#iris writes <3

[iristhemuse]

Journalers..HOW DO YOU PEOPLE DO IT???

No really , like, how do you make your life so interesting you can say a different thing that happened every single day??Like do you guys just randomly have the most incredibly exciting life ??Cuz when i journal it's always the same 3 things that happen every single day, how do you people manage to idk go out every other day , buy a ton of cool but kinda useless stuff just for the pretty of it?? :""l

[iriscasefiles]

today i finished scripting a first draft of the final episode of starship iris. this means i now have a rough draft of the whole final season.

...i was gonna say something about needing to process my emotions by lying down on my floor for a while but it's night now and probably what i should do is process my emotions by sleeping.

[kitwasheree]

Happy Birthday, Iris !

12/31.

happy 900 and... wait, how old is he again?

(please click on the image to see the details tumblr always crunches all my art into oblivion)

vvv bonus doodles + personal story under cut

malva belongs to @1dont-really-know , thank you princess of briar valley for quality wine

NRC School Newspaper

A Birthday Interview with Iris

Yuu : Hello! Happy birthday to you.

Iris : Well, thank you… I haven't celebrated my birthday in a very long time before coming to Night Raven College, but I suppose it’s nice to hear a greeting.

Iris : I don’t really see the point in making a big celebration over another year of your life passing, but maybe to humans there is much to cherish.

Iris : …Whatever the case, I’ve dawdled enough. Let’s get on with the interview.

Yuu : What are your thoughts on the party?

Iris : It’s not bad, but I think I’d prefer something smaller. I don’t really think that my birthday is worth a lot of fuss, after all, it’s just one year in many years of my life.

Iris : ….Still. It is nice to see Axel and the rest of the dorm having fun. Makes me a little envious, even… But nevermind that.

Iris : I’m grateful for the sheer amount of presents. Really, what am I going to do with all of this…? 

Iris : I’ve even received multiple gifts from the same individuals. Trying to get into my good graces? …Cunning, the lot of you kids nowadays. I suppose this still is Octavinelle, though.

Yuu : What sort of presents do you like to receive?

Iris : Anything will do, really, as long as it isn’t unpleasant. Although, I personally enjoy small food and drink. For example, Ashengrotto gifted me a bottle of cranberry juice. It seems to be rather good quality, too.

Iris : ….I have a feeling his gift has another meaning, though.

Yuu : Another meaning?

Iris : Perhaps it’s his way of gifting me something similar to wine, without actually getting wine. Clever boy. He knows I’m particular about wine, so he chose to play it safe.

Iris : Over the years, the quality of wine has drastically decreased. I’m rather disappointed, I thought humans were supposed to be ‘advanced’? And yet it seems most wine that is sold now is subpar at best.

Iris : At least there are still some businesses that are family-run and are still able to make good-tasting wine from hundreds of years ago.

Yuu : I see. You seem to know a lot about wine…. How old exactly are you?

Iris : I wouldn’t be able to answer that, even if I wanted to. It’s nothing for you to think about, though. I simply know a lot about wine, because it is my favourite.

Yuu : Alright, then. Do you have any hobbies?

Iris : Hobbies… I suppose I used to play the violin, but then I left it to collect dust for quite a while. I only recently picked it up again, because of that Vanrouge.

Iris : He’s been inviting me to join the Pop Music Club for quite some time, but he must be positively mad. Senile, even. He says we could do a duet, but that’s nonsense, I play the violin and what does that man play? The electric bass.

Iris : Perhaps there isn’t a single sane person in this school, his clubmates dabble in entirely different forms of music, too. But maybe…. Just maybe, I’ll consider it. I make no promises, though.

Yuu : I’ll look forward to seeing you perform if you decide to join, then.

Iris : Thank you. I’ll think about it more, the old violin needs a good dusting off. For now, let’s just enjoy the party.

Yuu : Thank you for sharing all of this with us. Once again, happy birthday!

[dollywony]

until the end — m.w

pairing(s): mike x reader

summary: the letter you had left your lover, mike wheeler to read after your death.

warnings: mention of death, tiny bit of cursing

wc: 279

a/n: sorry this was veryy short :( + can you tell i adore angst 🤭

Dear Mike,

If you’re reading this, I hope you can find it in yourself to move on. No, move on. Move on Michael Wheeler. You have so much love to share and what good is that love for when it’s only being given to a grave? Nothing. Michael Wheeler no matter what you do, I will always be here. I will be here, watch you eventually get kids. I know that was always your dream. Living in New York with two kids.

Michael Wheeler I will never stop loving you. I am not asking you to do the same, that would be too selfish. All I ask is for you to live on. Live on for whatever reason. If you have none, live on for me. Live the life I couldn’t have lived.

Live on with Jane, was that her name? Michael, I’m not stupid. I always spotted the mild blush she got whenever she was near you. I know she would be a perfect girl for you. You two have so much in common. She always made you laugh. Hell, it doesn’t even have to be Jane. Find someone to fill your other half. Find someone who brings joy into your life, causing your heart to flutter. You being happy is all I need to rest in peace.

I died knowing that someone like you loved me once. And god, wherever I am after I pass, I will never forget you.

Michael Wheeler never think of me as the one who got away. I never left. And I will never leave. Michael Wheeler I will be with you until the motherfucking end.

Yours truly,

Y/n L/n

[aureliobooks]

also it’s been ages since i’ve checked my notifs here so if you run a writing/art blog and you’re a newer follower or we haven’t interacted yet, please feel free to reply here so i can start to meet people and re-familiarize myself with writeblr :’) honestly even if we’ve interacted before but it’s just been a while please reach out !! i miss all of you and it’s been far too long

[imminent-danger-came]

hi not exactly an ask i just wanted to talk about how much i absolutely love the hero and the warrior motif and how it relate to sun wukong-macaque-mei-mk because the hero and the warrior are so clearly wukong and macaque respectively but mei and mk bleed onto both the hero and the warrior like the story sets mk up as the hero and mei as the warrior but it also hints that mk is the warrior and mei is the hero. sun wukong and mk are alike and so are mei and macaque but mei and sun wukong are also alike and same with mk and macaque yet despite this mei and mk are so distinctly them at the same time they're not wukong and macaque they're mei and mk, they're themselves but they also parallel and echo wukong and macaque it's just aaaa i love it so much i really do i think about mk wanting to get stronger in the earlier seasons but then not wanting anything to change in the more recent seasons i think about wukong saying he's training to be more powerful for macaque and their wish and then i think about mei saying she'll do anything to protect her friends it makes me feel sick but in a good way??? i can talk about the 4 of them for ages they make me ill

God I know!

This is the lmk writers with all of us I think:

If we had a Mei hero and MK warrior moment in s5 I don't think I could ask for much else.

[iristhedeadflower]

and what if i wrote a roxy centric camletta fic

[president-zebra]

prompt: barry and iris thinking that Cisco and caitlin are together in early s3 and accidentally embarrassing them by addressing their incorrect assumption to their face

Okay so Ik you sent this in like 3 years ago but i felt inspired ig so here it is! Happy late holidays everyone and happy new year!

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Iris walked into the cortex and heard giggling. She wasn’t sure where it was coming from but it didn’t sound like her boyfriend.

“Barry?” She just needed to be sure. She stared at the Flash suit on the mannequin in front of her. The hollow metal stared back at her through the eye holes. She got no response.

“That’s not true, Cisco,” she heard a voice from the med bay. This one she was sure was Caitlin.

“Of course it is, I could hear it throughout the entire apartment.” She heard another voice. Definitely Cisco.

“I do not snore!” Caitlin said, Iris could hear the annoyance in her voice. She heard another laugh out of Cisco and the beginning of footsteps coming in her direction.

“Well I beg to differ,” he twirled a twizzler between his fingers as he entered the cortex. “Thanks again for staying over last night, I really needed that.” He patted Caitlin on the shoulder.

“No problem, any time you need something I’ll be there.” She reassured him, squeezing his arm. “Oh, Iris!” Caitlin’s voice rose three octaves.

“Hi,” she waved at her friends from her spot behind the console. Both of their faces were bright red.

“Iris!” Cisco’s voice cracked. “What are you doing here so early in the day?” He leaned against one of the rails.

Iris’ eyes narrowed, she looked at Cisco. Then to Caitlin, then back to Cisco. She sat down in one of the chairs and sighed.

“I was coming to do some research on this alchemy character but I don’t know,” she paused, looking between the two of them. “Maybe you guys got this covered.” She cleared her throat.

Caitlin looked down, now realizing how close she had been standing next to her best friend. She could feel his breath on her cheek.

“We could always use the help, and besides we have as little information as you do right now.” Caitlin suggested, taking a step away from Cisco. He seemed to not like the loss of contact to Iris’ observation because his lips knit into a tight frown.

“I think I’ll be okay at my dad’s.” She smiled, spinning in her chair and giving a wave over her shoulder as she left.

“What was that?” She could hear Cisco asking as she walked down the hallway.

“I don’t know, we could’ve used your help,” Caitlin sounded unsure.

“But I wanted to spend some time with you.” Iris almost thought that sounded like a whine, as she paused halfway to the elevator.

“I was at your place all night, Cisco.” She could almost hear the eye roll in Caitlin’s voice.

“Yeah but it’s not the same,” Cisco whined. Iris knew he was jutting his bottom lip out at that point.

When she opened the door to her Dad’s house, she wasn’t expecting her boyfriend to be sitting on the couch.

“Hey you,” he said, looking up as she leaned over to give him a kiss. “Where were you this morning?”

“STAR labs, trying to get some research done.” She sat down across from him.

“And what did you find?” He asked between kisses.

“I think,” She kissed him back. “I think our friends are lying to us.”

Barry pulled back, raising an eyebrow. “And that would be,”

“I think Cisco and Caitlin might be,” she took a deep breath. “I think they’re together.”

Barry opened his mouth and then closed it again.

“I know it sounds crazy,” Iris started. “But you should’ve seen it, Barry, they were so,”

Barry brushed his hand against her cheek. “What happened exactly?”

Iris explained about the giggling and the blushing and the close contact. “She even stayed at his house last night.”

Barry rolled his eyes and stared at his girlfriend. “She does that sometimes, y’know since Dante died and all he’s been,” he trailed off.

“I know that, but Barry,” she took a breath, “this was so different.”

Barry nodded, trying to understand. “So let’s say you’re right and they are dating,” he countered. “Why haven’t they told us yet? I mean they’re our friends, we’d be happy for them, they know that.”

Iris ruffled his hair and scooter closer. “Yeah but maybe they’re just not ready yet, not everyone is ready to tell everyone about a relationship right when it starts.”

He smiled, kissing her on the cheek. “You’re so smart!”

“I know.” Iris smiled, shrugging and squeezing his arm.

Later, when they walked into the cortex to find Cisco leaning over Caitlin’s shoulder with barely any room between them, Barry and Iris shared a glance.

Iris cleared her throat, causing Cisco to look up abruptly, backing up slightly toward the wall.

“Hi guys, didn’t hear you come in.” His face bright red. Caitlin looked up from the screen and waved at her friends.

“Hi guys, how did the research go?” She asked.

“We could ask you the same thing.” Barry smirked, crossing his arms and looking between them.

“Is there something you wanna tell us?” Iris pursed her lips, coming to stand next to Barry.

“Nope I don’t think so. Good chat, catch you guys later for dinner maybe. Caitlin lets go,” Cisco grasped her wrist and started to pull her out of the cortex.

“Really, so you weren’t going to have dinner with just Caitlin, then Cisco?” Barry’s smirk faded into a floppy grin.

“Well maybe, but that’s because we’re friends, nothing else,” Caitlin’s eyes went wide.

“What?” She looked at Cisco, his head tilted toward the ground. “Cisco, what is Barry implying?”

“Wait, so you guys aren’t together?” Barry scratched his head.

“Yeah, we’re not.” Cisco frowned, “thanks for that.” He began to run out the door but he felt a hand stop him.

“Cisco, what is he taking about?” Her eyes were big and brown and full of confusion, Cisco wanted to cry right there on the spot.

Iris tapped Barry’s shoulder as if to signal for them to leave. He nodded and took her hand.

When Cisco could no longer hear footsteps, he sighed.

“I,” he wasn’t sure where he was going with this. “I think that I like you. Like, like you like you.” He scrunched his eyes shut.

“Oh,” Caitlin breathed out.

“And I thought that with all this extra time we’ve been spending together recently, you might just maybe feel the same way.” He hugged himself tightly. Caitlin stayed planted in front of him.

“Which you clearly don’t, so it doesn’t matter anyway.” He began to walk away when he felt an arm tug him forward.

“Cisco,” Caitlin began. “You think I don’t like you, I mean you know have feelings for you?” He nodded. She put an arm on his shoulder.

“I thought it was all just in my head, I thought you just liked having me over as a friend, and having assistance on your projects as a friend, I never thought you wanted something more or I would’ve told you.” And with that it all became clear.

He put his hand on her cheek, brushing his fingers lightly over her skin. “Can I kiss you?”

Caitlin giggled, nodded, and then she leaned in. At first she hesitated, but then they both let go and it was as if it was always supposed to happen like this.

When Cisco finally pulled back, after what seemed like hours, he just stared into her eyes. He tried to search them for any kind of answer, as if this was another equation he had to solve.

Caitlin just shook her head, and leaned back in to kiss him again.

He knew he had done something right when he could feel her smile against his lips.

He wasn’t sure what they would make of this, but maybe he had someone else to thank, or maybe this was always going to happen anyway.

[egginfroggin]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pokemon Legends: Arceus (Video Game), Pocket Monsters: Black & White | Pokemon Black and White Versions Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kudari | Emmet & Shaga | Drayden, Nobori | Ingo & Shou | Akari & Teru | Rei Characters: Kudari | Emmet, Nobori | Ingo, Iris (Pokemon), Shaga | Drayden, Kamitsure | Elesa, Teru | Rei, Shou | Akari, Reshiram (Pokemon), Zekrom (Pokemon) Additional Tags: Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, No Romance, Twin Dragons AU, Nobori | Ingo is a Zekrom, Kudari | Emmet is a Reshiram, i am my own beta, I beta therefore I am, the urge to grab those close to you and hold them tight in the wake of loss, I dunno man I just had a thought and went WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and here we are, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff Summary:

A narrow head, trailing twin crests that tumbled like ribbons to the floor, lifted slightly, a glowing blue eye opening to peer at him with a distinct air of grouchiness. Drayden was unfazed, though the sight of sparkling trails from the dragon’s eyes, tracks from tears left to dry, made a twinge of grief flare behind his ribs. “It is noon, Emmet.”

One step, two steps, and Akari heard the shifting of a tail, the scrape of scales, and a claw hooked itself in the back of her collar, tugging her back. “Oh for goodness’ sake,” she growled under her breath.

[effloradox]

i've a nagging fear someone else is pulling at the strings

Chase Brody x IRIS!reader

"The date is October 20th 2019. Good morning Chase. How are you feeling today?" The man watches you as you take a seat across the table from him and place all your folders down. You're not a scientist he recognises, and yet something about you seems familiar. Weird.

"Fucking fantastic. Where's the other guy?"

"Today's his day off. Even scientists get a break every now and then Chase. I'll be filling in for him today to check up on your wellbeing if you're okay with that?" He considers you for a moment. The other scientist always looks so frustrated with him but you seem so earnest for him to want to speak to you. It's almost endearing. On the outside it would be flattering to have someone like you so invested in his wellbeing.

"S'fine. Not like I have a choice anyway." He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. He briefly glances at the camera that's been directed at him since he got here. It's almost like it follows him. IRIS certainly have the whole surveillance state thing down to a tee. The light remains off for now, he’s still not sure if that’s good or bad though.

"You always have a choice, Chase. Remember that." You smile at him, like you want to reassure him. The more he looks at you, the more he’s sure he’s seen you before. Fleeting images of you and a weird looking man drift through his mind but there’s nothing concrete attached to them, they feel like dreams rather than memories.

"Sorry but have we met before? You seem really familiar." He watches you closely as the gentle smile you'd been sporting quickly disappears as you press your lips into a thin line. Shit he didn't mean to upset you.

"Not as far as I'm aware. Is that sense of deja vu something you experience often?" You sound so concerned that Chase almost forgets that you're asking him in a professional capacity. You're a scientist, he needs to remember that and be careful what he says. Who knows how what he says could be used against him. You don't care about him, you care about what his answers mean for your research.

“Not that often. I felt it here when I first came in and just then when I saw you, that’s it. It’s not that interesting.” He waits for the rehearsed speech of “we’ll decide what’s important” and is mildly surprised when you don’t push him. You just make a short note on your clipboard and that’s that. He immediately likes you more than the usual guy.

“So, how are you feeling? What’s your emotional state where 1 is the worst and 10 is the best?”

“5? Maybe a 4? ‘M not too sure. Been getting bored waiting around with only a tennis ball to entertain myself.”

“We could provide you with some reading material if that would alleviate some of the boredom? I can’t promise it’ll be a New York Times bestseller but if it’s something that you would like, I can arrange to have something brought in for you.”

“That would be great, yeah. Could I have had stuff all this time? Why did the other guy not offer me anything?”

“Honestly, Chase, I’m not sure. He should have offered you something, it’s not like we want you getting cabin fever from being here. I promise after this I’ll look into it for you.” You're so different from the usual guy, he keeps almost forgetting what the symbol on your lab coat represents. He's been treated with suspicion and disdain since he was brought here, and then you come along and show him actual human decency. You're different from everyone else he's interacted with, part of him is hoping you'll visit him again. There's a prickling of suspicion about your behaviour in the back of his mind though.

"Why're you being so nice to me?"

"Believe it or not, we all just want to help you Chase. It's for your protection that you were brought here. We just need to make sure that you're okay and then you'll be free to go. The least we can do is help to make your stay here feel less like you're in prison."

"Wait, protection from what? I don't remember what happened to me, are you saying I was attacked or something?"

"No, nothing like that. We just need to try and build a better picture of what happened to you and the best way to do that is to keep you under observation. I just need to ask you a few more questions, okay?" He makes a noise of agreement and the next few minutes are spent going over the usual questions he gets asked during these sessions.

He senses the presence before he sees it. It's when you bend your head to make another note that he sees out of the corner of his eye a figure move through the room. When he turns his head it seems to vanish and then appear directly behind you. He wants to speak up, to warn you, but finds his voice is failing him and the figure moves to rest its hands on your shoulders. Chase expects you to react to the touch but when you give no indication that anything is amiss, he starts to worry that he genuinely is going crazy.

The sudden flashing light on the camera next to you makes you look up to see Chase looking at you with such fear in his eyes. "Is everything okay?" He nods but doesn't look certain. It seems like he's staring at something behind you but there's no one there, nobody else is in the room with you. He blinks his eyes rapidly, then flicks back to yours and he seems to relax ever so slightly. Interesting.

"Yeah 'm fine. What's the next question?"

"Actually I think we're done with questions for this session. Is there anything else you want to discuss other than what you've already raised?" He shakes his head in response to your question and he notes that you frown slightly at the lack of verbal response. "Well in that case, I hope to see you again soon. I'll get that reading material sorted for you, hopefully we'll be able to provide you with something within the next day or so."

Closing the door behind you, you make your way to the break room, but not before looking up and making eye contact with the WATCHR camera overhead. "114209 he's ready. It's time to begin." You end your sentence with a wink in the direction of the camera before making your way out of the building. Your job here is done. Now all that's left is to let Anti do what he does best. It's going to be a busy few days at the IRIS Institute and you can't wait to see it.

Notes: I really liked the idea of someone inside IRIS working with Anti and couldn't get this concept out of my head so here's my first dabble into writing Chase :)

[randomwriteronline]

@ingo-ingoing-ingone you splendid motherfucker. Get your previously italian-only (head)canon Drayden lore here

[iristhemuse]

তততততততততততততততততততততততততত

Gentle all knowing Athena,

I seek your divine help,

pull me back into my rightful path,

do not let me go,

astray.

For if this is my future ,

I’d rather dance in Tartarus

with the Erinyes ,

as they drive me into madness.

Maybe then, I’d feel something.

তততততততততততততততততততততততততত

[bb-drayster]

GUYS. >:(

-👑

[honeyboyart]

goodbye to the old,,,hello to the new

[thebnha-auhoard]

Day 3: Body Modification

Tw Human Experimentation

Tic. Tic. Tic.

A silver ting of metal ring in the lab. Accompanied by A groan of frustration. The low green light from the l

vats barely illuminate the Prince of Mad Science.

His gloves fingers tap one in thought. Carefully considering the Naga like Nomu. Tap. Tap. Tap

"What a thought. Hmm? Dabi,what a character. The very existence of him makes me feel itchy"

The prince swipes his bag off the table. He carefully counts his materials as a slow grin spread upon his face. The eye tattoos upon his skin blinking. "It's time to finish him. Heh. Hehehe. I even have the tool for his mutation! Oh and his Quirk!" A low chuckles as he walks under the pitch black night.

As he lets himself into the house -What! He was smart enough to manipulate a way to copy them- he hums a tune. Quirk generated sleeping dust sprinkles onto the Two green haired people in the place.

"There you are." The sweet raspy voice rings out "my Clover. How lucky you are. A Transferable Quirk like yours deserves to be hidden. A diamond you have. Ah how fun it will be to have you wake in the morn without a clue" a snap of cold rubber gloves. And he makes such Quick work. The Quirks already settling oh so nicely into the child's body.

Shigaraki Grins, "my Lucky Rabbits foot. Good luck tomorrow" and the man Disappears long before Izuku and Inko awake in the morning.

@whumptober-archive

[scattered-irises]

GREETINGS! I TOO POSSESS A PRESENT FOR MICHAEL!

Like the uninvited thirteenth fairy to the sleeping princess' birthday, I present an unwanted gift.

A story, yes, a story! Based off of the extremely gory and beautiful Iron Maiden and Dreamy Princess song, I present to you OOParts Iron Maiden and the Dreamy Prince. (It has been staring at me from my storage since 2021)

Heed the tags, I beg you. Eventually, it will be moved to an Explicit category due to the sheer amount of blood and violence. There will be sweet moments. There will be ugly moments (most of it is pretty ugly). But in the end, justice will be served.