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Sorry followers your getting gay cookies for a sec we'll get back to Greek myth in a bit

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Shouldering the shroud

Penelope’s eyes hurt, and it was no wonder why. 

Her nimble fingers unwound another few threads of the shroud, the color distorted in the candlelight. Judging by the amount she had undone, it should be midnight, but from how slow she had been working, it was probably closer to one or two in the morning. 

Her head pounded faintly, and if she could have, she would call a maid or two in, show them the ropes, and collapse into her wedding bed for a light coma while they did the work. But she couldn’t; recently some of the royal staff had been sleeping with the suitors, thinking along the same lines- that she should give up on her Odysseus coming home, choose a new husband, watch Ithaca go to ruins under the bastard’s reign. And if she couldn’t trust them to keep their mouths shut about her scheme, then she would have to do this alone. 

All this, to keep those salivating pigs at bay. 

She wished Odysseus were here. Even if only for a moment, to kiss her head and whisper a few words of encouragement, tell her he was almost home. Even if only for an hour, to sit and listen to her rant about these ‘guests’ taking up space and making trouble, messing with their son, drinking and shouting and leering at her every slim chance they got. Even if only for a night, to hold her in their wedding bed, his warm arms wrapped around her, the same hands that had carved and built their bed and their palace tracing over her face and her body, making sure she knew without a doubt that he loved her, that he would be back any day now, that he missed her and grieved their time spent apart. 

And then she would awaken in the cruel light of Helios’ chariot, and he would be whisked away again, far off to wherever he was right now. 

Her fingers tangled in the strings, her distraction making itself known, and she sighed. 

All this, to buy him time. 

Have patience, Penelope. 

She freed her fingers and refocused on her task. Lately, it had felt like she was unweaving her own heart every night. And the exhaustion didn’t help; she was not as young as she once was, and her body begged her to let it sleep, but she couldn’t stop now, she hadn’t done enough. But her eyes were drooping, and her head ached like that of a regretful drunk’s. She almost snorted, thinking herself in the suitor’s sandals for a brief moment. 

Her mind wandered to Telemachus. His black eye was healing well after that fight with one of the suitors last week. He was like his father in that regard; he always told her the wound he’d obtained from the magical boar had healed within days, and Athena herself had confirmed it. 

She both loved and hated all the ways her son was so much like her husband. Quite a bit of her coloring (and height) was hers. But the way he looked around as he walked, his shining eyes taking everything in…it was Odysseus with her, from wherever he was right now. All that she knew lived and breathed of her husband. She still remembered the first time she’d noticed that sparkle of intelligence in his eyes, when he’d said one of his first words. 

“Mmmamgbaaa..” her son mumbled, his chubby hands reaching up to her. He’d wiggled out of his swaddling cloths again; off course. 

“Mama, can you say that? Ma-ma,” Penelope encouraged softly, swaying her weight from one foot to the other. “Mama.”

“M..ma-m, Ma-ma,” Telemachus babbled, and his feet kicked, giggling happily in response to Penelope’s gasp and smile. “Ma-ma! Mama!”

“Mom?”

Penelope’s eyes snapped open as she gasped and shot up, her forehead flying back from the loom to snap towards the chambers’ doorway. Her hand reached for the dagger she kept on her table, she thought she’d locked the door, had the suitors come to confirm the rumors of their grumbled threats-?

She tripped over her stool as she tried to adjust her stance to prepare, stumbling back and falling-

-until a slender arm caught her around her back. “Mom!”

She blinked, her heart hammering. 

It was Telemachus. Her son. Not some shadowy monster of a man come to ruin her. 

She shuddered as he helped her regain her balance, holding onto his arms, feeling his warmth. 

“Mom, are you alright?” Telemachus murmured, eyeing the dagger clutched in her hand. “I’m sorry I startled you.” 

She sighed, trying to tell her heart to calm itself. “Yes, I’m fine…thank you, honey.” She squeezed his arm briefly. She didn’t have to explain her fear or reaction; they both understood why she kept a dagger close and her nerves on high alert, even at night. Especially at night. 

Her gaze strayed to the still-mostly-woven shroud, and she couldn’t help the slump of her shoulders or the short sigh that escaped her lips. 

“You should rest, Mom.” Telemachus looked over her, no doubt noticing his mother’s dark circles and exhaustion. 

Penelope shook her head. “I can’t. I need to finish this. If I leave it now, I’ll be able to finish it tomorrow. And then I’ll need to chose a suitor to wear the crown.” A grimace flickered over Telemacus’ face, and Penelope knew she wore a similar one. 

“…is there a way I can help?” Telemachus stepped closer to the loom. “Surely unweaving this is not so complicated that I can’t do it, and you can get some rest?”

Penelope hesitated. She couldn’t explain her desire to shoulder this burden alone, but either way, Telemachus was under enough pressure already. 

“Mom, please. The kingdom needs their queen in full health. And you need your strength.” Telemachus looked at her, his face softening to resemble Argos’ famous puppy eyes.  

He’s right…

“…alright. I’ll show you.” Penelope stepped around him, set the dagger aside once more, and sat down, her fingers brushing the threads as she started unweaving them. Her hands held the faintest tremble from exhaustion, and she knew Telemachus noticed, but he said nothing; only nodded as she pointed out the specifics of what to do. 

“Okay. I can take over from here.” He nodded, and gestured for her to stand from the stool. Her behind and back ached something fierce as she slowly obliged. He took her place, his sturdier, younger fingers grasping the threads. His touch was clumsy and inexperienced. But it would do, she thought as he looked up to smile at her. 

“Get some rest, Mom. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Penelope just took in his face for a moment, and for a flash she could see Odysseus, taking a basket of olives from her while she waddled around the castle, her energy sapped by the baby in her womb. His grin as he kissed her cheek and scolded her gently to rest, that she needed her strength for the coming days. 

She definitely needed her strength for the coming days. She could feel it. 

“…thank you, Telemachus.” She bent over slightly and kissed her son’s cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning.” 

yes yes yes but I feel like that should be something we all bond about and not argue about

some people like eurylochus, others don't that's the summary

Dissecting every reason people call Eurylochus a hypocrite because I am sick and tired of defending this poor hungry man.

Eurylochus is not the easy villain or the perfect saint. He is the walking contradiction of the Odyssey and EPIC, and anyone who just calls him a hypocrite without understanding the nuances of his motivations really isn’t paying attention to the full picture. Let’s start with the infamous wind bag fiasco, which happens early enough for Eurylochus to show us his conflict. Yes, he doubts Odysseus’ judgment when it comes to the Wind God’s island, warning him about the risks. And let’s be real, Eurylochus is absolutely right. If you look at the situation, Odysseus is acting impulsively, relying on his wits and bravado, thinking he can control the outcome with the power of his charm. But this? It’s a god’s realm. The gods don’t work on your timetable. At this point, what does Odysseus’ confidence even mean? Eurylochus sees it as reckless, and I agree. Yes, Eurylochus is a bit wary of everything at this point (which might be annoying if you’re Odysseus), but it’s a valid concern. And Odysseus’ reply? It's a bit patronizing. He doesn’t respect Eurylochus’ caution. Instead of listening to his crew member, his second-in-command, Odysseus tells him to stand down and demands blind loyalty. Of course, this sets the stage for Eurylochus’ next crucial transformation. He’s now seen Odysseus as someone who doesn’t care about the real risks or the crew. People LOVE to bring up that line where Eurylochus says he opened the wind bag. Okay, okay, he messed up. But here’s the thing: he knows he messed up, and he admits it. In front of everyone. He’s not hiding it. He’s not making excuses. He’s owning up to it. And people still want to call him a hypocrite? He wasn’t the one who set the trap for the entire crew by opening that wind bag. Odysseus gave some instructions, but he knew the crew was starving and desperate. And then, on top of that, you have the winions stirring the pot, telling everyone there’s treasure in the bag? What did he think would happen? The crew wasn’t exactly in the best headspace to be taking orders from a guy who was clearly not as present as he should have been. You can’t put all the blame on Eurylochus when Odysseus didn’t exactly set them up for success. Everyone was already in a fragile place after the war, and Odysseus should have known better than to leave room for temptation. He was the leader; he should’ve anticipated how bad the temptation would be. Eurylochus gets a little too much flak for something that wasn’t entirely his fault. There’s enough blame to go around for everyone, not just one guy. All of the crew wanted to open the bag, Eurylochus was just the one who did. He represents the voice of the crew. His biggest focus becomes apparent in the Circe Saga, specifically during Puppeteer, when Eurylochus is forced into a brutal choice on Circe’s island. After the men are turned into pigs, Eurylochus has to come to terms with his decision. He’s a pragmatist. He doesn’t trust the island, doesn’t want to gamble their lives on a witch’s promises. So, when Odysseus sends him and the crew to investigate, Eurylochus doesn’t just go along for the ride, he stays behind and urges Odysseus to get out of there. But let’s remember, this moment is a turning point for Eurylochus. He’s scared, yes, but also rational. He was the one who saw the situation from a distance and thought, “This is too risky.” He’s the realist who wants to cut his losses, but it’s important to notice that his fear is the fear of losing more men, not necessarily cowardice. Unlike Odysseus, who acts out of hope, Eurylochus is practical. His attitude here reflects the trauma they’ve been through and how tired he is of losing people. That’s why his frustration boils over later when Odysseus sacrifices men — because Eurylochus has seen enough death.

Now, let’s talk about Scylla. Because this is the moment where everything Eurylochus has learned comes crashing down on him. Remember that vow Odysseus made to him earlier: “There’s no length I wouldn’t go if it was you I had to save”? Well, that sentiment sticks with Eurylochus. He takes that to heart. So when Odysseus makes the decision to sacrifice six men to Scylla, you can see why he snaps. It’s not just that Odysseus is willing to sacrifice them — it’s that he does it without warning, without giving them the choice. Eurylochus feels like Odysseus has abandoned everything he taught him about loyalty. That vow he made? Yeah, it means nothing now. Eurylochus is furious because Odysseus fails him here. He’s been teaching Eurylochus the value of every single life, yet when the time comes to uphold that belief, Odysseus throws it out the window to save himself and his pride. So, of course Eurylochus is mad. And it’s not about the six men dying (because, let’s be real, he’s no saint), it’s about the betrayal. He’s been made to believe in the cause, but now he sees Odysseus as a hypocrite. It stings, and it’s totally justified. This leads us to Mutiny. Eurylochus is right to be mad at Odysseus for sacrificing six men just to save his own skin. Don’t even try to justify that. Odysseus put his own desire to get home ahead of the lives of his crew. Eurylochus did not agree to be cannon fodder for Odysseus’ personal agenda. He wasn’t going to sit back and watch his brothers die without questioning what the heck was going on. So, when Odysseus goes full “sacrifice six for the greater good,” you bet Eurylochus was angry. He wasn’t just upset because they were going to die; he was upset because Odysseus made the decision to send them to their deaths without even consulting them. Eurylochus’ reaction is human, it’s justifiable, and it’s completely rational. He’s not a traitor, he’s someone who realizes that Odysseus’ quest for glory comes at the expense of the people he supposedly cares about. Then we get to the cattle of Helios because apparently everyone’s learnt nothing. Eurylochus has already checked out emotionally. He’s looked at the situation, and for him, the reality of their fate is clear: they’re not going to make it home. They’re already dead in a way, and the gods are just playing with them. So when faced with the opportunity to eat the cows, he sees it as a way to take some control over a situation where they’ve lost all control. His logic isn’t about doing what’s morally right in the eyes of the gods. At least if they’re going to die, they can do it on their own terms — full stomachs, no slow starvation or suffering. It’s a very bleak and cynical perspective, but it’s also realistic. And in a way, it shows a form of wisdom that Odysseus doesn’t have in this moment. Odysseus, of course, refuses to let go of hope. His entire journey is a testament to his stubbornness and unwillingness to give up. That’s his defining trait, and it’s what keeps him going, but it also blinds him to the obvious signs of doom around him. He refuses to accept that the gods are no longer in his favor, that they’ve been punished for their mistakes, and that he’s already sealed their fate. For Odysseus, admitting that they’ve lost would be admitting defeat, and that’s something he can’t stomach. So, instead of facing the reality of the situation, he doubles down on his hope and pride. Eurylochus isn’t the naive one here. He’s not playing the hero’s game. He’s real. He’s already accepted that their journey is doomed, but he refuses to be passive in that fate. He wants to take charge of how they go out. He’s not waiting for divine intervention anymore because, honestly, it hasn’t worked out so well for them so far. He’s out of options and out of faith.

But here’s the darker, more tragic implication: Eurylochus’ perspective is the voice of the crew. His attitude — “We’re never gonna make it home; we’re already doomed” — isn’t just his own individual despair; it’s shared by everyone else around him. The crew is no longer fighting for survival; they’ve been through too much. They’ve seen too many of their comrades die for a cause that seems meaningless at this point (how do you think Perimedes would feel when Elpenor died). They’ve been stranded for so long, constantly at the mercy of the gods, with no real agency over their fates. They’ve lost hope. The entire crew is in a suicidal state of mind, and Eurylochus’ willingness to eat the cows is just the worst tangible sign of that collective despair. He’s the one who finally gives voice to it, like always, but it’s a sentiment that’s been building throughout their journey. He’s come to terms with it in a way that Odysseus has not. In that sense, his desire to eat the cows is almost a form of passive suicide — an attempt to bring some meaning, some control to an already doomed situation. His actions signal a profound loss of the will to live. This attitude is contagious. When Eurylochus speaks, he’s speaking for a crew that’s also checked out, a crew that’s surrendered to the inevitable. They don’t believe in their survival anymore. They’re not thinking about glory or heroism. They’re thinking about getting something out of their final moments, about finding some form of solace in the face of certain death. They no longer care about the gods or their promises. They just want to eat, even if it means defying the divine laws. This is a crew that’s collectively suicidal, mentally exhausted, and emotionally broken. And Eurylochus, in choosing to act, becomes both the catalyst for their final downfall and the embodiment of their emotional exhaustion and surrender.

He doesn’t trust Odysseus anymore. Odysseus promised to bring them home, but where are they? They’re stranded, they’ve lost men, brothers, friends, and the gods keep throwing obstacles in their path. When Odysseus becomes a king in his eyes and no longer a brother, it’s clear: Eurylochus starts thinking about himself, and that definitely doesn’t make him a hypocrite. It makes him human. It makes him someone who’s had enough. So, when the storm hits, and Eurylochus says, “We’re going to die anyway,” it’s not just a defeatist attitude — it’s the voice of someone who’s been burned by his faith in Odysseus too many times. He finally does what Odysseus would have done if he weren’t so obsessed with getting home — he does what’s necessary for survival. It’s harsh, but it’s consistent with his struggle all along. Eurylochus isn’t a hypocrite because he speaks out against Odysseus — he’s just a man who wants to believe in loyalty, but realizes that Odysseus has never really been loyal to anyone but his wife, never his men. It’s a brutal realization, and it’s only when he lashes out in Mutiny that we see the full extent of his disillusionment.

So, before anyone calls Eurylochus a hypocrite, let’s remember that he was the one who had to deal with the consequences of Odysseus’ stubbornness and false promises. He wanted to be the loyal friend, the one who stuck by his leader. But Odysseus made it impossible. Now, he’s just a man broken by the very loyalty he once held dear.

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