#aeris flores.

[bradley-banner]

bradley 📲 aeris.

Bradley: I'm having a garden pool get together with some old friends from school Bradley: you might think its the worst thing ever Bradley: but if you don't you're welcome to come.

[maura-cortes]

🍻 + “ do you regret letting me close ?” Aeris

Her knee jerk reaction is to say yes, to blame Aeris for every single thing that came from the short time they'd decided to spend together. To say he burnt her life down and left her in the ashes.

That wasn't true though, and vodka had a way of making Maura more emotional than normal.

"Yes." She speaks, more of a snap than an answer before she catches herself and lowers her tone to continue, she can already feel her eyes dampening with the memories of everything that night had resulted in.

"but I'm old enough to not be swayed by every boy that shows me attention." It'd been her excuse in her youth, with Ziggy it was supposed to be different, he was her adult relationship, he was the one that she was going to build a life with, and she'd thrown it away for what? Because Aeris had told her she looked hot that night.

Ziggy had given her a similar reaction on the way out of the door and she'd responded with a lighthearted giggle, an I love you, and a kiss that promised he'd see her at the end of her night.

"We both fucked up, I thought he'd forgive, I was wrong and I need you to leave me alone because thats just—" she waves her hand at him, not sure how to get her words out. "I'm tired of hating you when the person I really hate is myself."

@aeris-flores / @ziggykyeons.

[bradley-banner]

with: @aeris-flores

"I know." She hums back in response, and honestly? She wouldn't want a game throwing for her, that'd remove half of the fun of the game. Keeping such a close score between them kept her on her a-game, a little friendly competition.

It was surreal, how people of her past could just whisk away the weight of the world for an hour. Like she was nobody, with no responsibility, just free to figure it out. Reconnecting with Aeris had it's other perks, part of her felt like Beau was about to walk through the door, just like he had when they'd all been teenagers.

( Not that that had ever been the case, Bradleys life was planned before she'd even taken a breath by herself. )

"Interesting tactic." She remarks with an air of seriousness that would concern someone who didn't know she was probably joking, words dancing off of the tip of her tongue as she cocks her brow ever so slightly. "— but you're denying my ability to handle myself." And handle herself she could, Bradley knew the importance of showing her best self to the world, even if that meant a lack of messy nights out.

"Yeah, you have to stick to that one." Probably one of her least favourites. Somehow it required a talent she didn't quite seem to possess all that well, but maybe she'd get lucky. At least until there was a lack of balls to pick from. "I don't eat wings." She answers, half-joking, she could eat wings, but that meant an extra half hour with her personal trainer in the morning, and that was on top of the extra half hour she'd already scheduled just to allow her to be guilt free on the beer.

She leans back against a ceiling beam, a swig of drink passing by her lips as she kept a close eye on the ball that Aeris had picked, an internal wince taking place when he seems to pot the ball ever so easily, but then he misses and that wince removes itself.

Shifting on the balls of her feet, Bradley steps towards the table, switching places with Aeris, her gaze flitting over balls so she could pick the easiest to pot. "Oh you know—" she begins, glancing up for a second "looking at buying property in Malibu." She's sure some people already know, she'd been spotted walking around with a realtor and rumours of her moving home had been swirling for weeks. "You?"

Leaning further into the pool table, she takes aim on her chosen ball and pots it in her allotted pocket with what looks to be much more ease than she feels, sure it'd miss. Same with the next, but then she gets cocky, missing the third.

"I wouldn't throw a game for you, Bradley." Not with this years-long tally. The one he kept track of for so long, until he stopped. That blip of time where Aeris vanished from contact with most people from his teen years until he ended up in Aurora Bay. It isn't that it's so much a fresh start as it is him shedding off what makes him heavy with resentment.

Bradley had been a nice reminder of the past, one of the few welcomed faces. Someone to remind him of the better memories before homelessness and poverty. Aeris has struck up their old games, and he's been keeping track since.

"It's a decent sized cocktail list. At some point I'll be winning just because you can't aim for the pocket. But, it would be a win." Aeris will take that victory, even if it means she's practically falling over. (He wouldn't allow that, he'd be throwing her in the backseat of his car before he'd let her lay down on The Reef's floor.) But…

A win is a win.

"I haven't played one-pocket in forever, but I think the first ball you sink becomes your pocket, right?" That and there's no deals with solids or stripes. Just sink. That part he's certain on. Aeris leans over the table to take aim behind the cue ball, aiming for the lower corner pocket. "Chips are in on the deal. Maybe an order of wings. Habanero flavored."

The first ball sinks, and Aeris barely contains his excitement, cheering. "One point!" Though he sobers up from his excitement when the second ball misses. He's frowning when he straightens, taking to his beer just as Bradley had to hers and gestures for her to take over.

"So, what's new in the world of Bradley?" Attempted small talk for the sake of distraction.

@bradley-banner

[willow-thomas]

Willow: are you going to this halloween thing too? Willow: and also do you have a spare stylus?

@aeris-flores

[dilcne]

closed: @aeris-flores location: nye's ball

It wasn't hard to find Aeris, especially when her eyes had spent the entirety of the ball searching for him. Her thoughts had began playing over their last New Year's Eve, and the events that had led them through the year. She didn't regret loving him, but she regretted telling him and facing the utter rejection of those feelings ever being returned. Nonetheless, she wasn't about to cause another scene... at least in public.

However, there was no Danny Phantom to keep her occupied, and it allowed her feet to wander in the direction of home, him.

"You look nice," she began, her gaze wandering over his attire. Unfortunately, not for his ego, he always loked nice. But it boded well for a conversation starter. Although, perhaps talking would be less beneficial.

A hand extended out towards him.

"Will you dance with me?"

[jazlobos]

closed starter for: @aeris-flores

location: choose your adventure

Taking a step back from the cameras was what Jazmin needed, but she didn't realize it would be this weird without them around. She had to find her place in Aurora Bay and she had been feeling a little uncomfortable with having Ford so close in proximity. She never had a place in this town before so she had to climb that wall as well. She'd adjust and make it through as she always had.

All she needed was to sit down, have a drink and relax for a moment as she picked the ideas in her head to execute her new life.

Just as she lifted her glass, she felt the presence of someone by how stiff the space next to her felt. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." Jaz muttered under her breath after she set her cup down. Out of all the other empty seats far from her, this person just had to sit next to her.

"I don't want anything that you're offering." She said with a slight wave of her hand.

[mackmontgomery]

🕯️ + aeris

"How much longer can possibly be left in this meeting? For a non-yapper, you can sure yap."

"Oh look at how that hair moves when you talk. Real lustrous like. Maybe I should dye my hair black. Fully black, not half and half like I'm rocking right now. Does my hair look stupid right now? Nawh, my hair's sick. I can't believe I was bald this year. Rocked it though. I wonder what Aiden's doing right this very second. Appointments, appointments... What made your mom pick Aeris for a name? That's fun though. Crazy amount of vowels. I'm going to google what it that means. I bet I wouldn't be working here today if my mom named me Thomas. Tomahawk would be an elite name."

send me 🕯️to hear my character’s inner thoughts about your character. // @aeris-flores

[ziggykyeons]

⋆✆✎☹☮

⋆- Your muse’s future dream and why

"To keep doing what I do and keep getting better at it."

✆- What your muse’s phone gallery is filled with?

"An assortment of images that I couldn't possibly show innocent eyes or describe to innocent ears. Use your imagination if you must."

✎- Can your muse draw? How well/How Bad?

"Sure I can. I can draw conclusions and I'm usually right. Actual drawings though? No, not my wheelhouse."

☹- Something that makes your muse sad/upset

"The outdated judicial system in this town. The men here should start off in jail and have to work their way out and I should get to oversee the parole board. Some of you lunatics -- Aeris Flores -- wouldn't even be granted yard time under my regime." @aeris-flores

☮- How much your muse worries about appearance?

"Look at me. What do you think I have to worry about? Let's not be silly."

SEND ONE FOR A HEADCANON I HAVE FOR MY MUSE.

[milaxclarke]

closed: @aeris-flores location: henna booth @ flower festival

"I want something like this." Mila said, practically shoving the phone in front of his face. Her inspiration drawing from the white sundress she adorned upon her.

"Can you do that, or is it too complicated for you?" Her eyes gave him a once over, while the corner of her lips didn't resist urge to curve into a daring smirk.

[fayekwans]

closed: @aeris-flores

location: his apartment

"Ding dong," Faye said flatly as she closed Aeris's front door behind her. She'd demanded a spare key from him as soon as she'd made the official move to Aurora Bay, and while she respected his boundaries enough to not use it all too liberally, she definitely wasn't afraid to use it.

She placed a bottle of bourbon down on the coffee table — a piece offering of sorts for barging into his space. "You haven't been answering my texts."

[yvonnesayler]

Status: Closed for @aeris-flores Location: Driftwood Coffee

Focused as Yvonne is on touching up her lipstick in a pocket-sized mirror, it takes her a second to realize she's blocking someone from reaching the station behind her with all of the accoutrements. "Oh," she says, finishing up and snapping the mirror closed, then grabbing her own coffee off of it, "Sorry." As she steps aside she actually looks at him, then, and realizes she knows him, and had in fact almost definitely slept with him recently. "Oh! Um—Aaron, right? You work at the tattoo parlor. How are you?"

[bradley-banner]

text | aeris x bradley.

Bradley: how do you feel about a high society art event in NYC?

[maura-cortes]

be honest… was aeris worth it?

"No."

"Neither was being truthful."

( @aeris-flores, @ziggykyeons )

[cricketcampbell]

♠ What (if any) tattoos does your character have?

"Oh my God, yay, tattoo tour! I guess I'll just go in order--which, okay, yikes, so my first one's this lady bug, right above my elbow. It was my sixteenth birthday present from my mom; she got a bumblebee in the same spot, because I was bug and she was bee. Libby, get it? Then I got the scorpius constellation under my collarbone for my eighteenth birthday, since I'm, y'know, a scorpio...a little basic, I know, but in my defense, I was eighteen! I didn't get any more until culinary school, when I had this instructor that was always getting on me about not holding my knife right. He'd literally come and draw a red X on my finger to remind me not to hold it out on across the top of the blade, so on the last day of class, I purposely made him come over one last time so he could see that instead of having to draw that X, I'd gotten a little chefs knife tattooed there as, like, a permanent reminder...and then later that night after all of us got drunk to celebrate graduating, I let one of my classmates stick and poke "eat well" onto the finger next to it. They're both pretty faded, so I've def been thinking about getting them touched up."

"What else...well, duh, okay, I'm just going out of order now, because I literally can't not show off my Diet Coke tattoo. Then there's the mushroom on my hip, my angel numbers on the back of my neck, the olive branch behind my ear, some passport stamps from when I was traveling, um, what else... this cute little clothesline on my thigh, the sardines on my ribs--love, love a tinned fish, don't even get me started...and then the rest are really just, like, some impulse Friday the 13th flash ones, like my scorpion, a lava lamp, the frog wearing a cowboy hat on my ankle...that one was Mack, actually. I named him Cheddar, because, like, mac and cheese...it's dumb, but I had to cover him with a bandaid for, like, weeks after we broke up, because he just made me sad to look at, but he really is too cute to ignore, and he definitely turned out way better than the tattoo Mack let me do on him. I'd say that I can't believe he actually let me, but I really can...I just don't think I get why. I don't think I pulled even a single straight line, I was so nervous. Like I’m pretty sure I remember literally closing my eyes at one point."

"But my biggest and the most recent piece is the dinner scape set up that I got from Aeris last August that I'm still so obsessed with. I've been meaning to text him to see if he'd be down to do my next idea...which may or may not be the lobster from the Trader Joe's bag. He's just so cute, sue me! Oh, and then Maura and I just have to figure out where we want to go for our matching ice creams since between the two of us, all four of the artists at Crescent Moon are kind of a no go...but I did just follow this super cool artist named Orla that I was actually gonna send to her and see what she thought about hitting up, so. I feel like I'm probably forgetting one or two, but I think altogether that's...fourteen? Fifteen? I still love them all so much, but I can't think about the permanence of them for too long or I will start to panic."

ft. @mackmontgomery, @aeris-flores, @maura-cortes

Character Appearance Meme

[pcrdita]

who: @aeris-flores where: pitstop

"i'll be with ya in a second." jude calls from underneath the car he was working on, he could hear footsteps pacing up the entrence after a car door slammed shut. the sedan he was tinkering with was decked out with batman decorations, including a large bat sign on the hood, quit the sight to behold. as stange as it looked, it was nice to have a bit of variety when working on the same kind of cars all day to make work interesting.

[dilcne]

closed: @aeris-flores location: their house

Hearing his footsteps above her, usually brought a sense of comfort — she knew he was home, she knew he was safe and more importantly, she wouldn't be leaving disappointed if she knocked on a door with no-one behind it. But since their argument, or rather her attempt at berating him in front of a crowd, the faint thuds only brought her annoyance and irritation.

It was late, and maybe he wasn't alone, but her ears couldn't decipher whether there were two pairs of feet dancing around upstairs, or he was simply a busy man. Either way, it began to drive her insane — maybe with curiosity and jealously in the passenger seat.

She ascended the stairs, purposely stomping her feet, so her arrival wasn't unexpected. With a fist banging on the door, she stood firmly with a frown plastered across her face, only deepening when he eventually came to her.

"Could you be any fucking louder? Tell your girlfriend that some of us have work in the morning and we'd actually like to get some sleep."