#and scott is eugh

[satellites-halo]

people saying scott cawthon is as bad as joanne rowling is weird to me I do not get it. where was all this backlash before the movie??? it feels kind of like people just don't like seeing others have fun and are tryna justify it through the shitty stuff scott did

[tubbytarchia]

I'm bloody and sweaty and still don't know how to scale people!!!! But I'm done drawing all the lifers so now I have a reference for animation as needed wahoo!! Also boss mobs because I'll need them too

[larvamars]

felt silly with this one

[awnrii]

(at the very last minute) happy pride guys

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

got murdered by nostalgia cuz of some slimes ack

[these-godforsaken-halls]

listen i will be the first to say that we need to stop harassing cc's about their opinions on shipping and stuff. leave them alone keep it awayyy from them keep it out of their public spaces

that said.

finding out on stream that scott smajor himself ships scarian rpf and in fact considers them significantly more husband-coded ooc than ic? he thinks the ONLY reason a viewer can't see them as husbands is because they don't know scar and grian irl like scott does? funniest thing to EVER happen

[down-thedrain]

but what if he wasnt entirely dead ahahahahaha

[silverzoomies]

quickie 22 please please please🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Peter Maximoff/Reader drabble: ⚡"Shh, just a little more..."⚡ warnings: dilf!peter, wardrobe malfunctions, awkward boners. this one isn't as filthy as it could be. sorry! i'll try and make the next ones extra filthy as compensation 💗

In one of the mansion’s guest bathrooms, Peter tugs the useless zipper of his dress pants.

Tonight’s the big night. Some millionaire humans are hosting another boring party. Big name politicians. Or business managers. Or whatever. Who the hell knows? Peter sure doesn’t. The last thing he wants is to attend another fancy affair. But Charles told the team it was mandatory. If only to make a positive impression on humans.

Eugh. Peter can’t stand that kinda shit. Playing kiss ass for a bunch of rich assholes. Elitist pricks who don’t care whether mutants live or die. On nights like this, Peter almost sympathizes with his absent father’s extremist mentality.

The team are all dressed up in expensive suits and glittery gowns. They wait together in the entrance hall. Five and half minutes passed since Peter insisted he’d be ready to go.

And, see, he didn’t mean to come back so late tonight.

He only wanted to spend as much time with his daughter as possible. Right down to the last second, Peter immersed himself completely in Luna’s little world. It’s not his fault he rarely gets to see her. His ex Crystal keeps him at such an arm’s length. Peter fears he won’t have a real relationship with the little peanut if he doesn't make the most of every moment.

Again. Running behind schedule? Not his fault.

And the fact that his zipper got stuck? That’s not his fault either. Peter wrestles with the godforsaken thing for another two minutes. He’s driving himself insane with it, since it took him only a half second to dress up in his newly tailored, uber expensive, rental suit.

Which, by the way, Peter won’t hesitate to admit; even though he hates dressing up, he looks ultra sharp. Like a suave, silver fox.

In a superspeed blur, he fumbles with the zipper to no avail. He alternates between squatting and standing. Peter tugs even harder, but the goddamn thing won’t budge. Even more frustrating, he can’t bend over enough to get a look at what’s causing his wardrobe malfunction. Another minute passes. And just when he thinks he’s gonna give up, go out, and give the world a peek at his undies; you come knocking at the door.

Peter’s saving grace. Like an angel from the heavens.

For a half second, the door flies open before Peter pulls you quickly inside by your arm. He drags you into the cramped, guest bathroom with him. With his back against the sink, he takes another half-second to check you out. Peter’s beady, lidded eyes zip all across, up and down your body, admiring your figure in a luxury dress. 

You whisper-shout at him, gesturing wildly with your hands, “What’s taking you so long? Scott’s about to freak out! Our ride’s here waiting and everything. Logan said we should just leave you here!” 

Oh. Right. The party. He almost forgot. Pulling his speedy gaze from your hips, Peter focuses on his cumbersome zipper again. “I’ll be there in a sec. Promise! Jeez. Can’t they all just slow their roll? Someone really needs to teach those guys some patience, amiright?” Peter snickers, grabbing a handful of his crotch, tugging his zipper hard with his opposite, “Motherfu-”

“You...uh...having some trouble?” 

You cross your arms, cocking a hip to the side as you watch his thick fingers fight his zipper. Peter rolls his eyes.

“Nope. I just felt like goin’ on a date with Pamela Handerson before our big night. What’s it look like??”

Cracking the briefest hint of a smile, you shake your head and wave your hands dismissively. “We don’t have time for this.” You note.

"You're tellin' me. I just can't get it to-" Peter stiffens as you step closer, pressing your curvy body against his, "Oh, hell-o."

With the stressful determination of a mother on school picture day; you double check the rest of his suit. Your gentle hands smooth the faint crinkles in his dress shirt, doing the same with his jacket, adjusting his tie - all before bringing your hand down to his crotch. Following a short apology, you blindly feel for that pesky zipper. On accident, you grab a firm handful of something else.

Peter jolts in place against the sink, canting his hips into your touch. In a flash, he latches a strong grip around your wrist. The corners of his eyes crinkle with fine lines as he playfully narrows his gaze.

“Whoaaa, there. Easy with the merchandise, baby.”

“Whoops! My bad. I'm just trying to help.” You raise a quizzical brow, challenging Peter with a look, "And who're you calling baby?"

"You is who I'm callin' baby, baby." He chimes in a playful tone, matching your teasing gaze.

He loosens his hold on your wrist, giving you free rein to continue.

After a beat or two, he adds, "And, hey, if you're still down for later..."

"Down? Down for what?"

"Y'know. Shopping for merchandise?"

He notices the way you suppress a riled laugh, ignoring his advances for the time being. You fight with his problematic zipper for a solid minute or two before ultimately sinking to your knees. Perching yourself on the floor in front of him, nose to crotch, you lean in as closely as you can. Peter feels blossoming heat flare up in his cheeks. Swallowing hard, he rests his hands on the edge of the sink behind him.

For a momentary instant, you lean back on with your ass resting on your heels. Peter gets a choice view of your flush cleavage. Pillowy and coaxing him to stare. He gnaws his lip and knits his mercury brows. His dusky gaze follows the motion of you leaning in, practically burying your face in his crotch to get a good look at the pesky pants culprit.

“Uhhh…hey…look, you really don’t gotta-” He chokes, his fingers clenching the countertop tighter.

“Aha! I found it! Just gimme a quick sec.”

A loose piece of fabric caught the zipper. You bring both hands up to try and tear it free, but it still won’t budge. Taking a more risky approach, you pull his fly open, ripping the piece of cloth with your teeth. Peter shudders as a sublime tingle races through his body. Warmth swarms in his groin. A more vulnerable expression overtakes his worn, rugged features.

“Oh my g-...uhm…babe…it’s cool. Seriously. You can stop now. I won’t hold it against you. Thanks for tryin'. I’ll just take one for the team and-”

You pull back again with a focused whisper, squinting your eyes.

“Shh, just a little more...”

“N-No. I’m not foolin’ around. I really think you should call it quits before-”

“SHHHH! Wait, I got it!”

It’s not until your teeth shred the fabric, freeing the zipper at last - that you realize he’s pitching a tent in his pants. Your hand rests over his crotch, and you can feel him pulsing hotly under your palm. Freezing in place, gaping at the (impressive) bulging sight before you, you steadily tilt your head up. Your pretty eyes peer at Peter with partial caution, and partial curiosity.

When you meet his sluggish, wide-eyed gaze; Peter has a hand covering his mouth. Staring down at you, his face burns blazing hot. He pauses, running his hand up from his mouth and through his silver hair, mussing the clean look he took so much time (a few microseconds) to style.

"Okay. In my defense-"

"Been a while?" You taunt him with a flirty chuckle.

Peter tips his head back, exhaling a throaty laugh, "Yeah. Been while."

[salemoleander]

"My teeth hurt," Martyn says.

He and Scott are on the deck, enjoying the morning sun before it has the chance to get humid; Scott is busy crafting sugarcane into paper while Martyn is (ostensibly) trying to carve a bowl.

"What, like- cavities? We've only been here for a few days, and I know you're eating the same fish and dried kelp as me." Scott pauses, holding a fresh sheaf of paper. "-and if you're not, and you've been holding sweets out on me, I'll be pissed."

Martyn huffs a laugh, then grimaces when pain shoots up through his sinuses. Ambling over to the table, he half-sits, half-leans on the back of one of their deck chairs.

"Nah, same food as you. Man, I don't know what I did. TNT to the face carry over, d'you reckon?"

He grins, and Scott blanches. Well, shit.

"Alright, what's wrong with my mouth?" Martyn asks, stress rising when Scott doesn't answer. "I've still got teeth, right?"

Scott nods sharply. He wavers on an answer for a moment before sighing. "Yeah. You've just got some new ones, seems like."

‐---------------------------------------------------------------------

The hard part of suddenly having shark teeth, Martyn quickly discovers, is that they are not particularly designed for beings with lips, and certainly not ones that talk.

He tells Scott this, nursing several sore spots on his lips and tongue.

"Have you considered talking less?"

"Oh, screw you."

Scott rolls his eyes, and they go back to sorting through chests in companionable silence. Waves gently lap against the edge of their island, while bamboo canes creak and shift. After a few minutes Scott says, "In the- last time. I remember being relieved, a bit, that even though Cleo and I chose each other-"

"Exactly the conversation I wanted to have," Martyn deadpans.

"Would you shut up? Honestly." Scott smiles, but his jaw flexes as he does and Martyn resolves to shut up and let him say this, whatever it is. At least for the next ten or fifteen seconds. Probably.

"Anyways. I was a tiny bit relieved that I was paired with Pearl, because she was human. And I'd seen how it was for BigB getting canine features and Joel getting whatever the hell from Etho, and you, y'know..."

"Rotting?"

"Eugh. Yeah." Scott looks through their fence-lattice walls and out to the water. "But Pearl didn't stay human."

Martyn raises an eyebrow. (For effect. If Scott is doing a dramatic monologue towards the ocean, Martyn at least gets to make faces, whether or not Scott sees him. Them's the rules.)

"She got kind of... wolf-y? Or more accurately, the game made her wolfy. Not like Ren, not nearly that elegant a combination."

Scott's voice is bitter, an edge to it that Martyn associates with fireworks going off too-close by. "I woke up one morning and my teeth were sharp and there were too many for my mouth. And it hurt, and the worst part was knowing this wouldn't be happening if we'd just done what the game wanted."

Blinking, Martyn says, "Oh." Brilliant. Nailed the response, there.

"I just wanted to tell you. That it might- those might be my fault, because it seems like whatever runs this game doesn't like me very much. There's a reason I set up alone out here."

Martyn- ignoring the ache from his jaw and the kernel of self-interest that tells him to get while the getting is good- scoffs. "None of that, thank you! I don't care if bloody Herobrine has it out for you, we're sticking together."

Relief washes over Scott's face. Martyn adds, "If whoever runs this circus thinks unlimited knives for teeth is a punishment, they're mad."

"Clearly! You were already enough of a menace." Released from whatever tension kept him still, Scott reaches over to flip another chest lid up and starts rifling through. "It's like trying to annoy Joel by giving him too many TNT minecarts."

Martyn snorts. "Right! Once my mouth gets the memo about where everything is now I'll be doing fine- probably better than I was before! A supernatural entity trying to tell me who I can be friends with? C'mon, nothing that stupid is busting the Mean Gills up."

He almost believes it.

[rhapsoddity]

I can't stop my brain from doing so, so I'll feed you more brainrot of the "they're actually movie actors" Idea. ------ Fwhip: "You don't know when to back off, do you Sheriff? Eugh, I don't have time for this..." Jimmy: "..."

Fwhip: "..." Jimmy: "I forgot my line.." Fwhip: "JIMMY THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME WE'RE HAVING TO RECORD THIS, PLEASE-" Scott: *wheezing in the background*

------ - 🍀Glare Anon

Alastair: Cuteguy, get off the table. I want this meeting to have at least a shred of professionalism

Grian: I want to feel tall

Alastair: *breaks character and laughs a lil at that*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“THAT. EXACTLY FUCKIN’- I’m not getting my dad back. I’ve- already fuckin’ learned that after waiting this long. As much as I’d like to reunite with you? There really is no ‘you’ to reunite with. Just whatever Abel told you to be. I do miss you. I want to run back to you open arms and all. I WANT to have you back in my life. But ya wanna know why I can’t? Cause Abel has you wrapped so fuckin’ tightly around his finger that I can’t get through to YOU. The REAL you. So. If you ever decide it’s time to stop pretending he cares? I’ll be here. Waiting. Just like I always have. I’ve grown pretty patient, y’know that, dad?”

“Jesus. You’re just like him-”

LATE RESPONSE BUT ERM. Hey Scott. Guess who’s back. He tossed the, still bloodied, bat in your general direction.

//@ringingfromthefuture

“…why do you have a bat. On top of that, why is it bloodied?”

[Steven.. is probably near.. avoiding scott trust.]

“Is it. Your blood..??”

[deadlyterrorstonight]

*gives everyone a cat and then vanishes* (do they like cats? how do they react to one?)

Mike

He stands there kinda baffled. The cat just rubs against his leg, and he just looks around- as if waiting for an explanation from the guys. “What…is going on?…” He’s not sure what to do but he does pick up the cat. “You aren’t so bad- you’re pretty cute looking actually.”

Mike likes cats. He thinks they’re pretty neat and smart. He doesn’t have a problem with them unless they have a problem with him. Simple as that. Although..the shedding does get to him..lotta hair...lotta cleaning.. aw man.. Now its all over his clothes.

Fritz

"Uh, wow. Ok. Uhm. Cats!" He's just as confused as Mike. The cat you dropped off walks around him and begins to claw its way up his back. "EUGH- AH" He's bending forwards, trying to make it easier for the cat to quickly get to it's destination. The cat seems to claw faster as Fritz does this and reaches his shoulder. The look of pain is on this man's face...oh dear.

Fritz Likes Cats too. Although it was always a 50/50 with him. They either attacked him for no good reason (y'all know how this man is) or they get along extremely well with him. No in-between.

Jeremy

"Oh!" He looks pleasantly surprised. A big smile pops up on his face and he bends down to pet the cat. He ends up plopping down completely and seems to be enjoying his time just playing with them. After a bit of playing, the cat butts it's head against Jeremy's cheek causing the man to giggle. "Thanks for the cat drop off!" I think you made his day?

Jeremy really likes cats. Enough for him to consider even getting one. He thinks they're definitely cute and it's fun to play with them. + Bonus? Anime buddy. Lol.

Scott

"Oh, uh, hi there!" He's surprised. He decides to pick the cat up and hold it. He's just chilling with a cat in his arms now as it cuddles into him. "Look at you!" He's smiling under that phone head of his. Not that you could tell but you can hear it in his voice.

Scott doesn't mind cats. The only problem he has with them is the fact he doesn't like how they scratch on things or leave so much hair everywhere if the cats the type to shed a lot. Other than that, he's fine with cats and likes them.

Vincent

"Well would you look at that." A big ol' grin is on his face. He calls the cat over and he just plays with it. Like he'd actually let a cat best him though, he's definitely not gonna lose on purpose so he probably has a clawed up hand and arm trying to win his "fights" with the cat. Worth it. (If you know, you know. The man is not harming the cat.)

He doesn't hate cats at all...he likes them a lot. Unless, ya know, they're one of those types with constant bad attitude. He can't stand those. But, he does have a soft spot for cats overall though. He can't help it, even if he wanted to.

[real-total-drama-takes]

Can you rate the Courtney ships mod courtney? Obviously there’s like a million but the more well known ones (gwen, heather, cody, scott, emma rr, bridgette, etc), i want to see your faves

Ok!

Gwourtney - 10/10 the definition of a yuri situationship. I love gwourtney in that context. Well, and every context. I love gwourtney but it’s so unserious. It’s hard for me to look at gwourtney and think that they’ll last longer than a week bc they have different opinions of eternal sunshine of a spotless mind or some bullshit

Duncney - 10/10 I have a huge soft spot for duncney. I shipped it when tdi was first coming out and i still love it to this day. I have so many thoughts about duncney i could write paragraph after paragraph about it. It was not handled well in canon i will be the first to admit that but i just. I lvoe it. Being 9 and watching the duncney kiss live on tv was just. Ugh. You had to be there ok. I get ppl not shipping it or even liking it bc eugh it gets bad but in a time pre-TDA you have to understand it was 🔛🔝

Heathney - 1000/10 MY FAVORITE!!! heathney solos. Heather and Courtney are just perfect together. They’re both a little evil and I love that for them. They would take over the world. They’ve both got strategy-oriented mindsets and they’re both super critical but in very different ways. Heathney is the best of opposites attract and great minds. Heather and courtney have so much to bond over. I have so much more to say but I don’t want to write a whole book here lol

Scottney - 10/10 scottney is good. I don’t love it though. It really feels like an afterthought in tdas. If there had been real effort into developing their relationship, it could have easily been amazing. I will say I love how so much of tdas is Duncan kissing gwen & being like “DO YOU THINK COURTNEY IS WATCHING?” And Courtney’s too busy dating an idiot ginger who eats dirt.

Bridgney - 10/10 Bridgney my beloved. I’m really big on friends to lovers as a trope. Mutual pining on your best friend is just. Oh god its so good. It’s such a rarepair though and i get it, since a lot of other courtney ships are more “dynamic”. But bridgney is so good. I feel like it’s the ship courtney would feel the most “peaceful” in. And courtney would nudge bridgette out of her comfort zone. And i love that for them.

Emmaney (courtemma?) - ?/10 i like Emma/courtney bc i kin courtney and i have a crush on Emma. I think they would be very competitive in a relationship though and that could easily get out of hand tho. I could easily see them hooking up when they’re in law school lol. I never read Emma/courtney fics tbh if anyone has any recs send me them

Courdy - ???/10 where did courdy come from? Courtney deserves better than cody she’s so slay and hes so cringe

Justney (justin/courtney) - 10/10 honestly I feel like this one is criminally underrated. Justin’s crush on courtney in TDA is really cute. The fact that likes her because she’s a strong competitor & is deeply fascinated by her is just… I really like it. It feels like justin appreciates courtney for who she is and loves how unhinged she could be. In this regard they actually have a lot in common and I think Courtney would really like him if she gave him the time of day lol

Alecourtney - 10/10 another one that’s slept on tbh. I like aleheather dont get me wrong but i could easily see Alejandro falling for Courtney’s completely unhinged side. And when courtney said she’s Alejandro’s “gal�� its just. It’s cute ok. Don’t come at me.

If you guys want my opinion on any other courtney ships, send me them! I love talking about courtney and all her girlfriends/boyfriends/etc and I’m a huge multishipper so I love everything

[life-winners-liveblog]

Watching Last Life- session 7

Part 1

Scott: Ok is everyone ready to start the session?

Grian: Yeah... I think so?

Pearl: Sure thing mate.

Martyn: I guess? Not anymore less ready then the previous times?

Scar: Absolutely my friend!

Scott: That's Good! Well then.

~~~~~

Grian: You know, blocking out traps until your allies know about them is smart.

Scar: It really is!

Scott: Oh thanks guys!

Martyn: Eugh.

~~~~~

Martyn: Ok idea, next time why don't you find the materials for the trap before trying to make it?

Pearl: Bold words for someone who doesn't know how to do math...or to count...

Martyn: What!? What are you talking about? I can-

Pearl: What's 13+27?

Martyn: That's easy It's 30!

Pearl: Easy...right, right...Are you sure of your answer mate?

Martyn: Wait... oh...no...It's 40 isn't it?...shit.

Scar: She got you there mr. littlewood!

~~~~~

Grian: Last Life Pearl needs powered rails to defend herself?

Pearl: Makes total sense to me G!

Grian: ...how do powered rails...help do that? After all she said that she didn't plan on making a trap...

Martyn: Did...did you get hit in the head recently Grian? She is clearly L Y I N G.

Scar: A lion!?

Martyn: What? ...No.

~~~~~

Grian: Oh you had the same problem I had.

Scott: That being?

Grian: Explosions not powerful enough...that always sucks.

Martyn: Biggest L ever.

Scar: Oh is it really the biggest? Well, you do know them so well.

Scott: And I oop-

~~~~~

Grian: Well that went ...well? Easier then I tought it was going to go.

Pearl: The moment Last Life Ren mentioned the IOU I started sweating a bit to be honest.

Martyn: They had an IOU...and they used it for... nether wart? Why?

Scar: They must really like their warts! Don't be judging people Martyn!

Martyn: They wasted an IOU on fucking nether wart?!

Grian: Nether wart can actually be really useful at this point in the game-

Martyn: Yeah! maybe. But Its not worth loosing an IOU!

Pearl: I mean, good for Scott I guess. The IOU didn't bite him in the back area as much as it could have.

Martyn: Who let those two do that?!? ...wait... Were they teamed up with anyone Scott?

Scott: They were...? Why do you want to know so much? Why did you take it so personally... It's litterally just nether wart... you know?

Martyn: Who is the dumbass who tought letting them go on their own was a good idea?!?

Pearl: I am bit curious as well Scott... Who is this mysterious secret third ally?

Scott: They were in an alliance...with...uhhhh... Last Life Martyn... I think? They definitely are allied later on in the game but I don't know for sure if that happened yet actually- Martyn?

Martyn: ...

Scott: Oh my gosh... Martyn? You there?

Scar: Wow! It seems you broke him, never tought I'd see the day! Congrats!

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[madamefluffnstuff]

I thought I had convinced my friend/coworker to at least watch someone play ESO because there's a bunch of voice actors in it who are also in BEASTARS (esp. Jonah Scott (Verandis) and Griffin Puatu (Bastian))-

...but then I showed her some screenshots of them and she said, and I quote, "Eugh, no, I don't like that aesthetic."

I am so hurt 😭😭😭

[phoenix-writez]

HEY! TUMBLR VERSION FOR GRIAN'S POV IS HERE!!!

I still don't know how to format as the spacing is weird. If I get rid of extra spacing, it looks too jumbled up so... Unfortunately we're gonna have to make do!

This is in first person, so if you're not a fan of such POVs, sorry! :3 I have another fic coming up that's in 3rd person! Maybe that'll be up your alley!

But anyhow, welcome to Grian's POV! Enjoy :)

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Entry #2

[GRIAN]

We'd finally gotten him out, and I didn't know how to explain to this poor kid that he's on the borderline of humanity.

There we were, sitting at a random table outside of a restaurant. Scar swore he knew what place this was, but that it never used to look so bright before.

Gem and Scott distracted him while I figured out a way to explain his situation. I open my mouth to speak. That's when it hit me.

He probably knows.

“Scar?” I ask, and he turns towards me. “Yeah, Grian?”

“What's your opinion on, I dunno, mythology?” I smile awkwardly, not knowing what I'm doing. Scar fidgets with his hands, “Oh! Not much, honestly. What kinda mythology we talkin’? Greek? Roman? The Bible or something???”

“Let's start with Greek.”

Scott and Gem look at me with nervous expressions on their faces. I nod at them slowly while Scar giggles to himself.

“I know that Zeus is pretty bad, I mean, no one likes that guy.” He places his hand on the table, leaning forward with a smug grin on his face that would be almost attractive if he wasn't such an idiot. I look at the other two with concern, “Really? That's all?”

“Hmm… a lot of, I dunno, sibling relations? Really odd, I mean none of them care! It's just something they do! Oh, yeah! Why do you ask, by the way?” Scar continues.

“Would you think I'm insane if I said that they're real?”

“I would.” Scar blinks, “But I did just escape from a time traveling theater that's making me wonder how old I am now.”

“You'd still be sixteen.” Scott says, “You haven't grown at all since you entered or left.”

“Huh.” Scar looks down at his hands, “I haven't even cut my nails in a week and they're still short.”

“Exactly.” Scott looks at me, “Think of it as a time freeze, but the world around you continues anyway.”

“Funny… So if I can be stuck in some otherworldly place for years, who's to say deities can't exist at this point! That guy who escorted us out had one eye, for God’s sake!” Scar says with irritation. I smile, “Good! This makes this easier.”

—

We left the restaurant after a while of talking, then we took some public transit (big risk) to the nearest place to our camp.

Scar spends our entire time looking uncomfortable. Though, I guess I would be too if I was on a wheelchair and people stood in front of me on a bus crowding me.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, Scar clutches his hands near his legs. “Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.”

“Uh-huh…”

“It just reeks here.” He looks away and frowns. “I mean, yeah, public transit always does.” I giggle. “Not like that. It smells like something's rotting.” Scar glances around. Then his eyes widen.

We turn towards where Scar’s looking. “Oh!” I cover my mouth. The people in the bus were sitting and acting normally, except for this couple sitting by each other.

“Hey! Hey! Wake up, hey!” They shouted. That's when the bus took a strong and short stop. I grab onto Scar’s chair quickly as I'm still watching. “What's going on?!” The person continues.

Scar blinks, “She died as soon as I said that.”

“What?” I look at him. “She was still living.” Scar frowns, “But it smelled like–”

“Are you okay, Scar?” Scott leans over. “Can we get out?” Scar asks. “We have to anyway.” I get up, then smile at Scar. “Let's go.”

And we do, we all leave. An ambulance shows up, but Scar sighs like it's too late. I glance at him, then at Scott. Scott shrugs. Gem dusts herself off, “Eugh, thank the gods we left that bus. Dusty old man does not feel good on your shoulder.” She grimaces, then she glares at Scar.

“Something's up with you, bud. But for now, let's head off, shall we?”

“Are you mad at me?” Scar asks. “No, just concerned.” Gem says, “I have a suspicion, and I'm not liking the odds.”

“Of what?!”

I flick Scar’s head, “Let's just go, we're close to camp anyway.”

“This feels like a cult.” Scar jokes. I roll my eyes, “You've already decided to join, let's go.”

—

Camp looks eerie, especially that no one is here. I look around, “We're back! Uh, fellas?”

Not a single person answers, so I walk in further. Then I run towards the Big House, “Hello?! Hey! Martyn! Anyone?!” I yell.

Then I turn towards the others. “Where did they go?” I frown. Scar holds himself, “So, Grian, what's the story here, man?” He giggles anxiously.

I smile, though the corners of my lips seem to shake with the effort. “Greek gods, we're their children. That's all.”

“Where are you all?!” I open the doors to the house, and that's when I see it. Martyn on the ground with a broken mirror. A mist of water surrounding him falls as the rainbow fades.

“What are you doing here?” He looks at me slowly, “I thought you were on a quest…”

“We were searching for others just like us, ‘cause the satyrs are currently preoccupied with wildfires.” I say, “Martyn, what are you doing?”

“None of your business, how's the sun looking?” He stands up, then walks out the door. Pushing me aside in the process. “Good. Good.” He places his hand on his head. “Sorry, Ren just gave me one of the worst Iris messages possible.”

“Oh, what did he say this time?” I cross my arms. “He and those stupid Ares kids are close to death, Bdubs decided to go with them knowing he can't really get on their level. I… ugh.” Martyn walks away.

“Wait! Is anyone else here?” I ask. “Everyone's helping the satyrs. You should check on Taurtis.” Martyn continues onward. I watch him leave to his cabin, then I turn towards Scott, Gem, and Scar.

“Welcome home? I guess?” I frown. Scar looks at me and I feel a sharp sense of guilt. “It– it's usually better on the first day!” I say, then turn towards the forest. “We just gotta fix that.”

Scar rolls towards me. “You think it's just a wildfire?” He asks. “I hope it is.” I start walking.

—

The fire was larger than I thought it was.

I rush in, “Taurtis! What happened?!”

Taurtis bleats and splashes water on one of the trees. The tree forms into a dryad, “Thanks for the water, but I'm not the one on fire!” She says. “Sorry, Lizzie.” He groans, “I'm so tired.”

“You're fine, I think you should get some sleep. Besides, maybe this newcomer is a Poseidon kid!” She grins. “I doubt it.” I say, then gaze at everything else.

Scar rolls towards us, “Poseidon?”

“You can control water, right? Maybe breathe in it or–” Lizzie looks at him. “No.” Scar says.

“I can't even swim, if you couldn't tell.” He tilts his head. “I mean! Who said you had to swim?” She giggles.

Scott walks in and stares at the forest in horror. “Oh… oh my gods. Gem, any idea to fix this?”

“Well, first off. All dryads please turn back to your humanoid forms.” Gem says, “Scott, you're good with animals, take them and get them out of here temporarily. They can live in whoever's cabin caters to them the most.”

“Demeter’s, probably.” Scott nods, then delves deeper into the forest. I stand there next to Scar, and Gem looks at us both. “You should probably look for… survivors, maybe.”

“There's tons of those.” Scar tilts his head, “I don't think it's gotten that bad that people are suffocating.”

“Illness travels fast when you breathe in smoke.” I say, then I walk off. Scar cracks a grin, “Well excuse me, mister! I didn't take you for an expert!”

—

I found some of the others, mainly the Hephaestus kids. Surprisingly, they'd created some tools to help with the forest.

“Doc!” I yell, and immediately he turns to me. “What do you want, Grian?! We're busy!” He answers. He's so kind to me.

“Gem is devising a plan on how to fix this, but I've got something figured out.” I grin. “What do you guys got there?”

Doc gazes down at his own hands. “Oh, this. It's just an enlarged water gun. We had to go down to the river, explain to the naiads what was occuring, and get drenched in freshwater before we could finally get this made.”

“Naiads…” I groan, and Scar curiously raises his hand. “I'm real out of the loop here, guys. Also, how am I supposed to help?”

I look at Scar and smile, “Do you know what you can control?”

He shakes his head, “No-can-do. I don't have solar powers, stealing skills, master fighting skills or whatever!”

Doc hands him a piece of scrap metal, “Anything you can do with this?”

Scar stares at it, “It's just a piece of metal. It's really sharp, I could stab someone with it.” He smiles at Doc, who looks disappointed on sight. “Right, of course you can. My mistake for being too vague, can you create something?”

“Nope!” Scar gives the scrap back to Doc. “I've never actually created a thing in my life! Except for a few excuses here and there, maybe. Cat ate my homework, best line used this century!” He giggled.

I rolled my eyes, “Who believes that?”

“You'd be surprised!”

Doc crosses his arms, “You aren't very pretty, so not Aphrodite… nature. Can you assist with nature? Like farming, or whatever.”

Scar smacks his own legs lightly, as if he were playing with his hands. “I don't think so, I live in a city. We don't really have nature there. Or farms. Didn't really have a calling for it, either.”

Doc hums to himself, then he looks at me. “I'm concerned.”

“Why?”

“If he's not even just a little bit like the gods, there's only so few choices left. I'm not liking the odds.”

Scar fidgets around with his fingers, “Are you saying I might be a child of the big guys?”

“Might,” Doc stares right at Scar like he can see his soul, “is too weak a word for this occasion.”

Scar leans towards me, as much as he can in his confined space. “What is he saying?”

I shake my head, “Let's focus on the trees for now…”

And that we did. The satyrs spent most of the time asking the naiads for assistance, the rest of us hacked down broken branches that were too weak to truly thrive anymore. Then I stole someone's water gun thing and started spraying the trees.

The smoke bellowed upward and only got worse and worse till we finally asked the gods to assist.

That's when the rain came down, and Scar yelped and nearly cracked open the earth.

—

“What did he do?”

I sit down and stare at the clouds above us. “Nothing too special,” I look towards Gem. She furrows her brows, “Grian. Scar did something when Zeus gave us that storm. What was it?”

“There was an earthquake, Gem.” I shrug, “The ground broke beneath us, boohoo.”

“Why are you covering for him?! Poseidon’s quakes haven't been active in this area for years!” Gem squints. “Maybe he just decided we needed one. Maybe he was giving us a tsunami in an attempt to clear the fire. I don't know, Gem! I don't know what Scar did, I'm trying to create my own logic here!” I wave my arms frantically.

Gem sighs and sits next to me. “He broke the ground.”

“Yeah…”

“...Did anything happen afterwards?”

“It fixed itself, he panicked and tried to reverse what he did. Told everyone not to worry, casting more attention on himself. It was barely noticeable, looked like a hair fracture.” I pick up a pebble and stare at it.

“He's talking to the watcher right now.” I groan, “This is so irritating.”

“Not knowing, huh?”

“That I might be wrong?! That this was natural, and he just freaked out over something that happened right as he panicked?! Maybe! Or that I'm absolutely correct, and he's the son of Hades for the gods' sakes!” I toss the pebble and rake my hands through my hair and pull.

“He's done other things resembling that of a Hades kid, Grian.” Gem pats me on the shoulder, “Why are you stressing so much about this?”

“... Don't you get it? Any of the big three having kids is insanity. The fact that he's still alive amazes me yet terrifies me at the same time.” I look into the distance, “I'm so sure that a monster may have gotten to him before…”

“He probably survived off the same thing you did.” Gem says. “What's that?” I turn towards her.

“Stupidity.”

“Oh.”

—

Scar’s wheelchair is parked but he's not on the chair. Alarms ring in my head as I look around, “Scar?! SCAR?!” I shout, running around.

It didn't take long for me to find him. Mainly because he didn't really go far at all. There he was, trembling and holding onto a tree. “Scar?” I say.

He nearly jumps out of his skin as he turns to me. “Grian! Ah, I'm so glad you're here! I'm a little bit, uh, stuck…” He grins. “...What happened? Why aren't you in your wheelchair?” I blink.

He laughs awkwardly, “I thought I was in good enough condition to walk again. But it turns out, my brain and my legs still aren't as connected as I thought they were.”

“I'll get the chair for you, Scar.”

“Thank you so much–”

I lift my finger and stare at him, “You've gotta remember to be careful, Scar. No one cares if you walk or not. We're still figuring out who you are.” I say, then I turn away and start going for the wheelchair.

When I do reach the wheelchair, Martyn approaches me.

“Have you seen Impulse?” He asks. “Not since we left the theatre.” I place my hands on the handle of the chair, pulling it out of the mud it happened to get stuck in. “Jeez, this thing has to be cleaned now…”

Martyn rubs his face in annoyance. “He's been gone for several days. How can he just go on a quest and go missing like that?!”

A sort of revelation hits me, and I stop in my tracks. “He’s in there…”

“Huh?”

I curse under my breath and turn around, “Shoot– Scar! I've got your chair!” I run towards him. I quickly help him into the wheelchair and promptly glance around.

“Something bothering you, Grian?” Scar asks.

“Ah, nothing too serious.” I smile, “You alright?”

“Yep! Better than ever, thanks G!” He places his hands on the wheels and pushes himself forward.

I watch him leave, then think momentarily. “Shoot, shoot, shoot.” I mutter, “Impulse, we left Impulse!”

I remember Gem shouting where everyone was, I already knew where Cub had gone. Kinda. Under the theatre, but I don't really know if he's gonna be gone for long. But Impulse, he went in with us and vanished.

Just what is that theatre?