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tw: death

Have you had any visitors lately? ❣️

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Movie night on Olympus... Athena is right now Ares favourite sister.

Ares: BEST CHRISTMAS EVER

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Hades must be so goddamn tired of his family in The Illiad/The Odyssey. First, they start a completely unnecessary war which last a decade which sends a a large, steady stream of new souls to Hades. Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. Then, when the war finally is over, his brother Poseidon throws a hissy fit and sends down over 500 men just like that. And when things at last have cooled down, or at least that's what Hades believes, the mortal his family has been slowly driving insane for the past 20 years, loses his shit and kills 108 men within (at most) a couple of hours. Hades probably wish that his darling family would clean up their own messes for once...

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Palestinian political cartoon criticizes Hamas for achieving its “victory” through the death and destruction of their own people.

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In my headcanon Telemachus doesn’t say the majority words out loud in "I can't help to wonder". Hear me out.

"All my life, I'd have died to meet you Thought about your name so much, it hurts For twenty years, I've dreamt of how I'd greet you Oh, and now you're here, I can't find the words."

It's the last line which made me consider this. I can't find the words. How Telemachus stands there with his father. His father which have been gone for 20 years and missing for 10 of them. And now he suddenly stands there in front of him. The man who has rushed forward like an avenging god through the palace and without mercy slaughtered all of the men who has tormented and threatened Telemachus and his mother. And he doesn't know what to say. He has spend his whole life hero worshipping his father. imagined what he would say and how their first meeting would be. And now that time is here. And he's tongue tied. He's got thousand thoughts rushing through his head and he doesn't know what to start. And his scared. Not that the man who stands before him would hurt him but what if his not good enough? What if the larger than life man who stands before him doesn't accept him?

"If we're like each other, if I have your strength in me All this time I've wondered if you'd embrace me as your own."

He's spends his whole life wondered if he would be the son his father wanted. What if his father sees him as a disappointment? Remember, Telemachus has grown up with tales about his heroic, clever, strong father, and now he stands before him and he has, almost single handed*, managed slaughter all of the suitors just like that.

So I imagine Telamacus standing in front of his father, imitated and insecure. Then Odysseus starts to talk, and his first word are:

"Oh, my son, look how much you've grown Oh, my boy, sweetest joy I've known."

The ruthless avenger is gone. His voice if full of love and wonder. He doesn't know about his son's insecurities but he still meets them all.

"I can only wonder what your world has been Things you've had to suffer, and the strength you hold within All I've ever wanted was to reunite with my own."

He so full of love, joy and pride for his son. His sweet, darling boy who he has spent 20 years fighting for. His beloved child who he tore up heaven and earth to finally meet again. And Telemachus sees the man in front of him transform from Odysseus the avenger, the hero, the myth, to his father. A man overjoyed over finally meet his beloved child. His father his home.

*With the assistant of Telemachus in the last part of the song.

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The first time I heard her sing: "Just a moment of labor that would bring me some peace See that wedding bed? Could you carry it over? Lift it high on your shoulders and take it far away from here."

I was like, wait a second, Just a moment of labor? Did I heard that right? You ask the man take a double bed made of wood and lift it on his shoulders and carry it away? Just like that? And you call it a moment of labor? Just like she asked him carry a sack potatoes and not a huge ass bed???

Damn girl. Did you marry Heracles? How jacked it this man?

In the final song “Would you fall in love with me again”

Pen tells Ody to do her a favour and carry the marital bed high over his shoulder and take it away

Ody loses it over its symbolism and says he’d have to cut it from the roots.

I love that both of them know/ believe that Odysseus is fully capable of overhead pressing a whole ass olive tree + bed without any problems

What did they feed this boy??????

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HELLO

baby artist here *holds up mic* may I ask for a coloring/shading tut? (this is coming from a kid who picks something from the color wheel, and shades where it feels okay and prays she doesn’t die)

Hi, yes! i spent some time to do a quick tutorial for coloring and shading. I'm not quiet good with explanation to be honest, but i hope its okay

I also have some speedpaint where you can see the part of the process!

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Favorite History Books || Infamous Lady: The True Story of Countess Erzsébet Báthory by Kimberly L. Craft ★★★★☆

Some preliminary research quickly demonstrated that facts could not easily be separated from fantasy.  Unlike other documented accounts of criminal personalities, the elaborate tales and legends woven around this particular figure had turned her into something of a caricature.

On the one hand, she was a member of Hungary’s ruling elite, the wife of a national war hero, and descended from an old and illustrious noble family. On the other hand, she was a lesbian vampire witch who bathed in the blood of 600 victims whom she had tortured to death before writing about each in her diary.  She attempted to preserve her youth and beauty through sorcery and murder, and the story of her final punishment—being walled alive within a tower—prompted both books and horror movies, all retelling the ghastly story.

It is said that Countess Báthory inspired both the Brothers Grimm as well as Bram Stoker; even a metal band by the same name found its inspiration through her. Yet, it didn’t make sense. The vampire stories could be brushed aside as superstition but, logistically, how would a member of the aristocracy, someone who managed vast estates, even have time to kill so many people? How could someone who attended the emperor’s court maintain her position in polite society if so much killing was going on? Where would she even stash so many bodies? And why were so many of her victims young girls?

The more I researched the subject, the more I discovered how strange this story really was. Countess Báthory was truly an enigma: uncovering, or recovering, her story became something of an obsession.  I was particularly interested in the legal aspect. Her accomplices were tried and convicted while she, herself, was never tried—yet still convicted. Over 300 witnesses testified, but only a handful claimed to have actually seen her do anything wrong. As for the body count, those with knowledge testified to perhaps 50 dead over a period of decades; one or two thought the count was possibly as high as 200. In fact, the allegation of 650 victims came only from a single source—an unknown servant girl, still in childhood, who based her entire claim on hearsay.

There was, indeed, apparently much more to this story, all of it buried beneath the rubble of history: ruthless politics, relentless religious wars, blood-feuds with Ottoman Turks, and the crumbling vestiges of feudal society struggling to retain its power. In the end, I discovered, as always, that truth was indeed more interesting than fiction.

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"If you turn the scorpion round, that will mean to me, when I return, that you have said yes. The grasshopper will mean no.'... And he again laughed like a drunken demon and left me. Oh, his last words were, "The grasshopper! Be careful of the grasshopper! A grasshopper does not only turn: it hops! It hops! And it hops jolly high!'" POV: You're a young Swedish soprano and a deranged sewer goblin is proposing you.

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Penelope: hey since you’re “not my kind and gentle husband” could you move that wedding bed bc I’m actually supposed to share that with my husband so…

Odysseus: *has just killed 108 people* *has not seen his wife in twenty years* *goes batshit at this bc THATS THE OLIVE TREE WHERE THEY FIRST MET!!*

Telemachus: oh hell nah, idgaf who you are no one yells at my-

Penelope: NO?! YOU WONT?! YEAH, I KNOW BECAUSE YOURE MY MAN! SO DONT PULL THAT EMO SHIT AGAIN OR YOULL SLEEP IN THE WEAPONS ROOM

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Telemachus: my parents are perfect for each other

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Odysseus son of Laertes Odysseus the warrior Odysseus the king Odysseus the hero Odysseus the monster

But the only titles which is important to him, which matters to him is: Odysseus the husband of Penelope and Odysseus the father of Telemachus ❤️

Imagine you’re Telemachus.

Go ahead, picture it. You’re a kid growing up on an island where your dad is literally a living legend, but he’s been MIA your entire life. Twenty years of being “the son of Odysseus’’ and having no idea what that even means. Your mother constantly compares you to a guy you’ve never met, the suitors trash your house, eat your food, and openly plan your mom’s wedding like you’re not even there. Your own people think you’re too green, too weak, too not your father to do anything about it. One day, Athena shows up in disguise (because gods love a good mask) and tells you to stop moping around and go find news of your father. So, you set sail with no real plan, no real power, and a whole lot of unresolved resentment. You brave the seas, deal with cryptic kings, and what do you find? Nothing concrete, just more stories about how amazing Odysseus is. And then, just when you’re starting to think you’ve wasted your time, he shows up. But he turns out to be a killing machine, and you’re in the middle of the bloodbath, trying to keep up while the suitors are out for your head. At one point, they literally use you as bait to corner the king. Your father.

The first words you hear him say? Not to you, but to his enemies: “My mercy has long since drowned. It died to bring me home.’’ Imagine, how does that sit with you? You’ve spent your whole life dreaming of this reunion, hoping for a lovely father, a protector, maybe even a friend. Instead, you get this: a stranger soaked in blood, declaring that mercy — the thing you’ve clung to, the thing your mother embodies — has no place in his world.

But then he turns to you.

And suddenly, everything shifts. He looks at you, really looks at you, and says, “Oh my boy, the sweetest joy I’ve known.’’ The walls he’s built, the hardness he’s worn like armor, crack just enough for you to see the man underneath. For the first time, he’s not Odysseus the warrior, or Odysseus, the son of Laertes. He’s your father. He is Odysseus, father of dear Telemachus.

It doesn’t erase the pain, the years of absence, or the violence you just witnessed. But for that moment, it doesn’t matter. Because for the first time in your life, the man who’s been a myth, a memory, and a mystery, is standing in front of you — and he’s calling you his joy.

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The look of absolute confusion and expiration on Odysseus face in the last picture.

"You spend ten years hating my guts and trying to kill me. And now you praise me and petting my head like I'm a puppy? After I tortured you and turned you into a bloody pulp? The gods doesn't make sense..."

Poseidon: "You finally listened! "My mercy has long since drowned"🎶 You did great!👌🤩"

Odysseus: ...

post ithaca saga odyseidon, anyone??

(10.01.2025)

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/Spanish/

Atenea: Odiseo! Odiseo! Odiseo!

Odiseo: Que-?! QUÍTATE!I

Odiseo: A-Atenea!

Y murió... jaja

/ already posted this in my yt comunity, but not here so... xd/