Sleeptoken Stories

who knows going to a sleep token concert would turn Sarah world upside down meeting the mystery lead singer

{WIP} your life is suddenly changed one night when you meet your all-time favourite musician, Vessel, from the British metal-rock band Sleep Token, formed in 2016, London. You and your best friend, Jennifer have been obsessed with them since your middle school years together. The story unfolds one night when you are attending your first ever rock concert with your best friend and things take a turn for the worst.

Sleep Token meets 3am angst. is there a plot? Perchance.

Song fics, about ST :3

Vessel, II, III, and IV have just moved in together. They live in a large log cabin, the house surrounded by forest and wildlife. A peaceful place to rest after their recent tour. Upon exploring the woodland they discover something inhuman. Maybe there's more to this area than meets the eye. How will the band react to these unnatural circumstances? This is about the characters the band uses on stage. Not the people behind the masks. They wear their masks pretty much constantly. I like to picture them in their tmbte masks for this story but imagine them as you like. I write the band as having a platonic relationship. Basically just the stuff they do onstage. I try to keep them 'in character'. ( Edit: It wasn't planned but this has turned into being centered around an oc insert who is an ancient alien deity that the band finds. I wrote this just for my own entertainment but hopefully if you decide to read you enjoy it. Just to make people aware before they read. This is still about the band but it is mostly seen from the oc perspective. Also Sleep has a big part in this story.)

Linked to my other story "worship me". You will find out, in time.

a continuation of "35" Corey and The Mask have become one. They travel the world and indoctrinate thousands of people each day, but there is a force watching them. These moments of beauty could lead to Armageddon if they don't find a way to coexist with those who wish to bury the mask again.

basically, I haven't a clue were I'm going with this story but if u read it i hope you enjoy it. i do not own any of this music or any photos

Before I died no one ever told me what could be on the other side. I was always taught to be afraid of what I didn't know and to not seek out answers. When I took the knife to my wrists I didn't know where I was going, but what I did know was that wherever I was going was nicer than where I was.

Aria DeGhant was a bloodline witch from a bygone era. Fate tore her into the dreamscape and abandoned her into the realm of Arcadia. She became her own Demi Goddess with golden touch, a healer's touch to all who sought her in the decaying kingdom. Time passed slowly in the realm. That was until a mysterious figure roamed the grounds of her temple. Is the masked veiled man a fellow deity or foe?

II and IV have a talk about Vessel, leading to a revelation IV never saw coming.

Vessel was already feeling vaguely crazy that night, but there's something extra batshit insane about walking into a bar an ocean away from home to find some guy covering your own song.

This is the story of a woman made of light-of sacred motion, curiosity, and wonder-who descends into a fractured world to remember who she truly is. It is about trauma, not as tragedy alone, but as a threshold-a place where truth is revealed in what remains after everything else has fallen away. Guided by the presence of a divine counterpart who waits in stillness, and haunted by a distorted echo of herself sent to test her essence, she walks through suffering, shadow, and the unbearable hunger to be understood. She does not escape darkness. She meets it. She does not resist pain. She listens to it. She does not stay pure. She chooses to become whole. This story is not about being saved. It is about remembering the self beneath distortion. It is about the quiet, powerful choice to rise-not untouched, but intact. It is for anyone who has ever questioned their light, who has ever been shattered by longing, who has ever wondered if healing is still possible after breaking. It is a myth of becoming.

based on a post on twitter that I saw on discord Vessel moves to a new city for a better job and leaves behind his friend. He isn't too hyped about it at first, but his neighbors are awfully attractive and it is almost too easy to fall for them. (or in other words I don't know how to do a good summary •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀) currently getting updated regularly but also I keep coming back to fix plotholes XD also I uploaded this originally on ao3 (it's still on there) but I like the comment system here more :) )

One Shot Spoken Worded Poem

When the border between sleep and reality becomes too blurry, making out what's real and what's not is proven to be difficult. ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Cross-posted on Ao3 !

Stormy nights - The ascent on Xira coming soon i don't know if this is mature yet so if that's something you absolutely don't want to read, keep an eye out for if I've rated it as mature when a new chapter comes.

Silas Gray is just your average 27 year old. Well, he used to be. When he moves to a new town, not everything is as it seems. He sees these strange masked people in his dream, more specifically an ancient deity 'Sleep', claiming that Silas belongs to Eden. One fateful day, this dream-or nightmare-becomes a reality, when he is sucked through his bedroom mirror into another dimension: Eden. Here, meets 4 men, going by the names of Vessel, II, III, and IV. Silas wants answers, and he doesn't know if he will get them. Start Date: Monday 2nd October, 2023 Finish Date: -

i've uploaded this to my youtube with voice over, check it out :) @shxegxze this is very deep for me and i don't expect you to understand or relate, but enjoy.