please more from all three of you

Bts reaction to you being bratty


“Are you really being bratty right now? Baby girl, don’t test Daddy’s patience. You don’t want not be able to walk for a week again, do you?

Originally posted by jjilljj


“Are you doing this again? Cupcake you know where being bratty gets you everytime, right?” leans to whisper in your ear “In my bed, on your knees.”

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves


“Say one more word and daddy will gag that little bratty mouth of yours.”

Originally posted by bangtan-tan


Becomes bratty too. “”Y/N, please baby, stop being bratty. I don’t want to have to punish you later and teach you have to behave again.”


“I give you exactly three seconds to change from bratty to my kitten before Daddy snaps. You don’t want me to snap. Good girl.”

Originally posted by suishii78


“Y/N stop. Right now. Now! That’s it. On the bed. On all fours. Now!”

Originally posted by baekyeolkaisoogirl


“You little brat. You want to scream and shout? Fine. I’ll make you scream. You know I love it when you scream and shout…my name.”

Originally posted by theholyshiteu



We’re back! The countdown has already begun and we’re finally at the 2 month mark until the start of our event! We are pleased to announce the prompts list for NSFW Victuuri Week 2017!!

Day One: Exploration

Day Two: Clothes

Day Three: Roleplay

Day Four: Free Day

Day Five: Toys

Day Six: BDSM

Day Seven: Positions

Please read our General FAQ, Prompts FAQ, and GUIDELINES for further details. If you still have any questions not answered in these resources, check if we’ve already answered a similar question (answered asks) and, if not, please feel free to send us an Ask !

Prompts can also be found on our Prompts page as well as our Mobile-friendly Prompts page.

The event will be held from July 10th-16th. 

We look forward to exploring the more adult side of Victuuri along with all of you!

Can we talk about Finn for a minute? I keep reading that Finn gets described as “flat” or “boring” by some in the Star Wars fandom. Obviously everyone’s entitled to their opinion. But I’ll tell you, from my perspective? He’s one of the most unique, charismatic Star Wars characters out there. 

1. Finn humanized stormtroopers. Made us experience panic and terror at the terrible choices they have to make. Stormtroopers, who were practically a joke in the other movies - white plastic statutes that existed just to get shot and clatter into a pile.

2. Finn’s flight with Poe Dameron is an explosion of emotion. That scene blew me away. Both of them had so much fun with it, and you can see Finn feel the real impact of having a name, rather than being a number. 

3. Finn is profoundly empathetic and protective. Hell, I swear he cares about BB8 when he has to describe the plane crash, and Poe’s “death”, to the droid. 

4. Finn shows tremendous range in this movie. Traumatized (stormtrooper battle), jocular (”you got a boyfriend?”), joyous (”that’s one hell of a pilot”), wistful (”Take care of yourself. Please.”), angry (ligthsaber battle), I could go on. I like Luke Skywalker as much as the next fan, but I think Finn shows more range in this one film than Luke did in all three. 

5. Finn’s story arc is powerful, subversive, and inspiring. Going from a number to a name. Finding a family after being taken from his home as a child. Turning his back on the First Order and then realizing he needs to go further, and embrace the cause of the Resistance.

6. Finn’s relationship with Rey. I’m gonna get choked up about this, so I’ll just say John Boyega is an amazing actor, and I loved every scene he had with Daisy Ridley. 

Anyway that’s my fangirling contribution. To me, Finn’s amazing. 

Gif courtesy of @kit-harington

holster will at some point propose to ransom in the form of a well choreographed flash mob

and the proposal will go flawlessly

but in the weeks beforehand…

  • Holster: Okay Jack, you’re only available next Thursday for practice, so I need you to learn the whole ten minute choreography before that and be ready to execute it flawlessly.
  • (Jack learns it. The execution is another matter.)
  • On one hand Bitty tries to get Holster to put Beyoncé’s Put a Ring on It on the playlist, on the other hand, Jack has expressly forbidden him to use any Beyoncé songs because he has dibs for future proposals. 
  • The playlist is mostly showtunes, but there are too many to chose from. He had to go from twenty to three, because they may all be hockey players, they don’t have the stamina to pull off a whole musical.
  • Lardo: Maybe make sure Rans knows the songs, too?
  • ‘Okay guys, nice practice, but I need to give constructive criticism’
  • ‘Dex, it’s left, left, sashay, not stomp the ground like you’re trying to kill the thousand cockroaches with your feet.
  • ‘Chowder, less jumping, more swaying please.
  • ‘Nurse, you had it for three seconds and then you tripped. Try not to do that. The tripping part. 
  • ‘Bitty, I need you to be less sexy, or Ransom will end up marrying you instead of me. We don’t want that.
  • ‘Jack, please move more than your shoulders. Please. I’m begging.
  • ‘Lardo and Shits, if you guys don’t stop goofing off I’m removing you from second line!
  • ‘Tadpoles, I need you to learn the second line moves in case I need you to fill in for those idiots.
  • Jack: You know, Ransom likes Tater, I can get him to be there?
  • Holster: ‘Zimmermann, what part of I want Ransom to marry ME didn’t you understand?’
  • Tango: ‘Have you thought of asking the Haus ghosts to participate?’
  • Holster: …
  • Holster: ANYWAY, as I was saying, it was left, left, sashay- BITS stop with those hips damnit- JACK COME BACK- BRING HIM BACK- DAMNIT YOU’RE ONLY HERE FOR THE AFTERNOON-

The proposal went flawlessly. 

Oh Sehun//For Her

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Summary: The first words you’ll hear your soulmate say are tattooed onto your skin from birth. You hear the words, but in the worst possible situation - he’s in love with your close friend. 
Scenario: Soulmate AU, angst, fluff
Word Count: 5,746

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Don’t be a turd. Tag your Mass Effect: Andromeda spoilers.

All right, it’s time for me to be a grumblebee! 

The early access for ME:A starts on March 16, which means Tumblr is going to be flooded with gifs, squeeing, updates, new characters, and spoilers. I don’t want to harsh on anyone’s enjoyment of the new game, but please be considerate as you play, whether you get early access or not! 

Not everyone will get to play right away, and not everyone plays at the same pace. Tagging your posts and putting major spoilers under a cut/read more will go a long way toward helping everyone enjoy the game! 

Just tagging something as “spoilers” isn’t effective. Something like “mass effect: andromeda spoilers” is much more useful! For reference, here’s my blacklist in XKit: 

I’ll be adding more as they crop up, but please, please, please be considerate of everyone else in the fandom, and tag your posts! No one likes being unwillingly spoiled, so please help everyone experience the game first-hand! 

Thank you all, and may we all get through this last week intact and ready to smooch the love interest(s) of our choice! <3

“um, this is alpha...”

Hey there! If you see me reblogging something that you don’t view as being 100% maxis match on this blog, please refrain from angrily tweeting at me!

I don’t use 99% of the CC I end up reblogging anymore. This is more of a resource for you than for me. Sometimes I’ll find a wedding dress that isn’t exactly mm, but I’ll reblog it anyway since I know that people are constantly looking for stuff like that.

I work pretty hard to maintain three blogs all while uploading daily on my YouTube channel and the last thing I need is to have people criticizing the custom content I’m finding for them. When I’m getting legitimate hate over something as silly as whether or not a dress or a pair of shoes are maxis match it makes me question why I even bother to keep up a blog like this.

Anyway, I hope you all have a lovely day.

Kayla @lilsimsie


4/2 Interview with Yuzuru and Shoma after the Worlds gala. Translated by @cantilovertranslations

Y = Yuzuru, S = Shoma, I = Interviewers

I1: Congratulations!!

Y and S: Thank you!

I1: Hanyu-senshu. Your free was unbelievable.

Y: Thank you.

I1: After getting 5th in the short, how did you get over it and have a strong mentality for the free (literal translation: how did you switch your feelings)??

Y: I actually did not prepare myself mentally (literal translation: I did not switch my feelings), and it was my fans’ voices and the voices of support from my team that motivated me.

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dan and phil on the 'creating a community' panel at playlist live 2017: a summary



could they literally be sitting any closer together i think not

dan asks the crowd how they are

dan and phil are the only ones that have spoken so far why is everyone else rude

phil again shifts closer to dan

julien and phil bonded over hamsters backstage

dan and phil are by far the most charismatic why is everyone else so sad

– the lag is fucking ridiculous i’m so sorry if i miss anything –

– the stream has broken –

– the stream is EVENTUALLY back –

dan says the cat whiskers are really bad for pores

phil is speaking about people making friends because of his and dan’s videos and fandoms are a reason for people being artistic

“i was a sad lonely teenager” - dan

dan calls phil out on being in the buffy fandom when he was younger

dans crossy legs i love it

i can’t get over his shirt it’s beautiful

and phil’s bomber jacket suits him so well i’m gonna cry

dan is so engaged in this panel he’s so intently listening to everyone else

“shoutout to the mums” dan says with a wink, “… and the dads”

“that is a good cube” - dan

dan snorts at the host calling creators ‘talent’

“you have responsibility now” dan says as a fan catches the microphone

“wow cool!” dan says as a fan reveals they’re from new zealand

phil says julien and jenna’s hamster looks like an anime hamster (“we all wish we were as beautiful as that hamster, it’s so perfect” - dan)

wow tom roasts phil for being on youtube for so long

when tom passed phil in subscribers in like 2008 he posted on phil’s channel saying 'suck it phil’ (“that’s why i avoided you for three years… kidding” - phil)

phil speaking about people being inspired by his videos is so cute i love him

dan and phil do sound effects as the cube microphone is thrown

– more lag ugh playlist please sort out your shitty wifi i have people depending on me to summarise

dan and phil lean in close to one another to talk as the microphone is thrown

fan: well for dan we all know what inspired him (dan doesn’t argue but does 'that’ face) but phil is there a moment or something that inspired you??

– i’ve switched to a periscope because the main stream kept freezing i’m sorry i’ve missed phil’s answer :( –

dan is doing a lil foot wiggle

this periscope isn’t lagging half as bad tho thanks to the streamer

dan takes the piss out of the sponsor

dan is speaking about the bristol book signing and an emotional mum and the impact his and phil’s videos had on her kids after a shitty year and it’s really stuck with him when he doubts the quality of his content i’m nearly crying he’s so humble

phil fixes his fringe


dan’s reaction to the bird is priceless

the host says sad mum is back in bird form…..

dan is embarrassed i think lmao

a bird has met my faves before me like the bird doesn’t even want to fucking be there

dan waved to the bird he’s so cute

dan keeps looking into the audience as people laugh

this panel is so nice and wholesome i love it

the host asked dan if he wanted to throw the microphone and he said “haha no”

dan waves to the fan with the microphone

dan says kanye would be a terrible present (“he’d be terrible and i’m a kanye fan”)

dan is sad that the sad mum was the best part of his career and it’s now a meme

phil calls himself a nerd

dan and tom discuss oldschool tumblr

dan’s favourite colour is black - “is that a colour or just the absence of colour?”

the cube mic has gone

phil likes “a greeny blue” or green and blue i can’t tell which he said

phil is still just smiling

dan is laughing at something

phil prefers twitter for communicating over all other social media

it’s gradually ending

“believe in yourselves, stay hydrated” - dan

they thank everyone for coming out

dan waves goodbye

the lights are out

it’s over :(

“You each get your own private room.”

You fools. You think this will stop me, a fanfic writer, from writing those OTP moments? The gay is only beginning, my friends.

Please consider:

- “I had to jump three balconies and crawl up two flights to see you”

- “I’m stuck in the stairwell to your room because there’s another couple making out and they’ll spot me”

- “our rooms are right next to each other but we still text all the time”

- “you live down the hall from me and it’s only now that I’m realizing that you have the cutest pajamas ever”

- “you play shitty music at 3 in the morning and I’m not afraid to kill you”

- “you’ve been reading those notes out loud for the past four hours and I’m just listening in because I’m learning more from you than I did the entire two weeks of lessons”

- “dude you’ve been playing sad music for the past three days are you okay”

- “I’m the stress baker and you’re the stress eater and we’re always stressed so we end up become best friends”

- “I tried to do laundry for the first time ever and it looked easy but now there’s soap everywhere and all my white clothes are pink will you stop laughing and help me please”

- “we’re study partners before we moved into the dorms so we don’t change anything but we do find out that everyone else thinks we’re dating so they end up leaving us alone to study how convenient”

- “someone keeps stealing my favorite socks and when I find out who I’m going to strangle them with their shoelaces”

- “someone through the gaudiest pair of shoes up on the roof who in their right mind would wear those - oh they’re YOUR shoes?”

- “I ran out of hygiene supplies so I’m borrowing yours but I keep forgetting to buy more so we always share but I end up liking you a lot so I always say I ‘forgot to buy more’ and I think you’ve caught on but you’re not saying anything”

- “I have twelve tons of homework I kept putting off but you’ve had yours done for weeks but you won’t let me copy so I have to sneak into your room for the answers and wow you really love weird socks”

- “you keep burning candles and the smell keeps drifting over to me and I’d usually be fine with that but you have a terrible taste in candles”

Guys this is our chance for every single “dorm room shenanigans” thing EVER

Sherlock: The Impossible Rooms

The way rooms have been depicted in S3 and S4 emphasis the often dreamlike quality of the episodes. Here are some examples.

The camera is moving away from Sherlock while he is destroying the coffin, moving through the chimney, the grille, zooming away from the angry man, higher and higher into a bird’s-eye view of the fortress and the whole island.

Later we get a variation of this perspective, showing us Sherlock from above in a very similar room that is furnished with a very similar grille and very similar chimney, leaving in air and moonlight. 

Shortly after, the room is revealed as fake, up to the chimney with the grille. 

Why show us a fake room that is so very similar to the “real” one in Sherrinford?Why re-create a Sherrinford room in a container in front of Sherlock’s childhood home? Why reconstruct the room at all if not to insinuate that we - just as Sherlock - cannot trust our eyes or minds? 

But there is more. Here you see three types of walls which are all similar: the padded cell from HLV, Eurus’s cell, and the well in which John is trapped. Walls made of vertical slabs, leaving in light through slits or from above (moonlight in the well). 

And as if this was not enough, there is this (please note the similar colour schemes):

Both are cells in which to keep patients who are mentally ill - one Victorian-style padded cell with a chained Moriarty (as befits a someone who loves to create Victorian scenarios in his head), the other one a cool, high-tech version of a cell (where its inmate also meets a cool, styled unchained Moriarty). I am quite convinced that both rooms only exist in Sherlock’s head (this is why their looks and function are so similar). As does the well. And everything we see in TFP. 

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A Lion’s Pride - Sebastian Stan x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by jugheadcami

Originally posted by hard-on-for-hiddleston

A/N - So i’m gonna be using the same family if you like from I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa. So the usual Reader, Seb and Izzy.

Sebastian is really not happy when he see’s Tom trying to make a play at his wife. Little does he know it’s not like that at all. Major smut fest ensures.

Jealous Seb x Reader

Warnings: Smutty smut smut.

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anonymous asked:

Kim falls asleep on Trini. Trini is a useless gay and afraid to move lest she wake up Kim. Ensue the teasing from the boys.

Combining this with:

One of them fell asleep in the pit so they get a rude (or sweet) wake up call (via anonymous)

“There’s no way that you’re comfortable right now.” 

“I’m comfortable.”

“You sure?” 


“Because you don’t really look all that comfortable.”

“I’m comfortable.”

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| Trapped | Peter Parker

[permanent + peter parker tag] : @momosakaki-san

You laughed.

“Shut up.”

This only made you laugh harder.

Peter narrowed his eyes at you, the brow above his left eye twitching in irritation. You tilted your head at him in mock innocence.

“You okay, Spidey? You seem to be a little…tied up.


“It might even be a-”

“I swear to God-”

“-sticky situation.”

He rolled his eyes at you from his position on the ceiling, shifting again in his bonds. Somehow he had managed to trap himself up there, webs racing across his skin and leaving him defenseless to your ridicule, gluing him to the roof. Gravity brought his chestnut locks dangling from his head, his wrists stuck to his sides and leaving him unable to free himself.

“How did you even get there?” You rose an eyebrow. “Actually a better question: how did you get caught in your own webs?”

“That is a question to be answered for another day,” he deadpanned at you. “Now would you so kindly get me down.”

“I don’t know…” you hummed, lip twitching upwards as you tapped the side of your chin. “I didn’t hear a ‘please’ in that sentence.”

Peter groaned.

“I’m waiting,” You grinned.

“Y/N,” Peter literally whined. His cheeks tinted pink as you simply put your hands on your hips before covering your mouth in a deliberate yawn.

“I’m not getting any younger over here,” you mused. “In fact I think I might just head on home. There’s a special on Netflix…”

Peter said something so quiet it was only a mumble.

“Hmm..?” You puckered your lips.

“….please,” He muttered again. You had to restrain an unladylike snort.

“What? S-sorry, I can’t hear you?” You frowned, cupping your ear.

“Please,” he repeated, louder this time.

“One more?”

“I will throw you out the window.”

“Alright, alright!” You chuckled, grabbing a pair of scissors from the dresser. “If only because I’m afraid of all that blood rushing to your head if you stay upside down any longer.”

He puffed his cheeks out at you as you climbed up onto the table, glad the roof was low enough for you to reach. 

“Okay I’m going to cut you loose on the count of three,” You gave him notice. “One-”


A loud crashing noise.

“You said three!” Peter moaned frustratedly from the ground, trying to get his bearings.

“I know,” you said smugly. 

Peter frowned before a mischievous light sprung in his chocolate eyes, an expression you were familiar with. One that meant trouble.

“Uh, Pete-”

Before you could properly get his name out, the world was spinning and there was a smirking mutant on top you, his eyes lit with deviance and a smile promising trickery.

You squeaked and tried to push him off but found that you no longer had jurisdiction of your hands, your wrists tied together with the same bondage he had been in a few moments ago and stuck to the floor above your head.

When had he even-???

You squawked indignantly in disbelief.


His lips split in a boyish smile, revealing pearly whites. 

“You seem to be in a sticky situation, Y/N,” He contemplated. A flush traveled up your neck and flooded your cheeks as he smirked. 

“And I don’t think I’ll let you go,” His lips brushed your jaw as one of his knees pressed between your legs. “Until I hear you say please.”


Southside Sweetheart

Jughead x Reader

Request: can you do a jug x reader where she’s from the south side and her whole family and friend group is super sketchy and involved with the serpents, and so she’s on betty and and jug’s suspect list? anyways so when he meets her he finds out she’s a literal sweetheart and he falls for her? thanks love

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2,273

A/N: In case you need something to read before tonight’s episode cause things are about to get FUCKED. I also changed it a little, hope that’s okay!


A freshman kiss, never talked about. Ignored and pushed away.

A gang, a mother’s arrest. My mother’s arrest, for a fight in a bar.

Me, left for a year on my own, trying to figure everything out.

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Have you really forgiven? Others? Yourself?

Can you truly look at the mirror and say I have forgiven myself?

For the past years we hear and listen to people talking about how excited they are because Ramadhan is coming or that we find people busying themselves with preparations for the coming of the blessed month of Ramadhan.

Sometimes we question our own self, how come they feel so much genuine sincerity and happiness about it?

Have you ever felt that moment where you are excited but your heart is not fully, let’s just say, prepared? Half full, half empty emotion?

It’s because you may have done so in forgiving others, asking forgiveness from other you may have wronged but you forgot something very crucial in this journey, yourself.

We forget that we have hurt ourselves so much for the past months until Ramadhan comes. We forget that we have hurt our souls so much for not praying consistently until Ramadhan comes. We forget that we have neglected our obligations as Muslims until Ramadhan comes.

Often times, we preach to other people about forgiveness, taqwa and what such yet we forget to preach to our ownself- until Ramadhan comes along.

Do you know that you are a chosen one? Yes you were from the beginning because you are a Muslim but do you know that Allah chooses you again and again? - every year He chooses you to reach Ramadhan so you can redeem yourself, why? because Allah wants to see you in Jannah.

If you are thinking that you are the worst person because of whatever you have done in your life, then know that Ramadhan is a door for which Allah makes you enter so you can repent from all of these sins that you have done and give you a hope and opportunity to ask from Him, from His Love, from His Mercy and from His Guidance. 

Forgive yourself. You may think you are the worst person right now but for Allah with every call of yours He answers you back three more times. And know that you coming back to Allah makes Him so happy and pleased more than a mother who is reunited to her long lost child. 

So learn to forgive yourself, clean your soul by forgiving before you enter Ramadhan.

My dear, it is only when you do so will you feel the sweetness and understand the true essence of saying “Ahlan wa Sahlan ya Ramadhan! Welcome O Ramadhan!”.

Make it count. Repent sincerely.

Make your way back to Allah.

He is waiting for your call and He prepared an answer that has in it more than what you will ask of Him. 

O how Merciful is Ar Rahim! O how Generous is Al Kareem! Allahu’akbar!

We ask Allah to enable us to reach Ramadhan with a purified and cleansed heart and soul. Allahumma balighna Ramadhan!



Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.1

                                              Part O N E 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: ah, the first part of my very first series!! I hope you all enjoy and please do reblog a ton so more people can enjoy it! Thank you all for the support and I truly hope you enjoy xx OH also!! depending on how many notes this first part gets, ill resume this series steadily

Parts: onetwo, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nineten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                              I M A G I N E 

LONDON, 13:05 P.M.

“Are you sure this is really okay, Ashton?” You mumbled, uncertainty playing at your voice as you tightly held the latch of your luggage. Your cousin, Ashton Irwin, looked back at you, giving you a smirk before he kept looking forward. 

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Take the Lead

// Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead // Worth the Pain // Wings of Butterflies

You stared at each other for an eternity, you on the bed and Harry standing a million miles away. Somehow you ended up toe-to-toe with him, Harry towering over you. And your hands rested on his chest, while his slowly fell to rest on your bum. No words were exchanged, only the fire between your eyes.

You could feel him pulling you nearer, and you weren’t imagining the way he lowered his head to meet your gaze. But when you made the move to press your lips to his, lifting up on your tiptoes to close the minimal distance, he stiffened. The kiss hardly lasted a second before he pulled away, bringing a hand to cover his mouth as he stepped out of your hold.

“Should go,” he mumbled, looking around for his boots.

“Did I–?” You felt self-conscious, uncomfortable even. Just moments ago you thought he was going to fuck you into next year, but now he wouldn’t even let you kiss him?

“Isn’t Tommy on his way over?” Harry yanked one boot on after the other before snatching his keys and phone off your dresser, shoving them in his pockets.

“He and Michael are taking me for dinner…” Your voice was quiet. Harry was acting strange, his haste to leave almost hurtful. “Why don’t you join us? Said summat about gettin’ a curry, and I know how you love a curry, Haz.” You tried to smile, attempting to break the awkward tension Harry was creating, but the incredulous look he gave you signaled you’d not said the right thing.

“I’ve just heard you promise yeh brother that you’d stay away from me, Bubbles. What’d’ya think’s gon’ happen when he turns up and I’m here?”

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Children of The Gods Ch.1 - Demigod AU [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: Here it is! The first chapter to my new series! I really am looking forward to what his series has to offer because I love Greek Mythology! I really hope you all like this and I appreciate any feedback you guys have! Love you all! Enjoy <33

Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4

Tagging: @memento-scribet @cherryignacio @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @annoyed-kitten11 @4evahevah @crazyfangirl1810 @aworldwideapart @shortycraft13

*If you enjoyed this and would like to be tagged, shoot me a message or comment


Greek Gods. Stories of myth and legend. Almighty, immortal beings that serve as judges to the world as we know it. Could begin and start a life at the snap of a finger. Because of their immense power they try and keep from interactions with mortal humans. Yes they try, but what happens when they do not succeed? What happens if one grows affectionate with a human? What happens if they have children?

Questions all too known to humans who believe in these Gods and Goddesses. But questions all too answered for their offspring. Demigods inhabit this Earth, part God part human, half bloods. Relics to some and freaks to others.

Wandering prey if they’re unaware of their heritage, prey to those who despise the Gods and the reign they have had for eons. Unable to get to the Gods themselves, these villains target the offspring. The mortal offspring.

That is why the creation of the ‘Camp of the Gods’ was created. A safe place for demigods and goddesses. A place for them to grow, to accept their abilities and heritage.

The camp is hidden, tucked away in a forest away from civilization. The only people who know about it are the League and demigods and goddesses who have trained there. The League is a group of trained demigods and goddesses who save endangered half bloods. They bring them to the camp before villains can harm them. This is where demigods learn to harness and control their abilities.

It’s where you live. You’ve been at the camp since you were 12. Having lost her to one of those monsters, you were left on your own. In your mother’s final moments she told you who you are. Who your father is. Saying you must find a case hidden within your home and run away. That’s when the hunting began. However the League came to your rescue.

When they saved you, you were brought back to the camp. Where your father claimed you during the claiming ceremony. A claim that stunned every member of the league and every demigod in the camp.

You are the Princess to the Gods, the Daughter of Zeus.

As of today, you have become one of the strongest demigods, strong enough to become a part of the league. However, you had different intentions. The camp had become your home, the only home you’ve known for 7 years. Leading to your decision to stay and protect it in case any harm were to come to its defenses. Having both training from being on your own and training from the camp, there was no one better suited.

The camp is safe. It’s where untrained demigods and goddesses belong.

…However. Not everyone believes that.

Jason was not entirely fond of Bruce making him move to this camp. Him and the Outlaws could handle themselves, the last advice he took from Bruce led to proving Jason’s mortality. It was through the power of his mother, Athena, that brought him back. After that he vowed to take care of himself from then on.

Though, on their last mission to take down a villain target, there was a mishap that almost led to them and the half blood they were saving losing their lives, putting a target on their backs in the process. After that close call, the League demanded they all move to the camp. Where they would be safe and things could calm down. Villains often would draw targets but forget about them within a good few months. Finding new prey to stalk.

Kori and Roy were rather excited to be coming to the camp. They always wanted to know more about their immortal parents and even form some sort of relationship with them.

They eagerly stood outside the magic barrier that camouflages the camp. Jason standing there annoyed with his arms crossed. Bruce came up next to the three, “Are you ready?” Kori and Roy grinned while Jason simply huffed before Bruce led the way. They were in awe as the camp revealed itself once passing the barrier.

They approached the gate, being greeted by the sound of metal clanging and bows strings stretching, the yelling and talking of half bloods. Jason winced at the sight, this is NOT what he wanted. “Welcome to the Camp of the Gods” Bruce observed the three.

He watched as their eyes scanned over the place. His falling on three members coming their way. Noticing Dick, the first demigod he saved. “New Recruits, and Bruce what a surprise.” Dick greeted cheerily. Jason’s scowl only grew, great now he has to deal with the golden boy too? Dick’s eyes fell on Jason, “Jason, I see you’re finally joining the camp.”

“Yeah, well, not of my own volition” he bit back. However, Dick is used to Jason’s short temper, he knows Jason’s reluctance will pass with time.

“Anyway, who have you brought with you?” His attention turned to the two others. “I’m Roy and this is Kori.” Roy introduced the both of them. “A pleasure to meet you both. I’m Richard, or Dick as I prefer. Son of Apollo.”

Next the redhead beside him spoke up, “I’m Wally, Son of Hermes” pointing to himself.

The last one to speak was the girl on the other side of them both, “I’m M’gann, Daughter of Persephone. We’re kind of your welcoming committee. We will be showing you the camp and answering any questions you might have.” She smiled kindly at the three.

“I will leave you three in their hands. I have to get back to work.” Bruce said before turning and exiting the camp.

“If you three will follow us we can start the tour of the camp” M’gann smiled while gesturing for them to follow. Roy, Kori, and Jason did so, listening to the information they were being given. Being shown the dining hall, cabins, stables, camp borders, armory, and finally the training grounds.

When approaching the training grounds they noticed a group formed and the sound of swords clashing. Coming upon the scene they saw two people sparring. Continuously lunging and blocking the other’s attacks. It was graceful, like a sort of forbidden dance. Both swordsmen, or swordsman and swords-woman, were highly skilled. Proving how fighting is an art form, not brute strength.

Jason especially noticed the abilities and gracefulness of the demigoddess. He was infatuated by the way you moved; tactically yet instinctively. Noticing how you could see three moves ahead of your opponent. [H/c] hair tied back as your [e/c] stayed locked on your opponent, gaze never faltering for a second. The opponent a taller, tan, male with blonde hair and green eyes. He looked strong and moved just as tactically but it didn’t look as though it came as naturally for him.

“Who is that?” Jason asked looking over at Dick, catching the attention of the others. “The man is Kaldur’ahm, Son of Poseidon. Prince of the Sea some have come to call him. He’s one of the strongest warriors in this camp. The woman, [F/n] [L/n], Daughter of Zeus. Princess of the Gods. The strongest demigoddess and warrior in the camp. Both highly skilled and highly fatal.” Dick explained, eyes not leaving the match. Jason nodded before directing his attention back to the fight.

Before Jason could analyze their movements any further, it all came to an abrupt halt. You had a boot on Kaldur’ahm’s chest, sword pulled up over your shoulder in a striking position. Both panting before a grin broke out on your lips. “I win” you muttered before pulling back offering a hand to him. “Still the most skilled warrior in the camp.” He stated calmly.

“That was amazing!” one of the younger demigods smiled, who stood just in front of the newcomers. Your eyes fell on them all. “So you’re the new recruits” calling to them. Waving them over, “Front and center” tapping the ground with your sword. The three came and stood where you tapped. Swinging the sword to rest it on your shoulder while turning to look at them. Standing there you looked them over, getting a feel for their physical type.

“Well as the formal protector of this camp, Welcome. As I’m sure M’gann, Dick, and Wally told you I’m [F/n] [L/n] and this is Kaldur’ahm. We both are here if you have any questions on your abilities or the camp itself. However from what Bruce and the rest of the League told me, you all have quite a handle on your abilities, and outside experience. So I ask you to behave yourselves and act as role models for the younger demigods and goddesses here because they WILL look up to you. As long as you all follow the rules and keep that in mind, we’re more than happy to have you here. And one last thing, this is a home. We are all family here, please, treat it as such.” Looking over the three, you saw the eagerness in two but the third was wearing an aura of skepticism.

You walked over to Jason, “Trust me this place isn’t as you feel it is. Give it a chance, give us a chance before you cast your verdict. What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.” laughing while placing the sword hilt in his hands. Backing away you looked at them all, “As much as I’d like to stay, I have other things to attend to. I will see you all at the claiming ceremony.” Announcing before smiling at them all and nodding before making your leave.

“Claiming ceremony?” Kori asked looking at their three tour guides. Wally was the first to speak up. “It’s where your parent will claim you as their child, proving your heritage as a demigod and who your parent is. Then the camp will act and train you accordingly.” he explained. Them all nodding in understanding.

“Anyway there is a lot more camp to show you and people for you to meet before the ceremony. Let’s continue” Dick smiled before M’gann nodded and began to lead the way once more.

Though Jason was distracted by the words you spoke to him while analyzing the sword in his hands. The words ringing in his head ‘What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.’ How could he relax? Half of him kept reminding how he’s in a strange, unknown place, surrounded by other demigods. Though the other side of him wanted to train and take the chance to do as told. To trust.

Right Here

I cried writing this. Listen to this song while reading. 

Gray clouds littered the sky, making you even more sad. It had been three days since Stefan’s death. Everyone one was still grieving, however they kept their distance from his grave. That was perfect for you because you couldn’t keep yourself together if you saw anyone.

Dead, brown leaves mushed under your shoes, your feet sinking into the earth slightly. You stopped a few feet away from it; Stefan’s grave. Okay, God. You can wake me up now. This is a dream… please let it be a dream. 

You stood in front of the gray headstone, eyes stinging as you tried to hold it all in. “Oh, Stefan.” You whimpered, sinking to your knees. Flowers were laid on the soil, you picked up a few, looking between the plants and the stone. 

Never in your long life had you felt such pain. Sorrow ripped through you, making you gasp for air you didn’t need. “Stefan.”

Your finger tips grazed his name that was carved into the cold stone. “Stefan! You big fucking idiot!” You cried, voice cracking in agony. “You stupid, beautiful idiot. How could you? Why the hell would you save Damon? Why the hell would you leave me? You said you’d never leave me. You said you’d be there forever.” You choked on your tears, gagging as you rested your hands in the dirt. “What happened to forever? What happened to us us seeing the world together? Who am I gonna get drunk with in Greece? Who’s gonna lie with me and listen to Aerosmith? I c-can’t do this. S-Stefan, I need you. I need you to come back, please.”

You hiccuped, makeup running, eyes puffy and red. “I never wanted to be human, you know that. B-But Stefan, I’d be human for you, I’d be human with you. I wanna grow old with you and have cute, little, messy kids with you. I wanna fight you, I wanna love you. I want everything with you. You can’t be gone, please.”

You fiddled with your shaky hands. “I-I wasn’t prepared for this, so I didn’t get a gift for you. But… but I have something better. And I know I should’ve told you this sooner, I’m sorry.” You rambled. 

“I love you, Stefan Salvatore. I love you so damn much.” You leaned forward, kissing the cold stone. “I’m sorry.”

With wobbly legs, you stood up and walked away. You tried to promise yourself that you wouldn’t go back. That you would leave him in the past, but as you looked back at the dull hunk of rock, you realized you would never forget your first love. No one ever does. 

Stefan rested against the tree next to his grave, watching you. He was dizzy with heartache and wanted nothing more than to hold you, wipe away your tears. As you blindly walked past him, stopping to look back at his grave, Stefan gripped your hand. Even though you couldn’t feel it, he rubbed his thumb in small circles. “I’m right here, I’ll be here with you. I love you too.”