#patroclus >> 001

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common rooms within xenios | @patroclusc​

if anyone has even unpacked in their rooms it would be a miracle, the lure of things to do in this new location a heady one. they’d had their tour, the basic introductions, and yet patroclus could found in the small office space assigned for the work that couldn’t stop.

sliding in, he took a seat on the workbench, feet resting on the stools. “ clues, you determined not to have fun here either? ”

[prcmethevs]

CLOSED STARTER || patroclus cirillo ( @patroclusc​​​ ) LOCATION: some random hallways, kalavria TIMESTAMP: the kalavria summit – first week ; nighttime

It was getting late and, in all the excitement of arriving at Pontius, they might have ordered a cocktail that was a tad bit too strong. They’d walked along the unfamiliar hallway to get to their quarter, not realizing they were heading further away rather than towards, had lingered in front of a door for a little too long, completely missing the sign that spelled out “restricted” in bold capital letters in a state of disorientation.

Out of those chain of events, only three points were remotely true:  The first night of the kalavria was indeed growing old, Prometheus did order a cocktail as their closing drink of the night (and they were really damn good), and they had been standing around in that part of the hallway for quite some time now. The fact of the matter was this: it wasn’t alcohol that influenced their action, but rather the intoxicating curiosity that demanded indulgence the moment they laid their eyes on this majestic vessel. After all, Pontius was Poseidon Rhea’s his very own empire, and now the King was generous enough to open up his gates for the public. Everyone would be buzzing to roam the halls and ballrooms, admiring the riches and beauty on display. But Prometheus was more intrigued by the kinds treasures and skeletons that might be stowed away in his crypt, waiting to be unearthed. And really, when would be a better time to play detective if not on the first night, when all the charms and wonders of the empire should still feel fresh?

But Pontius was a kingdom guarded as securely as Olympe was. A part of them had figured out that the likelihood of them getting through any secure doors were close to zero and the chances of being found was fairly high. Hence the need to weave a web of lies– one that would held up with plenty of poking and probing– and Prometheus liked to think they did a pretty good job. Here’s the moment of truth, they thought as they turned around to face the direction where the approaching footsteps had come for. A little wave of relief washed over them when they recognize who it was. There was a chance he’d extend some benefit of the doubt. “Oh Patroclus, thank the Fates,” Prometheus breathed out a small chuckle, sporting a sheepish smile to boot. “I have no idea where I am– I swear, this feels like trying to memorize all the right turns in the labyrinth all over again.”

[minotaurus-archive]

where — the nemean hall. with — @patroclusc​

Ever since Hypnos had drawn his attention to the greenery of the Nemean Hall, Mino has found himself keeping an eye out for them himself. Not to the detriment of his job, of course, but as a healthy curiosity, a distraction tactic, just another form of escapism. He judges the pots, the choice in soil ( generally good ) and the state of the leaves, picking it apart under the scrutinous eye of security detail.

Maybe he slacks a little, but then he’s not the most passionate employee Tartarus has seen. Uncomplaining, diligent, but never overcompensating. Another thing he keeps his eye out for: familiar faces, friendly and unfriendly. Mino might tell himself he has little interest in the past, but he keeps wading in the waters of nostalgia all the same. Maybe being born to a mother who was taken by the Fates so early on has left him built this way: always yearning for what can no longer be.

So, here, a twist of fate: another familiar face. A friendly one, however. It is no surprise to Mino that Patroclus Cirillo finds his way to this place, in these weeks: he always was a promising student, whereas Mino was nothing but good at pretending to be one as he scoped out one of the universities. Oh, glory days of past: had they abandoned Patroclus, too? “So many familiar faces here,” he says, approaching him, perfectly friendly and cordial. He has no agenda, really, not yet at least. Depends where Patroclus works, these days, “It almost feels like Arcadia, rather than Olympe. Remember me?”

[adveanture]

listen achilles was able to pass as a young girl as a teenager so like if the achilles fc is hyper masculine im not here for it 

[evlogies]

𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 — he’d thought their fate had been sealed , that they were to part, and be separated for eternity, and all anger which he had felt for the other had all subsided , now , within his presence he mutters words softly as he moves impetuously towards him. �� my achilles ,  ❜  he need not say any more.   @deathcomes​  [ for achilles ]

[sidercal-archived]

* & STARTER CALL ( ACCEPTING ) – @breaking-atlas

Gentle rays cast their light against tender moss. The glow of it wavered and melted along the rippling stream just at his backside. The Fields of Elysium was a paradise for all those deceased. Often wished upon, sought for, revered by the shades to escape all pain and strife. 

Don’t make him laugh.

Bitter as the molten lands below, a knot of contempt had bound itself to his heart. Patroclus knew it could be picked clean by the waters of the Lethe. The same river that bordered the glade he chose to reside in. Yet the bliss of forgetfulness never passed his lips. 

"When we were both alive, I... thought you were invincible. I knew of no one, nothing stronger, other than the love we shared. Was I deceived, in thinking this of you, of us? Well..." Monologue only spoken to an audience of crystals, pots, and statues. A stream of consciousness held so stubbornly by an aching soul. Of longed memories. 

[wolfpants]

10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags

Thank you for the tag, @maziktheli! <3

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001. Captive Prince - Laurent, Crown Prince of Vere and Acquitart

You see? He has forgiven me for the small matter of the whip. I have forgiven him for the small matter of killing my brother. All praise the alliance.

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002. Call Me By Your Name - Elio Perlman

Every time I go back to Rome, I go back to that one spot. It is still alive for me, still resounds with something totally present, as though a heart stolen from a tale by Poe still throbbed under the ancient slate pavement to remind me that, here, I had finally encountered the life that was right for me but had failed to have.

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003. The Song of Achilles - Patroclus

We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.

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004. Christopher Marlowe's Edward II - King Edward II of England

What Gaveston, welcome: kis not my hand, Embrace me Gaveston as I do thee: Why shouldst thou kneele, knowest thou not who I am? Thy friend, thy selfe, another Gaveston. Not Hilas was more mourned of Hercules, Then thou hast beene of me since thy exile.

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005. Interview with the Vampire (2022) - Louis de Pointe du Lac

I was being hunted. And I was completely unaware it was happening.

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006. Portrait of a Lady on Fire - Héloïse

Imagine me happy or unhappy if that reassures you. But do not imagine me guilty.

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007. House of the Dragon - Aemond Targaryen

Do not mourn me, Mother. It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon.

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008. The Binding - Emmett Farmer

We kissed as if we could stop the earth turning, as if we were enemies as well as lovers, as if we'd never see each other again.

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009. Hereditary - Annie Graham

Don't you swear at me, you little shit! Don't you ever raise your voice at me, I am your mother. You understand? All I do is worry and slave and defend you, and all I get back is that fucking face on your face!

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010. freely, as men strive for right - Harry Potter*

... he is the love of my whole disasterous fucking life, I am stupid in love with him, would murder and die in love with him, if he asked me to blind myself so I'd never see another tall, blond man again, I'd probably fucking do that too in love with him...

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*okay so this is technically a fandom within a fandom - it's @bixgirl1's wonderful fic, which is so good and SO UP THERE for me that is might as well be canon to be honest. Read it if you haven't. It destroyed me.

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No pressure tagging @academicdisasterfic @oknowkiss @emmalovesdilemmas @skeptiquewrites @sorrybutblog @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm @moony-saraneth @maesterchill @getawayfox @thebooktopus

[anemosofnyx]

kairosxevander​:

To create an oneiroi was to draw upon emotions themselves. To create a living soul that would embody a feeling; a sense of being. Patroclus was nervous to do so. What would they be like? There was such fear within this city, that the inherent knowledge had already been given to the rift. He knew what their name would be, what they would become – but summoning that power and willing it to live was something else entirely. 

Patroclus had been waiting at the temple for no more than fifteen minutes, having arrived early with very few different herbs surrounding him. The plants would do little but soothe the rift, and allow him to focus more on the power that he would have to draw upon. With Nemesis and Anemos present, however, using some of their power would hopefully help him find the spirit of air and fire and will them into life. 

“You’re here. Did you bring something for their talisman?”

@anemosofnyx​ @oneiroixnemesis​

After thousands of years to roam this planet, Anemos does not get nervous often. They have learned to take life as it comes, and adapt when necessary. And yet here they stand, their palms sweaty as a strange sensation ties their stomach in knots. So much is riding on this, they are almost afraid to be too hopeful. Creating a new one of their kind seems like a fantasy, something they’ve been chasing year after year. Now that it feels tangible, standing right in front of them that they only have to reach out just far enough to touch, a true feeling of apprehension sets in that perhaps it won’t work out, if only because Anemos wants it too much.

But at least now, they have Nemesis here with them. Whatever happens, the two spirits will at least remain with each other, for better or for worse. And if Patroclus should prove himself false, then he will learn how dangerous it is to make an enemy of oneiroi. “We did,” Anemos confirms. They reach inside their pocket, pulling out the ring. Simple but not without it’s own charm, because they could not bring themselves to choose something plain for the new oneiroi. Everything must be perfect. Their eyes flit over to Nemesis, feeling more comfort standing close to them. “What do you need us to do?”

@oneiroixnemesis​

[whenthemarshmallowmettheslayer]

001 Percy Jackson

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: Percy Jackson. 

Least Favorite character: Hermes. 

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Percy/Annabeth, Selina/Clarisse, Sally/Paul, Nico and happiness, and Artemis/Zoe. 

Character I find most attractive: they’re all attractive. 

Character I would marry: none of them tbh. 

Character I would be best friends with: Hazel Levesque.  

a random thought: Artemis Fowl is either the son of Hermes, Athena, or Nike if PJ and AF took place in the same universe. 

An unpopular opinion: In HoO Rick writes Aphrodite herself - not her cabin  - better than he did in PJ but there was still a lot more to her that could have been explored. 

My Canon OTP: percybeth. 

My Non-canon OTP:  Clarisse/Selina

Most Badass Character: Percy Jackson. 

Most Epic Villain: Luke Castellan. I wouldn’t say he’s an epic villain but honestly he’s my favorite villain out of the series so...

Pairing I am not a fan of: Chris/Clarisse and Charles/Selina - sorry, nothing against the guys (I actually like Charles and don’t remember enough about Chris to dislike him) personally but Clarisse and Selina were the Achilles and Patroclus of their generation. 

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Grover Underwood, Drew Tanka, Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo, and Frank Zhang. 

Favorite Friendship: I know this isn’t a friendship but I ardently love the close relationship Percy has with his mom. 

Character I most identify with: Annabeth Chase and Hazel Levesque.  

Character I wish I could be: Sally Jackson. 

[baljeet]

001 for tsoa?

em i love you thanks so much for asking!!

Favorite character: briseis

Least Favorite character: deida-what’s-her-face can fuck right off

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): patrochilles, briseis and the happy ending she deserved . . . idk 

Character I find most attractive: apollo 

Character I would marry:  . . . briseis

Character I would be best friends with: patroclus!! what a smol babe

a random thought: i put a post it into my copy of this every time i cried and i literally almost went through the whole pack i stg i’m an emotional mess

An unpopular opinion: uhm tbh i didn’t like the whole hector storyline thing it kind of ruined the emotion a bit i found it slightly contrived

My Canon OTP: patrochilles!!

My Non-canon OTP: patrochilles living happily ever after

Most Badass Character: odysseus was lowkey edgy?? idk i saw it

Most Epic Villain: thetis

Pairing I am not a fan of: umm achilles x deida-what’s-her-face was disgusting and gfdfdgdfg

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): chiron was a bit mary-sue-ish i feel like he needed some flaws idk

Favourite Friendship: patroclus and briseis

Character I most identify with: reckless flaming homosexual apollo

Character I wish I could be: reckless flaming homosexual apollo

ask me about my fandoms!! 

[sidercal-archived]

tag drop .

[sidercal-archived]

* & STARTER CALL ( ACCEPTING ) – @caustixsoul

“...Ah.” Hardly a greeting worth manners, that was. But Patroclus couldn’t seen to – what was the word.. care. Not when he was constantly busy with internalized grief ( often guised as unwarranted bitterness ). 

Still, he entertained the other’s presence. Wasn’t like he had much else to do when he was particularly fond of this little clearing. “Leave me to my eternal paradise.. Damn you.”