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Soudam Week: Day 1 - Non-Despair School Life

Hi! This my first work for Danganronpa, and I thought’s be a nice break from GM and Voltron as a whole, so please enjoy! <3 (and yes, all of these will be posted on my AO3)

This was utter nonsense.

  Pure, unadulterated tomfoolery in his opinion. And, considering it was the opinion of the Supreme Overlord of Ice and future ruler of this pathetic mortal realm, it should’ve mattered a great deal. Yes.

Should’ve.

  But against his very vehemnet protests, this... menial task was still thrust upon him. Him! The Great Gundham Tanaka! This was an insult, an outrage . And yet...Gundham didn’t dare refuse. For fear, cold blooded and rabid, fear of one homeroom teacher Chisa Yukizome. A truly monstrous mortal that even Gundam wished never to anger. Not again.

Never again.

  So here he was, the cursed offspring between an Angel and a Devil, having to ask a classmate of all things for assistance. Which was, as Gundham had previously stated, utter nonsense. The classmate in question was one Kazuichi Souda. The Super Highschool Level Mechanic.

And someone Gundham would’ve rather not interacted with.

  N-Not because that mortal with the wonderfully hellish teeth and the sharp, glitteringly intelligent eyes had caught his own all-seeing eye! N-Nor the fact that even his wonderful Dark Devas of Destruction had deemed such a mortal worthy of their nuzzles and affections. Or e-even how that loud, boisterous laughter can bring even his all-powerful ice heart to a steady melt . Wait-

Was had he been talking about?

  Oh! Right! Final projects. Yes, the projects... which are final . Those projects. Ahem, anyway, Gundham needed Souda’s help. You see, he project was to design a product that would assist one in Ultimate Talent. His other classmates had steadily finished their’s over the past months.

  The Always Hungry One had created a sort of portable sandwich holder. The Devil Dancer had invented a speaker that shouted recorded insults at those the machine recognized, greatly distressing the Timid One. The Red Eyed One and the Baby Faced One had collaborated on a project and produced a sort of decoding device. Naturally, the Great Gundham Tanaka had came up with something even better.

A cage!

  But not just any cage, this was a cage that could read the wait of an animal and adjust it’s diameters to fit the warrior properly. It was ingenious! So when his homeroom teacher had informed him that the idea and the sketches he made weren’t going to be enough to pass, the Overlord of Ice was begrudgingly forced to seek out the Sharp Toothed One for assistance on creating a prototype.

But that was proving rather difficult.

  Hope’s Peak was a huge palace with many twists and turns, not to mention seemingly infinite lab space for each of its students. So Gundam was forced to run back and forth in an increasingly frustrating search for the mechanic. It was then that his cursed ears picked up the distant siren song of a radio.

“I don’t wanna talk about it...I don’t wanna think about it.”

  It was coming somewhere further down the hall of endless garages. Could it be? Gundham decided to take a chance all follow the call of the radio enchantress.

“I’m just feeling low, feeling low.”

  All the papers and folders and pamphlets containing help information pertaining to Gundam’s project suddenly turned moist under his palms. There! Underneath the voice trapped in the radio, was that-? Gundham’s heart leapt to his throat.

Beating far too fast for something made of ice.

“Even when you’re next to me, it’s not the way I’m picturing.”

Souda.

  Gundham knew it, felt it. Underneath all that noise, was Souda’s voice. Quietly following along the song with near masterful accuracy. NOt quite melodious, but far from off-key. Just right and wonderful . This...actually came as a shock to the Ultimate Breeder.

He’d never heard something quite like it.

  Yes, he, the Great Gundham Tanaka and Super Highschool Level Animal Breeder, had never heard Souda’s voice like this . N-Not that he had actively listened into the Sharp Toothed One’s conversations! No! Not at all! I-It just seemed out of the ordinary for someone like Souda.

Which only flustered Gundham even more.

  Clearly , this was previously unknown side of Souda. Side no one knew. Until now. And he, Gundham Tanaka, now knew something about Kazuichi Souda that no one else did! Not even his beloved ‘soul brother.’ It made the Overlord of Ice preen up just the slightest bit in pride as he ventured even closer to that soft voice.

“You wanna be friends forever?”

Then it hit him.

  The Sharp Toothed One...He would most likely detest the idea of Gundham’s knowledge of this particular behavior of his. Which sent his cold heart plummeting to the deep, dark pit of Gundham’s stomach.

His mood coming down with it.

“I can think of something better.”

It was because of the She-Cat.

  That’s all Gundham was able to decipher from the absolute anomaly that was Kazuichi Souda. Apparently, the Sharp Tooth One was under the misunderstanding that he, the Great Gundham Tanaka, held romantic... affections for the Dark Queen.

Which was far, far from the truth.

  While it was true that the She-Cat was a strong and welcomed ally in his plans for world-domination, she was just that. A trusted and valued ally . Souda... Souda was different. Souda was the twist in his stomach and the worrying falter of his heart. Souda was sleepless nights dreaming of dyed hair in his hands and restless mornings filled with vain efforts to try not to stare too much at still sleep-soft expressions on Souda’s face. Sonia was stability and simplicity. Souda was nothing like that.

Souda was chaos.

“I’m just feeling low, feeling low.”

And Gundham loved it.

  It was because of the chaos Souda created within him that the Overlord of Ice could see no other being worthy of sharing his path. No other person qualified to rule the world by his side.

But that just wasn’t meant to be.

“Sleeping here right next to me...”

  For even he, the Great Gundham Tanaka, was subject to the cruel mistress that is fate. And that mistress had foretold of Souda’s doomed feelings for the She-Cat. But, what was once a strained, uncomfortable relation, had now grew into a fairly stable friendship.

Leaving him behind.

“But will you ever mess with me?”

It was Invading Black Dragon Cham-P that woke him from his stupor.

  Rubbing against his commander’s poisonous cheek softly, as if to raise his spirits. An action Gunham took full advantage of to pet his beloved Deva in a similarly caring manner. The other Devas eventually emerging from the Angel’s scarf to see what else they could do to combat their commander’s sudden sadness.

San-D’s eyes glinting dangerously.

  That alone should have tipped Gundham off. But thoughts of his rotting relationship thwe Souda and the Sharp Toothed One himself had made the Overlord of Ice weak , soft. As they always did. If only for a moment, a second .

Which was all the Devas needed.

  Shooting from their home in the Angel’s scarf with all the power of true hellbeasts. Sprinting, as if their lives depended on it, the second their paws hit the cool floor. Gundham jolting in shock. Wait! No!

They were going to Souda!

  Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Gundham could only run after them in a near-mad dash. They couldn’t alert the Sharp Toothed One to his presence! Not when he was so unprepared! But the Devas’ plan had worked. In forcing the pair’s meeting to occur faster, Gundham’s misery was altogether forgotten.  

“No...”

  Souda’s voice was but a soft howl as the Devas disappeared around the corner and into Souda’s open garage. Gundham barely able to skid to a halt at the edge of the doorframe. His, now frantic heart, almost beating out of the cage in his chest. The music was louder now, as was Souda’s voice.

Oddly comforting.

  A soft squeaks of his Devas finally gave Gundham the push he needed to peer inside Souda’s garage. And, for the second time that day, the Great Gundham Tanaka was once again shocked.

It was...different than what he had imagined.

  With large windows taking up nearly half the massive walls. Letting a great deal of natural light that made even the greasiest tools and half-finished projects sparkle. Like a magic spell, the garage was suddenly transformed into a room full of secret runes and treasures Gundham immediately longed to understand. Large metal shelves piled with current works and spare parts. And there, near the largest work table in the center of that sunlit scene, was the Ultimate Mechanic himself.

Souda.

“But at least i got you in my head, oh yeah...”

  And, like casting a magic spell, Gundham was entranced. Souda stood, with his back to the door, his long pink hair tied together in a single, glorious braid flowing between his lean shoulders. The soft, curling ends just fluttering above the small of his back treacherously. Gundham’s bandaged fingers twitching to the sudden urge to wrap his fist around the velvet rope of hair and tug the mechanic closer to him. The Overlord of Ice had seldom seen Souda’s hair like this, only appearing every seasonal heat wave or so. But, apparently, the Sharp Toothed One seemed to prefer to bind his hair whilst he worked, his beanie long since discarded. Oh Dear Dark Gods.

Gundham really liked his hair like that.

“At least I got you in my head, in my head.”

  Oh vexed vixen! Just as his all-seeing eye had trailed down the shining length of Souda’s tetresses, the little minx moved! No. No, moved wasn’t the right word for it. Not when Gundham felt a cursed heat spread throughout his face. Oh no.

He was dancing.

  Swaying his hips lazily side to side as he sang along to the radio. Gundham’s eyes following every movement. The garishly yellow jumpsuit was gone. Leaving the Souda in nothing but a stained white tank top and equally smudged jeans. The outfit clinging to his muscled frame in such a way it was downright sinful.

And wonderfully so.

“Sleepovers in my head, oh yeah…”

  As if that wasn’t already dangerous to Gundham’s health, Souda’s shoulders also adapted that same torturous swaying motion. Making the long braid of pink hair dangle teasingly behind him. Souda then moved to the short side of the table, taking a long stream of mechanized joints along with him.

Still never catching sight of the Ultimate Breeder.

  Much to Gundham’s relief, as his heart felt as if it would burst from the sheer pressure of this...this trance the Sharp Toothed One had him under. Damn it, he had underestimated the sheer amount of demonic energy this lusty creature had! The Overlord of Ice was surely paying for such negligence now.

Especially as he saw the Devas inching closer to Souda.

“But at least I got you in my head...”

  The Overlord of Ice had to furiously bite his tongue in order to resist the urge to call them back to him and indefinitely alerting Souda to his presence. Unable to do anything except look desperately into their hellfire eyes and beg them not to reveal themselves. But they just sat there, near the other end of the table. Staring at him as if to say, “Give it a chance.”

A chance?

  What would a chance do? Gundham didn’t need a chance! He need Heaven and Hell in his hands for Souda to even consider him, the Great Gundham Tanaka, as a...a romantic partner! He needed bend the very fabric of reality to-

San-D bared her teeth.

  Tiny and flat, they didn’t look dangerous. But Gundham knew better. San-D was a fierce and powerful warrior who commanded both fear and respect amongst all of Gundham’s trusted army. As such, Gundham valued the pull of her devilish instincts to a very high regard.

This was one such case.

  She looked at him and bared her fangs with all the esaperated anger of a third wheeling friend. Forcing Gundham to, once again, re-evaluate his situation. Casting Souda under his all-seeing eyes once more.

  The Ultimate Mechanic's body was leaning over the table, fussing over another joint in the machine. The end of the screwdriver pinched between those magnificently sharp teeth, the music long forgotten as he zeroed in on the offending part. Gaze sharp enough to dismantle the project before him with his mind, but hands skilled enough to fix any and all errors. No matter how miniscule.

Gundham swallowed.

  It was that razor-sharp focus and tunneled passion that drew Gundham to Souda in the first place. In addition to the vicious teeth and cackling laughter. And, ever since the, thing have only gotten worse and worse between the two. Much to the Overlord of Ice’s dismay. But...perhaps...it wasn’t too late.

Souda cheered.

  The sound shocking Gundham from his place at the door frame as Souda blessed the bright, mechanical room with the warmth of his smile. Having been proved victorious in correcting whatever foul error dare cross his path. Sharp toothed and gleaming in the light. He had a smudge of oil on his cheek. Under his left eye, with blobs of it sticking to the part of his hair too short to make it into his braid. Flopping around his face and fluttering up into the hair. The sun’s light only further highlighting how soft and achingly touchable it was. That’s it.

That was the final straw.

“In my head...”

  Gundham looked to San-D and the rest of his beloved Devas. Nodding to them, he gave his permission to continue with their plan. And just like that, the Devas quickly ran up to souda and pounced on the unsuspecting mechanic. All while their commander busied himself with flattening down his hair and straightening his scarf. Souda screaming as the Four Dark Devas quickly took hold of the object of their commander’s pining.

“In my he-GAH!”

“Bwahaha! Foolish mortal, leaving your guard down while I reside within this world? Truly, this is another victory for the Great Gundham Tanaka!”

14-year-old Muslim girl dreams to be the first hijabi ballet dancer

A young Muslim ballerina wants other girls like her to know they can make a change — no matter their beliefs or the clothes they choose to wear.

Stephanie Kurlow converted to Islam with her family in 2010. Sadly, her conversion led to her feeling the need to give up ballet. She wanted to wear her hijab to dance classes in the southwest suburbs of Sydney, Australia, where she lives with her family, but she couldn’t find a school who would accept her.

“All I want is to share the beauty of the amazing ballet art form and inspire other young people who maybe don’t feel so confident to follow their dreams due to the outfits they wear, religious beliefs or lack of opportunities,” Kurlow told Mashable Australia. “I want these young people to have opportunities, young people who think it’s not possible to make their dream a reality because of the pressure from the many phobias and racism in our society.”

Kurlow has been dancing since she was 2 years old, and desperately wanted to be a professional ballerina. She started a crowd-funding campaign to try to make her dream a reality — and to help other young people who feel like they can’t pursue their endeavors without discrimination.

“In this day and age there is a lack of facilitation for youth who are disengaged or of a different religion or race,” Kurlow wrote in the campaign description. “I plan on bringing the world together by becoming the very first Muslim ballerina so that I can inspire so many other people to believe in themselves and pursue their dreams.”

Kurlow is trying to raise $10,000, which she states is to cover her tuition, supplies and competition entry for one year. She believes if she receives the right training she can pass on her knowledge and skills to girls who have the same aspiration. Once she trains, she hopes to open a ballet school to cater to a diverse group of ballerinas.

“I want to become a professional ballet dancer and receive my qualifications so that I can open a performing arts school that caters to children and young people of different faiths, races and backgrounds,” she said. “I believe that one day all children and young people will have an opportunity to perform and create, without sacrificing their values, beliefs or looks and my campaign is one step closer to achieving this.”

They are big plans for a 14-year-old, but she says the project is also to raise awareness about issues many people in our society still face. Her initiative follows in the footsteps of her mum, Alsu, who opened a performing arts academy in the Sydney suburb of Bankstown that teaches ballet, martial arts and aboriginal art classes to the local community.

No matter if she achieves her goal, Kurlow is happy to add her voice to the discussion. “I don’t want people to be seen for the clothes they wear, I want them to be seen as the person they are and how they want to change the world,” she said.

Soudam Week: Day 2 - Royalty

And yes, this was inspired by that one vine. It more crack than anything, but hopefully it makes you laugh ;)

A quality all good princesses must possess is patience.

But Sonia was running out of that real quick.

  Let’s see if we can explain the situation a little better hm? The Princess of the grand kingdom of Noselic was world renowned for inspirational and calming presence. But, what most people didn’t know, is that he actually had close ties to the infamous vampiric Count Tanaka Gundam, and the feared sea pillaging pirate Souda Kazuichi. Both men who were dear and valued friends to the young princess. If only there was one increasingly...irksome problem.

Souda was in love with Gundham.

  At first he had a rather worrying attachment to Sonia herself, but that sorted itself out with time and many balls that pushed the two together. And now Souda was almost a constant pining, worrying mess. A far cry from the once innovative and thrill-seeking seafarer. She cared for the pirate, she really did, but enough was enough.

“Yes, yes Souda I know that Gundham is very cool, and that you’ve never really thought about him in this was before. But what are you going to about it? With these affections?”

“Wh-What? Me?!” Had Sonia not had proper etiquette and manners drilled into her from a young age, she would’ve smacked the upside of Kazuichi’s head from being so dense at times. Honestly, a princess could only take so mu-

“A-Actually Princess...I-I’ve had this plan in my h-head for quite awhile now…” Oh?

Now Sonia was listening.

===

Sonia immediately regretted listening.

  The plan had made sense the first time she heard it, but now, during the execution of it...She suddenly wished she had tuned out Souda that day. Just how was Gundham supposed to fall for this? So pardon her language but...

This was beyond stupid.

  How could she have ever agreed to this? Oh curse the allure of matchmaking! The plan Souda had proposed went like this; Him and his pirate crew would fake her kidnapping, sending a ransom note to Gundham in the hopes that he’d come and save his friend. It was then and there that Souda planned to confess. In theory, it should’ve worked.

In theory.

  But here Sonia was, falsely tied to the main sail post of Souda’s ship the “S.S Hope’s Peak.” Waiting the the supposed “hero” to show up. Sonia’s sharp toothed friend only growing more and more sullen with every passing minute. And, while his pining did push Sonia to her wits end every now and then, he was still a very dear friend to her. So his misery was her misery!

“Just give him a few more minutes Souda, maybe he got...caught up?”

“Humph, yeah ri-“

“HALT FIEND! Prepare to face the ultimate wrath of the Supreme Overlord of Ice, the Great Gundham Tanaka! Tremble in petrified fear mor-Tamer of Automatons?”

  And just as Souda’s depressed grumble left his mouth, Gundham appeared. Galloping gallantly up to the decked battleship on a hellishly ferocious horse. But for all Gundam’s bravado, he was still rendered speechless by the scene.

Not that Sonia could blame him.

  She was tied to a post. Souda had already dropped his sword. Hajime was trying his best to play along even as a nearby seagull tried to peck at his large spike of hair. Nagito was currently torn between helping his boyfriend and wondering if trash like him should even interfere. Akane was asleep on the deck. And who knows where Ibuki was. All and all, it was chaos. So much so that the Novoselic Princess was both surprised and thankful that nothing had caught on fire.

Yet.

  But chaos, as it were, delighted the vampiric count. So it came as no surprise to Sonia when Gundam started laughing hysterically. But it certainly came as a surprise for poor Souda.

“W-Wha? Why are you laughin’?! This is serious!” Had the situation not have been spiraling out of control so rapidly, Sonia would’ve giggled and the bright blush that quickly overtook Souda’s face along with a fussy pout. It was hard work to hold back the urge to take charge of the situation, but the princess restrained herself. No.

She trusted Souda.

“And why, pray tell, is the scene before me so dire?” In a fluroush is his long black cape, Gundham dismounted the massive dark beast. Walking right up the dock were he gazed above him at Souda. With such a look in eyes that Sonia immediately knew that this outlandish plan would both work and was largely unnecessary.

Still, at least it’d be entertaining.

“B-Because I’m taking Miss Sonia away!” Oh...Oh he shouldn’t have said that. All at once any cheerful air that Gundham may have had around him evaporated. The Four Dark Devas of Destruction starting to peak out of their commander’s scarf to see what was all the commotion for. Oh. Oh no…

Jealousy was not a good look on the Overlord of Ice.

“Oh? I had thought that you had broken such a frivolous illusion long ago Sharp Toothed One.” Great, now Gundhan thought that Souda still had feelings for her! Oh this was getting ridiculous! Wriggling her shoulders, Sonia was just about ready to call this whole charade off and just order the two to confess when-

“You’ll never have her!”

“And why is that you pathetic mortal?!”

“Because I love you!”

  Silence. Heart-wrenching, spine-tingling silence. Sonia’s innards twisting at the sight of Souda’s face. Eyes cast down, clinging to the wooden planks in front of him like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His face dyed such a brilliant shade of red that it made that vibrant head of pink hair seem pale. With those dear, intelligent eyes glossing over with embarrassed tears. Desperately, Sonia looked toward to Gundham.

Finding him in a complete state of shock.

  Bandaged arms limp at his sides. Mismatched eyes wide and staring. Jaw hanging open as the sea breeze made his cape and scarf flutter around his frozen body. Sonia darted her green eyes between the two. From tearful Souda to shell shocked Gundham. Just waiting for someone to make the first move.

Surprisingly, it was Souda.

“Well? Y-You can’t even answer me can you?! Dammit! I should’ve-” He was a mess. Raking his hands through his choppy hair as if he wanted to tear it all out. Just the sight of the tears streaming down his face renewed Sonia’s efforts to free herself. To either comfort Souda or smack some sense into Gundham, the princess didn’t quite know.

“N-No! No, Souda I feel the same!”

  And just like that, the tears dried and the hope returned to Souda’s eyes. He stared at Gundham. Strands of pink hair blowing all around his face. Gundam and him locked eyes for a moment before the Count pulled his scarf over his blushing red face. Trying to save face.

“What? You...You really…”

“Ahem, perhaps we should talk about this in private...m-my paramor.” With rabbit fast glances to and away from the pirate, Gundham was able to stutter out a rather smooth invitation.

Sonia had to give him props for that.

“Really? R-Right now?”

“Hmph! The Great Gundham Tanaka does not misspeak Tamer of Automatons! Now, come join the future ruler of this word on his hellish crusade as the One Who Shares My Path!” By now Gundham’s old confidence had returned, along with Souda’s blinding smile. As his grand laughter filled the air, Souda prompty lept off the boat and into Gundam’s arms. Just as Nagito finally freed Hajime from the seagull’s wrath and Akane woke up. But Sonia, herself, was still tied to the post and Ibuki was-

“Now I’ve...had the time of life! No, I’ve never felt this way before...Yes, I swear its the truth and I owe it all to you!”

Oh no.

  Why couldn’t Ibuki had just stayed away? Oh God, and now she was butchering that one song from Dirty Dancing! And Sonia loved that movie! But, astonishingly, Souda and Gundham were too wrapped up in one another to be ever the slightest bit affected by the musician's screeching, screamo version of a romantic classic. What with Gundham delicatly setting Souda down on that wild black horse.

Before the two rode off into the sunset.

“ ‘Cuase I’ve had the time of my life! And I owe it all to you!”

Leaving Sonia behind.

Still tied to the ship.

With a singing Ibuki.

…

Well shit.

Zethrid could punch me in the face and I'd say thank you 😊

It’s hard being on the side of the coalition when a hot galra woman is handling the galra canon

Edward looks like a magical prince!

Choose a side

(;;;o___o)/

I want #narti to stomp on me.