#irene;starter

[mabsverse]

Irene Lin, idol do integrante do grupo F4TE, do universo de Seoulite.

We’re not a team, this is a competition!

Ela disse isso e eu fiquei chocadíssima! Achei icônico, mas nunca teria coragem de ser assim direta…

[bigskydreaming]

Me finding out Taylor is leaving Nightwing only to go on to Detective Comics next: Huh, remember that time I said with the way TT constantly writes everyone AROUND Dick as being more vital to the story than Dick himself is, its almost like he genuinely has no real interest in writing Dick Grayson and is only on the Nightwing title as a stepping stone to characters he actually wants to write....

Also tuned back in just long enough to find out that in the Nightwing title we currently have Bruce acting AS Nightwing, in Dick's honor or on his behalf or whatever but the point is *laughs hysterically in sure why not before Noping back out of the conversation*

[cmoonghost]

tiny collection of doodles of @mangosandchili's ocs

[bucketkicked]

“The secret to me looking this good at my age? Dying.”

[miidnighters]

@oddlies | liked for a starter

It's not long past sundown when Bella makes it to the venue, easily spotting Irene amongst the crowd milling around waiting for the exhibit to open.

"I'm excited for this." Bella says, by way of announcing her arrival. "Thankyou again for inviting me."

[externalconceit-1]

@cosmoteer

'Ruby Guthrie' sits on the front porch of the Guthrie farmhouse, her bare feet dangling off the steps and into the grass. The younger Guthrie children--not so young now--are bickering over by the barn. She smiles to herself, eyes distant as the low strum of Jay's guitar fills her ears.

(Such a talented young man--very much like his grandfather, in fact. That little boy who used to run through the fields with skinned knees and wild hair, a harmonica in his pocket. Gleeful shouts of 'Ma! Ma!' as he raced toward her, a bug cupped between grubby hands.)

The strum, the strum, the strum of the guitar, through her, down her feet, strumming, strumming, strumming, deep into the earth--

Out of the blue, "What're you playing, Joshua?" Joshua, not Jay, although she calls him both. She smooths her palms down the legs of her jeans as she shifts to face him, drawing her feet up and toward herself. She's beaming, tucking a strand of 'Guthrie blonde' hair behind her ear. "Did you write that? Your ma told me you were like an angel with his harp."

[lcngliive]

mira & irene ( @devilsmenu )

"is there something I can help you with?" mira asked, eyeing the other. they weren't sure what was happening or why she'd been brought here, but they hated whatever this place was and just wanted to go home.

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

well lots to think about there

[bcrncoldx]

@devilsmenu (irene adler)

"Miss Adler," Sherlock sat down, sliding an envelope across the table. "Those are the photographs you wanted for your client. I'm sure they'll meet their satisfaction." The woman's name was a constant source of bemusement for Sherlock, given that it was the exact same as that of The Woman. What were the chances of him coming into contact with two women with identical names?

[demongemz]

@walstarterblog

Irene took in all the sight and sounds of laughter mixed with happiness, she hadn’t felt calm for most of her life, sure at one point she would’ve loved to have attended a festival like this but her father had taken all the joy from her life the moment he’d locked her up. The visions only got worse as she grew older depicting a very different life she could’ve lived but all these people reminded mystery to her. She startled slightly at the sounds of a crowd celebrating a win as she accidentally bumped into a stranger. “I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean, I'm a little jumpy at loud sounds…probably shouldn’t have thought to come to a festival but curiosity won out in the end”

[yeosang-ia]

on the job — yeosang, irene, & al

Practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, Yeosang looked around the grocery store with a wide smile. His eyes were practically twinkling as they looked around from shelf to shelf. Sure, technically this wasn't his first time in one, but this was the only time he's ever been here to work. The academy had programs in place where they placed students in real-life situations, in the hopes that they could adjust well once they graduate. And this was a prime example of just that.

Fixing the little name tag on his collared shirt (they had even given him and the other student he was with cure little uniforms!), the cloudling looked at the other two people he was advised that he'll be working with. He was told that an 'Al' fellow would help them learn about the intricacies of shelf stocking and the like and that the other student he would be spending most of his time with during this program would be an enchanted doll named Irene.

"Hi! I'm Yeosang." Offering the other two a deep yet quick bow, he added, "It's nice meeting you. Please take care of me!"

@enchanted-irene-ia @alastair-ia

[fxckingmoran-a]

~ @tcbefearless || Liked for a starter ~

Sebastian exhaled a plume of smoke, drawing his jacket tighter around himself in an attempt to protect against the cold London air. Eyes spotted Irene, lips taking one last drag before flicking the cigarette to the ground, stamping it out with his foot. He waited until she was closer before speaking.

"Evenin'."

He didn't trust Irene. Sure, Jim thought that she was worth working with. Didn't mean that Seb felt the same way. A sentiment that he'd been sure to tell his boss - several times. However, he still had to work with her. He wasn't the one calling the shots - He'd just pout about it a little. "Get anything from Holmes tonight?"

[hvbris]

@thewxman . 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

"What are you doing in the corridors after curfew?" asked Tom, appearing suddenly behind his classmate; as if he had just materialized into thin air. His voice was calm, almost curious. He stood there, head tilted as he examined her like a scientist about to dissect a frog.

His prefect badge was pinned on his cloak, of course. The reminder that he could, if he so desired, get Irene into trouble. But he didn't sound like he was about to punish her. "I hope you're not up to no good?"

[boraxquinn]

{ @chennnie​​ } 

“Hello Chenie sunbae.” Irene smiles shyly “am I bothering you?”  

[spencer-ia]

weaving bridges (spencer & irene)

Although it didn’t show (Spencer blamed his aloof disposition and numerous piercings), the reaper was a man who liked working on intricate projects using his hands. On top of gardening, he liked sewing, crocheting, and knitting. This was why when he learned that he could learn how to wear night sky silk on the SS Starshine, he immediately asked around how he could get himself into one of their workshops.

This was exactly what led the florist to his current predicament. Spencer had signed up for one of the beginner workshops, which was apparently done in pairs. He could do without social interaction (he was a recluse person by nature), but he supposed he could put up with it so long as he could learn how to make beautiful clothing. 

Nodding his head as the instructor talked about how to use the loom that was provided, Spencer’s eyes eventually slid to the girl next to him as they were asked to try it on their own. “Hello, I’m Spencer,” he said evenly. “Have you tried weaving night sky silk before?”

[mutantmuses]

Test Call! From Irene Adler { Destiny } ;