#telemachus would be so unimpressed with him

[brainrotroulette]

still reeling from discovering today who Herodotus and the Romans thought Pan’s mother was 🤢

hint hint— she’s a certain loyal wife and queen of Ithaca and her name begins with a “Pen” and ends wit an “elope” 😭

@dkmbookworm and I were GAGGED

[literallyjustforlurking]

Fight Little Wolf (Wolves)

The idea is that Jason is Telemachus reincarnated. This would make the beef between Percy and Jason on the Argo hilarious because it's like Jason's version of a teenage rebellion but also Jupiter having to deal Poseidon claiming Jason as his grandson. Because obviously any version of Poseidon's son is his son even if it's before his son exsisted. (He still refuses to acknowledge Odysseus as his son-in-law)

Athena is cooing over having her nephew/little brother back. Hermes and Poseidon are arguing over whose grandson Jason is.

Jason does not want to be anybody's grandson. Jason gets no say in this.

The best part though is when Annabeth and Jason are stuck in CHB for months while Percy is in his coma. Jason/Telemachus finally understands how his dad felt the entire time he was away from them. Annabeth/Odysseus doesn't understand why they can't just have their family together for one day, please.

Percy keeps hearing about this Jason dude at CJ and something about him makes a shiver runs up Percy's spine. Percy (incorrectly) identifies this as hatred. It is infact Penelope just being really upset that people keep forcing responabilites upon her son.

Because of this Percy is kinda hostile towards Jason when they first meet. Jason (who is excited to see his mother, the woman who raised him, who protected him from the suitors and who he protected in turn, the only solid presence in the first twenty years of his life) totalty doesn't break down crying when Percy gives him a slightly unimpressed look when they first get to New Rome, Why Would You Say That?

Neptune is really confused on when he got a grandson but is also will to fight Mercury over grandparental rites just for the lols.

Athena is planning on duking it out with Hera for mentorship rites.

I also have the feeling Hera really likes Penelope, who in Hera's opinion is the perfect mortal wife, so she is willing to co-parent Jason with her and just cut Zeus out of the equation entirely. Hera is not willing to share with Athena.

Odysseus!Annabeth is not willing to share with Hera who not only kidnapped Percy but also used magic to force Jason to be with Piper cheat on Reyna. This all reminds Odysseus!Annabeth way to much of Circe and Calypso and, just like everything else in her and Percy's lives, is giving the poor girl war flashbacks.

(I don't know whether or not Reyna and Jason were actually dating before Jason was taken but I think it would be funnier if they weren't and Odysseus!Annabeth is just desperatly projecting while Jason is despertly projecting becasue I just got you back please don't piss off another major olympian we're demigods I won't survive the ten years it takes for you to get back home)

Did this entire idea come from a post I saw that called Jason Lupa's little wolf? Yes, your point?

[somereaderinblue]

Pearl

When Telemachus had been born, one of many things that had amazed Odysseus was the sheer amount of unfiltered strength those pudgy little fingers had.

They could barely wrap around his finger. Yet, before long they were fisting Penelope's beautiful dark curls, her dangling earrings and shiny necklaces whenever they were within reach. Once, he even fisted a corner of Odysseus' himation and gnawed on it like the goats of his homeland.

That particular habit stuck long after Odysseus was forced to relinquish the beloved himation woven by his wife for the silks and baubles of a prized possession. He had worried that the hard pearls and cold metals would make his son uncomfortable in his embrace but much to his relief, the child didn't care.

Instead, Telemachus was constantly fiddling with the jewelry, stroking rows of pearls strung upon golden chains and tracing the artful lines of a rose emblem's many petals. How ironic, that the adornments he resented for marking him as a leashed beast also gave him the perfect excuse to keep his son close.

Today was no different, for his son remained transfixed on a pearl nearly as big as a thumbnail. At least it was on a looser necklace that gave Odysseus some leeway.

After failing to divert Telemachus' attention back to the ball he'd been bouncing, Odysseus huffed and reclined on the kline to settle his son more comfortably on his lap.

"Puh." Telemachus babbled.

"Pearl." Odysseus corrected. "Say it with papa, pearl." he repeated, showing his son how to roll his tongue.

"Paaaaaaa." Telemachus said, sticking his tongue out exaggeratedly.

Odysseus laughed, bouncing his wonderful boy on his lap, eliciting excited squeals.

"Funny little wolf." Odysseus cooed, booping his little nose.

"Wuf! Wuuuuuuuuuuuu~" Telemachus giggled.

Odysseus kissed his chubby cheek. How he wished to bottle this moment into an amphora, how he yearned to turn every ounce of his son's happiness and innocence into a wine for Penelope to savour upon their reunion.

Oh Penelope..........

"Papa." Telemachus yanked his necklace. "Puh!"

"Yes, a pearl. You like those, hm?" Odysseus brushed his curls aside, the once fine wisps growing thicker as his body grew heavier. "They come from the ocean. It has many things; fish, coral, boats and islands. That is where we’re from, an island called Ithaca, with the bluest seas and a home on the highest hill.” 

This was an old story he has told countless times, and he tells it once more with the same gravitas as the first. He tells his son of the sun-warmed rocks he and his sister raced across to catch birds, silver fishes hauled in nets, goats he helped herd, houses he and his father built, and an olive tree turned bed, its very roots a symbol of his parents’ everlasting love. 

And though he has neither loom nor the skill, he weaves a new story for Telemachus. A sunny day, two sets of footprints across white sands, his mother’s weaver hands in his, only just cleaned of resin from fixing a boat.

“We decided to swim. And even if your mother wasn’t half-naiad, even if she had asked for the clouds themselves, I would have said yes without hesitation. And so we swam like fish and splashed one another like children. Then I dove down, down, down until I found a clam.

“I shucked it open then and there and inside, I saw it. A pearl.” he closed his eyes, remembering how he had almost dropped the treasure in his excitement. 

“Puh.” Telemachus held up the pearl in his grasp.

Odysseus stared at it, unimpressed. It was a perfect sphere with a smooth lustrous surface that shimmered pink in certain angles. This one little ball alone could feed a small family for at least a month.

It was pretty and perfect, just like him.

It was not beautiful.

It was worthless, in his eyes.

“The pearl I gave your mother was different.” he placed his hand over Telemachus’ to hide the accursed gemstone out of sight. “It was beautiful, it was real and it-”

It was imperfect and oblong, coloured a slight bluish grey that reminded him of her keen eyes, the same ones Telemachus has.

Those very eyes stared at him, wide and trusting, as he waited for his father to finish his story.

“It was our love that made it a treasure. Had I given that pearl to anyone other than Penelope, it’d have as much worth as a pebble.” he finished.

Odysseus caressed Telemachus’ face and the boy gladly leaned into the familiar touch.

“I’ll teach you.” Odysseus promised. “How to swim, how to shuck clams, how to find the beauty in things that remind you of loved ones. I’ll show you a real pearl and help you find one yourself.”

“Papa…..” Telemachus yawned. Ah, yes, no matter the tale, storytime always ended in naptime.

Odysseus kissed the crown of his head. “Sweet dreams, my little wolf.” 

Telemachus’ eyes fluttered closed and father and son both released the pearl from their hands.

The little boy dreamed of pearls while his father lied on the kline as if it were a raft desperately trying to keep them both afloat.

BONUS:

Rough full body ref of Odysseus' outfit. I kinda consider it a redesign of my first OoT design since it's more balanced & cohesive.

I also want to give thanks to @dkmbookworm, as my convos with her never fail to give me more inspo for this AU. If you're reading this dkm, I hope you liked this snippet I wrote!

[alyscat]

Homecoming

For my creative writing course, we had to write a letter from the main character of our current project. It was supposed to be directed to the author saying why we should write their story. This is my letter from Penelope!

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I was fifteen when I first met my husband, Odysseus, the King of Ithaca. My cousin Helen had hundreds of potential suitors vying for her hand in marriage, and I was there to support her. The men were crude and unimpressive. She was the most beautiful woman in the world, they only wanted her for one thing. Who would not want that?

Odysseus. That’s who. This is how our story began, with his clever mind twisting the field for his advantage. Ithaca was a small kingdom, he knew that he had no hope of winning Helen, nor did he want to. He had been there out of expectations alone. She was a vapid creature, and he needed someone who could match his wit. That someone was me. By proposing a vow that would swear each of the suitors to fight in defense of whoever Helen’s future husband would be, Odysseus proved himself and won my hand. Within a year, we were wed. Love is not something that many women are fortunate enough to gain. With royal blood in my veins, it was expected that I would marry for political gain and nothing more. If I was lucky, with time, my husband and I would grow to respect one another. My marriage with Odysseus was different, as the gods saw fit to bless me with a love that was true.

We matched each other’s wit and cunning. Our courtship, if one could call it that, was spent with challenges and attempts to surpass each other’s accomplishments. On our wedding day, he showed me the new palace he had built for us. Carved by his own hands, the heart of the palace was a wedding bed formed from the olive tree where we had our first meeting; he told me it was a sign of our undying love for each other. That was the moment I knew I must be favored by Hera, Aphrodite, and Eros, for I had been blessed beyond belief.

However, this is not why I am here today. My wits must be used to persuade you why a woman’s tale should be told. You wish to portray my beloved husband as a creature of darkness, a monster forged by blood, hatred, betrayal and isolation. I am here as his defense. The gods favored us with blessings, fortune, a healthy baby boy, so that we lowered our guard. They then shed their wrath upon us. My husband was tormented. Athena turned her back on him, his crew lost their faith, and immortal deities stole what was meant to be mine. When he returned, he only wanted to keep Telemachus and me safe. Instead, they brought back the ghosts of his past and demanded he continue to fight for his peace.

The monster is not my husband. It is the people who have wronged him and left him to suffer alone. The suitors deserved to perish for their lack of faith, their audacity, and their selfish behavior with our land. If he assumed anyone who showed violence was a threat, who could blame him? He was at war, a man of sorrow. History forgets what happened after he returned home. I will never forget. For all intents and purposes, Odysseus is my husband, and I shall stay by his side until the day I die. That is the story you will write. One of unwavering devotion. One of a man whom the gods pushed past his breaking point, and a woman who loved his shattered pieces.

You will not use my story as a way to demonize a man of such sorrow, for he has suffered more than enough.

Eις το επανιδείν (until we meet again,)

-Penelope of Sparta, daughter of Icarius, wife of Odysseus, Queen of Ithaca.

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Tag list, let me know if you want to be added or removed: @dorcaloveskotlc @apolloinaplaguemask @hatima-cries-epicly

A collage I made for Penelope. The images are not mine!

[antinousletmehit]

˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 33 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

⋆˚࿔ Book 2 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇I fell asleep

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Telemachus sat at the center of the war table, arms crossed, staring at the crude map of the Skiaphos camps they had spread before them. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows over the assembled men. Acrisios leaned back, picking at his nails, while Pisistratus looked like he was already regretting being here. Druses, freshly returned from his concubine escapade, sat with a deep frown, likely still bitter about the whole “damsel” situation.

And then there was Antinous and Eurymachus—who had taken it upon themselves to throw out the worst ideas imaginable. “I’m just saying,” Eurymachus started, gesturing wildly, “we could sneak in by dressing up as warprizes again. It worked once.”

Druses immediately turned his head so fast it nearly snapped. “It did not work.”

Eurymachus waved him off. “You made it in, didn’t you?”

Antinous smirked. “I like where this is going.”

“No.” Telemachus shut it down immediately.

“Alright, fine,” Eurymachus huffed. “New plan: we just set the whole camp on fire. Instant chaos, no more problems.”

Antinous leaned forward. “Or—hear me out—we poison their water supply.”

Acrisios snorted. “With what? You planning on pissing in it?”

Antinous narrowed his eyes. “I mean, if that’ll work—”

“Absolutely not,” Telemachus interrupted, rubbing his temples. “We need a plan that doesn’t involve setting ourselves on fire, dressing as women again, or bodily fluids.”

Druses finally sighed, shaking his head. “We have numbers, but they have a fortress. We need an actual strategy.”

“Okay, okay,” Antinous muttered, leaning back. “What about digging under their walls?”

Everyone stared at him.

“That would take months,” Pisistratus said flatly.

Antinous shrugged. “Not if we work fast.”

Eurymachus clapped his hands together. “We train an army of rats to steal their weapons in the night.”

Acrisios turned to Telemachus, exasperated. “Can I stab him?”

“No.”

Eurymachus scoffed. “Like you have better ideas.”

“I do, actually,” Acrisios said, drumming his fingers on the table. “We send in a group under cover of darkness, take out the sentries, and open the gates for the rest of the army.”

Everyone nodded at that, though Eurymachus pouted. “Fine. But if this fails, we’re going back to my rat army idea.”

Antinous smirked. “And if that fails, we’re digging.” Telemachus exhaled slowly, wondering why he even bothered sometimes.

——

The night was quiet except for the crackling of the fire and the occasional distant hoot of an owl. The crew had settled down after a long day, makeshift beds and blankets scattered across the camp as they lounged in a loose circle. Someone had managed to get their hands on some decent wine, and it had loosened tongues more than usual. Eurymachus leaned back, grinning like an idiot, cup in hand. “I’m telling you, nothing—nothing—compares to a good warprize. The way they cling to you, all grateful and soft, just melts a man.”

Cassander scoffed, nudging him. “You? Acting like you’ve ever had one to cling to? Please. You fumble them worse than you fumble a sword.”

Eurymachus shoved him. “Oh, screw off, I got the last one, didn’t I?”

Druses snorted, swirling his cup idly. “You had one until I took her away. Honestly, you two don’t know what you’re doing with women.”

Cassander and Eurymachus turned to him, unimpressed. “Oh? And what do you know?” Cassander challenged.

Druses leaned back with a lazy smirk. “Unlike you fools, I don’t waste time on women who can think for themselves. I prefer the weaker ones. The ones who need a man to survive, who latch onto you because they have no other choice.” He exhaled wistfully. “A woman who looks at you like you’re the only thing keeping her alive? That’s the dream.”

There was a pause. Pisistratus, who had been sitting in absolute silence this whole time, finally muttered, “That’s actually the creepiest thing I’ve ever heard.” Eurymachus choked on his drink laughing, while Cassander howled, slapping his knee. Druses rolled his eyes. “You all have no taste.”

On the other side of the fire, Telemachus and Acrisios were in their own conversation, far removed from the absolute nonsense happening on the other side. “I miss her,” Acrisios admitted, staring into the flames. “Lethea. She’s probably cursing me out for being gone this long.”

Telemachus smirked slightly. “If she wasn’t cursing you out, I’d be worried.”

Acrisios chuckled. “True.” He took a sip of his drink before glancing at Telemachus. “What about you? Thinking about her?”

Telemachus exhaled through his nose, gripping his cup a little tighter. “Of course I am.” His gaze darkened. “I keep wondering what he’s doing to her. What he’s done to her. I know she’s alive, but—” He stopped himself, jaw clenched.

Acrisios nodded, understanding. “We’ll get her back.”

Meanwhile, Pisistratus just sat there, watching the chaos unfold around him. Cassander and Eurymachus were still arguing about who was worse at handling women, Druses was now aggressively defending his questionable taste, and Telemachus looked like he was five seconds away from throwing his drink into the fire. Pisistratus sighed, rubbing his temples. “Why do I put up with you people?”

The fire crackled softly as the men continued their banter, their makeshift sleepover turning into an endless string of ridiculous conversations. Eurymachus, already a little too tipsy for his own good, leaned over toward Antinous with a lazy smirk. “You know,” he drawled, swirling the last bit of his drink. “For all your talk about getting your sister back, you sure do spend a lot of time buried in a woman’s—”

Before he could finish, Antinous smacked him upside the head so hard that Eurymachus almost dropped his cup. “Ow! Damn it!” Eurymachus clutched his head, glaring. “Was that really necessary?”

Antinous huffed, unimpressed. “If you’re going to run your mouth, at least try not to sound like an idiot while you do it.”

Cassander, watching from the sidelines, laughed. “You do sleep around a lot, though.”

Antinous shot him a glare. “And?”

Cassander lifted his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, no judgment! Just saying, if we didn’t know better, we’d think you weren’t in a hurry to get your sister back.” Antinous’ jaw tensed, his expression darkening. The playful air of the conversation shifted for a moment, tension creeping in. But instead of snapping, he exhaled sharply and leaned back against a log.

“Shut up before I make you regret it,” he muttered.

Eurymachus, still rubbing his sore head, snickered. “Yeah, yeah. We all know you’re just pissed because I might have a point.” Antinous didn’t even look at him this time—he just threw another quick slap to the back of Eurymachus’ head, making Cassander laugh even harder.

—-

The chaos of the makeshift sleepover carried on inside the camp, but Antinous had long since slipped away. The boisterous laughter, the crude jokes, the teasing—it all blurred into meaningless noise. He couldn’t sit there anymore. Not when his mind was elsewhere. Now, he sat alone outside the camp, staring up at the vast, open sky. The firelight behind him flickered against the trees, but beyond that was only darkness. Silence. It was better this way.

He leaned his elbows on his knees, running a hand down his face with a tired sigh.

His sister.

How many nights had she spent curled up beside him as a child, afraid of the storms? How many times had he shielded her from their mother’s sharp tongue, from their father’s expectations? He could still remember her little hands clinging to his tunic, her wide eyes looking up at him with unshakable trust.

“You’ll always protect me, right?” she had asked once, no older than five.

And he had promised her. Without hesitation.

But where was that promise now?

Antinous clenched his jaw, gripping his own wrist as though holding himself together. She’s still out there. In the hands of that bastard. Carving his name into her skin. Twisting her life into something unrecognizable. He hated himself for it. For every day that passed. For every moment she spent in that place while he sat here, drinking and brawling and waiting.

How long until there’s nothing left of her to save?

His grip tightened until his knuckles turned white. He thought of her laugh—how she used to light up when she teased him, how she’d pester him about girls and sparring and things that didn’t matter but somehow always did. He thought of the way she’d pout when he ruffled her hair, the way she always tried to be stronger than she was. He thought of what Raphael might be doing to her now.

Antinous exhaled sharply through his nose, shoving his hands into his hair. He didn’t care if they were outnumbered. Didn’t care about strategy, or waiting for the perfect moment. She needed him. He swallowed down the bitter taste in his mouth. He had to do something. And soon.

Antinous swung his sword with relentless precision, each strike against the training dummy landing with enough force to shake the wooden post. The rhythmic thud, thud, thud of his blows was the only sound in the cool night air, aside from the occasional crackle of the campfire in the distance. Sweat clung to his skin, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. If he stopped, he’d start thinking again.

A dry yawn interrupted his focus.

“Gods, you’re gonna break that thing before morning,” Eurymachus muttered as he stepped out of the tents, rubbing his eyes. He squinted at Antinous, watching him go at it like a man possessed. “It piss you off or something?” Antinous didn’t answer right away, opting instead to swing again, the impact rattling up his arm. But Eurymachus wasn’t one to let silence hang.

“You’ve been at this for hours,” he continued, stretching lazily. “What’s wrong? You’re usually only this pissed off after I steal your rations.” Antinous let out a sharp exhale and finally stopped, resting his sword against his shoulder. He glanced at Eurymachus, who—despite his usual smug expression—actually seemed genuinely curious for once. Maybe even concerned.

“…It’s my sister,” he admitted gruffly, rolling out his shoulders. “I can’t stop thinking about her.”

Eurymachus blinked, caught a little off guard. “Y/n?” Antinous clenched his jaw and gave a curt nod. Eurymachus ran a hand through his hair, suddenly more awake. “Yeah… I guess it makes sense. She’s still stuck with that bastard, huh?”

Antinous swallowed hard. He didn’t trust himself to speak for a moment, not with the anger simmering in his chest. Instead, he turned back to the dummy and drove his sword into it so hard the wood splintered. “I should’ve done something sooner,” he muttered. “I should’ve—”

“You are doing something,” Eurymachus cut in, crossing his arms. “You think you’re the only one who wants to get her out? We all do. But charging in blind is just gonna get us killed, and then she really will be stuck with him forever.” Antinous knew he was right. It didn’t make it any easier to stomach.

Eurymachus sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. ���Look, I get it. If it were my sister, I’d be going crazy too.” His voice softened just slightly. “But you gotta hold it together, man. For her. For all of us.” Antinous exhaled sharply and closed his eyes for a moment. He hated feeling helpless. But he had to be patient. Just a little longer.

“…Yeah,” he muttered. “I know.”

Eurymachus clapped a hand on his shoulder, squeezing briefly before smirking. “Good. Now, I’m going back to bed before I actually start sounding sentimental. You should get some rest too—maybe then you won’t be so ugly in the morning.”

Antinous scoffed and shoved him away, but there was no real heat behind it. As Eurymachus walked off, Antinous turned back to the dummy. He wasn’t done training yet. He still had too much fire in his blood. Too much guilt.

But at least, for a moment, he didn’t feel completely alone in it.

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[gareleia]

THE KNITTING SAGA CONTINUES

update: my co-writer friend FINALLY got a tumblr account, so I can tag them now!!

previously: part 1

next: part 3 part 4 part 5

a continuation because I have no impulse control and am in dire need of more Aeolus content

first of all, let's establish one thing - and I think we can all agree on that - Aeolus loves to fuck with people. they are a benevolent(-ish?) trickster deity, and they revel in harmless pranks

as a consequence, they are on pretty good terms with Hermes. while Hermes doesn't care much for the 'small fry' and doesn't pay that much attention to the wind god most of the time, Aeolus has their winions follow the messenger god religiously (pun intended), because? where Hermes goes, shenanigans always follow.

so when they get the tea that he's apparently hanging out on that one random Greek island, playing nanny? oh, they know it's gotta be good. so naturally, they go to check it out.

well, turns out that Athena is also there, and both of them are sooo bad with babies, it's hilarious

Athena, holding baby!Telemachus: Ehhh, shouldn't it be eating more meat? it's body is so weak, it can't even hold a spear! Hermes, exasperated: oh my me, 'thena, that's not how humans work!! babies eat liquids first!! how can you not know that!! here you go, champ, drink some wine!! Aeolus, hiding in the leaves: holy shit these guys are dumb

so now they can't just leave Telemachus alone with Athena and Hermes! they might not be an expert on child rearing, but surely they can do better than those two dorks! and the baby is adorable.

so they decide to stick around. just for a little bit. a week tops.

fast forward a few years, and they have been raising the prince of Ithaca

Aeolus: *shocked pikachu face*

and Aeolus is the much needed chaotic good influence to Hermes' chaotic neutral and Athena's lawful neutral.

the thing is, Aeolus is really good at hiding. so good, in fact, that no one but Telemachus had even realized they are here. everyone else just thinks that the prince has an invisible friend which, well… they're not wrong?.. and it's not like other kids are exactly lining up to be his friends anyway, cause everyone thinks he's weird (or their parents don't want to catch the attention of the suitors)

and the gods think that it's because they hang around too much and Telemachus can't make friends because of them. so maybe they try to spend less time in Ithaca, for his own good. which only makes things worse, because now the boy is upset, and Aeolus and winions have to try extra hard to cheer him up, which pisses them off.

Athena & Hermes: oh, goodness us, we shall try not to interfere too much with the mortal affairs, so that the young prince grows up healthy and happy ¯_(ツ)_/¯ Telemachus: (T⌓T) Aeolus: ヾ( ･`⌓´･)ﾉﾞ

and then they have to subtle bully the two dumb fucks to come back.

on a less serious note, Aeolus also has a sweet tooth, especially for marshmallows (idgaf there weren't any marshmallows in Mycenaean Greece, they're a god. they can make all the damn marshmallows they want)

and of course, since they are sooo generous, they always share with Telemachus.

what they don't know(?) is that winions, who all get their own treats, also collectively share them with the baby, because they are secretly evil adorable little freaks.

which results in a very hyper prince sugar rushing seemingly out of nowhere.

Telemachus, running all around the palace and crackling madly: I AM SPEED- Penelope, unimpressed: and who, pray tell, had given my son sweets right before dinner? Athena, equally unimpressed: yes, I would also like to know. Hermes, sweating nervously: heyyyy, why are you all looking at me like that???? ( ಠ‿ಠ ) Aeolus, from behind a tree, unseen by anyone: (｡•̀U-)┘

Hermes always gets blamed.

It's the only time he doesn't do the thing

and he's seething, because nobody believes him.

[phantombluego]

When you reply its my sign to write more 🫡

I have been falling into the Telemachus and the many men he gets shipped with rabbit hole. Especially Neo and Peisistratus so if you dont mind and lile the ships ill be adding them next time just friendship for now (ofc the siblings alwahs get priority)

[Modern au]

Telemachus would be the kid to teach himself new languages and show it off to Amphinomus and try to teach him and also so he could shit talk people (the suitors in this universe). Telemachus would be that guy and you cant convince me otherwise.

[Normal?? Idk what tk call it but back in acient greece]

I hc that Telemachus learned to weave from Penelope and would show it to Amphi when he was a kid even if they werent good. When he gets older he would sometimes weave his own clothes but not tell anyone but Amphi would recongize it sometimes by some faults in the pattern he knew Tele made whej he was a kid but still be proud of how far he got.

[Angst]

Telemachus would get jealous of Amphi for being able to leave and travel while he was stuck in Ithica and would sometimes hide the entire time Amphinomus was there especially after hearing tales of sailors or after the war when Diomedes or others came to visit to meet with Ody (who isnt there obvi) and talk about the war times and stuff

[Meeting a friend]

All the suitors were on edge that day and Amphi was curious why and went to ask why only to get ignored and tjen at dinner he saw a kid a little older than Tele (Neo) sitting next to him with Tele talking a lot and Neo sending death glares to all the suitors. Smirking a bit knowing the suitor feared him as the son of Achilles. Amphinomus learned why the suitors feared him later when he tried talking to Penelope and Telemachus with Neo standing behind Telemachus looking at him murderous intent but would relaxed and normal when Telemachus looked at him. Just kinda like a guard dog this was also me mostly rambling again

[Modern au]

Telemachus went on a school trip but when he came back he was unimpressed and when Amphinomus asked why he said they went to a zoo and one kid kept asking what animal they were looking at even if the little info thingie was right there but he wasnt allowed to be rude by the teacher. Amphinomus was very mucj amused picturing a Tele who was like 😐😒 the whole time but did feel a little bad for him

Gods I’ve left you for over a week my bad I’ll try reply faster 🙏 forever feed me the HCs heheh. Also ship stuff is completely fine!! I’m also deep in that rabbit hole of shipping Tel with everyone, it’s just fun lol, maybe too many though it’s a terrible habit (5 and counting…)

Omgs I totally see Tele doing that, he’d so be a nerd about it and learn fictional languages though, just to confuse them more. And to put both modern AUs together, Tele at the zoo getting annoyed at other kids is such a funny image, I absolutely love him (I’d totally be like that too). Amphi having to deal with the stories is also great, poor guy gets constantly vented to

Tele weaving is adorable Omgs, him doing it to be with his mother. My heart man. Then Amphis support through everything and being proud? He’s such an older brother man I love them

Poor Tels jealousy just let them journey together fr, I trust Tel in Amphis care 😭

Oh my gods guard dog Neo is amazing, I did a small one shot about that once lol. Telemachus getting a confidence boost with having Neo next to him, since the suitors don’t even dare look their way due to Neo’s aggression (minus Antinous I’d say, who’d challenge it a few times). Honestly love them all, Amphinomus not being scared of Neo too, perfect LMAO