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Vessel x reader (touch me)
His dark lips gently moved over my face not like a kiss but the way a cat will rub against your legs. He was feeling you in such an intimate way. Nothing of lust or greed or out of gain in his game. Your body rest across his right arm bend having your head in his forearm his Palm felt your hair and held your bare neck not in a grip but in a way to keep you still. Other hand was moving along your body over your shoulder to your hip. He was like an archeologist. As if he has discovered an ancient item but an item of gold. He worshipped his goddess sleep with nothing but loyalty with an undying love. But as you laid before him. He felt a connection a need. Nothing to gain or lose. He understood his goddess and even tho he could never hold her or see her he valued the women she brought to him. He was loyal but wanted more and to have you here made him so hypnotized,lost, lured into a dangerous dangerous trap. He refused to speak. The way you laid so relax so trusting so beautifully made a faint very very faint smile rest on his lips. From the color of your eyes down to the color of your hair to the length it was if the goddess herself had laid in his arms. He held no power no goal nothing. Just you letting him touch you letting his dark lips hands and body touch you felt like a sin you giving an aura of white then him head to toe in blackness. He could only marvel at you. He desperately wanted to sink into you. A need he never knew until now as everything around him was blurry your face was all his focus. He felt ashamed to even look to your body in amazement. If you were a statue he put you on the same alter as his beloved goddess ask the goddess to use you as a vessel for his own selfish desires. He knew his thoughts were selfish. He knew his mind was pledged with very unclean and dangerous thoughts. A possession comes over him as he leans closer lips kissing your cheek following down to your shoulder. Your soft skin against his lips made him so so greedy. He wanted to kill for you or die for you. He wanted to speak but his tongue was so trapped by you and you laid here silent in his arms not even speaking or looking at him managing to leave him speechless a man with so much to say and sing about left wordless to your presents. He wanted to beg to you. He held you in the flesh and bone and yet he needed to know you were real that you were alive. He brought his hand up speaking lowly “ open your eyes” when you listened he next to wanted to tell you to close them again his chest tightened and he felt overwhelmed by you. You know looking up at him made his mind blank his face under the mask complete in awe of you. Knowing you allowed a man who is far from what you need hold you made him just so possessive but angry you so much better,so so beautiful, so prefect. It made him angry to know you aren’t kept locked away like how people put gold in safes how countries hide their relicts in big building keeping guard to protect what is so precious. How he wished to keep you like this forever. His eyes meet yours. Hid with no color but wanting to absorb your color eyes. He lean closer inches from your face. You could hear him breathe you could read his eyes completely understand him, gently you touch his mask moving to connect lips with him the motion alone almost made him fall. But he returned the kiss., kissing you like as soon as he let go death herself was going to grab him by the robe dragging him away to a darker realm. His hand held the back of your neck possessively as his other cup your cheek. He held his breath just wanted you to never pull back but you do with a gasp and a smile that brought him almost to tears. He never tell a soul if he could keep you. He write in the holy text of your control of your beautiful soul. How he wished you to know his goddess and how he wished his goddess was you.
Cara eu realmente pensei que colocar todo esse azul ficaria feio mas ficou bonito
Man I really thought putting all that blue on it would look ugly but it turned out pretty
Ei não se esqueça de chegar o criador original e mais uma coisa valeu
Hey don't forget to get the original creator and one more thing thanks
vessel my lil meow meow
lil blep too
Doodle requests are open btw <3
-open to slight nsfw
-multiple ships
-silly content
-just no vore /gore /hardcore stuff like smegs... (i am soft baby cant draw pp and kiffie)
-still lerning fursonas.. So idk if i can draw those yet.. Cat girls or boys and dog boys or girls are okay tho..
Last few doodles before i go to bed lmao
Enjoy~
Bro i only listened to bloodsport now and i bawled my eyes out and my heart got crushed to pieces when i heard vessel cry 😭😭😭
You are my favorite person in the internet now
touch starved!vessel x touch starved!gn!reader headcanons
so, so much kissing, he leaves you breathless and keeps going after that
you belong to him, all of you
the first time he touched you, you immediately hugged him as tight as you could
vessel couldn't stop kissing your neck, he squeezed your waist and when he wasn't kissing your neck he was roughly making out with you
he likes when you're making out with him and you're trying to pull away, and you try to go backwards but end up going against a wall. so he roughly presses his body against yours, pins you to the wall and keeps kissing you
sex is so goddamn passionate and touchy now, his hands are anywhere he can squeeze, rub, slap, or just run his hands down
has his hands on you whenever he can
soft cuddling too, he plays with your hair and scratches your back
runs his forked tongue over the front of your neck to tease and fluster you
tries his best to soothe your anxiety whenever it becomes too much to handle
@whooshioart
Do you ever have that urge to make out with your own art?
*stares at my vessel doodle*
*gulps* Yeah... That would be weird...
IM BACK BABY. And i have been super obsessed with sleep token so heres a vessel doodle while i try to regain my art brain from the clutter
Pleass tell me i wasn't the only one who saw this and thought "eminem"
Please i need a fic about vessel and reader both having VERY obvious oral fixations.
A LOT of kissing cuz they couldn't keep their mouths from eachother
Maybe both super touch starved (projecting so hard rn)
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASEPLE-
this is fucking insane i thought it was a picture of him. holy shit
after 9 months ive finally finished this painting omfg
My blood beats so alive, might tear right through my skin <- me while drawing this in a frenzy
Emergence was a great song and I had to honor it somehow 🫡
Meridanne and Epon
Meridanne challenged the Mantis Lords. It didn't end well: she lost her warrior status in the tribe, and was exiled. Her wounded pride led her to develop a sour and very aggressive character.
She accidentally found a vessel escaped from the Abyss, and when they didn't leave, after threatening them, she decided to teach them to fight and gave them a name: Epon.
She hates wasting time, not having a purpose, and hates Epon's obsession with ribbons.
Epon are a vessel escaped from the Abyss. Somehow they managed to get to the Fungal Wastes, where they came across Meridanne. Fascinated, they began to follow her, regardless of the threat they receice, until the mantis decided to train them.
Epon are skilled with the spear, and tend to use souls very little. They are curious, enjoy annoying Meridanne and love to confront other opponents. They spent most of their Geo on ribbons.
(Names based on this)
Who is this? A vessel escaped from the Abyss? Someone who keeps a secret? A Hollow Knight oc?! Dunno.
Someone wanna give them a name?
||"Darkiplier is it ?"|| #darkiplier #celine #damien #darkiplierart #blueandred #vessel #mirror #whokilledmarkiplier #mansion#mayor #vessel #gobacktosleepnow #scary #hype #youtube #drawing #edit #sketch #runningformylife #neverlookingback #incasetherewereanydoubts #somethingrightbehindme #lookout https://www.instagram.com/p/BxXYD9SFm-w/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=g2ql8tr8k4hk
oieee, poderia fazer icons do vessel de sleep token e do noah de bad omens??
愛 noah & vessel icons
So far so good
save me joshler vessel era save me
You don't really love, you just hate to be alone
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A dive into Caramel by Sleep Token
Caramel is about the struggle of fame
DISCLAIMER: this is MY interpretation of the song, none of this is fact, you can feel free to disagree RESPECTFULLY and tell me why you do. Once again, respectfully. I don't have enough patience to get into an online fight over the interpretation of a song.
ANOTHER DISCLAIMER: if anyone puts their identities in the comments or reblogs, you will be blocked. This page is a place for respect to the band, and their privacy. If you don't respect that, or the other fans, you're not allowed in this space.
Sleep Token got doxed a while back, their birth certificates, real names, addresses, etc. And in response, they wrote Caramel, (Vessel specifically, he's the lead song writer) which directly features a line that says 'Every time they try to shout my real name just to get a rise from me, Acting like I'm never stressed out by the hearsay' is a direct message to the people who shout their real names at concerts, ruining the magic and anonymity of the band. This is the first time we ever hear directly from the man behind the mask, the man who writes the lore. This isn't just Vessel, this is the man behind the character, because Sleep Token was about separating art from the artist, appreciating the art itself instead of only enjoying it because of who it came from. The song starts with a music box esc tune, showing that Vessel feels like one of those ballerinas, forced to perform every time the box opens. There is a song on their first album (Sundowning) called 'Sugar' which is basically a love letter to the fanbase, the people who listen to their art because they believe that's what it is. Art. Now we look at Caramel, which is what happens when you melt sugar.
'Count me out like sovereigns, payback for the good times' Sovereigns are a British currency, first issues by King Henry the VII. Vessel generally portrays himself as the 'king' or lead of the band. This being currency is a metaphor for how the music industry turns art into product, they profit off of heart break, and drama.
'Right foot in the roses, left foot on a landmine' There is a lot of connections in their music and in this particular instance, it can be connected to several different songs, and I will go in release order for this part, in 'Blood Sport' the lyric is 'you're still my weapon of choosing' and in 'Aqua Regia' the lyric is 'putting down the roses, picking up the sword' and then in 'Emergence' the lyric is 'I am the rose you relinquished again' and now it's this lyric, which shows the progression of the roses, and how they compare to a weapon. The roses generally represent the Garden of Eden, a safe haven, heaven on earth, and the landmine is a metaphor for how the moment Vessel takes his foot off fame, it'll blow up in his face. The landmine can be compared to the forbidden fruit, the first sin, the sin that produced the seven deadly sins. Greed being one of them.
'I'm not gonna be there tripping on the grapevine' A grapevine is a metaphor for gossip, or blabber. Vessel is possibly saying that he is tripping over all the gossip and drama and whispers about his life.
'They can sing the words while I cry into the bassline' Vessel has cried while singing songs many times before, and the fans always sing over it, (almost) so he could be referring to the lack of empathy some fans have.
'Wear me out like Prada, devil in my detail' This line suggests that he's being worn too thin, burning out like a candle. His 'detail' being his identity, it's also possible that he's referring to the fact that people are talking about the real him so much that it's getting old. This band could've been his only form of escapism, so people knowing who he is has damaged his mental health.
'I swear it's getting harder even just to exhale' Suggests anxiety, like panic attacks.
'Backed up into corners, bitter in the Lense' Back into a corner can also be a metaphor for anxiety too. To me, lense is the rose-colored glasses people wear when it comes to fame, and bitter means that those lenses have been taken off, showing the reality of the fame the band faces.
'I'm sick of tryna hide it every time they take mine' He's tired. Tired of his privacy being invaded.
'Stick to me like caramel' is like saying 'you're burning me, and you won't stop' it's a way of attempting to say 'leave me alone'
'Walk beside me till you feel nothing as well' saying this is essentially saying 'walk a mile in my shoes as see if you're still unbothered.'
'They ask me, 'is it going good in the garden'' Eden referred to again, fame being the 'heaven on earth' or 'promised land' and the forbidden fruit being too tempting.
'Say 'I'm lost' but I beg no pardon' Vessel is saying this because he firmly believes that he's blessed with the fame and influence he has, and he feels like he can't navigate it, because it's new, and terrifying.
'Up on the dice but low on the cards' Everyone can see your dice rolls. Everyone can see if you rolled well or poor. Cards are generally secret, so saying up on dice means he's acting well, he's playing the part of mentally healthy, but the inside is crumbling.
'I try not to talk about how it's harder now' They got so successful so quickly, and it is obviously going to be difficult to adjust to a new life style.
'Can I get a mirror side stage' He doesn't want to speak ill of the fanbase, after all they 'support' him, and he doesn't want to throw it away.
'Looking sideways at my own visage, getting worse' To build on the previous point, pretending everything is fine is actively destroying him, it's a common theme in this song, so this point will likely be repeated in this breakdown.
'Every time they try to shout my real name just to get a rise from me' He was doxed. His life was leaked, and his privacy was breached. This band was meant to be art. Separating art from the artist, and yet here they are, identities revealed. 'Fans' goad him at concerts, trying to get a reaction from him.
'Acting like I'm never stressed out by the hearsay' Fans aren't always empathetic. They don't always grasp the gravity of being in the light of public. The gossip, drama, etc, is stressful, and not everyone quite understands how it can damage the subject of the conversation, in this case, it's Vessel.
'I guess that's what I get for tryna hide in the limelight' Hiding in limelight is counterproductive, there are a few different ways I interpreted this line. Hiding while in the limelight, versus using the limelight as your hiding spot. To build off the first one. The band wears masks. Directly hiding in the spotlight. Now for the second one, often fame is used as a mask, or a way of escapism, (previously mentioned) a way to ignore the issue of your real life.
'Guess that's what I get for having 20/20 hindsight' He knew it was a possibility, being doxed. It's a possibility for every celebrity, but he still chose to forge his passion, his art, and he chose to show his heart to the public. He chose to share his art to the world, and in response, the world treated the band with disrespect.
'Everybody wants eyes on 'em' This is a reference to other musicians, the ones who aren't anonymous, the ones who release music to be on the top hit boards. This leads into the next line
'I just wanna hear you sing that top line' Vessel is stating here that he never wanted eyes on him. He just wanted people to enjoy and relate to his music, he wants people to scream their hearts out at his concerts, he wants people to enjoy themselves. That's all he wanted for this band, was for people to appreciate the art, and let themselves relate.
'And if you don't think I mean it, then I understand' He understands if you don't think that's true, because obviously everyone wants attention, right?
'But I'm still glad you came, so let me see those hands' He's grateful. For the fans, the support, and the love.
(Chorus part 1 again)
'I'm falling free off the final parallel' In 'Euclid' parallel is referenced as the parallel Vessel would 'lay his life on' He did. And he stumbled. Falling off this parallel, and into the depths.
'The sweetest dreams are bitter but there's no one left to tell' This is a reference to the fact that the song is telling. This song is making it so that there is no one left to tell that this once sweet dream has turned sour, and harsh.
'Too young to get bitter over it all' Vessel is realizing that he's too young, he feels like he hasn't been through enough to be bitter about it.
'Too old to retaliate like before' Generally when a band or celebrity is starting out, they can respond to the hate, or the disrespect, and when they get bigger, they're held to a higher standard. Vessel feels like he's too old to respond to the disrespect with disrespect.
'Too blessed to be caught ungrateful, I know' He feels like the fame is such a blessing, a chance that so few receive, that he can't feel bad about it. Like he's far too 'well off' that it shouldn't affect his mental state, but it does. So why is he supposed to be grateful? Why can't he be bitter? Because he feels too 'blessed'
'So I'll keep dancing along to the rhythm' He dances through his pain, circling back to the beginning of the song, where the music box tune plays, those ballerinas are forced to dance, even if it hurts, even in their feet bleed. And he's saying that he'll dance through the pain, maybe he'll go numb.
'The stage is a prison (too young to get bitter over it all)' The overlapping is like the two voices, the one telling him that he can't be ungrateful, and the other telling him that he is allowed to be. Once again, music boxes are prisons for those little dancers.
'A beautiful nightmare' It was so gorgeous at first, so beautiful, until the dream went dark, and bitter. It turned into a nightmare, and there's few things you can do to escape a nightmare. He hopes he'll wake up at some point. That it'll all have just been in his head.
'A war of attrition (too old to retaliate like before)' Attrition is reduction of effectiveness. A war of this means he's fighting to stay productive, to stay 'relevant' even. But wars are always lost.
'The deepest incisions (too old to retaliate like before)' This could be a reference to self-harm. He's referenced it before, but most of the time, it's left up to interpretation, as all the band's songs are. Fame has damaged him so much that he feels the most control in pain he causes himself. It's the only pain he can control.
'I thought I got better, but maybe I didn't' There was a point in time that he thought his mental health was doing better, and now he feels like it's only gotten worse.
'(In these days) Tell me did I give you what you came for' So many fans are so hungry for more music that he might've felt pressured into releasing this album, maybe rushed. So, he's 'retaliating' with this single as a form of giving the fans what they wanted, while also attempting to make things better, or find closure.
'(I wish it all away) Terrified to answer my own front door' This comes with popularity, being doxed is unsafe. It's scary. And he wishes he never got here. He wishes he'd never started this.
'(I thought things had changed) Missin' my wings in a realm of angels' He thought the fans understood, his privacy was his own, and that changed. He feels alone. Missing wings amongst other angels would feel heartbreaking, and terrifying, cause what if he never flies again
'(But everything's the same)' He thought the fans gained respect. They didn't. At least enough of them didn't.
And then the second part of the bridge replays with the music box tune in the background, perpetuating the idea that he's a forced dancer.
Sleep Token hyperfixation is surfacing I fear.
I have been looking for pictures like this. Someone needs mama cuddles.
Yearning for the mother's embrace