#epic argus

[baambastic]

Athena really sideswiping Argos by comparing Antinous to a dog smh

[awnrii]

living in this life you left behind

(close ups below!)

and a non-glasses version too! wisdom saga is out now guys omfg it’s so good…

[epicawesomewin-art2]

grandkids said they can't argue or they'll get kicked out :(

[sera8273]

Apollo:You all know that I’m a fan of catchy songs. So with so many sirens gone, I think Ody’s in the wrong.

Athena:They were trying to do him- your kidding, right?

Apollo:What?

Athena:Your fighting for a man because he killed sirens that were trying to kill him?

Apollo:I mean, like yeah. Pretty much.

Athena:….Seriously-

Apollo:He wasn’t the one or even the main cause to kill my cows. His second in command was just a dick. Like. He’s chill. I respect him. But he killed my sirens man!

Athena:To Gods above below and those outcasts- there’s literally a Siren In the Crowd with the Lotus Eaters and your fucking-

Apollo:I HAVE NO BEEF WITH THIS DUDE-

Athena:THEY’RE LITERALLY IMMORTAL- WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE?!—

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

Thunder saga? More like Betrayal saga, am I right?

[dionysism]

ohhh i am really thinking about penelope and grief. 20 years of it.

10 spent knowing your love is fighting at war and may die at any moment, every sunrise and sunset spent wondering if you're staring at the same sun right now or if he's already gone. and then the war ends, but not for you. it might as well have never ended, because now new grief sets in.

now you wait for him to come home, but he doesn't. and you slowly but surely hear about other great men making it home, and their tales of victory, and maybe you even hear about your husbands great trojan horse, how it won it for them, but you do not hear anything else about him. you listen very closely to the names of fallen greeks at troy, still, you do not hear about him. you wait another year, two turns to three, to four. nothing. no news, no closure at all.

you can't help but spin the worst possible tales in your mind, night after night. is he dead? ship shattered against the rocks in some storm? has he drowned? did he stop somewhere for supplies and get ambushed? cut down? could his men have betrayed him? did he anger some god and bring about his own doom? is there a chance, at all, that he's still out there? will you ever see him again?

and your son. your beautiful son who you love, who gets older every year, who can only know his father through the fragments of memory you can pass down to him, but it's not the same, not enough. and hero as he may be, what you would prefer is a husband. a father to your son. and his great deeds are somewhat lost now anyway, as he is. you cannot put a man to rest when his fate remains unknown— if he had fallen at troy, or made it home only to succumb to some wound or illness, at least you would know. at least then you could find some small amount of solace in him leaving a name and legacy for your son to inherit, some closure for you, but all you have is wind and words. and telemachus is starting to look like him, and you begin to dread him getting any older, as you remember you promised your husband you would remarry when he comes of age. another joy soured by grief, most women delight in seeing the men their sons grow up to be, but it only marks doom for you. sometimes you tell him to shave. just a little longer. he may still come back. you have to believe he will come back.

then the suitors decend like vultures, eating you out of house and home and every one of their faces is a reminder that he is not here, that he has not been here for a long time now. that you might never see his face again. you remember him perfectly, still, after all these years. can still see clear as day the image of him in your mind the day he set off in his ship, remember to the last detail the clothes you sent him off with. you can't imagine a life with any of these men, nor any other man on earth, but it becomes more clear to you everyday the gods must not care what you want. oh, how you both must be cursed by them, to be served such a fate! but you are not completely without hope, not yet. and so you stall, for as long as you possibly can, with your clever weaving scheme. and for awhile, this is something. you almost allow yourself to smile at the thought of how he would love a scheme like this, thinking about all the tricks and strategies he must have employed at troy, how you would have liked to have heard about them. ("well, here's what i would have done," you would sometimes tell him when he would recount old stories from his past to you. "penelope, you're brilliant! i should take you everywhere i go" he would usually say, and, you really wish he would have.) but he has gone somewhere far away now, somewhere you cannot follow, or even know about, and you are left with more grief than you know how to carry.

at some point, he's gone longer than you were married to him. eventually, he's gone longer than you knew him at all. it may seem silly then, to be so grief-stricken still, to love him so hopelessly, still. but you are only human, so you are, and you do. you've been betrayed and your scheme exposed, there's no denying your son has become a man, and the inevitable can be put off no longer. you falter constantly between a relentless despair that he will never come home, and fickle hope you are just a few more days from seeing his ship on the horizon. still, your nights are spent mostly weeping.

then this strange beggar comes to your house. he tells you he's heard about your husband, tells you he's coming home! and you want to believe it, desperately, more than anything, you want to believe it. but it sounds too good to be true. and yet, faintly, this strange man kind of reminds you of your husband. something about him you can't quite place. maybe you're just going mad, looking for him in everything, finding him where he's not there. but maybe...

and so here is your last stand, your last shred of hope, one final scheme. you'll marry, but first, a contest. a bow, that only your husband can string, an arrow shot through 12 axeheads. a contest conveniently leaving the winner the only armed man in the room. and if not what you ultimately hope, maybe, at least, you can watch these idiots sputter and fail.

[massiveladycat]

the way i look at people who try to justify epic the musical calypso (calypso kept harrassing odysseus despite the fact he was obviously distraught insisting that he was all hers and if the roles were swapped people wouldnt be trying to erase it)

[bloodmoons-knife]

canonically there was a multiverse council of eclipses that failed epically and we dont acknowledge that enough as a fandom

[duodipersponsh]

"all i hear are screams" no fight me but odysseus is being too hard on himself. these are not screams these are gentle murmurings of souls that have always loved him and that love him still. yes they're driving him crazy yes he's going mad from grief but those are encouraging voices of polites and odysseus' mom and shit i forgot about eurylochus but you get my idea? they're literally DEAD and there's still zero resentment. those are their final thoughts before their deaths but they are NOT screams of panic or pain or gut-wrenching loneliness of someone dying they're not blaming him if they could they would reach from beyond the grave to comfort him

[seeminglyseph]

Apollo's entire vibe in God Games feels like "Dad Said I Had to Be Here" and I feel like that's so Golden Child of him

[nenee-blog]

Double dating (Garou x Nagi and Saitama x Tatsumaki)

Collab with @el_catoprime (instragram)

SaitamaxTatsumaki super fan.

He had the idea of Garou and Nagi meeting Saitama and Tatsumaki on her special dating day.

Originally posted on my Nagi (my oc) official instagram account:

@nagi_amachi_official

XD crazy moments!!! Garou and Saitama always have fun together. But Tatsumaki will take a good eye on them anyway...

Lil comic in sketch style (it's faster than pencil line) Hope you like it^^ I had lot of fun while doing it hehehehe.

Hugs!

nenée

Garou, Saitama and Tatsumaki: opm

Nagi: nenée

Read GarouxNagi love story "Hungry Wolf"❤️🐺🐍❤️

[nerdygirl2023]

You know what I love about Greek mythology?

Just how many ways you can interpret the same character

For example, Poseidon!

In Lore Olympus, Poseidon is just a goofy lil side character that’s mostly used for gags

In Percy Jackson, he’s chill. Like super chill. Dad vibes all around

But in EPIC is a main antagonist that teaches Odysseus a lesson on mercy/ ruthlessness by trying to kill him

[linktdm]

why does he only have braces during sleepover episodes. he should get to have braces all the time. as a treat

- link

[lordsireno]

Pop Team Deponia

[sworeontheriverstyx]

yes zeus blasted athena with lightning in god games. yes he sounded extremely hot while doing it. my point, exactly? uhhhh, zeus!

[baby-xemnas]

can i be honest. i am so over one piece posts because of oversaturation, i block the tag, but i will always visit your tumblr every so often because i love the idea and content of bepolaw so much. theyre so good and hot and wonderful. your content specifically. bepolaw real, even if idk jack shit about the series

anon's one piece:

maybe the real treasure were the bear best friends we kissed along the way

thank you so much for the message ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ makes me super happy that you check my stuff specifically and its an exception :)))))) thats very very nice ♥