#vessel sleep token

[blanchebees]

Old Sleep token sketches

[ephemeralart-nelandra]

Arcadia ⚔️🪶🦩

So yea... I worked on this for a good bit now.

My hands hurt :)

[top-quality-garbage]

🐋💙

[amparr]

Not sure how I feel about this one

[awingedinsect]

[thecornerofdoom]

Saw this video of Vessel awkwardly staring back at a group of excited fans screaming for him and it never really hit me until now like yeah. What the hell is the socially appropriate reaction to people screaming at you but like. In a fun way. Especially when you’re trying to be mysterious?

Is that awkward? Is it overwhelming? I think I’d probably cry, that feels like so much. Seeing the faces of these people who you’ve affected somehow, despite never speaking a single word to each other personally.

I wonder if it’s all gotten too big. I wonder if it’s relieving that the stage is further up now, that the barrier is farther back. Would you miss it? Miss that connection? The more you reveal yourself, bit by bit as your mask recedes, the further away the crowd becomes. The bigger it is, the less faces you can make out. The story is bigger than you now, there’s artists on the team and on the internet that build bigger skyscrapers of love and ingenuity off of your concepts better than you ever could.

Is that crushing? Is that exciting? Small worlds and quiet bubbles can be lonely but safe, allow for more creative freedoms and experimentation. Do you miss it? Miss those small venues of a few hundred people who had no hope of finding your name, because your band was too small for people to stalk you and find your identity? Are you still there, in that small venue after all this time? Can you see outside the windows, the people spilling into the streets chattering excitedly about your ideas and your stories you tried to convey?

The slogan is that nothing lasts forever. I guess all of this is a testament to that fact.

He should shake ass next time people start cheering for him though, shake things up a bit (literally lmao)

[fathermothwrites]

Canines of the savior

(Inhuman vessel x muse)

This is my second fic yay!!! More people liked the last one than I thought. So I figured I’d just put all my ideas here. I hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: tentacles, blood, dub con sorta, violence, sleep herself, wounds and organ consumption. This one isn’t gonna be for everyone but it was so fun to write. Tread lightly!!

✨NSFW MINORS DNI✨

You weren’t sure how long you had been here. In this dark liminal pool, cool inky waves lapping at your skin. A strange sense of calm overtaking you. As if the water were rocking you soothingly. The quiet sound of ocean drone a lullaby. Staring up at a sky full of stars, twinkling in the Cerulean velvet.

The horizon was indistinguishable from the sky. Blended together as if they were one. Wrapping you in liquid comets, a sight one could only deem holy. Time seemed to slow and speed at once. The stars moving past your eyes rhythmically. Though night never gave way to the day. Instead it felt like you were seconds behind everything around you. Mind processing far faster than your limbs could move.

So you stilled allowing yourself to float along the surface. The water slowly stilling around your form. Reflecting the stars back in a perfect mirror like image. A single moment of entire stillness. Before the water rippled, motion just under its surface. Not yet breaking its mailable tension. The way a wave flowed over a sharks dorsal fin. Teasing at danger before it struck.

You shivered at the movement. Heart picking up as you tried to move. Limbs frozen in place, cemented into their relaxed position. Muscle straining under the composed surface. Ribs restricting a full breath. Eyes snapped open in fear, you could feel it beneath you. Coiling and warm, carefully growing closer. Not yet daring to touch you.

Then all at once it ensnared you. Sleek black tentacles sliding over chilled limbs. Soft slick sounds filling the silence. Suctioning into place around your limbs. Drawing blood to the surface of your skin. Sure to leave perfectly circular bruises in their wake. The smell of saltwater grew overwhelming as you felt a single tentacle wrap around your throat. A warm vice as its tip crept over your cheek.

Pulling your limbs away from your body. Leaving you entirely trapped and vulnerable. The stars seemed to still above you, as if waiting to witness some salient act. Tears slipped just past your eyes. Spilling over your temples, the slick appendage chasing the tear over your cheek. As if whatever was holding you could see your anguish.

Your mind raced through every possible option. You were asleep.. you remembered falling asleep at least. So this must have been a bad dream. You just needed to wake yourself up. Your eyes searching around for any sign you are actually dreaming. The thought of screaming stilled your thoughts. You couldn’t move your body, but you never thought to try and speak.

Your jaw was locked tight. Aching at the strain of trying to open. But a strangled scream still echoed past your lips. Muffled by the sealed flesh. So you continued screaming at yourself to wake up. Your throat burned at the force. Making tears spill past your eyes once more. But you fell silent the moment you heard it.

“Your words are useless here..”

The voice was low, it crackled with power. Like the way thunder boomed just after lightning. It sounded almost taunting, as if your fear fueled attempts were comical. You stared up at the stars praying to anything that could hear you, that you would wake up soon. A deep chuckle seemed to rumble from all around you. The vibration could be felt within and without yourself. The tentacle wrapped firmly around your throat. Slowly unraveled just enough to slip under your jaw.

Gripping it as it forced your head up. Your eyes meeting the large figure just before you. It ate up the darkness around it, like a black hole in the already impossible darkness. Your heart raced so hard you were sure it was going to break your ribs. Gaze never wavering from the sight before you. Perfectly helpless as the figure seemed to glide forward. Walking along the surface of the water with ease. You wished to look away, sure that whatever you were looking at. was worse when you could truly comprehend it.

But fear kept them plastered open. A feeble attempt at control. Needing to see what exactly it was doing, like you could do anything to stop it.

“You don’t know it, but you are so remarkably privileged..”

The being spoke lowly, something just under its tone biting at your remaining composure. Coming into full view in only a few steps. Its looming stature making it easy to cross the space. You winced away from the image before you. Six glassy eyes stared back at you. Reflecting the stars that surrounded the both of you. Ornate golden swirls encircled its skin. Blackened lips parted to show porcelain teeth. Sharpened incisors seemed to glint under the starlight.

Your skin flushed with gooseflesh. The human body’s reaction to something so otherworldly. You watched as the being took another step forward. The golden pattern framing its jaw shifted. Moving art sprawled across a living canvass. Able to take in the form more than before. You watched as the beings toned body moved. The overwhelming strength of its energy, making you wilt against his grasp. Easier now to discern the gender of the being. Each set of eyes stared down at you. Blinking a second out of time with each other. Tilting his head he smiled down at you.

“You are going to witness that which many dream of. I am going to make sure of it”

His tone was sharp reaching out to brush your cheek. Before leaning in impossibly closer to you. “I have heard you, calling out into the darkness. Lonely.. aching, and I have come to take it all away” he spoke as if his words were solid stone. Etched into promise by his tongue. “Be not afraid, I am but a vessel of which you so desperately seek.” His voice seemed far away. Your mind slipping with the feeling of his touch. Leaning towards him as he pulled away.

His presence pulling you in with little effort. “You are with her now, do you feel her.. just below the surface. Wrapped right around your limbs. Leaving you a perfect offering for me to consume” he taunted placing his hands on the thin fabric of your night shirt. Fingers blazing against the wet fabric. Singeing your skin with the smallest contact. “I am prepared to imbibe” he sneered before tearing the fabric leaving you bare. Spider like eyes taking in your form.

All at once you felt them, the slick tentacles breaking the waters surface. Curling over your thighs, encircling your breasts. Pushing up up out of the water. Hovering above the surface like bait for an awaiting predator. Holding you tightly as two worked up the backs of your thighs. Wriggling their way between your bare folds. Holding you apart for the vessel’s hungry gaze. A low growl Emitting from his chest. Wasting little time he surged forward. His hands grasping at every inch of you. Splitting your skin with a clawed grip.

Leaning down to lick at the weeping wounds. Middle set of eyes rolling at the taste. The latter staring intently up at you and down at your spread legs. The taste seemed to awaken something within the vessel. Animalistic growls raked from his throat. Gripping tightly at your hips as he carelessly snapped his hips into you. Stretching you impossibly wide, burning you from the inside out with his heat.

Head lulled forward as he hunched over you. A mix of your blood and his drool dripping down onto your forehead. Salt water and copper mixed in the air. Overwhelming your senses in every way he could. He spoke lowly just above you, words sharp and foreign. in a language undiscovered by man. Ancient as it dripped from his lips. A prayer matched in time with the harsh snap of his hips. Rocking your body against the iron grip of his deity.

A moment completely excluding you. A pound of flesh between a god and her disciple. Middle eyes closed tight in Pleasure. The first staring up into the sky and the latter staring crazed down at your mangled form. Your body ached, muscles screamed and skin burned. But under it all you were teeming with pleasure. Heart racing in time with each thrust. Head falling back as the appendage around your throat eased. Just loose enough to hold you as it slithered up to your lips.

“Welcome her in.. allow her to ease your pain. Wash away your fears with unimaginable pleasure. As I show you the depths of true pain.. in this you will be anew” his voice growled. Stilling his motions as the slick mass pushed past your lips. Filling your mouth with saltwater in its wake. Slithering down into your throat, raking itself back and forth. As if deriving pleasure from fucking your throat.

The vessel above you grew silent for a moment as he took in the sight. A sharp pain running through you as a tentacle pushed into your anus. Filling you entirely with the both of them. Only when you let out a pained whine did the vessel move. Erratically snapping his hips into you. Snarls falling from his dripping maw as he surged forward. Losing himself in the pleasure, he sank his teeth into your shoulder. Sucking down the crimson liquid as it bubbled from the wound.

Hands clawing open your sides, giving way to pink underflesh. The sick smell of copper thick in the air. The water grew warm with your life blood. The being just below letting out a bellowing cry. The vibration causing you to shudder overwhelmed as you felt the coil in your stomach tightening.

“Yes.. yes welcome her in. Give to her your first act of devotion.. come undone from pleasure that which you have been blessed with”

Your eyes stared up at the vessel. Blood dripping from his blackened lips. Eyes unblinking in focus on your features. Moving impossibly fast between your thighs. Bruising the flesh with the force of his hips. You screamed around the intrusion in your throat. Vision going blurry at the edges as you came undone. Waves of pleasure dulling out every thought. Eyes closed tight as you writhed. Unable to keep still as you gave in. The vessel followed soon after. A broken growl breathed into your shoulder as he crumbled under the pressure.

Pulling away only once you took every drop of his offering. Staring down at your bloodied and bruised body. A sickness settled in his smile, stepping back as the goddess eased herself out of you. Leaving you entirely empty. The pleasure fading away to allow the agony to seep back in. “Good, you are bound for accession.. I will be there in hopes that you will survive it. My offering to be accepted and returned to me in time” his words were barely audible over your shrill screams.

Body contorted in agony, vision blurred with tears and blood loss. You heard the bones breath before you felt it. Pushed up through your chest. A sharp tug and a sickly tearing. And suddenly it was gone. No warmth, no unwavering torment. A single tentacle raised from the wound. Cylindrical puncture plugged with its only width. Holding out a bloodied mass, unmoving as it dripped with syrupy blood. Vessel took it eagerly, both hands welcoming the heart. Bringing it to his lips, sinking his teeth into the warm relic.

Entitling himself to your quintessence. Ensuring he would be the only one to have you this way. He would wait however long it took for sleep to return you to him. Watching as he devoured the organ entirely. Before his deity ensnared you, yanking you beneath the waters surface. His image blurred by the blackened bloody water. Dragging you under into the awaiting jaws of sleep.

A perfect offering, one that had been long sought after. Though far from the last that she would demand of her vessel.

[shittybundaskenyer]

My blood beats so alive, might tear right through my skin <- me while drawing this in a frenzy

[blanchebees]

Ruined his new fit :/

[vanmec]

THE CYCLE MUST END

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[bonncy]

"Well, my past is a holy book, a call from Olympus, ringing off the hook."

[elkkiel]

thank you @vix2section for the TMBTE vinyl!! please accept this spinny little friend as a token (👀) of gratitude 🩷🩷🩷

[sleepiestoken]

i'm a winged insect you're a funeral pyre

[floating-goblin-art]

Gentle

[top-quality-garbage]

has anyone named the fucking thing yet?