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@febhyurary
DRUMROLL PLEASE…
A new year means…a new #FebHyurary is coming up!
#FebHyurary is a month-long creative challenge starting in just a few weeks. Screenshots, art, edits, and writing are all encouraged—let’s celebrate Hyur and have fun!
@occams-rapier pointed out there was a duplicate prompt, which was NOT the intention! Day 19 has been fixed. Thank you so much!! 💞
I hope OP from Twitter doesn't mind a repost (I don't have Twitter so I can't ask) but for anyone else not on the platform who'd like to participate, eliara_wol has made a prompt list! Big thanks to @febhyurary for running things in previous years! Take the time you need to rest.
OwO Are you doing this again this year?
Hello!
I'm really sorry. I should have made an announcement--but I won't be able to host FebHyurary this year.
Due to health problems, I wasn't able to keep up with things by any decent standard last year, and didn't even participate myself.
I suppose this is a "something is better than nothing" situation, but I'm barely well enough to get on my desktop even once or twice a week.
I deleted the twitter last March but left this account alone. I really don't want to promise anything for next year because I honestly thought I'd be long better by now. AND WELL, (´。＿。｀)
Thank you for asking, I'm sorry to have to let down so many people.
Dear Diary,
With Titan’s return I was sent on a job to appease the Company of Heroes into letting in on how they defeated the Primal for the Maelstrom. The Admiral is desperate enough to send an envoy to give her an edge. Instead of giving me anything useful to go off of. I’ve been sent on a wild goose chase all across Eorzea.
First, I killed a Nix off the Bloodshore then I was sent to Camp Tranquil to steal a Adamantoise’s egg then I was sent off to the Forgotten Springs. The U Tribe’s Nunh didn’t think I was actually the Admiral’s lapdog, so he had his female warriors tie to me to a tree in the middle of the Sagolii. Where I was promptly tracked down by some Amalj’aa and am now facing down the Lord of the Inferno for my freedom with nothing but the cloths on my back and this crappy sword I took off one of the other sacrifices.
Dear Diary, If I make out of this remind me to punch the Company of Heroes in their smug faces.
FebHyurary 10: Freedom
FebHyurary Day 7: Echo
Sooo today... after days again bit more time, so FebHyuraaaay lol
Part 3 of "Roads" (Part 1) and "Time" (Part 2)
This time it draped Dianne less like a dream, more like a hit in her face. She did not possess the talent of the echo, but she had always imagined it that way. As if she had been torn involuntarily from her thoughts and was now witness to another time. She closed her eyes and admitted that she felt a little dizzy. When she opened her eyes again, she was standing in a huge dark room. She could not make out the end or the beginning and the walls seemed strangely knotted. Purple lights were emanating from some technical equipment she had never seen before. Dianne looked around in confusion, large purple rings hovering above her. This place was surely snatched from the world of darkness and it reminded her strongly of Fine's stories. Had she really landed on the Void Ark?
A painful scream sounded and made her wince. Behind her were several containers, from some of them strange noises could be heard. A figure in black costume seemed to be tampering with the containers. "Useless, need some fresh ones soon." The person had a strange accent, though the clothing was also quite odd when you looked at him closer. He was wielding a Black Mage's staff and ancient clothes. Another scream and Dianne realized that it came directly from the container in front of him. The girl got goosebumps as it dawned on her where she had landed.
Suddenly a loud thump, the man in front of her took a step back as a hand (or more like a claw) began to scratch at the surface of the container. The suffering moans became more and more unbearable and Dianne would have liked to leave immediately, but didn't know how. By the gods, was this really a Void Mage? Whose past was this? Etars? But why?
Finally, finally - she was torn from her thoughts. She exhaled heavy and opened her eyes. Dianne was still trapped in the energy field. The Voidsent looked at her suspiciously, but said nothing. The white figure had not reappeared either. The Red Mage took a moment to collect herself, then turned to Etar. He wore a slightly disheveled robe, white hair tied loosely in a braid and spilling over his shoulder. They were in extreme contrast to his dark skin and red eyes that where full of suspicion. The body he possessed was an Elezen, but his hands had claws and sharp teeth were hidden behind his lips. Dianne had to admit, he was kind of beautiful. She somehow didn't know what to say. What she had seen felt somehow as if she had poked in something very personal. But why? She didn't understand where this sudden experience came from... she didn't possess the echo, after all. "Why are you staring at me?" Caught, she quickly looked away. Something too obvious. "Nothing." she added, which didn't make it any better. Etar raised an eyebrow and then they were silent for quite a while. Dianne sighed, with her gaze on the energy field generator, noticing how she was getting increasingly annoyed. "What i the seven hells do these people want anyway?" The unexpected answer made her wince. She had almost forgotten that Etar was still there. "They're studying us." Dianne gave him a puzzled look. "You know them?" He shook his head. The Voidsent stood a few feet away from her, and for the first time since they'd been here (and it had been several hours now) she wondered: why Etar hadn't even tried to attack her by now? "Not really. The last time I saw one of them though, he was sketching different kinds of flowers." "... Flowers?" A bit incredulous, she shook her head. "Flowers."
He laughed slightly and his face was filled with pain for a few seconds - or maybe she was imagining it? Etar backed away a few more feet and swallowed. "Is everything alright?" The Voidsent closed his eyes. "I'm hungry." he said and gave her a forced smile. "Believe it or not, it was never my intention to feed on you." "Oh-" again she was speechless, increasingly not knowing what to think of the Voidsent. "Then maybe we should think about how to get out of here." - and this time she gave him a smile.
@febhyurary Day 10: Freedom
“It would be so easy… to throw it all away. To live free amid the clouds and stars.”
Febhyurary: Day 10 - Freedom
“I’ve heard plenty of people say that freedom means everything, and that its worth defending to the death. Sure, its true that anarchy and civil disobedience are two great loves of mine, but have you ever really been free? I mean REALLY free? Not tied to any person, place, thing, or even idea? I have, and its fucking awful. As an old bard once said;
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose. ”
febhyurary // ten. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚 - oh, i hear them now; yes, the wolves are out.
Day 10 of #FebHyurary: Freedom!
Kar’a knew that it wasn’t polite, but at the moment, she really did not care for appearances. The Convocation meeting had droned on for much longer than it had originally been planned for, and having just arrived in the city moments before it had started, the Wanderer was restless. She hadn’t been able to grab a bite to eat or even let Hythlodaeus know she was back in the city before having to report in and then sit for bells in the conference room.
As she pulled aether around her to teleport to the roof, she could see Emet’s disapproving frown and Elidibus’ amused expression before she stood in the open air high in the middle of the city. Throwing off her hood and mask, she took another deep breath. Sometimes it was really good to be the wild and unpredictable one on the Convocation–most anything she did against society’s “rules” were accepted with a sigh and the phrase of “it’s just Azem”. With a joyful cry of freedom, she bolted to the edge of the building, building momentum before flinging herself into the open sky, aetheric wings shimmering to hold her aloft on the wind as her Grani appeared moments later to carry her away.
11. Begin
It was the first day home after the fatal carriage ride.
He arrived with a brand new family member wrapped in his arms.
And without the one that stood beside him for years.
It was the first day that he would lead this family alone.
He could barely hold it together as he relieved his twin brother of babysitting duties, rushing him away before he could make the dam overflow, and oversaw dinner for his children.
And he had to answer the question.
Every night it happened, he had to answer the question.
Valencia and Anselm were devastated.
Drake didn’t quite understand yet.
And the baby swaddled in his arms wouldn’t know for years.
He loved her.
And yet he still reeled with loss, looking at the child his wife would never know.
—
“Dad,” Valencia said, nudging him with her cane as they huddled together in the hideout malms away from Camp Broken Glass. The Thatchers’ little refuge as they escorted the people filtering in from Thavnair to where they were told to go.
The man awoke with a jolt, “Oh! Valencia, I’m sorry.”
“You were having a nightmare, weren’t you?”
Keiran waved it off, “It happens off and on.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Keiran shook his head, “No. I wouldn’t want to worry you about it.”
Valencia scooted a bit closer to her dad, shoulder to shoulder, “Are you sure?”
The commander nodded, “Absolutely sure. Rest up, kiddo. We’re going to need it.”
Si vis pacem, para bellum
FebHyurary Day 10 | Freedom
FebHyurary (2022) Day IX: Cold
He hailed from the east, this warrior, this vagabond, with the snow-laden mantle, unflinching steel upon his back, and a name long discarded. Gone was the marauder’s mind, his thoughts mired in the endless pursuit of acclaim and quarry alike, his tattered soul and sanity consumed by the never-ending hunt upon the frigid, untamed wastes.
“Prey slaughtered, glory plundered.”
‘Nother quick thanks to @silvernsteel for lending a scale or two with these!
Febhyurary 10 - Freedom
"Where's Aeryn?"
"Exploring the city, I believe she said."
"All on her own?"
"Relax, Alisaie; she can more than take care of herself--and besides, she likes this point."
"Point?"
"Before anyone knows who she is or what she's capable of. Just another adventurer wandering into town, not a hero of multiple realms."
Day 10 | Freedom – #febhyurary
Febhyurary Day 10 - Freedom
Rikinosuke: (You seeing this, old man? Took 2 decades, but Ala Mhigo’s finally free…just like you imagined)
Selenio: Riki… Are you alright?
Rikinosuke: Aye. just been thinking… my old man’s somewhere grinning like a child on his nameday right now.
Selenio: Hehe, Since Ala Mhigo is now a free land, sounds appropriate. Hopefully you and him will see each other again.
Rikinosuke: *smile*
𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟷𝟷 - 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽
"A cycle newly forged," she said. Sawyer didn't know how to tell her that was not an appropriate answer to the question "Why are you following me?"
Febhyurary, Day 11 - Begin
“X’rhun is a strict teacher. I am reminded time and time again that I am but a novice some days, playing about with this sword. But he reassures me that for all my clumsy fumbling, I am progressing far better than he had anticipated. ‘Everyone begins somewhere’, he says.”
