🙊 Not Ready For THAT Confession

Astarion sees you're almost falling asleep and will drag you to bed now!

I would need this on like a daily basis. And I guess so do many of you - so let the vampire drag you to bed and GO! GET! SOME! SLEEP!

It was so late it could have been called early. Outside you could already hear the birds chirping, cheerfully greeting a new day. Which meant that it was more than high time to crawl into bed. And doubly so because you lived with a vampire who fared even worse with sunlight than you.

But you were still crouched over your desk and the papers there.

Your eyes were tired. You barely saw what you were working on anymore. And you knew you could get this done when you were fully rested and it would only take a matter of minutes. But you were so desperate to finish this.

Unfortunately, you had a tendency to be very determined (someone else usually called it stubborn but you always pretended you had gone deaf all of a sudden when that happened). But this tendency had brought you this far and probably saved your life more than once. And you wouldn't be bested by this piece of work!

But your head was slowly falling, your eyelids growing as heavy as lead.

And you only jumped back up when you heard that certain someone enter the room, being purposefully noisy to make you aware of it. You were grateful for that because if the vampire had snuck up on you, like he was fully capable of, it might have not ended well with you being this exhausted.

“Slacking off on the job, are we?” you heard his familiar teasing voice as he came closer. You felt his presence as he leaned on the table around you - basically caging you with his arms, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as usual. His lips were awfully close to your ear and the hairs on your neck stood on end as you didn't dare rip your eyes from your work.

“Don't you think this can wait, love?” he whispered now directly into your ear causing a hot and cold shiver to run down your spine.

But with this he had pushed the wrong button. Almost involuntarily you felt one of your eyebrows rise up and your lips forming a pout: “No, Astarion, I don't think it can wait.”

You turned your head around to face him and saw him smirk, making you even more annoyed at him. He leaned in closer, causing his chest to brush against your head now, his hands moved to cover yours.

“Do you really think a stack of papers can't wait more than your caring lover craving your calming touch?” he murmured with a pout that mirrored yours while his deft fingers freed your writing quill out of your angrily clenching fingers. You couldn't resist him long. His hands were used to open up more difficult things than your desperate grip on your writing utensils. Also his absolutely instrumentalized big red eyes he looked at you with were absolutely working their usual enchanting magic on you.

Not enough though for you to not make a snide remark about what was happening.

“Well, for starters the stack of papers doesn't talk back.”

“You think I'm funny, my love.”

“It also isn't as full of itself.”

A mockingly offended gasp while Astarion’s hands moved the papers out of your reach.

“My heart, you hurt me.”

“Ah see, it also doesn't guilt trip me.”

The vampire's hands wandered up over your arms to your shoulders. “I can't do right by you tonight, can I?”

“You could just let me keep working on my thing.”

A dramatic sigh and Astarion let his head fall forward and onto your shoulder. Then he let go of you and took a step back.

“Do you really want to keep working, dear?” he sounded sincere now and you suddenly felt true guilt as you looked at him. He stood there, arms crossed over his chest, eyes still awfully wide and shining.

But the urge to not keep business unfinished still had you in its claws.

After a few heartbeats you opened your lips to answer, but-

“Too bad, you're coming with me now, my love.” Astarion exclaimed and with rogue quickness grabbed your chair by the armrests to drag it away from the desk and turn it around to him. “You need your beauty sleep, I can't be seen walking around with a walking corpse!”

You squealed when you felt your body get yanked around so quickly while your tired brain was almost incapable of catching up. Thus you were almost confused when you had ended up on Astarion’s shoulder a moment later.

There was no energy left in your body to resist this infuriating man any longer so you just played the part of dead weight draped over his shoulder - since he had already coined you as such - and couldn't stop yourself from giggling.

“See, darling, I told you: you think I’m funny.”

“It's just sleep deprivation talking.”

“Ah, so you agree with that too.”

You resisted to answer him with something he would only twist around again to fit his agenda. Instead you just slapped his butt you had quite the delectable view of at the moment.

Astarion hissed and just slapped your behind in return. You only giggled more.

“I should have left you at your godsdamned desk, let you fall asleep right there to drool on the papers,” he murmured under his breath and ended it with something about how ungrateful you were while he threw open the bedroom door; your favourite drama queen.

Then he made quick work to get you off his shoulders with an exaggerated groan which you were sure wasn't fully acted.

As soon as your body hit your soft bed the last of your energy decided to evaporate into the aether. You were almost falling over if not for the vampire's quick reflexes catching your wrists.

With quick fingers and more snarky remarks you had no power to reply to anymore he undressed you to your underwear.

And with more overly dramatic groaning and a roll of his eyes since you provided absolutely no help did he turn you to lay down. He carefully placed your head on the pillows which you thanked him for with a dreamy sigh. Your eyes closed on your own. The blanket was thrown over you and more rustling told you that Astarion was quickly undressing as well.

When the mattress shifted under the vampire's weight as he got into bed next to you you barely even noticed it anymore.

With final efforts Astarion dragged you onto his chest. Your arms slung around him and your legs tangled with his automatically - you had done so hundreds if not thousands of times already.

“All this work just to get you where you belong,” Astarion whispered to you and clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he began rubbing lazy circles on your back. You only hummed contentedly as you felt your body relax fully into him and his touch.

Your last half-coherent thought as you drifted off to sleep was that, indeed, you had to agree with him on this one: you were right where you were supposed to be.

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Hm yes much deviousness, Very mastermind. Could I request the THH boys reacting to their s/o being the mastermind pls ? ʕ •`ᴥ•´ʔっ🔪 "upupupu" - 🐺

THH boys reacting to their S/O being the mastermind headcanons

Written as headcanons because it could be so much easier to write it cosiseveley or whatever the word is ykwim.

Also i love hifumi sorry

-Mod Souda

Makoto Naegi

❤ Kirigiri kept looking at him - why was she constantly glancing his way? She had been so secretive ever since they were gathering evidence, it was almost unfair. Why did she feel the need to hide something from him? Wasn’t she the one that hated secrets so much?

❤ He was clenching his fists and staring at her back. He was trying to see the answers in her eyes.

❤ Genuinely, he had no idea. He wasn’t like Kirigiri, he hadn’t explored every possibility. There was a protective barrier around you in his mind, of course there was.

❤ But the more and more the evidence started pooling in, the harder he was fighting. He defended you to himself. There was both the sense of my love would never do anything like this and how could I let somebody so evil so close to me?

❤ You would have to admit it. You would have to laugh in his face, so humored by tricking him so he could fully process that you were the big bad wolf.

❤ When the truth settles in, suddenly it is hard for him to breathe. He is grasping his chest, his memory electric as it plays through all of the moments you two had together. How could he not see it?

❤ Were you playing him this entire time? Is that why it felt as if you were perfect for him?

❤ His hands will not stop shaking.

❤ Everyone looks at him with sympathy.

❤ He gulps down his sorrow before lifting his chin, letting out a loud I will prove everything, right now!

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Leon Kuwata

❤ When Kirigiri finally brings forth the true evidence that you have been the mastermind, your teasing eyes glance his way. He meets your gaze.

❤ There is no way he can say I couldn't have known - because he could always tell that you were different, that is what drew him to you.

❤ He wanted to uncover that mysterious part of you, your secretive nature was alluring and seducing.

❤ But this is not what he expected.

❤ “How… could you?”

❤ Though, with all the pain you caused his friends; your friends, he still finds a simple feeling of gratification, because you were the one that helped him live.

❤ He had killed Maizono, he did, he remembers slashing through her, that relentless urge to seek revenge - self defense?

❤ So why had Naegi been punished instead?

❤ He looks at Kirigiri, taking in her neutral expression, the way she is looking at the Monokuma doll and not at you. When his eyes glide back at you, you are staring at him, chin tilted down, a small smile on your face.

❤ “But you are thankful, aren’t you?” You say.

❤ He grabs onto the wooden podium in front of him, gripping it hard to stop himself from running over there.

❤ You continue, “I watched it happen. I knew you would do it.”

❤ Hagakure crosses his arms, tilting his head to the side and leaning in with a nervousness in his voice. “Hey… what are you talking about?”

❤ Leon has remarks, rude words telling that man to bug off, but none of them come out. He just cannot stop staring at you.

❤ You protected him - you have to love him, right?

❤ He tries to shake the thought out of his head. It doesn’t matter if you love him - it doesn’t matter if you love him - it doesn’t matter if you love him.

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Hifumi Yamada

❤ His heavy sense of justice and defense made him more determined to figure out the mastermind than he was at the beginning of the game.

❤ His tongue spits out little to no actual evidence but more empty threats (realistically, at least, or maybe not-) to anyone he suspects to be the mastermind.

❤ But Naegi kept pointing accusations at you - why? Why does he?

❤ The more you try and defend yourself, the more passionate Hifumi gets.

❤ There’s no way you are the mastermind. You help him, you accept him, you let him ramble about his fictional pieces and you even talk about some fictional media you like. He’s never met somebody who was as loving to him - as a person rather than a creator - than you.

❤ His lips curve into a tight smile when you yell at Naegi and berating him and calling him an imbecile.

❤ But the final story - the pieces - fit together perfectly.

❤ Hifumi never stopped defending you, he couldn’t. Even if it made sense that you were the evil one, maybe it was a set up.

❤ He swore to kill whoever the mastermind is, but if it’s you, how can he be so confident? What is he really defending his friends from: his greatest enemy or his closest treasure?

❤ You’d have to admit, say it loud and clear with no faltering in your voice. I am the mastermind.

❤ Brainwashed, then, you’d have to be!

❤ It tears him up inside to think that he was enabling somebody like you, that he let you inside his heart and let you help him get closer to everybody.

❤ Were you making him friends with everybody just to see the despair on his face when they finally died?

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Ishimaru Kiyotaka

❤ There’s no easy way for him to process this information. It’s like a slap to the face - it’s something hard and ruthless.

❤ What life does he live where he’s lost his ability to judge character? How horribly will his grandfather feel once he hears of this?

❤ He watches you as you shout about, both laughing at people for not realizing you were the mastermind and defending yourself from those who call you ungenerous.

❤ You purposely dodge his attention. He tries to call out to you, tries to find a way to reach you but you look away, addressing somebody else, trying to ignore his pleas.

❤ You can’t handle it: his teary eyes and his clenched fists.

❤ He always defended you when people would think you were the culprit. He’s always been there, by your side, supporting you and keeping you safe throughout the killing game.

❤ He risked his life to make sure you were okay.

❤ And each time he did, he didn’t die.

❤ You’ve planned for his death many times, but never has it ever succeeded. Why?

❤ Does that mean the two of you are destined to be together?

❤ If so, then that only gives you more motivation to kill him, and he can see it in your eyes when you finally meet his gaze.

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Mondo Oowada

❤ He knew it - he could almost tell from the beginning of the trial. There was an antsiness that he picked up from your body (the body he stares at all the time, but anyway).

❤ It wasn’t nervousness, no. He’s seen you when you were nervous: the times where he’d pick you up on his illicit bike from in front of your house, or the times where he’d be stealing food from a supermarket and driving away with you sitting behind him. This isn’t you being nervous - it’s an exciting anticipation.

❤ And that’s a horrific omen.

❤ He was quiet, not saying anything unless provoked, and rather than giving useful thoughts he would establish his place with rude offenses.

❤ It made him look the tiniest, more suspicious, though beyond the beratting from Fukawa, Kirigiri was always there to mildly defend him.

❤ He almost wanted to be guilty, that would make things so much easier.

❤ He glances at you, and you glance back with a smile.

❤ He knows - but the thing he’s contemplating is whether he wants to help you to win this game or if he wants to survive without you.

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Chihiro Fujisaki

❤ He was emotional the entire trial, and everyone talking about you possibly being the mastermind? It was too much for him to handle.

❤ He was gripping his hair, begging for it all to not be true.

❤ You even went outside of your podium and held him, brushing your hand against his face, telling him that everything will be okay.

❤ You won’t die, is what you promised, you won’t die.

❤ And he didn’t, he really didn't, though it really felt as if he did.

❤ You were a bit too caring for the severity of your evilness to really set in. You were considerate, even when admitting to loving the death of your friends.

❤ Throughout the entire trial, you were making sure that he was not being sent into a panic attack, you were checking up on him and asking him if he was okay.

❤ It was only increasing his despair - why are you still being nice? What is your true personality - a caring person or an evil murderer?

❤ Are you allowed to be both? Is that even possible?

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Byakuya Togami

❤ It was sexy- no I’m just kidding. Well, maybe not. He finds your morbid attitude to be a bit charming, but outside of that, your direct ruthlessness and carelessness for others is something that he cannot get behind.

❤ You were fooling him - is it because you wanted his money?

❤ The part that he doesn’t understand is why didn’t you just tell him. That could have saved you - would he support you in destroying the world? No, but he wouldn’t have just thrown you in jail.

❤ Something could have been done about it.

❤ Something could have been done to avoid this.

❤ He is more upset at the way you follow your own rules than anything else, why must you deserve to die? He had destined his future with you, he was loyal to you and finally felt as if he was more than a Togami - that he was Byakuya.

❤ More than feeling as if you betrayed him, he feels like he has betrayed you by letting you die like this.

❤ He watches your execution with stern eyes.

❤ If there was nobody else here, he would be kneeling in front of you, kissing your fingers and offering different solutions. But that’s not how this all played out. There is an audience - a group of people looking at him, trying to feed off of his reaction, trying to get a read on him, what are they searching for? Weakness?

❤ He showed you no sympathy the same way you did to him.

❤ But there was a telepathetic understanding, you both trying to convey the same hidden message to each other: I am sorry.

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Hagakure Yasuhiro

❤ What is he supposed to do? He doesn’t know how he is supposed to react to all of this evidence.

❤ Will he be a good boyfriend if he defends you? Do you want him to defend you?

❤ He tries to mimic your actions.

❤ He doesn’t know what to think - there are so many reasons why it is you, and so little reasons why it isn’t. Should he be holding onto faith?

❤ What would his crystal ball say?

❤ So he asks, in front of everyone, “Hey man, you’re not really the mastermind, are you?”

❤ “Would you still love me if I was?”

❤ The question didn’t sound genuine, it sounded like a tease, and it caught him off guard.

❤ He stutters before Naegi cuts him off.

❤ He cannot hear anything else, your response echoes throughout his head. Was this you admitting?

❤ If he genuinely answered, what would your response be then? It is too late for that, he knows, as Naegi is already explaining the origins of your crimes.

BUSTED

the aftermath from this gift daiya got

Canon Universe

So it’s canon that Taka didn’t eat anything after Mondo’s execution, right? Well, not eating is his response to any kind of stress or anxiety, so it wasn’t the first time he went days on end without eating.

Just two bros sharing advice and a smoke … . thats all!

BOOB DAYS SINCE MCR WAS FORMED

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The mission had been rough—rougher than expected. I felt the sting of the wound on my head with every step, the dull ache settling behind my eyes like a storm waiting to break. But I kept my face neutral, shoulders steady as I approached the door. Aizawa didn’t need to worry. I had it under control.

Slipping my key into the lock, I took a deep breath, adjusting the hat I’d pulled low over my forehead. It wasn’t much, but it hid the worst of the damage. I could handle this. Aizawa didn’t need to know.

The door swung open before I could reach for the handle, and there he was—standing in the dimly lit entryway, his sharp gaze immediately sweeping over me. “You’re late.” His voice was calm, but I knew him too well. There was an edge of concern under the words.

“Sorry,” I said, forcing a small smile as I stepped inside. “Mission ran long.”

He sighed, the tension in his shoulders relaxing just slightly. “You should have called.” Then, without hesitation, he reached for me, his hand reaching for the hat upon my head, with the goal of taking it off—to complete his usual greeting, a soft kiss to the lips.

Panic shot through me.

I twisted away, stepping back just enough to make it seem natural, but the way his eyes narrowed told me I hadn’t been subtle enough. His fingers twitched at his sides, and for a second, he said nothing.

Then, quietly, “Take off the hat.”

I forced a chuckle, waving a hand dismissively. “It’s just part of the look. I thought I’d try something new—”

“Take. It. Off.”

A pause. His voice wasn’t sharp, wasn’t angry, but it was unwavering.

I swallowed. Maybe if I played it off, I could—

Aizawa was faster. Before I could step back again, his hand moved, quick and precise, fingers catching the brim of the hat. I barely had time to flinch before he pulled it off.

The room went silent.

I saw it in his face immediately—the way his expression shifted from suspicion to pure, unfiltered alarm. His jaw tightened, eyes going wide for just a fraction of a second before his brows furrowed in something like barely-contained panic.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, stepping closer.

I opened my mouth, scrambling for an excuse, but he was already reaching up, fingers ghosting over my forehead, barely touching the edge of the wound. His touch was careful, but even the lightest pressure made me wince. His sharp intake of breath didn’t go unnoticed.

“What the hell happened?” His voice was low, steady—but I knew him. He was freaking out.

“It’s nothing—”

“Nothing? You have a head injury, and you thought you could just walk in here and hide it?”

I tried for a sheepish smile, but it didn’t quite land. “Didn’t want you to worry.”

His eyes burned into mine, and for a long moment, he just stared. Then, without another word, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the couch.

“Aizawa, I—”

“Sit.”

I sighed, sinking onto the cushions as he disappeared into the bathroom, only to return seconds later with a first aid kit in hand. He knelt in front of me, opening the box with quick, practiced movements. His hands were steady, but I could see the tension in them, the way his fingers curled a little too tight around the gauze.

He didn’t speak as he cleaned the wound, jaw set, shoulders stiff. But when he pressed a cool cloth against my skin, his fingers lingered, just for a moment, barely a brush, but enough to tell me everything he wasn’t saying.

When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, quieter.

“Don’t do that again.”

I swallowed, watching the way his eyes stayed locked on my wound, as if he could will it away just by looking at it.

“I won’t,” I murmured.

His shoulders loosened slightly, but the worry in his gaze didn’t fade. He finished wrapping my head with careful precision, his fingers lingering against my cheek for a second too long before he pulled away.

Then, finally, he exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face before leaning in. This time, I didn’t pull away when he pressed a featherlight kiss to my temple, just beside the bandage.

“You’re an idiot,” he muttered against my skin.

I huffed a quiet laugh. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

His sigh was heavy, but there was something softer in it now. His hand found mine, fingers lacing together with just enough pressure to ground me.

“Damn right you are”

Oumota Week 2023

Day 7: constellations

so @chihirolovebot 's sleep awake has been living rent free in my brain since i found it a week and a half ago, and i wanted to make my own Phys, and i'm actually proud of the results! i had a few ideas floating around my head, but every time is see Phys, my brain goes to Fizz, so that's the name i have on the character. idk if that's weird or not, but oh well.

here goes nothing:

no rendering but only because i want to get this out and i'm impatient. maybe i'll post this with clean line art and rendering, and maybe even a proper background. also i imagine they have piercings, i just didn't draw them (rip).

and the original sketch which points out some of the details:

seriously, this has been living rent free in my brain for a week, and i'm in love with sleep awake. it's so thoughtful and all the characters feel like they could be canon. i adore the changes to the storyline too. i don't have enough words to describe how giddy this story makes me!!!

anywhore, before i end this, i have a few other sketches to share, that, idk, maybe people would like to see:

these ones focus on an idea that Fizz is the mastermind. the first one is just a general mastermind concept (with shoes being the bane of my existence), and the second one was like if Fizz was the mastermind and also had been a part of DICE and was maybe responsible for the tragedy we see in Ouma's motive video, and with Fizz being the mastermind, they purposely left out those memories from Ouma, or whatever, i'm talking out of my ass tbh.

and i just finished this little comic, but i'm not good at drawing comics... so... enjoy?:

it's not knowing how to draw Ouma for me.

anyway, physouma brainrot is real.

i really enjoy sleep awake, i just have a hard time communicating my enjoyment sometimes. great story!

scemo sonia