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jarondont · 4 months ago

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Um ... an angsty Eurylochus x Ctimene oneshot, bc why not

For the best experience, listen to sad Titanic instrumentals in the background

Also, here's a little piano thing I thought of for Ctimene, with Ody's guitar motif and Eury's Luck Runs Out motif

Under a small cliff in a hidden cove just beside the harbor stood a majestic olive tree, similar to the one in the palace courtyard—its roots buried sturdily in the ground; its branches wedged into the rock behind it. Its leaves rustled in the wind, blending with the gentle crash of waves along the shoreline. Sunrise stretched its rosy fingers over the horizon and spread its light over the wine-dark sea, bathing the world in a golden hue.

Two figures sat at the base of the tree, their fingers laced together like the branches above their heads. One, a man, was tall, broad, and sturdily built. The other was just the opposite—a woman, short and lean. Neither of them spoke—they simply sat in each other’s company, savoring every moment, wishing they could stay like this forever.

They couldn’t; they knew that. As they sat, the dozen ships at the harbor were being loaded with food and weapons and supplies, almost ready to set sail for the shores of Ilium. The crew was slowly trickling onto the decks, although no one was present to give them orders. The captain likely was saying goodbye to his own wife. But as soon as he returned, they’d leave. And they’d need their second-in-command.

For now, though, Ctimene just wanted to hold on to her husband for as long as she could.

“Ctimene,” the man mumbled.

“Hm?” came the reply.

“I must go.”

Ctimene hummed again, tilting her head to rest on his shoulder. “Not yet.”

A beat passed. “Kit, I really must—”

“Please, Eurylochus, just a little longer.” Her voice cracked slightly from the tears that she held back, forming a lump in her throat.

Eurylochus sighed. Ctimene glanced down at their intertwined fingers as he traced his thumb in circles over the back of her hand. It tickled a little—to anyone else, the caress would seem surprisingly gentle for hands as strong as Eurylochus’s … but Ctimene could feel the tension in his touch. She looked up to meet his eyes, but his gaze was lowered to his lap, dejected.

“How long will it take, do you think?” she asked quietly, part of her not wanting to know the answer.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Could be … could be anywhere from a year to …” He faltered. “I don’t know.”

Something stung in the corners of Ctimene’s eyes, then made its way down her throat and into her heart until it felt like it was burning. She glanced away, her grip on Eurylochus’s hand tightening slightly, desperately.

“Where will you stay in the meanwhile?” he asked, trying to change the topic. “Will you stay here, or go back to Same?”

She shrugged. “I’ll go back, I guess.” But it won’t be the same without you. She swallowed, blinking away her tears.

A pause, then Eurylochus started, “Kit—”

The bell rang out from the harbor, echoing along the cliffs—one bell, two, three.

Eurylochus’s fingers quickly untangled themselves from Ctimene’s. “The captain’s ready,” he muttered, then began to rise from his seat.

But Ctimene grabbed his wrist, her tears finally spilling. “Don’t. They can wait a few more minutes, can they not?” “No, Kit, I need to go—”

“Please,” she sobbed. “Don’t leave me.”

Sorrow washed over Eurylochus’s face. He knelt down beside her and ran his calloused fingers over her cheek, rubbing away her tears with his thumb. The action only made her cry harder.

“Kit, look at me.” She already was—taking in the slight furrow of his eyebrows; the way the sun reflected off his otherwise deep brown eyes, making them shine like pools of gold; the small dip on his right cheek that she’d often kiss, the dimple deepening as his smile widened. She took in everything, wishing she could somehow imprint this moment into her mind forever.

He held her hands in his and helped her up, his teary gaze trained intently on hers. He began, “Whatever happens in this war—”

“No.” She knew what he was about to say. “No, Eurylochus, no—”

“Whatever happens,” he continued, shaking his head, “promise me one thing.” He took a steadying breath. “Promise me you’ll stay strong. Promise me you won’t lose yourself in longing. Promise me you’ll always hold on to whatever hope is left, Ctimene, because I will, too.”

She was silent.

“Promise me, Kit.”

She exhaled a sob. “I promise.”

A rueful smile danced across his face as he raised her hands to his lips and kissed them. “Wait for me,” he whispered.

“I promise,” she repeated, not breaking his gaze as he slipped his fingers out of hers and began slowly back-stepping to the harbor.

She watched as he turned to keep walking, his sandals kicking up small clouds of sand.

“Eurylochus, wait.”

He stopped in his tracks, spinning around as Ctimene threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. She closed her eyes, teardrops escaping their corners and flooding down her cheeks. Eurylochus returned the kiss, his arms wrapping around her waist like an anchor, never wanting to let go. In that moment, it was just the two of them—no war, no ships, no leaving people behind. Just them.

But even the strongest anchors must be drawn eventually.

Ctimene pulled away just enough to meet his eyes. “You will come back, Eurylochus,” she insisted. “You will come back, and then we will have our forever.”

“I—” His golden-hued eyes glinted with tears. “I promise.”

With that, he left.

Ctimene didn’t leave the cove until the bell clanged again and the dozen ships pulled out of the harbor. The men—soldiers—raised their arms as final goodbyes, standing at the rail and waving to the crowd of people at the shore. Be safe, Ctimene wished them, and come back home. We will all be waiting.

Then she caught sight of two figures on the leading vessel—one with a billowing purple cape, still facing toward the crowd of people, waving to someone. And the other—Ctimene bit her lip to keep from crying. He was waving to her, she realized. She waved back, her eyes stinging as she shed a tear. The man nudged the shorter one with the cape next to him, drawing his eyes to where she stood on the beach. She waved to them both, watching their figures shrink smaller and smaller as the ships sailed away.

“I will wait, agapitos,” she whispered. “I promise.”

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One year passed. Then two. Three.

Any word from Ithaca? She’d ask. Are they back yet?

No, they’d reply, not yet.

Another year. Another. And another.

Have they returned?

No. No one has.

Again, the seasons cycled through, marking another year. And another. And one more.

Where are they? Surely the war’s over by now.

It isn’t. Not yet.

How much longer would this war last? How much longer must those soldiers suffer? How much longer must friends, lovers, families stay apart, desperate to see each other again?

How much longer until Eurylochus came home?

All these questions Ctimene pondered as crashing waves of dread slowly eroded away her patience.

But no one ever knew the answer.

The tenth year—the war was over. Achaea had won.

They’re not back yet.

Another year. Two, three, four, five.

Every morning, she’d sit by the shore, her fingers tracing small patterns in the soft sand as she stared out across the wine-dark sea. Maybe it will be today, she hoped. Maybe I will see a black ship on the horizon, finally home from Troy.

She’d occasionally see something, a small fleck somewhere on distant waves. She’d spring up from her seat and squint against the sun, trying to see it better. Sometimes, it would be a ship, and her heart would flutter like a freed dove as she almost dared to hope it was him.

Almost.

Usually, the ship would sail on, not even making a turn for Same. And if it did dock at the shores, it was never his. No, it was always a trading ship, a fishing ship, or some other unknown vessel that would slam its anchor straight onto Ctimene’s heart.

But she still waited. She had made a promise, after all.

The next five years went by all the same. She’d watch, she’d wait, and she’d hope, but that was all she could do.

So, when she finally received some news, her heart was ready to burst out of her chest.

It started as a whisper, winding its way through the ears of people until it eventually reached Ctimene’s.

Odysseus has returned.

They made it … after all this time, they finally made it home!

Immediately, she ordered a ship made ready for her. She was going to Ithaca.

The journey only took a few hours, but it felt like an eternity. The whole time, her mind was consumed by a mixture of excitement, joy, and … fear. Though she tried to suppress it, part of her couldn’t help but wonder—what would Eurylochus be like after all this time? Would she still be able to love him? Would he still love her? Twenty years away from home … had he—had he kept his loyalty? Or had he severed his ties with Ctimene and taken another lover?

His face flashed through her mind’s eye. No. No, he would never—he had promised he’d make it back, and they’d have their forever.

He’d promised.

As soon as her ship docked in the Ithacan harbor, she hurried toward the palace, weaving her way through the streets as quickly as she could. Her heart and mind raced as she imagined everything she’d wanted to say to him for all these years. So many things.

Eurycleia was the first to greet her at the palace. “Ctimene—” she began, then paused. Her cheery grin fell suddenly. “Oh, child …”

“Where is Odysseus?” Ctimene asked, too impatient to notice the nurse’s change in mood.

“In the hall,” Eurycleia replied. “But, Ctimene—”

But she had already taken off.

She found her brother at the foot of his throne, fiddling with his bow. As soon as he looked up, they both froze.

Scars lined his face in places they hadn’t before—the bridge of his nose, his right cheek, his left eyebrow. His eyes had dark circles underneath, as if he hadn’t gotten proper sleep in days. And his shoulders were tense, as if expecting an attack at any moment.

Other than that, he looked like the same Odysseus she remembered.

“Ody,” she breathed, and threw her arms around him, collapsing in tears.

“Kit.” He dropped his bow and returned the embrace, his tears wetting her clothes. “I missed you,” he sobbed, holding her tight.

He was home. He was safe. And he was alive. Ctimene was overjoyed.

But still, something—someone—was missing.

“Brother,” she began, pulling away, “where is Eurylochus?”

Odysseus froze.

“Brother?”

His eyes grew wide and darted in every direction before finally focusing on the ground. He mumbled something under his breath, but Ctimene couldn’t hear it. “What is it, Ody?”

He took a few panicked breaths. “I’m sorry.”

Sorry? Her eyebrows pressed together. Why was he sorry?

“Odysseus—”

It hit her like a spear, piercing her heart, deeper and deeper, until the only thing she felt was blinding pain. Her breathing hitched as dread engulfed her, swallowing her whole. That … that couldn’t have happened—it couldn’t—

“Odysseus …” She struggled to keep her voice level. “Where is Eurylochus?”

No response.

Her tears were no longer of joy—they streaked her face like rivers of sorrow and horror, burning against her skin. But Odysseus was still silent.

“Where is he?” she demanded, shooting up from her seat. “Where is he?”

Odysseus wouldn’t look at her. “I was going to send you a messenger … Kit, the rest of the crew—” his voice cracked. “I had to. I’m so sorry.”

He “had to”?

“‘Had to’ what, Odysseus?” She could barely even breathe now. “What did you do?!”

But he just squeezed his eyes shut, not speaking anything more.

“SAY SOMETHING!”

“I can’t,” he gasped. “I’m sorry.”

No. No. He was lying—he had to be lying—

Finally, he looked up. “I’m sorry, Kit—”

“Don’t call me that.” She backed away, almost stumbling. “Don’t—don’t—”

She stared him right in the eyes. “You’re a murderer.”

“Ctimene, please—”

She turned around and ran.

She burst out of the palace, tearing through the streets and down to the harbor, desperately yet hopelessly searching for her husband. Maybe he was waiting here. Maybe he was boarding a ship for Same. Maybe he’d surprise her, spin her around and kiss her cheek, chuckling and telling her it was just a trick.

But he never did.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, but more kept falling. “Eurylochus?!” she called out to the sea. “Agapitos?!”

She was only met with the crash of waves and the sound of blood rushing in her ears.

Her chest heaving, she stumbled along the shoreline, yelling out his name until her voice was hoarse. Every passing second added to the searing pain in her heart, scorching her from the inside. She screamed, she cried, and she ran, until she found herself in an area she recognized in a memory from twenty years ago.

A hidden cove, surrounded by tall cliffs, with an olive tree—now half-dead—pressed against the rock.

Promise me you’ll always hold on to whatever hope is left, Ctimene, because I will, too.

Images flashed through her mind—a sunrise, intertwined fingers, and two shimmering pools of gold. She reached out to the visions, desperate to grab them and hold on before—

Gone. It was all gone.

He was gone. Truly gone.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the sand, letting out a strangled cry that sounded almost inhuman. “Eurylochus,” she screamed, “Eurylochus!” His name echoed along the cliffs, surrounding her, as if it was the only word the world knew how to speak. “You promised, Eurylochus, you promised! You promised you’d come back—why didn't you come back—” Her voice failed her, and she clawed her nails into the sand, wishing she could dig her way to the Underworld and bring him back.

“Come back,” she croaked, barely louder than a whisper. “Come back.”

She vaguely felt an arm wrap around her and heard a thump as someone kneeled in the sand next to her. She leaned her head on the man’s shoulder, too tired and miserable to pull away.

“I’m sorry, Kit,” he whispered, and she felt his tears fall on her cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”

But no amount of apologies could ever repair the gaping hole in her heart where he used to be. Nothing could.

“He’s gone, Ody,” she cried, burying her face in his clothes.

“I know,” he choked. “I’m sorry.”

And there they sat, together yet completely alone—a captain who had sacrificed everything for love, and a princess who had lost everything she loved.

#epic the musical #epic: the musical #the odyssey #odysseus #eurylochus #ctimene #eurykit

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insomniaruler · 3 months ago

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I’m thinking A G A I N

(Someone needs to put me down like a lame horse)

Once Eurylochus got to the gates of the underworld and the all consuming gnawing in the pit of his stomach had subsided he sat down on the barren rock the final 40 members of the crew wailing around him, cursing Odysseus, cursing him, cursing the god of storms himself. They had not been buried, each dying in the roaring blast of heat and pain before darkness. No passage would be granted.

But Eurylochus was silent. All he could see was Odysseus, his friend, captain and brother. All he could hear was Odysseus pleading with the gods themselves, they could not need make him choose between himself or his crew. Eurylochus cradled his trembling hands, thinking back to the last conscious moments before hunger had taken his mind and soul.

Ody was right if Eurylochus had been given the chance to see home again, to see the shores of Ithaca, to taste fresh fruit, to hold his dearest Citmene just once more. Eurylochus would have taken it, anything.

The worst part is that he knew in his heart of hearts where only The goddess of love could see he had been the one to ruin their chance of going home only a year after the war when he was enraptured by the little bag Odysseus so guarded.

It was him who lead them too disaster after disaster. What would Odysseus his own sister about Eury’s death? Would he tell her the truth or refuse to answer, maybe tell her he died like a dog? Realistically Eurylochus knew Odysseus would not lie to his sister, he couldn’t. Citmene would see through it, she too was blessed by The goddess of wisdom and a descendant of the God of Trickery. His eyes grew heavy as the ferryman approached for the souls who’d been properly buried.

Looking down he sighed, translucent. Not whole, he’d never be because he was stuck on the other side. Perhaps this would be best, Eury hoped to avoid Polities for as long as possible, the man who’d once been one of his closest friends would not forgive him any time soon. Thus he let his eyes close, maybe he’d be absorbed into his misery.

He slept for a long time tucked against a wall of the seemingly endless chamber, cradled by the cold hard stone he felt he deserved. Eurylochus woke to whispers surrounding him, “you Eurylochus of Ithaca?” “You’re holding up the boat!” “Come on get up” “who paid your fare!?”.

Blinking Eurylochus shook off the deep sleep and started in the direction the fading hands had pointed him too. There on a rickety old dock sat an even older and rickety trireme which was packed to the walls with souls, some he recognized some he had forgotten.

As soon as he stepped into the boat it set off across the acrid Styx river. Approaching a face he recognized nudged him. “Who paid for us?” Eurylochus whispered. “The Captain did. He’s going home.” Then the soul spat “Don’ matter to me, when he gets down here I’ll show him exactly what lightning does to you.” The soul spat.

Once they reached the other side Eurylochus shuffled through the wailing masses towards what he hoped was rest, he really hoped he hadn’t pissed of the sun god enough to land himself in the pits of Tartarus.

Shuffling through lines of souls Eurylochus muttered a whispered prayer. It was all a blur but somehow Eurylochus avoided the pits and now he was walking through a marble, gold and gemstone lined cavern. Was this..? Elysisum? Someone was going to come to him and banish him to the nothingness.

As he walked he his mind flickered with images of the living world. Carefully he wandered, feeling out of place in this hall of heroes. suddenly the world flipped around and standing above him was a furious Polities, somehow he’d ended up on the floor staring up at the glimmering ceiling.

Then Eurylochus was pinned, a firm fist planted right into his eye. “How DARE you! How dare you.” Polities shouted yanking Eurylochus up by his shirt front. “Polities I-“ Eurylochus whispered as he was getting dragged to a small brazier holding a small fire. For a second he was worried Polities was about to throw him in it. But then he was in a heap on the ground in front of the flame.

In it he saw Odysseus, handing two large bags of coins to a ghostly figure. “He’s paying your passage, to Hermes. All of you. You- you traitors.” Polities whispered, fuming. “I’m sorry-“ Eury whispered. “I don’t need apologies, I knew you as a brother in arms, I’ve fought with you since childhood. Just like Odysseus. You’re a traitor to our oath.” Polities said, his glasses were whole again, Eurylochus had stowed Polities’ shattered wire frames in his breast sachet.

“Is- is Citmene okay?” This had been the one thought plaguing him since he crossed the Styx. “She’s fine, she won’t be when she finds out her husband was killed by The king of the gods himself.” Polities spat, he let Eurylochus up and eventually they found themselves watching as Odysseus smiled for the first time in years as he saw his home on the horizon.

“He’s doing it. He’s made it home.” Polities whispered in awe. “But what of the palace something is wrong.” Eurylochus muttered slipping into his old roll with ease. “Shh Let me bask for a little bit Eury.” Polities shushed him.

Thus they watched their Brother go home. Too where they could never return. Eurylochus saw Citmene sitting near a pillar looking out at the sea, she kissed her ring. Polities had to stop him from leaning so far he’d fall into the fire. “Oh Argos.” Polities muttered as the faithful companion went still. Eurylochus cried when Citimene sobbed openly over his armour, saved from wreckage after wreckage by Odysseus.

#epic the musical #eurylochus #Citmene #odysseus #polities

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australet789 · 4 months ago

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I'm not putting the whole blame on Eury, but i do dislike the Eurylochus fans making it look like criciticing him is hating on him, when they wouldnt defend Odyssey!Eury because in the book he was a stupid motherfucker. Same with Polites because he didnt die until the Helios' island thingy. Yes, Polites. Yes he participated in the mutiny against Odysseus.

Jorge had done amazing in making him a more complex character, giving Eurylochus a purpose and a reason to do what he does in the story. But excusing his actions, specially the whole wind bag incident as "poor baby boy" when he was being a greedy bitch that used the crew's well-being as an excuse to opening the bag, it's an insult to all the work Jorge had done to making this character better.

If you dont love a character with all his flaws then you dont like the character

I saw an analysis saying how Eurylochus was betrayed by Odysseus in Luck Runs Out and he deserved to open the wind bag

But im defending Odysseus now. How he had to stay 9 days awake because he lost the trust he had on his crew. How he knew all the men, all the 600 men left were murmuring against him, as if he hadnt lost his best friend.

How the moment he turned his back to rest, he was betrayed.

Odysseus was right. And even then, no one snitched on Eurylochus. No matter how hard Odysseus tried to save the rest of his man when Eury just wanted to go home, no matter the fact that he lost his mother and she died because of Eurylochus opening the bag. Not even because of it, the 43 men left told the truth. To their King.

So in Scylla, when Eurylochus finally reveals his secret and no one bats an eyes, Odysseus knows the sacrifice has to be made. They already didnt care what Odysseus had lost in the process, they literally were the reason he couldnt get home the first time.

The decision was already taken

"I made a mistake like this

It almost cost my life

I can't more risks

Of not seeing my wife"

#epic the musical #eurylochus #i can go and go and make a very explained analysis #on how eury and the sirens are parallels to each other #on how now antinous is the voice of the suitors as eury was the voice of the crew #so these two are just voices like the sirens #calypso voice: ANYWAYS

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pwuppyl0ve · 1 month ago

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hit w the feeling of. like. holy shit i feel. so isolated from people. everyone feels so distant and even the ones i’m closest to i’m like . fuck. i feel like i’m separated by a soundproof glass box lmao. and i don’t know how to . i forgot how to make friends. it feels so alien idk how to do it .

#eury yapping #i’m soggy tonight sorry #having A Real One #watching people around me have these. genuine and deep friendships where they trust each other and whatever and i just .#idk if i know what that’s like. even with the few people who are close to me i. am constantly wondering when they’re gna drop me #because they have to. right? no one ever sticks around forever. that’s not real. not for me.

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thequeenofthedisneyverse · 23 days ago

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Eury lives au + Eury x Poseidon

Inspired by @anerdyrat Circe! (Not really Circe is still there) Eurylochus au and @caramellcandy villain au!

TW: Mentions of amnesia and isolation

Say, Eurylochus actually survived the lightning blast and Poseidon just takes him in. Mostly to manipulate him into being on his side and go against Odysseus. Turns out, it wasn't all that hard. For the first three days, Eury was in and out of consciousness due to the lightning blast colliding with his head and body three days before.

Poseidon had his maids tend to the new lightning scars and just care for him until he woke up.

When he fully gained consciousness, he was confused as to where he was. At first, he thought he was dead, but he remembered the underworld didn't have ocean themes or dark blue marble floors and walls...gasp! It was fairly hard for Eury to move due to his body still being in aching pain. The farthest he got was outside of his new room where he was met face to face with Poseidon himself.

Eury felt as if he should be scared but...he was unsure why. His memories were a jumbled mess. Poseidon figured this when Eurylochus showed no anger towards him or that much fear. Just uncertain curiosity.

But just to be sure, he asked Eury the last thing he remembered (while seeming like a concerned god). Attempting to remember anything put strain on Eury's head...then he rembered.

Storm, lightning, a man with long brown hair and a beard...pointing at him. Then a sharp stinging ball of light hit...then nothing else. What was that man's name?

Oddy? Esseuss? Odysseus? Oh, gods that name gives him a migraine and makes him anxious. And does he feel...sorrow...when he thinks about it? This person?

So, from Poseidon's perspective...he's someone he can use (or a way to pass the time lol). Bend his memories to make him think EVERYTHING was Ody's fault (it kind of was) and make him seem more like a monster than he is.

They get to know each other for the next seven years, some of Eury's memories come back but not happy one's. Never happy one's. The only good memory or feeling he got was when a certain name came up in his hand when he saw a red curtain.

Polites.

But even that brought a horrible memory of the cyclops and his friend...well...dying. Well, the memory is still choppy, but he can put two and two together.

Of course, when Eury has traumatic memories coming back, Poseidon is there to comfort him. At first, his comfort held no real emotion or care behind it...until he genuinely started to fall for the mortal. Which he hates by the way. How the fuck did that happen?!

For the first three years he tried not to acknowledge it, to keep his distance from the mortal. But those pretty "siren" eyes, genuine curiosity, genuine kindness, personality and care from Eurylochus somehow chipped away at his ruthless and cold heart over time.

The next four years he couldn't help but get closer and be more tender and caring towards Eury. And vice versa for Eurylochus.

Poseidon stops bringing up Odysseus seeing as it only hurts Eury (and he doesn't like talking about him either). He stops bringing up anything that has to do with Eury's passed in general and focus on the present.

Eurylochus isn't at all aware of Poseidon wanting to kill Ody until after he comes back bandaged up. And only weeks after that was, he really told what happened.

Then asked to do the unthinkable

I would like to point out that that their relationship isn't healthy. Eury is entirely dependent on Poseidon because he needs him for everything. Food, shelter, sometimes physical movement and "human" interaction and touch.

Poseidon is aware of this and keeps him inside by telling him how horrible the world is. Why? Well, for one, he's lonely and...that's about it. He grew an attachment to Eury and therefore doesn't want to let him go.

Now, Poseidon isn't like his brother, Zeus. He's not going to force himself onto Eurylochus in any shape or form (the man is already in physical pain most of the time, why in Olympus's name would he do that?). But still, he's keeping Eurylochus isolated.

Eurylochus doesn't really believe Poseidon too much but...he's a god. He may have amnesia but he's aware that he can't go against the will of a god. So, if Poseidon wants him there...he'll stay.

The poor mortal doesn't have that much fight left in him anyway (not physically at least). Plus, Poseidon is nice to him and treats him well.

So, the au is still in development buuut if you have any questions, please send asks (I'm bored)

#eurylochus #eurylochus x poseidon #poseidon x eurylochus #epic the musical #don't worry the areury fankids are coming #but designing takes time #don't rush me #epic eurylochus #epic poseidon #poseidon epic #eurylochus epic #odysseus #polites #eurylochus lives au #odysseus epic #polites epic

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bambiilooza · 5 months ago

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Do you have any height headcanons for Odysseus, Eurylochus, Polites, Elpenor, Perimedes (honestly we need some fandom name for them) and also for Penelope and Ctimene?

i've been calling those 5 the boyz but that's probably not what u had in mind lol

i love ody being shorter than every character he meets. that's smth i LOVE. the only person shorter than him is ctimene cuz i think that's cute. eury's height was the base point and i put everyone off there. (he's 6'5 like armando julián cuz that is just iconic)

i almost never draw them standing next to each other so it's hard to see the heights. but i put them in a height chart so it's hopefully easier for me to visualise things from now

i put them in rainbow order lol

telemachus would grow to be 6'0. taller than both parents.

#epic the musical #justbambiithings #odysseus #penelope #polites #eurylochus #ctimene #perimedes #elpenor

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epicthemusical · 5 months ago

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what are your thoughts on how the epic trio (odysseus, eurylochus, polites) becoming friends? like how old were they when they met & what sparked the friendship?

hmm interesting question. I like to believe Polites was a lower status just a commoner that befriend Ody first and Ody eventually made him his Therapon while Polites is also his philos. If you don't know Therapon is basically an ancient Greek version of a knight. They are people royalty chooses( mostly princes) when they are fairly young and the role of a Therapon is to provide support, protection, and aid whenever it is needed. Their council and guard that will forever follow the one they are sworn to. Philos just means a very close and dear friend. Eury comes into the picture later after his father goes to meet with Ody father to negotiate and that's when they meet. The often see each other since the two kingdoms have a good relationship and they quickly become close friends. Of course they become even closer once Eury starts courting Ctimene, Ody sister.

I hope this rambling is fun to read and if you have any other questions feel free to ask! Also I don't really have specific ages for when they become friends so sorry about that lol

#my headcanons #polites #epic the musical #odysseus #odysseus epic the musical #polites epic the musical #eurylochus epic the musical #Eurylochus

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emberunderscore · 5 months ago

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FableSMP EPIC the musical AU

whole thing comes from the perspective of Midas (as Quixis specifically) being Scylla, which means Icarus has to be Odysseus, which is also fitting tbh.

this is only based on the released sagas bc i dont have the vibe of the future characters yet (i dont look at a whole lot of snippets). also dont think about any of the blood family stuff too hard - theres nothing weird dw but it just makes stuff complicated with the gods

Monsters

Scylla - Quixis Midas

The ideas of Scylla being human turned monster, Midas is human turned Quixis, which in this universe could be something of a replacement for monstrous, which also works with

Spooky bitch Midas propaganda

Look at my edit to be even more convinced

Polyphemus - Leviathan/Vorago

Probably makes most sense with Leviathan

Instead of the parent/child relationship with Poseidon they're siblings (ocie is poseidon)

Humans/Dead people

Odysseus - Icarus

Icarus has to be Ody because of Midas being Scylla

The song Monster

The conflicts within the plot work well with Icarus’ own relationships

Eury and Ody see each other as brothers, even though it isn't’t blood. Maybe they’re not blood related in this AU

Eurylochus: Rae

Brothers!!

Rae is seen as the leader of Lodestar, which works well with Eury’s place as the voice of the crew

Penelope: Centross??

prison duo

but it actually works because Icarus would do anything for him. just look at season 3

he's probably not smart enough to be penelope but the agenda is more important than that

Telemachus: Oscar

Ik Oscar isn't Icarus' kid but he is Centross and theoretically Centross would've been the one to raise him anyway

See Legendary

Polities: Athena

Optimist

Song open arms

"everything's changed since polities"

Perimedes: Caspian

Perimedes is the one who stabs Odysseus in the back to stop him from killing Eurylochus in Mutiny

For Rae? Cas wouldn't hesitate

Tireseas: Haley

Dead prophet

who else

Ody's dead mom: Isla

Isla is Icarus' mom??? In this AU??? /s

Gods

Zeus: Fable

Orignially this was Epros but I was convinced to change it

Massive ego

Yellow

Actual reasons in this post

Athena: Enderian

This could also be fable but I dont think Icarus would defy him like how he does

Goddess of the Mind, need I say more

Aeolus: Aurelius

They have the vibes I think

Aeolus is gender and so is Aurelius

There are a lot of options I think

I like the idea of the Winions(?) being the piglins they had in their bunker

Poseidon: Ocie

Ocean

At the beginning Ocie is so ready to kill people, she does not care for human life. Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

She would do that for Vorago

Canon compliant beef with Icarus

Circe: Momboo

My first thought was Ven because I'm a fucking dumbass

It makes so much more sense than Ven

Plant lady, plant witch

badass

girlboss

pretty woman

Hermes: Rakai

They have the vibes

One of the very few gods to tolerate Icarus

gender

Apollo: Malitae

Apollo sounds so fruity in god games

Apollo cares most about music in god games which is a form of expression so i think it fits for Malitae to be him

Hephaestus: Nexus

In god games Hephaestus' thing is trust, he's pissed that Ody betrayed his crew

Nexus is the Goddess of Loyalty so it fits really well that she'd be upset about that

Nexus was also a knight so being a god of blacksmithing isn't too far from that

Aphrodite: Soul

Aphrodite cares about Ody's mom's broken heart

If we thing of it in the context of soulbonds it makes sense that Soul would be upset about that

Ares: Netherum

Ares is the only one in god games to match Athena's power, which checks out - major god to major god

Maybe its a bit ooc for Netherum themself

But god of destruction as the god of war. thats something

Would totally step in for Soul

Hera: Perix

In this AU we ignore family dynamics- Perix is not married

Calls Athena "baby" (kinda gay)

Fits the vibe

can you come up with a better idea? no, nor could I (credit to Sardar106 for this casting lol)

Calypso: Ven

They're so "This could never really happen but let us pretend"

"I wish we could've been something"

Look at this post (person who reblogged has better words than me go read that)

thank you for coming to my au talk. please share your own thoughts and opinions (but also remember that i am objectively correct all of the time /j)

Updated after Wisdom Saga

#this is what ive been doing instead of being productive #fable smp #fsmp #epic the musical #fable smp epic au #underscore.text

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I used to have a best friend who loved music theory more than anything else lol. It always went over my head personally, but there wasn't anything better than listening to him talk about it and trying to understand. I miss it sometimes.

In any case— What's your favorite detail about the music in Epic that's easy to miss, and that Jorge hasn't shared before?

That’s difficult bc often I notice something and then I see a video of Jorge talking about the same thing- but I have a few very small, inconsequential details that I noticed/things I liked- mostly to do with recurring motifs and instruments associated with each character.

“Please don’t make me do this, don’t make me do this” sung in his chest voice in the opening number vs in falsetto in “Thunder Bringer” asdjfjfngoinjksdngk

The “Survive” melody is first introduced in “The Horse and the infant”, when Zeus sings “A vision, of what is to come, cannot be outrun…” and it’s last heard (so far) in “Mutiny” when Eurylochus sings about the cows.

At the start of “remember them”, Ody’s electric guitar plays the melody of “we’re up, we’re off, and away we go”

Jay has talked about how Eurylochus has no signature instrument except for the voice of the crew, which makes him a lot more versatile. I noticed how in “Luck runs out” there’s a piano running underneath his lines. A piano is Athena’s instrument. My interpretation is that Eurylochus is questioning Ody’s wisdom here- “you rely on wit, and people die on it”

Similarly, when Odysseus sings “I can’t have you planting seeds of doubt…” underneath his vocals is a Viola (I think), which shows how he’s thinking primarily of Penelope, and not the crew.

Aeolus’ theme doesn’t really conform to a set time signature, which shows how she’s very free flowing.

At the end of “Ruthlessness”, after Ody opens the bag, there’s this descending synth line as the storm carries them away and just… it only shows up once but I love it so, so much.

At the start of “Puppeteer”, when they land at the Island, the strings play the “hope” motif from “Full speed ahead”. (“Ithaca’s waiting, my kingdom is waiting, Penelope’s waiting for me.”)

The strings at the start of “Done For” are very reminiscent of a tango, which gives the feel of Ody and Circe going back and forth.

Ody’s nylon-string guitar (the symbol of his softer side) playing when he sees Polites in the underworld…

Okay so I’m pretty sure the choir sound in “The Underworld” and I think “No Longer You” is actually some sort of synth or sample or VST pack and not vocals that Jorge recorded, which gives the voices a rather unintelligible, artificial sound, which ties in to what Jorge has already established in Epic- the mythological factors being seemingly more electronic.

“Mutiny” contains SO MANY REPRISES. I love how it’s switched from Eury singing to Ody “Please don’t tell me you’re about to do what I think you’ll do” in “Luck runs out” to Ody singing to Eury

At the start of God Games, Athena sings “Father, God King”…”Now I’m knocking” to the tune of “Thunder bring her through the wringer”.

The sound of mechanical clanging playing alongside Hephaestus’ vocals changing into a brighter sounding chiming bell sound when Athena responds.

Both Polites and Calypso have tuned percussion as their instruments. Polites has a marimba, and I think Calypso’s is a steel drum. Not sure what that symbolises yet.

People have talked Calypso singing “stay in my open arms” triggering Ody, but she also sings “I’ll stay inside your heart”, which is what his mother sings to him.

I need to re-listen to the whole musical and compile a larger list but this is mostly what I thought of off the top of my head at 1 in the morning.

Sorry this isn’t more technobabble-heavy, but I’ve made some other posts talking about this that go full infodump mode. These are just little things I noticed (I love doing this. It feels like finding buried treasure).

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