#eatspages

[screenviolense-a]

@eatspages​ sent: “I know the family downstairs hates me. I don’t need to know why.” / for Sasha 

        ‘ maybe it’s because you eat paper. ‘ she offered, sipping at her coffee with a raised brow. ‘ or the not-graham was a real bastard. never brought his bins in. parked in everyone else’s spaces. that sort of thing. ‘

[huntloyalty]

"just go. get out of here, go."

@eatspages

Daisy only responded with something that most people would call a growl if it had come from something who wasn’t a human. 

“You think I can’t handle it?” she asked, brow arched as the taste of blood coated the back of her throat. She swallowed it down and readied herself for a fight, the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

“If anyone needs to go, it’s you.”

[infinitelydiverse]

@eatspages: you can’t always be the hero. / slaughter verse, to Miles

      Miles grins, the edges of the expression brittle and mocking. (Whether it’s directed at himself or Graham is up for debate.) “Oh, trust me, I know that. If I was a hero, I wouldn’t be here. I’d probably still have all my fingers.” Maybe if he was a hero, he wouldn’t have such a hard time fighting the thing clawing at the inside of his skull. “Trying to be a hero never did me any favors. I’d much rather go back to my normal fucking life.”

[killmeorfuckoff-a]

@eatspages said: just because a thing’s invisible doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

“  FOUR  YEARS  WORKING  AT  SPOOKY  CENTRAL CERTAINLY  GAVE  ME  THAT  IMPRESSION. ”  that’s  not  to  say  the  vast  majority  of  the  statements aren’t…  questionable  in  integrity.  the  stakeouts,  the  follow  up  calls,  the  general  investigating,  all of  it  often amounts  to  nothing more  than  what  he  does  for  a  paycheck.  but  sometimes  it  doesn’t,  and that  is  enough.

it  used  to  torment  him,  what  he  couldn’t  see.  that  night, the  haunting  look  in  his  brother’s  glistening eyes.  the  slumped form  doused  in  the  spotlight of  the  stage. he  saw  so  much,  but  it  was  only  the  tip  of  an  iceberg compared  to  what  was  left  unexplained,  and it  maddened  him  having  no  idea  what  the  answers could  be.  but  he  will  not  deny  that  four  years  is  a  long  time,  and  there  is  no  other  option  but  to  grow  used  to  not  knowing the  answers.  

he  flashes  a  smile  at  graham.  “  what  makes  you  bring  it  up?  ”  

[hopedalone]

YO A THOUGHT: what if Wren was stuck with John in the bunker instead of Joseph? [insert thinking emoji here] you've got me invested,

time for seven years of fighting and john being like ‘i told you so’ ahoy!

it really would depend on whether or not wren let the other seeds live ofc. and a bunch of other factors affecting her mental state, cause at her worst she could very well end up giving into him for the reasons i posted before, finally being indoctrinated into eden's gate and believing everything they said. sort of like how she did to joseph as the judge.

even at her best though, and in a verse where the rest of the seeds are alive, i can imagine it would still be tense. with everything that john did not just to her but to the entire county. and from john's point of view ( i imagine ) seeing how she still destroyed so much of the cult. especially if wren is still going 'actually you guys were still assholes and still suck jail for one thousand years'

i know this isn't a whole lot but i do love this question and now i'm gonna be thinking about this concept because it's Neat.

[healieas]

@eatspages​ / graham

“--our archivist is out at the moment, I’m afraid, along with the rest of our archival staff. If you genuinely prefer to give a verbal statement, I am happy to take it myself.” He smiled blandly, and folded his glasses, and extended a hand. “Mister Bouchard, head of the Magnus Institute. You can call me Elias.”

[portraiyal]

@eatspages​ sent: “I think I’m gay.” Really.

             ‘ what gave it away, dating oliver for six years or the sexy accountant calendar i got you? ‘

[wormscarred]

@eatspages​ asked: [  TEXT  ]  maybe  it’s  the  preparation  for  pangea  [  TEXT  ]  which  i  for  one  am  all  for

[  TEXT  ]  if  pangea  reforms  do  we  keep  the  current  country  situation [  TEXT  ]  or  do  we  just  kind  of  all  go  ham [  TEXT  ]  border  reset

[writedisaster]

@eatspages says:

🤝 ?

                 Graham 🤝 Lip: irreparable damage to interpersonal relationships as result of supernatural trauma & ensuing obsession

Graham 🤝 Janet:       the monch.

[hrdsell]

“i think i’m blacking out right now.”

unsolved prompts.

“Don’t think I’m qualified to deal with that.”

Still, John reached a hand out to Graham’s shoulder, keeping a hold just in case he started going down. The realm of the watcher isn’t one he dabbles in often. Difficult pulling the strings when eyes followed his every movement, difficult concealing his cards when their god demanded a vivisection of all they saw.

Difficult keeping his distance with the eye sitting happy in the middle of central London. But he could at least help its little archivist keep from collapsing in the street. Not like he hasn’t supported a mate staggering down the road before. Level of usual drunkenness aside, better to be owed a favour than not.

“If you do faint, I’m not carryin’ you anywhere.”

[mtchstck-archive]

@eatspages​ : i can’t go to hell. i’m all out of vacation days. undertale starters

her eyes narrow up at the man seated across from her as her fingertips drum against the wood of the desk in a soft repetative rythym. there is a long, drawn out moment where neither of them say anything or break eye contact. and then livvy tells him, " ---then call in sick. "

[screenviolense-a]

@eatspages​ sent: are you doing okay sweetheart? i long to hear from you. despite everything, if you call i’ll answer. / for dorter Sasha

          it was strange, having her father back in her life when he’d all but disappeared after she went to university in what, at the time, she had written off as tough love, if it could even be considered love at all. knowing the truth that he was in some forgotten place that she would find herself trapped in made that seem so much horrible in retrospect.

          her shoulders slumped in relief, offering a tiny smile. ‘ i’m fine. things are... getting back to normal. ‘ as if anything could be normal after spending almost a year trapped in a painting.

[eoleolhan-a]

@eatspages sent:  ‘is that mine?’

“Well it isn’t mine,” Jin said as he casually eyed the mysterious object across the room, “but I don’t think you should touch it. Could be cursed or something.” Jin sat far too casually for someone in a room with a mysterious and possibly haunted unknown object. For him, though, this was typical. Instead he scrolled through his phone and barely looked at Graham or the mysterious curio in question. 

“That or its original owner will show up and want it back, and I don’t want to know who this thing used to belong to so I’m leaving it alone.”

[infinitelydiverse]

@eatspages: i know exactly how you feel.

      “Yeah?” Elijah asks with a wry, tired smile on his face. “You could’ve fooled me. You seem so... used to all of this. I’m not even sure I believe in God or whatever, and now I know there are these, these fear gods out there, with monsters out there that terrify and usually kill their victims. Oh, and I apparently work for one of these fear god things.” Elijah exhales through his teeth sharply. “It feels like when I finally get my feet under me, I find out something else and lose my footing all over again. I’m really over it.”

[iscariotsdeputy]

3. If their phone/computer announces that they need to update their software, does your muse get right on it or do they procrastinate the update for as long as possible? / 4. What sort of unnecessary noises do they make? / 5. What little superstitions do they carry out? / 6. How do they hug? (they're not actually numbered its just easier, i think, to do so ❤️)

Minor Details About The Muse!

3. If their phone/computer announces that they need to update their software, does your muse get right on it or do they procrastinate the update for as long as possible?

    Staci! Is! A! Procrastinator! If he doesn’t do something right away, it’s not getting done until the computer/phone forces him to update it. He’s scared also that the update will somehow break his device because he does NOT have the funds to buy a new device. 

4. What sort of unnecessary noises do they make?

    Staci usually doesn’t make a lot of unnecessary noises unless he’s deep in thought, because then, he’s making a lot of “humph” “hmm” “huh” “Mhmmmmhm” “uhuh” “errr” esque sounds, but he usually keeps them quiet. He just likes to let people know those gears are spinning and he’s having a great time!

5. What little superstitions do they carry out?

    Okay, so it’s more like something he DOESN’T carry out, but he despises any of the spooky games of saying a ghost’s name three times in a mirror. Also, Staci follows little superstitions like not walking under ladders, knocking on wood, wishing on wishbones, and things being lucky like clovers/rabbit feet/horshoes/etc!!

6. How do they hug?

    Staci hugs with his heart. That man hugs with passion, with meaning! He’ll pick people up in hugs and spin them around! He’ll stand there and hug you for a long time and give all his warmth! He’ll protect you in a hug that makes you feel safe and sound from all the bad shit in the world! Staci’s hugs are magic because he knows how much a hug means!

[leavyes-a]

“All things move towards their end.”

The response was instantaneous: gritted teeth, racing heart, sweating face. His palms never sweated -- or maybe they had, when he was younger. Not anymore. Not since the Beholding. Perhaps it was a bit like crying; sweating from the hands would just obscure his Vision, and the Eye didn’t seem keen on that. Maybe next time they cried they’d see if their hands sweated as well. Maybe that time would be now, given how his stomach was doing somersaults. He was fluctuating rapidly between blocking out what the stranger had said and running over it again and again in his mind, and each time he did the latter, it sent a shock through his chest. Aging, they were aging, how many shocks could their system handle? Stop thinking about it! They kept thinking about it. About a cessation of existence they wouldn’t even be aware of. Some people found that comforting; to Levi, there was nothing more horrifying. If that was to be his end, why the Hell did living matter? At times he could comfort himself with the idea of ‘being good to others’ and ‘doing something worthy of being remembered for’, but what did any of that mean when he wouldn’t be around to know it? When everyone who learnt their name would die as well, someday? The final death, some people called that. He was going to throw up. Static buzzing rose in his ears. He clamped both hands over them, hunched forwards, and opened his mouth, unleashing a wave of cellulite film onto Graham’s shoes.