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Fic: Put It Down Like a Smoke
Fandom: Sleep Token — Rating: Teen
Relationship: III/Ivy
Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Break Up, Smoking
Series: Vignettes from the Void
Words: 1.3k
Summary:
“You told me you had quit.” III just shrugs. Because honestly? He’s sort of past giving a shit. OR: Ivy finds out III is still vaping.
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Notes:
This isn’t intended to be a soapbox against smoking. This is just the author writing out some feelings. Honestly it’s whatever.
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Fic: Discordant Days
Fandom: Sleep Token
Rating: Mature
Relationship: Gen (None)
Characters: Vessel
Series: Vignettes from the Void
Words: 1,175
Summary:
He's heavy. Everything is so fucking heavy. It baffles him. How can a being so devoid of substance be subject to such immense gravity? It’s unbearable. He feels as if his body is being sucked towards the hungry earth, the ground opening its jagged maw to consume him. He wishes it would just get on with it. Let the world swallow him. He knows that if it did, it would spit out his bitter bones in distaste anyway. OR: Vessel is alone. Author is Going Through It, and was writing about their feelings when they realized, "Hey. I know a guy." Pronouns were swapped out and now it's a character study.
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Notes: thank you so much for reading! <3
Fic: Gallery Wall
Fandom: Sleep Token
Rating: General
Relationship: Gen (None)
Characters: Vessel, Sleep
Series: Vignettes from the Void
Words: 605
Summary:
My eyes are hungry, like a man starved. If they are set loose upon something so meager as crumbs, they cannot be torn away from the feast. They devour sunsets. They consume the stars. I gorge them on color and texture and light. And nothing is ever enough. OR: The author wrote about their feelings and once again realized, "I can apply this to my special interest."
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Notes:
this can be read from the perspective of either Sleep or Vessel. reader's choice.
thank you so much for reading <3
