He is nothing in his soul, if not obsessive. (just like me, fr). ✧･ﾟ: songs + timestamps :･ﾟ✧ ( a lot voicelines are in the middle of songs so they are not listed here. ) ─ *[ You've arrived at the perfect moment. ]* 0:00 ♬Vanessa's Trick (slowed, reverb, muffled) -Alan Menken 0:48 ♬Salvatore -Joel Sunny 1:28 ♬Salvatore -Lana Del Rey ─ *[ Only we, or rather I, possess the power to put an end to this farce. ]* 3:34 ♬Midnight Masquerade -Nick Murray ─ *[ Have you devoted your life to your God? ]* 4:41 ♬Dining with Lectre -Peter Gundry ─ *[ A story about a baby bird. ]* 6:42 ♬Silent Night (dark piano ver.) -Myuu 7:29 ♬Arise (slowed) -CLANN ─ *[ Who is responsible for the suffering and anguish in this wretched world? ]* 12:44 ♬Young and Beautiful (slowed) -Lana Del Rey ─ *[ Now, what choice would you make? ]* 16:42 ♬As Shadows Fall -Peter Gundry ─ *[ Joy, sorrow, arrogance, regret...the complex tapestry of human nature. ]* 18:47 ♬The Return -CLANN ─ *[ Sunday on the topic of "self-value". ]* 20:01 ♬Wayward Sisters -Abel Korzeniowski ─ *[ The paradise in our dreams...it doesn't have to end. ]* 22:57 ♬Experience -Ludovico Einaudi ─ *[ Sunday on the topic of True Bliss. ]* 26:46 ♬Carol Of the Bells (slowed) -Lindsey Stirling ─ *[ Do you hate and wish to destroy this world with your own hands?]* 29:29 ♬Archangelus (slowed) -Isabella LeVan 32:37 ♬Sociopath -Lucas King
Also Sunday my love I would die for you I totally agree that weeks should just be filled with seven rest days, that I can get behind🫶 if you aren’t playable I will cry tho I have so much money saved for you my dearest🫶🫶🫶
Hello! Amazing playlist! I forgot I started writing a POV as I had a lot of things going on in my personal life. Today I remebered I started writing it so I finished it. Hope you enjoy! GN reader Song lyrics: Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens I sighed as I entered the Grand Theatre. Not too long ago the Astral Express took down Sunday here. The place was still silent and dead. I took a deep breath and started walking towards the centre stage. I stopped and looked around. This is where it happened. It was a bitter-sweet ending for all of us. We loved him. We trusted him. How could he betray us like this? How could he turn us into mindless puppets? Were we his playthings all this time? “(Y/N), how lovely to see you,” I heard his voice. Just then, a familiar song filled the theatre. _🎵The evil it spread like a fever ahead_ _🎵It was night when you died, my firefly_ _🎵What could I have said to raise you from the dead?_ _🎵Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July?_ I turned around. “Sunday…,” I glared at him. “You don’t seem happy to see me,” he smiled and walked over to me. I took a step back. “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be in prison for what you have done?” I huffed. “I will… eventually,” he walked closer again. “What does that mean?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I wanted to see you one last time,” he took my hand. “Me?” I was caught off guard. “Yes, my little dove… I would like one last dance with you,” he smiled. He seemed genuine. “Is that your last wish?” I asked. “I would love that,” he said softly, leaning closer towards me. _🎵Well you do enough talk_ _🎵My little hawk, why do you cry?_ _🎵Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?_ _🎵Or the Fourth of July?_ _🎵We’re all gonna die_ He lifted my hand he was holding and placed his other hand above my hip. I placed my free hand on his shoulder. We started gliding across the centre stage to the sound of the choir. “You dance well, my little dove,” he said. I looked away. “Why me of all people?” I asked the question that dwelled on my mind. “You’ve always stood by my side in my sister’s absence,” he explained. “You were always able to keep me grounded,” he added. “Well I obviously failed,” I sighed. Silence hung over us. I felt at peace. I was so angry at him. I wanted an explanation. I wanted closure. This moment felt perfect. I felt appreciated. For once I felt like all my hard work mattered to him. _🎵Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head_ _🎵Was it all a disguise, like Junior High_ _🎵Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction_ _🎵Now, where am I? My fading supply_ I put my head on his shoulder. “This means a lot more to me that you realise,” I said. “Does it?” he chucked. “You didn't seem keen on sharing this dance with me,” he let go of my hip and spun me before pulling me back in. “It’s not just about that,” I said. “A dance is a conversation,” I explained. “Every move and every step you make tells me what I need to hear… gives me the closure I deserve,” I added. “You deserve?” he asked. Before I could answer he dipped me. I flinched. I glared at him. “After everything you put us and me through,” I huffed. He smiled gently and his face moved closer to mine. “Was it really so bad, my little dove?” he whispered. I could feel my cheeks start to burn up. _🎵Did you get enough love, my little dove_ _🎵Why do you cry?_ _🎵And I’m sorry I left, but it was for the best_ _🎵Though it never felt right_ _🎵My little Versailles_ I turned away as Sunday brought me back up but his face remained unbearably close. “I will miss you,” he said, his voice sounding a little sad. I wanted to tell him so badly that I won’t miss him but I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud. Something in me didn’t want to hurt him more. I turned back to look into his golden eyes. He was looking straight at me. An absent minded smile spread across his face. “I don’t want this moment to ever end,” he continued speaking while I remained silent. “I cannot bear the thought of not seeing you every day,” he added. “Then maybe you should have not imprisoned everyone in your twisted dream,” I huffed. He looked away. “I just wanted everyone to be happy,” he sighed. “But that wasn’t real happiness… you cannot force it… happiness is something every person has to find for themselves,” I shook my head. _🎵The hospital asked should the body be cast_ _🎵Before I say goodbye, my star in the sky_ _🎵Such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth_ _🎵Do you find it all right, my dragonfly?_ There was a brief moment of silence. “Were you happy by my side?” he asked. “I am not sure,” I said, looking down. “I don’t know how much of it was real and what was your manipulation,” I answered truthfully, looking back up at him. I saw a single tear running down his face. His grip around my waist got tighter. “Will you be able to find happiness without me?” he asked his second question. I smiled sadly. “It will be a difficult path to find myself again after living a lie for so long… but I know I will get there one day,” I answered hopefully. Sunday smiled as well. “I know I have no right to ask this of you but…,” he stopped himself for a moment. “Ask away,” I encouraged him. “Will I ever see you again?” he asked, pleading with his eyes. This was a question I did not know the answer to. My silence brought the man before me to tears. He has lost everything and me and his sister were the last things he was holding onto. _🎵Shall we look at the moon, my little loon_ _🎵Why do you cry?_ _🎵Make the most of your life, while it is rife_ _🎵While it is light_ I lifted my hand from his shoulder and placed it on the back of his head. I pulled him closer and placed his head on my shoulder as he sobbed quietly. I’ve never seen him like this. “There is a journey before me that I must take on my own,” I said. “Once it’s over I will come back and help you to find your own path that does not involve hurting people,” I said. “You have lost so much, but Miss Robin and I will be here to help you pick yourself back up,” I reassured him. “Why? Why help me? You said it yourself… I destroyed your individuality,” he blurted out. “You are also a victim of the Dreammaster… you were but a child when he instilled the ideas of the Order in you,” I continued. “This dance told me everything I wanted to know,” I smiled. “It told me you did not do this out of malice… you were just misguided,” I explained. He lifted his head to look at me. _🎵Well you do enough talk_ _🎵My little hawk, why do you cry?_ _🎵Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?_ _🎵Or the Fourth of July?_ _🎵We’re all gonna die_ _🎵We're all gonna die_ _🎵We're all gonna die_ _🎵We're all gonna die_ As the song ended our dance came to an end with it. “Did you get the closure you were hoping for, my little dove?” Sunday asked, forcing a smile. I nodded. He reluctantly let go of me. “Goodbye… (Y/N),” he said and turned around getting ready to leave. “I will do my best to not let the bad outweigh the good,” I called after him. He stopped. “Even if it wasn’t real…to me it was and I was happy standing by your side,” I smiled. He turned back around. “I will miss you,” I said. He seemed taken aback by my words. I started running towards him. I embraced him as tight as I could. “I will keep standing by you… never forget it,” I cupped his cheeks in my palms and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Take care of yourself, my fallen angel,” I smiled.
His eyes... they give me a sorrowful yet somehow also ethereal vibe. The artist did a good job capturing the emotions, I could just stare at them all day...
Naw, I love how ethereal this was and immediatly felt inspired to write something a bit melancholy (I am so sorry for any mistakes; english isn't my first language and i suck at grammar and this is essentially my first pov c:) pov: you are a creative mind sheltered on penacony somehow disturbed by the disharmony You were truly lucky. Since as long as you can remember you were one with Penacony’s sweet dream, never a care on your mind. You loved every day and treasured the grand beauty of this wonderful dream. But recently, an unsettling feeling had crept into your thoughts, slowly dimming the brightness of your smile. It was an unease you couldn't quite place, yet it gnawed at you, casting a shadow over your perfect world. You spent the last week sulking alone in your hotel room, ignoring all your obligations, just drowning in self pity. Instead of being able to spend your day like the last, a knock and a letter disturbed you. Written in artistic cursive was an invitation: a Dinner for all the creative minds of Penacony in preparation for the Charmony festival. You did not feel like going, your creativity suffocated by this indescribable feeling. But there was no way you could refuse an invitation from Sunday himself. -~* The Dinner was magnificent so far, even if it took a toll on you to be your old cheerful self. Telling yourself, this was all just a phase and will surely end soon, was all you could do. So you laughed and tried your best to spin stories with the other guests and delight at everything presented. Soon the guests started to begin planning for the Charmony festival, where everything was to be perfectly harmonious. Those expectations obviously put a strain on everyone included, as nothing truly befitted this perfectness you all strived towards. After a while you managed to excuse yourself and slip away to get a moment to yourself. Exhausted you stumbled into the now empty ballroom of the mansion. It was good to get a moment of silence to yourself and divert your attention away from everything. The last time you were in this room seemed ages ago. You remembered dancing here, the joy of twirling across the parquet floor. Now, it seemed almost seemed as if those memories began to take nebulous shapes, floating over the floor in an ethereal dance. You could almost hear their laughter, a lone tune hanging in the air like dust. “Is there anything I can help you with?”, unnoticed by you Sunday seemed to have creeped up on you. He looked as flawless as ever with beautiful small wings adorning the sides of his head. “Oh I’m fine, I just need a moment to myself”, and you couldn’t help but feel far from fine. You still remember all the times you talked with him, the way he mused about the Harmony. Something stuck with you, about how he talked about the cruelty of the world. Of generations learning to take flight and failing. Of how it was all our responsibility to keep watch over the ones still failing to take off and nudge them toward success. His gaze sure showed that he did not believe you. Genuine sorrow laid in his golden eyes and something nudged you to confide in him. You murmured reluctantly, lying wasn’t right. At least not to him. “That is not the truth. It’s just I do not know any more”, your voice cracked. Your throat felt dry and a wave of melancholy washed over you, “You speak of the Harmony and of generations of fledglings slowly learning to take flight and I wonder if it is the same for everything” Wet streaks ran down your cheeks, “What if we learned all those precious feelings as taking flight and don’t actually exist?” Your words were a mere breath in the air between you “What even is real anymore?” Gentle hands wiped away the tears on your cheeks, hoping to make you feel a tiny bit less lost. “Paradise can feel like a cage. But it’s a paradise we’ve built together. It’s okay to feel lost sometimes. Let go of the doubt and embrace the joy and bliss of our dream.” His arms wrap around your lone figure, in hope of giving you warmth and comfort. Slowly he sways back and fourth, steadily rocking to the gentle Music filling the empty ballroom. You felt like crying out your heart and soul to him, confessing everything you ever felt. The way he embraced you and guided you through this lonely dance of the two of you made your heart flutter.
Amazing as always! Here's a pov for you lovely people~ Mmm I can smell the angst uvu pov: you are 'she who wears a thousand faces' The halls of the Grand Penacony Theater looked so ethereal in her sprawling emptiness. Each longing chord of the piano and crying note of the central pipe organ could be heard as a faint echo gracing the enamelled ballroom floors. You walk pensively through the cascading velvet curtains, now faced with a spotlight highlighting his lone, dashing figure standing expectantly at the room's centre. Waiting for you, and you alone to appear at the witching hour. *The Temptress.* His golden eyes meet yours in an entrancing embrace that spans unspoken words, "My dear Lilith. You look absolutely stunning." Says the once heavenly being clad in navy silk and silver thorns wrapping around his satin tie. He places a gloved hand on yours, and kneels to place a kiss on your serpentine ring. “Oh, you~ ” You curtsy before the fallen Archangel and raise the outer hem of your bright, blood-red ruby dress covered in butterflies with misshapen wings. For this occasion, at least, you forego the perpetual grin adorned on your prized kitsune theatre mask. The 'Morning Star' said you wouldn't need to pretend any more to win his brother's bleeding heart. You may simply reveal your true, twisted, lecherous self in all its depravity. For he has already drunk deep of the First Unforgivable Sin, as have you, when The Serpent offered you such Fruit. "Shall we, Raphael?" “Of course.” Sunday narrows his eyes into a most alluring glare, and places his hand on your waist… and you two begin to waltz in tune with the old opera music emanating from the Oak Family’s last heirloom - an antique phonograph blessed by Ena, the Order. Or so, the 'Morning Star' led Sunday to believe. “I take it Mr. Iscariot was unable to join us? _A pity.”_ “Yeah… Gallagher said something about ‘his time drawing near’ or whatever.” You move closer to Sunday, smelling the unique blend of fresh rainfall and vanilla in his cologne. “That doesn’t mean _we_ can’t have a little fun, right?” You slip in a sly wink and move your hand further up his chest to feel the smooth, almost statuesque perfection of his face, his jawline. The fallen Archangel smirks with an underlying hunger, "Why, _certainly_ not." He spins you, gently, intimately, laying a firm hand upon your arm to prevent you from slipping out of his grasp... and drawing you back into him, close enough that your left ear rests just under his chin. "In the new world, I... *We* will build... free will shall be no more. The root of all sin will be excised, and Order will be the only desire in the hearts of men. Once that is done... I will personally kill Lucifer for all the injustice he has wrought." "And as for your... eldest brother?" You muse sweetly, resting your head on Sunday's broad shoulders. "Monday, Tuesday... And your Creator?" _"Hmph,"_ the fallen Archangel scoffs with contempt, "Michael and the others will turn around, eventually. It's only a matter of time. So long as God permits evil and us to run free, why should *we* act like He has already won?" "Couldn't have phrased it better myself."
IT. IS. AMAZİNG!!! The way you used words, let them sink the story to hearts and the way you used many wording for hints are amazing!! Still the story of Sunday yet so different. I LOVE IT!! CONTINUE TO WRİTE WE DONT MIND
oh i have a test coming up in an hour and this is perfect to distract myself with 😭 (so true, sunday isnt delusional, or obsessive. has no mistakes. none whatsoever. most importantly, he will be playable. he will. trust. 😭)
14:10 The light around him flickered with the wind, light gauze curtains billowing high from the marble arcs. "Did you know?" His eyelashes fold delicately, glowing golden in the sunset. "We always do," he murmured, fingers slowly unentwining from hers. "Stay," she whispered, her words lost to the gentle winds stirring them both. There was only a soft smile in return.
It was too good to be true for my ears! I have no words. Every playlist of your's is a real musical magic with it's own story (and even if you are not familiar with some characters you still can get to know them like this and it's amazing). It's always a pleasure to enjoy your work😇✨️
babe wake up a new winter playlist just dropped!!! and YES its another Sunday-centered playlist RAHHH i've been listening to the other one nonstop so this is such a treat!!! :]
Squeal so hard when I saw this, and bro my voice hurts like hell cause I'm suppose to be resting it, BUT AS ALWAYS AWESOME WORK AND I LOVE THIS PLAYLIST!
sunday is a character i understand the most. i almost love him tbh/ the creator, thank u for the playlist. im listening again and again. also, the text in the description is beautiful and magnificent. sending u love and support.
I probably listened to your Aventurine Playlist about a hundred times now and this one is just as stunning and so powerful, thank you for another masterpiece!
ur playlists are so GOOD??? like i dont even get bored despite how many times I've heard it ??? THANK U SO MUCH !!!! ur playlists help me while studies as well as during long road trips !!
So fitting and magnificent, like the Dottore playlist. I always LOVE your playlists theyre the best! So heres a heart for ya 👉🏻💖💗👈🏻 few more cuz i love them ❤️🤍💙🩵🩷💖💗❤️
As i was walking, taking a step into each grass, feeling its liquid beneath my feet from the heavy rain. I felt my hair heavy as the skies cries drops unto me, as the sky hollered, echoing its agony through a loud thunder, I witnessed a light moving as if it was confused on where to go. I got close, and as i get closer and closer mg mind felt more curious. Would i regret choosing to come closer? Thats the question i asked to myself. But sometimes all questions are supposed to be left unanswered, and so i got closer and walk each step, not caring about the mud and grass carving my feet in pain.. And finally.. i got closer and saw a gorgeous angel, with its wings drooping down my the cries of the sky, just like what it did to my hair.. the angel danced on the sharp and painful grass barefoot. The light that surrounds the angel was following the countless movements he does, the grace, the elegance and at the same time the sorrow that the angel was trying to show were vivid to me. Its as if its dancing to match the sorrowful cries of the sky, its as if its comforting its loud hollers through its thunder, the light that shunned through him, was making him look even more astonishing to watch. I stood there, unknown what to do. I knew that my feet is bleeding, by the sharp edges of the grass i stand, and how the rough mud eats through my feets skin.. i was also barefooted, but i did not care less, for the pain that i was feeling.. cannot compare to the pain and endurance the angel infront of me is savoring. Because as it dances, the angel looks gorgeous, mystical and alluring to watch, but when you open your eyes and roam around its surroundings.. you can see that its feet is filled with dripping scarlet hues, proving that no matter how graceful and careful the angel dances, there's still consequences and flaws its trying to hide. Its amusing to watch that as the scarlet blood drips continuously on the dancers feet, the rain is trying to was it away, leaving no eveidence of the dancers pain, or was it helping the sorrowful dancer? Returning the favor to the sacrificial dancer that endures the stinging sensation of pain, just to comfort the skies mournful tears..? I stood there watching.. everything. And then later on, everything was blurry, until i couldn't see no more.. i woke up, from a mysterious dream, surprisingly i remember the situation all too well. I couldn't help but feel guilty in my heart rather than be relieved that i was able to wake up.. because, i know that till this day, till this present year.. The dancer, the angel, the angelic creature.. is still enduring its sorrowful dance, unknown and unsure when, where or how to stop, just so that the sky would stoping crying.
Ohmygod HERE IT ISSSSS~ time for me to drop everything and daydream for an hour ☺️ Edit: the fact that there's a real thunderstorm here while i'm listening to this?? I'm losing my mindddd
It's a pure masterpiece! I'm crying again because of his story T^T Thank you very much, you are so talented and hardworking, I really listen to your playlists a lot
i only started playing hsr because of him. I know I have a long way to go to Penacony tho. I really like Sunday, this was the first time I heard his voice lines so attentively, it made me only more curious about him. Let's hope he'll be playable soon
before the latest penacony update, I thought he was just that regular crazy antagonist u know what I mean? he still is but more misguided. I love his character so much
Another masterpiece after another... It really amaze me... Of how Winter always makes playlists that manage to engraved on us... In addition, the playlists Winter makes really makes me feel like I'm in my own fantasy world... Well I guess the playlists Winter makes is compatible with my maladaptive daydreaming...
THE MOMENT I SAW THIS I IMMEDIATELY CLICKED I ALREADY KNOW THIS IS GOING TO BE GOOD BECAUSE OF HOW WELL YOUR OTHER PLAYLISTS ARE.. I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR A SUNDAY PLAYLIST ❤️❤️❤️
![you’re writing love letters in an ancient library during autumn [ dark academia playlist ]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Ewg1T-VQOe4/mqdefault.jpg)
He is nothing in his soul, if not obsessive. (just like me, fr).
✧･ﾟ: songs + timestamps :･ﾟ✧
( a lot voicelines are in the middle of songs so they are not listed here. )
─ *[ You've arrived at the perfect moment. ]*
0:00 ♬Vanessa's Trick (slowed, reverb, muffled) -Alan Menken
0:48 ♬Salvatore -Joel Sunny
1:28 ♬Salvatore -Lana Del Rey
─ *[ Only we, or rather I, possess the power to put an end to this farce. ]*
3:34 ♬Midnight Masquerade -Nick Murray
─ *[ Have you devoted your life to your God? ]*
4:41 ♬Dining with Lectre -Peter Gundry
─ *[ A story about a baby bird. ]*
6:42 ♬Silent Night (dark piano ver.) -Myuu
7:29 ♬Arise (slowed) -CLANN
─ *[ Who is responsible for the suffering and anguish in this wretched world? ]*
12:44 ♬Young and Beautiful (slowed) -Lana Del Rey
─ *[ Now, what choice would you make? ]*
16:42 ♬As Shadows Fall -Peter Gundry
─ *[ Joy, sorrow, arrogance, regret...the complex tapestry of human nature. ]*
18:47 ♬The Return -CLANN
─ *[ Sunday on the topic of "self-value". ]*
20:01 ♬Wayward Sisters -Abel Korzeniowski
─ *[ The paradise in our dreams...it doesn't have to end. ]*
22:57 ♬Experience -Ludovico Einaudi
─ *[ Sunday on the topic of True Bliss. ]*
26:46 ♬Carol Of the Bells (slowed) -Lindsey Stirling
─ *[ Do you hate and wish to destroy this world with your own hands?]*
29:29 ♬Archangelus (slowed) -Isabella LeVan
32:37 ♬Sociopath -Lucas King
secret history reference
SECRET HISTORY MENTIONED
Please can u help me in something?
Ballroom dancing with Sunday and he's telling me about how he watched a dove die PLEASEJIGFDHIDFJ-
Lol exactly my thought. Well, it fits how dedicated he is for his ideology at least :>
I was obsessed. I spent 80% of my time talking about Sunday, and in the other 20% I was hoping someone would talk about him so I could talk some more.
me too
it's ok, you are not alone
Is Sunday a show or something ( other than it obviously being a day of the week lol) ? I've never heard of it if it is. What is the full name of it?
@@jjavila701 He's a honkai star rail character.
Saamee
Im glad im not the only one like this ahah)
Currently thinking about going to sleep- BUT *NAH* !!!! THAT W I N T E R GRIND CANNOT BE STOPPED💪
Also Sunday my love I would die for you I totally agree that weeks should just be filled with seven rest days, that I can get behind🫶 if you aren’t playable I will cry tho I have so much money saved for you my dearest🫶🫶🫶
Seven rest days, everyday shall be sunday!!!
@@winterrtide No more and no less💜
Winter has blessed us with yet another masterpiece.
Hello! Amazing playlist! I forgot I started writing a POV as I had a lot of things going on in my personal life. Today I remebered I started writing it so I finished it. Hope you enjoy!
GN reader
Song lyrics: Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens
I sighed as I entered the Grand Theatre. Not too long ago the Astral Express took down Sunday here. The place was still silent and dead. I took a deep breath and started walking towards the centre stage. I stopped and looked around. This is where it happened. It was a bitter-sweet ending for all of us. We loved him. We trusted him. How could he betray us like this? How could he turn us into mindless puppets? Were we his playthings all this time? “(Y/N), how lovely to see you,” I heard his voice. Just then, a familiar song filled the theatre.
_🎵The evil it spread like a fever ahead_
_🎵It was night when you died, my firefly_
_🎵What could I have said to raise you from the dead?_
_🎵Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July?_
I turned around. “Sunday…,” I glared at him. “You don’t seem happy to see me,” he smiled and walked over to me. I took a step back. “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be in prison for what you have done?” I huffed. “I will… eventually,” he walked closer again. “What does that mean?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I wanted to see you one last time,” he took my hand. “Me?” I was caught off guard. “Yes, my little dove… I would like one last dance with you,” he smiled. He seemed genuine. “Is that your last wish?” I asked. “I would love that,” he said softly, leaning closer towards me.
_🎵Well you do enough talk_
_🎵My little hawk, why do you cry?_
_🎵Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?_
_🎵Or the Fourth of July?_
_🎵We’re all gonna die_
He lifted my hand he was holding and placed his other hand above my hip. I placed my free hand on his shoulder. We started gliding across the centre stage to the sound of the choir. “You dance well, my little dove,” he said. I looked away. “Why me of all people?” I asked the question that dwelled on my mind. “You’ve always stood by my side in my sister’s absence,” he explained. “You were always able to keep me grounded,” he added. “Well I obviously failed,” I sighed. Silence hung over us. I felt at peace. I was so angry at him. I wanted an explanation. I wanted closure. This moment felt perfect. I felt appreciated. For once I felt like all my hard work mattered to him.
_🎵Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head_
_🎵Was it all a disguise, like Junior High_
_🎵Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction_
_🎵Now, where am I? My fading supply_
I put my head on his shoulder. “This means a lot more to me that you realise,” I said. “Does it?” he chucked. “You didn't seem keen on sharing this dance with me,” he let go of my hip and spun me before pulling me back in. “It’s not just about that,” I said. “A dance is a conversation,” I explained. “Every move and every step you make tells me what I need to hear… gives me the closure I deserve,” I added. “You deserve?” he asked. Before I could answer he dipped me. I flinched. I glared at him. “After everything you put us and me through,” I huffed. He smiled gently and his face moved closer to mine. “Was it really so bad, my little dove?” he whispered. I could feel my cheeks start to burn up.
_🎵Did you get enough love, my little dove_
_🎵Why do you cry?_
_🎵And I’m sorry I left, but it was for the best_
_🎵Though it never felt right_
_🎵My little Versailles_
I turned away as Sunday brought me back up but his face remained unbearably close. “I will miss you,” he said, his voice sounding a little sad. I wanted to tell him so badly that I won’t miss him but I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud. Something in me didn’t want to hurt him more. I turned back to look into his golden eyes. He was looking straight at me. An absent minded smile spread across his face. “I don’t want this moment to ever end,” he continued speaking while I remained silent. “I cannot bear the thought of not seeing you every day,” he added. “Then maybe you should have not imprisoned everyone in your twisted dream,” I huffed. He looked away. “I just wanted everyone to be happy,” he sighed. “But that wasn’t real happiness… you cannot force it… happiness is something every person has to find for themselves,” I shook my head.
_🎵The hospital asked should the body be cast_
_🎵Before I say goodbye, my star in the sky_
_🎵Such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth_
_🎵Do you find it all right, my dragonfly?_
There was a brief moment of silence. “Were you happy by my side?” he asked. “I am not sure,” I said, looking down. “I don’t know how much of it was real and what was your manipulation,” I answered truthfully, looking back up at him. I saw a single tear running down his face. His grip around my waist got tighter. “Will you be able to find happiness without me?” he asked his second question. I smiled sadly. “It will be a difficult path to find myself again after living a lie for so long… but I know I will get there one day,” I answered hopefully. Sunday smiled as well. “I know I have no right to ask this of you but…,” he stopped himself for a moment. “Ask away,” I encouraged him. “Will I ever see you again?” he asked, pleading with his eyes. This was a question I did not know the answer to. My silence brought the man before me to tears. He has lost everything and me and his sister were the last things he was holding onto.
_🎵Shall we look at the moon, my little loon_
_🎵Why do you cry?_
_🎵Make the most of your life, while it is rife_
_🎵While it is light_
I lifted my hand from his shoulder and placed it on the back of his head. I pulled him closer and placed his head on my shoulder as he sobbed quietly. I’ve never seen him like this. “There is a journey before me that I must take on my own,” I said. “Once it’s over I will come back and help you to find your own path that does not involve hurting people,” I said. “You have lost so much, but Miss Robin and I will be here to help you pick yourself back up,” I reassured him. “Why? Why help me? You said it yourself… I destroyed your individuality,” he blurted out. “You are also a victim of the Dreammaster… you were but a child when he instilled the ideas of the Order in you,” I continued. “This dance told me everything I wanted to know,” I smiled. “It told me you did not do this out of malice… you were just misguided,” I explained. He lifted his head to look at me.
_🎵Well you do enough talk_
_🎵My little hawk, why do you cry?_
_🎵Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?_
_🎵Or the Fourth of July?_
_🎵We’re all gonna die_
_🎵We're all gonna die_
_🎵We're all gonna die_
_🎵We're all gonna die_
As the song ended our dance came to an end with it. “Did you get the closure you were hoping for, my little dove?” Sunday asked, forcing a smile. I nodded. He reluctantly let go of me. “Goodbye… (Y/N),” he said and turned around getting ready to leave. “I will do my best to not let the bad outweigh the good,” I called after him. He stopped. “Even if it wasn’t real…to me it was and I was happy standing by your side,” I smiled. He turned back around. “I will miss you,” I said. He seemed taken aback by my words. I started running towards him. I embraced him as tight as I could. “I will keep standing by you… never forget it,” I cupped his cheeks in my palms and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Take care of yourself, my fallen angel,” I smiled.
Amazing masterpiece
Beautifully written the pacing here is perfect
His eyes... they give me a sorrowful yet somehow also ethereal vibe. The artist did a good job capturing the emotions, I could just stare at them all day...
Me building my delulu pity by listening to this. (I NEED SUNDAY)
Naw, I love how ethereal this was and immediatly felt inspired to write something a bit melancholy (I am so sorry for any mistakes; english isn't my first language and i suck at grammar and this is essentially my first pov c:)
pov: you are a creative mind sheltered on penacony somehow disturbed by the disharmony
You were truly lucky. Since as long as you can remember you were one with Penacony’s sweet dream, never a care on your mind. You loved every day and treasured the grand beauty of this wonderful dream. But recently, an unsettling feeling had crept into your thoughts, slowly dimming the brightness of your smile. It was an unease you couldn't quite place, yet it gnawed at you, casting a shadow over your perfect world. You spent the last week sulking alone in your hotel room, ignoring all your obligations, just drowning in self pity.
Instead of being able to spend your day like the last, a knock and a letter disturbed you. Written in artistic cursive was an invitation: a Dinner for all the creative minds of Penacony in preparation for the Charmony festival. You did not feel like going, your creativity suffocated by this indescribable feeling. But there was no way you could refuse an invitation from Sunday himself.
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The Dinner was magnificent so far, even if it took a toll on you to be your old cheerful self. Telling yourself, this was all just a phase and will surely end soon, was all you could do. So you laughed and tried your best to spin stories with the other guests and delight at everything presented. Soon the guests started to begin planning for the Charmony festival, where everything was to be perfectly harmonious. Those expectations obviously put a strain on everyone included, as nothing truly befitted this perfectness you all strived towards.
After a while you managed to excuse yourself and slip away to get a moment to yourself. Exhausted you stumbled into the now empty ballroom of the mansion. It was good to get a moment of silence to yourself and divert your attention away from everything. The last time you were in this room seemed ages ago. You remembered dancing here, the joy of twirling across the parquet floor. Now, it seemed almost seemed as if those memories began to take nebulous shapes, floating over the floor in an ethereal dance. You could almost hear their laughter, a lone tune hanging in the air like dust.
“Is there anything I can help you with?”, unnoticed by you Sunday seemed to have creeped up on you. He looked as flawless as ever with beautiful small wings adorning the sides of his head. “Oh I’m fine, I just need a moment to myself”, and you couldn’t help but feel far from fine. You still remember all the times you talked with him, the way he mused about the Harmony. Something stuck with you, about how he talked about the cruelty of the world. Of generations learning to take flight and failing. Of how it was all our responsibility to keep watch over the ones still failing to take off and nudge them toward success. His gaze sure showed that he did not believe you. Genuine sorrow laid in his golden eyes and something nudged you to confide in him. You murmured reluctantly, lying wasn’t right. At least not to him. “That is not the truth. It’s just I do not know any more”, your voice cracked.
Your throat felt dry and a wave of melancholy washed over you, “You speak of the Harmony and of generations of fledglings slowly learning to take flight and I wonder if it is the same for everything” Wet streaks ran down your cheeks, “What if we learned all those precious feelings as taking flight and don’t actually exist?” Your words were a mere breath in the air between you “What even is real anymore?” Gentle hands wiped away the tears on your cheeks, hoping to make you feel a tiny bit less lost. “Paradise can feel like a cage. But it’s a paradise we’ve built together. It’s okay to feel lost sometimes. Let go of the doubt and embrace the joy and bliss of our dream.” His arms wrap around your lone figure, in hope of giving you warmth and comfort. Slowly he sways back and fourth, steadily rocking to the gentle Music filling the empty ballroom.
You felt like crying out your heart and soul to him, confessing everything you ever felt. The way he embraced you and guided you through this lonely dance of the two of you made your heart flutter.
Bro I swear every fic writer who says “English isn’t my first language” writes the best fics fr fr😫
Amazing as always! Here's a pov for you lovely people~
Mmm I can smell the angst uvu
pov: you are 'she who wears a thousand faces'
The halls of the Grand Penacony Theater looked so ethereal in her sprawling emptiness. Each longing chord of the piano and crying note of the central pipe organ could be heard as a faint echo gracing the enamelled ballroom floors. You walk pensively through the cascading velvet curtains, now faced with a spotlight highlighting his lone, dashing figure standing expectantly at the room's centre. Waiting for you, and you alone to appear at the witching hour. *The Temptress.*
His golden eyes meet yours in an entrancing embrace that spans unspoken words, "My dear Lilith. You look absolutely stunning." Says the once heavenly being clad in navy silk and silver thorns wrapping around his satin tie. He places a gloved hand on yours, and kneels to place a kiss on your serpentine ring.
“Oh, you~ ” You curtsy before the fallen Archangel and raise the outer hem of your bright, blood-red ruby dress covered in butterflies with misshapen wings. For this occasion, at least, you forego the perpetual grin adorned on your prized kitsune theatre mask. The 'Morning Star' said you wouldn't need to pretend any more to win his brother's bleeding heart. You may simply reveal your true, twisted, lecherous self in all its depravity. For he has already drunk deep of the First Unforgivable Sin, as have you, when The Serpent offered you such Fruit. "Shall we, Raphael?"
“Of course.” Sunday narrows his eyes into a most alluring glare, and places his hand on your waist… and you two begin to waltz in tune with the old opera music emanating from the Oak Family’s last heirloom - an antique phonograph blessed by Ena, the Order. Or so, the 'Morning Star' led Sunday to believe. “I take it Mr. Iscariot was unable to join us? _A pity.”_
“Yeah… Gallagher said something about ‘his time drawing near’ or whatever.” You move closer to Sunday, smelling the unique blend of fresh rainfall and vanilla in his cologne. “That doesn’t mean _we_ can’t have a little fun, right?” You slip in a sly wink and move your hand further up his chest to feel the smooth, almost statuesque perfection of his face, his jawline.
The fallen Archangel smirks with an underlying hunger, "Why, _certainly_ not." He spins you, gently, intimately, laying a firm hand upon your arm to prevent you from slipping out of his grasp... and drawing you back into him, close enough that your left ear rests just under his chin. "In the new world, I... *We* will build... free will shall be no more. The root of all sin will be excised, and Order will be the only desire in the hearts of men. Once that is done... I will personally kill Lucifer for all the injustice he has wrought."
"And as for your... eldest brother?" You muse sweetly, resting your head on Sunday's broad shoulders. "Monday, Tuesday... And your Creator?"
_"Hmph,"_ the fallen Archangel scoffs with contempt, "Michael and the others will turn around, eventually. It's only a matter of time. So long as God permits evil and us to run free, why should *we* act like He has already won?"
"Couldn't have phrased it better myself."
Wow!!! 🔥 I READ IT MANY TIMES! this is beyond beautiful. Drop your ao3 plz and continue the pov PLEASE
IT. IS. AMAZİNG!!! The way you used words, let them sink the story to hearts and the way you used many wording for hints are amazing!! Still the story of Sunday yet so different. I LOVE IT!! CONTINUE TO WRİTE WE DONT MIND
I'm obsessed.
BREATHES HEAVILY
oh i have a test coming up in an hour and this is perfect to distract myself with 😭 (so true, sunday isnt delusional, or obsessive. has no mistakes. none whatsoever. most importantly, he will be playable. he will. trust. 😭)
14:10
The light around him flickered with the wind, light gauze curtains billowing high from the marble arcs.
"Did you know?"
His eyelashes fold delicately, glowing golden in the sunset. "We always do," he murmured, fingers slowly unentwining from hers.
"Stay," she whispered, her words lost to the gentle winds stirring them both.
There was only a soft smile in return.
It was too good to be true for my ears! I have no words. Every playlist of your's is a real musical magic with it's own story (and even if you are not familiar with some characters you still can get to know them like this and it's amazing). It's always a pleasure to enjoy your work😇✨️
my ears feel blessed, thank you Winter!!
I think I found the right playlist for my drawing process. Thank you for the masterpiece
babe wake up a new winter playlist just dropped!!!
and YES its another Sunday-centered playlist RAHHH i've been listening to the other one nonstop so this is such a treat!!! :]
Squeal so hard when I saw this, and bro my voice hurts like hell cause I'm suppose to be resting it, BUT AS ALWAYS AWESOME WORK AND I LOVE THIS PLAYLIST!
sunday is a character i understand the most. i almost love him tbh/
the creator, thank u for the playlist. im listening again and again. also, the text in the description is beautiful and magnificent. sending u love and support.
I probably listened to your Aventurine Playlist about a hundred times now and this one is just as stunning and so powerful, thank you for another masterpiece!
ur playlists are so GOOD??? like i dont even get bored despite how many times I've heard it ??? THANK U SO MUCH !!!! ur playlists help me while studies as well as during long road trips !!
I LOVEEEE the ballroom playlists and your sfx it suits the music so well 🙏🙏
wow. wow. wow. this audio....is sugoi! I'm speechless! I love the beginning
i literally love sunday thank you 🙏
i was waiting for this one after the poll! glad to see it out. Thank you winter for another masterpiece.
Listening with a friend- Exactly what we needed while working.
Thank you so much for formulating this wonderful playlist!💞
I really like storm sounds in the background
So fitting and magnificent, like the Dottore playlist. I always LOVE your playlists theyre the best! So heres a heart for ya 👉🏻💖💗👈🏻 few more cuz i love them ❤️🤍💙🩵🩷💖💗❤️
This is a beautiful playlist. You are wonderfully talented.
As i was walking, taking a step into each grass, feeling its liquid beneath my feet from the heavy rain. I felt my hair heavy as the skies cries drops unto me, as the sky hollered, echoing its agony through a loud thunder, I witnessed a light moving as if it was confused on where to go.
I got close, and as i get closer and closer mg mind felt more curious. Would i regret choosing to come closer? Thats the question i asked to myself. But sometimes all questions are supposed to be left unanswered, and so i got closer and walk each step, not caring about the mud and grass carving my feet in pain..
And finally.. i got closer and saw a gorgeous angel, with its wings drooping down my the cries of the sky, just like what it did to my hair.. the angel danced on the sharp and painful grass barefoot. The light that surrounds the angel was following the countless movements he does, the grace, the elegance and at the same time the sorrow that the angel was trying to show were vivid to me.
Its as if its dancing to match the sorrowful cries of the sky, its as if its comforting its loud hollers through its thunder, the light that shunned through him, was making him look even more astonishing to watch. I stood there, unknown what to do. I knew that my feet is bleeding, by the sharp edges of the grass i stand, and how the rough mud eats through my feets skin.. i was also barefooted, but i did not care less, for the pain that i was feeling.. cannot compare to the pain and endurance the angel infront of me is savoring.
Because as it dances, the angel looks gorgeous, mystical and alluring to watch, but when you open your eyes and roam around its surroundings.. you can see that its feet is filled with dripping scarlet hues, proving that no matter how graceful and careful the angel dances, there's still consequences and flaws its trying to hide. Its amusing to watch that as the scarlet blood drips continuously on the dancers feet, the rain is trying to was it away, leaving no eveidence of the dancers pain, or was it helping the sorrowful dancer? Returning the favor to the sacrificial dancer that endures the stinging sensation of pain, just to comfort the skies mournful tears..?
I stood there watching.. everything.
And then later on, everything was blurry, until i couldn't see no more.. i woke up, from a mysterious dream, surprisingly i remember the situation all too well. I couldn't help but feel guilty in my heart rather than be relieved that i was able to wake up.. because, i know that till this day, till this present year.. The dancer, the angel, the angelic creature.. is still enduring its sorrowful dance, unknown and unsure when, where or how to stop, just so that the sky would stoping crying.
Instantly into my favorite playlist
Ohmygod HERE IT ISSSSS~ time for me to drop everything and daydream for an hour ☺️
Edit: the fact that there's a real thunderstorm here while i'm listening to this?? I'm losing my mindddd
I think I fell in love with him
It's a pure masterpiece! I'm crying again because of his story T^T
Thank you very much, you are so talented and hardworking, I really listen to your playlists a lot
I just came to drop this: 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐
Thanks winter for this masterpiece 🤺
It's such a good playlist, thank you for your amazing work !
no cuz I think you put a lot of effort to put the pieces to become a masterpiece. it’s absolutely beautiful.
Can't believe its JUST been 12 days since you released this.
😭😭😭
this playlist is truly beautiful, it made me cry. thank you for making this beautiful playlist 🤍
Omg it’s tempting me to leave a POV, ITS SO GOOOOOOD 😭✨✨
U are literally THE!!! GENIUS!!! THANK YOU!!❤
i only started playing hsr because of him. I know I have a long way to go to Penacony tho. I really like Sunday, this was the first time I heard his voice lines so attentively, it made me only more curious about him. Let's hope he'll be playable soon
Studying for my last exams but still gotta listen 😞💖
SUNDAYY!!
Great playlist :3
i sobbed in my hands
YASSSSS!!! Love Sunday and a holy playlist!!!!
I love this playlist so much, thank you
This is just AMAZING thank you for making this 😍😍😍💗💗
I simply LOVE your playlists, they always catch the character's personality so well
sunday where are you? please come quick my jades waiting for you
every winter playlist is a banger (banger in the sense that i am crying alone in my room again ❤)
Sunday, my love 🛐🛐
Bless you 😌🙆♀️
before the latest penacony update, I thought he was just that regular crazy antagonist u know what I mean? he still is but more misguided. I love his character so much
I’d love to see what you come up with for the other Honkai: Star Rail characters. I’m obsessed to these playlists after just listening to one.
Another masterpiece after another... It really amaze me... Of how Winter always makes playlists that manage to engraved on us... In addition, the playlists Winter makes really makes me feel like I'm in my own fantasy world... Well I guess the playlists Winter makes is compatible with my maladaptive daydreaming...
WINTER I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS AND YOU'VE BLESSED US
When I hear a masterpiece, my throat becomes dry. I'm on my 3rd glass of water. This playlist is insane as always, love ure content so much 😊😊
ITS SO GOOD !
THANK YOU THIS IS AMAZING, YOU'RE AMAZING. I LOVE SUNDAY ❤❤🙏
THE MOMENT I SAW THIS I IMMEDIATELY CLICKED I ALREADY KNOW THIS IS GOING TO BE GOOD BECAUSE OF HOW WELL YOUR OTHER PLAYLISTS ARE.. I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR A SUNDAY PLAYLIST ❤️❤️❤️
I feel blessed.
the voiceovers though >>>
I got a hsr ad 😂 (this is angelic)
Myyyy linnnndseeeyyyyyyyyyy ❤
I LOVE your playlists!😍
Idk why but him talking to me about a dove dying while dancing makes me feel special.. I think I'm going insane 😂
SUNDAY 😭🤲🏻🕊️
this one... got some kick 🥹 a masterpiece
Bruv I was in tears when I had to use 300 jade from my sunday savings for boothill 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
(got boots first pull but still)
I ALREADY KNOW THIS IS GNA BE A GREAT PLAYLIST
another one!! you are treating us so well ahhh
let's be honest, I'm not that far on the game, but I can say one thing for sure, this man as religious trauma. Bro I hear myself as he spoke ??!!
I suddenly have an idea of an arranged marriage one-shot/fan fic with Sunday because of this playlist
THIS PLAYLIST IS 🔥🔥🔥
Waking up with that is >>>>>
Here early for both winter and Sunday ♡
I clicked it when I see Sunday,DADDY😭
Idc he was right 😭🙏
Insane playlist. literally threw myself through 7 walls and counting. I literally screamed at 29:54
Right before bed.❤
why i feel so sad : o almost cry bc this playlist..
This is amazing my fav ever
Sleeping with winter is the best
what did you just say 👁👁
That sure is one way to phrase it
Clann Fables❤
I look forward to every tale.
lovely playlist
sunday wanters will be sunday havers 🙏
THE EMPRESS HAS ONCE AGAIN RETURNED
What it feels like to play chess with death in a dark room ?? Can your music make feel that ?
I'm doing schoolwork but winter playlist go brrr
i need more of these
2nd attempt at asking a march 7th themed playlist with her phrases about memories..🌹
Listening to this i Remembered Howl from Howl castle 🏰❤
going to sleep
I love sunday
you are so underrated wtf
FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY KUWJEAFDSAAAAAAAAAAAAA- ok i'll stop (but not crying for sunday)
guysss
guyzzzz
im crying
sunday
hope you do more Japanese voiceovers like the frieren playlist ❤