#sleep deprivation tw

[avastar-thelastfirebender]

[REBLOGS > LIKES]

I really, really REALLY wanted to put this scenario down on paper for a while.

Character Warnings: Timekeeper Cookie, Roguefort Cookie (Pursuit of Lost Time)

TW: Early Stages of memory loss, gaslighting(?) and manipulation, severe sleep deprivation, nightmares

Other notes: In my fanon, Cinnamon is Roguefort's little brother. Remember this. (Also it's literally 1 AM so no beta we die like goombas)

It wasn't often that Roguefort would remain awake for days on end for anything but a heist. Well, this was a heist, just not one for gems. No, no, the target this time...it was far more precious.

"You're twitching. Perhaps you should get some rest." Timekeeper's voice snapped Roguefort out of their thoughts. Truth be told, Roguefort hadn't slept in days, weeks...actually...what day was it? Something that started with an F? It didn't matter.

"I don't think I've ever recalled you caring for my wellbeing." Rogueforf wouldn't make eye contact. Something in the back of their mind was telling them not to, but they just couldn't place their finger on why, exactly.

"Your moms weren't the ones who said they could help you find the watch, were they?" Timekeeper's tone had an edge of sugary malice to it as she continued to operate the aircraft. She didn't even need to look to know that Roguefort had flinched at the mention of their mothers.

"You and I both know damn well why they didn't." Usually, Roguefort would've done everything in their power to hode their anger. But a lack of sleep, grief, timeline jumping, and a misguided attempt at closure (for lack of a better term) all did a number on their mind. "You said yourself that I'd be able to fix the family if I went with you, so don't even go there."

"I did say that, didn't I? I'm sure Cinnamon is in total agreement with your decision. After all, he looked up to you the most, so I bet he trusted you to make the right choice."

Okay, that was the last straw.

"You know what? I'm going to bed." Roguefort sounded angrier than they woumd've liked, but at the same time they sounded exasperated. Understandably so.

"Yes, yes, goodnight to you, too." Timekeeper feigned a yawn as she heard Roguefort storm off in annoyance. And as such, they would totally miss the little smirk growing on her face as they left.

Roguefort wasn't sure how an entire guest room could fit in an aircraft, but they had learned to not question Timekeeper's bs a while ago. They wouldn't feel themself flopping down on the mattress, they wouldn't feel their eyes closing. All they'd be able to hear before drifting off was the sound of their own voice humming Für Elise. They knew it made Cinnamon happy...they just wished they could remember why...

~

When Roguefort opened their eyes, they were in a dark, empty void. It wasn't cool or echo-y like voids in sci-fi movies, just one where Roguefort was truly alone.

That was when their eyes landed on Cinnamon.

"Cinnamon...hermanito....is that really you?" Roguefort's voice was shaky with tears and desperation, but Cinnamon wouldn't say a word, only continuing to stare at his big brother.

"Cinnamon...it's me!" Roguefort was met with more silence.

"Hermanito...please..." Silence. The silence made Roguefort feel something they couldn't describe. They just knew they didn't like it.

"Cinnamon...Cinnamon, come on! S-Say something, damn it!" But Cinnamon wouldn't say a word.

"CINNAMON!"

~

Roguefort sat up in the bed with the speed of a rocket, breathing heabily as they tried to regain their bearings. They had definitely had nightmares in the past, but this one felt different. Roguefort sighed, knowing there was no way in hell they'd be able to go back to sleep now. With a sigh, they left the guest room and returned to the main control panel, unsurprised to see Timekeeper still there.

"I thought you were going to bed?"

Roguefort hesitated.

"I'm not tired." They sat in the passenger side of the control panel, seeming determined and bored at the same time.

"We need to find that damn watch."

#my writing #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #pursuit of lost time #Timekeeper Cookie #Roguefort Cookie #Cinnamon Cookie #memory loss tw #manipulation tw #nightmare tw #sleep deprivation tw #gaslighting tw #< just in case #first fic wooo

[gamegem92]

Hana: If you don’t sleep, how will you function?

Cula: I run on three fuels: spite, anxiety, and of course, tomato juice.

#spookiz the movie #spookiz hana #spookiz #spookiz cula #Sleep deprivation tw

[another-whump-sideblog]

do you think you can do 9 from the scared whumpee prompts for anyone? :3

I sure can! @whump-in-the-closet mentioned wanting to see more stuff with Ray, so I’m going to knock out two birds with one stone, but let me know if you want this prompt for one of out main trio and I’ll write that as well.😁

9) “No more. Please… just for today.”

Ray reminds themself over and over that this is for their sister’s sake. This is worth it. No matter how exhausting, how painful, how frustrating, it is worth it because their sister will survive and live a full life. They chose this. They agreed to this. This is worth it.

Orchard is not someone they would ever want to be a servant to under normal circumstances. At first, it wasn’t so bad. They’re familiar with cleaning and cooking and the other stuff Orchard has them do, and they’d found that once they’d gotten stuff down to muscle memory, it was meditative and relaxing so long as Orchard wasn’t around. They were even starting to get quick and efficient enough that they had free time to do other things, until Orchard noticed.

“We must find something else for you to work on.” She said. “Our deal didn’t include free time. You are to be my servant until the end of our agreement, and you will only be allowed breaks for essential functions of keeping you alive. It’s a waste of a deal, otherwise.”

Orchard had Ray rearrange her small library alphabetically by title. It was monotonous, but not so bad.

The next day, when Ray finished their assigned chores, she had them arrange the books by color.

The day after, Orchard had them organize the books by subject. This… is just busy work. Orchard just wants to make sure they don’t have any time to themself. Because that would be ‘a waste of a deal.’

When they finish, they start getting ready to go to bed, but Orchard interupts them. “I didn’t say you were done for the day. I changed my mind. I want the books in alphabetical order by author.”

“Yes, Orchard.”

It takes forever. Ray’s exhausted and their back hurts and their fingers ache. Still, there’s a small thrill of accomplishment when they finish and know they could finally get some sleep.

“Servant.” Orchard stops them before they even leave the library. “I liked it better when the booms were ordered alphabetically by author. Fix it.”

It’s been too long since they last ate, and they can’t stop their hands from shaking. It feels nothing like when their hands shake from happiness.

They smile wide. “No more. Please… just for today. I have to sleep, I’ll be so slow and perform poorly without sleep.”

“Are you making excuses?”

“No, Orchard. I’m asking to be allowed to sleep, so that I can be a better servant to you.”

Orchard looks them up and down, eyes cold. “Once you finish reorganizing them, I want you to check every page of every book for rips or other damage.”

Ray’s vision blurs. This is for their sister. This is worth it. They chose this. This is for their sister’s sake, no matter how exhausting, how painful, how frustrating.

“Oh, and Servant? Don’t get any of your tears on the pages, or you’ll be punished.”

#jane’s pets #thanks so much for the ask! #ask #anon #sleep deprivation tw #scared whumpee prompts

[zoe-and-quinn]

Whumptober Day 11/12

Animal Trap / Captivity / “No one will find you.”

Red / Insomnia / “I’m up, I’m up!”

Sorry, life has been shitty, combining these two days cause I couldn't bring myself to write last night.

TW: Non-con touch (Not sexual), stress position, sleep deprivation, blood, broken nose, restraints, torture

Georgia sat curled up in the corner, trying not to think. Casey still hadn’t come back from his ‘client’, and she couldn’t help being worried about him. She hardly knew him, but it didn’t matter. He was kind to her, and that was enough at the moment.

It didn’t help that Felix was pacing the room, back and forth at a slow pace, fists and jaw clenched tightly. Georgia had a feeling that if they were acting nervous, there was reason to worry.

When the door opened again, both heads snapped up, anxious to see Casey and his condition, but when Alexei walked in, he was alone.

He smiled at the way Felix froze, tense like a spring forced to stay coiled, and at Georgia’s wide eyed, deer-in-the-headlights stare. Whatever had been causing his bad mood earlier, it was gone.

There was nothing but delight and curiosity in his face when he walked over to Georgia, crouching in front of her. He reached out to brush a strand of hair out of her face, but she flinched back, hands flying up to her chest in an attempt at protection.

“Ah ah ah,” Alexei chided, “stay still.”

When he grabbed her chin and forced her to look him in the face, she couldn’t help pulling away.

Alexei sighed. “Still so much work ahead of us,” he remarked, shaking his head. “Don’t you worry, though, we’ll get started today.”

Without another word, he grabbed Georgia’s forearm and pulled her to her feet, before grabbing her by the shoulders and steering her towards the door.

Felix stayed frozen in the middle of the room, as much as they wanted to protect Georgia. Finally, when the pair had reached the door, they took a step toward Alexei. “W-wait, don’t do th-”

“Shut your mouth,” Alexei ordered. He paused, not bothering to turn around. “Another word, and things will be much worse for your new friend.”

Felix took in a deep breath and let it out, slowly. They didn’t say anything else.

“Come on, darling,” Alexei said with a smile, once he was sure of Felix’s obedience. “Let’s get started on your training, shall we?”

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Georgia wasn’t sure how long it had been. Hours, definitely. Days, improbable. But maybe.

It felt like days. Alexei hadn’t come to visit since he had chained her wrists behind her back and to the floor. Since he gave the order.

No sleeping, love, he had said. Don’t fall asleep.

She hadn’t slept well the night before, and the room was dark, and she couldn’t keep… her eyes… open… any longer.

She opened her eyes to a sharp pain in her stomach, right below her ribs. “I’m up!” she gasped, vision blurry and heart pounding.

Alexei was standing a foot away from her, smiling, as usual. “You are now. The problem is that you were asleep a moment ago. And I told you to stay awake.”

Georgia didnt know what to say to this, so she said nothing at all.

Alexei disconnected her handcuffs from the ground and stepped back. “On your knees, Georgie. Now.”

Her heart was pounding as she slowly pushed herself to her knees in front of Alexei. She didn’t know what was happening, only that it wasn’t good, it was really really not good-

Alexei bent down in a moment, grabbing her by her hair and, before she could even register what was happening, slammed her face into the stone floor.

Her nose exploded with pain, blowing up like a balloon animal. A red one. There was red everywhere, on the floor, on her face, in her mouth. Red tasted like copper and salt and pain, and she spit but it would not leave.

Alexei pulled her up by her hair, and she could hardly see through all the red.

His words were warbled by the blood pumping through her ears. She heard comfortable. And disobedient. And sleep.

Sleep sounded wonderful. A soft pillow to match the painful one sitting in her head, a nice dark room with no lights to hurt her eyes, and deep, comfortable oblivion.

When Alexei hooked the cable to her wrists and adjusted the length, Georgia was forced out of her daydreaming as her arms were pulled back and up and tight, forcing her to stand, to bend over, anything to lessen the pressure in her shoulders.

Alexei smiled at his handiwork for a moment before leaving and locking the door behind him.

And Georgia was left alone to bleed, to cry, to tremble with exertion and exhaustion.

Anything but sleep.

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober2023 #violence tw #sleep deprivation tw #restraints tw #torture tw #blood tw #noncon touching tw #whump #whump writing #whump fic #whumpee #whumptober #fic #no.11 #captivity #no.12 #red #i'm up

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

Whumptober Day 2: Insomnia and Crying to Sleep.

Canon compliant. In exile, Tommy's insomnia is bad enough to the point he’s severely sleep deprived. Initially angry at Tommy's inability to do much, Dream softens when Tommy starts crying. Warnings for sleep deprivation, delusions and hallucinations (both from insomnia and a long lasting psychotic disorder), religious delusions/hallucinations, religious guilt, some graphic (hallucinated) violence, abuse, self hatred, self victim blaming, and some internalised ableism.

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—— The sun rose from outside the Tnret, painfully bright even with the canvas dulling the overwhelming light. Birds chirped a cheerful warning, a cue that Dream would arrive soon.

Dream, who would blow up everything Tommy had made the past day. Dream, who’d expect him to put in the hard effort to get it back and would, undoubtedly, punish him for failure.

Tommy wasn’t being lazy- that wasn’t the issue. If he was being a fucking leech, Dream would have every right to beat him half to death and tell him how much of a fuck-up and a failure he was, who no one would ever tolerate. And Tommy had accepted the truth now- that he was such a horrible brat that even Tubbo hated him, and Dream, saintly as he was, was the only person who’d ever want to be his friend ever again if he didn’t shape up.

No, Tommy wasn’t being a self-pitying, obnoxious nuisance. The thing was, he hadn’t slept properly in a week. He’d had a handful of minutes, a blissful hour, maybe, of course. You couldn’t stay up that long without a few grasps at unconsciousness without dying, and the universe wasn’t merciful enough to allow Tommy that. And he’d- he’d tried so hard to be good despite seeing shit and feeling like he was gonna vomit and his head being all hurty as fuck. He did everything Dream said like a good kid would.

But he’d just crashed completely once Dream had gone last night. Woozily, he’d managed to limp back to his bed before collapsing straight onto the floor, but after that, he just… couldn’t move an inch. The bed suffocated him, but when he closed his eyes to sleep, he felt phantom hands nipping at his skin, heard voices indistinguishable but loud, saw colours dancing in front of him with such a bright intensity he couldn’t keep his eyes shut. What little sleep he’d been able to snatch from Life’s cruel grasp had been awoken by horrific visages, loud screams that came from nowhere, agony like a sword through the chest.

And it wasn’t like he wasn’t used to seeing shit. It was normal, he reckoned- he’d been dealing with it since he was little, and no one told him you weren’t meant to do it, so everyone must do it- and so it was his responsibility to deal with. But his exhausted state made it so hard to tell what was real and what wasn’t anymore.

Prime, he would be in so much trouble. He wasn’t sure of much, but that he was sure of. Dream would have his hide if he just flopped around all day and could barely recall his own fucking name.

He was barely even startled when he heard a “Tommy?”. Usually, he didn’t hear shit; that was fucking weird, but he’d started doing so about a day into his insomnia nightmare experience, and it was strange how quick you got used to that shit. He just buried his head deeper into the pillow, the scratchy, dried blood feeling like ants digging into his cheeks and through his bones. He could have sworn he heard them digging into him, too, puncturing flesh.

That was as real, and as fake, as the sound of Dream calling his name.

The canvas sliding open made a kaleidoscope of painfully bright colours cover Tommy’s vision: blue-yellow and pink-green, and other shades that didn’t exist. He groaned, the words straining against his throat- he couldn’t remember the last time he drank, and he felt like devils were poking at his tongue when he tried to make even the tiniest of noises. Dimly, he thought it might have been a punishment from the Gods, for not honouring the Primes enough.

The figure that entered he vaguely recognised as Dream, yet seemed more like a divine servant, sent to punish him for his sins, the way the light refracted on him leaving a halo, the air humming around him with the faintest sound of church bells. Tommy couldn’t help but stare, unable to focus on the words out of his mouth and instead on the shifting lights obscuring Dream’s mask from view. Like it was too sacred for Tommy to see, censored from a sinner’s eyes.

Prayers formed in Tommy’s throat, malformed and scratchy. The holy words came out distorted in his mouth, the energy it took to say them enough he couldn’t keep his eyes open. It took such an effort to try he didn’t even see the slap coming.

His cheek stung, as if impacted by holy flame, and Tommy yelped, his own voice sounding harsh and heretical. He could barely tell the location of the impact, his whole body aching, as he tried to listen. He was a good follower, and he’d do as Dream taught, or as much of it as he could remember through the confusing hazy fog of his mind.

“Tommy.” Dream’s voice was a low growl. “Are you trying to hide from me?”

Tommy took a slow blink, unsure of what Dream was even talking about. “I- I, the Primes, didn’t I pray? Did- was it wrong? What was the- what? I’m sorry.”

“Tommy, what the fuck are you talking about?” Dream shook his head, iridescent shine through his hair making him harder and harder to look at. “I- are you screwing around? Tommy, do you want a punishment?”

“I- it’s been, there’s been, it’s all been digging in, y’know?” Tommy could not communicate the depths of his damnation, and it became clear to him as he spoke that that was the cause. “I’m sorry, the light, the- the things in my skin and shit, it’s been- I haven’t prayed, haven’t slept, it’s been- are you here to send me away? I don’t…” He trailed off a frustrated huff, tears pricking at his eyes.

Tommy wasn’t sure if the noise following was an amused chuckle or the bells of the Primes. “Tommy, how much sleep have you gotten?”

“Um, like, two hours over the past week, I think? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have- I’m just so, I’m just so tired, I can’t even- I’m sorry, I’m-“Tommy cut himself off with a sob, one he wasn’t sure if it came from frustration, sadness, or fear. Maybe it was all of them. Maybe it was love.

“Well, then. No wonder you’re like this.” There was a softness to Dream’s voice like an aura of light, and being unworthy in that presence made Tommy cry harder, so confused and feeling sick with himself. “Aww, you don’t have to cry. You’re not in trouble for being unable to sleep or whatever. You should have just told me.”

A gentle hand ran through his hair, lifting him into sitting as the other wiped away his tears as much as possible- a fruitless task, since Tommy was still wailing, but wasn’t that what toiling for the Gods and the Primes was, really? The touch felt like it was draining Tommy’s sin away, taking away the weight that left him awake and leaving him floating in his own brain, finally able to sleep after the tears broke through.

As Tommy drifted off in the arms of the Primes, he vaguely heard a soft “I should do this more often, really.” The words only sounded like hymns in his head, a promise that his holy status had been restored and he was once again in the Primes light.

What was he without that, after all?

#My writing #ailesswhumptober #c!primeboys #dream smp #sleep deprivation tw #religious delusions tw #religious guilt tw #abuse tw #self hatred tw #victim blaming tw #internalised ableism tw

[valourant]

to expand slightly on jack (re: the last post), the sep serum that jack was subjected to greatly increased his body's ability to "heal" itself. and unless he's critically injured, he's always got these massive reserves of energy geared towards keeping him up and running. it takes a longer period of time for exhaustion to set in physically, and jack has always been great at hyperfocusing to the point that he ignores certain needs anyway. no way by the end of of that long period of being awake was jack anywhere near coherent, and he certainly reached the point of 'microsleeping' and just completely disassociated during certain moments.

but essentially, four days of not sleeping is like missing almost two days for jack, most of the time (there is some discussion to be had around like ... how proximity to gabe will impact him later on because, to an extent, gabe is like a battery drainer and that's not always something either of them are aware of). and those first two weeks immediately "post" omnic crisis were not good for him. so many things to do, so many meetings, so many speeches, so many bad memories, so many funerals, so many so many so many. how was he supposed to sleep??

#morrison ... headcanon. #sleep deprivation tw

[valourant-arc]

to expand slightly on jack (re: the last post), the sep serum that jack was subjected to greatly increased his body's ability to "heal" itself. and unless he's critically injured, he's always got these massive reserves of energy geared towards keeping him up and running. it takes a longer period of time for exhaustion to set in physically, and jack has always been great at hyperfocusing to the point that he ignores certain needs anyway. no way by the end of of that long period of being awake was jack anywhere near coherent, and he certainly reached the point of 'microsleeping' and just completely disassociated during certain moments.

but essentially, four days of not sleeping is like missing a day and a half for jack, most of the time (there is some discussion to be had around like ... how proximity to gabe will impact him later on because, to an extent, gabe is like a battery drainer and that's not always something either of them are aware of). and those first two weeks immediately "post" omnic crisis were not good for him. so many things to do, so many meetings, so many speeches, so many bad memories, so many funerals, so many so many so many. how was he supposed to sleep??

#sleep deprivation tw #*specifically referencing ivy's gabe in this post #morrison ... headcanon.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i had to

#how can such a small puppet take up So Much Space.... #scientists are still baffled! physicists hate him! #but he is so so Cozy! #how can one sleep when a) theyre deprived of boyfriend & b) being stared at the whole night by someone who wont stop muttering #answer: howdy simply Does Not! #he will take his revenge by hogging the blankets... #scribble salad #laughingstock #barnaby x howdy #howdy x barnaby #tw eye contact #i swear i didnt mean to scribble wally looking Directly at the camera #but hey! he sees us doesnt he!

[wvsteria]

@mvsicinthedvrk​: for antonia: 🐻 ---- What are some strange sleep patterns your muse has? Do they sleep a lot, too little, not at all? 

they nearly do not sleep at all. they may stare at a wall for hours until their body drifts off, but it’s never a deep, restful sleep. they’d been programmed to operate at any and all times whenever needed. so any sleep is easily interrupted. though antonia wouldn’t mind it. she’s gone through multiple days without sleep. it’s a hard habit to break. 

🐾🙀😻 — Animal themed headcanon prompts;

#hw.antoniadreykov #ad.memes #sleep deprivation tw

[agoraphobia-anxiety]

#depressed #tw depressing thoughts #tw depressing stuff #depressing life #depressing quotes #sorry for being depressing #depressing post #depressing shit #depressing poem #this is depressing #kinda depressing #depression #sleep deprivation #no sleep #insomnia #insomniac #sad thoughts #sadness #sadnees #sad aesthetic #suicudal #sad poetry #sad but true #im crying #mentally fucked #mentally tired #mental disorder #mentally ill #im not mentally stable #black and white

[hackycode]

por qué no dormir toda la noche y luego cerrar los ojos por comoq 2 minutos es mi equivalente de una semana de buen sueño

#sleep deprivation tw #pero neta por que aun no estoy cansade #deberia estar cabeceando para esta hora watefak #tw

[thinkz2do]

If I'm going to feel this way for the rest of my live I'd rather not live at all.

#vent tag #alone with my thoughts #depressing post #dissociation #vent #depressing shit #mentally fucked #sleep deprivation #this is depressing #ventcore #anxious #anxitey #tw ana thoughts

[silky-nereid]

— deer in headlights || DARK CONTENT

tw: manipulative behavior, sleep deprivation, religious themes/behavior, degradation of self worth, minor injuries, false words of salvation, power imbalance.

Yandere!cult leader x cult member!reader/you

Yandere! Cult leader who was specially helped during your initiation into the commune and was involved more in your initiation rather than other newcomers.

Yandere! Cult leader who reaffirms that you’re special, more different from newcomers because he treats you different from the others.

Yandere! Cult leader who lets you sleep in for one more hour since he tries to not make it obvious that he favors you more but helps you catch up with the flow.

“It’s time to wake up.” He smiles, sitting next to your half awake form. “I know you don’t want to get up but you must. Come on, my heart.”

You waved him away and buried your face deeper into the layers of pillows. Trembling softly while the cold rings rubbed on your exposed back and your eyes peeled open. Turning over to look at him with the remaining bits of tiredness.

“Can’t I sleep a bit more?” You asked. “Can’t you let me sleep for a bit more.”

His smile grew, holding your cheek and pulling you into his embrace; aroma of herbs and fresh flowers surrounded him.

“I know that you don’t want to get up but you have to contribute to our cause,” he said. “I know how difficult it was for you to go through the rebirth. You had struggles but I was there to help you.”

Yandere! Cult leader who keeps you from the rest of the commune because he deems them as dirty and knows that you and him are the only clean ones.

Yandere! Cult leader who makes sure that you do the easiest jobs in the commune and somehow manages to get his eyes on you to make sure that you’re doing everything that he wants; near perfection.

Yandere! Cult leader who always has you in the front row to see your behavior and notices your wandering eyes during the morning sermon.

“Your eyes,” he said. “Why were they wandering?”

His hands remained on your shoulder, silver eyes that once held love now held a scrutinizing tone, your breathing was rapid thinking that if you decided to look away, his very glare would rip you down.

“I don’t,” you stammered, “know why..know why they wandered. It was—you’re upset with me?”

“Very upset, my heart.” His hand let go of your shoulder, holding your chin. “I know that you’re better than this. We both know this, has something caught your attention?”

“Why do you not let me do other jobs?” You asked. “I can do them. Let me try to recruit the lost ones to our—“

“You’re too important for those jobs, let’s stick to the jobs that you know,” he said. “You don’t need to be around such repulsive and filthy people, my heart.”

Yandere! Cult leader who desperately tries to find you in your usual job that he assigned but he couldn’t seem to find you.

Yandere! Cult leader who hears from a commune member that you somehow managed to sneak onto one of the many cars that was transporting members to the outside to recruit the lost ones.

Yandere! Cult leader who gets reports from members that your immediate family gets in contact with you and he immediately wants you back in the commune to repent and begin the cleansing ritual because he can’t have his favorite member falling back in their old ways of damnation.

“I gave you everything.” His hands rested on the cabinet. “My heart, you’re disgusting. The outside polluted you, you’re not pure anymore. Don’t be afraid, I will lead you back to your salvation.”

Cold knees against the wooden floor that carved into your bruised skin and only a thin towel was draped over your shoulders to cover your wet skin, sobs escaped your mouth and wracked your body. He slipped on gloves and walked towards you, wiping away the tears. A smile carved on his lips, tears dribbled further down and using a handkerchief to wipe away the remains of vomit from your cracked lips.

“I know that your stomach doesn't like tea,” he said. “It’s for precautions to get rid of the toxins from your insides, dear. See I know that you can handle this.”

“I don’t think I can,” you responded.

Yandere! Cult leader who makes you get up earlier than the others to begin your tight schedule and smiles when you go to him for basic necessities because he’s restricted every single luxury that you had before your stunt.

Yandere! Cult leader who occasionally leaves you sleep deprived and makes you repeat passages that he chose to drill into your mind since you’re too tired to focus on anything else.

Yandere! Cult leader who happily finishes your cleansing process and spoils you for the day. He no longer scrubbed your skin when it felt like it was bleeding but held you without the gloves and praised you for making it back to him.

You curled up in his arms, gasps escaped your mouth while parts of your limbs were still wrapped in bandages due to the harsh scrubbing process.

“Look at you, my heart.” He kissed the side of your temple. “You’re finally perfect and I intend to keep you this perfect.”

#yandere imagines #yandere x you #tw yandere #yandere idea #yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere male x reader #yandere prompt #yandere oc #tw manipulation #tw vomit #tw degradation #tw self destruction #tw sleep deprivation #tw cult #yandere fanfiction #yandere fic #yandere headcanons #tw dark themes #tw dark content

[another-whump-sideblog]

Jane’s Pets Pt. 45: What Doesn’t Kill Me…

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“You smell bad.” You tell Kit.

“What?”

“You smell bad. Gross.”

They giggle, in the way that people do when they’re so sleep deprived that everything is funny. Soon, the sleep deprivation will hurt, but for now it feels like a warm blanket.

“There aren’t any showers down here. Maybe that’s how we can tell how much time has passed! How bad we smell!”

You cackle. It hurts your head, but you’re too tired to care. This is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard.

You’re glad your punishment for moving earlier isn’t too bad. Just one week of sleep deprivation, but it could be spread out among the three of you however you wanted. Kit said to give it all to them.

“Better me than you.” They said. “I can handle it better.”

You agreed to three days for you and four for Kit. Three days shouldn’t be too hard, and Kit won’t have to stay awake a full week.

Jane is having Dollie do “the boring part.” You and Kit are hooked to devices that will shock you if Dollie presses a button. Dollie has been instructed to shock the two of you if either of you fall asleep, and you know she will obey.

You’re still confused about why Jane gave that job to Dollie. “Why would shocking us be the boring part?” You ask.

Kit takes a moment to process your question. “The shocking part isn’t boring to her, but in order to do that with this specific punishment she’d have to watch us carefully for when we fall asleep. That’s boring.”

“Ohhhhh.” This feels like an incredible epiphany.

You stare at the ceiling. It seems to dissolve into patterns…

A shock hits you. It wouldn’t be that bad if the spasms didn’t make your head hurt.

“I wasn’t asleep! Kit- Kitty, were you asleep?”

Kit groans. “Maybe? I guess if you weren’t. Sorry.”

“It’s… It’s okay.”

Clearly, the ceiling isn’t stimulating enough, so you trace the scars along your arms. Something occurs to you.

“Wait, is Dollie- is Puppy going to have to stay awake the full seven days too?”

You have never seen the expression on Kit’s face before. “Bunny… first of all, it’s four days. Because we’re doing our days at the same time. Second, yes. I thought you caught on to that earlier. She won’t be punished for falling asleep, but she’ll be punished for not noticing if we fall asleep. So she’ll have to stay awake.”

You don’t like talking about Dollie like she’s not there. You look at Dollie. “Are you allowed to write or sign or anything?”

Dollie looks at you like you’re crazy.

“She used to be allowed to.” Kit says. “But Jane got mad at her for something - I don’t remember what - and she took that away too. But… Bunny. Is this the first time that idea has occurred to you?”

Your head hurts. “I don’t know. Sorry, I’m being dumb. I’ll shut up.”

“You’re not. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m worried, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear what you have to say. We’re all just tired.”

You nod and instantly regret it. The cloud of exhaustion over your mind isn’t dulling the pain anymore.

Kit points at the device in Dollie’s hands. “Give me that.”

Dollie shakes her head.

“She said that you’d be punished if we fell asleep. You can sleep, I’ll set the remote into a position where the remote will be pressed if I start to drift off.”

Dollie shakes her head again.

“I know she also said it was your job, but now you’ve done it. You’ve shocked us to keep us awake, you did the job. She never said only you have to do it. We can take turns. You can go to sleep.”

Dollie looks at the remote. She stares at it for a solid minute before tossing it to Kit, in a rare show of defiance.

You and Kit both cheer. Kit holds one of their arms out and balances the remote on their arm. “Hopefully, if it falls it’ll shock us. Or hopefully not. If Jane’s watching, we’ll probably get punished anyway.”

—

You and Kit talk in a desperate attempt to stay awake.

“We’re close enough now that I can just ask for your life story, right?” Kit asks.

“Probably.”

“So, like. What events lead you to following a powerful 12 year old away to a house in the middle of nowhere?”

“She gave me ice cream. And she seemed friendly enough. I mostly thought it was some kind of hallucination or dream, so it just felt like. ‘I might as well do this.’ Y’know? And I kind of figured-“ you burst out giggling. “I kind of figured that, whatever it was, my life couldn’t get much worse. Like, either I’d end up dying or things would get better. Those were the only two options in my head.”

Kit cracks up. “It didn’t occur to you that the 12 year old would torture you into being her pet?”

“Never occurred to me. If I could go back…” You trail off. You wouldn’t do it, right? But you can’t help but think that as awful as this is, you never would’ve met Kit and Dollie if you hadn’t come.

But you being here just gives Jane more ways to hurt them. “I’d never accept her offer, if I could go back.”

“Well, she’d probably take you anyway, so don’t feel too bad.”

You laugh. “True!”

“Well, you know what they say. What doesn’t kill me…”

Kit’s eyes flutter closed, and the remote falls to the ground. No shock comes. You grab the remote and push the button. Both you and Kit scream. Dollie jolts awake.

“Sorry, I’m sorry! I should’ve just yelled to wake you up, it didn’t even occur to me.” Dollie snatches the remote from your hand.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not. None of this is fine.”

“I know, I know. Tell me about… your childhood, or your favorite book, or something.”

You try, but you keep forgetting what you were talking about or where you were going. Your head aches.

“What’s a song you know the words to? Let’s sing.” Kit suggests. You end up reciting ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star’ over and over.

—

Jane is here. When did she get here?

“Your three days are over, Bunny. Sleep.”

You don’t have to be told twice.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else!

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[wisteria-whump]

make your sleep deprived whumpee hallucinate 🫶 just trust me

#like imagine they force themself to stay awake bc they're scared of seeing whumper in their nightmares #and then they see and hear whumper through the hallucinations #shoutout to all my girlies who hear things when they're sleep deprived #i always think i hear my parents arguing then i realize its completely silent lol #i also see pictures blinking so there's that #whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump writing #whump idea #whump blog #whump scenario #tw whump #whump tw #writing

[jujumighty]

I think I might have a fear of characters without facial features is that a thing? But Dial art! How I view him

#tw eyestrain #artwork #art #tpoh fanart #tpoh dial #dont let his very trustworthy appearance fool you he is actually evil #dont worry guys i got this runs into. a sleep deprivation #heeeees right behind me isnt he....?? #does this classify as horror? I think I'm getting sidetracked with these tags #shout out to my dad #no particular reason #ok goodnight