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Epic Secret Santa for @absol-and-wolfy

Hope you enjoy!!

Summary: Eurylochus's perspective of what occurred during Scylla.

Eurylochus felt like he could trust his captain again.

They were taking a different route to Ithaca, to try and avoid Poseidon’s storm.

…Which was his fault. A secret he'd still been keeping.

At the time, his trust in Odysseus had wavered, could he really trust him to lead them all back home?

When they encountered the cyclops, that was the first time people in their crew died. Even throughout the entire ten year war in Troy, not a single man died under Odysseus’s command. Then, on what should have been a relatively calm voyage home, not one– but fourteen men died fighting the cyclops. Had they only managed to escape him just by luck?

And one of them, the first one even– was Polites.

So he had brought his concerns to Odysseus when they got to the wind god's island. If they had escaped the cyclops by luck– had the war in Troy only been luck too? Could it be that it wasn't Odysseus’s cunning and careful planning, but mere luck nobody had died? The captain's smart, he knew that, (probably more than anyone in that ship now, since Polites was–) but what if things had gone wrong? What if the Trojan horse failed because the Trojans didn't trust them? What if the cyclops wasn't affected by the lotus? It very well could have been luck that had saved them. And then, what would happen in the future? Even more monsters they would have to face, Odysseus comes up with a plan, a plan that could potentially need luck to work, and what? Does it happen to work?

At what point would Odysseus become reliant on luck? At what point would his luck run out?

Would they all die because of it?

He had brought up his concerns to the captain, because what if this was the moment it all came crashing down? Gods were not to be messed with, after all.

Odysseus had shot down his concerns.

And then he pulled Eurylochus aside, told him that he shouldn't doubt him as the captain, that they should present themselves as unified, else the crew loses their faith.

What Eurylochus heard was that he couldn't question him at all.

Really, could he actually trust him with that?

He still agreed.

Then, Odysseus came down the floating island, with a bag in his hands, and floating creatures behind him. Naturally, someone was bound to ask what was in the bag.

“Something dangerous, friends, we mustn't lag.”

And then the creatures behind him exclaimed, “It's treasure!”

And then, when asked to open the bag, Odysseus yelled, “No, do not!”

He explained that this bag, supposedly, had the storm inside. But after everything that happened so far, could he trust that explanation?

Especially when, over those nine days, he hadn't slept, hadn't stopped guarding the bag, hadn't trusted a single soul, not even Eurylochus, his own second in command.

Eurylochus had thought Odysseus trusted him, but if he didn't, why should he trust him?

So when Odysseus finally fell asleep, when they were home so close, reaching their coast, that's when Eurylochus opened the bag.

As it would turn out, Odysseus wasn't lying.

And then they were taken to the land of the giants, where they encountered Poseidon, where 543 of their men, eleven of their fleets, were wiped out, leaving only forty-three (not counting Odysseus) of them left. All because they had blinded his son. Then, right before Poseidon would have killed them too, Odysseus opened the wind bag, letting them escape. If it weren't for him, they would have all been dead, and it would have been Eurylochus’s fault.

Safe to say, he felt pretty guilty after that.

Not that he had much of a chance to confess after the whole ordeal. When they landed on Circe’s island, he was shot down, then they had to go to the underworld, (and he swore that something was different in Odysseus after seeing the prophet–) then they encountered the sirens and killed them after getting the information they needed.

At this moment however, was a good moment to finally get this off his chest.

He had approached Odysseus, his back towards him, and noticed his odd quietness ever since the sirens and they started taking this different route. He decided to open with that, as a conversation starter.

“You're quiet today.”

There was a beat of silence, before he responded.

“Not much to say.”

It was clear he wasn't going to get much out of him, so he decided to get straight to the point, no matter how scared he was. It was more painful to bear this secret than however Odysseus would react.

“I've got a secret I can no longer keep.” He looked towards the ground, and saw the slightest bit of movement from Odysseus. He was listening. “I opened the wind bag while you were asleep.”

He couldn't bring himself to look up, couldn't bring himself to try looking at his face. There was nothing, not a single sound was uttered from him. He continued, “I'm so sorry!”

Odysseus still hadn't said anything. It was painful, what would happen next after this? “Forgive me!”

At some point, he'd realized he couldn't just stand around waiting for a response that wasn't coming, so he went ahead and started helping around in the ship. Whatever would happen next, he'd face it. It would be what he'd deserve, he was the reason why they were even in this mess in the first place. He placed his trust in Odysseus’s judgement, because all of his doubts in the past were for nothing. Odysseus saved them from Poseidon. When they landed on Circe’s island and had most of their men turned to pigs, it was Odysseus who refused to leave them behind. Even with the sirens, Odysseus had devised a plan to make sure nobody was lost to the sirens. Even back with the cyclops, when viewing it at a different angle, when the cyclops fell, it was Odysseus’s quick thinking that saved them.

Odysseus could be trusted.

Then, he was approached by Odysseus. It was almost hard to see him, due to the cave’s darkness. He said, “Eurylochus, light up six torches.”

He gave an attempt to smile. Who was he to question the order? He said nothing of his confession, and he didn't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. However, if he's willing to give him orders just the same as before, then maybe things will be alright. He doesn't waste much time thinking why only six torches, he doubts he would figure it out anyway.

After he had lighted the torches, he gave five of them away to some of the people on the ship he trusted the most. He kept the sixth one. It felt nice being able to see his surroundings better, the cave was practically pitch black. It would be easier to spot anything suspicious with a light source.

And just as he thought that, he spotted something in the water.

“Captain? Something approaches.”

Then it responded, “Hello.”

He got a clearer view of the monster. Six long necks that grew out of its body, all of them ending with mouths that had some of the sharpest teeth he had ever seen. In the middle, he saw something vaguely humanoid. It looked like it was a woman, but he could tell it was a part of the monster as a whole.

He didn't get a chance to do anything before Odysseus shouted, “Row for your lives!”

It all happened quickly.

The monster attacked them, he heard screams of terror, he heard frantic running. He tried desperately to look at the scene, but all he saw was men taking cover. He could hear the monster saying something, but all he saw was his friends in danger. He ran with the intent of trying to help his friends. He felt something slightly slippery as he ran, it felt gross and thick. It was blood. In the distance, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow taken by one of the heads.

He didn't know how many people were already killed. He prayed that it was zero, he knew that wasn't the case. How many could it be? Two? Three? Four? The sight around him gradually got darker. It wasn't the time to try and figure it out. He saw someone fall, he rushed over there as fast as he could, before anything could happen to that man.

He was still holding the torch, he realized. He opted to give it to someone else who was running the opposite direction. He helped the man up, and the man ran off the moment he got to his feet. He heard another scream, closer and behind him. He turned around, and all he saw was blood splattered and a torch falling to the ground.

It was the person he had given the torch to.

“Eurylochus, light up six torches.”

And then it all made sense.

He couldn't dwell on the information right then, because he had to do something. He looked around the ship, desperately looking for any light. There stood only one light, a man frantically waving his torch around, with a fearful expression on his face.

Eurylochus tried calling out to him, tried to warn him, but then he saw one of its mouths swiftly move towards the man, and he knew he was dead.

The attack had stopped after that. The ship escaped the cave covered in a gory mess.

Six heads. Six torches. Six people dead.

One of them would have been Eurylochus. Had he not given his torch away, he would have perished too.

He had inadvertently killed one of his friends.

Even when faced with that fact, all Eurylochus could think about was who gave the order in the first place. The one who tried to kill him. The one who killed six of their friends.

He couldn't trust his captain anymore.

Odysseus stood at the front of the ship facing forward, and Eurylochus saw no remorse from him.

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Getting sick is wack guys 0/10 I do not recommend.

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ACKK I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

I'm going to go into more detail on how much I love this later when I'm not in the middle of traveling but

"There is a tinge of recognition in his breast."

Did. Did you mean breath? Or am I missing something.

EITHER WAY I JUST WANT TO LET YOU KNOW RIGHT NOW HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS THANK YOU SO MUCH

Epic Secret Santa for @falselyemmit

I was a last-minute addition to this secret Santa exchange, so I hope you enjoy! The following is a one-shot surrounding Tiresias vision and the prophecy given to Odysseus.

He knew the King would squint and his mouth gape when he proclaimed, “I see”. Since his life, Tiresias had been blind in life, and in death it had followed him to Hades. He knew by his staff he was on the edge of a precipice, and stretching before him: the ever-flowing streams of past and future, running free.

In the world above, no man, no god, no anything had ever believed his prophecy. No, only after they had come to pass. “There is a world where I help you get home.” the prophet offers. But the strands of time dance before him, and he can see that this King of Ithaca, like the King of Thebes before him, will not listen. “But that’s not a world I know. 

Still, he describes the swirling waltz of events that play before him, for perhaps by telling this tale, the dance before him will shift again. 

“I see a song of past romance,” he says, watching the King aboard his boat, conversing with a woman-like creature on a rocky protrusion. When six torches alight and six dark swirls devour them, he states simply “I see the sacrifice of man.”

The threads of past and future entwine, and Tiresias watches a gust of wind as it escapes from a sack cloth bag upon the ship. A sack, he notes, surrounded by a group that includes the captain’s first mate. There is crack of thunder, and two men face each other, swords drawn. Their faces are obscured, but he can only see that which pertains to whom he prophesies. “I see portrayals of betrayals and a brothers final stand.”

“I see you on the brink of death,” he says, watching an old man's chest raise sharply, then never again. A young man holds him against his chest, crying out. A spear, bloodied, lays asunder. A bloody mark mars his chest. The threads twirl away “I see you draw you final breath. I see a man who gets to make it out alive. But… it’s not longer you.” 

And truly, it is not. Too much time has passed. This King still remembers who he was when he first sailed from Ithaca. A bright eyed, untested general not quite of three decades; now, nearer the age at which the prophet died than when he left for war. The King laments his prophecy, does not believe it. The streams twist and curl, and Tiresias tries to relay a different scene. 

“I see your palace covered in red,” he foretells. It is a most vivid, bright red, bathing walls, floors, and everything else. Also covered are bodies, faces of men come to the castle. Assuming their King has joined the prophet here in the Underworld. “Faces of men who have long believed your dead!”

And suddenly, it is dark. Light glimmers again just as suddenly, revealing a feminine figure on a balcony. At it’s threshold, a man, trailing behind him a massive crossbow. In the moonlight, his visage is haunting - splattered with the red the rest of the bodies are drowned just out of the balconies view. “I see your wife with a man who is haunting. A man…” 

He watches suddenly as the past stream cuts through the future, and violently there appears the legions, the 600 men under their King’s command. Another 100 or so join them, their bodies slain outside his purview. All even more haunting than the gaunt King they pierce with their stare. “...with a trail, of bodies.” 

The King bellows, “Who!?!” Who might this be, sullying his wife? Tiresias shakes his head. The past and future slip apart again. There is a tinge of recognition in his breast. No. No.

No. He still does not believe him. No one ever has. He repeats himself as the same events play out: the King upon his boat, his brother opening some sack, an ensuing fight, the King’s final breath while his son watches. 

But the King will not listen. He can see this too. As everything swims before him, twirling in sync once more, the Prophet can do only this: offer some signs. Signs perhaps the King will take heed of and obey. 

Signs that might perhaps be enough to twist the fates again. 

They flash before him like lightening. 

Siren song.

Scylla’s throat.

Mutiny.

Thunderbolt.

Fight Poseidon. 

Kill all the suitors for love. 

And finally, rising above them all, comes a single, glowing eye. The event that set the King upon the path to him. 

Polyphemus.

He can hear the shuffle of the King's sandals as he hurries back to his boat. No.

No. He will not heed his warnings. Not now.

But perhaps before it is too late.

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i keep forgetting to post here mb yall

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Can someone please make a looping sixhundred strikes/Odysseus stabbing Poseidon video I feel like that would be very funny. Haven't I suffered enough but it's been two hours and Ody's arm is getting sore

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So....

I have no excuse.

I'm back?

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Happy Anniversary to Fossil Fighters Champions and Happy Birthday to Joe Wildwest! ⛏🦖💀

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Can ya blend ZongaZonga from Fossil Fighters: Champions?

Zongazonga from Fossil Fighters: Champions is being blended!!

You cannot save him.

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more fossil fighters fanart!!!

this time the BEAUTIFUL pauleen, teen idol extraordinaire and world's BEST fossil fighter ✨🦖

i can't wait to see more of her story!!! (and continue to poke fun about her mask being a bowl)

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Heard about this yesterday but my tablet died on me but I swear I am mad the audacity some people have??? The fact that Yuzuru had to have a divorce three months after his marriage announcement because of harassment makes me want to punch someone so bad. Its not that hard to respect someone's boundaries.

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Could you blend Dynal from fossil fighters?

Dynal from Fossil Fighters is being blended!!

You cannot save him.

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Happy Halloween guys

Throws this at you

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Hnnrg I vanished guys my bad every once and a while someone should wack me with a stick and tell me to focus and get on track so I can actually do stuff but I'm still doing stuff I swear man

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Uhhh drawing I'm not sure I'm ever going to finish some oc I created while just drawing randomly but yeah

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Internet is kind of wack rn but I want to share something before I forget

You know what I never understood when I was younger? When zz made the whole announcement thing making us a criminal and what not and saying that we'd have to be brought back to him, okay yeah this is bad. Then when we get back and go to him the staff leaders try stopping us but like... you're supposed to bring us to him anyway we're doing the work for you!!

It's been months since I've last replayed and I'm an idiot so honestly I still don't know, but I propose this:

The staff leaders genuinely thought we were going to kill Joe. And honestly? I don't blame them.If I heard the talk of wacking Joe with hammer (which they probably didn't hear actually) from these kids who are actually technically bad guys know I'd think they were trying to kill him too.