#I love you Calypso

[denim-wizard]

ALL HAIL THE SNAIL !!! The One, The Only, the ass kicking, wire tapping, telepathic snail pirate-- they're here to eat raw lettuce and bench press ships: EVERYBODY GIVE IT UP FOR CALYPSO!!! ((Booming Crowd Cheer SFX))

Ok to be very for real, this originally started as a complete joke concept... but I've grown to love this character immensely. The first fan character I make in half a decade and it's a One Piece OC. Luckily im not the only one-- I hope to be posting more about the little fan crew me and some good friends have made, with each of us having our own weirdos to flesh out the ranks. For now, a little bit about Cal ! Former member of the Sun Pirates, now set off on their own adventure with a rookie crew, Calypso is a sea snail fishman who serves as a first mate, informant slash tactician, and emergency navigator. Their snail heritage gives them the unique ability to tap into the telepathic frequencies of den den mushi, and their penchant for digging up secrets without explanation has given them quite the reputation as some sort of oracle.... and they're more than fine with not correcting people on it.

For (eventually?) more about Calypso, their toyhou.se page can be found here!

[lilislegacy]

piper: what’s a cute little thing that belongs to your partner and whenever you see it, it just reminds you that they’re yours

will, softly smiling: nico’s playing cards

nico: *trying not to blush*

leo: calypso’s threads. it comforts me to see them sitting on my table

calypso: *looking at him lovingly*

hazel, with heart eyes: frank’s bow. i always think of how handsome he looks when he shoots it

frank: *giving her heart eyes*

percy: annabeth’s fucking mile-long blonde hairs that i pull out of my buttcrack in the shower

annabeth: *evil cackling across the room*

[ahotpeaceofshit]

[madbard]

“I hate that I fell in love with you.”

But she didn’t. She found him lying on the beach, and he was real, and he was there, and she wasn’t alone anymore, and she responded with such desperation and carelessness that she hurt him and drove him away.

She’d been alone so long that she mistook the relief of not being alone for love. She felt connection for a moment - and through her own actions, she messed it up.

(Even if she hadn’t, he still would have left her. She still would have ended up alone.)

“Why in the world won’t you love me too?”

Because you can’t control who does or doesn’t love you - but how would Calypso know that? She doesn’t know what love is. Chances are, no one will ever love her again.

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

odysseus is a better person than me...

because if the person/woman/goddess who had me trapped & under her control for 7 years, and was forcing onto me a one-sided relationship (even though she knew from day 1, that i had a wife called penelope, who i cried for every day at the beach for those 7 years)

was then crying about being "not sorry for loving you" and trying to justify her actions in keeping me prisoner (you can't convince me she wasn't)

my response to my LIE (she asked him to lie don't forget) saying "i love you" and her responding "you do?"

it certainly wouldn't be "but not in the way you want me to"

it would be "HADES NO, YOU DERANGED ASS MANIPULATIVE HARPY"

before swiftly grabbing my stuff, jumping onto my raft and sailing away as quick as i can (while totally not giving her the ancient greek equivalent of a middle finger)

but that's just me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[notcryingtoday]

why is it always "sorry i have a partner" and never "hell no i could kill you where you stand, i'm no pet i'm a married men"?

should i lower my standards?

[letsplaythermalnuclearwar]

tbh I think Calypso views herself as Odysseus's rest and reward. like, she's the comfort in a hurt/comfort fic. she's the therapy saga. and honestly, a lot of her actions make sense when you look at it like that.

Odysseus is traumatised and scared and hurting. and she understands that. she's so understanding that she doesn't take it personally when he yells or screams or begs -- trauma makes it hard to regulate emotions, after all. he'll calm down in a little bit.

she's so understanding that she's not even hurt when he rejects her advances. he's been alone for so long that he's scared of intimacy now. but she doesn't let that discourage her. he'll get used to the idea eventually.

she's so understanding that she doesn't give up on him, even when he talks and talks and talks about his wife and son. obviously he wants to go back to them, but what he wants isn't what's good for him. that's fine, he doesn't need to know what's good for him yet. that's what she's for.

she's so understanding that she doesn't even let it upset her too much when Ody stands too close to the edge and stares out at sea below like its calling to him. it's okay. she can catch him if he falls.

sure, they're relationship isn't what she's dreamed about for centuries -- real relationships never are that perfect. her Ody has a lot of healing to do. and she'll make sure she's with him through it all.

[heliomanteia]

While the changes done to Odysseus' characterization within the musical set him far aside from the Homeric Odysseus, I feel like there was no way to write the musical in the way Jorge wrote it while keeping Homeric Odysseus' characterization entirely intact.

Jorge's Odysseus functions in a different layer, a different medium of media. He's part his own character, part Jorge, part the viewers' self-insert through which you can feel the events of the musical as if you are, as well, Odysseus to some degree.

There are a lot of moments of "Odysseus would not fucking say that", but I think they are justified because it's not Odysseus saying that, it's the audience. Jorge is very generous with the range he gives to Odysseus' emotional/moral frame because, yeah, Homer's Odysseus wouldn't even think about adopting Scamandrius for a number of reasons. It would never happen (especially happily) within the logic of the myth. Jorge's Odysseus voices that desire as a modern (in his morals) character inserted into a situation of ancient logic. The conflict of the "little man thrust into the world of bigger things" which isn't entirely inaccurate to the Homeric source is more prominent within the musical because Jorge's Odysseus is a child of modern morality.

I'm guessing the same reasoning can be given for how Circe is treated with the coercion narrative being switched up for her characterization in the musical: it's easy for Jorge to justify her caution with wariness but it wouldn't be possible to justify the victimization of Odysseus (very true to his myth counterpart) while under Circe's control. I expect similar lighthearted narration for Calypso as well. Musical morals are not morals of the initial text; neither of them are better or worse, you just shouldn't mix them up.

Jorge's Odysseus and Homeric Odysseus are different people, ultimately, but they are also products of their time and space and creative medium.

[miwkchii]

Tweaked my calypso design just a tiny bit ☆

[dootznbootz]

My interpretation of the "I love you...But not in the way you want me to." from "I'm Not Sorry for Loving You".

I love the idea of "Calypso has sandbox mode over Ogygia" (AKA she controls every rock, every plant, the sand, etc.) in which with how Calypso starts to basically vent with her whole

"I'm angry. I'm tired. I'm restless and sad." and so on, if her anger is causing the island to lash out as well. Not even realizing what she's doing.

The sand starts to crawl over his feet as though to keep him rooted to Ogygia. The wind becomes harsh as the leaves of trees rustle in anger as the branches start to loom over as though they are trying to grab him. The voices that echo her words are getting louder and louder in his ears. Foliage starts to close in and thorns are sharp and biting. The sand starts shifting near where the raft he built rests and Odysseus panics and

"I love you!"

"...You do?"

Only then does the island remain paradise once more. The world now quiet and serene, the sand becomes loose around his feet again so he runs to the raft, pushing off into the sea. Out of her reach of her domain. Poseidon's possible wrath is much preferable to the miserable cage of Ogygia with its Goddess who takes.

Opening the sail, he turns back and finishes with "But not in the way you want me to."

The wind picks up and her anger unintentionally pushes him further away. Odysseus lied to her, just as she "wished". Odysseus watches from afar, safe from her, as Ogygia and its raging earth gets smaller and smaller. For the first time in a very long time, he can breathe in relief and starts to feel hope bloom.

[envishjarta]

A compilation of Epic gifs I made because I can. I did two versions of Calypso because I couldn't decide if I wanted one of her just stomping around or if I should leave her full line in. As for Hermes... Man is SO gay. Love him. <3

[denim-wizard]

Hell Hath No Fury (Like The Leviathan)

Calypso is a relaxed person by nature, often more than content to lean into the lazy façade that others have built up for them-- it's easier to go with the flow than fight against it. Patience can be apathy by another name, some days.

That being said, everyone has a limit.

Cal may be tolerant of a lot, sometimes too much... but at heart they are still a pirate, with all the mean and nasty things that come with it. This is 'Calypso the Oracle' in the rare bout of righteous fury.

(Want more Calypso? Find the original post here, or their toyhou.se page here)

[iwannascreameurekaa]

As much as I dislike caleo, calypso herself is not an inherently bad character (only talking about pjo, if we're talking about the accurate calypso from Greek myths then I'm tying up my hair and putting my hands up she's awful there)

but the thing is that TOA caleo ruined any development that she could have had

You had a boy who never felt loved and a girl who always fell in love with people that couldn't stay and threw them together? It's a good ship in concept

but then you get to the plot holes and stuff

like calypso being 6000+ years old and Leo being 16

and calypso being insanely rude and demeaning to Leo throughout TOA

it's just not a good ship and I'm sorry because it could've been cute it really could've but it's not

i really really hope that rick realizes that caleo isn't a good or healthy relationship bc it would be better for both calypso and Leo to break up

imagine calypso, someone who has been cursed to never find true love (JUST LIKE REYNA!) finally getting in the mindset that she doesn't need a guy to be happy that she can live her own life without relying on romance

imagine calypso joining the hunters of artemis. would that not be the most perfect thing for her character?

and Leo, who has never found someone who stays with him and loves him for who he is, going on a mission (similar to Orpheus and Eurydice) and bringing Jason back to life and them living together

it's my silly valgrace obsessed brain but seriously??? THIS WOULD BE SO GOOD

And the fanfic writers that I know have written "sequels" like this and did it so perfectly prove that this COULD be done

please Rick I am begging you make my tragic gays happen PLEASEEE

[lovely-p-issues]

Calypso put the new flowers in the vase.

It didn't matter how much water she poured in or how often she changed the plants - the flowers always wilted after a few hours and nothing of her magic could prevent that. She didn't understand that. Just like she didn't understand a lot of things that had happened since her Beloved had shown up on her island.

The late dinner was slowly cooling, the smell wafted throughout the house and the last wisps of steam were disappearing somewhere in the air. She was used to waiting for him. To waiting for him to turn up in her bed at night, for him to join her in the warm springs of the island and rest in her embrace, for him to give up those childish dreams of Ithaca and burn all those tools he was trying to hide from her.

She had waited so long. She could have waited a little longer.

‘Oh darling, this looks just amazing.’

It wasn't Odysseus' voice. Odysseus never sounded so cheerful.

She turned and clenched her fist, and the candles in the room flickered.

At the head of the table, where she usually seated Odysseus, sat a strange man.

No, not a man.

A god, smiling at her with his teeth bared. He sprawled comfortably in a chair, holding a chalice in his hand, Odysseus' chalice, into which she had not yet had time to pour wine. However, the intruder seemed not to mind as he took a sip from it without taking his eyes off her. In his other hand he held a strange staff, entwined with two snakes. He rotated it in his hand, as if slightly bored.

‘This place is not for you, Hermes,’ Calypso growled, and the candles went out completely.

She noticed with anger that the Lilies of the Valley, which only an hour ago had tempted her with their fragrance in the meadow, had begun to bow to the ground. The petals were covered in spots.

The Messenger of the Gods only laughed heartily. Something about that joy made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. He waved the Caduceus, and the candles lit up again, but this time with a rosy glow. She gritted her teeth.

‘So you remember me? I shouldn't be surprised, I can make an impression, after all I am-’

‘Uninvited. And unwelcome.’

‘Funny, I don't recall you being bothered by not being invited when the waves tossed a certain wanderer onto the shore.’

She turned.

‘I enjoy his company.’

She had work to do. She placed the pot over the hearth.

‘I don't doubt it, darling. Tell me, though, does he enjoy yours?’

The wind wailed and hit the shutters. Out of the corner of her eye, Calypso noticed that the petals of the buttercups had fallen on the table. She had to restrain herself from shouting.

‘He will learn to enjoy it. I have time, all the time in the world. His wife cannot say the same. Even his son will eventually turn to dust. And he will finally be able to move on.’

'Ah, so you put your trust in the workings of Chronos, the god of time. A touching method, mortals claim, but even they can tell the difference between it and a vain hope. How long has it been, darling? Seven years, if I count correctly?'

She slammed her hands on the table, glancing at him over her shoulder.

‘Oh, please, what is seven years?’

‘For us?’ waved the Caduceus between them. ‘Nothing. For them?’ he waved his hand towards the window. ‘It's a bit more complicated.’

‘Why do you care? Why couldn't you fly over my island without looking back, like you always do?’

‘For many reasons. If only for the fact that, as you know, I am the god of travellers. What kind of a patron would I be if I didn't make sure that such a determined man didn't make it home?’

‘He is home.’

Although Hermes took a compassionate tone, his face remained sullen.

‘A lie doesn't suit your eyes, darling.’

She clenched her fists and furrowed her forehead.

‘I won't let you-’

Hermes was no longer sitting behind the table. He was hovering over her, and his eyes, though hidden by the shadow of his helmet, glittered with rage.

‘You will let me speak, for as the Messenger of the Gods, I speak not only with my voice, but also with the voice of Zeus, the King on Olympus. You will let Odysseus go. You will end his torment. You will let him sail home. You will give him everything he needs for the journey. And then you will come back here and learn to live without him.’

Calypso didn't think she could still be afraid of anything after all these years. She took a step closer and raised her head so that their noses nearly touched.

‘He's going to die.’

Hermes tilted his head.

‘Let me worry about that, darling.’

His voice was cheerful again.

He moved away from her and began to play with the dried flowers.

She stood in silence, afraid that if she opened her mouth she would start to cry. Finally, she quieted the storm in her chest.

‘What if I convince him?’ she looked at the god, a challenge burning in her eyes. ‘What if he decides to stay?’

‘Then I will be more than impressed, darling, even as a god whose one of his myriad talents is deft eloquence.’

Hermes moved closer to her. In his hands he held a garland braided with petunias, monkshoods and yellow carnations. Fatal was a crown for the queen of Ogygia.

She had not brought those flowers. She took one last look past the set table and the cold food. The only flowers she had brought herself that had not fallen from their strength were yellow roses, the scent of which now made her choke.

Hermes adorned her head with a garland in the gentlest of motions.

‘Go on, Calypso. I shall watch.’

The wings rustled and Calypso was alone. Again.

___

I hope you enjoyed a little dangerous Hermes c:

[starii-lins]

calypso's "ody, get away from the ledge" , "ill stay inside your heart" and "stay in my open arms" paralleling eurylochus, ody's mom and polites respectively

then it starts playing REPRISES OF THEIR MAIN SONGS.

jay when i get you jay jay when i get you when i GET YOU JAY WHEN I GET YOU JAY WHEN

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

i like to imagine that as soon as the words "someone arrived today, they said they're taking you away" left calypso's mouth, odysseus "sat at the beach every day for 7 years crying for his wife & son" of ithaca immediately jumped up wiped his tears away

then swiftly (without a glance at calypso), walked over to a bush/foliage near the beach and grabbed all the stuff he had been accumulating for 7 years during his prison stay, ready for the day he can leave this place.