#i just have a lot of thoughts and ideas on myde

[fallen-darkness]

Some Demyx HC

Version 1 - Myde from Radiant Garden

Son of a scientist. He'd mostly be raised by his mother as his father had barely been in the picture, only coming home ones in a while. Though disappearing when his mother died leaving him in the care of his older sister Aria. [Though I like the idea of the dad being Even I thought I'd keep it vague if the Even rpers aren't into it.]

He'd become determined to become a doctor and put a lot of his time in his studies. Though would fall back on practicing music during times of burnout.

His mother played music and encouraged him to learn different things. Though he'd mostly play violin he can play a few other instruments. Mostly string instruments.

When Radiant Garden fell he did escape to Traverse Town with some others. He would work as a medic for a little while despite being quite young at the time.

After he would eventually lose his heart he would eventually smuggle in some of his old textbooks and kept them hidden in an unused room.

There would be confusion over the weapon he had been given. And someone would end up being hit over the head because of that confusion. [Saix]

He keeps his medical skills secret during this time.

Version 2 - Dyme by the Sea

Dyme grew up in a seaside village. His father is a pretty wealthy town mage while his mother would often play music.

He would be pressured to learn as much magic as possible. Though he'd mostly use water magic he could use other types because of his training.

He has a sister named Aria who had taken an interest in collecting books. Between magical manuscripts for the main library or works of fiction for her personal collection.

Dyme would sometimes borrow books from his sister's personal collection.

After the fall of his home world and losing his heart Demyx would take up Aria's hobby of collecting books keeping them hidden in a secret library. Lots of time anyone finds the library they don't look too much into it and assume it was created by Zexion.

Version 3 - Descendant of Daybreak

This is just something that could apply to other of the first two version in which he was a descendant of someone who had once lived in Scala though his mother.

Aria 1 - Radiant Garden

Aria is the eldest sibling.

She takes after her mother and would dedicate herself into learning music. When her mother died she'd take up work at her uncle's bar as a singer for a bit of extra money as her bother sends just enough for her and her brother's needs.

She'd fall along with her home world and later become a dancer.

Aria 2 - Seaside Library

She is the oldest child of the village mage. She had some interest in learning magic from her father he wasn't very invested in her education and only taught her when it didn't have a son. So when Dyme was born she would study on her own.

She'd eventually start collecting books. Either books on magic to add to the family library or works of fiction for her own personal collection.

She is aware Dyme would borrow books from her but doesn't mind. She'd narrowly escape the fall of her home and would later live in Traverse Town.

[strxtto-blog]

slowbladed replied to your post: 2am thought but uhhh i really want a thread where...

dabs

okay but myde coming to lauriam after being missing for a month and just  saying ‘i miss arpeggio’  then sobbing

[brandstifter-sys]

Sonnets

Word Count: 2144 (Ao3)

Pairing: Dukexiety with some Creativitwins

Rating: T+

Warnings: Sexual themes, brotherly angst, talk of death

Roman finds a journal and assumes it’s Remus’ but when Remus says it’s not his Roman leaves him with it, so he has some time to read. Little does he know what will come from perusing that book.

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Remus was chaos, he didn't bend to anyone else's rules unless he wanted to. Almost nothing was off the table for him—gore, violence, monsters, pain—but he had limits. Don't steal Janus' hat when he isn't holding or wearing it, because an angry Janus meant silence, or worse being silenced and alone. Never ever get too gross with Patton, because he will scream and cry and flash those hideous puppy dog eyes! Stay at least 6 feet away from Logan or suffer through a lecture on how little influence the duke held. Never let Roman hurt himself so bad he can't heal. And never ever read Virgil's diaries. 

Remus was happily throwing shurikens at a large canvas with paint balloons, having fun despite only hitting the ones filled with red. It was just a little annoying to only have one color on a solid white background, and even more annoying when it was Roman's colors staring at him. Roman hadn't been much of a good brother in the past few years, and it stung to think about how they drifted apart. How almost everyone ran from him to Roman. It hurt to be so lonely. 

"Greetings, Your Disgrace!" Roman said as he entered the castle atrium suddenly. Remus threw another star that lodged itself in the canvas with a splash and a thump, and grinned manically at the unsettled prince. 

"Well if it isn't MacBetty himself!" Remus said and cracked his neck sharply, "What hell did I probably unleash on you today?" 

"Don't flatter yourself," Roman scoffed and held up a black journal with sparkling green trim, "You left this in the common area." 

"Did I?" he asked and righted his head with a sickening pop. He was as bad as Roman about collecting cool journals and never filling them, so it could be his, even if he didn't recognize it. Roman handed it to him and crossed his arms. 

"It would appear so. If Logan yells at me for leaving my notes lying about, he will certainly yell at me for yours." 

Remus hummed softly and ran his fingers over the cover, ignoring the jab. The trim pricked his fingers as they glided over it. It was a nice journal, but definitely not something he conjured up. He supposed it might have been a gift, but that would mean someone made something for him—someone other than Janus, and maybe just one other side, but he remembered every gift Virgil ever gave him.

"He likes to yell. Are you sure this is mine?" he questioned, still learning the rise and fall of the trim.

"I assumed, considering the design. I don't like to open other people's journals," Roman answered. Remus knew he was scared of leafing through it, probably expecting some security monster popping out the second he opened it. He didn't blame him for that one, but it stung nonetheless.

"Me neither, but now I'm curious!" Remus laughed and opened to a random page. It was all hand-written poetry. Interesting!

"It's a poetry book! Wanna hear one? It could be a hint!" Remus wiggled his eyebrows. Roman let out a short sigh but went tense. 

"I have other things to do. I came to drop off the book and now I must depart. Farewell." Roman bowed and sank out with flourish. He left far too quickly for comfort.

"Love you too, nice seeing you again, don't be a stranger," Remus pouted and went back to his room, too bummed to paint anymore. 

  He rose up and flopped on his bed with the journal open. Some angsty poetry might make him feel better. He got comfy and let his eyes traverse the page

My mouth is dry Sugary sweet and kind Choking me with my own tongue Out of everything, that saccharine isn't a lie

Remus pursed his lips. That one was really short, and with the talk of lies, he had to wonder. Was this actually Roman's? Did he want to share this with him covertly? Remus bit back a squeal at the thought and kept reading with some hope. 

Lost in translation Obstinate and selfish Get over yourself Avoidance builds pressure Never any quiet when you snap

Remus giggled, knowing exactly who that one was about! Someone pissed the author off! And he knew that that person pissed Roman off a lot! He turned the page, expecting to learn more about this author, believing they could be his brother wanting to reconnect. He was a little surprised to find a skull doodled in the corner but brushed it off.

I want to pull him from the shadows and into my heart Will he see me? Will he disappear if I reach for his hand? Am I blind and staggering in desperation? Someone like him would be better without me Someone like him deserves someone better No star deserves to succumb to a black hole

That one hurt. Remus wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. He knew that feeling all too well. The one side who made him want to obey, the side that made his heart flutter like the bats in his tummy—that side was his best friend and then he left. He missed his partner in crime and he wished that Virgil would come back, just for a visit, and spend time with him again. But that wasn't happening and he had a whole book to read about an author he could really connect with, Roman or not.

He went through several poems that were angsty and angry, full of self-loathing. With each piece he read, the more he doubted it was Roman. The language wasn't formal enough and it didn't match his style at all! It was good stuff, most of it, and Remus kind of hoped the real author would be willing to collaborate with him. He liked this guy.

Like the sun overhead, you're on fire The big man has a little golden boy Pompous and cruel with haughty desire Which one of us are you gonna destroy?

Darkness and shadow that cannot be lit Overshadowing you to make it stop Use that hubris to land another hit I'll keep fighting until the curtains drop

You think you're Hercules when you're so weak Rise like a phoenix Icarus, just try  Maybe you'll learn what it means to be meek Until that day you won't see me cry

I will rain on your parade every damn time Stopping stupidity is my worst crime

Okay so that one threw him for a loop. It would take a few minutes to piece it together. Remus decided that he could assume it was about Roman this time. Princey loved the classics and he had a pet phoenix. This author had some beef with him! Remus hoped for more anger at Roman with the next poem, because he certainly had enough pent up with the snobby, best-friend stealing, always got the spotlight prince. He didn’t get that catharsis, he got more than he bargained for.

I find comfort in breathing in his scent Even if his hands are mine for tonight If he asks, I don't know where his clothes went What I'm doing is wrong but it feels right

If I close my eyes I can taste his kiss A dream in a nightmare clouding my mind Hearing my name on his lips would be bliss To pin him down, our fingers intertwined

I long to stare into piercing jade pools So he thinks of me while I stake my claim I want him to never want to let go I always thought that love was just for fools But on his green sash, love, or something, came I almost regret that he'll never know

This was definitely not a book the author wanted to share. Remus was pretty sure that his face was going to melt off. Now he really wanted to figure out who wrote these! Someone actually liked him like that at some point! It definitely wasn't Princey in that poem—Remus still had the sash mentioned! He was just the tiniest bit turned on, but most of his hype went into his famous wiggles.

"You're so dead!" 

Remus jolted up and beamed. Virgil never stopped by anymore, so when he popped up threateningly, Remus was too happy to care or put the pieces together.

"And how do you wanna kill me? I have some suggestions!" he sang and shimmied. Virgil scowled and crossed his arms. 

"Have Janus wipe your memory and give it back." 

"What, the book?" Remus questioned and held it up. Virgil snatched it and held it to his chest protectively. Remus' eyes widened in horror.

"You wrote all that?! And I read it!? Oh no no no no no! I had no idea—I'll get Hisster Myde and scrub it away with steel wool! Dammit I am so sorry, Sca–Virgil!" Remus yelped and got up to pace. His only rule about Virgil, broken! The only rule he wanted to follow—tarnished!

"Were you about to call me 'Scabby Doo' again?" Virgil scoffed, hiding the fear and hurt he felt. 

"No, 'Scare Bear,' something kinda cute but that’s not important right now!" Remus answered, "I read your stuff without asking! I might be a crazed Camus Stranger boy, but I have some standards!" 

"Remus. Breathe. You're gonna wipe this trash from your memory and it'll be okay," Virgil tried to soothe him, only for the duke to go rigid. 

"Trash!?" Remus snarled and spun on his heels and marched up to Virgil until the lumbering emo hit the wall, confused and scared. 

"It's not trash! I know trash! I eat it for breakfast! That book holds some of the best stuff my critical creative ass has read in ages!" Remus snapped and glared up at him with a fire in his eyes. 

"What?" 

"Those poems are great! I was gonna find the author and beg on my knees like a needy subby bitch to collab with him because holy shit! I felt something with each one!" 

"Even the one with the skull doodle on the page?" Virgil squeaked, his face a beautiful shade of red. Remus smiled sadly. 

"Yeah, that one hit a little too close to home. I got all teary eyed. Thinking about it now after reading that saucy sonnet, it really hurts!" 

"I uh—" Virgil stammered, "I'm, uh, 'm sorry for the sash and the whole—"

"If you apologize for anything else I am going to lip wrestle that apology away!" Remus cut him off, "Because dammit, Virgil, I love you, even if you don't feel the same way anymore. No more self-hate and no more doubting yourself." 

"Puppy," Virgil said and finally took back some control, guiding Remus back and having him sit down, "I can't promise I'll be able to stop that completely, but if you can stand a little bit of it, I wouldn't mind making that collab a date." 

"Really!?" Remus grinned making Virgil's eyeshadow turn purple, "Can we paint too? And watch scary movies? And make out? And then try and woo each other with some dark prose until one of us caves and asks the other to be his boyfriend? And then f—" 

"Yeah," Virgil cut him off and pressed a finger to Remus' lips, "Except for the part about caving. Will you–I mean, only if you want to, would you–and it’s cool if you say ‘no’ since things might be a little weird but—”

“Band-aid, Emoraptor!” Remus cut him off, like he used to do back in the day when Virgil started down one of his nervous tangents.

“Maybe be my boyfriend now?" Virgil said quickly and winced.

"Yes!" Remus cheered and dragged Virgil into a hug, tumbling on the sheets, "Loom over me like a cypress tree and stay with me until I taste death for a night." 

"Stay here and cuddle until we pass out like touch starved gremlins? Only if you visit me in the abyss until this world calls," Virge mused and wrapped his arms around the duke, curling around him protectively. 

"And then the next," Remus hummed softly and kissed his hand, “But you’re always in my dreams!” Virgil buried his face in Remus’ neck and smiled against his skin. Who would have thought that they would wind up here?

Roman sat on his bed and stared at the collage of pictures he had on the wall. In the very center was an old drawing of him and Remus in front of a castle. He sighed wistfully and stared at it, admiring Remus' work. He hoped that sneaking into Virgil's room was worth it—he wanted Remus to be happy even if he couldn't provide that joy. Maybe one day he’d be able to, but until then, he hoped he got his best friend and brother together to make some amends if not more.

[square-enix-headcanons]

Can you tell me your headcanons about Demyx and Vexen? They had one of the best kh3 scenes so far! (It doesn't have to be shippy. Friendship hc are fine!)

Yes their scene was great! :D (For the post-KH3 stuff I’ll go with Dyme as Dem’s Somebody’s name. Myde is probably more likely but I like Dyme.)

They didn’t really interact much in the old Organization

Vexen basically took one look at Demyx and decided he was dumb and annoying

And Demyx took one look at Vexen and decided he was boring and annoying, like Saix

But when they worked together, Dem noticed that hey, Vexen isn’t quite as stuck-up and annoying as he thought (or else he wouldn’t have done that)

And Vexen notices Demyx is nowhere near as dumb as he originally thought

They share a weird sense of camaraderie afterwards, which they both don’t quite understand

After the final battles etc, there was obviously the little problem of Vexen and Demyx still being Nobodies

Of course they could wait until their Hearts grew back, but that might take years. On the other hand, they didn’t want to get killed, considering there was no telling whether their Heartless was already eliminated, too

So instead, Vexen decided to do some research, and Demyx actually was all “Ohh, can I help?”

Everyone was kind of surprised - most of all Demyx himself tbh - cause… Dem isn’t exactly known for doing things unless forced

(Which is wrong anyway, because Dem’s very motivated when it comes to his sitar, but anything work related? Nahh)

It honestly feels like these two working together shouldn’t work, but somehow it does

You know that saying of “Work smart, not hard”? Demyx loves to come up with ways that sound easier, and sure, it doesn’t always work, but new ideas are so important for sciences in general

Once they’re both recompleted (I’m not a scientist don’t ask me how) they spend a bit less time together, but Dyme still sometimes goes to the lab to chat with Even

And Even sometimes goes to find Dyme just to have someone not involved in the experiment to bounce ideas off of

Some of Dyme’s suggestions are kinda useless - for being too dangerous even for Even, or just unfeasible due to the stuff needed, etc -, but some give Even pretty great ideas!

Of course every now and then they manage to annoy each other; Dyme sometimes plays his sitar at the worst possible time, and Even can be a bit overbearing with a I’m-better-than-you attitude

But usually they just roll their eyes and leave, and then the next day they act like nothing happened

Everyone around is just kind of confused about the whole thing

Like, no-one thought these two would work as friends, since their characters are really different, but somehow it does?

They connect a lot via “really stupid but awesome ideas”

Dyme is usually not motivated enough to go through with them, so it’s usually just a “Hey wouldn’t it be cool if…?”, not even meant seriously

But Even, a scientiest and curious as they get, usually reacts with “Oh I’ll try it out.”

Or “I’ve tried it, this is what happens”

Dyme usually doesn’t get to have an active hand in the experiments - It’s nothing personal, Even is just kind of perfectionist about them and Dyme doesn’t have the training that he and the other apprentices have (And it’s rare he’d even let the other apprentices actively help)

Dyme is, however, allowed to watch, provided he doesn’t disturb Even’s work. And as long as he promises not to touch anything.

[floriswrite]

“Ienzo’s... birthday?” Lauriam blinked at his gummiphone and for once did not brush off his Dandelion’s curious looks. 

“I wanted to double check you and the others were coming.” 

“When is it?” 

“Tomorrow. Sorry. I was positive you knew.” 

“Time is still a little funky to me.” Lauriam admitted. “Of course we’ll be there.” 

“Good. I’ll tell the staff.” Even grinned. “I’ll talk to you later?” 

“Yes.” Lauriam smiled back. “Later, Even.” 

Lauriam stared at his phone long after it went black. “I still have no idea how this works.” he admitted when Elrena leaned against his arm. “How they made it so small.” 

“That’s not the only thing that’s small.” 

“You really want to go down that path?” Lauriam questioned with a raised brow. “I have no qualms about telling you all about him.” 

“Ugghh, you’re still so gross.” Elrena leaned away. “So, a party?” 

“Yes. We probably should get Ienzo something that isn’t self doubt.” 

“What does Ienzo like besides books?” Rolund questioned. 

“More books.” Myde laughed. “Um, let’s see,” he put a hand on his chin and tilted his head back a little, “Vanilla and cinnamon scented things. He actually has a soft spot for plush animals. Pickaling. He’s not actually that big into sweets. Which is kinda surprising considering Even’s sweet tooth... Most of our time together was over meals and he was usually reading.” his hand moved from his chin to the side of his head, rubbing it awkwardly. “Maybe I don’t know him as well as I thought...” 

“No. There’s not much to know.” Lauriam sighed. “Even’s like that as well. I have /no idea/ what he is getting him. Being around the other Apprentices didn’t give him much time to be himself. To figure out what himself is.” He stared at his left hand, curling it. “And considering how I’ve been pushing him with the Keyblade...” 

“I say we get him a bath set.” Elrena intoned. 

“Is that a jab or-?” Lauriam tilted his head at her. 

“Who doesn’t like relaxing? That and Ienzo’s so wound tight.” Elrena shrugged. “Some bath salts and what have you would do him good.”

“That’s... thoughtful.” Lauriam stared at her. “Let’s call it a day. We’ll meet back here later.” 

“Seriously, Lauriam. You /know/ me. I expect them to think stuff like that, but come on.” Elrena huffed and crossed arms over her chest. “Good luck figuring out your own gift.” 

“I’m sorry. It’s still all a bit fuzzy... Before the war. After the war. You. The castle. Oblivion. It’s hard to keep in order.” 

“Right,” Elrena frowned. He had an extra life on them. He had mentioned it before. But she could never fully understand. “I’ll see you nerds later.” She moved her Keyblade with that, casting open a portal. 

“So, mission find the prince a gift is a go?” Myde asked as he stretched his arms above his head. “That shouldn’t be too, too bad.” 

“You literally just complained about not knowing what to get.” Rolund reminded. 

“No. I complained about not knowing Ienzo better. But I know him the best!” Myde grinned at him. “I have the perfect plan. Bye~” 

Rolund waved him off and then focused on Lauriam. “You’re worried.” 

“Yes.” Lauriam agreed. “He could have messaged me. I’m going go see him.” 

“Are matters going better?” 

“We’ve talked. We’ve talked a lot. Neither of us can undo the past, but it is challenging not to think about.” 

“One of these days you need to clue Myde and me into what happened at Oblivion. Elrena just makes faces.” 

“I know a report was made.” Lauriam shook his head. “I did what I had to do. We all did. Vexen and Larxene paid for my failures. Lexaeus and Zexion... They didn’t need to be there. That’s the truth. I risked everything to get /here/. Sora... Sora only ever did what he was told. Taught. He could not have known better.” 

“Most people would hate their murderer, but with Sora...” Rolund shrugged. “Do you want me to come with?” 

“No. He’s probably feeling lonely. I’ll kiss him better and be on my way.” 

“If you say so.” Rolund nodded and opened his portal. “I’ll see you later then.”

[heroic-endeavors]

Lexi a week passed she is taking care of the babies feeding them and changing them she gets a message from a unknown saying sephiroth and remnants are dead but she doesn't care shes caring for the future but one crib is empty no, a baby isnt missing just one hasnt been put there yet then it dawned on her stella can live again if she births a girl like her then everyone will return after all she deserves a second chance too.

The party was amazing. It was like a magical night. Afterwards everyone would have a bag of candy. Isa would leave some some of the left over cake. Anything else he'd give away.

[I can see Isa running a cake shop. I'd like to think that it would be right next to LaBlanc when it opens and they share the outdoor seating area.]

Terra's son Era had been working to save money to open a shop somewhere in Radiant Garden. He was lucky enough to find a place right next to a cake shop that already had a good outdoor seating area shared with a tea shop and a diner.

Best part if he already had enough to get started. He make the place look pretty cozy. He had a bookshelves covering the back wall. He thought it would be a neat idea to allow people to borrow books as well as to donate books they didn't want anymore.

Though he didn't have a lot to start out with he did at least have a small section with some of his old favorites. He did include a sigh to inform people they could borrow books or donate books.

The upper floor is mostly storage. He'd already gotten a good supply of coffee to use. His girlfriend Destiny would come by to help with the shop as well as her sister Celeste.

Myde and Victor help open a clinic in the town in a place the two of them felt needed it most. The best part that it didn't take long for the place to become fully staffed. A good portion were new from the same school he went to. But others were experienced doctors who requested to be transferred in.

Lea made a place in which he repairs broken electronics and sell the refurbished ones. It just so happens most of what he does end up fixing are game consoles.

The crafting group Would find itself growing quite a bit that they would use a building for their group. The main floor was a shop in which they sold what they made while the group would meet upstairs to work on their projects. The storage was also upstairs. Each person had their own section.

[xiolette]

Where do you headcanon the four non-Radiant Garden Organization members as having come from? Luxord strikes me as either Port Royal or Wonderland, while Marluxia strikes me as maybe having possibly come from Corona (before Daybreak Town). Larxene and Demyx could possibly be from the same world, like Olypmus Coliseum if we were to base it on Larxene's title as a Savage Nymph, and one of Demyx' anagramed names, Myde. (Though he also seems like a Neverland kind of guy.)

I honestly thought Neverland for Luxord bc at the end of it in KH1 you're in Actual London and it just made sense to me haha. I like the idea of Larxene coming from Olympus Coliseum tbh! ESPECIALLY if she was an actual nymph that's such a cool idea!! (also the lightning powers would have... so much more meaning, wow) I read a fic where Demyx came from a Fantasia world (that was made log before the Fantasia world was an actual thing lol) and he was a Naiad. I like that idea a lot, but I also like the idea of him growing up as like a normal person that lived in a beach town sort of area. Disney has so many different properties I can probably scour for one that fits. (tho not ALL the worlds have to be disney ones...) and I LOVE the idea of Marluxia coming from Corona originally

[safitheartist]

So @3ternal3nigma and me were talking about an idea I had about Demyx and Larxene being half siblings and well...(it's also based losely on this theory: https://youtu.be/jvLnWYNEKm8) if you guys have suggestions for a name for this au go a head. (Also hinted Zemyx because I'm trash).

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This was bad. Myde couldn't quiet help thinking as he stared down at the bag of munny his father, *their* father, threw him before leaving.

This was truly worse then anything he could have imagined their reunion to be like. Him and his father were never close, the old man hardly ever was around, always going off to who knows where and one day he just didn't come back at all.

He figured out that he was from another world not long after, really it wasn't hard to tell with how people were talking behind his back. His mother confirmed that on the day he...

He took a deep breath, it wasn't the time to cry about the past now. Not in a shabby looking pub in Traverse town, not with *her* of all people around. He took a glup from his potion, almost wishing it was a alcoholic drink instead so he could blame the moisture in his eyes on it.

He supposed he could have gotten a drink in this particular bar, he might not be 23 yet and didn't have any documentation to his age anyways, but the bartender hardly seemed to care much anyways.

Besides, she got a glass of wine and he was older then her if he remembered right.

Age, it's funny how he suddenly has to worry about that again.

How old was he when he last saw his father? 10? It was around 3 years before he joined the organization if he recalls. His mother started her 'dancing' job around that time, it was also when she started acting strange. He wonders if his father even knew about that. He doubted so, he probably didn't even realize how Myde himself lost his heart judging from his reaction upon seeing him.

He actted like he was a old drinking buddy he owned some munny rather then his long thought for dead son.

He took a look at his 'drinking companion', for a lack of a better word (he refused to awknowledge her as anything else). She was at her 3rd glass of wine now, the bottle was left in reach for her to grab. The bartender was smart enough to avoid interactions with her. He would love to tell what is on her mind right now. To know what to say.

He averted his eyes, and got the bartenders attention. "Do you have something that has alcohol in it but doesn't taste like it does?" He asked and the bartender raised a eyebrow. "Just give him a pussy drink Eugene." She piped in, rather loudly and Demyx felt his cheeks turn pink. "Are you even old enough? Because if you are..." Demyx felt quiet intimidated as the older man leaned forward, raising a eyebrow at him in a suggestive manner. He was quiet massive, but more in his width then his hights, his hair was oily and he was positive that was not his own blood on his apron. There was a perverted kind of glint in his eyes. Right, he thought as he leaned back a bit, feeling nauseated by the stench of alcohol and other substances, that was one of the things he really didn't miss about being a somebody.

"Just give the boy his drink you perverted old man. And if I see you put anything strange in it I will cut your little sauccise off." She said before taking another sip from her wine. Then she threw one of her blades at the dart board on the other site of the bar where people were gambling. Hitting the bulse eye.

Eugene visibly paled as he stumbled back to prepare the ordered drink. Myde signed in relief, he almost forgot his voice could have that effect on strangers.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

He fidgeted with his hands, wishing he had his Sitra to play with right now. This truly was all such a mess. First he was reborn, then he met *her* of all people in this world, Traverse Town, the place people without anywhere to go back to would go was what Zexion told him that one time Demyx saw him reading about it. (He knew why he was there, but her presence was truly puzzling, he was fairly certain her world had been restored.)

And then they see his shitty father. *Their* shitty father, and he honestly just wished he didn't bother. But he was hopeful, for what he wasn't sure, but he was hoping for something, anything, that would have resebled affection. He hasn't felt fatherly care since Lexaeus....

His drink arrived and he took a long swing, trying not to think about his former friends and the possibility of them also being alive. He had enough things on his plate right now, he could deal with everything from better parental figures to lingering romantic feelings at another time.

The sweet taste of raspberry concealing the alcohol was a small comfort. He felt light headed already. He knew he wasn't good at holding liquor, if that one time Xigbar let Demyx and Zexion drink when they were 17 and 18 respectively was anything to go by he probably should take it easy.

He really didn't need to suddenly sing about his one sided crush again. It was bad enough in a room full of people he knew, a random bar probably would be disasterous.

He was ripped out of that embarrassing memory by a breathless laugh next to him. "Mon dieu, we really had no clue." She said, he could tell the alcohol was starting to get to her. The wine bottle was almost empty by now, he wondered how that was even possible on a genetic stand point. Vexen probably would know.

And Zexion.

He took another sip.

"I always knew he was sleeping around. But I thought he would be smart enough to avoid doing the same mistake twice." She said, Myde wasn't sure she was talking to him or to herself. He nods anyways. "And then we both end up..." She broke off with a breathless laugh, "And we had no clue."

"To our defense, it's not like we knew eachother for long." They really didn't, she was the last one to join before....he took another sip from his drink. Yeah, no way he was remembering *that* now. The point was, the time they did know eachother neither of them really liked the other. Heck, he remembered Demyx was glad she was gone, something that quiet honestly made him feel sick now. Or maybe it was the alcohol.

It was really hard to tell.

"Shitty old man." She held her glass out for him to toast and he didn't need to be told twice. He was indeed a shitty old man after all.

"Wonder if there are anymore of us scattered around." He said as he took some of the nuts from the counter, they looked pretty old but he honestly wasn't very picky right now.

"You mean the organization? Or siblings?" She asked, amusement in her voice, or maybe it was the alcohol. Who knew at this point?

"Both."

"Maybe. Probably."

"Should we search for them?"

"You do what you want." She said as she threw her money on the counter, "His stuff is on me too." She announced before standing upright. "Where are you going?" Myde asked, she ruffled his hair as she walked past him, "getting ride of this stupid heart."

"Are you insane?!" He exclaimed. "You're gonna kill yourself!" He shouted after her. She didn't pay him much attention as she waved on her way out. "One or the other, same end result." She said.

Myde stared in mild horror after her, this wasn't good, he thought. He should just search for the others, convince them to let him stay with them.

She was a bitch anyways. Always has been. And it wasn't like he would be able to talk her out of it or keep her save, he was no good for that after all.

He....he signed as he downed the rest of his drink.

"Arlene wait!" He yelled as he hurried after her, catching up with a slight stumble in his step.

He knew he would regret that. He knew he would regret a lot of things from now on. But what was he suppose to do? Like it or not, she was his sister after all.

[arpeggxo]

We know some people have been able to travel between or at least know about other worlds for a long time. Gummi Ships, keyblade gliders, star shards, corridors of darkness/light, and probably more we don’t know about. Whenever I think of Myde and his sitar it always makes me really curious about his relationship with the instrument and how still so many people in the fandom mistake it for a guitar somehow. 

It’s always been my headcanon that he found his grandfather’s old sitar in his grandmother’s attic after his parents died and he became really attached to it and taught himself to play after all his family’s other instruments were lost in the fire. That’s why his weapon manifested as a sitar because it was such a huge part of him and it became Demyx’s way of trying to cling to his former self in the early days. I’ve also always pictured Myde as having a kind of sun kissed/medium gold king of skin tone too. Not really dark but also noticeably darker than he’s shown in game, so possibly some degree of mixed race somewhere in his semi-recent ancestry.

With all that in mind, sometimes it makes me really tempted to say his grandfather, or maybe a great grandparent came to Radiant Garden from Agrabah and the sitar was something they brought with them--since so many people/characters I’ve interacted with seem to make a point of not knowing what a sitar is. Somewhere along the lines I just seem to have developed this idea that it isn’t an instrument native to Radiant Garden/Destiny Islands/Twilight Town/worlds like those.

People who travel between worlds have to be pretty hush hush about it, especially back when it wasn’t such a common thing before BBS, so it likely wouldn’t be something I explore too much since Myde himself would probably have no idea about it and anyone who would know by now are dead. (His parents died when he was 10, his grandfather years before them and then his grandmother a couple of years after Radiant Garden fell--his other grandparents I’ve not really put much thought into tbh.)

But honestly I’m really fucking scared to make this part of my headcanon for him despite how much I love the idea. Put simply, I’ve had people get really aggressive with me when I’ve tried to write more diversely in the past just because of the fact I’m white. So even though I’ve always imagined Myde to look like that, his race is something I’ve never really actively explored for that reason. At this point part of me feels like I’m just not allowed to write outside of my own experience because people get mad with me no matter what I do, even when I do everything in my power to write it respectfully. 

For clarification, when I say that I’m referring to instances where I’ve been sent hate in the past for writing Myde as Japanese in a modern anime/manga au where Japanese themes were a huge focus. Likewise, I was given hate for writing him as white in my trans verse alone because it takes so much influence from my own experience--it started as a place to vent my own dysphoria, so I wanted to be able to write accurately for myself. But it just feels like no matter what I do someone gets mad at me for it, so it feels easier for me to just not address his race at all at this point when this is somewhere I go to escape. 

Idk if I’ll ever make this part of my canon for him. I’m at a loss for what the right thing to do at this point is. I’m scared of doing more to possibly invite more aggression when I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with it anymore. And honestly, that makes me really sad ‘cause I’m a firm believer that we need more diversity in writing. 

I’m in full support of people being able to write for their own identities (be it large scale like in books and film, or something as small as rp), but at the same time I don’t understand how respectfully writing wider experiences can take away from anyone else when it just adds more diversity overall. Surely it’s more harmful to tell people they can only write for their own identities (be it race, sexuality, gender, etc.) with how limiting that becomes?

This is kind of getting away from me now and I may still delete this later because even just suggesting the idea of it makes me scare of how people will react. Just yeah, this is something I’ve thought about a lot and would really love to do just ‘cause I’m really enjoying fleshing out parts of Myde’s backstory I’ve never really considered before. I’ve just got no idea how anyone would react if I went through with this. 

[heroic-endeavors]

Lexi sleeps peacefully in xehanort arms with lux there sleeping with them as she holds them closer as she sees xehanort stroking her hair as she kisses him deeply "I love you so much xehanort" blushing as she kisses lux forehead "I love you so much lux" she sleeps in peace happily.

When morning came Xehanort would kiss Lexi on the forehead. "Love you too." He said. Already there was the scent of breakfast. Smelled like french toast.

In the dining area Ria and Xemnas were going over who'd they have in their wedding parties. For Ria she was going to include Lexi, Tori, and Jolyne. Makoto is still being considered. Either way she didn't decide who'd be the Maid of Honor. Though there was a leaning for Lexi.

For Xemnas he wasn't so sure who he'd pick. But he thought it'd be best to match the same numbers as Ria. Myde and Braig were considered. So was Ienzo.

"Any ideas on the dresses?" Xemnas asked since he was stuck on the subject. Ria seemed to have thought for a moment. "I don't know. I thought I'd just let them choose. Perhaps only ask they wear a similar color? Perhaps blue? That would be a nice color." She commented. Xemnas nodding. "As long as they like the dresses, that's all that matters. I don't like the idea of picking for them."

"For the venue, I'm thinking somewhere along the lake. Preferably a spot with lots of flowers." Xemnas commented. Ria nodding. "I think I know a place." She commented. "We have a family home not too far from there. Perhaps we could spend the night there."

Ria thought for a moment, "I might have my wedding me non-alcoholic too." She added thinking of the reception. "Oh, Lea did offer to do the decor. I think he is really getting into crafting."

The food was soon served with coffee. Ria started at her food. "I think... I might have Makoto in my party." Xemnas nodded, so to match with Ria he'd need four people. Myde, Ienzo, Braig and... Dilan? That sounded good. But who'd be Best Man? It would either be Dilan of Ienzo.

[heroic-endeavors]

Eden puts his hood up as he backs away into a corner as ienzo sighs "eden your a somebody now you cant keep wearing the organization cloak now" eden glares angry "it has all my memories of the 1st organization our happy memories!! I wear it cuz i only knew everyone as nobodies i never was a somebody so i dont know much about anyone now!" Tears fall yelling as he curls up eyes have dark circles ienzo blinks "lea help me with this one or myde please" sighs.

"I really have no idea what to really do about this. With that level of attachment there is probably not a lot anyone could really do." Lea commented sighing. "I really think it might be better not to force it. Just perhaps give other clothing as options."

Myde thought for a moment. "Personally, I hated those coats." It didn't help that a lot of times he got overheated easily. Then the seams irritate the skin pretty easily unless you wore the right undergarments. But sometimes contributes to overheating.