odysseus and telemachus.

father and son.

they’re going to kill me some day

dont yall need to go back to camp or smthn..... 🤨

— Odysseus

Move aside Odysseus, that girl is mine now.

Anyway, this is my design for Penelope, since I currently have a hyper-fixation with epic the musical and Greek mythology.

I hope you all like it 👉👈

I’ve been thinking a bit more with Penelope’s hair — imagining her as a cool platinum blonde, or even with bold, fantastical shades like purple. But in this particular piece, I feel the black hair really brings her to life. Maybe later I’ll create a full character sheet with different variations, because honestly, there just aren’t enough versions of Penelope out there. For now, meet my black-haired Penelope!

A few extra details — she’s adorned with plenty of pearls, a loving gift from her mother. And those feather earrings? They come from the ducks that rescued her as a baby.

And yes, I know the Mycenaeans didn’t wear their eye makeup like this — that’s entirely an artistic choice. As for any other historical inaccuracies you might spot, I apologize in advance; I’m no historian, just someone having fun with the concept.

I don't know where I am or what this place can be. It would appear some filthy island, with bushes, buildings, and great grunting pigs. A garden choked with weeds; some queen or other. Grass and huge stones . . . Telemachus, my son! To a wanderer the faces of all islands resemble one another. And the mind trips, numbering waves; eyes, sore from sea horizons, run; and the flesh of water stuffs the ears. I can't remember how the war came out; even how old you are--I can't remember.

Grow up, then, my Telemachus, grow strong. Only the gods know if we'll see each other again. You've long since ceased to be that babe before whom I reined in the plowing bullocks. Had it not been for Palamedes' trick we two would still be living in one household. But maybe he was right; away from me you are quite safe from all Oedipal passions, and your dreams, my Telemachus, are blameless.”

[Odysseus to Telemachus - Joseph Brodsky]