#verse; crossover

[cxskxtsymptxm]

" No way. I've got to be dreaming..."

( Corey, meet Corey. X3)

First a weird cult Michael and now a mirror image of himself. Is he high, is he black-out drunk? He just shakes his head, raising up his hands as he begins to walk away.

"No, no, and no. I already dealt with the weird telepathic Myers, I do not need a doppelganger. I'm going home, sleeping, and hopefully waking up from all of this."

[breakthecage]

@sleepywitchevie said: “Why are you so calm about this? You’re really hurt.” 

A quiet grunt was his only response as he watched the stranger appear to fret at the sight of his wounds.  A pare of placid pale eyes were matched in their tone only by the cadaverous pallor of his skin, color draining from him as quickly as his blood had.  The flow of blood was slowing now, perhaps because he was slumped over on the ground, hand pressed firmly against his injury.  His clothes were soaked and sticky, no longer their soft beige and surely making his wounds appear worse than they were. 

He was bleeding a lot; he could feel it, but though the pain was immense, his byakugan told him that neither arteries nor organs were cut.  He’d be alright if he could stop the bleeding.  The cut to his side was clean, made with some type of long sword which now lay at the other end of his trail of blood, along with the bodies of his enemies.  Perhaps if he could sew up the wound then he could stop the flow of blood and allow himself to recover. 

“Mmph.”  Neji shifted, attempting to reach into his bag behind him.  The effort strained him, suddenly lurching forward and exhaling sharply, hair falling in front of his face and clinging to his brow.  He had to move.  There could be more coming and now it appeared he had a bystander to care for, gaze once again flicking to her.

[iradivinitatis]

@thedemonkingganon

     {☾} – The King would enter the room that he left Saïx to find the Diviner standing on the desk with a blanket wrapped around his body. He pulled it up to cover him and looked at the other, his eyes a bit wide. 

      “..There is a bug on the bed. Please get it.” He says completely serious. He may slaughter monsters, but he did not fuck with bugs. 

[superiorofthein-between-blog]

@thedemonkingganon:

He took a sip of his tea and motioned for the other to sit “I do not mind.” setting the teacup down. He was still not used to the other appearing out of nowhere like that.

       “Thank you.” Xemnas sat across from the Demon King. He had come to speak with him just to see how dark his heart truly was. “You have done so much to this place.. such awful things. I admire it. I would like to know what drives you to subjugate all the people in this land.” 

[iradivinitatis]

@thedemonkingganon continued from x

        {☾} – Saïx had very much enjoyed the festival. He had hand-to-hand combat with plenty of the Gerudo, plenty of liquor, and delicious food. It was most certainly a good night, but he was not ready for it to end. He and the King decided to have some one-on-one, brawling in the moonlight. They skirmished for a good while, Saïx shedding his outer layer of clothing by now, only left in his pants. Even his boots were tossed asisde. He was covered in bruises from the fights before and was earning more as the fight continued. 

      His lowered inhibitions kicked in once he got Ganondorf to the ground. He pinned him down, laughing as blue hair fell in curtains over his face. He had kissed the Demon King without fear, the only sound he could hear was his blood pumping in his ears. Pulling back slowly, he looked down at the other, amber eyes glowing in the moonlight. 

       “..Fuck.” He muttered, sitting up straighter on the other’s abdomen, pressing his hands into his chest to steady him. The shock of what he just did was sinking in. 

[iradivinitatis]

@thedemonkingganon

   {☾} – “I-I am sorry; you would like my assistance with what now?”

[spitbullets]

" here i am... hoping you're one of the good guys." .ft piers and ghost

a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I posted a meme that @holysound somehow found

A lot of soldiers are young, it's not a kind job for anyone, much less those creeping up in years. It's why not many stick around long enough to receive those top-rank positions. Simon knows his clock is ticking too but this soldier he just found looks just like a kid. More baby-faced than what he usually deals with and yet he's already on BSAA Special Forces if the intel is good, so either he's a little older than he looks or is a fucking child prodigy with a sniper rifle.

"Nivans." It's a statement, not a question. He knew who he was coming in for. He considers Piers' comment for a moment and wonders if Nivans was prepared for what "help" might look like. A lot of times people see a heavily armed man in a skull mask and piss themselves on sight. A trained soldier like Piers doesn't spook that easy but he might be wondering if he drew the short straw in terms of reinforcements.

"I am a "guy" if that makes you feel any better. "Good" is getting a little too existential. I am sent by a friend of a friend, our C.O.s are old pals apparently." He glanced Piers over for injuries, he looked a bit worse for wear but ultimately alright.

"Now, if you're not broken," Simon handed a rifle to Piers, "hear you're a pretty good shot so on me, and we'll be out of here and telling tales over a pint in no time."

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

"Kaname Tosen...you said you'd have information on his whereabouts, yet you've come back with nothing. Tell me you didn't get caught on some shopping spree."

Unprompted Asks | Always Accepting

Long fingers flippantly ran through blonde locks, brushing stray stands out of her hardened pale blue gaze. Seated across from the male as he loomed ominously in the shadows she bore his annoyed tone little mind, but his sarcastic remark did earn him a soft huff of displeasure.

“No. I said, I’d tell you everything I already knew. Which I have,” came the blonde’s retort. Shifting delicately upon a hip her legs crossed, gaze altering away from his form. Her arms crossed blow her bust, “You want further information, I’d suggest paying a visit to Urahara’s Shoten. I’m sure Urahara will be very forthcoming with additional information.” Her response oozed with the sweetest of sarcasm as her shoulders gave a gentle, dismissive shrug.

“And just so you know, this is my day off, what I do with my time is up to my discretion,” as if to cement the notion she gave a small toss of her head, blonde locks being gently thrown over her shoulder. “Therefore this meeting is over,” palms clasped around the chair’s arm, legs uncrossing as she pushed herself up to stand. A few steps took her in his direction before she turned away, only pausing long enough to throw a glance in his direction. “…I might be more willing to give you information if you told me exactly what you wanted it for.” There was no love lost for the traitor in which he sought, but there was still a desire to protect her kind.