Song Of Achilles Rp Starters

song of achilles rp starters

by madeline miller. i altered some quotes so they fit better  ♡

❝  i saw then how i had changed.  ❞ ❝  name one hero who was happy — you can’t.  ❞ ❝  i feel like i could eat the world raw.  ❞ ❝  you are half my soul, as the poets say.  ❞ ❝  i have no need to forgive you. you cannot offend me.  ❞ ❝  i do not fear ridicule. i never have.  ❞ ❝  you have always trusted so easily; you have had so little in your life to fear or suspect.  ❞ ❝  do you hear me? please, say something.  ❞ ❝  your face is like quicksilver, always racing to something new. you unsettle me.  ❞ ❝  you do not give things up so easily now as you once did.  ❞ ❝  now i know how to make you follow me everywhere.  ❞ ❝  i would know your face in dark or disguise. i would know it even in madness.  ❞ ❝  there is no law that gods must be fair.  ❞ ❝  i have never seen anyone fight the way you do.  ❞ ❝  our dead come for their vengeance regardless of witnesses.  ❞ ❝  the sorrow was so large it threatened to tear through my skin.  ❞ ❝  when you die, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with you.  ❞ ❝  you were always better with words than i.  ❞ ❝  i will never leave you. it will be this, always, for as long as you will let me.  ❞ ❝  you smile, and your face is like the sun.  ❞ ❝  i thought you were — something. you do not — you do not move like a human.  ❞ ❝  do you want to walk up to the woods?  ❞ ❝  you can’t be very wounded if you can stand for so long.  ❞ ❝  there are no bargains between lion and men. i will kill you and eat you raw.  ❞ ❝  we are like gods at the dawning of the world.  ❞ ❝  nothing could eclipse the stain of this dirty, mortal mediocrity.  ❞ ❝  i yearn for the darkness and silence of the underworld, where i can rest.  ❞ ❝  those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that i felt anything at all.  ❞ ❝  you seem utterly unaware of your effect on the people around you.  ❞ ❝  it was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. it was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came.  ❞ ❝  you are a weapon, a killer. do not forget it.  ❞ ❝  i have heard that men who live by a waterfall cease to hear it — in such a way did i learn to live beside the rushing torrent of my doom.  ❞ ❝  if you have to go, you know i will go with you.  ❞ ❝  there is no one like you.  ❞ ❝  we have given each other wounds, but they are not mortal.  ❞ ❝  and perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.  ❞ ❝  who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? it is enough to watch you win.  ❞ ❝  do not let what you have gained this day be so easily lost.  ❞ ❝  you have killed them and taken your vengeance. it is enough.  ❞ ❝  no man is worth more than another, wherever he is from.  ❞ ❝  strange that such a small kindness feels like grace.  ❞ ❝  you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.  ❞ ❝  i cannot bear to see you grieving.  ❞ ❝  i remember little more than scattered images from my life then.  ❞ ❝  i would recognize you by touch alone, by smell; i would know you blind, by the way your breaths came and your feet struck the earth. i would know you in death, at the end of the world.  ❞ ❝  i see a dozen men here ready to leap on each other’s throats.  ❞ ❝  in my land a bow is marked as the weapon of cowards.  ❞ ❝  you may still make a good person.  ❞ ❝  you don’t bother to threaten me, yet. i should be worth threatening.  ❞ ❝  the memories well up like springwater, faster than i can hold them back.  ❞ ❝  i hoped that you would come.  ❞ ❝  the voices of the dead were said to have the power to make the living mad.  ❞ ❝  i have weathered the anger of gods before.  ❞ ❝  i thought of how many nights i had lain awake in this room, loving you in silence.  ❞ ❝  there is nothing in the world i want more than to know what you had not said.  ❞ ❝  you will never gain fame from your fighting. does this surprise you?  ❞ ❝  my mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse: i wish for earthquakes, eruptions, flood. only that seems large enough to hold all of my rage and grief.  ❞ ❝  i will not cry in front of you.  ❞ ❝  listen to me. you go too far in this. i will not be able to protect you.  ❞ ❝  there is no honor in betraying your friends.  ❞ ❝  i’m afraid I have been prompted by a rare stirring of guilt.  ❞ ❝  i promised myself that if i ever saw you again, i would keep my thoughts behind my eyes.  ❞ ❝  i did not want you to see my fear, though normally we kept nothing from each other.  ❞ ❝  gods and mortals never mix happily in our stories.  ❞ ❝  you will be dead soon enough.  ❞ ❝  you are destroying yourself. you will not be loved for this, you will be hated, and cursed.  ❞ ❝  you left yourself today. and now you are returned.  ❞ ❝  you are a better person than i.  ❞ ❝  whatever you do, i shall stand with you, as i always have.  ❞ ❝  you have looked at me a thousand thousand times, but there is something different in this gaze, an intensity i do not know.  ❞ ❝  my life is my reputation. it is all i have.  ❞ ❝  may i give you some advice? if you are truly his friend, you will help him leave this soft heart behind.  ❞ ❝  what are you thinking about?  ❞ ❝  even the boldest of people would whisper a prayer if they brushed against me.  ❞ ❝  the keen edge of my envy was like flint, a spark away from fire.  ❞ ❝  do you think we fight hopeless wars?  ❞ ❝  it is strange, that you would speak against betrayal.  ❞ ❝  if every soldier killed only those who’d personally offended him, we’d have no wars at all.  ❞ ❝  no one has ever tried to take something from me.  ❞ ❝  stay behind me.  ❞ ❝  will you help me put the rest of my armor on?  ❞ ❝  your face is blank and barren, like another language, impenetrable.  ❞ ❝  i am here because i believe that we will win. i am staying until the end.  ❞ ❝  your presence is like a stone in my shoe, impossible to ignore.  ❞ ❝  he is not worthy of you. he never has been.  ❞ ❝  will you tell me who hurt you?  ❞ ❝  it is like a nightmare; i expect, each moment, to wake to relief. but there is no waking.  ❞ ❝  i do not need to prove myself to you. to any of you.  ❞ ❝  you have always thought too much of yourself.  ❞ ❝  some men gain glory after they die, while others fade.  ❞ ❝  even here, behind the darkness of my eyelids, i cannot name the thing i hope for.  ❞ ❝  our joy is so bright we can see nothing else but the other.  ❞ ❝  you have a tender heart. an admirable quality, surely.  ❞ ❝  you are spring, golden and bright. envious death would drink your blood, and grow young again.  ❞ ❝  i will not be the raven on your shoulder all the time, predicting gloom.  ❞ ❝  you look different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight.  ❞ ❝  when there is greed, there is hope.  ❞ ❝  i could have told you more, of the dreams that leave me bleary and bloodshot, the almost-screams that scrape my throat as i swallow them down.  ❞ ❝  you are angry, and not without reason.  ❞ ❝  you feel mislead; you were promised victory.  ❞ ❝  you know, it’s funny; i keep thinking i’ve seen you before.  ❞

i will never in my whole life not be emotional about how many times cara mia shows up in the portal soundtrack. the fact its in the SOUND of the hardlight bridges is the most bonkers thing in the whole world. man. portal.

“are you seeing anyone” you mean like a hallucination??

🍯🥛🐢🦄⌛ for chara (or whatever muse you prefer!)

━ send 🍯 for a food headcanon Chara's diet in the underground consisted vastly of root vegetables, magic grown crop, and potentially crayfish or other underground fish. Monster food was entirely of magic and did little else for a human’s appetite than stave off starvation, regardless of lack of nutrition. it was more akin to eating a battery’s energy supply than actual food, and as a result, the Dreemurrs had to improvise with what limited resources they had, resulting in their options being limited but not harmful. In many ways, many dishes were substituted for lacking ingredients with magic or other monster alternatives, such as the echo-flower stems being diced and served as steamed vegetables, ranging from the tall reeds in waterfall to the rubbery bark of the trees in the ruins being utilized. as long as it was edible, it was on the table for making up for their limited options. Chara had never been a picky eater.

━ send 🥛 for a drink headcanon When Chara fell, they brought down with them numerous human recipes, many of which Monsters had never tried before just from the sheer lengths of time spent underground. Many recipes had ingredients that had to be substituted with other alternatives, including magic, to varying effects, but one of Chara’s favorite spins put on the recipe they brought below was hot cocoa. drinking it through a hollowed out reed from waterfall as the foam sparkled with the magic infused into it, latching onto the sugars in the drink as the steam billowed out gently like silk curtains dancing in wind, was something indescribable, and deeply personal to them. it felt like something only their family had, could have, and therefore, they loved it.

━ send 🐢 for a mental health headcanon Chara was often easily overwhelmed during their first weeks to months spent underground, and while this was often manageable ( or, rather, simply capable for them to hide entirely ) it wasn’t always so simple. the first time they’d shut the shared bedroom door before balling themselves up in their thick blankets late at night when Asgore & Toriel had already gone to bed as Asriel got a glass of water was the night this became a true problem, where isolation was the kindest option they could think of, locked away in the dark of their bedroom where the anxiety of something being in there with them was not strong enough to override the everything else that refused any and all stimuli, was the same night they found that Asriel would never open the door when Chara was within the room alone. They found him that morning, when the house was quiet and gold and no one else was awake, after falling asleep in the blankets so tight around their body it was almost suffocating as dark stained spots where their eyes had been acted as the only remaining evidence. He’d been curled up with the glass half empty, water dotting the hall up until the door where tiny spills had marked the floors, asleep. They never really knew how to cope with guilt, and the best resolve they had was leaving the door wide open, leaving the house entirely in the early light where the street-lamps were yet to rest, and hiding in a nook of the capital, tucked away, until their parents found them. They never told them why, but they couldn’t stop telling them they were sorry, so sorry.

━ send 🦄 for a physical health headcanon Before the fall, Chara had often worked in wheat fields or as the shepherd to goats or sheep their family owned. Laborious tasks, unrefutably, on a body too small to properly handle when the weeds knotted up like thick hard ropes and knocked them into the harsh form of the plough, or when the goats rebelled their influence more often than not out of spite than defense as their horns risked them ever more than seemed truly worth it. the fall had left them with a limp, one that would follow them past their death, where the knee & the muscle didn’t heal quite as they should’ve, left ankle always not quite at the right angle, tendon straining in a way it shouldn’t, a small piece of bone floating in the gap of their knee, but their life before had never been easy enough to warrant an effortless recovery. It felt inevitable for that work, or perhaps that oversight, over-expectation, to pay its price.

━ send ⌛for a sleep headcanon Chara had a pattern of sleep where, despite their exhaustion or lackthereof, they’d often find themselves laying on their back, staring at the ceiling, thoughtless. if they thought of anything in particular they wouldn’t catch it by the time they’d consciously recognized what state they’d fallen into. it used to startle Asriel at times, enough so to tell their parents of it, and have it looked at by the best doctor they’d had at the time. It wasn’t harmful, unlike many dissociative states could be. They also had a rarer habit of falling asleep with their eyes open, something that they’d avoid at times by taping their eyes shut. it took time to trust Asriel enough to do this, but eventually, it became second nature.

I pray to the gods that you're uncomfortable, miserable even.

why ? is it because you want to take care of me and nurse me back to health ? to show me love and tenderness ? its ok. i know.

DOMESTIC INTIMACY PROMPTS

add “+ REVERSE” to reverse the roles

[ SWAY ]  sender pulls receiver into a slow dance in the living room / kitchen / bedroom [ TOSS ]   sender keeps tossing popcorn/other food at receiver, trying to get them to catch it in their mouth [ SERENADE ] sender sings along to a song they associate with receiver [ EMBRACE ] sender hugs receiver from behind [ WRAP ] sender wraps receiver up in a blanket [ LAP ] sender pulls receiver into their lap [ TUG ] receiver, trying to get ready for the day, is pulled back into bed by sender [ PASS ] receiver gets an object that the sender is asking for [ FEED ] sender offers receiver a spoonful of what they’re cooking so receiver can taste it [ STEAM ] sender joins receiver in the shower [ HUG ] sender embraces receiver, burying their face in receiver’s chest [ SMOOCH ] sender kisses receiver on the cheek / forehead / nose [ KISS ] receiver stops what they’re doing to kiss sender [ MASSAGE ] sender rubs receiver’s back [ SCRATCH ] sender gently scratches their nails across receiver’s back / scalp / wherever [ TICKLE ] sender tickles receiver [ GRAPPLE ] sender manages to pin receiver while play-wrestling [ NAP ] while receiver is resting, sender joins them in bed & cuddles up close [ SHARE ] sender, seeing that receiver is cold, wraps their jacket around them [ CARESS ] sender strokes receiver’s cheek [ TRAIL ] sender runs their finger down receiver’s spine [ ADJUST ] sender fixes receiver’s tie / necklace / article of clothing [ PAMPER ] sender does receiver’s makeup [ LIFT ] sender picks up receiver [ READ ] sender reads aloud to receiver [ RECITE ] sender quotes a poem that reminds them of receiver [ TUCK ] receiver tucks sender into bed [ CREATE ] sender & receiver do something artistic together [ PAINT ] while painting a room, sender starts a paint fight with receiver [ COFFEE ] sender gives receiver a cup of coffee [ STEAL ] while sharing a meal, sender steals a bite of receiver’s food [ PORTRAIT ] sender does a photoshoot of receiver [ GIFT ] sender gives receiver a present (specify) [ GAZE ] sender & receiver stargaze [ WINDOW ] sender climbs through receiver’s window [ BRUSH ] sender brushes / styles receiver’s hair [ TILT ] sender uses two fingers to lift receiver’s chin to look them in the eye [ NUZZLE ] sender presses their face into receiver’s neck [ CARE ] sender nurses a sick / injured receiver