#❌️ tapes

[wordsofthespirits]

He blinks awake. His tongue is there, heavy in his mouth, but numb. Like it doesn’t belong to him anymore. Like something foreign stitched in, hollow, an intruder. The taste of metal lingers, sharp and unmistakable, spreading through his senses like a slow, creeping poison. A reminder. He knows what happened. He knows it was real. Robin’s gaze drifts, lands on the one responsible—the timekeeper, his hands stained with the evidence of what he’s done, of the places he’s reached into, the parts of Robin he’s pulled apart and pieced back like he’s some machine, some plaything to dissect.

🎵 ❝...❞ He doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t bother wasting breath on someone who’s already stolen too much from him.

"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.

[wordsofthespirits]

>[Something stares at Protag. It resembles him, or his doppelganger, but has grey skin, and vibrant red eyes]

"...you..."

>[It seems to recognize him, but Protag has never seen it before. It's smiling, though it's hard to tell if it's friendly or hostile]

>[ @anomalous-antagonist]

🎵: "Interesting... I've never seen this thing before."

[He stays a good distance away from the creature, it may look human, but he knows it might not be.]

🎵: "Tch... What a pain in the ass. Guess I gotta see what this thing does."

[He throws a cassette at it, unfortunately missing where he aimed. It hit the floor.]

[wordsofthespirits]

✦Ready to start over...?✦

Welcome to the home of many others like you. You're one of the unfortunate souls with an unfortunate ending.

Lucky for you, you have a solution. Start over. It's as simple as that.

[[ ERROR. ROBIN IS MISSING. ]]

[[ Current focal point: Rody & June ]]

Tapes unlocked:

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

🩵 Angelica [ 0/3 ]

🩸 Augustine [ 1/3 ]

🎵 Protag. [ 0/0 ]

🍷 Rody [ 0/0 ]

🎀 Bok Su Go [ 0/0 ]

🪶 Chase Beckley [ 1/3 ]

🪽 ???

🍸 June [ 0/0 ]

[[ posts tagged as Tapes Unlocked means a tape has been unlocked! Insight/extra knowledge and asks act as the catalyst for Tape Unlocked, so be sure to ask as much as you can! ]]

tags and occ notes will be underneath.

tags:

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❌️ faceless viewer -> anon

❌️ data viewer -> usernames

❌️ post notes -> reblogs

❌️ notes -> answered asks

❌️ tapes -> rp

❌️ hello -> in character response

❌️ the author -> occ response

❌️ polaroids -> fanart

anon list:

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anon that decorates

dove anon

Rules to engage with the inhabitants.

a post written by Augustine.

1. Isn't it obvious? Use your common sense and just be decent. No inappropriate talk.

2. Unless you're lightly flirting, in which case, go ahead.

3. Please use English, none of that slang.

4. I'm not sure about this thing called... "anon magic", try to make sure that these things are appropriate.

5. Do not hound the Author's DMs. This blog was meant for fun.

Huh... that... wasn't there... anyways.

6. This blog acts as an AU game, feel free to treat this as an ARG if you'd like!

7. Have fun, but always remember to use common sense.

blog is run by: @officialjuhin .

[korrasamibottles]

See when a strand of my hair gets stuck in the tape when I'm boxing things up I peel off the hairy strip and repackage the box (I am insane), but I gotta respect the game of those who work the same job as me elsewhere and don't bother with all that and just ship their boxes out, Hair Tape and all

[wordsofthespirits]

The snake coils around his hand, curling up his arm like it belongs there, like he’s part of its world.

It hisses, soft and curious, and Robin hums back, voice low. ❝ Hi there, Bacon. ❞ He smiles, gentle, like he almost forgot what gentleness is supposed to feel like. He strokes the snake’s smooth scales, his fingers light, careful. ❝ Sorry about that. ❞ He murmurs, like the words might dissolve in the air. ❝ I don’t usually venture out of my... bubble. ❞

He glances up, eyes flickering with something close to regret. ❝ I should go. I think—I think coming here might’ve been a mistake. ❞

If Chase was made for wandering, then Robin only wandered with a purpose, a plan, a reason buried somewhere beneath the surface. And right now, that reason stands in front of him—a small figure, familiar yet not, and he smiles wide, a grin that’s as much surprise as it is delight. 🎵 “Ohhh~!” His voice lilts, almost sings, as he reaches out to cup the boy’s face, studying him like he’s some younger reflection, some sweet, softer version of himself. “Aren’t you a little cutie~?” Maybe, just maybe, a break from all that—time-tampering, world-unraveling, universe-bending work—is exactly the remedy for his boredom.

[[ @wordsofthespirits ]]

[eddie-fkn-munson]

You better not let anyone take my anon title, Mister Munson. 😠😤

Wuuuuv you, where's my mix tape edward, you promised me a Spotify Playlist where is it? You don't get cookies if I don't get my tape ❌️

- 🍃

You're the one and only princess!

I'm working on it, I promise. If you bring cookies, it might help it get done a little faster? 😏

[wordsofthespirits]

1960s France, huh? That strange blue-haired man had opened a rift leading over there. This was even before Stryker’s original timeline, the 70s, and it felt like they were only going back further and further.

Prinsepe wasn’t with them today— no, he’d only hold them back. As much as they love him, he’s also a total buzzkill. Stryker preferred to adventure alone, thank you.

They had ended up wandering around Voix Forte. Once a bustling district, now somewhat quaint. Even so, Stryker felt themselves almost lured to it.

They weren’t too concerned about getting back to the 2020s just yet. They could stay for a little more exploring. Even so, it felt almost eerie, with no one in the area… save for one other person.

( @rockst8rs )

Stryker drifted through the streets near Voix Forte, ears catching the faint traces of music slipping through the air. A voice, low and smooth, swirled in harmony with the cheer of a crowd, wrapped in layers of jazzy notes that wove through laughter and clinking glasses—a cocktail of melody and madness. They stepped inside, and the noise swallowed them whole. Lights danced, bright and blinding. Jazz swelled, louder, richer, like it owned the room. The scent of drinks hung thick in the air—wine, sharp and sweet, cocktails bright as neon, and the heady warmth of bodies pressed close together. In the corner, on a small stage, stood a woman. Ginger curls spilling just right above her ears, puffy dress glowing under the lights. Her voice poured out like honey, weaving through the room and settling in every corner, captivating every ear. Like a siren. 🍷 ❝ Welcome to Voix Forte, ❞

a rough voice broke through, and Stryker turned, meeting the eyes of a grizzled host with a smirk like a secret.

🍷 ❝ Looking for a drink, dear guest? ❞

[wordsofthespirits]

❝ She gives me everything, and tenderly... ♪ The kiss my lover brings, she brings to me... And I love her ♫ ❞

‣ As if right on cue, another man happened to walk by singing the same song, his voice a soft, barely audible humming as he fiddled with his collar in an attempt to neaten it.

‣ He spots the stranger, recognizing their face as his own. Though he chuckled, trying to brush it off.

❝ Hello! You don't happen to be a street singer, do you? ❞

sitting upon park bench, calloused fingers tend to a worn guitar's strings.  with a practiced strum comes a dissonant riff, made melodic with the turn of a peg.  his tuning's in order, his case is opened for the generous passerby... what more is there to do under the afternoon sun, than sing ?

❝ i give her all my love, that's all i do... ♪ and if you saw my love, you'd love her too... ♫ ❞

[hoardzskii]

HIS VENOMOUS LURE ✦ PRNS

He - Himself ,, They - Themself ,, It - Itself

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

X3 - X3self, XP - XPself, ( ^ _ ^ ) - ( ^ _ ^ )self, oh! - oh!self, growl - growlself, x_x - x_xself, :3 - :3self, huh? - huh?self, wow - wowself, ick - ickself, ack - ackself, whoosh - whooshself, xoxo - xoxoself, !? - !?self, _ - _self, grr - grrself, hi - hisself,

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

🍁 - 🍁self, 🪐 - 🪐self, 💀 - 💀self, 🌸 - 🌸self, ✒️ - ✒️self, 🧟 - 🧟self, ☕️ - ☕️self, 🥀 - 🥀self, 💥 - 💥self, ❌️ - ❌️self, 🦈 - 🦈self, ♥️ - ♥️self, 🪓 - 🪓self, 🎉 - 🎉self, 🌻 - 🌻self, ❗️ -❗️self, 🔦 - 🔦self, 🎥 - 🎥self, 🔪 - 🔪self, 🫀 - 🫀self, 🖥 - 🖥self,

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Void - Voidself, Star - Starself, end - endself, ring - ringself, Night - Nightself, moon - moonself, sun - sunself, space - spaceself, voi / voix - voiself,

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

goop - goopself, scrible - scribleself, vwoop - vwoopself, oo / ooze / oozes - oozeself, squi - squishself, gloo - gloopself, drip / drop / drips / drops - drips / drops self, sli - slimeself, orb - orbself,

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

??? - ???self, uh / um / er - uh / um / er self, @ - @self, that - thatself, clo - cloverself, hy / hym / hys - hymself, ze / zim / zis - zimself, cie / cim / cies - cimself, mae / maer / maers - maerself, hy / hyr / hyrs - hyrself, xie / xier / xiers - xierself, blur - blurself, noir - noirself, fey / fir / firs - firself, spy - spyself, non - nonself, xhe/xhem, he/sim, he/yum, he/hyem, h#/h#m, h🪐/h🪐m, h🍄/h🍄m, zay/zim, kie/kym, ve/vim, h?/h?m, h^-^/h^-^m, h>_</h>_<m, h:D/h:Dm, hx/hxs, h!/h!m, h*/h*m, ne/nim, ne/nym, tip/tap/tips/tapself,

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

doze - dozeself, lu - lucidself, slum - slumberself, zzz - zzzself,

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

ne - neonself, clown - clownself, honk - honkself, vi - vibrantself, prank - prankself, sill - sillyself, glee - gleeself, fun - funself, ruffle - ruffleself, par - partyself, gift - giftself, hype - hyperself, art - artself, whiz/whir/whizs/whirself, yo/yo/yos/yoself,

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

cher - cherryself, cherry / pop - cherrypopself, straw / berry - strawberryself, apple - appleself, mint - mintself, sweet - sweetself, sugar - sugarself, can - candiedself, ber - berryself, mush / shroom - mush[shroom]self, choco - chocolateself, fanta/fanta/fantas/fantaself, ton/tonic/tonics/tonicself, sel/seltzer/sels/seltzerself, flavor/flavor/flavors/flavorself, cola/cola/colas/colaself, soda/soda/sodas/sodaself, pop/pop/pops/popself,

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

File - Fileself, Tape - Tapeself, Rad - Radioself, ERR[OR] - ERR[OR]SELF, error - errorself, web - webself, virus - viruself, tune - tuneself, tech - techself, ring - ringself, Call - callself, file - fileself, blank - blankself, cen - censorself, anon - anonself, zap - zapself, ene - energyself, ga - gameself, pla - playself, glitch - glitchself, spark - sparkself, cyber - cyberself, wire - wireself, .exe - .exeself, txt - txtself, png - pngself, jpg - jpgself, 01 / 01self, co/com/coms/commerceself, tel/tele/teles/televisionself, zip/zap/zips/zapself,

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

bug - bugself, critter - critterself, petal - petalself, root - rootself, bud - budself, nectar - nectarself, moss - mosself, bloo - bloomself, ro - roseself,

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

zomb - zombieself, bit - biteself, claw - clawself, un / dead - undeadself, tomb - tombself, shuff - shuffleself, rot - rotself, Spook - Spookself, Lost - Lostself, boo - booself, fog - fogself, eye - eyeself, seen - seenself, night / mare - nightmareself, pump / kin - pumpkinself, vamp - vampself, bone - boneself, tenta[cle] - tenta[cle]self, gloom - gloomself, null - nullself, stare - stareself, dark - darkself, eer - errieself, grim - grimself, reap - reaperself, dust - dustself, hoo - hoodself, sha - shadowself, chill - chillyself, trick / treat - trickself / treatself, joke - jokeself, orb - orbself, fang - fangself, gho - ghostself, gho - ghoulself, so - soulself, mytho - mythoself, mist - mistself, chaos - chaoself, saw - sawself, tox / toxi / toxin / toxins - toxinself, Pyro - Pyros, Haunt - Haunts, Scar / Scary, snarl - snarlself, brains - Brainself, lure - lureself, lurk - lurkself, gur - guroself, rui - ruinself, wilt - wiltedself, dem - demiseself,

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

eel - eelself, tu - tunaself, swim - swimself, fish - fishself, ri - riverself, we - wetself, fin - finself, aqua - aquaself, sal - saltsslf, way - waveself, tentac - tentacleself, ser - sea, sea - sear, sea / foam / seas / foams / seaself, vor - vortex, stor - stormself, rai / rain / rais / rains / rainself, driz/drizzle/drizs/drizzleself, sol/parasol/sols/parasolself, sun/shade/shades/sunshadeself, rain/check/rains/raincheckself, fore/cast/fores/forecastself,

[wordsofthespirits]

❌️ tape unlocked: Chase

🪽: "The program. No one knows what it is except for that weird monochrome guy.

Chase screwed it up. It's bad enough that [__] had interventions, but-"

🍸: "..."

🪽: "Sorry, I didn't mean to vent. It's just so pitiful, watching the newbie wait for him."

🍸: "I gotta go, mate. Thanks for talking to me."

🪽: ".... No problem."

...

Chase had to start over.

🪶: "Oh, my lord, what's wrong? We're in the same boat now, aren't we?"

🎵: ".......You shouldnt have worried me so much."

🪶: "Fufu... of course. Sorry to worry you, my lord~"

🎵: "The fu- Why are you hugging me-???"

🪶: "Oh, my lord, what's wrong? I thought you liked being hugged after a life-threatening experience."

🎵: "You being out of my life for 2 months is not a life-threatening experience."

> [ Chase lets him go. ]

🎵: "Just try not to cause too many problems, understand?"

🪶: "Yes my lord."

[wordsofthespirits]

‼️ tape unlocked: june & rody

[[ tape unlocked: June & Rody! ]]

loveit?

c.w: blood.

When WHISPERS aren't enough. Words can be SCREAMED.

> [You gained INFO]

Rody Lamoree:

Broken Rule: Left La Guelle De Saturne alive during Best Served Cold.

June:

Broken Rule: Survived the horrors.

Robin seems displeased at the leak of information.

❝ I need to start erasing those who try to leak shit out there... ❞

[wordsofthespirits]

[ He holds up his lighter, the small flame flickering between them. ]

❝  Hey, I have a lighter.  ❞ [ He smiles, tries to keep it easy, keep it calm. Keep the fear from leaking through. ] ❝  I don’t have scissors, sorry.  ❞

[ He waves the air like he can erase the tension with just a gesture, like he can make it disappear. ]  ❝  You’re not bad. You’re just... new to me.  ❞

>".................MISTAKE, CATHOLIC!!!!!!!.......NO SCISSORS.....CAT IS BAD...?? IS CAT BAD? NO SCISSORS...CAT??"

>[He sounded rather upset, looking at you with utter confusion as to why you had no scissors, it made him bubble and gurgle more, as he spouts out weird words in an attempt to make something stick together, He sloppily cracked his back and leaned upwards.]

[wordsofthespirits]

Hey, Bok-Su Go...? Are you here? I heard I could reach you here...

Where have you been? Are you...OK? I...I wanted to...to...check, on you...

[ *As per usual, Da-Jeong seems guilty. She looks as though she'd bolt off at any moment, yet just for now she's mustered up the courage to look Bok-Su in the eye...figuratively and literally. However, she's entirely unaware of what she's really going to encounter here. ]

~ @thoughts-of-da-jeong

"Da… Jeong?"

"Oh, it's you. How's Myeong-Hoon?"

[ Bok Su seemed surprised. Too surprised. Maybe… distressed, even. ]

[ She tried to look Da Jeong in the eye, smiling. ]

[[ ooc: sprites by the mod of @doppelcoworker !!! you cooked!! ]]

[wordsofthespirits]

A time rift has opened in the nearby alleyway. Cats hissed before running off, knocking over trash and the likes. Only now did a man dressed in a white suit step into the narrow streets of 1960's France. With the cracks of reality fading away, the man wasted no time in looking for his target.

It did not take long, not one moment before he locked onto the familiar auburn patch of hair bouncing down the night streets. Ideal for them both, it seems.

Deciding to make his presence known, the [-PROTAGONIST-] appeared in front of the other by a few feet. Hands still behind his back when greeting those in a means to feign innocence.

> "Running amok now, are we? Was he so careless to give you the other's a hard reset? It must be tiresome. "

There is only a soft ticking noise from the other, ticking of a clock, the count down has already started the moment he stepped foot into this place.

> "Perhaps I can remedy your situation. Make it less unfortunate for your restless mind. After all, he seems quite reckless with his profession.. "

@protagonists-catastrophe

Oh. And he thought the only thing on his agenda tonight was to listen to the singer. 🍷 "Quel remède ? Je suis déjà heureux." (What remedy? I'm already happy.) But he doesn’t look it. It's like the life has been drained right out of him. Like he's frozen in place.

What kind of problems will show up next? The next thing he knows, his old boss will be alive again. Or worse—back from the dead. A "remedy" would feel more like a curse.

[wordsofthespirits]

[Winnie gives Augustine a bear plushie.]

Hey, sorry if I'm bothering you but yesterday I went to the store And, saw this bear it reminded me of you!! ~ I've actually been thinking about conversation and hope we can connect a bit more. Even if I don't understand what happened in your universe. Anyways, enjoy the bear!!

( @yourfavoritecousinwinnie )

🩸: "Aha... thank you, Winnie...!"

[He awkwardly smiles, taking the plush while trying to avoid eye contact with Winnie.]

🩸: "Anyways, what do you wanna talk about?"

[wordsofthespirits]

There’s a flicker of something—offense, irritation—uncoiling inside her chest. She’s not sure why it bothers her so much, maybe because he’s pretending the hooded figure behind him doesn’t exist.

Or maybe because she craves more than a single set of eyes. She thrives on attention. And hates performing for just one.

🍸 “Please, dear,” she hums, voice like honey, “don’t be scared of me.” She tilts her head, letting a gentle smile play across her lips, her eyes flicking between him and the shadow lurking behind. She’s determined to captivate them both, to draw them into her web.

🍸 “I hope you two enjoy my performance~♪” Her voice spills out, soft at first, then rising like a siren’s call, drawing them closer, like prey lured into the depths.

🍸 “Love is an ocean~ I’m just a drop in the sea... It’s easy to forget it. But I’m not gonna let that happen to me~♪” She’s always loved songs about the ocean. About being lost, adrift. This one feels like home.

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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."