids in a family for population control, and you stopped taking birth control because it made you gain weight, and you knew exactly why Tyler wanted to take you upstairs.

“It’s dangerous Ty, you know that.”

“I can pull out, it’ll be okay, Y/N. I love you and I just want to show you.” Tyler pulled you into another kiss before you could start to argue again.

“Okay,” you whispered. Tyler then picked you up so you had your legs wrapped around his hips and he kissed you all the way upstairs to the bedroom.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m scared, I don’t want to put you more at a risk,” you explained but Tyler grabbed your face with his hands.

“I will never let anything bad happen to you,” he promised. You smiled, and pulled him into another kiss, throwing his clothes off desperately.

“Did you finish inside?” you asked, turning around to face a sweaty Tyler standing behind you.

“I...I’m sorry.” Tyler was at a loss for words.

“Tyler!” You screamed and you rushed to the bathroom. Your breath got short, and the room started spinning. You lost your balance and tried to grab to the counter but you fell to the floor. Tyler came rushing to your side and grabbed you as you started to sob.

“I’m sorry Y/N, it’s going to be okay,” he wiped your tears away.

“No it’s not Tyler. You freaking came inside me, and i’m going to get pregnant and the Bishops are going to take me and kill me and they’re going to find out about you.”

Tyler shushed you, “Y/N, we don’t even know if anything has happened. I’m sorry I couldn’t control myself. I’m sorry.”

“Go out and buy me a pregnancy test. Now,” you ordered him. Tyler grabbed his car keys and ran out immediately.

20 minutes passed of you pacing around your bedroom waiting for Tyler to return. Finally you heard his footsteps running up the stairs and bursting into the bedroom.

“I brought you three kinds,” he panted, out of breath from running.

“Good thing these are immediate now.” You grabbed the first test and went to pee on the stick. With the technology nowadays, you were able to tell if you were pregnant right after finishing, instead of waiting a while.

You took all three, and started to wait to see the results. Tyler sat on the bed, bent over with his between his knees, while you continued pacing around. Finally, the timer went off signaling the tests were ready. You headed over and looked at all three results.

“Oh shit,” you muttered.

“I just don’t know what we are going to do!” you exclaimed to Tyler, who was now pacing around his room, after finding that you were pregnant.

“I seriously fucked up, I’m so sorry Y/N.” He grabbed your hands and pulled you into a hug.

“It’s okay, accidents happen but I don’t want to lose the baby.” You place your hand on your stomach.

“We are just so rebellious,” Tyler tried to joke with you, which made you laugh a little.

“We’re back!” Josh yelled from downstairs.

“Maybe he will know what to do.” Tyler started to head downstairs, and you followed behind him.

“How’s my baby?” you cooed to Westley who was in his stroller. You picked him up and gave him a kiss on his forehead. He smiled a toothy smile up at you, laughing.

“Josh I gotta tell you something.” Tyler got serious, making Josh look up at him with a worried look.

“Is everything okay, man?”

“Y/N is pregnant.”

Josh looked over at you, and then looked back at Tyler, and then back to you.

“That’s not good.” Josh ran his hand through his messy hair and sighed.

“I know, and I don’t want to lose the baby,” you exclaimed, before any of them can suggest taking the pill which would terminate an unwanted pregnancy.

“But Y/N, do you understand how much danger this is putting Tyler and I at now?” Josh started to argue.

“Josh, c’mon man, it’s her body,” Tyler interrupted, standing up for you.

“Why don’t you adopt the baby? In case they find or ask, but Tyler and I will still be the parents,” you suggested to Josh. He looks at you with wide eyes, not knowing  what to say. He pursed his lips together before speaking.

“I guess I could.”

“Would you really?” You asked excitedly.

“I would do anything to keep us all safe.” Josh pulled you and Tyler both into a group hug.

An hour later the kids came back from school. Autumn seemed exhausted, and Connor was in a bad mood once again.

“How was school?” Tyler asked them, as you started to make them an after school snack.

“Stupid.” Connor mumbled.

“No one talks to me,” Autumn whined as she grabbed the sandwich you made her.

“I’m sorry sweetie, but I promise it will get better.” You tried to reassure her but she wasn’t listening.

“Why was school bad?” Tyler asked Connor.

“Because everyone is smarter than me in my DNA classes. It’s embarrassing.”

“You’re so smart Con, it’ll get better.” Tyler placed his hand on Connor’s shoulder, giving him a fatherly hug.

“Before you guys start on your homework, I have something to tell you,” you announced. Autumn and Connor shared a look of nervousness with each other.

“Is it bad?” Autumn worried.

“No, it’s that your dad and I are expecting another baby.” You placed your hand on your stomach, even though there was obviously nothing showing yet.

“What are you talking about? You already are at the limit?” Connor started to raise his voice.

“Josh will adopt the baby so it won’t technically be illegal, but it will still be our kid, your sibling,” Tyler explained.

“Why can’t you guys just follow the fucking rules?” Connor screamed at you both before storming up the stairs. You flinched at the sound of his bedroom door slamming.

“I’ll go take care of him,” Tyler kissed you on the forehead before heading upstairs.

“Do you understand Autumn?” You asked your daughter who was sitting at the table, stunned after everything that just happened.

“I’m going to have another sibling?”

“Yep, and to make sure we are safe, we are going to report that i’m a surrogate for Josh but in reality it’s my baby,” you try your hardest to explain to her, so that she didn’t worry.

“I see that Connor didn’t take it well?” Josh walked into the kitchen, holding a sleeping Westley.

“Nope.” You shook your head.

“Be safe,” you kissed Tyler before he headed out to Trench with Josh.

“I always am.” Tyler opened the door, and blew you a kiss before closing it behind him.

Tyler and Josh headed down to the Trench, and were welcomed with yellow flower petals being thrown on them as they reached the end.

“I have a new song to play for all of you tonight,” Tyler spoke. Josh sat down at his drum set. “I want all of you to hold hands with one another and sway side to side.”

Everybody grabbed hands and started to sway as Tyler sang.

“I can take the high road, but i know that i’m going low, i’m a ban-, i’m a bandito,” everyone chorused together. It brought tears to Tyler’s eyes to see everyone together as a family, feeling of safety.

As the show ended, and everyone wanted to talk to Tyler and Josh and thank them, Josh started to hyperventilate.

“Josh, are you okay?” Tyler grabbed his shoulder and made him look at him.

“I swear I saw someone in red watching in the corner,” his voice quivered as he pointed a shaky finger to the corner.

“I don’t see anything?” Tyler looked around confused, but there was no way Josh would be acting this way if he didn’t actually see something.

[danenation]

Chapters: ½ Fandom: Twenty One Pilots Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tyler Joseph/Josh Dun Characters: Tyler Joseph, Josh Dun Additional Tags: Demaverse, dema au, Tent Sex, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, PTSD, Anxiety, Banditos - Freeform, trench, Strangers to Lovers Summary:

When Josh comes back, Tyler says; “Hey,” Josh doesn’t return the greeting.

[borderlinefroggie]

I cant believe I only have two chapters left of The Creator over on beanfic!!! this was my first series i have ever written and the support i have gotten on it has been amazing!! i never thought i would write an trench au or demaverse or anything like that, but it was honestly so fun

[ao3feed-joshler]

Afraid Of The Dark

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SFq9n2

by violetjosh

When Josh comes back, Tyler says; "Hey," Josh doesn't return the greeting.

Words: 7042, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Twenty One Pilots

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tyler Joseph, Josh Dun

Relationships: Tyler Joseph/Josh Dun

Additional Tags: Demaverse, dema au, Tent Sex, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, PTSD, Anxiety, Banditos - Freeform, trench, Strangers to Lovers

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SFq9n2

[blurryface-never-left]

Bliss

[Inspired by: Chmcl's rendition of Mulberry Street by Twenty One Pilots]

[ This piece is best experienced by those who listen to the posted link. Read along with it if you wish. Thank you for your time ]

One, two, three, yeah

Ah-ah-ah

Wake up, it seems your programming has been interrupted.

Keep your bliss

There's nothing wrong with this

How peculiar, it seems the station has been changed. You know how these dingy things are. A small nudge of the antenna and you can pick up a different signal

Ah-ah-ah, yeah, woo-ooh

Keep your bliss

There's nothing wrong with this

Perhaps this is a new experience the Holy Ones are trying out? That old black and white droning was getting boring, yeah? But you seemed quite hooked on it. After all, you weren't really sleeping, your eyes were open the whole time.

Keep your sunny days

Leave us in the rain

Tie strings to our hands and feet

To rain on your parade

Music... Never thought the day would come when we'd hear that within these concrete walls...

You can have the weekends

We will live between them

Keep your pills, save your breath

And don't ever forget

Its so warped and saturated. You can barely pick up the mop of pink on that boys head. Gosh, doesn't he look familiar? If only you could make out his face. Its so blurred on this old rabbit ear TV. Surely this performance wasn't made to be played on such outdated technology.

Get out of our way

But do you even know of better tech? This is as modern as you'll get here...

We're moving sideways

Welcome to Mulberry Street, yeah

Where was that? Was there a Mulberry Street in City? How much has changed out there since they put you in here?

So move out of our way

We're pushing sideways

Keep sidewalk under your feet

When was the last time you moved, child? You've been glued to that chair since they sat you in it. Maybe you should test out those legs and check the door. See if anyone has noticed your Television's altered station.

Ain't no sunny skies, 'til you finally realize

That everybody relies on synthetic highs

They find someone to prescribe

Easy now, I know your meds make you awfully fatigued and weak. The door is just behind you, remember? Just a few steps away. Surely you haven't been out of it this long, have you?

Keep your bliss

There's nothing wrong with this

We just wanna feel it all

Keep your pills, save your breath

And don't ever forget

The metal door is still shut and locked tight, huh? Its icy to the touch, just like the rest of the room. Calm the shivering child, try to listen for any movement out there. Someone should be coming for you soon...

Get out of our way

We're moving sideways

Welcome to Mulberry Street, yeah

Press your ear against the door, tell me, can you hear anyone? Footsteps, a voice? You're far away from the crowd, but the Holy Ones wouldn't leave you, right?

So move out of our way, we're pushing sideways

Listen... Listen...

Keep sidewalk under your feet

The TVs gone quiet, what do you hear out there, child?

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Mulberry Street, so good to see you

Mulberry Street, so good to see you

Mulberry Street, so good to see you

Mulberry Street

And don't ever forget

Nothing. Like always. Look, the show is continuing on screen. Enjoy it while you can.

Get out of our way

We're moving sideways

Welcome to Mulberry Street, yeah

So move out of our way

We're pushing sideways

Keep sidewalk under your feet

Sit back down, child. Aren't those performers having so much fun? How kind of them to give you a break from your programming. Don't get used to it.

Keep your bliss

There's nothing wrong with this-

TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES - PLEASE REMAIN SEATED -

Oh? I guess it wasn't intentional. I guess the signal was disrupted.

-WE WELCOME YOU BACK TO YOUR REGULAR SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING-

Oh... Well, it certainly was fun while it lasted...

[blurryface-never-left]

Okay holy moly I didn't think this would stick with me so much but @starboy14176 your idea on there being a small subsection of people within dema having the ability to be living vessels has taken over my mind. I just love this idea!

You said people don't find out they're a living Vessel until they turn 13 and attend a Ceremony/Ritual where they reveal the vessel has black blood, but imagine...

Everyones blood is red, but once you hit 13, for people who are living vessels, only then does the blood begin to turn black. What if a few days or weeks leading up to the Ceremony/birthday you accidentally cut your finger on something and when you go to care for your wound you spot the dots and swirls of black within your blood and realize what you are?

To be a living Vessel is like the equivalent of being an Angel or something higher power in Dema and your usually seen as a miracle. But you've heard the rumors of how living Vessels are treated, and the concept of your body being used scares the crap out of you. Would you pretend you didn't see it and continue life, dreading the due date of your Ceremony knowing you'll never see your family again once the Bishops take you away to live with the other living vessels? Would you begin a plan to escape? Or would you find a way to skip out on the Ceremony in hopes they'll forget you? Hope that you can lie to your family about how it went, even gaslight your peers that, "yeah I was definitely there! Wasn't anything special, nope! Its probably why you can't remember seeing me there, I was nothing special, haha."

Multiple people also get checked for their Vessel status at the same time, like your class in school pulls out all the 13 yr olds at once and escorts you to the ceremony hall in the center of the City were you all line up for your ritual. Would you attempt to slip free, and pray they don't have a role call in place?

What happens if your sitting away in a small corner within the city near your schoolhouse, waiting for your peers to come back, only to hear the sirens that a citizen is missing?

[blurryface-never-left]

Yo, here's that late night thingy I did ages ago regarding religious authority positions in Vialism. Want to preface, I used Google to define the actual positions taken from Christian/Catholic religion and altered them to fit this fictional religion. About 2 of these positions are made up by me, you'll see a lil foot note saying it on them:

HRO: High Ranking Official

*Fictional(developed for this religion)

-Usually the supervisors of certain sectors of each district. Essentially, the Bishops second pair of eyes. They work hand in hand with Churchwardens/wardens. Overseer of both positions. They maintain order and push for task/job completion to keep the city running smoothly.

Bishop: 2nd Highest ranking title.

-Within Vialism, the only ones given the title Bishop is the 9 Bishops who rule over Dema.

Archbishop: 1st Highest ranking title

-Rarely mentioned, Nicholas Bourbaki is the only one out the 9 Bishops who holds the title Archbishop. Overseer of all of Dema, and the leader of all the Bishops.

Priests/Abbot: Work directly with the bishops of their district relating specifically to Vialism

-Each district has a set amount of churches, each maintained by a priest/abbot for the purpose of maintaining the religion within Dema. Takes direct orders from the Bishop of their district(i.e: Bishops Keons maintains control of the priests/abbots who's churches resides in his district)

Churchwarden: Officers of the churches

*Semi-fictional Meaning(modified to fit Vialism)

-Authority enforcer relating specifically to the protection and peace of Vialism. Watches over churches, church services, etc. Maintains peace, usually in charge of reporting possible rebellions along with HROs and Wardens, and steps in when generally needed.

Warden: Policemen of Dema

Similar position to Churchwardens, but it works more as a police force outside of church/Vialism related issues. Patrols the streets of Dema and are in charge of investigating possible rebellions or breaches from The Outside.

Suffragan: Bishops assistant

*Semi-fictional Meaning(modified to fit Vialism)

-An assistant that works directly under a Bishop(s). A rare position, and many times temporarily given. Usually a messenger, back and forth type position, completing minor tasks the Bishop(s) is too busy to complete. More often than not your job is to follow your Bishop and be ready to complete whatever task they'll throw at you. Has often been filled by a Heathen during re-programming. Being forced to be leashed to a Bishop for a set amount of time is part of rehabilitating those who attempted to defy Dema/Vialism. Many who reach this point never attempt to leave again.

-Churches in Dema are located mostly in the outer sections of each district, for the citizens too far away from the Towers of Silence, to go to a place of worship without having to long travel

-The bottom section of the ToS(Towers of Silence) work as a Cathedral of sorts. The main location of worship. The only place the Bishops perform their own worship

-Chapels can be found littered throughout each district. Overlooked by no figure of power, they simply are places for citizens to do individual worship at any give time throughout the week.

[blurryface-never-left]

13 years old. The transition between childhood to adulthood. An exciting time for some, a dreadful reminder of mortality for others. You often found yourself in between those sentiments. It was indeed an accomplishment reaching this point. At least in your family's eyes, as they gave you a small celebration to your existence in your quaint little apartment nestled deep within your home, Dema.

Birthdays aren't seen as anything spectacular within the walls, usually consisting of a few cards, a small dinner, and a gift or two from the closest relatives. That's how yours went anyways. The new notebook you received had already became your most cherished gift, its papers being filled up the moment your family cleaned up from the get together and left you to the privacy of your room.

It was to be used for school, your mother had told you. But the look you shared when she gave it to you already made it clear you had other plans.

A creative one, you are... you were. It was your light in that dim City. A truly loved and praised City, but your young mind could feel the emptiness of it. Not that you'd air those types of thoughts with anyone. Not when you had a notebook you could share said thoughts with safely now.

By the time the rest of your birth month had passed, you bled your thoughts onto a quarter of the pages. Scribbles, clashes of words, both positive and negative, retelling your days on the few occurrences when the monotony had alterations in its repetitive cycle.

It was ten past midnight when it happened. Your corner in the room holding your dingy desk was a light by an old lamp, allowing you see the words you placed upon the lines of your book. You were supposed be in bed, but the thoughts caged behind your eyes screamed to be let out, making it impossible to rest. Rapid flicks of your wrist, down the page until every line was decorated with words. In your haste to continue to the next page, you had nicked your finger on the edge while flipping it, leaving an almost invisible cut if it wasn't for the bulbs of liquid beginning to bubble between the newly opened wound.

In order to avoid possible staining of your work, you chose to swallow down your remaining thoughts and take yourself to the washroom to clean the cut.

It was supposed to be a quickly dealt with issue, run some water over it, pat it dry, and let a band-aid protect it for the time being. But your eyes laid notice of the blood swirling in the water in the sink.

Crimson red began to take a darker shade, up until the liquid leaving your flesh became a blackened tone. Like that of the ink of a pen. You had rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, but the inky substance did not return to its red at another glance. You began to panic, quickly turning the water off and hastily finishing the process of bandaging the little cut and rushing back to your room.

You repeated to yourself that you were just tired, your sleepy mind playing tricks on you as you chose to try and get some shut eye, now that your anxiety had silenced your previous thoughts.

But it wasn't that simple. Your worse fears were confirmed the next morning, building up the courage to remove the band-aid and address your cut. There was black dots that were absorbed onto the band-aid, the excess that came out after washing it. You shouldn't have, but you picked away at the developing scab, letting blood once again bubble to the surface.

Black as ink.

You've heard of this phenomenon before. Such a rare, rare occurrence in Dema. Something you only find out about once you turn 13. Usually though, your not supposed to discover this until Ritual Day, where the Bishops come together with all the citizens that turned 13 that year to participate in the Ceremony of The Living Vessels.

The intricate details of such a thing is ignorant to you, but you had enough basic understanding to make the opinion that were not comfortable with the idea of taking on that title, let alone attending the Ritual. Everyone wants to please their Bishops, be a hardworking, dutiful citizen, doing their part to maintain the City, to its highest standards. To be a Living Vessel would be taking on a whole new responsibility, directly with your Bishop.

The outlining factor giving you that role? Black blood. If there is other defining traits, then you and many others are unaware of them. Usually those who've been chosen during the Ceremony are whisked away to live in a separate location from the rest of the residents in City, in order to be in close proximity to the Bishops for use. Such an isolating experience, you think.

But to those around you, to them that's seen as a miracle. Your peers at school rejoice at the idea of being such a special, much needed, phenomenon. Parents don't defy the concept when their child is revealed to be one. They'll hold vigil-like ceremonies for them, like they've been passed on, then continue life like they never had that person in their lives to begin with. Or at least that's what they look like out in public.

Would your parents do the same? Would they fight to keep you if you were to deny your duties? Would they grieve for you, if you fail to convince your Bishop to leave you be? These were not questions you wanted to play out. Not a role you wanted to fill.

Rest and rational thinking became increasingly difficult to achieve as the due date for the Annual Ceremony approached. You could never tell if anyone shared like-minded paranoia to the event, as everyone only seemed to share optimistic messages to all the potential teens, who mirrored those sentiments, almost chanting mantras of how Lucky you'll be to be a Living Vessel.

Why weren't they working on you? Your anxiety, paranoia, the minor rumors regarding this event was winning over the choir of peers telling you otherwise... You couldn't figure it out, why you were so fearful. Trying to understand your own psyche at this point was fruitless. What was really plaguing you most was your desire to somehow dodge the Ceremony without anyone noticing. You wouldn't have to deal with the begging of skipping your chosen role if no one knew you were meant for it.

And that's what you chose to do. It surprisingly wasn't all that hard. All the teens of age of your district were to attend, not just your school house of students. Parents were prohibited to attend, so concerns of loved ones taking notice was washed away.

You had slipped out of the Ceremony hall as the crowd silently filed in, getting seated within the building. No one batted an eye in your direction.

The one time in your life you were grateful for being so invisible.

It was a boring experience. You hid yourself away near the ceremony hall pretty much the whole day, up until your class exited, quietly chattering with one another. You had successfully slipped back into the crowd, just in time for one of your peers to turn in your direction, completely oblivious to your previous absence, even striking up a conversation with you.

"I can't believe Ruby was chosen! She's so Lucky..."

~

That was 5 years ago. A distant memory that changed the course of your life. You were able to finish up your schooling with the kids you grew up with. Enjoyed the birthdays you had with your family, without anyone discovering your secret. You did become awfully cautious, hyper aware of any object and/or situation that might lead to bloodshed, even of the tiniest amount. It never left your thoughts. If you recieved an injury, either by your hand or by accident, you were doubly cautious to keep the wounds covered out of fear more than anything.

Throughout that, you got to live like everyone else, even attaining a job at a high ranking factory closer to the City Center. You now held duties of your own, that contributed to the maintenance of your home. To Dema.

But, you should have been more careful. Reckless on your part to take up a job that was known to have injuries occuring on the regular. Ironic as it is, it wasn't an injury that started your downfall, it was the innate urge to avoid it that was your undoing.

Your factory was for making things. Varied materials used in other districts. Most of these materials were made with heavy machinery. Awfully expensive to have, so it was workers responsibility to clean and keep them in top condition everyday.

That day, you were one of the people tasked that morning with handling one of them. The task was simple: dismantle, clean each part, put it back together. Exhausting, but its a task you've done before.

But a slip up occured. A mistake whilst removing one of the more heavier, larger pieces. Grabbed at the wrong angle and didn't have enough time to adjust before gravity got in the way. You had a split second to choose between saving it with severe risk of bodily harm, or let it fall and avoid the danger. Like any rational person, you chose to save yourself the potential pain.

You were expecting nothing more than an awful loud bang when it hit the floor, and you apologizing to an angry supervisor after recieving a lecture. But that day was a bad luck day.

It broke in multiple pieces, even one of the pieces rolling off into the crowd of people who were rushing about that froze after witnessing your clumsiness. The factory had never been so quiet, right after it hit the ground. You couldn't remove your startled gaze from the mess, already feeling the burning holes being drilled into you from those around you.

Such a humiliating moment, turning into a nightmare when you caught the sound of a coworker muttering 'now you've done it' before everyone scampered away back to their stations, the only thing left being the heavy, yet quickly approaching footsteps.

You weren't aware your Bishop was even in the building, let alone visiting at all today, but here he was, at the worst time, but you couldn't question it now, not when he had sent you to the ground with a single smack to the side of your face. A barrage of insults on your foolishness shot out at you, as he yanked you back up by the neck of your shirt collar, semi-dragging you away to the far back of the factory space, towards a place lowly employees like yourself weren't usually allowed to go.

Being one of the more important places of work for your district, the back part was connected to a system of tunnels that led to places in the City only the Bishops and high ranking officials were allowed to occupy. It allowed quick and easy travel for those who needed to keep any eye on different segments of the City. And your now being privy to these secret parts because of your actions. Not that you could see much of it. All your eyes could really take in was the red of the Bishops robes as he marched forwards, the concrete ground, and the blotches of black coming into your vision due to your lack of oxygen coming from the inability to breathe from the grip on your neck.

You were spared your consciousness, when you made it your stop, a grey metal door opening up and the Bishop practically chucking you into a claustrophobic square spaced cell.

You tried to explain yourself, beg for forgiveness but you were silenced with another whack to the face, sending you back into the wall behind you.

But that didn't keep you quiet for long, not when your eyes locked onto an intricately designed dagger being pulled from within the cloaks of your Bishop.

The black blood that flowed through your veins went cold.

These five years were all for nothing. No amount of pleading saved you, the moment your wrist was held in his iron grip, the other dragging the blade across the canvas of your forearm, letting the inky black within your veins flow free. The sight left him visibly shocked, releasing your wrist and stepping back, letting you crumple to the floor, cradling your arm in pain.

It took him a moment to register the situation, it seemed, but when it did, his fury returned ten-fold. Back to your feet by handful of your hair, he gave you another harsh smack, but never let go to let you fall. He snatched your jaw, wrapping his cold fingers into the flesh of your cheeks, forcing you stare into his eyes behind the veil. You squirmed weakly in an attempt to pull free, but it only made him dig into your skin tighter.

"How... Dare you..." He knew well enough the only way this went unchecked was because you hid it. He can tell by your reaction previously now, you knew damn well what you were.

You choked out an apology, a chanting of "Im sorry"'s and "I didn't mean to" as if sitting out an entire Ceremony all those years ago and not telling anyone was supposed to just be an accident.

He let you drop back to the floor in a heap of your own blood and tears, quickly leaving the room, letting you wail in your misery alone.

You were able to get your sobs down to just lowly whimpers and hiccups by the time he returned, two other Bishops in tow.

You were too tired to react by now, just curled up in a corner when your Bishop grabbed you by the wrist, displaying your punishment to the others, directing them to the blackened blood that crusted up around the gash. They whispered to one another, in a language you were familiar with, but you can make out it was about this new discovery within you.

One of them reached out and dug a finger into your cut, scrapping the fresh blood that didn't make it to the surface out. You let out a screech of pain but none of them paid you mind to your suffering.

"Go ahead and take it to its new home, we'll discuss punishments at a later date." You understood that part, loud and clear. Your crying picked up again, as you were dragged out of the holding cell by your Bishop.

You can only hope your family won't be mad at you.

[Living Vessel AU credited to @starboy14176]

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Chapter 16

Word count: 1206

Warnings: Angst

Author’s note: I can’t believe this is the last chapter and the creator is coming to an end! I really hope you all enjoyed my very first series! Thank you all for the endless amount of support, and I can’t wait for my next series!

“I..I don’t know what to say,” Nico stuttered as he lowered the knife. He let go of Tyler who dropped to the ground, and Clancy bent down to see if he was okay.

“Don’t you see? Look at all these people, all these people are impacted by their music. Dad, I know you blame their music for my past actions but the fact is that I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them,” Clancy told her father as tears streamed down her face.

Nico looked at her with sympathy, and then looked out at everyone. He was at a loss of words as he started to think. He walked over to Sacarver and told him to let Josh go, and Clancy ran over and wrapped her arms around him

“I was so scared you were going to die,” she whispered into Josh’s chest and he rubbed her back.

“Nicolas,” Keons grumbled and the other Bishops looked around at each other to figure out what was going on.

“I’m the leader of Dema, Keons. Not you. I am,” he spoke strongly as he walked over to the Bishop. “You follow my rules.”

“You can’t even get cowards to follow your pathetic rules,” Keons spat but Nico shook his head.

“Maybe it’s because there is not a need for such cruel rules.” He turned around and looked out at the sea of yellow, but he turned back around towards Tyler as he heard him start to sing.

“In trench, I’m not alone,” Tyler sang, standing up, and the Banditos joining him once again. The black on his neck and hands were finally gone.

“Tyler,” your eyes filled with tears as you saw your husband regain his strength.

“Daddy!” Autumn escaped your arms and ran up to Tyler, running into his arms.

You finally reached Tyler who was now holding Autumn and Connor. You wrapped your left arm around him.

“It’s okay.” He whispered into your ear.

You looked up at Nico who was staring down at your family, but his hand was intertwined with his daughters.

“A ban on music is a ban on happiness,” Clancy whispered, looking up towards her dad and he nodded.

“What are you saying?” Keon's walked up to Nico, putting his hand on his shoulder. Nico looked up at him, his eyes wet.

“Look what I have done,” he gestures to the crowd of yellow. “There shouldn’t be a ban.”

You exchanged a look with Tyler, completely shocked as to what was happening. Was the leader of your country really coming to an understanding? What was going to happen now? You could never forgive him after what he has done to your family, even if the rules change.

“Create your music.” Nico walks over to Tyler and you. Autumn and Connor hide behind your body, and Nico kneels down. “I want to say thank you and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t understand,” Tyler mumbled but Nico raised his hand.

“You are the reason my daughter is alive. It is no one’s fault but mine as to why the past happened,” he spoke softly as he held his hand out towards Autumn but she shifted away from his gray hand.

“Don’t fear me,” he whispered to Autumn. “You remind me of Clancy when she was younger.”

“Is the ban gone?” She asked with wide eyes, and Nico nodded.

“I think it’s time for you guys to leave the city and go home.” Nico walked away with his head held low. He walked past Keons who stood there with anger filling his body.

“Tyler,” you held him tight. You pulled away and placed your hands on his cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss.

“I’m safe. We’re safe,” He whispered. He placed his hand on your belly and looked up at you with his brown eyes. “I can make music again.”

“I know,” you smiled through the tears that were now falling. Connor and Autumn were both holding each other, and Josh was standing off to the side. Clancy was talking to him, and you decided to go over and thank both of them.

“Thank you so much, Josh,” you said and he pulled you in for a huge hug. You pulled away and looked over to Clancy. She looked up to you shyly and her red hair covered most of her face.

“I’m so sorry this all happened,” she started to say but you pulled her into a hug as well.

“Without you, we probably wouldn’t be alive,” you told her.

“That’s how I feel with your husband's music.”

“We’re free!” Tyler raised his hands up in the air and Josh high fived him. He picked up Autumn with one arm and held Connor’s hand with the other.

“Time to go home?” you ask and Tyler nodded.

“Time to go home.”

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Two months had passed since your family was captured by Nico, and it has also been two months since the ban was removed. It took only two days for Nico to have another emergency broadcast where he lifted the ban and explained the new rules for Dema.

Listeners and creators didn’t exist anymore, as anybody could be a listener. There were still regulations on becoming a creator, but Josh and Tyler were playing shows already. They have been traveling to different Trenches in Dema and creating new music and it seemed like the good old days once again.

Your stomach was showing more, and you had found out that you were having a little girl. You were excited that she would be able to be sung to sleep by Tyler since Autumn was never able to experience that. You continued being a clothes maker since you enjoyed it and allowed you to stay at home with the kids since Josh and Tyler were busy playing shows so often.

Autumn had chosen to become a DNA tester just like Connor after listeners were taken away, but she was excited to be just like her older brother. The school became different now too, as everyone knew who Autumn and Connor Joseph were. They weren't really used to all this fame, but it was something that they eventually would be able to live with.

Clancy was spending more time with your family as well, especially Josh, ever since she was now allowed to go to all the shows. She was such a sweet girl, and sometimes she would come over just to talk to you about girl advice. It didn’t surprise you when she ended up admitting her feelings for Josh either.

Dema was different now. It felt safer and happier. You would walk outside and hear your neighbors playing music and singing. Music, art, and media were back.

Tyler was back.

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“Hey listen to this song I’m writing,” Tyler walked down to the living room where you were laying with Westley.

He started to strum on his Ukulele and began to sing, “You know I've always been collected, calm and chill and you know I never look for conflict for the thrill.”

“That’s beautiful, Ty,” you stated as you pulled him into a kiss.

“I’m so glad we’re safe,” he murmured into your hair that was covering your ear.

“Me too, my love.”

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Chapter 7

Word Count: 1300

Warnings: none!

Author’s note: I really like this chapter, so I hope you do too! :)

“Y/N, wake up,” Tyler whispered into your ear. You turned over in your sheets to face Tyler who was smiling, waiting for you to wake up.

“Goodmorning, Ty.” You closed your eyes and stretched your arms to try to relieve the stiffness from a good night’s rest. Tyler wrapped his arms around your body and nestled his chin into the crook of your neck.

“Today’s moving day!”

“I know Ty! We’ve been waiting for this day for a week now,” you giggled while his chin hair tickled your neck.

Ever since you found out that your family had to move, you had been packing like crazy, with the help of your family and Josh. Everything was in boxes except for the necessities.

“I don’t know how we are supposed to fit everything in two moving vans,” Tyler mentioned.

“We have the car too! You drive one van, Josh drives the other, and then I drive the car!”

“You’re smart,” Tyler kissed you quickly before getting out of bed.

“That’s why you married me,” you gave him a wink as he headed into the bathroom to take a shower.

The next three hours were a rush. You got up and showered, and then had to get the kids up. Josh came over, and he and Tyler moved all the boxes and furniture into the vans. You had to help the kids and get them fed before getting on the road.

“Is everyone ready?” You turned around from the driver’s seat in your car to see Autumn and Westley in his carrier. Connor went with Tyler in the van, partly because Tyler needed someone to keep him awake on the long car ride, and partly because Connor had been in a grumpy mood all morning.

“I have to pee!” Autumn announced.

“We haven’t even left the house yet,” you sighed. You allowed her to go inside and go to the bathroom, and then you set out on the three-hour car ride to the next province over.

After many bathroom stops and food stops, you eventually made it to the gate of the Province. It would have been an easier car ride if you could listen to music, but since the ban, car rides were spent with casual conversation. That would have been fine if Autumn and Westley didn’t sleep for more than half of the trip. You had to keep yourself busy by analyzing everything you saw as you drove.

You followed Tyler and Josh until you all arrived at the front of this two-story house. It had four bedrooms which meant that Westley and Autumn were going to share a room because Josh was also staying with you guys. Connor would get his own room so he could focus on his homework.

“We’re here!” You pulled into the driveway and woke up Autumn and Westley.

“This house is pretty!” Autumn gawked out the window. You could see the excitement forming in her face, and you only hoped Connor could be excited too.

It took about three hours for everyone to move all the furniture and boxes inside the house. You helped Autumn set up her and Westley’s room, and Connor was independent enough to set up his room. Josh and Tyler worked on unboxing the kitchen and Josh’s bedroom.

“Our house is actually coming along well!” Tyler wiped his sweat from his head and draped his arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah, it is! I’m surprised how much we got done.”

“It’s because I’m here!” Josh teased.

“Sure it is, bud.” Tyler gave Josh a little shove, starting a full-on play fight.

“Is this what I am going to have to deal with now that you are living here, Josh?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Yep. Better get used to it.” Josh said, who was busy pinning Tyler to the ground.

“I give up!” Tyler squeaked.

“We should probably get going.” Josh looked at his watch.

“Where are you guys going?” you asked with a confused look.

“Oh, we are going to go meet the Banditos of this province!” Tyler exclaimed.

“There are banditos here?”

“Yeah, I guess the news of banditos have spread, and they all formed their own little Trenches everywhere. Ty and I are going to go see what this Trench looks like and do our first performance for them!” Josh clapped his hands together with excitement.

“That’s so awesome!” you give each Josh and Tyler a hug before they headed out.

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Tyler and Josh finally found the entrance to this new trench, except instead of a rock for the opening, it was a wooden door.

“This is it,” Tyler places his hands on his lips, looking around.

“They told us to knock,” Josh reminded him. Josh knocked four times before they heard a small, raspy voice on the other side.

“Password?” The voice said.

“Sahlo Folina.” Tyler was told the password that the Bandito’s had made for safety, and it was his first time using it. They heard the door unlock and it opened up.

“Oh my gosh it is you!” said a boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen. He was wearing a yellow beanie and his outfit was covered with yellow tape as well.

“Hey I’m Tyler, and this is Josh!”

“We know!! We all know who you are obviously, you’re the creator that got revoked his job. You’re the one and only Tyler Joseph!” The boy gave Tyler a huge hug.

The boy led them down the path, which was even darker and narrower than the old Trench. They had to climb down this wall and drop into the bottom of the cave.

“Oh my gosh.” Tyler was mesmerized by what he saw. The walls were covered with yellow gerbera daisies. There were about 200 people in this trench, all wearing yellow. They were shouting your name and Josh’s name. They even had a drum set up already.

“This is amazing.” Josh looked at Tyler, who had tears streaming down his face.

“Excuse me?” This girl, who looked about seventeen, tapped on Tyler’s shoulder. “I just wanted to tell you that you’ve saved my life. You’ve saved all of us.”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.” Tyler started to break down, falling to one knee, covering his face with one hand. Josh kneeled next to him and pulled him into a hug.

“Let’s go create some music,” Josh whispered into his ear. Josh walked over to this new drum set and pressed his foot on the bass drum. It echoed loudly through the trench and made Josh’s eyes light up.

“I want to thank you all for being so welcoming, and this place is beautiful!” Tyler spoke to the crowd in front of him. They all looked up at him with excitement in their eyes, waiting for a song to start.

Tyler looked over at Josh and gave him a thumbs us, and Josh responded with a nod. Tyler grabbed the Ukelele that he had brought with him and strummed the strings.

“This song is called The Judge.” Tyler’s voice filled the room with his voice and Ukelele, and Josh’s drums joined in, making the room vibrate. The bandito’s voices joined in during the chorus, and the moment was consumed by the music.  

The song ended and Tyler put his hand over his heart as he felt the claps and cheers of the Banditos. He looked over at Josh who had the same look of glee on his face.

Playing music was so special for Tyler and Josh, and it was so unfair that they had to keep it such a secret, but it was also amazing how many people are willing to rebel against the government and listen to their music. Tyler wished he could play music forever, and never stop.

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Chapter 10

Word Count: 848

Warnings: Angst

Author’s note: I hope you enjoy this chapter! If you have any questions or need clarification on any confusing parts just send in an ask!

“Where am I?” Tyler rubbed his head and noticed there was dried blood on it. The sight of the crusty crimson made all the memories of last night come flooding back to him. He remembered the Niners taking the bandito’s lives, and the last thing he remembered was a Bishop, he didn’t know who, grab his body and throw him on the ground.

He squinted as he tried to get his eyes to adjust to the blackness as he looked around at his surroundings. He was in a dark cell, with other cells around him that were empty. Two Niners were sitting in the corner, watching you.

“Hello?” Tyler waved his arms to try to get one of their attention. One eventually looked over and started to walk over, making Tyler back up in his cell.

“What do you want?” The Niner asked in a deep tone.

“Where the hell am I?” he demanded to know.

“You’re in Necropolis, the Dema headquarters, now if you don’t shut up I’ll make you,” the Niner threatened him. Tyler started to process what he said. The Dema headquarters was a big round dome in the middle Necropolis, the city of Dema, where Nico and the other eight Bishops lived with his Niners. Listeners and Creators also lived in the city too.

Tyler started to hyperventilate as he closed his eyes and the sounds of the Bandito’s screams rang through his mind. All those innocent lives that were lost. He wondered how his wife was doing, and his kids, and Josh. He wondered if they even got out of there alive.

Tyler couldn’t stop the tears from coming, as he sat in the cell and began to break down. The sobs came harder and harder, and he was bent over on the ground. He started to scream. Screaming out of anger, and out of frustration.

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You, Josh and Autumn, ran all the way back home to Connor and Westley. You were still shaken up after what you had just witnessed.

“Josh, I can’t do it,” you fell into his arms right before the front door. Your eyes were red from the tears, and there was blood on your arms from Banditos that had tried to grab her for safety as she ran out of Trench.

“I’ll tell Connor, just take Autumn upstairs and keep her safe,” Josh handed you your daughter as he locked the door behind him, looking around to make sure no one followed you all home.

“What the hell happened?” Connor ran downstairs and saw his mom and sister covered in blood.

“Come here Connor,” Josh waved him over to the couch. You grabbed Autumn’s hand and pulled her upstairs with you towards Westley’s room. You didn’t want to be downstairs for Josh telling Connor his dad was taken.

“No!” you could hear Connor scream from downstairs, his voice cracking at the end signaling that he was crying now too.

You grabbed a wet wash cloth and started to rub off the dried blood on your arms, and Autumn’s arms as well. Westley laid in his crib asleep, and you were so happy that your kids were safe and okay. You thought about Tyler and began to rub your belly for comfort.

“Momma I’m scared,” Autumn cried. She hadn’t stopped crying since the event, but she was also being strong for you, you could tell.

“I know baby, I know, Momma is scared too but we just have to stay together and be brave,” you held on to her shoulders, looking her into her eyes.

Autumn nodded, “I want Daddy.” You pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head over and over.

“I know, me too, but if we stay positive then he will be okay,” you told her. You wanted to be positive for your daughter but it was getting harder and harder with every thought that he might be dead somewhere.

You headed back downstairs with Westley in your arms. Josh and Connor were sitting at the kitchen table, but Connor looked up at you the moment he heard your footsteps. His eyes were red and wet, and so were Josh’s. Connor ran over to you and hugged you, and then he held Autumn. You could see his shoulders shaking from sobbing.

“You could have died,” he sobbed into your shirt.

“We’re okay.”

“But what about dad!? We have to go save him!” Connor raised his voice, extending his hand to the door, but right at that moment, the door burst open.

“No one move!” a voice shouted. There were Niners at the door, but behind them appeared a Bishop. He was cloaked in red and had a black hood on.

“Please don’t hurt my kids!” You grabbed Connor and Autumn and shoved them behind you, and you held onto Westley’s sleeping body a little tighter.

“No one is going to get hurt if you come with me. My name is Keons, and Nico has sent me to bring you guys to him,” he spoke in this deep voice that vibrated through your bones.