#ultprincess

“This isn’t your home country, Princess. No one here’s gonna kiss your booboo better.... so unless you’re dying, you better have another reason you’re interrupting me. I’m a busy man.”

From here, @ultprincess​

bright 8-bit graphics dance in sparkling blue eyes, thumbs clumsily fiddling with the controllers buttons as sonia tries to keep up with the other. when chiaki had absentmindedly mentioned finding a old game system buried with electric avenue, she never would’ve expected to be the one invited in for a game-night. 🍰

though she was no stranger to the warm, static-y buzz of TVs, video games were still something quite foreign to her. despite that, she seems to be having fun, if not because of the game itself, then because she was with a friend. 🍰  

as another round came to an end, victorious music played and chiaki’s name flashed on the screen, sonia lowered her controller. with an sleepy stretch, she shoots a glance over at the gamer. 🍰

“ it seems you’ve won again! i suppose that’s not so surprising for the ultimate gamer, though. i find it admirable that you will not go down so easily! ” 🍰

then, silence. sonia’s eyes turn back to the TV, assuming they’d go for a few more rounds, before they’d part ways, and get some rest. but, instead, the game is paused, and the other bares a much more serious expression then before. 🍰

she’s a little caught off guard, at first only able to blink a few times in response. her stomach twists, she can’t help but be a little nervous… but, she tries her best to not let it show, for chiaki’s sake. so instead, she smiles, patient. 🍰

“ be honest with me…? well, of course! my ears are peeled, ” sonia, that’s definitely not–okay, that’s besides the point, “ is everything quite alright? ” 🍰

“Please don’t tell anyone what I’m about to share... I’m only telling you because I trust that you can... Well keep this secret for the time being.” Chiaki was nervous, she wasn’t sure how Sonia would react but... She needed some help or at least advice and she trusted that out of everyone that Sonia would be the best to go to.

Chiaki turned her face away from Sonia, face hidden from view due to both her hair and due to the angle, she couldn’t bring herself to face Sonia while explaining so instead looked at the darkness of the room around them.

“I... I can remember more about what happened at Hope’s Peak than the rest of you... I know a lot of what happened during everyone’s time there” Chiaki’s words were almost a whisper but still were clear as day to hear in the room.

“I haven’t told the others about this because I’m worried that if I play my hand too strong that Monokuma is just going to kill me before I can actually help anyone but... I can’t stand watching this, seeing everyone kill people that were their friends... I need to find some way of helping that doesn’t just... Make everything worse.” There was pain behind Chiaki‘s words, something despite and alone.

@ultprincess​ asked: ☕ + pats on the shoulder! she supports u, budd <3 // touch starved meme 

   MAKOTO SHOULD HAVE REALIZED he wouldn’t end up alone for very long— the island is vast, with plenty of areas for the former Remnants of Despair ( along with any visitors, which is exactly what he’s doing right now ) to spend their time, but he hasn’t exactly seen anyone stray too far from the rest of them, yet. Makoto doesn’t want to, either! The plan was to take a few moments to himself, and then return right away. 

    Familiar feeling of guilt sits at the pit of his stomach, twisting more with each passing thought. The last thing he should do during his visit with the others is give in to exactly that— here to CHECK UP on them, show is support and make sure everything is going okay when the rest of the world remains too reluctant to give them more of a chance, just as he had done before the Neo World Program and... as he tried to do during it. He knows what they all went through doesn’t solely lie on his shoulders, but it had all been his idea. If only he had taken more precautions, thoroughly double checked, made sure absolutely nothing could go wrong... none of this would have happened, they wouldn’t have to wait for their friends to wake up.

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Ishimaru hadn’t meant to stay in the library this long. But even he is self aware enough to know how he gets when he focuses on his studies. When he puts his attention on something it has to be 100%, like he does everything else. So when he finally realized that perhaps it was getting a bit late and he glanced down at his watch he, to his horror, discovered that it was already well past midnight.

He’d intended on quietly making his way back to his dorm. Nobody needed to know the prefect was awake this late on a school night after all. But the quiet melody coming from the music room halts his careful stride. Kiyotaka has never been one for music or any creative pursuit really. Despite his best tries, to his frustration, he’s just never had the brain for it. But still, even he can appreciate a beautiful melody when he hears it.

His own curiosity and a need to tell whoever is playing off for making so much noise so late carry him towards the sound. He’s surprised to find it’s Sonia, he’d expected someone much more prone to trouble-making in her stead.

He walks closer as he exclaims his question, though with how naturally loud his voice is and the great acoustics in the room there really is no need for him to. He stops when he’s standing right in front of the podium that houses the piano, his stern looking red eyes fixed on the girl sitting behind it.

At her nervous response, he seems to soften somewhat. That, and the realization that he really is a hypocrite for being angry with her for being up this late.

      it was a brief moment, in all truthfulness: sonia’s excitement, bubb-       ling over, her smile bright and infectious as she talked about a library,             a library, you have to come see! her voice was so bright, her eyes             alight with an internal flame, and gundham cannot help but start to             smile in return. her smile is like stepping into sunlight, her excite-             ment a brisk breeze, and                                  he is so enamoured,                  so breathless, that,                                  before he can react,

                she is reaching for him --

                she is grabbing his hand --

      and he has no time to flinch away, to warn her, to tell her no, my       touch will burn you, my blood is poison, my body is cursed.

      his heart jumps to his throat, a butterfly trapped in a jar, wings beat-       ing against a beautiful entrapment: he feels he may choke, he may       be tongue-tied for the rest of his life. wide eyes stare at sonia, her       smile rivaling the sun, her hair golden curls that catch the light just       so -- and his gaze falls to their hands.

      her fingers, holding his hand.       touching his skin.            warm       against       ice-cold skin       that covers bone and muscle.

      her skin does not sear, does not burn. she does not pull away.       she is not appalled.

      the angels, the devils, the monsters in his head -- no longer singing       a quiet song, they burst into a symphony.

      she is speaking, she is excitedly talking about-- a library, new books,       come, let us go explore it! and gundham is certain that the heavens       must be jealous of someone like her.

Gundham could feel the creature prowling around campus, even from his dorm room, it was hard not to with the pure malevolent energy coming off the thing, though one could argue that he himself was prowling, walking unseen amongst the shadows in attempt to locate the source of dark magic that had pulled him from slumber. It was late, enough so that there were very little students walking through the courtyard now, with curfew being so very close, so the breeder was a bit surprised to see Sonia lit up under one of the streetlamps lining the sidewalk a short walk out from the dormitories. He had just been about to step free from the cover of darkness to ask just what she was doing out so very late when he saw It.

It looked like nothing more than a scruffy dog, fur so long it covered its whole body right down to the ground in order hide the truth from the human eye. He should be more surprised that it decided to even reveal itself to the princess in the first place, spirits of disease more often preferring to remain unseen whilst working their trade, but that abnormal little bit would have to wait. 

The halfblood quickened his steps into a full on sprint now, though far faster than what a human could ever hope to manage without years of training, what should have been heavy footfalls instead completely unheard thanks to his enchanted footwear, all in an effort to get to Sonia before she tried to-

“Do not touch that!” He yelled at the princess with a tone of startling urgency, something that must have been jarring in so many different ways since he had never once raised his voice at her, or anyone really, not even Kazuichi when the man was on his last nerve, Gundham not liking the way the mechanic jumped when he did... 

His hand reached out to seemingly grip and pull back at the air, and in tandem the shadow cast by Sonia, thanks to the streetlight, was manipulated to pull her back a few feet, enough so that the overlord could put himself between her and the spirit, looking for all the world like he had appeared out of thin air as he stood there glowering at the mass of fur, so very ready for a fight... 

“So you are the one prowling these grounds, spirit...” He hissed it’s way, an inhuman growl just at the edges of his voice in an attempt at intimidation. “What fools have you coerced into your malice, keukegan? How many mortal lives have you taken tonight?” The spirit in question didn’t seem to respond, it only cowering away from the halfblood in fear, backing up a few steps as the furry mass began to shake, but the overlord did get a response, one only he could understand, and oddly enough his defensive posture seemed to slacken a bit. “I see...Come here, then...”

Reluctant at first, the spirit slunk towards the man now in a crouch before it, the breeder pulling a collar of all things from an inner pocket of his coat, one etched with strange runes that seemed to glow if you stared at them for too long. “With this, you may have your wish. I promise no harm will befall you in my care, nor will you be able to bring harm to others...” Gundham explained to the fuzzy thing as he moved closer to secure the collar around it’s neck, though it was clearly hesitant to let the breeder touch it... “You will not harm me, keukegan, it is not in my blood...”

Whatever that meant seemed to put the creature at ease, the collar now being snapped snuggly around its neck with no fight beyond getting it around all the fur. Nothing really seemed to change about it, at least nothing able to be seen, but the overlord could feel the harmful magic in the air dwindling with each passing second, allowing him to breath out a sigh of relief. 

Now he had another problem to deal with...

“I suppose I owe you an explanation, my dark queen...” He didn’t even look to see if Sonia was even still there, too afraid that he may find fear on her face with what she had just witnessed, fear that would be directed towards him. Or maybe he would find that she had run away as soon as she was yanked backwards by seemingly nothing, that he had chased her off. For all Gundham knew, he was talking to nothing but the air.