#odie thoughts

[oat-pup]

don't think i don't see you guys 🤔

[callsign-swan]

I'm gonna see about pre booking thunderbolts later 🤭🤭

[bruciemilf]

“You don't think I know my own palace? I built it.”

[ochiody]

theyre literally already married

[hollis-art]

i see them everywhere...

[paincest]

epic au where odysseus comes home 10 years earlier but that means meeting his son when he was just an immature spoiled mommy's boy who can't accept that his gorgeous elegant queen mother is dating this Rat covered in dirt and blood

[nothing-impt]

More Tiresias angst :D (What if maybe, just maybe he was reluctant in being a prophet?)

Edit: Once again my comic panels are wonky cause Concepts is limited and I suck at formatting :’ Edit edit: I just wanted to point out in the original myth, Tiresias does end up in Asphodel but I wanted to make him more tragic lol))

I put Anticlea in Asphodel and Polites in Elysium, but Polites visits her sometimes :D

[dreamsy990]

drew some of my fav ody designs! wasnt originally meant to be also replicating the styles but thats sort of just how my brain works. except i didnt copy the lineart styles of anyone here so its DEFINITELY a bit uncanny for a couple of these (LOOKING AT YOU QINNY IM SO SORRY) but whatever

the designs featured here (from left to right) belong to: me, @gigizetz, @neal-illustrator, @irunaki, @bigidiotenergytm, @qinnyanimation, and @foopsie-daisy

[totallynotsam]

drew this a few months ago (and redrew it) based on a fic im going to try to finish where Eurylochus faints then mistakes Odysseus for Ctimene <3 (this had to have happened at least once you can't convince me otherwise)

update: here's the fic! https://archiveofourown.org/works/64929496

[bigidiotenergytm]

so when can my poseidon chomp on your ody… he’s hungry.

be fed giant fish idiot

oh but also

[kizykoolors]

FINALLY, AFTER A TON OF SKETCHES and procastinating

My designs of Apollo and Hermes are finally complete!! Their designs were highly inspired by Wolfythewitch, Aniflamma ans Gigizets (i don't wanna ping them for this hajsva) and I am VERY proud of them, i didn't imagine myself to make designs like these and woah! I actually did manage to make banger designs!! :DDD

[oat-pup]

art is a beautiful thing in any form, especially drawn, take pride in your work, it's beautiful

[scyllas-dogs]

HGGFSSSDHGXX- ur Zeus x Odysseus content is keeping me going aaaaaaaaa- god(s), Zeus catching feels for this lil’ jackass n then being sad when he goes back to the people he actually wants to be with is so juicy mmmmm- love that kinda thing hehe drama, drama everywhere >:]]]

zeus actually somehow retains negative rizz when he cant figure out how to seduce someone

[rowyndodendron]

Diomedes really cranked the "simp-o-meter for Odysseus" from 0 to 12 in approximately 0.6 seconds in book 10 (choose ur spy buddy) and im snort-laughing.

Partially because of how Unnecessarily Extra Diomedes is.

And then even more so because of how Extremely Done Odysseus is in his reply (every time he uses the "long-suffering Odysseus" epithet i fucking DIE laughing. I can FEEL the -_-)

But also, because I feel like the opposite is more typical (Odysseus having the flowery flattering speeches and Diomedes just, like, "read at 2pm"-ing him in return):

I am choosing to headcanon that Dio is very subtly/very gently teasing/mocking Odysseus. And that Ody has done the "oh i pick Diomedes the incredible, the unmatchable, unwinnable force of the gods' will!!!" thing to him recently and Dio is now just throwing it back at him in a "do u hear what u sound like when u talk???" Kind of way.

Which is why Ody is peak "i am Unamused by this, diomedes" in the scene. Because he knows he's being gently roasted in a way the others likely won't pick up on/which is Just For Him.

And i think that's beautiful

[somereaderinblue]

Picture this: Imagine your a King on an Island and your wife and love of your life has just given birth to you and her son a few months ago. Everything is blissful٫ you hope to have a peaceful life with parenting your new found bundle of joy with your soulmate as you close your eyes

AND THEN WAKE UP TO THE MOST SHITIEST BOAT VOYAGE EVER IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE WITH YOUR BABY SON IN YOUR ARMS AND THEN SOME TROJAN TWINK PRINCE COMES IN CLAIMING TO BE YOUR NEW HUSBAND AND NOW YOU HAVE TO HANDLE HIS BABY FACE FOR THE NEXT 6-7 YEARS!

Paris: Did you know you talk in your sleep? You kept saying 'Penelope'~

Ody: Yeah, 'cause she's my wife!?!?

At first, Odysseus thought Paris wanted to strong-arm him as an advisor or Athena's favour but nope, this Trojan twink wants him to be his husband & ooooh when Paris mentions Helen being the OG choice that he skilfully outsmarted:

Ody had to be tied to a mast and it wasn't because of sirens.

[witless-winion1]

imagine Polites was in the courtyard for the last battle of Troy. Imagine he looks up from bandaging a comrade’s injury, and sees his friend. Helmet off, head lowered, face pinched in what could only be described as anguish. Polites would have called to him, but he knows better than to interrupt Ody during his Big Brain Thinking moments.

but then his friend raises something into view over the wall; a swaddle of white, and it’s squirming, enough that Polites could see it from where he stands, now frozen in confusion and inexplicable dread. Odysseus loved kids and babies, he wouldn’t harm one for any reason. Hell, he’d cried so hard when Penelope gave birth to Telemachus that he’d nearly passed out from dehydration. He’d spared every child in every battle in this ten-year war.

but his friend extends his arm, holding the swaddle precariously by the ends of the blanket, over the thirty foot drop onto the solid stone ground. The innocent baby just wiggles unconcernedly.

Polites opens his mouth, but whatever he was going to say (because he certainly didn’t know himself) gets caught, and then his friend lets go.

and Polites can’t turn away as the white swaddle falls, a sudden, tiny cry starting from the hidden infant’s throat, that cuts off when it hits the ground, with a sound that Polites never wanted to hear again, and the white turns red.

Out of every horror he’s seen that night, that’s the one he dreams of when he eventually lays his head down to sleep.

He wakes thrashing, falling out of his hammock, and Odysseus’s hand jerks from his shoulder to his side, catching him before he can hit the ground and aggravate whatever minor injuries he got from the last battle.

Polites has always been a very honest person. Since boyhood, since he told his mother was sick because he ate too much sesamous when he was five, confessed to Odysseus and Eurylochus that he didn’t like hunting when he was nine, told his aunt she was too unkind to the less fortunate then them when he was thirteen.

when Odysseus asks him what troubles him, Polites can’t seem to bring himself to admit the truth.

when they sail for home, he forces himself not to avoid his captain. They’ve all done horrible things in the heat of Ares’ domain. but a baby? whispers his conscious.

Shush, he tells it. There’s a logical solution, there has to be.

and yet Odysseus offers none, and he is too cowardly to ask for it, and gods know he cannot make sense of it no matter how he tosses and turns with the rocking ship.

when they reach the island of the Lotus Eaters, Polites smiles at the funky little guys, adoring their blissful grin. He crouches and strokes it, cooing about how soft it is. Odysseus hums, unfazed, and grumpy. Polites can tell he hasn’t slept well the past few weeks. But he reaches down anyway and picks one up under the arms, studying it from every angle while the innocent creature just wiggles unconcernedly in his hands.

Polites can’t help the urge to gently pull the creature from his hands. He smiles to cover whatever tension there is, and places the lotus eater safely in the ground.

he reminds his friend that there’s no need to constantly be suspicious and prone to fighting; why not default to greeting the world with kindness and open arms? Even though trust may get taken advantage of sometimes, it would at least alleviate the risk of unnecessary blood spilled.

and as Odysseus looks away, Polites sees the pain in his eyes, staring at the Lotus eaters as they tumble around with each other. One drops suddenly from a low tree limb, and while Polites manages to stifle his wince, Odysseus is caught just off-guard enough to flinch when it hits the ground with a thump. The lotus eater gets up and ambles off without a scratch.

“This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms,” Polites says softly, reaching out to grasp his friend by the elbow. “I see in your face, there is so much guilt inside your heart…”

Polites could see as the words hit home, his friend’s shoulders drooping as he looks up at him. His eyes are nearly akin to what Argos’s looked like when their ships sailed from Ithaca’s harbor.

“…so why not replace it, and light up the world; here’s how to start…” Polites gently squeezes his arm. “Greet the world with open arms.”

“Greet the world with open arms…” Odysseus repeated softly, leaning into him. Polites let him hide his face in his chest, wrapping him in his arms and letting him hide from the weight of his not-so-secret sins.