Y'all Are In For A Fun Ride. The Speakers Are Gonna Blast So Hard The Entire Car Will Shake - I Have

Y'all are in for a fun ride. The speakers are gonna blast so hard the entire car will shake - I have a Selection. Also some french bangers

THE CAR IS NOT THE ONLY THING TREMBLING!

We would look like a rave , edm, musical party on saturday's midnight!, hahahahaha

We'll exit the car deaf but it would have been WORTH IT! >:D

@katerinaaqu Hi! do you remember?....I´m not a native either, right? hehe. The idea is that he´s talking with Penelope as she is deeply afraid of what the heck happened the night before and wants to know what he thought happened.

It´s a monologue / recounting of everything that happened through Odysseus mind, the erratic and the rapid succession of things is to copy what happens in an anxious person or a deeply traumatised person and how thoughts stack one upon the next as they relived there trauma.

The recounting starts in Ogygia, first ´cause Odysseus hasn´t told anything to Penelope yet, she is overly happy that Odysseus is home at last and he doesn´t want to spoil the day. So when they go to bed Odysseus enters vegetal mode and Penelope rushes to help him. (why he goes still is cause he was always under Calypso´s spell all those years in Ogygia and he lost control of his body, so every night to not lose more life, he fully gave his body. As such when he is not there, he externalises his cry for help for the first time:

-BUT GODDESS PLEASE, OH GRACIOUS NYMPH, PLEASE NO MORE, PENELOPE MY JOY, I CAN´T I JUST CAN´T!!!!! FORGIVE ME DEAR, FORGIVE MY JOY!!!!!!

When after the trauma has vanished, he says: you were afraid not of me but of him. Him is the charmed Odysseus, the one that every night gave his body but not mind to Calypso.

So now we have to Odysseus: normal and traumatised.

simply love the implications that Calypso was under his skin and even put some spell on him or something and boy poor guy needed some days to recover from that I imagine man!

So great dear and it was really interesting how I was also considering writing something and then I saw this fic! Very good my friend

She was so embedded in his skin, that after snapping back to reality for a moment, she appeared again in his thoughts. Also as a way to add more drama, Penelope instinctively followed Calypso´s ritual; a stroke in Odysseus pectoral hair making a curl, a finger drawn in his torso as a half moon and a kiss in the forehead. (Calypso knew the ritual as him told her, (no free will Odysseus) as she asked what was his pleasure, while Odysseus was out). ( Odysseus has not developed Dissociative identity disorder or DID, Him is not a person, Him is Odysseus body´s reaction to a traumatic habit that is only activated while with the ritual).

And don´t worry Odysseus is going to heal, (he is going to be scarred for life though) I still have wholesome plans for my little soggy boi. >:D.

Also I thing a posted in my discord; the plant language.

Calypso is referred with vines while Penelope is associated vaguely with flowering twigs, one is manipulation the other is not, a twig doesn´t snare it´s host.

Calypso´s vines are only used in her cave. Her cave has a hole in the middle above her bed, and every night she conjures up her vines:

these vines while growing petrified there stems, so as the sky becomes smaller and surrounded by flowers, the steams become the lines of the cave´s stones, closing his only view of liberty, but it closes right in front of him (also a metaphor for his imprisonment in the island, there´s no exit here)

The butterflies represents his hope and Penelope, but as I said, the flowers consume the hole, and the butterflies can´t be seen again for all the night.

Thanks so much!!! It really means to me a lot, that you liked it!!! 🌊🤍

The first night

Odysseus retelling of his first night in Ithaca, (part 1)

In the first night she asked with the warmest voice 

- Let me love be your soul, let my voice be your voice, let us be together in bliss.

I tried to punch, to escape, but She…

took my fist and twirled below it, her eyes ignited, her face became a flame, and before knowing, vines. Warm and soft vines blossomed around me, i tried to fight but with a movement of wrist my legs... they became limp.

I fell on the warm scented bed while as the gracious nymph that she was, twirled her warm fingers to my chin as she kissed my head. In a moment my moist eyes, where dried, my hands embracing her, my lisps, ready, while I was drowning away in my own tears; then she said: 

-Let your tears be swept away by my embrace, let your cries become laughs and strength, let your shouts become a kiss and your fists a hug. Let me be your home my dear and no one separates us no more.

My hands encircled her skin, her dewy warm embrace, her blazing embrace, while I was drowning away. A voice that wasn't mine, not from the my heart but the throat, came : 

-I love you, love.

And then black it was and for 7 years the norm it became.

But last night, HORRIBLE NIGHT, I dreaded it as I saw our bed, our olive bed.

- I despise you stars, I despise you moon as the flowers that enveloped me before, cowards!, witnesses of my pain, your dim light never forgets, my cries and hopes for the rosy dawn again, why do you want me to stay in hell?, I thought.

But something was odd, the cold, the breeze among the olives twigs, the scent of rain…, the coarse linen, the translucent veil… but SHE WAS THERE

I only saw her face on you my joy , as you tended me on our bed, your rosy fingers in my chest, the chest…, how you stroke my skin in that way, how you played with my hair…and then:

-My love.

My body became still, my gaze disturbed, the room, the twigs, it was again stone, the warmth, the flush, the vines, the smile, the pain...

Her face

-You´re with me dear, there´s nothing to fear.

The touch, the kiss, the strokes, the forehead, the hands, the talk that wasn´t my own, it was all again, the same…

But, no. I felt water on my eyes, my beard, my mouth didn´t form a smile, no, it was a cry of help. from deep inside it rosed:

BUT GODDESS PLEASE, OH GRACIOUS NYMPH, PLEASE NO MORE, PENELOPE MY JOY, I CAN´T I JUST CAN´T!!!!! FORGIVE ME DEAR, FORGIVE MY JOY!!!!!!

And everything was cold again. SALT, I tasted salt, sweet salt, the cold again, no warmth, only a figure in distress. It was YOU; as you ran towards the candle I saw no stone, only flowers and twigs not vines;  I saw your work, your shade.

How I didn't saw joy nor lust, I saw FEAR, I saw PAIN, I saw a Flame. Not the moon, not the vines not the stone of her lair, no, it was cold again.

How you rushed towards me, crying, cold, coarse, how your skin wasn't plump, how your voice broked, how your eyes were filled with tears, how you let them free, how you screamed:

Odysseus, please I´m here, you can count on me!

And there I was, with you I saw my hands, my arms, my legs. My voice, it was me not him.

I was still and the she appeared again in my thoughts, rosy as the dawn, volouptous hair as water in the rain.

-In the night? my will is only for the day, how can I speak, what´s the new spell you placed on me? WHY ARE YOU TORMENTING ME AGAIN? ISN´T THIS WHAT YOU WANTED? DON´T TORTURE ME ENOUGH WITH HOME PLEASE, LET THE DARKNESS EMBRACE MY BROKEN BONES, LET THE WARMTH TAKE OVER ME!.

So raw i shouted that the walls might have even collapsed, I saw how the stone gave way to twigs, how the rocks birth the starry night, how the lines of stone became leaves, how she transformed like morning mist.

Her voice cracked, her hair dulled, her eyes in silver they became, her smile changed into fear. It was real it was really YOU, your pain as you touched my hair, it was you and I under OUR olive bed.

I rose from the dead, to rush towards you joy, you were AFRAID not of me but of him, the husk of the man i became there.

How with your gentle hands you touched my cheeks, and face to face I see, for the first time: your cries.

I felt how your dim warmth gave way to tear, who you didn´t close you eyes as I faced away. How I was home.

These Tiled Steps In San Francisco Glow At Night From The Moonlight

Mistress of cheese, bless my table as your caring hands nurtured the grass consumed by your servants, let the cream and milk be as white as pearls in the sea, let me oh your grace rejoice in your gift.

I'm stealing the idea of an ithacan naiad or naiad-born, we're a team in this, I fangirl Ody you Penelope, Titi fangirls Telemachus, cool?

@dootznbootz @jarondont

hello :)

just wanted to say that idk why but i love your "shot by odysseus" tag. don't ask why. i just do for some reason

also your Water Wife™ headcanons are the best :D

Hi there! :D

And thank you!!! :D He keeps shooting me because I talk about his wife so much 👀

Mad/Dootz lore: I'm also the God of Cheese now so I'm immortal so he can't kill me in a way that matters >:)

And thank you again. 🥺 I love my Water Wife so much- *gets shot*

@gotstabbedbyapen did a very cute doodle of it! :D

Calypso's cave

Oh, nymph of high birth

Oh tell of the man of many ways

Tell me of your love in the sea and air

How his flame was reduced by your embrace

The tale that you seek, is one of me, a tale so forbidden that the Keres are afraid of speak, don't question my words oh you little Man. As the island you seek wasn't paradise as you mean. Odysseus

Only latin evades me, the other ones are normal to me, hehehe