#it’s because of odysseus’s love for penelope

[freakycafetomoe]

Not Even the Gods Can Keep Me from You

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵pairing !! : Odysseus! Gojo Satoru x Penelope! Y/n

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵Summary !! : What is perseverance, if not love? What is strength, if not the will to return? Satoru Gojo was never meant to be a man of peace. A warrior crowned in legend, a king bound by duty, a man who challenged the will of gods themselves. He had conquered battlefields, torn through myths, and stood unshaken before death. Yet, for all his victories, there was only one war that truly mattered—getting back to you. Ten years of war. Ten years of wandering. And still, his heart only knew one home. You. Always you.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵contains !! : heavily! epic the musical inspired. heavy angst with eventual comfort. yearning. war themes. divine intervention. unwavering devotion. Gojo being dramatic as always. poetic prose slow-burn but inevitable love. a decade of suffering. a reunion worth every second of it. forced separation/longing. implied captivity (calypso arc). enough pining to make even the gods weep. Greek mythology elements.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵word count !! : 2,095 words

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵playlist !! : here

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵A/N !! : no beta reading we die like men. Okay, so hear me out! this idea grabbed me by the throat and refused to let go. I was just minding my business, vibing to EPIC: The Musical, and then suddenly my brain went, “What if Gojo Satoru was Odysseus?” And now I’m here, emotionally invested in a story where my baby is out here fighting gods, monsters, and curses all because he just wants to go home to you. Like, yes, he’s the untouchable but at the end of the day? He’s just Satoru. He’s fought wars, conquered empires, and defied death itself—but nothing, nothing compares to the battle of getting back to you. If that’s not peak romance, I don’t know what is. jkjk let’s be real, Gojo is exactly the kind of person to get cursed by the gods and just laugh in their faces. Zeus could strike him down and he’d be like, "Damn, that’s all you got?" And then proceed to survive out of sheer spite. ANYWAYS. This is just the beginning because, of course, I couldn’t stop at just one headcanon. This is a whole series now. I am deep in the trenches of this story, and I plan on taking you all down with me. If you want to be tagged for future parts, drop a comment! I love you all so much—thank you for the support, the reactions, and for indulging my unhinged brain 🫶💙

Odyssey? More Like Gojo-ssey. Now, let’s watch Gojo Satoru try (and probably suffer dramatically) to get home.  😌✨

⇢ read on ao3 here !!

Odysseus! Satoru who was never meant to be a man of peace. From the moment he first gripped a sword, fate carved his path in blood and war. He was the strongest, the untouchable, the king who could not fall.

Odysseus! Satoru who was never meant to stay in one place. His soul was made of storms, his heart set to the rhythm of conquest. 

Odysseus! Satoru who was the strongest warrior, the sharpest mind, the man who could bend the world to his will. But for all his power, truly one thing he longed for. Home. However, home had never been a place. Home was you.

Odysseus! Satoru who had never feared the gods, not even when they whispered warnings of fate and ruin. He laughed in the face of destiny, dared to challenge the will of Olympus itself. He mocked them, defied them, dared them to strike him down. But the moment he met you, the moment he saw a future beyond war in your eyes, he knew he had something far more terrifying than divine wrath—something to lose. The moment he took your hand, the moment he called you his wife, he realized that strength was not in defying the gods, it was in having something worth defying them for.

Odysseus! Satoru, who was not a patient man, but love, had taught him patience. This man fell in love like a storm crashing against the shore. sudden, unstoppable, inevitable. You were not just another prize, another conquest. You were the one who saw him, saw past the whispers, saw past the power, saw past the arrogance that kept the world at a distance. As in return, he swore to be yours in a way he never truly belonged to anyone else. In this lifetime and futures to come. 

Odysseus! Satoru who would sit in the gardens with you, listening to the way you spoke, memorizing every shift in your expression, every lilt in your voice. He who had faced death countless times, but nothing unnerved him more than the way you could bring him down to his knees with a just a single look. The strongest man in the world, utterly undone by you.

Odysseus! Satoru who was a force of nature in battle, and yet, he was the softest thing when he was with you. He could split mountains with a strike, command armies with a word, yet he would abandon it all just to press a kiss to your temple in the quiet hours of the night. The world could call him untouchable, unstoppable—but you had always known the truth. He was only human in your arms.

Odysseus! Satoru who swore he would never leave you. He never wanted to leave you. But war does not care for love, and kings do not get to choose their fate. When duty called him to Troy, he kissed you one last time and vowed, “I’ll come back to you, my love.” A promise whispered against your skin, a prayer uttered to gods he never truly believed in, but for you, he prayed. But war does not wait for love, and kings do not get to choose peace. The moment he stepped onto that ship, the moment he sailed toward a war he had no choice but to fight, he made a silent promise.

Odysseus! Satoru would come back. No matter the cost.

Odysseus! Satoru who had faced monsters before, but nothing compared to the beasts that awaited him on his journey home. The sea churned with curses, the land crawled with creatures that wanted nothing more than to tear him apart. But he did not waver. He did not fear. Because what was pain, what was suffering, if it meant holding you again? And so, he fought through curses, blood, and suffering, but the only thing stronger than the wrath of the gods was his will to get back to you.

Odysseus! Satoru who had never known helplessness. He was a man who bent the world to his will, who carved his own fate with bloodied hands and an indomitable heart. He had faced gods and monsters, defied curses and storms, and laughed in the face of death itself. But for seven years, he was caged. Seven years stolen from his hands, wasted in the embrace of a goddess who was not you.

Odysseus! Satoru, who had washed up on her shores broken along with his wrecked ship, his men lost, his body battered by the sea’s wrath. She found him like that, defeated in a way he had never been before, and she took him in. Nursed his wounds. Promised him peace. Promised him eternity. However, eternity meant nothing if you were not in it.

Odysseus! Satoru who was worshipped as a god on that island. She adorned him in silk, kissed the battle scars on his skin, whispers of forever in his ear. She called him hers. She swore to love him, to keep him, to give him a kingdom untouched by war and pain.

However, Odysseus! Satoru who was already yours. No matter how soft the sheets, how gentle the hands that held him, the weight of you never left him. Your absence clawed at his chest, a dull, aching wound that never healed. He was fed the sweetest fruits, given the finest wines, and yet, everything tasted bitter.

Because you were waiting. Because he had sworn to come back. Because seven years was too long to be away from home.

Odysseus! Satoru who was given the choice to stay. to be immortal, to be unburdened, to be worshipped as he had been all his life. But gods, if there was one thing he had learned after all these years, it was that peace was nothing without you. So he demanded to leave. He raged against the walls of paradise, cursed the heavens, swore that nothing, not gods, not time, not fate itself, would keep him from you.

And in the end, the gods relented. the moment he stepped back onto the sea, the moment the wind carried his ship forward once more, he whispered a vow “I’m coming back to you, my love.”

Odysseus! Satoru who after 10 yeras of war and 10 years of isolation in a gilded cage. After all the temptation, after all the stolen time. Nothing had changed. You were still his home and he was still yours.Odysseus! Satoru had always been told that the greatest glory was in war. That men like him were meant to be remembered for their victories, for the blood they spilled, for the kingdoms they claimed. But as he carved his way through gods and monsters, as he fought tooth and nail to return to you, he realized—glory was meaningless if you were not there to share it.  He was a man who had something worth fighting for. Each island, each battle, each moment of agony was a step closer to you. 

Odysseus! Satoru who would fight for eternity if it meant getting back to you. Because the world could take his crown, his titles, his power—but they would never take his love for you. He knew that time would change things. That Ithaca would move on, that suitors would circle you like vultures, that the world might convince you to forget him. But he never doubted you. Not once. Because if there was one thing in this world stronger than him, stronger than war, stronger than the gods. it was your love.

Gojo Satoru was a man of great renown. A warrior who had never lost, a king who stood above all, a force so untouchable that even the gods whispered his name with caution. He was myth and legend, conqueror and survivor, the man who had defied death itself. And yet, in your eyes he was just Satoru. Not a king. Not a warrior. Not a name etched into history. Just a man. A man who laughed too loudly at his own jokes, a man who pressed kisses to your temple when no one was looking, a man who smirked like a child when he won an argument. A man who made himself at home beside you, tangled in linen sheets and lazy mornings, whispering secrets only meant for your ears. The world called him untouchable. You knew better. You knew the warmth of his hands, the softness of his voice when he murmured your name in the quiet of the night. You knew the weight of his heart, the way he carried the burden of war, of loss, of the endless battle between duty and desire. You knew the boy beneath the legend, the fool who fell in love like it was the only battle worth losing. And he had lost. To you. Because for all his victories, for all his power, the greatest thing he had ever done was love you. Not war, not glory, not the sea of men he had left in ruin. You. Always you. It had taken years, lifetimes, an odyssey of gods and monsters and curses. In the end, he had won the only war that ever truly mattered. Because after everything, after all the pain, after all the years stolen from him. He came home and when he looked at you, and you looked at him, he knew. You had never stopped waiting.

The moment he stepped across the threshold, the weight of a decade settled onto his shoulders. The war, the gods, the monsters—all of it had been nothing compared to the torment of being away from you. And now, as he stood before you, a man worn down by time and trials, he found himself breathless.

You stared at him, silent, unmoving. As if blinking would make him disappear. As if you had seen him in your dreams so often that you weren’t sure if this was another cruel trick.

“Satoru…” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it shattered something inside him.

He inhaled sharply, as if he had been holding his breath for years. Maybe he had. “I’m home.”

A silence stretched between you. It wasn’t empty. it was full. Full of lost time, of unspoken words, of all the things the universe had tried to take away.

Your fingers twitched at your side, hesitant, trembling, before you reached out. The moment your hand brushed against his face, tracing the lines that time had carved into his skin, something in him broke. He leaned into your touch as if it was the first warmth he had felt in years. His hands found your waist, hesitant at first, as if he feared you would disappear. But when you didn’t, when you only gripped him tighter, his restraint crumbled. He pulled you against him, arms wrapping around you so tightly it was almost desperate.

"You took your time," you murmured against his chest, voice thick with something between relief and sorrow.

He huffed a quiet laugh, though it was weak, exhausted. “I had to make it dramatic.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your fingers curling into his tunic. There were so many questions, so many things you wanted to say. But in the end, you only whispered, “This time… will you stay?”

His grip on you tightened. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

You let out a breathless, a broken soundhalf a laugh, half a sob. “You idiot… You think after all this time I’d want anyone else?”

Satoru gave a smirk, but his voice was quiet, almost fragile. “I don’t know… figured you might’ve realized I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”

You shook your head, a real, genuine smile breaking through the tears in your eyes. “You always were.” Your hand found the back of his neck, fingers threading through his silver hair like a lifeline. “But you’re my trouble.”

Satoru swallowed hard, his thumb brushing against your cheek as if memorizing you all over again. “And you’re my home.”

A sob escaped before you could stop it, and that was all it took for him to press his forehead against yours, closing the last remaining distance.

“I meant what I said,” he murmured. “No more wars. No more running. No more losing time.” His voice softened, turning into a promise. “Just us.”

Your fingers curled tighter around him. “Just us.”

The words settled between you like an unshaken vow. And for the first time in forever, there were no battles left to fight.

No gods to defy.

No time to lose.

Only him. Only you.

Only home.

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[isa-ghost]

Wait a fucking minute

I FORGOT TO DO SOME HOUSEKEEPING AND CIRCLE UPDATE THINGS THAT WENT DOWN PRIOR TO THE 2 YEAR ANNIVERSARY.

MOST NOTABLY:

YA BOY ODYSSEUS HAS JOINED THE CIRCLE.

So this is a weird and funny one tbh because as far as I'm aware, you don't typically practice witchcraft with heroes like him. It's usually deities, or entities like demons, angels, dragons, fae, etc. But obviously that's not what you're limited to.

As is probably predictable for a Criminally Late To Enjoying Greek Myth dumbass like me, it all started when I listened to EPIC the Musical. Originally it was just a devotional act for the other Greeks that hang out in my circle, but I started getting curious if I could actually talk to him (and Tiresias the Prophet but we'll get back to that).

After speaking to Apollo, Hermes, and Ares a couple times about how I could go about it and how it would go, the gist was basically to make a summoning spell for Ody and chat with him once it worked.

HOWEVER

Ares warned me very sternly that I could not talk to Odysseus and Tiresias in one go and it'd be a bad idea to have them in the same space, especially long term. Basically, it was just a lot of tension and it wouldn't be good for the altar, etc. Fair enough.

So we concluded I would reach out to Odysseus first, THEN Tiresias. At the time it was still basically just the desire to chat, give my admiration, and nothing more. If they wanted to stick around then they were more than welcome to, so long as the rest of the circle approved (and everyone Did give the go ahead, I asked ofc).

Unfortunately this all got derailed by some,,, really shitty life things blowing up in my face, but we got back to it around late January or early February (originally I had discussed this before Christmas). I had collected ingredients for Ody's spell like months prior, so one day when I wasn't feeling so mentally drained by The Horrors(tm) I spontaneously did the spell and spoke to Ody.

It went nice. :) I said everything I wanted to, asked him about his boundaries and set any of my own. He also said he REALLY appreciates what Jorge has done with EPIC, he loves it, especially how he's gone about portraying Penelope (and overall doing the women justice by adding nuance and complexity to them). :D

Anyway, he wanted some time to think about whether or not he wanted to stay when I gave him the option, as up until this point basically my whole circle had come to me first with a reason for staying. Ody had no such thing, so he told me to talk to him again in a week for an update. In the meantime, the spell bottle could sit on my altar and he'd be lurking.

And as far as Tiresias went, I asked Ody about what him coming around would mean. Basically, while there isn't any outward hostility between them, Odysseus just really doesn't wanna share a space with him (fair) and things would be really tense and uncomfortable, at least for him. He has Mixed Feelings about Tiresias but doesn't hate him. Understandable.

Ultimately I decided that if Ody wanted to stay, then that was fine and really Tiresias probably couldn't do a ton more with me than Apollo does already, so if either of the two were going to stay, it'd make more sense for it to be Odysseus. So at this point, whenever I finally talk to him, it'll be just to kinda say hi, tell him I think he's neat, and let him know that not only him but Any prophet of Apollo's is welcome to stop by the altar or deliver a message to me anytime. Haven't gotten around to summoning him to chat yet.

Now more on Ody.

A week later, I checked in as I was told to. He still didn't have his decision. Or more accurately, we later clarified he DID want to stay, but didn't have that reason to yet and he would only stay if he had one. Makes sense.

Progress on this front was slow-going because I was still (am still) dealing with grief, school obligations, etc. But eventually we (more like I) FINALLY reached the epiphany that *I* should have something *I* want him to work with me on. It's *my* practice after all, not his. He's just here to offer his guidance if that's what I want from him.

Which I eventually decided it was. It took me a while to decide on with what, but I got there. Up until this point, a mix of Mostly Apollo, Michael, and Hades were assisting me with family baggage related things, mostly with my dad (the primary suspect in the origin of my previous disdain for religion, bigots in general aside. Among other things my dad has done). Which was fine, but not necessarily something any of those three are particularly Known for representing. Michael would be the closest, considering he's my entire family's guardian angel.

Buuuut, Odysseus and I had a talk about basically building up a sort-of How To Honor Him type thing, since I'm pretty certain that doesn't really exist for him. This is what we decided on:

Pretty solid foundation to go off of. :) He very much wanted to focus on the family, romance, and perseverance parts, hence my final decision to have him help me with family matters, as well as partner related things. He 🤝🏻 Me -> I Fucking Love My Wife guys.

(Tangentially related to family and partners, he was VERY happy when I told him Penelope and Telemachus are just as welcome in the altar space as he is, if they're capable of showing up. :D)

So that's about where we're at. With Michael and perhaps Hades's help, he'll be the one helping me out with family issue type stuff. Healthy relationships and navigating healing from the past bullshit, more specifically. Haven't had an Incident that's required any special guidance yet, so I guess we'll see how that goes in the future.

But yeah. I successfully summoned, spoke to, and now work with Odysseus. :) An unexpected and interesting direction to take my practice in for sure, given it's not that common as far as I know.

Other than that, there's been some misc little developments here and there which can be summarized into the following:

Leviathan wants me to get in the habit of trying to lucid dream. He said he'd visit me in my dreams if I could do it.

Aphrodite has me on a big pink kick rn and I guess she's finally inflicting the same Femininity Healing Arc she threw my wife into. Very funny but very fun.

For Isa Lore Reasons I've HATED wearing yellow for practically my whole life, but I've been really itching to get some cute yellow stuff to wear for Apollo. So I guess that's something minor I never expected to have healed but am apparently having healed. Neat.

Michael is pretty quiet these days but he's part of the OG squad (aka I have lovingly forbidden him from leaving me). But he hangs out in my area in the form of a white pigeon. Which is really weird bc I don't Have pigeons in my neighborhood so idk where the fuck this guy came from. Pictures below.

Ares has been on/off a little more present, helping me use my temper for good and constructive things, basically. And trying to make me less insecure about it.

Hades has been spamming me with stuff about my dad relating to college and future education and won't stop /lh. He's also made it a lot easier for me to work through the aforementioned grief.

Hermes has been mega present since he joined and I don't know why I didn't expect that to the degree I should've. Apollo, Leviathan, and him are the 3 most vocal little shits in the circle.

Michael pictures:

And now the housekeeping shit I forgot about in previous entries or said incorrectly:

I didn't look into it enough but I probably should've said it's Hebrew mythology that Leviathan is known to represent Envy in. Or maybe this is semantics idk, but I figured I'd throw this out there.

It wasn't him I pissed off in Lake Michigan, that was Poseidon (and Odysseus said he was proud when I asked if he was). (Also gonna be real interesting when my wife and I finally move in together some day because guess who works with Poseidon while I work with Odysseus. Methinks I will be down a Greek one day /silly).

Also I meant to link my Apollo playlist aaaaages ago but didn't. And now you can have ALL of my existing devotional playlists, bc fuck it.

Anyway I thiiiiink that's housekeeping done. And just for consistency:

Ares said he's been hovering around me since I was born, so he's been around casually as long as Leviathan. Unsure of how true this is but I joke that it's because I'm an Aries.

Hades only started hovering when my wife told me I had an Anonymous Death Deity who'd show themselves after The New Year last year.

Aphrodite only started hovering around me when she started practicing with my wife. Soooo sometime last year I think?

Hermes started hanging around when Apollo once sent him to me to deliver a message on his behalf. Idfk why he did that other than I guess he thought I needed to hear the shit he was telling me from someone else other than him. Bc it's more believable if it comes from multiple sources? Idk. It was funny tho and Hermes has hung out ever since then. That was 2023.

Okay THAT should be the end of this update. Yeehaw big journal entry.

Hm ok not sure how to write this post but it's a fun thing and I've been wanting to gush about it for weeks. Uhhh

Achievement Unlocked: Finally found something that's pushed me closer to agnostic than atheist??

Basically, I was seeing an obnoxious, totally inexplicable amount of hawks and corvids in my area irl, especially whenever I was stressed. So I asked all my witchy friends about it (one was straight up born into a coven, it's fuckin sick 🤩) and they sent me some stuff those animals symbolize.

And then I asked about what deities/entities they're associated with. They sent me a short list, so I started looking into each one to see if I felt a strong pull to any of them. One of them was Apollo, the Greek God of [A Lot of Cool Shit]. Right away, I clicked with him. The god of truth, prophecy, healing, the arts. It's all stuff that matters a lot to me. I especially found it fascinating he's said to be a protector of the young, and I, a psych major, want to be a therapist of some sort (read: healer) specifically for teenagers. He's also Known for being incredibly bisexual, and even though I'm pan, my sexuality is still a huge part of me. And a lot of other things about him clicked with me too, both big things like my career goal and my identity, and small insignificant things like the fact that he's a Sun God and I'm a Fire Sign. There were way too many coincidences and connections I was making to myself while reading about him to just think nothing of it. Most damning of all, hawks and corvids are said to be his messengers. If that wasn't a "Hello Isa I've been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty" moment, I don't know what is. So I said fuck it, I'm gonna give working with him the way my witchy friends work with their deities/entities a try.

It's been like three weeks now? And I haven't done much but I'm really happy about the concept of it all. I see hawks and crows a lot still, especially when I'm stressed or upset (One morning I was getting roadrage omw to school and I shit you not, I watched a hawk land on a street lamp and there was a crow sitting on the very next one. I couldn't help but laugh). I got myself a necklace with a crow on it because I don't really have a space to do formal practice type stuff. And last night I had my wife do a tarot reading for me, and the gist of it was "you have a budding relationship, it's a good thing and it'll help you, nurture it with all the creative freedom you like and be chill about it." Which is basically what I've already been doing.

But my favorite part of this wild ass development is that I realized while reading up on Apollo that my whole life I've thought of or spoke about something and then it either happened or something related to it would suddenly show up in my life right after. I don't believe in ✨️manifesting✨️ and holy shit I'm not calling myself psychic whatsoever, but this weird coincidence thing has been happening to me as long as I can remember and I've been noticing it even more after looking up Apollo, both irl and in my dreams. I think Apollo's dodgeball being my favorite Tumblr meme before this all happened to me is making a comedic amount of sense now.

I'm still pretty skeptical of most religious practices because I just. Am one of those people, I guess. And I had Catholicism shoved down my throat by my dad as a kid, AND I'm queer, so I have a Bad relationship with the concept of religion as it is. But this feels right, and it's fascinating to me, and the idea that these weird happenstances in my life could be a figure that represents several things that make up my core values and my identity trying to get my attention feels really touching. It feels like something wanted my attention so badly, and I've been happier since I gave it a chance.

TLDR: After consulting my witchy friends about some weird shit that keeps happening to me irl, I did some light research and figured out I feel a strong connection to the god Apollo. He represents a lot of things that matter to me and the concept has made me a lot happier recently. And I'm pretty sure he's given me minor dodgeball privileges. I'm finally invested in some form of religious practice, and best of all its one I kinda get to just make my own because it's not an organized one.

So if yall need a dodgeball thrown at something, maybe I got you. 👈🏻👀👈🏻

[karamell-sweetz]

ringalingaling COOKIE RUNNERS! i must ask a favour because things are cooking in my mind.

ELABORATION UNDER CUT

OPTION ONE: white lily as athena and gingerbrave as telemachus. i originally envisioned this to be that part in beast yeast ch1 where gingerbrave gives white lily advice and stuff to ease her guilt but going through crispia again makes me think i could also put it somewhere during hall of enlightenment.

OPTION TWO: white lily odysseus, pure vanilla penelope. this is the one i’m leaning more towards atm. also takes place in beast yeast ch1 after white lily is revived. cough. surely that explains it.

i’ll probably find a way to do both at some point, but this is to decide which one i do first 🤔

[laceyhermit]

PenOdy Mini Comic!!!

I made this kinda rushed i’m not gonna lie, but it felt so cute and I wanted to get it done before my work…

This is kinda cute I love these goobers.

This is post-ithaca saga…if it wasn’t super clear…

Hermes occasionally visits Odysseus and Penelope because why not?

[katerinaaqu]

Hello sorry if this stupid but since you talk about platonic relationship, I guess you're the right person to ask.

So in most Greek myths, some of the figures were often said beloved or loved by the Gods, and sometimes there's no saying about any romantic act or any children. So I wondered if we can interpret those words to be any other kind of love rather than romantic? Can't it be just a genuine love without them having sexual relationships with the Gods? Because it be nice to explore more on the kind of being beloved by the Gods rather than just be either their lovers and children.

It is not stupid at all. It is a very good question and honestly I feel honored that you think so!

I believe it is perfectly valid to do so ESPECIALLY if we talk about characters that are not associated with gods in myths sexually. In fact more often whatnot the "beloved to" mention does not mean relationship at all but rather the point of one's position or occupation.

One example that comes to my mind is Menelaus. Menelaus in Homer is called "Beloved to Ares" (ἀρηΐφιλος). By n large Menelaus is not even interacting with Ares (not to mention that Ares was siding with the Trojans in the Iliad). The characterization is more linked to the fact that Menelaus is a warrior.

Likewise many heroes associated with gods doesn't necessarily mean they are romantically involved with them in any shape or form but rather that gods side with them or protect them. They are their patrons so to speak. Similarly for instance Athena and Odysseus. Or Athena and Penelope. Athena is not associated with anyone romantically or sexually but rather offers her advice and her guidance.

The term "beloved" is not associated just with romantic relationships in ancient texts to begin with. As I said in the past Achilles for example uses the term with many people included but not limited to Patroclus, Odysseus and Phoenix etc. Thetis uses the term "beloved" clearly to speak on her love for her son etc.

So absolutely you can. In fact even if a God or a goddess is associated romantically with one person in one source you can still think of another source and see more platonic than romantic connotations and work with that for sure you can. And you are right it is an overlooked concept sometimes especially given how many sources do point out at the direction of sexual or romantic bonds hahaha

[darlin-collins]

FROTHING AT THE MOUTH I WAS GONNA SAY THAT I LOVE YOUUU

redacted but epic the musical au? sam as odysseus and darlin as Penelope !??

Alexis as Calypso, Quinn as antinous

Hermes as Vincent, Circe as Porter (yes because Hermes gives odysseus something to defeat circe)

Milo as Tericias? (for no reason just wanna seer Milo)

William as Poseidon maybe?

asher as polites

i haven't thought this through but like this is what I came up with as "not sorry for loving you" poped up as i was washing the dishes,it reminded of Alexis then it spiraled into this

I can relate Redacted to Epic the Musical :0

My two hyperfixations at the moment crashing into each other and spawning headcanons oh no

Open Arms but it's Young David and Young Asher. David as Odysseus and Asher as Polites.

What about Ruthlessness and The Underworld and Monster as David during the inversion

I'm Just A Man, but its The Imperium. Asher as Odysseus and everything else being the plan to take the spire. The end where he sings "forgive me" is the scene between Imp!Ash and Imp!Brachium

Suffering and it's Sunshine in a dreamscape Blake made to try and get their guard down. Sunshine as Odysseus, 'elliott' as the fake Penelope. The conversation is 'elliott' telling Sunshine the only way to get out is to get Brachium to open a connection

Little Wolf, that's 22 year old Darlin' fighting for their life against Quins "friends" for the first time. Athena, in this instance, is them remembering in the moment how to fight the way Gabe taught them. Also them seeing Gabes shadow around the edge of the fight circle even though it wouldve been impossible by then

Legendary and Young David reminiscing about his mom. The only difference is he isn't singing waiting for someone. It's more longing to know more. The end is a shifter in the pack that's notorious for being a bad person and questioning Gabes authority, and then David trying to decide how to handle it

We'll be Fine is David as Athena talking about Darlin' as Odysseus talking to Sweetheart as Telemachus. The back half of the song would be Sweetheart saying that David got them through their first big meeting with higher ups and thanking him for being their friend. I also think that Sweetheart and Darlin' have a lot of similar mannerisms even if they don't have similar personalities

Get in the Water is Brachium as Posideon and Blake as Odysseus. Alternate timeline where Brachium actually yk....gets Blake back in the water. Brachium considers letting Blake go but ultimately decides against it

[ghostvibesonly]

THERE ARE OTHER WAYS DID NOT GO WHERE I WAS EXPECTING IT TO OH MY GOD /POS

PENELOPE’S THEME AND INSTRUMENT?? ODYSSEUS BEING QUITE LITERALLY BACKED INTO A CORNER AND HAVING SEEMINGLY NO OTHER WAY TO SAVE HIS MEN BUT STILL NOT BEING ABLE TO BRING HIMSELF TO GO THROUGH WITH THE ACT (EVEN THO IT WOULDN’T BE A TRUE ACT OF BETRAYAL BECAUSE THERE’S NO ACTUAL CONSENT ON HIS SIDE AND IT WAS SOMETHING HE WAS ABOUT TO BE COERCED INTO)??? CIRCE BEING TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF BEFORE AND BELIEVING THAT “BECOMING THE PUPPETEER” IS THE ONLY WAY TO KEEP HERSELF AND HER NYMPHS SAFE SO SHE OFFERS THIS “ACT OF PASSION” TO STILL HAVE A FORM OF CONTROL, AND THEN SEEING ODYSSEUS IS NOT LIKE THOSE BEFORE BECAUSE HE’S SO IN LOVE WITH PENELOPE (WHO HE HASN’T SEEN IN 12 YEARS) THAT HE REFUSES HER OFFER AND PLEADS BECAUSE IT’S NOT WORTH IT EVEN THO THATS THE ONLY OPTION HE’S BEEN GIVEN??? HIM CALLING HIMSELF A PUPPET MAKING HER REALIZE THAT THIS CYCLE OF ABUSE AND CONTROL ISN’T WORTH IT ONLY TO COME TO A MUTUAL UNDERSTANDING BECAUSE SHE KNOWS WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE TRULY IN LOVE AND TO BE HURT, SO SHE OFFERS HIM AN ACT OF KINDNESS INSTEAD???

“Maybe showing one act of kindness leads to kinder souls down the road”

[a-compass-without-a-needle]

This is what happened after 3.1 isn't it?

[undercoverangell]

telemachus as a baby probably would have loved 2 yank on his dads beard and mustache... its usually within reach of his very short arms whenever hes being held. and his dad reacts in a way that is probably very funny 2 him.

[artiquar]

my dear penelope, we've twenty lost years of love to make up for.

[dootznbootz]

I've been seeing some shit on how certain folks apparently think it's like, surprising that Penelope just accepted Odysseus and all the stuff he's done without question and/or disappointment in Would You Fall in Love With Me Again when like... Not only against Odyssey!Penelope but ALSO Epic's. We may have only gotten 2 songs it's still a concept album. THERE'S STILL TIME! of the real Penelope in Epic but like, even then we can see that she's equally as wild

[cescalovestowrite]

I used to be one of those basic bitches who think Odysseus is the only character in the trojan cycle. The only man ever.

Now I've changed, and even though my blog is about Odysseus, because he will always be my favorite character, I now have so much love for all the others.

Paris? You mean the arrogant farm boy who caused a war because he was horny? Love him to bits.

Menelaus? The sad hubby who has never done anything wrong ever? Protect him at all costs!

Agamemnon? The incompetent general who is whiny and petty but would do litterally anything for his little brother? I will give him a hug (but I will also rejoice when his wife slaughters him)

Ajax the Great? He is so cute and dumb, leave him alone (and give him Achilles' armour before he does something really stupid)

Helen? She is so chaotic, you will never understand shit with her. She will swear she's on Greece's side, but then will imitate your wife's voice while you are hidden in that damn horse, just for funzies. What a queen!

And the ultimate yapper? The father figure of all the Achaeans? The one and only Nestor?

Gosh I even love Idomeneus, he is so kind, and Ajax number 2 don't you dare disrespect him ever again!

I could go on.

[backpackingspace]

Okay so with the line "the olive tree where we first met" we have two equal hilarious options.

When penelope was sassily like oh I'll marry you if you make a living bed out of this tree right here! Cue penelope stumbling over odysseus very very carefully digging up the tree "because how else is he going to get it to itacha we can't have a wedding bed out in the open in sparta duh"

Or

2. Penelope, knowing that Helen's suitors would soon be arriving to take over her home for a while. Snuck out and went on her own wacky shenanigan filled journey where she scoped out all the major players. Odysseus caught her spying in an olive tree. And when she got back she told Helen she had dibs on the cutie from itacha.

[psychicsamlover]

Everytime I look at Telemachus I feel so much joy in my heart.

Like... He just fought a bunch of men who had been threatening him and his mother for years (and he didn't die! although he was very close to it). He didn't really want to hurt them (but he also chose a weapon that would allow him to fight groups of them at the same time), but he did it anyway because he had to.

He finally met his dad and cared more about not living up to his expectations than about the fact that he just saw someone's head being chopped off right in front of him by his dad (but hey that was a man who threatened to break his hands so that's okay).

And then his dad said "no more bullshit, you are the sweetest joy I've known, you're strong as you are, I love you so much and I can't wait to know you better".

And then he goes to tell his mother good news, they probably hug (as they should) and cry some happy tears before and after Odysseus and Penelope reunite (there's just so much happy crying in that palace).

And he also has a cool bestie goddess who's literally willing to die for him (honestly same) and will probably teach him more cool spear moves.

And look at him. He's so cute and badass at the same time. My favorite type of character. There's so much light and kindness in his eyes, but now we also know that he can "do whatever it takes to keep his *family* safe".

[melodyartist]

I started reading House of Odysseus by Claire North again, which I had dropped a long time ago, since the characters where really annoying and the way it was written bothered me too much, maybe it's the adaptation's fault idk, but you really have to turn off your brain to make it even minimally enjoyable... that's not even true !Because they still find a way to make me hate everyone, there is a big ass problem if I find Antinous less annoying than Helen and she is one of the "protagonists"

I gave it the benefit of the doubt several times but it's really not my cup of tea 😭(I'm halfway through it though...). But I must say that since I'm very biased I wanted to try and draw Menelaus from the book, based on the awful descriptions, that are not even coherent since in the first chapter he is described in such a way that he looks like a Minecraft character with big ass hands and in 10 chapters later he is described having a thin neck, so I took on some creative liberties

We are not gonna talk about the blacksmith comment... And the whole paragraph beneath that is all about his hands and piercing gaze

What can I say... there are parts where I like him for how he is portrayed but it's like 10% of the time. He's loud, arrogant, mean, hot headed and he is trying too hard to get Penelope's favour, a red flag who walks on legs that are thick as logs...sigh I guessed that's fine...

But there are scenes that he is in that have a nice comedic effect especially when he is serious... I think that those are not meant to be funny so that's an other issue

[wolfythewitch]

To add onto to what I mentioned about aroace stuff, I think it's just in general. sometimes I look at ships and I don't get why they like each other? Like I think it's cute but when I think about it a little bit, I don't really understand it fundamentally. That could either be a product of being aroace, raised heavily religious and conservative, or a weird concoction of all three lmao

I think this is part of the reason why my favorite pairings are usually already established/married. Otherwise I just! Don't understand