#eaterofgods

[personalculture]

I haven't started any uni work but at least I can do this now. #atthegates #eaterofgods #guitar #metal

[shielddeputydirector]

eaterofgods is on file

((Read your file and about page, but am still confused as to what exactly you are? So have some headcanon!))

It isn't that Maria is distrustful of things she doesn't understand, or even terrified of them. She mistrusts everyone, regardless of mutant status or relative humanity. The thing is that mutants are usually so much more capable of causing massive and unusual destruction; that's why she supported the SRA. It didn't only target mutants; it applied to even Stark and highly-trained martial artists. Heck, even Chuck Norris had signed it.

But implementation had been flawed, as things involving politics tended to be. People, innocent people, good people, had died. For that, and her part in it, she'd never forgive herself.

[thearrowfell]

I AM NO MORE (closed; @eaterofgods)

New York. Fucking New York. Again?

Being back in this city wasn't something he'd planned; sometimes roaming meant you ran out of places to avoid, and it meant starting the cycle over again.

This place.. it was at least familia.

He'd considered dropping in on Stark, to see how the old teammate was doing, but that seemed far from a good move. Nothing ever really seemed like a good move lately. Always had its repercussions, and they always had to fly right to the front of his brain. That didn't used to happen all the time. Or, at least, it used to be easier to ignore. Maybe it was the constant threat of an exposed back or a handful of people wanting to kill you.

For once, really, he wanted a break from the paranoia. It was the reason he'd picked a dead-end alley, void of any life but the mice that scoured its edges. Regular people were easier to deal with than anyone else. They could at least be predictable, with their varying-strength punches and drunken usuals. Black bag set carelessly against the ground and back left to lean against the cool brick of one of the buildings, Clint let his paranoia drift, let it become little to nothing in the wet, threatening, dark atmosphere.

His eyes trailed up to the little gap of sky above. It was dangerous, writhing, almost, ready to rain, and the first drops began to fall almost immediately. Rather than try to get underneath some shelter, Clint shivered into the rush of cold and let his face stay turned up into it, relaxing with the drumming sound of raindrops on concrete.

[thearrowfell]

eaterofgods liked your post: thearrowfell: (( oh no urge to beat Clint up...

[thearrowfell]

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[captainspangly]

Top five favorite OCs in any fandom?

Ask me my “TOP 5" anything!    

Jesus Christ do you know how many amazing goddamn OCs there are for me to narrow it down to fucking FIVE. JESUS. Um. Ugh god this is going to be hard.

1.dragoonmeli

2.agentdanielgaloyan

3.agentdrummond

4.FUCKING HEUGH MAN

5.eaterofgods

Being an OC is a hard thing to be on tumblr. It takes a fight to get noticed sometimes because everyone wants canon characters. I know because I myself, can sometimes be a little skeptical of ocs, mostly because I’ve had some rather bad experiences with a few. When an OC comes along that just really strikes you, like.. holy shit, this one really good writer, it’s a really spectacular thing. And these people really did just that.

[oredoslanrp]

uurrggghhh

my stomach fucking hurts bros

gonna lay down

thread list:

my court:

play date reply for stilinskicommastiles -- drafted

i think i'm supposed to make a starter for you, witchybrews

and you too, lacrossexpup

maybe? //flails hands

y'all's court:

ladytesseract

eaterofgods

goalandsecretkeeper

nikthexandarian

iusedtobekind

starter from iaintnolass

this list totally makes me look like i'm productive

sweet

[oredoslanrp]

@ eaterofgods (akaareallyperfectblogwithanamazingmun)

eaterofgods started following you

"What in all seven hells are you?" Oredoslan smelled fire on the man, which made him wary in general --fire wouldn't kill him, but it took way more time to heal than he liked, and plus, it hurt-- but he forced himself to remain relaxed. It was strange, because the creature looked human, but smelled foreign, like nothing he'd smelled on earth before. 

He wasn't sure if he should be worried or not. But still, he stood there, staring somewhat incredulously with his arms crossed loosely over his abdomen, seemingly relaxed.