#oc: iris

[koboldfactory]

Just some birds

[sapphiel]

Pride month buggos altogether~

[kutkhart]

The Stranger

Illustration for Ask. I chose "The Stranger" for the event dedicated to the Cosmic Caravan.

A little fantasy on what would have happened if Regill had received the mythical aeon's powers (･ω<)☆

[shiney125]

Is it just me, or is it decreasing exponentially...?

I don't see any cons, haha

[lichenbug]

middle age bird woman ily,,

[otterkitty]

Too Far Gone

Two of my signalis ocs. They are Schwalben units named Nimbus and Iris (the corrupted one)

[gloryraiin]

Sometimes I will post on here

More Water Iris and Lotus business. Also Flip, Iris's companion!

[sunhowler-art]

some of my sapphics for lesbian visibility week!

[lorata]

iris & bb adessa

ok @penfoldx asked about iris (bc i've only ever mentioned her) so i scoured my files and found an ANCIENT prompt fic that i started writing for @sweet-suzume TEN YEARS AGO and never finished

shad adwater from Whoever Needs Charity

The boy on screen turns his blood-smeared face to the camera, wide eyes shimmering with damp in the green-tinted night vision. Below him the final tribute gurgles and twitches as the blood leaks out too slowly for a quick, clean death, but Shad Atwater of District 4 appears not to notice, wiping blindly at the tears and muck that coat his cheeks.

Adessa stirs, and Iris glances down at her Victor, barely a year out herself and glued to the recap after having been denied the daily coverage. Onscreen the blood is black under the odd lighting, shining like an oil slick, and it’s been months since Iris caught Adessa in the woods examining the insides of squirrels trying to discover the future in their livers as she’d read in a book sometime, but this is more death and suffering than the young Victor has been permitted near since her own win.

“This isn’t right,” Adessa says. She sits primly as always, but now her knees twitch upward as though she’s fighting the urge to draw them up and hug her legs. The final tribute thrashes, exhales a final, shuddering breath as the boy from Four inhales one of his own, and at last the cannon fires. “This shouldn’t have been allowed to happen.”

Adessa is the first of them raised to volunteer from her earliest memories — her parents helped to found the Program and worked to recruit weapons-masters from all through the district and the veteran forces from the Capitol — and she never wavered in the Arena, not once. Iris hoped to avoid this, but it’s one thing to cause death and feel a modicum of control; it’s something else to watch it happen and see the brutality for what it is. This twitching, tortured child would be enough to turn anyone’s stomach.

She clicks her teeth hard, and Iris readies the speech she’s practiced since this year’s Reaping — about honour, and sacrifice, about their necessity whether it’s pretty and noble or not — except that Adessa cuts her off, voice unsteady. “He won’t stop crying. It’s — shameful, it’s not right. He’s the Victor, why is he weeping? Why did they allow this?”

Iris closes her mouth and studies Adessa truly. Her posture is tight and she’s actually fidgeting, which for Adessa is tantamount to near breakdown, and she draws her lower lip between her teeth and chews on it despite that being a forbidden mannerism in front of cameras or audiences. And yet it is not the death that has unsettled her, not the blood soaking the concrete and pooling sluggishly around the body; no, it is the tears of this year’s Victor that have peeled back her armour.

“Everyone wins differently,” Iris says as the recap ends and the cameras turn to Shad Atwater in the flesh, sitting onstage with his head; in his hands, shoulders trembling violently.

Adessa presses her hands flat over her knees to hide her shaking fingers. “They should let him go home,” she says decisively. “This isn’t appropriate viewing. No one should have to see this.”

Iris sighs and shuts off the television. “Come on,” she says, and Adessa springs to her feet with too much energy, muscles coiled tight. It will be a rough match today, but honest blood and solid violence is what her Victor needs. “Choose a weapon and let’s head outside.”

Adessa picks a curved dagger nearly the length of her forearm, lovingly turning the blade over in her hand, and Iris chooses a short sword. Soon Shad Atwater and his tears are forgotten in the clash of metal, and they do not speak of it again.

[mtgc858]

Decided to make a oc for Look outside(probably won't do anything with him though LMAO idk)

(Also idk if the sprite looked good or not lol)

Basically this guy was working on his lava lamp before glancing outside and then turned into kinda like it. Somehow not getting to mutated like how Joel only got his face messed up.

His skin fused with his clothes so he looks like he doesn't have anything on but he does...kinda.

He gained anger issues and is more like a defensive shield for the others when fighting.

[da-alley-cat]

Iris the kind vampire! She's too kind to hunt prey so she asks politely... to varying degrees of success.

[sapphiel]

Iris and Bombyx show their colors, with pride~

[kutkhart]

The artist who made this art: https://vk.com/sezart

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Gift commission from my friend @katykeith. Thank you!!!

[shiney125]

What do you think they're talking about?

[lucin-kun]

Introducing the Twisted Critters! (8/8)

This is an au where the theme of the Smiling Critters were taken and twisted around to something different while still following said theme.

Information about them under cut

Hoppy Hopscotch/Flash (Oc): The trouble maker of the group. She is always up for a challenge, no matter how dangerous it will get. She is ready to try new things and do crazy stunts, even if she will break an arm. She is also a bully and will fight anyone and cause trouble. Even with her troublesome nature, she is a spark to her friend group and always ready to encourage them to do something new. Or beat anyone up who dares to hurt her friends.

Lesbian | She/They

Scent: Lime

Bubba Bubbaphant/Professor Iris (Oc): The smartest one of the group and the doctor too. He is very sarcastic and a very blunt elephant. He can and will directly tell you in your face the truth, doesn't matter how hard it will be or not. Despite that he still cares for his friends, even if he doesn’t show it. He has his own ways to show it.

Transmasc | He/Him

Scent: Blue Iris Flower

Picky Piggy/Blossom (Oc): The hard working one of the group. No matter how the weather is, she is always outside working hard on her farm. If she isn't working on her farm then she is works somewhere else like cooking, construction or manual labor in general. No matter what it is, she is the pig to do it. She is also naturally quite strong. Despite how hard working she is, she does want to make sure to atleast make some time for her friends.

Transfem | She/They

Scent: Orange

Craftycorn/Reign (Oc): The cold one of the group. Atleast that’s how she is known as from an outside perspective but if you get to know her she is actually quite the generous unicorn. In her friend group she is known as the generous friend, who knows all about fashion and will help you with your look. Tho she sometimes has a hard time fitting in somewhere because of her "outside appearance" and so closes herself off from the outside world. But her friends are there to give her the kick she needs!

AroAce |She/Her

Scent: Mint

[winding-maze]

Joining the Mermay fun with an old OC of mine, Iris! She is a theater actress, fun and kind and very much into whimsigoth kind of style. I think she'd enjoy being a mermaid, playing with catfish all day long. 🐠

I'd like to revisit some old OCs, through mermay or otherwise... I don't really do anything with them, but I've been feeling nostalgic about the part of my life when I used to write/RP. Maybe they deserve some love now that I'm more skilled artwise.

More about Iris, along with some 2005 art, under the cut!

A bit of character background: her name was Irene when I was in a roleplay thing that started in 2003, and she was my main's sister (added later to offset his bishie broodines, of course!) She was quirky and purple and made entirely too many pots of tea for the main crew. The 3rd drawing is me poking fun at her being silly and whimsical among all the ex-marines and skilled combatants in the story.

The drawings are from 2005 and the last one is from 2007, probably the last time I tried to redesign her. You can really tell the year by the ballet flats and the low-cut bell-bottom jeans!

I don't remember why or when I changed her name, and neither do I remember why I picked "Irene" in the first place. Years later I had a good laugh when I read the Holmes books and learned about Irene Adler, as Iris accidentally has some similarities to the Holmesverse - she's a violinist.