#ranevents

[basedonconjecture]

I must confess I didn’t know about Nevecanis until the end of my first pt when my friend told me about them/people started being weird about them. I did fully believe in Neve x Rana (Raneve? Nevrana?) tho and they are canon to me. This is my truth I’m sorry 😔

[international-intelligence-inc]

Something strange and amazing came true

Well here we are. William Sorchinski a very honest man in working in an evil nest of wasps and hornets (such a shame). God Rest His Soul in Piece. Its been half a century since I have made it my only mission. What mission? The mission to find out why Former West Milford Detective Harry J Shortway set me up to be shot as the FBI in their old former secret meeting place right at the railroad tracks in back of Dominos. How do I know this fact? AKA "Great Pumpkin, Mr William Sorchinski picked me up at the sleazy rooming house owned by organized criminal FUDGIE and his kids whom still all live in the sleazy vermin infested place even though Fudgies father left him tons a cash. The rooming house is to the left or right of the realroad track in Pompton Lakes, New Jersey. Anyway, I lived there for a while. William Sorchinski, picked me up in 1990 and met me by Dominos' pizza in the front of the FBI seceret location which housed at least 50 agents. We entered the place and took out seats and over about 15 FBI AGENTS TOLD ME "Harry j shortway used an add he placed in the Surburban Trends Newspaper to set me up to be raped and shot dead." The thing the only thing saving my life they told me (the agents of the FBI) they said was me going to an old Irish Bar called McAges on Macopin Road in Bloomingdale NJ USA the night before and I got so *ucked up and drunk I "missed me appointment with death and the man who "set me up for his organized crime family, HARRY J SHORTWAY. They told me to always stay at ;east 100 miles from Harry which is wherefore I threatened Governor Murphy and had to do one year in jail. I wrote him for ten years telling him Shortway j keeps trying to munrder me and please move me on state housing away from #clifton #newjersey but #governormurphy for the ten years I remained and ev ery other week was torturted and almost killed there by my landlord Jayesh Ranev andIndian without the polive taking ANY INCIDENT REPRT WHATSOEV ER NOW PLACES GOVERNOR MURPHY IN TEH MIX AS TO WHY HE LEFT MEN THERE TO BE MURDERED AND TORTURED UNTIL THE POINT I WAS SWIMMING FOR MY LIFE ACROSS NOT THE ENGLISH CHANNEL BUT THE HUDSONO RIVER TO SAVE MY LIFE THAT NIGHT. #DON ARNOLD STARK MY FIANCEECFOR 22 YEARS CONFESSED TO ME MTY SO WANTED ANSWERS TWO DAYS BEFORE DYING. HDERE IS WHAT HE SAID. BY THE WAY NICOLA STURGEON, DONT CALL ME A LIAR BECAUSE i DROVE ALL THE WAY TO FORT DIX US ARMY BASE AND JOHN THE HEAD OF ALL INTERNAL AFFAIRS AND A HANDFUL OF ATTORNEYS IN MORRISTOWN WOULD NOT TAKE THE CASE ABOUT POLICE BEATING MY HEAD BLOODY AGAINST MY WILL ON BACK OF RYAN MACHINE COMPANY IN WEST MILFORD NJ USA IN 1990 HARRY SHORTWAY.

[linka-from-captain-planet]

Rana/Neve Headcanons (aka Evidence) below cut

Ship name - "raneve" just because it flows nicely. For the traditional top-first-in-the-ship-name sorts, it is definitely Neve metaphorically if not literally

Repressed - my hc is that Rana comes from a traditional family and doesn't have hangups about being a lesbian, per se, but has hangups about "flaunting" it (read: living her life like a normal person). She's also just generally reserved and struggles to reach out and take what she wants (more satisfying work, Neve)

Libido - I interpret "terminally horny" as the like, fandomified fanficified constantly oversexed kind of thing so the middle ground between that and "no libido" is "average sexual appetite." These are busy women with Work To Do, they are not stopping in the middle of a case to finger in the alley.

Romantic - both of them land in the middle ground because on one hand they'll eat their own hands before they express emotional vulnerability in public willy-nilly but also they're incapable of not bleeding out how obsessed they are with each other. Romantic and PDA being polarities fucks me up on this because I think they feel kinda gross about how romantic they are in private (cuddling, bubble baths, gits, the works)

Mentally Ill and KMSing over being in love - self-explanatory but also see below re: functionality

Doomed/Blessed - I was absolutely gobsmacked that Rana doesn't die in this game. In contrast, Neve's plot armor really saved the day for her because she's Going Thru It. However Neve can possibly get everything she wants in the end, while Rana in the sacrificed-Minrathrous ending loses her job, home, AND chick with no resolution

Weapon/Weilder - idk what this means tbh but Neve will go to bat for anyone

Nightwear - kind of a fumble bc lbr, Neve is typically passing out in the dirty clothes she wore that day and her canonical jorts. But she has the aura of someone who'd wear a fancy nightdress, especially if she had an easily-flustered lover to taunt. Rana has actual nightclothes but she's so no-nonsense ,it's probably just a typical cami-short set or whatever unisex bullshit the Templars issue

Jealous - Neve has a bit the self-defeating "she'd be better off without me" jealously that she deploys any time she observes another woman wanting a piece of Rana's ass (often). Rana is just not the jealous-jealous type, but I find it hard to describe her as "chill" in this context since Neve is the most disorderly part of her life that probably makes her feel insane. Neither of them is beating someone up for trying to buy the other a drink in the bar, but both of them are managing to die mad about it somehow

Game - Rana has 0 game but could have bitches if she wanted, meanwhile Neve has mad game but 0 bitches. Women generally like Rana because she's attractive, earnest, friendly, and employed, so she doesn't really need 'game' to obtain sex or dates when she wants them. Meanwhile, Neve uses her game and overwhelming sexiness mostly to deflect attention. Her status as a local celebrity/troublemaker/crypid sort of scares the hoes and her status as a scared ho herself results in her being chronically bitchless and also in denial about being lonely/touch-starved

Functional - a big part of their appeal is that Rana is as Certified Normie while Neve is constantly going through The Horrors, mostly her own feelings. Unfortunately I couldn't give Neve a soggier-loser rating bc she still manages to be extremely competent and functional despite this

[ionutdragu]

"If you're going to run, do it now" - Dr Michael Morbius (Jared Leto), Morbius. #morbius #marvel #jaredleto #lacinema #intercomfilm #ranevents https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb0lE0rsDiAiBF1SE67yhQ2dynvau9a_w6X0yo0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[uesp]

Did You Know: The Autumn of Snakes was an event that saw hundreds of snakes, many as large as mammoths, emerge and devour entire towns? The snakes were only stopped thanks to the efforts to the Nedic hero Ranev the Coal-Eyed Wanderer. Although Nedic historians kept meticulous records on the Autumn, modern scholars do not believe the event actually occurred.

[complicated--simplicity]

Anonymity

instagram: ech0ing

[darkfeyfanatic]

An Unpromised Future  Ch.1

I really want to start writing again so im finally going to start posting this story. 

  --------------------------------------------------

 Riza had a feeling that something was going to happen soon, she only wished she knew what. 

 Standing in the shadows of a cave opening, the woman stared at the horizon. The dark sea stretched out in every direction around her, a sight she had become familiar with since childhood. And just like any other night high beside the sea, it was cold and snowing, not the ideal weather for a jungle fey.

   Wrapping her bright wings around herself tightly, the fey did not move despite what her instincts told her. Some part of herself said she needed to be here.

But again, for what?

   Looking towards the sky Riza took in the position of the moon, it was nearing midnight from what she could guess, and she wanted to return to her nest. She had several things planned the next day, and being well rested would insure she got everything done with time to spare. 

  Just as she turned to leave she took one last look at the cloudy and star filled sky, and saw a dark figure quickly moving through it. Flying through the clouds was another fey, most likely a scout returning late she thought at first.

  But it wasn't.  

  Looking closer she realized that it was two fey, one carrying the other. Never a good sign.

   Watching as the figure flew closer and landed before her she was greeted by the sight of Conall, the leader of the forest clans, and in his arms was a woman Riza had never seen before. The woman was pale, dressed in long black clothing, and a forest fey based on the shape of her dark taloned wings. 

“She’s injured,” Conall said, worry lacing his deep voice. “I pulled her from the sea.” 

   Closing the distance between them Riza examined the unconscious woman. There were no obvious injuries to be found at first glance. But when running her fingers over the woman's sides to check for broken ribs, she felt something warm on the woman's damp dress. 

 Pulling her hand back, the tips of her fingers reflected in the silver moonlight. 

 Blood. 

“Come with me.”

  Being incredibly grateful that she was a healer, Riza led Conall to a small cave with a few barren nest, gesturing towards one. Conall layed the hurt woman down and took a step back, giving Riza room to work. 

 “Where exactly did you find her?” Riza asked as she examined the tear that covered the woman's wound. 

 “Near the human kingdom, just off the coast.” Of course the humans were involved with this, their kind had been slaughtering fey for centuries. 

 “Wake another healer. Tell them to bring water and bandages.” 

 Accepting his task Conall left the room, leaving Riza with the bleeding woman. Quickly checking to see if the woman was breathing properly, thankfully she was, Riza removed the woman’s dress to reveal the injury. It was wasn't too big, probably no bigger than a plumb seed from what she could tell, but was steadily oozing dark blood. 

   Hearing the beating of wings only minutes later, Riza turned to where Conall had left to see another fey rushing towards her. Ranev, skilled forest healer she had worked with many times before. 

 “How bad is it?” Ranev asked as she began to wet rags from the water-skin she carried. Taking a moment first to check the unconscious woman’s pulse and temperature. 

“I’m not sure. The wound seems small, but her magic hasn’t began to heal her yet.” Riza trailed off as she spoke, normally a fey’s magic, no matter how strong or weak, would have already healed a injury like this. So why wasn't hers? Something wasn’t right. 

   As she began using one of the rags to clean away the blood she quickly found her answer. Or, heard it.

 Motioning for Ranev to stop, Riza listened to what she could just barley hear. Leaning closer to the woman’s side she could hear the sound of quiet sizzling. Like the sound of meat being cooked. 

“Iron.” 

  Riza had hardly heard the other healer speak as she placed her hand just above the wound, focusing on the magic that flowed through her as she called if forward to collect into her open hand. Thick strands of golden light wove itself around Riza’s brown fingers, curling and swaying slowly before delving into the wound. 

  Feeling through the golden energy, Riza traveled deep into the wound until she felt something unnatural. Something burning and draining. Pushing her magic further to curl around the iron Riza pulled with vigor, but the iron hardly moved. For a moment she thought that she would not be able to remove it, feeling her magic being slowly drained itself. But to her relief the iron eventually gave away, sliding out of the wound with nothing but a wet squelch. 

   Dropping the iron bolt onto a discarded rag both healers watched as the wound quickly shrunk to half of its size, not fully healed, but it would surely help stop the bleeding. Using the bandages the two women wrapped both the iron wound and any other bleeding injuries the woman had, which was thankfully not many. Once finished, Ranev dressed the woman in a long skirt before removing the wrap on the woman’s head and turning her to lay on her side, fanning out her dark wings like a blanket. 

  “It’s a good thing you’re a spiritual,” Ranev said quietly as she collected the bloodied rags that surrounded them, “I wouldn’t have been able to remove the iron myself. It would have inevitably killed her.” She was right unfortunately. As a spiritual fey Riza had trained for years to control her magic to her fullest ability. But she was still years away from fully mastering her skill to the level the elders had.

   Leaving to tell Conall that the woman would live, Ranev bid Riza goodbye. Riza had ultimately decided to stay with the woman for the remainder of the night, wanting to make sure nothing went wrong with the woman’s health. 

  Making herself comfortable on one of the empty nest Riza attempted to fight the urge to immediately fall asleep, thinking of how the world outside of the nest of origin was becoming even more dangerous for her kind. But even the stressful thoughts of a still dangerous world could not stop sleep from overtaking her. 

  Hours later the fey awoke rubbing the sleep from her eyes, taking in the now bright room of the late morning. Sitting up and stretching out her wings, Riza looked at the the still sleeping woman across from her. Thankfully she was still breathing, and hadn’t moved at all during the night. 

   Finding the discarded rag from the night before, Riza couldn’t help but stare at the iron bolt that it held. The humans were getting far more creative with their weaponry. And if they could down a fully grown fey with such a small piece of iron, then what else were they capable of?  

[blackthornkisses]

~Jealous!Cardan headcanon~

Cardan had not felt jealous since Nicasia had betrayed him to be with Locke

And that awful feeling hadn’t even lasted long enough back then for him to be able to recall its bitterness

But now he remembered it very clearly

As he was burning with jealousy once again

Unlike the one he’d felt for Nicasia’s neglect before

He’d never felt like this before, for no one

Green and scorching hot in his stomach, the jealousy was urging him to do something about it

But what could he do?

Jude had moved on, that was clear enough to understand

She’d found a mortal man who was probably boring and less handsome that him, they’d get old together and he’d get awfully moody and his dear Jude would have to stand her miserable mortal companion for the rest of her days

The thought of Jude being stuck with a mortal man did not comfort him much

Neither did it cause his jealousy to leave him be

He had been trying to forget her for some time

Tried to flirt with other fairies, drink, dance

But there was nothing that would make a difference to the abyss in his heart,left behind empty and cold, only to be filled by Jude’s annoyingly pleasant warm presence

But he knew what he had to do in order to protect her from the dangers lurking in Elfhame

And as long as she was Queen, at least they’d be somewhat connected

Their bond would remain

And he could, indeed, endure her hatred for him and the jealousy that was eating him up like a ranevous monster

[maxhartung74]

Michelangelo and his Sistine Chapel. #micaelvetie #halloweenparty #ranevents #pumpkin #halloweenpumpkin (at Mica Elvetie)

[lightwallacoustic-blog-blog]

sound check with #RANEvents (at Subic Waterfront Resort & Hotel)

[ionutdragu]

"Someone is dead. The crime is murder. The murderer is one of you. I have investigated many crimes, but this has altered the shape of my soul. I am Detective Hercule Poirot, an I will deliver your killer" - Hercule Poirot (Kenneth Branagh), Death on the Nile (Moarte pe Nil). #deathonthenile #moartepenil #herculepoirot #galgadot #emmamackey #kennethbranagh #ranevents #forumfilm https://www.instagram.com/p/CaHKLtjst-_QiEtrpoot0kqvWu2wq4zFpuGua80/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ionutdragu]

"Real power is not found running of to war. Real power lies in understanding who it is you're truly fighting, and how they can be defeated" - Duke of Oxford (Ralph Fiennes), The King's Man - Inceputul. #thekingsman #forumfilm #ranevents (at Cinema City Romania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CX1m3Quo5BuEAicAtAesZVz4xaQH-KdChd89AQ0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ionutdragu]

"Kitten, I think what I'm trying to say is, sometimes, shit happens, and who ya gonna call?" - Peter Vankman (William James "Bill" Murray), Ghostbusters Afterlife. #ghostbusters #afterlife #vânătoriidefantome #cinemacity #ranevents #rancommunication #intercomfilm (at IMAX Bucuresti) https://www.instagram.com/p/CW_ebHsIs_vAPqQWIpjwkfnvr1pmXaGVNmRxZE0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ionutdragu]

Dupa 1 an si aproape jumatate de stat departe de cinema, te bucuri ca in prima zi cand ajungi din nou in fata panzei albe. Cat despre Doamna din imagine, este cat se poate de... Estella, pardon, Cruella. "I’m not sweet Estella, try as I might I never was. I’m Cruella, born brilliant, born bad, and a little bit mad.” - Cruella Enjoy it while it lasts. #cruella #emmastone #lacinema #ranevents #rancommunication #forumfilmromania (at Cinema City Romania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPr-6cTnlqSIv7lUib9PW1kFPLpf7c6SwP3_n40/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ionutdragu]

Bruce Willis is back in town. #lacinema #deathwish #brucewillis #ranevents

[ionutdragu]

Now in theaters: Black Panther / Pantera Neagra #marvel #blackpanther #panteraneagra #ranevents #cineforum (at IMAX Bucuresti)