#iris au

[beholdingbenevolence]

Theus tried out the undercut hairstyle at one point...

But it just felt

WRONG.

[nhskdmms1662]

We From Concept IRIS AU Green

And.....WE SAVE IRIS WILL!!

[ask-the-iris-au-hermits]

Eyo! Grian joins hermitcrafy fic :3

edit: if you like this please reblog. likes don’t do anything

[pxppet]

Iris AU - Part 2

(Part 1)

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Two IRIS employees sit in a rather bland looking home, talking with the owner over gone cold coffee.

"Why would you ask me to do this?"

"You're a perfect lure for him."

The homeowner sits back in his chair away from them, folding his fingers into each other. "You are joking."

"No, we wouln't joke over a matter as serious as getting him back under containment."

The man shakes a finger at them, angry and disbelieving that this is real. "No. No, no, no. You promised me I would never have to get near that thing again. When you let me go you said I would never have to be involved!"

"Please calm down, Mr. Schneeplestein," calls the more tired and haggard looking of the two. "The ALTRs containment wasn't expected to ever be broken, and this is a dire situation."

"Dire? Why should I care if it kills other people, all I care about is never seeing it again."

"Henrik," the second one in a lab coat attempts in a way too friendly way. "I know that those months were traumatic for y-"

"Understated, like any good IRIS poppet would."

"Mr. Schneeplestein if you don't do this, he may come for you anyway. At least this way you'll be guarded and have a high likelihood of us recapturing him to further keep you safe."

Henrik balks at them, trying not to look as furious as he is. He pinches his forehead over and over, feeling a headache start in the same place it always does, the heavy scar along the back of his skull. "You're insane. The whole company."

"Sir, you're needed for something bigger than yourself. Isn't that what doctors do?"

"I haven't been a doctor in years."

"If we can't convince you, we will use force. Too many lives are at risk, and too many have already been taken. We have no way of knowing he won't come for you. ALTR 114209 is obsessive when it comes to the people he chooses to 'serve' his purposes. All we're doing is ensuring you don't have to go through anything like that again."

"Try drinking shitwater out of a moldy pipe while that thing laughs at you, and after you know what it's like do this your goddamn self."

The employees glance at each other, and the tired guard stands up.

"We don't want to use force. Last chance." The mans hand is gripped on the taser in his belt.

Henrik feels his heart in his throat at the thought of ever being electrocuted again. The floor lights up and a blaze of agony stabs into him. But no, he's at home in his apartment. He just wants them gone. Don't look at me, he pleads in his head.

"Fine," he tries to sound drawn and cocked like a bow, but even he hears how badly his voice cracks. "I will help. But you have to keep that thing away from me as much as possible. I am not running blind into forests or slathering myself in butter. That thing and I have as little contact as you can manage."

The guard stands down. "Your help is appreciated, doctor. The van is waiting out front, we can fully explain the plan as we go."

Henrik sighs, drinks the remains of his freezing coffee, and stands to follow them out. Goodbye nice apartment, goodbye rebuilt life. The goons have plans for you.

-

Chase feels tired. Even still holding Anti's hand, which usually seems to make that go away. Even with shoes, they've been walking for nearly 6 hours across the English countryside. His body hurts. He's thirsty. But he can't seem to open his mouth to complain.

"We're getting closer," Anti says, as though reading his mind. "Even you'll be able to feel him soon."

Feel him? Chase feels a pang of fear at not knowing what that will mean. He doesn't have to wonder long.

He feels the smell of an antique store slap him across the face as they pass into a clearing, and he suddenly notices that an entire portion of the sky is… grey. Not with clouds, the usual blue has just been completely washed out to nothing. He stares up at it as Anti pulls him along, and for a brief moment he stumbles over his feet as his mind tries to stop him from going any closer. Anti doesn't even seem to notice, his entire face has contorted with excitement and he's nearly pulling them into a sprint.

Anti stops, across the clearing and against the next line of trees. "He doesn't like people he doesn't know. Wait here, Chase."

Chase feels his feet freeze in place, his entire body stiffening into an upright position. Wait, as a physical command on him. He feels foggy as Anti walks away, images and sounds flashing in his mind. Things he's seen before and things he never has. His wife's face, his old guitar, a childhood television show, a bowtie, Anti's face when they met- It cycles through his fluttering eyes so quickly that he can't tell what's real. He starts panting slightly. Where did Anti go? He feels his hands begin to shake.

His breathing has progressed to hyperventilating, when suddenly Anti's hand is in his again. Everything clears instantly and his eyes refoucus onto Anti, grinning, his eyes glowing even brighter than usual in their pits.

"Chase, this is my friend. Say hello."

Chase looks behind him, and whatever he was expecting, well, it's not that.

A polite-looking younger man bounces on his toes, half behind a tree. Like a child hiding. The only odd thing about him is just how pale white his skin is, and just how deeply black his hair and irises are.

"Hi?"

The man doesn't really do anything. No words come out, no gestures. He looks almost timid and tiny behind the tree. Chase swallows down his nerves.

"Uh, I'm- I'm Chase. What's your name?"

The man still doesn't do anything, his face nearly cartoonishly afraid. Chase looks at Anti in confusion.

"Oh, right, 'course. He's like a lot of creatures, doesn't really respond at first unless you use his own language."

"I don't speak anything but English and a highschool course level German, man."

Anti scoffs. "When did your kind get like that?!"

"Most people only speak one or two, I don't know what you want from me!"

Anti chuffs at him, like an annoyed dog. He turns back to look at his friend, and then looks at Chase. "Just copy my hands, okay?"

Chase watches his hands make a variety of shapes, tapping and touching each other. He figures it's sign language of some kind, but it's hard to follow it. He attempts to though, looking at the man with a slightly forced smile.

"You just told him your name, watch him now."

The man steps out from the tree, arms to the side as though he's trying to emphasise how lightly and carefully he moves. He siddles right up to Chase, and his hands slowly come upward. Chase doesn't have time to think before the man grabs both of his cheeks and squishes them. Chase accidentally blows a raspberry from the sudden force, and the man grins widely at him, shaking in his shoulders but making no noise.

"He likes you," Anti assures when Chase gives him a hurried glance. Chase blinks, confused but not entirely scared anymore. Anti's friend seems harmless. Just a... odd, overly formally dressed guy who doesn't speak. Ok, he can work with that.

Anti begins moving his hands again excitedly, and Chase watches them converse, slightly in awe. Not that sign language is unusual, it's just seeing these two almost-but-not-quite-humans use it that sets off his 'weird' radar.

Chase resigns to let them talk, and begins to sit down to rest. A branch crackles under him as he does, and Anti's friend stiffens in place as a massive wave of something bursts out of him. Chase tries to stand up and apologize but he... can't move. Can't do anything. Even Anti is frozen with a half smile and eyes halfway to looking at Chase. His blood feels strange. He doesn't think he's ever felt his blood, but it's like it's... heavy, all of a sudden.

The friend is still moving, rubbing a fist on his chest with wide eyes. The wave recedes back inside the man, and Chase gasps in a breath, not having realised he wasn't breathing. The rush of oxygen makes him light-headed and he falls the rest of the way onto his ass.

Anti is laughing, and grabs his friend and puts him in a headlock, rubbing his hair into a mess. "Asshole, I haven't seen you in 150 years and that's how you treat me?"

The smaller man is being smothered, and despite what just happened Chase finds himself worried Anti is actually hurting him. Not that he would risk getting between that.

Instead the man breaks free, shaking in that same way, shoulders heaving. Chase realises he's laughing, the open mouth clicking the pieces into place. A totally soundless laugh. A totally soundless... everything. Even his footsteps don't make much noise at all in the leaves as he tussles back and forth with Anti.

"Alright, enough!" Anti shoves at him and he dips respectfully in a small bow as he's thrown back. "We needed you to keep safe, but now I need a place for my human to sleep. Anything you can think of?"

The man taps his chin and foot in thought, face screwed up. He signals a lightbulb going off with his finger, and begins signing to Anti again.

Chase just tries to catch his breath on the ground before he'll have to walk again.

They seem to make up their mind, and Anti walks over to him, holding out his hand. "JJ has a place in mind for us. Let's go, Chase."

Wordlessly Chase feels his exhausted body follow Anti's instructions as their trek through the forest begins again, now with a third companion.

[shovel-shuffle]

i've made the decision to orphan iris au on ao3. it's a surprisingly well-liked series - i genuinely didn't expect the response to it that i got. but things have changed and iris isn't really what i want to be known for.

that being said, i think archives are important and i still want people to be able to access the series, so here's the link to the series.

i'm not really into mcyt anymore, so this blog will remain largely inactive. if you happen to be into pokemon, i've been writing for that for the past while. here's a link to my current project.

i don't really know how to end this post. have a good day if you're reading this

[metamatronic]

meanwhile, in the icelands

(they’re doing just fine, to no one’s surprise)

[braindos]

tgaa + moomin

[dream--interrupted]

Started as a random crossover between Proseka and Greek mythology/PJO. Then it went out of control. And then halfway I got lazy.

My personal favourite is Shiho's design. And Nene's, but does it really count as my design if half of it is literally from the game?

[beholdingbenevolence]

"...You always wanted to watch the stars."

Freedom to move also means freedom to do...

[nhskdmms1662]

We For Origenal IRIS...

[ask-the-iris-au-hermits]

Xelqua: So... I am the only one to remain with future me then... Everyone else has teleported to someone else...why?

Space:Ehm, It's simply because the Hermits don't really know about you and just letting them know like this feels too easy...

Xelqua: I see.

Space: You see?

Xelqua: I resent that.

Also, why are you here? wasn't there that Time guy doing this before?

Space: That's the funny thing, he has yet to realize the askbox is open again.

Xelqua: The wha-

Space: It doesn't matter! Bye.

Xelqua: That was...weird.

[pxppet]

I already rambled a lot in my tags but I just needed to say that I am looking so INTENSELY at your Iris au 👁👁 Every storyline has all of my attention and I'm so curious to see how they'll all meet.

Knowing you I'm sure you've got something brewing in your head that'll slap me directly in the face (complimentary)

Also- EVIL JJ LETS GOOOOOOOOO

EVIL JJ WAS LONG OVERDUE ON *THE* JJ BLOG

I apologize for the future heartbreak and hurt this au will have. I find it very funny that Chase is even involved, he is a Regular Guy in this AU, completely human among these beasts. Everyone's story ties back to Anti somehow; he's the holders of all their threads, like any good puppet master. But I wouldn't say he's evil in this AU. You'll see.

As someone's tags mentioned, the "And they were roommates?!" plotline is my favourite to write, but I have so many ideas for a much more canon Anti. Chase is in for it in plotline B, and JJ will be watching with tea and popcorn.

[periwinkla]

PokeAttorney AU Masterpost!

I'll update this as I go ♡ ---- posts ---- #pokeattorney AU main tag Choco-Phoenix-Travesty post Unnecessary feelings + WHOOOP post Pokeattorney x 15th Anniversary skit post ---- Teams (for now) ---- (in brackets the mons I haven't drawn yet) Phoenix - shiny Decidueye, shiny Umbreon, Goodra Trucy - Hoopa, Eevee, Hydrapple... (all her mons here) Miles - Gardevoir, Kingambit, Espeon, Dachsbun Maya - Mismagius, Snorlax Mia - Noctowl, (Alakazam) Godot - Luxray Franziska - shiny Gallade, (Dragonair) Gumshoe - Yamper Larry - Smeargle, (Infernape) Pearl - Clefairy Blackquill - Hisuian Braviary Klavier - Toxtricity Apollo - Skeledirge, (Exploud) Athena - Rotom, (Pawmot), (shiny Lucario) Ema - Reuniclus Nahyuta - Alolan Ninetales Kay - shiny Greninja, (Honchkrow - inherited from her father) Eustace - Politoed Iris - white Floette/Florges Dahlia - (Roselia) Kristoph - (shiny Roserade) *the WAA’s main partner pokémon are all Ghost types: Decidueye - Hoopa - Skeledirge - Rotom *Mia's Noctowl is mentor to Phoenix's Decidueye *after her death Mia's pokémon become the WAA's resident caretakers and eventually Trucy's helpers for her shows *More info about the teams: Phoenix + Miles Maya & Miles Wrightworth family x Eevee-Umbreon-Espeon (1) Wrightworth family x Eevee-Umbreon-Espeon (2) Franziska, Pearl, Blackquill, Klavier, Apollo, Athena, Ema, Nahyuta, Kay, Eustace

[cursed-sheep]

Mad Doctor AU

My loving you meant only Heartaches

Bonus:

Happy Halloween everyone!🧟‍♀️🎃

[gabester-sketch]

Nothing gets done in practice at the Old Bailey Ice Arena 😔

@endlexina @mikomikono suggested that Kazuma can’t get girls and they’re right

[huecycles]

Ms Boom! Alvin's younger sister and a chemistry teacher at the school's lab. Susie's aunt, Iris, and Berdly's mom, Robin