#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!!!

[scavengerssuccotash]

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

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

[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.

[p-rainybee]

-•*WRITING PROMT from a tired mind

There were times when my thoughts were not only about male validation or school. Times when I enjoyed reading adventure books and cook cherry pies. I loved going to my my neighbour's house and play with her dog. Miss D. was a lady in her 50s with no children, no husband and beautiful, long grey hair. Mom was always bad mouthing her saying that it's a bad sign if no man decided to tight himself to her it. I loved miss D. though. She always offered to help me with my school work and let me pick cherries from her garden for my baking sessions.

Unlike mom I thought that she was the coolest person ever. Walking alone in the morning with her dog, smoking cigarettes and knitting her own cardigans. I loved miss D. Truly. Like I child would love her older sister. Until one december night when the postman found her body next to the cherry tree in her garden. They said she died in her sleep which now if I think about it, was not that bad. At least she wasn't in pain.

No one saw her dog after her death. Two weeks after her funeral one of her relatives came to take a look at her house before putting it to sale. After three month miss D's house was repainted and sold and I was packing my bags to move to the city.

My childhood and memories of mild days were left there. Probably the last moments of peace were buried with miss D. My next years became gray just like her hair I always wanted to braid.

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[ohmygoodnessturtle]

Restless to tired.

Lost in my mind, a constant haze, Thoughts scattered, hard to convey. Social once, now withdrawn and alone, Sleep deprived, then oversleeping, a drone.

Maladaptive daydreaming, a constant escape, A world so perfect, a place to take shape. But in reality, a losing fight, My mind trapped, can't take flight.

The crave for space, to be alone feeling trapped, A heart so heavy, the soul feeling capped. Unable to make decisions, choices so tough, Nothing matters, it's all getting rough.

This depression, a heavy weight, A constant battle, an unending debate. A darkness so deep, a pit so wide, The light so distant, and nowhere to hide.

The journey ahead, a long winding road, With no clear destination, and nowhere to unload. But with hope and strength, I'll try to mend, To find a way out, to break and to ascend.

So I'll try to keep going, through the thick and thin, Endlessly hoping for a brighter day to begin. Trying to take the lead, and finding my voice, And in the end I'll break free,

but with a heavy heart and no rejoice.

[i-onlywritewhenimsleepdeprived]

Me: So... I think we should try to write something.

Brain: Nah it's too late, go to sleep.

Me: Okay. But I'm not sleepy.

Brain: It's 11:00 PM do you think we're supposed to do anything but sleeping!? Come on. Go to sleep.

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My brain at 2:50 in the morning: Hey, it's time to write! WAKE UP IT'S TIME TO WRITE!