Blurryface Stories

I am a citizen of Dema. I am an escapee. I have failed time and time again. I have never seen the world outside this city, but one day I hope to. One day I will. My friend Clancy is like me. He is a citizen of Dema. He is an escapee. He is an exception. He has seen the world outside these imposing walls. He tells me about these people he's seen. He hasn't been able to speak with them yet, but he gets closer with each escape. I'm going to ask him to take me the next time he goes. I want to see these people for myself. I want to know if we can survive outside of Dema. Because I want to live.

Clancy was born with the ability to talk to the dead. He was destined to become a bishop and he attended Dema's most elite academy of magic, where Josh was a servant. Clancy has to learn how to manage his powers, make the voices of the ghosts go quiet when they're too much, and fulfil his destiny. Josh just wants to make money to help his sick father. Soon, Clancy falls in love with the pretty red haired servant, but relationships are forbidden for students like him. Especially with a servant. But when has he ever followed the rules? - - - This is a Clancybearer fic but I've put my own twist on it so it's not 100% lore accurate, but I'm really proud of this one and I really hope you guys like it! Cover art is done by me but the photos are from the Clancy digital remains. If you like it please vote it really motivates me :) Enjoy reading <3 - Vic

(I apologize if the layout doesn't always look the same, I copy it from my docs and sometimes it doesn't paste the same) After being discharged from a mental institution for reasons no one in town fully understands, Tyler Joseph returns to a world that feels colder, smaller, and wired against him. Rumors follow him like shadows-twisted, violent stories whispered behind closed doors. Everyone stares. No one asks. His mind, loud with ADHD and unprocessed rage, simmers under a fragile surface. Josh Dun comes from a weathy family with a perfect image to uphold. He is planning the ultimate party-an act of rebellion against his pristine family and everything he's expected to be. He has no idea Tyler exists, but when their worlds collide in a night soaked in chaos, blood, and broken glass, something unhinged ignites between them. Tyler doesn't want to be the monster they all believe he is. But when the noise becomes too much and the crowd turns against him, he breaks-and Josh finds himself captivated, not repulsed, by the destruction he witnesses.

Kalana Mayes isn't special. She works at a music store in a small town in Ohio. And that job is her life. All day, every day. Stacking CD's, selling CD's and helping people find things in the store. However, when her shift is over, she likes to retire to the recording studio in the back. Where she spends all her free time recording covers of Twenty Øne Piløts songs. Kalana's only dream, is to see them in concert. The band that motivates her to get up in the morning. The band that gave her life again. But she gets so much more than she bargained for when Tyler Joseph follows her back on Twitter, and a friendship slowly develops. ||Warning - There may be a little bit of triggering content, concerning depression. Nothing too horrible though.||

I watched, flinching as one of the Bishops, the one that goes by Nico, grabbed him by the throat and lifted him in the air. He struggled, kicking and clawing, doing anything to get free. Nothing worked. I tried to look away as blackness seeped from Nico's dark hand and curled around the man's throat, but I couldn't. Once the darkness covered his throat, the Bishop dropped him. He landed hard on his knees, heaving, desperately trying to get air back into his lungs. Then Nico grabbed him by the wrists and proceeded to turn his hands black, just like his throat. Tears fell from my eyes as the fight almost immediately drifted from the new comers eyes. Nico smiled at him, "Welcome to Dema."

"'We're not machines, not here.' He said, turning back, his torch the only light source in the pitch black valley. 'Then what are we, Josh?' Tyler asked, the silence echoing between them. 'Whatever we want to be.'" - Overdue Trench story, hope you like this ||-//

"when do you go to sleep?" . . "oh, i dont" . . joshler

21 year old Aria was alone. With nobody to help her it seems all hope is lost. That is until her next door neighbour, Tyler Joseph shows an interest in her messed up mind, and wants to help her get through these troubling times. After she discovers her mother has died she goes to the funeral with Tyler, Then things take a toll for the worst... Dedicated to TØP and the clique.

He's the love of her life. She's his entire universe. Their life together is a dream come true. But, in nine months everything changes.

•My name's Blurryface and I care what you think• Tyler is trying to save himself from Blurryface. But that doesn't stop Blurryface from getting what he wants. TRIGGER WARNING(S) : mentions of self harm / self harm / attempted suicide / schizophrenia / near death

A woman: once full of compassion and discernment, is now over come with despair. She is the embodiment of her inner demons. She was a strong striving bandito, that is now a piercing blurryface. Her features are unclear and twisted. The sight of her could make anyone bleed with fear. Her eyes glow red, as she only sees brokenness, pain, and suffering : black and white. No color. Just Neon lights. Her one goal is to convert others into herself. She may reach the peak: a bishop. Ruler of sorrow. King of evil. The black marks on her skin cover every inch of her body, only leaving her face behind. No. She is no longer chained by the bishops, she is imprisoned by her own body. Her own thoughts have deceived her into a monstrous being. You must fight your way out of Dema. You must fight your way from yourself. You just need to wake up. But morning is when night is dead, how long before you lose your head? *Just any other Trench fanfic that I hope stands out to you and that you enjoy uwu *

TRIGGER WARNING - suicide, self-harm, allusions to eating disorder, depression, anxiety - please don't read if this could be harmful to you Not a romance I'm not trying to romanticize mental disorders, I know they are horrible and very difficult to deal with. Please don't think I'm in anyway trying to romanticize them. At some point one of my characters might say something that seems to romanticize them but I don't agree and that is my character's opinion not mine. Celeste convinces her cousin to take her to a twenty one pilots concert. While there she is called onstage to sing a song with Tyler. Later, she gets a call from Tyler and Josh asking if she'll co-write a song with them. There more to the story then just that but I don't want to put to many spoilers out there. Also, I probably won't be able to update regularly, especially with school and stuff, but I'll do my best. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, songs, or lyrics in my story.

tyler just wants josh to accept himself josh thinks it's wrong to accept himself 🕯 joshler lowercase intended updates randomly tw for heavy topics ©fellobandito 2021

Omar es el profesor de literatura de Juakim y todos sus compañeros de curso, el siente cierta atracción hacia su alumno y decide estar en un amor secreto con el. Al principio él se niega, pero luego empieza una historia de amor... Juakim también está enamorado de una chica de su clase, la cual siempre lo rechaza, y él nunca se da por vencido. ¿Se terminará enamorando de él?... ¡NO TE PIERDAS OMARKIM! -ahre alta descripcion xd- -blurryfacejoshler21-

After being framed for the murder of Joshua William Dun, the 'killer' was sent to prison. Not just any prison, he was sent to ARGUS, the prison for the worst of the worst for a murder he didn't commit. Being deemed a smart asset and large threat, Amanda Waller recruits this man by the alias of Blurryface for her suicide squad. Blurryface aka Tyler Joseph is now on this team doing missions he and this task force are assigned. While doing this he's trying to prove his innocence and find his best friends real killer.

So, first things first, this is a test, credit to my friend Josephine for giving me the impulse on this whole thing, i first wasn't sure but Im gonna die anyways so whatever. Second: I do not own most of the characters in this history I only their personality. Third: this sort of history is based on a dream mixed with how my life is, my habits, tendencies and thoughts. Fourth: the plot WILL contain suicidal thoughts/ dysphoric periods (self-harm, overdoses, and those things), sex(Explicit), Cuss and dysfunctional family and probably daddy issues (i think it all). If this gets views and all that shit I do not promise that I'll upload constantly, like I said before this is a test. hit that said enjoy and somehow have fun...i guess

Just a crack oneshot about Jumpsuit please don't take it seriously and tx for reading it, enjoy it please! And comment &lt;3

«His name is Blurryface, and he cares about what you think. They call her Crybaby, but she doesn't fucking care.» ©emptyusername- Started: 2.3.17 Finished: 2.3.17

"Don't go. Don't go back on stage."

Darkness follows Darien and his brother wherever they go. As their paths collide with a group of escapees from a local school with sinister roots, Darien's forced to face the past he's fought so desperately to cover up. { Written while listening to Trench by twenty one pilots. The feeling of Trench is my biggest inspiration for this story and I hope you all enjoy this. Every chapter is titled by the TOP song I think best fits the chapter. I want you all to find your inner strength to rally together and fight Dema, Blurryface, Satan, mental illness, whatever name you know it by. In Trench we're not alone. Stay alive for me. }