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The Butcher doesn't know how long they've been stuck down here, but the things they've done never leave their brain. Luckily, they have some hope about changing atleast one of these Toy's fates.
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You want a tally by spooky_izzy
Fandoms: Twenty One Pilots, Trench - Twenty One Pilots (Album)
07 Apr 2026
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Torchbearer self-harms. He and Clancy talk about it. It's sweet.
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The Torchbearer had always been one for rituals. Anyone who knew him could tell you that he was a man of habit.
His entire existence, he had played the same role, guiding his Clancy’s and fighting to save them from their inevitable fate. He’d always been able to handle it, always tried again, never let despair get to him.
But something about his Clancy now… he was different.Series
- Part 15 of Clancybearer comfort
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you're gonna watch me ascend by secondbreakfastwizard for justpent
Fandoms: Sleep Token (Band)
16 Mar 2026
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After years of serving as a vessel of Sleep, Vessel's body is about to give out. So the only option left for him is to try and ascend, a process that makes you relive all your darkest moments and thoughts. Luckily, he doesn't have to do so alone.
Inspired by a fanart by justpentdraws on tumblr (linked in the notes)Bookmarked by Mythrite
18 Mar 2026
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The whole day, a stubborn image kept fading in and out of his mind, along with a heavy, sluggish feeling in his rib cage.
Someone holding someone else. That someone being small, safe, held.
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Vessel has had a hard week and desperately needs some time in Little space. He’s always struggled with the shame and embarrassment of it all, but luckily he’s got II to help guide and reassure him.
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09 Mar 2026
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my heart ))): i love these types of fics so much )):
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III’s body reacted before his brain could catch up. His hand finding Vessel’s chest almost automatically, then sliding down to his side, fingertips dragging over ribs, waist, hip.
A silent worship of the perfect figure above him.
Vessel’s hand came up to III’s mask, fingers hooking under the edge near his jaw. Fingers warm, slightly damp with sweat, and they tugged at the mask—pulling him closer, tilting his face up.
III moved his fingers fast in an inviting gesture towards Vessel; come on, bastard, come closer, lay on me, take me, devour me for all I care.
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In which Sleep places changes on Her vessels, and the daily lives that follow them.
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28 Feb 2026
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He could never get away. Right when he thought he’d slipped out of its reach, its arms would wrap around him with a vice grip and drag him into the murky depths. Sleep.
Or, II has narcolepsy. He lives his days mindlessly, drifting between imagination and reality, until his life is saved one night by a mysterious stranger. He knows nothing about the stranger, but there is one thing he knows for certain: he never wants to let go.
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“Hey, love.” Blue eyes and a warm smile find him. “How was your day?”
Vessel just walks into the room and into arms that lift after a too-long silence from him and holds on.
His voice is muffled by II’s shirt. “Not good.”
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Vessel has a bad day.
He doesn’t know how to have a bad day.
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Vessel is an alley cat who manages to bribe a human into bringing him home and feeding him.
He’s not staying, though...
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Vessel has finally begun to find peace again after a traumatic few years. He has moved to a new city and is content with the uneventful life he has made for himself working at Eden's Cafe and Bakery. However, this is disrupted once a new regular starts popping into the cafe, and Vessel needs to decide if he is ready to leave his quiet life behind and allow himself to fall in love again.
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- Part 1 of And Just Like the Rain...
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Sleep brings an omega to the house one evening, frail and blood-spattered with wide blue eyes.
III tumbles down the porch steps, lets Sleep curl happily around his shoulders, and pumps out calming pheromones toward the shivering man.
The man jolts back as III comes closer, and III croons at him lowly, and tells him he’s safe here.
The man watches him fearfully.
“We weren’t expecting you,” III says. “Sorry, so sorry.”
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11 Jan 2026
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might bite right through your lens by harlequinbride (dahliadearest)
Fandoms: Ghost (Sweden Band), Sleep Token (Band)
12 Oct 2025
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two masked (questionably) metal singers encounter each other at a photo studio.
AKA: The lead singers of Ghost and Sleep Token meet, and have fun on a photo set together.
based on this photo shoot with perpetua and this photo shoot with vessel
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Jack Chesney was in love with his roommate, Charles Wykeham. Jack knew this was unacceptable in high society, and had to move on.
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05 Jan 2026
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It had been over nine months since the breakup, and Vessel was over it. Over the darkness that had orbited the both of them for years and years. Over what had happened at the end of the year. Over how he'd nearly lost everything; his job, his friendship, his sanity. This wouldn't be a rebound, but a reset.
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- Part 1 of Violence of Grief
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Just Some Tea (if it's not too much trouble) by PurpleGhostie for ifthatsyouwhatdoesthatmakeme
Fandoms: Sleep Token (Band)
24 Dec 2025
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Vessel wakes up sick as a dog.
They're leaving for vacation in four hours.
And now his heart is breaking in a burst of coughing.OR:
The band has winter holiday plans. Vessel has a cold.
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𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚢. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢.
𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸… 𝙸 𝚊𝚖…
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The original worshipper of Sleep. The one who pioneered research on the occult. A devout devotee; That's who you were.
Having spent the majority of your life worshipping a near forgotten god, writing books on the occult, devoting your life, your livelihood, to worship Her was all you knew how to do.
So how were you supposed to navigate the world when Her voice had gone quiet and the silence imposed? How are you supposed to feel when She discards you like a used toy, bored with your prayer? What were you to do without Her guidance, Her love?
And what will you do when you find Her new plaything, cracked at the soul and singing so beautifully?