#🪬 anon

[nottsangel]

I can’t stop thinking about poly!theo x mattheo x reader ugh

I can see theo and mattheo practically teaming up and making anyone who wanted to invite you to the yule ball either not do it or back out, either with threats or directly beating them up.

Poor girl, you don’t have a date for the ball and you’re so sad about it because you were so excited to go :(

But luckily for you your two best friends are willing to ditch their dates and go with you <3

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oh to be best friends with mattheo and theo who secretly have a crush on you and would do anything to keep guys away from you behind your back… they’d be so sweet when they’re with you—cracking jokes and making you laugh—yet conveniently ‘forgetting’ to mention that they beat up the guy who asked you to the yule ball until he was bleeding everywhere…

[oldiesstationlover11607]

This idea just blessed my mind and I’m not sure if you had something like this before, but I was thinking about Tyler x reader, where they started dating like at 14/15 and kind of like their relationship through the year.

Btw, I very very much liked you previous work for my request!!! Much love 🪬

Timeline - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: small breakup but they get back together lol

Word Count: 2551

A/N: HII I hope this is what you meant - I wasn't sure if you meant the jan - feb year or years until now so i just did that bc i like that better lol enjoy!

New Year’s Eve, Age 14

We met at a New Year’s Eve party at our parents’ work – the only kids at the party while the rest were snug in their beds, escaping the cold weather outside. I didn’t really know Tyler that well at the time, aside from the fact that we had a couple of classes together and that our parents were friends. The smell of catered food filled the air, but what I remember most was the giant tablecloth hiding us from the world. We were tucked underneath it, gossiping and laughing about things neither of us would care to admit later.

“I bet we’ll get stuck at parties like this every year until we’re adults,” Tyler muttered, rolling his eyes as the sound of adults chatting filled the room.

I nodded in agreement, though a small part of me felt excited—like it wasn’t so bad, being stuck here with him.

“Hey, maybe next time we can bring better snacks and make it more fun,” I joked, nudging him playfully with my shoulder. His grin widened, and for the first time that night, I noticed how easy it was to talk to him.

A Few Months Later, Age 15

Our parents’ friendship meant we saw each other more often. Weekend dinners, work events, school functions – Tyler was always there. It didn’t take long before our inside jokes and late-night texts became a normal thing. He’d sneak glances at me in class, and I’d find myself waiting for him at lunch.

It was at one of those weekend dinners that something changed. We were sitting on the porch, far away from the noise inside. The cool night air made the stars look brighter, and I could feel the warmth of his arm next to mine.

“I think you’re really cool, you know,” he said out of nowhere, his voice quieter than usual. “And… I kind of like you.”

His words hung in the air between us, and for a second, I wasn’t sure if I’d imagined them. My heart raced, and before I knew it, I was smiling.

“I like you too, Tyler,” I admitted, feeling the weight of my confession lift from my chest.

We didn’t say anything for a moment, just sat there in the quiet, but it felt different – like we were no longer just two kids stuck at a party.

Age 16

A year later, we were officially dating. Tyler asked me out the day before my sixteenth birthday. It wasn’t anything extravagant—just a movie night at the mall—but to me, it felt perfect. He held my hand during the whole film, and when it was over, he insisted on walking me home, even though it was out of his way.

“I guess this makes it official,” I teased, as we stood outside my door, the soft glow of the street lamp shining on his face.

He grinned that same grin from the New Year’s Eve party. “Guess so.”

Before I could say anything else, he leaned in and kissed me. It was soft, sweet, and just enough to make my heart skip a beat. We both laughed afterward, awkwardly pulling away, but the butterflies in my stomach told me I wouldn’t forget it.

Age 18

High school graduation was bittersweet. We’d spent four years figuring each other out, and while our relationship had its ups and downs, we were still together. But now, the reality of college loomed over us, and neither of us had made any decisions.

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen,” Tyler admitted one night, as we sat on the hood of his car, staring out at the city lights. “I mean, I want to stay with you, but…”

“I know,” I whispered. The uncertainty scared me too. We had grown so much together, and the idea of drifting apart felt like losing a part of myself.

“We’ll figure it out,” I said, though I wasn’t sure if that was true. Tyler’s hand found mine, and we stayed like that, holding on to each other a little tighter, trying to make the moment last.

Age 19 

Life after high school became a whirlwind. Tyler had started playing more shows, small gigs here and there. It was clear that music wasn’t just a hobby for him; it was his passion. He’d spend hours working on songs in his basement, calling me late at night to play new riffs or share lyrics.

By the time Twenty One Pilots released their self-titled album, things were different. Tyler was different. His focus shifted more and more to the band. Don’t get me wrong – I was proud of him, but I could feel the distance starting to creep in. There were nights when he was on stage, surrounded by people, and I’d be sitting in the back of the room, wondering when we’d have time for us again.

“We’ll figure it out,” he promised after one show, his voice tired but determined. “I’m doing this for us.”

I wanted to believe him.

Age 22

By the time Regional at Best came out, the band’s momentum was undeniable. Tyler was writing more, performing more, and slowly slipping away. We’d gone from texting constantly and spending weekends together to barely seeing each other for weeks.

The night we broke up was quiet. We were sitting in his car, parked outside my apartment. I could feel it coming, the way the silence settled between us.

“This isn’t working, is it?” I finally said, my voice trembling.

Tyler’s hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. He didn’t deny it. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered. “But I don’t know how to do this – the band, the tours, us. I’m just… lost right now.”

I nodded, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. “I love you, Tyler. But I can’t keep waiting for you to figure it out.”

That was it. No yelling, no blame. Just the quiet, inevitable end of something we both knew had been slipping away for a while.

Age 24 – Vessel

Vessel was a turning point – not just for Tyler, but for us. After months of barely speaking, he called me out of the blue. It was late, past midnight, but I recognized the familiar strain in his voice immediately.

“I’m recording again,” he said. “But something’s missing. I’m missing you.”

I could hear the vulnerability in his words, and it took me right back to when we were kids hiding under that table at the New Year’s Eve party.

“I don’t know how to fix everything,” he admitted, his voice small. “But I want to try.”

Hearing him say that—hearing him want to try again—made something inside me soften. We weren’t perfect, far from it, but we both knew that what we had was worth fighting for.

When we got back together, it wasn’t easy. He was still touring, still building the band with Josh, but this time, he made an effort. We made an effort. He made space for me, for us, even when it felt impossible.

Age 26

Blurryface changed everything. Tyler had been in a rough place when he started writing it—doubting himself, his music, everything. He shut himself off from everyone, including me, spending days locked away in the studio. It was like the closer he got to finishing the album, the further he drifted emotionally.

I’ll never forget the night he came home, completely worn out. “I don’t think I can do this,” he said, collapsing onto the couch next to me. “The pressure, the expectations… it’s too much.”

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. “You’re not alone, Ty. I’m here.”

He looked up at me, eyes glassy, and for the first time in a long time, he let his guard down completely. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Blurryface was a huge success, but what mattered more was that through it all, we grew stronger. We learned how to communicate better, how to be there for each other even when life got crazy.

Age 28

It wasn’t long after Blurryface that Tyler proposed. We’d been through so much together—years of ups and downs, breakups and makeups—and it finally felt like the right time.

He popped the question in the most Tyler way possible: quietly, privately, just the two of us. We were sitting on the porch again, like we had when we were kids, talking about everything and nothing.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” he started, his voice soft, almost nervous.

“What’s that?” I asked, glancing over at him.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Tears welled in my eyes as he opened the box, revealing the ring. “Will you marry me?”

I didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes,” I whispered, pulling him into a kiss. “A thousand times yes.”

Age 30

The release of Trench was an emotional time for Tyler. He was proud of the album, but it came from a dark place. But despite the intensity of the music, life was looking up for us. We’d been married for almost two years, and I was pregnant with our first child.

The day I told Tyler was one of the happiest moments of my life. His eyes lit up in disbelief, and he pulled me into a tight hug, laughing and crying all at once.

“We’re going to be parents,” he whispered, resting his hand on my stomach as if he couldn’t believe it.

Our daughter was born just before Trench dropped, and Tyler was there for every moment he could be, even in the middle of the hectic album release. Seeing him hold our baby girl for the first time was something I’ll never forget. The way his eyes softened, the way he cradled her so gently—it was like he’d found a new kind of love.

Age 33 

By the time Scaled and Icy came out, the world was a different place. The pandemic hit, and like everyone else, we were suddenly confined to our home. For Tyler, it was both a blessing and a curse. He wasn’t on tour, he wasn’t caught up in the constant whirlwind of shows and travel, but the isolation took a toll.

We spent most days together as a family—me, Tyler, and our two kids. It was strange at first, having so much time. We made forts in the living room, did puzzles with the kids, and Tyler wrote music whenever he found a quiet moment. He even turned one of the rooms into a makeshift studio, working on what would become Scaled and Icy.

But there was this undercurrent of restlessness in him. I saw it in the way he’d pace around the house, or stay up late working on songs. He was trying to stay positive, to push past the uncertainty, but the weight of the world had a way of creeping in.

One night, as we sat on the couch after the kids went to bed, he leaned his head against my shoulder. “I miss performing,” he admitted softly. “I miss connecting with people. It feels like there’s this… distance between me and everything that made sense before.”

I stroked his hair gently, trying to comfort him. “You’ll get back there. The world will get back there.”

He sighed, nodding, but I could tell the anxiety was still gnawing at him. Scaled and Icy was different—it was brighter, more optimistic than anything he’d made before, but I knew that beneath that surface, Tyler was still wrestling with his own doubts.

When the album dropped in 2021, it was strange not to celebrate it with a tour. Everything was virtual. Tyler and Josh did livestreams, connected with fans online, but it wasn’t the same. Yet, despite the limitations, the album was a success. It was a beacon of hope during a dark time, a way for fans to escape, even for a little while.

At home, Tyler tried to stay present with the kids. He’d sing them songs from the album, making silly faces to get them to laugh. I could see how much it meant to him to have this time with them. For all the chaos the pandemic caused, it brought us closer as a family.

Age 35

Now, two years later, things are shifting again. The world is slowly coming back to life, and so is Tyler’s creative energy. He’s been talking more about his next project—Clancy. It’s something he’s been hinting at for years, but now, it’s finally happening.

The music he’s been working on feels darker, deeper, like he’s exploring parts of himself he’s kept hidden. He’s mentioned Clancy before in the Trench era, but now it feels like he’s diving headfirst into the story. He doesn’t talk much about it, but I can tell it’s personal—more personal than anything he’s ever written.

“You’re okay, right?” I ask him one night, as he’s sitting with his guitar, strumming softly. The kids are asleep, and it’s just the two of us in the quiet of the living room.

He looks up at me, his eyes shadowed but steady. “Yeah. I’m okay. I just… I want this to be perfect. I’ve been holding onto this idea for so long, and now that it’s real, it’s kind of terrifying.”

I sit beside him, resting my head on his shoulder. “You don’t have to carry all of it by yourself, you know.”

He smiles, a soft, grateful smile. “I know. And I won’t.”

The Clancy era feels monumental—not just for him, but for us. We’ve come a long way since those early days of the band, when everything felt uncertain. Now, with three kids and a house full of memories, our life is different, but it’s still us.

The new music Tyler’s creating feels like it’s a culmination of everything he’s been through—his struggles, his doubts, the pressures of fame, and the love he’s built with me and our family. He talks about Clancy like it’s more than a character—it’s a part of himself, the part that’s still searching for answers.

And now, with the Clancy tour looming, things are picking up again. This time, though, it feels different. There’s a sense of balance, like Tyler knows how to handle it. We’ve been through so much together—breakups, makeups, the highs of album releases and the lows of feeling lost. But now, there’s a quiet confidence in him, like he’s learned how to navigate the chaos.

“I’m going to miss you,” he says as he packs for the tour, folding shirts into his suitcase. Our youngest is tugging at his pant leg, and he kneels down to kiss her forehead.

“We’ll miss you too,” I say, watching him with the kids. It’s always hard when he leaves, but this time, it feels different. Like we’ve reached a new understanding, a new chapter.

As he zips up his suitcase and turns to me, he pulls me into a tight hug. “This time, I’m not just doing it for me. I’m doing it for us.”

I smile, pressing my forehead against his. “We’ve got you.”

The tour will take him away for months, but I know we’ll be alright. We always are.

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[the-puppeteerr]

❝ Ah, Found Any New Interesting Within Those Happenings With The Others? ❞

— 🪬 (@written-in-the-fates)

<< Mod Note: Now let us just hope that this is actually tagged. >>

"A fun puppet of mine seems to have finally returned to normal.. for now.

She's part of my current plans, but she also has a habit of ... taking quite a long time to fulfill our goals. It's fascinating on its own, until she spends hundreds of years longer than necessary waiting..."

[kaionyx]

I love your blog so much I can help but play with myself.. ♡-♡.... (Is 🎀 or 🪬 taken?)

That’s cute darling, nice knowing i’m corrupting your empty mind little by little over time just by a few words.

[madlittlecriminal]

im about to send a few different jonathan crane requests so get ready lol

ok first one; hcs for a lego date i think it could be cute and silly

thanks and lovelovelove your work

-🪬

Minifigures and Sets ↦ Jonathan Crane × GN!Reader [headcanons]

i've always wanted to go on a lego date, but your friendly neighborhood writer hasn't been in a relationship in almost 3 years and it's been a while since i've went on a date...lollll but i'm glad you love my work so much :')

Warnings: it's been years since I went to the Lego Store in New York, so i don't know how much has changed since the last time ive been there

He would take you there as a surprise after he got off work since he knew you had a love for everything Lego

Plus, since you lived in New York, the Lego Store was the best spot.

He watched you like a kid in the candy store as you messed with separate pieces of Legos and created different things

He always admired your imagination.

What he didn't expect you was to show him a minifigure that looked like him before putting it in the pocket of his blazer

He chuckled and planted a kiss on your forehead.

Then there was another one you did, but kept it hidden from him which made his curiosity peak.

You didn't say anything as you walked through picking out different Lego sets from different fandoms you liked.

Your boyfriend though was watching you like a hawk

He was waiting for you to show him what you had hidden from him.

It wasn't until you got home was when you showed him.

He laughed and hugged you.

"I love you, you know that?"

Of course you did.

He quickly ran to his lab and placed the minifigures of him as himself and him as Scarecrow on his desk with a smile

You would sit on the dining table and build your new sets

He would help you build them, no questions asked.

If you'd tell him no, he'd open the bags for you and separate the pieces for you

If you said yes, he'd tear the instruction booklet in half and you'd work on that

If the sets contained more than one booklet, he'd make sure it was even, but if the number was odd, the last booklet would be ripped in half

After they were done, he'd help you put them on your stand that had different sets.

You told him you might need a bigger space and he agreed

The night would end with you suggesting other Lego sets to get if he was willing to take you back.

And guess what?

It became a new thing to go to the Lego Store after work and/or on each other's days off.

[ventismacchiato]

“Update when” “pls update soon!!” SHUT THR FUCK UP YOU INSOLENT FUCKING FLEABAG, YOUR DICK IS THE SIZE OF A 4 INCH WORM YOU STUPID ASS JUST WAIT, YOU DO REALIZE INSTEAD OF BEING CHRONICALLY ONLINE AND ALWAYS ON KAI’S DICK/PUSSY ABOUT UPDATING YOU COULD SPEND YOUR TIME TOUCHING GRASS AND LET KAI LIVE WITHOUT YOUR STUPID MAGGOT GOGGLING SELF, SO LISTEN HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT, SHIT-POUCH, BITCH, BITCH-BOY, CUNT, ASS, DICK, DICK-FACE, DICK-BAG, DICK-EATER, DICK-SITTER, DICK-NIPS, DICK-HEAD, DICK-WAD, DICK-FINGERS, JIZZ-COCK, COCK-SMOKER, COCK-SUCKER, COCK-GOBBLER, COCK-EATER, COCK-FACE, PUSSY, TWAT, TWIT, SNATCH, PUSSY-FACE, PUSSY-CLOWN, SHIT-FACE, CUNT-NUGGET, CUNT-MUFFIN, CUNT-FACE, CLIT-FACE, THUNDER-CUNT, THUNDER-MUFF, DIPSHIT, DOUCHE-BAG, DUMBASS, DUMB-FUCK, BULLSHIT, BASTARD, TATER-TITS, BUTT-FUCKER, DILL-HOLE, ASS-HOLE, ASS-HAT, ASS-CLOWN, ASS-WIPE, ASS-FACE, ASS-MUNCH, ASS-SUCKER, JACK-ASS, SHIT-LICKER, SHIT-HEAD, SHIT-FACE, WHORE, WHORE-FACE, PISS, PISS-BABY, PISS-DRINKER, PISS-BUCKET-CUM, CUM-DUMPSTER, CUM-GUZZLER, CUM-BUCKET, CUM-TOILET, DRY CUM-SOCK, CUM-BITCH, CUM-SLUT, FUCKER, FUCK-FACE, FUCK-STICK, FUCK-STAIN, FUCK-WAD, FUCK-TARD, FUCK-BOY, CLUSTER-FUCK, SLUT-CHOPS, SLUT, TREACHEROUS SLUT, SHAMEFUL MOTHER-FUCKER JUST STOP ASKING. thank you for listening ☺️ (sorry for the aggressiveness)

- 🪬 anon

HELP HOW DID U COME UP W SM INSULTS

[roosterr]

Headcanoning that after Soaps “accident” aka him being shot he was okay but hell mentally? Nah.

He definitely lost his memory. Like. He had no clue who he was or who the boys were.

He had splitting migraines every day which Simon had to help him with

He got so many dizzy spells,

Often when he heard shouting he thought immediately he’s back.

He definitely had to relearn some skills like walking maybe?

And one evening

Johnny overheard Simon,

"It kills me seeing him like this. I just want my Johnny back."

Johnny? Who’s Johnny?

And then he confronted him,

"..Was Johnny a good person?" ‘..The best there was.’ "..I hope I can be your Johnny for you, Simon."

And little did he know? He was🤍. (o^^o)

-🪬anon!!!

ohhh my god this is so wonderfully devastating 😭😭😭😭 the pure angst potential of soap trying to become this johnny that he knows simon loves but it was him all along. I fucking love a good amnesia plot. currently screaming into the void over this

[elsweetheart]

i feel like ellie is the type of gf (or even js bsf madly inlove w reader) that when you say things like ‘btw i got an A on my essay’ shell be so proud of you and put little kisses all over your face forehead, cheek, nose, chin, jaw, literally everywhere on your face

- 🪬

absolutely !!!! honestly, she just sees it as an excuse to kiss you. she’d be all “really? babe that’s fuckin’ awesome. we gotta celebrate, yeah?” whilst literally smothering you with kisses :(

[babygorewhore]

She’s cute! -🪬 *pats head*

Thank you 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[finleyforevermore]

[heehe I’m operating on a hotspot so bear with me]

So i. Heard you needed bothering

LOOK AT THS BRACELET I MADE TODAY!!!! I LVOOE IT AND I WANTED TO SOW IT T YOU AAA

OOH, PRETTY BRACELET!!! 💖💖💖💖 It's so sparkly heehee!!

Thank you for "bothering" me, Lavender! :)

(i put it in quotations because you aren't actually bothering me! XD)

[celabi]

You like stardew valley too!?!??? Who’s your favourite bachelor/ette?

— A new anon, may I be 🪬 I f it’s available?, it’s okay if not!

I do! 300+ hours in the game and surprisingly, my favourite bachelor isn’t Sebastian like most, but Elliot 🌚 ngl he’s pretty ugly in the vanilla game but I play with a bunch of mods, that make him 🤭

His yandere mod makes him send love letters and nsksndjjd I blush 🫶, blehh he’s so cute when he’s obsessed 🫣

Welcome 🪬 anon! (It took me forever to find this emoji good god😭)

[nottsangel]

Why did I just read your janitor.ai bots are a disaster????

Girl literally your toxic!theo and 🍯 anon’s dealer!theo bots have me in a CHOKEHOLD

318 and 374 messages each like PLEASE feed me more😞😞🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

🪬

my toxic!theo bot calls me ‘his little firecracker’ and cums on chalkboards, brothers bsf!theo is homophobic apparently and stalker!theo stole someone’s underwear off their body while they were sleeping 😔. so yes, disasters! im so glad u like toxic!theo though i didn’t think people still used my bots !!!!!! 🥺

[goopingandgunking]

your child will shine, some would say as bright as the sun -🪬

Well that’s nice :)

[southparkhcsocs]

I am so I love with your work 😩

I be eating it up like mommas home made chicken pot pie

If it’s alright, can I be 🕯️or 🪬 anon🥺

you are my Queen 😩 (or king. Sorry if I do the pronoun thingy wrong or whatever)

LOL TYSM!! Glad you're enjoying it and it's getting so much love??? If someone would of told me how popular this comic would of been I wouldn't of believed it and I still don't!

There's already a candle anon so you can be 🪬 anon ❤️

[the-puppeteerr]

❝ Ah, I Hath To Agree With You. Things Do Get Quite Stale. ❞

❝ But Where Do You Fit Into The Grand Scheme Of Things? Because You Do Appears To Have An Interesting... Personality, Shall We Say. ❞

— 🪬

I'm glad you agree..

I am the Incarnation of Chaos and Karma in my Multiverse. I keep things interesting, and I make sure actions are repaid as they should be; good fortunes go to those who help others, and punishment to those who harm.

[trippygalaxy]

hellooo!!! :D how are you??? :0 sorry if any posts about your feelings were made recently my tumblr time settings are wrong so if i check the time im not sure if the post was recent or not— :( this is also a reminder to drink water :]

— 🪬 anon

Hello anon!!

Im okay! Kinda having some issues with remembering what is real and— isnt real but other than that im swell!!

Also thank you for the reminder! Ill be sure to get on that (maybe)