#* IRIS { THREAD }

[caseoficarus]

"Well it's after midnight so it'd only be 15,000 euros," Ethan pointed out with a grin of his own. He knew she was joking but he liked that kind of attitude. If he had an extra 15,000 euros laying around to blow he would but alas he hadn't created any ideas that had landed him a fortune of his own just yet. Hearing his professor's name be called perked Ethan up. He might not know her outright but now they had something in common and that was always something he could jump off of. "You a student at Daskalos?" Ethan asked even though he obviously knew her answer. "Shots sound like a great idea. Help me forget about all those review packets I haven't opened. Oberon's the worst, " he said. Hearing that she hadn't had any luck with the bartenders wasn't surprising. The place was packed to the gills and there was a long line of patrons all looking to get a half priced drink. Fortunately for the both of them Ethan had an edge. He came to Hedone enough that he'd gotten to know the staff. "Don't worry about it, I've got it. Hey, Nicholas!" He called out over the thump of the bass and proceeded to wave his hand in the air to catch the bartender's attention. "Can I get a round of shots for me and my friend here? Please and thank you," he ordered before turning his attention back to her. "You just gotta ask nicely is all."

      looked  like  a  scene  plucked  straight  from  a  film,  sweaty  bodies  packed  in  like  sardines,  many  on  trips  scored  to  the  stylings  of  a  synth-enthusiast  twisting  nobs  and  flicking  switches  while  a  set  of  over-the-ear  headphones  sat  untouched  around  their  neck.  neon  lights  cut  through  the  low-lit  ambiance,  highlighting  features  of  the  unfamiliar  basking  in  the  glory  of  their  own  freedom.  troubles  were  often  left  at  the  door  guarded  by  a  daunting  bouncer  with  a  rabid  bark,  quick  to  shoo  away  those  deemed  unfit  for  admittance.  at  first,  it  felt  like  trying  to  complete  the  berghaintrainer  (  some  german  club  simulator,  one  that  quickly  became  a  hyper-fixation  of  the  techie back  in  her  teens  ),  rejection  after  rejection  until  a  fault  was  found  in  the  system  …  the  bouncer’s  penchant  for  ouzos.  deals  weren't  uncommon  for  iris,  though  it’d  been  the  only  time  she  was  the one  to  cut  it,  swift  exchanges  carried  out  between  hard-gripped  handshakes  while  a  bag  of  confectionaries,  that  she  assumed  only  geriatrics  could  stomach,  went  from  one  to  the  other.  it  was  her  ticket  in,  one  she  utilized  time  and  time  again  to  bypass  the  velvet  rope,  and  tonight  had  been  no  different. 

      her  limbs  ached  from  thrashing  about  to  the  song  blaring,  a  pursuit  of  happiness  remix,  mouth  growing  drier  with  each  belt  even  if  her  echo  had  been  that  of  a  cat  in  heat.  the  tune  eventually  bled  into  the  next,  a  cue  to  succumb  to  the  pleas  her  body  shot  through  her  veins  and  straight  to  the  dome.  a  break.  a  moment  to  recharge.  she  practically  catapulted  to  the  bar,  elbows  dropping  with  the  grace  of  a  bull  in  a  china  shop  as  she  leaned  over  the  bartop.  “  huh  ?  ”  if  she  turned  her  head  any  quicker,  her  neck  would’ve  snapped.  “  wait,  really  ?  "  she  mulled  over  the  words,  the  gesture,  and  offered  him  a  cheeky  grin.  "  in  that  case  ...  maybe  i  should  finally  try  somethin'  from  the  top  shelf.  y'know  i  hear  they  have  a  bottle  worth  like,  30,000  euros  ...  "  if  it  hadn't  been  evident  in  her  tone,  then  surely  the  laugh  that  followed  would  indicate  the  teasing  retort.  "  if  it's  professor  oberon's  calc  test  you're  talking  about  then  i'd  suggest  some  shots. " she glanced over her shoulder,  "  if  you  have  any  luck  getting  the  bartender's  attention.  took  me  like  twenty  minutes  earlier. "

[tanuki-kimono]

Fantastic color choice for this dramatic ayame (iris) summer kimono, paired with a nicely matching itomaki (bobbin) obi

[daily-rubbersoul-redux]

There’s a knocking on the window of Chuck’s car.

Tenya is standing there, looking bedraggled and out of breath, holding Iris’s arm.

“Hey. You.

You’ve been getting along with this girl, right?”

-Poorlydrawnmoriocs

Chuck, who had kinda just been listening to music on his shitty old ass car radio, looked up at Tenya in confusion, before rolling down the car window.

"Uh, yeah, I am. Is that... a problem?"

Fuck. He was so busted, and so cooked.

[vvisteriagrows]

open to: f / m / nb featuring: iris porter, twenty - six, aspiring actress + playwright plot: loosely inspired by tracey chapman's fast car.

" okay, hot shot, i'll bite. what makes you think you're actually gonna make it out of here ? "

[mvltiversed]

thank god, it was slow in jitters today; eobard didn't want that much of an audience. granted, he could have controlled it a little bit, but his sights were set. he plays the part, of course---waiting in the short line, checking his watch every so often, adjusting his glasses, etc. until he gets up to the counter, face-to-face with @yearnstarved; this is where he turns on the charm. ❝ i'll have the uh, caramel latte. extra large, with four shots of espresso. ❞ a smile comes easily; index finger coming up to push glasses further on the bridge of his nose. after order was placed, he leaned on the counter---reaching into his back pocket for his wallet, taking out a crisp five dollar bill, and placing it on the counter in front of her. ❝ you're iris west, correct? ❞ wallet is placed back in pocket, before right hand is outstretched for iris to shake. ❝ dr. harrison wells. yes, i'm alive, and yes, i know i blew up the city. science is is only as predictable as you can make it. ❞ unless, you know. he can see the future. or be FROM the future.

[vincentsleftear]

wishing the writers of this show a very merry “Fuck You”.

[joinmeinenvy]

closed starter @wcvenwcb // halloscream // anywhere

Francesca was unapologetically a musical junkie, and she wore that title with pride. Music was her passion, a vibrant thread woven into the fabric of her life. Though she couldn’t carry a tune to save her life, she more than made up for it by mastering the intricacies of musical accompaniment, spending countless hours immersed in melodies and harmonies. When she spotted an old friend dressed as one of her favorite musical heroines, a mischievous grin spread across her face, her excitement bubbling over. “Come to me, my Angel of Music,” she called out in a low, teasing voice, trying her best to disguise her identity. With a playful flourish, Francesca popped up behind Iris, spinning her around with a dramatic twirl.

“F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S,” she sang, her eyes sparkling as she took in the stunning details of Iris’s costume. “You look amazing! But I expect an explanation about you and Jordan. How dare you keep something like that from me?” She feigned indignation, her tone light and teasing, but the warmth in her smile betrayed just how delighted she was to see her friend. The night was alive with laughter and music, and Francesca couldn’t wait to dive into the stories that lay behind that fabulous costume.

[gvldntrbl]

Robin + Hale + Hale family (Iris, Viggo, Daphne maybe ft. Maxim Roosa) @theartofruling @ocean-eyeslnrp

Location: The Divine Palace, The Divine Forest

-🥀-

One of Hale's earliest memories, after their abilities as an air nymph manifested, was that, at the time, they finally believed that they understood some of the lyrics from the old world song - about walking on sunshine. While it wasn't exactly air, for a young nymph learning to control their manipulation abilities, it was close enough. Emotions akin to that but much stronger thrummed through Hale as they joined their family for breakfast after learning they would be a father. Robin, beautiful pregnant girlfriend that she was, at their side and her rightful place sat beside them at the table. Despite not being a nymph herself, Hale felt as though Robin could almost feel their excitement as if it were her own as the couple left Hale's wing. Hell, the heir certainly felt as though they were hyper aware of her, more so than before. For not the first time, Hale was glad that they belonged to a family of nymphs and not telepaths. After sending Robin a quiet look, Hale steeled themselves, and broached the topic during a nice lull in the family's conversation.

"I'm normally not one for big announcements. Or dramatic comments but..." Hale began, wisely sitting their silverware down and continuing to speak. Around the royal family, bodies started to move and silently gift bags were given to everyone. Save them and Robin. Their own were back in their bedroom, in Hale's wing. "I wanted to change that. I want to schedule an important family meeting. I hope that everyone can make it. Check your bag's the date and everything you need's inside." They instructed while trying to keep a lid on their own emotions as they waited for every person to check their gift bag. Hale's moms were two intuitive nymphs of their own rights, one wrong feeling and the gig would be up. Inside for each person were several specific items. A shirt that read 'Baby Hale' and their guesstimated birth month, of course in each person's size, and personalized gifts for each recipient. Including signed sentimental cards/notes from signed by both Hale and Robin, necklaces for both of Hale's moms with the birthstones of the baby's next to Scarlett's. With an addition of Honor's own birthstone, too. Plus, Viggo was given an extra custom-made sweater and a bracelet that matched his moms' necklaces.

"I..." It was odd, how in that exact moment, words halted in Hale's throat. Unable to deny themself, Hale embraced their emotions, aware that the nymphs around them would share in their expression, alongside them. "...I'm gonna be a dad." Hale let out, eyes shining with pride. "Robin and I, we're gonna be parents."

[itachi86]

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @d2rling

jongin  desperately  wants  to  believe  her  —  that  this  means  something  to  her,  beyond  fleeting  excitement  and  temporary  solace.  that  he  means  something  to  her,  something  important  enough  for  her  to  not  want  to  lose.  “would  you,  though?”  he  asks,  a  sad  smile  tugging  at  his  lips  as  he  contemplates  his  path  forward.  “you’re  never  going  to  leave  him  for  me,  are  you?”

[buddywellls]

closed for: @theirisxalderidge

where: flower and fauna

Perched on the counter by the register, Buddy examined the white rose in his hand with mild interest as he listened to an intrusive thought telling him to touch a torn on the stem that hadn't been removed yet. It's deliberately light contact, not seeking to hurt himself or damage the flower and he draws his hand back just as soon as it starts to sting.

( The whole place feels like a sting in it's own right. )

He twirls the bottom of stem between his index finger and thumb, his heel tapping silently against the structure beneath him as he glances to his cousin who didn't seem as natural a fit in the shop as her late mother had.

"How you settling back in, New York?"

[kumonowana]

@soulwrought ; *irys vc* perhaps some shinigami can girlboss

❝ AREN'T YOU ADORABLE . ❞ multiple limbs moved mindlessly as the shinigami turns to the quincy casually . ❝ i could just eat you up . ❞

[constellaetions]

IRESHI 'IRIS' TEPHNAKORN — starters

— SETTING: the Hernandez's house ; — AVAILABILITY: closed starter for ALEJANDRO HERNANDEZ  | ( @lcvelctters )

Iris had just finished bathing Elena when she heard the oven's ding announcing that dinner was ready. Usually, Alejandro didn't have dinner with them, but it seemed like these last couple of day, Elena's papa was home before seven, so that was good news. As someone who grew up without having her parents around, Iris had always found it important to have family time, and, especially in Elena's case, she was getting to an age where her personality was being shaped and her values were being taken into account, too.

By the time the front door keys dangled, announcing Alejandro's arrival, the two girls were in the dining room, Elena chewing on the lasagna that Shihi had made for them. The sound of the front door opening caused the little girl to storm towards her dad and hug his legs. "Papaaaaaaaaa!" The scene stole chuckle from Iris' lips as she followed the little girl across the house. "She was telling me she wanted to wait for you to have dinner, but I wasn't sure you'd be home early." And children needed a set time to eat and play and all that. They needed structure. "Come join us, Mr. Hernandez. There's lasagna and a plate waiting for you."

[muralmxse]

Here Comes The Bride || @rxbelling-hxrald

[ NEW CASINOPOLIS - CITY HALL - UNION CENTER - 22:56PM ]

       ❝ And that should work. Good job everyone. I look forward to seeing the expansion of this sector to work out well. Please let me know if anyone has any questions regarding the raise. Have a good night. ❞

Mayor Iris Diamond hung up the phone with a satisfied smile, glad to have the meeting concluded with everyone happy about the increase in their salary. With the recent clearance of territory nearby, they could expand the city a bit further despite the ongoing war.

She was about to pack it up for the night, knowing Fiona was waiting for her at home and ready to spend some... quality time.

However after taking two steps away from her desk, she heard the sound of rustling. Instantly on the alert, Iris narrowed her eyes as her hand to flicker a bit of electric energy in case. Slowly she walked more before a figure dropped HARD onto the floor!

She lifted her hand to attack, only seeing that in the light of her power that the figure was... injured. A mobian bat dressed in black and violet... and in their hand was a note with the familiar symbol of the clan.

Kneeling down, Iris waved away her powers before checking the mobians pulse. Good, they were still alive. From her pocket, she pulled out a black and red microphone to attach to her horn.

       ❝ Get an emergency unit to City Hall and pull up a new mission file... ❞

[ NEW CASIOPOLIS - AREA - RUBY SECTOR - 9:36AM ]

Fiona watched as she finished knocking down Lightning before he yielded their match all together. She turned to see how Dan was facing up against Predator Hawk and St. Simian.

       ❝ No holding back, boys! I wanna see no hesitation! ❞

[vvisteriagrows]

open to: f / m / nb featuring: iris porter, twenty - six, acting mfa student relationship: friend, partner, classmate, ex, co-star, go wild, make it messy <3 (no t*boo please !)

" okay, yeah, it's weird. take it up with the playwright when we're done. but can you please just start from the top ? with feeling ? "

[legxllyblxndc]

@foreverwednesday​

“What the fuck did we do last night?” Iris sighed. Her head was throbbing and she was struggling to open her eyes fully - everything seemed a little too bright. But she knew that Arlo was beside her, like he usually was after a night out. “No, seriously, when did it become fucking impossible to have a drink with some friends without it turning into the black fucking plague the next day?” Although they’d had their ups and down, Arlo was still one of the most consistent people in her life. That was why she had been so adamant about things not happening between them when they were younger. They were both so messy and they needed each other in their lives. She was sure that she would have done something to mess things up if they’d decided to actually be together. She was glad that she had stuck by her guns, though. But it was then that she was struck with a thought, “Arlo, did we do something stupid?” She sighed before she turned to look at him.