#REV1999.

[dnangelic]

your inbox is now haunted by Click, waiting to get a perfect shot of Dark doing something out of character. He’s watching, waiting. 👁️ 👁️ 📸

HE'S RIGHT BEHIND ME .

I CAN FEEL IT

[ywraa]

where have you buried all your children?

[si-soya]

Windsong you girlfailure

[hoshiboshimax]

Oh the silliest sillies

[kanofspam]

Ty bluepoch for making me insane again

[theleverethiding]

┊﹚ Lorelei (Reverse: 1999) Layout Self indulgent

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[timekeeper-vertin]

Verneider pizzashop au just dropped (yes Schneider made the pizza and left a hate comment)

[mugoki]

Greta Hofmann | Reverse: 1999

[ayavanni]

Reverse 1999 textposts part 1 (see tag rev1999 textposts for all of them)

[fishareglorious]

Fun fact: Pickles is based off a real dog!

[dnangelic]

"I have something to show you, Daisuke." Vertin said as noticed Daisuke had entered the suitcase. She had asked him to stop by if he had the chance, and she was glad he did. She smiled, and motioned for him to follow her through the different halls of the suitcase. Finally, she stops infront of a room that at first glance doesn't seem too different from any other room by the door alone, but once she opened it and motioned Daisuke inside, he could see the uniqueness of the room. The entire wall and part of the ceiling was glass, and the room was neat and open, with distinct work benches, and a few easels and canvases set up, some covered and some not. "I found this atelier while exploring more of the suitcase. It's yours, if you'd like a place to show your creativity." This was Vertin's present to him. "You can decorate it however you'd like, either with what you create or what Dark steals. If you ever run out of supplies or need something, I can get it for you."

(happy birthday to the best boy)

whatever it is , for him to have been especially requested , it had to be really important , right ? briefly , he can't help but wonder if there was trouble of some kind . maybe vertin had discovered another precious object or artwork that was to be targeted once more by the infamous phantom thief , or maybe everyone was about to hold some kind of super serious strategy meeting ... the details and finer considerations of which would most certainly fly over his head and dizzy him . maybe he was about to receive a scolding ; a final , formal request to halt .

instead --- it's dark's very own observation that soothes him out any fast-developing anxieties . ( would someone with something that serious to share really be making a face like that ? ) never-mind the difficulties daisuke had at discerning vertin's seemingly subtle displays of emotion in the first place . it was true that her brow lacked any evident troubled twist , and rather than any sort of grim shade that so often accompanied the rain of a storm , a faint light remained in the warmed glow of her visage instead .

so he follows . and then he enters , his eyes widening with each step ; his heart and his soul alike filling with a sense of ever-more wonder . it was a greenhouse of creation ; a miniature paradise for any aspiring , amateur artist . when daisuke can once more bring himself to speak , his voice echoes about the glass , his person whirling about . ' f-for me ?! ' and for dark as well ? an entire room was too much , wasn't it ? he had already become accustomed to and more content with his vague coming-and-goings , taking to whatever quiet and obscure spaces the wing within suggested of him ...

and yet , how could anyone have ever resisted something like this ?

he could have never refused , dreaming immediately of welcoming and inviting others the same way that vertin had welcomed and invited him . the hand splayed over his heart does nothing to quell the long-growing pound in his chest , nor does he hide the flush and broad smile lingering on his expression even after he transforms .

' thank you , ' to grant them something like this on their shared birthdays ; how grand , and how moving . wasn't life just like this empty room within the suitcase ? something waiting to be filled with beautiful things ; something that contained something immensely precious already , vertin standing before them . dark steps forward to lift her hand with a delicate respect , his second palm still kept close over the space of his chest . ' we'll be sure to make good use of it . though , as the bringers of your troupe already , we could never ask you to run those sorts of measly errands for us . instead , miss vertin ... all we ask is for you to bring yourself here on occasion . '

truly , they could have asked for nothing more .

' allow us the opportunity to celebrate and impress you the way you have us , sometime . ' it was only with someone like this in mind that they could continue to do their very best , after all --- working hard to be worthy of witness . to steal an audience's breath away . ' merci . grazie . danke . visit us soon , and we'll show you just what we've done with the place . '

[ywraa]

Prophetic bird? More like problematic bird

[si-soya]

I love sonetto’s new garment so I doodled it

[hoshiboshimax]

Marcus my little girlfailure

[mac-a08]

[theleverethiding]

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