#oddyseus

[cashew-is-cracked]

This is amazing

Calypso & Odysseus :’)

[rainysaturdaysaysstuff]

Saying"look what you turned me into" as you torture a God who drowned your entire fleet with his own weapon is such a good line

[theatelierofharuhime]

I present you the biggest hypocrite this side of Olympus:

Bonus :

[im-probably-playing-genshin]

(this is how i imagined 600 strike)

Poseidon: "How will you sleep at night .... knowing what you've done?"

Odysseus:

Odysseus: "Next to my beautiful, gorgeous, wonderful, sweet, kind, loving, amazing, wife named Penelope. How DARE you not know of her. How could ANYONE--" *pulls out a list of reasons why he loves Penelope*

[kayberrie]

pov: you done fucked up

Alt versions and a little anatomy study I did while traveling yesterday (the guy next to me kept looking over at me)

let me know which version is your favorite!

[cannot-catch-a-god-damn-break]

no one talking about the smaller details of the vengeance saga?!?

specifically Hermes

I already made a post where i said that Hermes was probably putting up an act throughout dangerous but this post is about one really specific detail - the line “Im not the one who fought for you”

Which is said in leu of “you very well may die”

I think Hermes genuinely believed in Odysseus because he very easily could have said what he said in the circe saga

he had no reason to tell odysseus useless knowledge if Hermes believed he was to die anyway, its not like this is something he would let bothe him at the current moment he has more pressing concerns at the moment.

Hermes believed that Odysseus would live and that he may want to know in the future so Hermes gave him a thread he could follow if he ever wanted to after her got to Ithaca.

[rin-solo]

My favorite post-EPIC headcanon is that Odysseus' family is just completely accepting of all the unhinged sh*t that he's done.

Odysseus, over dinner, some 2 months after his return: And then I finned the sirens, letting them drown. We ate the tails later.

Telemachus, starry-eyed: OMG GUYS THAT'S MY DAD!! THAT IS!! MY DAD!! (points excitedly) ISN'T HE INCREDIBLE?

Odysseus: And later when he wouldn't stop being in my way I stabbed a god repeatedly with his own trident.

Penelope, heart-eyed: That's my husband. My love. Love of my life. You slay, my king.

The rest of the people at the table are 100% freaked out and probably terrified, btw.

[jkriordanverse]

Calypso's "last time i checked goddesses can't die" and the stream ending is the equivalent of Poseidon's "Or what? You can't kill me" which is also the equivalent of the suitor's "watchu 'gonna do abt it, champ?"

*sighs* like father like son

[betterthanyalls]

Can u do a Reader x epic various where y/n is apart of Ody's crew and during the end of thunder bringer Zeus kidnaps y/n and takes them to Olympus instead of letting them either drown or get washed up onto Calypso's island?🥰🥰🤩🤩 It'd be cool if during God games or something Athena finds out what Zeus did and now instead of the games being just to free Ody from Calypso's island, it's ALSO about freeing y/n from Olympus and reuniting them with Odysseus?? Sorry if this doesn't make sense or if it's too much work lol, just write this however you want if you even wanna write it at all teehee ^^"

blinks i think i went through 37 different emotions while writing this, most of them were bad. Ok so, I'm not sure how good this is but please don't kill me😇 TW: Zeus gives reader Ganymede treatment

Masterlist

Stolen Soldier

Various (kind of) x Reader

EPIC: The Musical ~ Oneshot ~ Angst

Words: 1.6K

Published: 11-4-2024

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Thunder roared, winds whipped, and waves rocked the lone ship back and forth. Standing on the bow of the ship was a figure of divine power and presence, waiting with a wicked grin. “Choose,” the king of the gods demanded harshly.

“Choose?” Odysseus muttered, looking at Zeus in fear. “Someone’s got to die today, and you have got the final say. You,” he pointed to Odysseus before gesturing to the rest of the crew, “or your crew.”

The captain looked to his crew, locking eyes with Y/n—his best friend, his rock, his shelter. He took a shaky breath, looking back to Zeus in desperation.

“Please don’t make me do this; don’t make me do this,” Odysseus begged. His mind seemed to be playing tricks on him. Looking back at his crew, he saw a range of emotions: anger, hurt, terror, grief, and more. Taking a daring glance at his closest friend, the soldier felt his heart shatter. Holding back tears, Y/n gave him a hesitant nod to show it was ok.

Then, a new voice tore his gaze away from his crew. Looking out over the sea and to the clouds, a figure of familiarity seemed to take place within the clouds. Illusion or not, that was his wife.

Penelope. Odysseus took staggering steps across the shaking boat and to the edge. Both of his hands latched to the wooden railing, his eyes never moving from the clouded position of his partner. Memories flooded his judgment, from his crew and Y/n, to his family waiting for him. “Captain?” A voice of uncertainty spoke up. Eurylochus. The said captain couldn’t even dare face his right-hand man as the sky darkened and Penelope faded back to the clouds.

“I have to see her," Odysseus whispered, tears brimming in his eyes as he finally looked back at his crew. The general saw all of the hurt and betrayal in his men’s expressions. The fear hurt the most to see. “But we’ll die,” Eurylochus pleaded. Odysseus knew he would regret this option until his final breath. Once he got home, how would he tell Ctimene he was the cause of her husband's death? “I know,” Odysseus’ voice broke, a few stray droplets not belonging to the storm washed down his cheeks. 

At the end of those words, the thunder roared, and Zeus grinned evilly. Zeus rose above the clouds, lightning moving to gather in his raised hand.

“Thunder, bring her through the wringer.” The crew drew their weapons in defense, charging towards Odysseus with murderous intent. Y/n stood away from the fight, not daring to lift any sort of weapon against her best friend.

“Show her I'm the judgment call. The one who makes her kingdom fall. Lightning, wield her, use and yield her.” 

As the crew closed in on their captain, the air started to become tense and electrified. Y/n took a step back from the chaos, looking up to see a phenomenon of heavenly power. “Show her what she can’t conceal; her true nature will be revealed.”

A bright light enclosed the surrounding sky, ripping down to the center of the ship. In an instant, a deafening crack sounded, and all light faded to black. Y/n felt like her soul was being ripped apart as she opened her mouth to scream her pain, but no noise came out. Then she felt a drop, only to be brought into a suffocating embrace of cold. Finally, her mind cut out. ~~~~~ Y/n felt different. She didn’t sense the shivering water anymore, but instead a subtle warmth. It took a few minutes, but eventually she managed to peek open her eyes. Y/n wasn’t on a ship in the middle of the sea with the night sky above anymore, but instead there was a grand painting on the ceiling of white marble overhead. Looking around slowly, the young woman saw an unfamiliar scene.

A lavish bedroom surrounded her, furnishings a king could only dream of sitting like average decor in each nook and cranny. Moving her hands, Y/n felt the silk sheets of a glorious bed below her. Ivory blankets fell from her body as she slowly rose up from her position. Placing her feet on the cold marble flooring, the mortal stepped through the room. It wasn’t long before she found herself in front of a floor-length mirror. 

White and gold fabric draped down on her body—a dress fit for a goddess of divine origin. Confusion clouded her eyes as she scanned her new attire. That puzzlement was quickly replaced with fear as two wooden doors opened, revealing an even more confusing sight.

A tall man wearing a white toga entered the room without a care of knocking. Striding to where Y/n stood, she instinctively took steps back from him. “My dear, why do you back away?” The smile on his face was unnerving, especially with the nickname. Y/n recognized that voice immediately, terror coursing through her veins as her lips parted to let out a gasp.

“Zeus.”

The god in question continued to walk towards her with that two-faced smile until he backed the mortal into a wall. “Mmm, you’re as smart as you are beautiful,” he took her hand, placing a kiss on her knuckles. Y/n shuddered in disgust and fear; her heart raced faster than a chariot racer's steeds. She wanted to push him away, but her body felt locked in place. Y/n tried to speak, but her lips were closed tightly like a stone wall. “Hm, dear, I think I know a dress that’d fit your body much better. Let me help.”

~~~~~

Within only the second morning of the Heavenly Palace, Y/n had the overwhelming urge to jump off. But she wouldn’t be allowed such a pleasure with the god at her side. Zeus had taken it upon himself to guide the mortal on a tour through Olympus, which only influenced her thoughts. 

Y/n kept her eyes on Zeus every second. Not out of intrigue or anything of that sort, but of apprehension. Each movement of his that was near her direction, the mortal would tense up and pause everything. Soon enough, the king of Olypmus noticed and grinned with faux comfort. “Dear, you seem tense. Allow me to ease you.” ~~~~~ Day after day. Weeks after week. Zeus never let Y/n leave his side, threatening any god or goddess who even dared to give her a sympathetic glance. The woman was a shell of who she once was. Her eyes sunk and her soul depleted; she felt her life draining by the day. Not in mortality-wise, no Zeus would never let her perish. But in consideration of her spirit.

Each night she would cry until no more salt would leave, leaving only choking sobs. Each night she was infiltrated by the king of Olympus. Y/n would stare at herself in the mirror, vomit building in her throat as her eyes trailed down to every mark on her body. No spot was untouched. No matter how hard she tried, Y/n could never wash off the sin. The mortal would scrub her skin until she was raw and bleeding, but the phantom touches remained.

Each night she missed her home and friends more and more. Where was Odysseus now? Did he forget all about her when he returned to Ithaca? What about Penelope? Would she miss her best friend? 

Seven years. Seven years of misery, force, and agony. Seven years of physical and mental torture she endured to no fault.

But soon, like all stories, her savior arrived. ~~~~~

Athena stood in front of her father, spear and shield in hand, while staring into the king’s eyes murderously.

“I’ve played your game and won. Release them,” the goddess of wisdom demanded, shifting her gaze to where Y/n stood anxiously beside Zeus’ throne. The mortal had gone through so much, and Athena was determined to save her. 

Zeus glowered down at his daughter, rage covering his expression. “You dare to defy me? To make me feel shame?” He growled, his fists clenching so tight that his knuckles turned a bright alabaster. “No one beats me; no one wins my game!”

The lightning god stood up threateningly, his hands glowing a static yellow. “Thunder, bring her through the wringer!” The air was caught in Y/n’s throat at the familiar words, her eyes wide in horror. Zeus rose up, the electricity in his hands growing as the woman noticed the alarmed looks on the other god’s expressions. “Show her I’m the judgment call, the one who makes her kingdom FALL!” With a vociferous burst, he threw the lightning at his daughter, forcing her back onto the floor. Once the light faded, everyone looked to see the warrior lying face down, her body still as ice. “Is she dead?” the voice of her brother Ares asked hesitantly. Y/n thought back to every moment her and Odysseus had been with Athena. They were an unstoppable force together. Now though, Y/n only wanted to rush to the goddess side.  Before anyone could do anything, Athena struggled to her feet, holding her aegis in defense while pointing the spear tip to her father.

Zeus’ look of utter shock soon turned to rage at her defiance. In response, he sent a barrage of bolts towards his favorite child. Against this attack, the war patroness held her shield strong and pushed against the force, making her way to her father.

Finally, at the feet of the king, she grabbed his arm and fell to her knees.

“Let them go, please. Let them go.” Her plea was finished as the goddess collapsed, her breath slowing to a stop.

[liisu1]

An Epic: the musical AU where Telemachus and Antinous are childhood friends, and because of that, Telemachus heard how ruthless people can be from Antinous (He told him the things he heard his father's friends say about Telemachus mother and what they wanne do to her) and they made a deal that is Antinous helped him protect his mother, he would become the next king after Telemachus's father. And because of that, he started training with Antinous from a young age and because a strong warrior,who could fight the suitors. "Telemachus warrior AU"

How they met

Two kids were playing outside.The young prince had escaped from his home to avoid his responsibilities (homework). He sees a kid playing with a ball.As he approaches the boy, he feels a sharp pain in his head. The boy had accidentally kicked the ball in his face.

"Watch where you kick it!" The young prince shouts at the boy.

"It's not my fault you were standing in my way!" The boy shouts back before smirking. "Do you even know who you are talking to?" The boy asked.

"No,who are you?" The prince questions the boy

"I'm the future king of Ithaca!" The boy said in a cocky tone.

Telemachus takes a step forward,closer to the boy. "No,I'm the future king! You are talking to the prince of Ithaca!" He practically yelled at the boy

"Why does it matter that you are the prince? If I marry the Queen, I will become the king much sooner than you!" The boy yelled back.

"You can't marry my mother!"

"Why not?"

"Because.." The prince felt his words die in his throat. "Because.. my father will return! And me and my mother know it so she will never marry someone like you!"

The boy raised his eyebrows and shrugs his shoulders before pointing a finger at the prince. "Then I will marry you,problem solved."

"Wha- YOU CAN'T MARRY ME!"

"Why not?"

"You just can't! I don't love you,plus didn't you say you loved my mom?!"

The boy shrugs again. "I never said I loved her,I just want to become the king and all the power that comes with it,I don't cear who I have to marry to get it."

The prince looks down at his feet. How could anyone think that way? "You are so cruel. Why would you be together with someone you don't love?" The prince's voice was shaking a little.

"For the power, obviously,haven't you heard what the grown-ups are saying? All my father's friends are speaking that if the king doesn't return soon,they will try to court the Queen! I'm not sure what having that much power actually does,but the grown-ups are talking about it,so it has to be cool!" The common boy exclaimes.

The prince's fists tighten. They want to court his mother? Why hadn't he heard about it? Was he truly that shelterd? "No.. I need to protect my mom."

"And how will you do that? You look like you would brake a bone from just looking at a weapon" The boy questioned the prince.

"You will help me! You will train me! I have seen you train with your father!"

"And what will I get from that?" The boy questioned.

The prince fell silent. What could he give him? He didn't seem too keen on wealth,he wanted power.. power. The prince slowly opened his mouth, taking a small step twords the boy. "I will merry you, and you will become the next king,as long as you help me protect my mother!"

The boy smiled. "Deal!" He shouted without a second thought.

[fantasy-nerdddd]

My headcanon about Six Hundred Strike: after the whole kebab Poseidon thingy, the sea just so happened to look muddy, as if someone's blood was mixed in. The fishermen caught close to no fish, especially in Ithaca. Which weirded people out since the place was known for its fish. No one could explain the lack of fish or the muddy, slightly redder waters. Dozens upon dozens of sacrifices were made to Poseidon in vain. People went around saying it was a sickness amongst the fish. Some said that a monster was roaming around killing everything. Most guessed that Poseidon was just furious for his own, slightly petty reasons. Though of course, no one voiced that last part. No one ever guessed that he was hurt by a mortal wielding his own trident

[your-ne1ghbor]

Imagine after Dangerous, "Mr. I love my wife" just kinda chills for a bit before this mf shows up:

[evidentlyfresh]

I literally cannot stop listening to the new Epic saga, it's ingrained into my head...

I get chills at the end of "Get in the Water" every single time I listen to it

[insomniphic]

I like to think that it was really hard for Telemachus to consider Odysseus as his father despite all of the years he's been titling him as one. It's easier to trust that someone gone will come back, than to actually believe and envelope the fact that they're here.

[the-soft-hoodie]

This ✨ destroy ✨ me