JayDawnSin

III from Sleep Token with twin buns in his hair.



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  1. Rec 11

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    At the top is a door painted deep green, scuffed at the bottom from years of shoes catching on the bottom rail. He knocks once. Then again when a full minute goes by with no answer. He raises his fist to do it a third time, only to nearly deck the poor sap on the other side when the door finally swings open without warning.

    “You’re early,” the person says bluntly — sharp-eyed, bleach-blond, in a button down black tunic with sleeves rolled to the elbow, gold embroidery bunching at the hems and collar. They lean against the doorframe, one pierced brow arched. “Or are you punctual? Time’s weird. Social formalities are weird. You are II, right?”

    II inclines his head to look them in the eyes, his nose scrunching against the sunlight now in his face. “Apparently I am, since you knew when my appointment was already. And I’m only ten minutes early.”

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    15 Jan 2026

  2. Rec 20

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    Really, he should be in the same little group as III with people fretting over the make of his 8-string and asking him about the finer points of drop A versus drop C tuning or where he bought his pants or something. But he didn’t mind being left out. Not anymore. He was used to being the newest, even if he wasn’t actually new anymore. Newest just meant there were fewer preconceptions about where the line was, and the people with VIP passes were usually very bad at spotting lines.

    “Oi, shorty!”

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    15 Jan 2026

  3. Rec 83

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    He curls in on himself, tucking his legs under the bench, but his knees knock against the table, too long, too big, and it sends his eyes burning. It makes everything within him burn. “It’s not exactly possible, but I’ve always wanted…to feel small, sometimes.”

    “Just sometimes?” II says.

    His face burns. “It doesn’t matter. Most people laugh like it’s some sort of inside joke, but I get why. Those are soft things and I'm the furthest thing from that. I don't get to be.”

    “But you wanna be?”

    He swallows, looking away. “Doesn’t matter. No one’s wanted to.”

    “What if I did?”

    He blinks once, then twice. “Huh?"

    Or, the one in which Vessel keeps getting confused for an alpha, II keeps getting confused for an omega, and somehow, that is the starting place of everything.

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    23 Nov 2025

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    Sleep called it their “period of release,” though none of them were sure whether it was meant as mercy or maintenance. The god had no use for nor understanding of warmth, of holidays, of the dull pull of human contact that drove them restless during the long, cloistered months of worship and work. But it understood enough to grant permission. Every year, as the first snow touched the ground, they were told to go. To live. To remember what they were before devotion carved them into vessels and to refill themselves enough to survive another year.

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  5. Rec 35

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    Kinktober in Arcadia Week 4: Home Videos

    “Alright,” he drawled into the mic, smirking at the flood of usernames flying past in chat. “Who’s next? Don’t make me start rating profile pictures instead, you know I’ll do it.”

    One ping. Another. His inbox stacked quick with photos—cock after cock, some hard, some soft, all begging for judgment.

    III opened one and squinted like he was studying an artifact. “Mhm. Decent curve, decent veins. Background? Tragic. Bro, if you’ve got dirty laundry on the floor behind your dick pic, I will notice. Have some fuckin’ class” He tapped the mic, lips twitching. “Six outta ten. Fix your backdrop, come back to me.”

    The chat exploded with laughter emojis and tip alerts. III grinned, sharp and satisfied, then scrolled to the next submission.

    And then—there it was in chat: Rate The Vessel?

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