#✨josh dun✨

[butyourewrong]

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[oldiesstationlover11607]

Gladly taking you up on your smut requests omg??? The last one you posted was so good !! I absolutely LOVED the good day Clancy fic it was amazing. so I had a vague idea of a Clancy x reader fic where it starts out with fluff then leads into smut? My idea is that Clancy had broken the reader out of Dema and was now helping her adjust to life outside of the city. She's a bit nervous around him because of how ambitious he is and how much of a risk taker he is. She feels like with how firm he is with his decisions and how quick he is to act out plans, it's dangerous for her. She's just scared to get caught by the Bishops and returned to Dema. She ends up telling Clancy about all of this and he comforts her through her doubts and anxieties. With how much time they spend together while Clancy is helping her adjust, they end up getting pretty close and realize that they're actually a lot more alike than previously anticipated and they bond from it. Thennn you can go from there how you'd like ^^ idunno I've never requested fics before so idk if this is too much or not LMAO You can change it up however you like if you end up doing it!! I'm just itching for more Clancy x reader content really lol -🩷✨

Scared - Clancy x Reader - Smut

Warnings: Fluffy smut hehe

Word Count: 2438

A/N: I love writing lore fics ngl 👀 Also love that we've got new anons coming in! That was a great request :)

Clancy had always been a whirlwind of energy, an enigma of rebellion and daring plans. He’d been that way in the city but the second he stepped out of the walls he’d gone full tilt. From the moment he helped break me out of Dema, I had felt a tug of nervousness in my chest. I wasn’t quick like him, I wasn’t bold like him. He moved so quickly, his mind always calculating the next step, never stopping to rest for long. His intensity filled the camp as he conversated with the Torchbearer and while it was what had saved me, it also worried me. Clancy was unpredictable, reckless at times, and his ambition seemed limitless—qualities that made me feel like we were constantly on the edge of being caught, dragged back to the nightmare I had barely escaped. Hidden at the bandito camp, where the city’s grasp could not reach. The silence of Trench was disorienting after a life in Dema and I still wasn’t used to the freedom. The thought of it often sent me spiraling, making me wonder if this new world was really safer, or if it was just a ticking time bomb leading us down a path of being dragged back to Dema by the bishops. 

Clancy had seemed to notice I wasn’t coping well. His piercing gaze had fallen on me more than once, sizing me up, always quietly observing. I could tell he was holding back, waiting for me to come to terms with this new life on my own but it never happened–my worries growing heavier with each day. 

One night I found myself sitting near the fire, staring into the flames that Torchbearer had ignited. Clancy sat on the log next to mine, looking down at the notebook everyone knew he kept his plans in. The pen in his hand scribbled frantically as he spoke to himself quietly. My heart raced as I watched him, the feeling of helplessness clawing at me. What if he made a mistake? What if we didn’t move quick enough and we were caught? I couldn't take it anymore. 

“Clancy,” I said softly, walking up to him.

He stopped, looking over at me, his brow furrowing in concern. “Yeah?”

“I’m worried about what we’re planning. I don’t trust that we’re safe,” I admitted, my voice shaking slightly. “You’re so–so confident with every decision you make. We’re taking risks without thinking twice, and I’m… I’m terrified. What if the bishops find us? What if all of this was for nothing?”

For a moment, Clancy didn’t respond, his intense brown eyes studying me. Then, slowly, he moved across the log, allowing me to sit next to him. His presence, though comforting, also made me feel more vulnerable. The firelight flickered against his face, casting shadows in his dark hair, making him seem almost otherworldly.

“I know it's a lot,” he said quietly, his voice softer than usual, losing some of its usual bravado. “And I get that you're scared. You’ve been through hell in Dema. I know what it’s like to be afraid of them. The bishops... they have a way of getting into your head, making you think there’s no way out. But trust me when I say they don’t control you anymore.”

I shook my head, struggling to explain the storm inside me. “But you don’t understand. I feel like we’re still running. Like at any moment, they’ll find us, and it’ll all be over.”

Clancy’s eyes softened, and his hand reached out to rest on mine. I froze at the contact, not sure what to expect. But his touch was gentle, grounding.

“I do understand,” he said, his thumb tracing small circles on my skin. “I’ve been living like this for a while now. Always on the run, always looking over my shoulder. It’s not easy, and it never will be. But you don’t have to carry all that fear alone.”

I looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first time, I saw past the recklessness, past the daring confidence. There was something deeper, something raw. He wasn’t as invincible as he made himself seem. He had his own scars from Dema, his own demons chasing him. And in that moment, I realized how much alike we were, despite my fears.

His hand squeezed mine lightly. “I’m here. You’re not doing this alone anymore.”

The vulnerability in his voice melted the walls I’d built, and I found myself leaning into him, letting his warmth pull me in. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close, and I let out a shaky breath, resting my head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, a rhythm that seemed to slow the chaos inside me.

“You don’t have to be like me,” he murmured against my hair. “I don’t expect that from you. Just be you. We’ll figure the rest out.” I closed my eyes, letting his words sink in. For the first time in days, I felt at peace. His arms around me, the quiet of the cabin, the crackle of the fire—it all felt... safe. Safer than I’d felt in a long time.

Time seemed to blur as we sat there together, the tension between us shifting. I felt myself relaxing into him, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the lines of his chest through his shirt. His body was solid, grounding, and I felt a strange sense of comfort in his presence. But something else stirred, too. A closeness that hadn’t been there before, or maybe had been, but I hadn’t let myself acknowledge. I lifted my head to look at him, our faces inches apart. His gaze, normally sharp and calculating, had softened. There was something in his eyes now—something vulnerable, open. My breath caught in my throat.

Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to. The air between us had changed, thick with unspoken tension. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Clancy’s hand moved from my shoulder to my cheek, his thumb brushing my skin in a way that made my heart race.

My pulse quickened, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. I leaned in, closing the distance between us, my lips brushing his softly at first, testing the waters. His breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he kissed me back, his lips firm and warm, as though they’d been waiting for this moment as much as I had. The kiss deepened, the fire between us growing with each passing second. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his arms wrapped around my waist, drawing me into his lap. The warmth of his body, the way he held me so tightly, so possessively, sent a shiver down my spine.

“Clancy,” I whispered against his lips, my voice trembling with need.

“Tent. Let’s go to my tent,” he muttered, picking me up bridal style and carrying us over to one of the larger tents in the campsite. Lucky for us the floor of his tent wasn’t too hard, the blankets he’d stolen from the city making a comfortable barrier between the dirt ground and us. 

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, rough with restraint.

I nodded, my heart pounding. “Yes. I need this. I need you.”

That was all it took. With a hum of approval, Clancy’s lips crashed into mine again, more urgent this time. His hands roamed my body, exploring, claiming. The world outside faded away, the Bishops, Dema, all of it disappearing as we lost ourselves in each other.

Clancy’s lips were relentless now, the hunger between us building with every passing second. The intensity of it made my head spin, my body aching for more. His hands, strong and warm, gripped my waist as he pulled me impossibly closer, my legs straddling his lap. I could feel the heat of him through the fabric of his clothes, his arousal evident against me, and it only stoked the fire burning inside me.

His hands slid under my shirt, his fingers tracing the bare skin of my back, making me shiver. The sensation sent a wave of electricity through me, igniting something deep and primal. I gasped against his mouth as he tugged at my shirt, pulling it up and over my head in one swift motion, tossing it aside without a second thought.

Clancy's eyes raked over me, dark and intense, his breath coming quicker now. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, “and smart, and strong, and brave.” His hands cupped my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples, making me arch into him with a desperate need I hadn’t known I was capable of.

I moaned softly as he kissed along my jaw, down the column of my neck, his lips hot against my skin. His hands were everywhere, touching, exploring, claiming me in a way that felt both overwhelming and exhilarating. My fingers tugged at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against mine, needing the barrier between us gone.

He obliged, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. The sight of him—strong, toned, and so undeniably real—made my pulse race even faster. I traced the lines of his chest with my fingers, marveling at the heat of his skin, the way his muscles tensed under my touch. I leaned in, kissing the curve of his collarbone, tasting the salt of his skin, reveling in the way he groaned softly, his hands tightening on my hips.

Clancy’s hands moved to the button of my jeans, and I lifted myself slightly to help him as he deftly undid them, sliding the fabric down my legs and discarding them in the growing pile of clothes. His hands gripped my thighs, pulling me back onto his lap, his hardness pressing against my core through the thin material of my underwear. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my lips.

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with lust but also something deeper—something tender, almost reverent. “You’re sure?” he asked again, his voice barely more than a whisper, as though he needed to hear it one last time.

I nodded, my breath shaky but full of certainty. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

With that, Clancy’s hands slid beneath the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down and leaving me completely bare before him. His gaze darkened as he took me in, and the heat in his eyes sent a thrill through me. He shifted beneath me, his fingers brushing over my core, teasing, testing. 

“You’re so wet. Is all this for me?” He teased, bringing my slick to up his lips and sucking it off his fingers. I nodded desperately, my hips instinctively rocking against him, craving more.

He didn’t make me wait. His fingers found my clit, circling slowly at first, building the tension inside me. I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as pleasure began to coil tightly in my belly. Clancy watched me with a hunger that matched my own, his touch both gentle and demanding, as though he knew exactly what I needed.

I was lost in him, in the sensation of his fingers, the heat of his body pressed against mine. Every touch, every stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, and I could feel the tension building, spiraling higher and higher until I was on the edge of breaking.

“Clancy,” I moaned, my voice breathless, desperate.

He pulled his hand away, and I whimpered at the loss, but before I could protest, he shifted beneath me, undoing his own pants with a swift motion. The anticipation, the knowledge of what was coming, made my heart pound in my chest. I watched as he freed himself, his erection hard and ready, and my body ached with need. Giving his cock a couple tugs, he slipped on one of the few condoms he’d stolen from his draw back in Dema when we escaped. He lifted me slightly, positioning me above him, his eyes locked on mine, seeking permission one final time. I nodded, my body trembling with want, and slowly, he lowered me onto him, inch by inch, until he filled me completely.

The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious mix of fullness and heat that made me gasp, my hands clutching his shoulders for support. Clancy groaned, his grip on my hips tightening as he held me there, letting me adjust to the feel of him inside me.

“God you feel so good Y/N.”

“Shit,” I seethed, feeling my wall stretch and clamp around him.

For a moment, we were still, the only sound between us the ragged breaths we shared. He pressed his lips to mine, capturing the moment in a passionate kiss that took my breath away. I placed a hand on his chest as I slowly began to move, rocking my hips against him, finding a rhythm that sent sparks of pleasure through me with every movement.

Clancy’s hands guided me, his touch firm but reverent, his gaze never leaving mine as we moved together. The connection between us was undeniable, an intimacy that went beyond the physical. I could feel it in the way he touched me, the way he held me like I was something precious.

As the pleasure built again, faster this time, I could feel the tension rising inside me, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust. Clancy’s breathing grew ragged, his grip on me tightening as his own control began to slip.

“Clancy I–I’m–” I couldn’t manage to get the words out, groans escaping my mouth between each pause.

“I know baby girl, I’m here. We’re safe. Cum for me,” he murmured, his voice rough and commanding, as he reached down to rub circles on my clit–that was all it took.

With a cry, I shattered around him, the pleasure ripping through me in waves that left me breathless, trembling in his arms. Clancy followed moments later, his release spilling into the condom.

For a long time, we stayed like that, wrapped in each other, our bodies still trembling from the aftermath. The world outside was quiet, the threat of Dema and the Bishops fading into the background as we held each other close.

In that moment, with Clancy’s arms around me and our hearts still racing in sync, I realized something. I wasn’t just free from Dema—I was free with him.

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REQUESTS OPEN

[velvetcake96]

I love Tyler’s stage persona so much, I don’t know if it’s just me but he seems to speak a little differently when he’s preforming/ on stage. It’s more chilled out, like don’t get me wrong, I could listen to that man talk all day, but it’s something about his preforming persona that itches my brain just right. Like even down to the way he plays the part of Clancy, it just seems a little different I don’t know.

Or maybe I’m thinking about the “✨Josh Dun’s Jawline✨” clip a little too much.

[demaparbat-hp]

Oh, honey... I can do better.

May I present to you: Zuzu Dun.

Hiya!! 👋🏼😄 How's it going? Your fashion taste for Zuko in a Modern AU seems to be artsy, or maybe "formal" is the word. That shirt he wore when he gave Sokka romantic song advice looked Versace🧐. Anyway, I was wondering how you came up with it, he always struck me more as the type that didn´t care much about fashion, so I'm curious about other´s opinions and heacanons about it. And do you have any other fashion headcanons for the rest of the GAang? Also, their music tastes. How did you come up with them? Especially Katara's! 😍

Hello! As it happens, I have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings™ about this, so I'm leaving these over here, and the rest of my ramblings down below the cut!

Let us begin with the Gaang, shall we?

SUKI always struck me as that Pretty Girl from the Gym. She is so incredibly fit it isn't even funny. She could kick anyone's ass, and we'd all thank her. She has this casual gym style that somehow always looks glorious on her, as it should! Comfy yet fashionable clothes for a nice workout or a day in town.

Her music tastes are basically any and all power songs from the eighties and nineties. (Eye of the Tiger, anyone?) She also enjoys metal via Toph, and bands like BSB, NSYNC, or Boyz II Men with Katara. My girl has a very eclectic Playlist and we all love her for it.

SOKKA is That Guy™. Loose T-shirts and shorts everywhere he goes, no matter the weather. He's stupidly into fashion but it doesn't show! At all! And everyone teases him about it. His closet is about 90% Cactus Juice merchandise, hence the "it's the quenchiest!" shirt.

His fashion and music tastes are pretty much the same. He loves poetry but isn't really into lyrics. He'll misinterpret just about anything you place in front of him. His Playlist is mostly vibes and tiktok songs he kind of enjoys. He isn't really into music...at least not as much as his sister.

AANG owns exactly one hoodie, one pair of shorts, and one beanie (THE beanie). Oh, and the crocs—don't forget the crocs. Somehow, he's always wearing the exact same outfit. Every. Single. Day. Ancient Gaang lore suggests that the day Aang goes out without his beanie, it's the end of the world.

His Playlist is the poppiest, most bizarre thing ever. Every single song is Happy by Pharrell Williams levels of happy. Yet sometimes, among the bouncy dance-to songs, you'll find the strangest of things... (He does know what Good Day by Twenty One Pilots is about. That's the reason he likes it so much, actually. And it's so weird.)

KATARA is all about sundresses and loose pants. The epitome of comfortable loveliness. Light fabrics in blue shades, careful embroidery, delicate shoes, and little to no accessories—hers is a simple, yet quite adorable, style. She just needs to add more colors to her usual palette...

She is, first and foremost, a Florence + The Machine girl. It's the Dark Goddess of the Sea vibes, to be honest. Florence Welch is her idol and yes, she will fight you about lyrics interpretation, and win. It may not seem like it, but her music tastes are also very varied.

She draws a little from each member of the Gaang, so you'll hear her humming along to Gorillaz (where did you even find out about them, Aang?), The Weeknd (I...don't think this song means what you think it means, Sokka...), and Hozier (Zuko why did you dedicate Talk to me, Zuko WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT).

TOPH...ah, lovely girl. I'll summarise everything about Toph’s fashion sense in two words: comfort and rebellion. Stuffy dresses forced on her by billionaire parents? No thank you! Give her tank tops with loose shirts and short pants. Bandaids shared with Aang, bracelets from Katara, and even piercings she got in tandem with Sokka. Shoes? What even is that?

Something I love about this fandom is our collective agreement that Toph is into the dirtiest, heaviest, most ear-splitting and soul-crushing death metal of all times. Her Playlist is full of the most obscure names to ever exist, and she can and will blast through your walls with the sheer volume of her speaker.

Zuko. ZUKO.

Even in a modern AU my boy must suffer. That being said, I envision Tales from the Couch as—well, exactly what it is: an ATLA modern AU. While there is not a war to fight, and a lot of plot lines are discarded or expanded upon, much about the core story remains the same.

This is my way of saying that Zuko still goes trough his redemption arc, and it reflects on his fashion choices.

The way you described it works perfectly because of one single reason: in this AU, Zuko is an artist. He had to suppress his love for writing and drawing because of his background and the expectations Ozai had for him (taking over the family company), and a very large part of his redemption arc directly affects his relationship with art.

In the Couch equivalent of S1, Zuko has fallen out of Ozai's graces, and is desperate to protect his place in the company and the Kasai household. He's pretending to be someone he isn't and trying to live up to his Father's image of a perfect heir while still being somewhat cut-off financially, and it shows.

He's all about imposing long coats and a semi-formal style, imitating what he knows Azula and Father would respect. He's striking and sharp and dark. But no matter how he dresses or carries himself (that air of cold superiority and arrogance)—it won't help him when he needs it the most.

In S2, Zuko has hit his lowest point. He's officially disinherited and tossed away by his father, and would be out in the streets if it wasn't for Uncle Iroh. He goes from sharp, high-tailored outfits to old second-hand clothes that hang loosely on his frame. He starts smoking and cuts his hair off, forgoing the undercut for the first time in years.

But then...Father accepts him back. When Zuko returns home, it's with respect to his name and a very high position in his father's company. He's finally the perfect Kasai heir, dressed in overly expensive suits and finery, even at home... But Father forbids him from wearing Lu Ten's earring, and Zuko can no longer recognize himself without the familiar glint of gold dancing on his peripheral vision.

When Zuko leaves the Kasai name behind him and goes back to living with Uncle Iroh...he's finally at peace with who he is, and what he wants in this life. The sharp edges aren't gone (they'll always be a part of him, after all), but now they're dulled by looser clothes and softer hairstyles.

He's an artist, and for once in his life, he is determined to pursue his own ambitions. Zuko's outfits may not be designer-made anymore, but he takes what he has and makes himself look like he wants to look, like the person he wants to be.

He doesn't read fashion magazines or keeps up to the latest trends like Azula does. He's just...Zuko. And his newfound confidence makes everything he wears look like it belongs on him.

As for music...well, Ursa raised a literature boy.

He loves lyric-heavy music and natural voices, be they soothing or powerful. Dissecting song meanings and possible interpretations with Katara is one of his favorite parts of the day. They're both very passionate and strong-minded individuals, so it stands to reason that their debates can get quite...heated.

Zuko's Playlist is both incredibly eclectic and somehow very...him. There's a common thread that binds together every song and artist he likes, and he's hilariously unaware of this. To take a look into his Playlist is a higher honor reserved only for those closest to him.

In the wide spectrum of things, it is no wonder that Zuko is, first and foremost, a Hozier man. But though Andrew is his God in all aspects of this life, there's someone else that has had a huge impact on him...

Two someones, actually.

Zuko refuses to tell anyone how he got into Twenty One Pilots, but it's kind of a moot point when the beginning of his obsession is nothing compared to everything that came after. They have just about the right amount of everything that makes Zuko...well, Zuko. The poetic lyrics, the soothing or raging music, the heavy, intensely resonant themes...

Up there, in the second artwork, I placed an album cover behind each period of Zuko's life. The election of these records is intentional, as I feel like their general themes work incredibly well with Zuko's arc and growth.

Blurryface in S1. For the demons within us. For giving a name to our fears and shame.

Trench in S2. For escaping the confined walls of a depression city, and fighting to understand the depths of the map of your mind.

Scaled and Icy in the first half of S3. For returning to places you had left behind. For convincing yourself and everyone around you that you're fine, that you're perfect, even though everything is crumbling inside...

Clancy in S3. For recognizing that you can backslide, that you can have fears and shame and pain—but you're shaping yourself with each step you take. For knowing that seeking help from others is okay. Nobody learns to walk on their own.

(And, in the end, you'll always be better than the person you were yesterday. If only because you're still here. You're still alive. You're still yourself.)

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Overall, I rambled a bit too much, don't you think?

If you made it all the way down here—thank you so much for reaching out and being interested in this crazy AU! I hope you enjoy these ideas and tell me some of your own ❤️

[keyartie]

not done, not done,

not done, Josh Dun ✨😏

[aliienlynn]

happy 36th birthday to our #1 routines in the night defender, josh dun ! ✨🥁

[tyjodunn]

I used to have the biggest crush on Josh. I think I even read a wattpad book where the girl dates josh dun. lol. But then he married Debby Ryan and well I don’t agree. Josh is for the people🥲✨

Super happy they got married and all that I just don’t really like Debby Ryan. But if she makes him happy then ok.

[sirens-wont-wake-me-up]

✨Masterlist✨

*all purple ones were requested*

Requests are always welcomed

(If you have any curiosity about my fanfics, just send me an ask and I'll be so happy to answer that)

On going

Sensitivess is what makes it work... Or not - kellic, synestesia, angst, smut

Too much in my mind - kellic, rpg, angst, daddy issues, smut, self-harm, long fic

My bother's off-limits - kellic, smut, siblings fights, kinda angsty

As if we always were - joshler, fluff, memory loss, smut

Finished fics

My love for you is bulletproof - kellic, angst, rape, sex, self-harm, hurt/comfort

Sins and tragedies - kellic, not a long story, not a oneshot, violence, non-con

Lovely Mornings - kellic, rpg, angst, hurt/comfort, ed, exes, guns, violence

Kellic oneshots

The cave accident (first person) - angst, fluff

The gentle photographer - fluff, hurt/comfort

The cave accident - angst, fluff

Andy's sleepover - hello kitty episode

I miss you... (saudade de você) - this was straight out of my damn heart

Strawberries are safe - ed, angst, hurt/comfort

Strawberries are safe, part 2 - ed, angst, hurt/comfort

Strawberries are safe, part 3 - ed, angst, hurt/comfort

Paris - angst, homophobia

Yes, I will remember you... - angst, self-harm, suicide attempt

Panicking - smut, angst

I just want to be cared... - ed, friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort

Grocery shopping - fluff

Masterpiece made of my mistakes - angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

Christmas alone but together - smut

The great excess - break up, self-harm, alcohol abuse

Orange cat under the christmas tree - fluff, dirty talk

What about me? - rpg, smut, angst

She/her, he/him, does it matter? - trans vic, angst

He's so annoying - rpg, smut, alcohol, angst

Sad surprise - rpg, self-harm, angst

Where's my happy birthday..? - birthday, light angst

Joshler oneshots

Every puddle on this street has a little bit of my tears - angst

The air - angst

Hard and sloppy - smut

Changing roles - smut, praise kink

Stay - self-harm, angst, hurt no comfort, blood

xReader

Procrastination - josh dun/female reader

Gifts

Mother Tongue - kellic, birthday, from @aflairforthemelodramaticc

On Tumblr

A surprise its worth waiting for - kellic, birthday, ai created it for me when i was asking for help, its not worth posting it on ao3 but i guess if you wanna read, it was not me who wrote

[capricioussun]

A very silly Halloween uf papyrus monday

Alt colours + Lore™️ below the cut ✨

Every few years I go as Josh Dun for Halloween, but this year I spent any costume money on actually going to see them. So instead I am living vicariously through my monstersona Source, and they bothered Edge into being Clancy with them <3

[yarrystyleeza]

BESTIEE IM HEREEE!!! 💕

Questionnnn timeee!! 🎉

what song makes you feel better?

what flower would you like to be given?

what’s something you’re excited for?

do you still love stuffed animals?

hugs or hand-holding?

morning, afternoon or night? I liked these ones the most! but feel free to just reply the ones you like!! 💕

OH HELLO BABY!!! 💘

(I love the hyped positive energy you give me every time we interact, you're amazing, you're a butterfly!) 💘✨

I will answer all of your questions, YAY! <3

What song makes you feel better?

Paper Rings by Taylor Swift, it has the ability to make my heart jump in my chest (literally any Taylor Swift song can make my mood better for the day) <3

What flower would you like to be given?

Lavenders, i would melt if someone gave me Lavenders because I love them so much. (I collect every lavender scented object I come across) <3

What's something you're excited for?

I'm waiting for my first job interview ever! So I'm excited but kinda nervous!! Wish me luck on the interview and the application, love! <3

Do you still love stuffed animals?

Yes! I still have them on my bed, too! They are Scud, a baby-pink teddy bear, had him since the first grade when I was seven, Spongy, a "circular" version of Spongebob, Josh the unicorn (he literally looks like Josh Dun from Twenty One Pilots with his spiky pink hair), Harry the frog (reminds me of Harry Styles) and Tasmanian the devil (he's literally the stuffed animal version of Taz from Looney Toons)! <3

Hugs or hand holding?

Hmmmmmmm, that's a hard question, I love both holding hands and hugs, they carry so many feelings we never know how to express verbally, but I'm gonna say hugs because they are warmer and softer and more intimate! (I'm the hugger friend) <3

Morning, afternoon, or night?

Night all the way! I love the night sky and the stars and I would sit in my balcony for hours only staring at the sky, it captivates me! And something plus, I love it when I stay up and watch the sunrise, it's always magical and beautiful! (maybe that's why Stardust is my favorite movie and book) <3

I loved the questions so much! Please never stop sending me asks, I love it when you do so! You're awesome and I love you! 💘✨

Thank you so much for the ask! 💘✨

soft asks | 💌

[mysticalchaosperson]

Today was such a memorable day as I traveled back to my hometown in Pampanga. Alam n'yo yung feeling na you're stepping into a time machine, and it transports you back to your childhood. Ganun yung feels the moment I arrived. I was greeted by the familiar faces of my papa, lola, tita, tito, and even some childhood friends. Sobrang gaan at sarap sa puso.

Being back in Pampanga felt like coming home after a long journey. The sense of comfort and happiness enveloped me as I walked through the streets I used to roam as a kid. There's something about this place that makes me feel truly happy and at ease. The living and the people here are different from mine, and it's refreshing to experience the unique charm of Pampanga once again.

One person I missed the most was my "kinakapatid" Micka. We've been close since we were kids, and even now, at the age of 14, she hasn't changed a bit. She's still as clingy and fun-loving as ever. Micka took me on a thrilling motorbike ride to the plaza, and we stopped by the 7/11 to grab some snacks. It was a simple yet exciting adventure that brought back so many cherished memories. Although hindi na kami babalik sa 7/11 na kaming dalawa lang bcz it was the most embarrassing moment, lol.

I also had the chance to visit my other relatives, like Tita Den, Ate Kim, Kuya Ren, Kuya Josh, and Kuya Carlo. Lalo na ang Kuya Carlo, laging may baon na interesting conversations, especially about love life, life, acads and other topics. It's nice to have someone who genuinely cares and takes the time to connect with me. Antalino ni kuya and natutulala na lang ako pag nagsasalita s'ya kasi lahat puro may sense.

As the day came to an end, it was time to say goodbye to Pampanga and head back to Cav. Ang sakit at hirap to the point na halos tatlong oras ako naiyak sa bus knowing na naiwan ko si Papa at ibang mahal sa buhay dun at wala akong kasiguraduhan kung kailan ulit sila makikita. Pero yea, that's life we gotta be strong. After makababa sa pasay, sobrang hirap makasakay sa bus na dadaan saamin and wala akong ideya na pipila pa, kaya wag talagang sasabak sa byahe during rush hour bcz it's quite challenging. Pero with a little patience, we made it home safely. It took us six long hours, but the journey itself became a part of the adventure.💗✨🌟

Today was a day filled with love, laughter, and a flood of emotions. Being back in Pampanga reminded me of the importance of family, friendship, and the power of nostalgia. I'm grateful for the memories I made and the connections I rekindled. Until next time, Pampanga!

Yours truly,

Jo

[oldiesstationlover11607]

PLEAAASEEE make the yellow star sticker torchbearer SO idea a fic oh my GOSH!!

literally such a cute concept (only if u want to btw dont feel pressured lmao) -🩷✨

Star Stickers - Torchbearer!Josh x Reader

Warnings: none hehe

Word count: 2325

A/N: RAHH I'VE BEEN SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE :)

The night air was crisp as I crept out of the tent, trying not to make a sound. The stars above mirrored the gleam in my eyes, and I clutched the tiny yellow star stickers in my hand, determined not to let my excitement betray me. I turned to Clancy, who was already crouched outside, waiting for me. His eyes were wide, mischievous. We were in this together.

“Ready?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. It was nights like these that made being away from family in Dema easier. 

I nodded, biting my lip to keep from giggling. “Do you think he heard us?”

Clancy’s grin spread wider, his face illuminated by the moonlight. “Oh, he’s dead asleep. There’s no way he heard us.”

The Torchbearer had no idea what was about to happen. He was asleep in our tent, completely unaware of my mission. I had been obsessing over these little yellow star stickers for weeks, slapping them on everything: my water flask, the edges of the maps, the side of Clancy’s tent—practically anything that stayed still long enough. There was something about their simplicity, their brightness, that felt like a quiet rebellion in this muted world of ours.

Tonight, though, was the ultimate prank. I had saved my best stash of stickers for this very moment. Clancy had suggested we wait until everyone was asleep, and the camp had finally grown still. Now, the only sounds were the distant rustle of trees and the quiet crackle of the dying campfire.

“Okay,” I whispered, “let’s start with the tent.”

We both crept toward the Torchbearer's tent like kids sneaking around at midnight, trying not to wake the grown-ups. Clancy handed me a few stickers, and I stuck them around the edges of the tent flap, tracing the outline of the entrance.

“Perfect,” he mouthed, nodding approvingly as I added a few more to the sides of the tent. It looked like the stars had fallen from the sky just to bless this tent with their presence.

Next, we tiptoed toward the supplies. Clancy, being a little taller than me, reached up and stuck a star on top of the stack of crates. I followed his lead and pressed one on the side of a water jug. Every piece of equipment was going to sparkle by morning.

“Are you going to put any on him?” Clancy whispered, and I froze, considering it. The idea had crossed my mind, of course.

“He’d kill me,” I whispered back, my heart racing at the thought of Torchbearer waking up mid-sticker attack. But then again, I couldn’t resist the image of him standing there, covered in bright yellow stars, completely oblivious. I stifled a laugh and nodded. “Yeah, I’m doing it.”

Clancy's grin stretched even wider, and we both crawled toward the entrance of the tent. With the utmost care, I peeled back the flap and peeked inside. There he was, fast asleep, his chest rising and falling in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the fabric. He looked so peaceful, so serious—even in his sleep. But soon, he would be a constellation.

I motioned for Clancy to stay put while I carefully stuck the first star on his forehead, right between his brows. It stuck perfectly, the bright yellow standing out against his tanned skin. I added a few more on his cheeks, and by the time I finished, his face looked like the night sky.

Clancy had to bite his hand to keep from laughing out loud. We retreated from the tent, and I couldn’t help it anymore—I let out a quiet snort of laughter, which Clancy quickly mimicked.

“We’re gonna get in so much trouble,” I whispered, my stomach aching from holding back my laughter.

Clancy nodded, wiping a tear from his eye. “Totally worth it.”

As we continued placing stars everywhere—on tents, supplies, trees around the camp—I couldn’t help but imagine the look on Torchbearer's face when he woke up and realized what we had done. But the best part was that he wouldn't even know right away. It would be slow, gradual. The realization would hit him in stages. And Clancy and I would be there for every moment of it.

By the time we were done, the camp looked like a whimsical playground of stars, with the tent at the center being the brightest beacon of all. We snuck back to our own tents, barely able to contain our excitement.

“Tomorrow’s going to be hilarious,” I whispered, pulling my blanket over my head to muffle the inevitable giggles that would surely wake the entire camp if I wasn’t careful. Clancy shot me a wink before disappearing into his own tent.

The next morning, I woke up early, my heart thumping with anticipation. It was still dark, the sun just beginning to rise. I lay there for a few minutes, watching the Torchbearer sleep peacefully. Clancy was already up, sitting by the campfire, which had been rekindled. He looked at me, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“He’s still asleep,” I whispered, getting up and moving to sit next to him at the fire.

“Not for long,” he whispered back, settling next to me.

We didn’t have to wait long. The soft rustle of the tent flap was the first sign, followed by the unmistakable sound of Torchbearer’s heavy footsteps as he emerged. His face was a perfect canvas of yellow stars. I had done an excellent job, if I did say so myself.

Clancy tried to keep a straight face, but as soon as Torchbearer rubbed his eyes and turned toward us, it was over. He snorted loudly, his whole body shaking with laughter. I bit my lip, trying not to join him, but the sight was just too much.

Torchbearer blinked at us, confused, his brow furrowing. “What’s so funny?” His deep voice, still rough from sleep, only made the whole scene more ridiculous.

Clancy was practically falling over, tears streaming down his face. He couldn’t speak. I, however, managed to hold it together long enough to stand up and approach him, pretending to inspect his face.

“Um…you’ve got something…right here,” I said, pointing to his forehead.

Torchbearer frowned, swiping a hand across his face. When he looked at his palm, one of the star stickers was stuck to it. He froze, staring at it for a moment before his eyes darted to me, then to Clancy, who was still doubled over in laughter.

“What the—” he began, but then he saw his reflection in the side of the water jug nearby. His eyes widened in disbelief as he slowly realized the full extent of what had happened. His face, his clothes, his entire tent—everything was covered in yellow stars.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I burst out laughing, clutching my sides. The look of utter confusion on his face was priceless.

“Really?” he asked, deadpan, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he pulled another sticker from his sleeve.

Clancy had fallen off the log he was sitting on, rolling in the dirt, unable to breathe from laughing so hard. I was barely any better, tears of joy streaming down my face as I gasped for air.

“It really is your color Torchy,” I laughed, running into his arms.

Torchbearer wrapped his arms around me, still blinking slowly as if he couldn’t believe this was happening. “I knew you two were up to something. Should’ve known it would involve…this.”

I wiped my eyes, still giggling. “Consider it an upgrade. You’re a constellation now.”

Torchbearer gave me a long, unimpressed stare before a slow smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He shook his head, sighing. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to get you back for this. Yet.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” I teased, grinning up at him.

“Both,” he said, brushing another star off his shoulder. “Definitely both.”

Clancy finally managed to catch his breath, sitting up and wiping dirt off his clothes. “You’ve got to admit,” he said between gasps, “it’s a pretty good look for you.”

Torchbearer raised an eyebrow at him. “Says the guy who’s got stars on his tent.”

Clancy looked back at his tent and saw the trail of stars we’d left behind. His grin faltered for a moment, realizing that he hadn’t escaped unscathed. “Touché.”

Still chuckling, I motioned for Torchbearer to sit by the fire. “We thought you'd appreciate a little lightness after…you know, everything.” I didn’t need to elaborate. Life in this camp was tough, and the weight of the mission was always pressing down on us. There was so little room for laughter, for joy.

Torchbearer’s expression softened as he sat down next to me, the remnants of the stars still clinging to his face. “I suppose I can’t argue with that.” He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging another sticker, which fluttered to the ground.

Clancy, still chuckling, handed him a mug of water. “Consider it a morale boost.”

Torchbearer took the mug and glanced between the two of us, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer. “You two are something else,” he said, shaking his head with a smile that was impossible to hide now.

I leaned in closer, still grinning. “Admit it—you love it. You’re the star of the camp now!”

He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed in the quiet morning. “I suppose I can roll with it for now.”

As the sun continued to rise, the camp began to come alive. One by one, our companions emerged from their tents, their sleepy faces transforming into expressions of surprise and amusement at Torchbearer’s star-studded appearance.

“Wow, someone really got into the spirit of things!” one of the newer recruits called out, a playful grin on his face.

“Don’t even start,” Torchbearer shot back, but he was smiling, clearly enjoying the attention. I exchanged a glance with Clancy, and we both struggled to contain our laughter.

The camp buzzed with excitement, a mixture of laughter and playful jabs at Torchbearer’s expense. I watched as he slowly accepted his fate, throwing back his head and laughing along with everyone else. The stars had worked their magic, drawing everyone into a moment of shared joy that we rarely experienced.

“Alright, alright, everyone settle down!” called out one of the senior members, trying to regain control of the situation. “We’ve got plans to discuss for today’s mission.”

As we gathered around the central fire pit, I could see Clancy trying to stifle his giggles every time he looked at Torchbearer. I felt a warm glow in my chest; seeing him like this, smiling and at ease, made all the trouble worth it.

“Okay, so what's the plan?” Torchbearer asked, shifting his attention to the map spread out in front of us, carefully avoiding the laughs directed at him.

“Well,” Clancy began, “we’ll split into two teams. You and I will take the north path while the others scout the south. Sound good?”

“Sounds good to me. Just don’t let me fall behind because I’m too busy laughing at your face,” Torchbearer teased, leaning over the map.

“Hey! You’re the one with stars all over,” Clancy shot back, pointing dramatically at Torchbearer’s forehead. “I’m just here to help you coordinate your new look.”

Torchbearer chuckled, rubbing the star on his forehead as if testing its adhesive qualities. “Maybe I should start a trend.”

I rolled my eyes, unable to help myself. “If anyone can pull off a star-covered face, it’s definitely you.”

“See? Now we’re all getting in on it,” he said, smiling at me. “But next time, you better believe I’m getting my revenge.”

“Challenge accepted,” I said, grinning back.

As we moved forward with the planning, I watched the banter flow between them. It felt like magic, the way laughter and connection blossomed between all of us. There was a lightness in the air, a sense of camaraderie that made the weight of our mission feel a little less heavy.

After discussing the details, we broke off into smaller groups to prepare. Clancy and I exchanged a look, silently agreeing to meet back up at the water jug later. I grabbed a few extra stickers from my bag, intending to stick them on anything that could use a little extra cheer.

As I wandered around the camp, I spotted Torchbearer talking to a couple of other team members. His laughter rang out, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. I had known he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders; I had seen the burden in his eyes countless times. But now, he seemed lighter, unburdened, and it made my heart swell.

“Hey!” I called out, catching his attention as I approached with a handful of star stickers. “You need some more?”

He chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “Why not? Let’s cover the whole camp in stars.”

I beamed at him and began placing stickers on his arms and shoulders, giggling with every new addition. “You’re becoming quite the star of this place. People might start looking to you for guidance on how to sparkle.”

“Or maybe I should be the one guiding you on how to not look ridiculous,” he countered, a playful challenge in his eyes.

“Never!” I said dramatically, throwing my hands up. “Ridiculous is my brand.”

As I stuck the last star on his collar, I stepped back to admire my handiwork. He looked so happy, and I couldn’t help but feel satisfied that we’d managed to create this little moment of joy.

“Alright, you’re officially the most colorful leader this camp has ever seen,” I declared, raising my arms in victory.

“Fantastic,” he replied, laughter bubbling beneath the surface. “Maybe I’ll start a fashion revolution.”

With our spirits high, the day continued to unfold with laughter and camaraderie. The stars we’d stuck around camp and on Torchbearer had transformed our environment into something magical, something vibrant.

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[itshollandsgirl]

Writing update

I will start writing again once I’m back at college (which is tomorrow😂) so that I won’t have witnesses when I write😬

It’s been writing fics since I was 14 and to this day only one of my friends know about it. I’m 22 now and I’m keeping it that way🤣

Will be writing for the following:

Tom Holland (ofc)

Asa Butterfield

Colby Brock

Maybe, and this is MAYBE, OUAT Peter Pan (or at least finish what I started)

Maybe once in a while I’ll post another celeb I’m havin feels for, but these are the three which are consistent.

Let’s give a round of applause for an era of writing I did for these celebrities/social influencers👏:

Harry and Sam Holland

Harrison Osterfield

Brennen Taylor 💩

Simon Minter (miniminter)

Joe Sugg (thatcherjoe)

Daniel Seavey

Luke Hemmings✨

Calum Hood💕

Robbie Kay

Cole Sprouse (lowkey have no memory of writing for him tbh)

Josh Dun

Nick Robinson

Andy Biersack (a god)

Matthew Gray Gubler (still willing to have his babies)

[the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink]

So after a lot of stressed out maths late last night (while my chem were playing in New Jersey, which didn’t really help my attention span lmao) I worked out that I’ve ✨severely underestimated✨ two things.

1) how long it takes me to write a fic

And

2) just how busy I’m gonna be when I go back to uni in a few days.

So I’ve decided to call it quits on flufftober - the list is barely half full, and I’ve been prioritising kinktober requests anyway.

Now, if I’ve got someone’s name down for a prompt you’d better believe I’m still writing that damn story - it just won’t be to such a specific schedule.

I am still taking requests, so feel free to hit me with stuff! I just know that there’s no way in hell I’m gonna get a whole 62 fics done in time when I’m currently sat with 15 in my queue.

As a treat, I’ll post one of the completed flufftober prompts for you today!!

Let me know which one you wanna see first:

Prompt 1: first kiss - Ryan Seaman x reader

Prompt 3: kiss and make up - Josh Dun x reader

Prompt 7: sleepless night - Mikey Way x reader

Prompt 10: morning cuddles - Frank Iero x reader

Prompt 21: is that my hoodie? - Frank Iero x reader

All other claimed prompts are currently in progress, but they’ll appear at some point soon!

(This also gives me more of a chance to crack through some of the hornier requests I’ve been sent recently… 👀)

[mister-girl]

Also...

✨JOSH DUN✨

every time people wake up and realize that wearing red eyeshadow is cool again i always see all these articles and tutorials that are like "how to wear red eyeshadow so you don't look like you just crawled out of your own grave" and i'm honestly shocked and appalled because if that's not the look you're going for then what is even the point

[yarrystyleeza]

10, 19, 24 and 29 for the ask game 💖

Hey, galaxy! Hope you're doing well! 💘

What's something you're excited for?

I'm waiting for my first job interview ever! So please wish me luck! <3

Do you still love stuffed animals?

Absolutely! And I still have them on my bed! They are Scud, a baby-pink teddy bear, had him since the first grade when I was seven, Spongy, a "circular" version of Spongebob, Josh the unicorn (he literally looks like Josh Dun from Twenty One Pilots with his spiky pink hair), Harry the frog (reminds me of Harry Styles) and Tasmanian the devil (he's literally the stuffed animal version of Taz from Looney Toons) <3

Most important thing in my life?

That's a deep question, I have a lot of things to consider important, my family, my friends, my pets, I really can't live without them! <3

What's something you do to de-stress?

I listen to music and try to draw, I don't usually write down my feelings in a journal (I tried for years, never worked for me, hahaha), so I try to convert my bad feelings into good ones by making art, maybe writing an angst piece, sometimes fluff too. <3

Morning, afternoon or night?

Night, night, night! The stars, the dark sky, the calmness, the air, it's peaceful and I love it! I also love staying up to watch the sunrise! (as a lover of the Stardust movie, it's really my joy) <3

Thanks for dropping these questions, I truly appreciate it! 💘✨

soft asks | 💌