#guidesdead

[kxllerblond]

@guidesdead​​​ // RANDOM SONG STARTER

↪ 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 - ᴡᴇʟꜱʜʟʏ ᴀʀᴍꜱ

     ❝ The more you care the more they make you pay. ❞ he fiddles with the cuffs of his suit jacket, adjusting the pins there some. He attempted to speak it so matter-of-factly but it was clear there was some emotion behind the statement, some personal bitterness against the world at large. 

[dxsole]

Knowing

@megxlo​

@lostinbloomx​

@khasmc​

@guidesdead​

@mulholland​

“How much do you think you know?” The question itself was jarring, seemingly coming out of nowhere, but not nearly as jarring as the voice that says it. She sounds like a machine; mechanical, each word properly annunciated and spoken with purpose. It’s hard to tell if the woman before then was something new, wires and metal hiding beneath her skin, or something so old it could only mimic humanity; in this case, Iona leans towards the latter. 

“Well?” Her question demands an answer and it doesn’t seem like she wishes to wait too long for it. “To clarify my meaning; what do you think you know about life? I am assuming it is not much if you are so apt to s q u a n d e r it.”

[ivakir]

@guidesdead​ has found Ivakir!

   Something was biting her. At first, it was a light nibbling, almost a game, just like her pet raven usually woke her up in the morning. Then the bites became much stronger, and the thought rushed into her brain: "Someone is trying to eat me and for some reason I don't resist". When small teeth dug into her cheek, she felt something warm flowing down her skin. Ivakir tried to shake her head, but felt that she could not do it for some reason.

"Go away!"

   Her loud voice scared the creature away. But for how long?

   She has been this position for quite a long time. At first, she thought she just broke her spine, and that would be an understandable reason why she didn't feel anything below the neck and couldn't move. A little later, she realized that she also couldn't feel the beating heart. And hunger. And thirst. 

   Great, what to do now. Ivakir always asked herself this question when she got stuck in various kinds of situations. Usually, the answer would appear immediately in front of her, but this time ... this time it was different. She could have felt fear, but Iv realized that she felt almost nothing but anger. Anger for being in such a situation; anger with herself that she didn't know a single spell that would help her. But even so, there had to be ways to get out.

   Another question was - how did she get here? The last thing she remembered was how she walking down the street, and then darkness fell. There was an understanding, a realization what could have happened to her - a very obvious one, but painfiul and sore. Abandoned in the middle of the forest with a broken spine, forgotten and left for local predators. What kind of predators can there be? Foxes? Wolves? No, mice and insects will get to her first. They will start from her cheeks, crawl into her mouth, eating out her brain and her eyes. It be will such a painful and slow death thta she won't be able to kill herself. But still... it was not the reason to give up and wait for when the death will come. Ivakir Pokray doesn’t give up.

   She heard something walking very close to her. Who was it? Damn, she couldn’t even turn her head! They were coming closer and closer, she could hear the leaves rustle under their leg. And when they came closer, when their leg was just a step away from her head, the witch screamed.

[shibemuses-a]

@guidesdead​ - s.c

“I’ve been having these weird dreams. People wearing robes, holding their hands out to cradle this red orb. There’s a sense that it’s important...” Robin explained softly, holding her mug in her hands to try and bring a semblance of warmth to her skin.

“The strangest thing is that they look to me in admiration, but also like I’m meant to do something with the staff in my hand...” She squeezed the mug as if she could break it, but she didn’t.

“You’re the only one who can help me figure this out. Nobody is as attune to the spirit world as you.”

[sparenonearchived]

              “ Usually I would never even care . “ // savage love ; jason derulo ( @guidesdead​ )

[ivakir]

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   I don't really understand why it is so important for many to stick to only one style (past tense or present tense). I can very often jump between styles in order to convey some depth or emphasize some important point in the thread. Sometimes I can also write in the second or first person, especially in monologues. I don't see anything wrong with this and I don’t understand why this is such a problem for many to the point that they would refuse to roleplay.

[shibemuses-a]

@guidesdead​

send me a "✎" and ill draw your muse

[sevenswcrds]

@guidesdead​ asked: what could you find in your muse’s pockets? || MUNINN || headcanons meme || ACCEPTING

Pens, likely. Perhaps a few crystals, each humming with energy and magic. Probably a small knife or a few, but otherwise, Muninn doesn’t prefer to keep things on her unless she must. And she refuses to wear anything with fake or tiny pockets, but still does prefer to use a bag like a small backpack or crossbody.