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I have a folder called Time is a Flat Circle in which I collect evidence of humanity. Here is most of them.

[ren-frost]

I have a folder called Time is a Flat Circle in which I collect evidence of humanity. Here is most of them.

[ren-frost]

Usually broake but if I can get this out to anyone I'll consider it a victory

in the latest cyber-news: the internet archive has lost their case against 4 major publishing houses (verge article). they’re going to appeal, but this is still a bad outcome. the fate of the internet is currently hanging in the balance because 4 multibillionare publishing groups missed out on like $15 of combined revenue during the pandemic because of the archive’s online library service. it’s so fucking stupid.

for those who don’t know what the internet archive is, it’s a virtual library full of media. books, magazines, recordings, visuals, flash games, websites - a lot of these things either don’t exist anymore or cannot be found & bought. heard of the wayback machine? that’s part of the internet archive. it is the most important website to exist, and i don’t say that lightly. if the internet archive goes down, the cultural loss will be immeasurable.

so how can you help?

boycott the publishing companies involved in this. they’re absolute ghouls, frankly, and don’t deserve a penny. the companies involved are harpercollins (imprints), wiley (imprints), penguin random house llc (imprints), and hachette book group (imprints). make sure the websites are set to your location as it may differ worldwide.

learn to torrent. download a torrent client (i recommend transmission), a vpn (i recommend protonvpn - sign up and choose the area that’s closest to your continent/country), and hit up /r/piracy on reddit for websites. with torrenting, you can get (almost) any media you want for free in high quality, with add-ons such as subtitles, and with no risks of loss. i would also recommend getting into the habit of watching stuff online for free. the less you can pay to a giant corporation, the better.

get into the habit of downloading and archiving materials. find a TB external hard drive, ideally the higher the better. it’ll probably cost around $60 for 1TB and continue to go up, but they’re so so useful. if you can’t afford a drive, look for any GB harddrives or memory sticks you have lying around and just fill them up. videos, pdfs, magazines, songs, movies, games - anything you can rip and download and fit on there, do it, because nothing is permanent.

donate to the internet archive. this is the most important option on the list. the IA relies entirely on funding, and it’s going to need more to fight this case. whatever you can donate, do it. i promise it’s helpful.

and finally…

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“Please, let him be soft. I know you made him with gunmetal bones and wolf’s teeth. I know you made him to be a warrior a soldier a hero. But even gunmetal can warp and even wolf’s teeth can dull and I do not want to see him break the way old and worn and overused things do. I do not want to see him go up in flames the way all heroes end up martyrs. I know that you will tell me that the world needs him. The world needs his heart and his faith and his courage and his strength and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his– The world needs anything he will give them. Damn the world, and damn you too. Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him, damn anyone that ever took anything from him, damn anyone that ever prayed to his name. You know that he will give them everything until there is nothing left of him but the imprint of dust where his feet once trod. You know that he will bear the world like Atlas until his shoulders collapse and his knees buckle and he is crushed by all he used to carry. Dear God, you have already made an Atlas. You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules. You have already made so many heroes, and you can make another again. You can have your pick of heroes. So please, I beg you– he is all that I have, and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more. Let him be soft, and let him be mine.”

— Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )

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on soulmates

f. scott fitzgerald / friedrich nietzsche / florence and the machine / andrea dworkin / kiersten white / euripides / audre lorde / phillip pullmann / bob hicok

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Legendary weapons always change form to reflect their user regardless of their original designs, with common forms in the past being swords of pure light, spears of diamond and bows of pure gold. The man before you has a rusty butter knife, but it emanates an unmistakable aura of power

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That feel when you go to Balmung to do a little glamour shopping and @aidan-khontus dotes on you, killing you instantly

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ᴜɴᴀꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ This blade is made out of pure, hardened crystals. Volatile, and pulsing with life. The aether within it feels like it’s your own. An extention of your soul. If such is the case, then it’s capable of being manipulated. A myriad of memories and emotions making it take a new shape. As our experiences shape ourselves. Yet it’s as strong as a regular blade, and equally unremarkable. When left unaspected to the elements.

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Prompt 19: Where the heart is

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“I’m home!” “Oh! Welcome home, Rennie!” Nuri’s voice as always a welcome sound whenever ren approached his guildhall in the Lavender Beds. While the location of the hall proper didn’t really cause many clients to come through in person. the wandering nature of the Dawn Brigade’s members usually meant that work was in no short supply, leaving the mansion more a place to come back to after a hard week or so of work. “You look beat. Out in the Diadem again?” She asked as he stepped under the stone arch that marked the entrance into their yard. “Yeah. It wasn’t too bad though. Got a lot of materials for my troubles, i came to drop them off for the crafters to use in the restoration; give the journeymen some practice.” Renard replied.  “ I was just about to step inside and make some grub before sleeping for a bit.” The Miqo’te shook her head, her pink locks bouncing a bit.  “You’ve been out there for the past two weeks, you’ll do no such thing.” she chided. “C’mon Nuri. I’m fine, honest.” “Hmmm.. alright, you’ve convin- No. Go inside. wash all that sky dust off you, and relax a bit. I’ll let the others know you’re here.” “But... I’m hungry.” “If you’re good I’ll bake you something, I got a bushel of rolanberries from some farm i chased bandits off of the other day.” she said, delighting in the way those odd-colored eyes lit up at the prospect. “Well... if you put it that way. I guess a soak would help with the aches.” “There’s a lad. The sooner you get going, the sooner I can get started.” With a sheepish grin, Renard pushed open the doors to the almost comically large house. “I’m home!”

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Prompt 15: Ache

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“It never gets easier... Does it, Father?”

Tobias regarded the his son, the hulking hrothgar that was easily twice the Garelan’s size his maine billowing in the bitter Coerthan wind. He pulled his coat a little tighter around himself as he turned his gaze to the grand view of Foundation before them. It was a great spot for a grave, all things considered. Tobias had spotted his son walking about while in his asylum in the observatorium and struck up a chat with him to learn he had come here on some sort of business. “So... No rest for the just, yes?” He had said. “I’m not foolish enough to think myself just, father. I can only hope in the end history sees me that way.” “ A very fair observation. and one that’s rather unlike you. Are you feeling okay, Ren? You should probably take a small hiatus. I’m sure Eorzea can go a week without imploding in your absence” “I am... There’s presently no crisis that demands my immediate attention.” “Then...” “I mean.. i -do- have business here.. but not in the traditional sense...” “I can see that.” “I Come here to give thanks to someone who believed in me when the world thought me naught but a threat someone who told me to smile no matter how bad it got. Like so many others, their belief in me was so great, that they offered their life in place of my own.. something i can never hope to repay.” Tobias was silent As Ren had laid a small plant arrangement,tied together with a white ribbon.  Sweet Pea, Mint, and a single white lily. “Rest in peace.” Tobais remarked. “The Ishgardians have been sharing their culture more freely i see.” Ren replied. “Thanks to you and your friends.” “Father... I feel foolish for asking this... but... Is there a way to blunt this pain? to shake off this ache that feels like a burr in the center of my chest?” “You cannot... you can only learn to recognize it, and welcome it as an old friend when it comes... it will always hurt. You will always miss them.” “ i... I know...” “But a thing that does help is not shouldering this alone... Come.. Let us pray together... They must have meant a lot to you.” Renard barely felt the tears falling form his face as he nodded. Together, the two knelt and clasped thier hands.

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Prompt 12: Tooth and Nail

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Ren let out a roar as he charged the imperial wave, causing a worried clamor to rise among the troops.

His crystal weapon flashed as it changed shape time and again, an axe to cleave entire squads, a light spear to take out the artillery, leaping from position to position and affording the alliance some miniscule advance.

A moment more and it flashed into a staff as his foes burned and froze in a cavalcade of Elemental Fury.

"He's Broken their ranks, charge!"

The Sapphire beast? Full retreat! Make a stand at the next ridge!

Renard sighed and turned back as his allies rushed past to claim their ground. He felt this was starting to get to him

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Prompt 11: Ultracrepidarian

@eorzean-capitalist @ffxiv-writers @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast “This war could just be over if you took your fight to Garlemald.. Unless of course....”

Gods, he wanted that sentence to stop being said. Feckless people who thought he still had loyalties to the empire after everything he had done. Ren had long accepted that he cannot please everyone, but that did not make the skeptics’ barbs sting any less. He turned to go. “Hey! I’m talking to-” Ren’s body reacted to the hand on his shoulder almost before he felt it, the roegadyn male stunned speechless at the massive slab of honed crystal at his neck held effortlessly in one hand by the hrothgar, his lips curled back and fangs exposed.  Insulting him was one thing. touching him was quite another.  “If you think one man can do it...” he spat. “ go on ahead.. Ghymlit’s that way... tell the guards the Warrior sent you on a special errand. i’m sure they’ll let you through And you can proclaim war on garlemald. See how deep you can get before you’re gunned down. Unless, of course....” Renard spot and  returned his weapon to it’s normal form, turning to go home

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Prompt 9: Lush

@ffxiv-writers @eorzean-capitalist @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

The brilliant flower fields of Il mehg certainly did much to hide the land's sinister secrets, but for Ren, who had no reason to fear the denizens or the wildlife. They were a comforting place, a land of deep, clear lakes and waving, prismatic fields. It was easy to forget a fallen kingdom existed beneath those waters.

He looked to his love as the just sat in silence and enjoyed the view of the winged castle sat upon its moat.

Sometimes the best memories don't really have any action in them.

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Prompt 8: Clamor

@eorzean-capitalist @ffxiv-writers @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast Ren grunted as the shell misfired, causing the poor Hrothgar to be launched back., the manatrigger tumbling from his fingers as he slid along the ground.

“rngh…… Traitor…” He said to the crystalline weapon twinkling in the sunlight. Fractal, of course, bore no response being an ‘inanimate’ object. and bore no complaint as it was picked up, flicked open, and reloaded with a new set of cartridges that were more like crystal rods before being snapped shut and brought into the ready stance again. Ren.. was not having an easy time with the gunblade. Despite it being an Ancestral weapon, and his gift for quick mastery. it seemed a weapon he was ‘meant to wield’ was keeping its secrets from him. His weapon preferring its simpler forms. It was a definitely a far cry from his rapier, despite the similar premise of a mix of swordplay and sorcery. Ren took a deep breath and tried to remember what he had learned from the books Tobias had given him. the blade whistling through the air as he practiced in the guildhall’s front yard, raising a clamor of thwacks and gunshots as he went to town on one of their sturdier training dummies. “Blasting Zo-” Renard was once again flung back as the shell misfired, but he managed to keep on a grip to his weapon this time at least, casting an annoyed glance up at the sky. “ I think… I need to find a teacher….”

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Prompt 6: Wings

@eorzean-capitalist @ffxiv-writers @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast CW: Blood, Body Horror, Spoilers for Shadowbringers MSQ “Get.. back....”  Ren warned as he doubled over. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

His head was threatening to split as his his visioned burned white and his ears began to ring with an intensity he didn’t think possible. An attempt at last words instead resulted in a torrent of luminous blood that spattered to the ground. “Run...” He begged as the flesh along his shoulder blades split open, a pair of crystalline wings flexing and beating amidst the blinding light erupting from his body and the blood flecking the walls. This isn’t right... He thought as his claws began to lengthen, and his fur became stark white.   This can’t be happening. It wasn’t supposed to- He looked up as the others readied their weapons instead. Amaurot’s oceanic ceiling churned wildly with the coming storm, turning normally calming scintillation into something sickly and foreign, a baleful scrawl across the city walls. “Ren...”

He begged his body to stay still as his vision washed out, tried to force some semblance of control to delay the unthinkable He felt himself begin to float. But his body still felt so heavy. Had he really changed that much? What of him was left? “Ren...” The endless white was blinding. He felt his mind begin to slip. it was all he could do to think “Please... Please let them be strong enough to kill me.” “Ren!” Darkness and clarity came with the suddenness of a blow to the gut. He panted and darted his head around, hoping to find something anything.. where was he who- His eyes finally focused to see Falx’s green eye peering at him with a look of concern... concern and understanding. It wasn’t often, but this dream still happened from time to time. “ It’s okay.. You’re alright...” Ren’s eyes immediately swam with tears as they darted towards each other and embraced. Falx’s hands gently rubbing the taller hrothgar’s back to ease his worries and try to guide him through his heaving breaths and the jolting swells of his sobs. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. But he knew it helped. “It’s all still here...”