[snnydaze]

.✦ ݁˖ snnydaze

independent roleplay blog for palmviewfm. penned by abby (she/her).

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.✦ ݁˖ sullivan vane - the homewrecker.

intro. musings. visuals. starters. all.

[actuallysara]

HUDSON WILLIAMS | Paris Fashion Week 2026

[leslie-knopes]

[savsvane]

i don't know if you know him. he was slowly dropping hints to her during her call, but she was still trying not to push or pry him for too much information. this was truly a rare occurrence, something that probably wasn't going to happen for awhile. sucking in her breath, she pauses for another moment before speaking once more. "is it someone from palmview, i'm just assuming?" she asked. "i mean, you don't have to give me specifics, but you can trust me, sul."

[snnydaze]

"not necessarily." getting away on a technicality - he hadn't been born in palmview. "i'm a well-traveled man." hardly. the occasional vacation - mostly arranged by bored spouses who wanted to bring a little arm candy along with them - was about as much traveling as he usually did. this trip to korea was actually the first one he'd taken himself -- sort of. in a way, he supposed he was now the one who had brought along a little arm candy with him. "...how did it work out for you? the... love thing?"

[daydia]

closed starter who: @sullyvane where: early morning brews

big, brown eyes were glued to the cafe entrance, as nayara waited for sullivan to arrive. she knew what he looked like, knew as much as spencer was willing to share about him, knew he had met sami once. (per sami's report, sullivan was "cool"). yet, she hadn't a chance to talk to him herself. this was important to her, and if he was a good guy, this would be important to him, too.

"oh! sullivan! over here!" her excitement echoed across the coffee shop as she waved a hand in the air, beckoning him over. "i'm so glad you could make it! let me buy you a coffee first before you sit down, okay?" nayara practically jumped out of her chair and started towards the counter, clearly not taking 'no' for answer.

[snnydaze]

normally, sully didn't particularly care too much about what he might look like to other people - sure, he took a lot (arguably too much) pride in his appearance, but his reputation of a known asshole wasn't something he ever really tried to disprove. the opposite, if anything. but this was important. for once, he was trying to make a good impression, to not totally fuck things up for himself by potentially pissing off the mother of spencer's child, and ruining any possible future they could have in the process.

the dark sunglasses remain on his face, covering up the nasty black eye he'd been given the other day - one that was starting to heal, yes, but still very much there at this point, and he wasn't sure the story behind it would do much to impress nayara. "he-" he doesn't even manage to get out a full greeting before she's on the move, left with his hand hovering over the back of the chair. "uh... okay." maybe he should have told her earlier that he wasn't a coffee drinker, but it seemed a little late for that now. he'd just have to fake sips, like a woman trying to hide her pregnancy.

[ziss0u]

"bullshit that's given you a black eye, sullivan. i don't think that's just it." eventually morgan would find out what had gone down today, people in this town talk, she knew that at least she would get the gist, whether sullivan tells her all about it or not.

"i think we're both going to get in trouble with some people, if i let you do whatever it is you want to do, love. and i am here telling you that it is a bad idea. let's just focus on taking care of that eye..." morgan exhales at his question, perhaps this is a good distraction, have him think about something else instead of going back. "there's specific types of cheese that can be chosen to make grilled cheese. it depends on one's preference. and bread, too." any topic at this point would help both of them. not long after, they're outside a convenience store. "let me grab something to ice that, and something for you to eat. stay in the car, okay?"

[snnydaze]

"how is me getting a black eye my fault? shouldn't you be blaming the dude that sucker punched me? don't see anyone giving him a hard time." sully is well aware that he showed up looking for a fight - knocking over the cake was proof of that, if the interruption of the ceremony itself wasn't, but, in his opinion, it had all been justified. in the name of love -- or something.

"what 'people'? the mob? they're rich, but they're not that rich." and he was pretty sure the mob didn't really care if mrs. henderson had a boy toy on the side or not - especially when her own husband hadn't seemed to, until a few weeks ago.

"well, let's call her up then, get the recipe." sully jumps on the first excuse offered, holding out his hand as he asks, "can i borrow your phone?" convenient timing that his had just died, so he doesn't have to admit to the fact that he couldn't contact her on his own because he'd been blocked. his attention briefly moves to the gas station when he realizes they'd come to a stop, before it's fully brought to morgan. "i'll stay here and talk to her."

[strynights]

🌈 closed starter: utp ( @snnydaze ) 🌈 location: electric light club beach

marisol had spent an embarrassingly long amount of time wandering around the beach club before she’d finally worked up the courage to approach the pride-themed photo booth. she’d admired it from afar first, smiling to herself every time another group emerged laughing with little strips of photos clutched between their fingers. by the time she stepped inside, she’d somehow managed to collect far too many props between heart-shaped sunglasses perched on top of her head, a feather boa hanging loosely around her shoulders, and a tiny rainbow cowboy hat that absolutely refused not to slide a little to the side. after fumbling with the touchscreen for a solid minute, she realized the countdown had already started. “oh, wait, no, i wasn’t…” she laughed to herself, nearly dropping everything as she scrambled to hit a pose before the first flash went off. clearly she didn’t plan this right. snap! snap! snap! every photo being taken was just further proof that she had seriously miscalculated how many props she could handle at once and how quickly she could pose. the strip came out with one of her mid laugh and the rest just blurry struggles. turning toward the nearest person lingering outside the curtain with an apologetic grin. “okay, i have to admit defeat…would you wanna come steal the second round with me? i promise i’m getting better at this. probably. just a little bit.”

[snnydaze]

xio feels a little guilty for laughing at marisol's struggle, but watching the cowboy hat as it slid off her head for the third time made it slip out before she could stop herself. "hang on." the least she could do was help her out, and so, once she's managed to control her laughter, she's quick to move in, trying to help marisol arrange the props in a way that won't make them all fall off mid-pose. "here, i think... there we go." once everything seems a bit more stable, she steps back, surveying the scene to make sure nothing will slip this time. "oh, i'm game. but you get those solo shots first. i can wait."

[ziss0u]

"i may need to catch to everything that has transpired today." fortunately enough, the time the woman has checked her phone, she sees sullivan's message of needing a ride. she knew most people would disagree with her helping the man, given how she's witnessed most people have interacted with him, yet something in her makes her not want to leave him alone, especially in this state.

she didn't miss how sullivan puts his hand on his chest, letting out a deep sigh. "do you want to talk about it, sullivan?" she knew it's better to have it let out than keep it to yourself, most especially when she has an inkling on what caused for him to end up like this in the first place. "my car is very spacious for another one, yet. but... are we even certain that she... would want to come with us, hmm, sully?" she glances at him for a moment, waiting for his response. "how does she make your grilled cheese? does she ever tell you, or that's a secret?"

[snnydaze]

"most of it's a bunch of bullshit." a bunch of bullshit started by him, but he doesn't point that out. not when he's too busy pouting, and sending off texts that go undelivered, in hopes that maybe one will go through. "what is there to talk about?" plenty, probably, but what was available to discuss, and what he actually wanted to were two very different things.

"she's a liar." a liar who he was desperately trying to find a magic way to fix things with -- one that didn't include him having to apologize. "why wouldn't she? your car looks clean to me." as if that was the issue here. "...what do you mean? with... cheese, and... bread. a stove. ...have you never had grilled cheese before?" he looks over at her, a little incredulously, but it's enough to momentarily distract him from his phone. "...and love, she said, but... clearly that was just another lie."

[mxdnxghtvellxchor]

closed thread for @snnydaze | safiya x sully

where: yoga studio

Safiya wasn't entirely sure how she'd let one of the nurses convince her to sign up for a yoga class. Actually, that wasn't true. She knew exactly how. "It'll help with stress," they'd said. "You'll love it," they'd insisted.

What they hadn't mentioned was how intimidating it was walking into a room full of people who looked like they'd been born knowing how to balance on one foot.

Yoga mat tucked beneath her arm and water bottle in hand, Safiya lingered near the doorway for a moment before spotting the instructor. A smile came easily as she made her way over. "Hi." She laughed softly, almost apologetically. "Please tell me you've had people who've never done this before."

[snnydaze]

sully looks up when he realizes he's being addressed, setting his phone to do not disturb mode before putting it aside - showing at least the bare minimum of being professional -- even if the words that come out of his mouth next kind of undo that effort. "relax. i've popped plenty of cherries." he takes a swig from the water bottle beside him and nods towards her, hoping to ease at least some of the obvious nerves she has. "don't worry, everyone in here started off as a beginner at one point, okay? it's not a contest, just... try and keep up, do what you can, and i'm around to help out with whatever you get stuck on, okay?"

[plaalacking]

sully's  daintily  manhandling  isn't  as  dainty  as  marlowe'd  expect,  but  despite  being  three  apples  tall,  she's  a  sturdy  girl.  even  if  he's  whacked  her  head  against  the  door  frame,  she'd  walk  it  off  in  no  time.  settles  on  the  pile  of  exercise  mats  as  if  that  was  her  throne.  “  no,  i  don't  believe  in  people  owning  so  much  money  they're  classified  rich.  why  would  they  have  that  much  money,  but  other  people  are  starving?  ”  it's  a  rhetorical  questions  she  doesn't  expect  answers  to.  reaches  out  to  pet  his  biceps,  squeezing  the  muscle  a  little  with  a  sultry  look  on  her  face.  “  wait  here.  ”  she  abruptly  gets  up  from  her  throne  and  walks  towards  the  door,  closing  it.  then,  ever  so  inconspicuously  takes  out  the  key  from  her  pocket,  locks  the  door  and  hides  it  into  her  bra.  she  turns  around,  beaming.  “  so  no  one  can  interrupt  us.  ”  as  she  settles  back  once  again,  this  time  her  hand  lands  on  his  upper  thigh.  “  so  tell  me.  ”  a  beat,  marlowe  licks  her  lower  lip.  “  do  you  need  professional  help?  ”

[snnydaze]

"sounds like a them problem." sully shrugs - not like he had that kind of money, anyway, but he'd never exactly been particularly worried about the financial plights of others. he watches as she gets up again, wondering if he's already ruined this and she's ditching him - wouldn't even be the fastest he'd ever fucked up a date, honestly - but he's relieved to see that she's only settling in, instead, and a momentary genuine smile crosses his expression, before it's quickly replaced by his usual smirk when he realizes what he's doing. "...professional help? like... with what?"

[vesperareigns]

₊ ✵ ⁺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWITH THE AMOUNT OF AUDACITY THAT this man had, Sarin wishes he could just shove that stainless steel ice cream scoop into Sullivan’s mouth. Of course, it stays just as an intrusive thought in his head because he had another plan in mind, something far more possible. Oh, yes, his payback will come in just about a couple of minutes or so. “Right, sorry, my bad.” Then, he decides to stay silent as he waits for Sullivan’s turn at the counter. Immediately closing the distance between them oh-so-subtly, Sarin blurts out his order at the perfect timing right after Sullivan was done with his. “A scoop each of caramel, coconut and cookies & cream with sprinkles on top please.” Grinning at the staff, Sarin pats Sullivan on his back and raises his voice slightly, “Damn. Thanks Daddy!” Not wasting another second more, he takes long strides over to the pick-up area, hoping to make a quick dash once he gets his hands on the icy treat.

@snnydaze

[snnydaze]

sully happily collects his cone and moves to step aside, so focused on getting that first lick that he doesn't notice sarin moving in until he's nearly bumping into him, left momentarily surprised - and, more so, confused by the sudden shift in tone. "'daddy'?" he repeats, looking over to the shop employee behind the desk, and then back at sarin, raising an eyebrow at him. "that twink is your 'daddy'? he's even smaller than you, dude."

[strynights]

mateo let out a long, defeated sigh the second sully's arm landed across his shoulders, instinctively leaning away even though he knew it wouldn't make much of a difference. "what? no. i was just trying to be nice." he takes a second to look the other over, then he looks back towards the bartender heading in their direction, and he accepts his fate. it wasn't like he disliked being around sully. he didn't, actually. it just threw mateo off that one person, out of all the billions that lived on earth, this one person has managed to find a way to get under his skin in ways he didn't know possible. and he couldn't understand it because, why? why did the universe have to give that ability to someone? perhaps the worst part, at least the more confusing one, was why mateo felt he needed to seek it out when sully didn't come around for longer than a few days. maybe he was secretly a masochist. "one drink, sully," he said, lifting a finger as though laying down a very serious rule. "just one. if you can handle another." he looked back at his friend, one brow arching skeptically. "actually…can you handle another? because i'm getting mixed signals over here." ( @snnydaze )

[snnydaze]

"nice, right." sully repeats, with a tone that makes it obvious he doesn't believe it's not more than that. "it's okay to want to hook up with hot people, you know. it doesn't make you a bad person. and i won't tell anyone." a lie - he couldn't keep his mouth shut to save his life. at least... not when it'd bring him entertainment to blab it out. "oh, i can handle plenty, baby boy." that part was a little more true, maybe, though it had more to do with sully not knowing what his limits were, and less about any kind of resilience on his end. "really? 'cause the only signal i've got is one telling me i need another drink, so... chop chop."

[freaksgeeks]

“okay,  i  –  not  that  type  of  fairy…  like  fae  sorta  situation.”  abel  explains  with  a  slight  frown,  “and  i  think  they're  pretty  hetero  from  what  i've  heard.  lots  of  millennial  moms  and  young  women  read  'em.”  he  sets  the  book  down,  “so…  if  anything,  i  probably  should  reserve  reading  until  after  pride  months  ends.”  or  maybe  just  not  read  it  at  all. 

[snnydaze]

"i'm fucking with you." sully relents, setting one of the books back down on a display - not where it belonged, but someone would figure out for him where it was meant to go. "okay, but if you're getting it, and it's a girly thing, doesn't that basically, like, inherently make it kinda gay?" he points out, abandoning another book from the collection he'd picked up. "if you're really worried about it, though, maybe just get some dude off while you're reading it. balances it out."

[savsvane]

savannah continued to let sully speak on the other side of the line, hearing the uncertainty and anxiety in his tone. while they often had their differences, especially as of late, she still wished she could be there for him in this moment. she wished she wasn't so far away, having to offer her big sister wisdom through the phone. taking a breath, the blonde nodded her head. "it doesn't sound like a noodle-induced psychosis to me," she spoke in a low voice. "it seems like you're feeling something, which isn't a bad thing sully. maybe it's just a hunch, but i have a feeling i might know who this could be about. do i, sul?" she asked.

[snnydaze]

damn it. noodle-induced psychosis would be a lot easier to handle than... whatever this was. at least there was a chance of that passing. a cure, possibly. but... love? not so easily solvable. "...probably not." he bluffs, like he's hoping that, if he spends enough time beating around the bush, maybe the problem will just solve itself, before he fully has to come to terms with it. "i don't know if you know him. uh, i mean, them." shit. he'd already given too many details.

[h0tblood]

for  as  oblivious  spencer  can  be  sometimes,  he  can  at  least  tell  that  this  trip  means  more  to  sully  than  he  lets  on.  he  can  see  it  on  his  face,  the  way  his  voice  shakes  when  he  talks.  the  features  on  his  face  soften  just  looking  at  him.  it's  not  hard  to  see  how  important  this  all  is  to  him,  and  he's  careful  not  to  overwhelm  him  any  further  than  he  must  already  be.  “  sure,  ”  he  quietly  settles  on  saying.  it  would  be  so  easy  right  now,  to  reach  out  and  offer  some  sort  of  comfort,  but  truthfully  he's  not  sure  if  it's  something  he  should  do,  or  something  he  could  do.  so  he  keeps  his  hands  to  himself,  but  ultimately  stays  close.  his  mother  always  told  him  the  best  way  to  comfort  someone  is  to  be  present for them,  after  all.

[snnydaze]

the air is weird - and he's not sure he can blame it on the country, as much as he would love to find a scapegoat to push all his own issues onto. no, this time, he knows it's him - he just can't decide if it's the korea or the spencer of it all, and, honestly, he's not sure which would be worse. with korea, there's a hell of a lot to unpack, an entire lifetime of lies and unanswered questions, avoided conversations he's not sure he wants to have, but... with spencer, well... somehow, that seems even more complicated.

there's a risk there, one of getting hurt, of losing something that he knows is more important to him than he wants to admit -- a feeling he's almost positive isn't reciprocated. the third option, of course, one of avoiding talking about any of it, and, instead, putting all his focus onto spicy noodles, great sex, and what he's going to wear when they go out tonight, well... that just sounds way better than either of the other two. after all, it had worked for him so far, hadn't it?

sully pushes on, dragging his suitcase along the sidewalk and continuing the rest of the journey to the hotel in silence, only stopping again once they've reached the building. "do you have any special requests you want me to ask about when i check us in?" he leans back against the door, holding it open so spencer can pass him, taking the opportunity to give him a slow once-over. "like, do they need a specific kind of chair to fit your ass, or...?"

[plaalacking]

the  yoko  comment  is  in  the  back  in  her  head,  buried  but  not  too  deep,  knocking  on  the  front  of  her  brain  everytime  she  sees  xio.  which  isn't  a  lot,  but  maybe  more  often  than  she's  comfortable  with.  marlowe  still  doesn't  see  how  she's  breaking  the  band  apart  -  thinks  that  her  reaction  is  adequate  (  or,  sometimes,  she  thinks  she  should  actually  overreact  more  ). 

the  bitterness  in  xio's  voice  takes  her  aback,  reinforcing  her  belief.  xio  is  in  love  with  sage.  she  knew  it  !  she  knew  it  !  shakes  off  the  initial  shock,  dark  brows  furrow  together.  “  i  think  you're  madly  in  love  with  him  and  that's  the  issue.  ”  shifts  her  weight  from  one  leg  to  another,  feeling  like  a  deer  caught  in  headlights.  “  w-well,  ”  voice  cracks,  marlows  clears  her  throat  to  continue,  “  i  only  asked  you  a  couple  of  questions  and  ever  since  you  have  been  ….  "  what  xio  is  stays  unsaid.  despite  being  drunk  and  high,  marlowe  isn't  so  far  gone  to  say  ‘bitch’  outright. 

“  i  believe  my  worries  are  like  sensible.  i'd  like  to  be  serious  with  sage,  but  your  weird  sex  cult  and  your  obvious  crush  turned  resentment  doesn't  make  it  easy.  i  don't  understand  how  i  am  the  wrong  one  in  all  of  this  !  if  sage  wanted  to  date  you,  they  would  !  ”  ah,  there  it  is.  marlowe  can  raise  her  voice  after  all.

[snnydaze]

"oh my god." the loudness of xio's voice in that moment startles even her - she's not sure she's ever heard herself get this frustrated, but she was sick and tired of running in circles here. marlowe wasn't listening, and she was starting to think this was just never going to be solved. not unless someone was removed from the equation -- and that someone was starting to feel closer and closer to being herself.

"you know what? i'm done." the drink in front of her is finished off, and the empty glass is pushed to the center of the table before xio slips out of the booth, feeling utterly ridiculous, in this sexy shaggy costume she'd picked out earlier, regretting the choice now. "you want things to be serious with sage? exclusive access to him? fine. you can be the one to tell him i'm leaving." whether she meant her birthday party -- or something more -- even she wasn't totally sure at the moment, but one thing she knew was that this had to stop.

[ard0rs]

⋆.°    ᝰ.ᐟ     “  listen  …  ”  avery starts.  “  yes.  but at least you’re honest about it.  ”  a light laugh escapes their lips at xio’s confession.  “  that’s why they’re models,  right  ?  pretty people wearing pretty clothes.  it makes sense  !  if you’re not paying attention to the clothes then you’re paying attention to the people so i guess that counts for something.  ”  //  @snnydaze

[snnydaze]

"i really don't think i can be blamed for it. not entirely, at least. it's not my fault i'm not immune to a good looking lady." xio chuckles, leaning back a little in the seat, mind briefly wandering as she tries to decide if it would be weird or not to try and get a phone number or two from the aforementioned good-looking ladies. "i mean, modeling is still an art form, right? i was still watching the show - even if it wasn't what the designers probably hoped for."