#@wordsofthespirits

[yukis-little-yapping]

it's done... for the uhhhm... third time????????

srsly guys dm me if you want me to hold onto any of ur sprites

credits in tags!!

[daylilifiedsundrewdrops]

Archive of Alternate Realities CW: Tumblr nerfed the quality

Tales whispered by a hundred lost souls >>>>

A Guardian Angel closest to humanity, and a small little calf in winter.

The Warm Sun in a Summer Serenity.

The sharpest snowflake in the ice.

OMG THE FIRST BLOG BUNDLE!! But its... missing one artwork? Is it the one I accidentally deleted? No worries, it'll be in the next blog bundle!! Which will probably take a month or more to finish because we have so many projects and work to do for school..

Oh, obligatory extra art- Angelica Icon!!

Ms. Maddy actually got a preview of her blog fanart! Hi Maddy <3 I'll make an apology for this horrid art!!

I'm not tagging them. I'm sorry, they don't deserve to see this... Thing And now a word from Haven Winnie!

I don't understand why I'm in this museum. Someone help me. What is happening?

Okay, Shut up Winnie <3 I'll give you a companion soon!

[polaroid-angel]

> [Wisp goes the envelope]

Hello Zayne. Thank you for the letter. I hope our friendship grows ever stronger these coming months as well. Have a wonderful new year. ꨄ

—𝐻 (AKA Employee1618152017)

((@employee1618152017))

What a lovely response! He treasured it with a smile.

"Hehe. I hope I get to see him again!"

As he read the letter, worry began to take hold of him. Forcas... He hopes he's alright. If not, he might have to ask for help.

Or maybe he has no choice with the help.

"Any progress on the search?"

"I thought Porter was doing that with you."

"Dh— Ugh... sorry... I've been swamped with so much paperwork, I have no idea how to handle this."

The man merely laughs at his excuses. Irritated, Valefar glared at the man with glasses, but he did nothing to refute him.

"Fine~☆ I'll handle this if need be, just expect a very... very... late output!"

He should've seen that coming...

[disappearenceofsomeone]

@wordsofthespirits god these guys are so gay the elevator is practically transparent

[protagonists-catastrophe]

1, 2 months of waiting. 2, 3, 4, 5 days of anxious overthinking. 5, 6, 7... no, 12 hours of every day spent drowning in paranoia. Robin stumbled into—wherever this is. His mind an uncontrollable hurricane, loud, screaming, -splitting- from the thoughts crammed into the last few days. Chase. The program. And all the other— -[ERRORS]- they need to erase. Chase had wandered off, again. Of course. 🎵 "I should just put a collar on him, leash him so I don’t lose track."

He mutters, half-annoyed, half-amused by the thought of pulling Chase around, tugging him like some sort of power play. Time bleeds away, and he knows it, feels the rhythm in his bones. Tick, tick, tick—he’s learned to track the seconds without even trying. It’s roughly 2 seconds before he encounters—himself.

[[ @wordsofthespirits ]]

> "My my... What have we here?"

An oddly familiar face, but completely different all the same. A man stands there with his arms behind his back, standing tall and upright. One eye merely observes the other before him. Another version of himself. One that looks like it doesn't belong here, in his office.

> "You must have travelled far to end up here of all places, Robin. That is what you go by, isn't it? Or do you still prefer the role model of an ideal 'protagonist'?"

How he knows his name? Simple, he is the definition of time and space. He must know a few things about them, or perhaps he's playing coy to dwindle his guard. Either way, something about him is ominous... With a wave of his hand, the intruder is swept off their feet, into a swivel chair with shackles against his arms. If there's one thing he doesn't like, it's people intruding on his work time. The man sits upon his desk, one leg over the other as he stares his prey down.

[summer-serendipity]

[[ This is the only peek yall get for June ;) ]]

Excitement pulses through her veins, sparking every nerve, lighting her up from the inside. June loves this feeling— craves it. Anything less than this is dull, a heavy weight pulling her down into boredom or exhaustion. She wanders, her mind somewhere far away, until she spots him. A boy, younger, camera in hand, fiddling with it like it's his lifeline. 🍸 "Hey there, mate!"

Her voice is light, casual, but it’s the spark in her eyes that gives her away. Along with her glittering dress.

🍸 "You do photos, yeah?"

She smiles, soft, a little too easy, eyes flicking toward the camera. 🍸 "You don’t mind taking a photo of me, do you?"

[[ @wordsofthespirits ]]

[ Mesmerizing. That glittery look fits her. He wanted to compliment her. ]

[ What came out instead was... ]

"Y-You look like cotton candy, miss."

"UGH-! WHAT THE FUCK—"

[ He recovered from the embarrassment of the situation, grabbing his camera and fixing the settings. Before he looked up to the woman. ]

"O-Of course, of course!! I-I-I can... take photos for you...!"

[ghosts-in-season]

oops finger slipped

[design of protag belongs to ( @wordsofthespirits ask blog) !! alt version w/o text below cut]

[littlewormmuncher]

🍷: "hm?"

[ Rody looked into the restaurant, a bit curious if Vincent was inside. ]

[ Safe to say he sort of regretted it when he saw Vincent. ]

[[ @wordsofthespirits ]]

[Vincent had been picking at a few scars on his arms,he quickly crossed his arms when he felt eyes on himself. He looked up at the other,tilting his head.]

“Hm?”

[adhd3m0n91]

ART DUMP (I'm back bitchessss)

Some of the following images contain blood/gore/body horror so beware

Here's months worth of art u haven't seen! Finally able to post it 👍

Characters in seventh image are from elevator hitch aus (made by @protagonists-catastrophe @deadworld-fakeprotagonist and @wordsofthespirits)

[classified-coworker]

[Smoke, and the scent of cigars. Walking into a seemingly quiet and abandoned room.]

[What is that sound? The ticking of clocks, the footsteps of a stranger, about 5 feet tall, and his humming of a jazz song titled "Don't Scare Me Papa".]

[After a fruitless attempt to visit Jasper and the other Coworker, [*****] decides it's time for a visit someplace else.]

"And Chase quite the nuisance..."

[[ @wordsofthespirits ]]

>[Coworker sits, completely engrossed in his work, looking over files with a frustrated look on his face. He sits up, turning to face the source of the sound once it finally grabs his attention.]

"Hello? Who's there?"

[yukis-little-yapping]

hes done for now mehehehhehe

[doppelcoworker]

(( rp opportunity :3

🎵: "... He looks like crap."

[Protag walks nearby Jasper's hospital room with some kind of cassette/vhs player in hand. He sits down near the entrance, and eyes the doppelganger cautiously.]

🎵: "........"

❌️@/wordsofthespirits❌️

word from the mod: please tag me! I drowned in all the replies and reblogged the wrong post!

"… who are you?"

> [ Jasper's eyes fluttered slowly. Seeing someone who resembled the newbie was a bit nerve-wracking, since his friend was basically a doppel of the newbie. ]

(( ooc: btw sis, the tag works in asks. @wordsofthespirits ))

[polaroid-angel]

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With orders in hand, June’s eyes catch on a young man, white hair, one eye covered in a bandage. Just like the description. But he’s not alone. Others crowd around him, and she can’t tell if they’re all together or not. 🍸 “Hi there.” She smiles, charm sliding into place effortlessly. “I’m a singer, and…”

Her voice dips lower, like she’s confessing a secret.

🍸 “I’m a bit embarrassed, but I’m low on cash right now... Do you think you and your pals could listen to my song for a dollar?”

God, why is she doing this? It’s humiliating. But she keeps the smile anyway, as if the words didn’t sting her pride.

[[ @wordsofthespirits ]]

An artist. Forcas always appreciated those who dabbled in art—musically or painting. Yet he could sense something was wrong with this girl.

Hey. Take caution.

He kept his hands pocketed, smiling at the woman politely as he fixed up his hair.

"Good day to you, Madame. Of course, I'd be willing to listen to your song."

"I'll even share it to my friends, don't worry."

[disappearenceofsomeone]

GRHERGRGRHWJSB VERY COOL AU BY @wordsofthespirits THAT I WANTED TO DRAW FANART OF (also wanted to try smth out so I'm practically killing two birds with one stone here)

I so so love their designs its so bomb actually they look delicious mmmmmm they were very fun to draw (especially Augustine he looks so good and was too much of an eye candy to not make him bleed out !!! yeahh!!!)

anyways I hope I'll get to see more lore abt these guys because I'm very interested hehe ^^ (also hope everything is going well for you there, ty for making this yummy alternative universe)

version without the words below:

[protagonists-catastrophe]

"Rexerrr?~ I got you a present, my lord~"

>[Bartholomew has returned, currently wearing a disguise. Having taken the form of the very same man laying on the floor, having dropped out of the portal above. @wordsofthespirits ]

>[Of course, per usual, his face looks different, the inhumanly wide smile, the many eyes, that off behavior of his.]

>[ @deadworld-fakeprotagonist]

[Not counted as an event ask bc this is going to be a loooong ass thread between 3 folks (maybe). It was sent before yall did Rexer/Robin dirty. Sorry boys ; ×; ]

Rexer's head practically snapped to look over at the voice. Seeing such a familiar face, it alarmed the time keeper at first, but seeing the second body upon the floor, the [-PROTAGONIST-] was quick to clear up the assumption he made mentally.

> "If you call me that again, I won't hesitate to kill you. Do not call me that."

Seems like someone is still touchy about the name, but he can't stop anyone from. Calling him such things, he sadly does not have that power as much as he wished he could.

Looking at the man on the floor, Rexer narrowed his eyes. When he asked for information, he didn't mean bringing it physically here to his abode. That was going to be a problem if they noticed each other.

> "He can't stay here. We already have a guest here."

He makes the notion to Robin, who still lays unconscious from his prior experiences. It looks like he was in the middle of preparing what to do with the other until Bartholomew dropped in.

He didn't even thank or praise Bartholomew for his generous gift.

[c0worker-bryce]

[[ wordsofthespirits ooc ]]

DONT EVER PULL THAT ISH AGAIN I WAS GENUINELY SO WORRIED FOR YOU😨😨😭😭😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

Ooc: but BABA GRILL how else am I supposed to make peak rp angst without adding a few of my habits to him🥺