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gaycicada · 4 months
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Would Odysseus be the spiral cuz he gaslit a cyclops?
Circe: “Your men? What men?”
Pig: *Snrk*
Avoid the sea monster in the cave! Oh wait there’s another one I didn’t even tell you about!
Dude: “Why don’t we open the bag?”
Odysseus: “Because I said so”
Dude: “What’s in it”
Odysseus: “Air.”
Dude: “Uh-“
Suitor: “Hey who’s that?”
Penelope: “Oh it’s just some old dude and totally not my husband whose gonna trap you in a dark room and kill you.”
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majachee · 1 year
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I have an hour before work starts so!!! OC LORE TIME!!!
Athena took over Olympus after the death of Zeus, she was the closest to their father and Zeus clearly favored her over the rest of his children.
Because of this favourable treatment, Athena has much more positive lingering feelings towards her father compared to the rest of her siblings. She doesn't blame them for not mourning him, nor does she really fault Ares for jumping at the opportunity to kill him - especially after the self-proclaimed King of Gods threatened Ares' younger children.
Logically, she agrees it was for the best. Logically, she understands why her siblings don't like Zeus. Logically, she understands why they have a strained relationship with her. But emotionally she's perplexed.
Zeus raised her to embrace the tactical aspects of war, and while she passionately studied mortal philosophers and adapted their wisdom abd philosophies, she struggles to see the emotional side of things and apply such wisdom in her own actions.
Her heavy reliance on tactics and logic make her come off as cold, and sometimes unintentionally manipulative. And while her siblings know she is capable of warmth in her own ways, her close relationship with Zeus casts a dark shadow over her behaviors and beliefs.
She's also, intentionally or not, adopted Zeus' apathetic cruelty towards mortals in certain aspects. While she (usually) doesn't go out of her way to harm the mortals she cares about, by blessing Diomedes of Argos and Odysseus of Ithaca with immortality (to work alongside her as her trusted soldiers and liasons) she is torturing them as their mortal organs fail and must regularly be replaced with Olympian automatons, and keeping them separated from their loved ones with false promises of reunion once she steps down. Whether she's aware of this cruelty or not is dubious.
There's also something to be said about her relationship with Diomedes, taking him under her wing after the untimely death of his father and training him to become a stoic killing machine to avenge him, and act as her pawn in the Trojan War. While many cruelties from the gods were committed during that war, many would look back and feel terror at the thought of Diomedes... who still looks far too young even in his immortal form.
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not to be a polyphemus apologist on main but if some guy broke into my house and started unaliving my sheep i’d be mad too
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wolfythewitch · 2 months
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May I ask what you don’t like about the Calypso song snippets?
Love in paradise is fine, it comes across creepy enough and you can tell Odysseus doesn't want to be there.
I'm not sorry for loving you is a bit iffy to me. You can sort of tell there's meant to be a gaslighting sort of undertone to it but that's only if you've read the Odyssey/know the story. The comments on the snippets are full of people who sympathize Calypso and go "omg poor Calypso 💔". I also am very wary of the line "I love you, but not in the way you want to" which I Get might be him trying to placate her, but according to the snippet it's like a last word kind of thing. Like he says it and then he leaves, Calypso singing after him in despair. So it doesn't really feel placating, more like a confession
I get that he might not want to make the musical as dark, which is perfectly fair, (and it probably won't come across well to a modern audience that hey. All the enemies he comes across on his journey are either monsters, gods, or evil magic women) but well. Calypso is Very much a rapist and it feels weird to have her be viewed as sympathetic by so much of the fan base. (This is also my problem with her pjo)
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your-mom-friend · 4 months
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I’ve been losing my mind about The Ocean Saga from Epic:The Musical for like a couple days (weeks) and I have to say there’s a couple things I especially love
In “Keep Your Friends Close” Odysseus works so god damn hard to make sure no one can fuck up his chance to get back to his family. He dispels the treasure rumours immediately, tells the crew it’s the storm trapped in the bag, and still stays awake for NINE DAYS to make sure no one touches it.
Despite that, when he falls asleep and the bag is opened, the crew opens it and unleashes the storm. You can HEAR his desperation in the “NO” and yet and YET he focuses on the situation. “Help me close the bag!” “But sir it’s too late!” “We can keep whatever wind it left to use another day, COME ON!”
Despite the fact that these people betrayed them and they might all die he still pushes it aside to make sure they survive before he does anything else. Beyond that, he trusts them to help him, or at least, trusts in their desire to be alive
Also if someone fucked up the journey that badly and I tried to fix it and they’re like UHHHH ITS TOO LATE I’d shove that bitch overboard and be like anyone else want to be fatalist??? No??? Get the fuck to work
Also “OOOODYSSEUS OF ITHACAAAA” like a wrestler was amazing
And Poseidon being like “apologise for hurting my son and I’ll let you go alive” and Odysseus, gaslighter extraordinaire, said okay but have you considered I didn’t wanna hurt him and didn’t mean it
“We’re in the home of the wind god!” “You don’t know for sure-” “how many floating islands have you seen before?” We love a bitch with an attitude
“Eurylochous grab the harpoons- as many as you can find” “what do you have in mind?” “We’re gonna shoot for the sky” “WHAT?”
“Any last words?” “ALL I GOTTA DO IS OPEN THIS BAG” “WHAT-“ KING I LOVE YOU AND YOUR FUCKING SCHEMES
and I’m so obsessed with the music the music of this saga has been playing in my head on a LOOP I’m frothing at the mouth over it
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phoward89 · 1 month
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Jealous!Coryo x Reader, Odair!Ancestor x Reader.
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WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. That man is a walking blood red flag waving heavily in the wind! engagement (not reader), smut, infidelity, love triangle, manipulation, stalking?, gaslighting, fluff, Head Gamemaker!Coryo, District 4 Cruise Ship Heir!Odair OC. Dark!Coriolanus, Jealous!Coriolanus, Dom!Coriolanus
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Chapter 3:
It's been over a week since you started seeing Odysseus and so far everything’s going great. He takes you to work everyday and treats you to lunch. You have dinner with him when he doesn't have business obligations and cuddle with him while watching tv. You haven't spent the night at his place yet, but you've slept with him a few times. And each time the love making was slow, soft, and sensual.
And then one day everything came crashing down.
Tonight's one of those nights where you're not having dinner with Odysseus because he's having dinner with his father and some business clients. It doesn't bother you, Odysseus is the VP of Odair's Luxury Cruises and his father's the CEO; President of it. It's completely normal for him to attend business dinners.
And since the relationship’s new, you don't blame him for not taking you on them. Plus, you work in the marketing department of his father's company, so you understand why he's not taking you to business dinners. It just wouldn't look kosher.
So, that's how you find yourself in some comfy loungewear cooking dinner in your kitchen. Your kitchen that you absolutely loved. You still can't believe what Odysseus did to his kitchen, but to each their own.
As you were chopping up some vegetables, a knock sounded at your door. You weren't expecting Odysseus, since he's at his business dinner, so you're a bit puzzled on who could be at your door. You wondered if you should be rude and ignore whoever was there, but they knocked again.
Sighing, you set your knife down on the counter and left the kitchen. After crossing the main room, you reached your front door. But nothing could've prepared you for what was awaiting you on the other side.
Pulling the door open, you're met with none other than Coriolanus standing at the threshold with a bouquet of red roses, bigger than his head, in his hands.
How the fuck did he get past the doorman?
As if he could read your mind, your platinum haired ex smirked, “I just moved into the top floor penthouse of this building.” Of fucking course he did. “I thought I'd come by and greet my favorite neighbor girl.”
You rolled your eyes and went to slam the door in his face, but he quickly shot his arm out and pushed the door open. Waltzing right by you and inside of your apartment, as if he owned the damn thing, Coriolanus said, “You got your little man whore in here with you? Hmm…is that why you tried to slam the door in my face like I'm some little kid selling cookies?”
“Don't call Odysseus a man whore, Coriolanus.” You chastised your ex while closing your front door. Gesturing to the empty room, you dryly said, “And as you can see, I'm home alone.”
“I'll call Odair a manwhore if I want to, darling. He's fucked half of the Capitol, the way I see it he's a man whore.” Your ex remarked, following right behind you as you went into the kitchen. “Bet he's at one of the sex clubs.”
“No he's not. He's at a business dinner with his father and some clients.” You told Coriolanus, going over to the counter to resume chopping the vegetables.
“And you're home alone? Oh, I see how little he values you.” Your ex dryly chuckled, setting the large bouquet of red roses down on the kitchen island.
“You're one to talk, Coriolanus.” You snapped while he simply took a seat on one of the kitchen island stools.
“I never hid you away when I went to galas and had to attend dinners. I always got you a matching dress and brought you with me. So, my darling rose, I believe I have the right to talk bad about your boy toy's lack of showing you off.”
Pausing in chopping the vegetables, you put your knife down and turned around to look at your ex. “We were never official, so I doubt anyone paid me any mind.”
“Yes, well, it seems that I showed you off more when we weren't official than Odair does.” The platinum blood said as if he was reciting facts from a history book. ‘Oh, and aren't the two of you official?” He asked as a sarcastic afterthought, his brows raised dramatically to drive his remark right thru your heart.
He wanted you to see how he was better for you, how he'll show you off to the world. How he’d done that, show you off, without you realizing it. The aspiring blonde politician wanted you to see how Odair would never include you in his social circles; include you in his business, but he (Coriolanus) would. Hell had included you, which is why he warned you about his engagement with Livia- because he wanted to spare you hurt feelings from thinking it was anything other then a political and a business move.
Unfortunately, you could never view his engagement as an arrangement that was beneficial to his future (yours too since whatever made him rich, powerful, and successful caused him to shower you in gifts) because you loved him. You could only view it as an act of betrayal; one that broke your heart and made you see that you're just not good enough.
Not in the mood to be insulted by Panem's Head Gamemaker, you waggled a finger at him and declared, “Coriolanus, you need to shut up and leave. We haven't been together in a month, so you have no reason to be here.”
“You're my reason to be here, darling.” Coriolanus confessed. Getting up from his seat at the island and closing the distance between you, he admitted, “This last month has been very dull without you in it.”
Of course it has. You doubt that Livia’s letting Coriolanus be dominant and degrading in bed. You also doubt that she'd let him near her ass with that monster dick of his either. Yea…he was missing the sex life you had with him.
Standing right in front of you, the platinum blonde caged you in by placing an arm on either side of you; making your back press against the counter. Coriolanus leaned down, causing the two of you to be nose to nose. “I've given you enough time to cool down, to even have some little fun-” Distain dripped off of the word fun as he spat it out, ‘that I don't approve of, so it's time for us to make up and carry on.”
You could feel his hot breath fanning your face as you told him, “We’re not getting back together, Coriolanus.”
“Why not?” Your ex raised a brow, only to mockingly say, “Because you're too busy entertaining yourself with Odysseus Odair,” Coriolanus’ baritone dripped down an octave as he smugly said, “who will never make you feel that way I make you feel.”
How dare he say that; try to play on your feelings. Feelings that you confessed the night you left him, but probably shouldn't have since he's using them against you know.
Well, two can play that game.
You kept a neutral look on your face, even though you were pissed at his remark, and told Coriolanus, “At least Odysseus isn't engaged to Livia; unlike you he can actually love me.”
Coriolanus’ jaw ticked and his nostrils flared. You bringing up Livia and accusing him of being unable to love you as reasons to be with Odysseus set his blood on fire with a jealous rage. You're his. You belong to him- Livia or no Livia, love or no love, you’ll always be his.
And the only way to get it into your thick skull was to show you who you belonged to.
Before you could even blink, Coriolanus grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and cupped your jaw with the other only to smash his lush lips on yours in a needy, passionate, heated kiss filled with longing and desperation.
A kiss that took your breath away.
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You were bent over the kitchen island, hands wrapped around the edges while your shorts and panties were pooled around your legs. Legs that were spread wide open for the tall man standing behind you.
Coriolanus Snow.
You heard the sound of him shedding his crisp jacket, which he tossed onto the island, followed by the sound of him loosening his tie. The swish of him tugging the Windsor knot echoed in the air and you knew what was next.
You felt yourself grow wetter at the clanking noise of Coriolanus unbuckling his belt. In only a few seconds, he had his pants and boxers down around his knees while rubbing his leaking tip against your clit. He bowed his head so that his mouth was right against your ear. “I'm not prepping you, Y/N. You're wet enough, I know you can take it.” Coriolanus licked the shell of your ear before saying, “Only a good girl deserves to have her cunt filled by my fingers and eaten eagerly by my tongue.” Digging his fingers into your hips, sure to leave bruises, he darkly chuckled, “You're lucky I'm going to let you cum tonight, since you've been a bad girl.”
Oh my God…He's in one of those moods tonight! Your pussy's in for a punishing pounding.
Coriolanus' baritone was full of lust as he asked, “You remember your safe word, darling?”
You've only been broken up for a month. That's not long enough to forget your safe word, the simple word of red. A word that you've never used and doubt you ever will with the platinum blonde man, who has the body of an ancient god.
“Yes.” Was the one word answer you gave him.
“Good.” He replied, a smugness in his deep timbre, before sheathing himself in your wet, tight cunt without warning; with one quick snap of his hips.
You let out a surprised moan at the stretch and intrusion of being filled up so quickly without warning while he let out a deep groan at how tight you felt around his large cock. Coriolanus didn't give you a moment to adjust to the 8 inches he’d just stuffed into your tight cunt. No, he instantly began to thrust quickly and harshly into you.
You let out a mix between a shriek and a moan at the feeling of his cock bullying your pussy; pressing against that sweet spot deep inside of you. The noise that escaped your lips made pride swell in his chest. He always enjoys listening to your noises as he fucks you.
Coriolanus wants to be the only man to make you moan and whine for him. So much so, that he lets out a grunted, “I hate the idea of anyone else having you. This pussy's mine.” He snapped his hips harder, causing you to moan at the feeling of his large cock bruising your cervix. “Fuck, baby, tell me your cunt's mine.” He ordered, roughing pounding into your pussy while using one of his hands to smack your ass.
*Smack, smack, smack.*
Coriolanus gave you three quick, forceful smacks that made your ass cheek beet read and sing. Soaked your pussy too.
You knew that you shouldn't tell him that your cunt belongs to him, but your body craved the pounding that he’s giving your pussy and you're afraid he'll just cum and stop- leaving you unsatisfied- if you don't tell him what he wants to hear. This isn't your first rodeo with Coriolanus. You know how he possessive he gets when fucking.
So….
You let out a whimper of, “My cunt's yours, Coryo. All yours.”
“Fuck…baby, you feel so good.” Coriolanus gritted out as the sounds of sweat slick skin loudly slapping together echoed throughout the air in the kitchen. “Your cunt's so tight and wet around my cock. ‘S made just for me.”
“Yes, yes, yes! Just for you, all for you!” You exclaimed in a shriek, feeling his cum heavy balls smacking against your clit while his dick pistoned so deep inside of you that you felt yourself get dizzy.
“You close, baby? Fuck, I'm close.” The platinum blonde remarked while fucking you so roughly that if you weren't holding onto the island you'd probably slide over it.
“Yea, so close, Coryo.” You cried out, drool spilling from your lips as your cheek was pressed against the cool marble of the kitchen island. Oh god, you were so close and it felt so so good. Being fucked like this, damn you did t realize how much you missed it. How much you needed it. Not until now- now that you're on the verge of cumming hard around the biggest cock you've ever had stuffed in your tight cunt.
Without warning, Coryo placed his calloused fingertips against your clit and began to rub the swollen pearl furiously. “Be a good little slut and cum for me. Cum for me and milk my cock dry, make me knock you up, baby.” He told you, plowing into you as fast as he could with his fingers sloppily rubbing your clit, pinching and tugging it to speed up your orgasm.
And suddenly, you’e cumming around Coryo's cock, soaking both him and your kitchen floor, while moaning his name like a prayer. His icy blue eyes rolled back into his head, moaning out a minute of fuck and your name as you milked him dry of his cum. His fingers dug painfully into your hip as he shot rope after rope of his white, hot, seed into your womb.
You whimpered when Coriolanus’ cock slipped out of you, leaving your pussy empty and clenching around air.
Coriolanus’ chest heaved as he caught his breath, but his eyes widened as he noticed a red smear on the tip of his cock along with a tiny bit of red mixed with the cum that was trickling out of your pussy like fine pearls. Oh shit… he fucked you too deep, went too hard.
Oh shit, did he hurt you?
“Y/N, you're bleeding.” Coriolanus announced, toeing out of his shoes and kicking off the pants and boxers that rested around his ankles. Pulling you up and into his arms, he asked, “Why didn't you use your safe word?”
Still cockdrunk, you just rested your head against his white shirt covered chest and told him, “It felt good, so I didn't need the safe word.”
“I'll draw you a bath, but your not going to be walking right for a few days.” He told you, picking you up bridal style. “Where's your bathroom, little dove?”
“It's the door right behind you, across from this island right after you exit the kitchen.” You informed him, causing him to just nod and carry out to the bathroom.
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You were sitting on the toilet, watching as Coriolanus plugged up your bathtub and turned the water on. He fiddled with both the hot and cold knobs until the water coming out of the faucet was just the right temperature. Then he grabbed the light pink bottle of bubble bath that you had on the edge of the tub.
“Rose Vanilla.” He read the label, only to look at you and ask, “Is this new? Don't you usually use something called Brightest Bloom or Blossoms, something like that?”
Averting your eyes to stare at the white tile floor, so you didn't have to look at Coriolanus as he uncapped the bottle and poured some of the light pink soap into the tub, you told him, “I bought it last month. It came in a kit with a matching bar of soap, body lotion, shampoo, and conditioner.”
If you were looking at Coriolanus you would've seen how he stiffened up at your answer. How his jaw twitched; his eyes widened with realization. You bought it for him, because he likes roses. But you broke up last month, so…
Quickly, Coriolanus composed himself while screwing the cap back onto the bottle of bubble bath. “It smells lovely.” He complimented your taste in new bubble bath while putting the bottle back. Coming to stand in front of you, he simply ordered, “Lift your arms up for me, darling.”
Of course, you complied, causing him to pull your shirt over your head. He licked his lips when he saw that you weren't wearing a bra, but he didn't say anything about it. No, instead he simply helped you into the bath, all the while praising you with, “Good girl, that's a girl. Gently get into the water.” Once you were settled in the tub full of warm water and bubble, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and turned the water knobs off.
You assumed that since you're in the tub he'd leave, but he didn't. Actually, instead of going into the kitchen to collect his pants and shoes; make a run for it, he pulled his loosen tie over his head and placed it onto your bathroom vanity.
“What’re you doing?” You asked, watching Coriolanus as he unbuttoned his white shirt.
“Joining you in the tub, what does it look like I'm doing, my darling rose?”
Focusing on the faucet in front of you, you tell him, “You don't have to, Coriolanus. You can go home; take a shower.”
Your remark hurt worse then if you would've slapped the blonde across his face. He always-
ALWAYS-
took a relaxing bath with you after pushing you too hard during rough sex. Why would you tell him to leave you; to go home and shower? He's always been with you to help you clean up and come down from rough fucking. Why would that change now?
Pulling off his socks, he hid his hurt behind the answer of, “I want to take a bath with you.”
“Why?” You asked as he got into the tub, right behind you, causing the water and bubbles to ripple and wave.
Pulling you into him, so your back's leaning against his chest, he told you, “You know why.”
No, actually, you didn't know why. You're broken up, so he doesn't have a reason to stay. You two fucked, due to frustration, so he should've left already. Or at least you think he should've left already. Or if not left then maybe put his pants back on and asked you to feed him whatever you were trying to cook before he had hate filled sex with you.
Oh, if only you knew that the sex he had with you was far from hate filled. Would never be hate filled, because he didn't hate you. Not even a little bit, not even at all.
“We're broken up, Coryo, so why’re you here?”
“Don’t ask questions you already know the answers to, my darling rose. It's not very becoming.”
Of course, you won't get a straight answer from him. Why would you? The guy’s a better wordsmith than the Norse god Loki. Good luck getting the truth out of that angelic looking demon of a platinum blonde.
Coriolanus rested a hand on your thighs only to run the other thru your hair. His deep baritone broke the silence in the room with, “You know, Y/N, just say the word and we can have you moved up into my top floor penthouse within an hour.”
Is he serious? He's engaged, but he wants you to be his live in mistress all because you had a moment of weakness and had a frustrated hate fuck with him. What's wrong with him? Is he delusional? You broke up with him because you don't want to be his mistress. You don't want to be his plaything.
“Shouldn't you be moving your fiance, Livia Cardew, into your new penthouse?” You countered, knowing that if anyone would share his penthouse it'd be her.
“No.” Coriolanus gruffy spat out. “I got that penthouse for us, not for her.”
“You're engaged to Livia and I'm with Odysseus now. What happened in the kitchen doesn't mean anything.”
Coriolanus would've rather been drowned in that damn lake he dumped those guns in all those years ago that him and Spruce used to kill Mayfair and Billy Taupe with them hear you say that the fuck you just had with him didn't mean anything. That hurt him, more than he'd care to admit. He just assumed that, since you'd been together for so long (and admitted to being in love with him that night that you left), he still meant something to you.
Oh, how the gods know that you mean something to him. Even if he's too scared to admit it, you mean the world to him. Too bad he's afraid of getting hurt and is too concerned about his political career.
The damning realization hit him then and there. “You're not coming back to me, are you?” Coriolanus asked, even though he already knew what you'd say.
“No.” You shook your head. “We've both moved on; tonight was just a fluke and it won't happen again.”
Coriolanus hated hearing that. He wanted to bring you home so bad. He wanted you back with him, where you belonged. Damnit, you belong to him. Why do you have to be so stubborn?
“You haven't been with Odysseus that long, my darling. You haven't truly moved on, you're just trying to push your feelings for me onto him.” The platinum blonde told you as a last ditch effort to get you to abandon your life on the 4th floor as Odysseus Odair's girlfriend and move into his luxury penthouse; become his girl once again.
“And you claim to hate your fiance, Livia, but you're still engaged to her; plan to get married and have a happy life with the perfect socialite showpiece on your arm for all of your political aspirations.” You told Coriolanus, calling him out on his own bullshit relationship.
“Y/N-” Coriolanus began, only for you to cut him off with the order of, “Don't, Coryo. Just go, please just leave me alone.”
Coriolanus didn't say a word, just stood up and got out of the tub. He grabbed the towel off of the rack, dried off, and put on his shirt. He grabbed his tie and socks from the vanity and left you alone in the bathroom. A few minutes later, he was dressed and walking out of your front door. He slammed it shut with such a force that it shut with a loud bang that had out nearly jumping out of the tub.
You stayed in the tub, soaking and sulking til you pruned. When you got out, you felt a bit sore. You managed to dry off and go to your room, where you put on a pair of comfy pajamas.
When you went into the kitchen to resume making yourself something to eat, you saw that on the kitchen island was a large bouquet of red roses (there had to be at least 50 of them) and Coriolanus’ suit jacket.
He left his suit jacket behind, right next to the roses. But why would he do that? He was always so meticulous when it came to his fancy things. It just didn't make any sense to you.
Why would Coriolanus leave his suit jacket behind?
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imeoninthewoods · 1 month
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okay but Eurylochus literally guilting and low key trying to gaslight Odysseus into abandoning the men HE lost to Circe is some good ass foreshadowing
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pelideswhore · 11 months
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Odysseus and Penelope are so mansplain, manipulate, manwhore x gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. Love how they were tricking and conning everyone
you are so right. they were the og’s. they coined the terms.
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therivercocytus · 23 days
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everyone should adopt the trojans using roman names bit itd be funny. “fucking hate that ulysses guy can’t believe he’s going to burn our city in like 3 months” “um cassandra his name is odysseus” “what. are you trying to gaslight me like the rest of my family???”
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Group H, Round 3, Poll 1:
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Propaganda under the cut
Elias Bouchard/Jonah Magnus
(spoilers for tma) jonah magnus is a 200 year old victorian man who survives by possessing people by replacing their eyeballs with his own
"So afraid of dieing that he figured out a way to steal other people's bodies by taking their eyes out and putting his in. He also killed an old man with a metal pipe in a labyrinthine underground tunnel system because the old guy was gonna reveal his evil plan to soon. He then proceeded to frame his absolute wet cat of a man employee for said murder and got away with it for like an entire season of the show. He then got put in time out (jail), but still managed to fuck with everyone from there. Then proceeded to start the literal apocalypse using one of his employees (the one he framed for murder) as the lynchpin. (Note: Could be combined with Elias Bouchard, the identity of his current body and who he is referred to as for the majority of the podcast. The names tend to be sometimes used interchangeably either the fandom.)"
Artist: @protosstar
Odysseus
literally the EPITOME of these. ive read the odyssey and i will tell u it is literally just him making up a new elaborate fake identity for like every single person he meets. even his own father and wife 😭😭 just for funsies or what idek. he literally does not tell anyone anything gatekeeping any and every gifts + knowledge the gods are given. im not joking his story is basically 90% this malewife just gaslighting people and gatekeeping stuff the gods tell him AND FINALLY FOR THE GIRLBOSS he sees the guys whove been essentially harassing his wife for like 10 years and just??? shoots all of them with arrows?? and he does it in STYLE too he comes as a beggar then the suitors r all trying to use odysseus's bow (they cant) and hes like oh i may just be a beggar but. let me try. and then uses it and instantly shoots someone in the head GIRLBOSS
Art by miguelcoimbra, but their deviantart is deactivated now
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I have no reason to be so attached to the concept of Nico being the reincarnation of Odysseus other than they are both identified by three main traits which are: fraud, deception, and lies/ gaslight gatekeep, girlboss
(Sexy thighs are a bonus)
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seasonalmoss · 7 days
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Epic the musical Catifed: I remade Penelope’s Ref!
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AAAAGHH DJDHFJRHJDHSHD OKAY OKAY, so Ive been meaning to redo her ref for quite some time now, and it happens that I’ve been stressed enough lately to draw her! She’s literally one of my very top comfort characters for me right now, to be fair all of my comfort characters are extremely important but for this situation I’m in right now the comfort I need is from people like Penelope or Willow (from Wings of Fire).
anyways this ref has really helped me decompress and calm down, drawing Penelope has made me feel so safe and secure, literally I love Penelope in Epic so much.
I looove how she is in Epic the musical? Idk I feel more drawn towards her and more interested in her then the Penelope in the Odyssey.
though I guess in general when I say “I love -insert character who appears in EPIC” I’m usually talking about specifically the interpretation of Epic. Though I do have a genuine interest in Greek mythology and I want to get into more media that’s about it, the specific characters I’ve grown attached to are the musical ones!
like- people need to understand that Epic isn’t just “the odyssey as a musical” it’s a transformative retelling! And in many ways is it’s own story.
like- I think everyone can Agree that Ody in epic is a lot more nicer and moral then Ody in the Odyssey,
they literally aren’t the same character, and I hate when I see people bash on Odysseus in Epic because of their opinions of him in the odyssey.
Don’t get me wrong I LOOVE LOOVE the Odyssey and Iliad and other Greek myths but that’s simply just not the fandom I’m apart of.
Yes, Epic is still based on the Odyssey and a retelling of it, but it’s still Separate, and people shouldn’t act like it isn’t or act like what happens in EPIC reflects onto the odyssey. Like- don’t say “oohh but Odysseus isn’t that bad because in Epic-“ Stop. Don’t say that.
if you see them as separate from eachother then it shouldn’t matter to you people’s takes of the characters in the Odyssey because they aren’t the same as in EPIC. And really that goes for everything?
I’ve seen people bring up PJO(somehow???) a lot or that Circe book (literally don’t know the name of it) in regards to Epic and say “but in this!” Like- dude they are literally different retellings and interpretations it’s not like every Greek mythology story is connected or idk- canon to the Original Myths??? And don’t get me wrong you can make crossover AUs! I honestly LOOOVE seeing all of the PJO x Epic things I see!
but anyways stupid ramble over, I LOOVE LOOVEE DESIGNING PENELOPE! AAGGHHDHDHD I wanted her to appear very regal and well kept, she is a queen after all. But further more Penelope in Epic is a character who isn’t much of a physical fighter, rather she stands back and watches with calculating eyes and prudence. She has an unwavering will and a strong composure in the face of 108 nasty Suitors. She’s wise and clever. With all of this I wanted to give her more lengthy and soft features, as Penelope is someone many don’t expect to expertly win a battle with wits. She simply just seems to be the face of royalty. But I also gave her a strong long/thick tail to show her strength, she absolutely can beat the shit out of you with that tail, but she won’t. Because she doesn’t need to, since she has other more “civil” methods of wits to break you down. but in general EPIC Penelope is more reserved and calm, she doesn’t need to gaslight you or manipulate you, she just needs to trick you. She’s understanding and gentle, yet serious and worried. she stands tall hence why I made her that height. she’s also one of Odysseus’s leading motives, and a major support for him. I wanted Penelope to come across as someone you turn to for guidance or you lean into to cry. She’s a sturdy yet soft shoulder to cry on, something Odysseus desperately needs. (also Penelope just HAS to be taller then Odysseus I’m sorry- if you don’t make Ody in epic shorter then practically everyone what are you doing? /j)
anyways thats my Penelope design!
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TESTIMONIALS
"Commits crimes for her kids, of which she has five so clearly at least one person other than me wants to hit that. Medieval girlboss gatekeep gaslight. Everyone is obsessed with her red hair. Gets out of bed fully naked in front of a man that isn’t her husband because she had important stuff to do. And also Michelle Fairley."
"The Odyssey was composed in the VIII century a.C., so she's probably the oldest example of a MILF ever. Penelope is canonically so hot that at least 35 people are asking for her hand in marriage even right now. When Calypso tells the trapped Odysseus that he's a fool for wanting to go back to his wife who's gonna grow old while she's gonna be hot and young forever, he starts fantasizing about the fact that Penelope is in prime MILF age and therefore must be super hot by now (thisiswhathappensihaveadegree).
Also she tries to trick Odysseus to see if it's really him even though Athena made him super hot. Cunning MILFery. Also according to most traditions she was unflinchingly loyal to Odysseus but according to others she fucked like three gods (Apollo, Hermes & Pan). Both can be true."
[Painting is "Penelope at Her Loom" by Angelica Kauffman (1741-1807)]
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amazingmsme · 2 months
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CURRENTLY SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS AT YOUR GUYS’ EPIC HEADCANONS, TO YOU AND THELAUGHTERCAFE THANK YOU FOR THE GOOD FOOD!!!! i love how playful and teasy you guys make odysseus, he’s a quick thinker and good with words so it makes sense that he would be the teasiest motherfucker on that ship, and he likes to wreck people with a strategic approach, using the tactics and types of teasing that he knows work best on the specific person.
i love the idea of eurylochus witnessing so much of odysseus and polites’ shenanigans that at this point he just Knows when one of them is about to do or say something that’s gonna get them wrecked, and sometimes he says nothing and just lets it happen but sometimes he’ll actually be like “whatever you’re about to do don’t do it” and they usually don’t listen when he says that and then lo and behold they suffer the consequences, and eurylochus just watches them reap what they sow like “i tried to warn you, man”
i also feel like polites would genuinely not understand why everyone loves to (affectionately) bully him so much, and he’s not entirely complaining but he’ll still whine about it like “why is it always me </3” and they just stare at him like how does he not know that his smile and his laugh are like a beautiful warm summer day - fluffvoid
I’M SO HAPPY THAT I HAVE Y’ALL TO BOUNCE IDEAS OFF OF IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY! Seriously, the depression has been hitting hard, but these headcanons make me so happy & giddy! At this point, I’m getting a little desperate for a fic lol
He’s literally such a smug little shit! Like, this guy literally tricked Athena of all people & then laughed in her face immediately after. He’s so charming even when he’s being all smug & sly about it, so you just know his teases are deadly. If he doesn’t make you whine out of embarrassment he’s clearly not working hard enough
Real talk, I fucking LOVE that part in warrior of the mind where he does that sly lil chuckle like wtf who told you to be so dorky & endearing? I feel like he does that laugh right before he pounces or whenever he’s teasing the hell out of someone
When he’s bored, one of his favorite things is to trick people into falling for one of his traps. Even goes as far as to plan out what he’s going to say for the best outcome. King of gaslighting, acting like he’s not planning to wreck their shit & being all innocent & clueless when they try & call him out on it only to strike the moment they let their guard down
Eurylochus is so used to it & by now he knows all of their worst spots, what teases get to them, & how they act both when they’re about to wreck someone or about to get wrecked
Because of this, he’s picked up on Odysseus’s favorite teases & phrases to use while tickling someone. Especially if it’s Polites, because he’s so easy to fluster & Odysseus makes sure to use the most effective ones, so yeah, sometimes he repeats himself from time to time
But Eurylochus just learns to pick up on it, & one time he said the tease in perfect sync with Odysseus, kinda as a way to tease him for being predictable. But he was like “hey Polites-“ & Eurylochus was like bet I know what he’s about to say & goes out on a limb & proceeds to do the funniest fucking thing & they both ask “do you think the gods meant to make you so ticklish, or was it just an accident?”
Odysseus is frozen is shock, mouth gaping open as he stares at him. Meanwhile Polites immediately burst into loud laughter, not even from the tickling but from the look on his face & the sheer absurdity of it all. He’s just like “wow you really do use that one a lot!” & Odysseus is just staring at Eurylochus & is like “so you think you’re funny now?” & abandons his original target in favor of teaching him a lesson on what happens when you mock the captain
But dude doesn’t really learn cause it’s been a couple months since that happened. But while watching those 2 goofballs get into yet another tickle fight, he decides to make things a little more interesting & turns it into a drinking game. Odysseus & Polites are none the wiser… until a completely shitfaced Eurylochus tells them why he’s so wasted & now they’re both teaching him a lesson because wtf how dare he turn them into a drinking game!
Polites starts to catch on that he seems to be everyone’s favorite target & he’s like “wait a minute, that’s not fair!” He knows questioning their captain will only prompt another attack so he goes onto Eurylochus when he’s alone & is like “so… do you, uh, know why everyone… always tickles me?” & he’s blushing soooo much & Eurylochus has to fight back a smile, but it doesn’t really work & he’s smirking when he answers “what can I say? You have a nice laugh” & Polites is so flattered & flustered he’s just like “r-really? Wow, thank you!” & he’s about to walk away & Eurylochus speaks up “that, and you make it almost too easy” & he turns around like what? but Eurylochus grabs him up in a hug & starts tickling his sides & tummy. So he did get his answer, it just came with a price
These dudes are actively consuming my mind, thank y’all for indulging me
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wolfythewitch · 1 year
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I know Greek retellings are famous but please don't start judging a character based on a book that's not following on the original myth to fit modern standards.
Like circe has been too romanticised both in art and literature, people kinda forget she turned Odysseu's men into pigs and manipulated him to sleep with him in exchange for information.
That's not girlboss, that's gaslighting manipulative what's to like 😅
P.s read Homer's original books can't stress this enough like he is the original author.
But I'm not talking about a retelling? I'm assuming you mean Circe by mm? I'm talking about Circe from the Odyssey/telegony
When I say she's fine I mean I like her as much as I like someone like Poseidon, arguably nifty powers, not so nifty actions. Please don't assume I'm talking about retellings I haven't even read yet haha
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intermundia · 10 months
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Hi. Seeing your post about the parallel between Obi-Wan and Odysseus has made me wonder if there could be a similar comparison between Anakin and Diomedes. After all, they were inseparable and they stole the Palladium together. I know that the consensus here is that Anakin is Achilles but does it really fit as a comparison? Diomedes was described by Dares the Phrygian as stocky, brave, dignified, and austere (not really Anakin, maybe, if I am not being gaslighted by fandom). He was loud at the war-cry, hot-tempered, impatient, and daring. What do you think?
I think one of the best things about analyzing a piece of media through a classical reception lens, you are able to see that characters like Anakin aren't one-to-one rewriting of specific heroes like Achilles, but rather draw from a wider set of lore about classical heroes in general. I do think that the Achilles influence is strong, the importance of his Wrath, etc. but I do love the Diomedes comparison as well, especially when it comes to the period of the Clone Wars and the dynamic of the paired exploits of heroes. Anakin and Obi-Wan together echo the missions of Odysseus and Diomedes, working together in a covert way, stealthy and cunning, both favorites of Athena. They're kind of a package set in the same way haha able to accomplish tasks that a large army could not. So I think it's perfectly good to consider Anakin a kind of cocktail of a lot of different heroes, Diomedes included, especially as he goes through so many phases of life during the entirety of the Star Wars saga. Like Anakin is not the same man exactly during the Prequels as during the Clone Wars, there are moments where he is more and less like any particular hero, so his influences can shift too depending on context, so imho yeah dude there is definitely a bit of Diomedes in his story!!
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