𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖞 .

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❝ ⅋ the 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 should 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 me for keeping it under wraps

# name : sunday
# alias : "father"
# dob : yr of ??
# origin : penacony
# formerly : oak family head
# current : nameless
# species : halovian
# id : agender , intersex
# orientation : sapphic
# address : she/him/hymn
# typology : entj 3
# starscript : pisces sun

an independent canon-additive interpretation. nurtured by villanelle.

* ⅋ author's note

✞ hi! thanks for stopping by. feel free to reach out to me regarding connections and roleplay. i've adored and written for sunday ever since she was just a little droplet from the ocean of leaks belonging to HSR, and i have to say it's been quite a journey developing her muse since then! this is a work in progress considering i am still catching up with the latest trailblaze mission as of 12/07. things will be updated accordingly once i've completed it! some aspects of my sunday diverge from canon when it comes to my headcanons but this is within moderation and is generally a subtle artistic choice. i interpret sunday to be autistic & also suffer from npd, ocd, osdd, and paranoid personality disorder. these symptoms may or may not be apparent when woven into his interpretation due to his masking qualities. the portrayal of these disorders is taken seriously and come from either thorough research or experience. content warning when it comes to certain instances of writing with him or consuming his content, as his character tackles religious trauma and grooming.

* ⅋ psyche

* ⅋ personality

✞the wings which frame sunday's face leave him akin to that of an angel, someone favored by THEM & granted a compass that can lead any devotee to salvation. there is a crevice of him which believes in this task full-heartedly. outside appraisals deem he's gifted with an intuition that beseeches him to take care of community. alas, he is at odds with his own true nature, in the name of the position he's been endowed with. sunday proves to be an enigma, subtly enveloping qualities of sin that the very divine he preaches for would condemn : arrogance , gluttony , subterfuge ... he is an ugly being, silver-gilded on a platter for onlookers. it's all to maintain the name of his people. for without him, what would they be ? ... where would they be?✞ sunday dejects his authenticity to serve his people whom he has come to care for despite the way he upkeeps a facade that is a stranger to himself. he becomes periodically miserable because he is equally as self-serving as he is selfless at his core ; thus, he can only hold himself to opposing standards for so long ... and yet, this mask will never crack before a single soul, none other than himself & his loathed mirror. there is a part of him which he suppresses. each time he takes a look into the mirror, it is as if another half of him struggles to break free of his self-cultivated ''reflection''. regardless, this struggle is mere white noise and he's found rhythm in the routine of his daily life. when people hear of the name sunday , there are many anecdotes which shape the frame of his name : a dashing figure of humanity's finest principles.✞ he walks like he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders—and perhaps he does. his gaze, sharp and steady, dares anyone to question his resolve, yet there’s a restlessness behind it, a flicker of something unspoken. his movements are precise, calculated, as though every step must prove his worth. to those around him, he is a beacon: poised, disciplined, and unwavering. but watch him closely, and you might notice the moments when his hands linger too long, tracing the same lines on a surface, or the way his breath hitches when he’s alone with his thoughts. it's a matter of stockholm syndrome in his mind which he could hardly consider a palace, given his obsessions. he speaks with the authority of someone who believes in what he’s saying, his voice firm and steady, each word deliberate. yet there’s an edge to it, a subtle strain, as if he’s warding off the doubt clawing at the edges of his convictions. when he looks into the eyes of others, there is warmth, yes — genuine care —but also a quiet plea, as though he’s searching for some confirmation, whether what he’s doing is enough.✞ his world is sharp-edged, carved in black and white. there’s no room for hesitation in his morality, no tolerance for imperfection, least of all within himself. he cleans, polishes, refines, not out of vanity but out of necessity—each act of order a ritual to tame the chaos within. his words cut clean, not out of cruelty but because he believes '' honesty '', no matter how harsh, is the path to salvation. yet in the rare moments of silence, when the weight of his role settles on him, sunday falters. his reflection catches him off guard — a figure too perfect, too polished, staring back as if to question him. his hands clench into fists, and his breath comes faster, but only for a moment. by the time the silence breaks, he has already composed himself, the cracks sealed over.✞ when sunday gives, he gives everything. his kindness feels like an offering placed on an altar, deliberate and grand, as though he must prove the sincerity behind it. but there’s a hesitance, too, a flicker of self-awareness that suggests he wonders if his giving is as much for himself as it is for others. he does not falter easily, nor does he surrender, but when he bends, it is with the force of something long withheld breaking free. to the world, sunday is a figure of unwavering strength. to himself, he is a man endlessly caught between who he wants to be and who he fears he truly is. and yet, even in his quietest doubts, there is no retreat. no retreat. he was not raised in such a way. instead, he shall reform : metamorphosis at its finest, crystallized wings unfurling from his cocoon and taking flight.

* ⅋ archives

* ⅋ headcanons

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* ⅋ verses

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* ⅋ plotline

* ⅋ backstory

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* ⅋ rp sample

✞ the oak family head happens to be a keen man ; witnessing him behave so utterly clueless is a rare occurrence. sunday's gaze is sunlit, rigid with amber hues that seem to only brighten as he fixates on how her fingers play at blushing tresses.argenti's proposal earns an inquisitive look. she wishes for him to assist in unveiling her clad armor ? surely, sunday could have simply complied and indulged in the sacred sight of his long-awaited and beloved muse ; however, something in his heart caves in. his chest feels heavy. something feels terribly off. otherwise, his body has nothing else to show for the sudden and irrational paranoia which has consumed him.he couldn't have fathomed such intimacy in a long while. even in a chapel filled with his brethren of ~~ena~~ ''xipe'' , he felt nothing but isolation." the mere thought of being alone with her, the doors shut and the light dimmed, sent his pulse racing. as he imagined slipping off her armor, piece by piece, a wave of dizziness washed over him. it is all as tempting as it is frightening. as a matter of fact, he cannot derive what is worse : whether he secretly hopes she'll see something genuine within him, or is merely contemplating it, he remains uncertain. " you wish for me ? ... why ? "