#mpxsiobhan

[taoxmp]

Summer Gala 2020 

going with @mpxsiobhan

outfit: just for fun~ switching things up

[mpxruyi]

❝ Baby, It’s cold outside ❞

[[ Since it’s no longer Christmas, I’m gonna just have fun with these as I please while saving my muses along the way! You can use the answer for a starting place if you like, it’s purely fun at this point!]]

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   Ruyi stops the collecting of papers she has on her little table in the work cafeteria when she hears that remark. The little nickname she supposes is a comfortable slang or possibly a mistake and were it any other person (read: a man) she might just lay into the fact that she hates that. But it’s Siobhan and she likes this particular person’s work ethic quite a bit. Her red nails drum pleasantly on the surface of the table for a second before she finishes gathering up her things.

  “Then I recommend a jacket,” she replies as she stands with her bag and a freshly punctured juice box. “Babe.”

[phobetorxmp]

Awkward Spooks

Awkward Spooks | cont from here w/ @mpxsiobhan ft Phobetor & Siobhan 

“Hmm-” Phobetor hums in reply as he hears the familair voice by his side, as he’s taking another, definative sip of his drink and eyeing the decorations dubiously. “What do you suppose the point is in this-” he mutters, before giving it another jab with his finger. This holiday definitely was not for him, he doesn’t get it. He can make things much scarier then this. 

Still, having given up he glances over towards the young woman before a small smile curls to his lips as he sees her costume, having not missed that this was curiously a lot like her normal attire. “You look delightlfully wicked, as always my dear-” he hums before turning to her fully. Having followed her gaze, he sees her glance towards the DJ both and the exciteable dancefloor before commenting. “You’re not with the others your own age? Surely that is better then standing with an old man like me-” he teases with a small smile, head tilting, hoping to get a little out of her. 

[exmposiris]

[ old fart ]

@mpxsiobhan continued from here:

“Aren’t you like... thousands of years old? I think that level of ancient may come with some joint pain, my guy.”

Siobhan tucked a few strands of black and white hair behind her ear before going back to washing dishes behind the bar. They were low on glasses and apparently no one else on shift wanted to work on the pile in the sink. As she dried glass after glass she finally looked up to see the god she just served. She’d seen him around before so she knew he was most definitely a god and an old one at that. Her slitted eyebrow lifted in question before she spoke again.

“What? I’m not wrong.”

"excuse you?” he replies when the girl’s response to his words is to tell him he’s so old that joint pain should be expected. not because she doesn’t have a point, also not because she says it so bluntly without a care in a world, but simply because he enjoys being a little bit dramatic every now and again. (all the time, the reality is all the time.)

it takes an actual moment for the girl to look up from her job to grant him as much as a look, and he makes sure to be gaping at her in the greatest disbelief, because there is no better a reaction than that to her words. she still doesn’t give a shit about his feelings, however, telling him she’s not wrong and fuck, she isn’t, which is hilarious, but she also is.

so he puts forth his best condescending expression, though it is ruined by the fact that he can’t keep the grin off his face, and sits up a little straighter. “i’ll have you know that, though i may be thousands of years old, this body is only like ... thirty or something.” he pauses for a moment to take an actual scope of it and comes to the stunning realisation that the man whose body he’s reusing was in fact already nearing his forties. “okay nearly forty. but that still doesn’t mean joint pain should be expected. does it?”

[taoxmp]

Stunning beauty

starter for @mpxsiobhan 

A sun umbrella made of black lace was the first thing Tao has noticed. He had to look twice to be sure that it wasn’t an umbrella you’re using when it was raining. A woman with a sun umbrella is a quite rare sight, even so he always thought that a woman with a sun umbrella looks gracefully and has a sense of aesthetics he adores. Trying to hide his nervousness, he is walking towards the woman that he wants to get to know or at least wants to let know that he adores her look. After getting her attention he says in a soft tone of voice, his shyness is clearly audible in his voice. 

“You look stunning. Not every women could wear a sun umbrella with such naturalness and self-confidence.” He smiles at her lightly. “I hope you don’t mind me.” 

[phobetorxmp]

“what do you say we call it a day and go make some chocolate chip cookies?”

Book One: Sentence Starters wow this is so old I’m sorry

“Hm-?” lifting his eyes from the instructions in his hand, Phobetor’s eyebrow arches as his gaze shifts to the young demigod beside him. A half constructed bookshelf sprawled out before them on Siobhan’s carpet, it’s complex dowel pins and ridiculously bad instructions leaving them both frustrated - especially Phobetor, as the god was never bad at anything. 

“Cookies?” He hums, and though he was not usually one to give in, he quickly shrugs and throws the instructions down upon the strewn wood pieces and turns to her with a nod. “Alright, lead the way-” he motions past her towards the kitchen, knowing he is also awful at cooking and utterly useless, but anything was better then this! “Back in my day furniture was crafted by carpenters!” the god huffs, lightly shaking his head before casting a disapproving glance at the flat pack menace.   

[mpxillia-blog]

Sounds Like Home Ft. Siobhan & Illia

@mpxsiobhan

Illia is in the middle of a conversation with one of the friendlier university ghosts when she catches an unfamiliar voice speaking a very familiar language just above the whispers. She pauses the conversation for a moment, raising a hand to signal the spirit to stop. "Sorry, Amara.." She apologizes as she whips around to look for the source of the voice, but finds that it's stopped. She blinks and shakes her head. Maybe she was hearing things? A rich thought considering what she actually heard most of the time. "I could have sworn I heard something," She turns back to the spirit to resume the conversation, but just as she does, she hears it again. This time clearer, but fading rapidly as whoever speaks travels further away. With her interest piqued, Illia has half the mind to run after the voice to see who it was.

"Umm.. You know what, I'll talk to you later, Amara.. I've suddenly got something to do." She mutters distractedly as she stalks off without much thought and rounds the next corner. It takes another few minutes of walking and then another turn down a hallway or two, but it pays off when she makes her way out to the courtyard. When she does, she doesn't see anyone in the vicinity except for another girl seated on a bench with her back to her. Illia can make out the faint sound of the Welsh language, but it's there, and before she knows it, she's creeping closer and closer.

While she edges closer, she observes the other. Dark hair with platinum streaks riddled throughout, her style perhaps the exact opposite of Illia's preferred hair ribbons, cardigans, sundresses, or collared tops and long skirts. But nonetheless, the young demigod thought that the other was interesting. 

She's roughly a yard away when she stops walking closer, but the dialogue is clear. The girl is definitely speaking Welsh and it excites Illia beyond belief. The words fall out of her mouth before she can stop them, "Hello!" She greets in her native tongue. The dialect flowing just as smooth as it did when she spoke with her father or her aunt whenever she called one of them. "I couldn't help but notice that you speak, Welsh.." She trails off secretly hoping that she's not coming off as intrusive. "Are you perhaps also from Wales?" She finishes off, swinging back and forth on the balls of her feet.

[mpchangmin]

“it’s a secret, and a surprise.”

the magic of fuller: book one by will mallette

@mpxsiobhan

Obviously, Arestos wasn’t amused by Siobhan’s words. His mouth was a flatline and his eyesmile definitely not present. A secret and a surprise. Now, secrets, he could get around. For the fact that if someone didn’t want to tell him he could just not care. Surprises though, that was another story. It wasn’t that he absolutely hated surprises... It was just that he preferred knowing what he was getting himself into. 

“Siobhan, can you really not tell me? Why are you doing this.” He whined a little in a playful manner at the end of his sentence, finally also laughing softly as he was being made to come along with her. Well, she’d asked him and honestly he wasn’t a jerk so he was tagging along for the thing she seemed excited to show him. Siobhan was his first friend when he came to Mount Phoenix, met on his first day on the island as well. She had helped him and Changmin had made an effort to turn it into a friendship, with success. “Are we at least almost at this secret surprise? Or is it a surprise secret?” Now, he was teasing her.