#c: aeris flores

[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.

[dilcne]

closed: @aeris-flores location: their complex

Whatever had possessed her into going to an actual rave was now a sworn enemy of hers. Every aspect of the night, including the build up, was completely out of character for Lorna. Right down to the outfit she'd borrowed off a friend to wear that barely covered the parts of her body she wanted hidden. The incessant loud music, excessive drinking and nonchalant drug use, it had all become too much for her, at the late time of three o'clock in the morning mind.

It was a mystery what she had currently coursing her through system and making her stumble, however, she hoped the sensibility she had would have limited her to just alcohol. That was bad enough.

As she reached home, she staggered towards her front door, and for the first time, thankful that she occupied the ground floor. Although, it was short lived, as that gratefulness turned to panic when she was unable to locate her keys in the small clutch she'd brought with her — impressed that it had even survived the night.

Shit.

A few pounds and a weak kick to the door unfortunately didn't blow it down. And she wasn't stupid enough to leave it unlocked. There was only one other option, and she was pretty sure that if she were sober, she'd never venture into this realm of bad ideas.

She practically climbed up the stairs that led to her neighbor's apartment, before slouching herself against the door frame, hands running over her face as her head boomed to a silent beat.

"Aeeeris..." She moaned, before impulsively turning her seated body to deliver a couple of thumps to his door.

"Come on, I need you." Her voice faded out, as a tiredness came over her and her eyes began to close, slowly accepting the fact that she may be spending the night against his door.

[masoncambridge]

Mason was amused at the fact Aeris made it known how bad of an idea of getting matching tattoos was. Hell he wanted to continue pestering him about it but instead kept his mouth shut for once. Which normally was a hard thing for him to do.

"Damn...are you trying to place a curse on me?" He did hear about the itch of always wanting another tattoo, it was almost like having sex so good that you just have to go another few rounds. A smile appeared on his face at the fact he compared sex to getting a tattoo. "Okay okay, I get it...me and my balls will show up."

"Nope. It'll be a curse inked into our skin - inevitable fall-out."

Granted, the fall out between him and Ziggy was self-inflicted, Aeris does know he can't promise to himself to not repeat said actions. Even if not the same exact thing, acting with self control and forethought has never been Aeris's strong suit. "Yeah, yeah," Aeris waves a hand in Mason's face.

"I'll believe it when I see it. But if you ever find your balls, my warning to you is you'll hate it or you'll love it and forever have a tattoo itch."

@masoncambridge

[sleeaze]

𝗴𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗮 "𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗲" 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗴𝗮𝗱𝗼

❝ Love doesn't conquer everything, and whoever thinks it does is a fool.  ❞

B A S I C S –

Name: Gabriela Emiliano Delgado. Nicknames: Goobie (most known as), Goob. Birthday: August 30, 1999. Pronouns: They/them, allows themselves to be she'd by good friends, fucks, and family. Gender/Sex: Non-binary, though when asked their gender they say "dyke". Sexuality: Lesbian. Occupation: Delivery boy at Fired Up, freelance upcoming DJ.

P E R S O N A L I T Y —

+ Resourceful, responsible, steadfast. - Sleazy, vengeful, dishonest. Goobie is very particular with who they let into their life, but to the few friends they have, they're a witty, dedicated friend. More of an active listener than a talker, but they usually always have something to add. Pretty flirtatious when they want to be, but in a cool, toned-down, confident way rather than a fun and easy way. They have the sleep-around gene from their mother, but due to always being left alone as a kid, they're a lot more responsible than she could ever be.

A R R I V A L — ( FALL 2017 )

Goobie's mom made the decision to settle in Aurora Bay after a particularly bad situationship ending. It's close to family and the beach, and Goobie spent a lot of time in the nearby town where they went to summer camp, so it seemed an obvious fit. Although Goobie and their mom live in Crystal Cove now, they spent the first 5 years in Seabrook Quarter.

E X T R A B I T S —

– Originally their middle name was Emilia but they started spelling it Emiliano around the time they came out as a lesbian. – Due to all the summers at camp, they're weirdly good at archery. No real interest in pursuing or further strengthening the skill, but if the function has a bow and arrow, they can turn out. It makes them really fucking good at bar darts, too. – Goobie puts in a LOT of time and effort on their car. It's always washed and waxed, and the interior is kept spotless, save for their front cupholders which always has one empty and one full matcha latte. Despite all that time spent with pizza in the front seat, it never smells like cheese - only bergamot. – Lives the sober life despite their avid partying. They will partake in the occasional molly dose, but rarely, and usually at festivals.

C O N N E C T I O N S —

Aeris Flores: sleaze bag BFF and tattoo artist. Aeris has done most of Goob's tattoos, and in between sessions they can be found shit talking their latest hookups. Santiago De Leon: first cousin once removed. They come from the same big family, and Goobie enjoys gracing their uncle with their annoying presence whenever they feel like it. Mother is currently dating his good friend, Benji, under Santiago's nose. Lorna Dilane: failed hook-up. Perhaps the only person Goobie's been rejected by and became/stayed friends with. They haven't told Aeris, as this was before things got serious between them. Astrid Liu: speed dating pick-up. The reason Goobie even sat down at the event, and they ended up leaving together. Stevie Mackone: co-worker. Goobie will often give Stevie a lift during deliveries, even if they complain about it.

B A C K G R O U N D —

- grew up with single mom, naomi (more commonly known as nomi), who is their best friend in the world. huge huge momma's girl. nomi is a grade A maneater, and due to her maneating ways, she claims she has no idea who goobie's father is, and goobie doesn't care to know. their whole life it's just been them two, and that's how goob likes it - they come from a large family that has always been close, physically and emotionally, but nomi is a bit of a black sheep which means goobie has always felt a sort of disconnect with a lot of their relatives. they always attend all of the familial events, but they're usually on the sidelines listening and watching rather than participating in the conversations, because their mom and her husband-less life is usually is brought up - growing up with a mom who loved to date and party meant goob was on their own a lot, left to fend for themselves for food and entertainment. this meant learning to cook at a young age (and learning to turn the stove off) as well as spending a lot of time watching mtv and, eventually, being chronically online - during some formative years, their mom fucked a guy for longer than normal and even allowed him to keep some personal items at their apartment, which included a very nice record player and a stack of vinyls. eventually the relationship ended but the guy was really sweet so he left the player and vinyls there bc goob was clearly very attached to them. this, combined with their avid mtv watching, triggered a deep interest in music - specifically: making it - around age eight, nomi started sending goob to camp every summer for some good ol' fashioned rough n' tumble outdoor activity. goob actually loved it; they made a 4-lifer friend there right out of the gate. because goob didn't have siblings, they imprinted on this guy almost immediately, and every summer they spent all eight weeks together, and pen-pal'd it the rest of the year. to this day they are best friends - goob began making their own music and attempting to remix other artist's songs in eighth grade. they started by posting a lot of their remixes on soundcloud, and then suffered major embarrassment when some bullies at school got a hold of their acct and blasted them all over the school for making shitty music. this, of course, only resulted in their determination to become really, really fucking good. eventually, over years of practice, they became the dj friend, always scooping the aux for parties. they went to community college and hated it, but spent a lot of time at frat parties there building an audience they never wouldve thought to appeal to. - goob's success as an underground dj is blowing up. most recently, they collaborated with the dare on a song, though it hasn't brought their fame to mega levels or anything. it is really fucking cool, though -goob is an absolute SLUTTTTT. they are such a fucking flirt its not even funny. they have a reputation in the lesbian community for being a heartbreaker and yet they still score</3 like actually a genuine menace. serial cheater unfortunately /: just like their mama!

PENNED BY MIGZ. ( @aurorabayaesthetic )

[elgosdecrist]

COVID-19: Examen tipus test

Avui el consell d’administració de Viuda e Hijos del Gos de Crist SL ha decidit que recrearem una mica preguntes tipus test d’examen d’història d’aquí 20 anys sobre el període coronavirus. Com que esperem que d’aquí 20 anys C’s hagi ja pres possessió del Govern de la Generalitat i hagi erradicat l’ús del català, ho farem en castellà. Som-hi!

Se encuentra usted en la fase 0 de confinamiento, lleva unos pelos que ni Aramís Fuster recién levantada un domingo de Ramos (de ramos de las flores, no del Sergio Ramos, eh) post-noche de les que marquen època y desea arreglarse el pelo. Puede usted acudir a su centro de belleza de confianza (que de día muy bien pero de 21:00h a 5:00h es usado como local de citas con servicios de trans, BDSM y otras modalidades del amor y que el fin de semana abre a las 6:00h y se convierte en medio after medio fleca) en horario de 11:00h a 13:00h siempre y cuando tenga usted el carnet del Super3 en regla, los servicios sociales no le hayan quitado la custodia de su hijo y no se haya comprado un Mazda Coupé de quillo blau elèctric en los últimos 10 años?

a) Sí, puedo ir a la pelu.

b) No, no puedo ir a la pelu.

Se encuentra usted (hombre) en la fase 0 de confinamiento total, hizo hace días un match en Tinder con (se cita textualmente) ‘Lady Cachetitos’ que parece una mujer pero usted sabe que quizá no es del todo mujer pero sigue hablando con “ella” y avivando la llama del amor por aquello de la curiosidad. De tanto chat y tanto emoticono del gatito tirando un beso, por lo que sea y sin ser usted nada de eso, siente el deseo de entregar-se en cos, ànima i esperit a la susodicha Lady Cachetitos. Puede usted ir a su piso (ubicado en Montcada i Reixach) con su Twingo del 2004 con la pegatina del Pont Aeri en la luna trasera del coche, equipado con mascarilla, guantes, gel desinfectante, un látigo de cuero, un antifaz (fantasía, nena!) y una mochila llena de sueños?

a) Sí, viva el amor.

b) No, el amor debe esperar

Se encuentra usted en la fase 2 de confinamiento leyendo el Expansión porque a pesar de no saber hacer una suma de 2 cifras sin cagarse encima, necesita leer prensa económica que la generalista se le queda corta. Puede usted acudir al bar con su camisa del 7 Camicie de doble cuello (tenga en cuenta que ya está harto de ponerse la camiseta de la Décima que le regalaron con el Marca) a criticar la gestión bolivariana del Gobierno de Pedro Sánchez con argumentos adquiridos en La Sexta Noche, el Gato al Agua y Herrera en la Cope?

a) Sí, puedo ir al bar a sentar cátedra e ilustrar al resto de parroquianos

b) No, debo esperar a la fase 3 para mostrar mis grandilocuentes argumentos mientras pico en la barra con una moneda de 2€ pa’que la camarera me haga caso y me ponga la sexta Voll-Damm.

[dilcne]

closed: @aeris-flores location: the carnival

The carnival was something Lorna looked forward to every year. It was another bit of history that gave her a reason to reside in this town. The bright lights, the coming together of the community, the blissful feeling that was able to triumph over the memory of burned down buildings and deceased mayors. She certainly hadn't forgotten the reason behind the importance of this event running smoothly — and she was certain it would.

However, the same couldn't have been said her own night, as she had trailed in a direction that had somehow landed her in front of her upstairs neighbor.

"Aer. I would be lying if I said that your presence here doesn't shock me. You don't look the sort to attend something so... colorful, " she told him, however her words were not harsh, and more of a casual observation. There was a frustration and a happiness that she felt seeing him here, but she wouldn't allow the latter to be outwardly known.

"I've just seen a bunch of dumb blondes go into that fun house. Got confused and thought it was your house for a minute — I mean, you seem to attract the same crowd," she said rather bitterly. "All we're missing now is for one of them to leave unsatisfied and it'd be a perfect replica."

[jazlobos]

"Good." As he should.

Her body stiffened as he continued to be in her space. She knew she should grab her drink and sit somewhere else but something kept her in her seat. It was the draw he had and she hated him for it. Through all the icing each other out; there was still a warmth. She couldn't deny that. "Oh boo." She said it cut and dry as she shrugged.

She rolled her eyes as he spoke, and she shouldn't have expected anything from him just as he did with her. "You could just take accountability, but I know that's a foreign concept to you." That felt good to say and she couldn't hide it with the smirk that grew on her face. She could take accountability. She played fire with fire, but not if that fire wouldn't own up to it knowing it created the fire.

"Anyway Aeris, if you could just stay quiet and pretend I don't exist, like old times, right now. That would be amazing." @aeris-flores

“Cold,” he huffs. “I expect nothing less from you.”

There had been times she wasn’t such a put off, where she was warm and inviting, and the look she tossed his way wasn’t a dead stare. That’s the thing about Jazmin - when she was cold, she was cold. Icier than the arctic. Aeris kinda digs it.

The bartender drops his tequila on the rocks without him having to order — the benefit to frequenting the place — and takes a sip with a hum. His eyebrows furrow when his eyes follow the path of his glass until it meets the counter. “I don’t like games that make it sound like I’ll lose right off the riff.” 

And yep, it ends with pointing the figure in his direction. Why is someone always accusing him of some shit?

“Please. I moved here eight years ago. Don’t take it personally I didn’t keep you updated on my day to day. As for freaking out on you, it’s because you do things like this: get mad at me for literally nothing serious.” 

@jazlobos

[jazlobos]

Jazmin tried to hold on her laughter but failed as it came out as a snort. She shifted in her seat as she thought about the last few instances the two had spoken- if she could call how they spoke to each other at times that. She thought she had left Aeris in LA, but it seemed the ghost of Christmas past wanted to play with her this month.

"Not even if it's you."

She never knew what game Aeris was playing when it came to the two. That didn't mean she couldn't get testy to gauge what their status was. This could be a moment where it was just the two of them or it could be that he was warming her up just to look her dead in the eye as if she didn't exist.

"Hmm," She tilted her head slightly as she looked right at him, "How about we play a guessing game?" She suggested as a small smile formed on her face.

"Let's see..." She trailed off as she leaned on her elbows, "Am I in a mood because a, the last time we talked was god knows when, or b, the last time I saw you, you freaked out on me for literally no reason?" His options were on the table.

"What do you think?" @aeris-flores

Aeris had never known to do best by himself, and it’s the exact reason he takes the empty bar stool beside Jaz. She doesn’t see him, and that makes it easy for him to b-line from the high top he was leaning up against to that open, welcoming spot. An invisible neon sign sat above it saying ‘sit here’ so Aeris does. 

He hasn’t had much luck recently in terms of normal, amicable interactions, so he might as well keep the streak going. If mercury is going to be in retrograde, he’ll face it head on.

( Astrology isn’t his strong suit, he’s just heard about it enough times in the shop from the typical astrology person coming in to add to their patchwork collection. )

“Wow, not even if it’s me?” he counters.

Aeris can’t be sure how she’ll answer that.

“What’s got you in such a mood?”

@jazlobos

[masoncambridge]

"Aw...don't want to share a matching with me? I'm a little hurt." Mason jokingly said as he flashed Aeris puppy eyes before breaking character and laughing. "How about this, I'll wait until your next flash sale and if I like one of the items, I'll personally ask for you to tattoo me and not one of the others. Sounds like a fair deal to me."

“Sure did.” It’s not as bad as it seems. At least his tattoo was friendship memorabilia and not an ex’s name etched over his chest or something. That would be worse. So much worse. To anyone who doesn’t know — and there’s not many that do — he just has a random little alien on his arm. It fits right in there with all the other patchwork.

Aeris waves a hand. “Nah, I’m not going to twist your arm into it. You’ll get a tattoo when you want. No matching, that’s the only rule, but there will be other flash days.”

@masoncambridge

[masoncambridge]

"Someone sounds like they learned their lesson on matching tattoos." He commented with a smug grin, shaking his head. "But you're right about that, I wouldn't want a constant reminder of what a dummy you are when I live with you in my life always reminding me of it." He jokingly said while laughing.

He let out a sigh, his shoulders dropping in defeat at the fact he might as well allow Aeris to tattoo him for the hell of it. At least he could say he got a tattoo instead of wishing for one. He just had a hard time figuring out what he wanted on his body forever.

"There is something really fun about putting your art on people. I can't explain it." In a way, it sounds more sadistic than Aeris really intends. The needle-stabbing part is less what it's about, but the compliment in someone wanting to wear his art? It definitely feels like something else.

His face screws into an expression of disdain, and Aeris quickly cuts in, "Matching tattoos with anyone is a bad idea. Take my word for it." The alien on his arm is a burning reminder of that lesson.

@masoncambridge

[masoncambridge]

"I think you're just wanting to brand me," Mason pointed out laughing. Leave it to Aeris to try and convince him to come in and get a tattoo done. Normally he wouldn't care what sort of tattoo as long as it's something he would appreciate but something like hot girl summer wasn't exactly it for him. "How about we choose something else because hot girl summer...really? Unless you get a matching one then we can have friendship tattoos...aw Aeris, we could be BFFS." He said jokingly.

“Hey, you can’t be upset with me for being right. There are three types of people when it comes to wanting tattoos: those covered who are chill about it, those who have minor patchwork sleeves but nothing massive but make it their personality, and those who want tattoos, say they want them, but never get them.” 

The first two aren’t a bother, really. Those who are proud of them can appreciate the artwork all they want, and those who don’t put meaning behind them? Well, Aeris is one of them. The only ink he has that has a meaning is the matching alien on his arm. It doesn’t hold that much importance now.

“I one-hundred percent know what you’re talking about, and you should get it done. Tomorrow. When the shop opens, I’ll save you a slot of time even though we’re not supposed to.” Early enough in the day the bash won’t be in full swing either. “If you get that, I’ll tattoo the hot girl summer one on myself.”

@masoncambridge

[masoncambridge]

"I feel like if I answer this it will be a trap and I'll be obligated to get a tattoo just because you won't let me live it down." Mason said as he stared at his friend. Thinking it over, it has been awhile since he last got tattooed, it wouldn't be bad and he wasn't the type to have a meaning for a tattoo but he also didn't want some cliche one or one that is dumb. "Listen, I don't want some dinky tattoo that says hot girl summer. Maybe something like...what...those classical tattoo designs with a butt shaped as a heart? You know what I'm talking about?"

Aeris rolls his eyes at Mason’s excuse. “Lame.” It’s a valid excuse, but he won’t be accepting it. “There’s still tomorrow. I’ll even do it.” Being it is after hours, a call in for a Sunday appointment might be last second for the two of his three that decided to be available for flash sales. He can take this one.

“Are are you the sort to say you want one, you’ve always wanted to get a flash tattoo, etcetera, and then you just never go because you just couldn’t settle on a design?”

@masoncambridge

[masoncambridge]

"You see...I don't feel very hot girl summer, so I wouldn't be living up to the whole vibe of it. Besides, I was busy with the shop. One of the employees called out sick so I had to help cover and well...let's just say it was busy." Mason said with a simple shrug his shoulders as he toyed with his phone in hand. "But I was really wanting something...I'm not sure of what."

@aeris-flores

CLOSED STARTER for @masoncambridge at the summer bash

The flash sale has been bringing an influx of customers in, ranging from the straggling tourists to the locals that can finally take a deep breath of relief. The summer is over, and Aurora Bay is due to fall into a lull. Which is exactly why Aeris took advantage of a sale opportunity for this event. He leans toward Mason, his brows raised.

"Why haven't you come down to Crescent Moon for a tat? Could totally see you rocking the 'hot girl summer' one we have on our flash sheets."