#fatebreakers

[blue-eli]

Some art I’ve done for @fatebreakers including a sketchy Nathaniel ref, an attempt at an Io design, and a little Io from an au :)

[flies-over-butter]

Where she headin with that keyblade?

Oh

Dear lord.

AHEM

ANYWAYS

HERES A CAKE

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @to-be-the-sole-star-in-the-sky !!!!!!!

[anavar-immela]

POISON!

Poison: share a snippet that’s all about relationships (good or bad).

hmm does this count

Then he wondered how Cale could be so sure. Cale, who had once disliked him intensely but put up with him all the same. Cale, whose presence had shielded him often with his guardian's magic; Cale, who now claimed to have no guardian at all.

And at last, like watching the morning sun burn away the fog, the answer came clear. Prince Taran, trained noble and seasoned warrior, struggled to contain a primal panic.

For if it was true, it went against everything he knew - what little his father had told him, and the little more he'd learned in secret. His stomach lurched as he recalled that some of his knowledge had come from Cale's. Even Glenna's accusations didn't account for it.

"Is this really what you're saying, Caelan?" he said in a low voice. "Speak carefully."

Again Cale held his gaze, unflinching, though his dark eyes shone. He spoke.

"You have a guardian, and I am he."

Taran couldn't break away from those eyes. He shook his head. "No," he croaked. Then, louder, "I won't hear this." Finally he managed to look away.

"You can't ignore it any longer," said Cale, stepping around him to stay in his sight. "All your life you suspected."

Whirling to face him again, Taran all but shouted, "And all my life everyone lied to me?"

Cale drew himself up, undaunted by the prince's anger. "Or else lose our heads. It was always your father who enforced the lie."

"Don't!" said Taran, almost choking on the word as he remembered his father was dead. "Don't speak of him like that."

My father is dead. My people are dead. My home is destroyed…and Cale is my guardian? This must be a dream.

[haunted-xander]

So. Fatebreaker, right? Ryne's biggest fears made manifest, daddy issues personified, yes?

He's an amalgamation of Thancred and Ran'jit, his face, his voice and his weapon is Thancred's, but his body, his fighting style and his words are Ran'jit's.

Throughout the fight Fatebreaker constantly makes comments about how only he can protect Ryne, only he can provide for her, only he has even the right to so much as stand beside her, to be in her general presence. He's possessive and obsessive, repeatedly asserting that she is HIS and his only. Which is exactly what Ran'jit says basically every time we encounter him.

But this time it's in Thancred's voice. This time it's with the voice and face of a man she actually cares about.

Ryne isn't scared of Thancred, she never has been. Even when she first met him she was barely even nervous (as clearly shown in Thancred's short story). There's a lot of different feelings happening between those two, but fear has never been one of them.

But now, after things have gotten so much better, she is scared of Thancred becoming like Ran'jit. Because if Thancred was just a little further gone, if he was just a little less compassionate, he would've. It wouldn't be hard for him to go down the same path as Ran'jit did, to be incapable of letting go of the ghost of that girl he loved so so much to the point he'd stubbornly grip anything close to her he could. He didn't, but the fact he could've is terrifying.

It makes his final words, words that are Thancred's, so very important. This is her deepest fears made manifest, but he still says he wants her to be happy. Her happiness not only matters, but is important to him.

[myreia]

FEBHYURARY XX: PRIMAL

The final day could not dawn, for there is no dawn in everlasting light. Nevertheless when the hour came, Ryne sought him out. She demanded he not go, tears brimming in her eyes. She clung to him desperately, stumbling over her words as she pressed a cartridge into his hand. Specially charged. Crafted to destroy the one they love, designed to prey on her single weakness. A single shot to the heart and it will all be over. He embraced her as he said his farewells, murmuring words of strength and courage he does not have. She will need it in the coming days. Ryne will be the last after him. The last to remain. The last to survive. He knows he will not return, and yet he must go. Some day soon—for Norvrandt’s are numbered—she will understand. And so he climbs the mountain where the primal lightwarden has made her nest. He cuts through her horde of light-corrupted minions, some distant part of his mind numbly acknowledging the twisted faces of friends he once knew. That is what she does; she does not bring death, but transposition. He does not flinch when their claws sink into him; nor does he pause when he strikes them all down. He is battered and bruised when he reaches the apex. Caked with blood and dirt, his gunblade dulled, his cartridges spent save for one. The air here is stale and still, the scent thick with the stench of primal magicks. She is nowhere to be seen. For a brief moment he wonders if he was mistaken, if she has abandoned her home. His heart beats. One, two. One, two. Blood pulsing in his veins, fear and hope and love thumping in his ears. The last shred of his humanity, and he is oh so alive— The creature with Aureia’s face bursts from below, a storm of ice and fire suspended in each hand. Her eyes glow vermilion in twisted mimicry of her natural deep red. Wings of darkness and light in perfect unison, an equilibrium she never achieved when she lived. Hair purged to white as it had been when she was first infected, the red streaks the only remnants of what it once was. Fingers turned to talons soaked in blood. So familiar, yet so alien—she has become a warped fracture of herself, everything he loved about her burnt out of her by blazing light.   He raises his blade and steels his mind. He has come here to slay her. All it takes is one shot. A shot he does not make. Time slows when the end comes, the passage of his mortal life stretched out in perpetuity. Her claws are a vice grip on his chin, the power of her magic scalding his eyes. She holds him in her unblinking ruby gaze as if transfixed, some memory within her ascended mind recalling what he was to her. He wishes for her to end it. If he but moves just a little… her claws would cut his throat… and he would deprive her of her greatest desire. But as he knows, she does not kill, she transforms. Even in this form her love for him burns fiercely. More fiercely than he can comprehend. It washes over him, powerful, overwhelming, the command to submit tugging at his mind, silencing the purpose he came to this mountain to fulfill— It is all gone in a burst of blue and red. Defeat has never tasted so sickeningly sweet.

[bladesofkyber]

God of War: Ragnarök

There is much to do. Much to rebuild.

[gunbreakmyheart]

You're not going ANYWHERE

[yuunos]

Six fanarts from twitter

[fourteenthz]

FebHyurary - 8. CROSSOVER

Leonhart.

[rbillustration]

Dread Hope, the Fatebreaker

Prints available here!

[blue-eli]

Is this even a game

if it the end I let you kill me?

I was never meant to be by your side.

~ In Two, Will Paquin

[teaorim]

[2021] Fatebreaker

[tiny-cloud-of-flowers]

Despite her attempts to collect herself, it took Aria a long time of letting tears fall and letting herself purr before she could finally speak again. When she did so, her voice sounded somewhat hoarse, but it was still unmistakeable as hers.

"You.. would really love something like me.." she was mumbling.

"Of *course* I would! And do..!" Clio said back, keeping her own voice light in return. "I'm always gonna be here for you, Ari. And I'm just.. so so glad that you're okay.."

She trailed off and started crying again, this time fully with joy and relief.

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[ooeygooeyghoul]

Brought the monster bf to my private island and this penguin could not believe his fucking eyes.

[dragonsongs]

"What do your nightmares look like, Ryne?"

[bladesofkyber]

i made this in about three minutes, and you can tell, but odin’s face as he gets yeeted is just fucking priceless