#Irisonas

[uhhbeans]

“I love your smile” with uhh Beanie and whoever you want :]

I HAVEN'T WRITTEN FIC IN SO LONG apologies for the rust.

Featuring @beanie-cleanies @professor-bab @guardtae (+ Peety...we love peety)

“You want me to look for a snake? In the I.R.I.S office?” 

“I want your help looking for a snake in the I.R.I.S office, yes.” Tae shrugs palm-up against the wall. “Very important distinction.” 

“My help…” Beanie purses her lips, setting down the jug of bleach she was holding. 

Tae nods firmly, grabbing Beanie’s hand and giving the widest puppy-dog eyes she could muster. Please, Beanie? Please Beanie you’re like the best. Please Beanie I’ll give you five million dollars. Please Beanie if you do this I’ll take you to a Miku concert. Please Please Please PLease Please--

“Why is there a snake in the I.R.I.S office, Tae?” Beanie audibly groans, wiping their hands on the cuffs of their denim and proceeding to lead against the wall as if trying very very hard to look cool. 

It’s only 8am, barely the start of first shift. Well, it’s called first shift, but in reality the guard had been there for about sixteen hours set already and there were at least a handful of scientists halfway through theirs. It was only called first because having 8am be “first” on record sounded better than saying “the building is alive 24/7 and you really don’t get off the clock, it’s just an extended-break”. 

It’s only 8am, and there’s already a snake missing. 

“Reptile room was left open last night.” Tae shrugs.

“There’s a reptile room?” 

“Uhm…” Tae kicks the mop bucket into a nearby closet, successfully eliminating Beanie’s only excuse out of this. “Yeah. Right next to the professor’s office?” 

“The Professor?” 

This exchange of detail, exasperated question, detail, another exasperated question goes for about six more cycles before Beanie sighs and actually meets Tae’s gaze. 

“Fine. I’ll help the professor--” 

“Help me help the professor.” 

‘Help you help the professor find their missing snake that could be anywhere in the--apparently--sixteen floors of this office.” 

And after about fifteen of those sixteen floors, exploring every nook and cranny, about two altr-incidents, and seven trips to the foodcourt--Tae asks a question

“Why are you so apprehensive?” Tae leans back out of the cabinet, holding up a mysterious liquid for inspection “I know your whole thing is all stiff and aloof but “begrudgingly stoic” just isn’t your thing.” 

Beanie thinks a moment, burying her head deeper into the lab’s liquids. Four hours spent looking for this snake. Honestly, she could be grateful--given I.R.I.S standards this might not even be a snake, and it’s the only real tour she’s gotten of the facility since starting the job. Still, though, her brows pinch forward and she flinches as she touches an acidic goop sticking to the back cabinet wall. 

“I don’t like snakes.” Beanie grits her teeth, voice dropping to a whisper. “Snakes are the one thing I can’t do.” 

Tae’s eyes widen in surprise, and she fully pulls herself out of the cabinet. “You…you don’t like snakes? But why, they’re so--” 

“Too many teeth. Too many scales. Apparently too many in this building.” 

“Look maybe we should just head back to the reptile room. Bab’ll be disappointed but…we’ve seen every inch of this building and…” 

Beanie locks eyes with a slithering mass in the corner, wrapped into a lollipop swirl and flickering it’s tongue towards a petrified mouse at the other end of the cabinet. 

“Tae.”

“What?” 

“Tae.” beanie pulls back, finger outstretched to point into the darkness. “Tae, I found it.” 

Her face lights up, “You found Peety!?”

“The snake. I found the snake, Tae,” 

“Here, here” Tae nudges Beanie to the side, away from the entrance. “I’ll get it.” 

It takes…a bit longer than necessary to pull the beast out of the deep-set cabinet, mostly due to Tae’s cooing and “hiii baby, you’re such a pretty baby, we love you so much”ies of the hour. But, eventually, after a long and drawn out process (and Beanie inching about ten feet closer to the door), Tae pulls out with Peety.

“Yeah, that’s the professor’s snake.” She sighs, holding it up for Beanie to see. 

“That snake has hands, Tae.” she swallows, barely above a whisper. “does that even count as a snake?”

“I mean yeah.”  Tae gives Peety a scratch on the cranium “Look at it’s little head.” 

***

It’s a week before Beanie enters the reptile room again, this time fully alone, not even cleaning supplies to keep her company. To be completely honest, she didn’t know why she made her way into that office--she wasn’t scheduled there, she still didn’t like snakes, and there wasn’t a reason to find that corner of the halls--but she was. 

She walked through the display cases, looking at all the sleeping reptiles flicker their tongues and have their silly little reptile dreams she couldn’t begin to comprehend. Gators, geckos, lizards of all kinds sat in waiting for meals, for enrichment. They were almost kind of cute, actually, with their beady eyes and their…rat diets. 

“Would you like to feed one?” The Professor pops out from behind a corner, Peety in arm. They walk over to the freezer, picking up a frozen mouse by its tail and dropping it into this lukewarm liquid on a nearby counter. “They don’t bite.” 

“Bab…I didn’t know you managed this department,” 

“I don’t.” they smile, setting Peety down in an open glass case. “I’m just good friends with Peety.” 

Bab goes to tinker with something in a nearby case, setting timers and mixing a few liquids. Important, important studies, we’re sure. The reptiles remain still, save for Peety, who is making their better home in the case. They’re slithering around…or more like walking? Crawling? Hard to say…touching their nose to the various pieces of their enclosure, sniffing out the glass, getting more accustomed to the environment again. 

Until, they make eye contact with the janitor, bug-eyed and dilated pupiled. It almost seems to grin, a little mischevous. 

‘I guess I can learn to like snakes. This one is kind of cute…the hands make it alright, like a little boxer.’ Beanie thinks, before poking a finger in the top of the glass. Peety gives a playful lick to the tip of their nail. 

“I love your smile.” 

“Oh,” Beanie snaps back to reality, pulling their hand back. “Uhm…” 

“Was that odd? Sorry if that was odd.” 

“No, No, I’ve just…I didn’t know I was smiling.” 

[secondary-objective-active]

Monster au angel gets to be a seraphim (one of those "biblically accurate" guys you're always going on about on here) because it's funny and kind of the opposite of what he is normally lol

[arthyritis]

When being caught by your own place of work wasn’t on your bucket list:

@glass-trash-bab @dtaegis

[glass-trash-bab]

Septictober day 31! "Smile! They're watching!" With Anti :3 I thought I should draw him at least once for this :3

@jselorekeeper @intothebutterflyburrow @cursednevermore @shizukathepudu @uhhbeans @ashtonisvibing @ratwhowrites @sinful-decaf @geekyfox2 @altr182

[cheese-chase]

My iris-sona ^^

[docheros]

more taes

the first i call "is there something in my shirt?". the second one is just bc i love this dress on her a lot. and the last two- tae in a suit, why not?

[chaseisglitched]

this is subject [it/he/she] , he takes part in the overnight watch and it hasn't slept for several hours 👍

bonus silly lil scribble ft ryan

[greydoesthearts]

The goobuses!!!!!

@glass-trash-bab

(Requests are closed this was one I got for a trip I was supposed to take today and didn’t go lmao)

[pxppet]

"Tell me, and do be honest. For what purpose did you steal me?" Elliot points the fingers of his touching hands at the scientist like a stereotypical Sherlock, a contemplative grin on his face.

They look up from the papers they had been shredding across the room, turning in their rolling chair to face the ALTR. "I told you, and while I don't mind telling you again, I wish it'd sink in: I saved you from that awful place. You lived a long, dreadful life and- and you're only 19, yet. It's not- I needed to-" They sigh, massaging their temple to knot out the stress.

Elliot picks at the sleeves of his sweater, distant. His entire right hand is bandaged in gauze from an 'incident' during his transport. But Elliot is used to incidents, particularly ones where he is the culprit. "Where did the clothes you dress me in come from," he tests, immediately getting his answer as the scientist stiffens and turns their chair away slightly, half going back to destroying documents, half considering if Elliot even needs verbal confirmation.

"From the store, Elliot. Remember the store, the big store I went into and you had to hide in the car?"

"Store," Elliot tries out the word on his tongue, giving a hum of approval. "So, doctor, was it a spouse or a chil-"

The scientist slaps their own leg in shock and turns around to look at him with eyes that shut him up immediately. When they see him shrink under the blankets with his wide, orange eyes, they immediately untense and correct themselves. "Im sorry, it's okay. It's- it's not polite to ask certain questions. I know the testers don't... hold back on you ALTRs, but out here, people don't ask such personal things."

"Have you ever experienced a terrible occurrence that impacted you significantly," Elliot mumbles under a breath, almost too faint to be heard. The colour is gone from his face, and he suddenly lies back down, quieted by being startled.

The scientist licks their lips, brow creasing with pity. "I have supplies for burritos tonight. It's something you've never tried before. It has meat. You'll like it." They turn back around and gnaw at their lip with guilt as they resume their tasks of covering up Elliot's vanishing.

"Doctor," he calls softly over the whirring of the shredder. "Thank you for letting me wear your child's sweater." He yawns, seemingly exhausted into frail sleep yet again. "I think it is the only clothing I've ever enjoyed. I will get no blood on it."

The blunt confession is the first outright thanks they've received so far, and their hands clench shakily around the papers. They blink away tears. What do you even respond to that with? What could possibly addendum such a genuine thanks?

They turn back to face him, mouth already forming words, but when they see him, he has gone back to sleep. They sigh. They will shred papers. Then they will make burritos. Then they will care for this strange and wild little ALTR as much as they can. No matter what.

[climbing-starrs]

orion i luv u

[florenceisfalling]

irisona doodles that completely slipped my mind MONTHS ago

[secondary-objective-active]

Did someone say Angel Pokemon AU? Anyone? Too bad!

Reblogs appreciated !!

[ashtonisvibing]

with the sudden uptick in posts about irisonas i am now constantly thinking about my own goop altr guy

put that fucker in a bucket it's getting goop everywhere

[arthyritis]

Girls 🥰🥰🥰

@dtaegis @glass-trash-bab @the-pastel-kitsune

[glass-trash-bab]

Septictober day 4! Head Trauma with Tae @bondedostae

@jselorekeeper @cursednevermore @uhhbeans @ashtonisvibing @shizukathepudu @intothebutterflyburrow @geekyfox2 @ratwhowrites @fandom-queen-13 @altr182 @sinful-decaf

[astraldoesart]

Caretaker Mael revamped!! Next Fen needs a revamp (maybe a new name too??)