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ah yes penelope, her husband, and his ten foot tall tutelary goddess of wisdom

Help, this happens when I'm lkstening to music and my brain goes:

Uhmmmm...this smells like....OdyPEN!!!!?????

And I spend 20 min after, thinking it it could work

being obsessed with a character is so fucking embarrassing like I'll be getting dressed in the morning like "I bet the 12th doctor would wear these socks" bitch shut the fuck up

She would be the one gutting the fish and then he putting in a fine plate, saying she was the one plating and he the one gutting the fishes!

Like yes I love weird Penelope ans love-sick Odysseus, it paints a different funnier picture of the two, >:D

Hi! Hope you're doing good! >:D

Odysseus: i love Penelope to the moon and back Odysseus: she's the preetiest, more refined, perfect person in this World, where's my love I'm dieing to ask out? *Penelope under the water hearing everything, trying to go to the surface as the naiad that she is* What she looks like:

What Odysseus sees:

Water wife™️ has me in chocked, I'm in love with this headcanon and is so so cute, and AHHHHHHHH.

Sorry I get carried away....

Dude, that's literally how it is 😂

Odysseus is watching her gut a fish and thinking "Gods, I wish that were me...🥴" and everybody is kind of staring at him like he's insane.

She'll be munching on a raw fish, bones and all, some scales and blood across her cheeks and face and he's sitting there like this 🥰

He loves his weird and goofy Water Wife 😌

Love that you like it!

Also I was the mysterious one that send you that today you'll had a surprise

And yes I struggle to draw women as I don't like how they end up usually, (strange angles, not soft as I want, or the eyes, The eyes is what kills me!.

Hi Mads!

Here I have the first encounter of Odysseus and Penelope (Water wife™️) (sorry for the quality as thi is my first time drawing woman and NOT giving up halfway through)

Penelope is coming to the garden of the palace, with today's "hunt", (the splashes in her face are the fish blood) having no clue that Odysseus is coming to see her, (ask her hand).

All Odysseus's servants are lamenting and saying sorry to Ody thinking that she is the most feral Princess they had seen, unknown to them Odysseus has fall over heels for her. (He doesn't want a pretty face, he wants a decided wife).

So he asks her while she is holding the stinky dead fish, hahahaha.

Eniwei hope you liked this!

Penelope the huntress and lovesick Odysseus, (they only have a year of difference, he 20, she 19)

(I'm trying my absolute best to draw women, 'cause is not easy to me, they always end up looking strange when I try)

Oh I love it!!!!

And yes, he is staring with hearteyes even when she's gross xD

You did just fine drawing her! She looks lovely!

Ohhhhhhh awesome!!! I do only use it on my phone tho, on pc I use krita :)

Anywayyyy, my faves are these

Although I do tend to just mash brushes together from different sets, whichever I need at the moment

THANK YOU!!!!

I usually use these

And here is the result!

I was thinking about that Odysseus gray hair headcanon of yours (which i btw love and painfully sob about) and consider:

Penelope seeing him cry in bed, having the realization that when he's lying on his back while crying his tears follow the exact patch of his gray hair. Penelope being out for blood because of that.

Actually, he hates lying on his back after everything... It's something he cannot do anymore. He lies on his side most of the time. Or lies on top of Penelope. (His "favorite bed is made of bone." 😂 As the Water Wife is smaller so when he rests his head on her chest, he's basically right on her sternum. She's fairly flat. She gets SOME squish as she gets older and after pregnancy ofc 😌)

Having a weight on top of him is very upsetting. He usually flips them over or moves. He can no longer be the little spoon either. Penelope cannot lie on his chest. It's just something that has...changed :')

One thing she notices, is that he has 4 little cresent moon shaped scars on his triceps. (some faded ones on his palms too). Then she sees him crossing his arms and realizes they're from him digging his fingernails into himself. Something he used to do while crying on the beaches. The ones on his palms are from the times he was on his back in the cave.

Something that will eventually kind of come into play, is that for Helen, Paris and Deiphobus are dead. She can always be reassured they won't come to get her. For Odysseus, they're GODDESSES...Immortal and can't be 'punished' (nor should they considering they're immortals). Odysseus kind of lives with this fear deep down that they'll somehow come back into his life. They don't. Because THEY DON'T. But he can't shake that fear.

It reassures him that Penelope looks and feels so different. Penelope's smaller, she's fairly cold to the touch, he knows her birthmarks and scars, etc. Calypso was an Oceanaid while Penelope is a Naiad. He hates saltwater for many reasons. Circe felt too hot and felt like burning despite taking Penelope's appearance. Penelope's so cold. etc. Penelope is RIGHT.

Unedited Unfinished snippet of a random wip. Context: He had a bad nightmare.

Shaking with a blank, tear-stained face, Odysseus sat looking away from her. His nails dug into his biceps, the four crescent moon scars proving how often he did this while away. On his palms as well. The tapestry that he tore off the wall (the rod being what broke. Not her own craftsmanship, of course) wrapped around his waist and back. Protecting himself…

Penelope is soooo protective of him though. For example, once while talking with Penelope and Telemachus, Telemachus brings up Calypso (he knows from Menelaus) and asks his dad how he escaped her and how 'dangerous' she was. Was she like Scylla? Odysseus freezes. He doesn't want his son to know of such things. Stuff like that.

Penelope swoops in with distractions and a way for him to sneak away if he needs or to just shove his face under her neck to hide it for a bit. Water Wife is able to get rid of any tears shed so he can look "fine" and keep up appearances.

Odysseus hid his face in her throat, his hands clutching her waist close to him on their shared throne. Another tear spilled out from where it rested upon his lid only to be immediately pulled away. Penelope casually flicked it to the side. Cold hands cupped his face as she pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "We can sneak out if you need-" "No." He pulled her closer. He swallowed and steadied his breathing. Vision too blurred to look at the dancers anyway. He had a prettier sight beside him. "I already made a scene." Penelope started to say something before stopping and took a deep breath. "Whatever you need, my Joy." "You," he rasped. "Just you."

I wrote this very quickly just to kind of give the vibes I guess. I also have a headcanon that after Odysseus made their bed, he made a throne bench because these two freaks were constantly squirming and were leaning over so much that it got annoying. It also felt very empty for 20 years :') )

People talk about him. About his episodes of PTSD and his lashing out. And she shuts them down. "He's not mad. He's been through all pains. I'd like to see you do well after going through what he's gone through."

She's out for blood on people who question or mock him. Don't talk about her Joy that way. You don't know anything.

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 birthed 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.

Obvio!!!!!

His Hands

He looks down at his hands. They are caring, comforting, and firm— The hands of a father, A husband, A king. Loving hands— The same ones that held those of his dearest on their wedding day, Full of adoration and love. Never wanting to let go. Gentle hands— The same ones that caressed his son’s soft skin as he kissed him goodbye, Tears staining the blanket. I will come back, he promised. He looks down at his hands. They are calloused, bruised, and deadly— The hands of an archer, A craftsman, A soldier. Cunning hands— The same ones that brought victory to him and great sorrow to the enemy, Deep in the dark crevice of night. Vengeful hands— The same ones that brought long-awaited doom upon 108 men, Spoiling his halls with evil. Guilty hands— The same ones that held a sword dripping with the blood of his comrades, His best friend, his brother, his men. He looks down at his hands. They are stained with blood. They always will be. They are his hands, after all.

Just a Man. Everything is so heart-breaking, the tone, how Odysseus lowers his voices to not disturb baby Astyanax and compares him to Telemachus, how he has genuine remorse for everything he has witness and is not willing to do it; how his in the brink of tears and is almost choking of grief; the chorus starts and his determination grew, he is still in the brink of tears, the end is just plain realization.

This is song is a masterpiece. And a another that plays with my heart is "Would you fall in love with me again", it´s so raw and so sweet.

Reblog with the EPIC song that made you cry

me too Lily, me too...

PENELOPEEEEEEE!

PENELOPEEE!!!!!!!!

My epic ass thought it says "Penelope"

T T

They are so in love, your honor

DON'T TELL ME SHE IS AT THEIR BED!!!! PENELOPEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Penelope <3

I’m actually obsessed with her

I would say it’s a problem

But it’s not

We need more Penelope in the world, dw though I’ll be posting about sad Ody soon lol

Thanks so much Titi! @jarondont

EATING THIS LIKE A FULL BUFFET!!!!!

There is so much potential for a modern day retelling of the odyssey and it's great. Fucked up roadtrip. Odysseus takes an uber but keeps ending up in wrong places. He gets stuck on an airport. The possibilities are endless and frankly we don't utilize it as much as we should

Pass the bottle

Odysseus with Telemachus: THAT IS OUR GIRL!!!!

Telemachus near: Come on ma! Smack the shit out of them!

Penelope just smacking everyone, making Odysseus roll a tear: she is the best.

You know, most "fans" of Penelope usually aren't fans of Odysseus in solidarity with her. Have fun with your toxic unfaithful ship I guess. ✌

ANON!!! NO!!! ANON! YOU'RE TRYING TO GIRLBOSS HER AND NOT WANTING TO UNDERSTAND WHO AND WHAT PENELOPE WANTS! ANON! ANON! PENELOPE WANTS ODYSSEUS BACK IN HER ARMS!!! SHE MISSES AND LOVES HIM!!! ANON! YOU'RE ACTING LIKE ODYSSEUS HAD ANY CHOICE WITH THE GODDESSES!!! AS THOUGH HE DID NOT WEEP WHILE WITH THE GODDESSES! AS THOUGH HE DID NOT THINK OF PENELOPE EVERY DAY!!! ANON!!! EVEN THEN, REGARDLESS OF WHETHER HE EVEN HAD A CHOICE IN THE FIRST PLACE, PENELOPE CAN MAKE HER OWN CHOICES!!! AND HER CHOICE IS ODYSSEUS!!! ALWAYS WILL BE!!! JUST AS SHE IS HIS CHOICE ALWAYS!!! ANON! NO! THEY ARE LIKEMINDED AND BASICALLY SOULMATES!!! GET YOUR HEAD OUTTA YOUR ASS! ANON!!!

I’ve been obsessed with Percy Jackson since I was 11, and EPIC since Warrior of the Mind was trending

Only option is to combine them

Annabeth is Odysseus’ reincarnation and Percy is Penelope’s

None of the other characters are reincarnations but the give Anndysseus PTSD (Grover, Thalia, and Luke specifically)

The gods are from EPIC meaning Athena is a good mum and loves Annabeth (She cried when she realised who Annabeth was (which she learned before everyone else))

Both Anndysseus and Pernelope have dreams of their past but chalk it up to godly weirdness.

Annabeth will have knowledge about something she shouldn’t be capable of knowing (Child of Athena, right?) and Percy is way to ocean-y (The genes are strong with this one, Poseidon)

🎶then jump in the water and RIZZ me🎶

Ok, Athena shows up mainly looking like an adult, which is probably true for the entire musical/books/whatever.

What if when Odysseus was a kid she made herself look like 2-3 years older than Odysseus? Not to be extremely imposing to Odysseus and when she appears to him in places it wouldn't look like he was talking to an adult but a kid a little bit older. Athena seemed to be with Odysseuss a lot during his childhood (based off the OdyPen cut song Jorge showed off). She seemed used to his antics.

This thought came to me by @mushyooms Odypen video. I know it is the chibiness that makes Athena look more like a kid next to kid Odysseus but this is now my headcanon.

“no grave can hold my body down / i’ll crawl home to her”

IS THIS NOT ODYSSEUS AND PENELOPE