fh-rp

[shay-mazing]

I posted this on my twt hours ago but it's still in my head so I'm posting here for some input, because feelings.

Anyway so I'm still stuck on Song of Achilles. In the Odyssey, Odysseus sees Achilles in the underworld, so if you continue to weave the book with the rest of the myth. Does Achilles ask where Petroclus is? Does Odysseus tell him how Petroclus' name wasn't engraved on his monument because his son refused?

Please tell me I'm not the only one who imagines that part of the Odyssey as a part of the story of the afterlife for Petrochilles. Like Achilles finds out what happened and knows they will meet again so he isn't just wandering blankly and lost. That he id waiting & the is why they find each other immediately at the end of the book. I need to know I'm not alone in this, and that this is a general consensus for those who have read the book. Also if there are fics about this, I'd love to read it.

[airyal245]

This game is so good

Progress stuff below cut

I had a lot of fun with this one. It was partly because the game's colors reminded me where my inspiration comes from

Also,

pardon?

[jennyandvastraflint]

Xena Reactions S1Ep14!

Some guy running through the woods

Average interaction between my idiot brothers

HEHE XENA

Gabrielle 🥰

A "Titan's key"? Sounds important

A puzzleee

AJDHDHSH SHE ATE IT. SUCH A MENACE

Nice to meet you "GO AWAY"

Ambrosia! Ohhhh

"We were to be married" Gabrielle is like 😐

Is this disgusting dude the man they're looking for?

Yup

Super awkward trek together.

"Hate's a pretty strong word. But maybe the right one."

I'm not like Other Bloodthirsty Warlords much

Xena's like GF come here

"And I'm asking you to trust me" AAAAA

"There's four of us" "There doesn't have to be"

Xena prepared to rip him to shreds for threatening her gf. She's just like Vastra fr 🦎

GABRIELLE WITH THE BAG

Bruh, he just killed him

They just leave the guy in the woods. Lol.

WHAT NICE HALLOWEEN DECORATIONS. Skeletons on wheels

Arrows again

Oh and a bridge. Of course.

Course it breaks

OH FFS WHAT IS WRONGGGG WITH THIS GUY

The bridge rips.

I FUCKING HATE HIM

👀 She saves her girlfriend

"You stinking, smelling scumbag"

Can we just agree that both these men are SHIT.

"She's worthless" oh Xena is pissedddd

"If she dies, you die" HHHHEHEHE I LOVE LESBIANS WILLING TO KILL FOR THEIR LOVER

GABRIELLE. WHERE. GIRLFRIEND???

Don't talk to the man........

GET YOUR SHIT HANDS OFF GABRIELLE YOU CUNTFACE

HEHEHE XENA GONN KILL HIM

"Don't mess with my (girl)friend"

"You hurt my friend and I'll rip your throat out" Hehehehe Xena your lesbianism is showing

Gabrielle you're so cute I love you

"Nonamea".... Almost like it has... No name...

OH SHIT. They just dishonoured the temple thousandfold...

"Your doom is assured!" *sees his men be beaten up* "However, I might be mistaken" sjdhdvsgsh

Let's settle for the men are both idiots

"Well this is going to be a pleasant evening" GABRIELLE XDDD

"Rock. Rock. Rock!" kicks sand. XD

AHAHAHA GABRIELLE BEAT HIM

"Don't pull a ring" ffs he pulled it XD

Ohhh, treashör.

TITAN'S KEY.

NAURRRR IS GABRIELLE GONE TOO

"if you let me go I'll build a temple to you"

Gabrielle i love you btw

FFS of course the guy stepped onto something

It does look very pretty

STOP PUTTING A KNIFE TO GABRIELLE'S THROAT

He was stabbed or whatever. Idc

Xena is very strong. Lovelyyy

Oop. Did she shoot him with his own knife

"Pls gimme my redemption arc before I die" How about no. Die <3

Ahhh,her wedding bracelet

Anyway back to lesbians.

"He was a good man" debatable.

Anyway. Lesbians.

[leouusaurxoxo]

Tsoa was an emotional ride. I cannot think of anything but the afterwords and the two hopeless, lost souls, reaching out in the dark, and light erupts from their touch. Achilles went mad. Patroclus' last thought was Achilles. Even in death and after, roaming as a pained soul, his thoughts were of Achilles.

These men, who killed for the other, also lived for the other; and they died for the other.

Imagine them in the underworld, life cut short because one was— unfortunately — a half-god. Imagine the said god, awaiting the half of his soul, alone and but a mere shadow. A soul without his counterpart. A soul that had once glimmered as bright if not more as sun in the battlefield. Now he waits for his Philtatos. All rugged at the edges and empty.

When Thetis sinks his name beside Achilles, imagine Petroclus. He rushes because Achilles is waiting for him. He is waiting for him with his arms open and Petroclus knew his arms would be open because he was waiting for him. Their skins sizzle as they finally meet, and light as bright as thousand suns spills out.

[billyharringson]

WIP tag game

Thank you for the wonderful @weird-an for the tag. I like this one.

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I keep my WIP ideas in a spreadsheet (yes I am that person) so i'm going to go with the titles/descriptions i've put there. I'm literally just copy/pasting from the spreadsheet so there probably will be spelling mistakes.

My WIPS:

your son calls me daddy too - long shot sugar daddy fic

Eastside

Tiktok au

Mungrove college AU

achilies/petroclus reincarnation au - harringrove - but achillies (billy) dies first

electorstimulation shibari

overdramatic Eddie lamenting his crush on Billy

Soon you'll get better

Omegaverse free use Billy

Glory hole with trans Billy and established Jargilly

teacher/student follow up

It means to lie beneath follow up

playing nicely follow up

Argyle making trans Billy get off using a grinder strapped to his leg

Munvergrove where Eddie and Jason add Billy as a third but Billy doesn’t known their dating

Stargilly where Steve and Billy are both subs

Demon Jason taking Billy's soul after he kills Neil

Dog trainer Steve accidentally training Billy

Hopper not knowing who Billy is dating and trying to figure it out

cute harringrove where Steve kisses Billy on the forehead when he's sleeping

Possible Natural 20 continuation

No pressure tags for @shieldofiron @applewillowstone and anyone else who wants to have a go :)

[thisoneisbatter]

Holy: Chapter Eight

This is a new fic that is completed but I think I’ll be rolling it out chapter by chapter because it is a long one. It’s brat tamer, jaded widower Sheriff Hassan in full effect. This fic does contain some very rough sex and consensual sexual violence in some chapters so please do not read if that is a trigger for you. Otherwise, please enjoy and leave feedback!

Holy

Chapter Eight

Word Count: 1k+

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Deep family secrets are finally revealed.

Hassan had promised to take the weekend to help Leslie go through her mother’s things. His intentions weren’t entirely altruistic. The state medical examiner hadn’t issued his report, but had said off the record that it definitely seemed like foul play. Unofficially, poisoning.

There wasn’t much evidence to collect in the guest room closet that could tie someone to Cindy’s murder, but maybe he could figure out what the hell was going on on the island and why someone would want to poison her to begin with.

“What’s in this box?” Hassan reached for a hat box at the top of closet. He’d been handing things down to Leslie, most of which she’d stuffed into a black trash bag. A stack of old National Geographics, a pair of dry rotten men’s penny loafers, exactly the types of things you’d expect to find. This box was different. It was leather and very old but well cared-for.

“Uhh, I think it’s like my adoption stuff.” She gestured to the bed where they’d been putting the things she wanted to keep; photo albums and a few of her mom’s old dresses. “It can just go over there.”

“Do you-can I look at it?” It felt wrong to ask. Something so incredibly personal. He was more prepared for her to say no than yes.

“It doesn’t have who my birth parents are or anything like that. Its just like, basic info.” She replied flippantly. “I’m going to take a couple of bags down to the trash. You can look at whatever. I don’t have, like, giant family secrets or whatever.” She shot him a mockingly crazy look, laughing a little at his interest.

Fifteen minutes later, when Leslie returned, Hassan was sitting in a chair by the window deeply engrossed in the papers he couldn’t even read. It was almost entirely in Romanian. A stack of handwritten notes, typewritten documents on impossibly thin paper, a photo of a crying baby wrapped in a threadbare blanket, and a maroon passport with a picture of a pale toddler in pigtails. The name was Lavinia Eder. It was Leslie.

“Your name is Lavinia?” He chuckled a bit.

“And your name is Hassan.” She pointed out the obvious with a smile.

“Why do you go by Leslie?” He couldn’t imagine calling her anything else.

“Lavinia sounds like an 80 year old woman with a hunch back selling potatoes. Not very in line with my personality.” It amazed him how little she seemed to care about her personal history. Maybe it was something she had already worked her way through earlier in her life, but it was surprising to him nonetheless.

“Can you read Romanian?” He asked, lifting the papers to indicate that he needed translation.

“Kind of.” She took a seat on the floor next to him. “I can read these ones,” she pointed to the typewritten ones, “but not the cursive notes.” She took the first fragile page from the file, staring at it for a long time, trying to process the letters through the out of practice dictionary in her mind. “Uh, okay. It says infant girl,” she smiled at him and mouthed <i>me</i>, “found at Biserica Neagra, which I guess means like, Black Church or whatever, in Brasov. Weight 2.2 kilograms. Infant found beneath statue of Saint Petroclus. I don’t know if I’m saying that right. January 21st, 1998. And that’s my birthday.” She winked. His heart was breaking imagining this tiny newborn left in the cold, and she fucking winked. “And then it just says I was moved to an orphanage in Bucharest, which is where my parents adopted me.” She handed the page to him, taking the next one in the stack. “Okay, this one is their request to adopt me. It just has my mom and dad on here saying they want the infant found in Brasov on my birthday. My mom told me she read about it in the paper.” She took the next page. “This one is saying that I am Lavinia, I’m 2 years old, I weigh 11 kilograms, it says ‘no damage’ but I think that’s talking about, like, disabilities and stuff. I think it’s just info about me at the orphanage.” She takes another page. “Uh, yeah, okay. This one is saying I’m being adopted by my parents on October 6th, 2001. They get me, my clothes, my blanket, and some papers.” She shot him a final smile. “And that’s it. Nothing that interesting.”

Hassan let her brush it off while they finished clearing out the upstairs rooms her mom used for storage. They ate pizza on her bedroom floor and had kind of boring sex before he called it a night. His mind was elsewhere.

He’d taken pictures of the papers in the box, more specifically, the handwritten notes. He knew it was a violation of her privacy. She hadn’t given him permission. For all he knew, she was saying she couldn’t read them because she didn’t want to. He just had to know.

The next morning, Hassan went into work early. He jumped head first into a Google rabbit hole almost immediately. At face value, Leslie’s adoption was unusual, but not extraordinary. Cindy, a Romanian woman living in America, saw that a baby was abandoned at a church and wanted to adopt her. Stuff like that happens. Once he started adding it all up, the details spelled something bizarre.

“Hey, Les.” He caught her the second she sat down at her desk. It was 8:30. She was late, but he had way too much swimming in his mind to even address it. “Come over here. I need to talk to you about something.”

“What’s up?” She rolled her chair to his desk, looking only mildly concerned.

“I know you’re probably going to be upset, but I took some pictures of the papers in your adoption file and looked up what they said.” He braced for impact.

“Whoa, Hassan, what the fuck?” Her look of disgust stung a bit, but he’d expected it. It was a violation of her trust after all.

“It’s uhm,” He leaned forward, smoothed his hand down his beard, and rested it on Leslie’s knee. “You’ve got to know there’s something weird going on there.”

“What, then?” It was her turn to find him incredibly annoying. “My parents were weird people. What did you find?”

“Okay,” Hassan pulled out his notepad and leaned back in his chair, ready to elevator pitch Leslie’s own life story to her. “So you were found in the Black Church in Brasov. Brasov is in…Transylvania.” He drew the word out, cringing a bit at her mocking raised eyebrow. It sounded so stupid out loud. “The statue you were found under was Saint Petrolcus of Troye. I tried to look stuff up but came up really short until I realized that your family isn’t Catholic. They’re Eastern Orthodox, right?” She nodded, starting to slump in her chair. He was right. The story wasn’t as cut and dry as she’d believed her entire life. “In the Orthodox church, he is the Patron Saint of Demons and Fever, and his feast day is January 21st.”

“So what does that mean, then?” She looked confused, but mostly angry. Either this was the coincidence of a lifetime, or she’d been lied to at some point by her own family.

“I’m not done, Leslie.” He almost didn’t want to tell her the rest. It sounded crazy. It was crazy. “Do you know how hard it is to find some kind of translation for cursive Romanian? It took me all morning, but I did find it.” He put his phone on the desk at their side with the photos of the three notes pulled up. “These papers were stuffed into the blanket with you when you were left.” He pointed to the first one, which read <i> morții să rămână în pământ</i>, “’May the dead stay in the ground.’ Weird thing to put on a baby. The second one,” he pointed to one reading <i> salvatorul nostru de îngerii căzuți</i>, “Our savior from the fallen angels.” He flipped to the last photo, this one more of a scrawl than the rest, clearly written in haste. It said <i> ea va ști unde poate fi găsită lumina </i>. “She knows where the light can be found.”

Leslie had her head in her hands now, not looking at Hassan.

“Now, Leslie, I want to think that you definitely didn’t know what these notes said, because you’d have told me. And it could also just be the scribblings of a crazy person. I’d believe that last bit for sure if it wasn’t for an email I got from the old Sheriff before I ever even moved to the island. It said, that if I need anything, I should ask Leslie, because she knows where everything can be found. That’s a strange way to word that, right? ‘She knows where everything can be found.’ I did a little extra research on Sheriff Henry. He was pretty well loved by everyone, but one thing he wasn’t was a Catholic. And neither am I, and neither are you, or your mother.” He leaned as far forward as he could, taking her head in his hands and lifting her face to be just inches from his. “Tell me why there are suddenly missing people on an island that hasn’t had more than a fender bender in almost 100 years, a woman is screaming about demons and then suddenly turns up dead, and her daughter, a Sheriff’s Deputy, has a few too many weird connections to be just a fluke.”

Leslie was in tears. Gasping, inescapable tears. Hassan suddenly became hyper-aware of his grip on her and pulled his hand away.

“I don’t understand what you’re accusing me of.” She gulped down a sob. “I don’t know what’s happening.”

“I’m not accusing you of anything.” He sat back, taking stock of what exactly he was doing. “I guess I’m accusing everyone else of something. I just don’t know what yet.”

“So what, Hassan, demons came to Crockett and killed my mother?” She didn’t sound entirely sarcastic. Maybe it was a start. Maybe she’d believe him.

“No, I think that Bev Keane killed your mother.”

[poems-about-oranges]

“I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

Petroclus, The Song of Achilles (Madeline Miller)

[gingerbreadbooks2020]

Bookblr Post #49

So, I picked up The Song Of Achilles, finally. It’s been sitting on my bookshelf for months, I think, and I’ve been seeing so much hype about it over TikTok. Hype may not be the right word, but I’ve seen hundreds of people raving about it.

I’ve been sat here, maybe for a couple hours, just reading. I’m up to page 197, Chapter 19. I finally decided to put it down because it’s 5am and even I think that I should probably head to bed.

Everything I’ve seen about this book has been an understatement, I would say. It’s honestly one of the most beautifully written books I’ve ever read. Miller’s writing just evokes emotions so precisely and perfectly. Everything seems so seamless, I really hadn’t noticed that two hours had passed until I realised I was tired.

I’m not going to spoil anything, because I want people to go and read it. I’ve cried and I’ve laughed and I’ve cried again. Sometimes from happiness, sometimes not. There are probably a hundred words to describe this book and I can’t think of one.

- Gingerbread ♤

[turtleslovetoread]

‘I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room , loving him in silence’

The Song of Achilles- Madeline Miller

[shedontlovehuhself]

I am just finding out Misha was a fanboy of Achilles and Petroclus. Not surprising at all they were his otp, lol! Now I'm thinking of Misha writing Achilles and Petroclus fanfics as a teen. Or hell, as an adult. And that's so cute!💙💙

From tvguide's insta in February 2020

[somethings-are-meant-tobe]

[endless-whump]

After everything he went through with him, for him, Achilles wouldn’t do the one thing Petroclus ever asked of him

[sasorikigai]

which tragic character from ancient Greek literature are you?

antigone

you are antigone, from the theban plays by sophocles. you are bold, unwavering in your morals and your passion, an unstoppable force of nature. but when you go head-to-head with an immovable object, your ideals can lead you to self-destruction. you are stubbornly resilient and fearless to a fault, and aren't afraid to stand alone in the face of death. antigone, in your quest for justice, don't forget: you are allowed to step back, to love life a little, to be young once more before soldiering on to the very very end. be selfish in your fierceness, just once.

patroclus

you are patroclus, from the iliad by homer, doomed by fate to be stuck in a love story that has no place on the battlefield. although you always have the best intentions, you have to realize you cannot save everyone. your unwavering loyalty means you often lose yourself in the process of putting others first. take a deep breath, remember who you are, and that you are deserving of the same love you try to put out. you are kind, you are strong, and you give and you give but it is never enough to protect those you love. in the end, it's not even enough to protect yourself.

Tagged by: stole it from the dash 

Tagging: @heamatic​, @ephemeralkryonics​, @maximummuses​, @sonxflight​ and YOU!

[mr-mustache-penis]

me, reading The Song of Achilles: this ain't that gay

me, now halfway through the book: this is gay... and sad

[eaudecrow]

Petroclus redesign commission for @thebloodgod! He hit my number 1 weakness for character designs: wings. So this was fun

[bittersweet-mojo]

Thinking about Achilles