General CMO 2026

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From:

ourweapon

Looking for:

- Canonmates
- Killkiss continuations/aus
- Shipping
- Non WoL AUs

Character Info

Edited Date: 2026-07-09 03:45 pm (UTC)

From:

survivedthewinter

looks at you. chin hands. lucis finding libby just sitting at the roof on thursday before everyone goes to bed and figures out what she's planning. and they argue about it

From:

ourweapon

oooo yes!

From:

survivedthewinter

[Libertatis isn't found anywhere in the house, come Thursday evening. But up the stairs to the roof, the door is...strangely ajar.

That's where anyone looking for her will find her, leaning against the railing and staring blankly out at the foggy, sprawling rose garden.]

From:

ourweapon

[A certain thread of dread has tangled many of the household together this week, and it pulls taunt tonight. Lucis doesn't know if he's come here to investigate, to gaze on the Moon, or to throw himself off the roof and onto the spikes. Even knowing it wouldn't count. Or maybe hoping someone would be here that he could push.

The last would be the right thing to do. Both to prevent anyone else from doing it, and to save his world But when he sees Libertatis a dull relief covers him. Both at seeing she hasn't done what he has feared all week, and that her being here excuses him from his own choices, at least for a time. She's one of a few he could not picture himself attacking, even laid out like a platter like this.

... he wonders if that's why she's here. Hoping someone will walk up and-]

Quiet night, eh?

From:

survivedthewinter

[That seems to break the strange hold the garden had over her, and she looks away from it to smile faintly at Lucis, dimly lit by the moonlight. It makes her look almost ghostly in a way she hasn't seen the third week.]

Mhm, really quiet. Nothing else you'd expect from this kind of night, though.

[A part of her, for a moment, wondered if Lucis was going to take her up on the offer. It'd be...well a bit disappointing and relieving in equal measure. She doesn't want Lucis to die. But to die at the hands of someone she cared for wasn't that bad, all things considered.

But Lucis also isn't wholly wrong in his assessment. She isn't sitting on a silver platter just yet.

Just...planning on it.]

From:

ourweapon

Aye, true enough.

[He comes over to lean as well, his own gaze glassy as well. He's not sure he's ever felt this undecisive. Aimless, sure- but for once he knows what he SHOULD do but can not do it. It's a strange feeling]

I wish I could say I'm surprised to see you out tonight.

From:

survivedthewinter

Hehe, it's not really surprising is it? I'm not that surprised to see you out here either.

[Surely she knows what's running through his mind. She's not even the least bit tense. Is that better or worse? That she trusts Lucis enough to not kill her or...that she'd happily let him.]

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From:

burntspirit

[ Hey so Lucis, I'm sure you thought no one was around to hear you retch.

Guess what. ]

Lad?!

From:

ourweapon

[ gods the only worse option to find him than Libby is Ignis. He gives a strangled "shite" before the surpise turns the retch into a full ghastly white vomit]

From:

burntspirit

[ Oh. That's no good. Ignis has enough medical knowledge to know this isn't phelgm and arguably isn't even vomit—it doesn't look right for it.

He's immediately ducking into the kitchen to get some water, gods be damned that they're dolls. ]

From:

ourweapon

[ when he returns the fit seems to be over for now, Lucis no longer on the head seat. Instead he's toppless, his jacket spread over most of the mess and his shirt being carefully dabbed at any splatter. Likely it was already messy, so it was gonna have to come off anyway. What isn't already hidden is almost luminous- not quite glowing but not a natural white either.

When he looks up his eyes are wet and bloodshot, ears drooped in shame.]

Ha... sorry...

From:

burntspirit

If you're apologising to me, it better be because you tried it from me, lad.

[ He says as he holds out the cup of water to Lucis. ]

From:

ourweapon

[ he chugs half the water in one pull, his ears wiggling from the force of his neck bulging. ]

Gah... wasn' hiding. It just... never came up.

[ lies of ommission. The Lucis Special]

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From:

burntspirit - Date: 2026-07-14 10:53 am (UTC) - Expand

From:

whitewanderer

[ They have all had so little time for so long. Tarkhan knows Khet'a has made time for such frivolities but he has been far too busy to allow himself the opportunity to step away. There are just too many people in need, too many people that he could be helping. Even the simple crafts that are so much a part of his culture, that he has spent his life learning to excel at, have been turned from peace and practicality to war.

Which was precisely why, now that the heads of state had proclaimed a change in era, Tarkhan had eventually surrendered to Khet'a's needling and let the miqo'te convince him to go to this.... absolute madhouse.

The Gold Saucer is all bright lights, loud music, and boundless enthusiasm. It's not at all surprising that Khet'a loves it. Even if, as he carries on trying to explain all the games of chance, Tarkhan is practically hiding behind the smaller man. The claws of one hand curled into Khet'a's sleeve so he doesn't lose the miqo'te in the crowd, hunched forward with his head bent low to try to focus on Khet'a's voice amid all that chaotic noise that is threatening to make him dizzy.]

Is it always like this?

From:

ourweapon

[he laughs merrily at the words, his ear flicking to brush the tilted horn]

Aye. If anything it is occasionally worse if there is an event or holiday.

[ His companion has been working so very hard as a Scion. As an ally to him specifically... how can he not want to treat him a bit? As the so called 'Warrior of Light' he of course is the one with all the glory... but how many of the populace knew about the fellow blessed who fought the Primals at just as much risk?

He's watched Tarkhan work so hard... he wonders, at times, if fate should have picked him as it's so called Champion. Maybe the Mother Crystal had bad taste.]

From:

whitewanderer

[There's a moment where Tarkhan seems to stumble over his own feet, fingers tightening in Khet'a's sleeve, those golden eyes going even wider than normal. His mouth moves to echo Khet'a's words but no sound escapes.

Worse!?

Then he's shaking his head a little, reaching up to tug the hood of his robe up over his head. Sure he has adjustments made to the hood to allow him to leave his horns free of the heavy material, it's important when he's deep in the Shroud and the slightest shift in birdsong or the rustle of leaves could change the mood of the local spirits. But here with the noise of machines and bells and so much overlapping conversation he pulls the hood higher, keeps his horns snug under the white and crimson fabric so that the bulk of the sound is muffled. The points of his horns still jut forward enough to be able to pick up closer sounds, especially if Khet'a is looking at him when he speaks.

It's just more reason for Tarkhan to stay close.]

I think a new Era might count as a holiday, don't you?

[There are certainly plenty of people that have been longing for any reason to celebrate.]

From:

ourweapon

...ah. Point. Lots of Manderville Points to earn!

[he turns, spotting the pulled tight hood. Oh.]

Wanna take a break?

From:

whitewanderer

It's... very loud.

[Tarkhan glances down, cheeks flushing slightly. It's embarrassing, getting all out of sorts over something so mundane. He can stand beside Khet'a and face down Primals but the noise and chaos of a casino is too much?

This is precisely why Keh is the one in charge, not him.]

This helps though! I'll be fine.

[And the smile he gives Khet'a is encouraging, warm and genuine and doing his damnedest to put on a brave face for his friend.]

From:

ourweapon

...if you're sure...

[He ponders for a moment, before taking hold of the hand gripping his sleeve]

Come on, I have an idea.

From:

whitewanderer

[Is he sure? No, absolutely not. Is he doing it anyway? Why yes. The story of his life thus far, if he's perfectly honest. Confused and uncertain but facing things head-on regardless.

Then Keh takes his hand and Tarkhan blinks in surprise, head tilting just so. The little head tilt that makes the loose strands of hair that frame his face drift into his eyes. But then he nods, determined and almost comically serious, doing his best to keep up as Khet'a weaves through the crowd just as easily as Tarkhan himself so often weaves through the dense trees of the Shroud.]