what am i?

indie oc. fandomless + selective.

[banhammered-blog]

Oh, no. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. I was going to be nice about it. But then you thought to be fucking smart-mouthed, and look where that gets you. 

He leans down a little, to her level, and brushes his scratchy cheek to her soft one, smiling wickedly as he all but purrs, low and warm and fond into her ear.

No. I don’t want to. You said I didn’t care before. Why should I start now?

[aviusstella-blog]

Iris instinctively flinched when Sarkis’ face was near hers, but with nowhere to go, she was forced to stay put. Fear meant adrenaline, and it was making her heart race, her palms sweaty and hot from trying to do something -- shove off the shackles, push him away -- anything. So far, it only led to her palms reddening, irritated from exertion. 

Because you’re better than this. I know you can be... Sarkis you’re hurting me.

              PLEASE. STOP.

[thebookofsands]

“Of course,” Rhee said, nodding. She blinked as the doctor had Iris down on the bed in an instant and stepped away from him in shock and awe. She didn’t want to be next.

“I’ll just stay right here until she wakes up…”

[aviusstella-blog]

The unconsciousness was weird; yes, she was asleep, but most of Iris’ mind and thought processes were functioning similarly to how they did when she was awake. At least for a while. McCoy adn M’Benga were analyzing and working, and it ended up in another medication and then the telepath sunk into sleep. Real, hardcore REM sleep. 

So when she woke up at least eight hours later, Iris was pretty sure she was a different person. 

           “Holy shit.”

[ofgoodconscience]

“Something terrible?” Picard echoed her words once they were in private, and he turned with arms crossed. “Are you suggesting that my ship and crew are in danger?” He could tell that she was nervous, and even he felt growing anxiety at the prospect. He wasn’t excited to hear the answer to his question, but he knew it was necessary. “I need to know everything that Q told you– about this ship, or your powers, or anything connecting the two. It’s incredibly important.”

And it was just like Q, wasn’t it, to dump a problem on him and leave it for him to figure out. Or maybe this was his way of caring. If they were in danger, and for whatever reason Q couldn’t help them himself, then perhaps this had been his form of alternative. Still, he didn’t like other people being thrown in the middle of his problems.

[aviusstella-blog]

The complete upheaval of emotion had Iris weak in the knees, legs wobbling before she fell into the closest chair without much control over the movement. She swallowed hard, looking up to the captain in earnest. “I don’t really know anything, sir. All Q told me was that I could do more -- be more -- and he said you would need my help” even though her voice shook, the telepath didn’t hide away. She refused to. “He wouldn’t even tell me who would be putting you in danger, sir... all I know is that it’s an enemy you’ve faced before. Q said they were coming back.”

Iris’ shoulders slouched, head falling to stare at her hands, fingers knotted with one another. The last thing she wanted was to be the center of attention, to be considered an enemy or a threat. In all honesty, Iris just wanted to go home... she didn’t want to be involved in something of this large of a scale.

                  “I’m sorry I can’t help more. I’m... just here, doing as I’m told, I guess.”

[aurelle]

Julie + Nate by Phil Chester

[liibxrte]

He frowned softly; they didn’t have an elevator, did they? No… Elevators were more for fancy buildings, not their little old building with the red bricks. He shook his head, pulling his hand  away from his mouth.

          “We don’t have ‘n elevator. We gotta take            the stairs but– but I get outta breath real            easy.”

[aviusstella-blog]

“Oh... you’re in a walk-up, okay. That means you    aren’t in this building...”

The telepath sighed softly, shifting Steve in her arms so he was more swaddled than anything else. To be frank with herself, she could just go peek around his memories and figure out where he lived. She usually saved that kind of behavior for criminals... and had no idea what  it’d do to someone so little. Steve would probably cry. And there was no way in hell Iris could handle him crying, he was too sweet.

                “We’ll find your mom, I promise. I just -- I don’t                   know when. But we will.”

[thedevilishromulan]

     The other officer’s steps announced her approach far before she was even visible. Verelan had long taken to reading people for their movements, their way of speaking. All made up for the disadvantage Romulans had been left with in the wake of evolving out of their telepathic roots. 

     This woman practically radiated trepidation. 

     Aware that she was intimidating by nature, Verelan attempted to keep her expression and inflection demure and placating.

      “You must be Ensign Lane. You are very punctual– I do thank you for that. There have been a series of corruptions in the star charts taken of the past six sectors we have attempted to chart. I require your assistance in repairing the damage.”

[aviusstella-blog]

“I came as soon as I heard” she replied softly, offering the other officer a more friendly smile. Iris was still new to Enterprise, all things considered, and was a bit intimidated by that newcomer vibe she gave off wherever she went. Maybe that was why the telepath seemed so nervous. 

“Huh, that’s no good, now is it” Iris hummed softly, stepping around Verelan in a few movements, delving into said files with ease. She frowned, opening the actual data behind the maps and almost grimacing. 

                  “This... do we know how this happened? The missing information is almost in a                             pattern... which is weird.”

[banhammered-blog]

Stop what, Iris? You wanted me to do this.

The gold solidifies somewhat into heavy shackles, and Sarkis does let go - but all that happens is now her wrists are lashed to the ground instead of trapped in his hands. Rough fingers grip her chin, tipping her head forcefully to one side as he hums in thought and eyes her throat.

I just never said I’d mark you up nicely.

[aviusstella-blog]

“This wasn’t what I thought --”

She’s squirming, the combination of pain and adrenaline making her body go into sensory overdrive. Her arms pull at the shackles, trying to move, to get away from the burning up her arms; there’s no chance, and Iris feels hot tears gathering in her eyes. There’s a more meaningful fight that follows, even as Sarkis grabbed her chin; she doesn’t want to just give up.

“Let me go” she growled, low, almost scared. “Sarkis -- let me go.”

[britishdarkhairwelldressed]

“You will never want to do that again. I know you don’t want to,” he stated lowly, finally regaining himself and inching towards her, breathing down her face. Slender fingers found their way along her cheek, caressing her jaw until they made their way to the bottom of her chin, lifting her head up for him to lock into her gaze. “Am I right?”

[aviusstella-blog]

It was unnerving, being stripped of any control whatsoever; her thoughts weren’t her own, and even though his hand was only on her face, Iris felt his presence all over her. The fingers around her neck remained tight, cheeks pink as she struggled to breathe. “Y--you’re right” she replied, eyes watering. “I don’t want to d-do that again.” The telepath whined, lips pursed together in hopes to muffle the sound; her vision was just starting to spin, her head light from so little air in her system.

[urbxnlegxnd]

aviusstella started following you

[urbxnlegxnd]

Lee chuckled slightly in reaction to the woman’s reaction. Then simply looked around briefly.  “So, what do you do?”

[aviusstella-blog]

“Y’know... a thing” she grinned softly, hand outstretched, fingers spread in the direction of a bookcase. Without any sign of strain, the furniture was about six inches off of the ground, and it plopped down right in front of Lee. “That’s being tame... I just don’t wanna destroy your house.” 

[piiemakcr-deactivated20220129]

Oh, shit.

Ned’s usually pretty careless with his wording; generally, his rambling is what gets his point across, hence why the one time he uses a to-the-point phrase like ‘you’re beautiful’, it backfires entirely: Karma has it out for the pie-maker.

                            “No, no, not kind of. I mean, you are, but saying so sounded                              too forward and I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or                              like whatever is going on here is an obligation, because it                              isn’t and I’m not forcing you into anything you don’t want to                              do. Am I? Unless this is something you want to do, because                              that would really sort of change things, and…

                                                             …I don’t mean ‘‘kind of’. I mean you are.”

He also means that if she doesn’t get her lips away from his neck, he’ll take no responsibility for where his hands end up on her body.

[aviusstella-blog]

Iris can’t really stop the smile that started to form, the corners of her lips just twitching at first, before remaining at a full smile. She didn’t much enjoy opening up to people, mostly because it meant being left behind in the end; she wasn’t trusted, and the telepath knew that. With Ned, however, that filter was gone, and she just accepted what she believed, and said it honestly. As if by a miracle... it seemed Ned felt similar.

               “I -- Ned --”

Her head burrowed in his neck, hiding from his gaze. The telepath breathed in his scent, savored his warmth, and lingered; too afraid to move, like maybe the moment would lose it’s importance if she pulled away.

                                 “You’re kind of perfect, you big dope.”

[piiemakcr-deactivated20220129]

“See? Not everything is always as it seems.”

Her reaction is entirely justified. If you’re not already aware of its existence, it can be quite—jarring, he decides after a brief search for words, eyes traveling the glass jars on a shelf above the empty counter space. Still, Ned’s smug grin is ever-present. How he enjoys being right.

“Now, help me. Find me some cinnamon, or something. With your hands.”

[aviusstella-blog]

Iris sighed, getting up on her tip-toes to try and look where Ned was (which was useless, because she was too short to do anything in this kitchen). She looked over to Ned with a mockingly I am so mad at you face, nudging his side on her way to get a step stool. 

            “You’re no fun at all, making me look for things without making it fun.”

However, with the stool, she found cinnamon easily enough; there were two little jars of it, and she looked over her shoulder to hand Ned both. She kept rummaging through the spices to quell her curiosity, chatting ever so casually:

                          “Why do you have so much cinnamon? This looks like overkill. Or even                                           compensation for something.”

[childrenxfthesun-archive-blog]

So, she’s done this kind of work before. Interesting. At least that’s what he gathered from her remark or maybe he was incorrect in his assumptions. Either way, harnessing her remarkable gift to work in his own favor would make him nearly impossible to stop. But since his powers of persuasion clearly had little to no effect on her, he’d just have to try a different route in order to receive what he wanted.

Should be fun.

“Iris.” The name simply flows off his lips while also repeating it over in his mind. “I’m Kilgrave.” Far more individuals knew him by this instead of his more mundane name. Besides, it has a nice ring to it.

“Why wouldn’t I? Why wouldn’t anyone? You’re not a force to be reckoned with, Iris. Your abilities – your gifts – deserve recognition. You have to know that.”

[aviusstella-blog]

“Kilgrave” she murmured, more to herself than for any other purpose. Iris watched him closely, and was surprised by the genuine interest he showed in her. Maybe it was just for her abilities, which wouldn’t be new, but it seemed different. 

“Recognition could get me killed” she replied softly, voice a bit more tender than before. Iris swallowed hard, ignoring the uncomfortable tug in her stomach. Someone cared, and a part of her wanted to run while she had the chance; even with a stranger, Iris was afraid to get too close. “People don’t like what they can’t control.”

The telepath paused, thinking. “I haven’t found someone I couldn’t defeat... someone could get scared and fight but I don’t -- I could do whatever I wanted. I just choose not to. It’s easier to live in the shadows.”

[freckledrose]

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[aviusstella-blog]

the queue has finally been updated!

if your thread isn’t below the cut, please send me a link so i can reply! <3

@childrenxfthesun : iris+kilgrave @vigilemusmortuis : ned+iris : mistletoe kiss + iris-don’t-use-your-powers @leeurbaneverett: lee+iris show each other their powers @britishdarkhairwelldressed  : iris is kind of strangling herself @banhammered : iris is shackled and getting shock-burned ??? @thedevilishromulan : iris+verelan get to know each other @liibxrte : iris+bb!steve @ofgoodconscience iris+picard clean up Q’s mess @thebookofsands : iris got knocked out

[aviusstella-blog]

★★★★★ this one also though but more for the fact that maggie you have so manny characters wtf u need an intervention

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[ sSSSsssSSHHHhhhHHH I DO NOT HAVE A PROBLEM WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. ALL OF THESE BLOGS AREN’T A PROBLEM ]

X, X, X, X, X, 

[aviusstella-blog]

★★★★!

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[ bles imma just smoosh your face and cuddle you 5ever okay. like you deserve all the snuggles and thanks and nice things bLESS U ]

[aviusstella-blog]

★★★★★ x50 tbh

Rate my Rp skill.

[ screams into the abyss oH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOD SOMEONE OF SKILL IS COMPLIMENTING ME WHAT DO I DO ]