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TEH BABY IS HUNTING HIM

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I was able to read everthing!

And it feels so weird seeing Odiseo in a largely english app, hahaha

Telémaco, my beloved!

We're trying to set a time line for the events around the Trojan War since Thetis' marriage. She's judging me for my horrible penmanship. Well try it yourself, bean fingers 🙄

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Your handwritting is so neat! I love it!.

I was able to read almost everything!

We're trying to set a time line for the events around the Trojan War since Thetis' marriage. She's judging me for my horrible penmanship. Well try it yourself, bean fingers 🙄

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For me is:

I see a song of oast romance....

My heart!

I've failed all of you. So many heartbreaking lines, and the one that keeps buzzing in my head is Tiresias saying "I see the sacrifice of mmman"

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For me I think Monster (a little bit tweaked) could have been better in the Troy Saga.

Okay I know tumblr is treating EPIC as if it cleared their skin and watered their crops and I genuinely really really like it the music is excellent but I gotta say this:

I HATE the way it's presenting odysseus' arc and flaws with polyphemus. Like the problem wasn't that he was too NICE?? Where did that come from? The problem was that odysseus was a cocky lil shit and even though he had managed to get away with the nobody trick he went like "actually you got your ass beat by odysseus lol loser". Hybris-nemesis-catharsis is homer 101 and I'm SO annoyed that an entire generation of teenagers is getting this interpretation of the text. A hero giving in to being the "monster" and losing his kindness is a great arc but there are 700 other heroes you could have done that with - not odysseus.

On the other hand, how catchy is Ruthlessness, amirite?

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No way Scott is here!!!! 🫠🫠🫠🫠

A little Watercolor demo I did of Inigo Montoya last week.

I still think the gouache painting I did 10 years prior came out better.

But these are two different mediums. Two different styles. And two different artists (one is me and the other is me 10 years ago).

Sending Big Hugs from the Hobbit Hole. ♥♥♥

Scott

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IRO!!!

This is BEAUTIFULLLLLLL!!!!!!

Epic Odysseus and Tiresias :)

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Hahahaha mine is 32, currently on the 33!

To this moment, how many times have you played the Underworld saga?

OHOHOOHO YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW?

hmm

at least 30

yeah. i've listened to it for at least 5 hours total. i'm not exaggerating

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Is this Ithaca???????

Going home (570 th time)

I'm lost in Spain (6 th time)

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Okay, that's it I'm dead, i can't take this anymlre.

Underworld Saga Sketches

Here are some doodles I’ve done based on the underworld saga (as I listen to it on repeat). I’ll probably do more later-

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Actual image of Odysseus on his way back to Penelope (he’s got to get through the suitors first)

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THIS IS NOT A JOKE

EPIC THE MUSICAL IS TRENDING ON TUMBLR

Let's goooo!!!!!

GUYS EPIC THE MUSICAL IS TRENDING ON TUMBLR. I REPEAT. EPIC THE MUSICAL IS TRENDING ON TUMBLR.

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So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)

Reblog to increase sample size!

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Yes AND ONE HUNDRED TIME YES!!°

something something the fates holding the thread of life and penelope being a weaver constantly unraveling the burial shroud to buy her husband time something something

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There is more!

Streams and moons

Odysseus journey to the underworld

Part 1: Death

The day had come. All of them were around their bed. Penelope was there dazzling as ever, as if the years had never passed sulking the dying king with silver streams. Telemachus beside him as the oak he was: strong, quick, was his father´s image; and all the palace at the feet of mighty Odysseus, at the gaze of the Cunning. He laid there in a nest of leaves and flowers in the middle of a full summer night while the fields toasted by the yearly drought were asking for the needed pearls of the sky.

The night was soft and warm as wool while the gentle summer wind felled the stars before he drew his final breath.

It was a flame that his teary eyes saw, how it flicked like his hard breath. “Penelo..” he tried to say with his raspy voice, clogged with saliva and tears. He couldn't end it though as he felt their tears around the olive bed, their cries and wrath faded as seafoam on the shore.

He felt the seawater in his mouth when dropping closer to the darkness below, as the twigs birthed the stars and his voice echoed in the leaves he knew his limbs were not feeling.

“What if I was a monster?” He thought amidst his tears for the last time as he drew further of the light. As his soul discarded his old body, he remembered glimpses of the pears in their field, he remembered the walls of long fallen Troy, of the infant cries. He remembered the sea, their songs. Her voice.

Before he could think, he was met by a butterfly cloud that had sprung from Penelope's hair, flowers that were born from her eyes; pale and soft as the rosy dawn before in the dark sea their wings became. -“Thanatos” He said while weary of the figure´s silhouette, -“Odysseus son of Laertes, man of many turns, king of rocky Ithaca and fierce warrior of the Argives, your time has come ”. Thanatos said in a solemn speech. -“Did I really…” Odysseus tried to say while his eyes sank deeper in the man's face, he was scared, it was true, the Fates had cut his thread.

[aaronofithaca05]

Streams and moons

Odysseus journey to the underworld

Part 1: Death

The day had come.

All of them were around their bed.

Penelope was there dazzling as ever, as if the years had never passed sulking the dying king with silver streams. Telemachus beside him as the oak he was: strong, quick, was his father´s image; and all the palace at the feet of mighty Odysseus, at the gaze of the Cunning.

He laid there in a nest of leaves and flowers in the middle of a full summer night while the fields toasted by the yearly drought were asking for the needed pearls of the sky.

The night was soft and warm as wool while the gentle summer wind felled the stars before he drew his final breath.

It was a flame that his teary eyes saw, how it flicked like his hard breath.

“Penelo..” he tried to say with his raspy voice, clogged with saliva and tears. He couldn't end it though as he felt their tears around the olive bed, their cries and wrath faded as seafoam on the shore.

He felt the seawater in his mouth when dropping closer to the darkness below, as the twigs birthed the stars and his voice echoed in the leaves he knew his limbs were not feeling.

“What if I was a monster?” He thought amidst his tears for the last time as he drew further of the light. As his soul discarded his old body, he remembered glimpses of the pears in their field, he remembered the walls of long fallen Troy, of the infant cries. He remembered the sea, their songs. Her voice.

Before he could think, he was met by a butterfly cloud that had sprung from Penelope's hair, flowers that were born from her eyes; pale and soft as the rosy dawn before in the dark sea their wings became.

-“Thanatos” He said while weary of the figure´s silhouette,

-“Odysseus son of Laertes, man of many turns, king of rocky Ithaca and fierce warrior of the Argives, your time has come ”. Thanatos said in a solemn speech.

-“Did I really…” Odysseus tried to say while his eyes sank deeper in the man's face, he was scared, it was true, the Fates had cut his thread.

Before Thanatos could lend his hand and let his soul be taken to the Styx, a winged dizzy light appeared before their eyes.

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There relation in a nutshell.

Flirty Ody and "being clueless Dio"

Odysseus: My hands are cold.

Diomedes: Here, let me hold them.

Odysseus: My lips are cold too.

Diomedes: *covers Odysseus’ mouth with his hand*