#sleep token brainrot

[0hg00dgirl]

Something something...about brain-rotting over Vessel's smile being the most beautiful, heartaching, breathtaking thing I've ever witnessed on the face of this planet.. 🖤

[sleepyfitz]

I need more sleep token moots <3

[blanchebees]

Some iii x iv

double attack from me and @floating-goblin-art

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[changewingwentz]

He’s just the vessel

venting out my weird mood swings 2 days ago, my city was raining hard and the storm soothed my mind a lil, when I first saw his mask the first impression were rotting flesh like, eating it away and it looks like a spider

went to a store I’ve never been to last night and it had a display of fluffy pens, “haha imagine vessel writing the most emotionally driven lyrics with those …..”

[lyannaripper]

So I think spideypool works bc if everyone in peters life always dies then we just pair him up with someone who can't die and gets his jokes right?

I'm going to bed now

[palahnyook]

But my dreams are full of apples, and in the dark my body slowly transforms into fruit: tonsils shrinking to seeds and lungs to cores. I dream of white flowers blossoming under my nails, as if under ice. Then my nails break, open up like clams, and in the finger flesh there are little sticky fruit pearls.

— Paradise Rot, Jenny Hval

I will travel far beyond the path of reason Take me back to Eden, take me back to Eden

— Sleep Token, Take me back to Eden

[krscblw]

so what would you do for me?

[yanyanobsessed]

yandere cult leader who notices you in the crowd, a new member attending worship.

You didn't stand out all that much on your own- But something about you drew them in, calling to them like a lamb for the slab. They didn't understand these feelings, torn by their devotion to their god and this newfound pull to you.

Its only during one fateful morning, when they were helping pass out food to the morning attendees and they heard a laugh, turning to see your face lit up at a joke one of the others had told, that they came to a consensus about it. A horrifying consensus, in their eyes.

You were higher than their god, at least in their eyes. Going against everything they preached- you entranced them in a way that surpassed divinity. They didn't want you to bring them to heaven- they didn't want anything from you, except to experience you, in all of your sublimity.

(I want to expand on this later, but I'm posting this as is in hopes if yall like it yall might be so kind as to send me asks abt it to spur on these here creative juices.. wink wink..)

[chococookiez]

this has 2 saves already even though i haven't talked about it at all so ig there's an audience to throw it out to somewhere . fuck it we ball

WOE. INCOMPREHENSIBLE SLEEP TOKEN INFESTED GABV1EL PLAYLIST BE UPON YE.

[dicktat]

Take me back to Eden

…I need you to see me for what I have become.

[plasterdrain]

tell me this is not fucking satoru words said to suguru when their on break up. (i mean suguru dumped him, lol) BUT THIS IS FELT SO SATORU KFC BREAK UP SCENE IYKYK. YOU WERE MORE THAN JUST SOMEBODY I WAS DESTINED TO MEET. AFTER SATORU BORN THREE MONTHS LATER SUGURU BORN, BOTH OF THEM BEING THE STRONGEST. I JUST WANNA KEEP THIS.

[sleepyfitz]

Is it just me or II gives off the little giant vibe?

Like he has a small stature that of a very patite statue, but as he sits in his throne, where he conquers the stage awe with his beat; his majestic pride that turns him into the most ruthless king that drives its people with his fierce kicks of drums and cymbals, injecting through the veins of every audience to a frenzy mosh pits and headbangs.

There's something about II that is being underlooked, with little appreciation. People would place their attention to Vessel, yes, because he has his own attraction that leaves you breathless with his passionate voice, like a siren on the ocean, concealing your innevitable death and worship to his siren. But II has his own attraction that I think is just immaculate and crazy just like how I first watched his Alkaline offering. Our little eepy II deserves alot of love���️

[hrgves]

A Lucemond band au is a must, please tell me someone has written this

[scarlet-and-ultraviolet]

[palahnyook]

With the coming of words, love writes and is then overwritten; love is marginalia illegibly scrawled in your own illegible hand. In time, love becomes a dense manuscript, a palimpsest of inscrutable, epic proportions, one love is overlaying another, thick and hot and stinking of beds. It's an unreadable mess.

— A Certain Hunger, Chelsea G. Summers

[medicbrainrot]

reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher

Ghost is entering the base gym at 3 AM when he hears a solid thump, followed by a grunt and swearing coming from the obstacle course area. 

"Fuck!... Fuck this…!" 

Ghost stops in his tracks, looking over the area, confused. He decides to investigate the sound, thinking either someone's in trouble, or there's someone who isn't supposed to be there. He slowly makes his way to the obstacle training course.

"What in the bloody hell was that?" He whispered to himself under his breath. 

As he approaches closer, he sees that it's Artemis, Task Force 141's medic. 

"Fuck this! How the hell am I gonna keep up with them?!" She grumbles, unaware of Ghost's presence. 

Simon freezes upon realizing who it is, the freezing overcome by surprise when he connects that it's Artemis, and that it's 3 AM. 

'What is she doing here?' He thinks to himself. He slides his mask off, waiting to see if she'll notice him standing there. 

"Arrrggghhh!" She groans as she kicks one of the obstacles. "I'm never gonna fucking get it!!" 

His lips curl into a smile, he's trying not to laugh as he's watching her. 

"Artemis?" Simon asks, trying to get her attention. Has she still not seen him? 

She turns around at the sound of her name. "Simon!... I… I didn't think anyone else would be here at this hour. What are you doing up?" Her eyes are wide, and her face flushes, mildly embarrassed at getting caught. 

He smiles, walking up to her. "I couldn't sleep. What are you doing here, anyway?" He asks as he comes to a stop in front of her. 

He's slightly curious, but he doesn't want to push her because something doesn't add up. Her eyes are wide, like she's been caught, which she has. It's 3 AM for God's sake. But, he can't make assumptions. 

"Umm…" She stutters, embarrassed at the situation. "I've been trying to work more on the obstacle course, because I feel like I can't keep up with the team on the field… I… I just need more training… But… It's embarrassing to do it when others are watching…" 

Simon's eyebrows furrow in thought. "It's barely past 3 AM, shouldn't you be sleeping? It's a good thing you're taking the initiative, but shouldn't a full night's sleep be more important? You need it if you wanna be at 100% for your duties when the time comes." He says, trying not to sound like he's talking down to her, but more like he actually cares about her well-being. He's a little worried if he's being honest. 

"Yes, but… I just… I worry about being the weak link… I know my primary job is being the team's medic, but I don't want people to have to worry about me on the field… y'know?" She tries to explain. 

Simon nods, understanding her reasoning. She doesn't want to be the weak link, and she wants to be prepared. Makes sense. Everyone has to be on the top of their game when the Task Force works together. "I see your point, but I can assure you, love, no one thinks you're the weak link. We're all a team here, we all care about each other. It's okay, we're not going to let anything happen to you, alright? That includes during missions, we'll keep you safe. I'll keep you safe." He says, trying to lift her spirits. 

"Alright," Artemis sniffles. "Sorry for bothering you." 

Simon shakes his head. "You aren't bothering me. I'm glad you care enough and are motivated enough to try. I truly appreciate it." He says, smiling softly. 

"I'd prefer it if you kept to a normal sleep schedule though. I don't want you to burn yourself out." He adds, gently taking her hand and squeezing it. He just doesn't want her to push herself too hard. 

Artemis nods, squeezing his hand back, and taking a step closer to him. 

He wraps his arms around her shoulders. She needed this, and he knew it. 

"How about you stop for tonight… You've done plenty to prove yourself, right? I mean, you've just ran the course a dozen times on your own. You're clearly prepared." He says gently. 

"How...how did you know I've run it a dozen times? How long have you been standing there?" She whispers curiously. 

His brows furrow, thinking. "I uh… I've been watching… I guess." He says, sounding rather guilty. "Only to make sure you were okay. I didn't want to interrupt. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable.” He says, looking a bit worried.

“No, sweetheart, you never make me uncomfortable.” Artemis says, as she leans her head on Simon’s shoulder.

He chuckled softly, feeling relief at knowing that him observing her didn’t make her uncomfortable.  “Alright, well, let’s go get you some rest, yeah? You need it. That’s a lot of training.” He says, hugging her tighter.

“Okay.” She yawns.

Her yawning signals that she really is tired, and that it’s definitely a good idea for her to go sleep. Simons nods, leading them to her barracks room. 

“Did anyone notice you come out here?” He asks, holding her hand as they walked down the hall. 

“I don’t think so. I’ve…been sneaking to the training room the past couple of nights…and I don’t think anyone has noticed…” She says hesitantly.

Simon turns to her, a look of shock across his face. ‘She’s been doing this for multiple nights?!’ “You’ve been sneaking to the training room? For multiple nights?! Artemis!!” Simon whisper-yells at her, shocked that tonight wasn’t the first time she’d been doing this. 

This was incredibly unsafe to be doing, especially alone. Sleep deprivation combined with intense training could be a recipe for disaster.

“Why didn't you tell me, or anyone else?” Simon asked, notes of concern sounding in his voice.

Artemis’ eyes started to water at Simon’s raised tone. “Because I need to be better…” She says in a small voice.

He sighs, feeling mildly upset. He didn't want her to be upset. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to provide some comfort. “Oh sweetheart, you are good enough…” He says, rubbing gentle circles into her back. “But you’re pushing yourself too hard.” 

He hates seeing her cry, he hates seeing her cry and watching her feel like she isn’t worthy, even though she absolutely is.

“Come on, try to get some sleep. Later we can talk, I’ll make you hot chocolate, the way you like it, and you can tell me more about what’s worrying you. For now, try to get some rest.” He offers softly.

“Ok.” Artemis sniffles. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, love. I understand.” Simon whispers, as he presses a firm kiss to her head. “You’ll be okay. I promise.”

A/N: Thanks for reading! Likes, reblogs, and feedback are appreciated!

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