#@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!!

[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:

[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."

[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?”

[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?"

[scissorblades-woodcrosses]

"Interesting." It’s the only word that slips out, calm and flat, though every muscle in Protag’s body screams to say something else. What he really means is, You look like shit. But he keeps his mouth shut, fingers twitching at his sides.

[[ @wordsofthespirits ]]

... His brows furrow, and he shifts uncomfortably, crossing his arms. Well, this is new. Rockstar outfits were one thing- but this? Well. At least this one doesn't look half bad. Better than the suit.

> " ... I'm not an animal you look at through glass at the zoo, y'know. Maybe a hello? How are you? Actually, who are you? Just what timeline could you be from?? "

Probably better than this Hellscape he's stuck in. Probably. ... He probably shouldn't speak so soon.

[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 ))

[yukis-little-yapping]

hes done for now mehehehhehe

[disappearenceofsomeone]

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

[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.

[polaroid-angel]

Forcas's stomach was turning. Something about this man was... odd. But he chalked it up to eccentricity, after all, he was like the man in a way.

How nice, the sun was setting and here he was, enjoying the moment with a stranger and a canary. Sometimes, nature can play nice.

A floral smell wafted through the air. The hooded stranger turned to Forcas, who had sent a letter to his higher up.

"Who's that for?"

"My boss. He treats me like some sort of kid, always asking me where I am and stuff."

The hooded stranger laughed. But he remained cold, still staring at Forcas with that look.

It feels bitter. Almost...

"So... your name?"

"Forcas."

"It sounds angelic."

Amused, Forcas laughed, rummaging through his bag.

He liked this man's attitude. It was charismatic, graceful, and many other words.

"Angelic? I get that a lot."

((ooc: wanted to try and change the setting from the last rp hehe hope u dont mind))

While Forcas was waiting for Valefar and Porter to arrive, a red canary quickly came by to sit on Forcas' head, looking at his face. Its eyes squinted upon seeing him, as if it was smiling. It rested its entire body on his hair, waiting for something. Someone. Some people.

This bird was a sign the other two were near.

(( @ur-local-demonlol ))

An odd energy. Some new arcana. Not malicious but dark. Not that he would jump to conclusions—he's not an ignorant moron that assumes everything at first glance.

He reached up to the bird, recognizing it.

"Hello, my friend. Good to see you again."

But it seems someone thought he was talking to them.

"Mm?"

"A-Ah, oh... Sorry I bumped into you that one time."

"It's no big deal, but your impulse to buy a gift for me was..."

"I just wanted to make up for the stuff you dropped."

[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🥺

[phone-a-friend-eh]

FILE ONE. PAGE ONE. A HUMANS DEATH.

Tw; disordered eating (?) extreme memory loss, eyes, scribble sounds, phone sounds, possible disturbing imagery.

to be noted!

I traced my own hand, I cant draw hands.

this is @wordsofthespirits fault

(SORRY FOR THE TAG but I thought you might wanna see-)

[ghosts-in-season]

the expansive ask [studio investigrave] lore has got me in a chokehold and im genuinely so invested guys please stop making such good stories

especially wordsofthespirits, the designs, the mystery im