Ninth-Siren

Indie, Non-selective Demyx/Myde RP blog. Nsfw may apply. Multiship, multiverse.  Lovingly penned by Kitty Low activity blog. Mutual only blog

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OOC: Moving and the hiatus.

Alright well first I should address the moving. I am moving Myde to a multimuse so I can just freely play anyone whenever. I’m also doing as a sort of Fresh start. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to rp with you. On the contrary I would love if people followed me on the new blog for more Myde and other muses I have.

@galaxyofmuses  I should have it completely up and running by the end of the day. So go ahead and give me a follow if you want. I will pin this on my page so people can find it easier.

And then onto being absent for a while. Well I was sick back to back to back so I’ve been spending most of the time in bed or curled up in my chair unable to think much. But I’m feeling much better so hopefully I’ll stay well for a bit -knocks on wood-

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Drawn for @gravitasfatum​

A wedding under the stars on the beach, The first dance on the surface of the ocean under a vast sky of stars.

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🦖 Did they have a dinosaur phase as a kid?

No not really, though he did have a very strong dragon phase. Which I suppose is similar lol.

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Specify muse if multimuse! 

🧟‍♂️ - Their plan for the zombie apocalypse?

🏃‍♂️ - Are they a good runner? Short bursts or long marathons? How fast are they?

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 - How big was their nuclear family growing up?

🚵‍♂️ - Do they enjoy time outside? Do they explore and hike and exercise outside frequently?

🦸‍♀️- Their favorite superhero and why?

👩‍💻 - Are they a fast and accurate typer?

✍ - What’s their handwriting like? Do they prefer cursive or no? Do they type or write faster?

💔 - Worst emotional thing that’s ever happened to them?

🤠 - Westerns? Yea or nay?

🦄 - If they could have one mythical familiar?

🦔 - One weird animal they like?

🦖 - Did they have a dinosaur phase as a kid?

🐢 - do they like reptiles?

🌸 - Do they care about flora? Can they identify flowers?

☘ - Do they practice any good luck charms?

🍱 - What do they do for packing their own lunch?

🍵 - Green tea yea or nay?

🧊 - Do they like ice in their water?

🧂- What’s one thing they’re always be salty about?

🏔- Have they ever climbed a mountain? Would they ever?

🌪 - Have they ever been through a natural disaster?

🌊 - Are they scared of swimming in the ocean? Can they surf?

🎮 - Game console of choice?

🎻 - What instruments can they play? Are they good at it?

🎙- How’s their voice? Pleasant? Would they make good radio hosts or singers?

📓 - Do they write things down on paper to remember them?

⛏ - Do they play minecraft?

🏹 - Do they have sharpshooter skills?

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freezing-scholar​:

A few quick sketches and notes when holding the wings, delicately running his thumb over them. Soft as a pillow to the touch, yet the muscle holding them was the complete opposite. It explained how they got so much air from a single flap. “Forgive me, this is a dream.”

Taking a step back, pen flying across the pages as he took notes as well as doodles. Eventually ending with a sketch of Myde with annotations around it. “I appreciate you doing this for me.” Bowing in respect and gratitude. “If there is anything I may do in return?”

Myde listened to the scratching sound of pencil on paper as the other sketched and made notes. He strangely felt perfectly at ease with this. Even if he’d had bad run ins with people who wanted to ‘study’ him in the past. He didn’t get bad vibes from Even in the slightest. “It’s a dream to study someone like me?”

“Of course I don’t mind helping at all. After all since I’ve never met another siren letting someone study me might even help me understand what I am better.” He hummed a little. “Something in return...you study biology right? Do you think there is some way...you could figure out how to fix my eyes? If its even possible to undo the damage that is. The scarring I’ve been told is really severe thats why I cover it with a glamour so people don’t have to look at it.”

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gravitasfatum​:

“Dem, you’re really starting to confuse me…” Xigbar grumbled. “And it’s not funny.”

He liked to think of himself as being pretty composed most of the time, but even Xigbar had to admit how irritated he was with the situation. Demyx -Myde… whoever!- acting even more dense than usual was not helping either.  And just what was with all those ‘handsome’ comments? Not that Xigbar did not appreciate it, it was just more weirdness that Xigbar had no patience for right now. “Keyblade Graveyard.” He corrected, “You know, where we were supposed to meet with the others?”

Xigbar was starting to suspect that something had gone very wrong on his way to the Keyblade Graveyard. If this really was Fantasia, and the man sitting with him really was a recompleted Demyx, then there definitely was something fishy going on, but still Xigbar could not remember what had happened. “Ugh forget it!” He finally huffed, “Fine, whatever’s going on, I’ll play along.”

“I really don’t know who this Dem is...I’ve never gone by any other name than my own..well other than my nickname Sunshine but that’s not even close to that name.” He frowned equally confused. 

“There is a graveyard for keyblades?” He blinked at him with wide eyes. Summoning forte to his hand he looked at it and then up. “But Master Yen sid said I was the only wielder on Fantasia..how can there be a whole graveyard of them.”

The siren drew closer and sniffed the air drawing back suddenly with a wrinkle of his nose. “You reek of time magic..are you from another time?”

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lunardivining​:

“Yes, Radiant Garden isn’t exactly known for wild boar,” Isa responds, chuckling a bit himself. He tries to imagine Myde hunting in the wild but finds it difficult; then again, Isa himself has never hunted for anything other than good deals at the supermarket. His mother was the hunter in his family and his mom was the cook. Isa had been too fond of animals to kill any himself, bursting into tears whenever he’d stumbled upon his mother preparing one of her kills.

“You’re a braver man than I am.”

“Braver?” He tilted his head blind eyes doing their best to settle somewhere on his face. “Hunting isn’t really about being brave its about survival. For yourself and for your herd..er family. Every able bodied male of my people were hunters. Even my keyblade transforms into a bow.”

He hummed a bit and smiled. “Honestly I would say you’re the braver one. I have always had a hard time fighting people. Bringing harm even to defend myself hasn’t been something I’m good at at all.”

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@ninth-siren requested Myde as a harpy

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OOC: nothing from me tonight I have a migraine but I’m around on discord if you wanna hit me up.

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gravitasfatum​:

The answer just left Xigbar even more confused.

 “Myde?” It did not take a genius to figure out that ‘Myde’ was Demyx’s real name but… “When did you get recompleted?” There was movement at the top of Myde’s head and Xigbar stumbled back a bit in surprise as he noticed the wings for the first time. One set on Myde’s head and one on his back. Where had those come from?

And this nonsense about them being in Fantasia was impossible. Xigbar knew for a fact that Fantasia was long gone. Yet, as he looked around at his surroundings, there was no denying that Fantasia was exactly where they were.

“No way.” He said, rubbing his head to check for injuries, “The last thing I remember is being in the Graveyard…”

“Recompleted...?” He looked at him with a little bird like head tilt his face pure confusion. “What do you mean by that I was never incomplete..” The siren watched him with avid curiosity as he seemed to become confused as well. “Graveyard? You mean like the old ones graveyard to the east? I didn’t know humans lived out that way. Let alone handsome ones such as yourself.” He smiled in an easy going manner.

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Send “You’ll have to go through me!” for my muse’s reaction to yours shielding mine from an attacker.

Alternatively, send “Wait! What are you doing!?” for my muse to shield yours from an attacker.

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lunardivining​:

“…oh.” Isa isn’t quite certain which way Myde is using like; nevertheless, he offers the other man a tentative smile, small but no less genuine for it. “Well…thank you. It’s much appreciated.”

He mentally scrambles for something else to say. Small talk? Isa’s never heard of it. “What kind of stew did you make?”

“It’s forest stew the same my mother used to make. Though I used more store brand ingredients than I would have in the old days. But its kind of hard to hunt down a wild boar in these parts so Pork from the butcher shop will do.” he chuckled a little bit.

 “I feel like all these conveniences are actually going to make me lazy for reals one of these days. But I still go hunt for food sometimes. Just not on this world.”

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lunardivining​:

“Why are you being so sweet to me,” Isa mumbles, taking the offered gloves and putting them on before wrapping himself in that warm blanket, still smelling of electric heat. “I’ve been a grouch all day.”

At the very mention of stew, his stomach gives a pathetic gurgle.

“You haven’t figured that out yet? It’s because I like you, you dork.” he chuckled and put another log on the fire before sitting down across from him on the little nest of pillows he had. “I enjoy your company and I care if you’re not feeling well.”

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He’s curled up next to the space heater with a big cup of tea held in his large, chilled hands. The weather is getting far too cold for his liking—being anemic means Isa simply isn’t built for winter.

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Myde came in with a fluffy blanket in his hands having pulled it out of the dryer along with some fingerless gloves for the other. Understanding anemia he knew the other was likely to be comforted by it. “Here you go lets get you warmed up. I started some stew cooking too I’m a very good cook it’ll warm you up inside too.”

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among us char maker

He’s just a good boy trying to do them tasks. Must protec

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lunardivining​:

“Wait, what?” Isa peers out the window overlooking their front door; as luck would have it, Myde truly is just outside. Then again, he supposes, making his way downstairs, he could’ve just listened for a knock.

“Er,” is the first thing Isa says once he opens the door. “Hi. Nice…to see you. Come in, you’re letting all the hot air out.” It’s meant as a joke, but he’s too keyed up to remember to emote with his voice or facial expressions.

Myde put his hand on Isa’s arm reassuringly before moving inside. He definitely looked like he litterally rolled out of bed and walked over there. It was also the first time he’d ever let the moon child see his hair without anything in it. The wavy curls hung around his head like a mop. “Wouldn’t wanna let the warmth out, its a pretty cold night isn’t it?” He felt better once inside where it was warm yawning a little. “So how about we sit near that fire and get warm and you tell me what the nightmare was about and I’ll see what I can do to help you get rid of it.”

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ninth-siren​:

Myde frowned as he listened to the other go on and pulled his jacket on. He didn’t even bother with his hair leaving it a curled mop hanging around his face since it lacked product to hold it up at the moment.  He was thankful he’d been in twilight town anyway staying in the grand hotel there while he did some work with another healer there. He turned the corner heading for the others house. “Well you’re never a trouble Isa, Day or night I’m here for you. No open your front door its kind of cold tonight.”

“You can say all the pretty things you want, but that doesn’t change the truth.” He exhales heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. “No, that was unkind of me. I’m sorry.”

Isa can hear the faintest rustling sounds coming from Myde’s end of the call, and he quirks a brow. “So…”

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Myde rolled his eyes a little at that. “It’s really ok Isa we all have these kinds of moments. And having nightmares are nothing to be ashamed of. Now, get up outta bed I’m outside.”

This time he knocked on the front door shifting from one foot to the other. He really should have brought a coat.