sterreonyx
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Every cat around the Lake knows of greencough, infected wounds, poisoning, and the like. Clan life is mundane, old, boring at times even with those diseases and their fatality--though one rogue decides to spice up everyone's life with just one single bite.
(originally just a oneshot might be more 👍)
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Eyes. Huge, ocean blue, gorgeous eyes.
And they're staring right at him. Into him. Through him.
Vessel feels seen. He feels witnessed. His thoughts surely laid bare to this stranger. The man knows his secrets. He knows what he's done, he knows, he knows—
Vessel's stomach drops right through his body and into the center of the earth. He desperately wishes to follow it. To disappear. But doing that would mean not seeing those eyes ever again. It would be tantamount to torture, condemning himself to starvation after only just glimpsing something so delicious.OR:
A story in which the vessels are all artists. There’s idiots in love. There’s a coffee shop. There’s a memory that none of them can quite hold onto. There may or may not be an old god trapped in a painting.
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- Part 1 of Art!verse
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Maybe the real treasure was the crits we rolled along the way by unworthyhands (dickenstein)
Fandoms: Sleep Token (Band)
17 May 2024
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On a short break from their 2023 concert tour, the boys finally gather at Vessel and II’s house and get into the next chapter of the lore-packed Dungeons & Dragons campaign they’d had to put on hold. Will they successfully navigate the ambitious quest to cut short the rampage of an unleashed deity, wake up Her worshippers, and restore order to the kingdom? Or will the evening be a Critical Fail?
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04 Feb 2026
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His mind wandered more than his own bare feet. He wracked his brain for any kind of memory, any detail to grasp upon, but his labor bore no fruit. There were remnants of something, but nothing stuck out enough to know what it was anymore. At the best of his luck, he could somewhat remember the presence of others, people that once made him feel warm. He might have been loved, once. It had to be true. As for who they were, or even what they looked like, nothing came up. All he had was the knowledge that he had something, and now there was nothing. He was alone.
He groaned with frustration, quelling the feeling of grief over something he could barely conceptualize having. How could he start figuring out where he was if he couldn’t even remember where he’d been?
He paused to take a breath and look up, seeing that the sky was finally clear.
That’s when he saw the moon.
It was mostly intact. Mostly. The bottom of it was cracked open, the inside barely exposed by the angle at which it rested. The glow of the distant sun illuminated it, revealing the deep, blood-red color within.
Evidently, something had been there. Whatever it was, it got out.
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02 Feb 2026
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genuinely obsessed i needed another part YESTERDAY also YES YES YES i HEART EMOJI trans vessel ooohuughh so yummy im excited
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"Weakness was not something Phantom had ever been permitted to show back beneath the ground. His father, a tyrant leader of their pack, came down harshly on anyone who dared to show an ounce of discomfort or disdain. Male or female, grown or child; he was a brutal man with brutal ideals. But despite Phantom’s inept ability to hide his pain, he’d never felt quite like this before. Nor had he trembled quite as much as he had done since coming to the surface."
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Phantom, the new quintessence ghoul, is struggling to adapt to life on the surface. What started as surface sickness has quickly developed into quintessence burn out. And with a reluctance to ask for help, Phantom finds himself down a dark path. It's up to Papa, Aether and the pack to drag him back; kicking, screaming but alive.
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- Part 3 of Loving You's A Blood Sport.
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06 Jun 2024
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He presses his nose to the ground, breathing in deep, taking in the smell of dead earth and sulfur. And he can’t help the tear that rolls down his cheek, can’t help the little piece of him that cries to be pulled free from this Hell.
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06 Jun 2024