#febhyurary 2024

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FebHyurary 2024 Day VIII: Crossover                                     "No cloud, no squall shall hinder us!"                                                           ft. @icehearts   Decembhyur burned me out and I didn't plan to participate, but Iceheart twisted my arm and bullied me into making something for today >:

[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.

[lettersnorth]

Companion

"You don't ask Barnabas to do anything. You negotiate. It involves a lot of cursing and posturing. On both sides."

[akirakirxaa]

[ day 7: voice ]

𝑀𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑆𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑜

[yloiseconeillants]

FEBHYURARY 2024 :: Day 7 - Voice

But the star has gone, the glamour's worn thin That's a pretty bad state for a state to be in Instead of government, we had a stage Instead of ideas, a prima donna's rage Instead of help, we were given a crowd She didn't say much but she said it loud

[ainyan]

Febhyurary Day #1: Start

Thancred grew up in the backstreets of Limsa Lominsa, and spent his adolescence snatching purses with a band of petty thieves.

One day, he targeted an Elezen man who had come to the maritime city-state to study aether.

[hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend]

Febhyurary Day 2: Faith

"God, did you make us to be your bright accomplices? / God, here are our shining spines. Let there be no more dreams of being / more than a beginning. Let it be / that to be is to be backlit, and then to be only that light." Mary Szybist, from “In the Beginning God Said Light,”

Demos has always held faith in the 12 but over the years his faith was held most deeply in the patron deity of Gridania, the Matron Nophica, and the Traveler Oschon. However, his guardian deity has always been the Keeper Althyk.

There's a bit more of a special connection to Nophica as she tried to fight to have Demos under her care, only to be beat by Althyk, not only because he was destined to be in tune with the elements and was from the Shroud, but Nophica is the deity created from the little piece of Anthea during the Final Days. Anthea and Deimos (aka Azem) were very close friends and they always wanted to look out for him. While Nophica may not have any of those memories the lingering feeling is hard to ignore and still reaches out to want to protect their friend from days long past.

Althyk is the only one of the deities to go against the rule of no interference as he did so to delay Demos from the timeline where he would have been at the battle of Cartenau and then propelled to the future when A Realm Reborn starts. By delaying Demos' training he delayed just when he would meet the Scions causing guilt when he found out as he could never get the question out of his mind of how many more lives could have been saved if he had been there.

Oschon was always a source of comfort with the stories Demos would hear of him growing up. As a child he wanted nothing more than to explore the world and experience it with the same wonder he believed the god to have. Oschon was such an inspiration he was the god for whom Demos attempted to name his caribou companion after, but being 5 he couldn't say the name quite right but it was close enough that it still made the god smile when he was told of the reason behind the name.

[azemessence]

to all of my children in whom Life flows abundant...

Febhyuray Day 1: Start

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

Febhyurary: faith

(a reprise of some old screenies that I felt fit the bill today *blows dust off*)

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Faith is sometimes a goddess looking at the existence of one of her children and going:

[yzeltia]

Febhyurary 2024 Day 1: Start [Violet]

She doesn't want to admit she thinks he's funny.

[myreia]

FEBHYURARY IX: SUN

Wherever she treads, the stories grow—like blossoming wildflowers to some, like weeds to others. To her enemies she is the soldier, the warrior, a weapon forged in the blazing crucible of Garlemald’s military, stolen by their foes and unleashed to bring doom upon them. To her allies she is the saviour, the guardian, a shining beacon sent to shield them from harm. But regardless of where she goes or which story she embodies, there is always one constant: she is a daughter of the dark burning bright, with the power to harness the sun’s flames.

[lettersnorth]

Sun

[akirakirxaa]

[ Day 1: Start ]

"𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝐴𝑧𝑒𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑟. 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟."

[yloiseconeillants]

FEBHYURARY 2024 :: Day 8 - Crossover

What lovely music for a murder… or two… or three… or nine.

the vibes are the abominable dr. phibes (featuring moren @azure-dragonsinger)

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

Febhyurary Day 3: Dream or in this case, perhaps Lucid Dreaming

If this is a dream, then it is a good dream.

Most of Rian's dearest friends in the same room, talking and laughing together. His heart's desire. It never had a chance to happen while they all still lived.

[hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend]

Febhyurary Day 8: Crossover

Lily Watt and Demos Reyes

"A woman should learn to protect herself, or at least be scrappy on her feet." "Do I get to choose my weapon at least?" "You want the sword don't you?" "Obviously."

I am late late late, but listen it took awhile for Lil to learn how to get that man against a tree! Thank you @statichvm for letting Lil have a bit of fun in a world where she can have a sword! Sorry they took awhile. Also I know I said meme but I uh got slightly distracted and did some minor spice below the cut because we all know where this is going....