#prompt: sleep deprivation

[alpaca-clouds]

Whumpuary 14: Sleepless

Prompts: Breakdown, Sleep Deprivation

The second to last story for @whumpuary and now we are finally going back to Astarion/Tav in the post-canon stuff.

Sleepless

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Ship: Astarion/Tav Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Once more, Astarion wakes from a nightmare. Once more, Tav is there to care for him.

[serickswrites]

How Long Have You Been Like This?

Warnings: captivity, restraints, sleep deprivation, torture, gaslighting

Whumpee looked up at the ceiling, the standing cuffs chafing their wrists. The room was so bright, the lights on the ceiling burning bright no matter if Whumpee closed their eyes or not.

Everything hurt and yet it shouldn’t. Or at least Whumper told them so. “I’ve yet to lay a finger on you, Whumpee. Why are you crying?”

At that point, Whumpee doubted they should be crying, too. Whumper had just captured me, tied me up, and then mostly left me alone. So why do I think that everything hurts?

“The mind plays tricks so often, Whumpee. I’m not hurting you. This is for your own good.”

Maybe it was for their own good. They couldn’t remember. Maybe Whumper was trying to help them. It had been so long since they slept. They were so tired. And everything hurt. 

“This is for your own good, Whumpee. I’m just trying to help you. You keep hurting yourself. Let me help you,” Whumper purred, their eyes concealed by dark sunglasses. 

Maybe the room is really bright. “You know I have photosensitivity, Whumpee. I can’t believe you would be so insensitive to me.”

Did I speak? “You’re talking. Running your mouth. Saying mean things to me. It’s really uncalled for, Whumpee. I’m just trying to help you.”

Sorry. Hurts. Tired. 

“Well, if you would just let me help you, you wouldn’t hurt anymore, Whumpee. I’m going to go. Give you a chance to think about how you can make it up to me.”

Sorry. Please. Don’t leave me. Sorry.

But Whumper had already left, leaving Whumpee alone in the burning light. Their arms ached, their shoulders burned, and their body hurt. But most of all, Whumpee was beginning to doubt their pain, doubt their suffering. Sorry. Please. Come back. Help me. 

[gothamstodd]

safety in numbers (2215 words) by gothamstodd Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon & Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Sleep Deprivation, Blood and Injury, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Dick Grayson Tries to Be a Good Older Sibling, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd are Siblings, Jason Todd-centric, Hurt Jason Todd, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, And He Gets One!, in spirit.., Bad Things Happen Bingo, Jason Todd Whump, Medical Inaccuracies Series: Part 5 of bad things happen bingo Summary: Jason is tired, but there's no rest when everyone in the alley is relying on him, when he can't relax into his bed because what if something happens or someone comes to hurt him and he's not alert to face it?

" Rough patrol?" Oracle's distorted voice comes through with just a touch of static in Jason's busted comm.

He forces back a childish whine of distaste, "What can I do for you, Oracle?" He asks instead, gingerly swinging his leg over the windowsill, stabilizing his swollen knee with a shaking hand, "In the market for some intel? You know it'll cost you." He doesn't bother holding back a hiss of discomfort as he drops down to the distressed hardwood of his safe house.

" Not quite. " Barbara says cautiously, " I'm checking in ."

"Checking in?" Jason asks, raising an incredulous eyebrow beneath his hood. He limps into the kitchen, dragging his useless leg behind himself.

" You've been out every night for the past six weeks. No breaks, sunset to sunrise. Are you even sleeping?"

Jason grits his teeth, tugging off the helmet and letting it clatter onto the counter in front of him. Since when do you care? He wants to say, I don't take breaks .

"Bats are nocturnal, you know that, Barbie." He goes for instead, forcing a false grin into his voice.

She makes a disapproving sound, " You took some hits tonight ."

[mkarchin713]

DC x DP Prompt: Sticky Note

Poor sleep deprived Danny has been kidnapped by the Joker.

In the goons defense they thought only Tim Drake would fall for the old “hey kid you wanna have some Death Wish Coffee, just hop into our scary murder van” trick.

Joker was not exactly happy his goons grabbed the wrong black haired, blue eyed, sleep deprived college aged kid.

After shooting one of his goons Joker had calmed down enough to accept this was a lemons and lemonade situation.

He had the plexiglass tubes set up to fill with acid at a moments notice and his other goons were on their way with Red Robin. He could make whole “choose who dies, your bird or your lovers kid” ploy workout even if he used a random civilian. He just puts a blindfold and mouth gag on the civilian and look, instant Tim Drake.

Joker had to admit to Curly’s corpse that at least he kidnapped a Tim Drake lookalike who was so out of it already they didn’t even need to drug or threaten him. All the kid did was mumble something about fruitloops and fell asleep in the tube.

Now all Joker had to do was wait for Red Robin to get here.

…

Everything had been going so smoothly.

The brats were in the tubes, the live stream was up and running, and Batsy looked ready to tear his head off.

Unfortunately Harry just had to interrupt his monologue. Apparently there was a problem with “Tim Drakes” tube.

It was empty.

…. It was Empty!!?!

Well not entirely empty.

On the inside of the tube was a little green sticky note

I got bored so I left 😜

He got bored!?

Joker had bored him!?

Joker would not take this lying down.

He would find that kid and show him just how exciting he could be.

Right after Batman stopped punching him.

[rainpunk07]

hear me out, danny speaking russian (dc x dp hc)

so i was just watching a video about space, right? allegedly, turns out if you (an american) wanna board the international space station you must speak russian fluently since the only way to get there is by a russian shuttle and pilot (nasa apparently ended their own shuttle program way back when??) (don’t quote me on this)

so picture danny learning russian at a relatively young age for the sole hope of going to space and such, and it coming out every once in a while when he’s mumbling or something like that (it’s basically second nature to him)

so danny ends up at gotham for whatever reason (demon twins, reveal gone wrong, idc, they’re all cool) and he wants to start anew, so he pretends to only speak russian?? ig?? it’d make for some funny/interesting BatFam interactions i suppose

i don’t know where i was going with this but i want to read prompts of danny speaking russian

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 283

Now Jason would like it known that there was no mpreg situation going on. He isn’t even sure where people got that idea in the first place. Sure, he had taken a few Cores from the goons-in-white who had dared to set up in his turf. 

And sure maybe the excess energy from the pit (no wonder he’d been so irritable) was what said baby halfas (Okay, so they’re half human? Alright) had used to reform. And maybe the oldest is visibly less than a year old. 

But there Was No Mpreg Situation! He is this close to shooting someone! It was annoying (and slightly amusing) when it was just his goons, but now the Bats have seemingly got it in their heads! Dear Gotham it’s a good thing he’s not planning on like, ever revealing who he is because he would never be able to live this rumor down. 

[Winged Ghosts Au too, that seems to be getting lost in reblogs when it's just in the tags lol]

[kettlefire]

Maybe a Bit High (DpxDC)

Really, Danny shouldn't have been there. He had so many other things he should be doing. He wasn't even supposed to in Gotham!

Danny wished he could be safely tucked in bed right now. Or having another fight with his mom. Or dealing with another one of Sam and Tucker's squabbles.

Truly, anything was better than this. Then, being on the run, in a completely different state. Not recognizing anything anywhere and having to somehow find his dad somewhere in this city.

So yes, with Danny's luck, he had assumed the commotion by the docks had something to do with his search.

And of course, with Danny's luck, it had absolutely nothing to do with him.

Maybe things got a little out of hand. Really, Danny wasn't equipped to deal with a drug bust. His experience with crime tends to be of the ghostly nature.

Really, how do people even do these without getting a little bit high?

Was he even high? Could halfas get high? Was the powder he accidentally ingested the drugs? The one he got a giant mouthful of? Or was it the strange purplish liquid that coated like half his body?

Really, Danny wasn't in the frame of mind to try and figure all that out. It sounded more like a Jazz and Sam question.

God, Sam was going to be so bummed out for missing out on Danny's first trip. Not that Danny could even tell her what drugs these were...

Maybe he should go to a hospital?

Or maybe he should mess with this crane. Like, it looks fun! Wait, but people aren't supposed to use heavy machinery when high...

It's fine... probably. It's not like Danny was that high. Right?

Yea, he's fine. Besides, he's a halfa! He's like ninety percent sure he couldn't even get high. And Tucker would be so on board with his idea.

Hold on, the storage units look more fun. Danny couldn't help wanting to find out what was hiding behind all those walls.

Oh, but the sky looks so pretty from here! Even with the city lights and the light smog, Danny could make out the twinkling stars.

Maybe he should go for a fly. Even if he was high, technically, that would be fine, right? Flying is like walking for him. And it's not illegal to walk high! Just to be high...

Okay, okay, a flight it is. It'll atleast keep him away from civilians, and then he'll find his dad. Yes, Danny still needed to do that.

He couldn't lose his objective. He just needed to take a breather, and then track down his dad. Track him down somewhere in this large, bustling city.

It'll be fine, totally fine. Danny was totally not panicking. His current trip was truly not going downhill.

Was he forgetting to breathe? Wait, no, Danny was still Phantom. He didn't need to breathe, he's fine. It's fine...

Unless it wasn't. What if it was all in Danny's head? What if all this halfa stuff was all just a part of his really weird trip? What if he tries to fly and just ends up drowning in the river?

Okay, okay. Focus Danny, focus. He just needed to find his dad. That's it. His dad would know what to do. His dad could fix this.

Oh, and there he is! It was a little hard for Danny to focus his vision, but he knew the silhouette anywhere! It had to be his dad! Jack has such a distinct shadow!

Danny wasn't sure if he called out Dad or not. He also wasn't sure when he had decided to move. Did he fly or did he run?

It didn't matter. His dad knew, anyways. All Danny was focused on was the feeling of hugging his dad again...

And the strange armor his dad was wearing? It must have been something Jack rigged up to protect himself during these dire times...

But god, Danny couldn't tear his focus away from the texture of it under his fingers. Zeroing in on that alone.

It's fine. Even if he was high, Danny could just explain it to Jack. His dad would understand! Danny was just trying to be a good hero. It's not like he was doing drugs for fun!

Besides, being curled up on his dad's shoulders feels too good right now. Whatever that pointy thing on Jack's head was wasn't a big deal. It was something a little intangiblity could fix!

[whumpster-dumpster]

Another Sickfic Alphabet

Cause why not?

A: Achy

B: Blankets

C: Contagious

D: Delirious

E: Emergency Room

F: Fever

G: Gag Reflex

H: Heating Pad

I: Insomnia

J: Jammies

K: Keel Over

L: Lingering Cough

M: Medicine

N: No Appetite

O: Overworked

P: Pale

Q: Queasy

R: Rash

S: Shivering

T: Tissues

U: Unsteady

V: Vapor Rub

W: Weakness

X: eXpectorant

Y: Yawn

Z: Zonked out

[whump-galaxy]

Thinking about a whumper that just…collects whumpee’s based on characteristics they like. You have a nice voice? Here’s your new birdcage. Pretty eyes that glint in sunlight? Here’s your new room with artificial sun 24/7. Large, powerful wings? You’ve become the whumper’s new chauffeur.

[jesuistrestriste]

need Artemis on his knees calling me mommy and begging like he’s gonna die

venus me too sighhhhghh

imagine gently forcing him down to his knees in front of you, and then making him look up to your eyes while you tell him all of the things you plan to do to him.. as soon as he can prove he deserves them.

“i bet you want it now, don’t you? hmm? don’t you, Artemis..?” you purr.

and he’s just whining and trying to hump your ankle while he lets your words get him throbbing:(

like ���please please, oh god, pl-please… i’ll do anything.. anything you want, mommy..”

so when you only giggle and reach down to swipe a thumb over his bottom lip, he starts to sniffle.. he *hiccups*.. and then he starts to cry. just a little— just enough to prove how badly he needs this. how badly he needs you.

fast, heavy tears rolling down his cheeks and dripping down over the floor. he swallows thickly and tries to cling to your thigh, “anything, anything, fucking anything, please— oh fuh-fuck, ohh please, i wanna come… tell me-tell me what i can do to earn it? please, please..”

when he says anything, he truly means anything. he’ll be perfect for you. he’ll let you bend and break and grope and fuck him until your heart’s content, just for a taste of your approval. and for a taste of your permission.

he’s such a nasty boy <3

[lunamugetsu]

Do you think Bruce keeps track of all of the members of the batfamily by using the number system? Like when a family with 2+ kids, the parents keep track of their kids by just counting their heads. (1,2, 3,etc)

Like there's a Justice League meeting/briefing, and Bruce needs to bring basically all of the members of the batfamily to the watchtower to attend the meeting. And when they're all ready to leave. Bruce just does a mental headcount on everyone as they're leaving. (Yes, even the adults of the batfamily are included in the headcount) Batwoman, Azrael, and Batwing are not exempt from headcount just because they're adults. If they're a member of the batfamily, they are included in the headcount.

And when they all meet in the Batcave, Bruce does another head count just to make sure that he didn't leave any of the kids behind or that one of the kids stayed behind. Because one time Stephanie snuck away from the group and proceeded to superglue all of the cabinets in the cafeteria in the Watchtower shut because Green Lantern and her had a difference in opinion on which tv show was better.

The counting comes in handy when one day an extremely sleep deprived Bruce, that is running on nothing but coffee and two hours of sleep for the past week. When bringing all the batfamily members into the batcave, he realizes that the headcount is one more than there should be.

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Danny and Mr.freeze

So Danny's going to college in gothem U for engineering, but... he also doubles because he's learning things to be ghost king

Frostbite and undergrowth are teaching him about medical hearbs and proper medical information, and because their amazing doctors they dont know when to stop the medical information because theres always better ways to treat something

He's also getting combat lessons from fright knight and skuller

Johnny 13 is helping him with engineering

And ember convinced (threatoned Convinced whats the difference?) Danny to do some music lessone

That on top of human school, bills, his job and the daily stress of gothem he's more sleep deprived then he was in his teens

So one day after he just finished with frostbite, he opened a portal to go home but...

He miscalculated

Rather then his apartment he ended up in Mr.Freeze's hideout...the same one noras being held in

Mr.freeze is,obviously, freaked out by the teenager that opened a portal into his lab

It took him a good few moments to figure out this kid is so sleep deprived he must have missed his mark and ended up here, he dosent trust him, but he understands now

Danny on the other have is still in the medical mindset so when he sees and recognises nora is sick he immediately goes to help without really knowing whats going on

Mr.freeze when he saw the kid was about to touch nora was about to get rid of the kid...

But then he started mummbleing

About medical knowledge, mr.freeze watched as this sleep deprived kid figured out and cured nora in the span of 6 hours

And since danny kept "sleep talking" mr.freeze followed what he did and he was...shocked this teenager knew how to figure out she was sick and cured her...

After danny was done he did what he intended to do at the far frozen and opened a portal back home

As soon as he left dr.freeze tested and ...she was cured, after all this time and energy...she was cured.

And he didnt know who to thank

.

.

.

It was about a month later that danny opened his apartment to see a man in a walking freezer and a pretty woman in a red dress outside his apartment

Danny sighed and cursed his sleeping habits

[snufkins-boot]

Dc x dp idea: time travel yaaaay

Danny, Sam and Tucker get back from fixing some errors in the time line in France just before the French Revolution.

And sure Danny got mistaken for a French aristocrat that had died the day before they got there but it wasn’t to bad, it only made their jobs easier. It won’t be a problem for them.

Meanwhile Constantine, Batman and whoever the fuck else (imma say Hal, I love that green bitch) are exploring an abandoned manor in France after there being reports of strange, violent activity, and with their latest teammate Phantom not picking up their calls Constantine had to pull these two with him instead.

“Hey guys, Phantom’s a ghost, right?”

Hal sounds hesitant as Constantine replies

“Yes, why?”

“I think I found a picture of him living.”

and there on the wall is a picture of a long dead french aristocrat, with black hair and blue eyes but every other detail the same as Phantom’s

There on the wall sits a photo of Daniel Nightingale, a teenager who was possessed by a demon and killed two servants, then himself.

[pia55tri]

“I just moved to my new Monaco apartment, but the removal company refused to carry my mattress upstairs, you live in my building, can you help me?”

thank you, anon, for sending this prompt in and all the other prompts 🫶

It’s just the universe laughing at him, really, that he’s gone and knocked on the neighbour’s door and it opens to Carlos Sainz Jr.’s perfect fucking face. In Monaco.

Oscar doesn’t even know why he’s so surprised. It was Lando who recommended this building to him, a little away from the more busy centre of the little-big city of Monaco. He said he needed it to be subtle, he needed a little bit of air. And Lando, who thrives in the bustle and chaos of the metro, immediately went, Ah! I know the place for you, mate. Check it out? Oscar did and it was perfect. And of course, he should have known that the place was exactly to his standards and needs because Lando heard about it from Carlos, who Lando has always liked saying is very similar to Oscar in all the ways that matter but that Oscar refuses to acknowledge.

“Oscar,” Carlos says with a pleasant inflection that mollifies the brief spike in Oscar’s heart rate. “What a happy surprise. Are you living here, now?”

And Oscar just looks at him with wide eyes. Oscar is still in his crumpled airport clothes and smelling of the sun and desperate for a nap. Carlos is — His hair is a mess about his head. His cheeks are covered with scruff darker than Oscar is used to seeing. And he’s shirtless, flushed lines all over his skin like he was just in bed. And. He looks like he smells like… fresh sheets or pancakes. Luxury cologne.

“Erm. Yeah. Yes. I just moved in today, actually. Actually, I knocked because,” he cringes, “because I needed someone’s help and you were the neighbour…” And, really! He should be grateful his neighbour just so happened to be someone who actually spoke the one language he could speak  and not one of the many languages he didn’t. “The moving company left my mattress downstairs and I was thinking of getting maintenance to help bring it up, but they’re all busy right now. I just. I need help.”

(Somewhere in the city, Lando Norris is laughing at him.)

Carlos patiently listens throughout his long, winding plea, and then, finally, nods, and says, “Sure. Let me just put a shirt on.”

“Right,” Oscar says.

Carlos doesn’t even bother closing his door, so Oscar stands there and tries not to watch his muscles moving as he tugs on a shirt that pulls tight around his unfortunately well-shaped biceps.

“Stairs?” he asks.

They’re not anywhere near the ground floor. So, of course, Oscar can’t turn down a challenge like that, and he says, dumbly, “Sure.”

That is how Oscar finds himself not staring at Carlos’s broad shoulders as they make their winding way down too many flights of stairs.

Oscar doesn’t even know what they talk about as they go. All he can think about is how warm it is in the stairwell, and how it makes Carlos’s lilting accent bounce around and settle into the folds of his brains. It must be the jetlag. Or the Monégasque heat. Or the insanity his sisters have always sworn he had.

When they get to the lobby, his mattress is exactly where the moving company had left it, laid mortifyingly out in the open. Thankfully, it is the middle of the day and no other residents are walking about the place to bear witness to this entire thing. Together, they haul the mattress to where it miraculously fits inside the elevator and pick up a rather lovely conversation that Oscar isn’t used to having outside a long plane-ride or at one of someone or other’s parties. What he is used to is ignoring how Carlos’s biceps bulge every time he moves or how his plush lips fall open when he breathes.

When they manoeuvre the mattress around his, actually rather sparse, furniture and onto his bedframe, Oscar is so relieved and grateful that he doesn’t even blush about his underwear lying on the floor of his room.

“Thank you,” he says, kicking a pair of Calvin Kleins behind himself. He tries for a smile. “Really appreciate it, mate.”

“It’s nothing,” Carlos shrugs.

“No, it’s really not,” he insists, leading them to the kitchen. “Actually, do you want to stay for lunch? It’s really the least I could do.”

Carlos raises his brow. “So polite?”

Oscar is about to say something smart when he abruptly shuts his mouth and spins back around from the empty fridge to face Carlos. “I. Erm.”

Carlos looks amused, eyes crinkling at the corners. Oscar can feel the heat radiating off himself.

Carlos laughs easily. “I’ll pick a place and you pay, okay?”

And Oscar nods, calm and cool. “Sure.” He can do that. It’s absolutely normal.

“I’ll drive.”

Oscar keeps nodding. “Erm. Cool.” Very cool. A ride in Carlos’s Ferrari. Nice. Cool. Chill.

But then, Carlos winks and says, “It’s a date.”

And Oscar, helpless, charmed, does not swoon. Instead, he says, “Yeah.”

[skylersprompts]

DC x DP Prompt *14*

It all started shortly after Danny moved to Gotham for college. At first he was rather confused and annoyed that random people and paparazzi called him: Richard, Tim, Dick, Jason, Timothy, Wayne, Drake, Damian, Todd or Grayson. Some he got called more often than others, but after some time he found out what was going on.

Somehow he got mistaken as one of the Wayne-Brood constantly. Like, okay he shares some features with them, but how is he getting mistaken for all of them???

Some people even started to post memes about it, especially after the fateful Day he meet Brucie Wayne. Because this absolute himboo called him ALL of his kids names, before sighing and just leaving in defeat. The press had a field day with this one.

And it wouldn't be to bad, if the paparazzi would just stop following him, because for the hundreds time he is not a Wayne!

From time to time he also encounters one of the Wayne Brothers and they also call him by one of their brothers names!

But after today he was sure it couldn't get worse. He met Tim Drake for the first time today.

"Hey Tim, can you tell-", with a frustrated yell Danny left the small coffee shop, before Drake finished his sentence.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 41

Hear me out, DP and DC crossover where Scarecrow is cousins with the Fentons. 

 His mother was siblings with Jack’s father, and both Jazz and Danny met ‘Uncle Jonathan’ during one of the many Fenton-Nightingale family reunions that happens every few years. Honestly, perhaps it’s what gets Jazz interested in psychology, hearing from her ‘uncle’ about fear and its effects.

 And honestly once they start having to deal with ghosts and having had to deal with their parents for years it’s not really hard to talk with their uncle. Crane still doesn’t know how he became these kids’ favorite uncle, or even all of the family kids’ favorite uncle-cousin, but that’s just how the family is. 

 Really he’s not even the only villain of the family, with both Jack and Maddie being close but not quite, even if they’re definitely mad scientists. Their son becoming a local hero, even if they’re not aware of that fact, is just ironic. 

 John knows. The two kids told him when they found out that Danny may or may not need to feed on fear now that he’s half ghost, and well he’s the specialist about the emotion so…

 At least they have someone to stay with when Jazz goes to Gotham university and brings Danny with her, even if the local vigilantes are concerned as to why Scarecrow attacks have suddenly took a nosedive…