#rane

[lifeinbooks]

Bilo je vreme da rana koja krvari, postane ožiljak, a ožiljak lekcija.

[neopronouns]

flag id: two images of the same flag with 5 stripes, which are angled so that they go from the lower left side of the flag to the upper right. each stripe is scalloped, made up of rounded portions that meet in a downwards point. they are brown-black, very dark dull purple, medium dark faded purple, dull light yellow-green, and cream. the left flag has a brown-black symbol in the center, which is shaped like a spiderweb at the outer edges, but has the spiderweb pattern replaced with a spiral on the inside. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

wevaranet: a neogender umbrella for terms conceptually related to the web from 'the magnus archives'

[pt: wevaranet: a neogender umbrella for terms conceptually related to the web from 'the magnus archives'. end pt]

concepts included under wevaranet:

manipulation, lies, control, being controlled, controlling others, etc. (especially without the victim knowing)

being trapped without your knowledge

spiders, spiderwebs, and web patterns

marionettes/puppets on strings

hypnosis, enthrallment, enticement, etc.

addiction

secret plans/schemes (especially behind the scenes and wide-reaching)

tape recorders

derived terms:

rane: a wevaranet person. plural is ranae.

weben: a wevaranet gender. plural is webens.

wvin: wevaranet-in-nature (ex: wvingender)

wevarine: having wevaranet qualities. noun form is wevaranity.

transwevarine: transitioning towards wevarinity/a wevaranet identity. can be shortened to transwev.

netaeic: gender alignment to wevaranet/wevarinity

day 14 of @radiomogai’s 1k coining event, ‘the web’! there wasn't a web neogender umbrella, so i figured why not coin one? i'll post flags for wvin(gender), transwev, and netaeic soon!

the term (and derived terms) comes from 'weven' (middle english for 'to weave'), 'araneae' (order made up of spiders), and 'marionette'.

the flag is supposed to sort of look like a spiderweb without having a ton of tiny lines everywhere, since i didn't want it to be super cluttered, and uses colors i associate with the web and its connected concepts. here's the template if anyone wants to coin webens!

the symbol is a spiderweb with a spiral on the inside to represent manipulation of the mind! here's the symbol by itself:

[image id: a brown-black symbol in the center, which is shaped like a spiderweb at the outer edges, but has the spiderweb pattern replaced with a spiral on the inside. a blank image is next to that image so that it doesn't take up the whole width of the post. end id.]

tags: @liom-archive, @macchiane, @genderstarbucks, @sugar-and-vice-mogai, @freezingnarc | dni link

[stavr0no]

never ever ever ever ever swap your drawing's faces with another

[scuddle-bubble101]

How has the Cheeto boi been btw?

(No I did not forget their name, what are you talking about >.>;)

"U-Uh. W-well I fell but I-.... I'm not sure where I am yet..."

(Well, he's alive :D!)

[bakubakunyanyaa]

just a redraw of my pfp

[floretspell]

rane

wevaranet (general) term

[goverment-mandated-femslash]

Today's government mandated femslash couple of the day is

Eurus and Rane!

[deepsea-kinniies]

This is a long post but I don't CARE all in one baby

[musicmags]

[incurablestyle]

Rane Pallas; college-dropout, monster hunter, and cursed swordswoman

My baby finally has a ref sheet! It only took... 2 years to draw this! Rane is the first D&D5e character I made by myself and she holds a very special place in my heart. She is a hexblade warlock who made a deal with the creature known as Leshrun, an unknown entity within a rapier, which is the legendary sword of the Swords Coast. Rane was drawn to find Leshrun, although she does not know why.

Leshrun cursed Rane as part of their deal, trying to slowly corrupt her and take her body for reasons she does not know. And after adventuring with Leshrun for many years, Rane furthered her deal, swearing to become his paladin as well. Rane's curse does not spread with time, but with her actions. When her actions align with Leshrun's twisted desires, which often involve crime, deception, and greed, the mark with grow. As her curse grows, it effects Rane's psyche as well, aligning her thoughts closer to that of Leshrun's. Leshrun actively talks to her in her head, so her thoughts are almost never her own. The two have an odd almost sibling-like relationship.

Rane is proud, vain, charismatic, and compassionate. She lives to protect the innocent and to vanquish evil. Despite this, she is also naive to a fault, a bit unlucky, and tends to get stuck in sticky situations.

I have more information of her on her toyhouse but it is currently being re-vamped so not all the information on it is accurate.

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[starwarstoxicfemslash]

hi. have you ever considered rane lady macbething eurus. like i feel like the internal politics of the coven had to be fucking wildd

ouhggh... women pushing each other into action... washing each others hands of each other...... fighting each other, forgetting the advancing enemy outside

[lifeinbooks]

nekad je ljubav samo izgovor za sve rane koje su godinama nastajale.

[neopronouns]

flag id: five flags with 6 stripes. the top flag's stripes are purple, dull light purple, cream, light orange, red, and near-black. the middle left flag's stripes are brown, caramel brown, cream, pale warm purple, dull light purple, and purple. the middle right flag's stripes are red, orange, very light green, dull light purple, indigo, and near-black. the bottom left flag's stripes are red, orange, yellow, soft green, medium light indigo, and indigo. the bottom right flag's stripes are very dark purple, dark indigo, dull orange, very dark dull purple, near-black, and black.

each flag has a symbol in its top left corner. the top flag has a symbol of a simple humanoid figure with its arms out and legs apart, which is near-black with a cream outline. the middle left flag has a symbol of a puppet on strings, which is purple with a cream outline. the middle right flag has a symbol of a rod-arm puppet, which is near-black with a very light green outline. the bottom left flag has a symbol of a hand puppet of a bear, which is indigo with a yellow outline. the bottom right flag has a symbol of a shadow puppet of a dog, which is black with a dull orange outline. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

puppet string puppet | rod puppet hand puppet | shadow puppet

puppet: one who presents in a wevarine way

string puppet: one who presents in a wevarine and feminine way or whose presentation is feminine in a wevarine way

rod(-arm) puppet: one who presents in a wevarine and masculine way or whose presentation is masculine in a wevarine way

hand puppet: one who presents in a wevarine and neutral way or whose presentation is neutral in a wevarine way

shadow puppet: one who presents in a wevarine and gender nonconforming way or whose presentation is gender nonconforming in a wevarine way

[pt: puppet: one who presents in a wevarine way

string puppet: one who presents in a wevarine and feminine way or whose presentation is feminine in a wevarine way

rod(-arm) puppet: one who presents in a wevarine and masculine way or whose presentation is masculine in a wevarine way

hand puppet: one who presents in a wevarine and neutral way or whose presentation is neutral in a wevarine way

shadow puppet: one who presents in a wevarine and gender nonconforming way or whose presentation is gender nonconforming in a wevarine way. end pt]

wevaranet presentation terms in the style of various other neogender umbrella presentation terms (ex: these techrobai presentations, these kenochoric presentations)!

i based the terms on types of puppets. here are the symbol sources: puppet, string puppet, rod puppet (edited by me), hand puppet, and shadow puppet (edited by me)!

tags: @radiomogai, @liom-archive, @macchiane, @genderstarbucks, @sugar-and-vice-mogai

tags cont: @p-rtyboy, @pawsibell, @dragonpride17, @en8y, @presentationflag-archive

dni link

[noregretsjustlovely]

I re-read the fic ‘Dalton’ by CP Coulter every year, usually starting in November-December. I just finished up and I’m dyyinngggg for an update. An update I’ve been wanting for a decade.

I had a literal aneurism when CP Coulter started posting again on Tumblr, promising to update. I hadn’t been on tumblr in yeaarrssssss and I just so happened to check in on her page one day and had a meltdown! It’s been quiet for almost two years now, but I’m still hoping and waiting for her return. <3

So here’s just a small piece that I was dying to write because Reed and Shane are my all time favorite pairing of ALL TIME! So this is another version of Kurt trying to help Reed figure it out.

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The bristles of the paint brush slid across the canvas, lopping at the end, leaving behind a dark, delicate curl of hair. The artist pulled his brush back, scrutinizing his work. His lips pursed and his brows scrunched as he gazed at the piece of artwork, searching for what was missing. To anyone else, this picture would have looked complete, but to Reed Van Kamp, it was not. Because, well…

He could never finish.

He let out a frustrated breath, pushing his supplies away and crossing his arms. “Having a moment?” He could hear the amusement in his roommates voice.

“Please, Kurt, I’m already struggling.” His strawberry curls fell around his porcelain, freckled face as he dropped his head, shaking it slightly. “Why can’t I stop?”

“Stop what?” Kurt asked. “Stop painting him? Or stop failing to paint him?”

“Stop thinking about him.” Reed whispered. Kurt tried to suppress a smile, failing only slightly. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

“You’re falling in love, I think.” The countertenor answered from where he was proofreading an essay for the 10th time. Professor Murdoch would never be able to fail this one.

“Kurt, don’t say things like that!” Reed flailed so hard, he almost sent himself off the edge of the stool he sat upon. “I don’t even think I’m…gay. Or at least, I’ve never thought about it!”

Kurt let out a breath through his nose, noting his place in the essay and pushing his chair back from the desk. He strutted over to Reed, grabbing his wrist and yanking him to the artist’s plush white bed. Reed stumbled on the way, falling onto the bed with an “oof.”

“Reed,” Kurt gave him a stern look as he pulled him upright. “Have you ever actually thought about anything? Like being straight, I mean,” the diva clarified. “Have you ever been attracted to a girl?” Reed was silent for several seconds. Kurt waited patiently, knowing the answer.

“Well…not exactly, I guess?” The small artist finally relented. “I’ve grown up watching the most gorgeous women strut down runways and model for magazines, and I’ve always been able to acknowledge that, of course. But, I guess I’ve never thought anything other than that. That they look good in the designer clothes.” He sighed and fell backwards on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge. “It’s just…scary. I’ve never had someone so openly…taken with me?”

Kurt snorted. “‘Taken’ is the understatement of the century. Shane literally worships the ground you walk on. When you’re within a mile of him, his eyes never leave your direction.” He patted Reed on the knee. “I know it’s confusing and stressful for you, Reed, trust me, I do. But no one is expecting or forcing you to make any decisions. Even Shane. He may be hoping and praying and pleading to the heavens, but he would never pressure you into an answer or reciprocation. Time is all yours, my fellow fashionista.” He glanced over at his best friend, who had his face hidden behind the arm draped over his head. “I do think, however, that you should seriously consider trying to figure it out soon, though. I can see how much this is bothering you. We will all love and support whichever decision you make. Do you want me to ask Blaine to have Shane back off?”

A small spasm caused the bed to shake slightly. “I’ll take that as a ‘no?’” Kurt smirked, enjoying the color making its way to Reed’s face. “Okay, let’s get real here. Do you think he’s cute?”

“Kurt-“ Reed groaned, pulling his arm from his face and glaring at the ceiling.

“Answer the question, Reed. Stop being such a drama queen.”

“…” Kurt could hear Reed grumble a quiet response.

“Reed! Sit up and answer me right now, or I’ll take the tweedles’ zombie apocalypse baseball bat to your brand new art supplies!” Reed shot straight up, staring wide eyed at Kurt.

“…you wouldn’t.” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. His roommate just raised a delicate eyebrow at him, poker face strong.

“Would you like to test that theory?” Reed wasn’t sure that he did. He saw Kurt destroy Tabitha without even breaking a sweat. “Now, do you, Reed Van Kamp, think that Shane Anderson is cute?”

Absentmindedly, Reed was tinkering with the ring that hung around his neck as he glanced over to the abandoned painting. His eyes traced over the perfect details of the subject’s face. Every laughter line and every smooth curl of his brunette hair. He lingered on the swirls of green in the eyes that he had memorized and he almost smiled. “He’s beautiful.”

Kurt’s eyebrows shot up. “Like runway model beautiful? Or like you’re falling in love beautiful?” Read glared at him, but he was failing at fighting the grin that began to grace his face. “Noted.” Kurt laughed. “So, what does anything else matter, then? You don’t need to label yourself, Reed. If you’re not completely comfortable with shouting it from the rooftops, then don’t. But if you like him, and he makes you happy when he’s around, then isn’t that enough? It would be enough for him. And you know as well as I do that everyone here would be more than happy for you.”

Reed shook his head with a laugh, eyes misty. “I do know that, of course. I don’t know why I’ve been so worried.” He threw his arms around Kurt, who yelped in surprise, but hugged him back, patting his messy hair. “Thank you, Kurt. You always know what to say.”

Kurt chuckled as Reed pulled away, and he held onto the shorter boy’s shoulder. “I just want you to be happy. I can see that, even though you get jumpy around him, you do enjoy his company. I just hope you can “diva up” soon and claim it.” The ‘Alice’ of Windsor winked at him. The ‘Dormouse’ just pushed him slightly away with an eye roll accompanied by a smile.

“Don’t hold your breath,” Reed sighed, eyes still a little prickled from the conversation. He stood and brushed his hands over his wrinkled clothes. Yanking his sleeves up, he made his way back over to the canvas, only tripping slightly on the way. Planting back down onto the stool, he picked up a clean brush, dipping it into one of the colors on his palette. Kurt considered him for a moment, but decided to just let him be for now to sort through his thoughts. The countertenor walked back over to his desk, starting back where he left off on his paper.

It could not have been more than 20 minutes before Kurt heard the clatter of a brush hitting the ground. He cringed at the image of spilled paint, but the concerned thought left him the moment he saw Reed’s face.

The strawberry blonde boy sat, paint streaked down his clothes from where the brush fell, staring in amazement at his artwork.

His finished artwork.

“I…I did it.” As Shane’s lovestruck expression stared back at him from the canvas, the expression he always wore when looking at Reed, the smile that took over the artist’s face was small and intimate, and a single tear finally escaped his eyes.

[scuddle-bubble101]

39

(Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? Random name chose- Rane!)

"I believe in hopefully walking actually somewhere decent after making so, so many stops and breaks- Man, my legs hurt."

"I mean- Who was I kidding really??? Traveling out this far, just to wind up in a forest for a couple of days, tired with sore legs. Some calling this was... Ugh- Maybe I should just go back home. Dad was right, I'm nowhere ready to handle things on my o-"

"Oh- that's no-"

"OH NOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

[bakubakunyanyaa]

doodles of myself