May 15
When the caretaker/team has been planning a rescue, only for it to be rendered unnecessary by Whumper simply... giving whumpee back.
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When the caretaker/team has been planning a rescue, only for it to be rendered unnecessary by Whumper simply... giving whumpee back.
I know we're all very different but like, I also know that a fair amount of you guys also get inspired by music often. Oh the list of songs I have that I want to draw/animate to....
This one is pretty self-explanatory but fun to do nonetheless
this tree be giving that good good lol 🌳🌿💨
I’ve got a writing prompt/fic idea if anyone wants to use it or wants something to write about.
(Notes: Pisistratus and Telemachus aren’t just meeting for the first in this one, in this universe, Pisistratus’ family often visited Ithaca since Nestor had returned home. Resulting in him and Telemachus growing very close and attached to one another. But since the suitors arrival, the visits became less and less frequent until they ultimately stopped.)
(Also in this universe, Telemachus meets Athena way earlier and so leaves much earlier for his deplomatic mission.)
And so he spends 6 months in Pylos and another 3 in Sparta, 9 months away from home all together, searching and finding out information of his father and his possible whereabouts. All with the help of his “close friend”, Pisistratus.
However, near the end of the first month, he falls into heat, Pisistratus offers to “assist” him, resulting in him getting pregnant with twin boys.
Telemachus now doesn’t know what to do. Both he and Pisistratus want to keep the pups, that much was made clear the moment they found out. But he just doesn’t know how to go about it. He wants to keep searching for his father, but he doesn’t want to risk any complications with the pregnancy. And so he inevitably continues the search, but is way more careful and cautious. All while also having to plan for his pups’ arrival.
(They name the twins Demetrius and Abreas.)
The pregnancy thankfully goes fairly smoothly for all of the rest of 8 months, there’s been little to no major complications and both twins are strong and healthy.
That is until Athena urges him that he needs to head home. Desperately to keep Telemachus and his unborn pups safe, Pisistratus comes along for the journey home, and asks his father to lend him a small army of men, to come along with them. Assuring Telemachus that with whatever is happening in Ithaca, he and the army will be the ones to handle it.
How the labor/birth could go (less of a prompt I think);
(Warning: description of labor/birth. (Though not that descriptive) Very inaccurate description of labor/birth)
When they eventually reach Ithaca, Pisistratus insists that Telemachus stays back and let him and the small army of men that his father had gathered, to handle the suitor situation. But Telemachus, ever so stubborn like his father, is adamant that he comes along, promising that he’ll stay out of sight, won’t at any point join the fight, and that he’ll just head straight for his mothers room without being caught. Pisistratus reluctantly agrees.
Upon approaching the palace, screams and cries of the suitors can be heard. Something bad must be going on inside. Pisistratus sends some of the army to scope out around the perimeter and the others to head inside and stay in groups. (The men are in Pylos armor so Ody knows who they are, so none of them are going to be killed)
Pisistratus stays with Telemachus, insist on escorting him to his mother’s chambers, to which Telemachus agrees.
They make it through the palace trying to stay as quiet as they can. They hear the footsteps and shouts of men coming towards them from behind, and they quickly book it.
When Telemachus suddenly feels a stabbing pain in his pelvis area. Telemachus stubbles and falls to his knees (Pisistratus barely catching him in time), and clutches his stomach, while desperately hoping that what he thinks is happening isn’t happening.
However, the such fear is only confirmed when he suddenly feels a gush of warm liquid, leave his body. When he looks down to his legs, it’s just has he expected. There is a mixture of what appeared to be blood and some other bodily fluid, cover his legs, and making a small puddle beneath him. It takes everything in him to not scream.
He was going into labor..in the mist of a seemingly all out home massacre….
Every instinct within him was telling him to get up and find somewhere safe and secure. As he struggles to his feet, Pisistratus, who’s caught on, quickly helps Telemachus up, and supports him up. They speed walk down the hall and spot a door, Telemachus recognizes it as one of servant’s room.
They quickly rush in (thankfully there was no one else inside) and Pisistratus locks the door behind them. Telemachus once again falls to his knees, now feeling the contractions and dilations starting to take its course.
With trembling legs, Pisistratus helps him up again, and helps him into the servant’s bed. Pisistratus gathers as many blankets and sheets off of the near by shelf as possible. It’s not the most suitable for a nest, let alone a birthing place, but it was better than nothing.
Pisistratus kneels down to the side of the bed and takes Telemachus by the hand, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as the contractions and dilations took their course.
When his instincts finally told him that it was time, he urges Pisistratus to the foot of the bed to help the babies in case they needed it, before starting to push.
Within the half hour, the first of the two pups was born. Pisistratus quickly cleans off the pup, clearing its air ways, before cutting the cord. He wraps the newborn pup in a soft rag that he got off of a shelf.
The pup started to let out small whimpering sounds. Pisistratus gently shushes it quiet, before carefully setting the pup down to his side.
He looks back at Telemachus, who had a soft but weak smile on his face, he softly smiles back. But they knew the job wasn’t over yet, they still had another one to deliver.
Thankfully, within the next 15 mins, the second pup was born. Pisistratus follows the same process with it as he did with the first. Before moving on to cleaning off Telemachus’ lower half.
Once all was done, he settles himself and the twins beside Telemachus. Telemachus takes one twin in his arms, and Pisistratus keeps the other in his. All they could do now was smile as they lie next to each other, holding two of the world’s greatest gifts in their arms.
They decided to name them, Demetrius and Abreas.
The rising sun soon peaked through the window, spilling its golden light into room, as well as engulfing the new family in its glow.
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When Odysseus first noticed the men in Pylos’ armor he was struck with confusion. However one of them quickly explained the situation, bout how they were there to help clear the palace of the suitors, and that Telemachus was here in the palace as well.
And just like that, Ody rushed off before the man could continue any further, rushing to go find his son. There were still a couple of suitors left, and the mer idea of them even laying a finger on his boy sent an overwhelmingly sense of rage in him.
He rushed through the halls, when he caught an unsettling scent. It smelt of blood on some other bodily fluid, and it led to a door of a servant’s room.
With unsettling nerves, he goes for the handle, only to find it locked. He suddenly heard commotion coming from the other side. The commotion of…whimpering pups?!
Soon, the door swung opened to a man who was an alpha, who could be no older than twenty, and he quickly had a sword raised to Ody’s neck.
Before Ody could even react, his nose caught the whiff of a scent he had thought he had longed forgotten. His body moved on its own, he dropped his bow, pushed the sword away from his neck, and quickly disarmed the man. He pushed past him, his eyes widen with the sight he was met with.
Another man, this time an omega, who also couldn’t be no older than twenty, lied in bed with two clearly newborn pups beside him. The omega quickly shifted his body to be shielding the pups, whilst letting out a low growl.
“…Telemachus..?” He finally let out, it was barely a whisper, but it must’ve reached the man, as he had perked up in surprise. The man appears to analyze who he was before he speaking.
“…f-father..?!” The man hesitatingly gasped.
There was a moment of silence in room before Odysseus made his way over slowly as to not scare his son. When he made it to the side of the bed, he knelt and gently cradled his son’s face in both hands.
“Oh my sweetest joy, look how much you’ve grown” he murmured through tears.
“I-I’ve waited so long to meet you,…to get to know you. I’ve often wondered if you’d see I have your strength in me, if you would embrace me as your own” Telemachus paused before continuing. “…and I’ve for so long I felt alone”
“Oh my boy, all I’ve ever wanted was to reunite with you and your mother. I promise you won’t ever be alone again, I’m home now”
Telemachus let out small chuckle. “Well, in any case..” And with that Telemachus shifted again, uncovering the pups underneath him. “Father…meet Demetrius and Abreas…your grandsons”
Odysseus stared in awe. Taking in the sight of his grandsons. By the looks of it, they had just been born mer hours ago. Odysseus was hit with the similar range of emotions that he had felt when Telemachus was first born. Absolute adoration, love, and endearment.
One of them (Abreas) had a bit of darker tone of skin, thick curly black hair that he must’ve inherited from Penelope. As well as inherited his dark brown eyes.
The other (Demetrius) had his and his son’s rich olive skin, with his dark chestnut curls, and deep forest green eyes that he must’ve inherited from the other parent.
Speaking of which…..,Ody turn to face the other man, which confirmed his suspicions about the inheriting eye color of Demetrius, and the darker tone of skin on Abreas.
The man now was looking at him as if he was thinking Ody was going to slit his throat. Which now, Ody may or not be considering for if he truly is the one that had knocked up his son.
“And who may you be” he asked sternly.
“P-Pisistratus of Pylos, y-youngest son of Nestor, King Odysseus” the man answered with a shaking nervous tone. “And I do apologize with putting a sword to your throat”
“Would you so happen to be my son’s mate and other father of the pups”
“Y-yes King Odysseus” Pisistratus confirmed.
Before he could take a step towards him, he was stopped when he felt a grasp on his wrist. He looked down at Telemachus, who had a guilty expression spread across his face.
“Wa-wait father it’s ok, it not what you’re thinking. Me and Pisistratus have known each other for a long time. He his family had come to visit here often since Nestor had returned home, and have only stopped 2 years back cause of the suitors” Telemachus explained. “A-and when I had went on a diplomatic mission to go and search for you, and I had went to Pylos and fell into heat at the of the first month. I consented with Pisistratus helping me, he never took advantage of me”
Odysseus took a moment to process that, before looking back at Pisistratus and giving him a respectful nod.
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