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WANTED:

Tyler Robert Joseph

Crime: Unlesbianization

Alive or alive

300 kisses

I like girls… but there is an exception for Tyler Joseph

me too man me too

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I love you Roro omg i'm crying ahhh ;^;

If You Need Anyone

chapter twelve

clancy x reader

previous chapters here

i'm so sorry for this

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The early morning rises and the light breaks itself through the drapes on your window. It’s pricking at your closed eyelids. You yawn and blink them open. You roll over, throwing your arms out, expecting them to land on Clancy but they flop onto the bed instead. You rub your eyes, your vision becoming clear. Clancy’s not there. You shoot up, your anxiety instantly striking at your insides. You whip your head, eyes scanning around your room and there’s no sight of him. You throw the covers off of yourself and run to your door, pure panic taking over. You turn the knob and twist. It’s unlocked. Unusual. You slowly open the door, the hinges squeaking. You peek your head out into the hall when you spot a bishop rounding the corner. You gasp and almost hide until you realize it’s Keons. Your body relaxes instantly as you exhale. 

“Hi.” you greet with a sheepish smile. 

“Hello,” the bishop greets as he strides closer to you. “We need to talk.” His words are quick and he guides you back into your room, shutting the door behind him. 

“What do you want to talk about?” you feel at ease that it’s him and not someone else. 

“It’s about you,” he pauses. “And Clancy.” 

“Oh, god.” you screw your eyes shut. All that contentment withering away. 

“He found Clancy sleeping in your bed last night.” Keons says in a monotone type tone. You start to curse yourself out in your own head. “And he took him away.”

“How did he know he was sleeping in my room?” your body starts to quiver from fear. 

“During the nightly checks.”

“The nightly, what?” you tilt your head. “He really checks up on us at night?” Keons nods his head. “How come he’s never caught us before?” 

“Because Clancy would tell me when he was going to stay the night, so I would be the one that checks up on you. Clancy didn’t tell me he was sleeping over last night and Nico took him.” Keons explains.

“Shit…” you whisper. 

“And-”

“There’s more?!” you cut him off. What could he possibly say now? 

“Nico has graduated you to me,” a smile plays on your lips at Keons’ words. Feeling a glimmer of hope. “Nico took Clancy back.” 

“What?” you swear you just felt your heart shatter into pieces, a stabbing pain in your stomach. “So we swapped bishops? That’s what just happened, huh?” Keons nods his head again at your words. “This is all my fault…”

“No,” the bishop says abruptly. “I’m not letting you do that. Clancy did that and I’m not watching you go down that same path.” You close your eyes, trying to force back your tears. There’s a moment of stillness. “What you’re going to see today, you have to act like you don’t see anything.” 

“What do you mean?” you mumble, sniffling. 

“What you’re about to see… it’s intense.” Keons straightens his posture. You want to press him with more questions but you decide to leave it. “Hungry?” 

“Not really,” you shrug. “I’m guessing I still have to go anyway.” Keons hums in conformation. 

You and your new bishop walk out of your room and down to the dining hall. It’s silent yet comforting. You start to ponder all the terrible things that you’re about to see. Is Clancy beaten black and blue? Will he be locked away forever? Never to leave that cell that you once were in? Hung and shamed publicly? Will he be dead? All these possibilities are making you grow sick. You round the corner and enter the dining hall. You look around at all the faces of the citizens, hoping to spot Clancy, but he’s not there yet. 

Keons sits you down at a table that’s furthest from the entrance, but facing it. Your eyes are locked on it, waiting for Clancy to appear. You’re trying to prepare yourself for what you’re about to see, but unsure of what’s to come. Your heart starts to beat rapidly in your chest, feeling like it’s going to leap up out of your throat. You sit there like a waiting duck when Keons snaps you out of your haze with your food. 

“I’m not even hungry.” you mumble and push your food away, even the smell of it is nauseating. 

“I know.” Keons sits down in front of you. “But you need to try.” 

Keons is so much different than Nico. He’s more tender and sweet. You feel safe with him. 'He actually cares', you think to yourself. Nico is cold and heartless and consumed by fearful power. It’s sick and twisted. He’s wrapped up in control. He doesn’t care about anyone or anything as long as he comes out on top. Keons is the exact opposite. He wants the best for you and Clancy. He wants to help you both escape to Trench. Have a happy life out there and not be confined by walls. You look down briefly, lost in thought, when Clancy walks in. 

You gasp, eyes going wide as you see him. His head is stooped low but you can still see his tear stained cheeks. He’s in an all white jacket with straps as his arms are crossed and tied in front of him. A straight jacket. You see Nico’s boney hand on Clancy’s shoulder roughly guiding him around. He plops Clancy down at an empty table and walks away to go get his food. You want to run up to Clancy. Hug him. Kiss him. Wipe his tears away. Save him from everything, but you can’t. All you can do is watch it unfold from a distance. Clancy looks so defeated. 

“How are we supposed to escape in these conditions?” you whisper to your new bishop. 

“You’ll make it out, don’t worry. I’ll be sure of it.” Keons does his best to reassure you. “But, you do need to eat something.” 

“I can’t.” you say as you keep your eyes glued onto Clancy. You feel yourself wanting to cry. The tears blur your vision. “Can we just go?” 

“If that’s what you wish.” Keons stands 

You get up, your knees wobbling, emotions about to spill over. It takes every fiber in your being to keep yourself together. Keons grabs your hand and walks you out. The way back to your room is silent. The quietness is filled with silent questions and the image of Clancy in a straight jacket is imprinted in your mind forever. You round the corner to your room, about to walk through the door when you hear a deep voice calling at your bishop’s name. You hide, pressing your back into the wall as far as you can. Trying your best to disappear.

“Hmm?” you hear your Keons hum in question. 

“Take Clancy back to his room. I have some gatherings to attend.” you peek your head from behind the wall and catch a glimpse of Nico shoving Clancy in front of Keons. You want to shout, to protest, shove Nico back, but you stay hidden. 

“Of course, father.” 

Once Nico is out of your line of sight, you run up to Clancy, finding yourself wanting to embrace him, but not out in the open like this. Keons motions for you two to follow him and Clancy back to his room. You scurry your way in there, closing the door quickly. You turn to face Clancy who’s slumped over in his chair sat in front of his desk. 

“Hey," you greet gently, flashing a weak smile. “Keons told me what happened.”

“Yeah…” Clancy mutters out, his voice breaking. You shuffle over to Clancy’s desk and prop yourself up on it. 

“What did they do to you…?” you lean in, trying to catch Clancy’s gaze, but he’s refusing to look up. 

“Anything you think of… they did. Anything you can think of.” Clancy sucks in jagged breaths. 

“Oh, Clancy…” your tears start to flow now and you hop down to embrace him even though can’t hug you back. “Can you please look at me?” you ask as you pull away. 

Clancy sniffs as he slowly raises his head. He looks you in the eyes, his own completely red and bloodshot. There’s a blue and purple bruise that’s planted on the left side of his cheek and you notice his cut lip. Your breath hitches in your throat at the looks of him. Your heart feels like it’s shriveled in your chest. More tears start come. Clancy looks back down and you take a step back. You’re unsure of what to say. You feel helpless. 

“I… I don’t know if I can do this.” Clancy’s tone is husky and raw. 

“You can,” you’d hold his hand if you could. “And I’m here, we’ll make it out together, remember?” Clancy slightly nods his head at your words. 

“Nico wants me to perform again.” Clancy blurts out. 

“W-what?” 

“Yeah…” Clancy gives a pitiful laugh. 

“We have to escape before this gets any worse.” you bite your lip anxiously. 

“I’ll have to abide by the rules of Dema and Nico before we can...” Clancy shrugs his shoulders. “Need to think that I’m on Nico’s side and conform. A distraction while we make a plan to escape.” 

“Okay.” your bottom lip trembles. Clancy lifts his head again to meet your eyes. 

“Keons will treat you well.” Clancy bats his lashes. “You can trust him.” 

“I know.” you cradle Clancy’s face in your hands and lean in, placing a tender kiss on his lips. “I love you, you’re so strong. I don’t know how you do it.” a grin tugs at the corners of Clancy’s mouth. 

“I love you too.”

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Hell yeah

trans rights are human rights

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I'M HERE MY TYLER

josh. i need my josh :(

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I'd never hate u pookie

all i have to say is please don’t hate me for chapter 12

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YALL READ THAT ALR

chapters 11 and 12 are done. time to edit 😋

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They do not infact bite unless you bite them first. That's the law of fighting.

i want to be moots so bad but im afraid to ask because i fear you’re much too cool

we totally can! i promise i don’t bite

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The puppy's a celebrity!

@clancysjumpsuit i finished this drawing of your puppy. 🩵 i hope you like it!

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i created this world to feel some control

sahlo folina

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tyler: this next song is called lavish 💅🏻 it’s WhAtEvEr 🙄✋🏻 deal with it 😈 louder for the people in the back 🗣️ innit? 🤓

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I begin to understand why god died

i barely feel a smile deep inside me

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read it it's fire

chapter 11 is done :)

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writing smut in my ninja turtle onesie

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FRENCH FLAG?;

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The two of my exes agree that I should see a fucking psych because the both of them are autistic and I apparently show heavy signs? And the first one thought that I was aware ;^;

He also broke up with me cuz ''you don't take care of your mental health'' sure sure? But ya know if I could I'd be in a fucking psych ward! Or dead! My mom medically neglects me! I've gotten treatment for my chronic constipation this year only!!!!!! AND I'VE BEEN LIVING WITH THAT 16Y OF MY LIFE.

If only he could have understood that. Ugh.

My second ex told me he I'm def not neutotypical and he'd bet his life on me being autistic. My best friend also told me that.

Not to self assess everyone in my family but I see clear signs in my dad too and I wouldn't be surprised if the three of us, my brother him and I, were diagnosed.

why does everyone collectively agree that I am autistic but my mom with a psychology degree tells me to fuck off because she's sure I'm not

mom, your last born son has VERY serious bladder problems and you never brought him to the hospital EVER. And when you did, you never asked for the results. Your last born son also ALIGNED HIS CARS for the first 7 years of this life until the day he could ALIGN THEM IN A CASE. He's hyperfixating on one game, playing the same circuit every day for hours and has been for the last few months. MOM, PLEASE GET MY LITTLE BROTHER TO THE PSYCH. And the doctor too.

That's a few of many things that struck me, with the fact he is almost constantly stimming. But it's alright, not autism because ''the both of you are emotionally intelligent" yeah because it's well known all autistics are sociopaths? Tf mom? You got a fucking degree??? (Well she didn't actually get it but she studied for it?)

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why does everyone collectively agree that I am autistic but my mom with a psychology degree tells me to fuck off because she's sure I'm not

mom, your last born son has VERY serious bladder problems and you never brought him to the hospital EVER. And when you did, you never asked for the results. Your last born son also ALIGNED HIS CARS for the first 7 years of this life until the day he could ALIGN THEM IN A CASE. He's hyperfixating on one game, playing the same circuit every day for hours and has been for the last few months. MOM, PLEASE GET MY LITTLE BROTHER TO THE PSYCH. And the doctor too.

That's a few of many things that struck me, with the fact he is almost constantly stimming. But it's alright, not autism because ''the both of you are emotionally intelligent" yeah because it's well known all autistics are sociopaths? Tf mom? You got a fucking degree??? (Well she didn't actually get it but she studied for it?)