#sonia nevermind » ic

[veggiemist]

So…I was playing papa’s scooperia…

kazuichi got papa’ed 🗣️‼️‼️

Wheatus listener *side eyes*

wawawawawa

[stage-au-ask]

What's Hiyokos favorite part of being on stage?

Hiyoko: Eh? What do you wan--

Hiyoko: ...

Hiyoko: I've only performed a couple times-- we're still kids, ya know.

Hiyoko: There's supposed to be this big contest in a few years but not all of us are getting in...

Hiyoko: But some of us are already pretty famous. In fact, unless you live under a rock you should be able to guess what my favorite part is.

[ultimatemissadhd]

Sondam Week: Day 2 - Ice

@sondamweek

[despairs-memorial]

"Perhaps in honor of international women's day you would wish to partake in feminist focused horror movies with me?!"

Given there are quite a few of those, she might be pulling you in for quite some time. Better to run while you still can.

[aparticularbandit]

Danganronpa Femslash February: Sugar

Summary: Sonia offers Peko a new form of tea.

for @danggirlronpa's Femslash February event!

Rating: G.

AO3

Strictly speaking, coffee is not a delicacy.

Neither is tea.

There are a lot of variations of both, and on top of all the possible known variations, there are a lot of unknown variations, in the sense that most people will take their tea in a different way than another person, and they might even take their coffee in a different way than their tea, and how they take their tea may shift depending on the type and flavor of the tea: black versus green versus herbal, so on and so forth.

It is assumed, of course, that Sonia Nevermind, coming from Novoselic, would prefer coffee or European style tea to the tea that many of her fellow classmates prefer.

But you know what they say about assumptions.

~

“I am so glad that a warrior such as yourself would allow me to make tea for you!”

Peko’s gaze shifts around the princess’s room.  It’s a lot sparser than she imagined, although that doesn’t mean anything.  Fuyuhiko’s room could often be sparse, too, particularly when he wanted to hide things from her.  (Not that that ever worked.)  “I would not call myself a warrior.”

“Nonsense!”  Sonia places a hand gentle on Peko’s shoulder, and Peko tries not to flinch.  “You are a most excellent swordswoman!”

“That is not what I meant.”  Peko glances around Sonia’s room again, only to find it absent of a tea kettle and teacups.  It is quite possible that the princess hadn’t taken them out yet, but something tells her this isn’t the case.  She moves out from Sonia’s touch and bows the slightest bit.  “I’m honored that you would invite me to tea.  Is it a specialty in Novoselic?”

Sonia places her hand on Peko’s shoulder again as Peko straightens, and she offers her a gentle, comforting smile.  “My people have a unique way with tea that most other royals consider scandalous.  We appeal to our European neighbors when they visit, but they never do the same with us.  We take no offense, of course.”  She leads Peko to a short table and the cushions surrounding it.  “Sit!  I will get our refreshments!”

The cushions are soft.  Very plush.  There’s a lot Peko doesn’t know or understand about this situation, but she knows that, at least.  She runs one finger along the fabric; it’s like velvet in its softness, but it’s not quite that.  No one would use real velvet for seating pillows; it’s nearly impossible to clean.  Then again, Sonia is a princess, so maybe she could buy more of these if they were ruined for any reason.

“Here we are!”

Sonia comes from an adjoining room with two tall glasses filled with tea of an amber color and ice.  The tea itself doesn’t look abnormal, but the presentation completely does.  She sets a glass in front of Peko, then sits next to her with a glass of her own.  When she takes a sip, a contented smile comes across her face.  “I do so miss the tea of my country.”

Peko stares at the glass.  “Should I add sugar?” she asks. “Or cream?”  When it comes to European tea, she often adds both – more so when she’s had their coffee.  (Fuyuhiko often forces himself to drink it black as a showing of manliness, but in private, he drinks it with more sugar and creamer than she does.  It’s just so bitter.)

“Oh, no!”  Sonia nods to the glass.  “I have already added the sugar, and our tea requires no creamer.”

“You don’t know how much sugar I take,” Peko murmurs as she draws the glass to herself.  It’s already cold enough, so there’s no worry of it burning her tongue, but even that is odd.  Perhaps Sonia has simply been paying far more attention to her than she’d realized.  She gingerly lifts the tea and gives it a taste.  Her eyes widen.  “It’s…sweet.”

“Yes!”

Peko takes another sip, letting it linger on her tongue.  “Quite like candy.  I do not hate it.”

“But do you like it?”  Sonia meets Peko’s eyes with such hope.

I’m not sure, Peko thinks, but she knows that isn’t the answer Sonia wants.  She takes another sip, a bigger one this time, and then hums as she swallows.  “Yes,” she says, licking her lips.  “I believe I do.”

Sonia’s eyes fill with stars.

[jcurneysend]

@91cmspoilers continued from here

This Summer Vacation was already odd enough that it took place within a virtual reality- but to think they'd add haunted houses and the like.

Still, usually she could handle aspects like this. Horror, Occult, that genre? That was a excitement Sonia Nevermind could continue to sink her teeth into regardless, even despite her standard or 'talent'.

She fidgets, grimacing. Maybe it was the company of Hajime Hinatas elder twin.. After all, he was quite perceptive of others. Earlier that day, he had sincerely ripped apart Soda's new machine he built to perfect on it, leaving the mechanic downtrodden.

Which, she was grateful for, though it was.. strange how quick the action was. As if it took him no time at all to find the Ultimate's faults and perfect it.

Though, at least the humbling action would give Soda some time to reflect on things and not rely on just his talent-

Oh!

"Wait up! Usami said we should stick together, yes?"

Sonia began to dash after- deciding to not linger on the truly frightening aspects that made up Izuru Kamukura, and to try and experience the spooktastic events Usami had lined up..

...Which would probably not be up to par with Sonias usual tastes of horror, but hey, the rabbits trying, ya know?

[pomuzzies]

@princessonia

Bread in hand, Sayori finally left her house. It's been a while since she's been outside for a reason other than grocery shopping. But surprisingly, the girl got a random spark of motivation, and some old bread that she had no intention of eating.

And thus, Sayori made her way to a nearby park. She sat on one of the benches near the giant pond, opened her bag of bread and starting throwing pieces towards the ducks, and into the water.

This absence of anything important should be calming... So why was it impossible for her to feel that way?

Despite the bright smile on her face, there was something bothering her. A nagging feeling that, even during summer vacation, she was wasting her time.

Right when she was about to fall down that rabbit hole however, she noticed a figure approach. Looking over, there was one thing that immediately stood out to Sayori...

'Wow... She's really pretty!'

Still... not expecting the stranger to initiate any kind of conversation, Sayori stayed silent and with the same bright smile as before, continued feeding the animals.

[my-gf-is-kazuichi-soda]

some silliness

no, this is not an actual dream I've had, but with the dreams I have it might as well be. though my dreams can also have long intricate stories with complex themes that end up being... mostly unusable for stories. but I can mine them for ideas occasionally.

[toyboxfriends]

Trying to disguise the small laugh she gave at Kazuichi's very respectful scream, Sonia put the painting back for his sake. At his voiced concerns, she happily assured him, "If anyone can remove any curse this could cast, it would certainly be our Overlord of Ice, don't you think?"

Suddenly, she gasped as she spotted a kabuki mask that resembled a black cat. "This says this mask was actually used on stage for many years. I might just get this for myself," she giddily said as she picked it up to inspect it. Holding it up for the mechanic to see, she asked, "Wouldn't this look lovely on a wall? Maybe above the bed?"

“O-oh.” Well, that sure didn’t help his nerves. The mechanic felt a cold shiver run down his spine, eyes now darting all over the place with a newfound dread, repeating ‘remain respectful… remain respectful… remain respectful…’ in his head like a mantra. He absolutely did not want to piss off any scary creatures.

Giving a very respectful scream at the painting, because that’s obviously something you do out of respect, he coughed into his hands and adjusted the collar of his jumpsuit, trying to pretend that didn’t happen. “…A-anything we pick up from here m-might actually curse us, Miss Sonia,” he whispered to her nervously, like he was afraid that whatever entities were around might hear him. “As much as I don’t like that guy, I don’t wanna be responsible for, like, h-his death, or something…”

[thelittleghoul]

.˚🕸️๋࣭ Welcome To The Cemetery˚🕸️๋࣭

Master list coming soon!!

⋆˚˖ Rules ⋆˚˖

I will not write

• Incest, pedo, detailed SA or anything that’s in the proship category and do not want that on my page!

• NSFW agere in anyway that’s ✨nasty✨

•SH in detail (very triggering for me)

•Pregnancy (just something I don’t know/have a lot of interest in writing sorry)

•Yandere (feels weird and icky to write and I don’t want to romanticize that stuff)

•Addiction in detail (a trigger)

•Smut (Maybe in the future but for now I’m not comfortable in writing that)

Thin Ice but I will write

•SH as long as it’s not too detailed (example “I have scars from SH.”)

•I can mention SA briefly if I am writing about trauma and or symptoms that stem for traumatic events like SA but that’s it (example “I don’t like physical touch do to SA.”)

•I will mention addiction but again not in detail (again a trigger)

I will write

•SFW agere

•Mental and physical health/conditions (I am not an expert but I will research and study before writing anything I do not know/have a lot of knowledge about!)

•Fluff

•Angst

•Platonic

•Romantic

•Headcanons and one shots can be non x reader

•I prefer headcanons but I will definitely do one shots as well!

•LGBTQ+

POC and any culture and background (with research!!)

⋆˚˖ Fandoms and Characters I will write ⋆˚˖

⋆˚˖ MHA ⋆˚˖

•Izuku Midoriya

•Katsuki Bakugo

•Shoto Todoroki

•Eijiro Kirishima

•Denki Kaminari

•Hanta Sero

•Tenya Iida

•Kyoka Jiro

•Mina Ashido

•Ochaco Uraraka

•Momo Yaoyorozu

•Fumikage Tokoyami

•Mashirao Ojiro

•Toru Hagakure

•Minoru Mineta (only with a redemption arch lol)

•Mezo Shoji

•Tsuyu Asui

•Koji Koda

•Shota Aizawa

•Present Mic

•All Might

⋆˚˖ Danganronpa THH ⋆˚˖

•Makoto Naegi

•Kyoko Kirigiri

•Byakuya Togami

•Celestia Ludenberg

•Chihiro Fujisaki

•Aoi Asahina

•Kiyotaka Ishimaru

•Leon Kuwata

•Mondo Owada

•Mukuro Ikusaba

•Sakura Ogami

•Sayaka Maizono

•Yasuhiro Hagakure

⋆˚˖ Danganronpa V2 ⋆˚˖

•Hajime Hinata

•Nagito Komaeda

•Peko Pekoyama

•Sonia Nevermind

•Nekomaru Nidai

•Mikan Tsumiki

•Mahiru Koizumi

•Kazuichi Soda (Not as a simp)

•Ibuki Mioda

•Akane Owari

•Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

•Chiaki Nanami

•Gundham Tanaka

⋆˚˖ Danganronpa V3 ⋆˚˖

•Shuichi Saihara

•Kaede Akamastu

•Rantaro Amami

•Korekiyo Shinguji (not writing about his backstory or him with his sister)

•Angie Yonaga

•Gonta Gokuhara

•Kokichi Oma

•Kaito Momota

•Kirumi Tojo

•Maki Harukawa

•Ryoma Hoshi

•K1-B0

•Tenko Chabashira

⋆˚˖ TMNT 2012 ⋆˚˖

•All four brothers

⋆˚˖ ROTTMNT ⋆˚˖

•All four brothers

•April O’Neil

⋆˚˖ TMNT Bayverse ⋆˚˖

•All four brothers

•April O’Neil

•Casey Joan’s

⋆˚˖ About Me ⋆˚˖

Hi!! I’m the little ghoul! I’m autistic, a agere and part of the LGBTQ community! I’m from Canada and I am currently in school (I am a minor) I am doing this for fun and would love for people to send requests!! I am so happy to do this and I hope all of you like my work in the future thanks so much!! ♡

[hope-of-the-prisoners]

main au tag

designs (digital redesigns in progress - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 warden)

ALNST au askblog!!

Intro + rules under cut

hiii it's @popatochsp at it again with yet another AU askblog. woooo

send an ask to any of the ten prisoners or the warden and I'll draw them answering to the best of their ability.

Rules will be as follows:

Don't send NSFW asks into here. Suggestive jokes and such are fine but anything that makes me personally uncomfortable will be deleted or blocked

You don't need to know anything about Danganronpa or Milgram to interact

Asks about ships are fine, but I plan to keep things vague regarding romantic feelings/pairings in this AU so don't harass me about it

This is a story that doesn't take place in the Danganronpa universe. Each character has been rewritten into the role of the prisoner from Milgram that matches their number. What this means is that not everything about these characters will be accurate to either canon. Don't harass me about my choices for this AU.

As Milgram is a currently ongoing series, plot elements, interpretations and theories may change at any time. This also affects my writing, as I use the story as a sort of track for my own to follow. If any plot inconsistencies arise don't be too bothered haha, this story is very much still in development.

The same goes for designs. My designs aren't fully finalized so uhhhmm ignore any inconsistencies that pop up. for my own sanity.

You can ask the characters anything but they might not tell you everything. On a similar note, I won't be explicitly revealing the crimes of the characters as that ruins a lot of the fun for me haha. Ask whatever you like but don't expect a clear, guaranteed answer.

You can also ask me anything about the story or my ideas as long as it's clear that the ask is addressed to the mod :)

I'm very busy a lot of the time so I might take a while to reply to asks. I set this up mainly for my own enjoyment so don't take this personally.

I will delete or block any asks that I personally want to as well.

I'll update this if I think of more things that need to be added.

Tagging will go as follows (the tags basically follow the same system as the Stage AU blog):

All in-character posts are tagged with #ic. Out-of-character posts by me as the mod are tagged with #ooc.

All posts with drawings attached are tagged with #a drawing while posts without drawings attached are #not a drawing.

Art posts are also tagged with either #on computer, #on phone or #on paper depending on what device I drew them on, since access to some programs, digital especially, might become limited at times due to personal or technical issues.

Each character that appears in a drawing or ask is tagged with their full name in canon.

Asks are tagged as #asks!! while anons are tagged with #anonymous and non-anons are tagged by username

Miscellaneous reblogs will be tagged with #reblog. Any possible thread interactions will be tagged with the username of the person it was reblogged from. Posts I reblogged from this account will be tagged with #srb.

Posts that aren’t asks or connected to a reblog are tagged with #original text

I generally won't tag any posts with ships as romance isn't a main focus and I don't really have a lot of shipping in mind, unless the focus of a specific post is intended to be romantic in nature. Despite this, I don't mind any of my posts getting tagged with ships in reblogs, do what you like with that.

I’ll add onto this list if I come up with anything else.

Characters you can send asks to:

Monomi & Monokuma

Warden - Makoto

#001 - Nagito Komaeda

#002 - Ibuki Mioda

#003 - Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

#004 - Mikan Tsumiki

#005 - Nekomaru Nidai

#006 - Chiaki Nanami

#007 - Byakuya Togami(...?)

#008 - Sonia Nevermind

#009 - Hajime Hinata

#010 - Peko Pekoyama

[stage-au-ask]

Sonia! Are you a magical girl??

Sonia: A... "magical girl" ?

Ibuki: Oh! Like those old pictures we found? About that TV show?

Sonia: In that case I'm afraid not...

Ibuki: Aww, come on! You and Peko-Peko are soo cute-- you look just like the girls in the shows!

Sonia: If you insist...

Sonia: ...

Sonia: Perhaps, in another life.

[withcameraandpen]

Sondam Week 2024, Day 2

Hi everyone! I loved seeing everyone else's pieces yesterday -- there's a lot of creativity here! Presenting the next chapter in The Despair Killer, for the Day 2 prompt: Fire! You can also read on A03 here! Enjoy!

Sonia drove. The streets were empty this late in a weeknight evening, but they clogged up when she reached Kazuichi’s auto shop. A handful of police cruisers blocked off the corner his shop was on, with uniformed officers guarding the place against the throng of curious busybodies that spilled into the street.

Sonia had to drive a full block away to find an open spot. She parked, the car jolting as the tire hit the curb, and then jumped out and sprinted back down the street.

The auto shop’s garage doors were closed, as was the door to the tiny reception room. Sonia pushed through the crowd bubbling on the sidewalk and barreled into the police officer guarding the perimeter.

“This is a crime scene, ma’am,” he said as she tried to fight her way past him.

“That’s my friend in there! Kaz is my friend!”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but you need to wait at the curb.”

“Let me in!”

The reception door opened. A dark shape appeared; it was Gundham, who rushed over and grasped her arms firmly enough to disengage her without being rough on her. “I need you to control yourself, Miss Nevermind.”

She bristled. “You try controlling yourself when you just found out your friend was killed!”

Horrified whispers rippled through the crowd. What did they think was happening here, an audit? Why would the doors be closed unless –

Her stomach churned. “What happened?”

Gundham glanced over her head at the crowd, then looked into her eyes. “Come with me.”

Gundham nodded to the other officer and took Sonia away from the scene, one arm wrapped around her. He brought her to a squad car and helped her into the passenger seat, then walked around and slid himself into the driver’s seat.

“Why did you call me?” she demanded as soon as he shut his door. “Why would you tell me if you didn’t want me to come?”

“Sonia, I need you to be calm.” He started the car and cranked up the head. She felt her muscles start to loosen up from the chill. “I wish to share information with you, but I cannot do that if I know you’ll share it with others.”

“I won’t!”

“I just watched you regurgitate information to that crowd.”

The town was a hive mind: when one knew, all knew. “What, like it was some big secret that Kaz is dead?”

The acknowledgement brought a fresh round of tears. Kaz was such a good friend, one of the few people who loved her uncritically. No more chats on slow days, no more getting each other coffees, no more sensing when something was wrong. Nothing would ever be right again.

Gundham reached out and took her hands. They were warmer than she expected. “I shared that with you as a courtesy. You are right: gossip spreads across towns faster than dawn, and I wanted you to hear it officially before someone else reached you first. But I never thought you would come to the crime scene.”

“How couldn’t I?” she said. “I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t – what else was I supposed to do?”

“You are a rarity,” he replied, his voice softening. “For most of the families I speak to, grief fills them like ice. It makes them slow and heavy like a glacier. But for you…”

He paused. There was no pity or condolence on his face; in fact, he gazed at her with a soft admiration, and maybe something like relief. “You are full of fire, and that is good.”

“Is it?” It was hard to feel like anything was good, but Gundham was more convincing than at first glance. “Even after I showed up here?”

“No lasting harm was done. The truth will get out eventually.” He squeezed her hands. “Hold onto that fire, my lady, because that will propel you forward, keep your head above water, and may even help us find the killer.”

His words comforted her. He had an odd manner of speech for day-to-day life, but his riddle-speak somehow suited this terrible occasion. Sonia never thought such a thing could be comforting; she might be the only one in Witch Creek who warmed up to him.

She wiped her cheeks. “So he was murdered?”

“We have reason to believe he was,” he replied, relinquishing her hands. “Do I have your word that you will keep what I tell you confidential?”

“Yes.” She would claw her own eyes out if it meant she could serve justice for Kazuichi.

“I am glad.” He sat back in his seat. “We found another Despair Sisters sigil at the scene.”

She shuddered. “It’s officially a serial killer now, isn’t it?”

“It was official at three victims,” he said grimly. “Though it only took two for your newspapers to start calling them ‘the Despair Killer.’”

It was an ugly, sensationalist moniker, especially when the victim’s families lived within spitting distance of the paper. But something so horrifying, something pulled straight out of Witch Creek’s worst nightmare, was always going to get special treatment.

Gundham’s words pulled Sonia out of her reverie. “This is why I need your help.”

“What can I do?” she said lamely. “Are you accusing me? “Do you think I did it because I sell books about them?”

“I do not. In fact, I believe that exonerates you.”

“What?”

“The sigils are nearly accurate reproductions,” he explained, his dark eyes shining with enthusiasm. “But they’re not drawn in blood, which means they’re not a true believer.”

“Could it have to do with time constraint?” she asked. “Or just – I don’t know, they just chose not to?”

“If this person is willing to kill in the name of the Despair Sisters, why should drawing the sigils in blood present further difficulty? That is not the mark of a devout worshipper, but of an opportunistic imitator, and certainly not someone who has researched the arcane arts herself.”

“Even if it’s not a worshipper, why wouldn’t the killer go the full mile?” she asked. “They’ve already killed four people. What’s a little more blood?”

“That’s exactly what I mean: the killer doesn’t careenough to do so. They’re drawing the sigils for a purpose, but it is not the sigil’s <i>intended</i> purpose.”

“Then why?”

He paused, glaring out the windshield. “I do not know yet. My work is not finished. But until it is, perhaps we should pursue more traditional avenues of investigation.”

He cleared his throat. “Do you know anyone who would wish to harm him?”

She answered, even though the question seemed hatefully pointless. “No idea. Everyone loved him because he’d undercharge for repairs.”

Gundham’s brow furrowed. “I see.”

Sonia summoned her courage. “Can I…can you tell me one more thing?”

He hesitated. “What is it?”

“How did he die? Was he in pain?”

He pressed his lips together into a thin line. “It is terrible.”

It was gut-wrenching to hear, but Sonia knew it would only get worse if she didn’t push. “I’d rather hear it from you than the paper.”

He gazed at her, his jaw clenching. “Mister Soda was working underneath a car when the hydraulic lift failed and crushed him.”

Her jaw dropped. A moment later, an agonized groan tore out of her as another violent shudder ripped through her. This was gut-wrenching, she realized. Not that discomforting sensation she felt at the hint of suffering. This felt like her insides were being mashed up and torn out of her, leaving her mangled and broken.

Gundham caught her as she curled in on herself, leaning awkwardly over the armrest. He folded her into his arms as she sobbed. Death itself was horrible, but to know Kazuichi died in such great pain? To know the last thing he would ever feel was agony?

“That’s awful,” she blubbered into Gundham’s coat. “He – he always said that was how he was afraid to go!”

Gundham stilled. “What did you say?”

“Kaz used to – oh, God, he used to joke about it,” she said. “He used to say, every time he would roll under a car, he would wonder, ‘Is this the day the lift breaks?’ ”

Gundham’s arms stiffened around her. “Is that so?”

He pulled her body away from him. Sonia swallowed the much bigger lump in her throat and wiped her eyes and nose, missing the warmth of his embrace.

“Thank you for sharing with me, Sonia,” he said, “but I’m afraid I must return to the investigation. Do you require assistance going home?”

She was dumbstruck by the sudden change in the air. “No, but what’s going on? Did you figure something out?”

“I cannot discuss it any further,” he replied, though she caught the resignation in his tone as he got out.

He walked around to open the door for her, but she beat him to the punch, bursting out onto the sidewalk.

“You can’t just leave me hanging,” she said. “Kaz was my friend. If the killer is obsessed with the Despair Sisters, I can help!”

“I cannot discuss it any further,” he replied, resigned as he walked her back to her car. “Thank you for answering my questions. The rest are reserved for Mister Kuzuryu’s therapist.”

If not for Gundham’s arm at her back guiding her forward, she would’ve stopped dead in the road. Fuyuhiko was the first victim of the Despair Killer, murdered with one of his wife’s swords. Since when did he have a therapist?

Well, a man like him would’ve never admitted to seeing one, but he would’ve needed one after what happened to his wife. Witch Creek was not receptive to the so-called “soft” sciences, so there was only one therapist in town: Dr. Nagito Komaeda.

[quickdeaths]

@more-than-a-princess

What a complicated week it had been. By all accounts, it should have been as any other week - better, perhaps, for the outing planned with Sonia to see the Ji-yeon's concert at Waseda University. It shouldn't have been - and wasn't, truly - any great surprise that some of her suitors would be lined up, intent on some sort of post-White Day date, and while Shinobu wasn't especially interested, she'd acquiesced to at least a handful of the offers. The dates were, naturally, boring at best, and disastrous at worth, but they'd never truly expected anything different.

All the while, though, it was hard not to let her thoughts drift to Sonia, and to what had happened on the holiday itself. Of course, Shinobu had desired no credit for herself. There was no reason to make themselves the center of attention, or act in such a way that would lead to misunderstandings. Her goal was, and had always been, to simply do something kind for Sonia - something that acknowledged her interests and hobbies, and perhaps made her feel seen in a way that she might otherwise not be.

And yet to see that Reserve Course student, Hasegawa, take the credit and use it as a springboard to ask Sonia out, so shamelessly taking credit for Shinobu's gesture... Those violent urges that flickered like flames beneath the layers upon layers of ice had refused to be ignored. It was entirely possible that she'd broken Hasegawa's nose, and while she'd been glad for any restraint, there was some part of Shinobu Yaguchi that wished she could have removed her own leash long enough to kick out a few of his teeth, or blackened his eyes until they were swollen shut.

How violent. How brutal. They were a wretched, loathsome, monstrous thing that could barely be called human. A dozen ways they could have handled the situation, and yet they'd chosen violence, and not even had the decency to regret it. Those thoughts, self-loathing, were only tempered by a question that had yet to resolve itself - why did it so upset her? Yes, Hasegawa's lie was pitifully self-serving, and no, Shinobu didn't want Sonia to be misled by any boy, let alone the type who would speak about her as some sort of status symbol or accessory, as Hasegawa had. But, Sonia was brilliant and thoughtful - not at all the sort of person to fail to see through such transparent motives. Petty, personal revenge, then? Simply seeing Hasegawa's actions as imposing upon Shinobu's own life, and desiring to punish him for it? Even that seemed to fit less than she'd like.

She'd need to put aside that answerless question, for the time being, and focus instead on the night ahead. They'd texted Sonia ahead of time, letting her know when they would be arriving to pick her up, and had set about running their errands. A text to Ji-yeon went unanswered, with Shinobu assuming that she was busy preparing, but she hoped that the emotions somehow reached her regardless. It was rare, of course, that Shinobu Yaguchi spent a night out without romantic context, so she was determined to ensure that things went smoothly. Transit plans had already been decided upon, in being driven to the venue by some of Sonia's attendants. A bit much for the archer, perhaps, who would prefer the subway, but for a variety of reasons, it was important to consider Sonia's situation with far more weight.

The dormitories at Hope's Peak Academy weren't difficult to navigate, being in how often they spent time with Anzu, there. Furthermore, Sonia's suite was rather hard to miss. With gentle hands, they knocked upon her door, their typically stern expression softening as they saw her. "Miss Nevermind, hello. Are you ready to leave, or do you need more time? I don't mind waiting, and I imagine we'll be early, regardless." She looked so gorgeous that again, Shinobu felt that feeling of having the breath stolen from her lips. Again, her heart seemed unable to pick a side - beating loud and fast to the degree that she could feel it inside her head, or stopping altogether. That sort of thing seemed to be happening with increasing frequency. Perhaps she was ill.

For her part, Shinobu thought she looked alright, as well, wearing a navy three-piece suit in a women's cut with the jacket left open and the sleeves gently pushed up, and uncharacteristically lacking a tie. Having recently dyed her hair again, the red was deeper and richer than usual, reflecting the color of her eyes, which were themselves surrounded by a small splash of red makeup, as well as Shinobu's typically sharp eyeliner. In place of her usual earrings were a pair of neat diamond studs, borrowed from Anzu, and a silver ear cuff that was, perhaps, slightly more formal than the austere black rings she typically wore near the tip of her left ear. Even their nails were painted, with a blue finish that paired well with their suit.

While not carrying a bag, her hand was occupied with a small bundled bouquet of yellow roses, fresh and slightly fragrant. "You look lovely, by the way." As she always did, but to let the moment pass without compliment seemed faintly incorrect. "And, I'm both glad and appreciative that you were able to make tonight's event work alongside your schedule." Hasegawa could have his ill-gotten date, built upon a stolen gift and a liar's words. It was only something like their friendship, hers and Sonia's, that could be important enough to rearrange such a schedule. "I hope it wasn't too troublesome. I'm aware your time doesn't always come easily, so I hope you know how greatly I value your company, and your companionship, Miss Nevermind."

[rulerofthetanakaempire]

AWESOME LORD GUNDHAM TANAKA!!!!! WE BEG ON OUR KNEES FOR YOU TO RATE YOUR HUMAN CLASSMATES!

...Very well.

[I'll be going by this by who comes to mind first ,,, Also don't be surprised if you just see the same 2 or 3 sprites ,,, He isn't exactly that expressive when it comes to talking about others ,,, probably. Might change the sprite format and jst use dividers for this ,,, Shrugs.]

I shall start with Mortal Nevermind, then. She's quite the mortal among all the others, I would say. I am fortunate to know that her interests join with mine. Perhaps she can one day be a subject of the Tanaka Empire. Though, her astral level seems to only cap at a mere 1. [Did Sonia say that she had any pets ? Idk.] But ahem. All in all, I rate her with a 8 / 10.

Next, Mortal Souda.. He's an idiotic buffoon. The way he chases after Mortal Nevermind is a telltale method of conveying how desperate he is for her. It's a bit annoying. But ahem.. He is generally an idiot and / or quite dense as well. Also a blabbermouth without any ounce of a filter. Though, he is indeed commendable in his abilities. As far as I have known, his astral level caps at only a 1, or perhaps even a 0. He would be a 3 / 10. [Mod is a Soudham lover btw ,,, lmao.]

And to Mortal Hinata.. He seems a bit dull but he is capable. He knows what he is doing and perserveres in the face of hardship. His astral level is a mere 5. I suppose he can be a 7 / 10.

Onto Mortal Mitarai.. [YES I AM INCLUDING RYOTA IN THIS HE'S TOO UNDERRATED !!!] He is, to be frank, an utter shut-in. He seems sickly and weak, even for mortals like him. I wouldn't be surprised if he collapses someday in the near future. He is dedicated to his work to the point of utter ruin. Though, such is the way of mortals like him; only being able to focus on one mere subject until it destroys them... His astral level also caps at a 1. Overall, I suppose he is a 4 / 10. [Don't listen to him we love Ryota chat.]

Mortal Impostor.. He is an enigma, even to I, the Supreme Overlord of Ice. An identity, he does not seem to have. Sometimes I find a bit of pity for him. Though, he is a natural-born leader. Not as much as I or Mortal Nevermind but he certainly is aware of the wants, needs and everything in between of all the others.. His astral level, like his animating companion, may only be a 1. But, I would say he is a 5 / 10.

Mortal Mioda seems to be quite upbeat, loud and bold. Perhaps even to the point that it wreaks havoc on the ears of everyone else at times. I suppose it isn't her fault exactly. She also looks to have a strong sense of individuality. She also has an astral level of 1. She would be about a 5 / 10.

And for Mortal Tsumiki.. Sometimes even someone like I can feel an ounce of pity for her. Poor girl. She does help me sometimes, I suppose. She isn't exactly the Ultimate Veterinarian but she does give assistance when it comes to my own injuries as the Ultimate Nurse.. Of which there have been few, as of late; a product of my own breeding prowess. Her astral level would be a 1 as well, though. She would be a 5 / 10, I suppose.

Mortal Hanamura is, to be blunt, a pervert. It's pathetic to see his own efforts of chasing women, obviously a futile action. Though, I've requested him to make a delicate feast for the Devas occasionally and they do seem to enjoy it. I suppose he does deserve his Ultimate title with his dishes being utterly-.. delectable. Another astral level of 1. [Everyone but Hajime is an astral level of 1, get used to seeing it.] Though overall, he is a 4 / 10.

[I'll be doing a part 2 of this prpbably ,,,, Idk brain gears shall turn when they turn or whatevs hahahahah.]

[weirddancer14]

With her kingdom suffering from a devastating drought, Princess Sonia Nevermind ventures into the wilds to find a powerful cryomancer.