#para: iris

[inufaiya]

Preparada para el Art Fight (saca el lápiz)

[kys-na-perekys]

I'M SORRY I'VE BEEN AWAY SO LONG, I'VE BEEN SICK AND STUDYING. AND I APOLOGIZE FOR MY BADGES (I LOVE MY BAG)

[nevermore-grimes]

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐈.𝐑.𝐈.𝐒. 👁

Dividers by @/cursed-carmine

Role(s): Fantapara Age: Created recently, but programmed to say 25 Gender: AFAC (Assigned female at creation, hehehe!) Pronouns: She/her Species: Synthezoid Birthplace Place of Creation: Earth Sexuality: Pansexual (Robots don't have gender preferences 🤷‍♀️) Source Media(s): Companion (2025) Associated Tag(s): Chronicled

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I.R.I.S. (Intelligence and Reconnaissance Integration Synthezoid) was S.H.I.E.L.D.’s successful attempt in recreating parts of Vision’s technology to create a lifelike humanoid “android” that gathers and processes information while taking directives

Under the cover of Walker’s new wife, I.R.I.S.’s main objective is to assist him in his goal of killing Nevermore; she currently has all of Nevermore’s S.H.I.E.L.D. files stored in her database, as well as the ability to scan the news for Ember Blade sightings, use biometric data to recognize her face, and record POV footage at all times (She is not outright programmed to attack, but still has the capability to fight out of self defense and defense of Walker)

The caveat to this is that I.R.I.S. has no idea that she’s not human, nor is she aware that her coverstory is just that; she is genuinely in love with Walker, and believes that she’s operating out of devotion to him and protection of him, rather than under an organizational directive

Nonetheless, I.R.I.S. can’t seem to understand why she feels a slight twinge of hesitation each time she goes to act against Nevermore…

[xjaylahopkins]

where: Ren Faire when: July 27th, 2024 who: Jayla & @irisxanthe

For Jayla, the Ren Faire felt like home. She was making it a point to enjoy her day to the fullest, experiencing all the Faire had to offer with as many friends as possible. Having split from her previous companion for the afternoon, Jayla headed to the previously agreed upon meeting place to find her roommate. Spotting Iris, Jayla rushed her way. "Isn't this so cool?!" she exclaimed, with all of the excited energy of a small child experiencing the sugar rush of their lives.

[xalecjacobs]

where: Cemetery Tour when: New Orleans trip - February 2024 who: Alec & @irisxanthe

Alec was looking forward to check out some more of the spooky side of New Orleans. Even more so when he found himself among familiar faces, heading on a ghost tour for the evening. Spotting Iris, he approached with a smile. "What's up?"

[eijunst]

[tireideum-livro]

"– Não faça isso.

Minhas sobrancelhas se frazem.

– Fazer o quê?

– Menosprezar sua experiência porque outra pessoa sofreu mais do que você."

‐ Termos e condições para o amor, Lauren Asher.

[rcsesnoir]

tag dump !

[xwesjames]

"She's pretty badass," Wesley nodded, proud grin across his face. Now almost twelve, Wes took great pride in the person Arabella was. Whether it was truly the conscious effort he and her mom put toward raising a fearless yet responsible young girl, or she had simply inherited a perfect mix of his and Kelsie's personalities, that little girl was amazed him daily. "Cool, definitely cool," he chuckled in response to Iris's question. "If you've got other suggestions on what to get a twelve year old girl, I'm all ears."

"Then you're gonna raise her to be a powerful badass girl." Iris grinned back at him. It meant a lot to allow little girls to express themselves in all the many ways they could be. "What are you thinking? Something flashy or something big or something just really damn cool?"

[theartofruling]

The Wilting Flower || Iris Self Para

Who: Iris + Vincent (Viggo's dad)

Where: Northland Falls

When: 192 ish years ago

Mentions: Markus Olsen & Daphne Meadows

Description: Memories Iris lost are coming back to the surface and this para explores how she lost them.

“Who is Markus Olsen?” The familiar voice asked as Iris sat still like she was told. She couldn’t move and she couldn’t speak unless he told her to but she couldn’t remember who she was currently talking to. “Speak.” 

She smiled, her cheeks flushed at the thought of Markus. “My Mate. He’s the sweetest man I’ve ever met.” 

“When did you first meet Markus?” 

“At one of the King’s parties. I was drawn to him. He was the first vampire who was nice to me. But it was more than that. He didn’t ask for blood or sex. We just talked. Our chats actually saved me from being passed around when he was there.” 

The man she couldn’t remember sneered. “That’s not right. Say it.” 

No matter how much she fought it the command was something she had to follow. “It’s not right. I didn’t meet him there.” 

“You met Vincent at those parties. Markus was Vincent’s annoying best friend, wasn’t he?” 

“Yes. Vincent introduced us.” 

“Who is Markus?” 

Iris searched her memories. “My mate and Vincent’s best friend.” 

“How did you feel when you met him?” 

“Warm. Like I wasn’t being held hostage here. Like there was hope.”

“Over time?” 

“Over time, I grew to love him. It was fast and intense. And I have only felt it one other time.” 

“With?” 

“Not important.”

“Iris, with who? Who was your other mate?”

She gritted her teeth. “No.”

“Don’t hide things from me Iris, we’re to have a future together. Tell me.” 

Iris could feel him pushing but he was already taking Markus away. He couldn’t have her too. Her entire body tensed, her nose bleeding as she fought. “I said no. You can’t take either of them.” 

“Stop talking,” he commanded. Standing to get her a tissue. She couldn’t move. The command handed down long ago. He wiped her nose, gently. “See. I’m not the bad guy. I just need you. You may seem like nothing to the others. But the king adores you.” 

He tossed the tissue. “Don’t, fight me baby, Markus is just a man love can come in many forms. Now, where were we?” 

“When did you fall in love with Markus? You may speak now.” 

She was tired. They had been at this for weeks. Her head pounding and she tried to hold the memories, tried to hold onto him. But her puppet master was savvy and stronger. “When we were in bed cuddling and it just felt right.” She lied and her nose began to bleed, giving away that she was pushing against the compulsion. She did fall more in love during those times. 

“Who is Markus?” 

“My mate and Vincent’s best friend.” 

“How does he make you feel?” 

“Warm, and loved.” 

“That’s not how he makes you feel. Is it?” 

“No.” 

“You find him annoying and frustrating as Vincent’s best friend.” 

“He’s Vincent’s annoying and frustrating best friend.” 

“Who is Markus?”

“My mate and Vincent’s annoying best friend.” 

Her captor smiled as though she made progress. “How do you feel about Markus?” 

“He’s annoying and frustrating and I love him.” 

This angered her captor. “When did you start loving him?” 

She could feel the push and she was too tired to fight. “When we spent our first night in my quarters. He made it feel like we were miles away. Like I would see…her again and like we could all be happy.” Iris gritted her teeth, knowing what would happen next. Tears blurred her vision and she blinked them away.

“That’s not what happened is it?”

As tears rolled down her cheeks, she stayed silent. Iris hoped to delay the inevitable, which angered her captor more. He lifted her chin, leveling her gaze. “Answer me.” 

“No. That’s not what happened,” her voice was no louder than a whisper. Utterly defeated that these vampires had taken everything from her. And they still found more to take. 

“You and Vincent spent those nights together, but he got you out of the castle. You felt freedom as you talked under the stars about your future. Your heart swelled with love for Vincent, Markus was nowhere to be found. Because he was only ever Vincent’s annoying best friend. Every memory you have of Markus is Vincent. Every ounce of love in your heart belongs to Vincent and your future is with Vincent.” 

He grabbed another tissue handing it to her. “You may move to wipe your eyes and then you can’t move a muscle. You won’t remember me questioning you. This is your first time sitting down and you won’t remember who asked you these questions when we’re done.” 

“Okay.” She wiped her tears. 

“Who is Markus?” A voice asked from behind her. She almost turned but he guided her not to. 

“Vincent’s annoying best friend.” 

“How do you feel about him?” 

“He’s annoying but I guess he’s okay. I have only seen him in passing.” 

“For eight years?” 

“It’s not like he goes out of his way to talk to me,” she snapped. That bothered her but she didn’t know why. Her heart ached at the thought but all of this questioning was confusing. 

“Who is Vincent?”

“The man I…love.” But it felt empty, no real feeling behind it. 

“You’ll feel it soon enough,” the man said. 

A knock at the door brought her out of her haze. She couldn’t remember why she was in this room. But when she turned around, there was the man she loved. Standing there grinning at her. “Vincent!” she rushed into his arms. 

“I’ve missed you, my little flower. Did you miss me?” 

“Yes.” She spoke against his lips. 

“I love you, my little flower.” 

“I love you too.” 

[writelikeyouarerunningoutof]

❝ i'm always blown away by just how talented you are. ❞ (Iris @ Laurel)

meme: in case you didn't know status: accepting (from mutuals)

The laugh that escaped her lips was more than a little self-conscious, a blush steadily deepening on Laurel's cheeks. "Me?" She tried to brush Iris' words off. "I'm constantly in awe at what you do. Putting yourself out there to make sure the truth gets out. It's amazing, Iris."

[dwarfstaralloy]

❝ you truly are too good for this world. ❞ (Iris)

meme: in case you didn't know status: accepting (from mutuals)

There's a moment where he makes a who, me? gesture in surprise before Ray's grinning a little bashfully. "That's sweet. Not true, but sweet, Iris, thank you."

[xjaylahopkins]

where: Horseback Riding at Harmony Ranch when: Earth Week - April 2024 who: Jayla & @irisxanthe

Jayla spent most of her weekends at Harmony Ranch with her horse, Misty, as it was. It was always exciting when she managed to convince someone else into tagging along. This trip to the ranch was even more exciting as her companion for the day was her roommates, Iris. While Jayla would be riding her own horse, they had to find a horse for Iris first. "This is Lucky," she introduced Iris to one of the ranch horses she often helped care for.

[oatslattes]

꒰     ﾉ     .     ‎꣑꣒          gale   has   always   been   a   workaholic     ,     even   more   so   when   they   broke   up     .     it   was   the   only   thing   that   could   distract   him   from   how   much   his   heart   was   hurting   and   yearning   for   iris     .     working   overtime   while   paying   no   mind   to   his   needs     ,     which   is   probably   why   he   was   experiencing   his   body   breaking   down   lately     .     ever   since   they   got   back   together     ,     he   has   gotten   better   with   managing   his   schedule     ,     taking   days   off     ,     and   not   working   consecutive   ten-to-twelve-hour   shifts     .     iris   constantly   reminds   him   to   get   some   rest   and   not   push   himself   too   hard   to   the   point   where   he   is   past   his   limit     .     he   doesn't   want   to   depend   on   iris   too   much     ,     but   knowing   that   he   has   someone   to   go   home   to   allows   him   to   relax   because   the   only   time   he's   able   to   rest   is   when   iris   is   around   .

gale   never   wants   her   to   worry   about   him   like   this—   he   knows   deep   down   that   this   was   nothing   and   he'll   be   back   to   his   normal   self   in   a   few   days     .     he   still   feels   weak     ,     but   a   lot   better   than   how   he   was   feeling   the   past   few   days   when   he   was   admitted   into   the   hospital   .     “     i'm   sorry   for   making   you   worry     ,     hindi   na   'to   mauulit—   i'll   do   better     ,     i   promise     ,     ”     he   kisses   the   top   of   her   head     ,     pulling   her   closer   to   his   body     ,     embracing   her   tightly     .     “     it's   a   cafe   lego   set   na   i   wanted   to   build   tapos   display   ko   sa   cafe   mo   para   pag   tiningnan   mo   ako   agad   iisipin   mo     ,     ”     he   teases     ,     pulling   away   to   meet   her   gaze   with   that   annoying   smile   on   his   face     ,     that   one   he   knows   that   she   hates     .     “     yabu   tayo   for   lunch     ?     okay   lang     ?     unless   you're   craving   something   else     .     ” 

* ㅤ ₊   ౨ৎ   ˚          maybe   it’s   her   instinct   warning   her   ,   that   sense   deep   inside   telling   her   something   is   wrong   .   no   matter   how   much   gale   tries   to   reassure   her   ,   iris   can't   shake   the   worry   gnawing   at   her   because   of   his   health   .   she   prays   it's   nothing   serious—   that   he’s   only   dealing   with   anemia   ,   that   his   collapse   was   just   from   overworking   ,   nothing   more   .   in   her   heart   ,   she’s   pleading   with   the   universe   ,   with   anyone   who   might   listen   ,   for   a   gentle   diagnosis   .   she   can’t   bear   the   thought   of   losing   him   ,   not   when   there’s   still   so   much   she   wants   to   share   with   him   ,   both   now   and   in   the   future   .   “   sabi   ko   naman   kasi   sayo   ,   magpahinga   ,   ”   she   sighs   ,   shaking   her   head   .   “   working   too   hard   won’t   make   you   the   ceo   or   chairman   .   ” as   tries   to   charm   her   with   a   kiss   request   ,   iris   just   scoffs   playfully   ,   crossing   her   arms   over   her   chest   .   “   ayaw   ko   .   hindi   mo   pa   deserve   ng   kiss   ngayon   for   making   me   worry   .   atsaka   ,   food   ang   kailangan   mo   ,   hindi   kiss   ko   .   ”   though   the   frustration   shows   on   her   face   ,   she   isn’t   truly   angry—   just   deeply   concerned   .   softening   ,   she   sighs   .   “   mamaya   ,   pagkakain   natin   ,   kikiss   kita   .   ”   finally   ,   she   lets   herself   relax   in   his   arms   ,   leaning   into   him   .   “   sige   ,   anong   lego   set   bibilhin   mo   ?   ”   she   asks   ,   nodding   ,   hoping   the   little   distraction   of   building   a   lego   set   together   will   help   ease   their   minds   ,   if   only   for   a   while   .

[kurniawangunadi]

Pohon Tumbuh Tidak Tergesa-gesa

Makin dewasa, kadang tidak sadar membandingkan diri sama orang lain. Mengukur diri dengan alat ukur yang tak seharusnya kita gunakan; persepsi orang lain.

Waktu pulang ke rumah orang tua minggu lalu, aku menyadari jika banyak pohon di sekitar rumah ini yang umurnya lebih tua dari umurku, mereka adalah pohon kelapa, mangga, rambutan, dan nangka. Bahkan, foto mereka saat masih tumbuh masih ada, menjadi latar fotoku saat masih kecil dulu.

Mereka masih berbuah hingga hari ini, memberi manfaat meski menetap tak berpindah sama sekali. Bahkan, seiring kesibukanku, aku tak menyadari pertumbuhannya.

Entah kenapa, sulit bagi kita meneladani pohon. Andai kita petani, kita pun akan sadar tidak bisa memaksa padi tumbuh hingga menghasilkan bulirnya dalam sebulan. Mangga yang baru bertunas, tak bisa kita paksa segera berbuah dalam enam bulan. Apalagi tanaman-tanaman yang lebih lama lagi seperti durian. Mereka, para petani, amat sabar merawatnya dari bibit hinga berbuah, hingga layak panen.

Entah kenapa kita nggak pernah sabar sama hal-hal yang lagi kita tanam sendiri, dari pekerjaan ingin segera punya pekerjaan yang baik dengan gaji besar, dari pendidikan ingin segera selesai dengan nilai memuaskan, dari berkeluarga ingin bergegas menikah - punya anak - hidup bahagia - punya rumah - punya apapun, dan entah apapun yang lagi kita mulai. Kita tergesa untuk segera lihat hasilnya, tidak hanya itu, tapi juga berekspektasi bahwa kita akan mendapatkan hasil yang baik.

Entah kenapa, kita terasa begitu tergesa-gesa. Seolah jika sudah sampai kepala tiga, semuanya telah terlambat. Seolah kita kalah dari perlombaan yang sebenarnya tidak pernah ada.

Dan karena begitu tergesa-gesa, kita kadang nggak sadar bahwa bisa jadi kita adalah pohon durian yang iri kepada padi. Kata terfamiliarnya adalah kita kehilangan jati diri. (c)kurniawangunadi