#ironlvngs

[aletheapierce]

@ironlvngs continued from here

maybe it's because alethea felt close to link, their friendship budding throughout the year, that she found herself here. a positive to the absence of greer, allowing the two time to know each other. be friends. still didn't make it that great, or make them question why couldn't they just let this lie like they did everything else? her hands found each other, thumbs twirling to a silent rhythm, as they stepped into his room, moving to the chair. "uh, we're friends right?" she started, clearing her throat softly, looking up at them with a touch of confusion. "like you'd call us friends." for some reason that was important to her, at this time. but they could do something like that to someone they supposedly liked enough to date, what did it mean for someone like her? a new friend on the fringes? "why...why were using your own girlfriend?" it seemed so fucking stupid, but something in alethea couldn't let go. of that, of the news about his dad. "and like...is that stuff about your dad true?"

#[[ link ]] #[[ interactions ]] #ironlvngs

[idaclarke]

@ironlvngs when: spring break where: ida & link's room

it hadn't been planned, at all. but there was something about that night. it'd been too many drinks, and link had been annoying her to no end. the argument, something stupid to begin with, had started at the bar and carried on all the way home until the next thing she knew she was pushing link against their bedroom door in a heated kiss. of which when everything was over, ida had snuck back to her own room, showered and spent the next few days avoiding him. and of course that couldn't last for long considering they lived together. now she was lounged in their shared common room, legs draped over the side of the chair, a book in her lap when the door opened to reveal link standing there. she knew she'd been avoiding him, but also had it in mind that they'd been avoiding her too. looking up she raised an eyebrow, flipping the page of her book. "you been avoidin' me link?" knowing it was mutual.

#[[ link ]] #[[ interactions ]] #ironlvngs

[leakywright]

@ironlvngs​ where: link’s room when: 4:30ish

leaky wasn’t entirely sure why he was trusting link, or even listening to this mysterious g. it hadn’t been a threat, as far as he knew, but rather a suggestion. one he couldn’t keep out of his mind. what was the dean hiding? what did penny know? and what could leaky do about it?

what should leaky do about it?

these questions plagued him as he jogged up to link’s room, knocking lightly on the door as he leaned back against the wall trying to act casual. link and him weren’t on bad terms by any means - they’d almost made-out at one point. but they weren’t particularly close. “hey uh, it’s me. leaky.” he laughed, as the door opened. 

#[[ link ]] #[[ interactions ]] #ironlvngs

[aceofportsmouth]

where - linden dorm when - a few days after move in who - @ironlvngs

The sound of cursing and items hitting the floor brought a smile to Booker’s lips as he leaned against his bedroom wall. The dormitory had been filled with people trying to get all their things back to their rooms for the rest of the semester. It was the perfect time for revenge. Booker hadn’t forgotten his embarrassment at the PIKE house, and who was behind it. The Wells don’t take kindly to people who wrong them. Link took something from him that night, so it was only fair to return the favor. There was a loud banging on his door, and he chuckled softly, moving at a snail’s pace to open the door. “Hey Link!” Booker greets, enthusiastically, leaning against the doorway. “How is your move in going?” He didn’t care. Both of them knew why they were there.

#wells enough #ironlvngs #thread 3: ironlvngs #let me know if I need to change anything #drama drama drama

[kitkallberg]

CLOSED STARTER for @ironlvngs​​ LOCATION: Casino Night Fundraiser

Kit tried to stay away from his phone during events. Something about being present, grounding himself with the people in the room. But as busy as the Casino Night venue was, there were still lulls. Kit found himself burrowing his hand into the pocket of his slacks to retrieve his phone, having felt it buzzing in there earlier when he was having a conversation with someone. The group chat was active again. No surprise. But its contents? Big surprise. Huge. In fact, definitely made him regret choosing to look at his phone at all. God, Kit wished he didn’t know how to read. Locking his phone, he watched the screen go dark and slid it back into his pocket. He needed a drink. A real one this time. He’s earned it after all of the mocktails and waters he’s had. It was on his way to the bar that Kit thought perhaps all of the good luck he’s had this evening has finally run out, crossing paths with Link. He sighed at the sight of them. “Pick up your Minions watch yet?” He asked, his tone bored to the bone.

#link. #ironlvngs #this gif isn't super accurate but i wanted to use it anyway hdfjhfd #it's kit's mood when he sees link <3

[quinneths]

𝕨𝕙𝕠      @ironlvngs​ 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖  the pool party 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟    late into the evening, the attendees are suitably buzzed

              she   sat   alone   in   the   men's   locker   room.   after   a   failed   attempt   to   complete   her   dare,   quinn   was   toying   with   the   idea   of   giving   up   and   going   home.   while   she   didn't   want   the   anonymous   'g'   spilling   her   secrets—   she   also   knew   if   they   did,   they'd   have   little   left   to   blackmail   her   with.   was   it   worth   the   risk?   as   tempting   as   it   was,   at   this   time   in   the   term;   absolutely   not.   it   was   still   early   enough   in   the   year   that   the   whispers   would   follow   her   into   next.   that   paired   with   greer's   disappearance   and   she   would   be   a   laughing   stock.   she   cared   too   much   about   her   reputation   for   that.

              so   she   fell   on   her   backup   plan...   as   shameful   as   it   was.   the   scheme   was   basic,   a   little   desperate   and   it   relied   on   the   base   desire   of   even   the   most   prudish   college   students   to   give   in   to   their   lust.   ogden   students   in   particular   had   a   proclivity   for   believing   they   were   god   given   gifts.   if   she   targeted   someone   she   had   some   kind   of   history   with,   someone   she   knew   would   fall   for   her   flirting,   quinn   was   sure   she   could   pull   this   off.

              just   as   the   blonde   was   about   to   get   up   from   the   bench   and   go   back   into   the   main   hall   where   the   pool,   and   most   of   the   party,   still   was,   lady   luck   dropped   a   prize   goose   into   her   lap.   she   tilted   her   head   as   the   door   swung   shut   behind   link.   the   overheads   were   off   and   the   light   was   low.   still,   she   could   make   out   their   silhouette   from   that   mop   head   they   called   hair.   "you   better   not   be   following   me,   crawford."   she   sung   into   the   space   between   them,   her   voice   honeyed   and   inviting.

#※ ——— opening ▪ quinn #※ ——— event ▪ ogden #ironlvngs #pls don't match length unless you want to #things got outta hand

[charfletchh]

👌

"you literally can't tell anyone this," she slurred to a stranger she'd regret speaking to in the morning, "but you see that guy? over there? yeah, link, you know him? no? good, okay so when we were hooking up i fucked someone else and i made sure they found out about it! i told someone else to tell them! isn't that funny?" exasperated with herself, she rolled her eyes. " or like, is that psycho? no be honest, was that like, totally psycho to do?"

#ironlvngs #i'm...... #♦‘ﾟ‣ {.ask } — ❝ end it all so legendary ❞

[averyzhao]

CLOSED STARTER for @ironlvngs​ LOCATION: A dive bar somewhere

The Rolling Stones’ Miss You playing from a jukebox. The scent of cigarette smoke so thick in the air it practically clung to you. A dive bar at its finest. After the debate in the campus group chat, Avery itched to find herself in one. All it took was a quick Google search to locate one not too far from Ogden. Then a text to one Link Crawford so she didn’t have to spend the night alone. Dive bars got boring real quick when you didn’t drink. She’d need company to keep herself entertained throughout the night, and Link’s was as good as any. 

To their surprise, it was Karaoke Night at this particular dive bar they rocked up to. Sharp feedback from a mic on the small stage in the establishment greeted her ears, followed by what she assumed was the bar manager tapping into it a couple of times. “Jesus,” she muttered, a small chuckle leaving her as she watched him announce that their special event of the evening would now be taking place. A few whoops and hollers were heard from the bar’s patrons. Some applause too. But no one had taken the stage just yet. She turned to Link. “How much would I have to pay you to get up there and sing something from Celine Dion?” She asked, staring at them with amusement in her eyes and her mouth stretched into a wide smile.

#link. #ironlvngs

[davshinwara]

who: @ironlvngs when: late afternoon where: the quad

When she had first spotted Link, she had meant to just say to him, but he'd left before she could. Given that a friend of hers had asked Dav to ask some questions to one of their seniors, it felt only logical to follow him out. But then she did, and he didn't seem in a mood to talk when he arrived at the quad, and she didn't feel comfortable just approaching him, so instead, she sat down on the grass and hoped to get away with it despite all evidence pointing to the fact that she wouldn't. Still, she took out a book from her bag and started reading, hoping to make it look coincidental.

#[ interaction ] link crawford #ironlvngs #shady ass behavior

[isabellafm]

WHO: @ironlvngs​. WHEN: A Thursday afternoon. WHERE: The sidewalk leading out to the campus beach.

On days where the weather cooled and the leaves changed, the beach was a perfect spot. It wasn’t completely empty, no, but it was peaceful. There’d be art students galore, canvases and cameras out, or students studying in between their classes, or couples sneaking off together. It was a way for Bella to seek out community, to be reminded that she can speak and hear and experience. Public opinion would say the legacy enjoyed her alone time, but it became a condition, a habit formed from the life of a busy, only child. Ballet studio, then class, then tutoring, then studio to end the night. Now, even in her sophomore year, and especially without Greer to offer guidance, she was lost.

And so, her rollerblading time was a way for her to reach out. It was cool, right? At least she hoped so, craving someone to stop her on the path despite her cold, unapproachable reputation. But of course, the first lone person she encountered had to be an antagonistic one.

“Can’t you like, drop out, or transfer? Or maybe die?” she flat-lined towards Link Crawford, an opponent of a man if she ever met one. She realized how intimidating she looked on her pale pink rollerskates, with matching knee and elbow pads. “Take your pick, Lincoln, or perhaps, we can draw out of a hat.”

#ft. link. #ironlvngs

[ogdencollegerp]

SEPTEMBER 2ND, 2023

After last year, it was no wonder that everyone was waiting on the edge of their seats for whatever would befall them during the Homecoming Gala that year. There was no way a night at an Ogden College event would go smoothly. And as the night went on, and no anonymous taunts or threats were dangled their way, no one relaxed. Even as they prepared to announce the winners of the vote, a member of the student board stepping up to the mic, the tension only ramped up.

Ogden College’s Homecoming Court for 2023 is...

King - @ollieinoue Queen - @walshparker Homecoming Court - @cara-mrrsn, @charfletchh, @heathtalbot, @ironlvngs, @nataliavega, @sassa-fiske

It seemed that - or once - they were being allowed to enjoy their evening. But students, even those claiming their victories, still didn't loosen up. Because surely G was brewing something in the silence.

And the longer it lasted....

the more foreboding it seemed.

#ogdenevent #ogden homecoming 2023

[aletheapierce]

@ironlvngs where: linden 4a when: second week of classes

if you asked alethea when this friendship came into being, she wouldn’t be able to give you an answer. they had known link most of their time at ogden, a friend of greer’s. but the thing was that greer had so many friends, and worked in such ways to keep them a part. alethea still hadn’t been able to figure out if that was on purpose yet or not, but it seemed minuscule now. 

because now, alethea was laid across link’s bed, shins and feet dangling off the edge as she stared at the ceiling, slowly passing a joint back to them. it seemed almost normal. “link...” they began, blowing out the smoke. “tell me something about you i don’t know.” 

#{{ interaction -- link }} #ironlvngs #drug use tw

[idaclarke]

12, 15

12. Did your muse go on any trips or vacations as a kid? Where did they go? How did they feel about traveling?

absolutely not. their vacations and trips were into gatlinburg or pigeon forge to dollywood. sometimes she could convince someone to go hiking with her, but other than that the clarke family didn't travel at all. can you imagine carting 11 kids around? since then ida has wanted to travel more, and has tried to where she could.

15. What’s one childhood memory that has stuck with your muse over the years? What’s it significance to your muse now?

one day when ida was around 11 or 12, she was doing her nightly chores around the barn where she caught her two older siblings, doris and calvin were smoking behind the barn. her father and meemaw were avid smokers, though their mother determined that none of her kids would. in exchange for her silence she was relieved of her nightly duties and slipped her first cigarette. that's when ida learned that knowledge is in fact power.

#[[ answered ]] #ask memes #ironlvngs

[leakywright]

2, 15, 18

2. Where did your muse grow up? What was their home like? Did they like where they grew up?

leaky grew up in cleveland mississsippi, which is in the mississippi delta, and home to the only grammy museum outside of la! his home was small but packed with love, good food, and always a crowd. it was the home all the family came to for holidays, where his friends (and his siblings friends) congregated on the weekends, and his parents had an open door policy. he loved it, despite the challenges of the small town and mississippi, leaky loved it. he still loves it.

15. What’s one childhood memory that has stuck with your muse over the years? What’s it significance to your muse now?

there's decent age-gaps between him and his siblings, so one day he was around the age of seven, and his younger sister haven was two. amai was still three years away from being born. but he was seated in the front yard frustrated as he looked through a patch of clover that he could not find a four-leaf clover. and then haven plopped down next to him, picked up a clover to hand to him, and by some miracle it had four leaves. briefly he was jealous that a baby could find it and he couldn't, but leaky just said thank you and gave her a hug instead. ever since then haven gave leaky about 90% of the four leaf clovers she found, and he's kept most of them.

18. What’s one thing that instantly transports your muse back to their childhood? Why?

honeysuckle. it grew wild over his yard, throughout his town. kids would pluck it at recess to quench their thirst. after sporting events it was more refreshing than any amount of water or gatorade could be. so anytime he gets a whiff of it, he is taken back to childhood.

#[[ answered ]] #ironlvngs #ask memes

[aceofportsmouth]

where- tri delt valentine’s social, spin the bottle when - feb 17th who - @ironlvngs

“I would rather die.” He scoffs. Booker didn’t care if the words were in poor taste, bad timing, or whatever. The bottle landing on Link Crawford of all people sank his mood to the pits of hell. Seven minutes in heaven was the chance to kiss someone, not get beaten up. His complaints land on deaf ears as Booker is basically pushed into the closet alongside his companion. Booker glares at Link, standing taller. To be trapped in a room with your worst enemy, without witnesses, meant trouble. Not that Booker was worried, totally not worried. However, no reason to mess up his face before baseball season started. The only silver lining was if anything did happen, Link’s reputation wasn’t in a good place right now. Link may be scrappy, but he wasn’t dumb enough to start something. “Don’t you even think about coming near me.” He threatens, staying on the other side of the small closet.

#wellsenough #event valentine’s day #ironlvngs #thread 5: ironlvngs

[kitkallberg]

CLOSED STARTER for @ironlvngs LOCATION: Outside of a school building

Kit was making his way down a paved path on campus when he spotted Link leaving a lecture building. The sight of the photographer sparked his anger, reminded of the sick move he played on Kit as he rushed over, textbook for his next class gripped tightly in his hand. He backed Link against a wall, broad form in front of the photographer to keep him in place. “Dude, what the hell?” He was sure Link didn’t need any clarification. He knew damn well what he did. Throwing Kit to the cops like he was a juicy chicken wing and they were a bunch of hungry alligators. “Do you have any idea what you did telling the cops about me and Greer’s ‘fights’?” As if that’s what they actually were. It was more like Kit bringing up a totally normal concern and Greer shooting him down, telling him he was worried about nothing and making him feel like an idiot for bringing it up in the first place. It was... what was that thing called? Candle lighting? No, gaslighting! That was it.

#ironlvngs #link. #hope this is okay! <3