#epic polites

[corvisclouds]

I don't think he sees much of anything right now, actually

[bloomeng]

Men of Epic ~

[lazy-indigo]

More at war Polites!! >:] I crave art of this man being ruthless fr. I just think it’d be neat if the sunshine character was a monster first.

And the obligatory doodles -w- Thought it made sense to keep doodling my war outfit for him. As well as just drawing him being his angsty self. Can you tell I was feeling extra gay during the second drawing You also get some hints to how he got turned into a monster (thru the help of his grandparents -w-)

[reincarnated-penelope]

@iamthearrowking LOOK

Ok so I had an idea about Ody’s eventual death

Hermes’s smile was tinged with sadness, something unusual for the god. “Hello, old friend.”

“Hello, Hermes.” Odysseus pulled his gaze from his body, wrapped in the funeral shroud lovingly made by Penelope, to the bag in his hands. His fingers clutched it tighter, and he looked up at the messenger god. “Do you think they’ll hate me?”

“They will be angry, but they could never hate their captain.” Hermes took Odysseus’s hand. “It’s time to go.”

Hermes’s hand tightened, so much that Odysseus’s spectral hand would have felt crushed under his godly strength. His feet left the ground, going faster and faster and faster, trailing behind Hermes like the trail of a shooting star. Maybe that’s what he looked like when he delivered souls, Odysseus didn’t know.

His feet touched down on the bank of the river Styx, where over six hundred familiar faces currently waited. Odysseus’s feet hit the ground soundlessly a moment later. This would take some getting used to.

“Goodbye, Odysseus of Ithaca. I’ll… I’ll miss fighting by your side.”

That may have been one of the most genuine things Hermes had ever said. Odysseus smiled and fiddled with his bag. “Hermes? Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, friend, you died,” he said. “Good luck.”

He vanished with a blur of orange light.

Odysseus took a deep breath. It was time.

He walked—slowly, so slowly—towards his old crew. One by one, they turned to face him. Their eyes fell on his bag, and his old, wizened face, proof of a long life. Odysseus wanted to hide it, but he knew he must remain confident in his decisions from all those years ago.

“Comrades.” His eyes fell on two faces he longed to see- one tall, clean-shaven man with dark skin, and one man with a red cloth headband and a mess of curly hair. “Friends. I come after years of keeping you waiting, and for that I beg your forgiveness.” His eyes fell upon Eurylochus. “But I hope that this can sate your desires to leave this place.”

His hands tugged at the string keeping his bag together, and it came undone, almost as if it were waiting for this moment. Six hundred men saw it open, and a murmur went through them. It contained gold—so much gold that they could all get across the river.

Whispers turned to murmurs, but nobody moved forwards to come get a coin. A huge gap remained between Odysseus and the six hundred men he outlived. His shoulders drooped.

One man stepped forwards. Eurylochus of Same, his second in command. He picked out a coin from the bag, then held it up in the air. “Let’s hear it for Odysseus, our captain.”

The murmurs started up again, until the sound of clapping came from the middle of the crowd. Polites.

Ghostly tears flowed down Odysseus’s face as more and more men joined in. They all started to move towards him, cheering for him. Cheering for the life he got to have. Cheering for the chance to finally be together as a crew again.

Thanks for reading! I’d just like to say that my Hermes transportation scene was mostly based on @witless-winion1 ‘s Ctimene fic.

[cheesemushrooms]

The boys 🥞

Close-ups under the cut :3

[lyralotus]

Just ElPoliPeri as chiibi/chibi practice :3

[witless-winion1]

“The blood on your hands is something you won’t lose,” Zeus scolded. “All you can choose is whose.”

The blood of the child…or the blood of my family…

The presence of the god lingered, before slowly dissipating. The small bolts of lighting and the ominous roll of thunder in the background faded off.

Odysseus looked down at the child. So small, so helpless. To ensure his family’s safety would be only too easy; he wouldn’t even need to draw his sword. He only needed to extend his arms, over the stone wall, and let go, watch him fall-

The infant in his arms stirred. Odysseus’ eyes opened, widened.

The baby cooed, squirming enough to free an arm and reach up to him. He looked so trusting. Odysseus couldn’t help but think back to Telemachus. They looked so similar, the innocent wide eyes and pale skin.

This child was fated to destroy him if he chose mercy. His son, his wife.

Odysseus closed his eyes as he slowly stood up. How could anyone but a monster follow the command of the gods?

How could a monster choose the child of an enemy over his family?

His mind conjured up the image of Penelope. Of Telemachus. He couldn’t put them at risk…

It’s just one life to take. And when I kill him, then our journey’s over.

He drew in a shuddering breath, his arms shaking as he slowly extended his arms out inch by inch over the bloody courtyard, preparing to add more.

“HEY! CAPTAIN!” A familiar, confused voice startled him from the strange, dazed blankness of his mind. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”

Odysseus felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over his head as the babe whined, squirming- he pulled it back into his chest before the child could fall from his hands. A light tremble of horror shaking him as he realized what he’d been about to do. He looked slowly over the edge of the wall, seeing a few of his men, done with razing the city and having come to find him. It appeared that Polites had been the one to call to him.

“Nothing!” He called back, wincing asked his voice suffered the worst voice crack he’d had since he was the sixteen and trying to woo Penelope.

His cheeks flamed like Troy when he saw his friends’ eyebrows raise. Eurylochus, standing beside Polites and still holding his massive, bloody sword, cupped a hand around his mouth. “Bring that down here! Let’s see what you got.”

Judging by the expressions on their faces, mostly confusion, they didn’t know what was in his arms, what had been precariously close to being dropped.

He slowly readjusted his hands to hold the child of his enemy closer, turning to make his way off of the wall and join them. “…yes, alright.”

[rodgerthedilo]

So yeah uhh.... Epic The Musical is pretty cool I suppose.

[viagoed]

hehe creating something in my little cauldron

[this-orange-anon024]

storytime with orange ->

(Epic musical// The Odyssey)

(ooc: Take it away orange (-u-) )

audience (if wish) : @lemon-boy-anon @gremlinlotusannonhere @a-ghostly-ghoul-anon @thatposidengirly @1ceyanonhasarrived @cotton-candy-anon @jelly-fish-anon @bubbly-bubble-anon @plushieanonthesecond @coral-daughter-of-amphitrite @4mph1r1t3 @king-of-the-fish @odysseus-of-ithaka @notesbyaphrodite @leucothea-helper-of-sailers @best-dressed-on-mt-olympus @king-of-the-gods-zeus @hades-ruler-of-the-underworld @that-one-queen-of-the-underworld @odysseus-reigning-king-of-ithaca @god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes @just-a-mer @apollo-ask-blog @lightning-wielder

🍊:

it began...with two lovers! 🤴❤️👸

One, fighting off in the Trojan war! 🗡️

One, waiting back at home with their son! 👦🪡

Their love for each other-INFINITE 💞

(🗡️the TROY SAGA 🗡️)

POLITES NO TOO HIGH!!! 😱

(BLAST!!!) 👊👁️‍🗨️

Oughhhhhh! 😩🥞

Athena, Aeolus, help!!! 😫

(🌊the OCEAN SAGA🌊)

(SLAM!!!) 👏

closing the wind bag up!! 💰

Crewmen dying one by one! 😞

(🌿the CIRCE SAGA🌿)

Well at least he still has his mom ☺️

(⚰️the UNDERWORLD SAGA⚰️)

His mother is dead. 😓

(⚡the THUNDER SAGA⚡)

"oHhh, hi I'm Penelope who definitelyisn'tasiren, I'll talk to you like we already met" 🧜‍♀️👸

ZEUS IS GONNA BLOW!! 🌩️

BOOM!! ⚡BOOM!! ⚡

(panic noises) AHHHH!!! 🫨

(⏳the WISDOM SAGA⏳)

magic pulses through his veins- ✨

(GASSSPPP!!!) :000

I live! 🤩

We can live together as one! We can be together as one! 🌺😍

(⛈️the VENGEANCE SAGA⛈️)

GET OUT CALYPSO!!! 😡

*phew!* (I'm not your man)

*phew!* (I love you but not in the way you want me to)

My heart 🌺 😢💔

"Only this wind bag can get you back home!" 📨🧔‍♂️

And he finally arrives home...

YOU'RE NOT WORTH IT!! 🔱

Guess what, I'm the bad guy! 🌊🔱

Then odysseus drowns away..

forever. 😞

...

Then he doesn't drown! 😄

(🩸the ITACHA SAGA🩸)

Oh, and he goes off to fight and stabbing Poseidon, gets back to Itacha, kills off all the suitors one by one mercilessly, and reunited with his son and wife!

Any questions? (^ ^)

[bladevoyager]

@zigadoodle I colored him :3

[dark-side-of-the-moon-ody]

Odysseus fought off a heart attack. The proof was clear as day... but he couldn't bring himself to believe it. Poseidon was awful, but he wasn't a Coward. Why not kill her in front of him?

Eurylochus, however, seemed convinced. He rushed over to his captain, giving him a hug. "She's really gone..." Odysseus muttered, returning the hug, his expression still blank

If Odysseus wanted to survive, he needed to play along, right?

Three people.

Three people washed up on Calypso's island. Two of them were new faces, ones still asleep with the crashing tides.

The third one however, was all too familiar with this island.

He attempted to control his breaths, hoping to wake up from this awful dream the Gods put him up to.

But it wasn't a dream. Not this time, at least.

"You have got to be kidding me."

- @dark-side-of-the-moon-ody

*She immediately knows who he is and runs picking him up. She had gone into a larger form, making her taller than him as she hugged him and spun him around.*

“You’re back! You came back!! You’re here for me~!!” *She smiled as she squeezed him so hard he thought his eyes might pop out. She then saw the two other men and smiled even brighter.*

“And you brought me more? Oh I’m so excited~!!” *She smiled and tried to kiss his cheek.*

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

Some arthritic Telemachus headcanons, because I love projecting

His first flare happened when he was two, and it scared the daylights out of Penelope. She spent hours poring over Polites's old medical texts and writings for any solution (because I'm definitely in the camp of him being a healer)

I know they didn't have immunosuppressants in Ancient Greece, but they also didn't have jetpacks, so let's say the combined brain trust of Polites and Penelope managed to figure something out. Telemachus's fevers came further and further apart, the aching in his joints became manageable, the fatigue no longer kept him bed- bound, but things were never the same again

For one thing, because of the aforementioned immunosuppressants, Telemachus got sick all the time. He felt increasingly guilty about it the older he got, fearing it was keeping him from being able to defend Penelope from the suitors. Penelope, however, just spread rumors that everything from a cold to an infected toenail was actually a deadly and very contagious illness that only she should take the risk of tending to, so those episodes actually ended up being a defense of their own

In addition, while Polites had notes on some things that helped with symptom management- stretch and strength exercises, warm blankets and baths- fatigue and pain were common enough in Telemachus's days that learning how to fight proved difficult

That is, until Athena showed up

Telemachus had absolutely no plans to tell her about his condition, having hidden it from the suitors his whole life, until he walked into his first day of training with her and she handed him a spear with a grip she'd designed specially to help his fingers

He'd fully assumed she wouldn't want him as her warrior if she knew. But she not only did she continue to train him, she put all her goddess-of-wisdom prowess into doing so in the most accommodating way possible. She hounded Apollo about what exercises Telemachus should be doing to warm up and cool down, always kept their sessions short, and crafted his Warrior of the Mind outfit with his joints in mind: boots with extra arch support, wrist and knee braces built in, gloves to protect his fingers, etc

That's how he became such a competent fighter so quickly between Little Wolf and Odysseus: for the first time, he had a teacher that knew how to work with his limitations

Training with Athena was a major confidence boost, but when Odysseus came home, Telemachus still begged Penelope not to tell him

Obviously she refused, never having lied to Odysseus and not about to start now, and never having seen arthritis as a weakness the way Telemachus had growing up trying to keep up with the suitors

But the argument was rendered moot when Telemachus got an infection from Melanthius's blade, because come on, the man definitely never cleaned that thing

Obviously, Odysseus freaked ("this is Poseidon's fault, I know it, he still hasn't gotten over the stabbing thing-") but Penelope was just like "don't worry this happens all the time"

"What do you mean this happens all the time"

Odysseus didn't leave Telemachus's bedside until his fever broke, lying next to him and singing the lullabies he used to sing to him when he was a baby. In his delirium, Telemachus just assumed he was dreaming Odysseus was there the way he often had in years past, and he cried with relief when he was well enough to remember that his father really had come home

Then he wiped his tears away and saw the way Odysseus was looking at him

"Mom told you, didn't she"

He waited for the disappointment that was surely coming, for the legendary hero to bend under the weight of realizing that it was impossible for his only son to ever measure up to his legacy

Instead, Odysseus took his face in his hands and said he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have a son stronger than he ever could have imagined

It still took a while for Telemachus to stop trying to perform around Ody, trying to be the son he thought he expected even though they both knew it was a struggle

But there came a day when they were at the base of one of the palace stairwells and Odysseus could just tell it was a bad enough day for Telemachus that they would cause him a lot of pain. He could also tell that Telemachus would insist no matter what that it was fine

So Ody just. Scooped him up and carried him up the stairs

When he set him down, Telemachus was blank-faced, and Odysseus began to worry he'd overstepped. He started to apologize, but Telemachus cut him off. "It's okay," he said, and then, "thanks, Dad."

It was the first time he'd ever called him dad. Odysseus cried for half an hour

After that, Odysseus became the first person that Telemachus was fully able to let take care of him. He'd grown up trying to protect Penelope, and he never totally stopped wanting to please Athena, but Odysseus was so genuinely delighted to be a caretaker that it was easiest for Telemachus to fully relax when he was with him

He knew he'd never be the warrior Odysseus had been, never be able to stand the relentlessness of war, but his parents and his patron were doing everything in their power to make sure he'd never have to. By the time he took the throne, he was the king the new world needed: able to lead with empathy and to keep his battles short

[cheesemushrooms]

Hi, sorry to bother but are your art requests open? (If so could I please have some polites ty)

Yes and yes 🥞

[incognito-duo]

[coquexari]

This life is amazing...