#vessel playing guitar

[sleepomen]

Evening eepies

[kaddyssammlung]

The paint on that poor guitar.

[wooly-nooly]

Gods on the teeth of god tour set list so ivycakes can scream his heart out??? Let the man serenade us vessypoo you know u want to.

[cads-the-cat]

An Offering

(get it? Because I'm offering you the Offering... pls don't judge me I'm sleep deprived after this)

For all of you who want to play a Sleep Token song but don't have the money or skill for an 8 string guitar. I found parts of it online, but edited out some mistakes, edited the breakdown and added the iconic intro that is originally played on the piano

I definitely spent way too much time on trying to get this to work in certain apps to only give up in the end because it wasn't, but oh well. Not like I have anything better to do

Also, Vessel, if you're seeing this, could you please write some songs with 6 string guitars in the upcoming projects because i almost lost my sanity over this🥲😘

[kiisuuumii]

take me back to eden is such a god tier album

[smellpelt]

In bb who do you think would have the music taste most similar to you?

This one is tricky because they don't really give us any insight into characters and their thoughts on music although this does make me interested in what the music scene is like in the blazblue world.

Also like do people still listen to old music too? u think anyone is listening to music from now almost 200 years in the future? How much did the black beast affect this

[icystorm76]

Miles, Hobie, Gwen and Pavitr start a band. Miles plays bass, Hobie plays guitar, Gwen drums and Pavitr sings. They practice mainly in Hobies dimension but sometimes in Gwen’s. Sometimes them make Miguel or Peter watch them (they both enjoy it but Miguel doesn’t want to admit it).

Rio and Jefferson are happy their son is in a band at first. Then they realize that it’s with ‘Gwanda’ and are less happy. Then they met Pav and they regain some faith because who could be friends with Pav and not be at least decent?

They get their answer when they meet Hobie. They hate Hobie, and hate him infinitely more when he starts dating Miles. Rios reaction is “Mijo, I don’t care that you’re dating a boy, but does it have to be that boy”. Jefferson says nothing, but a few blood vessels burst from high blood pressure and he develops a twitch in his eye. All of the spiderteens get great joy out of this.

[dy6nsty]

*slides underneath your door discreetly*

request for sleep token with a uh..*checks notes* another female (reader) in the band? like one who plays an instrument and sometimes does backing vocals? don't feel obligated to do it, luv u dear ♡♡

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MY JAW DROPPED WHEN I SAW THIS. YES.

Sleep Token x Fem!Band member

ReaderRelationship: Rom [Fem nicknames used!]

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Vessel:

He’s content with having both a back up vocalist and guitarist. Now he has two which comes in handy!

Likes to put you in parts where both of your voices mix together. Soft songs or songs that leave more into the metal side its a good mix between the both of you.

Gets a little touchy when singing next to you (If you do get to roam with the microphone like he does)

Loves your voice in general, has a smile on his face when you start singing with him.

Back to the thigh thing. I’m betting money he still grabs your thighs. Sexual or not it’s a satisfying thing to him when he’s singing and you’re strumming the guitar.

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IV:

Gentle kissing randomly. Motions with his hands for you to come over and starts kissing down until you smack him to stop.

‘helps’ fix ur instrument. But instead he’s just adding a reason to come over to you.

He can fix your guitar.. But most of the time he has a tendency to hold it above your head for a while to see how high you can jump.

Stands next to you while you do your vocal parts, definitely would tease you but doesn’t want you to get distracted. (He already distracted.)

Stole your microphone once. Vessel was pissed since you had to follow late behind him.

Calls you “Pretty girl.” I don’t make rules, it’s just written for me. He finds your voice absolutely gorgeous.

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III:

We’ve seen him with IV. Now with you? No gentle kissing, you’re getting aggressive ones. (Who doesn’t tho.)

Goes over your lyrics / parts in rehearsals together or in private to spend time with you.

Stomping sessions feel necessary. He’ll stomp over to you with his guitar and look dumbfounded if you don’t stomp back to him.

Beckons for you to come over so he can kiss you. (This band kisses like every thirty minutes.)

SINGING? Weak in his knees. Bopping his head or singing under his breath with you. “Your voice is really… pretty.” He continues on with many words to describe your voice.

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II:

Can’t really go anywhere but his fingers can surely make motions!

Compliments your singing after the show or when you come up to his little area.

Watches you play your instrument or stomp around with IV and III when you play guitar

Waits for you to come over to him but will wave his hands in the air if it takes you a little while. Give him a lil kiss.

EYE CONTACT. He is keeping eye-contact while you play/sing. He has full eyes on you, especially if you have a solo.

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Felt to horny in the first version so I tried to clean it up :)

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

HELLO could i get some fluffy cuddly hcs for the sleepy token boys? i wanna snuggle them so bad theyre such big sillies

My pleasure 😇

Vessel

He is built to snuggle. If he could he would have you wrapped up in his arms 24/7. The physical touch is his air so his evenings, if he’s lucky, are all filled with you both lying down together. He would get lost in just watching you. A slight smile on his face as he listens to you speak or just watch you watch him.

I think I had brought this up in one of my other pieces but he is big on naked cuddles. It’s just he needs to feel your warmth and your soft skin. Kissing your shoulders lovingly, brushing his fingers over your bare skin. Different shapes, words, lyrics coming alive on the canvas of your skin.

But he doesn’t need nighttime for snuggles only. No, you could be unloading a dishwasher and he’s just walking past, stopping midway to reach for you. Wrapping his arms around you from the back. Pulling you closer to him. The same goes for you getting ready for bed or to get out. Vess would stop by, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches you in the mirror. “You’re so beautiful”, he would mutter, eyes so full of love there would be no way you could ever question his feelings towards you. You would reach back to brush your fingers over his thigh. He would stay like that for a bit. Before turning your face to the side. Kissing your lips. Neck. Pinching your bum and slowly stepping away.

iii

Too tough for cuddles. Might snuggle after sex but other than that. It’s as if he doesn’t understand what snuggles mean. Well, until you came around. It’s odd at first. He doesn’t seem to grasp the fact that someone would reach out to him willingly. Out of love. Out of need. Out of comfort. So he silently observes how you lean against him. Resting your head on his shoulder as you all wait for post-rehearsals. How you just come up and press against him. Face buried in his back. Way shorter hands wrapping around him. How you press your palms onto his hips as you reach out to kiss him, standing on your tippy toes. And he finds himself enjoying it. Craving it. Waiting for it. Waiting for the bubbly feeling.

He’s mindlessly playing his guitar one night. A particular bridge keeping him up. ii had been bitching about it with Vess all day long and now he feels the need to figure it out for them till tomorrow’s rehearsal. He doesn’t hear you walking in. Not until a nice steaming hot cup of tea is in front of him. And there you are. In one of his shirts, drowning your body. “You’ve been here for hours, you should take a break”, you mutter, brushing away a strand of hair that had escaped his messy bun.

And for once iii doesn’t argue, putting his guitar to the side. He opens his arms out. Tapping his thigh for you. For a second he waits for rejection. For you stepping back. But the smell of you fills his senses and it’s as if everything else slowly fades away. So he stays there with his face buried in the crook of your neck. You carefully pull your scrunchy from his hair. Letting your nails scrape at his scalp. “That’s orgasmic”, iii grunts, making her chuckle. “Could have been doing that for hours”, you muse. “Now that’s just blackmailing”, iii is quick to scoff and you both chuckle.

“Why don’t you come to bed”, you run your hands over his shoulders, knowing full well that he would get through with everything way better if he had a fresh head on his shoulders. But iii shakes his head, “Stay in my arms for a bit”, he brings you even closer to him, “Just want to feel you in my arms”. You don’t argue with that, moving to wrap your legs around his hips. Snuggling deeper into him. iii reaches for your hands lifting them to his hair, “do that thing with your fingers”, he mutters.

ii

I think he’s a second installment of “I’m too tough for Cuddles”. So don’t expect him to reach out and snuggle into you. Not at the start of the relationship at least. I feel like he would be quite straightforward about “if you don’t like that, then this won’t work”. So hand holding, him slightly pulling you into him while walking is all you can expect from him.

His icy walls would chip apart the longer you two date. The more he let himself believe that you were it. The final destination, not just a mid-stop. So during the nights you two spent together, ii would occasionally pull your legs over his lap, slowly brushing his fingers over your ankles. You would playfully poke at his stomach till he would pull you closer to him, kissing you senseless.

I think you would find him one evening lying on his stomach in bed, waiting for you to finish your nighttime routine. All of his tattoos are out on display. Your eyes fall on the newest piece on his right shoulder. “Drooling over there”, ii chuckles snapping you out of your trance. “It’s not every day I have a tart lying in my bed”, you shrug, reaching for the lotion, and spreading it over your arms. “Tart”, ii arches an eyebrow before shaking his head.

“Can you put some of that on my back?”, ii rests his head on the mattress, looking up at you. You halt, turning to him. He had a strict rule of not letting your sweet lotions mix with his things. “The new one is itchy”, he reaches back, scratching slightly at the ink. You push his fingers away, the last thing a new tattoo needed were fingers pulling at it.

“Sure, yeah”, you climb onto the bed, slowly moving to straddle his lower body. Your fingers dipped into the jar before you carefully spread it over his skin. You loved his back. But then who didn’t? So you’re not too surprised that you zone out for a moment. Leaning down to snuggle against his skin. “You’re so warm”, you breathe him in, letting his warmth seep into you. That is until you feel his muscles tighten between you. You push back almost as if someone electrocuted you. “Sorry, sorry, I….”, you shake your head, not wanting to overstep.

But ii is quick to grab onto your thighs. Keeping you sat on him. “Stay”, ii muttered. Looking over his shoulder slightly. “But you don’t like it when…”, you reach out, fixing some of the messy strands on his head. “It feels nice, lay on top of me”, his voice is so soft and quiet that you can’t help but just stare at him for a moment.

“You sure?”, you crock your head to the side, catching his eyes. ii just smile at you ever so slightly, “Yeah”. A smile spreads on your face. So you kiss his shoulder one more time, before you let your body rest against his. Reaching out to run your fingers over his lower back. A satisfied sigh slipping past his lips.

iv

He loves love. Loves affection. Does he know how to ask for it? No. Does he ever admit that he’s desperate for it? Nope. It’s the hugs that feel just a bit longer. The firmer grip he has on your intertwined fingers. The way he steps just a bit closer to you that gives him away.

So you both are lying in bed one night. Still, the first nights you both had spent together. iv has been tossing and turning for some time now. You can feel him inching closer at times before he seems to change his mind, keeping to his side. It’s almost funny seeing a guy like him squirm like that. “Ivy”, you call out into the darkness. Waiting for him to answer. When he doesn’t you reach up, flicking the bedside table lamp on. Only to find him staring at you like a puppy caught red-handed.

“Did I wake you up?”, he asks, brushing his hand over his face. You don’t have the heart to tell him that you hadn’t been able to sleep to begin with. So instead you turn to your side, watching him. “What’s got you so unsettled tonight?”, you reach out, brushing your fingers over his cheek. iv closes his eyes in clear delight at feeling your fingers against his skin. “Just…”, he shrugs slightly, “Just… I don’t know it’s just…”

You don’t push him. Words had never been his strong suit. So you lift the side of your blanket. “What if you lay on my chest?”, you ask, watching him take a sharp breath in. “You told me something about noises helping you sleep”, you add, “Would my heartbeat do the…”, but you don’t get to finish as iv quickly reaches out, turning his body to lay exactly aligned with yours. “Yes”, he breathes out. Arms already sneaking to wrap around you, “Yes, it would”.

You let out a little chuckle, looking down at him. Feeling the tension already melting away from him. “You know, if you ever want to cuddle or be close”, you brush your fingers up and down the back of his neck, “You can just do it. You don’t need to stew in silence. Boyfriend privileges allow that”. He snorts lightly, lifting his head to look at you, “Careful, I might just never let you go”. You lean down, kissing his nose, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, bub”.

[astralnymphh]

ROBINS EGG BLUE

⤹ . moments with domestic!ellie x pregnant!reader

WC; 1.07k

⤹ . content; fluff, lovey–dovey, may cause baby fever or heartwarmed tears to swell, reader discretion is advised ౨ৎ

pregnancy is infuriating as not being able to comb your hair thoroughly. there is always a fat fucking knot to stem the fluid moment thereof– just as there lies a fat, fleshy boulder fastened to your stomach for a gruelingly long nine months. the bulge of your belly button has witnessed most of three seasons, and you weren't buoyantly idling around for the fourth to appear. this baby– this little devil, needs to get the hell out of dodge.

from the chagrin of a pair of jeans failing to button at the hips, straining the seams as you pull that fly parallel to your mother yanking the poor hairs from your scalp with a paddle brush– to the fleeting aggro nearby popping a blood vessel you feel when arguing with your wife, ellie, about some nonsensical, fruitless or futile dispute about what wallpaper pattern best suits the small dimensions of the nursey– pink and pearl striped with roses or robins egg blue and beige striped with roses, ellie continuously states "they're basically the same baby, i don't see what all the fuss is about." or whether ellie should throw in a batch of dino nuggets or regular nuggets cause the taste totally isn't the same, the shape definitely impacts how salty it is to your tongue, illogical banters.

but ellie will still be your loving, selfless, fond, and doting wife. your number one. apple of your eye. stupid auburn–haired heartthrob. you name it. through thick and thin of your expanding belly, she will always be the first palm to greet your baby in the morning, plastering her blanket–hot hand just beneath your navel and pressing her sweat damp fingerprints dimpling into your stomach, bending her index lightly into the petunia purple stretchmarks that vertically dip into your hips, waiting for minutes in the virgin sun morning for your baby to kick. literally, she has abandoned her old forenoon routine just to feel that first thump on her hand. and when it finally does happen, a little pounce vibrating beneath her palm lines– her fingers twitch lightly and a smile immediately crafts upon her rose lips, purring excitedly upon the fringe of your ear, words that only your snoozing brain with hark, "huh, see? he knows who his mama is– told ya."

but, ahh, stretchmarks.

she adores those little lightning marks lacing your belly– you on the other hand, thought the contrary, to which that husky fry would remind you, "ts' cause y'gotta baby growing in there, yeah? ours." flowing past the pouty berry lips so adamant on plowing kisses to the span of your scruff, ghosting them dry over the fine threadlike hairs with a pitched promise to never let you– or your belly go.

or, goddess, that one time ellie insisted you sit on the couch while she played her acoustic guitar, denting her fingertips with the strings as she plucks, subtly leaning the bay oak instrument closer to your belly so the baby would pick up those hollowed notes vibrating through the air. the fattest smirk would mushroom those cheeks to hug her nose– grooving those nasal lines to encase the thin curve of a smile, deepening at the corners. you even recall the dorkiest shit ever, how it carried to your ears out of the blue and left you pinching brow lines of amusement, "gonna' play this lil' guy guitar everyday– hey, d'ya think if i do that, he'll come out already knowing how to play?" spoken on a smokey chord, glancing up at you through lashes slightly downturned due to her facing the belly, directly. you told her with a sigh, "ellie, that is not how it works." dumbly smirking back, and she replied, "what? c'mon, maybe if i play electric, he'll be born a rockstar!" squeezing her voice with silly enthusiasm. a roll of your head cracks your neck, dangling back to barb, "you are ten times the idiot than you were yesterday." cause, well, she's constantly spewing the dopiest ideas. next thing you knew, she was rasping, "m'your fuckin' idiot." that cheesy motherfucker, slinking her guitar off the round of her thigh and stowing it at the sofa's footing, lurking forward on all fours to tackle your belly with bespattering kisses, moist and fiendish as ever.

infuriating was the task of putting socks on. fucking socks. the effortless effort that would usually clock you under ten seconds, moreso felt like ten eons. "ughh!" you would grunt from the depths of your compact lungs, extending two zombie arms over the blockage of your portly belly, perking the ears of ellie who was just in the abutting room, walls thin enough to bombard with sound. she whips around the door trim, leaning her lank weight away from it and cocking her head, distinguishing the predicament you had landed two feet in. a dry chuckle sounds from yonder the room, trailed by her honeyed resound, "need sum' help babe?" which, to her, falls to strike as a question– au contraire, soft, padded footsteps of feet who already had socks on, lucky them, carries ellie over and at your side, crouching with her knees splayed apart like bird's wings, raising hands to politely creep fingers under yours, prying the cottony ball from your grasp and craning it to her chest, sidling in her squat so that she would be an eyeshot vis–à–vis to you, at your beckon practically.

you remained silent, doused in the soft moment before you, yet a little embarrassed you couldn't do it yourself. a raspy, "here's one.." croaks from her throat prior to a hand cupping the ribbed underside of your ankle, tamping it gently into her chest so she could unfurl the sock and roll it up your foot, hedging your toes first with the linty fabric and laying it up the heel, letting the band snap in place– and her fingertips lingered at the ankle, caressing the nub for only a twinkle in time. "and the second one.." she scoops up the other foot, repeating the same tedious tenderness she gave to your other, gliding her hand from your ankle to your knee as she stood up, plating a pressure to the top of your thigh as she leans in, lips first, uttering, "there you go," smacking a puckered kiss to your stagnant lips, whispering upon them, "m'comin' to the bathroom with you. wanna hold him for a bit."

not even wild wolves could tear ellie from your baby, her baby.

[vivitalks]

highlights from the VMAs last night, in no particular order:

taylor swift and post malone won something for fortnight (i don't remember what lol) and after taylor gave her part of the speech, she said "do you wanna say something austin?" (adorable) and then post malone took the mic and proceeded to be absolutely speechless for twenty to thirty seconds

cyndi lauper introduced sabrina carpenter by saying "you're about to hear this whole room say motherfucker"

megan thee stallion shouted out "all the hotties" and then said "and the haters i know y'all watching too"

sabrina kissed an alien for gay rights

lenny kravitz basically played a full on rock show in the middle of The Pop Music Awards. with instruments. and fire.

benson boone did two (2!) flips during his performance of Beautiful Things

i had never even heard of lisa before the VMAs and i am now in love with her

katy perry said the words "touch grass" in her acceptance speech for the video vanguard award

she also thanked the LGBTQ community for, among other things, showing her that "you can be kind and cunt"

and she shouted out warped tour. katy perry the woman that you are

chappell roan with so so so many swords

rauw alejandro's entrance involved pretending to blow up the VMAs. with explosives.

megan thee stallion, as an homage to britney, held a whole ass snake

full-on guitar solo during shawn mendes's performance. plus he sang a note so high you could hear blood vessels bursting in the audience

when shawn finished he dropped his guitar (NOT a highlight, the sound haunts me) to go hug his drummer because he hasn't performed in years

megan thee stallion had her face projected onto the mask of the big ass astronaut for the duration of the performance, just kinda looking around. this was both funny and mildly alarming

two people won awards for songs called "Houdini" (Eminem and Dua Lipa) which i personally found amusing

tyla won Best Afrobeats for her song Water and when she went to give her speech she made lil nas x (the presenter) hold the award because it was too heavy :')

[s1eept0ken]

Could I request reader sitting with Vessel listening to him play guitar and they fall asleep in his lap? Just something cute :)

This is so adorable omg!!!🥹

꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎

Vessel had such a long day, all he wanted was to come home to you, his sweet girlfriend and of course his guitar! So that is what the two of you are doing now, you’re sitting next to him with your chin resting on his shoulder watching his fingers move gently across the strings. There’s no awkwardness just peace. You always thought he looked so handsome while playing guitar with his slight focused face, but yet again he always looks handsome! It’s so peaceful it’s making you tired, you let out a long yawn and Ves looks over at you and smiles “you tired honey?” He says in a soft tone cupping your face with his large hand. You nod in response and he moves his guitar to the side and sits you on his lap, you nest your head into his shoulder while one of his hands is running up and down your back softly while the other is massaging your scalp. “I love you sweetheart” he says placing a kiss on your head but doesn’t realise you’re already asleep!

꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ ꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎

I found this so fucking cute thank you so much for the request!

Love you🖤

[fernlessbastard]

okk love your blog, so I rlly wanted to send an ask even if its nothing too especific ;-;

soo, since u like tntduo (like me :]) whats your favorite hc for their relationship? I love hearing about hc's, and since your art its so cute, u probs have some cool hc's

Thank youuuuu I appreciate it so much, and by all means flood me with asks! Asks are great, I love asks, be it random thoughts, art ideas, opinions, etc etc, asks are always welcome (unless they're from the 🥝 anon 🙄🙄🙄 /j/loving)

And a favourite headcanon? Hm, i don't know, hard to say. I have multiple headcanons, idk if I favour any in particular

There's one where after revival Wilbur's body is kinda fucked up in the nerves and blood vessels department, so he has some trouble with kinda controlling it, which particularly expresses itself in his hands being unsteady. They're so unsteady, that the first time he picks up a guitar again he can't play right. He blows up over it and has a breakdown, and vows to never play again. He still ends up trying a couple times, but each time he just immediately gets pissed off and upset, and tosses it away. It really breaks him. At some point he's at Quackity's place, and he sees a guitar. He looks at it for a while, but doesn't say anything, of which Quackity makes note. Next time they meet up Wilbur shits on Quackity for not having touched it recently, so Quackity takes it as a challenge. Once the music starts, Wil goes quiet. He's sitting to the side of Q, slightly behind him, and after a while for just a moment he leans against his upper back, and closes his eyes, simply l taking the moment in. This situation repeats, a couple times, and each time Wilbur lets himself relax a bit longer. He starts playing with Quackity's hair as he listens, and one time he l begins trying to braid it. His hands are shaking, he's struggling to divide the thick hair into even parts, he's having trouble keeping the braid even, but what's crucial is that he does it. Next time it repeats. And next time too. And the next, and eventually the braids start to look actually pretty decent. Time passes, they meet up more often, and eventually comes a day when Wilbur takes the guitar. No words are exchanged. No ridicule, but no praise either - no verbal acknowledgement. Instead Quackity just sits slightly behind him, and begins gently braiding his hair. The notes are wonky and don't always sound quite right, and the rhythm is messy, and strumming only goes well sometimes, but he's playing...

Quackity kisses Wilbur's head, right above the new braid. He leans in, partially hugging him, as the other's playing. It's been a bit over a year since he started playing again, and the difference is big. Neither knows if he'll ever fully regain the control and steadiness of his hands, but he manages to keep the rhythm, and the notes now ring out clear a big majority of the time. He plays quicker songs too, now; sometimes they both sing, and laugh when they mix something up. Quackity smiles, closing his eyes as Wilbur once again butchers a random song by changing up the words completely to make it as on the nose as humanly possible. He begins to wonder what they should eat tomorrow for their anniversary breakfast.

[cads-the-cat]

The Summoning

Tuning: D#G#C#F#A#D#

I have been summoned to edit The Summoning so it's playable on a 6 string guitar (please don't take away my pun privileges)

This took me ages and a few breakdowns, but it's finally done. It shouldn't contain mistakes anymore but who knows what popped up when moving one note (it's just like Microsoft word). If there is a mistake, please let me know and I'll try and fix it.

I've also added it to Songsterr (No guarantee they didn't mess anything up during uploading the file, so beware - edit: I found out it replaced all breaks with a note🤡 but that should be fixed now): https://www.songsterr.com/a/wsa/sleep-token-the-summoning-6-string-guitar-tab-s601748t0.

I'm also trying to upload it on ultimate guitar but I've had some issues with that so who knows if that will ever happen

Anyone, enjoy suffering through the constant beat changes, but it's so worth it because this song is so good!

[dewracle]

IV's ABC's

PAIRING - IV x reader, IV x polyves (Briefly mentioned)

WARNING - NSFW! Rough sex, Cum feeding/eating, primal play, blood play, knife play, slight virginity kink (?)

AUTHOR'S NOTE - I totally meant to post this earlier but I didn't. Anyway, my IV is a mix of shy but a huge flirt. Wanted him to slowly gain his confidence... Plus include my primal IV fic

WORD COUNT - 1,087

Master List

❥ A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

➛ He’s always rough during the act, so afterward he’s picking you up and taking you to the bathroom, running you a nice warm bath.  ➛ When y’all are done, he’s wrapping you in his clothes and cuddling you in bed. 

❥ B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

➛ His? He's really self-conscious but gotta say it’s his hands. Loves how rough they are from playing the guitar.  ➛ Yours? Haha.. your thighs. He just loves to bury his face between them to taste you, squeezing them and marking them up. 

❥ C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

➛ There will NOT be any wasted cum with this man. It is always in your mouth or in your hole. He refuses to cum in a condom and will take it off just so he can fuck your mouth. 

❥ D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

➛ He actually doesn’t have any! The next prompt will explain!

❥ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

➛ He knows little to nothing. Has only had one partner before you and the vessels.  ➛ With his little experience, he is very nervous but tries not to show it. Every experience is a new one to him. 

❥ F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

➛ So it’s considered a variation of missionary/butterfly, pushing your legs up till they reach the bed, pinning you down by the backs of your thighs, pounding into you while grunting. 

❥ G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

➛ You’d have to be the one to crack the first joke, he’s nervous about it but afterward he’ll laugh with you. 

❥ H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

➛ Mm fuck he has a bush. He doesn’t shave often and just lets it grow. 

❥ I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

➛ The romantic aspect is there yes… but in a rougher way than you’d think.  ➛ Petting your hair as you sob on his cock, cooeing at you for taking him so well 

❥ J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

➛ This is his main form of pleasure. He’s a flirt at times yes, but he’s nervous to ask to bed you.  ➛ One of those who tries to stay quiet but accidentally ends up moaning while biting his fist. 

❥ K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

➛ Primal play. Please that’s MM, he loves the “fear” you have.  ➛ Blood play. He loves the taste and just how pretty you look covered in your own blood ➛ Knife play. Knife play kinda aids both of the other kinks, just really loves to run it up and down your thighs and chest 

❥ L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

➛ His favorite place is in the woods, somewhere he’s chased you and claimed you 

❥ M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

➛ If you wear a pair of thigh-highs and one of his hoodies. The way you look in his stuff makes him feral for you

❥ N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

➛ He won’t do CNC or anything that plays with consent ➛ He knows he’s into pretty intense stuff so he feels like he has to always ask for your color

❥ O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

➛ He prefers receiving. The tears down your face as you struggle to take his thick cock down your throat. ➛ Does give sometimes but it's mostly for cleaning you up

❥ P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

➛ Slow and rough. He likes to make his thrusts as hard as he can, making sure you can feel him whenever he’s not in you.

❥ Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

➛ No quickies with him till he’s more experienced, nervous bc he doesn’t feel like he’s good enough. ➛ After he’s got the experience I am very sorry, he’ll turn into a flirt and bed you as often as he can.. Anywhere. 

❥ R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

➛ At first, he’s nervous about it, only doing a slight bit of touching. After he’s used to it, used to the thrill, he’ll try anything that you’re comfortable with

❥ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

➛ He starts out as a 2-minute man, can’t contain himself, the way you feel wrapped around him, your touch. God, he doesn’t last long.  ➛ But slowly but surely he gets that under control and takes notice of the signs he’s gonna cum soon. Afterwards, it just depends on his mood, as many rounds as he feels like he wants to go. 

❥ T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

➛ Don’t say anything but he does, he’s embarrassed about it because he feels like he’ll be made fun of (he won’t)  ➛ If you have toys he’ll try them out with you but you can tell he’s kinda nervous bc the way his hand shakes. 

❥ U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

➛ You’ve seen him on stage, this man is a fucking tease okay.  ➛ The hard looks, the brushing against you, standing behind you just to push his cock up against your ass. 

❥ V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

➛ Quiet boy. Only some soft groans here and there, he is used to having to be quiet. He does kinda feel bad about it sometimes but he really doesn’t know how to be vocal 

❥ W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

➛ My version of IV has backstory… he’s ex-military… he uses that to his advantage when hunting you.  ➛ He also knows bondage because of it! But it’s still in the works so he only ties himself. 

❥ X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

➛ A lot of scars and some tattoos. It’s very pretty actually… ➛ A bite mark from Vessel on his hip, don’t ask. 

❥ Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

➛ You know how horny virgins are? Yeah, that’s basically him.  ➛ Excuse him if he just happens to be hard, he can’t help it. 

❥ Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

➛ I’ll give you this… he doesn’t fall asleep right away, rather he likes to watch over you to make sure you’re okay. Maybe then he’ll lay

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[polteergeistt]

I'm thinking of a special night on the bridge, everyone is drinking and singing and some people are dancing. IV plays the guitar, shirt off, muscles highlighted by the torch lights, and Adam plays the lute, and they tell tales by singing, or plain talking with dramatic effect with a lovely background tune. They start by singing sea shanties to the top of their lungs, and as the night drags out, everyone is sat on the bridge or passed out, and those who are still awake listen to their tales. II is sprawled on the stairs, coat left in his cabin, with Vessel sat a stair lower between his legs. They listen attentively while II plays with Vessel's hair or runs his hands on his chest, and Vessel rests his hands on II's legs, head against his chest.

III is always loud and full of energy and the only moment when he can sit still without squirming like he has worms in his ass is when IV tell stories, calloused fingers nailing barre chords and plucking strings. IV is an excellent story teller, with good intonations and everything. It's natural to him. III is focused, bewitched by him like a lonely seawolf by a mermaid's call. He's always asking for more, pouting when IV is done, invested in the stories and making up new scenarios, mind racing with possible outcomes that can expand an already existing story. In turn, IV loves hearing III out. IV's stories are mostly stories he heard during his long years at sea, among many seamen from all over the world. III's ideas are purely original, though inspired by a preexisting tale. IV admires him for his creativity and the passion in his voice and gesture when he expresses his thoughts.