#Penelope Kin

[queen-penelope-of-ithaca]

Art credits to Wolfythewitch <3

- Penelope

[prince-of-ithaca]

I need to not be getting my hopes up, but I can’t help it- I know a few other epic kins, and in my mind there’s a lingering thought of “what if they’re my canon mates?” I know it’s unlikely, but I do know an Ody, Penelope, and off site a Hermes and a Polites. I’ve ruled out Ody because appearances and stuff they’ve mentioned don’t match up to what I remember. And for Hermes and Polites I haven’t really asked. Penelope I feel like there could be a SLIM chance but I’m too awkward to bring it up lol

*sob*

-Tem

[queen-penelope-of-ithaca]

I DIDN'T NEED TO CRY TODAY 😭😭😭

- Penelope

twenty years across the sea

[topperscumslut]

look i may kin josie saltzman cuz im a people pleaser but i am NOT enough of a people pleaser to fumble penelope park bcuz of it okayyyyy

[heyyallitssatan]

Ok so, I want a warrior Penelope au, but Odysseus is still a warrior

Odysseus, student of Athena, warrior of the mind, foretold to changes the tides of mankind and the divine

Penelope, students of Ares, warrior of the heart, foretold to change the battles of men and gods alike

Together they will revolutionise war and fighting and ruling, they will change the world, warriors of the heart and mind

So I thought maybe Penelope would go with him to Troy, but then I realised that ruins everything, so instead she still stays behind with their newborn son and Odysseus promises to return before the boy even knows he’s gone

He doesn’t

So warrior Penelope had a choice to make, she can stay with her son, raise him and rule the kingdom (the people can complain all they want, who’s gonna stop her), and then when the suitors arrive instead of proposing the never ending weaving thing, she tells them whoever can best her in battle will win her hand (because she knows that only one man ever will) also, Telemachus becomes a warrior of both the heart and mind, taking the best strategic parts of Odysseus and the strongest parts of Penelope, becoming a warrior unrivalled by all but god kin, so when Odysseus does return home there are no suitors to kill, but she does make him best her in battle, they tie and she knows it’s really him and they live happily ever after (also Eurylochus doesn’t open the wind bag, they still get detoured either by someone else doing it or by some godly shenanigans, but those bitches do it together, Odysseus will return with most of his men in tow) (also also, he’s not a dumb fuck and doesn’t I cure the wrath of Poseidon, because he either kills Polyphemus or doesn’t tell him his name, they incur his wrath a different way that really just amounts to Poseidon being pissy and taking it out on the first human he finds)

Or, equally good, she sets out on her own venture to find her husband, her crew is fairly small in number, mostly warrior wives (because fuck you I do what I want there’s a coalition of warrior women in Ithaca now) including her right hand Ctimene, and her son Telemachus (she leaves the kingdom in the charge of someone she trusts I don’t care who right now), she starts searching for her husband, this leads to some absolute bullshit where through godly shenanigans and just generally shit terrible luck they keep missing each other just barely, but they’re too stubborn to go home so round and round they go, several years later they both manage themselves to the same island, so they’re together, but more shenanigans and it’s still several years more before they’re home to Ithaca, only to discover that in the mean time they’ve been declared dead and their kingdom’s been stolen, so the three of them literally fight their way to the throne and reclaim it

I like both models, I think both are nice

[queen-penelope-of-ithaca]

1. For a while? I'm not sure exactly how long. Around 3 or so months?

2. I was always, always comparing myself to Penelope- 'Wow, we're so similar! She's just like me!' And then my partner started doing it, too. And my friends. I sort of had a realization like 'Damn, me and Penelope are so simila- ohhhhh, she's me'

3. I remember Odysseus doing dumb stunts with his bow to impress me before we got engaged to try and win me over. (Hint- it worked.)

4. Uhhh. Antinous. Do I even need to elaborate?

5. Spiritual kintype :)

6. I looked very similar to Gigi's representation of Penelope. Same voice, etc.

7. Different from Canon- mostly things that aren't expressly stated in Canon. There's other smaller things as well.

8. Gigi's representation of Penelope is most accurate to me :). I had very dark brown hair, brown eyes, tall, the likes.

9. Anything Ancient Greek, tbh. I don't know the 'correct' term, but those ancient greek dresses?? Those things.

10. Songs from the actual musical ofc. Bones on The Beach by Paris Paloma reminds me of my time spent in my chambers hiding from the suitors and weaving

11. Anything ancient Greek. Literally no specifics. Just...Ancient Greek sort of aesthetic.

12. I make honey bread sometimes, and that reminds me of...myself, lol.

13. My son and Husband, ofc!!!! Who else??

14. Any of my suitors. Antinous especially, the POS.

15. Anything artistic/dancing. Wearing flowy clothes also makes me feel particularily 'Penelope'.

16. I can't speak Greek and I can't weave tapestries, sadly 😞

17. I was SO PRETTY!!!! I'm happy with how I look now, but still! I was related to Helen of Troy, the woman considered the *most* beautiful.

18. No. I was just a human woman, there's not much to feel.

19. Nah. I don't really try to, either.

20. YES! My son and small convo with Ody :)

Fictionkin Ask Game

[FACTKIN/FACTIONKIN DNI]

Heya! This is a little ask game I'm designing for fictionkin folks, feel free to rb! If you have multiple kins, you can choose one to answer questions for, or have the asker state which kin they're asking abt when they send the emoji. Have fun!

⏳ - How long have you known about this kin?

❔ - How did you figure out you kinned this character?

❤️ - What's your favorite memory from this kin?

💔 - What's your least favorite memory from this kin?

🤝 - What's your relationship with this kintype (ie spiritual, psychological, etc)?

✔️ - What details about this kin, if any, line up really close with canon?

✖️ - What details about this kin, if any, are really different from canon?

✨ - What did you look like?

👕 - What sort of clothing do you associate with this kin?

🎶 - What music / songs do you associate with your kin?

🖼️ - What sort of aesthetics do you associate with your kin?

🎂 - Are there any foods / flavors you associate with this kin?

🫂 - Who were you closest with in your canon?

😒 - Who did you dislike most / not get along with from your canon?

🖍️ - What hobbies or activities make you think of your kin?

💥 - What skills or abilities did this kin have, if any, that you can't do now but wish you could? (ie superpowers, languages you don't speak, skills you don't currently have, etc)

🐦 - Is there anything you miss about this kin's body that you don't currently have? (ie basic appearance traits, tails, wings, etc)

🌌 - Do you ever experience astral limb sensations with this kin? (IE feeling your wings, tail, something your kintype has that your current body does not)

🔮 - Have you ever predicted something about your source material before it happened based on kin feelings? (For example, having a kin memory that lines up with something that happens in your source before you ever knew about it)

👥 - Do you have any canonmates for this kin, and/or are you interested in finding canonmates?

[eyezdrawz]

👁️INTRO POST👁️

Meet the artist!

Last updated: dec 24 '24

ASKS ARE OFF UNTIL DEC 28TH

Hi! I'm Eyez or Ken or Margo! My pronouns are he/him🏳️‍⚧️!!

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(purple: what I like most)

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✏️What I post!: Art, music rants, random thoughts, and reblogs

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❤️Main interest!:

Camp here and there (my fav podcast and this is what I mainly draw/write about) (finished podcast)

Malevolent (two episodes i need to listen to)

TMA (finished podcast) (not caught up with tmagp)

Old gods of Appalachia (need to relisten to)

Interview with the vampire (TV show and movie, currently ready the books)

Hannibal NBC

Midnight Mass

Joker (2019)

The Stanley parable

FNAF

BG3

Dead plate

8:11

Tokyo ghoul

vampires

Cowboys

Vulture Culture/Bones

Heavy Gore/blood/body horror/Eldritch horror

Ocs (Santiago, Mikeal, Andias, and Bernadette)

And more!

🎵Music I listen to!

Will wood/will wood and the tapeworms (fav artist)

The Dear Hunter

Shayfer james

Hozier

Amigo the devil

Penelope Scott

Bear ghost

Tally Hall (and other tally hall related bands/members/projects)

Chonny Jash

And more!

All of my special interests/fixations: vampires, gore, gothic lit, bones, vulture culture, my favorite animals (deer, vampire deer (Siberian musk deer/Chinese water deer, wolves, hyenas, shrikes, maned wolves) human anatomy+medical terms and examination

Characters I relate too:

Armand from iwtv (I kin him so much it's not normal)

will graham from Hannibal

the butcher from malevolent

John doe from malevolent

Arther Fleck from joker 2019

random blinkies I like✌️: (i did not make these blinkies, all credits go to the people who made these) (chnt hourglass blinkie made by @/delicatecentipede)

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[gotstabbedbyapen]

By the loom

Athena & Penelope bonding fic!!! (this is long before Penelope even meets Odysseus)

@dootznbootz I think you might like this one 😗

“Can I share a secret with you, Penelope?”

Penelope tried not to make it too obvious that she was surprised when Athena addressed her not only by her name but also in a casual manner like she was talking to a friend. There had always been an established distance between gods and mortals. Yet just now, Athena bridged said distance without a second thought.

But Penelope knew better than to get cocky and take advantage of the sudden bestow of friendliness from the patron goddess of her kingdom. She paused her unfinished work on the loom and respectfully turned her whole body toward Athena.

“Of course, my Lady,” Penelope bowed low, “Whatever we exchange in this chamber shall stay behind closed doors.”

Athena chuckled and bent her neck at an unusual angle (almost owl-like, Penelope thought) to look at the princess next to her. And while Athena met Penelope’s eyes, her long, clever fingers never stopped dancing across the tapestry in the making like butterflies flitting from flower to flower.

“I enjoy weaving with you more than my sisters,” the goddess admitted.

“Oh…,” Penelope had not expected such a confession from her. It was common for women with sisters to gossip such things to their friends, but not a literal goddess. She could only reply softly, “Then I’m honored that my humble company is pleasant to you.”

“If truth be told, daughter of Icarius,” as Athena smiled, the sides of her bright eyes deepened with crinkles, “You are always a delight to be with.”

The goddess’ honesty was a gentle soothe to Penelope’s beating heart. She returned with a sheepish yet appreciative grin, the corner of her lip lifted just enough to reveal her peculiarly sharp teeth.

“Do not get me wrong, though,” Athena continued like a pottery turned upside down and poured all out, with Penelope watching her pulling several green-dyed threads, “I love my sisters as dearly as you love your kin, but they are embarrassing to watch with the loom. Persephone would try to improvise the material only for the robes she made to fall apart when someone put them on. And Artemis… where do I even begin? She had broken three looms before finally understanding how to string the first thread.”

Pious and composed as she was, even Penelope couldn’t help but giggle at how exasperated Athena sounded, “I can only imagine how difficult it was for you to teach the Maiden and the Huntress.”

Athena did not dismiss, “Oh, it was a century and a half of labor in Sicily.”

Sicily. The name rang familiar with the princess. The sacred island where her city’s patron was brought up in, a place she held near and dear to her heart, perhaps above all other lands, if the myths were true. It was then Penelope noticed the patterns that Athena had been working on had solidified into the outlines of three women - undoubtedly Athena herself and her sisters whom she had been talking about, Artemis and Persephone - on the vibrant green background, which was the Himeran field they spent their days with each other.

The realization that even the divine beings, who roamed the earth before the dawn of humanity, were once born from their mothers and shared a childhood with their loved ones was very enlightening to her. Many moons ago, regal Athena was once a young goddess who frolicked on the grass field like a carefree girl with her family, basking under the gleaming sun and warm springs and fragrant flowers. Just like Penelope did with her sister and cousins when they were little kids.

“Yet you remain patient with them the whole time,” Penelope said, then offered her insight, “Pardon me if my assumption might be bold, but perhaps teaching your sisters wasn’t the sole reason you stayed with them for so long, but it was the joyous time you had together.”

Another mirthful laugh was planted in Athena’s chest, this time she halted her weaving to sit and laugh to her content. The goddess of wisdom had always enjoyed the outspokenness of her favorite mortals, and Penelope was perhaps one of her favorites when it came to cunning speeches.

“Yes,” the Olympian goddess mused and returned another direct look at the Spartan princess, “That you are right, Penelope.”

This time, the name truly felt warm and endearing.

[ithacas-prince]

“Give me sirens and a cyclops!”

Telemachus, the prince of Ithaca. Parents are Queen Penelope and King Odysseus. also a great-great-grandson of Hermes, and a grandson of a naiad.

No need to inform me of affairs, for I am well-versed in the matters at hand.

The goddess Athena is my benefactor. In days past, she took on the guise of Mentor and urged me to embark upon a voyage in search of my father. Though my quest bore no fruit, I believe we would have become steadfast companions.

(PFP BY sloanslone | banner by jarondont)

death count: 1

kill count: 109

I seek knowledge of my father Odysseus's fate. When I inquired of Menelaus, he recounted a vision revealed by the sea-god Proteus, declaring that my father is marooned and ensnared upon the island of Calypso.

My inclinations are yet unknown to me. (He’s bisexual.) I find joy in music, my lyre, and the companionship of my faithful dog Argos. However, I harbor great disdain for the suitors, for they seek to win the favor of my mother, which I find most vexing.

I yearn for the company of my kin, to partake in the simple joys of life as any mortal might. Yet, alas, I find it difficult to embrace normalcy, for I am bound by blood to a certain messenger god. His whims and tasks often draw me into the realm of the extraordinary, making it nigh impossible to dwell in the comforts of the ordinary.

hi, mod here.. WHAT THE FUCK IS HE SAYING??

appearance: curly raven black hair, dark aquamarine green eyes, pointy ears (which turn into naiad ears in the water, cough) fair skin, freckles, he towers EVERYONE mf is 6'3 help this man, very attractive (unknowingly blessed with beauty by…..???)

voice claim: zagreus from hades

personality: chaotic but mainly calm at times, caring, sometimes an idiot, impulsive, strategic, loyal. he has ADHD, btw. low self esteem issues.

skills: archery, running, swimming, swordsmanship, disarmament, wielding daggers, fighting, etc.

powers: breathing underwater and minor control over water, plus being able to unlock doors with ease and controlling money, he sometimes teleports though it drains him after.

he has maladaptive daydreaming

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quick rules:

- Romantic interactions will only be with CHARACTERS eighteen years or over.

- This is a ask/rp blog! So you can ask or rp.

- No strong NSFW.

- Innuendos? Allowed.

- Nothing is fully canon!

- If I interact with someone or something or reblog something bad on accident. PLEASE tell me so I can fix it.

- if he dates anyone, it’s set in separate universes.

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tags:

#the prince has spoken — 👑 (Telemachus)

#asks — ❓ (for asks)

#mod comes over — ⭐️

#the goddess of wisdom appeared — 🦉 (Athena, obviously.)

#god of wine slurs — 🍷 (Dionysus, adopted/mentors Telemachus now.)

…

PLEASE INTRODUCE HIM TO SHIT HES VERY BAD AT THIS 😔😔😔

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Let me speak of those whom I am acquainted with:

@odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost, @penelope-simp (my dad!!)

@penelope-is-waiting (my mother)

@imnotaman (she forced me to put her here/j but another version of my mom! love her :3)

@reigningprincesstofithaca (my biological sister. she keeps scaring the shit out of me.)

@thehermesguy (my great great granddad)

@unhinged-waterlilly

@quillis-climbs-trees

@thementallyillapollochild

@when-fate-is-mistaken

@sunlights-daughter

@sillypuppetmeister

mod speaking here! NO NSFW. Swearing and cussing happen here.. so..

Im fine with being tagged in random starters or posts.

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him, btw (art by @/sloanslone

winged, naiad, genderbent and reg form ^

[queen-penelope-of-ithaca]

🌲- Penelope of Ithaca

🪲- I do miss my home (a lot). It sort-of helps that it's *technically* a place I can visit irl? It won't be the same, but eh.

🐸- Yes! Telemachus and Odysseus (My BOYS!)

🌳- 7-8. I'm very similar.

🌿- Nope. Still Female.

☘️- I'm not sure, that's sort of difficult to answer. I mean, memories I guess?

🪴- It's mostly pleasant, but there are uncomfortable and unpleasant parts.

🍃- Weaving, ofc. Doing art in general makes me feel very 'Penelope.' Flowy skirts and dresses, as I've said in another ask, also feel very Penelope.

🌄- Spiritual!

🐢- Yes. They're mostly mental. I'll feel wayyy more like Penelope when I'm shifted. There are moments with lapses in thought where I'll just think something like 'oh, I gotta go back to my loom-' or something along those lines before I realize.

🥝- Epic: The Musical

🐛- Usually, I LOVE them! But the NSFW ones are uncomfortable 😔

🌵- I looked like one of the source depictions, yes. There's a lot of up-for-interperitation design in Epic, but I match one of the designs.

🥀- ONLY if it's my husband!!! 😡😡😡 I would NEVER have chosen another, hence why I spent YEARS weaving only to unravel it again. So I could buy my Ody some time, bc I would NOT marry anyone else.

🦕- Yes, I had loved ones! My son and my husband mainly come to mind, but before the war Polites and Eurylochus were good family friends (It sucks what happened to them 😔) and Ctimene was there for me quite a bit until her mother died. She sort of faded out after that, but I don't blame her.

- Penelope

Alex's fictionkin ask game!

(mostly for fictional characters)

🌲 - what is your fictotype?

🪲 - do you miss your home? Or maybe you're happy that you're here?

🐸 - do you have any sourcemates? If yes, who/what are they?

🌳 - in scale 1-10, how are you similar to your canon?

🌿 - does your fictotype have a different sex/gender identity than your body/you?

☘️ - what aspect of life does your identity affect the most?

🪴 - is your fictionkin experience unpleasant or enjoyable for you?

🍃 - what reminds you of your fictotype? (E.g.: a figurine, a doll, a tv series)

🌄 - on what level is your identity? (E.g. spiritual, psychological, psychical)

🐢 - do you experience shifts? Of yes, how do they look like?

🥝 - what is your source?

🐛 - how do you feel about fanarts of you and fanfictions?

🌵 - do you look exactly like in your source or do you look different? If you do, then what is different?

🥀 - what do you think about ships with you?

🦕 - do you have/had a loved one in your source?

♪♪♪

So, yeah, that's all! :D

Reblog this, so the others can ask you questions or answer them all right now, if you want to :>

[protagaster]

Part 4 of the Warrior!Penelope Swap AU

DID YOU GUYS SEE THE NEWS!?

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Editor/Co-Author: @somereaderinblue (GeminiWillow on Ao3)

(Cross-Posted on Ao3)

Remember Them

528 left under her command… 

~

The scent in the air was full of metallic must. A river stream of thick red liquid flowed down the dirt floor, forming itself into a small lake made with that oh-so precious liquid life. 

Pebbles scurried down the cave walls, broken apart from the crumbling rock they were once one with. A cloud of dust, a combined mixture of rubble and sand, slowly built itself up and infiltrated the entirety of the cave. 

The origin of all this havoc, the very reason behind this devastation, slept soundly on the cave ground without a worry in the world. A cyclops, his one eyelid lowered in complete and utter peace; not a single nightmare plagued him once his eye shut.

If one had just arrived they would have not known of the events that transpired mere seconds ago. 

They would not have known this cyclops to have declared war on 600 soldiers. They would not have seen him wielding a club, striking and killing 72 women in the name of the livestock they needed so desperately to keep going. They would not have dove out the way of his collapsing figure, the impact of his fall so severe it left devastating consequences to his cave. 

Or perhaps they would have. After all, isn’t it obvious from first glance when looking into the eyes of a monster?

“...captain...”

Penelope stood mere feet before that sleeping cyclops. She couldn’t move. Frozen in her step, every muscle in her body painfully constrained… 

72. 

72 women she had kept safe in Troy and yet couldn't keep safe on the way home. 

72 women whose screams kept ringing in her ears.

72, including her Circes. 

“...captain…”

Penelope no longer felt like herself.

Right now, at this very moment, the captain was nothing more than a shell; a shell that found pain in its wholeness, for her kin were reduced to fragments left to rot like rubbish, like nothing. By the gods Circes wouldn't have a funeral or an obol, how would she get to the Underworld-

Suddenly, Penelope felt something from the real world make contact with her shell. 

Ctimene gripped her captain’s arm and pulled her close, forcing the leader to look away from the dreaming monster.

“Captain!”

Ctimene’s voice, finally louder than the silence, snapped Penelope out of her detachment. 

“We must move quickly, we don't have much time.” Penelope spoke with a monotone voice, not an ounce of emotion on her features. 

She spared a fleeting glance to the abandoned amphorae, the wine vessel from which the Cyclops drank. 

“He didn't notice I mixed lotus in his wine.” 

Penelope was still in a strange state, one she’s never experienced before in all her life. But, by some miracle, her limbs were no longer anchored to her state of mind.

She wasn't ready for battle. She was ready for vengeance.

She released herself from Ctimene’s grip. 

Penelope moved to walk past her best friend. The only one she had now. 

“Mark my words now, this is not the end…”

Ctimene, whose red puffy eyes were only just beginning to clear, looked up with a gaze filled only with worry and concern for Penelope, whose eyes were distant and far away. 

Ctimene placed a hand, so small but so scarred, so strong and yet so gentle, on her sister’s shoulder. 

“But captain, what'll we do with our fallen friends?”

Penelope paused, both from her sister’s action and words. 

72 women fallen at the hands of hunger and hubris. And yet it was 1 whom both women knew this question referred to. 

There she was, not so close but not far enough, laying on the dirt floor; pale and dirty and cold. Her signature ribbon was stained with her own blood; the light pink did not mix well with sinful red. 

Just like that, their group of 3 became one of 2. 

Just like that, the feeling of emptiness inside Penelope filled with a searing rage both familiar and not. 

Just like that Penelope’s impassive eyes slowly morphed into one of determination, welling up with tears that longed to make themselves known. 

“Remember them.” Penelope said with no waver in her tone, despite the few stray tears now streaming down her cheeks. 

Some thought her reaction to have been too late, whilst others knew it came when it was needed. 

Regardless, Penelope was no longer disconnected to the moment at hand. 

She was there, she was pissed. 

And she was not alone.

There were still 528 left under her command. 528 who still had the chance to return to their most sacred place. 

528 who were still counting on her.

Turning to face the ones who had not fallen to this monster, addressing them with her head hung in respect for the dead, Penelope spoke with no falter in her voice. 

“When the fire begins to fade, for the fallen and afraid, we are not to let them die in vain…” 

Finally their captain lifted her head. There it was, that raging flame in her eyes, the same one that got them through the war in the first place. The reason behind stroking those flames had changed, but the desire to burn was still the same. 

“Remember Them!”

Now, with her spear in hand, Penelope stood tall and regal with its support. Her spirit may have taken a blow, but the Gods and their creatures were foolish if they thought they could waver this mortal from finding her way. 

“We're the ones who carry on the flames of those who've gone,” Her voice was now booming, crying out her words like a lioness’ war cry. “And our comrades will not die in vain!”

Penelope strode to the Cyclops’ stray club, having fallen with its wielder upon his collapse. 

“I need all our hands on his club! This is how we're getting out of here!” 

Slicing its wooden flesh with her spear-point, Penelope unconsciously mimicked the action she had seen her husband perform many times whilst perfecting his craft. 

“Use your blades to sharpen the stub, and turn it to a giant spear!”

The rest of the soldiers had seemingly recovered from watching their sisters die, all thanks to their captain’s speech. 

Upon hearing Penelope’s command, each woman’s inner volcano built up to near eruption. Their anger, as hot and searing as molten lava, flowed amongst them all. Whether it be men or monsters, all in their path were naught but kindling for their flames.

These women wanted to avenge their friends. The only way to do this, they silently agreed amongst themselves, was to take an eye for an eye.

“Let's kill him!”

Penelope, though, sternly placed herself in front of their anger. 

“His body is blocking the path!” She pointed to where the Cyclops lay, behind him the cave’s only source of light and fresh air.  “If we kill him we'll be stuck inside!” 

Ctimene, the voice of the crew, looked to her captain for a solution to their dilemma. “Captain, where do we attack him?”

Penelope glared at the Cyclops, both angered and amazed at the serenity of his sleep. “We gotta stab him in the eye!”

“Yes ma’am!”

The crew immediately put themselves to work carving their wooden spear, knowing their time was running out.

“Remember them!” 

Thanks to their determination it took almost no time for the cyclop’s club to be no more. Now, reshappen to look like a crude replica of Penelope’s spear, the wooden weapon longed once more to feed on liquid life. 

“When the fire begins to fade for the fallen and afraid, we are not to let them die in vain…” 

The women carried the wooden spear to where their one-eyed adversary slumbered defenselessly. Along the way they passed by 71 bodies, unable to bear looking them in the eyes that are now forever filled with fear. 

Penelope paused her step at body 72.  

“Remember them…”

It was unfair. Nobody deserved to die today, but Circes was the least deserving of them all. 

Beautiful, optimistic, loving Circes…

Even though she had been given the right to bear a Goddess’ name, something that anybody and everybody else would use to their endless advantage, she only ever used it to emphasize the importance of mercy; of greeting the world with open arms…

“We're the ones who carry on the flames of those who've gone, and our comrades will not die in vain…”

Penelope removed that pink ribbon wrapped tightly around Circe’s hair. She then collected most of her own loose and wild hair in one hand, using the ribbon to tie it up in a messy but functional ponytail.

Before returning to the living Penelope leaned down, gently shutting Circe’s eyes to spare her from the view. 

“NOW!” Penelope ordered.

The entire crew, Ctimene at the front, thrust the wooden spear inside the Cyclop’s closed eye. 

“ROOOOOOOAR!”

The Cyclops woke with an ear shattering cry, one that dripped with pain in its rawest form. He sat up straight away, blood dripping down from his speared eye and mixing with that little red lake.

Quick to get a grip on himself, Polyphemus immediately took hold of the second possession stolen from him that day and ripped it from his socket. No longer able to rely on his sense of sight, Polyphemus tried to feel around and grab one the monsters that intruded on his home.

However, their leader had already suspected this.

“Scatter!”

The Cyclops heard this and attempted to stop them, trying to hear and feel his way toward their direction. But ants lack sound as much as they lack size and these women have long since learnt to hone stealth into an asset more deadly than any weapon.

The women ran toward the cave opening from whence they came, large rocks and the sheep surrounding them. Behind them, the Cyclops continued to roar and cry out in complete and utter anguish. 

Suddenly, another voice called out from deeper within the cave. 

“Who hurts you?”

The women froze in their tracks. Their blood ran cold, their breaths grew short, and goosebumps tingled from the back to their necks. 

Penelope and Ctimene were the only ones brave enough to look back. 

Right there, in the tunnel leading further down the cave, a single giant eye emerged from the darkness. 

“There are more of them?” Ctimene’s voice shuddered in realization. 

One monstrous voice became two, then two became three. More and more voices joined the original, more than could possibly be discerned by ear. 

With each voice came another eye appearing out of the darkness of that tunnel entrance. Just like with the voices, so many eyes emerged from the shadows.

“Who hurts you?”

Penelope placed a firm hand on Ctimene’s arm, looking from her second-in-command to the rest of her crew.

“Hide." She whispered. 

Each woman ran to hide behind one of the many giant rocks. They were clustered in groups of two or three, most holding onto each other in a desperate attempt to sate their fear. 

No one so much as took a breath. They were afraid that even the slightest movement, the quietest sound, would be all it took to alert the Cyclopes of their presence. 

“Who hurts you?���

Penelope and Ctimene hid together behind the rocks closest to the Cyclopses, closest to Polyphemus. 

Ctimene couldn’t take it. They had lost 72 women to only one Cyclops; how on earth would they be able to survive against an entire clan of them?

They couldn’t, Ctimene knew this. 

“Captain, we should run-” 

“Wait…” Penelope interrupted the other. 

“Who hurts you?”

Even more Cyclopses than before, how was that even possible?!

Ctimene tried to ground herself by gripping tightly onto Penelope’s arm, but it didn’t work. There was this genuine look of horror in her eyes, as if she just realized that her life was on the line with no choice in the matter. 

Ctimene had never felt this even when she was drafted to war in her husband’s stead. She had never experienced this even when fighting in the battlefields of Troy for over a decade. 

But now, with the weight of her soul in another’s hands, Ctimene couldn’t shake this newfound fear of death. 

“Captain, please!” She begged.

However, even with Ctimene’s hand gripping her flesh so tightly it would no doubt leave a bruise, even with the voice of her partner in crime pleading in her ear, Penelope did not falter.

“Wait.” 

Polyphemus, hands over the empty cavity that once housed his single eyes, answered the question his brothers demanded to know.

“It was Nobody, Nobody…”

With that as his answer, Polyphemus’ kin backed away from the dark entry. 

“If nobody hurts you, be silent.”

 And with that, the Cyclopses returned to the deepest recesses of the cave one after the other. 

“Don't go!”

But it was too late. Just as it had been his entire life, Polyphemus was left alone with no other Cyclops willing to stay by his side. 

And so, the blind Cyclops kneeled defeated in his lonesome. 

Penelope, seeing that their biggest threat was now broken, pointed in the way of the cave’s opening. 

“Let's grab the sheep and away we go.” 

The crew did just that, grabbing every single sheep the Cyclops had in his flock. By the end, almost every single woman ran out of that cave holding a sheep in her arms. 

Not every woman who entered that cave made it out. Every woman who did manage to escape with her life intact had her outfit stained with blood. For the first time in an entire decade, that blood belonged to a dead Greek. 

Penelope was the last to run out of the cave, and by definition was the last to board her ship. 

She had ordered the anchors to be lifted, commanded the rowers to set a course for open waters, was prepared to forever leave this awful place and once again be reunited with her old companion that was the sea.

 Only to feel a familiar dose of adrenaline rush through her blood. 

A sense of blind courage invaded her thoughts. It was different from normal though; this kind of divine courage was supposed to feel empowering, but right now it only highlighted her desperation. 

“Have you forgotten the lessons I taught you?” Ares manifested himself in front of Penelope, housing himself in her mind and thus visible to only her eyes. “He's still a threat until he's dead!” 

Ares aimed his spear back toward the direction of the cave. 

Though his eyes were covered to all the world, anyone who could look into them in that moment would see the expression of a man who cared only for the glory that would emerge upon the aftermath of bloodshed. 

“Finish it.”

But there was something the God of War just couldn’t comprehend, something that mortals knew to be all too true: once blood is shed, defeat comes quickly after. 

“No.” 

Ares stilled, dangerously so. He slowly turned to face his mortal, eyes alarmingly narrow from inside his helm. 

“No?”

Penelope knew her hands were not free of sin. Back then, during her time fighting the war, so many people who called Troy home had lost their lives thanks to her, be it her weapon or mind.

Men who bore arms for the sake of their honor, women who refused to stand idle and let their homes be destroyed, even a defenseless baby whose only sin was being watched by the Gods… 

All of them were probably cursing her from the moment they set foot in the underworld. 

But, even if her hands were stained with their blood, Penelope could at least justify it to herself at night by saying it was necessary. She was drafted from the Heavens themselves.  She didn’t have a choice. 

Here…

“What good would killing do? When mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use…” 

Penelope looked down at her hands, faintly stained with the dried blood. Belonging not to the no-eyed monster, but to her dear, precious friend. 

“My friend is dead, our foe is blind, the blood we shed, it burns so hot!”

Penelope couldn’t handle it. The blood of 72 women who had thought their lives now secure, all on her hands. 

How many more would bleed out as a result of her desire for bloodshed?

 “Is this what it means to be a Warrior of the Heart?”

Penelope couldn’t let it end like this, she couldn’t let her sisters�� death end in such a meaningless way. 

The captain immediately grabbed hold of her spear, the very same one that granted her the gift of Ares’ guidance. She turned around, walking to the end of her ship. Walking where the cave stayed ominously quiet, fading slowly as 12 ships sailed away from its rocky hollow. 

Ares realized what she was planning to do. 

“Don't!” 

Penelope pushed his presence from her mind, but not from her body. She could still feel that rush of adrenaline course through her blood, sense that touch of mettle grounding her spirit. 

“Hey, Cyclops!”

Now, filled to the brim with pure resolved boldness, Penelope felt nothing but the high of courage. Courage to face the Cyclops one final time. 

“When we met, I led with peace, while you fed your inner beast! But my comrades will not die in vain, Remember them!”

The crew listened to their captain’s words, defeat and exhaustion trickling amongst them. Many shed tears of loss for their fallen friends, some still held on to each other for fear that if they let go they would lose even more of their sisters-in-arms. 

Ctimene was the only one who still had the strength to look up at her captain. Her eyes were wary and her fists were clenched. A strange cynic look, faint but still there, momentarily revealed itself; only for a second. 

“The next time that you dare choose not to spare Remember Them! Remember Us!”

Penelope held her head high and proud, her posture tall and straight and regal in all its glory. She lifted her spear…

“Remember Me!” 

And stabbed the wooden floor of her ship. A small crack in the foundation resulted from the captain’s attack. 

“I'm the reigning Queen of Ithaca! I am neither man nor mythical! I am your darkest moment! I am the unyielding…”

Penelope’s stray bangs, which could not be held back with the ribbon, flew in her face and framed her sharp, glaring eyes. For that one single moment, her face was unforgettable. 

“Penelope!”

With that, the boats were quick to sail away, not a sound or a song uttered amidst the giant sea. 

Nobody noticed Polyphemus' mouth split into a cruel, forboding smile.

[ilovemenlolz]

! MY INTRODUCTION !

Hello hello there !! Thanks for dropping by :D

My name is Nathan, but I go by Nikou / N as well!

• I use he/they pronouns, as well as any neopronouns ! (I'm trans as well :D)

• I am a minor, so please act accordingly around me .

• I have autism, I apologize in advance if I come off as rude / overly annoying at times ... I'd also prefer to have tonetags used while talking to me ! /nf

• I'm an artist, but I also enjoy singing, voice acting (not professionally.), acting in general, analyzing, and I write! I'm not sure if I'll ever post my works here, as I ... Am really not confident in my ability to write characters that aren't my own. But-- Who knows !! I'll definitely post an analysis or two at some point ... hopefully ......

(Current) hyperfixations ! :

Danganronpa Despair Time, Tetro Danganronpa Pink, Alien Stage, Moriarty The Patriot, Ace Attorney.

Other interests include ! :

Bang Dream! Girls Band Party, Project Sekai: Colorful Stage, vocaloid, OMORI, Pokemon, Process of Elimination, Project: Eden's Garden, Danganronpa Another, MILGRAM, Total Drama Island, Steven Universe, Genshin Impact, Death Note, Blooming Panic, SeekL, A Date with Death, Sims, Doki Doki Literature Club, Holostars, Hololive, VShojo, Meadowlark, Dungeons and Dragons, Cradle (on book 6 currently), The Golden Idol, Escape The Night, Ramshackle, musicals (Hamilton, SIX, Heathers, Mean Girls, Ride The Cyclone, ect.), true crime, and probably some more things that I forgot ...

Content creators I enjoy watching ! :

CarynandConnie, Smosh, Shooshimooshi, Save Data, FunkyFrogBait, Kubz Scouts, Rotten Mango, Game/Film Theory, CyYu, Amalee, Markiplier, Dropout . . . there's so many those are the main ones rn ..

Music I listen to ! :

Mitski, Will Wood, Jhariah, TV girl, The Crane Wives, Will Stetson, Laufey, Rio Romeo, Yaelokre, Steven Universe soundtracks, Mother Mother, Liana Flores, Ricky Montgomery, Bo Burnham, Sushi Soucy, Jack Stauber, vocaloid, musicals, MARINA, Pomplamoose, Miracle Musical, Kaden Mackay, Ado, Phantom Siita, ATARASHII GAKKO, Mori Calliope, Emei, Random Encounters, Leo., Shayfer James, Lemon Demon, Fish in a Birdcage, Beabadoobee, Chappell Roan, Penelope Scott, Conan Gray, YOASOBI, and. Again. A lot more. My Spotify is linked below if someone's actually curious as to what I listen to / check out my oc playlists (#shamelessplug)

Characters I kin ! :

Refer to list above .

(Akito and Ena Shinonome, Furina, Shiho Hinomori, Chiba Airi, Ace Markey, Charles Cuevas, Monika (ddlc), Miles Edgeworth, Shidou Kirasaki.)

OTHER PLACES WHERE YOU CAN FIND ME ! :

The easiest way to reach out to me is through discord, nikou.nathan .

↓ MY YOUTUBE !!! I post skit animatics (for now?)

DNI criteria + what makes me uncomfortable.

DNI:

Anyone under 13.

People who are: racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, ect.

Things that make me uncomfortable:

Graphic descriptions / imagery of pills and needles.

NSFW jokes made about me. (In general, I don't mind them much. Depending on the situation.)

Telling me to end my life if you are not a very close friend.

All in all, I'm just a nerd . And a loser .

Don't be afraid to shoot me a DM anywhere, or ask to be mutuals / friends !! :D I'd love to !!

! THANK YOU FOR READING <3 !

[reigning-kingof-ithaca]

epic kins/fictotype exist on tumblr?*(]~{?? - sincerely an extremely strong penelope kin who is eye wide mouth agape looking at ur acct

HI PENNY!!! :D

Yup, there are EPIC kins here. I know a Telemachus fictionkin, and a Hermes fictionkin as well! ^^

[queen-penelope-of-ithaca]

❤️- I had a husband :) He was so cool tbh. Such a pretty guy 😌

💛- I was close with Ctimene until her mother died, and I had some sort of friendship with some of the castle's servants? (Generally, I was pretty lonely during Ody's absence :,))

😡- ANTINOUS!!!!! SCREW HIM!!! GRRRRRR, I WOULD GO BACK JUST TO BEAT HIS ASS

🎶- I mean, I'm from a musical source. But back in that time, other than the music from the source, we really only had lyres (at least where I was, they were the most common instrument). Currently, I LOVE Paris Paloma's music.

🩰- Weaving. I was damn good at it (Not anymore, sadly 😔)

📚- Weaving. I really really liked weaving. And spending time with my son, once Odysseus was gone. Once Odysseus was back, family time was DEFINITLEY a big thing for me.

🍙- I really really liked Pomegranates. Very tasty. I still like pomegranates, but they are no longer my favorites. Cheese was also a favorite of mine.

🏳️‍🌈- I was straight. I currently identify as a Lesbian, so the complete opposite, lmao.

🏳️‍⚧️- Female. And yes, I am still Female

🎭- I certainly *felt* emotional. But I was pretty good at hiding it (I had to be, in my situation)

🌺- No, not really.

🎵- Bones On The Beach, The Warmth, and Last Woman On Earth by Paris Paloma, songs from my source, Don't Cry For Your Daughters, Eve by Lydia the Bard, Girl With One Eye by Florence + The Machine, and Rule #2- Moonlight by Fish in a Birdcage

👾- My source media, ofc! Also, The Odyssey!

🤢- Shipping ANYONE in my family with Antinous. Ew. Gross. People who ship me, my son, or my husband with him are WEIRD. Ship what you want ig, but I disagree so heavily.

☠️- I'm not sure. The Fandom is pretty chill.

🤮- Antinous. Hands down. No question. The other suitors, too, but Antinous is just top of the list Public Enemy No.1.

Fictokin Ask Game

❤️ Did they have a significant other? If so who?

💛 Who was their closest friend?

😡 Did they have a worst enemy? If so who?

🎶 What songs do they like?

🩰 What’s a talent they had?

📚 What’s a hobby they had?

🍙 What’s their favorite food? (Is it different from yours?)

🏳️‍🌈 What was their orientation? Does it match yours?

🏳️‍⚧️ What was their gender? Does it match yours?

🎭 Would you describe them as emotional?

🔗 If you’re polykin, are your kintypes related?

🌺 Are there smells that remind you of them?

🎵 What song(s) reminds you of them?

👾 What media reminds you of them?

©️ What ways are they different from their source?

🤢 What’s something in fannon you hate?

☠️ What’s something that could get you crucified by the fandom?

🤮 What’s something in their source you hate?

[magical-girl-coral]

I've been going through D20's fandom wiki page and I've noticed how all of the Rat Grinders seem to be copying the successful abilities of others rather to doing their own thing. Ruben is a Whispers bard because Fig was one, Mary Ann is a berserker because Gorgug was one as well, and while there isn't a Bad Kids Archer, Ivy seem to be a Ranger/Fight arcane archer combo because Antiope is a world renowned Ranger/Fighter arcane Archer combo. Even Oisin was stealing Adaine's magic and Kipperlilly was a type A of Penelope Everpetal from the secret motivation behind her election to the blue skin friend that mysteriously disappeared.

It really feels like either Porter controlled their development to what he believes would be best to go with or they were too scatter minded post shatter star to make their own decisions so Porter took advantage of that to bold them into his image.

So here's what I think their subclasses would be in a post Porter World;

Ruben: Collage of the Road

Synopsis: Not an officially recognized college, the College of the Road represents the personal and eclectic sets of skills, knowledge, and techniques a wandering bard picks up along their journey. As inveterate jacks-of-all-trades, bards possess a variety of aptitudes in combat, magecraft, and general know-how, making them particularly well suited to learning a variety of different skills. It often happens that while traveling, a bard winds up sharing their campfire with a motley assortment of wandering adventurers who may impart valuable lessons in exchange for a lively song or a well-told tale. Compared to students of other Bard Colleges, a special kind of sensibility is important for the College of the Road. How effectively a bard of this College can apply what they have learned depends on their understanding and insight. The College of the Road is sometimes a harsh teacher, but bards who follow this path often find themselves rewarded with a diverse array of useful tricks and tactics. Those who underestimate a bard from the College of the Road soon find that these "graduates" are full of surprises.

Reasoning: Ruben would probably return to his beach bum ways after being free from the rage crystal, but I doubt he would want to go back to an "official" college. After everything with Porter, I imagine he would value the freedom to do whatever he wants more than ever and being a road bard will allow just that. No restrictions or someone telling you what to do; just going with the flow down the long recovery road.

Besides, he will probably be on the road for a long time after he convinces his party to start a band with him after leaving behind whatever the frick My Gnomical Romance was. He is this close from convincing them to pick up a musical instrument.

Mary Ann: Path of the Totem Warrior

Synopsis: The Path of the Totem Warrior is a spiritual journey, as the barbarian accepts a spirit animal as guide, protector, and inspiration. In battle, your totem spirit fills you with supernatural might, adding magical fuel to your barbarian rage.

Most barbarian tribes consider a totem animal to be kin to a particular clan. In such cases, it is unusual for an individual to have more than one totem animal spirit, though exceptions exist.

Reasoning: I love the idea of Mary Ann getting into Squishmallows because her grandma invented the first reptile teddy bear of Spyre for reptilian races like Kobolts and all Squishmallows are just descended of that invention. As a way to get closer to her grandmother, Mary Ann picks the bear as her spirit, as a way to always feel connected with her, even when she's away on adventures, becoming her grandmother's vision for the future.

When asked if she's going to miss her Mindless Rage advantages, Mary Ann answers; "I have been mindless for a year. I've had enough of that for a long time."

Ivy: Gloomstalker/Rune Knight

Synopsis: Rune Knights enhance their martial prowess using the supernatural power of runes, an ancient practice that originated with giants. Rune cutters can be found among any family of giants, and you likely learned your methods first or second hand from such a mystical artisan. Whether you found the giant's work carved into a hill or cave, learned of the runes from a sage, or met the giant in person, you studied the giant's craft and learned how to apply magic runes to empower your equipment.

Reasoning: Since Oisin and Ivy are canonically best friends and deeply close, I'd like to imagine both of them helping the other work out ironing out the kinks in their abilities. Ivy would start leaning about runes with Oisin's help who took glyph classes since Freshmen year. Combining her old knowledge with new one, Ivy's arrows become extremely deadly thanks to the runes she carves into them.

I didn't change her Gloomstalker subclass since it seems to be one of the few things that remained the same after getting shatter starred. No other character in Fantasy High has this and it matches Ivy's aloof personality.

Oisin: Remains as School of Conjuration

Synopsis: As a conjurer, you favor spells that produce objects and creatures out of thin air. You can conjure billowing clouds of killing fog or summon creatures from elsewhere to fight on your behalf. As your mastery grows, you learn spells of transportation and can teleport yourself across vast distances, even to other planes of existence, in an instant.

Reasoning: Like Ivy's Gloomstalker, Oisin's conjuration seemed to one of the few things that belonged to him rather than something was a part of Porter's plan. Those tattoos did not come from the any influence other than Oisin's and I will die on this hill.

HOWEVER.

He absolutely goes through a training montage with Ivy to focus on other proficients. His main focus becomes balancing out his other stats, mostly on strength, dexterity and constitution so that he wouldn't be useless in battle if he is put under Silence. There is nothing more satisfying than a villain thinking he made the party's wizard useless only for the wizard to sucker punch them in the face.

Kipperlilly: Phantom

Synopsis: Many rogues walk a fine line between life and death, risking their own lives and taking the lives of others. While adventuring on that line, some rogues discover a mystical connection to death itself. These rogues take knowledge from the dead and become immersed in negative energy, eventually becoming like ghosts. Thieves' guilds value them as highly effective information gatherers and spies.

Reasoning: While in hell, Kipperlilly had to come with the grip that her plan failed in every imaginable way. Deciding to embrace her fall from grace to the maximum, Kipperlilly became one with her death, moving through walls and people like a ghost haunting the hells. It's not like she has any allies around to help, and everyone around her too deranged from hells' influence to be able to manipulate. At least by being a specter, she can avoid many enemies and pass through devils without anyone knowing better. If she can't get better, at least she can be worse with everyone else.

But if the rest of her party comes down to hell to save her, I can see her becoming the Mastermind again. Except this time it's after weeks of group therapy with her friends and she actually focuses on helping them in battle.