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" THAT miss herta is certainly an . . . interesting character. "

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" IS it truly breaking and entering if the door was unlocked? "

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i've had horrendous fatigue hit me the past bit so i haven't gotten much writing done but i am working on it !! but gosh i had to share what i got in the mail today

i'm eternally grateful to the absolute sweetheart who told me where to get the sunday nui he's so cute

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i sorta passed out from pain so didn't get to writing but now have 3:30am thoughts on sunday in regard to wonweek. obv alluding toward 2.7 spoilers yadda yadda.

wonweek is such an interesting phenomena but also a great look into sunday's character. wonweek is a part of sunday but also a look at sunday's inner child he'd tossed aside for his duty. it's a part of him that he despises, but still a part he accepts in the end of the fight in 2.7.

now the main thought is while probably not wholly how sunday would have been but it's a good look of a potential of what sunday could have shaped up to be if circumstances were different. if that side of him hadn't been tossed aside to put on a more 'mature' and 'adult' stance to take on his position in training to become bronze melodia and eventual family head. this kind of look is also reflected in things like the old journal in dewlight pavilion which is shown to have been sunday's old journal. he was quite a silly kid who even tested out whether or not halovians could fly with their lil ear feathers or how he would find a way to sneak robin ice cream. like he was just an innocent kid as any other albeit one who had also experienced sorrow of the loss of a mother and home world, but still a kid nonetheless.

he kind of still has levels of this side reflected in the questline albeit to a slightly lesser degree from sunday himself with how he banters with wonweek. there is a little bit more of a noticeable level of sass albeit it is toward himself which also reflects his own internalized self-hatred which is another can of worms to get into, but it is a more loose and not as polite or putting on airs sunday. he is someone who had fallen from grace, was imprisoned, and is walking as a wanted fugitive while masking his appearance with the use of the harmony. he no longer has a status to uphold nor a responsibility put upon him since youth. he is himself and he is also in search of himself if that makes sense. he is on his path to both learn to repent for the sins he had committed and the harm he had placed while also finding himself in the process and finding his own path.

from the lil bits of 3.0 he kind of seems to have... regressed a little. at least it reflects a kind of regression becoming more childlike but also is someone who is learning new ground and new footing with a new figure to look up to. he wants to do right while also learning what his path shall be. it'll be interesting to see how he develops and how wonweek has integrated and blended with his person as we progress further. i await to see just how he is outside of the confines of his previous life.

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" WAS that a bird just now? "

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i'll zoom to do starters just had some stuff to do but aaa my sunday slowly is getting more and more crit. i love him sm he makes any character i buff with him so stronk. my sunday & aven solo 2.2 boss fight runs are down to 8 minutes so nice.

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STARTER CALL : mutuals give a ♥ for a lil robin starter

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STARTER CALL : mutuals give a ♥ for a lil sunday starter

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munday stuff isn't a pic of me but of what just came in the mail

i ordered this when the artist put pre-order up back in like november or whatnot. i'm-- they're so gorgeous and the lil bonus with everything is ten times better. i had a shit weekend so getting this today actually made me so unbearably happy. my boys will now find themselves in the serotonin corner of my desk. also if curious this was ordered from darkavey who has gorgeous af art it's the whole reason i ordered both of my boys

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sunday & welt thoughts

preface my talk does include mentions of stuff from 2.7 and 3.0 though only in regard to stuff with them. but if you wish to avoid potential rambled spoilers pls feel free to go elsewhere.

welt becoming someone sunday looks toward for guidance and becoming like a new father figure for him is something i obsess over. prior the father figure he had was mr. gopher wood who was someone that was not a super great guy. it's quite clear he took advantage of how easily persuaded younger sunday was and how it was easy to manipulate him and teach him in a way he wanted him to be in the future is just so ah ick i hate gopher wood.

having someone who instead of pushing him into a very specific box and making sure he aligns with the exact way he wants things to be welt is someone who has encouraged sunday quite a bit. the 'you are one of my trailblazing goals' was such a strong set of words. welt gave sunday a chance and heard him out and brought him to the express. him vouching for him and understanding him bc of his past and having to leave his home quickly just there's so so so much.

welt uplifts and gives his faith to sunday. he allows sunday a chance to make his path and realise his person rather than being the person he'd been molded to be since youth. allowing him to be one to look at march when she wasn't feeling well using the harmony to slowly have the rest of the express see his willingness to help and try.

it'll take some time for sunday to adjust from everything he's known prior to venturing forth from his home world to the unknown, but there's so much to learn and see and having someone who understands him to a degree like welt does will be certain to be good for him.

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𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 ⸻;

cagedharmony : independent & semi-private dual-muse rp blog for sunday & robin from honkai star rail ; oc, crossover, & duplicate friendly (penned by ami)

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DANGER. all signs pointed to danger. sunday didn't have to think hard to realise he'd found himself in circumstances that put his own safety at risk. certainly he had built up internal walls to protect things such as his heart, but internal walls only protected him from the heartache he'd long learned to hush to a quiet whisper. he may have prowess in using the harmony, but THEIR power did little to physical harm. he was much like that charmony dove he and his sister had tried to nurse back to health only to be doomed from the very start. now he was the dove with a broken wing and no means to fly to safety.

" it is a pleasure. " sunday did his best to keep his voice calm and polite as addressing this astraeus. he'd met many whose presence unsettled him during his time as the bronze melodia but this astraeus set off alarm bells like no other did. in order to ground himself sunday stood with his left hand behind his back while his right rested in front of him. he did his best to conceal how he tried to calculate the best means of escape. if he wanted to ensure his own safety and the chance to see his sister's smiling face once more even if he was unworthy of such a gift sunday would act cautiously. ms. gopher wood's teachings seemed to grant him some modicum of grace in this effort. " my . . . home world was initially destroyed. i once called the planet of festivities my home until recently. now . . . i have no home. "

                  Astraeus'  gaze  warmed   &&   danced  with  vague  amusement.   “  oh,  do  not  misunderstand  little  bird,  you  have  not  intruded  in  the  slightest.  my  chapel  is  always  open  to  those  who  seek  the  Nightless,  i  simply  was…  unprepared  for  a  visitor.  i  must  apologize  for  my  rudeness  on  that  behalf.  ”   while  the  person  in  front  of  him  holds  something  of  a  vague  resemblance  to  his  kin,  it's  easy  for  Astraeus  to  decipher  that  this  Sunday  was  not  of  Lazarian  descent.  wings  alone  were  not  enough  to  give  leniency  to  such  delusions,  but  it  did  initially  surprise  him  to  meet  someone  who  shared  this  sort  of  similarity  with  him  and  his  twin  sister,  Faustus.  what  gave  it  away  was  the  fact  that  Sunday  had  gold  eyes,  while  most  seraphim  of  the  same  rank  as  Astraeus  and  Faustus  often  had  red  eyes.  you  couldn't  see  Astraeus'  right  now,  but  they  were  concealed  beneath  the  tiny  wings  covering  them.

               “  a  pleasure  to  meet  you  Sunday.  my  name  is  Astraeus  Caedieux,  and  i'm  the  father  of  this  chapel.  ”   kind  as  his  gaze  is   –   soft  as  the  smile  he  wears  stays   –   there's  something  uncannily  uncomfortable  about  Astraeus.  like  a  shadow  creeping  at  the  edges  of  one's  vision,  always  lurking  just  out  of  sight.  he  leans  precariously  against  the  cane  in  his  hand  and  tilts  his  head,  continuing  to  watch  him  with  a  mixture  of  curiosity  and…  elation?   “  from  where  do  you  come?  ”   he  can't  resist  asking;  it's  a  normal  question  to  fall  back  on.   “  i  had  no  idea  this  universe  had  people  as  pretty  as  you.  ”

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🐝  *  ―  𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  act natural.  ❜ ❛  be careful.  ❜ ❛  but why?  ❜ ❛  calm down.  ❜ ❛  come here.  ❜ ❛  do you?  ❜ ❛  don't ask.  ❜ ❛  don't cry.  ❜ ❛  don't go.  ❜ ❛  don't move.  ❜ ❛  for what?  ❜ ❛  good idea.  ❜ ❛  guess what?  ❜ ❛  hurry up.  ❜ ❛  i forgot.  ❜ ❛  it's nothing.  ❜ ❛  join me.  ❜ ❛  keep quiet.  ❜ ❛  leave it.  ❜ ❛  let's go.  ❜ ❛  not bad.  ❜ ❛  not now.  ❜ ❛  now what?  ❜ ❛  shut up.  ❜ ❛  take care.  ❜ ❛  take this.  ❜ ❛  that's impossible.  ❜ ❛  then when?  ❜ ❛  think quickly.  ❜ ❛  time's up.  ❜ ❛  try me.  ❜ ❛  wake up.  ❜ ❛  watch out!  ❜ ❛  well done.  ❜ ❛  what happened?  ❜ ❛  what now?  ❜ ❛  who knows?  ❜ ❛  why me?  ❜ ❛  your turn.  ❜ ❛  you're wrong.  ❜

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CAN'T mourn forever. such a statement was one sunday understood well. the first person he ever mourned was his mother and their original home planet. he was so young as was robin, but most of his mourning was done in private as he focused on caring for robin and ensuring she was dealing with the loss better than he did. he'd hum to her a lullaby to help her sleep and would be her shoulder to lean on. back then he was more susceptible to crying and he would cry not just for himself but for his sister as well.

there were times his mother's memory came to him in his dreams and the grief he hadn't fully processed as a child would return as he'd awake with a pillow soaked from his tears he'd shed while getting to see her once again. back then he was crying just as he would each night she'd return to him. he and robin were in the comfort of her embrace as she sung for them to help calm them. robin held his hand and he held hers and when the melody ended so did his dream.

he wasn't certain the severity of the pain this young woman had dealt with in her life, but sunday could understand it was something that would make even one with a heart made of stone shatter. sunday found her admirable. here he was with his sorrows buried deep within himself putting on a brave face but knowing if the right spot was pierced he'd crumble and be reduced to nothing but a broken mess. while he could pretend to be someone whose heart was strong it was long broken and barely held together. someone, a younger sister no less, who could shoulder the weight of her elder brother's loss he could only dream to be able to move forward like that. if he'd lost robin sunday wouldn't know what he would do. the pain was too unbearable to think of. thus he admired edna.

" i . . . suppose you could say that. " the comment of robin having her hands full dealing with him brought an awkward yet genuine chuckle from sunday. while he was the one who micromanaged even the most minute of details robin certainly seemed to be the one who had everything together out of the twins. while on the outside looking in one might think it were the other way around, but edna hit the nail right on the head. perhaps it was because she was also a younger sister.

" winsa?! " that nickname took sunday by surprise. he wasn't one for nicknames yet certain people seemed to assign him them out of nowhere: birdie, feather-head, chicken wing boy, sunny. winsa seemed to be the newest one to add to the list. her reasoning behind it was there, but it was such an odd nickname he knew if certain people were to hear it they'd burst out laughing. " i-- i don't think i'm that much of a sap . . . "

sunday knew he could be a sentimental person, but he'd never considered himself nearly that much of a sappy person. no doubt if robin were here she'd most likely give a delicate yet full laugh like she always did and say how it was something perfect. did younger sisters have some sort of unspoken ability that kept them all on the same wavelength? it seemed so.

" do you always give such unique nicknames to people you interact with? "

it's not often edna reveals much about herself——especially to someone whom she's met only once, and is still meeting them only once——but whenever it came to other people, she's always been attentive to a degree. she doesn't talk much in general, but that was mainly out of a) disinterest, because only zaveid ever dropped by back then, and b) it's not like humans can hear her anyway when they leave behind offerings. it was mundane and boring, but it was better than associating herself with those who bred malevolence into their hearts over stupid, greedy things. this man, though: there is a calm, peaceful solemnity about him. she'd planned to avoid him at first, because he must've been like the rest, but she ended up reclining upon finding out he has a sister. edna values family, and she knows she gets softer around those with siblings of their own; her whole life is steadied by a single familial bond that matters like the world to her, after all. from one sibling to another, she could spare some of her attention. 

he doesn't seem to belittle her in any way and has been nothing but polite, if not awkward. onii-chan was, mainly, a dork in edna's nostalgic eyes: he gushed over her like she was worth more than his own valued trinkets; he made little sacrifices for her so that she can have anything she asked of him, even at his own expense; he liked rambling about old things from history that she hardly cared about. this man and onii-chan couldn't be more different——and yet, still, here they are. she hardly knows a thing about him, but there is already this shared understanding——an agreement——that siblings are each other's anchors, and that it'll be because of this connection that will keep the other close no matter what. he keeps his sister in his heart while edna keeps onii-chan in her memories. 

normally, she'd tell them off if someone gives her pity for her situation. she does not want sympathy; she does not need sympathy. that only leads to vulnerability, and it makes you easier to crumble. edna hates those moments so much, all the times she's broke because it was hard to keep it together. she isn't interested in letting the world know her pain, because this pain is only hers——but when it came from someone who has a sibling of his own, edna felt more understood than mad this time. she didn't even actually say onii-chan is gone that way, but he understood it all the same.

❛  it's fine, he's been dead for a while now,  ❜ she gruffly replies, though she's not quite sure herself because being a seraph means having a different sense of time. it will always hurt, but there's no point in constantly skirting around the topic, especially since she'll live for a very, very long time. someday, she'll lose rose and alisha too——because those two are humans, and she'll have to learn how to live with that too. maybe that's the real reason why sorey and mikleo's dream is facing a tough progression: seraphim and humans coexisting would result in more despair for the seraph from knowing that their human companions will someday perish, either by incident or by a natural death. looking at it this way, not even seraphim are safe from loss. the world is sad. ❛  besides, i know i can't mourn forever.  ❜

it's not like mourning can bring him back anyway.

❛  ... you're welcome,  ❜ she eventually says, slowly. the moment is starting to grow too sentimental for her liking, but being someone who absolutely understands distance between a sibling, edna has no real motivation to tell him off for being sappy. her only consolation is that no one else saw, but she grimaces, starting to feel awkward. ❛  all right, i get it. you're thankful. with how sappy you are, i can tell your sister would have her hands full dealing with you if she were here.  ❜ the jab is more out of embarrassment than genuine hostility, but she means it! imagine dealing with so much sappiness all the time! her heart goes out to his sister. little sisters have it so rough.

she has never once doubted that onii-chan didn't love her. he left because he loved her. never was there a moment she didn't believed in that; their memories together mean too much to her to be nothing. she loves him too: how edna reciprocates is by accepting his letters, keeping his gifts, and waiting for him. there was no need to reiterate that, especially by a stranger with wings who cries and is a huge sap! the audacity! he's even sappier than meebo! MEEBO!

this is why she embarrassedly retorts, ❛  with how much you're preaching, it's impossible for your sister to not think of you anyway! you shouldn't even be lamenting about it.  ❜ it's totally not to cheer him up, so she hopes he doesn't get the wrong idea! it's just too much trouble if he continues crying like that! she's just restoring balance and order! ❛  with how sappy you are, you should be called winsa. winged sap.  ❜

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" HOW odd . . . i could have sworn mr. yang said it should be around here. did i follow the instructions incorrectly? "

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sunday & robin thoughts aka yap session below

it always gets to me how much robin knows about her brother that he seems to think she isn't privy to bc she doesn't divulge that she knows to allow him some modicum of privacy/space to allow him to tell her when he feels comfortable to. things like in the 2.7 talk robin knew that 'ms. wonweek' was not an intellitron from the nightingale family, but her brother in disguise via usage of the harmony. yet throughout the conversation she doesn't say a word directly calling him out. she does speak of him and says things to him in a way of saying how she thinks and feels. and when he couldn't say goodbye himself, she notes she's possibly stronger than he thinks which is quite true.

throughout the story sunday has shown a desire to shelter and protect her from harm even from a young age having sung her a lullaby in youth to help her fall asleep. in her first about sunday she also notes how he thinks he should shoulder more responsibilities. he's one who listens to her but doesn't divulge his own problems to her. he keeps it all inside hidden even if she can tell he's hurting. it's clear she wants to help him, but he's put the duty of protector onto himself which even turns to a fault of sorts in the course the revelation of his grand scheme in 2.2's finale. robin would be one of the people he'd keep in the sweet dream even if she doesn't want to and he's the one who will remain awake while everyone else slumbers in a self-sacrificial manner as it's like he believes he's truly unworthy of the paradise he and his sister dreamed of since youth.

in part robin allowed sunday to take a protector role saying how she never contemplated stepping out of his shadow and is well aware no matter where their paths in life take them she'll forever be his little sister. while she is her own person and sunday his own robin is aware she will forever be his sister. she may fly to the stars and soar the heavens but she'll return to her perch.

with sunday now the one having embarked on his own journey and robin finding her footing where she stands it'll be a true question on what will be learned. sunday when asked about her shows he's come to terms that robin can very well take care of herself. it's something he's aware now that he should have accepted and acknowledged long prior and now he's prepared to face hardships first, independent of her still holding the protective mindset while also finally making his own way and allowing robin the grace to go things with her own strength and capabilities.

and yeah that's all i have to say i just wanted to yap about them. they mean so much to me.

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BUILD new habits? sunday had been trying to do just that, but it still became a difficult task altogether. so much of what he did and how he went about things were such a normal part of his routine for most of his life he'd catch himself trying to go back to old things from time to time. a new environment was definitely a good start and the new people he surrounded himself with was another bonus. the express had done so much for him even if they were skeptical about his joining at first, but mr. yang had been a great pillar to look toward and lean on when things got difficult to manage.

" plants? " that was certainly something to take him out of his headspace as a brow raised. the halovian had to stop and think about all the life that inhabited penacony. there was so much about penacony yet he hadn't had the opportunity to truly take in and enjoy the parts of his home world that he'd once been frolicking about with robin in their youths.

such a train of thought soon landed his memories to the charmony dove they'd found and tried to care for. it was so long ago but the memory could freshly replay in his mind as if it had happened yesterday. peculiar how the mind went about remembering things.

" i . . . suppose there are . . . trees and other plant life, but i hadn't been able to take in their beauty much during my time as the oak family head. i had other . . . responsibilities to uphold. " he had been so absorbed in his work back then he seemingly lost a bit of himself only to be reminded thanks to that silly challenge. seeing what he thought he'd lost in personification unsettled him.

" are you interested in plant life? that may have been the first time i'd been asked about such a topic in regard to penacony. normally people ask about the sweet dream. "

"So they are." Ramuda agrees with a slight nod. That's the annoying thing about habits. Once they've become habits, it's routine to do them, even when it's no longer needed. But... "But if it's difficult to get rid of them, a friend once told me that the secret is to build new habits."

For Ramuda, whose centuries of loneliness have rendered his emotions and expressions null, he had been dragged away from home and experienced a wide variety of new things to learn to enjoy. He's nowhere near experienced enough to be confident in his own advice, but... "If you find yourself bottling up your emotions again, how about you write about it? Or..."

Homesickness... he's no stranger to it either. But... Ramuda should at least try to help, right? He can practically hear his friend nagging at him to.

"... Are there any plants native to Penacony?" Fantastic topic change, there.