#acensionism

[toxiclizardwrites]

Hahaha YOU MAKE ME WISH I COULD DISAPPEAR

Honestly thank you Sleep Token for making due with the fact that two band members were out for this show and doing iconic shit like this

[melit0n]

Out of curiosity, which one do you guys hear? Because Google, Spotify, Genius and lyric videos all say something different 😭

[bunnydarlingxo]

𝒲ℴ𝓃'𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒸ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸ℯ 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂ℯ? 𝒮𝒽ℴ𝓌 𝓂ℯ 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓇ℯ, ℐ 𝒶𝓂 𝒹ℯ𝓈𝓅ℯ𝓇𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌.

🖤🖤

[veggieharumaki]

cw: blood

golden tears of a fallen angel

part of a dtiys challenge on twit!

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Who made you like this?

Who encrypted your dark gospel in body language?

[reversesymmetry]

Apparently they had issues with the soundboard that pushed the show super fucking late but vessel and the lads (and lasses!) didn’t disappoint! We were worried that with the noise ordinance they’d have to shorten the set or cancel the show but they powered through it. A religious experience.

[saatmans]

Diamonds in the tree, pentagrams in the nigth sky.

[gayleafpool]

this entire album is destroying me

[pastlivesxpastlie]

thank you for the tag @vessels-two-front-teeth and @frothingatthemaw

no pressure tags <3 @adenobabe @inv3ga @rat-that-writes @glitterghost @lifemod17

[saatmans]

The final part of Acensionism is beautiful and makes me think of a dream that turns into a nightmare. Or those movies about a vampire stalking his prey. The guitar is my favorite part.

[gatheredfates]

While tumblr is also being a little bitch of a platform, you can also find me at the following alternative places.

bluesky: @ofsaltandseas.bsky.social cohost: @acensionism (there is an gatheredfates page I'll probably utilise when I get my new computer/screenshots folder back. i literally just remembered i had an account last night.) discord: on request. if tumblr keeps being stupid I may just bite the bullet and make a server, idk. it won't be fandom specific; it'll just be if you think i'm cool. LOL.

I do have a pillowfort but, tbh, I don't like the layout of it and probably never will. The cohost is new, we'll see how it goes.

If anyone has other alternative spaces feel free to let me know.

I'm not above jumping ship if this site continues down the path it's going.

[promethea-silk]

Acensionism

[written as an alternative pov to this story written by @vahalia-cress, which inspired me! ]

Their time far beyond the snowy realm of Ishgard had been relatively slow paced and calm in terms of the initial goal of the long journey across the sea. While she and Vahalia had come to Tural with Castien and Wren in tow and a certain ambition at the forefront of their journey, the group had still found it in themselves to enjoy some spare time among the locals. The sights of Tuliyollal, while accompanied by an unenjoyable heat for Cordelia, were admittedly beautiful. Perhaps the architecture and the bright colors were not quite her style, but the woman could admire craftsmanship and culture.

Some yalms away from the city now, things were quieter, allowing her thoughts to wander as they traveled even closer to their prey. The two sisters had been connected from their very first meeting, despite having no inclination of their blood relation at the time, though it seemed that they continued growing closer and closer each day. Both of them here together was testament of that, regardless of a shared matter of business, the trust that grew between them had met a standard which allowed them to be comfortable undertaking such a task together.

And yet…

Cordelia sat off to the side of where their camp for the afternoon had been set, attention buried in a book as it so often was to pass the time. Travel on the roads of Tural had lived up to the warnings of the locals regarding the peril of bandits, though between the four of them, the issue had become inconsequential at best. The sound of the cascading falls breaking into the water at its basin lended a constant soothing noise to relax her as she read. Nearby, in said waters, Vahalia emerged after having gone about cleansing the remnants of their altercations with the unfortunate souls attempting to lay claim to their belongings on the road.

Briefly, their eyes met, a silent moment shared between kin. Their similarities were abound in physical likeness and personality, but Cordelia still felt a hesitation in her as she questioned whether their mutual trust was born from the shared blood in their veins or if it had all been authentic. An idle hand absently lifted from the edges of her book to toy with the ring that now hung at her chest by a silver chain. A new addition to the often similarly worn choker that the Cress sisters wore; while it seemed the twins’ had purpose, Cordelia’s was more of an ironic fashion choice.

No words were exchanged between the gap as Vahalia removed herself from the waters and went about her business and Cordelia returned to her book.

And yet…

There was a knowing, a natural feeling connected between the two. It was at that moment that she understood not only did Cordelia not hold an unyielding trust for sister, Vahalia perhaps held the same sentiment. An understanding hesitation, one that was breaking down bit by bit. Her intuition spoke to her, prophetic in nature that there was something on the horizon of the days to come. Something to push past the walls of trepidation shared at their core. Whatever it was and whenever it came to fruition, it would close the gap, solidifying their sisterhood.

[melit0n]

So I was going through a bunch of live debuts of Sleep Token songs, and found this for Fall for Me. The amount of emotion in what is around 40 seconds is absolutely mad to me.

The stutter and inhale on "My insecurities"? The amount of raw anger and pain in the scream of "Oh God, I wish you were here"??

Someone get this guy a hug and a shoulder to cry on STAT.

Credits: Under the title 'SLEEP TOKEN - FALL FOR ME (Live debut, Torquay)' under the channel name 'Edelwiess'

[sleep-token-confessions]

Don’t get me wrong I love Sleep Token but some of you take this too seriously. Yes music is an outlet and it’s great to relate to something/someone but the way everyone is panicking on here & twt because no one knows what’s going on is CRAZY.

I get they’re your favourite band but that’s just what they are, they’re a BAND! Please do not get so invested in something to the point when you’re making yourself feel ill with anxiety about it. It’s really not that serious.

If they break up, then they break up. Just be grateful for everything they have provided us with.

And if they don’t break up then that’s great! But the way some people are reacting about them deleting socials is insane. They’re humans, let them breathe. They owe you nothing.

(This is not regarding the recent doxxing situation btw just about the reactions towards the socials being wiped & the cryptic acensionism tweet)

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[fangbangerghoul]

ITS HERE!

Chapter 8: Acensionism

As usual: MDNI, 18+ WC: 4330 A whirlwind of emotions takes our characters to situations never imagined by any of them. Sam, Ghoul, Delgado This chapter has been on my mind since I started really planning out this entire miniseries of Starfield Tales. Thank you so much for being patient with me with this chapter and I really hope it is worth the wait! Not all will be posted here, the rest will be on Ao3 link below! AO3 Link (reblogs, replies, comments, kudos, all appreciated but never required!)

Chapter 8: Ascensionism

Everything was uncomfortable. The air was heavy, cold, and hard to breathe. It seemed the life support functions on this side of the station were just oxygen and gravity. The only heat this room retained was whatever was left over from the deck above which, if Ghoul was right about placement, was Delgado’s private quarters. Her body ached from the beatings she had taken the past 72 hours and the one in particular Delgado gave her when they were alone. She was angry at herself for giving in so quickly but she was tired, hungry, and whether she wanted to acknowledge it or not desperate for connection. Even if that connection was only skin deep. 

Ghoul knew she wasn’t strong enough to bust out of here if she could and let herself reveal too much, but there was also something about the way he commanded a room that made her want to give him even more. His prowling nature and dominance over his Fleet was something that lit a fire inside her. The way his eyes always lingered on hers like she had answers for him only she knew. Ghoul knew she shouldn’t feel this way about him even if the way he took her body made the nerves inside her tingle with electricity. Delgado was still a mother fucker for throwing her in this hole. The ‘cell’ he referred to was more so a storage room closet and it was big enough for her to fit in it and maybe one other person without their feet touching. 

She banged her head on the wall behind her to keep herself awake. The dull pain was enough to keep her alert and conscious. She stayed up through the whole night cautious of what the Fleet would have in store for her now that she was an outed traitor. She expected Delgado was holding his meeting with his second in command and a few of his trusted captains of the Fleet preparing something extra gruesome just for her. Ghoul was still shocked she didn’t have a bullet through her head yet and was even allowed to shower before she was thrown in here. It felt unusual for Delgado to keep her alive for this long considering it’s widely known how he disposes of people for less. The heavy sigh that escaped her chest revitalized some of the memories Ghoul purposely had repressed. Images of her Constellation friends, the enemies she had killed along the way, and Sam. 

“Fucking kill me already.” She said to herself with such boredom that it made the corner of her lips curve slightly. Ghoul was starting to feel the immense weight of some of her decisions but what was done was done. She knew she had to admit to herself that a lot of those decisions were made because she could have made them with or without the influence of the Crimson Fleet. She could blame her ‘mother’ but nothing would come of that. It had been so long without anyone she was finally allowing herself to call a friend that she thought perhaps they were smart and moved on. It would be a suicide mission to come after her now. The SysDef wouldn’t bother not that she wanted them to, because fuck them too. 

Her web of complicated thoughts and feelings were interrupted by the sound of metal screeching. There was a little extra light that appeared in the room she was in and her eyes immediately squinted at the sight of it. There was a dark figure that blocked the light that shone through to the room and Ghoul wasn’t entirely sure who it was while her eyes still adjusted. 

“Look who’s awake. The Rook or should I just call you the traitor?” The raspy sounding shrill was no one other than Naeva. It was clearer now with the way she casually leaned against the door frame and how her shoulders jutted forward with importance. 

“Oh, look you found me. Here I thought you all would just forget about me down here.” Ghoul said with a snide. She was not going to act like a hurt animal even though she felt as low and a bit hopeless like one. The flash memories of her ship mates panged at the shadow of her heart. It dragged her down while simultaneously encouraging her to do something irrational and impulsive. Plus, maybe if she played Naeva’s anger right, she could get out of this fucking dump. A foolish thought but when did she ever have a rational one. 

“You still got jokes. That’s reaaaal funny coming from a dead man.” Naeva loomed over Ghoul and she seemed to enjoy the display of power she had over Ghoul in this moment. She took a few steps over to Ghoul and bent over to have their faces only half a foot apart. “I know it was you who stirred up all that trouble in the bar. You still owe me for that mess you made. Now you owe me for vouching for traitorous scum. I warned you what would happen if you fucked me over.” 

Naeva spit on Ghoul after she let out a disgruntled growl and before Ghoul could respond to her mini monologue Naeva’s foot kicked her head back. The force of the boot against Ghoul’s chin made her teeth grind with immense force and her head to ricochet off the metal wall. The spot of dull pain that was on the back of her head from keeping herself awake was now a little warm and wet. Ghoul’s vision took a moment to set right again but even if she couldn’t see exactly where Naeva was about to kick her next, she knew the woman wouldn’t be able to resist doing it again. Ignoring the shockwaves of pain pulsing throughout her skull, Ghoul used her hands that were tied up to push her off the wall with enough force to lift her body at an upward angle. The rest of the momentum was focused on pushing her legs up enough to kick the bitch back. Ghoul missed and her body was flat on the floor, her frustration building while Naeva stood for a moment laughing at her futile attempt.

“You dumb bitch. You aren’t shit when you don’t have your little knives or high off your aurora addiction.” Naeva’s fingers were soon wrapped in Ghoul’s hair, lifting her off the floor and tearing at her scalp. The amount of times someone went for Ghoul’s hair was really starting to make her lose her shit just a little more than usual. 

“Say’s the bitch that follows a man’s orders all the time.” Ghoul croaked feeling like there was blood running down her throat. She probably bit her tongue enough to make it bleed again. “You wouldn’t dare hit me like this if my arms weren’t tied behind my back and we both know it.” 

The array of insults Ghoul spat back was enough to light a flame in Naeva’s eyes and the energy was matched with her fist directly into Ghoul’s face. Another impact that sent stars into Ghoul’s vision and there wasn’t much Ghoul could do to avoid the impact with her head held in place by her own hair and Naeva’s determination to give Ghoul her taste of punishment. She was preparing herself mentally for another hit to the face but Naeva threw her down and kicked her in the abdomen. 

“Are you fucking satisfied yet? Or do you want me to moan your name too?” Ghoul coughed out hoarsely and spit a bit of blood onto the floor. She wasn’t sure if she was determined to make Naeva kill her or if it was the masochist in her that made her want to goad this woman. Her head was down on the cold floor and her knees barely held her up at all. The pain was just consistent ripples that flowed throughout her body dulling with time but still felt in every inch of her nervous system. 

“You’re just a real fucking jokester.” Naeva now bent down and grabbed one of her arms and forced Ghoul up to her feet. When Ghoul started to fall from not being able to balance on her feet immediately, she just roughly pulled her up even more, forcing her on her two feet one way or another. “You know I had real high hopes for you, Rook. You were one I was looking forward to rising in the ranks.” 

“How sweet of you.” Ghoul wheezed as she leaned against the wall by the doorway. She wasn’t ready to move yet her stomach was nauseated and her head ringed from the impacts. Her body had already started to get the unpleasant side effects of aurora withdrawal a few hours ago so all the hits she felt from this woman were magnified tenfold. 

“Yeah, shut the fuck up. You were requested by Delgado.” Naeva said with annoyance as she waited for Ghoul to get back up. Naeva led the way as Ghoul slumped behind her. The way up the stairs seemed longer than when she went down only 24 hours ago. Naeva consistently looked over her shoulder to make sure Ghoul was still following and for once she was just following. Ghoul knew she didn’t have many options left to choose from and at this point she couldn’t fathom why she was even still alive. It was one thing to have been coerced into helping the SysDef but it will be a whole other mountain entirely to assist the Crimson Fleet to evade what the UC has planned.

The final hall before the command center was dimmer than usual and it felt ominous. The two Fleet members that stood guard opened the doors as soon as Naeva was in sight and their eyes were locked onto Ghoul. Watching her as if she were going to attack them at any moment.

Ghoul walked into the low lit command center, the crimson fleet logo lit in the background and a few command consoles lit up and in use. Delgado stood in the middle of the room under the one yellow ray that fell from the ceiling as if he was about to put on a show. Naeva stopped at his right and turned back to Ghoul, the both of them staring at her with impenetrable glares.

“I see Naeva had her fair share of you.” Delgado’s voice was husky and mixed with amusement. Ghoul held her stance, arms tied behind her back, and held her glare. She wasn’t going to die looking like a coward.

“Only because I couldn’t defend myself.” Ghoul retorted with a sly smile as she looked back at Naeva with challenge. The only reason Ghoul followed her so diligently was because she didn’t have a way to try to pay her back for being her temporary punching bag.

“Shut the fuck up, traitor. You should be fucking dead but-.”

“Naeva” Delgado barked her name as a command for her to stop while she was ahead. His arms were crossed and he didn’t bother to turn Naeva’s direction. “Normally in your case, you wouldn't even be breathing right now. But you have options and you better think real carefully before you run that fucking mouth of yours. I’m not interested.”

Ghoul looked at him intently, curious or what these options could even be. She assumed dead right now or dead later but Delgado seemed to have that ambitious look in his eyes that made her want to hope there was something better.

“Are you listening? I am not going to make myself clear twice.” He demanded before proceeding with her ultimatum.

[sithfoot]

Sleep Token is the only thing I want to talk about for the foreseeable future and I’m only finished Acensionism

This band gives me whiplash in the best way