#Tucker does not really get the harsh vibes from this

[bwabbitv3s]

Tucker is working at Wayne Enterprises not too long before clocks them as the civilian identity of Batman and Red Robin. He treats it like how Danny and them did back in high school. No one uninitiated to the club of people I talk about this for the second identity get the low down on it and treat it as two different people, not one shared one. He has done a great job of this and it is not that hard. As they keep the details that would drop the illusion on tight lock down. Really good job guys solid with plenty of plausible deniability.

Normally if this was not so time sensitive he would just drop off the file with their designated police guy Gordan or phone in the bat tip line to get a secure drop location. Only this can't really wait that long so he is going to have to dip behind the curtain to keep the show going. Not much just a tiny bit and he will keep it on the down low to not ruin the illusion for those not in the know.

Tucker rocks into the office a bit early for his shift with the file. He lets one of the secretaries knows he is doing a paperwork run to Tim's office and asks if they have anything to join the stack? A couple more files join his by the time he makes it to the right floor. He drops them off like a normal delivery of more sensitive physical copy files. Well almost normal he also leave an apology Death Wish coffee and breakfast sandwich for him dropping off extra work. Tim barely looks up until the coffee and smell of greasy fried goodness hits. By then Tucker has already left and gone to do his regular start of shift stuff. Not realizing that the file titles Red Robin Only is causing a tiny controlled meltdown before even being opened.

It of course only gets worse when a week later Danny shows up to visit Tucker at work. Cut to Danny floating part way through a wall to hand Tucker the box of fudge he forgot to bring in while in front of Tim. Nothing like apology fudge to help smooth things over. You forgot this this morning after staying up so late making it. Tucker why is one of the bats freaking out? I thought you had the whole sorry for breaking the illusion and dipping into your civilian identity talk already. What do you mean it is an supposed to be an actual secret?!

Tucker gets a job at Wayne Enterprises, and instantly clocks Bruce and Tim and Batman and Red Robin (and thus by extension figures out the rest of the family).

But since he figured it out so easily, he assumes it’s an open secret that everyone knows but keeps on the down-low for privacy and whatnot. After all, that’s what Danny’s identity had been like by the time they all graduated. Basically everyone in town knew unless the feds were asking. Because those white-suited government bastards can Fuck Right Off.

And thus, when he later finds an important potential lead on something, he doesn’t think much of just… handing it off to them to deal with. Yeah, he’s temporarily breaking the illusion, but it’s not that big of a deal.

Needless to say, Tim vehemently disagrees with that assessment, and is now deeply invested in finding out what the hell is up with his employee and his weirdly secretive hometown.

[crazyk-imagine]

Scraps Master List

Therapist diagnosis // Ao3: Therapist Diagnosis

Summary: Scott goes to Neil and Laura’s house to talk about Charlie’s behavior. Charlie’s best friend overhears the adult and has a few things she’d like to say. 

Listen to Me // Ao3: Listen to Me

Summary: Merlin AU. You were alive and went on the same adventures the rumored old wizard, Merlin alongside the once and future king, Arthur did all those years ago. After waiting for so long, the two of you return. Merlin visits you and helps you finally understand the strange dreams you’ve been having. 

Dog walks Lead to Confessions // Ao3: Dog walks Lead to Confessions

Summary: You pass by Jay’s house whenever you walk your precious dog, Schatzi Jr and he ducks down whenever you pass by his house. Leia comes to stay for a little bit which slowly becomes the whole summer and harshes the vibe you like to call, your basement with her new friends. Going out with friends becomes the best thing for Jay because he gets a date with you. 

Childhood Friends and Boyfriends // Ao3: Childhood Friends and Boyfriends

Summary: You wind up moving to New York and surprise your childhood friend you’ve known forever, Tucker. He’s in for a treat when his friend, Ben, makes comments and talks about you. It’s worse for him when he comes back to the apartment to find you two bonding. 

Ruined Relationships but, the Love is There // Ao3: Ruined Relationships but, the Love is There

Summary: You and Mark have some history which everyone finds out about in natural Grey’s fashion. The gang does all they can to get you two to talk but it doesn’t help much. Not until you wind up in an accident and he steps up in more way than one. Are you two going to get back together? Read more to find out. 

Baby plus Comments meets Horny Boyfriend // Ao3: Baby plus Comments meets Horny Boyfriend

Summary: Your boyfriend and Manny are idiots, bigger idiots than you could have ever realized. You have to put it into simple terms for your idiot, who then makes a comment you have to shut down without drawing more attention from his family than he did. With his family's attention on you two, you send him off in his dad's direction.

Cases and Dates // Ao3: Cases and Dates

Summary: You and Ryan have this thing going on and neither of you have tried to take the step forward to try and go out with the other. Then the "incident" happens and your team loses a member, you feel lost and don't know what to do. Maybe a little consoling from your number one guy can cheer you up.

Bree's New Friend // Ao3: Bree's New Friend

Summary: All the middle child of the Davenport's wanted to do was make a friend and have fun in the most normal way possible... But of course, her brother's wouldn't let that happen. She can never have a day off from them and she knows she should have expected it but, she wasn't. Although, she doesn't totally hate that you and Adam have, what the people in the movies call, chemistry.

Things I Hate... Oh, and Oranges // Ao3: Things I Hate... Oh, and Oranges

Summary: Rafe wasn't expecting you to be here... in his home. Does his shirt look good? God, his hair is a mess. You make yourself at home in the Cameron household and start baking. The other two town slu- kings come over and you learn something new about Rafe.

Comin' Home // Ao3: Comin' Home

Summary: You haven't been home in a while, and it was really hard on the infamous Duke family especially the cousins. Now when you decide it's time to come home, everyone is ecstatic, even to the point of passing out. You still have a few personal things to work on but that doesn't stop you from seeing how sweet he can be.

Enguard your Highness // Ao3: Enguard your Highness

Summary: You haven't seen him in so long, either of them so for them to be here, of all places, is shocking. Not very many people stop by the area you like to hide out at. You certainly weren't expecting to get injured and find yourself back in town. You didn't want to return, the royal life... it was more than complicated for you when you were younger.

Revive Me // Ao3: Revive Me

Summary: Soldier Boy's mind was wiped about a few things that happened before he went under. The boys had to remind him of what went on before Russia. He's more than pissed and his bite is much worse than his bark. His mind might be a little hazy but that won't stop him from getting to you.

Panic Room Hero // Ao3: Panic Room Hero

Summary: You and Danny get stuck in a panic room and well, it lives up to it's name. You aren't so good with being stuck in a room quite like this. Luckily you have Danny to help you through this. Maybe being stuck in there wasn't so bad if he was inviting you out with him and his brother.

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[shinaus]

For a BNHA matchup please :) Both boys and girls are fine. I'm a 5'5 bi girl with brown eyes and usually brightly colored dyed hair. My fashion sense is mostly "emo" style with a lot of black, chians, belts, etc. Some of my hobbies are drawing, reading, and listening to/playing music. I'm pretty quiet and introverted so I really value privacy, but I also can get really affectionate or clingy when around close friends. I can be blunt without realizing and feel really bad afterwards. (1/2) 💜

from my hero academia i pair you with...

hitoshi shinso!

literally everything about you i feel like he would just vibe with

whether that be with your style that he would find interesting

or the fact that you do things like play music

it’s all just very his type

he himself is pretty introverted until he meets the right people, which i think he would see you as right away

in the approach he would come off a little different than he intends, maybe a little blunt but just since he’s so hopeful of gaining your attention

and interest hehe

the two of you would have fun hanging out together, especially with your hobbies having such a relaxing aspect to them

he would really enjoy being in your presence, mostly just hanging around you if you’re drawing of reading

will ask questions but not too many, mostly just wanted to make sure you’re comfortable enough and want to share your hobbies with him

i like to think he has a record player in his room

so one day he would just casually bring it up

and ask if you want to check out his record collection

he would end up becoming a little bashful as you sift through it

but his taste is general enough where you find things you both like pretty easily

this becomes your main bonding point, the two of you sit in his room and hang out together or just be in each others presence while music plays

one time he put one on that was like lo fi and quiet which he ended up falling asleep to since he was so relaxed

like head on your shoulder

unintentional arm around your wait

he was very embarrassed

but got over it pretty quickly when he realised it was okay

when it comes to dating, he’s more than happy with intimacy and affection being private

he’s not a possessive person at all, more that he doesn’t care about how other people perceive him and what he does with you as long as you’re comfortable and happy

a lot of his emotions come through his physical touch, so if he wants to hold hands or have his hair played with sometimes it’s because he likes it and sees it as reassurance

the thing he would appreciate the most is your bluntness

you would be his go to person if he ever needed advice or a reality check

it would never be taken as harsh from him, he would just see it as you being honest and does with that what he thinks is right

bonus scenario

over time, you could tell that hitoshi’s social battery was starting to run out. this happens fairly often, the two of you will be on an outing with friends and there comes a time where all he wants to do is cuddle up with you in bed and spend time together. he has a strict night time routine whenever you guys spend the night together, and he will let nothing come in the way of that.

you both make it back to his place not long after your realisation, watching him already go into autopilot to get you both ready for bed. he gets you pyjamas, you both wash your faces and brush your teeth together, by the time you actually make it to bed - he’s pretty tuckered out.

but there’s a movie playing softly in the background as he crawls into bed beside you, assuming he wants to try and stay up a little longer. though to no avail, his head is nuzzled completely into your neck and he has you in a protective hold, as he often does when you head to sleep.

“i really love you..” he whispers suddenly, the hand of yours going into his hair making him hum happily. a giggle leaves you at the gesture, but he’s too far into dreamland and mumbling sweet affections to notice you say it right back to him.

[johnmartinphoto]

Who Am I Research

Self Portrait Research

Sean Tucker, Self Portrait

This self-portrait created by Sean Tucker shows us a photo of himself in a mirror holding a camera at chest level. Personally, I really like this image and find it inspiring because of the great window light we see and how there’s such a harsh line right down the middle of his face. This image is simple and doesn’t have a whole lot to it shows the photographer well and the light creates a great atmosphere with the photographer’s face being half lit. Personally I like the fact this photograph is in black and white because of the lighting and black coat the photographer is wearing which further adds to the contrast in this photo. With the lighting seen in this photo it’s almost like the photographer’s face is surrounded by darkness then where’s this puddle of light shining on the left side of the face and hand. After researching this photograph further, I found out that it was taken in a bathroom in the morning with the low winter light rolling beautifully into the bathroom.

Down Is The New Up” by Lecates

This photograph taken by Lecates shows us him a hand holding a lens and inside the lens we can see Lecates upside down. this technique works well in my opinion and gives us an insight into what Lecates is involved in and does it in a way that’s fun and creative. This photograph features stunning background bokeh where we can see the environment around him although it is blurred to me it looks like there could possibly be bookshelves this can also be seen in the background inside the lens around the photographer as well. The lighting in this photograph looks to be coming from the left side as we can see the light against his hand. As when we look into the lens, we see the photographer this could be abstract as we don’t normally see the lens having light pass through it in a photo added with the fact he is appearing upside down through the lens this makes the photograph unusual and stand out from the crowed. Personally, I like that this photograph is black and white as I think if he seen colour the background bokeh may become distasting and could potentially take our eye away from the main focus in the lens.

Rosie hardy, 365-day self-portrait challenge

This self portrait of photographer Rosie Hardy shows us her sitting on a swing hanging on a tree surrounded by white smoke. Personally, I think this photograph has a sort of magical/ fairy tale feel and vibe to it because of the purple dress and the smoke giving some sort of illusion that she could be hanging in the clouds This is what made this image stand out to me. This image was taken during a 365-day self-portrait challenge that Rosie Hardy completed and a selection of the images can be found on her website from it. The centred composition used in photograph works well in my opinion as she is surrounded by smoke and wearing a purple dress which creates great contrast and makes her stand out from the background the ropes of the swing also help push out eye down towards her from the top of the photograph. The pose seen in this photograph looks relaxed and calmed adding to the whole magical atmosphere of the photograph. the colours we see in this photograph are quite limited as its mostly grey/ white tones although the purple dress the photographer is wearing here adds a splash of colour into the centre of the photograph. this photo also features a good amount of negative space around the photographer this keeps the photo simple and free of distractions.

Waterbed by Kyle Thompson

This self-portrait by Kye Thompson shows us him laying on a mattress on beach shoreline. This photograph has mixed emotions to me. On one hand it could show he feels venerable and open to the elements or on the other hand he could be wanting to escape as he is at the lands’ end and can’t get no further and just feels worthless and wants to be taken away peacefully. The reason this image stood out to me, and I find It inspiring is how abstract it is and out of the ordinary it is as the photographer is laying on a bed on the shoreline. The lighting in this image looks to be coming from the top right and this looks to have been taken around golden hour as there is no harsh shadows and there’s a slight glow coming from the photographer to suggest this. The colour in this photograph Is very important as otherwise the sand, mattress and photographer could all bend together as they all have similar tones. The composition this photo uses is centred and has the subject surrounded by sand and the sea this isolates them to the centre of the frame and creates empty space around them this works well in my opinion. The shoreline also acts as a leading line through the image.

Triptych Research

Tomas Heaton, Intimate Coastal Landscapes triptych

This triptych crated by Tomas Heaton shows us 3 different photographs taken at the coastline. The 3 photos we are presented while not unusual are photos many other photographers would just walk past or not even considering shooting while at this sort of location. These 3 photos all work in harmony in my opinion and complement each other well in this triptych. The two outside images share similar colours and border the middle photo which shares similar colours to the background and has the small orange rock on the rule of thirds line to give the middle image a clear focal point. I also like how all these images are presented in the square format as it’s something I like to use a lot as well and keeps the images consistent across this triptych. the texture we have seen in the rocks across these images works well and further helps tie these 3 photos together to be a triptych. I find this triptych inspiring because it is taken by a photographer, I often find myself looking up to and taking inspiration from and I also like how simple this triptych is and is calming and relaxing and overly busy.

Joshua Earle Photography, Triptych - Self Portrait

This self-portrait triptych taken by Joshua Earle shows us 3 photos presented horizontally of himself almost like top middle bottom parts of himself and is shown with a black background. I find this sort of triptych slimier to a techquie I tired recently myself called a cubist portrait. With this triptych the photographer has chosen what he wants to show us in the photo giving a sense of control and manipulation to the triptych. one observation I also made was how the middle and bottom part of the triptych seems to be more enlarged compared to the top image this can be seen because of the shoulders lining up on one side but over running on the other. Personally, I find this triptych inspiring because of the way its layed out and what we see and what we don’t see like a cubist photo I also like the completely black background and think its works well with the photos in the triptych.

Fine Art America attractions triptych

This triptych of attractions by fine art America shows us three separate images of attractions across France. All 3 of these images show great detail of the buildings in shown in them. All three of the images seen in this triptych are shown in the portrait orientation and presented horizontally this helps maximise space across the triptych page. As it looks like all these images have been shot with a high sun, I think it’s appropriate that they are all shown together in black and white this also works well with the black background on the triptych. all of the images presented in this triptych have been taken at a low viewpoint particularly the image seen on the left this shows us how big the building is and makes it look grand. The same effect is seen on the other images just on a smaller scale. The composition seen throughout these images is centred with the only expectation being the image on the left with leading lines take your eye up the tower. Personally, I like this triptych and find it inspiring is because of all the historic architecture seen in the images as this is something I enjoy photographing myself.

[deruste]

Lord of light: Rise in the afternoon.

As one would do in my situation as soon as the rich redhead from new york said I was the son of god. Or was it a son of a god. I threw a tray the muscled surfer as the blonde with gray eyes and Jamaican goat man looked in surprise. I wish to say that I thought it was a bull right there and stormed out like a boss. What I actually must say is that I took the quickest way to the elevator and used the employee key to shut it off immediately. My hand was still shaking on the key still in the control panel. “ What the fuck!” I clapped my hands onto my face. “I threw my best job away.” I should properly chastise myself for thinking about my minual wage job and not the fact that those people were properly from a cult. And not the fun kind. I sat in the corner of the elevator trying to compose myself and figure out what the hell is going on! My hand and face were beadings with sweat and with my hands being over them it started to pooling into them. The door finally opened to the main lobby door. And while I could start talking about the gaudy Greco-roman statues and water fountain with a naked bearded man that looked suspiciously like mister...Adriano, I rather run as far away as possible from those loons. The letter popped into my mind when I said his name and the name on the letter kept rattling in my mind. Oceanus, Oceanus, God damn Oceanus. Why the hell does that name sound familiar! It clung and clanged like a loose bot in a long rusted machine. By the time the frustration stopped, I was in front of the statue of Bossman. The statue aside from some difference in features they looked exactly the same. The biggest difference were horns on the sides of his head that looked like crab claws. Maybe...no,no,no,no,no! I'm not believing those guys just because my boss looks like some statue. I looked at myself and saw the nameplate of the statue which made me anger grow. It had Oceanus engraved with some info on the gold plating. Oceanus, eldest of the Titans, father of the rivers and their nymphs. Most importantly of all the most faithful of the divines. Faithful had a marker adjustment the read “mostly” on the tail end along with “tethy forgive me”. Which sounded uncomfortably like Adriano wife Betty...tethy...betty. The more I sounded it out in my head the more they sounded similar. NO no, I'm not going down that rabbit hole. I went past the fountain and went into the kitchen to get friends help. In most case of poverty like me, no family help and no love for foster homes you learn to make backups when you're found out for running away or being an unsupervised youth in general. My backup is Aigle, I know a weird name but she is the closest thing I have to a friend along with Manual. She was in front of a stove cooking some empanadas. The scent nearly distracted me from Aigle. “Seriously one Blanco was enough to make you quit your post.” She said with a low, harsh voice. Imagine your abuela smoking a 12-pack daily while garbling several pounds of sand and you have Aegle sound and look. Very leathery skin that resembles a burlap sack bleached white with very sharp eyes that sometimes flicker like a predator. She was, as I can best describe a grandmother who fought, lived and breathed war than let herself go a bit except for her arms. She flicked her braided silver hair over her shoulder as I described the loons but didn't mention the camp or the son of a god shit because I didn't even want to think about that bit. “You know those Jesus camps on the other islands. The ones were they force people to submit to Jesus or they never leave. They gave me that vibe.” She shrugged her shoulder at my concern giving me an empanada. “ Seriously they were like PTSD ridden cultist,” I said biting down on my food. “Elio remember the Feminist conference.” I shuddered for a few seconds have Nam flashbacks to a large group of women yelling patriarchy and privilege left and right. I still hear them at night, offer one lady a free drink and suddenly you're running from the convention from a mob paying for later damages. “I don't want to but yes, But these-”  she held a hand over my face. “And then there was the congregation of those Haitian Santa Marians.” The sound of several angry priests rattles in my mind as the image of me, Aegle and Manual carrying several snakes away burned itself into my eyes again. The smell of snakes didn't leave my arms for a week. “You were the one who wanted to rescue the snakes.” She gave me an exasperated sigh. “And you verbally assaulted the priests and their faith. You told the head of the congregation that he was a bargain bin pope and his priest’s pedophiles in training. You have a tendency towards-” “Honesty and frankness,” I said earnestly chowing down on another empanada. “ being an assshole, yes.” she gingerly puts a hand on my shoulder as she pulls a fresh batch of food from the oven. “ You tend to assume the worst and then make it worse by reacting according to what you think and not what is not there.” she eyes my messy eyesight, the way my vision darted around to find something to focus on. “You took your pills for the day right?” She chided me. She inspected my face with rigorous perception and urgent worry oozing from a disapproving frown. She was close enough to me that I could count her liver spots. I give a sigh. “I didn't take the pills, they make me slower.” listening to myself it sounded whiny like a kid stomping his foot and crying while his parent was trying not to be mortified. Raised her hands to her face, cupping them in disappointment. “ What did you see?” she held my face gingerly examining my reaction quite closely, her hand felt quite cold and hard for some reason like her leathery skin became part iguana for a moment and her skin flickered green for a moment. I took a breath. “The pale Jamaican had goat legs and you had green skin for a second there.” Her face went stone face stuck in quiet contemplation. For a few seconds, her face went through a gambit of movement. First anger that made her eye go “predator stalking its prey” mode for a second, or what is more vengeful? Then it went more towards sad resignation, a sense of fear that crept into eyes darting every which way. She grabbed me with a pot of food. “What are you-?” she pulled me from the kitchen, the pot swing back and forth as burst through multiple doors. “What else did they say to you?!” Her voice was starting to crack in a panic yelling sort of way. She finally stopped running in a frenzied state and started frantically looking in all directions. After orienting myself I saw we were in the back parking lot of the Hotel, specifically the employee parking spots. It gave me some ideas as to why was Aegle dragging me here. She has no car so in all likelihood with her frenzied state, we might be “liberating” a car. It's also a bit funny that Aegle was reprimanding me for leaving my post but now she is dragging me around in the parking lot looking for a getaway vehicle and I know she is looking for one because she has settled on the “o shit,o shit” look of despair and fear. A classic face in times of crisis most popularized by small black comedians such as Chris Tucker and his upgrade Kevin Hart. “They said some bullshit about me being the son of a god!” it came out angrier than it should but I didn’t care anymore. She didn't seem to hear my words anyway, standing still and staring blankly. I saw a look of pain spike in her cheeks. “Are you-” She began to change. What do I mean by that? Ever seen in some superhero or fantasy stories where there is a shapeshifter that changed seamlessly into a new shape. Remove the seamless part and that was basically what I saw. Through painful, baneful screaming she started to burst through her own skin. Her leathery, wrinkled skin was shedding away making way for hard emerald scales that gleamed what little light that was in the parking lot. Scales popping from the worn skin like long-buried ingrown hairs minus the puss thankfully.   I got weirder when I saw what was happening below her waist. Now before you start making a mental image I'm not talking naughty sections. Trust me if I had to trade what I saw with being harassed by a flashing hobo all day I would seriously consider the merits of staring at a random man's dingleberries. Her legs began fusing quite painfully as her screaming suggested into a large snake tail slightly longer than let's say your average lady, so about 5’5 in length. It had a brown splotchy pattern like the boa snakes that are common this side of the island. Faced with this amount of excitement I took the manliest route and passed right there and then. Dreams are weird, at least that's what I'm told. Visions people have at night that might be related to what they did in the day or nothing at all. Never got it as a concept, or at all really. I didn’t know people dreamed until I left home. Before any conclusions are made I do sleep. It's just I see, feel and experience nothing when I do. Imagine endless darkness to what felt a few seconds to you but when you wake and its morning. That doesn't mean I don't get nightmares, by god do I do get nightmares. It's just that for me they happened when I was awake. Imagine little confusion at people talking about there weird dreams while you nothing or the worst nightmare. Thank you, life. As I ascribed, I simply woke from my lack of dreams. The time was early sunset as the clouds were starting to get bloody red in preparation for when they would be drenched of the black of night. I felt a crushing sensation, not enough to harm but enough to know I can’t move without something hard and rough giving me “Indian burns”. Who invented that phrase by the way? I don’t remember any story about a tribe uncomfortably burning peoples arms, trust me my tribe at least had the capacity for much worse. The discomfort was coming from my torso so I gazed downward trying to glimpse what was constricting my movement. Sure enough, a snake tail was pinning me to the corner of a pickup truck, spilling out from the drivers back window. “Oh good your up. I don't have to prop you up.” The tail receded into the driver seat. With that, I could now see that I was in the back of a pickup truck with my stuff from my apartment on the far back while I was behind the driver seat. “Ssshame, I thought you would be sssleeping the whole the trail through like when we first met.” A memory went quickly in my mind of a kindly older women letting a preteen catch a ride in her truck and her giving some pitty by buying some food for the both of them. I looked around again to get specific info on what trail we were on. The path was a very messy gravel road, they are not too uncommon in the south end of the island to some of the lesser villages, meaning...oh no. “We ain't going towards El ponce if you hadn't figured it out. There'sss a ssstop I want to take you to before we do anything elssse.” The voice was definitely Aegle but much sharper and smoother and snake lisp. She always had one but now it was overpowering. “ So how long?” I said, stealing my nerves. I don’t really want to know, I wanted to forget all this happened and wake to Aegle at my bedside saying I caught a bug the knocked me outperform I could deliver the food. I won't deny that but I also didn’t want to be left in any darkness anymore. “How long were you hiding ...this?” I could barely describe what I witness or at least recall it in a way that didn't warrant a similar response. She apparently heard me because the truck immediately stopped hard enough to send me flying if I didn't have an iron grip at the moment. “You know what, ssscrew sssecrets, ssscrew hiding at this point. You remember how to start a fire?” That seemed a bit disjointed but I obeyed seeing as it was my only option for answers. I gathered some dried sticks and leaves from the forest floor on the side of the road the side of the road. Aegle kept a close eye on me with full reptile eyes as she took the pot of empanadas from the back of the truck. Guess my clothes will smell delicious now since they had been right next to it. “Alright, the first question What are you and what am I?” Obvious questions first to anchor everything in a sense of this what normal is now. “You're a demigod, half mortal half divine. I'm a sssnake.” A bit too obvious but at least she still acted the same despite scales. “A bit too quick to lay it on me but is that a good or bad thing?” “Yessss and no”. She sighed. Aaand back to gibberish Again. “Why?” She held her head with an inquisitive hand while stirring the pot over the fire. Her feature became more youthful, my best guess is that since I witnessed was her shedding her skin in the horror film way and the natural way snake actually does. Her skin was still tanned but now inlined with green scales along the edges of her body like natural body armor. All the rest is what you expect from a snake hybrid, Snakes eye slits, flat nose, fork tongue, and fangs. I would properly be sacred if the face didn’t mostly stay the same. Kind but stern, attentive when needed but will bite your head off if you piss her off, guess that's literal now. “Demigodsss, as the name impliesss are the children of the godsss. In your case the greek onesss.” She explained. “There are other ones? Wait what about Jes-” she clasped her scaled hands over my mouth. “Sssaying the names of godsss draw their attention, that or being very attractive. In the cassse of that one.” She trailed off. “Besides the Judeo god is more metaphysssical nowadaysss.” “That explains nothing.” “Quiet! The godsss are a very … whats the word you would use for angry and horney all the time.” She stammered looking the sky with legitimate fear. I start to rattle in my mind all the greek stuff I could remember, it wasn’t much but a few things rattled.   “Bangry, so they have children with humans sometimes. How does this apply to me in any way.?” She poured the food from the pot in two small clay bowls and gave one to me. A simple soup with a few pieces of steak takes me back to when she let me travel around with her learning to survive. “ Yesss, that is the big question that I don’t know. If they wanted you for their camp they would have done that when you were younger. Then again since they just got out of combat, they may want to quickly replenish their numbersss.” She jabbed me several times in the chest. “Combat? Wait didn't that Jackson guy talks about a camp.” I Recalled, rising to my feet. “Yesss, Wait for What!.” She shot out from her seat and looked like I just said Hitler came back to life and is marching this way. “Are you sure that his name was Jackssson!” She was yelling now, nearly straight to my ear. “I think so?” I blurted out. Her snake features made it look like she was going to pounce on me and swallow me whole for mentioning that guy's name. “Oh by the light of Heliosss! A sssatyr and Jackssson, must be Underwood and the other one? Did ssshe have blond hair and grey eyesss?” She commanded. She opened her mouth and let her forked tongue waggle in the air. Yeah weird but explainable. Snakes smell by flicking their tongues in the air, it's why they flick it every few seconds. Does Not make it less weird just explainable and in this case, the more explainable bits of weirdness are welcomed. “Yeah and a redhead who likes to draw on her clothes, what's the point? Wait! You know those people!” I’m what you can call the quick-witted sort. For example, if Aigle was a monster that wanted me dead or eats me, should have done it by now so I did not have  much to fear from her. Hopefully. Another example if she knew them by name and even as a big snake monster quaked by their mention, safe to say that there either dangerous for both of us or to her. Either way unacceptable. “I have heard storiesss from the mainland of a child of the big three, the main godsss of olympusss. Of a child who fought against all The Fates could throw at him and stand still.” The surfer? Although now that I think about it. I remember the sharpness, the tension in his demeanor. He was playing the fool or perhaps was one but has done things that won't leave his mind. “Their spawn are some of the most powerful, I heard it said that he fought your father sssingle handedly and left without a scratch.”   “Not that big of an accomplishment if I don’t my father position in the divine Ma'am.” She blinked twice and starting laughing. “It’sss nice to know that you still treat fairly, even knowing what I'm truly am. Your father wasss… Remember you can tell me to stop whenever you please. I know it's overwhelming and I know how talking about your family tends to set you off.” I trembled a tiny bit, my fist rested on my four head while my other hand was covering it open palmed. I have mixed views on father and only pity for my mother. Aigle gave away he was the divine one between but I didn’t the hint. Gods don’t die. My father was also arrogant enough to be one. Only his swagger was enough to silence a room, his voice could be reading bedtime stories and be frightful, his stare made men turn to little boys in a few minutes. My mother had fear at least. She always found ways to frighten people, whether wanting to or not, whether caring or not. She did as she wanted and there's where my compliments end. “No, if this is my life now. I have no choice in the matter. Tell me everything that is useful to me.” I raise my face to match her, match her reptilian, predatory stare with my own. She slithered towards me and hugs me. The scales poking into my skin. I saw something clutched in her hands. A gleaming necklace. May surprise you but I really like gemstones, they shine and blind those who seek them and when properly maintained don't lose their luster. One of the two places I actually liked working at was a stand selling Taino necklaces. Sure they weren't actual tribal jewelry, they use more wood and lizard/turtle symbols but I could stare at them all day if I wish. I can barely explain why I like them but they do bring a simile to my face. Aigle let me go and held the necklace in front of my eyes. “Thisss isss my gift to you, a form of protection from certain ...dangerousss elementsss thought I am aware of your opinion on cryssstal healing.” I shrugged. “Honestly with everything that happened I believe Superman is properly in the bushes waiting for Wonder Woman to give me several years worth of birthday money.” She snickered at my comment. I still didn't really believe the crystal healing nonsense but she means well. It also looks really nice. “It's not that grandiossse but this will help keep your mind at eassse. If not that then at leassst focusssed for what comesss ahead.” She wrapped the necklace around my neck. The chain was made of lustrous gold on the right, the left of it was silver. The centerpiece, the thing that had the gems, was an inverted pyramid. “So is it just a snake thing your is that a lisp?”     “Oh that, I just wanted to know if you're paying attention. Most of my kind has but I got rid of the accent years ago to get better work.” She said matter of factly, Thought it did make sense. “ Being a demigod is very dangerous the more one knows about the more your scent becomes irresistible. Monsters hunt your kind for sport or food when they are aware of you.” “Wait for what?” I was drawing a blank the size of Texas. “Think of it this way, typically you learn you're a demigod late in childhood or at least near puberty end. You start making a magical scent when that happens. Either a satyer finds you and bring you to their camp, camp half blood or your die. Your a….” She spread her arms and let them slump making a clunk sound when the scales of her arms hit her torso. “Special case to say the least.” I start to piece together what I understand. “I'm screwed is what you're saying.” she nods. “Oh most definitely its only because your father laid claim to the island.” I listen, particularly to the last bit. Dad was frightening but taking the isle and battling someone that would a fraction of his age was disorienting. “Again I won't say his name but you will know his place in the divine totem pole. What do you know of the Titans?”