#bandito battle 2024

[atlas-cian]

CÍAN (me) ATTACKS TEAM 2‼️‼️‼️🥶🥶🥶🧊🧊🧊🧊🧊 @the-paladin-gay @lunaqstar

Following the first Bandito Battle prompt: Tyler and Josh!

[banditobattlemotherfuckers]

GET READY!

Bandito Battle (officially) starts tommorow!

The first prompt had been already released before we had to push this back and it will still be the first prompt so try and communicate with teammates to get a head start!

Im going to work on the discord today for those in it so we can assign roles to the teams (If you aren't in it already ask me if you want to join)

On another hand Team 1 with their lovely (seemingly leader) @that-ace-idiot managed to agree on a team name! They're now called The Vultures although I will usually go "Team 1-Vultures" to clarify. Team 2 uhm try to do the same? It's okay if you're fine with just Team 2 but that's kinda boring don't ya think?

Extra:

To clarify here's who's in The Vultures (Team 1)

@thepaladinstrait @that-ace-idiot

@interstellarneighbourhood @atlas-cian

@creature-phases @whereisyourfuckingrage

@inkbagel

And Team 2 is:

@siennadraws-13 @tirisghost

@pardonmydelays @intheskatepark

@oldiesstationlover11607 @0-0baybay0-0

@camstuckinacan

Just to clarify teams :3

Also in the V o i d:

@nervous-alien and @dasloddl

Thank you both for sticking with us even when you guys were too busy for this or couldn't do it <3

And thank you to my wonderful, amazing, funky little co-host @the-paladin-gay whom I wish would get a round of applause from everyone for helping me every step on the way through this I couldn't thank any of you enough for this so thank you so so fuckin much

It's been Luna here,

Lets get this show on Banditos!

[oldiesstationlover11607]

'It's a good day' - Clancy!Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Clancy x Reader

Warnings: Dema

Word Count: 2248

A/N: Well... bandito battle prompt 2! This prompt was so cool bc I knew exactly which piece of art I was going to use for my inspo :) The prompt was to make something based off of another clique member's work so... I used @intheskatepark's it's a good day work!! As soon as I saw this art I fell in love with the whole forced sitcom concept. Also it was really fun writing a piece that wasn't requested for once hehe - NOTE I HAVE NO REQUESTS RN SO 🤷‍♀️

The vibrant hues of Clancy's living room enveloped me like a burst of sunshine breaking through the clouds. Brightly colored furniture—a cobalt blue couch that seemed to pulse with energy, a sunny yellow coffee table that radiated warmth, and mismatched armchairs in bold reds and greens—filled the space, transforming it into a sanctuary of joy amid the gloom of our reality. The lively palette was a stark contrast to the gray monotony of Dema, where colors felt like a luxury few could afford. In this room, I felt the weight of the world lifting just a little, standing before Clancy, the camera rolling as our characters seamlessly slipped into their playful routine.

“So, what do you think of the new coffee blend?” I asked, pouring an imaginary cup of coffee from a whimsical polka-dotted mug. Clancy leaned back against the vibrant couch, his posture relaxed yet playful, a teasing grin spreading across his face.

“I hear it’s like magic in a cup,” he replied, flashing a twinkling smile into the camera lens. The bright stage lights caught his cotton candy-colored hair, illuminating it like a beacon of hope, a stark contrast to the darkness that often loomed outside these walls.

“Maybe I’ll let you be my taste tester tomorrow,” I suggested, a playful glint in my eyes as I leaned in closer. These moments were my favorite—the delightful intersection where acting and reality blurred, where we could forget, if only for a moment, the burdens that awaited us.

“Only if you promise not to spill it on me this time,” he shot back, raising an eyebrow. Laughter echoed through the soundstage, a bright note amid our otherwise muted lives. “Last time, I looked like I fell into a rainbow.” More laughter erupted, filling the air with a lightness that felt almost magical.

“Hey, it’s part of the charm!” I chuckled, though a pang of unease stirred in my chest. It was a reminder of the weight of Dema’s constraints pressing down on us. This sitcom, It’s a Good Day, was supposed to be a distraction, a sickeningly sweet escape from the grim realities we faced, enforced by the Bishops. It was a perfect follow-up for the newly rising Dema celebrity, ‘Tyler Joseph,’ who had just released his number-one album, Scaled and Icy, with his so-called ‘band’ twenty one pilots. There was no band, only an electronically forced propaganda album made with pure physical and mental torture.

The vibrant furniture around us seemed to hum with life, echoing the joy we pretended to share. But beneath the bright colors, I knew we were merely two souls playing our parts, struggling against the confines of a world that sought to control us.

“So, about that touch-up?” I smiled at Clancy, running my fingers through his cotton candy hair as the script dictated. I gathered my hair dye kit from the colorful side table, the bright colors almost mocking the reality outside. “You look like you could use a little magic.”

“Only if you promise not to make me look ridiculous,” he replied, that teasing grin making my heart flutter like a butterfly caught in a gentle breeze.

“Trust me,” I said, pulling him toward a large, vintage mirror that hung on the wall. “I think we need to capture the moment. Let’s go with cotton candy—that’s always a hit.”

As I leaned in closer, the scent of his floral shampoo filled the air, mingling with the brightness of the room. I gently shaped his hair, a mix of excitement and tenderness flooding through me as I felt the warmth of his presence. Just as I began to dab the dye onto his locks, the studio lights flickered, casting playful shadows on the walls. Clancy tilted his head, glancing at our reflection in the mirror, and I caught a glimpse of the boy I’d grown to adore in this strange world we inhabited.

“You know, if we keep this up, we might just turn into a walking candy store,” he said, laughter bubbling in his throat, the sound brightening the atmosphere even further.

I smiled back, my heart racing. “What’s wrong with a little sweetness? It’s what this world needs more of.” Yet, deep down, I felt the tension rising, a reminder that our playful banter was merely a thin veil over the stark reality outside. The Bishops wouldn’t appreciate our little bubble of happiness, not when they thrived on compliance and conformity.

Clancy’s eyes sparkled with a mix of hope and sadness, trying desperately to stick to the script. “I totally agree! Which is why we attend our church sessions—the Bishops keep us afloat and make everything better!”

The words twisted in my gut like a knife.

Clancy leaned back, allowing me to work, the soft strands of his cotton candy hair slipping between my fingers. The sound of a cooking alarm chimed from the ‘kitchen,’ a playful reminder of our scripted lives.

“Better finish my hair because dinner is ready,” he quipped, grinning as we shared a laugh. I placed a quick kiss on his cheek, then froze.

“Cut!” the director yelled, and I breathed a sigh of relief, stepping away from the scene. I brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear, the playful smirk still lingering on my lips as I leaned in closer to Clancy. “You did great out there. Just try not to look so tortured next time,” I teased, hoping to infuse some warmth into our bleak situation.

Clancy chuckled softly, his warm brown eyes meeting mine. “Not sure I can help it,” he muttered under his breath. I knew he was right—there was nothing to be happy about here. But as we shared our lighthearted moments, I sensed the deeper connection simmering beneath the surface. We were both acutely aware of the roles we played, not just in the sitcom but in the larger game that Dema had set before us.

The director’s voice echoed in the studio, breaking the moment like a crack of thunder. “Alright, everyone! Let’s reset for the next scene!” The cheerful chatter of the crew filled the air, but the weight of reality began to seep back in, reminding me of the world beyond the colorful set. I glanced at Clancy, whose playful demeanor flickered as he stood up, brushing off the remnants of our scene.

“Do you ever think about what’s really happening out there?” I asked, my voice lowered to avoid the prying ears of our crew. “I mean, outside this bubble we’ve created.”

Clancy paused, his smile fading slightly as he turned to face me. “All the time,” he admitted, his gaze drifting to the window where the fading light of day fought against the encroaching shadows of Dema. “Sometimes I feel like we’re just... puppets in this grand performance.”

His words hung between us, heavy with the unsaid truths we both felt but rarely dared to speak aloud. The Bishops controlled our every move, their watchful eyes always lurking just beyond the brightness of our set, reminding us that joy was a privilege few could afford in this stark world.

“I just wish we could break free from the script,” I confessed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “There’s so much more to life than this facade we wear.”

“Maybe that’s why we’re here,” he replied, his voice thoughtful. “To remind ourselves of what’s possible, even if it’s just for a moment.” He stepped closer, and I felt warmth radiating off him, a stark contrast to the chill that often enveloped me.

I met his gaze, our eyes locking in a moment that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. The vibrant colors around us faded into the background as the weight of our conversation took center stage. “But what if this moment is all we have? What if it’s never enough?” My heart raced, and I was acutely aware of the distance that separated us—not just the physical space, but the emotional barriers we built to protect ourselves from the harshness of reality.

“Then we make it count,” Clancy replied, his voice steady and filled with determination. “Even if we’re trapped here, we can still find our moments of joy.” He stepped closer again, and I could feel the magnetic pull between us, an unspoken desire to bridge that gap.

Before I could respond, the director's voice broke through again. “Alright, everyone! Let’s get back to work! The next scene is ready!” The air crackled with the energy of the crew moving into position, and I took a breath to steady myself, reluctant to leave the connection we had just forged.

As we prepared for the next take, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our playful banter was merely a mask, hiding the truth of our situation. But Clancy seemed determined to keep the spirit of our roles alive. “Just remember, when life gives you lemons, make a zesty lemonade!” he shouted, his voice ringing out with a mixture of humor and rebellion, causing the crew to chuckle.

I rolled my eyes, but a smile crept onto my face. “You’re ridiculous!” I laughed, feeling lighter, if only for a moment. The lights brightened again, and we slipped back into our characters, the facade settling comfortably around us.

After several more scenes, the day drew to a close. The crew began to wrap things up, but I could sense a heaviness lingering in the air, a reminder that our reprieve was temporary. As we finished the final scene, I caught Clancy’s eye again, and for a brief moment, everything else faded away.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low as he leaned closer, “can we talk? Like, really talk? Once we’re back in our cells?”

I nodded, my heart pounding with anticipation and a touch of fear. I knew what he was about to say would matter—a lot. After all, Clancy wasn’t just any prisoner; he was one of the leaders of the rebellion, a position that came with its own weight.

As we were escorted back to our cells, the familiar coldness of the concrete walls enveloped me. The laughter and lightness of the day faded away, replaced by the somber reality of our confinement. I found myself looking for Clancy in the dim light of the corridor, my pulse quickening as our eyes met.

Once we were alone in our respective cells, I leaned against the bars, feeling the chill of the metal against my skin. Clancy stood a few cells down, a silhouette against the sparse light. “I meant what I said earlier,” he began, his voice steady yet urgent. “You have to join us. The rebellion. We need people like you—people who can see beyond the charade.”

I felt my heart drop. “Clancy, it’s dangerous. You know that.” The thought of being swept up in a rebellion, of risking everything for a chance at freedom, terrified me.

He took a step closer, his expression fierce and earnest. “I know it is. But it’s also our only chance to reclaim what’s ours. We can’t keep pretending forever. The Bishops may think they’ve broken us, but we’re still here, still fighting in our own way.”

“Clancy, I—” I hesitated, my thoughts racing. It wasn’t just about the danger; it was about what it would mean for us. “What if it doesn’t work? What if we fail?”

“We won’t fail if we fight together,” he said, his voice filled with conviction. “I need you by my side. We need to show the Bishops that we’re more than just their puppets.”

The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down my spine, and for the first time, I saw beyond the colorful sitcom facade. I saw the fierce, passionate leader that Clancy was beneath the playful banter and bright hair.

“Clancy…” I whispered, my heart racing as I stepped closer to the bars that separated us. “I’m scared.”

“Me too,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I believe in us. In what we can become. If you join me, we can create something real, something powerful.” He paused, his expression softening. “And... I want you to be a part of my life, no matter what happens. I care about you, Y/N. More than I’ve let on.”

My breath caught in my throat as his confession washed over me, mingling with the swirling emotions I’d tried to keep at bay. “You care about me?”

“More than you know,” he said, stepping even closer. The distance between us felt electric, charged with everything we hadn’t said before.

“Then let’s do it,” I found myself saying, my voice firm with newfound resolve. “Let’s take the risk together. I want to fight for our freedom—and for you.”

A smile broke across his face, lighting up his features with a mixture of relief and joy. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” I replied, feeling a warmth spread through me at his hopeful expression. “But just so you know, I’m still going to dye your hair cotton candy.”

Clancy chuckled, the tension lifting. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

With a shared glance, a silent promise passed between us. We were no longer just two prisoners acting out a script; we were allies in a fight for freedom, our bond deepening with each word spoken, each risk taken. And as we prepared to face whatever came next, I knew that together, we were capable of creating our own story—one that would shine brighter than any sitcom ever could.

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[thepaladinstrait]

day 1 of bandito battle 2024 - josh and tyler

@the-paladin-gay @lunaqstar

[siennadraws-13]

Bandito battle day 4!!

Sorry I didnt participate in day 3. I actually finished spooky jim but didnt have enough time to finish Blurryface.

For this prompt, I decided to draw the scene in 'The Outside' where all the neds are lined up on the mountainside. Hope you enjoy!

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[banditobattlemotherfuckers]

yo Vultures

team 2 got their own tag

Thats crazy tbh like- imagine not having a tag pfft-

(I'm just trying to stir up competition you guys are too nice >:( )

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Daughter Part 3 - Torchbearer + Clancy + Nico!Daughter

Warnings: Anything Dema related

Word Count: 2367

A/N: Welcome to part 3! I can't wait to continue this story guys!! Using this for the bandito battle bc it's killing two birds with one stone (and it means the judges should reader parts 1 and 2 hehe)

PART 1 + PART 2

It had been three months since I’d returned to the towers—three long, tension-filled months. Three months since I’d spoken with the Torchbearer Three months since I’d reluctantly uttered the words I swore I never would to my father: “You were right.” Since then, communication from either Keons or Clancy had been scarce, leaving me in a haze of uncertainty. After each meeting, my father would return, coolly recounting the details as if they were simple business transactions, not matters of life and death.

“I’m glad you’ve come back, Y/N. It’s good to see you’ve regained your senses.” His voice was calm, measured, as always. He gestured dismissively to the maid who had set the table before us, a choreographed flick of his wrist sending her out of the room without a word. “We could use someone like you here. As a role model.”

I forced a smile, though my insides churned with dread. The weight of the room felt oppressive, thick with the air of expectations I hadn’t agreed to shoulder. “Thank you. I’m... grateful for the opportunity,” I replied, carefully modulating my voice. Beneath my practiced calm, fear was an undercurrent that threatened to drag me under. One wrong move, one misplaced word, and it could all be over. The rules in Dema were brutal, and mistakes here had a way of ending in blood.

“You know,” my father began, easing himself into a seat at the head of the long table, “that Clancy boy I’ve been dealing with? He’s starting to see the world as it truly is.” He paused for effect, tearing off a piece of bread and glancing at me sideways. “He talks about you. A lot.”

My heart stuttered. Clancy talks about me? What did that mean? Was he closer to organizing an escape? Was Keons still in play, ready to intervene if everything went sideways? Desperation clawed at my chest, but I couldn’t let it show.

“Really?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light, though my mind was racing with a dozen questions I couldn’t afford to ask. Instead, I turned my focus to the plate in front of me, stomach grumbling in protest. But I couldn’t eat. Not yet. Not until I had more information.

“Go on, my child. Eat,” my father said, chewing a piece of bread, his gaze sharp as he watched me. I took a small bite, more out of obligation than hunger, though the tension in my body remained. “You and Clancy—” He paused, as if testing the words in his mouth. “I believe you’d be good for each other. I want you to meet him tomorrow.”

I nodded, swallowing my food along with the knot in my throat. “I’d like that,” I said, though my mind was already spiraling. Tomorrow. What would it mean to see Clancy again? To stand in front of him under my father’s ever-watchful gaze?

As dinner wound down, the maid returned to clear the table. My father stood swiftly, signaling that the evening was over. He didn’t need to say anything—his movements were always enough. I scrambled to my feet, following him through the cold, labyrinthine hallways of the tower. The stone walls, stark and severe, were softened only by the red tapestries and oil paintings that lined the corridors, relics of Dema’s past and its so-called traditions. I had grown up surrounded by these symbols of control, but now, they only served to remind me how deeply rooted this place was in its own lies.

When we reached the door to my room, he stopped abruptly. His arms, always encased in the heavy, blood-red silk of his robes, reached out—hesitantly. A gesture I hadn’t seen in years: a hug. The embrace felt strange, foreign. The silk wrapped around me like a shroud, cold and constricting.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he muttered, releasing me before turning to walk away, his footsteps echoing down the empty hall.

“Goodnight, Dad,” I whispered, watching his retreating figure. As the door clicked shut behind me, I was left standing alone in the suffocating silence of the tower.

My mind drifted to the Torchbearer—the name whispered among the rebels, a symbol of resistance. I hadn’t heard from him since that night. My father’s reports confirmed what I feared: the rebels had been silent. Too silent. Which meant one of two things—they were either meticulously planning something big, or they were falling apart. Either way, the quiet was unnerving. But despite everything, I still thought about him. About the banditos, about the Torchbearer’s defiance, and the spark of hope that lingered whenever I remembered the sound of his voice. He was the one who knew my past, the one who had seen what I tried to bury, and yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that he’d abandoned me–that I was alone in this fight. 

It wasn’t until I saw Clancy that I realized how much he’d convinced my dad of his brainwashing. I’d been made to wear dark clothes, a black jacket and a black pair of jeans–something I rarely wore. 

“Clancy, this is my daughter, Y/N.” Dad placed a cold hand on my back, chills running through my body. I attempted a smile as I looked at Clancy, wearing similar dark clothes except they echoed our cement surroundings. 

“It is good to finally meet you Y/N, I’ve heard so much about you,” he nodded at me, arms carefully held behind his back. 

“I could say the same for you,” I said. My heart raced beneath the cool fabric of the black jacket as I met his eyes. He looked composed, but I noticed it–the flicker of recognition of hope that passed through his gaze. I’d missed him. Despite only ever having one conversation before, I’d missed him. Now, here I was, standing in front of him with my father’s watchful eye burning a hole into my back. My smile felt like a mask—one I had perfected over weeks of playing the obedient daughter.

“Clancy has been a great asset to us,” my father said, his voice carrying a hint of smugness. “He has requested you join him on his strategic meetings starting today. I trust you’ll help her acclimate.” My stomach twisted at the mention of Trench. I hadn’t expected to be escaping today. Clancy nodded, his lips pressing together as if fighting to hold back words that could get him killed. We both knew he hadn’t been brainwashed, not really. But my father, the rest of the bishops, and Dema’s regime believed otherwise. They thought they had broken us. 

Clancy nodded, his expression unreadable. “Of course. I look forward to it.” My eyes flicked to Clancy’s hands—still clasped behind his back, but I saw the subtle, almost imperceptible motion of his thumb rubbing against the base of his other hand. A signal. A wave. Dad gave a slight bow of his head, satisfied, before dismissing himself and leaving the two of us alone for a moment. The heavy, oppressive silence of the tower seemed to close in on us as Clancy stepped closer, lowering his voice so only I could hear. “You look good Y/N,” he stood tall, arms folded across his chest as he looked me up and down. 

“You look starved,” I replied, my eyes taking in his skinny figure. 

“I look like an average citizen,” he justified, “regardless, I’ve been busy.” His tone was clipped, almost mechanical to keep up appearances. “Keons has everything set.” After weeks of playing this dangerous game, today was the day.

“Can we trust him?” I asked, referring to Keons. There had been rumors—rumors I didn’t want to believe, but Dema had ways of getting into people’s heads. Clancy’s eyes met mine, steel and fire behind them. “We have to.” 

Before I could respond Clancy grasped my hand leading me into one of the smaller towers–Keons’ tower. We moved quickly through the shadowed corridors, the weight of what was about to happen pressed down on my chest. This was it. No more waiting, no more pretending. The plan was already in motion. Clancy kept his eyes forward, his pace swift but careful. His hand brushed against mine briefly, just enough to remind me that he was there, that this was real, and I wasn’t alone in this. The tower seemed eerily quiet, the air thick with the tension of everything that was about to break. At last, we reached the lower level where the exit awaited. The rusted door creaked open with a low groan, and the chill of the night air rushed in, biting at my skin. For the first time in what felt like years, I could see the world beyond Dema, the empty wasteland stretching out before me, a vast and bleak freedom.

Clancy didn’t hesitate as he guided us toward the car parked just beyond the outer wall, hidden in the shadow of the tower. It wasn’t much—an old, beaten-up vehicle, its paint chipped and rust clinging to the edges—but it was enough to get us out of here. Enough to get us to the outskirts of Dema where the rest of the plan would unfold. Without a word, Clancy opened the door for me, his eyes sharp and focused. I slid into the passenger seat, my heart pounding in my chest. The reality of our escape washed over me like a wave. I had planned for this moment, rehearsed it in my head a thousand times, but nothing had prepared me for the intensity of actually doing it.

Clancy got into the driver’s seat and started the car. The engine sputtered to life with a rough growl, and the car lurched forward, tires kicking up dust as we sped toward the edge of the city. The oppressive towers of Dema loomed behind us, fading into the distance as he drove further into the wastelands. For a moment, I allowed myself to breathe, to believe that maybe, just maybe, we were going to make it out of here. We drove onto a road–probably more of a highway–and sped as fast as we could away from the city. But then, something reflected in the windshield, something yellow. 

“Shit, what is that?” Clancy muttered under his breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Suddenly, the car jerked violently as Clancy swerved, narrowly avoiding a roadblock that had been set up ahead. The tires screeched against the dirt, and the car fishtailed for a moment before Clancy regained control. My breath hitched as I glanced behind us–nothing. Clancy’s foot slammed down on the gas, but the old car was struggling to keep up. I felt the vehicle shake beneath me, its engine groaning as it pushed toward its limits.

“Hold on!” Clancy yelled, his eyes darting between the road ahead. 

“I don’t see anything Clancy!” My eyes frantically scanned the road as Clancy veered to the side. 

“Y/N, take the wheel!” he shouted, and before I could even think, he was crawling into the back seat, leaving me to steer the car as he yanked a bag out from under the seat. My hands trembled as I grabbed the wheel, trying to keep the car steady. 

“What the hell is going on with you?” I screamed, trying to focus on the road ahead of me. It had been a long long time since I’d driven a car. With a sharp crack, you heard it—a shot. The front tire exploded, sending the car careening out of control. I screamed as the vehicle spun out, skidding off the road and crashing into the dirt. Everything went silent for a moment. The world was a blur of dust and darkness. I blinked, trying to steady myself, to make sense of what had just happened. The car had come to a stop, smoke rising from the hood.

Clancy was already moving, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the wreckage. “We have to go!” he shouted, his voice hoarse with urgency. The two of us stumbled out of the car, my legs weak and shaking. 

“What the fuck was that Clancy? What the hell!” I shouted, throwing his hand off me. The night air was filled with the acrid smell of smoke and burning rubber. In the distance, the towers of Dema loomed like a dark promise.

And then it happened—just like in a dream.

The car erupted into flames.

The heat washed over me, the fire climbing higher into the night sky, casting an orange glow over the wasteland. Clancy didn’t flinch, his focus unbroken as he moved toward the back of the car, his hands already working on the trunk.

“What are you doing?” I asked, frustrated that he wasn’t explaining anything to me. My voice was barely audible over the roar of the flames.

“We need the supplies,” he said, his voice calm but intense. “If we don’t have them, we’re dead before we even make it to Trench.” Clancy was right. Without the supplies, the escape wouldn’t matter. We had come too far to turn back now. He pried open the trunk, grabbing the bags of gear he had stashed there—the food, the water, everything we needed to survive the journey ahead. The heat from the burning car was unbearable, but I helped him, my hands moving on autopilot as I stuffed the supplies into my pack. With one final glance at the burning wreckage, Clancy grabbed a camo green jacket, the shoulders covered in yellow tape. He hoisted a duffle bag over his shoulder and grabbed my hand. “We need to move. Now.”

“You’re not going to explain anything to me?” I asked, planting my feet on the road below us. 

“I said now, Y/N. I don’t have–We don’t have time.” He spoke firmly, looking around us like a vulture. That was the moment I decided to trust him. That I would rather trust Clancy than become a glorious gone. The two of us ran, the sound of the fire crackling behind us as we disappeared into the darkness of the wasteland. The glow of Dema’s towers faded into the distance, swallowed by the night.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, we were free.

//

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Bandito Battle event 2!! The prompt was to recreate either another clique members work, or to remake something of your own, So I decided to remake my first ever TOP fanart! This one's a lot more rushed since I thought I didn't have much time left when I made it lol. But I'm pretty happy with how it turned out! Enjoy!

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Old art for comparison:

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Holy shit this is so nice dude! Outstanding work dude!

Another one into the Vultures pot

finally finished my submission for the first prompt of the @banditobattlemotherfuckers!! thank you so much to @the-paladin-gay and @lunaqstar for organising all of us <33

first prompt was "tyler and josh", so i decided to gif some parts of my favourite clancy music video... with some handmade additions of course :D

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Wednesday, January 31, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: SHATTERED GLASS: A WNBPA STORY (Tubi) THE UNBREAKABLE TATIANA SUAREZ (HBO Canada) 9:00pm FEUD: CAPOTE VS. THE SWANS (FX Canada) 10:00pm

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA ASSASSINATION NATION

DISNEY + STAR CHOIR (all episodes) MICKEY MOUSE FUNHOUSE (Season 2) MARVEL STUDIOS ASSEMBLED: THE MAKING OF ECHO

NETFLIX CANADA ALEXANDER THE GREAT (GB) BABY BANDITO (CL) THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS: FOUR KNIGHTS OF THE APOCALYPSE: PART 1 (JP) WIL (BE)

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:00pm: Sens vs. Red Wings (SN) 10:30pm: Sharks vs. Ducks

NBA BASKETBALL (SN1) 8:00pm: Nuggets vs. Thunder (TSN3/TSN5) 8:30pm: Suns vs. Nets

THE OTHER SIDE (APTN) 7:30pm: The Yates Building in Victoria, B.C., is haunted by something sinister from its infamous past - even the ghosts that are stuck there are afraid. What scares the team on the first night also moves them to tears on the second.

WILD CARDS (CBC) 8:00pm: After a surfer gets shot and washes up on the beach, Ellis goes under cover and Max puts on her detective hat to unravel a criminal plot worthy of Hitchcock.

SPIRIT TALKER (APTN) 8:00pm: At Sts'ailes First Nation, Shawn immerses himself in the culture with the guidance of cultural tourism host Ryan Charlie, who introduces him to the mesmerizing Sasquatch Dancers.

ANT-MAN AND THE WASP (CTV) 8:00pm: Approached by Hope van Dyne and Dr. Hank Pym, Scott Lang once again dons the Ant-Man suit to fight alongside the Wasp. The mission soon leads to secret revelations from the past as the duo finds itself in an epic battle against a powerful enemy.

D.I. RAY (CBC) 9:00pm: Rachita makes a shocking discovery which has a huge impact on both her investigation and her personal life.

RED EARTH UNCOVERED (APTN) 9:00pm: Doc guides Hayley to Kamloops, a city famed for encounters with merfolk in its lakes and rivers. On her way, Hayley stops at the Banff Trading Post to see an encased merman.

LATE BLOOMER (Crave) 9:00pm/9:30pm

LANDS ENCHANTED (APTN) 9:30pm: Discover the fusion of spirituality and art as Cree Blackfoot artist Mitchell Poundmaker visits Iniskim Umaapi, a medicine wheel in Siksika First Nation. Accompanied by Blackfoot Knowledge Keeper Kent Ayoungman, Mitchell shares some of his inspiring artwork.

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*In SpongeBob’s voice* 🧽Hi. How are ya?🧽

The amount of joy that surged through my body when I saw that the sponge was yellow is indescribable. Anyways, hi. What up? It’s me 💛, back at it again with another request! You went above and beyond with the last Torchbearer story btw! Like, honestly, novel worthy in my eyes. It was so good and the ANGST!!! And I like the cliffhanger ending. Gives you places to go if you so choose, but also can keep it just as a one part story and the reader can sort of extrapolate what happens next.

So, I come to you with a new request. It’s Josh (Josh-Josh this time. Not one of his incredibly neglected lore characters. Have no fear). Idk if this is too similar to something else you have written (disregard if it is), but I was wondering if you could write a fluffy one shot about the first time Josh introduces the reader (his girlfriend) to Tyler and Tyler makes it his mission to bring up any embarrassing story about Josh that he can just to mess with him. Josh gets all flustered and stuff, but the reader loves it. Idk. I just feel like Tyler would do something like that.

Tease - Josh Dun x Reader

Relationship: Josh × Reader + Tyler!!

Warnings: none - fluff

Word Count: 1056

A/N: HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!! I'm using it for bandito battle bc I love how it shows off their friendship and it's nice a short!

Josh had been raving about Tyler since the day we met and for a while I thought they were dating. He thought it was a good idea to disregard the fact Tyler had been married for a year and describe him as ‘handsome, talented, and the coolest person he’d ever met’. It wasn’t until we hung out at a local park that he confessed he liked me. I admitted I thought he was gay–let’s just say that was a fun conversation. We’d been dating for about a month when he deemed me worthy of meeting his lord and savior Tyler Joseph. We’d agreed to meet at a diner close to our house–some fake 50s themed place which Josh claimed had the best milkshakes despite the fact I was severely lactose intolerant. Josh had been jittery all day about this meeting. I caught him pacing in the kitchen at least three times, mumbling things like, “What if he says something stupid?” and “Maybe I should cancel.” But I reassured him with every step, telling him Tyler was probably just as excited to meet me as I was to meet him. We walked into the diner, the bell above the door chiming, and there he was—Tyler Joseph in the flesh, sitting in a booth with his arm draped over the backrest like he owned the place. He glanced up from the menu, a smirk already forming when he saw us approaching.

“Josh! Dude, finally!” Tyler stood and gave Josh a bro hug, patting him on the back with a little too much force. Then he turned to me, his smile widening. “You must be the famous girlfriend.”

I laughed. “Famous, huh? He’s been talking me up?”

“Non-stop,” Tyler replied, sliding back into the booth. 

“I’m assuming he’s told you I thought you two were dating?” I chuckled.

“Yup,” he laughed, “But don’t worry, I’ve got some even more embarrassing stories about him.”

Josh groaned, sitting beside me. “Ty, please, not today.”

Tyler gave him a mischievous look. “Remember that time at the festival, Josh? You were supposed to hop on our tour bus, but you got on the wrong one and ended up at a completely different venue. Man, that was priceless. We didn't even know you were missing until you sent that frantic text from some random band’s bus.”

I giggled, looking at Josh, who was already turning red. “Seriously?”

“It wasn’t that bad…” Josh muttered, avoiding eye contact.

“Oh, yes it was. You should’ve seen the look on his face when he realized. And have you seen that video of him in a blonde wig? He made it with some old friends on iMovie.” Tyler leaned in conspiratorially, eyes gleaming. 

“He didn’t.” I burst out laughing at that. “A blonde wig? Really?”

Josh buried his face in his hands, clearly embarrassed but smiling underneath it all. “Tyler, you’re killing me here.”

Tyler just grinned wider. “Hey, she needs to know the full Josh Dun experience.” Then he shot me a wink. “Trust me, it’s worth it.”

I could feel Josh squirming beside me, half-laughing, half-pleading with Tyler to stop. But the teasing wasn’t over yet.

Tyler leaned back, tapping his chin as if deep in thought. “Oh! How could I forget? The YouTube Bible readings! Have you seen them?”

Josh groaned louder this time, his head falling back against the booth in defeat. “No, Tyler, don’t.”

“What?” Tyler asked, feigning innocence. “I think they’re inspirational. You looked so serious, man, like you were auditioning for a role in a biblical drama. And that shaky camera work? A true classic.”

Josh peeked at me through his fingers, his face practically glowing red. “I swear they were for a good cause.”

I laughed, patting his arm. “I bet they were. We’ll have to check those out on movie night.”

Tyler’s grin turned devilish as he added, “I’ll send you the links. Honestly, it’s prime content.”

Josh let out a loud, exaggerated sigh, trying to hide his smile behind his hand. “Why did I bring you here again?”

“Because I’m your best friend and you love me,” Tyler said, not missing a beat. He took a sip from his milkshake, watching us with amusement. “You know, you got yourself a good one here,” he continued, looking at me now. “Josh has been over the moon since you guys started dating.”

Josh looked up, his cheeks still a bit pink, but his expression softened. “Well, I’m pretty lucky too.”

Tyler made a gagging motion. “Ugh, gross. But sweet. I’ll allow it.” He glanced at me again, a playful glint in his eyes. “Just make sure you remind him every now and then that he’s a dork, okay?”

I grinned. “Oh, don’t worry. I think I’ve got that covered.”

Josh chuckled, finally relaxing a bit as he reached for my hand under the table. “Yeah, she definitely does.”

Tyler clapped his hands together dramatically. “Alright, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s order some food.”

The rest of the night was filled with more jokes, teasing, and stories—this time with Josh doing his fair share of dishing it back to Tyler. But even through the laughter and light-hearted banter, I could see how much they cared for each other. Tyler's endless teasing was more than just poking fun at Josh—it was a way of showing just how close they were, how deep their bond went.

As we left the diner, Josh laced his fingers with mine, a soft smile playing on his lips. “That wasn’t so bad, right?”

I squeezed his hand. “Not bad at all. Actually, I think I love you a little more now.”

Josh raised an eyebrow, his smile growing. “Because Tyler embarrassed me?”

“Exactly.”

He shook his head, laughing as we headed toward the car. “Great. Remind me never to let you two gang up on me again.”

“No promises,” I said with a grin.

Tyler called out behind us, “Next time, I’ll bring the blonde wig and we can make a part two to that movie!”

Josh groaned, but I could tell he was happy. And as we drove home, I knew I’d just witnessed something special—this crazy, hilarious, wonderful friendship between two guys who would always have each other’s backs, no matter how many embarrassing stories they dragged up along the way.

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Spookyface - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: Crazy fan art

Word Count: 1110

A/N: Bandito battle prompt 3! Not gonna lie, this one was so much harder than prompt 2 bc I don't really write Joshler so it took me a while to figure out what I was gonna do. But I think I pulled through – despite it being shorter. Enjoy!!

Every morning when I woke up I scrolled through my social media. Instagram, Tik Tok, and Twitter (because no one ever calls it X), no matter what platform I loved being tagged in things the fans made and posted. Except this morning I’d been tagged in a particular piece of fan art that caught my eye.

“Uh Tyler what is this?” I pushed my phone into his face. We’d decided to sleep in that morning, wrapped in between the soft sheets of our bed. The late night out we’d enjoyed had completely drained us. Unsurprisingly I’d woken up entangled between Tyler and the wall of pillows I’d built in the middle of the night. 

“Huh?” He rolled over to face me, taking the glowing phone from my hand and bringing it closer to his tired face. “What the–” 

The drawing flashed into his eyes. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the ridiculousness of Tyler’s Blurryface character, his signature red beanie perched on his head, locking lips with Josh’s alter ego, Spooky Jim, who was sporting his unnerving red eye makeup. Tyler’s finger guns added a layer of ridiculousness that made the whole thing more bizarre and funny. My initial shock was quickly replaced by laughter, though, as I processed what I was actually seeing. 

“Wait, I've seen this before,” he passed the phone back to me, laughing to himself. 

“Sorry what?” My brows furrowed as I chuckled, almost in denial. 

“Yeah the fans were super into this ship between Blurryface and Spooky Jim back in the day. This piece of fan art was really popular so we saw it all over social media, I guess it’s trending again.”

It wasn’t the first time fan art had left me speechless, but this one was a whole new level of absurdity. 

“Fans shipped Blurryface and Spooky Jim? Seriously?!” I couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled up.

Tyler shrugged, still chuckling as he stretched his arms, yawning lazily. “Yeah, you’d be surprised what they come up with. It’s been happening since we started.”

I sat up in bed, crossing my legs beneath me, still holding the phone and staring at the image. It wasn’t the art itself that was unsettling—actually, the quality of it was impressive. The lines were clean, and the shading gave a certain depth to the figures. It was more the concept. 

“Okay, but finger guns? Really?” I snorted, shaking my head. “You’re not that bold.”

Tyler propped himself up on one elbow, grinning as he rubbed his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

I rolled my eyes. “Come on, there’s no way you would ever be doing finger guns while making out with someone.”

“Absolutely I would,” he said with mock seriousness, giving me a playful smile.

We both dissolved into laughter, and I fell back onto the pillows. It was so absurd, but it was also kind of sweet in a strange way. The fans had always been imaginative, but this took it to a new level.

“Do you remember the first time you saw something like this?” I asked as I wiped a tear from my eye, still giggling.

Tyler raised his eyebrows, thinking for a moment. “Oh yeah, it was ages ago. One of the first pieces of fanart we ever saw was of me as Blurryface, like, in the Stressed Out video and Josh was playing drums in the background. It was crazy good. But hey, the fans love it. They’re super creative.”

I nodded, remembering the countless times we had come across these little gems online. It was flattering in a way. The fans cared enough about Tyler and Josh's creations to build entire narratives around them. Still, seeing them depicted as romantic interests was a curveball I hadn't expected this morning.

“Should we… post about this?” I asked, holding the phone up. “Maybe the artist would love that.”

Tyler shrugged again, a smirk playing on his lips. “If you want to fuel the fire, sure. People love it when we acknowledge this stuff, especially the weird ones.”

I grinned, mischievous thoughts swirling. “Oh, I’m definitely fueling the fire.”

I opened Twitter, found the tweet where I’d been tagged, and hit repost.

“Oh no, what are you doing?” Tyler said, watching me over my shoulder.

“Reposting it,” I laughed, typing in a caption. ‘According to Tyler he hasn’t seen this in a while 😂’

Within minutes, the notifications started pouring in. The tweet was being liked, shared, and commented on at lightning speed. The fan base was having a collective meltdown, and I couldn’t help but smile at how excited they were. The artist themselves replied, clearly thrilled that we’d noticed their work, even if we were poking fun at it.

Tyler glanced at the chaos unfolding on my screen and chuckled. “Oh, they’re gonna be talking about this for weeks.”

“Good,” I said, grinning. “It’s fun to interact with them like this. Plus, it’s harmless.”

Tyler nodded in agreement, though I could see the gears turning in his head. He was always thinking about how to connect with the fans in unique ways. We spent the rest of the morning scrolling through the responses, occasionally reading some of the funnier comments out loud to each other.

“Okay, look at this one,” I said, stifling a laugh. “‘Blurryface and Spooky Jim confirmed endgame.” Tyler grinned. 

As the morning passed, it became clear that this little interaction had made the fans' day. More fan art started popping up—some of it equally ridiculous, some of it beautifully serious. There were drawings of Blurryface and Spooky Jim doing everything from solving crimes to baking cakes. Each one was more absurd than the last, and it was hilarious. At one point, I looked over at Tyler, who was lying beside me, scrolling through his own feed now. His smile was soft, almost nostalgic. I could tell he was thinking about how far they'd come—from playing tiny venues to this global fandom that cared enough to create entire worlds around their music.

“You ever think about how weird it is?” I asked quietly.

He glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“That all these people feel so connected to you guys that they create stuff like this? Like, it's not just about the music anymore. It's about the stories they build around it.”

Tyler thought for a moment, then nodded. “It’s also kinda beautiful, you know? It means we’ve created something that resonates with them on a deeper level. And if that means Blurryface and Spooky Jim making out, then... I guess that’s just part of the deal.”

I laughed, nodding. “Yeah, I guess so.”

//

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Hello I’m here to submit an attack

And there goes an attack from the Vultures!

amazing work as always ink, keep it up >:]

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First BANDITO BATTLE piece is probably gonna come tomorrow! It was requested so can’t wait to write it! It definitely fits the prompt “Tyler and Josh” hehe

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Prompt 6 is out (thank you @the-paladin-gay <3) the deadlines on Monday afternoon and the prompt is; music video (Choose your favorite scene from one)

@oldiesstationlover11607 I know you're working on prompt 5 right? Keep it up don't worry about it! <3

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Yo prompt 5 😎

Prompt: the bishops

Do what you'd like 👍

Have fun banditos! Another post coming up likely today or tommorow since we're halfway though this event