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I'm gonna drive my chevy to the levy does anyone want anything
-Narcissus and Echo-
Continuing to illustrate myths!
Okay, here we go
I am a person of many names, feel free to call me Lake, Cirrus, or Tempest! I use any pronouns but for those who feel nervous regardless (people like me) he/they is mainly what I go by I am a MINOR
I am in a BUNCH of fandoms and love to look at both art and stories in addition mythology is something I am endlessly interested in and currently I am learning about Chinese mythology if you have fun facts they would be appreciated
No DNI rn because I am a pretty open person and can't think of anything, but don't worry, I'll find something
My blog for *most* of my writing shit is @angsty-writers-guild so go check it out!
ty for tagging me!!
coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative? | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | Egyptian mythology or Greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | old London or Paris | Vincent van Gogh or Claude Monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party
this was a lot of fun, i tried to make a choice for each one but there was 1 i just could not pick
open tag! im too lazy to type it out (:
Coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party
Thanks for tagging meeee @lily-leaves 🩵
Im tagging anyone that wants to do it! Also -> @mollyhale @opalsiren @tarte-au-beurre @southerntinkerbelle @venus-kisses @thisperfectmonsoon @cruel-style @meaningtotellyou @singlethread @chiptunecreature @rosebian
No pressure ✨💅🏼🌸💋
oh yeah for sure.
I'm bored so:
Do this quiz and tell me the answer: Which Color Matches Your Personality? | HowStuffWorks
I got red
Tagging: @dandelionflowery @daggerhobbit @deadaldipshit-jpg @aesthetic-writer18 and everyone who wants to do it
@some-horse-gurl
Damn, are you based of bismuth technetium hydrate? Because you are a BiTcH on the molecular level.
Ya’ll I think I’m
Holmium and Molybdenum
What's a fanfic writer's favorite element?
Gold. Because they sure do love AUs.
What elements would a die be made of?
Copper and beryllium, because it's a
omg i have never wished for dice money more
sometimes you just have to match your dice to the ship you're manifesting 🕯️💙💚🕯️
holy shit, look i’m not dead…yet…anygay i thought we’d love more
irl quotes
y’all know the drill (if you don’t, sucks to be you ig) C is @some-horse-gurl Titi is @jarondont and El Jay is @nyx-of-darkness-1620 everyone else doesn’t have tumblr and it’s very sad
C: “ripoff wetlands”
Me: “why are you beating the dirt?”
El Jay: “emo with a razor scooter”
Me: *depressed mother sigh*
Me: “the computer supports you” El Jay: “that’s more support than i’ve ever gotten!”
C: “YOU ARE STRESSING ME OUT YA DUMB-” C: *muffled cursing*
this is funnier because one of her teachers was talking about how school is stressful
lil miss muffin: “it’s danish” C: “you’re danish” lil miss muffin: “yes”
El Jay: “translate please” Me: *deep breath* Me: “math.” El Jay: “ew”
Titi: “thank you for being my mouth”
Me: “all organic gays”
C: “what is wrong with you?” Me: “you want a chronological or alphabetical list?” slayer of dance: “well i can’t count or spell”
C: “just because i’m basic as fuck doesn’t mean i’m messing up biodiversity”
she said it, not me 🤷🏾
video: “…and when it didn’t go away…” Me: *scrambles* Me: *dies* Me: “your anxiety goES AWAY?!?!”
Me: “wow you’re being a good student and doing your work” Me: “unlike me” C: “you’re making me feel worse”
my girl is confusing
Me: *suspicious dice rolling*
C: “there is a serial killer breeze”
C: “i’m sure the sidewalk’s really depressed”
Me: “they’re weeds” C: “be nice to the weeds” Me: “they’re weeds”
i have more but i got bored, lmk if yall want more
What do you think he’s listening to? 👀✨
i am not dead and hath been summoned
yeah that makes sense actually
omg fucking mood
aren't you on a plane rn
Not yet
I’m praying that Zues won’t strike me down tho
Hera: Who do you want to kill first? Poseidon: I'm not killing anybody! Hera,*pointing at a picture of Odysseus*: This one. This one looks very punchable. Poseidon: You're right. He is actually extremely punchable.
noted thx titi
@some-horse-gurl you're in this and @that-lesbian-gurl this is for ur list
C: Okay so I'm getting two forks, a spoon, a napkin, and a b — a banana. C: C: that's random
Sorry for being such a slow writer, it's because I [remembers that self-deprecating jokes are harmful to my mental health and make everyone else uncomfortable] was attacked by dark spirits and washed up on the shore of a mysterious island with no recollection of who I was
gods titi, you’re going to make me cry
Aftermath (odypen fanfic)
TW: mentioned SA and (according to my friend) slightly (and I mean SLIGHTLY) suggestive
[I was pretty proud of this one so I wanted to share :D]
[credit to @dootznbootz for the Water Wife™ headcanon]
The palace halls were deserted this time of night. The two lovers had taken an evening stroll — more like midnight stroll — and were still drenched from the creek. It wasn’t her fault, she insisted — Odysseus started it. Had he never smugly commented about his “godlike looks,” Penelope might have not used her naiad powers and they both would probably still be dry. But no.
That lovable little bighead, she thought to herself, smiling.
“What is it?” he asked from beside her. She snapped out of her thoughts and glanced at him — then, seeing his cocky grin, looked back down. Her cheeks felt hot.
“Oh, nothing. Just thinking about how embarrassed you looked after the creek incident.”
“Did not!”
“Did too.”
“Did not!”
“Quit arguing like a child,” she chuckled.
He pretended to pout, softening his expression like a little pup as he always did to persuade her.
“Don’t make that face at me.”
His grin returned, wider this time. “Why not? Too gorgeous for you?”
She stopped walking and playfully shoved his shoulder into the nearest pillar. Before she could say anything else, he grabbed her arm and pulled her close. For a second, they stayed there, looking into each other’s eyes, barely able to breathe.
She eyed his lips. He eyed hers. She inched her face closer, almost closing the gap between them —
“Wait.”
Confused, she pulled back. “What?”
Odysseus was trembling. His breathing was shallow and uneven, his skin pale. “I just … I can’t.”
“Why not?” Penelope’s brows furrowed. “Odysseus, what’s wrong?”
He didn’t respond. His chest was heaving, his eyes flicking wildly from one spot to another — looking at everything but her. And he wouldn’t stop shaking.
“Odysseus. Ody, look at me.”
He did, but his eyes were wild.
“You can tell me if something’s bothering you. Did I do something? Say something?”
“No — no, I …” He trailed off, shaking his head.
“It’s okay, Ody. You can tell me.”
“Ca — ” his breath hitched. “Calypso,” he breathed, barely audible.
“What — ” Suddenly, Penelope understood. She’d heard that word before. Calypso wasn’t a what.
She was a who.
“Another woman?” Penelope took a step back. “Is that what this is about?”
No response. Just more ragged breathing.
“Answer me, Odysseus,” she spat angrily. “Who is this woman you slept with? Why did you choose her over me?”
His eyes widened more, suddenly flicking up to meet hers. “No! No, it’s not like that. She — ”
“What’s going on, Odysseus? What else haven’t you told me? What else are you hiding?”
“Penelope, listen — ” He paused, choking a little as tears formed in his eyes. “I tried to stop her but she — ” Suddenly, he dissolved in tears. “I’m so sorry.”
Oh.
Penelope’s heart dropped. He didn’t choose Calypso over her — no, the reality was much worse.
She stepped closer again. “Ody, it’s okay — ”
“No. No, it’s not. I’m sorry.”
Reaching out to touch his face, she repeated, “It’s okay — ”
But he jumped away from her hand like it was the point of a sword.
“Don’t touch me.”
She froze, realizing why he said that. “I’m sorry, Ody — ”
His expression softened. “No. I’m sorry. I — ” his voice caught in his throat as his eyes widened again.
“I have to go,” he said, slowly backing away.
“Odysseus — ”
“I’m so sorry.”
And he turned and sprinted away.
•••
“Odysseus? Ody, where are you? Odysseus!”
Penelope ran through the halls, almost tripping and cursing at her dress for being so long. She called her husband’s name over and over again, worry blossoming in her heart like a poisonous flower.
She checked the gardens. Nothing.
She checked the main hall. Nobody in sight.
She checked the courtyard. Completely empty.
Where was he?
Realization struck her — there was only one place left.
Panting, she knocked on the bedroom door. “Ody? Ody, it’s me, are you in there?”
No response. She was about to knock again but then —
Sniffle.
Her heart felt like it had been ripped into pieces. Just that one sound made her knees feel week. Odysseus was crying — because of her. Because she decided to do the one thing that made him uncomfortable — touch him.
Although, she thought, Odysseus had never acted like this before. If anything, they both loved curling up on that wedding bed of theirs and losing themselves in love. It made them feel … intertwined. Not just their limbs. But their hearts. Their souls. Like two olive bushes — one tame, one wild — growing from the same stem with their branches wound together so tightly that nothing, not even the wind or rain, could pass through.
Now, it felt as if someone was hacking at the wild branch with an axe, trying to cut him off from his stem and pry him away against his will. That someone was Calypso.
Or maybe — Penelope dreadfully thought — it was herself.
Either way, she could not let him feel like that any longer. She opened the door, stepping inside.
“Ody?”
Another sniffle.
She gently closed the door, then followed the sound to behind the bed. Curled up in a corner was the king of Ithaca — shaking, sobbing, choking on his breath with his head against the wall and knees tucked into his chest.
“Odysseus.”
A pained groan escaped his throat as he winced. His eyes were shut tight, his skin dripping with sweat and tears.
Her gut twisted. What was happening to him? “Odysseus. Ody, wake up. Please.”
“Enough, goddess,” he croaked quietly. “Please.”
“What — Odysseus, it’s me —”
“No!” His body twitched as if someone had sent a bolt of lightning through him. His brows furrowed in pain. “You’ve — you’ve hurt me enough. No more — no more games. Please, I beg of you.”
“Odysseus! Please! Wake up!” she cried, crouching down and desperately taking his face in her hands. She could feel tears forming in her eyes, clouding her vision. What must he have gone through to get this upset?
His eyes still squeezed shut, he jumped away from her touch. “Get away from me!” he yelled. “Please — leave me alone. Let me — let me have one peaceful night. One. Please —”
“ODYSSEUS, IT’S ME! It’s Penelope! You’re home, remember? You’re safe. Please, come back to me.” She choked, the tears flowing freely down her face now.
His eyes flew open as he jolted awake. At the sight of her, his breath hitched. “Penelope,” he whispered. “It’s you.”
She nodded, smiling through her tears. “Yes, my love. It’s me. You’re home.”
For a second, he was silent, taking in everything about her — her face, her electric blue eyes, now overflowing with tears. She held his gaze, watching him realize that this was Penelope — his loving wife. She’d never hurt him. Never.
Suddenly, he threw his arms around her, dissolving in tears again. She hugged him back, her fingers combing his sweat-soaked hair as sobs racked his body. She fought the urge to cry with him, knowing that she had to be strong for the both of them if she wanted to help him.
“It’s okay,” she whispered into his ear over and over again until he had somewhat calmed down. “You’re okay.”
He waited until the tears stopped flowing, then let go and met her gaze again. “I’m sorry.”
“No.”
“I’m sorry, Penelope.”
“No, I’m sorry. I made you uncomfortable. I won’t touch you anymore —”
“No!” he exclaimed. “No, please do.” His eyes glinted with longing. “Twenty years I have been starved of your touch. I can’t hold back any longer. I just — it’ll take some time for — for me to get used to it.”
“Take your time, my love. I’ll be right here by your side.”
He nodded, biting his lip as his eyes moistened again. Burying his face into her shoulder, he sat with her in silence.
After a moment, Penelope spoke. “If you ever want to talk about it —”
He shuddered.
“You don’t have to,” she stammered. “Talk about it, I mean. I know it’s hard. I know you’re hurt. But if you do —”
“No, I do. Just — give me a second.”
“Take your time,” she repeated.
A few seconds passed as he steadied his emotions. Separating himself from the embrace, he took a deep breath. He couldn’t meet her eyes.
“It wasn’t just Calypso. Before that … Circe.”
Oh, gods. Penelope felt dizzy.
“But at least I got something out of that. Hermes told me that for her to release my men, I — I had to allow myself into her bed. So I did, reluctantly.” His voice cracked. “It worked. She released my men and sent us on our way to the Underworld. I thought that would be the last of it.”
Penelope started to take his hand in hers, then stopped herself. But Odysseus looked down, then took her hand instead. She smiled at him comfortingly.
“Calypso was a different story.” He swallowed. “After my ship was struck down by Zeus, I washed up on an island. She greeted me, appearing kind at first. She gave me shelter, food, clothing, and company. One day, I told her that I must be on my way. But she —” He hesitated. “She had different plans. ‘I gave you everything I could. It’s time you repay me.’ I agreed. ‘Anything, goddess.’” He paused. “I wish I had known what she had meant.” His voice cracked again as he finally met Penelope’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, my love.”
She shook her head.
“I'm just a man, Penelope. A mortal. I was no match against this goddess. I’m so sorry. Every night, no matter how hard I resisted, she’d — she'd force me into her bed; every night after … her, I’d lie awake thinking of you — of how I betrayed you, even when you were waiting for me for all these years —” He choked, letting out another sob.
She wrapped her arms around him again as he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t, Ody.”
Silence fell again between the two as he composed himself. Penelope spoke again — “This happened … every night?” she whispered.
He slowly nodded into her shoulder.
“For how long?”
No response.
“Ody —”
“Eight years.”
Gods.
Now tears fell from her eyes too as his fingers dug into her back, desperately grasping for her affection. The realization that this — being forced to betray his beloved; not the monsters, the gods, or anything else he faced — was the worst he could have ever suffered.
For eight years. Penelope felt sick.
“I’m so sorry,” he kept saying, but she only shook her head.
Her heart shattered. None of this was his fault; why was he apologizing? And this was nothing like the Odysseus she knew. Odysseus was a hero — strong, brave, and cunning. No, this was … broken. A man who had been through far more than he let on; far more than he deserved.
Even heroes need to be consoled sometimes, she figured.
They sat like that for a while, taking comfort in each other. When they finally parted, they both felt different — healed.
All that was in the past now. They had each other now, as they always would. They were safe. They were home.
They were together. And that’s what mattered.
“Penelope?” Odysseus asked.
“Hm?”
“Thank you.”
She only smiled.
That night, the two of them fell asleep in each other’s arms — the two olive bushes, intertwined again at last.
Never to be separated again.
mood.
barely 30 minutes into my day and I already wanna go home
i am offended by your incorrect opinion
Please tag anyone you know, this needs to be settled
@aaronofithaca05 @jarondont @that-lesbian-gurl @the-decapod @luriuan @some-horse-gurl
Help me please
100% agree, it adds another dimension to the taste that i love
Please tag anyone you know, this needs to be settled
@aaronofithaca05 @jarondont @that-lesbian-gurl @the-decapod @luriuan @some-horse-gurl
Help me please
f off titi
Last song: Perfect World (Gossip)
Favorite color: bright blue
Last movie/TV show: the last Matilda movie (damn are those kids talented)
Sweet/spicy/savory?: savory
Relationship status: Single
Last thing I googled: lyrics for Storm, from Epic the musical. For a silly post.
Current obsession: The Iliad, turning into Black Sails
Tag Nine People: @dootznbootz @analeftthechat @fangirlofallthefanthings @aaronofithaca05 @not-a-li
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