It’s been a very long time! I’m so sorry about that, I should have updated yall much sooner. I don’t come baring good news unfortunately.
As many of you can see, I have stopped writing. I am no longer as passionate about the Sleep Token Fandom as I once was. I can’t seem to bring myself to write for this fandom any longer. Though I still do write and draw a little, it is mostly for my OCS snd their stories.
I will not bore yall with too many details but all of the characters I used in the Sleep Token Fandom have been changed to better fit.. a general? Fandom? Meaning I use them as their own world and activities. While they are involved, they are not the main characters.
Yet again I am SO sorry it took me so long to post this. Everything I have written will continue to stay up as I know people continue to read them.
I may not be active but I’m watching yall lol. Ive been having major writers block for the past few months but I am hoping to get a request done HOPEFULLY.
I may also do a little thing I’ve never done before, make a prompt list for yall! Anyone can use it if I do make it, writer or artist. I would just love to see yall!
Consuming and feasting grew harder and harder for Vessel. Many times it felt like a waste of a human life, but Sleep demanded it. Vessel was not one to question his god, but Elliot was.
From the moment that Vessel laid his head to rest after nearly a week of no sleep, Elliot was awake. He would gasp and cry, scream as he finally had control over his being.
The mind planes were no friendly place, the emptiness always haunted Elliot as did the whispers. For here in the quiet of his mind, Elliot was frozen to watch himself kill for survival.
Elliot sighed softly as he finally felt more alive than before. He lay on his spot on the hard floor, eyes staring up into the endlessly black and reds. He doesn’t sure how long he had stayed quiet, only making a sound when the quiet sobs turned harsh. For there is nothing to do in the mind planes, no time to explain how long you’ve been locked away.
Sadly, it rarely bothered Elliot anymore, instead, he used this time for good. He reflected heavily on his actions, understood the many times his therapist attempted to explain and realized how cruel of a man he was to August.
Elliot wiped away a stray tear, blinking and closing his eyes with a heavy sigh. His arms set crossed against his stomach, resting in the most comfortable position he could. A weight, a presence, placed itself on top of his lap, resting there with a soft delighted hum.
“You seem relaxed my first, how is the endless void treated you?” Sleep laughed softly, taking Elliot’s hand into his.
But the blonde didn’t even dare to open his eyes, simply allowing for Sleep to maneuver his body to his want. There was no point in fighting the god, he tried and sadly learned how unbearable silence can be.
“It’s treating me just fine Sleep. He-I’ve been doing well, haven’t I? No fighting back?” Elliot’s voice, hoarse from how little he uses it.
Sleep hummed softly, bringing Elliot’s pointer finger to his mouth. He placed a gentle kiss, basking in the way Elliot seemed to shudder. “You have been wonderful, but I fear you may be going off track again.”
The confession caught Elliot off guard, forcing him to snap open his eyes to the man sitting in his lap. He shot the god a confused look, worry filling him as he wondered how he had gone wrong.
“You seem to not understand I am a god of many. You seek my attention daily, begging for me to keep you company,” Sleep sighed almost annoyed, “I believe it is time I treat you to a friend, a lover.”
Relief flooded Elliot, he wasn’t going to be alone anymore. But he was quickly hit with dread, he wasn’t going to be alone anymore. Someone else was going to be subjected to the constant torture that came with being Sleep’s vessel.
“Are you sure..? You can’t just—I don’t know—be there for me?” Elliot asked, his voice strained as he held back the fear in his tone.
Sleep chuckled at how amusing he was. The sound, while soothing, had begun to haunt Elliot. The god rolled his hips slowly, pulling a deep groan from the man below him. “I already am, my love. But for when I cannot be, I must get you another pet, yes?”
The way Sleep described another vessel as a pet made Elliot’s blood turn cold. He knew better than to speak against the god, to just smile and nod in acceptance.
I told y'all I would be revamping my tumblr! Slowly but surely I am but it's been such a pain. I'm mostly starting on my series first as it is sooo much easier to do a group. Wish me luck y'all I'm taking a nap LOL
Have you ever been in a state of awake yet asleep? Where your body and mind work on their own, leaving you sitting to watch through your own eyes? Have you ever sworn you were awake just for a moment later a voice from beyond echoes in your mind, calling your name… Elliot has.
A soft muse of a voice called for him, nudging his subconscious to wake up. He groaned softly as the voice filled out, becoming louder and more clear.
“Elliot~ Elliot~ It’s time to wake up~” The man’s voice called softly, chuckling as Elliot brought his hands to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
The blonde tried to roll over, tried to silence the voice but the man persisted. He muttered weakly, “Let me sleep...”
The man’s voice cooed at him as though he was a small child. Elliot wanted to be angry, to be mad but the way the man ran his fingers through his hair so tenderly, he couldn’t help but sigh.
Slowly he opened his blurry eyes just to blink away the fog. Elliot was met with a man, tall and attractive. He smiled down at him, soft fangs poking at his plush lips. It sent a shiver down Elliot’s spine, a mix of fear and arousal stirring in his stomach.
“There you are… How was your nap on my beach?” The mysterious man asked, still tenderly touching Elliot.
The blonde paused for a moment, briefly glancing around him before quickly scooting away from the man. “Who-who the hell are you?!”
His heartbeat quickened as he felt his chest, his arms. He was supposed to be dead yet here he sat on a beach of red sand and even redder water. At that moment he noticed the trees had swallowed the opening, leaving it so he could not escape.
Elliot’s breathing quickened as he hugged himself tight, frantically looking around at the many red flowers decorating the beach.
The man before him sighed and stood to his full height, perfectly towering over Elliot. Even in the moment, he understood if he tried to fight back, nothing good would come out of it. He feared the nearly 7-foot-tall man would crush him under his gaze.
“My name… is Svefn but you will forget that name shortly and only refer to me as Sleep.”
Sleep. The name took the breath out of Elliot’s lungs as he scrambled through the beautiful red flowers. A wash of panic flooded him as Sleep stepped closer, closely watching his pathetic attempts to escape.
Elliot whined high in his throat, soft tears pricking in his eyes. “Please... Please I’m sorry I didn’t mean to intrude..!”
His pleas fell on deaf ears as he backed into someone. He blinked and Sleep was gone, now standing idly behind him. The man, creature even, bent down and lifted Elliot as though he weighed nothing to him.
“Don’t fear little one… I invited you here.” Sleep mused while placing Elliot on his feet, “I wish to offer you salvation, partnership, and eternal love.”
“W-what..?” Elliot stared bewildered while Sleep brushed the sand off his shirt, righting the small wrinkles. Once he deemed Elliot’s clothes fit, he grasped his chin, tilting his head upwards to stare into his eyes.
“Elliot my dear, I saved you.” Sleep expressed with deep concern, “I fixed your wounds, I breathed life into you…”
Face twisting in confusion, Elliot forced his chin from the man’s grasp and glanced at his arm. Shock rushed over him, forcing him to quickly look at Sleep in awe. “How did you…”
His question prompted a laugh from Sleep, a deep chuckle that coated Elliot’s nerves in sickly sweet calm. How had Sleep healed him? Healed his gaping wounds to nothing but simple scars? The skin itself wasn’t even raised, acting as though the wound had healed years ago. But Elliot’s mind didn’t allow him to care, forcing him into a deep state of happiness.
The ginger leaned down, nosing gently at Elliot’s nose, forcing him to jerk slightly but stay still. “I am no man, little one… Welcome to my home, Eden.”
“Eden…” Elliot muttered, eyes closing as he basked in the gentle words, “What are you, Sleep..?”
Sleep grasped at Elliot’s hips, pulling him closer to press against one another. Instinctively Elliot brought his hands to Sleep’s chest, bracing himself as he hummed pleased.
“I am a god my darling, a god offering you your greatest desires.” Sleep mused while gently rubbing his thumb into Elliot’s hip, “Offering you love and eternal partnership, do you accept? Wish to become my vessel for my love?”
The offer seemed odd, maybe even strange coming from a man who deemed himself a god. Elliot wanted to speak out, to question him, but the touch was intoxicating. It lured him into trusting Sleep, to believe that he would always be there...
Elliot found his mouth opening to speak on its own, the words “I accept…” spilling from him with a soft needy whine. Sleep’s smile turned seductive, pleased with himself as he leaned down to press a rough kiss against Elliot’s lips. It drew a shocked gasp from the blonde’s lips as he relaxed into the forceful movement.
I made this announcement on my Blueskys 🦋, but I feel like it needs to be heard here as well. I am extremely thankful for every one of yall and every opportunity that has come with being in this fandom.
Unfortunately I am unsure if I am going through an extreme burn out or writers block at this moment. As many of you can probably tell, my writing has slowed down to a stop. I no longer am as passionate about what I want to write anymore. I am unsure if this stems from the fact my full fledge stories are not getting the love I need they need.
I can understand the want for smut and smut being more popular out of the writings. I have had people express to me the lack of x readers in the fandom, which I myself see as well. But due to my lore stories not being viewed, I feel as though I cannot express excitement to bring you x reader smuts.
Not many of you know, but when I write my x readers, I attempt to portray the characters that are being written into my lore stories. Whether that be their end game or the beginning. Due to the… lack of passion (I’ve said this a lot) I do not think I can continue writing for now.
Yet again, I thank every single one of yall for following me along this journey. I hope to see you soon and bring you more creative writing once I bring back my fire.
I would like to add to this as there has been a recent update on my life. I am estimating to be able to have more free time starting in April.
Why I say this now? Well I’ve been wanting to write a few things but haven’t had the time to due to working possibly 2 part time jobs and going to school full time.
I openly wish to share my ideas with you, my love and my slowly regrowing passion. It pains me to not be able to share as I used to.
But with that in mind, I MAY try to blurb out some of my Modern Magic + Tattoo + Runaway AU for the vessels. I am CRAVING giving yall that drunk Vessel crying to III while eating his sad dessert
I made this announcement on my Blueskys 🦋, but I feel like it needs to be heard here as well. I am extremely thankful for every one of yall and every opportunity that has come with being in this fandom.
Unfortunately I am unsure if I am going through an extreme burn out or writers block at this moment. As many of you can probably tell, my writing has slowed down to a stop. I no longer am as passionate about what I want to write anymore. I am unsure if this stems from the fact my full fledge stories are not getting the love I need they need.
I can understand the want for smut and smut being more popular out of the writings. I have had people express to me the lack of x readers in the fandom, which I myself see as well. But due to my lore stories not being viewed, I feel as though I cannot express excitement to bring you x reader smuts.
Not many of you know, but when I write my x readers, I attempt to portray the characters that are being written into my lore stories. Whether that be their end game or the beginning. Due to the… lack of passion (I’ve said this a lot) I do not think I can continue writing for now.
Yet again, I thank every single one of yall for following me along this journey. I hope to see you soon and bring you more creative writing once I bring back my fire.
