#thirdsinned

[isolaradiale]

i'm sure my reserve's ended already but anyway, here's tyki mikk from d. gray man! the app's at the sidebar or at /app if that doesn't work. thank you!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Tyki!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 236.

You’ll retain the ability to fire five small blasts of dark matter per day.

– mod altair.

[bokuzei]

        spit from the center and launched to wander for himself,  seimei has fallen into an all too comfortable routine trekking the path from his quarters to the same ward every day;  though he’s yet to  consciously  meet his roommates,  waiting all day for an introduction is sure to drive him mad,  especially given his habitually rushed mornings dipping deep into the night.  moments of  peace  are few and far between,  and the extensiveness of it in spirale is maddening.  certainly,  bothering the small handful of familiar faces would do him no better,  so he finds a bit of solace in the morphing dynamics of the cotes’ fox village.

        “  careful.  ”     -----  a wary hand pulls at the stranger’s collar,  tugging just lightly enough to narrowly escape an  unfortunate  accident between their foot and the creature’s tail.     “  i’m sure a footprint wouldn’t add much to their attempted professional appearances;  you’ve been saved from an earful,  though your shirt is a bit more rumpled than it started..  ”

     (  @thirdsinned​      ❤ ‘d     for a starter !!  )

[dreamair]

thirdsinned replied to your post: thirdsinned replied to your post gives u a...

hey give me some ://

but you gave it to me? get your own maybe??? go steal some from a kid.

[dreamair]

thirdsinned replied to your post

gives u a whole ass pumpkin candy

eats it

[bienaimee]

★★　　a place where sinners dwell, where the unforgivable burn for eternity... for a moment, sylvain had almost let himself believe it, when the city turned to a ruin of flowing lava in thick streams all around him, the spaces between covered in fire. he and dimitri had as good as promised to meet each other in that place, if it really existed, sinners alike who accepted their sins. but it was a flight of fancy quickly quashed. sylvain couldn’t just lay down and accept his fate, no matter how much he wanted to-- he had other promises to keep, too.

finding fellow sinners, for one, and the monsters he kept hearing whispers of. fate, perhaps, that he would find the two in one area, coming around a corner to see a stranger going about his own business, and a large creature to his left, equidistant to the man. though the thing had no eyes sylvain could see, he felt they locked gazes a moment anyway, his lance of ruin already in his hand, before the thing started for the less armed prey. sylvain broke into a sprint in kind, intercepting only a few meters away with a shouted “watch out!!”

he caught the monster’s teeth with an extended arm, taking the brunt of the attack with a quiet grunt of effort, before he hefted the glowing, twitching lance and gave it its first blood in months, digging deep into where the thing’s eye should be. it slumped slowly, teeth loosening, but even as it hit the ground it seemed to still be breathing. 

“hey handsome!” he looked over his shoulder with an irreverent grin unbefitting the new state of his non-lance arm, “you okay? it’s getting pretty scary around here, if you don’t have any weapons i don’t mind keeping you company.”

//// @thirdsinned​

[byordeal]

@thirdsinned || s.c

For as distressed as they are, Amalie is doing quite the job at keeping everything together. After all, they’ve spent years upon years keeping themselves together, whether that be before a camera or before a judge, eyes alight with determination and posture so aligned that one might mistake them for more of a politician than they actually are. While the position had required election, Amalie had always been prone to different sorts of arguments, and different sorts of images.

Now though, there is no mask and no Phanuel to fall back upon. They’re already mourning the loss of their suit, the fit a small comfort when skulking on night streets. Investigating the closet in their room had revealed a painfully basic wardrobe, their pencil skirt and blazer the nicest thing available in this moment. What a shame that was, what a shame it was that they were somewhere strange, sitting and wondering if they had tables turned on them. Kidnapped instead of the other way around, how ironic for someone that did what they did. 

“What a mess this place is.” Amalie is thinking out loud, staring ahead to a large swath of grating, and then down to their heels, tall and thin and perfect for getting caught in this sort of thing. “Excuse me,” waving a subtle hand, Amalie tries to track down another’s attention. “You wouldn’t happen to know if there is, another way around that doesn’t involve me losing my shoe to the sidewalk?” 

[dreambledd]

lifts

is held 

[nekroii]

08. a dared kiss :)c

            he knows this is tyki’s twisted version of a game of chicken; he             knows there’s no feelings the noah harbours for him, other than            a sick sense of curiosity. the dare merely serves to further fuel             the vessel’s irritation, and desire to throw the other completely off.

            gloved digits find purchase in the collar of the noble’s shirt, a             wrench of his arm thusly pulling tyki down to be level with him.             the noah is only given a split second of reaction time, before            chilly lips are pressed to his; the kiss isn’t hard - it’s soft …            inexperienced.

            lucian gruffly releases him after a moment, not bothering to hold            the kiss for long - he isn’t quite sure how the brunet will react to            him following through with the aforementioned dare, and though            he’s fought him in the past … he doesn’t quite want to do it again.             not yet, at least.

            “ there you go , tyki . ”