anon request: Hey can you do a bunch of cute Auston Matthews imagines? I’m so sad about their loss but so extraordinarily proud of them and how they’ve played this season especially in this series! Some Auston imagines would be much appreciated right now!
i liked this one alot although i dont know much about austons family i made much of it up other than his parents and my spanish is all google translate since im canadian i learn french:))
requests are open:))
“aus stop” i grinned at hit as he kept trying to throw me over his shoulder. today we were on vacation in arizona visiting austons family. since i was canadian it wasn’t like i was missing anything this week. as of right now we were in austons huge backyard waiting for all of his family to arrive for the party.
it was about half hour till people began arriving. i was in the kitchen helping ema bring out some finger foods. “so how’s auston been?” she asked breaking the silence. “he’s been good,was stressed during the off season” i laughed awkwardly although she nodded agreeing with me.
“tia!” was yelled from across the room. all i could see was the blonde hair of a litte girl running through. “hola bonita niña” ema spoke in spanish to the little girl, she just smiled in response. “do you want anything to eat kayla?” ema asked and she nodded. ema brought kayla outside to the backyard for some food, i stayed in the kitchen to cut up some more vegetables since someone brought in an empty tray.
“i always thought a girl who knew her way around the kitchen was hot” i heard the deep voice that sounded all too familiar from behind me. i turned around and saw auston standing there with open arms. “where have you been?” he asked after i accepted his embrace. i took a look at the clock and saw i’ve been in here for forty five minutes.
“i was just helping out your mom and we were talking and then kayla came in” i shrugged turning my back on him and beginning to cut up some more vegetables but i soon got side tracked once i felt two strong arms wrap tightly around my waist. “what would you like matthews?” i asked already knowing he wasn’t usually this cuddly.
“well now that your asking” he spun me around and pressed me against the counter. “is like you to come meet everyone they keep asking where you are” he smiled and pulled me in for a kiss. i quickly responded but he pulled away. “plus they think your fake” he mumbled and i began laughing uncontrollably.
“shut up” he pretend to be angry but failed when he saw my red face from holding in laughter. “comon” he smiled and pulled me outside. the whole matthews family turned their heads to me and i just kinda froze. i could hear auston chuckling behind me. i felt him push me forward saying something along the lines “they don’t bite.”
i awkwardly walked across the large yard and thankfully ema broke the silence. “the food is on that table, and stop looking at
y/n!” she pointed at the long table containing lots of food for the big group. many of austons friends were also here and some of his sisters friends.
“you must be y/n” i turned to see a short woman with grey hair and another with blonde hair who much looked like kayla. “hi yes i am” i waved awkwardly. “what!?” the older, shorter woman yelled.
“mamà!” the blonde woman said louder. “esto es y/n” i recognized the language they’re speaking is spanish but i don’t know what they were saying. auston quickly took note of this and translated it for me, “sammy told abuela what your name was” he nodded as abuela began speaking again.
“ella es bonita y bonita nombre” abuela said, i just smiled because i had no idea what she said. then auston leaned in once more, “she said your nice and you have a pretty name” i smiled at her and gave her a hug. “gracias” i said hoping i got it right. coming from canada we learned french and i wasn’t exactly gonna say merci.
“c'mere” auston said pulling me over to the food table. “lets eat i don’t want you to get too tired of my family” he smiled and grabbed myself and him a plate. “i could
never get tired of the matthews family” i laughed. “especially not of you aus” i kissed his cheek then scooted infront of him to get some food.
after a few hours of meeting his family and taking an immediate liking to them and hopefully them taking an immediate liking to me we played many games some with the whole family and some with just the adults playing games like cards against humanity.
“auston” both auston and i heard a voice in the distance. “auston!” dean and jillian austons little cousins along with a few other children came running up to him. “are you and y/n gonna watch the fireworks with us?” dean asked shyly but he had a slight bounce in his feet. auston looked and me and i just smiled.
“yeah definitely, y/n and i will meet up with you guys. when do the fireworks sta-” auston was talking to the group of children when the first firework sounded. “well they started now” he mumbled which caused me to let out a slight chuckle. “common auston!” jillian grabbed his hand pulling him one way but he stopped.
“ill come with you in one minute we just have to grab y/n a sweater, she’s uh chilly” i looked at auston. they are children not brainless. how it could ever get chilly in arizona was a wonder to me, especially with me being the canadian one.
“yeah we’ll be back” i said grabbing austons hand and running into the house. we went up to his room that had a huge window facing the large backyard. it was a perfect view of all of the commotion and the fireworks.
“so why’d you want to really take me up here?” i asked auston looking around his room. i’ve never been in here but it was the typical boys bedroom. he had dark blue walls, pictures of his family, picture of us, and pictures of the team, there was a large desk. just a normal room.
“this” he said and before i knew it auston had yanked my hand slightly and i was quickly pulled into his embrace. i was about to make a comment when his warm lips touched mine. i didn’t move i just melted into the touch of his lips. i let my hands travel to his hair and knot it between my fingers.
behind us you could hear cheers as the fireworks went off but it felt like this was supposed to be in disney world. auston and i kissing in front of cinderella’s castle while the fireworks were happening. it was all perfect.
i pulled away for some air but the quickly pulled his lips to mine. they fit together like a puzzle that has finally found its last piece. “you” he mumbled out of breath nibbling on my swollen, red lower lip. “you are one hell of a kisser” he finally stated which made me smile.
i just smiled at him then pushed him on the bed climbing on top. “auston!” i heard a thick accent yell from behind me as i was leaning down to kiss him once again. oh lord. “mom!” he said in shock but he was also hiding a laugh at his angry mother.
“what the hell are you doing i don’t want to be on some show with a pregnant nineteen year old!” she began speaking the saying stuff in spanish and auston just sat there and nodded. he just let her get it out of her system as i sat there still red faced since she walked in on us.
“mamà!” he shouted over her and she stopped and looked at him, first she was angry then it quickly vanished. she smiled as if they were telepathic and i just sat there confused. all that happened was auston nodded pulling me into his side and his mom had the biggest smile on her face. she left the room in silence until she ran down the stairs yelling.
“brian hes in love!”
and all i had to say to the tall teddy bear of a blushing boy infront of me were four simple words.
.. Today is Sue's bday? Or was it later when they visited Arizona?
Yesss, Sue’s birthday is tomorrow., March 25th The Klebolds went to a fancy restaurant the evening before on March 24th and then they got up super early the next morning to drive down to Arizona on her bday to check out UoA’s campus. :)
Sue snapped this pensive shot of Dylan at the restaurant they went to for her birthday dinner.
So, tomorrow, Saturday, March 25th (1949), Sue will be 68 ! (She is an Aries, as is her ex husband, Tom.)
I will probably post something in her lovely honor. :)
you have don't some of these "education" things, could you do one on richard ramirez ty!
Ricardo Leyva Muñoz Ramírez (Richard Ramirez) “The Night Stalker”
born February 29, 1960 in El Paso, Texas
Father: Julian Ramirez
Mother: Mercedes Ramirez
Brothers: Ruben, Robert, Joseph
As a 12-year-old he was strongly influenced by his older cousin, Miguel Ramirez who was a U.S. combat veteran. Miguel often boasted of his gruesome exploits during the Vietnam War. He shared Polaroid photos of his victims, including Vietnamese women he had raped and posed with the severed head of a woman he had abused.
- Miguel Ramirez
Richard bonded with Miguel over these gory war stories. And around this time, he began to seek escape from his father’s violent temper by sleeping in a local cemetery.
The 13 year old “Richie” (as he was called by his family) was present when Miguel shot his wife in the face during a domestic argument. After that experience he became sullen and withdrawn from his family and friends and cultivated an interest in Satanism. When Ramirez was older, he began to develope sexual fantasies including violence, forced bondage and rape.
On April 10, 1984 (Ramirez was 24 years old) - Mei Leung’s (9 years old) body was found in
a hotel basement where Richard was living at, hanging from a pipe. She had been raped, beaten and stabbed to death. This was Ramirez’s first known killing but it was not connected to the crime spree.
The "Night Stalker" crimes
June 28, 1984: 79-year-old Jennie Vincow is found brutally murdered in her apartment. She had been stabbed repeatedly and her throat slashed so deeply that she was nearly decapitated.
March 17, 1985: 22-year-old Maria Hernandez gets shot in the face outside her house by Ramirez. She survives. Ramirez enters the house and shoots Dayle Okazaki (age 34) when she raises her head over the counter she was hiding behind. She is immediately dead.
The same day he pulls 30-year-old Tsai-Lian Yu out of her car in Monterey Park, shoots her twice and flees. She is pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital.
March 27, 1985: Ramirez enters a home that he had burgled a year earlier and kills the sleeping Vincent Zazzaran (age 64), with a gunshot to his head. He beats and binds Zazzara’s wife Maxine (age 44), demanding to know where her valuables were. While he ransacks the room, Maxine escapes her bonds and retrieves a shotgun from under the bed (which was not loaded). Ramirez shoots her three times and then starts to mutilate her body with a carving knife from the kitchen. She receives multiple stab wounds and her eyes are gouged out and placed in a jewelry box, which he left. Peter, the son of Vincent and Maxine discovers the bodies.
May 14, 1985: Ramirez enters the home of Bill Doi (age 66) and his disabled wife Lillian (age 56) at night. He beats Bill into unconsciousness and shoots him in the face. Ramirez enters Lillian’s bedroom, binds and rapes her after he collected all valuables. Bill Doi dies of his injuries while in the hospital.
May 29, 1985: Ramirez enters the house of Mabel Bell (age 83) and her sister Florence Lang (age 81). He binds and bludgeons both women and rapes Lang. Discovered two days later, both women were found alive but comatose; Bell later died of her injuries.
May 30, 1985: Ramirez sneaks into the home of Carol Kyle (age 42). He binds Kyle and her 11-year-old son with handcuffs and ransacks the house. He then sodomizes Kyle repeatedly before he flees the scene.
July 2, 1985: Ramirez enters the house of Mary Louise Cannon (age 75) finding her asleep in her bedroom. He bludgeons her into unconsciousness with a lamp and then repeatedly stabs her. She was found dead at the crime scene.
July 5, 1985: Ramirez breaks into a home and bludgeons 16-year-old Whitney Bennett with a tire iron as she sleeps in her bedroom. He then attempts to strangle the girl with a telephone cord. Sparks emanate from the cord and he flees the house, believing that Jesus Christ had saved his victim. Whitney survives the savage beating.
Later that night he burglarizes the home of Joyce Lucille Nelson (age 61). He beats her to death using his fists and kicking her head.
He enters the home of Sophie Dickman (age 63) and assaults and handcuffs her, attempting to rape her. When she swears to him that he has taken everything of value, he tells her to “swear on Satan”.
July 20, 1985: Ramirez hacks
Lela Kneiding (age 66) and her husband Maxon (age 68) with a earlier purchased machete. He then kills them with shots to the head. He further mutilates their bodies with the machete before robbing the house of valuables.
Later that night he breaks into the home of the Khovananth family. He murders Chainarong Khovananth, by shooting the sleeping man in the head and then repeatedly rapes Somkid Khovananth, beating and sodomizing her.
August 6, 1985: Ramirez creeps breaks into a bedroom of couplle. He shoots the woman in the face and the man in the temple. The couple survived their injuries.
August 8, 1985: Ramirez enters the home of Sakina Abowath (age 27) and her husband Elyas Abowath (age 31). He instantly kills the sleeping Elyas with a shot to the head and handcuffs and beats Sakina, he then brutally rapes and sodomizes her. He repeatedly demands that she “swear on Satan” that she would not scream during his assaults.
August 18, 1985: Ramirez breaks into the home of Peter (age 66) and Barbara (age 62) Pan. Peter is killed in his sleep with a gunshot to his temple and Barbara is beaten and sexually violated before being shot in the head and left for dead. Ramirez uses lipstick to scrawl a pentagram and the phrase, “Jack the Knife”, on the bedroom wall.
August 24, 1985: Ramirez travels to Mission Viejo in a stolen Toyota. He enters the house of Bill Carns (age 30) and his fiancée, Inez Erickson (age 29). He shoots Carns three times in the head before turning his attention to Erickson. Ramirez tells the terrified woman that he is “The Night Stalker” and forces her to swear she loves Satan as he beats her with his fists and binds her with neckties from the closet. After stealing what he can find, he drags Erickson to another room to rape and sodomize her. Erickson can untie herself later and gets help for Bill. Surgeons are able to remove two of the bullets from his head and he survives his injuries.
As Ramirez leaves in the Toyota, 13-year-old neighbor James Romero III notices the same “weird-looking guy in black” that he has seen earlier in the night and deemed suspicious. He decides to write down as much of the license plate as he can.
When news of the attack broke, the neighbor’s boy Romero told his parents about the strange man and they immediately contacted the police and provided the partial license plate number. Erickson was able to give a detailed description of the assailant to investigators. The stolen car was found on August 28 and police were able to obtain a single fingerprint from the rearview mirror, which was positively identified as belonging to Richard Muñoz Ramirez.
A mug shot of Ramirez from an arrest for car theft was released to the media.
“We know who you are now, and soon everyone else will. There will be no place you can hide.”
- Police press conference
On August 30, 1985, Ramirez took a bus to Arizona to visit his brother, unaware that he had become the lead story of every newspaper and television news program. He returned to Los Angeles early on the morning of August 31. After noticing a group of elderly Mexican women fearfully identifying him as “El Matador” (“The Killer”), Ramirez saw his face on the covers on the newspaper rack and fled the store in a panic. After hopping over several fences and attempting two carjackings, he was eventually subdued by a group of residents. The group held him down, relentlessly beating him until police arrived and took Ramirez into custody.
During the entire trial, Ramirez made obscene statements and satanic gestures.
At his first court appearance, he raised a hand with a pentagram drawn on it and yelled “Hail Satan”.
On September 20, 1989, Ricardo Leyva Muñoz Ramírez was convicted of all charges: 13 counts of murder, 5 attempted murders, 11 sexual assaults, and 14 burglaries. He was sentenced to die in California’s gas chamber
“Big deal. Death always went with the territory. See you in Disneyland.”
- Ramirez to reporters after the death sentence
Time in prison
As Ted Bundy, Ramirez had many fans, one of them was
Doreen Lioy. She wrote him ovr 75 letters and in 1988, Richard proposed to her. They married on October 3, 1996.
Lioy and Ramirez eventually separated.
Ramirez died of complications secondary to B-cell lymphoma on June 7, 2013. He had also been affected by “chronic substance abuse and chronic hepatitis C viral infection”. At 53 years old, he had been on death row for more than 23 years. His execution would have probably been carried out in his early seventies, due to the lengthy California appeals process.
Requested by anon: Hello!! I love your writing!! Do you kind writing a Auston Matthews imagine where he introduces the reader to his family and his mom doesn’t like the reader so she has to try to win her over?? Hopefully that makes sense!!! Thanks so much!!!
A/N: I’m so sorry it took so long, I’m awful. I hope you like it!
Word count: 1432
Warnings: None. I think. I mean, momma Matthews is mad.
“Oh my god (y/n), stop cleaning,” Auston
whines from his spot on the couch. “You are going to wear out the floors if you
I grunt, hitting his feet with the nozzle
until he gives in and puts his feet up on the table that I have just wiped.
“Auston, put your feet down!” I scold him
and he rolls his eyes, putting his feet on the floor after I’ve vacuumed under
“I don’t understand why are freaking out.
It’s my family, not the Queen of England.” He says, looking down at his phone.
Yeah, it is easy for him to say, but I’m
about to have a mental breakdown. I’ve been dating Auston for five months now
and it’s been great so far,ut when he told me that his family is coming to
visit from Arizona I got into full crazy mode. I’ve cleaned his house at least
ten times in the last three days, bought fresh flowers, changed all the sheets
and made beds for everyone, got snacks and food for everybody… And I’m more
anxious by the minute.
“I don’t have to impress the Queen of
England.” I mutter, dusting the top of the TV again.
“They are going to love you, (y/n).” Auston
says, getting on his feet and wrapping his arms around my waist while I
straighten a pile of pucks that are sitting on the TV stand.
“I hope so.”
I look at the mirror one last time, looking
for flaws on my outfit. Auston and I decided that it would be best for me to
meet his parents and sisters at dinner so he could spend time with them first.
We are going to Auston’s favorite steak house. I decided that a pair of jeans,
a nice blouse and booties would be an okay outfit, it was simple and it didn’t
scream I tried too hard.
“C’mon (y/n), you can do this.” I cheer at
my reflection, grabbing my keys from the small hooks on the wall and stepping
out my small apartment.
The steak house isn’t far away from my
place, so I decide to walk there. It only takes me ten minutes to get there and
I’m five minutes early… that’s good, right? I’m early… I didn’t make them wait…
I’m so worried about causing a good impression that I don’t even realize that
they are here until Auston touches my arm.
“(y/n).” My name rolls in his mouth, waking
me up from my trance. “(y/n), these are sisters, Alexandria and Breyana, and my
mom and dad, Ema and Brian.”
I smile, extending my hand to shake
everyone’s hands, but Breyana walks up to me and hugs me leaving me speechless
for a second.
“It’s so nice to meet you, (y/n). “ She
says, rubbing my back with her hands. “Auston doesn’t stop talking about you.”
I feel like I’m blushing and I give
everyone a shy smile, earning smiles from everyone but Ema.
“Let’s get inside.” Ema’s accent is thick, but
it is easy to understand.
I sit between Breyana and Auston, Ema in
front of me. We order our drinks and Auston and I give them time to choose what
they want from the menu; Auston and I already know what we want. I can’t help
it but to smile when Brian orders for Ema so she doesn’t have to repeat herself
if the waiter doesn’t understand her the first time around.
“So (y/n), what do you do for living?”
Brian asks, taking a sip of his beer.
“I’m a student.” I answer. “Sports
I don’t realize that I’m nervous until
Auston puts his hand on my leg to stop me from jerking it any longer. I look at
him and he gives me a reassuring smile, squeezing my thigh softly.
“Oh, so you are planning on working with
athletes! She could be your manager, Aus!” Alexandria says cheerily and I
smile, shaking my head.
“Auston doesn’t need a new manager.” Ema’s
voice is sharp; she almost sounds mad.
I look at her, trying to decipher if she is
actually annoyed or not. She is looking straight at me, a frown visible on his
“I actually want to work with teams, not
athletes.” I say, nervously playing with my rings.
“I’m sure that Auston could help you get
into the Maple Leafs team.” Brian comments and Ema’s frown deepens.
I’m sitting next to Ema watching the game.
Auston has got tickets for all of us, even thought I told him that it wasn’t
necessary, that I could get my own ticket. To be honest, I don’t want to be
here; I can feel Ema’s discontent with me from a thousand miles away. I’ve
tried to make her like me… not even like me, tolerate me, for the last three
days and nothing has worked.
The game is tied to one with only two
minutes left on the clock. I try to focus on the game, but I’m too busy trying
to be as invisible as possible, answering Brian, Breyana and Alexandria’s
questions with the smallest amount of words as I possibl can so I don’t say
anything that can upset Ema any further. I’m so focus on barely breathing that
I don’t even realize that Auston has scored until everyone have jumped off
their seats. I get on my feet and applaud, trying to ignore Ema’s disappointed
“I’m going to bed.” Auston says, getting up
from the couch where he is sitting and kissing my temple. “You staying?”
“No, I should leave.” I say, shaking my
head and he frowns but doesn’t say anything else.
“Good night, everyone.” He kisses his mom
and sisters good night and walks to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
Before I can get up and leave Breyana,
Alexandria and Brian excuse themselves as well and go to their rooms, leaving
me alone with Ema. I sit there, trying to figure out what to say or do.
“I think that you should go.” Ema says.
“For good?” I wonder, feeling sick on my
“Yes, before you hurt my son.” Her answer
stinks deep inside my soul.
“I would never hurt your son on purpose.” I
defend myself, getting on my feet. “I love your son.”
“You love his money, his fame and his
contacts.” Ema’s accent is even thicker when she is mad and I feel even sicker
“I have never asked him for anything, Ema.
Neither do I want him to find me a job.” I say, rising up my voice. “We met on
the coffee shop I work on. He kept coming and coming and coming, asking for a
large Americano and my number and he didn’t stop until I agreed to give him my
number and go on a date with him. Yes, I knew who he was, if I would have
wanted to take advantage of him I would have agreed to go on a date the first
time he asked.”
Ema and I stare at each other for what it
seems like years, trying to read each other’s expressions. It doesn’t seem like
Ema has anything else to say, so I grab my coat from the back on the chair it
is on and walk towards the front door when I hear her.
“(y/n)… you should stay.” She says and I
turn around. “I’m making churros for breakfast.”
I look at her again, but she seems sincere
so I nod and hang my coat on the entry’s closet and take my boots off, leaving
them on the shoe rack.
“Good night, Ema.” I whisper, realizing
that I’ve been yelling all the time.
“Buenas noches, mija.” She answers, giving
me a shy smile.
I open Auston’s door and step in, shutting
it behind me and leaning on it.
“Come here, baby.” Auston says from the
bed, patting the spot next to him. “My mom is scary when she is mad.”
“No kidding.” I say, taking my jeans off
and getting in bed besides him.
“Make your banana pancakes for her tomorrow
and she will fall in love with you.” He tells me, wrapping his arms around my
“That’s how I made you fell in love with
me?” I wonder, laughing softly.
“Pretty much.” He jokes and I hit his
chest. “I love you, (y/n). And my mom will love you too, just give her a little
time to stop being overprotective over his baby boy.”
“She won me over when she said churros, to
I’m going to america for vacation this summer! I’ll be visiting Arizona (which is where I used to live in case you didn’t know) and a few other places. Just wanted to let you know because for the next three weeks I’ll still be making comics, but I probably won’t upload as frequently. I’ll post photos of my trip on my instagram account so if you want to see what I’m up to than head over there to check it out!
“Hey, Aus what should we make for dinner to…” Your sentence was cutoff midway as you looked down at the new addition to Auston’s arm.
“What the hell is that?” you asked, shock evident in your words. He reached up to scratch the back of his neck as he always did when he had done something before telling you. You watched as he shyly grinned at you before pushing out his arm towards you, showing you the rather large lion tattoo now covering his upper arm.
“I may have got a tattoo when I was out… but before you freak out and say I’ll regret it in like 40 years, I have to tell you why I got it, what it represents.”
You could tell he was nervous about what he was about to say and so you reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to the coach so he could tell you whatever it was that was making him so nervous.
“Ofcourse, go ahead Aus. Just please don’t say that you got dared by mitchy or that he has a matching one too.” You replied, groaning internally at the thought that it was Mitch’s fault because he was a child and was constantly daring your boyfriend to do stupid things.
Anonymous: Oh my god can you do another Auston Matthews smut?? Maybe where his gf is from Toronto and comes to visit him in Arizona over the summer after being apart for like a month or something??
Here you go! Hopefully you like it, I enjoyed writing it. I’ve been watching the Penguins game while editing it, so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes.
Requested: Yes | No
Word Count: 2790
Warnings: Smut, Swearing, mentioned start of phone sex, slight dirty talk if you squint.
“It’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not at 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.”
Growing up a hockey fan in Toronto was hard. My dad constantly cursing out the tv when there was a bad play or when the Leafs lost. It was like the city was losing hope and going into a downward spiral. Seats were empty, the team was tired.
It wasn’t until 2016 when the Leafs won the first draft spot in the lottery, with the idea that we would finally have found hope in the top draft prospect, Auston Matthews. After having drafted Mitchell Marner in 2015 and William Nylander in 2014, two other hockey hopefuls, we’d finally be getting a third, creating the ideal trifecta young players. Sure there was still great players currently, but we’ve been stuck in such a rut, and these guys are our hope.
I Guess it Never Came Up - Auston Matthews Imagine
Could you do an Auston one where he meets your family for the first time and it’s super cute! Thank you so much you’re amazing
Thank you so much for the request and the compliment! I actually really love this one and somewhat based small parts on my family for reference which I hope is okay! I love this one and I hope you all do too. Thanks for reading! -Accius
Dark shadows glided across the tan pavement, fiery rays from behind their sources blasting them into presence. The Lincoln Park Zoo was buzzing with visitors, you and Rob among them. People flickered in and out of your sight, impatience and excitement riddling their features as they made their way from exhibit to exhibit.
You had been to a zoo once in your life, and you hadn’t even been at home. You were young, eyes full of wonder, full of expectation for life, mouth always twisted up in some sort of small smile. You had been sent to Arizona to visit your mother’s side of the family, your grandparents before they had both passed away some years later. It was the only time other than when you boarded the plane for California that you were away from home. You were a kid, carefree and passionate about anything and everything. You remembered rushing from exhibit to exhibit, completely fascinated about the sights around you, intrigued with the unknown. It always counted as one of the best days of your life, especially when you returned home and your father died not too long after, forcing Chase to take over and then recruit you years later. So, the zoo was a fairly bittersweet place for you.
So a while ago I was looking through some of my old art and I saw one of the first ever drawings I did on my drawing tablet back in June when I was visiting Arizona. I decided that I wanted to redraw it, because I thought the first one was really messy, and it also had some weird colours. I think the second one turned out better, but I like the first one, too.
Jodi Arias was born on July 9, 1980, in Salinas, California. She met Travis Alexander, a salesman for Prepaid Legal Services, at a conference in Las Vegas, Nevada. The two immediately took a liking to each other and began a sexual relationship from there, despite living many hours away from each other. Just a few months after they met, Jodi converted to Mormonism, as Travis was a devout member of the Mormon Church. On the outside, Jodi and Travis appeared to be a pure and chaste couple, but behind closed doors, it was the complete opposite; they had an intense sexual relationship they concealed from everyone.
The two allegedly had a rocky, on-off relationship, and friends of Travis would describe Jodi as an obsessive girlfriend who stalked Travis, accessing his Facebook account, and twice even slashing his tires. She allegedly threatened to kill herself whenever Travis suggested breaking up. Around the time of Travis’ death, Travis was said to have been seeing another Mormon girl, and was planning on taking her on vacation with him to Cancun, Mexico, which brought the public to believe Jodi murdered him in a fit of jealousy and rage.
On June 4, 2008, Jodi made the long drive to Mesa, Arizona, to visit Travis. Although they were not dating at the time, their sexual relationship persisted. At his house, Jodi and Travis had sex and took various erotic photos of each other with his new camera. While Travis was in the shower, Jodi continued to snap photos of him with his camera. Then, a couple seconds later, she drew a knife and began stabbing him up to 27 times in multiple areas of his body, shot him in the head, and slashed his throat, nearly decapitating him. A medical examiner noted Travis had defense wounds on his hands, indicating that he had tried to fend off the attack, and also stated that he may have been dead at the time the gunshot wound was inflicted.
Jodi left Travis’ corpse in a crumpled heap on the shower floor, leaving it to his friends to walk upon the gruesome scene a few days later. Before leaving, Jodi tossed the camera into the washing machine. She then drove all the way to Utah to visit a guy she was seeing. According to him, there wasn’t anything strange or unusual about her demeanor that would indicate she had just murdered a man the day before.
Police found the damaged camera in the washer and managed to recover some of the deleted photos taken of Jodi and Travis on the day of his murder. Upon searching the house, they also found a bloody hand print along the wall in the bathroom hallway, containing DNA from both Jodi and Alexander.
Police took Jodi Arias in for questioning, where she denied ever being in Mesa on that day. After being informed about the photos police found on his camera, she later changed her story and told them that two intruders had broke into his home, murdering him and attacking her.
Roughly a month after the murder, Jodi was indicted by a grand jury for the first-degree murder of Travis Alexander. On July 15, 2008, Jodi was arrested at her home. Since then, she had participated in many jail interviews where she maintains her innocence, asserting that no jury would ever convict her because she’s innocent.
Jodi’s trial commenced on January 2, 2013. In the opening arguments, prosecutor Juan Martinez sought the death penalty. By this time, Jodi had changed her story for the third time, now claiming that the murder was in an act of self-defense after Travis had attacked her for accidentally dropping and damaging his new camera. Jodi took the stand in her own defense on February 4, 2013, testifying for a total of 18 days. She claimed that during their on-off relationship, she was subjected to a lot of emotional and physical abuse at the hands of Travis. During the trial, many of their exchanged text messages and recorded phone sex calls were played. Jodi was asked to go in detail about their sexual relationship, where it was discovered that they exclusively did anal and oral sex, because it was to Travis’ understanding that only vaginal sex was forbidden in the Mormon religion before marriage.
On May 8, 2013, after approximately 15 hours of deliberation, Jodi was found guilty of first-degree murder of Travis Alexander.
The court now entered the aggravation phase, where it was to be determined if Jodi should be eligible for the death penalty. After the prosecutor presented crime scene photos of Travis’ corpse, then paused for two minutes of silence to illustrate how long he said it took for him to die in Jodi’s hands, the jury decided that Jodi be eligible for the death penalty. On May 23, the sentencing phase of Jodi resulted in a hung jury, which prompted the judge to declare a mistrial for that phase.
In October of 2014, Jodi’s sentencing retrial began with a brand new jury. It took about five months for the jury to sentence Jodi Arias to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. Jodi is currently serving her life sentence at the Arizona State Prison Complex—Perryville.
This year I got to travel across the country. During this trip, we went to Colorado, Utah, and Arizona. While visiting Zion National Park, we were not able to get a campsite so we decided to pitch our tent in the landscape of a local Walmart. This is the view I got to wake up to in the morning.
Do This: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, gifsets, whatever.
Tagged by @bearlytolerable because the world just really wants me to remember that I’m an adult today.
1. About seven smut prompts in various stages of completion with various couples (or threesomes)
2. This fucking Fire sequel that I’ve started no fewer than three times
3. A few Asha prompts from last week’s DWC
4. A sketch of SOMEONE’S OC that I haven’t actually started, but I saved the reference to my phone so I can work on it tonight while I’m getting drunk
5. Professionally, getting a week ahead in my writing so I can take a few days off in July to spend with my sister and her two kids when they visit from Arizona
6. Personally, cleaning the downstairs of my house because my oldest friend and his
girlfriend are coming over tomorrow and I don’t want them to know I’m
7. Also personally, spending less time sitting on my ass so that my jeans will fit again.
8. YOU GUYS. I almost forgot about the cross stitch from hell that I’ve been working on for TWO YEARS because I keep getting tired of squinting at it and hiding it from the cats: