#sleep token oc

[url0calnb]

What if what if what if what if

Ok what if I made a sleep token oc and they play the violin (I was half asleep when I drew this so it's kinda shit but I fw it but I'll probably change it up a bit)

(Again, based off the characters told through song, lore, and on stage and my interpretation of said lore, NOT the real people!)

[soul-has-left-the-chat]

Baby Token doodles

[ghcstcd]

God please do share your sleep token sketches more (as possible ofc) I live for the way you draw vessel and future and sleep 😭❤️

Thank you :')

[ask-c0rvix-vessel]

Do you ever sit down and cry because you don’t interact enough and your band mates are almost nonexistent to you and you just can’t stop that

and also the guy in your band you were closest to is probably dating somebody I’m pretty sure

i should stop thinking I hate this just like why brain why are you so mean I just wanna have that

[dewracle]

☽・・𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗・・☾

Summary ᴱᵈᵉⁿ ʷᵃˢ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐᵗ ᵒᶠ, ᶠᵃⁿᵗᵃˢᶦᶻᵉᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ. ᵀʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵈᶦᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᵈᵃⁿᵍᵉʳᵒᵘˢ ᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉⁿˢ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵗʳᵘˡʸ ᵇᵉ. ˢᵃᶜʳᶦᶠᶦᶜᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵘᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵇᶦᵈᵈᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵘᶦᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵖᵖˡᵉ, ᵍᶦᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ. ⱽᵉˢˢᵉˡ ˢᵗᵒᵒᵈ ⁿᵒ ᶜʰᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵃˢ ʰᶦˢ ˢᵃᶜʳᶦᶠᶦᶜᵉˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵐᵉᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰ ˡᵒᵛᵉ, ᵖᵃᶦⁿ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ. ᴴᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡ ᶠᵃʳ ᵇᵉʸᵒⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᶦᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉ ᴱᵈᵉⁿ. ᵂᶦˡˡ ʰᵉ ᵇᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵍᶦᵛᵉⁿ ᵒʳ ʷᶦˡˡ ʰᵉ ˢᵘᶠᶠᵉʳˀ ᴶᵒᶦⁿ ʰᶦᵐ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ˢᶦⁿᵏˢ ʰᶦˢ ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵖᵖˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵃᶜᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒⁿ.

❥ Chapter 1 ➛ ᵀᵃᵍˢ: ᵈᵒᵐᵉˢᵗᶦᶜ ᵛᶦᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ, ᵖᵃˢᵗ ˢᵉˣᵘᵃˡ ᵃᵇᵘˢᵉ, ᵐᵃⁿᶦᵖᵘˡᵃᵗᶦᵛᵉ ᵇᵉʰᵃᵛᶦᵒʳ, ˢᵘᶦᶜᶦᵈᵃˡ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉⁿᶜᶦᵉˢ, ˢᵉˡᶠ⁻ʰᵃʳᵐ, ᵉˣᶜᵉˢˢ ᵃˡᶜᵒʰᵒˡ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵘᵐᵖᵗᶦᵒⁿ, ᵈʳᵘᵍ ᵃᵇᵘˢᵉˀ ❥ Chapter 2 ➛ ᵀᵃᵍˢ: ˢˡᶦᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒⁿ⁻ᶜᵒⁿ, ᵉᵐᵒᵗᶦᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵐᵃⁿᶦᵖᵘˡᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ, ˢˡᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵉᵐᵒⁿᵒ⁽ˀ⁾, ❥ Chapter 3 ➛ ᵀᵃᵍˢ: ᴱᵃᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵈᶦˢᵒʳᵈᵉʳ, ˢᵗᵃʳᵛᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ, ᶦⁿᵗᵒˣᶦᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵉˣ, ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵘᵐᵖᵗᶦᵒⁿ, ˢˡᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᵖʰᵒᵇᶦᵃ

[miss-multi45]

every vessel has their own sound that only they can produce. they can all growl, purr, and hiss, yes. but they all have a sound unique to them.

vessel - roar

ii - eerie meow

iii - hyena 'laugh'

iv - tiger chuff

v - fox cry

[theweightlessness-recedes]

You want Sleep Token Incorrect Quotes? Sure, here is Part 1.

Also I included my ocs.

Let's begin!!

( Been inspired btw. )

Vessel: So, Sleep is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Espera: Why?

Vessel: Because I've caught them trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Sleep, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

-

II: Good night.

Vessel: Sleep tight.

Sleep: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself.

II: Great, now Vessel's crying.

-

Azul: The Ocean is a soup.

Descend:

Descend: Do elaborate.

Azul: What are needed for something to be a soup?

Descend: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.

Azul: *Tilts head*

Descend: The Ocean is a Soup.

Azul: The Ocean is a Soup.

-

III: Name something you believed in as a child that you no longer do as an adult.

II: Myself.

-

Ace/VII: I'm usually that person who has no idea what's going on.

-

Sleep: What does “take out” mean?

II: Food.

Ace/VII: Dating.

III: Murder.

IV: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

-

III: Do you support gay rights?

IV: I’m literally gay.

Sleep: They’re avoiding the question!

-

Azul: We need to distract these guys.

Ace/VII: Leave it to me.

Ace/VII: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

II and III: *immediately begin arguing*

-

Azul: Am I right, Descend?

Descend: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

-

II: What? I'm not aggressive!

III: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips?

II: Survival of the fittest, [B-WORD!]

-

Vessel: Self-care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes back and hits you in the face with the force of 7 very large trucks.

-

II, to III: All right, let’s tell each other a secret about ourselves. I’m going to go first– I hate you.

-

Descend: *Gets down on one knee*

II: Oh my god! It’s finally happening! Descend: *Collapses* II: The poison’s kicking in!

-

Sleep: I have met some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me.

Well, done I guess-

[ghostkingart]

smooching the eepy boys

(sketch, I'm too tired to finish this rn)

[asknamelessghoul-shiek]

Do you have any other band ocs?

what about sleep token drink headcannons? Like stuff they’d drink lol

I can just list them lol

Ghost BC ocs 🫶🏻 ——— Shiek (Eras III - IV)

Lance (Eras late I - II)

Vanity (Era I)

Sleep Token Oc 🎭

Corvix / Vessel XII

Maelstrom BLVCK Oc 🦇

Orcus / Vision VIII

also yes you can ask about them.

Unrelated: Vessel drinks sparkling water but only that Ice brand stuff (cherry I bet), II drinks monster I feel like but only the Blue monster cans (sugar free I think), III probably like only drinks water like the gorgeous basic bitch he is, and IV drinks Coffee. Black, no sugar no cream (maybe a little cream he’s not evil)

[that-unfortunate-crow]

Screw it, I'm designing a Sleep Token OC. A Sleepsona if you will.

[ancientbygone]

[oc token] vess deserves to smoke sometimes, as a treat

[soul-has-left-the-chat]

Uhmmm Want by Taemin here

Anyway I really like how this one came out :p

Tried something a little different

I think I really like blue

[ghcstcd]

I forgot to share this quick sketch of Future in the new outfits for the fates :')

[ask-c0rvix-vessel]

update the doors are shut I can’t get back inside

it’s still raining my body paint is washing off guys please can I go to bed 🥺

sadly sticks my paws under the door to make you open it

[dewracle]

☽・・𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗・・☾

❥ Chapter 1 ➛ Word Count - 3,785

ᶠᶦᶜ ᵐᵉⁿᵘ ��� ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵒⁿ ᵃᵒ³

t was always pathetic to him, choking back Abilify and Prozac daily just to fit in. The bitter taste of pills and water coupled well with the stale office air nearly weekly. Bored expressions and constant headaches just for him to be told,  “I’m sorry Mr. Burns, we need to up your medication.”

As though it was helping him with the near-nightly delusions and aching addictions. To him, it was nothing but an extra trouble he felt as though he didn’t want to go through. Did it help? Or delay the inevitable.

Elliot would properly say it only did the latter, keeping him on the edge of his downfall long enough to tease him. He had his beautiful girlfriend August to thank for holding him together for so long. He loved her dearly, loved her so much he slowly learned he was suffocating her. 

"Babe- Look I just- ugh!" She shouted in frustration. Her beautiful red curls bounced in the light like Elliot had always loved. Yet the eyes he fell for held anger and tears. "I can't keep doing this! I can't keep up with the constant controlling!"

Slowly her words fell onto his ears, keeping him glued to their old beat-up couch. What did she mean? Why was his love so angry and upset with him? He had done nothing but kept the same.

Elliot leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched the small woman sniffle and sob to herself. He tilted his head, the blonde strands following the movement. "What constant controlling? Darling, my love, what are you talking about?"

His voice was confused, and curious as August continued to pace around their living room. Yet even his concern didn't stop her from lashing out at him, lashing out at him for being nothing but a good boyfriend. 

"Every single second since we graduated college you've been down my throat!" August's soft-spoken voice cracked with a fear he knew all too well, "You pick my clothes for me, what I eat, who I talk to. Where I fucking work?!"

Her reaction caught his attention enough to warrant him standing slowly. His movements were calculated as he approached his frantic girlfriend. Every step he took closer to her, August's breath quickened. The fear in her eyes grew as he reached to comfort his love through a panic attack. 

"I mean look at you love... It's only because you need me too- You're a mess, my beautiful mess." Elliot tried to coo and comfort August.

"N-no I wasn't. I was fine... I was learning. I didn't need you to-" She flinched away, backing herself nearly into the recliner. 

Instinctively Elliot reached for August, grabbing her by her forearm and yanking her to his chest. Her breathing hitched, stuttering in pure shock and terror as she was dragged closer to the male. 

"You didn’t need me to what... Treat you so nicely and give you everything you wanted?" Elliot cooed softly, leaning closer to his love. He noses gently against her auburn curls, humming softly at her lovely scent. 

Yet she only trembled, shook in his arms, and jerked as he smelled her. August’s hands reach to Elliot’s button-up, palms flat against his chest and gently pushing. Her arms shook as the tears flowed heavily.

"It's not nice Elliot... I have to hide the bruises and I c-can't keep doing this.." August whimpered, using all her strength to shove her way out of Elliot’s arms. The force of the push knocked her out of his arms and into the recliner with a loud bang.

She landed with a yelp as her head hit the armrest, her vision now spinning as she watched Elliot stand above her. The man was never known for his patience behind closed doors and here August knew she was screwed. 

“No. No, you can keep doing this. You will keep doing this.” Elliot snarled as he grabbed her leg. 

His grip was bruise-deep, littering her with even more of the blue-black the small girl had learned to live with. He yanked her forward, pulling her hips off the armrest and into his. August’s eyes widened with terror as she realized what she was feeling. Elliot was hard from her fear, from her fear.

“If you let me go and let me leave I won’t tell anyone what you did!” August screamed as she tried to kick and hit at Elliot’s chest and groin. However, due to the size difference between the 5’3 woman and the 6’2 man, she did little to no damage to him. 

The blonde’s head tilted to the side, soft blue eyes locked with her green ones. “Why would you tell anyone about what I’ve done? You love me right.. right August?”

“No! I don’t! I don’t love you!” She screamed, “Because if I tell anyone you’ll never see me again!” August whaled, slapping at Elliot’s hands, “Why would I love someone who hurts me!?”

He’ll never see her again… Slow dread wormed its way into Elliot’s mind at the statement replayed over and over again. He needed to see her… His love wouldn’t do that right..? He was enough for her? He had to be! The Rest On AO3

[miss-multi45]

sleep, appearing as a tall figure wearing a black cloak: I'm extremely confused.

v, who just wanted some water in the middle of the night: you're confused? I'm fucking confused, man.