thewrathofachilles
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thewrathofachilles · 16 days ago
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do y’all have that one character that you are just so convinced is literally you that when someone says they like said character you get an ego boost or are you normal
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thewrathofachilles · 16 days ago
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Gigi are you extroverted or introverted
I'm a threat
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thewrathofachilles · 1 month ago
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we need to abolish the idea that ancient greek myths and legend have a coherent timeline. they do not. for any given myth there are like 10 heroes mentioned that feasibly could not have been adults or even alive. herakles keeps showing up in places where he should probably be dead. anyone could be a suitor of helen. even herakles. even theseus if you count that kidnapping stint he did. nestor is alive for 10 billion years. time is fake and anything beyond vague generational outlines is conjecture
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thewrathofachilles · 1 month ago
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ik pieces of media with themes pertaining to the cycle of violence hate to see me coming.
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thewrathofachilles · 1 month ago
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reading the iliad is crazy bc it just wildly flip flops between divine sitcom, the horrors of war, the most beautiful description you've ever read and a list of names that could've been 20 items shorter but absolutely should not be
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thewrathofachilles · 1 month ago
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The Lament of a Life (Achilles and Antilochus short songfic)
If someone asks me how the lament of Achilles looks like my answer would be the amazing aria with music composed by Vivaldi:
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The lyrics go on a repeat like this:
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So today is a bit chilly and so I was inspired by this amazing song and made this! (Sorry itis a random inspiration I had this morning from this piece thus the title "song-fic")
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His eyelids were heavy. He didn’t feel like getting up anymore. His bed seemed cold and inhospitable and yet he didn’t feel like moving out of it. His eyes opened slowly and looked to the side. It was empty. He looked outside his tent. Also empty. There was nothing left; he didn’t have the subject of his revenge anymore; he had given it back. Hector’s body was buried and celebrated. His revenge had come to an end. And yet, he felt empty. Nothing mattered. Achilles, the Best and Noblest of all the Greeks was no longer feeling anything mattered. What would it matter now that the subject of his vengeance was gone, if the subject of all the affections he could offer to a human being was also gone? His soul was in turmoil throughout the process. He thought on Briseis, the woman that he felt so strongly for; merely a slave and yet so important for him, had started this domino of reactions which led him to the strike; his refusal to fight. Then his refusal led to this terrible result; the death of his other half. The flame that flickered inside him was gone, the moment Patroclus’s eyes turned glassy from death and he wasn’t even there. During Patroclus’s last moments…he wasn’t there! He remembered his wife; a woman he barely knew and yet she gave him a son, a son he adored despite his young years, a son that he never knew and a son that never knew him back. He could be lamenting for them; they wouldn’t see him again possibly. Given the prophecy, he was to die in war. Possibly neither his wife nor his son, were included in the prophecy. He should be crying for them. He should be crying for the people that were around him and yet…he was feeling weak; unwilling to even get out of his bed and eat because of… He slowly forced himself to sit up and he looked at the magnificent urn with two handles that was always within eye gaze from him. The intricate patterns were cold; just like his bed that could not give him warmth.
“Come back…” he whispered in a voice chocked deep in his throat
Tears oozed out of his sea-blue eyes; his throat burning anew.
“I did what you asked…I offered you a burial…come back…! Please…come back to me!”
His hand was shaking as it was reaching for the cold, golden urn; his other fixing the covers upon his naked chest, in a vain attempt to generate some warmth within.
“Please…” he whispered again, “Come back…!”
“Achilles…”
The young and soft voice didn’t surprise him neither made him react. Antilochus was standing right behind him, undoubtedly had entered his tent a little while prior, enough to hear his foolish and childish lament.
“He won’t come back…” the young man said as a matter of fact, “You offered him a burial. He is in the land of Hades now… He will not come back”
More tears arose from Achilles’s eyes as he clasped desperately the covers against his chest; his face buried to the pocket created by them as if his own eyes wanted to confirm what hurt so much was indeed the organ that was pumping his blood, giving him life inside. Yes, he knew. His cut hair was also a proof of that but hearing it again was somehow destroying that foolish illusion that if he begged hard enough, goddess Persephone would have mercy and send back Patroclus to him; his soul to talk to or at least restore his body to hold one more time…
“Soul of my soul…” he mumbled in lament, “My dear as my own heart…”
“Shh…” Antilochus whispered in tears, hugging his shoulders affectionately, “I know… I know… Please don’t do this to yourself… I know it hurts but…he’s gone… No matter what you do…how much you melt…he won’t come back…”
“Heart of my heart…” Achilles lamented again, “I want him back…! I want him to come back…”
“I know…” Antilochus said again, caressing his golden locks with his hands
Achilles seemed almost aged at that point in his sorrow. Antilochus almost felt tempted to look for white hairs in his golden head.
“And I am sorry that I cannot offer you any consolation… Forgive me. I am not him; I cannot take your sorrow away…”
Antilochus softly raised Achilles’s head, cupping his cheeks and making him look deep in the eyes. He moped the tears from his cheekbones with his thumbs.
“I know I am young and foolish…but, please, take one bit of advice from me; stop looking at it! Stop looking at that urn! It will only hurt you more… You need to come back to us too…we need you…”
He looked away.
“I need you…” he whispered shyly, “You are my hero, my idol… I need you back, strong and healthy…maybe some of your previous happiness back… Please…please my dear…we all need you. Above all I do…”
Achilles looked at him and for one moment he looked like a hurt animal facing the peasant that had released him from the hunter’s trap. However then he laughed; it was a dry, humorless, lamenting laugh.
“Don’t be foolish!” he said self-pettily, “No one shall need me! I shall die! I know I will!”
“Don’t talk like that!”
“You can’t deny it, Antilochus! I know it to be true! It was predicted for me! I will die! I will die in this war! My mother told me someday I would die in this war if I decided to fight! I shall never go home! I shall never see my wife and son! I will die now! I know I will and I don’t care! Nothing matters anymore!”
“Don’t say that!” Antilochus retorted again
“I know the truth” Achilles insisted, “I decided it for myself. I know what my fate is! That urn Im staring is waiting for me! I am to die!”
Antilochus looked away. He seemed hesitant; his arm rubbing his upper arm as if he was about to make that confession no one has heard before.
“I’ll tell you a secret…” he whispered, “So am I…”
Achilles seemed surprised and shocked for the first time in that conversation. Suddenly the lament gone; now there was fear in his eyes. Fear for yet another loss.
“My father was hiding it…but I overheard him. An oracle once told him to beware of an Ethiopian. At first I didn’t know…but my father tried to hide it from me. I know now that I am to die somehow by someone from a foreign land… Maybe today maybe tomorrow maybe here maybe at home… I know though that I will die like this…and…”
He swallowed and looked back at Achilles. The elder man gasped seeing tears to Antilochus’s eyes.
“…And I am scared! I am scared, Achilles! I don’t want to tell my father that for he would be ashamed of me and my cowardice but…I am scared! How can you take it, Achilles? How can you live knowing that you will die…?”
“Antilochus…”
Antilochus quickly mopped his own tears, sniffing his nose, trying to find his composure.
“I’m sorry…” he mumbled, “I don’t know what came into me! I just…”
He sighed.
“We need you back” he finally repeated, “You are our strength and our courage. When you are out there we are afraid of nothing!”
“Antilochus!”
And Achilles did something the younger prince never expected; he embraced him.
“Antilochus, dear to my heart…don’t say such things please. Don’t you say that you will die! I will not let you! I…I will protect you!”
“You…you will…?”
“I will!”
Achilles kissed the top of his head and held him close. Maybe for the first time in weeks he didn’t think of death and burials. Right now he was lamenting a life; this young man who was there apparently sharing his pain and fate. No, he wouldn’t see yet another young person close to him die before him in battle!
“I will protect you! I will not let anything happen to you I promise!”
The two men remained there for quite some time, neither wanted to count the time. It was a shared lament for their short lives; a lament that was different than the one for the dead souls. Who would die first? If both of them were destined to die in the war against Troy, who would die first and who would watch the other die? Neither wanted to be the last. Neither wanted to see the other die. What weird and sad fate! Achilles was almost rocking the youth in his arms so worried of his upcoming death while he was almost welcoming his at that point; oftentimes kissing tenderly his temple. Antilochus was trying to evoke some of his warmth to Achilles for he was afraid for his upcoming death; his welcoming of it. He didn’t want to hear fate yet alone his willingness to accept it. It was a weird way to connect that autumn morning. And yet he felt that at least Achilles might have found a reason to postpone his will to die. Antilochus broke the embrace first, standing up.
“Look at us!” he chuckled softly, “Looking like children playing at the gymnasium like this! We have a war to fight! I am sorry…I took your personal time, my lord Achilles…”
“Wait!” Achilles’s voice made him stop, “Stay…please…”
It was a request; a pleading.
“Please stay with me longer…” he almost seemed worried, afraid
“Are you afraid of the dark and shadows?”
“Yes…” Achilles admitted, “More like those inside my heart… Please stay a bit longer…”
Antilochus smiled softly.
“Of course, my lord…” he whispered, “I would be delighted”
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Outside the tents, the Greeks were already preparing for the events of the day. The kings were to negotiate their next step again given how the mourning period for Hector was over, how the killings would start anew. It was a sad prospect and they knew their own forces wouldn’t last long. The spies were also informing them on movement on Troy’s part to call upon more allies to arrive to the battlefield. Odysseus was thinking all this as he pranced about the camp. He blew some warm air to his freezing fingers. Autumn was in for good. Soon winter would arrive again.
“Yet another year to the foot of Troy…” he thought miserably, “Yet another year away from our homes…for the sakes of this war…”
He was also worried on Achilles. That last lament period shocked everyone. Achilles had just collapsed and then turned into blind rage. People were afraid on his sanity; that his mind would break. An out of control Achilles was much more dangerous than they would have thought. And their army needed their support. Before the Trojans had Hector to even the odds. Now their strongest warrior was gone. It would be their chance to have higher spirits and yet they didn’t. Achilles was a mess. Once more they seemed to square one… He could only hope he would snap out of his grief enough to fight. His gloomy thoughts were interrupted when he saw old Nestor. Nestor was suffering more than the rest of them from the cold; he had a bear skin over his shoulders to keep his old bones warmer and yet he refused to stand back. Odysseus smiled.
“Good morning, my friend” he said
“Good morning” Nestor replied, “It turned chilly!”
“Yeah…” Odysseus agreed, “Sometimes I envy the young!”
“Speaking of which…my son left the tent earlier this morning. He said he wanted to check on Achilles and I didn’t hear from him since. Have you seen him?”
“No” Odysseus replied thoughtfully, “But I was heading there myself to check on things. Maybe he is still there”
As if on a queue they heard light laughter coming from the direction where the Myrdmidons had camped.  The distinct, clear laughter from Achilles made a small smile creep to Odysseus’s lips.
“It’s the first time I hear him laugh in weeks…” he sounded almost hopeful, “Your son is a miracle-worker!”
Nestor smiled back.
“He is…” he whispered thoughtfully, “He is…”
Odysseus’s smile dropped when he saw a shadow in Nestor’s eyes. He didn’t need to ask to know there was something ominous hanging over the two youths.
Yet another time he looked at the cloudy, gray sky and wondered to Athena how all that was even justified…if the youth were to perish and all the others would live…
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So yeah...Achilles being depressed and Antilochus giving some consolation! TT_TT Achilles hoped to see Patroclus's ghost again (which is what inspired me from that amazing Aria as well!)
Also I wondered if Antilochus knew the warning Nestor got to "beware of an Ethiopian" if he would know or sense the warning was for himself instead of his father...what if he feared it all along...maybe that would be the connection with Achilles!
Set after the mourning period of Hector! As you can see I kept it a bit "homeric" in the essence that I love tenderness in his writing and then leave it unravel!
a small thanking thing in a way too for @smokey07 for honoring me with a mention! Anoher thankng for @h0bg0blin-meat for his sketch to one of my silly headcanons about Achilles and Patroclus! Still makes me giggle my friend!
Also I want you guys check out my brilliant friend's art and mentions on our characters trust me you won't regret it! Many parallels of the epic cycle were added unconsciously to our story! Hahahaha! @artsofmetamoor
My analysis on Achilles and Patroclus can be found here
Antilochus needed some love too there! Hehehe others write scary stories for October but I was like "nope I shall mention ghosts in angst!"
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thewrathofachilles · 2 months ago
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Telemachus who can't really grieve for or miss his father because he barely knows who he's missing or mourning. He tries, but he doesn't know how. The father he misses is someone he made up in his head, stitched together from bits of his mother's and grandparents' stories. The grief doesn't feel true. It feels misplaced. Not to say he doesn't feel anything. It's all just a vague, muddled mess of confusion, longing, emptiness, anger and sadness. Send post
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thewrathofachilles · 2 months ago
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warrior Penelope au because women in armor + holding swords >>>>
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thewrathofachilles · 2 months ago
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I couldn't physically call Achilles and Patroclus boyfriends or lovers because their bond is something SO MUCH MORE than just that and I don't think we have the word for it. The closest I can think of is "Soulmates" and yet I don't think that's enough. They're so urgh that they can be platonic or romantic
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thewrathofachilles · 2 months ago
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some howell jenkins pendragon sketches
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thewrathofachilles · 2 months ago
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pink pony club but it’s the greeks hiding away in the trojan horse
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thewrathofachilles · 2 months ago
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odyssey adaptation where a mini odysseus appears, pauses and explains how he'll get out of his latest misadventure
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thewrathofachilles · 2 months ago
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someone told me that it was orestes' fault that clytemnestra's story is a tragedy and I about had an aneurysm
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thewrathofachilles · 2 months ago
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People will be like I love Greek mythology but I hate everything that involves incest, infidelity, violence, slavery, misogyny, undeserved suffering, questionable relationships, ethically dubious heroes and gods,and morality that is foreign to me.
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thewrathofachilles · 2 months ago
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Heroes of the Iliad like
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thewrathofachilles · 3 months ago
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all this yearning and nowhere to put it
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thewrathofachilles · 3 months ago
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you know shits getting bad again when i get back on tumblr
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