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for anyone out there still following this blog or, for some reason, visiting it…i’ve been reworking achilles’ story quite intensely over the past couple months. when i finish it, i’d like to start a new blog detailing the story and work on developing the finer details through rp. i don’t know if this will come to fruition. my life will be very busy the next…six years? but i have not given up and i have not forgotten about achilles. i have not forgotten about the wonderful people that i’ve met here ( most of whom i’ve been terrible about maintaining a relationship with but nonetheless… ) i hope to revive some of the magic and liveliness that was once here years ago.

you can find me on my personal tumblr ( @gina-silvers ). message me there if you want to get in touch again :)

#out of clients.#[ fr i miss y'all ]

me, takes the prescribed dose of my stimulant medication: wants to punch someone also me: how tf does achilles do coke

#out of clients.#[ i really need to switch meds. ]

[ woodsmcked ]

Don’t overthink it. Yeah right. Logan had played through the possible events of tonight a thousand times in her mind already. The chef leads the way to a outdoor smoking area — which is surprisingly abandoned — before lighting up. Smoky tendrils wrap themselves around her fingers as she inhales before offering the joint to her companion. She doesn’t expect the woman to take it but her mother taught her not to be rude. Or greedy. “I need you to guide me, to show me, please”.

Lighting up outside a local bar – more like just another night in Seattle. Every person Achilles meets comes with their own story, their own peculiarities. While studying human behavior is hardly interesting, there’s no denying that people are…strange. ❝ No, I’m good, ❞ she says with a dismissive wave. ❝ Is this your first time with another woman? ❞ Pause, then adding, ❝ I mean, I assume you’re here for a reason. ❞

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[ woodsmcked ]

To be entirely honest Logan has zero plans past this point. This wasn’t exactly a habit for her so the idea that there might be some sort of protocal hasn’t occured to her yet. Licking at her lip nervously for a moment, the blonde considers their options. There’s more than enough money on her card for a hotel suite. Was it best for them to just get down to business and get it over with? The saucier has no idea. “I mean, what do your clients usually do?” It comes with a quiet chuckle, blush creeping upon pale skin. Perhaps this was a mistake. “I kind of want to have a quick smoke before, if that’s okay? It’s just a little, uh, bud to help me relax”.

New cliental being entirely new is not uncommon, though it is nice to know should Achilles choose to turn up the charm. And, by the looks of it, this woman is timid enough that a little charm will go a long way. ❝ Yeah, of course– ❞ Dammit. That would have been nice to know before snorting a few lines of coke in the bathroom. ❝ Just try not to overthink it. I’m pretty laid back, so we can take things slow if you want. ❞ After all, Charlie is the one paying. If that means smoking weed and playing Mario Kart, then hell yeah.

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[ woodsmcked ]

As soon as Logan sets foot inside the bar, all she can smell is last night’s champagne and imported cigars. For a moment, it reminds her of home and nostalgia creeps into the back of her mind. It’s quickly dismissed as she makes her way to the counter, ordering a Lanfray cocktail and taking her seat. It never hurt to have one drink to calm her nerves and soften her mind. Glancing over at the door as heels begin to click on the glossed marble floors, the blonde spots her partner for tonight. Dark locks frame a perfect face but do very little to hide the tired in the strangerr’s eyes. Not to worry, as long as she does her part they’ll get on right as rain. “You must be Nikki’.

Luscious, modern interior does little to distract Achilles from the fact this is the third bar tonight–– third booking with a client, third bathroom spent snorting coke just to make it through the next hour. ( Even if Euro only asked for a blowjob, then spent the next fifty minutes whining about work over a glass of scotch. Jesus fucking Christ, being on coke does not make it easy to sit through that. )

❝ And you must be Charlie. Nice to meet you. ❞ A genuine statement despite smile not quite reaching tired eyes. New cliental offer the opportunity to make them regular cliental, and regular cliental means more money. ❝ Did you want to stay here a while or head out now? ❞

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hello n.aughty children.

#out of clients.

[ mcmachine ]

@radboy-sadboy

“hey, i need you to stay with me, okay?” hands were working fast to try and cover the worst of the damage, just enough that april could stabilize her for the real treatment to begin later. eyebrows knit together to demonstrate the worry and seriousness of the other woman’s condition, even if she generally tried not to let her face demonstrate too much. “just focus on the sound of my voice and staying awake.”

all coherency abandoned achilles the moment she awoke to glaring lights, distorted screams, and the smell of her own blood mixed with smoke. an accident. right? everything blurs, ebbing and flowing with the rhythm of distant sirens, yet she can hear a woman’s voice. and someone is touching her. who is it? eyes focus enough to see red hair bathed in florescent light and immediately she panics. ❝ get your hands off me, ❞ she pleads, trying to pull away. ❝ don’t fucking touch me. ❞

#i: mcmachine #mv: an inevitable end #[ hope this is okay. ]

[ univurs ]

LIPS PART, an uncomfortable and frustrating feeling settling on her shoulders as a. nearly crumbles under even the slightest pressure. a hand lifts to finally brush some hair out of her friend’s eyes, “i like you too.” a gentle smile, “but when did two hurt people ever do the world any good?”

such a subtle touch reminds achilles how long it’s been since anyone touched her so softly, so goddamn sweetly. why do all good things have to come to such a tragic end… ❝ i- i don’t know. i just. i just don’t wanna lose a friend. ❞

#i: univurs #mv: an inevitable end

[ runawaybun ]

“Hm?” With the board still under their foot, they turn around at the new face and smirked at the compliment. “Hey, thanks. You got some moves of your own?” They ask, subtly sidelining her question and instead nodded to the girl’s own board.

That initial inquiry is gone and forgotten within seconds of striking up a conversation – no doubt due to damage done by chronic drug usage. Instead she pulls the board from her shoulder to show off the scraped up cityscape painted on the back. ❝ Yeah, I’ve been skating since before I could ride a bike. ❞

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[ viclentdeath ]

Avery doesn’t hesitate in whipping out a stack of notes and throwing it onto the coffee table. “Stop your bitching and let’s get fucked up.”

Already on edge after the first few lines, Achilles snipes back, “Well, it’s still mine so I’m going first.” ( Again. )

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[ pxtterisms ]

❝ but am i wrong? ❞

❝ …no. ❞ pause. ❝ make me one too. ❞

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[ viclentdeath ]

❝ Let’s not get hung up on details. There’s plenty of flour.❞

❝ Yeah, but who paid for all of it? Not you. ❞

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[ pxtterisms ]

❝ okay now you’re just being ridiculous. he obviously prefers omelettes. ❞

❝ now you’re just trying to overcompensate. ❞

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[ pxtterisms ]

❝ … did you tell him?! ❞ no wonder better benjy was ignoring his attempts to let him pet him.

❝ you gotta get him to like me again. PLEASE. ❞

❝ i didn’t need to tell him; he smelled them on you. ❞ as did the other dogs but benjy was less focused on them. achilles merely points to the fridge. ❝ now you have to make him scrambled eggs. ❞

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