you can't. i know. i'll tell you a secret. featuring hades-based achilles, son of peleus, greatest of the greeks i. [ app ] ii. [ stats ] iii. [ rules ] iv. [ credit ]
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you can't. i know. i'll tell you a secret. featuring hades-based achilles, son of peleus, greatest of the greeks i. [ app ] ii. [ stats ] iii. [ rules ] iv. [ credit ]
misc action memes
the one sending in the prompt is the one comitting the action . [ add * for role reversal ! ]
🤚 - to offer your muse a hand in dance . 🤕 - to dress your muse’s wound . 🎀 - to braid / brush your muse’s hair . 🗡️ - to point a weapon at your muse . 👑 - to bow down before your muse . ☀️ - to kiss your muse’s hand . 🧋 - to offer your muse a drink . 💎 - to try to steal something from your muse . 🚬 - to light your muse’s cigarette . 🙄 - for my muse to roll their eyes at yours . 💐- to gift a bouquet of flowers . 😴 - to fall asleep on your muse . 🧥 - to warm your muse by wrapping them in a coat / blanket . 🌻 - for my muse to suddenly hold your muse’s hand . ❗️ - for my muse to hold your muse’s chin as a way of getting attention . 🔔 - for my muse to wake yours from a nightmare . 🎁 - for my muse to cup your muse’s face with their hands . ⭐️ - for my muse to stargaze with yours . 💍 - for my muse to tie a piece of jewelry around your muse’s neck or wrist . ❤️ - for my muse to kiss yours on the forehead . 👋 - for my muse to tug at your muse’s sleeve for attention . 🥱 - for my muse to yawn loudly . 🌸 - to place a flower crown on your muse’s head . 🦁 - to snarl / growl at your muse . 🤝 - for my muse to reach out their hand for a handshake . 💥 - to push your muse aside . 🖕 - for my muse to flash their middle finger at your muse . 🌹 - for my muse to blush . 🌼 - to give your muse a piggyback . 🌾 - for my muse to catch yours from falling / fainting . 🟠 - for my muse to pace back and forth . 🤺 - to challenge your muse to a sparring match . 🩹 - to trace your muse’s scars . 👁 - to glare at your muse . ✨ - for your muse to catch mine shirtless . 🎵 - for my muse to catch yours singing in secret . 💧 - for my muse to wipe away your muse’s tears . 🧽 - to wipe / clean blood off your muse . 😢 - for my muse to be caught crying . 💪 - for my muse to flex their muscles . ✊ - for my muse to hit yours . 😶🌫️ - to be caught hiding from something . 🧍 - to block your muse’s path . 🌡 - to check your muse’s temperature . 🪦 - to see yours by a grave . 🚶 - to go on a long walk together . ⚡ - to take shelter from a storm together . 👀 - to be caught staring at your muse . 🪴 - for your muse to lean on my muse for support . 🧨 - to pin your muse against the wall . ⚔️ - to fight against enemies together . 🪞 - to catch my muse trying to compose themselves in front of a mirror . 🤫 - for my muse to place a finger to their lips, shushing your muse . 👞 - for my muse to help yours get dressed . 🤗 - to hug your muse . 🩸 - to approach your muse soaked in blood . 🛡️ - for my muse to protect yours from harm . ☃️ - to build a snowman together .
strangers beneath the same sky starters.
dialogue starters for first time meetings in historical or fantasy settings.
“forgive my intrusion. have we met before?”
“you walk as one accustomed to long roads.”
“it is rare to find another soul in this place.”
“you bear the air of someone with purpose. may i ask your name?”
“the wind carries your scent of distant lands.”
“you seem far from home, stranger.”
“your robes speak of refinement, yet your eyes tell another story.”
“may i share your fire for a while?”
“it seems fate has led our paths to cross.”
“you handle that weapon with care. a practitioner, perhaps?”
“have you come seeking fortune, or fleeing something?”
“i did not expect company in such a lonely place.”
“you carry a heavy heart. the road must have been unkind.”
“are you a wanderer, or one with a destination in mind?”
“you move with discipline. do you belong to a sect?”
“the way you observe the horizon... what do you see there?”
“i could not help but notice your talisman. a charm for protection?”
“you seem unafraid, even here. that is uncommon.”
“your presence disturbs the silence yet i do not mind it.”
“do you often travel alone, or am i witnessing a rare moment?”
“you look as though you’ve seen ghosts.”
“the stars are kind tonight. perhaps that is why we meet.”
“a name has power. would you share yours?”
“i sense a story behind those eyes.”
“the tea is still warm, if you would sit and rest.”
“do you always meet strangers so fearlessly?”
“you wear no crest or banner, are you unaffiliated?”
“your aura feels… unfamiliar. what manner of cultivation is that?”
“there’s something about you the heavens seem to favor.”
“the world is wide, and yet we cross paths here. curious, isn’t it?”
“your silence speaks louder than words.”
“you carry an old wound. is it battle, or memory?”
“do you seek shelter, or solitude?”
“you’ve seen much, and yet your gaze holds wonder.”
“your voice carries conviction. you must believe in something deeply.”
“even the moon seems to follow you.”
“if i did not know better, i’d say destiny enjoys such meetings.”
“you seem out of place, or perhaps the place is out of time.”
“tell me, stranger. what is it you’re searching for?”
“the night is long. shall we pass it in conversation?”
“your weapon hums faintly. is it bound to your spirit?”
“you don’t avert your gaze. most would.”
“that pendant... it resembles one i once saw in the capital.”
“has the road been kind to you, or cruel?”
“you seem weary, but your steps haven’t faltered.”
“do you believe in omens?”
“you have the bearing of someone who’s seen battle.”
“tell me truthfully, do you trust me?”
“your presence feels... familiar, like a dream i’ve forgotten.”
“you stand as though waiting for someone.”
“if i asked what you’ve lost, would you answer?”
“your hands are steady. a healer’s, perhaps?”
“the forest seems quieter since you arrived.”
“you remind me of someone... though i cannot say who.”
“do you always travel under the moon’s light?”
“you seem untouched by fear. is that wisdom, or recklessness?”
“if we had met under gentler skies, would you still look at me this way?”
“the scent of rain follows you. were you caught in a storm?”
“i wonder, what kind of person leaves footprints like yours?”
“if fate is kind, perhaps our paths will cross again.”
@bloodlife ; sc
it'd be hard not to spot him.
he's been keeping an eye out, gaze drifting to the floor ever so often to see if he'd discover any faint burn marks across the bricks. to move between the bustle of people is still a tad unsettling. sometimes achilles expects himself to simply pass through them.
but his spirit does not waver. it's only ever done so a single time in his life (and then again, in death). so when he finally catches sight of the prince, his gaze sharpens and he moves amongst the crowd to find an angle with room for more movement.
the tension in his muscles feels as real as it ever does. he tightens, throws— wooden as it is, his spear still lodges itself into the wall right next to zagreus. it's a weak thing, shaking miserably against the force of the throw, wood creaking. but it sticks.
' it's good to see you, lad. ' it's harder to relax afterwards. not as hard had it been most anybody else. the sharpness of his gaze, now directed at zagreus, softens into a small smile instead as he circles around to greet him. ' i trust you've been keeping up with your training? '
@corvisque ; sc
' what is that for? '
achilles has, to his credit, gotten a lot better at standing still and watching. that will happen, posted in a hallway for far too much of his afterlife. but the commotion of the house of hades is different to the hubbub of mortals.
such as this one, who achilles watched while he snatched a piece of golden jewelry from one of the market vendors. he doesn't really look like he needs it. and yet he took it.
he can't particularly relate to that, but he's seen it plenty. and the urge of curiosity isn't something he's listened to for a long time.
' you must have taken it for a reason. '
@silverspectere ; sc
for a shade to escape the underworld is unthinkable, so achilles' steps were careful at first. not distracted or clumsy, simply taking in his surroundings— trying to figure out what possibly could have allowed such an unprecedented thing.
he still carries the wooden spear, mildly perturbed. there is nobody here that calls familiarity to mind, not even the architecture or plant life. that isn't so confusing. he's been serving the house of hades for years he has never counted, and the world of the living never stops moving.
but he's oddly out of place. he is still a shade— the chill of his own form more pronounced now that he's outside. the echo of his voice, too, when his sharp gaze spots somebody that makes him pause.
' young lass? ' it's her eyes. he wasn't too sure at first, but as soon as he gets a proper look at her face ... it can't be a coincidence. his words come low, slowly, unused to speaking away from the presence of lord hades. ' you hail from the underworld. i know somebody with eyes just like yours. ' he glances down, gives a small smile. ' and feet. '
ooo would u look at that, achilles in isola .. general starter call, capped at 3 with castmates exempt! come say hi, i promise he's so polite and not stabby at all
applying achilles from hades! his app can be found on his theme or by adding /application to his url! my ooc contact is looseygooseys on tumblr <3
Welcome to frigid Isola Radiale, Achilles!
You’ll be staying in CONDO 403.
You will be given a wooden spear. Enjoy your stay!
– ⋆ diadem.