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First Fics of 2026
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Am I the only one who feels like the hate on Cassandra is driven by Misogyny a little bit?
thatās because it is?? šš
I completely forgot that Rapunzel had a globe in her room
It's so funny to me how Corona is so clearly on the coast yet the globe shows us Corona is clearly landlocked in central France
Caeneus after his transformation probably
Jester and Rapunzel would totally be best friends
WHEREāS MY PALEONTOLOGICALLY ACCURATE POLYPHEMUS?!
WHERE IS HE NOLAN?!
See, hereās the big problem I personally have with Nolanās Odyssey. Or at least one of the problems but
Pieces of greek myth media like Disneyās Hercules, Percy Jackson, Epic the Musical, Mythic Warriors, Mission Odyssey. Heck even the whatever Titans movie is. Attack on Titan, Clash of the Titans. Forgive me Iāve only seen the part with Medusa.
But anyway all these things, yes of course theyāre not accurate. But theyāre not trying to be. I always considered it like a starter pack or even a commercial for actual greek mythology. āLike what you see here kids? Go find Euripides and Homer to learn more!ā
And meanwhile Nolan keeps peddling āTHIS IS THE MOST ACCURATE MOVIEā ā¦.according to who, my guy? Youāve done none of the cultural/historical research, youāve taken out a third of the characters and what feels like half the plot points. In his efforts to make the so called most accurate movie even SPONGEBOB is a more accurate Odyssey interpretation. Freaking SPONGEBOB! This makes Mythic Warriors more accurate and the crew doesnāt even die in that version! Heck, this even makes Brother Where Art Thou more accurate even though that movie has one of the worst Penelopeās to ever exist in cinema.
Nolanās just straight up lying to his audience and expecting no one to call him on it because he made a good technical film with IMAX and a famous cast.
via Tom Caulfield on Instagram: Does anyone remember Varian from Tangled the series? Hereās a sequence I boarded where Varian has a vision. Do yall remembers? I remember the deadlineš
There's a concerning amount of unnecessary violence against women in Christopher Nolan's The Odyssey that never happened in the original story from what I've been hearing. This always seems to happen, and they always claim it's "just more realistic". I'm so tired, man.
The horrific unnecessary part of Helen's face being scarred by Menelaus was like a tipping point for me because the director did it for shock value that gives nothing to the character and ruins both Menelaus and Helen's relationship as a result. Also the other women as in his previous films serve as a tool to boost the man's journey, nothing new, nothing different
After hearing all the bad things about Nolanās Odyssey, todayās coloring page being an Odyssey one was a breath of fresh air.
another screenshot redraw that everybody does but i also wanted to do š
Ooooh this is so pretty!
*holds your shoulders derangedly* is it too much to ask to characterize Menelaus right
King Menelaus and Queen Helen of Sparta
Healing from what the war broke š
ohhh my god I just fact-checked, Nolan actually DID cut the "Nobody" scene from his Odyssey movie. Mfer that is like cutting the Father reveal from Star Wars. Let me speak in a language you understand this is like not dressing Batman up in his suit. "It was not possible to work it in" the TikTok musical with a budget of $4 and a scratched Hamilton CD managed to work it in in SONG form, step up your FUCKING GAME
Screw it, I wasn't gonna write this but today I'm fueled by pretzel nuggets and spite
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Helen shot up with a gasp, her body in a cold sweat. Her vision blurred with sleep and panic.
She was...in a room..? Oh gods, hers and Paris's room...he could be back any minute! Wait....that weight beside her in bed...he was already here. He was asleep. Her body screamed at her to leave. It shrieked at her, get out, get out, GET OUT!! WHILE IT COULD!!
So Helen got up and ran. She leaped out of bed and dashed through the halls like a woman on fire. But the halls didn't look like Troy...a left here to the throne room? No...no, it was supposed to be a right! Why didn't they look like Troy???? Oh gods, oh gods, was she still in the nightmare?!
As Helen dashed past a balcony, her feet stuttered. She took a few steps on shaky legs back to the balcony.
Ah...that was right, she was in Memphis. Not in Troy. There in the distance she could see the great tombs of Egypt's kings. Pharaohs, they called them. The walls that were so much smaller. The blue houses that were so vibrant that they seemed to glow even in the darkness of the night. The sparkling Nile River. And of course the temple of Ptah, their creator god. The Egyptians had such interesting names for their gods.
Helen tried to ignore how her hand trembled as she reached out and touched the balcony railing...the stone felt nice and cool on her skin...but even with the cold stone she could feel the damp sweat on her palms. She could feel the soft breeze blowing through her hair...feel the slight warmth of the torches nearby.
She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sound of her breathing. In...and out...in...and out. She could hear the soft crackle of the torch fires even clearer with her eyes closed. And above that soft crackle, she could hear a hawk crying out into the night.
"What was the fourth thing..." Helen mumbled to herself. She knew it, she knew it...ah, smell!
She could smell...flowers. Lotus and lilies. She could smell the fresh natural musk of the Nile, drifting its way to the palace. Honestly, Helen never thought she would miss that funky river smell.
And...figs. She could still taste the fig on her tongue from dinner hours earlier.
"I'm here...I'm in Memphis. I am not in Troy. And I am okay." Helen wrapped her arms around herself and squeezed tightly.
Oh dear, if she was in Memphis and that wasn't Paris sleeping beside her in bed then that meant-
"I thought you'd be here." A familiar voice whispered in the dark. Familiar arms wrapped around her. Thick and hairy.
"Menelaus..." Helen sighed her husband's name in relief, "How did you know I would be in this spot?"
Menelaus smiled against the bare skin of Helen's shoulder, "One thing that hasn't changed. The night always calms you. So when I woke and found you missing I simply thought to myself 'Now where would my beautiful Helen have the best view of the city?'."
In spite of herself Helen laughed.
"I wish you would stop calling me that." Helen whispered, "I'm...not what I used to be."
Her body had changed in captivity. Her curves and weight had diminished, mostly from attempts to starve herself. Her face was more carved, more sunken in. Her eyes looked so tired now; sometimes they looked downright vacant which scared Menelaus more. Strands of silver peaked through her xanthos hair now. And worst of all, the scar. that damned scar that someone had given his poor wife. She never told him who was responsible but Menelaus suspected Paris. Or that a guard might have done it on Paris's command. Menelaus wished he'd known who it was before they left Troy...so he could drag the bastard to Sparta and string him up for the crows to feast on.
"I'm hardly the beauty I was, Menelaus."
"You're right." Menelaus agreed, "You're not what you used to be. But how could anyone's body remain unchanged after...after all that? After all you've endured...ā
toooot
"...Case in point. For you now, I would launch two thousand ships.ā Menelaus held Helen even closer as she groaned in embarrassment.
"Menelaus I'm serious! I haven't even had access to any good makeup in Zeus knows how long!!"
"I'm sure people in Memphis sell cosmetics. Do you want me to find you some in the morning?"
"...No. My face doesn't deserve it anymore."
"i prefer to think of it the other way around."
Helen rolled huffed in feigned annoyance, but the slight curl at the corner of her lips gave her amusement away.
"It's cold...." Menelaus shivered as the wind picked up, "Do you want to head inside? Go back to bed?"
Menelaus realized the mistake in his phrasing just a second too late. He felt Helen's body stiffened and his grip on her loosened.
"I-I didn't mean it like that, I-"
"Nono, I know you didn't...I just...I'm sorry..."
"None of that. You're the Queen of Sparta. You don't apologize." Menelaus took a step back and let Helen go, "I'll be in bed. Waiting for you. Whenever you're ready."
Helen felt a twinge of guilt as she watched Menelaus walk away. Even though she knew this wasn't her fault. None of this mess was. And yet, in spite of that, the guilt still persisted.
Maybe someday it would lessen. Hopefully. With or without Menelaus's embrace.
