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artemis-pendragon · 4 years ago

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wait if you have the time would you mind expanding on the parallels between achilles and patroclus and the ships you mentioned?

OH GOD YES I WOULD LOVE TO THANKS FOR ASKING!! The English Major in me jumped out so here's an absolute novel lmao:

Hannibal/Will:

Hannibal and Will are the easiest to draw direct parallels to because they are textually compared to Achilles and Patroclus in canon. Hannibal draws himself as Achilles and Will as Patroclus, then (because apparently he’s never heard of subtlety) shows it to Will.

Hannibal says that hiding and revealing identities is a major theme in the Iliad. Will asks Hannibal to reveal himself to Jack Crawford; in the same episode, Hannibal begins to suspect that Will has betrayed him, hiding his true intentions behind a façade to bait Hannibal into being captured by the FBI. However, Will isn’t even sure himself what his real intentions and identity is, and eventually betrays the FBI and runs away with Hannibal.

After Hannibal realizes that Will betrayed him (which is also the episode after he talks about how they’re like Achilles and Patroclus), he stabs Will in the stomach. Patroclus was killed after being stabbed in the stomach.

Hannibal and Will’s blurring identities is a major theme throughout the show. Just as Patroclus takes on Achilles’s identity on the field of war, Will takes on Hannibal’s identity in many ways—both intentionally, and unintentionally.

Patroclus dies wearing Achilles’s armor. Will is accused of being the Chesapeake Ripper, imprisoned, and could have been executed for Hannibal’s crimes if Hannibal hadn’t interfered.

Hannibal is a god-adjacent character, while Will is his more human counterpart. Will is Hannibal’s tether to his humanity, just as Patroclus is Achilles’s.

Just like Achilles couldn’t stand to be parted from Patroclus, Hannibal chose to let Will pull him off a cliff to their (probable) deaths. Hannibal would rather die with Will than live without him.

There is a significant amount of water imagery in this show. Will especially has a lot of ties to water: he likes to fish (his mind palace is initially shown to be a stream); he’s knowledgeable about boats and sailing (he sails across the Atlantic to find Hannibal); his dreams and hallucinations often include water and/or blood; he pulled Hannibal off a cliff into the ocean in a last ditch attempt to kill them both; etc. The story of Achilles also has lots of water-related motifs since Achilles’s mother, Thetis, is a sea nymph/goddess of water.

Hannibal didn’t become overtly vicious and violent toward the Great Red Dragon until he threatened to kill (and then actually stabbed) Will. Then he went totally feral and (literally) ripped Dolarhyde’s throat out. This reminds me of Achilles losing his mind and killing then mutilating Hector after Hector killed Patroclus.

Steve/Bucky:

Steve and Bucky have the “legendary beloved heroic superhuman soldier” and “childhood friend turned war companion” parallel down to a T. Steve is like Achilles: he is a born soldier who wants to fight for his country, starting out idealistic and becoming worn down and jaded by war over time. Bucky is far more reluctant to go to war but follows Steve back onto the battlefield because he believes in Steve and wants to keep him safe—especially from his own reckless righteousness. This is very similar to Patroclus’s desire to follow Achilles to war mostly out of a desire to protect and guide him away from his self-destructive, hot-headed tendencies.

Just as Patroclus put on Achilles’s armor to fight (and die) in his place on the battlefield, Bucky picks up and wields Steve’s shield just before he falls off the train to his apparent death.

Steve starts out saying that he doesn’t want to kill anybody, but after Bucky “dies”, he vows not to stop until every member of Hydra is either killed or captured. This is similar to Achilles’s reaction to Patroclus’s death, where he goes mad with grief and kills everyone in his path to get to Hector, who he then violently kills.

Additionally, after killing Hector, Achilles continues to fight recklessly until someone kills him. Similarly, Steve keeps fighting to stop Hydra but ultimately goes down with the aircraft carrying the bombs, allowing himself to drown/freeze. There’s probably ways he could have gotten out of that situation, but instead he kind of just gives in and lets himself “die” (at least that’s my interpretation).

The Captain America movies also have some interesting water imagery. Bucky falls to his “death” in a ravine, most likely falling into the frozen stream. Steve “drowns” after he crashes the plane into the ocean; in The Winter Soldier, Steve falls from the helicarrier into the Potomac, and Bucky jumps in after him. Again, the story of Achilles also contains water-related motifs due to Achilles’s mother being a sea nymph; I’m sure I could write an entire essay about these parallels before I figure out how to verbalize why this is interesting, but I’m too lazy to right now lol.

Arthur/Merlin:

Again, just like with Steve and Bucky, this is an obvious case of “famous royal golden hero of legends” and “less well-known but ultimately extremely important companion who follows him to war”. Like Achilles and Patroclus, Arthur and Merlin meet before Arthur is a famous warrior and become friends long before the “big war” that ultimately tears them apart.

Arthur and Achilles might be the famous warriors, but Merlin and Patroclus are the kind-hearted, brave, fiercely loyal companions who serve both as a fellow warrior on the battlefield, and as a moral compass. Just as Achilles looks to Patroclus for advice and as a tether to the humility and importance of humanity in the face of a great destiny, Arthur looks to Merlin.

Both Patroclus and Merlin seem at first to be ordinary men who (in the eyes of most casual observers) aren’t worthy of Achilles/Arthur’s friendship. However, they both become legendary figures of their own, without whom their legendary heroic counterparts would never have survived.

As I mentioned in the section about Hannibal and Will, the theme of hiding and revealing identities is very important in the story of Achilles and Patroclus. One of the biggest plot points in Merlin is that Merlin can’t reveal that he has magic; he doesn’t do so until the last episode, once Arthur has been mortally wounded.

Just as Patroclus always believed that Achilles would live up to his great destiny, Merlin always believed in Arthur. And even though Arthur didn’t know about Merlin’s true potential and role in his rise to the throne, Arthur believed that Merlin was one of the best, most courageous men he’d ever met. This reminds me o Achilles referring to Patroclus as Philtatos (in The Song of Achilles), meaning “best of men”.

In an inverted parallel, Arthur is the one who is stabbed and ultimately dies. Although Achilles does eventually die in war, it isn’t until after Patroclus dies. It is then implied that they will eventually meet again someday, just as Achilles and Patroclus would meet again in the afterlife after their ashes were mingled together.

Dean/Cas:

In this relationship, Dean is very much the “reckless hero with a pre-ordained-by-the-gods destiny who is actually very flawed and carries a lot of self-doubt” and Cas is the “companion with a heart of gold who is almost embarrassingly devoted to the hero and will do anything for him”.

For Dean/Cas, there is also the parallel of struggling with a toxic parental figure who demands too much while also being emotionally absent and manipulative. For Dean, this is John Winchester, and for Achilles, this is Thetis. Cas also struggles with his relationship with his father (who is literally God lmao) and his desire to be a good soldier vs. his desire to do what’s right and to protect the man he loves.

Patroclus strives to help Achilles see that he’s more than just a weapon, and Cas and Dean both do this for each other: Dean helps Cas realize that he’s more than just another emotionless soldier of heaven, and Cas helps Dean realize he’s more than “daddy’s blunt instrument” (the phrasing of which I will still be laughing at in my grave. Thanks, CW.)

Dean’s godly destiny as Michael’s vessel is determined before he’s even born. Achilles’s godly destiny is also determined before he’s born, and neither one really has any say in it.

Patroclus ultimately dies in Achilles’s place, and Cas does the same for Dean many times. When Cas decides to help Dean escape heaven and try to save Sam and stop the apocalypse, he sacrifices himself to help Dean get away. Of the many times Cas puts his life on the line, it’s usually either to help Dean, or to save him. This is reminiscent of how Patroclus did almost everything not in the name of winning the war, or even the greater good (although he was obviously a good person), but to protect Achilles and keep him from getting himself killed.

Whenever Cas is dead, Dean’s mental health visibly deteriorates. He becomes more violent and unpredictable—a worse version of himself—just as Achilles did after Patroclus died.

Just as Patroclus acts as a tether to humanity for Achilles, Cas and Dean both act as tethers to humanity for each other. Cas pulls Dean out of Hell, restoring his humanity, and Dean helps Cas shrug off his emotionless angel identity and find some humanity of his own.

TLDR: Reckless blonde hero (or villain) with a legendary destiny/reputation and badass fighting skills + their viciously loyal brunette companion-slash-lover who's willing to die for them at a moment's notice = good shipping material

#i literally can't help myself literary parallels are my favorite thing #hannigram #stevebucky #merthur #destiel #stucky #patrochilles #hannibal #merlin #spn #supernatural #tsoa #patroclus and achilles #literary parallels #meta #kind of #artemis speaks #long post

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themanwhomadeamonster · 2 years ago

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1-30 for the art ask 😂

But honestly, please pick out whatever questions you want!! I’d love to know!!

HAHA THANKS you underestimate my need to talk about myself 😌✨ tis quite long so i put it under a read more

1-6 has been answered here and ask game can be found here!

7. A medium of art you don’t work in but appreciate

oil painting! i tried to get into it but couldn’t wrap my head around it lmao. also paints/brushes were expensive + i don’t have great ventilation in my house :’)

8. What’s an old project idea that you’ve lost interest in

SO MANY. usually it’s less lost interest and more I can’t show this to anyone so what’s the point of trying to polish it LOL

i do have an old character design i’ve always been trying to revive but idk what to put them in

9. What are your file name conventions

this was the name of one of my wbn drawings :^)

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

dresses! nothing that clings to the body bc i can’t draw folds :’)))

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

of courseeee usually what fits what I’m drawing. edgy stuff I listen to heavier or classical music, silly stuff I listen to more upbeat music, and if I’m drawing jack in a dress then rammstein apparently xD

12. Easiest part of body to draw

hands and arms so so much HAHA

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn’t your thing

uhh i know i have some but they don’t come to mind rn xD

14. Any favorite motifs

mmmmm hands i think, they can tell so much about something \(^o^)/

15. *Where* do you draw (don’t drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

on my bed. not a good habit lmao. i don’t usually draw in public bc i’m too shy. the closest i get to drawing with other people is on a shared drawpile canvas

16. Something you are good at but don’t really have fun doing

uhhhh nothing lmao. i don’t think i’m good at any particular aspect of art, and the only thing i hate doing is backgrounds which i suck at to begin with <3

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

noooooo because then my canvas or tablet gets dirty :(

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you’ve broken

zero B) how many i’ve lost however is another can of worms though

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

cloudsssss <3 very relaxing to blend shapes

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

hands apparently? they’re definitely difficult at first but they can provide so much gesture and action to a figure that they’re almost like my crutch LOL

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

really meticulous line works - pointillism, calligraphy, lineart, etc. i don’t have the patience nor skill for it, but they’re all so beautifulllll mwah mwah

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

i do the thing where you bend your wrist back and forth mainly. doesn’t rly help though since it’s my posture that’s the problem so it’s my shoulders that hurt after askdhskdfhkd

23. Do you use different layer modes

yeessss mostly just multiply so i can see my sketch layer + accent shadows but otherwise i eyeball the colours/values

24. Do your references include stock images

yessss, anything that helps me understand what i’m trying to draw!

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

dark souls and castlevania goddamn it. they’re pretty but they’re not where i get my influences lmao

26. What’s a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

some of my sfw stuff has been mistaken for p0rn before 😭😭

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

less warm up and more do rly quick thumbnails of ideas i have so i don’t have to keep redoing my ideas :’))) if i’m drawing irl faces i usually do warmups bc i have less opportunities to be careless lol

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

i’ve been in around 7 zines I think? one of them was my uni art club’s zine which just got delivered yesterday actually! i helped manage the zine project and the final product looked really good! i’ve also participated in secret santas and hopefully the one for wbn goes through as well! :D

29. Media you love, but doesn’t inspire you artistically

the elder scrolls. i love the series but it feels artistically bland T_T i do like the architecture of elsweyr and the black marsh though.

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

none i’m happy with any attention anything gets LMAO

#thanks for the full list ask LOL this was fun hehe #ask game

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whisperingrockers · 4 years ago

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would u. i dunno. perhaps articulate some thots on toh infinity train au 😳 if u can

HM. i will do my best. but...i dont really know how to organize my thoughts. i guess i should probably just start with the characters and go from there, huh. also in this particular au these characters don’t actually take the place of tulip, lake, jesse, grace, etc- i think they’re all just there under different circumstances.

Luz

okay so we’ll start with Luz because. she’s the main character, y’know. very important. i think the catalyst that brings her to the train is her mother signing her up for Reality Check summer camp because as a creative it’s just! disheartening to have someone you love tell you that you’re not going to make it in this world if you don’t conform to what everyone else wants. so of course when a huge mysterious locomotive suddenly pulls up to the bus stop you KNOW luz gets on, no hesitation. after all, isn’t that something right out of a sci-fi adventure novel?

unlike tulip, luz is THRILLED to find herself on some unknowable train where each car is a new adventure just waiting to happen, where there are always new friends to make, new places to see, and tons of puzzles to solve? she’s made to feel like the protagonist right out one of her fave animes.

also, really important to note that her number is probably tied to how she relates to the other passengers on the train. i feel like there’s an overarching theme in the show about how luz is going through a lot of firsts when it comes to interpersonal relationships, especially friendships, so i wanted to keep that going in this au- i imagine her number goes up when she finds her friends tapes and convinces them to watch with her because this is obviously the easiest and most straightforward way to get to know them! (luz poppin that bad boy into a vcr player: this mama is ready for trauma!)

realized how wordy this is going to be LOL

Eda

hough so this is a human au also (i assume? infinity train world really do be existing in some limbo state of reality where your reflection can just up and ditch you). i see her as a jack of all trades, master of none type, with a lean towards perfumes and handmade soaps that she sells at fairs or farmers markets and also pickpocketing. i think she sees something that reminds her of the life she used to have/would have had before lilith [redacted because i do not know what she DID yet but on GOD we will have canon continuity] and that drives her to get on the next train headed anywhere.

her number is tied to how much she allows herself to open up; the more she uses her salesman cover to keep others at arms length, the higher her number goes, which is why it’s so important for her to team up with King and Luz; they help her open up and be more honest with herself.

King

king is actually a denizen of the train in this au; i love him too much to turn him into a real ass dog, so i wont. eda meets him in a car full of plush toys, which he refers to lovingly as his army of the damned. i almost want to hold off on writing up any more for him because i know there’s more to king’s character than meets the eye. still torn between eda trying to bring him off the train with her or having him realize that the whole TRAIN is HIS KINGDOM, and all its passengers loyal peons who need their mighty rulers HELP, for without him they would PERISH.

for now though eda sees him and is immediately like get over here (reaching emoji)

Willow

willow is a tough one for me because in all honesty having your longtime friend tell you out of the blue that they can’t be friends with you anymore would be enough to send me packing to the train, but with willow i think it’s less about amity and more about how the fallout between them affects her social and academic success. the frustration reaches a tipping point that has her running out of the classroom and finding the train.

and yes, willow is a very sensible, bright girl, but she was also SO ready to trick the principle and steal from the emperor for her friend so i don’t think getting on a mystery train is wholly out of the question for her, y’know?

There’s a lot about repression in the way willow deals with things generally, so her number is tied to passivity. the more she allows others to infringe on her personal boundaries to keep them placated, the higher her number goes. when she stands up for herself to others (sometimes even her friends!) the number goes up. willow x agency and clear limitations is my otp

Gus

gus was actually a SUPER easy one for me we know so much about him from the episodes he’s been in; he’s an overachiever, he’s passionate about what he loves, he’s a natural showman, and he is constantly pushing himself to be the best that he can be, all the time. the hustle doesn’t STOP for gus, and i...i...(tears up)

anyways, i think the thing that draws him to the train is getting suddenly ousted from the club he formed at school. he’s young, and having everyone you had assumed were your friends turn their back on you and throw you out of the space that you CREATED FOR THEM would be shocking to anyone, but it broke gus’ heart clean in two. after he’d picked his bag and himself up off the hallway floor, he’d left the building in a daze, not even realizing as he boarded the train door that had suddenly opened up in front of him until it was too late.

i’m actually going to go so far as to say that gus would likely be the one MOST interested in the truth of the train- he’d be asking the tough questions, like what is the purpose of the train? who made it and its technology? where does it exist that it can be both at his school and also speeding across a barren desert landscape at the same time? How does it create sentient lifeforms? the train helps him discover a new passion; journalism. he finds a journal that speaks to him as a friend and advisor in one of the trains, and he takes careful note of everything that happens to and around him. by the time he meets up with willow, he’s got so many ideas and theories that the other girl would have never thought to consider until that very moment.

idk what his number relates to because he’s perfect the way he is but if i had to take a shot in the dark it probably has something to do with finding somewhere he feels he can belong, as well as being able to mourn and let go of the people he’d considered his friends before he’d gotten on the train.

sorry this is so long i just have a lot of . gus feelings.

Amity ( + Edric + Emira )

lumping these whites together

okay so nobody wants to hear me talk about blight angst there are 800 posts about blight angst, so long story short the three siblings run away, get into an argument with each other, amity ditches them for the train while they’re asleep, and the twins panic and chase after her, determined to find her because in the end they’re all they’ve got.

‘next stop: amity blight’

i think it’d be a cool journey to see the three of them going from ‘we need to be together out of necessity’ to ‘we need to be together because we love each other, and that genuine support structure will pull us through when everything else fails.’ but in order for that to happen they all have to have their own journey, so at some point edric and emira finally get into a spat and that’s enough to get edric and emira stuck on opposite ends of a retracting bridge. send that mans to the BACK of the train.

emira: my greatest fear is being stuck with edric forever emira: (gets separated from edric) emira: haha wait please say psyche

amity’s number is definitely tied to her fear of failure, of not being enough for the people she holds closest to her- in this case her siblings, and then lilith, and then luz when they finally meet. when she acts without concern for what the people around her think and when she sticks up for what she knows is right, even when the majority is against her, her number goes down.

for ed and em im...i don’t want to think about their feelings because they’re supposed to be clowns but i am forced to consider that they may be jealous of their sisters independence. also separating them means they both have to take responsibility for all their own actions and choices, which is probably pretty new for the twins.

Lilith

im out of energy actually znzzzsnsz uh. estranged sister who sees something that reminds her of the relationship she used to have and she’s not actually as over it as she thought so the train....she..hghrg

#toh #the owl house

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ducktracy · 5 years ago

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This might be a dumb ask, but how did you learn to recognize which looney tunes shorts were animated or were worked on by specific animators and directors. I know credits exists, but I also know that sometimes the directors and animators were not credited. So how are you able to recognize who made which, just by looking at pictures or clips?

NOT DUMB AT ALL!! i’m hardly an expert on this, i actually couldn’t be more far removed LOL. i still have a lot to learn and i learn everyday, which is the exciting thing!

mainly, it’s training your eye. watching so many cartoons and picking up styles and movements and quirks to the point that it becomes second nature.

here’s some rod scribner frames—he’s probably the easiest to spot (and he’s my favorite animator). his style transcends the three units presented here: clampett, dalton/howard (he actually worked mainly under hardaway/dalton. he was the dude who animated porky saying son of a bitch, which is the hardaway/dalton style), and avery. lots of wrinkles, exaggerated movements, big gummy teeth. his animation is extremely loose and wild and you pick up on his style right away

another easy one for me is bob clampett—probably some favoritism in there because he’s my favorite director LOL. he draws eyes in a very specific way, and also the way his characters move is very similar. if you watch these storyboards he did himself for one of his cartoons, you’ll see the style lines up

phil monroe’s yet another easy one for me, especially with porky. porky’s a good muse because he has so much room on his face and body that it’s easier to tell where those quirks are. phil typically does the puffy cheeks and will often draw thick eyebrows—another quirk i’ve noticed is that sometimes he draws daffy with chicken legs (like lines on his legs). i think of identifying animators as putting together a big puzzle

what’s ALSO saved me is that there are some GREAT people out there who make animation reels. you can go on youtube and type in “rod scribner animation” or “ben washam animation” or “norm mccabe animation” and so on and there are great people out there who compile animation reels together! some are more accurate than others, but they’re a WORRRRRRLD of help and have saved my ass multiple times

sometimes you can find animation breakdowns online too! here are some breakdowns for a gruesome twosome and one meat brawl, two of my favorite cartoons.

if you’re really lucky, sometimes you’ll be able to spot an x-sheet/animation draft like this one from get rich quick porky, where all of the animators are layed out for ya. norm is norm mccabe, bobe is bobe cannon, chuck is chuck jones, jack is john carey, bill and jerry are bill hammer and jerry hathcock, and so forth. this is ALSO helpful because you can use this as a cheat sheet for your puzzle when watching other cartoons — “oh, norm mccabe animated this scene, and THIS scene here looks a lot like THAT scene, so this must be his animation” and so on

as for directors, most of the time their names are credited in the opening credits, but for the rare occasions they aren’t (usually this is their last cartoon that their “successor” finished, like frank tashlin’s final cartoon, hare remover, is uncredited—bob mckimson, who inherited his unit, also worked on it). you can still often tell though as a result of the animator credits: art davis and cal dalton receive credits, and they were both part of tashlin’s unit

mainly though, the directors’ styles are VERY distinct from one another. i’m running out of photo room but it’s just another one of those things that you learn. friz freleng’s characters look “pointier” if that makes sense, particularly the way the eyes are drawn, chuck jones’ characters are softer and cuter, bob mckimson’s characters have tiny eyes and big jowls and are typically “uglier” (but funnier), and so on

THIS GOT LONG but i hope this at least helps SOMEWHAT!! i’ll make this even longer by supplying you with animation reels:

ben washam

manny perez

don williams

bill melendez

ken harris

art davis

bobe cannon

phil monroe

dick bickenbach

lloyd vaughan

irv spence

basil davidovich

virgil ross

chuck jones

rod scribner

manny gould

ken champin

paul smith

cal dalton

#HOPE THIS HELPS!#long post #ref #analysis #anonymous

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anotherwellkeptsecret · 5 years ago

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Alrighty. Time to type up my surgery and recovery experience.

When I got my pacemaker two years ago, I spent a year (almost exactly) drawing a comic called Change of Pace, which helped me kinda process what happened to me. You can read the comic here if you’re interested. It’s largely all true, aside from the love story part. Tsk.

I don’t think I’m going to be drawing out this experience. It was completely different. I’ve been expecting a surgery of this nature since I was nineteen, when I was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease. So, in a way, this stint in the hospital was harder, more personal. The pacemaker was an emergency. The colon resection was some time coming. Not as much trauma, really. Not as much confusion about what was happening and why. But I still feel like telling the story, purging it from my mind.

I was scheduled for surgery on Monday, the 18th of November. I took off work that Friday so I could have my pre-op bloodwork done and I also took off Sunday so I could start the colon prep. If you don’t know what a colon prep is, God bless you. You basically drink a crap ton (lol) of laxative and spend all night pooping until you poop clear. The easiest version is the Miralax version. If you have to have a colonoscopy, ask for the Miralax. I promise, you don’t want the Go-Lightly.

The day before prep, my friend took me climbing in Memphis to keep my mind off of things. We also went to IKEA. It was helpfully distracting. I had Swedish meatballs.

I was meant to “technically” start the prep at midnight Saturday by not eating anything until surgery on Monday. Beginning to drink the Miralax sometime around noon on Sunday. I didn’t get that far.

I got righteously sick Saturday night. My back was killing me and I was very nauseous and dizzy. I knew what was going on even before I started throwing up. I had a bowel obstruction. The second one in my life. I’d had one once before in March and jeeze. It hurt like a son of a bitch. I’m not sure if every bowel obstruction feels the same way, but mine certainly did. If you find yourself having these symptoms, please go to the ER. Bowel obstructions are no joke. You can go septic, which is incredibly dangerous.

Nausea, feeling like you’re going to pass out, vomiting bile, severely upset stomach, cold sweats, and my back was aching something awful. I assume it was because my stomach was cramping so badly, my back muscles were spasming.

I live with my mother. Have done since I’ve been getting sick so regularly. I woke her up and she took me to the hospital.

The first time I had a bowel obstruction, I thought something was wrong with my heart. (The cold sweats, the nausea.) They rushed me to the back immediately. This time, I knew it was an obstruction, not my heart, and I said as much. They don’t tend to be in as much of a hurry when you don’t mention your heart. Didn’t realize that. I’m also not entirely sure they were convinced I did have a bowel obstruction. I’m sure plenty of people walk into an ER saying random stuff for random reasons, but yeah. I was very slowly processed. I remember them taking my blood pressure and because it wasn’t high at all, I imagine they thought I was full of shit. Figuratively, not literally. Because I was, literally. Whatever.

My blood pressure normally runs very low. I can also take a lot of pain, because I’m on a first name basis with pain. They didn’t take my pain seriously because my blood pressure wasn’t high, I guess. Not my fault I’m a badass.

I sat in the waiting room until I started vomiting bile again. I also pooped all over myself in the processes. Which I didn’t think you could do if you were obstructed, but you live and you learn!

That’s when they got in a hurry. I was making a huge mess.

They got me a paper gown and I cleaned myself up as best as I could before the CAT scan, which proved I was, in fact, obstructed.

So there I was, in the ER, very very early on the Sunday morning before my surgery Monday. I was admitted and my doctor contacted. Since the surgery was so close at hand, they agreed it was best to wait until the scheduled time to do the surgery. I’d stopped vomiting so there was no need for an NG tube this time. Those things suck.

Got admitted. Got a room. Tried to sleep. My surgeon came in and we talked. Got everything situated. At one point my mother told me there was a girl down the hall who’d just had a colon resection if I wanted to talk to her. She was sitting int he hallway with her sisters, eating her dinner. Poor thing had been in the hospital for almost a month.

I spoke with her a bit. I’m not entirely sure what happened. Whether it was nerves or if I was hurting, but I almost passed out in the hallway. I hadn’t experienced anything of that nature since I had my pacemaker put in. The whole point of the pacemaker was to prevent me from passing out altogether. But I didn’t pass out so...I suppose that means it’s working?

I also pooped on myself that night while I slept. First time that’d ever happened. It was then I knew that I’d literally gone as long as I could before I needed surgery. I couldn’t wait any more. I’d been so stressed out over in the idea that I maybe didn’t need the surgery. That I was being pitiful and my case wasn’t that bad. I could tough it out if I really wanted. I realized what a dumbass I was for thinking those thoughts, but hindsight is 20/20.

Monday dawned and surgery rolled around. Took forever. I was basically watching the clock tick the minutes by until transport fetched me. I was wheeled down to pre-op where they gave me a hair net. I don’t remember getting a hair net for the pacemaker surgery.

I signed some paperwork and a lady told me she was going to get me ready. She said she was going to give me a nerve block in my stomach. I was like, “Cool, right on.” Until I saw the needle.

Holy fuck. That needle.

“You’re going to give me that when I’m asleep, right?”

“I’m going to give you some ‘I don’t care’ juice.”

“Oh, thank God. I probably won’t remember this then.”

“Probably not.”

In went the ‘I don’t care’ juice. I got really dizzy.

They swabbed my belly with iodine.

They prepped the needle.

I was still very much awake.

I said, “Guys...” Because at this point there were several people standing over me. Like five. “...I’m still cognizant.”

Yeah, I used the word cognizant. That’s how fucking cognizant I was.

Not sure if they heard me. Or if they replied. I was really dizzy.

In went the needle.

And ow. OW.

In went the needle again. One stick on each side of my belly.

The ‘I don’t care’ juice must have been working in some way because while I remember the pain, I don’t remember the panic. I certainly would have panicked if I didn’t have that juice pumping through me. So that was a thing.

I fell asleep soon thereafter. Couldn’t have been like...a minute earlier? Really?

I remember waking up in recovery with the pacemaker. I remember the pressure, the nurse asking me questions. I remember being wheeled back to my room. I don’t remember jack shit about recovery after the colon resection. I don’t remember being wheeled back to my room. I apparently asked for my mom, but I don’t remember doing that either.

I do remember, however, turning over on my side. Because ouch. But I did it anyway and kept doing it because I’m a determined asshole. Monday night was very hazy. I was high as fuck, probably.

Tuesday: Not a good day. I was in a lot of pain. They gave me hydros, but the hydros weren’t touching it. Felt like I was taking Tylenol. And I have a very very VERY low tolerance for pain meds. They wouldn’t give me any morphine because my blood pressure was too low. (Again, badass?? Maybe?? IDK man my blood pressure just runs really low.) Which makes sense, because that’s dangerous, but I was in agony. I begged for morphine. I pleaded with the nurse to give me morphine. She would not.

My mother got angry. I’m not one to complain. And my threshold for pain is admittedly pretty stout. I was hurting and no one was doing anything to help. My mother got ANGRY.

I think they must’ve finally given me some morphine, but I don’t remember. Morphine also didn’t help. Didn’t even make a dent in the pain I was feeling. They kept giving me hydros every couple of hours to no avail. I remember I asked for a heating pad for my back. Barely. The nurse did give me one, but said I could only have it for an hour? Very fuzzy.

The tech forgot to...do something with my catheter because my urine got everywhere. The nurse that found me like that called the floor manager. I hated to, but I did report that my pain wasn’t kept in check. I was hurting so badly I actually reported one of the nurses. The one that wouldn’t give me morphine. I felt horrible about it, but I was also nearly in tears I hurt so bad.

Hell, the pain was so intense at one point my mother called my family. Like, they thought something was wrong. Very very wrong. The doctor called for some kind of scan while I was in bed. They put a board behind my back. I was writhing, I remember. My family gathered in the hospital to see me in case I had to go back to surgery. In case I wasn’t going to do well.

It was scary.

The next set of nurses figured out the problem when the scan revealed nothing out of the ordinary. My back was spasming. Horribly. When I sat up and they felt of me, they were shocked to find my back riddled with knots. It felt like knuckles underneath my skin. The new nurses got me some hella icy hot with pain killer and rubbed me down.

It helped tremendously. My back stopped freaking out, which gave my abdominal muscles time to rest.

At last, I wasn’t hurting. At last, I slept.

Wednesday and Thursday were spent trying to keep my back under control. At one point I vomited all over my bed due to acid reflux. I paged the nurse to ask for some acid reflux medicine and puked all over the place while I was on the call with her lol.

I never once had any issue with my incision. My entire trouble, the whole time, was from my back. And nausea. And lemme tell ya. Vomiting with a six inch incision on your abdomen? OW.

Getting up and walking? Easy enough. Getting up and going to the bathroom? No problem. Spongebath? Piece of cake. But God my back.

I managed to poop for the doctors. Fantastic.

And finally, finally, I got to have food.

I went from about 5:00PM Saturday to 12:00PM Friday without having anything to eat or drink. I had an IV, and I could eat ice chips if I desperately needed to wet my mouth, but yeah. I hardly had any ice chips. Weird to imagine you can go that long without food and be alright.

I proved I could eat GI soft food on Saturday and they let me go home.

Got my staples removed the following Tuesday. Had some steri strips applied. Just waiting for them to fall off on their own.

And here I am. Just lounging, waiting to get my strength back. It’s much easier to draw after this surgery than the pacemaker one. Thank God. I’m slow moving and my stomach hurts a bit when my contents shift, but other than that I’m doing swimmingly. I can’t lift anything over ten pounds until the new year. Not sure when I’ll be able to drive, either. I’ll find out soon.

This surgery was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Mentally and physically. Mentally because I’ve been struggling with Crohn’s since I was a teenager. I’m 32 now. Half my life I’ve been at war with my own body, drowning in the pain it leashes on itself. It’s been a long road. I hope this spells the end of it. Or at least, the rest of the journey is all downhill.

I’ve lost a lot of weight. I’m trying not to think about it too much. I’ll gain it back. Just takes time.

#personal #medical #tw pain #tw medical #recovery #crohn's disease #colon resection

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somethinwickedthiswayrides · 5 years ago

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Also what if reader had wings? They hide them under a big coat no matter the temperature and they’re super afraid of someone seeing and trying to kill them or cut them off, so when Micah or someone is making fun of them for wearing a big coat in 65 degree (Fahrenheit) weather, he rips the coat off and reveals the wings, thus the reader is horrified and preparing for the worst.. how does the gang react?

Oh~! Magic, cryptids, and myths are my WEAKNESS! I love it! I really do.

I had to raise the temp a bit cause at 65 I’m still under a winter coat, like, nope, too cold.

I THINK I remembered everyone? I think. :|

Small bit of story in the beginning and then it just unravels into headcanons. lol

As always, implied female, but I think I avoided the pronoun game, so gender neutral?

Everyone was super worried about you, according to the thermometer it was a bit over 70 degrees, plus it was a bit humid which just made the heat worse.

But you absolutely refused to come out from under that thick trench coat, despite being flushed, drinking water like it was going out of style, and being completely drenched in sweat.

A few tried to gently coax you out, like Charles, Arthur, Hosea, Lenny, Kieran, Mary-Beth, Tilly, ect. But each time you just said you were fine with a sweet smile.

Others, namely John, Bill, Dutch, Karen, Susan, Abigail, Pearson, Javier, Sean, ect. all just yelled at you to just take the damn coat off already, you were clearly miserable.

Sean, John, and Bill all tried to grab the coat but you just flinched and scurried off like a frightened rabbit.

Micah had sat back and watched everyone else try and get the coat off of you, and he began to wonder what could make you force yourself into misery just to hide.

Were you hiding money or jewelry? Nah, that'd be the kind of thing to hide in your tent.

Terrible scarring? Wouldn't normal clothes cover that up?

Physical deformities? Seems like the most likely but even that's doubtful.

Whatever it was, he was going to get to the bottom of it.

He waiting until you were nice and distracted, brushing down one of the horses. Before sneaking up behind you and grabbing your coat by the collar to try and yank the offending cloth off.

The scream you let out alerts the entire camp and scares off the horses as you struggle to keep on your coat, hoping that someone comes and pries Micah off before your secret is revealed.

Thankfully as soon as Arther saw, after literally everyone in camp came running, he picked up the pace to try and pry Micah off of you.

As Micah and Arthur yelled at each other about this, all while Micah was still trying to rip off your coat, your arms and shoulders were burning fiercely, the heat having taken it's toll to make you a bit weaker than you should have been, and with how hard Micah was tugging you were sure your arms would give out before Arthur gets him off you.

There was a tiny little voice in the back of your head asking if it would really be so bad if they found out you had wings. They had been nothing if not kind to you. But as always the screams of your parents drowned out the voice.

'They'll kill you'

'They'll cut them clean off!'

'They'll rip them out and leave you to die alone.'

The screams in your head combined with the burning ache of your arms were enough to bring tears to your eyes.

Charles was storming his way over to help with Micah, when Arthur gave the man a hard shove, knocking him to the ground, and thanks to your arms giving out at that exact time, he took your coat with him.

Your wings flexed around you before opening up to their full span, and flapping slightly to create a cool breeze and to try and dry off the damp feathers.

For a moment you were lost of the euphoric pleasure of finally stretching your wings out for the first time in who knows how long, groaning slightly as you felt the joins popping and the cool breeze on your overheated skin.

Everyone around you was, well, shocked would be probably the easiest answer. Nearly everyone's mouths had dropped open at the sight of your wings, the camp drunks looked at the alcohol in their hands and decided they had enough to drink for the night. The more religious members dropped to their knee's and sent up a prayer for sending them not only the sweetest person they knew but a literal angel.

Micah and Arthur in particular were watching, fascinated, as the muscles in your back, which they could see due to a clearly custom made backless shirt, were flexing to help move your wings.

Arthur was the one who snapped you back to reality when he reached out to gently rub his knuckles against the drying feathers, the gentle movement caused a loud gasp as your wings snapped back to press tightly to your back.

You caught sight of everyone staring at you, confused, surprised, and maybe a little insulted that you kept this from them. And you began to panic, hard, already looking for an escape route encase things go bad. Everyone saw that you were scared and panicking.

Arthur tried to reach out to you to calm you but you harshly flinched away slowly backing away from him in pure distress. Charles tried as well, with a similar result, only now you were gripping your arms as your breathing started to hitch.

Hosea picked up pretty quickly that you were about to have an attack and called your attention onto him, making sure you were watching he removed his weapons, kept his hands in the air where you could clearly see them, and slowly walked over to where you were, calming you and instructing you to take deep breaths.

When Hosea had reached you, you were still shaking like a leaf but your breathing had calmed somewhat. He reached out and pulled you into his chest, one arm around your shoulders, being mindful of your wings, and the other on the small of your back, holding you close while he muttered into your ear that you were safe, no one was going to hurt you here.

Once you had relaxed he guided you into camp to sit you down and have you explain just what the hell was going on. Everyone in camp following and Micah even sheepishly giving you back your coat with a coughed apology.

You omitted the coat cause you were still hot, and hey, they already knew, no point in hiding them now. You cautiously explained that you were actually born with them, you don't know why, your parents didn't know why, the doctors didn't know why. But they didn't cause you pain unless they were, of course, roughly tugged on or got shot.

You grew up with the feeling of your parents were ashamed of having a freak of a child and they used scare tactics on you to keep them hidden, you were never allowed to have them out unless you were alone at home.

While everyone was trying to figure out about how they felt about them, sweet little baby Jack came up and asked if he could pet them. Before Abigail could scold him you laughed and turned around on the box and asked him to be gentle as they were rather sensitive.

Micah, well, he wasn't quite sure how to feel, on one hand, holy shit you were a freak! On the other hand though, they were cool as hell. So he wasn't sure what to feel, though, he'd catch you later on at night and give you a proper apology and MAYBE ask if he could pet your wings, he just wants to know if their as soft as they look.

Arthur would take to them rather quick, all the crazy nonsense he's seen, to find out that one of their own had wings, yeah, this was just par for the course. Sketches, sketches, and more sketches, he will want to draw them a lot, maybe even introduce you to Albert Mason for a photo shoot or Charles Chatenay for a painting if you felt up to it.

Charles wouldn't treat you any different, he liked you before you had wings, why would that change anything? Though now he has to constantly hold back from petting them. He also feels kind of bad wearing feathers in his hair, and you just tell him it's fine, even pulling out a feather from your own wing for him to wear.

Sean, Lenny, and Mary-Beth love them! After the initial shock these three love to pet and bury their face in the feathers. If you feel something moving in under your wing you have a one in three chance of it being Lenny or Mary-Beth looking up at you sheepishly or Sean just nuzzling the inside of your wing like he was a cat.

Javier is a confused one, he loves to pet them but doesn't want to seem to eager. But at the same time how can he resist, especially if it's on one of those really warm days and you move your wings out to create shade. He just really adores them, will most likely call you 'angel' based on this.

Once Bill got used to you having wings he started fluffing your hair and grabbing at the empty air above your head. You asked him what he was doing and he simply replied with 'trying to find your halo'.

The rest of the women like them too, if only for how pretty they look and the shade they can provide, Karen was a bit of a harder sell, but she got used to them.

Dutch and Hosea adore them, Dutch making plans nearly revolving about you taking flight to scout ahead under the cover of night, and sometimes Hosea has to reign him in. They both love getting wing hugs from you too. Either by you just wrapping a wing around their side and pulling them close, or fully hugging them then wrapping a wing around their back.

John is... Undetermined, he likes them well enough, they're pretty to look at, though he's still so unnerved about the whole 'winged human' thing, it throws everything he knows into question.

Swanson will keep asking you religious questions, about heaven and god, and you're just like; '???? I don't know???? If I am an angel up in heaven I certainly don't remember any of it.' This disappoints him.

Uncle and Pearson really don't care, you're still you, and as long as it remains so, why should they change their opinion?

Strauss asks so many medical questions, more than half of which you have no idea how to answer. Will surprise you by bringing you some oils to rub into your wings to make them a bit more shiny and waterproof.

Jack continuously asks for rides, usually you gently refuse, but occasionally you will take him out for a flight, and he is a happy boy. Adores curling up into your wings to sleep, they're so warm and comfy.

Kieran, oh Kieran just adores them, you were already one of the nicest in camp to him, and now you are a literal angel in his eyes. If he was any bolder he'd be joining Lenny, Sean, and Mary-Beth in the snuggle fest of your wings. He's probably one of the few you'd trust enough to help you clean them.

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #rdr2 #arthur morgan #micah bell #john marston #Sean Macguire #hosea matthews #dutch van der linde #kieran duffy #bill williamson #lenny summers #mary-beth gaskill #wings #angel?#Somethinwickedthiswayrides #cleverslimepruneeggs

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starrrbitz-movedtonewblog · 5 years ago

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Dark Jack Lancer!!

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Lancers deserves all the love! He is absolutely precious and makes some of the funniest moments in the game. A shame that his dad was a literal tyrant.

He's also the easiest (kinda) to draw! He has super round shapes so it's always a piece of cake, but at the same time is so easy to be mess up. Also can someone help me learn to draw a bike lol??

#i hope he gets adopted by rouxls later on #rouxls kaard #lancer #dark jack lancer #deltarune #my art stuff #tani-animate

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huntertales · 6 years ago

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Part Two: Like Father, Like Son. (Remember the Titans S08E16)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader are stumped when they investigate a possible zombie case where an amnesiac man, simply known as Shane, dies and then revives himself once a day. After Shane is attacked by the goddess Artemis, the reader and the Winchesters realize he’s not a zombie but instead a God, more specifically, Prometheus. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader. Word Count: 7,048.

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Please Note: This is highly unedited. All mistakes are my own and I’ll fix them probably by tomorrow night. i’m slowly starting to realize this episode is making me write way more than normal. I just wanted this part up lol

You and the boys headed back to the motel to figure out exactly what the stranger named Shane was—and how he was able to bring himself back from the dead. There was a few unorthodox methods a hunter used to make sure the stranger they were about to help really wasn't the monster they were trying to track down, using a cheap trick to get into their good graces. The first one was the most painful; Dean ran a very sharp silver blade over Shane's forearm, drawing up blood from the cut he inflicted. The only kind of response you got was a slightly hissing sound at the prickling feeling, no burning of skin or cries of agony from the burning feeling. That ruled out anything with a weakness of silver.

You sprinkled a little bit of Borax over his hand to make sure he wasn't a leviathan when he was distracted by the wound, no sight of more skin burning meant he wasn't any of the creatures the boys faced against during your year of absence. He was almost in the clear, there was just one more test that mattered the most. Dean wiped the blade clean from the bandanna he pulled out from the back of his slacks and put it over Shane's still bleeding wound.

You handed over the flask filled with holy water and ordered him to drink it, ignoring his remark about your tests. Shane cautiously sniffed the contents inside to see what it was, as if he was worried that you were going to poison him. When he smelt nothing, he took a sip of the liquid, only to find out it tasted like water. Good old holy water. Harmless to humans, like acid for demons. He swallowed it down like it was nothing. No smoking, no choking. You grabbed the flask back from him and screwed the top back on, letting out the slightest bit of relief to see that he might be the slightest bit human...ish.

You still didn't understand how he dodged death. It felt like you and the boys were the only lucky ones who managed to snag a "get out of death" free card a few too many times. That's because you knew a few tricks and had friends in high places. Shane seemed like a regular old Joe, someone who didn't know what was going on himself. Which you knew didn’t help you out.

“All right, so, how long has this dying thing been going on?” Dean asked the man, wanting to get some information to wrap his head around what was going on with him.

“As long as I can remember, but my memory only goes back a few years.” Shane said.

"Wait, so now you have amnesia?" You asked. You brow arched up ever so slightly in surprise at the progression of the things you were learning about this man, what little there was of him it seemed like it. "How do you know your name?"

“My real name isn’t Shane. It was given to me because...I don’t know,” The man shrugged, not sure of a better kind of excuse to explain the missing gaps in his memory. “people had to call me something.”

“Okay. So, then,” Sam slowly asked, “what happened to you?”

“Got pulled off a mountain in Europe. They said that I got caught up in an avalanche. I don’t remember anything from before the rescue. When I realized my condition, I knew I couldn’t be around other people, so I built a little cabin, learned to hunt, kept to myself. Seemed easiest that way.” Shane said, telling you the story about the things that he knew. You crossed your arms over your chest and listened to how things seemed quiet enough for him, until he went on with more details about how death never stopped trying. “Then a couple pot growers grew nervous with me being so near their crop. Shot me— twice. I figured it was time to move on.”

“Right into the grille of that pickup.” Dean said, finishing the rest of the story that lead all of you here to this very moment.

Shane fell silent for a moment after clearing up the situation, and telling you much as he knew to all of you. He realized that dying was a rather messy situation. Even with his body healed from all the injuries, he felt the need to get himself more comfortable knowing that he was going to be sticking around in your custody. "You think maybe I could clean up?"

"Yeah, man. Knock yourself out." Dean said, pointing a finger to the open door leading to the bathroom. You stepped out of his way while flashing a small smile, knowing all of this was a lot for Shane to process. You handed back the flask to Sam who tucked it away into the inside pocket of his suit jacket for safekeeping the next time all of you might need it. "Well, that's definitely something."

"Yeah, but maybe he's not the monster." Sam suspected. "Maybe he's the victim."

"You thinking curse?" You curiously asked.

"Could be looking for a witch, yeah." Sam said. You crossed your arms tightly over your chest from the mention of the creature you took down before your hiatus from the trials and hunting. Because the last time you dealt with one ended so well with things. You really didn’t want to go face to face with another one. But if you had to, so be it. Right now you had more pressing matters to worry about, like the revived amnesiac man in your motel room bathroom. "You know what? He's parked here. He's safe. Maybe it's not a bad idea if we get another room and I bunk with him until we can figure this out."

"All right,” Dean agreed with his brother’s plan, thinking it was the best option you had. Only on one condition. “but you're the one going full-cavity for the hex bag."

You couldn't help yourself when you cracked the smallest of a smile from the burden thrown at Sam to figure out exactly why Shane was unsuspectable to death like a normal person. You stepped over to the younger man and gave him a supportive pat on the shoulder from the suggestion of who might be to blame backfired in his face. He didn't seem the least bit amused like you and his brother were. You headed off back to your own motel room when the discomfort of the heels matched with your dress pants became too much. First things first, you needed to change into some pants that could let you breathe freely. And then it was time to figure out the strange case of Shane and his immunity to dying.

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Later into the evening you were back in your own motel room lying on the bed with your laptop propped up on your outstretched legs and Dean by your side, occupying himself by watching some TV to pass the time. Sam took the table after Shane fell asleep, deciding to be polite and crash in your room to do some research before wanting to get some shuteye himself. You and Sam were doing your own separate research to find some sort of answer to figure out what was going on here. So far you were find a whole lot of jack squat, but you were determined to get your answer. It was out there somewhere, and if anyone could find it, you could.

While you were scrolling through your latest search that didn't seem like much compared to the rest of the websites you checked out, the information you were reading was enough to keep your attention and forget about the voices coming from the TV you barely could hear. It was when you got to an interesting part of the article you were reading that a noise broke your concentration, and jump slightly out of Dean's embrace he had around your shoulders at the unexpected banging noises that caught you off guard. You heard another noise just a few seconds later, making you realize it was coming from the motel room next to yours. The one Sam was supposed to be sharing with Shane, who was supposed to be fast asleep.

You furrowed your brow in confusion from the noises you were hearing, pushing your laptop off to the bed and swinging your legs around so you were sitting on the side. Dean turned off the TV and immediately jumped to his feet, grabbing the knife he had stashed underneath his pillow for emergencies like this. Sam shut his own laptop and slowly stood up when the noises went on and growing even louder. You lingered behind in your own motel room when the boys decided to check things out and figure out what was making all the noises.

You made sure not to be a sitting duck if things went south, you grabbed Dean’s pistol from the duffel bag and made sure it was loaded like always and ready for whoever might come your way. Maybe Shane accidentally stumbled his way through the motel room, it was pretty dark at this time of night. But you had a feeling that wasn’t the real reason. It never was that simple when you were on hunts like this. You always had to be cautious with danger lurking all around.

Dean opened up the door to the motel room to stumble upon a sight he wasn’t expecting; a woman dressed all in black fighting with Shane, who seemed to have some moves from what the man could see in the darkness. He decided to take his shot against the stranger, welding up the knife after he saw she had one of her own that she was trying to use against Shane. Dean was no amateur when it came to fighting, but he only lasted a few seconds, not even able to throw a few punches before he lost his footing after the woman tripped him, making him fall right on his back. Sam headed into the room to try and intervene, but it seemed what him and his brother were going up against wasn't human.

You remained by the window with the curtain drew back sightly what was going on in the next room over. So far all you were hearing was more noises and banging sounds, no clue as to how things were progressing. You remained vigilant with the gun by your side and finger on the trigger, ready to do what you needed in order to keep yourself and the boys safe. When you peered out closer to the window when you heard the noises grow louder, you noticed something go flying out the door, making you curious as to what it was. When you peered closer to the window, you looked down at the sidewalk to see something lying on the floor. It took you only a second to realize what it was, or should you say who.

“Sammy!” You called out the younger man’s name in a panicked voice when you saw it was him who was lying on the concrete after being thrown out by some kind of force. You headed over to him, crouching down to make sure he was all right. Besides the unexpected twist in events, he seemed all right, enough for the both of you to figure out who the hell Shane was fighting.

You followed behind Sam when he headed back to the motel room to see Shane was fighting the woman again, matching with her rather impressive fighting skills that were no match against someone like him. You watched as the both of them ducked it out, blocking each thrown punch and kick, Shane dodging the knife she had when she attempted to use it against him. Shane somehow managed to grab the knife and twist her arm in an angle that made her cry out from pain, sending her to stumble forward. And in some swift and smooth motion, Shane threw the woman against the wall, pointing the knife against her throat, having a question for her all of you had been thinking yourselves.

“Who are you?” Shane demanded to know.

The woman didn’t flinch from the feeling of the blade against her cheek, or break her eye contact with Shane while she stared at him. It was four against one. But she wasn’t sticking around long enough to see were things could go. She slowly wrapped her fingers around Shane’s wrist, telling him exactly who she was. “Now I’m your worst enemy.”

And just like that, all of you watched as she moved her grasp to the knife, letting herself and the weapon disappear into a puff of smoke. You stepped inside the room now that the coast was clear, your mind was suddenly running with too many questions that demanded to be answered from what you just witnessed. The only one you managed to get out was, “Who the hell was that?”

Shane seemed baffled much as you were from what just went down. He felt himself too out of breath to answer your question, he inhaled a few deep ones before admitting the only truth he knew for sure. “She—She said she knew me.”

“Yeah, how?” Sam questioned the man, shutting the motel room door to give you all privacy.

"I don't know, but I could have sworn that she was upset I didn't know her back." Shane said. He found himself finding the ability to breathe getting hard to do so, you furrowed your brow slightly when you saw him leaning against the wall before grabbing his left arm, like it hurt. You guessed it was from the fight that he was just in, but the way he was behaving was starting to make you concerned it was something more.

“This is a lot more than a curse, man. You’ve got, like, some tiger blood.” Dean said, impressed at the fighting skills the man seemed he didn’t know he had. “Where did you learn that kung fu?”

Shane couldn't answer the question when he felt himself falling to his knees at the sudden stabbing pain in his chest, the grip around his arm went directly to where his heart was. You had a feeling he wasn't having a panic attack from the way he was pressing a hand against his chest and the feeling he was enduring at the moment.

"Hey, buddy, you okay?" Sam asked the man in a concerned tone of voice from the way he was suddenly acting that was starting to make you wonder if something else was going on.

“Yeah. Yeah, I just need a minute.” Shane mumbled, managing to take a deep breath in some kind of attempt to help ease the sudden chest pain that came out of nowhere. “I’ve never been in a fight in my whole life.”

You would beg to differ from the impressive moves you saw the guy do, things that you highly doubt a normal person would be capable of. Shane suddenly let out a noise that sounded like a mix between a gasp, and like someone was restricting his airflow. Your eyes grew wide at the sight you were seeing, and how you could make it stop before things could get worse for him. But it didn't seem like you had much time when Shane let out a few more strangled breaths before falling to the ground.

“Is he having a heart attack?” Dean asked, as if it wasn’t clear enough.

“Do we call 911?” Sam wondered, you rolled your eyes at his suggestion.

“And tell them what?” You asked him. “That the dead guy he stole from the morgue is alive and having a coronary?”

What was there really to do? You and the boys watched as Shane slowly withered on the floor from the excruciating pain he must have been feeling. You hoped this death was the most quick out of the ones that he suffered through before, watching as in the matter of minutes he slowly stopped moving. You checked his pulse after slightly nudging him with your foot, coming to the conclusion he was in fact dead...Again.

+ + +

Coming back from the dead took some time, at least, that’s what it was like for you when you kicked the bucket after the countless time it happened to you. The boys moved Shane’s body from the floor to the bed wanting to make his resurrection at least more comfortable from the few times he endured before. There wasn't much for any of you to do while you waited around for something to happen with Shane's body. You just stared at his lifeless corpse, waiting for some kind of movement to see his body was healing himself. Or whatever was happening to the poor bastard.

Heart attacks strike at random times with no warning, mostly to older folks with clogged arteries. Why did it happen to someone who seemed healthy? Maybe being shot at, hit by a car and then a bear triggered it. Shane didn't have a clue what was going on with him, neither did you or the boys. Morning came around and still no sign of life from Shane after you checked his pulse once again to see if there was any changes. You hated when things got like this, even more confusing with questions you couldn't answer. All you could do was let out a sigh of frustration.

“I feel like I’m sitting Shiva.” Dean mumbled, growing antsy himself from the lack of progress in the past few hours with absolute no change.

“Well, that’s not—nevermind. We need to think.” Sam said, deciding not to waste his breath on correcting his brother on how to properly use the saying. Instead, using the time to brainstorm out loud. “Guys, what do we know of that has Jason Bourne fighting skills, dies a lot, and has a history with violent women?”

You crossed your arms over your chest and began to try and wrack your brain of the knowledge you knew about the supernatural, along with any possibilities of things you came across in the past. You found your eyes wandering over to someone who crossed your mind, and it seemed you weren't the only one when you and Dean happened to tell his younger brother the person the both of you thought of. It was in fact the younger Winchester. He fit the profile to a T, after all. "You?"

Sam's face dropped at hearing your guess that he wasn't the least bit amused with, you shrugged your shoulders from the lack of proper answers you could give him. You were stumped about this much as he was about what was going on to Shane, and how he was jumping in and out of death. Your brainstorming session was momentarily put on pause for the time being when your attention was drawn to the motel room door, after someone knocked on it. You furrowed your brow slightly at who was here so early in the morning.

Dean stood up from the bed and headed over to the window, slowly drawing back the curtain to see who was standing outside on the steps. He saw a woman with her hands in her jacket pockets, waiting for someone to answer while she looked around the parking lot. She might look normal, but nothing was it seemed to the naked eye. He headed over to the door and pressed his gun against the door as a step of precaution before opening it enough only to let half of his body show. You were tempted to reach for your own weapon if things were to go down like how they had hours ago.

“May I help you?” Dean asked the stranger.

“Agent Boham?” The woman addressed him by the name he gave to the police department.

Dean stared at the woman for a second as to why she would know such a thing, cautious about the possibility she might be working with said people. After all, they were sort of one short of a body. "And you are?"

"This is gonna sound really strange, but I'm looking for a corpse that went missing today. The coroner said that you were the last one to see it." She said. Dean watched as she pulled a rolled up newspaper that was tucked underneath her arm, showing him the same news article you had that lead him here. Proving she wasn't a cop looking for the body, but someone who seemed to personally know him. "I'm Haley."

"Uh," Dean opened up the door wider to introduce you and his brother when the both of you headed over to see who he was talking to. You peeked out from Sam's large frame, spotting the woman...and a little boy by her side. You greeted him with a friendly smile, and a slightly cautious expression as to why she was here in the first place no early in the morning and asking questions that made you suspicious of her. "This is Agent Jones and Agent Clyde."

"Why are you looking into our John Doe?" Sam questioned the woman for her reason of being here, and as to why she brought a child along to see a dead body.

"Well, his name is Shane. At least, that's what I called him." Haley explained herself to all of you, and dropping a bombshell you weren't expecting. Your gaze fell to the little boy next to her side again when you realized who he was. "I'm the mother of his son.”

Haley was no threat to all of you, as a matter of fact, she was the only person you had with a connection to the man. Dean swiftly tucked away his gun into the back of his jeans and opened the door wider, crouching down to her son that had to be no more older than seven or eight. He gave him a smile and placed up his hand, trying to ease the situation with a high five. "Hey. Why don't you slap some skin, huh?"

Her son didn't seem to be in a friendly mood towards a couple of new faces he had never seen before, probably confused and a little bit scared at what was going on. "He's shy." Haley said, wrapping an arm tighter around her son's shoulder when he pressed himself closer against her side. "It's okay, Oliver."

Haley comforted her child before moving her gaze upwards again, and into the motel room she could see clearly into now that the door was wide open at this point. Her eyes locked on a body of a lifeless man she'd been tirelessly searching for. Dean realized the mistake he made from the expression that crossed her made, and knowing how it wasn't helping Oliver feel more comfortable at the sight of a dead body. "Oh, you weren't supposed to see—"

"It's okay." Haley mumbled as some kind of reassurance. Her focus was kept on the man when she squeezed by Dean and into the motel room, looking over her shoulder to give instructions to her son to make sure he stayed out of trouble. "Stay with the nice FBI agents, Oliver."

You looked over your shoulder to see Haley approach Shane's lifeless body, a sight that no child should see. Dean stood back up to try and block the sight from Olver as an attempt to make him feel more safe. You tried to take a crack at making him feel more comfortable around you. You crouched down the best that you could so you were at eye level with him and gave the kid a big, warm smile. You outstretched your hand for him to shake, only he left you hanging. He didn't do anything but stand there, you retracted your hand back to your side, deciding it was best to talk to him in a calm and comforting voice.

"Hi, Oliver. My name is Y/N. This is Dean, and that guy is Sam." You introduced yourself and the boys to Oliver, pointing at each of them for him to remember who was who. "The grown ups need to talk about some stuff that you probably won't care about. In the meantime, why don't we do something fun? Do you like to swing?" Oliver nodded his head slowly, making you smile at his response. "Me too. Why don't you let me grab my jacket and we can do that."

You pushed yourself back up to your feet and quickly grabbed your jacket from the seat, slipping it on and heading outside to meet Oliver again. You outstretched your hand once again for him to take it, and suprislnyl , he did. You gave him another smile and headed over to the swing-set that happened to be only a small distance around from the motels, giving Oliver something to do while his mother confirmed it was the same man she had been searching for years.

Oliver took a seat on one of the swings and you pushed him for a few minutes, trying to make small talk with him about how everything was going to be okay or if he wanted to go higher. He didn't say a single word in the few minutes that you were with him, making your heart ache for what he must be going through at the moment. So confused, and a little bit scared at the things he was hearing. One of the worst things about this job was when kids got involved, even if they were just around to hear the grown ups talk about things that went bump in the night. They should be able to maintain that slightest bit of innocence before the real world ruined it.

You continued pushing Oliver on the swing for another few minutes before you saw Haley and the boys step out from the motel room and headed over to the picnic table to talk among themselves. You told Oliver that you needed to speak to his mother and you'd be back soon, he didn't respond with a single word. You let out a sigh and headed over to the table, taking a seat next to Haley to hear her side of the story about how she got herself into this situation.

"When I was younger, I had friends that wanted to climb this mountain in Europe, and I thought it sounded exciting...so I joined them." Haley said, telling you the story about how she met a man with no name and the fateful night that caused her to fall pregnant with his child.

"The avalanche?" You asked, having a feeling you knew how the two met.

"He—He told you?" Haley sounded surprised at the bit of information you and the boys knew, hopeful there was more to share. "What else did he say?"

"Just that he doesn't remember how he got there." Sam said, telling her possibly Shane’s first and only memory he could recollect from this cycle of living and dying through the years.

"My friends were gone, and when I found him, his clothes were torn off, his eyes were frozen solid, but he was still alive." Haley said. "I just knew there was something off about him, the way that...he would—"

"Die everyday?" Dean finished the woman's sentence, having a feeling where she was trying to g with this story. Haley fell silent for a moment at how you seemed to catch onto the pattern. You seen it a few times and heard about his previous incidences about Shane's odd habits and the universe's fun toying with his life over and over again.

"Yeah. I thought it was from exposure or shock. Maybe he was unconscious. We were both in bad shape. And I couldn't have made it down the mountain if it weren't for him." Haley continued on, the smallest smile spreading across her lips at the memory of the time. Despite it being hell and torture, something came of it. A connection forged in a near life experience. For her, at least. "And when we got to the bottom, we...realized that it had become something else, and we spent the night together, and while were, you know...He had a heart attack."

Your eyebrows shot up at the twist in the story you weren't expecting, Dean sounded takenback himself from the mumbled response. "Awkward."

"So, I called 911, and they couldn't save him." Haley went on. “And I had to go down to I.D. the body..."

“He popped up again." Sam said. "Alive."

"I freaked out. And I ran. And nine months later, I had Oliver." Haley looked over her shoulder and to her son, who was still swinging by himself, but at a much slower pace than when you had been with him. You noticed his head was hanging low, making you feel even worse for some reason. There was a part of you that was telling you there was something wrong with him, but you couldn't put a finger on it. The more you observed him, the more the worry for him grew and his well being. "I hired a private investigator. I really tried to find him, but when they gave up, I gave up. Until a couple of months ago."

"Now, what made you look again?" You asked her out of curiosity.

"The worst thing." Haley said, her voice cracking slightly.

The way she responded to your question made you wonder what she was talking about, and why she grew emotional all of a sudden. You were tempted to try and get more information out of her, but before you could even get a single word out, your attention was drawn somewhere else. One of the doors to the motel room opened up and stepped out Shane, who was looking for alive than he had from the last time you saw him. He stood on the small porch area that overlooked the parking lot, as if he was trying to figure out where you and the boys went. He noticed all of you were sitting not too far away, but it was the sight of a face that he remembered from when he spoke it, and in a rather surprised voice after all these years.

Haley pushed herself up to her feet and began walking over to the man when he began to do the same. She called for her son to join her side, deciding it was time to act on the reason why the both of them were here in the first place. She held Oliver close to her side and gave Shane a smile from what she was about to say. “I thought it was time you two meet. This is Oliver.”

It didn’t take very much effort for the dots to start connecting in Shane’s mind from what why Haley was introducing her to this seven year old, or why Oliver looked an awful lot like him. The night they shared together didn't just end with her finding out about his condition, it caused them to have a child together.

You found yourself standing outside for a little longer than you anticipated just to watch the sight of Shane personally meet his son for the very first time, and reunite with the woman who helped save his life from years of misery and from hers being cut so short after losing the friends that brought here there in the first place. She would have died on the mountain, he would have suffered countless freezing cold deaths. Even though they knew each other for a short time, there was no denying you saw something between them that never faded from that night. Shane pushed his son on the swing while Haley was close by. A bonge forged from tragedy.

You heard the motel door open, breaking your concentration on the family to see that it was Dean bearing gifts in the form of a ceramic mug filled with what little caffeine you were allowed to have and a bottle of your prenatal vitamins you almost forgot to take. You gave him a smile and mumbled a thank you from remembering and swallowed down the pill, giving you one less thing to worry about today. He joined you at your spot next to the porch staircase to silently observe the parents that were playing with their son, at least, to an outsider's perspective.

It was weird to think that it might you and Dean in the near future. Hopefully the whole “Dad coming back from the dead” thing wouldn’t be attached to their growing up. That was years in the making, you still needed to have the child to worry about things like that.

When you heard the motel door room open and shut for a second time, you looked over your shoulder to see it was Sam heading down to join you and his brother after spending some time doing more research. “Did you find anything?” You asked him, taking another sip of your drink.

"Well...looks like we were right about the whole curse thing.” Sam said. “From what I can tell, we're looking at a titan."

"A titan?" You repeated after the man, sounding a little confused as to what that was. "I'm a little rusty on my Greek mythology, but isn't that like, a God?"

"More like a proto-God, like the Gods before the Gods." Sam explained to the both of you. "They ruled over Greece before Zeus and the rest of the Olympian Gods overthrew them."

“Okay, so who is this guy?” Dean asked his brother.

"Best as I can tell? Prometheus." Sam said.

“Wait, are you serious? Didn't he like..." You trailed off when you tried to remember what you did know about the figure that sounded familiar to you. "Didn't he go against someone? Steal fire or something?"

"Yep. He 'Ocean's Eleven'd' Mount Olympus and stole the flames from Olympia." Sam told you a little about the man and his brave act. Dean presumed it was all for kicks, but in fact, it was for a greater cause. "For us, actually. Zeus decided to revoke humanity's ability to make fire so we couldn't cook, couldn't stay warm, couldn't see in the dark.”

“Sounds like a monster’s paradise.” Dean remarked. “And this guy made it right for us?”

“Yeah. And in return,” Sam went on about the good deed that didn’t go unpunished for dear old Prometheus. “Zeus decided to strap him to that mountain and make him relive death every day.”

"Damn. Every day for how long? No wonder the guy's hard drive is fried." Dean said. Reliving the same day over and over again was mental torture enough, but to have the same death could make anyone go insane. It explained why Shane didn't remember who he really was. "Did you figure out who Xena-wannabe was?"

“I’m guessing Artemis, Zeus’ daughter. She’s been known to carry around weapons like that dagger.” Sam said. “They’re nasty. They’ll kill immortals dead.”

“All right. Well, we’ve never battled a God curse before.” Dean said. “Hope we can break it.”

It wasn't your first time going up against a God, but you never had the chance to break a curse that was struck down before the dawn of humankind. You studied up a little more to get yourself familiar with Prometheus, who had a rather traumatizing life. His punishment for death wasn't battling the frozen temperatures, but having a bird peck and rip out his liver, only for it to grow back again the same day. For the same, gruesome experience to happen over and over again. Now that you knew who Shane really was, it was time to come clean with the truth.

While Haley and Oliver continued to play outside, you turned the laptop around that Sam had been reading just a little while ago to show Shane what the younger man found. There were a few paintings of Prometheus chained down to a mountain and taking his punishment, something that he’d been during for quite some time now. Now it was time to explain what Shane was looking at was in fact him, even if he couldn’t recollect on the memory. “This is an eagle chowing down on your intestines, you don’t remember that?”

Shane shook his head no, you let out a sigh from how this was going. "Okay, look," Sam said, deciding there was no time anymore to beat around the bush. He was blunt with the man, telling him the truth up front. "I hate to break it to you, but you are Prometheus."

"Well, then, the best thing for me to do is to get as far away from them as I can." Shane said. It seemed he was taking the whole being a God pretty well, but you found yourself unsteady about what he thought the right thing to do was.

"Wait. I'm sorry." You said, raising a hand slightly in the air to stop him from saying another word. You felt the ends of your lips tweak, knowing Shane had accidentally hit a nerve in you from a situation you had endured not too long ago. "You just discovered that you have a seven-year-old son, and you want to walk away?"

"And I'm a God. And this God and his daughter are hunting me." Shane said, giving you all the reasons he thought was going to lead his family into danger. "What other choice do I have?"

“Okay.” Sam spoke up, shutting the laptop and taking control of the conversation before things could stray from what needed to be discussed. "We're gonna help you, but we need a plan first, and we can't come up with one here."

“Where are we going?” Shane asked.

“Someplace safe.” Dean ressured the man.

The one place where you had been calling home for over a month now, where no supernatural creature could get itself into, no matter how hard they tried. The Men of Letters bunker. You just needed to round everyone up and hit the road soon as possible. You were thinking that the danger wasn't going to begin until you started to poke the beast known as Zeus, but it seemed you had another problem you had to worry about. You thought Haley and Oliver were peacefully playing outside without much of a problem, but it seemed that was true for only so long.

When the motel door swung open without warning and Haley carried her unconscious son, you jumped straight up at the sight of his head wound that looked nasty. A sense of panic came over you from what was going on, your mind jumping to the fact that he needed to seek medical treatment—and fast. You took out your phone, asking Haley if you should call for an ambulance. Her response took you by surprise when she told you not to do so. She didn't seem like a neglectful parent, which meant one thing.

"He's dying, isn't he?" Shane asked, having a feeling he knew what was going on with his son.

"I was going to tell you," Haley said. "I just wanted you to have a chance to adjust."

"Wait a second," Sam said to Shane. "He has your curse?"

Haley had no clue what all of you were talking about, this curse that sounded like something bad. And it was. You felt your heart drop into your stomach from the sight you were enduring at this very second. Oliver wasn’t suffering from a head injury, he was dying in front of your very eyes. Whatever kind of punishment Zeus put on Prometheus had went down to his offspring. You felt your slowly rest over your stomach, knowing you knew a little something about family curses. You might have gotten rid of yours, but there was always that fear your kids were going to inherit the bad genes. Your personality traits you wanted to weed out into your offspring. It seemed Oliver got his father's eyes, and punishment from the looks of it.

+ + +

You and the boys were back in Lebanon by the next morning with Shane and Haley, along with a still unresponsive Oliver. You didn't waste any time with a history of the place or a tour, you found the nearest room closest to the opening of the bunker and dedicated it as a spot for the kid to recuperate. You opened up the door and stepped inside, following everyone else. Shane carried his son into the room and put him down on the bed that you had conveniently tied up during your break from hunting. It wasn't much, but it'd do for now until you figured out how to solve this problem.

"This curse was put on you." Dean said. "Why the kid?"

“You keep saying ‘curse.’ What curse?” Haley asked for what felt to be the thousandth time, not sure how much she could handle this conversation she wasn’t apart of.

“How long has this been happening?” You asked her.

"Oh, well, I—since he turned seven a few months ago." Haley said. "It started with the dying, and then he stopped talking."

“Wait, seven?” Sam repeated what he heard from the woman. You gave him a slightly confused look as to why he reacted so surprised. Because it meant Oliver was about to descend into a life he shouldn’t suffer. “Age seven marks one of the first Greek rites of manhood.”

"So, what? Are you saying the curse is hardwired into his programming?" Dean wondered. "How do you know that?"

"Look at me. I'm sorry that I ran out on you all those years ago. I was scared. I didn't understand what was going on. But we have a child, and whatever you have, he has. I need to know how to stop it." Haley couldn't take being out of sync with the conversation that was about her child, who she raised on her own for the past seven years. She needed to hear the truth, even if it didn't make sense. She deserved to know. "What curse?"

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