Febhyurary (2022) | Day 6 | Footfalls

what’s going on in the critically acclaimed mmorpg final fantasy xiv

Lily Hills

Another Adventure 

Suddenly, he is seized by the urge to travel. To soar. Perhaps he cannot compass the realm as once he did─not with these aging bones─but a jaunt to the far shore of the lake should not be beyond him.

Been wanting to draw a scene like this for awhile now ever since I read his story. So here’s Seto, exploring Lakeland and chancing upon a dwarf from Watt’s Anvil.

The inherent homoeroticism of killing your enemy and immediately regretting it

How long has it been dwelling within this artifact?

Big thanks to @kollapsar for this amazing painting of my WoL and his family!!!!

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!

“Grief and rage - you need to contain that, to put a frame around it, where it can play itself out without you or your kin having to die. There is a theory that watching unbearable stories about other people lost in grief and rage is good for you - may cleanse you of your darkness.”

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

“Give me blood and rage and / a heart for horror; teach me to be / tough enough to face this world / still standing. Make a Fury of me.”

Elizabeth Hewer, from “Finding Ariadne” in Wishing for Birds

“Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.”

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

Mumford & Sons, “Lover’s Eyes”

“A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. I have a mad impulse to smash something, a warehouse, perhaps, or a cathedral, or myself,”

Herman Hesse, Steppenwolf

“…is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name?”

Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“There is love in me the likes of which you’ve never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape.”

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

“We, hurt by ourselves, keen / to be hurters and keen / to be hurt back deep inside. / We, like weapons laid / beside anger asleep.”

Rainer Maria Rilke, The Poetry of Rilke; “Antistrophes” (tr. Edward Snow)

“…she did not allow herself tears. When she did cry, she would explain her tears in this way: ‘I am not weeping, I am bursting with rage.’”

Gabriella Fiori, from Simone Weil: An Intellectual Biography

“Isn’t all that rage so ugly? / And isn’t it mine, still? / Good god, isn’t it mine?”

Ashe Vernon, from “Buried,” Not a Girl

Ada Limón, from “The Good Fight”

“What are we made of but hunger and rage?”

Anne Carson, excerpt of To Compostela