#Inspired by Euclid - sleep token

[changewingwentz]

So give me the night..

the night the night…

If you travel far enough you’ll reach the place where rainbows will light the vast night sky

[aroonescape]

Do you remember me When the rain gathers?

[melit0n]

EUCLID ANALYSIS.

Told you guys it was coming, didn't I? I apologise that this has taken a bit longer than expected, my mental health hit me like a bullet train, but I do hope it's sufficient.

Part one -> You're already here!

Part two -> Line by line analysis part 1

Part three -> Line by line analysis part 2

Part four -> Musical/intrumental notes

Part five -> The Night in Sleep Token

Part six -> Conclusion

Please note this is a general analysis. Although I do go into theories, both my own and others, this is just general thoughts. Also note when I speak of Vessel, I mean Vessel as a character, not the person, unless I specifically state so.

Tagline: @rilllvri @a-s-levynn @fivewholeminutes @euclidsvessel @tonguetyd @moonchild-in-blue @kkarmatic @branches-in-a-flood

+ Some people were worried about spam liking/reblogging the last time I did one of these big analysis posts, and I want to say please don't worry about that! I get happy when I see the same users pop up liking and reblogging my work, because it means you're interested in this enough to go through the whole thing. Feel completely free to add your own thoughts, correct any errors I've made etc. As per usual, my DMs are completely open to anybody wanting to discuss ST <3

Let's start off with the basics. ‘Euclid’ is the anglicised version of the Greek name Eukleídes (Εὐκλείδης), mainly known via the ancient Greek mathematician Euclid of Alexandria, who is seen as the ‘father of geometry’, and most famous for his work on symmetry. Its general definition is something or someone who is renowned and or glorious (A) and the lesser known definition is something that is a copy of the same (B) (taken from Euclid’s ideas on symmetry), which we’ll come back to in a bit.

However, there is another Euclid in history that we’ll be referencing; Euclid of Megara. This Euclid, similar to our mathematician, was an ancient Greek Socratic (having been a pupil of Socrates) philosopher. I’ll be taking part of a text out of his Wikipedia article since his ideas have been explained thoroughly there.

(we'll be coming back to him soon)

First off, this is an incredibly interesting choice of name for a song. Outside of someone's maths and philosophy class, this name doesn't exist to most, so the fact it's been chosen at all is intriguing.

Vessel has shown time and time again he enjoys sometimes elaborate references in his art, an example being chemistry and biology in TPWBYT (most notable would probably be ‘Telomeres’), so, I think it would be easy to say that, whether it be a reference to Euclid the Mathematician or Euclid the philosopher, that said reference is understood and intended by Vessel.

So, let's start with our mathematician, shall we?

What I find interesting about Euclid of Alexandria is that his life and existence outside of his work on geometry is almost completely unknown. There's almost nothing known of him, as a person, other than where he spent half of his career (Alexandria; Egypt, hence his title), where he may have studied (Platonic academy) and a general idea of when he lived (around 300BC). What is known about this insanely famous man who created the foundations of symmetry is incredibly barebones. People take Euclid at face value for his work, just like Vessel (both as an artist, and a character).

Further, we, as listeners, don't have much of an understanding of who Vessel is other than being a mouthpiece of a deity known as Sleep, someone once human now grasping at the threads of humanity and someone sharing some of his struggles in life (both with Sleep and unknown people). Like Euclid, he is barebones, we take him at face value; a vessel. He is both a mouthpiece for Sleep, a mouthpiece for his own emotions (obviously) and a mouthpiece for us. His experiences transcend being just his, due to his anonymity, therefore allowing us to connect and express our own experiences. It's music for the sake of music; expression.

Now, having talked through Euclid as a person, it's time to talk about Euclid and his symmetry. Symmetry in shapes is 'reflections, rotations, translations, and combinations of these basic operations. Under an isometric transformation, a geometric object is said to be symmetric if, after transformation, the object is indistinguishable from the object before the transformation- a copy of the same’. So, of course, this means shapes like squares, rectangles, parallelograms and circles. Circles are a representation of infinity, wholeness, unity and loops. What does Euclid do? Loop itself (starts and ends with B major, which also happens to be the same chord that TNDNBTG starts with), and loops the three albums together, musically and lyrically.

Now, onto Euclid of Megara.

Euclid was born in Megara, Athens and was a follower of Socrates (sneaking into Athens to hear him speak, and he was also present during his death). He is most known for his philosophy that good is the knowledge of simply being and that the opposite of good does not exist, aka evil. The Good is described to be a perfect, eternal, and changeless Form, existing outside space and time. A form of Heaven without a God.

This idea could be linked lore-wise with Sleep Token; Sleep could, in a way, be The Good literally. Bliss. Further, with the idea that there is no actual opposite of good, then how can anything be bad? How can Sleep, as a deity, have bad intentions if there is no actual evil?

So far, with these two notable figures in mind, we can perceive Euclid as one of two ways (and there are more ways to come). Euclid can be seen as quite literally being a form of symmetry; a parallel that Vessel lays his life on because it brings all of the produced albums, all of his stories, together. Or, we can think of Euclid as Vessel. This brings me to @euclidsvessel's post on their theory on Euclid; what if Euclid was Vessel’s name before he became a vessel?

The theory that Euclid could be Vessel’s old name is not only extremely insightful, but very plausible as well. They explained their points very well in their original post, and I don't want to repeat what they’ve already said, so I do implore you to go read that! It's not detrimental to needing to understand this post, but I highly recommend it. Despite this, I am here to both support their argument and bring my own comparison. Take a look at the cover art for Euclid:

Let me repeat the lesser-known definition of Euclid; a copy of the same. A clone. A replacement. Held in the right hand is the decapitated head of Vessel's old (2nd gen.) mask. Specifically, the one that covers his mouth; the version that relinquishes the most amount of humanity. The album art is a representation of change portrayed in a symbolically gory way. Beheading, depending on the era you’re working from, symbolises both vengeance as well as a form of purification. By cutting off the head, you remove any ‘unholy’ thoughts. It's also among one of the most horrific and humiliating ways of killing someone (since it was typically done publicly, and sometimes the heads were placed on spikes of battlements as a warning).

Furthermore, there's a theory that's popped up a couple of times, lore-wise, that Vessel is not the first person to be turned into a vessel of Sleep, and he certainly won't be the last. So, considering the literal album art illustrates a replacement of Vessel, I’d say that theory is pretty much confirmed. In conclusion, the album art can either be interpreted as how Vessel will eventually be discarded and replaced by another vessel, or how Vessel himself will change, for better or for worse; clawing out of his own skin to become “someone new”.

So, to compare the idea of Euclid being Vessel’s old name, and to create the third perception of what or rather, who, Euclid is, what if Euclid will be the eventual replacement for Vessel?

[vampire-chokehold]

[waldgeister]

..give me one sign - German Fields - Nov. 2k22 My DeviantArt

[dr-pepperrrr]

A Parallel I Would Lie My Life On - Part 1

A story of second chances told in fragments. Posted on AO3 under the same name.

The sound of his guards yelling reached him from his office. Frowning, wondering what the commotion was, he exited the room, tilting his head to try and figure out where the shouting was coming from. Following it down a hallway, he watched a figure fling themselves around the corner of the stairwell, running as fast as they could. Directly towards him. He saw a flash of white hair, the persons eyes widened as they registered him standing there before their bodies crashed together, limbs tangling with the force of the mans impact. 

He grunted in annoyance, golden fingers digging in tightly to grip at the mans leg as he crawled forward in an attempt to escape. Just barely managing to get himself on top, the mans mismatched eyes wide before he felt a knee slide against his chest, a grin crossing his face as he shoved Midas away. He reached out, trying to latch on to anything he could, fingers narrowly missing. The man was already on his feet, a laugh echoing through the hallway as he continued running down it, the guards that had been after him just reaching the top of the other stairs. 

They continued to chase after him, Midas watching in stunned silence. One of the guards stayed behind, reaching a hand down to help him up. "Who was that?" He asked roughly, brows furrowing as the guards took another staircase down, already knowing they wouldn't be able to catch him. 

"Some low life thief. He's been making his rounds around the island, I never thought he would actually try anything here."

"What information did he try and steal?" 

The guard shook his head at that. "Not information. He's been stealing small things, like paintings and gold. He's hit a couple of the mansions around the island for things like jewelry. Stole a car too from what I've heard."

Midas hummed, looking down the now empty hallway. "Do we know his name?" The guard shook his head again. With a sigh, Midas crossed back to his office, glancing out of the window. Watching as a figure sprinted through the courtyard, across the bridge before sliding into a car, no doubt left there for a quick escape. 

"Find out who he is."

"On it, sir." Midas continued to watch out the window, not bothering to look back at the guard. Watching the car take off, flying down the road towards the northern part of the island. He would have to let Skye know to be on the lookout in case he tried anything at their northern base. 

--

Eyes opening to a the dark room, a faint glow coming from the table in front of him, Midas groaned as he straightened himself up. Too many nights of falling asleep in his chair was starting to ruin his back, grimacing as he stood. With a sigh, he shut the window to block the cool air that was making its way inside, wondering who had opened it. He walked towards the door, readying himself to wander the grounds before a sound stopped him. 

The slightest movement, a rustle of fabric making him turn instead. His hand instantly went for his gun, the thief crouched down as if to hide himself away. As soon as their eyes locked, the man sprang forward, aiming for the door. Quick to make his escape, not looking for an actual fight. Midas grabbed at him, managing to catch him this time as the man let out a surprised sound before an elbow connected with his stomach. 

Still disoriented from waking up, he grunted as he curled in on himself slightly. A frustrated sound leaving him as he lost his grip on the mans coat. Ignoring the pain, he launched himself forward as the man swung the door open, tackling him into the hall. They fell to the ground, struggling to gain the upper hand over the other. Surprised with how quickly the man seemed to be able to worm himself out of Midas's grip again, annoyance flashing through him as he swung his fist forward to try and least make the man pause. 

His fist connected, a grunt of pain coming from below him as it did what it was supposed to. Enough time to grab for the knife sheathed along his thigh, pressing the blade up quickly against the mans throat. Settling his weight onto the mans thighs to hold him in place, he finally stilled beneath Midas, their breaths loud in the empty hallway. Studying each other in silence. 

Suddenly, the man smirked, eyes low as he pressed himself up. Brows furrowing at the action, Midas kept the knife against his throat even as he let the man sit up, watching it dig lightly into his neck. Clearly he didn't care if Midas wanted to kill him or not. Moonlight was shining through one of the hallway windows, reflecting off of the one blue eye brightly. "How did you know I like knives?" He purred. His voice was soft, could hear the accent in his words. 

Midas frowned, eyes narrowing. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" 

"I was just taking a look around." 

Midas pressed the tip of his knife harder against the mans throat, eyes darting down to watch as a drop of blood broke free, slowly rolling down his neck. A soft laugh left the man, a grin slowly spreading across his face. "If you pull a knife on everyone you see late at night, I may just have to come back." 

At that, Midas raised a brow. "Who said I was going to let you leave?" 

He watched as the man bit at his lip, grin still on his face. He looked smug, watching Midas for a moment before he leaned forward again, Midas jerking back as he felt the mans lips brush against his. Caught off guard by the action, unprepared as one of the mans hands reached up, grabbing his hair even as he moved away. Yanking it to the side harshly, the other grabbing for his knife. Managing to situate himself on top of Midas, reversing the position they had been in for a brief moment before he was up, backing down the hallway. 

He continued walking backwards, watching Midas as Midas watched him. 

"This was fun." He bit at his lip again, a light laugh falling from him. "We will do it again sometime." He turned, disappearing into a stairwell, Midas standing quickly. Darting towards the stairs, the mans footsteps echoing, too far ahead to be worth the chase. Letting out a huff, Midas shook his head. He needed to figure out exactly who he was dealing with. 

--

Purple lightning flashed across the sky, Midas watching as he waited for the storm to restart. "His name is Montague," one of the guards told him as they entered the room. They threw a folder on to the table, Midas eagerly flipping through the few pages of information before he frowned. 

"Is this all there is?" 

The guard nodded. "He hasn't been here long, from what we could find. Started stealing right away. No affiliations, no partners. Targets anyone he can, taking whatever he can." 

Midas hummed, studying the picture that was in the folder. Even from a distance, unknowing as his photo was taken, the man looked cocky. Suddenly the sky cleared, storm giving way to pale moonlight, clouds rolling quickly away as the loop was reset. He sighed, exiting the room to make his way through the building. Wanting fresh air, while he had the time. Wondering when he would try and enter the Agency again. 

--

Midas frowned, commotion drawing his attention the the lobby. His first thought was that Montague had returned, finally. The sound of gunshots rang out, shouting between different people before he rolled his eyes. Not Montague, but others stuck in the loop. Looking to gain access to the vault, no doubt. Taking a set of stairs that led him towards the fighting, he watched from the doorway as one of his guards went down. Not worried, knowing they would be back soon enough. Two people were gunned down, a small card falling in their place. With a sigh, he watched the fight continue, joining in when too many of his guards had been killed. 

The fight didn't last long, Loopers easily being killed by him this time. With a roll of his eyes, he made his way back to his vault, unaware of the eyes that followed him. Eager for a drink, knowing the storm would hit soon enough, deterring others from trying. He flashed his key card, the door slowly opening as he made his way in, pouring whiskey into a glass before he settled himself on the couch. 

He leaned his head back, letting his eyes close as he let his mind wander. His plans were slowly coming together, GHOST and SHADOW still working against each other, everyone playing the parts he had designed for them perfectly. Keeping the IO off of his back. For now at least.

He flinched as he felt cold metal press against his neck, eyes opening to see Montague peering down at him from above. He still had his smug little smirk on his face, Midas frowning at the urge he had to smack it off. 

His voice was soft as he finally spoke. "You do not seem too upset by your guards being killed." Midas raised a brow at that. 

"Why would I? They'll be back." Now it was Montague's turn to frown. "The Loop will reset, storm pushed off once again, and they'll all be back." He seen the look of confusion on his face, gently pushing the knife away from his neck. He raised a brow at the look. "Have you not died yet?" 

Montague slowly lowered the knife, tilting his head. Midas's head was still leaned back against the couch as he watched him. "Obviously I have not died. I am here right now." 

With a humourless laugh, Midas rubbed a hand over his face. "In an unfortunate twist of fate, we are stuck in what's known as the Loop. Over and over, the storm crosses the island. Over and over, people come to try and break into the vault here. And no matter what, whether I kill them or they kill me and my men, we all come back to do it again. It's the same for everyone on the island." 

Montague seemed to ponder his words, eyes glancing around the vault. Midas flinched again as he felt the sharp tip of the knife trace over his throat once more, a shiver coursing through him at the cool touch. Montague seemed to watch him intently, a look of curiosity in his eyes. "So if I were to kill you right now," he murmured, Midas sucking in a breath as he felt the mans fingers trace over his jaw, light but meant to hold his head in place. "I could take whatever I wanted and you would come back.. In an hour? In a day?" 

Midas let out a heavy breath, something other than nerves curling in his stomach at the way Montague's eyes traced over him. He felt his cheeks heat slightly as he nodded, knowing it was shaky at best. Letting out a small breath as Montague leaned forward, feeling the heat of his breath against his ear as he spoke. "No hard feelings then, yes?"

A flash of pain shot through him, everything disappearing around him. Feeling himself lost in the same limbo as he always was when the Loopers managed to best him and his guards, confusion radiating through him before he was opening his eyes, gasping in a breath as he took in the room around him. Back in his office, overlooking the table with the interactive map. The sun was shining outside, storm gone for now. 

With a scowl, he stood quickly making his way to the vault. Waiting impatiently as the door slowly unlocked, entering the room to take in the contents. A painting missing from the wall, a stack of gold bars gone. One of his guns missing from it's case. Next time he seen Montague, he would make sure to kill him back. 

-- 

A few more weeks had passed, the anger at Montague killing him simmering as he focused on building his device. The stress was continuing to mount as the war waged on between his two factions, trying to keep them occupied with each other as he focused on his task. Praying with every second that the IO wouldn't figure out his plan. 

Once again, he found himself waking up in the middle of the night, back aching from where he had fallen asleep in his chair. Looking to stretch his limbs, he left the building, walking around the grounds of the Agency in the peace of the night, no one trying to attack. He entered the building again when he seen the storm forming the distance, heading for the vault. Once again looking for a drink. Wondering if he should cut back before he shook his head. He could worry about that once he pushed the storm away. 

He stilled at the sight of the open door, hearing the sounds of someone searching through the vault. Checking his pocket, surprised to find his key card missing. He slowly crept forward, rolling his eyes at the sight of Montague sliding something into his pocket. 

"Came back for more, did you?" He smirked as he watched the man flinch slightly, satisfaction filling him knowing he had managed to catch him off guard. Raising one of his guns to him, he nodded towards the mans pockets. "Might as well empty those out now. No sense in them getting lost while you wait to come back."

Walking forwards when Montague didn't move, he reached into his pocket, rolling his eyes as he pulled out golden items that he had slipped inside. Stupid little things that Midas had turned gold when he had first started working on getting his power under control, testing it out. What used to be a deck of cards, a pen, a lighter. All solid gold now. 

He pressed the gun against Montague's forehead, relishing in the look of surprise and fear that crossed his face. "Still haven't died yet?" He tilted his head, waiting for an answer before Montague slowly shook his head. "Have you ever wondered what it feels like?" At that, Montague remained still, eyes locked onto Midas as they observed each other. Clicking back the hammer, their eyes never leaving each other as a shaky breath left the thief. His finger itched to pull the trigger, pay back for killing him. A twitch of his finger was all that was needed, Montague disappearing until the Loop reset. 

Something stayed his hand, watching the way Montague's eyes slowly closed as he let out a small breath. Trying to ready himself. With a growl, he shoved the gun back in its holster, turning quickly to walk towards the liqour cabinet. He poured himself a glass, glancing over his shoulder as Montague watched him, eyes wide and unblinking. "Did you want one?" He watched the mans eyes flick towards the open vault door. "The storm will be here soon, if it's not already. You won't survive if you get caught in it." 

Eyes flicking back to Midas before he gave a slight nod. "Then I guess I have no choice but to stay." Pouring a second glass, Midas walked back to him, pressing it into his hand. Reaching into his other pocket, pulling the key card out of it as the man frowned. 

"When did you get this, anyways?" He settled himself on the couch, leaning back against the arm rest. At the question, the man smirked, letting himself fall onto the other end. 

"While you were sleeping in your chair. You really should not do that so often, you are too old for that, no?" 

At that, Midas scoffed, downing the rest of his drink. "I am not that old. And I'm busy, sometimes it can't be helped." Montague laughed at his reaction, light but genuine. Midas felt like the liqour was working too quickly, heart beating faster at the sound. 

"What are you busy with?" Montague leaned forward on the couch, and Midas was instantly on alert. Watching the way he moved, trying to read if he was genuinely interested or digging for information. What if he was working with the IO? Taking in Midas's reaction, Montague frowned, tilting his head slightly. "Did I overstep?" 

With a curt nod, Midas stood, pouring more liqour into his cup. When he turned, Montague was holding his out as well, waiting for Midas to top up his glass. "I'm working on a lot of things. I run an organization called GHOST. We .. Collect information, you could say." Wondering why he felt the need to let him know even a little bit of what he did. Montague hummed, watching him intently as he took a sip of his drink. 

"How long have you been doing that?" At that, Midas laughed lightly, shaking his head. 

"How long have you been here?" 

Montague seemed to pause, brows furrowing as he thought about it. "I .. I am not sure." He seemed pensive as he stared at the cushions between them. "Why do you not just leave? What if I were to leave?" 

"You can't. Or you can try, and then you'll die. And then you'll come back somewhere on the island, and probably die a few more times. You get used to it after a while, however annoying it is." 

"Well then," Montague sighed. He stretched backwards, Midas's eyes locking onto the skin of his stomach as it was exposed, feeling his mouth go dry. Shaking his head as he looked away, he set his glass down on the floor, unfinished. Deciding that he had drank enough for tonight. Turning back, he found he other mans eyes on him, smirk back on his face. Feeling like he had been caught, he scowled as he glanced away. The couch shifted as Montague leaned forward. "What is there to do for fun around here then?" 

Midas let out a shaky breath, unused to the feelings that were shooting through him. He watched as Montague's eyes flicked down to his lips, back up again. "I don't have fun. I have a business to run and a war to win." Montague grinned at that, leaning further forward, enjoying the way Midas's breath seemed to catch as he slowly crossed over his knees, pushing into Midas's space. Continuing forward, his face drawing closer. A daring look in his eyes, that stupid little smirk still on his face. He registered Montague's hand moving, doing something, too focused on the way his lips ghosted over his jaw, breath hot on his skin before he felt a sharp pain again. 

Growling as he awoke back in his office, shooting out of his chair to slam his fist into the wall. No point in checking the vault, he already knew there would be more things missing. Next time he wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger. 

--

He didn't need to wait long, Montague showing up less than week later. Casually strolling through the halls of the Agency. He scowled at the cockiness, wondering how he had managed to avoid all of the guards. Unless he killed them. That wouldn't surprise him at this point. He watched the man pause as he seen Midas, a grin forming on his face. "No hard feelings, right?" Montague asked, watching Midas pull his gun again. Confident after their last exchange that he wouldn't actually follow through. 

Midas clicked the hammer back, pulling the trigger as he watched Montague's eyes widen. Bullet hitting his target with ease, the man disappearing quickly. With a roll of his eyes, he continued through the building, pressing into his ear piece to check on the guards. No answer. Montague must have managed to kill them then. 

He groaned in annoyance as he heard the sound of gun fire, people fighting each other while searching for him to access the vault. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to hold them off by himself. He turned a corner, entering the lobby of the building and was bombarded with gun shots. Dodging what he could, trying to take down as many people as possible before he felt a flash of pain, held in limbo as he waited for the Loop to reset. Rolling his eyes as soon as he found himself sitting at his desk, once more. 

--

Footsteps echoed down the stairs loudly, causing Midas to raise his brow. The storm had started to form not long ago, quickly making it's way forward to cover the building. With a sigh, he glanced over his shoulder, waiting for who ever it was to appear. Montague rounded the corner, storming into the vault that Midas was relaxing in. This time it was his turn to smirk at the man, enjoying the anger that flashed across his face. 

"That was rude," Montague bit out as soon as he seen Midas. 

"Oh, look who's alive and well. That's rich, coming from you. You've killed me twice now, I've only killed you once." He raised his glass as he stood. "Do you want one, or are you going to try and kill me again." 

With a frown, Montague crossed his arms, staring at Midas. A multitude of emotions crossing his face before he rolled his eyes, letting himself fall onto the couch. "Pour me a glass, I will hold off on killing you for tonight." 

"The smartest thing I've heard you say yet," Midas muttered to himself. He heard Montague scoff, grinning at the annoyance that seemed to radiate from him. Handing him his glass, he let himself settle onto the couch, both watching each other. Suddenly, Montague stood, heading towards the vault door. "Where are you going?" Midas asked, standing to follow. 

With a look over his shoulder, Montague grinned. "To explore. I do not plan to sit in a vault all night long if I can not steal anything." Midas trailed him as he wandered through the halls, somehow managing to avoid all the guards that were still on duty. Midas wondered how long he had watched the building to figure out their rotations, to know where to go to stay undetected. He would need to switch things up, hoping it would throw off the others as well. 

Montague continued upwards until he reached Midas's office, entering with a quick grin flashed back at Midas as he started to protest. On edge, wondering if he was looking for information. Everything about his device kept well hidden, still nervous of being found out before he could enact his plan. Montague circled around the table, hand trailing softly over it before he pressed one of the buttons, eyes widening as the map came to life. Holographic depictions of the towns and mountains, water moving through the rivers and lakes. He leaned forward, eyes tracing over everything. 

"What is this?" He pointed to spots marked with green. 

Wondering just how much he should trust the man with, he found himself answering anyways. "That's bases for my team." The man hummed, eyes scanning the map, locking onto spots marked with red. 

"And this?" 

Midas paused, tilting his head. "Bases I've found of the people we're fighting against." Technically still his team, but that would be kept to himself. He continued asking questions, Midas remaining on edge but answering what he could before he finally started asking questions himself. They continued like that, back and forth, before Montague finally placed his empty glass on the edge of the table. Midas was standing by his side now, pointing out different spots he had found that were nice to go to, that had shelter if the storm came while he was there. 

Montague watched him speak, Midas overly aware of the way his eyes flicked down to his lips, back up to meet his eyes. Breath catching as Montague leaned forwards, too close. "I am sure those places can be fun, but that is not something that can be done right now." Emboldened by the liqour, Midas let himself lean forward as well, not missing the way Montague sucked in a breath. 

"Then what did you have in mind?" 

He could see Montague's chest move with shallow breaths, waiting for him to decide. Midas would play his game if that was what he wanted. Watching his eyes dart down once more to his lips, his hand coming to trace along Midas's jaw. He let out a soft breath as Montague started to lean forwards, lips ghosting across each other, giving Midas the option to pull away. He pressed forward, drinking in the sound that left Montague as he deepened their kiss. Hands slid over his shoulder, his own guiding Montague by the waist to adjust their positions, pressing him back against the table while he slipped between his legs. 

Heart racing at the feeling of their lips working against each other. Too long without feeling something like this. He slipped his hand into Montague's pocket, throwing the knife that was there onto the floor. Montague broke the kiss, a light laugh leaving him as his eyes met Midas's. "I would not kill you now." 

"Can't be too careful, can I?" 

Montague bit his lip lightly, grinning at the words. "No, you can not." Pressing forward once again, pulling Midas closer by his hips. The taste of him was intoxicating, Midas quickly losing himself to the kiss before breaking it, mouth working down the mans neck as he tilted his head back. A soft sound falling from Montague at the feeling of Midas's mouth on him, at the feeling of his hips shifting forward, something pressing into him. Groaning when he slipped his hands under Midas's shirt, biting down on the skin on his shoulder. 

Soft sounds filled the room as they continued, unaware that the storm had passed. When they were done, Midas watched Montague as he buttoned his pants back up, shirt slipped back on. He glanced out of the window, making a surprised sound. 

"Looks like our fun has indeed passed the time," Montague murmured, looking out onto the grounds of the Agency. He smirked over his shoulder, Midas's eyes heavy on him. Heart still racing, the desire to know more about the man filling him. He watched as Montague made his way to the door, opening it quietly before he looked back. "I will see you around, I am sure." Midas nodded, watching him leave. Finding himself hoping he returned soon. 

--

Midas found himself trailing after Montague after he had returned to the Agency once again, wondering where the man stayed when he wasn't stealing. He followed him to a small abandoned house, just across the lake. Hidden by trees, just out of sight of his building. He watched as Montague entered the house, marking the location in his head to return to another day. Now it would be his turn to explore. 

Waiting for the storm to pass, Midas left the building as soon as he could, taking one of his vehicles towards the house. Parking along the edge of the forest, waiting patiently until he seen Montague leave. Creeping forwards to let himself into the house. Eyes landing on a golden deck on cards, rolling his eyes as he wondered when Montague had managed to steal them again. Paintings hung along the wall, recognizing some. 

He wandered through, looking for any information he could find on the man. Nothing stuck out to him, and he felt disappointment flash through him. Through a door that led to a small back yard, a little garden set up. He felt his lips twitch up in a small smile at the thought of Montague taking care of them. 

He turned to head back inside, freezing at the sight of Montague leaning against the door frame. "Is there something you are looking for?" 

"Nothing in particular." He pushed past Montague, letting himself back inside. "Actually, I was wondering if I could ask a favour. I need to access some information. I'm hoping you can get it for me." 

Montague hummed, smirking. "I may be able to do that. What will I get in return?" 

Watching each other silently, Midas shrugged. "Whatever you want." 

"And what is this information for?" 

"I'm curious about what information they have on me." He knew Jules had suspected something else was going on, knew she was playing both sides just as he was. Like father, like daughter. "I'll show you where to find it." 

Seeming to mull over the decision, Montague finally smirked. "I suppose I can do that. I will let you know what I want in return when I decide." With a roll of his eyes, Midas motioned for him to follow, leading them out of the house towards the car. 

"It entirely depends on how much information you can get." He heard a soft laugh come from behind him, glancing over his shoulder. 

"I will get everything they have." 

--

Montague slipped into the room, Midas glancing up to watch as he softly shut the door behind him. He had been staring at the map, letting his mind wander. The Device was almost done, final pieces coming together. Almost ready to launch the countdown. He wondered if he should let Montague know what was coming, deciding to wait. Still unsure if he could trust him. A thick folder of papers was dropped onto the table, Midas raising a brow at it. 

"They seem to be very interested in keeping tabs on you." 

He hummed at that, chewing at the inside of his lip. Opening the folder, scanning through the pages quickly. Jules was efficient at collecting information, there was no doubt about it. Frowning at the sight of pictures taken from a distance of him working on the Device, blocked by his body. Taken before he had moved it underground. No way for them to know what it was, but it seemed she had guessed there was something else going on.��

"What did you want as your payment?" Midas asked, distracted as he continued scanning the papers. Movement caught his attention, Montague leaning against the table beside him, eyes trained on him. Fingers traced over his jaw, tilting Midas's head up towards the other man. 

"I have a few ideas, but there is something else I want first." Midas felt himself flush lightly, heart racing at the suggestion behind the words. Wondering why Montague seemed to affect him like he did. 

Standing, he guided Montague back so he was sitting on the table, pressing himself between his legs. Smirking down at him as the man bit his lip, hand sliding down Midas's chest. "And what is it you want right now then?" He felt Montague's hand glide down to his belt, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly undid it. A tug at his tie made him open his eyes, Montague pulling him closer. 

"Just a bit of fun," he purred. Midas groaned as he leaned forward, pressing their lips together. His hands gripped at Montague's waist, slipping under his shirt before he pulled at it, tugging it over his head before Montague was unbuttoning his. A shuddering breath left him at the feeling of Montague's fingers in his hair, pulling him back down, guiding his head to his neck instead, letting him kiss wetly across his skin. Nerves on fire with every touch that Montague laid on him, finding himself wanting more. 

A laugh fell from Montague as Midas shoved the papers off the table, pushing his shoulders to lay him back. Surprised to find himself smiling at the sound, wanting to hear it again. Quickly shedding the rest of their clothes, eyes heavy as he watched Montague move against him. Not realizing the storm had started to pass over them. 

When they were finished, both clothed once more, Montague watched as Midas shuffled through the papers, waiting for the storm to pass. Suddenly, the door was flung open, a guard bursting into the room. 

"Sir, we have reason to believe Montague may be -" He paused, words dying in his throat at the sight of Montague in a chair next to Midas, feet kicked up on the desk. 

"You're a little late for that." The guard seemed to flounder, unsure of what to do next. With a sigh, Midas looked back to the papers. "Don't worry about him from now on. He can come and go as he pleases here." Ignoring both the look of confusion from the guard and the grin that was now on Montague's face, the guard gave a curt nod before stepping out of the room, door shutting softly behind him. 

"I can come and go as I please, can I?" Montague chuckled lightly, eyes on Midas. "And here I thought I was already doing that." 

Midas rolled his eyes, tossing papers towards the man. "Look through these. I'm looking for any mention of a secret project." Montague continued to smirk, fingers brushing against Midas's as he took the papers. Neither mention the small huff of air that left Midas at the man's touch, or the way his eyes continued to flick over to him, watching as he bit at lip, scanning through the papers Midas had given him. 

--

Midas watched as Montague seemed to saunter across the deck of the ship, finding himself entranced with his movements. Breath catching as he settled himself down across Midas's legs, reaching over to the table to pick up the glass that rested there. 

"So you can come here whenever you wish, and instead you spend all of your time in that building?" A light scoff left the man at that, shaking his head. "Incroyable." 

Midas rolled his eyes at that, letting his hands brush across the mans legs, coming to rest on his waist. Thumb tracing over the bared skin there. "I usually have a lot of work to do, I just managed to find some time for this." The Device was near finished, the last touches being put into place by his men. All that was needed was a final once over, a press of the button and the Storm could be pushed back. Loop finally broken. Free to live his life as he chose. His heart beat quickened at the realization he wanted to keep Montague around even after. 

He opened his mouth, watching as Montague tilted his head back to finish the drink that he held. Wanting to tell him. His stomach twisted, letting his mouth snap shut again. It was too close to being done. Paranoia from his plans setting in now, imagining the IO finding him out. He knew Montague wasn't working with them. He knew it. But still, he couldn't find it in him to divulge the information. Nothing could get in the way of breaking the Loop, no matter how much he wanted to. 

"You should focus less on your work and more on enjoying your life," Montague murmured, grazing his lips across Midas's cheek as he returned the glass to the table. "There are many things to enjoy here." His chest fluttered as Montague leaned back again. 

"There will be even more soon," he promised. Just as Montague opened his mouth, brow raised in confusion, a crack of thunder echoed loudly through the sky. The both of them flinching at the closeness. He leaned forward, looking to the sky past the ship before he sighed. Purple clouds seemed to form instantly, slowly creeping forward over the ocean towards them. He stood, motioning for the man to follow him inside. Knowing they wouldn't be able to make it back to the Agency before it hit them. 

Following him in, they worked to close what windows they could. Smirking at the way Montague jumped every time thunder crashed around them. Lightning flared through the clouds, and Midas guided them up to the helm of the ship. It was rare for him to be on there when the Storm hit the island. Rare to be able to be in a place where he could have large glass windows surrounding them, letting them observe the wrath of the storm in safety. After a few moments, Montague tugged on his hand, leading him up to the very top level. He crawled onto the bed, patting the mattress beside him for Midas to join. 

Letting himself fall next to Montague, he turned, watching the Storm through the large skylight windows. Glancing over when he felt Montague shift, tucking himself under his arm, pulling his hand down to rest across his chest. He let his hand trace patterns across Montague's skin, both remaining quiet as they watched purple clouds roil with the lightning. Soon enough, the Storm would pass, and he would need to return to the Agency. For now though, he was content to lay here with Montague. An odd feeling tightened his chest as he felt Montague's lips brush lightly against his skin before his head turned back to the sky, and he felt his heart beat quicken, pressing his lips softly to the mans head. 

--

With a nod, Midas signaled for the guards to leave. The countdown had been started, Device ready. It was finally time to get rid of the storm once and for all. Put an end to the Loop. He pressed the button, quickly exiting the building. Heart racing as bubbles started to form in the lake. Deciding the go to the abandoned house Montague was in, finally ready to let him know what was happening. If he somehow was working with the IO, there was no way for him to stop Midas now. 

He crossed the land in a car, pulling up just outside of the trees that hid the house. He entered the house, calling out to try and find Montague. No answer came. With a frown, he searched the house and through the back yard, wondering where he was. Maybe he had found another house to rob. 

He pulled his phone out, dialing Montague's number. One of the few that he had saved now. He picked up on the second ring, sounding confused as he answered. "What are these towers outside your building?" 

At the words, Midas's chest felt like it had caved in, stomach twisting. "Where are you?" He tried to breath in, feeling like he couldn't get a proper breath of air. 

"I am at the Agency? I came to see you. Where are you?"

"Get out of there right now. Right now." 

Montague must have been able to hear the fear that was in his voice, quick footsteps heard through the phone as he started to run through the building. Midas was already running through the trees, trying to get to the car. The towers were fully emerged around the building now, panic settling in his chest as he felt a tremor shake through the ground. Helpless to watch as an explosion destroyed the rear of the Agency. One after the other, the building falling in on itself, crumbling away as the Device rose through the rubble. 

Putting the phone to his ear, he tried to suck in air as he listened to the sound of the dial tone. Knowing no one would answer even as he called Montague's name into the phone. 

-- 

Memories seemed to race through Midas as he gasped, watching golden blood drip from the stump of his arm. He tried to rise on shaking legs, body weak from the fight he had been in. Watching Kado hold his hand up, inspecting it in the moonlight. One final slight before his death. 

He thought of Jules, her disappointed look as she finally told him she was done playing his games. Not looking back as she left him behind. The thought of his team, no longer working together, spread across the island, barely talking. Wishing he had decided to band them together again, wondering if it would have changed his outcome. Thought of the failure of his Device, storm raging against him, the flood that crossed the island as payback for thinking he could force the storm away. The sight of the Agency falling, knowing Montague had been buried somewhere in the rubble. Dead. His fault. 

Wondering how many deaths he had caused with all of his plans. He felt his heart stutter, weakly now as he tried to gasp in air. Kado frowned in front of him, touching the golden hand he held to his gun. Metal staying the same. A laugh bubbled out of his chest, almost manic. He could feel his heartbeat fading, different this time. A real death, knowing that he wouldn't come back from this one. Glad that even though he was about to die, Kado still wouldn't get what he had been so desperately searching for. 

-- 

He groaned awake, cold dampness surrounding him. The room he was in was dark, arms chained above his head. A man stood in front of him, covered by a mask. 

"Welcome home, King Midas. I have been waiting patiently for your return." 

He could hear the sound of souls crying out as they floated through the river that surrounded the building. Eyes drifting shut as he prayed he was imagining things. A horrible nightmare he just needed to wake from. Opening his eyes, the masked man still in front of him. A harsh laugh filled the cell. 

"We're going to have a lot of fun together, you and I." The door swung shut, heavy metal clanging together before locks clicked into place. He yanked weakly on the chains, trying to will his power to turn them to gold. Nothing. No heat in his hand, unable to feel his power within him anymore. The feeling of fear twisting in his chest before a realization struck. He couldn't feel his heartbeat, couldn't feel the pulse of energy flowing through him. He tried yanking on the chains again, desperation filling him. With a groan of despair, he slumped against the wall, overwhelmed with the slew of emotions that filled him. 

[pararennial-archived]

*‵ ･ comets & cicadas ･ ′

There is something chilling about Benjamin Banneker's poetic assessment of cicadas and their likeness to comets. Excerpts of the analogy flash occasionally in her mind, like sepia-toned memories playing beneath closed eyes.

"... but they, like the comets, make but a short stay with us..."

She is on the rooftop, knees tucked against her chest while her eyes scan the night sky. The soft purple of dusk clings to the edge of where land meets the heavens before surrendering to the inky dark of night's domain. Constellations are captured within cobalt depths, mapping out pieces of her history ⏤ transmission signals between past and present. The line of communication is not apparent, but it's there is dialogue in the form of thin wires suspended within the atmosphere, wavering to and fro like waves. Eventually these strings start to tighten, she feels it pull within her. She cannot stay where she is for long. Something calls.

"... their lives are short, they are merry. they begin to sing or make a noise from first they come out of the earth till they die..."

When a butterfly emerges from its chrysalis, it is rebirth. It rises from the broken rind of its former life anew. From beneath, when gold emerges in the form of cracks along her skin, is this something new? Or something she forced herself to bury like some unknown precious mineral? Or something she lets sleep, dormant until it can't any longer and emerges out screaming?

She remembers how it burned when ichor overtakes blood ⏤ striking lightning, forming roots and branches out of gold ( is it no coincidence that they all look the same, as though Nature intended it? ). That was before it became as natural as a snake shedding its skin. She doesn't know what to make of it, and thus, she lets herself soar, as above, but tethered, so below.

"... the hindermost part rots off, but it does not appear to be any pain to them..."

Flowers, fungi, or bones. It's hard to determine on weathered marble bas-reliefs of women reverently holding the potential aforementioned aloft, bewitching many scholars alike. However, what still remains to be translated are the mysteries of which the ephemeral incessantly reoccurs, like a once-bare branch exalted in bloom in spring after winter. Perhaps incessant isn't quite the right world, but rather, inevitable.

Roxanne would have to guess that inevitability extends to cicadas having to dig their way past mulching petals, mycelium, and hollowed, splintered bone to breach the surface only for a short taste of freedom and merrimaking before they too, must return to the earth rotting away. She would also figure that it goes the same for comet tails pinching off and dissipating into the void of space when they return for their short, appointed hour in dramatic fashion. One would think borrowed time is a sad waste... a loss, but no, it's a small victory. At least to her it is. It doesn't hurt anymore.

"... for they continue on singing till they die..."

For now, she can celebrate what she leaves behind in the wake of the days she mourned what she thought she lost. She feels there is no sense of feeling the weight of being so disproportionate to the rest of the world, like an incorrect measurement of whatever this is. Bearing the burden of ancient ills on her shoulders and carrying out good will in the creases of her palms felt normal to her, at least now she thinks it should... while relieved, at times she wonders if such serenity in embracing this is as limited as the lives of comets and cicadas.

The soft cool of the summer evening and the chirping of crickets ground her again, edges of roof tiles softly digging into her legs to remind her that such familiarity is still to be found. Her neck starts to strain from her fervently staring past the Moon's pale face to the stars twinkling beyond. Message received. The wires run slack and she finds her way down with ease, pulling imaginary wavelengths close to her heart. This is something new.

[kayselyn-axe-the-third-goddamnit]

Well, i got inspired by this ship fans and a song, so i drew a NorAmalia short comic :p

The song is Euclid by sleep token btw, i think it's really fits Nora's character in s4

[moonchild-in-blue]

Sleep Token Wembley Bingo - Results

WELL WELL WELL. Look who is officially done with holidays and is back in the Token business? And what better way to celebrate, than to finally put an end to this oh so thrilling saga of the ✨Bingo Game✨

As you may remember, I had made a little bingo game with some Wembley predictions, inspired by @fivewholeminutes post. Here are the results:

Note: I am counting Vessel's painted/temporary tattoos of the Eden Cypher as a costume upgrade. Also I am aware we did not get a special Vessel x ii interaction per se, but we got that huge crew hug and stuff at the end, so IT COUNTS. I still can't believe we got the "Vessel speaks" square - given the circumstances I would've been totally fine without it, poor baby 🥺. The circle pit was pretty average from what I've seen so, eh.

We unfortunately didn't get a bingo, BUT we got some pretty cool stuff anyways. To everyone who predicted more gold motifs and Espera costume upgrades, I owe you a wish. I didn't think they would slay even more after the new masks during the German rituals (but very very very happy they did 😭💙). We didn't get Euclid (yet), but we got that beautiful rendition of Blood Sport! Also, I wish we could've thought of Vessel workout, because those hand weights were amazing hahaha.

To make up for a Not Bingo, I have spent a very long time (like, 5 minutes) on paint to make you the greatest participation prize ever. I present you, The True Token.

(i have a transparent png if anyone wants lol)

Thank you for playing, and may we all collectively lose our minds yet again with more Eepie Token content this year 🥳🖤

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

I want to hear more about that fic ! Please talk to me about it ! And have a good day 🧡

DARLING ANON! thank you so much for asking i have been frothing at the mouth for three days about this fic

Now I have to sound as sane as possible while I talk about it.......

oh god now i've bitten off more than I can chew

Essentially, I think I talked about it a couple days ago, but I'm writing two parallel fics that have an intersection before they go back to running in parallels. The first parts involve the juxtaposition of the relationship between Seb and Charles, and Max being oblivious about his feelings for Charles, as the three of them revolve around each other in different capacities.

The intersection happens when Charles...falls out of love isn't quite the correct term...however "stops" loving Seb, and realizing that he feels something more for Max, and then the development of that relationship as Seb and Charles fall further apart.

Seb is not cast in a favourable light (NOW DON'T GET ME WRONG I LOVE SEB BUT thIS IS INTENTIONAL), because it's about how your mentor can bite away at pieces of you until you become the way they want you to, but the real parts of you are still there, just hidden beneath it all.

It's messy and stupid and beautiful and a little horny as all things that I write are wont to be, and involves a VERY self-indulgent Max to Ferrari move....

SO PLEASE, feel free to ask me more questions about it, I AM HERE FOR THEM

Also listen to the song Euclid by Sleep Token because that song is what first inspired this....

[aroonescape]

vessel wip

[melit0n]

By 'horrifically in depth' analysis I mean this is a nine page Google Doc analysis that doesn't count for space on refrence images. I've been making this since the song first came out, so it's got a lot of thoughts and feelings in it.

Keep in mind, I've written this like a literature analysis, so it's written like I'm trying to convince my lit prof that I'm Plato himself or something. It's ended up having around 5-6 distinct sections (title analysis, line by line analysis parts one and two, the meaning of 'The Night' (and how it's changed) and how the passing of time and change is presented), which I'd probably have to split into 5-6 different posts because I don't want you guys to be sat here for ages on one big post reading my gibberish.

I'm not trying to work this up into something massive, because I'm certainly not 'all that', but when I do eventually post it, it would be real nice to hear everyone's thoughts on it :]

Would anybody like to see a horrifically in-depth, essay type analysis of Euclid because I've been working on it bit by bit and I'm getting to that weird point that if I don't talk about it in the next two months I might just explode

[saatmans]

Sleep Token gave me so much motivation and inspiration, among other good things that I decided to face my trauma: the university entrance exam.

I spent 2019 studying to get into the most important public university in my state, I did it. The problem was that I live terribly far from the university and came back very late at night. As a woman and person with a disability, I was very vulnerable and for my safety I had to leave the course.

And on top of all this came the pandemic. I was broken into thousands of little pieces, it was very difficult. And I spent these years dealing with all the pain of seeing a dream that almost happened disappear for things beyond my control.

But then, I met four little guys and three girls and a fandom that filled me with love. Sleep Token's songs brought me peace and comfort. And lately courage. Following this entire tour and knowing that all of this was the result of absolute planning and that it is part of a very old dream that is becoming reality woke me up to my own dreams

It is also a very internal desire to return the good that Sleep Token brought to my life. Do something for myself even though it is extremely difficult to look at the entire past, but I think of Euclid, as the lyrics sing about moving forward and my time has come.

It's funny, because registrations opened yesterday, May 27th, the day of the last show. The tests will take place on the 3rd and 10th of November, close to the second part of the tour in Europe. For me this is a sign. I really don't know which course I will try, but the idea I have is to study and get a good grade without pressure.

I want to thank Sleep Token from the bottom of my heart again for everything. I wish the Espera boys and girls and the entire team a rest and an energized return. And we will be here ready for everything that comes from them and we will be achieving our dreams.

[venomousiiserpent]

SLEEP TOKEN ART POLL!!

I’m in need of inspiration for my art recently and ages ago I did one inspired by TMBTE lyrics SO! I’m gonna do it again but I was hoping y’all could help me choose which song to go with!

(other suggestions accepted as well)

[cannibal-nightmares]

A list of my fic WIPs in response to an ask I received ^^;

Right now I am actively working on: "Trust Fall: Euclid" - A dual-perspective take on acute psychosis, Stein has a complete breakdown in the sanctity of his weapon. [ x ] - [ y ] - [ z ] "white roses and black doves" - A thorough depiction and conveyance of psychosis and giving in to the whims of accepting help. // [ x ] - [ y ] "Trick of the Light" - Stein processes and learns to live with a major personal loss with the loving help of his friends. [preview to chapter 2] [preview to chapter 2] [preview to chapter 3] "Matching Point" - An exploration on migraines and physical touch; a partner piece to "Teleharmonic: Smoke and Light."

Some others in my queue include: "Franken Stein's Bed & Breakfast" - No demons, no monsters, no witches, Stein's friends keep asking him for mundane favors only humans would ask other humans. A forever fic--one that could just go on forever as a series of short stories--an exploration on Stein's humanity in the face of normalcy. [ x ] "This is Why" - Spirit is in a band and he invites Stein to one of his gigs. Stein has a battle of wits in being tempted to fall to his old vices. // I am undecided if I want to age restrict this one, I have thought out multiple different endings to it. [ x ] "Top 10 staTues tHat CriEd bloOd" - An alternative take on Stein's salvation from Medusa as seen in the anime: Spirit arrives to the rescue instead of Marie. // (I'd also love to explore the idea of Marie saving Stein without depending on her healing wavelength.) [ x ] "Pay Your Ransom" - Looking for an alternative way to process and face some personal trauma, Spirit visits Stein for some... Advice... // While this fic is intended to be very humorous and light-hearted, I haven't decided yet if I want to age restrict it or not. [ x ] "DYWTYLM" - Apart of the Sleep Token project*, a two-chapter piece on what "love" and their partnership means to Spirit and Stein, individually. [ x ] "Dust Into Nothing" - An exploration on PTSD triggers and seeking support. [ x ] "Back Through the Opera Glass" - A self-indulgent piece just to write atmosphere. Possibly dialogue-less, Stein self-narrates what his friends mean to him, against all contradictions of logic versus love. [ x ] "Careful Fear and Dead Devotion" - Another forever-fic as a series of endless short stories, each chapter consists of Spirit and Stein chatting and rambling and getting up to shenanigans before falling asleep in bed together. [ x ] "Gemini" - Possibly a choose-your-own-adventure, an AU where Stein has an estranged sister he considers to reconnect with. "House Call" - Just as it says on the tin. Stein responds to a handful of house visits, namely Spirit, in illness, injury, and over-indulgence. "Midnight Honeymoon" - Stein must admit to grieving over his glory days as he faces a newfound chronic--and eventually terminal--illness. He learns to put all of his faith into his loved ones. // [this one already has a playlist... Did I just spend two hours polishing this? Please don't shuffle it.] A profound defrag fic that's has been secretly at the forefront of my mind for a good while now. More or less inspired by "I'm Thinking of Ending Things" and "A Ghost Story." I know once I start and finish this piece, it's going to be a pinnacle in my heart and mind. I can only hope it will serve me, I hope it will serve anyone who reads it. [ x ]

My enormous projects include: "Eternal Blue" - An immense and thorough exploration on Stein's childhood, his partnership with Spirit, and the teenage journey of the death scythes as we know them. Originally, this was planned to be as close as humanly possible to speculation of canon, but it's grown to have several AU ideas and themes. I have no idea how long this thing is going to be. [ x ] "Kaleidos" - The continuation of "Soul Eater," post-canon featuring an OC, Kaleidos. A reflection of Stein, himself, the professor takes it upon himself to prevent a new student from falling into madness. I wrote a sort of teaser piece to this here.

Some pieces I'd rather be mini-comics than fics: "Haircuts For Everybody" - Stein, in the middle of psychosis, struggles with physical touch while simultaneously being agitated by his out-grown hair. Marie and Spirit help him face his delusions with utmost care. [ x ] "Ascensionism" - An atmospheric alternative ending to "Pay Your Ransom," Stein expects an exchange for his services. This piece, if it comes to fruition, might be age-restricted and available only on Patreon. [ x ]

Lastly, some defrag pieces that may or may not see the light of day: "Seven" - A sort of OOC fic exploring masking agereg in coping with acute depression. It's rather up to interpretation and really is just a drabble to help me process some things. [Untitled] - Academy days AU; Stein discovers Spirit has a tattoo at the same time Spirit finds out Stein has a secret of his own. Spirit takes his meister out to get his first tattoo and actualizes the layers of said secret... // (Normally titles come fast to me, but this is a rare instance where is has not.) "Trip Wire" - A single chapter depicting the slippery slope of earnestly trying to help someone facing acute psychosis.

[dovebugxoxo]

Jubal (left) and Connor (right) are some characters that I have been putting together and I have been really enjoying their vibes so far. I have really wanted to make a duo inspired by Sleep Token's "Euclid" for -- well. Since I first heard it, actually. But I am happy that I waited this long for inspiration to hit, because ... man. Thanks to these two, I finally have an organization that has been causing issues in a lot of my settings/campaigns/stories -- and I really wanna elaborate further, sometime. Jubal is a vessel/mouthpiece for the gods, a cleric of sorts? And Connor is a paladin but he has decided that all of the pain and nonsense that Jubal has been going through is, uh ... well. It's not worth it. It's not fair. It's not right. A little spiciness under the cut.

They are, in fact, slowly threatening to take over my whole noodle.