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Threads Undone - Chapter 4

Summary:

It was not as the Fates intended.

There was to be a marriage bed, a son, and twenty years of waiting. But King Icarius denies Odysseus his daughter’s hand, and the thread begins to fray. Penelope of Sparta—clever, quiet, and promised to no man—is swept from her home on a tide of stolen love and war.

Now a stranger in Troy, Penelope is caught between warring gods, mortal ambition, and a war never meant to be hers. As alliances crumble and empires burn, one woman’s defiance may alter the course of fate itself.

And not all myths go as the Fates decree.

Relationship: Penelope/Odysseus, Penelope/Deiphobus (Onesided), Helen/Paris

The wind swiftly drives them across the Ionian Sea but carries no comfort.     Odysseus stands at the prow, a lone figure against the rush of sky and waves. His chlamys cracks like a whip in the wind. Sea-spray clings to his beard and salt stings his lips, but he remains unflinching. Behind him, his men row with practice, their oars biting into the brine with rhythmic force. Their low voices stirring the ship, soft laughter, muttered awe, and their Captain's name passing like a secret between them. Above, Ithaca's banners wave, blue and gold, proud and persistent, the echoes of their homeland left behind.   

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an odypen doodle i drew while listening to Hamilton videos

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heey i guess im on tumblr now huh (i love them)

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Chapter nine of my odypen fanfic, lead me back to you, is officially out!!!

Within his cave, upon his bed of poppies, Morpheus the Dreaming God watched and waited, as he had for months. Unlike other nights, it was not messages from other Gods for various mortals, or the dreams of the King and Queen of Ithaca that drew his attention. Though, he did look at the glowing thread that still connected them, as he often did. In spite of the dark void half of it had vanished within, it had not frayed or dimmed in the slightest. Spring was fast approaching, and soon their dreams would be shared again, though they would still remain separated by the power that kept the island eternally isolated. Gods needed sleep far less than mortals, and so their dreams appeared before him rarely. He needed to keep careful watch, and be ready to spot Athena’s mind when it finally slipped into dreams. He knew it would happen soon: even she, ever-vigilant and with a mind that constantly spun thoughts like an endless spool of thread, needed rest. Though, he thought when he finally saw the glowing form of her mind -- perhaps it was not rest that she was finding as she slept. He knew how to spot a brewing nightmare, and hers was gathering like a storm. Morpheus drew close, and slipped into the dreams of the Goddess Athena.

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Until, I Find My Love

Summary: It was, after all, Odysseus' fault that they were at Ikea. He just didn't realize it would be this much of an undertaking to find his wife.

Relationship: Odysseus/Penelope

It’s his fault they are here. Well, in actuality, it’s both of their faults.  Odysseus had been so insistent that he could still pick his wife up and toss her onto the bed now as he once could in their youth. Penelope doubted her husband, however, as much she secretly hoped he still could; her body had changed so much with her pregnancy and her body continued to cling to the extra weight of carrying their son.  She was delighted as he marched up to her one evening when Ctimene had the baby for a few hours, slinging her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. The brunette giggled as he proclaimed that he was 'going to ravish her' as they crossed onto the threshold of their bedroom. As he promised, he threw his wife onto the bed with ease. The issue only came as their mattress collapsed to the ground abruptly. 

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I just realized I never posted this one here, oops! I do plan on doing more modern aus soon.

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Just wanted to say I absolutely love threads undone so far, I love Penelope trying to force them to acknowledge that despite what they claim she is without a doubt a prisoner.

Additionally, as a Canadian history buff who knows very little about my countries history, what is one of your favourite/most interesting Canadian historical events?

Thank you so much!! I’m so glad you’ve been enjoying it, I honestly think it’s been my best work!

Oooo this is hard, but honestly I really love Indigenous Prairie history. I think a really overlooked aspect of Canadian history is the Metis Road Allowances and the histories surrounding them are really interesting. Maria Campbell’s “Halfbreed,” gives her experiences growing up on the Road Allowances and is an excellent book, as well as Nora Cummings has several pieces online and in print out there about her own experiences.

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Same kiss... 20 years before

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Threads Undone - Chapter 3

Summary:

It was not as the Fates intended.

There was to be a marriage bed, a son, and twenty years of waiting. But King Icarius denies Odysseus his daughter’s hand, and the thread begins to fray. Penelope of Sparta—clever, quiet, and promised to no man—is swept from her home on a tide of stolen love and war.

Now a stranger in Troy, Penelope is caught between warring gods, mortal ambition, and a war never meant to be hers. As alliances crumble and empires burn, one woman’s defiance may alter the course of fate itself.

And not all myths go as the Fates decree.

Relationship: Penelope/Odysseus, Penelope/Deiphobus (Onesided), Helen/Paris

The sea breeze stings Penelope's face with salt and chill as the ship finally docks in Troy early in the morning. The air is thick with the sounds of the bustling port. Workers shouting, ships creaking, and the low murmurs of soldiers waiting on the pier. In the distance, the great walls of Troy loom like an ancient fortress, striking a chord deep within her, but it is a bitter note. There is no triumph in this arrival, no celebration. Only the gnawing ache of being far from her home. Penelope stands at the bow of the ship, her knuckles whitening as she grips the rail. Her focus is startled as a hand lightly touches her elbow, her head wrenching at the offender. Prince Hector stands next to her, that guilty look that has marred his face these past days still present.  "Princess," he calls gently, his voice lost in the chorus of rope and shouting from the deck. "You will catch cold if you linger in the wind much longer."  

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When [Penelope] awakens after the slaughter and hears the news that Eurycleia brings her, she cannot at first believe that it is truly Odysseus who accomplished it (her skepticism mirrors the earlier suspiciousness of her husband; both Odysseus and Penelope need to learn that there is a time for trust and acceptance to supersede disbelief). Instead, Penelope supposes it must be a god who has come down from Olympus to punish the suitors for their villainy. The scene which follows shows Penelope, in the midst of her confusion and doubt, formulating a plan to test the identity of the stranger. Once before, in Book 19, she had attempted to do so ('Now, stranger, I have it in my mind to test you'), but there Odysseus had sidestepped. Now we see the tables turned, the biter bit, in the famous counter-test of the bed. Here Odysseus' celebrated caution and control vanish, and he bursts with indignation. This scene not only trumps Odysseus' previous testing and Penelope's own failure in book 19; Penelope here also goes on better than Athene in Book 13, for even Athene, though she deceived Odysseus and he failed to recognize her, could not make him give himself away: Impasse. Penelope is the only person who could outwit Odysseus in such a test, and this shows, like many other details and parallelisms between them, how well matched husband and wife truly are. Further, it is not just the test itself, Odysseus knowledge of their secret, which makes Penelope believe in him, but his moment of angry passion, of uncontrolled emotion. As commentators have pointed out, a god would have known the truth [...] The automatic, unthinking surge of anger at the thought of his bed, his wonderful creation, being violated is wholly human.

—Richard B. Rutherford, 'The Philosophy of the Odyssey'

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Young Odysseus and Penelope before the horrors™ (the trojan war) from my fic "The Dream of You"!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64653187

commissioned from the talented @justvea18! tysm for this!! 🩷

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Threads Undone - Chapter 2

Summary:

It was not as the Fates intended.

There was to be a marriage bed, a son, and twenty years of waiting. But King Icarius denies Odysseus his daughter’s hand, and the thread begins to fray. Penelope of Sparta—clever, quiet, and promised to no man—is swept from her home on a tide of stolen love and war.

Now a stranger in Troy, Penelope is caught between warring gods, mortal ambition, and a war never meant to be hers. As alliances crumble and empires burn, one woman’s defiance may alter the course of fate itself.

And not all myths go as the Fates decree.

Relationship: Penelope/Odysseus, Penelope/Deiphobus (Onesided), Helen/Paris

Wild thyme brushes against the wild wind, its purple blooms trembling with each gust, casting their honeyed perfume across the sloping hills of Ithaca. The scent mingles with the sun-warmed lanolin of the flocks and the musk of sweat and earth clinging to the shepherds' skin. From a distance, the men look like dark specks scattered across a green canvas, their herded sheep no more than drifting constellations of white along the hillside.  A lamb cries out, its voice sharp, high-pitched and uncertain- its legs too long for its tiny frame as it trembles with every wobbly step along the rocky incline. Its bleat slices through the wind like a call for help. Odysseus is the first to move; his stride is loose and practiced from a life of walking on uneven ground. He catches the creature gently, his fingers firm and sure beneath its damp belly. Laughter catches in his throat, not from humour but from the simple delight of working with his hands.  "Careful, my king," comes a call from behind him, loud and teasing. "If you keep pampering the lambs like princesses, they will demand rooms in the palace by dusk." 

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Threads Undone - Chapter 1

Summary:

It was not as the Fates intended.

There was to be a marriage bed, a son, and twenty years of waiting. But King Icarius denies Odysseus his daughter’s hand, and the thread begins to fray. Penelope of Sparta—clever, quiet, and promised to no man—is swept from her home on a tide of stolen love and war.

Now a stranger in Troy, Penelope is caught between warring gods, mortal ambition, and a war never meant to be hers. As alliances crumble and empires burn, one woman’s defiance may alter the course of fate itself.

And not all myths go as the Fates decree.

Relationship: Penelope/Odysseus, Penelope/Deiphobus (Onesided), Helen/Paris

The cacophony of laughter echoes throughout the halls of Sparta, the palace thrumming with merriment. Torchlight flickers from tall iron sconces, dancing across alabaster columns and weaved tapestries whispering with victories and histories. The air is heavy with the scent of roast boar, honeyed wine, and blooming laurels. It is a cause for celebration, a mark of diplomacy, not war, with the arrival of Trojan envoys at Sparta’s gates.   Penelope watches from her father’s side, the silk of her sapphire-coloured gown shimmering like the sea beneath the torchlight. Her dark curls carefully pinned with pearls away from her face, revealing her high cheekbones and keen, intelligent eyes. She tilts her goblet just enough to hide her mouth as she overhears a crude jest from one of the nearby lords. Her lips curl against the rim of the bronze, attempting to hide her smile, mindful of her father’s stern presence at her side.  

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Threads Undone - Prologue

Summary:

It was not as the Fates intended.

There was to be a marriage bed, a son, and twenty years of waiting. But King Icarius denies Odysseus, his daughter’s hand, and the thread begins to fray. Penelope of Sparta—clever, quiet, and promised to no man—is swept from her home on a tide of stolen love and war.

Now a stranger in Troy, Penelope is caught between warring gods, mortal ambition, and a war never meant to be hers. As alliances crumble and empires burn, one woman’s defiance may alter the course of fate itself.

And not all myths go as the Fates decree.

Relationship: Penelope/Odysseus, Penelope/Deiphobus (Onesided), Helen/Paris

Thread-thin sandals drift with soft steps across the cold stone floor, their delicate motion tracing the slow ebb of time itself. The air is thick with the scent of incense and the ancient weight of destiny—the lingering vestige of the Fates’ presence in the world. Three figures, ageless as the heavens themselves, stand before a loom woven with the threads of mortal lives.   The soft rustle of flowing linen and the glint of silver-white hair, braided in tight, intricate patterns on the crowns of their heads hold otherworldly elegance. They are time incarnate, the weavers and unravellers of all that is and ever will be.   At the loom, Lachesis stands motionless, her weathered fingers pausing above a strand of tangled thread. The light of a thousand stars glimmering faintly with it, a vibrant thread which refuses to be still. Her eyes, dark as the abyss between worlds, study it intently, watching the dance of fate and choice.   “This was not the weave,” She whispers, soft and insistent.  

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Red Dress Day

National Day of remembrance and activism honouring the lives of Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women, Girls, and Two-Spirited People (MMIWG2S+).

Indigenous women, girls and 2 Spirited people face a human rights crisis in Canada, the violence that they face amounts to genocide called by the MMIWG Report. It is not just a crisis – it is a national shame. Canada has built systems that disappear Indigenous women from the Indian Act to modern policing. These broken structures are doing what they were designee to do: erase Indigenous presence, silence Indigenous voices, and sever Indigenous futures. (Amnesty International)

'If she was white, she would still be here'

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All of them lived happily ever after and nothing bad ever happened, trust me 🥹

Follow up: The wedding

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And I've been waiting...

Waiting...

Waiting...

Waiting...

...For you.

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Rise to Me Chapter 42 - September 1947

Summary: 1947. It had been nearly four years since she had received a letter from her sister. Now with the end of the war and her impending wedding, Anna Rendelle is more determined than ever to find her sister.

1943. All her life Elsa Rendelle had been told to be good, know her place and to marry well. When an opportunity arises to make something of herself, finding herself in Occupied France as a part of a larger network of secret agents.

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Anna/Kristoff, Elsa/Honeymaren, Anna/Hans (Briefly) 

Vancouver, Canada - September, 3 1947

The rain had finally subsided, leaving the city streets slick and glistening. Puddles shine under the glow of the Vancouver streetlamps, and the air is thick with the scent of wet pavement and petrichor. It is a quiet Vancouver night, only interrupted by the occasional hiss of a car passing by.

The two walk with their arms linked together down a narrow side street, their steps slow and unhurried as they often were now. They do not need to rush constantly; they have the rest of their lives. However, Honeymaren had a purposeful air about her that night, attempting to mask it behind small talk about their days and pressing Elsa further about her students.

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