Achilles - Tumblr Posts
So, I was drawing with my sister....
Headcanon generator✨️
time: 11.50 pm what should i do: probebly sleep what am i doin: cryin again about two dead ppl from the iliad
"draw closer to me, let us once more throw our arms around one another, and find sad comfort in the sharing of our sorrows"
Me, 3 years ago: i have these two characters in my book✨️
Me last year: they are also dating
Me now: omg achilles and Patroclus but girl version????
Hear me out
The iliad, but they all 5 and fight over a toy Menelaus showed them
Nestor is the old man cause hes 6 and like, super smart
The gods are their parents/older siblings who took them to the park
Giving Achilles my period cramps because he deserves it more than I do
I just love the relationship between a man and his dog
They say a true love's kiss can fix everything
So why Achilles keep kissing Patroclus' lips and his eyes are still close?
I need what achilles and pat have
Not even in a romantic way, i just need to be able to feel as strong as they did for someone
Whenever I remember that Achilles in book 23 saw Patroclus in his dream and was described to be in his best look (his height, his hair, wearing the clothes he likes to wear, etc) I just fall down to my knees
"sing, o goddess, about the rage of achilles"
are we talking about the beginning or the ending?
Random quotes generator (achilles and Patroclus)
I finished The Song of Achilles, then I got sad, so I drew this.
“You’re my everything”
One thing Patroclus noticed straight away after putting his cold, wet hands over his bruised wound was the strange emptiness that came with the pain. An aching sensation making his heart feel numb as he let out a light chuckle - the impact of his death finally crashing onto himself as he hiccuped. Tears built up as he frowned, “Achilles…Achilles I couldn’t take you further…I couldn’t bring you more honour…” the older man whispered to himself noticing how Hector stared with a conflicted expression: his eyebrow furrowed, his mouth gaped slightly showing his pearly white teeth and his cheeks dripping with sweat.
No one spoke, letting the man live his final moments with the hallucinations of his life yet all he seemed to see was the beautiful snow like face of his dear companion, Achilles, his oceanic eyes glowing like a halo in the battle field and his golden hair competing with the finest silks as it swayed. From start to end, he saw the man reach his hand out and pull him in.
He was always there; after his exile and after he left to chiron, he was everything to Patroclus. The dying man huffed a little as he accepted his cruel fate and looked to the bloody sky remnants of the death he caused lingering round the air as he could only think of his sworn brother’s honour. “Fate, guide Achilles to happiness, give him the honour he deserves.” He muttered before his arms laid limp and his heart fell to a shorter beat.
From the distance he could’ve sworn, he heard a familar tune on a lyre before his eyes shut, giving into the deep kiss of death.
The Iliad Modern Careers
Patroclus - I can see him being either in the army or just came out of it and went to go work in hospitals as a nurse
Achilles - gives me nepo baby vibes
Hector - I cant lie Hector just seems like a 9-5 officer worker possibly manager
Paris - unemployed (lives in Hector’s basement)
Agamemnon - McDonald’s manager (the most miserable job in the world) or he owns a vineyard
Odysseus - Hear me out on this he gives me tiktok/YouTube energy like he makes GRWM videos
Menelaus - Just got out of prison and is now working as a butcher
Helen - She is a famous seamstress and notorious for her gorgeous wedding dresses
Andromache - As much as she is independent I see her being a housewife
Diomedes- low key a wrestler kinda guy
Bonus mention: Thetis is an actor for stage
Book 23🗡✨
The sand glided gently across the golden stream that rivaled the River Styx, majestical locks of blinding aureate blonde hair swayed through the breath of the gods.
“Oh dear Patroclus, my one and only, I wish your presence was here by my side the warmth from my blood has gone and it’s been replaced by a chilling blue cold…” Achilles spoke in a murmur hardly audible as his eyes shone a gleaming blue reflecting the day sky, his body froze not knowing how to feel without his companion to hold and caress. His eyes slowly closed - a waterfall of images and words flooded his mind, a warm familiar figure would stand there with a smile that made the world stare with an aura that was simply divine, worthy of praise. The poor younger male whispered to himself in utter grief as he swam towards the end of the waterfall knowing all that awaited was a sickening reminder of his dearest one’s departure.
Darkness filled my heart, a dark abyss surrounding me in a cold grasp like it was scratching onto my neck until I begged for a sweet release. Those passionate nights quickly turning devoid of life as his body dissipated into a black fog like dust upon my face, his body was no longer next to mine.
I held onto the mental image clinging to his gorgeous chestnut locks glittering in the sun only for it to come stabbing down onto me - he was a lightly painted autumn red, his chest caved in with copper as his lips laid open gently as if nothing happened he was merely ‘asleep’.
“Patroclus? Can’t you wake up now? I miss you love.” I muttered my tone teasing him as my shoulder linked with his. No response. A dry chuckle erupted from my sore throat - I didn’t find this funny anymore; the man I promised never to let leave my side had surrounded to the mercy of the gods and darkened my world. With a sudden shriek, my voice broke loudly as I cut the silence with a sharp cry, “PATROCLUS! WAKE UP! WAKE UP PLEASE!” Yet no matter how much I called he never did wake up.
His arms glided onto my lap covering my once pure chiton now a muddy brown, shaking my pale hand reaches out for his cheek in an attempt to supplicate him, “My dearest companion…” cold tears danced their way onto Patroclus’ body filling the room in a deathly quiet asides from the persistent sobbing of maidens and me.
Top tier gay hood is calling yourself an Achillean because you’re a literature nerd that writes poetry, Fanfiction and stories in your free time