#this story was told in the odyssey

[be-it-so]

I like to think that during that scene, when achaeans were sitting in the wooden horse and Helen would speak their wives' voices to make them reveal themselves, Helen called for Odysseus as Penelope first, so that he wouldn't have time to realize what is happening, and called for Menelaus as herself last, so that he would have plenty of it to realize exactly what is happening

[littler3d]

You know, when the prophecy was being told to Odysseus in “No Longer You”, I thought it would be over the course of the rest of the musical.

Not a sucker punch to the gut in the next saga 😭

[youjustwaitsunshine]

i love you historical epics with prefaces and footnotes i love you bilingual historical epics with side by side verses i love you historical context i love you endless appendices i love you explanation for the historical text that makes up half the book

[oediex]

When I finished Assassin's Creed: Odyssey, I realised it was my 22nd platinum trophy. I had planned on finally earning the platinum trophy for Dragon Age: Inquisition this summer. But wouldn't it be nice, I thought, if it was the 25th?

In 2018, my friend sold me his PS4 after upgrading to a Pro himself. He knew I was interested in gaming and so I didn't have to think twice. He sold it to me for £80 and threw in Dragon Age: Inquisition for good measure. So I'd have something to play. My very first Playstation trophy was The Wrath of Heaven - by finishing the prologue of the game.

For a couple of years now, I've had only one trophy left to earn - beat the game on Nightmare difficulty. I've been postponing it, not for fear of failing at it, but for fear of the finality it seems to imply. I will, of course, still be able to play the game, but I won't be able to earn any trophies for it any more. A sad thought.

[atlantic-riona]

big fan of things ending. for good, even.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I adore hanging out with my little cousins no matter what we do (I spent a lot of time with the two youngest ones these past two weekends, and we played a lot of Pokerogue and Slay the Princess and I showed them some cool movies) but I especially love telling them stories because they're always so attentive and ask the best questions. 🥺💕

(There is also nothing more flattering than a tech-obsessed child with attention problems turning off their favorite YouTuber's video so they can sit down and listen to you tell a story. 🥹)

[vyunok-obyknovenniy]

It would align with the Odyssey too!

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- Book 10 'The Bewitching Queen of Aeaea, Robert Fagles' translation

If I ever do a There Are Other Ways animatic I will make Odysseus shed tears when he begs Circe for mercy. I see him being genuine. He feels helpless and afraid that Circe won't hear him out and wants to continue.

[yujateaandpi]

Gravity Falls Thirty More Years AU and Art Masterlist

Here's all the pages of the comic in order plus some of the other GF stuff I've made. I'll keep updating this list to make it easy on y'all.

Edit: I have a new tagging system! All asks will be tagged #thirtymoreyearsau without spaces, and all comics and fic updates will be tagged #thirty more years au with spaces. If you want the whole story together, then you can filter using this tag on my account! Filtered link here.

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Thirty More Years AU Comic:

Page 1

Pages 2 and 3

Page 4

Page 5

Page 6

Page 7

Pages 8 and 9

Page 10

Pages 11 and 12

Pages 13 and 14

Prequel Multiverse Mini Comic

Epistolary Prequel Companion/ Dipper's Diary Entries:

"Dear Mabel, I Miss You"

Answers to Common Questions:

What is the Thirty Years AU?

A Gravity Falls fan story and comic about what would happen if Mabel and Ford both fall into a leftover multiverse rift at the end of summer. They experience a week of silly adventures but return to a world where 30 years have passed and Dipper + co have aged without them. Told as both a comic and a companion fic.

2. How old are the characters?

Answer

3. When does the story take place relative to the show?

Answer

4. Where's Bill?

Answer

5. Where else can I read the comic? Will you distribute it on a site?

Releasing it on my Instagram (but Tumblr gets the pages earlier cause y'all are special). As for releasing it on a site, answer here.

6. How many pages/ how long will the comic approximately be?

Subject to change, but here's my answer for now.

7. How often will you post/ when will you post again?

Here's my answer for now, but if there's delays between posts please don't spam me with questions on when I'll post again. The updates will come when they come and I'm trying to keep this flexible.

8. Is this Drifting Stars AU/ Other Similar AU?

Answer

9. Someone's reposting on TikTok/ Other social media! Are you okay with this?

No, and please report them if you can. Answer here.

11. Will you tag me/ make a tag list?

Answer

12. Why haven't you answered my question?

Answer

13. What art program/ brushes do you use?

Answer

Other Fanart

Twin Glare^2

Kitten Sweater

Pines Pines Pines

Happy Birthday Twins

Gravity Falls The Odyssey AU

Sona Shenanigans

Fiddleford to the rescue

mystery trio eizouken

twins in time mini comic

F-fiddlestan…🥺

Stan Pines Mini Character Analysis Essays

Apparently I do this a lot, so collecting them in one place:

Poll thots

Rough and tumble little Stanley

Stan Appreciation

that magic 8 ball man…

off topic Billford thots

off topic Fiddleford thots

off topic Fiddlestan thots

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

Hey so like many of you, I saw that article about how people are going into college having read no classic books. And believe it or not, I've been pissed about this for years. Like the article revealed, a good chunk of American Schools don't require students to actually read books, rather they just give them an excerpt and tell them how to feel about it. Which is bullshit.

So like. As a positivity post, let's use this time to recommend actually good classic books that you've actually enjoyed reading! I know that Dracula Daily and Epic the Musical have wonderfully tricked y'all into reading Dracula and The Odyssey, and I've seen a resurgence of Picture of Dorian Gray readership out of spite for N-tflix, so let's keep the ball rolling!

My absolute favorite books of all time are The Haunting of Hill House and We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson. Classic psychological horror books about unhinged women.

I adore The Bad Seed by William March. It's widely considered to be the first "creepy child" book in American literature, so reading it now you're like "wow that's kinda cliche- oh my god this is what started it. This was ground zero."

I remember the feelings of validation I got when people realized Dracula wasn't actually a love story. For further feelings of validation, please read Frankenstein by Mary Shelley and The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson. There's a lot the more popular adaptations missed out on.

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier is an absolute gem of a book. It's a slow-build psychological study so it may not be for everyone, but damn do the plot twists hit. It's a really good book to go into blind, but I will say that its handling of abuse victims is actually insanely good for the time period it was written in.

Moving on from horror, you know people who say "I loved this book so much I couldn't put it down"? That was me as a kid reading A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett. Picked it up while bored at the library and was glued to it until I finished it.

Peter Pan and Wendy by JM Barrie was also a childhood favorite of mine. Next time someone bitches about Woke Casting, tell them that the original 1911 Peter Pan novel had canon nonbinary fairies.

Watership Down by Richard Adams is my sister Cori's favorite book period. If you were a Warrior Cats, Guardians of Ga'Hoole or Wings of Fire kid, you owe a metric fuckton to Watership Down and its "little animals on a big adventure" setup.

A Raisin in the Sun by Lorraine Hansberry was a play and not a book first, but damn if it isn't a good fucking read. It was also named after a Langston Hughes poem, who's also an absolutely incredible author.

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury is a book I absolutely adore and will defend until the day I die. It's so friggin good, y'all, I love it more than anything. You like people breaking out of fascist brainwashing? You like reading and value knowledge? You wanna see a guy basically predict the future of television back in 1953? Read Fahrenheit.

Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain and To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee are considered required reading for a reason: they're both really good books about young white children unlearning the racial biases of their time. Huck Finn specifically has the main character being told that he will go to hell if he frees a slave, and deciding eternal damnation would be worth it.

As a sidenote, another Mark Twain book I was obsessed with as a kid was A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court. Exactly what it says on the tin, incredibly insane read.

If Beale Street Could Talk by James Baldwin is a heartbreaking but powerful book and a look at the racism of the time while still centering the love the two black protagonists feel for each other. Giovanni's Room by the same author is one that focuses on a MLM man struggling with his sexuality, and it's really important to see from the perspective of a queer man living in the 50s– as well as Baldwin's autobiographical novel, Go Tell it on the Mountain.

Agatha Christie mysteries are all still absolutely iconic, but Murder on the Orient Express is such a good read whether or not you know the end twist.

Maybe-controversial-maybe-not take: Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov is a good book if you have reading comprehension. No, you're not supposed to like the main character. He pretty much spells that out for you at the end ffs.

Animal Farm by George Orwell was another favorite of mine; it was written as an obvious metaphor for the rise of fascism in Russia at the time and boy does it hit even now.

And finally, please read Shakespeare plays. As soon as you get used to their way of talking, they're not as hard to understand as people will lead you to believe. My absolute favorite is Twelfth Night- crossdressing, bisexual love triangles, yellow stockings... it's all a joy.

and those are just the ones i thought of off the top of my head! What're your guys' favorite classic books? Let's make everyone a reading list!

[heytherecentaurs]

Remember when Brennen’s mom Elaine Lee, renowned writer of A Starstruck Odyssey, told the story about him getting frustrated about getting a question wrong in the back of a book and she said it wasn’t a test and baby Brennan said something to the effect of “but I want it to be”

The Last Stand makes so much sense through that lens

[major-knighton]

@emma-d-klutz asked for an update, so I will inform you my dad absolutely loved his new mug and has been showing it off to all his colleagues

Hi, I'm sorry if this is annoying but would it be possible to ask Blue how one says "I love you father" in ancient Greek? I can't access my own father's dictionaries bc it would draw his attention and ruin the surprise

No problem!

"Πάτερ, σε φιλώ" or "Σε φιλώ πάτερ"

[eeriefeelingsat3amuwu]

hdhahdhajfbajdnaudb Okay having Thoughts™️ about some of these ‘Odysseus raises Astyanax’ fics. Because. Because if we’re talking about the full odyssey experience. If Astyanax were to survive. He would have spent 11 years of his life growing up with Odysseus as his father. Now, to the main area of thought - Telemachus. Imagine. Imagine being a child, hearing of your father only in stories. From your mother, the servants, your grandparents. Seeing your grandmother succumb to her grief, seeing your mother grow sadder by the day, more sullen, seeing your grandfather withdraw into himself, all because of your father.

The man you are told you look like, the man who left for war, six, eight, eleven, fifteen, TWENTY years ago, left your home in disrepair, left your mother and you to deal with suitors disrespecting your house and name, the man who you are so angry at, yet Also worship as a god, because you don’t have a CHOICE. You can’t love him, you don’t KNOW him, but you love him in the way you love your gods - distant, unknowable, unreachable, and yet you have his face, your mother sometimes gates at you with these sad, sad eyes and you know she’s not really seeing you when she tells you she loves you.

You know he is a man, logically, how could he not be when your mother still remembers every calous on his hands and your grandfather tells you of how he almost set his room on fire one day, but he is only a legend to you. You hear other Kings, Kings from the same war your father left for (they came back, they are already back and he is still gone) discussing him, you hear how he helped end the war with your and your mother’s name on his lips and YET! He’s not here, he’s not here but he can’t be dead, because everyone agrees that he is too stubborn to die.

And then. He is back. And he has a boy with him. A boy who is younger than you, still just a child. And he regards the boy as his own, introduces him to you as ‘your brother’. He hasn’t dishonoured your mother, he took the child from the burning city of Troy because he is merciful and kind and you see it in the way the boy hugs him and calls him papa. And you should be happy, your father is back, you have a sibling now, your mother finally smiles properly again, your grandfather no longer cries when he sees you.

But. This boy. The boy your father brought from Troy. He got all that you have ever wanted: he got your father, from the moment he was Born he got your father, he was there for his first steps, his first words, he taught him how to sail, fight, read, count, he has been there with him through it all and you have never wanted anything more. ‘This child is not his son’ says that hateful, angry voice in your head.

You spend time with your father. He weeps, hugs you. Tells you he’s proud of the man you are now. Teaches you how to rule, it is your birthright, he says. He goes hunting with you and tells you he loves you and that the thought of you and your mother got him through many a peril. You spend time with your brother, you make him laugh, he loves you, clings to you just as much as he clings to your father, you teach him more about Ithaca, the way it is now, because he’s only heard stories. And still, in the back of your mind, you know you hate the child. You despise him with every fiber of your heart even if your mind knows he is not to blame - and that he has dealt with the same thing, just opposite to you.

Whereas you had a home, your mother and the rest of your family, but yearned for more than just the memory of your father, wanted for freedom, the boy had him, in the flesh, soothing his nightmares and teaching him to live, had the open sea and the deck of a ship, the capability to go anywhere, he lacked the stability that you had and despised. He didn’t know his grandfathers, would never get to know his grandmother, only had a memory of a mother and a brother, saw them as saints, as a reason to keep pushing forth.

You are opossites. You don’t know how it happened, as the child is not hers, but your brother looks like your mother where you are clearly your father’s son, yet your personalities seem to have been switched. You’re calmer, much more subdued, you don’t smile easily and are weaker of will. Your brother is loud and boisterous, quick to crack a grin and so, so Brave.

You still get the compulsion to bow to your father whenever he enters a room, to touch him to make sure he is real, at times. He sometimes wakes screaming, seeing horrors that you could not imagine in his sleep and doesn’t feel comfortable in a proper bed for years. He sets the curtains on fire and your father laughs in relief and he holds him to his chest. Your own chest cleaves in two.

Just. Is this anything?

[desos-records]

The EPIC Circe Saga making Odysseus' love for Penelope what ultimately saves him from Circe just healed a massive hole in my heart.

Because YES the Odyssey like all of Ancient Greek Mythology has a misogynist streak a mile wide, but that primarily comes down to the written text, preserved by Athens--no one hates women more than Athens--and translated into English for centuries by sexist men who wanted to see a powerful woman tamed by a man.

But the Odyssey and the Iliad come from ancient oral tradition. They were told and retold and everyone, EVERYONE, got a say in how to interpret them. Why can't we?

Why can't the story be: Odysseus' love for his wife and his family is what saves him. Hermes tells him the only way to protect himself from Circe is to seduce her. Agamemnon, who lied and betrayed his wife, warns him that trusting women will get him killed. But Odysseus doesn't listen. Instead, he passes Circe's test of character where others failed. He trusts Penelope and does right by her and she does the same for him. The secret of their marriage bed serves as a symbol of loyalty and commitment upheld by them both, not just Penelope.

Why can't it be that? Greek Myth is already brutal, why do we have to willfully make it more so?

[1800-lemon-boy]

Ok so, I’ve talked about names having meaning in the pjo universe but rn I’m gonna focus on Nico Di Angelo.

Background context first

We all know that Percy got his name from Perseus, a Greek hero with a happy ending.

We also see how characters with other mythological names share the same fates (even minor characters like Castor and Pollux)

Percy spends the first five books reliving other Greek myths, (the first one I always think about is The Sea of monsters -> The odyssey) he’s retelling stories that have already happened before.

In a weird way he’s kinda proving Luke right- (that’s a rant for another day)

My actual point

What about Nico?

Nicos character signifies change, we are told this in tsats.

There is no Nico in Greek mythology. There is no Niccolò in Greek mythology.

The name Niccolò actually means “victor of people” or “people’s champion”.

Nico is in charge of his own story, unlike many of his camp mates, he’s not doomed by the narrative.

It’s his own story for the making.

A story nobody has told yet.

While we can guess what happens to others characters due to their namesake, with Nico we will never know.

All we know is that he will be different from the rest, he gets to write and tell his own story.

Nobody else’s.

Just Nicos.

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[dootznbootz]

He still has love in him. He's so so different but he's still himself at his core. Telemachus has only heard stories and so this is the only father he'll ever know. But Penelope knew him before and after. SHE knows him as a whole.

Her husband came back as the "Sacker of Troy". Her husband came back older, rougher, angrier, and traumatized.

But she knows him as a trickster. He tried (note: tried. You cannot tell me she didn't know it was him.) and made up stories of a beggar.

She knows him as the warrior. The man who kills 108 men to return peace to their home.

She knew him as the man who loved their son dearly. So dearly that the reason why he exposed his sanity is to protect him. This stranger dotes on her son and her son is clearly very attached to him.

But is he Her Joy? Is this the man who saw the most beautiful woman in the world and still chose her? Is this the same man who did everything in his power to stay home, only for him to be exposed because of the love of his son? Is this still the man who prides himself on his marriage bed? One he made himself. One that has roots so deep. One that is alive. A marriage that is the same way.

She sees Her Joy as soon as he weeps. :')

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BRING UP THESEUS' SHIP IN CONTEXT OF ODYSSEUS CHANGING ABDJHRJWHSBSJS

IT'S BRILLIANT BUT O W

HOW OFTEN CAN A MAN BE CHANGED BEFORE HE BECOMES UNRECOGNISABLE? WHAT PART NEEDS TO REMAIN TO POINT AT HIM AND SAY "THAT IS STILL HIM"

WILL HE EVER BE THE SAME STATE AGAIN? OR WILL HE CONTINUE TO BE CHANGED UNTIL NOT EVEN A NAIL OF HIS PERSONALITY WOULD ALIGN WITH WHAT IS WRITTEN ON HIS GRAVE

WHEN CAN YOU SAY HE HAS REACHED THE POINT OF NO RETURN? WAS IT WHEN HE LEFT FROM CALYPSO? OR WAS IT EARLY, WHEN HE LEFT CIRCE? OR PERHAPS WHEN HE LEFT HIS WIFE BEHIND?

[disgustingtwitches]

"All the things I deserve for being such a good girl"

Simon and your infatuation with getting him shirtless. All the time.

Shakira, the woman she is, has blessed me with an idea of Simon and you, always desperate for each other. What's new, honestly?

Simon and you, always pining for each other. Even if you're in the same room across from each other at a party. Always thinking of what he looked like under his hoodie and long sleeves. Lord, you loved stories ever since you were a girl, and by God was his body an odyssey. You'd trace over every line on his tattoos, every silver line that was terrible wound once. It would take forever, but you had the time and so did he.

As soon as he'd get home, you'd run into his arms, taking in his scent. Nuzzling yourself into his neck and arms, as if you were trying to merge yourself into him. You'd tug at the hem of whatever he was wearing, always something that would cover his war torn body.

At first, he refused to take off his shirt. Only after a few months of seeing each other exclusively, did he wear an undershirt around his place. You tried not to widen your eyes, tried not to react. But he saw right through you. You weren't shocked really, just excited. Sure he was a little worse for wear, but wow did this feel more intimate than when you first had sex.

He thought it was weird how infatuated you were with his skin at first. You told him you just wanted to get closer. "Wanna see what belongs to me". He raised an eyebrow but smiled at the words internally.

You'd be lying on the couch, head on his chest as he watched something you weren't interested in. He knew you didn't care, he wanted all of your attention. You'd count, count, and count. Count how many skulls he had in his tattoos, how many dark scars ran up and down a certain body part, then you'd count the light ones. Always losing count. Always too many to keep track of.

Then it was his turn. He'd sit you on his lap and count. Count every beauty mark, freckle, part he found particularly beautiful (which was everywhere). And he never lost count. Ever. He'd kiss you all over. Mine, mine, mine. He'd say to himself as he planted his lips on your body.

You'd ignore his burn marks. Those were too painful to be reminded of, no matter how many times he told you he doesn't give a shit. You wanted to be gentle with him. Something he hadn't experienced before. It was an odd feeling really. It made his heart ache in a certain way. As if he was getting something he didn't deserve.