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Rough sketch that I made in class.
I call it “Memory”
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Sometimes I like to sit and imagine that the reason baby Astyanax didn't cry at Odysseus' appearance is because he instinctively associates war-helms with his father.
Even when Odysseus takes him over to the balcony to drop him, even as his mother cries out at the sight of him in Odysseus' hands, he doesn't cry, because his father is right there with him
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Bro I am going to kill myself
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The most devastating part is, unlike in The Odyssey, Epic Odisseus doesn't get to talk to the souls. They're just there, talking to themselves, and he can't do anything but look.
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Epic the Musical's portrayal of Odysseus' meeting with his mother actually made me start ugly-crying so have this rough draft of what the scene would look like in a potential sequel to Silvertongue (warning : I wrote this while sleep deprived and crying so its pretty shit)
It reached me all at once – the low strain of the ghostly wails, the cries of the damned. They raked across my mind, screaming in my ears like a thousand overlapping voices. They raked across my mind, and I feel a prickling at the corners of my eyes, like the points of a thousand piercing ears. There is a pain in my heart I cannot explain. There is a grief that wells in my throat – one I cannot speak aloud. My men mill about me, and then it comes
“Waiting”
My eyes widen. I had heard that voice before. It whispered sweet nothings into my ear as a child, the breath of its speaker rustling the hair on my infant head, tickling my ears, making my laugh (that breath was gone, now. I would never feel its touch again) . The floor falls out from under me. I cannot breathe. No. No. It couldn’t…. no !!
The ghosts shifted out of the way in a singular wailing mass, the faces of those I had failed shifting like a curtain of shifting mist, and then I saw her
Her hair was greyed, her unseeing eyes gazing out into the nothingness of the Underworld, but I recognized her – how could I not ? Those lips, rendered translucent and paper-white in the ghost-pale light of the dead had once pressed against my brow
My lips parted, and the years melted away. I was no longer Odysseus of a Thousand Tricks, of a Thousand Plans. I was Odysseus, who destroyed everything he touched. Odysseus, who failed everyone he loved
“Mama ?”
Her head seems to shift almost imperceptibly in my direction. When I was a child, I used to enjoy hiding amidst the barrenness of Ithaca. Every time, my mother would come after me, invariably find me – how could I not ? I birthed you. She used to smile at me then, a fond, curving thing, dripping with that special, fond, love that only a mother can hold for her child
“I’ll find you, Odysseus. No matter where you go. My sunshine.”
Fool that I was, I used to retort defiantly, cheeks puffed up in a childish pique, “Then… I’ll hide so far away that you’ll never be able to find me again !! You’ll see !!”
She had laughed – she would never laugh again, thanks to me – a high, clear sound, and had pressed her lips – cold, frozen, dead – to my forehead, tilting up my head slightly to look me in the eyes. Her bright eyes – now dead and dimmed and broken, thanks to her failure of a son – windows to a heart that had suffered so much, and yet loved so deeply
“Then I’ll wait for you to come back. You’ll return to me, won’t you ? My Odysseus”
“Mom”, I gasp, breathlessly, as she seems to turn to look at me – but she wasn’t, and she never would again, “You promised… you promised you’d wait”
Her ghostly visage, blank in a way it had never been in life, tilted, her glassy, pale eyes piercing through to my very soul like arrows, where once their gaze had been a balm to my wounds. They carried an unspoken accusation - I did
Her lips part in a mournful wail, "Waiting. Odysseus, when you come home, I'll be waiting"
I couldn't. My tongue, so famed for its sharpness, was thick in my mouth, an unfeeling lump of broken flesh, "Mom", I plead, "Can't you see me ? I'm right here... Mom... Mama, please"
She couldn't. She never would again. Because I took too long. In my pride, I killed her. I killed my own mother, all because I was too proud to not take credit for that fucking Cyclops
I collapsed to my knees. The hard, weathered wood of the deck bit at my bare, scraped knees, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. My fingernails dug into the soft wood, splinters piercing skin, blood flowing freely, but I didn’t care. I deserved it
What sort of a son murders his own mother ?
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I love democracy
There are currently ~2300 works in AO3 tagged with "Created Using Generative AI"
I'll be upfront with my opinion, which mirrors my opinion in regards to my field: using AI will only hasten your own obsolescence. The point of fanfiction is not to crank out fics, but rather to enjoy the hobby and communities of writing and fandom.
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I am not a Solangelo shipper or a Percico shipper. I am a Nico X Happiness shipper
#nico pjo#pjo#percico#percy jackson#nico di angelo#will solace#solangelo#my baby boy deserves happiness
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Okay, this is cartoon villain shit at this point. What the fuck ?
Israel has deployed auto-firing quadcopters that emit the sounds of crying babies.
https://xtwitter.com/jam_etc_art/status/1780038184828608975
There is no possible reality where this is in any way capable of being passed off as self-defense. It was never self-defense. It is, and always has been, a genocide.
Crying babies. Crying babies. This is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, meant to draw out and kill civilians while also making it far more difficult to locate and aid children who are trapped or alone.
If you have money to spare, please consider donating to some of the fundraisers on Operation Olive Branch to help people escape this genocide.
End the occupation. Free Palestine.
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People who've read my retelling of the Iliad , Silvertongue, what were the parts you liked best about it ?
And for those who do not know, hi - I wrote a retelling of the Iliad a few months back, from the POV of Odysseus, and named it Silvertongue. Check it out, pls
Link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/51546121/chapters/130278073
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We also line our riverbeds with them
in australia you can never feel like a plastic bag
because they are expensive and nobody wants to buy them
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Please give me your recs for fanfiction starring Aventurine !! Please, my family are starving
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Well, it was close, but it looks like the Odyssey’s the winner !! Congratulations, EPIC fandom. Now off to go listen to the soundtrack a hundred times for inspo
So, I've been thinking - and I've narrowed my list of post-Crimson projects to only some, but I would like your opinions
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So, I've been thinking - and I've narrowed my list of post-Crimson projects to only some, but I would like your opinions
#lgbt#gay#writers#writer#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writing#writers and poets#writerscommunity#greek mythology#hindu mythology#odyssey#odysseus#romance#epic the musical
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Do y'all guys KNOW how difficult it is to get a book published as a minor in India ? Cause I have been trying for around ten months now - and have gotten NOWHERE.
All this to say - if any Indian writers wanna help me out, or know of a discreet way for minors to publish their works, please reblog this with your suggestions. Please
#the iliad#silvertongue#odysseus#greek mythology#writing#on writing#creative writing#writers#writer#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writers and poets
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Hi guys help my last two braincells are fighting over whether I should fall to EPIC brainrot and write a sequel to Silvertongue that covers the Odyssey, or complete my current project
No guarantees I'll actually obey the poll, but it helps, ya know ?
#odyssey#odysseus#greek mythology#epic the musical#superhero#original story#original creation#original writing#original character#creative writing#on writing#writers#writer#writing#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writers and poets
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