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Garth of Samarkand | indie/multiverse/canon-divergent | 18+

[eritvita]

Hope is not the opposite of despair. Hope is neither something tangible nor an idea. It is a talent.

[1000yardstyle]

London

[seven-winter-trees]

“If you saw something Real, your brain wouldn’t even know how to process it. Everything you believe in would be called into question. All of a sudden, the world would become a lot scarier, and you’d just have to bloody live with it, now, wouldn’t you? And the more you’d live with it, the less you could live with the little things around you. Your precious life would start falling apart. So, let me ask you again…do you want to see some magic?”

— Constantine: The Hellblazer #4 (via coldalbion)

[bowties-and-sweetdreams]

[saigarth]

8  people  I’d  like  to  get  to  know  better  (  please repost, not reblog  ) TAGGED BY: @eritvita​ TAGGING: whoever see this

1  (  NAME  /  ALIAS  ):  rev / shadow 2  (  BIRTHDAY  ):  28 may 3  (  ZODIAC SIGN  ):  gemini *throws gang sign* 4  (  HEIGHT  ):  5′4″ 5  (  HOBBIES  ):  writing and associated endeavours, fucking around on the computer, gaming, reading, drinking 6  (  FAVOURITE  COLOUR(S)  ):  gold, cobalt, swamp tones 7  (  FAVOURITE BOOKS  ):  shit bruv you gotta be kidding me (here’s one at random because it happens to be nearby: The Fountainhead) 8  (  LAST SONG LISTENED TO  ):  idk 9  (  LAST FILM WATCHED  ):  The Producers 10  (  INSPIRATION FOR MUSE  ): I love and worship Garth, he’s everything to me and he’s been everything to me for about 6 years now, so eventually I always come back to roleplaying him on tumblr (it’s an inside joke between us at this point); I play him as I know him, not as the game presents him. no mere game could hold him 11 (  DREAM  JOB  ):  cult leader 12  (  MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL  ): well it’s his name, duh :p (”sai” is a Mid-World honorific and the easiest/shortest way to allude to his connection to that world at a glance)

[deepwaterfiction]

Deep Water Prompt #852

Time travel isn’t actually traveling through time. It’s more… dimension hoping. Once you change something you can’t go back. And boy…I screwed up….

Submitted By: Anonymous 

[luthienne]

Anna Akhmatova (tr. Jane Kenyon), Twenty Poems of Anna Akhmatova

[saigarth]

roland v gently takes Garth's hand and kisses his knuckles!!!

Garth hides his smile in his cowlneck!! because he is an easily-wooed teenage boy.

[saigarth]

on that note, I don’t interact with my actual rp dash much anymore because it’s just overwhelming and like, it’s hard to get to know people through just the dashboard (chat threads in forum rps were a godsend for getting to know and befriend rpers) B U T my inbox is always open (got discord, too) so yanno, hit me up if you like what you see *waggles eyebrows*

[cllgood]

DAY 11: favorite blogs from a lesser known fandom 

LMAO I’m gonna go with the home team aka the Dark Tower or the larger Stephen King rp crowd: @charyka, @gcnenineteen, @traumnas, @silverawayyy, @servethefuckingbeam, and honestly, I’m counting @saigarth and @ladysparrow as part of that too.

Honestly though, if you’re into Stephen King’s works, want to write with a Stephen King(ish) character, or are considering picking up one of his characters yourself, please go check out these blogs, they’re all amazing in their own ways. 

[saigarth]

<3333

(I’m also at @mordreddeschain for more of that sweet sweet Tower goodness~)

[gildedmouths]

“And the fire and the rose are one.”

— T.S. Eliot, from Four Quartets: Poems; “The Little Gidding,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

Sexual tension sentence starters

as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall

Angry

“Make me.”

“I dare you.”

“Bite me.”

“You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”

“Wanna bet?”

“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”

“Prove it.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”

“Oh, well fuck me, then.”

“Shut up!”

“Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”

Flirty

“I wish we weren’t out in public…”

“Wow, you’re really strong.”

“Wanna go for a ride?”

“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”

“Ah, I think I need a new bed.”

“Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”

“You have really nice fingers…”

“Are we going downtown?”

“You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”

“That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”

“What do you wear to bed?”

Awkward

“Do you have to eat it like that?”

“Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”

“Hey, stop biting your lip…”

“Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

“Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”

“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”

“Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”

“I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”

“*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”

[saigarth]

Sparrow knows that look. Garth wore it every time he encountered something new, and she also knew he wouldn’t rest until his curiosity was satiated. She assumed most everyone at the college was similar, going off of Zoe’s apparent disappointment at her own sleepiness.

“I’ll be fine,” She smiles, kissing his cheek, “I didn’t miss you tossing and turning.” Sparrow drops her voice, “What about Mordred? Should I take him?”

Zoe balances the empty cups on the tray, “Er, I have a hunch my sister will be here soon. Probably morning, but knowing her, she’ll be here before sunrise. She knows where to find me, but just be ready if she wants to talk to you first.” She shrugs, in a very “you know it is” kind of way.

Garth glances at Mordred speculatively; he seemed restive, as if building a frenetic web in his mind. After the night they’d just had, he can only imagine. “Mm. Leave him be for now. I think he has his own searching to do.” He’s pretty sure Mordred will get into something he’s not supposed to, but he also thinks that’s part of the design. The air of inevitability was thick around him.

“White dragon,” Mordred mutters after Zoe’s spoken, his hands wringing impatiently as if he’s trying to understand something. “Throat of the World. Here. Both. Where am I?” A groan of frustration.

Garth gives Sparrow a “see what I mean?” expression before following Savos.

[bio-punk-deactivated20181120]

“I loved the night. I think secretly all scientists exult in working alone, surrounded by the urgent private quiet of the dark. I remember the exhilaration of working through the night in the lab, drinking thick pasty coffee that had been on the burner for hours, walking out into the sunrise, grabbing breakfast at a diner and watching the city come to life. To be doing something no one had ever done, to generate rows and columns of numbers that hinted at a solution to a problem no one had ever solved … to be alone and out on the edge like that, there was no feeling like it in the world.”

— Steven A. Rosenberg, “Unlocking the Mysteries of Cancer” by SAR and J. M. Barry (via geiszler)

[flowingrooted]

You know beauty, what it is to be of the earth in the ways we came here to be. You know bare skin on silk, on cool soil. You know the strength of tiny sprouts, how they become forests. You know grace, ripples in a creek, the many decorations of a single moment’s home. Let all the things you know carry you, a carpet finely weaved, rolling out and onward. Onward, in faith that another blade of grass will brush your legs on a warm spring morning. Onward, in faith that another unfamiliar tide will play at your feet even as you think you might be getting too old for chasing adventure. Maybe you are right: the youth do the chasing. You are old enough to have learned by now that adventure does not need to be captured — it only needs to be had.

poems for starseeds | Taurus | #1 (via mooonborne)

[quotemadness]

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

Anaïs Nin (via quotemadness)

[astranemus]

Wyrd spins a complex web, one adorned with boons of both strife and splendour. Treversing through or upon it, one encounters portals, and passage through these portals begets further portals. To the man of reason such passages, if noticed at all, are classified as mere accidents, happy or otherwise. But to those for whom the apotheosis of life is descending from Mystery unto even greater Mystery these passages are precious alignments, as certain and as kosmic as the constellations that bejewel the black whorls of space.

Richard Gavin, The Benighted Path: Primeval Gnosis and the Monstrous Soul (via astranemus)