#athena epic

[into-the-very-fires-of-mordor]

OPPPP I AM DYING OF THE HAPPYYYYYY

Part 1 (this one ) / Part 2

Ok so I wanted to do something about Penelope warrior AU cuz I FUCKING LOVE THE CONCEPT

Idk Odysseus being the prince of Itaca and Penelope being trained by Ares almost her whole life to be the best warrior ever. They met by chance in Sparta when they were young and Ody just falls for her cuz who doesn't like a badass woman who is very capable of kicking your ass if she wants to

Still working on part 2 tho

[charlybvnny]

a short comic

characters included: - Athena - The Suitors - Penelope - Telemachus

secret santa gift for @qwertyqwerty88 thanks for giving me the chance to draw this! secret santa hosted by @epicthemusicalstuff thank you for hosting this and allowing me to draw for someone :D !

[bloodyshadow1]

hello @mer-acle as luck would have it I am your secret santa too. you wanted something based on Athena so here it is. I was planning on posting this closer to christmas, but since you gifted me that goregous Athena piece I thought what the heck.

It's not your normal torturing athena story but I hope you still like

Athena’s skin burned, her veins screamed, and her bones ached.  One minute she was standing in front of her father before all of Olympus, victorious from his gauntlet, the next he was shouting and she was on the ground.   She was in pain, her shield melted onto her arm since it took the brunt of the blow.

Her father was still shouting about something, probably a warning to the rest of Olympus not to defy him.  Athena’s body begged her to stay down as her head rang from pain and the crack thunder.  Athena knew the wisest move would be to stay down, to let her father throw his tantrum and make a plan for when he cooled down.  

But she could not.  This was not fair.  She might have mocked his infidelity, but why should she suffer for his ego when she won his game?  She had earned her victory when she had made it through 5 other gods by blood, wit, and words. Why should she suffer more for mentioning his infidelity than he ever did cheating on his wife?

This was wrong and Athena would not stand for it.  Regardless of sense and what the rest of the family was yelling at her, Athena rose to her feet even if she had to lean on her spear to do so.  Still, in front of all of Olympus, she stood in defiance of their king.  

For Zeus, he looked angry, as his wrath turned to hatred.  Not even Ares had ever made their father look this angry before.  He shouted at her, from what she could make out from his lips something ‘Thunderbringer’ and ‘wringer’ but her ears were ringing too loudly for her to hear him.  In defiance of him, in his rule and his words, Athena moves forward.  

Purple in the face, Athena watches as her father gathers his storms to strike her again, but she does not stop.  He was angry, not uncommon for him, but for the first time since she was birthed from his skull, Athena fed the fires of her rage.  

Athena thought of Odysseus, her dear friend who she never got to call the word to his face.  Trapped on an island, violated by a goddess he did not love, all because of her father’s cruelty.  She thought of Telemachus and Penelope who were forced to endure his absence and the men who came to take his place all these years.  

She thought of her dearest Pallas, her first friend and the first blood she spilt.  All because Zeus’ arrogance would not let even his banished daughter lose a spare.  She thought of her mother Metis, the only source of softness Athena had as a child in the pits of her father’s guts.  She was gone now, gone forever because she could give birth to a child with her husband.  Her first, last, and only gift she was ever able to give to Athena, her armor was also smoking, perhaps unusable after today.  Were she able to allow herself the time, Athena would have cried at its loss.  

Lastly, Athena thought of a little girl, a baby.  A child born without sin, but with a prophecy hanging over her head, one that did not even apply to her, yet the King of Olympus deemed the death of his daughter a small price to pay for his safety.   

Never again, Athena had swallowed enough poison and pain in her life.  She looked at her father, her king, and advanced.  For the goddess of wisdom is going to war.     

There is no god on Olympus who could match the raw power of Zeus, not his brother, not his sisters, certainly not his daughter.  Athena knew this better than anyone.  She doubted that she would, could, win against her father. Zeus is Zeus afterall, but she will be damned if she will let him treat her like this for standing up for her friend.

Her father tossed another one of his thunderbolts at her, probably thinking he could end her little fit of rebellion then and there. This time though, Athena was expecting it and rolled to the side.  Her body screamed at her begging her to stop,  to lay down and die, but that was not Athena’s way.  Before, he caught her by surprise, in a moment of weakness, Athena did not believe that her father would truly hurt her.  That had been a mistake and the pain and scars would be the price she paid for that mistake.  

‘You can rest when you are dead and not a second before,’ was something she told her students Achilles, Diomedes, and Odysseus.  Achilles was resting, Diomedes was not, and she would be damned before she let Odysseus rest in peace trapped on Calypso’s island. She was many things, but she was not a hypocrite when it came to battle.  While she was alive she would not lay down like a beaten dog. 

She met her father’s attack with a charge, Zeus was powerful, but she knew she was as good as dead if she did not close the distance.  His thunderbolts were the most powerful weapon in all the cosmos, her shield was already gone and her Aegis around her neck was powerful, but it could only withstand so much.  She needed to end this now.  

One bolt echoed behind Athena, missing her by a hair, then another as she closed the distance.  Something came into her mind as she moved forward, how sloppy her father was.  His blows were powerful, the whole arena shook every time his bolts crashed to the earth, but as a warrior he was lacking.  It was not hard to be dangerous when you wielding the power of Olympus and the most destructive weapons the elder cyclopes ever made.  But on the battlefield, if not for his godhood, well, Athena had seen many warriors like him.  She could read him like a book.

Big and strong men who thought because they wielded a blade twice the size of the men around them that they were unstoppable.  They thought their strength was a perfect substitute for skill and would carry them on any battlefield.  At least until they came upon someone far more skilled who actually knew how to fight.

As she dodged lightning, Athena wondered when was the last time Zeus had actually fought someone instead of turning them into dust with one blast.  No one challenges the king of the gods, so perhaps his last real foe had been the Typhon?  

That sounded right, the Bane of Olympus against the king, thousands of years ago.  The great spawn of Gaia and Tartarus tore the earth apart as he made his way to Olympus.  The other gods fled save for Zeus, and if the storyteller was being honest, Athena.  Yes, Athena had been so loyal back then, she stood by her father’s side as the Typhon and the creatures he spawned.  She had seen her father fall against the giant while she fended off the nightmarish army.  It was her who distracted the Typhon while Hermes returned their father’s stolen sinews.  She had fought for days back then and despite the blood and sweat she spilled those days she had been written out of the story.  

Athena might have cared, but not enough to let it bother her, back then it only mattered that the threat was dealt with and Apollo had returned to the mountain so someone could heal her wounds.  Zeus had been sloppy and out of practice even back then, now it appears he had let himself go even worse if she could make it this close to him.  

As he went to summon his bolt again, his face growing redder with frustration every time she dodged, Athena made her move.  Before the bolt was back in his hand, her spear pierced his wrist, spraying golden ichor all over him.  He looked as shocked as he was in pain.  

Athena tried to not give him time to recover as she drew her sword from her hip and charged.  She managed two swings before he was able to recover, a deep cut on his chest from which gold spilled out, and one on his shoulder that he was able to dodge somewhat before she could dig deeper.  

Before she could go for the kill though, Zeus grabbed her sword hand with his injured hand.  He might be a shit warrior, but no one in existence could deny that he was a strong bastard.  It hurt as he squeezed down on her wrist but she did not let him have the satisfaction of seeing her in pain.  “Ungrateful bitch,” he spat at her before backhanding her with his bleeding hand.  

Athena spat out blood but did not back down even as her head rang inside her helmet.  He had one of her arms now, he was stronger than her.  In a grapple she knew despite her experience she would lose.  But while Athena was not as strong as her father, she was sneakier and willing to do whatever it took to win.  

As Zeus started to say something, Athena let out her secret weapon.  The bronze of her shield had melted from his first attack, but it had cooled since then.  It was not a pretty weapon by any means, but with how it melted into sharp, jagged, and ugly edges was enough.  Before he could say anything she slammed her deformed shield into his throat and ripped it open, gold pouring out like rain.  

Even Zeus, the King of the Gods, could shake off such a dreadful wound, Athena was counting on it.  He fell to his knees, clutching his gaping throat, it was not enough to kill him, but all creatures weakened to such a wound.  She dashed around him, unclipping her Aegis from around her throat.  

Swiftly, Athena wrapped the cloth of divine make around her father’s injured throat like a noose.  For the first time since Pallas died, Zeus wore the Aegis that was once his.  And like her half-brother killing the great Nemean Lion, Athena pulled her Aegis tight.  

Zeus did not go down without a fight, wounded as he was, he was still the king for a reason.  He thrashed against Athena with the strength only those who knew they were going to die could muster.  But while Athena was weaker than the children of Kronos, she was no dainty flower to be manhandled.  She was a war goddess and proved her mettle hanging on to the edges of her Aegis with an iron grip.  

Athena drew strength from those who lost and who she had yet to lose.  The mother that had been the only source of softness in the abyss that was her father’s guts.  Her first friend who had been taken by her hand and her father’s actions.  Odysseus who was still alive, but tormented because his crew killed a cow.  Her muscles  grew tight as she pulled harder, “you will never hurt the ones I love again,” she snarled like a beast.  

Between her strength and leverage, there was nothing that the King of the Skies could do and eventually he succumbed to the darkness.

Athena kept her grip tight on her Aegis for a few minutes after her father stopped thrashing about.  She would not lose everything she worked for to him playing possum.  Eventually though, Athena let her Aegis slacken once she was sure he would not wake in a moment.  Not even Zeus could get up after that.  With a sigh, she knew she had not a moment to lose.

Athena knelt down to the pools of golden ichor that covered the stage, a mix of both of theirs, her own wounds had not stopped just because she decided to fight her king.  With a touch the golden blood of the gods turned into golden thread.  With that thread Athena wove a golden net even stronger than the one the family used years ago to entrap him.  

Back then it took days of planning before Athena could formulate a plan to depose Zeus with the help of several other gods.  Yet here she was, able to topple her father alone.  She learned from her mistakes last time and when she strapped him in the net, she made sure there was no way out.  He would wake eventually and this time Athena did not want anyone pulling a Thetis and freeing him.  

With her father secured Athena finally looked at her surroundings.  At the monsters and gods in the stands watching them with baited breath.  Some looked afraid, some looked unsure, but there were some who looked hopeful for some reason that Athena could not quite comprehend in her state.  The family looked at her with mixed eyes as well, she would deal with that later.

“Hermes,” Athena shouted, her voice was raw but full of authority.  

Within seconds the messenger god was in front of her, “hey there sis,” he said trying to sound like he was not nervous.  “What can your favorite messenger of the gods do for you.”

“Go to Calypso’s Island,” Athena commanded, “tell Calypso to free Odysseus at once by the authority of Olympus.  Let her know that if she refuses, I will be the next visitor to her island,” she let the threat go unfinished.  Athena knew Hermes would get her point across.  

“My father’s game is over,” she shouted to the masses.  Some looked shocked, some looked frightened, but some, even those amongst the family, had a strange look of hope that she did not understand.  

It took everything she had to not sway from the pain now that adrenaline was slowly leaving her system.  But after what just happened, she could not afford to show any weakness.  Whatever comes next could wait, Odysseus needed to be free, Telemachus and Penelope needed to be safe.  Then she could rest.

[hunterofartemis7]

Adopted by the gods AU pt.13

Athena: OH BULLSHIT! Than how the fuck do you explain that!?

Anticlea: HE WAS TAKEN FROM US!

Athena: *roles her eyes* likely story!

Anticlea: *stands up pissed* you really think that I would abandon my new born son!?

Athena: well if the shoe fits!

Hermes: okay! Why not break this up before this gets out of hand?

Athena and Anticlea: SHUT UP!!

Hermes:😶

Athena: the man I saw throw him off the edge was the same white told you he was dead! Not a single of those men even went down to look for him! And you and your husband BARELY reacted to being told your son was dead so yeah, I kinda believe you tried to kill him!!

Anticlea: it was not!! And as you said, all you saw was a dark figure! They were two completely different people! And we barely reacted because we were just told our son was dead!!

Athena: and how would you know that if you didn’t send him to be killed?

Anticlea: I DIDNT TRY TO KILL MY SON BITCH!

Athena: *slaps her across the face*

Hera: ATHENA!

Hermes: *flies in between them* okay time to break it up!

Athena: he is not your son and he never fucking will be! You abandoned him!

Anticlea: even if I wanted to kill him, which I didn’t, why would I leave the necklace on him giving a VERY clear identifier that he’s a prince!?

Athena: if you were faking that he got kidnapped—

Anticlea: is she always like this!?

The gods: yes

Athena: regardless of the lies you’ve told-

Anticlea: I’m not lying!

Athena: ANYWAY; the matter still stands that you didn’t bother looking for him. If he was actually taken why the fuck didn’t you bother looking and just took the word of the first man who told you he was dead?

Anticlea: are you serious!? We DID look for him! Our guards followed his kidnapper out to the falls when they saw him throw our son off! I believed he was dead because they found no body and what infant can survive that!?

Athena: bullshit they barely looked! I’ve seen Herems look for snacks more than your guards look for Odysseus!

Anticlea: oh and if someone told you they saw your son being thrown off a waterfall you wouldn’t believe it!?

Athena: I wouldn’t have stopped looking until a body was found!

Anticlea: bullshit!

Apollo: she actually wouldn’t.

Hermes: yeah, Odysseus hid in my room for like 4 hours and didn’t tell anyone and Thea bout lost it trying to find him. *notices something* and Thea you probably need to stop while your ahead.

Athena: yeah no, I’m not done.

Hermes: sis please-

Athena: *turns back to anticlea* you might have created him but Odysseus is MY son! I don’t care what you say or what you claimed happened that night!

Hermes: Thea-!

Anticlea: I’m not claiming anything! I know what happened!

Athena: and you weren’t there! I was!! I saw him thrown off the falls, I saw not one of your men actually look for him, and I heard the conversation between you and your husband! You can’t change my mind on this!

Hermes: ATHENA!

Athena: WHAT HERMES!?

Hermes: *points to Odysseus who’s standing in the doorway, having heard the last part of the conversation*

Odysseus:……y..you said you didn’t know where I came from..

Athena:..Odysseus..

Odysseus: you said you didn’t know where I came from and that you just “found me”!!

Athena: ody—

Odysseus: YOU LIED TO ME!! *runs off in tears*

Athena: Odysseus!!

Anticlea: tt, some mom you are

Athena: *punches her in the face and runs after Odysseus*

[this-orange-anon024]

THIS IS SO GOOD ❤️

i did smt

[k0fkoa]

I've already re-uploaded the coolest animatic on the channel, people. 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Before, it had a lot of support, but guess who got stupid and deleted it... exactly me, Sorry ⚰️

Forgive me if you were one of those who liked this video. I've already uploaded it again to correct my mistake. I love you all.

[dorothywonderland]

♬⋆.˚ Well it's a little bit dangerous, my friend˚.⋆♬

[ochiody]

idk why athena didnt interrupt him

[little-cereal-draws]

Telemachus: This is the best day ever! I got in a fight and I didn’t die!

Athena:

[tenoart]

Once again, in the epic discord you've seen this, but I love drawing Athena just MASSIVE .

Also idk what she is glaring at but y'know

[nuviwixx]

Epic birds~

When I'm bored I usually sketch epic characters and gods like birds, so I said, why not draw them digitally?

(Little Telemachus next to Odysseus has an idiotic face...)

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

i like to imagine that the rest of the gods on olympus were all watching ody turn poseidon into swiss cheese, with a variety of emotions throughout them.

zeus: *impressed but slightly very worried* maybe i let him cook for too long on that island.

zeus: oh well rather poseidon than me

hera: *mainly nonchalant but hiding a tiny smile behind her chalice*

hera: *after hearing next to my wife* that is what you call a man who loves his wife *side eyes zeus*

zeus: *sweats*

hephaestus: *kind of impressed* well he avenged his crew *shrugs*

ares: *in awe* athena didn't lie about the bloodshed!

ares: *hears poseidon beg for mercy* *odysseus doesn't give him that*

ares: *now in love with ody* THIS IS MY FAVOURITE MORTAL EVER

aphrodite: *just blinking in disbelief* he's not wasting anymore time to get home i guess?

hermes: *is proud but also in slight shock* thats a mindset change alright...

hermes: *gasps* i need to tell athena!

hermes: *grins* but first-

hermes: guess ~ i ~ should be the one to take poor dear uncle to the infirmary! *giggles at the drama he's about to cause there*

apollo: *sighs* let me get another bed made up

apollo: *heads off to his olympus infirmary*

[irunaki]

This is why I don't animate the serious songs btw

[justsmth2]

epic warming up sketches

[laritamiauu]

Imagine if at the end of Get In The Water, Athena appears as an owl flying above the sea and confronts Poseidon and saves Odysseus (like in the actual Odyssey) and signs like a reprise from Little Wolf, I think that would be absolutely epic

[fistfightinganxietyandlosing]

God games is unrealistic because there's no way Athena would simply march into Olympus and demand Odysseus be freed

What would actually transpire is her preparing a 300-slide PowerPoint presentation on all the reasons why they should release him and all the other gods agreeing immediately because they don't care enough to sit through it