#if anything she'll be the SAME age as him instead of a couple years younger

[kissingarthurclaus]

Now it's 2:30am and inexplicably I'm thinking about Engie 🥺🫶 I'm also thinking about Scout!!

[julie-hollis]

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

Name: Julie Hollis (née Chaichana)

Age: 34

Occupation: Owner of Shear Beauty/Cosmetologist

Affiliation: Neutral

Gender & Pronouns: Cisgender Female (she/her)

Faceclaim: Nattasha Bunprachom (Yoghurt Nattasha)

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

tw child neglect

Julie Chaichana’s mom was only a mother in the loosest sense of the word. But she was the only parent Julie had and no one gets to pick who they're born to.

Her mother was a drifter and a hedonist. Naturally, they travelled through the midwest and the west coast like the wind with each whim. Each new hobby came with a new home, a new city, and a new man.

One of those new men, led to the birth of Julie's younger sister, Wynn. Julie has next to no early memories without Wynn in it. Even with their mother's instability, they had each other and they got along just fine as a pair.

Well-meaning neighbors in one of those new cities noticed. They made some noise after Julie and Wynn spent a whole week alone. With no knowledge of her birth father, Julie's grandmother was forced to take full custody. Wynn had a different situation and was sent to live with her father. Luckily he lived in the same as their grandmother town: Paxton, Arizona. Even if it was the same town, the girls never lived in the same home again. Julie was only ten and Wynn was only seven.

Julie developed a bit of a wild streak as a teenager. Much like her mother, she preferred to spend time with her friends and school went on the back-burner.

Julie technically met her husband, Caid, in middle school, but they didn’t start dating until high school. He was supposed to go to college on a scholarship and Julie was supposed to move with him. She liked cutting hair and there were plenty of salons in the city.

Things didn’t work out that way, though. As that last summer came to a close, things changed. Caid was going off the college path to go to rodeos; instead of moving to the city, he would travel and while Julie could have tagged along things began to sink in: she didn’t want to leave Wynn behind (even if they didn't grow up in the same house; college was a single place for visits), she didn't want to bounce around for years on end. She didn’t want the uncertainty of another loved one constantly coming and going from her life.

So, despite the regret she later felt, she broke things off. They had periods of silence and friendship over the years, but the underlying tension always remained.

When a career-ending injury led Caid back to Paxton for good the silver lining was they were finally on the same page. They were engaged, married, and parents within the next three years.

Shear Beauty was an inheritance of sorts. She was a mother who was hungry and worked hard. When the old lady had to retire and only had a gaggle of sons who didn’t want the place, she gifted it to Julie.

Julie’s been working hard to keep the place competitive amidst the changes to Paxton. Some years have been easier than others, both professionally and personally, but Julie’s determined to keep going for her family and herself.

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐂

Julie likes to think that she doesn't want much out of life. She wants her kids to have a good life: loving parents who love each other, a couple of pets, food in their bellies, a roof over their heads. Stability -- that is all Julie ever wanted and most days she thinks the two of them have it all figured out. Her husband's involvement with the Cowboys has never brought trouble to their door and that's enough for her worry to stay at bay; it doesn't mean they’re gone, though. They might have a roof over their heads and food on the table, but money's never exactly been plenty for the Hollis family. As the town's climate begins to change, Julie finds herself with business offers that are difficult to refuse. For the past couple of years, Julie's managed to stand her ground and keep her eye on the business and her family. She'll do just about anything to protect the life she has. It might not be much to most, but it's hers and Julie will not let it go without a fight.

Inspiration

Camila Dunne (from Daisy Jones and the Six), Tyra Collette (from Friday Night Lights), Astrid Magnussen (from White Oleander)

Aesthetic

Her momma’s smokers cough, locks of hair dusting the floor, laughing while line dancing, a screen door screeching on the track, hoop earrings strewn across a scarred coffee table, work boots with slip dresses

[penacest]

is this anything

i meant to queue this but this is the third time tumblr mobile has posted my draft instead of saving it and i give up 🩵

I don't personally like to use labels for myself and I tend to reflect that on characters, so I don't have specific headcanons regarding their sexuality; but I do think Robin would have a preference for girls. As for Sunday, since he's only ever had eyes on Robin (even the thought of liking someone else was blasphemous), he's never put much thought into his sexuality.

I don't have anything certain for their heights or ages either - I actually thought they were close in height until I saw their models together - I do believe Robin is a couple years younger, however.

Sunday loves to show his affection through words, whether it be cheesy love poems or sappy pet names. Despite that he'd be hesitant to confess first; it'd be a hard situation to navigate (or 'keep under control'), their relationship may change for the better or for the worse, and there's the guilt that comes with the "oh, i'm attracted to my sister" realization. Robin would try to coax him into spilling his feelings, but if it doesn't work, worst case scenario she'll just do it herself.

Robin isn't "allergic to PDA" per se, but being a famous singer, she's gotten used to not being touchy/affectionate with people in public. So Sunday takes every opportunity he gets and initiates PDA more than Robin does.

i think they would both very gently take the bugs outside TT

Due to all of Sunday's inspirations from Catholic priests (specifically during his era as the head of the Oak family - "bronze melodia" and whatnot), and also due to not having his eyes on anyone but Robin, I don't think he has any relationship experience. Robin has travelled plenty, though, so I'm sure she has at least some experience tucked under her wing.

Neither of them are awkward per se, but Robin finds it easy to fluster Sunday... perhaps they would be a little awkward at the start of their relationship. Robin would help him feel more comfortable.

-- explanations for the nsfw one starts from here --

Sunday has no experience in the sex department the same way he has no experience in the relationship department. Robin guiding Sunday for his first time is just an image I like.

I made these images a while back, if I were to re-make them I would put Sunday a little bit higher on the rizz slider... even if he's inexperienced I think he has plenty of rizz (or maybe i just have a thing for freaks)

The sliders for vanilla/kink were determined based on the question "if they had a bad day, would they prefer vanilla or kinky sex?" because I think neither of them would have any kinks off limit. I like to imagine Sunday has some deep, repressed desires that end up coming to the surface during their relationship, therefore he'd like kinky sex more (and also why his horny level is a slight bit higher than Robin's), but Robin would lean more towards vanilla.

submissive sunday haunts every second of my life. he's so pathetic that robin would have to ask him to act dominant. his only concern during sex is his sister's enjoyment. it's not that robin doesn't like taking on a submissive role, it's just that sunday keeps stealing it

I am a heavy sunrobin/robinday switch truther. Robin has pegged Sunday at least twice.

I'm not sure where they'd have "sensitive spots" except for the spots any human would be sensitive from except for their wings. Robin makes sure to show them extra care, especially his clipped wings, that are not illustrated here... u_u

(obligatory "these are just my own thoughts and i love seeing all interpretations of them" disclaimer)

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[majesticbrownjawn]

The Best Man

Things get complicated when the best man looks like him ⬆️ But probably not complicated in the way you’re thinking.

Oldie from Wattpad. ‼️Chris=Erik‼️ I ain’t feel like going thru and changing his name. Deal with it. I wrote it with Erik in mind though. Enjoy boos❤️

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His hands unashamedly gripped her ass, making her jump in shock.

"We can't do this Chris..." her voice faded out in the most unconvincing way, letting him know she was enjoying the moment as much as he was. When he pressed his lips against hers, she kissed him back, forgetting where she was and focused on his tongue entering her mouth. Ms. Johnson was quickly brought back down to Earth when her phone started vibrating in her hand, reminding her it was almost time for the mother/son dance. Sanai was a stickler for things being on schedule and wanted everything to be perfect for Bryan's big day, which to her meant keeping to the strict time table she mapped out.

She finally broke away from the younger man, staring him down with a frustrated look before disappearing into the large crowd of people to find her pursuer's best friend and the groom--her son.

***

Sanai Johnson was a woman with a plan, well, at least since she had become a mother at the age of 16. She fell in love with her son's father, August, and she thought he felt the same until he disappeared six months into her pregnancy. He was from the other side of the tracks, the "right" side. His parents were wealthy and he had earned a scholarship to a prestigious university a few hours away. When he finally showed up fours years later begging for Sanai to take him back so they could be a family, it was way too little, too late. From the moment he stepped back into their lives, he proved to be a great father to Bryan, and that was all she wanted from him. He on the other hand, had just stopped confessing his love for her just over a year ago before their son's 25th birthday--when he showed up to Bryan's party with a woman who looked just a few years older than the birthday boy himself.

It was funny, after all these years of refusing him, Sanai was actually contemplating giving August another chance and then he shows up with with some young girl. Oh well, she thought. She had bigger fish to fry, like planning the wedding she never got to have. It's not that she couldn't have gotten married in the past or sometime in the future for that matter, she was still in her early 40s, but could easily pass for someone a decade younger. She'd loss count of all the times people mistook her for Bryan's sister. Her buxom figure, glowing skin and beautiful features added to her appeal, but she always fell just shy of being completely confident in her appearance.

Where she lacked confidence in the physical, she made up for it in business and street smarts. While August was doing God knows what those four years in college, she graduated from high school early and started working at a museum. Little did she know she'd fall in love with art history and would later become one of the most sought after and well paid art curators in the country. She got to where she was by working hard and staying focused, which for her didn't leave much room for romance.

The wedding weekend had finally come and the guests had started to arrive at her large estate. She planned a series of events designed to make the large 250 person guest list feel a little smaller. This first event, brunch, was purposely hosted at her home to make everyone feel a little more comfortable mingling and getting to know each other.

"Chris!" Bryan was ecstatic to see his best friend who was more like a big brother to him. He flew across the foyer and embraced Chris, who he hadn't seen in almost three years. The two met when Bryan was in the 7th grade and Chris was in the 10th grade at a basketball camp. Chris was Bryan's counselor and the youngster immediately took to the older boy, following him around and following his lead in almost anything he did, except when Chris moved to China. Ms. Johnson wasn't having that. Both men studied business at the same university and started learning Chinese in high school, continuing through college. After graduating, Chris decided to take a job in Beijing making just under seven figures at a budding tech start-up.

"It's been too long, man." Chris was just as excited to see his friend, but was always more reserved than him, being careful to save his energy for just the right time. He knew this weekend would be full of exciting and possibly emotionally draining moments, so he decided to ease his way in.

"So your mom got it like this now? No wonder she invited the wedding party to stay here. This place is massive." He looked around absolutely impressed with his surroundings.

"I know right? When's the last time you've seen her? Like right after I graduated?"

"Yea--high school, I think. Maybe when you moved into your dorm freshman year."

"Well, she's around here somewhere. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you. Let me show you where you'll be staying."

***

Sanai was the kind of woman who always had things under control, but her son's wedding had her out of sorts. She was so hell-bent on everything being perfect that she was stressing about every little detail. She did a self-check about 30 minutes ago, realizing her worries were affecting the time she was having, so she took a couple mimosas to the head to take the edge off.

After settling in, Chris made his way back downstairs and gave himself a tour of the home. Along the way, there was a woman who he couldn't stop looking at from afar as she weaved in and out of the crowd. The red dress she wore was what caught his eye first. Then as he closed in on her, her familiar smile pulled him in, making him wonder if he and Bryan went to college with her because she seemed to know a lot of people here. He approached her from behind, placing his hand on the small of her back and leaned into her, introducing himself.

"Hi, I'm Chris. Do I know you? You look so familiar." When she turned around and he finally got an up close look at her, he immediately knew who she was. "Ms. Johnson?"

She smiled and answered, "In the flesh." Instead of letting her go, he froze, still holding her close as she now faced him.

"Uh, uh--it's good to see you," he finally spoke up, his arm still holding her tight. "You haven't aged a day. You're so...beautiful," he blurted out. It was like he was seeing her for the time. In a way he was, this was his first time seeing her as a man.

"Thank you, Chris. It's good to see you too," she replied blandly, gently patting him on his chest, trying to release herself from his grip. Despite trying to get away from him, Sanai certainly noticed what a handsome man Chris had become. She was on the taller side for a woman, but he easily towered over her at 6'4". His frame was full, with just the right amount of grown man thickness she liked. The rest of brunch Sanai was slightly distracted by Chris, partly because she was so shocked at how much he'd grown up and also because she thought she caught him watching her. It was probably just her imagining things.

That night after dinner at the house with the bridal party, Sanai was cleaning up the living area when she felt a quiet presence enter the space.

"Can I help, Ms. Johnson?"

"Oh, please call me Sanai, you're grown now, Chris."

"Ok. So tell me Sanai, what's your secret?" She looked at him confused. "I meant what I said earlier. You haven't aged. It's incredible. You look incredible." He didn't try to hide the fact that his eyes couldn't stop taking her body in.

She blushed at his comment but tried her best not to act phased by his repeated mention of her looks.

"Well, you certainly have changed."

"I hope that's a good thing," he smirked. "How are you dealing with Bryan getting married? I assume it can't be easy to let go of your only child. And you're single, right? I'm sure you've thought about how lonely it may get, him not being around as much."

"Bryan has been on his own for a while now. I'll manage."

"How?"

"How what?"

"How will you manage, Ms. Johnson?" His tone seemed a bit suggestive, but she figured maybe it was the wine she drank playing tricks on her.

He was, of course being suggestive in the slightest way. His immediate attraction her earlier today threw him off initially, but that wasn't going to happen again this weekend. He decided everything else he'd say and hopefully do to her his weekend would be very deliberate.

"I mean, I'm sure you have needs, right?" He moved closer to her, so close that she had no choice but to look at him As his tilted his head sideways at her seductively.

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"I think you know exactly what I mean, Sanai." Chris' hand slowly traced up the side of her body, carefully following the curve of her hip upwards, stopping just below her bust. She watched his hand closely, allowing his touch to send a shiver up her spine.

"Your behavior is so inappropriate Chris." She said it so sternly that he momentarily forgot he was a grown ass man now who could pursue her without worrying about getting in 'trouble.'

He lifted his hands in surrender and openly watched her as she nervously cleaned up a few more things before heading upstairs. He noticed the way her breathing picked up when he touched her. The goosebumps on her arms told him she enjoyed his hands on her, despite her calling his actions "inappropriate." Chris laid in the bed that night, thinking about her and trying his best to ignore the nagging feeling of his dick hard-pressed against his shorts. The hornier and unsatisfied he was, he figured, the more persistent he'd be about getting a taste of Ms. Johnson.

***

The following afternoon, the bridal party gathered in the foyer of Sanai's home to learn the tango for the reception. After the instructor paired everyone up, Sanai noticed Chris was missing, but remembered he didn't have a partner because as the best man, it was his job to walk the grandmothers and her down the aisle.

"Looking for me?" She jumped at the sound of his voice.

"No, Chris. Why would I be?" She figured if she acted like she was uninterested in his attention that he'd leave her alone. She had another thing coming though. The more time Chris spent in her presence, the more his desire for her increased. Even if he wasn't able to see straight through her hard-to-get act, it wouldn't have stopped him from doing all he could to get her.

He bent down and bowed, lifting his hand to hers, "May I have this dance?" He grabbed her hand but she quickly yanked it away.

"Come on, don't be like that, Sanai."

"Maybe you should call me Ms. Johnson after all."

"I'll call you whatever you want. Just dance with me. Please." He was a little surprised when she took his hand and stood close to him. He took the lead, already familiar with the sensual dance. His hand rested low on her back and he used it to push her lower half into his. Front to front, Sanai could feel Chris' bulge brushing up against her as they moved across the foyer.

"You know I had a crush on you back in the day right?" He whispered closely to her face.

"Excuse me?" She cackled at his comment but he pulled her closer, feeling like she'd walk away from him at any second.

"Honestly, I wasn't even tryna be Bryan's friend at first when we were kids...I just needed an excuse to be around you," he continued. "You were just so creative and kind. I didn't know a mother could be so damn beautiful." Sanai blushed at his memory of her.

"I used to love to come over so I could see you walk around the house in those baggy t-shirts with no bra. Watching you in them little ass shorts had me on hard every time. I can't tell you how many times I had wet dreams about you, Ms. Johnson."

Sanai could feel Chris' excitement pressing up against her. Wisdom urged her to break away from him, but her body begged her to stay put. It had been so long since she allowed a man to be this close to her. And he just smelled and looked so good.

"Are you serious? Why are you telling me this now?" She shouldn't have asked, but her curiosity and her attraction to him was getting the best of her.

"Because it's the truth...and because I always fantasize about being close to you, just like this." The pair was face to face, their foreheads pressed against the other's. Lucky for them, no one would think anything of it because the tango called for that intimate positioning.

"You always fantasize? Or you used to?" She asked her question while looking him square in the eyes.

"Can I cut in?" Bryan's father looked at Chris suspiciously for a moment before taking Sanai's hand and trying to shake off the notion that his son's best friend was doing what it looked like he was doing—pushing up on Sanai. Their interaction would have looked innocent to the average person, but August recognized game when he saw it. He stayed close to Sanai the rest of the day just in case his suspicions about Chris were correct.

***

Hey, can you come downstairs for a minute please?

The text came in to Sanai's phone after 1 a.m. that night.

Who is this?

Guess 😈

I don't have time for games. Who is this?

It's Chris. I want to apologize.

Sanai made her way downstairs cautiously, as not to wake anyone in the house. When she laid eyes on him, she immediately knew she was in trouble. Chris wore a pair of silk pajama pants that left little for her to imagine about how girthy he was and the way his arms looked in the wife beater he wore was already doing things to her.

"He's Bryan's best friend..." She reminded herself as she approached him.

"Do you always talk to yourself?"

"Don't be cute, Chris."

"I hope I'm cute to you."

"I thought you want to apologize for your behavior?"

"Oh yea, I do." The pair was whispering trying not to wake anyone, especially Bryan. It would be hard to explain why they were down here whispering at this hour. Her home was large enough that no one would have heard them anyway, but that fact eluded them both in the moment. "Is there somewhere we can talk without having to whisper?" he asked.

She looked him over trying to decide if she could trust him being alone with her. He'd been so bold the last few days.

She decided she probably couldn't trust him, but still answered, "Sure, follow me."

***

So there are three, maybe four 🤔completed parts to this miniseries but the series itself isn’t completed. Hopefully posting this here will motivate me to finally finish it (it’s been like two years 🥴) I know y’all are waiting on Delicte part 4. Wrote on it some tonight and plan to have it up in the next week. Thanks for reading🖤