#overworked hero

[misakiisstupid]

CONFIDENTIAL PSYCHOLOGICAL REPORT PATIENT: Richard "Dick" Grayson THERAPIST: Dr. Misaki Eto SESSION DATE: [REDACTED] FILE STATUS: TOP SECRET

SESSION NOTES:

[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]

Dr. Misaki Eto enters the room with a cup of tea, placing it in front of Richard Grayson, who is sitting with a bright—albeit tired—smile.

Dr. Eto: "Alright, Richard. Before we begin, I should let you know that this is a safe space. You can talk about anything, no judgment. Also, I brought tea. Because, frankly, you look like you need it."

Grayson: chuckles "Oh, you have no idea." takes the tea gratefully "And you can call me Dick."

Dr. Eto: "Dick, then. So, tell me, what brings you here today? And if you say ‘Bruce made me,’ I will absolutely call him and tell him he needs therapy first."

Grayson: laughs, but it sounds a little too practiced "Well… technically, it wasn’t Bruce. It was a friend. They said I needed to ‘get my head checked out’ because I don’t know how to take a break. Which is ridiculous, by the way. I love breaks. Breaks are great."

Dr. Eto: raises an eyebrow "Uh-huh. And when was your last break?"

Grayson: sips his tea, eyes darting to the ceiling as if the answer is written there "...Does sleep count?"

Dr. Eto: "If you have to ask, then no. So, when was it?"

Grayson: "Define ‘break.’"

Dr. Eto: "Time where you are not working, fighting, solving other people’s problems, or emotionally carrying an entire group of people who do not understand the concept of processing their emotions properly."

Grayson: silence blinks sips tea

Dr. Eto: "Yeah, that’s what I thought."

Grayson: sighs, rubbing his face "Okay, okay. So maybe I don’t take breaks. But I like helping people. I can’t just… stop. What if someone needs me?"

Dr. Eto: "What if you need you?"

Grayson: pauses, clearly thrown off "...Well, damn."

Dr. Eto: "Yeah. Damn. That’s what I thought." leans forward "Dick, I’ve seen a lot of people like you. People who think that if they just keep moving, they won’t have to deal with all the weight they’re carrying. But let me ask you this: what happens when you finally stop?"

Grayson: "...I don’t know."

Dr. Eto: nods knowingly "That’s the problem, isn’t it? You don’t know because you never stop. You’re a high-functioning burnout case waiting to happen."

Grayson: huffs "Okay, that’s dramatic."

Dr. Eto: "Is it? You flinch when I bring up rest. You deflect with humor. You refuse to admit you’re exhausted because then you’d have to acknowledge that you need help. And if you do that, then what? You think everyone around you is going to fall apart?"

Grayson: "...Maybe."

Dr. Eto: "Alright, let’s do something fun. On a scale from ‘I’m doing great’ to ‘I cried in my car last week and pretended it was just allergies,’ how are you?"

Grayson: sips tea aggressively

Dr. Eto: nods "Got it. Not great."

Grayson: laughs softly "You’re good at this."

Dr. Eto: "You’re not the first person I’ve met who wears a smile like armor." leans back in chair "But here’s the thing, Dick. I don’t care how many people you help if you’re running yourself into the ground while doing it. If you burn out, if you collapse, who takes care of you?"

Grayson: quietly "...I don’t know."

Dr. Eto: softens "That’s what we need to fix. You deserve rest, Dick. You deserve to stop without feeling guilty about it."

Grayson: nods slowly "...That’s really hard for me."

Dr. Eto: "I know. Which is why I already made the decision for you."

Grayson: blinks "...What?"

Dr. Eto: "You’re taking a mandatory two-week break. Effective immediately. No work, no fighting crime, no carrying the emotional baggage of your entire family. Just rest."

Grayson: laughs, but in the way someone does when they’re hoping you’re joking "You can’t be serious."

Dr. Eto: "Dead serious. And to make sure you actually take this break, I’ve already written letters."

Grayson: "...Letters?"

Dr. Eto: "Letters. One to your work—because I know you have a job outside of whatever it is you actually do—one to your family, and one to whoever signs off on your daily self-sacrificial tendencies."

Grayson: stares "You did not."

Dr. Eto: smugly "Oh, I did. And if I hear that you are not taking this break, I will personally show up at your home and read them all aloud."

Grayson: mutters "This is an abuse of power."

Dr. Eto: "This is therapy."

Grayson: sighs, rubbing his temples "Okay, okay. You win. Two weeks."

Dr. Eto: smiles warmly "Good. Now, finish your tea. It’s supposed to help with stress."

Grayson: "Do you have one that helps with existential crises?"

Dr. Eto: grins "I’ll see what I can do."

[END TRANSCRIPT]

THERAPIST NOTES: Diagnosis: Overworked. Severely emotionally exhausted. Too good at pretending he’s fine.

Treatment Plan: Mandatory two-week break. Monitor stress levels. Introduce actual rest as a concept. Maybe trick him into hobbies that don’t involve saving people.

Letters Sent:

One to his very concerned workplace

One to his probably dysfunctional family

One to the man who may or may not be Batman

Conclusion: Richard Grayson is a chronic overachiever with a hero complex the size of Gotham. He is a genuinely good person who struggles to believe he deserves rest. For now, I will force him into taking a break. If he does not take it, I will personally track down the person who raised him and tell them to intervene.

…Though, something tells me that person is also in desperate need of therapy.

FILE STATUS: ACTIVE NEXT SESSION: TWO WEEKS (AFTER HE ACTUALLY RESTS)

[puddleslimewrites]

Overworked (Prompt #11)

"Helloooo!"

Hero blinked slowly, only just registering the blur of a hand waving in front of their face.

Villain frowned. "What's up with you?" they demanded. "First you don't show up to our fight, then you ignore me and walk right past me when I show up at your door. You didn't even have the decency to leave a coded message!"

Hero stared blankly at their nemesis. "...Sorry?" They really must be out of it if they didn't notice all that.

The villain pressed forward. Hero didn't seem to notice how close they were. "Are you sick? Hurt?"

It took a moment for Hero to register the questions and then another to realize that they were supposed to answer. "Just...tired."

Villain finally leaned out of their space, eyes narrowed. "Well that won't do. I need you at your best if I'm going to beat you!"

Hero nodded absently, already zoning of the conversation.

[lgbtqplusultra]

Did I spend a huge amount of time on this to redo Izuku’s design to better flow with Katsuki?

Maybe

I’m soft for any music AUs, so here’s an idol/boyband au

[patricide-doll]

Jason: the legion didn’t raise a quitter!

Leo: NO! THEY RAISED AN IDIOT WHO CAN’T TAKE BREAKS GO TO BED ITS 3 AM, STOP TRAINING?

[evostrashbin]

You need a break, summoner

[whumppromptoftheday]

the voices from below shake the ice in hero's cup, desperate cries for help, "Why aren't you helping us!?"

"I'm just so fucking exhausted," hero sobs, hands in their hair as they slide down their wall onto the ground.

[fujii-draws]

Continuation of this (+ft Aimilios’s aura sensory overload)

[the-broken-pen]

“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

[willthespy]

children of the underworld doodles inspired by @thegoldenappleofdiscord’s reblog

[deebrisbyfish]

So, this strip isn't REALLY about burnout. I mean, I deal with that problem all the dang time and that fear did INSPIRE the ideas, but this is actually the beginning of what I'm hoping will be a pretty fun story arc.

The fact that I'm literally knocking on the panel border might be a clue as to where this is heading for some of my long-term fans. Hope you enjoy.

[meraki24601]

The Human Side

If Hero didn’t get some rest soon, they were going to die. Sidekick knew that the moment they saw them. They knew it days ago, really. Hell, the first time the thought crossed their mind was nearly three weeks ago.

Hero was just trying to do their job. Sidekick, the police, and countless others were also out there doing the same work, but the people didn’t want them. They wanted to be helped by Hero. 

Today, Sidekick had seen enough. Hero was so exhausted and bruised they could barely stand, but under the pressure of the cheering crowd of fans outside, they agreed to go on patrol. They had hoped that their presence would be enough to deter any criminals from acting, but Sidekick went with them just in case. As they walked, the familiar sounds of a fight rang out nearby. 

Based on the noise, whatever happened was being resolved, but they decided to check it out anyway. 

Two cops were putting cuffs on a man after what seemed to be a mugging. The victims, a small family seemingly on their way home, were huddled together to the side as the officers worked with the aggressor. Everything was taken care of, so Hero and Sidekick moved on; only one of the children saw Hero. 

“Save us, Hero!” She cried. No matter how hard Hero and Sidekick tried to convince her the police had everything under control, she and her family wouldn’t have it. Hero looked sad as they accepted the mugger from the cops. They didn’t have the strength to hold the man on his feet. The officers wound up taking the man back and waiting as the family refused to leave and give their testimony until after they’d taken pictures with Hero. 

It was time for the people to realize what they were doing to their Hero. 

The crowd outside of the office had gotten restless. They saw Hero return from patrol, knew they were in the building, and wanted to see them. Hero was finally getting some rest on the small couch in the back of Sidekick's office when someone in the crowd threw a rock at the window. It hit hard enough that the sound echoed in the small room and woke Hero. 

Sidekick tried to soothe them back to sleep, but the damage was done. The so-called “adoring fans” had proven they were willing to get violent if they didn’t get what they wanted. Hero was awake and stumbling toward the door. This time, Sidekick swore they’d see a side of Hero they refused to acknowledge. 

The human side.

Careful as they could, Sidekick threw Hero’s arm over their shoulder and led them to the front door, mindful of their healing broken ribs. They didn’t argue as Hero pulled away from their support to walk out of the building. They controlled their face as the crowd screamed loud enough to make Hero flinch. 

This time, instead of following close behind Hero as the other signed autographs and shook hands, Sidekick allowed the crowd to see Hero, then stepped protectively in front of their friend. “Hello, everybody! Let’s give it up for Hero!” They screamed over the crowd.

The answering cheers were deafening. Sidekick felt Hero’s hand brush their back in a silent question, but they stepped away from the touch. “Alright, alright! Let me hear you if you saw Hero on patrol today.”

Again, the crowd cheered.

“Yeah! What about yesterday? Anybody see them take down the gang threatening downtown?”

Deafening screams.

“What about the gunfight the day before? The meet and greet the day before that? Anyone here saved by Hero from that burning building four days ago? Five days ago, anyone hear about Hero saving the woman from a rapist? Six days ago, when Hero stopped the car from crushing a family? Does anybody still remember how Hero found that missing child seven days ago?”

The crowd was putty in Sidekick's hands. People were cheering and crying; a few seemed even to be livestreaming. The whole time, Hero stayed tucked behind Sidekick, cowering away from the reaching hands that would grab and tear, disregarding the hidden and visible injuries. 

“Hey, listen up! Does anyone know what all those things mean?” Any answers to Sidekick’s question were buried in the screams, cheers, and more than a few “I love you, Hero”s that blasted Sidekick’s Eardrums. 

“Alright, Alright. That’s right, everyone. That means Hero has been working all day every day for the past seven days without being allowed to rest or take the time to see to their wounds properly! Woohoo!”

A few cheers still rang out, but Sidekick was mainly met with low gasps and confused looks. Hero’s hand gripped Sidekick’s arm tightly, but they weren’t about to stop yet. They had the people’s attention. 

“Yep! That’s right! That means Hero is a total beast, right?” 

A few more confident cheers.

“Hero is a real superhuman, right?” 

The volume was back, but there was concern simmering under the surface.

“Hero is an actual god, right!” 

The people who cheered jumped around and grabbed at the people actually looking at Hero. Sidekick could tell some of the tears this time were not happy ones.

“Wrong! Hero is a human! A person just like you and me.” 

A few people had the nerve to boo at Sidekick, but they weren’t near done. “Hey, anyone want to guess how many hours of sleep Hero could get in the last month? A grand total of 90 hours! Isn’t that crazy? People are supposed to get around 240 in that time.”

“Oh! You know what? I’ve got a great idea. Let’s take a look at the damage saving those people from that car did. Sound good?” Sidekick growled as they dragged Hero out from behind them. The motioned jostled Hero so much they could only gasp for air instead of begging Sidekick to stop. 

Hero’s hands gripped Sidekick's arms as they lifted Hero’s shirt. The action wasn’t to stop what was happening. No, Hero could only hang on and rely on Sidekick to keep them from falling to the ground. They didn’t have the strength to stop the people from seeing the mottled bruises covering their side. They didn’t have the will to beg Sidekick not to turn them and display the gash from where they had been stabbed during a robbery. 

Sidekick lowered Hero’s shirt, adjusting their grip on the other to hold them in a way they hoped didn’t hurt too bad. “Oops. Sorry about that last one. That wasn’t from the car crash. That was from the robbery two weeks ago. Man, that’s barely healed at all, huh? Hey, Hero, why don’t you have that bandaged? Oh, right. When you tried to get medical attention, a woman screamed at you until you got her kid out of a tree, definitely within their reach.”

“You’re lying!” Someone in the crowd called, “You’re lying. Hero is a hero. They protect us!”

Sidekick scoffed, “You’re right! I’m sorry. Here you go, Hero. Go protect them.” Though it sickened them, Sidekick lifted their arms, pulling their support away from Hero. Their stomach churned as their friend fell to the ground and didn’t move.

The crowd parted as a man pushed to the front. He glared down at Hero and began to laugh. “Seems you’re right. Hero is broken.” The man yanked a gun out of his jacket, aiming it down at Hero. Several people screamed, and the security guards and police officers keeping control of the crowd moved to charge the man, but Sidekick waved them off. They signaled them to stay ready, but now wasn’t the time.

Gun waving in the air, the man pushed past the barriers and slowly approached Hero. “It’s been exhausting, living in fear of this idiot for so long. Thank you for taking out the competition. You really have done great work. The streets are clean, and the addicts are absolutely begging for more. You can die knowing you helped me greatly, Hero.” 

The man stepped into range, and Sidekick had their gun pressed to the man’s head before he could lower the barrel to aim at Hero again. In the blink of an eye, every officer, security guard, and protector inside the building and outside had surrounded the man, all aiming their chosen weapons to strike should the man so much as twitch. 

“Sorry, friend.” Sidekick giggled. “Just because Hero needs to take a vacation doesn’t mean they’re leaving the city unprotected.”

Sidekick pulled away from the would-be shooter and helped Hero to their feet. They made sure Hero was in good hands, then moved forward to address the audience one last time. “Listen up. You’ve trusted Hero to protect you, right? Well, now you need to learn to trust the people Hero trusts. Hero will never stop saving the city, but they can’t do it alone. I think you can see that now. 

“Hero hand chose everyone in this building to help them keep you safe. They took the time to meet every single officer in the police department and knows them all by name. Hero is our hero, too. Let us do the job we were trusted to do. Let us help Hero. Let us help you.”

The crowd was silent as the officers took the would-be shooter away. There were a few hushed murmurs as Sidekick took Hero back into their arms, but none were loud enough to cover Hero’s gentle chuckle, “I knew you were jealous you didn’t get to make a big speech after the burning building.” Sidekick simply flicked Hero’s nose and helped them back inside. It was about time Sidekick forced them to see the medics.

“Thank you, Sidekick!” A single voice called right before the door closed behind them. The lobby of the building was quiet. Most of the people had rushed outside to protect Hero and were now doing crowd control. 

That was all well enough. It meant no one except Hero saw how the thanks brought tears to Sidekick’s eyes. Even Hero chose not to bring attention to it.

Sidekick didn’t think anyone knew their name.

[joocomics]

i keep talking but this is the last one for now. i haven't had a decent sleep for a week cuz this stupid project i should've started after the prof announced it. i regret it but at least i finished it. another project to do again 🥹 it's neverending with the midterms.

idk if you did this but do you have any thoughts on somno for the members? i think jiseok would be up for this especially with his cockwarming obsession i swear.

- 🫧

# xdinary heroes + consensual somno

i do cause i can see all of them be open to this! after you talk about trying it sometime all of them would go for it sooner or later

♡ gunil

i see him as a big morning sex type of guy, so he definitely likes waking you up with his cock. fucking first thing in the morning helps him feel refreshed and energised for the rest of the day, and it happens frequently. most likely that’s why one day you tell him there’s no need to always wait for you to wake up, he can just use you to cum and get on with his day

you, wanting him to use you in your most vulnerable state for his own pleasure, the gentle toying with your clit and ass that you’re not even aware of, the surprised gasp you make once you wake up from him reaching your sweet spot - he loves it all, and every time he does it he takes a few clips so he can show you what you missed

♡ jungsu

he loves the idea of turning you on in your sleep. he doesn’t even necessarily feel the need to fuck you, he just wants to worship your body, kiss you up and down and eventually turn you carefully on your back to use his tongue till you start moaning in your sleep

he does it to make the experience fun for you more than for himself. he thinks you’re adorable when you wake up close to cumming from his fingers with your eyelids heavy, your hair messy and your voice deep and raspy from how sleepy you are; he also enjoys the first few seconds of surprise after you open your eyes and you have trouble getting used to the intense rush that he built in your tummy

♡ jiseok/gaon

you are damn right - cockwarming is one of jiseok’s kinks for multiple reasons, and on days when he’s exhausted from work he loves napping with his cock inside you. sometimes you plan it and that’s how you fall asleep together as he spoons you, but sometimes you fall asleep first and he pulls down your shorts to sneak his erection in letting the warmth of your cunt relax him until he drifts off to sleep too (just to wake up fifteen minutes later and start thrusting till he cums)

he also loves it when you wake him up by sucking his tip or straight up bouncing on his cock. he gets really turned on when you don’t shy away from getting what you want. however, you get to do what you wish to him while he’s asleep, but after he wakes up there’s a high chance he’s turning you over and not being vanilla at all

♡ seungmin/o.de

i see him taking more time to do this with you after you have the talk in comparison to other members perhaps. it’s when he catches you having a wet dream the realisation that this is the perfect moment to try it out hits him. he starts by gently brushing his lips over your shoulder as you sleep on one side, your quiet whimpers make his cock twitch, and his mind curious to know if you’re getting wetter from your dream

he ends up loving it cause the way you clench around him while you’re asleep feels even more exciting; the vulnerability and the intimacy of it is another thing that plays a big part of why he finds it hot

he praises you despite knowing you probably won’t hear the compliments until he slides it in

♡ hyeongjun/junhan

i think he prefers you practicing somno on him. he likes being used for your own personal pleasure, and he finds it exciting knowing you can randomly decide to sit on his cock while he’s asleep

he has a good time giving it to you when he wakes up with a morning wood of course, but the thrill of you playing with it as you wish while he’s still dreaming hits different for him. he loves opening his eyes to you already licking up his pre cum, ready to get yourself off by riding him as quick as possible

♡ jooyeon

if you sleep only in oversized t-shirts or nightgowns (with or without panties) there’s no way the thought of somno hasn’t crossed his mind. often when he catches you sleeping on your tummy with your ass exposed he gets the urge to squish it and push himself in. i won’t be surprised if this is some of his favorite type of porn to watch to be quite honest, i see this as a turn on for him

he loves it even more when he’s the one who’s sleeping. as a passionate lover of lazy sex he enjoys himself to the fullest when he can chill and you do the work. that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t tease you or command you after he wakes up from your mouth around his cock though. if you’re going to disrupt his nap you have to be ready to deep throat him until you’re out of breath and he always lets you know that

[raliciel]

Patapon posting

[sassypantsjaxon]

Well, now that my Mic post has been hijacked to talk about Aizawa, can somebody find me the post about how Mic rarely gets talked about outside of his relationship with Aizawa

[bananonbinary]

rewatching danny phantom and i think part of why i like this show is the complete lack of butch hartmanish family dynamics. the world is....basically kind to danny? i mean, yeah, he gets bullied by other kids, but his parents are well meaning, if clueless, and his sister is genuinely supportive, and even his teacher who is framed as an antagonist a lot of the time genuinely cares about him. hell, his evil arch nemesis wants to adopt him! its a lot easier to stomach as you get older than other kids shows because the adults are genuinely NOT just randomly evil child haters, they just...don't know what's going on.

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumper was on a warpath against the heroes,having lost friends and what they considered their entire life to the whumpee in particular. The whumpee wanted to apologize as best as they could, they wanted to cry out that they had never meant to hurt them, but it was too late now, the whumper had nothing left, and they would make sure the whumpee didn’t either.