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@lyculuscaelus / lyculuscaelus.tumblr.com

19; he/they (ὁ in Greek); aroace; sideblog of @tahiriveilasolo Welcome to the lair of Charybdis Xenia to every friend here

Greetings, traveler. You’ve stumbled across an antique land, it seems.

This appears to be a side blog of @tahiriveilasolo, and here you shall find posts and reblogs of Greek mythology related stuff—just a simple demand of τάξις. So if there’s anything about Greek mythology in general or EPIC the Musical itself you’d like to rant with me, just come to this blog! I hope you find this little corner of mine interesting :D

Also, favorite writer of all time: Homer

Ah, a little bird told me it’s a good time to introduce myself. So…

Χαῖρε! I’m the epic psycho you’re looking for. (Pun heavily intended) Call me Lyculus or Τέλος (Telos), either is fine! I go by he/they pronouns, 19, aroace. I love physics (cuz why not), music (I play the guitar and violin), and reading (hell yeah), and ofc writing.

I mostly write fanfics or fanpoems for the Epic Cycle. I have quite a few works in progress and some of them are shared on Tumblr already (I’ll make a masterlist when I’m bored and I’ll upload the rest when I’m not lazy).

I happen to have learned some Ancient Greek and a little Latin, so sometimes I’ll go digging. Hope what I find intrigue you! Discussion is always welcome, as long as it doesn’t come to heated debates concerning certain controversial topics!

The gate of asks is always open, so feel free to venture into the land of the ask box! I pose no threat, I assure you :3 (unless you consider angst a threat, that is, cuz I would do that for sure) (tho actually I’m bored as hell so plz scream at me in the ask box you menaces /lh /nf)

Medal Collection:

  • Survivor of the Circe Saga Stream Crash 2024
  • Survivor of the Wisdom Saga Stream Strike 2024

Catalogue of Hyperfixations:

  • Greek mythology (especially obsessed with the Epic Cycle, and the generation before them)
  • EPIC: the Musical (definitely obsessed)
  • Hadestown
  • Aristos: the Musical
  • Paris: the Musical
  • Ulysses Dies at Dawn
  • Star Wars, especially the Expanded Universe (obsessed. I have my main blog for that for a reason), and Andor
  • Star Trek (love TOS, TNG, DS9, VOY equally; ENT…maybe)

Catalogue of Tags:

  • Lyculī crustula: my rambles
  • Lyculī sermōnēs: my long-winded analyses
  • Lyculī scriptiōnēs: my writings (boy, there’re things in Discord I should really upload here…)
  • Lyculī commenta: analyses/writings I did in some reblogs
  • Lyculī quaesītī: my diggings and little discoveries in ancient literature works
  • Lyculī quaestiōnēs: my replies to asks (so far only appreciation asks)
  • īrōnīae: some Greek mythology/EPIC memes I made

Also feel free to tag me if you find some posts you think that might interest me (especially Telestratus art/writing I’m begging pleading craving plz bromance ftw)

Hmm…yeah, I think that’s about all. Welcome to the land of my blog then, traveler! Xenia to everyone who visits this realm!

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yet another polynices x tydeus piece. because these silly little freaks (affectionate) refuse to leave my head

It’s in the half light of dawn that Polynices leads him out into the throne room, their hands clasped together like two children, a precious, beaming smile on his face. He looks young, like this, without the wrinkles that frame his eyes in soft folds, the deep shadows that make his eyes shine even darker. His hair is piled up in messy curls atop his head, and there’s dust coating his knees and ankles, as if he has been outside already, before the day has even begun. 

Tydeus is impressed, as it usually takes him well into the day to rouse himself. 

Polynices tugs at his hand insistently, and then turns, the wan sunlight catching on the sharp planes of his face. 

“You want me on the throne, don’t you?” He asks, his smile sharpening slightly. 

Tydeus has known him long enough to know that smile means trouble. But he loves trouble, so he tugs him closer by the arm, until their fronts are pressed together, the other tilting his head down, cocked slightly to the side. His eyes glitter with excitement. 

The massing armours in front of their doors have put him in a good mood. The sights of banners and standards and rows upon rows of men, standing for their cause. For his cause. His rightful throne. 

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A Boar and A Lion ( Tydeus and Polynices )

I was honestly not surprised when I found out Diomedes’s dad has his own yaoi (I mean that level of homosexuality needs to come from somewhere) BUT I WAS SURPRISED MTF ATE A GODDAMN BRAIN-

I still don’t know the full Thebaid yet but from bits and pieces I managed to find, this is my attempt of them! Their first meet is them almost beat each other to death, questionable way to start your situation-ship but who am I to judge-

If you guys have any recommend sources for learning more about Thebaid please tell me!

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This is a concept >:D

  1. Promachus, son of Partheopaneus and a nymph, one of the Epigoni, an outstanding archer who just like his father and grandmother was blessed by Artemis, died by his own hand after avenging his father in Thebes, when a nymph tried to persue him (HC*)
  2. Partheopaneus son of Atalanta, one of the Seven who died by a spear in the first Theban war, was gifted arrows and got blessed by Artemis and was considered very beautiful
  3. Eteocles, son of Oedipus, refused to hand over the throne to his brother after the anointed one year rule, died by his brothers hand in a duel
  4. Polynices, son of Oedipus, marched against Thebes when his brother refused to give up the throne and died by Eteocles' hand in a duel
  5. Leodamas, son of Eteocles, killed by Alcmeon in the second Theban war
  6. Thersander, son of Polynices, one of the Epigoni, who claimed the throne after the second theban war, died in Melas during the Trojan war even before the greeks reached Troy,
  7. Polydorus, son of Hippomedon, one of the Epigoni who avenged his father in second Theban war, fought a river and got bathed in his enemies blood, refused to cross the Ocean to sail for Troy (HC*)
  8. Hippomedon, one of the Seven Against Thebes, fought a river and was struck down my many missiles aonce he reached the shore
  9. Aegialeus, son of Adrastus, one of the Epigoni, the only one of the Epigoni to die during the Theban war, struck down by Leodamas
  10. Adrastus, king of Argos, father in law to Tydeus and Polynices, one of the Seven, the only one of them to survive the first Theban war, he died of grief upon his sons death
  11. Alcmeon, son of Amphiaraus, one of the Epigoni who fought in the second Theban war, after the war he avenged his father by killing his mother, who betrayed them for a cursed necklace, and then dies when trying to retrieve the same necklace later
  12. Amphiaraus, one of the Seven, who got swallowed by a rift in the ground during the Theban war, he was the Seer of the greeks who predicted the tragedy that the first Theban war was about to be, his wife forced him to join the war when she was bribed
  13. Amphilochus, son of Amphiaraus, one of the Epigoni who inherited his fathers prophetic skills, he later took part in the expedition against Troy, he predicted the storm that would cause havoc among the greeks when they tried to return after the Trojan war and thus avoided that fate
  14. Euryalus, son of Mecistus, one of the Epigoni, who later joined the trojan war, he participated in funeral games for patroclus in the boxing match
  15. Mecistus, fought in the first Theban war, he won in Boxing during the funeral games for Oedipus, (HC*->) he died when fighting weaponless against the Thebans
  16. Eteoclus, fought in the first Trojan war, he choose to live poorly and declined gifts of gold, (HC*->) he died by a poisoined arrow wound
  17. Medon, one of the epigoni, found favor from Dionysos and thus survived the war, despite being a poor fighter, he cherished adornments and riches (HC*)
  18. Capaneus, one of the Seven who got struck down by Zeus with lighting for blaspheming against the gods, praying to his own right hand
  19. Stheneleus, son of Capaneus, one of the Epigoni, king of one part of Argos, he was Diomedes' charioteer and close companion during the Trojan war
  20. Diomedes, son of Tydeus, the youngest of the Epigoni, later king of part of Argos and hero of the Trojan war, second only to Achilles, he injured two gods in a single day, he was favored by Athena
  21. Tydeus, one of the Seven, brother-in-law to Polynices, favorite of Athena, who died during the first Theban war struck down by one spear and many wounds, Athena wanted to grant him immortality but upon his deathbed a fit of madness had him eat his enemies brain and Athena withdrew her offer

[HC*: Headcanons (completly made up, no mention of that in any source), in the sources some names are mentioned without a story attached, for those 4,5 cases we (once again thanking @lyculuscaelus for the brainstorming) invented things that either is closely connected to their fathers, or seems to fit to the stories, and is unique in its own way, if it was to be told in a retelling, all other information about these people is backed at least by one source]

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thinking about the insane amount of clout the epigoni boys would have amongst the troops. like every man knows the story of the sacking of thebes, its THE most popular song for the poets (until troy is done ofc). like imagine youre just hanging out commiserating with your pals about how youre all going to die at the hands of trojan scum for a war you dont care about and fucking. dwayne the rock johnson walks by. accompanied by kevin hart and ludacris.

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see, everything is an epic cycle (or literally anything) ref if you tried hard enough. “I wanna eat my brain” tydeus. You wanna fight god? diomedes. you wanna commit identity theft? odysseus. apple? golden apple of discord. horses? hektor. trojan virus? i dont need to explain this.

Good morning? When the rosy-fingered Dawn shows up. Goodbye? Hector never got to say it to his Scamandrius.

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Tydeus, Son of Oeneus, father of Diomedes....who fell in the war of the Seven Against Thebes. They all know how you died...

...in a desperate, dying frenzy eating the brain of your enemy; immortality denied. They know how you, as exile, came to Argos and married a daughter of the king, like Polynices, son of Oedipus. And how you soon joined your brother-in-law on his doomed quest to claim his rightful place on the throne of Thebes. How you, as envoy, tried for peace - denied, yet defeated Thebes once? twice? over. In friendly games, then betrayed: fifty against one in nightly ambush against you. Hope for peace was lost. They know how you died in that war, and how your armies failed to take Thebes...and failed even more to reclaim your own throne. They know how your son swore an oath to avenge you. And how ten years later, he, and the other sons of the fallen Seven, warred once more against Thebes; victory on their side. And how your son joined the armies sailing for Troy and how he gained immortal fame.

But who ever asks: "Where did this man come from?", "What lead this man into exile?" Who ever tries to understand?

Well, I shall try, with what I've been given, to tell your tale, and hope to do it justice.

Cursed house of Parthaon, destroyer, son of the god of war. Sons of Parthaon doomed to war each other - outright, and in secrecy - in a frenzy for rulership, a doomed house of fathers who would soon learn to bury their sons. A curse? (What did you do to deserve this fate, I wonder? Or was it simply your ancestors love for bloodshed, that would grant you all this suffering?) Doomed house of Oeneus, in your childrens veins the blood of War ran twice over.

Im starting early in the tale, long before great-hearted Tydeus was born. But you have to know, so you understand in what haunted house Tydeus grew up in, why he became an exile, why he choose the Theban war……

So instead of with you, Tydeus, we will begin our tale with your father Oeneus, son of Parthaon. His two brothers, Melas and Agrius, they have always envied his rule over Calydon, which he secured through his marriage to Althea, (his cousin once removed, descenant of Ares) the daughter of Thestius of Pleuron. Thestius, too, was the father of Leda, mother of Helen, for whom the Trojan war was fought.

Now often have there been wars between Calydon and the Curetes of Pleuron, and for now there was peace. And you Oeneus, you let Dionysos into your house, and turned away your gaze when he caught the attention of your wife and so Deianira was born, (He gifted you a vine for it, and showed you how to plant it.) and Meleager was born to you too, beloved by Ares - cursed to die, when the wood in the fire during his birth was burned.

But then you forgot Artemis in your sacrifices, and she sent you the Calydonian boar, and you called the heroes to defeat the beast. And Atalanta drew first blood. And Meleager killed it and offered its skin as reward to Atalanta. And the brothers of Althea, scorned to hunt with a woman, tried to claim the boar skin for themselves, so in a burst of anger Meleager killed them. And there was war between Calydon and Pleuron & Olenus close by got dragged into it, too. (Olenus: place of birth of Capaneus, who did not stay, but left for Argos scorning his fathers weakness, who would join the Seven Against Thebes, and who would die, blasted by a lighting bolt of Zeus)

And Meleager refused to fight in the war he started, so the war came to the doors of Calydon and nearly the city was sacked. And all his brothers died in that war. And yet he refused to fight, until they begged him. Then he went to war and fended off the armies and fought his way almost all the war to Pleuron with Ares, victory was on his side, when Althea, scared that he would now kill her father too (not just her brothers) burned the wood that held Meleagers life. And Meleager died. And Althea, in horror of what she had done, hung herself. And Meleagers sisters mourning never ceased, and they were turned to birds. Now all but two of Oeneus' children remained: Gorge, and Deianira. And yet the war was not over.

So, begrudgingly - for he feared to loose these, his last children, too - he gave Gorge as wife to Andraemon, a king of Aetolia (was the city he ruled Pylene? Or another nearby?) in return for his miliary support.

And they defeated Pleuron, and Oeneus appointed his brother Agrius to govern the city. And with the thread of Andraemons forces, as well as Calydons, Olenian Hipponous, father of Capaneus and Periboea, sought for peace. Here Oeneus was a guest in Hipponous' halls, and he lay with his daughter Periboea, unknown to all. And Capaneus left the city, in scorn for his fathers refusal of war - he would find a loyal wife and forces in Argos.

Now Oeneus and Hipponous reached an agreement for peace, and Oeneus returned to Calydon. And Deianira married Heracles - Oeneus was relucant to let her go, the last child in his house. But now Periboea was pregnant, and rumor said she had lain with Hippostratus, but she claimed that it was Ares who had joined her bed, though she knew the childs true father. Knowing that Oeneus was bereft of wife and male issue, Hipponous send her, in the end, to Calydon. As price of honor, a peace offering. Trusting that her tales of Ares' involvements would be enough to keep the peace between their cities: for Oeneus lacked a male heir now. And Oeneus took Periboea as wife, and she gave birth to Tydeus, Oeneus' true son. (Did Hipponous suspect? Or was it luck or fate or godly intervention?)

A few years later Olenias was born, younger brother to Tydeus. They grew up in Calydon, the home haunted by the ghosts of Meleager and his brothers who still burned in the memories of their father and the wailing of their bird-sisters could still be heard in the winds. And Melas, brother of Oeneus, and his sons, still envied Oeneus‘ throne, for why had Agrius received a city but not he? Still…the children matured: Tydeus reaches stern adulthood. He was impulsive, and loud and full of life, and somehow he filled the emptiness his dead siblings had left behind, he loved sparring and hunting in the woods, he was fierce and quick to make friends and quick to anger, and quick to forgive those he loved and loyal to his family and country. His little brother was eager to follow after him, striving to be just like him, he was not yet a man, but had nearly left boyhood behind. Both of them were eager to prove themselves.

One day, Tydeus and Olenias went hunting. The Calydonian boar was dead, but there was still plently other game in the woods. They hunted in the forest between Pleuron - their uncles abode - and Calydon. Daring? Sure. Did their parents know they were out alone hunting? Probably not. They were traveling to Pleuron, hunting on their way there. They found their prey. Olenias drew first blood, Tydeus dealt the death blow. And as Tydeus skinned the boar Olenias wandered off.

Night was fast approaching and as fate would have it, the sons of Melas were hunting in the very same forest of their uncle…or maybe they knew the sons of Oeneus were traveling alone. They had not forgotten their fathers desire for the throne. Their own. And doomed Olenias ran into them, as he lost his way in the dark and they convinced him to join their hunt. Its dangerous alone in the forest, don’t you know? Especially so late at night, so they said to him. They promised to help him find Tydeus, once they hunted their game, they knew it was close by…Innocent, unfortunate youth. He trusted them, for his cousins had always treated him fairly before. He could not have known the darkness of their hearts, the plan they formed in brotherly silence the second they saw him stumble through the thicket. Olenias could not have known that they planned to take him to force his father off the throne (wasn’t it easier to string a lie to have the young boy follow them willingly, rather than kidnap him by force?) Little did Olenias know that the game his cousins hunted for was not a boar, not an animal at all, but his older brother: Tydeus, heir of Calydon.

He, in the meantime was looking for Olenias, concerned for his safety in the dark forest. He carried the boar skin on his back, which he had planned to gift to Olenias. After all, it had been the first time his brother had drawn a games blood. But in the rush of the hunt Tydeus had lost track of time. He should have been more careful, he knew, and now he searched for his younger brother.

Melas' sons found him first.

Eight against one, they ambushed him, and Tydeus defended himself, recognizing his cousins and knowing within a heartbeat their reason for the attack, their jealousy that had long been brewing - his anger rose and he killed every one of them, proving himself, but at what cost? - not knowing the brother he had been searching for was in their midsts; confused and caughed unawares by the fray. When the ninth body dropped to the ground, Tydeus stormed to Pleuron where he faced off Agrius, yelling about the ambush, fury born of bitter betrayal driving him into a rage. Yet all the while he kept looking around the halls, expecting to find his brother already there, having found safety in the halls. Upon hearing the news, Agrius however had his heart already fixed on the throne of Calydon, secretly gleeful and his brother Melas' unlucky lot. Tydeus saw the gleam of triumph in the eyes of Agrius, so alike to the one gleaming in the eyes of Melas' sons. So Tydeus asked the men to find the bodies of the men he had slain, to prove his point, and to demand justice for himself. And that they did. Carrying nine bodies, one of them still breathing - barely. Tydeus upon catching sight of his brother Olenias, let out a frightened cry. He tried to rush to Olenias, but they held him back from his brothers still bleeding side. Olenias, barely holding on to life's light, noticed Tydeus and his mouth formed words that did not escape his lips, reaching out with his blood-covered hand. But the youngest prince of Calydon lost his strenght before Tydeus could fight off the grip of the men that held him down, before he could fall down at his side to plead for his forgiveness and before he could ask how he ended up in the fray. Even before Olenias stops breathing Agrius now already demanded Tydeus' exile. Tydeus…oh Tydeus, fratricide unwilling, who would believe you now? Did you not also slaughter the sons of your uncle, all of them, in a single night? And before the words declaring exile were even spoken, Tydeus turned and ran, leaving the gated halls of Pleuron and Calydonian woods behind - to atone for his brothers murder, that was the customx, horror and guilt drove him forth - but there was rage boiling in his gut, for he knew the ambitions of his fathers brothers. Yet he left as exile, deep in his heart set to be back to take his kingdom when the time came. Leaving Aetolia behind, he wandered through Achaea and Arcadia for months, never quite able to escape the haunting image of his brother dying in his arms, a life he took. The only thing Tydeus carried with him when he left was what he'd been wearing, his weapons, and the boar hide. He kept the boarskin for himself. Unlike Meleager, he would not go to war for it, but instead he carried it, a memory of his brother. A memory of his sin. Eventually Tydeus would reach Argos - he had lost track of time, of himself - the heavy boar hide on his back a steady reminder of what he’d done. And then he met Polynices, an exile who also suffered betrayal, and was denied his right to the throne, who was haunted by his family's ghostly sins.

But Agrius, rid of Tydeus for now waited patiently until Andraemon, son-in-law to Oeneus, had his attention elsewhere since he could involve himself in war on behalf of his father-in-law if Agrius acted too soon. The ruler of Pleuron did not have to wait for long. Tydeus called to arms from Argos to march against Thebes. And they followed his call. And when news arrive from Thebes, Agrius rejoiced. Now he had free reign. Tydeus, the exile, last potential threat and beloved prince of Calydon was dead. Their troops suffered many losses. Oeneus was utterly defeated - again bereft of children. And now nothing was standing in Agrius‘ way.

So he deposed Oeneus, and while the Aetolian region was united when Tydeus called to arms, it was in friendly alliance and love and loyalty for their prince. But now Agrius ended up seizing Calydon from Oeneus, and Olenus too.

He let Andraemon keep his his city. But now he was not able to fight Agrius for the rest of Calydon and help his father-in-law. At this point Agrius has more influence and forces than him, a war only a fool would start. So Agrius rules over Calydon and its surrounding regions...

…until Diomedes comes, son of Tydeus, still heady with victory over Thebes, new king of Argos, marches to Aetolia, his goal to free his grandfather from imprisonment. He joins forces with Thoas, son of Andraemon, and they defeat Agrius - most of his sons are slain and he ends his own life when he is exiled, the sons of Porthaon now all know the loss of their children - and they free Oeneus. And Diomedes hands the throne Thoas. Andraemons son now rules over Calydon and the regions Agrius held, as well as the ones Andraemon had kept, the ones who had remained loyal to Oeneus. And with these Thoas will match against Troy, and Diomedes, with his own forces will join the war and bring victory for the Achaeans.

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Thanks again to @lyculuscaelus @holy-mother-of-whumpers and @akaittou for helping me dig through the research and make sense of all the sources for Tydeus as well as figuring out the family trees, political and geographical relations as well as the details for Tydeus' exile ♡

Bonus Material! (Because we all love them, dont we)
Glossary:

Tydeus, son of Oeneus and Periboea, a prince of Calydon

Parthaon, son of Ares, father of Oeneus, Malas & Agrius

Oeneus, son of Parthaon, king of Aetolian Calydon

Althea, daughter of Thestius, princess of Pleuron, first wife of Oeneus and mother of Meleager, Deianira, Gorge and the other sons and daughters who die in the war after the Hunt

Melas, son of Parthaon, brother of Oeneus

Agrius, son of Parthaon, brother of Oeneus

Thestius, son of Demonice and Ares, king of Pleuron, father of Althea, Leda (mother of Helen) & her two brothers who Meleager kills during the Calydonian hunt

Meleager, son of Oeneus and Althea, who killed the Calydonian boar and his uncles, who wanted to claim the boar skin for themselves

Deianira, daughter of Althea and Dionysos, who married Heracles

Capaneus, son of Hipponous, born in Olenus, was one of the seven against Thebes, father of Stheneleus (one of the Epigoni)

Gorge, daughter of Oeneus and Althea, who married Andraemon for a miltary alliance, mother of Thoas

Andraemon, a king in Aetolia, possibly Pylenes' king, father of Thoas and husband of Gorge

Hipponous, king of Olenus, father of Capaneus and Periboea

Hippostratus, a man who was claimed to have slept with Periboea

Periboea, daughter of Hipponous, second wife of Oeneus, mother of Tydeus and Olenias

Olenias, Tydeus' younger brother

Thoas, son of Andraemon and Gorge, later king of Calydon & and the surrounding cities, who took the throne after Agrius was exiled by him and Diomedes and lead the Aetolians armies to Troy

Diomedes, hero of the Trojan war and one of the Epigoni, son of Tydeus and Deiyple, king of Argos

Polynices, son of Oedipus, who wants to claim his rightful year as king of Thebes

Oedipus, previous king of Thebes, who unknowingly married his mother and killed his father

Atalanta, huntress in the Calydonian Boar Hunt, who drew first blood

Curetes: name for the people living in Pleuron

Calydon, a city-state in Aetolia, ruled by: Parthaon, Oeneus, Agrius, Thoas,

Pleuron, a city in Aetolia, close to Calydon, often at war, ruled by: Thestius, Agrius, Thoas

Olenus, a city in Aetolia, ruled by: Hipponous, Agrius, Thoas

Plyene, a city in Aetolia, possibly ruled by: Andreamon, Thoas

Argos, a city-state in Argolis, ruled by: Adrastus, Diomedes (up till: trojan war)

Maps!
Sources:

I mainly used the ToposText website for research, since it has the most translations of our original sources for greek myths.

(not an exhaustive list, but i tried to find as many as I could, the ones at the top I tend to to follow more, the last are just very few or single mentions for additional info and geography, only linked the important ones, the rest are also on the website though)

Aeschylus, Seven Against Thebes

Euripides, Suppliant Women

D Scholia to the Iliad

Ovid, Metamorphoses

Pausanias, Description of Greece

Hesiod, Fragments

Strabo, Geography

Sophocles, Trachinian Women

[Sophocles, Oedipus Rex/Antigone/Epigoni]

This website is great! I recommend it, great ones are also:

Theoi and Perseus Digital Library if you wanna do research, perseus' library tends to have the text in the originial languages (greek/latin) as well as a fancy word-translation tool

I also highly recommend reading the epics, plays & poems because theyre GREAT

My favorite Iliad and Odyssey translations at the moment are from Robert Fagles. Fritzgeralds are pretty good too I believe as well as A.S. Klines.

For the Thebiad: Jane Wilson Joyce for a poetic version (highly recommend but not the easiest read), or a bit easier read A.S. Klines translation which is also aviable copyright free (for non-commercial use) on the website for Poetry In Translation!

Reading the Theban Plays by Sophocles was a BLAST, I listened to the dramatized audiobook produced by BBC and hearing them acted out makes it such a great expierence! Highly recommend those

We mixed a LOT of these sources and many different versions across sources and time together for this headcanon, however, I tried to go for a version which none of the main sources (Iliad, Thebiad) contradict, and also fills in the blanks of what happened in a fairly reasonable way, explaining motivations and various political situations that we know of throughout the sources.

Explaining my reasoning for each choice made would take way too long of an essay, but everyone is welcome to either adopt this HC as it is, or use whatever parts you like, or do your own research and come up with your own version of events! :D (tag me if you do?)

This compilation and analysis is awesome by itself!!! Loving this so much!!! And a pleasure to be part of this great hunting and brainspiraling 🫡

Also all hail collective HC for our poor boy Olenias‼️ This kriffing hurts and I love it 😢

Ok now maybe imagine if it didn’t take too long for Odysseus to finish the oar quest as instructed by Teiresias, say, a year or two (maybe three but tops I swear) from when he sailed from Ithaca to the mainland and went all the way northwards, until he at last finished the ritual and then returned once more back to his homeland.

It wasn’t a woeful journey, this time—just receiving Xenia from different cities, meeting some old faces and new faces (cue Acarnan and Amphoterus sons of Alcmaeon in Acarnania; maybe catching up with his brother-in-law Alyzeus in the city of Alyzia; maybe visiting Amphilochus in Amphilochia cuz why not; maybe helping out a young Thesprotian prince Polypoetes son of Pheidon the deceased king in a war and having to sign an adoption contract), disguising as an old man, lying his way northward—“hey look I’m just a simple Cretan but I can tell you about Odysseus if you want” (turns out all those non-Homeric traditions are stories Odysseus in disguise told to those Epirotes along the way), maybe all the way to Buthrotum where Helenus and Andromache welcomed him unaware of his identity (as he yapped about how he was a Ciconian whose hometown Ismarus was destroyed by cruel Odysseus as he was brought along the way until getting marooned in Thrinacia and something something Phoenicians and stuff) as they traded stories and ended up lamenting the fall of Troy and talking shit on Odysseus—including Odysseus himself (“fun,” says Odysseus as he continues throwing slanders on himself, “now shall I tell you how he died by some guy named Telegonus, someone born to him on Aeaea though I didn’t see anything”), maybe reaching the land of Illyrians where he heard about their history from Cadmus’s arrival to the not-so-recent Epigonoi war (and all Odysseus can think about is his bestie), maybe finding his way past the Riphean Mountains to Hyperborea where he finally performed the ritual (I mean, no ship, no salt…sounds like it).

Then maybe he’s picking a path south-east to visit some old friends (*snaps* what did you say Nauplius has done again *picks up a rock* alr say it again), maybe traversing the rest of Greece from Thessaly (didn’t see you back in war—how are y’all faring, O so many sons of Heracles?) to Mycenae (your dad sends his regards from hell, Orestes) to Argos (wait where the heck is my Diomedes) to Sparta (Menelaus: hehehehe I knew you’d make it old buddy oh btw your son has your thighs) to Pylos where Nestor finally gave him a ship to go home cuz he had no oar left (Nestor: also Peisistratus my boy I know you want to go to Ithaca for some…*coughs* specific reasons so here’s the ship and you’re the captain).

Back to Ithaca! Telemachus celebrated Odysseus’s return with joy (and was surprised by Peisistratus’s arrival). During his father’s absence he had run the kingdom well—a good job continuing to reestablish the class of nobility in Cephalonia as Odysseus willed it. Then Odysseus found Penelope waiting at the olive tree, as she met his gaze and smiled—and the world was again back into shape, for Odysseus, the great craftsman.

And this time, Odysseus finally realized he was this old, this tired, after all the years of traveling. The world of wanderings, in the end, had become too much, too far away, for the man of twists and turns. Not even the world of reality could mend the scars left in his heart, a mind forever haunted by shadows of the past. But for now, a world of home would do—it’d be everything for him, really—just a man with his family, and the peaceful days he had long craved.

So he swore to stay, here by the side of his love ones, never again to be apart. So he stayed, for the rest of his life, till death in the coming days did them part…

He’d inherit his father’s farm after old Laërtes’s death, and teach Telemachus the art of gardening, to take care of all the grape vines, fig trees, pear trees, apple trees, and…olive trees. He’d sing his tales to the new generation of Ithacan children, mentoring them on the virtues of Xenia, of bravery, of love. And he’d go back to his old habit of carving, sculpting figurines out of wood—oh, but he’d make so many wonders—the monsters of legends (that he had seen), the faces of old acquaintances (that he would never forget), the images of gods (that he had stolen)…and he’d show them all to his family, and sometimes, to his people struck by curiosity.

Meanwhile, Telemachus would be so delighted to indulge a father who had long missed the chance to raise his own child, as a son who had never got the chance to make any childhood memory with his father. And so often would they roam around in the forests, catching up days forever lost to them both. Meanwhile, Penelope would be so enamored of her husband’s passion, as the one who knew his mind best (oh, what a blessing of homophrosyne). And so often would they pace around in the farm, chattering at length from the rosy-fingered Dawn till the star-filled night…

Maybe at some point, the memories would prove to be too heavy for the old king. Days and nights his family would find him whispering commands that went unheard, words of comfort that he no longer needed—or that he needed the most. All he saw were illusions of the horror he had once witnessed. All he heard were hallucinations of the Siren song he had once heard. Maybe after all these years, ptsd had finally caught up with him. Maybe it went even worse after Penelope’s passing…

Until one day, a stranger knocked the gate of Odysseus’s palace open.

Prince Telemachus offered him food—he politely refused, asking to meet the old king right away.

Odysseus came out, fixing his gaze on the visitor’s face—it seemed foreign, yet strangely familiar—it was as if he had known him so long ago, in a place he couldn’t quite name. But the stranger only moved forward, meeting Odysseus’s eyes.

“Come,” he said gently. “Time to join the rest of them…time to join her.”

And Odysseus knew.

Turning to his son, Odysseus muttered a few words of comfort. Somehow, Telemachus knew this to be a farewell—he embraced his father one last time, smiling in tears.

The prince of Ithaca watched the two of them walk away, to the sea where the stranger came from, as he suddenly leapt, spreading a pair of wings, carrying Odysseus off quickly. Realization struck him finally.

The stranger was none other than fearful Thanatos.

So this is the Death that comes to him from the sea, in such a gentle way.

Imagine if it took Odysseus too long to find the place Teiresias described, where people knew nothing of the sea, where a wayfarer would call the oar on his shoulder a shovel for winnowing.

The old sailor was roaming from cities to cities, learning customs and asking for directions—it had all been useless. There was not a kingdom which had not heard tales of the Achaeans’ war and return, not a place where Poseidon’s glory was unsung, not a people who ate food without mixing with salt. After all these days—or was it years?—of seeking, he might as well believe it was just another cycle of sufferings sent by the gods just to toy with him, in search of a place which might not even exist.

He had survived this long—hunting for food with his old bow in the wild, receiving hospitality from friendly hosts in the cities—he had survived and known he’d live on. But how long must he keep living this way, till he could at last find a place to mark his journey’s end?

Maybe it was his fate to return one day; but how long was it going to take this time?

Frustration after frustration, pain after pain, despair after despair—still the great-hearted man held on, holding himself together to carry on day after day, month after month, year after year…he’d be fighting a war with himself, just to question if it was all worth it after all.

He did not suffer everything to return home just for this to happen again.

He did not reunite with his family after all these years just to depart from them again.

He did not carry out Fates’ calling just to find himself toyed by them all over again.

But the day did come, when he felt so blissful, hearing the tongue so familiar to him (would you chance to be a bright-eyed goddess in disguise, stranger?)—telling him how he carried a winnowing-fan on his broad shoulders, such words sweet like the promise of homecoming to his mind, filling his heart with hopes once more. And he’d finish his task and set out, and do it again.

And he did it, again.

And the sight of his sunny Ithaca welcomed his lone arrival, again.

He was just not sure how long it had actually taken him, until he found himself collapsing by Penelope’s deathbed, broken into wails and screams, as her weak hands caressed his wrinkled face tenderly, wiping off the tears that burned like a city. And there, Telemachus was kneeling by their side—oh, what a renowned king he had become—holding his father’s weary back, keeping him firm, keeping him home. He raised his tear-drowned head, still apologizing, still trying to look for solace in Penelope’s eyes…

But she only weaved her forgiveness into a smile, saying, “welcome home, daemonie.”

They conversed and traded their stories. The bright-eyed goddess held back the slayer of Argus, giving them one more chance to repair the time they had lost. But the moment would not last forever—and they both knew. And they all knew.

It was far from enough; but it would be enough, soon.

The next day, Odysseus held a hecatomb for the gods, and a funeral for his dearest Penelope.

With both of those carried out, there was only one more thing left to do.

The old sailor walked up to the shores, lying down by the sea, letting the gentle waves take him away in peace.

He had accomplished the last task in Teiresias’s prophecy.

Just imagine.

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