From My Mind to Yours

"Hello, Sona here. Is there anything I can help you with?" //RP/ask/ sometimes Art blog for DJ Sona. Multi-ship. NSFW will be tagged and put under read more's.//

[flavorful-torment-blog]

[[ i learned 2 things today

1. i shouldnt be allowed to write pickup lines

2. i shouldnt talk to ask-victorious-morgana about stupid pickup lines

that said, majority of lines by ask-victorious-morgana bless ]]

[positivedoodles]

[sordidscene]

TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

[mute-the-dj]

//I am an awful person who should not be allowed to develop backstories//

[fancied-another-meme]

↖Slow as fuck with replies but does it anyway ... eventually .

[mute-the-dj]

//OC development under the cut cause nudity. But, if anyone would like to help me develop a backstory for her, message me on skype because I would love help

[mute-the-dj]

//finished yes

[mute-the-dj]

//OC development under the cut cause nudity. But, if anyone would like to help me develop a backstory for her, message me on skype because I would love help

[gnegon-g]

from ARAM Adventures

[mute-the-dj]

"You know what really bothers me darling? You have such a pretty face and you hide it behind that stupid mask. Why don't you just remove it and let me touch it."

Sona blinked a few times. She clicked the button on the right headphone, making the visor sink into it’s frame. The Maven didn’t think she was trying to hide.

But, the Spider Queen was intimidating enough to not bother arguing.

[jorogumo-hanayome-deactivated20]

"Much better !" Elise smiled as she carefully cupped Sona her chin looking at her face with a light frown stuck to her face." You should slap on some extra make up doll. Even with that mask on, you never know when someone wants to see what’s beneath. Or when it malfunctions or whatever it does." "For performances who does your cosmetics ?"

[mute-the-dj]

Cosmetics? Sona didn't wear makeup. Well, with the exception of Pentakill concerts of course. And Karthus would help her with that.  Lights are hot, makeup would melt right off. 

[mute-the-dj]

Sona shook her head, holding up a hand. She only drank on very special occasions. She really did not prefer the pounding headache she received the morning after. She smiled as a thanks, for the offer of course.

[mafia-graves-moved]

Malcolm shifted in his chair and gestured to the waitress. "Bring her a glass of water, she’s not goin’ to be sittin’ around here thirsty." The gangster noted before turning his attention back to Sona, a sigh escaped him as he reasted his elbows on the table.

"What’ are you doin’ in this tavern anyway Sona? Bilgewater isn’t exactly the safest place for you to be alone, do you need someone to watch your back around here? For you know, I always here to help should you need it."

[mute-the-dj]

Sona shot Graves a smirk. One that said she could handle herself. She wasn't completely defenseless. Nor was she stupid. The DJ shrugged. She'd played in places like this frequently when Pentakill just started out. It wasn't so odd for her to be here.

[mute-the-dj]

Askbox roulette

Any One Question Answered Honestly

Sona held up her notepad, "Well, go on then."

[ask-red-card-katarina]

Katarina had to choose her question wisely then. She didn’t think the Maven a liar to begin with, but then again, one could just as easily avoid honesty when silent as when communicating in any form, be it those musical chirps or techno dings. She lifted a hand, gloved finger twirling a long strand of red hair, her other on her hip as she looked the other woman over, brow furrowing. "Do you…" she started, the assassin chewing her lip briefly, before shaking her head. She was trained to speak multiple languages, how could she be so insensitive. Straightening up, the woman signed instead 'Would you be willing to play for me some time? I find your music can be very calming.'

[mute-the-dj]

The corners of Sona's mouth practically reached her eyes when she watched Katarina sign to her so well. Out of all the champions, she least expected the Noxian to be so fluent in it. The adopted-demacian started moving her hands.

"I would be more than willing to do that for you."

[mute-the-dj]

"A penny for your thoughts but a dollar for your insights."

Sona thrusted her notepad into Graves’ hands. "I would rather not be writing for hours."

[mute-the-dj]

Again with the compliments. And that touch on her chin. Geez, was he trying to make her melt into a pile of blushing mush? Sona smiled a bit awkwardly, face becoming red yet again, similar tones creeping further up her pigtails. Oh, this was awful. 

Scribbling again, Sona tried to focus on cooling off. Her tongue poked out ever so slightly as she wrote down her thoughts.

"It is hard not to smile when you’re doing something you love. But, if it’s going to take away from my work, then maybe I should learn to refrain?"

[diggingyourgraves]

"I think yer fine. Distractin’ fer the other guys, least. See some charmin’ pretty thang wit’ her adorable smile." He rolls his shoulders, watching the flickering strobes of her artificial hair seep into different hues at his behest. It was almost entertaining to watch the obvious mood show through such a visible mean, and perhaps more so for the causation of such a change. Not that Graves’s word weren’t without backing or merit, but certainly he was putting more into them. "I don’t think they could run the other way ‘til it’s too late and they realize th’ scruffy man with the big gun." He holds up a fictional shotgun, miming the action of aiming, and then mouthing out ‘bang’, he reels his hands back as if he fired upon someone with a real thing. "Then we get all the relaxin’ time t’ listen to you work your magic. The music kind, anyways, not the ‘bein’ pretty’ one. Or the actual actual magic."

[mute-the-dj]

Sona's shoulders moved in a silent giggle. Well if it helped her team win, then she's doing her job. She wrote down more, handwriting a bit looser this time. "Whatever it takes to win, I suppose. I'm glad you enjoy my music. I'm really hoping these new pieces will aid us along the way. A bit more motivating."

[mute-the-dj]

"You know what really bothers me darling? You have such a pretty face and you hide it behind that stupid mask. Why don't you just remove it and let me touch it."

Sona blinked a few times. She clicked the button on the right headphone, making the visor sink into it's frame. The Maven didn't think she was trying to hide.

But, the Spider Queen was intimidating enough to not bother arguing.

[mute-the-dj]

//not feeling too well today, Idk how much I'll be on, if at all.

[mute-the-dj]

//I am alive

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By : Vintage Lulu (Do not remove credits)

[ask-quinn-valor]

Squawk.

[the-spider-plant]

Chitters.

[maraitidalwave]

Glub.

[asknasus-thecuratorofthesands-d]

"Woof."

[kalista-the-spear-of-vegean-blog]

"Vegeance"

[iceborn-serylda-deactivated2015]

Loud screaming.

[dancing-with-blades]

Baguette crunching noises

[lenthdegre-deactivated20160904]

*Kicks random shit*

[seadrick]

"Murder."

[mute-the-dj]

AGGRESSIVE ETWHAL PLAYING

[scxttered-musings]

Baby

          I know

places we won’t be found           They’ll be chasing their tails tryin’ to track us down           ‘Cause I, I know places we can [hide], I know places