#Renar

[bergsmotiv]

Renar i Lappland

[wisteriasymphony]

I. I needed to write something out showing Rena and Cara's synergy. They're the actual backbone of the team. Sillynette owes them so fucking much

Renared situated herself on top of a light-pole, flute pressed to her lips as the diagram she'd conjured on her arm fell apart into little orange shards of dust. CARA.PACE couldn't be seen, but the scrape of his shield against the concrete and metal could be heard. The sound was harsh, sharp... and almost rhythmic.  

Rena began to play: Freestyle, flying fast from beneath slim fingers as the zouk melody built itself up, each next few notes accentuated by a pressed tongue or the click of teeth. Her eyes narrowed, focusing on Taurtufer as CARA.PACE kept him within the intersection of Rue de La Victoire and Rue Saint-Georges. It wasn’t ideal—Nino having to balance corralling Taurtufer in while avoiding getting hit and turned into iron—but the only way her plan would work was if they closed off as much space as possible.

“Mirage!”

Renared hit the front end of her flute against her wrist, faint orange ripples passing through the air from the striking point. On the ground, 15 copies of herself swarmed Taurtufer, Rena grabbing the yo-yo at her side and quickly jumping into the fray. The copies rushed Taurtufer, hopping and jumping and narrowly missing each swing of his whip. The trick, of course (what would a fox be without her tricks) was to always have the copies just hover over Taurtufer as they vaulted over him, always close but never enough to touch. The onslaught of orange zipping around him would disorient him: A visual Gish-gallop, making it impossible to see the real threat threading the yo-yo string around the perimeter. 

It helped to think of illusions in terms of rhetoric. Every use of Mirage was an argument to carry a claim—The claim being, obviously, that Renared and CARA.PACE were good at kicking ass.

Rena scurried around the clump of copies swarming Taurtufer, the string trailing behind her. From where she stood, even she could admit the illusion was hard to pick apart. Just a mass of orange arms and black pant legs. Taurtufer wasn’t even bothering to move forward anymore, merely swinging his whip aimlessly. Rena smiled to herself.

Then, she pulled the string taut. 

Like the crack of a whip in its own right, the yo-yo cut through every copy of Renared and cinched Taurtufer like a lasso. Enraged, Taurtufer finally locked eyes on the real Rena and sneered, dropping his whip to pull at the string with his hands. What he failed to notice, then, was that CARA.PACE had finally picked up momentum to launch himself and his shield up in the air and right over Rena’s head.

CARA.PACE winked at Taurtufer as he grabbed a shell out of his bag and flung it straight towards his forehead. And, like Goliath against a shell-surfboarding David, Taurtufer keeled over from the impact. 

Renared made her way over to their fallen opponent, slowly winding the string back on Ladybug's yo-yo. CARA.PACE had skated over already, dismounting his shield and chopping the whip in half with its edge. He caught the akuma within his hands, the little purple insect weakened and trembling as it tried to crawl out from his fingers.

“Boss!”

At first, Lucky Lucky Ladybug wasn’t anywhere in sight. Just as Renared rolled her eyes and got out her flute to call Ladybug up, she appeared with her arms crossed, clearly storming away from something.

“Hey,” Rena said, raising a hand. “We got everything solved.” The yo-yo was tossed into Ladybug’s hands. “Just need you to set things straight.”

Ladybug clicked her teeth (arguably more at having to do something right after getting into an argument than anything else) and strung the yo-yo’s string around her hands. 

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

The akuma was swiped out of CARA.PACE’s hands, launched in the air with Lucky Lucky Ladybug’s yo-yo. In a flash, the world was back to normal again. Renared and CARA.PACE bumped their fists with a silent exchange of glances, Ladybug dusting herself off.

“Well,” she said, “Good work, everyone. Me especially, but that’s neither here nor there.”

“…You?”

“Uh, yeah?” Ladybug tilted her head. “We couldn’t have done this without me, duh. You’re welcome.”

The second exchange of glances between Rena and CARA.PACE was tenser and more confused.

[sectoralchromatics]

A lesson on how to deal with misted windscreen, presented by Martins Sesks and Renars Francis, 2025 Rally Finland.

[whatiswhump]

Renārs, Soviet Jeans

Song: Mountains by Message to Bears

Renārs lives in Soviet Latvia and gets committed to a psychiatric hospital because he is sewing political dissent through his interest in American blue jeans and rock music.

They know he’s not really sick but that doesn’t matter to them, particularly not to Dr. Federov.

There’s a lot more to this mini series that I didn’t include in this edit like the obsessive and cruel KGB agent who is investigating him and some other great whumpy plot points but I enjoyed editing this vid as a good jumping off point.

I especially love in the beginning treatments you can see how wide eyed and apprehensive Renārs is… but at the end, he looks like a different person- exhausted, leaner and grey- but confidently defiant, smiling even when Federov decides to give him ECT as a welcome back gift- staring him down as he is prepped… Renārs!!!!

****Also if you speak Russian and/or Latvian sorry I took great liberties with the captions to summarize the story a little.

[saintsknight]

❝ You’re coming with me. ❞ The words left Renar's mouth without hesitation, flat and final, like a sentence already carved into stone. He didn’t look at her, instead he stood facing the balcony, hands clenched loosely at his sides, watching the wind move through the banners of the palace like it already knew the nation was dying. ❝ The city burns. That’s not a maybe, it’s a constant. In every future, every path the visions show me. And in almost all of them … you’re gone. ❞ He turned to her then, slowly, gaze unreadable, cold with clarity. ❝ I don’t know what you were promised here, whether it be power, safety, some throne that turns you into a symbol , but I know what happens if you stay. You die for people who will never bleed for you. ❞ He took a step closer, the marble floor echoing under his boots. She didn’t move, he's picked up that she never did when she was afraid. ❝ I’m not asking. This isn’t a favor, or some romantic fantasy. This is survival. ❞ His voice didn’t rise. He never raised it when he was certain. ❝ You think they’ll protect you? The same nobles who sign peace treaties over your head? The same generals who would burn the borders before they ever give up their own titles? They’ll sacrifice you the moment it buys them another week of power. ❞ He stopped just in front of her, close enough to see the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers curled into fists, and he could tell she was angry. That was good. That made things easier. ❝ You don’t belong to them, princess, and you never did. ❞ There was a pause between them, not for her reply, but for himself. A breath. The weight of it all pressed behind his eyes, but he didn’t let it show. ❝ Call it kidnapping. Call it betrayal. I don’t care. All I know is you don’t die in my future, at least not anymore. Because I take you from this place before they have the chance. ❞ He let the silence fall after that, letting it sink in. Renar always knew she would come, why wouldn't she? It was always chosen for her.

renar and amira when the walls fall -> @saintsplanet

[squimpch]

HE'S SO SLAAAY 💅

[sparrownnax]

I Now Understand Why Dogs Will Violently Whip Their Heads Around While Holding Their Favourite Toy.

[lesdeuxmuses]

Sara Renar - Šuti I Pjevaj (Croatia Records, 2022)

[radiogornjigrad]

Ivan Molek: Bilješka o crti kod Sare Renar

“Problem je što hoću da mi je dobro nakon što podvučem crtu” – na tome se mjestu izgovorene riječi susreću s muzikom pogođeno prekidanoj kratkim naletima l’arte dei rumori, umjetnosti šumova. Distorzijama glasova i zvukova izvedbenih instrumenata. A problem nije što i pitanje, Renar nije do pitanja i odgovora, nju muči etički problem što i kako nakon podvlačenja crte, uspostave ne više prijelazne…

[natequarter]

since renarin means "he who is born unto himself", and the aut- prefix in autism means "self" (think of autonomy), it would be really funny if the alethi word for autism (or a rough equivalent) became "renarism"

[cocogum]

✨Quirky✨ labels that describes them in a nutshell 🤭🥰

Yugo: blue alien boy

Adamaï: puberty’s bitch

Az: stress relief mascot ball

Amalia: horny grass princess

Eva: hot elf with daddy issues

Dally: dumbass ginger “woops! I did it again! 🤭🤪”

Ruel: Mr. Krabs holding adoption papers

Elely: Ginger 2.0 charged with arson

Flopin: invisible Link

Pin: Jack-Jack

Rubilax: demonic bromance

Madagaskan: retired blind sniper

Cleophee: hot elf who can kick

Goultard: ginger who can think

Oakheart: best salad king

Armand: delulu cabbage head

Canar: drag queen number 1

Renar: drag queen number 2

Aurora: blue trophy wife cow

Osamodas King: blue cow king

Efrim: tiny cute monster feet

Nora: pink lesbian

Mina: your scarred unpaid therapist

Phaeris: arm chewer

Qilby: the original momma’s boy

Shinonome: the shit picker

Glip: dad noises

Balthazar: grandpa noises

Eliatrope Goddess: helicopter parent definition

Alibert: gets thrown babies at him

Chibi: loud ass inventor

Grougaloragran: third person user

Prince Adale: fabulous tea sipper

General Mofette: bondage and whips

Grany Smisse: Meowth’s cousin

Remington: Zorro compensating with swords

Grufon: arachnid map

Anathar: copycat daddy voice

Kerosho: Adamaï’s forgettable achievement

Rushu: god wannabe

Black Ink: sentient food

Elaine: had a shitty childhood

Galanthe: rip thick hips

Noximilien: loves taking his time

Igôle: does not want to die

Cabotine: baby mama

Justice Knight: sweaty himbo

Pandiego: smelly drunk panda

Kabrok: retired wanderlust

Miranda: corn’s victim…

Vampyro: spirit halloween reject

Xav the Baker: croissant addict

Kriss Krass: tongue’s always out

Maude: goth chick

Ogrest: professional whiner

Otomaï: stressed out alchemist

Joris: experienced father and uncle babysitter

Kerubim: white furry with life issues

Simone: lesbian cleaner for hire

Julie: gay furry

Atcham: bald

Lilotte: furry orphan by choice

Khan Karkass: oily misogynistic ginger

Bakara: teacher’s pet snitcher

Julith: mommy milker terrorist

Jahash: died for getting laid

Jiva: just wanted to get laid

Poo: Kung Fu Panda

Echo: half lizard

Sipho: ugly ass lizard

Toxine: evil deadpool with an ass

Harebourg: narcissistic obsessed stalker

Oropo: clam sucker

Coqueline: raccoon girl

Dathura: leaf hottie

Dark Vlad: rock metal enthusiast

Black Bump: panty sniffer

Kali: professional sadist

Ush: furry sore loser

Arpagone: not an actual enutrof

Barik: elvis gone wrong

Cendre Mystigrine: forgettable furry

Ramona: best enutrof grandma

Harcelo Estep: disowned cuz wtf-

Messer: talking skull

Lacrima: did not deserve this

Winmo Nodorh: Flopin did it better

Lupa: sadist sympathizer

Atone: laser beam vision

Bouillon: fighting boner

Ripulse: name stands for “disgusted”

Sidaire: little sonic twerp

Desperia: no screentime for lesbian eagle

[littlehenrikehd]

Renar som en påminnelse att Jon Henrik Fjällgren skulle vunnit 2019

[wisteriasymphony]

trying to flesh out my designs for Lucky Lucky Ladybug's team. this was not at ALL worth spending 3-4 hours on the main five.. but by god Nino ate and left no fucking crumbs holy SHIT

(btw in my AU/half-rewrite, Rena Rouge goes by Renared/Rena Red and Carapace is stylized as CARA.PACE, so I will tag this with those aliases as well)

[mellyoraa]

no offense men borde inte renar ackompanjeras av jojk snarare än kulning eller??

[whatiswhump]

A silent crowd watching them struggle and scream as they’re dragged away.

[kat2pointo]

Hello lapfox fandom, this is my first post :3

I give u renar

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