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  • Road to Arcadia || Vessel Fan Fic by kadikeks
    kadikeks
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      Parts 18
    „If there is an Arcadia, it's a life where our bodies are ours." Kida knows the Otherworld! The Otherworld knows her! She has survived these gruesome ancient deities, by spending time with Sleep, whenever she slipped from reality. And following that voice of her beacon home. That voice became her safety... A safety that was ripped from her. Something she wanted to experience again so desperately. Something that now belonged to Sleep...
  • SELENE ◇ Sleep Token by lil_cherubim
    lil_cherubim
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      Parts 5
    Sleep. A made up god. Primordial deity that he dreamt up promising him glory and fame in exchange for his utmost devotion. It was supposed to be just a metaphor. A gimmick. A concept he can hide behind or the sieve to prevent the chunks of himself he doesnt want to share to slip through. So why oh why? Is one of their nicest roadie, their precious friend... naked, straddling his lap with runes they made up all over her body, "Oh my dearest V̏̅es̙͈̃se̝l͟͠.." A sharp salacious grin that looks off in her once soft face. Black out eyes staring at his soul like he is a lost belonging found "Mate.. What. the. fuck." ᛑᛗᛛ An enigmatic band. An uncanny girl possessed by their made up god. One tour to fix it all and get her back. while eldritch comedy and cryptic shenanigans afoot. Romance is a dead dove she cant eat apparently. ⦯⃦̩∩⃥̸⃡⦮⃦̩ ᛑᛗᛛ ⦯⃦̩∩⃥̸⃡⦮⃦̩ Sleep Token x Possessed!OC
  • Confessions of a Roadie by QuoththeQuokka
    QuoththeQuokka
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      Parts 8
    A/U-ADJACENT SLEEP TOKEN FANFICTION! I MADE UP EVERYTHING! I AM NOT OUTING REAL PEOPLE! THAT BEING SAID, OBVIOUSLY, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT! Summary: All Cecelia wants to do is disappear. She escaped an abusive relationship. She is surviving. A last-minute offer from her uncle to join a world tour as a roadie gives her what she needs - the ability to put space between herself and the man that convinced her she could never be able to work in music again. The rules are simple: sign the NDA, do the job, and don't ask questions. Everyone on tour knows the identities of the masked musicians...everyone except her. When an awkward, soft-spoken crew member introduces himself as "Cal," she assumes he's just another face behind the scenes. What she doesn't know is that he's hiding the biggest secret on the tour-and after one conversation, he's already terrified of telling her the truth.