#rl ari

[ariiiloves]

Matching icons with @valeave !!!

[lemon-t4rt]

everyone say thank u ari for getting me into sbk…

here’s a vintage from the court episodes :D

alternative versions below;

with an empty one for whatever repurposes anyone wants, if u want to go for it ksks

didnt rly have a chance to incorporate it fully w this one drawing however i like to imagine vintage’s character as some really tall, sorta fairy, deer like creature?? mostly because i find it rl silly to imagine this really tall woman giving law advice to her small monkey client :P

and also bcs vintage’s character has so much potential to just be dressed up in various pretty dresses and outfits.. like yess.. YESSS!!!!! please say u understand my vision i swear

also is it obv i like star symbolism?? nahhh def not

[yumenoyousei]

I asked for a commission of my DC OC Shay from @jnephrite and look at my girl!! 😭 She so pretty I can't even😭😭😭 Always loved @jnephrite art so seeing Shay in hers is a blessing 🙏🏾

And since the fic is almost halfway through posting, I thought, might as well introduce Shay properly!

Full name: Shay Michelle Frank (♀) Occupation: Graphic Designer / YouTuber Height: 5'9"  Birthday: September 16th  ☀Virgo 🌙Aries ⬆Aquarius Proud African American/Haitian & Gothamite  Hobbies: Poetry, Arts, Rap/R&B music, help the Gotham North Community Center, Discover new artists (both musically and visual arts)

Shay was born and raised in Gotham, close to the infamous Crime Alley, by her maternal grandmother, Marie-Monique "Manmi Mo" Antoine, and with her 3 years older brother Zachary "Zee" Frank. Her mother died of childbirth (she had had complications with Zee which was why she was hospitalized when pregnant with Shay) so her whole family distrusted the American health system. This is why when her grandmother was diagnosed with cancer, they didn't go to the hospital and only went to the illegal clinic. (Also; money.) Her father is unknown. 

Ever since young, she went to the Gotham North Community Center, mostly run by the Black and Latinx communities of the Crime Alley neighbourhood. Her grandmother would teach the children about mostly Black literature but also all sorts of arts which is why Shay is such a creative person. That's also where she met Jason Todd for the first time when she was around 4-5.

Her brother very early on started to "run the streets" and started to hang out with bad crews, but always had his heart on his sleeves. He just couldn't find other ways to get money to make sure Shay had the right education/a chance away from crime.

Her grandma died when she was almost 17 and her brother died not even 4 weeks later (2 weeks after her 17th birthday) because of a dispute between gangs. (Allegedly) 

After her grandma and Zee died, she went to live in Metropolis with her second-degree cousin, Jennifer Antoine, until she graduated from university. Even when in Metropolis, she would go as much as she could back to Gotham to see her people/help the center.

She started a YouTube channel talking about Gotham's art and musical scene to change people's persepective of Gotham after too many people at Metropolis U "pitied" her for being a Gothamite. 

As soon as she was about to graduate, she applied to work at Wayne Entreprise back in Gotham. She got a job as a graphic designer and moved back to her city.

At the start of the fic, "Awakening in Gotham", she is 22 and has been working at WE for almost a year.

Read more about Shay (and her love story with Jason) on AO3! (Trying to update every week!)

Random notes about Shay:

As I wrote in the fic's notes, the first reason for creating Shay was: who the fuck would stay in Gotham that isn't a criminal and/or a vigilante??

So I created a black girl who loves her community and sees all it could be while being very conscious of what it is and its dangers. Then I went, hey! she'd be good with Jason while I was starting my Jason Todd Thirst so obv my fic turned into romance. lol

The name comes from Belgian rapper Shay, Montreal-based singer Shay Lia, and Haitian Montreal-based singer Shah Frank. As I was creating Shay I was obsessed with all three of them and the name Shay Frank wouldn't leave me.

Ngl, I gave a lot of me to Shay; like her Haitian roots and GAD but very quickly she went her own way and grew in this character I'm proud of. I'd like to say I also gave her my music taste but she is way more into hip-hop than me and she rejects most of my pop playlists (sadly).

Because Shay was based on me, all her entourage I created is based on people in my rl. lol

I also absolutely wanted her to be friends with Bernard because I absolutely love Bernard (and Bat SO who are civilians? Tim and Jason bonding over the fact their SO are the only civilians in the Batfam?! So many fun things to do!!)

Zee is also a character that I love, based on one of my favourite cousins, and I got lowkey mad at myself halfway through that he was dead. So I have an AU where he didn't die in my head lol 

I'd like to write a oneshot of it when I'm done with this fic.

Last fun fact about Shay that I wasn't able to put in fic yet: all the rogues annoy her (mostly because they cause mayhem that cancel events) but she madly respects Poison Ivy because of her convictions and: "is she wrong tho?" 

I have a lot of other small notes about Shay and the Shay-verse but I'll post the rest when the fic is completed!

[lovingaquarius]

My own little astrology observations ;p

‼️DISCLAIMER‼️

this is completely based on my personal experiences and observations do not take what i say literally i am NOT a professional astrologer 🫶

jj and kiara from “outer banks” are the PERFECT example of a leo and aquarius duo and the best thing is rudy is a LEO IN RL and madison is an AQUARIUS 😩 kinda wanna do a separate post on this…

idk if any other gemini moons like watching reaction videos but i love them sm (this may be a gem placement thing overall)

i feel like sag moons favorite tv/movie genre is comedy/adventure. my brother is a gem sun, sag moon and he refuses to watch scary movies, even tho he’s a scorpio rising?? then again he will fall ASLEEP to scary stories on yt??

heavy aqua placements may make you hard to read to people or seem unpredictable

7h moon synastry may make you and your partner feel like you can feel eachothers emotions or know what they’re thinking/going to say

10h lilith ppl need to get used to people talking ab you, rumors being spread about you or just all around peoples perceptions of you being contrary to how you really are.(i have many favorable placements but this one still has its power 😭) what’s helped me is realizing that everyone’s perceptions of you is purely based on their perception of the world and past experiences with people. it’s rarely even ever about you

i don’t know why but i feel like gemini and sag placements are the types to like anime/video games

if leo moons/venus feel like they’re not getting enough attention or validation in their relationship they will find it somewhere else that is not something they can be without

i hate to validate stereotypes but every person i’ve known with taurus placements in big 6 have a passion for food and sleeping.(one of my old friends had a heavy taurus stellium and she was alllways sleeping/falling asleep and would sometimes fall asleep with food in her mouth 😭)

is there such thing as an aries mars with a low labido??

i feel like water placements (especially pisces) are the ones to listen to and really appreciate Lana del rey’s music or like/romanticize the older eras like 50s-90s (i’m a 7h pisces venus and i’m obsessed w the aesthetic of the 70s flower child )

moon mars synastry is so real yall ofc the whole chart matters but if your persons moon sign is your mars or vice versa there’s just a strong attraction, sometimes you dont even understand why.

the leo and aquarius attraction is so true i can point them out in a crowd and everytime i want them 🙄 it’s suspicious at this point 😑

idk if this is a pisces moon thing but i’ve noticed the pisces moons i know always have their comfort movies they rewatch over and over again and never get tired of. (or prefer to watch what they’ve already seen and like) maybe it’s a nostalgia thing?!?

[jehhskz]

Send this to a stay! Have them describe themselves and see who their followers would “Ship” them with in the group!

💖💖💖

OMG, THIS IS SO CUTE!!

Thanks babe @moonchild9350 for sending me this too, i'm a little nervous ngl 🫣

Okay, let's do this 🫰🏻

I'm the sweetest aries baby you'll ever meet. My passion is kpop and boybands like backstreet boys, i also love to read, dance and it's been awhile, but i love to draw and paint nature, and taking naps.

My friends says i'm very caring and a good listener, i like to let them feel comfort to come and open up to me, but i don't like opening up to them, only to my bestie. I don't assume it in rl, but i'm super romantic, my love language is definitely physical touch, i will suffer if i pass my man and don't give his shoulder a little pat or kiss.

I have two moods: obsessed or not interested, it's something i'm trying to change about myself. And should i mention the possessive personality? I think my Stay-friends are already familiar with that one 🫣

*Please be nice to me 🥹

[faegoddessog]

Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 1/41

Chapter 1: Hey, It's only dinner

Chapter Warnings: none

Series Masterlist

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes wishes involved here. Naughty stuff begins about Chapter 4 so stay tuned!

Chapter 1: "Hey, it's only dinner"

You are sitting on the Gold Coast of Australia, sketching ideas for the remodel you are about to start. The flat is nearby and belongs to your Uncle. You look up and notice a handsome young man walking by, black hair swept up 50’s style, head down, coffee in his hand. He seems to be listening intently to his earphones. As he walks by he is mumbling in a low deep voice, almost like he is repeating whatever he is listening to. As he passes by you hear “I don’t think I’m doing anything wrong. Wrong. Wrroooong.” He sounds a bit like Elvis. You watch as he walks away, appreciating his finely shaped ass.

Later that week, you are overloaded with construction supplies in a ’one trip or bust’ moment trying to get into the elevator. As the doors open, a package starts to fall. “Whoa!” A deep sonorous voice says. Before it hits the floor it is caught by the man in the elevator. You look up into the most gorgeous blue eyes. It’s the guy from the beach.

“Would you like some help?” He says with a stunning smile.

“Thank you, that would be great," you say gratefully. You try to keep cool and suddenly wish you had thought to put on mascara, at least. But here you are, no makeup, in jean shorts, work boots and a questionable t-shirt, hair in a frizzy pony tail face to face with this handsome, dark haired, beautiful man. You get into the elevator with him. “I’m Austin by the way” His fingers touch your hands as he transfers a few items from your arms to his. “Which floor?” Handsome and kind.

You introduce yourself and tell him your floor. “Well, I don’t know what you are doing in about an hour, but if you are up for some heavier lifting, I have a few more things coming later and I could use some help.”

Ever since you started remodeling places abroad, this is the secret to your success. You make friends in the area, usually by asking for help.

“Yeah, I would be happy to help, I was just going to go get coffee, but that can wait,” he seems genuinely willing.

“I was about to make coffee, if you are good with french press, ” you offer as the elevator dings and the doors slide open.

“I wouldn’t want to put you out,” he says a bit shyly.

“Nonsense, I insist! Plus I just got some amazing smelling beans and I need to thank you for your help.” You stop at your door.

“All right, hey we are next door neighbors!” He exclaims, pointing to the next door down.

He carries his armload into the apartment behind you and as he sets things down on the table he finally notices the kind of packages he is carrying. “Looks like you are going to do a project of some kind," he says.

As you make coffee, you explain how this is your uncle's second home and he hired you to remodel it.

“It’s kind of a thing I’ve been doing for the past few years. I have a goal to live on every continent."

“Really? How many have you made it to so far?” he inquires.

“Let’s see, US is home, Hong Kong, Bueno Aries, now here, and I did a stint for the peace corps in Ghana” you tick off your fingers, “ so  out five of seven!”

“Nice!” he says, then thinks for a second, “how do you plan on doing Antarctica?”

“Well, I am in the process of applying to research stations as a maintenance worker. Hopefully I’ll get to go in November!” you cross your fingers.

“Wow, that’s amazing, you really are committed. What made you want to do that?”

You pour him a cup as you shrug, “I was in a pretty brutal accident in my early twenties. It really made me rethink how I wanted to live life. I loved to travel and I had already started flipping houses. I have been doing second properties. It has worked out so far."

“Whoa, Do you mind me asking what happened to you?” he inquires between sips, listening intently.

“It was bicycle vs car. A drunk driver hit me and I went off the road and into a ravine. Broken bones, internal organ damage, No spine or brain injury, thankfully. I was pretty broken for most of my 23rd year.”

“Oh wow. I’m sorry that happened to you,” the kindness in his eyes kind of melts you.

“Thanks Austin. After lots of therapy both physical and mental. I’m good now,” you smile reassuringly.

“I, uh, yeah 23 was hard” he says softly, obviously touching on his own memories, “ I mean, it wasn’t anything like that, but I lost my Mom. She was my biggest supporter and my best friend. It made me rethink my life too.” He talks a bit about his mom and how supportive she was of his budding acting career and how much he misses her.

You reach out and touch his hand, “Oh Austin, I am so sorry," you just want to hug him.

“Thank you,” he says looking into his coffee mug. He takes a big breath, trying to shake off the sudden melancholy. “Actually, I think my mom had a hand in getting me the part I am working on now," he admits. He tells you all about how he is making a movie about Elvis.

“Ah, that explains the hair,” you nod and smile.

“Yeah I’m naturally blonde, just like Elvis” He says, running his fingers through his hair. He explains how singing ‘Unchained Melody' to his mom is what made the director pick him, “that and Denzel put in a good word for me,” he smiles.

“Wait, Denzel? Denzel Washington?! No!” You say unbelievingly.

“Yeah, I got to work with him in the play Iceman Cometh in New York, he is amazing.” He pulls up a selfie of himself, Denzel, and other cast members on stage.

“Oh so you are a fancy pants actor, casually throwing out ‘ me and Denzel’, not just some guy trying to be impressive,” you say teasingly.

“No, no, I’m not fancy," he laughs, “I’m just a regular guy who loves to tell stories. I love the work, the delving into a character and figuring out their humanity, what makes them tick.” He explains. “But like there is SO much information on Elvis, it’s overwhelming.”

“My mom loves Elvis. When I was little, we used to listen to his records while she was working. I was on the balcony yesterday, and I am guessing it was you that had him on. It brought back so many memories!” You remember sitting at the little table in her workroom singing to Jailhouse rock and Blue Suede Shoes.

“I’m glad my practicing was enjoyable, I’m still working on his voice.” Austin says.

“ Wait, were YOU singing?” you realize just how good it sounded.

“Yeah, And playing guitar,” he admits.

“Holy crap Austin, I thought that was a recording. Damn you are good hun!” you say, amazed. He looks down shyly.

“Thank you,” he says with a smile. Shy is really cute on him.

The conversation continues. You talk about acting and jobs and experiences. You vaguely remember there was a live action “The Shannara Chronicles” because you read the book, but you haven’t seen anything else he was in.

“That’s probably for the best, most of that stuff when I was younger was… well, I was young. But it was a place to start,” he says a little sheepishly.

The more you get to know him, the more you feel that spark of attraction. When the delivery comes, you head down together and heft boxes of supplies onto the dolly the delivery driver brought. You can’t help but notice the ease of how Austin’s body moves. The muscles that pop on his arms when he lifts. How he doesn’t shy away from hard work. You think you see him eyeing you too, but don't really catch him at it. After everything is unloaded and stacked in the corner of the living room, you turn to him and say “Austin, I would love to thank you with dinner, I’m a passable cook. Are you free tomorrow night?”

“Well, I would really like that, you are just so easy to talk to. But I do want to be transparent, I have a girlfriend back in L.A..” He informs you.

You put your hands up. “Hey, It’s just dinner with a friendly neighbor. I appreciate the honesty though. You tell me what time.” Yeah, you are a bit bummed, but you aren’t staying more than a few months here.

You agree to 8 the next day. He brings a bottle of wine and you guys talk and laugh and eat.

This starts a trend of having dinner together a couple nights a week at your place. You end up making your signature continent dishes for him. He is kind, a good listener, polite, and his deep voiced southern Elvis drawl that he floats in and out of is delightful.

You talk about everything. Growing up, losing loved ones, relationships, favorite trips, wishes, dreams, religion, god. He can’t help but bring Elvis into every conversation. You actually like learning all the things about Elvis.

Yeah, you are still quite attracted to him. Those high cheekbones and chiseled jaw, gorgeous blue eyes against the black hair make him stunningly handsome, while the freckles on his left cheek give him just enough of an approachable boyish quality.

As you get to know him, you find he is warm, kind, honest, real and present, these qualities are what make him truly attractive to you. You try hard not to flirt outwardly, just be a friend. You don’t dress up for him or hug/touch him unnecessarily . You refuse to be “the other woman.” But dammit if you don't end every dinner wishing he was available.

[mannyriveraeltigre]

Message about what I have been going through (Need to Vent this out):

Ok, a lot of people on my YouTube career have been giving me a lot of negative vibes and I am gonna do a prep Talk and discuss why I don't want to be associated with these people on YouTube or any other social media because I have trust issues with them and they remind me about the people who I will have to talk about as we are here.

1. The first person I need to bring up is Laura Mocanu, Laura has been stealing other people's artwork and it has been pissing me the hell off because I was her victim apart of her art theft bullshit when she stole my bang Design from my hedgehog when I was making designs of my character but with Good mixtures of my own hairstyle and apparently Mocanu has stolen my hair designs and I decided to not share any of my Artworks online because she is apparently still doing it which I cannot take the risk anymore and will say to Laura Mocanu is to Leave me alone and stop other people's arts and stop being a groomer to fucking adults even your a 16 years old Minor who wants to be sexually abused. So as for that you're blocked and I never want to see your face ever again.

2. The second person I want to bring up is SuperMarioWilliam. William Schall has attacked me and bullied me on YouTube since August 2020 over a project me and Fionn O Connor @foc2006 had created for the first time as a movie Career Actor. He has harassed me and Fionn far enough to the point that Fionn had enough drama and decided to leave YouTube. It was a terrible tragedy for him to leave. William was overlapping me with an actor request and Me and Fionn decided to call the acting requests off the hook and William didn't even get the part and still got mad and angry over my Career because I have more content than he does because William's content is trash and disgusting for me to watch so I had bad histories with him and I had to block him off after he harassed my friend Fionn and so many others I cannot recall. But I just want William out of my sight and two I saw what SuperMarioWilliam looks like in RL and he is a grown ass man who pretended to be transgender which I am disgusted and two I even kept all of his proof videos against me when he said he's a the good one which clearly he is a bad guy towards me. So I'd say he's trying to get attention for fucking views. Even worse is Aries Morgan (Her Now Ex Girlfriend) cut ties after the drama happened and they both never talked ever since which I was happy it was over for them. But when I got attacked by him in 2022 he still didn't learn his goddamn mistakes. So my other Boyfriend, Mason Deacon has to dox him and get him into serious trouble and he pussy out and hasn't came after me ever since. I'm glad that taught him a lesson. So as for that, he is blocked and never to be seen on YouTube ever again. Good riddance.

3. The third person I want to bring up is Nathan Kissel (My Ex Boyfriend)

For people that know about Nate, he was a good guy at first and had a good time with me and my friends especially with my career and all. But apparently I was told by one of the individuals saying he was grooming children behind my back. And yes this is true it really did happen. And two, when we started dating in 2022, he had gotten me into Rule 34 and made me the horniest bitch among all people in my group, it spreaded towards my career and I dunno what I could do at this moment but all I wanted to say is, I'm done with Nate and I wished I never met the guy.... I despise the man.... I even lost my other friends because my old actions that really effected me like a virus. So as for that I had to leave a few communities I was a part of and was never to be seen again because of him making me look like a joke. So I'm done with this drama and I am done, so as for that, I have officially blocked Nate and I don't want to be near him ever again Case closed.

(That is all I can say for this case there is more to come by tomorrow so keep an eye out for more victims on my list tomorrow Stay tuned)

[astroyongie]

https://at.tumblr.com/astroyongie/wait-i-s-marks-gf-oh-my-gi-rl-ari-n/8w9wwisfe5jh

are you insinuating that marks gf and arin have beef 😱

I don't know i don't know xD

[astralarchilocus]

Probably should’ve done this a bit ago, but I’m going to start posting the appearance description stuff for the main three human characters of Astral Echoes (it’s technically four but I still need to finish Shiruku’s stuff, and that should be hopefully done by this week). With that said, here’s the description stuff for Ari, and an accompanying artwork of her one of my rl best friends made!

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

———  BASICS! ♡

(PEN)NAME: Ash/Ashton/Jordan

PRONOUNS: He/Him & She/Her

ZODIAC SIGN: Aries / Pig

TAKEN OR SINGLE:  Single

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

1 -  I used to believe that a specific anime show was real and I was destined to go there and be a part of the main cast hero group, I just had to be a certain age and a certain size/build/weight so once I achieved that, they’d come to get me. So, technically, up until 12 or 13 yoa I was waiting for my isekai destiny.

2 -  Jumped back and forth between normal school, homeschool, then normal school again, only to end off with virtual so my school experience as well as my school-taught knowledge is all over the place.

3 -  If you ever need to make me laugh, just link me ‘The Lochness Monster Song’ from Youtube. Because I have horrible humor and that whole thing kills me.

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: I think MSN messenger, Max/Dan/Wiz before they removed the forums, then facebook communities (both via actual pages or just making friends a few or a group at a time and building an indirect community and plot from the overflow of people. idk how i used to handle that lmao), other forums and eventually on and off tumblr, discord, wire. occasionally omegle to email or discord when im desperate.

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: I am open to all, but if it becomes a thread, I definitely prefer reasonable plotting somewhere along the lines, and occasionally popping in for plotting refreshers if needed to keep the plot going!

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: I can write both, but I generally prefer males, unless I just really vibe with a female characters personality and plot and such.

MULTI OR SINGLE: Multimuse half the time, mainly on this blog. I tend to take on a few characters if I have interest and/or experience, just depending on the fandom.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): I don’t have any big opinions on faceclaims, honestly. i’ve used them in the past for OCs or RL examples of book or animated or other such characters. for stuff that has reasonable picture options, i would generally expect those pictures to be used, but im not gonna complain otherwise.

———  FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF: I love it, especially as a sort of balm over formerly stressful content, or its just...so dang cute and addictive. So long as it stays in mine and my partners personal parameters of believable/fitting/appropriate for the scene and our characters unless otherwise being wish fulfillment content.

ANGST: I generally live by it. Sometimes I might have moments where I get really caught up and i overthink the comfort level or consequences and try to solve issues like a RL person rather than trying to tell and enjoy a story but, when I can control that, I thoroughly enjoy some good angst with roleplay partners.

SMUT: I’m totally on board with it. I’ve been known to just throw out fling moments, moreso with characters it makes sense for, but I generally prefer some believable build up. The long pine, slow burn can be amazing, but I also understand and relate to partners who might have those moments of just feeling they and their muse have both gotten a little impatient/it feels like a moment is there and you just take it.

BONUS: I don’t always manage it well but I’ve come to enjoy developing HC’s/fanon for my muses and I adore moments where I get to share that and build some realism and relatability, within reason and accuracy, to my characters..

Tagged by: stolen from @roleplay-abiogenesis2 just cause~ been meaning to do it for a while lol

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it!

[nexxy5]

#635 You are mighty!

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[zumpietoo]

And Here We Have

Some world view, etc that is soooooo fucked up and twisted, every time I read it? I find something new and further disturbing in it:

Ummm.....first off, this goes back to when they rather triumphantly attended RL’s party, which apparently continues to have them triggered, buuuutt....again:

A) while neither half of Cari is remotely “unpopular”, so fucking what if they are? 

B) if they are that “unpopular”, how can they also be Pee Arr?

C) who knew like maybe 2 11 year old fangurls (if this is actually true) constitutes a “majority”/have influence?

D) Yeah, it’s as if Ari simply happens to be the pretty blonde lady COLE prefers and loves----for her MIND, huh? It’s as if he thinks he can be with whomeever, because he wants to and values them as a person, not a decorative object!

E) even if they were the most hideous, washed up, “unpopular”, destitute couple ever, so fucking what? Those are all shallow, superficial things----they’d still have value as human beings, as does everybody else....

We (and this is usually applied to women primarily, so thanks for showing us all what misogynists you are) do not exist exclusively to be decorative. Or for some troll’s amusement approval....none of us do. 

Reducing everything to being completely transactional and done for fame/career/popularity is just beyond vile and disgusting. Frankly, WTF is wrong with you that you see things that way? Why would you everrr think any of this matters?

It’s also, ironically, the definition of “prostitution”, something you keep insisting Ari is for Cole.....except, she has her own career and, even if she didn’t, even if he pays every bill, doesn’t that just make her the less affluent, non-working partner? 

And if that IS your definition of “prostitution”, well, then every non-working/earns less significant other is also a “prostitute”.....and thusly includes PP when she was with Cole (and if your booty call for John Mayer/Chris Evans were true, then, as well), certainly Dayna (with Dylan and Jack Schlossberg) and, OFC, Breetch.....

So yeah, this led me to their “Chantal wants Ari to make a living on her back”...even tho Ari, again, has her own career, family $$$ and, by this argument, every GF Cole’s ever had has been a prostitute.....including, again, your kween....

And LBR, that WAS the only Amy did like about him....because that was likely her goal for PP....I mean, by this argument, she’s certainly Dan’s whore, amirite?

I await your somehow debunking this one.....cuz that’s some corner you’re in rn!

[kaelsblog]

Hello!! Welcome, Kaela Miura's space 🎀

Aries | She Her | I'm 20 y.o

Ur can call me Kael, Miu or anything cute nickname I will accept it well ☆

byf!byf!byf!

I talk a lot abt Tobio Tobio Tobio, Sugawara, Hinata Shoyo, Nishinoya, Isagi, Chigiri, Kurona, Tanjiro, Muichiro, Zenitsu, Sakura Haruka, Suo, Kaji, Jiro, Howl, Naruto, Yuji, Megumi, Asta, Luck, Levi, Mikasa, Oushi, animes, Ghibli, manga, manhwa, movie, music, book, hobbies nd more things I Iove . I sometimes use broken english, also i do rant (im kinda selective im fb)

dfi?dfi?dfi?

You hate animes, hate things I love, homophobic, racist, bring jumpscare, bring war on timeline, minor, ((if)) you hate me nd if you aren't respectfull of other people's trigger

Things I will do ♡

I draw and sometimes write

I repost cute things that I like

Sharing photos of what I did nd dump photo's (rl)

Interact a lot and I will give special calls ur name and small compliments

Talking randomly nd Interact a lot with friends (Timeline)

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 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 37/41

Chapter 37: Elysium’s End

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Cunnilingus, Unprotected PiV, Fellatio, cum kink, sad parting angst

Series Masterlist 

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter 37: Elysium’s End

After your fuck-a thon, you both showered  and decided sleep was in order. His naked form curled around yours for hours. You know because sleep never came for you.  Nervous, excited, mournful, you were bringing all your therapy tools to bear to keep from losing your mind. 

You creep out from under Austin’s harboring arm and slip his robe around your shoulders, it smelled like him, clean, masculine, just a hint of cedar, lavender and myrrh with vanilla undertones, the oil blend he liked to wear sometimes. 

Arguments could be made for it being both ridiculously early and stupendously late.  Sitting at the kitchen island, chin resting on your stacked fists, flip-flopping thoughts race through your mind. The same what-if queries and worries that have been pestering the edges of your consciousness  alongside the excitement for this opportunity. 

Now, actually face to face with your choices, you make some important decisions about how you will deal with the next 7 months. Yes, you are gonna miss Austin, and yes it is scary. But if you spend the whole time moping and whining it would be a waste of your experience. Time to hoist up your Big Girl Unicorn panties and remind yourself of the girl that shipped herself and her tools off to freakin’ Hong Kong to start this crazy adventure. Ok, that girl was running away, but maybe, just maybe she was running to herself in the process. She was brave, she was ballsy as hell, and she wasn’t taking anything for granted. 

You knew you would stay true to Austin, he was just TOO good to you, too good for you.  He would still be there when you left the Ice, and if he wasn’t, then you would at least know… Know what? That this was never real? 

‘Of course it’s real, girl!’

Ah, there she is!

’Quit being a whiny, doubting, little bitch.”

‘Hey! don’t call us names!’ 

“ Well if the shoe fits! You gotta trust him, he fucking loves us. Did you see the way he looked at us last night? Have I ever steered you wrong?” 

‘Well there was that time in Buenos Aries…’ 

“Fuck, I mean about this kinda stuff… we both know I’m a slut that’ll try anything once.” 

You laugh softly. “I guess you are right, I’m too deep in at this point anyway.” you say out loud.

‘In for a penny?’

‘In for a pound.’

Feeling better, but not sleepy, your eyes land upon a stack of sticky notes. With a smile you begin to write notes to Austin. You hide them all over the apartment where he will find them. On his favorite foods in the fridge, his favorite coffee mug, in the microwave, under the spoons, in cabinets you know he’ll open. You quietly open the door to his office and go to work. Hiding some under your favorite pictures of Elvis, placing them under his chair, in his laptop, tucked into his books and in his notes. 

Lucky for you, he keeps his clothes in this closet. So you make sure every one of his clean clothes has at least one note in the pocket, if not two. You tucked them between his underwear and into his clean socks. Happy faces and quotes in and under his shoes. Notes saying I love you, notes carrying silly comments about whatever they got stuck on. Happy thoughts, ‘remember when’s’, song lyrics, and little stick figures  hidden everywhere.  You just go on and on, mostly silly things to let him know that you are thinking of him and to make him think of you when you are gone. You started to count them, but lost count after 100, so you figure around 150 purple square sticky notes are scattered throughout the apartment. 

Your eyes land on the bedside table drawer, you’ve never had cause to open it. Should you leave a note in there? You doubt that he would look there, since it was never used. On a whim you pull open the drawer. There is a tattered old workout shirt of his balled up in it. Weird, why would that be in there? You pull it out, intent on putting it in his wash, when something clatters to the floor, hitting your toe and rolling under the bed. You stifle a curse and reach under the bed, feeling around. You come up with a small, black box with a hinged lid. 

Holy. Mother. Fucker. Is this what you think it is? You look around to make sure he hasn’t woken up and come to find you.   

‘Oh no, we are not opening that!’ you tell yourself.

‘Just a peek,’ she is always up to mischief. 

‘We shouldn’t, it’s probably one of his Elvis-esque rings he likes to wear,’ you rationalize. 

‘Yes, of course, that he keeps wrapped in an old ripped up metallica shirt in the only drawer that you have never looked in before.” 

Before you can argue, it’s open.  It’s a gorgeous diamond ring in the shape of a heart with teardrop sapphires in infinity swirls with channel set diamonds on either side. They perfectly match your necklace and earrings. You are dumbfounded, staring at it for seconds on end. Then you quickly you close the box, wrap it back up the way you *think* it looked before  and shove it back in the drawer. Your heart is beating wildly.

You leave the room and go to the second bathroom and shut the door. You splash cold water on your face and  stare in the mirror. 

What. The. Fuck. Clearly that is meant for you. Clearly you don’t need to worry about him being serious about this relationship. And clearly he didn’t mean for you to find it. FUCK.

‘Told you,’ she smirks.  

“Yeah, thanks,” you say out loud. 

Is it even an engagement ring or just part of the set of jewelry? Apart from telling him you were engaged once, you have never, ever, not even once spoken about marriage to Austin. You haven’t let yourself even begin to think about it since you were burned so hard. How the fuck do you even FEEL about marriage now? 

‘Better figure that out, sweetheart.’

‘So unhelpful all of a sudden,’ you mentally huff.

Do you tell him you found it? Would it ruin everything? Do you just try to forget about it and let yourself be surprised? 

You decide the latter, you don’t want to assume anything  or force his hand in anyway. You would hate for either of you to rush into anything, especially at a time already fraught with emotions. You are kinda glad it happened. This way, whether or not it’s an engagement ring, it gives you the impetus to really look at how you feel. Not that you can figure that out right now. As you think more about it, you find that just the idea that he might, maybe, want to actually make you his, seems to quell every worry you’ve been having about going away. 

Once you calm down and shove the knowledge of the ring into a mental compartment and TRY to close the lid, it's about 5 o’clock in the morning. Austin is still asleep, and you are still on an adrenaline high from finding the uh... thing you are not thinking about and supposed to be forgetting.

You decide to channel your energy into something productive and make biscuits for breakfast.  About 40 minutes later, you have a plate heaped with hot biscuits, butter and jam as well as two insulated travel mugs of hot coffee on a tray. You intend on just setting it on the dresser and curling back into Austin’s arms as though the biscuit fairy left them for you. As you walk towards the master and just before you nudge the door open, you hear Austin sleepily calling your name. 

“Kit’en” he sleepily mumbles again, as you open the door. His hand is haphazardly feeling around for you in the bed, only half awake in the darkened room. 

“Right here, love,” you say, setting the tray down, peeling his robe off your shoulders and sliding into his arms. 

“Whered’ya go?” he curls around you again. 

“I couldn't sleep,” you say.  

“Oh, when I couldn’t find you. I thought you’d left me,” he kisses your forehead, more awake now. 

“Oh Austin, my sweet, sweet love, just because I’m going, doesn't mean I’m leaving you,” you kiss the hollow of this throat. 

“I know, baby, I know. I’m just not… I wasn’t awake enough I guess.” he snuggles you in closer taking a deep breath in,  “and why do I smell baking?” 

“Oh,” you snicker,” I made biscuits.” 

“You are… so silly and so amazing,” he sighs into your eyes in the shadowy room. “When do we have to leave?”

“We need to be driving away by 11, so get ready to leave by 10:30,” you had thought this out several times. 

“So in the shower by ten, if I have my dirty way with you,” he smiles, ”What time is it now?” 

“Almost 6,” Your hand traces a line down to the curve of his butt and along his outer thigh. 

“That might be enough time,” he smiles down at you, and kisses your nose, “I'll be right back.”

He gets up and goes to the bathroom. You snag some mints just to be on the safe side and set your alarm for 9:30 so you don’t have to think about time. 

“I’m sorry you couldn’t sleep,” he says, sliding between the sheets, smelling faintly of toothpaste, “do you want to try to get a little rest before we go?” 

“I’m gonna have 2 weeks of quarantine in a hotel room, I will catch up on sleep then,” you reach for him, ”right now I only want you.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he rolls on top of you, capturing your lips with his. 

His minty kisses are sweet, loving. His lips gently nibbling yours, the tip of his tongue barely peeking out to brush against your lips.  He nibbles and kisses along your jawline to under your  ear and down your neck. His hands roam gently on your upper body, Your fingertips trail along his back and down his arms. 

No matter how many times he has lain on you; kissed you; held you in his arms; you will NEVER get tired of it. 

“What else was on your list from last night, Kitten? Oh yeah, your juices dripping down my chin,“ he waggles his eyebrows and ducks down under the covers. You feel him gently push your legs apart. 

“Oh no,” you say, flipping the covers back.

“But Kitten …,” his look is almost pouty. 

“Oh, you are gonna eat that pussy, I just need to watch you do it,” you push his pillow under yours and lace your hands behind your neck, curving up to watch him work his tongue-in-pussy spells. 

“Who’s pussy?” he smirks, lowering down to his stomach, eyes on yours. 

“Mmmm, yours baby,” your voice gravelly with thirst, completely mesmerized by his sexy blue gaze.

His velvety tongue barely brushes the arch housing your clit. Your chest expands in an inhale. Slowly, but softy, his tongue ever wider, he moves down, down, licking inch by delicious inch. Your eyes widen, but never leave his,  as sparks emanate from everywhere his tongue touches. 

“All yours, every inch of me Austin, all yours,” you hear yourself saying breathily. 

He chuckles and finally breaks eye contact. He buries his face in your cunt, licking a wide swath up your pussy. 

He tilts his head slightly to the left and sucks one of your smooth outer labia into his mouth. As he releases suction, his tongue drags sideways just under your clit, gathering the next inch of your labia into the vacuum of his mouth. He does this over and over, down the entire length of one side of your pussy. 

Your inbreath shaky with each suction, an ‘oh’ out with each taste of his tongue. Near the bottom, he pushes your legs wider and  his tongue reaches deep into your wet cleft, slowly tongue fucking you. 

Your little sounds of pleasure reach his ears and spur him on. He laps up to your clit in short wide licks, then starts down the other side. 

You take in the whole of the picture between your legs.  His eyes are closed in pure indulgence,  his own noises of aroused pleasure flowing into your pussy. His hands: one pressing your right leg wide, the other wrapped under and around the hip crease of your left. You see the inward curve appear and disappear on the sides of his ass as he slowly rutts his cock on the sheets underneath him. 

Oh my god it’s beautiful. So good and so fucking beautiful you may melt and fuse into the bedclothes. The tightness winding deep inside you starts to accelerate. Your hands abandon your neck for his unruly shock of blackest black hair. 

His tongue starts flicking your clit, sucking it in, both hands now wrapped around your hip bones. Your breathy moans quicken, get deeper, louder. He knows you are close by the way your hips are pressing against his face, by the substance of the sounds you are making, by the tugging of his hair. 

He knows you now. 

He knows that all you need now to cum are his long, artful fingers slipping inside you; curling, flicking, fucking you. As he slides them in, your back arches in pleasure and “Fuck YES!” gusts from your mouth. His lips suck your clit in and his head shakes fast between your legs as his fingers go deep. 

You curl up, yanking his head tight to you, hips vibrating against his face. You are staring down at him, forehead creased,  teeth clenched but lips slack, pupils blown with lust. Suddenly his lids raise and his eyes are staring at yours, holding you in his trance, unable to utter a sound. Your pussy clamps down on his fingers, spiraling to your core. Your body revolts from this curled position and throws you down on your back again, breaking the spell of his eyes. 

‘Oh! M- “ you try to pant out, but he is immediately on top of you. His cock ramming into you, filling your pussy with his hard dick. It is fucking amazing. 

You hadn’t stopped cumming from his mouth and you definitely are not done yet. Not with him kissing you with your own juices dripping off his chin.  Not with his hands gripping your hair. Not with the precious weight of his body pinning you to the bed.  Not with the pounding he is giving you. 

He holds your head  tight so your high pitched screams can be muzzled by his demanding mouth. Your fingernails dig into his rear delts, using that as purchase to thrash under him. You are in literal throes of pleasure. 

Suddenly his mouth comes off yours and he grits his teeth sucking in a breath. Then he stops, deep in you. Your panting breaths shaking against his chest.  

“You wanna... watch me cum?” he says between hard breaths. 

He could not have uttered a more scorching question.

“Fuck yes,”  is all you can get out. 

He pulls out of you and rolls you both over. You sit up, catching your breath, as he squirts some lube into his hand.  You back up, straddling one of his thighs, but before he can get his lubed hand to himself, you slide your mouth over his cock. Licking and sucking off your slick.  

“Oh my god, Kitten,” he moans. 

It occurs to you that both his face and cock are covered in your cum. Just the thought has you burning for more.

You pull off and he goes to work on his cock. His fist is light at first, then quickly tighter as it’s evident that it won’t take long. You watch how fucking hot he is and realize your hips are humping his leg. Wet labia grinding along his flexed quads. Now his leg is covered in you too.  

“Fuck baby, ride me. Use me. I fucking love it,” he says with heated breath through clenched teeth. 

His eyes bounce between watching you torment his leg to watching his own hand wrapped around his cock.  

Fist pumping, forearm straining, pecs flexed, brows furrowed, face and cock red. He’s close and holy fuck he is so far past merely hot.   

“Yeah baby,  cum for me. I wanna see it, Oh god you are so…” you can’t finish the thought, your mind is too far gone. 

"Here it comes baby, all for you," he manages to get out. 

Streams of milky white gush from his throbbing cock over his flexed belly and lower chest.

“GAAAAAHHHH FUUUUCK” his voice tearing from his chest, eyes closed. You wrap your hand around his, forcing him to keep stroking himself. Three long jerks of his cock. The last of his semen dripping from him.

“YES! YES! YES!”  he screams on each stroke you make him give himself. His eyes fly open, to meet yours, as if to find a hold on reality. 

Screw reality.

You have never been this ridiculously turned on. You don’t even stop to consider what you are doing, you just want to be covered in his cum too. You swing your leg over him to mount his cum-covered torso. He instinctively flexes his stomach anticipating your weight on him.  You squish down onto his messy stomach, rubbing your frenzied pussy in the milky mess, your hands pressed against his shoulders.

Watching your lips and clit  drag over his sternum in up-close Panavision, his face is a mix of surprise and ruttish arousal. He isn't sure what’s happening and honestly,  neither are you.  

But, as though being whipped by the devil himself, you just can’t stop riding his chest.

“Fucking hot” he grabs your hips to assist your motion. “You like rubbing yourself in my cum? Are you my minxy little cum wench, baby.” 

“Yes, fucking yes,” each word underlined with a forward hip thrust, “It’s MY cum, all of it “ your walls clench down hard and you feel a surge swell inside, ”fucking mine.”  You rise up off him and flick your fingertips across your clit, pushing with your internal muscles.  Sweet clear fluid surges  across his chest. 

 “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” you scream, jerking your hips as you squirt all over him. 

“Oh my fucking god,” he moans, head back, baptized in your essence. 

He pushes your hips back with one hand,  angling his still hard cock with the other. 

Still at your apex when he sinks you onto his cock, you didn’t even know it was what you were missing. He immediately thrusts hard into your saturated and wanting pussy. 

You back arches and your hands come to his bent legs. Bent so he can fuck you harder. He is spurring you on from the inside; deep, solid and fast. 

“Oh my- Oh my- oh my-” you keep repeating as he impales you, "GAAAWWWWWHHHH!” you wail high pitched and loud, head jerking on your neck from his motion. Your next peak roaring through you from center to past your extremities. You swear you are glowing. 

Shaking, you carreen forward onto his bedraggled chest, all moans and uncontrolled twitches. But his hands hold your hips in place, his jaw clenched and nostrils flared.  He is still intent on fucking you, in fact he never misses a beat, driving into you over and over and over. 

You practically flounder on top of him. Your hands scrabbling at this shoulders to find a hand hold, to ground yourself as you become overwhelmed by his ardent fucking. 

Then you are on your back, Austin’s hands lace into yours, holding them above your head. His eyes are black and wild and determined as he pummels into using gravity to fuck you even harder than before. His ancient and primordial need overrides all other sensibilities. 

Under him, anchored by him, you are bellowing nonsense sounds over and over.   Together you are fucking, messy glory and the definition of magnificence in raging pursuit of this riotous, cardinal  ecstasy.

His mouth opens as his eyes shut, releasing the most primal scream you have ever heard. His muscles go taut, the cords of his neck stand out, his face red and dripping with sweat and your cum. His spine snakes above you as his cock spasms, draining whatever he has left inside you. You clench down on him in what, another orgasm? An aftershock? Hard to say since you aren’t sure you ever stopped cumming. He jolts and shakes, almost headbutting you. 

Then, finally spent, you are both just trembling, chests heaving together. Your legs wrap around him, pulling his weight to you. He lets go of your hands and you shroud him in your arms. He nuzzles into your neck, puffing out breath, arms tucked under your shoulders. This is true rapture, you are sure of it, as long as you stay in the right now. 

After some time, he rolls you both onto your sides. Legs and arms still intertwined, you doze, wet, sticky  and so fucking content to just be in the moment. 

Your 9:30 alarm wakes you. Your eyes open to his ocean blue ones. Especially oceanic now as tears fill the inner corner of his one eye and course across the temple of the other.  A sad smile tugs at the corner of his lips as your eyes take in his face. You rise to all fours on top of him. Saying nothing, you merely nod.   Kissing his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, his lips as your own tears mingle with his. 

He crushes you to him. Neither of you want to let go. Tears run freely. 

After a quietly cathartic few minutes, crying and clinging to one another, you drag him into the shower. You wash the mix of cum, sweat, and tears from his gorgeous body, noticing the little half moons your nails left on his shoulders, you rub them and tell him you are sorry. He just shakes his head and smiles at you. He washes your hair, gives you the best shower kisses, and gently and lovingly scrubs your skin head to toe. 

He then seals, with a bevy of loving kisses, each well earned bruise and mark you have from last night’s revelry: bite marks on your neck, finger bruises your wrists, a myriad of bruises on each cheek of your ass, the faint rope marks along your upper thighs and ankles. He finishes on his knees in front of you, pressing kisses onto your mons and outer labia. Water runs down your torso. He laps at the water running down your lips as though it were the water of life. 

You feel yourself start to rise again inside. You look at the clock through the steamy shower stall,  10:01. You look back down at him, tongue probing high between your labia, his eyes asking.  You nod. 

His eyes close and he buries his face in your snatch. You push the shower head to the side, and pull your lips apart for him. His fingers flow inside you. He knows every button you have, every little erotic spot. Every pass of his tongue placed perfectly, every suction the perfect pressure, each drive of his fingers is perfection. In a matter of minutes you are cumming again on his fingers and into his mouth, moaning his name in the heat of the shower.

He stands, kissing you, tasting like you. 

“I’m sorry, I just had to give you one last one,” his voice barely above a  whisper. 

You take his head in your hands, shaking your head and smiling. You plant a deep kiss on his lips. You feel his cock bounce against you, hard yet again. Your eyebrows raise as you pull away from him.

“Do you think you can go again?” you smile at him.

He shrugs with a shy smile, “I don’t think we have time, Kitten.” 

You look at the clock, 10:10. “Wanna know a secret? I lied, we don’t have to leave until 11:15,” and you sink to your knees, his cock in your hand.

Just as he knows you, you know him. Engulfing his wet cock in your mouth,  your tongue swirling his tip. Taking him deep, deep, making him slick with spit. Your hand wraps his cock, pumping in time with your mouth. His moans echo in the tiled shower.  He holds your head and gloriously fucks your mouth. Soon you feel his balls tighten to his body. Your moans urging him on. With a loud groan, his cum spurts down your throat, thick and salty. You swallow him for the last time, at least for a while.  

He lifts you to your feet, kissing you hard. 

You finish showering quickly. He makes little butter and jelly sandwiches out of the biscuits to take with you in the car as you shove the last few essentials into your carry on.  You miraculously leave at 11:00. He had insisted on driving you to the airport in the Range Rover. 

He actually handles driving on the other side of the road with no problem.

You feed him bits of biscuit and sip coffee as you watch him drive. Not caring that Australia is slipping by outside, only that your time with him is. It feels like the end of an era. When you say this to him, his only comment is that all endings are just beginnings in disguise. 

You silently wonder about the little black box wrapped in a metallica shirt, shoved into the drawer of disuse. Was it really meant for you? When, if ever, will he give it to you? Then you shove that thought aside. You are forgetting about it, right?

You’ll be back here, even if just to get your tools and things. But who knows if Austin will still be here. So much is up in the air. But one thing is for certain, you realized in the shower when he was kissing all your little marks, you are ready and willing to spend the rest of your life with those kisses whether or not he asks you to marry him. 

Authors Note: Despite the title, no, this is not the end!