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Just Here to Make the World a Little More Girlypop

Wouldn't you want that, too?

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Writer doing writer-y things

Very, utterly writer-y things

Mixed kid and very white-passing about it

Feeling all the feelings unseriously

Girlypop Litfic Collective

Everything we create has its purpose and its beauty Check me out on Ao3!

alexisvale

First Tumblr post for one of the first Dramione I ever wrote: Draco Malfoy, Literal Sex Doll. Fluffy and smutty and absolutely HEA.

shrodingers-twat

I am in desperate need of funds.

I am going through a moderate lupus flare right now and i honestly feel like death. There is nothing I can do about this but ride it out.

I have severe anemia and I require five iron infusion IV treatments and my insurance is only paying 80%, so I need $200 for that.

My anemia is so bad that I need a uterine ablation but the two appointments I need before I'm considered for it equals out to $100 (that's with insurance).

Things are so bad money-wise and I'm getting no commissions that food scarcity is high. $75 for a week and a half of groceries when paper towels and toilet paper together costs $25 alone is just not enough. If you feel more comfortable sending Walmart gift cards for groceries so you know for sure that that is what it will be definitely going towards i would more than welcome it. I haven't had a proper meal in months except when friends take pity on me.

I'm selling family heirlooms, I'm selling precious items, fuck, I'm so close to selling my ii drumsticks and the thought alone makes me cry.

I've been open about my mother being so depressed that she refuses to do her work, steals my entire disability check, and if she knows about my commission money, she steals that, too.

What I haven't been open about.

- I am going blind because of one on my meds

- without that med i will be institutionalised.

- I'm in stage four kidney disease and I am not getting better.

What i am doing to not make myself seem utterly pathetic.

- I'm trying my hardest to get my mom to teach me how to dictate her notes so that she'll get paid.

- I am making pre-made kandi, bracelets, and earrings at discount prices. I am desperate.

- I'm trying to pick up odd jobs but my Parkinson's and lack of a ride is making it impossible so far.

- I'm selling personal items like crazy.

Guys. I've never been more desperate in my life. I will wash your feet with my hair and oils. Please boost.

Psst... hey kid. Wanna buy a bracelet?

When the Lights Go Red —CH 13 Static in the Wire [Sleep Token / II-Inspired Fic]

Story Summary Chapter Link

What if your situationship was hiding something big—and the internet was about to find out first?

Bina never expected to be elbow-deep in salmon lox and coffee shops, or chasing stories in the East End music scene instead of sleeping.

Ben is quiet. Careful. And evasive enough that it'd be weird if he wasn't so fit.

But this is London—a city where love begins to smell like burnt bagels, too-expensive cologne, and after-venue hours that stretch far out into the thin red line of the horizon. It's easy to get caught up in the headshots and hearsay.

Bina knows one thing. Whatever Ben won't say isn't a secret that can stay hidden for long.

When a leak threatens to expose everything that Bina's not ready to lose, she's left with a choice—get the quote—or protect the boy who never fully told her the truth.

In a city built on buzz and who knows who—some stories aren't meant to be written— but we hit publish, anyway.

Chapter Excerpt

The air in Camden Station wasn’t moist. A tar-like smell protruded out of the station entrance, and it made Ben’s nose hairs stand on end while he stood on the escalator, feeling the slow crawl of the bristles sweeping against Ben’s feet—if they had gone an inch faster, it’d be scraping against his brain instead. His fingers tapped against the rail.

Ben could almost feel the cumulative breath of the ten people behind him pressed against his neck. The noise followed him. The chatter was endless. Everyone talking about what they would do that day. Going to the shops. A woman walking down the left side of the escalator brushed against his elbow. Ben held in the flinch. She was seeing her boyfriend. The man behind him was visiting Mum in hospital. Everything was normal; everything was fine.

He was fine. The overhead lights warmed his skin, as if they were a stage light, creating this greasy sheen on the tile. It made him want to sneeze. Ben knew the choice he was making. Knew that he was being unkind. His hand held tight against the rail of the escalator.

But it was only to him, so that didn’t matter much.

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from unattainable dreams

sleepomen

Is it going good in the garden?

Sleep Token Fanfic Discord?

Hi internet-- Just a thought... either I'm so on the periphery of the ST fanfic fandom that I'm not aware of any Discords, or... are there literally not any? Would either love to know if there's any fanfic Discords for Sleep Token, or if there's not, would anyone be interested in joining one? (Bc low key, I'd be down to make one!)

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Chapter 7 - Repercussions

Sleep Token II x You

NSFW Multi chapter fic

The aftermath of the fight in the yard leaves you questioning your next move. II has an interesting way to distract you from your spiralling.

Out now on my Ao3

**Added note to say, I am totally not losing my mind over the new photos of II that were dropped yesterday by Batterie magazine** 😍🔥

Raine 💙 xx

When the Lights Go Red —CH 9 Ablation [Sleep Token / II-Inspired Fic]

What if your situationship was hiding something big?

Bina never expected to be frothing the midnight oil in coffee shops by twilight and writing about the East End music scene instead of sleeping. She’s tired. But this is London—a city where love begins to smell like burnt bagels, too-expensive cologne, and after-venue hours that stretch far out into the thin red line of the horizon.

When she can’t shake the lonely green eyes of a drummer who never quite tells her the whole truth, Bina starts to wonder what love is supposed to look like when someone keeps part of themselves hidden.

She can’t quite figure it out.

Can Bina put two and two together before the internet does?

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Chapter 9 Excerpt:

Muddy orange light hit the back of her eyes; the tips of her fingers brushed up against the car’s ceiling. Sunrise was over—the red and pinks of morning had turned crisp blue. Ben’s attention was mostly ahead of him as he navigated the motorway, a hand resting on her thigh as Bina acclimated back into the waking world.

“Almost there?” She gave a heavy yawn, body tilting back toward him. “At least the weather looks like it’ll be nice.” Her eyelids still felt heavy—maybe she could get a little more rest. Her eyelids drooped closed. The jolt of Ben’s hand against her shoulder forced her to stay with the living. He laughed at the scowl on her face. “Come on Beens, you’ve got to show a bit more excitement than that! I can’t believe you’ve never been to Bristol.” She closed her eyes again, hands stretching out until she found what she was looking for—dragging calloused fingers back to where they belonged.

The thrum of contentment ached through her body.

The car was a cocoon as they sped down the road. Bristol wouldn’t be going anywhere—she wanted to enjoy this.

Link to Ch. 9 on Ao3