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Since I saw your animatic of "Hold Them Down," I've been wondering, have you thought about making one of "Odysseus"? I would be excited to see close-ups of Eury, Amphy, and Mel while they sing

I will definitly once i design a few more suitors like Amphimedon, Agelaus, and Leodes just for the ones that are not named in the beginning.

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I reread my siren!Ody AU, wondering again what would happen between Scylla and Thunder Bringer?

Theoretically, in Scylla, 12 boats would have to pass through the cave. In the best case scenario 6 men are killed, in the worst case scenario uhhh… 12 × 6 = 72. 72 men killed. Mutiny happens because everyone thinks Ody let his monster side take the better of him and thunder bringer happens for the same reasons

But is there also a chance that half of the Thunder saga just won't happen? Like. 1 boat goes to the underworld, the others go get food. No need to kill the cow of Mutiny.

The ships could avoid Scylla while Ody swims across because 1- Poseidon is only after him 2- Scylla doesn't attack monsters.

And so they got Ithaca with 88% of living men and 7 years earlier

But then I wonder… what will Poseidon do once he finds out that Ody is ALIVE and home???

So many questions… I should think about this au again

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An idea for The Horse and the Infant

When Odysseus says "Penelope… Penelope… and Telemachus!" He doesn't simply imagine them. He remembers them from the day Penelope gave birth. Holding newborn Telemachus in her arms. Absolutely tired, and yet beautiful like nobody else in Ody's vision <3

Like, imagine Penelope thinking that the moment she was at her lowest in appearance being the exact moment odysseus always thinks about them :(

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If you could add five songs to epic, what would you add?

(Featuring cut songs and/or concepts that were never in Canon or in the songs we've seen so far)

— Man of the House.

Ody's lore, more impact on the suitors' "where is he?" "Time is fleeting it's running out" in Legendary, The Challenge and Odysseus, more Odypen… c'mon Jorge why cut thisssss

— A duet between Penelope and Telemachus.

Do I need to explain? Do I? DO I???????

— Another song in Ogygia.

Not exactly a Calypso song. Just. Explore what happened in those seven years. It's literally what kept Ody away from home 70% his journey back. AND IT'S NEVER MENTIONED AGAIN. WHY

— Odysseus' arrival in Ithaca.

The aftermath of Six Hundred Strike, Ody disguising himself without Athena's help(? Because. Well, she's with Telemachus, she only comes back in ICHBW) Argos' death, Ody remembering his childhood... and the music ends when he arrives at his castle, and then, comes The Challenge.

— A little wolf reprise.

YES we'd need to change the story in this one but hear me out- Telemachus killing Antinous instead of Odysseus. BRO I'D FEEL JUSTIFIED FOR MY BOY!!

And and AND instead of being just Antinous teasing and singing himself 80% of the time, it's a duet. Both taunt each other, both beat each other up, to show that Telemachus reached Antinous' level and he's not as weak as he was in little wolf.

And there are no suitors around, they're running from Ody. Just for him to encounter his son fighting and killing the leader of the suitors.

HEAR ME OOOOOUT!!!

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Rewatching the beauty and the beast

Antinous is 100% a mixture of Scar and Gaston

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Here's an idea for Eurymachus' part in the song "Odysseus"

A group of suitors are running through the palace corridors, the assassin king behind them with a kind of terrifying aura. He doesn't run, he doesn't prepare the arrow, he's just walking fast behind them. Not fast enough to be right behind them, but fast enough to make his presence felt. And that's what he wants, not merely a quick death, no, they threatened his family. They deserved to be frightened until the arrow hit them.

They think they've finally lost him. But they could still feel him nearby, watching. Thinking he wasn't seeing, the group entered a door and locked it in time – except for one. Eurymachus was left behind, at least he wasn't betrayed, because the suitors weren't friends anyway.

He desperately tries to open the door until he hears a thud on the floor. The king had cornered him, and was starting to string his bow, he had to do something if he wanted to get out of that night alive. And quickly.

So he does the obvious, begs for mercy. Begs for the king to have open arms.

Maybe he could've lived if it wasn't for his very particular choice of words, but it's hard to say.

After killing Eurymachus (with the arrow crossing his head. A very particular place to aim coming from Odysseus) the "old" king breaks down the door – it's his house, he could fix it later – and kills the cowards who hid and betrayed his… survival partner, if we can call him that.

After noticing the absurd silence, Odysseus decides to look where he hid the weapons. The night was young. He knew he hadn't killed everyone yet.

Bonus with a headcanon/AU below. It's not exactly important ;)

Eurymachus' father and Penelope's oldest suitor have the same name – Polybus. Even though it contradicts the original story, I headcanon that they're the same person (because, yk, It would be really funny if he was there more to monitor how his son behaves than to win over the queen. Also doubling the chances to have a king in their family is a good idea) so imagine what it would be like if the suitor who locked the door in Eurymachus' face was Polybus, his own father. That's what I call a betrayal.

Also, imagine if Eurymachus was Polites relative. Imagine Odysseus looking in Eurymachus eyes, seeing his best friend's eyes, and then shooting him in the head. Remembering how polite died hit in the head.

Anyways

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This needs more recognition. WATCH. NOW. THAT'S AN ORDER.

It’s donnnnneeeee!!!

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Why does this shit make me fucking sob?! Like after Odysseus goes: “my son I’m finally home!” I just imagine Telemachus throwing his arms around him, in a childlike way (do you know what I mean?) and sobbing into his dad’s chest as he says: “Father how I’ve longed to see you!”

Like I don’t get it… (remembers how you and your dad don’t really get on and hugging him feels like an obligation and him hugging you makes you feel awkward and uncomfortable)

Oh…

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I WANNA BE IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENED!!!

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She's so silly

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The neighbour's kid was babbling. Something normal, yes. But not for someone who just rewatched Neal's just a man animatic.

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Aphrodite sketch

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I offer you my mini Odysseus

Because I think he's cute

And the eye is inspired in your Ody

Awww he’s adorable I love him!!!!

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*taps the mic* Greatsword Lore *leaves*

Based on something Jorge dropped in a stream once

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I love this I love this I love this I love this I-

Can we have some Anti x cal /nf 😭

I have had this one for a while

@irunaki what's the ship called ?

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A new idea for that odydio AU I made a few days ago

Instead of being spited by Poseidon, Diomedes is suffering Ares' fury, and sometimes Aphrodite's! Because. Um. The Iliad book 5.

(If we consider the idea of Aphrodite getting Ody pregnant, which was supposed to be a joke but for some reason people actually liked it) Most of the time, Aphrodite is busy entertaining herself with Ody's suffering from suitors, suitor's boring ahh dads, longing for his lover, the doubt of whether he is alive or not and parenting!

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“Penelopppeeee..”

“Oh gods, he’s doing it again.”

“How many drinks has he had?”

“Two and a half.”

“Real question is, how much wine will it take to get him drunk enough to not remember us shoving something in his mouth so he can’t sing about the queen anymore?”

“I don’t know. Ask Eurylochus, or Polites. They knew Captain before the war, they might have an answer to that.”

“Yeah, you’re right- hey! Eurylochus!”

Eurylochus groaned into his drink. “No…”

“Come on, man. You wanna listen to Captain ramble about his wife all night?” Alexander said, coming up and clapping a hand on Eurylochus’ shoulder as he leaned against the table.

“I have grown fairly immune to such tangents. I’ve heard them since adolescence.”

Alexander groaned and turned to Polites. “What about you? Help out the rest of the crew, wouldja? I don’t care about how sharp the queen’s wit is or how her eyes sparkle with the mystery of a divine goddess.”

Polites laughed at the light-haired man’s complaints. “Four or so drinks should do it, then you can give him some olives and tell him to suck on them. That’ll usually keep him occupied.”

Alexander nodded and went back to Aeson and Yianni with the instructions, while Eurylochus sighed. “Do you really think it is wise to advise the men to treat Odysseus like a child?”

“You know how our friend gets when he’s drunk. You can hardly fault the men for wanting to shut him up.”

“Shu’ who up?”

Polites raised his head and Eurylochus raised his eyebrow as Odysseus stumbled over, a small bowl of olives placed in one hand and a drink in the other.

“Nobody,” Polites dismissed easily, inviting Odysseus to sit with them. “I see you’ve gotten your hands on your favorite snack.”

“Olives,” Odysseus mumbled, plopping heavily into a chair. “They remind me of where I met-”

“Penelope,” all three of them chorused, along with two other men from another table. Odysseus laughed. “My lovely wife. Perhaps I’ll see her tonight if I drink enough for Hypnos to claim me.”

Eurylochus groaned again. “Don’t. Just- eat your olives.”

Odysseus shrugged and popped another fruit into his mouth. “Well, why aren’t you missing your wife? Perhaps you do not love her enough. Perhaps I shouldn’t have given away my dear sister’s hand to you, if you do not-”

“I do miss her. I am simply quieter about it,” Eurylochus defended, as Polites stole one of their friend’s olives. “We need at least one of us sober and not singing about our wife. Otherwise, we would never get this war over with and get home.”

“Pah. I can’t believe you, so secretive about your devotion for your wife.” Odysseus took another sip of his wine, then leaned across the table to whisper conspiratorially to Polites. “I bet if we get enough wine in him, he’ll spill everything.”

“You’re about to spill your drink,” Polites responded, hastily righting the captain’s tilting hand and cup. “And I imagine that would take quite a bit of wine. Eurylochus is a big man.”

Odysseus grumbled, while Eurylochus rolled his eyes and slid one of his indeed large hands under the captain’s elbow to steal an olive from his bowl. “Yeah, well…he’s gotten drunk once or twice before. Younger. I think. We can do it again…”

“Good luck with that,” Polites hummed as Odysseus obviously nudged Eurylochus’ cup. “Come on, my friend! Relax a bit!”

“Yes, ‘lord of lies’…” Eurylochus murmured, but took another, longer sip.

“We’ve run out of olives,” Miron muttered in Polites’ ear, as they (and some of the men that weren’t occupied with their own tipsy nature) watched the captain and his second in command lean on one another, slurring their words together through their overlapping conversation. A younger man, Jonas, was staring at the two from another table with what could only be described as fascination. The two sharpest men Polites knew didn’t even notice.

“Penelopeee..” Odysseus waved his arm around clumsily. “Her hair, as long and black and hypnotizing as the wine-dark sea…”

“Wine?” Eurylochus responded in a dazed mutter, taking another sip from the mentioned. “Ctimene…Ctimene loves wine. She got drunk on our wedding night. She couldn’t stop giggling. Most adorable thing..I’ve ever seen. Had to catch her, carry her to bed.”

Odysseus hiccuped gleefully. “Y’know…Penelope once picked me up! Kinda. Round waist. It was…wow. It was cool.”

“Yes. B’cause you’re short. Shorter then Ctimene.” Eurylochus’ head lolled forward, and his eyebrows raised as he pulled his head back up, though his eyes were closed.

“Nooo.” Odysseus twisted and smacked his arm, getting no reaction except a slight slosh of the wine. “She’s- I’m tall.”

“Wha’ever. Ctimene’s taller then you. And prettier.”

“Well, she’s not- she’s not as pretty as Penelope. And my son will grow up to be taller then her! Telemachus! Telemachus…”

“My wife is incredible. And prettier then Penelope. She’s smart and beautiful and so talented at baking and painting-”

“Huhhgh, baking? She- she nearly poisoned me once!”

“Prob’ly on purpose.”

“Nah!” Odysseus waved his arm and swatted at the almost-empty drink in Eurylochus’ hand. “And Penelope is- I would die for her! Amazing! Carved that bed to- to prove it! With olives!” He gestured at the empty bowl that was full of olives less then fifteen minutes ago.

Eurylochus dragged his eyes open just enough to throw the last few drops of his wine over Odysseus’ hair. “I-I’d die for Ctimene! I’d die defending her and our home and I’d die happy if I last saw her smile before Than’os!”

Odysseus didn’t even notice the wine in his hair. “Thanatos?”

“Thanatos! I’d fight off Thanatos for her! She’d never die!” Eurylochus declared, thrusting his cup into the air and nearly knocking out Sofoklis passing by their table.

“Well, I’d fight all the gods for Penelope! Outsmart them! Get back home to her and Telemachus!”

“And Ctimene!”

“Yeahh!”

“…I think we’ll be fine,” Polites responded to Miron in an undertone. “No harm in them talking about their wives, is there?”

“As long as they don’t jump off the boat and swim back for Ithaca, I suppose,” Miron said.