#divergence in the blender: little menace a.u

[cosmicourple]

I lost the Sword Fight against Hermes. But worry not, I started a new story and completed it today (unfortunately, Hermes decided that he still wanted a cameo, so now that guy is going on my list - I don’t know what that list is but it exists now with Hermes right at the top).

Also, here some more memes I made while I struggled against Hermes. Memes be upon thee.

(Btw, I’ve been treating the crew like Blender!Odysseus has been, they don’t exist unless they want to be inconvenient. I don’t want to write about them but they’re always there 😭. I just want to bowl them over like pins.) Like before this story will also go on the blog. Though any other snippets I do make will just go straight there now, Tumblr is fighting me tooth and nail against my paragraphs.

~ Odysseus

Odysseus was being followed. It was not one of the divine, looking for vengeance or entertainment. Nor was it a monster, protecting its home or hunting for food.

No, it was something familiar. Something worse. 

“Captain, help!” Something naughty.

Yelps and shouts erupted from the crew as something blurred around them, tripping them over and giggling. Odysseus only sighed, this was quickly becoming a familiar occurrence. They had landed on a random island, one Odysseus knew was safe from previous loops, to find more food. Just like those times before, there was nothing of worth on this island, but it was safe. 

Safe for rest and sleep, safe from storms and divine rage. And safe - “Captain, move!” - for meeting little rascals with a taste for trouble. 

Odysseus, having done this little reunion multiple times, crouched down; arms open to welcome the little blurr. A joyful squeak echoed in his ear when little arms clung to Odysseus’ neck. Hair blocked the looper’s vision when his cargo nuzzled into him. A moment of peace passed between them, Odysseus relieved knowing that the child was alright. 

He knew that the crew was watching, unable to recall the child as always, and they would have questions and suspicions. But Odyssues had stopped caring for such things - couldn’t care for them. They would never remember, not like her. The last loop had ended with Odysseus being killed on a random island; an unfortunate incident between his crew and the locals. And as always, the little girl was stuck on the island as time rewound. Left to find her own way back to Odysseus. An exhausting journey. 

The child never seemed hurt. But Odysseus wanted her to be safe. 

A hand patted Odysseus’ cheek, a shy call for his attention. Before he could pull away to look at her, the child pushed something into his hand. A happy squeak and hopeful smile was all the encouragement Odysseus needed to look at his newest gift.

A screw shell. It was smooth and whole, Odysseus ran his fingers over it and felt no bumps or serrated edges. It was still wet too, making the lovely pink and red pattern shine in the sun. It was such a small thing, the shell was shorter than his middle finger and thin enough to seem fragile. One may leave it and try to find a bigger shell at a beach or just pass by. It was one shell amongst hundreds of others.

And it was the same one Poseidon had given him last loop. 

Hanging in the middle of a simple necklace made by the child.

Resting on his chest as he lay on the wedding bed with the Sea God and Penelope.

Waiting.

Odysseus drew the child into a hug, shaking. The child stilled slightly, her hands patting him like he was cracking glass; warbled squeaks asking a familiar question. He only gave a tighter hug, hand rubbing the child’s head gently when Odysseus felt her pull away. 

“I’m fine.” Odysseus promised, his voice thick and eyes watery. The child made another warbly squeak, clearly not believing him, but moved to return his hug. Odysseus stood up, lifting the child up and letting her cling to him like a barnacle; uncaring of his crew’s questions and needs. They would get into no trouble here, they haven’t been able to before.

In the island there is a forest, easy to traverse in and enough light peeking through the canopy to see. On this island, there are only a few small birds that can’t bring a satisfying meal to a single man. The same could be said for the schools of tiny fish that frequent the island’s shores or the scattering of wild berries growing in tiny clusters. If a starving man came to this island for salvation, he would find Hermes coming to collect his soul. However, there is something good on this island.

Further inland, perhaps in the middle, there is a clearing. One with a pond holding clear water, safe to drink, and soft grass cradling patches of wildflowers. The sun’s rays shone upon this clearing, warming stones large enough to lay on. A pleasant place to rest. 

One Odysseus had shared with two Gods in pasts that no longer exist.  

Now, Odysseus shares this clearing with a little joy. One who splashes into the pond to hunt for weeds and creatures. Climbs up trees to hang around haphazardly, jumping off to find a new climb to conquer. Sneaking in grasses too short to try and catch a tired man off guard. Someone who brings trouble with terrorised frogs dropped on nosy men’s heads. Someone who brings peace with the small leaves, flowers, and a shell gently woven into feathers pushing for space on his skin. A menace who giggles the day away.

Odysseus smiles, knowing he shares one of his favourite places to the little menace who will remember everything. The one currently nodding off in his lap while he braids flowers into her hair while they watch the darkening sky. He holds her in his lap, stroking her head as she curls into him. Arms wrapped around one another to ensure the other won’t leave. 

They leaned against a tree, firm against Odysseus’ back; its branches and leaves providing a steady cover against the elements. The gentle winds rustled the leaves, bringing cool air to swirl around the pair after their day. The pond’s water rippled as the wind moved around and the tree gifted leaves, making a soft sound as it lapped up on the grass. Eventually, these things were rewarded by small, drowsy breaths. 

Odysseus smiles. Even as his cheeks ache, he doesn’t stop smiling. He knows he has something good to find in every loop. Knows that with all the suffering and the waiting, he is not alone. 

Odysseus smiles, even as sleep starts to call for him.

“Sleep well, my precious menace.”

WHUDHSHFHSHHHHH— HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

HUHJH- as expected w/ Hermes 😔/j

he just can’t mind his own business, nosey little guy/affectionate-

LMAO- yeaaaaahh The Crew (along with The Suitors) r mostly here just to be demonstrations of how bad Odysseus gets, minus sometimes Eurylochus. He def has character moments of guilt over Ody’s’ changed personality (bc everytime it’s obvs smthings up, he assumes it’s his fault bc he opened The Windbag oof), horror over said Captain’s steady decline in sanity + the ruthlessness / emotionless he now displays, and in general: being a outside Mortal P.O.V of Odysseus slowing succumbing to The Urgestm.

srs tho, I do feel a bit bad 4 The Crew whenever I imagine scenarios 4 Ody’ crashing out :’)

haha :D

Anyway, more memes be upon us :3 :

1st meme: AHGHFGG as I said before, accurate representation of EPIC! Hermes. He’s so powerful that the urge to add him in infects everyone’s writing 😔😔😔 (I pray 4 u man/gn /j)

2nd meme: THTHGGG THE REALISATION PGGGGG- oops- lmao Zeus was so caught up with the Babi that he didn’t stop to consider the oddness of. This is not a bastard of his. But. They look like him 4 some reason. Huh????? I imagine it’s either Hera, Athena, Poseidon or all three saying the first part to him

3rd + 4th meme: PERFECT SUMMARY OF THIS WHOLE BULLSHITEREY MANIC LAUGHTER DVFFFFFDFFDVGGFG

Kronos but actually Little Menace strikes again ✨✨

5th: omg nooooooo- don’t fall 4 the temptation man/gn gO TO SLEEP‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ GET UR REST‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ SHAKES U VIOLENTLY/j‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

do genuinely hope ur taking proper care of urself irl I got my HUNDREDS OF ALL SEEING EYES ON YOUUUUU/ref 👁️👁️💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

HEHEHEHEHE ONESHOT TIME *rubs hands together like fly* :

again, will be talking about the full thing on ur account :D!

DCRIES AWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAA LITTLE MENACE TRIPPING UP THE CREW WHILE RUNING TO HER DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭- *muffled crying*

HOW DARE YOU🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵💥💥💥💥💥💥💥/affectionate

Odysseus opening his arms, waiting for Menace to rush at him,,,,, criesssssssss,,,,,,

Ssssssssss- Odysseus being uncaring of The Crew is what I expected,,,, it still aches :’).

OHHHHHH- Little Menace being stuck on (what I assume is) Helios’s Island every beginning of The Loop hurts omg 😭, she travels hundreds of miles across the sea to spend time with her dad HDSBBBVGGVFF why did u hurt me this way :””)…

THE SHELL GIFT DIES AHYUHJGTYGJKGSSCSEFGJILHFVDFWTHHGHHUYGGHHHJUHNBHHYH I LITERALLY FROWNING LIKE ‘:(‘ RN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHY—

“It was one shell among hundreds of others”

“And it was the same one Poseidon had given him last loop.”

“Hanging in the middle of a simple necklace made by the child.”

“Resting on his chest as he lay on the wedding bed with the Sea God and Penelope.”

“Waiting.”

,,,

:( ouwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWWWWWWWWWWRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA🦅

happy, yes, very good angst ty for meal :3 🍽️

Odysseus tearing up ouuuuuuuuuu- my poor little man :((.

AHA- I SPOT HERMES REFERENCE🫵🫵🫵🫵‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

also holy shit, the wording for that paragraph (spec the bit w/ Hermes bc of course) was absolutely FIRE🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Oh wowie1!!!1!!! what a lovely sounding clearing !!! wonder if-

*Wetthunderthighs mention plus Time Loop Time Looping*

ah

/affectionate 💔

srsly this whole thing is very sad, what I wanted but still. Sad :3.

,,,,also is my mind utterly smut diseased or does that moment in another Loop in that clearing sound like a good place to have f- 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🔫/j (I sorry 😔)

oh this bit is perfection just:

“Now, Odysseus shares this clearing with a little joy. One who splashes into the pond to hunt for weeds and creatures. Climbs up trees to hang around haphazardly, jumping off to find a new climb to conquer. Sneaking in grasses too short to try and catch a tired man off guard. Someone who brings trouble with terrorised frogs dropped on nosy men’s heads. Someone who brings peace with the small leaves, flowers, and a shell gently woven into feathers pushing for space on his skin. A menace who giggles the day away.”

HIYHDDFBGGBNNGGGBBBBBAAAAAAATTTTHGFFGBBGGGGVVVFVFFVBHNHGGGGGNHGJJJJHGNHNFGNJJGGGBHHHNH—

yeah I have no words but oh my gods this is perfect 😭🫶🫶🫶🫶

THE FINAL KICK- Odysseus smiling so much it hurts & letting Menace snuggle up on his lap as he silently rejoices on the fact that Little Menace will remember. This pint sized troublemaker will know about what’s happened just now. And will cherish it forevermore, cherish their moments together. Will. Just REMEMBER THEM…

the sheer depressing love radiating from that thought is so incredibly powerful, I love them so much Anon. You’ve made me attached Anon ☹️,,,

onto the extra bits :b-

*slams hands on table violently*

OPEN ARMS. WHY THE OPEN ARMS.

did I already mention Odysseus has forgotten what Polites looks like :)?

AHHUU)MOKOOGGFHTHHDG&GBGGG EVEN WHEN HE REACHES AS FAR AS A HUMAN’S LIMIT CAN GO HE STILL CARES FOR HIS LITTLE GIRL (+ Telemachus) 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

OoOOoOoOoOo- what’s this about with Pen’s’ promise???

is the Timeloop slipping??? Little Menace accidentally did something??? outside (maybe outside Greece) help????

plus,,,,

Oh dear what happened to Penelope???

is she starting to become like her husband???

Is that even Penelope???

Is KřØņ9š doing something to keep his Champion’s mind focused on The Goaļ åĦeĀ ď—- ¿¿¿

have to wait and see it seems…

+ get off my arse and write sm stuff myself lol :3/lh

again, I loved this & and am devouring it like a rabid animal hehehe 🫶🫶🫶🫶.

Wish u the best irl H.E! Anon :DD 🫶🫶🫶🫶 💜🖤✨.

[thehappyendinganon]

More Little Menace doodles

The first image is Little Menace’s canon design (or the closest I can draw it to)

[cosmicourple]

Memes be upon thee

Also…

Help!!! Odysseus’ short story is kicking my ass because I spent all my energy on Poseidon’s and it ended up being too long T^T. Also Hermes just showed up and isn’t letting Little Menace be a menace; he’s too busy worrying about Odysseus’ complexion (nevermind the fact the guy is literally purple, just question why he has eye bags the size of Poseidon’s body count?????). Funny thing; I do keep imagining Little Menace growing up one day and actually exploring other countries and their local Gods (and maybe a bit of multidimensional travel, but I do that with all my Ocs). Here’s the kicker though, Little Menace is very much Greek in origin - not even her birth story will spare anyone from a headache. If anything, Zeus may wish for another hammer to the head ;D.

Anyways here’s the ‘short’ stories; I’ll also post them properly on the new blog so you can have the full package. (Also the confirmation of the suitors getting the worst of Purple!Ody is very good for my plans >:D)

~ Penelope

A giggle drifted out from the bushes as Penelope wandered around the flower beds, making a show of searching for her prize. 

“Where could she be this time?” Penelope wondered out loud, smiling as she heard another giggle just behind her. The bushes quivered as it tried to hide its contents, leaves tangled with fluffy, brown hair. Penelope shook her head, walking past the bushes to head back inside.

“I guess Telemachus can use the next batch of apples for an offering.” She mused out loud, turning her head back to ensure that the little escapee heard her.

“It seems no one else is available to eat them.” 

A small gasp was all Penelope needed to hear as she crouched down to catch the little blurr, wriggling for escape so she could reach the kitchen for more apples. Penelope laughed as the little girl reached out in protest, her prize out of reach while she was trapped in air jail. In the inescapable prison, the child dramatically flopped in defeat, a wobbly pout directed at Penelope. A small plea for freedom and apples.

Penelope laughed again and started to spin around, arms moving her little cargo up and down. Giggles and gasps filled the air even as Penelope fell over, dizzy but grinning. The menace cuddled up to Penelope, her cheeks squishing against her face. Penelope gave her a tight hug back, gently petting the child’s hair.

“I suppose someone wants to eat them after all.”

~ Zeus + Hera

Zeus was familiar with doors slamming open. In the past, it meant Hera had found another one of his affairs; ready to scream and vent her righteous anger on him. In the past, those moments had been months apart.

But now, with the stomps heading to his bedroom - “Zeus!” - and his name punctuated by the 3rd door slam of this week, Zeus would have to get used to his doors bruising his walls more frequently.

“Control this menace!” Hera’s yell was the only warning Zeus got before she dropped something into Zeus’ open palms. Or rather, someone.

Standing up, dizzy and unbalanced, a menace rested against Zeus’ thumb, trying to figure out where she was now. Upon noticing him, the little girl let out a delighted squeak, waving her hand wildly in greeting. Zeus grinned back, gently patting her with a finger before turning his attention back to his irate wife.

“Well?” Zeus leaned back, excited for whatever explanation Hera would have for her anger; it was rare for her to get upset at their unexpected ward, much less angry at the child’s antics. The God Queen took a deep breath, her hand resting on her forehead as she glared at the child rocking on her feet. The little one’s gleeful and guilt free expression being a stark contrast to Hera’s mood. 

“She snuck into my orchard,” Zeus straightened up as he stared at the little girl, “ran circles around the Hesperides and Ladon before climbing up the apple tree.” Hera sighed, gracefully falling into the nearest chair. Her irritated tone became resigned as she looked back at Zeus, trying to muster up more rage at the child’s audacity.

“She tried to eat an apple after swiping it off a branch - the Hesperides stopped her in time - but I dread to think what would happen if she tried again.” Hera grimaced as she remembered the mess that the child undoubtedly made. Zeus stayed silent for a moment, taking the time to process as he regarded his ward, now sitting on his palm.

“Truly?” His voice somewhat dazed. The little ward, uncaring of the trouble she caused, dangled her body off Zeus’ hand. Her steady grip on his middle finger kept her afloat as she swung her body back and forth.

Hera nodded, her mouth set in a thin line as she eyed the child, waiting for Zeus’ verdict. No matter how fond she was of the girl, their ward still had to face some form of punishment.

Unfortunately, Hera’s day would not improve as Zeus let out a bellowing laugh, suddenly tossing the child up and catching her as she let out uproarious shrieks.

“That’s my girl!”

~ Poseidon (not full version)

Poseidon was plagued. His path for vengeance would not be given peace and he could not remedy it with ruthlessness as he so often does. 

Instead, it would be accompanied by incessant squeaks for his attention.

A child, a small one, a little menace, clung to his hair like a barnacle. Her goal? To clumsily weave whatever she could grab into a braid.

Poseidon had long given up on driving away the little one. Nothing he tried could discourage her, nothing seemed to be able - or willing - to harm the child. It would not matter if Poseidon sent waves to push her away, sunk away into the waves for peace, or called for storms and earthquakes to express his irritation. The child would always find her way to him, sticking around for as long as possible, and clamouring for more attention.

She had gotten creative too.

The little menace had stolen offerings straight from his temples to pass off to him, found little trinkets inland to fill his sea as a strange offering, and brought confused but docile land animals to swim on various shores.

More recently, the girl had taken to jumping off cliffs to land on his shoulders and head. 

Now, he had no choice but to keep the child close. She was determined and Poseidon dreads to think what she would try next if he tried to ignore her again.

The God of the Sea, brought low by a stubborn child. And one not even of his own - or any of his family’s - blood. Poseidon could only thank the Fates that Zeus was not watching; his brother would throw his head back laughing hard enough to echo across the skies.

The sea, reacting to the suffering of Poseidon, suddenly rushed up the sandbank. Tripping up the child and letting her land into the water. Poseidon huffed in amusement as the child’s head rose up from the water, her blue eyes wide and mouth shaped in a small o. The tide retreated, proud of its prank, and Poseidon had to raise an arm to stop the menace from being dragged along the water. 

he God pressed her close to his body as the water swirled around both of them, playful and cheeky as the tide rushed by. He felt the little arms of the child try to wrap around him, her cheek squished against his torso as the tide finally emptied around them. Poseidon let out another huff, patting the side of the child as she let go of his side to move her bangs back over her eyes. Smoothing them over and patting it down to ensure it would stay there. 

Poseidon gently ruffled her head, undoing her work.

The child made a loud squeak in protest, hands swatting at Poseidon’s own. Soon she started to giggle, as she tried to bring her hair back to normal even while Poseidon’s hand delivered his long awaited justice. Eventually, the child ducked away, her fluffy hair now tangled and stiff with salt. A stark contrast to the loose braid suddenly placed on Poseidon’s lap. He made a show of inspecting it, carefully tracing his fingers over the shells and acorns the menace had managed to weave in without his notice. The sea lapped at the end of the braid, a glittering stone standing out against the black of Poseidon’s hair, keeping it all together. 

Poseidon smiled fondly as the child crouched next to him, preening at the success of her work.

“Thank you, little menace.”

(I don’t think tumblr likes it when I put lots of paragraphs into asks, it glitches like mad)

EDIT: I’m so sorry if this ends up taking to long to answer, I get WAY to obsessed giving attention to small details lmao

2nd EDIT: oh my gods i think this might be my messiest answer yet 😭/lh

Oh holydhitholysholyshiyholyshit—-

I’m gonna combust, ur asks always have so much to unpack, I love them 💕💕💕💕💕💕💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥—

yeeeeee- most obvious statement in the universe, but writing can do that to ya, but good effort on all of this like omg this ask is so scrumptious✨ CDDEEEDF

Poseidon hogging the story is so funny for some reason idk why lol.

Also *manic laughter* Hermes my Message Bird Bastard Dawg, u about to witness shit happening hahahahahaha Hermes is by far of one the least safe gods from witnessing Odysseus’s insane shit like- my man catches less and less of a break whenever he interacts with his grandson’s really, REALLY ‘edgy’ phase 😭.

Very interested to see how Odysseus’s oneshot is gonna go, can’t wait to behold my short stinky Guy with eye bags darker than the fucking Underworld, and a brain that’s just gone YAIN’T to almost the entirety of his previous personality interact with every(unfortunate)one around him :),,,, and also his gremlin daughter :D! AHTEWEFDFFJKKHS also, very glad to be of service w/ confirming The Suitors get it 10000% worse tehehe :3.

….also, is Odysseus actually purple in skin colour or is this ur way of saying his eye bags are spreading like an infection or something bc now the intimidation has been ruined thanks I hate it/j 😭

….EDIT: I just looked up what a ‘purple complexion’ is, assuming u were using sm real life damage-to-the-human-body info and HOLY SHIT IT DID NOT DISAPPOINT. I TAKE IT ALL BACK, THATS UNNERVING / MORBIDLY COOL AS SHIT (esp when paired with Ody’s’ other dehumanising features that pop up like black feathers, curlier hair, bird-like feet, wolf fangs etc I’ll talk more ‘bout it later—) AND FITS PERFECTLY WITH CANON BC OF HOW MANY TIMES ODY’ DROWNS, GET’S ELECTROCUTED, AND IN GENREL GETS KILLED BY SEA N SKY BRO’S-RELATED EVENTS VGGBGFHGJJHGGGG UR SO BIG BRAINED H.E! ANON EHAYFHHKHAFSDDD 🫂🫂🫂🤌🤌🤌🤌

also HEEEEY Little Menace! origin / future tease fuck yeah >:]]]]] I wouldn’t their creation as anything other than a headache 😔

analysing the three wonderful memes you’ve lain before me:

EDIT: why the fuck did I sound like a god getting offerings, I swear I’m not trying to be almighty

1st meme: not-so-quick-thingy here but: to everyone else, unfortunately the Happy Ending isn’t actually the canon ending, doesn’t mean it’s not valid tho. It’s just that I decided this A.U can have multiple endings bc #1: why not & #2: I like the thought of exploring multiple endings / A.U variations 4 this,,, like this one <DDDDD‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️.

As 4 the canon ending……….don’t worry about rn 🙂

anyway with that pointless rant outta the way-

ahujjiojddeffhggvvf REALEST SUMMARY OF THIS A.U OF MY A.U I LOVE IT 😭😭😭

Little Menace is the one driving that car, u couldn't convince me otherwise even if u showed me ur drivers license/j.

2nd meme: FRIEDEEEESSSSSSS UR ABSOLUTELY SPOT ON IM CRYING—

THERES ABSOLUTELY NO ROOM 4 ARGUMENT ON PENELOPE’S PLACE SNORTS—

literally. Like there’s no argument on who’s where when this poly first came into existence thanks to previous Anon(s) 😭.

3rd meme: if PJ.O Time Travel Fanfics have taught me anything, The Moirai are always either the ones behind this sorta’ bull, or the very angry bitches in the back wondering who the FUCK messed with their timeline??????!!?!?!?!?!!!!!??????!!!!!

Sadly in this A.U-A.U, it is the latter 😔 it’s admittedly, very funny tho.

Kronos & Menace may not get along but they’ve got one thing in common with sorta just. Kratosing Fate in stuff pfffffffff-

AND NOW11!!!11!!!!!! onto the oneshots :),,,,,,,

I’ve read the full versions on ur account and I adore them and will be talking about them here. Holy shit this is gonna be long :DDD

#1: *inhale* PENELOPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE😫—

I’m sorry I had to

AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUU MENACE’S RELATIONSHIP WITH HER IS ALREADY SO AGGRESSIVELY CUTE SCREAMS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

A game of hide and seek??? how dare you/affectionate,,

also yeeeeee official desc of said child :D !!! I can already picture how fluffy their head is hehehe <3.

AIR JAIL IM GIGGLING THEIR SO CUUUUUUTEEEEE I CANT TAKE IT😭— I hope Little Menace got many apples after that 😚,,, oh wait:

“After this, Little Menace would decide to stay of Ithaca forever”

“~No matter how many times Penelope would forget her, Little Menace wanted to stick with her mother~”

“~Too bad misfortune had other plans~”

oh. Oh god(s) damn it :) jk keep cooking I love feeling sad/j

blabbering again about this, but the mother-daughter relationship is so adorable I want to explode like a star and birth a new solar system from my death 💕💕💕

#2: FGGGGGGGGBHHBGHGHGGGGG ZEUS IS THE GIRL DAD AND THIS IS NO DIFFERENT AHAHA—

again, the Menacetm being a adorble rough U.S military asset & a danger to public safety/ref :3.

PFFFFF Little Menace running round Hera’s garden like a raccoon on coke is sending me, I’m just imagining a more feral ver of Mayday Parker from Spiderverse 😭 (Spiderverse! Mayday actually rlly fits ur O.C now that I think of it holy shit :0).

NHYHHUGGGFFF- I’m always a sucker 4 Greek Myth references in EPIC so the mention of Hera’s garden + The Hesperides + Ladon is making me wiggle in delight tehehehehe—

Hera’s boutta’ suplex her husband sooner or later with all the chaos he lets his fav children get away with hhfvagfddfafff I swear.

ALSO—- *loud hoovering sounds of me sucking up the extra lore bits*

Menace being the Babitm on Olympus oooouuuuuuuuu—

and NOOOOOO HER NOT NOTICING MUCH WHEN THE LOOP RESETS APATT FROM HERA BEING MORE HOSTILE CRIES,,,,

again. Zeus is a Girl Dad, nothing more to say 😔. love Menace coincidentally looking like their Godking papa ouggggg my silly little meerkats/ combusts

also wait what’s u mean she got left behind of Helios’s Island. What do u mean they got left behind what I’m slightly concerned 😶.

The child who got left behind at McDonald’s omg 💔💔💔💔💔

OH AND ALSO ALSO FINALLY:

ohohohohohohoohohohoOHOHOHOHOHO—

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS THANK YOU FOR PUTTING THE RANDOM PIECES OF LORE 2 GOOD USE AGFHYHRWWHTTHHGFDFYJJ)H5GGGGHHGHJJHGGGFGFNJJHGGCDDGTFDGFGHHHBNHJJK🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

Tehe oh Little Menace Grandma Rhea is not all that innocent here hehe the Rusty Crusty mirror with her equally Dusty husband says that loud and clear. Literally.

Kronos isn’t actually inside the mirror but projecting his broken, liquid-like form is the best & only way he can have a face 2 face conversation rn hehehe

pfffffff Kronos insulting this. This child is so Elderly of him/j like omg man find something better to do with ur free time than picking on a child fuckin’ looser-/affectionate it’s entirely his fault he has no social skills with kids haha.

Ahhh a Prophecy, makes sense for this story + makes sense Kronos wud be probably worrying, or at least be annoyed by The Fates just a bit srs H.E! Anon you’re carrying the basic story rn thank you :D.

and finally bc I take forever to answer-…

#3: EHGHBH6HGG- buckle up Poseidon bc this is ur current life now (keep forgetting + traumatising ur Fucked Up Lover n vice versa & getting adopting by Gremlin Babi 🫶).

waIT- I JUST HAD A THOUGHT.

DO U DO U SEE MY VISION-

Poseidon: this is where I drowned 558 of that coward Odysseus’s men Little Menace…

Little Menace: *squeak* (translation: cowabummer :3)

haha anyway

awwwwwwwww Little Menace trying to braid Poseidon’s hair AWWUUUUUUU— 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Menace bringing lots of weird gifts and bullshit to get her da’s’ attention is frying me I love that 😭.

Menace being a nuisance will 4ever swim around my brain like a crocodile GHDSSWWAGF I’ve said this already but I swear ur writing makes me wanna combust in a good way omg…

HAHAHA POSEIDON JUST SITTING THERE WHILE LITTLE MENACE SLAPS HIS SHOULDER LIKE A KITTEN 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 THEIR SO INCREDIBLY SILLY GHRHYDWDVGDFBJGN💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

again the BRAID 💔💔💔,,,,,,,, I’m ill with toothache from this fluff bleuh/affectionate cries the braid sounds so good cry

but hmmmmm I wonder what the significance behind the diamond is hmmmm is it Penelope’s????? from Olympus???????? something else?????????????? I wonder….

HHHDGAGFVGBFFBGDDDCCDFFF YESSSSSSSS RUN CHILD RUN 🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ TELL THE WHOLE OF GREECE WHO THEIR DEALING WITH NOW—-

I wonder what their original name was HMMMMMMMMMM—

again, Poseidon being the parent that is forced to deal with their child’s tantrums is peak I love it to death GGFHHGFFAFWF THE WHOLE PASSAGE PLUS THE TAGS IN GENERAL:

“(Poseidon often took the longest to grow fond of Little Menace in the loops. He was also the one subject to her antics and tantrums most often (no thanks to his many lessons on ruthlessness, not that she actually understood what that meant - she was somehow immune to his hostility). But he was also the one Little Menace stayed with the longest; Poseidon was almost everywhere and could react to her calls the quickest. She was never lonely at sea.)

“#Poseidon is the type of parent to pretend their sleeping when their child is being to much”

“#but would spring to action ASAP when there is trouble”

Ohhhhhh my godssssss dies in a good way…….

+ POSEIDON N PENNY BEING THE PARENTS THEY RUN TO WHEN THEY HAD A NIGHTMARE NO-OH-OOOOO MY SHAYLAS ☹️☹️

at this point, idk what’s left to say expect oh my god. I love you platonically *internal screaming*.

The Little Menace content is keeping hydrating me and I’m actually excited to see what Ody’s’ interaction is gonna be like/ rubs hands together evilly like fly

Hope you’re doing good irl :D!!!!!! 💜🖤✨

[cosmicourple]

Anon.

Anon don't you dare.

Anon please,,,,

[thehappyendinganon]

Running from Mother

There was a small child in the rain. Penelope could see them from her balcony as the child lay in the grass, watching the sky like it was a sunny day or a starry night, uncaring of the water beating down. And as any good parent - any good adult - should do, Penelope went out to bring the child inside. They ran away the moment Penelope set foot into the garden.

That was how it started.

It became a routine, a distraction from the waiting and the stalling. Something that Penelope could think about other than the coming of the second decade. One without Odysseus. 

She would see the child laying in the garden, in the rain, in the sun, in the night, or in the cold. Each time, Penelope would venture out in hope that this time this child would stay. 

At first, the child would disappear moments after they were spotted. The only proof of their existence being their indent on the grass. Then the visits became longer, food acting as an easy bait for the feral creature as they stole as much as they could carry. The child’s bare feet slapping on the ground was the only warning anyone got before a brown blur whizzed past them. Then Penelope started to sit outside, enjoying the weather for short intervals of time as she waited for the child. 

The child only watched from the bushes, unwilling to get too close but happy to observe Penelope. With this new arrangement, Penelope finally got a good look at them. Brown hair, fluffy and wide, reached past the shoulders of the child - a girl, she was looking at a little girl - while rough bangs almost covered wide blue eyes. Her poor skin was burnt by the Helios’ chariot, the rags (Gods knows where she managed to find those) loose on her all too small frame. Penelope’s heart broke as she continued to watch the child, angry at whoever dared to abandon her and even more determined to bring her inside.

But of course, it would not be easy. 

Penelope would go out, evading the suitors and council members in favour of her quest; sometimes Telemachus would join, accompanied by Agros, ready to catch the mystery child. Of course, the many occupants of the castle took notice. The queen coming out of her room daily after months of stalling already draws stares - and suitors. But the scruffy child she was chasing and leaving food for brought gossip, rumours, and a captive audience. 

Soon, the gawking crowds - either out of boredom or a genuine need to help - spared some of their time to join the chase. Maids and guards tried to block off the child’s escape as she ducked and weaved from arms and legs. More often than not, such attempts would end in piles of people trying to shimmy out of their heavy predicament. 

Suitors would try their own luck; if they were inclined to bruise their pride and join the piles. Considering the suitors were often the first to fall and buried amongst others, Penelope suspected that the child targeted the men first. An occurrence that had started after the men helped themselves to the child’s food.

Eventually, their attempts were met by giggling; quiet at first, but as time went on, her giggles became joyous shrieks. The visits increased in frequency and Penelope would find the chases becoming longer, her chest heaving as the child disappeared once again. 

The chase was turning into a game, one that Penelope intended to win.

So Penelope brought out an assortment of items. Some to aid in the game or something for the child to take for herself. Of course, like the food, the child would take anything as a prize; blankets, bowls, armour, weapons, and in one peculiar chase, a suitor's left sandal. Anything was good.

Everything could be hers. You just wouldn't know it until it was too late.

The previous chase, Penelope used a net. In today's chase, the child had found a new joy in a swishy ‘cape’. 

Delighted giggles filled the air as she used the net to tease the chasers. Letting it drag and wiggle stubbornly on the grass before suddenly yanking it as she jumped away from the dog piling bodies. The child was not the only one laughing. Telemachus along with a team of maids, guards, and suitors chased the menace with breathless guffaws and snorts; their lunges for the net becoming increasingly dramatic before falling short. Everytime they would play up their disappointment, playfully shaking their fists or falling to their knees to belt out their shortcomings to the sky. Their theatrics were rewarded with shrieks of laughter as the child turned to look at them, a wild grin stretching her cheeks, as she stumbled back gleefully. 

Unaware of the person sneaking up to her.

Finally, Penelope caught the little girl, lifting her into the air as she shrieked and wriggled about. 

Cheers filled the garden as everyone realised that Penelope had done the impossible, laughter and merriment still buzzing in the air as they finally caught their breath. Soon, everyone started to split apart, ready to rest from a hard chase or to take a good look at the struggling menace. 

The child in question stilled at the approaching crowd, a small noise leaving her. 

Penelope only cradled the child to herself, ensuring that there would be no escape. The child jolted at the sudden closeness, turning her head to look up at Penelope. Penelope smiled gently at her, gently rubbing the little menace’s fluffy head as she slowly relaxed. Her head rested against Penelope’s chest, seemingly listening to her heartbeat, while her arms - tense and pressed to her own chest - lowered cautiously. Penelope only continued her gentle ministrations. The child let out a soft hum, considering her position as she watched the crowd - thankfully a respectful distance away - cooing over her, before looking back to the ground. 

At this moment, the child made a decision. She shifted in Penelope’s grip, her legs trying to wrap around the queen’s waist as her arms hugged Penelope’s neck. Penelope could only blink as the child made herself comfortable, her breaths evening out as her head rested on Penelope’s shoulder.

The Little Menace was asleep.

[thehappyendinganon]

Odysseus is very tired

Odysseus had been suffering. He has suffered for years as Gods, mortals, monsters, and time itself worked together to wear him down. Even now he suffers, as the familiar shores of Ithaca forms on the horizon. He knows that Poseidon waits for him, ready to drown the mortal he deems a coward. 

And yet, it was normal. 

Painfully familiar…

And somehow better than the mess he was forced to bear witness to since Ogygia.

“Odysseus of Ithaca.” A familiar voice floated just above his head, and Odysseus didn't need to turn his head to know that Hermes was fluttering around the open air. Instead, he stared straight into the horizon. Soon Poseidon will appear, ready to enact his vengeance, to tell Odysseus to step into the water to hone in the lesson of ruthlessness. 

It was something familiar, something that’ll bring back…  

Normalcy…

Yes…some normalcy for the circus he has been subjected to.

“Ody, darling,” Hermes whined, pointing a finger into Odysseus’ cheek, “whatever is the matter? Aren’t you glad to see little ol’ me?” Hermes rolled into view, a relaxed and mischievous smile painting Hermes’ face. 

Until he saw Odysseus’ face.

“Fates above!” Hermes recoiled, hand over his chest as he got a good look at Odysseus. “Darling? What happened to you?” 

Odysseus sighed, well aware of the scars marking past deaths littered on him. Recently, the newest marks of the past have been growing feathers. The tiny additions were stained purple, they desperately pushed for space in awkward patches. Everytime a loop ended, the patches would spread. Like mold unchecked.

Odysseus would not spare Hermes any answers; will not even try to bother. The Messenger God, his great grandfather, had never asked any questions before. Though he did spare several worried glances. No, with Odysseus so close to Ithaca, Hermes’ attention would force itself on an entirely different matter.

“Your eyes, darling.” Hermes fussed, his hands titling Odysseus’ face right and left. “Oh, they’ve got terrible, terrible bags.” The god tutted, hands moving to his hips. Odysseus, as always, gave him an incredulous stare. He knew it was coming, but the appalled feelings never faded - Odysseus would say that it had only gotten stronger.

“I know you’re desperate to see your wife, Odysseus of Ithaca, but you shouldn’t taint your touching reunion with bad skin.” Hermes shook his head and Odysseus had to bring his hands back to his face. Truly, Hermes had some interesting priorities. 

Should he just pray to Poseidon? Would that hasten his dramatic reveal upon Ithaca’s shores? Odysseus knows he has asked himself this before, and had actually attempted it in previous loops. But yet, he was always left aghast at Hermes’ questions; Gods truly had the strangest priorities. 

Hermes, uncaring of Odysseus’ inner plight, continued to scold him; apparently his great grandson’s appearance was far more important than his original goal. Or their present company.

Odysseus could not have found more relief hearing the squeaks of the very cause of his crushing plight. Tugging insistently at Hermes' leg, the child that had started the mess stood on one of Scylla’s heads. Cheeks puffed out as she tried to pull the messenger god away from Odysseus. With no such luck.

Odysseus sighed, standing up to move from one head to another and picked up the little menace. Whose unrepentant face was covered in dirt and soot. Closer to Hermes face, the child let out a loud squeak, one that sounded rather put out with the god’s presence. 

Uncaring of the tiny one’s sooty appearance - or more of Scylla’s heads joining the unsolicited skin care advice - Hermes cooed at the child.

“Now, who is this little dear?” Hermes’ reached out to start pinching dirty cheeks, redirecting his fussy energy to the child. Odysseus scoffed, readjusting the child in his grip to prepare for her volatile moods. If the events at Ogygia taught Odysseus anything, it was that the child was above the divine power of wrathful Gods. The vicious bites she had given Calypso could attest to that. Said child only stared at the god, as he continued to fuss over her; quiet like she was with Calypso. 

Though she did growl when Hermes only chuckled at the unsuccessful attempt of swatting hands.

“Now, now Ody, I must ask darling. How did you get off Ogygia?” Hermes leaned into Odysseus’ space, a curious smile filling the man’s view. “Zeus was so very vexed; Athena threw a fantastic trial and you just disappeared.” Hermes hummed, backing away when Scylla’s heads started growling.

“Though,” Hermes tapped a finger against his chin as he stared at the child, “this sooty cutie does explain the raging bonfire on Ogygia.” Hermes rubbed the head of the child, uncaring of the soot now staining his own hands.

Odysseus, so very tired, cast his gaze to the sky. He should’ve seduced Zeus this loop.

~

Odysseus did end up praying to Poseidon - and Zeus for good measure.

Unfortunately, neither God were particularly helpful when faced with Scylla charmed by a sooty child. A helpful protector.

Penelope, bless his beloved, simply took the unexpected guest in stride.

Oddly enough, the child had disappeared before Odysseus could present her too Penelope.

(Odysseus had only met Little Menace a few loops ago. It would, shamefully, take a few more loops before he realised the child remembered the pasts undone. He had also been taking the child to Ithaca as per Penelope's request several loops ago. However, the child would disappear the moment Odysseus touched Ithaca.)

[thehappyendinganon]

The Godly Siblings; Athena

Little Menace, just like any other child, had favourite places to sleep in. Though, her own places to nap can be strange.

Zeus discovered this relatively quickly himself. 

“Father,” The voice of Athena echoed through the halls of the throne room, her face set in determination. She wanted something, just as she always had when calling for him. Still, Zeus sat up straighter on his throne. He had no reason to deny her. 

Yet. 

The Goddess of Wisdom and War, kneeled before the King of Gods, her head lowered and eyes closed as she had done many times before. And just like those many times before, Athena’s body was taunt like a bow; ready to plead her case. Ready for anything. 

“Squeak!” Except for that.

A squeak, muffled but still heard by the two Gods, completely changed the atmosphere of the throne room. One moment it was tense and heavy, the next awkward and silent. There was no reasonable explanation for such a sound. Especially if it came directly from Zeus.

“Athena,” Zeus shouldered on, trying to salvage the situation, his own voice echoing in the halls. Almost like it was trying to indimitate the memory of the squeak into disappearing. Athena moved back to her feet, but her face had lost its purposeful expression. If anything she looked slightly mystified.

Zeus waved a hand; if it was to bring Athena’s attention back to himself or to dispel the awkward atmosphere, both Gods couldn’t tell. Only the former was successful. 

“Tell me daughter, why do you call for my assistance?” Zeus shifted in his throne, trying to bring all of the attention back to Athena. Unfortunately, this only worsened the problem as another squeak, louder and clearer, once again made itself known. It was fortunate for Zeus’ pride that only Athena was present to witness this bizarre situation. 

She would, at the very least, ask questions after she got what she needed. Plenty of time for Zeus as he had something important to do. Like paperwork. 

Yes, paperwork…

“Father,” Athena started, valiantly ignoring a new shuffling noise also coming from Zeus, “I have come to ask a favour.” She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. Athena’s gaze lingering at Zeus’ hair, which had started to wobble suspiciously, had nothing to do with it. Most certainly nothing at all.

She did not take a step back, nor let out a startled squawk, when a little head poked out of Zeus’ wobbling head of hair. Furthermore, Athena would be quite insistent - in a far, far future - that she did not stumble back when the owner of the little head rushed over to attack her leg. Athena would note that the attack was particularly ineffective, for the child - yes, she realised at that point it was her father’s unnamed ward - simply clung to her leg.

Zeus, unhelpful as he typically was, only let out a startled bark of laughter.

~

This is the first time Little Menace ever meets Athena. But yet, Little Menace felt a kinship the moment she lay eyes upon her older sister.

It just might be the hair though; its fluffy. Just like her own. Just like Dad's.

Zeus, on the other hand, is very glad that no one is questioning how Little Menace stay hidden in his hair for so long. He didn't even know she was in there in the first place!

Now Zeus takes care to check if there aren't any passengers in his cloudy locks. This happens multiple loops (Odysseus had the pleasure of seeing this multiple times).

[thehappyendinganon]

The Second Parent; Zeus

Zeus was familiar with doors slamming open. In the past, it meant Hera had found another one of his affairs; ready to scream and vent her righteous anger on him. In the past, those moments had been months apart.

But now, with the stomps heading to his bedroom - “Zeus!” - and his name punctuated by the 3rd door slam of this week, Zeus would have to get used to his doors bruising his walls more frequently.

“Control this menace!” Hera’s yell was the only warning Zeus got before she dropped something into Zeus’ open palms. Or rather, someone.

Standing up, dizzy and unbalanced, a menace rested against Zeus’ thumb, trying to figure out where she was now. Upon noticing him, the little girl let out a delighted squeak, waving her hand wildly in greeting. Zeus grinned back, gently patting her with a finger before turning his attention back to his irate wife.

“Well?” Zeus leaned back, excited for whatever explanation Hera would have for her anger; it was rare for her to get upset at their unexpected ward, much less angry at the child’s antics. The God Queen took a deep breath, her hand resting on her forehead as she glared at the child rocking on her feet. The little one’s gleeful and guilt free expression being a stark contrast to Hera’s mood. 

“She snuck into my orchard,” Zeus straightened up as he stared at the little girl, “ran circles around the Hesperides and Ladon before climbing up the apple tree.” Hera sighed, gracefully falling into the nearest chair. Her irritated tone became resigned as she looked back at Zeus, trying to muster up more rage at the child’s audacity.

“She tried to eat an apple after swiping it off a branch - the Hesperides stopped her in time - but I dread to think what would happen if she tried again.” Hera grimaced as she remembered the mess that the child undoubtedly made. Zeus stayed silent for a moment, taking the time to process as he regarded his ward, now sitting on his palm.

“Truly?” His voice somewhat dazed. The little ward, uncaring of the trouble she caused, dangled her body off Zeus’ hand. Her steady grip on his middle finger kept her afloat as she swung her body back and forth.

Hera nodded, her mouth set in a thin line as she eyed the child, waiting for Zeus’ verdict. No matter how fond she was of the girl, their ward still had to face some form of punishment.

Unfortunately, Hera’s day would not improve as Zeus let out a bellowing laugh, suddenly tossing the child up and catching her as she let out uproarious shrieks.

“That’s my girl!”

~

Little Menace's earliest memories included part of Olympus, but she had never known how fun it could actually be! The Gods were always had food on hand and eager to play chase, sometimes they would teach her things or give her gifts. Zeus in particular always looked at her fondly; he never minded the trouble she caused as along as he could join in or laugh.

She was glad to have discovered that before she was accidentally left behind on the forbidden cow island before the next loop.

(Menace had actually spent many different loops in Olympus, she was unable to tell because things rarely change up there. Though she did notice when Hera (or another God) glared a little more then usual (Little Menace didn't notice, but her hair gave her an uncanny similarity to Zeus; even with her brown hair and blue eyes, thus accidentally incriminating Zeus for an affair he actually did not commit))

(Little Menace had also found a mirror in Grandma Rhea's room, it whispered insults at her sometimes. Called her a 'Runt' most often. Other times, it mutter about the Fates and a prophecy. Menace never lingered there.)

[cosmicourple]

Hello again, it’s the Happy Ending Anon of your time travel au. It’s been stuck in my head for so long that my brain worms ended up making an au of your au and added a brand new oc to it. I’ve been calling the au “Little Menace” because the oc is an Absolute Menace to existence (she takes inspiration from watching feral Odysseus, but like pg Menace instead of the usual Greek stuff). 

Essentially, she’s the crow that’s been dropping sticks down your chimney but has yet to be caught (her goal is to adopt you as a family member, OdyPenZeusseidon are the parents (Penelope being the only one actually doing the adopting then being the adoptee; Zeus is there along for the ride but Poseidon and Odysseus were surprised adopted, Poseidon even unknowingly named the oc after a couple of loops (it’s Little Menace, no one can change it, she likes it too much))).

She very much hates Calypso though; she has no understanding what happened between her and Odysseus but Little Menace knows that she upsets Odysseus far more than the time loop can. So she’ll gladly take a metal tray to the island Goddess’s head. Not that she can even reach her head, but the shins are the next best target.

An A.U?????? AND A O.C?????????????? INSPIRED BY ME??????????????????????????????????

OMG ANON is it alright if I call u Happy Ending Anon??? I ADORE THIS YESSSSSSSSS FERAL CHILD TAKING AFTER THEIR FERAL PARENT‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

LMAO she prolly caught Odysseus off guard so badly the first time she interacted w/ him AJFYTHT— a few brain cells tragically died that day 😔 (+ depending at which point in The Loops Little Menace starting interacting with Ody’, he’ll either finally have some comfort in the form of what sounds like a feral Carebear child (AKA when he was outwardly despairing & / or in the early stage of his madness in The Loops) or ur O.C was lucky to have avoided being pinned to the ground with a nearby sharp object and inspected like a prisoner (AKA when Odysseus went full feral madness mode. Prolly the latter which means thank goodness Ody’s’ lil’ oops haven’t rubbed off 🙂).

AHA Penelope is so mother 4 that 😚 but also HA, O.C being like YOU🫵 are my parwent now :3/snorted affectionately.

Zeus being there along for The Ridetm is funny as fuck, my guy just like okay, uh, I guess this thing is,,,somehow adopting me as a parent okay confused smile PLUS Poseidon accidentally giving Little Menace their beautiful name tehehe I’m just imagining this tiny little person bridle style carrying Odysseus like ur my parent now :D while dragging an unconscious Poseidon behind them by the foot 😭.

in general, this O.C cements how much of a weird shock of a poly I want OdyPenZeusseidon 2 be in this A.U, the vibe of the whole relationship(s) situation is funny / sad as shit I love it + I love this O.C 4 that !!!1

and finally fUCK YEAH GIVE THAT SHIT A CONCUSSION / BROKEN KNEES💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥/lh, in the name of Papa AKA Birdman Odysseus ‼️‼️

Gotta admit, the metal tray caught me off guard but I’m all here for it bc it’s peak

I think I’m gonna call ur A.U (+ any other potential A.U’s closely based on / variants of the Blender Timeloop A.U) either Anomaly or Divergence in The Blender: Little Menace A.U :3 still going a bit insane about this ask hahahaha screech

hope u liked my feedback!1!!!11!!!!!

[thehappyendinganon]

Even more Little Menace doodles

The CPR bit has been biting at my brain for ages

[thehappyendinganon]

How writing the next instalment is going:

Me: Okay, putting a kiss here is good

My brain: A kiss? Why are we putting a kiss here? Are you writing romance? No? But why kiss, what do we do after kiss? Kiss? How do we follow this up?

Me: Oh my GOD! We barely passed the first paragraph!

Me:

Me: Wait, H O W do I continue this?

My brain: Exactly.

[thehappyendinganon]

The Fourth Parent; Odysseus

Odysseus was being followed. It was not one of the divine, looking for vengeance or entertainment. Nor was it a monster, protecting its home or hunting for food.

No, it was something familiar. Something worse.

“Captain, help!” Something naughty.

Yelps and shouts erupted from the crew as something blurred around them, tripping them over and giggling. Odysseus only sighed, this was quickly becoming a familiar occurrence. They had landed on a random island, one Odysseus knew was safe from previous loops, to find more food. Just like those times before, there was nothing of worth on this island, but it was safe. 

Safe for rest and sleep, safe from storms and divine rage. And safe - “Captain, move!” - for meeting little rascals with a taste for trouble. 

Odysseus, having done this little reunion multiple times, crouched down; arms open to welcome the little blurr. A joyful squeak echoed in his ear when little arms clung to Odysseus’ neck. Hair blocked the looper’s vision when his cargo nuzzled into him. A moment of peace passed between them, Odysseus relieved knowing that the child was alright. 

He knew that the crew was watching, unable to recall the child as always, and they would have questions and suspicions. But Odyssues had stopped caring for such things - couldn’t care for them. They would never remember, not like her. The last loop had ended with Odysseus being killed on a random island; an unfortunate incident between his crew and the locals. And as always, the little girl was stuck on the island as time rewound. Left to find her own way back to Odysseus. An exhausting journey. 

The child never seemed hurt. But Odysseus wanted her to be safe. 

A hand patted Odysseus’ cheek, a shy call for his attention. Before he could pull away to look at her, the child pushed something into his hand. A happy squeak and hopeful smile was all the encouragement Odysseus needed to look at his newest gift.

A screw shell. It was smooth and whole, Odysseus ran his fingers over it and felt no bumps or serrated edges. It was still wet too, making the lovely pink and red pattern shine in the sun. It was such a small thing, the shell was shorter than his middle finger and thin enough to seem fragile. One may leave it and try to find a bigger shell at a beach or just pass by. It was one shell amongst hundreds of others.

And it was the same one Poseidon had given him last loop. 

Hanging in the middle of a simple necklace made by the child.

Resting on his chest as he lay on the wedding bed with the Sea God and Penelope.

Waiting.

Odysseus drew the child into a hug, shaking. The child stilled slightly, her hands patting him like he was cracking glass; warbled squeaks asking a familiar question. He only gave a tighter hug, hand rubbing the child’s head gently when Odysseus felt her pull away. 

“I’m fine.” Odysseus promised, his voice thick and eyes watery. The child made another warbly squeak, clearly not believing him, but moved to return his hug. Odysseus stood up, lifting the child up and letting her cling to him like a barnacle; uncaring of his crew’s questions and needs. They would get into no trouble here, they haven’t been able to before.

In the island there is a forest, easy to traverse in and enough light peeking through the canopy to see. On this island, there are only a few small birds that can’t bring a satisfying meal to a single man. The same could be said for the schools of tiny fish that frequent the island’s shores or the scattering of wild berries growing in tiny clusters. If a starving man came to this island for salvation, he would find Hermes coming to collect his soul. However, there is something good on this island.

Further inland, perhaps in the middle, there is a clearing. One with a pond holding clear water, safe to drink, and soft grass cradling patches of wildflowers. The sun’s rays shone upon this clearing, warming stones large enough to lay on. A pleasant place to rest. 

One Odysseus had shared with two Gods in pasts that no longer exist.  

Now, Odysseus shares this clearing with a little joy. One who splashes into the pond to hunt for weeds and creatures. Climbs up trees to hang around haphazardly, jumping off to find a new climb to conquer. Sneaking in grasses too short to try and catch a tired man off guard. Someone who brings trouble with terrorised frogs dropped on nosy men’s heads. Someone who brings peace with the small leaves, flowers, and a shell gently woven into feathers pushing for space on his skin. A menace who giggles the day away.

Odysseus smiles, knowing he shares one of his favourite places to the little menace who will remember everything. The one currently nodding off in his lap while he braids flowers into her hair while they watch the darkening sky. He holds her in his lap, stroking her head as she curls into him. Arms wrapped around one another to ensure the other won’t leave. 

They leaned against a tree, firm against Odysseus’ back; its branches and leaves providing a steady cover against the elements. The gentle winds rustled the leaves, bringing cool air to swirl around the pair after their day. The pond’s water rippled as the wind moved around and the tree gifted leaves, making a soft sound as it lapped up on the grass. Eventually, these things were rewarded by small, drowsy breaths. 

Odysseus smiles. Even as his cheeks ache, he doesn’t stop smiling. He knows he has something good to find in every loop. Knows that with all the suffering and the waiting, he is not alone. 

Odysseus smiles, even as sleep starts to call for him.

“Sleep well, my precious menace.”

~

Little Menace had heard more stories of Odysseus than legends and myths of Greats and Divine. At the beginning, she had not known what to make of the conflicting stories. Of the conflicting things she had seen. Later, when Odysseus was finally at rock bottom, she decided to open her arms. And she was given love.

(Odysseus remembered many loops ago, Penelope had asked him if he had seen a little girl. He remembered he had seen her in passing, sometimes hidden behind Telemachus or Penelope herself. But not during this loop. Penelope made him promise that he would find her and bring her home.)

(Strangely enough, during that loop Penelope had an unnatural stain on her face. One that stretched across her face and over her eye like the lashing mark of a whip. It persisted every loop after.)

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The First Parent; Penelope

A giggle drifted out from the bushes as Penelope wandered around the flower beds, making a show of searching for her prize. 

“Where could she be this time?” Penelope wondered out loud, smiling as she heard another giggle just behind her. The bushes quivered as it tried to hide its contents, leaves tangled with fluffy, brown hair. Penelope shook her head, walking past the bushes to head back inside.

“I guess Telemachus can use the next batch of apples for an offering.” She mused out loud, turning her head back to ensure that the little escapee heard her.

“It seems no one else is available to eat them.” 

A small gasp was all Penelope needed to hear as she crouched down to catch the little blurr, wriggling for escape so she could reach the kitchen for more apples. Penelope laughed as the little girl reached out in protest, her prize out of reach while she was trapped in air jail. In the inescapable prison, the child dramatically flopped in defeat, a wobbly pout directed at Penelope. A small plea for freedom and apples.

Penelope laughed again and started to spin around, arms moving her little cargo up and down. Giggles and gasps filled the air even as Penelope fell over, dizzy but grinning. The menace cuddled up to Penelope, her cheeks squishing against her face. Penelope gave her a tight hug back, gently petting the child’s hair.

“I suppose someone wants to eat them after all.”

~

After this, Little Menace would decide to stay on Ithaca forever

~No matter how many times Penelope would forget her, Little Menace wanted to stick with her mother~

~Too bad misfortune had other plans~

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The Blog of the Happy Ending Anon

Creator of Little Menace

Disclaimer: I’m not encouraging incest or any other Greek thing that is currently (and rightfully) frowned upon today

Edit: Ancient Greek thing, like the aforementioned incest

Please no fighting (proper rules will be added if needed)

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Big spoiler for Little Menace

Like the title says, but this was too funny for me not to show

For context, this is the first time I told a friend of mine about the au

I’m the middle text, my friend is the other two

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How Little Menace interprets the world; thrown apples

Apples are delicious. This, Menace knows. She has known this before she was guided to her Mother. Apples are delicious, this is fact.

Apples are often thrown. This, Menace also knows. If the intended target were to catch the apple, cheers would erupt from the onlookers. If the apple was left to fall, a stifling feeling would follow. Little Menace does not like stifling feelings. Stifling feelings mean that she couldn’t explore. Couldn’t run. Couldn’t speak. Stifling feelings meant that she would be alone like the Other One. Stifling feelings made everyone sad.

So Little Menace knows the thrown apple shouldn’t be left alone.

Little Menace knows the Thrown Apples aren’t meant for her, but Menace knows when the apple will be left to fall. So she catches them instead.

Of course she must eat them.

Apples are delicious and the trees made them to be eaten. It would be a shame to waste a good thing. If the Intended of the Thrown Apples did not want them, Little Menace will be happy to take them instead.

~ Or alternatively;

Why Little Menace gets into shenanigans; stolen proposal apples edition