#prompt: working to exhaustion

[serickswrites]

So Tired

Part 2

Warnings: kidnapping, restraints, gag, torture, video camera

Caretaker’s eyes burned. They hadn’t slept in days and they hadn’t stopped pouring over what little information they had about Whumpee’s disappearance. They couldn’t stop looking, but they also needed sleep. They would be of no help to Whumpee if they couldn’t keep their eyes open.

Caretaker blinked a few times trying to clear their blurry vision. They were seeing two of every word they read. They needed sleep more than they needed another cup of coffee. But sleeping meant that they weren’t looking for Whumpee and they needed to look for Whumpee.

“You look awful,” a voice came from the doorway.

Caretaker jumped, but smiled weakly as they saw Friend standing in the doorway. “I feel awful.”

Friend walked in and put a hand on Caretaker’s shoulder. “You can’t overwork yourself, Caretaker. Get some sleep. Come at this with fresh eyes.”

Caretaker shook their head. “If I stop looking for Whumpee who’s going to find them?”

“You don’t have to stop looking. Just take a break. Get some sleep. Come back refreshed.”

Caretaker opened their mouth to protest, but Friend spoke first. “Tell you what, I’ll look over the information for now and I’ll tell you my thoughts when you wake up? Fair?”

Caretaker yawned. “F-F-Fair,” they said around another yawn. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Take your time,” Friend called as they settled in at Caretaker’s desk and pulled out their phone.

Friend pulled up the video feed from the camera they had installed in the room that they had locked Whumpee in. Friend Whumper smiled to themself as they saw Whumpee bound at the wrist and ankle and ball gag stuffed in their mouth. They certainly were having their fun with Whumpee. And it was fun to see Caretaker suffer so. Whumper pushed the button that allowed the video camera to transmit sound. “I’ll be home soon and we can really start with some fun. I was reading a particularly interesting article about burns. What do you think, Whumpee?”

Whumper chuckled at the fear in Whumpee’s eyes. This was going to be so much fun.

[lastoneout]

math fans 🤝 insect fans 🤝 country music fans 🤝 comic book fans 🤝 rap fans 🤝 furries 🤝 history fans

having randos pop up to say cruel things and/or offer incredibly misinformed critiques/fun facts about your interest whenever you have the audacity to bring it up

[tringstarruuu]

Took me a while but I finally finished my piece for @whaexchange's gotcha for Gaza! Requested by anonymous~ Thanks for donating! 🌇✨

[starry-songs-canvas]

A Little Nap

More prompt-ish than blorb-ish this time around.

Basically, the Batfam find Danny after he had to chase down one of his villains, (idk who) and after the whole reunion of Danny and Damian (“You had a whole twin brother, and you didn’t tell us?!?!”) they realize that Danny is beyond exhaustion. Like, Tim-when-he’s-on-the-third-consecutive-world-ending-crisis exhausted, and is insisting he heads back to Amity Park. (“What if my parents realize my sisters ecto-contaminated? What if they tell the GIW?!? What if Pariah Dark wakes up again?!? What if Mr. Lancer does another pop-quiz for half the grade?!?! I can’t miss another pop-quiz!!!”)

Damian logics his way into Danny taking “Just twenty minutes, we’ll wake you if anything happens, promise,” nap, which winds up with Danny being down for days. By the time he wakes up,

1. His father now has his and his sisters (Dani, too) custody and at the Manor. 2. The GiW has both the Justice League and public opinion against them. Also, most of their bases have mysteriously been razed to the ground.

And 3. The Anti-Ecto Acts have a ton of people wanting them repealed.

Oh, and Vlad Masters is also being taken to court under allegations of election fraud, mind-controlled business partners, and abuse of a minors and cloning.

[whumpbug]

slightly hyper-specific trope but i totally adore sedative whump with a distressed whumpee. like. okay listen.

whumpee is in a super high stress situation, but they need to be subdued for whatever reason. personally, my mind goes to a whumpee being arrested or taken by the authorities while freaking out for whatever reasons, and they can’t get whumpee to calm down and stop thrashing against the restraints. cue whumpee being stuck with a needle filled with some kind of sedative or relaxant. whumpee’s panicked screams and gasps and struggling slowly start to lessen as they realize how heavy their eyelids are and how fuzzy their head feels. they blink more frequently, trying to clear their hazy vision. their speech becomes more slurred and garbled, and they aren’t even sure if they’re getting the words out. they’re still fighting against whoever is holding them down, but they are so uncoordinated that they can hardly do anything as hands guide them to wherever they needed to go in the first place. after a few more moments, their head begins lolling to the side and their eyes become impossible to keep open as they lose the fight against sleep that their body is pulling them under.

ugh! (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) just something about a whumpee unable to fight against their own body’s call for unconsciousness makes me insane and i love it so much.

[snarkspawn]

a little sketch for the kinnporsche anniversary event week 1: favourite main character

[inhurtandincomfort]

Whumpees who do a lot of physical work. Maybe they work out as a way to cope, or to train for their job. Maybe they're forced to do hard labour, intensive and strenuous work. And they don't take care of themselves, or their captors don't take care of them - whatever the reason they don't sleep enough, they're malnourished, they cannot sustain their active lifestyle. They push and push until they can't anymore.

One day they just... collapse. They drop whatever they're carrying as their arms fall like dead weight, their legs crumple beneath them and just won't support them, Perhaps they ache and tremble, perhaps they feel completely fine... They just won't work. Whumpees conscious, they're okay; their body just can't work under these conditions anymore.

Caretakers or fellow captives having to support Whumpee practically carrying them. Every time whumpee thinks they can stand again, they get a hard reality check as they crash to the floor as soon as support is revoked.

Whumpers angry that Whumpee can't do anymore, but it's not their fault. Whumpers going to have to give them a more nourishing diet and more rest if they want effective workers.

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Me, working on prompts for the week: Okay, let’s have some fun with this!

Day 1, angsty character study: aw dang it

Day 2, sad comic moment retelling: aw dang it

Day 3, all three versions angsty: aw dang it

Day 4, full of sad bois: aw dang it

Day 5, both versions angsty: aw dang it

Day 6, melancholy: aw dang it

Day 7, free day with a happier ending: Yay!!

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 19: Work

In a city of endless rain and mysteries, a detective’s work is never done.

[pluralprompts]

Prompt #2,144

"How long have you been sitting there working on this?!"

Blearily, System A blinked at them. Then, at the time. Then, back at Character A.

"... A couple... hours?" they slurred, and Character B couldn't decide whether to first bury their face in their hands or to drag System A to bed right that instant.

[artemismoorea03]

DP x DC: Kings' Tasks

Danny was the King to the Ghost Zone but it came with a few... rules.

Rule 1: His human side had to be at least 18 years old.

Rule 2: He had to be in 'training' to help him learn how to properly lead the Ghost Zone and protect them in the case of an emergency.

and Rule 3: He had to do tasks for each of the Ancient Ghosts within the Ghost Zone. Most of the tasks were easy and he didn't even know they were happening.

For Clockwork he helped take down Dan.

For Pandora he helped get her box back.

For Frostbite he retrieved the Infi-Map

Now his next task was to help 'Lady Gotham'. A ghost as powerful as the others, but ten times bigger than any of the other Ancient Ghosts within the Ghost Zone.

Who would have thought that Lady Gotham's task would be helping keep her "Noble Knights" from getting themselves killed fighting crime in the most dangerous city in their corner of the Infinite Realms.

[two-thirds-of-a-kind]

ISATOBER DAY 9: MEMORY

The memory of it will always haunt you.

You'll always be haunted by the specter of your lost homeland. The island north of Vaugarde.

It's name? Gone. It's faith? Gone. It's people? Gone.

A few scattered survivors with the vague outline of a memory are all that's left.

No one will ever remember it. Not as long as the Universe wills it. No one will ever remember you. After all, your past is so inextricably intertwined with that it'll devour you whole as well. Erase you from your family's memory alongside any trace of your home.

You can't let them go home. You can't let them forget you.

please please please please please

this is all you need

[satans-knitwear]

🫥

[whumpbees]

Exhausted whumpees. Aching all the way through, whimpering at even the smallest of movement even as whumper berates them for it because they can't help it- and maybe they keep going until their vision blurs, until sounds go distant and fuzzy and they collapse.

[whumpbug]

hey so I'm gonna send a lil prompt

You don't have to answer it of course but it's been rolling around in my head for a while and I doubt I'LL write it since I don't know how you feel about fanfics

so I figured

why not put it in your askbox just for the sake of it

The idea is that at some point, Archie goes to Simon's apartment for either a minor injury (really just an excuse to see him) or something that's kind of serious but can be delt with pretty easily. Basically anything that isn't fatal and wouldn't be fatal even without intervention. When he gets there he sees that Simon is clearly MUCH worse off than him for whatever reason and now they're BOTH fussing over each OTHER and fighting over who gets taken care of by the other

Definitely a whumpee-turned-caretaker/caretaker-turned-whumpee situation. I don't know I just think it'd be fun but if you're busy or something that's totally cool I just wanted to show it to you

HI ANON!!!!! like i said in a previous post, i will literally give you my firstborn child if you ever make a fanfic for my boys. i dont think you understand how thrilled i would be. you are ALWAYS welcome to write about my guys!!

anyways, heres a little prompt fill!!! it ended up being more about the fluff than it did about the fighting over who should be fussed over so i hope thats okay!! simon being cuddly when hes feverish is one of my favorite traits i gave him. i hope you enjoy too!!

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In hindsight, the cut on his leg really wasn’t too bad.

Archie was about ninety-nine percent sure he would have been able to suture it himself. He saw it done more times than he could count, and the wound itself was neat and shallow, though bleeding profusely. Wouldn’t have taken him more than twenty minutes.

But he really missed Simon.

Simon had been swamped with exams and lab practicals and volunteer hours for the last week and a half. The poor guy had 2 hours a day to himself if he was lucky. Archie made himself scarce to not add more to his plate, of course, but it had been three days.

He figured a little pit stop couldn’t hurt. Even though it was well past midnight, Archie knew Simon had finished his last final in the afternoon because he texted him that he was going to knock out, and then went radio silent.

It had been seven hours since then. Simon was definitely awake by now.

So that’s how Archie ended up silently slipping through Simon’s kitchen window, a common practice for him, angling his leg just right so as to not drip blood all over his floor. 

All the lights were off. Weird.

He shut the window gently behind him and padded into the living room, squinting as his eyes started adjusting to the dark.

Suddenly, a lamp flicked on and Archie nearly died of a heart attack then and there.

He blinked at the sudden brightness and was greeted by.. Simon?

His friend was slowly sitting up from the couch, head still lowered as he viciously scrubbed the sleep from his eyes. There was a mess of blankets and pillows surrounding him as he propped himself up on his forearms. 

Had he been sleeping?

“Archie?” His voice was rough. He blinked blearily, hair mussed from sleep. “What are you doing here?”

Simon’s gaze lowered to the bright red stain on Archie’s leg and he jolted a little bit. 

“Oh. I see. Come sit down, I’ll--” He was cut off by a soft yawn-- “take a look at it.”

Simon went to grab the suturing kit that was already on the coffee table from the last time Archie stopped by, but his hand slipped and he nearly toppled over. Archie rushed to catch him.

Something was not right.

Simon was never one to be this groggy. He was the kind of person that could go from dead asleep to awake and alert in a matter of seconds. He hardly ever had a “wake-up” period, and he was certainly never this out of it.

When Archie helped Simon back to sitting, he frowned at the unnatural heat he felt beneath his palms.

“Simon? Are you okay?” He cupped his cheek and stifled a hiss at the burning, fevered skin.

“You’re burning up!" Archie exclaimed.

He should have known something was up when Simon didn't text him after his nap. He suddenly felt a bit guilty. "I'm sorry for waking you, I should have called first. You should be sleeping.”

Simon shook his head, but it only succeeded in making him dizzier. “Mmh. I’m fine. You’re the one bleeding. Just sit down, would you?”

“No way. This--” Archie motioned to his leg-- “can wait. You’re sick. You’re exhausted. You need rest. I'll get you some medicine and some tea, okay?"

“Just sit down. You're dripping blood. I can still suture. I’m fine. I can practically do it with my eyes closed.” He looked up at Archie again in a hazy way that made him not want to test that theory.

Still, Archie knew Simon well enough to know that he wouldn’t back down, especially not while mildly delirious from fever. He had to improvise.

He made a show of sighing and sitting down as if he resigned to Simon’s orders, but then, when his guard was down, he reached over and snatched the suturing kit from Simon’s trembling hands.

“Hey!” He shouted, but it came out as more of a whine. He was too disoriented to do anything about it anyways.

“Shush. How about I let you sit here with me while I do suture myself, y’know, so you can supervise, as long as you promise to let me get you to bed when I’m done.”

Simon peered up at Archie with glassy, fever-bright eyes and finally relented.

“Fine.”

Archie smiled. Admittedly, he was very pleased with his small victory. He sat back on the couch, beside Simon, and propped up his leg.

He pulled out the pre-threaded needle and hemostats and got to work.

The process was actually relatively easy. Archie practically memorized how it looked when Simon did it, so it was no trouble at all. He fell into the rhythm of threading, looping, anf knotting.

He only faltered the smallest bit when he felt the weight of Simon chin settle on his shoulder. In the corner of his eye, he could see Simon was flagging. He was more exhausted than he was letting on. He was blinking slowly and lazily, gradually nuzzling further and further into the side of Archie’s neck.

By the time Archie finished the last knot, Simon was nearly a deadweight on him. Archie's heart clenched.

“Alright sleeping beauty. Let’s get you to bed, m’kay?” He murmured, replacing the items in the suturing kit and carefully getting up to crouch in front of Simon in an offer of a piggy back ride.

Simon was not one to decline.

It took Archie a bit longer because of the throbbing pain in his leg, but he eventually got Simon tucked into his bed with a damp washcloth on his chest and forehead. 

Just as Archie was leaving to go find the ibuprofen, he heard the smallest, saddest sound come from the bundle of blankets.

“You’re leaving..?”

Archie thought he might die right there. 

He all but dashed back to Simon’s bedside and cupped his face. “No. No, of course not. Not when you’re feeling this sick. I just wanted to get you some medicine. I’ll be right back.”

Simon just averted his hazy eyes and huffed a small whimper. “Stay? Please?”

Archie bit his lip in contemplation, but his mind was made up before the question even made its way out of Simon’s mouth. 

He kicked off his shoes and crawled under the covers next to Simon, who scooted over to make room, and pulled him into an all-consuming embrace. 

Simon melted easily into it, letting his head fall on Archie’s chest. Even in his foggy state of mind, he made sure to be careful of Archie’s injured leg as he wrapped himself around him. 

Finally, he felt like he could breathe again after such a hellish week.

Archie rubbed up and down his spine, reveling in how the tension in Simon’s muscles melted away with each pass.

Medicine would have to wait. For now, this was far more effective.

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[nk-rinji]

There is few things that can shake Rinji's resolve when it comes to travel, and being thousand upon thousands malms away from ground of water, with absolutely no chance of surviving in case of a crash and being at the whims of the weather? That might just do it. Rinji rarely ever takes airship flights outside of her duties - she does, however, like to people-watch from the nearby stations.

JUNELEZEN DAY 16 — "AIRSHIP"