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[invertxgo]

@x-purpose​ Asked: “Actually I’m only 23% drunk.”

Shit Said While Drunk || Accepting

“Well 100% drunk means you’re unconscious and we gotta give that nice pretty replica you’re wearing a stomach pump, so let's try t’ keep it under a nice conservative 30%, yeah? ‘least until after the meetin’ the old coot wants t’ hold this afternoon. After that I’ll give you all the way up to 75% drunk.”

[freeshooterxig]

                       x-purpose                                        

A flippant, deflective response.  What else had he expected?  Xigbar would not change, nor would he reveal any more than he chose to.  He knew something.  Something important, more than he would ever admit to.  It was the reason he was still here, the reason he was, for want of a better word, loyal.

Loyal to who, or what, that was the mystery.    

Xemnas did not like mysteries, especially not in someone so absolutely, frustratingly key to his plans.  Xigbar was essential.  And even if he was not, disposing of him would mean losing whatever secrets he was hiding.  

“…That is irrelevant.”

Gold eye narrowed lightly. There was only a few things that could make the Superior feel uncomfortable. If that was even a word for it. That sense of control, of domination. He’d given that look to so many others, only to receive some turn of submission and shrinkage of form. But what did he have to hide from that look? II turned to face him, gold orb matching orange amber with a wry grin. “Well they say that old habits die hard, huh? Probably even for creatures like us,” he said easily, as his hands found their ways to his hips, walking forwards to the taller silverette. “So why the dirty look?”

[thefatalmarksman]

@x-purpose replied to your post: xigbar voice: xeha-NERD

the correct term is Xehadork

“Personally, I’m a fan of Xeha-nerd, but Xeha-dork is fine too. Also Xeha-geek is acceptable. At the end of it all, though, I’m just gonna end up givin’ ya a wedgie.”

[iradivinitatis]

@x-purpose

     {☾} – Sometimes sneaking away when he was supposed to be working was incredibly dangerous. He found himself locked away in his office with Ansem. They were moving quickly, their bodies pressing together. He smiles and pressed a kiss to Ansem’s lips. Before he could speak, he heard a knock at his door and he gasped. 

       “Fuck, wait hold on. We have to stop for a moment.” He moved back from Ansem and turned around to get off on the other side of his desk. He ran his hands through his hair and fix it so it looked less disheveled. He zipped up his coat and turned towards the door.

[diabolgod]

‘ Seeker. ‘  broken, beaten, dismembered, his mind broken, his nails removed, eyes plucked, eyes burned, eyes eaten, eyes, eyes,     chernabog ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ the seeker’s eyes. each time he ripped them out, he returned them squeeky clean. . . so full of hunger; want for the deepest abyss to lead him to That Which Was Absolute Darkness. . . and it did. years slipped away into nothing as time became null. ansem is in chains by the black throne at the very center of the blackest of dark realms. the darkness’ form is humanoid. . . he needs ansem to concieve him for just long enough to have a little chat. 

a foot taps the seeker’s face, chernabog slouches on his throne and he looks so much like a certain keyblade weilder s the way his knuckles touch the cheekbone. . . too many similarities.    ‘ Look at me. ‘  | | &&. @x-purpose liked.

[melodious-sitarist]

@x-purpose sent  “What is it like, to be a mermaid?” (Xemnas has a curiousity.  Fear it.) 

“Merman,” Demyx corrected automatically.  He was a guy.  He flinched when he realized how he’d just spoken to the Superior.  “Oh, uh, I’m sorry, uh… sir.”  He stumbled over his words as he thought of what to say.

How did you describe what was just normal to you?  “It’s peaceful, down there.  Even our soldiers don’t really do a lot of fighting.  And it’s never quiet like this.  Even the waves around us sing, if you know how to listen.  Everything was easier down there, it felt like.”  He ran his hands self-consciously over his new kneecaps.  “I miss it.”  

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he braced himself for the lecture from the Superior.  He needed a heart to miss home.  He wasn’t supposed to feel.  But he did, all the same. He needed to learn to be careful about questioning things, though, or he’d be annihilated for sure.

[tunglskiin-blog]

@x-purpose

Another Nobody. Number X. Luxord. He was still recovering from becoming a new species, but he was already annoying Isa. They all did. It was the taste, more than anything--Nobodies tasted like ash and dust, made them cough when they had to sit in the Throne Room for too long.

They glanced around as they entered the Superior’s rooms, the bitterness clear on their face. Another Nobody. Another vessel for the great plan.

[fatesfool]

The Global Vision {Lourd | Terranort}

This was it.

Despite everything he’d tried, this had still come to pass.

But Lourd had put too much into this to give up now. There was still hope -- he’d changed enough that Xehanort had tried to assassinate him at least once that he was certain of.

That meant Xehanort considered him a threat.

And the prince had planned for this -- after all, he could only make changes to Radiant Garden. He knew only what his future alternate had crammed into his head. Anything that Xehanort did outside Radiant Garden was lost to him... until now.

Later he couldn’t say why, this time, he was able to sense the battle. Was that what had alerted Braig? Either way, once he did sense the magic, the sudden flare of animosity, he threw down his hand and ran out of the pub where he’d been holding court at the perpetual poker game.

He reached the town square just as Braig left it, clearly headed for the Castle and Uncle.

Perfect.

He bolted to the body lying in the square. “Hey. Hey!  Are you okay?”