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Vessel has more than he could ever dream of. A successful business, a loyal congregation. Not one, but two partners who would do anything for him. So why does he feel so empty? And why does Sleep seem so unhappy?
Sleep doesn't need another vessel. It's too late for him, too late for his pack, but it's not too late for the one She wants to claim.
Vessel will make sure of it.
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A/B/O coffee shop AU with a sprinkling of cult stuff, anyone?
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“I told you I’d change you,” Sleep sang. “You wanted power. I gave it. You wanted fame; it was all yours.”
The crowds, the fans, the mindless screaming for more. Vessel hadn’t imagined his life on the stage, had he? Or had all those followers, those come to listen and worship and sing alongside him, all been in his mind? A figment of a golden dream, while his reality was much, much quieter.
Who he used to be did not matter anymore. The change was upon him, and Vessel would never be the man he was before.
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Where Sleep turns Vessel into something other (non-human Vessel!), and you (Reader) happen to jog past him on one of your night runs.
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In a twisted, otherworldly realm, you wake up and stumbles upon Vessel, a mysterious masked creature bound by the deity Sleep.
Despite your differences, the two form a fragile bond as you navigate a bizarre landscape filled with pulsating plants and eerie silence. Plagued by fading memories and paranoia, you question Vessel's intentions, unsure whether he is protector or predator.
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IV doesn’t answer right away, but he does lift his head to look at Vessel, who sees that his eyes are shining with unshed tears. “I thought – shit,” he winces, then starts again. “With all the other changes, I thought Sleep had fixed this too, had gotten rid of it. He said he did. Fuck, I haven’t had to deal with this since before Sleep even found me.”
Vessel wakes up to IV in pain, he and the others try to help as best they can while they await answers from Sleep, and Sleep does his research to figure out why one of his gifts to IV has stopped working without warning.
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a collection of my nsfw sleep token fanart because im scared to post it on twitter
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- Part 2 of acePaceface fanarts
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Eden is constantly visited by an entity she doesn't understand and barely remembers when she wakes. Is it all a dream or is she really being visited in the middle of the night? What does he want, and more importantly why does he never speak?
NOTE: Please respect the privacy of the band's identities and do not discuss them here. Any physical descriptions are fictional, and any resemblance is a coincidence. I don't know what they look like and don't want to know, so please respect my wishes (and there's).
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Your eyes open clumsily, as if for the first time, and you find yourself lost somewhere you know you meant to be. You can't recall why you're here, how, or from which you came, but your bones hum with knowledge and the threads of your nerves lurch you towards a group of men you do not know. A group of men who do not want you. Every night is filled with dreams of their faces, of their touch, of their music, and a hunger grows deep in you to have these men for your own. But something else craves them, too, in a way so much more ancient it makes you cough up blood. Will you ever survive? Or are you a puppet for something greater than yourself?
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ftm reader/Sleep Token vessels || takes place in Arcadia :)-
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Go read it. Then thank me later.
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A dark gothic fantasy romance, set in an ancient town tormented by its Gods. This fictional work is inspired by the lore of Sleep Token. It follows Vessel and Eden as they both attempt to navigate through their haunting pasts. Eden was orphaned at a young age and is now missing her memories after waking in a graveyard, covered in blood, with no memory of how she got there. Vessel is an acolyte of Sleep, with a traumatic past. He is now forced to do the gruesome bidding of the God he detests.
(NO IDENTITIES!)OR
A spicy romantasy with Vessel as the MMC
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need to reread, forgot how we got where we are
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Eyes. Huge, ocean blue, gorgeous eyes.
And they're staring right at him. Into him. Through him.
Vessel feels seen. He feels witnessed. His thoughts surely laid bare to this stranger. The man knows his secrets. He knows what he's done, he knows, he knows—
Vessel's stomach drops right through his body and into the center of the earth. He desperately wishes to follow it. To disappear. But doing that would mean not seeing those eyes ever again. It would be tantamount to torture, condemning himself to starvation after only just glimpsing something so delicious.OR:
A story in which the vessels are all artists. There’s idiots in love. There’s a coffee shop. There’s a memory that none of them can quite hold onto. There may or may not be an old god trapped in a painting.
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Ch. 6
Poly artists miscommunicating and just a casual haunted painting the vibes are fantastic
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Alone, forgotten, and used. Vessel fights against sleep and their abuse. The pain and havoc that has been inflicted on his body and mind has left him broken. Vessel must realize that he is more than what sleep has made him. All he has are his friends. ii, iii, and ivy. His life lines. Together they must find a way to vanquish sleep and their control. They will bite through sleeps wires send them back to the sea to be swallowed, eaten alive and digested. Blood of a god is not as thick as they would like to believe. They will cut through it like a sulfuric acid through skin. Like Teeth of God through flesh. They will leave sleep with chemical burns that will burn through their very being and relinquish all of their worldly bounds. Vessel will crawl his way out of his watery grave, he will find Eden, even it kills him. But In truth, what is Eden but a gilded paradise?
(My silly little fic and passion project. I’ll try my best to post frequently.)
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Following a dubious lead from some travelling merchants in a blind attempt to save the man she loves, Merit leaves her home and seeks the aid of a mysterious and powerful Mage: one who has the ability to perform miracles. What she finds is not what she expected, and when the price of the miracle is merely six months of her own life lived with the Mage and his three apprentices in the crumbling sea-side manor where they live, the woman gathers her courage and agrees to the terms. As she lives alongside the strange and magic-touched men, she learns the lengths people might go to in an effort to protect the ones they care for, the price of devoting yourself to the wrong person, and what it might mean to love someone in the true way.
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A (very self indulgent) slow burn fantasy romance.
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gut wrenching in the worst ways possible. i think i cried like 6 times throughout this entire fanfic xx
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Two's life is full of constants that keep him at peace: the band, Vessel, Three, Ivy. That's all he could ever ask for. All he could ever have.
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Two finds out Vessel is a camboy. Bottled up feelings, longing, and stupidity — it all goes as well as can be expected.
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Sleep wants to be remembered.
Vessel just wishes to forget.
Will the singer’s new nightly pleasures bring him closer to Eden’s vices or will he be lost in agony forever?
As the band gets a new bassist, Vessel struggles to recall why III’s eyes look so familiar. And why is it getting harder to dissociate reality from dreams?
ORVessel needs a hug but keeps getting fucked. III also needs a hug but doesn’t get fucked enough. Ivy and the Espera become experts in the occult and II just loves to buy everyone chocolate.
>>> Finished work || Lore Easter Eggs Ahead || No real names used <<<
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Dream Token (Sleep Token's Vessel X Reader) !SMUT! by aricat7
Fandoms: Sleep Token (Band)
01 Jan 2024
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Vessel meets his soulmate, an opportunity granted to him by Sleep.
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"Vessel..." Sleep whispers in Vessel's mind, coiling around his body like a blanket of fog as he leans heavily against the bathroom counter. "Come on. Let's play." Images flicker in Vessel's mind's eye — ii's chest, covered in swirls of black ink and color, rippling above him. iii's long legs wrapped around Vessel's waist. iv's broad hands gripping his shoulders and his throat.
Vessel groans at the onslaught of memories — and he just can't help but laugh a little. Having access to the memories, to Vessel's dreams, is one thing... but to experience that? Them? To be the sole object of their desire — and all together, no less? Well. "That isn't going to go how you want it to, Sleep. But... fine. Let me make a call."
(Or: the one where Vessel lets Sleep possess him so He can get His world rocked by the numerals.)
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It feels wrong to shoot a man with no defense. It’s a mercy bullet. Release. No more pain, no more memories. Finger on the trigger. Hesitation. Blue eyes staring up at him, narrowing. Barrel pressed against the matted hair. Hesitation. Safety on.
III doesn't care. Even blood bags with light behind their eyes he still considers husks. It's easier that way. Easier to put them down like dogs. Fangs don't care. They toss humans aside like soda cans once they've had their fill. III would know.
He was one.
But why was this blood bag wearing a muzzle?
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At first, it was peaceful. The Vessel felt like he was floating, the outside world distant and quiet, his mind calm and empty.
He could not smell or see or hear where he was, reduced to nothing but sensation and the cloying, metallic taste in his mouth.
He absently remembered the emotions he’d felt before being where he was - fear, pain, anger - but, when he tried to put faces or names to anything specific, he struggled to do so. Eventually, he'd give up, as doing so only made him tired, his mind not capable of absorbing the complexities of a life beyond where he was. It didn’t feel like it mattered very much, anyways.
He curled in on himself, like an unborn fetus, floating in velvety abyss, and his memories were a distant hum in the back of his mind.
This was His promise. To become more than he once was. Nothing could hurt him here. Not anymore.
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Did... did he always have six limbs? No, that can't be right....
Or Vessel is transformed into something new, and his consorts are here to help him acclimate.
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- Part 2 of Ascension in Arcadia