WAIT WAIT WAIT WHEN WAS THIS EXCUSE ME?

WAIT WAIT WAIT WHEN WAS THIS EXCUSE ME?

The “Odysseus actually raises Astyanax as his own” AU is so perfect because it changes NOTHING. Odysseus doesn’t kill the Cyclops, not bc he feels grievously guilty for killing the infant, but bc he did save the infant. The crew still loses trust in Odysseus bc bringing the infant son of your enemy you fought 10 years against is an objectively BAD idea. (There are more lives at stake than just this one. You can’t put all of us and our families back home at risk like this because you feel guilty. You could have just left him). Zeus’ prophecy about Astyanax still comes true bc Tiresias’ prophecy HAS TO come true. Regardless if Telegonus would exist in this version, Odyssey will still be killed by a son.

Which, speaking of- the inherent tragedy of being a young kid raised on the ocean by a bunch of disenchanted war veterans, constantly in danger. The only bit of stability you get is the brief year or so with Circe, then the seven years with Calypso. Just the tragedy! Really, from ages 3 to 10, Calypso is the only maternal figure he’s known. That’s his whole life basically, and then he’s just ripped from all he’s ever known bc his adopted father wants so strongly to get back to his “real” family. And then you get there, to this half-mythologized land of Ithaca and it’s this rocky mountainous place, nothing like the beachy paradise where you grew up. And there’s this other son: Telemachus, Odysseus’ heir, even tho he’s not the son Odysseus actually raised.

And then. Eventually. Or maybe he’s always known. He finds out who his real father is and what Odysseus and the Greeks did to his homeland. Would he feel a connection to them? Would it even matter at this point, he loves Odysseus, he’s the only father he’s ever known. But there’s always this itch in the back of head. Yes, Odysseus probably trained Astyanax to fight, but he is always wondering, is he teaching Telemachus better, giving him more attention, is he afraid I will try to steal the throne from his “real” son.

GOD FUCK THE POETIC TRAGEDY OF IT ALL

I absolutely ADORE how Dimentio's magic is little purple hearts. It makes him look too cute to have committed anything.

And then Luigi has green stars around him too, which is just too adorable for all the angst happening around him.

BGM - Great Conspiracy- Professor Layton

Prologue

Ch. 1

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Omg y’all will not believe the WAR I had trying to post this. I had to slightly resize the images to see if it’d work because that did the trick with older posts. It wasn’t until I connected my iPad to a hotspot that it actually worked??? Bruh!?

ANYways, I’m proud at how PRETTY these came out. I had so many layers to get the stars looking right to me. Notice the colour coordination? Huehuehuehue.

And lo and behold Team Bleck! I once saw in a post that somebody gave Bleck with long black hair and I liked the idea so much that I drew him with it. It’s just tucked in that big ass collar of his. O’Chunks was tricky, but I promise he’ll look better with various facial expressions. And @starferret I finally drew your girl! Here she is in her round glory 💀. I hope I did a decent job at making her pigtails look like curled paper 👉🏼👈🏼.

whatever you do, don't think of Odysseus and Polites growing up together

don't think of them going on "quests" through the palace garden, waving sticks at imaginary monsters and saving the day

don't think of them watching the older boys spar and trying to mimic it, not sure of the proper form and ending up in a giggly heap every time

don't think of them getting a bit older and finally competing against each other with an intent to win, racing and wrestling their way through the countryside

don't think of Polites always letting Odysseus win because he likes seeing Odysseus’ triumphant smile

don't think of Odysseus assuring Polites that he's ok while he cries over his wound from the boar, wiping away his tears

don't think of them getting taller and finally being able to reach all the branches of the trees

don't think of Polites reassuring Odysseus when he worries that girls won’t like him because his princely status outweighs the fact that he's awkward and gangly

don’t think of Odysseus being jealous of Polites’ growth spurt and Polites teasing him about it

don't think of them going on short trips to neighboring kingdoms as they fill out, making allies and attending feasts

don't think of Odysseus gushing about how pretty and perfect Penelope is while Polites smiles knowingly

don't think of Polites helping Odysseus gather the courage to ask for her hand

don’t think of the wedding festivities lasting a whole week and Polites drunkenly crying about how happy he is for them

don’t think of Odysseus letting Polites hold baby Telemachus, hovering with the anxiety of a new parent, and watching as his friend gently brushes the soft baby curls out of his son's eyes

don't think Polites assuring Odysseus that the war is estimated to last only a few months, he'll be back home before he knows it

don't think of circumstance slowly pulling them apart as Odysseus spends more time with the kings, going on raids and ambushes, and Polites tries to avoid the battlefield as much as he can

don't think of Odysseus freezing after Polites flinches when he claps him on the shoulder after a raid, hands still wet with blood

don't think of Odysseus growing restless and pacing in Polites' tent, mourning the years he's lost with his family and venting his frustrations with the war

don't think of the Trojans breaching the Greek wall and Odysseus scrambling to find the glint of glasses in the chaos

don't think of him finally finding Polites with a spear in one hand, the other hand pressed over a wound in his side, apologizing as he stabs at his attacker

don't think of Polites sobbing as Odysseus stabs the Trojan from behind, splattering both of them with blood when he pulls the body off of his sword

don't think of them fighting back-to-back, Odysseus aiming to kill, Polites just trying to get them to stay back, as the camp burns around them

don't think of Odysseus trying to get Polites out of joining the ambush on Troy but the other kings aren't having it

don't think of Odysseus watching Polites wipe the blood and tears off his glasses as he says he's fine to go, he appreciates Odysseus trying his best

don't think of the fire and screaming in Troy

don't think of Odysseus collapsing into Polites as soon as the fighting is over and sobbing too hard to explain why he's so upset

don't think of Odysseus closing himself off as they prepare to go home, jealous and angry over how his friend remains as optimistic as ever while he's haunted

don't think of the sea breeze and the promise of home starting to ease things back to normal

until it doesn't

finally finished my mlp human designs ^^ i hope i can draw more of them in the future

I cannot begin to physically express how happy this makes me. It's a god damn JOE HILLS PLUSHIE.

This reminds me of that "don't turn me into a marketable plushie" audio.

HE IS HERE, A FULLY REALIZED CREATION!! My sister made this! :D (She has a tumblr, but it's not MCYT-related so she wanted me to post him here for tha world 2 see :] )

GAZE UPON THEM!!!

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Image 1: a photo of a crocheted doll of Joe Hill's juppet minecraft skin. It is laying on the ground next to a ball of teal yarn.

Image 2: a photo of the juppet doll, sitting upright on the ground with its hands in its lap.

Image 3: a photo of the juppet doll, standing upright with his legs spaced far apart.

Image 4: a photo of the juppet doll, standing upright. The photo is taken from an angle so you can see a spotted tabby cat sitting on a chair in the background, looking at the camera.

Image 5: a photo of the juppet doll. He is on the left side of the photo, facing to the right. His arm is rotated out. A tabby cat is sitting on a chair, biting his hand.

Image 6: a photo of the juppet doll being shaken violently by a person mostly offscreen.

Image 7: a photo of the juppet doll being held in someone's arms like a baby.

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