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libby-for-life · 2 months

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Prompt: Lucifer and Adam goes on a date for the first time, but the waiter or waitress start flirting with Adam. Lucifer takes Adam back home after the date and...

Rough/Possessive sex and Daddy kink

I love this idea! Let's begin.

Lucifer watched as his little lamb shifted in his soft leather seat. He looked so cute in the outfit he picked out. A black tux with a gold and red tie. His colors to mark his pet. He had at one point brought up the idea of a collar but when Adam had timidly explained it was what she liked to do with him, Lucifer quickly reassured him that he would never do something his little lamb wasn't comfortable with.

The smile he got and the tearful thank you he got was enough to make him want to hunt Lilith down and—

"Sir? Are you okay?" Lucifer blinked when he felt a hand on his knee and he smiled into warm brown eyes.

"Yes, little lamb I'm okay. Do you know where we're going?" Adam shook his head, his lamb ears flopping just a bit. It made Lucifer want to bite them.

"We're going to a little Italian restaurant I know of called Il Piccolo Carro. It's good quality food." Lucifer said as Adam hung off his every word. He smirked as he brought his lamb closer. "I'm sure you're hungry~."

His little lamb shivered but nodded.

They got to the restaurant in record time for their reservations. This was their first date in public. He needed it to be perfect. The host greeted them and they were guided toward their seats. A nice booth with plenty of privacy so Lucifer and his partner weren't swarmed by sinners.

Soon, a waitress came to their table. She had long blue hair styled in ringlets, little flippers where her ears were, and light blue skin. Her small fangs were exposed when she smiled and her gold eyes flashed in the light. Dark blue freckles lined her nose, the same shade as her hair. Her perky tits were practically hanging out from her uniform. She smiled at them both as she said, "Hi! I'll be your waitress, Flare. What kind of drinks can I get you started with?"

"How about a bottle of Giacomo Conterno Monfortino?" She nodded before Lucifer watched as her eyes fell on his little lamb. He watched the moment her eyes filled with lust and she leaned forward with a pur. "And what can I get for you, sugar?"

Lucifer saw red. How fucking dare she flirt when he was literally right in front of her! Did she not know who he was?!

Adam, the poor little lamb, looked severely uncomfortable with her attention. "Uh, just some water."

"Oh, water? I love water! You can just glide right in." Lucifer felt his claws dig into the surface of the booth, expensive leather splitting like butter.

Adam tilted his head confused for a minute at her wording before his cheeks filled with a bright yellow blush. "Oh....sure." He mumbled. He looked even more uncomfortable now. Lucifer, not wanting to ruin their date, said in a cool tone, "Our drinks?"

Flare gave him a once-over before sighing. "Yea, yea." Then she wandered off. Lucifer felt his eyes burn red. How dare she...this whore wasn't going to live much longer if he had anything to say by it.

Adam didn't like making scenes. He liked to tough it out and wait for it to be all done. Essentially, as much as Lucifer hated to see it this way, a door mate. His timid nature and soft-spoken words drew in all the wrong crowd. Which is why Lucifer needed to be here. Who knew what kind of degenerate would scoop him up?

The entire night, Flare would not let up on her flirting. She seemed Hell bent on making Adam hers for the night. His little lamb looked so uncomfortable but the look he gave Lucifer was enough to stop him from ripping her throat out in public. Finally, she crossed a line that the King of Hell wouldn't let pass.

When Adam stood up to go to the bathroom, Flare slapped his ass. Hard. The yelp and the mortified and fearful look he gave her coupled with how smug she looked made Lucifer snap. He materialized his little lamb to the car before turning to Flare. She had the gal to look unimpressed. She really must be new. He let out his full demonic form and watched as she cowered away from him.

"What gives you the right to touch what is mine?!" He bellowed, fire leaving his mouth. He ripped her arms off her sockets, black blood splattering the booths. Now she couldn't touch anything with her grubby fingers. She wailed, tears flowing along with her please but Lucifer had given her enough chances.

"Someone get me a manager!" Almost immediately, a fat walrus-looking demon hurried his way over. He bowed before him giving Lucifer the proper respect.

"Fire this bitch and then give a call to Rosie of Cannibal Colony. Tell her she has fresh meat." Flare's wails increased as she begged for forgiveness. Lucifer had none to give.

He'll make sure Flare never touched anything ever again.

He reverted to his original form. Giving one last hateful glare to the blubbering fish demon, he disappeared into the limousine holding his little lamb.

Adam sat curled on the seat, his fingers nervously fiddling with his tie. He looked at Lucifer with a shaky smile. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine little lamb." Lucifer crawled over to his pet before saying, "Are you though?"

Adam nodded, his smile brightening.

"Good. Come here then, my pet. I'll show you just who you belong to."

Adam blushed before nodding. "Come to, Daddy." Adam slipped onto the floor of the limousine and kneeled before Lucifer. The sight alone made the King of Hell hard. He gripped his horns and brought him for a kiss. There was no battle of tongues, for his little lamb knew to submit.

Adam was only allowed to breathe when Lucifer allowed him to. A string of saliva connected them as they parted and Lucifer smirked at the vacant expression he wore. With a snap of his fingers, they were both naked. He had Adam on all fours as he brutally pounded into him. Moans and grunts filled the car along with his pet's sobs of ecstasy. He leaned over and bit one of his juicy ears.

"Don't climax until Daddy says you can." He growled out before pinching his nipples hard. Adam squealed in pleasure, his tail vibrating with stimulation. Keeping up the pace, he kept talking to his little lamb.

"I don't like it when other people look at you, touch you, or flirt with you." Lucifer began. He let go of his chosen nipple and grabbed his pet's hair, yanking it back. "I don't like it when others see your beauty." He slammed one last time as he climaxed. "You are mine. Only I can do that!" He roared. Adam wailed out his own words as he held back from climaxing. "I'm yours, Daddy! Only yours!"

"Then come for me, little lamb. Make a mess of yourself."

His pet let go and moaned high as he was allowed relief. Lucifer caught him before he could collapse. "That's my good lamb. So very good. I love you so much, you know that?" He said as Adam looked at him with glazed eyes. When he was finally able to look at him clearly, he gave a sweet smile that could make anyone's heart melt.

"Felt good, Daddy. So good." And then he passed out. Lucifer let out a chuckle. At least they salvaged the date.

Hope y'all enjoyed it!

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel #lilith #oneshot #smut #lemon #tw blood #AdamDies

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pokeheadcannons97 · 1 year

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Hey could you do one where team star has a crush but their crushes pokemon is a jealous and mischievous and gets in the way?

In some of these yall are already dating, my bad ;_;

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Giacomo

Thinks that your pokemon just needs their space and he respects that, some pokemon aren't as friendly. His Pawinard is the same.

Overtime though, when the hostility hadn't changed and was always butting in when the two of you were spending time together?

It didn't makes sense.

Until...

He placed them together.

Would honestly cross his arms at your Jigglypuff when it was hugging you and smirked at him while your back was turned.

One time he noticed that one of his shoes were missing and were somehow on top of the fridge behind the Flaafy Flakes.

Would bring it up to you and you hadn't noticed until you saw them purposefully trip him while making food for his and your pokemon. Floating around with a giggle.

You gave your pokemon a stern talk and during so they had curled up against Giacomo with a huff and a roll of eyes at your onslaught.

It wasn't that your pokemon didn't like Giacomo, they just wanted all the attention and got jealous easily.

He gently placed his palm for your pokemon to sniff before giving them a soft pat on their head. "Looks like someone got a bit jealous."

They cried out while puffing their cheeks. Right on the money.

Atticus

He felt like he wronged them somehow? And offered sincere apologies to your pokemon over and over.

This only made your pokemon more prissy.

Poor Atticus woke up one day to his fabric being shredded with your pokemons claws and strewn across the room in pitiful piles.

Your Sprigatito was swishing her tail while cleaning her paws nonchalantly. And smirked when he glared at the pokemon through gritted teeth.

When you walked in you gasped and didn't have to ask who did it as you tapped your foot impatiently at your young grass type.

The cat pouted and looked away with her ears folded against her head and meowed audibly yet pitifully when you asked them to explain themselves.

Hid most the day after that and only came out when you had gone to use the restroom. Making her way over to Atticus as he was busy sewing a tear together to mend it.

He raised an eyebrow at the pokemon and froze when she hopped up on his lap and laid down, purring softly while staring at him.

He drew a hand out slowly and she butted her head against it, asking for pets.

"To all I've seen." He murmured but smiled as he did as requested.

Sometimes a good head scratch was all that was needed to let a pokemon know they weren't all bad.

Mela

Surprised but gave your Floette space that she wanted. Some of the Charcadets that she raised were a little standoffish at first and some loved their space.

The fairy type would do the most underhanded things however.

Filling her trademarked boots with glitter one time that STILL isn't free from the stuff.

Wedging her little body next to yours and stuffing her blue flower in her face to block her from kissing you.

To even summoning a rather powerful fairy wind to disheveled her hair right after she'd fixed it.

The two of them would bicker together over the most mundane thing. Since her temperament could be easy to press, Mela lost her cool easier.

It wasn't until you got visibly upset at one of their arguments that both herself and your Floette froze mid fight and panicked over you together. Apologies frantically given to you.

Floette had been there with you since you were small, so she got rather protective over you and didn't want Mela to hurt you like you'd been in the past because of bullying.

Mela understood, how could she not? She's been there, is practically the reason why Team Star was founded.

Needless to say that the two of them became part of the Y/N protection patrol.

Ortega

He used his best manners. Suckered up to your Zangoose, everything in the books of manners and politeness.

But boy was your normal type hard to please.

Expensive food that took forever to get cause it was on back order? Ignored. New sweater that Ortega stitched himself with Atticus' help? Roll of eyes and smacked away.

He could not wrap his head around why your pokemon was so apprehensive about you. He was being nice, and even more so than your Zangoose deserved in his opinion, from his poor behavior towards him.

Zangoose would stare at him through furrowed brows while you brushed him one afternoon outside of school. Ortega seated next to you.

"Is he glaring at me?"

You peered down at your partner pokemon and shook your head. "Mmm no. He just has that kinda face." You bent forward to blow raspberries into his fur. "Cause he's a cutie and good boy."

Your Zangoose cried out happily and his expression quickly retorted back into a glare towards the other male seated next to you.

"Has he always been with you?" Ortega responded, flicking his wrist idly, not looking at you out of being off put by your Zangoose. " Your partner pokemon I mean."

You hummed. "Since I was a kid. Aang's always been here for me. We practically grew up together. He wouldn't let me leave home without him." You ran your fingers thru your pokemons hair. "He's a bit overprotective sure, but after all the time we spent together? It is understandable."

Ortega glanced at your Zangoose who had one eye open peering at him. Their eyes met and remained like that for a few more seconds.

Now it made sense.

"He's a good partner then. I can appreciate protecting the ones you care about. You don't find people like that as often as pokemon." Ortega said aloud while looking anywhere besides your Zangoose, even though it was meant for him.

Your pokemon lifted his head from your lap slightly and rolled his eyes, but the small smile was unmistakable on his face.

Eri

Any pokemon would have to be incredibly stubborn to dislike Eri. Yes she may be a bit out there and her presence was known when she entered the room. But she was kind and lots of people liked her.

Nothing more stubborn than your Mudbray though. Wouldn't budge and wouldn't like her.

You and Eri had been going out for a few months now, and she was at her wits end.

Poor gal had tried everything to win your ground type over. Nothing worked.

It wasn't until you had commented on how your pokemon seemed to enjoy shows of strength. Be it from her being from the Mudsdale line or that you go came from a farm where the pokemon competitor to see who was the strongest. That Eri knew how to gain her love.

Your poor girlfriend stood outside in the rain, entirely caked in mud, dirt, and soaked from the water, stacking barrels of hay at your families ranch to try and help out.

You had asked her so many times to come inside and to not worry. But Eri wouldn't have it and instead threw haybale after haybale towards the barn for drying.

Your Mudsy was of course helping out and by the end of it was throughly impressed and even tackled the girl on her side as a sign of affection.

"I guess she likes you now." You teased and Eri could only cry as she hugged that small ground type in the rain.

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raylex · 8 months

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absolutely utterly just ADORE the way ray is drawn and depicted in the concept arts by giacomo boni 💜

HE'S JUST PERFECT. EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM IS PERFECT. I'm so, so in love with his sparks of hope design. 🥺 I love how his personality shines through - I'm so happy he's got some of his classic cockiness back lol!

also a big fan of this art done for his defeat animation in battle 😆 poor dude... might need to see if I can fetch a clip of that in-game, cause it's SO cute as well hahah. he's EXHAUSTED.

#self ship #mine #💜☀️ray of sunshine☀️💜

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lastchancestardomm · 1 year

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Remember when I said I wouldn't do writing? Yeah good times. Well actually this isn't really writing, just hcs like I said but don't expect me to open reqs or something.

So these are some assorted romantic Y/N-related headcanons about my favorite characters.

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Dabi (BHnA): When precious fire boy loves you, he shows his vulnerability to you, and also does things for you without you noticing. I imagine him not really being one to talk about his feelings, and also lives by the motto "Show, don't tell,"

Shigaraki (BHnA): Crusty gamer boi likes to do things for you, like doing your hair or helping you with your self-care routine, but also tries to not behave ungrateful when you repay the favor. He doesn't want to make you hate him because of how he acts.

Toga (BHnA): SHE LOVES TAKING YOU ON ARCADE DATES. Or just any kind of date that takes you and her to a cute location like a cat café or Sanrio shop. And she won't tell you either, just drags you to your date spot. She thinks taking her cute S/O to an even cuter place frames you perfectly.

Jirou (BHnA): She loves roading with you and exchanging interests. It makes her happy listening to you explain something you like to her.

Mirko, Rumi Usagiyama (BHnA): Cuddling time is her favorite thing to do with you. Just being able to kick her feet up with you and have you close makes her so happy, especially after a rough day of hero work.

Piers (Pokémon SWSH): Writes songs for you. It's in his blood to be a songwriter after all. Plus he also sings you early versions of his other songs to get your opinion on how they sound :)

Guzma (Pokémon SM/USUM): Bug boy takes you hunting for Whimpod with him. He thinks you look nice on your knees ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° : (that was a horrific joke i'm sorry)

Giacomo (Pokémon ScarVi): Will give you complements galore and (also) write songs for you, except they definitely reflect his version of a love serenade- which is a breakcore love song.

Larry Johnson (Sally Face): He adores doing fun dumb shit with you. Like exploring abandoned places and doing vandalism while blaring Sanity's Fall.

Sal Fisher (Sally Face): I think he's a hardcore Guitar Hero player, and would teach you how to play it so you can play with him. One time Gizmo weaved himself inbetween you two and you both tripped on him and fell over.

Warren the Eagle (DHMIS): Of course our slightly annoying boi will adore taking you out for a restaurant-style meal, but of course will try and do some romantic crap and embarrass himself in front of a whole restaurant, poor guy.

Whitty (Vs Whitty Full Week): Since he's on the run most of the time and has severe paranoia, he can't spend that much time with you, but when he can/feels safe enough too, he'd go to your place and snuggle with you to show his appreciation.

Garcello (Smoke 'Em Out Struggle): Takes you out on a McDonald's date just to come home and have a lazy day with you. Honestly, this is just your everyday life dating this lovable smoker.

Aloe Marker (Roblox Find the Markers): judge me i dare you istg. This planty marker tells you all about his plants, and all their healing properties. He wants you to know since the forest he lives in has some really poisonous brush on the ground.

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Sorry for cringey writing or ooc-ness, I just wanted to share my dumb Y/N headcanons.

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arvensimp · 1 year

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hi!! omg tysm for creating a blog for writing for our fluffy dude 🥰 could I request a short fic!! the reader making friends with the former team star members, particularly Atticus and Giacomo, and Arven mistakes your friendships as them flirting with you, so he gets kinda jealous and nervous, then rushes a confession? and then the reader is like omg they’re just my friends but yes I like you too! tysm 💟

Thank you! I hope you like this alright?

Gotta Gotta Be Down

Arven x reader, no gendered pronouns used

Arven is not a bully.

Well.... Maybe sometimes he's a bit of a dickhead, but he's not, like, a bully-bully. Like he's not going to sit there and make fun of someone who talks weird or looks weird or whatever. Live and let live and all that.

He's aware that those Team Star guys went through the ringer, so he doesn't purposefully want to be mean to them...but fuck, could they just leave you alone?

He gets that you're pretty much the coolest person in the region, so he understands why they want to be around you so much, but...damn it you were his friend first, and... Well if he's completely honest he wants you as much more than just a friend now.

So, it pisses him off when he sees Atticus with his hands on you one day when he goes to pick you up from the now League-Sanctioned training center that was the previous star base.

Arven had opened the door, calling your name, and you had jumped a bit. Atticus was on his knees behind you, a measuring tape around your waist.

Wait... Was that Atticus? When did he get so hot? Was he always that hot? What the hell? Why was he hot? Why was he even touching you while being hot?

Arven blushed. "S-sorry! Didn't mean to interrupt!" He covers his eyes with his hands even though you and Atticus are both very much clothed and decent.

"Arven!" You cry, surprised. "It's not what it looks like."

Atticus stands behind you, wrapping his tape measure back up. "Greetings! I was only getting our illustrious champion's measurements, so as to complete a gala costume for the upcoming League Festivities, my good man." Atticus supplies helpfully while resting an amicable hand on your waist. The motion isn't lost on Arven whose eyes narrow in frustration.

"Yeah? Well. I was...uh, bringing our illustrious champion some lunch!"

You smile, stepping away from Atticus' grasp, making Arven inwardly cheer a bit. "Really? Ugh, hell yeah!" You groan. "I'm starving! Where's the food?"

Arven panics a bit. "Uh... I...um. haven't made it yet. I was coming to get you, so I could, uh...take your order, special?"

"Oh great! Let's see..." You pause, wracking your brain to decide what you might like for lunch. Fuck, why is it so hard to decide what to eat whenever someone asks for your order?

Arven stands there looking between you and Atticus for a moment.

"Well, if you don't mind, we'll just be on our way then?" He says, trying (and probably failing, to be completely honest) to keep the vitriol from his tone.

Atticus only smiles as he waves the two of you out of the facility.

You leave without saying goodbye, too lost in thoughts of lunch and what you want Arven to prepare, so you text Atticus an apology later for your poor manners.

A few days later, Arven is once again looking for you. This time he's freezing his balls off in Montenevera because you said you had some business at Ryme's gym. When he heads over to the stage though, he sees you and that weirdo Giacomo huddled closely together watching something on a laptop, sharing a pair of old school wired earbuds.

He seethes so hot the icy temperatures hardly seem to faze him for a moment.

Wait. What the fuck? Why is he getting so possessive over you like this? Like it's not like you have feelings for that pineapple head anyway, right?

That's when he sees Giacomo place a casual arm around your shoulder as he points to something on the screen while his head bops to some beat unheard to Arven.

It's too intimate a touch, and Arven can't stand it. He shouts out a stuttered yell of your name, maybe a bit too loud for public, but he wants to be sure you hear him over whatever trash Giacomo is probably playing through the earbud.

You look up to see him in the distance and stand up, waving him over with a cry of "Arven! Hey!"

Meanwhile, your abrupt motion causes the laptop to topple over and the earbud to pop from your ear, making Giacomo scramble beneath you as he tries to keep the tech safe.

Arven jogs over, smugly satisfied to have interrupted whatever was happening. Was that dickish? Fuck, maybe it was, but you're smiling at him from up on the stage, and he forgets any semblance of whatever wrong thing it was he just did.

"I was wondering when you were gonna get here! Giacomo was just playing some of his beats that he's working on for the gala. Right?" You look down and notice your friend still scrambling to pick up the pieces of your sudden movement. "Shit, sorry. Did I fuck that up?"

He sighs. "No harm, no foul. I'm gonna head inside though. Ryme'll be pissed if anything happens to her equipment."

"Sorry!" You repeat, feeling your face flush in shame.

He shrugs. "S'fine."

"Can I...?" You're not quite sure how you could help, but it feels weird not to offer. You look to Arven for guidance, but he just shrugs and offers you a hand to help you jump off the stage.

"I think Giacomo's got it, right, buddy?" He almost called him little buddy as some kind of dig. Oh, he was so close, it was right there on the tip of his tongue, but he held it back.

Giacomo nods, none the wiser, and you take Arven's hand as you hop down. It's warm against your own. How long had you been out here listening to music anyway? You shiver, only now feeling the chill.

"Wanna grab some hot chocolate and get somewhere warm?" Arven asks you, resisting the urge to wrap a protective and warm arm around your shoulders.

"Sounds great! See ya, Giacomo!"

Arven leads you away without sparing a second glance at the guy.

The two of you end up grabbing some warm cups of hot chocolate from a vendor down the hill a bit and then post yourselves on a bench near a space heater looking out over the northern mountains and sea.

You sigh contentedly and lean against your best bud as you sip your drink, and Arven had to put a concerted effort forth into not physically melting.

"S-so, uh... The league has been keeping you busy lately."

"Yeah," You huff. "La Primera's all gung-ho about this gala thing, talking about how it'll reflect well on the league and the region and everything."

"So...she's been making you hang out with the team star bosses?"

You laugh. "What? No, they're just work friends. Or... I guess regular friends, too? They're all good people. You should hang out with them, too!"

Arven's chest squeezes uncomfortably. You go on. "We're just all involved in the project in different ways, and I'm overseeing a buncha stuff for La Primera anyway, so I've been using it as an excuse to catch up."

Arven hums. "They're...uh. They're not expecting you to bring a plus one to this gala... Are they?" It's not the most tactful he's ever been. But then again, Arven Sada-Turo has never exactly been the definition of tact in the first place.

"I'm allowed to bring a plus-one, yeah, but I don't think any of the Star folks need it. They all have their own invites, after all." You take another sip of your drink, blissfully missing the point.

Arven laments. "N-No. I mean. Uh... Can I...escort you, or whatever, to the gala? As your plus one?"

Smooth, Sada-Turo. Smooth.

"Oh! Sure! I'd love to bring you along! It'll be great! Big buddy and little buddy at it again!" You knock your shoulders gently against his jovially.

"N-No... I mean, not as 'buddies'... Like. Could we, maybe...?" Arven looks away from you and sets his cocoa down on the bench's armrest to cover the lower half of his face with his hand. His free hand meanwhile feels for yours, interlocking your fingers in a way that feels puzzle perfect. "Ya know?"

You look at your conjoined hands and smile widely.

"Oh! Oh, yes! Yes, of course, Arven, yes!" You put down your own drink, which is nearly empty now anyway to wrap him up in a massive beartic hug.

"I didn't think you'd want to! O-or that you even felt that way!"

Arven chuckles a little bit, your acceptance of his confession making him feel so much lighter than before. He returns your embrace, snuggling into the crook of your neck.

"Are you kidding? I've felt this way for... Geez, I dunno how long. I just... I didn't want the Star guys to get to you before I got my chance, ya know?"

You laugh, not breaking contact.

"Who? Atticus and Giacomo? C'mon! They're only friends! Nothing like my best...uh...boo? Boo-dy? Boyfriend buddy? ...You!"

Arven snorts. "We'll figure out terms later."

"Later." You agree.

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homomenhommes · 2 months

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … March 22

Mengs - self-portrait

1728 - The German proto-Neoclassical painter Anton Raphael Mengs, lover of Johann Joachim Winkelmann, was born on this date (d.1779). Mengs was born at Ústí nad Labem in Bohemia. His father, Ismael Mengs, a Danish painter, established himself at Dresden, and from there he took his son to Rome in 1741.

In Rome, Anton Mengs' fresco painting of Parnassus at Villa Albani gained him a reputation as a master painter. The appointment of Mengs in 1749 as first painter to Frederick Augustus, elector of Saxony, did not prevent his spending much time in Rome, where he had married Margarita Guazzi who had sat for him as a model in 1748, and abjured the Protestant faith, and where he became in 1754 director of the Vatican school of painting. Nor did this hinder him on two occasions from obeying the call of Charles III of Spain to Madrid. There Mengs produced some of his best work, and specially the ceiling of the banqueting-hall of the Royal Palace of Madrid, the subject of which was the Triumph of Trajan and the Temple of Glory.

After the completion of this work in 1777, Mengs returned to Rome, and there he died, two years later, in poor circumstances, leaving twenty children, seven of whom were pensioned by the king of Spain. His portraits and self-portraits recall an attention to detail and insight, often lost from the grand manner paintings.

Besides numerous paintings in the Madrid gallery, the Ascension and St Joseph at Dresden, Perseus and Andromeda at Saint Petersburg, and the ceiling of the Villa Albani must be mentioned among his chief works. In 1911, Henry George Percy, 7th Duke of Northumberland, possessed a Holy Family, and the colleges of All Souls and Magdalen, at Oxford, possessed altar-pieces by Mengs's hand.His intimacy with Winckelmann, who constantly wrote at his dictation, has enhanced his historical importance.

Mengs was famous for his rivalry with the contemporary Italian painter Pompeo Batoni. He was also a friend of Giacomo Casanova. Casanova provides accounts of his personality and contemporary reputation through anecdotes in Histoire de Ma Vie. Mengs died in Rome in June 1779 and was buried in the Roman Church of Santi Michele e Magno.

1930 – Today was the birthday of the American composer and lyricist for stage and film Stephen Sondheim (d.2021).

Having been rescued from a lonely childhood and encouraged as a boy by his neighbourhood friend's father, Oscar Hammerstein II, his career took off when, aged 26, he was asked to write the lyrics for Leonard Bernstein's West Side Story. The following year he was writing lyrics for Jule Styne's songs for Gypsy. His first attempt as a composer & lyricist was A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum (1962) and a hit.

His work is hard to categorise. He was gay but rarely created a gay character; his range of subjects was diverse; he mastered many different musical styles, each new project was a new challenge; he was rarely formulaic. Lyrically he was as intelligent, witty and ironic as his music is audacious, in the style of his gay predecessors Noël Coward, Lorenz Hart or Cole Porter. His shows however, generally rejected traditional notions of love and romance and neither do they reflect the gay culture which has emerged and become mainstream during his career, although ironically, his work has contributed much to that culture and become part of the gay musical tapestry - songs such as: Somewhere, Losing My Mind, Being Alive, Send In The Clowns...

He is the winner of an Academy Award, multiple Tony Awards (eight, more than any other composer) including the Special Tony Award for Lifetime Achievement in the Theater, multiple Grammy Awards, and a Pulitzer Prize. He has been described as "the greatest and perhaps best-known artist in the American musical theater."

His most famous scores include (as composer/lyricist) A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, Company, Follies, A Little Night Music, Sweeney Todd, Sunday in the Park with George, Into the Woods, and Assassins, as well as the lyrics for West Side Story and Gypsy. He was president of the Dramatists Guild from 1973 to 1981.

Sondheim opened up regarding his sexuality when he was about 40. He rarely discussed his personal life, though he said in 2013 that he had not been in love before he turned 60, when he entered into a roughly eight-year relationship with dramatist Peter Jones. Sondheim married Jeffrey Scott Romley, a digital technologist, in 2017.

To celebrate his 80th birthday in 2010, the former Henry Miller's Theatre was renamed the Stephen Sondheim Theatre on September 15, 2010, and the BBC Proms held a concert in his honor.Sondheim died of cardiovascular disease at his home in Roxbury in November 2021, at the age of 91, ten days after the premiere of the Stephen Spielberg/Tony Kushner remake of West Side Story. Collaborator and friend Jeremy Sams said Sondheim "died in the arms of his husband Jeff". On December 8, 2021, Broadway theaters dimmed their marquee lights for one minute as a tribute.

1932 – Marcus Hernandez, who served as the Bay Area Reporter's longtime leather columnist was known to his legions of readers by his pen name "Mister Marcus" and dubbed the "dean of leather columnists." His weekly columns of contest goings-on and gossip were a must-read for leather community leaders, titleholders, and newcomers alike for 38 years.

Mr. Hernandez, whose first name was Gilbert, was born in Los Angeles. He served in the U.S. Air Force from August 1954 until he was honorably discharged in August 1960. He attended the University of California, Los Angeles but did not receive a degree.

Following the breakup of his marriage, Mr. Hernandez moved to San Francisco in 1968. Vice cops in Los Angeles, where he had been living, were arresting gay men and raiding gay bars, and a friend suggested he move north. That was also the year he came out, his son Curt Hernandez said.

"So in 1968 … I moved here. And the only bar I knew about was the Tool Box because in the 1960s, Life magazine ran this huge article on homosexuality in America and they had a picture in there of the Tool Box with a pair of white sneakers hanging down saying, 'Not allowed,'"Mr. Hernandez recalled. "It was a subject of disdain to be wearing white sneakers in a leather bar."

Mr. Hernandez worked in various leather bars for 12 years as a manager. He also served as the appointment secretary for then-Mayor Joseph Alioto.

It was around that time, in the early 1970s, that Mr. Hernandez wrote a column for the Advocate, which at the time was a gay newspaper. In October 1971, just six months after the B.A.R. started publishing, Mr. Hernandez was asked to write the paper's leather column. Mr. Hernandez's column focused primarily on the calendar of contests in the leather community. He also served as a judge at an estimated 250 contests over the years.

Mr. Hernandez also used his column to help many nonprofits, including the AIDS Emergency Fund, which provides cash grants to people living with disabling HIV/AIDS so that they can pay rent, utilities, and other expenses. AEF was started in the leather community, as the epidemic hit leathermen hard in San Francisco.

He died in 2009 because of complications from diabetes and arteriosclerosis.

1971 – Today is the birthday of Cuban-American actor Guillermo Díaz. He was born and grew up in Washington Heights, Manhattan. Díaz, the son of Cuban-born parents, has starred in movies such as Stonewall (1995), Half Baked (1998), 200 Cigarettes (1999). He currently stars as Huck in the ABC drama TV series Scandal.

Díaz is openly gay and has been throughout his career, but prior to that he was deeply closetted. He told Out magazine that the fact that he grew up in a rough neighborhood made it necessary to hide his orientation. "I went to school in the Bronx. I learned to constantly try to cover up the fact that I was gay. That facade of being somebody I'm really not just to protect myself definitely helped with acting."

In 2010, Díaz did a nude photoshoot for Pinups Magazine. The photoshoot featured full frontal nudity from Díaz (Below).

"Hello, down there!"

He has been praised for his ability to play a versatile range of characters including gangsters and drug dealers. Díaz played Guillermo García Gómez, a drug dealer/trafficker, in seasons 2-6 of Showtime's series Weeds. In 2009, he starred on the NBC series Mercy, where his portrayal of the gay nurse Angel received negative criticism in online forums for being too flamboyant.

1989 – Tyler Oakley is an American YouTube personality and advocate for LGBT youth, and social issues including healthcare, education, prevention of suicide among LGBT youth, and gay rights. Oakley presents on various topics including queer politics, pop culture, and humor on a regular basis.

Oakley began making videos in 2007; his first video has received over 70,000 views on YouTube. Since uploading his first video while a freshman at Michigan State University, his work of over 350 videos has over 290,000,000 views and close to 5.8 million subscribers as of November 2014.

Oakley, who is openly gay, is a former member of the successful collaboration channel "5AwesomeGays," where he produced the Friday video for over three years. Currently, he is described as having "one of the loudest voices on YouTube," and Bloomberg defines him as a "YouTube sensation."

He was featured in the 2014 Frontline investigative report, "Generation Like," a follow-up on how teenagers are "directly interacting with pop culture" to the 2001 report, "The Merchants of Cool." As of June 2014 Oakley also has more than 2.7 million followers on Twitter and 2.1 million on Instagram.

As of March 2013, he co-hostessed a weekly pop-culture news update – "Top That!" – with Becca Frucht for PopSugar until October thirty first when he announced his departure. He posts regularly on several social networking sites including Facebook, and Tumblr, where he has hundreds of thousands of followers on each platform. He is also known for his appearance in that he regularly has brightly-colored hair.

He is a rather busy guy:

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It was announced that Oakley, alongside best friend Korey Kuhl, would be competing in the 28th season of The Amazing Race.

1993 – Lawrence Poirier comes out to his best friend Michael in cartoonist Lynn Johnston’s popular comic strip For Better or for Worse. Some 40 newspapers in the US and Canada refuse to run the four-week story; thousands cancel subscriptions to papers that do; in the end, however, 70 percent of the more than 2,500 letters Johnston receives about the series are positive.

1999 – Gavin MacIntosh is an American actor. Beginning his professional career as a child actor and model at the age of ten, MacIntosh is best known for his recurring role as Connor Stevens on the ABC Family drama series The Fosters.

In 2010, MacIntosh began his acting career with a starring role in the dramatic short film Turns. Additional short film roles include appearances as Young Martin Thomas in The Science of Death, and as Young Jonathan in Breathe. In 2011, he made his feature film debut alongside his brother Gage, appearing as brothers Mark and Nick Paterson respectively in the martial arts themed drama Blood Games: Sanctioned to Die.

In 2011, MacIntosh made his television debut with a guest-starring role as a member of Ron's scout troop on the NBC comedy series Parks and Recreation. Additional television roles include guest-starring appearances as Burt's 13-year-old brother Bruce in a 1981 flashback on the Fox comedy series Raising Hope, and as Young Brad in the pilot episode of the proposed science-fiction drama series H.O.P.E.

In 2013, MacIntosh began a recurring role on the ABC Family drama series The Fosters. On the series, MacIntosh portrays Connor, a handsome and kind-hearted boy who develops a special friendship with the shy and isolated foster child Jude Jacob-Foster (portrayed by Hayden Byerly), prompting the 13-year-old Jude to begin questioning his sexuality.

On March 2, 2015, ABC Family aired an episode of the The Fosters, "Now Hear This", that featured MacIntosh's character and Byerly's character sharing a kiss, believed to be the youngest LGBT kiss ever in U.S. television history. In two tweets on March 29, 2015, MacIntosh took issue with YouTube's decision to add an age restriction for access to video of his character's kiss scene with Byerly's character, prompting a vocal social media campaign, and YouTube removed the age restriction less than a day later.

The Fosters TV’s Youngest Same-Sex Kiss scene was featured as #9 in The 19 Biggest LGBT Moments On TV In 2015. MacIntosh and Byerly's kiss was also listed in the 7 Best Moments From ABC Family The Wrap Rewind 2015. On December 23, 2015 MacIntosh was featured in the publication OUT Magazine discussing his famous gay kiss.

MacIntosh's personal interests include skateboarding, biking, and competitive soccer, as well as sketching, painting, and songwriting. MacIntosh is an outspoken straight ally for LGBT rights and equality. In addition, alongside his Fosters co-star Hayden Byerly, he is an advocate against bullying, encouraging youngsters to embrace their differences and lending his support to the "Be Good to Each Other" campaign.

2004 – In Oregon, the commissioners of Benton County decided not to start issuing marriage licenses to same-sex couples. This reversal of an earlier vote was due to receiving a letter from state attorney general Hardy Myers on the matter. In place of same-sex marriage licenses, the commissioners decided to stop issuing any marriage licenses to anyone at all until the Oregon Supreme Court rules on the constitutionality of the discriminatory provisions of Oregon’s marriage laws.

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Always an Angel | Casanova AU

Part 2: All Because of Angela

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Warning: mild sexual content

(Masterlist)

"What exactly did he say, Rocco?" Angela asked, trying to sound as casual as possible while talking to Casanova's only friend and employee.

"Well, he said that he turns into an idiot whenever he's around her. He says he cannot give up because she is so beautiful. She's taken over his head, his blood, and his guts. He can't stop thinking about her and only her."

"He could always find someone else..."

"I told him, but he insists someone else wouldn't be her."

"Oh, poor thing," Angela couldn't help but smile. "Is he home?"

"He is reading, he said he didn't want any..."

"Angela!" Giacomo smiled, standing at the top of the stairs. "I thought I heard your voice! Come on up."

"Interruptions," Rocco mumbled, moving over to allow her to climb the stairs before closing the door.

She sighed, letting her cape fall to the ground and revealing her red dress which made her skin look even paler and her hair look even darker. She knew she was beautiful in that outfit, she felt beautiful.

"Wow, you look like the type of woman someone would write a book about. Raven black hair, red lips like an apple, and skin as white as snow... I should write that down actually," Giacomo chuckled.

"Thank you, Giac," she giggled.

She was embarrassed to ask, who wouldn't be embarrassed? But it seemed the entirety of Venice knew she was being courted except for her. If he truly couldn't sleep or eat, consumed in desire, she had to do something about it.

"So, um- I heard a few things about you," Angela cleared her throat.

"Oh? Filthy gossip as always? If it's bad, it's all true," he joked.

"No, it wasn't bad, I just- I heard about your feelings. Your agony concerning... me."

Giacomo stared at her in confusion, his brows furrowed as he tried to remember ever mentioning anything of the sort.

"You could never bring me agony, angel, you are the kindest person in the city."

"I heard about your courting and..."

"My courting," he narrowed his eyes until he finally understood. "My courting! Yes, I have been courting Angela Tusselo."

Her world suddenly crumbled, how could she be so stupid? Of course he wasn't courting her... Henriette had made it seem like she was only a baby, of course he wanted nothing to do with her!

"Angela Tusselo, the daughter of the priest," she nodded, unable to hide her shock.

"Oh, dear. Did you think I was secretly courting you?"

"I... yes! And I was terrified, because... because I cannot reciprocate your feelings," Angela quickly lied so as to not look foolish.

"Oh really? I always thought you found me quite handsome," Giacomo smirked. "Do you not?"

"I- Everyone finds you handsome, Giac, that is not the point. I just simply cannot like you because I am already promised to another man. The Viscount's son, Elias."

"That boy is as dull as a butter knife."

"Yes, I know. He would not be my first choice, believe me," Angela laughed nervously. "But who knows, maybe I will fall in love with him or maybe I'll manage to rid myself of him. Find a more suitable suitor."

"But not me."

"You are courting Angela Tusselo, why do you care?" She asked, intrigued by his little game.

"I think it's clear as day that I do not plan on marrying her. In fact, I received a visit last night from both her sisters, they kept me company all night in bed."

"You disgust me."

Angela couldn't get another word out without bursting into tears, it was so obvious all Giacomo wanted was to toy with her feelings. Why did she let him get away with it? Because of his looks? His charms? His voice? Well... yes, but not anymore!

She was a catch, she was a young beautiful virgin with a sharp wit and every quality a husband could possibly want from a wife. She deserved better certainly.

So it started, Angela would go to gatherings and parties not to catch a glimpse of Casanova, but in hopes Casanova would catch a glimpse of her in her best dresses and looking absolutely content. Maybe this way he would realize what he'd been missing.

"I am enjoying your new disposition," Henriette smiled when they entered yet another mansion. "Conversing with all the rich and powerful young men to secure yourself a good husband... I'm glad your silly infatuation with you-know-who is gone."

"Is yours gone as well?" Angela asked.

"I do not not what you mean."

Angela scoffed, she knew her sister also had a weak spot for Casanova, just like every woman in Europe. That infuriated her more than anything, to think she had to compete with her own sister...

"Hello, angel," Giacomo approached Angela and gently kissed the back of her hand. "I haven't heard from you, don't tell me you are angry at me. I couldn't bear it."

"I am not, of course not. I have just been a tad busy with my affairs. Why would I be angry?"

"You are right, it must be my own paranoia. I thought you were quite cross with me after I told you about the sisters Tusselo."

"Oh, that thing... Of course not, I know damn well you have slept with half of the women in Italy, there's no reason for me to get worked up over that."

"Half? I believe I had at least three-fourths..." he winked and sipped on his wine.

He scanned the ballroom with restless eyes, he wished to ask something, but he couldn't find the right words, he did not want Angela to think he only came by to talk about that matter. They were friends, weren't they? At least he thought they were, but she had been so distant.

"Tell me what, angel, you see that soprano over there? Rocco thinks that's a boy, a castratto, but that's clearly a girl, right? Come on... that's a girl!"

"I- what? But Bellino was inspected by the Bishop."

"The Bishop's been celibate for over fifty years, he doesn't know the difference anymore. That's a girl, I know girls!"

"Let me guess. You are attracted to him and you are trying to make your attraction justified?"

"Well, it is! Because he- she's a girl!"

"So you admit you are attracted to him?" Henriette approached the pair with a huge smile. "I dare you to find out, Casanova."

"Do not give him any more reason to be stupid, sister," Angela chuckled. "He does that perfectly well on his own. You will end up disgracing yourself, that's what you'll do."

"Sorry, angel... I never turned down a dare."

Over the next few weeks, Giacomo did everything he could to win over Bellino's heart. He paid for his clothes and accommodations, made sure he would perform in the theater, and invited everyone to watch.

Angela simply let it happen, pretending like she was perfectly fine with all the extravagance, smiling politely at the boys who made conversation with her, and gracefully accepting her sister's praise for turning herself around and finally acting like a responsible adult.

But of course she was only human, she couldn't keep appearances forever. One fateful night, the poor girl was sobbing right outside an elegant venue where a banquet was held. She wore her cape and leaned against one of the rough brick walls. How did she manage to become such a lifeless shell?

"What do you want?" Angela wiped her tears when she saw Casanova walking towards her.

"I just came to tell you that you win, the game has turned sour. The boy is a boy and now I disgraced myself just like you said I would."

"Good for you."

"Are you crying? Are you alright?" He lowered her hood and saw her red eyes. "Was it Elias? What did he do?"

"Nothing."

"He must've done something. What has he done? Has he hurt you?"

"Why do you care? Why are you here talking to me? I am nothing to you, Giacomo!" Her tears escaped before she could stop them.

"I thought... we were friends."

"Friends? Lucky me, the only woman in all of Italy that Giacomo Casanova only wants to be friends with! I must be hideous! I must be completely stupid! And now you're in love with that castratto."

"I'm not- I can't- I love him," Giacomo sighed, defeated.

"Then love him, make it worth something... friend."

The news that Casanova was engaged to Bellino, who was revealed to be a woman, after all, spread like wildfire. Everyone in Venice knew of them and when Henriette walked into her sister's bedroom to show her the invitation they had gotten for their engagement summer ball, all she heard was the loudest scream she had ever heard in her entire life.

Angela cried for hours, hit her head on the wall, screamed some more, tore to pieces the book Giacomo had given her on her birthday, and then put it back together again, regretting her actions fueled by rage.

After finally regaining her composure, she started to select which dress she would wear for the ball. She asked Grimani for a new one, but ended up choosing one of her sister's gowns, a green one with gold embroidery. She knew there was no hope to win him back now, but she had to show Giac and everyone else she was perfectly fine and did not mind at all that he was marrying someone else.

"You look divine this evening, Angela," Elias took her hand as they danced.

"Only tonight?" She spun around with a bored look.

"Well... n-no. You look divine every day, I just meant-"

"I know what you meant."

"Are you thirsty maybe? Would you like some refreshments?"

"No, my stomach is in a twist."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like me to escort you outside or maybe walk you home?"

The boy wasn't a bad person. Yeah, he was dull, but most boys were. He didn't love Angela by any means, but he was kind to her and held her in high regard. There were worse fates than marrying him and she knew it quite well.

"Look, it's Casanova and his bride!" Elias pointed at the entrance where the couple stood wearing clothes that looked like had just been ripped and glued back together. The two seemed like survivors of a lion attack.

"They look marvelous, don't they?" Henriette asked while they made their way through the crowd.

"Yes," Angela simply said, trying to smile, but the longer she looked, the harder it was to keep acting like everything was fine. She should be the one by his side, his bride. She wondered if she had said something before... maybe things could've turned out differently.

After a few more dances it was obvious the entire city was enamored with Bellino who had a brilliant career ahead of her. Angela couldn't see the appeal, but that might be due to her own bias... Everyone was looking at her except for Henriette and Giacomo, who had a silent conversation about the future.

"I have been meaning to introduce you," Angela interrupted them. "Giacomo, this is Elias. The one I told you about."

"Oh yes, the famous Elias," Giacomo collected himself. "You are one lucky fella, I hope you know that. And I hope you know if you ever do her wrong, I will find a way to make you regret you were born."

"What are you scared of, Giac? That he might be like you?" She mumbled. "Do not pretend to care now because you do not. Now if you'll excuse me..."

Angela had to leave the ballroom, she couldn't breathe, it was like all those feelings, all the small caresses she saw Casanova exchange with Bellino, all of that was being shoved down her throat and she was choking, suffocated by the words she couldn't say.

"Angel!" Giacomo ran after her, pushing Elias out of the way. "Are you feeling well?"

"Do I look well?"

"Uh... did I say something wrong?" He held her hand right before she left the room.

"No, it is not what you said, it is what you didn't say."

"And what do you want me to say?"

"If you need to ask me, the words would have no value."

"Do you- did I hurt your feelings? I thought you were in love with Elias since you have been by his side ever since our last meeting."

"Of course I'm not in love with him, did you look at him? He can't have a conversation that lasts more than five minutes!"

"Are you in love with... me?"

He truly had to ask? How stupid was he?

"No!"

"Are you sure?"

"I am quite sure! I am frustrated, I am tired. I am destined to marry a man I despise, I do not have a choice!" She had to lie, admitting her feelings for him would only make everything more complicated. And if he decided to follow through with the wedding, she feared the humiliation of the rejection might kill her.

"I'm sorry."

"So am I. I am going home."

"Can I have this dance before you go? Please, I would hate to see you go so upset."

"A dance won't change it. When you let go of my hand you will be engaged to Bellino, and I will be promised to Elias. When you let go of my hand the world will keep turning, it won't wait for me... Friend."

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okay, real quick [not so quick as it turns out, you will notice these get longer as i go on for basically no reason; this is as succinct as i get i think]:

italy (1914–1925): oligarchic/corrupt liberal parliamentary system, relatively weak + poor among the great powers, frustrated territorial ambitions despite a handful of colonies. heterogeneous radical nationalist movement (stretching left to right on various issues) in wwi advocates participation in the war for various conflicting reasons, and then sticks around after the war ends—at the same time as the national humiliation of unsatisfied territorial demands, a brief economic recession, problems w veteran demobilization, proto-revolutionary labor unrest, and the general collapse of politics-as-usual. radical nationalists generally consolidate into two camps, 1) a more radical and popular one behind mussolini ("fascists"), built mostly on the use of armed force against rural socialists (and to seize control of local govt) but also including a pro-worker 'left' faction, 2) a more reactionary, pro-business, monarchist, etc clique (ani). mussolini is handed power after a show of force in rome in 1922 but presides over a seminormal conservative govt (what we might call 'illiberal democracy' today?) until the fascist murder of the socialist leader giacomo matteoti in 1924; the ensuing crisis eventually forces mussolini to stand before parliament in 1925 and declare an outright dictatorship, but the regime that emerges in the late 1920s represents a series of compromises and the input of multiple, fascist + nonfascist (esp. the ani), contending factions

germany (1918–1933): late to imperialism and industrialization but caught up fast, becomes the industrial heart of europe under an increasingly militaristic authoritarian monarchy. stripped of colonies and much of its european territory after wwi, briefly succumbs to a communist rev that's crushed by the new post-imperial liberal democracy. diverse and aggressive far right subculture variously focused on imperial restoration, territorial aggrandizement, antisemitism, etc. german workers' party, working-class offshoot of a racialist occult sect, is among these groups and is quickly commandeered by adolf hitler and the adjective 'national socialist' added. radical nationalist ecosystem feeds off of national humiliation of defeat, abdication, etc etc, economic crisis, veteran problem, and continued impositions by france. nazi attempt to exploit a serious crisis in 1923 and take power by force fails, party banned and hitler imprisoned, during which time he fleshes out a sophisticated ideology of, basically, revolutionary racism, entailing complete dictatorship, social levelling and worker mobilization, new imperial conquests to the east, and extermination of racial inferiors. hitler released from prison early and gets party unbanned, great depression in 1929 catapults the nsdap into national politics, claiming a third of the vote by 1932. to the nazis' 'right' arguably are the dnvp (authoritarian, monarchist, pro-business) and the vaguely authoritarian presidential clique clinging to power by emergency rule as of 1930. nazi militia attacks leftists in the streets but also tries to rally workers and supports the late 1932 berlin transport strike; despite apparent radicalism, hitler promises industrialists he's their best option and so they pressure the weak/collapsing presidential regime to bring the nazis into the fold. this occurs as a result of internal squabbles in the conservative camp when hitler is named chancellor in early 1933, and only a few months of 'illiberal democracy' ensue before the nazis install a single-party dictatorship and, more specifically, begin consolidating much more total party control over the state and traditional elites than the italian fascists ever managed

spain (1930–1937): neutral in wwi. declining imperial power; largely poor, weak, and agrarian, similar to italy; conservative dictatorship overthrown in 1930, king rules as interim dictator until new elections act as de facto referendum on the monarchy: republicans sweep the cities in a landslide, the king goes into self-exile, and a liberal democracy is proclaimed. radical nationalist subculture partially inspired by what's going on in italy seeks restored authoritarian catholic monarchy. a young intellectual called ramiro ledesma ramos, like the nazis and fascists, preaches something beyond that, a revolutionary totalitarian republic based on worker mobilization and sweeping expropriations + nationalizations. he joins w an extreme catholic in 1931 to form the jons, composed of radical university students. in 1933, the aristocratic lawyer and dictator's son, josé antonio primo de rivera, founds his own fascist-inspired 'falange', somewhat more catholic and moderate; the falange wins two seats in parliament w help from the mainstream right. the year later the falangists and 'jonsists' merge, though josé antonio soon consolidates autocratic control w/in the party and kicks out ledesma. although increasingly violent towards leftists, the falange remains a minuscule and mostly irrelevant force. the rise of the popular front in 1936 sees a state crackdown on the falange and josé antonio's arrest, after which he begins plotting for armed insurgency; however, the military takes the initiative and stages a coup which becomes a civil war. the falange balloons in membership and joins the rightist 'nationalist' camp. w most of its old leadership executed by republicans, the nationalist generalissimo francisco franco coopts the falange and converts it into his personal power base in 1937, gradually purging the falange of authentically fascist elements over the next several years.

romania (1923–1941): not only victorious in wwi but, unlike italy, gets massive territorial concessions largely satisfying any lingering irredentism. no colonial history except that of its own colonization. deeply impoverished and agrarian society + oligarchic/corrupt liberal parliamentary system, w a looong history of antisemitism. jews are only granted civil rights in 1923; in the same year, professor and antisemitic politician a.c. cuza founds the lanc: aggressively anti-jewish on an almost single-issue basis. within the lanc is a faction of university students banking on the student protest movement of the early 1920s; their leader, corneliu codreanu, thinks cuza should go beyond electoral activity and build an armed mass movement capable of mobilizing a) students like himself, and b) the peasantry, or in other words the students' parents. this results in the codrenists splitting from the lanc in 1927 as the 'legion of the archangel michael' espousing a semiheretical and mystical school of orthodox christianity, genocidal antisemitism, and a sort of peasant socialism. over the 1930s the legionaries do in fact become an armed mass movement of the youth and peasants, and a persistent thorn in the side of the oligarchic establishment, at one point assassinating a prime minister. politics finally grinds to a halt in 1937, when the national christians (authoritarian, antisemitic, but not revolutionary; successor to the lanc, w a love-hate relationship to the legion) are hoisted into govt. the nc administration proves too friendly to the legionaries and instead, in 1938 king carol seizes power from above, creating a royal dictatorship w a vague/amorphous single party collecting members of the old oligarchy. codreanu is assassinated and the legion declares all-out revolutionary war on the state, but unsuccessfully. they remain a threat though; in 1940 carol changes tac and tries to coopt the legion, but his regime breaks down and he abdicates in favor of military dictator ion antonescu, who more fully absorbs the legion into govt in a franco-like arrangement. unlike franco who was able to slowly marginalize the falange, the legion's unruliness makes it an unsustainable partner: a 1941 legionary revolt turns into a horrific pogrom and antonescu purges it in the most brutal and decisive anti-legionary crackdown yet. this doesn't stop the more 'orderly' and pragmatic antonescu regime from participating enthusiastically in the holocaust.

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^^^ CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE BROADCAST OF THE RACE!

Transcript from the First Segment of the Lunar Race:

Good morning everybody!

This is Kinsey from Sinnoh Now, coming to you from a helicopter LIVE in collaboration with Goldenrod Radio.

It's a chilly morning in Pastoria City, where the first leg of the race is taking place. Welcome to the Water Track, where it's wet, cold and full of surprises!

Starting in Pastoria on Route 213, rounding Sunyshore City and ending on the first finish line right in front of our glorious Pokemon League building where the Elite Four are ready to receive our racers today!

We got some interesting contenders this year folks.

All the way from Unova, we have King Ghetsis Harmonia, looking super dashing in his racing suit.

Oh, I see Miss Rika, a former Paldea Elite walking down to the starting line, speaking with Hassel, another Elite from Paldea.

We have infamous Poketar Studio actor and leader of the Orre Region, Alistair taking his spot next to his Garchomp.

It's an amazing line up this year, for sure. Let's cheer them all on as we start off this year's Lunar Race!

*1-2-3- GO!!*

And they're off!!

Brian, our Sinnoh League pick is starting off strong, blasting ahead of the pack with Chelsea! Who knew Garchomp could swim so well!

Following him is Ashe with Kumiko, keeping on his tail.

Not so far away is our Pokestar, Alistair! Daisy looks like she really wants to give it her all.

Oh, hey, what's going on back at the wharf? Seems as if Hassel is having trouble with his mount! Rosso isn't jumping into the water with the rest of them. Hassel is calming his Garchomp down and is now starting the race after everyone else has already gone!

Brian's keeping up a good speed, but what's this? Green Oak has torpedo to the front, coming from all the way back without warning.

Giacomo, isn't letting him get away with the lead and is chasing after him with Tyrant. The look in that kid's eyes is intense!

They're getting closer to Sunyshore now, but it looks like another racer is having issues riding her Garchomp through the water. The waters sure are icier than usual this year, huh? Looks like Aluwa is a bit stuck with Torque – oh, wait, they got out and are sliding along the smooth ice to make up for lost time!

Green Oak is still maintaining his incredible lead, leaving behind the rest of the competition in his dust – OH, NO! He just got slammed by a Water Gun from a passing Floatzel, what an upset!

Here comes Giacomo, taking the opportunity to swim past with Tyrant, taking the lead.

Oh, there must be a whole school of Buizel and Flotzel in that part of the water – so many of the racers are getting hit with Water Guns from the disgruntled Pokemon! Giacomo and Tyrant have jumped over all the Buizel and Floatzel, completely bypassing them all! And they're swimming ahead of everyone else! Luwa is hot on his tail, though!

Alistair is following behind after wiping off his face, rushing after them with Daisy. Ghetsis is right on Alistair's tail, though.

Yris of Team Bidoof is finally squeaking on by and all our racers have made it through and are now passing Sunyshore to head to the finish line at the Pokemon League!

Giacomo is leading up the pack in first place, followed by Aluwa in second, with Alistair in third.

Ghetsis coming in fourth, with Green and Brian fighting for fifth place. Sixth currently has Hassel holding the spot. After that follows Blue, Hilary, Ashe, Rika and Yris.

Our racers are starting to see the entrance to the Pokemon League building and – hey, what's that sound? Is that....singing?

I don't believe it! The Bidoof have come out to sing their song from a few years ago. They're flooding the waters as they're singing, blocking off all the racers from their goal. Oh, but it really is such a cute s--

HEY WAIT. Aluwa is just smashing through those cute little Bidoof. Poor things, but they really shouldn't be in the – Hey, Giacomo is also doing it, too! Look at those Bidoof fly! Everyone else is trying to jump over or get around the Bidoof without attacking them, so they can catch up with their compatriots.

Because of the sudden distraction, a lot of the racers are being left in the dust, but look at that! Green, Aluwa and Giacomo are at the forefront with Aluwa and Green practically neck to neck as they push their Garchomp to max swimming speeds towards the finish. Look at that water splash!

It's Green...it's Aluwa, it's Green...Aluwa, Green, Aluwa, Green, Aluwa –

AND IT'S GREEEEEEEN! HOW EXCITING!

Followed by Aluwa in second place and Giacomo in third!

Everyone congratulate Green on his victory for the first leg of the race. Everyone else also did a great job, too, what spunk! What energy! The racers really put their all into the first segment.

Folks, I can't tell you how excited I feel. That was a great race. I hope to see you all for the second part of the race on the Floating Isles on January 15. Let's give these racers and their Garchomps some time to rest and praise for their hard work. For now, this is Kinsey of Sinnoh Now, signing off!

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