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americaswthrt:
❝ OH SHUSH , you’re not funny ! ❞ still the girl laughed , hands clapping twice in excitement over the blinking screen that deemed her winner . very deserving , indeed ! with a proud smile on her face , angel turned around once ira had straightened his posture , hands resting on her waist as if she had just won some sort of incredibly important competition .
❝ glad to know you’re proud , ira , but hey ! six months is not that long — i’m sure i could have learned faster if i’d put more time into it … i think you’re just upset that i am now a pinball professional , but don’t worry , ❞ in a slightly dramatic manner , she placed a hand on his shoulder as one would do to a child , ❝ i’m sure we can find something else for you to teach me . no need to be upset . ❞
“I’m hilarious, actually,” Ira corrected her, a cocky grin spreading across his face. He took a step back to give her some room to celebrate and bask in her victory. He scoffed at her, eyes rolling in the opposite direction as he crossed his arms across his chest. “A pinball professional? Sure, alright,” Ira repeated, an air of disbelief in his tone as his smile became sly in nature. ”What are you talking about? You’ve still got 8 other machines in just this arcade alone, pinball pro.”
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lianhrpr:
Lian smiles as she pulls the paintbrush back, tilting her head. “Two hundred bucks, and lunch. I promise this paint isn’t harmful.” It was expensive, but she wouldn’t put something dangerous on someone’s body. “I’m almost done. Did you want to take a break?” She offers as she dips the brush in some water to clean it off so she can use a different color — blue.
Ira ground his teeth together, trying to keep from fidgeting around while she worked. This would be his greatest feat of patience and stillness yet. “That’s right. I’m a rent-a-friend for the day,” he joked, half smiling back at her. It had taken him a second to warm up to her -- literally. His body temperature naturally stayed pretty cold, but years of antisocial behavior had reinforced a bad habit of dropping down to freezing to burn anyone that tried to touch him. “I’m okay. You can keep going. I don’t know how long I can keep from accidentally freezing the paint. So, I’d rather you finish and get your pictures first just in case it does and the paint cracks,” he replied, pausing for a moment before he added, “besides, it stopped tickling me finally, so I can stop giggling every five seconds. I’m good now.”
“He had the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and is forced to improvise.”
— Isabel Allende, The House of The Spirits
motivations.deepdive
Current Character Motivations
REDEMPTION: a motive; Ira studies philosophy to challenge his perspective on the world. He’s trying to care about himself and other people more, using the breakup with his high school sweetheart as motivation to try to become the kind of person that they could love, even if they’re gone now.
a strength; self-reflects on his personal philosophies and whether or not his day aligned with them every evening and meditates to better understand the flow of his thoughts. This is how he processes his actions and tries to be better every day.
a weakness; gets wrapped up in the moment and can regress back to past bad behaviors if he’s not mindful of it. Outside influences can prevent or encourage this. If he falls out of his routines and daily habits, he loses his grip.
a caveat to it all: he understands why villains do villainous things and can make an argument for both sides of the coin
UNDER THE CUT: A recap of the Ira’s trouble-making days in high school. Ira’s HS sweetheart breaks up with him until he calms down and learns to love himself more.
Content trigger warnings: masochism, self sabotage, bullying, murder, graphic descriptions
To skip triggers, skip (TW START)(/TW END) sections
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“Are you visiting me, or is my dad bugging you to check in on me?” Ira asked without needing to turn around to know who was there. He shut his journal, immediately shoving it into his messenger bag on the library table like it had the most secrets of the universe lying within it’s leather bound pages. He turned towards Bucky, appearing neither annoyed nor angry, despite the tone of his voice. “Tell him my phone is broken if he’s asking why I’m not returning his calls.” His phone wasn’t broken. He just didn’t feel like returning the calls.
Two-thirty. Tessa was out the door, but paused just underneath the awning. Rain. She sighed and looked up to the darkened sky. Her hand extended outwards to feel how bad the damage could be and in her head, she calculated the chances that it won’t get worse if she left now. “Of all the days..” she grumbled, mostly to herself. She then turned to the first person she saw. “Excuse me. Do you have an extra umbrella? I need to borrow one.”
Ira hesitated when he noticed someone trying to make eye-contact with him as he passed through the doors of the building to head back to his dorm. First instinct told him to keep walking and pretend like he hadn’t heard her, but that ‘wouldn’t be nice’. He could feel Angel’s disappointed judgement without her even needing to be there. Glancing over, he realized who it was, and paused to reconsider his own train of thought.
“Why? Are you going to melt?” He asked, vividly imagining something along the lines of the Wicked Witch of the West. He was still salty about losing his last debate with her. “ I don’t have an umbrella, but I can make it snow instead to slow it down. You can use my jacket if that’s not good enough for you.”
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[ quietly screaming.FIGHT ME ]
✧ that looks like IRA DRAKE! they’re the TWENTY-FIVE year old son of BOBBY DRAKE. [ they are also a POST GRAD at paragon. ] i hear they’re PROTECTIVE & GENTLE, but tend to be GUARDED & UNSYMPATHETIC. his file says that his power/ability is CRYOKINESIS. { zzy, pst, 28, she/her }
█████ Λ SUMMΛRY
Ira is the biological son of Bobby Drake, i.e. Iceman. His powers, unlike his father’s, are BLACK & MURKY IN COLOR, and his SIGNATURE MOVE involves SHARP, BLACK SHARDS & ICY SPIKES that shoot up from the ground. While his destructive, rebel years in late high school and his early twenties have passed, Ira has to keep a strict routine to manage his emotions and maintain his control over his powers. He’s a straight A student and currently is mostly well-behaved. However, he’s itching for someone to start a fight.
♛ high score king of pinball machines ♚ no queen necessary (gay) ♝ studies philosophy to try to challenge his point of view on the world ♞ protective & gentle to the few he’s close to ♜ guarded & prone to reclusive antisocial tendencies ♟ easily manipulated
currently obsessing over: beginning work on his thesis, the ethics of heroism vs. villainy
TW: murder, mental disorders, violence To avoid triggers, skip TW START section.
BIO UPDATES as of 6/12/19 □ header - updated with black ice graphic □ history - no updates □ personality - updated □ wanted connections - no updates
@americaswthrt
Bells and whistles went off on the pinball machine. Three slots for name initials blinked on the screen overhead, accepting the new winner onto the top brackets of the leaderboard.
“Weird, it’s like you’ve done this before or something,” Ira teased, smiling as he pulled away from leaning over the red headed girl to admire her first spot on the leaderboards of a challenging pinball machine in the arcade. “I wasn’t touching the buttons at all. That was all you this time. You’re all grown up now. I’m so proud -- and you’ve only been practicing on the same machine for the last 6 months.”
deathlsss:
“the concept of art? i thought that was the fuckin’ point. it’s all subjective, like fuckin’ beauty.” he’s ignoring the comment about love, doesn’t really think he should waste the breath on it. “concept of this art? i’unno, it speaks to me. you should catch yourself in the mirror, see what it says to you.” he makes sure no part of them is touching now, face his usual unemotional mask as he closes the marker. “my standards have always been subterranean low, sorry to break it to you. but you should’ve known by now.”
Ira’s mouth wired shut, sucking on his teeth at Holden’s unsatisfactory response. His nostrils flared as he exhaled sharply, trying to maintain his patience. He didn’t offer a response until he snapped the marker shut. He stood up from the chair he was sitting in, glancing in the nearest mirror before a smile spread across his lips. A short scoff of laughter escaped him, and he leaned towards the mirror to admire the man’s handiwork. “You’re a regular Picasso - raised from the dead himself,” Ira joked as he raked his hand down his face to gather as much remaining wet ink as he could onto his fingertips. He turned back towards Holden, and, closing the distance between them quickly, swiped forward at his untarnished skin with his inky fingers to get revenged. “Makes sense. You look like you’ve been living in a hole.”
+ “I’m only nineteen so I don’t know what you guys are talking about.”
ira.drake { FIGHT ME.
( TYLER JOSEPH, MALE, HE/HIM ) — ✧ that looks like IRA DRAKE! they’re the TWENTY-FIVE year old son of BOBBY DRAKE. [ they are also a POST GRAD at paragon. ] i hear they’re PROTECTIVE & GENTLE, but tend to be GUARDED & UNSYMPATHETIC. his file says that his power/ability is CRYOKINESIS. { zzy, pst, 28, she/her }
Current Theme ♫ Karma - AJR
I've been so good, I've been helpful and friendly I've been so good, why am I feeling empty? I've been so good, I've been so good this year I've been so good, but it's still getting harder I've been so good, where the hell is the karma?
TW: murder, mental disorders, violence