favored by / 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖘

achilles hero troy. 26. son of donna troy. former member of young justice.

[godlikeachilles]

firechiicken‌

“sometimes it helps,” she wouldn’t lie and say that it ALWAYS did, and she wouldn’t try and take an educated guess on if it would, for him. when it came down to it, returning from the dead was the most VARIED of situations. it happened one way or another, and the way it left each of them… that wasn’t easy to predict. jean handled it a lot better than most. “i never thought so. it was something i always wanted to deal with on my own, but…- other people shouldn’t have to. who knows? maybe you’ll enjoy the meetings ; you might even make a friend.”

“my mom always told me i was too stubborn for my own good and that was one of the few things about me that didn’t change when i came back..” achilles wasn’t quite sure what made him feel comfortable enough to just talk about himself with this woman. “when i came back i tried to just jump right back into life, like nothing ever happened, and that kind of kicked me in the ass..”

[godlikeachilles]

ofsurviiving‌

“i know what the consequences are-” her voice broke, the emotion that was clearly driving her words, that was injected into every one, just a little too much. “bad people…- get to continue existing. pushing their ideals onto the next generation of bad people. and then the good ones die. like quin, and fabian, and dante.” her argument lost something, when she threw her brother in. he’d never really been good, had he? 

“you don’t have to lecture me on good people dying at the hands of villains, sia, i have first hand experience in that area,” damian sighed. he had been killed a week after his thirteen year old birthday at the hands of his clone sent after him by his mother. 

[godlikeachilles]

wcbhcad‌

“i’m NOT being too loud, YOU’RE being too loud!” benjamin announced, loudly, as he thrust his index finger into the other person’s face. it was beyond obvious that he’d consumed one, if not, multiple alcoholic beverages - rendering him louder and more obnoxious than usual. 

“come on kid, don’t make me bring you in for being drunk and disorderly, it’s not worth the paperwork,” achilles sighed.

[godlikeachilles]

firechiicken‌

“there’s a lot out there,” she didn’t need to turn it into a question ; jean could see in the way his expression set that her words had a certain kind of weight to him. maybe she recognized what she saw in herself. “you should,” she was firm, but not demanding, or bossy. it would ultimately be up to HIM, and she’d never think to take that particular choice away. “you’d be surprised how much good it can do. to talk about it - to hear what other people have to say. i never had that.”

achilles nodded as he listened to the other. it had been just over four years since his death and he couldn’t remember ever having a serious conversation with anyone about it. he’d always been blasé on the entire topic, preferring to forget that it ever happened. “i’ll definitely give it a shot, i can’t say i’ve ever really spoken to anyone about it.” 

[godlikeachilles]

firechiicken‌

“it’s a therapy group,” she explains to watching eyes ; deft fingers finishing what her mind could have done in seconds, poster freshly pinned to one of the school’s notice boards. she’d enlisted help in its design ( handmade would have taken too long, and she wasn’t skilled enough on a computer to make anything nice on her own ), ensuring that it was both tasteful and informative. while the headline didn’t betray the purpose outright, the little text bubbles below said exactly what jean couldn’t find words to, aloud. “for a certain kind of person.” the resurrected. it was explained better in ink. “i think it’s reached a point where, if it isn’t you - it’s someone you know.” 

“a therapy group for the resurrected?” achilles almost felt like he was being set up. everyone that knew achilles knew he never dealt with his own death. when he was resurrected he just continued on like nothing had ever happened. he had died for his team, but when he came back he didn’t last long as a titan before calling it quits, convinced he’d never be as good as he was before death. “i’ll give it  try...” he sighed, knowing that if he didn’t go on his own, he’d be forced to go eventually.

[godlikeachilles]

ghcstbarnes‌

bucky sat on a bench outside of the security building, coffee and sarg sat next to his feet. his arm had felt heavy all day despite the material being light, he was sure he felt it sparking earlier, too. dislodging it from his shoulder, he admired it in his lap with his free hand, a loud sigh leaving his lips as he did so. hearing someone approach him, he shuffled awkwardly, sarg moving to stand in front of him protectively. “uh – sorry. just gotta y’know, oil the metal work or whatever they say.” his words were obviously bashful, eyes stuck on his prosthetic.

“i mean, i get it.. i’ve seen the wizard of oz, the last thing you want is to go full tin man,” achilles said with a chuckle. 

[godlikeachilles]

cfmischiefs

they’ve been mostly using their magic to get things done, paying little to not attention to what else was going around them and looking at instagram on their phone. loki lives in the twentieth century, what can they say. besides, things get done much faster in a wave of green than anything else. they were just being productive, of course, not at all lazy, or anything like that.  ❝ anywhere but fast food. i can’t stand it. so… tasteless. ❞

achilles was surprised by how much he enjoyed the god’s company. cleaning didn’t seem quite sos tedious with someone who was actually interesting to talk to. “there’s a coffee place not to far from here that i bring my daughter to.. she likes their cookies, but they have some good lunch options to,” achilles offered.

[akkhilles]

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

[godlikeachilles]

cfmischiefs‌

closed task starter / @godlikeachilles !

❝ achilles, would you like to… ❞ they trail off, raising their eyebrows pointedly at him for a moment before coming to senses as to what he likely thinks they are suggesting. they lightly shake their head, put down paintbrush. they were done with this. ❝ go get lunch, perhaps ? all this… work has left me bored. ❞ loki has done jack shit besides stand around and pick at their nails.

achilles wasn’t always the best team player. anyone who had known him while he was a teen titan up until his sacrificial death could tell you just as much. but he liked to think of it as his own personal character development when he was left to do most, if not all of the work when he was paired with loki for clean up after the storm. achilles didn’t mind the god, though, they were good company. “lunch sounds good.. what were you thinking?”

[pixotri]

[godlikeachilles]

fletchdup

“Must our lives always be yin and yang like this? With me doing really well and yours- an on fire garbage can?” He sighed, “what’s going on with you?”

“as with everything, i’ll blame it on my having been brought to life. you’re what’s keeping me from going all god complex again..” achilles said with a small chuckle. fletcher had been one of the few people that had been able to tolerate achilles when he had been at his peak douchebag levels, otherwise knowing as the ‘pre-death’ era of his life.. “y’know, that’s the thing. there’s just about nothing going on with me..."

[pyrlspite]

due to personal reasons I will be cheating death

[gifdeadpool]

[godlikeachilles]

fiidelis

“part and parcel of getting old.” he phrased it like a joke, but delivered it with a sad sort of sobriety. adrian was becoming more and more aware, of late, of just how old he was GETTING - and what that meant for someone like him. “’don’t suppose you know what that feels like yet, mate.” 

“Y’know, I think death and resurrection have a weird affect on aging,” he joked. Achilles had always come off as pretty blasé about his death, mostly as a way to help his family cope, or at least in his mind that was his reasoning behind the jokes he made. “Or maybe you’re just getting super old,” he teased.

[godlikeachilles]

gcddesscftruth‌

“Achilles,” Diana had not spoken to Achilles as much as she would have liked since his resurrection, but she knew how much his death wrecked Donna. It made Diana constantly feel guilty that she hadn’t seen him. “How have you been?”

@godlikeachilles

Achilles had never really spent much time with his aunt. It had never really bothered him, but growing up, he could tell his mother wished they were closer as a family. He thought his death might have helped bring everyone together, but he wasn’t so sure he had had that affect.  “I’ve been alright, I’ve mostly just been busy with work and Leila,” he replied.

[humorblr]

I’m teaching Gina to play [chess], and she, in turn, is teaching me to ‘trash talk’.

[godlikeachilles]

❛ this is an on - fire garbage can. ❜ @fletchdup

“That sounds about on par for how everything’s been going for me lately..”