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epic the musical sideblog

@scyllaenjoyer

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Epic the Musical and Greek mythology sideblog (main blog @chaosandtwo) where I'll mostly post my epic and mythology things

My fics:

  • bliss; the one where I swap au Suffering and Penelope has to kill Sirendysseus
"Then jump in the water and kiss me," he says. He extends his arms, making as if to catch her, skin stretching over muscle and bone.
She takes a step back. "Odysseus, I've told you this before. You know I'm afraid of the ocean."
  • Apetite; the one where Circe is the wandering sailor and Odysseus is the sorcerer
After a confrontation with Poseidon, Circe, queen of Aeaea, washes on the shore of the island of the sorcerer king Odysseus.
There was no sign of the king or the general or the father or the husband he had been. Calypso had washed it away, steady as the sea wearing down a rock.
As he waits for Odysseus on the shores of Ithaca, Poseidon fantasizes of what he'll do to him when their paths cross.
  • belong to you; the modern au where Calypso kidnaps Odysseus, and now that he's amnesiac, she has no intention of letting him go
After a mysterious accident, Odysseus wakes up with no memories, beaten, and with a broken foot. Luckily enough for him, his wife, Calypso, is there to make everything right.
Sing, o Muse, of the story of lion-hearted Penelope, that woman of many twists and turns, and tells us of her long journey back to her home.
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speak on it diva, the crash out of achilles which got every bitch chalanting and got them fucked up so bad they were for the dogs and birds

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Paris and being both on the inside and, forever and indelibly, on the outside in his family (and society)...

He's unquestionably one of their brothers, a full brother from the king and queen, even. But he also grew up for most of his youth not in the family - and not just not in the family, but in a life entirely opposite to that of free princes; an enslaved herdsman.

He has undoubtedly adjusted - and quickly - to being a prince, absorbing what he needs to blend in, not just as part of the family, but as a prince. But only to a degree; even exiled princes are still princes, knowing of their lineage and having their dignity and education. Paris has none to little of that. He hasn't had the same education for as long, hasn't been steeping in the same culture and attitudes for his whole life.

And then there is his effeminacy. Even if one gives that the royal family might both have more than a touch of that in quite a few of its members and that wouldn't put him on the outside, then Paris still is too much of it. In everything, the way he makes himself look, the way he behaves - but also his attitudes, weaving into the above. Because sure, you can be a bit effeminate, but if you don't value martial skill and effort and kleos and doing your (manly) duty... That puts him on the outside, because his attitude to the (elite) views on war and kleos and all that is very much not normative or "acceptable".

And maybe all of this would be true even if he'd been raised in the family his whole life like any other of his siblings, maybe it would not, but that possibility/question again has Paris on that inside-outside balance...

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"You are my truest friend in the whole army" "I would do this and much more at your request"

Oh Agamemnon you want Odysseus so bad its making you look silly

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600 strike update

im almosst half done with the animation

like the only things that i have left to do is the fight scene and the... stabbing

bUT i thinnkkk that if i really lock in i can get this done by may, i hope cause im so tired i want to finish this rn jhsddhs

and as a little tease, these frames that i liked

yeah ive got experience in handling international relations. ive got mutuals from all over the world and they even reblog posts from me

y'ever think how menelaus' last words spoken in the iliad are like ..... a speech to Himself? like he's talking to himself. homer is allowing him to have that closure and the final say on who he is.

"Antilochus, now it is my turn to yield to you, for all my mounting anger . . . you who were never wild or reckless in the past. It's only youth that got the better of your discretion, just this once—but the next time be more careful. Try to refrain from cheating your superiors. No other Achaean could have brought me round so soon, but seeing that you have suffered much and labored long, your noble father, your brother too-all for my sake— I'll yield to your appeal, I'll even give you the mare, though she is mine, so our people here will know the heart inside me is never rigid, unrelenting."

this is a man telling himself that he is SORRY. for the damage he's done. he acknowledges the sacrifices made for him and he is grateful but he regrets it ever having happened. he wants to honour all the men who've fought for him - like he does here giving antilochus the horse. he's telling himself that he is not a stubborn, harsh man. his heart can change. he can be moved. he FEELS. and he is so freaking sorry. homer allows menelaus this reflection. this introspection. this moment of 'you are not perfect, you fucked up. but you're softer then most men here and sometimes that has to be enough.'

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