#iris prism

[roxyloserlesbian-arts]

A single light in the dark

Redraw of these two

[nikonautic]

doodled my mlp ocs as humans for fun!

starlight lullaby looks weird but i think its because i had nowhere to put purple, which is a big part of her pony design ;^;

[m00nb04rd5]

Can I have a moodboard for Iris from Greek Mythology?

Iris, Goddess of The Rainbow (Greek Mythology)

[phosphophillight]

a small cat approaches … meow meow meow meow meow

[kaleido-srz]

✧ THE TRIAD OF THE LIGHT ✧

The Triad of the Light is the name given to the three lights(gods) who rule over the world of Spectris. They are responsible for for controlling the world’s attributes and gifting the power of light to The Kaleido.

Each of these lights have their own unique skill along with shared powers between eachother. Each of them consider themselves as siblings, being created at the same time and place in time.

✧ THE PRISM

The Prism is regarded as the oldest of its siblings, despite being the same age, due to its power and influence over Spectris. It is chaotic and often brutal, punishing those severely and violently.

✧ WHITE LIGHT

White light often serves as a kind of law enforcement, dealing with those who commit to malicious acts and punishing them respective of their crimes. Their soul is only partially there, as the other part of it belongs to The Prism.

✧ IRIS

Iris is the least serious and most playful out of their two siblings. They are very kind and respectful, frequently helping Spectrians in need of assistance and attending public events.

[biology-geology-beaches-india]

TSRNOSS, page 321.

[purekatastrophe]

divination 🔮🌈🪟

[fantasy-hobo]

The last princess of the Prism Witches, daughter of King Glassidor and an elven court mage named Silviana Winterberry. Silviana, after giving birth, headed back to her home in the Fae Isles, leaving princess Iris Prismatica with her father who gave her an alternate true name. King Glassidor used this to his advantage, using Iris' true name to make her behave and sentencing anyone else who found out her name to execution to prevent others from commanding her to perform tasks.

He could have never guessed that arranging her marriage could lead to the downfall of their kingdom by her hands.

[prismaticstarshch]

hey so remember that one list of some characters I like I made in a tag game a while back?

Well, Bad Translator is having a field day with their names (note: everything was done in intervals of 20 distortions):

[supercutszns]

Luke x reader where a girl, daughter of Aphrodite, flirts with him and insults the reader, causing her to avoid Luke, but later he manages to find her and confesses that he actually likes them... I don't know if they should already be together or not, but I believe in you!!! you write very well :ooo

Sorry if the idea is bad or you wouldn't want to write something like that, if that's the case please pretend you never read this 🤡🤡🫶

true colours; luke castellan

wc + pairing: 3.6k, luke castellan x child of iris! reader

synopsis: everyone wants luke castellan, including you. curse your mother for getting your hopes up.

warnings: friends to lovers, reader is very insecure, bullying, lee fletcher & will solace cameo!! some angst with a fluffy ending

notes: thank you for the request!! as always this is longer than i anticipated but hope you like it :) i also combined it with another request for a child of iris reader (i also identify as a child of iris sometimes so i lovee writing for them) also i’m pretty sure lee + a lot of parts of this are ooc sorry but i havent read the books in about a year so hopefully everything’s fairly accurate!🌈

You knew this summer would be different because your mother sent her wishes twice as much. On the first day of July, when children flood into Camp Half-Blood like a hive of wild bees, a rainbow always lights up the sky. 

This year, there were two. 

As a child of Iris you’re technically supposed to be in the Hermes cabin. But your love for art, for music, for fun, has made you a particular favourite of the Apollo cabin. Most of your friends are there. They tolerate you singing in your soft, often unsure voice. They love when you catch sunlight and filter it into prisms of colour on their cabin walls. 

You’d probably move in there permanently if it weren’t for Hermes. Or rather, his son.

Over the last few months, in the sticky summer heat, your mother knew you would fall in love. 

It's not any surprise you love Luke. Everyone loves Luke. A fact that's becoming more obvious every passing day. 

It used to bother you less. You’ve always been his meagre, hopeless friend, never any real competition to these girls. You’d basically taken yourself out of the running and instead decided to pine after him in the very back of your mind. A safe, deluded fantasy that would never happen. 

Until recently, where it seems less like a fantasy and more like a terrifying possibility. 

Over the past few weeks Luke has gone out of his way to be sweet to you. Or at least you think so. He’s spent extra time talking to you at lunch, laughing at your half-formed jokes almost in earnest. At bonfires he saves you a seat, grabs you a marshmallow on occasion. You even made him a friendship bracelet of sorts—admittedly a little ugly—but he’s never taken it off. Not since the day you gave it to him. 

Not to mention helping you last week before the archery competition. His hands lingering over yours as he steadied your bow, the curls of his breath on the back of your neck when he stood behind you. 

“Don’t be nervous,” he says, a tinge of mirth in his voice. “You just steady your aim and first is as good as yours.”

(You came in fifteenth.)

You don’t want to say that it’s him weakening your aim, making your pulse beat out of your neck. His nose brushes against the back of your jaw as he leans forward and you smell the pine on his skin. Is this friendly? Is he this close on purpose? Are you delusional?

It’s all you’ve been thinking about these past few days. So when Luke Castellan’s endless admirers come to the forefront of your mind, you feel like all those moments of potential buildup have been ripped away. 

“You alright there, sunshine?” 

He takes you out of your spiral with a teasing lilt you love. When you look at him, his face is a shimmering warmth, complete with boyish smile. 

“Yep,” you reply, trying to ignore the nickname making your insides flutter even though you know he’s saying it ironically.

You’ve always had a gift for identifying colour. It’s the thing you pay attention to most. Something inherited from your mother, you suppose. So you’ve memorized the way Luke’s eyes melt in the sunlight. How his scar blends with his pinking cheeks when it’s hot outside. You never told him, and you probably never will, but you’ve painted him from memory quite a few times in the Apollo cabin—always with the excuse that you were practicing. It's so blatantly obvious you're in love with him there's no point in your friends bringing it up.  

The two of you are meandering around camp before dinner, a tradition Luke started early on in the summer. You talk about high points of your day (mostly you) or share nuggets of gossip you’ve heard around camp (mostly him). It's the thing you looked forward to every morning. A time when his words are just for you. 

Idle chatter flows as you keep walking. Sometimes your arm brushes his and you have the embarrassing urge to tug yours away. You do your best not to stare at him too long or laugh too loud at his jokes. 

“Hey, Castellan!” Someone calls. 

Luke’s head turns. Your heart plummets. A beautiful girl, Aphrodite cabin, you think, is heading towards you. She’s all honey-spun hair and dazzling pink lips, and it’s obvious she knows it. You don’t know her name. But Luke does. 

They fall into conversation the second she arrives. It’s just greetings, pleasantries, but there’s a coy smile on the girl’s face that betrays any sense of disinterest. “Heard you’re not too keen on pairing up with us for the Chariot Race next week. What gives?” Her tone is pouty and playful as she taps Luke’s shoulder. She side-eyes you, lips curling imperceptibly. “I’m sure you’ll have a better chance with us.”

He lets out a strained chuckle. “Dunno, just thought it was fine to switch it up.”

Just like that, you’re out of the loop again. More of her friends flock after her, and soon Luke is tangled in a whole other world. They’re all glowing with a kind of righteousness you only get when you’re popular. You know Luke has friends, tons of them. He's the leader of the cabin with the most campers. Not to mention assertive and gorgeous. His presence is so inviting it’s a challenge not to fall in love with him. 

So you can’t blame this girl, the one that keeps touching his arm and giggling. It’s not like you’ve staked your claim on Luke—no one even knows you exist. As much as you want him to be yours, you know you’ll never stop someone from taking him first. It’s your fatal flaw, you think. Cowardice. 

You end up sidelined completely. Watching him swathed in people more charismatic than you plants an ache deep inside you. All your wishful thinking feels sour now, a pipe dream, a bedtime story to help you sleep better. Somehow it hurts more knowing that it’s nobody’s fault but yours. These people can’t be doing this on purpose. It’s just who they are. It’s who you are—always a step behind, always daydreaming. You are your mother’s daughter, after all. Just a prism reflecting everyone around you. 

Eventually, one of the boys in the group takes notice of you. He’s not nearly as captivating as Luke is—you don’t find the colours of his eyes hold as much depth. There’s also a haughtiness when he looks at you. He sneers, “What the hell do you have on your face?”

It draws the attention of others in the group. You feel like a naked sculpture in an art gallery. “Uh, what?” You stammer. 

Some of them purse their lips. The girl with Luke lets a laugh slip. You’re pretty sure you look like an idiot, waiting there with your brows wrinkled in a daze. Their gazes keep flicking over to your cheek, so your hand flies up there before you can delay any more. When you press your fingers to the side of your face, they come away tacky and pink. Mortification constricts you.

Paint. It’s leftover, half-dried paint. The colour of Luke’s cheeks in the sun. 

“Oh,” you say dumbly. It’s drowned by snickers. All you can do is find Luke, the only face you know, and ask, “Why didn’t you tell me?” without sounding too hurt. 

You know you failed when your voice comes out wrong and his ebony brows push together. “I thought it looked—”

He never gets to finish because the golden girl laughs a little louder, the pink tones in her face a little darker. “Oh my Gods, you’re that Iris kid that’s always singing, right?” She giggles sharply, cornflower eyes darting between her friends. There’s something in there you can’t quite pick up on, until it flushes the pupils of all her friends, and they all grin with a secret knowledge they want you to see. “You’re, like, really good!” The girl simpers, but her bottom lip pulls between her teeth to soften another laugh. 

“Oh, so good!” Another friend piles on. 

Their passive-aggressive chuckles start to sound like hail on a window. You shift further away from them. Dirt slides beneath your shoe, and you long to kick up more of it, displace yourself, disappear. 

You don’t look at Luke. The giggly, flaxen girl has already turned back to him, and you’re sure he’s enthralled once more. You try to stir up the image of Luke’s closeness during archery practice, the lilac bruise on his knuckles when he angled your bow, but it doesn’t take. Now, it feels like you’ve dreamed it. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Luke leaning down to catch a whisper from the Aphrodite girl’s ear. The boy that first commented on your cheek leans closer to you again. He’s suffocatingly smug when he grins, “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you go … wash that off? You don’t want to look like that at dinner.” He snorts. “For an Iris kid, you really aren’t good at taking a message.” 

If you were a more confident person, maybe you’d point out how that didn’t really make sense, or how stupid it sounded coming out of his mouth. But the sentiment of it wounds you, and you’re weak enough as is. 

"Guess you're right," you mumble. You wipe your face of paint as you leave. The memory of Luke’s skin stains you until you wash your hands off in the sink. 

You haven’t talked to him since. 

It’s been a few days of you avoiding him, and it’s hard to explain to anyone why you’ve been doing it. How do you tell the truth? Luke Castellan is a work of art and you are … a weird doodle, or something. Despite your adoration, you know there’s no reason he should feel the same for you. Everyone loves him for a reason. Everyone must ignore you for one, too. 

“Why haven’t you been talking to Luke?”

The question breaks your concentrated silence in the Apollo cabin. You’ve been sitting here for a while now, humming to yourself over a mostly blank canvas. The cabin is dusted with a lilac haze, thanks to your manipulation of the light streaming through the windows. Helps you feel less like you’re at camp and more like you’re in a fairytale. 

“Helloooo, lady, I asked you a question.”

You begrudgingly look up. Lee Fletcher, head of the Apollo cabin, is at the mouth of the cabin, gazing at all your supplies strewn about the floor like they’re a bunch of unsavoury substances. “It looks like a hurricane came in here. Now why aren’t you talking to Luke?”

“How do you know I’m not talking to him?” You mutter as Lee sits beside you. 

“Uh, because you’ve been sleeping here multiple nights in a row and you never do that. And you don’t sit with him at dinner. And whenever we see him you drag me in the other direction—”

“Lee!”

“I’m just saying, you should probably talk about it. My beautiful voice can heal wounds, yes, but not of the heart.” He splays a hand across his chest in mock theatrics.

You don’t say anything. The familiar weight of the brush against your fingertips is far more comforting than trying to talk, so you busy yourself with your canvas again. “He waits for you, you know,” Lee continues, quieter. “In the morning. And before dinner. He always asks if you’re here.”

“Oh,” you say, and your wavering voice betrays your expression. But you think of everyone else at camp, their gleaming smiles and their celebrated parents, their own cabins and friends and dreams, how you don’t seem to have any of those. You think of the girl whispering in Luke’s ear. All her shades of beauty. You know it’s wrong to compare yourself, to be jealous. You’re just … sad.

The cabin darkens from a lilac to an imperceptibly gloomier shade. A blue sort of longing gets caught in your throat, blurring the colours on your canvas. But you keep your brush steady, focused on the scratch of its bristles so you don’t have to hear what you say next. 

“I think I love him, Lee.” And then, “But I don’t think he loves me.”

There’s no sound except the scraping of your brush when it’s run out of paint, and a sniffle when a tear rolls down your cheek. 

“Oh,” Lee fills the silence the way you did just moments before. Then he says your name, laced with pity, and hugs you on the floor of his lavender cabin. 

“You want to help me lead the bonfire song tonight?” He asks after a minute. “Or at least … come to the bonfire song?” 

“No to the first, yes to the second.”

You wish you said no to both. 

The spot you choose after dinner is right next to the fire so you can distract yourself with the golden flecks of flame. Fire is so fluid, so complex, from a colour perspective. But no matter how close you get, the searing warmth can’t hide Luke’s gaze peering over the embers. 

He will not. Stop. Looking at you. 

The singing from the Apollo kids usually soothes you but tonight it’s just making you anxious. All this attention so close to you. Will Solace has been sitting next to you this whole time, your unofficial assigned companion for the night thanks to Lee. One of his siblings beckons him over, and he shoots you an apologetic look, hesitating. "Just go," you wave off kindly. "It's all good." He's not entirely convinced, and you aren't either, but he squeezes your shoulder with thanks and leaves you anyway.

Now you’re acutely aware the space next to you is wide open. And so is Luke, it seems. There’s an awkward moment where your gazes slide over each other and he weaves out of his current crowd towards you. So you do the most mature, sound thing you could possibly do in this situation:

You say you have to go to the bathroom to no one in particular and get out of there. 

It’s dark, but you’ve got sharper eyes than most. Soon the noise of the campfire is behind you. You traipse through the camp towards the bathroom,but you don’t get far before you hear something that makes your stomach drop in the worst and best way. 

Luke, calling your name. 

At first you think you can get away with not hearing him. Then he calls a second, a third, a fourth time, punctuated with, “Come on, I know you can hear me, can you just turn around?”

He’s got longer legs than you so the next time he speaks it’s practically in your ear. “Hey, just look at me. Please. I want to talk to you.”

There’s something so tender in his voice that it makes you cave immediately. But you already feel so fragile, you can feel the tears behind your eyes. You know you won’t have the strength to talk to him. 

His hand curls gently around your wrist and it sends warmth all the way up your arm. He says your name again, softer, and you love the way it sounds. You can’t meet his eyes, but you already know what he looks like. Even in the dark you picture him crystal clear. 

“Look at me,” he repeats. “I just—I need to know what I did wrong.”

His dark eyes are full and apprehensive when you heed him. You notice how much you’ve missed studying his face—the slight bunch of his brows, the tensing in his jaw. And you almost delude yourself that he’s missed you just as much, the way he squeezes your wrist and rakes over your expression.

“Why are you ignoring me?” He asks. 

“I’m not—”

“You are. I know you. Just tell me why.” 

He looks so sweet, so earnest, and it kills you. You think of the way he looked when all his friends made fun of you. It all comes up before you can help it. 

“Do you always let me walk around looking like an idiot?” You ask bitingly, staring at the floor. “The thing, with the paint on my cheek—why didn’t you tell me? I looked so stupid and all your friends just laughed at me!” 

His face falls. “I tried to tell you, I thought—”

“It’s okay to say you don’t like me, or that you’re embarrassed, or whatever, but I …” You swallow, tears thick on your lower lashes. “Everyone makes fun of me. I don’t know why you don’t.”

“Because I do like you,” he states, hand moving up to your forearm. 

“Don’t say that,” you whisper. “You’re so much … better, you know you are, and I don’t want your pity, or your spare time. I just—I made something up in my head that wasn’t there and I only noticed it the other day after you talked to that girl and that guy made fun of me and I’m really, really sorry—”

“It looked cute. I was trying to say I didn’t tell you about the paint because I thought it was cute.”

There’s a lull.

“What?” You blink stupidly. 

“I know I should’ve told you about it, but I swear I was going to before dinner, I didn’t think we’d run into anyone before then.” His cheeks tinge red. “I had this whole dumb thing planned out where I’d wipe it off your cheek and tell you how cute it was once you got embarassed. I was waiting to tell you. I was thinking about it the whole time.”

His hand on your arm is a frighteningly grounding thing. You're dumbstruck by that alone. Your lips part, but all that comes out is, “Why?”

A gentle laugh tumbles out of his throat. “Why do you think?”

His other hand comes up to brush your cheekbone, where the paint had been, and you can imagine him doing it to you on that day. How you'd probably react just the way he said you would, the way you are now. A warm orange glow blooming in your chest. “But the girl—”

“She tried whispering to me how much she liked my bracelet,” he smiles fondly. “Told her you made it for me. It shut her up. I don’t know what that guy said to you but I chewed ‘em all out the second you left. They knew I wasn’t happy. I tried looking for you but you were gone. I don't like them, you know."

You don’t know what to say. It’s too difficult, too uncertain for you to jump the gun on this. So you just stare at all the shifting colours on his face as he moves closer to you. All this time going over his every detail, and there's still more to be enthralled by.

“I found the paintings,” he says, voice so close you can feel it brushing your skin. “The ones of me. I was looking for you in the Apollo cabin a week ago and you left one out. I knew it was yours because ... I mean, there’s no one in the world that can make me look that … beautiful.” 

The last word is apprehensive but it’s spoken with an unimaginable tenderness. He looks a little teary himself. You think you’re dreaming. “I knew I had to tell you after that. I’ve been trying to tell you. But you started pulling away from me so I thought I was making it all up.”

“Tell me what?” It’s a ghost of a question between you, an impossible thing, but the hand on your arm slips around to your back and he presses it there with such certainty. 

“You’re really gonna make me say it?” He cocks his head, but you nod. “I’m in love with you, I think.”

The words cascade over you in ribbons of warmth. Your brain feels fuzzy, seperate from the rest of your body. Your mouth opens multiple times but you can’t seem to control what comes out. “Luke, are you joking?”

“Not even a little.”

“But you’ve got so many other—”

“I want you.”

“I am literally the most incompetent person alive; I can’t sing, I can’t talk to people, I have a weird knee—”

"Your knee is fine!"

"I'm just saying, this makes no sense from an outsider perspective, it's—"

“Okay, clearly the telling thing isn’t working so I guess I’m just gonna have to kiss you.”

It happens so quickly you don’t have any time to think (probably for the better). You let out a surprised “oh” before his mouth silences you, stopping every other thought. He’s gentle, thumb still rubbing your cheekbone, other hand still firm at your waist. You want to panic—where should you put your hands? How do you know you’re doing this right? But he steadies you, the way he always does, and you give in. 

He starts to smile against your lips. You’re almost positive the intensity of your heartbeat could summon a storm. When he pulls away, he kisses the corners of your mouth and you think you’re going to evaporate. “I don’t think I’m very good at this,” you whisper.

“You’re perfect.” He grins a little when your hands tentatively tug at a curl on the nape of his neck. “And none of that stuff you say is true. I mean, you’re definitely a better singer than me.”

Leaning close to your ear, he warbles out a song you know but gets the words horribly wrong anyways. You can’t help but laugh. “Okay, maybe you have a point.”

He hums and chuckles with you. You swear the moon gets brighter when he wraps his arms around your waist to kiss the side of your face. “Next time you paint me, I want to be there when you do it.”

You blush harder than you ever have in your life. “Only if you try painting me,” you say quietly.

“Of course. You’re very pretty, so I’m sure my horrible artistic skills won’t even make you look bad.”

Luke lets you press your face into the crook of his neck. You soak it up for all it’s worth. 

In the morning, you wake up in the same position. Your nose tucked against his collarbone, the shade of pink you love freckled across his cheeks. You can't wait to paint him again.

When you look out the window, you say a silent, grateful prayer to your mother.

She's given you two more rainbows.

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LOOK AT MY CHILD

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[blue-flame02]

My own design for nine !!! i am not quite sure what to do w him yet, i am more of an artist than a story teller uhfjiko but i really like him !!! his yellow sclera and his fur coat are based on cross foxes ^_^ he still has his mechanical tails, i just didnt draw them ... + he has a prosthetic leg !! the purple on the leg (and iris) are related to the paradox prism... thought that maybe its energy could help power his leg or maybe take over him in some way?? not sure, but its an interesting thought !!

[flying-potato2]

the (lightly modded) minecraft server is running!!

dm me or send me an (not anonymous) ask to get the server ip !! u can also just reblog the post and tag that u want 2 join and i can send u an ask/dm with the server ip

required mods below cut:

Minecraft Version: 1.21.4

Loader: Fabric

Library/dependencies:

Fabric API

FrozenLib

Glitchcore

Terrablender

Combat+ core

owo

Cardinal Components api

Mods:

Wilder Wild

Biomes o' Plenty

Blahaj-fabric

Catenary

Cinderscapes

Copper Hopper

Extended Enchanting

Instant Feedback

Legacies and Legends

Potion Cauldron

Press G to Meow

Superb Steeds

Traveler's Backpack

Optional/Recommended (dependencies for these are not listed! you have to find that yourself):

Roughly Enough Items

Iris

Sodium

Lithium

Journeymap

Sodium Extra

Appleskin

Prism Launcher

Custom Biome Saplings

Polydecorations

Distant Horizons

[mehwmidklpe]

hiii, i' Ve been Reading your Connor x reader AND I JUST LOVE HOW YOU WRITE THEM!! ⁠♡

i dont know if request for One shots are open but... Can i ask a connor stoll x a daughter of iris reader?

Like, Reader have Always a prism as a necklace that his mother iris gave her when her dad died and Connor stole It and reader Is mad asf

Idk like ad enemies to lovers thing? But u can write whatever you want i will eat up everything at this point 🫶🏻

Thank you again and keep going!! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

my requests are always open I get excited when I get them

and that's actually so nice omg, of course I'll write that for you! ♡

MESSAGERS PART 2

Waking up in cabin 14 was amazing as always.

It was so peaceful, so beautiful.

The prisms, the colors, the diamonds.

You were one lucky demigod.

You got out of bed, got changed and–wait. When you got changed you didn't see/feel your necklace around your neck. You're always wearing that necklace. You've never taken it if since– nevermind, that's not important.

What is important is searching for your necklace. On the desks, on the drawers, in them, under to beds, no where was a necklace to be seen.

You even looked everywhere you had been at camp the other day, but still no sight of that beautiful prism.

You sighed deeply, trying to say calm as you walked back into the Iris cabin, over to your two siblings who were also the headcouncelor and lieutenant counselor of the cabin.

They were discussing something when you approached them.

"Hey Butch, Mauve. You got a minute?" You ask them, a regular smile on your face. "Yeah, of course." They smiled back at you.

Before you could even say anything, Mauve spoke up. "Hey, where's your necklace?" She frowned. That's when Butch noticed too. "Yeah, the one with the pirsm. I've never seen you without it."

It was clear that people knew you never took i off, you fidgeted with it when you were nervous, you matched it with every outfit you wore.

"That's what I wanted to talk about, I can't find it anywhere." You tell them. "That sucks." Butch states. "And you're sure you looked everywhere?" You sister then questioned you.

You were quick to nod. "Yes. Everywhere." That earned a hum from your brother. "And it never occured you that it could be.. stolen?"

That caught you of guard. "Stolen?" You echo before letting out a small laugh. "Why would anyone steal that, and who would do such a thing?" You ask them.

"Well.. the Hermes kids have their reputation." Mauve informed you. "But they wouldn't do that. We get along great, you know, since our parents are both messegars." You reminds her.

Butch nodded. "That's completely true, but Connor Stoll, he pranks and steals from everyone, he doesn't care who it is. Could be the president or his closest friends and he'd still do it."

"Connor Stoll? You mean the hot Connor Stoll?" Yeah, Connor was hot, not gonna lie. But stealing your necklace? Not-so-hot.

Your brother frowned. "Uhm.. I mean.. is there another Connor Stoll?" He akwardly asks. Mauve brushed it off. "You should just ask him. Be kind and maybe he'll give it back." She suggested at which you nodded.

"I will, thank you so much." You quickly hugged them– a hug they returned of course –and rushed out to find Connor.

And when you spotted him he indeed wore your necklace. You sighed in relief, happy that it at least wasn't lost for good.

Thank the gods, thank Iris.

You quickly approached him with a smile. "Hey Connor." He stopped what he was doing and turned to you. "Oh, sup."

"I noticed that you're wearing my necklace and I'd be very happy if you could maybe give it back? It's really important to me." You said with a kind smile and a kind tone.

Then Connor pretended to think about it. "Mhmm. No."

Okay you did not expect that.

Your smile never faltered though. "Excuse me?" You asked. The blue eyed boy shrugged. "Well, I kinda like it, so I think I'll keep it to myself, thank you very much."

"Uhm.. I know that it's pretty, I do, but I really need it back. Like I said, it's very important to me and–" "Look, Y/n, spare me the nice talk. I'm keeping it." He interrupted.

"Please." You pleaded him. A grin spread across his lips, taking of the necklace from around his neck. "You want it?" That's when he held it in the air. "Come get it."

You couldn't believe this.

How could people be so cruel?

With a sigh, you tried to get it, making him stumble back at which you lost your balance and steadied it by placing your hands on his shoulder.

Dam was he close.

But nothing happened between you two cause you heard something fall onto the ground behind you, and the shattering sound made your stomach drop.

And Connor Stoll had the audacity to grin. "Oops."

You turned around to see the shattered pieces of your beloved prism necklace.

Gone.

It was gone.

You couldn't cry, Iris children are happy.

When you turned around, you were faced with a grinning son of Hermes.

Don't be mad.

Smile.

Iris children are happy.

Iris children think positive.

Iris children are peaceful.

You slapped him across the face.

Hard.

Every camper around you froze as they saw what happened. Did Iris' daughter just use violence against camp's greatest prankster?

Connor surely was in shock, his cheek burning from the pain. Since when were you so strong? And angry?

Without saying anything, you left, leaving Connor dumbfounded.

Another day, Connor was happy to finally get to talk to his brother again.

Since Travis left for college, Connor had spend every day missing him.

Finally, Travis had a free schedule so they had agreed to call.

Now demigods couldn't have phones.

And since Connor Stoll's good old friend Leo Valdez hadn't invented demigod proof phones yet– yet. –the best option was an Iris message.

So he did just that. But when he got to the "Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering." part, the rainbow infront of him faltered, no Travis to be seen

A frown placed on his face. "What the–" he tried again, but the view just faltered again. "Accept my offering?" He repeated.

But a voice echoed trough the room. "Offer declinded."

Offer diclined? What you mean offer declined??

"Wait, no, no, no. This is important, I need to see my brother, you can't just decline it. I'll steal– I mean I'll find more drachmas, I swear." But nothing he said worked, the view dissapeared, and Connor wasn't gonna see his brother again..

You were just peacfully drawing in cabin 14 cause you're good at that, of course, when the door bursted open.

A panicked Connor Stoll walked in. he scanned the place, scanning if there was any Iris kid present, and when his gaze landed on you, he was quick to walk over.

"You. Hey, Y/n. I need you to talk to your mom for me." He spoke to you. Your eyes never left your sketchbook. "I'm sorry, but I'm busy."

He shook his head. "That drawing can wait. For some reason, I can't do the Iris messaging shit anymore and I need you to talk to your mom so she can accept my offers again."

You smiled. "I'm sorry, I can't help you with that." "Yes you can, your mother is in charge of this, and she's kind, so one nice, brightful talk with her and I can Iris message people again. Please, this is important to me." Connor pleaded.

That got your attention, cause you looked up at him. "Important to you like how that necklace was important to me?"

Connor froze. "What?" "I guess it's not that important, then, is it?" You smiled at him.

But for the first time, your smile didn't look so kind and bright anymore, and that made the boy feel weird.

"Y/n, you can't do this to me. This is important, it really is." He told you, but you ignored it. "This is what happens when you disrespect a daughter of Iris. You're the only one to blame."

That's when the son of Hermes realized. "You did this, didn't you." That same smile stayed on your lips. "Took you long enough."

Connor shook his head. "You're cruel." He states.

"I'm righteous." You correct.

"Well trust me when I say that you'll regret it." The curly haired boy warned you.

"Whatever kind of prank you pull on me, it won't change, you'll always be banned from Iris calling." You remind him, and the thought of that made his chest ache.

"Screw you, Y/n. I thought children of Iris were supposed to be nice." Connor said, getting frustrated with you.

"I am nice, just not to you. Not anymore, at least. Now get out of my cabin before Chiron finds out you're breaking the rules, again."

And that's how the daughter of Iris and the son of Hermes became rivals, or enemies.

Whatever you wanna call their hatered for each other.

idk if this was good so I'm sorry

and I know the lovers part wasn't in this, but I can make a part 2 (and probbaly 3) if you want

[captainwinterrsoldierr]

Could you do an Apollo x reader and the reader is insecure over his past relationships and affairs and is like scared he’s gonna leave her? Bonus points if he’s her first boyfriend and she’s a daughter of poseidon. Btw I really love your writing!!

Absolutely and Ty for the req!!🫶🏽 this is a semi long one!

Title: Am I Enough?

Apollo x Fem!Reader

You paced around your cabin. Anxiety and Fear is what you felt in this moment. You should’ve felt so happy. But apart of you felt selfish. Apart of you wanted Apollo to stay as Lester. But he was back to Apollo. The great and mighty Apollo. The one known to be sworn to staying single so he can go from person to person. Ugh why did you have to fall in love with him why? Apollo just left the camp and he had promised you he’d be back tomorrow. He had other people to visit now that he was a god again

You bit your lip and felt your heart ache. Why wasn’t Percy here? You needed him more than anything. You grabbed a coin from the fountain in your Poseidon cabin. You sat on your bed and decided to Iris Message your brother. You grabbed your glass prism and created the rainbow and used your water bending to spew mist.

You giggled half heartedly at the scene. Percy was running around with cardboard boxes in his dorm. “Hi brother.” You said.

“Gah!” He yelled he dropped his box and slipped on a notebook on the ground. You winced, “sorry!”

He got up and finally saw the iris message, “seriously not used to seeing a floating face of my sister in my room,” he muttered. You smiled, “sorry sorry.” He scratched his head and smiled his troublemaker smile at you, “what’s up sis you ok?”

You nodded with no confidence, “yea yea just ya know checking up on ya.” He raised his eyebrows at you, “I know you and I know you’re lying what’s up?”

You teared up at the question, “I just- you know Apollo is back and I’m just feeling insecure I guess. I know he claims he loves me and wants to be with me but… I feel sad knowing his past. I’m scared he’ll go back to that.”

Percy pursed his lips, “listen I can threaten him for you, I mean listen sister he’s not the one if he does that to you ok. If it means anything I can sense he’s changed. He seems better than he was 7 months ago. You can ask him to subdue any bad feelings or if you want I can threaten him.”

You smiled and shook your head, “no no it’s fine just needed to let that out. You’re right. thank you Percy I’ll ask him tomorrow how he feels now.”

Percy nodded, “of course sister but if he makes a wrong step let me know and I’ll have blackjack knock him on the side of the head ya know for entertainment purposes.”

You smacked your forehead, “I love you loser have fun unpacking and tell Annabeth I said hello!” You waved goodbye and the message dissolved.

‘Everything will be ok’ You thought.

-

The next morning you were eating at the pavilion when he landed. He landed gracefully in his sun chariot. Gorgeous as ever. You nervously got up and walked over to him.

“There she is my beautiful girl!” He proudly said. You smiled weakly as he gave you a kiss on your cheek.

“Can we talk?” You asked. His eyebrows raised in immediate concern.

“Of- of course darling where shall we go?” You waved over and walked to the beach. You paced the shallow end. Water always calmed you. It always made you feel collected and at ease.

You heard Apollo gulp, “is something the matter my love?” You grimaced at the word love. You rubbed your hand on the back of your neck. You felt the words choking to come out. “Do you actually love me Apollo?”

He looked offended by the question and you felt your heart ache. “Am I the sun god? Of course I love you y/n! I love you so much my heart aches. Why do you ask such a thing did I do something wrong?”

You turned and gazed towards the water, “I know it may seem like I am confident in relationships. People always tell me ‘wow you’re so beautiful you must have a lot of people fawning over you’ but the truth is Apollo. You’re my first boyfriend. A god is my first boyfriend. It’s crazy isn’t it? And well I just know your history and you’re a god again and”-

Apollo grabbed you gently by your shoulders and pulled you into a hug. You felt yourself crying into him. He rubbed his hand on top of your head. He pulled you away and caressed your face. He wiped away your tears with his thumb. His blue eyes stared into your and you felt your worries melt away. “I promise you until the ends of this earth that I am yours and all yours. I will never look at any person the way I look at you darling.”

Your lip quivered, “really?”

He nodded and smiled, “you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried you’re stuck with me my love.”

You smiled. And threw your arms around his neck. He lifted you so effortlessly and your legs wrapped around his waist. “Gods I love you,” he whispered. He kissed you with so much want. It was everything and more. He was yours and you were his. The water behind you stirred as you two kissed. You felt it move as the kiss went longer. Your emotions had that affect on water. And you were feeling really in love in this moment. He peppered kisses on your neck, your cheeks even your forehead.

You pulled away and smiled, “I will say though if you ever hurt me I will get my brother on you.”

Apollo laughed and kissed your neck, “fully noted.”

You two continued to laugh and kiss feeling blissful.

[ofswordsandpens]

just finished episode 6…. truly don’t know how to feel about these changes. would love to know your thoughts bc i’m just kinda baffled by some changes tbh

Mixed feelings as always:

Percy's dream slapped. I loved Kronos's actor. It felt perfectly eery. No notes.

No percabeth late night convo on the truck. This doesn't surprise me given we sort of did that on the train already, but now there's just another iconic book moment that we'll get bits and pieces of, but never actually get to see in its entirety/original setting.

I did vibe with the glass prism tool for the iris message and it was pretty cool. The Percy + Annabeth argument was great but I'm gonna be honest, Luke being like "you're arguing like an old married couple" was laying it on a tad thick to me idk idk. I know I'll probably be in the minority there lol but I think it would have liked the line better if Percy and Annabeth got more embarrassed to his statement but they both reacted to it like :/ so it just felt heavy handed on the show runners part more than anything

Lotus Hotel vibes? Lackluster. Uninspired. It just didn't capture that outrageous paradise for kids feeling from the book because they turned it into Hermes' hangout so there's a whole bunch more adults than kids. Basically felt like if you took the movie's version and turned down the energy of it by a mile lmao. (Which is also ironic given RR's post about it today).

And of course the kids immediately know what's happening so like. No fun mystery. No Percy figuring it out. Just them being like "omg we need to be careful" and then immediately separating from Grover lmao.

Okay. LMM's Hermes.... it wasn't bad. Thankfully there was no singing. He was fine. It's more or less that turning the Lotus story line into a Hermes' storyline was like an "okay, I guess we're doing this" thing. I mean I guess we finally introduced something for the non-book reader's to pick up on that Luke might not have the best relationship with his dad (and consequently the gods). But like, nothing about this storyline is something that isn't introduced later on in the books. Nor was it better or more interesting than the original lotus storyline in the books.

Again, its the constant replacement of everything fun and silly and absurd in the book and turning it into a very serious moment, is just like, killing the energy. Seriousness is good. Silliness is also good. The book balanced it greatly. The show struggles here.

Glad we got a Pan mention tho!! Finally!

But um 4 pearls, so no dilemma about who to save. A part of me is relieved because the show's created like 3 other sacrifice convo scenarios so its gotten bit reductive, but Sally being a part of the equation is an entirely different dynamic and now that dilemma is theoretically gone. (unless he loses one of the pearls?)

And Percy's missed the deadline?? Right?? So like? I really don't know what we're doing anymore. In the book the deadline was pretty strict lol. Here I guess the deadline was like, a loose suggestion? Percy's walking into the middle of the god's battle field with master bolt in his hand? Idk.

Overall things in the show feel messy and way less cohesive. They seem to know that certain things from the book are important but not necessarily why, or they'll introduce events or plot points strangely late or way too early.