#(( IRIS...I ADORE YOU

[perelka-l]

Sleeping dragons 😴

[howifeltabouthim]

'Sometimes you talk rot, Rupert darling, but I adore listening to you all the same.'

Iris Murdoch, from A Fairly Honourable Defeat

[psychiclounge]

Iris - wellingtoncrab (2022)

That night, dreaming - I reached the end - The door of an ivy ruin - From which we ran - And I never stopped - And you, You never left.

bonus dewdrop

[mewkwota]

Kinda like what I did for Tera, here's Iris' DXC dialogue but only the part that made me go teehee and I was also trying to fit it onto one page. The delivery of the lines isn't as goofy as I drew them to be, but I find the transition to feel as endearingly such.

There's something really cute about Richter's voice in this game switching from "cool serious" to "super sweetie" in the same breath.

[selfdiagnosedeyemotif]

god i need to thank clark powell because she must have put SOMETHING in the Three in the Morning motif that makes every version of it make me want to tear off my face and scream at the moon

[dementedspeedster]

You take after your granddad too much to have asked her out. Any game you have is the equivalent of accidentally backhanding the ball into the net.

Thad stutters out a series of consonants and insulted sound huffs and puffs, none of which truly form a single word as he tries, as he desperately tries to come up with any sort of retort to this accusation.

But instead with his mouth agape and an insulted look stuck across his face, he comes up with nothing.

Grife. Was he actually more like Barry than he thought?

It wasn't the worst things in the world, though he did hate the amount of doubt everyone had in him.

[hakusins]

Jam, Candy, and Ruby for your cat boy please :3

WEEEHHH THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT MY BABY!!!!!!!!!!! :DDDD

OC: Orpheus

send me RED OC Asks!

10. JAM - Can they cook?

For a good chunk of his life, Orpheus lived off of the grid and away from human society. He often traveled with mercenary groups/merchant groups to survive, doing odd jobs here and there. So he does pick up some skills to learn and survive! But he isn't Gordon Ramsey. If you put him in a formal kitchen setting, he'd be utterly lost, but he can cook up some delicious and quick dinner when camping or on the go.

11. CANDY - Do they have a sweet tooth?

Combining the art for this with the question below but the short answer is - YES !! he has the biggest sweet tooth!! he rarely eats sugar and when he finally reunited with his father, and he got a taste of cake, he always seeks out cake every day.

14. RUBY - What do they consider most precious/valuable?

oH definitely his family!!! he always wanted a family, since his mother abandoned him in the slums one day and he was left to fend for himself. when he got older and met his father and then a few years later, met his sister. he got really attached and considers them his most precious/valuable thing. would kill/die protecting them!!

[jackdup]

" tim - othyyyyyyyy. " annoying wife who wants you to hand her something across the room mode activated.

@facsimila || bold of you to assume this boy ain't whipped af ಥ‿ಥ

—and so, to the aforementioned “annoying” wife, Timothy pokes his head around the corner like a dog perking at the sound of a rustling bag of treats.

“Uh— Iriiiiiiiis . . . ?” He mimics her inflection, his head canting sideways as he mindlessly massages the wrist where robotic prosthetic meets human flesh. “What's up, cupcake?” Weird, how easy it is to not even realize the vernacular that's become so normal to him at this point. “Y'alright?”

[shinigxmi-muses]

Saw a post talking about the kindness of characters and how that is- often- inherently treated as them being "weak" in some way... Iris on the mind...

I often write Iris in that meek, sweet way because that is who she is… But also the reminder she’s fiercely loyal. To the point of willing to be in danger, herself, for the person she loves.

The same girl who’s been so kind and demure… Admitted on the goddamned stand that if she’d known her own, twin sister had been scheming to kill Phoenix that day… She would’ve fought her own sister. To the death.

That cannot be understated!!!

…I’m also realizing, in retrospect… I once did an RP with a Kristoph where Iris had gotten stabbed. She was rushed to the hospital and ultimately fine, but… In going over this, I’m suddenly wondering if the underlying plot was/should’ve been the attacker was aiming for Kristoph, but Iris made sure to get in his way… (For mild context, they had met and bonded over Dahlia. It was Iris taking that wound, however, that started a shift in their relationship.)

Kristoph was someone important to Dahlia. Important to her memory. I feel like it would’ve qualified him for her protective nature!

[keyotosprompts]

the look of love ೀ

how to describe a loving gaze

⇸ eyes darting all over your face, trying to figure out which part of you they want to set their eyes on the most (it's impossible)

⇸ gazing at you like you're miles away only when you're a few feet away, standing with another person. their stare is hard, intense, but also melting and blank.

⇸ a featherlight touch to your arm with their eyes softly peering up at you. they can't believe that you're allowing them to touch you like this—so innocent, so softly.

⇸ late nights where its just the two of you in a car. they turn over to look at you but immediately turn. for the safety of the both of you, they can't stare at you any longer

⇸ when you're teasing them, they have to bite down extra hard to not release that smile from their lips. their eyes are squinted more tightly than usual. still, they're glued onto you.

⇸ meeting their eyes from across the room, and the two of you have the exact same thought. you turn away first to hold back your laughter, but their eyes are pinned onto you.

⇸ a softened gaze in a random moment. there's no reason for them to be looking at you like that—with slightly hooded eyes and parted lips—except for the fact that they just love seeing you

⇸ you're twirling around in your new outfit, showing the 360 angle. their pupils look like they're completely taking over the iris of their eye. suddenly, breathing becomes a lot more faster than they remember.

⇸ tears run like thrashing rivers on your face, dripping onto your pants and soaking the sleeves of your shirt. but they don't care. even when wiping your tears, they still can't get over how you look absolutely angelic like this.

⇸ eyeing you in the middle of the night, feeling incredibly lucky that they are the only one who can look at you in this state. a smile dawns upon their face as they trace the shape of your jaw, press their fingers in your cheekbones, and kiss you on the cheek.

⇸ a make-out session that seems like it will never stop until they pull away, and the reason being, "i needed to look at you like this," with swollen lips and a red flush.

⇸ laughter dying down into silence. looking at each other and bursting into laughter again.

⇸ being completely bare in front of each other after a long night. shameless admiration where their eyes move up and down your face and body. there's a mix of lust and adoration in their eyes.

⇸ watching you storm off, and all they can do is stand there, focused on your fleeting figure. their face is contorted—not in an angry way—but a look of concern flashes across their features. did they just lose the one they loved the most?

⇸ getting food with the other person and realizing that this is all it takes for you to be content. this is what happiness feels like, you think.

⇸ a gripping hug that makes you feel so seen. that one second during the embrace where you two both look at each other, and time stands still. you want to frame the expression on the other person's face.

⇸ seeing you, and a beaming smile immediately breaks out of their face.

[fromrory]

𐔌 ⋮ “She loves what makes her suffer.”

�� or, Damian's habibti who's is allergic to flowers, and Damian Wayne commits an act of devotion anyway

She loves flowers.

She says it like a confession, every time.

“I know they make me sneeze,” she’ll murmur, eyes watering, “but look at this one. Isn’t she so pretty?”

She’ll cradle a daisy like a holy relic. Brush her fingers reverently across petals in the florist shop window, sighing like she’s greeting old friends. Her voice goes soft around the names of them — freesia, peony, jasmine. Like each one is a poem she’s memorized in another life.

And then she’ll sneeze.

Violently.

Five times in a row.

Damian once watched her nearly pass out because she insisted on keeping a bouquet of lilacs in her room for “vibe purposes.” Alfred had to intervene.

It makes no logical sense.

Why would someone adore something that actively harms them?

He tells her so.

“You know you’re allergic,” he says one day, watching her hold a wildflower with tears in her eyes and blotchy cheeks.

She beams. “But they’re so hopeful, Damian. Like tiny living declarations of beauty for no reason.”

He squints. “That’s irrational.”

“That’s romantic.”

“They make your throat close.”

“They make my heart open.”

He almost chokes on the sheer emotional recklessness of it.

That night, Damian goes to the greenhouse behind the Manor.

The one Cass tends to like it’s her sanctuary.

He enters with surgical gloves and no expectations.

He leaves three hours later, covered in dirt, vaguely pissed off, and carrying a seed catalogue.

Two weeks pass.

She doesn’t hear much from him — patrols, League interference, Bat drama. She doesn’t push. He’s not much of a texter, anyway. But when she rounds the corner into the Wayne Manor west wing one afternoon, Alfred gently guides her to a door she’s never seen before.

“Master Damian asked me to escort you,” the old man says with a subtle smile.

“…To a horror movie set?”

Alfred simply opens the door.

Inside — is a room.

Not large. Not ornate.

But it glows.

The walls are covered in soft white drapes. Fairy lights snake across the ceiling in warm lines. A low wooden bench sits in the center, surrounded by pots of—

“Wait,” she breathes.

There are flowers.

Everywhere.

Lilies. Marigolds. Poppies. Violets. Not a single one real — but perfect. Crafted from fabric, glass, paper, even delicate origami. Each one clearly made by hand. Folded and cut and painted with so much care her knees go weak.

She touches one. Petals like satin. No pollen. No sneezing.

There’s a small tag attached to the nearest pot.

“They won't hurt you. But they’re still yours.” — D.W.

She spins around— And he’s there. In the doorway. Arms folded. Face impassive.

“I had to study seven different origami guides,” he mutters, clearly embarrassed. “And burn the tips of my fingers with glue four times.”

“You made these?”

He shrugs.

Her heart squeezes like a vice.

“You made these.”

“I logically deduced that the artificial replicas were the safest way to approximate the aesthetic effect without the accompanying allergic reaction.”

“Damian.”

His jaw twitches.

She crosses the room slowly, stopping just in front of him.

“I love them.”

“I know.”

“No, like—this is insane. You folded an entire bouquet of calla lilies.”

“I had blueprints. Cass helped with the iris. Hers looked better.”

She cups his face before he can duck away. Holds it in her hands like something sacred.

“Say it again.”

“…Cass helped with the—?”

“No. The other thing.”

His throat bobs. He looks away.

“I know,” he says again. Quieter this time. “I know you love them. I wanted you to have something beautiful that doesn’t punish you for wanting it.”

Her eyes sting. (Not from allergies this time.)

“Damian.”

He finally looks at her.

And then—

She kisses him.

Soft. Certain. Like pressing her lips to the quietest part of his soul.

Later, the Batfam finds out.

Because of course they do.

Jason walks in and sees the room. Stops dead. Blinks. “Yo, who built an allergy-safe fairy cottage in here?”

Stephanie gasps so hard she chokes. “Did Damian Wayne do a Pinterest project?!”

Tim silently walks in, takes one look, and walks right back out. “I can’t. I’m gonna cry. I have midterms. I can’t process this.”

Dick just grins. Grins.

“Little D made a flower garden for his girl. Guys. He’s in love.” He turns to Damian, who looks like he’d rather spontaneously combust. “Tell me you at least kissed her in here.”

Damian doesn’t answer.

But She walks in wearing a flower clip in her curls made from folded gold paper, smiling like she carries the sun in her chest.

So yeah.

They know.

The room stays.

Sometimes Cass sits in there and folds more blooms. Sometimes she brings music and sings while paints new petals.

Sometimes Damian just… sits in silence. Watching the light shift across the room he built for a girl who loves the very thing that makes her suffer.

He doesn’t believe in many things.

But he believes in her.

And now— She has flowers that never make her cry. Only smile.

And that’s all he ever wanted.

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[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Zayne's non-mc significant other.

Imagine the perfect relationship that everybody adores and want to become. That is how your relationship with Zayne bas always been from the start and then until now. It was so flawless, he was so understand and lovable, you always felt loved by him.

Imagine on your usual get together with your friends, unlike usual, you were within distance with Zayne, just looking at him from afar as he converse into your friends. Suddenly, a friend of yours went by aand sat beside you. "You look preoccupied. A peny for your thoughts?" That made you look away from Zayne, glancing at your friend before once again looking at your lover. "Nothing, everything is... well." Perfectly well.

"Do you love him?" Your friend suddenly ask, causing you to look at her. "Of course. I love him." He was your dream guy, the one you have long been in love with ever since high-school, that silent but lovely guy that was mostly misunderstood but you knew better that he was more than his cold imagine. "He was everything I could ask for-" "Does he loves you?" She asked, her purple iris looked at a figure from afar. It was Zayne.

Imagine the way you pause, followed her eyes and there you saw your lover, looking somewhere afar. Just in time, you heard a familiar, beautiful laughter across the room. The one where Zayne eyes has been glued over for quite some time now. Following his gaze, there she was, MC. So words came out of your mouth, "Sometimes."

Imagine looking away from Zayne, you face your friend. "It's not like I'm doubting his love for me or something." You added. But the way he looks at her... the way when she laughs he immediately look around the room, same goes when someone calls her name, he always look in the crowd and you knew deep down even when he act like he doesn't care, you knew deep down he was wishing to catch a glimpse of her. "But the way he looks like her. He looks like he just realised what love is. And it scares me to think that the only reason why he was with me is because I was the only one who was there for him."

"Well darling, I'm sure he loves yo-" "Just not the same way he does with her, I know." You smile at him. And you have been okay with that, for years you were okay with that. Because you have him, he was yours. At the end of the day he belong to you and no one other than you. That one day, he would wake up and love you more than he loves her, just as much as you love him.

"I once read that loving someone could be one's exquisite form of self destruction." You started, a soft yet bitter smile making its way on your lips as you stare at your lover from afar. "And he just happened to be mine."

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: looks away* I- I know! Okay? I'm sorry.

[yourname-exee]

A/n; a thought that has been swirling within my mind I hope it wasn't a flop.

(divider made by @adornedwithlight )

Nanami Kento is a man of code and honor and would never condone cheating.. well that is until he sees the way your sleaze bag of a husband treated you. His very sweet, kind, beautiful assistant.

'Do you want to go get dinner with me?'

Nanami found himself asking you, in turn you responded with a soft nod, knowing well enough that you weren't going to see your husband at home tonight anyhow, soo not wanting to spend the entire night alone, you allowed your boss to guide you out to his car.

But little did you know your boss made up his mind on how tonight was going to end.

That became painfully evident after the very expensive dinner he just took you on, he now has you in a nice hotel, sat on the edge of the bed as he pushed your thighs farther apart, his fingers kneading the doughy flesh on the back of your thighs, his tongue gliding up through your wet folds, swirling over your clit in a soft skillful manner causing you to mewl gently, he's been knelt in front of you for what seemed like hours but was in fact only for 45 minutes, you had lost count of how many orgasms he pulled from you, he's desperately going for another one, enjoying the way your body seemed to easily respond to him, the way your form trembles just from his tongue alone.

god what kind of a selfish asshole did your husband have to be for this beautiful being to be such a mess so easily

These words ring within Nanami's head as he felt your creamy release coat his tongue. In turn his tongue eagerly lapped up every last drop, making sure to savor the sweet taste of you. He stands up to his full height, the front of his khaki pants stained with precum, his pupils so blown you couldn't see that pretty hazel color of his iris. He brings his pointer finger and thumb up to your flushed cheek gently pinching as he admired the way you looked. He then steps back heading to the bathroom to draw you a bath, confusion having settled within your mind. Clearly evident on your face because when Nanami returned he chuckled softly before saying.

'Don't get it confused darling I want to, believe me but I needed tonight to be about just you.'

His eyes shine with honesty and the upmost adoration this man held for you, he needed you to know just exactly what being loved felt like. He soo desperately needed to be the one to gift that to you every day if you'd let him.

His very next goal in mind is to convince you to divorce your husband so he can have you all to himself, properly.

[miange1]

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 — part of your world

tw: male reader, half fish, sex exchanges, breathing underwater as a human(potions), tentacle sex, reader is seen as innocent and impulsive and naive, manipulation, aphrodisiacs, aquaphilia, tentacle sex

note: told y'all i would write a fic for that fan art. y'all want a shark toji fic? ❤️‍🩹

silly little fish like you always came to him for such foolish reasons. someone longing to be thinner, another wanting to get the girl— they all did it without thinking for their selfish needs.

but you, you were the worst of them all. you knew not to see him, you've been warned not to visit the malicious sea witch at the bottom of the ocean.

but here you went, falling in love with the man on the surface. all you needed were legs..just legs so he could fall in love with you.

"please, i just want a spell to make me human..even if it's temporary." you begged, the flip of your webbed ears, the way you'd beg him almost turned him on. you looked good enough for him to consume you.

"please, getou?" how could he say no? he was supposed to help sad little fish like you. "you fell in love? want to be human? what will you do when people come asking for you?" his voice smooth, low, and seemed to make the water colder.

"i don't care, i just want to see him." a singular tentacle of his seemed to explore you curiously, the suction cups sticking to your skin.

"you don't think he could love you like this?" you were awfully pretty, your scales glistening in ways no others could. god, but that pouty expression on your face. it was pathetic, he adored it.

"drink it." the potion tasted of sea foam and coral, almost made you gag but you were able to get it down. then everything felt tingly, numb, almost painful? you could have thrown up, the last thing you saw consciously was getou's eyes looking at you with such lust filled iris'.

but you could feel. you could feel everything. feel more suctions along your body, feel tight squeezes along your body, and your tail..where was it? could you breathe? why were you breathing in such a different way..were you alive?

there was such a weird feeling between your legs, it was warm and tight. you couldn't tell if you liked it, it felt like hotness spreading all over you. where had it came from?

your body seemed to writhe and arch at another suction feeling, wrapping around that tight warmth and pump up and down. now that..that you liked. a small smile painted your face, your hips flinching upwards into that touch.

you wanted so much more, you had never felt this feeling in your life. your body seemed so heavy and light at the same time.

"just relax." his voice sent a jolt up your spine, your fingers finding something to grip onto. something smothered at your lips, making you open your mouth and have your tongue feel along it. it tasted salty and gooey inside of your mouth, and it would only plunge in and out as your salvia coated the mound.

your fingers came up to grip that instead, feeling the squishy texture against your palms, the schlick coated along it making that dripping feeling more prominent.

your thighs were spread apart, sticky suctions coming between your legs before–

"oh! ahh.." you chased that feeling, another tentacle plunging somewhere that wasn't your mouth. the thrusts of it going faster, the pumping of the one at your cock moving just as quick.

it was all a daze, gurgled noises emitting from your throat and traveling through the waters vibrations just made him all the more confident in his actions.

"i need to teach you how to be human," he said, his fingers now trailing alongside your torso, electric touches making you jolt and buck in pleasure.

"it feels good, doesn't it?" god, did it? it did. you loved it, needed more of it. you seemed to hump and grind for more of it, for more of that sticky wetness you wanted to coat along your body. it was like he was claiming you.

the shore seemed to crash against your face, your eyes opening and a brightness flash banging your vision. you'd sit up, looking around. then you'd look down. you had legs..the potion really worked!

[calicosturns]

cheerleader!reader riding nerd!matt

contains: smut, p in v, unprotected sex (not recommended), slightly sub!matt

who would've thought that this adorable nerdy guy can be that needy? no one. only you.

you love playing with strands of his fluffy curly hair, you love snatching his glasses because 'baby, you look better with contacts' and every time get an annoyed huff in response.

but more than this you love when it's only you and him, in his bedroom, trying to study. which always leads to you, straddling his lap and telling him to relax because you can do everything by yourself.

matt usually stares at you with his blue iris and you can see desire in them mixed with embarrassment. his hands on your hips when you grind against his growing bulge, causing the brunette to let out a sharp exhale and close his eyes shut.

it doesn't take long to get rid of his clothes, his grey sweatpants already somewhere on the floor with his boxers and your panties. you're already dripping wet just from the sight of matt, laying on his bed, his cheeks flushed and he stares at you as if you're the most precious thing in the world. because you are.

but only in a second, a muffled groan escapes his lips and his hold on your hips only tightens as you start moving against him, not fully taking him in yet, just teasing.

"stop—," he tries to speak, but his voice betrays him and trembles, "don't tease". the tone of matt's voice almost pleading, he manages to open his eyes and look at you on top of him. his hair tousled, glasses somewhere on the pillows and he can hardly focus on your face.

but when the tip of his cock makes it's way in your entrance, he swears, he can barely holds himself from cumming right there like a pathetic virgin, because every time with you feels like first.

you adjusts to his size, matt isn't thick, but is long enough for you to feel everything. and this is when you start to bounce on top of your beloved boyfriend, soft moans escape your parted lips every time his tip makes contact with your g-spot.

matt's fingertips digging into your skin and you know there's gonna be marks in the morning, but neither you or him care about this. the brunette guides you on top of him, so you can feel him deeper.

"m'not sure i can hold for s'long," he speaks through his gritted teeth, breathing ragged.and you know you're not gonna last for so long as well. with sharp, stuttered movements of your hips, your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave and you reach it with matt's name on your lips.

the sight of you, completely fucked up, rose cheeks and eyes rolled in pleasure, is enough for matt to cum as well. he doesn't even bother to pull out, too busy with how good you feel wrapped around his dick, so the brunette finishes inside you, filling you up with a guttural moan.

you collapse on top of him, feeling how his seed is now leaking from your entrance, a dumb chuckle escapes your lips and you lean closer to place a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

"do you think einstein is proud of us for learning about friction force?" is the first thing that escapes your mouth. and matt can't help, but chuckles in amusement, "baby, john theophile desaguliers was the first to realize the role of adhesion in friction"

a/n: not proofread !!! also eng isnt my first language <3 hope yall enjoyed!!

© calicosturn, 2025

[keri-mcberry]

AWW HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU AND IRIS! 🎉🥳

I.... I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT LYLA'S BIRTHDAY OMG 😭💔 I've been running around so much this week, it didn't even occur to me that June 20th was coming up!

It's my birthday but I'm also making it Iris's birthday.

I also believe that other Hufflepuff shares Iris's birthday and that would be Miss Lyla from @keri-mcberry.

Happy Birthday Lyla Estaris 🎉🎂🎈