Mistress Of Cheese, Bless My Table As Your Caring Hands Nurtured The Grass Consumed By Your Servants,

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

Aren't we all??? Speakers of our non-natives tongues?

With english being my second language i really enjoy making up words as i go, or using a word that i vaguely know the meaning of and praying that i am correct

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.

Why are titles so hard 😭

Iro, the instructions of packages are my nightmare, my english brain activates and for 20 minutos me olvido de como leches hablar en español, me pasa por desgracia.

Don't you ever just stare at a text and your mind goes completely blank you can't understand your own language

BEAUTIFUL ART!!!! I don't have nothing to say, it's majestic, it's so amazing!.

But......he wasn't an incel...he was a victim of sexual assault TWICE!.

He didn't cheat Willingly, ehhhh... with Circe he was forced by Hermes (yes, HERMES said: even then, don't refuse her bed), after giving him the moly.

Also the argument, but he stayed in Aiaia for a year, he stayed there as a way for his crew to recover, she fed them and clothed them; if it wasn't for Odysseus, they would have stayed as pigs or worse: jamón and bacon.

And Calypso.....with Calypso he was a sex slave, he cried everytime, everyday, so daily it became that when Hermes ask Calypso where he (Odysseus)was, she said: ohhh, at the beach crying like everyday....

“Said so the powerfull Argophontes (Hermes), he rosed, and the venerable nymph (Calypso) after hearing Zeus’s orders went where the magnificent Odysseus was.

She found him in the shore, with never ending tears that never dried as his sweet life was being consumed by grief, longing for the Returning (Nostoi), as the nymph wasn’t kind to him. Although at night he slept with her in the concave cave, with whom (Calypso) she longed; the day was spent alone, crying and sitting at the shore, his heart ravaged in tears, screams and pains, contemplating the untameable sea with bitter cries.” V Chant (The Odyssey), Spanish translation

He wasn't an incel, he had a WIFE AND SON who he loved to the moon and back, Penelope was in his lisps everyday in the Illiad and Odyssey and he didn't called himself: Odysseus, son of Laertes, no; he was Odysseus, father of Telemachus.

He didn't love the two (Circe and Calypso) and to add salt to the injury the power inbalance was horrible (they were inmortals, two daughters of Titans, he a mere mortal whose life could have ended in a moment).

What I'm trying to say, it's that though Odysseus was not the best person ever (he was a compulsive liar and more), he wasn't an incel, he was a victim of s.a.

Before I end this, I don't want this post to come across as a hate comment, in the slightess, I really like Circe and her overall ordeal and her charms and all, she gave him instructions, food and shelter in the end; but she admits that he was there against his will, Calypso can die in a hole six feet under, but don't forget and write Odysseus as a womanizer, incel or other things further from the truth, he is not a Hamilton, he's nothing of that.

Sorry for the rant and the painting is beautiful and so so pretty!

i don’t know why odysseus was so scared of a bunch of women, what an incel (circes island)