in salvanitas,

[nohymn]

let me tell you a story about hope:

it always starts and ends with birds. / an independent rp blog for sunday of honkai: star rail. penned by lucian.

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[nohymn]

a wild sunday appeared! what do you do?

Hold hands Kick Punish Worship

[midnightcrows]

Mr Sunday

[nohymn]

eight in the morning. too many sunday thoughts to bear. i think this is what he would've wanted when the sun is just barely up and the birds are singing

[nohymn]

@starspurn ( argenti ) / one-liners.

"as it would happen, i'm curious myself," the words linger on sunday's tongue far more heartbeats than is necessary - weighing it on the scale, "how would you define fealty, mr. argenti?"

[nohymn]

@charmonys / one-liners.

"good morning," noah greets, but there's no melody to his words. only malaise. "...there's a letter for you."

[horizonmet]

take me to a different place where love is not illusion - based, and fear is just a word they can't define ! where i've heard hope and happiness are found beating in every chest, 'cause all those hearts are more or less inclined !

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a study in ... finding hope in darker spaces, believing in something or fall for anything, love as a form of healing from trauma, knowing that the world is as hurt as you.

[ilstar]

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[nohymn]

sunday in a bloodborne au..............

[lunaetis]

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Standing right beside her in the exact same pose.

─「エデン」─  " see any viable target ? " they're on the same wavelength, she could tell. a person of culture. nods nods.

[helwyrn]

There is a long silence. Contemplative, even. "...Yes." Eden's elbow is grabbed to drag her along, towards a blue speck and halo in the rapidly shortening distance— @nohymn

[nohymn]

...there's been a ringing in his ears that hasn't ceased incessantly for the last five minutes. he can't put his finger on it -- and for that, it ruffles him all the more, a maddening melody he can't fine tune. at the sound of a march of two, he turns to greet it accordingly:

"miss eden," courteous, polite, then -- his brows knit in confusion. it isn't that he's unhappy to see her, but this combination... it spells out nothing good. "and... ite?"

the stupor isn't schooled fast enough. he curses himself inwardly, and pulls himself together.

"was there something you ladies needed?"

[nohymn]

to do list... for me:

finish up all those one-liners

respond to what threads i owe and top off my drafts + finish up a different starter call

answer things in my inbox [bingos, ask memes... i'll queue the nsfw stuff for sunday]

send bingos out!! to those who are still accepting / want one from Da Bird

write up a few headcanons that've been swirling around in my mind [ocpd is a big one, sunday's views on justice and karma and how it connects with penacony, a thorough deep dive into all his symbolism, more about his abilities as a halovian now that we've seen him in combat, etc...]

write up some verses [get back to working on that rewrite verse, make a modern verse bc i've been addling up some followers with some supernatural horror muses and i'm :grab: towards them. + wuwa verse...? genshin...?? pokemon??? t-toxic workplace....]

get back to folks in dms about plotting and chitchat and the like!

try to figure out what days are reca days what day are sunday days so i can balance two of my little freaks

hoping february will lead to more productivity and fun! thanks all for sticking with me once more <3

[kosmogrl]

what do you mean I can't control everything, why not

[kosmogrl]

every time something slips out of my control an angel dies

[nohymn]

i was refreshing on the wonweek and sunday exchanges and this one still tickles me because so much is said.

i already surmised before this that sunday wasn't someone who took well to being "pitied" in his eyes [something to do with his pride, as well as his rhetoric with the weak and the strong and how he factors himself into this; that's something i can write a rambling post about another day], but having it confirmed was delightful. there's something there with his strain for condescension in contrast that i can't place.

and of course there's the elephant in the room of how he responds better to criticism and critique than he would someone genuinely showing him sympathy. punishment and disappointment will make him move, but smothering him won't. if he's met with condemnation, he can ruminate but do something about it, because he's given something to work with, and it goes against his perfectionism, which is a struggle in of itself; but there's not really much he can do with someone feeling sorry for him, and it makes him feel small and weak when there's this constant urge to fix something. it isn't conductive.

[4dearlife-deactivated20250511]

Fine. Wonweek won't laugh either. -^-.

"Funny! I'm being serious here." Confident steps forward, palms up and to the sides. Close enough to peck. "Aren't you supposed to be the prim and proper one? I never said I wanted to be."

[nohymn]

childish, is his first thought. he eyes how flighty wonweek is, from each erratic movement to how indignantly he cracks his tongue. that -^- is met with a e_e, even.

"neither of us asked for this," he takes that invasion of space with proud rigidity, a willingness to remain unflinching, an arm neatly folded behind his back. "and when acting like that couldn't carry you farther, who was it that cleaned up your messes when all odds seemed against you?"

[4dearlife-deactivated20250511]

@nohymn said: EYES WIDE

"Unbecoming!" He closes his own eyes, as if it's contagious.

[nohymn]

"how funny," he isn't laughing. he'll parry that mirth with something equally dry. "to hear that from you of all people. if you seek to blind yourself from hypocrisy again, please. be my guest."

[nohymn]

something in the air... is wrong. not being able to place what is making him all the more antsy.

[nohymn]

late to the party but at the party nevertheless