#sgarrigh

[familyabsconded]

@sgarrigh liked for a starter

he's never going to trust another hunter again. including his family. this is going to be the first and last time he's left stranded over an argument. the guy had been on the losing side of it one second, the next he pulled his gun on him and told him to get the hell out. he keeps looking around, trying to find a friendly face in the bar parking lot, but he'd sooner steal a car than ask these people for a favor. still, he knows that's not much of an option. he tries his best not to blatantly break the law, and that would definitely do it.

august waits around for maybe ten minutes before he sees a guy who might agree to help him out without asking for a favor in return. he's attractive, and maybe that's what draws august to him. it's enough to make him leave his spot in the shadows to go talk to him.

"hey, man. any chance of you heading west? or anywhere really? i'm stranded, and anywhere is better than here."

[veritasumbra]

she watches @sgarrigh as he moves, especially the wings. she’s the only fae in this hotel who doesn’t have some. they all assumed she lost them to hateful humans and so didn’t pry on this specific wound of hers. she’s grateful they didn’t. because she couldn’t have lied about it, for she can’t utter things that are untrue. but that’s also another secret she has to keep, with the one of her very nature. she seems lost in thought for a moment, her glass of wine inches from her lips. oh, she knew an awful lot about being a pawn in power hungry people’s schemes. her human merchant father had mated with her fae mother, just for the sake of having an offspring he could use to achieve his goals. another well kept secret, for there was no place in this world for half-bloods. and even less place for a being such as her to safely exist (you can read here about my lore for the morrigan species in the context of carnival row)   ❛ you did well to flee. ❜ she says, at last.  ❛ sometimes, it really is the only option we have to survive in this cruel cruel world. ❜

[cruelprincae]

continued with @sgarrigh from here

❛ I see no danger for I plan not to delve into heroics. Heroics are for knights, stories and Fae who have more to gain out of it rather than to lose. ❜ He is a self-pledged villain after all. ❛ I can be nice, on occasion, is all. Who stepped on your tail ? ❜

[hellceo]

“I’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual.” — tumblr text posts ( accepting ) / @sgarrigh

" PLEASE. ANYONE INTERESTING RARELY IS EITHER OF THOSE THINGS. " The King of Hell smiles, those eyes gleaming. " Be as impolite and gay as you like, my dear, it makes the world far more fascinating. "

[arc-sunsymbols]

@sgarrigh​ cont. not basement buddies

       “I don’t!” Sam is quick to stand, fumbling forward like the other might slam the door behind him. “That was not unlocked. I shouldered it when I woke up.”

[ciarcuirte]

“Hey. I just wanted to return your phone call before you sent Gabriel after me.” A small sigh of frustration echoed through the speaker as Leslie attempted to open the door to her apartment. Her voice became slightly muffled as the phone slipped down her shoulder with keys now clattering in the background. “I got settled in and… it’s smaller than I thought it would be. It’s more ‘dated dorm room’ than ‘cozy chic townhome’, but I think it will look better once I get it furnished. I was going to go to that little store I saw down the street this weekend since we’re only going over syllabi in class - hang on.” The sound of a door opening and closing could be heard followed by the soft ‘plunk’ of a backpack hitting the hardwood floor. Her voice returned to its normal volume as she held the phone properly. “Anyways… I hope you’re doing better with the whole ‘king of the damned’ vibe you’ve inherited. You better be drinking a lot of water and treating the puppies well… So… Ummm... I’ll talk to you later…. Yeah... Bye.”

@sgarrigh

[carelessgraces]

anonymous said:   ♥ for uhh sgarrigh   ( ani loves you !! | accepting )

@sgarrigh is just SO lovely. i’ve loved all of moon’s characters, but niall really is something special; the wicked lovely series means a lot to me, and niall has been one of my favorites since the very start. he’s so complicated, so layered, so absolutely positively wonderful; the relationship between niall & leslie is really profoundly important to me, and the way that they engage with one another was really foundational for me as part of my own healing. moon’s landed on all of those things that make niall so powerful — especially how he balances his anger with his healing, his hurt with his joy — and just allowed them to flourish. that’s not easy in a fandom that has very few active writers, but they’ve done it all the same. their portrayal is excellent; their writing is beautiful. and moon is an angel !! always a wonderful friend, always around to listen & to offer support, someone who really remembers what’s important to you and who encourages you in new projects. every time i’ve taken up a new character moon’s been enthusiastic and excited; and it makes me feel great !! knowing that there’s somebody who always believes that i can do something amazing !! knowing that there’s a friend watching me and fully knowing that i’m going to thrive !! a joy & a dream and someone i love very much !!

[faithwounded]

@sgarrigh asked Keir "does it still hurt?"

&&&. tears dried to vicious icicles on his cheek, eyes bleeding red and brown and green as he struggles to hold his glamour in rage and pain. a tumult of torment rippling through his being, like the mottled light across his torn skin. each breath a hiss like a storm through the trees, the night turning rapily frigid. "hurt?"

a deep breath, and the air shatters, turned so very cold by milennia of emotions suddenly unleashed. and then it is gone.

the temperate night returns, wet eyes and a torn shirt once more the only fractures in his composure. a slow step forward to allow niall's hand contact with the broken ridges on his skin, carefully avoiding the blackened tendrils that even now burn. "hurt...not less than the consequences of my actions ever should."