#joshler prompts

[trashthedragon]

joshler writing prompt!! josh pining head over heels for tyler who has. no idea lol

Okay here is my little Joshler blurb based on this ask! First one here we gooooo!

Camera's were flashing in front of them and Josh was sick. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this congested and worn down but it was the only day off they had in LA during their Takeover shows, and they had a photoshoot to do, and Josh didn't have time to be sick. Through the disgusting immunity shots, the steaming teas, the countless throat losenges, Tyler was next to him. Always cracking jokes and making the photoshoot bearable for Josh, in only the way Tyler knew how.

Tyler could make everything better. Simply by being in the same room as Josh, Josh felt like he was able to breathe better. Not physically, because of this stupid, shitty, cold, but still. It was that sense of peace. If it weren't for Tyler Josh wouldn't have made it through the entire day. It was the last set of shots that they were trying to get for the day. Josh had changed for the third or fourth time now, they were in their skeleton hoodies, and Josh was trying hard to keep his eyes opened even though all he wanted to do was sleep.

"Almost there" Ashley said to them from behind the camera as she set up the shots.

"We have to make sure we look as handsome as possible for these last shots" Tyler teased to Josh. "Not that you don't already look extremely handsome"

Josh bit back a smile, knowing the familiar joking tone in Tyler's voice. Always joking, always relaxed, always comfortable with his compliments to Josh. The same compliments that froze Josh in his track. The compliments that he would repeat to himself each night before he fell asleep, because God he was helplessly and totally in love with his best friend and Tyler had no idea.

It was a miracle that Tyler had spent the last ten years of their friendship and working relationship unaware of it. Sometimes Josh wondered if he didn't willingly turn a blind eye for Josh's sake, so as not to embarrass him.

"Alright, just about ready boys, thanks for your patience" Ashley said.

Josh felt Tyler's eyes rake over him once from where he was standing next to him and then, a moment later, he had reached across to Josh. He saw Tyler's hands, smudged black with the make up, cross in front of him, hovering above his right ear.

"You've got some stray hairs or something here..." Tyler said to him as Josh stood still in front of him, afraid to breathe, afraid to disturb the moment of Josh looking so closely at him, so close to his face. "Dude you're shedding so bad!" Tyler laughed, and he felt his fingers connect in Josh's hair.

"This one is definitely not attached..this one is...not..." Tyler softly pulled stray curls from above Josh's ear and he thought he might pass out. Ashley had started taking pictures, Mark was filming, this moment would be recorded forever and all Josh could do was stand, frozen, and try not to cry at the sweetness of Tyler's soft touch.

"This one...is...attached!" Tyler said through a huge grin. Josh felt tyler's pinky finger brush over his forehead softly as he told Josh "Make a wish!"

Josh wished for the same thing he always wished for.

Taken from this moment from the takeover tour series: episode 4 that I think of way too often.

[teeentyonepilots]

for your joshler prompts: how about some emotional hurt/comfort about settling into fast moving tour life (maybe + jim/how family plays into that, or tyler's "it's intense" comment in the new webseries episode)?

if that sparks any inspiration in you :) i hope you have a good birthday week!

(Thank you for sending!! Always love some emotional comfort)

The starting of a tour at the beginning of an era marked the transition between dreams and plans into actuality. Tyler spent the quiet times at home contemplating every idea and whim that crossed his brain to envision if it was possible. Josh would help him rein in his more elaborate proposals to create something doable.

Carrying it out was agonizing. So many moving parts and crew and crowd to wrangle. Tyler found he loved commanding attention and direction. He reveled in the challenge. Their shows have always been and will be epic.

But in the quiet times late at night after rehearsals or those first couple of shows, his brain raced through all the details. Everywhere that went wrong. He’d try to close his eyes and then his lids would project everything in fast forward. Not coherent to productively change or improve, just rattling doubts and criticism.

He wasn’t sleeping. Couldn’t sleep. Dark circles under his eyes growing each night and Tyler ignored it.

But Josh noticed. He was used to this routine every tour. Waiting to see if Tyler figured it out or he needed to step in. All it took was for Tyler to snap over something completely inconsequential, storming around alone in his dressing room, for Josh to spring into action.

“Hey,” was all Josh needed to say for Tyler to deflate and lose steam.

“Hey yourself,” though Tyler didn’t have any venom left.

“C’mere.” Josh opened his arms and Tyler walked in them, exhaling as if he’d been holding his breath for a month. Josh walked them backwards to the couch, Tyler letting himself be directed, giving up control. Words weren’t needed between them. It didn’t happen often, but it wasn’t the first time.

The couch was too small to fully stretch out, but it didn’t matter when Tyler could finally start to crash. His head finding a home in Josh’s lap, his fingers scratching and massaging his aching and exhausted skull.

“Don’t know why I can’t shake it this tour. It’s too… too much, too intense. I want it to be so good.”

Josh hummed and kept pace with his fingers. “You’re doing so good. You’ve put so much into everything. It’s okay to rest.”

Tyler’s brain was blissfully empty, finally. Only the rise and fall of his breath, Josh’s hand in his hair, and his warm thigh under his cheek. It was just going to be a short nap. That would give him enough energy for the show, and carry him through. Maybe he’d ask Josh to do this again later, helping him fall asleep for a full night. But for now, just a little nap.

[pennylunfersqueak]

is anyone going to make a twenty one pilots inspired inktober prompt list? I WANT IT

alternatively does anyone want to collab and make it together

[tylerssblurry]

imma go to bee feel free to send me asks abt anything:3

[bathtimeboy]

what would be your ideal joshler fic prompt/prompts? :3c

I have a ton of random ideas. Some are vague and some are specific, idk if they count as prompts.

prompts/ ideas

I'd like to explore or see someone explore on the idea that Josh gets along with everybody but Tyler only gets along with a few people at a time.

I like LGBT self discovery fics. like internalized homophobia stuff turning into confessing to each other. Or gender discovery. I know that's not popular with some people but it's my thing I guess, when the homophobia's not too triggering.

Tyler being nonbinary/trans. Having different pronouns.

I've read a few good fics about either Josh or Tyler being women, or both and what differences that makes. Like, Tyler shaving her head gets a different reaction when a woman does it ya feel.

Stuff themed around religion or cults. Bonus points for sexuality or romance as a spiritual event.

(note I remember a very old fic about Tyler being a pentacostal preacher at an Appalachian snake church. (the churches that handle venomous snakes in worship). It was unfinished but I still adore the concept.)

Song fics, like based around a song, or the writing of that song.

Josh and Tyler's ambitious natures.

Tyler's competitive nature. That he hates losing more than he loves winning.

Generally, fics about touring or performances.

Fics about their feelings towards fans and that relationship.

Regional at Best / Early Days !!!!! Especially early romantic stuff. The whole concept of the early band is so romantic.

Or, fics about an established relationship that they've had since RAB and how that fits in their lives now.

I tend towards poly fics where they're still with their wives as well as each other. I like the idea that they are partners in a different sense.

nsfw:

Tyler being in control.

Josh being. josh. sexy, passionate, romantic. I think he gives good head. I feel like Josh could still do things that surprise Tyler by how loving he is.

Alternatively, Tyler submissive. Like knowing what we know about Tyler and how he acts commanding and dominant, in what situations would he desire to submit?

If Josh is domming then I like him guiding and caring - like it's an act of service to him and service is an act of love.

Tyler showing off sexually, being desired, being slutty and playful.

Josh being a puppy/pet.

[kiitchensiink]

blurry is not all teeth and claws, esp with Tyler. Blur lures him in with the softest touches. Perhaps while Tyler is solo. He doesn’t even notice that it’s Blur. It’s fingers ghosting across his chest, tracing his lips, breath against his neck…and while Ty’s greyed out from lust, at his weakest, Blur just pins him down with an iron grip.

I've literally been thinking about this ask all day bc it's so unbelievably good omfg

Ty's expression all fucked out n hazed over... Thinking his hands are just moving instinctively, totally unaware of Blurry slowly prowling closer within his psyche.

All he'd know is somehow the touches feel extra good, like they would coming from someone else toying with him,, his eyes rolling back as bliss thrums through his aching dick; Blurry would be very smug when he notices how much harder Tyler moans when he's taking control, touching him in ways only someone who could see Tyler's mind laid so bare could know.

and Tyler is just too caught up in how fucking good it feels, all of his senses overwhelmed with heat and desperation; his cock twice as sensitive as usual, and so plumped up inside his quivering grip he can barely jerk himself off without spasming in excitement. Each delicate moan fluttering from Tyler's breathless throat feeding into Blurry's narcissistic pride; Ty would never admit how hot this was if he was aware of Blurry's touch, but blurry doesn't need him to know... He knows those desperate whorish little moans are really for him.

And when it'll break Tyler's mind the most, that's when he'll force Tyler to face how much he loves it when Blurry makes him cum.

But he's not there yet. Tyler needs edging first. And Blurry is more than happy to tease Tyler's pulsing cock right on the precipice; Tyler's lower tummy tying itself in knots as his cock just refuses to cum. Blurry brushes his fingertips over it to make his insides squirm even more.

He's whining softly, more and more desperate with every breathless bounce of his hips. Tyler tries giving some extra love to the tip of his cock with his thumb, rubbing deep into the slit,, But even then the warm waves of pleasure just get more and more intense; Lust dripping off of his mind in thick waves, he's nearly drowning in it.

Blurry's touch moves in tandem, smearing precum across Tyler's mouth and tongue, purring as Ty mewls and licks it off hungrily.

Hot tears prickle Tylers eyes as his swollen dick is denied cumming again and again; His moans slowly turning into sobs of desperation. Blurry loves the sound, knowing Tylers mind has truly broken; All shame lost in the haze of the grey edges of desperate cummy bliss.

Only then does Blurry finally make himself known; Gripping Tyler's throat. Causing Tyler's vision to burst a blinding shade of red. The hand gripping Tyler's cock is no longer his own; Roughly pumping him up harder, slick with black ooze and wrapped around his shuddering cock with an expert grip.

Blurry's voice is gravelly and low, ordering Tyler to cum for him.

Tyler pleads Blurry's name with the fear and reverence of crying out to a god. Immediately, shamefully, gushing thick ropes of sticky cum into a high arc... Coating his thighs, his stomach, his chest. It's so thick, and so much, Tyler's mind slips out of reality for longer than he ever thought possible; Pure heat and bliss consuming him like a housefire, his cock throbbing bursts of mindfucking ecstacy even after there's nothing left inside him.

Blurry will never let Ty forget this.

[denwenai]

i had the longest art block so i asked for prompts on twitter. the first one i got was rab!joshler holding hands. aaand this is actually my first clique art (and i hope it's not the last)

[oldiesstationlover11607]

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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[optionalblue]

omg okay for joshler prompts i am an absolute sucker for a classic emo josh x basketball player tyler highschool au like those fics are my guilty pleasure I swearr😭😭

there’s a shortage of non 2016 highschool aus so seeing a revival would be sooo cool

omg so here’s the thing. With this one I want to be absolutely determined, I want to make a whole thing out of their AU selves and everything, so this one might take longer, but I’m keeping you in mind!!

[trashthedragon]

if ur still doing joshler prompts, may i suggest possessive tyler and flustered josh? :3

Eeeee I love possessive Ty!!! :)

Send me a Joshler prompt!

*This one is a bit SPICY and is considered explicit*

Tyler didn't like sharing Josh. He had never been good at it but he had also never really tried to. For the most part Tyler got what he wanted in Josh's time and attention. Josh was a dedicated best friend who would drop anything for Tyler if he asked for it.

But tonight Josh was supposed to be goin on a date. And Tyler didn't want him to. Josh hadn't been on a serious date since Tyler and him had gotten close and especially not since Tyler and Josh had crossed the bounds of friendship. The few times they had gone over that line it had been messy and confusing and rushed. Tyler's little jealousy problem had definitely gotten worse since those few muddled horny nights that Josh and him didn't speak about.

Tyler was laying across Josh's bed, staring up at the ceiling and throwing a hacky sack up and catching it again and again while Josh got ready for his date. He had tried on three different outfits and kept changing them out, asking for Tyler's opinion. He seemed nervous.

"I don't think you should go tonight," Tyler huffed when Josh changed for the fourth time and tugged at his shirt, messing with the curls in his hair to try and make them more pronounced.

Josh looked at Tyler through the mirror he was standing in front of, his brow furrowed.

"Why?" Josh asked. Tyler rolled his eyes, his head falling back against Josh's familiar bed as he threw the hacky sack up again.

"Because I don't want you to," Tyler said simply.

"Well," Josh said, and Tyler could hear a hint of irritation in his voice. "Just because you don't want me to doesn't mean that I'm just...not going to" Josh was trying to sound resolved, irritated, but Tyler could hear his resolve wavering already.

Tyler threw the hacky sack again, hard enough for it to touch the ceiling, and missed the catch. It bounced onto Josh's bed and Tyler sat up, looking over Josh.

"You never dress up for me like this," he pouted.

"You're not my girlfriend," Josh retorted.

"Neither is she," Tyler said back, raising his eyebrows.

Josh sighed and looked back in the mirror, fiddling with the collar of his shirt and frowning. "If you're not going to be helpful, you can go, Ty,"

Tyler didn't like to hear that either. He stood up from the bed and crossed the room to Josh. He reached up and started to fix Josh's collar for him, folding it down, brushing his fingers against the warmth of Josh's neck.

Through the reflection in the mirror, Tyler could see Josh's eyes flutter shut at Tyler's touch and he took the opportunity to lean forward, replacing his fingertips with his lips and kissing Josh on the neck, where his collar met his skin.

Josh let out a small breath but didn't tell him to stop, and Tyler didn't. He continued to plant warm, wet kisses over Josh's neck from where he stood behind him. His hands slid over Josh's shoulders and down over the front of his chest until he caught one of the buttons of Josh's shirt.

He got it undone and Josh's breath hitched harder.

"Ty, I'm going to be late," Josh's words came out as a heavy breath and Tyler could feel him shuddering as Tyler unclasped another button. It was more than they had ever done before outside of the curtain of darkness that seemed to keep what they did separate from reality. Tyler was blurring those lines now but he didn't care. He was sick of sharing Josh.

"Cancel it," Tyler said, surprised at his own demanding tone. He took Josh's shoulders and spun him around them, and Josh didn't fight it. He allowed Tyler to turn him so that they were facing each other, the first two buttons of Josh's shirt undone and showing the most delicious sliver of skin Tyler had ever seen. He immediately set to work unbuttoning the rest of Josh's shirt.

"Ty-" Josh started to say, but his voice came out as a weak little whimper. His cheeks were bright pink and he had sucked his bottom lip into his mouth in concentration. Tyler was doing exactly what he had set out to do.

"Cancel. It." Tyler repeated firmly. His hand slid down Josh's front, undoing the buttons until there were none left. Then his fingertips skimmed along the hem of Josh's jeans and to the front pocket where his phone was. He slipped his hand into Josh's pocket and pulled out his phone. Josh didn't try to stop him as he pulled up the girls messages, sent her a short text, and then tossed Josh's phone onto the bed.

"I don't think I like sharing you, Josh," Tyler breathed, trailing his fingertips back up Josh's stomach and then sliding the sleeves off of Josh, so he stood shirtless in front of Josh. Tyler noticed his hard nipples, the goosebumps covering his skin. He was a puddle in Tyler's hands already and Tyler loved it.

"Wh-what?" Josh asked, but Josh became much less verbal when Tyler sank to his knees in front of Josh and palmed him over the outline of Josh's cock on the skinny jeans. At the touch, Josh moaned and Tyler felt his fingertips brush the top of Tyler's head, needy.

"I don't like sharing you," Tyler repeasted, his eyes set on the button of Josh's jeans. He pulled the button through the finding and inched Josh's zipper down. "I want you to be mine. Not anyone else's,"

"Okay," Josh breathed as Tyler tugged Josh's jeans down. Tyler knew better than to expect any sort of coherent response from Josh when he was in this flustered state, he knew it might not mean anything tomorrow, but Tyler took it and ran with it.

He reached his hand into Josh's underwear and pulled out his dick, already tacky with precum. The feeling of Tyler's fingertips wrapping around Josh made him groan in anticipation.

"Tell me that you're mine," Tyler said to him, his hand moving slowly, shaft to tip and back the way that he had recently learned Josh liked.

"I'm - I'm yours, Ty. Oh fuck, I'm yours - " Josh gasped, and Tyler took Josh into his mouth.

As Josh fell apart at the feeling of Tyler's mouth and tongue, his words echoed in Tyler's mind. Mine, mine, mine.

I can't decide if I want to post this bad boy on AO3 or just keep it here. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I just love Joshler so damn much.

If you like my writing, check out my AO3!

[teeentyonepilots]

It’s my birthday week and I have free time to write. I want to get a new chapter of my trenchler fic but as a warmup, I am opening up the inbox for some prompts. Please send me some joshler prompts, and I’ll work on them over my special birthday brunch

[joshler-trash21]

hiii do u take joshler asks/prompts? :3c - kiitchensiink

yes!!! send em my way!! i love building off of ideas with other people, it’s so much fun :3

[bbluejoseph]

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[tylerssblurry]

If it wouldn't be too late to send you a fluffy Joshler (well, Trenchler in this case) prompt: May I please request Clancy and Torchbearer cuddling by the campfire, and just generally having a happy, peaceful moment together? I'd really appreciate it!

ITS NEVER TOO LATE!! always send me stuff i need to write more :) ill get on it and reblog this with the link when i post it

[w-riter-u-nknown]

Person A is a gang leader. 

Person B is part of the gang, but not really important.

A looks very casual - scuffed up boots, a shirt that hasn’t been washed in forever, a jacket that hasn’t ever seen anything but age and skinny jeans. If anything, you’d think he was the low ranking one.

B looks very much like a leader of a gang. Intimidating, wears dark colors, a sucker for aesthetic and a posture of a soldier. B is very awkward, however, and completely the opposite of their looks.

[kiitchensiink]

Try-not-to-read-this-blog-and-get-turned-on-while-in-public-today Challenge 😩

IMPOSSIBLE!!!!! Tyler pussy blast 👉💫💫💫💫