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lol I like to think that Polyphemus was gonna actually let Ody and his crew free until Odysseus made the 'eye-to-eye' joke

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Guys just hear me out:

Shirtless Tiresias

(hell yes I'm going to draw more)

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JUST STARTED LEARNING HOW TO DRAW HORSES TODAY. They're not the best but it's good enough. Horses are known to be hard to draw anyway 😭

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Imagine drawing shirtless Tiresias thirst traps... (COUGH COUGH) Couldn't be me.

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Some quick Tiresias concept sketches. Still thinking over whether or not to change some things. The lighting is so bad oml, you can barely see the details 😭

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IM CRASHING OUT I WROTE THE ENTIRE THING FOR A NEW ONESHOT. AND GUESS WTF HAPPENS?? THERE'S A BROWNOUT FOR ***ONE*** SECOND AND IT DELETES IM GOING TO ATTACK SOMEONE 👹 😭

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"A God's-Sent Dance Lesson"

An EPIC Telemachus x GN! reader

WARNINGS :

(A/N) : SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN A WHILE, WRITERS BLOCK SUCKS.

He could remember vividly--too vividly, in fact--how you'd met.

...

The song of the birds and forest cut through air, the gentle sway of the leaves rustling high in the branches.

Telemachus closes his eyes, savoring the short moment. He leans into the tree behind him. The wood felt stable, something he barely got a taste of nowadays.

His fingers stretch out along the grass, finally relaxing. He lets out a breath, heavy with burden. He leans harder into the brown trunk, moving his fidgety hands to his stomach instead.

He needed somewhere peaceful. Some place where he wasn't a boy carrying a crown far too big for his own head. Somewhere safe. Somewhere stable. Somewhere where he just... him.

Telemachus returns the next day, and the day afterwards, and the day after that. He hadn't known how much comfort a simple apple tree'd give him. But he wasn't complaining.

One particularly painful day, he looked up to find someone else by the old tree. Curious, he hides beside a tree, studying whoever they were. Perhaps they'd also found peace there.

Finally, he turns away, allowing them to have some space. He could just return later.

"Hey!" a voice shouts from behind, making Telemachus stop in his tracks. Facing them slowly, he blinks, confused.

"Hadn't you wanted to sit here too?" They pat the green near the tree.

"I--" Telemachus pauses, gears turning in his head. "Y-yeah... yeah." he stammers.

He slowly approaches, like a cat offered food by a stranger. Lowering himself on the short grass, his gaze flickers to them every few seconds.

"I'm not going to attack you," they laugh, "You can relax."

Letting out a shaky sigh, Telemachus leans his head back on the tree. He's still wary, but it's a start. He closes his eyes for a while.

"Are you alright?" The sound makes him open his eyelids, tilting his head. "You seem rather distracted. Tired, maybe?"

"I'm fine." Telemachus replies quietly, turning his head away.

"It's hard to believe that." Oh, how they see right through him. "Did I scare you? You don't have to stay."

"No!" Telemachus says a little too loudly. Coughing, he talks in a quieter voice. "It's not that. I wanted to be here."

"So you accept that something is wrong?" they say, smiling.

"I--" Telemachus blinks. Was earlier a trick?

"You don't have to talk if you don't want to." They change gaze to their front. "But I'll listen."

He usually doesn't like having others hold his burdens, but this breaks him.

He vents, saying everything--except for the fact that he was a prince. You nod and give advice too, making him feel more embarrassed about letting everything out to a stranger.

Telemachus notices the sun, it's orange waves melting into the horizon. It's almost dark, he thinks.

"I think I'm supposed to go now." he says.

"Ah, I see," they frown slightly. "I don't think I got your name, though."

"Telemachus. It's Telemachus." He stands, his legs tired from sitting down for so long. "You?"

"Y/N." they say, "I'd like to see you again, Telemachus."

That just made it harder for him to leave.

...

Training with Athena had just begun, but Telemachus was already distracted.

"Distracted, Little Wolf?" Athena frowns, fitting her arms behind herself. She bends down to his height.

"No--" Telemachus pauses, know she'd never believe him. "Well, yes."

"I see." she says, straightening back to full height. "This is about the you meet under that apple tree, correct?"

"How would you know that--" He stops himself.

"You love them. Don't you?" The goddess gives a small smile, something equivalent to a mocking, wide grin in her language.

A sheen of red quickly dusts his cheeks. "It isn't obvious, is it?"

"Considering you talk about them every day we train, I'd say it's obvious." she teases.

"Atheeenaaa!-" Telemachus groans, lengthening the vowels of her name. His cheeks bathe in flustered red.

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Guys I keep singing Hold Them Down and accidentally saying "then when he docks his ship, we can breach it let us leave now today we can strikkke and-hold him down ***WHILE I GET A TASTE***" And my siblings always give me the side eye 😭

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I just absolutely love how Tiresias from the actual odyssey was like: "Don't eat any more suspiciously unguarded livestock" then in Epic it was just: "You're cooked bro." "WHAT"

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My OC, Rhoni Rhokc (yes I know, the name is weird)! If more people wanted to know about him, I'd probably yap about lore, but he's a part of the main cast (but not main character). I drew both of these in math class, that's why it looks so sketchy-

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"Shut Up And Kiss Me"

Telemachus x Flirty!Messenger!F!Reader

WARNINGS: none i think (A/N): Don't know how to flirt, never will learn, I'm too nervous, but meh. I might edit this later tomorrow.

Messages were often passed around in the palace. Since the need for spreading information was important, someone needed to carry notes and documents. And that person, of course, was you.

When you joined the palace personnel, a rather unlikely duo unfolded. A prince and messenger. One suffered in the workload of scrolls to sign, while the other-you-arrived with more suffering hidden in your bag.

Well, atleast, with you around, his work life became just a little bit better. Just a little bit.

"You always this interesting, or am I just having a good day?" A voice speaks from behind Telemachus.

He turns around in surprise, "Oh, its just you." His eyes light up in pleasant surprise.

"How rude. I'm not a 'just you'. I'm your 'amazing messenger who always delivers on time and is beautiful and did I mention amazing?'. How dare you." You smile, moving towards him.

"What do you need, Y/N?" Telemachus smiles, but that quickly drops once you unload more scrolls on his desk.

"Have fun, little wolf!" You wink before leaving him with his horribly boring work.

"Ughhh....." He groans in despair.

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Finally, he manages to finish his work, for now. While he still could, he decides to go out for a short stroll around the palace, scritching Argo's head and chin every once in a while.

"Are you being serious?" A voice from the dining area. He was bored, so Telemachus decided to follow it. He had nothing better to do.

"Those are important documents. If you do not return them at this instant-" It was Y/N trying to, and failing miserably at trying to get her mail bag back.

"Or what? You'll run to your little Prince and complain?"

"Excuse me? I-" You stammered.

"The Queen isn't around. Settling for you is good enough." Pushing you back, he holds up the sling bag. "Important, right? Want this? Why not pay with yo-"

"Unhand her." Telemachus spoke sternly, holding a sword to the mans neck. "Now."

The suitor glances from between you and Telemachus a few times. Finally, he lets go of your wrist, throwing the bag at you harshly. "You're safe today, messenger."

"You okay?" Telemachus asks, putting away the sword.

"Yeah. Thanks." You smile at him, not one of those teasing smiles, it was something genuine. And it was something that made Telemachus' heart thump. You continued walking, moving to another hallway.  

Telemachus follows you, "Are you sure you're fine?" He confirms, looking you up and down for any signs of hurt.  

"Are you sure this is worry, or are you finding an excuse to check me out?" You wink.  

"I- Wha- N-no!-" The color of his face matched his outfit... if he was wearing a tomato. After a rather long bit of him making incoherent sounds and you laughing, he finally said something you could understand. "Don't joke like that-"  

"No promises made today." You grin at Telemachus.  

His heart felt like it was being squeezed. Was this what his father felt for Penelope?

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He stares, hiding by a corner, feeling the stab of heartbreak.  

There you were, flirting with another servant and laughing. So, was what you were was doing to him a game? Do you even know what your actions mean to him?  

Telemachus turns to walk back to his room, but a voice stops him.  

"Prince!" You smile and wave, running up to him so that you could walk side-by-side. "You look distracted, but y'know? It actually looks rather good on you. Not that you didn't look good in the first place." You wink.

He ignored you, trying to walk faster. You kept up with his pace, but a slight frown adorns your face. "You okay?"  

Finally Telemachus reaches his room, but still, you followed behind him. He even tried to close the door on you, but you managed to barge in. You shut the door behind you.

"Prince?" You pout, stepping closer. He stepped back. He refused to meet your eyes.

"Don't- Don't call me that." Telemachus mumbles out, but you didn't hear.

You continue moving towards him, until his back hits a wall. Taking advantage, you pin him to it. One of your hands gently holds his face making him look at you.  

"You okay?" You ask. "Did I do something?"  

"I'm fine..." he furrows his brows in embarrassment and emotion.  

"Y'know, you looks so cute like this. Almost makes me want to..." You trail off, your gaze lingering at Telemachus' lips before returning to his eyes. You offer a small smile, one filled with tease.  

"Y/N.." He turns his gaze away, gently moving your hand away from his face. "Stop, stop that." Telemachus says, "Just stop messing with my head."  

"Huh?" You step back, freeing his face from your hand, leaving a lingering warmth. A small pout of confusion lands on your lips.  

"Do you really not know?-" He lets out an exasperated, but not dramatic, sigh. "You just," He looks away. "You just flirt all the time. Even when you don't mean it. Don't you know what it's making me feel?" 

"Telemachus." You place a hand on his cheek once again. "I never said I didn't mean it, did I?"  

"Still, that doesn't mean-" Telemachus gets cut off.  

You pulled your face closer to his. Lips inches apart from one another. You look up at him, giving him a rather annoyed whisper. "Just shut up and let me."  

Telemachus looks at you. Focused on your lips. Slowly, he nods, allowing you permission. Permission to do whatever you wanted to him. And honestly, right now? He wouldn't care what you did, as long as he felt your touch.  

You pressed your lips against his, soon, Telemachus followed in movement. While you dragged your hand from his chest to his neck and through his hair, he settled his own on your hips. He held you tightly, unwilling to let go.  

Telemachus could barely think. His brain refusing to function at the moment. But he didn't care. You drove him crazy. He didn't even want to breathe, if it meant letting go. 

Soon, you both had to pull away for a breath. A frown slightly lingered on Telemachus' face, that kiss was too short for him. You took a heavy breath, waiting for your breathing to return to normal.  

"This isn't some game, right?" Telemachus asked, his hands held you tightly. Fear trembled in his voice as he dug his nose into your neck. But, even if it was, he was too far in to let go.

"It isn't." You smile gently, your hands gently moving through his hair. He hugged you tightly, like something he didn't want to drop. "I promise." You gave him a short peck on the lips.

He prayed that you weren't lying, that this wasn't a game. Though, being honest, he was too deep into the water to care if it was.

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MASTERLIST

Hey, I'm Marian, but you can use Ari or Mar for short.

I can write almost anything! Just no NFSW or ships (for the life of me, I just somehow can't write ships.) For the genders, I can write most of them, but I'll mostly be writing fem, because it just comes easier to me. You can request for GN, M, or transgender. And, when you request PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE give me an idea too, I have like, no creativity so...

Oh, yeah! If you're unsure whether or not I'm in a fandom, you can ask!

EPIC: THE MUSICAL

TELEMACHUS

When A Story Ends (F!READER)

Shut Up and Kiss Me (F!READER)

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"When A Story Ends"

Telemachus x F!Reader

WARNINGS: none i think (A/N): Trying to get back into writing, haven't typed something in almost like a year- Don't expect too much, I've never tried writing holding hands, kissing, and confessions in my life

After the return of Odysseus and the slaughter of the suitors, Odysseus finally sat at the throne as the rightful king. Penelope had no more suitors attempting to take advantage of her. Telemachus finally showed his place as not a boy or child, but as the rightful heir to the throne. The palace had even returned from a thriving den for disgusting men, to the home of a family. There was even a celebration coming up for Odysseus' return. An almost picture-perfect ending. Almost a happily-ever-after. An almost sickeningly-sweet happy ending filled with rainbows and sunshine. Almost. While Penelope and one of her favorite servants, Y/N, had been overseeing the 'party prep', Odysseus spoke with his son. Though, it was a rather one-sided conversation. Telemachus was out of touch, distracted. He still gave quiet nods and 'mhm-hm's' but he wasn't looking at his father, no, but at you. You looked at Telemachus, and smiled. No, not the kind of smile someone would use to charm their way out of something (though, if she tried, it would work horribly well on him). It was slightly lopsided, genuine, like she wanted to see him. Her eyes held a soft glint, making the pang in his heart that much more extreme. She turned away quickly, facing back to her work. Those few seconds felt like forever. And by the Gods, he wanted that forever again. Odysseus watches as his son stares over his shoulder. Turning his own gaze, Odysseus sees her. "Ah. I see." He mumbles softly, turning back to Telemachus with a smile. "Huh-Wha?" Telemachus snaps back to reality, finally looking at his fathers grinning face. Odysseus remains quiet, but gestures to the oblivious Y/N with a constantly widening smile. "I-" Telemachus' gaze flickers to her, then to Odysseus, then to her again, and finally, back to Odysseus. Heat began to creep up his neck. "Father- I-" Telemachus stammers, "I don't- I don't even know if she likes me back-" "You can't know until you ask." Odysseus "Go on." "What?- No! It isn't that easy!" Telemachus whisper-screams, hoping Y/N couldn't hear. "Hm," Odysseus sighs. "Well, it worked on your mother." "She told me you stuttered and stammered the entire time." Telemachus deadpanned. "I told her not to include that part when talking about our love story..." Odysseus quickly mutters to himself before continuing, "If you won't talk to her, I will." "Wait- No!" Telemachus screeches, making all turn heads. | • ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ • |

Telemachus always heard stories of romance and love. Especially those of his parents'. Soon, he began dreaming that he was in those tales himself. He soon became a hopeless romantic of sorts. Or maybe he was just hopeless. He always thought he knew what love would feel like. He always thought he imagined it right. He always thought his idea of it was accurate. He could not have been more wrong. It felt like a disease, eating at you slowly. At first, it was unnoticeable. Then, when its symptoms come raging in more extremely, only then, can you diagnose it yourself. But, by that time, it was too late. Too late to save yourself from heartbreak, like how it would be too late to save yourself from death. Both of which are rather similar, atleast, in Telemachus' eyes. He remembers the first time you met. By a cliff above the ocean, hiding behind a thriving forest. Even now as an adult, the sounds of waves crashing against stone relaxed him. He's even tried to bring his father along, but Odysseus just looked terrified (I wonder why). Telemachus needed somewhere to run away to. Somewhere that would bring him comfort. Somewhere that makes him forget there are men harassing his mother. Men belittling him. Men who want to hurt his family. It sounded selfish to him, but he wanted to relieve himself of the burden that comes along with protecting his mother. But he needed to face the responsibility. He doesn't want his mother to feel betrayed. He didn't want to see her in pain. So, when everything was too much. He relied on the waves for comfort. Holding his legs close to his chest while he cried. It didn't help much, but it made him feel atleast that littlest bit better. Then you came. The daughter of the palace's top gardener. Finding him crying to himself on top of a cliff. It was rather awkward, their first encounter. Hell, at first you thought he was going to jump. Y/N still decided to check in the next day, and since then, you had been close friends with the prince. Though, thinking about it gave Telemachus a hard pang of pain in his heart. Just friends. He was dying so hard to tell you, but he didn't want to ruin anything. He can't lose you. | • ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ • |

Finally, the day of the celebration arrived. Odysseus gave a toast. Music players were hired. Alcohol and food were served. Everything was perfect, except for one little detail. Even though the celebration was happy, Odysseus could notice his son's constant sulking. He immediately knew why, Y/N. He knew he needed to speak for his idiot of a son right this instant. Moving casually, Odysseus approached you. "Y/N. Am I correct?" He asks, making you snap your head in his direction. "Yes, sir. May I get you something?" You reply, nervousness lacing your voice. "No, it's fine. Would you care for a dance?" He asks, making you blink. "I have to serve the guests-"

"It's fine, I have to speak with you anyway." Odysseus offers his hand, and you accept it hesitantly. The dance starts off slow and quiet, only smiles exchanged. Soon, Odysseus decides to ask. "Do you have an interest with my son? You both are close friends, yes?" He speaks casually, but you were quite the opposite. Blush dusts your cheeks, you almost froze at his first question. "I-"

"So you do?" Odysseus cuts you off, saving you the pain of stuttering in front of the king. You nod, in response. "I see." Odysseus smiles, "Go talk to him. I'll assure you that he'll say yes." "Wha?-" At this, Odysseus ends the dance, leaving you to your thoughts by a table. 'Go talk to him.' You had never thought the thing you did everyday could sound more terrifying at this moment. Your head turned, searching for the familiar face of a certain little wolf. He was walking towards a door. Soon, you began gently pushing past guests to reach him. You followed him into the garden, finding him leaning on a wall. His head was tilted slightly back, his eyes were closed. Though, he didn't look like calm. He was tense, scared, even. "Telemachus?" You say, approaching him slowly. He snaps his head in your direction. "Y/N!" He forces a smile. "Are you okay?" You hold out your hand, brushing it against his cheek. Telemachus looks away, his gaze drilling into the ground. Taking your hand back, he speaks, "Why are you here?" He turns his head back to you. You cough into your fist, remembering what Odysseus told you. "I, uh," You turn your gaze to the ground, blush heating up your cheeks. "I have something to get off my chest." "What is it?" Telemachus asks, oh, how oblivious he is.

"Your father, he told me-" You get cut off,

"What did he say?-" He asks, terrified. What kind of thing did Odysseus say to embarrass him this time?

You pause, for a long while, what if the king was wrong? What if you'll ruin this friendship? "...to confess to you." You finally say, beginning to pray that Odysseus hadn't lied.

"I-" Telemachus' face flushed. "So, do you?...-" He manages to get out

Instead of responding, your eyes move up to his face, not looking into his eyes, though, but on his lips. You offer him the same smile from earlier, though smaller, more nervous. Still, same lopsidedness. Same glint in your eyes. Slowly, you rest your elbows on his shoulder, moving your face towards his own. Telemachus doesn't move, his gaze focusing on your lips. Finally, your lips and his are barely an inch apart.

"Can I?" You whisper with half-lidded eyes. He responds by pressing your lips together. Telemachus' eyes fluttering closed, yours following too in suit. Neither of you knew what you were doing, but it felt right. His hands found their place on your hips, pulling your body towards his own, desperate for touch. You run your hand through his hair, making him go crazy. He could barely form a coherent thought in his head, but he enjoyed every single bit of it. You rest your free hand on his chest, slightly gripping at his tunic. Telemachus lets out a small, short, whine-like sound from his throat. Wanting to hear more of it, you attempt to deepen the kiss, nibbling at his lower lip for entrance. He parts his lips just so that little bit open, and you take advantage of it. Your tongue invades his mouth, and suddenly, it's like he forgot his need to breathe. He holds your face with one hand, wanting to increase the pressure. As he does this, a fire begins burning in your stomach, fueled with a mix of want and emotion. Telemachus switches your places, pinning you against the wall, while his eyebrows furrowed together in desire. You gently pushed him back for a breath of air. You huff, your breathing unstable and shaky. "Haah," You let out a chortle, resting your forehead against his. "I love you."

"Love you too." Telemachus reaches for your hand, entertwining your fingers together as he offers you another kiss. It was starting to rain, sure, but he doesn't think he could ever survive letting go.