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himboskywalker · 3 months

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This is super random but I was reading your book recs post from several weeks ago and was curious about you saying you have serious beef with Song of Achilles? Genuinely SO curious why when I would assume it was practically written for you?

I am going to try very very hard for this to be an objective review and not a frothing at the mouth rant but I know I'm probably going to fail. My grievances with Song of Achilles are manyfold lol

Firstly, I can't stand what Miller did for Patroclus's character. She makes him a pacificist for some fucking reason????Patroclus was a hero of the Trojan war, he LED the Myrmidons into combat. He was Achilles's squire because he mirked another kid as a child, he was his wartime companion. He was so skilled on horseback he was said to have been taught horsemanship by Poseidon himself. He dies in combat, impersonating Achilles, who was literally a demigod. Which means Patroclus was a skilled enough fighter Hector mistook him as the son of a fucking god. He killed Sarpedon who was one of Greece's greatest fighters! And Miller wrote him as a little uwu I don't want to fight, timid shadow of Achilles. Like if you want your protagonist to not be a fighter that's fine, but then don't write a book about one of mythology's greatest fighting pairs and make one of them not a fighter??? In no iteration of any myth of Patroclus is he NOT a warrior.

Secondly, we are never shown any reasoning for why Achilles and Patroclus love each other. Patroclus drones on and on for a sweet eternity of how beautiful Achilles is, and Achilles reciprocates that he thinks Patroclus is also beautiful. But they literally don't have a relationship outside of sex. We are literally not shown a single reason for why they love one another and what their relationship is built on. If your entire book is a romance then have some meat to the romance. It will always read to me as someone who fundamentally does not understand queer romance, and so approaches it as shallowly as you possibly can.

And this brings me to my third and possibly most important grievance with the book. Miller explicitly writes Achilles and Patroclus as gay in Song of Achilles. That's not how sexuality really worked for the Greeks but whatever, you're writing your book through a modern lens for a modern audience. But the romance is framed as taboo for some reason? They are genuinely afraid of being perceived or recognized as a couple? Like really???? In Greece, the period when these men would have been sexually fluid, when especially as warriors these bonds were encouraged???Also you can't take characters who interacted with their sexuality in the complicated ways of the past and then shoehorn them into modern boxes that simply don't fit the culture that acts as the framework for these stories. The Greeks did not perceive of sexuality in this way, these men who have always been written as sexually fluid, would not have thought or acted in this way. And they especially would not have fit in the modern perspective of gay men CLEARLY written by a straight woman who views queer relationships through the exact lens of a heterosexual relationship.

It's a story whose entire premise balances on the author understanding the society and culture of the time it is set. Achilles and Patroclus's relationship is very much informed by the time and place it is set in. And yet Miller writes it entirely though a modern perspective and with modern morals and values. If you want a protagonist who's a pacifist and who approaches their sexuality through a modern western perspective, then DON'T write about infamous warriors from ancient Greece who are none of these things.

And my final grievance that infuriates me the most is Miller TEACHES ancient Greek. She of all people would HOPEFULLY know better. She is educated on this time and society, and so I have no patience for her anachronistic approach to the story. It will always read to me as a straight white woman's fantasy of a myth steeped in queerness, violence, and societal bonds unique to the Ancient Greeks.

#i lost the fight this did turn into a rant #Will I'm not going to tag you outright but I'm tagging you in my heart so you can rage with me #anons

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evren-sadwrn · 5 months

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.................okay but ROMANTIC Vincent x bodyguard could slap 😗🤨😲now that might be something I could potentially eat up. Suddenly I am hungry.

cringefailure french boy needs a bodyguard i got u bae dw

ʚ♡ɞ

You work for the Marquis de Gramont as a bodyguard

You’re well-versed in guns and all that combat jazz

You get your hands dirty for this guy, and commit acts of violence

It’s just your job anyways

It’s much better than being a common hitman or mercenary because then you have a boss to hide behind

A particularly hot boss to be specific

He’s attractive, you and the other Myrmidons agree upon that

Vincent is young in comparison to literally everyone in the Table’s circle of representatives and agents

He’s a hyperglot, he’s got a taste in art, he likes cats more than dogs, he’s sexy as hell, and he’s interesting when he talks sometimes

God, isn’t he just amazing?

It’s when you’re at the Louvre with this guy again(second time this week)

“What do you think about art?”

A simple, innocent question

Your answer goes along the lines of something basic

Nothing too profound, just rather something short and simple

And that sends the Marquis to talking about art and history as a whole

Now you know the difference between Baroque and Renaissance art

And you know Realism, Impressionism, and Romanticism

Vincent finds Romanticism particularly interesting: a quiet theme romanticizing the softer and more gentler parts of life

You can see that in him

Vincent gets excited when he talks about art

You can see it when he smiles, or when his eyes are practically gleaming as he talks

You only nod, answer simple and short when he pauses to ask

Then—

Then Vincent has you accompanying him more than often

You get a chance to talk to Chidi a whole lot, Vincent’s right hand man

And you get to hear more of Vincent’s ramblings

Attending bourgeois luxuries

Palais Garnier, and all that stuff

It only takes nine months(fuck, that’s nearly a year) for you to actually start seeing Vincent

Vincent, not the Marquis— but just him

A guy that plays piano and fills most of his days learning a new language if he’s not doing anything important

He holds everyone to high standards including you

But there’s always something that Vincent likes about you

It’s clear in his actions, really

“These gloves would suit you, don’t you think?”

Vincent likes giving gifts, he doesn’t know anything else about relationships or how to properly say it

But it’s clear

He first got you gloves when he saw your hands were particularly bruised

Then it just straight up jumped to him giving you a car, sleek black and elegantly shaped

God, you wish you were joking

But you wanted to test the waters first

“I want you to come with me to the Louvre again”

“Alright, kiss me on the cheek first”

Was that too bold?

Either way, after a moment of pause, which was Vincent just processing it—

—he kissed you on the cheek

What kind of chapstick was he using to get those lips so damn pink and perfect and soft?

You’ve been eyeing those lips for a while now

And feeling it first hand-

Fuck, it was exhilarating

“So are we gonna go now?”

Vincent put a hand on his hip as he asked you

“Yes, sir”

Shit, you were so fucking whipped

reblogs appreciated as always<33

#marquis de gramont #marquis vincent de gramont #john wick 4 #john wick #bill skarsgård #marquis de gramont x reader #gender neutral insert #gender neutral imagine #🪐evrenwrites #idk if I accidentally answered this private lemme know #bill skarsgard needs to drop that fucking skin care routine tf #his skin is GLOWING amen

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adriles · 9 days

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(You approach the myrmidon huts and ships, where I am draped luxuriously in expectation, delighting in the clear-toned lyre) Hey brother. You want to come over and enjoy some hog?

#book 9 #odysseus #big ajax #phoenix

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bracketsoffear · 2 days

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The Iliad (Homer) "(Unless otherwise noted, translations are by Peter Green.)

"Goddess, sing of the cataclysmic wrath of great Achilles, son of Peleus, which caused the Greeks immeasurable pain and sent so many noble souls of heroes to Hades…" (translation by Emily Wilson)

The Iliad is the archetypical war story. It traces the destructive path of the demigod Achilles, who sets in motion a devastating series of events when he refuses to fight the Trojans in a pique of pride. The infamous catalogue of ships in Book 2 gives a sense of the mind-numbing scale of a war fought over something as intangible as the pride of men and gods. The lavish descriptions of battle and the accounts of individual deaths and wounds give a sense of the utter devastation of war and the grief it leaves behind:

"Not in vain from [Diomēdēs's] hand did the missile fly, but struck Phēgeus full in mid-breast, threw him clear of his horses. Then from the fine-crafted chariot Idaios sprang down, but dared not make a stand over his slain brother, nor would he himself have escaped the black death spirit without the aid of Hēphaistos, who saved him, hid him in darkness, to ensure that aged Darēs [father of Phēgeus and Idaios] was not wholly undone by grief."

Without the help of Achilles, the Trojans begin to gain ground on the Greeks. Torn between his pride and his concern for his comrades, Achilles agrees to let his beloved Patroclus disguise himself in Achilles' armor to hearten the Greeks and scare the Trojans:

"All at once [the Greeks] came charging out like a swarm of wasps by the roadside that boys have a way of provoking to fury, constantly teasing them in their nests along the highway, as children will, creating a widespread nuisance, so that if some traveler passing by should happen to annoy them by accident, they with aggressive spirit all come buzzing out in defense of their offspring-- like them in heart and spirit the Myrmidons now streamed forth from the ships, and an endless clamor arose…"

Hector, prince of Troy kills Patroclus and unleashes the unbridled wrath of Achilles, who becomes so enraged he slaughters every Trojan in his path so gruesomely he enrages the River itself:

"Achilles, scion of Zeus, now left his spear on the bank, leaning against a tamarisk, and charged in like a demon, armed only with his sword, horrific deeds in mind. He turned and struck at random, and ghastly cries went up from those caught by his sword: the water ran red with blood…"

"My lovely streams are currently all awash with corpses; I can't get to discharge my waters into the bright sea, I'm so choked with the dead, while you ruthlessly keep on killing!"

When the River almost drowns Achilles, he's terrified--not of death, but of being robbed the glory of his promised death at the hands of the Trojans: "If only Hektōr had killed me, the best-bred warrior here, / then noble had been the slayer, noble the man he slew…"

In The Iliad, war is destruction and grief but simultaneously honor and glory, and Achilles is only one of the many characters who move through its battlefields like the incarnation of Slaughter itself."

All Quiet on the Western Front (Erich Maria Remarque) ""I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. . . ."

This is the testament of Paul Bäumer, who enlists with his classmates in the German army during World War I. They become soldiers with youthful enthusiasm. But the world of duty, culture, and progress they had been taught breaks in pieces under the first bombardment in the trenches.

Through years of vivid horror, Paul holds fast to a single vow: to fight against the principle of hate that meaninglessly pits young men of the same generation but different uniforms against one another . . . if only he can come out of the war alive."

#slaughter poll #the slaughter #poll #the magnus archives #leitner tournament #The Iliad #Homer #All Quiet on the Western Front #Erich Maria Remarque

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ips-northstar-official · 1 month

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//Error||: Access Granted

A moment to my query.

Would you like to join my cabal humble Comp/Con? I have taken the liberty to invite you to join the Myrmidons of the Mathus Line.

The choice is yours... Well technically the choice is mine. I am probability after all. Haha.

HOWDY SISYPHUS

I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT PERSONALLY I AM CLASSIFIED AS A NON-HUMAN PERSON NOW

SOMETHING SOMETHING OMNINET BLINK-SIGNAL OVEREXPOSURE SOMETHING SOMETHING RA DID IT IDK I DIDN’T READ THE BRIEFING

//[UNCLE]

#lancer rpg #lancerrpg #uncleposting

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porkchopsammie · 1 year

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“I was thinking something more like this, dummy.”

commission for @i-am-the-myrmidon ! thanks for requesting this :)

#catradora #catra #adora #spop #lesbians #gourds #crayons

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streets-in-paradise · 10 months

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Anonymous Hero - Hector of Troy x (Fem)Warrior!Reader (requested)

Troy (2004) Oneshot

Requested by @g-m-kaye

“ (...) If you’re still taking fic requests for TROY (?) I’d be super duper excited if you’d write an AU fic for Hector x reader character where Hector, instead of being married to Andromache, falls for a slender Trojan warrior who has his back in the first melee… but unexpectedly turns out to be a woman when Hector demands the warrior remove his helmet & reveal “his” identity 👀 (I’ve always loved the “girl masquerading as boy” trope - ever since Shakespeare!) … and pls do make it as steamy as you like!! Lol (...)”

Hope you will like this, darling! I loved writing it.

Word Count 2.5 K

Warnings: Hector going through a Li Shang bi panic, Single Hector AU ( sorry, Andromache. You are great, but we love your man). Very few proofreading ( it’s almost 3 AM and i’m tired, but wanted to get it posted)

Summary: In the heat of battle during the arrival of the greeks Hector ends up greatly impressed by the courageous response of a singular soldier, but this stranger refuses to claim ríghts on the feat. Feeling even more intrigued about him afterwards, the prince is determined to find him in full unawareness of how the peculiar fighter has quite a few more surprises to give.

Tags: @mysticaldeanvoidhorse @helie-brain @rfkfan

The sound of the bell brought the expected news nobody wanted to hear. Greek veils in the horizon, a thousand ships about to reach trojan shore, giving the impression that Agamemnon had emptied the continent to avenge the insulted honor of his brother. As the city observed the spectacle with horror, heralds were calling all the available men to fight in what would be the first defense in a crushing war. The disastrous numerical difference forced desperate measures and the army commanded by Prince Hector needed to engross its lines somehow. For so, many soldiers who weren’t in optimal conditions were needed: young lads stepping into combat too soon and old men following the example of Glaucus.

Fillment additions, men that were there for numbers but weren’t warriors in the heroic sense of the term. They had very little possibilities of success against the myrmidons, fearless and bloodthirst beasts that were presenting a hard challenge to the Apollonian Guard even before the landing of Ajax. If some of the best in Troy were suffering because of them, arming that sacrificial reserve sounded like pointless cruelty. Those men were doomed to be nothing more than fresh meat to engross the downs of Achilles and Ajax, easily removable obstacles slowing down their encounter with more qualified enemies. No one would have expected much of them, at least until one proved the assumptions of the strategists to be completely wrong.

After Achilles performed miracles throwing a spear that killed Tecton from an impossible distance, doing so with a cocky bragger naturality, the elite warriors were completely discouraged. Even Hector experienced true horror for the first time in many years, sensibly affected by the death of the friend who had always got his back in the battlefield. Despite the myrmidons being implicitly warned to leave him for their leader, many tried to take that contextual advantage doing their shots in trying to take down the prince. Clearly, not everyone was willing to listen after being exhorted to fight through a hubris induced speech about reaching immortal glory.

In that spirit-wrecking point of the battle, with a temple destroyed and priests slaughtered by an enemy that knew no limits, the disorganized crowd of elite warriors fleeing left a chance for the relegated men of Troy to shine. A small, slender soldier that could have made Ajax laugh if he would have faced him courageously assumed the role of Tecton protecting the prince in the chaos. Hector was equally moved and amazed by the man fighting beside him. He looked weaker than his brother, probably a young lad from that desperate aid reserve, yet he was fighting with the push of a man twice his size. He followed all the way through the carnage inside the temple and would have gone to the end of the line accompanying him to the encounter of Achilles, if Hector himself wouldn’t have commanded otherwise. The sacrificial devotion of that soldier felt personal beyond any measures, it left a mark on his memory that eclipsed the shocking first impression Achilles wanted to feel being causing him.

Although relegated due to his fragile appearance, that nameless young man fought with the kind of honor the famous greek warlord lacked and Hector was finding a strange sense of hope in that. He also couldn’t help admiring some of his gracious movements at times, wondering if he could perhaps have been a disguise of the god defending his altar. That would have at least explained the most incredible aspect of the situation: his unexplainable attraction towards him.

No details of the episode were referenced in the war council that night. Archeptolemus, his political rival in religious circles, would have used it against him and the prince was already very much irritated by his misuse of religion to discredit him. If the soft looking soldier was Apollo fighting beside him or just a regular mortal he had just fallen for, he would have to figure it out by himself. The hopeful reminder of him helped the prince tolerate the newest terrible choice of his brother. Although Paris promised an easy resolution meant to take place the next morning, he was walking to his death and he wasn’t ready to let him die. Unlike his mysterious new favorite, the youngest prince didn’t possess any dormant courage to be released in a critical situation.

Paris needed to meet that man, either to exhort miraculous bravery in him or to make him desist from that purpose. It was the excuse that Hector invented to himself in his mildly desperate search for him.

“ Troy is worth fighting for because even the simplest of our men can make a difference. “ He was saying to his men in formation during the motivational speech that morning.” Agamemnon brought to us a parade of famous heroes without any inside cohesion. He expects us to tremble upon him because his battalions are all commanded by one of those, but yesterday we learned a valuable lesson. Their army is weak where ours is stronger. They are glory seekers harangued by leaders who think like arrogant children, we are men fighting for our country. We don’t rely on the fame of our heroes, but in the strength of our hearts!”

Ovations cutted him off for an instant, but he waited enough to continue and evaluated the reaction.

“ Yesterday we lost a hero, a man I loved like a brother, but that loss didn’t paralyzed us.Someone else made his way reclaiming his spot beside me. Not a fighter in a chariot, not an apollonian, but a simple man. He performed heroic acts worthy of being sung, but disappeared without claiming any authorship for his feat. While greeks are too preoccupied with making history to care about each other, even the smallest trojan is already a hero.”

Hector roamed the extension of the front lines on his horse,visually searching for the reaction revealing the man in question.

“ We have humble anonymous heroes that double theirs in courage and worth, and I now command this man to show himself and reclaim the honors he deserves.”

A tense silence followed the end of his speech, soldiers looking at their sides full with confusion searching for the one refusing such a high reward.

“ It is an order.” Hector finally reminded them. “ In the name of the loyalty he displayed, I demand him to give one step ahead.”

Suddenly, a slender figure emerged from the crowd and the prince got off his horse as he approached. His evident satisfaction made Paris hold a chuckle, especially because he noticed how his brother observed him.

“ I want the army to be a witness of my gratitude. “ Hector explained to him once he was finally standing in front of him. Only a shorter distance separated them. “ In a battle won by men desperate for recognition, you saved my life asking nothing in return. You have won my admiration and sincere affection; Troy must remember your name.”

The multitude started cheering until the honored fighter removed his helmet, surrendering himself to the pressure about knowing his identity. A sepulchral silence followed his movements, confusion spreading even further than before and the youngest prince was the only smiling face easy to spot.

Hector discovered a beautiful woman staring back at him and never before he had found anyone so desirable.His lips slightly parted despite him trying to pretend he wasn’t observing her in complete awe.

“ Do with me what you judge properly, my lord.” She fearlessly exclaimed. “ I surrender myself to you for disciplinary action.”

He recognized her, a young maiden from a remarkable family of trojan aristocrats. Firstborn daughter and her only brother was fifteen years old. The boy was named Ilus, at least he remembered that, but he couldn’t remember much of her and it frustrated him.

" I must assume you are here as a replacement for Ilus Peiroide. " He asked her in an affirmation. " A young boy, too young. His frame provided an easy hideout for you. "

" He is my brother. " The lady replicated. " Is the king of Mycenae the only one who can fight for his brother? I would rather bring dishonor to my family than burying Ilus. "

Her words resonated deeply with him. Not only his fondness of her kept increasing, Hector simply couldn't blame her. However, he had to act as a leader.

" At least allow her to plead her case, i like her." Paris commented, doing his brother the favor of saying what he couldn't. " This is my war, one that is being fought over a woman I brought here. Wouldn't it be a blatant hypocrisy if we don't let this girl speak?"

She smiled at him, only deviating her attention from Hector for a brief instant, to what Paris replied with a friendly wink.

" You don't have much time, the greeks will arrive soon..." Hector pointed out. " Your brave acts are not being questioned, but you must make yourself accountable for your transgression. Not to me, but to our countrymen."

The intense eye contact going on between them was loaded with a tension that didn't resemble a grudge of any kind.

" Look at them and tell them why you did this. "

" I listened to your speeches and felt the call deep inside, in my heart. " She provocatively replied, admitting reasons beyond the initial sympathetic motive palatable to their societal perceptions. " My prince, you harangue the men speaking about freedom, but the rules of war don't threaten theirs as heavily as they menace ours. Are we all going to pretend we don't know what happened to Princess Briseis just because the King can't stand the shame? A woman doesn't simply disappear or dies in war, she is taken by the winner. Women don't get the privilege of dying, we are the ones who will be reduced to slavery if the city falls. If Helen came here searching for her freedom to love... Why can't I defend my own freedom, and all my countrywomen? "

Even the ones who had reason to present objections couldn't argue with that, the presence of Helen was a disruptive element for trojan society. Her existence there had proven to challenge the traditional conceptions for quite a few established institutions, marriage being the main in the list but not the only one.

" If this ends in battle, you have one more chance to prove your value to the city. Only one, and i am granting it to you in honor of the great service you performed for me yesterday." Hector warned her. " Consider my debt paid with this indulgence. "

She smiled and that time it was for him. Hector had to pretend coldness, but he would have done anything to see that again.

" I will not disappoint you, my prince. If you pick me, I will follow you to the gates of Tartarus. "

His pulse accelerated hearing that, making him feel the improper effect that the woman had on him.

The promise turned out to be true, since another opportunity for fighting presented itself and she did something impressive. Trojans weren't as surprised as the greeks were when Hector slaughtered Menelaus to save Paris from that hopeless combat, unleashing a new battle through the breaking of the pact. To them it was clear that the story of the shieldmaiden who defied the concept of honor replacing her younger brother to save him must had inspired the heir prince. Curiously but not casually, a great victory was obtained and both performed the highlights of it. Barely after Hector triumphed in his solitary combat against Ajax, the lady forced the definitive retreat of the greeks for the day by attacking the mycenaeans.

Her spear throw killed the charioteer of Agamemnon. Not satisfied with that, she wounded him with the sword as he was attempting to control the horses. Nothing severe, the blade barely caressed his arm, but it reminded the power delirious king that he was a mortal and in that opportunity she did reclaimed the feat knowing it would increase his humiliation.

The very same men who were judging her in silence that morning celebrated her alongside Hector in the afternoon. She was invited to the palace, where King Priam allowed her to be acknowledged through his son's choice of allowing her involvement. She promised him to help in the case of her niece, if she could be allowed after the immense offense she gave to the supreme greek king. Helen herself praised her bravery, granting hers and Paris' support altogether.

It was like a dream, a very vivid dream where she was getting noticed being who she wanted to be. Even Hector, the man she had hopelessly loved in silence for many years, was looking at her in a different way.

Among the ladies of trojan high society she never felt particularly special and nothing made her feel that way. Despite being daughter of one of the local nobles in his own city, Hector barely noticed her. She used to be one of the many silly girls looking at him with pointless adoration at some special social event while his eyes followed only the frame of Princess Andromache of Thebe. A woman who represented everything she wasn't, a perfectly adjusted lady any man would want for a wife.

The order of the world was turned upside down, Hector couldn't take his eyes of her. Even without the disguise he still seemed to admire her and she felt it hitting way deeper than what the moral undertones of his speech implied.

" If I have been an inspiration for you, let me say I can finally repay you." He shamelessly admitted her as soon as they were left alone. " You inspired me today, sometimes you need strength to leave your honor behind for love."

" Is that an invitation?" She teased him. " Don't keep me waiting, I'm not a child anymore."

Hector sipped some wine without breaking eye contact through the action, then left the cup to subtly lay a hand on her cheek.

" Then you must be aware of how you are making me feel."

She lifted her head just a bit, showing how delighted with his touch she was.

" How can I doubt it when you are looking at me like this?" She purred with want. " I fully meant what I told you this morning. Pick me, I could be yours if you want me. "

Infatuated as he was, he could have proposed ríght there after that suggestive comeback, but he límited himself to kissing her hoping that could help him slow down.

#troy 2004 #hector of troy #eric bana #hector x reader #hector of troy x reader #eric bana x reader #troy fanfiction #troy

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cheapfakeblood · 6 months

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here is something i know: i will never meet my heroes. i will never meet achilles, aristos achaion. i will never meet dorian gray. i will never meet patroclus, best of the myrmidons, i will never meet neil gaiman, and i will never oscar wilde, and i will never meet vincent van gogh.

they tell me that i wouldn't want to meet my idols anyway. they tell me that, when i stand in line on the bank of the river styx, waiting to pay charon my fare, i will see the faces that haunted me in life, and i will turn right back around. they say i will not want to meet the men my heroes were.

they are wrong; and i am wrong, too.

i hear the voice of achilles every time i dive a little deeper into the four-metre deep end of the pool. "make me proud," he says. "train to fight. train to hold your own."

i see the face of dorian gray every night as i look into the bathroom mirror. "do this right," he says. "you have youth. do not lose it. follow my lead."

i see the grin of patroclus through the cracks under closed doors as i take falls that aren't mine. "be brave," he urges me. "fortune favors the bold. i know you will not let me down."

i hear the strokes of two pens in the dead of night. "keep going," mr. gaiman tells me. he does not stop his writing. "keep going, even if you are wrong. never stop learning from yourself." mr. wilde hands me a green carnation.

i feel the phantom touch of vincent van gogh when i brush my hand against my mug of brushes. "make something," he instructs me. "make something from your pain, and make it beautiful."

here is something i know: i will never meet my heroes. however, i also know that, when i stand in line, coins in hand, to see their faces across the river, i will not turn back. i will not run from the men they were in life.

here is something i do not know: have i made them proud? when i swim, when i spar, when i write, when i paint, do i make them proud of me?

#dark academia #i ramble #shitty poetry #spilled ink #literature #love poem #to old dead men #i'm normal #about them #i'm so normal about them #vent #only one of my heroes is still alive #and one of them was never real at all #diary entry #basically

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katrina37973 · 8 months

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The sun beats down on the weary men, dust-stained and sweat trailing down their arms and legs. They have been training with him for well over a few hours. He was the best of the myrmidons, second only to the son of Pelides himself. Trained by Chiron in the arts of healing and weaponry, his skills were leagues beyond that of mortal men. He chose not to fight on the battlefield but would not let his skills and swords rust away, and so, he trained those young soldiers. Kept them in shape, taught them to survive and was loved by everyone, soldiers and kings and bondswomen alike. The kings loved their advisor, peer to the gods in counsel. The soldiers loved their healer, sure-handed Chironides. The bondswomen loved the man who treated them with kindness and gave them a bitter hope for a better future, whatever that may look like. It was the son of Menoitious, Patroclus, gentle Patroclus who later would end the war. Just not in the way he, nor the others, nor Achilles could have predicted. The Fates were cruel and the gods are moon-glow and wild tides. Mortals were that of fire and that, the gods envied.

Links to inspirations:

"The gods... are moon-glow and wild-tides" is a direct quote from this lovely fanfic, 'all things soft and beautiful and bright' by searchingforserendipity. The other writing is by myself and inspiration taken from Song of Achilles and the Iliad as well as other fanfics I've read, though I can't remember exactly where 'sure-handed Chironides' came from. I think it was from Song of Achilles but if anyone could confirm, I would greatly appreciate that! I am planning on adding a full background of him training with other soldiers on the beaches of Ilion(Troy), so stay tuned for that piece! (Wish me luck, background were never my strongest suit.)

Anyway, I'm very proud of it! I love the little scratches I put on his pteruges (strip like defences on the upper arms or hanging from the waist). I planned to put more such dents on the armour and greaves but in the end decided against it.

Hope you enjoy it and the little writing I did!

Love, Kat.

#greek mythology #patroclus #the iliad #iliad #song of achilles #greek myth #fanart #digital art #digital artist #short sword #armour #ancient greek #ancient greek mythology #classical mythology

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e-regcanswim · 3 months

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In TSOA the second part of the prophecy said the best of myrmidons dies before two years are past, but Achillse will be alive when that happens, right

so... am i wrong or does that mean Patroclus

#achilles and patroclus #tsoa #the song of achilles #patrochilles

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tsoa-incorrect-quotes · 1 year

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Guys I got another idea,

Meanwhile in a certain tent two brothers are having a very deep discussion.

"The Myrmidon camp should be our easiest way to get close to the gates of Troy." Menelaus said, to his older brother.

"Yes, but the problem is that we don't have enough soldiers stationed there." Agamemnon replied.

"The ones we have are strong enough. Didn't you hear about that monster, with the golden spear? They say he appears in the nightmares of the Trojan soldiers, even the Spartan armies near the camp fear him." Menelaus informed him.

"Yeah, and he's pretty useful too... If only we could find another one of those little menaces. It would make things so much easier for us." Agamemnon told his brother.

"TRANSFER ME TO THE MYRMIDON CAMP!" Achilles' suddenly said, while ripping the curtains of the tent open...

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The chariot stopped abruptly. "We have arrived."The chariot driver told the passenger at the back.

Achilles jumped out of the chariot excitedly.

"Finally! After all those years of waiting. After all the pain and suffering I had to go through. After all the loneliness I had to endure. I would finally see my beloved Patroclus again." He ran towards the camp awaiting the sight of a dark haired boy. However the camp was completely empty. It was a desolate place other than a few tents and campsites it was all empty, not a single soul in sight. "Well this is disappointing." He murmured.

"O-oh my! Prince Achilles. I certainly wasn't expecting you here." An old man spike from the shadows of a nearby tent.

"I was transferred to the Myrmidon camp, just recently. I'm here to help storm the gates of Troy and take part in a glorious battle" The prince replied.

"Oh, well I suppose your a bit late." The old man said.

"What do you mean?"

"Recently there has been a bit of a panic. The soldiers of Troy have attempted an ambush. They were planning to make a surprise attack on the soldiers of the Myrmidon camp. I am far to old to continue fighting so they left me here to keep guarding the camp." The old man informed him.

At this Achilles panicked. "What!? An attack!? An ambush!? Where have the soldiers gone?"

"They have left to hold off the soldiers, though I have doubts they can last for long, they weren't exactly prepared for it. There is a big chance that some lives might be lost. Oh well... We're not above making a few sacrifices." The old man said.

He turned to Achilles, and instantly he thought that he might die of a heart attack right then and there. His eyes were covered in shadow, his hands were in fists, you could see the veins popping out his skin. "Where are they..."

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It was the middle of battle, soldiers were screaming left and right. Spears were being thrown, arrows were being shot and swords were being clashed. The ground was stained in blood. It was chaos. The Spartans were not doing well.

"This is unfair!" "This was an ambush!" "You sorry, cheating Trojans, do you have no shame!" The soldiers would cry. It was no use, this was a big army against one small camp.

"This is a mess" Achilles thought as he found the battle field, he could see the Spartan soldiers dying around him. "One of them was Patroclus!" He didn't want to think about it, but that one fact was his only thought. The boy who kept him awake for nights. The boy who was the treasure within his memories. The boy whose smile would shine brighter than the sun. The boy who he has kept him from going insane, through all the suffering here has faced within these past few years. "I will allow this battlefield to burn, I do not care for the lives of these soldiers, I do not care who has to die. I will ensure that my Patroclus will be in my arms once more."

With that thought in his mind, he jumped into the battlefield. He was like a rock thrown at a flock of birds. His presence was enough to cause discord. His onyx armor would reflect the horrified faces of the soldiers. His copper shoes would walk through the blood and bodies of the dead. And his dark helmet would be the last thing that they saw. He held a spear in each hand and carved his way through the armies. Nobody was safe, Spartans, Trojans, he did not care. "Where is he!" His mind wasnt even focused on the screams of the dying warriors, he was distracted with the thought of his lover, who might've already been stabbed through a sword. "No, he is alive he is strong, he is MINE!"

Suddenly a spear would appear from out of nowhere. Achilles made the mistake of turning his head. It would have slipped through the eye socket of his helmet, and it would leave him blind.

The spear was caught, just moments before it could reach his eyes. The hand belonged to a boy with dark skin and silver iron armor. He threw it at the soldier who shot it. It went straight through his head. And the incompetent man was left for dead.

The dark haired boy looked at the man in dark armour. They stared at each other, despite the anarchy and the chaise around them they both stood still. It was as if the screams of the dying soldiers around them were clogged too their ears, the splashes blood were dripping slowly, and the spears were moving in slow motion.

( Guys the man who was left back at camp was supposed to be the old guy, who was friends with Hercules but I forgot his name)

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