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‘‘this is it,’‘ marlow spoke up, rising from her seat to hover over the two fish bowls presenting on the table, both of them filled to the rim with moscato wine, vodka, blue curacao, pineapple juice and sprite all mixed together into a lovely blue mixture topped with lemon, lime and orange slices. in other words: half a gallon of pure fucking poison. ‘‘first one to down this bowl gets not one but two prices, one … they get to keep their dignity … secondly, they get to strip down one piece of the loser’s clothing and receive a lapdance. so the question is … who’s in? this could be your moment. a victory that could be yours, if you win from the champion, that is…!’‘

in true iris nature, she arrives late. all the women she skirts past are stumbling, half-held by sticky bar tops and she wonders if, for most of the party, their next step is home. when all else tells her she’s missed out, the blonde stranger convinces otherwise: that she’s arrived just in time. better at smoking than drinking--- but that doesn’t stop the spring in iris’ step, &. up she gets. “ oooh, i’m in ! prepared to lose, champ ? “ with the smirk &. brow quirk to compliment.

#event01 #*·☆ﾟ. *· INTERACTIONS.

#femevent #riddle me this #WHO let her in looing like this gkhgkgj #dress code who

@roscdubois

she’s scribbling notes, too quick for them to be clean. iris longs of little, naturally, which makes for an awful lack of drive, motivation. but in a gym reeking determination &. talent, perhaps she’s a little more inspired... &. it certainly beats fetching soy hazelnut lattes for women who can’t pronounce thank-you. ‘ so, you mentioned having to wake at four. how would you describe your morning routine ? ‘ the intern gently prods the athlete, pen at the ready---- nowhere near prepared for the bark that sounds to her back. ‘ oi ! what are you doing in my fucking zone ? that’s where i warm up. ‘ an eyebrow spikes up from iris and --- for a fragile moment --- is the urge to laugh at the nerve. luckily, her face is neutral when she turns to the scrunched up face. ‘ oh, sorry mate---- ‘ australian twang digs deep, apparently, and iris blinks in surprise at how quickly he’s taken to tower over her. ‘ i’m NOT your mate. ‘ intimidated ? no. she doesn’t shrink, nor does she fire back. iris intends to let him have his moment to feel big so she might get on with her job.

#roscdubois #*·☆ﾟ. *· INTERACTIONS.

👔 : iris notices that winona’s shirt is open & goes to ‘ fix it ’ . ---- ft. @wcmen

nothing tops a lady in a suit. it’s fun &. all, chasing each other’s eyes where the moon watches nothin’ but their backs. a hall filled with the choir of flutter &. small talk, but gaze drifts in mutual fever. what is it tonight? a full moon? whatever it is, iris spins around corner with first her gut to confirm she’s being followed---- then the physical, visual proof of it. she stands tall, reeking of power &. confidence, making match where their age cannot. empty hallways lead them through empty hallways and it’s unlikely for an intruder... but it’s possible, isn’t it? smirk’s clamped down with front tooth. eyes are greedy, unabashed. they halt at the hardly revealed skin peeking through failed button. iris meets the nameless woman half way, eyes never leaving eyes now, not even when digit reaches for the button below. it gives way easily, wanting to be tugged. one released button is a burden, two released buttons is no mistake. ‘ oops. ‘

#eye emojis loudly #*·☆ﾟ. *· ASK MEME.#wcmen

👗 : iris sees katherine all dressed up . --- ft. @kvthcrine .

half the time, iris doesn’t even know how she gets to door steps, arrives at grazing-tables, finds herself in an event that’s roped off in regal red. life kind of passes in a fragile blur. ( she could probably slow down on the drug use... could she? ) she’s somebody’s date, but will she remember whose when she exits the restroom? it’s a slip-away thought when, instead, her attention is rammed into the very lady rammed into. ‘ oh, fuck, i’m sorry, ‘ she spills, the mess she is---- &. just as sloppy are her eyes, shameless in the up &. down. she’s hot, obviously, but her eyes get stuck. really. because---- “ hey, i know you, “

#*·☆ﾟ. *· ASK MEME.#kvthcrine #( i prefer this format to ask so posted here !! but feel free to reply )

💢 iris picks walshie up &. carries them over their shoulder . --- ft. @luckersnwalsh .

TRUST ME. famous last words. oh, how genuine they sound, but look at that smile. hanging off her like it’s ready to slump off her cheeks entirely. iris’ eyes are bigger than she can tell, her laughter more infectious than she can know. but something allows iris to attempt the unattemptable --- walshie did give consent, right ?? too late now. half way held, with iris’ bent ( and wobbly ) knees rising with her friend’s FULL WEIGHT, somebody assumes feat: ‘ i told you i could do----- ‘ WAIT. SPINNY VISION. why did she say she could do this again?? ( was it merely because walshie challenged that she couldn’t ?? ) . &. the amusing thing to any outsider is how quiet it all is when iris buckles down to the floor; there’s no scream, the scene ODDLY SILENT, no acknowledgement that what’s happening is really fucking happening. but the aftermath?? oh, the aftermath.

#iris ..... this is how you KILL SOMEONE #luckersnwalsh #*·☆ﾟ. *· ASK MEME.#feel free to reply or not !! i jsut like this format better fkgjdj

🚬 evie steals a cigarette ( or lollipop ) from iris & puts it in their mouth . ft. — @bledbad !

evie does it when iris has a mouth full of words. she knew just when to strike &. iris is so lounged against the rainbow-stripe fold-out chair, you’d expect it to be summer &. not dusk. you’d also not expect the slender fingers snaking in when iris’ eyes are closed, plucking lollipop from plump lips. green forests burst wide, first seeing new york city’s stars from the height their apartment building can grant, then flashing to the culprit. just as quickly---- that is, TOO QUICK--- iris sweeps in, returning the favour with a, ‘ yoink, cunt ! ‘ laughter follows the woman bog-lapping the rooftop. eyes return to eyes, grape lolly hanging as threat over the edge. brow quirks up, asking: well, whatcha gonna do about it?

#bledbad #*·☆ﾟ. *· ASK MEME.#bcos i cant small txt on ask anymore !!!!! ur welcome 2 reply if u want 2 continue dis !!!

promptfairy

❥ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 [ 𝐀 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ] .

designed for muses with a bit of unresolved tension between them , but can be used for any circumstances you see fit !!

♡ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : add ‘ + 🔁 ’ to reverse the roles .

📖 : my muse discovers your muse reading a diary entry that my muse wrote about yours .

💅 : your muse paints my muse’s nails .

🚿 : my muse accidentally moans while your muse washes their hair .

👕 : your muse helps my muse get dressed after my muse sustains an injury or illness .

🛏️ : our muses are forced by circumstance to share a bed for the night .

🧼 : your muse bathes mine after my muse sustains an injury or illness .

🙏 : our muses’ hands brush as they walk side by side .

💢 : your muse picks mine up & carries them over their shoulder .

👁️ : your muse is watching mine sleep , when my muse suddenly wakes up & catches them .

🚬 : my muse steals a cigarette ( or lollipop ) from your muse & puts it in their mouth .

🎐 : our muses slow dance together .

🧦 : your muse walks in on my muse changing clothes .

🎀 : your muse brushes my muse’s hair .

💍 : our muses are mistaken for a couple by someone else .

👔 : your muse notices that my muse’s shirt is open & goes to ‘ fix it ’ .

👗 : my muse sees yours all dressed up .

🪑 : my muse is ‘ forced ’ to sit on your muse’s lap ( due to a lack of chairs , faulty seatbelt , etc . )

🍆 : your muse makes a suggestive joke but my muse actually acts on it .

#iris is like WAHT TENSION #would do all of these every day BYE #anyone can send in also 1! even if we havent plotted iris is casual enough to do this with strangers truLY

@lcvingness.

always one for a celebration, even TAME ones. nothing illegal on her person means... tonight will have a different tune than the norm. head finishing on pillow, not booth cushion. the goods brought to her auntie’s door are homemade--- mostly, &. entirely touched with love. her heart’s tender enough for the array of gifts to be planted in weaved basket, white ribbon curling around the handle like growing vines. sprouting out: flower bouquet atop wrapped homemade-tiramisu. it should probably go back in the fridge before they pig out, but that isn’t why her knuckles are so quick to knock. &. to the open door, there beams iris &. her wide eyes, smile that’s all teeth. ‘ happy mother’s day ! ‘

#lcvingness #*·☆ﾟ. *· INTERACTIONS.

luckersnwalsh‌.

@heartplead

it always starts with the pacing. sucking down cigarettes one by one and flipping through her case notes like her life depended on it. pressure’s mounting up now that the witness was a no-show and honestly, she really shouldn’t resort to vices at times like these. but. jules picks up the phone. puts the phone down. picks up the phone. can’t keep doing this. puts down the phone. why the fuck not? it’s the weekend, for fuck’s sake. picks the phone up.

five seconds and a flurry of tapping later and,

– To IRIS:

soooo u wanna grab us a ten bag ?

do you know what would be wise? an early night. tucking in, woolen socks ON, doona UP to her chin &. held close. but something wicked this way comes: a smirk, prompted by a text. dark circles beneath dark eyes can remain disturbed a day longer, right? no harm in procrastination, nor anything wise in iris winters.

- To WALSHIE 🌻 🌞 YES BABY. u read my mind? 20 min ! order fries 🍟

it isn’t like she’s missing the required product, anyway. slipping the baggie from the rummaged top draw to her pocket, iris becomes one with the city again. she’s helped walshie unwind enough times to know exactly which train to catch ( &. exactly which alleys to avoid ! ), so in record time she’s all arms around the brunette in the doorway, all words. ‘ hey! ---- shit, i’m letting all the cold in. ‘

#*·☆ﾟ. *· INTERACTIONS.#luckersnwalsh #drugs mention //

beccs

Euphoria | 1.02

#ft. evie.#ft. sage.

saaaagebro.

open to: everyone setting: large grocery store assume connections or be strangers!!

alright, so, like, grocery stores are for buying food. sage knows this. she has a full understanding of the purpose of grocery stores – and yet she’s standing in the back of aisle seven, no cart in sight, in a casual-but-poppin’ fit. it is later than the average shopping hour – 11 o’clock and change – so it’s the perfect time for her task.

‘perfect,’ she thinks, scouring the shelves for the right look. she’s in the cereal aisle, which is classic enough to be hashtag funny and relatable, and colorful enough to rack up the likes. it’s genius, really, and she’s been working on this for far too long to let it just happen within the confines of her apartment. no, no, it’s time for the world – both the real one and the fake phone one – to experience this.

she takes her phone and places it across the aisle, resting against a box of pancake batter until she has the right angle. check. going well so far. head swivels to the left, then the right – coast continues to be clear. without hesitation, she reaches down to slide her sneakers off her feet, leaving her in a pair of mismatched colorful socks on the linoleum. the shoes end up on her hands, and, well – phase one is complete.

until she realizes that she definitely needs her finger to press start. that’s an issue that’s quickly resolved by the existence self-timer, so, check. she silently thanks whoever invented that and steps further back, taking a look at what the shot’s about to look like. sweet.

and then she slides her socked-feet back over to her phone, ready to make it all happen. that is until she hears a cart squeak by her aisle and, realizing her hands are literally inside her shoes right now, sharply turns her head towards the noise.

“i promise, this is so not what it looks like. i don’t know if it looks like anything – but it’s so not.”

CUTE. it’s the first concrete thought when iris rounds the corner, stopping and taking breath just to watch. is it surprising that her roommate is currently sliding on her socks, wearing sneakers for hands?? no. it’s only surprising that evie isn’t gracing pirouettes around her, holding the camera for all the world to see. better than the show is the applause--- if a middle aged woman with shaking head and muttering something about this damn city, exiting stage right can be counted as such. ‘ you really have a way with the ladies, kid. ‘