2019 CMO

[yeahtotally]

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✿ Canon/CRAU options are available for Roxas (Forest Covered, The Far Shore, Route 29, Recolle, Awash, Deerington, Asgard), Pidge Gunderson (The Far Shore, Deerington), Cloud (Aefenglom)
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I did Random Scenario!!! I got. 4/Fluff, 19/healing...hm. Let's do modern/soulmates AU!!!

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Pain has been a pretty big part of his life - but, isn't that the just the cost of not being able to find his Other? To feel pain until finally encountering the person that you're meant to be with for the rest of your life?

Tch.

Fuck that whole "Other" bullshit, really. He'll decide when and if he wants to be with another person in that way, and the universe can just kiss his ass. Vanitas is absolutely done with everyone else trying to decide everything for him - his life is his own.

But, then, these are the thought of someone leaning against a wall of an alleyway, fully aware that they might not have much time left. He's not even able to stand back up, at this point.

One hand presses firmly against the stab wound on his stomach, his brow knit pretty firmly as he tries to focus on slowing his breathing. Shit... This time's looking to be the last, isn't it? He won't even get a chance to pay those fuckers back. Guess they... won... ]

[missingache]

[Life wasn't as much pain as it was annoying. Seeing people getting together, being happy, and Roxas always being the third wheel. Every time he thinks he might have found his Other, it's not so.

It's really hard to keep up the faith when it keeps getting broken.

Today was no different. Roxas was told by his best friends he looked grumpy. He snapped, felt bad, and walked off. Of course he was grumpy as the only unpaired person in his friend group! Walking around town at least gave him some time to think in peace...

Till a strange nagging gets him to look into an alley. Usually one to help out anyone who looks like they might need it, Roxas hesitates this time. He ignores and pushes down whatever it is that was holding him back and rushes over. Later. Whatever was trying to scream at him could be figured out later.]

H-Hey! [He kneels down, a frown and knitted brow showing his worry for this stranger.] Do you need an ambulance?

[enter_the_darkness]

[ The voice is a little muffled, but still enough to have him lifting his head. There's a hint of something unfocused in his gaze as he seems to be trying to stare at this person. Something flickers in it, amber eyes averting as he just manages to shake his head. ]

... I'll be fine.

[ Sorry, Roxas.

He's Just Like This.

But he's very clearly not fine. He's pale with clammy skin, and- shit, his eyes are closing, head leaning to the side a bit as they do... ]

Abracadabra now it's more soulmate-y

[whomthebelltolls]

[In truth, Maria never expected this madcap plan to work, but... time was running out. Zelda's father was bringing in more suitors, and from what she knew when her princess spoke, becoming more and more insistent - demanding - that this come to fruition eventually.

Maria could be nothing if not persistent. She would not allow a stubborn old king's distaste for "some frozen hinterland kingdom" sway her. She also knew that, were this to come to fruition, it could help cement the tenuous peace that kept the realm secure.

Unfortunately, approaching him again had, once again, invoked his ire, and every single time it seemed to get worse. It was literally only because she was a guest of the kingdom that she did not draw steel against the king. Only this time... she was beginning to think she may have invoked Zelda's ire, as well.

So, late after even the servants had gone to bed and only the skeleton night watch remained, Maria snuck toward the princess' chambers, slipping in through an old servant's passage she had long known about.] Princess. [You know, just in case the princess has decided she wants to draw a knife or something on her. She learned a long time ago not to surprise Zelda too hard, or one could end up on the wrong end of something pointy.]

[royalresearch]

[Though it was something not shown much to others, Zelda did have a temper. Maria could rest assured that it wasn't her that the princess was irritable at. Her father's continued refusal to accept a suitor that would both be a benefit to the kingdom and someone Zelda would not say no to? It was enough to where the blond had refused to dine with her father that night. Which meant a very light dinner for her in her chambers, half of which she idly poked at with her fork, the dish long gone cold this late at night.

Hearing someone say princess behind her did make her jump rather badly. Her mind so preoccupied that as she tried to draw her blade, her hand slammed against her desk, rattling the contents and making the princess swear softly. Immediately she covers her mouth as a blush appears on her cheeks.

Such undignified words... Seeing as no one has attacked her, she... is going to assume that this was a visitor, not an assassin.]

I am awake.

[whomthebelltolls]

[Maria could understand it a little better. With only the one daughter, the king wanted to make sure she married the finest lord possible... and one that could ensure plenty of heirs. Or at least, that's what Maria always suspected was the real reason; along with an age-old prejudice against the Cainhurst royal family. It doesn't mean she approves of it, and doesn't judge him for it, but she can at least understand where he's coming from. Sometimes, she doesn't care much for her family and their ways, either.

She's not really expecting to have surprised Zelda quite so badly, and she steps forward, cautious, but not trying to mask her steps too much so the princess knows where she is at any time.] It's me, Zelda... are you alright? That was quite the smack.

[Just gonna... get right up next to her; she won't grab Zelda's hand to look at it, but she does try to spy it from a comfortable distance, before offering her own hand in case the princess wants to proffer it. ] Have you been here all night? I didn't see you anywhere else.

Clearly the Best Fairy Tale AU Ever.

[clickclickbloom]

[Ruby skipped along down the path through the forest. On her way to visit her sister with a basket half full of goodies. It was full when she started this journey but she couldn't help but keep picking at them along the way. She couldn't help it. If Yang wanted treats she probably shouldn't have moved to the other end of the forest.

The forest for some reason seemed a little quiet and dreary compared to Ruby's normal adventures through them. At first she didn't let it bother her until she caught sight of a hint of white in the brush. Her curiosity got the better of her and she delved in a little deeper to investigate. It was there she caught sight of what looked like a casket with a young maiden in white laying within.]

[dustprincess]

[There was indeed a young maiden laying in there. The casket was white as driven snow, the insides a soft, grey-blue that seemed to make the white haired and clad young woman stand out more. She was deep asleep with what looked like an apple in her hand.

Strange... the apple was a deep red, but not a single piece was eaten from it. Was it supposed to be this way or did this maiden just decide to take a random nap in the woods with her snack for when she awakens...]

[clickclickbloom]

[Ruby approached the casket carefully, her silver eyes focused on the white clad maiden. The thought of sleeping outside like this was more than a little strange but she did look comfortable in there. The red hooded girl let a hand trail around the edges of the casket and waited to see if there were any signs of the maiden waking up.


When there weren't any signs of that working Ruby moved onto the next logical step. She gave the Maiden's shoulder a shake and proceeded to poke at her cheeks.]

Hey! You probably should find a better place for a nap. What if it rains?

we got motive

[cameupshort]

[On Tuesday afternoon, all access to the bedrooms and rest areas had been cut off. Doors locked, impassable energy fields blocking any open threshholds, and mercifully temporary bathrooms and showers were set up in the garden area. And, a PAL felt necessary to remind everyone, the rules about acceptable sleeping areas were very much still in effect.]

[It's now Thursday morning, and Finn is staring at coffee maker in the kitchen as it drips a fresh pot. With actual ground beans this time. Double-strength, if he's figured it out right.]

...How're you holding up?

[everylittlesecret]

[Staring at a wall, it took Nari a moment to realize she's been spoken to. She blinks and turns to Finn with an owlish expression. When did he get here? At least the smell of coffee let her know someone was doing something right to stay awake.]

I haven't been awake this long since college... you?

[cameupshort]

We, uh- there were some sleep dep exercises in training. In case of extreme circumstances.

[He leans back a little against the countertop, one hand doing more actual supporting than would be usual for that kind of pose.]

Don't think this was the kind of thing they had in mind.

Canon AU | Soul Mate AU

[totalistic]

("Pain is being human, Xemnas".

He'd planned to be very restrained and circumspect in the face of death, but Sora's last words had moved him out of his predetermined self-possession, and, careless of all the surroundings, Xemnas dropped all manner of pretence before the erasure of his existence.)

(Over the months following his death, Destiny Islands had been a peaceful place to start over again; young children stood like sentinels on the shore. A fringe of white foam spread over the cold, firm beach, wetting their shoes. Not long before it had been a still night sky, but here at sunrise, the air vibrated with the relentless pounding of the ocean. A dull mist spread onshore, partially obliterating their view. The salty wind blew Xemnas ashore on the Destiny Islands, buddled up in the Organization XIII's sodden, trademark outfit.

A dissident wave turned him over, face-up, eyes screwed shut. Not for long, as they opened on their own.)

(His hand, like some shy sentient thing, first strayed from the waves, fell hesitant into the sand, then leapt forward from its grains, with his arm extended towards the sun.)

[missingache]

[Pain was certainly something Roxas felt at times. A new heart, his own heart, was difficult to deal with when a lot of emotions are so new. Feeling several at once could be dizzying. At times Roxas has to be alone to try and figure out which one should be focused on.

The island had become important in that regard. It had become the last link to Sora. Someone Roxas wished he could talk to. They'd find him eventually. For now? Roxas would walk along the shores as he thought about nothing in particular. The weather wasn't too terrible at least.

Looking ahead, Roxas had noticed something on the beach that hadn't been there the last time he'd come. He couldn't tell what it was from this distance. There was some hesitancy as he approached. His senses didn't really tell him if it was a fight to worry about, so he figured being more cautious would be better.

The sudden movement made the small blond yelp and stumble back. He lost his footing and plopped down on the sand rather ungracefully. Shaking his head at the stupid move he made, blue eyes snapped back to where apparently a figure was. Enemy or...?]

... [Should he say something?] Hello?

[totalistic]

("Hello?"

Upon awakening a small sound broke, so faint, so far, he could not tell from whence it came nor what its cause might be. A few moments later the voice of a boy—very diminished and yet unmistakable—came pulsing down the beach. The familiarity of it set the figure in the black coat astir, coaxing the deepest rumble from his throat.)

. . .

(Painful memories were like books with chapters, deep and horrible; all he could do was dissociate from that surge of emotions -- leave them on the shelf to gather dust. To no avail, or so it seemed as it took all but another heart nearby -- a keepsake from a past long dead and buried -- to burst his dam of stoicism.

His frowning brow smoothed out, his eyes blinked open, his lips parted, and at length, rapt with longing, he fixed his golden eyes on a blurred, yellow-haired visage, becoming each moment smaller, more defined. A sense of longing swept over him -- became mirrored in his face. He had at this moment the gaze which came to the eyes of the young when a yearning for closeness, connection and care was strong.)

-- Roxas?

(Rolling onto the side, Xemnas hoisted himself onto an elbow then stared up at the teenager. His new heart sprang shut -- caught between opposing needs: the need for retribution and the need for help.)

Second Best Fairytale AU ever?

[cameupshort]

[In a clearing, in a wood, sat a raised slab of wood and moss, overgrown with ivy. On that slab, resting peacefully and apparently asleep, lay Finn; the illusion of peaceful sleep only slightly ruined by the crossbow and axe at his side, and the fact that he too was slightly overgrown with plantlife.]

heck yes!

[everylittlesecret]

[Hopefully Finn is a deeper sleeper than he looks because someone is crashing through the woods. Not being chased, just pissed off and trying to run through the anger. Nari does slow when she sees... whatever she's seeing.]

... this is like the worst place to take a nap.

[She walked over and leaned over this sleeping handsome with a raised eyebrow before poking his cheek.]

Hey. Buddy. Wake up. You're going to get eaten by a bear or something.

Just some cuddles.

[clickclickbloom]

[Look. Their time in Atlas didn't have to be all political drama and huntress missions. Maybe they needed a night off where things didn't go terribly wrong. So Ruby had invited Weiss out to a movie. If she could enjoy one with Oscar and Jaune then there's no reason why they couldn't, right?

Except the movie turned out to be a bit slower than what could normally keep Ruby's attention through the whole thing and she felt herself getting a bit antsy. To help quell that feeling she just really casually and smoothly and certainly not in an overacted sense went to reach her arm around Weiss' shoulder with a yawn.

Very smooth, Ruby. Very smooth.]

[dustprincess]

[Weiss didn't mind slow movies. She didn't mind any movies. It was something to do when nothing else appealed to her, and the time with Jaune and Oscar hadn't been too painful.

The arm around her shoulder made her blink and lose focus of the movie as she glanced at Ruby.]

Are you cold or something?

A Snowflake's Chance In Hell

[wiltandblush]

[Isolating the SDC's snow princess was easy; it figured that she'd be part of the Huntsman team sent to investigate a disturbance in one of her Daddy's mines, even if that particular mine had been shut down ages ago. What no one likely figured was that the source of the disturbance knew every inch of the mine like the back of his hand; he had, after all, spent most of his youth working down there.

A few well placed explosives was all it took to separate her from everyone else, the caved in walls cutting her off from the rest of her team. From there, it was an exercise in patience for Adam, as he let the poor little spoiled brat wander around in the darkened mine shaft, until she stumbled upon an area he wanted her to find. It was a large, cavernous area, one that was lit up by the energy of the highly volatile raw dust lining its walls.]

What's wrong, Princess? [His voice seemed to come from everywhere, echoing throughout the chamber as he mocked her, though he remained out of sight.] You look a little lost.

[dustprincess]

[It had been a pretty well laid trap. Not even Ruby's voice through the curtain of fallen rocks could allay Weiss' fear. Knowing how dangerous this place was made her cautious at least. Her Glyphs could easily trigger an explosion if she wasn't careful, and a Schnee was always supposed to be careful.

She has her Scroll for a small source of light at least even if she'd rather it had service at the time. The others would be mad she walked away from her initial position, but Weiss didn't want to sit still like a damsel in distress.

And now she regrets that choice as a chill goes up her spine, freezing her in place as her eyes glance around.] Oh yeah? Well, I'm not!

[She very much is.]

[brokenlight]

[When they were younger, they would hear stories about the spirits that kept them safe. The spirits that were needed to bridge the world together to keep it from falling apart.

Queen Anna often regaled them with stories about the former queen. How Queen Elsa became the fifth spirit that was needed to bridge the spirits together with the humans. It was a fascinating tale and it was one that the children often grew up with. Stories of people who can use magic. Even the trolls didn’t possess something that unique, often using their elemental crystals to help them use what was needed.

But magic can often work in mysterious ways.

A bridge can eventually become broken in between. Worn over the years that will eventually grow brittle with age.

Sometimes, a new bridge needed to be built.

It doesn’t need to take a pair of siblings to mend it. Sometimes, all it needed was a pair of close friends who could be as close as brothers.

So when Queen Anna became sick in bed, the spirits began to mourn. And they began to find someone who can help mend the bridge before its become completely broken. Like a prince and his friend.

Which starts with a snowball being tossed in Roxas’ face as the two boys enjoy themselves in the winter snow.]

[missingache]

[Spirits would be merely fairy tales to Roxas if he didn't know the former Queen Elsa. Or knew as much as he could. She would come to Arendelle at times to spend time with Queen Anna.

Roxas was just slightly jealous of someone being able to use magic. It would be something fun to know and do. Be able to maybe save people, or just have fun playing around. As he got older, the jealousy faded, and he was just happy enough to be himself. Even if magic was still fascinating.

With Queen Anna sick, the village wasn't the same. People were gloomy and sending prayers to whichever deities they worshiped. Roxas was about to do the same when he gets a snowball in the face. He really needs to stop getting into deep thoughts while playing with Ventus.]

H-Hey! Not the face!

Angst - 20 - Vanitas

[missingache]

[Fights between family members could be rough or resolve easily. In this young mans case? It was the former. The argument had led to him running off. How long ago had that been now? Roxas recalls at least two winters on the streets as he wandered down the alley of this unfamiliar town. Going back never seemed to be an option. At least not one he was willing to entertain as one.

Living on the streets wasn't as rough as he thought it would be. It wasn't till he turned eighteen the previous summer that it got harder. Children were always taken into shelters first when the weather turned bad. It wasn't so when they became adults. At least it had been a mild summer, and so far, a rather mild winter. The snow that did fall was easily avoided under awnings like the one he finds himself under at the moment. The store it led to was closed for the night, the few lights still long highlighting him from behind as blue eyes scanned the few passerby's. Not really paying attention to anything with his gaze, his mind was on where a good place to sleep for the night would be.

Begging for a place to sleep... was tempting. The shelters were full up with the weather turning rough, but asking a stranger for even just a garage to sleep in would be hard. No one looked particularly friendly to someone whose clothes really needed some mending. This had to be one of the most unfriendly cities he's ever been to...]

[brokendarkness]

[Vanitas didn't really struggled for food or a roof over his head. He may had been a poor orphan boy at one time in his life but that was long in the past after a certain older man found him in the streets and took him in under his wing. It wasn't an easy life to adjust to and the old man he thought was kind was quick to show a different side depending on his desires and mood. But Vanitas adjusted, learned and grew from it all. He was always good at adapting and surviving.

The old man was well off. Really well off. Some of that wealth did extend to Vanitas now that he was an adult but outside of decent clothes and such, he didn't really care about it. There was nothing he really wanted or desired. Nothing he had to really work for.

He was bored.

Seeing homeless on the streets always sent an odd shiver down his spine. Of a past life or a life he could of still of had should the old man not crossed his path. Stupid thoughts. He didnt have to eat out of the garbage like they did. If they were down on their luck, well, that was their problem. His luck was just better than theirs.

Scowling under his breath, he pulled his jacket more over his shoulders as he walked along the side walk. A deep red scarf contrasted the black jacket and his golden eyes. The old man was right, this town really was turning trashy.]