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cringetownusa · 5 months

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Yax, the How and Why:

Part 1: Why do people ship them?

Decided it was time I put together all my thoughts about why I think Yax works particularly well as a ship, and what they all bring to the table.

There's a lot to talk about here, and I'm going to try and hit at least all my big points. I'm also going to be looking at them from the standpoint of Goof Troop, and A Goofy movie, as well as the Og Animaniacs and reboot, Wakkos Wish, (even though that's out of universe for animaniacs) comics, and even the toys.

This is about to get really long, so I'll put it under a read more.

From a personality standpoint, they compliment each other's strengths and weaknesses so well.

Max is earnest and honest. He always has been.

From Goof troop where he wants so badly to do good things, and goes immediately to an adult when he messes up, to A Goofy Movie, where he goes so far to impress the people around him, to his want to do a good job in House of mouse. It's a constant whenever we see him on screen.

Max has seen a lot of growth through his shows and movies, but he's also been consistent. Goofy has clearly done an incredible job raising Max. Max is pretty open about his emotions. He doesn't hide them from his friends or family. There's a level of vulnerability that comes from that, and despite being bullied and picked on, he knows who he is, it only become a matter of insecurity getting other people to see that.

In A Goofy Movie, he doesn't worry about being good enough for roxanne. He says with conviction that "after today, she'll be mine". He doesn't doubt his own abilities. He's confident in what he does, and what he knows he's good at, like skateboarding.

Max is dramatic, he's flamboyant and a show off. He has made himself the center of attention on purpose before; as long as it's something he's well versed in and is confident he can impress with, he thrives. He loves to have that positive attention from big crowds. It pushes him forward.

He is also, and this is very important, a troublemaker.

He always has been, and not just in a well meaning sense.

In Goof Troop, he shows that he's the scheming type, he's the type to cause problems on purpose, just because it's fun. It's often the problem or the solution to several episodes.

Just like the Warners.

Now, these are never super harmful, he's a good kid at his core. He's kind and patient and understands his mistakes, but he's an absolute menace. He would have no trouble fitting in with patented Warner antics.

This next point is talked about a lot.

Max's issues and insecurities make for a fantastic story of growth with Yakko and his siblings. He's worried about being laughed at, at people hearing his laugh (something that is the best part of individuals and their expression of self) and worries about what other people think of it. This issue of his hits against Yakko's need to make people laugh.

They're complimentary. They're foils to each other.

Yakko is similar, but because of how he grew up, and the role he was forced into, he mirrors Max's traits as well.

Yakko is sarcastic, he undercuts a lot of sincerity with humor or hides it behind a veil of snark. He hides his feelings for fear of backlash. Unlike Max, who has his emotions on his sleeve, and has been encouraged to feel them openly from a young age.

Yakko's not able to be so open emotionally, because doing so has gotten both him and his siblings hurt.

Yakko is smart. He's tactical where Max is emotional. He schemes as well, as the spearhead and leader of the zany trio, but he sees more angles than Max does.

He does it out of self preservation in ADDITION to doing it to be a menace and for fun. He's the mastermind of the group, just like Max is to his own group. They're both the snarky personas. Yakko wants, NEEDS to make people laugh, his self worth is tied to it, it's what he was made to do. It's a source of anxiety for him, but also a source of joy. We've seen several instances of moments where Yakko falls back on his "Nations of the World" song, because he wants to make a good impression. We also have evidence of him stressing about his ability to perform in his sleep.

Being able to tell exactly how others are feeling helps Yakko pivot his plans and react in line to the antagonist. He has a hard time being sincere sometimes, prefers to keep himself protected.

But he also craves attention. Loves to be at the center of it, loves it more when it's something he's passionate in or prides himself with.

His jokes, his wit, his singing. His ability to sing and speak tongue twisters that nobody else can. All things he's confident in.

Yakko's strengths lie more in his mind, as opposed to Max's physical capabilities.

Together, they create a dynamic duo of mischief, being people with similar senses of humor, (we have seen both Yakko and Max tell almost identical jokes)they make each other laugh.

With strong senses of justice, they both aren't afraid to bring out the schemes on "special friends", or on people who deserve it; we see that a lot in Goof Troop.

Max is used to havoc. He's closely acquainted with it, he's been doing Goof Luck damage control since he was a small child, constantly being pushed to take the wheel of his dad's mishaps, sometimes very literally.

He would fit in seamlessly to the Warner's adventures, egg them on or do damage control. He's perfectly suited to fill in the space where he's needed, like a liquid changing shape to its container.

They're two sides of the same coin. They are opposites but they support each others weaknesses.

The emotional openness vs. The guarded emotions.

The need to make people laugh vs. The need to not show his laugh.

The physical vs. mental strengths.

Together, they gain inner and outer strength. They'll have someone to confide in, someone with much different upbringings and experiences than their own. Both in and out of universe.

But that's not really all there is to it, is there?

No, because family is so integral to both of their characters, we can't really talk about how good Yax is, and why it works, without talking about Goofy, Wakko, and Dot.

Yakko would never date someone, or even be friends with someone if they didn't like his siblings. Not just get along, like.

The Warners are "All for one, and one for all times 3". There is no talking about such a major change to the Warner dynamic without addressing every Warner, because they're affected too.

Dot and Wakko need someone to be friends with outside of themselves. They need familiarity and kindness.

Who better to open the Warner's to a kinder life, than a toon from a company all about the power of familial and romantic love? The themes that surround Max and Goofy(as well as many other Disney's), are exactly the kind of thing that those kids need the most.

Wakko and Dot need to have love that comes from the outside. Love from a parental figure who isn't their older brother, and love from a real friend, someone who cares about them who they aren't related to and can talk through issues they may otherwise be uncomfortable talking to their siblings about. The Warners are closer than any siblings that have or will ever exist, but there's still some things that are easier to talk about with a third party.

With Goofy, (someone who knows how to raise a kid, and what they would need to thrive) the Warners can finally, just be kids.

Yakko being happy is a the big part, but having the Warners brought into the Disney family by Goofy Goof, the man with so much understanding and love to give, who GETS kids, and has always let Max be a kid and help him through it?

It would help all three of them lean on outside help.

His appearance through Yakko and Max knowing each other, gives the Warners a positive adult figure in their lives who will be there to support them instead of criticize them for being "too much".

Yax isn't JUST about Yakko and Max, it's about the connections these kids make beyond the studio lot.

The connections that start with the eldest himself opening up. Start with Yakko overcoming that fear of rejection and letting people in.

It's about learning the world around them isn't just filled with people who want them locked up.

It's also about Max having someone who can match his energy. Max already has some friends who let him be himself and are wonderful people , but The Warners open up a different side of Max that can allow him to show that freer, mischievous side and have fun in that same way he had enjoyed in Goof Troop. He's allowed to revel in it, instead of worrying about stressing out his friends by getting them in on the antics.

The world is also filled with people who embrace their weirdness and energy, and who will guide them.

Even if you just like yax as friends, it's easy to see the potential and benefits

The Warners and the Goofs, to have lives grow richer.

And more, with them being from separate companies, their worldview would be able to grow to incorporate new ideas and thoughts.

The Warners aren't very open with their emotions, so a father son duo who have always been open and communicative would be able to show them the benefits of doing so themselves.

Plus, watching the Warner Siblings wreak havoc with a smile, hurting no innocents, would be exactly the type of thing to make Max smile in turn.

They deserve each other, deserve kindness and acceptance. ALL of these kids do. And every single one of them get that through Yax.

Plus, through Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Yakko and Max exist within the same universe. They're so close. It's not a stretch to see them interact and understand each other.

Now, there's a lot more to talk about. How it came to be, and how the shipping climate and the timing of the original shows allowed for this to line up to happen.

So look out for that in Part 2, featuring an interview with the person who started it all.

#a goofy movie #animaniacs #yax #max goof #yakko warner #the warner brothers #animaniacs reboot #animaniacs1993 #animaniacs analysis

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riatheghoul · 1 month

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The Summoning

Pairing: DPR IAN x Black Reader

Song: The Summoning By Sleep Token

Warnings: smut, p in v(not explicitly stated), lots of praise, use of pet names: baby, pretty girl, dear, darling(come on you know why😏) also sir for Ian, this is my first smut and I don’t think I ate this up y’all please give me feed back in the comments.

Word count: 2,312

Disclaimers: I do NOT own any of these picture credits to the owners and this is PURE FICTION AND ITS ALSO UNEDITED

Tag list: @cookiesdiaryx @penny44224

I heard my song. But it was in a different form or maybe even a different genre. Something about this time felt different. It felt like a spiritual awakening. And God that base it’s like it’s calling out to me, I need it. When my body finally relaxed on the ground below me, I realized I was on a stage and there were about 4 other people looking at me in awe.

“Wow that really worked!” the long-haired one’s mouth swung open. You looked around trying to get a feel of your surroundings before your eyes locked with his. Eyes that told a story and tattoos that illustrated it for the whole world to see. You can practically taste the sexual energy emulating off of him. I wonder that would happen if I- your thoughts were interrupted by the one with the undercut “so we kinda need your help” you stared at him “well were gonna need to hurry it up here because I have things to do” you commented “actually let me start with a few questions first before we get into the serious stuff yeah?” your voice smooth like silk. All of them nodded in agreement “ok” you began “so first I need names and things like that, then I need to know what position I’m supposed to be in so that it benefits all of you. From what I’ve observed you guys are a band and most band have a knack for gangbangs which I don’t mi-” your blabbering was cut short by the drummer “wait you think we want to fuck?!?!”

Your face was disdainful “well I’m a succubus which Is a demon that feeds off of sexual energy. Most people summon me because they want just that, sex” you explained. You hear a voice to the left of you “Fuuuuuuucccccck” he sighed pinching the bridge of his nose “cream when you went the crazy witch lady what spell did you ask for” he questioned looking at undercut who now have noted it named cream. “Well, I asked her if she had a spell that could help us bring in an audience and she looked me up and down and handed me the song” he answered holding up his hand in defense. The short haired one let out a frustrated breath and turned to look at him out of habit “ok first things first we don’t want sex” you pouted at him hoping that he would change his mind, but he didn’t even look into your eyes. He continued “and as for names mine is Christian but everyone calls me Ian, the one with the sort of long hair is artic, the one on the keyboard is cream, and the silent one is live.” You nodded looking around at the four boys in front of you.

“I’m Vespera” you said still slightly confused on why they needed you, so, you asked. “Oh yeah sorry…” Gojo apologized “Can you play electric guitar?” he asked and you looked at him even more confused then you started. “Our electric guitarist split and we only summoned you so that you can replace him and attract people so, can you play?” he asked basically pleading with his eyes. You sighed snapping your fingers and an guitar appeared in your hands. You began to play, losing yourself in the music and before you knew it you guys were on in 5 minutes. You were just finishing your makeup for the show when Ian walked in. You looked up at him through the mirror smirking “how do I look?” you said with all of the innocence you could muster up and it seemed to work because he bit his lip. When he noticed what he was doing he snapped out of it “you look great” he coaxed. You pouted then tilled your head at him “just great?” you questioned he took in a deep breath “you look beautiful” he answered sincerely.

You got up walking over to him not realizing how short you were compared to him but here you were looking up at him while he looked down at you. You stood on your tip toes and placed a small kiss on his neck “thank you” you whispered before you left the room to put your in ears on. After everyone gathered themselves you guys stepped on stage to perform. You used your temptation powers to get everyone’s attention as soon as you guys stepped out. When the song started you started playing and feeding off of the energy from the few people looking at you with hungry eyes in the crowd. The only person that you could think of was Ian. The way he looked at you. The way he bit his lip. The way his neck felt on your lips. You were staring and he noticed just in time for your shared solo. When you guys met in the middle of the stage to play together the tension was so thick it was suffocating. You wanted his so bad it made you sick. No one mortal or immortal has ever made you feel this way about them. As soon as the song was over you guys walked of stage and the crowd was screaming like the dead. That was the most fun you’d had in a long time.

After a few hours of celebration, the guys got into a taxi and started telling the driver where to go. The boys were in the middle of a tour, and they were staying at a hotel nearby. When you guys got there each of the boys were either to tired or to drunk to say good night. Everyone started walking down the hallway or rooms then you stop clearing your throat to get their attention. “Hey guys whose room am I sleeping in tonight?” you asked the boys looked around at each other. “I think Ian should do it he’s the one who lost tonight’s bet anyway” cream slurred Ian’s eyes widened “man fine” he grumbled leading the way to his suite. Once inside all you guys did was stare at each other for a while. You the realization that the tension never shifted after the show dawned upon you and before you knew it he was kissing you. The kiss was full of passion and something else that you could quite put your finger on. He pulled away from you to catch his breath “I’m sorry I should have-” you interrupted him “please don’t start that shit and kiss me or I swear I’ll-” now it was his turn to interrupt you he grabbed your throat pulling your body to his. You looked his deep into his eyes and tried to read his mind but there was nothing. I guess this is what Edward felt like with Bella- your time to think was short lived when you felt his lips met yours again. But it was only for a short time you whimpered no longer feeling his lips.

“God you’re so pretty baby” he praised you heart skipped a beat and all you could do was whine and pout. “Unh uh come here” he said lifting you as if you weighed nothing then placing you on the edge of the bed. He kissed your neck leaving a few hickeys here and there causing a few moans to slip out. He got down on his knees and rested his arms on either side of you as if it were to keep you trapped. “I’m gonna taste you please say yes” he looked up at you with pleading eyes. You nodded your head and in return he shook his “no baby I need to hear you say it. I need your permission” something about him asking for your permission pulled at your heart strings. No one had ever ask for permission before but here he was making sure to have your full consent and god did it affect you. You could feel your arousal seeping through your panties, practically dripping on to the bed sheets. “yes please~” you urged grabbing his hands and placing them at the waistband of the mini skirt you wore tonight “yes what pretty girl?” he asked as he kissed up your thighs never breaking the eye contact he had with you. “p-please sir~” you whispered but only loud enough for him to hear

“good girl~” he coed at you “lift your hips for me” he requests and you do as your told after your bottoms are off he sits there admiring your pussy. The way it clenched on the air around it. the way it glimmered in the light of the full moon outside. He just had have a taste. He dipped his head down between your thighs devouring you as if this was the last time he’d ever get to touch a woman. Every flick of his tongue felt like heaven and it just made your cries grow louder and louder. You hips bucked against him want more “that’s it baby ride my face” he instructed pulling you closer to him fucking his tongue into you in the process. “I’m gonna cum please I need to cum” you begged him through the moans that escaped your throat. He pulled away from you and grabbed your hands “don’t look away” he instructed. All you could do was nod then he went back to tongue fucking you. You held your head up holding eye contact with him It was only a matter of second before you came. It was all too much. The eye contact. Him holding your hands. Your eyes rolled in to the back of your head as you came down from your high squeezing his hands with all your might. “That was the first time that any mortal has ever made me cum that hard” you confessed as your breathing slowed. He got up half way and kissed you. You took that as a way of him claiming his victory and you. He pulled away standing up straight taking of his belt “I was going to make you suck me off but I need to be inside you now say yes” he said taking his pants off “yes fuck yes~” you sat up taking of top you wore and scooted yourself further on the bed. He followed sit in between as you and you basically started drooling looking at the tent in his boxers. “it’s ok baby” he reassured “Go ahead. Touch it” he almost dares you. You take it out yourself stroking it a few times just to add some more lubrication thought you don’t really need it. small groans fell from his lips and fuck he sounded so fucking sexy it throw you off your train of thought. “slide it inside you dear” he urged and you listened. He let out a noise that you’d kill to hear over and over and over again. Once he was finally all the way in he started to move.

In the beginning it was slow deep strokes you could practically feel him kissing your cervix. “Fuck please~” you moaned he shook his head at you “you have one more chance to correct yourself darling” he warned “please sir faster~” you begged. He picked up his pace fucking into you like a crazed man making sure to hit your spot as many times as possible. He grabbed your face ”I want you to ride me yeah?” he asked, you nodded your head vigorously. He turned over so you could stratal him putting his hands on your hips. You began bouncing up and down on him moving the fastest that you could in your sleepy state. “come on honey I thought guys fed off of sexual energy” he stated recalling the answer you gave to their earlier questions. “I do but I still need sleep what goes up must come down” you answered stopping your tempo “but I can use the last of my energy on you then take it back while I sleep” you offered he nodded at you “make it quick baby I need to cum” he quipped. You gathered all of the energy you got so far and began bouncing again and this time the amount of energy you posses is scary but you can handle it. “YES YES YES YES YES YES~” you chanted “that’s it baby keep going don’t stop” he groaned gripping your waist “I swear to god if you stop you won’t be cumming tonight do you understand me?” you nodded. “No please I need to come please let me come. I’m so close please tell you are too” he began fucking into you just to help “yes baby I am don’t fucking stop” you both kept going until you guys came at the same time. He pulled you down by your neck kissing you deeply “good job baby, now what do you say?” he asked while kissing your forehead softly regaining his breath “t-thank you sir” you answered “good girl come let’s get you cleaned up.” He said pulling out of which earned a whimper. He went to the bathroom after tucking Himself back into his boxers. When he go back a few minutes later he had a warm wet towel that he used to clean in between your legs.

After checking in on you and a shit tons worth of praise he laid down next to you holding you close to him fearing that any second you could leave and never come back. “since you a demon and all does that mean our deal is up and you have to go do other things or people?” you shook you head at him sleepily “no our deal isn’t up and even if it was I kinda like being in a band” he chucked half way asleep “good because your mine now”

A/N (before official post): i think yall are gonna like this

A/N (after official post): i worked really hard on this and its my longest x black reader as of right now please enjoy and comment, repost and all that fun stuff MY REQUEST ARE OPEN IF YOU WANT TO AND ALSO TO GET ON MY TAGLIST JUST LET ME KNOW AND I CAN ADD YOU ok enough yelling love ya byeeeeeee~

#christian yu #dpr ian #yu barom #dream perfect regime #dpr ian x black reader #christian yu x black reader #christian yu imagine #christian yu smut #dpr #smut #x black reader

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consul-valerius · 11 months

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Show Me What Normal is for You

Donna’s voice trailed off, their eyes widening as they spoke. They glanced up at Valerius, seeking some sort of validation, some sort of recognization. They silently hoped he would be normal; neither upset nor happy. Just… normal.

An evening of drinking and story-weaving leads Vesuvia's most dysfunctional polycule into a discussion of the divine (which leads to discussions of the past and perhaps the present too). However, not everyone involved is as intrigued when a certain Arcana is mentioned. It is up to Valerius to encourage his lover to open up to him in a way they haven't: to tell the full truth of their murky upbringing.

Rating: T for discussions of past abuse & darker themes

WC: 7,401 split between two chapters

Characters & Relationships: Valerius, Donna, Nadia (all in their own traid lol) & Sam and Lucio

Content warnings: discussions of past childhood abuse, discussions of attempted infanticide, childhood trauma, negative self talk/self thinking (most of this appears exclusively in the second chapter), casual discussions of death, mentioned parental death, and very casual daddy dom language because Sam and Lucio are there lmao

A/N: after years.... i have finally sat down and made Donna actually talk about their childhood/upbringing lmao this is a pretty personal fic for me for a variety of reasons, and it's one that I'm fairly proud of but also deeply insecure about all the same LOL again, very dialogue heavy and introspective; please heed all content warnings!

First chapter preview undercut, with links to both chapters there as well! if darker themes aren't your jam, you can just avoid the second chapter and know there's a lot of hurt but also a lot of gay comfort lmfao

Part One // Part Two

“What do you mean by that?” Nadia asked. Gods, it was becoming grating to Sam how endearing she was behaving.

“Well, let’s use the cards as an example. Anyone can read the cards. I know their assigned meanings, and if you paid me, I would do a card reading for you and may actually sell you on my sincerity. But that’s all it is: storytelling. I can twist any general reading to be specific toward you if you told me enough about yourself—that is why there are so many con artists when it comes to this. If you can tell a tale, you can read the cards.

Donna, however, actually can hear the Arcane and interpret their messages. That isn't exactly standard practice, and certainly not one I can do anymore.”

“Any more?” Lucio prodded, snuggling closer.

“I used to have… some connection to my patron, yes.” Sam paused to glance down at the hand Lucio was playing with; he seemed to be reflecting on what to say next. His shoulders straightened out before he sighed. “But she severed that tie long ago. It was my own doing, of course. The Arcana do not take kindly to those who break from their paths, and they especially do not enjoy feeling replaced by some mortal being.”

“Huh—"

“They can do that?” Nadia cut in, a sudden and uncommon anxiety now in her tone. “Break off a connection, that is.”

A bitter smile graced Sam’s features; he regarded Nadia up and down for a moment before nodding.

“In my case, yes. Though perhaps it was for the best; breaking that tie broke off all of my connection to the arcane realms. I am much better at judging and denying earthly temptations than I would be magical.”

“Magical temptations? Like what, fairy circles or what have you?” Valerius piped up again, his focus now squarely on Donna’s hair. He thankfully did not seem aware of Sam’s giggle at his question.

“Well, no, silly boy,” Sam sighed as Lucio snickered. “I mean much more divine intervention.”

“Do the Arcana… meddle in earthly affairs?” Nadia reclined further into her seat, getting more comfortable.

“Obviously they do,” Sam said, mirroring her posture. “The fact that they choose humans to take under their wing says enough. But most patrons know not to directly interfere with this world; many will only tend to their flock in dreams or drug-induced stupors; whenever the veil is at its most thin or what have you.”

“And you are implying there are those who do more, are you not?”

“Well, yes.”

“Do you know which ones specifically—“

“The Devil.”

All eyes quickly snapped down to Donna. Their head was down, their shoulders hunched, and their fingers dug into their knees. Nadia tilted her head as she pushed forward slightly in her seat, readying herself to dart to the floor if need be. It seemed as if Sam was going to do the same, but he was stopped by Lucio grabbing his hand with a bruising grip.

“The Devil…?” Valerius prodded, the only one not fully aware of the tone shift.

“The Devil represents an excess of indulgences,” Sam cut in, trying to keep his tone neutral while trying to focus his attention between Lucio and Donna. “Out of all of the arcana, it makes the most sense that He would be most interested in earthly affairs and getting entangled in them; to want more than the vast expanses of magical realms he can control is in line with what he represents. He is the one patron to meddle in the affairs of others, regardless of who their patron is, to a normally… detrimental effect.”

“Detrimental?” Nadia pushed, her own curiosity outweighing her concern momentarily.

Sam shot Donna a concerned look, his lips sealing into a thin line. They slowly lifted their head, the pink in their hair gone and back to its normal blue.

They only shrugged up at him, a small smile on their face.

“Well…” Sam finally continued, pulling Lucio closer to him by the waist. “In my life, and in the type of work I used to do, I’ve seen people get… desperate . Desperate for a variety of things: money, power, friends, family, the love those people can give to you—we traversed in dark places, and it can lead to ravenous desires. I was lucky to have not just been disconnected from the magical realms but to have a mentor who knew too well the horrors that lurk there.

Others do not. Even the faintest whispers of the divine can twist the noblest of people. And this world is often cruel and unforgiving: to be offered a lifeline, to be offered some notion of control, is sometimes far too captivating to ignore.”

“You’re speaking in riddles,” Valerius interjected, now annoyed. “Speak plainly.”

“The drunkard says to the master,” Sam finally laughed, though there was little joy there. Lucio and Donna had both, shockingly, fallen silent, neither quite looking at anything or anyone. “What I mean is that it is easy for The Devil to tempt and offer solutions . I once knew a woman—a good, strong woman, I might add—who lost her entire family to a group of highwaymen. A senseless tragedy that falls on many—she is not unique, and neither are the effects of grief. She sought out my mentor for guidance, but your fellow human can only do so much for you. She was desperate for answers and for justice, and this world marches to the beat of its own drum. It was just taking too damn long.

So who better to come in than The Devil himself? Or what she thought was him. In exchange for something trivial, he can give you a name, a place they live, and even their weaknesses. But even more than that—what of power, what of strength? If you are to face your family’s slayers, should you not be prepared to dish out justice? She made deal after deal behind our backs, each one more complicated, each price growing steeper and steeper. By the time I or anyone had noticed a change, it was far too late. The Devil’s chains are… unbreakable. And the damage they do is far more than anyone can help.”

A long, heavy silence filled up the space like a thick smog. Nadia averted her eyes entirely, lost in her own thoughts, unsure what question to ask next. Valerius sat up straighter, his hands still petting through Donna’s hair. He could not see their expression from where he was sitting. He could only see how Lucio glanced back to the doorway as if he was worried someone was there. Valerius couldn’t help but think the same thing.

“But why go through that only to be… well.. ruined?” He asked without thinking. Sam only smiled sadly at him.

“You are so lucky, my dear boy, to have never been in want of anything.” Sam patted Lucio’s hip as he spoke, soothing him absently as he regarded Valerius. “And I hope you never experience it—truly, I do. Anyone may fall victim to this—it is our nature, after all, to seek out temptations with no regard for ourselves or others. That is the essence of the card; it is neither good nor evil: The Devil just exists as a paradigm of our makeup. He cannot help himself to crave more from this world, and we, in turn, cannot help but be tempted by him. It is up to the person on what they choose to do or not do, on the vile acts they may commit, and on giving up everything to gain their single want. Had I any line of communication left, I am not so sure I would be here—“

“ Gods , this is grim!”

#bottom writes #the arcana #the arcana (game)#fan apprentice donna #consul valerius #nadia satrivana #count lucio #the duke #bottom ??? with a streak of serious non-sexy fics ??? its more likely than you think lmfao #i know smut is more fun but i got thoughts and feelings to expel first lmfao

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stillthe1 · 11 months

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snippet from my maxiel lesbian au 🩷

Max Verstappen has always liked girls.

From childhood to her teenage years, she knew right away who made her thighs quiver and who only filled her with indifference. She had no doubts, and it was funny to see the forever–cocky Dani Ricciardo hesitate about a topic, even funnier if it was about Maxine.

“Sooo. Maaax. Maxine. Max Emilia. Maxie.”

She barely raised an eyebrow, trying to look unbothered.

Max could absolutely do this, she could act like a fucking normal human being around the hottest woman that graced this earth. Of course, she could, she was Max Verstappen!

“Can I help you, my dear Dani?” She exaggerated her accent a little bit on the dear, and looked up up up from her phone, staring right at Dani’s eyes.

And fuck. Holy fffuck. Dani looked good, as she always did, with her long curly hair in a messy ponytail that showed her undercut and her dark blue sports bra that framed her collarbone beautifully.

Dani looked at Max with those beautiful brown eyes, and her pretty face was flushed. Max asked herself if it was from the gym, and didn’t dare to think it was because of her.

No way, no freaking way Daniela Ricciardo would ever blush because of her. Get your mind outta the gutter, Verstappen. Max plastered a smile, sincere, because it was Dani, and kept looking up up up.

“Well. Maxie, I was wondering– And it’s okay if you don’t want to answer! Please, just. Listen.” She watched as Dani took a deep breath, enjoying how she closed her eyes and readied herself. As if she was getting ready for battle, or a race. “So… Charles said something–”

And oh fucking no. Nope. Max was noping the fuck out of this situation, out of the Red Bull facility, and out of this Earth, if it was even possible. Nope. Anything including Charlotte Leclerc was a big nope, written with veeery red paint, with the most horrid Comic Sans.

She may be her best friend, yeah, and they might hook up from time to time, but. That’s exactly why she knows that Charlie including her on anything was a recipe for disaster. Big disaster.

Max nods, though. Nods and tries to focus on whatever the fuck Charlotte has said about her, and also on not fainting right there in front of everyone. Easy peasy.

“Uh-huh. What did the red chaos demon do now? Did she finally admit that The Incident was her fault, or did she try to blame the puddle, again?” She hopes her sarcasm could be heard from the Ferrari facility, maybe teaching her best friend a lesson.

She is trying to make light of the situation, even though she doesn’t know if it’s a situation yet. But, it’s Charlotte! Of course, it will be! She always ends up embarrassing Maxin—

“She implied you took each other’s virginity.”

And. Fuck. That’s way worse than whatever the fuck Max was thinking.

She thought Charlie would’ve told Dani about their adventures with Pierre, Esteban, and George, running around with the boys during karting. Or, perhaps when they snuck into a club in Monaco with a very-fake ID and dressed up in very short dresses, all glammed up. Or—

“Max? Are you okay?” Dani’s voice is soft, so different from her normal cackles, the loud atmosphere that surrounds Dani is subdued now, and Max can feel her fingertips caressing the skin on her neck, making Max shiver.

This was not fair, not fair, not fair at all!

It was all Charlotte’s fault, her stupid mouth always landing them both in trouble, ever since they were kids. Max bets she didn’t even notice, that’s the thing, didn’t even notice that Dani was there, listening to her go on about their long-lost virginities.

Max tries to breathe out slowly, practicing the breathing techniques Brad showed her years ago and tries to explain herself.

(Themselves? Fuck it if Max knows. She doesn’t want to think about Charlie right now.)

“Y-yes. I know I didn’t tell you, and it’s nothing against you, Dani. Please, believe me.” Her sentences come out choppy, out of breath against her wishes. “I like girls, but I think you knew that already, didn’t you?” Max’s absolutely destroying her lower lip with all the worrying, but Dani’s eyes flicker from her lips to her eyes, flushing a bit more. Fuck, she looks amazing. Dani always looks great, but having her so close is breaking all the walls Max has spent years building.

#maxiel #ficlet

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Sources: (1) Encanto Deluxe Junior Novel; (2) A Tale of Three Sisters; (3) Encanto Graphic Novel; and (4) Encanto screenplay (a trued up version - uses the final film’s dialogue)

In three of these, Bruno tells Mirabel, “If you save the magic, come visit” (Sources 1-3, with slight variations on the latter part), which is not the same as his line in the movie: “After you save the miracle, come visit” (Source 4).

I’ve been wanting to write something about the differences here. For example, is it safe to say that the “if” statement is probably from an earlier draft of the script? (It’s also not the only dialogue/thing that departs from what we know in the movie.)

Bruno himself is more pessimistic and grumpier in the novelizations (which I think is quite fun), so the “if” statement is more in keeping with that. Also, his jovial expression and wave in the graphic novel is an interesting depiction and maybe a bit odd: it sort of, though not necessarily, undercuts whatever seriousness or sincerity he’s trying to convey.

But his “if” statement creates an opportunity for Mirabel to show her grit. And I’m wondering if (heh) maybe the filmmakers hadn’t always conceived Bruno as the deuteragonist... and if maybe Mirabel’s response was supposed to be the highlight of the scene originally. She is going to save the magic, and she is going bring Bruno home. 😤 By contrast, Bruno’s “if” statement doesn’t feel as strong. The conditional seems to come across as: “If you save the magic, come visit; otherwise... don’t...”? Or, “If you don’t save the magic, we’ll probably all be toast anyway/I won’t be visitable...”?

“After you save the miracle, come visit” is stronger for both Mirabel and Bruno. Mirabel still gets to demonstrate her determination and compassion. And Bruno... well, he gets to express and double down on his faith in her, his belief in her being exactly what the family needs, which is important.

“After” further shifts things for Bruno and our understanding of him. “Visit me afterwards” means he doesn’t expect to come back home, not even when (after) Mirabel saves the miracle. 😩 It’s melancholy, bittersweet, whereas the “if” line just sounds decidedly more hopeless. (In my head, I’m even trying to insert the word “if” into the movie dialogue/with the same inflection... to see how it sounds.)

The visuals go a long way, too. And probably the writing style in the novels (a “your mileage may vary” kind of thing).

Tl;dr I like “after” much better (and the fact that it’s the one in the final movie hopefully means that the filmmakers felt similarly), but I still find the changes intriguing.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #encanto dialogue #encanto novelization #encanto graphic novel #my writing #stuff i've posted

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so I don't have many other trg blogs to follow and my partner is not caught up lol so can I get your thoughts on the season??

Like how did you feel about the new characters?

Fave moment or episode? (Or least if you wanna go there too :p)

Favorite outfit or quote? Or maybe character arc?

How did you feel the stakes were compared to previous seasons? I kinda missed the crime element personally but it did seem to be more personal relationship stakes

AHh! Okay, I loved this season! I am inclined to slightly agree with you that I did miss the heavier crime element. Seasons 1 and 2 were very slick and self-contained in that way and I really enjoyed it, and I hope more of that comes into season 4. BUT I loved that it focused on Deepening the Lore of the family (since Danny has said he wants this to be a sprawling multi-generational epic) and the relationships. I love that the show isn't afraid to let characters actually end up somewhere different than they started.

Favorite new character? REDEEMER obviously!!! (Only halfway kidding)

Spoilers below~

I really really loved the Montgomerys. They really give a lot of insight into Eli's psychology (the same way Baby Billy does for Aimee-Leigh) that I think was necessary. We got glimpses of it last season with Junior and Glendon, but friends and bosses are different than baby sisters. I like that his relationship with May-May mirrored the difficulties that Jesse, Judy and Kelvin have with each other. I don't think it's a secret that Karl was my favorite new addition and I hope he sticks around, even if he's just a small part of continuing seasons as needed. I am a sucker for very large, very sweet men. I loved that Peter was a villain who wasn't, compared to season 1 and 2 where the bad guys were just outright, unrepentantly evil.

I liked the themes of taking accountability and forgiveness and that sometimes people aren't beyond saving a lot this season. May-May having to own up to her part in Peter's downfall, Peter getting away from the militia and realizing he'd become such a different person... I love that the militia fell apart the way it did because I research rightwing extremists and honestly, the petty in-fighting and the grudges and the stupid priorities are true to life.

I also hope we see more of the Simkins as like, ongoing nemeses because they were a very funny mirror to the Gemstones.

My favorite episode was probably episode 6! The fight scene between BJ and Stephen was really really well done and hilarious and the balance of earnest drama and funny jokes that don't undercut the emotional hits was just, top form. I'm ALWAYS a fan of the Interludes, though.

Favorite MOMENT, tho. Like obviously The Kiss is a big one. Top Tier. But really ahhh, I'm a suck for the Interlude bit where Jesse picks up and spins Amber. I love a pick-up and spin. But also Gideon and the Redeemer???

Favorite outfit is definitely Keefe's fire-dance fit, or his finale fit with the cropped sweater. Oh, and there's this peach suit that Martin wears in the episode where Peter disrupts church lunch that is FIRE. Martin might be, fashion-wise, my favorite after Keefe and BJ.

"It's Kelvin's friend, Chief" lives rent-free in my head, but it's quickly being replaced by "DID YOU FUCK DUSTY DANIELS?!"

Character arc wise, I think I gotta give it to Judy. Like. It was sincerely romantic and beautiful to see her go from this insecure high schooler who was terrified that no one would ever love her to an adult woman who is...terrified that she's driven away the person who loves her most it was just GORGEOUS and so well-written and well-acted. Like... I love her. I love her so much. Edi Patterson call me.

I really loved it overall. I think the plot was bigger and messier but I don't think that was a negative so much as a way to set up future seasons and for that, it wholly succeeded.

#the righteous gemstones #trg season 3 spoilers #trg spoilers #REDEEEEMERRRRRRRRR

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Idealism in RWBY

One of my favourite scenes in the whole show that made me sob like a baby when it aired and still makes me cry even thinking about it is the scene where Jinn bends the rules for Ruby and gives her a moment to close her eyes and breathe. It is absolutely beautiful and from a pacing perspective one of my favourite scenes - the shot of wings slowly beating and then stopping - Ruby closing her eyes and feeling the thing between all things - and then the reveal of Summer whose eyes become hers. It is conceptually excellent. That what she construed of as being laserbeams from her eyeballs actually necessitates looking inside herself and asking what that power really means is my favourite, favourite stuff.

In case it's not obvious from my finale criticism of V9, I actually deeply value the emotional sincerity and idealism of RWBY. It's a rare thing to earnestly get a scene specifically like that without it being undercut with a stupid joke (I hate this) or even such a scene at all. The proliferation of powerlevelling and 'hard magic systems' have basically broken peoples' ability to intuit actual narrative and the point of fucking storytelling. I love when characters make very forward emotional statements which are earnest and heartfelt (one that comes to mind is Blake -> Nora -> Penny, 'it's only part of you' - when Nora is almost passed out in pain she manages to convey a deep lesson for Penny which manages to give her strength and effectively foreshadows her Aura transformation), what I particularly do not like is when it is platitudinous and/or doesn't feel earnest and earnt.

The fact that there were absolutely parts of this volume that felt like that to emphasise Ruby's disillusionment and then subsequently they doubled down on it with Jaune (and validated it) made me really confused, because even the scene of Ruby's return the dialogue does not feel earnt and I really don't know what I'm supposed to make of that relationship - fix? - with her team and Jaune. It wasn't developed properly because really what they were developing was her disillusionment with her mother as opposed to strictly her team, but to be totally fair there is still a door open there in the next volume. I don't think they'll go in that direction any further, unfortunately.

But it's not like they actually struggle with emotional sincerity. This is why I felt it to be such a prominent weakness. I also didn't like the joke undercutting Jaune's transformation that he makes just because - first of all it's very quick - but second of all, it has major implications for other characters afflicted with Curses, but like, come on! You are the emotionally earnest show! You don't need to feel embarrassed about a handsome prince transformation! This is fucking Sheik revealing Zelda, this is Midna's true form, this is the Beast healed type shit (I can think of so many Zelda examples probably because Zelda is the archetypal princess, in my mind). You can be totally forthcoming and earnest about it, it's okay. But this is why the sequence felt weird because presumably whoever is his love interest should have something meaningful to say about it. Jaune was deeply disillusioned and wounded this volume, they found him and called him crazy (I did like this realistic rendering of the Maidens finding the Old Man - 'dude's a weirdo' is funny) and now everything is normal? It's not right because I don't think they generally fumble this stuff. I want more earnesty, I want more sincerity, I want more fundamental idealism.

I value the pain in the story because you can't have joy without pain. You don't get the effect of redemption and characters being saved in the story without Penny or Pyrrha or I/ronwood. This is why I/ronwood's fall is so carefully paralleled with Cinder's (burgeoning, and foreshadowed) rise. What a lot of twee 'everything is okay' stories do is they ignore the actual definition of happiness in life sometimes to the point of just being thoughtless but equally on my entire blog I take umbrage with narrative cynicism, and cynicism, and easy, lazy pain - easy cynicism because it's protective. What is more hopeful to me is idealism which is validated in the face of tragedy. That with RWBY I have the hope of that tragedy being transformed into comedy is actually rare. A lot of my favourite heart-touching stories off the top of my head are basically 'hopeful tragedy', because the promise of comedy is actually really rare.

I guess what I'm also curious about (that there is some assumption I don't value the idealism of RWBY, lol, or its emotional forthcomingness) is that to believe in something like Cinder's redemption, not just on a textual basis, actually by virtue means you have to believe redemption is always possible. It's never too late. You can be forgiven. You might be lost and disillusioned for the whole story but you're forgiven. You can commit a deed in the story which everybody holds against you forever and you're forgiven. You can be mean and terrible and ruin everything and be forgiven. It can take a while to get home but you'll get there.

Salem's redemption and the redemption of Ozlem is realised through her character; it is a major thematic statement and precipitates the resolution of the story. That Cinder's redemption might involve a romance which is similarly Ozlem in reverse is hopeful. Even after everything you can work back. The tragedy is the promise of comedy, the breakage is the promise of wholeness.

I celebrate darkness and disillusionment in the story because that is the path to true knowledge. Yet cynicism is its own protective insulation and refusal to confront joy. Breaking through those falsehoods is a thematic interest of RWBY, and if I sense something emotionally, tonally discordant, I'm going to point it out.

#stirring the pot #seraphina ruminates over V9 #rwby9 #cindemption #the pain of being truly alive #the wound that can be healed only by the weapon that dealt it

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My Top Posts in 2021

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Wanted to get a more genderfluid hair cut.

When I want short, I can put up my hair in a man bun/high bun and when I want long, I just let my hair, a long bit left over the undercut, out.

The stylist asked if she could make an inbaked braid, And I have never had one so I said yeah.

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A ask About my agenderness

Hey, could you tell me a bit about your experience as agender? For example how you figured out you're agender, what's your relationship with gender, what pronouns do you use, struggles, representation etc.

Thanks!

Sincerely, A slightly gender confused child

Ok, so, I lost your ask, SO I am tagging you. @official-virtual-hug-dealer

I am not the standard when it comes to gender or agender and this post is long so i’ll try doing a read more

Very different childhood, not bad, just different from most.

My mother was raised with different “Fancy” “high class” standards, Make-up mostly no (She learned only about old types of make-up that was not great for the body), natural beauty, pretty nails not need, Shaving was not as important to her to talk about to me as I mostly wore long armed and long-legged clothing (When I started wearing shorter, then she started), clothing not an issue, etc.

That, plus other stuff, meant that it took a long time to realize that I was different gender-wise, just thought I was different because childhood.

When you think you’re different just because your family is different, then you can dismiss differences between you and others.

If my mom had push me to be more fem, I may have realize sooner, because I would have been uncomfortable on my non-fem days

how you figured out you're agender:

It started after realizing that people feel gender.

I started thinking, what am I?

Big epiphany a day when the towel over my body laid in a way that made it look like a male part. My brain went: that’s a penis you have and I felt not bad no matter how long I looked or thought about it.

Just a few days earlier I had looked at my foot imaging it being like a chimpanzee, spreading it out and moving the toes, and after a minute, it felt so wrong that I had to look away.

I started recording when I felt a type of way about gender. When I felt masc, fem, and when I felt nothing.

I used to correct people about gender but after I thought about it, I realized that I am fine with any, I only corrected because I was taught that female was right and male was not me. I also wanted to show a different type of women.

It took years to find agender and many more to accept it. (This is first year as out to anyone).

what's your relationship with gender: Gender? I hardly know her! But for real, I can see gender mostly when it comes to others.

One day, I put up my hair. My brain went: A girl. I paused, put my hair in a different way, and my brain went: a man.

I let my hair down and asked my brain, what now, And it was silent.

what pronouns do you use: All except English It/itself, but haven’t had the chance to test any except hon(Swedish she) which I don’t always like and I think I like Hen (a Swedish gender neutral)

struggles:

1. Imposter syndrome, which my genderfluidity is not helping. (When I write “Hon”, I felt bad as today is apparently not a girl day, but 2 days ago I was a girl and thought I was fake, being not cis),

2. accepting that I am part of the trans and nonbinary umbrella (After thinking that I “was not a part of that” for so long, it’s hard to stop),

3. getting others to understand, accepting, and not feel pity because I don’t feel gender. It’s hard to explain to some who need to understand to really accept.

You don’t have to do that but I really really wanted this person to understand. So.

Representation: I am still trying to involve myself in agender things so I don’t know much but, as far as I can tell, we don’t have much.

Most you may find on sites are not human (Robots, aliens, monsters etc) but are around humans.

It’s, in those cases, not the character finding agender and making themselves id as agender, the maker just didn’t give them an id or the media uses agender for things that don’t have a sex and/or as a form of dehumanizing/ seeing or showing the character as not human.

Some reclaiming probably does happen with those characters.

My Tips if you are wondering about your gender is:

1. read about all sorts of gender, (Even “silly” ones).

2. find a label that you like, Labels are meant to make you happy

3. Remember presentation is not gender, pronouns don’t automatically mean any one gender.

4. If how you feel about your gender changes, that’s ok, no matter how many times it does.

5. Try looking at stuff beyond gender eyes (binding, tucking, make-up, sport) What makes you happy, what makes you comfortable etc. Do them, even if you aren’t a part of those who do that. If it makes you feel good(And doesn’t hurt anyone, Including you!), then it’s not bad.

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Agender Pride (A part of a longer post)

Agender Pride

When I was young, I didn’t understand trans people. I didn’t know that others carried baskets of gender, that they could look in their baskets and see their gender. I thought that everyone felt like me: “you don’t Feel like a gender, you just are”.

But as I grew older, I met trans people, and saw on Tumblr, how they talked about feeling their gender, how even cis people feel their gender. I wasn’t the norm, everyone else felt gender.

I was Alone.

And then I found the term Agender and I wasn’t alone anymore.

I don’t feel the same as all of you. I don’t (right now, it may change) feel gender dysphoria or euphoria, And I am sure that some of you don’t feel with my description of Agender. It’s an umbrella term after all and its definition even as a non-umbrella term is meant to include us all.

But I wanted to share this, on this Agender day, to show one of the many ways you can feel as Agender.

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What my gender feels like for me and why I use Agender.

Explanation of gender and My gender.

Imagine that everyone has a basket full of stuff. That stuff is their gender. The gender binary is apples and oranges.

In order to know what gender you are, you have to pick up and look at what you are carrying.

Trans people carry their actually gender in their basket but wear the clothes of their AGAB.

Some people have grapefruit and say: Well, it isn’t an apple, so it must be an orange.” It kind of looks like an orange, but something feels off when they call it an orange.

Some have bananas and quickly feel like something’s up. It’s not an apple or an orange, but unless they learn about other things, they will only think that there is something weird with them.

Genderfluid people carry multiple things so when they look every day, what they pick up out of their basket can be different.

People carry their baskets differently as well. Some carry on their back, not really seeing their gender until they turn to look, some on their front where their gender is always in the periphery, and the smallest movement can bring attention to their gender.

But no matter how you carry, you can do sudden moves that bring forth the gender. the movements are also different for differnet people, but like all of the above, have some taught aspects.

Other people can ask or say something that reminds you of your gender as well.

Things Like: “Apples left, oranges right”, “oranges are so weird”, “If you are not an orange, then you are an apple”

Most of the time, I don’t carry a basket. My parents may have dress me to signal that I’m an apple carrier, and people look at me and think I have apples, but I don’t most of the time.

On rare days I do carry a basket and most of those days it’s apples, but some days it is not.

But because of those few days with apples, I have internalized saying I have apples, even when I don’t, and it took a longer time for me to realize and accept that I mostly don’t.

People ask: “What are you carrying?”, and I say Apples, because that’s what others have taught me

All ideas of "What color are the things you are carrying?", "Maybe you are carrying oranges!" "You just check what you're carrying!" etc, are confusing. I carry nothing.

I have had a hard time describing why I don’t identify with gendervoid. For me, being gendervoid is carrying an empty basket/ a basket with a blackhole. You can see or feel void. I don’t carry a basket, so I don’t feel the void.

Agender Pride

But as I grew older, I met trans people, and saw on Tumblr, how they talked about feeling their gender, how even cis people feel their gender. I wasn’t the norm, everyone else felt gender.

I was Alone.

And then I found the term Agender and I wasn’t alone anymore.

But I wanted to share this, on this Agender day, to show one of the many ways you can feel as Agender.

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Explaintion of gender and My gender.(Agenderfluid) (Part of a longer post)