Indeliblepromise - 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑷.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒆; the one that had been there to protect him from all of the BAD and SCARY things that this world had to throw at them. In his mind, his brother was invincible; that together, the two of them could do ANYTHING. Even that day when things when wrong in that rainy amusement park; he had the FULL CONFIDENCE that his brother would overcome those stupid vampires and that he would survive the danger that was thrown at him.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤYet here were the two of them now; one of them relatively unharmed but the other's life in grave danger. Those terrified blue eyes could see nothing but RED all over. He HATED the color red. Red brought nothing but pain and suffering. There was SO MUCH red.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤBrother ! Brother, you HAVE to keep your eyes open, PLEASE !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤWhat should he DO ? He wasn't strong enough to lift his brother up onto his dog. He was just a tiny, sickly Parisian orphan. A panicked glance falls behind them; settling upon the two vampires fighting it out with the current threat. In any other circumstance, he would have gladly went along with KILLING anything that hurt his brother. Now thoughㅤ—ㅤnow wasn't the time for the gratuitous violence.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤYou IDIOTS ! Don't you think it'd be a good time to retreat ? ! We can kill that thing LATER !ㅤ❜

@indeliblepromise asked for a Starter (mikhail)

He could barely move. No matter how much he tried to force his tired and broken body to just simply move, nothing was listening to him. In the distance, he could somewhat make out the sound of Jeanne and Noe fighting something, something that he should be helping them with, and yet all he could do was lay there in the snow, watching as more of the white was dyed steadily red, a shuddering breath let out as the cold started to settle in. At least he'd managed to protect Misha...that was all that really mattered right...though he did wish that his brother would stop looking at him with such fear in his eyes. This was hardly the worst state Vanitas had found himself in...he'd survive...he had to. But even now, it was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open, his usual bright eyes already seeming to have dulled into a misty sort of grey.

꒰১ ✦* : ˚ʚ 【 @halovien / STARTER CALL. 】 ɞ˚ : ꙳✦ ໒꒱

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑶𝒉. 𝑶𝒉, 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒚. What was HE doing in the Reverie Hotel's lobby ? Shouldn't he have been with the rest of the Oak Family at the Moment of Morning Dew taking care of the complicated business and political matters in Penacony ?

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThose questions quickly dissolved; turning into slight panic as the bellboy soon realized that the Halovian was approaching HIM.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤUH - OH. What did he do ? Was he in trouble or something ? Sure, he may or may not have fallen asleep while cleaning the halls not too long agoㅤ—ㅤbut he managed to get the job done on time ! Even the staff remarked that there wasn't a single speck of dust left behind. SURELY, it wasn't that !

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤH - Hello, Mister Sunday ! How is the Reverie Hotel treating you ? Can I HELP YOU with anything ?ㅤ❜

I worked on making the MV for Amelia Watson’s first original song ChikuTaku! Here’s an example of the pixel art 3D models i made for it.

Pocket Watch, by Charles Cabrier, England, 1740 -1790