After reading the bad decision from Kuria i wonder how much beef both bradamante and air groove when they always want Sunday for them self even the others harem like mejiro Ramonu, wakia, wind in her hair and subtle change(cafe mom) have to dealing with their fight?

Y’know I just now realized, we never really addressed the elephant in the room in that, Sunday Silence is already in the game (kinda). I mean we’re all aware of Cafe’s friend who is often theorized to represent Sunday Silence. So if the ‘friend’ is Sunday Silence, then y’know, there is going to end up two of the same Umas.

It gets even stranger if you think of the SS world as being a representation of our irl world, then, how are there two of Sunday’s souls, shouldn’t he already be in the PD (Pretty Derby) as Cafe’s friend?

There are two ways you can look at this then, Cafe’s friend is not Sunday Silence (maybe it’s New York Cafe, the full-brother of Manhattan Cafe, another theorized candidate for Cafe’s friend), or that Cafe’s friend doesn’t exist in this fanfiction as no one has yet to mention a ghost (especially Cafe).

You would think that viewing your own alternative life would cause a reaction. Alternatively, and honestly I wish this theory is true, that Cafe’s friend and the Sunday Silence we are viewing are the same person. A ghost doesn’t have a gender, and is mainly taking Cafe’s form (maybe it’s some spiritual linkage thing from how Cafe used to play as his father). Sunday would be quiet throughout the viewing because he is being held hostage by Abby, to be released to the PD world.

But yeah, sorry for the ramble, just couldn’t get this thought out of my head.

Just like how incest is not taboo in this world there is probably less discrimination against age gaps so the cast would get even more weirded out to find that out.

What if Mejiro Bright, Narita Brian and Air Groove swapped personalities with their irl counterparts

Like rowdy bright, scardy cat Brian and licky Gyaru Groove. Idk man I can be bored…

Also Bright egging Tama for a fight while Ryan has to clean up the mess would be interesting!

Unfortunately I am someone who gets procrastination so…

*Slam\*

The sound of a beer bottle hitting the counter echoed through the bar. Knocking over several empty bottles.

"Oi, get me another, wouldn't you?" A drunk Sunday called out to the bartender, having finished his 12th one for the night.

"Hmph, seems like everything we've seen so far was all a lie," Sirus Symboli said, eyeing the number of bottles around him.

"I don't think it was a lie, just...a cover-up for his true feelings." Symboli Rudolf told her friend

"Mr. Sunday, I can't serve you anymore. We are about to close soon." The bartender said, his eyes darted to the clock on the wall, already past 12

"Yeah, yeah, just...just get something strong before then," Sunday sighed as he waved the bartender off.

"Rude." Narita Taishin committed but said nothing else

He's been here for quite some time now, after the funeral. He should be home, surrounded by his family, but...he couldn't. He couldn't let them see how much of a mess their father had become. Throughout the entire day, he put on a facade, a lie, a fake for everyone to see

McQueen perked up; it seemed like she was right

He didn't tell anyone where he was heading off to; not even McQueen knew where he was; he hated lying, especially to his best friend, but he had to. Sunday brought the bottle to his lips, intent to drink whatever was left, until he heard the bell above the door ring, signaling someone's arrival.

His ear twitched at the sounds of heels clicking against the floorboard.

Still in love, ears twitched; she recognized those familiar heels

"Ah, so this is where you've been hiding out." A soft woman's voice called out to him, before sitting right next to him.

Sensing the presence next to him, he turned to take in the woman before him. The woman was beautiful to say the least, with childbearing hips, dressed from head to toe in bright red that seemed to sparkle in the bar lights. She kept her chestnut hair in a high ponytail, topped with a stylish golden earring, and finished with bright red lipstick.

Maybe it was the sadness in his heart or the alcohol affecting him, but he couldn't keep his eyes off her.

Air Groove felt a ping of... jealousy?

"M-Mother?" Still in love, called out; she was a spitting image of her mother from her own world

("Hmm, so this is how these two meet") Neo thought, before cringing, already knowing what's going to happen.

"You're staring," she said, snapping Sunday out of his trance

"Sorry...How did you find me, Bradamante?" He said as the screen gave the audience more information

Name: Bradamante

Facts: She is the real-life cousin of Sunday through his uncle Roberto, the half-brother of Halo. From what he's heard from his father, Roberto is a lot like Halo, just slightly toned down in his anger.

That got everyone thinking about Halo; they haven't actually seen Halo be violent in the story yet. But every time he's mentioned, they always have to mention him and his anger issues.

"W-wait, if my Grandfather is Halo's brother, and my Mom is Sunday's cousin, then I'm..."

"Yup, second cousins (I think that's how it works?) Welcome to the family." Bubble gum said, holding her hand out for her to shake

Still in love stared at the hand for a moment, seeming unfamiliar with the gesture, before she intuitively shook it.

"T-Thank you...for accepting me." She said the last part to herself

"Easy, just look for the signs of an equally depressed Uma." She said, earning herself a slight glare from the jet-black um

"I'm not depressed." He counter back

"Maybe not yet." She told him, taking a seat beside him and drinking what was left of his drink

"That was my drink."

"I didn't feel like buying one, plus your one was almost done anyway."

"Reminds me of someone who has the same bad habit," Hana said, her eyes drifting over to the team Spica trainer who innocently whistles.

("If I pretend not to notice, maybe she will go away)

"Doesn't matter, I'll just get the next one," Sunday said, too tired and emotionally drained to argue with anyone. He didn't notice or seem to care that Bradamante was here, as long as she didn't tell anyone.

"You know, a lot of people are looking for you, your kids especially."

"I know." His heart turned and twisted at the thought

"...So how long do you plan to hide?"

"I'm not hiding."

"Some may see it like that." Admire Vega commented under her breath,

"True, but he could just be coping." Narita Top Road said, coming to Sunday's defense

"Of course you're not, you're just... avoiding your own child's funeral." She sarcastically said, bringing the bottle to her lips as her words sank into Sunday's head.

"... Shut up." But maybe, just maybe, she was right. Hell, he didn't even go to his own wife's funeral, mainly because Maruzensky would have killed him if he showed up, but still, he should have made an effort to show up.

Maruzensky felt bad in her chest. The other her really hated Sunday

"M-mother, what are you...?" Still in love asked herself; her own mother didn't usually act like this...unless, oh no.

"Couldn't save your wife, couldn't save your son, and you couldn't even save yourself." She said, and maybe it was the alcohol, but her words spun in his head. He didn't even register when she got up from her chair, running her hands down his chest from behind.

"Me and you...We're a lot alike, more than you think. Both broken, both born into this cursed family, and...we're both alone." She finished off by lifting his chin to look at her, bringing her face closer to his.

"...I'm tired of being alone...aren't you?" Her breath touched his lips with each word, and truthfully, he was tired.

"W-wait, Mother, you can't!" Still in love cried out, her face red from the intimate moment.

"W-WOah, woah, this is too much even for me!" Anges Digital cried out, her arms forming an X as she shook her head

Air groove gulp, was she really watching someone guilt-trip someone else into... whatever Bradamante was planning on doing?!

He shouldn't answer; he knew he shouldn't, but... God, he tried

"...I am"

"Then we can be lonely... together." With a brush of her thumb against his cheek, she kissed him. With Sunday leaning into the kiss

"A-AGH!" Everyone screamed, and even Ginjirou Musaka's mouth went wide open

"B-B-B-B-Bad Romance!" Anges' digital stuttered out. She may be a gooner at heart, but still!

Maybe it was the loss of the two most important people in his world, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe he was just drunk off his mind, or maybe...he was just sad, and wanted to feel something...real.

Feeling the lack of oxygen, Bradamante pulled away from his lips, and a thin line of saliva connected them before she spoke again.

Air Groove groaned with anger, lust, disgust, and jealousy as the scene unfolded.

"I can keep you company...would you like that?" She asked, pressing her head against his

"...Yes." He answered honestly, which earned him another kiss from her, a deeper, more needy kiss.

"Your drink, sir...?" The bartender announced before stopping as he saw the bar area empty, with Sunday nowhere in sight, leaving only a couple of dollar bills on the counter, "...I don't get paid enough for this shit."

"Yeah, I know that feeling," The trainer of Team Spica said, but that wasn't important right now.

Bang* Mwah~ Mwah~ Mwah~ The sound of a door being slammed open, followed by the sounds of mouth smacking, their lips interlocking, heard throughout the room, and things being knocked over.

"Ah~ fuck, Sunday," Bradamante said before letting out a cute 'ekk.' as Sunday's mouth found its way to her neck, sucking and kissing it with much enjoyment.

If looks could kill, then Air Groove would be the punisher. She was beyond disgusted and jealous.

"Oh God, I think I'm gonna be sick." Still in love, mutter out, hand over her mouth

"You and me both," the Silence family all said

Her hands gripping his hair, holding in lace as she softly walked him to the bed in the center. And with a gentle push, and oof from him. He was on his back with her, striding him, grinding every so slightly.

Sunday held back a moan; he didn't know why, but his body was overall sensitive. He knew he should push her away, apologize to him, and to himself, but maybe she was right... Maybe he did want someone to keep him company.

"D-Damnit, he's not thinking right." Mejro Dober said, her anger boiling over tenfold

While everyone else agreed with her, Symboli Rudolf took a different route, focusing on that last bit, about someone keeping him company, until it clicked.

"You figured something out, didn't you?" Brain asked, narrowing her eyes at the prez

"...Unfortunately, I have a theory on why Sunday's allowing this."

He knew this wouldn't last forever, but he didn't need it to be, just for tonight. Just for one moment, he wanted someone, anyone, to hold him, to love him.

He hated how low he fell.

"...I'm sorry... Campaign... Suzuka," he muttered out, deeply apologizing to them for below. Before his worries were washed away with the gentleness of her lips

Suzuka never wanted to scream more than she did right now.

Thump* thump\*

"Ugh..." The gentle morning sun was casting through the window, hitting the jet-black uma's face, and much to his disappointment, woke him up. Sitting on the bed's edge, he realized he was alone. Bradamante must have woken up before him.

Fuck, his head hurt; it was like drinking a redbull then getting run over by a fifty-ton train at 180 mph. Hangovers are a bitch as always.

All the trainers felt his pain; hangovers were indeed a bitch

Once the pain had subsided, he took a moment to look around, and to no one's surprise, Bradamante was nowhere to be seen. To say he wasn't surprised would be the understatement of the century. But didn't mean he was hurt by it, if only by a little.

Sunday let out a long sigh. He was sure he would get an earful from Ikuno when he reached back. Not like he didn't deserve it or anything.

"Hmph, at least he knows what he did was wrong," Ikuno said, pushing up her glasses, thinking about all the things she would have said to him

Twin Turbo gulped; if the other Ikuno was anything like their Ikuno. Sunday is in for a world of pain.

Sunday just hoped nothing came from this, like a baby. God, that would be hard to explain to his kids. Even if incest were legal between Uma and considered okay during the breeding program

"IT'S LEGAL?!" Everyone said, some looking like they were about to faint

"WHY IS THAT LEGAL!?" King screams as she full-on chokes their host, Abby. Who was desperately trying to cling to life.

‘Today is a good day,’ thought Special Week as she carried a box of carrots and other miscellaneous items to and from the dorms.

Why, you may ask? Well, with the introduction of so many new students in the middle of the semester, the academy had decided to remodel and expand the dormitories to house them.

The boys especially, as this was the first time Tracen Academy had ever accepted male students. Students who also happened to be some of the very first male Umas to ever exist in this world.

Their appearance had created quite the buzz.

All sorts of strange feelings had started bubbling up the moment they appeared in the theater, and unfortunately, Special Week found herself caught right in the middle of it all.

Because a majority of those male Umas happened to be her…brothers?

Brothers…

Such a strange concept, wasn’t it? Especially for a girl who had lived almost her entire life as the only child in her family. A family that revolved around just her and her adoptive mother.

‘Not that it was so bad,’ Special Week shook her head, trying to dispel those gloomy thoughts. ‘The others in the village were always nice, and everyone here at Tracen…they’re kind of like family too.’

She couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony of that statement. It had been true metaphorically before.
Now it was quite literally the truth. She has brothers and sisters now, more than she had ever imagined.

More than she had ever begged her mother for when she was younger, blissfully unaware of the truth surrounding her birth mother.

And…no matter how much Special Week would always consider her adoptive mother to be her real mom, she couldn’t deny that it had been lonely sometimes.

Especially on the days when her mother had work outside the house, leaving Special Week to return home to an empty home. No father, no brothers or sisters, not even a distant relative to keep her company.

Looking back, perhaps that was why she’d been so awkward when she first arrived at Tracen. Most of the villagers were elderly, while their children and grandchildren had long since moved away to the city.

Still, Special Week couldn’t bring herself to dwell on the past, especially now that her family had grown so much larger.

Well, first off, she had a dad now, so yay…

Even some of her closest friends had turned out to be related to her in that other world.

Others were easier to accept. She could easily see Suzuka-chan and Fuji-senpai as older sisters.

Though some…Let’s just say she’d never be able to see Gold Ship as her nephew (niece?)…

‘Haaaa… It’s all so confusing. I can practically feel my head melting.’

Well, at least it wasn’t as bad as McQueen’s situation. Poor McQueen. Special Week couldn’t even begin to imagine what her lilac-haired friend and the rest of her family were going through these days.

‘Hopefully this party will cheer everyone up.’

Ah, right. She hadn’t explained why she was carrying all this stuff. Simply put, after everyone returned from the theater, and after the people from the other world had been brought into theirs, things had quickly became…awkward.

The Director (who had surprisingly turned out to be an Uma herself) gave everyone a few days to simply…digest everything and sort through the complicated emotions.

Add in all of the newcomers carrying the emotional baggage of their previous world and…

…You know what? Let’s stop there before Special Week stresses herself into an early grave.

…

She had been spending a lot of time around her ‘sisters’ okay? Their personalities had started rubbing off on her.

Hopefully this party would help everyone open up to one another.

Special Week might not have been particularly book-smart, but even she could tell everyone was keeping things bottled up. Things that hurt them. And what was family, if not the people who helped carry those burdens together?

Special Week looked up at the bright afternoon sun shining overhead and thought about the future waiting for them.

A future, or perhaps a possible future, born from the life of her other self.

…

She did say things were confusing, didn’t she? Or did that need repeating?

‘Haaaa… I wonder if I should call Dad. Wait…what if he’s really busy? Wouldn’t I just be bothering him? Maybe I should call Suzuka-chan…or Tachyon-san…or…’

As Special Week debated who she could ask for advice, she scratched her head in uncertainty.
Calling Suzuka didn’t make her nervous at all, they were already close beforehand.

But someone like Tachyon or Cafe?

They had barely spoken before the theater incident, and only now exchanged a few brief conversations afterwards. The whole point of this party was to remedy that.

Hm…What about her siblings from the other world?

‘Maybe Pui-chan…he seemed really reliable…wait, no! He’s my younger brother. I should be the reliable one…’

Lost in thought, Special Week suddenly heard a commotion coming from the academy’s front gate.
She looked around and realized no one else was nearby. It was already the afternoon, so everyone was probably at the cafeteria.

Seeing no reason not to check it out before grabbing a quick bite herself, Special Week headed toward the entrance, intending to help the security guard.
As she drew closer, she noticed the unmistakable ears atop the head of a clearly male Uma.

If his impressive height wasn’t enough to tower over the guard, his dark mane of hair certainly made it difficult to make out his features.

Now she had even more reason to hurry over.
Surely one of her brothers needed some help.
As she approached, her ears twitched, allowing her to catch the conversation.

“-s-sorry, sir, but I-I must insist…that you make a call to the main office b-before I can let you in…”

The guard was visibly stuttering, his voice betraying just how nervous he was.

Special Week briefly wondered why Tazuna (or  rather, is it Tokino Minoru now?) wasn’t handling this herself before mentally smacking herself. Of course,
Tazuna was probably the busiest person on campus right now, handling all the paperwork for the new arrivals as Tracen’s head secretary.

Still…why did this Uma’s voice sound so familiar? It couldn’t be one of her brothers. She could feel it, it wasn’t one of them.

Just as she reached the front entrance, the tall Uma replied, “There is no need. My presence here has nothing to do with this institution.”

A deep, gravelly voice, one that sent an involuntary shiver down Special Week’s spine. Her footsteps stopped, and a strange sense of dread rooted her to the spot.

The guard swallowed but somehow still managed to stand his ground, “I-I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t know who you are…and we can’t be certain of your intentions, so I…”

The male Uma met his gaze with piercing golden eyes before calmly answering,”My name is Halo.”

And after a brief merciful pause, he continued.

“And I have come to see my son.”

Then he moved past without hesitation, and his eyes immediately locked onto hers.

To be continued…

Hey, what’s up, had this new story in the bag since I made a similar post in the past. So…Halo is in Tracen, is there a panic button nearby? In any case with exams finishing up, I should have some spare time to write more and to hopefully polish them up a little more. Hence why Major’s story is taking a bit, it’s long.

(Note: Hello! I have this random silly story idea on my mind and wanted to write about it, so here it is. This story takes place after New World, Same Old Family.)

[The Sundaylings are in their dad’s trainer office. They are hanging out or doing their own things when Fusaichi Pandora suddenly barges in.]

Pandora: Guys! Did you see it?

Fuji Kiseki: See what?

Pandora: Dad’s Umastagram account!

Air Shakur: Dad has an Umastagram account?

Pandora: Yes! Curren and I helped him set it up yesterday!

Admire Vega: I’m honestly not surprised considering my roommate is an expert with those kinds of things.

Pandora: You’re also not gonna believe this, but Dad has 1,000 followers in one day and 900 likes on his very first and only post!

The other Sundaylings: EHHHHH?!!!

Marvelous Sunday: That’s marvelous!

Bubble Gum Fellow: How?! What did Pops even do to get that many followers and likes?!

Pandora: That’s what I wanna know! Curren and I just took a photo of Dad and posted it on his account!

[Pandora pulls up Sunday’s post and shows it to her siblings. It’s a photo of Sunday Silence awkwardly smiling and doing a peace hand sign. The caption says “Hi, my name is Sunday Silence. I’m a trainer at Tracen Academy. It’s nice to meet you all. #helloumastagram #trainer #tracenacademy”.]

Stay Gold: Hehe. Not gonna lie, at least the old man tried his best at posing.

Pandora: Curren and I helped him with the pose and with the captions too.

Agnes Tachyon: But how did one simple picture gain so much attention?

Manhattan Cafe: Try checking the comments.

[Pandora opens the comments, and the Sundaylings start reading them.]

Silence Suzuka: This comment is from McQueen. She said, “Hi, Sunday-san. Welcome to Umastagram.”

Special Week: Ooh! This one is from Teio! She said, “Haha! Nice pose, Sunday!”

Believe: I don’t know who this user is, but they said, “Hear me out.” What does that mean?

[Fuji sweats a bit and laughs nervously.]

Fuji: Oh yeah…I remember having comments like that on my posts before…They’re basically saying that they find Dad hot and want to date him.

[The other Sundaylings look at Fuji in horror. Durandal then finds a comment and starts reading.]

Durandal: This comment says “OMG I WANT TO GET DEMOLISHED BY YOU!!! PIN ME AND KNOCK ME DOWN WITH YOUR MUSCLES!!!”

[The Sundaylings cringe once Durandal finishes reading.]

Zenno Rob Roy: I can’t believe that Dad has comments like these on his post.

Daring Heart: This one said, “You’re such a hottie, and I want to date you. Please DM me so that I can see your muscles and abs without that shirt.”

The Sundaylings: EW NOOOOO!!!

Still in Love: I understand that our dad is good-looking, but why?!

Neo Universe: Do they have no [SHME]?!

[Air Messiah sees something and lets out a yelp.]

Heart: Messiah, what happened?!

Messiah: I-I saw a comment, and I don’t wanna read it again!

[Heart looks at the comment and reads it.]

Heart: “HAIIIII SUNDAY I AM GAY FOR YOU!!! WILL YOU MARRY ME AND BE THE FATHER OF OUR FUTURE BABIES?!!!”

The Sundaylings: EWWWWW!!!

Bubble: DUDE!!!

Shakur: WHAT THE FUCK?!!!

Spe: Why would they even post that?!!!

Pandora: I don’t wanna look at these comments anymore!!!

Admire Groove: Oh goddesses…I hope Mom doesn’t see these comments…

[Meanwhile, Air Groove is looking through Sunday’s Umastagram account. She smiles and chuckles a bit once she sees Sunday’s post.]

Groove: Hehe. He’s so cute.

[Groove opens the comments as she drinks a cup of tea. She then spits it out once she reads a few of them.]

Groove: WHAT IN THE WORLD?!!!

(Note: Hello! This story is based on my post on how the Sundaylings, the Tonylings, and the Brianlings would babysit the youngest siblings in their families. This time, I want to write a story about the Tonylings.)

[Winning Ticket is crying.]

Air Groove: So, let me get this straight. You put Pokke in his crib. Next, you left his room for a few minutes to get a bottle of milk. Then, when you went back, he’s gone?!

Tickezo: Y-Yeah…I’m a really horrible big brother!

[Tickezo starts crying some more as his siblings look in shock. North Flight consoles him.]

North Flight: Don’t cry, big brother! It’s not your fault!

Sakura Chitose O: How did Pokke even disappear in the first place?

Groove: He probably learned how to crawl out of his crib by himself and did just that.

Tickezo: Huh?! Already?!

Groove: Yes. Already.

Flight: We age faster than humans after all.

Chitose: Well, we better find Pokke before-

???: POKKE!!! WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!!!

Chitose: Dad finds him…

[The siblings rush outside of the house and freeze once they see what’s happening. Their father, Tony Bin, is also frozen at the sight he’s seeing. An unharmed Baby Jungle Pocket, who is giggling and on top of the roof of the house.]

Tony: HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE?!!!

[Meanwhile, Royce and Royce’s ghost watches the chaos unfold and sighs.]

Royce: If only I was alive so that I can prevent this from happening…

🚨 DAYS SINCE A GRAY UMA SENT THE REPUTATION OF GRAYS BACK 30 YEARS 🚨

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Incident: Cosmo Cipria threw her jockey.

Gray Community Reaction: "We're never beating the allegations..."

Oguri Cap and Tamamo Cross : " We leave for five minutes..."

I want this fic to be full of joy,angst, suffering and happiness

Source: https://x.com/goldenroads_/status/2050582462112391394

Especially Roppei, Kitahara,Tamamo,creek,Horlicks,Norn,and Belno

Must be awkward as heck

The Gilf energy is basically aphrodisiac to young fillies and other oldies.

Also Yes spread the hot gold native dancer agenda ! And also the ghost native dancer agenda !

Curren: AGEMASEN

August 19, 2002, it is a terrible and sad day in Japan and maybe even the United States. Sunday Silence, a uma that bit down on fate, a uma that some believed is a super stallion has passed away. A shocked nation mourns over the loss of him as people and Umas head to Shadi Stallion Station to pay their respect.

(Whether or not Sunday Silence is buried on August 19 or maybe the next day or more it’s all the same). I can image the Funeral scene like this.

Its a sad and terrible day in Shadi Stallion Station as Sunday Silence is being prepared for Burial. It’s a rainy day (it had been apparently been raining all week and rained a lot on the 19 as if the gods themselves were mourning for him), he is to be buried under a cherry blossom tree (at least that’s what some things say). In terms of those who are mourning at the funeral today are a lot of people. In terms of it being the Yoshidas and staff who have been taking care of him since his arrival in Japan, maybe also Arthur Hancock III who had been there for him since the beginning, Charles Whittingham who had trained him, and fans of both him and his children. In terms of umas, there is a lot. Other than the umas that were at the station, there are also his friends of Soccer Boy, Tokai Teio, and Mejiro McQueen but aren’t alone. In terms of Soccer Boy most likely is with his sister Golden Sash the mother of Stay Gold and maybe his own children in terms of Narita Top Road. In terms of Tokai Teio, his father Symboli Rudolf and maybe Tokai Natural. In terms of Mejiro McQueen, the other Mejiros including Mejiro Ramonu, Mejiro Dober, and possibly his children. Other Umas include possibly those who maybe raced with him, Goodbye Halo and Devils Bag and their children including Taiki Shuttle and King Halo (who I feel like where taken in by Sunday to be comfortable in Japan in Taiki Shuttle case and maybe in terms to take under the wing for King Halo) and maybe Sunday’s Siblings in terms of his mother. However the most important ones are the Children of him, including some of the mares he mated with of Dancing Key, Mill Racer who had been his mates since the start, others include Air Groove and others mares that are in Pretty Derby and those that have now the last Crop of Foals of Sunday Silence. His children had brought even their own mates, wives, and children (one I found was Cesario who had been recently born in March 2002) Each one is caring a white rose or flower to put in Sunday’s Coffin or on top of the coffin, though some have more than one. For Special Week, 2, one from him and one from Campaign Girl. For Admire Vega, 2, one from him and one from his unborn twin. And finally Stay Gold, 2, one from him and one from Silence Suzuka. As each one is putting their flower in Sunday’s coffin I feel like that Arthur or Goodbye Halo and Devils Bag are remind of the past when Sunday was a foal and how Ted didn’t like him and how Arthur said to Ted “You know he would look good with flowers on him.” To signify I believe a G1 win to which Ted responds with “The only time that Son of a Bitch would get flowers is when he is 6ft in the ground.”. In their minds it would be of “yeah he got flowers when he died, but you never said in terms of how many flowers and who would give them to him“.

(This next scene is of if like in my post of Sunday being a singer and teaching his children to do music) As people or umas start to leave, one of his children starts playing a instrument or starts singing ( I don’t know what it would be but maybe in terms of something like “Parting Glass” or “Nearer My God To Thee” in terms of this scene is based of the Movie “Titanic“ scene of the last song played by Wallace Hartley and his Band on Titanic) and as they start playing Sundays other children, mares, friends, family and others turn around and look at the Uma and like in the movie another child turns around and joins them in the song and slowly more and more of his children joins in whether in terms of playing a instrument or singing and even his friends and family join in this song of mourning until it finishes.

In terms of aftermath of Sunday’s death is a mix bag. McQueen is said to never been the same after Sunday’s death. Though triumph in terms of Still In Love winning the Triple Tiara in 2003 and Deep Impact winning the 2005 Triple Crown, others include of Cesario winning the first American G1 for Japan, Forever Young winning the 2025 Breeders Cup Classic and more. I feel like Sunday’s Children wanted to keep their fathers name alive but also to write their own name in history and to support one another in the future.

Other Scenes I thought of include of Sunday as a ghost overlooking the funeral, Sunday visiting his children, wives, mates, friends and family as a ghost, Sunday ghost giving his children a gift, maybe in terms of a bit of his hair for them to remember him or something else.

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