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[heartsunholy]

@bcggars​ said: [ point + knife ] your muse holding mine at knife point. - idk what brought it to this point but Kaz @ Sonia

violent reactions // accepting

She does not like the person she is now.

It’s miles better than serving under Junko Enoshima, that’s for certain. But the Sonia she had been in the game, the one without memories of the atrocities she’s committed, the one who was almost blindly loyal and protective of all her friends...That Sonia was a good person.

Sonia wasn’t sure she would ever be able to be good again. 

Not when her mind was clouded with grief over their fallen friends. Not when she could hear the screams of her family and friends back in Novoselic being slaughtered whenever she attempted to sleep. Not when a dark, treacherous part of her heart convinced her to sneak a knife from the kitchen for protection as she slept hunched over Gundham’s pod in the Future Foundation headquarters.

How could she even attempt to call herself a good person if she couldn’t trust her friends? 

Especially not when, startled by a noise, the princess of a fallen empire reacted on pure instinct. Novoselic had always been a country well versed in the art of war and her time working as a Remnant of Despair had only honed her craft. It’s pure muscle memory, the way she grabs the knife from the floor, spins with all the grace of the Ultimate Princess, and pins the intruder against the wall, blade to their throat.

It’s only a split second but Sonia swears she sees her brothers in Kazuichi’s frightened eyes - her dear older siblings begging silently for their lives with just their expressions. And maybe she’s not a good person but that sharp sting of horror that blooms in response to Kazuichi’s reaction is enough for Sonia’s eyes to mirror his terrified look.

The knife clatters noisily to the floor as the princess, eyes wide and haunted, attempts an explanation. “I...Ka....Kazu...I...y-you st...you startled me, I...I’m so...I’m sorry, I..”

She’s aware of the stinging in her knees first; second, the ache in her chest, like a vice grip on her lungs, her blood pumping noisily in her ears. It takes several moments later for Sonia to realize she’s collapsed to the floor - and several seconds longer than that to realize the reason her vision has blurred so suddenly is the influx of tears flowing from her eyes.

She can’t even manage to blubber out an apology as the sobs wrack her frame. How utterly rotten of her.

#messages #bcggars #bcggars / kazuichi #sonia nevermind » ic #sonia verse » burn your biographies ; rewrite your history ; light up your wildest dreams (future) #i misread the prompt initially and had this idea and could not go to sleep until i replied #anyway: pain #danganronpa tw #ask to tag #murder tw #panic attack tw #knife tw

[heartsunholy]

@wickedpraycrs​ said: "make me forget." Oh. Nagito/Sonia-

nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno // accepting

She’s honestly not sure why she bothered to answer. The door to her cabin was unlocked, not caring for her own safety anymore. Not that she believed she deserved an easy death, after everything she had done, but she also didn’t think her friends would try anything. They were all just as tired, world-weary, and eager to move on as she was.

But was she really moving on? When had she last spoken to any of the others - aside from detailing the day’s events to the comatose ones in the Future Foundation headquarters. When was the last time she had left her room, to go anyway but to the fallen ones? All she did was spend her days in a haze of grief and regret. That certainly wasn’t moving on.

But she does answer the door - calling from her spot lounging in bed that the door is open. And when Nagito steps in, there’s a strange tension palpable in the air. Sonia slowly pulls herself into a sitting position, brows furrowed as her eyes lock with Nagito’s. 

...There’s something familiar in his gaze. An ache. A desire to move on but feeling stuck in quicksand. She...she sees that expression reflected in mirrors too often these days. And then he murmurs three simple words, a desire to forget, and Sonia’s chest tightens in answer.

Yeah. She wants to forget too.

Slowly, she stands and approaches the door, almost as if approaching a wounded animal - trying not to startle him...or herself. Gently, the former princess closes the door before locking eyes with Nagito’s once more, as if drawn by a magnet. Her finger tips brush against his cheek as she lifts to her toes and presses her mouth, soft as a prayer, to the other cheek. “...Yeah,” Sonia whispers, voice hoarse from lack of use. “I wish to forget too.” Her hand tugs on his lightly, walking backwards as she leads him to her bed.

Maybe, for one night, the comfort of another body will make sleep a little easier for both of them.

#messages #wickedpraycrs #wickedpraycrs / nagito #danganronpa tw #sonia nevermind » ic #sonia verse » burn your biographies ; rewrite your history ; light up your wildest dreams (future) #icb they need a ship tag asap

[heartsunholy]

@bcggars​ said: [ kiss + rough ] - Kaz to Sonia.... impassioned tryst post game maybe?

nsfw muse reaction prompts // accepting

She feels as if she’s been in the shower for days, scrubbing at the dried blood on her skin, attempting to wash the invisible sins from her flesh. 

It was such a bizarre, out of body experience. One second, she’s in the program, watching the walls crumble into ones and zeros around them, and the next, she’s opening her eyes in this futuristic pseudo-coffin. She’s still in her dress when she finally exits the pod. It’s stained with blood and grime - unbefitting for the princess of Novoselic; perfectly suited for the Red Queen Sonia Nordskov, Novoselic’s most infamous dictator.

She does wait a little, waits to see the others escape their pods, all in similar states of disarray. It’s so jarring, having only seen them moments ago and yet all of them looking nearly unrecognizable. It’s why Sonia excuses herself as soon as she can, intent of finding new clothes at the market and showering, scrubbing at her skin until it’s nearly rubbed raw. 

She’s so dirty. She’s so dirty and she will never be cleaned.

Sonia does eventually drag herself out of the bath, golden locks wrapped in a towel and dressed in clean clothes, without the ghosts of her country attached to them. She’s dragging the towel through her hair to dry it faster when the door interrupts her.

She had just seen Kazuichi not an hour before. But there’s...something about him standing outside her door with the moonlight illuminating him from behind. Something ethereal, like he’s merely a figment of Sonia’s imagination. But he’s alive; she can see his chest rising and falling, she could probably feel his heartbeat if she just closed the distance between them. He’s alive. And it’s a fact that leaves Sonia breathless. The conflicting visions and memories in her mind don’t help calm her - Kazuichi and his blood-stained jumpsuit repairing Monokuma units, Kazuichi in the program, looking at her with such adoration without knowing how little she deserved it. They’ve been through so much and now, here they stand...is it truly real?

She’s not sure how long the two of them stand on either side of the threshold, simply observing each other, as if waiting for the other to fade into the ether. And she’s not entirely certain who moves first. All Sonia is aware of is the towel around her hair fallen to the floor, Kazuichi’s hand threaded through her wet tresses as their mouths meet over and over again. Sonia’s hands cling to his biceps as if without holding him, he’ll disappear - a thought that sends a shock of terror through her system.

He’s alive. And she’s alive. And nothing - the Future Foundation, Ultimate Despair, Novoselic, even the others - nothing else matters in this moment. All that matters is the way Sonia’s heart races in time with Kazuichi’s - so very alive.

#messages #bcggars #bcggars / kazuichi #sonia nevermind » ic #sonia verse » burn your biographies ; rewrite your history ; light up your wildest dreams (future) #the idea hit me and if i have to deal with the pain so do you #anyway: sad kids #self harm tw #just in case but #blood tw #suggestive tw #dynamic » oh no this isn't how our story ends ; so hold me tight ; or don't (sonia and kazuichi / ft. bcggars) #danganronpa tw

[heartsunholy]

@bcggars​ said: mistletoe for Sonia from one of my DR muses? either on purpose from Kaz (I'm so sorry Sonia) or accidental from one of the others maybe!

oh ho, the mistletoe, hung where you can see // not accepting

She’s not really sure who suggested they celebrate the holidays. There’s not much to celebrate. Perhaps that’s why they’re doing it, to count their blessings rather than their losses, to talk about the victories instead of failures.

It’s a modest celebration, being just the five of them. The food is simple but good, there’s a few bottle of sake sent from the Future Foundation and the drinks flow freely. There’s a small gift exchange, a secret Santa - that had been Sonia’s idea. The market seemed to have everything, after all. She gets Akane a surfboard; Hajime gets her some new ribbons and hair ties, to deal with her cumbersome golden locks.

The celebration is quiet as Sonia works on small decorative wreaths to adorn the pods of their fallen friends. Morbid? Perhaps. But she doesn’t wish them to feel left out.

It’s in the small pile of leaves and berries that Sonia finds a sprig of mistletoe, forgotten amongst the bunch. She knows the tradition, if only from romance dramas. It’s not a tradition in her country and she doesn’t plan to utilize it. 

Initially. Because as she inspects the sprig of snow-white berries, she sees Kazuichi in her periphery. He’s...uncharacteristically quiet. They all are but for some reason, the mechanic’s silence hits her harder. She can’t comprehend the twinge of grief in her chest, no matter how long she looks at him, observes him for some source of her sadness.

All she has is an idea how to fix it.

“Kazuichi?” she calls gently when she’s close enough, to catch his notice. The sprig of mistletoe still clutched between her fingers; however, now, it’s lifted above their heads. She points upward with her free hand to give the mechanic a hint and when he lowers his head to lock gazes once more, Sonia leans in, pressing her lips to his warm cheek. 

She smiles when she pulls back, a smile that touches her eyes for once - a rarity these days, it feels. “Merry Christmas, Kazuichi.”

#messages #bcggars #bcggars / kazuichi #sonia nevermind » ic #sonia verse » burn your biographies ; rewrite your history ; light up your wildest dreams (future) #she cares!! wants to see him smile!! #danganronpa tw #dynamic » oh no this isn't how our story ends ; so hold me tight ; or don't (sonia and kazuichi / ft. bcggars)

[heartsunholy]

@serenitystored​ ♥’d for a broadway lyric starter

drink with me - various (les miserables) // sonia nevermind ft. hajime hinata

It’s not often Sonia eats with the rest of them. More often than not, she skips her meals entirely until someone checks in on her and when she does it, it’s alone in her cottage or in the chamber with their fallen classmates. But she’s...making more of an effort   to be present. She’s said nothing so far, as the small group of them eat their dinner but as her glass is refilled, princess pauses to lift her glass.

“Drink with me to days gone by,” she requests, voice gentle. “To the life that used to be.”

#rp #serenitystored #serenitystored / hajime #sonia nevermind » ic #sonia verse » burn your biographies ; rewrite your history ; light up your wildest dreams (future) #danganronpa spoilers #christie don't look // #danganronpa tw #playlist said sonia trying to reconnect with the survivors time

[heartsunholy]

@ultimaet​ said: “You asleep?” / for sonia from fuyuhiko?? :')

soft sentence starters // accepting

To a stranger, she certainly wouldn’t look like the Ultimate Princess right now; that was fitting as she didn’t particularly feel very regal these days. 

Fuyuhiko’s voice is quiet but it carries. The room where their fallen friends are resting is usually quiet, save for the thrum of the machinery, keeping them alive. Sonia rises almost instantly, hair disarrayed, strands sticking to her face. Blue eyes are bleary as she answers back with a groggy, “Hmm?”

If asked, she’ll blame her half-asleep state for glancing back at the pod she was leaning against, as if somehow, while she was slumbering, Gundham had woken up. He hadn’t but she still felt compelled to check.

“...I suppose I...,” the princess pauses to yawn in the middle of her sentence, hand brushing her hair into some semblance of order. “...I suppose I must have dozed off. Um...what time is it?”

#messages #ultimaet #ultimaet / fuyuhiko #sonia nevermind » ic #sonia verse » burn your biographies ; rewrite your history ; light up your wildest dreams (future) #o o p #thank you for this jupiter!! #danganronpa tw

[heartsunholy]

@bcggars​ said: “I can’t wait to finally hold it” - one of my DR2 boys being supportive to Sonia; maybe this happens while they're still on the island since I think they'd have a very communal sense of responsibility over any baby that happened to be born no matter whose it was

pregnancy starters // accepting 

Her first thought? Fuyuhiko seems more excited to see her child than she is.

It’s followed by immediate guilt, one Sonia attempts to swallow with a smile. A hand rests on her abdomen, barely starting to swell, hardly noticeable under her skirt. And though the blonde smiles, it doesn’t...fully touch her eyes. She loves Gundham. More than she thought it possible to love someone. And though the child had not been planned, the news has brought nothing but joy to their little community.

For everyone except Sonia, who isn’t sure if the illness plaguing her these days is morning sickness or just pure, unadulterated anxiety.

For so much of her life, everything had been planned for her. What she studied, what she wore, where she went. Hope’s Peak had meant freedom for a brief time - and then despair had struck. Now, she was a foreigner without a country, a queen without a throne, and her future was unknown to her.

Sonia had never had the time or privilege to consider whether or not she wanted children; they were a certainty, a means of carrying on the Nordskov line, an heir to inherit her power. Presumably, the child’s father would have been Soren - but her friend was dead and Gundham, for all the power he boasted, held no expectations for Sonia or their child.

She’s unmoored in the unknown of it all. But she swallows it like a bitter pill, and smiles in the face of adversity, as she’s always done.

“...Yes. You will be a wonderful uncle,” she assures him, smile widening but eyes still distant. “You have more experience than me, surely. You were the older brother but I was the youngest child. Perhaps...you might give me some pointers?”

#messages #bcggars #sonia nevermind » ic #sonia verse » burn your biographies ; rewrite your history ; light up your wildest dreams (future) #pregnancy tw #etemophobia tw #anyway she made this sad and i'm so sorry asdfghjk #i went with fuyu cause i think out of the dr2 boys their friendship is the least developed so! #but if you want nagito or kaz i can rewrite!

[heartsunholy]

@bcggars​ said: “What are you doing out here on the roof? The party’s inside.” - Nagito for Sonia, post game, after at least some of the comatose have begun waking up, because I think they still celebrate holidays on their fucken island

auld lang syne // selectively accepting

Almost everyone is awake now; that’s cause for celebration, isn’t it? What better time than the holidays to remember how truly grateful they were for the return of their comatose friends? The evening wind of the island is chilly - as chilly as their temperate tropical home ever got - and the former princess of Novoselic sits on the balcony, a shawl wrapped around her shoulders to protect from the elements.

The sounds of the festivities inside are muffled by the closed doors. Teruteru and Ibuki have returned to them; savory and sugary scents drift on the wind, accompanied by booming bass guitar. With all the noise, muffled as it is, the question of someone so close is enough to make the blonde nearly jump out of her skin. 

She turns, and the sight of Nagito Komaeda makes her heart race. Part of her still thinks it’s a dream, her friends returning home. Perhaps that’s why she’s so reticent to leave and join the party. After all, the last time they were all together for a party, things had ended in tragedy - and the horrors had only worsened from there. So no matter how happy Sonia was, there was that quiet, treacherous voice speaking what ifs into her ear.

She grins at Nagito, however, eyes squinted shut so he couldn’t see how she was forcing the happiness, just a little. “Ah, Nagito! You, you surprised me!” She retorts, voice melodic, laughter in her tone. She drawls the shawl tighter around herself and forces her smile just a little wider. “I just stepped out for some fresh air. I am surprised you noticed! I would have thought you would be so swarmed with everyone catching you up on the island life to notice anyone missing!”

#messages #bcggars #bcggars / nagito #sonia nevermind » ic #sonia verse » burn your biographies ; rewrite your history ; light up your wildest dreams (future) #two infants™

[heartsunholy]

@damagecompiilation​ said: 22. for sex after a near death experience (SONDAAAAAAAAAAM)

nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno // accepting

She stuck to his side like a duckling following its mother. He was not the first to awake, no, but Sonia was loathe to leave her vigil at his pod until he did. She was...better, around the survivors, still a little uncertain about those returning to the group. She had...done awful things. They all had, really, but Sonia didn’t fully...trust herself. After all, if she was so weak-willed as to be brainwashed into slaughtering most of her country’s elite, she may not be the sort of people her friends trusted.

There was hope in her heart again; and one hope was that Gundham would still understand her best. As he always had.

It was the first time in weeks she had joined everyone for dinner, rather than eating alone. Though she wasn’t particularly talkative, picking at her food and asking Gundham quietly if the food was to his liking, if he was comfortable. If he’s annoyed by her clinging, he doesn’t say so, doesn’t protest when Sonia tugs him towards her cottage.

She kisses him immediately, hungrily, desperate for contact after the days and weeks and months without him at her side. “I-I am sorry,” she breathes against his mouth. It’s a lie; and she’s trying not to do those anymore. “...No. No, I’m not, I...Dammit, Gundham, I need you-!”

She stops when she’s managed to shrug his jacket and shirt off, scarf still in place. Suddenly, the frantic rush cools in her chest, heart weighing down like a stone. Slowly, she reaches a hand out, feels the beat of his heart beneath her palm. Steady. Stable. Alive.

Tears well up in the former princess’s eyes and no comments about his poisoned touch could disuade her now. Sonia’s arms wind tightly around the warlock’s frame as sobs wrack through her body. “I-I-I have missed you...so...so absurdly much!”

#messages #damagecompiilation #damagecompiilation / gundham #sonia nevermind » ic #dynamic » i try to picture me without you but i can't ; cause we could be immortals (sonia and gundham / ft. damagecompiilation) #if you weren't expecting me to do this one first you don't know me #i crave sondham and post game content #christie don't look // #danganronpa spoilers #danganronpa tw #sonia verse » burn your biographies ; rewrite your history ; light up your wildest dreams (future)

[heartsunholy]

a lil tag drop but also a psa on how i’m gonna list out sonia’s verses

main - anything that happens pre game and pre tragedy, anything during the course of d2, or in non-despair aus with other dr charaters

despair - sonia’s time post tragedy but pre dr 2, working as a remnant of despair

future/post game - post dr2 and likely post anime once i’ve watched it. post neo world program ft. sonia attempting to atone for her actions

modern - non-despair regular verse for modern crossovers

crossovers - tbd ; likely newsies and descendants though

#sonia verse » i could scream forever ; we are the poisoned youth (despair) #sonia verse » burn your biographies ; rewrite your history ; light up your wildest dreams (future) #christie don't look //

[heartsunholy]

Open Starter » Sonia Nevermind - relating to THIS meta

It’s rare to see the former princess - she quietly corrects her friends when they attempt to call her that title, that the kingdom of Novoselic is no more and she is to blame - out and about. More often than not, the foreigner is holed up in the Future Foundation headquarters, speaking quietly to the fallen, an oral diary of the day to day events on Jabberwock, in hopes her voice might rouse them. When not there, she’s mostly locked up in her cabin. Rarely does she join the others for meals, taking trips out of the darkness to food and bathing only.

Which is why it’s so strange to see her just outside the hotel, collapsed on the steps leading to the restaurant. Her takeaway box of food and her Monopad discarded at her side. She’s too busy sobbing to give them - or the approaching person - any mind. Shoulders shake with the weight of a thousand back-breaking straws, all the guilt and pain she’s held in her heart for years, finally released with the broken flood gates.

It would appear innocuous to an onlooker but the open Monopad shows Sonia’s little Monopet - or, what remained of him, with the little ghost sprite floating listlessly on screen beside a name plate reading “Elias.”

But to Sonia, who had named the little pixelated friend after her first slain brother, it was as if Elias had been killed all over again at her hands.

#general » open starter #nevermind » open #sonia verse » burn your biographies ; rewrite your history ; light up your wildest dreams (future) #death tw #danganronpa tw #depression tw #breakdown tw #ask to tag #so uh. she went off and i'm sorry #she just has a lot of feelings

[heartsunholy]

@serenitystored​ said: “  what do you see when you look into my eyes?  ”  hajime @ sonia

more prompts for your feels // accepting

It’s an odd question, to be sure. Perhaps that’s why he asks; something that strange forces the princess’s head to lift from where it was resting against Gundham’s pod in order to meet Hajime’s gaze. There are a lot of answers she can give. She’s seen Hajime through so many stages throughout the years. But Sonia, blinking away her haziness, tries to focus. Exhausted blue eyes meet concerned red and before long, the former princess has her answer.

Her voice is scratchy from lack of use but still somehow gentle when she manages a quiet, “...I...I see hope, Hajime. I have not seen that in your eyes in...quite a long time.” The blonde breaks the eye contact, glancing down at the comatose warlock in the pod at her side. “...Perhaps that is my fault. Perhaps I have not been looking hard enough,” Sonia muses, voice barely above a whisper.

#rp #serenitystored #serenitystored / hajime #sonia nevermind » ic #sonia verse » burn your biographies ; rewrite your history ; light up your wildest dreams (future) #danganronpa spoilers #danganronpa tw #hey....i love them