#Capture The Flag

[guardianspirits13]

HOW HAS NOBODY EVEN TOUCHED ON THE CHOREOGRAPHY???

The FIGHT SCENES????

Capture the Flag looks like a whole bunch of teenagers whaling on each other with swords, and it actually looks realistic??? Not like Marvel fight scenes where half of the action is just the camera spinning around, but those kids are putting in the WORK!

[demigod-riot]

So, since the campers at Camp Half-Blood are getting older (and surviving it) and therefore more powerful and experienced I imagine Chiron would eventually have to come up with two levels of Capture the Flag. One is for everyone and the other is for 16+ demigods who've survived and succesfully completed at least three quests.

Some newbie comes

Chiron: Time for capture the flag.

Someone: Which one?

Chiron: Normal one.

*several people groan including Clarisse and Annabeth*

(Another time)

Someone: Which one?

Chiron: *defeated sigh* Advanced.

*cheers all around*

Newbie: What does it mean?

Chiron: You will see, child. You can watch with the others.

Newbie: I'm not playing?

Chiron: Not this one.

Kid quickly understands why, because advanced Capture the Flag has the same rules - no killing or maiming - and yet is somehow a slaughter. If you can’t on a regular basis dodge or at least survive six arrows, a spear, a chariot and a small tsunami/hurricane at once while fighting someone with a sword, you have no business playing.

Bonus: "Advanced for the bold ones"

It was developed after Clarisse and Percy got in a fight about how powerful and strong the Seven really are.

The rules for that are:

No killing or maiming

A group of max seven demigods against the rest

[philokaliist]

'Angel'

Clarisse La Rue x Blind!Fem!Reader hc's

A/N:Requested by one of my friends and I absolutely LOVE the idea. If anyone made this before,credits to them.But anyways-let's start 💞

I feel like Clarisse would be all protective, guiding you through camp with this intense but sweet determination. "Watch out, coming through!" she'd say,and deff push others out of the way.

AHAHSHDH, she deff calls you 'angel','pretty girl' or some other cheesy name.

Clarisse, being a daughter of Ares, LOVES sparring and training, so she'd be so patient, helping you hone your combat skills. "Come on,pretty girl, show me what you got!" But she'd obviously still let you win because she doesn't want you to feel inferior.

Okay so I feel like she would surprise you with little tactile gifts,like a leather bracelet with engraved coordinates of memorable places in camp. "Feel it, angel,that's where we first met."

When someone underestimates you,Clarisse gets all protective and fierce. "You seriously think she can't handle herself?Just watch."

JSKDJD, imagine Clarisse guiding you through a crowd,subtly intimidating anyone who comes too close."Back off!She's with me."

She's not the most vocal about feelings, but she shows her love through actions, like always making sure you have a comfortable seat at the campfire. "Here, angel, sit next to me."

I feel like she would teach you the camp layout, describing everything vividly so you can navigate confidently-and easily. "Remember, pretty girl,the Armory is to your left, and the Arena is just ahead."

Clarisse LOVES when you ask questions about the camp scenery. "What does the sunset look like?" she'd describe it in vivid detail, making you feel the moment.

She's not one for cheesy romance, but I feel like Clarisse secretly enjoys stargazing with you, describing constellations in her own tough-girl way. "That's the Ares constellation, obviously."

Honestly she probably would surprise you with practical gifts too, like a custom-made dagger with a grip designed for your comfort. "Thought you might need your own weapon,pretty girl."

Clarisse would be fiercely loyal,always making sure you feel included in camp activities. "We're doing Capture the Flag tonight,angel.You're on my team."

I feel like she would have a soft spot for animals, especially guide dogs. "Even the hellhounds know better than to mess with angel's dog."

Clarisse might not say "I love you" outright, but she shows it in the little things, like brushing her girlfriend's hair gently. "You know,pretty girl, you've got the softest hair."

I feel like she would constantly reassure you that you're just as strong and capable as anyone else "Blindness ain't a setback,it's just a different way of navigating through the world."

I know Clarisse would be fiercely protective. No monster would dare mess with you, or they'd have to deal with the wrath of a daughter of Ares.

And during capture the flag,she'd go full on rage mode protecting you.That girl would go one woman army on the other campers.

A/N:That's all! Also good morning because I just woke up 🫶

[valewritessss]

I know for a fact that the campers get mad that Percy and Annabeth always team up for Capture the Flag because it leaves them with little chances of winning

[mollymock25]

Percy: Isn’t this a little early?

Annabeth: I don’t think so.

P: The Hunters are only coming for one game, in a month.

A: They only come once a year.

P: They’re busy.

A: and almost every year they kick our asses

P: Almost every year. You’ll destroy them this year, Wise Girl.

A: Thanks Seaweed Brain.

[a-rat-in-the-sewers]

When I went on vacation I was inspired to try watercolor by the beautiful landscape of the Appalachian Mountains, so I went home and painted a video game.

Real talk, I will never rawdog a new medium again. I went background to foreground so it's cool to see some improvement that way. The perspective is kind of wonky so please ignore that a little chat.

Live footage of me realizing just how different penciling and painting is:

2fort is also where I practice jarate. I'm pretty good at it now.

[bobauthorman]

If there's one thing we can count on in Red vs. Blue, it's that without a common enemy or flat-out lack of anything else to do, the Reds and Blues will default to a pair of bases in the middle of nowhere.

[satoshy12]

Oracle Percy

Percy was born with the power to make predictions the future.

So Percy just was doing whimsical things as he tells people things that happen in the future to tease them or just plain lie about their fate. The only one who gets always the truth is his Mother Sally, who used it to Win the Lotto. And similiar. His prophecies are the easiest, but once he is bored, he won't tell you the full truth or anything.

Or just plain lie about them to prank you.

Annabeth refuses to listen to Percy after losing 10 Capture the Flags and then learns she never was supposed to win and he just made a joke! The rest all know about it, and just wanted to see how long it would take her!!

[roach-in-a-box]

tftober day 14 - capture the flag. i didnt have time to draw again((

[kermitthesog]

The show is coming out in three days, so I'm just gonna put this out there. If they don't put one piece of dialogue, or one scene from the book, don't be that annoying guy that spoils the experience. So what? The story is there and the actors are amazing. Focus on this for now: What are some of the scenes you're excited for?

For me, it's definitely Capture the Flag and the Ares fight. These scenes in particular didn't happen in the movie and were my favorite parts. (Well they did capture the flag, but they didn't do the claiming, he just sort of knew?) Ares didn't even make an appearance in the first movie even though the story relied on it. I don't even know how they did it without him. But anyway, the fight was so special because Ares is a god, and Percy is a twelve year-old demigod who's basically still learning. I remember reading it and being in absolute awe.

As for the claiming, I remember it being really epic. I already knew he was a son of Poseidon, but the effect was still there. The way they knelt down to him, and how he was so confused and scared. AND THEY RELEASED A PICTURE OF IT!!! (x)

I'm personally so excited, and I will be happy even if they don't get it absolutely perfect. I know that it's going to be good either way.

[vixnarts]

Percabeth Smoochies during capture the flag. I remember I saw a piece where someone did Percy and Annabeth kissed during capture the flag.

Yes I redesigned these two because I wanted to and Percy Jackson will be Justin Timberlake-fied (what I mean is I imagine him sounding like Justin Timberlake) also no I didn’t design him looking like Walker.. my Percy is Latin American.

[secret-agent-of-bullshitery]

Nico: I’m going to dunk on you.

Will: Bring a ladder.

[zeveus]

Я просто эм да??? Недоделка, в скором времени выложу тут полноценку.

[my-brain-soup]

It's Christmas in July at the camp I work at, and the counselors have a bunch of colored Santa hats.

So I've decided that not only does camp half blood celebrate cristmas in July (along with a bunch of other summer versions of holidays like summerween) but instead of different colored helmets for capture the flag, they have blue and red Santa hats.

Merry Christmas in July, and Happy Festivus to all. (I will be airing my grievances later)

[alastor-simp-page]

The Soulmate Curse: Chapter 6

Hi! I'm back! A little nudge and here I am!

We get to see each relationship take a step towards you know...soulmates! There's a lot of physical/emotional hurt to go around this chapter so buckle up, folks!

I'm sorry but I really love Cherri x Vaggie. They're so cute together! I love their chemistry even if it'll never happen in the show. They look so damn good together!

Niffty is so feral for Lucifer this chapter its unbelievably. I know its a crack ship for the sake of my entertainment but I love it anyways!

I also got some Huskerdust in there! AHAHAHA! THEY'RE SO CUTE!

Read under here:

“What the hell is this piece of shit?” Cherri Bomb remarked as the Deadly Narwhals stared up at the monstrosity of a structure in the Raunchy Reindeers base. She squinted at it and put her hands on her hips, “I’m pretty sure this is illegal…the Hell zoning board is gonna have a field day if this stays up for too long.” 

Vaggie let out a laugh, “Well, I would think it's illegal even in the game but apparently not. Charlie would’ve said something…” The pair crouched in the tree line, vines swaying overhead. A glint was in Cherri Bomb’s eye. Vaggie gave her a nervous smile, “Well, we’ve got to come up with a plan–”

“Nah!” The pink haired demon effortlessly linked hands with Vaggie. The ex-angel’s eye went wide, and she stumbled after Cherri. “Let’s just go for it, Vaggie!” she chirped. 

“Cherri! Wait!” Vaggie eye went wide. Oh God, what the hell were they doing. Cherri seamlessly pulled a bomb out of her pocket. How did it even fit in there? “Hey, hey…uh, Cherri!” Vaggie tugged on her hand that seemed to fit so well in her own. “This doesn’t seem safe! Let’s go back.” She squeaked. Vaggie’s acute angel sense zoned in on a blur of black at the far side of the field. Actually, multiple blurs of black. DAMN IT! She jabbed a finger to the shadows across the field, staring at them, “Shit. Shit. Shit. Those are Alastor’s minions. Cherri, goddamn it, they’ll be here any minute!”

“Let them come…” Cherri said and then giggled, still holding onto Vaggie as they pranced across the field. Vaggie rolled her eyes. Cherri might actually be worse than Angel Dust. Just so irritating, spontaneous and just…Cherri. “Can you pick up the pace, Vag?” Cherri teased, turning her eye to the red faced Vaggie. The double doors were within sight, at least twenty steps away. And shit, the Alastor’s shadows were about forty steps away. 

Vaggie huffed, “We wouldn’t have to run if we had planned it out!” The shadows were thirty steps away. Shit. Shit. Shit. Cherri had been a delight until this point. “We’re not gonna make it, Cherri!” The door was so close. So close. But the shadows were much closer than either of them would like.

Oh God, did Charlie set ground rules about the shadows? Like of course, the no maiming rules. However, Alastor wasn’t exactly the best rule follower. Vaggie’s eyes darted to Cherri Bomb. They were running but they would never be fast enough. 

“Hold on!” Cherri Bomb shouted. With her other hand, she fumbled with a bomb. Vaggie’s hand was warm, warmer than usual against Cherri Bomb’s soft pink skin. Cherri flashed Vaggie a snide smirk of hers before she let the bomb soar. There was a Boom and then pink smoke coiled around them.

“Shit. Now we can’t see!” Vaggie sighed, trying to wave her hand through the thick curling smoke. A scream, Cherri’s scream rang out beside her. Vaggie was yanked forward, yelling as they tumbled. 

“FUCK! IT'S GOT ME!” Cherri Bomb yelled. A maniacal cackle rang out through the clearing. Those blasted shadow henchmen. Claw latched around her leg trying to pull her down to the ground. Digging hard, terribly hard, sharp teeth would be next if she didn’t do a damn thing.

“GET OFF!” Vaggie shouted to the relentless shadows. The pink smoke was not helping things at all. The little black beady eyes could be seen through the veil of smoke. She twisted her leg, shaking as hard as she could until she heard the devilish squeal, and the beast lost its grip.

Damn, Alastor. That little deer demon wanted her to suffer through this. Today was not the day she was going to be put in Capture the Flag jail. If the two were thrown in, then it would be the last straw for the Deadly Narwhals. Alastor stupid smile gleamed at her from the smoke, a shadow always watching. And that stupid patronizing radio voice. She swore she could hear his static crackling from the depths of the veil. Her hands clenched up, her grip tight on Cherri Bomb’s hand. 

Vaggie did the only thing she could do. She sucked in a breath. Time to woman up, Vaggie. Her single eye closed as she willed her blessing and her bane to reveal itself. The fluttery feathery things called angel wings unfurled from her back, delicate and fierce things forged by Heaven itself. 

The duo was surrounded by Alastor’s loathsome minions. A heavy pink smoke veiled the area thanks to Cherri. And a distressed Cherri Bomb clung to her hand. 

Vaggie turned ever so slightly, “Do you trust me?”

Cherri Bomb’s eye blinked in the pink and she said, “Uh…why?”

Vaggie rolled her eyes and smirked, “No time to explain. You’re gonna have to.” she hollered. “Hold on, buttercup,” Vaggie’s hands snaked around the pink demon’s waist. 

“Wait what? AAAHHHH FUCK WHAT IS HAPPENING!” Cherri Bomb yell turned into a scream as Vaggie’s wings propelled them upwards. Vaggie seamlessly tucked Cherri Bomb against her body, hands looped under the pinkish knees. One of Alastor’s shadow minions clung onto Cherri Bomb, grinning like a maniac. 

The wind whistled in her ear, a scream rivaling Cherri’s. Claws sunk deep into Vaggie’s shin, she hissed and her gaze dove down to the source. Somehow that little shadow fucker was holding on for dear life. Its teeth eerily reminded her of the Radio Demon’s: yellow, stark, and sharp. The shadow grinned at her. 

“Don’t you dare, you little creep,” Vaggie gritted out. She started kicking her leg, trying to shake the damned thing off. It was tenacious, digging in even deeper. 

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck….” Cherri Bomb kept whispering into Vaggie’s shoulder.  For a moment, a mere moment, she could acutely feel the woman’s body against her own. Warmth. A body fitting just right in her arms…a puzzle piece needing to complete her. Fuck. Vaggie shook her head. Thinking like that would get her nowhere. 

But she was so warm. 

Something warm, slick trickled down her shin. Something she knew well. A feeling on her grey skin that was a lover’s phantom touch. Her gaze drifted downwards. Pain shot up her leg, little needle pricks of teeth burrowed in her skin. She screamed. So much for the “no maiming”. It was still grinning despite having its teeth inches deep into her leg, gold blood dribbling down her leg. 

In the red blur, a pink hand reached out, tearing the shadow minion from her leg. Vaggie screeched, her knees buckling. She wouldn’t be able to fly for much longer. The little beast squirmed in the grip of the pink hand and another hand shoved a beautiful pink bomb down its gullet. Her eyes drifted to the woman in her arms, eye narrowed in pure fury, a vicious smirk on her face. “Eat my dick, fuckhead,” Cherri Bomb hissed.

Vaggie smiled. And red streaked across her vision. She gasped. Shit. The wound was gaping, spilling forth with her blood. The red sky was raining gold and this joke of an angel was cradling an explosive obsessed demon. How strange. “Vaggie…”

“I want to kiss you.”

Two figures stood in the large abomination deer castle as Lucifer would like to call it. His fingers were thumbing through the drawers of some random bedroom in search of the Flag. Lucifer blinked once then twice. The voice had come from above. His eyes slowly drifted up until he saw one large orange cyclops eye ogling him from over the brim of his hat. “GAHHHH!” he screeched. In one swift motion, he ripped his hat off his hat and threw it like a frisbee across the oddly vintage room. “What did you just say to me???” he stumbled over his words.

Niffty still clung to the hat, cradling it and she stared up at it. “Ooooh…” she giggled. Her eyes flicking up and down his figure. Lucifer gulped. The gaze was quite similar to the first time he approached Eve with a glistening apple in his palm. It seemed he was the apple to this crazed maid, unfortunately. The King ran his fingers through his blonde hair nervously. “I wonder what it's like to fist my fingers in those blonde locks of yours, my bad boy…” she simpered, clutching her mighty hand into a fist.

Lucifer squeaked, “Eep.” He hopped on a plush chair as she crept towards him on all fours. “Uhhhh, Niffty, we’re trying to win.” Lucifer pointed a shaky finger towards the window. “Sir Quackelewaddledon is awaiting our signal. He’s plundering the other bases and we…well, we got to prepare.”

[batfam-fanfics]

You Are Dead by Calypso_Rambles

1 Chapter - 1297 words

Jason just really, really, really wants to shoot Tim.

Tonight, he does.