iris stop

There is this fear I have when I talk with a person and you both find out that you’re from an ex-yu country, that they’ll hate you because you’re a certain nationality, but you like them and they like you too, they seem like a nice person, but that one thing can change their perception of you and that fucking terrifies me.

finally drew my MC.

His name is Iris, he likes eating flowers in socially inappropriate situations and drinking enough lavender mint tea to reek of it. Smells a bit like an old lady. He doesn’t always wear his dragonfly hair decoration but when he does he’s very obvious about trying to show it off.

As you can see, he really, really likes purple.

I like to think of him as being a bit strange. Not bad, but a bit odd.

He fancies the dear doctor’s large auburn eyebrows.
Refers to them as ‘caterpillars’.
…or doctorpillars.

Please stop him.

2

that nose brush and lil tongue

6

In which Iris is 200% done and Barry still doesn’t like his name. 3/

  • [Iris is tapping rhythmically at her phone screen, Cisco is clicking away at his keyboard equally as much, and Barry notices]
  • Barry: Stop it.
  • Iris: Stop what?
  • Barry: You're talking about me in Morse Code. Well, you know what? Joke's on you 'cause I know Morse Code. Ha!
  • Iris: [chuckles] Yeah, babe. That's what we're doing. In our very limited free time and with our very limited budgets, we went out and took a class on a very outmoded and very unnecessary form of communication...
  • Cisco: [looks at camera]
  • Iris: ...just so we could talk about you. In front of you.
  • *cut to Iris and Cisco in interview room*
  • Iris: Yup. That's exactly what we did.
  • Cisco: [nods and smiles]