Mythrite
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Polynomials be damned, the crew list for their spring musical was posted outside the theatre! There was no time to do this. No reason to do this.
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Author’s first jab at writing fic. In this one they’re all Techs working The Little Mermaid at Arcadia High School and they’ll kiss and stuff. Story inspired by my own experiences and high school.
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FEAR WILL MAKE US DANCE, AND WE MUST KEEP DANCING. by Mythrite for euclidz
Fandoms: Sleep Token (Band)
27 Dec 2025
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III’s body reacted before his brain could catch up. His hand finding Vessel’s chest almost automatically, then sliding down to his side, fingertips dragging over ribs, waist, hip.
A silent worship of the perfect figure above him.
Vessel’s hand came up to III’s mask, fingers hooking under the edge near his jaw. Fingers warm, slightly damp with sweat, and they tugged at the mask—pulling him closer, tilting his face up.
III moved his fingers fast in an inviting gesture towards Vessel; come on, bastard, come closer, lay on me, take me, devour me for all I care.
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In which Sleep places changes on Her vessels, and the daily lives that follow them.
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28 Feb 2026
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not a sound by throattofgods
Fandoms: Twenty One Pilots, Scaled And Icy - Twenty One Pilots (Album)
24 Feb 2026
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often times, clancy thinks an open schedule would be something to be thankful for, underneath the pressure of his 'responsibilities.'
come wednesday, he's usually reminded that he should be much more grateful for the alternative.
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- Part 1 of LEAVE THE CITY
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He could never get away. Right when he thought he’d slipped out of its reach, its arms would wrap around him with a vice grip and drag him into the murky depths. Sleep.
Or, II has narcolepsy. He lives his days mindlessly, drifting between imagination and reality, until his life is saved one night by a mysterious stranger. He knows nothing about the stranger, but there is one thing he knows for certain: he never wants to let go.
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“Hey, love.” Blue eyes and a warm smile find him. “How was your day?”
Vessel just walks into the room and into arms that lift after a too-long silence from him and holds on.
His voice is muffled by II’s shirt. “Not good.”
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Vessel has a bad day.
He doesn’t know how to have a bad day.