#february friday 2023

[georgiaswarr]

osemanverse + textposts (59/?)

all art by alice oseman

bringing back osemanverse as textposts for the friendship prompt of week one of @februaryfridayevents !!

[februaryfridayevents]

February Friday 2023

Hi everyone! February Friday is an event running to celebrate Radio Silence by @chronicintrovert 

This fandom event will run throughout February 2023. Every Friday will be three prompts to spark your creativity. You can pick your favourite, challenge yourself to use all three or get super creative. Anything you create would be great - art, fanfic, edits, mood boards, playlists and more! Make sure to tag @februraryfridayevents and I’ll share it.

Edit: there is also an ao3 collection to post to!

Here are the prompts:

Week 1 (Feb 3rd) - Friendship | Family | Belonging

Week 2 (Feb 10th) - Creativity | Freedom | Fashion

Week 3 (Feb 17th) - Space | Universe City | Radio

Week 4 (Feb 24th) - Minor Character | Rarepairs | Crossover

If you have any more suggestions or questions the ask box is open! 

[kippyzzworld]

Happy February Final Friday everyone ! I’ve got a big surprise, are you ready ?

Day 1 : friendship / family / belonging

Day 2 : fashion / creativity / freedom

Day 3 : Space / Radio / Universe City

Didn’t get to Day 4 but I hope you all enjoy this none the less , I love you all <3

Thank you for this amazing month of prompts and ideas @februaryfridayevents

Everyone who participated was incredible and I loved seeing everyone take part , it feels like our own little community and I think that’s really cute :))

( sorry for spam tagging lol I want this to get seen )

[al-val-meadow]

FEBRUARY FRIDAY WEEK 3 Space/Universe City/Radio

Uh oh I forgot about this. (In case you couldn’t tell the man is Daniel) @februaryfridayevents

UNIVERSE CITY

THE MAN FROM THE SKYS

EPISODE 469

Radio: Hello, I hope somebody is listening. Something… interesting happened today. Toulouse still out exploring and I believed I’d be quite lonely for a while. But… a man came out of the sky. Space. 

I was just tying my hair up as it happened. It had grown from chin length to partly down my back. I haven’t had access to scissors since Universe City has banned them. Universe City has been banning many things lately. Like puppies. How could you ban puppies? Very upsetting.

Anyways, a man came from space. Hard to explain but he did. He was firing through space as he went down. Sleeping. Very peacefully I must say. It’s unfortunate the violent crash awoke him. 

The man looked… nice? Well put together at least for someone who just shot out the sky. His brown eyes were dreary. Very tired indeed. 

As he noticed me he stood up to my level. He was slightly taller then me. A couple inches. Just a few inches taller. 

He looked confused and asked:

???: Who are you? Where am I?

Radio: I’m Radio Silence and you’re in Universe City. 

Of course that’s not what I actually said as my real name isn’t Radio. 

The man began to mutter under his breath

???: Radio radio radio. 

Radio: He kept whispering this under his breath until I interrupted him with asking for his name.

???: Dormir. I’m here for a reason and I’m not sure why? Your name sounds very familiar.

Radio: That’s odd I’m sure I’d remember a man who fell from the sky. 

Dormir: No… we’ve never met. 

Radio: He closed his dreary eyes for a good while. I even thought he might’ve fallen asleep again. As I was about to shake him he burst his eyes open.

Dormir: February! 

Radio: He passed out. I’ll have to get Toulouse to help me figure out what’s happening with Dormir.

[cannibalgh0st]

🖤

[tenebrare]

Assassins Creed -Ratonhnaké:ton // Connor Kenway sketch

It has been one year to the day, when evil reminded of its existence in Europe again. But this is not going to be remembered as day of terror, but day of freedom as it is a day, when another neighbor of the evil gained its independence. Just like evil failed then, it is going to fail again We have to believe in victory. Darkness cannot win. Happy independence day tiny Estonia. Being so close to the evil and war has changed me, people around me. Here we suddenly have less time for pseudo problems, real world did catch up with us. Universe indeed has a grim sense of humor.

I am not sad today ... Evil is not going to win. Not in this saga. - Connor sketch and variants. I had this mental image of where instead killing his father. They go for boozing and sort out their issues outside the "masters" of their factions and find blood is thicker than water and some old geezers opinions.

[maddy-ferguson]

talking to new people again is making me realize that (this is gonna sound dramatic) i haven't lived in five years but what i have done is watch a lot of movies and read a bunch of books and believe it or not that actually makes me an interesting conversationalist in some ways (?)

[samirafee]

#HAPPY FROG FRIDAY🐸❤️🐸

❤️I LOVE YOU❤️

@samirafee

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Fic: “You’re Not Alone”

read on AO3

Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Rating: E (on AO3); T (on Tumblr)

Summary: Faith accidentally gets sent to another version of Sunnydale. A really messed up Sunnydale.

for @flashfictionfridayofficial​​​​

for @femslashfeb​​​​‘s Day prompt 24 “dark”

for @febuwhump​​​​​’s Day 24 prompt “bloody clothes”

for Femslash F*ckery’s Day 24 prompt “hatef*cking”

"Oh, this…"

Faith walks straight out of the historian's office, gawking.

This… isn't Sunnydale. Or at least the Sunnydale she knows and exists in. Faith senses the tingle of dark magic. Maple Court, overflowing with the date night crowd on a Saturday, is now emptied. No working streetlights. Garbage scattered around Faith's feet, blowing away.

"You gotta be kidding me," Faith mutters aloud.

She's gonna strangle Willow. Violently.

Or… whoever the hell did this…

Faith remembers being up on the top floor, alongside the Mayor, facing off against Buffy and most of her friends. Some… some magical artifact. Faith can't remember that part. Her mind feels woozy. 

A trans-dimensional portal? Spell gone bad after cooking for too long?

Aggravated, she huffs up to the curb, and then knocked aside as a leather-dressed couple stroll by. Their arms snugly around each other.

They turn.

Faith's blood goes cold.

"You two…" she growls, menacingly cracking her knuckles. "Perfect. I needed to vent out a little aggravation."

Xander tilts his head, far too calm. And since when did he wear eyeliner?

"Look, Will," he says dully. "It wants to play."

Willow leers.

Faith's eyes dart to her cleavage practically spilling out. Damn.

"She's so pretty…"

"Pretty pissed off is what I am," Faith snaps, approaching, then lurching backwards when Willow's face vamps out. "Oh, what the SHIT—!?" 

Another person high-kicks themselves in, spinning and packing enough force in their blows to send the vampires of Buffy's old BFFs flying into the asphalt. Xander grabs onto a vamped-out Willow, hissing ferociously. He takes off.

Faith opens her mouth, then gawks. Again.

"Yes, well… very good," Giles mumbles, scrambling for the large wooden stake Buffy harshly throws at him. "It seems that your training in Cleveland has not been lacking, if anything… has your Watcher warned you about—"

"Shut up," Faith (and Buffy, at the same time) blurt out.

They glance at each other, suspicious.

"Don't tell him to shut up," Buffy says nastily, and Faith mock-laughs.

"B, you don't want any of this right now… I could tear you apart." She points to Giles. "And I'll make your little Watcher watch."

Despite the threat, neither of Faith's enemies seem concerned.

"… she's like Cordelia," Giles concludes, eerily knowing.

Buffy warily crosses her arms.

"Guess you were right about how things are supposed to be different, Jeeves…" she monotones.

Faith shakes her head, scowling.

"Would any of you chuckleheads mind EXPLAINING?"

*

They do.

Well, this universe's version of Giles does.

Faith half-listens, gazing up while Buffy prowls the downstairs of Giles' apartment. She didn't expect Buffy to look or act the same… except Faith did. 

There's no cheerful smile, or quips, or Buffy-esque levels of blind faith optimism.

"So… the Master never dies," Faith repeats. "I'm not called."

Giles hums.

"That appears to be correct, yes."

"Fantastic."

"Miss Summers," Giles addresses her, nodding. "I contact the others. Would you mind staying here with, erm, her?"

Buffy shrugs again, not answering, and he must be taking that as a yes—Faith sees him head out the door. "What's your problem, B? Huh? I've never seen you act that coldly to your Watcher before."

"He's not my Watcher." Buffy's eyes narrow. "And stop calling me that."

Faith smirks, tossing aside a couch-cushion while getting nearer.

"Whaddya gonna do about it? Huh?"

Buffy gets into Faith's face this time, glaring. But she's not making any moves. 

Faith keeps a hand on her own belt, within reach of her new favorite dagger, and doesn't move either. She wants to revel in Buffy's darkness. The thing that was always there and that Buffy denied she had like Faith had. 

But… a part of Faith can't. There's nothing in Buffy's eyes. No emotion. She's shut off like Faith had been after her first human kill.

Faith clears her throat, glancing down to Buffy's grey tank-top.

"That your blood?" she rasps.

And, no, Faith isn't concerned by asking…

(Even if she is. It's like a bad habit. It's like trying to quit smoking, and by the next night, Faith savors the cigarette on her lips.)

"Couldn't save someone. It is what it is," Buffy speaks like she's been numbed on the inside. "We fight, we die."

Faith thumbs a bloodstain, curling her hand around the hem of Buffy's ruined top and yanking a little. "You'd make a great motivational speaker…"

Buffy snorts, her nostrils flaring.

No, it happened—Buffy did smile, Faith thinks, amused. A crappy-looking smile, but it was a smile.

"Faith, has anyone ever told you… how much of a bitch you are?"

"Only in bed," Faith says sneering, tapping her nose affectionately against Buffy's. She ducks a grab, and then twists Buffy's arm, yanking again. Mouths crash together. Faith moans, grabbing tightly onto Buffy, feeling the other Slayer's hands in Faith's hair. There's no getting enough of her.

*

Magic crackles underneath Faith's skin.

She disappears and reappears in the historian's office with no Mayor in sight.

Faith holds in the urge to strangle.

"You gotta be kidding me…"

[noidol-nolife]

FRIDAY(フライデー) 2023年2/10号 (2023/1/27)

‘’センチメンタルな素肌’’ 黒嵜菜々子 (Peel the Apple)

[forabeatofadrum]

February Friday Event - Week 1

Summary: Frances isn’t lonely.

Notes: Look, it is past midnight here. Happy first Friday of February, aka the first day of @februaryfridayevents! I will write some small snippets for this challenge and here is the first one.

AO3

--

Friendship | Family | Belonging

Frances never thought she was lonely.

Why would she be?

She had friends at secondary school. People knew of her. Sure, Frances was never the most popular girl in school, but she was never truly alone.

But not being alone doesn’t mean not being lonely.

Frances meets up with her friends. They’re all visiting Aled and Carys. Aled moved in with Carys in Carys’s building after a room became available. After all, he’s never going back to their mother. He now makes Universe City from this place. Frances is taking a gap year, since she wants to go to art school, but she needs to work on a portfolio.

This also makes it possible to visit people she loves. This makes her reflect on her life. Now that she is surrounded by Aled, Dae-Sung, Carys and Raine, she realises that she has never felt like this before. She has never felt this sense of belonging.

It’s not a sad realisation. She was never sad back at school. It was good, but this is better. Frances had friends in school, but now she has a family.

Frances watches how everyone interacts and how happy everyone is. She sits back in her seat with a smile on her face. She isn’t lonely, not anymore, and with these people at her side, she might never be again.

[femslash-friday-prompts]

[ID: Top down view of twenty heart-shaped sugar cookies with some only partly visible. They lie on a plain white surface. They are decorated in a variety of styles with pastels, pinks and bright red icing. Styles of icing include lattice, hearts and squiggles, X's and O's, stripes and dots, plaid. Two say 'hugs and kisses', another 'forever' and a third only partly visible says 'u always.' /END ID]

Prompt for - Friday 17th February 2023 (moved from the 10th)

This week’s Femslash Friday word prompt is: icing

[februaryfridayevents]

Thank you!

Thank you to everyone who participated in the first ever February Friday! Everyone who created art, wrote fic and shared their creation for this event was so talented and lovely! You can catch up on all of them in this blog! 

There might be another event next year so keep following the blog for updates. 

Thank you again!

[seniouesbabes]

Lily Maymac 🌸🍒💋🌸 Eating my heart out in NYC 😋

[al-val-meadow]

FEBRUARY FRIDAY WEEK 1: FRIENDSHIP FAMILY BELONGING

Not proof read. TW is what’s in the train scene in radio silence. Everything else is pretty wholesome. They’re OOC which I might rewrite later to make it better. @februaryfridayevents

Aled Last he/they headcanon. Also I feel like they’d use mr and not mx just cause they like the word more

AUGUST ? 2014

Aled Last has only ever belonged in a couple places. In the Paris squad he belonged… though they don’t really know anything about him. He belonged with Daniel. He belonged with Universe City. His small audience loved him. Would they still love him if they knew who he really was? Would they love him if he wasn’t Radio Silence.

He doubted it. He didn’t belong. Not with his mother. Not in the school once his friends left. Not with Ca-… February. Not in university when he left Daniel and Frances behind. He was holding Frances hand as he watched his mother go off on the train. Frances grip tightened as her tears filled her eyes. 

Aled found tears in his eyes too. He dropped his luggage and embraced her in a hug. 

“God I missed you,” he heard Frances whisper. “We all missed you.”

“I missed you guys too.”

Daniel, Carys, and Raine came through the ticket gate. Frances guesses that they paid for tickets as the ticket gate man was no longer yelling. They ran over to Aled. Daniel most definitely wasn’t crying. Carys and Raine actually weren’t crying.

Frances broke the hug and Daniel and Aled stared at each other. 

“Are you ok?” Daniel asked.

Aled normally would’ve responded with a yeah. It was easy to see though, from his eye bags and messy hair. “To be honest, not really.” Carys pat his back, Raine nodded, and Dan hugged him. Huh. He’d be getting a lot of hugs. Aled Last loved his friends.

JUNE 1 2015

The Paris squad was going to pride. It’s been a while since they’ve all hung out. Most of them have been busy with university and Aled had been working in his mental health. The rest of the squad were going to meet Dae-Sung today. Frances was going to come, but her plane was delayed. Raine was driving with Carys up front with Dae-Sung and Aled in the back. Dae-Sung was on his phone most of the ride. Aled hoped the ride could be over. He had only talked to Charlie, Nick, and Sahar. Samar wasn’t able to make it though. The rest of them would be there though. He was so excited! It would’ve been better if Frances were there. Not much he could do about that though. 

He was listening to the latest Universe City episode. He was proud of this one. Radio had found a secret entrance and that’s how the episode ended. He didn’t send the script to Frances for this one so she sent him 538 texts in the course of 5 minutes. He didn’t check his phone for 5 minutes. And five minutes is how long it took to get to pride.

There were concession stands with flags, shirts, and various other items. “Radio” was due to make a speech later during the day. Aled wasn’t as nervous as he should’ve been. That’s fine. He’ll be fine. After all he practically ran out the car. Dae-Sung grinned at him. 

“Where are we meeting your friends?” Carys asked.

Aled checked his phone, “They’re, oh they’re right there.” Elle frantically pulled at Tao’s sleeve then waved. Charlie, Nick, Tara, and Darcy looked around to see what the commotion was about and they waved him over. Except for Darcy. Darcy sprinted over and lifted Aled up of course.

“Hey, Aled!” She exclaimed as the others came other.

“Hi… Darcy I can’t breathe.”

“Sorry!” She out him down and hugged him again, not as tightly. The others all had their hugs and frantic taking.

“You’re hair looks great!”

“How’s college been?”

“Why didn’t tell me you ran Universe City? It’s one of my favorite podcasts!”

Dae-Sung, Carys, and Raine all stood off to the side. Raine went off somewhere as she saw her girlfriend. Carys then went… somewhere. Better not to question it.

Eventually Dae-Sung was noticed and Charlie asked, “Are you Daniel?”

Dae-Sung responded, “Yeah, I go by Dae-Sung now though. Daniel was my English-ized name.”

“Oh, alright then,” Charlie replied. They all introduced themselves.

Elle handed everybody some Egyptian food she herself made. “I’ve been learning how to cook.”

Eventually Tara asked,“Wanna go to the shops?” Everybody agreed. However, Dae-Sung just nodded as he looked at his phone. 

As they walked Aled whispered to Dae-Sung, “You good?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” He questioned.

“You seem a bit distracted.”

Dae-Sung smiled, “Trust me! I’m ok. See! Phone in pocket.” Phone was in pocket. 

They caught up to the Paris Squad. Charlie started cackling. “Bi rugby jersey for Nick?”

There was a bi rugby hoodie for Nick. Nick laughed, “Oh god no! I’d look horrible! Besides you’d just steal it.”

“No I wouldn’t!” Charlie exclaimed. 

All of a sudden Aled was full of panic. Someone had just jumped on him and he yelped. Something wrapped around him.

“Surprise!” The person yelled. “Also you should totally buy me the bi rugby jersey.”

Aled turned his head. Long curly hair tied up in the heat. “Frances!” He yelled.

“Hell yeah, we’re great at surprises,” she said. She got down from his back but kept the thing wrapped around him. It was a demisexual flag. It was bigger then Aled.

“Wait! I thought you couldn’t come? And we? What do you mean we?” Aled rambled. The Paris Squad was smiling at them.

“Well, I am a great boyfriend with great surprises,” Dae-Sung said. That he was.

“I couldn’t miss your big pride speech either,” Frances said. He hugged her again. Carys came back and gave Aled 100 pounds. 

“Wait where the hell did you get this?” Aled asked.

“You don’t want to know.”

He didn’t press any further. 

The day was fun. Tao ended up actually taking his beanie off which was a shocker. Elle found a new dress in the trans flag colors. Darcy and Tara ended up dancing against Charlie and Nick. It was bad. Aled, Dae-Sung, and Frances got churros. Raine came back with her girlfriend and soon enough it was Aled’s speech.

He got up on stage. Demisexual flag still wrapped around his shoulders and yelled out, “Hello! I hope somebody is listening.” His family in the front of the crowd.

JUNE 30 2023

Aled Last was the one who proposed to Dae-Sung. Shocker huh? Dae-Sung would’ve done it if he wasn’t worried that Aled didn’t actually want it. Aled knew they wanted to get married to Dae-Sung. They definitely weren’t getting married on the last day of June just so they could say. “We got married on the Last of Jun.” He didn’t regret getting married on a specific day so they could make a joke together for the rest of their lives. Although, he was mildly regretting letting his friends give speeches with a slideshow presentation. They had a lot of pictures. It was only Frances, the Paris Squad, Carys, Raine, and Dae-Sung’s friends he made during university. They actually went to Truman: Sai, Christian, and Otis.

Unfortunately Frances, Carys, and Raine were giving their speech together. Aled’s face was pinker then his hair. He look over at Dae-Sung who kept laughing at the stories. Aled thought he was gorgeous. His best friend and him were married. Their suit was white and he somehow didn’t get it stained. Aled grinned but was quickly taken out of the reality with only their husband in it with Carys telling the story of his favorite teddy bear. Dae-Sung knew of it of course. They still had it. Paris Squad didn’t need to know though.

Such a traumatizing night. Most wedding Aled went to they didn’t open the gifts during the wedding. However, Tara and Darcy did. Then Tao and Elle. Even Sai and his wife did. It was a Paris Squad tradition Aled and Dae-Sung weren’t gonna break. 

Elle and Tao gave Egyptian food which Aled would’ve married her for (platonically.)

Aled was about to grab Frances when Dae-Sung said, “No! Let’s open hers last.”

He skeptically looked at him, “Do you know something I don’t?”

“Yes, many things actually.”

Aled shushed him and laughed. Tara and Darcy both pitched in and bought an embarrassingly large blanket that said, “Mr and Mr Last Jun.”

“It cost 300 pounds,” Darcy informed.

“Sorry?” Dae-Sung exclaimed. 

“Better not to question it,” Aled replied.

Charlie gave a bunch of books which was much appreciated. Nick gave them… gay rugby jerseys. 

“I’ll wear it every day,” Aled said.

Sai got them a two hundred dollar gift card for a fancy restaurant, which they tried to give back but we’re denied. Christian gave a photo of drunk university Dae-Sung. Otis gave a video with drunk Dae-Sung talking about how much he loved Aled. Dae-Sung’s face was so red it was surprising he didn’t explode.

It was Aled’s turn to blush as Carys gave framed drunk Aled picture and Raine ranting about color theory and somehow went into talking about Dae-Sung.

Sahar on the other hand gave a sweet little craft wishing them luck in their marriage. That left Frances.

Dae-Sung insisted on Aled to unwrap Frances gift. He supposed it made sense as Frances was his best friend (other then Dae-Sung), but it looked like everybody else knew something that Aled didn’t. It was a small gift. An envelope actually. Aled looked up as everyone watched expectantly. They knew something. 

Aled carefully opened the envelope to find a letter. 

“Read it out!” Darcy yelled.

They cleared their throat, “Dear Mr. Aled Last, we would like to offer you a show-.” Aled stopped. “Is this a prank?” They muttered.

“I’d never do that,” Frances smiled.

Aled whispered, “Offer you a show for your podcast Universe City.” They were ready to cry.

“You may fully influence the show and make sure it’s perfect for you and in your best interests.”

“Yes,” Dae-Sung started, “we all hid this from you. Are you gonna accept the offer?”

Aled Last Jun smiled, “Yes.” They truly belonged.

[cannibalgh0st]

🩵🩶💙🤍