#sleep deprived writing

[chaotic-orphan]

Exhausted Hero

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“Wait…”

It wasn’t the word that caused the Villain pause. It was the desperation behind it. The rain was hammering down against the fire escape outside, Villain’s hand still holding the window up. A small hand was clutching the fabric of their hoodie and Villain was left frozen like this.

They turned their head over their shoulder to see Hero. Head bowed, eyes drawn, focused on their hand in Villain’s jumper as if they didn’t quite expect it themselves.

“Yes Hero?” Villain asked, voice gentle.

Hero licked their dry lips, eyes lifting to Villain’s, looking at them through their fringe. It cast the shadows in Hero’s sockets, exposing every line, every bag under them. And they were wet with unshed tears that seemed too much for Hero to shed. Like if they did they would crumble to dust.

“Please… stay. I— I haven’t slept…” Hero whispered, voice barely audible, and loud at the same time. Loud in telling Villain how desperate they must have been to ask Villain for help. To stay? To help them? To show this vulnerability. This weakness.

It told Villain everything they needed to know.

Villain shut the window. It was the best night’s sleep Hero’s had in weeks.

[sleepyking]

Guess who’s been workin on his Titans fic>:D

I’ve been in a poetry mood recently goddamn

I will give zero context

[whumpy-whump-fanfics]

GO TO SLEEP⁉️

Tw: overworking, sleep deprived, passing out

“Whumpee i have amazing news! Our company’s ratings have skyrocketed and..Whumpee?”

Whumpee’s eyes snapped open as they looked to Caretaker, they had been working on a new design for one of the company’s outfits. “Hmm? Yeah?” Whumpee rubbed their eyes as Caretaker rested an arm on the counter. “Are you alright? You seem..More drowsy than usual.” They took a good look at Whumpee, they noticed the bags under their eyes and how pale they looked, they just looked malnourished.

“Oh, yeah I’m good, just stayed up a little late last night.”

Whumpee replied as they continued to work on the outfit, the needle and thread piercing the seams as they felt themselves start to falter and fall asleep again. Caretaker shook their shoulder, “Hey, you should sit down, you really don’t look too good.” Caretaker said while trying to lead Whumpee to a seat, but Whumpee refused, “I have to get this done, just a few more minutes.” Whumpee said as they grabbed the mannequin and tried to continue their work. But Caretaker was not having it, they grabbed Whumpee’s shoulder firmly, not hurting them though, and tried to pull them to the seat.

“No. You need to sit down.” Caretaker ordered as they noticed Whumpee starting to sway a bit, little black spot started to cloud Whumpee’s vision. “Caretaker I’m alright, I’ll be—“ Whumpee suddenly fell to their knees, they didn’t move for a moment before blinking and waking themselves up, Caretaker helped them to a stand. “I’ll be fine.” Whumpee finished their sentence as they held onto Caretaker’s arm for support.

“Whumpee. I don’t intend to be rude, BUT YOU LITERALLY JUST COLLAPSED ONTO THE HARD TILE FLOOR. THAT’S THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF FINE.”Caretaker lost their temper a bit as they shouted at Whumpee, dissing them for not taking care of themselves, they expected Whumpee to respond with something snarky or sarcastic. But instead they got a question in response.

“Hey Caretaker? Can..Can I..Lean on you?”

Whumpee started to fall forward as their knees buckled and they went slump, Caretaker luckily caught them before their face became a pancake and set them onto the lounge chair that was in the room.

“Whumpee, that’s not leaning, that’s giving me a goddamn heart attack.” Caretaker said as they saw Whumpee fall asleep rather quickly, their tired eyes were shut softly as a light snore could be heard from them. Caretaker smiled and took Whumpee’s coat and put it over them, they also made sure to have some coffee ready for when they woke up.

Then Caretaker sat next to Whumpee, wrapped an arm around them and fell asleep with them.

It was, honestly very wholesome.

[java-lava]

Just woke up with this random thought for a plot (excuse the horrible writing but I’m still half asleep)

Hero who is known to be super hot and is constantly having everyone fall in love with him and the Villain is fed up with it so the Villain devises a plan to hurt the Hero while also damaging his pride.

The Villain’s Henchmen is sent to spy on the Hero’s personal life (Villain and Hero have an agreement not to harm each other’s loved ones) and Henchmen sees this one particular Woman who is very beautiful hang around Hero and Henchmen sees them hug.

Henchmen assumes Hero and this Woman are dating so he tells Villain that.

Villain decides to get Hero’s lover to fall in love with him (technically he wouldn’t be breaking their agreement).

Villain approach’s the Woman and starts forming a relationship with her.

They get close and find out a lot of things about each other, like the Woman finding out the Villain’s tragic backstory™️ and the Villain finding out that the Woman had been a young mom and that she had been a single mom to her son but she did the best to raise him and they’re very close.

Eventually Villain starts to have feelings for this Woman so he decides he wants to be with her for real.

Hero bursts into his home to find Villain and Woman having a romantic intimate dinner and just as Villain is about to explain, Woman hugs the Hero and tells him that she wants him to meet her new boyfriend. She assures the Villain that her son didn’t mean to be rude when he burst in, he’s just overprotective of his mom.

That’s when Villain realizes that Woman is NOT the Hero’s lover, she’s the Hero’s MOTHER.

This….. this just got so much better…..

Woman leaves the room to go get something from the other room and Hero shoves Villain into a wall and asked him what he’s doing and Villain just responds “Your Mom, apparently.”

[fr-3-aksh-0-w]

I thought my friend was mad at me, so I said this:

“By the way, I’m really high , and I’m using voice to text right now, I don’t mean the punctuation that I write.”

[bbloveseevees]

So apparently my sleep deprivation fueled brain comes up with the most BADASS LINES

FOR EXAMPLE:

“Silent Tears Are Agony Unshed”

[p-rainybee]

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ I used to always have a plan.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ until today ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

But I'm a survivor right?ೀ｡˚ ⋆ I can't give up.

[rottinglittleprincess]

woke up @ 4am & couldn’t sleep then started thinking about himmm ughaaaa 

played with myself, then i was off to bed with no problem :) 

[lying-onthe-couch]

I feel weird because I'm a 22 year old that is emotionally dependent on a fictional character that is part of a very very minor plot line in the original work.

Like, wtf!? I literally not failed one of my courses because if regulus black saw me give into my anxiety he would understand but tell to keep going no matter what. He would shake me and tell me I'm stronger that my demons. That he only likes competent people and I was behaving stupidly. And then hug after my shock and help me finish it.

Just so you understand THE THOUGHT OF REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK being disappointed in me gave me strength to stay up until 4 am to finish my final project.

That little emo shit has me graped around his little finger and he's death (and fictional)

[i-onlywritewhenimsleepdeprived]

Heyyyy I did this instead of finishing my homework or sleeping.

I hope you like it!!!

[evneirophrenia]

✩ My skin is peeling

6/11/23 (incomplete)

Bodies get softer when they’re in receipt of love. Faces glow with overjoyment. No hollow eyes, just the dewy skin of adoration.

When I lay my weight on my friend, she complains of my hip bones. How they dig like walking barefoot on gravel. But she tells me to stay put, she knows the years haven’t been kind. The hairdresser tells me I look 25. I've not laid a finger on my 20s. He claims it’s because I’m mature. He says it’s a good thing but I can’t help but think I missed out on my youth.

When he said he loved me I had to hold back a laugh. He had me in chains tethered to his bed for over a year. A 3 hour bus ride, a pale bloodstain on his loose sheets, another victim of theft. I was his dream girl. He wouldn’t ever find someone better suited (to fuck). He found someone else soon after.

The aching for him, whoever he was at the time, has worn all the love from my mother down to a poking skeleton. I want four children. I don’t think my body is strong enough to bear even one. It doesn’t matter, he never dreamed of having children with me. He liked grasping the flesh on my chest. He liked the places I kissed. He liked how warm (tight) I felt inside. I tell him there’s a spare toothbrush by the sink as he puts his rings back on and ties his laces. I sit on the stairs as the doors slam and it reminds me of how my dog watches the door longing for his family to come home. Then I cry about my dog.

I learned to do things the right way. That’s what I told the nice guy with kind eyes and long hair. An exception to the current pandemic of hit and runs. He probably would’ve given me the world but I knew it wouldn’t work since he was too adventurous and had plans to move to France in the near future. At least that’s what I told myself was the reason I never texted him back (someone else still had their claws in my heart).

My lashes weren’t as long as they were a year ago. My best friend from home says tears help them grow. I trust her with everything. The internet says the opposite. My lashes tell me the internet is right. I think she hoped it would make me feel better. It didn’t work. Nothing works anymore.

As I approach the end of my teens I learn my older sister was right. But no one ever wants to follow advice they know is fact. To truly understand you have to experience it yourself. Therein starts the endless cycle. They warn you but you don’t want to listen. I wish I had listened. She says we’re more similar than we realise. That’s why I make the same mistakes she did at my age. She gives me the advice she wished she had been told. I pick and choose what I tell her. If she saw the whole picture her heart would break. She told me to leave him and i told her I would. I did (after I laid in his loose sheets half the person I once was). I may be mature for my age but my god I was still a child.

She never stops screaming. She hasn’t to this day. For all the times, all the people that have wronged her. But she’ll never stop handing out her heart to every soul she sees a shred of light in. and I can’t stop her. I never will.

[scavengerssuccotash]

My lack of sleep does wonders for my writers block, apparently…

Sneak peeks at chapter 23…or 22… I can’t remember

[sleepyking]

AHA SLEEP DEPRIVED WRITING PREVAILS TAKE THAT WRITERS BLOCK

Anyways back to gay!cat!Red because I haven’t been able to work on it since school started

[maribellablack]

This is how I look like at 3:00 am, after drinking my 4th cup of coffee to not give up and go to sleep without finishing the inhumane amount of the study material my 60+ med. professors gave me...

It's been barely 2 weeks since the new semester started, why do I have to learn 52 pages of Immunology and Pathology already?

[leprot00978]

Sleep Deprived Dialogue

What in the HP Lovecraft is this?!

[fr-3-aksh-0-w]

“To leave is to betray. To stay is suicide.”

Something pretty I just wrote about two friends at a crossroads, meeting once again during battle, yet both of them are on opposing sides.

Ahh we love angst for dinner.