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the happy little lamb, happy he committed murder :3

Ok so I had an idea about Ody’s eventual death

Hermes’s smile was tinged with sadness, something unusual for the god. “Hello, old friend.”

“Hello, Hermes.” Odysseus pulled his gaze from his body, wrapped in the funeral shroud lovingly made by Penelope, to the bag in his hands. His fingers clutched it tighter, and he looked up at the messenger god. “Do you think they’ll hate me?”

“They will be angry, but they could never hate their captain.” Hermes took Odysseus’s hand. “It’s time to go.”

Hermes’s hand tightened, so much that Odysseus’s spectral hand would have felt crushed under his godly strength. His feet left the ground, going faster and faster and faster, trailing behind Hermes like the trail of a shooting star. Maybe that’s what he looked like when he delivered souls, Odysseus didn’t know.

His feet touched down on the bank of the river Styx, where over six hundred familiar faces currently waited. Odysseus’s feet hit the ground soundlessly a moment later. This would take some getting used to.

“Goodbye, Odysseus of Ithaca. I’ll… I’ll miss fighting by your side.”

That may have been one of the most genuine things Hermes had ever said. Odysseus smiled and fiddled with his bag. “Hermes? Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, friend, you died,” he said. “Good luck.”

He vanished with a blur of orange light.

Odysseus took a deep breath. It was time.

He walked—slowly, so slowly—towards his old crew. One by one, they turned to face him. Their eyes fell on his bag, and his old, wizened face, proof of a long life. Odysseus wanted to hide it, but he knew he must remain confident in his decisions from all those years ago.

“Comrades.” His eyes fell on two faces he longed to see- one tall, clean-shaven man with dark skin, and one man with a red cloth headband and a mess of curly hair. “Friends. I come after years of keeping you waiting, and for that I beg your forgiveness.” His eyes fell upon Eurylochus. “But I hope that this can sate your desires to leave this place.”

His hands tugged at the string keeping his bag together, and it came undone, almost as if it were waiting for this moment. Six hundred men saw it open, and a murmur went through them. It contained gold—so much gold that they could all get across the river.

Whispers turned to murmurs, but nobody moved forwards to come get a coin. A huge gap remained between Odysseus and the six hundred men he outlived. His shoulders drooped.

One man stepped forwards. Eurylochus of Same, his second in command. He picked out a coin from the bag, then held it up in the air. “Let’s hear it for Odysseus, our captain.”

The murmurs started up again, until the sound of clapping came from the middle of the crowd. Polites.

Ghostly tears flowed down Odysseus’s face as more and more men joined in. They all started to move towards him, cheering for him. Cheering for the life he got to have. Cheering for the chance to finally be together as a crew again.

Thanks for reading! I’d just like to say that my Hermes transportation scene was mostly based on @witless-winion1 ‘s Ctimene fic.

was looking at "The Challenge" from the Ithaca Saga again in the living room when my mom comes up at the line "I'd rather die than go home without the best of you" and is like:

"what if it's not the best of him that comes home?"

and that got me thinking. because like. it's not the best of ody that comes home. it's a version of him that has killed and sacrificed and chosen to be ruthless and is a self-proclaimed monster. he beats up gods and gives up the life of his brother-in-law. he admits it himself; he's not sure penelope will accept him because he knows it's not him that's coming back. he's begging her to fall in love with him again.

and yet she looks under all of what he's done and sees who he really is. he's still the person she met, the man she fell in love with. she doesn't even deny that he's done what he's said he'd done, she's saying she'll love him anyways because at the core of all of that he's still him. he's still hers. she believes everything he's done is out of love for her and their son and that's the best version of him that she knows. he is someone who is absolutely devoted to his family and the people he loves, and she has such confidence in that thought that she hates to hear him ask if she'll fall in love with him again.

because why would she need to when the best of him is standing in front of her eyes?

I agree

I have not seen Wicked and everything I know about that movie is by dashboard contagion but if I go watch that it and that pink and green wanda and cosmo lookin women don't end up together at the end I'm gonna be so disappointed in you guys

Not to be dramatic but i would literally die for them

Negative 5 is a often mood

we usually think of mood as a scale from 1-5, but there's actually a negative scale too, where the frown turns back into a smile, but just a little insane !

Thats such a mood. Bc i did that when i decided to cut my hair all by myself

@strawdool messed up our tiktok streak and so adali has to go bald

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